[ USA : ALASKA // 2027 : September // Evening ]

Today's a fairly normal day. The sun's starting to set, casting long shadows down the streets of the abandoned city, it's light half-blocked by the clouds as the first bits of snow start to fall from the sky. It's just a little bit of snow now, but by November it'll be several feet thick. Still, the cold is better than the heatwaves of summer. You glace around, alert, listening and looking for any signs of danger, raiders, zombies and the like, but don't hear much. That's fairly short lived though, as after a few moments, the sounds of a fight echo into your lonely camp. Gunshots, somewhere in the city, nearby. Is it worth investigating?

With a sigh and careful steps, you follow the sounds of gunfire deeper into the abandoned city, making sure to keep your trusty axe close at hand just in case you run into any trouble along the way. The wind picks up, howling through the ruined buildings, sending snowflakes spinning in all directions as you walk down an alleyway that opens onto a larger street. There, around the corner, is the source of the commotion: A small group of survivors is surrounded by what appear to be engineers, their robotic servants attacking with gleeful abandon while the humans and furkin run for cover behind whatever they can find. The engineers seem to have overwhelmed them; there's at least ten of them.

The engineers are too busy with their slaughter to notice you; a lucky break, for now. From your vantage point in the shadows, you can make out one of the survivors leading the group, though you don't recognize them. They appear to be rallying what's left of their forces. Do you:

1. Wait and see if anyone else decides to intervene, or if more survivors arrive on the scene to help fight back against the Engineers?

You wait in the shadows, tensing as a stray snowflake falls on your back, making you jump before realization hits that it's just the wind. The engineers seem to have the upper hand at the moment, but their numbers could be dwindling as survivors continue to arrive from all corners of the city, weapons in hand, ready for battle. If things turn around, would you choose to join them, or remain hidden and observe further?

Fair enough. You continue to watch as more survivors pour into the street, taking up positions behind whatever cover they can find. The engineers grow restless, realizing that their advantage is slowly slipping away. It's at this moment that you see a young female furkin make a break for it, darting past the engineers and hiding behind one of the larger pieces of rubble. Her long tail swishes back and forth nervously as she watches the battle unfold with wide, frightened eyes. You could either:

Keeping an eye on the battle and the furkin girl behind cover at the same time, you consider your options. Doing nothing would be safest for now; remaining hidden allows you to live another day, unnoticed and away from danger. However, there's something about this particular girl... she seems different somehow. Maybe it's just her innocent expression or how desperately she tries not to draw attention, but whatever it is, it makes you feel protective. Would you intervene on her behalf, or remain hidden and hope that she manages to avoid being spotted by the engineers?

As the battle continues to rage between survivors and engineers, you decide that now is as good a time as any to act on your newfound desire to "help" the female furkin hiding behind cover. You carefully maneuver through the maze of debris littering the street until you're directly in front of her makeshift shelter, close enough for a quiet conversation but still far enough away that she wouldn't notice you unless she was looking straight at you. Clearing your throat softly, you say in a low whisper, "Hey there... you need some help?"

The female furkin jerks her head in your direction, eyes wide with surprise and relief at the sound of another survivor's voice. She peers warily out from behind her cover as you speak, body tensing slightly before she seems to relax a bit. "Who... who are you?" she whispers back, her voice quavering just a little.

You decide not to give your name, lest it put the girl in even more danger; after all, she's likely been through enough already. "Look kid," you say instead, trying for a reassuring tone, "I'm just here to help you get out of this alive, if you want me to."

The furkin hesitates for a moment longer before finally nodding. "Thank... thank you," she whispers hoarsely, still watching you warily.

Nodding in understanding, you motion for the female furkin to follow you as you slip back into the shadows, keeping close to cover and moving silently through the snow-covered debris. Your heart races with fear that one of the engineers might spot you or her, but so far, fortune is on your side. As you near the edge of the battleground, you turn to the furkin and ask softly, "What's your name, kid?"

She hesitates a moment before responding, eyes darting back towards the fighting as if afraid that speaking too loudly might draw attention. "Name's Lily," she whispers finally.

Nodding understandingly at her apprehension, you glance back towards the battle once more, then motion for Lily to follow you further into cover before saying, "Alright, Lily. I'm going to need you to stay close and be quiet from here on out. There should be a safe place not too far from here where we can hole up until things die down."

