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  I was excited to see Dr. Connor Haynes. It was awesome to get news from the outside world and messages from my parents. I wasn’t lonely at night, with Rusty and Dale keeping me company, but I missed Leonard. Why he had wandered off without a word was puzzling, but I felt confident that we would find him. Several days later, as the sound of a helicopter drew near, I knew the scientists were being dropped off. They would land in the valley and hike up, which wouldn’t take long.

  We had gathered around the fire, and I addressed the tribe. “Nice men are coming. You don’t hurt the men, okay? It’s Dr. Haynes and George. You remember them, right? They’re good people. They won’t steal the women.” This was a major concern among the Sasquatches. Women were as necessary as food and water, and they did not take kindly to park rangers snatching them. “Do you understand?”

  Bubba grunted. “Nice men. No take women.”

  “They should be here soon.” I glanced into the distance, seeing nothing but trees.

  Zelda held her infant. “They gonna find Leonard?”

  “I hope so.”

  “Them tracking devices sure come in handy.”

  “We gotta get some fish, guys,” said Leslie. “We’re having company soon. Who’s gonna help me make the biscuits?”

  “I could, if you want,” I said.

  “Great.”

  By the time the biscuits were done, the Sasquatches growled and fussed, indicating that someone was approaching. I washed my hands in the stream and returned to find Dr. Haynes sharing a candy bar with Bubba.

  “Oh, Jesus,” muttered Leslie. “He’s fat enough as it is.”

  Connor’s eyes lit up when he saw me. “Hey you. How’s my favorite mountain girl?”

  I hugged him. He smelled like cologne, which was something I hadn’t experienced in months. “I’m good. But, Leonard’s gone.”

  “I know you’re worried. We’ll head out tomorrow to get him. It’s gonna be just fine.”

  George was with him and a man I hadn’t seen before, who glanced around warily. He stared at the Sasquatches with an expression of shocked disbelief. One hand was on a knife he carried on his hip. Rusty, Dale, Dordo, and Tate looked somewhat aggravated by the intrusion. The fur stood up on their heads.

  Leslie handed them food. “Relax, boys. Now eat.” This appeased them instantly. They grunted, diving into the bowls with their fingers.

  “Make yourselves comfortable,” said Zelda. “Dinner’s ready.”

  Lendal and Bubba Jr. trounced by, snorting and squealing; the arrival of the men hadn’t affected them at all. I sat on a pelt and watched with amusement at the myriad of expressions crossing the newcomer’s face. Who is this guy? Dang, he’s hot.

  “Oh, Christ, I’m sorry,” blurted Dr. Haynes. “This is Mike Tancardi. He’s a forest ranger. He’ll help us find Leonard.”

  The tall, muscled stranger knelt next to me, holding out his hand. “Hi.”

  I shook it. “Hi.”

  “You’re Porsche.”

  “Yeah.”

  He smiled, the edges of his eyes crinkling. I tingled in my tummy at that moment, which was strange. It had been a long time since I had seen a handsome man. Dale, not liking the stranger’s proximity, growled deep in his throat, lowering to the pelt and pulling me onto his lap in a show of possession. I was used to being pawed by these creatures and settled against him, my body enjoying the comfy recliner. Mike stared with an expression of intrigued disbelief.

  “Mommy! Me thirsty.”

  Lendal hopped onto my lap, pulling on my dress, which slid from my shoulder, exposing a lush, milk-filled breast. I wasn’t in the habit of being modest around the tribe. None of us wore clothing during orgies. Leslie and I wandered around naked by streams and lakes all the time. As Lendal suckled happily, I ate fish and stared into the fire, feeling relaxed and content. While the others ate and drank, the scientists laughed with Bubba, who had developed a friendship with Dr. Haynes over the last year. It helped that Connor snuck him candy bars often. The only awkwardness came from the forest ranger that sat nearby. I could feel his attention on me. When Lendal had enough milk, he joined Bubba Jr. by the fire to play with sticks. The toddlers snorted and wheezed, especially after Dr. Haynes gave them a small toy car. The boys stared at the item in amazement.

  “You drive it around.” He made car sounds and moved the toy over the ground. “I have more. You boys like to play?”

