Dragon Dusk

Day 5 After Outbreak

The infected have been stopped from advancing any further, it cost a great many lives but no zombies are getting through into these parts of town now. Fana, a tall blue dragoness, looks on at the mighty barricades erected to stop the hoards outside and sighs to herself. I need to find out who did this.

She climbs up the wall, years of training making her body strong and flexible, she uses uneven wood and metal used in the construction to make her way up to the top. She perches herself down once there and hisses as she sees a sizable hoard still milling around just outside the makeshift gates. The sun is about to set, darkness creeping in and swallowing up the light. So Fana affixes her flashlights onto her backpack's straps, it is heat and movement the zombies are attracted to so at the very least she can keep her own senses working.

Spreading her wings out, the blue reptile jumps into the air and flies over the undead bodies teeming down below. Fana glides down just past them and hits the ground running, heart thumping in her chest, deep breaths, gotta keep moving. The zombies are more interested in the barricade still, they remain behind, Fana slows down and catches her breath.

Looking around the streets are deserted, newspapers litter the roads and posters are peeling away from the walls, all of them warning about the infection. Someone had released a bio-weapon a minimum of five days back, it spread like wild fire, consuming whole villages, towns, cities, landmasses. Eventually those not infected organised and have begun fighting back, but the damage has already been done, over a billion are thought dead worldwide and a good three billion or more infected.

The dragoness takes out a small device, it acts as a satellite phone as well as GPS amongst other things, think of it as a smartphone on performance enhancing drugs. She navigates through its menus and takes a look how far it is to her destination: YunGi, a medical research company. Those whom Fana works for believe that YunGi have something to do with this nightmare, and it is her job to find out exactly what. At the edges of the city there is a major YunGi facility, now abandoned of course; there is supposed to be a large amount of data there still concerning their research. If Fana can get there without becoming zombie snacks, she might have a chance of recovering any shameful secrets YunGi have.

It is pitch black now, the sun has gone down and cloud coverage keeps the stars and moon from shining on down. Suddenly a hand is on Fana's shoulder, low demonic sounding moaning and the occasional growl tell her exactly what has happened. The blue dragoness spins around quickly, the claws from that hand grasping at empty air. Her flashlights shine onto a small pack of zombie canines; it is amazing how quiet the infected can be at times. But Fana is not going to let them get the best of her, she takes out her short sword and a Smith & Wesson Model 500.

With a single blast, blood, flesh, bone and brain matter fly into the air; one down, six more to go. A shuffling timber wolf takes a swipe at Fana, she ducks, swings, slices clean through its legs and the zombie falls. Then the dragoness squeezes off another shot, bracing for the recoil whilst the .500 magnum shell tears through the guts of another lupine. Only four wild dogs left now.

Crouching low with the flashlights on her strap lighting up her targets, Fana takes her time and aims carefully. First muzzle-flash, headshot, second muzzle-flash, headshot, third muzzle-flash, headshot, but then something grabs onto her wings. Shit, where did he come from? No time to think, just act, she still has her blade, she stabs at the zombie's neck. Blood sprays everywhere, but it dies with a whimper and there is just enough time for Fana to turn around, throw her sword and it is over.

The last canid zombie drops to its knees, the short sword sticking out of its forehead as blood dribbles down over its tattered clothes. Fana retrieves her sword and reloads her trusty firearm with new shells. No more delaying, time to go.

***

YunGi Research Facility, City Outskirts

The YunGi facility is not exactly the most secretive of places, the outline of its buildings are clear even in the blackness of this night. Emergency lightning keeps the guard posts lit, looks like the generators are still active. No sign of zombies, but still the dragoness approaches with caution, her weapons drawn and ready.

At the front of the entrance to the facility the security gate is ajar, no one stayed behind to lock up then. She slips inside and quickly sprints across the open road and parking lot to reach the guard post just at the main building's doors. Still sat in his seat is the deceased guard, on his name tag it says Bob, poor Bob. Fana pushes the non-zombified dog out of his last resting place and looks around for any keys or security cards. She manages to pilfer what might be janitor keys and takes Bob's name-tag since it might serve as a keycard.

