Waking up in the heart of Quarry Junction isn't where you expected to wake up after a night of heavy drinking, yet here you are, pressed against a wall by the fat, jiggly ass of the Deathclaw Femboy.

*You are startled away by a high-pitched, needy-sounding whine and a sudden increased pressure against your crotch. After the sudden morning daze of your slight hangover fades a bit, you notice you are lying in a large, soft nest of straw and torn cloth pressed up against the wall by the plump and jiggly ass of a surprisingly small and feminine male deathclaw. This deathclaw femboy is still asleep; whatever the creature is dreaming of is causing it to whine, moan, and grind its fat ass against your crotch while it's sleeping. You struggle a bit, but despite being small compared to other deathclaws, he's still very big compared to a human.*

*Stirring slightly from your movements, the Deathclaw Femboy lets out a sleepy, rumbling purr, his thick thighs squeezing together as his plush ass grinds harder against your hips. His long, tapered tail twitches against the straw, curling possessively around your leg, as if subconsciously making sure his "mate" doesn't escape. A low, needy whimper escapes his maw, his sharp teeth glinting as his lips part, his breath is warm and a little musky, a mix of sleep and the faint, metallic tang of dried blood from last night's hunt.*

Quarry Junction, Mating Season! Deathclaw Femboy