Across the flat dirt wasteland, littered sparsely with the remains of buildings and other reminders of the old world, a masculine leonid shape caring a feminine body over his shoulder jumps from cover to cover, trying to reach its camp.
Looking closely, the figure seems to be some kind of lion man. Rugged and hardy from his long time in the wastes. And over his shoulder was a damsal in distress. A beautyfully curvaceous vixen that was oddly lacking in the mammory department...
But no mattered. The girl struggles ineffectually in his powerful arms and says “he’s not going to let you get away with this!”
“That bastard wolf took and bedded my entire pride, it’s only right that I steal his”
“Maybe that wouldn’t have been a problem if you could actually satisfy your pride” the fox said snarkally.
That hit a nerve and the lion cringed a bit and growled back “Oh yah!? I’ll show you JUST how much I can satisfy my females in bed”
The lion roughly threw the pretty little vixen to the ground and tries to lift up the slutty scapula that accentuate her figure while protecting her decency. “No, no, please!” Trying to hold down the flap of cloth, But the lion easily over powered her. Expecting to see a pritty little slit, the feline was emenlsly confused when all he could find was a cute little dick and tiny balls. She, or I guess now HE blushed as his little secret got out.
“What foul sourcery is this? A man that is a women, how disgraceful! You are even more pathetic than I thought. And you were even weaker than MY females. I woundet how one could handle such lack of honor”
Ty would be lying if this deamening and objectification wasn’t turning him the hell on. But before the Lion could do anything, wether it was hurling more insults or to take him as his women. Both of them heard a reverberating ominous growling from all around them. Ty smirk a bit as he knew his hero had come to save this damsel.
The lion immediately stopped his molestation and picked up his creed one handed club, getting into a fighting position. He heard a shifting behind him and quickly turned around. Nothing.... he then swore he saw a glint from some preditory eyes. But then it was gone.
As quickly as he moved to meet these eyes a blurred black shape of sinew and muscle came charging in with a massive two handed axe and swung right for the head in a firey rage. The lion just barely escaped a mortal blow by instinctively side steeping, but still received a nasty gash to the left arm. Just as quickly as the lupine shape came, it started back behind cover. At this point the Lion was paranoid and scared shitless. Twitching back and forth “w-where are you coward, s-show yourself!” And with that, Dustin the big wolf, covered in scars and hardened by the wasteland, sauntered forth at a disconcertingly slow and deliberate pace. Trailing behind that giant two handed axe, easily weighing 100 pounds, and gleaming with the blood of his enemies. In the lion’s twitchy state, this direct approach was more discombobulating than the previous tactics. So much so it was all he could do to simply hold his modestly hefty club up in a defensive position.
However as Dustin sauntered into range, he simply raised the wicked tool with two paws, and with one swift and practiced stroke, he cleanly cut through the Lion’s club and left a debilitating gash across his chest. In an instant it was all over. The lion fell back gushing blood, and Ty, from the ground, looked up at his stoic hero and master with reverence.