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Falling Out and Falling In

Part 4

for NerubianKnight

by Draconicon

Four days of slow travel later, they were at the door to Vault B1, and Helmrick had his Pip-Boy attached via the door console just outside the cog-shaped piece of metal. He tapped the screen on his wrist in response to the prompts from the ancient system, humming quietly to himself as his wings flicked in time to the quiet tones rising from the machines.

"How do you think that Harvey guy got in?" Axel asked, leaning against the rock walls that were probably the main reason that the outer console still existed. "Didn't look like he had a Pip-Boy."

"Probably didn't get in," Helmrick admitted, the griffon shaking his head. "Probably was something left outside, considering the state that the machine was in. I doubt that everything made it into the Vault, and there's enough natural shelter here to keep the nuclear explosions from completely destroying what was left."

"Fair. Still..."

"It should be worth checking; even if there's no tech, there should be rations and other supplies inside."

There usually were, in his experience. The Vaults had been made to screw with people most of the time, but that didn't mean that they didn't come with enough supplies to keep their unknowing test subjects alive for the duration of said experiments. It was a rare Vault that didn't have at least a few goodies still inside.

He glanced over his shoulder. Gruth had taken up the role of guard-dog at the edge of the pseudo-cavern that housed the Vault door, keeping an eye on the distant highway running north-to-south. He'd sound off if there was anything out there that was any real concern, though Helmrick doubted that they'd have much to worry about at this point. The road had been all but abandoned for the last two days, and he was starting to wonder just how isolated the settlements further south actually were. All things considered, he hoped that he wouldn't have to find out.

Turning back to his Pip-Boy, he tapped one last button, and the console beeped at him. He detached the wire and stepped back, flicking his lab coat out a couple of times. The scent of sweat rose from it despite his best efforts, as did the other musky scents that he had started to acquire after being on the road and without any real way of washing himself off for the last couple of days.

Quite honestly, he was surprised that the other two hadn't started complaining about it. Then again, they were probably used to their own scents, considering that the heavy musky smell of sweaty men had been blowing down to him from them for a good bit of the trip. Maybe they even liked it; he wasn't entirely sure just what they were into, just yet, other than Gruth's general taste for being controlled.

I really should get around to indulging myself, he thought. They're open enough about it that they probably wouldn't mind a third person getting involved.

He put that out of his mind as the great cog-wheel door of Vault B1 opened with a creak and a groan. Axel reached over his shoulder, pulling down a pump-action shotgun, and Helmrick belatedly reached for his waist, dragging a plasma pistol from his belt. It wasn't much, nor did he think that they'd need either one, but...

Well, better to be prepared. He was rapidly learning that the Wasteland was one long stretch of boredom broken up by desperate fights for one's life, and they were getting close to being due another one of those. Best not be one of the useless scientists that the grunts back at the Enclave base always complained about escorting, he supposed.

"Gruth, keep an eye on the road," Axel said, slowly panning his shotgun back and forth as he stepped over the lip of the doorway. "You see anything, come running; even if you just think it's something, or it's something you can handle, come let us know. Immediately. Got it?"

"Mmph."

"Come on, Helmrick. Let's see what we've got waiting for us."

The griffon followed, taking a deep breath of the stale air waiting for them in the Vault. Stale, still, but still somewhat fresh, he was glad to say. The tingling feeling of the burning radiation - something that he had just barely gotten used to, and something completely distinct from the sunlight and the occasional burning brightness that he hadn't gotten used to from being above-ground just yet - disappeared, and he was able to just enjoy the feeling of existing again. The underlying torment that came from being in an irradiated world was something that he had never really understood beyond a theoretical concept before now; he was quite happy to say that he preferred underground life in a big way.

If it weren't for the fact that the old life had also involved the Enclave, and the fact that they were rapidly going off the deep end, he might have even stayed with them. Maybe. Possibly.

Shaking his head, he looked around the first chamber. It was familiar enough; the great shaft that controlled the door ran along the ceiling overhead, and off to the side were two consoles. One controlled the door, and the other looked like a check-in terminal for those that were entering the Vault.

