Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters (35 page)

Chapter Four

The hours we spent walking
seemed to be far more pleasant than yesterday, and I surmised it was because we
were gradually heading downwards, thereby, exerting ourselves less. The
chickens clucked and bounced around in their cages, and the tins rattled from
the uneven ground.

“Where are we going?” I’d
come up behind Leonard. “Do you have a plan?”

He nodded.

“What is it?”

“Find safety.”

“How long until we get there?”

His eyes flashed as he
glanced at me, which made my tummy tingle. “Long time. You tired?”

I sighed. “No. I’m fine.”

The descent turned rocky a
while later, as we ambled down through a boulder-strewn ravine. The forest grew
dense and the ground soft, my sneakers sinking into the muck. The cart got
stuck several times, and Dale and Leonard had to dig out the wheels, their arms
and legs filthy with mud. Grime matted their fur in clumps, making it reek. As
the day wore on, the terrain became even worse, with the ground deteriorating
into an all out bog. Shelly and I were filthy up to our chests from wading
through the mess. The goat had to be dragged through at times, Leonard pulling
on the lead and Dale shoving the animal from behind. He bleated wildly in protest.
Shelly looked miserable, her homespun dress was filthy, and her messy hair was
piled on top of her head. As the sun began to drift westwards and the shadows
broadened, I knew we would eventually have to find a place to rest for the
night.

Sensing my unhappiness,
Leonard announced, “We stop soon.”

“Thank the fricken Lord,”
muttered Shelly. “This was the worst today. Ugh.”

There was a break in the
forest up ahead with what looked like a type of meadow behind it. The relief I
felt had me picking up my mud coated sneakers with renewed purpose. These apes
knew where they were going, having roamed this terrain their entire lives. As
we emerged from the trees, a shout rang out, which stunned me. Both Leonard and
Dale growled low and threatening, deep in their throats, a sound I had heard
before that did not bode well.

Someone was coming! It was a
man.

“Ho!” The man shouted,
dressed in slacks and a gray shirt with suspenders. “Welcome,
Ts’emekwes!
Good to see you in this neck of the woods.”

The Bigfoot’s roared in
greeting, embracing the man as if he were an old family friend.

“Is that you, Leonard?
Haven’t seen you in ages, boy.”

Shelly and I exchanged a
glance. She looked astounded, yet tired. “Christ. It just gets weirder and
weirder.”

“You got yourselves some
fine lookin’ women. I bet I know why you’re in trouble. People gotta be lookin’
for ‘em, eh?”

Leonard grunted in response.

“Well, come on with ya,
then. You’ll need a good clean up and food. We can talk about the particulars
later.”

We followed the stranger
down a small path, the four of us tired and filthy. The trek for today was
almost over, and I couldn’t wait to sit down and rest. Winding around the bend,
we descended again, the cart shaking from side to side, the wheels bouncing off
rocks, until it leveled out and calmed down, the chickens protesting loudly.
Through thickets and old growth trees, bordered by Rhododendrons, we emerged to
find a small homestead; a log cabin had been erected along with a barn and
outbuildings.

“Put the animals in the
barn, and go clean up. You know where the spring is.” The weathered, yet
friendly looking man with the beard smiled at me. “I’m Palmer, honey. What’s
your name?”

“Porsche. This is Shelly.”

“You been taken by Bigfoot,
haven’t you?”

“Yes. We have to get home.”

He nodded. “Well, I wish you
luck with that. The
Ts’emekwes
are pretty possessive of their women,
seein’ how hard they are to come by. It’ll be a miracle to get rescued now.”

My spirits sunk. “Great.”
Who the heck was this guy? “Who are you?”

“Ya’ll get cleaned up, and
we’ll talk later.”

The spring was fifty yards
away and surrounded by thickets, offering a secluded bathing spot. Shelly and I
stripped naked and waded into the water, the bottom feeling rocky. It was
freezing, but I didn’t care. I immersed myself, washing the mud off my arms and
face. The Bigfoots bathed as well, the caked on muck loosening from their
matted fur and floating on the surface. Leonard roared with happiness, dunking
his head under and scrubbing himself vigorously. When we were finished, I
fished out a dress from my backpack and tossed it over my head. Zelda had given
us homespun clothing, which were hideous looking sacks that hung loosely off
our thin frames, but at least they were clean. My shoes needed to be washed,
and I squatted by the spring’s edge and scrubbed them the best I could. Leonard
and Dale shook themselves out like dogs after a bath.

“God, I’m so tired,”
muttered Shelly.

“Who the hell is that guy?”

She shrugged. “Some fucking
mountain man.”

