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Rusty lay next to me, his hand on my back,
rubbing gently. “Good, Porsche. Me like you.”

Leonard’s growling forced him to move away,
for fear that the older Sasquatch would pound his head in. I
glanced into the fire, watching the flames flickering, blue,
orange, and gold. Another set of hands touched me. It was Dale. His
cock dripped with arousal.

Oh, God
. I was exhausted. It was going
to be a long night.

Lendal’s crying brought an end to the orgy,
and, after I had washed up in the creek, I crawled into the shelter
and pressed his hairy body to my boobs. He suckled himself back to
sleep. Leonard and Dale joined us, one Sasquatch on either side,
cocooning mother and son in their warmth. I drifted into a deep
sleep, lulled by the gentle sound of their snoring.

Lendal, who nuzzled my breast and latched on,
sucking greedily, woke me the next morning. Dale’s hand was on my
hip, warm and comforting. Leonard’s foot twitched, as did his jaw.
He was in the middle of a dream. I gazed at my son and felt a burst
of tenderness. He looked exactly like a miniature version of his
father, but I fancied that his eyes were like mine. Most Sasquatch
irises were nearly black, but Lendal’s had patches of lighter
brown. The rarity of his looks made him stand out among the
tribe.

He sensed my attention and glanced up at me,
droplets of milk spotted the fur around his mouth. “Me have to make
poo,” he rasped.

“Oh, Lendal,” I sighed.

A furry hand pushed me. “I go.”

“Be careful.”

“Yes, mamma.” He crawled out of the
shelter.

The snapping of branches meant that someone
was making a fire. I snuggled into Leonard and went back to sleep.
An hour later, we were up and packing our things into the cart.
They wanted to hike further into the Western Cascades, where, even
in the summer months, it was cooler. We would have to wear warmer
clothing, although the Sasquatches didn’t mind the plunging
temperatures. They were on the hunt for elk. Our journey began with
a torrential downpour, which necessitated waterproof gear. The apes
enjoyed trudging through the mud, the dirt coating their legs past
the knees. The smell of wet dog lingered around us, as we headed
further into the forest of Douglas-firs and Western hemlock. Leslie
and Zelda looked miserable, their faces hidden under their parkas.
Bubba Jr. and Lendal were caked with mud, the little ones running
ahead and eating berries off bushes. The fur around their lips had
turned purple. By midday, the rain finally let up, and streams of
sunlight filtered down between the leaves. A mist surrounded us,
heavy and cool, the forest taking on a surreal and mysterious
quality. I loved the unpredictability of the region and its raw
beauty.

We left the cart and our things near the path
and wandered into a moss and lichen covered ravine. The Sasquatches
seemed to know where they were going, this area being frequented by
them for centuries. Leslie and I loitered towards the back of the
rank, trudging along tiredly. We’d hardly had a break for lunch,
because Bubba had wanted to continue. A little path emerged,
between the rhododendron and huckleberry, opening up to reveal a
small pond, with tendrils of smoke drifting from its surface.

“Oh, how awesome,” murmured Leslie. “They
know where all the cool hot springs are.”

Lendal and Bubba Jr. jumped into the water,
splashing and grunting happily. They had learned to swim early.
This was a necessary survival skill. They had also learned how to
catch fish with their hands and find berries.

Zelda discarded her dress and joined them.
“Oh, God. This is nice.” She swam to the center.

I divested myself of my shorts and t-shirt,
leaving them hanging over a branch along with my jacket. The edge
was rocky and slippery, forcing me to hold out my hands for
balance. If I thought getting in would be a gradual descent, I was
wrong. There was a sharp drop and then nothing. This was a deep
spring. Once submerged, my feet thrashed back and forth, finding
only water. Dale and Leonard and the rest of the Sasquatches jumped
in and bathed.

One by one the apes emerged and shook
themselves out like dogs after a bath, the water flying around
them. It felt wonderful to be warm and clean. Leslie and I dressed
and stepped into our shoes, while Zelda wrung out her hair. Rusty
and Leonard wandered off. They stood staring at something on the
ground.

I approached them. “What is it?”

Leonard pointed to a large indentation in the
shape of a foot. “
Ts’emekwes
.”

