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Authors: Virginia Wade

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Leslie withdrew the card she had hidden in
her pocket. “Team
Sésquac
. Pacific Northwest Bigfoot
Hunters. Oh, gimme a fucking break,” she muttered.

I took the card from her. “Team
Sésquac
?

“It’s Native American for Sasquatch,” said
Zelda.

“Oh.”

“This is such bad news.”

I glanced at Leslie. “What do you think will
happen?”

“A lot of people died. They’re going to come
out here to find them.”

“That would be bad, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s bad.” She looked irritated. “Some
of them got away. They have my baby. They have proof that
Sasquatches exist. God only knows what they’re going to do to
Wolfie.” Tears flooded her eyes. Leonard, Bubba, and Tate appeared,
wet from the snow and filthy from flinging dirt. The smell of damp
dog filled the cavern. It was nearly overpowering. “What about
Wolfie?”

“We look for him,” rasped Bubba. “We find
him.”

“You stay here.” Leonard pointed at me. “Stay
warm.” The apes trudged down the tunnel to the bigger cavern. They
would follow the scent from the front entrance, where the Bigfoot
hunters had taken Wolfie.

“Well, ladies,” said Zelda. “The night’s not
gettin’ any younger. Let’s get cooking, and the boys will be back
before you know it.” She patted Leslie on the shoulder. “They’re
gonna find Wolfie, honey. Don’t you worry about it. They got a
really keen sense of smell.”

Leslie looked miserable. “I hope so.”

 

 

Chapter Two

 

 

 

After the apes ate and their wounds were
cleaned, I encountered Leslie in the tunnel. We were on our way to
the rear exit. “Are you trying the phone?” I asked.

“Yeah. We need a clear view of the sky. It’s
probably going to be impossible.” The furthest cavern was a
multipurpose room, which was also the kitchen area. Wooden crates
held various supplies along with boots and jackets. We bundled-up
in goose down coats, hats, and gloves. Then we stepped out into a
raging blizzard, the snow lashing our faces.

“Shit!” she shouted. “This isn’t going to
work.” We hadn’t gone far, when Leslie held the phone, dialing a
number she knew by heart. “Hello? Can you hear me? Hello?”

I could barely see her; the snow now reached
the tops of my boots. “We might have to try tomorrow,” I
shouted.

“Hello? Dr. Haynes? Hello? Shit!” She grabbed
my arm. “It’s not working. Go back!”

For a moment, I experienced a flash of panic,
not being able to see anything. Leslie managed to direct me towards
the entrance, but if I had been out here on my own, I would have
gotten lost. Inside the cavern, a lantern lit the space, albeit
dimly.

“We have to try tomorrow after the storm. I
gotta get this call out.”

I flung my hat into the crate. “How bad do
you think the weather will be?”

“I’ve seen worse, but not by much. There’s
already a foot of snow out there.” She ran fingers through her
tangled hair. “I can’t believe Wolfie’s gone. I can’t believe it.
I’m so fucking tired.”

“You should go to bed. It’s really late.” It
was the middle of the night, and the tribe had been sleeping after
an orgy. I had gone to the hot spring with Leonard, and Pooky had
joined us. All hell had broken loose after that. “Get some rest.
Bubba will find him, Leslie.”

“This is such a disaster. If it gets out that
Sasquatches are real, we’ll have the media on our ass and
helicopters flying and God only knows what else. I have to get in
contact with Dr. Haynes. He can put a stop to it.”

I was less than hopeful. “I…I’m sure he will.
It’s gonna be okay.”

Most of the Sasquatches were asleep. Lendal
and Bubba Jr. snuggled together on a pelt, while Dale and Kat
snored on their backs, their stomachs rising and falling with their
breathing. Archie lay near Pookie, who wheezed in his sleep. Zelda
worried that his back injury might become infected. There weren’t
enough antibiotics for a three hundred pound creature, and, with
the storm, no one knew when we would be able to call out for
help.

I sat on a fur and stared at the fire,
feeling suddenly alone. I had been kidnapped in the blink of an eye
and taken into the woods, where Pooky had seduced me in a cave.
Part of me still struggled with the knowledge that I was basically
a hostage. Now I was even more trapped because of the weather. If
we could get a call out, someone would come and rescue me, right? I
wouldn’t be stuck here all winter, would I? My sister was free, and
she came and went as she pleased, which gave me hope.

