Inside the Fire
Disclaimer: It is a story of a group of people trying to survive the post-apocolypse. The story is told from a wolf's point of view. His name is Ace. The others in his group are, Miranda (Not only his she a wolf, but she's also Ace's mate.), Bruce (A largely built grizzly bear.), Shea (A Bengal tiger.), and Giovanni (A German sheppard.). The characters and what they are doing shall be explained in the actual story, not this disclaimer. There is violence and if you don't understand an item I say, I will most likely explain what it is. If not then you know how to use google don't you? Also should there be enough people who like it, I may continue the series
Winter... Good for nothing winter... We all hated it. We moved slowly and it was harder for us to find supplies and to cover our tracks. Sure we had fur and winter clothing, but that doesn't mean we weren't cold in almost -20 degree blizzards.
"Bruce, I thought you said there was stuff worth finding up here!" I yelled into the wind, reeling back as the wind threw my words right back into my face.
"There is! We just have to get there first... Then we have to find it... It could take us awhile but I'm afraid others might get to it before us!"
"The only buts that you should be worried about are the ones that are FREEZING!" Giovanni was clearly getting pissed off.
"Hey, I'm not going to have no fucking mafia prick start tearing into my words!" he growled to which Giovanni growled back.
"What do you know about me and the mafia?"
"I know enough to know that you was working for 'em."
"That is a load of horse shit!" Giovanni didn't like talking about the mafia or anything italian for that matter. He knew that we knew what he used to do, but you mention a single word and he would have slit your throat then and there. Bruce was lucky that we were all together.
"That is ENOUGH! I won't hear another word from either of your muzzles until we find shelter. Do I make myself clear?" You know you were really annoying if you get Shea to scream at you.
"But he-" the two furs said in unison.
"I said... DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?" she said again, this time growling.
"Yes ma'am..." the two squeeked. I couldn't help but smile. Little Shea, despite being a tiger, was more than capable of keeping a body building grizzly and a mafia linked German sheppard at bay.
We travled on, the freezing winds and snow frosting the tips of any exposed fur, making it stick together with bonds of ice. We shivered as we pushed ourselves through knee high snow. If that wasn't enough, we were all carying assault rifles that weighed 7lbs, with at least 30lbs of ammuntion per person. Then there were the backpacks filled to the brim with supplies that accounted for nearly another 100lbs (97lbs and 3/6th of one to be exact.). Our Dragonskin body armor was another 50 and all the little accesories that we had on our weapons made it an easy 6lbs. What I'm trying to say is, we were not only freezing our asses off, but we had lug around equipment that weighed equal to our body weights.
By the time that the sun started to set, the wind had died down enough so that we could set up camp.
"Bruce and Shea, get us some tents up. Miranda, you and Giovanni try to get a fire started. I'll be back in a few minutes." As I turned around to walk, I could hear Miranda call to me.
"And just where do you think your going?" I turned around to face her.
"I just thought I saw some lights up ahead and-"
"And what?"
"Let me finish, will you? Anyways I was going to say I was going to go and see what they were."
"What? Your going to do no such thing. Not without one of us to go with you."
"Miranda, darling, I know how to look after myself. You all know I used to be a Titan."
"Yes, and so were the rest of the dumbasses who ventured off alone, fell into the GESS traps, and ended up dead!" I winced slightly. Before I continue, I think I should clear up a few things.
The GESS are a new species. GESS stands for, Geneticly Enginered Super Soliders They are half human, half computer. They're fucking cyborgs! They never sleep, they never eat, and they have no emotions. They only have orders and they screwed those up. So what do they do? They fucking go and kill their creators and then they move onto civilians. They remind me of the Nazis, only this time they kill everything. I was apart of the TITAN program. We were selected and, rather forced, to go with the governent for training. We were taught by the best of the best. The TITAN program was created by a system of military scientists and stratigiests. We were the answer to the GESS. And we were wiped out. I still carry my dog tags as a reminder of that destructive night. We hadn't expected any of it and I know I shouldn't even be alive.
She must have seen me wince, for she lowered her ears. It helped slightly, despite everyone staring at me.
"I'm sorry... It's just I'm cold, tired, and I don't want to worry about you."
"I know... I know, but I can promise you that I'll be fine. You'll see." I had started walking off in the direction of the light that I saw, cycling the bolt on my F2000, and just before I started taking my steps, I heard Giovanni speak.
"Hey, when we going to hear that story anyways?" To which I spun around, walking backwards. I smirked at him as I stuck both of my paws up, holding only the middle fingers up on each paw. The others chuckled while he just shook his head and replied. "Cheeky bastard..."
