Fallout Metro at Dark

The plan was simple.

Wait in Bombshell’s office and wait for the target to arrive.

Then I jump out and blast him into the afterlife.

I hid under the desk with the nurse beside me, both of us getting a good view of some up skirt of the Nazi Officer. The desk was surprisingly raised unlike most things around these parts. Must have been a superiority thing to make her look bigger with a taller desk and chair.

We had camped under the desk waiting for our prey to walk through the door so we could emerge and put him down. Listening to some music that sounded surprisingly’ french. Playing from a pristine record player.

The desk was so cramped that I had to leave my rifle propped up against the desk beside Bombshell. In my free time I guess that’s what I’ll call it, I decided to remove my side arms attachments. That way it could be more compact, storing the parts away in my rucksack for later. Still waiting for the scumbag to come if he ever would.

I loaded my gun, tested the iron sights aiming it between Bombshell’s legs, getting Bonesaw’s attention.

“What are you doing?” Bonesaw whispered, nudging me with a raised brow as she patched up my shoulder wound..

“Testing the sights.” I answered back. “Making sure to stay on target. So I can be ready when he arrives.”

“So her thing… is something to test your aim on?”

“Nothing else to do.”

“You could be sharing some love?” Bonesaw suggested poking her head against my arm wanting me to scratch behind her ears, wiggling them as she hinted for me to oblige her.

“Only when you deserve it.” I said keeping her loyalty with the promise of ear scratches just as long as she helps me. “You have to earn it.”

Bonesaw pouted, poking out her lower lip making it quiver. Trying to guilt trip me.

Why? I don’t know. It would never work on me. She wronged me on a personal level. If I wanted to, I could grab her by the neck squeeze until it popped without much effort. Her life was in the palm of my hands and she was really testing me.

My self control stopped me from killing her. Because as much as she needed me I needed her. Companionship. Just to hear another person talk was enough to keep me sane. If I closed my eyes I could imagine her being a human, and maybe this was just all a long tiresome nightmare.

I wrapped an arm over her shoulder pulling her into a side hug. I dug my fingers into her furry arm. Holding her close like an oversized stuffed animal. I held her for support. Rubbing my thumb up and down feeling the fur under my thumb. Soft and warm, it was comforting to know I wasn’t alone to know someone else had my back, I hope.

“... Hey, are you okay?” Bonesaw suddenly asked.

I didn’t answer right away as I listened to the women sing in a foreign language, gently lulling me to sleep. The smoothe sound of the singer's voice was smoother than silk. The song put me at ease just like a warm mothers embrace.

My free hand lowered as my pistol rested on my lap.

***

I had no idea how long I had been sleeping for but when I woke up the room was loud with things being thrown around the place.

Looking to my side I saw a frightened Bonesaw clutching onto my side. Scared of the noises happening around us.

Taking my pistol from my lap I began to scoot my way out from the hiding spot.

Bonesaw whimpered as she let go of me hiding back under the desk, refusing to leave the comfort of the desk. Which was fine by me.

“Bombshell my beautiful Tiger!” A German- sounding pony exclaimed. “Vey must you reject such a noble gift?! Do as you please to me!”

When I finally stood up I could see the scene unfolding before me.

“Nein! Avay! I don’t vant anysink to do viz you!” Bombshell declared with a disgusted shout, using her magic to launch a number of books off her shelf and onto the normal-looking pony.

The stallion jumped to the unicorn's hooves kissing them feverishly even as she brought another down on his head repeatedly trying to get him off her hoof. “Shtop zat!” He held onto one hoof with a determined mindset of stealing the mare’s heart. Not wanting to let his prey away. The hunt for her heart was of many challenges when it came to women. The hardest hunt of any man's life.

To ponies it was no different it seemed.

Finally I could put a face to an obscure name. Jäger was a light brown stallion with a chestnut brown mane and tail. He wore a plain gray soldier uniform with black leather boots.

“My sveet Bombshell do as you please! Krush me! Use me! You are zee almighty aryan! Zee rightful ruler of Equestria! You alone my ferocious Tiger are zee one for me!”

It was like watching lovers quarrel or perhaps it was just a one sided relationship. She was clearly telling him no and he was not getting the hint. But that was okay. I was here to do the dirty work and keep her hooves clean.

And to think I was actually working with the Nazis what a twist. I never saw that coming. Raising the revolver I aimed it down at the stallion groveling at Bombshell’s hooves. He wasn’t very scary on the floor. He looked rather pathetic even.

