The Rosian Deep - Chapter 3 Building

Chapter 3:  Building


    The next day Jatha awoke slowly, drifting into a conscious state as he snuggled deeper into the furs and the arms of Vintwa.  Eventually, he realized he wasn’t dreaming and slowly pried himself from his lover’s arms and got up.  He stretched and yawned before looking about for his clothes until he remembered that Vintwa had thrown them into the fire the night before.  No matter, he thought, who needs clothes when you have fur.
    Rubbing the sand from his eyes, he strolled outside.  The breeze flowed over his body making his fur move.  For the first time he wondered why the wind wasn’t stronger.  For as high up as they were the wind should have been strong enough to knock him back a few steps.  Instead it was just a cool breeze.  Looking about he marveled yet again at how beautiful the island was.  The jungle far below was already awake and teaming with sounds of plants and animals beginning their day.
    Not for the first time he began to wonder what was in store.  The day before he had spotted a cove on the west side of the island that might be a good place to build a house.  But what then?  Just spend the rest of his days relaxing and making love to Vinny?  He shook his head.  As nice as that sounded, it somehow didn’t seem quite what he would want for the rest of his life.  Yet, what choice did he have?
    He stood on the very rim of the ledge looking down.  Heights had never bothered him before, even less so now.  Still, he jumped a little when he felt Vintwa snaked his arms around him in an embrace.
    “Morning.” The god of Vii cooed in his ear.
    “Gaah! Woah! Watch it Vinny!  That’s a long way down!”
    Vintwa chuckled, “As if I’d let anything happen to you.”  He rest his chin on Jatha’s shoulder, their bodies flush as the god held the bear.
    Jatha laughed back and turned his head to kiss his lover on the cheek. “Good morning.”
    Vintwa shifted his hips just enough to bring his penis into a good position to enter his friend.  Jatha cried out in surprise as the red haired boy slid inside him.  He blushed deeply under his cerulean fur and lift a paw to the back of Vintwa’s neck as his friend rode him.  Their hips gyrated together as they made love on the edge of the world.  Jatha gave a growling roar as he felt Vintwa empty himself into him and he shot his own release out into the open air, over the ledge.
    Pulling back from the edge they separated only to find themselves in each other’s arms.  Jatha giggled after they finished kissing, “I like the way you say ‘good morning’.”
    Vintwa grinned back, “Well when an opportunity presents itself…”
    Jatha’s stomach growled.  The boys looked down at it and then back up at each other and laughed.
    Jatha placed a hand over his stomach, “Yeah, it’s been awhile since I ate last.  Any rules against hunting or plant eating on Vii?”
    Vintwa shook his head, “Nope.  In fact I occasionally enjoy a nice steak myself.  When I’m bored and want to taste something that is.  One of the benefits of being a deity is that you don’t get hungry.
    Jatha’s stomach growled again, “Yeah, unfortunately not a luxury that we bears enjoy.”
    Vintwa laughed, “Ok, ok, I’ll get you down to the ground and we can find you something to eat.”
    Jatha looked over the rock ledge, “It’ll take a while.  Took us half the day to get up here.”
    Vintwa smirked, “Took you half the day.  I’ll have us down in less than a minute.  Any idea where, on the island, you want to go?”
    Jatha raised an eyebrow, nervously wondering what Vintwa’s method of descent was going to be, “Well I did have my eye on the small cove over there.“  He raised his paw, pointing in a westerly direction.
    Vintwa looked where he was pointing, “Good choice.  Now get ready.”
    Jatha gasped as the god gathered him in his arms, cradling him like an oversized cub.  Jatha’s worried look turned to pure panic when he looked into Vintwa’s face and saw the look of devious mischief there.  His scream echoed across the island as Vintwa leapt from the mountain and began to fall to the jungle below.
   
    Vintwa set Jatha gently onto the sandy beach of the small cove.  Jatha looked up at the zenith of the massive mountain from which they had just descended.  His scream had faded away as he realized they were falling at a great enough speed to kill them but he still trembled slightly from the experience.  Looking about him, Jatha scanned the cove, looking for a good place to build a shelter.  The small beach that circled the cove ended in an overhang of tall cliffs.  The base of the cliffs looked promising, but first he had other more pressing matters to attend to.
    “Well, I’m gonna go see if there’s anything good to eat on this island,” Jatha said as he started towards the surrounding jungle.
    Vintwa called to him, “Hey wait!  Why don’t I just conjure something?  It’s much easier, believe me.”
    Jatha came back to Vintwa and took him in his arms, “Nah.  If I don’t keep myself active then I’ll get all chubby and out of shape.  Besides I can’t have you fixing everything.  I gotta do some things for myself.”
    Vintwa grinned, “Chubby Jatha, huh?  Doesn’t sound horrible.  You’d be even more squeezable.”
    Jatha giggled as his friend gave his rump a squeeze, and planted a kiss on his lips.
    After a bit Vintwa harrumphed and let his friend go, “Fine! Go and get something tasty.  I’ll at least get a fire ready for when you get back.”
    Jatha smiled at his friend and waved as he hurried to the tree line, “Ok!  I’ll see you in a while, Vinny!”
    Vintwa grumbled and started to conjure dry wood for a fire, “I hate that nickname.”
    Jatha leaped into the foliage.  Scaling up a tree he leapt to another one, trying to stay quiet as he did so.  After a few minutes of practice he figured out how to leap from tree to tree silently.  Moving through the jungle amongst the treetops, the bear scanned the ground below looking for a creature that looked tasty.  He found snakes, brightly colored birds, and several varieties of small rodent like creatures, but he passed them over looking for something with a bit more meat.  Finally, as he hung from a large palm tree, he spied a boar like creature snuffling about at the edge of a creek.  Gulping nervously, he braced himself against the tree and leapt down to the jungle floor, next to the boar.  His claws flashed and it died with a squeal.
    Clicking his claws together Jatha wondered if they would be sharp enough to skin the beast.  He ran the tip of his index claw down the boar’s belly and was pleased when the hide sliced easily and the guts spilled out.  Using his claw, Jatha cut the skin away and pulled the guts out.  He cut the hooves of with difficulty.  His claws were sharp but lacked the serrated edge to make cutting through bone easy.  Once he was done he dug a quick hole and buried the hide, guts and hooves.  Then, slinging the carcass across his back, he headed back towards the beach.
    As he made his way through the jungle, Jatha gazed at the lush foliage that surrounded him.  Plants of every description spawned from all directions.  It was very beautifully but compared to sailing through the tree tops it was slow going.  He’d made it most of the way back to the beach when he stopped.  A sound had caught his attention and he looked about trying to locate its source.  His pupils dilated when they landed on a mud ball hanging from a nearby tree.  The ball had opening from which bees swarmed in and out.
    “Honey!” he breathed as he dropped the pig and climbed up to where the hive hung.  Using a sharp claw to release it from the tree he caught it in his paw, angering the occupants as he slid back to the ground.  The bees swarmed around him, covering the arm that held the hive.  He couldn’t tell if it was because of his thick hair or maybe his thick hide, but if they stung him he didn’t feel it.  Grinning like a junkie he punched a hole in  the top of the hive and dug out a piece of the comb.  His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he slurped down the delicious nectar.  He could have stood there all day but he didn’t want to let the meat spoil so he hoisted the pig onto his back again and set out for the cove.
    Vintwa had a steady fire going in a pit surrounded by stones as Jatha broke out of the jungle.  As the god looked up he rolled his eyes, “I see you found your Substance.”
    Jatha dropped the pig next to the fire and licking his claws after dipping them into the hive, “Substance?”  The bees swarmed all over him.
    Vintwa shook his head, “Leave!” he intoned in a voice that filled the air, sand and waters.  The bees all took off for the jungle.  Presumably to build another hive.
    “Every Fendie race has one,” said the god in a more normal voice. “A Substance is something that a Fendie cannot resist.  It’s like an addiction.  For monkey Fendie it’s bananas, for killer whales it’s fish, and for you it’s honey. 
    “Some Substance addictions are harmless, like monkeys and bananas.  Others, not so much.  Take sharks for instance.  Blood drives them crazy.  You don’t want to be near a shark Fendie that goes into a blood craze. 
    “Others make relations between some Fendie races…difficult.  A house cat Fendie for instance loves mice.  Even though they can restrain themselves, this can make things a tad uncomfortable for the mice Fendie.”
    Jatha nodded as he munched happily away at the comb, “So it’s not all sunshine and rainbows for the Fendie.”
    Vintwa shook his head as he gripped the boar and spit it through with a sharp stick he had waiting.  Setting the beast onto the spit forks he had placed at each end of the fire he began to roast it.
    “How did you skin and clean it by the way?” Vintwa asked as he looked curiously at the dark flesh of the pig.
    “You mean you don’t know?” Jatha returned with mild surprise, “I thought gods were omniscient?”
    Vintwa looked thoughtful for a second, “Ah, I see, you used your claws.  I hadn’t realized they were that sharp.  I am omniscient as far as anything on this island goes, but I choose not to be aware of all my knowledge at once.  It’s boring, knowing everything at all times.  Instead I use a system kind of like your own memory.  My conscious mind deals with everything in front of me.  If I want some other piece of information I just have to pull it out of my subconscious.”
    “Then why did you have to ask me?”
    Vintwa smiled as he turned the spit, “I didn’t have to.  Conversation, I haven’t had anyone to talk to in centuries remember?”
    Jatha nodded musing, “So, even though, on this island you are omniscient and omnipotent, you put rules and limitations on yourself.”
    Vintwa nodded, “That’s right.”
    “Why?”
    Vintwa shrugged, “Boredom.  It’s like when you mortals play games.  You place rules on yourself in order to have fun.  If you broke a rule in a ballgame then you might be able to defeat your opponent but it would make victory less satisfying and therefore less fun.”
    Jatha nodded as he licked his fingers, “So who is the opponent in your game, Vinny?”
    The old god sighed, “Monotony.  That is my enemy.  I’ve been able to handle everything that the outside world has thrown at my Vii, but the years get to be so boring it sometimes brings me to tears.”
    Jatha looked at his lonely friend and his heart ached a little.  Setting the comb down for a second he walked up behind Vintwa and wrapped him in a big, hairy and somewhat sticky hug, “You don’t have to be lonely anymore.  At least not for a while.  I’m here for you to play with.”
    Vintwa shuddered as he felt the bear’s cock resting against his ass, “We’re going to have to get you some clothes.  It’s too bad you buried the boar’s hide.  We could have used it to make you some.”
    Jatha rubbed his member against the boy’s rump, “Why do I need clothes?  Bears don’t wear clothes.  Hear have some honey.”
    Vintwa smiled and licked some nectar from the offered claw, “Bears don’t wear clothes but Fendie do.  And besides you’re way too distracting without clothes.  I’m trying not to burn the boar here, ya know.”
    Jatha laughed and let his friend go, “That sounded like some dirty metaphor.”
    Vintwa stuck his tongue out, “Maybe it was.”
    Jatha chuckled as he returned to his honey comb, “So if you want me to wear clothes, then why did you burn my others?”
    “They were human made.  Vii would have eventually shredded them to bits anyway.”
    “Ah.  Why does she hate humans anyway?”
    Vintwa shrugged, “It’s a mystery even to me.  It’s just always been that way since Vii was formed and I was conceived.  No human who has stayed here for more than a day has survived.  Though, given the usual types that land here I can’t say I blame her.”
    Jatha cocked his head curiously, “What kind of humans have tried to land here?”
    “You’re an exception,” said Vintwa, “Usually it’s pirates or a fleet of ships bearing an invading army bent on taming the Ros sea.  That never succeeds.  The islands are too independent, wild, and unpredictable for that.  Here let me have some of that honey to use as a glaze for the meat.”
    As he handed over a piece of comb Jatha felt something close to jealousy.  As weird as that seemed he couldn’t help feeling a little resentful at having to give up some of his precious nectar.  He was going to have to work on controlling his Substance addiction he realized. 
    To take his mind off of it he asked, “So do all gods put themselves under rules?”
    Vintwa shook his head as he basted the boar with the honey, “Many do, but not all.  Some rule their territories with an iron will.  That can be a problem, especially when more than one god occupies the same territory.  That’s what ‘Holy Wars’  are made of.”
    Jatha nodded.  The pig was soon done cooking and they took turns ripping hot strips meat from it’s carcass.  It was delicious with the honey flavoring gazed over the crispy outside.
    As they sat in the sand and ate Vintwa produced two knives encased in leather sheathes, “Here, I don’t know how much use they’ll be now, but you’re welcome to them.”
    Jatha’s eyes widened as he took the blades and unsheathed them.  They were a set.  Both had white whalebone handles wrapped in fine leather with designs embossed around them.  The blades were of Ros steel, hard and strong.  They were both about seven inches in blade length.  That’s where their similarities ended, though.  One had a straight edge blade the curved drastically upwards at the tip.  The other had a wicked looking serrated edge that ran evenly till the back curved down to meet it at the tip, making it look more like a small saw.
    Jatha looked to Vintwa, “What are they for?”
    Vintwa shrugged, “When you said you wanted to do your own hunting, I thought you might like a skinning blade and a blade to saw through cartilage and bone.  But you don’t have to take them now that your claws seem perfectly capable of doing the work…”
    Jatha grinned and set the blades down so he could reach over and give Vintwa a quick hug, “They’re perfect!  Thank you.  I actually had a little trouble getting through the leg bones of the pig so the serrated blade will help a lot.  And the straight edge will come in handy at times I’m sure.”
    Vintwa grinned and returned the hug, “I’m pleased you like them.”
    After they broke the hug Jatha picked up the blades again, “Did you make them?”
    Vintwa shook his head, “No.  Things wash ashore here or get left occasionally.  I keep them in a secret stash.”
    Jatha nodded, “I’m guessing they’re not human made then since Vii hates all things human.”
    Vintwa chuckled, “Good guess.  No, they are of a Fendie make.  I’m not sure which individual made them but they are of exceptionally fine make.”
    Jatha nodded.  They continued eating until, both the pig and the honey were gone.  Jatha looked about thinking of what to do next.
    Gesturing to the cliff base he had noted earlier, he asked Vintwa, ”What do you think?  Think that’ll make a good place to build a house?”
    Vintwa nodded, “As good a place as any, I suppose.  You have any idea how you’re going to build it?”
    Jatha frowned, “I’ve got a couple ideas, but it won’t be anything fancy.  I’m not much of a carpenter and besides I have no tools.”
    Vintwa grinned and started to rush off into the jungle, “Wait here!  I’ll be right back!”
    While Vintwa was gone, Jatha examined the base of the cliffs.  The rock face overhung  the sandy floor by at least thirty feet.  The ground was nice and level and the sand was only a thin layer over equally flat stone.  He would be able to build a sturdy structure here.
    Soon, Vintwa returned, carrying a bone handled axe and a chest of carpenters tools.  Tossing them onto the sandy beach he called out, “Here ya go, Jatha!  These should make things a bit easier.”
    Jatha looked over the tools.  There wasn’t much there, but Vintwa was right, they would make building a shelter much easier.  He grinned at his friend, “More Fendie relics?”
    The island god grinned back, “What can I say?  They’re of a pretty sturdy make.  Certain clans of the Fendie tend to make things to last.”
    Jatha picked up the axe, “Well, I guess first things first.  We need some trees to make building materials.”
    Vintwa nodded, “I’ll stay here and set up a station to work the materials over when you haul them in.”
    Jatha bounded back to the jungle edge and chose a straight and likely looking tree and began hacking away at its base.  Once it was down he hauled it back to Vintwa and then rushed back to find another tree.  The god busied himself stripping bark and branches and then split the trunk down to create boards, using the Fendie carpenter tools and a bit of his godly powers. 
    The two work at it the rest of the day, gathering raw materials and refining them to make good building materials.  Once night fell and they decided to take a break until the next day, the boys lay together next to the warm fire, under the cool night sky.  They made love, the island god mounting the blue bear as they both sent cries of passion over the flowing tide waters.  After they were done, they rested in each others arms until they drifted off into a blissful sleep.

