0 comments/ 65591 views/ 7 favorites A World of Trouble By: margo_x_x "It was a male, I'm sure of it. It looked just like the ones in the pictures." "Where did you put it?" "We didn't catch it. It got away." "How did that happen?" "Jen and Magda were on the flanks. They were busy." "We stopped as soon as we heard the call." "It ran right past them." "It didn't come that close to us, we would have seen it." "Oh, like you could see anything with those fat legs around your face." "I am not fat. You're fat." "Enough. Which way did it go?" "It seemed to be heading for Always Dry Creek." "Then we can still catch it. Gather the tribe." "Gather at the Food Temple, Wise Mother wants to speak." "Come on you two, Wise Mother wants to say something." "Don't stop, I'm almost there. We'll be right over. Oh, yes, oh, yes." "Hurry up." "Aaaarrrrhhhhhggggg!" "Where is everybody?" "Most of us are here, Wise Mother, the rest should be along shortly." "Here come two." "And two more." "I think that's everybody." "Where's Youshi?" "Magda and Jen went to get her. They may be a while." "See if you can hurry them up. It's getting hot out here." Jim clutched his side and sank to his knees. He hadn't been running long, but it felt like a marathon. A pebble-lined rut ran in front of him, and he crawled down into it. He scooped out a hole in the center and waited for it to fill. He never dreamed that water could taste so good. "We'll have to start without them if we want to be back before the food whistle." "Here they come." "Gather 'round, my children. There's a male in the forest, and I want us to catch it." "Yea, let's go." "Wait for me." "Stop! Come back. All of you come back right NOW!" "Yes, Wise Mother." "Sorry, Wise Mother." "The pictures tell us they can't think, like we do, but they are very strong and dangerous. I want us to catch it, but I don't want anyone to get hurt. We should do this just like a tribe war." "That'll be great. Can I be a scout?" "Me too. I've always wanted to be a scout." "No. This is like a real war party. Everybody takes their regular positions." "I can't wait to catch it. What'll we do with it?" "We can take it to Carnival. The other tribes will tear their hair when thy see what we have." "Carnival is two moons away. Won't its head explode before then?" "I don't know. Ask Wise Mother." "When will its head explode, Wise Mother?" "No one knows. The runes were sealed many Wise Mothers ago. All we know is what the pictures tell us." "All the pictures show is their heads exploding." "They show many other things too, but yes, their heads do explode." "Let's hurry. Maybe we can watch." An experiment had gone awry in the sub basement of Polytech. Jim had been fixing the Xerox machine, and Dave was escorting him so he wouldn't look at anything classified. The stasis field caught them both, and when it finally collapsed, they dropped ten feet to a primordial forests floor. Jim suffered a minor sprain in the fall, Dave escaped unscathed, but the Xerox machine was killed. Their hopes of finding their way back sank with the sun on the first evening. As the light faded, an alien vista filled the night sky. Stretching from one horizon to the other, a sparkling ring circled the Earth, and beyond the ring, the man in the moon had developed a wink. They spotted smoke the next morning, and found a village at its source an hour later. They watched from hiding for another hour as they argued. It looked more like the Garden of Eden than a primitive village. A great pot stood over a small fire, and sturdy looking tents were everywhere. Two squat buildings looked out of place in this setting. One of them was in among the clustered tents, the other stood off by itself in an open clearing. Half naked children ran about, their voices adding to the tranquility instead of piercing it, and young lovers were everywhere. Many were walking arm in arm, others held each other close, speaking softly and gazing into each other's eyes. It looked like a scene of pure utopia, except for one dissident note; they were all females. Jim's feet were killing him. He'd been favoring his sore ankle, and now he had a huge blister. "I still think we should walk right in," Dave said, "even if they are Amazon dykes. Besides, if I don't get something to eat, I'm going to start chewing your arm." "The men might be off fighting a war, somewhere. What would you do if you came back with a couple heads on your belt and found someone boffing your wife? "Anyone willing to leave that much pussy unattended deserves to be cuckolded." "We don't have a clue what's going on around here. If we wind up stepping in shit, there ain't no 911 to call." "Don't be a pussy. Come to think of it, why am I sitting here talking to a pussy like you, when there's a town full of pussy like that? Stay here sucking your feet if you want. I'm going to get me some food, and then I'm going to get laid." "Isn't this exciting?" "It looked just like the ones in the pictures." "You saw it?" "It ran right past us." "Why didn't you catch it?" "Magda wouldn't get off. You know how she gets. Stop it, Magda!" "Ow, let go of my hair, Youshi." "We are a war party. No playing." "Where's your head-thunker?" "I forgot it. That's why I have to carry all this rope." "Shhh, what's that?" "It's a red-eye war party." "Quick, go tell Wise Mother." "Won't they be surprised?" "Wise Mother, the