  Lendal eyed him curiously. “Me like to play.”

  Connor ruffled the fur on top of his head. “I bet you do.” He glanced my way. “He’s gotten big, Porsche.”

  “You’re telling me.”

  “He’s smart too. There’s intelligence in those eyes.”

  “Yeah. They’re not just dumb beasts. I was gonna ask you about school supplies and stuff. I wonder if I can teach him how to read?”

  “I’d like to explore that. I’m planning on running some tests.”

  “That’s really your baby?” asked Mike.

  “Yeah.”

  “You…gave birth to it?”

  “It’s not an it. That’s Lendal, and he’s my son.”

  “Sorry.”

  Dr. Haynes patted him on the back. “Mike’s still in shock about the Sasquatches. Don’t mind him.”

  He stared at me, and my tummy tingled. Oh, boy. He’s way too cute.

  Chapter Three

  As the darkness of the forest surrounded us, Bubba lit his pipe with a stick he’d poked in the fire, sending puffs of noxious smoke into the air. Dale and Rusty were in conversation. I was able to fully comprehend their grunts and hand gestures, and they were discussing salmon, of all things, because Rusty wanted to fish for bull trout tomorrow. Dale was explaining that we would be heading south to search for Leonard.

  Mike leaned in. “How long have you been with the Sasquatches?”

  I was on a pelt, petting Lendal, who rested his head on his arm and stared into the fire. “A couple of years.”

  “You look really young.”

  “I’m twenty-one.”

  “You were kidnapped?”

  “In the beginning.”

  “That must’ve been terrifying.”

  “It was.”

  “Don’t you want to get back to civilization?”

  “I do get back. A couple of times a year.”

  He glanced at Lendal. “That kid is cute.”

  “Thanks.”

  “I can’t believe you gave birth to it. That’s some feat.”

  “It hurt like hell.”

  “I bet.”

  “What’s his father like?”

  “He’s a sweetheart, but I’m so worried about him. He’s never been gone this long. He wouldn’t just walk away from us like that. Something happened to him.”

  “We’ll track him down.”

  Hearing that was a relief. “I hope so.”

  I ran my fingers through my hair, getting the tangles out. Mike watched me attentively, which made my breasts harden and throb. Lendal hadn’t had enough milk today, and they were far too full. Sometimes Dale and Rusty assisted in relieving the pressure. I couldn’t help feeling self-conscious with Mike watching. He set me on edge in a tingling, sensual way.

  “So, how long have you been a forest ranger?”

  “Six years.”

  “And you’ve never seen a Sasquatch before?”

  “No ma’am.”

  “There are others out there.”

  “That’s what I’ve been told.”

  “Some tribes are nasty. If these guys didn’t know you, they might club you to death. I’ve seen it happen. It’s awful.”

  “I was warned about that.”

  Serious, yet disarmingly warm, eyes were on me. His ruggedly handsome face was the picture of outdoorsy health. His body was lean and laced with muscles, especially his legs. He probably walked for miles every day. I had been staring at him, because he smiled slightly then, a wicked little gleam in his eye.

  I petted Lendal to give me
a distraction, and he purred softly. “You want more milk, baby?” I almost wanted to beg him to feed on me, to relieve the pressure. I was beginning to leak.

  “No. Me tired.”

  “I’ll put you to bed.” I glanced at Mike. “I’ll be back.” I rounded up Bubba Jr. who was lying over his mother’s lap. The boys were exhausted.

  “Thanks, Porsche,” said Leslie. “My leg was getting numb.”

  “The little squirts are all tuckered out.”

  Lendal’s shelter was filled with toys I had brought with me from visits home. He loved action figures and balls, especially soccer balls. Three had already deflated from overuse. I left them on the fur, after kissing their cheeks, and they snuggled together, Bubba Jr. throwing an arm over Lendal. Close like brothers, they spent nearly every waking moment of the day together.

  When I returned to the fire, the atmosphere had changed, and I felt a moment of uncertainty, eyeing Dale with concern. Dordo and Tate sat near Zelda, who sipped tea out of a metal cup. The scientists had erected their tent; the green structure looked modern and sleek compared to our rustic accommodations. I could hear them talking inside. Mike had a small tent of his own a ways off. I sat with Dale, feeling like my boobs were about to burst. He sniffed me, his nose in my neck. A hint of a rumble emanated from his chest.