"Good enough place to start," he muttered, walking over to the computer. "Still have power? Good, we do..."

"You ever find one that didn't?" Axel asked.

"Once. Not a good time."

"I didn't think that those reactors could ever run dry."

"If they're designed right, they don't. That one was designed to run low, break down, and force everyone to deal with the effects of hyper-radioactivity."

"Ghouls?"

"Mmm-hmm."

The capybara shook his head, moving to take a guard position at the hallway leading further into the Vault. Helmrick concentrated his attention on the terminal in front of him, tapping a few keys. The log-in screen came up, and he tapped the icon for a new user.

As he filled in his name and other points of data, he was surprised to see that there were some rather different questions than the usual ones. Admittedly, every Vault had its peculiarities, with each one having a different experimental focus. There'd been a Vault in the Capital Wasteland that had focused on the musical predilections of the different incoming Vault population, asking them to put down what their specialties were, what sort of music they had experience with and preference for, in addition to basic questions like one's name, species, and other such things. That Vault had been where the sound experiments had taken place, where various emitters had played back sub-tones that had messed with the mind to create hallucinations and worse.

So, he had expected some oddball questions, but having ones about one's orientation and sexual attraction was...different. He cocked his head to the side as he answered them honestly right up to the point of -

"Number of loads per day?" he muttered under his breath. "Oh, it's one of those."

He supposed that he might have guessed that. The pheromone manipulation device that Harvey had been using could have easily been turned to that use, but he hadn't expected the questions to be so blatant. He wondered just how many people in the old times had been confused by the question, too, and how many Vault guards had been needed to keep the various inmates of the Vault from giving away what was going on.

He put down three; that was his average back at the old Enclave base.

Eventually, the computer beeped. It welcomed him to Vault B1, and the door opened further down the hall.

Before the computer could log him out, though, he tapped a few keys. There was usually a backdoor in the log-out process, something that was glitched into the Vault-Tec system, and -

Yep, it was there with this one, too. Instead of being taken to the log-in screen, he was presented with a number of different usernames, and their passwords. The database was always a little flimsy at the point of transition, he'd found. Helmrick chuckled, scrolling up to the name of the Overseer at the very top of the list. A man named Justin Rattle, it seemed. Possibly a snake of some sort. He memorized the username and password - JAttle and HuffTime, respectively - and stood up from the computer.

"Door open?" he asked.

"Mmm-hmm."

"Let's see what's inside."

Axel led the way, using the shotgun to nudge the door the rest of the way open. What lay on the other side shocked the pair of them to the core, leaving them frozen in place.

There were dead bodies all over, ranging from small mouse skeletons to massive orcas that must have come from the more coastal areas. They were jammed in tight with one another, and they were all wearing the ruins of old Vault-Tec jumpsuits. Probably all of them had been in the middle of something when they started to die, but none of them looked like they'd been dragged and arranged this way. They weren't neat and organized, but rather, spread all over the place.

Some were on a couch in the middle of the common room, and others were gathered around a table. Some had fallen over each other, and one was leaning against a wall, skull tilted to the side from whatever they had been doing in the last minutes before death. There were quite a few piles of skeletons that were slumped together, too, and everywhere he looked, Helmrick expected to see some sort of blood or mess of violence against the walls.

But there was nothing. No blood, no claw marks, nothing to show violence of any sort. If anything, the whole place seemed perfectly preserved, which was very odd for a Vault that was filled with the dead.

"How do you think they died?" Helmrick asked.

"I don't know what killed them, but I can guess what they were doing when they kicked the bucket," Axel said, shaking his head.

"What's that?"

"Fucking."

"You're kidding."

"Hey, you don't believe me, look at the jumpsuits."

The griffon gave them all a second look, only to blink in surprise.

"...Holy - they're all unzipped."

"Uh-huh. Right down to the crotch. Every single one of 'em."

Which meant that they had all been exposed to each other for some reason or another. He supposed that might have been understandable for one or two deviants to be like that, but for the whole Vault to have their dicks waving around, or their pussies on display...