As if noticing my presence from pure instinct sensing my masculinity, his body froze. Turning his head to look back over his shoulder at me. He sensed a predator. His herbivorous body was screaming as he took his time to decide whether to initiate fight or flight.

Bombshell’s anger dissipated and even seemed to smile, glad that I had decided to show up and finally put his annoying pestering to an end. Reaching down she pinned his hooves to the ground. “My sveet boy. You finally decidet to put him down?”

Jäger looked between the two of us. “Huh?!” He exclaimed in utter confusion unsure how to process the information. Too bad since he wouldn’t get the chance.

I fired into his back. The sound of gunfire in an enclosed space was deafening as the gunshot echoed causing me not to double tap it. Losing my hearing wasn’t worth it.

“Kreture, you’re here?” Jäger chuckled, coughing. “My back.” He groaned, resting his chin on the cold stone floor in defeat.

I’d be lying to say I wasn’t surprised. Though I kind of expected for him to die in a single shot in the back.

“Goot job! Goot job!” Bombshell jumped up and down proudly as relief washed over her. “You finally got him to leafe me alone! Finally!”

“Nov I vouldn’t say zat my lovely Tiger.”

Bombshell stopped the victory dance she was having as Jäger stood up. I stormed up behind him pistol-whipping him behind the head. He fell down once more.

I took a knee to press the pistol’s barrel against the back of his pony skull.

“Anything else?” I asked, nestling the barrel against his skull.

“Vat are you vatink for? Kill him!” Bombshell shouted at me. Confused why I was taking so long to put him out of his misery..

“I vas huntink you, ant here you are.” He chuckled. “It seems you’fe huntet me. Bested me. Zee jäger has bekome the prey or so it voult seem. To zink you stole my Tiger’s heart.” He said sadly.

“It’s not like that.”

“It’s not like zat.”

Me and Bombshell said in unison. As this was a mutually beneficial transaction. She released me and I do her this favor.

“Boys introduce yourselves.” Jäger said just the door to the room erupted with a bang disorientating me as I stumbled.

Something grabbed at me, slamming me onto the desk. I didn’t know what was happening as my vision had a burned after image of Jäger laying face down. There was a faint ringing in my ears from the concussion from the sudden explosion.

I didn’t know what was happening as I was forcefully slammed into the desk repeatedly. Being lifted up and down. I grunted from the sudden impact on my back. I was being manhandled by something.

Through the ringing I heard a familiar voice finally pique up, “Get off of him!”

A sudden burst of gunfire went out as the aggressor released me, falling over. Shaking my head I fell backwards behind the wooden desk beside Bonesaw who somehow managed to fire my weapon. I didn’t understand how her hands… hooves could reach the trigger. The trigger guard should have prevented her pesky hooves from firing, yet she managed somehow.

“Are you doing okay?!” She shouted as the desk was peppered with bullets.

“My office!” Bombshell cried out in horror watching as her beloved record player was blown to shreds under the intense gunfire. Tears ran down her distressed face as she reached out to her beloved music. “You monster!” She cried openly as Jäger pulled her out of the open doorway.

“Kome on my feisty Tiger! Vatch as I katch zee kreature in your honor! By defeatink him I vill take zee spoils of your heart!” He declared.

“Nein! Nein! I Nefer needet your help!” Bombshell screamed, slapping Jäger who seemed to like getting hit as he couldn’t stop smiling nuzzling the blond unicorn.

Looking down at my hand I noticed that my revolver was gone. Bonesaw peeked out from cover firing my rifle down at our new enemies.

“Why’d you hesitate?!” Bonesaw scolded me. “You could have shot him and be done with it!” She returned back into cover beside me.

“I didn’t hesitate! And give me that!” I snatched my rifle back from her grubby hooves.

Bonesaw pouted, “No ‘thank you’.”

“Thanks? You owe me your life after what you did to me.” I bonked her on the head right before rushing out of cover just out of reach just as a hoof came down swipining where I had been a moment ago. I opened fire firing at the new armored creatures that were blocking the doorway.

My bullets pierced their armor as they screeched in static, sounding like malfunctioning robots as they keeled over and died. Dropping their weapons from their armored clawed hands. I took cover beside the door frame as Bonesaw scooped up my revolver from the floor, holding the barrel in her mouth as she held it out for me to grab, wiggling the pistol grip around.

