DEAD FUR 1: Stranded
A doberman pinscher named David finds himself stranded on a seemingly deserted island, only to find out that he isn't alone. He and three other survivors have been cast onto the island by a perverted billionaire psychopath, who has pitted their team of four against four other evenly-matched teams in a game of survival against a horde of zombies already scattered throughout their location. The catch? If one of them is bit, the only way to heal them is through intense sexual stimulation.
In this first episode, David finds a lynx girl named Faye and helps her escape a crowd of infected before making their way to an encampment nearby and meeting two others, a bear named Carl and a cheetah named Tasha. After filling him in on all the details, they decide to relocate to a more ideal area; however, that doesn't prevent one of them from getting bit. They don't know much yet about their circumstances, but they DO know there is only one way to heal a zombie bite...
DEAD FUR 1: STRANDED
What usually woke David up was his alarm clock, but this time it was the call of seagulls and the following sound of the calm ocean spray drenching the rocks nearby. The doberman pinscher opened his eyes, sand burying the lower half of his face as he lay prostrate on the beach. He slowly pushed himself up and wiped the sand from his jaw, looking around him at the palm trees and up at the bright blue cloudless sky.
No one else seemed to be in sight as he stood and stretched, his head pounding with intense pain as he weakly attempted to recover his memory of the night before. The last thing he could think of was sitting in his office, messing around on his computer during the closing minutes of the day. He brushed the sand from his white tee and long khakis, shaking some of it from his combat boots. His hand came up to grasp at his neck, but there was nothing there...dog tags were gone. Evidently, he had either been kidnapped or gotten seriously, SERIOUSLY wasted after work, although this didn't exactly feel like a hangover...more like recovering from a fight.
His vision blurred as his eyes came into focus, and he turned slowly to examine his surroundings. The fact that he wasn't dreaming seemed rather obvious, but the question remained in his mind: What the fuck was going on?
It wasn't long before a scream from nearby seized his attention and brought him to a state of alertness. Without thinking, he dashed in the direction he heard it, somewhere along the beach on the other end of the trees to his right. He jumped over several boulders and nearly slipped on a coconut, rounding the corner and spotting a female lynx about his age running and screaming. His eyebrow raised momentarily, but then he spotted the pursuing figures behind her.
They were all dressed in about the same, regular clothing one might find their neighbors wearing in the suburbs or a small town. And yet, the crowd running after the girl seemed a bit different...when they got close enough, he realized just HOW different. Their eyes were rolled back slightly into their heads, and blood dripped from their bottom jaws as they ran toward her full-speed with their arms outstretched, snarling as they foamed at the mouth. Never in his life did he think he would witness such an event, and yet it did nothing to slow his reaction time. He instinctively ran toward the girl and extended a hand. "Come with me!" he shouted.
She nearly doubled back at the sight of him, but upon his command realized that he was not one of "them." She quickly took his hand and they both ran off towards the trees, steering away from the crowd of what appeared to be civilians infected with rabies or some kind of similar virus. The pair dashed through the treeline as the crowd pursued them, mindlessly running after the stranded couple with an unparalleled thirst for blood and innards.
They soon neared a clearing that revealed a large cliff in front of them, a long and shaky wooden bridge closing the gap between the expanse as it wavered back and forth in the tropical breeze. It looked to be as old as the island itself, but that didn't stop two healthy survivors from seizing the chance to avoid certain death. "Christ...come on!" he shouted as they ran for it, the doberman running first to make sure it could handle both of their weight.
The two weren't able to run across it quite as fast as they might have liked, but survival was better than speed at this point. Of course, it became something of a different story when the rest of the crowd caught up to them and boarded the bridge behind them. Remarkably even in their state of mind, the pursuers were able to process the fact that a single-file motion was probably best, although they failed to evaluate just how weak the bridge was. The ropes shook the other two in front of them as they stepped across the planks, the old wood waving back and forth as they nearly fell off.
The chasm beneath them stretched for what seemed an eternity, fog hiding their view of the bottom as birds flew by underneath them. David could hear his heart pounding a mile a minute as they crossed, and he knew she was in no better condition. She screamed as she nearly fell off, but quickly grabbed his hand as he pulled her to the other side safely. With incredible speed she drew a switchblade and flicked it out, sawing through the ropes in desperation.
The infected had nearly crossed when she snapped through the third rope, one side of the bridge tipping and sending them falling to their death. A few of them were able to hang on, but she soon cut through the fourth and last cord, the entire bridge falling down and smacking audibly against the cliff wall on the other side of the expanse.
