Never Saw This One Coming

by LieutenantGarrison

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark, Romance, Adventure, Alternate Universe, Human, Anthro
Length: 1212

I wake up to find Gleaming Shield in my bed.

So I got home from work after doing a crap ton of work and a little reading some fan fictions I deiced to go to bed and I wake with Gleaming Shield or R63 of Shining Armor in my bed. Join me as I live out a new strange life with her.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-12-24 23:57:16 UTC

Prologue

An Interesting Knight

I should introduce my self. My name is Liam Garrison, I am 19 years old and counting. I am a Caucasian male with brown hair and eyes. I have a short beard but nothing to fancy. I wore a Black Great Coat with a blue long sleeve shirt and black pants with boots. On my face was a pair of bronzed colored glasses. I used to play a lot of computer simulations so I had a pretty good Idea how to survive. On my left arm was the new Military Grade Pipboy 3000. Its screen was a green color, it told me my current health, appeal, and weapons as well as I could listen on radios.

I was driving in my white Ford F-150, making another right I made my way down a dirt road. The road its self would have been rough but the trucks suspension compensated for that. Making my way up to the front of the drive way I put the truck into park before getting out. Before I was fully out I grabbed my Anti-Material Rifle. Fully stepping out I scanned the tree lines to make sure I didn't attract any unwanted attention. Seeing none I made my way to the truck bed. Opining the hatch I grabbed the things I scavenged in the town. I closed it before I locked the truck making it honk once.

Now I was in trouble! No dough that zeds heard that. I ran to the door of the house, unlocking then opening the door quickly I slammed it shut locking it. I let out a sigh as I made my way into the living room, my Pipboy lighting the way with a white/green glow. Now, I know what you are thinking. How did I get my hands on a Military Grade Pipboy, remember those 'computer simulations' I was talking about. Those simulations were Real Wartime Simulators to train Cadets. Very few people tried it because of some of the risks it has, but non of that. I was able to beat the simulation and was awarded for it.

Setting my supplies in the living room I made my way to the kitchen with the food I scavenged. I have enough caned food to last me a lifetime in the basement but you can't be to careful. Opening the fridge I put the need to be refrigerated foods in there while grabbing a bottle of delicious Nuka-Cola. I opened the bottle before taking a gulp letting the cool liquid slide down my throught only to be replaced by the burn of the acids withing. Closing the fridge I made my way to my bedroom, putting the Cola on the table took off my great coat and pants.

My bedroom was about 18 feet wide both directions and 8 feet tall. In the middle was a queen sized mattress with red sheets. Close to the right side of the bed closes to the door was a fan angled towards the bed. Now only in black underwear and a white t-shirt I sat on the bed. Grabbing the Cola from the side of the bed I took another swig before slipping under the covers. I put my glasses near my 10mm Pistol on the nightstand before rolling onto my left side for the fan could be in my face. I closed my eyes into a dreamless sleep.

Waking up to the fan blowing cool air into my face I couldn't help but notice that there was something wrapped around me. Around my neck was what felt like arms wrapped around it but they couldn't be human arms because they felt like they had fur on them like whats wrapped around my legs. The 'legs' I think are also furry as well, also there are two things on my back that are pests up against me, my best guess are bear breast because I have never had contact with a women like that or as to say... I am a virgin and proud to be one. Then something started to rub against my neck, the fur on it tickled the back of my neck. OK, this is getting creepy.

Hopefully getting its attention I let out a yawn which it worked. Who ever it was let out a gasp before jumping out of bed with a high pitched scream. I reacted out of instinct and got up to muffle her. She seem to struggle, my attempts to muffle her stopped when she hit me in the family jewels. I let go of her trying to cradle the pain in my lower torso. She ran out of the room and only one thought came to mind.

'Shes going for the door.' ignoring the pain I shot up onto my feet before grabbing my glasses and 10mm before following her.

"Wait! Don't!" I yelled out.

When I cough up she unlocked the door opening it running outside only to stop as a zed hissed out telling its fellow undead 'dinner time'. Running to the door I raised my pistol before activating the VATS system. I took aim at five zeds before letting the led fly. The fist one's head exploded easily leaving nothing but a windpipe and a piece of the neck bone there. The second one grey matter gushed out of its head the bullet continuing to a unintended target behind him. Third ones eye exploded but kept coming.

'Shit...'

The fourth one jaw was shot clean off falling to the ground. Last but not least the final one's cranium exploded leaving a jaw and pieces of the skull left. The third one charged only to be pistol wiped in the face, falling onto its back I fired 3 shots into its skull turning it into red mush. I looked towards the creature that had the look of fear and shock written all over her face, I motioned it to go back inside which it complied to. Walking back into the house I shut the door before locking it.

"What the buck were those things?" it asked, yep it was a female. I looked towards her getting a better look at her.

Her fur was snow white, its hair ranging from different shades of blue striped hair as well as a... tail. Her eyes are a cerulean while she had a horn on its head... wait, what?

"Infected..." I replied. "Who and what are you?"

"I'm Gleaming Shield and I am a pony. What are you?" she asked.

"I'm a human." I replied walking over to my bedroom with her in tow.

"Alright, may I ask you name."

"Liam Garrison." I said offering a hand that she looked at skeptical.

"Don't think that you saved my life that we are admittedly friends."

"Friends? No, I don't want a fucking friend." I said bluntly. She seemed a bit taken back by this.

"Why?"

"Because, friends are just enemies that haven't attacked you yet." I glared at her. "And I didn't have to save you, ya know. I could have just locked the door behind you."

"Why didn't you do it then?" she asked glaring daggers into my eyes.

"Right now I'm asking the same damn thing." I replied reloading my pistol.