    Over the next few months, the two boys worked, establishing a routine as the beach hut slowly took shape.  First a platform anchored to the solid rock beneath the sand was built.  Then a frame and walls rose up.  After three months the shelter was complete.  It had three rooms and a porch.  The roof wasn’t much but the over hanging cliff above them would keep most of the weather away. 
    As they built the shelter, Jatha often went exploring.  He covered a lot of Vii.  Trekking and climbing over the terrain, he found many wonders.  When he would return to the camp site Vintwa would tell him the names of the places he had been.  Places like Delwin Lake, which was surrounded by Delwin Marsh.  He could always find his way by finding the Trell River that ran the length of Vii.  He learned that the mountain they had stayed on was called Trell Mountain and that the lake at it’s base was called Trell Lake.   Trell Lake was the source of Trell River and if he traveled down it he would encounter several smaller lakes by the names of Tre Lake, Trip Lake, and Troc Lake.  These and more, the boy explored as he and Vintwa busied themselves building a home in what was now being called Jatha Cove. 
    Every night they made love, the young bear submissive and eager to learn from the old god.  They loved each other, but as friends rather than mates.  Jatha thrilled in each new experience and had an undeniable affection for the affable island god but he knew deep down that there was something more for him.  He tried to tell himself he was in love with his friend, but something inside always told him otherwise.
    The months passed.  Winter was only a slightly cooler and much wetter tropic that came and went.  The shelter became a home and filled with whatever comforts the boys could fill it with, a bed, chairs, a table, tools for cooking and other things.  A fire pit was built in one of the rooms so that it soon became known as the kitchen.  The boys settled into a fairly easy and comfortable existence, happy in each others company.
    But Jatha always had a feeling that he was in the wrong place.  Like there was something else for him out there. 