David turned to the lynx girl, both of them out of breath as the "zombies" on the other side of the cliff ran off to find the nearest alternative crossing. "So are you going to tell me what the fuck this is?" he said as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, his heartbeat pounding as it slowed down gradually.
"I'm Faye," said the lynx as she turned and walked off down the path. "And this is Roadkill Island."
Fire crackled in the pit as a large kodiak bear stirred the coals beneath it with a long fire poker, grunting as he turned the fish over one by one. Tents and supply bags sat nearby, the bear concentrating on his meal. "Fuckin' zombies...yeah, right. Try to scare me, bub, it ain't gonna work." The kodiak sniffed the cooking fish in the air, as well as the scent of two approaching figures. He stood on his guard as he grabbed his double-barrel sawed-off shotgun, facing Faye and David as they entered the campground. "Faye! Where the hell have you been? Me and Tasha have been looking all over for you! And who the fuck is this?"
"What the hell are you doing, Carl?!" shouted Faye as she ran forward and kicked the fire out, knocking the fish off the grill and into the hot coals. "Didn't you hear a word the guy said? The zombies can spot the smoke from a mile away, we have to get out of here!"
"That's bullshit," said Carl as he walked toward the fire. "There ain't no zombies. And look what you did to our food! Now it's gonna taste like crap..."
"Bullshit, huh?" said Faye as she wiped a strand of hair out of her eye, kicking out the last of the flames and turning to gather what little supplies they had. "Well, me and my new friend here just outran a whole score of the bastards back on the beach! Now grab your shit, we're moving further inward."
"Just a buncha fakes," said Carl, picking up the burnt fish and shaking his head. "If the guy had enough money to drop us all off on a remote island for entertainment, he's sure as hell got the kind of money to pay a bunch of extras..."
"They weren't extras," said David as he walked forward. "They chased us across an old bridge, and we cut it down and killed at least ten of them. The rest of them paid no attention and ran off to find another way around. If we don't move quick, they'll come after us, regardless of smoke signals." He stared the bear in the face with a stern look as he spoke. "I'm afraid what we're dealing with is the real thing. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to be in the loop as far as what the hell we're dealing with."
Carl snorted as he brushed the ashes off several fish. "Who the fuck is this guy?"
"He's the fourth member of our team," said Faye as she picked up a snub-nose revolver and handed it to David. "And this is his weapon."
David took it from her and examined the ammunition inside, spinning it before concealing it in the small of his back. "So how come I get the revolver and you get the switchblade?"
"It's part of the game," said Faye as she packed the rest of their open food in a sack and pulled it shut. "We were all dropped off on this island by some billionaire psychopath who wants to see if we can survive the natives. The natives, of course, being those things chasing us and whatever the hell they're infected with. Each of us gets one weapon, and if we use another person's weapon before they're dead, we get sniped on the spot by one of the aerial drones." She looked up at the sky as one of them flew over them, surveying their actions as well as the island around them.
"So, we've all been kidnapped and we need to survive," said David as he helped them gather their supplies. "What's the objective?"
Faye shot him a grim look as she began taking down one of the tents. "To outlast the other teams."
Chad reluctantly began helping them pack as they gathered their things together, slowly taking his tent apart as he spoke. "Four teams of four, each person has their own weapon. We break any of the rules, we get dropped on the spot. Outrun the zombies, and survive longer than the other teams, who have supposedly been placed at remote locations on the island." He finished rolling up his tent as he grabbed his bag of food. "We get bitten, we have only one hour to heal."
"And how do we do that?" said David as he picked up a box of .45 ammunition, stuffing it in the sack designated for him, his tent still packed inside the bag next to it.
"You might have noticed the bracelet secured to your left wrist," said Faye as she motioned to the glowing blue gem on David's arm. "When that goes out, that means you've been infected, and you're not fully healed until it's glowing brightly again and it isn't fading or blinking."
"That's good to know, but that still doesn't answer my question," said David, picking up his things. As the rest of them finished packing, a tall and slender cheetah femme walked into the clearing, flicking the shoulder-length hair out of her eyes as she adjusted the scoped rifle around her shoulder. David nearly pulled out his weapon before he realized she was just like them, uninfected and on their side.
"Well, what's the commotion all about?" she said as she walked toward her tent. "We're moving already, and you didn't tell me?"
"Zombies on the move," said Carl as he rolled his eyes. "These two seem pretty convinced we're dealing with the real thing."
"Well, I'm right with them," said the cheetah as she began packing her stuff as well. "Picked off a few from a distance after they chased after me. None of their friends seemed to care that much. Who's the new guy?" She shot him a teasingly seductive smile as she undid her tent.
"David," said the doberman as he gave her a nod in return. "I'm pretty new to this whole thing, so I'd appreciate any of you showing me the ropes."