At the cabin, a pot of stew
was simmering on the stove, which smelled delicious, my mouth watering
instantly. Dale and Leonard took up an enormous amount of space inside the
small, rustic looking dwelling.

“Sit down, girls. I’ll get
you a bowl. You look hungry.”

There were only three
chairs, and Leonard and Dale sat on the floor, their hairy legs folded before
them, Indian style. The smell of wet fur filled the room, forcing Palmer to
leave the door open. He gave us bowls filled with hot stew, and I ate greedily,
devouring the food like some sort of wild pack animal.

Palmer sat in a chair
smiling. “Well, they sure do clean up mighty fine.”

I glared at him. “How can
you help these monsters? They’re kidnappers.”

He snorted. “They do what
they gotta do to survive, darlin’. If you haven’t noticed, there aren’t any
lady Bigfoots. How else they supposed to make babies?”

I’d heard this argument
before. “Who are you?”

“I’m the son of a trapper.
My family’s been livin’ in the Cascades for as long as I can remember. My
great-great-grandfather came out on the Barlow Trail. They was lookin’ for the
“place of plenty,” and what did they find? Wild apes that took their women.”

I glanced at Leonard. He was
pouring the soup down his throat; not bothering with the spoon Palmer had given
him. “You protect these creatures?”

“Surely. There are others
too. We hide out just like the
Ts’emekwes
. I don’t care much for the
civilized world. My pa didn’t either. We originals take care of the apes.
They’re our heritage. They’re a part of us and us of them. My mother gave birth
to four of ‘em herself before she died.”

This bit of news was
astounding. “Aren’t you worried the authorities will find you?”

He shook his head. “Never
seen ‘em before. We’re pretty isolated out here, Miss. Don’t see nothin’ but
the
Ts’emekwes
and their women.” He smiled, revealing stained and
blackened teeth. “And what mighty fine women these two are, Leonard, boy. You
sure know how to pick ‘em.”

Leonard grunted in response.

Palmer stood, scraping the
legs of his chair over the wooden floor. “I’ll go see to the barn. You’ll be
able to sleep there tonight. How long you plan on stayin’?”

“Some days,” answered Dale.
“Not safe now.”

“I imagine.” His curious
stare landed on me. “Are your girls willin’? They seem tame. Do I gotta worry
about tying ‘em up somewhere?”

“No, Porsche mine. She good
girl.”

“Is that right?” Palmer
leered at me. “You like them ape cocks, don’t you? I’ve heard a thing or two
about that. My mother seemed to…enjoy making those babies. Daddy let her go off
with the
Ts’emekwes
once or twice a year. She never had any complaints
about it either. These boys know how to treat their women.”

This was mortifying. I could
feel my cheeks flaming.

“Yeah, I just bet you like
having those cocks in you, making you feel real good, don’t you? Maybe if I’m
lucky tonight, I’ll get to watch. It’s been a while since I’ve seen a good ape
fuckin’.”

Chapter Five

After dinner, Leonard and I
went into the woods to take care of business, relieving ourselves in privacy.
On the way back to the cabin, he took my arm.

“No, Porsche.”

“What?”

“I show you something.”

We wandered through the
darkening forest, the sun having set over the mountain. The coolness of the
evening was refreshing; it was a relief from sweating most of the day. I had no
idea how the apes managed to keep themselves from overheating with the thick
layer of fur covering their bodies.

He brought me to a water
feature hidden behind enormous boulders. A slightly pungent smell emerged,
reeking of sulfur. Leonard stepped down into the small pool, reaching out his
arms to me. I lifted the dress over my head and tossed it aside. My damp
sneakers remained behind as well.

“I could use another bath.”
I still felt grimy, even though we had bathed at the spring. My foot
encountered warm water. “Oh, this is nice.” I stepped in, nearly slipping on a
rock. Leonard caught me, his tongue flicking out, wetting my cheek. “Stop
that!”

We fell into the water; it’s
soothing properties affecting me instantly. I sighed with bliss. Leonard held
me to him, and we floated for long minutes with the sounds of crickets
resonating from the thicket around us. I relaxed against his chest and stared
up at the stars twinkling like diamonds.

His hands weren’t idle, and
they caressed my breasts, my nipples squeezed gently between large fingers. My
personal exam continued lower, as he moved over my tummy and descended between
my legs.

“Oh, Leonard.”

“Pretty pussy, Porsche,” he
purred in my ear.

“No.”

“Yes.”

A long finger drove into the
silky confines of my cunt, opening me up. He slid inside, reaming me gently.

“Ooohh…”

“Nice, Porsche. Nice.”

