Ashley - Volcaldera Ashfall

You've got no clue how you have gotten to this place. The music is lame and the beer tastes of piss, but still it keeps that pleasant buzz going.

You think this party is hosted by some jock from your college, James? Or was it Jimmy.. Who cares, this place reeks of vomit, weed and cheap malt liquor, you seriously need to stop going to these frat parties.

This guy even had the nerve to hire some dancers, saurian ones.. It's not really that you hate them but something about their deadly teeth and claws make them not really tick for you. You find a couch that's not too dirty and sit down, some saurian dancer is dancing before, she is some feathery type, she is flashing her feathers, sharp teeth and claws like she is pround of them. She thinks she is being seductive with her smile but...

"Do you wanna to go to hell with me~?"

What does she mean by that? She's coming closer to me, still grinning.

The thing ignores the slight shake of your head, instead starting her alien mating dance that means nothing to me.

Her razor sharp claws and teeth flash in the light as they pass inches from the soft skin of my arms and face.

It's the swivel of an electric saw, intended to be erotic.

Just don't respond, she will catch on.

"Dude come on, you a fag or something?"

Some people you know bump you with their elbow, joking about you being homo, you ignore it.

Just as you're about to get up and look for some other place to sit, you see into her for a moment.

and she sees you..

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It was only a second or two but it seemed much longer. Her eyes are red, wide open unlike the stoners, but her pupils are constricted. They were like little black pins in a sea of green. Despite that she looks unfocused, half asleep even.

Opiates

She probably doesn't even realize where she is or what she is doing with herself.

What a shame.

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She shifts away and moves onto your neighbor.. time to pick up some grub, you need it. Strolling towards the kitchen you open the fridge, hoping for some miracle that isn't beer and vodka.

THUMP

Some bottles shuffle after that and you turn your head to see what is all the comotion about.

"The fuck happened?! She just collapsed?" Asks someone from the crowd of stagnant assholes.

It's the girl that danced on the table. She is laying on the floor, you can't hear her breathing but her chest rises and falls with depth..idle, eyes nearly rolling back into her skull. That's bad.

Seeing some moron filming the whole thing you shout for him to call an ambulance to which the host roars.

"Not here! We'll get caught, take her to a fucking gas station down the street, we will tell them to get you there!."

A pause, somebody from the crowd.

"Dude just fucking dump her outside, she will be fine!" What a bunch of cowards, you curse at them, seeing absolutely nobody moving to help the poor girl. At least one of them had a narcan in case she really gets bad.

Your legs hurt as they carry you and the heavily breathing dino. Claws embedded into your shirt, pricking skin probably unconciously, you don't care, get her safe, then ask for a new shirt. Shit it's a long way but you're here.. You set her on her back on the concrete from a lack of better spot, it's so late even the gas station is closed.

You call an ambulance, knowing that they didn't call one. Her breathing is getting heavy.

Now is probably the best time to use the narcan on her, you've never used one, it's some sort of an inhaler. After one dose it doesn't seem to have an instant effect... ten seconds, twenty seconds.. Eyes still glazed over, drool coming from the side of her mouth. Alright a second dose.

After about a minute she lets out a weak gasp followed by rapid inhales.

Her head shoots upwards as she looks around with still glazed eyes.

"I-Is this hell?" Asks the weak sounding anthro, tears running down her eyes, a trickle of blood coming out from her nostril.

"Did I die?"