The cheetah smirked as she began rolling up her tent, giving him a good view of her hourglass figure from behind. "Tasha. Not much to tell, really...kill them before they kill us. Conserve ammunition until we're convinced that the refill program is legit. And don't touch any of my fucking food..."
"Refill program?" said David with a cocked eyebrow.
"The psycho and his organization have promised to send us ammo on a weekly basis by hovercraft to our location. As far as food goes, however, the amount we've thus far been given needs to last us until we either learn to hunt or we're fucked."
"I'll take care o' that part," said Carl, adjusting the ammo belt around his shoulder and glancing down proudly at the shotgun shells filling it. "Nobody's gonna starve on this team. Well, at least, not until the zombies get me." He laughed as he picked up his gear and began walking up the hill. "So if my ass ain't covered, one o' y'all better cover it for me!"
"Just one thing left," said David as he picked up his stuff and the two females began carrying their things beside him. "If one of us is bit and the light goes out, how do we heal before the hour runs out and we die or turn into them, or whatever?"
Tasha grinned wickedly as she walked ahead of them toward Carl, the thick brush of the jungle concealing her lower half as her serpentine tail swished slowly behind her. "We fuck."
Moonlight cast its soft pale glow over the dock by the lake as Tasha set up the last tent, the four of them concealed in the shade of night as wild animals called through the air. "That should do it," said the cheetah as she threw her supplies inside her tent. "I've got a hunch these things hate water, and from what I saw on the way over here, they can't see jack in the dark. One of them ran into a tree without even spotting it. Night time gives us the advantage, as they seem to be either mostly asleep or too sluggish to hunt...I just hope the moon isn't this bright every night." She looked up at the orb in the sky as she sat on the dock next to the other three.
"What makes you think they hate water?" said Carl, trying not to laugh at her guess.
"Well, you've seen the way they behave around the ocean," said Tasha. "Or maybe you haven't. Even a little spray of water has them screaming and wiping off their own body, like they just got set on fire or something."
"We saw it," said Faye as she looked over at David. "We were running so fast trying to escape, but I was able to gather that they didn't care much for going near the edge of the water."
"We'll see if this is a good spot or not," said Carl as he wrinkled his nose. "I'm still not entirely convinced we oughta be camping anywhere on the ground."
"So what are you saying, Mister 'Let's-Light-A-Fucking-Fire-Right-Out-In-The-Open'?" said Tasha with light contempt. "We build a fucking treehouse or what?"
"Right now, you're thinkin' about the apple," said Carl metaphorically. "I'm thinkin' about apple pie. Ya dig?"
"Whatever we decide, let's make sure we hit every last detail," said David as he stood to walk towards the trees. "Letting anything slide leaves us all vulnerable to attack. We can't afford to let that happen, or all four of us might as well be fucked. There's power in numbers, and we'd better make those numbers count."
"So where are you off to?" said Carl. "I thought you said we gotta stick together or some lame shit!"
"You wanna hold my hand while I take a piss?" said David as he stepped off through the brush.
Not a moment after he had spoke, one of the infected leaped out in front of him and bit deep into his shoulder. David gasped as he fell back, the zombie roaring as it clawed at his chest, desperate for the goodies inside as blood gushed from the open wound.
David kicked the creature off of him, and it fell backward off the edge of the dock into the water as Faye ran over to the doberman. The infected one screeched as it thrashed around in the water, causing a great disturbance as it struggled to stay alive. Carl ran up to the edge and blew a large portion of its head off with a load of buckshot at a close range, its body sinking into the murky water as blood slowly dyed that area of the liquid's surface.
"Great," said Carl as he reloaded his weapon. "Now I can't fish OR swim in there!"
"Nothing a quick orgy can't fix," said Tasha with a wink.
Faye held up David's head as she examined the wound, careful not to touch any of the blood. Just like that, the light in David's bracelet went out, the doberman now infected with zombie blood from the wounds. Faye gasped as she stood, covering her mouth. "David...you're..."
The pinscher sat up and coughed as he looked at his bracelet, cracking a weak smile at the rest of them as he pulled out his revolver. "Well, I guess that's it then," he said as he pressed the barrel to his own temple. "See you guys on the other side..."
"Wait!" shouted Faye. "Let's at least see if it works...I mean, the healing."
"You're damn right," said Tasha. "Hell, I'd give it a shot."
"What do you mean?" said David, still holding the gun to his head. "How the fuck could that possibly make any sense? Once you're infected with this disease, all you gotta do is blow your load and everything's better all of a sudden? I don't understand why..." His eyes widened as Faye reached down the front of his khakis. He felt his cock stiffen slightly at her touch, and a faint glow began emanating from the center of the blue gem on his bracelet. He looked up at her as he slowly put the gun down, completely at a loss for words. "No way."