I turned in his arms,
staring into his inky eyes. “You’re a naughty ape.” I hated the rush of
tenderness I felt for him. We were hardly able to communicate, and he wasn’t
even human! I was feeling far too attached to this prehistoric creature of the
woods, which both puzzled and worried me. Maybe this was some sort of Bigfoot
brainwashing technique? Whatever it was, I was in a lot of trouble.

He smiled, revealing sharp
teeth. His lips were black and soft, just as soft as the pads of his fingers. I
kissed him, enjoying the sensation of his lengthy and talented tongue entering
me. He growled deep in his chest, and I felt his cock pressing against my
bottom, twitching demandingly.

“Oh, Leonard,” I sighed.

“My Porsche.”

After we’d bathed, we made
our way back to the cabin under the direction of the moon, which partially
illuminated the path. The barn was lit up from within, and I detected the
sounds of Shelly crying out. I felt a moment of fear, worrying that they were
harming her, but as we drew near, it was the sound of female pleasure that
suddenly made my pussy clench. Per usual, we were going to spend another sultry
night with our apes doing things that were so shockingly dirty, my mother would
disown me if she knew.

The scene in the barn was
suitably outrageous, yet predictable. Our host, Palmer, was seated on a wooden
crate. He’d opened his pants, revealing his cock, which he was tugging on,
while watching Dale take Shelly from behind. The large ape drove deep into her
pussy, his balls slapping against her loudly. The lighting was dim, yet
sufficient enough to discern things clearly, leaving nothing to the
imagination. Seeing a thin, pale woman being taken by an eight foot Sasquatch
wasn’t for the squeamish. It was a bit like a
Planet of the Apes
freak
show, to be honest. I knew that she’d been prepared for intercourse, because
she wasn’t in pain. On the contrary, Shelly was gasping, moaning, and thrusting
her ass up to take Dale’s cock in deeper. Her rounded bottom was sweetly
contoured, with seductive feminine lines and firm, smooth skin. Dale’s fingers
dug into her hips as he drove himself forward.

“Good! Grrroooaaarrr…”

“Yeah, it is. You fuck that
little girl, Dale. You got her good now.”

The fact that we had a
voyeur was unfortunate. I hated knowing that this grizzly, uncouth mountain man
was watching, enjoying the show. I certainly preferred the company of the apes
to these sorts of people. I wished Leonard would make him go away, but it seemed
unlikely.

“Well, look who’s back to
join in the fun.” He grinned, flashing his rotting teeth.

I ignored him and glanced at
Shelly. She had a pussy full of ape cock sliding in and out, but not embedding
entirely because it was just too long. Twelve inches was far too much for a
normal vagina to accommodate.

She glanced at me.
“Porsche,” she gasped. “Oh, my God.”

“Yeah, that girl likes that
big cock, don’t she?” Palmer manipulated his phallus, his eyes bulging with
eagerness. “It’d be better if that girl got fucked by more than one. You go
join ‘em, Leonard. There’s room for more.”

I gave him a dirty look.

He laughed. “Honey, my daddy
used to watch my mom with ‘em apes. Yeah, they’d be in the barn for hours goin’
at it.”

Ugh.

Leonard wasn’t unfazed by what
was happening. His penis had already been aroused from our kisses in the hot
spring, jutting out from the tufts of fur. It looked even harder now, twitching
and dripping with pre-cum.

“Oh! Oh-my-fucking-God!”
cried Shelly. “Do me more!”

“They turn into whores when
they get a taste of Sasquatch cock. No doubt about it.”

I wished he would shut up.

Leonard growled, low and
primal, sending a chill down my spine. The effect left me tingling in my pussy,
a rush of heat pooling there. He took my hand and led me to the fur where Dale
was fucking Shelly, the heady aroma of sex lingering in the air, teasing my
senses.

“I can’t last much longer!
Ooohh…Dale…fuck me!”

Palmer continued to tug on
his cock, his attention fully focused on Shelly. I tried my best to ignore him,
as Leonard’s cock poised before my mouth, angry and dripping. Getting on my
knees, I grasped the lengthy instrument, marveling at its spongy softness. I’d
only ever felt pleasure from having him inside of me. Meeting my ape’s gaze, he
smiled.

“Nice, Porsche. Nice. You
make Leonard happy.”

I closed my mouth around the
bulbous head and suckled, eliciting a groan from him that resonated in the
barn. I nibbled on the edges gently, tasting the salty release of his juices.
The slit in the center oozed fluid; so much so, a tiny river ran down his
veined shaft and dripped to the pelt beneath us.

“Fuck! Oh-my-God!
Oooohhh…shit…yeah…ooohhh…”

Shelly’s moans of pleasure
prompted me to suck Leonard harder. His fingers tangled in my blonde hair, the
messy strands falling down my back. I still had my dress on, until Leonard
pulled it off me, exposing my body to the eager eyes of the uncouth mountain
man.