There was a commotion in the tunnel, and
Leslie jumped to her feet as Leonard and Bubba appeared, wet and
covered in snow. “Did you find him? Did you get Wolfie?”

Bubba growled unhappily, the sound echoing in
the cavernous space. “They took boats. Lost the scent in the
water,” he said gruffly. The apes huddled for warmth with their
shoulders hunched by the fire.

“Oh, my God,” cried Leslie. “I can’t believe
this. They had boats?”

“Footprints by the water,” said Leonard.
“Wolfie’s scent stopped there.”

Leslie collapsed and began to cry. Zelda put
her arm around her. “There, there now. We’re gonna call for help
soon. You’re so tired, honey. It’ll all look better in the
morning.”

“They attacked from the back to distract us.
Then they took Wolfie out the front,” said Leslie. “They so planned
this. Then they had boats waiting. This sucks so bad.” She sniffed,
wiping tears from her face. “He’s probably screaming for me right
now.”

Zelda glanced my way. “Why don’t you get the
boys some hot soup and towels?”

“Sure.” I ladled out broth mixed with
vegetables and noodles, handing them to the apes. “Here.” Leonard
grunted, taking the bowl. “It’s hot. Be careful.”

His gleaming black eyes rested on me, and I
shivered. It wasn’t from the cold, but from a peculiar vibe I
picked up from him. His interest wasn’t platonic or paternal. He
harbored other emotions, and I wasn’t unaffected, and that bothered
me. After they ate, Bubba and Leonard left again to clean
themselves in the hot spring. They returned coated in snow, which
they shook off in a far corner.

“Jesus, it’s late,” muttered Zelda. “I’m
wiped out.” She tossed a fur over her shoulders, rolling to her
side. “Good night, guys.”

“Night, Zelda,” said Leslie.

I got up to relieve myself, taking a lantern
to light the way. The bathroom was a hole in the floor some
distance off. This part of the cave smelled musty. The location was
perfect, close to the entrance with abundant ventilation, but it
was freezing, so I dropped my pants and finished my business
quickly. On the way back to our cozy sleeping chamber, I glanced
around at the dying embers in the fire pit and the sleeping forms
of humans and apes alike. Before I reached my pelt, something
grabbed me, a strong, furry hand, bringing me down on top of a
lengthy body. It was Leonard.

“Oh!”

“Shush,” he rumbled.

Pooky had been possessive of me, watching me
like a hawk, but he was ill now and incapacitated. He was oblivious
to the fact that his prize was now in another’s hands. Even after
everything that had happened tonight, this ape was horny; his cock
pressed into my tummy, as rigid as a baseball bat. I found myself
on my back, and wet, hot lips were at my throat, gently sucking and
kissing. My mind recoiled from this lascivious advance, but my body
began to buzz, knowing that the promise of fulfillment was a real
eventuality. These creatures were primitive and wild, but
conditioning and need had made them skilled lovers; their talents
in this area were not to be underestimated.

“Oh…no…”

Thick fingers were surprisingly dexterous, as
they undid the buttons on my pants and lowered the zipper. He
grasped the jeans and pulled, exposing my underwear and bare legs.
In this light, he looked less fierce; his face was as furry as his
body, with a black nose and mouth. Not content with the removal of
my pants, he grasped for my sweater, drawing it over my head. His
lips covered mine, and his tongue darted into my mouth, slinky,
wet, and coaxing. It was surprisingly easy to forget this was a
Sasquatch, because he felt exactly like a boyfriend, but one who
knew how to kiss very well. The only difference was the abundance
of hair, which tickled me, as he wedged himself between my legs. He
held his weight, not crushing me, but it was with some effort that
he did this.

“Pretty girl,” he purred.

I should have been ashamed for letting my
sister’s ape have his way with me, but what choice did I have? The
tribe seemed to share women, and, from what I gathered, it was
impossible to tell which ape fathered which baby. It didn’t matter
to the creatures. They raised all the babies, as if they were their
own.

“Ooohhh…”

Strong hands grabbed my hips, lifting my
legs, and exposing my glistening snatch to eager, hungry eyes. A
lengthy tongue slid over me, leaving a streak of wetness. I’d
experienced this treatment from Pooky, and my entire body trembled,
knowing how delicious it was going to feel. Their tongues were
extraordinarily long and stout, and, as he slid inside of me, the
sensation had me gasping, flinging my head against the pelt.