“Is it from us?”

He shook his head, his nostrils flaring. “No.
Other tribe.”

“Oh.” I glanced around. “But they’re not
here.”

“Footprint fresh,” said Rusty.

His glossy black stare roamed over me, and I
tingled from the appraisal, remembering how I had deflowered him
last night. “It means trouble, doesn’t it?”

Leonard shrugged. “We watch out.”

My tummy rumbled, reminding me of how hungry
I was. “Can we eat?”

Bubba, having come up behind us, grunted in
agreement, uttering in a raspy voice, “Food.”

After eating, we marched single file into the
forest for hours, until the sun set and the shadows expanded,
darkening our surroundings. The apes searched for the perfect spot
to make camp, and after having found it, they wandered off to hunt
for supper. They left Rusty behind to watch over the women and
children. I needed to feed Lendal because my boobs ached, but
nature called, and I found myself wandering through the trees to
have a pee. After I had squatted and pulled my shorts up, a twig
snapped behind me. I turned expecting to find Lendal, but instead I
was face to face with a Sasquatch I had never seen before. His fur
was darker, his eyes were pitch-black, and his nostrils flared,
smelling me.

“Oh, shit.”

He grabbed me and tossed me over his
shoulder, knocking the air out of my lungs. I had wanted to scream,
but I could barely breathe. He sprinted through the forest, leaves
smacking me in the face. Everything was a blur of green in those
terrifying moments of my abduction. We had stumbled into another
tribe’s territory, and I would be made to pay the price. When I
finally regained the power of speech, I screamed at the top of my
lungs, but I suspected it was too late. He had raced away from our
camp at such a clip; I doubted anyone had heard me.

“Put me down!” I kicked and hit him, pulling
at his fur, and bringing out clumps of silky dark hair. “Oh, my
God. Leonard! Leonard!”

The grunting of the animal beneath me was
pronounced, his exertions taking a toll on him, but he was
determined to bring me far away from my tribe. I kicked and
punched, with little effect, while he continued to pound the ground
on sturdy legs. He smelled pungently of animal hide, the odor so
strong, it wrinkled my nose. When at last he felt he was at a safe
distance, he set me on my feet, but grasped my hair, holding the
messy strands and forcing me to walk alongside him.

“Ouch!” I struggled to break free, but his
grip was overpowering. “Fuck,” I muttered. Leonard would find me.
The apes were exceptional at following the scent of other
Sasquatches and humans. Once they did this, there would be a huge
fight.
Oh, God. What a disaster
.

It was dark by the time a light appeared in
the distance, signifying the rival camp. I stumbled on, my feet
feeling like lead, and my head screaming with pain at the rough
fingers holding my hair. To my relief, there were only two other
Sasquatches at this fire. Their eyes lit up when they saw me.

After I was released, I massaged my throbbing
scalp. “Thanks, asshole.” A brief conversation ensued, dark eyes
roaming over my body, lust flaring within their depths. I had seen
that look before.
Oh, great. They all want to fuck me.
To
make matters worse, my breasts were so full of milk they began to
leak, wetting the outside of my t-shirt. This did not go unnoticed,
and one ape in particular flicked out his tongue, wetting his black
lips in eager anticipation. He waved to me, beckoning me to come. I
hesitated, worried, yet curious as to what he wanted.
Like, duh,
Porsche. You know what he wants.

He seemed less severe than the one who had
kidnapped me; his eyes were warmer and his face softer. He made me
kneel before him. I shivered slightly, since the wetness of my
chest had made me cold. The other Sasquatches continued grunting
and gesturing, while this one ran fingers through my hair,
marveling at the color of the strands. He brought the hair to his
nose and inhaled, closing his eyes. Tingles of arousal registered,
and forced them away. I didn’t want to be turned on by these
women-stealing pigs. But, then again, that was how I had ended up
with Leonard. He had stolen Leslie, Shelly, and I from a camping
trip. The rest had been history, although Shelly had decided not to
stay with the Sasquatches.

