38 comments/ 29097 views/ 124 favorites Monsters in the Mountains By: bobalous Jordan was shocked when a lawyer called and told him that he had received something from his uncle's estate. He had barely known his uncle and did not know that he had died. Uncle Ira had been strange; actually Jordan's great uncle on his father's side, he had only met the man a few times. As a child Jordan had been scared of the old man. The last time Jordan saw Uncle Ira he realized he was a drunk with some minor mental problems. Jordan doubted that there was anything in his uncle's estate that he would be interested in. The old man had never married and his house was a small single-wide trailer clogged with hoarder's trash. The lawyer handed Jordan the document and waited for Jordan to read it. Jordan could not believe what it said. 2 square miles of Colorado mountain forest now belonged to him. There was a pile of documents. Maps, deeds, mineral rights, historical records and descriptions. The property was remote. It was over 4 hours away from Jordan's home in Denver. The closest Road came within 4 miles of his property border. The land was surrounded on all sides by national forest and national wilderness areas. Jordan was shocked to find that it had once belongs to his great grandfather and his father before. The mining claim on both square miles of land had been claimed in 1889. One was claimed by Jordan's great-great grandfather, and the other was willed to the man by someone named Enoch Brown. Other documents showed that Jordan's great-great- grandfather and Enoch Brown had been mining partners, and Mr. Brown had died under mysterious circumstances. Jordan was thrilled. The land itself was worth millions, and the US forest service already had a bid to buy it off his hands. They also had a first right of refusal claim, which meant that Jordan could not sell the land on the open market. Jordan was curious to see the land itself before he would even consider selling. He knew very little about his family's history with mining in Colorado. Jordan enjoyed camping and once spring came Jordan planned a backpacking trip to his new property. *** Jordan's mother was thrilled when he called to share the news with them, but his father was silent. "Are you okay dad? You're not upset that the land went to me instead of you?" he asked. "I know a little about the property you've inherited. Why don't you come over for dinner soon and we can talk about it?" his father answered cryptically. Two nights later Jordan sat eating dinner with his parents. He saw little of them since graduating college, especially since he was working 80 hour weeks. He missed home cooked meals and the comfort of the house he grew up in. His parents still treated him like the teenager that had left for college 8 years earlier, but he enjoyed the attention knowing it would end when he left for his own condo that evening. After dinner his father offered him a beer and asked to sit on the back porch while they enjoyed them. "Listen, I don't want to scare you or anything," Jordan's father started. "...but something isn't right about that land that your uncle gave you." Jordan's dad was silent for a while, then continued: "Uncle Ira was always a little strange, but he was fully functioning when I was younger. Back in the 70s when my grandfather died, and Ira inherited that property, he was as excited as you are now. He spent the entire summer up there, even quit his job. A park ranger found him in August beaten within an inch of his life on a forest trail near there. He never told any of us the truth about what happened but I know he never went back. "He refused to file a police report, and started drinking. He was never the same after that. I know my grandfather and his father were changed by that property too. I know there's been at least a few deaths up there. I'm not superstitious, but I want you to be careful. If you do go, I doubt there's cell service, and no one within miles if you do need help. Don't go alone and don't go unprepared." With that Jordan's father change the subject, and said no more even when Jordan brought it up. That night, Jordan studied Google Earth images of the property and could see at least two mine trailings where the rocks from a mine had been cast down the hillside. There was also a black rectangle which Jordan hoped might be the remains of an old cabin. *** Winter turned to spring, and the snow melted of all but the highest peaks. Jordan had Memorial Day off, and decided to take the rest of the week off of work for a little vacation. He carefully loaded camping gear and food for a week. He weighed his backpack once fully loaded, and found that it weighed less than 40 pounds, which he was proud of. He had a steri-pen, which could kill microbes in water, so he could drink water where he found it. All of his food was freeze dried, and weighed less than 10 pounds. The heaviest single item he carried was his .38 revolver, which he carried out of respect for his father's warning. He brought it loaded along with 6 extra rounds. Jordan climbed on his motorcycle early Saturday morning and flung his backpack over his shoulders. The drive was beautiful all the way up through the mountains. He passed through the town of Buena Vista then over Cottonwood Pass and down to Taylor Park Reservoir. From there he headed south along a dirt road. Jordan's motorcycle was a dirt bike with strong suspension and hybrid tires that he could take off road. Jordan left the main trail and headed up a single track trail that looked like it would take him in the right direction. The road was overgrown and he often had to stop or go around obstacles through dense forest. There were no tire tracks but there were hoof prints from a moose or elk in the muddier areas. He guessed that this was the mining trail his great-great grandfather had used to access the land, and the animals had kept it open. They didn't remove fallen trees, but they did seem to trample them, which made travel by motorcycle easier. Moss covered boulders and ferns lined the trail in places. Sometimes it was wide enough to drive a car and in other places century-old trees blocked the path. Twice the trail crossed a stream with no bridge. His boots got soaked as he drove the motorcycle through foot deep water. By mid afternoon Jordan's GPS told him that he had arrived on his inherited land. It was gorgeous. High grey mountains formed the backdrop for lush meadows and mixed forest of pine and aspen. The meadows were full of every color of wildflower, and deep green grass. A few hundred yards away, Jordan saw a moose grazing by the side of a pond. Jordan lost the trail through the Meadows, and headed first for where he thought there might be there remains of a cabin. He was shocked to find a standing structure. The door stood cracked open, and there was some water damage on the rough wood floors inside, but there had been no squatters or teenagers here, looting or damaging the place. Jordan parked his motorcycle and walked inside the cabin. It was a single room inside with a bed in one corner, a fireplace in the middle, a kitchen in another corner and a small table with a single chair. Faded pictures and papers covered the wall. There were photos of Jordan's grandfather, and he recognized his father as a boy. There was a yellowed newspaper by the fireplace, and Jordan checked the date. 'July 24, 1973' Jordan remembered what his father had told him about Uncle Ira spending a summer here in the 70s. There were some minor holes in the roof, but it could be fixed up with a few hours of work. The mattress on the bed was moldy and disgusting, so Jordan rolled it up and pushed it out the door. The plywood underneath was intact so Jordan flipped it and unrolled his bedding on the frame. Jordan spent the next hour collecting firewood and piling it up next to the small stone fireplace. Before dark, Jordan wanted to fix the door enough that it would close, and repair the holes in the roof. There were two shuttered windows, and Jordan opened them to air out the musty smell of the molded mattress. Jordan took the door of its hinges, and used his knife and hatchet to carve enough wood off that it would fit in the settled doorway. He used pieces of bark as shingles, and plugged the holes in the roof. Jordan had always wanted a home in the mountains. This small cabin held few comforts, but it was part of the land and held family history. Jordan could see why his uncle would want to spend an entire summer here. The closest neighbors were at least 10 miles away, and there was a deep sense of isolation and peace out here. Remembering his uncle, Jordan tapped the revolver in his hip holster checking that he still had it. He wished he knew more of the story of how his uncle was injured, but he felt safe with his side arm. As night fell Jordan started a fire in the stone fireplace, and filled the sink basin with water from the stream that ran near the cabin. He boiled enough water to rehydrate dinner and sterilized a plastic bottle full to which he added Gatorade powder. Jordan spent the rest of the evening thumbing through the faded papers and pictures on the walls. His uncle had been obsessed with Bigfoot, and even had several books on the subject. There was a family photo album, and Jordan enjoyed seeing old pictures of his uncle, grandfather and great-grandfather that he had never seen before. The oldest pictures were grainy black and white images of miners working in a mountain valley that looked a lot like the one he was currently in. He pulled one out and saw cursive writing on the back that said 'Enoch Brown and Silas White, June, 1893.' It must have been taken weeks before Enoch was killed. Jordan studied the face of his great-great grandfather. There was a strength and determination there, but both men looked weary and tired. The next picture was of the same two men, holding a rifle over the body of a dark, furry creature. Jordan guessed it was a huge bear, but the photo was too grainy to be sure. The description on the back was the same. Jordan decided to save the batteries on his flashlight, and turn in early. He closed up the cabin and threw a few more logs on the fire. He climbed into his sleeping bag and turned out the light. The warm glow from the fireplace cast dancing shadows over the walls and ceiling as Jordan drifted off to sleep. *** Jordan was awoken in the night by a woman screaming. He forgot where he was, and struggled to get out of his sleeping bag. The room was cold and dark, and when he found his flashlight, he realized that there should be no women for miles. He was worried that a female camper has wandered onto his land, and opened the cabin door. "HELLO!" Jordan shouted. "DO YOU NEED HELP?" There was silence, and Jordan listened again, but there was no more noise. "Is anyone out there?" he called again. Suddenly Jordan remembered something he has read about mountain lions making a sound like a woman screaming bloody murder. He scanned the trees again with his flashlight, and caught a flash of movement. He saw a furry shape move behind a tree, and quickly pointed his flashlight there, but it was gone. It had moved away without a sound. Jordan closed the cabin door and swung the wood latch down to lock the cabin from the inside. His tired mind briefly wondered if a bear or mountain lion had injured his uncle Ira all those years ago. He put the idea out of his mind and threw a few more logs on the fire before climbing back into his sleeping bag. Jordan was woken again by what sounded like a stick being banged on his cabin. It was moving, banging first on one wall, then another, all around the cabin. Jordan also thought he could hear a grunting sound. He thought it was a bear, and hoped that the cabin was strong enough to keep it out. He put one hand on his revolver just to be safe. Eventually the banging sound stopped and the Forest was once again quiet. *** Jordan slept in the next morning. His sleep had been interrupted too many times by wildlife, and he didn't wake until the sunlight came in the cracks of the door and shutters, and the cabin warmed up in the morning sun. He made a breakfast of freeze dried eggs and powdered coffee. The valley was even more gorgeous in the morning than it had been in the afternoon when he had arrived. He drug the wood chair outside and sipped his coffee in the morning sun. A passenger jet was the only man-made sound all morning. After breakfast, Jordan started his motorcycle and drove to the first of the mine trailings, where his great-great grandfather had once sought his fortunes. Rotted wood framed an opening of a square hole in the mountain. Jordan was tall, over 6', and had to crawl to enter the century old mine shaft. Inside, he found some rusty tin cans and an old steel pick. Eight feet in, the tunnel was collapsed, though Jordan could tell that the shaft had once been much deeper. There was a musty smell of decay and dampness, and Jordan wondered if something had died beyond the cave-in. Jordan took the pick as a souvenir, and returned to his motorcycle. The second mine shaft had a slightly larger opening, and Jordan could see ten yards into the tunnel before it turned. The tunnel seemed to be carved from solid stone, and there were no rotting wood supports. Jordan stooped to enter, and followed the tunnel back to where it turned. He heard a rumbling growl as he turned the corner, and saw a massive pile of brown fur rolling on the floor and the massive creature started to rise. Jordan crawled and sprinted out of the mine opening, and was on his motorcycle speeding away seconds later. His heart didn't stop pounding in his chest until he saw the cabin in front of him, and looked over his shoulder to see he wasn't being followed. After a few deep breaths, his mind made sense of what he had stumbled on. He hoped that was the same bear that had kept him awake last night. 'Serves ya right, bastard.' Jordan thought. 'You wake me up at night, I wake you up during the day.' Jordan was curious to see the inside of his grandfather's mine, but wasn't about to fight a bear in its den for the right. He spent the rest of the day exploring on foot. He found the rotted remains of an old sluice box setup down by the creek, and what must have been the original cabin that the miners had lived in. Rotted and aged wood fragments pilled up around a loose stone foundation. It was bigger than the cabin Uncle Ira had built or restored, and seemed to have a cellar, which had filled up with debris. Jordan worked on clearing wood and dirt out of the old pit until his stomach started complaining. He took a break for lunch, then cleared the rest of the approximately 12'x10' hole. The walls were lined with stone blocks, and Jordan found several old mining artifacts, including a gold pan and some glass jars in surprisingly good condition. The land was filled with test holes, some of which went several yards into the mountain, but Jordan didn't want to risk running into anymore bears, and stayed out. Dinner was once again freeze dried stew with Gatorade. Jordan took a dip in the pond before the sun set, and then sat on the wood floor in front of his fireplace to warm up and dry off. Jordan estimated that he had hiked over three miles that day. His legs were aching and he was exhausted. With a warm fire and a full stomach Jordan turned off the light and climbed into his sleeping bag early. *** The banging started around midnight. Grunts and howls echoed through the woods around the tiny cabin, punctuated by the occasional scream. Jordan's first thought was that a bear and a pack of coyotes we're partying with a mountain lion, but that made no sense. His heart pounding, Jordan put his hand on the pistol and carried it to the window where he threw open the shutters and shone his flashlight outside. A huge, barrel chested figure stood just a few yards away. Jordan's first thought was that this is the biggest man he had ever seen. Then he saw that the man was covered in fur, and it wasn't a coat. He saw a flaccid cock hanging down through thick Brown fur that coated his arms, chest and legs. Black deep set eyes spun into Jordan's flashlight beam. The man's mouth opened showing decidedly nonhuman, long canines. A deep animalistic roar rumbled forth from the creature in a hand reached for the window where Jordan stood watching. A reflex caused Jordan to yank the shutter closed and slammed wooden latch as a heavy fist smashed against the wooden planks. For just a moment Jordan thought the hand would smash through, but the creature was not focused on that window. The bangs continued all the way around the cabin on each of the walls. It was the middle of the night but Jordan's heart was racing and he knew he would not get any more sleep. He sat with his flashlight on, clutching his pistol, and struggling to calm himself. Jordan cowered by the fireplace until the banging ceased. Once his heart settled, his first thought was of his uncle's books on Bigfoot. He opened first one, then the other. They had been published in the 1960s, and contained more legend and rough sketches than any real information. Outside, the screams returned followed by howls and grunts. It sounded like there was more than one and possibly a whole tribe. Suddenly his uncle's injuries and the stories of the danger of this land made more sense. He wondered if his grandfather had killed one, and his mining partner had been killed in retaliation. Jordan marveled at the realization that Bigfoot is real. He thought back to the mineshaft and the animal within. He had found the lair of the mythical creature. Jordan heard a crash that sounded like metal twisting and plastic breaking. The grunting and screaming sounds moved off to a distance and finally quieted. Jordan fell asleep on the floor in front of the fireplace. *** His neck and back hurt and he was freezing when he awoke before sunrise the following morning. He rose stiffly and added kindling and some logs to the fire to get it roaring again before climbing into his sleeping bag and relaxing on his bed roll. Jordan was in and out of sleep until the sun beams once again woke him. He had terrible nightmares all night about giants crushing his cabin and him with it. Realizing that it was not a dream Jordan opened the cabin door slowly and looked outside. His motorcycle was gone. Stepping outside he found it 20 yards up the hill thrown like a toy against a tree. The handlebars were bent, the seat ripped, and some plastic trim was broken, but Jordan thought it was probably still rideable. There was a distinct musky smell in the air, reminiscent of wild animals but like nothing Jordan had ever smelled before. Looking at the land with new eyes, Jordan saw signs everywhere that someone not human had been living there. In several places young trees had been bent to the ground, almost as though to make a rough shelter. Rocks were stacked in precarious piles that were obviously the work of a sentient animal. Bark was ripped off of trees in places, but that may have been the work of elk or moose. Jordan ate a light breakfast, packed his belongings and was ready to leave by mid morning. He didn't feel safe alone in the woods, and was worried what another night might bring. Part of him wanted to stay, but he needed information, and some different supplies if he was going to stay. The trail out of the woods that Jordan had used to arrive had been altered. Small trees were uprooted and laid across the path. His motorcycle was able to drive over most of them, but it took him much longer to get out of the woods and back onto the dirt road he had used to get here. Jordan breathed a sigh of relief as his motorcycle once again reached a paved road and he sped up to 40 miles per hour. Monsters in the Mountains Ch. 02 The following week seemed to drag by for Jordan. He trained his replacement, Mike, for 10 hours a day, then went home each night to pack his small condo. He lived a fairly Spartan existence, and everything would fit into a pile of boxes in his living room, except for his bed, dresser, television and a futon that doubled as his sofa and guest bed. He figured that he would have to take the following weekend away from his new family of Bigfoot to get himself moved. He would have to ask a friend for some help loading the bigger items in his truck, but he could move the boxes himself. He estimated 2 trips, and possibly a third to come back and clean. Jordan felt bad for leaving his work in such a bad place. Mike wasn't an ideal candidate to replace him. He couldn't read a soil compaction table to save his life, and Jordan was constantly correcting Mike's mistakes, only to watch him make the same ones. On Wednesday and Thursday, Jordan was called out to a job site where a commercial job on a hillside had started to settle. It wasn't his or his company's mistake, but he brought Mike along in the hopes that his replacement could fix it. He had to hold the man's hand, figuratively, while he figured out the retaining wall and pylons that would be needed to permanently stabilize the foundation and support the load of the building and parking lot. He climbed into bed, exhausted each night, and called Megan before he fell asleep. She hadn't calmed down yet about her experience the previous weekend. She had written a report to her superiors in the organization, and was receiving a lot of professional attention, which she was loving. Megan was spending the week preparing for their next visit, and was full of bubbling energy, which Jordan found infectious, in spite of his tired state. She had her first ASL lessons planned, with grape rewards for participation. She had special bands made for her fit bits that would stretch big enough for the Bigfoot, and she had a smartphone app that could read multiple sensors at a time. Megan also had gotten a portable ultrasound device to check on the status of the pregnant females and measure their development. She was especially thrilled about this, because no one had ever studied a pregnant female Bigfoot that wasn't under sedation, and no one had ever managed repeat visits. Friday night finally rolled around. Jordan made his usual shopping trip, stocking up on provisions to feed his family of giants. He spent over $150 on groceries, and had a cart piled high with meat, fruit, vegetables, grains and dried fruits and nuts. He packed them in his saddlebags, and tried to get to bed early. He had agreed to meet Megan at 10 in the morning, which meant leaving at sunrise. He was too excited to sleep, and woke often to look at the clock. *** Jordan sprung awake at 4:55 AM the following morning, 5 minutes before his alarm was set to go off. He was showered, dressed, fed and packed by 5:30, and decided to get on the road to beat Megan to the trading post where they were supposed to meet. She was there at 9:30 when Jordan pulled up. She crooked her finger at him, and gave him a big kiss before she asked him to join her in her jeep. "Dr. Stein has a bunch of stuff he wants to talk to us about. I think we've made his life this week pretty hard. Interesting, but hard. He's waiting on our call." She said. Megan pulled out a tablet, and pulled up the Skype application. In a minute, Dr. Stein's face appeared on the screen. He wore dark glasses this time, which somehow made him look more distinguished. "Good morning Jordan and Megan. I hope you're both ready for another exciting weekend of research." He said cheerfully. "Of course, I could barely sleep last night I was so excited." Megan bubbled. "Great. Listen, I've got a bunch of things I want to talk with you guys about. "Jordan first: Your permits have all been approved and signed off on for the building of your cabin. The inspections are complete and on file with the county." He said. "Don't you need the floor design and specifications of my cabin? I don't even have the foundation in yet. How can you have it approved already?" Jordan wondered. "Jordan, you're a civil engineer, right?" Dr. Stein asked. Jordan nodded. What's the recommended roof load capacity for the elevation at which you're building your cabin?" "Above 9000 feet elevation, they recommend 70 pounds per square foot, but the winds get pretty bad, and given the damage done to my other cabin by the local wildlife, I was going to plan on doubling that. I have some CAD drawings, but they aren't completed yet." Jordan answered. "I think you'll be fine. Inspections are so some yahoo doesn't try living in an unsafe structure. I have no doubt what you build will still be standing in 200 years. Send us those CAD drawings when complete, and we'll get the county's file updated. "We also have approved a little gift for you. Megan tells us you estimate another thousand pounds of dry cement mix and 300 pounds of rebar for foundation and septic tank?" Dr. Stein asked. Jordan nodded. "A national guard helicopter will be delivering a pallet of supplies tomorrow around noon. "When you hear the helicopter coming, we want you to wave the orange flag Megan has in our care package, and plant it where you want them dropped." "That's incredibly generous. Thank you!" Jordan answered. "There's more. A moving team will show up at your house on Friday morning before you leave for work. Leave your keys with them. Once you are moved out, a cleaning crew will come by to take care of your condo. We have already vacated your lease, so when you are done with work on Friday, head straight for your new apartment in Gunnison. Megan will give you the address." Dr. Stein said. "This is too generous. I don't know how I can repay you for everything you are doing for me." Jordan said. "Jordan, we asked you to keep a secret, and you did. Then we asked you to share your time and land with us, and you agreed. We also asked you to quit your job and move half-way across the state to go back to school and get a degree so that you can come work for us, and you did. "We take care of our own. We have considerable resources at our disposal, and I don't think you understand what an incredible resource you have been, and will continue to be in the future. We are investing in you, and we expect that it will pay dividends." Dr. Stein answered with a kind smile. "But, permits and National Guard helicopters, tuition, movers and building supplies? That's a lot." Jordan said. "Jordan, since the beginning of this year, there have been over 500 human encounters with Bigfoot reported to us. Most of them were at night, or at a distance, but we still have had to intercept 14 videos taken as good as or better than the Patterson footage. We have to create hoaxes just to keep the real videos that slip through looking fake. "Every day is a scramble for our organization to stay ahead of the general public and their curiosity. Ten years ago, we wouldn't expect half of that number of videos in a whole year. Now every hiker, hunter and camper had a camera and camcorder in their pockets. Once the technology gives them night vision, or telescoping lenses, the jig is up. "Add the cheap trail-cams hitting the market, and our job gets even harder. One silver lining is those new trail cams with the wireless data connections that will email the pictures to you. We have a back door into their servers, which allows a nerd at a computer to screen the pictures before their owner sees them. "Sooner or later, the general public will find out about the existence of Bigfoot. We have legislation crafted to protect them, scientific papers and books written, videos made. We can't afford to be made out for the conspiracy that we really are, and will not cross certain lines to keep it a secret. Whether it's tomorrow or 10 years from now, the general public will be made aware of Bigfoot's existence, and our organization's focus will shift from concealing to protecting the species. "You still don't seem to understand what a big deal you are. I've been in meetings all week long, and the sole subject has been you, and Megan's report about you. Like it or not, you are an ambassador to the Bigfoot, and your ladies are going to be the Bigfoot's ambassadors to the world. "When that day comes, we are going to need to show social, peaceful interactions between you and your ladies...and Megan of course. We are going to need to dispel the public panic of the monsters in the mountains, and in the woods. "In the meantime, we need to fill the holes in our knowledge. Megan is the best we have at what she does. Two pregnant Bigfoot to study, two toddlers, and several other adult females, and Megan has been accepted into their lair. We expect great things from her and you. "The next action item is the annual Bigfoot conference. You just missed the conference this year, but we would like for you and Megan to be prepared to present at next year's conference in Salt Fork, Ohio. It will be the weekend of May 16th. About 25% of the attendees are crazies who have no idea what's truth and myth, but are excited anyways. They provide camouflage for the rest of us. "Half of the rest of us will play the part of skeptics, but are really 'in the know,' and the other half will play 'believers.' If anyone asks you your thoughts on Bigfoot, you can choose whether to be a 'skeptic' or a 'believer,' but steer away from statistics and facts. "It took me forever to stop saying 'evidence supports the existence of Bigfoot,' after I found out, and start saying 'I believe.' Framing the issue as a matter of faith in the scientific community allows us to keep talking about it, educating the public while keeping their existence and our knowledge a secret. "Next action item. We monitor populations weekly by infrared on a small aircraft. Part of the duty of an alpha is to mark his territory with his musk as a warning to keep other males out. Since the death of the alpha on your property, we have detected two paired individuals sniffing around his old territory as the scents have faded. We're guessing two males, but it could be a male and female. "In the care package we sent to Megan are two large spray bottles of synthesized Bigfoot musk. You need to go around and spray trees all around the valley where your ladies live, especially the northern boundary where there have been incursions. "Luckily the girls haven't had to forage far from home since you are feeding them, but sooner or later they will encounter the interlopers if you don't protect your turf. The spray is a good first defense. We made it extra aggressive." Dr. Stein announced proudly. "That sounds like it was expensive." Jordan answered. "Not at all." Dr. Stein answered. "The mercaptan and thiol musk molecules are common to most animals of the weasel family and some others, and we have a fairly inexpensive mix of that. They are personalized by the individual bacteria on the male's armpits and crotch. We simply grew up a culture of Bigfoot sweat, mixed it with skunk and beaver gland extracts, bottled it and sent it to you. "The health of an individual is determined by the strength of his musk smell on the trees and rocks, so don't be stingy. We will keep you in a supply of the stuff for as long as there are challengers to your place in the group. Use it heavy, and use it often. "The final thing is that we have installed a cell repeater with line of sight to your valley. You want to talk about expensive and pulling strings, Jordan? That was a feat. Getting a cell tower with 4G data and power installed on a mountaintop in the middle of national forest land in 5 days is about the limit of my power. The other stuff was a cakewalk by comparison. "You will have cell service. We will also take over your cell phone plans, and you have unlimited data, so feel free to skype with me or anyone else any time. If you run into trouble on the property, help is now a phone call away. "Oh, also We will hopefully be sending both of you to classes this fall for field medical courses, videography and public speaking, along with some others that will be required should you still be working with us when everything goes public. "We have high expectations of both of you, and we know you won't let us down. We just want to make sure we keep you prepared for when it happens. Megan, you will be more famous than Jane Goodall, so be mentally prepared for that. "I think that's it for today. Kaitlin will be moving to town next weekend, the same time as you, Jordan. We'll let you use your discretion about what you to tell her about your group and its dynamics, and when or if you are ready to take her along with you. "You two be careful up there today, and keep in touch." Dr. Stein said. They all said their goodbyes, and signed off. It was 11 AM now, and Megan transferred her backpack to Jordan's truck. *** By noon, Jordan and Megan pulled up to the cabin on Jordan's motorcycle. Jordan once again considered widening the road and installing a gate, but the narrow trail limited access to curious campers. He would have to ask Dr. Stein about a better parking spot for his truck. Megan thought he would be agreeable "Aahh. Home again." Megan giggled. "It's crazy, but this crappy little isolated cabin really does feel like home after only 24 hours, and not even having slept here one night." "I know what you mean." Jordan said. "I wouldn't want to live here over the winter, but if I didn't have to work on Monday, there's no way I would go back for weeks. Once I get my big cabin built, I think I could spend the rest of my life in this valley, leaving only for food and the occasional social visits to friends and family." "Mmmm. That sounds nice." Megan said, walking inside and taking her backpack off, and dropping a red duffle in a corner. "I brought a totally different set of stuff this time compared to last time. Lots of medical devices and stuff. "Check this out." She said, bringing a little device the size of a walnut attached to a long, white cord. "I plug it into my smartphone, and it turns it into an ultrasound." Megan plugged it in and opened the app, demonstrating for Jordan on her own taut stomach. "I can even take measurements as the babies develop. Also, I also got these extra big elastic bracelets for the Fitbits. I was thinking we could each wear them, and give them to the ladies as 'gifts.' That way, they might think they are special, and keep them on." "Makes sense." Jordan said, accepting one on each wrist, just like Megan had. Just then, the cabin darkened, and they both turned to see Jane standing in the doorway. She rushed to Jordan's arms, huffing and grunting into his neck. Jordan looked at Megan who was crying. "Shut up, don't look at me." She laughed through her tears. Jane broke free from Jordan and approached Megan, sniffing her hair, and giving a little nuzzle, though not as excited about Megan as she was about Jordan. Jane touched the Fitbit bracelet on Megan's wrist, and pulled at it, intrigued by the bright pink color. Megan showed it to her, and offered it to the giant, who put it on her own wrist like a decoration. She gave Megan a big nuzzle after that, and even spent a minute taking Megan's braid out, and 'grooming' her hair, which now looked like a bird's nest. Jordan gave Jane some vegetables to get started. She was unsure what to make of an avocado, so Jordan cut it open and removed the pit. She scooped the green goo out with her finger, and ate it slowly, taking an apple and a cucumber when it was gone. Jordan gave her a paper bag full of food, and she took it out the door and down the hill in the direction of the mine where the family most likely slept. "I know we have a lot of work to do, spraying musk on trees and all, but..." Megan slowly unbuttoned her shirt. "I've been thinking about you all week. I don't know how much I'm going to get you to myself this weekend..." Megan was wearing a lacy pink bra underneath, and she slowly, teasingly took her shirt off. "...so I'm thinking, let's make hay while the sun shines." She crossed the room, shimmying out of her jeans as she walked, leaving matching pink lace panties on. She wrapped her arms around Jordan's neck, and brought him down for a kiss. Megan's tongue darted out, and when Jordan brought his own out to meet it, Megan gently snatched it with her teeth, and nibbled, smiling. Her eyes were alight with lust, and she kept kissing Jordan, each touch filled with need. "I need you naked, right now." Megan said, and started tugging at the bottom of Jordan's shirt. They broke their kiss long enough to get the t-shirt over Jordan's head, and then met again as Megan fumbled with the belt on Jordan's shorts. "Hold on." She said, and closed the cabin door, latching it. "I don't want to get interrupted this time." Megan dropped Jordan's shorts and boxers together, pushing him down in the old wooden chair, and tugging off his shoes. She straddled him, still wearing her bra and panties, and proceeded to give Jordan a lap dance, despite the lack of music. She took his hands and guided them to the clasp on her bra when she was ready. As the garment fell away, Megan ran her hands through his hair, and pulled on the back of his head to bring his mouth to her nipple. She gasped as his warm mouth took her in, and gently licked and sucked the hard nipple. Jordan had been hard before she sat down, and Megan's teasing had him painfully erect against her clothed crotch. "Is that for little old me?" Megan asked, rubbing the hard length between her legs. Jordan groaned at the increased friction. She rose from his lap, looking at the swollen, red appendage sticking straight out. "Oh, you look like you're ready to burst." She said, wrapping one hand around it, and sinking to her knees. "I think I'd better take good care of this before I start riding it, or you won't last a minute." She said with a teasing smirk. Megan's tongue came out, and curled around the underside of his shaft. She licked slowly upwards to the head, where she engulfed him as she came back down. Her brilliant blue eyes looked up into Jordan's as she lowered herself down until he hit the back of her mouth. "Mmmm." She moaned onto his cock as it hit the back, and started to ease past the opening into her throat. She came off gasping for air, and began pumping Jordan's cock hard with her mouth and hand, still moaning a little, creating vibrations on the head. She was right. Jordan only lasted a minute before he felt his climax approaching. "Oh god, Megan, I'm there. I'm..." He gasped out. "Mmhhmm!" Megan moaned out around her mouthful of cock. Jordan's legs went numb, and his hips rocked out of his control as he fired load after load of hot liquid into Megan's mouth. He saw her try to swallow, but a little dripped out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. Megan cleaned Jordan off, scooping the dribble of cum off her chin and into her mouth. "There, doesn't that feel better?" She asked teasingly. "You're amazing." He said. "The benefits of being with an older woman." She laughed. "You're 32. I'm only 6 years younger than you." Jordan responded. "I know, but guys always seem to go for younger women. We may have more sagging and our clocks are ticking, but I defy you to find a college girl who can deliver a blowjob as good as me." She giggled. "Challenge accepted." Jordan joked. Megan slapped his thigh, laughing before taking his flagging erection into her mouth, and quickly bringing the iron back into it. "There, now that the first one's out of the way, I want you to fuck me as good as you did last weekend... Better if you can manage. If I have to share you with 6... I mean 5 other ladies this weekend, you'd better leave me bowlegged and wincing at the thought of doing this again." Megan said with a wicked smile on her face. Monsters in the Mountains Ch. 02 Jordan was still sitting on the chair, and Megan climbed on top, straddling him, and sitting on his lap, guiding his cock between her folds. She was soaking wet, and she took him in with only a few wipes to spread her lips and her lubrication over his swollen head. "Aahhh!" She moaned. "I'm so looking forward to you living in town with me. My door and my legs are open any time you want more of this." She laughed. The chair was short enough that Megan could reach the floor with her toes, and used the leverage to rock back and forth hard on Jordan's cock, bringing herself quickly to orgasm. Jordan could feel the tightness starting around his cock, and he latched onto one nipple, sucking and biting gently. His other hand slid down her ass, and applied gentle pressure to her puckered brown hole, not hard enough to push inside. "Oh Jesus, Jordan!" Megan screamed, and she came hard, squirting again, all over Jordan's cock. He could feel her warm, sticky fluid drip down, coating his balls, and pooling on the wooden seat of the chair where it immediately started to cool. Megan was still twitching, rocking her hips through the aftershocks of the biggest orgasm she'd ever had. She tried moving her hips again, but her legs were numb, and she couldn't get a rhythm going with her feet on the floor not responding. Jordan solved the problem by picking her up, and carrying her over to the bed. The air mattress was starting to deflate a little, but Jordan laid her on the edge, his own feet still firmly planted on the ground. Megan sunk into the air cushion, still attached to Jordan. He began sawing in and out of her with long, firm strokes, and Megan was delirious with lust and sensation. Her face was beet red, and a bright blush extended from her neck down her chest. She was breathing hard, and Jordan thought she was approaching another climax. Sure enough, after a few minutes of this position, Megan shook through another big orgasm, screaming at first, then she covered her eyes with her arm, and seemed to grow quiet and still. Jordan slowed, and stopped. "You okay baby?" He asked, moving her arm. Megan's eyes were closed, and she appeared to be sleeping. He could still see her chest rising and falling fast, struggling for oxygen. He pulled out of her and stood over her unconscious body, marveling at her beauty. Her dirty-blonde hair spread out around her head in a yellowish halo, and her flawless, pale skin glowed with the thin sheen of sweat. Megan had a half-smile stuck on her face, and seemed to be truly at peace. Jordan heard a whistling sound outside, and guessed that Jane had returned. He went to open a window, and Megan seemed to stir at the sound. "No, we're not done yet. You open that door, and you're dead meat." She muttered, half-conscious. "I don't think you're in any condition to continue." Jordan told her, leaning over to kiss her forehead gently. "Maybe if you didn't give such an impressive dicking, we wouldn't be in this situation." She laughed, and Jordan followed. "There's nothing wrong with just giving a girl a few mind-blowing orgasms. You don't have to make her pass out." They laughed again. "Get back over here. I'm awake, and I'll be damned if I'm leaving this cabin before I feel you finish inside of me." Jordan needed no more invitation than that, and positioned himself between her spread legs. "Oooh." Megan winced. "Sensitive. Go slow at first." Jordan obeyed, and worked his way up into a nice rhythm. Megan was moaning on the bed, but she was fully awake, and her sapphire blue eyes intently met his, a look of concentration on her face. "Okay, I'm about to come again, and I can't take much more of this. You'd better come with me." Megan warned. "Almost... there..." Jordan gasped, staring into those blue pools, taking in the halo of blonde hair and the small, perky breasts, which bounced as he slammed her tight body over and over again. Jordan came hard, his legs shaking under him, and he had to put his hands down on the bed for support. He kept his hips bucking for a little more stimulation, just to keep his orgasm going as long as he could. Megan cried out when she felt Jordan swell within her, and she could feel the hot liquid come pouring out of the man and bathing deep inside of her. She had been right on the cusp of her own climax, waiting for Jordan, holding back as best she could. When she saw his face screw up and felt him coming deep inside of her, she couldn't hold back anymore, even if she wanted to. Jordan again felt the now familiar wetness of Megan's come, mixing with his own, and dripping down the inside of his legs. He slowly withdrew and saw the mess on Megan's own thighs, and running down the crack of her shapely ass. He ran for the roll of toilet paper, ripping off a few sheets before taking it to her, and helping her clean up. "I don't know what the hell you do to me. I've had plenty of good sex before, but I've never squirted like that, and DEFINITELY never passed out before." Megan smiled, looking up from wiping her thighs with wads of TP. "You're trouble, mister." Jordan brought Megan a bottle of water, and opened the door for Jane, who stood outside, looking like a kid who got left behind. "Oh, poor thing!" Megan said, reaching her hand out to Jane. She was naked still, and patted the floor in front of her, offering to groom. Jane accepted, and Megan set to work combing her fingers through the soft brown fur and releasing mats. Jordan was surprised when his phone rang. He answered it and put it on speakerphone, seeing that it was Dr. Stein. "Hey guys. I see that the cell tower is working, thank god. "I just wanted you to know that you're still wearing your Fitbits, and the data is being streamed to our offices." Megan's face had been starting to lose its blush, which came back with a vengeance. Her eyebrows rose, and she appeared to pass red and turn purple. She covered her mouth, and gave a nervous laugh. "So... I guess some congratulations are in order. It looks like one of you may have passed out for a while there, and if you want privacy in the future, I suggest that you take those off. Also, we have a third specimen wearing a sensor. So congratulations on your first successful tagging, although we should probably put the receivers in a place where we don't lose the signal when they move around. We will add another cell phone to your kit for next time, and you can leave it near the mine entrance. "I just wanted you to know before we had a whole day's worth of data on you two. We already knew you had a relationship, but don't want you to be too embarrassed, and we really need that kind of data from the Bigfoot, not you two." Dr. Stein said. Jordan could hear the smile in his tone as he spoke. They said their goodbyes, and Jordan hung up. "Oh my god! I've never been this embarrassed my whole life!" Megan said, taking off her Fitbit bracelet and throwing it at Jordan. She was laughing, so he hoped she wasn't too mad. Jordan wondered how many people knew that he and Megan were fucking, and how many had access to the data. He was a little embarrassed, but had to laugh at the situation. *** Jane's eyes were on Jordan as he moved around the cabin, especially on his cock. Megan was working on getting her stitches out with a pocket knife and pair of tweezers when Jane rose and crossed the room, picking Jordan up. He panicked when she sat him on the side of the bed, and moved her mouth to his cock. Jane pursed her lips and took him inside, licking and sucking on his flaccid cock. Jordan was a little embarrassed that his erection was more from fear than lust, but he was getting hard. "That's amazing. I started with a blowjob the last time she was here with us in the cabin, the first time I met her. Now I wish I knew if that's a natural or learned behavior." Megan bubbled. "Hey, do you think you could try to get one of the other females that's never seen a blowjob to attempt one on you? Maybe Wilma, she seems fun enough to try it?" Jordan looked at his human friend, while a furry giant awkwardly fellated him back to hardness. "Seriously?" He asked. "Hey, that's why we're here." She laughed. "To find out if Bigfoot gives good blowjobs?" Jordan asked, smiling. "It's not the quality of blowjobs I'm interested in. If they do it in the wild, that might mean that our common ancestor, on the plains of Africa were giving each other BJs. I know bonobos do it, but it's certainly not common in other great ape species. "This may be the only time that we get to test that theory in the wild, before they all see Jane doing it. All you have to do is wave that thing in Wilma's face, and see if she takes it in her mouth." Megan pleaded. "And if she bites it off?" Jordan asked. Megan blushed again, and then paled. "She wouldn't do that, would she? She's so sweet and gentle. I'd keep it away from Sarah, and probably Ginger. They might try biting. I'm sure Jill would also give a BJ if she knows what it is." "I'll try it, but you'll owe me bigtime." Jordan agreed. Megan smiled and nodded. Jane finished getting Jordan hard, and pulled him against the wall in a standing position, with her facing away from him, and bracing herself on the wall of the cabin. Jordan eased into her from behind. Jane was just tall enough to squat down a little, and the position wasn't awkward for Jordan at all. He entered her from behind, and once again wrapped one arm around her chest, fondling a heavy, fur covered breast. The other arm went lower, reaching for and finding her clit. He rubbed circles around the hard nub, bringing it up out of its hood. Jane arched her back, and immediately hit her climax, screaming out in release. Jordan looked over at Megan, who was fascinated, watching the scene play out with her mouth open. Jane jerked her hips back, and whimpered. Jordan had already finished twice, and knew that his orgasm was still far off. He slammed his hips up into Jane, fucking her rough and hard. She was still surprisingly tight, but her big body could take a pounding. She looked down over her shoulder at Jordan, and he could see lust in her human eyes, and love too. He removed the hand from her big breast, and gently caressed her cheek before burying his face in her neck, and nuzzling her. That was the trigger for Jane's second orgasm. Jane arched her back again, making deep grunts as she reached release. She stood up straight, dislodging Jordan's cock from inside of her. She lay on her back on the bed, and Jordan came over to lay between her hips. Jane pursed her lips, clearly wanting a 'human' kiss. Jordan complied, and planted his lips over her brown, furry lips. Her face fur was soft and wispy, and he briefly wondered what she would look like shaved, before focusing on the kiss. He ended the kiss by nuzzling her neck, which she grunted in pleasure at. She reached down, finding Jordan's cock, and eased it into her folds. She was like the world's biggest, warmest teddy bear, and Jordan buried his face in her neck, luxuriating in the feeling of the soft fur all over his chest and face, the warm spicy musk, and the hot wet pussy, gripping his cock. He began fucking her slowly; gently, never wanting the embrace to end. He felt movement on the bed, and raised his head out of Jane's neck to see Megan moving in close. "I've never been so jealous of a Bigfoot before... or a man." She whispered, and kissed his cheek. Jordan smiled and buried his face once again. Jane's hands and furry arms explored his back and ass, softly rubbing up and down his naked skin. Minutes passed, and Jordan lost track of time. Jane had several little orgasms, coming closer together as she built to one big one. Jordan was surprised to feel himself beginning to reach climax, and began moving just a little faster, thrusting a little harder. His hand found her large breast, and he squeezed, pinching the nipple. Jane's pussy clamped hard on his cock, milking it. That was enough, and Jordan released himself into her with a groan. The