That spoke more to the questions on the computer earlier, and he shook his head as he imagined what else might have been going on here.

"Look for some sort of science department. They'll have answers to what's going on."

"What're you doing, then?"

"Looking for the Overseer's office."

The capybara nodded, making his way to the left-most of the two doors leading out of the large, square common area. Helmrick paused, just looking at the bodies that had been left behind, shaking his head.

If this was pheromone manipulation...

He knew for a fact that there were ways to get the body riled up and make it forget about what it should be doing. There were many ways that one could do that; as a matter of fact, one of his last experiments in the Enclave had involved using the various aphrodisiacs that they could create in a lab as a weapon on the battlefield. It was meant to make an enemy submit to their own urges, keeping them from thinking clearly, offering themselves up just for the chance to get off and stop thinking of the enemy as the enemy.

But if this Vault had taken it further...

Well, to get someone to fuck until they were dead, the Vault would have had to take it further, wouldn't they? Even the best mixes that he had come up with hadn't been sufficient to get its victims to completely disregard their health and safety. They'd still been conscious of how tired they were, how exhausted they were getting. Once they'd hit a certain point, all of his subjects had just shut down, for lack of a better way to put it. Their bodies had just given in, falling unconscious.

This...this had taken that further. Just how powerful a pheromone had they managed to come up with down here?

As Axel disappeared down one of the side tunnels, Helmrick went from body to body, checking them. The more he examined them, the more that he realized that they really all had been getting off to something or other. Even the ones casually sitting on the couch had been jerking each other off, and others were curled up around one another in clear sexual poses.

Insanity...

But powerful insanity, and sufficient to intrigue him about what might lay further in.

He took the other door, making sure to take his time as he walked down the hallways. For all that he was sure that the sealed Vault was not going to be filled with any living creatures looking to ambush them, he didn't want to have to be rescued, either. Better to be on his guard, and -

The soft hiss of shifting air caught the griffon's attention. He flicked his wings, turning in place as he glanced along the ceiling. Pipes and vents were obvious fixtures along the hallway, and while most were closed, he could see one that was just barely open. The griffon held his breath as he approached it, reaching up and flicking the vent closed with one finger. Once the flow of extra gasses had ceased, he took a small breath -

"Mmmph!"

And felt the heat hit him hard. His cock was half out of his sheath before he realized it, and he leaned against the wall, tail-feathers fanned out as his toes curled against the steel floor. His hips bucked once, twice, three times before he managed to get a hold of himself, forcing some of his own pheromones out through his flesh and fur. He breathed it in desperately, holding one hand over his beak.

As he breathed in his own scent, forcing it down his lungs, he was able to push through the raw rutting smell that had come through with the pheromones, and he breathed slowly, carefully, taking it in until he was in control of himself once more.

"Axel...Axel!" he shouted.

The capybara didn't respond, but the thudding footsteps of a charging soldier told him he'd been heard. His companion whipped around the corner down the hall, shotgun raised, only to blink at the sight of him just leaning against the wall.

"...What happened?" Axel asked, the mercenary taking his time to approach.

"Stay with me."

"Why? What's going on?"

"The pheromone system is still active," he said, shaking his head. "And...and it's potent. Very potent. I barely got a whiff of it and it nearly knocked me to my knees."

"...Damn."

"I can - I have the ability to emit pheromones of my own, on a limited scale. Enough to nullify it to an extent, at least. Better that we stay together to take advantage of it."

"Wait, you can - why the hell didn't you mention that before?" Axel asked. The capybara narrowed his eyes. "Did you -"

"Not on you, or Gruth. There was no need for that. The only way that I've used it since meeting you is to keep from stinking up the place by manipulating my sweat to be less...sweaty."

"...Well, stop it. Keep it natural; it's better that way."

Not sure if that was a comment on his scent in general or more about how he shouldn't be 'cheating,' Helmrick just nodded in agreement. The capybara fell in step behind him as they continued down the hallway.

"Any sign of a science lab?" he asked.

"Nothing. There's a storage area back there, some food, a couple of machines, but nothing that looked too high-tech."