  “Porsche,” he rasped.

  “We should go to our shelter,” I whispered.

  “Why?”

  “I’m aching.” I rubbed my chest. “They’re too full.” His dark eyes flashed in a carnal light. He grabbed me, pulling me to him. “Dale!” Mike watched us. “Not here!” Never one to miss out on a good mauling, Rusty approached, grunting. He knelt on the fur; his overly eager expression was almost comical. “Oh, Lord.” Dale pulled down the strap of my dress, exposing a breast. I tried not to look at Mike, too embarrassed to even face him, as Dale’s lips closed around a nipple. I squirted tiny streams of fluid into his mouth.

  “Gggrrroooaaarrr…”

  My actions sent the tribe into an erotic frenzy, as long, pink Sasquatch cocks suddenly sprang out from tufts of matted fur. Bubba massaged himself, while Leslie wrapped her hands around Dordo and Tate, the apes more than willing to share the leader’s girl with him, and vise versa. Rusty closed his lips around my other nipple, the milk spraying him wildly. The scene had transformed from a campfire get-together to a debauched orgy in less than a minute. Mike’s shorts had risen dramatically, and his bewildered expression was quickly morphing into lust. The scientists were in their tent, oblivious to the change. Dale’s hand had slid up my inner thigh to my pussy, where a long finger stroked me. I threw my head back and moaned, not caring anymore that a stranger was observing us.

  “Nothin’ like seeing ‘em in their natural habitat, huh?” laughed Zelda. She had removed her dress, her slightly sagging breasts on display. “This is how we do it in Sasquatch country.”

  “Apparently,” murmured Mike.

  Zelda joined Leslie in sucking cock, while I had two sets of eager paws on me, removing my dress and fondling my spraying nipples. A lengthy finger drove into the moist folds of my pussy, massaging with deep thrusts. Knowing that the handsome forest ranger was watching added something extra to the experience, and I tingled wondering what he thought of us…of me.

  “Oh, yeah!” gasped Zelda. “Fuck me, you nasty ape.”

  Dordo was behind her, driving himself like a battering ram. Leslie worked Bubba, closing her lips over him, while Tate had his face buried between her legs, lapping her pussy. I found myself on all fours, with Dale’s cock in my mouth and Rusty behind me, pushing into my swollen opening. The sounds of wild, animalistic mating drifted into the forest. Bubba grunted his pleasure, while Tate and Dordo wheezed and moaned. Zelda shouted incoherently, as her orgasm hit. Dale’s finger appeared over my clit, while Rusty reamed me from behind. I sucked cock as aggressively as I could, making wet squishing sounds.

  “Whhoooaarrrr…” growled Bubba, his penis exploding, spraying Leslie and Zelda.

  “Good God,” murmured Mike. The sheer quantity of semen was breathtaking. It was more than enough to fill a tall glass.

  I glanced at him, and I wished I hadn’t. He stared at me, his look conveying disbelief and horror, which I found off-putting. No one was forcing him to watch! If he found us so disgusting, he could walk away. Rusty grunted, driving in so deep, his balls slapped against me noisily.

  “Porsche! Good! Good!” He stiffened and deposited a deluge of creamy wetness, which poured out and ran down my inner thighs. “Grrroooaarrr…!”

  I sucked Dale, not caring that a stranger’s eyes were on me. Rusty collapsed on the pelt, exhausted, while I worked Dale, the excess pre-cum dribbling down my chin. I nibbled around the edges of his spongy tip. He smelled deliciously musky. These lusty beasts were far from ignorant, the creatures knowing exactly how to please a woman, sometimes better than a man. Rusty’s finger stroked my clit, sending sparks of sensation through me. Tingles began to register, teasing me and forcing my pussy to contract.

  “Omigod!” shouted Leslie. She had straddled Dordo, riding him vigorously, her breasts jiggling and bouncing. “Oh-my-God!” She shuddered over him, while he drove up into her, his face enraptured.

  “Grroooaaarrr…” A gush of liquid heat poured out of her at that moment, dousing them both.