slow, luxurious fucking led him to a slow and intense orgasm. It seemed to keep going, on and on while Jane's pussy kept clutching and milking him. Jordan lay there for a long time afterwards, nuzzling the soft fur on her neck, while Jane cradled his body, gently keeping him in place on her. He hoped this moment would never end, but Megan cleared her throat to get his attention. He looked up and she was fully dressed again, her shirt unbuttoned just enough to show off the pink bra underneath. She held up the spray bottles of musk, shaking them as though to remind him of their job. Jordan reluctantly pulled himself up off of and out of Jane. She made an adorable little whimper as he left. He looked down at her broad body, and saw the imprint his body had left behind in her soft fur. He immediately wished he was there instead of standing, looking for his clothes. "Alright, lover-boy. Let's get some stinky shit spread around before trouble comes calling." Megan said, opening the door, and spraying the outside. She sniffed, inhaling deeply and started coughing. "Oh shit. This stuff is nasty. We'll keep those bigfoot out on smell alone." She said. Jordan moved forward and inhaled lightly. It smelled just about like the big alpha had, with a few minor differences. It definitely burned the nose and throat. Jane rose off the bed, going from relaxed to irritated in an instant. She sniffed the door, carefully licking her lips and really getting the musk in her nose. She gave several loud grunts, and looked around for the source of the offending odor. Once dressed, Megan handed Jordan the bottle. "Do you have any idea what the borders of our territory are supposed to be?" Jordan asked. "Natural landmarks are usually borders. Streams, mountain ridges, rock piles and meadows to name a few. Let's start to the north, where the interlopers were spotted, and see if we can't get them run off. Then we can secure the rest of your borders when we get more." She answered. They walked together beyond the northern border of the property. They found some promising rock piles, which they sprayed, then walked along the edge of a meadow, misting every other tree as they went. They crossed down, through the valley, over the brook and back up the hills on the other side, hitting trees and rocks with a spray of nasty musk as they went. "Are you sure this will work? What if the musk is just a challenge?" Jordan asked. "It's definitely a challenge. It's supposed to say that a big, bad Mofo lives here, and don't enter unless you want your head smashed in." Megan answered. "I told you, I've seen some of these fights. They get real violent, and the males only test the occupants if they think they're weak. Based on everything we know, this stuff should advertise a bad tempered giant in perfect health. They'd be crazy to test that, knowing what's at stake." Jordan and Megan hiked along, spraying until both bottles were empty before heading back. "I think that ought to do it." Megan said. She was quiet as they hiked, but then said "Do you think they'll let us sleep in their cave again tonight?" She asked. "The way you were laying on Jane, she just looked like the world's softest bed. No offense to your cabin, but I'd love to fall asleep again in a pile of soft fur and warm bodies." Megan said, wrapping her arms around her body. Night was starting to fall, and she was shivering as the spring wind blew cold up on the mountainside. "I don't see why not, we're part of the family." Jordan answered. They stepped out of the forest, and into a high, rocky meadow overlooking the valley below. The cabin looked like a model way down on the edge of the forest below them. The sun was starting to turn orange as it set, and bathed the bluish green forest in an unnatural looking light for as far as the eye could see. "Jesus. I've been all over the world, and seen some pretty amazing views, but this is... I've never seen anything like this." Megan said. Jordan looked over and a tear ran down her cheek. "Shut up!" She laughed when he looked at her. "It's just so damn beautiful is all. And I must have something in my eye." Megan sat on a long, flat rock covered in lichens. "Sit with me?" She asked. Jordan sat. "You know Jane's in love with you, right?" She asked. Jordan nodded slowly. "Are you in love with her?" Jordan didn't respond for a while, then said. "It's hard. I feel so deeply for her. I'd give my life for her, nearly did once, and she nearly gave her life for me. But... we've never had a conversation. We can't communicate; we can't tell jokes, share stories. "It doesn't diminish what I feel for you, or for any other member of the group. I love what we have and I don't want that to end because I am in love with a creature that can't even tell me what's on her mind. Does that make sense?" Jordan asked. "Of course. I'm not asking if you're going to marry her or to choose between us. I love that there is a kind of love that can thrive incommunicado, and that you are capable of that. I meant what I said, that I'm jealous of Jane. What the two of you have is amazing, but I also love what we have, you and I. She took his hand in both of hers, kissing it. "I'm living my dream out here. Watching a beautiful sunset with a handsome man, surrounded by wildflowers, and walking bowlegged from a masterful round of fucking." Megan smiled, and bumped Jordan's shoulder with hers, which made him smile. "I have a career that pays incredibly well for something that I almost went and did for free. For the first time ever, instead of chasing calls in the night and blurs on an infrared camera, I'm interacting with and studying my subjects up close. I'm just so freaking happy right now." Megan sobbed, and Jordan put an arm around her. "You said that the closest you had ever gotten was when Jane was outside the cabin. If 500 people have accidentally run into Bigfoot so far this year, how come you've never gotten closer to an animal you were actively searching for?" Jordan asked her. "That was intentional. I kept my distance to observe without interfering. If they'd known I was there, they would have acted differently. I watched the same males over the course of several years, and found one small group with one or two females. I spent hours watching them build shelters and gathering food, and a few rare moments of interaction." "They're going to be waking up soon, and I only have one flashlight. Let's get down the hill before it's totally dark out." Jordan said. *** It was dark as the two humans returned to the cabin. The whole gang had gathered around the cabin door, taking turns sniffing the musk. They seemed agitated, and angry, but very relieved and happy to see Jordan. Less so with Megan. Jordan even got a neck nuzzle from Sarah, who embraced him before jumping back, wary of Megan. Jordan brought the food out, and everyone ate, including Jordan and Megan. Little Pebbles was still breastfeeding, and Wilma let her latch on while she killed a bunch of bananas, a handful of apples, 2 cucumbers, a whole pound of baby carrots, a whole roasted turkey breast and a pound of oatmeal. Jordan kept the food going, and saw Wilma get a bag of almonds and a bag of raisins, though he didn't see her eating them. Ginger noticed the green Fitbit on Jordan's wrist, and the pink one on Jane's. She picked at it, and Jordan took it off his wrist, and put it on hers. It looked tiny on her massive, red fur-covered arms, but she seemed to like the jewelry, and played with it while she sat and ate her own feast. The group was happy, clucking and chirping with mouths full and bellies filling up, sitting and rolling in the tall grass near the cabin. The giants were restless, having just woken up, and were soon on their feet, calling out, getting ready to run. Monsters in the Mountains Ch. 02 Jordan and Megan had been up all day, and had just gone for a long hike. They were exhausted, and in no shape to follow the shrieking Bigfoot women through the woods and up the mountains. They returned inside the cabin, but the musk had permeated the little space, and the inside smelled like a skunk had sprayed a high school boy's locker room. They opened the cabin windows and went for a walk, down to the mine where they hoped to spend the night. "I should probably be out with them, observing, but you wore me out today." Megan complained. "You're the alpha now, next time you can go spread your own stinky shit all over creation." Jordan laughed at that. "Sure. Next time." He dimmed his LED flashlight so he could adjust his eyes to the dark cavern. "So, if you weren't an anthropologist, studying Bigfoot, where would you be and what would you be doing right now?" Jordan asked. "I'd probably still be in California." She admitted. "I wanted to be an artist, not that the job pays well, unless you can sell your soul." "Why art then? Did you paint? Sculpture?" He asked. "Honestly, the thing I loved about art was the thing that I love about anthropology. They're both the study of people. I did some painting and sculptures, but I really love a good pencil sketch, black and white. Simple. It says as much about the artist as it does about the subject, how they see the world, their moods, perspective. "Studying Bigfoot is studying humans, just through a much wider frame than art. The explosive tempers, the kindness, the love, the fear. That's all the same in us, just not tempered by the unwritten rules by which we govern ourselves and our society. Strip away all the niceties and politeness, and we would be out there in the woods, screaming and chasing deer all night, and fucking the day away in caves. "There are physical and mental differences, to be sure, but understanding the Bigfoot means understanding us. Dr. Stein is right, you know. When the shit hits the fan, and CNN is running the story of 'Bigfoot Found,' it's you and I that are going to have to answer the questions in front of the cameras. I want to have those answers, not just the stupid ones, like how do they smell, or what they eat, but the profound ones, like 'What can a Bigfoot tell us about ourselves,' and 'how can we live together peacefully?'." "You really are going to be to Bigfoot what Jane Goodall is to chimpanzees." Jordan observed. "Time to start working on your soft spoken British accent." Megan smiled at him. "I'm okay with that. I mean, not all the fame and public speaking, but being an ambassador for the Bigfoot. Someone who understands them, and speaks on their behalf. "Before last weekend, I was the last person you would have wanted doing that, because all I had seen of them was the crazy recluse beating each other up over territory. Now I've seen love, no different from what a human would feel. When the time comes, I'm going to be ready. The public will love them, because I do. "I'm going to work on testing them once we know some sign language, but I bet their intelligence isn't that much lower than ours, just different. They certainly seem much smarter than other great apes I've observed." Megan said. The cave was silent for a few minutes, while both were deep in thought. Megan broke the silence once again. "I just realized I've been sitting here jabbering about myself. I want to know more about you. Any siblings?" "Nope, only child. I have two cousins on my mom's side, boy and a girl. The girl is my age, and the boy is 2 years older. They grew up down the street from me, and we were like siblings growing up, just not in the same house, or the same parents." He answered. "That's nice, so you saw them often?" Megan asked. "Yeah, once or twice a month, our parents swapped babysitting for date nights. We would usually make it into sleepovers, so we were close. We also went to the same schools, and looked out for each other." Jordan said. "What made you want to become an engineer?" Megan asked. "I always loved building stuff. In high school, we had a bridge building contest, where we had to build a bridge out of Popsicle sticks and glue. I just started seeing the triangles and spokes of the trusses in my head. I knew where to put supports and where to add extra glue. "I was usually a pretty shy kid before that, but my group was bumbling around with some terrible ideas, and I knew what we had to do, so I took charge. "Our design won the contest, the only one not to break. The thing held up 200 pounds over a 4 foot span with only those two materials. I knew then that I wanted to design things, build things. The soil engineering was a money decision. They were hiring, and I got time and a half for putting in overtime. "I was socking my money away for a house, but it seemed like every time I saved $10,000, the housing market went up by another $10,000 for the house I wanted. Plus, I didn't want to buy and then have to sell it and move. It turns out that was a good instinct." Jordan said. The two talked about little stuff after that. Jordan wanted to know more about the apartment that would be his home in a week's time, and Megan's impression of the town and the college where he would be the next two years of his life. Jane came in first. Out of breath, but glowing with excitement. Missy followed behind, and then the rest of the group. They looked well-fed, and well exercised. Missy wasted no time, walking to Jordan, and asking for sex with her gestures. Jordan stood, taking off his clothes until he wore nothing but his Fitbit. Missy noticed it, and he offered it to her. She accepted, and wore it like jewelry. Jordan moved to the soft nest. The massive giant had to stoop to walk through the cave, and looked more ape than human as she approached Jordan hunched over. He managed to get Missy on her back, with her legs spread wide. Jordan rubbed the inside of her thighs, luxuriating in the soft warmth of that thick fur. In the dim light, he could make out beads of moisture on her pussy lips. Jordan leaned down, and gently licked the folds. Missy's nectar tasted just like it smelled: sweet, spicy and earthy. She gave a grunt of pleasure at the gesture, and Jordan rolled the drop of liquid around in his mouth, deciding that he liked it. He leaned in for more. More aggressive this time, he spread her outer lips with his tongue, pulling her inner labia into his mouth. He was rewarded with a thick coating of that musk on his tongue. He ran his middle finger up and down the crease, spreading his saliva and mixing it with the sweet spice. He slowly dipped his finger in, working it in and out, all the while laving her folds with his tongue. Once inside, Jordan curled his finger, searching for Missy's G-spot. Bigfoot must be just like humans, because it felt like a rough patch just inside the front wall. She jerked as he found it, and he started stroking her gently inside, while his tongue slowly zeroed in on her clit. He teased her little knob slowly, licking all over the hood, sucking and biting it. It swelled inside his mouth, and Jordan moved the hood out of his way with his tongue, sucking the hard cone into his mouth and licking it repeatedly. That sent Missy over the edge, bucking her hips wildly, while he held on. Jordan worked a second finger in, bringing her down slowly. He was rock hard by now, and decided to climb up and fuck her. Missy moaned as he slid in. She was so wet and tight. Missy was easily the largest of the Bigfoot, and easily the strongest. Lying on her back, her pussy was almost a foot off the ground, which made Jordan have to lie at a strange angle, folded to have his knees down for leverage. Jordan grabbed Missy's knees, and pushed them back, rotating her pussy straight up, so he could lay on top of her. She caught on, and held her knees for him, letting him lie between. Even so, his face only came up to her breasts, so he made the best of it, and licked and sucked on her giant nipples while he pounded away. She came again, then again while Jordan Focused on her pleasure. His own orgasm snuck up on him, and struck suddenly as Missy found her fourth orgasm, her tight pussy squeezing and milking as he lost control, and let loose inside of her. Jordan had come to enjoy the after part almost as much as the sex, and Missy let him lay on her. He sucked on a nipple while running his fingers through her fur, and breathing in the scent of her. She gently wrapped her arms and legs around Jordan, and he felt safe, warm and content. He felt her breathing change, and her arms and legs relax as Missy fell asleep. Jordan rose slowly off of her, and pulled his flagging erection out of her soft folds. The cool air on it immediately made it miss its warm home. Six pairs of eyes were on him. "You really don't ever do that half-way, do you?" Megan asked him with a grin. "That's two of us you've fucked unconscious today. At least she gets to enjoy the nap uninterrupted." Jordan laughed and kissed her. "Can you help me with something?" Megan asked. She held up the ultrasound device. "I want to play with this on you and me, so that the girls get curious and let me put it on them." She said. Jordan sat and reclined, still naked. Megan added just a little gel to the end of the little device, and laid it on his stomach. "Ah, I see you still have your appendix." She said. "You can see that?" Jordan asked. "No. Well, a doctor probably could, but I'm just messing around. I was only trained this week on how to find and measure babies with this thing." She responded. Jordan had to laugh at the playful look on her face. Megan took it off, added more gel, and started playing with her own stomach, trying to spot some structure that she recognized. "I think that may be my stomach right there?" She asked, showing Jordan the screen. Wilma came over first, always up for something to play with. Jordan tickled her, and got a grunting laugh. Megan placed the device on her stomach, and had to move it around to get through the fur. They already knew she wasn't pregnant, since she was breastfeeding Pebbles, but her acceptance of the device was helpful. Next, Megan approached Jill, who had been watching Jordan intently, all through his time with Missy, and during the ultrasound play. "You go down on her to distract her while I take some measurements and video." Megan instructed. "I'm not just your dancing penis, you know. I have feelings too." Jordan joked. "I'm not asking for your dancing penis, I'm asking for that magic tongue to distract the hairy giant while I do my job. I know it's up for the task." She quipped back. "The things I do for you..." Jordan said with a smile. Jill's legs had been spread since she first sat down, and Jordan kneeled between them. Where Missy had droplets of moisture, Jill had spread hers all around, matting the fur and puffing up her pussy lips. Jordan dove right in. Jill was sweeter than Missy had been, less earthy. She seemed to launch right into the grunting and moaning. Jordan licked the length of her folds and dipped his tongue in as deep as he could reach. Jill jerked. "Stop!" Megan complained. "Just keep her occupied, don't make her thrash around while I'm trying to figure this thing out!" Jordan relented, gently petting her thighs, and licking between her inner and outer lips. Jill rewarded him with little coos and soft moans. "Oh my god Jordan! Look at this." She showed Jordan the screen. A little face was visible, human looking. "You're only the second person ever, after me, to see a baby Bigfoot, in utero!" "I thought you said they'd examined pregnant females before." He said, keeping his eyes on Megan and his tongue on Jill. "We got a blood sample from one a few years back, but this portable ultrasound is state of the art. Even if we'd known that female was pregnant at the time, we wouldn't have had this available to us. We only had one data point on that individual, it was considered too stressful to keep shooting her with tranq darts to monitor her, so we left her alone." Megan explained. "It's beautiful, boy or girl?" He asked, taking a short break from licking. "Um... hold on a second... Girl. I'm pretty sure... yup it's a girl." She said. "Damn. You already outnumber us eight to two in this cave. I was hoping for a little less estrogen." Jordan joked. "Don't act like she won't be the greatest thing you've ever seen. She's going to have you wrapped around her little finger." Megan said. Jordan just smiled, and went back to licking. Megan took a long time, recording the video and doing all her measurements. "When you're done there, I'd like to examine Ginger, though I suspect that's going to be a little harder. She might not fall for your charm the way some of us do." Megan winked at him. Jordan latched onto Jill's clit and eased two fingers inside. Within minutes, he had her screaming out through a massive orgasm, spraying her sweet musk all over Jordan's face. Jordan brought her down easy, licking gently around her folds. He was getting ready to start working towards another climax, but he felt Jill's breathing change, and he looked up to see her eyes were closed. He let her sleep. Megan was standing near Ginger, and the two females were eyeing each other warily. "How do you want to do this?" Megan asked. She looked at him, and wiped her finger across Jordan's cheek, bringing Jill's fluid to her mouth. "You actually like this stuff? She asked. "It's an acquired taste." He laughed. "It's the act more than the flavor. I wouldn't sit down to a big glass of it, but I'll happily drink from the source." "I've got a source." Megan faked sadness. "And you haven't asked to drink from mine yet." "That's because you sprayed it all over my crotch before I could." Jordan laughed. "I take only half the responsibility for that little incident." Megan smiled back. "Now dive in, let's see if we can get two ultrasounds in one night." Jordan obeyed, repeating the gentle strokes on Ginger that he had performed on Jill and Missy. Ginger grew agitated when Megan placed the device on her stomach. Ginger growled and Megan backed off. Jordan moved his face off her pussy, and up to her neck, nuzzling her, playing with her nipples and talking softly to her. She wrapped her arms around Jordan, ignoring Megan touching her stomach. "Perfect." Megan whispered. "Just keep that up for about 15 minutes and I should be done here." Ginger calmed, and to Jordan's surprise, she nuzzled him back. Jordan kept talking to her, stroking her fur. "Mazel tov! It's a boy." Megan whispered smiling big. "I'm almost done here. Keep doing that." "How far along? " Jordan asked. "There's no way to know for sure. We don't even know how long their gestation is, or what's a healthy birth weight." Megan admitted. "I thought you said they were several months along?" Jordan asked. "I just meant that it was more than a few weeks. We know you aren't the father. If they were human, the program spits out a due date around Thanksgiving for Jill and Christmas for Ginger." Megan announced. "I'd guess plus or minus a month for those dates, but this is all new territory for us." When she was finished, Megan put her ultrasound device away in her backpack. She pulled up the app the received data from the Fitbit. "Wow, you're both really calm right now. You awake?" Megan asked. "Yup, just soaking it up. She's really comfortable, and I'm really tired. I may just sleep here tonight. Are you okay?" Jordan mumbled through a mouth of red fur. "Yeah, sleep well. I'm going to do some more science, then see if Jane will let me cuddle her." Megan whispered, kissing Jordan's forehead before she moved away. *** Jordan woke some time during the night, as Ginger pushed him off and rose. Jordan looked around and found another sleeper, who welcomed him. He spooned naked against her back. He woke that way when the morning light came in the mouth of the mine. He looked down to find himself spooning Sarah. Bam-Bam was curled up in her arms, and for just a moment, Jordan saw a flash of a happy future, one in which he never slept alone, and he was a father. Jordan moved off of Sarah, unsure whether she was aware of who cuddled her, and not wanting to raise her anger if she wasn't ready. He looked around and found Megan, half laying on Jane, and drooling. Jordan found his pants and shirt and dressed quickly. His phone claimed that it was now 9 AM. The air was warm out in the sun, and his nose filled with the resinous scent of pine trees. Jordan found a flat rock and sat, just enjoying the morning. He closed his eyes and lay back, listening to the wind and the birds in the trees. He didn't hear Sarah leave the cave and approach him. He started out of his reverie as her shadow fell across him. She looked angry at first, 'but maybe only concerned.' He thought. Sarah sat by Jordan on his rock, and placed one hand on his thigh. He put his hand on top of hers. It was large and hairy, and dark brown. Sarah reached with her other hand and touched Jordan's lips, then she reached down and rubbed her folds with that finger. She reached back, and Jordan took her big finger in his mouth, tasting her nectar and understanding her request. Jordan sat up, and moved between her legs. Sarah reclined and spread her legs wide as Jordan lowered his lips to her. He rubbed her thighs gently, enjoying the soft firmness of them. He licked gently up the center, tasting Sarah's pussy, and her unique musk. Less sweet, more of the spice than Jordan had tasted before. He brought his fingers up and gently spread her lips, working his tongue deeper and deeper into her opening. Jordan replaced his tongue with his fingers, pushing two fingers slowly inside, again searching for that rough patch that indicated her g-spot. Jordan found it, and gently stroked it, licking and nibbling all along her inner lips. Sarah grunted, rocking her massive hips up against Jordan's hand. Jordan latched onto Sarah's clit, and tongued it until it started to harden and rose out of its hood. Sarah was panting now, grunting and moaning as Jordan pushed her. His free hand slid up her stomach, brushing through that soft fur and he caressed first one breast, then the other. Sarah went off like a firecracker. Her hips bucked up hard, throwing Jordan's face off of her pussy. She screamed, long and loud. She screamed so much that Jordan thought she might actually be in pain. Sarah's pussy squirted. Without Jordan's mouth to catch it, thick hot fluid covered his face and hair, and splashed onto the rock behind him. It also wet the shoulders of his shirt. Sarah's scream finally stopped, and was replaced by panting grunts and whimpers. Jordan's fingers were still inside of her, and he stroked her gently, in and out, and her hips bucked and rocked. Sarah sat up suddenly and pulled Jordan on top of her. She nuzzled his neck, grunting contentedly. Jordan returned the action, and she held him gently in her arms. Jordan was rock hard, but had made huge progress with Sarah, and she wasn't about to take advantage of her. She made no move that told Jordan she was ready to fuck, and with his face in her neck, she hadn't put Jordan in that position to reach her pussy with his cock, and she hadn't taken his clothes off. After several minutes, Jordan rose and walked down the mine tailings to the brook, where he splashed the freezing water on his face to clean Sarah's sticky musk off his skin and hair. The cold water calmed him, and he was ready to return. Inside the mine, he found everyone awake, including Megan who sat naked, working mats out of Wilma's fur. Monsters in the Mountains Ch. 02 "I'm adding a comb and a brush to my backpack next time." Megan said, pulling apart on fur, while Wilma sat stoically. "Who was the lucky lady that woke us all up this morning?" "Sarah." Jordan answered. "Alright! Congratulations, the harem is complete!" Megan smiled. "Oral only, but it's progress." Jordan smiled. "Speaking of oral..." Megan made the hand motion of a blowjob, and pushed her cheek out with her tongue, bobbing her eyebrows." "Is that an offer?" Jordan joked. "Hey, you promised!" Just come wave it Wilma's face. Jordan dropped his shorts, and approached Wilma. She stared at it, and started rubbing her sex, in preparation for an interlude. "Damn, I guess she doesn't know what to do. Can you try it with Jill?" Megan pleaded. Jordan walked to Jill, who started preparing herself like Wilma had, but made no move to take him in her mouth. "Look, the helicopter with the pallet of supplies should be here in the next hour. Where did you leave the flag I'm supposed to plant?" Jordan asked as the experiment failed. "It's in the motorcycle, right saddlebag, I think. You need any help?" Megan asked, picking something out of Wilma's fur and throwing on the ground. "No, I'd imagine the girls will be pretty freaked when they hear a helicopter. Can you give out some food to try to keep them calm? Maybe work a little on your sign language lessons?" "Ooh, you have to see this..." Megan tapped on Wilma's shoulder. "Wilma, where baby?" She shook her finger and then made a rocking motion. Wilma made the baby rocking motion and pointed at Pebbles, who was playing with a sick, poking holes in a green leaf. "Yes! Baby!" Megan said in her best school teacher voice, and gave Wilma a grape from her backpack. Then to Jordan, she said "It's just two words, but she learned them, and grapes work for a reward. It's a great start!" Jordan smiled, congratulating Megan on her success. Jordan got the flag and took his shovel down to the cabin site. He would need to put a tarp over the pallet when it arrived, since he had work the next day, and wouldn't have a chance to mix and pour cement before leaving today. He dug the foundation deeper, flattening out some lumps. The footprint would be fairly large, over 800 square feet. Jordan planned a second story, plus a loft. It would give him over 1600 square feet, three bedrooms and two full bathrooms. He still had to dig a septic pit, and work out the foundation drainage, which he planned to accomplish with gravel from the stream, and some carefully dug channels. He would also need to inspect the 130 year old stonework of the cellar, ensuring that he wouldn't have to redo the rectangular cellar before he started building over it. He was digging out the septic pit when he heard the helicopter in the distance. He had selected a nice flat spot, 20 yards from his cabin site, where he would plant his flag. The helicopter appeared first, a massive twin rotor Chinook, painted with National Guard khaki colors. When he saw the payload, Jordan's jaw dropped. It was a shed, and a big one. Dr. Stein had promised Jordan a pallet of supplies. The shed was at least 10 feet by 15 feet. Jordan waved the flag until the helicopter made a beeline for his position. He planted the flag and stood back. Within minutes, the helicopter dropped its payload right next to the flag. The line was cut and the helicopter rose high into the sky before heading east. With shaking fingers Jordan opened the shed. It was packed full. The first thing he saw was an orange metal contraption. He recognized it as a portable, gas powered sawmill, but a much more expensive version than the one he was willing to pay for. Jordan looked around the shed. As promised, there was rebar and cement mix. There was also a gas powered cement mixer bucket on wheels. Packed deep in the back of the shed were doors, solar panels, bathroom fixtures, power tools, and everything else Jordan would need to build and finish his cabin. There were also 4 metal Jerri cans of gas, to run the lumber mill and cement mixer, as well as a gas generator. Jordan immediately pulled out his phone, found Dr. Stein's number and dialed his benefactor. "Jordan! Good to hear from you. I take it our care package has arrived safely?" Dr. Stein asked cheerfully. "You said you'd be sending a pallet, Dr. Stein." Jordan said. "Please, I thought we were on a first name basis by now. Call me Jim. If you look inside the shed, the cement mix should be sitting on a pallet. Consider the rest of it a housewarming gift." "It's too much." Jordan said. "Nonsense. We've been over this already. We take care of our own, and you've proven yourself worthy. The only extravagance so far is that infernal cell tower, though even that is paying dividends so far. "Send our congratulations to Megan on those incredible ultrasound videos and measurements. She'll keep our researchers busy for months to come with that data. The statisticians are already begging to start comparing it to human data. "Also, see if you can't get a few more of them wearing those Fitbits. We've been really impressed so far at the data we've received from the 3 wearing them. Not one of them has slept more than 4 hours in a row so far. "That's not something we knew or expected, but it has been worth knowing." "Thank you, sir...Jim. I'll see what we can do." Jordan promised. They said goodbye and hung up. Once the sounds of the helicopter were gone, Megan came running down the hill. "Great idea on the food. They were mostly full, but I started handing out fruit, and you could barely hear the helicopter from inside the cave. They were calm as could be. "Nice shed. That's a little bigger than advertised." Megan laughed as she approached. "We could move in here if the cabin becomes uninhabitable." "Not yet, look inside." Jordan told her. Megan opened the door and whistled. "Someone near the top clearly loves you. You buy women off with jewelry and men off with power tools. You sir, have just become a mistress...mister. Whatever. Your sexual favors have been bought and paid for." Megan joked. "You don't really think that's why they're giving me stuff, do you?" Jordan asked. "I think they take you and your position very seriously. They want to keep you happy and on their side. I'd say enjoy it and keep putting out." Megan winked at Jordan who couldn't help but laugh. "We should probably plan to leave here no later than 3 PM. I have 5 long days ahead of me, and I need to finish packing up at work and home. Dr. Stein wants us to get Fitbits on as many as we can before we take off." He said. "Jesus. It had better not keep getting harder every time we have to leave them, or it's going to kill me within a month." Megan lamented. "Tell me about it." Jordan said sadly. "My great-great grandfather's old mine shaft feels more like home now than my apartment has after 9 months." They moved around, leaving food out for the ladies, but locking the shed tight. Megan got Wilma and Jill to wear their Fitbits, and Jordan got Sarah to wear one, and even convinced little Bam-Bam to wear one, though he took it off before they left. With a heavy heart, Jordan rode his motorcycle back along the narrow path where his pickup truck was parked on the side of the dirt road. Megan sat behind him with her arms gripping his chest tight. Jordan felt a wet spot where her face was laying, but didn't say anything. He felt the same way, he just didn't cry. *** Jordan could barely sleep that night. His bedroom felt cold and lonely. He texted Megan around midnight, asking her to call if she was up. They talked for two hours, about their favorite memories from the weekend, and their hopes for the future. She was fun and funny, and even at 2 in the morning Jordan found himself enjoying her company over the phone. Monday morning, Jordan had promised himself to let Mike take the lead, and only step in if there was a big mistake made. Mike presented at the meeting Monday afternoon. Jordan heard several mistakes, but tried to let Mike recover on his own. Jordan wasn't the only one who recognized Mike's mistakes. He was called into a meeting with the office and regional managers. He was offered an exorbitant retention bonus along with stock offers to stay. He left the meeting having rejected the offer, but feeling guilty for abandoning his old friends and coworkers. *** Monday night, Jordan was tired on his feet from a full day of work and packing. He spotted the tablet from Dr. Stein and wondered briefly if he should pack it in a box. He powered it on, working through each step of security. He hadn't turned it on since the first week, but was curious about a few things. He had questions about the different musks, especially. There was a blinking red circle on the home screen, and Jordan clicked on it. Megan's report was there in full. Jordan read it front to back, wondering who all had read it. It detailed Jordan's assuming the role of alpha, his rank in the group's pecking order, and had a fairly vivid description of Jordan's sexual activities with his women, Megan excluded. It included Megan's initiation into the group. How Jordan had 'claimed' her as one of his mates, automatically making her a member of the harem. It was sparse on the details about the sexual relationship between the two humans, but graphically clinical in describing Jordan's own sexual experiences with his Bigfoot. There was a description, taken word for word from Jordan's description of the alpha hopefully being a 'shower not a grower,' along with Jordan's description of the tightness of the female's vaginal cavities and ending with the full measurements of Jordan's own penis. He was alone, but felt his face flush bright red. With shaking fingers, Jordan dialed Dr. Stein's phone. "Jordan! I didn't expect to hear from you tonight. What's up?" "I was just catching up on some light reading. Megan...um...Dr. Reece's report from the weekend before last... um... I guess my question is, how many people have access to that report?" Jordan stumbled out. "Ah. I was wondering when you were going to bring that up. "Do you remember when we first talked, when I promised to share with you what is known of the creatures?" he asked. "Yes, of course." Jordan answered. "We've made that promise to many people. Think of it like a circle. Your either in our you're out. Except for financials, and some internal management, the inner circle has earned the right to all information known to our organization related to the species. "Close to 2000 people receive and read those reports. I'm sorry that your privacy has been violated, but we don't hide information from people who have earned it. "The size of your penis isn't important to them, except that it was a tight fit for a female Bigfoot. Did you know that an average male gorilla's penis is only an inch and a half? And that's erect." "Seriously?" Jordan asked. "Yup, and a chimpanzee is only about double that. We've never witnessed coitus between two Bigfoot, we've never even been able to measure an erect penis. The closest information we have is that your 7 inches long and 6 inches circumference is probably big for a Bigfoot. "Big for a human too, so congrats." Dr. Stein said with a laugh. "We're not out to embarrass you, or destroy your privacy. Intimate details are shared only as they pertain to increasing our understanding of the species. "We know more about Bigfoot's sex life now from two 24 hour observations made by Dr. Reece than we knew from over 80 years of field work. "It may sound pervy, but understanding the requirements for mating is a piece of the puzzle for saving the species. You're doing good work. Keep it up, and don't worry about what people are thinking of you. "Half of them would kill to be in your place and the other half would kill to be in Megan's. Do you know that in the last week we've had over a hundred inquiries about being added to your field team? "Most of them women, but a few men. You have an access that people who have devoted their lives to this have never dreamed of. You have a year before you have to start looking these people in the eye at our conference in Ohio. I'd bring condoms if I were you. Lots. You're a rock star." Dr. Stein laughed again. "Speaking of which, you should know that I'm clean, I got a full panel done a few months ago after I found out my girlfriend had been cheating on me." Jordan admitted sheepishly. "We know. We went through your life with a fine tooth comb before we decided to throw the weight of the organization behind you. Medical records were included in that. Megan's clean too if you were wondering" Dr. Stein answered. "This new girl you're sending up. She's read the report too? Did she ask to be on our team?" Jordan asked. "Kaitlin should have read the report by now. She's a member of our circle. We asked her to consider the mine inspector job, same as you, but she agreed before she read the report. "There are very few people in our organization that run the risk of a close quarters encounter with a Bigfoot on a daily basis. Mine inspectors are among those few. The two of you knowing how act and react around a live specimen will be invaluable and will save lives. "Before you came along we were considering asking her to apprentice with Megan and get her PhD in anthropology. She has some stories to tell. Next to you two, what she's experienced on her family ranch makes her the closest we have to an expert on human and Bigfoot interactions. You might still even learn some things from her. "Oh, also, we're posting the ultrasound videos sometime tonight. We're still waiting on Megan's report from this weekend, but again, we ask her to only report sensitive information about you as it pertains to Bigfoot. "Will there be any sensitive information in her report?" Dr. Stein asked. Jordan could hear the smile in his voice. He was glad the phone call was voice only, because he could feel his ears turn red. "Yeah. I suspect there will be." Jordan answered. Dr. Stein chuckled, but not unkindly. "I thought so. Do you have any more questions?" "I think that's it." Jordan said, too embarrassed to think about anything else. In a day or two, the whole Bigfoot community would know that he ate Bigfoot pussy, and a year from now, he would have to stand in a room of his peers and explain that decision. Jordan showered, and made himself a drink, forcing himself to calm down. When he felt he was ready, Jordan called Megan. "Hey stud!" Megan greeted him. "Dr. Stein called me. How much do you hate me right now?" "Well, you're definitely getting spanked the next time I see you." Jordan joked. "Ooh, kinky. Then you might forgive me?" "There's no forgiveness required. You were just doing your job. You're still getting spanked, though." Jordan growled into the phone. "Thank god. So we're really okay?" Megan sounded worried. "Well, in 11 months' time I'm going to have to take the stage and present what secrets I've uncovered about Bigfoot. Now I know I'm going to have to look out over a room of a hundred people and explain what a Sasquatch pussy tastes like." Jordan laughed. "Don't get yourself worked up. I'll be right there with you, and I'd be prepared for at least 400 attendees. It should be the keystone address. I'll be answering questions right alongside you." Megan tried to calm him. "That's right. You tried some of it off my face. You can field that question." Jordan laughed. "I just got a lick of Jill. You got a mouthful of Missy, Jill and Sarah. I'm afraid you still are the expert on that subject. "I wouldn't worry about it, though. The way Dr. Stein talks about it, I'm sitting on a hot commodity, though unfortunately, not at this exact moment. "The way he tells it, there's a whole cadre of groupies that think you soothe the savage beast with that big fine cock of yours, and any questions on the subject will be followed up with a request to compare it to the taste of their pussies. For science, of course." Megan laughed. Jordan had to laugh with her. "It's going to take some getting used to." "Listen, you have great instincts with your girls. All of us. I hope you don't feel like you have an audience anytime you're with me. I certainly wouldn't want you to change how you act, or hold anything back with me around. "You are full of love. You care. You're fearless in love, and you see the beautiful souls of the women, not the fur or the muscles or the species. That's what I love about you. Please keep being you, and if the world's going to judge you for that, fuck 'em." Megan's voice was shaking with nervous energy. "Thanks Megan. You're crazy smart, and that's what I love about you. I need to put more trust in you. If you think revealing some part of my sex life is important, I trust you. "What's the saying? Those who matter don't care, and those who care don't matter. I think I just forgot that." Jordan said. "Exactly!" Megan exclaimed. "People are curious, and that goes double for anything to do with sex. It's not like you're into bestiality, fucking sheep. These are women. They love you and trust you, and I'm making damn sure my reports reflect that. You just keep being the amazing you." "Did you get much sleep last night?" Jordan changed the subject. "Not really." Megan said sadly. "It's like I've seen the promised land, slept safe and warm in the arms of those fuzzy giants, and my bed feels cold and sterile by comparison. "I'd give anything right now to be sandwiched between you and Jane on a pile of straw." "Mmm. I'd like that too. I know what you mean about not being able to sleep alone after that. 4 more nights and I'll be in town with you. Are you up for a guest on Friday?" Jordan asked. "If you're not over here, I'm coming over to your place. I know where you live." Megan teased. They talked that night past 2AM when both passed out from exhaustion. *** On Tuesday, a vice president of the company Jordan worked for called Jordan into the conference room. Jordan was seated across from both managers from yesterday's meeting as well as the VP. "We understand you're leaving us to begin a master's program at Western State College. We understand that classes don't start for 2 more months." The VP started. "Both correct." Jordan answered. "We've underestimated your value to this company, we're sorry to say. Your work has proved to be exceptional, and your experience and insight make you utterly irreplaceable. "We would like you to agree to stay on with us for those two months while we search for and find a suitable replacement for you to train." The VP almost begged. Jordan noticed the bottle of water in front of him, and opened it to take a drink. "We're prepared to offer you $50,000 for those two months of work." The VP said with a grim look. Jordan coughed on his mouthful of water. They were offering him half of his annual salary for just 2 months of work. He coughed until he could speak. "That is an excessively generous offer, sir, but I'm afraid I have made some other commitments in the meantime." Jordan said, wishing he could have it both ways. "We were afraid you'd say that. We have prepared a second offer, which we hope you'll give more consideration to: "We'd like for you to continue to work for us just 4 to 6 hours a week as we get your replacement up to speed. We want you to check their work, and correct any mistakes you find. "We're prepared to offer you $40,000 for a year of work." There was desperation in the VPs voice. "I've already vacated my lease on my condo. The movers show up Friday. I can't commute 4 hours back to Denver even once per week." Jordan explained. Monsters in the Mountains Ch. 02 "All the work we are asking you to do would be on the computer. We can trust Mike in the lab, and our field team can be split to cover his work and watch his back. You would telecommute those hours. Just check his work on the computer. We'll even throw in a work tablet so you don't have to use your own." The VP was begging now, and Jordan found himself considering the offer. "Would you mind if I made a quick phone call?" Jordan asked. He called Dr. Stein who thought it was a great idea, and offered to let their lawyers review the contract. Jordan returned to the room with a smile on his face. "Assuming my lawyers find no problems in the contract, I think we have a deal." He told the assembled men. They breathed a collective sigh of relief, and produced a folder with the contract. Jordan snapped a picture of each of the 3 legal-sized pages and texted the images to Dr. Stein. 