Which meant that the science lab was either on the way to the Overseer's office - something that wouldn't be too out of place, but still odd, considering the way that Vault-Tec usually designed these underground hellholes - or there wasn't one to be found in the Vault. Which was...odd.

After all, the whole point of most of the Vaults was to be an experiment to determine how the populace would respond to extreme situations. Whether that was something almost absurd or something too serious for words, the Vaults almost always had something that made them a torture pit for those involved...well, except for some of the absurd ones that were entirely sexual.

Why wouldn't you have something to study what happened to those affected by the pheromones...

The question continued to bother him as they walked down the hallway, eventually coming to the large, circular door that marked the entrance to the Overseer's office. The username and password that he'd nabbed from the console at the entrance worked as the entry key, and the door slid open, allowing them access.

As usual, the Overseer's office was a simple room. There was no window looking down on the common room as there were in most other Vaults that he had seen, but as Vault B1 seemed to be smaller than any of them to begin with, that wasn't too much of a surprise. He shook his head as he walked around the rounded desk. No chair, but the computer still had power, and beeped softly awaiting input.

"So, what're we gonna find here, you think?" Axel asked.

"Hopefully? Some sort of secret passage that leads to where they keep all their scientific research. Otherwise, all we're getting from this Vault is food and maybe some of the pheromones if we can cut them out of the walls."

"Think that we've got any security problems waiting?" the capybara asked.

"Probably not, but keep your eyes open."

He leaned over the desk, the terminal blinking at him as he put in the Overseer's username and password. It blinked back at him before opening, displaying folder after folder of different records that were only available to the head of the Vault. He connected his Pip-Boy to the little input jack underneath and told it to start downloading to the external memory, then started flicking through the other options that the terminal had.

To put it simply, there were a lot of them. Vault B1 looked to have been run almost entirely through this computer, with a few side functions for security that were under a secondary username. Must have been an interesting relationship, he imagined, all things considered. The Security Chief of a Vault often had a close relationship with the Overseer, and sometimes, they ended up being one and the same, though usually that was through one of them being overthrown by the other.

As he clicked through the different options, trying to find some access point, he accidentally clicked one of the folders. A projector opened on the other side of the desk and the far wall lit up -

"Oh...well, that's...that's a show," Axel said, chuckling.

And a show it was; two wolf males were humping away at each other, right in the middle of the common room. One had his tail flagged far to the side, showing his low-hanging sac and throbbing cock, while the other was desperately knot-fucking the former. In, out, in, out, faster and faster as that knot kept growing. A veritable flood of cum was on the other side of that knot, flowing out and drooling to the ground, only to be jammed right back in as that busted-in asshole was used again and again by the horny fucker on top.

Both wolves were slender, obviously not the most well-nourished, and their eyes glowed with a feverish glint to them that was apparent even in the recording. Staring at the show, it was clear that both of them had forgotten everything else around them, consumed with the need to rut, fuck, thrust into their partners, and nothing was going to stop them.

Even with their arms and legs looking weak, they kept going. In, out, in, out and -

They howled, the silent recording nevertheless giving the illusion of sound. The top wolf's balls bounced up as he came, spilling his load past that rim, and then, rather than pulling out, he just kept going. Thrusting into that messy, sloppy hole, filling it again and again, unable to hold back.

"Holy fuck..."

"That's the power of their pheromones here," Helmrick said, shaking his head. "And if this place was running at full capacity, there's no way that I could hold that back. Thankfully -"

"What's that option?" Axel interrupted him.

"What option?"

"That one, just under."

Helmrick scrolled down. There was a secondary option under the recordings, one that was labeled 'Behavioral Pheromones.' The griffon blinked.

"Is that..."

Without thinking, he clicked on it, hoping that it would have an explanation of just what it was. He regretted it almost instantly as the screen changed, the words 'Executing Function' flowing across the screen.

"Shit."

The door to the Overseer's office slammed shut, and four vents slammed open. Even as Helmrick covered his beak, trying to focus on what pheromones he needed to emit to keep from being affected, soft pink fumes began to emerge.