I kept cursing myself as I watched the figures walk about the snow covered buildings. They didn't appear to be GESS, but they were armed. I had no clue weither they were friendly or hostile. All I know is when the world starts to fall apart, most people aren't to happy. I kept rubbing my paws, breathing on them silently, trying to keep them warm. At some point I remember having to punch the wall in order to keep feeling in them.i kept watching them from behind my snow covered cement barricade. The figures had started getting closer so that I could hear them.
"So there's nothing interesing in these houses?" said one figure, with two other guarding figures behind him. The one walking beside him replied.
"Naw boss, just useless junk."
"What kind of useless junk?"
"Just some chillin books, some cookin pans an stuff, and some bodies."
"The books we can burn for fire, the pans... well we have enough of those so you can leave those... but gather all the dry paper and such." As the 'boss' stepped under the street light, I could see that he was a German sheppard. He looked a bit similar to Giovanni, but this one had an eye patch and was smoking a cigar. As I was taking in details of their conversation, I heard the 'Click!' of a revolver hammer being pulled back behind me. Not soon after I felt it's barrel poke the back of my head.
"Paws on your head and get up slowly. No sudden moves or I blow your brains all over the damn snow, Capiece?" I slowly put my paws on my head, rising slowly from my kneeling position. "Good, now walk over the barricade and keep walking forward."
I knew that if I didn't comply I'd be a dead fur, and if I died while being out here and Miranda found out, I'd be better off dead three times over. I climbed over the barricade, not removing my paws from my head, as I walked towards the sheppard.
"Eh' Boss!"
"What is it?" He turned around, seeing me in my captured state, and chuckled, settling his hands on his hips.
"Found this guy behind the barricade, just listening to you talk."
"Is that so?" He chuckled more, as his guards removed my weapons. "So what were you doing?"
"He wa-"
"Not you! Him..." he snapped at my captor, pointing at me. "You can put your arms down son... What's your name?"
"Why would you care?" I asked, setting my arms at my side. I recieved a sharp blow on the back of my head, to which the fur infront of me growled at.
"That is no way to treat our guests... Now go gather supplies while I have a little chat." he grinned at me and once the revolver wielding fur had apologized to his boss and left, he began to talk again. "Now, we're all friends here aren't we?"
"I suppose so."
"Good... good. So tell me, what are you doing here?"
"Just saw some lights, thought I'd come through and see what's up."
"Well this is what's up friend. Were taking whatever we can get our paws on."
"What for?"
"What do you mean what for? This is a god damn apocolypse, there are towns who need stuff, we go and get that stuff, and they pay big big bucks for it. It's that simple kid."
"There're still operational towns?"
"Of course. The GESS didn't take over fully yet."
"Which direction is the nearest town?"
"Why would it matter to you? Nothing in there but refugees, and you probably won't be accepted."
"I have a feeling they will." I unzipped my winter jacket slightly, reaching into my shirt and pulling out my TITAN dogtags. Everyone knew you were a TITAN if your dogtags were skull and crossbones and not just regular ovals. His jaw dropped slightly.
"Whose body did you get those off of?"
"My own. I beleive I am the only remaining TITAN still alive... I need to contact my commanding officers to tell them what happened. Which direction is the town in?" he stated chuckling, and that was the moment when I realized that his body guards had AK-47's and were pointing them at me.
"Your a funny guy, you know that? The only way I'm giving you directions is if you pay us."
"Pay you? I haven't money for myself, and besides if you deny my request, I have full authority of taking matters into my own hands."
"You've gotten no weapons! How can you possibly take us on?" As I looked around I noticed more pirates, some in the windows of buildings, some on the rooftops. They all brandished a firearm. My training was more than enough to get me out of here, but I needed someone alive that can direct me to the town.
"The most powerful weapon that one person may have is not just their hands, but their mind." I began to study the path I would take. If anything happened on the move, I would improvise on the spot. Thats when I heard the crack of a gunshot, and I ducked into an allyway to take cover as the group of thugs tried to drag their fallen leader and tried to fire on anyone that wasn't with them.
Seeing the one fur that had my weaponry, I grabbed a metal pipe that laid at my feet. Amid the chaos, I managed to break the piping over the pirates head, dragging him back into the ally so that I may reholster my Desert Eagle, put my shortened katana back in it's sheath, and load my F2000, wrapping the sling around my neck and shoulders so that I wouldn't drop it if something happened. More gunfire, automatics, came from the road south of me, which was the direction of the first shot I heard. Cautiously, I crept from the ally way, fireing a three round burst into someone who spotted me. He dropped rather quickly and I had to look around a bit to do the same to a few others who where shouldering their rifles. I walked along the houses that lined the street, taking fire from the houses opposite of me. After taking cover while I waited for them to reload, I made a mad dash to get behind the buidlings when they finnaly did. The ground I once ran on erupted
into dust clouds as it was torn apart by the 7.62MM rounds. As I ran along behind the houses, dropping a few pirates who had been back there , I reloaded my rifle before slinging it over my shoulder. I unholstered my sidearm, keeping it low as I sprinted to the place where I heard familar voices talk. I jumped a fence that was in my way, narrowly missing a trio of bullets that just grazed my shoulder. Turning around and raising the pistol, I fired five shots, each hitting the fellow who had been following me. He screamed as each bullet tore into his clothing, his fur, and his flesh. He fell, sliding in his knees in the snow, and kept going until he had slide face first into the picket fence that I recently jumped. I grinned slightly, as the image was rather funny at the moment, but i quickly frowned as I reached up to my shoulder, feeling a warm liquid run through my fingers.