30 minutes later, Jordan had read the contract for himself, and he received a text from Dr. Stein. There was a thumbs up emoji, followed by: 'looks good. Congratulations. Keep this up and you'll be rich enough to retire before your first day of real work.' Jordan signed the contract and went back to work, the guilty feeling that had weighed on him all weekend gone. Before the end of the day he was issued a surface tablet with a full keyboard, and loaded with the programs he would need. *** The week drug by slowly. Jordan was exhausted by his short nights, but still called Megan every evening before bed. They feel asleep together earlier and earlier as their exhaustion caught up with them. Finally, it was Friday morning. Jordan was ready for the move. Everything he owned except for his truck and motorcycle were boxed up and piled in his living room. The movers arrived at 7 AM, and he handed off his key. He drove to his last day of work with his motorcycle in the bed of his truck. For the first time since he started, Jordan finished all of his work by noon. His whole department took him out to a farewell lunch, and gave him a warm sendoff. Jordan packed the contents of his desk and was ready to leave by 3 PM. Jordan said his goodbyes and got in his truck. *** It was around 7 PM when Jordan arrived in Gunnison, and proceeded to the address Megan gave him. The apartment Megan had rented for him was nice. It had granite countertops and a full master bathroom. The kitchen was huge and well laid out, and the open floor plan of the apartment gave it a welcoming feel. It even came with a 2-car garage, even though Jordan only had his truck and motorcycle. Jordan's cheap bachelor furniture looked out of place in the nice home. He had barely finished his tour of the place when there was a knock at the door. Megan entered as Jordan came to answer. She was followed by the most beautiful woman Jordan had ever seen in person. Kaitlin was tall, and curvy. A natural redhead, she looked flawlessly beautiful. She wore skin-tight blue jeans, cowboy boots and a western shirt, with a few buttons unfastened, giving Jordan a view of deep cleavage. Jordan first thought there must be some mistake. Kaitlin looked like she would be more comfortable on a Hollywood red carpet than crawling around in dark mines taking soil and water samples. She had soulful green eyes and straight white teeth. When she smiled at him, Jordan's heart missed a beat. She had a calm confidence that put Jordan at ease. "Hey stud!" Megan laughed and kissed him. "This is Kaitlin, and before you ask, yes I hate her already." She joked. She clearly had already made friends with the younger woman. Jordan pulled Megan in for a tight hug. And held her. He released her and shook Kaitlin's hand. "It's very nice to meet you, Kaitlin." Jordan said. "Dr. Stein told me all about you. I look forward to working with you." "Megan told me all about you. Believe me, the pleasure is mine." Kaitlin lost a little of her confidence. Jordan saw a blush spread across her flawless porcelain skin, and felt his own face grow warm realizing what she meant. "Gosh, I feel like I'm meeting a rock star. I know you don't know me yet, but I hope you'll feel comfortable letting me join you guys the next time you go up with the Bigfoot" Kaitlin's voice quivered. "Megan and I were going to head up tomorrow late morning." Jordan told her. "If you think you can be ready, I think we can take you. I'll have to take two trips on my motorcycle to get both of you up there. "Listen, you read the report that Megan wrote, correct?" Jordan asked. Kaitlin nodded. "Are you going to have any problems with anything in there?" "No, I'm...um...I'm kind of looking forward to it." Kaitlin laughed. A new flush of red crept up her cheeks. "So...do you...think the females might accept me if you...um... claim me... the way you did for Megan?" "We're one for one on that method. I don't have any better ideas, but I'm willing to try just about anything if you're uncomfortable with it." Jordan said. "No. I'm...I think I can be comfortable with that...I mean... if you are." The confident bombshell gave way to a nervous girl. "Ooh, you've got it bad chicka!" Megan teased. "Shut up!" Kaitlin swatted at Megan, and they both laughed. "Please relax. We'll take it at your pace, whatever you're comfortable with." Jordan said. He placed a hand comfortingly on her arm and Kaitlin pulled him into a hug. "I can see why Megan is so crazy about you. You always seem to have the right thing to say don't you?" Kaitlin whispered in Jordan's ear. "Dr. Stein... um...Jim says that you've had some experience with Bigfoot growing up. You must have some amazing stories." Jordan tried changing to a more comfortable subject. "Kind of, yeah. There was a female group on my parents' ranch just like on yours. We never found their lair, and never saw much of the alpha. I actually befriended an adolescent male for a while growing up before he left to claim his own territory. "He used to come by a waterfall where I liked to ride my horse around sunset, and we would interact sometimes. I nicknamed him Stinky, and I learned a lot from him. "It sounds like you have a deeper connection than I had, but I knew him for about 3 years before he left. I really hope your pack accepts me. There's just something so amazing about them. They're like wild people, us without all the materialism and vanity and manners." Kaitlin said. "I think you'll probably do fine." Jordan reassured her. "Just be ready to go tomorrow morning by 10. We'll probably stay up there 3 or 4 nights if things go well, so bring a few changes of clothes. "I'm doing a food run tonight for the ladies. Let me know if you have allergies or special requests, and Megan and I can make some special meals. Otherwise, just get ready for a few nights of roughing it." "So you guys really sleep in an old mine shaft with the Bigfoot?" Kaitlin asked. Jordan and Megan looked at each other. "Yes, and you're welcome to join us, or you can sleep in the old cabin on the property." Jordan replied. "I'm working on building a nice new cabin with 3 bedrooms, but until it's finished I'm afraid you'll have to go to the bathroom in the woods and sleep wherever is most comfortable for you." "That's fine. I grew up on a ranch. I'm not some pretty flower who needs 5 star accommodations. I'll do what you tell me, and I won't complain." "It looks like you just arrived. We'll let you get settled and unpacked." Megan offered. "Have you eaten yet?" "No, I was going to run out for something." Jordan answered. "All my dishes and pans are in boxes." "I made a pot of chili, and Kaitlin and I were going to eat soon. You're welcome to join us." Megan offered. "Sounds good. Thank you." Jordan agreed. "I'm right across the patio from you. In unit B. Come on over when you're ready." Megan smiled and winked at Jordan. "Also, if you're bed isn't assembled yet, you're welcome to come share mine." Jordan glanced at Kaitlin, hoping Megan wasn't making her uncomfortable. He thought he saw a flash of jealousy on her face instead, but she quickly covered it with a smile. "Sounds good. I can get a bed put together, but I'd rather share yours. Maybe we can both get some real rest tonight." Jordan said. The girls left, and Jordan worked at getting boxes and furniture moved into place for a few minutes until he could get to his clothes and change. Jordan knocked on the door to unit B and pushed it open, finding it unlatched. Megan and Kaitlin were seated on barstools at the kitchen island, each with a glass of wine in their hands. The scent of meat, beans and spices filled the air. "We're drinking white. You want some?" Megan offered, holding up her glass as though to toast. Jordan nodded, and soon Megan pushed a full glass across the counter. "Chili's done anytime, we were just getting a little tipsy before our stomachs are full." Megan slurred. "Want the nickel tour?" Jordan nodded and looked around. Megan lived very clean. Her home had just the right amount of decoration without being clutter. Despite just moving in 2 weeks ago, there were no boxes or messes. The theme in the kitchen and living room seemed to be 1960's California wine country. There were paintings and advertisements, and they all meshed together well. It was sophisticated, and made Jordan feel just a little uncultured by comparison. Megan led him around. Her apartment was a mirror image to his, and he got some good ideas about where to put his furniture and how to use the space. Both units were 2 bedrooms 1.5 bath. Megan had a king sized bed in her bedroom, with a big wooden frame. "I gave you the unit with the oversized tub, and I get the shower with a seat. Otherwise they're about the same." Megan told him as he looked around. "I'm not really a bath person." Jordan said. "Six one way, half dozen the other. I hope I wasn't being presumptuous that I'll be sharing your bathtub and you'll be sharing my shower?" Megan smiled. Jordan returned the smile and winked at her. "I think we should invite Kaitlin to spend the night in our bed. Did you see her face when I asked you to join me? You'd think I killed her cat." Megan said with a smile. "I don't want to make her uncomfortable." Jordan said. "I think it's making her uncomfortable that we didn't ask. If you don't ask her I will." Megan said. "Megan..." "HEY KAITLIN! YOU WANT TO SLEEP IN OUR BED TONIGHT?" Megan yelled out. Green eyes looked around the corner, full of barely concealed excitement. "Uh, I don't know, I mean I don't want to come between you two." Kaitlin equivocated. "Sweetie, if I was the jealous type, this relationship of ours would have been over before it began. We're all three going to be spending a lot of time together, and at least Jordan and I will be naked and fucking a lot of that time. "I suspect you want to join in, but you don't want us to think poorly of you. You can participate as much or as little as you like, no judgement. "You've read the reports and you know Jordan's relationship with the Bigfoot. I'm just one of several women in a relationship with him. If that bothers you... if you can't share him, we'll put on a show of intimacy for the Bigfoot and we'll treat you as a close friend." Megan said. "How do you live like that? Don't you want a boyfriend that's all yours and you're all his?" Kaitlin asked. "Honestly, I kind of get off seeing him with the Bigfoot ladies. I'm just kinky that way. We don't have a formal relationship, but we've talked almost every night since we've met. "I've shared more of myself with him than any boyfriend since high school, and I feel like I've known him my whole life. I don't own him and he doesn't own me. "If you give him a chance, I'd bet you find happiness in his arms and as his friend, I know I have. He's a good guy, he's good looking, and he's amazing in bed. "But maybe you shouldn't rush it. Go ahead and sleep in your bed tonight, if you want, and see how you feel in the morning. We're not going anywhere." Megan cast a look at Jordan who was just staring. "I feel like I'm being sold by a devoted salesman. Megan, I appreciate everything you've said, but Kaitlin is here for an education and experience. Kaitlin, I'm sorry if we've made you uncomfortable. I'd like for you to feel comfortable around us but I don't think we should force that. Sex with me or anyone else is not in your job description, and certainly isn't going to affect our willingness to work with you." Jordan said. "No... um... I'd really like to join you tonight. Both of you, but... I'm not a lesbian...I mean bisexual... I'm not into girls." Kaitlin stumbled out. "Me neither." Megan said with a smile. "Would you be uncomfortable naked in the same bed as me?" Kaitlin shook her head. "We'll have Jordan between us. If it gets uncomfortable, you are welcome to get dressed and go home at any time. "We were serious about getting some rest tonight. We're going to fuck, and then we're going to sleep cuddled up with each other. We'd love to have you stay over and join in whatever you're comfortable with." Megan said. "Thank you, guys. I'd like to stay, but I'd like to just watch you two, at least to start." Kaitlin said. "Alright. We still have some chili to eat, and wine to drink. Seriously, Kaitlin, join in, watch, Jill-off, whatever you're comfortable with." Megan said, smiling. They walked together to the kitchen, and Megan served up three streaming bowls of chili and spread out bowls of avocados, cheese, diced onions, diced tomatoes and sour cream. Megan topped off everyone's wine and they dug in. "Were you serious about what you said about me to Kaitlin in the bedroom?" Jordan asked Megan. "I mean that you've shared more with me than anyone since high school? That you're happy with me and what we have? You're not jealous and even enjoy sharing me?" Megan reached across the table and took Jordan's hand. "Absolutely. I know I'm not a normal girl. I've spent the last 12 years of my life focusing on my career, having casual relationships that I knew were doomed from the start, and were just for the sex. I honestly have been happier in the last 2 weeks since I met you than I've ever been. "That's entirely your doing; Great sex, great company and great discoveries. I really have it all. I know if I wanted to be with another man that you'd be okay with it, but I don't want anyone else. You fill all my needs, at least you will now that you live here in town." Megan winked at Jordan. "Thank you. I feel the same way about you." Jordan said. "I've never felt this happy in my life, or this sure that my life is on the right path." "Sorry Kaitlin." Megan laughed. "Didn't mean to go all mushy on you. We have a lot to work out, but we can start doing it on our own time." "No. I'm glad to know where you two stand." Kaitlin said. "I think we're going to be spending a lot of time together the next two years, and maybe more. I'm not sure where I fit in all of this, but I'm keeping my mind open. I'm glad you two are happy together." The conversation was awkward during dinner, knowing where the evening was headed. Kaitlin told stories about her parents' ranch, in the Flathead forest near Glacier National Park. It was mountainous, with steep terrain that could only be crossed on horseback. She was a master horseback rider, and had been riding since she was a toddler. It was actually the horse that first allowed her to get close to the Bigfoot, since they were less afraid of her on horseback. Most of her interactions had taken place with a horse between them. Her parents ran over 10,000 head of cattle on their land, and were grooming her older brother to take over when they retired. Kaitlin had been homeschooled for kindergarten through 8th grade, but then her parents decided that she should go to a public high school for the experience. College was a huge shock for her. She went to a small town school, but it still felt huge, with thousands of people and the city lights and sounds all through the night. It was a far cry from the dark and quiet ranch with nothing but cattle for miles in any direction... and Bigfoot. She had graduated in May and had been approached for the mine inspector job before graduation. It had taken her several months to decide. Money had been the deciding factor, since the Bigfoot research organization was paying for her master's degree and a six figure salary after graduation, just like Jordan. She'd had two long-term boyfriends in college, both of whom turned out to be lying, cheating assholes. She broke up with both and swore to focus on her school and career. Jordan thought that Kaitlin didn't know how beautiful she was, or else she was the most humble person he had ever met. He guessed that those boyfriends had only pursued Kaitlin because of her looks, and that she had intimidated most other men at her small town school. She never mentioned it, but didn't seem to understand why more men weren't interested in her. After dinner, Jordan offered to clean up dishes and put food away. Megan insisted that he put the chili in a Ziploc bag so that they could take it with them. "I still need to go shopping for groceries tonight before bed." Jordan announced. "Oh, about that. I mentioned in last week's report that you were spending hundreds of dollars a week on food for your Bigfoot, and which kinds. Dr. Stein had this delivered." Megan pushed two big cardboard boxes into the living room from the guest bedroom. "The bottom of both boxes is nonperishable dry stuff, and there's fresh produce on top. Now you have no excuses not to be naked in my room right now." Megan had a huge grin on her face. "Alright. Let me run these out to my truck and then there's nowhere I'd rather be." Jordan said. It took two trips, and the girls were missing from the front room when he returned. Jordan opened Megan's bedroom door, and found the room illuminated only by candle light. "Took you long enough. I thought I was going to have to get started without you." Megan said, walking out of the bathroom wearing a see-thorough night gown. She wore no underwear beneath. Jordan looked around and found Kaitlin sitting on an overstuffed chair. She was still fully clothed, except for her cowboy boots, which stood on the ground next to the chair. She tried to look calm, but her nervousness was written all over her face. "We wouldn't want that, would we?" Jordan teased. "You'd scare poor Kaitlin." "Shut up and get over here." Megan motioned with her finger. "You're overdressed, mister." Megan grabbed the hem of Jordan's T-shirt and lifted, pulling the fabric slowly over his head. Jordan guessed that Megan was putting on a show for Kaitlin as much as she was seducing him. Megan wrapped two hands around Jordan's neck and pulled him down for a long, wet kiss. Jordan's arms wrapped around her and found her tight, round ass. He cupped her checks through the silk, and pulled her hard into him. Megan gasped as Jordan's strong hands pulled up, lifting her off her feet. She allowed him to lift her, wrapping her legs around his waist. She broke the kiss first, kissing down his muscular chest. When she reached his nipples, she bit and sucked them gently, just the way she liked to be treated. That drew a gasp from Jordan. "You're still overdressed." Megan whispered into his chest hair. "That makes two of us." Jordan growled on top of her head, kissing her dirty-blonde hair. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Megan giggled. She grabbed his neck again, and he helped ease her down to her feet, then she took two steps back. Megan pulled first one hand through the thin spaghetti strap, then the other. The silk slid slowly down her body, pooling around her feet. Megan watched it drop, then looked up to Jordan and cocked one eyebrow. Monsters in the Mountains Ch. 02 Jordan exaggerated the movements of unbuckling his belt and unfastening his pants. He swiveled his hips to shake free of the loose garments, taking his boxers with them. His stiff cock bounced free, and Jordan heard a moan from the chair to his right. He focused on Megan. "I seem to recall promising you a spanking." Jordan said. "Mmm. You also said that you would...what was it? 'Drink from my source?' You got me all hot last weekend and left me horny. I expect you to fix that." Megan replied. Jordan closed the space between them with one big step and picked her up in his arms. He carried her to the bed, kicking back the covers with his bare foot. He laid her carefully on the edge, and spread her smooth legs. Megan's pussy was shaven, except for a sandy patch of curls at the top of her slit. Jordan gently opened her with his tongue, separating her outer lips from her inner lips and running his tongue up both sides. Megan's flavor was rich, and even sweeter than Jill had been, with none of the earthy spice. He thought briefly that he would actually drink a cup of her nectar, it really was that good. He sucked the inner lips into his mouth and gently pulled. He brought his index finger up, gently probing the opening. He found plenty of moisture there, and eased one finger into her warm depths. Megan gasped at the small intrusion, and moaned as Jordan reached her rough patch inside. Jordan licked slowly from her opening, up and over her clit, still hidden behind its hood. The small nub swelled, and Jordan kept licking it, gently teasing it out into the open. He worked a second finger inside of Megan, and intensified his attack on her most sensitive spots, inside and out. Megan was responding, moaning and pumping her hips, swiveling them to move his tongue around more. She grabbed his head, pulling his tongue hard into her clit. Jordan relented, applying the pressure she needed. "Aahhhh." Megan hissed out through gritted teeth. Her hips bucked up, but her hands held Jordan tightly to her pulsing pussy. She squirted, filling Jordan's mouth with her sweet nectar. Jordan swallowed most of it, savoring the heady flavor and the writhing woman delivering it. Jordan slowed his assault, extending her pleasure without over-stimulating Megan. He eased of her g-spot, pumping his fingers slowly in and out, and once again licking up and down the length of her pussy. "Jesus, Jordan." Megan gasped through deep breaths. "You ruined me. You've ruined me for all other men. I've never felt anything like that. Get up here and fuck me now! I'm not going to be able to sleep until I feel you come in me." Jordan complied, kissing his way up Megan's body. He stopped when he reached her breasts, stimulating her nipples and massaging her small mounds. "In me! Now!" Megan pleaded. Jordan cast his eyes across the room to the chair where Kaitlin sat. By the dim candlelight he could see that Kaitlin had her jeans unbuttoned and her right hand inside. Their eyes met, and Kaitlin smiled at him. Jordan could see that her hand was moving rapidly. Jordan turned back to Megan. He moved up to her face, kissing her collarbone and her neck. He nibbled gently on Megan's ear, which sent a shiver through her lithe, lean body. "Mmm." Megan moaned. She grabbed his face and pulled Jordan into a kiss. Megan parted his lips with her tongue, teasing and encouraging Jordan's to come out to play. Megan's hands squeezed Jordan's ass, kneading the hard muscles. Her right hand moved around his hip, and between the two of them. Jordan lifted his hips to give her access. She grabbed his cock, pumping and rubbing him over her pussy lips. "Do I taste better than the Bigfoot?" Megan whispered in his ear, tasting her own essence on Jordan's lips. "Best I've ever tasted." Jordan admitted. Megan smiled at him. Megan placed Jordan at her opening and lifted her hips, taking just the head into her soaking pussy. With her other hand on his ass, she applied just enough pressure to get him moving slowly into her. Jordan lowered himself into her slowly, feeling each millimeter sliding through her velvety flesh. She was wet enough to keep pushing, all the way to the bottom. They heard a gasp from across the room, and turned their heads to watch Kaitlin arch her back, humping her hips against her hand. Her mouth was open in a silent scream and she was slumped in the chair. Jordan turned back to Megan. Fucking with an audience was driving her wild. Megan's eyes were watching Kaitlin, and she was shaking with excitement. Her breathing was heavy, and Jordan could see lust on her face. He drew back slowly, feeling Megan's wet pussy with his cock. He drew back until only his head remained inside, and then Jordan pushed it slowly back in. He felt Megan shiver underneath him, and her pussy clenched once in a micro-orgasm. He repeated the motion, over and over. Megan had her arms wrapped around Jordan, one hand caressing his shoulder, and the other kneading his butt. She was gasping with the achingly slow fucking, and she was shooting little orgasms off every minute or so. She never took her eyes off Kaitlin, though. Jordan sped up, almost imperceptibly, at first. He knew Megan was primed for a huge orgasm, and he was getting himself ready to come with her. Jordan was taller than Megan, and he had to lean his head down to kiss her neck, nibbling on her earlobe, which had the desired effect every time, setting off shivers. She had little diamond stud earrings in, and Jordan took the whole earlobe in his mouth, and tugged gently on the earring. Megan moaned and shook at that, going through another little orgasm. Jordan sped up after a while, with long, even strokes. He continued his attention on and around her ears and neck. He could feel excited shivers as Megan's lust increased. He sped up gradually until he was slamming into her, focused on his own pleasure as it approached. "Megan!" He growled into her ear. "I'm gonna come. I'm so close." "Yes! Come in me. I want to feel you fill me up!" Megan moaned between deep breaths. Jordan came with a low roar, every muscle in his body clenched as he shot his seed deep within her. His hips bucked without his conscious effort, and his head swam in ecstasy. Megan felt Jordan's gift, and exploded. She may have lost consciousness, or she may have simply died and gone to heaven for a few moments. She felt the orgasm in every nerve of her body, and it even seemed to glow all around her, not constrained by her physical body. She was consumed by it, and gave into the sensation, lost in the overwhelming bliss. Time seemed to lose all meaning, as her orgasm stretched out, and she hoped it would never end. She could feel him inside of her, still hard, still pulsing. The hot liquid he pumped into her squeezed around his hard invader, mixing with her own juices, and coating her, seeming to flow right through her entire body. It was like a magic elixir, washing the ecstasy slowly away, and leaving a deep satisfaction wherever it touched. "Oh my god, Jordan!" Megan gasped out when she could finally speak. "How do you just keep getting better? You'd better level off soon, or you're going to kill me one of these times." "I think it's you that's getting better." Jordan moaned into her ear. "That was incredible." They felt the bed move, and both looked up to see a very naked Kaitlin sitting next to them on the bed. She leaned down and kissed Jordan on the lips deeply. "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." Kaitlin whispered. She had a warm, wet washcloth in each hand. She handed one to Megan, and gestured for Jordan to get up. Jordan slowly withdrew from Megan, and she shivered at the sensation and the emptiness. Kaitlin wrapped Jordan's still hard cock in her washcloth, gently cleaning and admiring the appendage. "I thought you both finished?" Kaitlin said. "We did." Jordan answered. "Then how is it still hard?" Kaitlin asked, admiring the now-clean cock in her hands. "I'm just really turned on." He said. "Do you always stay hard after sex?" Kaitlin asked. "Not always." Jordan admitted. "I just have a lot of really good stimulation in the room right now." He winked at her, admiring her nakedness. Kaitlin had full C-cup breasts. At only 22, they were perfect: big, round and sitting high on her chest. Her nipples and areola were a pale pink, and they closely matched the skin color around them. Jordan's eyes trailed down her soft curves to her mound, where a patch of soft, orange fuzz confirmed that she was a natural redhead. "I... I know you don't know me. I know you just made love to Megan, but..." Kaitlin struggled with what she wanted to ask him. "You'd like me to make love to you too, but you're afraid whether or not the feelings are there?" He asked. Kaitlin nodded. "I know you don't love me, but maybe..." She was cut off when Jordan kissed her, deeply. Jordan lay Kaitlin back on the bed, pulling her up and away from the edge, so her head was on a pillow. He kissed her again, gently caressing her lips with his tongue. Kaitlin's lips parted, and her tongue met his, tentatively at first, then they played, dueling and wrestling with one another. Kaitlin was breathing heavy now, carefully exploring his back and shoulders with her hands. Jordan had a hairy chest, but only a small patch of hair at the base of his spine. The rest was smooth skin stretched over hard muscles, built up by a career of hauling buckets of soil for testing. Kaitlin explored and enjoyed the tight skin stretched over hard muscles. Kaitlin's hands found their way down to his ass, and she gasped, breaking the kiss to focus on the round muscles in her small hands. Jordan moved down to her neck, finding her ears to be less sensitive than Megan's but he found a reaction when he kissed in the hollow between her collarbone and her shoulder. Jordan put his weight on his left elbow, and caressed Kaitlin's body with his right hand. He started at her neck, softly tickling in small circles down, over her collarbone, and down her chest to her left breast. He cupped and kneaded the large mound, enjoying the sensation of the soft flesh and hard nipple in his palm. Kaitlin gasped, and whispered in his ear. "I want to be on top. At least to start." Jordan pulled her legs into the right position, and rolled to his right, flipping Kaitlin on top who squealed and laughed. She shimmied her hips down to the right position, then lifted up and grabbed Jordan's cock. Jordan was transfixed by the vision above him. By the low candlelight, he marveled at the long red hair spread out around Kaitlin's flawless, angelic face. Her heavy breasts hung over his neck, and he leaned forward, taking one nipple into his mouth, and rolling the other between his fingers. "Mmm. You're driving me crazy." Kaitlin moaned. She rubbed his cock head against her pussy, and Jordan felt warm moisture spread around the head of his cock. Kaitlin lowered her hips, taking just the head inside. She lifted up, and then pushed down, advancing another inch into her folds. She repeated, rising and falling until she had all of Jordan's seven inches seated inside of her. "Oh, you really are big, but it feels so good. It's like a delicious fullness." Kaitlin smiled down at him. "You feel amazing, inside and out." Jordan told her. He ran his hands down her flanks, and caressed her ass, enjoying the soft curves and smooth skin. Megan scooted up the bed, lying on her side, and kissing Jordan's shoulder as she watched the redhead start to ride him. Kaitlin rocked her hips forward and back, feeling Jordan move deep inside her. His cock rubbed around and over her cervix, stimulating her to her first small orgasm. She rode it out, keeping the motion going until the climax faded. She lifted her hips, and brought them down, providing the friction she craved. The motion was short, but she kept it up, and Jordan started pumping his hips up into her. She sat forward and froze in place, letting Jordan move for both of them. Jordan took her nipple in his mouth, and gently nibbled at it. His hips slammed up into Kaitlin, and the combined sensations sent her over the edge. She came hard, her arms turning to jelly, and she fell in a pile onto Jordan's chest. He wrapped both arms around her back, holding her to him while he extended her orgasm as long as he could. Kaitlin screamed, writhing in his strong grasp while Jordan slowly brought her down. "You didn't come?" She asked, tilting her face up to him. "No, I wouldn't do that without warning you. Speaking of which, should I pull out when I'm close?" He asked. "No. I'm on the ring. You can come in me... I want you to come in me." She said. He leaned forward and kissed her. "I want that too." Jordan started humping up into her again, planting his feet for leverage. He got a good rhythm going, watching Kaitlin for his cues to speed up. She was limp in his arms, and her face was buried in his chest. One hand rested on his thigh, and the other was by her face, running her fingers through his chest hair. Jordan looked down and studied her thick, red hair. He had always had a thing for hair, and especially redheads. Kaitlin's hair was straight and long. He took one hand off her back, and ran it through that mess of hair, bringing a handful up to his nose to inhale her clean scent. He sped up, ready to find his own orgasm. After several minutes, he could feel it coming on. "Are you ready?" He asked Kaitlin. "God yes. Come in me. Make me come!" She pleaded. Jordan's hips were a blur beneath her, almost vibrating. He groaned as he passed the point of no return, and then let out a long low moan as he released inside of her. Kaitlin was already there, soundlessly screaming and panting through her own climax. "I can feel it. It feels so hot! So good! Yes! Fill me up, I want it all!" She panted, clawing at his chest and sides. Jordan slowed, feeling himself slowly starting to deflate inside Kaitlin. He relaxed, laying his legs back on the bed. Kaitlin shifted downwards, pushing as much of him as she could back in. "Can I just lay on you forever?" She asked. "As long as you like." Jordan answered, knowing from the Bigfoot how amazing the sensation was. Jordan felt a hand on his cheek, and turned his head to see Megan. Her eyes were wet with tears, and she leaned in for a kiss. "Are you okay?" Jordan asked her when they broke the kiss. That got Kaitlin's attention, who turned her head. "Of course! That was just so damn beautiful. I'm sorry, I'm just being a girl. Ignore the tears and go back to enjoying each other." Megan laughed through a little sob. "Get in here." Kaitlin said, extending and arm and pulling Megan onto Jordan's open shoulder. They were silent for a while, all breathing heavy. When their heart rates slowed and they caught their breath, Megan turned her head and looked across Jordan's chest at Kaitlin. "Not that I'm complaining, but why the 180? You seemed so set on not getting involved tonight." She asked. Kaitlin laughed. It was beautiful to Jordan's ears. "I had an epiphany." Kaitlin said. "I realized that I was comparing Jordan to my college boyfriends. I thought he was a player, just out to get some." She told Megan, then to Jordan: "Sorry." And she kissed his chest. "When I was in college, I had my first real internet connection, and I discovered porn. It got me off, but most of it was so hard to watch. The 'actors' if you can call them that, just started making me sad. The women would shriek through something they obviously weren't enjoying. If it ever showed the men, they were indifferent to the women, just humping away, using them to get off. "That's how my old boyfriends were. They didn't care about me, they just wanted to get off. "When I watched you two together, it was the hottest thing I've ever seen. You two genuinely enjoyed each other, and you both made sure the other was having the best time of their lives. "Jordan, you're nothing like my player exes. I guess I was jealous of Megan, and hoped that you would have even a tenth of what you gave her that you could share with me. Thank you for that. You met and exceeded my wildest dreams." Kaitlin giggled and kissed Jordan's chest. "You also got me really horny first, so that helped." They cuddled for a while, Kaitlin gently petting Jordan's chest hair. "Can I tell you a secret Jordan?" Kaitlin asked nervously. "Of course. Do we need Megan to leave?" "No!" She laughed. "Not that kind of secret... When I read Megan's report about you, and found out that I would be meeting you and working with you... I had this fantasy. I looked your pictures up online, from your LinkedIn profile and from your job's website. "I got off to your pictures. You were so good looking, and I fantasized that you would have to claim me to get me to be accepted by the Bigfoot, just like you did with Megan. For the last two weeks, I haven't been able to think of anything or anyone else." Kaitlin admitted. "It was so hot, and I just kept getting off thinking about it." Jordan looked down and saw that her clear, pale skin was turning pink. "Thank you for telling me. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a similar fantasy. Did it live up to your expectations?" Jordan asked. "Oh, god. Met and exceeded. So you really fantasized about me too?" Kaitlin asked. Jordan nodded slowly. "How about me? How did I compare to your fantasies?" "I didn't expect you to be so beautiful. I didn't expect you to be so open and comfortable and sweet. I would also say met and exceeded. By a lot." Jordan said, then turned his head to Megan. "Are you okay, Megan? This wasn't too fast? Are you jealous?" "Oh, god no. I meant it when I said that I'm kinky that way. I enjoy watching you with the Bigfoot, and even more enjoyed watching you with Kaitlin. I just hope that next time you'll do her first, so that I can watch and get that horny before you fuck me. "I'm all hot right now, but couldn't go again, even if you could." Megan admitted. "You wore me out." "Me too." Kaitlin chimed in. Jordan laughed. "Me three." The three got up to brush their teeth and take a shower together before they climbed into bed. Jordan washed both women's hair, and soaped up their bodies, but a week of little sleep and an hour of sex had left him exhausted, and none of them were in the mood to play anymore that night. Jordan slept in the middle, with a woman on each shoulder. Sometime in the night, he had to roll on his side, and wound up in the middle of a spoon sandwich. It was the best sleep he'd had all week. *** Jordan's phone woke him in the morning. He sat up, looking for the source of his ringtone. He found it in his pants on the floor. It was Dr. Stein. Jordan answered it and put it on speaker phone for the women to listen in. "Hey Jim! Good morning. What's up?" He greeted. "Good morning Jordan. I'm afraid I have some bad news." Dr. Stein said, worry in his voice. "We've been monitoring the Fitbits that you put on the six female Bigfoot. Jane left the cave around nine PM last night, and she hasn't been back since. "The other females are stressed, with elevated heart rates and blood pressures. None of them have slept much since returning this morning. We think something happened to her. We've got our infrared aircraft in route to search for her, but they're coming down out of Cheyenne, and won't be flying over for about two more hours. "Can you get yourself on the road and ready to go rescue her, if she can be rescued?" Dr. Stein asked. Jordan was already on his feet, pulling his pants on. Megan and Kaitlin too were jumping out of bed and getting themselves dressed. Monsters in the Mountains Ch. 02 "We'll be on the road in ten minutes." Jordan announced. "Two more things I have to tell you." Dr. Stein said. "We think the musk may have failed, because when we did our flyover last Wednesday, the two individuals hadn't left. They were still camped out to the north. If they do have Jane, we want you to approach very carefully. They should run out of fear of humans, but I don't want you engaging them, and if they don't run, stay back. They can be dangerous. "The other thing is that we had the forest service put in a gate at the entrance that you have been using. We had them clear the road for about 100 yards in, and put in a nice place for you to park your truck out of sight of the road. The gate can be opened with a garage door clicker, which you will find in top of the food box we sent you labeled #1. "Good luck, and stay in touch." Dr. Stein said. Jordan said goodbye, and was out the door, across the porch, and into his apartment. His revolver was in his small gun safe, which he had packed in a box. He looked over the pile of boxes, and didn't recognize the one holding his gun. He didn't have time to look for it. Jordan recognized the box holding his sports equipment. He cut it open and pulled out his aluminum softball bat. He would rather have his pistol, but the bat would do in an emergency, which this was. He grabbed his backpack, throwing a water bottle in it, and wishing that everything he owned wasn't in boxes. Megan and Kaitlin were waiting for him outside. They were dressed and ready to go. "Kaitlin, this may not be the best time for you to meet the Bigfoot. They're already stressed out, and..." "I'm coming." Kaitlin interrupted. Her voice left no room for dissent, and Jordan didn't have time to argue. Jordan opened the box labeled #1, and pulled out the garage door remote. He climbed in the driver's seat of his truck, and Megan squeezed in the back seat, since she was smaller. Kaitlin sat up front. Jordan drove fast, hardly talking. The women could see the stress in his face, and didn't talk either. He took the curves on highway 135 through the mountains as fast as his truck would allow, squealing tires several times. The normally one hour drive was done in 45 minutes. The gate was a big, nice green-painted metal barrier, with a professional sign saying "Private property, keep out, no hunting, no trespassing." Jordan hit the button, and the gate slid open, too slowly for his tastes. He drove through when his truck would fit, and pressed the button again to close it, not staying to confirm that it closed. The new road was wide and flat, and Jordan followed it 100 yards back to a gravel spot where he could park his truck. "I only have room on the back of my motorcycle for one, so I'd like for you to wait here, Kaitlin, until I come back for you." Jordan said. "Will you promise to come right back?" Kaitlin asked. "You're not going to go running off into the woods without me, are you?" "I have to wait for that flyover, and Dr. Stein to call and confirm where she is. I have time to come back for you." Jordan reassured her. He rode the motorcycle fast, with Megan behind him gripping him hard. He pulled up to the cabin, and Megan hopped off and grabbed him, kissing him. "We'll find her. You be careful and slow down. You're no good to Jane injured, and I don't want you scaring the crap out of Kaitlin." She handed Jordan the helmet, and turned to the cabin. Kaitlin was waiting in the bed of the truck when Jordan returned. "There was half of me that really thought you were going to leave me here until you dealt with things." She worried. "I'm sorry you doubted me. I wouldn't abandon you. I'm just worried for Jane. Come on." He said, handing Megan the helmet. He got his bat out of the truck and locked it before climbing on the motorcycle in front of Kaitlin. He took it a little slower, still splashing across the streams, but his tires never left the ground. The 5 female Bigfoot were in front of the cabin, exchanging hugs with Megan as they pulled up. There was no sign of Pebbles and Bam-Bam, and Jordan wondered if they were alone in the cave. Missy and Ginger started towards Jordan, but stopped and growled when they saw Kaitlin get off behind him. Kaitlin took off her helmet, revealing a mess of red hair. She gave three breathy hoots, "ooh, ooh, ooh." And both Bigfoot relaxed a little. "Go ahead and claim me anytime, Jordan." She told him. "Do you speak Bigfoot?" Jordan asked. "It's not a language, per se. The sound I made means something like 'we come in peace'." "I hope you'll teach me some of that when things calm down." Jordan said. Kaitlin nodded Jordan wrapped his arms around Kaitlin, and buried his face in her neck. She smelled good, clean. She wrapped her arms around Jordan, buried her face in his neck and repeated the calming breathy hoots, nuzzling him back. When Jordan released her, he felt better, calmer. He released a little of the tension he had been holding onto. He crossed the distance to Missy, standing on his tiptoes to reach her neck, which he nuzzled. Missy wrapped her arms around him and leaned down. She was shaking a little, and he could feel the stress in the muscles in her shoulders. He thought briefly about remembering to give her a shoulder massage when this was all over. Missy moved back, eyeing Kaitlin warily. Ginger came forward for her greeting, and held Jordan tight for a little longer than Missy had, nuzzling him. Jordan looked up to see Megan crossing from the cabin to Kaitlin. She wrapped her arms around the woman, and nuzzled her neck, just like Jordan had. "Um... hi Megan. What are you doing?" Kaitlin asked. "Jordan claimed you. Now I'm accepting you. Jane did the same for me, and it helped. I may have to play with your hair, though so everyone else can see it." Megan told her. "Um... okay, maybe help me get rid of my helmet hair?" Kaitlin asked. "Sure, I even brought a brush. Sit on the ground in front of me." Megan laughed, pulling a brush out of her pocket. Megan stood behind Kaitlin as she knelt down, and started brushing her long red hair out. Jordan stared, transfixed. It wasn't sexual, but he found himself growing hard watching the two of them. When Kaitlin's hair was smoothed over, she stood. Missy gave her a growl, then turned her back on them, and ran off to join the other females. Ginger, however, approached Kaitlin. She huffed once, offering a challenge. Megan kept her eyes down like Megan had taught her. Ginger slowly put a hand on Kaitlin's shoulder, touching her red hair. She clearly enjoyed meeting another redhead, since she sat at Megan's feet, accepting her, and asking to be groomed. "Congratulations Kaitlin, you're the first person that Ginger seems to like." Megan laughed. "You named the redhead Ginger?" Kaitlin asked incredulously. "Do you want to borrow my brush?" Megan asked. "Sure." Kaitlin laughed. "Us soulless gingers have to stick together." She accepted the brush from Megan and started smoothing out the thick fur. "Oh my god, I didn't expect it to be this soft!" Kaitlin exclaimed. "I know, right? Just wait until tonight when they let us cuddle them!" Megan told her. Kaitlin's eyes grew big. "You think they'll let me join them?" "Of course. Jordan claimed you, Ginger and I accepted you. You're in. One of us." Megan said, winking at Jordan. Jordan heard an airplane in the sky, and hoped that it was out looking for Jane. He checked his phone. It was nearly time. "Jordan, did you bring any food along?" Megan asked. "Just a bag of apples and some carrots in my saddlebag. I put them in yesterday morning." Jordan answered. Megan got the fruit out, and started handing apples and carrots out to the group. The Bigfoot accepted, chewing noisily. Jordan's phone rang in his hand, and he answered it immediately without looking. "Hello?" He asked. It was his mother. "Hey mom, this is kind of a bad time. I'm expecting an important phone call right now... Yes, I'll call you back just as soon as it's over... Where am I? I'm up in the mountains... yes, at the property. Look, I've got to go." Jordan said goodbye and hung up. Megan bust out laughing as he did. "How much does she know?" Kaitlin asked. "Almost nothing. She knows I have this land up here, and that I've been coming up here the last few weekends. She and my dad were both furious that I left a good paying job to go back to school for a master's degree with the plans to work for the government. I'll have to go visit soon to smooth things..." Just then Jordan's phone rang. This time it was Dr. Stein. "Jordan. We have confirmation. Three heat signatures consistent with Bigfoot in a brush shelter 3 miles northeast of your position. We will send the coordinates to your phone now." He said. "Please remember, be safe. Just scare them off if you can, and don't chase them if they run, okay?" "Of course." Jordan said. They hung up, and Jordan grabbed his baseball bat. "Whoever's coming, let's go." Jordan's phone chimed, and he opened the text. It opened an app that Jordan had never used before, and wasn't sure was on his phone previously. A little topographical map showed Jordan's position, and there was a pin dropped labeled 'shelter.' Jordan put the bat on his shoulder, pulled out his water bottle, and started walking. He wasn't surprised to see Megan and Kaitlin walk up next to him, but he was surprised to see the rest of the women fall in behind him. The Bigfoot were fast and surefooted up here, easily able to run up the sides of mountains, but they walked at Jordan's pace, following him. "Have you considered that Jane might have gone with them willingly?" Kaitlin asked. "What if she doesn't want to come back with us?" "Not a chance." Megan replied. "You haven't seen Jane and Jordan together yet. You'll understand when you do. You think I got it bad for the guy? You ain't seen nothin yet." "Really?" Kaitlin asked incredulously. "But he hasn't been around much these last two weeks. Maybe she's out looking for someone else?" "If she went with them willingly, why are the other Bigfoot so spooked?" Jordan interrupted. "No, they know she's been taken, and they know it's my job to go get her back." "Just promise me you won't do anything stupid, okay?" Megan asked. "Like picking a fight with a Bigfoot? I know you have a bat, but I've seen these fights before. They're usually to the death. You're no good to any of us dead. Jane especially." She pleaded. "I'll be careful, I promise. If he wants to fight over Jane, though... I'm not going home empty handed." Jordan said. Megan rolled her eyes at Kaitlin and mouthed the word 'men.' An hour later, the three humans were tired and sore. They had crossed over the ridge, and down into the valley to the west of Jordan's land. They were officially on national forest property. Jordan could make out a big pile of sticks, right where the pin said it would be. It was tucked up into the tree line above the meadow, and he could see a big hole in the side, large enough for a human to crawl through. It looked like a giant bird's nest. "Time to make some noise." Jordan said, approaching the structure. "HEY, ASSHOLES! WHY DON'T YOU GET THE FUCK OUT HERE AND BRING THE GIRL." Jordan yelled. He saw a head poke out and two big brown eyes looked his way. "YEAH, YOU. YOU KIDNAPPING PIECE OF SHIT. RUN AWAY LIKE A GOOD LITTLE PUSSY AND LEAVE JANE ALONE." Jordan hit his baseball bat on a tree, causing a metallic ringing. The giant smoothly exited his burrow and stood, facing Jordan. He was huge. At least 7 feet tall, and exceptionally broad. His shoulders were huge and round with muscle. He looked like a male version of Missy, only with a little more muscle on his upper body, and no breasts. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE BEFORE I MAKE YOU. THIS IS MY TURF AND THAT'S MY GIRL YOU'VE GRABBED." Jordan had never been this angry before. He knew he should be terrified, but it was for Jane. He wasn't going to leave her with this brute. The giant snarled, showing his big canines. He let out an earth shaking roar, stomping his feet, and taking a few steps towards Jordan. "YOU THINK I'M FUCKING AFRAID OF YOU? MY ANCESTORS WIPED YOUR PEOPLE OFF THE MAP IN THEIR HOMELAND, AND DROVE YOU INTO HIDING HERE. I'M THE TOP PREDATOR HERE MOTHER FUCKER!" Jordan screamed, pointing his bat at the monster. Suddenly, there was a thump behind him. "LOOK OUT!" He heard Megan scream. Jordan spun to see a smaller male, who was rising to his feet. Without thinking, Jordan brought the baseball bat around, catching the would-be ambusher in the side of the head. The Bigfoot's limbs went stiff, and he crumbled to the ground. There was a roar from the big male, and Jordan spun to see him charging. Jordan brought his bat up to his shoulder, and stepped forward, entirely focused on the charging enemy. The male was fast, crossing the 30 yards between them in a second. Jordan went low, diving out of his reach, and swinging for the big guy's knee. He hit low, impacting muscle, but was rewarded with a pained scream. Both were back on their feet, crouched, ready to spring. Jordan had his bat back in position, and was focused, ready for the giant's next move. Jordan was shocked at how calm he felt, focused even. Time seemed to slow, and he noticed details that he never would have normally, the position of trees in his peripheral vision, objects on the ground, slight movements of his opponent's hands By comparison, his opponent was full of blind fury, raging and blustering. Big furry hands reached for him, and Jordan took a big step backwards, bringing his bat down across knuckles. He hit hard, but couldn't get his bat back up for the second hand, which caught Jordan under his left shoulder, and connected, painfully wrenching his shoulder. Jordan could feel his shoulder joint separate, and pain shot through his arm as he was thrown back. Jordan landed hard on his back, and had his feet up, he kicked hard at a knee as the giant came running up, and managed to connect hard, jarring the big guy backwards, and onto his ass. Jordan scrambled to his feet, feeling his shoulder fall painfully back into joint as he stood. He gripped the bat one-handed, and saw his opponent struggle to stand on his two wounded legs. Jordan lunged forward, and struck the male's head hard with his bat. Big angry eyes looked up at Jordan, full of murder. The beast managed to get to his feet, and tackled Jordan, who was unprepared for the assault. He hit the ground hard, crushed under the weight of the 400 pound male. The wind was knocked from Jordan's lungs, and he felt fear for the first time since he saw the big giant. Suddenly, the weight was gone. Jordan saw him rise, and move a few feet away. He looked up and saw Missy engaged with the monster, matched in height, but outmatched in weight and strength. Jordan rolled to his knees, struggling to reflate his lungs. He saw an opportunity, and took it, swinging the bat hard for the big male's knee while he pushed Missy to the ground. The bat hit home, and Jordan heard a cracking sound, similar to what he heard with the alpha. The big male spun on Jordan, forgetting momentarily about Missy. Big hands gripped Jordan's shoulders, squeezing. Jordan screamed as his hurt shoulder was painfully jarred. A furry arm wrapped around the male's neck, and he was pulled to the ground, gasping. He let go of Jordan, who rolled, and came up without his baseball bat. Missy was on the ground underneath the monster, and had him in a sleeper hold. The big male was strong. He managed to sit up, though Missy clung on. Jordan kicked his face, connecting with his nose. The beast snarled, but no roar came out of his pinched windpipe. His hands which had been tugging at Missy's arm around his neck shot out for Jordan, who had learned his lesson, and danced backwards. With Jordan out of reach, the big male tried twisting in Missy's grip. Jordan danced back in, kicking his ear. Missy clung on, wrapping a second arm around the beast. Jordan balanced, then kicked again and again. The big strong hands that raked at Missy's arms lost their urgency and coordination. Missy's grip tightened, and Jordan could see his enemy losing consciousness. Still Missy clung on tight. She wasn't out to win the fight, she was determined to kill the beast. Jordan watched as the life drained out of his eyes. Missy clung on tight, even after death. She pushed and shoved, rolling over on top of the beast and gripping his throat tighter. Jordan remembered the second attacker, and turned, looking for him. He was slowly getting to his feet, shakily rising, and supporting himself on a tree. He looked crestfallen, watching Missy choking the life out of his friend, but then he turned terrified eyes on Jordan. He spun and took off on shaking feet, running north. "Where the hell did he come from?" Jordan asked. "He dropped down from the tree!" Megan exclaimed. I didn't even see him until he almost fell on you!" "What the hell was he doing up there?" Jordan asked. "I have theories, but I honestly don't know. No one's ever reported a Bigfoot climbing a tree, but he might have been up there to protect the big guy. To ambush you when you got close." Megan said. Missy finally rose, unwrapping her arms from around the dead body, and throwing it a few feet where it rolled. Jordan ran to her and helped pull her to her feet. He wrapped his arms around her, and buried his face in her neck, grunting and nuzzling, thanking her. "Oh my god, does he have an erection?" Megan cried out. She rushed to the dead body of the big male, who was now lying on his side. "I have to get a picture of this." She said, taking out her camera. She fished a small ruler out of her backpack, and held it up. Megan grabbed the erection, and held it in different positions, photographing all different angles. "She must really love cocks?" Kaitlin asked from a distance. "First documented Bigfoot erection." Jordan answered while still holding Missy. "But why is he hard, isn't he dead?" Kaitlin wondered. "Asphyxiation." Megan answered. "It causes an erection. There's been documented cases where a man condemned to hang will actually have an ejaculation while he's dying." "Gross. He didn't do that, did he?" Kaitlin asked. Jordan pulled away from Missy suddenly. He still hadn't seen Jane come out. Jordan poked his head into the shelter, and crawled in on hands and knees. Jane's eyes were open, and she watched Jordan enter. There was blood coming from her nose and her mouth. Jordan wrapped his arms around her, gently nuzzling her neck. She listlessly raised one arm, embracing him, but then she lost consciousness. Jordan grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling Jane to the door, and outside. The females gathered around the unconscious body of Jane, and the two humans gasped. "Why would they do this to her?" Megan cried. "They beat her half to death!" Jordan was crying too. The first time he could remember crying since puberty. His sweet Jane, kidnapped, beaten and... Jordan's breath stopped. "Was she raped?" He asked. Megan moved down and looked. "Maybe you should give us girls some space to deal with this." She said sadly. Jordan sobbed, and roared. He jumped to his feet and took out his rage on the lifeless body of Jane's attacker sobbing while kicking and punching the furry body. He felt arms wrap around him from behind, and melted into their embrace. He turned and saw Kaitlin, tears in her own eyes, and concern on her face. He hugged her, and they both slumped to their knees together, crying. "I'm done checking her out." Megan said softly as she approached Jordan. I think she has a broken arm, but her neck and spine are okay. We should be okay to move her. If she were a human, I'd recommend getting her to a hospital, but let's get her to the cabin and see what resources Dr. Stein can give us. Maybe I'll call him when we get cell service, see what he can do. Monsters in the Mountains Ch. 02 Jordan rose. His shoulder was killing him, but he managed to lift Jane onto his shoulders like he did last time she was unconscious. He started walking. He turned around after 50 yards to see a procession behind him. Sarah and Ginger were dragging the dead male by his feet, and Kaitlin had her arm around Megan, consoling her. Jordan was in excruciating pain, and he was exhausted from carrying Jane's 200 pound body. The females seemed to sense that he was struggling, and after about a mile, Jill came forward and pulled Jane off of Jordan's shoulders. She carried her like a baby, cradling Jane's broken body. When they reached the ridge, Jordan saw Megan take out her phone and make a call. "Hey Jim, we got her, but she's in bad shape. They beat her half to death. I think Jordan's losing it, and we need to get her help fast if she's going to make it. I know she got beaten on her head, and Jordan claims she had a concussion recently... "I'll tell you the full story later. Do you think you could arrange an EMT transport and a facility that could help? Thanks. Just send the location for the pickup zone." Megan hung up. She walked slowly up to Jordan, who was shuffling along the top of the ridge. "Hey stud, I know you're struggling right now, but Jane needs you. We all do. Dr. Stein is arranging a helicopter to pick her up and take her for medical care right now. He's going to send us a location for a meadow where they can land a helicopter, and I need you to get us there. Can you handle that?" She asked. "Of course. I'm sorry I lost it back there." Jordan said weakly. "I just... I thought I had lost her, and thinking about what they did to her... one of their own kind... It makes me wonder if we're doing the right thing, saving them. They're no better than the worst of us." "Hey!" Megan yelled at him. "Turn around. Jordan did. "Look at them!" Megan shouted, gesturing at the procession of females behind him. "You don't get to choose which of the species you save, and which ones you leave to extinction. We save the whole species. Yes, they are like us. They are capable of terrible violence, but also deep love. "Missy attacked that bastard, pulled him off of you. She saved your life, and got a beating of her own for it. You keep working hard to save the species, if not because it's the right thing to do, then do it for them. Do it for the babies that Ginger and Jill are carrying. Do it for Jane, because she is going to be all right. Do it for me, because I love them and I... damn it, I love you." Megan was crying. "There, I said it. I know I've only known you for 3 weeks, and we haven't even had that much time together, but I love you. I'm in love with you." Jordan wrapped his uninjured arm around Megan. "I love you too. Thank you for loving me." He cried. "I love Jane too, and I'm so scared for her." "We'll get the helicopter, and we'll get her medical attention. She'll be fine." Megan promised. "I mean mentally, emotionally." Jordan clarified. "She's been through so much in her short life. This is two near-death beatings in what- a month? I know she's not human, but she was raped. How's she going to feel about me after she wakes up? I wasn't there. An alpha is supposed to stay with his women, protect them, provide for them. Jane got grabbed, and where was I? In bed with two humans, fifty miles away." "This was not your fault, and you were there for her." Megan said sternly. "Don't act like you didn't fight for her and bleed for her. Your back's all cut up from where he threw you, and I know he messed your shoulder up. You stood up to a massive giant, outmatched, and fought for her. She's alive and free right now because of you. She loves you. You know that. She'll be fine, just be patient with her." They walked in silence for a few minutes, and Jordan's phone beeped. There were no good meadows nearby where a helicopter could land. The closest was on Jordan's land, north of where he was going to build his cabin. The morning sun was high in the sky now, and according to Dr. Stein, the Bigfoot hadn't slept much since Jane disappeared. He heard Ginger snarl, and Missy roar at her. Everyone was tired and emotional. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of marching, Jordan broke through the trees, and was in the meadow where the helicopter was supposed to pick them up. Jordan took Jane's unconscious body from Jill, and held her in the shade, waiting for the helicopter. The rest of the females were following Jordan, so they crowded around him, gently touching Jane. The aircraft came up the valley, moving slowly over the trees. It seemed to take an eternity from when he first heard it until it touched down a hundred yards from where Jordan sat, cradling Jane. All of the female Bigfoot panicked, and scattered into the forest. Jordan, Megan and Kaitlin approached the craft, with Jordan struggling to carry Jane's weight. It was small inside, with only one pilot and an EMT in the back. There was barely room in the back for the gurney where they put Jane. "Can I go with you?" Jordan shouted over the engine, still running. The EMT emphatically shook his head. "Have you given her anything? Food, medication?" He shouted back. Jordan shook his head. "We'll be at a private medical facility in Denver. Jim Stein has the information. He's expecting your call." He shouted, and then closed the door. The three humans rushed backwards, and the helicopter grew louder, taking off. Jordan watched as the helicopter rose high into the air, and watched it disappear over the trees. Five minutes later, he couldn't hear it anymore. The valley was once again quiet. Jordan walked back to where he had left the females. The body of the male was still there, laying where Ginger and Sarah had abandoned it. Missy was the first to leave the trees, and she looked around, confused where Jane was. Ginger followed her, and then Jill, Sarah and Wilma. They all looked at Jordan as though he had lost her somewhere. Missy picked up the males foot, and Ginger grabbed the other. They drug the body up the mine tailings to the smaller mine entrance. Missy and Ginger worked together, moving rocks again, and Megan vibrated with excitement. She reached into her backpack for a flashlight. It was then that Jordan noticed she had a GoPro camera strapped to her shoulder strap. "How long has that thing been running?" Jordan asked her. "Ever since we left on our hike." Megan told him. "So you got my fight with the male?" He asked. "Of course. The whole Bigfoot community is going to see you get saved by a girl." She joked. "Babe, when she's over seven feet of muscle, you have to call her a grown woman, and I'm a big enough man to admit that Missy saved me. Multiple times." Jordan said. Missy whistled from inside the mine, and Ginger grabbed the male's body by a foot, dragging him inside with her. They all followed. Jordan saw Wilma and Jill gathering rocks, and he grabbed a few of his own. He was the last one into the mine, following Megan and Kaitlin. They had already thrown the body in the back, again an ignoble interment for a disgraced and despised enemy. Jordan again saw the skeleton of his great-great grandfather's old partner, Enoch Brown. He again saw that he had been thrown in on his side, one leg folded up underneath him. Jordan's heart went out to the long-deceased miner. Jordan carefully moved the skeleton onto its back, straightening out the leg bones. Jordan pulled the bent rifle free from his arms, and placed it on the floor next to him. Jordan picked up the scattered bones, and articulated them in a peaceful repose, then he placed a round rock from his pocket on the old man's sternum. The clothes that Enoch had been wearing had long since disintegrated with his decomposing flesh into a now-dry black dirt pile on the floor. Jordan saw a leather strap around the skeleton's shoulder, and pulled gently, bringing a heavy leather satchel out of the dark earth where Enoch had lain the last 130 years. The strap gave, but the satchel was intact and Jordan picked it up. He looked around. Megan was busily taking photos of each skeleton, and how they were arranged, along with the stone pile on each. Kaitlin was breathing heavily through her mouth, and looked like she was ready to vomit and run screaming from the mine. Jordan pulled on the blackened leather of the satchel, finding the flap that had once been attached to a buckle. He opened the pouch and shone his flashlight inside. Brass and lead bullets for the rifle were at the top of the pile, along with a brown rag that Jordan guessed had once been a handkerchief. He pulled on the rag, and found that something heavy was wrapped up inside. Jordan carefully unwrapped the contents, taking care not to tear the delicate fabric. By his flashlight, he saw the glint of gold, a fist sized pile of ingots, probably mined right off of this land. He counted 20 of them. Hands shaking, Jordan carefully rewrapped the ingots back up and set them on the ground. Below the rag, the satchel was full of small items, a knife, a straight razor, a flint, a candlestick etc. The thing that caught Jordan's attention, though, was a small leather-bound book. Jordan gently removed the item from the satchel. The book was in great condition, protected inside the leather pouch. Jordan opened the book carefully, and a few letters fell out. He picked them up, and unfurled them. They were written in a gorgeous flowing script that was almost impossible to read, especially by the dim flashlight. He opened the book and saw a man's ugly, but far more legible handwriting. It was a journal. The date on the first marked page he opened to was March, 12, 1888. That was over a year before the two men had lay claim to the land. Sarah was the first to leave the tomb. Jordan looked over and saw Missy mourning over the body of the young Bigfoot, placing a rock on its chest. Jordan wondered who the child had been to her. He repacked the journal and ingots into the satchel, and lay it next to the rifle. He walked over to Missy, and put a hand gently on his shoulder. "Baby?" He asked, making the sign language rocking motion. Missy made the rocking motion, but he wasn't sure if that was confirmation, or if she even knew what he was asking. The skeleton was small, just a little bigger than Bam-Bam. Desiccated flesh still clung to the tiny body, and there were 4 stones on its chest. One from today, and one from 2 weeks ago. Jordan guessed that Missy had visited the body of the child at least once since it had died, before last week, assuming the first rock was added at interment. He saw that the head was a little flattened, as though a head injury had killed the tyke. On a whim, Jordan took a small stone out of his pocket and placed it on the chest of the little body. Missy had been lost in grief, though silent this time. With Jordan's gesture, she stiffened. Jordan wondered if he had made a mistake, but there was something other than anger in her eyes. Missy reached out and gently stroked his face. Jordan studied the body more. It had been a little boy, he thought. The decomposition had moved and removed most features, but he was pretty sure of that. He looked around. "Megan, do you think you could take a DNA sample for..." he stopped. Megan was leaned over a body with tweezers and a tube. "How many samples have you taken?" Jordan asked. "I'd like to say I'm not leaving until I get a DNA sample from every body in here, but I'm trying to be discrete and respectful. I've gotten about half. You have no idea what knowing the family relationships among the interred will tell us." Megan said. She pulled a tooth from a skeleton with no flesh attached and dropped it into a baggy. She wrote a number on the bag, took a picture of the tooth with its skeleton, taking note of the small pile of stones lying on the white sternum. She then moved to the body of Jim Stone. "I already got his wallet last time. That's Jim Stone." Jordan whispered. "If someone wants a DNA sample later, do you want to try to open this mine to get it, or would you rather I just take one now?" Megan asked with her eyebrow cocked. "Sorry, do your thing, science hottie." Jordan replied. Megan smiled at him and took her sample. Jordan stood and looked around. Besides himself, only Missy, Ginger, Megan were left in the cave. Ginger stood up and left as Jordan watched. "When Missy leaves, can you get a sample of the toddler body? I want to know if it was her baby." Jordan whispered. Megan nodded. "You suck at counting, by the way." She said to Jordan. "What?" he asked. "You told us in your report that there were three dozen bodies in here. Including the two that you were here to watch get interred, there are 56. Three dozen means 36. You were short by 19 bodies. 18 if you took your rough guesstimate before the alpha was brought in." "I'm sorry. I was too overwhelmed by the smell and all the skeletons to get a better count." Jordan said. "It is pretty surreal in here, isn't it?" Megan admitted, looking around and taking in the maudlin atmosphere. Missy rose to her feet, hunched over under the short ceiling and went outside. "Get that sample, and no more than 5 more minutes and we're out of here alright?" Jordan said. Megan nodded and went straight to the toddler, and took a strip of flesh, tubing it up and taking her pictures. 5 minutes later, Jordan led Megan outside. Jordan had the bent rifle in one hand and the leather satchel in his other. Missy and Ginger were waiting, placing the big stones back in place as soon as the humans were out. She had gotten a sample from each body, human and Bigfoot alike. They were following the females to the mine where they slept. Kaitlin was walking ahead with Ginger. "Do you think your GoPro got anything in that dark mine?" Jordan asked. "It got everything. It's got an infrared LED on it. Total night vision. I even got you paying respects to Missy's baby. Thank you for doing that. I could tell it meant a lot to her." Megan said. "You think that's what the stones mean? Just paying respect the dead? Why do you think more Bigfoot don't take stones to their dead?" Jordan asked. "Who knows exactly what it means, or if it even means the same thing to each of them. Missy was touched by your gesture. She's still morning that little one, and you comforted her. "It's probably like placing flowers on a gravesite. You don't go to a family funeral and place flowers on gravestones of people you've never met, even if they are your ancestors. You might take some for grandpa while you are burying grandma, but it's a sign of respect. "I also saw what you did for the skeleton of Enoch Brown. You gave him a respectful Bigfoot burial, complete with a stone. Can I ask why?" Megan asked. "Can I ask why you want to know?" Jordan asked. "That's easy. I'm an anthropologist. I study people. I'm curious why you decided to pay respects to a man who died 130 years ago who wasn't even related to you." Megan said. "I'm building my house on the site of his old house. I'm living in a mine he dug, on land he gave to my family in his will. It's hard to explain but I feel a connection to him. I feel like I know him. I also took these off his body." Jordan showed Megan the rifle and bag. "There's a journal in here. I'm hoping it gives me some insight into my grandfather and this land. There were clearly Bigfoot here 130 years ago, and I'm curious what he knew and thought about them." Jordan said. "I was wondering what that was. That's a pretty incredible find. What are you going to do with it?" Megan asked. "I'm going to read it. There are also some old letters here, but they're written in some fancy cursive script that's going to take some translation." Jordan answered. "That's pretty amazing. I'd love to hear about what you find. If you ever want to curate it, I'm sure Dr. Stein would help you preserve it, especially since it may contain historical info about Bigfoot." Megan offered. "Yeah, sounds better than leaving it in a drawer at home gathering dust." Jordan said. Megan smiled at that. They reached the mine entrance, and Kaitlin was waiting for them outside. "I'm starving. What are you guys doing for lunch?" she asked. "I should probably run back to the truck and get those boxes of food. Then I'm going to run down to Denver to be with Jane in the hospital." Jordan said "No. Jordan, you stay." Megan pleaded. "I can go to the hospital and be with Jane. The girls need their alpha. Jane's going to be under sedation and won't even know who's with her. Let's reheat the chili and give the girls whatever Jim packed for us, and I'll go" "Megan, this is Jane. I'm not leaving her again." Jordan said. "If you leave, we all have to go. Dr. Stein's rules. No one's allowed up here without you. Look, just let me borrow your truck. I'll be there in 4 hours, and you can leave Skype on the whole time I'm in the hospital with her. "You and Kaitlin stay. Feed the ladies, fuck the ladies, console the ladies. Finish introducing Kaitlin to everyone, and I'll make sure Jane's delivered home before she wakes up." Megan promised. Jordan finally relented. Megan said goodbye to Kaitlin, and climbed on the motorcycle behind Jordan. 20 minutes later, Jordan took the boxes out of his truck, along with some tie-downs to hold them on the passenger seat. He grabbed Megan as she was about to climb into the truck. He pulled her firmly against his body and kissed her passionately. "I'm sorry I lost it back there on the mountain." Jordan apologized. "I didn't mean what I said about them. They're worth saving. All of them. "I did, however mean what I said about being in love with you, Megan. What we have may not be normal, or what you dreamed of, but I love you. I'm in love with you and I'm happy when I'm with you." "I love you too Jordan." Megan kissed him again. "We can have a long talk about this later. Now go, feed the ladies and let me go take care of your ape lover." She winked. Jordan gave Megan a playful spank as she turned to get into the truck. "Don't go starting something we don't have time to finish, stud!" she warned him, and climbed in. Jordan watched as she pulled away and around a bend in the road. He spent a few minutes strapping one big box of food to the bank of his motorcycle, and then rode back to the mine and up the tailings to where Kaitlin waited. "Here's the first box. Please make sure everyone gets plenty to eat. I'll be right back with the second one." Jordan promised. 45 minutes later he parked his motorcycle and joined Kaitlin in the mine with the 5 Bigfoot. Kaitlin was eating a bag of trail mix in front of a flashlight on the wall opposite the nest when Jordan came in. He sat down beside her. Wilma came over and lay down next to him, and Jordan pulled her so Wilma's head was in his lap. "Tell me again which one this is?" Kaitlin asked. "This is Wilma. Pebbles, the little girl..." Jordan pointed. "...Is her daughter. She's into tickles and laughing. She's the fun one of the group." Jordan stroked her head gently. "So." Jordan said. "Your first two mines. What do you think? Ready to crawl around these for the next few decades?" "I can handle it if you can." Kaitlin challenged. "I can handle it. I even kind of like this one. It just feels good." Jordan said. "I like it a lot better than your other one." Kaitlin said. "Sorry that I lost it in there. I'm not good around dead bodies, and that smell was making me a little nauseous." "Totally understandable. I think you'd have to be a pretty messed up person not to be affected by something like that." Jordan said. Kaitlin nodded, and they were silent for a few minutes. Monsters in the Mountains Ch. 02 "I'm sorry your introduction to the group was under those circumstances." Jordan said. "It wasn't exactly the vacation we had planned for you." "It was fine. Truth be told I was actually kind of excited to see you all in action. Megan wrote in her report that you were third in the pecking order. I'd say you moved up today. You showed aggression and courage, which I know they respect." Kaitlin said. "I'm sorry about how I acted. Before the fight and after. I'm not normally like that. Either part." "Don't apologize. I actually thought it was kind of hot. When Megan was telling me about your Bigfoot, she said she was jealous of what you and Jane have. "After seeing you two in bed last night, I thought she was crazy. People look their whole lives for the passion and love you and Megan have. "I still haven't met Jane. I haven't seen you two together. But when that big monster came out of the shelter roaring, I almost ran screaming, and he wasn't even after me. "Jordan, there's no world in which you would have been a physical match for that monster. Any sane person would have backed down. I think the only reason I didn't end up running was because you didn't. "When you were standing there, screaming profanity at him, and swinging that bat around, you were so confident, even though you had no earthly reason to be. I don't think I've ever been that turned on in my life. "I understood what Megan meant. Now I'm jealous of Jane too. I think you would stand between the armies of heaven and earth for the people you love, and that there's nothing you won't sacrifice for them. "What you and Megan have is special, amazing. What you and Jane have is one in a million. I'd give anything for a man... anyone to feel that way about me. "After you found her, and you were raging against the bastard that hurt Jane... it felt like you had my heart in your hands, and it was breaking right alongside yours? I could feel your pain, feel your anguish at the injustice of what happened. "I'm worried, though." Kaitlin said, and was quiet for a minute. Wilma rolled off of Jordan's lap and crawled over to the bedding where she cuddled up to Jill, who was snoring. Bam-Bam approached Jordan cautiously and crawled up into his lap, curling up to sleep. Jordan held the little furry ball, cradling him in his arms and lap. Sarah watched with tired eyes, allowing Jordan to hold her baby. "What are you worried about?" Jordan asked Kaitlin. Kaitlin was quiet for another moment, watching little Bam-Bam getting comfortable in his lap. Jordan could tell she was thinking about what to say, so he let the question linger between them. Finally she spoke. "You and I are living in the same apartment. We will be in the same program at the same school, and in the same classes. Once we graduate, we will be in the same career at the same government agency. There's a very real chance that we will be seeing each other on a weekly basis for the next 30 years. "When I first found out that I would be so close to you, I was excited, turned on by the idea of getting to sleep with you to get into the Bigfoot family. I like you, and I'm pretty sure you like me. "I thought it was going to be a 'friends with benefits' type of relationship, where we could sleep together for a while, and eventually part as friends and coworkers. You know - great sex, great experience? "I haven't even known you for 24 hours yet, and I know that I can't sleep with you and just be friends with you. I'll always want more. "Everything in my past and my personality says not to get involved with a man who already is in a relationship. 'Don't be the other woman.' "Somehow, me sleeping with you - and even loving you - not only seems to be okay with your other women, it seems to be a requirement for my being here. "I broke up with both of my college boyfriends because they couldn't be faithful to me. I swore off men, and now I find myself wanting to be one of... god... eight women in your life. Just hoping that there's enough love and attention left over for me after you've taken care of everyone else. "And if I can't handle it... If I can't make it work, I'll have to see you again every day for the next two years, and every week for the next 30. What am I supposed to do?" Kaitlin wiped her eyes. Jordan hadn't even seen that she was starting to cry in the low light. "I broke up with my last girlfriend because she cheated too." Jordan admitted. "I realized after Megan and I talked about it that it wasn't the infidelity, it was the dishonesty. She tried to hide it from me. "I can't tell you what to do with your life. You're right, I do like you. I was raised to be a one-woman man too. Now I find myself in love and loved by an amazing woman, and six crazy Bigfoot, and yet somehow, there's that greedy man gene that can't seem to be satisfied. "I met you, and it was like I fell under your spell. I don't know what cosmic lottery I've won that's given me so much incredible luck these last few months, but I know what you mean. I can see myself being more than friends with you too. "I don't want things to ever be awkward between us. I think more than anything, if we're going to attempt a relationship, it has to be based on honesty, respect and friendship. "Megan was right about one thing, I have no right to be possessive. If you find another man you love, and who loves you, I hope that we can ease out of our relationship and into a healthy working friendship." Jordan said. "I think if I were allowed to build my perfect man, who has everything I want in a partner, and nothing I don't... I'm not sure I'd pick that guy over you. Does that make sense?" Kaitlin asked. She continued, seeing Jordan nod. "Coming into this relationship with my eyes open, knowing that getting you means getting Megan and getting a family of Bigfoot... I actually want that. I want it all. "I mean... it's not your Disney, fairytale story, but it's real. There's real feelings here, real love. I haven't even seen you have sex with any of them, but I've seen a genuine display of affection from each of the 5 ladies here. Missy almost died saving you from your own crazy act of love. "I was trying to figure out which one is Sarah based on the one who didn't like you, or was nervous around you. Megan's report said you hadn't had sex with her yet. I'm guessing that's Bam-Bam on your lap, which makes Sarah his mother, and the one who is watching you with love and admiration right now." Kaitlin pointed. Jordan looked up and connected eyes with Sarah, who was laying on the edge of the nest. She was clearly sleepy, but seemed content watching her baby sleeping in Jordan's lap. "So... How do we do this? How do we make a relationship happen with your love split eight ways? You'll be in classes, you're building a house, you're going to be on the road constantly between here and Gunnison, how are we supposed to find time together?" Kaitlin wondered. "We make time. Don't forget, I have a four to six hour per week consulting job, but I can do that on my own time. Let's go on a date." Jordan suggested. "When?" Kaitlin asked. "How about right now?" Jordan offered, standing and putting the sleeping Bam-Bam back in his mother's arms. "There's a sonic in Gunnison that I saw passing through town. How about a greasy hot dog and some ice cream? I can have us there in an hour, and back here in three hours. What do you say?" "Can we stop by my apartment for a shower and sex?" Kaitlin asked with a smile. "You'd put out on the first date?" Jordan teased. "I already put out before the first date. You know what they say about redheads, right?" Kaitlin asked, her eyes twinkling. "No, what's that?" "Well, lots of things... 'Red in the head, fire in the bed,' 'insatiable fire-crotches,' 'Soulless fucking machines...' I have a reputation to uphold. If not for me, then for redheads everywhere." Kaitlin winked at Jordan. Jordan took her hand. "I'd like to help make sure you don't let your people down." Jordan winked back. *** An hour later, Jordan and Kaitlin were standing by the motorcycle, ordering fast food. Jordan had taken ibuprofen for his shoulder, but driving the motorcycle was painful, especially over the rough trail out to the paved road. They sat at a table, conversing comfortably about their time in college, and what they expected from school and beyond. Eventually, the subject turned back to Bigfoot. "So you're in Dr. Stein's circle, you have one of his tablets?" Jordan asked. Kaitlin nodded. "So are your parents in too? Are they going to read about you and me in Megan's reports?" Kaitlin looked around to make sure no one was close enough to overhear her. She still whispered. "No, they know about Bigfoot, but they don't have any affiliation with the Bigfoot Research Organization. "Dr. Stein's predecessor actually approached my dad about us hosting some researchers when I was little, and giving them access to study the pack on our land, but he didn't want anyone disturbing them, and turned him down. "I wasn't given access to the inner circle until I accepted the job offer a few months ago." "So your parents don't know you're up here with me?" Jordan asked. "My parents are really old fashioned. They know I'm getting my master's in Gunnison, but not the details. I tell them just enough that I don't have to lie to them, and they let me deceive them by omission." She said. "Would they be okay with you going out on a date with me?" Jordan asked. "Knowing what I know? Absolutely not." Kaitlin laughed. "They made me promise no sex without the ring. That's why I chose the Nuvaring for birth control instead of the pill. It's one less thing to remember, and it's my own little joke." Jordan cocked an eyebrow at Kaitlin. "Shut up. I think it's funny!" Kaitlin laughed. He had to laugh at her little outburst. "Tell me about your brother." Jordan asked. "Not much to tell, he was homeschooled like me. He went to college, but came running back to the ranch to work as soon as he graduated. He brought a fiancé home, and she's all about the ranch wife lifestyle, cooking and cleaning and supporting her man and the ranch. They were married 3 years ago, and I even have a little nephew living in my old room at home." Kaitlin said. "So you don't see yourself living that life?" Jordan asked. "There was a time when I thought that's what I wanted. I could never live in a big city, but it was too quiet and isolated out on the farm. "When I was 15, my granddad was living with us and had a heart attack. In the time it took help to arrive, he was gone. We had to be our own fire department, our own entertainment. I would need something in between. The comfort of a small town, and people around, without the lights and noise of the city. How about you?" Kaitlin asked. "Honestly, I thought I was happy in Denver, but once I'm up here, and especially up at the land, it's like I find this amazing sense of peace and happiness. I don't think I was meant to live in the big city either. I think once I build my cabin, I could happily live up there until I'm old and gray." Jordan said wistfully. "That does sound nice." Kaitlin responded. "So, are you going to take me home and fuck me, or do I need to drag you off?" "Just like that? Pleasant conversation, and then 'let's fuck'?" Jordan laughed. "Wow, you really are a wanton hussy." He winked at her. "You have no idea, mister." Kaitlin stood, and pulled him to his feet. She climbed on the motorcycle behind Jordan, one arm wrapped around his broad chest, and the other one resting between his legs while he drove. She gently teased his cock to life, rubbing it through his shorts, and feeling it grow hard in her hand. When they arrived at their apartment 5 minutes later, Jordan barely had time to drop the kickstand and kill the engine before Kaitlin was dragging him away to her door. She launched herself into his arms, forgetting about his injured shoulder, and Jordan leaned back, holding her on with his good arm. She remembered his injury, and climbed down with a sheepish grin. "Sorry!" Kaitlin gingerly lifted his shirt, stripping it slowly off of him. She held the dirty garment in her hands, remembering the fight, and how he had been thrown to the ground. "Turn around." She said. Jordan did, and Megan's fingers traced the bruises and road rash where Jordan had impacted the rough ground. "Poor baby." She said, kissing each spot. Then she turned him around She pulled his face down, kissing him deeply. Their tongues danced, played. There was fire and passion in their embrace and their kiss, and they lost themselves in the sensation. "Wow you're a really good kisser!" Kaitlin whispered breathlessly as she broke the kiss. "I need these off." She tugged on his belt, and started pulling his shorts down. Jordan stood naked before her, and she stood back, examining him, admiring his body. She then lifted her own shirt off, and shimmied out of her shorts. Kaitlin was a vision of beauty, standing before him in a green bra, and matching green panties. They were the same shade as her eyes, and she looked perfect in them. Kaitlin slowly reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, looking right into Jordan's eyes. He struggled to maintain eye contact as the bra was removed, and those perfect, round breasts were revealed. Kaitlin smiled as she saw Jordan lose the battle to maintain eye contact. Her smile lit up her face, and Jordan struggled to decide which was more beautiful to look at. She slowly worked her fingers into the waistband of her panties, and began working them down. Jordan watched as her red curls were uncovered, and then watched the green fabric move down her long, pale legs. She kicked the panties across the room, and once again wrapped her arms around his neck. "I have to admit something to you." Kaitlin suddenly seemed a little nervous. "I've never had a boyfriend who was willing to go down on me before. When I saw you eating out Megan yesterday... god I wanted to just... kick her out of bed and slide into her place." Jordan grinned. He pushed her onto the couch and lay on top of her, kissing her lips, then moving down her neck. He paused on the spot on her collarbone that he knew she liked, before continuing his attention down. Jordan paused briefly at her breasts, licking the nipples and massaging the large mounds in his hands. He kissed his way down to Kaitlin's navel, and down across her hip. He teased her for several minutes, kissing up and down her inner thighs, right up to her pussy, and then skipping across to the other leg. Finally, when she was getting used to the teasing, Jordan planted his tongue on her beautiful pink pussy lips, and licked from bottom to top, slowly adding pressure with his flat tongue. Kaitlin's hips involuntarily shook, pushing into his face. She gasped, and Jordan grinned. Beads of moisture were forming around the crease, and Jordan licked them, tasting her nectar. Kaitlin's taste was warm and savory, and just a little salty. Jordan worked her lips apart, and pushed his tongue inside. Kaitlin groaned, and grabbed his head, wrapping her fingers through his dark hair, and pulling him hard into her. Jordan began pumping his tongue in and out, licking up and down as it reached the end of its leash. Suddenly, she pulled him up a bit, pushing his mouth over her clit. Jordan sucked it into his mouth, and bit down gently. Kaitlin screamed, bucking her hips wildly, but holding Jordan tight to her clit while she writhed on the couch. She came hard, shaking and moaning. One of her hands came off of Jordan's head, and she grabbed her breast, pinching the nipple with just the stimulation she needed to keep her orgasm going just a little longer. Jordan released his nibbling bite on Kaitlin's clit, and started teasing it with his tongue. "Oh god, stop, just for a minute. You're driving me crazy!" Kaitlin pushed Jordan away, and closed her legs, curling up in a ball, and riding out the aftershocks while Jordan gently rubbed her ass and back. "Oh, can you please get me a bottle of water out of the fridge, and then we have to move to the bed. The couch is too hard to clean." She smiled at him. Jordan did as she asked, and brought her water in her bedroom. Kaitlin's apartment was the same size and layout as his own, and she still had most of her possessions in boxes on the floor. Kaitlin's bed was made, and he saw a feminine touch to her bed frame and sheets. Kaitlin was recumbent on the bed, one leg up, and her legs spread slightly, displaying her puffy pink pussy lips. "I had no idea what I was missing." Kaitlin admitted. "I think I need that on a regular basis if you're going to be my boyfriend. I don't think I can ever go back to offering BJs to boyfriends who don't return the favor." "Hey! You didn't offer a BJ to me!" Jordan joked, climbing up on the bed, and stretching his body out over Kaitlin's. She kissed him, and said "Later. I need this in me right now, and we're on a time crunch." Kaitlin grabbed his hard cock, rubbing herself with it. "You'll be seeing a lot of me over the next few years, and I promise lots and lots of blowjobs. Especially if you keep getting me off like that!" Kaitlin rubbed the head up and down, spreading her arousal and Jordan's saliva, lubricating the moving parts. When Kaitlin felt him sliding easily, she placed him at the opening, and urged him downward, into her hungry hole. Jordan groaned as he felt the wet heat of her pussy envelop his aching cock. He slid in slowly, but without resistance. He could feel his cockhead resting on her cervix as his dark curls mixed with her red ones. "So perfect!" Kaitlin gasped out through gritted teeth. Jordan pulled back an inch, and fed it to her again. Kaitlin's hands found his ass, and she grabbed it, squeezing and kneading the hard globes, pulling him back into her each time he pulled back. Her hips rotated against his, seeking more friction from each movement. Jordan slowly built up his rhythm, pumping long strokes in and out of Kaitlin as she writhed beneath him. He could feel his orgasm building for a while, but slowed each time it came close. He could tell that Kaitlin was building up to a big one, and he wanted to join her in ecstasy. Kaitlin's breathing grew ragged, and he knew he had her. He started slamming his hips into her, fucking her with long, hard strokes. Kaitlin's whole body seized, everything lifting off the bed except for her feet and shoulders, even lifting Jordan's weight with her. By that time, Jordan had reached the point of no return, and he was losing his rhythm as the delicious body below him moved, and Kaitlin's pussy was squeezing his cock with everything it had. They cried out together, arms and legs tangled in one another, unsure which body part belonged to whom. They clung on to one another, like there was nothing else in the world, and for those few moments, there wasn't. As they lay there, gasping, Kaitlin started softly crying. Jordan held her in his arms, and gently kissed her tears as each one ran down her cheeks. "God, I'm usually not such a girl, but that was..." Kaitlin laughed and rubbed the tears out of her eyes. "...I don't even have words for how intense that was. I don't care how many women, human or Bigfoot I have to share you with, I don't think I can live without that in my life! Please don't ever cut me out! Learn to love me like you love Jane, and Megan, and all the others, please?" She begged. "Always." Was Jordan's reply. She laughed again, and squeezed her eyes tightly shut, forcing a tear to run down each cheek. Kaitlin had planned ahead, and had a box of Kleenex waiting on her nightstand within reach. She took two to catch the mess as Jordan slowly pulled out of her. Monsters in the Mountains Ch. 03 Jordan's shoulder hurt that night in the mine where he slept curled up between Megan and Sarah. The Bigfoot, Sarah, was behind him, holding him tight. The human, Megan was wrapped in his arms, and if not for the dull pain, he would have been sleeping like a baby. He rose from the interspecies sandwich, looking for his backpack for more ibuprofen. Kaitlin was sleeping alone, though Jordan guessed that she had been with Ginger until recently. The rest of the Bigfoot were missing, presumably out for their night-time runs that they often took. Jordan pulled on his clothing, including a hooded sweatshirt. Jordan found the medication, and checked the time. It was 3 AM. He swallowed, and went to the mine entrance, where the valley below him was bathed in the dim moonlight. He could see the rest of the Bigfoot far below, silently running through the tall grass. They were fast and incredibly strong. Jordan had just brought food up the previous day, so they shouldn't be hungry, but they seemed to be chasing something, probably a deer. Squinting in the low moonlight, he confirmed it was a deer. He made a mental note to bring more fresh meat, since the all-female tribe of Bigfoot seemed to need to eat red-meat at least once or twice per month. The deer escaped the four hairy giants, but the Bigfoot kept running, jumping over boulders, and dodging trees. They seemed to be running just for the joy of it, and Jordan could almost feel it as they ran up the loose rocks of the mine tailings, and towards the spot where he sat watching them. Missy, the largest of the Bigfoot, came and sat on the big, flat rock next to Jordan. She leaned down, nuzzling her flat nose into Jordan's neck, a gesture that carried affection, and Jordan considered it to be the Bigfoot equivalent of a kiss. He returned the action, wrapping his arms around the big soft figure, and enjoying her strong musk. Missy lay back, legs spread. She tugged at his clothes with one finger, and Jordan stood up to undress. The light breeze on the mountainside caused goosebumps as he stood there naked, admiring the furry giant. Missy sat up a little, and reached for Jordan, easily lifting him with her strong muscles. She was gentle, though, and lay Jordan atop her body. Jordan was rock hard, and wiggled down a little until he found her wet lips, rubbing himself along her furry crotch until he felt the smooth, slick warmth of her opening. He eased in slowly, bringing his uninjured right hand up to enjoy the massive body beneath him. He massaged her heavy breasts, and reaching up, ran his fingers over her massively muscled shoulder, through the fur on her neck, and up to her dark ear, stroking it gently. Missy's breathing grew faster as Jordan increased his pace, and he could feel her building to a big climax. He played her enormous body like a fine instrument, coaxing the orgasm along. She came with a massive scream which seemed to shake the valley, and echoed off the mountainside. Jordan slowed his pace, extending Missy's pleasure, and easing her down. Her legs were pulled up, and she wrapped them around Jordan, pinning him firmly to her body. Her giant hips started pumping upwards, starting a rhythm that Jordan easily matched. Time and circumstances flew from Jordan's mind as he lost himself in the sensation of pleasure and joy. There was only one creature, no rock, no mountain, no human, no Bigfoot. He focused on the rhythm of his hips, matching the thrusts and losing himself in the bliss. Missy's tight passage suddenly clamped down hard, as she screamed out her second orgasm. Jordan was surprised as he felt his own climax suddenly wash over him, and he lost himself in her, as wave after wave of his pleasure was pushed into her body. Jordan struggled to maintain his pace as his legs went numb and stopped accepting his commands. They lay coupled for several moments. Jordan felt warm and comfortable where her arms and legs covered his naked back, but his bare skin was cold where it was left exposed to the cool mountain breeze. He stood, and dressed quickly, pulling his hooded sweatshirt on over his thin T-shirt. He lay back down on the rock next to Missy. She arose after a few minutes, and entered the mine. Jordan stayed outside, watching the sky over the wide valley in the clear summer night. The stars were beyond amazing, and shooting stars seemed to fall to the earth every few minutes. He stretched out stargazing, and must have fallen asleep on the rock once his shoulder stopped hurting. Jordan awoke with the sun on his face a couple hours later. His back was sore from the hard rock, and his shoulder was hurting again. He thought briefly of the fight 2 days before, where the big male had hit him, dislocating his shoulder. That made him think of Jane. The poor, sweet Bigfoot, alone in her hospital bed a hundred miles away. He hoped that she would heal soon, and come back to him. Jordan missed her, and he knew that her tribe missed her as well. He walked into the mine, and found a pile of fur to cuddle into. He fell asleep again, sandwiched between Wilma and Jill. He looked around for Pebbles, and found Wilma's little baby girl playing with rocks quietly near the sleeping nest. *** Jordan was the last one to be up when he finally came around. The Bigfoot and humans all sat around, grooming each other and stacking rocks in little piles. The sun was fully up outside, and Jordan rose stiffly, looking again for his over-the-counter medication for the pain. "You need to see a doctor." Megan said flatly as he found the little bottle. "You're injured. Don't make me get Dr. Stein to send the National Guard in to drag you off. You know he would." Jordan laughed at her, but stopped when he saw the serious look on her face. "If I leave, you would have to come with me. Dr. Stein's rules. I don't want to take away any of your time with the girls." Megan raised one eyebrow. "Are you sure it's my time with the girls you're looking out for?" She asked. Jordan popped the pills and left the cave, considering Megan's accusation. He only had a few days left in June, and he was worried about how fast his cabin could be built, even with Kaitlin and Megan helping. If it wasn't done by the time the snow started falling, Jordan knew he would have to stay in the mine when he came to visit. He was also worried about the effects that a Colorado mountain winter would have on a half-built home. He had to build all or nothing. Jordan's mind was full of counting lumber as he walked down to the cabin site, and over to the shed where he now kept his chainsaw. He pulled it out, and selected a tree. The tree fell within a minute of sawing. Jordan then set about cutting all the branches off and making it into a log. He then dragged it over to the shed with one hand, where he was able to drag the portable sawmill out and fill the tank with gas. The machine was easy to use, and all he had to do was load the log onto roller bars, set the machine to the dimensions he wanted, and feed it through. With a loud whine, and a puff of sawdust, a 2x4 popped out the other side of the mill. Jordan trimmed it down to the 10 foot length he was going to need, and felt how wet and sticky the lumber was. He was going to need to dry it, which meant that he couldn't start hammering lumber into place for at least a month. He picked up the remainder, and was able to get a shorter eight foot 2x4 out of the log before scraps were all that was left. He was also disturbed by his calculation of how many feet of 2x4s he would need, and how many trees he would have to cut. The lodge-pole pines were skinny and straight, and Jordan could only get one or two 10 foot long 2x4s out of each. He calculated again, and started mentally picturing the valley with that many trees missing. That was without counting the siding and finishing boards that he would need for the walls, floors and ceiling. The Pinyon pines had wider trunks, though they were not as long and straight. Jordan hated to cut those, though, since he knew that the Bigfoot ate the seeds out of the pinecones. There were groves of aspen nearby, though the wood from those was pale and soft, and better for paneling and finishing work than support beams. Jordan spotted a stand of Douglas fir trees across the stream. Big, majestic pines that could provide lots of lumber. He chose one, and started cutting it down. It fell with a giant crash. He then set about removing all limbs and branches. The final log was over 25 feet long, and almost 2 feet in diameter at the base. He could make several good 2x4s out of this log... if he could only get it over to his sawmill. Jordan got out a chain and hooked it up to his motorcycle. He wrapped the chain around the log several times, and started trying to pull it. The wheels of the motorcycle just spun in the dirt. "A horse could move that." A female voice said. Jordan looked up. Kaitlin was smiling at him. Megan was behind her, watching Jordan struggle with the log. He hadn't even heard or seen their approach. "You mean like a great big Clydesdale?" Jordan asked. "Well, one of them could probably do the job, or two quarter horses." Kaitlin said sweetly. "Plus, we could ride the horses and keep up with the Bigfoot when they go out for their runs at sunset." Jordan had a feeling he was being sold on the idea, but she had good logic. Kaitlin's eyes were twinkling with excitement. "Or you could get an ATV. That could probably pull it, and we could drive it at night." Megan put in her two cents worth. "I'm not sure the Bigfoot would accept us following them on an ATV." Jordan said. "They already don't like the sound of the motorcycle. Only Jane seems calm when the motor is running." "Oh, yeah. Horses then." Megan said. Kaitlin couldn't stop the little excited squeal that came out. Jordan pulled out his phone and dialed Jim Stein. He put it on speakerphone, so that Kaitlin and Megan could hear the conversation too. "Hey Jim, how are you?" Jordan asked. "Busy. The phone calls never seem to end. How are you? How's that shoulder holding up?" Dr. Stein asked. "It hurts. Megan is trying to convince me to see a doctor, which reminds me, now that Megan and Kaitlin are part of the pack, can they stay here while I go to town?" "That can be reviewed. Originally that rule was put in place as much in deference to you and your land as it was for their safety. That's something I can bring up to our board of directors, but I can't see why they would object." Dr. Stein responded. "Thanks, the next thing is that I'm reluctant to cut down all the trees that I would need for the ambitious-sized home that I want. Do you think it would be okay to widen the forest road enough to get my pickup truck through with a load of lumber?" "Legally... Yes." He replied. "The forest service is required to allow you access to your land. But if it's just a bunch of lumber that you need, we already agreed to assist you in the building of your home. Just tell us what you need, and we'll get it delivered. We would prefer to leave your land as inaccessible as possible. There's always poachers and trespassers wandering around, and a two-lane road would be like an invitation to come onto your land." "Thank you. I still feel bad about using National Guard resources for my personal home." Jordan admitted. "Hey, officially, it's the Jordan White Bigfoot Research station. We could pay a private helicopter company to deliver the supplies, but the Governor has given us complete access to whatever we need, and the Guard pilots really are burning fuel and wasting time without something to do." "Thank you." Jordan relented. He gave Dr. Stein an estimate of the amount of 2x4s he would need. It would save dozens of his trees, and weeks of time cutting and drying the wood. "One more thing." Jordan asked. "Kaitlin has suggested that horses might allow us to move over the land up here, and provide some utilitarian purposes with hauling supplies and trees. Do you have any objections to us buying two or three horses and riding them with the Bigfoot? I know Bigfoot will hunt deer and elk. Will they kill horses?" "They've been known to kill and eat horses in extreme cases, but in general they tolerate them well, especially if they have alternate food sources." Jim Stein answered. "We can have someone buy some horses and deliver them to the trailhead if..." "No!" Kaitlin shouted, then turned red when she realized she had made the outburst. There was a moment of awkward silence. "Sorry... It's just... horses aren't equipment like a motorcycle, or truck. They aren't livestock like cattle or chickens. You don't just buy a horse without meeting it. We need to pick out our own horses... get to know them before we buy them." "You're the expert on the matter, of course." Dr. Stein said diplomatically. "We will authorize the funding, and arrange transportation. We can send you information on several horses for sale in the area, so that you can shop around for yourselves." "Actually..." Jordan said. "I think this is something that I can pay for. I will also need to buy a horse trailer and boarding space in Gunnison for the winter, so we don't have to leave them up here if we can't get through the snow." "Are you sure?" Dr. Stein asked. "We have a massive budget, and horses can get pretty expensive. We are happy to buy whatever you need, especially if it helps in Bigfoot research." "I'm sure." Jordan replied. "I want these horses to be mine..." He looked into Kaitlin's eyes, full of excitement, "...ours. We appreciate everything you're doing for us, but I can buy the horses." "I can understand that. At least let us arrange for boarding and food for your horses." Dr. Stein offered. "That would be great, thank you." Jordan agreed. They hung up the phone. "EEEEE!" Kaitlin screeched, and launched herself into Jordan's arms. "You've just earned yourself a lifetime supply of Blowjobs, Jordan!" Jordan winced as Kaitlin's weight pulled on his shoulder. Megan caught the facial expression. "That's it Romeo. Hospital. Now. Or I'm calling Dr. Stein back." Megan said sternly. Jordan pulled the chain off the back of his motorcycle, and let Megan drive Kaitlin back to his truck. While she was gone, Jordan ran back to the mine and packed up Enoch Brown's satchel with the gold ingots and the journal. Within 40 minutes, Megan returned for him. She was getting good driving the motorcycle, and was looking more confident. Jordan found the sensation of riding on the back strange, but enjoyed riding with his arms around Megan. Jordan looked over his shoulder as they drove away. No Bigfoot came out to see them off, and the valley looked peaceful and empty in the morning light. *** The Gunnison Valley Health hospital looked like any other when Jordan and Kaitlin walked in through the doors. Megan was parking the truck, and soon joined the other two in the waiting room, while Jordan filled out paperwork. Jordan finished, and handed the clipboard to the nurse receptionist behind the counter. She took one look at the name, and picked up a phone. "He's here." She whispered into it. Jordan just had time to look puzzled before a door opened, and a man in a suit came running out to greet him. "Jordan White?" He asked. Jordan reached out to shake his hand. "John King, I'm the GVHH director. We're honored that you've chosen us to serve you today. Please come with me, and I will show you to our best doctor." Jordan looked back at Kaitlin, who shrugged, and then at Megan, who mouthed 'Jim' at Jordan. "We were surprised to have a phone call from the governor's office about you. A Doctor James Stein has asked us to show you our utmost in hospitality and care." John smiled obsequiously, begging for approval, and Jordan wondered what Dr. Stein had offered the man to roll out the VIP treatment. 