Fana pushes through the revolving doors to enter into the main waiting area of the facility. This is all just for show of course. Her flashlights shine across the disorderly reception desk, everything there is dead, only emergency lighting is still going. Dead bodies are everywhere, but it is hard to tell if they were zombies of not. There must be a central server however, something that will also have backup power and a whole lot more. If the intelligence Fana and her people have is right then the data in this facility might help them create an antidote for the zombie infection.

What was that? Something moved, something fast, too fast to be a zombie or at least not a normal zombie. The dragoness takes out a pair of goggles from her pack, nightvision is always best in close confines. Nothing there now, could have swore I saw something though.

Whilst checking each corner carefully Fana begins to search through the facility's dimly lit cold corridors. It takes some time but eventually she finds a locked door, a very important looking locked door. Opening her pack again the dragoness takes out two shaped explosive charges, designed to make short work of these kinds of obstructions. She sets the timers on them and steps back quickly, hand on her gun ready to draw if anything jumps out.

With a sharp bang the hinges on the door are destroyed and it falls forwards into the room beyond. Once everything has settled Fana steps forward slowly and enters whilst checking her corners. Unfortunately for the dragoness someone was indeed waiting, a fist comes flying into her face and she is knocked back, her goggles flying off and everything becoming black. Fana struggles to draw her weapons but she is easily disarmed by her assailant and soon she is knocked out cold. When she awakes her hands and feet are tied together: trapped.

Lights come back on in the room and still-functioning servers whir away, but of greater interest is the tall red dragon kitted out with more ammunition than an entire company of soldiers. He looks grizzled, definitely seen a lot of combat, a veteran mercenary probably. Fana growls and tries to move her wings but they have been tied up too. He smiles down at her and starts to look through her gear.

"Who the fuck are you?"

He holds up a hand and tells her to be quiet, he goes through everything she has: guns, ammunition, blades, trackers, explosives, assorted climbing equipment and the inventory goes on. Once he is done riffling through her pack he turns to her and kneels down just inches away giving her a good look over, his eyes assessing not just her abilities but also her figure and more personal "assets."

"Well what do we have here then? What's a purdy little lady like you doing breaking into a high tech facility like this?" His grin is sickening, it makes Fana want to spit.

"First of all jerk I am NOT a little lady, I'm an agent for certain people you really don't want to piss off. Second I'm here officially to find a cure for the zombie infection and hindering me is not a good idea."

"You have spirit dontcha?" he laughs "I'm Wulsiter babe." he grins and acts as if she should be impressed. "I've already heard the rumours about this cure and need that data here too but I don't have a computer geek or the right equipment on hand; so I need yours to get what I need.. I'm going to set you free but I want you to help me get what I want okay?"

"And what will you do with it hmm?"

"Sell it, only thing any sane businessman can do in this kind of a mess. Unfortunately I lost my team so I really need your help on this beautiful, so waddya say?" He grins and strokes her cheek.

"Fine... untie me."

Fana growls as he unties her; then with a gun to her back he walks the dragoness over to the server unit in the center of the mess of wires. He gives her the PDA-like device and she finds a port to plug it into, entering the right codes she set it up to start downloading the files. But just when she is done setting it up the dragoness spins around and knocks the gun out of his hand. She follows up by throwing a quick one two punch but he blocks her and beats his strong wings knocking her off balance with a strong gust of air.

Wulsiter grabs her throat and squeezes tight with his claws starving Fana of air, hoping that she will pass out soon. Unfortunately for the red dragon however this girl does not go down without a fight. Fuck! Goddammit that hurt! He keels over, cradling his crotch as Fana bruised them quite brutally with her knee. The dragoness quickly dashes across the room to grab her trusty 500 and aims right at the other drake's head.

"Now behave or I'll end all of this with a bang."

"Bitch!" Wulsiter grunts but stands up a little shakily and holds his hands up in surrender.

However something is at the door. The noise must have attracted them. Fana shoots, five zombies go down, blood splattering over the metal floor. But then Wulsiter grabs her from behind locking her in his powerful arms whilst the last round in her gun misses and hits the wall. The dragoness brings her elbow back sharply and it contacts with the red's stomach winding him and loosening the grip.

Two begin unarmed hand-to-claw combat, whilst the zombies pour in homing in on the two dragons. Wulsiter manages to land a blow likewise into her stomach, knocking her diaphragm our of sync and then follows it up by smacking her ass whilst stepping to avoid a counterblow. Fana roars at him and attacks with a ferocity that succeeds in cutting his cheek, the red roars back as blood drips down his chin.