It was only a small wound, but in these freezing temperatures it didn't matter. I ran into the street, hearing all the firing cease, but I was a bit surprised when I had to tuck and roll to avoid more gunfire.
"Jesus Christ!" I heard someone yell.
"Hold your fire!" was my reply from behind the snowy bush that I had rolled behind.
"Who is it?" was the same booming voice I heard. The only voice that could be reconized as Bruce.
"The god damn pizza man. Who the hell do you think it is Brucie? Seriously come on!" Apperently if you weren't the one being shot at, it was funny what I said. However when I got back up and glared at them, they all shut up. I stopped glaring when I saw another glare that put mine to shame.
"What happened to 'I'll be fine, you'll see'?" Miranda had her paws on her hips and was obviously pissed off about my choice.
"Well I'm fine aren't I?" I smirked a bit which I soon swallowed into a gulp when she growled angerly.
"Your bleeding."
"Its just a scratch. I'm fi-"
"JUST a scratch? You've been shot Ace. What's next? You trip a claymore and lose a leg? Oh it's only a flesh wound..." I could tell the tension in the air was thick, for the other three had sliently scooted FAR away from us, spectating quietly from the sidewalks.
"I-"
"Your blind and stupid Ace. Honestly, if it wasn't for the fact that your kind, sweet, at times rather smart, and handsome, I'd be at a loss at why I'm with you!" I winced more and I could tell the othes felt it. She did too, but she didn't care.
"I love you Ace, but if you keep doing headstrong things like this your going to kill me with worry! Honestly, what was to gain from checking out these lights?"
"The sheppard I was talking to-"
"Emileo Demifantè. I saw his face through the binoculars. He was an old friend of mine in the mafia." Giovanni had surprised us all by speaking. "I just figured it would be simplest if Shea took 'em out." After eyeing up distance from here to where I last stood with the now dead fur, I estimated it at 700+ yards.
"Nice shot Shea..." She grinned with pride, adjusting her R700 hunting rifle that she slung over her shoulder.
"It was nothing." I knew that for her it was an easy task. She had a good eye and could just look at her target and know how to adjust her aim for the wind, weather, bullet drop, and other factors that could effecting the bullet. The others could do this, but they had to take the time to figure out everything.
"Ahem..." I turned back to my mate who now had her arms crossed infront of her chest, sill angry with me.
"As I was saying, I was speaking with Emileo and he ha said something about a town nearby that was still fully operational. When I tried to get directions he refused and demanded a payment. I had nothing to offer so I was just about to take matters into my own paws when Shea dropped him." She looked at me, as if trying to decide if what I said was the truth or not. Finnaly she sighed and unfolded her arms, grabbing ahold of the rifle that dangled on her back by the sling.
"Well... C'mon. Let's go see if perhaps they had a map we could use." She walked around me, with Shea to follow by her side. Me and the other two were still where we stood. After an exchange if looks we followed.
Luckily for us they did have a map with serveral other cities marked on it that were still in working order. As if to test our luck, we found a house that still had heating and electricity. After setting in, preparing and eating a balanced dinner, we all went to our assigned rooms. I was in the living quarters of the room, sitting on the couch that was still there, when Miranda stepped in. I didn't notice at first, but after she leaned against the doorway, folded her arms, and cleared her throat I saw her.
"Hello love." I said, folding my ears back slightly from the glare she gave me.
"I'm still pissed off about what you did." She walked over to me, sat beside me on the couch, and curled up into me, resting her head on my shoulder. I kissed the top of her head and whispered back.
"I know that what I did was a bit stupid, but think about it! We now have a map that can show us the locations of many operating towns to live in! Now we don't have to scavenge off the dead and less fortunate in order to get our supplies."
"Yes that is true, but I still would have rather myself or someone else go with you instead of you going by yourself." I had begun rubbing her shoulders, feeling the stress I caused her. As I massaged her tensed muscles, the air around us seemed... soothing. Despite it being almost -10 degrees outside, the fact that we were indoors and had fully functional heating made it so comfortable and relaxing. I felt the urge for some... relief from the events of the past month and I figured she needed the same as she resisted non as I pulled her into my lap, still rubbing at her shoulders. She sighed as she knew what I wanted but didn't seem to mind as I was massaging her stress engaged muscles.