20 minutes later, Jordan was stripped down to a hospital gown and fit into an MRI machine. 30 minutes after that, he was sitting in front of a computer screen with a Dr. Griggs. "We found a tear in your Labrum on your left shoulder." Dr. Griggs explained. "This particular injury is what we call a Bankart tear, and it comes from dislocating one's shoulder. You won't need surgery, but we would like you to wear a sling, and not use that arm for at least 4 weeks, and take it easy for another 8 weeks after that. "If this tear doesn't heal properly, your arm could easily dislocate again when you are doing stressful or strenuous exercise." Jordan thought of all he wanted to do the next three months, and asked about horseback and motorcycle riding, building his cabin, and mining. The doctor told him to use his best judgement after the first floor weeks, but to favor his left shoulder, and get help wherever possible. Jordan had to repeat the doctor's words to Megan and Kaitlin as they left the hospital. His description probably downplayed the orders to immobilize the arm. He had his arm in a sling, and a prescription for pain killers that he probably wouldn't fill, since they caused drowsiness. *** Megan drove the truck back to the apartments, where she made sandwiches for lunch for all three of them. Jordan went back to his apartment to unpack boxes one-handed. There was a knock at his door, and a man stood there with a leather bag over his shoulder. "Good afternoon. I'm the courier Dr. Stein arranged to transport a package back to him in Oregon." The man said. Jordan went to his truck and got the Journal out, making sure that all of the letters were inside. The courier slid the bundle into a plastic pouch, and then nestled them into his leather shoulder bag, and was off. Jordan returned to his apartment to continue unpacking. He only had time to unpack his cups out of the box, unwrap the newspaper around them, and load them into the dishwasher when there was a knock on his door and Kaitlin walked in. "I just wanted to stop by and see if you wanted a hand with anything." She offered with a sexy smirk. Kaitlin was wearing a green camisole and short shorts. She looked stunning, and Jordan had to stop his unpacking to admire her. She strutted around the pile of boxes towards Jordan, who watched her from the kitchen. "Is this for me?" Kaitlin asked as she approached him, grabbing the tent in his shorts. "Mmm. I'm flattered." Kaitlin sunk to her knees, pulling Jordan to the edge of the kitchen, to where she could kneel on the carpet. She lowered Jordan's pants and boxers to his ankles, and grabbed his erection as soon as it appeared. Kaitlin wasted no time licking around. She engulfed the entire thing in one steady motion, and pushed forward until her nose was buried in Jordan's curls. Jordan was transfixed by the mess of beautiful red hair cascading around her head, and began running his right hand through the soft locks. Kaitlin moaned. Whether it was from the satisfaction of what she had in her mouth, or the sweet sensation of Jordan's fingers through her hair, he didn't know. Kaitlin's deep green eyes looked up at Jordan, and they were twinkling with joy as she worked her mouth up and down, watching the joy and lust that must have been evident in Jordan's face. For several minutes, Kaitlin bobbed her mouth back and forth. Jordan closed his eyes, savoring the sensation, and when he opened them, he was surprised to see Megan, watching from the hallway that led from the front door. Their eyes met, and she gave him a big grin. Jordan's fingers were still tangled in the long red hair, and as he smoothed it out, he noticed the clean, fresh fragrance of Kaitlin's hair wafting up to him. The scent of this beautiful woman, along with the overabundance of sensation and their audience put Jordan over the edge. He gasped out a warning as he passed the point of no return, and began filling Kaitlin's sweet mouth with his seed. Kaitlin moaned as she accepted his offering, swallowing what she couldn't keep in her mouth. Monsters in the Mountains Ch. 03 Kaitlin Jumped as Megan's hand touched her shoulder. The young redhead grinned at the older blonde, and offered the wet organ to her. Megan wrapped her lips around Jordan's head, and sucked. Jordan twitched through an aftershock, and Megan must have gotten a taste, because she moaned as she licked Jordan clean. "Mmm. That was just the perfect desert to finish lunch. Thank you, both of you." Megan smiled. "Please forgive my intrusion, but Dr. Stein emailed me a list of horse brokers and ranchers. I think we'll have good luck at one of these ranches." Jordan lifted his pants, and tried speaking, having to clear his throat before he could form words. "Sounds good. Should we make an appointment?" "I already called while you two were over here having fun without me." Megan grinned. "The owner will be there for the next 4 hours, and asked us to stop by today if we want to speak with him. He is leaving for a horse show tomorrow, and his wife can help us, but doesn't know the horses like he does." Kaitlin swallowed hard and smiled. "Sounds good. When can we leave?" *** Jason Kabat and his wife Carol met the three at their ranch 30 minutes west of Gunnison. Kaitlin was instantly at home among the stables and corrals of horses. Jordan and Megan could tell that she clearly knew more about horses than both of them and the internet put together, so they let Kaitlin take the lead. She instantly started asking about a chestnut mare that caught her eye. "You have good taste in horses. 15 hands, and honest. She's not a horse for beginners, but one of the smartest and most capable I have." Jason said. Kaitlin was instantly smitten. "What's her name?" She asked, approaching carefully. The horse noticed Megan, and came forward to greet her over the fence. Megan placed one hand on her forehead, and the mare seemed to soak in the attention. "Dixie. She's 6 years old. You certainly seem to know your horses." Jason told her admiringly. "I've been riding since before I could walk." Kaitlin laughed. "I had my own gelding at my parents' ranch, but I had to leave him behind to go to school. We're looking for 2 or 3 horses, at least one that can handle a beginner." At that, Jason seemed to remember Megan and Jordan. "Do you two have much experience riding?" He asked. "A little." Megan said. "I rode once, at the YMCA camp in Estes Park back in High school." Jordan admitted. Jason struggled not to roll his eyes at Jordan. "Greenhorn." He muttered under his breath, eyeing the sling holding Jordan's left arm. He turned his smile back on Kaitlin. "Careful, he's the paying for them." Kaitlin laughed at Jason. "Let's humor the rookie, okay? I'll show him the ropes." Kaitlin walked away from Dixie, who followed along the fence at a slow trot. She approached a black Morgan mare in the next corral, who calmly watched Kaitlin's approach. She looks well mannered, 16 hands? What's her name?" Kaitlin asked. "Good eye. That's Rose." Jason answered. "I wouldn't recommend her, though. She's a package deal with Brutus." Jason pointed at a silver stallion, who was approaching as Kaitlin greeted Rose. "He's not... finished. You might want to keep your distance, some horses just aren't..." Jason stopped as Jordan faced the approaching horse, reaching his hand out and touching the big stallion. "I'll be goddamned." Jason muttered under his breath. "Boy you got more courage than sense. Most greenhorns I tell a horse is dangerous, they go running the other way. Ain't no one's ever gotten Brutus to face forward." Jason looked at Jordan with newfound respect. "Yeah, Jordan has more balls than sense when it comes to dangerous animals." Megan laughed. Jordan was captivated by the giant silver stallion. He was unbroken, but there was a strength and intelligence in the horse's eyes that Jordan could sense. Jordan rested his hand on the big male's forehead, like Kaitlin had done with Dixie and Rose, and Brutus lowered his head. "Are you sure this horse is... what did you call him... unfinished?" Jordan asked. "I wouldn't recommend that horse to a seasoned rider, but he seems to have taken a shine to you... Jordan, was it?" Jordan nodded. Jason just shook his head. "Well, let's get some tack on the one's you like, and see if Brutus still likes you once you try riding him. I bet dollars to donuts you leave with your other arm in a sling if you do try him, though." "I didn't bring donuts, but I'll take that bet." Jordan laughed. Thirty minutes later, Kaitlin had saddled Dixie, and was riding her, getting used to her footwork, and testing commands. The two were already starting to move as one. Megan was climbing onto Rose, petting the big black mare as she gave her first command to 'walk.' Jordan tested the reins on Brutus, then put one foot in a stirrup and climbed into the saddle. Jordan leaned forward, and rested a hand on the big Stallion's head. "Alright boy, let's try a nice walk." Jordan said. Brutus started walking. Jordan looked around. Kaitlin had stopped Dixie, and was smiling at him. Jason was staring open-mouthed. "Most new horse riders think you start with 'Gee' and 'Haw' for commands." Kaitlin commented. "I don't know if you knew to tell Brutus to 'walk' or if you just got lucky, but either way he listened to you on your first command." She pulled Dixie up alongside Jordan and Brutus as they passed. "Pure dumb luck." Jordan admitted. "What other commands should I know?" He asked. "Speaking plain English is the best policy. 'Whoa' means stop. Don't ever say 'slow' when you're trying to slow him down, since it sounds too close to 'Whoa.' 'Easy' means slow down, and they should learn 'gallop' means to run. Oh, and 'trot' means trot. Just use the reigns to steer." Jordan tried the commands out, and Brutus obeyed him perfectly. He rode the big silver up to the fence where Jason sat watching in amazement. "Whoa!" He commanded, and the big horse stopped. "I like Brutus just fine, what did you say was wrong with him?" "Besides myself, I've had three trainers try to break him, and he's never behaved for a one of us. I have no idea who you are, but I'm having trouble believing you don't ride horses. Brutus sure seems to respect you, though. Either you lied about your experience level, or that horse thinks the world of you." Jason said in amazement. Megan came riding up on Rose, who nodded her head towards Brutus. "He's got good taste." Megan said. Jordan just smiled at her. "If you had so much trouble breaking him, why isn't he a gelding?" Jordan asked as Kaitlin and Megan rode off together. "I've had two of those three trainers claim that Brutus would never amount to nothin'. Too stubborn, too stupid. Some horses you keep to ride, some you keep to sell, some to show, and some horses you keep out of love of the species. "I may not be able to ride Brutus, but he's happy here. Making him a gelding wouldn't have made him any smarter or less stubborn. It only fixes aggression and breeding impulses, and aggression was never his problem. He loves Rose, and gets along well with the other horses, so as long as no one's in heat, I give him run of 50 acres, and let him be. "I do need to get a picture of you riding him, maybe a video would be better. Ain't no one's going to believe me otherwise." Jason took out a cell phone, and pointed it at Jordan on Brutus's back. Jordan led Brutus off at a trot, and took him around the pasture once again, and back. "Honesty is a big selling point in a horse, and Brutus is the biggest liar I've ever met. That horse is smart. As for selling you a horse, you don't want him." Jason raised a hand as Jordan started to protest. "A good horse should be one that you can hand off to another rider, trust with a child. That horse may be putting on a show for you, but the fact remains that he's an unbroken stallion, who no one but you can ride." Jason explained. "There will only be three of us up at my land. If Kaitlin has Dixie, and Megan has Rose..." Jordan looked around to find Megan happily putting Rose through her paces with Kaitlin watching from Dixie's back. "...It shouldn't matter whether or not anyone else can ride him. I like Brutus." "At least let me try you out on another horse." Jason pleaded. Three more horses were saddled. A gelding named Titus was patient and obedient, and a big palomino mare named Sagebrush seemed smart and capable. The third mare, an Appaloosa named Frost had great manners, and was very easy to ride, but none of them felt as right under Jordan as Brutus had. Jordan felt like a beginner on all three, where Brutus seemed to become an extension of Jordan's body. "These are great horses, they just don't... move the way Brutus does." Jordan admitted as Megan and Kaitlin rode up beside him. Jason laughed. "You, son, have just fallen in love with a horse. I'd make fun if it hadn't happened to me a couple hundred times in my life already. "Brutus is a fine horse. I can sell him to 'ya on a few conditions. He and Rose are a herd. They've bonded. If you ever need to sell one horse, you have to promise to keep them together. Second, Brutus ain't a family horse. He's in for a hard life if you sell him to the wrong people. I may be hard on him, but I ain't never hurt him. If you ever need to get rid of Brutus, you've got to promise to sell him back to me. I'll see he's well taken care of the rest of his life." Jason negotiated. "Sounds fair. Do you want to draw up a contract, or..." Jason made a scoffing sound. "There ain't a contract written that will stand up in a court of law once you pay for that horse. Round here, we shake on a deal, and we don't go back on our word. If you can look me in the eye, shake my hand and promise Brutus won't wind up in the wrong hands, I'll sell you Rose, and throw Brutus in for free." Jordan extended his right hand off the back of Frost, who he was still riding, and shook Jason's hand. "Alright then, I guess we have a deal. Will the lady be wanting Dixie as well?" Jordan looked to Kaitlin, who hadn't dismounted from Dixie the whole time. There was a pleading excitement in her beautiful green eyes, and she couldn't hide her smile. "Yes sir, we'll take all three." Jordan said, smiling at Kaitlin. "Alright, let's get the saddles off, and we can work out payment and paperwork up at the office." Jason said. "Will you be needing any tack?" He asked. Jordan and Megan looked to Kaitlin who answered for the group. "Yes sir, we're starting from scratch. We'll need it all. If you don't have enough to sell..." "Nonsense. Don't go buying those mass-produced saddles from China. I have all the gear you'll need, and I'll give you a better deal on better quality products than those ranch stores." Jason laughed. Jason led the trio into a wood barn, and through a door. The air was thick with the scent of leather, and gear was spread out on tables, hanging from the walls and ceiling, and piled up. "This is my tack room. I've always got my eye out for quality gear to resell. What will 'ya be needing?" Jason asked. "Everything." Kaitlin admitted. "Saddles, bridles, bits, hobbles, blankets, saddlebags..." She was counting them off on her fingers. Jason started picking out saddles first, throwing them in a wheelbarrow nearby. He quickly found three of everything that would fit the three horses being purchased. Kaitlin marveled at the craftsmanship on the saddles, and Jason smiled at her obvious familiarity. Jordan thought of the massive trees he wanted to haul, and wanted to make sure that the horses had gear for pulling. "What about a... yolk? You know, for pulling?" Kaitlin laughed at him. "Sure, if we were having oxen pull us down the Oregon Trail, we might want some yolks." Jordan blushed as Jason laughed. That was where he had gotten the idea. "Sorry babe, we will need three harnesses." She repeated the order to Jason, who found the requested gear, still laughing at Jordan. "Alright, let's go settle this up." Jason said, leading them from the tack room to a log building with a sign over the door that said 'Office.' On the way, Jason gave a little history of his horse ranch. "I'm actually the fifth generation raising horses on this land." He said. "My great-great-great granddad claimed this valley as a mining claim back in the 1860s, but fell in love with the horses he was raisin' instead. He made a business of breeding and selling horses, mules and asses to the miners in the area when it started growing in the 1870s. "Of course, back then, having a horse ranch was like having a car dealership. Every miner needed a pack animal and horses for transportation, so it was a good business back then. Nowadays, it's love of horses that keeps me and Carol in the horse business. "I'm hoping my oldest son will wind up taking over as the sixth generation of horse breeders and trainers on this land, but it's taking him too long to finish college. I wouldn't begrudge him if he decided on a career with a better future. My daughter will be graduating high school soon, and maybe it's in her blood instead." Jordan thought of the ranch's past. "You don't have any of the records from back then, do you?" He asked. Jason pointed at a bookcase built into one long wall as they entered. "There's a record of every horse bought and sold on this land for the last 150 years." He said, sitting down to his laptop. "Would there be any records of who they sold to? Names?" Jordan asked. Jason nodded. "Would you mind if I checked the records from 1889 to 1893 for the names Silas White and Enoch Brown?" "Some family of yours?" Jason asked. "Something like that." Jordan answered. Jason looked skeptically at him, and rose to scan the bookshelf. He found two ledger books of yellowed paper, and took them over to his desk. "Good time to be in business." Jason commented, scanning the pages. "I don't move as many horses in a year as they sold in a week... Ah, May 21st 1889, bought 2 geldings and a mule from Silas White." Jordan came to stand over Jason's shoulder to read the entry. Silas had sold the animals for $500, a lot of money at the time. He remembered Enoch's journal mentioning selling all their possessions to buy the mining claims in June of 1889. "You said the other was in 1893?" Jason asked. He took out the other book, and flipped through the ledger. "Oh wow. Silas White bought a team of mules for 20 ounces of gold. 12 of them along with a 15 hand gelding. Your family still have that fortune?" Jason asked with a smile. "What fortune?" Jordan asked innocently. "Well, the only people who paid in gold back then were miners. They bought these mules to move their gold back to the city. Before there were banks up here, and before the trains were a safe way of transporting gold. A mule can carry about 200 pounds on its back. At today's gold prices you're looking at..." Jason pulled out his calculator and punched in some numbers. "... About $40 million in gold, for 2400 pounds. Maybe less, since some mules would need to carry food and supplies, but still a fortune." Jordan stood staring with an open mouth. Jason just flipped through his book some more. "What was the other name you were asking about? Brown?" "Yeah, uh, Enoch Brown." Jordan confirmed, walking back around and taking his seat next to Kaitlin. "Okay, here it is. Enoch Brown. Put a down payment on 15 mules and 2 horses. Paid 5 ounces of gold, promised to deliver 20 ounces of gold on pickup of the mule team. That was June 30th 1893. Never showed, never paid. That would be..." More typing on the calculator. "A little over $50 million at today's gold prices. Oh, and it also says he was going to buy a child's pony. You want to tell me what these men were to you?" "They owned the original claim on my family land. Silas White was my great-great Grandfather." Jordan told him. "Enoch Brown was his mining partner, who died under mysterious circumstances." Jordan said. "Ain't nothing mysterious about a poor miner that suddenly becomes filthy rich getting robbed and killed. See, back then getting the gold out of the ground was only half the battle. Keeping it from getting stolen before you could make it to a bank was the real dangerous part. "And for the future, it's usually better to let a man know that you've got family money after you agree on a price for your horses." Jason smiled at Jordan and Kaitlin. Megan was still looking over the old ranch ledgers. "I've never seen a dime of that money, I think my great-grandfather lost a bunch in a bank that collapsed back during the great depression." Jordan said, remembering something his father had once told him. "I'm just kiddin' ya. I'm a fair man, and I promised you a fair price." He clicked the mouse and a printer started up. He took the sheet of paper, and handed it to Jordan. Jason had itemized list of purchases. Jason wanted $2000 for Rose, $3000 for Dixie, and as agreed, Brutus was free. The saddles and tack cost almost as much as the horses, at $2500 per horse. Jordan showed the prices to Kaitlin, who studied them, and nodded her approval that the prices were fair. "Will y'all be needing a horse trailer too?" Jason asked. "I've got two that will do for your needs, and that you can tow with the ball on the back of your truck." Jordan nodded, and chose the larger of the two trailers for $6,500, which was added to his bill. "Total comes to $20,000. Ha. Same price your great granddad owed my great granddad, more or less." "I don't suppose you'd take payment in 20 ounces of gold would you?" Jordan joked. "You have 20 ounces of gold lying around?" Jason said in wonder. "Um... no." Jordan lied, thinking about the gold in the satchel behind his seat in the truck. Jordan pulled up his banking app on his phone, typed in the payment to the bank account Jason gave him, and the two men shook hands as soon as the deal was complete. Jason threw in a few bales of alfalfa hay and a bag of barley for free. *** Jordan had errands to run and unpacking to do before he could take possession of his new horses and transport them up to his land. Kaitlin was thrilled, and was vibrating with energy as she helped Jordan unpack. Jordan guessed that Kaitlin wanted to help Jordan unpack faster, so that she could get him and her new horse up to the land, and follow the Bigfoot, wherever they went for their nightly runs. "Where do you want your... holster and..." Kaitlin held up a brown metal box. "Ah, my gun safe. You found it!" Jordan said. "I could have used that this weekend." He said, taking out his keys and unlocking the safe. He put the safe on his closet shelf, and put the revolver in his holster, and hung it up in his bedroom. "I can't really see you as a gun person." Kaitlin said, leaning against the door frame, and watching Jordan unpack a box. "I'm not. Not really. My dad took me duck hunting as a kid, so I know my way around a shotgun. I own the revolver, though I've never shot it at anything living. Dr. Stein claims that the Bigfoot, especially the males are too tough to kill with a gun, though I still wouldn't have minded having one along while I was getting beat up Saturday morning." Jordan gestured at his arm in a sling. "Are you going to start carrying it all the time up at your property?" Kaitlin asked. "No, probably not. I wouldn't mind having it handy, though in case I need it." Jordan said. Kaitlin nodded. The two worked fast together. Megan brought them a dinner of homemade lasagna. Kaitlin chipped in a bottle of zinfandel, and they sat around eating, drinking and talking. After they had eaten Megan started helping with the unpacking. Megan and Kaitlin put Jordan's bed together, and made it up for him. They assembled his kitchen, with Megan directing where everything should go. Monsters in the Mountains Ch. 03 By sunset, Jordan's apartment was starting to feel like home. Megan and Kaitlin unpacked Jordan's Nintendo Wii, and challenged each other to a Mario Kart race. They laughed and played for an hour as Jordan slowly cleaned up from dinner and settled in. "Wow, I smell like a horse ranch." Megan said, sniffing the arm of her shirt. "I'm going to go take a shower. Would you like to join me Kaitlin?" She asked with a wicked grin. "What happened to 'she's not into girls'?" Jordan asked, looking at Kaitlin who seemed to be considering it. "We're just washing the horse stink off each other, not having lesbian sex." Megan explained. "And I could use some help washing my hair." Kaitlin admitted. "I can wash hair." Jordan hoped he didn't sound desperate. "Please. If you join us in the shower, we'll never get clean." Megan laughed. Megan stood and offered her hand to Kaitlin, who accepted. They walked to the door holding hands, and whispering. Jordan watched as they crossed the patio and walked into Megan's apartment across the front stoop. Megan took off Kaitlin's shirt, looking over Kaitlin's shoulder to make sure Jordan could see, before she closed the front door to her apartment. Jordan got up, closed his front door and started unloading the dishwasher one-handed. The wine was gone, so he found a beer and opened it. He sat down and found a baseball game on TV. About an hour later, his front door opened. Kaitlin and Megan walked through, wearing robes. Both women had their hair curled, and makeup on. "Are we going out?" Jordan asked, wondering if any of them were sober enough to drive. "No." Megan answered simply, and untied her robe. She wore a matching pink lace panty and bra set that looked expensive, and incredible on her firm, lithe body. Kaitlin watched the reveal, admiring the beautiful blonde as though she hadn't seen her yet. "Megan, you're beautiful." She said, watching the other woman. "Jordan, doesn't she look beautiful?" Kaitlin prodded. "Uh... Beautiful...Yeah." Jordan stammered out, unsure of where to look, but loving every detail. "You don't think she's more beautiful than me, though, do you?" Kaitlin asked, opening and slowly lowering her robe. She wore a deep green shade of lingerie that seemed to perfectly match her eyes. Her long red hair fell in big ringlets around her pale shoulders. Jordan just stared, and realized that his mouth was open. "You're... wow. I mean, both of you are..." Megan giggled. The sound was purely feminine and beautiful. "I think we broke him." "Let's see if we can't get him working again." Kaitlin laughed, strutting over to the couch where Jordan sat. She knelt over his lap, straddling his right leg, and she slowly lowered her crotch to Jordan's right knee. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she kissed him deeply. Megan straddled his left knee, and both women began grinding their crotches on Jordan's exposed knees, taking turns kissing his face and neck. He could feel the warm moisture through the fabric of their panties. Jordan's arms came out, each resting on a different beauty, caressing and enjoying the soft skin and luxurious fabrics they each wore. Their hands explored the hard muscles in his arms and shoulders. Megan's hand was the first to wander down the tent in Jordan's shorts, and she wrapped her little hand around it. "Well this doesn't look broken." She joked. "Hmm, no it doesn't." Kaitlin said, and grabbed the base, under Megan's smaller hand. "Well, I can't be sure with all these clothes on it." She said. Both women stood, and grabbed the waistband of Jordan's exercise shorts, pulling them down as he lifted his hips. Megan knelt, and Kaitlin followed, so that they were face to face with Jordan's exposed manhood. "Lose the shirt." Megan ordered, and Jordan rushed to comply. "There we go, not broken, maybe just overwhelmed." She told Kaitlin. "Who can blame him?" Kaitlin joked. "You're hot!" She ran a hand over Megan's neck, and down the outside of her bra, down her flat stomach and around to her panty-clad ass. "Looking good yourself." Megan responded, running her fingers through Kaitlin's red hair. The women turned back to Jordan, taking turns kissing up his legs, teasing him, before Megan finally engulfed him in her mouth. "Save some for me!" Kaitlin faked a complaint, and Megan pulled Jordan out of her mouth with a 'pop' and pointed him at Kaitlin, who took Jordan in deep, humming with happiness, and working her tongue around the mouthful. She gave him a few pumps, in and out, before pulling him out to talk. "Would you like first ride, or should I?" Kaitlin asked. "You can start on that, I want to ride his face." Megan smiled, rising and pushing Jordan sideways to lay on the couch. She lifted her leg high, and shimmied up so that she was inches above Jordan's face. Both of Jordan's arms wrapped around Megan's hips, as he felt Kaitlin straddle his own hips. He raised his head, bringing his tongue up to meet Megan's pink folds. He showered attention on Megan's sweet sex, quickly bringing her to orgasm just with his tongue and lips. "Damn you're good at that." Megan complimented him. Jordan brought his fingers up, and began running them in circles around Megan's lips, and to her opening. He could feel Kaitlin easing herself onto his lap, moving up and down, taking her pleasure from his willing body. Megan sighed in pleasure as Jordan worked two fingers in and out of her body, suckling on her clit while his fingers rubbed over her g-spot again and again. He was rewarded with a gush of sweet nectar as Megan came hard for him again. "Aaugh!" She screamed, and Jordan felt Kaitlin shuddering through her own release as her already tight pussy milked and squeezed him. It was all too much for him, and his already weakening resolve was obliterated by the simultaneous orgasms of the two beauties riding him. Jordan came with a groan into Megan's wet folds, and kept pumping his hips into Kaitlin's. The two women fell from their perches, Kaitlin across Jordan's body on the outside of the couch, and Megan along the inside, scooting down until she lay on his injured left side. They lay in a heap, panting to catch their breaths for a few moments. "I think I may need a shower now." Jordan commented. "Need any help?" Megan offered with a grin. "I thought I wasn't allowed to join you in the shower." Jordan said. "No, that was just so Kaitlin and I could coordinate our outfits to seduce you." Megan laughed. "By the way, Kaitlin, good call on the lingerie." She held up her fist, and Kaitlin bumped it. "You two are going to kill me." Jordan faked a complaint. "And you're going to die the happiest and luckiest man in the world." Megan replied. All three got up off the couch to crowd into Jordan's little shower. *** The three lay in Jordan's bed later that night, with Jordan in the middle, and a head on each of his shoulders. His hands slowly rubbed up and down two beautiful backs, and each of the women had one hand on his chest, rubbing his patch of chest hair. "So." Kaitlin said. "What are we up to tomorrow?" "I'd like to go down to Denver and spend some time with Jane." Jordan said. "I know she's in a medically induced coma, but I'd just like to see her." He said. Kaitlin grew silent, and Jordan could see her silently pouting. "I guess we could go pick up the horses first, though, and get them up to the mining claim." Jordan said. Kaitlin brightened at that. "As soon as Dr. Stein gets permission for both of you to be up there without me." Megan sat up and left, coming back into the room still naked, with her robe in her hand. She fished her phone out of the pocket, and opened it up. Jordan watched her slim body as she paced back to the bed, folding back into his shoulder with the phone in one hand. "Here it is. We're approved." Megan said, showing Jordan and Kaitlin the phone. They both squinted at the sudden bright light. "Sorry. We're allowed to be up there with your permission, as long as we both have cell phones and each wear a Fitbit." "Do you two want to spend the night up there without me?" Jordan asked. "If I'm driving back to Denver to see Jane, I should probably drop by and see my parents while I'm there. I can be back the next day, late morning." Megan and Kaitlin looked at each other across Jordan's chest. "That would be fine with us." Megan answered for both of them, an unspoken agreement communicated between them. "I'll probably stick around for a bit tomorrow morning before I have to leave for Denver. Let's make sure we have food to take up with us." Jordan said. "Oh, Dr. Stein had another two boxes sent." Megan answered. "Alright, so first thing tomorrow morning, let's give Jason and Carol a call, and let them know we're coming to pick up the horses." Jordan said. "I still want to stop at the grocery store and buy some meat. I think the girls are getting hungry for something other than grains, fruit and vegetables." Jordan felt a shiver of excitement from Kaitlin. She loved horses, and she was getting a fine specimen in the morning. Her joy was infectious, and soon all three were feeling it. They went one more round that night before finally falling asleep in each other's arms. *** Kaitlin woke before the others the next morning, and Jordan was quickly unable to sleep through the sounds of her making breakfast. He rose to use the restroom. "Mm. Come back to bed." Megan pleaded in her sleepy state. Jordan relieved himself, and stood watching Megan struggling to stay awake. She was naked under the thin sheet, and utterly beautiful. "Stop staring and come join me." Megan mumbled. Jordan crossed the room to the bed and climbed in with her, helping her to lay her head on his uninjured shoulder. He lay thinking about the changes his life had taken in the last two months. He had gone from single engineer to alpha of a Bigfoot pack, landowner, future home owner, future student and boyfriend to 2 gorgeous and impressive human women. He had also discovered a fortune in gold on his great-great grandfathers' land, as well as a surprise ancestry. Jordan thought then of Jane. The youngest of the Bigfoot females in his pack. He loved all of the women in his life, but there was a special place for Jane. He worried for her. She had survived so much, and was so strong, but she had been kidnapped, beaten and raped by a male Bigfoot. He worried for their relationship; would she still feel the same for Jordan after she regained consciousness? The smell of coffee roused Jordan from his worries. He thought he could smell waffles cooking as well. He didn't even know he had a waffle maker. He eased the sleeping Megan off his shoulder, and slipped on a pair of boxers and shorts. He found Kaitlin in the kitchen, pouring batter on a griddle, and making pancakes. "Smells amazing..." Jordan started, and Kaitlin jumped squealing a little. "Jordan, you startled me!" Kaitlin scolded, but she couldn't hide the excitement and amusement in her eyes. "You're up early." Jordan said. "Pancakes for breakfast?" "Yeah, I couldn't sleep. I'm so excited about Dixie." Kaitlin admitted. "You really love horses, don't you?" He asked. "Of course. They're so much work, but like nothing else in the world. When I'm on a horse's back, with room to roam, it's just... better than sex. Better than chocolate, or anything else you can name." Megan said wistfully. "Better than sex with me?" Jordan faked hurt pride. "Can I tell you something I've never told another person before?" Megan turned a little red. "Of course." "My first orgasm was on a horse. I was riding hard, and had the horse in such a good rhythm, it just felt so damn good, putting just a little weight on my saddle. Before I knew what was happening, it felt like I was being electrocuted through my whole body, and I never wanted it to end. No one had ever explained sex or orgasms to me. On a ranch you learn about the birds and the bees from watching animals mate. I had no idea what was happening, or why it felt so good. "I rode that horse hard for days afterwards. I lost count of all the orgasms I was having. I started putting a little weight on the saddle horn, and on a big jump, it bounced up and hit me hard, that's how I lost my virginity. It broke my hymen, also left a bruise. I couldn't ride again for a few days. "So yeah, I'm sorry, but in its own weird way, riding a horse is better for me than sex... because it is sex, with a thousand pounds of sweating, muscled beast beneath me. Not just bouncing me along, but following my command, moving with me, and in a perfect, pounding rhythm." Jordan could see that Kaitlin was flushed just thinking about the sexual climax she could achieve on horseback. He crossed the kitchen to her, and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her neck right where he knew she liked it. Kaitlin gasped as his lips made her already-excited body tingle. Her hand dropped the spatula, and reached behind her, fumbling for the hard lump pushing against her ass cheek. She found what she was looking for, erect and warm. She pulled Jordan's waistband down, freeing his erection from his shorts. Kaitlin was wearing her thin robe from the night before, and Jordan raised the fabric over her hips, exposing her naked back and ass. With a firm hand, Kaitlin pulled Jordan forward, standing on her toes to guide him to her entrance. She exhaled with a soft moan as he gently slid inside her. Jordan bent his knees, lowering his tall frame to position himself to mold against Kaitlin's back. His arms snaked around her, right arm around her full breasts, and left arm across her hips, cupping her mound of Venus. He rocked his hips, back and forth, as Kaitlin rolled hers, working him deeper and deeper inside. Jordan kissed up her spine, sending shivers through her whole body. Jordan's thighs began to ache as the minutes wore on, but it felt way too good to stop. Kaitlin felt perfect in his arms, and perfect around his cock. Jordan felt another pair of arms wrap around him from behind, and saw Megan lean past him to turn off the stove where the pancakes were starting to burn. "You two are beautiful together." Megan whispered to both of them as she moved back behind Jordan. One of Megan's hands found Kaitlin's hip, and caressed up her side, scratching gently. Jordan could feel the effect that was having, as Kaitlin shook through her first orgasm. Megan's arms and hands moved smoothly from one lover to another, stimulating Jordan and Kaitlin at the same time. Instead of distracting from the act, she managed to heighten it, bringing both lovers off with a screaming climax within minutes of her arrival. Jordan and Kaitlin had to sit to rest after their exertions, and Megan took over making breakfast, throwing out the burned pancakes, and pouring on new batter. Kaitlin rose from her chair, and wrapped her arms around the shorter Megan, who was standing naked over the stove. "Thank you." Kaitlin whispered loud enough for Jordan to hear. "It's still weird for me, sharing Jordan, but he certainly has good tastes in women, and that actually makes me feel better about myself. There's no one else I'd rather share him with than you." "Well, me and half a dozen Bigfoot." Megan replied. "Somehow that doesn't bother me that much." Kaitlin admitted. "I don't feel jealous of them, or afraid that he's going to choose them over me." Megan dropped the spatula and turned around. "Sweetie, you really think someone's going to make him... us choose?" She wrapped her arms around the taller redhead. "I love Jordan. I love you. I love all the Bigfoot ladies. No one's going to make us choose, and no one's going anywhere." Kaitlin dissolved into the hug, forgetting for a moment that Megan was naked, and Kaitlin wore only a thin cotton robe. Jordan watched intently, and rose to join the women in a group hug. "I'm the luckiest man on earth." He told the women. "Thank you both for loving me and not making me choose." The two women accepted him into the hug. Megan was the first to break away. "Shit! Burning pancakes!" She said, picking up the spatula just in time to save them. The three ate in a comfortable silence, sharing smiles and touching feet under the table. "I need to call Dr. Stein." Jordan announced when he was full. "See if I can even get into the hospital to visit Jane." Megan stood and grabbed her phone from the bedroom and came running back to the breakfast table. She dialed the number and put the phone on speaker in the middle of the table. "Good morning!" Came Dr. Stein's cheerful voice. "How are you Megan?" "Great, Jim! I'm here with Kaitlin and Jordan. Jordan has a favor to ask you." Megan looked up at Jordan. "Hi Jim, I was hoping to get permission to visit Jane in the hospital. I was going to go down for a visit today, and hoped to stop by around three or four PM for a couple of hours. I'm sure there are no set visiting hours for a comatose Bigfoot, but can you arrange something?" Jordan asked. For once, Dr. Stein didn't jump at the opportunity to be of assistance. "Um... Jordan, she's not awake. There's not much to do for her except to let her rest." "I know." Jordan said. "The visit is for me, not for her. I keep having visions of her as I last saw her, bloody and broken. I just want to see her for myself, to see how she's recovering, and put my mind at ease." "Yeah, I'll see what I can do. Just to warn you, though, she's on a feeding tube, and an IV. The doctors had to shave an area on her head, and she has a massive mess of stitches. It won't be a pretty sight. When are you going to be leaving?" He asked uncertainly. Jordan was confused. Dr. Stein was the one paying for the medical treatment. He shouldn't have any trouble arranging a visitor, and it sounded like Jim was trying to talk him out of a visit. "Jim, is there something wrong in the hospital?" Jordan asked. "Um..." There was a pause, a bit too long for Jordan's comfort. "No, nothing is wrong, but please call me back once you get to the hospital. I'll text the address to your phone. There are certain... things... that should be discussed once you get there." "Thanks." Jordan said, worried. "I'll try to leave from the property around noon, and will probably get there by 4. I'll be riding on my motorcycle, so that may cut some time off the drive." "Alright, I'll make the arrangements." Dr. Stein said. "Oh, and while I have you, Megan, you are going to be taking some additional classes if you can handle it." "Sure?" Megan said warily. "Which classes will I be taking?" "Nursing. Midwifery specifically." Dr. Stein replied. "When Jill and Ginger deliver, we want you to be trained and on hand to ensure a safe delivery for mother and baby." "Oh!" Megan actually sounded excited. "Okay, but isn't that a multi-year course of study?" She asked. "Normally, yes." Dr. Stein responded. "But we are sending three instructors whose entire job will be to get you up to speed in the few months that we have. You will be learning on the job, observing the delivery of babies at the Gunnison Valley Health Hospital and you'll have some practical's at hospitals in Denver. "We want to make sure you know what to expect and what to do if something goes wrong." He said. "These Bigfoot females and their offspring are the most important we've ever studied, and we want to make sure that we give them any edge we can at survival." "Alright! When do I start?" Megan asked excitedly. "After the Fourth of July holiday." Dr. Stein answered. "The instructors all live in Gunnison already, but we had to give them a few weeks to clear their schedule. I assume you met Mr. King of the GVHH yesterday?" Monsters in the Mountains Ch. 03 "Yes, he was very helpful." Jordan answered for Megan. "I'm glad to hear it." Dr. Stein replied. "He has agreed to partner with us on our medical needs, including freeing up a nurse, an OB/GYN and a pediatric doctor to be your instructors three days a week." "Thank you. I'm actually looking forward to that!" Megan said enthusiastically. "I'm glad to hear that. Where do we stand on the horse situation?" Dr. Stein asked. "We bought three yesterday, and are going to pick them up after we finish breakfast." Jordan answered. "Glad to hear it." Dr. Stein said. "We'll make arrangements for boarding there in Gunnison." Jordan and the two women thanked Dr. Stein, and said their goodbyes. "Now that I've confirmed I'm driving to Denver, I want to call my parents." Jordan said. He went and found his phone in his bedroom, and dialed the number. "Hi, Jordan!" His mother answered congenially. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" "Good morning, mom. I'm coming down to Denver tonight, and thought I might take you and dad out to dinner." Jordan replied. "Nonsense. If you're driving all the way down here, I'll make you dinner. What time will you be coming, and how late are you staying?" She asked. "I'm visiting a friend at the hospital, and will probably be there around six tonight." Jordan said. "You're not driving back to Gunnison after dark, are you?" His mother asked. "No, I was hoping to crash at your place." Jordan said. "Of course, sweetie, you're always welcome here." She replied. "This friend in the hospital, guy or girl?" "She's a female friend, her name is Jane." Jordan attempted the truth. "Are you getting her flowers?" His mother asked. "No, mom. I'll be riding my motorcycle down, and she's in a coma." Jordan replied irritated. "Oh my! What happened to her?" She prodded for details. "She was grabbed by a pair of guys and kidnapped and beaten." Jordan stuck to the truth, as much as he could. "My god, what's this world coming to?" His mom wondered. "Seriously. I feel so bad for her." Jordan answered. "Which hospital will you be at?" His mother asked. "It's a private facility attached to the Rose Medical center campus." Jordan answered. "Alright, Jordan. We'll see you around 6." She said. They exchanged goodbyes and hung up. *** An hour later, Jordan pulled his pickup truck up to Jason Kabat's farm west of Gunnison. Carol Kabat came out of the main house as they pulled up. She was a beautiful older woman with long, jet black hair and deep lines in her dark skin. She looked to be at least part Hispanic or Native American. Jordan introduced himself, and explained that he was there to pick up the three horses. "So you're the one who finally broke Brutus, huh?" Carol asked. "Jason left early for an exposition down in Fort Collins. I can help you get loaded up. The trailer you bought is over here." She led them around the barn to a row of horse trailers along the outside wall. "Yours is this one." She said, pointing. "Jason loaded your tack and your hay bales last night, you just need to hook up your truck and go get your horses." Jordan pulled his truck around and backed up to the long white trailer, letting Carol guide him until the ball was in place. She showed him how to lower the tongue of the trailer onto the ball, and hook-up chains and electrical connections. The three women climbed into his truck and Jordan pulled away, driving towards the pasture where Brutus, Dixie and Rose were kept. "Can I ask how you managed to ride Brutus?" Carol asked Jordan in the front seat. "I just climbed up on his back." Jordan answered. "Yeah, that's what Jason told me. Still..." Carol seemed to contemplate something for a moment. "Jason thinks I'm crazy, but I believe that horses can read people. After all the riders I've seen that idiot buck off his back, I just thought Brutus was a stupid bastard. Maybe he was just waiting for the right person to ride him." "I normally don't believe in all that mumbo-jumbo either, but there is something about that horse." Jordan said. "I could just see trust... respect in his eyes the first time he came walking up to me." Carol smiled at him. "So what's y'all three's relationship to each other?" Megan sat forward, sticking her head between the seats. "We're both fucking him." She said matter-of-factly. Carol laughed. "We're selling our stallion to a stallion." She said. "And you're both okay with his relationship with the other?" "Definitely." Megan said happily. Jordan could see her put her hand on Kaitlin's in the rear-view mirror. "I was a little weird with it at first, but I don't think I could imagine being with Jordan without Megan at this point." Kaitlin admitted. "They were a package deal when I came along, and I find I like them better that way." "So you two are like..." Carol left the question hanging in the air, to be interpreted by the two women. "Nope." Megan said. "Not lesbians or bisexuals, just good friends who share a boyfriend." "Jason was wondering about that last night. He got the feeling you both were sleeping with him, but felt too awkward to ask any of you about it." Carol said. "It's unconventional, but it works." Kaitlin admitted. "You're awfully quiet about all of this." Carol prodded Jordan. "Not at all. I'm the luckiest man alive." Jordan said. "I think Jason would agree with you." Carol said. "Just pull up here." She pointed at a metal gate in a barbed-wire fence. "I'll open the gate for you." Carol hopped out of the truck, and swung open the black metal pipes that made up the gate. Jordan pulled through, and waited while Carol closed the gate behind the trailer, then climbed back in the truck. "There's no need to go chasing them, just get the trailer turned around, and I'll help you round the horses up. Dixie for sure will come when called." Carol said. Jordan drove in a big circle until the truck was once again pointed at the gate. Carol hopped out, and Jordan, Megan and Kaitlin followed. "DIXIE!" Carol called, and the chestnut mare came trotting over. "ROSE! BRUTUS!" Rose came slowly plodding, but Brutus only raised his head, watching Rose approach the humans. "Are you sure you want him?" Carol asked. "I'm not sure we've ever had a more stubborn horse. I asked Jason to castrate him just out of spite, but that man's a sucker for a pretty silver horse. He claims Brutus is just spirited." "BRUTUS!" Jordan called, and the large silver came running, passing Rose on his way to greet his new human rider. Carol jumped out of the way as Brutus barreled towards Jordan, nearly pushing Jordan out of the big horse's path. Jordan merely extended his hand, and Brutus skidded to a stop, leaping with joy at seeing Jordan again. "Oh, sure, now you're a playful foal!" Carol yelled at the big horse who was prancing around like a small dog whose owner just came home. Jordan reached a hand out and the big horse pressed the top of his head against Jordan's chest. Jordan put both hands on his head, and scratched behind his ears. "Well I'll be dammed. That horse really has taken a shine to you." Carol said. "I wasn't even sure he knew his name." The four humans worked to get the three horses loaded. Carol tried pulling Brutus into the trailer last, but he shook his head and fought her. Jordan came up on his other side and put one hand on his neck, talking calmly, and gently pushing the silver stallion into the trailer. Brutus took direction from Jordan, lowering his head and walking calmly into the trailer. cCarol closed the door. Carol walked up to Jordan and pulled him into a hug, whispering into his ear. "It's not mumbo-jumbo. Some people are old souls, they create and attract love in their lives. Brutus can see you for what you are. Those two women see it too. You're a good man." Carol kissed his cheek and then took a step back. She spoke louder then, "Alright, I think that's about it. I'll ride back to the house with you, and let you be on your way." They rode in silence to the house, where Carol got out and waved goodbye. "Enjoy those horses, and call me if there's any questions you have." Jordan waved back as Kaitlin climbed up to the front seat. "What did she whisper to you after we loaded the horses?" she asked Jordan. "I'm not sure." Jordan replied uncomfortably. *** An hour and a half later, Jordan was pulling through the gate that accessed his property. There was barely enough room between trees for Jordan to turn the trailer around before he parked. Megan helped Kaitlin saddle two horses, while Jordan disconnected the trailer and got the motorcycle out of the bed of his truck. He unloaded most of one of the boxes of food into his saddlebags, and strapped the other box to the rear seat of his motorcycle with bungee cords. "You really should take your truck to Denver." Megan offered. "Your shoulder isn't up for four hours each way of riding. "Just leave us the motorcycle, and we can ride it back to town if we need anything." "I'll be fine." Jordan protested. "I'll save gas, and the bike is fun to ride, plus it's faster." "You're a millionaire with a bum shoulder who's worried about gas money?" Megan scolded him. Jordan found it strange to waste money like that, but Megan made an excellent point. The thought of riding his motorcycle for hours today and tomorrow made his shoulder ache. "Alright. You win. I'll take the truck." Jordan relented. "You came all this way. At least tell me that you are going down the trail to see the girls." Megan pleaded while Kaitlin checked the saddle on Dixie. "Of course. I don't want to miss the Bigfoot's first encounter with horses." Jordan replied. "They'll love them." Kaitlin argued. "The Bigfoot on my parents' ranch are a lot calmer with horses around." "They also see horses regularly." Jordan replied. "To my knowledge there haven't been any horses up here since Enoch was killed. This will be something new that none of these girls has ever seen." Suddenly Jordan was worried that he was pushing too many changes too fast on his Bigfoot family. It was too late to go back on the horses though. He did wonder how they were doing with so much upheaval in the last month. A new, human Alpha, two new human females, a cabin being built, Jane's two near-fatal beatings, and now horses. Any normal group of Bigfoot would have fled for quieter territory by now. Jordan wondered again why the females stayed, even though they had to be under intense stress. Kaitlin finished saddling the two horses, putting only a bridle on Brutus, and they were off. Megan rode Rose, and Kaitlin rode Dixie, leading Brutus by a rope attached to his reins. Jordan rode the motorcycle, and it had the intended effect of rousing all of the Bigfoot out of the mine to greet them as they rode up. They stopped at the small cabin that his uncle Ira had built. Jordan saw them first, brown blurs moving among the trees. He climbed off his motorcycle and removed his helmet. Wilma was the first one to reach him. She greeted him like always, leaning down and burying her face in Jordan's neck. Little Pebbles was in her arms, and Jordan took the baby from her, embracing the fuzzy little girl, and stretching up to nuzzle Wilma back. Sarah came next, carrying Bam-Bam. Jordan took the second child, now holding a small Bigfoot in each arm. He was surprised when Wilma gave him up without a second thought. He turned and saw the two mothers carefully studying the three horses, and watching the two human women on their backs. There was no fear in their expressions, nor was there excitement or happiness, merely curiosity. The rest of the Bigfoot ladies gathered in a semi-circle around the horses. If the Bigfoot were nonplussed by the horses, the horses were made nervous by the presence of the furry giants. "Brutus!" Jordan called, and approached the big stallion. Brutus walked past Dixie and Kaitlin, and Kaitlin let out rope to allow Brutus to approach. Jordan reached the big horse and touched his forehead to Brutus's, since his arms were full of the toddlers. Bam-bam reached a hand out and touched Brutus's head, and Pebbles followed suit, pulling on his mane. The big horse tossed his head, but allowed the children to pet him. The rest of the adult Bigfoot came forward and each placed a giant hand on the horses. Brutus was calm, but Rose and Dixie required reassurance from their riders. Kaitlin tossed Brutus's rope to Megan, then called "Back!" and Dixie shuffled backwards a few steps. "Alright girl, let's show them what you can do." She said, turning the horse, and then she urged Dixie forwards. The Bigfoot hooted as Kaitlin tore off down a footpath through the high grass. Wilma took off after her, racing at first, but then running alongside Kaitlin and Dixie. Jordan watched them with a pang of jealousy, wishing that he was tearing across the valley on horseback running with the Bigfoot. Then he looked down at the toddlers in his arms. Bam-Bam lay a head on his shoulder, cuddling tight, and Pebbles clung on around his neck, watching her mother run in the daylight. Jordan felt suddenly very grown-up. He looked up at Megan who was watching him with a content grin on her face. He looked around at the Bigfoot, and saw Sarah and Ginger watching him with the same smiling eyes. Missy and Jill watched Kaitlin and Wilma running until they disappeared up the hill behind a copse of trees and over the ridge. Megan's smile was so beautiful that he had to preserve the moment. Jordan struggled with one hand to pull out his phone and snap a picture. Pebbles stirred uneasily, so Jordan returned his phone to his pocket and hugged the little girl. The four remaining Bigfoot turned and started heading back for the mine entrance. Jordan followed, still carrying the children. "It looks like you'd make a good father." Megan said with a smile. Jordan's first instinct was to argue, to make light of it. But he felt the little arms around him, and knew that was his responsibility as alpha: he was the provider, protector, husband, father, and friend. The duty settled on his shoulders, and he held the two closer in his arms. "I've always liked kids." Jordan said. "I just... can't teach them to grow up like a Bigfoot." "It's a good thing you aren't raising them alone, then." Megan said with a smile. "You let Sarah and Wilma worry about their Bigfoot education, and you worry about keeping them fed and alive." Jordan thought about that for a while. "Megan?" he wondered aloud. Megan was riding Rose still, and looked down at him. "I've estimated that Jane is about 19. Pebbles and Bam-Bam are toddlers. Why aren't there any Bigfoot children here between those ages? What happened over the last.. 15 years that no children survived?" Jordan looked up and saw Megan's face darken. "I have a theory, but it's not pretty." She said. Jordan walked in silence for another moment while they started climbing along the hill, up towards the tailings at the base of the mine. "There are quite a few analogies in other species that have a single male leading a group of females." Megan broke the silence. "Ungulates, such as deer and elk gather females during mating season, and fight each other for mates. Galliformes- the birds like chickens, turkeys, pheasants etc., some seals, bats, some fish, lions and baboons can live part or full time in social groups with a single male leader. Even gorillas usually are led by a silverback male. "In some of those groups, lions especially, when a new male alpha rises, he might practice infanticide. He would kill the babies that aren't related to him, so resources would be spent on his offspring. "Jordan, the pieces fit. Why do you think Sarah was so nervous around you for the first few weeks? She thought she had to protect her son from you." There were tears in Megan's eyes, and she choked on the last words. Jordan looked up at Megan, then kissed little Bam-Bam on the top of his head. He could never hurt the little guy, or allow anyone else to hurt him. "And the baby in the mausoleum, Missy's baby, he was crushed. It was a recent death, too, probably in the last three or four years. That means that the alpha who lived here, who you fought, was a baby-killer. Missy didn't fight him to save you... well, not that first time. "Missy hated her alpha, for killing her son, and beating her adolescent daughter nearly to death. When he hit Jane after Jane tried to protect you, Missy was fighting her son's murderer, protecting her daughter. "I think last weekend she trusted you enough to take your side over the males that took Jane, but the moment you won her over was when you honored her son with a stone. You proved that you respect life and her family, and are not a killer." Megan finished softly. "Are they all like that?" Jordan asked. "Are all the males of the species murdering, abusive psychopaths?" Megan was silent for a long moment as she rode and Jordan walked through the trees and up the hill. "I can't believe that they are." Megan finally answered. "The truth is that we just don't know. We haven't seen or witnessed enough to know for sure." She was silent for another minute before she spoke. "What do you think an alien species might think of us?" She asked rhetorically. "If you knew nothing of humans, but you discovered us living our little lives, what would you think of us? "We're terrified of spiders and snakes and bears and lions and sharks. We kill them by the hundreds or thousands, but do you know what species actually kills the most humans every year? It's us. Humans are the most dangerous animal to other humans. That's probably why fear of Bigfoot is so deeply ingrained in our psyche, their like bigger deadlier versions of our own worst enemy. "But knowing humans as you do, do you think we're all murdering, raping thugs? An irredeemable species?" Megan wondered. "Of course not." Jordan answered when Megan had been silent for a while. "Of course not." Megan repeated. "There are good men and bad men. Therefore I have to believe that there are good Bigfoot males and bad Bigfoot males. "It sucks that you've only had experience with the bad so far. It sounds like the male that Kaitlin grew up with might have been one of the good ones. He was gentle and curious, but he never tried threatening her. "My fear is that to save the species, we may have to change the species to our own acceptable version." Megan said. She was silent for a little longer before she continued. "Do you know where cats were first domesticated, like housecats?" "Middle east somewhere, wasn't it?" Jordan remembered. "Yeah. At some point thousands of years ago, a cat or group of cats moved into an early human farming settlement, and found lots of rats and mice that lived off of the farmers' grain. The farmers tolerated the cats, and the cats tolerated the farmers, eventually growing into the pet relationship that we have today. "Those few cats that first wandered into that settlement were the ancestors to all modern housecats. Their descendants number in the billions. They live everywhere in the world that humans live. "The population of wild cats that couldn't make that transition still exist. They're critically endangered, trying to survive in diminishing habitat and avoiding humans. "The same thing is true of wolves and dogs. A species can thrive in the good graces of humans, but will shrivel and wilt trying to avoid us. "One day the world will know that Bigfoot exist. You and I, alongside Dr. Stein and the BFRO are the front line standing between the terrified public with their torches and pitchforks. The kidnapping, raping, infanticide-committing males that you have seen so far would doom the species. They would be hunted to extinction within a decade: the monsters in the mountains that steal your women and children. Monsters in the Mountains Ch. 03 "We'd feel bad about it afterwards, but dead is still dead. You and I are here to save lives: a whole species. "Look at that little man on your shoulder." Megan told Jordan, who complied. Little Bam-Bam was still hugging Jordan, cuddling into his neck. "I meant it when I said that you would make a good father." Megan looked down and smiled at Jordan. "You would, because you're a good man. That little boy has seen his biological father beat and rape and fight. He's gone now, and it's up to you to teach him how to be a good man... good Bigfoot. You already model love and kindness for him, but he's going to need years of watching you to learn how to be the kind of Bigfoot male that the human public can accept, or even love. He's going to learn to be an alpha by watching you. "We can fight for the species in a thousand ways, but the only way that's going to truly matter is in your arms right now. We can't change who his biological father is, but Bam-Bam will probably be the public's first look at a male Bigfoot live and on camera, whether it's a year from now or a decade. If you can teach him to be the kind of male that they can love... If he can get them to put down their torches and pitchforks... metaphorically, and accept Bam-Bam, just like that first wolf or wild cat was accepted all those millennia ago, then we win. We will have saved the species." Jordan walked in silence for a minute alongside Megan's horse, with Brutus behind on a lead. He thought about that, the sudden weight of the species on his shoulders, specifically the one on which he carried little Bam-Bam. Like it or not, he was a father to the boy now, and more than one life hung in the balance. "I have mixed feelings about it, though." Megan broke the silence. "The first rule of anthropology field work is to observe and learn, but don't interfere and don't try to change your subjects. What I'm... we're asking you to do is to change the species. Domesticate them, starting with your step-son. "That flies in the face of everything we stand for, but as shitty as it is, I'm afraid it's our best option." She said sadly. "You're right." Jordan finally answered. "I have no idea how to be a father, but that's something I have to figure out." "It's not something you do, it's who you are. You love his mother. You provide for her, and protect her. You're gentle and respectful, not because she has six inches and fifty pounds on you, but because it's who you are. Keep being you, and Bam-Bam will grow up to be the same kind of man." Megan said kindly. Jordan smiled. That was the second time that day that he had been called a good man. He always tried to do the right thing, but he had never seen himself as especially good. *** Jordan looked ahead at Missy where she was leading the line of Bigfoot into the mine. She looked back before she disappeared through the rock. A few weeks ago, Jordan had received a portion of meat third in line, behind Missy and Ginger. Megan had guessed that meat was distributed in the general pecking order. He wondered if his position had risen since then. Missy had certainly saved his life against the big male that kidnapped Jane, and she was the group's leader whether or not Jordan was there. Jordan decided that it didn't matter. He couldn't ask her what she thought, and he would trust Missy to act in the best interest of the group. His role was as Megan had said: Provider, protector, husband father and friend. He didn't need to be leader of the group as long as they had Missy to lead them. Jordan would never challenge her place in the group. Jordan set the two children down at the entrance, and watched as they disappeared into the mine with the adults. Megan rode her horse on the dirt path above the mine tailings, and Rose and Brutus both eyed the steep hill and loose stones of the tailings below them nervously. "We can unpack the food from the saddlebags, then we should probably leave the horses down in the meadows." Jordan told Megan. "Unless you'd like to go try to chase down Kaitlin and Wilma?" "Nah, I'm not that skilled at riding horses, at least not yet." Megan answered, turning Rose around and pulling Brutus along behind her. Jordan accepted the food as it was unpacked, and then watched as Megan rode down, losing sight of her as she disappeared through the trees, and popped out in the meadow by the pond. Jordan caught a flash of movement, and saw Kaitlin descending the hillside, with Wilma falling behind. Kaitlin rode down to the meadow where Megan was dismounting Rose. He saw them have a conversation, then the two women worked together to remove the saddles and tack, and carry the equipment into the little cabin while Wilma went for a swim in the pond. The horses were allowed to run free in the meadow, and soon the two women and Wilma were walking together up the path to the mine. Jordan could see a flush on Kaitlin's face as she approached. He remembered their conversation from the morning. "How was she?" he asked Kaitlin with a knowing smile. Kaitlin blushed deeper. "You're going to make me regret telling you aren't you?" "Not at all. I just want to make sure we got our money's worth." Jordan said with a knowing smile. "The hill's a little too rocky to really get going, but yes, totally worth every penny. Dixie is amazing. Great instincts, very athletic, and great stamina." Kaitlin winked at Jordan. "I sense some awesome girl-talk coming up." Megan said with a smile, looking between the two. "I should get going." Jordan announced. "Are you two going to be alright up here over night?" Kaitlin nodded, and Megan spoke for both of them. "We're home with family. We couldn't be better." "Alright." Jordan said. "Can one of you give me a ride back to my truck?" Megan smiled and stepped forward, but Kaitlin stopped her. "Can I take him back?" Megan nodded, and Jordan and Kaitlin walked back to the old cabin where he had left the motorcycle. The horses were grazing nearby in the tall grass between the pond and the cabin. Kaitlin was still smiling, breathless from her ride. "I wanted to thank you again for buying me a horse." Kaitlin said as soon as they were away from Megan. "You're welcome." Jordan said. "Oh, wait. That wasn't me saying thank you. You'll get your thank you down at the cabin." Kaitlin said with a giggle, and she grabbed Jordan's cock through his shorts. "You two are trying to kill me, aren't you?" Jordan said with a laugh. "What? You're going to be alone tonight at your parents." Kaitlin explained. "That's going to be like... 24 hours with no sex. I have to send you off right." Kaitlin took Jordan's hand and pulled him into the cabin. The interior already smelled of horse sweat and leather from the saddles and tack stored inside. She wasted no time, unbuttoning her shirt, and exposing the black bra underneath. Jordan reached for the smooth skin of her stomach, feeling himself rising to the occasion. "Why don't you sit there." Kaitlin said, pushing Jordan over to the wood chair. She pulled on his shorts before he sat, exposing him completely. "Just relax, let me take care of you." She cooed as she gently took his manhood in her hands, cradling it and marveling at the soft skin covering the hard projection. She took it into her mouth slowly, licking and sucking the head and down the shaft. The cabin darkened, and Jordan looked up to see Ginger in the doorway. Her pregnancy was starting to show in the full morning light shining in through the cabin door. The red-furred Bigfoot had seemed to bond to Kaitlin from the start, which Jordan guessed was due to their shared fiery hair color, as well as a shared fiery personality. Ginger watched as Kaitlin took Jordan into her mouth again and again. Jordan's fingers once again threaded through Kaitlin's beautiful red hair, releasing the clean fragrance of her shampoo. He massaged her scalp as she steadily increased the pace, pumping away with her hands while only the head stayed in her mouth. Ginger approached slowly, lowering her massive frame down to watch Kaitlin's masterfully applied blowjob from just a few feet away. Intelligent eyes watched as Kaitlin lavished her attention on Jordan. Ginger watched, but did not interfere. Kaitlin sped up, putting on a little show for Jordan and Ginger. Jordan's fingers wandered through Kaitlin's scalp and down to her neck, rubbing little circles across her collarbones the way he knew she liked. Kaitlin gave a little moan in response to the attention. Jordan's climax built slowly, teased along by Kaitlin, who kept her mouth still over the head of his cock, and used both hands to stroke. Jordan gasped out a warning as he approached the point of no return, and Kaitlin moaned as he filled her mouth. She opened her mouth, showing the white fluid first to Jordan and then to Ginger before swallowing the offering. "Mm. That should keep us both happy at least until you return tomorrow." Kaitlin said as she stood and buttoned her shirt back up. Jordan dressed quickly and followed Kaitlin and Ginger outside. Kaitlin unstrapped the box of food off the back of the motorcycle and handed it to the red-furred Bigfoot. Ginger had seen the boxes of food the last time the humans had brought them, and gratefully took the cardboard box back towards the mine where the rest of her tribe hid from the daylight. Kaitlin started the motorcycle, and handed Jordan his helmet as she put her own on. She was sitting on the front seat, so Jordan climbed on behind her, grateful for the rest for his sore shoulder. He wrapped his arms around Kaitlin, and she let the clutch out, spinning the tires as she pulled away. Jordan looked over his shoulder as they approached the edge of the forest. The valley looked deserted and peaceful in the late summer morning. There was no movement except for a soft breeze which caused the long grass in the meadow to sway like waves on the ocean. He hadn't even left yet, but he already missed his home among the giants. Twenty minutes later they pulled up to Jordan's pickup truck. Kaitlin killed the engine and popped out the kickstand. She took off her helmet the same time Jordan removed his, and she shook out her long red hair, seeming to know the effect that it had on Jordan. He wrapped her up in his arms and hugged her tight. "Are you two going to be alright up here?" Jordan asked. "I know you're members of the group, but I'm still worried about you." "Don't. We'll be fine, it'll be like a girl's night, except instead of pillow fights and doing our nails, we'll be pulling mats out of each other's fur and hunting deer in the moonlight with our bare hands." Kaitlin smiled. "You just focus on Jane and hurrying back to us." Kaitlin said sadly and pulled him in for one last kiss before spanking his ass. "Go, before I change my mind and decide to keep you." With a heavy heart, Jordan climbed into his truck and started driving away. *** A little over four hours later, Jordan followed his phone's directions to the private medical center where Dr. Stein had sent him. The building was new, part of a massive medical complex surrounding the hospital. Inside the décor spoke of downplayed luxury. High ceilings and mahogany furniture and paneling surrounded a receptionist's desk. Jordan approached and spoke to the attractive woman behind the desk. "Hi, I'm here to visit Jane." He told her. The woman's expression went from bored to surprised then interested in the space of a second. "Of course, your name?" She asked with a nervous shake in her voice. "I'm Jordan White." He told her. The woman took off her headset and stood from her chair, walking around the desk to the door. "Of course, Mr. White. We've been expecting you. Please follow me and I'll have a doctor explain Jane's condition to you." The receptionist led Jordan down a hallway to an elevator, where she slid a key card from her pocket and brushed it across a panel on the elevator. The doors opened quickly, and the two stepped on. "Shouldn't someone stay at the reception desk?" Jordan asked. "My orders were to wait for you and show you immediately to the chief of surgery's office." The nurse said. The elevator quickly opened onto a well-lit hallway. Jordan knew this was a hospital, but it felt more like the inside of a European villa. Art adorned the walls and antique-looking furniture was tastefully placed around the halls. Jordan was led to a room with a heavy wooden door, carved with the name Doctor Raymond Bond. And underneath was the title Chief of surgery. The receptionist knocked, and pushed the door open Jordan looked inside to see a refined-looking older man on his phone. He looked up from the computer screen in front of him, and looked over Jordan's shoulder. "I'm going to have to call you back." Dr. Bond said into the phone, and hung up. "Mr. White." The chief of surgery said rising from his chair, and offering his hand to shake. "It's an honor to meet you." "Thank you. The honor is all mine." Jordan said. "I really appreciate you taking such good care of Jane." Jordan was still not used to the 5-star treatment, but he all appreciated Dr. Stein's efforts at making sure Jordan was always well-taken care of. "Jim Stein has asked that we call him before we explain Jane's condition." Dr. Bond told Jordan. "He has some things to discuss with you first. We can make the call from Jane's room if that is acceptable." Jordan nodded, and the chief of surgery led him back to the elevator. The penthouse suites required a card to access, and an armed security guard stood outside the elevator door. "The security is pretty standard for most hospitals, but we have a few invisible extra layers." The doctor told Jordan. "Our usual clientele appreciate privacy and discretion, which is why the BFRO chose us to guard your secret." Jordan was shown to a room where the massive Jane was stretched out on a California king sized hospital bed. The room was comfortable and felt like a home. Except for the wall of tubes and machines, it could have been the inside of a European Bed and breakfast. He had expected Jane to be in worse shape based on Dr. Stein's warnings, but apart from the IV and feeding tube, Jordan could believe that she was sleeping. Her head was wrapped in a white bandage, and she wore a diaper. Jordan hurried to her side, crawling across the bed to reach her. She felt warm and soft in his hands. There was a peaceful expression on her face, and she did not appear to be in any pain. Jordan heard the doctor dialing and recognized the video connect tone on Skype. He crawled off the bed to stand by Dr. Bond, but the doctor transferred the video call to a large television on the wall. Dr. Stein's face filled the screen, but Jordan could see himself standing at the foot of Jane's bed, and Dr. Bond standing nearby in the corner of the TV. He looked to find the webcam picking up the video call. "Good afternoon Jordan, I'm glad to see you found the place." Dr. Stein said in a friendly tone. Jordan could tell that he looked tired and overworked, but happy to see him. "Hi Jim. This place is incredible." Jordan admitted. "Thank you for making sure Jane gets the best care." "Their reputation for quality, security and discretion made them the obvious choice for our medical needs, but I'm glad to hear that the facility is impressive as well." Dr. Stein said. "How does Jane look?" "Really well. Better than I was expecting. How soon do you think she will be ready to return home?" Jordan asked. Dr. Stein sighed, and his eyes shifted a little. "Medically, she's stable enough for transport any time. If she were human we would have woken her already. She will need to take it easy for a few months still, just like you, but..." "So what are you waiting for? " Jordan interrupted. "Let's fly her home." "We're waiting to perform an amniocentesis." Dr. Stein said in a patient tone. Jordan racked his brain for just a moment, trying to remember what that was. Then it hit him. "Jane's pregnant?" Jordan asked, his mind spinning. "Yes." Jim confirmed. "How...how far along? Who is..." Jordan paused, horrified at a sudden realization, he turned, looking at the peaceful body of the large female. "The males that kidnapped her?" He guessed, spinning back to look at Dr. Stein on the screen. "No." Jim said confidently. "She was already six weeks along when she arrived at the hospital. We estimate that she's now 7 weeks." "Then the alpha is the father?" Jordan concluded. "Maybe." Dr. Stein's tone lost some of its calm. "That's why we want the amniocentesis." "But I hadn't even met her until 5 weeks ago. If she's seven weeks along then..." "Week one is counted as the first after menses." Dr. Bond interrupted. "Correct." Dr. Stein confirmed. "And Jane would have been fertile around the time the alpha beat her and you nursed her back to health. She would have gotten pregnant on one of your first times together." Jordan thought back to the bloody injured wretch he had found near the stream all those weeks ago. Poor Jane had been beaten, and he had wondered what led the alpha to attack her. If she had been fertile and rejected him... maybe he had forced himself on her before or during the beating. He was suddenly happy that the old alpha had been killed, and relished his role in bringing the bastard down. "So either of us could have gotten Jane pregnant? I thought you told Megan that there was only a one in four chance of me and her having a viable pregnancy." Jordan challenged Dr. Stein. "It was an educated guess. Related species can produce hybrids. Donkeys and horses can produce mules, lions and tigers can produce a tigon. Usually the hybrid is sterile and comes with a host of health problems." Dr. Stein explained. "So our child will be sterile?" Jordan asked. "We're not sure if it's your child, and if it is, the truth is that we have no idea what to expect. You're asking questions that I don't have the answers to, and you're not the only one asking." Dr. Stein struggled to maintain his cool demeanor. "We'll know more after the amniocentesis. The earliest it's usually safe to perform one is at 11 weeks, but we have some of the best obstetricians willing to do it around 9 weeks. That means that we will all be sitting on questions with no answers for the next two weeks. "I'm sorry if I was short with you this morning, but we were hoping to limit the number of people who were asking questions that I don't have the answers to." Dr. Stein apologized. "I'm sorry I pushed." Jordan apologized. "Thank you for telling me." "You thank me now, but you'll be cursing me at 3 in the morning when you can't sleep with a dozen life altering questions running through your head, starting with whether or not you're about to be a father." Dr. Stein laughed. "Biological father or not, I'm going to be the dad to Jane's baby, along with Missy and Jill's babies." Jordan said confidently. "I'm glad you feel that way." Dr. Stein's smile reached his eyes. "...because it brings me nicely to a second announcement and a life altering favor I have to ask of you, but this one at least comes with a choice. "Two weeks ago an adolescent male Bigfoot was found barely alive in the mountains of upstate New York. I don't know if you've read that far in the background information, but the east coast population of Bigfoot are seriously threatened. "It appears that his whole family was wiped out in a territorial dispute. If it were a female, or a younger male, we would probably have some luck placing them with another tribe, but he's the perfectly wrong age for most groups. An alpha would probably kill him, even though he hadn't yet entered musk. Monsters in the Mountains Ch. 03 "I can think of only one tribe where I can count on the alpha not to harm him. We'd like for you and your girls to take him in." Dr. Stein paused, waiting for that to sink in. "Um... How... when would we need to decide?" Jordan asked. "Not for another 2 weeks." Dr. Stein said with a confident smile. "Like I said, he was at death's door when we got to him. Malnourished, injured and dehydrated. He's not healing as fast as Jane, so he's going to need a little more time before he's ready to be placed with a new family." "What's your long-term plan for him?" Jordan asked. Dr. Stein smiled again. "I find you can't keep most long term plans where Bigfoot are concerned. Protecting the species is our mission, and that means saving every individual we can. "In a perfect world, we could re-introduce him back into the wild when he enters musk, and hope that he finds a tribe of his own, somewhere out east. Unfortunately the habitat they occupy is shrinking, and the remaining land, with food resources and isolation that the species requires is being fought over, often to the death. "All we are asking of you is to help keep him alive and healthy. He's going to need to finish his Bigfoot upbringing before we can start looking for a territory that's a good fit for him." "I'd like to talk to Megan and Kaitlin about it before I make a decision." Jordan said. "I understand. He's there in the hospital with you and Jane if you'd like to meet him." Dr. Stein offered. "Why here?" Jordan asked. "We secured the services of Dr. Bond and his hospital when we first found out that Jill and Ginger were pregnant. It was deemed better to limit the contracted medical services we employ for Bigfoot emergencies, and so it was our go-to hospital when we accepted the adolescent male." Jim said. "Does this happen often? Recovering wounded Bigfoot and nursing them back to health?" Jordan asked. "We've attempted it in the past, but the stress of captivity plus lack of rehabilitation opportunities has always led to poor outcomes for the subjects." Dr. Stein said sadly. "You can't keep them and can't let them go?" Jordan summarized. "Pretty much. We're happy with our protocols in place with the hospital you're in, keeping them in a medically induced coma until they're healed. We hope you'll agree to take in the first rehabilitated subject and complete the formula." Dr. Stein continued the pressure. "Alright, I'll meet him. But I'm worried about too many changes too fast for my girls." Jordan admitted. "Between the loss of an alpha, three new humans added do their family, horses, and Jane's traumas, I'm just afraid that it's going to be too much for them to add a new male to the group." "They're a resilient species. It doesn't always seem that way when they're hiding from humans in remote and seemingly inhospitable places, but change isn't all bad, and some change is needed for their survival." Dr. Stein argued. "How do you think the females in my group will respond to a new adolescent male?" Jordan asked. "I think you know the answer to that better than I do." Dr. Stein responded. "Their acceptance of him is going to be based on your acceptance of him, as well as his attitude towards the group. I'm not asking you to save him at all costs, simply give the kid a chance." Jordan had to fight several times against the urge to agree. He knew that Dr. Stein would eventually win, but Jordan would try to hold out for as long as he could. He was afraid of becoming a lackey or a 'yes' man. "I said I'll meet him and consider it." Jordan said calmly. "Is there anything else we need to discuss?" "Actually, yes. One more thing." Dr. Stein said. "We've asked several experts on self-defense to review the fight footage of you and the males who had kidnapped Jane. "The consensus is that in an honest fight there's no way you could have defeated the male without Missy's intervention. "That said, there are a lot of things that they would recommend that you learn in preparation for another fight, which we hope never happens. Fighting dirty and that sort of thing. "We would like for you to train with an instructor once your shoulder has healed enough. Would you be willing to learn?" Dr. Stein asked. Jordan had always wanted to learn a martial art, but had never had the opportunity. He was as excited to learn to fight as Megan had been to learn how to deliver a baby. "Yeah, I'm willing to learn what you're willing to teach me." Jordan admitted enthusiastically. Dr. Stein's expression grew slightly amused, but also concerned. "This could save your life in an emergency, but it's not an invitation to go picking fights. You've survived two fights to the death. We trust your judgement and value your life. That's why we're offering this to you." "I'm honored and grateful." Jordan said earnestly. "Alright, I think that's everything for now. I'm sure we'll be talking again soon." Dr. Stein said. "How much of this am I allowed to share with Megan and Kaitlin?" Jordan asked. "I assumed that by telling you, I was telling them." Dr. Stein replied. "Megan hasn't been forthcoming about details of your relationships in her reports, but it sounds as though Kaitlin might be a romantic interest of yours as well?" Dr. Stein asked. Jordan nodded, looking at the television screen to confirm that Dr. Stein could see him. "I'm not one to gossip or judge, but I do ask that you exercise caution. We worked hard to find two candidates for the mine inspector positions, and would hate to lose one or both because they can't work together due to a bad breakup." Dr. Stein cautioned. "I understand your concern." Jordan said. "Believe it or not, Kaitlin and I have had the same conversation. I guess we could always have issues in the future, but we've agreed to remain professional where it's required, regardless of the status of our relationship." "I'm glad to hear it." Dr. Stein said. "Out of curiosity does Megan know about your relationship with Kaitlin?" Jordan had to chuckle. "Yes, believe it or not, when I first met Kaitlin, I was going to let the awkward sexual tension lie between us. It was Megan who decided to push the three of us together." Dr. Stein laughed at that. "I don't know how many anthropologists you've known, but that sounds exactly like something that she would do. I think they spend the so much time thinking about taboos and the unwritten rules of other societies that they start to forget the rules of our own civilization. "At any rate, I'm happy for you as long as you can keep in mind the goals we have set. I know I tell you this a lot, but the Bigfoot on your land, and our project to study them is easily the greatest opportunity our organization has ever had to reach its goals of saving the species and offering good PR to the general public. "I'm not worried about Megan. She likes to have fun, but when it counts she is the consummate professional. I just wanted to make sure that your relationship with Kaitlin won't jeopardize our research and preparations for the future." Dr. Stein seemed to be asking for reassurance as much as he was stating his concern. "I'll have another conversation with Kaitlin and Megan, but I don't think you have anything to worry about. Even if our relationships don't have a long term future, we have all agreed to remain professional in our work together." Jordan offered. "Thank you." Dr. Stein said. "Enjoy your visit with Jane. I promise to keep you updated as soon as we have any information about the paternity of Jane's baby, and whatever repercussions that may bring." Jordan and Dr. Stein said their goodbyes, and Dr. Bond ended the call. When the television screen went blank, Jordan turned to the chief of surgery. There was a look of slight disapproval on the doctor's face. "I'm sorry you had to hear all of that." Jordan told him. The doctor's look of disapproval was replaced by a practiced smile. "Not at all. I assure you that discretion is in my job description. Your secrets do not leave this room." He said paternally. "But you still don't approve." Jordan said. "Your love life is none of my business. Would you like me to take you to the other patient?" The doctor responded in a level tone, neither friendly not challenging. Jordan followed him out into the hall and across to the room directly across the hall. The room was similarly decorated, though the bed was much smaller. Lying on the bed with all of the same medical tubes that Jane had was a man-sized figure covered in black fur. Jordan estimated his height to be about five and a half feet. He was stocky, though, like a gorilla. "Do we know how old he is?" Jordan asked, crossing the room to sit by the little male on the bed. "Jim Stein put his age between 12 and 14." Dr. Bond answered. Up close, the little male had a distinctive odor, similar to the big males, but far less strong. Jordan remembered what Dr. Stein had said about him not yet entering musk, which must be like puberty for male Bigfoot. Jordan could see several cuts in the black skin on the male's face. His thick arms were bandaged in places, and Jordan saw that the fur had been shaved in places to help with stitches and bandages. There didn't appear to be any broken bones, judging by the lack of casts. "Can you tell me the extent of his injuries?" Jordan asked Dr. Bond. "Severe dehydration when we received him. Lacerations on the face and arms. Concussion, and apparent malnourishment that has lasted most of his adolescent life." The doctor said clinically. "He's responding well to treatment, having put on 27 pounds since he arrived here." There was silence in the room for several minutes while Jordan studied the creature. "Are... Are you going to accept him? Take him when he's well enough for treatment?" Dr. Bond asked Jordan. "Of course." Jordan said. The doctor was once again silent, and Jordan looked over his shoulder to see the expression on his face. "What's the matter?" Jordan asked. "No, nothing." Dr. Bond said. "I know you must have questions, go ahead. Ask them." Jordan said. The chief of surgery straightened up. "Like I said, discretion is in my job description. That's the nature of concierge medicine. If a celebrity overdoses, or a CEO needs us to treat his VD without his wife finding out, we treat them with no questions asked and a guarantee of silence." "I understand and appreciate that." Jordan said. "But I can see on your face that the curiosity is killing you. Spit it out." "It's just that... are you really the alpha of a Bigfoot group?" He asked. "Yes." "But... I read the reports. How did they accept you? You're human, and as a species they survive by running and hiding from humans. That's like... accepting your greatest phobia as your leader and mate. Snakes, spiders, bats: We are scared of them because we have ancient instincts knowing that they can kill us. It would be like accepting an African lion as the patriarch of your family." The doctor was searching for the words to explain his question. "You're wondering how they got over their fears?" Jordan asked. Dr. Bond nodded. "First of all, Jane and the others aren't like normal Bigfoot. We don't yet know why, but there is something about them that gives them a little more courage where humans are concerned. "Second, they were scared of me when they first met me, but I saved Jane and she saved me. She accepted me as her alpha, and with a little food for bribery, I'm part of the family. I'm not the leader, like an alpha traditionally would be, but I'm accepted, and as long as I keep providing for them, I'm their alpha male." "And the other humans? Your... girlfriends?" Dr. Bond asked. "Megan is the one who wrote the report you read." Jordan said. "She's an expert on Bigfoot, and she's there to do research. Kaitlin is going to school to become a mine inspector, like me, in areas where Bigfoot are known to make their homes in the abandoned mines." "And you sleep with both of them? And the Bigfoot? I'm sorry... that really is none of my business." Dr. Bond said. "It's okay. I'm not ashamed." Jordan told him. "I'm lucky enough to have a relationship with both of them, as well as all of the Bigfoot adults." "But how did the Bigfoot go from accepting one human to accepting three?" "When I became alpha, I earned the right to take additional 'mates'." Jordan made air quotes with his fingers. "As long as I vouch for them, the human women can become part of the Bigfoot family." "So what happens when you want to invite a male into the family?" The doctor asked. Jordan looked down at the black-furred male lying on the bed. He gently stroked his arm fur. "I don't know. I just hoped that if I accept him and don't fight or run him off that the rest of the group will let him stick around until he's one of us." "I need to get back to some phone calls." Dr. Bond told Jordan. "A nurse will come by to check on Jane within the next hour, but feel free to visit for as long as you like." Both men stood and Jordan crossed the hall back to Jane's room. He crawled up next to her on the bed, and lay his head on her shoulder, taking in her scent and her steady breathing. *** He was awoken a short time later by his phone alerting him that he had a text. 'How is she? Can you send us a selfie of the two of you?" Megan wrote. Jordan turned on the camera and held it out, snapping a picture of himself laying on Jane's shoulder. He sent Megan the picture followed by a text of his own: 'Lots to tell you about. Do you have time to talk?' 'Busy now. Call later? Look forward to hearing about it.' Megan responded. Jordan put his phone away. He looked across the room and saw that a bouquet of flowers he had thought were fake were actually real, and came with a card. He rose and walked around the bed to open the card. 