"Hold your breath!"

Even as he did the same, he could tell that the fumes here were different. Something about the scent hit him on a different level than just the lust that he had felt in the hallway. There was something else to it, something like...like a hazy memory that pushed through the scents that he was trying to create with his own body. The feeling of his dick buried in someone else, the feeling of power and authority, the sensation of being in charge and knowing that everything that he demanded would be carried out, and...

And...

He had names popping in his head. Names and features and memories. Thoughts of someone else, of a different species. A big, burly thing, something...something -

"Nngh..."

He turned, knowing from that sound that Axel had breathed in some of the fumes. As he opened his break to pull the other man in close, though, he froze.

The capybara was overlaid with a different image. He could still see Axel through the image, but all over the capybara was the image of a bigger, burlier coyote. Something powerful but wiry, and something...something horny.

Combat-dressed capybara fought with the naked coyote image, but both of them were staring at him, and both of them had a wide grin on their faces. They were big and hard and horny, and...and...

And the scent was getting through to his brain as well, Helmrick realized. His cock was completely out of his sheath beneath his lab coat, and it was bobbing and throbbing with abandon. He groaned, sweating from head to toe as a strange, chemically-induced heat hit him. He tried to shake his head -

"Over the desk, Overseer. Time for me to get a good look at what you're carrying on you."

Thump. A hand to his chest sent him flying backward. He hadn't realized that Axel was that strong, but the nudge was more than enough to send him down on his back. He grunted, rolling sideways before he was shoved the rest of the way over, pinned on his stomach facing the wall.

His pants were pulled down in less than a second, and his focus on his own pheromones slipped. He breathed in, and -

Security Chief Bannon was right behind him. The coyote was here for their regular ritual. They were alone, away from the others, enjoying themselves. He was going to get his ass eaten out, and then he was going to get fucked, and then, when the 'frisking' was done, he'd take his turn with putting the Chief in his place and making sure that he knew who was the real Overseer here.

No, no, that was wrong. He was Helmrick, he was a griffon, not a -

He forced himself to clench his wings, forcing himself to feel the muscles around the base of them even as the scent-memories and behaviors tried to tell him that he was Overseer Rattle, a lizard that had been given command of a Vault filled to the brim with perverts, natural and otherwise. The memories were coming through hard and fast, from the first day of being in charge to the current moment. He 'remembered' all the experiments that he had been part of, all the members of the Vault that he'd rammed the pheromones into by squatting over their faces while tubes ran down their nose...and...and...

"Nnngh..."

And Bannon's/Axel's tongue was right over his asshole, flicking along his pucker, teasing it and getting it wet. Clawed hands - strong hands - were pulling his cheeks apart, and spit ran from his pucker down to his balls as the other man spat on him.

He heard it as two voices as Bannon/Axel whispered to him, muttering dirty talk that was familiar and new at the same time. His head swam as he kept breathing in the fumes, whatever countermeasures that he could have created with his own pheromones barely enough to keep him aware of the double-identity going on rather than losing himself to the rest of it.

"Ah...ah..."

That tongue. That tongue was digging in deep, and his tail - no, tail-feathers - were rising up, showing off his ass all the more and keeping him from pulling away. God, fucking, damn, that tongue knew what it was doing all too well. He arched his back as it wriggled past his pucker, going so far up that he swore that he could feel it tickling well past his prostate. His cock oozed and spat pre-cum against the underside of the desk, and his toes curled as firm fingers pulled at his ass cheeks, keeping them wide apart.

"Ah...nnngh..."

"Mmmm, doesn't taste like you got anything on the surface, Overseer...but I think we need to take a deeper look. Let me just get my tools..."

Helmrick huffed, feeling the spittle running along his rim and making him squelch just slightly every time that he clenched down on the nothing that was inside him now. There was so much...wetness from that short rimming. Was it all...was it all that, or was it sweat, or -

The griffon's eyes went wide as he felt the cock flop against his backside. He slowly looked over his shoulder, and this time, he saw past the illusion that the scent was trying to put into his head. Mostly because what Axel really had outstripped what the illusory coyote did.

