Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters (34 page)

Chapter Two

With nightfall, came the
rain, which made walking in the darkness even more unpleasant. My sneakers were
soggy, my feet swimming in my shoes. The fur on Leonard and Dale reeked of wet
dog, their hides dripping from the rain. When we finally made camp, Shelly and
I sat together under a partial hut, the fire smoking from the moist wood, while
Dale and Leonard worked to erect a better shelter.

Leonard placed a blanket
around my shoulders. “You good, Porsche. Good.” He’d made sure I had plenty of
water today, and, when Shelly and I had gotten tired of walking, he let us rest
often.

My ape had lost his mother
yesterday, which had caused him to wail and run off into the forest in an
outburst of grief. He’d seemed subdued and oddly contemplative, which was
understandable, considering how fond he was of Maggy. I wouldn’t miss that old
bitch who had been responsible for my kidnapping. What sorts of thoughts went
through the minds of these prehistoric creatures? Was anything intelligent
being considered besides the need for food and sex?

Dale stomped over. “Camp
good now.” He pointed to the crudely implemented hut. He snatched several
animal pelts from the wagon and brought them inside the dwelling.

“Come, Porsche.” Leonard
helped me to my feet. “Come, Shelly.”

She mumbled something under
her breath and ran to the shelter, her head down, trying to avoid the rain. I
joined her and removed my shoes, wringing out my socks. My clothing was soaked.
I sat on a fur shivering.

“Take off.” Leonard pulled
on my t-shirt. “You take off.”

I sighed and removed my
clothing, exposing my ample breasts. Leonard ogled my boobs, his black eyes
flashing, as I handed him the shirt. He gave me a blanket.

“Thanks.” I was naked,
shivering, yet comfortable on the soft animal pelt.

Shelly was naked as well;
Dale wrapped a fur around her shoulders. “Don’t touch me,” she grumbled.

I couldn’t help giggling,
“That’s some way to treat your boyfriend.”

She grimaced.

Leonard left the hut to
procure food, I assumed. I sat closer to Shelly. “Let’s take it one day at a
time. Rescue could happen tomorrow. You never know.” Dale perked up at this
announcement, having clearly understood me. I gave him a look. “I know you know
what I’m talking about. We have families we gotta get back to. They’ll find us
eventually.”

He grunted and wrinkled his
nose. “You home now.”

Leonard returned with two
tin cups. He handed one to me. “Drink.”

It was hot tea, which I
accepted gratefully. “Thanks.”

Shelly drank hers as well,
and the heated fluid helped to warm me up, although my hair was damp and my
feet were frozen. Although it was summer, the rain made the air colder,
especially at this altitude, seeing that we had been walking at an incline for
most of the day.

Leonard and Dale left us to
tend to the fire and dinner. I assumed they were out hunting. We couldn’t eat
the chickens, because they were being kept alive for their eggs.

“I’m so cold!”

“Get under a fur.”

“Ugh.”

A short while later, the
apes returned with grilled fish, berries, and a bowl of rice, which had been
boiled in a metal tin. I ate the fare, but imagined it was pizza. I was getting
tired of fish and berries, but I wouldn’t complain. The food was high in
protein, which kept us full and gave us energy. The Bigfoot’s gnawed on pieces
of bark after every meal, presumably to clean their teeth. Shelly and I went to
wash up in a stream and relieve ourselves. Using the great outdoors as my
bathroom was second nature now, and I’d lost my fear of snakes and bears. The
rain had stopped for the moment, with the occasional drop falling from the old
growth Douglas Furs that towered over us. A tiny sliver of moon shone above the
branches, giving the forest an eerie feel.

Leonard and Dale waited in
the shelter, their eyes glimmering in a carnal light. I picked up on the change
in vibe immediately, resulting in my stomach fluttering. Their coats had dried
considerably, but the aroma of wet dog lingered. It was a smell I was quickly
getting used to. Shelly and I were naked, except for the blankets around us.

Freezing, I sat in Leonard’s
lap, my teeth chattering. His arms went around me. “You good, Porsche. You get
warm.”

Dale attached a fur to the
door of the hut, blocking the cold from entering. A lantern with a single
candle helped illuminate the space, casting flickering shadows against the back
of the structure.

Leonard rubbed my back
vigorously; his snout was near my neck, inhaling my scent. “You make Leonard
happy.”

I glanced at him, staring
into the liquid orbs of his dark eyes. “What do you want?”

The apes exchanged a glance.
They clearly had something specific in mind, which had my stomach clenching
with anticipation.

Shelly’s eyes darted between
them. “Fucking horndogs. Guess this is what happens when there’s no TV.”