'Jane, Wishing you a speedy recovery and swift justice. -The White Family' Jordan realized that his mother must have been responsible for sending the flowers. He pulled out his phone and called her. "Good afternoon Jordan!" His mother answered. "I'm going to fry some chicken, that's still your favorite home-cooked meal, right? You're not done at the hospital already, are you?" She asked without waiting for a response to the first question. "Chicken sounds great, and no, I'll be here a little while longer. I just wanted to call and ask you about the flowers." Jordan said. "Oh, I'm glad they arrived. I wanted to make sure that she had some." "Mom, you didn't have a last name or hospital name. How did you manage to find her?" Jordan asked. "Actually, I found her on the first call. I just asked for a woman named Jane that was the victim of a kidnapping and beating, and they told me that she was staying there and they could accept flowers for her. They said that she wasn't able to accept visitors, though, so you must be someone special to her if they're letting you visit her in the hospital." Jordan could smell Dr. Stein's handiwork at pacifying his mother. He was annoyed that she was being such a busybody. "Yeah, she's a close friend." Jordan admitted. "If she's such a close friend, how come we haven't met her yet?" Jordan's mom asked. "Mom! If she was a serious girlfriend, I would have brought her over. I know you're looking out for me, but I would appreciate some privacy in my social life." Jordan snapped. "Jordan!" She scolded. "You're twenty-six years old. When I was your age, I was married and pregnant with you. Is it too much to ask that I want grandchildren before I'm too old to enjoy them? I know people these days wait until they're in their thirties, and men sometimes even wait until their forties. "I know that little tart that you were seeing hurt you, but you need to get back out there. There are other fish in the sea." Jordan's mind was scrambling for something to tell his mother. He was standing next to a Bigfoot that may be pregnant with his child, one of eight women he was seeing, and one of three pregnant Bigfoot whose child he would help raise as their father, regardless of paternity. He had to give her something just to get her to back off. "I know, mom." Jordan said. "I am kind of seeing someone in Gunnison, but it's early. Like I said, if it gets serious, I'll make sure you and dad get to meet her." There was a gasp followed by silence on the other end of the phone. "Mom?" "I'm so glad honey. I can't wait to hear all about her." His mother said. "Mom, what happened to privacy?" Jordan asked. "I know, can I at least know her name?" She asked. Jordan was silent for a moment, trying to think. She would never approve of two girlfriends at the same time, and Jordan couldn't tell her about the Bigfoot. "Megan." Slipped out before Jordan could really think about it. "Was that so hard?" His mother asked. "Take your time, but we can't wait to meet this Megan." "Thanks mom, I'll call when I leave." Jordan said. They said their goodbyes and hung up. Several minutes later, Jordan had settled back into Jane's side when the door opened. A beautiful brunette nurse came in the door. "Oh, you must be the visitor. Hi, I'm Nicole, Jane's nurse." She said, extending her hand for Jordan to shake. "Jordan." He introduced himself. Jordan was suddenly conscious of the scent of Jane's musk on his clothing. He mentality brushed aside what the nurse must think, but remembered that he was going to his parents' house after this visit. He remembered his change of clothing in his backpack in the car. "I need to run out to my car to get something, how do I get back in when I'm finished?" Jordan asked Nicole. "Oh, we can have someone retrieve whatever you need." She said sweetly. She pressed a call button. "Can we get a concierge in here to retrieve an item from a client's car?" She asked into a hidden speaker. In seconds, a man walked through the door in a suit, wearing a name tag that identified him as Francisco. Jordan handed him the key to his truck and explained where he had parked it and what he needed. The man rushed out of the room. "So, you're the only human visitor she's had all week." Nicole told him while changing out Jane's diaper and checking the IV and food bags. "You don't look like you're here for professional reasons, is she a friend of yours?" "Yes." Jordan replied, sitting on Jane's bed opposite Nicole. "She's our easiest patient." Nicole said. "Doesn't wake up, doesn't need anything." She was quiet for a moment while she changed out one of the bags. "Do you live here in town?" She asked. "I just moved away a week ago." Jordan told her. "I moved to Gunnison. I'll be going to Mesa State this fall for my master's degree." "Cool! I was going to go back for my Bachelor's in Nursing before I got offered the job here. They pay well enough that it made better financial sense to keep working." She said. Jordan figured that the private concierge hospital worked to maintain a certain aesthetic. Attractive nurses would probably be important to most conscious patients with money. He wondered why they had Nicole working on two comatose Bigfoot. "What would a BN have done for you?" Jordan asked her. "More money. I could have done some more certifications for certain procedures. It was just about money for me, though, so when Dr. Bond offered me a raise, I decided to stay." Nicole said. Jordan watched her work, admiring her beauty. Her scrubs were just a little more form-fitting than any he had ever seen before, and she had meticulously applied her make-up and curled her hair. "Do you have a girlfriend?" Nicole asked out of the blue, and Jordan realized he had been caught checking her out. She dropped the tube she had just connected, and turned to face Jordan. Monsters in the Mountains Ch. 03 "Yes." Jordan said, placing a hand on Jane. "I mean a human girlfriend." Nicole asked. "I have two." Jordan said. He could see Nicole's face drop for just a moment, then she resumed her pretty smile. "Do they know about each other?" Nicole asked. "Yes, they're together right now with the rest of Jane's family." Jordan said. "So you have an open relationship?" Nicole asked. "No, not really." He said. "Alright, well I'm all done here. Francisco should be back in a moment with your bag." Nicole said, and walked out the door. Sure enough, in a few minutes, Francisco returned with Jordan's backpack. Jordan offered him a tip, but he refused, adamant that he was not allowed to receive tips. Jordan pulled out the change of clothes and set them out in the bathroom. He could change and leave for his parent's house now, but he wanted more time with Jane. He found his work tablet computer, and the BFRO secure tablet in his bag, pulling both out. He started up the work computer first. He had an email from his old boss. His replacement, Mike had completed his first job proposal, and Jordan was asked to look it over for mistakes. To Jordan's surprise, it was textbook perfect. Every pylon was correctly placed and up to code. The building project was located on a low spot next to a lake. The flood risk was extremely low, as the land sloped down away from the site on the other side of the reservoir, but the bedrock was deep under sand. The pylons to reach bedrock would be almost a quarter of the cost of the eventual building project. To make matters worse, the soil was wet due to the lake. Jordan remembered a book he had read about Chicago architecture, where most buildings are constructed on wet, swampy soil much like this location. In the 1880s, architects began using a floating 'raft' foundation where a concrete and steel 'raft' buoyed the building, allowing the construction to be done without pylons, and without resting on bedrock. Jordan ran the numbers and found that this foundation would cut the soil stabilization costs by over half, and would also provide better seismic stability for the finished building. He drew up some plans, spending close to an hour designing a series of concrete rafts that could hold the building. He found himself enjoying the challenge, and was satisfied with the finished product. He replied to the email with his designs and some supporting documentation showing where the technique had been in use for over a century with great success. Next, Jordan pulled out the BFRO tablet. He had been surprised by the size and color of the little male across the hall, so he decided to read up on the Eastern population. He also took the time to review Megan's reports, and watch the videos they had posted. To Jordan's relief, the latest reports seemed to downplay Jordan's sexual relationship with the Bigfoot, and were very short on personal details. He watched the ultrasound videos that Megan had taken, and some new ones that had just been posted. There were several pictures of Jordan sleeping or eating with the Bigfoot. He had realized that Megan was playing with her phone in the cave, but he hadn't known that she was taking pictures. Megan was a good photographer, capturing candid moments of interactions that Jordan had to admit were flattering. He particularly liked one of him and Jane. He was shirtless, and her face was buried in his neck, and his eyes were closed. Another picture showed Jordan sitting with little Pebbles on his lap, playing a game. Jordan was startled out of the moment by his phone ringing. It was his mother. "Hi Jordan, it's after six. I was just calling to see if you're leaving soon?" She asked. "Yeah, um... I'm almost finished up here. I just need to take care of one more thing." He said. They hung up, and Jordan shut down his electronics, stacking them back in his bag. He stripped naked in the bathroom, but he could still smell Jane's musk on his skin. His mother was out for blood with regards to Jordan's personal life, and Jordan didn't want to give her so much as a strange scent to trouble her, so he decided to take a shower in Jane's hospital room. Five minutes later, as Jordan was turning off the water, Nicole came walking in, pretending not to notice that Jordan was stepping out of the shower naked. He grabbed a towel to cover himself up. "Relax, big guy, I just need to change your girlfriend's sheets." She said, pulling linens out of a closet. She was pretending not to watch, but Jordan could see Nicole's eyes watching him out of their corners, so he kept himself covered. "I'm a nurse, it's nothing I haven't seen before." She said, unconvincingly, lingering with the pretense of trying to pick out a pillow. Finally she left the room, and Jordan finished drying himself off. He couldn't find his underwear, which should have been on the bench in the bathroom, so he dressed himself commando. He nuzzled Jane goodbye, and gave her a kiss just below her navel for the baby, even though it was probably microscopic in size still. *** Jordan's parents' house smelled like fried food when he arrived. His father was home from work, and was sitting on the couch, drinking a beer and watching TV. He offered Jordan a beer from the six-pack, which he accepted. "So, your mom tells me you've been seeing someone up in Gunnison?" He asked. "Yeah. I think mom's trying to plan the wedding already." Jordan joked. "She means well. Ever since you moved out, she's struggled to find something meaningful to fill her time. It's gotten harder as all of her friends start becoming grandmothers and sharing cute grand-baby stories. I just want you to know that we support you no matter what. Just make sure it's the right girl before you go settling down with someone." He said. "Thanks dad, I will." Jordan replied. There was a baseball game on TV, and the two men sat watching in silence. "Steven!" Jordan heard his mother's voice from the kitchen. "Jordan should be here soon. Turn the TV off and help me set the table!" "I've got this." Jordan told his father. He stood and walked into the kitchen where his mother was busily tending the last of the chicken frying in a pan over the stove. "Which plates do you want me to use?" Jordan asked. "Jordan! You scared me." She gave him a big hug. "Use the nice ones. It's not every day we get a visit from our only son." Jordan's mother took a step back and brushed the growing beard on his face. "You look all scruffy. I hope living in the mountains isn't turning you into a mountain man. " Jordan set the table, and mentally girded himself for the questions, which he knew were coming. His mother seemed to be taking a different approach, not asking questions, not even talking, which was unlike her. "Everything alright mom?" Jordan asked. "Of course." She said, plating up cornbread from a skillet. "You're just being unusually quiet." "This is me respecting your privacy." She said. "Mom, what do you need to know to act normal?" Jordan asked. "How do you and Megan know each other?" "She's a neighbor in my new apartment building." Jordan said, thinking that was a safe answer, then suddenly fearing that his mother might show up unannounced in hopes of meeting his new girlfriend. His mother was already moving on. "What does she do for a living?" "She's an anthropologist." Jordan answered. His father came walking into the room at that moment. "What's an anthropologist do? Don't they dig up pottery and bones?" His mother asked. "Sometimes. That's usually archaeologists. She studies living people, though." Jordan explained. "So where does she work?" His mother asked. "Beverly!" Jordan's father chastised his wife. Just then Jordan's phone rang. It was Megan. "Go ahead, answer it." His mother said. "Hello?" Jordan said as the call connected. "Hey stud! Sorry about earlier." Megan said. Jordan realized that the sound was loud enough that his parents could probably hear her voice. "Just a minute." Jordan said, and went out on the back porch. "Is something wrong?" Megan asked. "Yeah, my mom is pushing me for grandkids, regardless of who the mother is." Jordan said once he was out of earshot of his parents. "Aww. I'm sorry." Megan was laughing, which offset the sincerity of her words. "She pushed me too hard and I told her I was seeing someone in Gunnison." Jordan said. "Oh? Who's the lucky lady?" Megan asked. "I told my parents I'm dating a neighbor of mine named Megan." Jordan told her. "I'm flattered, but where does Kaitlin fit in all of this?" Megan asked. "I'm not about to tell my parents that I'm seeing two women." Jordan said. "Why not? Are you ashamed of us? Of our relationship?" "Of course not. They just wouldn't understand." Jordan said. "So you'd never tell your parents that you're in love with two women? You'll just keep lying to them and hiding one of us until... what? Until you choose one of us to keep and one of us to dump?" Megan asked in an accusing tone. "No Megan, of course not. I'm not ashamed of either of you. I'm not waiting to choose one of you. I love you both, my parents are just super judgmental and nosy, especially my mom. My relationship with the two of you is so new. I'll tell them eventually." Jordan was struggling to justify his aversion to telling his parents about both girlfriends. "So it is because our relationship is new?" Megan snapped back. "I'm sure of us. I love you asshole, and I love Kaitlin. If you are going to lie to your parents and pretend that there's only one important woman in your life..." Megan made a growling yell, and was silent for a moment. "Call me back when you figure out what you want." Megan finally said, and she hung up. Jordan was at a loss for words. He had never expected to be in a position like this. He tried to imagine his parents reactions to finding out that he was seeing two women. His dad would be quiet, probably unreadable. He guessed that he would eventually get a speech about the illegality and immorality of polygamy. His mom would have a thousand questions he guessed. She'd scoff and make him feel like a five year-old who got in trouble at school. She'd pry into sleeping arrangements and who had sex with whom. Megan didn't understand, couldn't understand. She hadn't met Jordan's parents. He sat for a few minutes collecting his thoughts. 'That was our first fight.' Jordan thought to himself. 'At least my first fight with Megan. I wonder how Kaitlin feels? I wonder when she and I will have our first fight.' Jordan sat on a chair for several more minutes before he went back inside. "So, Stud?" his mother asked as he walked into the room. She immediately saw his face and the smile drained into concern. "What's wrong baby?" "First fight." Jordan said. "Aww, I'm sorry, what about?" "Beverly!" Jordan's father snapped. "You're doing it again." Food was passed around and the conversation turned to a recent trip that his parents had taken. Half-way through the meal, Jordan's phone buzzed with a text. Jordan checked it under the table. And saw a message from Megan. 'I'm sorry. Please call me back when you are ready to talk about it.' 'I'm sorry too. Eating dinner. I'll call as soon as I can.' Jordan texted back. The conversation had stopped and Jordan looked up to see his parents watching him. "Can I assume that smile means that you've kissed and made up?" his mother asked. Jordan hadn't even realized he had been smiling. He just felt relieved. "Still a lot to talk about, but at least the fight's over." He responded. "Good. So I can ask about her calling you stud? That doesn't seem like a pet name you give someone you've just started seeing." She pushed. "Beverly! Come on! He's never going to tell us another detail of his life if you can't stop prying!" Jordan's father defended him. "And you" his father turned back to Jordan. "You've never been this secretive with us before. Not about girls or work or school." In a flash, Jordan's father had shifted from defender to inquisitor. "You quit a well-paying job that by all accounts you liked and were good at to go to a no-name college to pursue a degree so that you can be a government employee. "When you were dating Jen, you told us all about her after your first date and after she broke your heart! You're clearly sleeping with this Megan girl, so why all the secrecy? "The only common thing linking it all together is that damn mining claim you inherited from my loser uncle. "You're our only child. Our family, our legacy. We support you, but you can't suddenly stop sharing your life with us and expect us to be fine with it. "The same thing happened with uncle Ira. He had nothing to say when my dad tried helping him. He just wasted away in a bottle. "Don't think we can't see how you're babying your left side, that tree must have done more than bruised a rib or two. Just talk to us!" His father was shouting, but not unkindly. More in a pleading tone. Jordan sat in silence, unsure of what to say or think. He hadn't realized how much he used to tell his parents, and how much he had shut them out since finding out about the Bigfoot. "I...I'm sorry." Jordan told his parents. He had to give them something. He couldn't tell them about the Bigfoot. That wasn't his secret to share. "You're right. I haven't been sharing much with you." Jordan left the room and came back with his backpack. He pulled Enoch's satchel out, and set it on the table, moving his empty plate out of the way. "I found this in one of the mines. It belonged to grandpa's mining partner, Enoch." Jordan pulled out the handkerchief and lay it on the table, unwrapping the fabric to reveal the pile of gold ingots. "That can't be real." Jordan's father said. "That would be like...ten thousand dollars worth of gold." "It's over twenty thousand. And it is real. I talked with some people up there who knew about the history of mining in the area. "They said getting the gold out of the ground is only half the battle. The other half was getting it to a bank before someone killed you for it." Jordan dug in his backpack and pulled out the nugget that he had released from the wall. "Silas and Enoch were working a rich deposit when Silas quit and Enoch was killed. The gold is still up there in the mine. There could be tens of thousands of dollars worth of gold left, or there could be millions." Jordan pushed the gold across the table for his parents to inspect. They sat and stared in silence, clearly dumbfounded by Jordan's announcement of sudden wealth. Jordan pulled out his phone and opened the photo gallery app. The first picture was the selfie of him and Jane in her hospital bed. He scrolled until he found a picture of Megan alone and showed his parents. "This is Megan. She's older than me, 32. She grew up in California and got her bachelors degree in fine arts and she has a PhD in anthropology. She's studying the culture of isolated mountain communities. We've been seeing each other for almost a month now." Jordan turned the screen back and found a picture of Megan on horseback, leading Brutus. "The horses are named Rose and Brutus. I bought them to ride around on the land. They can go places my motorcycle can't. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys this before. I'm going to build a little cabin up there to live out of while I'm mining, and also as a sort of vacation home." Jordan found a picture of uncle Ira's cabin as it had been before the alpha damaged it. "This is the cabin that's currently on the land. It's pretty beat-up, but that's where I stay when I go up there. Uncle Ira built it back in the 70s." Jordan next found a picture of the valley taken from up on a ridge. "This is most of the land. It's penned in by tall mountains on three sides, and surrounded by national forest land." Jordan turned off his phone and looked up at his parents, who were still staring at the gold in their hands, silently absorbing the information. "As for the master's degree and school, yes I admit that the mining claim had a lot to do with that decision. I have a nice nest egg from my last job, who are actually still paying me for consulting work. "With the gold, I probably don't actually have to work anymore, but the mine inspector job actually will pay a little more than my engineer job, plus I get a scholarship which makes school free, as long as I work after graduation." Jordan looked at his parents who were speechless. "Questions?" He asked. "When can we meet Megan?" His mother asked. "Is there anything else in that satchel?" His father asked at the same time. Jordan pushed the leather satchel to his dad, who accepted it. "I don't know, mom. Megan is pretty busy, and I'm still getting settled. I'll make sure you meet her before too long." "Can I see her picture again?" She asked. Jordan found the photo on his phone and showed his mother. "She's so pretty Jordan! How serious are you two?" "It's complicated." Jordan dodged, but at a stern look from his mother he changed course. "We've talked about the future, we both want kids..." Jordan's mother sobbed and stood, coming around the table to hug her son. "...but we haven't made any kind of commitments about our future together." Jordan amended. "Does she know about the gold?" Jordan's father asked. "Yes." "Before or after you two became an item?" his father pushed. "After." Jordan said. Jordan's father nodded and took out the old pocket knife from the satchel, opening it to inspect it. Next he took out the straight razor. Missy's brown hair still clung to the old blade from when Jordan had shaved her arm to draw blood. Jordan watched as his father pulled a small tuft of the brown hairs from the blade and brought them to his nose to sniff them. He said nothing, folding the razor back up and putting it next to the knife he had already inspected. Jordan was still hugging his mom while he watched his father inspect old safety pins and flints and awls. There were a few coins that Jordan had missed, and his father showed them to him. The date on a quarter was 1889. Jordan's father packed the items back and handed Jordan the satchel. "Congratulations." His father said with a smile. "I'm sorry if we pushed you too hard, but we really are proud of you. I'm just sorry you felt you had to keep all of this a secret from us. "You really seem to have hit the jackpot, though. Pretty girl, pretty land and pretty nice little fortune on it. "I really would like to see it, though. Now that you have horses, maybe you can give me a tour soon." Jordan felt his face flush hot. He had forgotten about his promise to show his father the land. He had made the promise when his motorcycle was the only way to get there. Jordan remembered the family vacation to the YMCA cabin in Estes park when his parents had taken him riding on a horse for the first time. His father had enjoyed the experience and talked about going again, though they never had. "Uh, yeah. Sure." Jordan mumbled out. To his relief, his father didn't press the point. The rest of the evening was a flurry of questions. Jordan's parent's offered him several more beers, which he only accepted the first two of. He walked the line, avoiding any mention of Bigfoot, but telling his parents more about Megan, the mines, his future cabin, the land and the gold. He told his parents what Jason had said about Enoch buying enough mules to move 50 million dollars' worth of gold, and how he had never collected the animals. The mystery of the missing gold had his parents as excited as Kaitlin had been. "Aren't you going to search for the gold?" His mother asked him. "There might be a $50 million fortune buried on your property somewhere, and you're not even going to look for it?" Monsters in the Mountains He stopped for gas at the Taylor Park trading post which had the only gas for miles. *** In another 4 hours of riding Jordan was home once again at his condo. It was Monday around noon, and Jordan took a shower and washed his clothes. He had another 6 days off work, and immediately started thinking about what he wanted to do with the rest of his time off. He could not stop thinking about the figure he saw outside his cabin and what it meant. He had absolutely no doubt that he had seen Bigfoot, and knew where to find him again in the future. Jordan knew from his uncle's history that these creatures could be dangerous. They had beaten him and left him for dead but somehow Uncle Ira had survived. Jordan wondered if his uncle had filed a police report and named Bigfoot as his assailant. He doubted that the police would take his uncle seriously. Jordan opened his laptop and started researching Bigfoot on the Internet. There seemed to be no hard evidence of any humanoid creature that lived in North America, however there was no shortage of rumor, unsubstantiated stories, and hoaxes. One of the more credible looking websites was www.BFRO.net. This website ranked encounters by what was seen or heard. Jordan was surprised that there were three historical Bigfoot sightings in the county where he had encountered the furry giant and dozens more in the surrounding counties. Jordan wrote an email to the moderator of the site, asking for more information about what was known and suspected about the behavior and dangers of Bigfoot. He included his telephone number and ask to be contacted if the moderator was willing. Jordan was making lunch an hour later when his phone rang with an Oregon telephone number. "Hello, this is Dr. James Stein with the Bigfoot research organization. Is this Jordan White?" He asked Jordan who confirmed that he was speaking, and the doctor continued: "I understand you have some questions regarding our organization and our research?" "Yes." Jordan answered. "I recently acquired a plot of land in the Colorado Mountains, and it seems to be infested with Bigfoot. I already know that they can be dangerous, but I want to know what precautions can be made to use the land safely without having to kill them or having them kill me." There was a long pause before doctor Stein responded. "What I am about to tell you is a closely held secret within a very close knit community of Bigfoot researchers. "You clearly already know that Bigfoot is not a myth, but now you need to understand why the general public needs to believe that. "Tell me, are there any grizzly bears in Colorado?" he asked. "Not to my knowledge." Jordan answered. "How about Timberwolves?" "I think one came down from Yellowstone a few years back." Jordan remembered. "And do you remember the fate of the wolf that traveled all that way to your state?" Dr. Stein asked. "I think a rancher shot it." Jordan remembered. "Exactly. Did you know that wolves and grizzly bears used to be common in Colorado?" he asked me. "Yes, I've heard that they were." Jordan answered. "They were hunted to extinction when they started posing a threat to humans or their livestock. Even the Native Americans that used to live in Colorado were exterminated and pushed out when they posed a risk to the white pioneers. "Did you know that there used to be dozens of species of humans on this planet? Neanderthals, Denisovans etc?" Dr. Stein asked me "I've only heard of the neanderthals." Jordan answered truthfully. "Let me ask you this: what did you feel when you saw the creature?" Dr. Stein asked Jordan. "I was scared. Terrified even." Jordan admitted. "Humans have a long and violent history of eliminating threats, real and perceived. That fear which you felt looking at the creature, your ancestors and mine felt that looking at the Neanderthals, and dozens of species before them. We're alive and they're all dead because our ancestors used violence to calm their fears. They wiped them all out. "Bigfoot is real. We got the first solid evidence of that back in the 1930s. The United States government has known of their existence and kept it a closely guarded secret ever since then. If the general public knew about Bigfoot, the last specimen would have died in a zoo or lab 50 years ago. The species were killed off in Europe 200 years ago, and only survive in Asia and the Americas in remote places. "Our offer to you is excessively fair. Join us in the small fraternity of people who know of Bigfoot's existence and protect that secret, and you will be let in on what is known of these magnificent creatures. It will even expand your understanding of our own species. "If you decide that the general public needs to know the truth, and you get even one of these magnificent beings killed, or try to produce hard evidence, you will be discredited and made a laughingstock. "Your uncle fought us on this, and never found work again as he slowly fell into addiction and madness. If you need more proof, Google the name Thomas Biscardi. He has repeatedly tried to test us, and payed a high price. "You encountered the creature on the land you inherited from your uncle at approximately 38.6°north and 106.6°west, right?" Dr. Stein knew exactly where Uncle Ira's land was. Jordan mumbled an answer in the affirmative. "The US forest service has made you a very attractive offer. I would recommend that you sell to them, and enjoy your good fortune. Properly invested, you could live in comfort for the rest of your life." Dr. Stein was silent for a while, letting it sink in before he continued. "Our representative will be in touch with you in person soon. Please don't go spreading stories in the meantime, you'll only be hurting yourself. Do you have any more questions for me?" "Yeah. Lots. Are they dangerous?" Jordan asked. "They are territorial. They tend to be solitary in most cases, but will sometimes join up in small groups with a large male at the lead. These alpha males are the most dangerous, and surround themselves with fertile females. If the male thinks that you are threatening his position that is when things turn violent." The doctor answered. Jordan thought of the group that he swore he could hear, the big male he saw, and how he had thrown the several hundred pound motorcycle like it was a twig. Jordan guessed he had probably had seen one of these alpha males. It was certainly big and hostile, and certainly male. "How do you stay safe around one of these groups?" Jordan asked. "Bigfoot, or sasquatch are naturally shy creatures. They should stay away from you given the choice. Chances are good that the creature you witnessed has already moved to another part of its territory. Undisturbed, they will move back within a year or two. "Most people try to interact by emulating the calls. Sometimes you can fool a Bigfoot, but mostly you'll just scare them off. For an alpha male, the calls are a challenge. If you meet one of these, don't make eye contact, don't turn your back on it, and slowly back away. Don't make any noise, and don't ever try fighting or shooting one of them. "Unless you can get a headshot on a loner, guns only make them mad, and guarantee your death, either by the injured Bigfoot or one of their companions." Dr. Stein warned. "Does that answer your questions?" "Yes, I think so. Just one more, what do they eat?" Jordan asked. "They're omnivores, just like us. They'll hunt, and can kill elk or even a small moose with their bare hands, but meat only accounts for about ten percent of their total caloric intake. They don't use fire, or any tools more complicated than clubs. They're more than happy with most root vegetables, but will most of their diet is seeds, especially pinon nuts." He answered, turning from the government conspirator back into the scientist that Jordan guessed was his real personality. "It sounds like you're planning on going back for a visit." the doctor inquired. "I would recommend that you don't try feeding the wildlife, but it is still your land. I would encourage you to be extremely careful, and take no undue risks. If you're going up there for the wildlife, I do ask that you keep your distance and do not scare them too far away. Please remember that these are our national treasures, and treat them as such." "Thank you, doctor. I'll keep that in mind." Jordan answered. They said their goodbyes, and hung up. *** Early the next morning, Jordan had repacked his gear, and loaded the motorcycle on the back of his pickup truck. He left behind his tent, because he would be sleeping in the cabin his uncle built. Jordan dipped into his savings to buy a new chainsaw, as well as a nice axe and some saddlebags for the motorcycle. He also had some supplies for fixing up the cabin, including some tar paper for the roof, and some sandpaper and varnish for the floor. He brought food that could be cooked without water: burgers, steaks, potatoes and hot dogs, along with some sides. He had a hard time deciding whether or not to bring his revolver, but in the end decided he felt safer with it on his hip, even if Dr. Stein didn't believe it would do any good against the creatures. Jordan hoped it wouldn't even come to that. By 11 AM Tuesday morning, Jordan was parking the truck on the side of a narrow dirt road, and started widening the old trail that led to his property using the axe and chainsaw. It took six trips to get all of the supplies out of his truck and into the cabin, and it was after 4 PM when Jordan finally parked his motorcycle for good, bringing it inside the cabin for safe keeping, even through it seemed to fill up all the free space inside. He didn't want to risk the big alpha using it as a stress ball. Jordan half expected hairy giants to start coming out of the woods at any moment, but the serenity and isolation of the place was intact. Jordan worked on the roof until sunset, when he stopped for a quick dinner of a hamburger and baked beans. He had brought a nice LED lantern, which had days of battery life, and Jordan sat and read a book until late, when he inflated a nice air mattress and climbed into his sleeping bag on top. *** Jordan wasn't too surprised when he woke up to the screaming sounds again. They were all around the cabin, and Jordan counted at least 5 different voices. Sticks and rocks were pounded against one another, and thrown against the cabin. The voices came in whistles and grunts mixed with screams and yells, and the woods were alive with the sounds of Bigfoot. Jordan peeked out the cracks around the windows, but saw only brief movements in the moonlight. Eventually they moved off, but Jordan could hear them for another hour, calling and screaming through the woods. *** The daylight belonged to Jordan. As the sun warmed the cabin, Jordan stretched and took his coffee outside. He had brought along real coffee, made with a French press, and some sugar for it. A folding camp chair was more comfortable than the hard wooden chair, and Jordan sat outside the front door enjoying the fresh air. After breakfast, Jordan once again set out to explore. He was glad that he hadn't scared off the group, and stayed clear of the mine shaft where he knew they lived. He walked along the stream that ran the entire length of the two mile property. Near the edge of his property, he smelled the distinct musk of the Bigfoot, and looked up wind. He spotted a dark shape on the ground between some rocks. Jordan nearly ran in the other direction. He stopped himself, and started slowly backing away. He watched the shape. It was breathing heavy, too fast for a sleeping breath rate. There was dried blood on the rocks, and more on the ground near the beast. Jordan knew that injured animals were often the most dangerous, but he stopped, and then against his better judgement, he approached the creature. The animal turned its head as Jordan approached. Human eyes looked into Jordan's. They were intelligent eyes. There was pain and despair in them, and just a little fear. It was a female Bigfoot, Jordan could see. She had full, round breasts, and there was a certain femininity to her face. Jordan could just make out the folds of her sex through her dark brown fur. She was smaller than the male Jordan has seen a few nights earlier, he had stood around eight feet tall. This female was thin, and petite at almost 6'6". She sat up as Jordan got near, but her head seemed to spin, and her eyes rolled back. She collapsed suddenly. Jordan got near enough to touch her, ready to spring back at a moment's notice. She was fully unconscious, though. Up close, her musk filled his nostrils. Not entirely unpleasant, but strong. Jordan touched the long brown fur on her arm. It was softer than he expected. He stroked the fur gently, still ready to spring back in an instant. Up close, Jordan could make out the extent of her injuries. She had a deep gash on top of her head that was still oozing blood. Her lip was split, and she had bruises and cuts on her forearms, as though she was defending herself from an attack. Jordan looked closer and saw bark and splinters in the wounds on her arm and head. She was attacked by her own species, and left out here to die, blood still dripping from her wounds. Jordan felt a thrill of fear as he started to lift her up to a sitting position. She grunted and moved her arm, and he nearly dropped her and ran. He knew it was stupid and dangerous, but he had to help this creature. She was a national treasure, after all. Jordan was able to lift her onto his shoulders. He guessed that she weighed about 200 pounds, which was a little less than his own weight. He carried her over a mile to the cabin, where he lay her in the shade of an aspen grove near the stream. He quickly went into the cabin and came out with his first aid kit. He had a pouch of quick-clot, which he opened, and poured over the bleeding head wound. The bleeding stopped almost immediately. Next he set about cleaning her arm wounds of all wood and bark, and applying antibiotic ointment. He didn't put on any bandages, since she had so much hair that they wouldn't stick. Jordan next got an old T-shirt and ripped it up into rags. He used a bowl and rag to clean the blood out of her fur. Finally, he made up a bottle of Gatorade from powder, and slowly poured an ounce at a time into her mouth, making sure that she swallowed it. If she was at a hospital, they probably would have given her a blood transfusion, but Jordan hoped that keeping her hydrated would be enough. The creature came awake as he was pouring the last of the Gatorade in her mouth. She extended a hand, knocking Jordan aside, and stood to run. She made it a few steps before she collapsed again. She was awake now, but didn't try to rise again. Jordan looked in her eyes and noticed that one pupil looked more dilated than the other. She had a concussion. Jordan played nurse for the rest of the day. He kept his distance when he wasn't feeding her or offering water. He spoon fed her beef stew for lunch, which she seemed to enjoy, and have her half an apple, which she clearly loved. As the sun set, Jordan was unsure whether to leave her out over night, or if he should bring her into the cabin to sleep. Jordan brought her dinner outside, a loaded baked potato and half of his steak. She ate greedily, though the metal camp plate confused her. Jordan's dilemma was solved around 9, when the sky was fully dark, and he heard a roar off in the distance. The female jumped through the door of the cabin, looking off towards the direction of the mine. She looked terrified, but she clung to Jordan's clothes as though she thought he could protect her. Jordan slowly closed the cabin door and locked it, watching her face for signs of panic or fear. Her expressive face actually showed relief as Jordan slid the wooden latch in place. The exertion of running through the door and clinging to Jordan exhausted the female, and she slumped against him, shaking as the roars grew louder. Jordan started a fire in the fireplace, which seemed to terrify the poor female at first, but she was too scared to fight it, so she slunk to a corner furthest away from the fire. By 10 PM, it was clear that the alpha male had found his missing mate, and knew she was inside the cabin. He seemed to understand that the door was the way in, and started there, pounding against the thick wood until Jordan was afraid he was going to break it. He reinforced it with the wooden chair and table, and checked the pistol on his hip was still there and loaded. Unable to break down the door, the alpha set about pounding on the walls. He managed to pound in one of the shutters, and the female clung frantically to Jordan as Alpha stuck his head through the window and roared. The big male's shoulders were too wide and the window was too small for him to get more than an arm or head in at a time. Jordan remembered the female's fear of fire, and pulled a burning stick out of the fireplace, sticking it out the window. The big male moved back. He kept pounding on the cabin, actually moving some logs out of place, but he didn't manage to bring it down. Around midnight, other howls and screams further out seemed to call to him, and he finally left. The female relaxed then, slipping off to sleep. Jordan was nervous sleeping with a wild animal in his small cabin, but she had already fallen asleep, and he felt exhausted. He slipped the revolver under his pillow before he fell off to sleep. *** Jordan awoke in the morning while it was still dark. He felt something touching his face, and felt a thrill of fear remembering his houseguest. He could smell her in the dark, and could feel the air mattress move as she joined him. Her strong hands moved over his chest and arms, and for a moment, Jordan thought she would attack him, but she just lay next to him. Her breathing slowed and she began to snore softly as she fell asleep cuddled against Jordan. Jordan rolled towards her and one hand found itself resting on her hip. Jordan marveled again at how soft her fur felt. She shifted in her sleep, and pushed against Jordan's body, letting him spoon her. *** Jordan never really got back to sleep that morning, but he did rest, marveling at the direction his life had taken him. This was exactly how he used to cuddle with Jen, though she had been over a foot shorter. Jordan sighed thinking of his ex girlfriend. He hadn't been in love with her, but could see his life moving in that direction. She clearly didn't think their relationship was serious, and it ended one night when she got drunk at a party, and left with another man. The next day she claimed that they had never agreed to be exclusive, and asked if that was what he wanted. Jordan broke up with her. That was over 3 months ago. Jordan marveled at how cuddling with this massive creature made him think of his sex life, or lack thereof. She wasn't human. He had a life to get back to, and she could never be a part of it. So why, laying here was he getting an erection just from touching her? Jordan opened his eyes. The sun was up outside, and small shafts of light illuminated the cabin's interior. The place was trashed. The female Sasquatch had torn open food bags and eaten the contents. Jordan got up and examined the damage. One package of freeze dried meals was supposed to be 2 servings. She had eaten 3 packages, as well as all of Jordan's remaining Gatorade powder, 4 packages of ramen noodles, two raw potatoes and an entire pound of baby carrots. Luckily, she hadn't figured out the zipper on Jordan's saddlebag, so he made coffee and had a granola bar for breakfast. Monsters in the Mountains Outside the cabin, Jordan couldn't believe his eyes. Bloody handprints covered the door and log walls. Several logs were split, and moved from where his uncle had placed them 45 years earlier. Plaster chinking that had made the logs airtight lay in chunks on the ground. The alpha male had clearly raged on the side of the cabin, beating his own fists bloody against the thick logs making up the exterior walls. Jordan had felt helpless inside, but couldn't understand the severity of the damage until he viewed the exterior in daylight. Jordan's bachelor's degree was in civil engineering. He currently worked as a soil engineer, but he understood structures. The cabin would not survive another beating like it took last night, and probably wouldn't survive another Colorado mountain winter without some major repairs. Jordan took his axe and chainsaw to a stand of lodgepole pines, and began cutting beams. He spent several hours reinforcing the damage, and strengthening the exterior walls, before adding some supports to the interior of the cabin, wedging them in place. He worked quietly, and the injured female seemed to sleep through his work. If the alpha understood which beams to break, and in which order, he could undo Jordan's work, but he doubted that the brute would figure out the puzzle. Jordan hoped that it would be enough to keep the cabin standing for years to come, but knew he should bring a hammer and some nails the next time to hold his work in place permanently. Jordan was tired, sore, sweaty and a little dusty from his work, so he stripped off his clothes and bathed in the pond near his cabin. When he was finished, he went inside to retrieve fresh clothes from his saddlebag. The female was awake, and watched Jordan intently from his bed. Her eyes seemed to be glued to Jordan's crotch. Jordan moved to put boxers on, but the female was on her feet, and across the room in a flash. She picked Jordan up with one arm around his middle and carried him back to the bed. Jordan was terrified, but his body reacted. She lay Jordan down carefully and climbed on top, guiding Jordan's hardening cock into her furry ape pussy with no foreplay or preamble. As big as her body was, Jordan was shocked at how tight she was inside. The giantess wasted no time with slow fucking, but quickly began grinding her hips down onto Jordan's swollen member, and fucked him fast and hard. She screamed out her pleasure as she reached her climax, and Jordan tentatively placed both his hands on her breasts as she rode him. Her mouth opened in pleasure, and Jordan had to admit that it was the wildest orgasm he'd ever witnessed. She's lacked the long canines Jordan had seen in the alpha male, and there was a definite soft femininity to her long, lean body. Her large breasts felt amazing in his hands, and she seemed to grow more excited as Jordan squeezed and played with them. She had incredible strength and stamina, rocking the whole bed back and forth as she took her pleasure from Jordan. He found his fear giving way to lust, and his whole mind and body were fully focused on the hard fucking. Jordan's own release came upon him suddenly, shaking his whole body, as he emptied his cum into her hot, tight cavity. Jordan groaned in release, which excited the Bigfoot, and she reached another climax, shaking and grunting as her tight passage squeezed and milked the last of Jordan's cum from his body. The female released her hold on Jordan, and climbed down next to him, nuzzling against his neck and making a contented rumble that reminded Jordan of a purr. Jordan extended an arm around her and pulled her in close, which started a new round of purring. "I'm going to have to come up with a name for you." Jordan said. "Unless you already have a name? " Her intelligent eyes looked into his own with no sign of comprehension. "I'm Jordan." He said, tappng his chest with his free hand. She just started at him. "Me Tarzan you Jane?" Jordan asked with a self-satisfied smile. "Actually, that's not a terrible name for you... Jane." He named her, tapping her chest lightly. "Jordan, Jane." he said, trying to teach her both of their names. Jane took a deep breath, and lay still, drifting quickly back to sleep. Jordan took the hint and gave up. Jordan freed himself from her clutches and climbed out of bed. He quickly dressed himself in boxers and shorts, but left off his shirt. His next project was to repair the window shutters that the alpha had smashed in. He was able to salvage most of the old boards, and carved a few new ones with his chainsaw, working far from the cabin to let Jane sleep. He used the old nails, and hammered them into place with the back of his axe. When he finished, the repair was obvious, as it was the only new wood on the outside. The hammering woke Jane, who shuffled down to the stream, and knelt to drink. She wandered off into the woods, and Jordan wondered if he would ever see her again. She showed up as lunch was cooking, and Jordan shared his hot dogs with her. Jordan ate two, and Jane ate the other six, buns and all. After the meal, Jordan was surprised when Jane entered the cabin. He rinsed out his jet-boil pot, and carried his trash back to the cabin. When he entered, Jane was sorting through his food bag, looking for more to eat. Jordan fished a bag of almonds out of his saddlebags, and Jane sat on the cabin floor, grunting happily as she ate them one at a time. When Jane finished eating, she climbed into his bed and spread her legs, rubbing her pussy lips while staring at Jordan. Jordan sat on the edge of the bed, watching Jane rubbing her index finger up and down her pussy, occasionally dipping a finger inside. Jordan could see her excitement. Her pussy looked completely human, except for the long, soft hair all around it. Her lips were swollen, and glistening with her arousal. Jordan inhaled her musky aroma, and found himself growing hard with the sight and smell. Her full breasts rose and fell on her chest as Jane's breathing grew ragged. Jordan stood and lowered his shorts and boxers together. Jane jumped as his cock sprung free of the fabric. She moaned, her eyes never leaving Jordan's hard member. Jordan crawled slowly up the bed over Jane's long, lean frame. Her dark fingers kept rubbing her pussy until Jordan's cock hovered over them. She grabbed Jordan with a wet hand, and yanked on his ass to impale Jordan inside her in a single thrust. Jordan began fucking her slowly, driving Jane crazy as she squirmed beneath him. He sped up, slamming into her, deeper and harder while she started climbing the peak to her first orgasm. Jane came with a gush and a throaty cry. Jordan kept fucking her, hard and fast, not letting up. One orgasm blurred into the next as she screamed and lifted Jordan bodily off of her before crushing him back into her chest. She panted and grunted as she calmed down. There was steel in her grasp around Jordan, but gentleness too. He knew she could crush his ribs, but that she wouldn't. A few minutes later, Jane once again lifted Jordan, but this time placed him with his cock at her opening. Jordan slid back into place, fucking her more slowly now. Jane came again, but Jordan had learned his lesson and slowed, letting her ride it out before taking her gently back down. Jordan's own climax climbed up on him, and he let go as he felt Jane's tight channel