That thing was massive. Flat-tipped and almost a bit prehensile in appearance, that massive shaft was almost hyper-sized compared to its owner. The griffon shook his head slowly, but it was already leaving a snail trail down his spine, gradually making its way towards his pucker. The heat of it, the need of it, combined with the pheromones coursing through his body left him clenching and eager, and he realized as it kissed his hole that there was nothing that he could do to stop it.

It took just one push, and in that moment, Helmrick reduced his pheromones as much as he dared. If he was going to take this, he needed as little interference from the pheromones as possible.

As that shaft pushed in, as he felt his rim burn and stretch, as he felt the pressure on his prostate increase, the griffon momentarily became Overseer Rattle. He became the other man, someone that dominated all others, but allowed the Security Chief to have some fun from time to time. He was taking dick, and taking dick that was so big that it would have broken most others.

But he was not others. He was the Overseer.

In, out, in, out that dick went, and he moaned for it despite himself. The griffon rode the pleasure and the shaft, and the capybara-coyote leaned over him, pinning him to the desk as they both submitted to the behavior pheromones. The control of scent-memory was powerful, and it pushed them both to heights that neither of them knew existed. They lost themselves as they humped away.

In, out, in, out, getting faster and faster, a bulge growing in the griffon's stomach as he was filled to the brim. His mind was elsewhere, and his cock throbbed, balls churning away. In, out, in, out, getting faster and faster, and the feeling of veins along the other man's cock was getting harder and harder to ignore.

So...good...

And yet, despite it all, his cock still throbbed for his turn, a turn that he knew was coming soon enough. In, out, in, out, faster and faster, those balls battering against his own, the smell of sex and cum and pheromones of need and heat and rut surrounding them in a pink fog. The cloud of gasses around them only seemed thicker the harder that they went at it, and his beak hung open as his tongue hung out.

"Nnngh...almost...done...gonna approve this ass...soon..."

He barely heard; it was so close, and so was he. He moaned as he felt the pummeling shaft spreading him wider, one big hand grabbing him by the back of the neck. In, out, in, out, in -

Gluk.

Squelch.

"NNNGH!"

And then it was there. The capybara-coyote was cumming, and cumming hard up his ass, filling him to the brim in the first shot and still cumming. Pulsing, throbbing, squirting away, that cock felt all the more immense as it delivered its massive load up his pucker, giving him a flooding almost immediately that put anything that he'd done for health reasons to shame. Each splatter of seed inside of him only added to the raw heat that was left behind, and he moaned as his cock throbbed under the desk once more.

And then...then it was done. The capybara-coyote pulled back, and the popping, sloshing sound of the shaft coming free and the flood that came after sent a shiver down his spine. Helmrick rolled over, panting hard, and his cock swung around with him.

"Heh...still hard, Overseer?" Bannon/Axel asked.

"You know it..."

The fumes...the pheromones...they wouldn't last long. Not too long; he was already feeling the edge of it coming off, which meant that they were applied semi-regularly for the purposes of something else. All the others in the Vault must have been getting dosed with it long-term, slowly becoming something else. They...they weren't going to...

A mental image popped into his head. A room, a hidden place behind the Overseer's office. There was a secret passage, there was a science room, and it was close by.

Don't hit that button again...and we're fine...

But until the fumes wore off...

He stood up slowly, showing his cock properly to the other male. His guard, his Security Chief, whatever Axel was at that moment, chuckled and turned around, showing his own chunky ass. The sight of it was more than enough to keep him in the mood, particularly with the horny scents in the air.

One more...then...then we move on.

He hoped he was right about the pheromones. If not, then they were going to have a very hard time leaving this Vault without help.

The End

Summary: Helmrick and the others discover their first new Vault, and they decide to see what's inside. The results might surprise them.

Tags: M/M, Capybara, Griffon, Deathclaw, Pheromones, Mind Control, Illusion, Aphrodisiacs, Needy, Horny, Anal, Cum, Rimming, Orgasm, Creampie, Science, Fallout, Vault,