Dale patted a fur. “You
girls here.” He waved at Shelly. “You here.”

She sighed resignedly and
sat on the fur. Dale snatched the blanket from her. “Hey!”

He pointed at me. “You
here.”

I went and joined her and
had my blanket taken as well. I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering.
Leonard took mercy on me and handed me the blanket. “Thanks.”

He rasped, “Porsche,” he
thrust out his tongue, “you lick Shelly.”

I gasped. They wanted us to
have sex while they watched. I glanced at my friend. “Uh, man.”

She rolled her eyes. “Like I
said. Fucking perverts.”

“Nothing surprises me
anymore.”

“Not with the Viagra Twins,
no.”

“How are we gonna do this?”

“You better not tell anybody
about this. I’m so not a lesbian. My mom would die if she found out.”

I shrugged. “What happens in
the forest…”

“Stays in the fucking forest.”
She tossed her hair over a shoulder and lay on the fur, spreading her legs.
“Come eat me, bitch. Let’s put on a show for Bert and Ernie.”

I stifled a giggle. “Stop
that, Shelly.”

“Man, if I can’t laugh, I’d
be so freaking out now.”

“Thank God you’re here with
me.”

“I’d rather be home,” she
muttered.

“Amen to that.”

I glanced at Leonard, and
his black eyes glimmered in a lustful light, which had my pussy clenching with
expectation. I’d never admit it, but having sex with him was amazing. I hadn’t
been a virgin when he’d taken me. On the contrary, I loved sex. I had seduced
Mr. Vandekamp before we had been kidnapped, and I had enjoyed being taken by
Leonard. His cock was…awe-inspiring. As if on cue, both of the Bigfoot’s
penises began to emerge from within the matted tufts of fur. Their organs were
pinkish in color, long and riddled with veins. The crowns were broad and
rounded, with cleaved centers that dripped with copious amounts of pre-cum. The
taste of their spunk was salty-sweet like slightly bitter milk.

I touched Shelly’s tummy,
feeling her quivering beneath my hand. She closed her eyes and murmured, “I’m
not a lesbian. I’m not a lesbian. I’m not a les—”

“Shut up, you ho.”

“Fuck you, bitch.”

I giggled, “I will.”

I played with the jewelry in
her bellybutton, pulling gently on the stainless steel ring. Kissing the skin
on her abdomen, I felt her trembling, either from arousal or the cool air. She
smelled fresh like the great outdoors with traces of campfire. Her pussy was
covered in a short layer of hair, which barely hid the lips of her labia. We
hadn’t been able to shave in days, and our legs and underarms were showing the
signs. I guess I was going to turn into a wild, hairy mountain woman yet. Since
I was a natural blonde, my hair wasn’t as obvious as Shelly’s.

“Good, Porsche. You do
Shelly good,” rasped Leonard. His cock was in his hand, being manipulated into
shocking hardness. Dale’s was in his hands as well, the ape rubbing the
glistening tip, while it dripped pre-cum to the pelt beneath him.

I prepared to dive into
uncharted lesbian territory. How hard could it be? “Well, here goes.”

“Be my bitch. Lick me.” She
smiled crookedly.

“Shush.”

I flicked out my tongue,
lapping against her clit, producing a surprising moan from Shelly. I hadn’t
expected such an immediate and enthusiastic reaction. Bolstered by her
response, I gently opened her lips, exposing the hidden nub of her clit.
Prodding it with my tongue, the tiny organ began to swell to a sizable lump.
She smelled musky, her snatch glistening with arousal.

“Grrrooooaaarrr…nice…good
girls…” uttered Dale.

I’d never had sex with a
woman before, and I didn’t fantasize about them, but…eating Shelly out had
turned me on, horribly. I buzzed in my cunt, the muscles in my tunnel
contracting, begging for stimulation. I almost couldn’t concentrate on working
her little nub, it was so distracting. What I really needed was one of
Leonard’s long, talented fingers in me.

I glanced at him. “Can you
help?”

He shuffled over, his cock
thrusting out before him, oozing clear fluid. “What?”

“Um…” I bit my lip, shyness
gripping me…“could you touch…” I took his hand and led it to my pussy, “me
here.”

His black, glossy eyes
glimmered with approval. “Porsche, you good girl.”

A finger began to dip into
my needy hole, making me catch my breath. “Yes, Leonard. Do that.”

I resumed licking Shelly’s
pussy, driving my tongue up and down her slit, tasting her feminine juices, my
face coating in her wetness. My saliva began to drip between her buttcheeks,
wetting the fur beneath us. Leonard’s finger dipped deep into my pussy, causing
me to moan with bliss. That was exactly what I needed while I attended to my
friend, laving her hole, tasting the insides of her cunt.