begin to pulse and massage his hard cock. Jordan stayed on top of Jane, even as he grew soft within her. All of his previous girlfriends had been shorter and weaker than he was. Jane could take his weight. She could throw him around like a rag doll, but she was gentle and affectionate with him, and Jordan was enjoying the role reversal, allowing Jane to hold his full weight as he lay recovering. Jane was snoring a short time later, and Jordan was in between sleep and awake. Jane shifted in her sleep, and Jordan was shaken awake as he fell sideways off of her. He rolled off the bed, and quietly dressed himself. He took stock of his food situation, and realized that Jane was eating him out of house and home. Luckily, he had a credit card, and the town of Gunnison was less than an hour away. Jordan emptied his saddlebags and his backpack to make room, and wheeled his motorcycle outside the cabin. He once again moved away from the cabin before starting the gas engine, hoping that it would let Jane keep sleeping. She was nocturnal, after all, and the sun was high in the sky. *** An hour later, Jordan was filling his motorcycle's gas tank and buying enough groceries to feed an army at the City Market grocery store in downtown Gunnison. Jordan bought a lot of fruits and vegetables, pounds of apples, pears, citrus and bananas. He bought carrots and cucumbers as well as potatoes. He bought bulk almonds and cereal since they were on sale, and found several bags of cheap oatmeal. He bought a bag of Jack's links jerky, just because of the commercials where the campers are fighting with Bigfoot over the jerky. Jordan rounded out the sale with a dozen eggs, a whole canister of Gatorade powder, some cold cuts of meat and more coffee. He also bought some gauze and a sewing kit for the gash on Jane's head which hadn't yet closed up. Jordan knew he stunk, but was surprised at how many wrinkled noses and disgusted expressions he got. Jordan didn't mind the smell of Jane's musk on him, in fact it turned him on a little. Jordan also bought a small hammer and a bag of nails at the local Ace hardware store before heading back. It took some Tetris level arranging to make it all fit, but Jordan was on the road within an hour of arriving. He stopped at his truck on the way back to make sure no one had messed with it, and was pulling up to the cabin as the sun was starting to set. *** Jane wasn't inside, and Jordan worried about where she had gone as he parked his motorcycle inside the cabin again. Jane was swimming in the pond when Jordan came back outside. She came up with a fish, and was eating it raw as she came into the cabin, dripping all over the wood floor. She offered the tail half of her fish to Jordan, who refused. She seemed insulted, but ate hungrily. Jane's eyes bulged as Jordan began unpacking the food he had bought. He threw her a bag of almonds to eat while he began working on sewing her scalp closed. Jordan removed his shirt so that he wouldn't get blood on it. 10 minutes later, Jordan tied off the thread and snipped the end. He applied another line of antibiotic ointment to the wound before checking the injuries on Jane's forearms. The sun was down by this time, and Jordan heard the waking roar of the big alpha as he once again made his way out of the mine and to the cabin. The rest of his pack called from a distance as the alpha whaled on the cabin walls with a series of sticks and logs. He roared and called. Jane huddled against Jordan, clearly terrified of her former mate. Jordan thought the situation was reminiscent of an abusive relationship. He wondered how the other females dealt with his anger, and how Jane had wound up beaten and left for dead. At one point, Jane called back. It was an angry sound, and Jordan guessed it was a warning. It sent the alpha into a rage, and he broke several large logs against the cabin before leaving in a howling rage. Jordan offered Jane more food once the alpha left. She seemed to genuinely enjoy the apples and pears more than he had ever seen anyone enjoy fruit. He thought she might have had an orgasm as she tried her first banana. Jane didn't care for the citrus, eating only half of an orange, and she didn't like the jerky at all, spitting out the small piece he gave her. He gave her some of everything until Jane surprised him by refusing to eat any more. She was finally full. Jordan was exhausted, but he stayed up past midnight, watching Jane. She groomed her fur for a while, then played with a plastic grocery bag, then explored Jordan's motorcycle. She seemed to be fascinated by all of the buttons. She jumped when she flipped the switch that turned on the headlights, then jumped again a few minutes later when she pressed the horn, playing with it until she grew tired of the beeping. Finally, she settled in with Uncle Ira's photo album, gently thumbing through the pictures by firelight. She seemed to grow relaxed near the fire now, and would even sit close enough to enjoy its warmth. Jordan awoke sometime before sunrise when Jane climbed on the air mattress with him and snuggled up against him hard. He was so tired that he fell back asleep in Jane's arms. *** The daylight again belonged to Jordan. He once again walked to the cellar that was all that remained of his great-great grandfather's cabin. Jordan decided that he would enjoy the physical labor of building a new cabin, something stronger, capable of withstanding the anger of the big alpha. The trail was too rough to bring in big lumber, or a cement truck, so Jordan would have to bring bagged cement, one at a time on the back of his motorcycle. Jordan sat on the edge of the hole, thinking through designs in his head. He could bring enough PVC pipe to provide plumbing, and some roof solar panels and a gas generator could provide electricity. He would have to buy some more tools to mill his own lumber, and he had a lot to learn, but he was excited about the prospect of building something that was his on his own land. There was plenty of timber, and he could use the foundation stones in a masonry foundation wall. Jordan would have to investigate permits and inspections, but he thought he could probably work through it. Jordan hiked partway up the mountain to the east of his property until he had a breathtaking view of his own land. He also discovered that he had a weak cell signal, probably coming from towers in Gunnison when he took his cell phone out to take a picture. He returned for lunch, and was surprised that Jane was still sleeping. She woke when Jordan made lunch, but she just watched him and didn't ask for or even try any food. She did start playing with her pussy, rubbing it and watching Jordan, seeming to invite him to fuck her with her eyes. Jordan watched her, feeling his cock growing as he lost interest in his lunch. He could smell her arousal, and approached slowly. He undressed himself, and Jane grew inpatient, jumping to her feet and pulling Jordan to her. She spun around, and pulled him to her by his cock. Guiding him into her wet folds, holding the wall for support as she stood bent a little so Jordan could fuck her. Jordan had tried this position before, but it was so much easier with a woman that was taller than him. Jane pushed back and down on him, and he fucked up into her, pushing hard against her thrusts. Jordan reached around her furry thigh and found the stiff nub of her clit. He rubbed circles around the bud, feeling it rise from its hood. It grew hard between his fingers, and Jordan pinched it as he kept fucking as hard and fast as he could manage. Jane came hard with a blood-curdling scream. If he hadn't been feeling her pleasure, he would be certain he was hurting her. Her orgasm elicited Jordan's own, and his legs grew weak as he pumped his cum up into Jane's hungry pussy. He collapsed backwards, controlling his fall onto his hands and ass. Jane spun and lifted Jordan off the floor, carrying him easily to the bed where she cuddled into him and nuzzled against his neck, cooing and purring. Jane's breathing grew deep, and she drifted off to sleep again, snoring softly. Jordan waited until she was in a deep rest, before untangling their limbs and climbing out of bed. He had a few hours of sunlight left, and wanted to cut some more poles to reinforce the cabin walls in case the alpha decided to take out his rage on it for another night. Jordan was dragging a thick log back to the cabin when he heard a roar in front of him. He picked up his pace, but felt dread when he saw the hairy giant walk around the cabin. The alpha saw Jordan, and roared at him. The sun was still hours from setting, but Jordan could see the whole tribe coming towards him, catching flashes of brown fur moving among the trees. Jordan reached for the gun on his hip, but he had left it in the cabin, not believing that he would need it during the daylight. His only weapon was the log in his hands, but it was too heavy to lift. Jordan remembered a movie he had seen once where Anthony Hopkins and Alex Baldwin were stranded in the Alaskan wilderness, being hunted by a man-eating grizzly bear. They killed the animal in the end by holding a long spear and letting the animal impale itself as it attacked. Jordan got a grip on the middle of his tree trunk as the big alpha male started his charge with an earth-shaking roar. His long canines shone white in the evening sun. The creature was well over 8 feet tall, with long thick arms and no neck. Jordan stood his ground, pointing the end of the spear at the big male. He couldn't breathe, and couldn't move. Time seemed to stand still as the giant crossed the 50 yards between them in 7 easy strides. Jordan gripped the spear harder, and braced for impact. The big male punched the stick hard, breaking the 6 inch thick tree trunk like it was a toothpick. He caught Jordan with a backhand, throwing him high into the air. Jordan saw black as he impacted the ground, and the air was forced roughly from his lungs. The big alpha crossed the distance quickly. Jordan tried to move, but winced in pain, feeling broken ribs, and struggling to take a painful breath. The big male stood directly over Jordan, and he wondered briefly if his death would get more painful before it was over. Jordan rasped a single breath into his lungs, and his nose burned with the musk of this giant male. He had read that people called these creatures skunk apes. Jane's musk had been sweet, earthy and spicy. The big alpha smelled rancid, a combination of sweaty body odor and skunk spray. A big hand, the size of a baseball glove reached for Jordan's broken body. Suddenly, a brown furry blur hit the big male from the side, stopping him from grabbing Jordan. Jordan watched and saw Jane, clinging to the monster's back, roaring and yet looking tiny against the huge male. He got both hands on Jane and threw her twenty yards. She fell hard in a patch of grass. Jordan's heart went out to her as the brute bore down on the little female. With shooting pains down his side, Jordan rose to his feet, lifting a length of the broken tree trunk as he arose. The big alpha was focused on Jane, and was reaching for her as Jordan closed the distance between them. Jordan swung his club at the big male's knee just as he began to bend over. There was a cracking sound, and Jordan was surprised that it seemed to come from the giant's leg, and not from his club. The alpha dropped to a knee, roaring in pain. Long arms shot out, reaching for Jordan, who just managed to duck out of the way. The big male was bent over Jane's body, and Jordan knew he had to keep her safe, even if he was massively out matched. Something flew through the air, hitting the alpha in the head. A softball sized rock rolled to Jordan's feet. The alpha turned and roared in the direction the rock had originated. Jordan took the opportunity, and took another baseball swing into the big alpha's head. The club broke over his massive cranium, and he roared in pain and anger at Jordan. Jordan threw the foot long section of the club he still held in his hands at his foe, then scrambled backwards, looking for another weapon. The alpha was quick on hands and knees, and was nearly on top of Jordan when a big fist slammed the alpha's head from behind, and he collapsed at Jordan's feet. Monsters in the Mountains A large reddish female was on the alpha's back, beating him over and over with her massive fists. Another female joined her, then another. Four, then six females were on the monster's back, beating him. Jordan could see a big rock in one of their hands, and heard a sickening crunching sound as it was smashed down on the alpha's head and chest again and again. *** Six pairs of eyes looked through blood spattered fur at Jordan. There was malice in five of the faces. He recognized Jane's gentle gaze. She quickly dropped the rock from her grip, and crossed the distance, wrapping Jordan in her long arms, and holding him protectively. Jane looked at the other five females and roared at them. Jordan understood that he was under her protection. The other five females were huge, bigger and stronger than Jane, but none challenged her. They retreated, moving away, screaming and whistling. Jordan understood that they were probably feeling the adrenaline from their fight, and watched as they broke small trees, and threw microwave sized rocks in celebration. The sound of their high-pitched screeches echoed all around the valley. As Jordan's own body slowly purged his adrenaline rush, the pain of his broken ribs went from a manageable throb to an all encompassing burn that he thought might consume him. He passed out as the pain became too much for him. *** Jordan awoke inside the cabin. The sun has set and it was dark outside. Someone was pouring water in his mouth. He swallowed a mouthful before realizing that it was stale water from the pond instead of purified water from the moving stream. Jordan spit out the next mouthful and opened his eyes to see a look of concern in Jane's eyes. She was nursing Jordan the way he had nursed her injuries. Jordan stood, wincing in pain from his side. He lifted his shirt and saw blue and purple bruises all down his left side. Jordan took two ibuprofen with a sip of bottled water from his backpack. He rested on the bed, waiting for the pain relief to kick in. When the pain was once again manageable, Jordan rose from the bed. He could hear the females out in the woods, whooping and celebrating. Jordan went outside, and Jane followed him. In the moonlight, Jordan could see the pack of females, down in the valley. He could see the body of the massive alpha just uphill from the cabin, still and broken where he had fallen under the combined assault of his abused harem. Jordan stumbled up to the large body. He still felt fear being so near, even knowing that the alpha couldn't hurt him anymore. Up close, Jordan turned on his flashlight. The stench of this big male was overpowering, but Jordan examined the body. He was a fighter, covered in old scars. His fur was coarser than Jane's, and seemed to be unkempt and matted. He doubted that the females in his harem groomed him regularly, or that he groomed himself. Jordan also took note of how small his penis was in comparison to Jordan's own. Even though the male was over 2 feet taller, and easily weighed twice as much, his flaccid cock was smaller than Jordan's own 7 inches and thick. Jane distracted Jordan when she kicked the lifeless body, snarling in rage at the lifeless shell of her tormentor. Jordan stood back and let her have her revenge. At the sounds of Jane's angry rage, the other five females came running up the valley. They watched her beating on him until she turned to Jordan for comfort. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her against his uninjured side. Jordan was surprised to also see two young Sasquatch with the adult females. One was a toddler, unsure on her feet, and the other was a little older, and male. All seven Sasquatch watched Jordan and Jane with unsure eyes. Jane seemed to remember herself, and led Jordan back to the cabin where she broke into the food stores. Jane distributed fruit first, then distributed the carrots and cucumbers. The Sasquatch all clucked in happiness as they gorged themselves on fresh food that they didn't have to find for themselves. Jordan remembered how much Jane had eaten to reach fullness, and realized that she hadn't eaten in the 24 hours since. He didn't think he had enough food to help 5 adults and 2 young Sasquatch reach that same satiation. They were looking relaxed around him for once, and Jordan thought that the contents of his pantry was a small price to pay for the peace and friendship of these fascinating creatures. Jordan joined Jane in bringing more and more food outside, and distributing it among the gathered Bigfoot. They accepted everything he brought them, and gorged themselves on dry nuts and fruits, the remains of Jordan's bananas and the cold cuts of meat. Jordan brought out the oatmeal, which was passed around, everyone taking big mouthfuls of the dry cereal. One by one, the big animals seemed to fill up, and stopped eating. One of the females climbed the hill and started dragging the body of the alpha down towards the cabin by a foot. The reddish colored female joined her, picking up his other foot and helping to drag the dead body down the hill. They passed the cabin, and all of the females joined the funeral procession, Jane included. Jordan fell in behind them, and was surprised when they allowed him to accompany them. They drug the huge body to the opening of the smaller mine with the collapsed entrance. Two females entered the mine on hands and knees and one came out with huge stones. They worked together, moving close to a ton of rocks. Some of the stones were the size of microwaves, and the big females moved them as though they were kitchen chairs. The female whistled from inside the mine, and the other 5 adults and two children followed inside on hands and knees. Two of the adults grabbed the body of the big male by his feet and pulled him up inside the mine with them. Every fiber of Jordan's being was screaming at him not to follow them into that cramped mine shaft. He worried about a cave-in, or being in such a small space with 6 Sasquatch that could kill him with a swipe of their massive fists. Curiosity got the better of him, and for the second time that week, Jordan climbed inside the small square hole, and entered his great-great grandfather's mine. Past the where the rocks had been piled, the mine went down for about ten yards, and then opened up into a larger space. Jordan found the 6 adults and 2 youths inside this chamber. By the beam of his flashlight, Jordan could see several dozen bodies lined up along the walls in various states of decomposition. The smell of decomposition in the entrance intensified to an overwhelming stench, and Jordan had to fight to keep himself from wretching. One of the oldest bodies appeared to be a human, and Jordan saw he clutched a bent rifle in his skeletonized arms. He recognized the rifle as the same one Silas White, his great-great grandfather had been holding in the black and white photo over a furry body. Jordan looked at the belt buckle and saw the initials 'E.A.B.' He guessed these were the remains of Enoch Brown. Most of the bodies were the remains of Sasquatch. Jordan could see white skulls with fractures, and broken bones. This was a mausoleum for anyone who died on this land for the last century, human and Bigfoot alike. That thought struck Jordan. The Sasquatch had burial rituals, and considered humans worthy of internment with their own species. He would have to think more on that later. A wail came from further in the tunnel, and a big brown female seemed overcome with grief. Jordan watched as she lay a stone on the body of a partially decomposed adolescent. The recently deceased alpha had been dumped deep in the cavern, face down. Most of the bodies had been posed, and Jordan guessed that said something about playing their respects to the dead. The lack of care given to the alpha spoke to Jordan of the animosity the women of his harem felt for him. There were other human remains in here as well. One wore shoes that looked like they were from the 1950s, and another had a wallet which identified him as Jim Stone of Telluride, Colorado. The license was issued in 1977. Jordan kept the wallet. He would let Dr. Stein guide him on how to alert the family. Each adult took turns moving among the dead, paying respect to some, and moving past others. They seemed to add a stone to the chest of their loved ones. Jordan could see some nearly buried under small stones, and others, like the alpha, unceremoniously dumped without a single stone. The Sasquatch communicated among themselves with grunts and whistles, and within a short time, they began to leave. Jordan followed Jane out, and was the second to last to leave. Once the living were all out, the big females worked together to replace the stones, sealing the mausoleum until the next time it was needed. Jordan breathed the fresh air outside, wishing he could take deeper breaths without his chest threatening to split open. The scent of pine and wildflowers replaced the foul odor in his nose and mouth. The females gathered and walked back to the other, bigger mine, where they slept during the day. Jane followed them, so Jordan decided to push his luck and follow. He was surprised when no one stopped him. By the light of his flashlight he followed the group up into the solid stone mine shaft. As in the other shaft, the cavern opened up after 20 yards, and Jordan barely had to stoop to navigate the stone passage once inside. The stench of skunk and body odor from the now-dead alpha permeated the place, punctuated in places by the softer, spicy musk of the females. One branch off the main mine shaft was clearly used as bedding for all the females. It was piled knee deep in straw and soft leaves. There was a separate nest that smelled strongly of the alpha near the cavern entrance. Jordan walked deeper and deeper into the cavern, finding occasional relics from when the mine was still being excavated, a rusty pail and a pile of old rags caught Jordan's attention for a while. There was a split, and one of the shafts went down into a flooded passage. The other climbed to an end 30 yards past the split. There was no sign that the Bigfoot had used this mine beyond the first 40 yards. It seemed to be a place for sleeping and hiding from daylight. There was no trash, no excrement or food waste, and other than the beds and smell of musk, could be mistaken for a bear den when it was unoccupied. Jane came to get Jordan as he was trying to see how far the submerged passage went. She took his hand and led him back to the nest where the females were busy grooming each other's fur. She began tugging on his clothes, and he took the hint and stripped naked. He dropped his flashlight in the straw, which provided just enough light for him to see by. It also allowed all of the females to watch him as his clothes came off. For the first time all evening, the group was silent as Jordan stood before them, his erection quickly growing, partly from Jane's lust, and partly from fear. You could have heard a pin drop as Jane pushed Jordan down on the straw floor and mounted him, taking his entire erection in one downward thrust of her furry hips. Jordan looked around, and saw that the two young Sasquatch were playing, ignoring him, but 5 other sets of eyes were on them. He thought he saw some lust in their expressions, and one of them even spread her legs and began rubbing her pussy, watching Jane's long body writhing as she took her pleasure on Jordan's hard cock. Jane reached her climax, and screamed out, sounding like a murder victim. She collapsed against Jordan, and he thought he was going to be crushed under her weight. She had forgotten about his injured ribs. Suddenly, her weight was gone. Jordan looked up to see the reddish colored female gently setting Jane aside, and taking her place on Jordan's cock. Jordan's nose was filled with her warm spicy musk as she lay her body across his. She was much taller than Jordan or Jane, and her furry breasts dangled in his face as she began firmly fucking Jordan. The red female was even tighter than Jane, and Jordan could feel her canal pulsing and squeezing as she began to orgasm. She began slamming down frantically on Jordan, luckily impacting his hips and slapping her ample breasts in his face. Somehow, that was enough to push Jordan over the edge, and he groaned out through the soft fur covering his face as he began pumping load after sticky load of thick cum into her waiting womb. Feeling Jordan's release, the big giantess arched her back and screamed. Her pussy clamped down on Jordan so tight that she squeezed him out, whimpering and pumping her hips, humping her crotch against Jordan's deflating cock. She breathed heavy as she rolled off of Jordan, cuddling up on his right side. Jane was on his left, and both females nuzzled against his neck, huffing and purring their contentment. Jordan checked the time in his phone. It was nearly 4 AM. He has also lost track of the days. It was Saturday morning. A little over 30 hours from now, Jordan would have to load his motorcycle back on his truck, and head back towards civilization. The two females on either side of him began snoring onto Jordan's neck. The other members of the little group had been watching carefully, and came to curl up in the nest. As he drifted to sleep, Jordan wondered how he would go back to sleeping alone in his bed, working long days, and living in his crowded city. No one knew that these incredible creatures lived up here, just a few hours outside the city. He had been accepted among them, sharing their bed and he had watched their burial rituals. They had killed their tyrant, not to save him, but to save themselves, but in doing so, they shared a common enemy. Jordan had struck the first two blows, on the alpha's knee and head. He had weakened the monster enough that his subjugated mates had a chance to free themselves. He wondered if anyone else in the whole world was in a similar position right now, naked in a cavern, surrounded by mythical creatures cuddled up in post-sex bliss. Jordan feel asleep, smiling at that thought. *** He awoke as the soft glow of daylight illuminated the mine entrance. The mine was empty, except for Jane and the large red furred female on either side of him. The others returned as Jordan rise to his feet. Jordan located his clothes, and dressed quickly. Slipping out of the mine as the others settled in to sleep. Jane followed Jordan out. The once peaceful, secluded valley now seemed otherworldly. It was inhabited by giants, and he had broken thorough their veil of secrecy, become...maybe not one of them, but accepted among them. With the alpha dead, Jordan felt safe here now, like he'd broken the family curse. He now felt free to enjoy this land that was his birthright. His mind turned back to the calendar. He had to work the day after tomorrow. He wished that he could communicate with Jane, let her know that he was leaving, and that he would return. That gave him an idea: he remembered the story of Koko the gorilla, who scientists had taught sign language. Jordan didn't know any ASL, but he wondered if he could get Jane, and maybe even the rest of her group to learn some hand signs with him. One more thing to look into. Jordan knew for certain that he would be back, as often as his schedule would allow. He thought again of the home he wanted to build. With Jane trailing, he walked again to the cellar where his ancestor had made his home. He could just close his eyes and picture a simple cabin, a little bigger than the one his great-great grandfather had built, with windows and multiple rooms. He would build a shed for tools, and maybe a carport to keep the rain off his motorcycle. Jordan wondered how Jane and the others would feel about that. A few days ago, he would have worried that it might scare the Sasquatch away. Now, he wondered if he should add a wing on for the Sasquatch's nest. Jordan spent the morning clearing the site where he wanted to build his cabin. Jane caught on, and was helping him, though she didn't seem to understand why they were clearing it. Next, Jordan got his chainsaw to cut trees. His broken ribs had bothered him during the foundation clearing, but once he tried pull-starting the motor, he nearly buckled over in pain. He put his chainsaw away, and decided to relax, enjoying the remains of his vacation with Jane and his new friends. He popped another two ibuprofen before heading back to the mine where they slept. *** Jordan had followed Jane back to the mine, which she seemed to prefer for sleeping, and she seemed happier being back among her people. Jane curled up with one of the females, and joined her in sleep. Jordan decided that he needed to give names to all of them, just to keep them differentiated in his mind. He decided Ginger was as good a name as any for the red furred female. The biggest female had powerful arms like a swimmer's, and reminded Jordan of Olympic gold-medalist Missy Franklin, so he named her Missy. The mother of the boy was extremely protective of her child, like a mama bear. Jordan named her Sarah after Sarah Palin. He named her son Bam-Bam after his favorite cartoon cave-boy. The mother of the little female was attentive, but much more trusting. He named her Wilma and her daughter pebbles, after more of the Flintstones. It seemed appropriate, since they lived in a cave. The other female had been masturbating when Jordan and Jane first got together in the mine, so Jordan thought Jill was an appropriate name for her. He went over the names in his mind, trying on others for size, but satisfied with what he picked. Jill came up to him in the dim light, and started gently pulling at Jordan's clothes. She tapped his clothed cock, then spread her legs and tapped her own fur-covered sex. Jordan got the hint and began to disrobe. Jill lay back, pulling Jordan on top of her. Jordan was already hard, and Jill wasted no time spreading her legs and pulling Jordan into place. He ran his fingers through her soft hair as he guided his cock to her entrance. She let out a feral moan as Jordan spread her open, slipping deep into her silky passage. Jordan started slow, kneeling between her huge legs. He placed his hands on her furry hips, fucking slowly in and out as the giantess arched her back. She moaned and wrapped a huge hand around Jordan's thigh, encouraging him to fuck her harder as she built slowly to her peak. Jordan encouraged her to lift her knees to her shoulders, and she complied. He slammed Jill hard and fast, running his fingers through the long fur covering her thighs. Jordan moved his thumb down to Jill's clit, rubbing in circles. That pushed the big woman over the top, and she came in a screaming orgasm, gushing fragrant musk over Jordan's crotch and hand as she spasmed again and again. Jordan was close to his own climax, so he kept slamming into her, easing off her clit out of fear of over-stimulating her. Jordan came hard with a feral roar of his own, filling her tight furry snatch with his seed. Jill stayed at her peak as Jordan filled her. He slowed, rocking gently in and out as he eased her down slowly. She was purring contentedly as he eased his cock out of her. Jordan looked around, and saw the 3 females that were awake watching them. Eyes that held fear and suspicion just 12 hours ago now appeared full of lust. Jordan climbed of Jill, who was already beginning to drift to sleep. He dressed himself again, and moved close to the young Sasquatch, who were playing with stones. Sarah moved closer, while Wilma sat grooming Missy. Jordan could see injuries on both babies. The little boy had a limp from a broken leg that healed crooked. The little girl had a split lip that had scabbed over. Monsters in the Mountains Jordan wondered if these children were the alpha's biological children, and if he was the one who had abused them. Jordan saw more injuries on their mothers now that he was looking closely. He hoped that the alpha's death would bring peace and safety to the family he had hurt so much. *** Near sunset, the sleepers awoke and gathered. They exited the mine together, and Jordan left with them. He struggled to keep up as they ran through the woods. He finally fell behind, and turned back to the cabin. He heard whooping and screams as the ladies took to the woods. They seemed to still be celebrating. Jordan found Jane waiting inside his cabin as he arrived. He hadn't seen her sneak around him, and beat him in, but Jordan was tired and hungry, and wanted to sleep on his air mattress before he returned to civilization. He started boiling water, and Jane watched him as he moved around making dinner. He popped some more ibuprofen as he waited for the freeze-dried meal to hydrate. Jordan offered food to Jane, but she refused. She seemed to eat a thanksgiving feast's worth of food, then not need anything for a few days. When Jordan was full, he sat on the bed next to Jane. She touched his face, and gently laid him back. She nuzzled his neck and purred, a gesture that Jordan came to assume was the Sasquatch version of a kiss. Jane didn't attempt to strip or seduce Jordan, she just held him gently while he fell asleep. *** Jordan woke late on Sunday morning. Jane was sleeping peacefully on his right side, curled up against him. He untangled her limbs from around his, and climbed off the air mattress. He had to go home today. He wondered briefly if he should make a food run before heading home, but there were still some staples left for Jane and her family. He wished that there was a way to tell Jane that he would be back. She would watch him leave today, and tomorrow, or the next day she would realize he wouldn't be back soon. He hoped that she would still be there waiting when he returned. Jordan wondered if Jane and the rest of her companions would disperse now that the alpha was no longer there to hold them together. He hoped that he could be back Saturday, but guessed that he would probably have to work. Maybe Sunday, but it would be a lot of driving for one day, and he wouldn't get to spend the night. Jordan unpacked the last of the food from his backpack. He pushed his motorcycle outside, and Jane woke up when the bright light came in the door. She seemed confused, but stood in the cabin's doorway as Jordan started his motorcycle and rode away. He looked over his shoulder as he reached the trees, and didn't see her. 20 minutes later, he had his motorcycle on the bed of his truck and was headed home to Denver. *** When he got back in cell range, Jordan had a dozen missed calls and frantic voicemails from his parents. They knew he went up to the property, and his dad was worried for his safety, so he had told Jordan's mother about the cursed land. Jordan told them all about the mountains, the forest, the meadows and the mines. He told them about the cabin his uncle had built, and the photos inside. He didn't say a word about the wildlife. Jordan's father wasn't satisfied, and asked about the curse. Jordan decided it was time for a white lie: "There was a bunch of pot plants growing wild up there, and some fertilizer bottles in the cabin. My guess is that Uncle Ira was trying to grow marijuana, and got in some trouble with the local growers." He said. "So, no sign of the family curse?" his father asked. "Well, not to panic you or anything, but I was cutting some trees and one took a nasty bounce and hit me in the side. "I think it may have broken some ribs. I'm going to go get it checked out at the hospital after I clean up." He lied. "I was serious about not going up there alone." Jordan's father chastised him. "What if the tree had fallen on you?" Jordan apologized halfheartedly, and ended the call with his parents. He dropped for gas in Buena Vista before driving the remaning 3 hours back to Denver. Jordan showered 3 times before he felt that Jane's musk had finally been washed off enough that he could go out in public. Jordan went to the hospital and spent the afternoon in the waiting room. He finally got in for an X-ray, and was happy when they told him that the ribs were bruised, but not broken. The only treatment for it was rest. He was given a prescription for pain pills and sent home. He had to work the next day and didn't want to feel groggy, so he took aspirin instead. *** Jordan had a lot of work to catch up on from being gone a whole week. He went in to work early and still stayed until 6 PM. When he got home, there was a slip on his front door from FedEx. He just had time to run over to the office and sign for the package before they closed for the day. Inside the envelope was a cheap looking tablet computer with no markings on the outside. Jordan waited until he got home to try turning it on. A front facing camera showed his picture and asked him to blink, which he did. It then prompted him to put his right index finger on the button. 'Fingerprint confirmed. 'It said, and unlocked. The screen could only be viewed from looking at it straight on. There were dozens of documents on the home screen. Jordan opened the introduction, and it was a short video from Dr. Stein explaining that this tablet contained all the known information about Bigfoot. Jordan read all evening about what was known. They were clear about what they knew and what was theory and speculation. He learned that Bigfoot have what is called indeterminate growth. This means that unlike humans, a Bigfoot will continue to grow bigger and taller their entire lives, even after reaching adulthood. The tallest specimen ever recorded was over 9 feet tall. They could live as long as 50 years, but the average life span was much shorter. Most died in territorial fighting or accidents. They lived in caves and old mine shafts, and cave-ins were a common cause of death. There were 3 distinct populations of Bigfoot in North America. The western Bigfoot were the tallest, and generally had reddish fur, though brown was also somewhat common. These were typically found in California up to British Columbia in Canada, though there was a population living in coastal Alaska. The mountain Bigfoot were generally brown, and maxed out around 8'. They lived from Mexico all the way up to Canada, and Jordan's ladies belonged to this population. The eastern Bigfoot were critically endangered. They tended to be black in color and were stockier than the other populations. They lived from Northern Florida up to Newfoundland, and there was a small population in the Appalachian Mountains. There was plenty about eating habits, and even a short video of a deer hunt taken from a helicopter. There was nothing about the Bigfoot eating until it was full then refusing food for a day or more. Jordan wondered if the researchers even knew about that. Before bed, Jordan wrote an email to Dr. Stein, thanking him for the tablet and asking him to call at his earliest convenience. Jordan was laying in bed at 10 PM when his cell phone rang with Dr. Stein's number. Jordan told the doctor all about his week, from finding Jane injured and helping her, to his fight with the alpha. He even told the doctor that he had sex with Jane, though he left out the details. Dr. Stein seemed especially interested in the eating habits of Jane and the other females, as well as their method of murdering their abusive mate. Jordan could hear the excitement in the doctor's voice when he asked for details about the burial ritual. Dr. Stein told Jordan that they had opened up a few mines and found these Bigfoot mausoleums, but no human had ever been present for an internment, and they had never found a human body interned with a Bigfoot. He took the information about Jim Stone's remains, and promised to alert his superiors about the human bodies interred on Jordan's land. "We don't normally encourage filming of Bigfoot, but I wish you would have gotten at least a few pictures. That really could have helped our understanding of them." Dr. Stein gushed. "How do you know I didn't film it?" Jordan asked. There was a long silence before the doctor responded. "You know we monitor social media, but we also got a warrant to monitor your cloud account. "The only pictures you took all week were of a broken down cabin and a mountain valley. Thank you for not testing our organization, and we're sorry for our lack of faith in you. "We also monitored the phone call with your parents. We appreciate the discretion you used in telling them about your land." They talked for nearly an hour. Dr. Stein was less than thrilled with the death of the big alpha. Apparently they had been watching him his whole life, and he was almost 50 years old, close to tying the record. Dr. Stein was also uncomfortable with the revelation that Jordan had sex with a female Bigfoot, but did not press the point. He said that he would need to do more research to find out what the ramifications might be. The doctor was excited about Jordan's idea of trying to teach some of them sign language. "It's only been taught to primates in a captivity setting. I don't know how a non-captive audience would do with sign language lessons, but I'll check with my superiors to see if we can support your efforts. He offered. It was 11 PM when Jordan hung up and went to sleep. *** The next three days of work drug by slowly for Jordan. He put in hours of overtime, and didn't get home until it was dark those nights. He finished up by 6 pm on Thursday got a phone call from Dr Stein as he was packing up to leave. "Hi Jordan, we have a proposal to run by you. We were hoping we could meet in person to discuss it." He said. Jordan asked when, and the doctor told him that he was in town now, and would like to meet him at 7 PM at a restaurant near Jordan's condo. Jordan agreed. An hour later he arrived at the restaurant and was escorted to a private room where he finally met Dr. Stein in person, along with two other people. Jordan recognized Dr. Stein by his voice. He was a handsome middle-aged man with a salt and pepper goatee, & a full head of black hair. Dr Stein introduced his guests. There was an older man in his sixties named Christopher Doyle, from the EPA. The woman was named Dr. Megan Reece, an anthropologist who appeared to be in her early 30s. She had dirty blonde hair, and striking blue eyes. She had a nervous excitement that Jordan found infectious. Dr. Stein set a device on the table and pressed a button. "This is just to make sure ours are the only eyes and ears in this room." He explained. "Jordan, your records show that you took the GRE test, but never applied for graduate school. How would you feel about going back to school?" "I've considered it, but would want to make sure it's worth my time and money to get the degree." Jordan answered. "Mr. Doyle here is a mine inspector for the EPA. You already know that Bigfoot like to live in caves and old mines. Mr. Doyle is one of only three EPA mine inspectors certified to work in or near Bigfoot habitats." Dr Stein explained. "He's also one of the two inspectors that plan on retiring in the next five years. I wasn't kidding when I said that we are a fraternity of those who know the truth about Bigfoot and help keep it a secret. We are a small group, well funded, and well placed. "We are hoping that you would be willing to go back to college to get your master's degree, so that you can replace the irreplaceable Christopher Doyle, inspecting mines and protecting Bigfoot. With your civil engineering degree and multiple certifications on soil evaluation and testing, you're an excellent candidate."Dr Stein could see Jordan chewing through the information, and paused a moment to let him digest. The server came and took their dinner orders, which allowed Jordan more time to think that over. Once they were again alone in the room, Dr. Stein continued: "You would, of course qualify for a full ride scholarship, that would cover room and board, provided you are willing to work for us after graduation." He said with a smile. Jordan's mouth fell open. "Now, there are several good programs around the country, but we are hoping you will apply for the master's in environmental management program at Western State College in Gunnison, Colorado, as that would allow you to consider our second proposal: "Your access to a population of Bigfoot, and your acceptance into their community is unprecedented. Bigfoot don't survive in captivity. The stress eats away at them, and we've been unable to study a specimen for more than a few days before we had to release them back into the wild. "We are hoping that you can open the door into their community for our researchers. "Dr Stein said, nodding his head towards Dr. Reece. Jordan started to protest, but Dr. Stein seemed to read his concern and stopped him. "We're not talking about a big team running over your land, and scaring off the creatures. We'd just like for you to take Megan here, and help them to accept her as they've accepted you. "For safety sake, we don't want her up there alone, so we hope that you can escort her on and off the land when she visits." Dr. Stein explained. Jordan explained that the tiny one room cabin was the only place to stay, but Megan wasn't deterred. "I've done field work in Canada in the winter, living out of a backpack and a tent. Your cabin sounds like luxury by comparison." Megan laughed. Jordan told them about his plans to build a cabin on the site of his great-great grandfather's old home. "If it's a personal residence, we can't help you, "Dr. Stein explained, "but if there's work space and housing for guest researchers, we may be able to help with some of the permits and construction costs." Jordan wanted to build the cabin himself, and was worried about a construction crew scaring Jane and the other Bigfoot away. Dr. Stein agreed, and offered to help with whatever resources Jordan needed. They talked for hours, and schemed and planned. Jordan was happy to hear that the mine inspection job paid extremely well, and asked a lot of questions. Chris explained that he rarely found any Bigfoot or even signs of Bigfoot, but it did happen. He was retiring because he was getting too old to go crawling into mines on his hands and knees, and he had easily saved enough money to retire comfortably for the rest of his life. The job was simple, look for flooded and leaking mines, and test for groundwater contamination. He would be testing soil and water, and making sure that old, abandoned mines weren't destroying watersheds and stream ecosystems. Megan offered to help Jordan with cabin construction, as long as he helped her with her research. She loved the idea of teaching sign language, and had contacted several researchers who were experts in the area of primate language research. She was also going to look into bringing several medical devices, including some fit bits, which she hoped Jordan could convince the Bigfoot to wear. Little was known about sleep habits, especially during winter months. It was suspected that Bigfoot were capable of hibernation, but no one had ever confirmed that. Chris claimed that he had never encountered a sleeping Bigfoot in the winter, and had no idea where they went if they weren't in the mines. By the end of the meal, Jordan was excited to accept all of Dr. Stein's proposals. He exchanged his contact information with Megan, and promised to put in his 2 week's notice the following day. Jordan walked home, brimming with excitement over the changes in his life in the past week. He couldn't wait to get back to Jane and his land. *** Jordan gave notice the next day. He was called into his boss's office an hour later, and offered more money to stay. Jordan refused, and was asked to stay on until his replacement could be hired and trained. He was anxious to get back to the mountains, so he set his final day as the last Friday in June, three weeks from that day. Part of his agreement for staying the extra week was no more working weekends. Jordan went home that night, and packed his motorcycle full of food for a weekend with his favorite Sasquatch. *** Jordan arrived at his cabin the next morning around noon. Melissa Reece was out of town making arrangements to move to Gunnison, so Jordan arrived on his land alone. Jane was the first to come greet Jordan as he parked his motorcycle outside the cabin. He could tell that she looked stressed, but was excited to see him. The others were just leaving the mine when Jane pulled Jordan inside with her. He took off his backpack, and started distributing food. To his relief, everyone was accounted for. Over the next 24 hours, Jordan fucked 5 of the 6 females. Only Sarah still seemed nervous around him, though she watched with lust as Jordan was claimed by each of her companions. Jordan spent the day and night in the mine, and then most of the next day. He got to know each member of the little tribe better. Wilma was playful, and loved tickling and being tickled. She had a staccato grunt that Jordan took to be laughter, and she laughed often. Missy was serious. Jordan guessed that as the largest, she was probably the oldest of the group, and therefore would be their leader. She settled squabbles and commanded respect. From what Jordan had read, Sasquatch reach sexuality's maturity at between 17 and 19 years of age. Given her size and development, Jordan guessed that Jane was the youngest of the harem, at around 20 years old. Her close relationship with Jordan seemed to give her a slight status boost, but she was still at the bottom of the pecking order, and seemed to accept that role. Jill was the slut of the group. She was always up for sex, and seemed to masturbate constantly while Jordan was fucking anyone but her. Ginger was forward, aggressive, and loud. After Missy, she seemed to be the next highest in pecking order, but lacked her elder's statesmanship. She was the instigator of most fights. Jordan left on Sunday afternoon again with a heavy heart. Jane grew agitated when he climbed on his motorcycle and started it, and he stopped the engine and climbed down just to calm her. Once she was calm, Jordan left without looking back. *** On Monday, Jordan was told that he would be training Mike, one of his field technicians to do his old job. Jordan put in long hours, Monday through Thursday, and left early on Friday. He got two good pieces of news that week. His application (Which he hadn't finished or sent) had been accepted, and he was scheduled to start classes at Western State College in August. He was accepted into the Master's degree program for Environmental Management. He was also being awarded enough scholarship money that he wouldn't have to touch his savings account during the next two years. Jordan also heard that Megan Reese was completely moved to town, and had found Jordan an apartment in Gunnison next door to her own. She was ready to get started, and agreed to meet Jordan at the Taylor Park trading post on Saturday morning around 11. She wanted to travel to the land, in the hopes of meeting one of the Bigfoot Jordan had told her about. *** The weekend couldn't come fast enough for Jordan. He couldn't sleep Friday night, hoping that Megan would like his Bigfoot, and that his Bigfoot would like Megan. He had to admit being attracted to Megan, but he wondered how much Dr. Stein had told her about his sexual relationship with the female Bigfoot. He worried that she would be disgusted by it, and hoped that she didn't make trouble for him.