The Rosian Deep - Chapter 2 A Mountain of Discoveries

Chapter 2:  A Mountain of Discoveries

    Jatha blinked.  His eyes were crusty but he felt very well rested.  It was at this point that he first noticed something weird.  His hands were covered in blue fur.  Wait, no, not hands….paws.  He stared dumbly at his short hairy digits for some minutes trying to figure out if he were still asleep,
    That’s when a bright, cheerful, voice called from above, “Morning!   About time you woke up, sleepy head!”
    Startled, Jatha  lurched from his shelter and tumbled over the tree roots he had been resting between.  As he lay dazed on his back he looked up to see a boy crouched on the limb above.  He was grinning down at Jatha, a mischievous look plastered to his youthful face.  He wore crude leather clothes and his bright red hair was a wild mess atop his freckly visage.
    “Who are you?!” gasped Jatha.
    “Don’t you recognize me?!” the boy grinned, “It’s me, Vintwa!”
    Jatha gasped as it all came crashing back to him, “But, you don’t look like the Vintwa I met yesterday.”
    The island god gave him a patronizing look, “I’m a god, genius.  Don’t you think I’d have the ability to shape shift?  I made you look like the cutest fuzzy blue bear there ever was.”
    Jatha looked down at his body.  Lifting up his shirt, he discovered that he was covered in deep cerulean blue fur, except for an upside down silver rainbow crest that covered his chest.  He looked up at Jatha, “But I…when….?  How did you….?”
    Vintwa chuckled, his voice was different but Jatha could still detect some of the  same qualities in it, “I transformed you last night when you slept, and I just read your last thoughts before you drifted off and decided to make you a Bear Fendie.  A sun bear to be exact.  It was either that or let the island smother you in your sleep.  Which she really wanted to do.”
    Jatha looked warily around at the surrounding foliage, “Thanks.”
    Vintwa grinned, “No problem, friend.  Now don‘t you want to check your self out?  Come on, this stream leads to a small lake.  Best mirror on Vii.”
    Jatha nodded and started to head up stream.  Vintwa kept pace with him by leaping from tree limb to tree limb.  After a while he looked down at the struggling sun bear and asked him curiously, “Why don’t you travel the tree tops with me?  It would be much faster.”
    Jatha looked up at him and then back down to his furry paw.  The palm was the only part of it that wasn’t covered in short, sleek fur.  He still had five digits arranged like human fingers, but they were short, thick and stubby.  He looked up at his new friend and showed him his paws, “These don’t look very good for climbing…”
    Vintwa grinned, “My you have a lot to learn about being a sun bear.  Try tensing your finger tips.”
    Puzzled, Jatha did as suggested and yelped in surprise as ten long and scary looking claws slid through openings in his fingertips making his digits now just slightly longer than his human fingers had been.  He looked up at Vintwa with his mouth hanging open in surprise.
    Vintwa laughed, “Go ahead try them out.”
    Grinning, Jatha gripped his claws around the same tree that Vintwa hung from and started to climb.  In only a few seconds his limber and powerful limbs carried him up next to the island god.  They grinned at each other.
    “Real sun bear claws don’t retract like that do they?”  Jatha asked.
    Vintwa shook his head, “No.  You will find that you differ in many ways from either humans or sun bears.  It’s like you have pieces of both as well as a few completely new aspects thrown in.  Welcome to the life of a Fendie!”
    Vintwa leapt from his branch to the next tree and motioned for Jatha to follow suit.  The bear boy gulped, but wedged his feet against the trunk of the tree.  He could feel the new power in his legs.  He used it to thrust away from the tree and vault himself over to the other tree.  As he neared the trunk he reached out and captured a heavy branch in his claws and hung there grinning at Vintwa.
    “I could get used to this,” Jatha laughed.
    The god smiled, “I thought you might.  Now, come on.  We have a lake to get to.”
    The two boys swung and leapt from tree to tree.  Vintwa almost floating from branch to branch while Jatha used the full range of his new body’s limber muscles.  They covered several miles very quickly before they reached a mountain that rose higher into the sky than Jatha could see.  A lake rested at it’s base that was so  beautifully clear it held Jatha’s gaze for several moments before he dropped down to stand at its shore.
    In the crystal clear surface he gazed at the reflection of a being that was so foreign and yet still familiar to him.  He still had a button nose but it was attached to a short furry snout.  His eyes were they same silver as the crest on his chest but they held the same twinkling look as his old pair did.  His hair had become short sleek cerulean fur, while his ears were fuzzy and round.  He bared his teeth to reveal some evil looking canines.  His body looked very close to his former form, except for the blue fir that covered it.  He stripped off his shirt to reveal that, while his stomach still had fur, it was sparser and simply looked like a somewhat fuzzy human stomach.  He parted his fur in several places all over his body to find that the skin underneath was still human.  Curious, he took a peek in his pants and was relieved to find that he was basically the same down there, with just a tiny bit of fuzz.  His fur thickened again as it got to his legs and stayed that way until it reached down to his feet, the soles of which were bare.  His legs were slim but sleek and well muscled.  His feet were close to human but wider and when he tensed his stubby toes, claws similar to the ones in his hands appeared.  Over all, he looked like a blue human/bear, but still with his slim but slightly curvy form that gave him a bit of a feminine look. 
    He looked up to see Vintwa gazing intently at him.  As their eyes met Vintwa asked, “Well? What do you think?”
    Jatha found it hard to form words, “I…think…I don’t know.  I look different.”
    Vintwa looked disappointed, “You don’t like it…”
    Jatha shook his head, “No, Vintwa, it’s not like that.  I’m just so different now that I’m not sure what to think.”
    Vintwa nodded and then smiled shyly, “Well at least you’re still alive…”
    Jatha grinned and nodded, “Yes, there is that.  Thank you so much, Vin…I can’t keep calling you Vintwa.  My tongue bunches up every time.  I think I’ll call you……Vinny.”
    Vintwa suddenly looked flummoxed, “That is not my name,” he intoned, his voice dropping to a regal, godlike, decibel.
    Jatha stood with his hands on his hips, “Now, I know you don’t have much experience with having friends so here’s a lesson.  Friends can give their friends nicknames.  You don’t have to like it, but if we’re gonna be friends then I’m gonna call you Vinny.”
    Vintwa still looked flustered but instead of arguing he turned to the mountain said gruffly, “You want to try those claws on some rock?”
    Jatha looked at the massive peak.  It reached high into the sky and he was pretty sure he would be able to get a good view of all Vii from the top, “Yeah, sounds great!”
    The boys attacked the rock with enthusiasm.  Jatha was amazed at how swiftly he was able to scale it.  The stone felt different under his claws than the wood had but his long sharp claws easily found purchases in the crags.  He had never felt more secure climbing a height.
    The range was steep and lofty, though.  After several hours they were still only a quarter up.  As Jatha felt his new muscles begin to strain, Vintwa guided them to a small ledge wide enough for them to rest comfortably on.
    As they sat with their backs to the stone giant Jatha gazed in amazement at the view.  They could see for miles across the Ros Sea.  Not to mention the part of Vii on this side of the mountain.  Jatha gasped in amazement as he saw birds flying past, below them.
    “This is amazing, Vinny!,” he gushed.
    Vintwa smiled, “Once we get to the top, you will be able to see all of my wonderful Vii.”
    Jatha looked to his new friend, “You’re very proud of your island, aren’t you?”
    Vintwa nodded, “She is my first and foremost love.  Without her I would not exist and without me she would be vulnerable.  We complete each other.”
    Jatha looked down, “And yet you still get lonely?”
    Vintwa shrugged, “Everyone needs some conversation sometimes.  And as much as Vii has to offer, that is not one of her strong suits.  I am so happy,” he laid a hand over Jatha’s, “that you are here.” 
    Jatha blushed as Vintwa held his hand.  He looked up as the god moved his thumb over the sleek furred back of the paw.  The two boys gazed at each other’s eyes for a few moment before Vintwa asked, “So what has you’re life been like, Jatha?  Tell me about yourself.”
    Jatha gulped as his new friend continued to caress his hand, “Well, I have a sister and brother.  Both younger than me.  They’re with my parents on that ship headed for Turland.”
    “What was your homeland like?”
    Jatha shrugged, “Cities.  Civilization.  Boring mostly.  My dad was a factory worker.  He saved up enough to get us on one of the immigration ships.  It was going to be an exciting new life.  But then…”
    Vintwa patted his hand, “Then you fell overboard.”
    Jatha nodded.  A tear formed in his eye.  The memory was so fresh that it still hurt.
    Vintwa asked softly, “How did that happen again?”
    More tears flowed down Jatha’s cheek, “There were these sailors.  I thought they were my friends…”  He told Vintwa everything that happened.  Vintwa scooted closer to him and put his arms around him in a comforting embrace.
    “You’re safe now, Jatha,” he promised. “While you are on this island, no one can hurt you like that again.”
    Jatha turned his head to look at his friend and caught his breath as he found his lips to be only a few inches from Vintwa’s. 
    The god smiled as he held his friend’s gaze, “You want to kiss me, don’t you?”
    Jatha gulped and blushed, “How did you know?”
    “I’m a god, Jatha.  I can look into your soul and see your innermost desires.  Even the ones you yourself haven’t quite figured out yet.”
    Jatha looked down and clicked his claws together nervously, “I’ve never even thought about being with another boy that way.  I mean I know some males prefer each other but it never occurred to me that I would do that.  Not until those men…”
    Vintwa captured Jatha’s chin in his fingers and drew his gaze back to his own, “I’m not like those other men, Jatha.  I will never force you.  You will always have a choice.” 
    Jatha’s lower lip quivered as he whispered, “Ok…”
    Vintwa’s lips quirked up a little as he leaned forward only slightly and captured Jatha’s lips with his own.  The bear moaned into his mouth as their tongues met and they kissed with all the pent up passion that a teenage boy and a god with centuries worth of loneliness can employ.
    Hundreds of feet above the most beautiful island in the world, two boys held each other and made out while the Ros Sea broke on the sunny shore beneath them and the jungle teamed with wildlife.  Vibrant birds passed near them as they maneuvered through billowing, silver, clouds.  The god assuaging years of loneliness while the boy gave himself to the new sensations that flooded his furry young body. 
    As Jatha moved his lips against Vintwa’s he marveled at how different, how new it felt.  He had been with girls before but this was nothing like that, and yet somehow the same.  It almost felt as though something inside him was suddenly set free and he could feel everything to its fullest.  The soft skin that covered Vintwa’s wild boyish lips brushed across his own, awakening such sensations that Jatha almost cried from what could only be described as relief.  It wasn’t completeness, but it was close.  So very close. 
    Eventually, Vintwa broke the dance that their tongues had been skillfully executing and giggled as he rose to grip the rock wall once more, “Race ya.”
    Jatha scrambled to catch up with him as the boys scaled the precipice at nearly break neck speed.  This time, as they climbed, Jatha wasn’t so much exploring his new strengths and abilities as testing them.  His muscles strained as he crab crawled up the rock and leapt from crag to crag.  With the exhilarating energy of newfound discoveries, it took Jatha less time to scale the remaining three quarters of the mountain than it had the first quarter.  Vintwa, of course, easily kept pace.
    Once they made the top Jatha gazed about him in awe.  It was like they were on top of the world.  All of Vii stretched out below them, as well as the Ros Sea that spread out in all directions.  In the distance he thought he could make out other islands.  Jatha laughed an exhilarating laugh as he spread his arms and shouted out his exuberance to the magnificence that surrounded him.
    As he turned to Vintwa, who had been watching him with a maniacal grin on his face, he asked, “How many islands are there in this sea?”
    Vintwa shrugged and grinned, “I’m not sure.  My sight is limited to the area around Vii.  But I’ve heard it’s somewhere around two score or so.”
    Jatha nodded, “I haven’t been to any of them but I have no doubt that your’s is the best.”
    Vintwa smiled gratefully as he took Jatha into his arms for a moment to kiss him.  They were standing on a spacious ledge in front of a cave built into the side of the mountain.  The stone surface of the ledge was smooth and clear, obviously not a natural formation.
    Jatha sighed as they finished the kiss, looking around he could see every part of the island.  The stream he had followed to the mountain’s base had disappeared for the foliage, but he could still tell where it was.  As he gazed around, Jatha could see several small lakes, another, smaller mountain, as well as a large river that seemed to connect a few of the lakes before it found its way to the sea.
    They sat on the ledge, their legs swinging over the edge as they talked.  Vintwa told Jatha stories of his island.  About the many times he had had to defend her.  About pirates, tsunamis, hurricanes, even an ice age.  Jatha responded with stories of his childhood.  Of the city and land where he grew up.  Of playing amongst the alleys and abandoned buildings with his friends.  Of his family and how they had lived in a small one bedroom flat.
    The afternoon turned to evening and the evening turned to night as the sky became  a clear black canvas adorned with spark like stars and celestial beings in the form of distant planets and moons.  After a while, the boys tired of stargazing and Vintwa suggested they go into the cave.  As they entered, Jatha was surprised to find that the cave was simply a hollowed out part of the mountain with skins and soft plants making a nice carpet.  In the center there was a pit with a roaring fire and in a corner there was a comfortable looking .pile of animal skins.
    Jatha smiled as he looked around, “This is amazing!  How did this cave get here?  And how did you get this stuff up here?”
    Vintwa waggled his tongue playfully, “Hello!  I’m a god, you little boy.  There’s not much I can’t do on this island.”
    Jatha laughed as he drew close to Vintwa and kissed him, “I’m beginning to see that, Vinny.”
    Vintwa grumbled at him as he pushed Jatha to the stone wall, pressing him up against it, “I told you, I don’t like that nickname!”
    Jatha giggled, “Hey, I’m the one that’s supposed to do the growling!  I‘m a bear after all.”
    Their lips met in a playful kiss before Vintwa growled, “Not tonight.  Let me teach you, pretty boy!”
    Jatha gasped as Vintwa unclasped his pants and let them fall down around his furry legs.  A smile crept into his lips as he breathed, “Yes, please teach me, Vinny!”  and stripped his shirt off.  Vintwa tossed the clothes into the fire and stripped off his own leathers.  The boys stood, naked, as Vintwa pressed Jatha up against the wall.
    Reaching down, Vintwa gripped Jatha’s member in his hand and stroked it.  The bear boy gasped and started to moan as he kissed the god’s face, neck and mouth.  Moaning back, Vintwa pressed closer forcing Jatha’s legs to part as he slid his rod between them resting it along the bear boys’ taint.
    “You want to find out what it’s like to be fucked?” the god whispered into Jatha’s ear.  Jatha could feel the rod resting at his backdoor.
    Jatha nodded, “Oh yes Vinny!” as he wrapped first one leg and then the other around his lover’s waist, supporting himself on Vintwa’s hips and the stone wall, his hard cock resting like a hot iron against the god’s bare stomach. 
    Vintwa chuckled, “You’ve never had anything back there?”
    Jatha started to look a little worried, “No…”
    Vintwa nodded, “It’s ok, we’ll just have to get you ready.”
    Vintwa stuck two fingers into Jatha’s mouth, stroking them back and forth as the boy sucked on them.  Then he brought them down to poke against the bear’s anus.  Jatha’s lower lip tightened up as he felt the first finger poke at his hole.  He cried out as it popped in, aided by his saliva.  His mouth stayed open and he breathed heavily as Vintwa stroked his asshole with his finger eventually adding the other wet finger to it as he opened up the puckered hole.  Jatha’s eyes lit up as he began to enjoy it, his cock throbbing as he was finger fucked.
    Jatha moaned as the fingers were removed, “No, please, more, Vinny, please!”
    Vintwa grinned as he lined up his shaft, “Oh yes, love,  here’s more!”
    Jatha’s moaning scream filled the chamber as Vintwa entered him, popping a mushroom like head into his tight hole.  He cried for joy as the god worked more and more of his rod into him.  When he was completely sheathed inside, Vintwa began to slide in and out, fucking his new friend as Jatha helped by gyrating his butt over the shaft.  The boys humped back and forth in sync.  Their hips bucking as Jatha clung to Vintwa and squealed and moaned girlish cries over the god’s shoulder.  Meanwhile Vintwa grunted as he fucked the boy fast and hard.
    Outside, the sounds of their love making floated on the breeze and out into the night sky as the boys lost themselves to their lust.  After a while, the boys moved to the bed of skins where Vintwa bent Jatha over onto his hands and knees as he rode him.  Their bodies moved together eliciting orgasm after screaming orgasm.  Eventually, they ended up with Jatha curled up in Vintwa’s arms as the god held him like his very own teddy bear.

The Rosian Deep - Chapter 1 An Island and it's God

Chapter 1:  An Island and it’s God



    Jatha squirmed.  The men who held him just chuckled and touched their crotches.  A tear fell down the boy’s cheek as another cock was forced down his throat.
    Jatha Thrathirum’s family were immigrants headed for the newly discovered sub-continent of Turland.  The five master they had book passage on was packed with hundreds of other families just like them.  People seeking freedom, adventure, opportunity.  They had started out with such hopes.
    That was five months before.  After so long at sea everyone was tired, bored and the confined space of the large but not large enough ship was beginning to close in on them.  They still had months of sailing to go, but even the sailors were beginning to fray at the edges.
    Jatha’s parents had warned him to stay close in a ship with so many strangers.  But the fourteen year old boy found it hard to sit still for too long.  Against his family’s  advice he had begun to explore the ship.  He now spent his days scaling the railings and rigging of the vessel, much to the amusement of the sailors.  They tolerated him at first and soon began to view the affably cheerful boy as the ship’s mascot.  
    Months at sea would make just about any man antsy though, and a few of the sailors had begun to notice how soft and innocent Jatha looked, with his supple brunette hair framing his face, and his small button nose, dimply infectious smile, and the way his form curved slightly in just the right places.  He was almost feminine. 
    At first Jatha had thought their suggestive comments and occasional cupping and touching were just playful jokes.  He had never thought of himself as being attracted to other males.  Actually he had never thought of it at all.  But then one evening a group of three sailors had grabbed him and carried him down in one of the storage holds.  At first he thought they were just having a joke with him, but then they started to touch him and caress him in a manner that made him uncomfortable. 
    When the first penis appeared before him he gasped, “No, please!  I don’t want to!”  It didn’t matter to his captors.  They had been so long without female companionship that even a somewhat feminine boy was just what they needed.  Jatha’s mouth was held open as he was made to service the shaft of man meat.  His delicate young lips stretched over it as it slid back and forth, forcing itself deeper into his virgin throat.  When it finally throbbed out its seed he was forced to swallow all of it before another was shoved down his abused gullet. 
    His tears fell freely and apparently invisibly to the men who were taking advantage of him.  As the second man came and filled him with hot liquid, Jatha felt a corresponding coldness form in his belly.  A determination that spread to fill his being as the now soft member was pulled from his mouth.
    Appearing to become pliant and willing he smiled up at them and reached for the third man’s rod.  The man smiled back at him and moaned as the boy stroked his shaft, running one had up and down its length while the other slipped down to cup his balls.  The man smiled enthusiastically at the boy they were using.  His smile froze, however, and his lips parted in a scream as Jatha squeezed and twisted his scrotum.  The men stared, momentarily shocked as their fellow crumpled backwards in pain, his hands reaching protectively for his crotch. 
    Taking advantage of their shock, Jatha bolted for the hatch that led to the deck.  He barely cleared it before the men recovered and lunged after him.  They chased him across the deck, but they were unable to catch the nimbler youth as he scaled over the railing to the back of the ship and began to make his way around one of the cabins.  The sailors knew the ship well though, and split up as they tried to head him off.   Jatha clung to the railing behind the cabin, feeling the spray of the ocean directly behind him as he pondered what to do next.  He began to panic as the men appeared on either side of him and began to make their way to him.  Looking around frantically Jatha could not find a means of escape.  Looking down the wild ocean waves seemed to reach for him.  He clung tighter to the railing, however, it was wet and slippery from the constant spray and as the men reached him, he kicked out, trying to fend them off.  As his foot made contact with the sailor his other foot slipped on the slick wood.  As he fell he tried to grip the railing but could not keep his purchase and he simply fell back into the cold water below.  The ship kept sailing on.  Even when his parents would realize he was missing , the captain would never turn around and search for one foolish boy.
   
