Fallout Metro at Dark

***Bonesaw POV***

‘Come on, come on, come on!’

Digging through my saddlebags I hurriedly went through my medical equipment. His grip slackened as I rolled him onto his stomach. Whipping out a vial of green liquid I doused his wound with it watching as his back began to steam with a burning *hiss* sound. Before my eyes the muscles in his back began to grow back as strings of tissue. Connecting before my very eyes and reforming as they once were. His skin grew back, closing the wound.

I shook Hunter. “Come on, wake up! I fixed you up! Wake up! Come on, I’m not leaving until you give me what I want you lazy bum!” I head butted his chest. “Hmph!” I puffed my cheeks out upset that he did not reward me for my efforts with my favorite pastime, head scratches. “I’ll do whatever I want with your body if you don’t say something!” I cried out hoping he’d crack an eye open and scold me, but he didn’t.

My expression fell as I laid my head on his chest. “Come on, you gave up huh? Come on you’re not a quitter. Don’t die… you still owe me.” I said in a saddened whisper. Not wanting my head scratcher to die.

Down the outpost I began to hear gunfire going out yet I ignored everything staying with my ‘companion’. He had called me that. When we first became partners, when he’d spared my life and gave me another chance even after I’d wronged him morally and on a ‘physical level’.

He forgave me without actually saying it but I knew he did. Why else would he give me those lovely ‘claws’ of his after a job well done? It was a nice reward for behaving. I didn't want to have what we had going to go away.

It was nice to have a helping hoof. He really knew how to get on my good side which was not hard to do by any means. All he had to do was praise me and scratch behind my ears. It was good enough for me, it made me smile. Now that I thought about it, scratching behind the ears was unheard of as far as I knew. I'd normally try to use my hindleg to get the spot behind my ear.

Sighing my ears swiveled on top my head listening to the sound of weapons discharging and screams of terror and pain. My eyes drifted towards the tunnel where all the action was happening. In the distance I could see lights of fire as another fight had broken out just moments after our own had finished.

I had actually half expected him to wake up miraculously and give me a sympathetic ear scratch. But he remained still. Concerned, I hovered my cheek over his mouth, as I waited with baited breath. Feeling a warm gentle breeze tickle my cheek I smiled. He was alive. I certainly hoped it was his breath and not just the heat radiating the fire from down the tunnel.

Going into nurse mode I had to get him out of here. Grabbing Hunter I rolled him onto my back. Struggling to haul him away from the conflict. Dragging about over ⅔ of him. Even as an earth pony I was struggling to carry his heavy body. He was three times my size and not just that, his clothing and weapons weighed him down. Especially that ‘back bag’ of his. My legs trembled as I lugged him around unsure where to go. My back ached from the puncture wounds from when the griffon dug its talons into me… and not even in the good ‘kinky kind of way’.

Struggling through the pain I carried on, carrying my patient and friend with me. Were we even friends? He called me his companion. That had to mean something.

Loud screams of ‘Oorah’ echoed through the outpost. Looking back over my shoulder I saw nazis soldiers running away from the burning tunnel. Retreating as several ran past me in a blind panic.

Several more griffon hounds emerged just behind the nazis firing into the burning tunnel as several ponies wearing uniforms colored olive khaki emerged from the fire shooting the flying targets.

“Shit!” I tried to pick up my pace yet it was all in vain as Hunter was just so damn heavy! His rifle dragged against the ground, scraping against the smoothened concrete floor. “Hey, a little help?!” I called out to the germane soldiers for help. Yet none stopped to help. Which was understandable but come on!

Several bullets whizzed by making nearly shit bricks by the whistling sound they made as they nearly struck me and Hunter. I let out a squeak as adrenaline filled my veins giving me a sudden strength boost.

The amount of drag from the rest of his body hanging off me was making it difficult to keep him stable on my back, “Come on Hunter!” I growled over my shoulder, biting his hand and bringing it forward to use as leverage, to keep him from slipping off and making things more difficult.