Red-eyes are sneaking up on our village." "Quick, tell everybody. Keep it quiet. We'll jump them at the fold." "The Red-eyes are going to shit when we all jump out at them." Jim got his shoes and socks on as Dave stood up, walked around the rock, and boomed out; "Hello, ladies." Jim crawled to the other side of the rock and peeked out from under a bush. Two girls who had been kissing a few yards away stopped and gawked at him. One of the kids screamed at the top of her lungs, and ran yelling something unintelligible into the village center. Tent flaps were opening, and heads popped out everywhere. There were far more of them than they had suspected. Dave showed them that he had nothing in his hands, then stretched out his hand and waited. The two of them looked at his hand, but didn't touch it. They didn't seem afraid; they looked excited. The nearer ones had gathered around him, and one of them reached out and touched his shoulder. They were chattering a mile a minute, but Jim couldn't understand a word of it. Dave offered his hand to the one who had touched him, but she avoided it. Another one touched him from behind, and soon he was staggering as one after another reached in, pushed him, and then skipped away. More and more kept gathering, and one pulled out a foot long stick with a knob at the end. She hit Dave in the shoulder with it. "Hay, what the hell was that for?" Dave said. The hubbub died down a bit, and the girl who had hit him seemed surprised. She hit him again, harder. "Knock it off!" Dave said, and ripped the stick out of her hand. They all gasped, and suddenly thirty or forty sticks were raised. They all started hitting Dave with their sticks. "Ow, shit, fuck, damn it," Dave snarled as the little knobs hit him from every direction. He was fighting back, and girls were flying everywhere. He hit one with a brutal backhand, and she screamed as she went down. There was a shocked silence as they all looked at the girl on the ground. She was holding her nose, and blood was gushing out between her fingers. She took several deep, sobbing breaths, and started screaming at Dave in her foreign tongue. The others started screaming as well, and the attack was renewed with a vengeance. Dave tried to break free, but the women weren't having any part of that. They were pissed, and Dave was paying a heavy price for it. Even the girl with the bloody nose got up and followed the battle to the center of the village. Dave was getting the shit kicked out of him, and more were pouring in from every direction. Jim couldn't see Dave in the throng until they lifted him over their heads and plunged him head first into the giant pot. Five or six were holding his ankles as water splashed everywhere, and more grabbed hold as they gathered around. Jim couldn't see what was happening any more, and neither could the ones on the periphery. They kept jumping to get a peek, but Jim stayed under his bush. A cheer went up, and then another. Several pairs of girls wrapped their arms around each other and jumped around in circles. The sounds of celebration grew fainter as Jim made his way away from the village. He wondered if Dave would be their main coarse tonight, or a delicacy for desert. "Shh, here they come." "Not yet, not yet, wait until they're all in the fold. Just a little longer." "Come on, slow pokes." "NOW!" "Charge!" "I yi, yi, yi, yi, yaaa!" "Ieeee-ya!" "Ow!" "Ouch, stop it." "I give, I give." "We give." "Thought you'd catch us napping, huh?" "How did you know we were coming?" "We're not telling." "Assume the position." "This isn't fair." "Kiss it." "Don't you White-tops ever wipe?" "I've been saving it for you. Hurry up, I'm starting to itch." "Yuck." "Okay, we'll take her, and her, and you, my little sweetie, and those two." "I always get picked. It isn't fair." "Come on, losers. Go to our village, we'll be back in a little bit." "We might be late for the food whistle. Could you start stacking it until we get back?" "Sure." "Thanks, we'll be back as soon as we can." "See you at the Carnival, Red-eyes." "See ya, White-tops." "Did you see their faces?" "We got them good." "I farted on mine." "You didn't." "Uh-huh." "You're disgusting." "Yea." "This has been a great day. Let's go get that male and make it perfect." "I found some tracks." "Those are very strange tracks." "If you cut your sandals the way the red-eyes do, you would make tracks close to these." "What would it be doing with sandals, red-eye or otherwise?" "Someone dressed it. It had clothes all over its body. They were tattered and torn, but it hadn't gotten them off yet." "Who would do such a thing?" "I think it's funny." "You would." "It went this way." It had been six days since he'd seen the last of Dave. He could still see his feet desperately kicking, and hear the cheers of the bloodthirsty women. He woke in cold sweats from dreams where half naked smiling women held him over a huge pot and licked their chops as they lowered him head first into the boiling caldron. He had escaped from some kind of hunting party, but could ill afford the energy it took. He couldn't imagine what they were hunting. He hadn't seen so much as a rabbit the entire week. What kind of forest was this? There were no birds, no deer, no rabbits, skunks, chipmunks or squirrels. There were insects aplenty, but even they didn't act right. None of them were interested