    As he bobbed in the waves, Jatha moaned.  Great, what am I going to do now, he thought.  He was stuck, floating on the largest ocean in the world with no land in sight.  Fear crept into him, freezing his limbs.  He began to sink,  the water closed over his head making him splutter back to the surface.  He rode the massive swells of the ocean, despair sinking into his heart. 
    Suddenly he felt something touch his leg.  He screamed, his vocal cords ripping out a shrill girlish shriek.  He was certain he was about to be eaten by some sea creature.  But, just when he was about to start kicking in desperation, two pairs of flippers lifted him up, making it easier for him to breath and float on the ocean surface.  He gasped in supreme shock as whatever strange creatures were attached to the flippers began to carry him forward in a direction he wasn’t even sure of.  He tried to see what kind of creatures were helping him but all he could make out were dark blurry shapes beneath the water.
    The creatures built speed until he was fairly flying through the surface of the ocean.  They traveled all night and a good part of the morning next day until a very weary Jatha was deposited in the shallows of a beach.  Looking back he finally caught of the creatures before they disappeared into the waves.  They were sea lions.  Jatha shook his head, too tired to wonder why sea lions would rescue him.
    Turning back to the beach he found himself staring in wonder at what appeared to be the most beautiful island he had ever seen.  Trees and other plants of every shape and color grew profusely at the end of the beach.  He had little time to admire the beauty around him, however, as his eyes came to rest on an old man with a staff standing on the sand between him and the foliage, staring at him.
    The old man didn’t just look old.  He looked ancient.  His long white beard flowed to the sand beneath his feet.  His skin was dark and gnarled and he leaned heavily on the thick staff he carried.  His eyes though, were clear and of an undefined color.
    The two stood gazing at one another, ocean water washing back and forth past Jatha’s knees.  Finally the old man lifted a gnarled hand and beckoned.  Swallowing nervously, Jatha waded out of the surf and came to stand only a few feet from him.
    The old man spoke in a deep throaty voice, “This is Vii, the most beautiful island in the Ros Sea.  I am its god, Vintwa.  Who are you, and how have you come here?”
    Jatha gulped, Ros Sea?  He had been in the Belnar Ocean.  The man was looking at him expectantly, though so he shakily said, “My name is Jatha Thrathirum.  I was bound to Turland with my family aboard a five masted schooner.  We’re immigrants.  I-I fell over board and a pair of sea lions, for some reason, bore me here.  Did you send them?”
    The old man shook his head, “No.  Maybe they liked you.  I know that they had no regard for me or they would have taken you elsewhere.  Humans are not allowed on Vii.”
    “But you are human,” pointed out Jatha.
    Vintwa shook his head, “No, as I told you I am the god of Vii.  I am certainly not human.”
    Jatha shifted nervously, “What do you mean ‘god‘?”
    The old man raised skeptical eyebrow, “I mean protector and guardian of this island.  Have you no gods where you come from?”
    Jatha shrugged, “Yes, but I’ve never met one and I’ve never known anyone who has.”
    Vintwa shrugged, “Now you have met one, but the issue still remains.  You are human, and humans are not allowed here.  You must leave.”
    Jatha looked nervously to the sea at his back, “But…how?”
    Vintwa shrugged again, “I do not know.  Swim, I suppose.”
    Jatha’s lower lip started to tremble, “B-but I’ll drown!  I can’t swim somewhere else!”
    Vintwa shifted uncomfortably.  He looked down at the trembling and soaked boy who had washed up on his shore.  He was not a hard hearted god, nor was he cruel.  But he also knew that the island would not tolerate a human presence, “That is your problem.  I cannot let you stay on Vii for long.  The island itself would rise up and kill you.”
    Jatha began to sob.  His exhausted body fell forward and he lay at Vintwa’s feet begging, “Please!  I can’t go anywhere!  I’m begging you!  If  you throw me off the island I’ll die anyway!  Please!  I’ll do anything!  Anything!”
    Vintwa gazed at the prostrate human boy at his feet and something twisted inside him.  He had long lived alone on the island.  It had, in fact, been centuries since another sentient being had stepped foot on Vii.  He had gotten used to it, but the loneliness seemed to always be there, an almost unconscious weight.  He realized he wanted Jatha to stay just as much as the boy.  Besides, it would plague him for several more centuries if he tossed the boy into the sea and he drowned.  He searched his memory for a solution.  Surely as god of Vii he had it in his power to help Jatha.  After all, what good was it being a god if you didn’t put your  power to good use once in a while.
    Jatha still lay sobbing at his feet as Vintwa asked, “Boy?”
    Jatha looked up.
    “Have you ever heard of the Fendie?”
    Jatha looked up, his eyes widening as he nodded.  The Fendie.  A people who were so rarely seen in his homeland that they were considered close to myth and legend.  A Fendie was a person who had taken on physical attributes of an animal.  Or they were an animal who had been born with a close to human form and human intelligence.  Many different theories existed but most agreed that the Fendie were a race of half-human, half-animal beings. 
    Vintwa smiled as he saw that Jatha knew of the Fendie, “Well, the Fendie are allowed on Vii.  Since they’re not human, strictly speaking.” 
    Jatha nodded looking slightly puzzled.
    Vintwa shifted uncomfortably again, “Well, how would you like to be one.”
    Jatha looked even more confused, “Um, how?”
    “Why, I’d transform you of course,” Vintwa gave the boy a bemused smile.
    Jatha rose into a sitting position, “You can do that?”
    Vintwa grinned fiercely and spread his arms in a grand gesture, “Of course!  I am Vintwa! God of all Vii!  While on this island there is nothing I cannot do!”
    Jatha gazed in awe as the old man suddenly seemed to loom larger than he had been a moment before.  His eyes blaze with a white hot light and his voice boomed across the beach and sea.
    Jatha decided not to doubt him.
    The though of becoming a Fendie, troubled him though.  He would be leaving his old self behind and become something other than human.  He liked who he was.  What if he ever managed to get back to his family?  What would they think about his change? 
    Jatha shook his head.  He had no choice.  If he stayed human he would never see his family again anyway.  He looked up at the fearsome island god.
    “Ok…Ok, I’ll do it.  You can turn me into a Fendie.”
    Vintwa smiled down at him, “Excellent!  But in exchange for me allowing you to stay I will require something of you.”
    Jatha gulped, “What?”
    Vintwa’s smile became a little sad as he explained, “I’ve lived on this island alone for so long.  It gets lonely.  If I let you stay, you must promise to be my friend.”
    Jatha suddenly felt pity for the god.  Vintwa suddenly didn’t seem ancient or intimidating.  Jatha could almost see him as lonely boy all alone on this island.  Never a friend to talk to till now. 
    He nodded, “I promise.  I’d be happy to be friends with you.”
    Vintwa grinned back happily, “Good!  I must leave now.  But I will return later.  Feel free to explore my magnificent Vii.  The island will not harm you today.  But I will have to transform you by tomorrow.”
    Jatha gasped in amazement as the old man suddenly disappeared in a gust of wind.  He looked about searching in vain for signs of him.  Suddenly he heard a voice as if whispered from a passing breeze, “Consider what species you wish to be.”
    Jatha gulped.  Vintwa must really be a god, or a magician.  In any case he now had very little doubt as to his power. 
    As he walked along the beach, Jatha considered the god’s parting words.  What species of Fendie did he want to be?  He had heard that theoretically there were as many subspecies of Fendie as there were species of animals.  He could be anything:  cat, dog, goat, snake, fish, camel.  He could tell this was going to take some thought.  He decided to take Vintwa’s advice and explore while he considered his options.
    Vii looked to be a fairly large island.  The beach stretched out of sight in either direction.  Jatha started walking.  He was exhausted but he needed to at least find some shelter before passing out.  Wearily he plodded up the beach.  He marveled at the varied vegetation that he could see through the jungle line.  He also dreaded having to trudge through it.  Their were so many colors.  He could see birds of every description flying among the branches.  He knew many of the species of both the plants and creatures, but there were just as many that he did not know.  Trees with trunks colored a normal brown or grey as well as more exotic varieties of scarlet red, yellow, even blue.  The leaves were even more varied in their bright colors.  Bushes that seemed to come alive and respond to each other and the creatures around them.  Almost as if they were intelligent.  One creature, Jatha could see watching him from the treeline, looked completely foreign to him.  It had orange fur, and a bear like head, but it moved close to the ground like a lizard.  As tired as he was, Jatha could not help but gaze at all the beautiful things there were to see as he trekked across the sand.
    After a couple miles he came across a large stream that was emptying into the ocean.  He tasted the water and found it to be fresh.  He drank his fill and rested on the bank.  The sun beat down and it soon became uncomfortable to lie under its gaze so he struck inland along the creek bank.  He figured if he was going to find shelter he would have a better chance deeper in the island. 
    As he trudged along he ran his mind over all the creatures he had ever heard of, as well as the ones he had seen from the beach.  He couldn’t make up his mind there were so many types out there, but he determined to make a decision before Vintwa returned.
    After walking several miles he was nearly at the end of his strength.  He could tell by the light that the sun was sinking closer to the horizon so he stopped at a fairly large tree near the bank of the stream.  It had large roots stick above the ground that stretched in all directions.  There was another kind of tree nearby that had thick multicolored leaves nearly as long as his arm and was wide as his body.  Breaking of a number of these  he made himself a very comfortable mattress between two of the large tree’s roots.  Then he collect some soft and pliable reeds from the creek and wove them into a large covering that would hopefully keep him warm and hide him from potential predators.
    As he lay down in his newly made shelter he kept going over all the animals he knew trying to make a decision.  As the last of the light disappeared and he drifted off remember a drawing he had seen once of a sun bear.  He had heard that they spent most of their lives in the trees.  His last waking thought was that he had always liked to climb. 
    The Island of Vii rumbled, knowing that a human slept within it.  No human had ever lasted more than a day on Vii, and that would never change.

