Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters (33 page)

Chapter Six

Maggy’s death devastated
Leonard. He roared with agony, stomping off into the forest, crunching branches
under his big feet. We prepared her body for burial, the apes digging a large
hole in the woods. When Leonard finally returned, he watched stoically as his
mother was put into the ground. He dropped flowers over her body and cried with
grief as dirt was thrown over her. I stood numbly watching the proceeding with
Leslie and Shelly. The Bigfoot children ran around, laughing and playing, not
understanding that someone had died. Their elders shepherded them towards the
fire, where they settled down.

I found myself on a pelt
with my friends, while the feast continued well into the night. Leonard had
withdrawn to a hut, miserable in his anguish. I felt badly for him, but I
wouldn’t miss his mother. Perhaps, with Maggy gone now, he would be easier to
manipulate? My mind spun with ideas of how to finagle an escape. One of the
apes suddenly approached and took my arm and Shelly’s, dragging us away with
him.

“What the fuck!” Shelly
shouted. “Get your fucking hands off me!”

We were taken to a hut, and
tossed inside. Leonard sat on an animal hide, his eyes glistening with tears.
His lengthy cock was in his hands. It was then that I understood why we had
been so rudely summoned. We were to soothe the grieving beast by easing the
pressure in his cock.

“Fucking, horny apes,”
hissed Shelly. “It never ends.”

“Weavers by day, cock
suckers by night.”

She gave me a dirty look.
“That’s not funny.”

I tried to hide my smile. “Sorry.”

We knelt before Leonard,
that huge dick formidable and thick looking. It dripped with pre-cum, the drops
oozing from the gaping slit. He grunted and pointed at his cock. Shelly was the
first to suck it, wrapping her lips around the head.

“Good. Good girls.” His
praise rumbled deep in his chest.

It was my turn then, and I
suckled him noisily, making him groan. Shelly licked the shaft, while I sucked
and I gagged on the copious amounts of pre-cum, as the fluid slid down my
throat. Together we nibbled the edges of his mushroom head, the ends curving
downwards.

“Grrrooooaaarrrr…”

He seemed to like this
treatment. The gap where the fluid had escaped held my attention, and I played
with it, pushing the tip of my tongue into the opening.

“Good…good…more…”

Shelly held his pale,
hairless balls, licking and sucking one into her mouth, while I played with his
peehole, thrusting my tongue further into the snug passage.

Leonard’s hands tangled in
my long hair, his fingers massaging my scalp. His groans of pleasure filled the
hut, reverberating around us. Drums were being beaten outside, the dull
throbbing of the sound seeping into my consciousness. As I licked and sucked
his cock, my pussy contracted with little pleasure pulses, distracting me
horribly. I had on a loose cotton dress, and I lifted the garment over my head.
I desperately wanted that cock inside of me. My hand drifted between my thighs,
feeling a shocking wetness.

“Good girls…good,” he
groaned.

I straddled him and lowered
onto that huge cock. Shelly watched as I rode him, nearly getting every inch of
him inside of me. She toyed with his balls, while I fucked the ape-beast,
extracting far too much enjoyment from his hardness. The door to the hut swung
open suddenly, and an angry looking Bigfoot stomped into the space. It was
Shelly’s ape, Dale.

“My girl,” he roared. “No!
My girl!”

Was he jealous? I hardly
took notice, because it felt so good having my cunt filled to the brim with
animal cock. Leonard’s hands were on my hips guiding me back and forth, my pussy
compressing around him.

“Oh, shit!” gasped Shelly.

Her ape had grabbed her,
and, in an angry show of possession, he’d hit her on the butt. She was over his
hairy knees with her naked ass in the air. Her clothing had been torn from her
and lay scattered on the fur-lined floor. He smacked her again, but with
restraint. This wasn’t meant to inflict real damage. It was more a show of
force, the dominating partner asserting control.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, God, Leonard.
It’s so good.” I was nearly out of my mind with the intensity of the feelings
that hurtled towards me at mach speed. “Ooohh…”

“You nasty ape,” cried
Shelly.

Dale had her on all fours,
holding his heavy cock, and pointing it at her waiting pussy. With one push, he
was lodged deep. “Good, sex girls…nice…” He rutted like the animal he was,
plunging all the way in, while Shelly fought to keep up with him.

My clit rubbed against
Leonard’s furry pelvis, nearly driving me mad with want. His organ massaged my
honey walls, rubbing something sensitive deep inside of me.

“Oh, shit! I can’t…I can’t
stop it!”