"HOW DARE YOU!" He lunges at her and carries her into the amassing zombies, knocking them over like bowling pins. The fight goes on for awhile longer, bruises and cuts quickly accumulating on both drakes before yet something else enters the room. A hailstorm of bullets slaughters all of the weaker zombies and both Fana and Wulsiter turn to see a squad of soldiers dressed in black stood in the doorway.

The symbols on their uniforms are easy to recognise: YunGi, they have come back to reclaim their property. No wait, that's not it, they came at this specific time. Either I tripped an alarm or...

One of the soldiers removes his helmet revealing the weary face of a veteran alpha wolf, one of his eyes looks botched but he does not wear any eye-patch.

"We've been expecting you miss, you will stop your squabbling and come with us. We would much rather take you alive and not let your talents go to waste." The dragons let go of each other and Fana steps forward to address the alpha.

"Go with you? But I'm here covertly to try and find a cure from your company records. How the hell did you know anyone was going to be at this ghost building?"

"Come now Miss. Fana, it was a trap. We knew your people would send you, we just needed to wait. I'm afraid the information you are looking for just doesn't exist."

Wulsiter listens to all of this and very quickly feels enraged at the utter disregard for his presence. He was here first, he had to clear out all of those zombies that were here before the blue bitch arrived. The red reaches around and takes out a concealed knife he keeps for real emergencies like this, the sharp tip ready for action.

"Just say when and I'll gut them." He whispers to Fana and she makes note of a shotgun Wulsiter was carrying that is on the floor now. It better be loaded.

"Now!"

The knife is thrown, but its target is not any soldier but is of all things the light switch. Everything goes dark just Fana starts sliding across the floor and grabs the shotgun. The soldiers panic and fire into the black, their gunfire makes it easy to mark them and return fire. Fana does not stop firing until she is sure everything is dead. Then Wulsiter turns the lights on again and grabs the rest of his gear, letting the dragoness get up on her own.

"Nice shot babe, but I'll be wanting that back now. Don't worry, there's no point in fighting over something that don't exist."

But the fight is far from over. A loud booming sound comes from the other end of the room, from a metal wall behind a small mass of servers. Something big, something nasty is behind there. Fana picks up her own gear again, reloading her 500 and taking out a couple more blades. Wulsiter reloads his shotgun and takes out his trusty .50 BMG Barrett M82CQ carbine rifle.

Sparks, debris and dust go flying everywhere as the wall finally gives way and out of the mess steps out something tall, wide, and built like a tank. It is a green dragon, but not any normal dragon, this one looks very wrong. Muscles bulge out unnaturally, its eyes glow an unnatural colour and there seems to be something other than blood pumping through its visible veins. It is clearly infected, some sort of super zombie, probably manmade.

"Holy fuck! What was this?" Fana's jaw is agape, not at all believing the monstrosity towering over everything else at the other end of the room.

"Don't worry your pretty little head, whatever it is I'm gonna kill it." Wulsiter lights up a cigar and chomps down on it before gripping both his guns and putting on his game face.

The monster charges, razor sharp claws tearing up the metal floor as it grips it for traction. Wulsiter is taken aback by how fast the beast is, knocking him back before he can get a good shot off with his cigar going flying too. Fana is on her toes however and leaps into the air avoiding the zombie before sinking her claws into the ceiling and hanging there. Looking down the dragoness takes aim and fires as best she can at the beast's head but that only pisses it off.

Big, green and ugly roars unnaturally loud and looks up swiping its unwieldy claws at Fana. She dodges best she can, moving around and hooking her claws back into the ceiling each time, reloading and trying to take out the beast's eyes. She manages to shoot one out and sickeningly dark blood sprays out of the empty socket.

But now Wulsiter has recovered, his guns at the ready. He leaps up and makes note of what Fana is doing, using his large black claws he climbs up the super zombie's back. Once at the top he aims square for the back of its skull and fires at point blank. Buckshot and .50 cal rounds hammer into thick flesh and dense skull, the monster screams in pain but is still alive.