Soulless Instinct - Chapter 2 Supper

Chapter 2
Supper


    The next day the blacksmith left to do more foraging.  Mila amused herself by finger fucking her daughter’s anus all morning then decided that she would see if there was anything interesting outside.  Her daughter’s screaming and sobbing was getting on her nerves.  So she explored the forest leaving Misha in the cave by herself.  She amused herself for hours by finding small animals and ripping them apart.
    Meanwhile, Misha was hungry so she ate some of the food from the store that the blacksmith kept.  Then she crawled into the nest and slept.  Her life had been turned upside down.  She dealt with the change in her mother and the loss of her dad in the same way most children do.  She accepted and adjusted. 
    She awoke to the sounds of the blacksmith moving about the cave.  He had just returned and added his findings to the food pile.  This done he looked around the cave for his new mate but all he found was Misha.  Mila had yet to returned.  When he reached for her Misha squealed and tried to run but he was too quick and caught her in his strong grip.  He pointed at his cock expectantly but Misha had no idea what he wanted.  Not willing to wait for her to figure it out he forced her head down to the rod and stuffed it into her mouth.  He couldn’t get much in but she finally got the idea and began to lick and suck at him.  She didn’t like it but she was afraid to stop so her soft little tongue slid over and around his growing erection.  She licked it like a piece of candy and sucked precum from the tip.  Finally he tired of the blow job.  He lifted her up, situated her pussy over his member, and slid her screaming four year old body down onto his long shaft.  She sobbed and screeched as he stood up and walked about the cave while using her as a cock sleeve to pump his cock. 
    Meanwhile, Mila had tired of torturing small animals and was on her way back to the cave.  As she drew near the entrance Misha’s screams reached her ears.   She smiled as she imagined what was happening to her baby.  Her mate met her at the entrance, Misha’s whimpering little body still impaled on his cock.  Mila almost came at the sight of her little daughter’s quivering little body being pumped up and down, her little legs dangling three feet above the ground, her eyes glazed over in the painful pleasure that wracked her body.  Mila was instantly with them, smothering Misha between them as she leaned in to kiss her mate.  After a long kiss she guided them to the nest and made the blacksmith lie on his back.  She then gripped Misha around her little waist and savagely continued to pump her mates cock with her daughter’s body.  After a few minutes the blacksmith finally roared out his orgasm as his seed spewed up into Misha.  Grinning happily, Mila pulled her daughter off and leaned down to suck off the juices that covered his cock.  Then she brought Misha’s little cunt to her mouth and slurped out as much of her mate’s and daughter’s juices as she could.  Then she dropped Misha to the side and jumped onto her mate and they proceeded to violently fuck. 
    As they fucked Misha looked at what the blacksmith had brought home.  It was an old, unconscious, naked woman.  As Misha stared at her, the old woman woke up.  Her eyes were clear and she looked around her in panic.  When she caught sight of the violently fucking couple her eyes went wide with fear and she rushed to her feet and was about to race out of the cave when she noticed little Misha sitting on the floor, crying.  The old woman couldn’t make herself move as she took in the little girl’s clear blue eyes.  With a nervous glance at the rutting pair on the ‘bed’ she reached down and picked up the sobbing four year old and made a dash for the door.  She didn’t get more than a couple steps, however, before the blacksmith threw Mila down and quickly blocked the exit.  The old woman screamed and backed away.
    “Don’t hurt me, please!  I wouldn’t be good to eat!  I promise!  I’m to old and tough!”  She collapsed on the floor and sobbed with the little girl she was holding.
    Her sobs grew louder as the blacksmith advanced on them till he towered over their quaking, naked forms.  Bending down he pointed at the old woman.
    “You.  Stay.”  He pointed at Misha, “Feed her.”  Then he gestured to himself and Mila who was stalking around him on all fours, “Us too.”
    Mila gripped the terrified old woman and sank her teeth into her neck with a growl.  The woman screamed as  Mila sucked her blood and ground her cunt against her backside.
    The blacksmith reached down and yanked Mila off of her, “Not yet.”
    As the ferocious couple went back to rutting wildly,  with the blacksmith slamming Mila into the stone wall as he stabbed into her ass, the old woman crawled sobbing to the back of the cave, dragging Misha with her.  When they were as far back as the cave allowed the old woman sat with Misha cradled in her arms, a small trickle of blood dripping down her chest.
    “What’s your name, little one?”  the old woman asked as she nervously eyed the front of the cave.
    Misha sniffled as she was starting to recover from her recent rape, “M-Misha…”
    The old woman smiled at her, “That’s a pretty name.  My name is Setcha.  How did you get here, Misha?”
    The little girl sniffed back a tear and pointed to the rutting couple, “The big bad man came to our farm and stole me and Mama.”
    Setcha nodded, “And is that your Mama over there with him?”
    Misha nodded miserably, “She’s mean now, like him.  S-she does things to me and makes me do things for him.”
    The old woman sighed and turned her eyes to the little girl, “They’re Soulless  Ones now, child.  Part of the Purge.  It’s like a sickness that is spreading further and further south.  It turns good people into nothing but animals.  Makes them forget all decency and think only of their own instinctual needs.  That is no longer the Mama you knew, Misha.  She’s something else.”
    Misha whimpered, “W-will she ever get better?”
    Setcha shook her head, “The only cure is death.  Maybe someday the King’s men will come and put them down but that will be a long time from now.  I‘m sorry child, but those two animals over there will be your Mama and Papa from now on.”
    The girl shivered at the thought, “W-will you protect me now?”
    Setcha looked down at Misha with a mixture of pity and fear, “I’m so sorry, sweet child.  But I will not be lasting the night.  I cannot escape and they will soon cease their mating at remember me.  I am sorry but soon they will take me and I will either become one of them and start using you as well, or….more likely….they will use me as food.”
    Misha clung to Setcha fearfully, “Whyyyyyy?”
    Setcha soothed the little girl by hugging her and stroking her hair, “Because it’s who they are, child.  Promise me something.”
    Misha sniffled against the old woman’s breast, “W-what?”
    “You will not change for many years.  For some reason the Purge does not affect young children.  Those two see you as their cub, but if you resist them too much or annoy them too much, then they will eventually kill you too.  You must learn to see them as your parents and try to please them.  Do whatever they demand and try to become like them.  It may save your life.  Promise me, child, promise me that you will do this.”
    Misha nodded slowly, “O-ok.  I promise.”
    Setcha hugged her close and sang her a child’s song.  Setcha’s eye’s never stopped roaming the cave looking for a way out.  But she never found one.  Eventually, after one of Mila’s screaming orgasms, the blacksmith thrust her aside again and went outside.  Discarded yet again, Mila turned her milk white eye to the back of the cave.  Stalking back to where Setcha and Misha are hiding, she glared down at them. 
    Misha whimpered under her Mama’s angry stare and Setcha barely had time to give a frightened, “Please…” before Mila grabbed the old woman, spilling little Misha onto the floor, and dragged her to the bed.  Tears flowing down her cheeks, Misha followed them.  Setcha screamed as Mila began to grope and hump her.  The Purge woman pulled at her hanging tits and slid her cunt along Setcha’s frail hip.  The old woman shrieked as Mila sank her teeth into a tit and chewed.  Mila watched, petrified, as her mother ravaged the old woman.
    Suddenly Mila flipped Setcha onto her belly and spread her legs.  Grabbing a nearby leg bone, she worked the end into Setcha’s pussy, making the old woman grunt and groan as she was raped.  Looking over at her daughter, Mila grinned happily and handed her another bone.  Confused, Misha just stared at the white shaft in her hand.  Grunting in consternation, Mila pulled her closer and pointed at Setcha’s unused asshole.
    “Fuck.  Fun,” Mila grunted as she smiled and tried to get her daughter to join in on the rape. 
    Misha finally understood and tried to back away in horror, “No, Mama, please!  I don’t wanna!” 
    Mila growled angrily at her but it was Setcha who groaned out, “Do it child, ah!  R-remember what I told you!  Oh gods, eeeiiiiihhh!!!……Y-you, you must please her.  Do as your Mama tells you!  You promised!  Gah!!!!”
    Misha looked at the old woman writhing in pain and then at her Mama growling expectantly at her.  Timidly she came closer again.  As Setcha’s cunt was raped by Mila’s bone she place the end of her own bone against the old woman’s other hole.  Mila grunted with approval as she watched her daughter about to join her in raping their prey.  Setcha groaned and sobbed as Misha pushed at her back door with the gristle covered knob.  Her ass clenched reflexively so Misha had to use both hands and bear down with all her weight.  Setcha’s scream filled the cave as the knobby end of the bone popped inside her, ripping the flesh around her rim as the little girl obediently drove it inside her, blood smearing along the shaft. 
    Misha pumped Setcha’s ass, pleasing her mother even as tears fell down her cheeks.  Mila gleefully rammed her own rape tool into the old woman’s cunt.  The two of them using her mercilessly, Setcha screamed and writhed, her body filled with the pain of having her holes stabbed with human remains. 
    After doing this for a time, Mila got bored and wanted to have a show as well as a toy.  So she grabbed Misha and set the surprised baby girl in front of Setcha’s head, on her back with her legs spread.  As she continued to abuse the old woman’s cunt she growled at her.
    “Lick her good!”
    Too afraid to disobey her rapist, Setcha griped Misha by the ass cheeks, looked her in the eye and apologized, “I’m so sorry little Misha!  I-I have too!”  With a sob she lowered her face and began to lick away at Misha’s quim.  Misha moaned and giggled as her sex was tickled by Setcha’s tongue. 
    Mila grinned as she watched her daughter get serviced.  Kneeling down she rammed the bone in hard and sank her teeth into the old woman’s fleshy rump making Setcha cry out and groan against Misha’s snatch.  Suddenly liquid squirt out around the bone shaft and hit Mila in the face.  Grinning wickedly she pulled out the shaft and licked it clean before burying her face into Setcha’s cunt and sucking out the old woman’s cum. 
    Setcha sobbed her shame into Misha’s cunt.  She looked up at the little girl and said, “I-I’m…I couldn’t stop myself, Misha.   I’m sorry I didn’t want to let her make me feel it like this.  It hurts so much!  But everything is…also… making me feel…good.  I didn‘t mean to cum, I didn‘t!”
    Misha reached down and stroked the old woman’s cheek, “It’s ok.  Make me feel good too!”
    Setcha nodded and lowered her lips back to Misha’s sopping fuck hole, sending thrills of pleasure into the little girl’s body as her tongue wriggled into her.
    The females continued to writhe, moan, and occasionally scream, as the blacksmith returned carrying an armful of wood.  Arranging it at the entrance of the cave, he then grabbed two pieces of flint and soon had a good fire going.  This work done, he advanced on the copulating females. 
    Pushing Mila out of the way, the blacksmith positioned himself behind Setcha.  Feeling the Soulless woman bumped away behind her, Setcha glanced behind her to see the big man looming over her.  Sobbing out a terrified scream she tried to run but he gripped her hips and stabbed his cock into her already tortured ass.  The old woman screeched in terror as he gripped her around her wrinkled neck and pounded into her body.  Misha crawled hastily out of the way as Mila attacked Setcha as well, clawing and biting into her sagging tits as her mate held the old woman up. 
    Setcha gurgled as she felt two huge hands grip her throat, choking off her air.  They only left so that her rapist could yank her head to the side and sink his teeth into her neck.  Setcha screamed as she felt him suck up her blood and drink it down.  It didn’t help that Mila had clamped her teeth over the old woman’s nipple and was worrying her tit like a dog, chewing and yanking it back and forth. 
    Misha sat on the floor with her knees held tightly to her chest as Setcha was brutalized.  As she watched the old woman pulled to and fro, bitten, and raped, tears of sympathy flowed down her cheeks.  A scream ripped from her young throat as the blacksmith, almost casually, took hold of Setcha’s arm and snapped it backward, breaking it at the shoulder before he ripped it off completely.  Setcha’s wailing cries only caused Mila to increase her assault as the blacksmith speared the torn limb with one of the long blades from the store of weapons he kept, and set it leaning over the fire to cook.
    Repluging himself into the old woman’s ass, he resumed fucking her tortured body.  Mila was now drinking blood from Setcha’s nipple as her teeth sawed through the old flesh.  Setcha gave a mewling sob of a wail as the Soulless woman gave a yank and sawed the tip of her breast right off.  Spitting it out into her hand, Mila the shoved the nipple into it’s owner’s mouth and said, “Here, see how good you taste!” 
    As Setcha tasted her own flesh, Mila then picked up another of the long swords and began slicing at the base of the old woman’s tit.  Setcha screamed as her chest was sliced open, spitting out the piece of flesh in her mouth.  Mila didn’t care as she sliced the blade back and forth working the melon free.  When she was done she motioned for Misha to come closer.
    Sobbing and fearful, Misha got up and walked slowly to her mother.  Mila speared the disembodied tit onto the long sword and handed it to her daughter, “Go, cook,”  she growled motioning too the fire.
    Before Misha could obey however, Mila reached down to the cave floor and picked up the chewed nipple that Setcha had spit onto the floor.  Offering the piece of flesh to her daughter she said, “Here.  Eat.  Taste good.”
    “Yes, Mama.”  Misha obediently took the nipple and placed it in her mouth.  She chewed it as she stood next to the fire roasting Setcha’s breast.
    Setcha was doing little more than whimpering now as the Purge couple tortured her.  Finally, the blacksmith gripped her head with both hands as his cock stabbed all the way up into her ass.  With jerk and twist he broke her neck and ripped her head from her shoulders.   He fucked her cooling corpse for a while more until his cock twitched and spilled its seed into her dead womb.  After, he began pulling her body apart and sticking the pieces onto blades so that they could be roasted over the fire.
    Having chewed Setcha’s nipple to shreds and swallowed it, Misha was just about done roasting the tit flesh of the fire.  When it was done she brought it to her new daddy, but he shooed her away, not bothering to take the meat as he prepared to cook the rest of Setcha. 
    Scurrying over to the bed, Misha got comfortable and as she watched her new parents squabble over the cooking.  Her lips smacked as her teeth sank into Setcha’s roasted mammary and she enjoyed the taste.