Flinging my head back, the
force of ecstasy ravaged my system with a series of pleasure-shocks that left
me breathless and tingling all the way to my toes. Even my nose buzzed with
pleasure. My fingers drove into Leonard’s belly, kneading him, while wave after
wave of sexual enjoyment had me clenching his sex, compressing him with my
muscles.

“Good, Porsche. Good.”

The sound of my name on his
lips was bizarre. He grunted then and thrust into me, spilling his seed in a
torrent of wetness that poured out of me. He drove upwards, enjoying the heaven
that was my pussy, while even more cream escaped, wetting his fur. The smell of
sex filled the hut, its musky undertones teasing my senses. I collapsed on his
chest, utterly spent.

Shelly was getting a
thorough fucking by Dale who reamed her vigorously, determined to pleasure them
both. Leonard and I watched as his cock slid in and out of her pussy.

Leonard’s mouth was near my
ear. “Good, Porsche. I like you.”

I stared into his black,
shiny eyes. They sparked with an unnamed emotion. He had lost his mother today,
and I had distracted him for a while. I wondered how he would react to my
rescue? I felt torn when I thought about leaving, but I had to get home. I
wasn’t a mountain girl. I needed to be surrounded by civilization and shopping
malls. I loved indoor plumbing, restaurants, and going to the movies. I wasn’t
cut out for the great outdoors and washing up in creeks. A hike in the woods
was one thing, but living in the forest forever wasn’t for me.

I touched his face. “You’re
a good Bigfoot, Leonard.”

“Oh, fuck me, you dirty
ape,” cried Shelly. “Oooohh…shit…”

We watched as Dale drove
himself in deep and stiffened. White milk poured out of her cunt and down her
legs to the fur beneath her.

“Ooohhh…Dale…” Shelly moaned
and trembled, her bottom jiggling with the movement. He continued to work
himself in and out, while her pussy gushed cum.

“Good, Shelly,” he murmured.
“Good.”

If we stayed with these
beasts much longer, we would certainly end up pregnant. I didn’t want to face
that inevitability. Shelly collapsed onto the animal pelt with Dale by her
side. The four of us succumbed to sleep and I woke later in the night to a
quiet camp and a fire that had died down. As I lay in the arms of my hairy
lover and listened to his snoring, I wondered about tomorrow. Would the rescue
I had been praying for come? Or did I hope it wouldn’t happen?

In the morning, I wakened
without Leonard. Shelly was by my side. “Shelly?”

“Um?”

“Where are the apes?”

“How the fuck do I know?”
She sounded grumpy.

“Listen. It’s so quiet.” The
only sound was a squawking bird in the trees above us. The Bigfoot children
weren’t running around and laughing. I got to my feet, naked, but not caring.
Opening the makeshift door, I peered outside. “Where is everybody?”

Shelly was behind me. She’d
tossed a dress over her head, but it had been torn in several places. She held
the ends of the material together. “Probably in the creek. They wouldn’t leave
us alone. Trust me.”

I picked up my dress,
thrusting my arms through the armholes. “I’m going out.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

The camp appeared to be
deserted. The fire smoked, and, yet, no one had made breakfast. “Leonard?” I
squinted into the forest, but I couldn’t see anything. “What the fuck?”

Shelly and I stood in the
center of what had been a bustling ape camp, and we seemed to be the only
people left. Where had the Bigfoots gone? Why would they leave us alone? They
seemed highly possessive of human women. We were needed for them to breed,
since, apparently, this species only produced males.

“This is totally weird,
Porsche.”

“I don’t get it.” I felt
suddenly hopeful. “Maybe we should take our stuff and get outta here.”

“What about Leslie?”

“She coulda escaped. I don’t
know. We might not get another chance.” I headed for the hut. “I’m getting my
stuff.”

“Okay, but…this doesn’t seem
right.”

My backpack was filled with
a blanket, jerky, and a canister of water. I flung it over my shoulder. “Let’s
go.”

Shelly laced up her sneakers.
“I somehow don’t think it’s this easy.”

“Quit being a pessimist.
This is our opportunity to get the fuck outta here.”

Leaving the hut behind, we
ran to the edge of the camp. A sense of exhilaration had my heart racing.

I’m going home!

A man suddenly appeared
before us, dressed in a white shirt with the wording SAR on the front. I
assumed this meant search and rescue.

“Holy shit!” Shelly stared
at him wide-eyed. “Where’d
he
come from?”

Another man dressed
similarly was behind him.