in him. It was as if he wasn't in a forest at all. It was more like he was in a park that had gone slightly to seed. Hunger had become more than just a problem. It was a constant knife twisting in his gut. He'd found a bush filled with purple berries three days ago, and found that they tasted familiar. He ate every one, and was thinking about eating the green ones when his stomach started to churn. He kept his feast down, but left the green ones to ripen. He hadn't found anything edible since. He didn't see the hunting party until it was right on top of him. They were just as surprised to see him, and they reacted much slower. Several tried to chase him, but he left them in the dust. Now that he'd made his escape, and quenched his thirst, the cost of his flight was taking its toll. He slumped against a tree as the world spun around him. "There it is." "Where?" "By the tree, the big one, over there." "Is it dead?" "I don't know. Its head seems okay." "It might just be taking a nap." "We can just sneak up on it." "No. Wise Mother wants a council when we spot it." "Should we sneak up on it, Wise Mother?" "No. Both girls who chased it before were very fast, but it ran like the wind and left them standing still." "Yes, truly. Look how long and thin its legs are. A creature like that must be built for speed." "How can we catch something like that?" "We shall make a great circle around it. When the circle is complete, we will move in slowly and quietly. Woe to the one who breaks a twig or clatters a rock." Jim drifted back. He could hear a faint murmur off to his right, and willed himself to his feet. He turned his back to the dry creek and squinted down his back trail. His heart stopped when he saw twelve or so women, frozen in their tracks not ten yards away. He knew he couldn't take twelve of them. In his condition, he'd be lucky to fight off two, but there was an equalizer on the ground, and he picked it up. "Arrrggh," he snarled, and whacked the rotten branch against a tree. The end went flying off, but it was an impressive show, nonetheless. The women all stumbled back a step. "Arrr," he growled again, and fainted at them. They all jumped, and their eyes went as wide as saucers, but they weren't giving ground. Jim started backing away from them, and yelled; "boo" every time they started to follow. He kept scaring them, but they wouldn't leave him the hell alone. His skin started to crawl when he heard the whispering behind him. It felt like his neck was rusted as he tried to turn his head, and his eyes panned a solid line of women three hundred and sixty degrees around him. They were all holding little sticks over their heads, and the sticks all had knobs on the end. "Oh, shit," Jim said, dropping his log and trying to protect his head with his hands and arms. His legs buckled and he sank to the ground. He was in a fetal position when the first woman hit him with her stick. "Why'd you hit it again?" "It didn't give." "It can't give, stupid. It's a male. It's like you, it doesn't have any brains." "It did give up. Look at the way it curled up in a ball. That's giving up." "I only tapped it." "You stink." "Did you see the way it broke that tree?" "I told you they were strong." "What if it hurts one of the children?" "We'd have to kill it." "It would be a little late, then." "That's what the rope's for. We tie it up, and stake it out in the village. Some of the pictures show how to do it. They use a t-shaped rune to tie them on, but we can just stake it out in the grass." "Get those clothes off it. They look ridiculous." "Eek." "What's the matter?" "It won't let me touch it." "Show it your head-knocker again." "That's better. Damn, it did it again. Can I hit it?" "Yes, but not hard." "It took my head-knocker away." "What?" "It threw it over there." "That's it. Just hold it down, get those stupid clothes off it, and tie it up. Get something in its mouth so it doesn't bite anyone." "Look at this." "What is it?" "It looks like a little baby maker." "Let me see." "Watch out." "Ouch." "The food whistle. We have to get back." "What'll we do with the male?" "You go ahead. I'll bring it back." "You can't carry it back by yourself, Youshi." "Sure I can. I want to. Go ahead." "Come on everybody, or we'll be hungry tomorrow." "Hello, male. You're not going to give me any trouble, are you?" Jim watched as all but one healthy looking blonde ran off into the forest. He was still trying to come to grips with the fact that he hadn't been hacked to death. The blonde would be a knockout in anyone's world, and a porn king couldn't arrange the way she was wearing her clothes any better. She had what could only be called a sling for her top. It went behind her neck in two loops, and what cloth there was supported the under side of her ample breasts. Her nipples were unencumbered, and they brushed him frequently as she tried to get him up. Her dress was a thing of wet dreams too. It started just under her waist, and only covered her pussy when she was standing still. The back of the dress was the same length as the front, but it had further to go. The cheeks of her ass always hung below the hem. She was talking to him in what sounded like a cross between singing and baby talk. It was pleasant and soothing to hear, and he wanted desperately to sink into those lovely blue eyes. But similar voices had broken into cheers