I took hold of the pistol, storing it in my pistol holster and without hesitation she held her head out towards me. In approval I gave her a quick scratch behind the ears. Even as bullets peppered the wall I took my time.

“Alright, we need to finish this guy off.” I told her, shouting over the gunfire.

“I’m with you Hunter!” Bonesaw saluted me playfully as she picked up one of the creatures weapons.

“What are these things?!”

“Griffins!” She got another head scratch.

“Hounds?” I asked for confirmation.

“Yup! Jägers hounds~” The mare purred in approval.

“Anything to look out for?!” I asked blind firing out the door frame before retreating my weapon back inside the office.

“They have sharp claws and can fly! And are stronger than ponies!” She chirped once more, sticking her head out towards me. Awaiting her prize.

Instead I gave her a swift head pat. “Thanks, give you more later.” I promised.

Bonesaw pouted as she waited for commands, yet at the same time looked troubled and flinched, wincing as she heard bullets striking the concrete wall we were right behind.

I waited for the ‘hounds’ to stop firing so I could take a quick peak jout and take out a single target and then retreat back to cover. We were pretty much trapped. Bottlenecking the doorway. We’d be screwed if they grew a brain and decided to toss a nade in here. But then again Jäger wanted me alive, couldn’t say the same for Bonesaw though.

I suppose being in the metro tunnel was a good thing. Making it hard for the griffins to fly around with the spaces being cramped and compact. Yet if we were on the surface I couldn’t say the same, I would likely be as good as dead. As a flying target that could shoot a weapon, it is highly dangerous. Air superiority crushes infantry everytime.

“Alright, we’re going after him. Get ready.” I informed the nervous looking mare.

She took a deep breath and let it out giving me a nod that she was ready.

“Go!” I exclaimed when they stopped to reload.

I ran out guns blazing firing in short controlled bursts to both get a lucky hit in and to suppress them from firing while we were out in the open. Bonesaw rushed behind me holding her assault rifle with her mouth chasing after me like a dog holding a favored stick in her mouth. She squeaked as bullets struck near her hooves.

Diving into my arms as we took cover behind a metal catwalk that had armored plates welded against the handrail. But since ponies were a lot smaller I had to crawl to be completely in cover. I threw Bonesaw ahead just as several bullets whizzed by where she was a moment ago. Narrowly saving her life.

A bullet grazed my arm, ripping my sherpas sleeve and cutting my skin. I grunted retracting my arm back hunkering down as I rolled onto my stomach to get a face full of Bonesaw’s rump. Getting a upskirt shot of her pink ass I could only sigh as the nurse saw what I was looking at looking smug as she wiggled her hips playfully even when we were in the middle of a firefight she couldn’t help but tease me.

Shaking my head not having time for this I smacked her ass, “Move it!” I shouted with anger wanting her to get out of my way and get moving.

Bonesaw moaned in response, “Ugh~♪♪♪” as she crawled forwards. Smirking as she did so.

Just as I was about to crawl after her something heavy landed on my back as knives pierced into my jacket and armor plates. I cried out like a bitch from how sudden it was. I didn’t see it coming. Looking up I saw an armored beak leering down at me. I knew I should have been looking up, these fuckers could fly.

I grit my teeth feeling the griffin dig its armored claws deeper into my back. It began to flap its wings. The griffin wanted to carry me off! “Bonesaw for fucks sake! Assistance nurse!” I cried out.

The mare was still crawling and wiggling her ass. Hearing my cry for help she turned around with a surprised look. She whipped her assault rifle around as she rolled onto her back taking aim as the griffin lifted the two of us up.

The nurse fired automatic fire our way, shooting wildly as she couldn’t control it without a proper grip. It looked like she was wrangling with a wild animal as she for some reason held onto the trigger, firing wildly. Shooting into the ceiling until the gun clicked empty.

The griffin who had lifted me up got lit up dropping us both as I slammed onto the handrail bouncing off as the weight of the griffin's talons pulled me over the edge ripping chunks of flesh from my back. The griffin crashed onto his wing with a meaty snap and I had the unfortunate fate of landing on the armored griffin. It was not in the least bit comfortable.

“AH! GaH!” I shouted balling my fists as I hugged my rifle for support. My back burned as there was no feeling like it. Having my back muscles torn to literal shreds being ripped apart by animal claws. This was the end of me. I don't think I could do much. Especially not after an injury like that.

“Hunter!” Bonesaw cried out from up above still on the metal catwalk. She was looking down at me looking rather pathetic.