“Hello. Are you the missing
Vandekamp party?” He squinted under his baseball hat.

“Yes.” Relief flooded me.

They glanced at the huts.
“What the hell is this?”

The foliage around us shook
strangely in that instant. Shelly and I watched in horror as the tribe of
Bigfoots suddenly stepped from the trees, snarling with their teeth bared. The
men were surrounded by the ape-men, the expressions on their faces filled with
shocked disbelief. A club swung through the air, followed by another, and the
men fell, their skulls having been cracked open by the blows.

I screamed then. The
piercing sound echoed far and wide, scaring several birds into a panicked
flight. We wouldn’t be escaping this morning. Instead, we had been forced to
witness the murder of our rescuers.

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Chapter One

A rescue…but…

If we stayed with these
beasts much longer we would certainly end up pregnant. I didn’t want to face
that inevitability. Shelly lay on the animal pelt with her ape, Dale by her
side. I snuggled into Leonard, my Bigfoot. We had just had the most amazing sex
ever, and I was exhausted. I woke later in the night to a quiet camp and a fire
that had died down. As I lay in the arms of my hairy lover, I wondered what
tomorrow would bring. Would the rescue I had been praying for come? Or did I
hope it wouldn’t happen? The sounds of crickets and the Sasquatch’s light
snoring in the temperate summer night lulled me back to sleep.

When I roused the next
morning, I was alone, with Shelly by my side. “Shelly?”

“Um?”

“Where are the apes?”

“How the fuck do I know?”
She sounded grumpy.

“Listen. It’s so quiet.” The
only sound was a squawking bird in the trees above us. The Bigfoot children
weren’t running around laughing and playing. I got to my feet, naked, but not
caring. Opening the makeshift door, I peered outside. “Where is everybody?”

Shelly was behind me. She’d
tossed a dress over her head. “Probably in the creek. They wouldn’t leave us
alone. Trust me.”

I picked up my clothing,
stepping into my underwear and shorts. “I’m going out.” I thrust my arms
through the armholes of my t-shirt.

“Sounds like a plan.”

The camp appeared to be
deserted. The fire smoked, and, yet, no one had made breakfast. “Leonard?” I
squinted into the forest, but I couldn’t see anything. “What the fuck?”

Shelly and I stood in the
center of what had been a bustling ape camp, and we seemed to be the only
people left. No one had touched the fire since the night before. Where had the
Bigfoots gone? Why would they leave us alone? They seemed highly possessive of
human women. We were needed for them to breed, since, apparently, this species
only produced males.

“This is totally weird,
Porsche.”

“I don’t get it.” Hope raced
through me. “Maybe we should take our stuff and get outta here.”

“What about Leslie?”

“She coulda escaped. I don’t
know. We might not get another chance.” I headed for the hut. “I’m getting my
stuff.”

“Okay, but I don’t know
about this.”

My backpack was filled with
water, jerky, and a blanket. I flung it over my shoulder. “Let’s go.”

Shelly laced up her
sneakers. “I somehow don’t think it’s this easy.”

“Quit being a pessimist.”

Leaving the hut behind, we
ran to the edge of the camp. A sense of exhilaration had my heart racing.

I’m going home!

A man suddenly appeared
before us, dressed in a white shirt with the wording SAR on the front. I
assumed this meant search and rescue.

“Holy shit!” Shelly stared
at him wide-eyed. “Where’d
he
come from?”

Another man dressed
similarly was behind him.

“Hello. Are you the missing
Vandekamp party?” He squinted under his baseball hat.

“Yes.” Relief flooded me.

They glanced at the huts.
One of them uttered, “What the hell is this?”

The foliage around us shook
strangely in that instant. Shelly and I watched in horror as the tribe of
Bigfoots suddenly stepped from the trees, snarling with their teeth bared. The
men were surrounded by the ape-men, the expressions on their faces filled with
shocked disbelief. A club swung through the air, followed by another, and the
men fell, their skulls cracked open by the blows.

I screamed then. The piercing
sound echoed far and wide, scaring several birds into a panicked flight. We
wouldn’t be escaping this morning after all. Instead, we had been forced to
witness the murder of our rescuers.

I flung myself at one of the
men. “Don’t! Stop! Leave him alone!”

I recognized Bubba, the
leader of the apes, and he snarled at me, threatening me with the club. Leonard
stepped between us. “No!” He growled fiercely, protecting me.

Leslie appeared. She took
one look at the bashed and bleeding rescuers, turned white, and ran to the edge
of the forest, where she vomited into the bushes.