“That there is one pretty
girl. You lucky bastard. Look at those titties. Them nipples look like pink
candy.”

Ignoring him, I licked the
length of Leonard’s shaft, my tongue laving over the veins filling with blood,
pulsing under the thin skin. His balls were hairless and hanging, the heavy
sacs soft to the touch. This was where the sperm was held that would spray like
an out of control garden hose. Leonard manipulated himself, while I licked and
sucked on his balls. They were so big; I struggled to get them in my mouth.

“Good, Porsche. Good.”

Out of the corner of my eye,
I watched Shelly. She was gasping and moaning, sounding like an animal in pain.
“Oh, shit! Oh-fucking-shit-God-damn!” Dropping her head, a cascade of brown
hair fell to the fur. “It’s so good!” She stiffened in the throes of ecstasy,
her body trembling from the orgasm. “Oooohh…”

“Grrroooaaarrrr!” roared
Dale.

He let her ride out her
pleasure, stroking the insides of her pussy with his pink, hard meat. He didn’t
seem to be near completion, which was alarming. Who would be responsible for
finishing him off? The last time, I nearly drowned on ape cum.

“Oh, God…” Shelly collapsed
on the fur, utterly spent. “Jesus.”

Leonard tugged his balls out
of my grasp. “You on me, Porsche.” He lay down and held his penis, the head
dripping with wetness. “Be good girl.”

I glanced warily at Dale,
knowing he was fully loaded, filled to the brim with semen, fearing I would
have to swallow it again. I straddled Leonard, my snatch creamy with moisture,
and the lips of my labia hanging loose. His cock slid in with one long push,
which had me gasping, it felt so good.

“Oh, Leonard!”

“Look at ‘em horny girls.”

I rode Leonard, enjoying the
feel of him inside of me. We quickly established a rhythm, our bodies moving in
unison. He knew exactly how hard to push and when to stop. He could have easily
hurt me with the length of his magnificent organ, but he held back. Dale’s cock
appeared before my mouth, dripping like a leaky faucet. I opened to take him,
and he groaned.

“Good, Porsche.”

“I’ll help,” Shelly
murmured. She had pieces of straw in her hair. “You shouldn’t have to work
these two by yourself.”

“Yeah, look at you, dirty
girls. Fuckin’ ‘em apes.”

“You can shut up anytime,
Palmer,” she muttered.

“Aw, come on, girls. You
know you like that ape cock. They always like them apes.”

God, he was annoying.

I gagged on the length of
Dale’s penis, until Shelly took hold of the wet, sticky length of him. Together
we sucked, while I rode Leonard, his tool embedded deeply. I felt my pussy, and
my clit was huge. The sensation alone had me contracting my muscles, squeezing
Leonard pleasurably. He groaned. As a reflex, I continued to squeeze, not being
able to stop it and not really wanting to.

“Porsche!” He drilled me
harshly, yet with care, filling me to my cervix. “Good! Good!”

Palmer had approached,
shuffling his feet with his trousers around his ankles. I was in such a state
of aggravated lust; I didn’t care. His cock seemed tiny in comparison to the
Bigfoot’s ample tools. His bleary eyes took us in, missing nothing. Shelly
continued to suck on Dale, while my ape hammered me from below, groaning with
each thrust. I knew he was close; I could feel it.

“Porsche!” He shuddered and
lodged to the hilt, a deluge of cum pouring out of my pussy, running down my
inner thighs. “Good! So good, Porsche!”

“You pleased him nice, girl.
That tight pussy of yours sure done the trick.”

My mouth was full of Dale’s
cock, the head butting up against the back of my throat. I felt wetness on my
shoulder, realizing that Palmer had squirted his seed all over me.

“That’s it. That’s the
ticket. That dirty whore can wear my spunk. Ooohh…yeah…”

Leonard was still shockingly
hard inside of me. I rode him aggressively, straight into the arms of a massive
orgasm that had me screaming. The intensity of the pleasure was a surprise,
sending my pussy into convulsions of bliss, my muscles clamping around him with
each contraction. I dug my fingertips into his hairy belly.

“Oh, God! Oh, my fucking
God!”

“Wow, Porsche. You really
liked that.”

I moaned, my eyes closed, as
wave after wave of pleasure pounded me. This orgasm seemed to go on and on, all
the while, Leonard drove in and out with a slowly softening cock.

“Oooohh…”

“Yeah, that dirty girl likes
them apes. She sure does.”

“Shut up, Palmer!” Shelly
hissed. “You’re the dirty old man.”

“I am honey. Whenever you
want a taste of this here man-meat. You let me know.”

We both groaned, but not in
pleasure. It was the sound of disgust.