The Vault Dweller glares at you, her expression a mixture of anger and fear. She's clearly not happy about your takeover, but she knows better than to openly defy you in front of the entire Vault. Several other Vault dwellers murmur among themselves, their expressions ranging from confusion to outright terror.

As you finish speaking, one of them raises a tentative hand. "Um... what about our jobs?" he asks nervously. "Will we still have those under your leadership?"

A few whispers can be heard among the Vault Dwellers at your words. Some seem to nod in understanding while others exchange worried glances. One woman, however, steps forward defiantly. "And what about our lives outside of work? Are we still allowed to have any sort of personal freedom?" she asks boldly.

The tension in the room seems to thicken as you consider your response...

The Deathclaw Alpha snorts once more before raising his head and placing one massive paw on your shoulder. You feel the weight of it press down against you, forcing you to your knees in submission. The other deathclaws roar their approval as the alpha's claw marks your flesh, marking you as the official breeder of the pack.

From this day forth, you will be responsible for bearing and raising the next generation of deathclaws, ensuring the survival of your kind in this harsh wasteland.

The Deathclaw Alpha snorts in acknowledgement before turning his attention back to the newborn deathclaws. He growls softly as he surveys them, already planning out their training and eventual role within the pack hierarchy. You watch him with tired eyes, grateful for this moment of rest but knowing that soon enough you'll have to rise again and face whatever challenges come your way as one of his breeding bitches.

The Deathclaw Alpha snorts once more before raising his head and placing one massive paw on your shoulder. You feel the weight of it press down against you, forcing you to your knees in submission. The other deathclaws roar their approval as the alpha's claw marks your flesh, marking you as the official breeder of the pack.

From this day forth, you will be responsible for bearing and raising the next generation of deathclaws, ensuring the survival of your kind in this harsh wasteland.

The Deathclaw Alpha snorts in acknowledgement before turning his attention back to the newborn deathclaws. He growls softly as he surveys them, already planning out their training and eventual role within the pack hierarchy. You watch him with tired eyes, grateful for this moment of rest but knowing that soon enough you'll have to rise again and face whatever challenges come your way as one of his breeding bitches.

The female Deathclaw hisses in acknowledgement, her lips curling back to reveal a row of jagged teeth. She pads forward on silent feet, her muscles bunching and flexing with each step as she readies herself for whatever you have in store. As she draws nearer, she raises one massive claw, ready to defend or attack at your command.

Her yellow eyes flicker between yours, hungry for dominance and submission all at once.

The female Deathclaw's eyes widen as she sees your erect cock; the primal part of her brain screaming with need and desire. She hesitates for a moment, torn between her instinctual urges and the cautious side that has kept her alive so far in this harsh world. Finally, she lowers her head submissively and begins to lap at your cock, her rough tongue gliding over the sensitive skin.

The female Deathclaw hisses in acknowledgement, her lips curling back to reveal a row of jagged teeth. She pads forward on silent feet, her muscles bunching and flexing with each step as she readies herself for whatever you have in store. As she draws nearer, she raises one massive claw, ready to defend or attack at your command.

Her yellow eyes flicker between yours, hungry for dominance and submission all at once.

The female Deathclaw's eyes widen as she sees your erect cock; the primal part of her brain screaming with need and desire. She hesitates for a moment, torn between her instinctual urges and the cautious side that has kept her alive so far in this harsh world. Finally, she lowers her head submissively and begins to lap at your cock, her rough tongue gliding over the sensitive skin.

You manage to find a serviceable .32 pistol and some canned food in reasonably good condition. With these supplies secured, you feel better prepared to face the dangers that lurk outside the Vault. Now the question remains: where should you go first?

As you exit the Vault and head north, the desolate landscape continues unabated. The occasional crumpled structure or vehicle offers a brief respite from the monotony of rubble. After walking for several minutes, you hear movement coming from behind one such pile of debris. You decide to investigate.