I glanced at Shelly. “I…are
they dead?”

She looked grim. “More than
likely. Check for a pulse.”

The man I safeguarded had
one, but it was faint. An alarming amount of blood and brain matter oozed from
the sizable gash in his head.

“I don’t think he’ll make it
for long.”

“This guy’s dead.”

“Shit.”

There was a commotion. The
Bigfoots were grunting and waving, communicating in their strange, archaic
language.

Zelda, black-haired and pregnant
with a Bigfoot’s baby, stepped forward. “We gotta split up. They’re on to us.
It’s only a matter of time before we’re raided.” She’d been kidnapped years ago
with another woman, and they had been assimilated into the tribe, producing
babies for their Bigfoot lovers.

Grunting met this
declaration, her words having been understood. Two apes grabbed the legs of the
mortally wounded men and dragged them into the forest. The blood and brain
matter had been kicked away and covered with dirt. Within a matter of minutes,
the camp was disassembled and packed, ready for the trek into the forest.
However, it became clear that we would not be fleeing together. Leslie and
Bubba and several Bigfoots headed in one direction, Zelda and her mate, along
with the other woman and three Bigfoot children, set out before us. I found
myself with Leonard and Shelly and her ape, Dale. The four of us would be
traveling together. I was relieved to have Shelly with me, but I worried about
Leslie. When would I see her again? She was Bubba’s favorite at the moment, and
they had disappeared into the woods.

Leonard pulled a wooden cart
behind him loaded with chicken cages, blankets, and other supplies. The goat
was tethered to the conveyance, and the animal trotted along with us. I’d been
kidnapped for days now, having gone on a camping trip with Christopher
Vandekamp and his sexy stepfather, Doug, and several friends from school,
including Leslie and Shelly. Only the girls had been kidnapped and…molested by
the walking carpets that seemed to have a voracious appetite for sex.

We took a rest at midday,
the sun hanging high over our heads, the terrain growing rougher. The creatures
seemed to know where they were going, but it made no sense to me. I sat on a
rock, while Leonard talked with Dale in that bizarre language I didn’t
understand.

“We’re so screwed,” muttered
Shelly. Her long, brown hair was a tangled mess around her. The homespun dress
she wore hung loosely on her thin frame.

I shrugged. “At least we’re
with our guys.” I knew Leonard. I…enjoyed what he did to me. The memory of the
intimacies we had shared made me tingle in my pussy. Now that his mother,
Maggy, was dead, having died unexpectedly from a massive heart attack
yesterday, I hoped I would be able to convince him to let me go. “We can’t run
forever. Once they find the dead rescuers, all hell is gonna break loose. They
might even send in the military.” The memory of seeing the men murdered made me
wince.

“They probably buried the
bodies. There’s no evidence. We’re toast.” Her shoulders dropped.

I hugged her. “We have each
other, Shelly-belly. At least we’re together.”

Tears were in her eyes.
“I’ve never seen somebody killed before. It was awful.”

“Try not to think about it.”

“They’re fucking animals.”

“Yeah. But, they’re trying
to protect their way of life. That’s probably why nobody knows they’re here.
They’ve been pretty good about it. They cover their tracks.”

She sniffed. “I don’t want
to be some ape’s breeding machine.”

“Me neither.”

“Fuck! What if I’m pregnant?
You could be pregnant.”

“Zelda said the mortality
rate is really high for Bigfoot babies. I wouldn’t worry about it. A lotta
pregnancies don’t stick. Or the baby dies right after. I don’t know.”

“I’m only eighteen. I’m too
young to get knocked up, especially with some
Planet of the Apes
baby.”

I couldn’t help giggling,
“This whole thing blows my mind.”

“It sucks.”

I glanced at Leonard. He was
at least eight feet tall, with tufts of soft, brown fur covering his hulking
body. His face was hairy, with shiny black eyes and a black snout and mouth.
Those lips were soft, and his pink tongue felt rough, yet incredible,
especially when he used it to prod deep into my pussy. Their twelve-inch cocks
were malleable enough to fit comfortably in tight holes. I shivered just thinking
about it; the lusty images seemed burned into my brain. Leonard sensed my
attention and glanced at me, his eyes flashing with some strange, yet
intriguing, fire. I tingled everywhere from that appraising, animalistic look.
There was no way that I was actually developing feelings for this Sasquatch,
was I?

You better get a grip on
yourself, Porsche. You have a family that’s probably freaking out right now
with worry, thinking you’re dead. There’s nothing sexy about a damned walking
carpet! Kapeesh?