Soulless Instinct - Chapter 1 Taken

Chapter 1:  Taken


        Mila rose with the morning sun and began her chores.  It was a nice day for this late in autumn.  The cow had plenty of milk and the chickens had dropped plenty of eggs.  Her husband was out ridding the fields of rocks so that next spring’s plowing would be smooth.  Their four year old daughter sat on the doorstep drawing pictures in the dirt.  It looked like a good day.
    The weather had cooled but not to the point of freezing.  The leaves on the trees had dropped and the animals in the forest were either leaving for the winter or getting ready for the long season’s hibernation.  The summer harvest had been good so the barn was full.  The family was settled in and ready for the cold season.  Yet Mila’s eye’s kept warily glancing at the forest.  Rumors had drifted down from the north that the soulless ones had spread even further this year.  Mila hoped they would not reach Ripple Stream Valley.  The stories told of evil beings who had neither love nor hate, only impulse.  They followed whatever basic need or desire that all people felt, but without the conscience or restraint that governed civilization.  Eating, drinking, breathing, shelter, copulation….Only basic impulses influenced what they did.  They weren’t mindless.  More like animals with man’s skill and instincts.  They would store food for winter and return to the same caves or shelters that they found for homes.  But they had no regard for other human beings.  Not even each other.  They would take whatever could be taken, eat whatever could be eaten, and they guarded their territory as ferociously as wolves.  No one knew how they started, only that they came from the north and seemed to be slowly moving southwards.  It was said they had once been humans but no one knew for certain.  Some said an evil sorcerer had cursed a race of people to live like animals.  Other’s said it was a plague.  Still others said they were simply humans who had gone too far north and gone mad.  Whatever their source they seemed to be spreading every year and no one seemed to be able to stop them.
    Mila worked all day, cleaning, cooking, looking after little Misha, feeding the animals, and looking after her little garden.  Even in winter there would be things to do in the garden. 
    Her husband came home late.  There weren’t many good days left so he had to do as much as he could to get the fields ready for next year’s planting.  They ate supper and went to bed.  Misha slept in the room above her parent’s bedroom.  At night she could hear them fucking, though she didn’t know what they were doing.  Sometimes she would creep over to the stairs and watch them without their knowing.  She never wondered why they were naked since she slept in the nude herself, but she couldn’t figure out why Daddy would put his thing in Mommy’s peepee, or in her other opening for that matter.  She also wondered if Daddy’s thing tasted good because Mommy was always sucking on it like it was a candy stick.  And then Daddy would get all red and squirt some white pee on Mommy, who seemed to enjoy eating it as well.  Mommy and Daddy did a lot of things that Misha couldn’t figure out.  Maybe one day she would.  But she didn’t think so.
    The days went like this for a while; Mila filling her day with whatever she could, her husband worked in the field, and Misha watching them at night.  Life seemed good, and it was.  Then one day Mila was taking dinner out to her husband in the field when she heard a noise behind her.  She spun around to see three ragged men standing there.  They were eyeing her hungrily.  Two were skinny to the point of starvation.  The other was big, muscled and apparently well fed.  He looked like a blacksmith, except for the glassy white eyes that they all seemed to have.  Mila screamed and started running.  The three men gave chase.  She thought she would out run them when she tripped and fell.  She looked back and screamed in agony and horror.  She had tripped over her husband’s dead body.  Screaming hysterically she knelt over him not caring that the three soulless ones were almost on her.  Her husband had been partially eaten.  His blood was everywhere.  Mila just kept screaming even when the soulless ones grabbed her and began to drag her away.  They took her back to the house.  The big one found Misha in the kitchen and grabbed her along with an armful of food.  The two skinny ones were holding Mila in the living room and were arguing over whether to eat her or fuck her first.
    “I hungry, let’s eat her,” said one. He was short and had a red cap.
    The other disagreed, “No, no!  Me wanna bone her first.  Warm pussy better than cold.” He had no cap but he did have a long blue coat.
    “But me hungry.  Big one had most of the man!” complained Red Cap.
    The big one that was carrying Misha and the food settled the dispute.  He set Misha and the food onto the floor and growled, “Fuck.”
    The two skinny ones eyed him warily but were obviously too afraid to say no.  So they threw Mila over to the blacksmith and he grabbed her and ripped off her clothes.  Misha sat on the floor crying as she watched her mother get raped.
    Mila screamed as the soulless one entered her from behind, “Aaaaarrrrnnnnhhhhh.  Please, please leave my daughter alone!  Misha don’t look at us! Aaaaaahhhhhh!”
    The blacksmith continued to pound into Mila’s pussy, ripping screams from her throat.  Finally he filled her with cum and withdrew.  Misha looked at her mother’s nude body and wondered why her eye’s had suddenly gone misty white.  The blacksmith then flung Mila over his shoulder, picked up Misha and the food and headed for the door.  As he left Misha’s father stumbled to the door.  His eyes were milky white.  He glanced hungrily at Misha and Mila and the food but saw the size of the blacksmith and stumbled into his house.  There he helped the other two ransack his house for food, blankets or anything else they might need. 
    The blacksmith had all he could carry so he took his loot and walked off into the forest.  He walked for miles.  Soon the landscape began to slant steadily upwards as he came closer and closer to the mountains.  Finally he came to a cave located in the side of the slope.  It was dry and good shelter.  It was his home.  When he entered he dumped the girls on the floor and carried the food to the pile he kept at the back of the cave.  Tears streaming down her face Misha tried to hug Mila but her mother pushed her away.  She was soulless now.  The blacksmith returned, grabbed Mila and slammed his cock into her again.  This time she didn’t resisted but met him thrust for thrust.  Lust over took them and they slammed into each other wildly for hours until they fell onto the blacksmith’s bed of leaves, old blankets, and the skins and bones of dead animals.  It wasn’t over, they were just taking a break.  Misha had ceased to cry hours ago.  When she saw that her mother was finally resting she crawled over to the bed.
    “Mommy I’m cold.”
    She should have kept quiet but she was just a baby girl who wanted her Mommy….how was she to know.  At first Mila didn’t notice her, but then Misha crawled onto the bed.  Mila turned to see her daughter…………..Lust had not left her eyes…..Misha squeaked when Mila grabbed her and tore off her little dress.  The cloth was added to the bed and Mila held her naked four year old child up for the blacksmith to see.  He watched as Mila spread Misha’s legs and presented her daughter’s tiny little pussy to him.
    “Pussy good?”  She asked for his approval……and permission.  He nodded.
    Mila tilted Misha back a little exposing her tiny asshole, “Ass good?”  More approval.
    Misha, embarrassed to be without her clothes, was getting nervous, “Mommy what are we doing?”
    Mila didn’t answer.  She just straddled the blacksmith, lowering her cunt over his member.  Then she lifted Misha up till her pussy was level with his mouth.  The blacksmith put his head between Misha’s legs and began to lick her four year old pussy.  Misha giggled.
    “Mommy!  He tickles!  Mommy what are you doing?!” Misha cried out as her mother buried her face between her small ass cheeks and inserted her tongue into her anus.  Misha’s eyes began to glaze as her mother offered her up to her new mate and they both made her squeal with new sensations that so far felt really good.
    “Mommy! That’s nice Mommy! Mommy don’t stop!”
    Suddenly the blacksmith pushed Mila off.  She fell with an angry cry but didn’t try to get back on.  She knew what he wanted.  And she knew she would have to wait her turn.  Much to Misha’s dismay the blacksmith had stopped licking her pussy.  A confused little girl, she had no idea what was coming next.  The blacksmith brought her tiny little body to the tip of his giant erection.  Trusting Misha looked up at his milky white eyes as he situated her baby cunt onto his cock.  Slowly but without hesitation he pushed her down against his pole trying to enter her tiny body.  At first Misha just grimaced at the pressure being applied to her peepee.  Then the purple head of his dick exploded into the incredibly tight little pussy.  Her screams split the air with a shrillness that made Mila cover her ears out of annoyance.  The blacksmith paid no mind to her pain though as he slid his cock in and out of her four year old body.  She cried and screamed for her mommy who just sat back and watched as she masturbated to the sight of her baby daughter’s rape.  Misha grit her teeth against the pain but it wasn’t enough against the shock of the giant wet cock slipping out of her damaged pussy and squelching back in.  Tears streamed down her chubby little cheeks as her innocence was taken. 
    Her mother just watched and wished it was her on that cock instead of her daughter.  Anger at being denied the fun began to build in her until she pictured hurting the little brat herself.  Biting off her tiny little nipples, breaking her little neck, feasting on her ass cheeks.  The little slut was getting all the fun and she wasn’t getting any.  She knew she couldn’t do any of that though till her mate was though with the little beast for good.
    The blacksmith’s thrusts into Misha’s abused little body had increased to a frenzy as he built up to a climax.  Suddenly he gave out with a massive groan and blasted the toddler’s insides with cum.  He then pulled out of the child with a loud pop and lay on his side to sleep. 
    Mila squawked angrily at being denied her own release, but he just growled angrily at her and she shut up.  Her rage however took another channel.  Misha.  Furious, she grabbed her daughter and dragged her over to another part of the cave, away from her new mate.  At first she envisioned devouring her child alive but then she looked down at the shivering little girl, nude and dripping cum from her tiny cunt.  An animal lust filled her and she decided to find another avenue for her release.  She groped at her daughter and thrust her tongue into Misha’s mouth.  Furiously kissing her baby daughter as her hands manhandled her small form.  Finally she broke the kiss and flipped her child upside down so she could attack her dripping red pussy.  She stuck her tongue deep into the infant vagina and scooped out her mate’s thick cream.  She swallowed hungrily and kept digging for more.  When she couldn’t find anymore she grabbed a bone from one of her mate’s previous meals and thrust it into her baby’s pussy.  Misha screamed in pain but her mother stuffed her mouth with straw and wrapped her legs around her head to keep her quiet.  Grinning happily at her daughter’s degradation Mila continued to rape the pretty little cunt with the bone.  She grabbed another bone and stuck it into the girl’s ass working it around savagely as she ground her own pussy against her baby’s face. 
    After awhile Mila grew tired of raping her daughter and decided she wanted to be fucked instead.  She flipped Misha back around, grabbed her baby’s hand, shoved it into her own pussy and said, “Fuck me!”  At first Misha just cried, tears streaming down her abused face.  She didn’t know what her deranged mother wanted.  Mila though, started to push Misha’s fist in and out of her cunt.  Misha soon got the idea and took over, pumping her fist in as far as it would go and pulling out again.  She didn’t know what was making her mommy act so strange or what she had done that made her mommy hurt her but the cries of pleasure that emitted from Mila’s lips told Misha that her mommy was pleased.  And she wanted to please her mommy.
    And she did.
    Misha thrust her arm in just over her elbow and Mila screamed out in ecstasy as her daughter reamed her pussy.  Misha began to giggle every time she made her mother make a funny sound.  She twisted her arm and wiggled her fingers to get all kinds of weird sounds to come out of her mother.  She forgot about earlier and focused on this new game.  Mila arched her back and groaned out orgasm after orgasm as her pussy juice flowed down her daughter’s arm and streaked over her tiny body.  Finally after an hour of fucking Mila got up and crawled into the nest with her new mate and went to sleep.  Timidly Misha crawled in and curled up against her mother.  They all slept through the night curled against each other for warmth but Misha was the only one with any affection.
    None of them wondered why her eyes hadn’t turned milky white…