“Oh, my God!”

He thrust his hand in my face, covering my
mouth, presumably to keep me quiet. I sucked a finger, while my
pussy was ravaged, his tongue driving in so deeply, I could feel it
wiggling nearly in my belly. Not content to just invade, he flicked
the tip from side to side, hitting something incredibly
pleasurable. I moaned; the sound was low and throaty. My reaction
to these Sasquatches was mortifying. If anyone knew how much
enjoyment I received at their hands, I would be so embarrassed. If
any of my friends ever got wind of this…I would die…but until
then…

“Oooohhh…gosh…omigosh!”

There wasn’t a corner of my anatomy that
wasn’t explored and laved. The slinky wet feel of him sent shivers
through me that gathered and centered in my tummy. My fingers
threaded through his fur, feeling the soft, yet abrasive strands.
His nose nudged my clit, producing shockwaves of bliss. At this
rate, I knew I wouldn’t last long.

“Oh, shit!”

The orgasm began in a burst of tingles that
gripped the muscles in my pussy, forcing them to clench around his
tongue. From there, the spasms shot outward, the pleasure
registering in every nerve ending I possessed. I thrashed, my legs
kicking involuntarily, while the feeling continued to course
through me. My animal lover persisted, his tongue rubbing against
something wildly sensitive, and, although I had just orgasmed, I
was stunned to find another one hot on its heels, blazing a path of
white lightning straight to my core.

“Ooohhhh…oooohhhh…wow…”

I pressed my thighs together, squeezing
Leonard’s skull with the force of the approaching second climax.
Streaks of neon light flashed behind my eyelids, green, red, and
gold, the power of the sensation leaving me gasping for air and
shivering with tremulous aftereffects. Knowing that I had succumbed
fully, he slid from me, resulting in a swollen and soaked pussy. I
opened my eyes to the grey ceiling of the cave, with small patches
of shadow cast by the dwindling flames of the fire.

Leonard flicked his tongue over my pussy, and
I shivered, feeling overly sensitive down there. He kissed his way
up my belly to my breasts, gently grasping my mounds and pushing
them together. He continued to caress and kiss me, until his lips
met mine and he kissed me. I could smell myself on him. It was the
sweet, musky aroma of sex. I felt like I had taken a sedative, my
body was limp and relaxed, utterly spent. I didn’t even know if I
could sit up. The effort was too extreme.

“Pretty girl, Lena,” he purred.

He shimmied his way, scooting on his knees;
the dripping end of his cock was in his hands, the head manipulated
by expert fingers. I didn’t have to be asked, but took him into my
mouth, producing an animalistic groan from the beast. The end was
globular and spongy; the continuous stream of pre-cum dribbled out
of the sides of my lips and down my neck. I choked as he drove
deeper, the width forcing my jaw to widen slightly more than was
comfortable.

“Good…good…” His wheezy breathing had
deepened.

I licked the length, my tongue gliding over
ridges and grooves of veins. He flung his head back and moaned, the
end erupting in a spray of whitish fluid, which he aimed at the
fire. A shocking amount of semen nearly doused the flames, sending
up puffs of greyish-white smoke. A slightly pungent smell filled
the cavern. He collapsed next to me, drawing me into his arms. His
tongue flicked over my forehead.

“You a good girl, Lena,” he rasped.

“Thanks, Leonard.”

 

 

Chapter Three

 

 

 

Leslie was the first up the next morning,
banging items around in the kitchen. I found myself snuggled into
Leonard, who was on his back with his mouth open. Never in a
million years did I ever think I would find myself in a situation
like this, surrounded by mythological creatures that truly did
exist. I had to use the bathroom, and I disengaged myself from my
ape lover, who expelled a noisy snore and then turned on his
side.

After using the facilities, I tiptoed over to
Pooky, who slept soundly. It was impossible to tell if he had
improved or not, because he was covered in tufts of brownish fur.
His raspy breathing filled his lungs, as his chest rose and fell.
The noise in the kitchen had woken Lendal and Bubba Jr.; the
smaller Sasquatches sat up to observe me. They looked bleary-eyed,
with messy fur standing on end on top of their heads.

“Fuck this!” muttered Leslie.

Kat and her son, Archie, had begun to rouse.
I stepped into comfy snow boots and headed for the kitchen.

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