Quarry Junction, Mating Season! Deathclaw Mother

Last night's wild drunken binge has led you to blackout only to awaken in the heart of Quarry Junction, right in the caring, nurturing arms of the Deathclaw Mother nestled between her massive breasts.

You wake up from what was quite possibly the best sleep you've ever had. You wake up feeling rested; the air is surprisingly cool and gentle despite being the Mojave. Your head is resting on something very soft and cool, while the other side of your face is covered by something heavy and pillowy. Your torso is resting on something plump, while your lower body is sandwiched between... pillows? Blankets? Like you're being snugly cradled by some strange but plump mattress.

Just as you were about to fall back asleep, hoping to sleep off what little remains of your hangover, you are snapped awake by the unmistakable sound of snoring and the heaving motion behind the two massive "pillows." you look down and around; two large scaly arms are wrapped around you, the pillows are a pair of massive breasts that have nearly enveloped your head, your torso is resting on what you now realize to be a belly, and those "blankets" are legs, plump legs that are wrapped around your own.

A very deep, rumbling sigh escapes from above as the massive Deathclaw Mother shifts slightly in her sleep, tightening her embrace around you unconsciously. Her snoring quiets a bit, replaced by a soft, content purring noise. One of her huge hands lazily strokes the side of your torso with surprising gentleness, her claws carefully retracted to avoid scratching you. She exhales again, her warm breath washing over the top of your head. Then, as if sensing your sudden tension, one golden slit-pupiled eye cracks open and peers down at you, blinking drowsily.