# is it really worth fighting? or enjoying? (part 2)

Author: the dark lord silva
Tags: Anthro, Anthropomorphic, Female, Forest, Future, Human, Male, Scalie

#2 of is it really worth fighting? or enjoying?

part 2. mmm looks like its getting sexy dont yall?

The man awoke, a deep thumping in his head. Sparks flew all around him from damaged  
panels, controls, and lights. He opened his eyes a bit more and saw a jagged piece of rock  
inches from his face. He blinked and shivered, realizing he could be very . . . very . . . VERY  
dead right now. He gingerly unbuckled the tattered remains of the seat belt and groaned as he  
felt bruises along his chest, left from the strong deceleration of the crash and the digging of the  
nylon straps. They saved his life, but it hurt like hell.

He 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  
number of exits; some were escape pods and others were cargo ports.

He lifted his arm to brush away some debris from a wall mounted console, AND WHAT DO YOU  
KNOW? It was cracked to hell and back. He grumbled and went to its side, yanking off the  
paper map and looking through its holed surface. The nearest one was just in the cryo chamber.  
Great, he had to go in with the dead bodies. He sighed and folded the map up into the tattered  
remains of his jumpsuit, hiding it snuggly inside one of the few remaining pockets, and walked  
out into the corridor heading to the aft of the vessel.

Lucky for him, the door leading to the cryo chamber was reinforced. The console next to it was  
still active with flashing emergency lights, most of them dealing with the lack of life signs. He  
shook his head grimly and hit the open button. The door didn't move at first, and he hit the  
button again. It still didn't move. He grumbled and straight kicked the button and the door  
opened with a squeal. "'Bout damn time," he said to no one in particular.

He walked through the door into the shattered remains of the cryo chamber, seeing tubes with  
cracked surfaces from the crash -or worse- from the people that where inside trying to get out  
and survive. It didn't matter though. They were dead; he couldn't help them. He needed to get  
out and find out what planet he was on. He knew one thing though; the planet was definitely  
habitable. The air wasn't killing him, so he could breathe. There were trees and grass, and it  
wasn't too hot; maybe a bit humid and warm, but not unbearably so.  
He saw the port. It was damaged, yes. However, it was not overly so; if you would call half of it  
torn 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  
head, trying to think.

Just 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  
animals would have been scared to hell and back by the crash. That was when he felt warm  
hands on his shoulders and felt himself being dragged, strong hands. He was too tired to try  
anything. He needed sleep, the thoughts of a concussion FAR outside of his thoughts as his  
eyes drooped and he fell into peaceful slumber.

Had he been awake, he might have been surprised to see what was dragging him; it was a  
human shaped animal, anthromorphic is the term. It was a female lizardess, completely naked  
but seeming to ripple with strong, taught muscles. Dragging the male away, the female could  
smell blood on him. It looked suspiciously like her species, at least in shape; so its feral mind  
was trying to bring it to the rest of the tribe of lizardesses. Letting the male sleep, she easily  
drug him through the brush. Little did he know, he had quite the time ahead of him. See,  
lizardesses of this world live separately from the males. It protects the children and eggs. This,  
however, meant that when the lizardesses go into heat, they become rather needy. This man  
doesn't even know the time he has ahead of him, whether he likes it or not...

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