Ahead of me the Nazi soldiers were regrouping behind another line of defense. Behind sandbags and welded pieces of metal. I moved towards them, trusting them a hell of a lot more than that other army that was pushing its way deeper into the outpost.

That explained why all the soldiers were missing while we were fighting with Jägers hounds. They had been battling with the 'Red Army'. Fending them off while we dealt with the armored griffons.

I was surprised how easily Hunter's rifle tore into their armor. Making their armor look like tissue paper, it was far more advanced compared to the standard metro rifle.

Which was funny because the Nazis pride themselves on their high quality equipment.

I half carried and half dragged Hunter to the barricade. "Help me!" I called out to the soldiers. "He's heavy! I'm a doctor!" I called out lying through my teeth. Since I was not a doctor but a nurse instead. A downgrade.

Thankfully my nurse cap got their attention as they saw the red cross helping me over the barricade. Levitating Hunter over as well. Taking my word for it.

The unicorns lifted him with ease just as there was only one hound remaining. Flying over to us firing back at the rushing stampede of the red army. They fearlessly ran into the storm of bullets.

The Nazis at the barricade set up a mounted lmg as they opened fire down the narrow tunnel. Lighting them up as they suppressed fire for the lone griffon.

I picked up Hunter once more, carrying him away from the firing line. As Nazi soldiers rushed past us to help reinforce the defensive line.

The end of the tunnel was a large bulkhead door that was wide open making me gulp as I released where we were. Up ahead was Jäger's lab, his twisted lair.

This must have been why the 'Red Line' was here. They wanted to get to his lab and uncover any 'wonder weapons' he was cooking up. If anything, his love for Bombshell might have blinded him from his work.

I was conflicted whether or not to continue forward. If I did I would be leading Hunter into the lion's den, and if I turned the other way, the other faction would surely take us prisoner if they were feeling generous .

If we didn't move we'd surely be sandwiched. Neither was great but hopefully if we walked into his lair we'd hopefully go unnoticed as Jäger had taken Bombshell with him. Probably still distracted by the mare who did not share the feelings for him.

Just as I was almost past the bulkhead door the last 'hound' landed in front of me, halting my movement.

The griffon spoke through the helmets voice modulator as ear splitting static forced my ears to pin back in defense to shield my ears, causing me to an involuntary step back.

The static suddenly stopped as the griffon gripped it's metal helmet with it's sharp armored claws. Lifting the helmet off the griffon, shaking his plumage showed his orange feathered face.

"Bonesaw?" He asked surprised to see me.

"Blaze, been awhile." I answered back bowing my head. "Uhh, I need a little help." I said nudging Hunter with my shoulder.

"Carrying the creature? The boss was after this one?" He asked grabbing Hunter roughly throwing the human over his back.

"Yup, now be careful! He's injured!"

"Oh!" The griffon said sheepishly. "Sorry."

We walked side by side entering Jägers main lab. His secondary lab is where Hunter was first placed when he was delivered to the outpost. Where I… introduced myself…

I blushed remembering how I used him against his will. He even seemed to like it. Why else would he keep me around? He secretly loved me!

"Alright I'll have to catch you later!" Blaze dropped Hunter onto a chair as he rushed back into the tunnel. "Got to stop them reds! Later sweet cheeks!" He plopped his helmet back on giving me a quick salute as he flew into battle.

Finally somewhat safe I began to take care of my own wounds. Using a green zebra potion on my back wound. Listening as the wounds hissed, steaming as my back wounds healed. My grazed cheek was taken care of with a band-aid.

Hunter was still out from blood loss. Resting to regain blood. Carefully I had him drink from his canteen to keep him hydrated. He needed fluids.

I waited as the fight raged on. Waiting as Nazi soldiers brought wounded for me to treat. Not wanting to get on their bad side since I was technically fired, not that they knew… I took care of the wounded. As it was my job before Bombshell got upset with me for indulging in my primal urges around the 'exotic stallion' named Hunter.