“Bitch! I’m dead! Get out of here!” I grunted as I rolled onto my stomach feeling the cold air brush up against my exposed back as the claws had torn through my clothing and flesh alike. I shivered.

Looking around I could see nothing but three more griffins fluttering about in the air. The nazi soldiers had fled as they wanted nothing to do with this. Which said as much as no one wanted to talk about the stallion. They feared that this would happen and wanted no part of the carnage.

“Hold on! I’m coming!” Bonesaw exclaimed running down the rest of the walkway.

This guy was really a nut job. Should have killed him instead of having my damn curiosity. Wanting to let him have his last words while also taking in his side of the story. Turns out he was just a man after a woman's heart while also hunting me on the side, or at least that's what I was getting out of this.

The griffin hounds landed around me like a pack of scavengers. Taking in my bloody view. Wondering how they should proceed next. My ears were bombarded with static as I buried my face into my rifle wanting to cry so bad that's how much it hurt. Even as a man that was quite insulting to my pride, but I’d never hurt this bad in my life.

Then there was the looming dread as my mind gave me this odd sense of clarity. Telling me just straight up, ‘this is the end, I’m going to die’.

“Oh no you’re not!” The nurse appeared like a knight in shining armor in her white nurse uniform. She swung her empty rifle behind one of the griffin’s head, smashing the makeshift rifle to pieces. The shower of cheapened parts flew like shrapnel causing the other two to instinctively shield their faces giving the blond nurse time to scoop up the rifle the griffin dropped. She spun around like a ballet dancer standing on her hindlegs human like as she pressed the stock up against her shoulder and without hesitation she sprayed wildly once more.

It was like watching a child fire a weapon for the first time. Out of control yet with intention she sweeped the rifle from left to right as bullets deflected and chewed through their armor. A stray bullet nicked her cheek, drawing a little blood.

The griffon she took the gun from, pounced on her back. Digging its claws into her back just as they had to me. Bonesaw cried out like a wounded animal as she was slammed to the ground.

I glared at the griffon trying to lift my rifle up but found it too heavy to pick up even as it rested on my chest. It was abnormally heavier than I remembered. I was in so much pain it felt impossible to lift. Doing the next best thing, I reached into my holster, whipping out my revolver and aimed it at the griffon. My hold on the gun swayed noticeably as my back screamed in agony.

I knew I was going to die with such a wound. No marvel of medical treatment was going to fix this. I was fucked, but that didn’t mean that stupid nurse had to die. She should have left, yet she stayed. That had to mean something.

Maybe my meaning was to save her? Maybe that's why I was still alive? As I bled out I snarled at the griffin. “Get your metal claws off her you oversized chicken!”

The griffin tilted its head confused.

“Off! Get off her!” I demanded as my pistol swayed in my grip I could already feel my vision begin to unfocus. I shook my head narrowing my eyes. Trying to regain my senses. “She’s mine!” growled as animalistic as I could to scare the bird off her while also keeping myself awake.

The griffin retracted its claws pulling them out of her back. Raising its claws in a hands up gesture. But I didn’t care as I fired at it. Even as it fell over I continued to fire at it until my gun clicked dry where my grip slackened as the pistol fell forward still held in my hand by my trigger finger still caught in the trigger guard.

Bonesaw whimpered as she shakily stood up limping towards me. “Hunter?” She asked, collapsing beside me. I could see the back of her uniform stained red from having claws dig into her flesh. But she didn’t have it as bad as I had. As the claws had ripped my back to literal ribbons, I was positive I had shredded flesh hanging out behind me.

Bonesaw spoke in her familiar comforting voice as she reached my face caressing it gently, I could feel the warmth she was emitting, “Hunter… hold on… it's going to be okay… Alright.” She pressed herself against me.

She was so soft. Like a little puppy. I smiled as I raised a hand stroking her mane brushing the nurse cap off her head once more as I scratched behind her ears absentmindedly. She always liked that. It was the least I could do for my loyal companion.

Only she wasn’t smiling digging around in her saddle bags desperately trying to treat me? Why? I was gone…

My eyelids feel heavy. Like when you lay down and suddenly find it difficult to stay away since you’re just so comfortable that you just want to get some good shut eye. That was this. I felt so cold… Yet I felt the warmth of my fluffy companion. I held her close like a stuffed animal as she spoke and it became muffled to my ears as sound began to fade out.

Just me and my fluffy dog…