“Oh…Porsche…it’s sooo good.”
Her fingers threaded through my hair. “Yes…don’t stop…”

I echoed that sentiment.
“Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Keep fucking me, Leonard.” That fat, firm finger was
driving me mad with lust. It was so long that it kept hitting something wildly
stimulating deep inside of me. I buried my face in Shelly’s snatch, gobbling
her up, as if I’d been starving for months. There was no way I was going to be
able to hold off the orgasm that threatened to overwhelm me. It was just too
good. “Oh! Shit-fuck-Leonard!” I moaned, my face buried in another woman’s
cunt, as the contractions pummeled my system, forcing me to clench around the
finger inside of me. “Yes! Oooohhh…”

“Good, Porsche. You good
girl.”

I smiled at him, my body
trembling with the aftereffects of the intense pleasure. “Thanks, Leonard.”

He held his cock. “You suck
now.” He grinned, flashing sharp, white teeth.

I took one look at his
engorged manhood and shivered with renewed inspiration.
Oh, boy
.

Chapter Three

As the rain fell outside our
little shelter, the four of us occupied ourselves in a hedonistic manner. The
hut began to smell of sex, the heady scent teasing me. The end of Leonard’s
cock dripped with fluid, his eyes glinting with desire.

“What about me?” Shelly
fingered herself. “Fuck me, Dale. Get that big, fat cock over here.”

As I wrapped my hand around
Leonard’s impressive meat, Dale shuffled towards Shelly, his erection thrusting
out before him, leaking like a sieve. He drew her legs apart; holding her
seductively curved calves in either hand, exposing her pink slit.

Shelly grabbed for his cock.
“Oh, God, yeah. Gimme that thing.”

It still amazed me how
something that big could fit into a small hole. It seemed implausible that
pleasure could be derived from these monster cocks, but the rigidity of their
phalluses hid a sensual secret. The outside was soft and pliable, while the
inner portion was hard. There was a certain amount of wiggle room, so to speak,
that made the insertion highly pleasurable and comfortable, even in the snug
environment of an asshole.

As Dale drove into Shelly’s
pussy, I closed my mouth around Leonard, letting his penis slide into my
throat, gagging me. Pre-cum dripped from the corners of my mouth, splashing my
breasts and tummy.

“Oh, yeah! Fuck me, Dale!
Fuck me!”

Dale pounded Shelly, the
sound of his heavy balls slapping against her ass. He grunted from the
exertion, his groans rumbling in his chest. I sucked on the rounded end of the
cock, the little slit opening in the center, expelling shocking amounts of
fluid. I seemed to be swallowing more than sucking, and I could barely keep up.

“Lay, Porsche,” Leonard
groaned, pointing to the animal pelt.

I did as I was told,
wondering what was going to happen and trembling with anticipation. He
straddled me on his knees, shuffling towards my face. Rough, black hands
grasped my breasts, pressing the ample mounds together.

“Hold.”

Understanding dawned. He
wanted to tit-fuck me. I held my boobs together as he shoved his cock between
them, lubricating me instantly with a fresh release of pre-cum. I watched as he
slid back and forth, fucking my soft mounds. The head popped out with every
thrust, butting up against my throat. I tossed my head back, my long, blonde
hair falling over the fur.

“Good, Porsche. Good!”

“Oh, yeah! Fuck me!
Oh-shit-God-fuck me hard-shit!” Shelly moaned loudly, cumming on the monster
cock inside of her. Her ape grunted as he drove home, his balls slapping her
ass.

My guy was pleasuring
himself with my tits, as plentiful amounts of pre-cum wetted my chest and neck.
Leonard threw back his head and roared, the sound reverberating around us. I
gazed down in time to see his cock erupt with a torrent of seminal fluid, as it
gushed out of him, spraying me.

“Porsche! Good! Good!”
roared Leonard.

It was always mildly
shocking to observe the sheer volume of sperm these creatures held within them.
I was being thoroughly doused; my hair was wet with the sticky, salty
concoction.

“Whhhoooaaarrrr…” Leonard
groaned.

Nothing could prepare me for
what happened next. Dale had withdrawn from Shelly’s satiated snatch, and his
cock was suddenly in my face, the mushroom head pushing against my mouth,
demanding entrance. I ate him, tasting my friend’s pussy juices.

“Suck, Porsche. Gooood…”

Leonard collapsed onto the
pelt, watching as his friend used me to reach completion. He was in such a
lustful state that he held my head between his strong, overeager hands, forcing
me to gag on his pre-cum. I could barely breathe from the size of him, as I
struggled to get the length into my mouth.