***

I remember how rich and lush life used to be. Without the blood and stress of a looming threat. The ignorance of bliss was great growing up.

With just me and my dog. My annoying mutt. Always finding something to lick. I take off my shoes *lick*, I do a push up *lick*, eating my food *lick*. So annoying but insanely loyal. Even for a small dog his stubby tail would wag whenever I'd come home to be greeted by a jumping yorkie. Now it may have not been the manliest of dogs to own, but he was mine. My loyal rat as I'd often call him. Always jumping up trying to lick my face.

And how excited he'd get when I'd get out my leash he'd eagerly start jumping at me making it difficult to attach it to his little vest. Unable to contain his excitement.

As annoying as it was, it was very appreciative. Even when he'd bring me gifts. Dropping his toy at my feet, wanting me to play with him.

Only getting on my nerves when he'd mark his territory around my house. Even as he'd pee in his pee-pad he'd refuse to use it again even if there was a lot of dry area left on the pad. He was very spoiled, my dear rat.

Making my dad threaten to snip his balls off. Dumb loveable dog. As it was mainly my dad who took care of him.

The dog was my sisters as they'd begged for a dog but as always, it's always the dad that ends up having to take care of the dog.

I remember life, a simpler time when violence was just entertainment and fake. I'd shoot an enemy in a video game and my friends and I would just laugh about it. Nobody got hurt, it was all in good fun.

Even now I was petting the loveable dog. Licking my face as I laughed, hugging my dumbass dog pulling my face away from the excited dog. Feeling something wet on my shirt.

"What the?" Pulling my dog away looking down at my shirt, I saw a wet spot. Looking at my dog I saw his cock out of his sheath with a shiny wet spot.

"What the fuck?! You horny bastard!" Disgusted, I placed the dog down on the floor. Yet my dog continued to wag his little tail excitedly. "That's not cool." I shook my head disgusted.

Only if I knew how disgusting the world could truly be. Some excited doggie cum would be the least of my worries.

***

Opening my eyes I peered down at Bonesaw who raised a brow at me who was wagging her tail excitedly. "You're finally awake." She looked happy to see me.

I felt around my chest feeling the same wet spot from my dream. 'I hope that's just blood and not what I think it is' I thought to myself drawing parallels.

I tried to stand, only to stumble feeling dizzy. Holding a hand to my helmet as I took a knee just as Bonesaw rushed me. I felt light headed. The mare hugged me to prevent me from falling over.

"Hey! You're low on blood, you need rest!" Bonesaw urged.

"Back on your seat!" She ordered, now looking upset. "Back to bed!"

"It's a chair."

She pushed me back onto the chair with surprising strength for her size. "Whatever!" Bombshell snapped. "Rest!" She was putting her hoof down on this.

Groggily I looked around seeing several Nazis writhing on the floor in a neat line covered in bandages. They'd been taken care of by the nurse. She works fast.

I slumped in my chair gripping my gun that still hung from my gun sling. Looking towards the large bulkhead door that was closed.

I saw one of the hounds without his helmet. A griffon in the flesh. It was my first time seeing one without the helmet. Even so, I glared at him in my weakened state. Noticing my look he stomped towards me. I lifted my weapon to blast the oversized turkey.

"Hey-hey! Cool it!" Bonesaw pushed the barrel of my rifle down, having stopped me from making history. "He's not going to hurt you. Probably." She quickly added.

"Names 'Blaze'." The griffon introduced himself, extending a talon out towards me for a handshake.

I slapped his talon aside, not wanting anymore friends. Especially not after I knew how it felt to have those things in my back. They were deadly weapons. I didn't even want those sharp objects near my wrists.

"Hunter, now off turkey." I said, resting my hand back on my rifle.

"Yeesh, is he always uptight?" The feathered beast asked my companion.

"We'll not when he's loosened up." Bonesaw muttered looking away momentarily to hide her blush.

"You drink?" Blaze asked me.

"..."

"Come on, what's that supposed to mean-" Blaze's feathered cheeks reddened. "-you mean… what the tartarus?!"

