{"sf1_id":377050,"sf2_id":"1VY5XQGn","title":"is it really worth fighting? or enjoying? (part 2)","author":"the dark lord silva","words":831,"posted_at":"2012-05-15T02:56:00.000Z","tags":["Anthro","Anthropomorphic","Female","Forest","Future","Human","Male","Scalie"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/377050-is-it-really-worth-fighting-or-enjoying-part-2","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/1VY5XQGn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/69/97/699706ae-65b2-4cde-ad69-ddbf1e1d5956","description":"#2 of is it really worth fighting? or enjoying?\n\npart 2. mmm looks like its getting sexy dont yall?","content":"The man awoke, a deep thumping in his head. Sparks flew all around him from damaged  \npanels, controls, and lights. He opened his eyes a bit more and saw a jagged piece of rock  \ninches from his face. He blinked and shivered, realizing he could be very . . . very . . . VERY  \ndead right now. He gingerly unbuckled the tattered remains of the seat belt and groaned as he  \nfelt bruises along his chest, left from the strong deceleration of the crash and the digging of the  \nnylon straps. They saved his life, but it hurt like hell.\n\nHe hobbled out of the chair, limping softly and trying to relieve his muscles from the shock of the crash. The exit portal behind the cockpit seemed to have suffered some catastrophic failure; by that he meant a huge-ass dent was in it, making it impossible to open. Luckily, there were a  \nnumber of exits; some were escape pods and others were cargo ports.\n\nHe lifted his arm to brush away some debris from a wall mounted console, AND WHAT DO YOU  \nKNOW? It was cracked to hell and back. He grumbled and went to its side, yanking off the  \npaper map and looking through its holed surface. The nearest one was just in the cryo chamber.  \nGreat, he had to go in with the dead bodies. He sighed and folded the map up into the tattered  \nremains of his jumpsuit, hiding it snuggly inside one of the few remaining pockets, and walked  \nout into the corridor heading to the aft of the vessel.\n\nLucky for him, the door leading to the cryo chamber was reinforced. The console next to it was  \nstill active with flashing emergency lights, most of them dealing with the lack of life signs. He  \nshook his head grimly and hit the open button. The door didn't move at first, and he hit the  \nbutton again. It still didn't move. He grumbled and straight kicked the button and the door  \nopened with a squeal. \"'Bout damn time,\" he said to no one in particular.\n\nHe walked through the door into the shattered remains of the cryo chamber, seeing tubes with  \ncracked surfaces from the crash -or worse- from the people that where inside trying to get out  \nand survive. It didn't matter though. They were dead; he couldn't help them. He needed to get  \nout and find out what planet he was on. He knew one thing though; the planet was definitely  \nhabitable. The air wasn't killing him, so he could breathe. There were trees and grass, and it  \nwasn't too hot; maybe a bit humid and warm, but not unbearably so.  \nHe saw the port. It was damaged, yes. However, it was not overly so; if you would call half of it  \ntorn away and scorched thusly, that is. He walked to it and pressed the other half of it, and it fell away, so being damaged had a good side to it. He looked down and saw what he had feared: a cliff; shattered and damaged, smoking from heat, and not too far of a jump. He just hoped it held. He looked back for a moment, took 10 steps back, and ran; charging straight through the door and making a big leap, landing on the rocky cliff. As he landed, his leg gave out on him and he tumbled down the cliff, rolling into bushes and hitting a tree. He groaned softly and shook his  \nhead, trying to think.\n\nJust then, he heard a rustling. He thought it was just rubble or debris or something as he knew it wasn't a colonized system. There where no ships or satellites in orbit when he arrived, and  \nanimals would have been scared to hell and back by the crash. That was when he felt warm  \nhands on his shoulders and felt himself being dragged, strong hands. He was too tired to try  \nanything. He needed sleep, the thoughts of a concussion FAR outside of his thoughts as his  \neyes drooped and he fell into peaceful slumber.\n\nHad he been awake, he might have been surprised to see what was dragging him; it was a  \nhuman shaped animal, anthromorphic is the term. It was a female lizardess, completely naked  \nbut seeming to ripple with strong, taught muscles. Dragging the male away, the female could  \nsmell blood on him. It looked suspiciously like her species, at least in shape; so its feral mind  \nwas trying to bring it to the rest of the tribe of lizardesses. Letting the male sleep, she easily  \ndrug him through the brush. Little did he know, he had quite the time ahead of him. See,  \nlizardesses of this world live separately from the males. It protects the children and eggs. This,  \nhowever, meant that when the lizardesses go into heat, they become rather needy. This man  \ndoesn't even know the time he has ahead of him, whether he likes it or not...\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"is it really worth fighting? or enjoying?","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/376412-is-it-really-worth-fighting-or-is-it-better-enjoying-part-one.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/378194-is-it-really-worth-fighting-or-enjoying-part-3.json"}}