A horrible loud snapping sound can be heard as the zombie dragon's tail splits into multiple sections, they come up fast slamming into Wulsiter and throwing him off before then swiping at Fana too. Both drakes are forced to retreat, running side by side they head for the exit and the monster pursues. However there is one chance left, Fana takes two explosives from her belt, but they are not grenades they are only designed for blasting doors.

"Give them to me!" Wulsiter snarls and grabs them out of her hand, turning back he runs head on to the zombie.

The dragoness screams for him to stop but his mind is set to do what he has to do. So the only thing left for Fana to do is give as best covering fire as she can. Her gunfire manages to take out a couple of the tails but the monster seems focused on just charging forward towards Wulsiter. Its bulky body smashes through everything in its way, everything from circuit boards to cabinets go flying into the air.

Wulsiter meets the zombie head on just as it forces its way through the doorway that is too small for it. He leaps into the air, wings spread out to stabilise as much as possible. The beast rages and screams at him, trying to swipe him out of the air, but misses. Then finally Wulsiter plants the explosives on the monster's head and glides over it dodging the mutated freak completely.

"SHOOT THEM!" He yells at Fana as his feet meet the ground just behind the super zombie.

The dragoness takes aim, breathes to steady and then takes the shot. Bulls-eye. Skull, blood and assorted fleshy matter explodes as the monster loses its head quite literally and collapses. Its hulking body scrapes against the floor as it slowly loses momentum and comes to a stop just in front of Fana, her hands sweaty around the gun and breathing shallow.

It is finally over, but she hits it with her foot just to be sure. Groaning down the end of the corridor is Wulsiter, the arrogant red shaking his head as the blast was awfully close to his own ears. Fana runs over to check that he is not hurt and he smiles looking up at her as she wipes the blood off his face.

"You know, you could turn on alright if you weren't covered in gore." She offers a hand helping him up.

"Thanks, you might be alright yourself if I could see you naked." Fana lets go at that point letting him fall back down on his offensive ass. But then she laughs and helps him back up anyway.

***

Two hours later at the Black Rogue

After fighting their way through a few disorganised zombies the two finally make their way to the Black Rogue. The owner of the establishment knows Fana and appreciates her helping to keep the zombies out so there is always a free room and food for her. Graciously the owner also allows Wulsiter to have one meal on the house despite his bad attitude, if only because Fana says so and the red drake is still recovering from his ordeal.

"Ouch, fuck that thing was fast."

"Still sore from being knocked back like a rookie?" Fana jokes with him across the table they are sat at.

"Shut up." Wulsiter grumbles and eats what he thinks is meat soup.

After eating Fana is given a room but there is nothing left for the red, but from the kindness of her heart the dragoness allows him to sleep in her room, but not in the same bed. First however she needs a shower, on the positive side of things the room she is given is a full suite left over from the end of the civilised world and there is a adjoining shower room.

The dragoness slips off her clothes piece by piece, hanging her gun belt along with her jacket and pants on the clothes hooks screwed into the door. She sighs to herself as sweat and dirt is still clinging to her scales. Turning on the shower noise and steam fills the room but as she starts to step into the basin she misses something.

"Mind if I join babe?" I should have known.

"I thought I told you to stay out!" Fana grabs the shower curtain and pulls it over her alluring form, it does little to conceal her ample chest cushions or pert butt.

"Come on, I need to shower too and it would be inefficient with the water to go one at a time." The red has already stripped down to his undies and despite her repulsion to his attitude, Fana cannot deny that he has a remarkably handsome build even with the battle scars.

He pulls his boxers off and steps into the shower with her and; the dragoness lets go of the curtain as it falls away sliding free from her body. Wulsiter growls low and wraps his tail around her pulling her closer, his arms wrap around her body and he strokes her back. The blue dragoness has surprisingly soft skin, even as the dirt washes off under the hot water Wulsiter's hands wander down over her juicy rear. She gasps as he squeezes at it, grinning down at her as she blushes and rubs under his chin sighing to herself. It's been too long.

Then the red drake drops to his knees in the shower, letting his face slide down between the woman's voluptuous breasts. His face now level with the female's most precious of prizes, he slips his long serpentine tongue over her clitoris and the dragoness shudders. Fana grabs his horns and pulls him closer, Wulsiter's nose nestling between her pussy lips as sweet nectar starts to collect. If he could talk in this position Wulsiter might make a demeaning joke but he is too busy pleasing the woman before him, lashing out with tongue again and again he teases and explores her in ways almost forgotten.