  I was on the edge of losing control, because the pressure of Rusty’s finger was just too good. I gagged on the length of Dale’s cock, licking and sucking the rounded tip, which leaked profusely. He moaned then, pulling himself free. The end erupted in a jet of milky residue that doused my face and throat, the hot streams quickly turning cold, sending goose bumps up my arms.

  I dropped my head, as the convulsions made my tummy tense. “Dale!” I shuddered, while Rusty’s finger drove deep, letting me ride out every ounce of pleasure the spasms afforded. “Ooohhh…God…” I moaned helplessly in the throes of ecstasy.

  The three of us cuddled together, in a heated and sticky mess of fur and semen. The creatures smelled of musky wet dog, and they would bathe in the stream soon. Leslie and Zelda had already left to wash up. Dale was the first to stir, struggling to get to his feet. Rusty followed him a moment later. I sat on the fur shivering.

  Mike handed me my dress. “Thanks.” I avoided his gaze.

  “Do you do this every night?”

  “Um…mostly.”

  “I’ve never seen anything like that before.”

  “I bet you haven’t.” I noticed his shorts were bulging, and there was a patch of darkness on the material. “You’re hard.”

  “No shit,” he chuckled. “I’m gonna have to go to my tent and beat off.”

  Our eyes met. “You probably think I’m a freak or worse.”

  “I don’t think that about you. I can’t believe what I just saw. It was like some weird porno movie.”

  We stared at each other for a long, meaningful moment. I held the dress to my chest. “I guess I’ll go clean up. I’m sticky.” My face and hair had a coating of Sasquatch semen that was drying and itching.

  He eyed my boobs. “You’re a beautiful woman.”

  His words had been barely a whisper. “Th-thanks.” I tried to tamp down the nervous tingles that pinged in my tummy. “Good night, Mike.”

  “Good night.”

  Chapter Four

  Dr. Haynes had brought crayons and coloring books. Leslie and I showed the boys how to fill in the blank spaces, but all they wanted to do was eat the crayons. Thick and clumsy Sasquatch fingers were ill suited for precise and dexterous work. In the end, Lendal managed to fill in his drawing, although it looked like a hot mess. I left him in Zelda’s and Leslie’s care to head south with the scientists, and Mike, Dale, and Rusty. We would use GPS to follow Leonard. He was miles away and getting further by the day.

  I dressed in shorts and a t-shirt with a sturdy pair of hiking shoes. My ponytail hung down under the back of a baseball cap. I’d spent three years in the Cascades, having walked hundre
ds of miles through the lowlands, highlands, and forests. We had never explored the glaciated, volcanic peaks, because it was cold and dangerous, and the food wasn’t as abundant. I kept up with the Sasquatches easily, although they did slow their pace somewhat, to accommodate the humans. The scientists took pictures and collected samples, carrying a mini laboratory in their backpacks. I loved the smell of earth mixed with pine and the sweet aroma of rhododendron. This was home to me.

  We stopped for lunch near the edge of a stream. Dale and Rusty were in the water, searching for fish. Mike came up behind me. “You’re not tired?”

  “No.”

  “You really are a mountain girl.”

  I glanced at him, enjoying the teasing gleam in his eye. “I guess.”

  “I always wanted to date a woman who loved the outdoors as much as I did. They’d come camping with me once or twice…then they got tired of it.”

  “This isn’t a vacation. I live here.”

  “I know that. I’m just trying to say that I…oh, fuck. Never mind.” He unzipped his pack and took out a canister of water. “You thirsty?”

  “I’m good. I have my own.” What exactly had he been trying to say?

  I helped Dr. Haynes make a fire, so we could cook the fish. After lunch, we hit the trail again, walking in a single file through a densely wooded area. The smell of decay lingered, and it set the apes on edge. Rusty and Dale exchanged worried glances.

  “Smells like death,” said Mike.

  George held a walking stick. “Something big died around here.”

  Mike and Dale went ahead, veering left, searching for the source of the smell. When we came upon the carcass, I was shocked to find that it was a dead Sasquatch. I lifted my t-shirt over my face, to keep from breathing the rancid air. The ape had a bloodied face, which was disintegrating from the thousands of maggots feasting on the rotting flesh.