"Shut up!" Bonesaw exclaimed embarrassed.

"You?! Why?!" The Griffon turned on me instantly, losing his friendly attitude about to lift up his own rifle when Bonesaw slapped his rifle down.

"Not his fault! It was all my doing!" Bonesaw said sticking up for me. Puffing her chest out as she prepared for herself to take the blame. It was her fault anyway. Don't understand why she was trying to be honorable about it.

"You fucked him!"

"Why does it matter to you?! We aren't dating anymore!" Bonesaw stomped her hoof.

I rolled my eyes looking around the new surroundings, finding it to be a new lab. It was a lot larger than the one I remember waking up in. The lab appeared to be more of a morgue with wall-like cabinets.

The room was poorly lit with several tables lined with bodies underneath a blank white sheet.

The bodies were far too large to be a pony or griffon. Curious, I got up much to Bonesaw's dismay.

The silhouette reminded me of a human as hope filled my chest I stumbled over to one of the tables reaching a hand out to the sheet wanting to tear it off and reveal it's hidden secrets.

"What do you think you're-" Bonesaw was caught off as I threw the sheet off to reveal something else.

My body stopped as I fell to my knees. It was not what I was expecting. Instead of a human corpse I was instead met with a giant lizard-like creature instead.

"W-what?" I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Not…"

"It's a dragon." Bonesaw cut in. "Dead, it's alright. It won't hurt us."

"Not human…" I was both relieved and disappointed. Which was better?

"Umm, no. You're the first of your kind. As far as I know anyway." Bonesaw hugged my leg. "And you're forgetting something." She told me pointedly. "I'm not letting go until you give it."

I looked down at her.

She looked up at me.

Reaching down I gave her the promised head scratch.

"Ahh, that's the stuff~" Bonesaw couldn't help but moan.

"You kidding me?!" Blaze exclaimed looking upset.

"What? He's so good at this…" Bonesaw nuzzled my leg affectionately, making the griffon jealous.

"We're not a thing." I told him flat out.

"Are you?!"

"No."

Blaze didn't know if I was telling the truth or not sizing me up.

"Why are you mad?" Bonesaw asked the griffon smugly. "Mad that I got myself a bad boy?"

"Bad boy? Are you dumb?" Blaze looked utterly confused, so was I.

I stopped scratching her head. Knowing this mare was trying to gaslight him into being jealous. I would not approve such deplorable behavior.

"Aww why'd you stop?" She looked up at me with disappointment.

"We have a job to do." I reminded her.

"But you're hurt!"

"I can stand. I can fight."

"What are you two after?" Blaze asked curiously.

Me and Bonesaw shared a look.

"Your boss." I told him flat out wanting to see his reaction.

"Sir Jäger?" He asked, confused.

"That's the one."

"Damn, well can I atleast turn you in for my pay?" Blaze asked.

"You trust him to pay you?" I raised a brow.

"He is my contractor. Bonesaw knows too."

I looked at Bonesaw glaring daggers at her. "You knew Jäger and didn't say anything?!"

The mare shrank, "You didn't ask…" she said in a tiny voice.

"I did!"

"Not me directly…" she tapped her hooves together meekly.

I pinched the bridge of my nose trying to wrap my head around this new found information. "Do I get anything out of you turning me in?"

"I get paid."

"So that's a no." I told him flatly.

"I'll give you a percentage!" Blaze cut in.

"How much?"

"8%" Blaze nodded.

"Too low I get 70%"

"What?! That's too much!" Blaze complained.

"I'd be sticking my neck out!" I reminded him.

"50%." He tries being generous.

But I was sticking to my guns. "I get 70% and that's final. No if ands or buts." I said not budging from my request. Staking my claim.

Finally the griffon relented. "Fine!"

"Good."

He went in for a shake.

I slapped his talon away. "Respect the deal." I told him. "No shakes."

I was surprised he wasn't upset that me and Bonesaw killed a number of his friends. I'd have to bring that up later that way it doesn't bite me in the ass later.