With a little skill Wulsiter finds the places which really excite the dragoness, each time he runs his long tongue over them she shudders and grips his horns tighter. The feminine juices are flowing faster now, pouring over his snout the drake not only has his olfactory senses assaulted but has to drink them down quickly. Even with hot water raining down on both reptiles the smell and heat of sex is easily felt, their bodies becoming accustomed to one another.

Once Wulsiter believes he has teased Fana's sweet tender pussy enough he stands back up after giving her ass a firm squeeze and moves his hands to rub her big, round, supple yet firm breasts. Fana is blushing still but is eager to return the favour, her hand glides over to the male's crotch where it finds his rapidly hardening shaft. Slender fingers grasp the meat and Wulsiter tenses up before smiling back to the dragoness. He leans in to softly bite on her neck whilst she starts to rub and caress his dragon pride.

The female slips down, letting her hands run over the drake's muscular chest and abs before she nuzzles into his crotch. Her long and flexible tongue wraps around his rod squeezing it lightly. Then Fana brings her cleavage to bear, squeezing both soft scaly orbs around Wulsiter's member, making the dragon moan and mumble lewd things down at her. Gripping his phallus between the warm scaly cushions Fana moves them up and down slowly, both the water and juices helping to lubricate the motion as Wulsiter grabs her horns this time.

"Ooh yeah, just like that baby."

Fana wraps her lips around the head and slides down, working carefully over each inch. The tongue especially drives Wulsiter into another world as she uses it to tease and caress the glans and ridges. Eventually her breasts give way as she takes the entire length into her mouth and throat, swallowing down hard to squeeze it more; with her hands she gropes the weighted balls, rolling them around slowly and delicately.

After she believes he has been teased enough, Fana pulls away and stands back up. Wulsiter growls in annoyance but the dragoness spins around, whipping her tail up and shaking that perk blue butt at him. Her scent is strong and it is not long before the red has his throbbing malehood poised to strike deep at the quivering juicy lips of the woman's tight snatch.

"Oh baby, you're so beautiful." He flirts with her still, hands all over her smooth arms and large breasts, squeezing and groping appropriately.

"Shut up and just fuck me!" She growls and pushes against him, her vaginal lips rubbing along the other dragon's hard staff.

Wulsiter grips her hips tight, claws sinking in and hooking into the blue scales. Then with a loud roar the red claims his mate, driving as much of his pride as possible in one powerful thrust. Fana's juicy folds welcome and then squeeze tightly around his meat, stimulating it from every possible angle. The dragoness cries out with a loud moan, her tits becoming hard as her arousal fast reaches its peak. Internal muscles tense up and contract locking Wulsiter's cock inside the woman, her first orgasm pouring juices over him which run down their legs.

They fuck wildly, Fana pushed up against the wall, her breasts squeezed up close. Her moans and orgasmic cries drive the red drake mad with lust, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, deeper. Exploring every part of the female's body, he growls and uses her body as much as he can; spinning Fana around he flits her off the ground with his hands firmly gripping her plump buttocks, letting her slide up and down impaling herself on his rod every time.

Intense love making goes on until the grand finale approaches fast, the male's body tensing up, the dragoness responds by holding onto him tightly. Her pussy clenches hard, locking him inside as his knot just manages to pop inside, stretching her out as much as possible. Tears stream from Fana's eyes, but she focuses enough to steal a passionate kiss from Wulsiter; as their lips lock and tongues meet both reptiles orgasm with the combined strength of body, mind and soul.

Even as the red drake's loins empty themselves, the white hot seed spills out and is washed away in the shower. They maintain their embrace for as long as the moment last and then slowly let go of one another, the male's knot quickly softens and slips free from Fana where both male and female juices drain away. Both are catching their breath, but the dragoness looks up to kiss her male again; he has nothing smart to say back, he just smiles and holds her close.

The two spend the rest of their evening together, there is little conversation but there is a lot of emotion in the room. During the hardest times, people need to find comfort and love in any they can. They may not remain close for long, but they will both take as much enjoyment out of their situation as they can; and for now, they rest to fight another day.