Furry Fallout- chapter 1
The lion hybrid and the black Flamedramon are copyrighted to me so fuck off!! However I do not mind the drawing of pictures if you wish. I won't hold my breath....
DISCLAIMER- there is BLOOD, GORE, DEATH, guns, getting shot, DISMEMBERMENT, EXPLOSIONS, and many, many other things so be warned.
Furry Fallout- chapter one
THE CAPITAL WASTELAND
Night soon fell over the wasteland the stars shining bright as well as the moon. The shadowy creature snuck around the mountain side trying to get by the raiders that were patrolling the area. The Mysterious man turns a corner and sees that the Raiders had found the secrete entrance into the vault. "Shit... I have to stop them... they cannot be allowed to enter the Vault..." he thought to himself as his eyes peered from behind his hiding spot. The snap of a twig, the twitch of ears and a millisecond later a dive and a roll as gunshots filled the air. The moonlight cast light on the mysterious man but even so the figure was hiding behind a cloak.
"Hey look at this Jim; we have ourselves a little toy to play with." The two raiders chuckled as they looked at the somewhat small guy. One was a tiger pierced ears, nose, and more than likely other various body parts. The other Raider was a red dragon; one of the nastiest species in the wastes. "Mmmmm..." he grabbed his crotch through his pants squeezing the contents, "I could really use a new slave, the last one is too loose for me now...." The red dragon chuckled evilly at the hooded creature. "Let's see that face of yours..." The dragon grinned but the man stood still not moving. "What are you deaf?" The dragon went to grab at the figure but his scaly hand was intercepted by a black hand his arm was then twisted arm a loud audible snap was heard and then a gunshot shot was fired. The big red dragon fell to the ground blood oozing out of his head from a single gunshot.
"B... boss!?" The Tiger known as Jim stammered as he stood there in shock. Soon the rest of the raider group was surrounding the hooded figure. "You're gonna pay for that you little piece of shit...." Said a Lizard. The entire group had the man surrounded, but as they got closer he jumped clear over their heads leaving a live grenade in his place. As he lands some distance away. The others stair at the grenade, their eyes as wide as plates, as they all look at the explosive device. Smiling the man walks away as a loud thump is heard, arms legs and lots of blood flying out all over the place.
As he approaches the door to the Vault, several gunshots ring out. He turns around to see one man without his legs grinning holding an AK-47 in his paw. He looks closer and sees it's a tiger, "JIM," he says. Just then the natural anesthesia, Adrenaline, wears off and the sudden rush of pain floods his body as he grips his stomach something of the bullets having tore all the way through from his back and out his stomach blood oozing out. He clutches the wounds and fingers the pad typing in the password, R-A-T-H-E, Rathe, the door then grinds open and he stumbles threw.
The Hybrid's eyes snap open hearing a thud coming from the emergency exit. He gets up and puts his sword on his back walking down the hall. He notices that someone is opening the door. He steps back into the shadows and watches silently as someone stumbles threw cursing to himself and holding his stomach. The door closes behind him and the mysterious guy stumbles to the infirmary but as he was passing the pods he collapsed tried to crawl then remained still his arm outstretched.
He walks forward and looks at the cloaked figure noticing a dark liquid pooling around him and seeing the urgency he picks him up and rushes him into the infirmary. The hybrid sets him on a table and grabs himself a lab coat with the name ‘Auron' on it. He grabbed a scalpel, pair of tweezers, peroxide, and a few other things. Auron then put a mask over his face giving him anesthesia. After he was knocked out Auron went to stripping off his cloak and his shirt. After doing so he went straight to cutting open his soft leathery skin. After doing so he grabs the tweezers and holds it in the peroxide killing the germs and he gently but hurriedly moves things out of the way a bit and soon finds his target pulling out a bullet.
A few hours and several bullets later he sews up the creature once the final stitch was in place and he had hooked him up to a machine to get him the necessary amount of blood. He finally notices the species and gender. He can clearly tell that this was a male, but he wasn't sure of the species. Finally after a little debate with himself he decided on a Flamedramon, though most were of the blue category, this one was black, as black as a starless night with a dark shade of grey running from his chin down his chest stomach and more than likely to his crotch area. He sighs and after he decides it was safe he moved the Flamedramon to a room with a two beds. Leaving all of the weapons in the infirmary, except for his sword.
He handcuffed to the only spot he was able to, the bars at the head board. He wrapped the cuffs around one of the bars and he handcuffed both of the dragon's paws. "There that should hold ya." He said to himself as he yawned and sat on the bed watching over the intruder. Days went by and still the Flamedramon laid there passed out. But then day five, he opened his eyes.
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