Making Bread

Making Bread

    Suzanne was having a good day.  The suns were bright, spring was in the air and she was just on her way home from shopping.  Bags of groceries filled the back seat of her minivan as she idly went over the shopping list  in her head trying to remember if she had forgotten anything.
    “Sodas, oatmeal, flour, tampons, paper towels, dog food, canola oil, yeast….yeast?”  Her eyes flew wide open in dismay, “No! Yeast!…..Shoot!  I’m going to have to go back and get it.  I can’t make homemade bread without yeast…” 
    She had gathered all the ingredients to make some good homemade bread to surprise her husband and three kids with.  But now she frowned in frustration at the thought of having to take a return trip to the store.  Just as she was about to turn the car around, however, she passed by a small roadside market.  It was one of those temporary markets where farmers and peddlers set there wares in the back of pickup trucks and fragile wooden booths.  Suzanne circled back and parked the van on the side of the road just before the market.  She figured she might as well take a look at their wares.  She gave a hopeful smile as she approached the first booth, maybe she would get lucky and find some yeast here.
    The first stall held nothing but cheap sunglasses and tourist trinkets so she passed it by.  The next stall containing fruits and vegetables that looked fresh and good but were not what she needed.  Stall after stall she passed by, the vendors calling to her showing off their wares but she found nothing that was of interest to her.  Finally she came to a stall that was little more than the back of an old woman‘s ancient van.  It was near the end of the booths and she had just about given up hope of finding any yeast.  The old woman looked to be giving up as well as she was just closing the back doors of the van when she caught sight of Suzanne walking towards her.
    “Well hello dear,” the old woman said with a smile, “I was just about to pack up but if you are looking for spices then I could show you my wares.”
    Suzanne smiled hopefully at the friendly old woman, “You wouldn’t happen to have any yeast would you?  I was just at the store and I realized I had forgotten to pick some up.”
    The old woman smiled understandingly her wise and old head nodding forward, “Why yes I have some bottles left.  What kind where you wanting?”
    Suzanne gave a relieved sigh, “Oh good!  What kind are you carrying?  Active?  Quick yeast?”
    The old woman gave a motherly chuckle, “Oh no dear, I don’t carry any of those fancy yeasts they sell in the store.  I have only two kinds.  One is very good.  If you use it as directed in most recipes then your bread will turn out perfectly.  Just the right size, not too small not to big.  And the other kind I have is of a cheaper quality.  It is less expensive but you won’t get nearly as close to what you want from a loaf of bread.”
    Suzanne smiled slightly confused, “Well what are their prices?”
    The old woman gave Suzanne a look that said she had asked a stupid question, but she shook her head any way and answered, “The good yeast I have priced at fifty dollars.  The cheap bottle is only five dollars.”
    Suzanne blanched, “Fifty for one bottle of yeast?!  That’s way too much.  I’ll take the five dollar bottle.”
    The old woman frowned, “Are you sure?  Your bread will not turn out the same.”
    Suzanne nodded, “Yes I’m afraid I simply cannot pay fifty dollars for a single bottle of yeast.”
    The old woman shrugged, “Very well, here is your bottle.”
    Susanne thanked the woman and handed her a five and headed back to her minivan.  On her way home she shook her head not believing that anyone would pay that much money for a bottle at yeast.  When she got home she carried all of the bags into the house and put the groceries away.  Looking at the clock she realized it was still early in the day and the kids wouldn’t be home for several hours.  She would have plenty of time to get some dough ready and covered to get the bread started.
    Getting out her cooking supplies she poured warm water into a bowl and mixed it with sugar and then poured in some yeast.  After stirring it and letting it foam up she added the salt and oil as well as the flour and other grains that she needed to make the dough.  As soon as the mixture started to firm up she dumped it out onto the table and began kneading it.  She frowned as the dough never seem to firm up no matter how much flour she added and kept sticking to her hands.  Finally she gave up and figured it would just have to do and stuck the large ball of dough that she had made into a well oiled bowl.  She covered this and slipped it into the pantry. 
    Hours ticked by until it was just about time for the kids to get home.  After so much housework Suzann figured she had just enough time to take the dough out and needed down a little bit more before the kids burst through the door.  Pulling it out of the pantry, Suzann gasped in surprise at how heavy the bowl had become.  The dough had risen far above the top of the bowl and was about to spill out.  Susanne quickly spread some flour over the table and dumped out the dough.  She marveled at how quickly it had risen and tried to punch and knead it down to a smaller size.  It was no use as the ball of dough was still extremely sticky and seem to cling stubbornly to her hands and even to her forearms.  Finally she gave up again, grabbed a much larger bowl, oiled it down, and dumped the ball of dough into it.  Then she covered it up and put it back into the pantry.
    The kids arrived home in a rush as always, soon followed by her husband.  After one had cleaned up and settled down they sat down for dinner.  Afterward, the kids went to their rooms to do homework while Susanne and her husband, Richard sat back and enjoyed a movie and chatted about their days.  The evening passed by quickly and soon it was time for bed.
    The next day the kids took off for school and Richard kissed his wife goodbye as he headed out the door to go to work.  Suzanne drifted around the house for a few hours picking things up and doing general housework.  Eventually she remembered the dough that was still waiting in the pantry to be made into bread.  After clearing the kitchen table, Suzanne went to the pantry.  As she opened the door and looked inside her hand shot up to cover her mouth as she gasped in shock.  The ball that had held the dough was no longer even visible.  For that matter neither was the shelf.  The ball of dough had risen to such a size that it had spilled over the sides of the bowl and was now packed between the two shelves in one gigantic mass.  Suzanne shook her head and moaned in despair at the mess she was going to have to clean up.  Setting a grim look on her face she reached forward to get a good grip on the massive wad of dough.  After struggling for a few moments she managed to get it in her arms.  It was so heavy she almost fell over as she loved it over to the kitchen table leaving a sticky mess behind. 
    Shaking her head she began to punch it and knead it as best she could trying to pack it into a more solid form, but the sticky dough just refused to form into any kind of shape.  In fact, it seemed like the more she pounded at it the bigger it became.  Soon it filled the entire tabletop leaving her entire arms covered in sticky dough.  Scowling at the massive mess she decided to just give up and toss the whole thing into a dumpster outside.  But as she tried to extract herself from the dough she found it wasn’t as easy as it should be to do so.  The dough clung to her hands and forearms in a big stubborn and sticky mess.  Yanking back she said her feet wide and pulled as hard as she could to get out of the dough.  She glared at the tabletop filled with the goopy mess and began to yank frantically away from the dough. 
    Suddenly, she yanked too hard and the table tipped over causing her to fall back onto her bottom.  She cried out in dismay as the ever-growing blob of dough spilled over her legs and dress covering her hips.  Tears of frustration began to fall down her cheeks as she stared in disbelief at the colossal mess in her kitchen.  Kicking back she tried to dislodge the mass of dough from her lap but stubborn as ever it clung to her without moving.  As she scrambled around on the floor trying to get away she suddenly froze staring in shock down at the mass of dough. 
    Had she felt it move?
    There it was again!  Something was moving against her legs beneath the dough.  Screaming in panic Suzanne kicked and struggled to get away but only managed to carry the mass of dough with her across the kitchen floor.  Something was definitely moving against her legs, something she suddenly realized with shock that was actually the dough itself.  She sat in the middle of the  kitchen, stunned, as she stared at the mass of water and flour that was somehow moving on its own, reviewing around on top of her.  She cried out in fear as she suddenly realized that she felt the dough against her bare skin.  She looked up to where she had been moments earlier to see her shoes laying next to the table and just a little bit closer a tattered pile of cloth that was the remains of her stockings and the bottom of her dress, and she realized with shock her panties.
    Frightened tears spilled down her cheeks as she felt the dough gripping her supple and shapely legs.  Doughy tendrils slithered along her motherly hips to squeeze her plush ass.
    “No, no, no, no this can’t be!” she wept, “I am not getting raped by a ball of dough!”
    The dough didn’t seem to agree though as it stuffed a tendril up into her well used cunt.  Her mouth dropped open forming an astonished “O” as the uncooked bread squelched wetly in and out of her sex.
    “Oh. My. God.” Suzanne gasped accentuating each thrust of sticky wet dough, “Oh!  My!  Fucking!  OH!  No!  Stop!  I can’t!  Don’t!  Do that!”
    Tendril after tendril started to break away from the main dough ball.  Soon they were slithering up over her body leaving sticky trails of wet flour.   Suzanne whimpered, begging in a shocked and desperate voice as one, then two, then three tendrils started poking at her backdoor, sliding fluidly over her plump ass cheeks.
    “No please!  If you!  Touch me there… I’ll…. No no no no noNOOOOOO!  Aaaaahahhhhiiiiiii!”  the animalistic scream ripped out of her lungs as the tips of the dough rods thinned to points and began to pry open her puckered hole.  As the filthiest place on her body opened the rods slipped in eagerly stretching her roughly open making her scream over and over as her virginal back hole was filled. 
    Stars burst on her vision as Suzanne suddenly realized that she was climaxing, her wet fluids splashing all over the incredibly thick dough rod that was pistoning in and out of her birth hole.  The tendrils continue to move up her body.  She looked down in stunned silence as the top of her dress was shredded off like it was tissue paper and drop to the side.  Her eyes popped along with the clasp of her bra as it went tumbling to the side letting her fat cow mommy tits flop into view.  The tendrils snake around her midsection tickling her bellybutton before they cupped her heavy udders.  Sticky dough wrapped around her milk heavy melons and squeezed. 
    Suzanne’s cheeks burned with embarrassment and she cried in shame as white juice erupted from her chest like twin fountains.  It splashed over the wrinkled folds of the doughy mass that covered her lower body making it grow even more as it soaked in her milk.  The tendrils kept squeezing, milking her like a cow as more tendrils writhed inside her ass and cunt making her cum over and over like a street whore. 
    Two tendrils reached up and clasped at there tips to her fat nipples.  Suzanne made an unintelligible noise as her head arched back in response to the sucking sensation that was now emanating from her sensitive nipples. 
    She came again.
    The tendril in her cunt slipped out only to be replaced by five smaller ones that drove her fives times as crazy as they swirled like a tornado inside her tortured body.  The fat dough rod that was covered in her pussy juice rose up to her lips and slipped easily into her mouth which was constantly making the O shape as she gasped and cried out in a mixture of panic and ecstasy.  The sloppy wet rod slid over lips and tongue, making her taste her own juices.  Another tendril slid up to insert itself into her mouth stretching her lips painfully thin.  Instinctively her tongue explored its tip surprising her to find that it was shaped like a tube with a hollow center.  Her eyes popped as fluid began to spill profusely from the dough tube into her mouth and down her throat to fill her stomach.
    The dough mass was feeding her…
    It took a second for Suzanne to recognize the taste but her mind went into a stupefied daze and her vagina involuntarily creamed as she realized she was being forced to guzzle down her own milk. 
    The minutes ticked by and then hours as Suzanne was stroked, fucked, fondled, fed, fed off of, squeezed, petted, and generally used over and over.  After the initial shock, she decided to try simply relaxing and blanking out her mind until her rapist was done.  But after a few hours of being constantly invaded and fondled, she realized that the dough mass just kept getting bigger and bigger and was covering more and more of her body in tightly wrapped tendrils.  So panic took over as she struggled wildly to break loose, stopping only when she became exhausted and then trying again minutes later.  Everything was futile, though, as the mass of dough never loosened, never shrank, and just kept creeping over her battered body, fucking and using it relentlessly until only her face was still exposed. 
    Suzanne’s spirit finally broke and she fell into terrified despair as the dough slowly covered her mewling, moaning mouth, and then blinded her as it stretched a heavy floury flap over her eyes.  And finally, she gave a long, silent, despairing scream as the dough squelched shut, enclosing her completely.

