A Tactical Retreat
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
With the invasion underway and assassins now after Chris and his Dinosaur consorts, our hero must make a tactical retreat... but to where can he run?
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Inside the cabin, Chris fumbles around, reaching for where the keys could have gone in the mess that was the rough fucking he put the Princess through the previous night. He gets down on the ground, reaching underneath the couch when the window by the front door shatters with a roar following it.
Chris rolls out of the way to avoid a talon digging into the wood planks by him. His eyes meet the raptor assassin, but then his eyes travel downwards. Fuck, why did all these dino gals have such great tits?
The raptor lifts her leg, giving him quite the sight of her snatch, before slamming down with a mighty ax kick. He rolls out of the way, and she slams her foot into the ground, cracking the wood.
Tumbling to his feet, the man rushes out the way he came in. He doesn’t look back, even when he hears the raptor’s roar and prepares himself for the sting of talons digging into his naked flesh.
But the sting never comes.
Instead, he slams the door shut behind him, panting a moment before he waves to his servants. “Yo, girls, let’s go!”
Túzh?ní snarls. “I will not be defeated by this lowly assassin!”
“It’s not a defeat. It’s a tactical retreat. Sairene!?”
“Got it, master Chris!” The pterodactyl says, grabbing onto Túzh?ní by the shoulders, lifting her up off of the ground.
Chris rushes to the beat-up truck and starts the ignition, pulling away from the cabin. He sighs when the car buckles under the weight of Túzh?ní and sees her holding onto the roof.
From the passenger side, Sairene pokes her head in, upside down, and turning in various directions. “Master Chris,” she begins. “With an assassin after us, we cannot stay in any one spot for long. Might I suggest we regroup with some of our allies? I have a pilot that I’m supposed to meet up with once we rescue the Princess. This seems like the opportune moment, sir.”
“Right, wait… aren’t you a pilot?”
She tilts her head, “Why would you say that?”
“I thought- you know? Nevermind. Where are we going?”
“By this speed? It will take some time.”
“Can’t you fly up and like, tell me where we’re going?”
“No, of course not!” she snaps. “If I fly up that high, I’ll be spotted for sure. No, I’m grounded for now.”
“Right… Right… well, let’s try some other kind of recon for now,” Chris says, turning the dial on the radio.
The tuner finds a hard time locating a signal. Chris frowns at this but soon settles where the panicked newscaster relays the happenings with a shaky voice.
“In just a short few hours, major cities have become battlegrounds. Communications and infrastructure have reverted back to mid 20th century at best. Please, stay in your homes and barricade your doors and turn off your lights. Remain in your basements, and whatever you do, do not interact with any of the aliens. They will capture you if they have the chance.”
Túzh?ní growls. “The animals… what are they up to?”
“A reclamation of what was once ours, your highness?
The Princess snorts at that. “I doubt it. Rounding the humans up? That could be for so many things.”
“Oh, Chris, this way, I think,” Sairene says.
Chris turns down the road, only for Túzh?ní to tap on his window. “Cut the sound,” she hisses.
He turns the radio off and takes his foot off the pedal. With the decreased noise, he can hear the cheers and shouts that aren’t too far off. He puts the car in park and climbs out. “You two hide nearby. I’ll go check it out.
Túzh?ní rolls off of the roof and stands tall. “No, I shall protect you with my life.”
Chris grabs her by the arms and squeezes her hands. “Túzh?ní, I may be your mate now, but you are still a princess, and… dammit, I never got a chance to be a hero before, so… I wanna do this, okay?”
She blinks, pulling her hands away. “Very well. But we shall be nearby. Call us if you need help.”
He nods and rushes off the side of the road into the brush.
It doesn’t take too long for Chris to find his way towards the sound of the commotion. It’s more of a party than a riot. People are whooping and cheering, brandishing guns and pitchforks. The scene is centered around a pulley contraption powered by a truck and tied over a tall tree branch. On the other end is a sight that makes his breath stop.
There, lying on the ground, her arms tied behind her back, and with a thick noose of steel cord tied around her neck, is an Amargasaurus, half-conscious and bruised, laying in the dirt with stains of blood and piss around her.
“Oh fuck…” Chris whispered.
“Yeah, Clem, you got her hog-tied good!” shouts one of the rowdy mobsters. “Now, let’s see the horsepower of your baby!”
Clem whoops and hollers. “Oooh boy, alien dino meat’s probably some great eating! Let’s string her up and get er done!”
The truck pulls away, lifting the dinosaur gal upwards, her neck lifting up, her eyes widening, and her face looking towards him.
Upon seeing those pleading eyes, Chris closed his own, his body shaking. He can’t do anything to stop this. He’s just one man, half-naked against an entire mob of maddened locals. What can Chris, an anti-social college student, do?
Chris…? Fuck that. He’s Chris, consort of Túzh?ní, conquerer of conquerers. With that, he puffs out his chest and lets out a mighty bellow. “Girls! Let’s go!”