Inquisitive fingers roamed over my chest,
feeling the wetness of my shirt. His nostrils flared at the scent
of my milk, and he purred. I was accustomed to this sound, which
was an indication of an ape’s affection. My pussy clenched with
need, wetness dripping to my panties. He pulled on my shirt,
clearly wanting me to remove it. I lifted the material over my
head, baring my breasts. I was so full of fluid; I ached and
throbbed. I was nearly desperate for release. He eyed my nipples,
which strained from the pressure, little droplets of white emerging
and falling to the ground.

His lips closed over a nipple, and the
floodgates burst open, showering him. He groaned and sucked, while
his hands massaged my engorged flesh.

“Oh, my…”

The other two suddenly quieted, watching,
their expressions excited to the point of rapture. Pink cocks
emerged from tufts of noxious fur, the state of their excitement on
full display. My ape took the second aching nipple and sucked,
initiating a spray of milk. It was such a relief to have them
expressed, that I sighed, my shoulders dropping and a heady
lethargy relaxing me. I knew Leslie would feed Lendal, and he would
be satisfied. Both of us produced far more milk than we needed.

The low timber of a growl caught my
attention, bringing me out of my let-down stupor. The black
Sasquatch seemed unhappy that a subordinate was taking liberties
with his stolen property. My ape grabbed me suddenly, hauling me
onto his lap, as I continued to spray him, wetting his fur. They
argued in an ancient language punctuated by grunts and gestures. I
had picked up on several words, although the dialect was different.
The black ape was the leader, and he wanted me first. The one who
held me begged to differ. I sat on his lap, topless and leaking,
and wondering what would happen next. I assumed my Sasquatches were
following the scent. They would find me sooner than later.

The black ape got to his feet, his face a
mask of anger. The hostility radiated out of him in waves. He
clenched his jaw, the sound of teeth grinding. The argument
continued, with grunting and hand gesturing mixed with their
vernacular. The one who held me, refused to let go. He vibrated
with rage, his fur standing on end. The foliage around us shook,
and several Sasquatches appeared, all of whom I recognized. Bubba,
Leonard, Dale, Rusty, and several others, snarled with their teeth
bared.

The one who held me, clutched me even
tighter. “Oh, shit.”

“Whoooaaarrr…” roared the black ape. He flung
himself at Bubba, the Sasquatches crashing together and pounding
each other viciously.

Dale and Rusty attacked the other ape,
sending him to the ground in a loud crash. Leonard sank his teeth
into his neck with an audible crunch.

“You don’t have to kill them!” I yelled. I
wanted to join the fray, but strong arms held me. I struggled to
break free. “Let go!”

The wounded ape, lay on the ground, holding
his bleeding neck, and moaning. Bubba stomped on the black ape,
rendering him unconscious. The violence perpetrated by Sasquatches
was always shocking to witness. They could be the most loving and
caring animals, but when provoked, they were fierce and just as
lethal as a grizzly bear.

Leonard drew near, snarling with his teeth
bared. “Don’t hurt this one. He just wants me. He’s a lover.” Dale
and Rusty joined him, growling and standing over us threateningly.
The ape holding me refused to let go. Did he have a death wish?

He uttered something low and guttural. I
understood bits and pieces. He wanted to mate with me, and he was
asking permission. Leonard hissed, spittle dripping from his pink
gums. Dale also appeared less than happy with this request. I could
feel the tip of a hard cock pushing against my ass. The arms that
held me were wet with breast milk. The nipples had squirted until
the pressure had eased, halting any further release.

The quarrel was ongoing, but there seemed to
be some sort of a resolution emerging. They were negotiating the
terms of my ravishment, which I found amusing. If I were to be
given to him, he and his tribe would have to leave the area
immediately. This seemed more than reasonable to the horny ape, who
continued to press his erection into me.

The wounded Sasquatch sat up, holding his
neck, while blood oozed from his injury. It was more than likely
superficial, and it would heal on its own. The black ape was still
unconscious; his breathing was low and raspy. Leonard, tired of
arguing, sat on a pelt and glared at me.

“Don’t look like that. It’s not my
fault!”

“You mine, Porsche.”

“I know.”

“He want you.”

“I can’t help that.”

He snorted unhappily. “He take you.”

“He will?”

“Yes.” His expression revealed his distaste
for this event.