“Nice, Porsche. Nice,” he
groaned.

Shelly watched as I serviced
her ape. I had anticipated him blowing his wad all over my chest as Leonard
had, but when he began to spurt, he held onto my head, forcing his cock down my
throat.

“Whoooaaarrrr…”

I tried to fight him to gain
my freedom, fearing I might drown on his cum, but he wouldn’t let me go.
Instead, I was made to swallow enormous amounts of sperm, the fluid pouring
down my esophagus, filling my belly to the brim.

“Jesus,” murmured Shelly.
“Way to eat a ton of jizz.”

I gagged; dry heaving on the
bitter, salty taste. He wouldn’t let go of me; the continuous eruptions rushed
down my throat. What I couldn’t swallow spilled out of my mouth and flowed down
my neck. When he had at last ceased climaxing, he released me. I wiped my face
with the back of my hand, feeling nauseous.

“I…gotta…fuck!” I jumped to
my feet, knowing I was going to puke. I pushed aside the animal hide covering
the door and barely exited the shelter before vomiting outside, whitish seminal
fluid splashing at my feet. The rain drenched me, and I shivered. The stream
was nearby, and I ran to it, washing myself as quickly as I could. I was sticky
with ape sperm, and, if it dried, it would itch.

“Are you all right?”

My teeth chattered. “Y-yeah.
T-that was k-kinda gross.”

“Oh, my fucking God! I don’t
know how you swallowed all of it without drowning.”

I laughed, “You should try
it next time.”

“Hell no.” Shelly crouched
in the freezing, gushing water, quickly washing herself. “Fuck, it’s cold!”

We ran to the shelter, wet,
frozen, and exhausted. Leonard held open an animal pelt, and I all but dove
into it. He wrapped it around me and drew me close, grunting deep in his chest.
I was warm instantly. It wasn’t long before the four of us were fast asleep,
the ape’s raspy snoring resonating like a soothing lullaby.

We packed in the morning,
tossing items into the cart along with the chickens. The goat kept up with us,
snatching patches of grass and bushes as we went, eating everything in sight.
Leonard pulled the cart, while Dale carried the backpacks. It was nice not to
feel encumbered by the weight of my pack. The day was a hot one, the intensity
of summer beating down on us, causing me to sweat profusely. I sensed we were
descending, because the trek was far easier than yesterday. When we stopped for
lunch, the apes plucked fish out of a stream and prepared the fillets over a
small fire. Shelly disappeared into the forest with Dale, while Leonard and I
watched over the food.

He pulled me onto his lap,
his nose pressed to my throat. “You good, Porsche. I like my Porsche.”

I pushed against him. “Stop
it.” He licked the side of my face. “Ew. Quit it, you big lump.”

He growled deep in his
chest. If I had heard that sound in the wilderness, I would have been scared
silly. It was a cross between a bear and a lion, but I knew he wouldn’t hurt
me. His great big hands had turned into sticky paws, as he grasped me, refusing
to let go.

“You mine, Porsche. Mine.”

I stared at him. “Leonard.
You know I have to go home.”

“No.”

“I miss my mom and dad and
my sister. I miss everything.”

“No. You stay with me.”

I shook my head.

His black eyes glimmered.
“You mine, Porsche. You live with me. We make baby.” He pointed at my stomach.

I hadn’t gotten my period
yet, which was slightly worrisome. “I like you, but…this isn’t my home. I have
a family.”

“We make family.”

Jeez he was stubborn. I
sighed. “Oh, Leonard. Let’s not argue.” I leaned my head against the wall of
his hairy chest. “Who knows what’s gonna happen.”

His arms tightened around
me. “You make Leonard happy.”

Those words produced tingles
in my tummy. His padded fingers brushed against my boobs, making me shudder
with pleasure. “Aren’t the fish done yet?”

He growled. “No fish. I want
you.”

“You’re the biggest horndog
ever,” I giggled. His tongue licked the side of my face. “Stop it!” I pushed
against him. “Bad ape, bad!”

His chest rumbled with
humor, dark eyes flashing. “My Porsche. Mine.”

Dale and Shelly had returned
with a tin of water. We ate lunch, Leonard and I on a blanket and Shelly and
Dale sitting on a fur. I used my Bigfoot as a chair and leaned into him,
feeling relaxed and surprisingly content. An oversized hand rested on my belly,
his thumb rubbing my tummy lightly. It wasn’t long before we packed up our
belongings and tethered the goat to the cart. We headed deeper into the forest,
every step distancing Shelly and I from any possible rescue.