"The others might hear us..." were the only words of protest to which I replied.
"Even if they do, they're so tired that they could fall asleep within seconds of getting into bed. And if not then they know not to come down stairs. So what can happen?" She agreed, even though she hadnt a choice. Strong as she is, I was stronger and if I needed relief, I would get it if she wouldn't submit and enjoy it. A bit evil, sure, but let's see you go half a freaking year without yiff. Let alone a yiffless half year with alot of firefights. Exactly now shut up and listen to my story!
She began to nip at my ear as I kissed her neck, my paws starting to remove the clothing. Thanks to the heating and the fact that we where indoors, we had all long ago shed our winter gear and we just wore our usuals. She lifted her arms allowing for easy removal of her shirt and undershirt. The horny little wolfess hadn't worn her bra, so I was surprised when she gasped soflty before moaning softly as my paws gently grasped her beautiful breasts. I felt my paws almost loose control at not having felt them in a long time. She had turned around by this time and my lips had left her neck for her own pair of lips, kissing her long and passionatly, still fondling her breasts. As she removed my shirt, wrapping her arms around my shoulder and neck, we continued to kiss as she moaned into my muzzle, my paws caressing her chest. She broke the kiss to say something that was disapointing but somehow a turn on.
"Just oral hun. Nothing more."
"Thats not going to do." I grinned as she knew what I wanted, and for her sake I hope she would submit.
She didn't. So as she got off my lap to leave she spoke.
"Well I hope you and your paw will work together on this. Good night." I waited for her to turn around and take a few steps before swiftly grabbing her from behind, the notch in my arm around her throat and a paw over her muzzle. Lowering my own muzzle to her ear, which she had laid back in fear, I whispered into it while I undid her pants, sliding them and her undergarments off.
"I said that's not going to do, didn't I? I had something else in mind, but unless you cooperate, you won't be getting any pleasure from it." As I said this, I took my shirt and tied it over her muzzle, taking the free paw down to her sweet lips, sliding a finger into her moist slit, letting it roam freely. Sure she struggled against me, but dispite my teachings on what to do in a situation like this, I knew more than her. Therefore it wasn't hard for me to make her whimper into submission by my withdrawl of my finger, using it to jab into her side while I bit down on her neck. By now I removed my arm from her neck so that know it held both her arms behind her. As she whimpered I reached down to grab her undershirt, using the thin clothing to tie her wrists together behind her back.
"Now that I'm positive you won't be any trouble, I can move onto pleasuring myself, and since you struggled you will not enjoy this." I growled into her ear. I forcefully led her to the couch again, tossing her down onto it. As she tried to roll around to see what was going on, I had already removed the rest of my clothing, minus the dogtags. My member had already hardened out of it's sheath, poking into the air. I hunched over her and gripped her throat, growling into her ear.
"Spread your legs like a good little bitch." She looked at me, a bit terrified at my dominance, but complied as she knew it was no good to resist by then. My tail wagged as my tip pressed against her soaking entrance.
"Nnnnngghh... Good girl." I said as I began to press forward, not stopping until I was hilted in her. My ears pressed against my head from her tightness. I whispered into her ear again.
"Since your so warm, wet, and tight I guess you can enjoy this." I nibbled on her ear, chuckling slightly as I withdrew from her passage, thrusting back in quickly and repeating. I could hear her muffled moans, and by the red on her cheek fur I could tell she didn't mind this much. I gritted my teeth as I dragged my cock in and out of her mound, feeling her walls clamp around it. As I increased my speed, I was surprised to feel my stomach tighten with my balls. I suppose since I hadn't yiffed in a long while, I wasn't used to these feelings. As I soon began to plow into her, my sack slapping her lips as our hips met with each thrust, I could feel my knot grow, tapping against her entrance as well. When I couldn't hold off any longer I pushed in, knotting myself tightly inside her. This little bit of pleasure kicked my climatic bucket that had been filling up for the past fifteen minutes, spilling my load in seperate bursts. Biting down slightly on her
neck, drawing little bits of blood to show our mating, I continued to fire ropes of my hot, sticky, wolf seed into her awaiting passage. I collapsed ontop of her when I finished, hearing her growl. Chuckling I untied her muzzle and wrists, and prepared myself for whatever she was going to say.
"Your lucky that I loved that, and that I'm young."
"Really? Perhaps I'll go rougher next time." I licked at her muzzle, rubbing against her.
"Sounds fair enough. Now, can we get some sleep?"
"Of course darling." Seeing as we were knotted together, I gently pushed her down so she could lay on the couch, myself going down with her. Remembering the blanket that was draped over the couch I grabbed it and pulled it over us.
"Goodnight love." I whispered to her, licking her muzzle again and feeling her nuzzle against me.
"Goodnight." and within the next few minutes, we were both fast asleep.