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    Suzanne couldn’t hear it, because she was encased in dough, holding her breath and waiting to die, but the sounds of a school bus pulling to a hissing halt emanated from the street outside indicating that the kids were home from school.  Whatever dubious intelligence that the giant, animate wad of dough possessed registered the sound of clattering footsteps outside.  First on the cement sidewalk and then louder as Suzanne and Richard’s three children bounded up the wooden steps of the porch deck. 
    As the kids were about to reach the door, the mass suddenly lurched to the side, spilling a gasping, drained, and used up Suzanne onto the floor as it slithered off down a nearby hallway.  Suzanne lay on the floor, unable to do anything but gasp for breath and lie in a pitifully molested heap as the front door burst open.   As the kids piled into the house they each came to a startled halt at the sight of their broken and naked mother lying face down on the floor, her usually golden wavy hair matted and hanging down over her weeping face.
    Fifteen year old Jan was the oldest and reacted the quickest.  Rushing to Suzanne’s side she turned her mother’s dough sticky form over and held her in her lap, “Mom!  What happened!?  Are you ok?”
    Suzanne could do little more than moan softly as her twelve year old and five year old sons stared down at her in shock, the youngest one, Davy, sucking on his thumb in distress.  Patches of sticky dough covered her body and fluids leaked from her nipples and vagina as she tried to keep from passing out.  She knew she had to warn them.  She had to get them out of the house.  The dough ball was still around somewhere.
    “G-get out of here…run…not safe…” the kids leaned forward trying to her voice which was little more than a whisper.
    Suzanne glance up and her eyes went wide in panic at what she saw there.  On the ceiling hung the dough ball crawling slowly across.  It looked substantially smaller, though.  Suzanne wondered fleetingly where the rest of it was but had no time to gather enough strength to warn her children before it drop down onto little Davy, knocking him to the ground as he was still sucking his thumb.  Jan and her other brother Richie stared, frozen in shock at what they were seeing.  Suzanne gave desperately weak cry as she saw her baby boy dragged to the ground just like she had been.
    When Davy’s clothes started to shred and drop to the floor Jan finally reacted and stepped forward to try to pull the sticky mess off of her little brother.  Suzanne raised a hand to warn her but Jan was stopped before she got anywhere near Davy.  A tiny ball of dough that had been still clinging to the ceiling dropped down and landed in Jan’s hair startling her.  She swatted at it but Suzanne shivered as she watched it slide down the side of her daughter’s head and into her ear.  Suddenly, Jan stopped swatting and her face went blank.  She looked around the room dispassionately until her eyes fell on Suzanne and a small emotionless smile formed on her face.  Suzanne watched in horror as her fifteen year old daughter started to strip, moving her body in a small, seductive, gyrating dance as she did.  Her jeans slid down her curved thighs to drop to the floor, quickly followed by her pink and white panties to reveal her virginal and hairless pussy and her smoothly firm butt.  She wiggled from side to side as she lifted her t-shirt over her head revealing that she wore no bra for her perky yet ample, teenage tits. 
    Richie watched all of this in shocked awe as his twelve year old cock formed a tent in his shorts at the sight of his strip teasing sister and his already naked mother.  He watched in amazement as a newly bare Jan advanced on their mother and dropped to her knees to start licking the sticky dough splotches from Suzanne’s abused flesh causing her to unwillingly moan in exhausted pleasure.  He watched as his sister lapped away at their mothers heavy tits, sucking on the nipples as she swallowed what little milk was left.  His hand strayed absentmindedly to his crotch as Jan rubbed her smaller but firmer melons against Suzanne’s and wrapped her supple young legs around her mother’s hips to gyrate her young pussy against the bruised flesh while Suzanne whimpered and moaned at this new assault.
    Meanwhile, Davy started to cry in confusion as he was held down and the last of his clothing fell away from his five year old body.  Tears fell down his young cheeks as he felt something slurp away at his young penis.  What was even more distressing, though, were the little tendrils prying at his baby smooth bum to get inside him.  When they finally managed to squeeze past his rectal ring, Davy let out a shrill scream that was quickly plugged by a large doughy rod that stretched his lips and jaw to the max and slithered down to his stomach, choking him along the way.  His tiny body completely invaded and his immature mind reeling in distressed confusion, he felt himself being completely used and manipulated as the cock like rods slid in and out through his orifices.
    Jan was busy sliding her tongue down Suzanne’s helpless throat when Richie turned to see the most shocking thing yet.  In fact, Suzanne screamed into her daughter’s mouth in shock as a perfect, doughy replica of her body strode out of the hallway to stand in front of her son.  Every curve and corner of the creature looked exactly like Suzanne except for the uniform, light brown, dough color of the entire figure.  That and the thirteen inch monster cock that swung between its legs.  Richie gaped in awe as the dough golem grinned seductively at him and cupped her smooth, fat tits, making it obvious she was offering them to him.  Richie could only stare in dazed shock as the dough replica of his mother knelt in front of him and thrust her fat, cow like tits into his face.  Almost on reflex his mouth opened to suck on a nipple and his hands reached up to knead the doughy bags.
    Jan broke the lewd kiss with her mother and turn to look at what was happening with Ritchie as she continued to hump her Suzanne’s bruised thigh.  A slow, evil grin spread across her face and she pushed off of her helplessly distressed parent and walked with swaying seduction over to her little brother. 
    Richie just stood sucking on the dough golem’s melons, too confused to do anything else.  He looked up to see his naked sister standing over him giving him a wooden grin.  His cheeks burned red but the tent in his shorts indicated he had no intention of stopping.   He gave a surprised squeak, though, as his nubile sister knelt beside him and reached out to yank down his strained shorts and undies, smirking lewdly at as she did.  His tiny, but rock hard cock bounced into view. 
    “J-Jan…N-noooooo,” he protested as his sister grabbed hold of his rod and stroked it with enthusiasm.  He bit his lip in as he tried to control his throbbing cock.
    Jan looked up at the dough woman and exchanged a knowing look with her.  Letting go of her brother’s cock, she reached up and gripped his shirt, yanked him around and shredded the material off his body making him yelp in surprise as he was left in only his socks and tennis shoes.  Then she shoved him back around to face the dough woman.  Jan held up a finger indicating to Richie that he stand still and watch as she gripped the dough woman’s fat, monster cock and lifted it up. 
    Richie watched in awe as his sister’s hands couldn’t even wrap completely around the thick shaft.  His eyes remained glue to the sight before him as she began to stroke the member up and down, masturbating the dough cock.  His jaw dropped open along with Jan’s as she wrapped her lips around the bulbous head and gave it a good long slurp.  Popping her mouth off again she leaned back motioned to Ritchie to follow her example.
    Richie didn’t want to, “N-no!  Please Jan, don’t make m…aah!”
    Richie cried out as his sister gripped the back of his head and pulled him closer to the rigid, thirteen inch cock.  His whimpers of protest were cut short as she jammed his mouth against the rod forcing the tip passed his quivering lips.
    Suzanne watched in despairing helplessness as her baby boy was forced to deep throat the raping cock attached to her perfect replica.  Tears of frustration and sorrow spilled down her cheeks as she watched his twelve year old lips glide over a cock too impossibly thick to fit into his narrow esophagus. 
    Jan just grinned a maniac’s smile as she bobbed Ritchie’s head up and down the shaft as Dough Suzanne bucked her hips forward impaling the sobbing little boy to his stomach.  Jan suddenly stood up and pulled Richie’s ass up until he was kneeling on all fours like a dog.  Then she knelt behind him, her knees nestled between his splayed legs.   Suzanne watched in fascinated horror as Jan reached down into her teenage cunt and began to stroke, her face flushing and her mouth moving erotically as she did.  After a bit, it became obvious that she was pulling on something as a thin rod of dough emerged from her sopping wet pussy.  Jan closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip as she began to stroke the rod making it bigger and longer until it was just as fat as Dough Suzanne’s.
    A whimpered sob escaped Suzanne’s lips as Jan’s long fat cock splatted wetly onto her brother’s back.  Suzanne knew what was coming next, but could only sob as Jan reached down and rammed two fingers, then three, then four, into her wriggling brother’s asshole.  Her grin stretched impossibly wide as she punched her entire fist inside him and fist fucked him for a few minutes.  After a while though she became bored with this and pulled out.  Richie got no relief, however, as she slid her wet, doughy cock back and lined it up with his gaping hole.
    Dough Suzanne, who had been fucking his throat this whole time, pulling out only enough to let him breath through his nose, now pulled all the way out to hear the twelve year old cock sleeve shriek in red hazed pain as his sister lovingly, lustfully, viciously rammed her raping tool into his boi-cunt, fucking him wildly as he sobbed and screamed and pleaded for five short seconds before getting plugged up again and pounded from both sides, the two women joyfully sliding his tortured form back and forth as their cocks almost met inside him.
    Jan stood up, pulling him with her as they kept raping him.  Richie’s hands and feet flailed in desperation as they could no longer reach the floor, flapping wildly as he was twisted and porked like a pig on a spit.  This continued for quite some time.
    Meanwhile, Suzanne had managed to prop herself up against the wall, struggling to regain some strength so she could try and save her children and get them out of the house.  It was no use though, as she couldn’t even stand but only sit up, her back propped against the wall.  Looking over, she was amazed as she saw the nearby dough ball open up and spill Davy into a mess onto the floor.  Her relief was short lived, however, as Davy stood up and Suzanne could see the same cold, emotionless look in his baby eyes as she had seen in Jan’s.  Even more distressing was the dough ball that started to change shape until it was an exact replica of Davy, with the exception of a much larger cock dangling between its legs almost reaching the carpet.
    Frenzied panic spread over her as Suzanne saw her baby boy and his twin start towards her, a piece of dough breaking from the dough boy and crawling toward her like and inch worm.  She whimpered and screamed as the dough piece crawled over her legs until it got to her crotch and attached itself to her body just above her cunt.  The dough formed itself into a cock identical to Jan’s and stuck up straight and hard from her crotch, throbbing and leaking what she could only assume was either her milk or maybe some juice gleaned from Davy’s body.  Suzanne gasped in amazed horror as she realized she could feel it.  She reached forwards and wrapped a hand around the shaft, gasping out a moan as the touch sent shivers through her body making her feel like she was going to cum….out of the cock!
    She didn’t have long to contemplate this, however, as Davy reached her and sat on her stomach, his tiny legs straddling her on either side.  She looked him in the face and began to cry as the blank emotionless look was gone from his face, replaced by the look of an extremely sad and hurt little boy.  Suzanne soon realized, however, that this was only an act meant to torture her as Davy stood up and lined his already open and stretched baby-cunt over her new cock.  With a look of extreme pain and agony the little boy lowered his five year old body down onto his mother’s throbbing cock.  Tears fell down both of their faces as Davy raped himself using Suzanne’s rod.  Suzanne tried to resist but soon weakened pathetically and started to moan and whimper in aroused lust as her baby rode her pole, fucking himself like a tiny cowgirl. 
    Dough Davy soon joined the fun, slipping his own rod into Suzanne’s defenseless mouth.  Raping her as he grinned down into her tortured face.
    The kids kept fucking and raping, switching positions, taking turns violating each other and their mother.  Though the dough never took over Suzanne’s body, she was eventually broken and began enjoying the debauchery.  She took her own turns at plunging her cock into her offspring’s bodies and sucking on their various body parts like she wanted to eat them.  The dough seemed to slowly learn as it tried different things.  Among which was sadistically pulling its control from a kid or two so they could be traumatized as their siblings and mother abused them with glee. 
    Every once in a while Suzanne stopped to wonder if she should have taken the old spice woman’s advice about the more expensive yeast.   However, the more her mind broke down into that of a thoughtless sex slave, the less she cared about it.