Lily nods tightly, biting her lower lip as she does so. "Okay... where?" she whispers tentatively, trusting you to lead the way safely through this dangerous world. Her body is tense and ready for flight, eyes constantly scanning their surroundings in case something or someone poses a threat.

The battle rages on behind you as you lead Lily deeper into the city, eventually reaching a small abandoned building that should provide enough cover to hide out in until things quiet down. The snow continues to fall silently around you, dusting your clothes and hair with every step, making everything feel eerily serene despite the violence going on just blocks away. You motion for Lily to crouch behind some broken furniture inside the building while you take up a position by the window, keeping watch for any engineers or other survivors that might come looking for them. The question now is: what do you want to do

Lily follows you silently through the snowy streets, her ears perked up and alert as she listens for any sounds of pursuit. Despite her fear, she can't help but feel a sense of relief at being away from the battle for now. As you approach your hidden camp, Lily peeks out cautiously from behind cover, her eyes widening when she sees the makeshift dog shelter in front of her.

"W-what's this place?" she whispers worriedly, her voice barely audible over the soft hissing of snowflakes landing on the ground around them.

You smile menacingly at Lily, revealing your sharp fangs as you answer with a chuckle, "Why, this is where I've been planning to keep my little pet for a while now."

"Well then," you grin menacingly, revealing your sharp fangs as you tighten your grip on the axe at Lily's throat, "it seems we've got an interesting new guest for my collection." You thrust her forward, shoving the trembling female furkin toward the makeshift dog shelter and grinning evilly when she lets out a frightened whimper. "Come on, girl," you growl, pushing her through the entrance of your lair. "Time to get acquainted with your new home."

You push Lily roughly into the center of your makeshift dog shelter, glancing around at all the cages and drugs scattered about before turning your attention back to her. She's trembling violently now, eyes darting around the small room as if searching for a way out, but there's no escape here; you own this place, and she is now your property. With a satisfied chuckle, you slowly lower the axe from where it was held at her throat.

"Now then, Lily," you say menacingly, stepping closer to her until you're barely a foot away, "it's time for you to understand your place in my little... family." You reach out with your free hand and roughly grab one of her breasts, squeezing it hard enough to cause pain. Lily yelps and tries to pull away, but there's nowhere for her to go

Ignoring her struggles and muffled cries of protest, you roughly push Lily over a nearby table in the center of the room. Her body hits the hard surface with a thud, and she lets out a pained grunt as the air is forced from her lungs. With an evil glint in your eye, you lean in close to her face, breathing heavily onto her ear before whispering menacingly, "This is going to be fun."

Then, without another word, you slam your hand down on the table next to Lily's head, forcing her body down against its surface. Her struggling begins anew as she tries desperately to free herself from beneath you, but it only serves to excite you further. With a cruel smile curling at the corners of your mouth, you lean in closer still and whisper into her ear once more, "You're mine now, Lily... and I will enjoy every

You grasp Lily by the hips and pull down her pants roughly, revealing her pale, trembling buttocks to you. The fur brushes against your sensitive skin as she tries to twist away, moaning in fear. Her tight entrance is only inches from your throbbing cock now, and with a satisfied growl, you force the head of your shaft through her puckered sphincter.

Lily's body arches in shock and pain as you begin to fill her, stretching her unprepared anus wider than it's ever been before. She screams out in agony, tears streaming down her face as she struggles futilely against your grip. Her body is so tight that every thrust causes you both a measure of pain, but the sensation only serves to further excite you. With each thrust, Lily's body is claimed more thoroughly by yours, her

The female furkin beneath you writhes and screams as your cock violates her tight ass, her body trembling with pain and revulsion. Her moans of agony are barely audible over the pounding of your heart in your ears, but they only serve to fuel your lust, driving you deeper into her. You grasp her hair roughly and yank back her head, forcing her to meet your eyes as you continue to brutally claim what's left of her virginity.

With each thrust, the table beneath them creaks ominously, warning that soon it might give way entirely under the weight of your rough lovemaking. The smell of sweat and fear fills the small room, mixing with the sharp tang of sex to create a cloying atmosphere that only serves to heighten your senses. You ignore the growing feeling that this might be going too far, too fast; all you can focus on is the