"We have to try," said Faye with a worried look, grabbing his hand as she helped him stand. "If this doesn't work, we've got enough firepower to take you down. But everything the voice has told us so far has been true...from the moment we woke up and found each other, we knew there was an angle to this whole game."
"Pretty fucked up game if you ask me," said David as he followed her to one of the tents. "And don't get me wrong, I've got nothing against getting at least one more lay in before I kick the old bucket. I just don't want any of you in danger..."
"We're all in danger as it is," said Faye, taking him into a tent and shooting the other two a dirty look before closing it. They took the hint and began circling around the edge of the lake, keeping their guns poised as they searched for any other infected that might have been traveling with the other one. Between the zombie's loud cries before its death and the loud boom of the shotgun soon after, one wouldn't doubt they might attract the attention of any of its nearby friends.
Faye slid on top of David inside the tent as she slipped off the doberman's pants slowly, admiring his shaft as it stiffened, taking off his boots before setting his trousers next to them. She slid her hands up his powerful legs before leaning down and gripping the sensitive flesh, the rod slowly increasing in size as her thin fingers wrapped around it and began stroking up and down.
David grunted as he leaned his head back, holding a bandage from the supply sack to his shoulder as she stimulated his length. A shudder ran down his spine as she teased him gently. She certainly was an attractive one, the feline purring as she looked up at him while licking from the base of his canine shaft to the tip. Finally it was hard enough, and she began stroking him off, kissing the sides of his veiny bulge as she teased it with her tongue.
A warm breath escaped her lips onto his balls as she sucked on them, the orbs rolling around on her tongue as she tasted the musk he had built up all day. She took it into her nostrils dreamily as she slowly slipped his entire cock in her mouth, beginning to bob her head up and down while she looked at him.
She certainly wasn't wasting any time in the healing process. His gem was already glowing half as intense as it had before, but somehow he just knew the mouth alone wouldn't do it, and she caught on quickly as she smacked her lips off the tip. "Don't worry," she said as she slid further up, undoing her jean shorts and pulling them down off her ankles before rubbing her panty-covered pussy against his boner lewdly. "I've had some practice before."
She slipped the white undergarments softly down her curved thighs before throwing them on top of the other clothing, spreading her legs and giving him a good look at her taint before she guided his prick into her tight pussyhole. He could feel the slick walls wrap around the length as she pressed herself down, riding him cowgirl-style as she leaned forward.
He didn't ask as he ran his hands up her shirt to play with her tits under her bra, the lynx leaning in for a wet kiss as their privates rubbed against one another. Slowly but surely, she was able to get the rest of his dick inside of her as she bounced up and down, her own pussy's juices running down her legs as she became excited.
She wouldn't lie, the experience was turning her on as well. She hadn't seen much action in her time, for as pretty as she was; she had always considered herself a moral girl, but secretly a pervert on the inside. Right now, the opportunity had rarely presented herself wherein she could be both, and she was doing so with no shame whatsoever.
David grunted as he felt his climax building. He hadn't fucked a pussy this tight since high school; the skill she had riding him the way she did was almost impossible, considering how "unskilled" she must have been. His fingers circled her nipples as he teased her tits, a feminine groan escaping her lips into his ear as she bit his neck hard.
His eyes widened as he gasped, precum leaking from the tip as he felt a warmth build from inside of his center. Normally he would hold it off for another good half hour or so, but this time was different; he needed to get healed as quickly as possible, and the light was almost all the way there. His face tightened as he grabbed her ass, slamming his canine dick deep into her feline pussy as her tail raised.
She moaned as she felt his hot cum spray inside of her, his male juices coating her walls as her pussy trembled. She grinned as his gem glowed to the fullest, and this time it stayed as bright as it had been, David fully healed as far as the orb on his wrist had implied.
The lynx slowly lifted herself off of him, cleaning off his juice with her panties before putting them back on, glancing down at David's soaked cock as he sat there on the tent floor. "I sure hope that did the trick," she said with a wink.
"Wait," said David as he sat up, out of breath from the orgasm. "What about you?"
"Maybe some other time," said Faye with a grin as she finished dressing, turning back to him at the edge of the tent. "Normally I'd say yes, but right now we need to stay on the alert." Her tail swished behind her as she blew a kiss. "I hope the next time, we can enjoy each other on different terms." With that, she walked out and left him exhausted inside.
With that, the doberman collapsed backwards and dozed off. In his mind, it may have been the last time he would ever see the light of day; and yet, he wasn't so troubled by it.