as Dave drowned in a cooking pot. He didn't fight her, but he didn't help her much either. What little strength he had he wanted to save for a possible escape. She got him propped up against a tree, and held him there with both hands. She kept looking him up and down, and was clearly amazed by his height. She looked about five foot eight, and had clearly been one of the tallest of the women. At six two, Jim would have towered over her without standing on the trees roots. She kept talking to him, saying something about how tall he was, he assumed, when, without warning, she grabbed his dick. She got him back up against the tree again, showed him her hand, and moved slowly as she touched his dick again. She started to giggle, but stopped as soon as he got hard. Pecker playtime was obviously over, and she started trying to find a way to carry him. Her first idea took care of his erection. She tried to force her hip between his legs and pull him up on it. That might work for small children who could wrap their legs around her, but she nearly busted his balls. His yells finally convinced her it wouldn't work. Her next try wasn't nearly as bad for him, but she wasn't able to do it for long. She had wrapped her arms around, under his butt, and lifted him up. She actually got much further than he would have thought before she let him slide back to the ground. She was panting as she held him upright in the silent forest, and his erection was back. She was a game little trooper, and gave it another try. She pulled his bound arms over her shoulder as she turned her back, and pulled him up as she bent over. Jim really liked this one, as his dick rested on the crack of her ass. Problem was, his ankles were tied together, and he had to either let his feet drag on the ground, which hurt, or lift his legs, which made it hard for her to keep going. She never gave up, and although she was gasping for breath by the time they got there, she never stopped talking to him the entire way. Jim was starting to recognize some of the sounds from her ceaseless chatter, and was starting to root for her in spite of himself. They had made good time on this last leg of the journey, with him draped across her shoulders in a modified fireman's carry. He could see her village thru the trees, but she stopped short of the clearing and lowered him to the ground. She sat on his belly, facing his dick, and twisted around to show him her hand. She had done this on several of her breaks, and all it ment was; "brace yourself, I'm going to touch your dick again." This time she grabbed his balls and pulled them up hard enough to make him grunt. Then she started probing around behind his balls with her finger and searched all the way up to his ass hole. Satisfied that he wasn't hiding a pussy back there, she flopped down on the ground and rested her head on his chest. "Youshi, we were just coming to look for you." "Wow, you got it all the way back here by yourself." "Look at its thing. It's sticking up. It almost looks like a real baby maker now." "Its been going up and down like that all the way back." "Did you use it as a handle?" "No. It's very delicate. You have to show it your hand before you can even touch it." A World of Trouble "Does it get any bigger?" "A little. Watch. First, show it your hand, and then you can touch it. If you rub it, it gets bigger." Jim was getting very frustrated. The way they had tied the miles of rope around him, he couldn't get his hands closer than six inches to his dick. The blonde was getting very good at giving him a raging hard on, but once she did, she'd just stare at it. Now she was doing it in front of two other women, and they were watching as if she was showing them how to dissect a frog. It was humiliating as hell. Both of these women looked older than the girl who'd been carrying him, and one of them had stretch marks on her belly. The mystery of the children grew deeper, especially in light of their unfamiliarity with what a dick was for. Both of them stuck their hands in his face, and he braced himself for the onslaught. "Yikes, what the hell was that?" "Oh, yuck. I've got it all over my face." "You've got it in your hair too." "Get it off me, get it off." "I think its baby juice, Youshi." "No." "If feels the same. It tastes like it too." "Let me taste." "It doesn't taste like anything." "Neither did the baby juice that started Nina." "Aw, Nina." "She lost a tooth last night. Now both the front ones are missing." "I'll bet that looks adorable." "So it is a baby maker, only smaller." "Maybe this is what they used before they invented the real baby makers." "What are you doing, Youshi?" "Seeing if it works." "You can't do it like that. It has to go much deeper. That's why baby makers are so big. That's probably why they stopped using males as baby makers." "Only one way to find out. Damn." "What's the matter, Youshi?" "It's broke." "You didn't show it your hand." "Oh, yeh. No, it's still not working." "Let me try." "Don't forget to show it your hands." "It's still not working. What a waste. No wonder they stopped using males." "Ha, baby juice on your face. That's a good one." "At least I didn't try to make a baby in my ass, Magda." "Shut up, Youshi." The blondes name was Youshi. There was a hint of Asia in her eyes, but he could plainly see that she was a natural blonde, and the orient was not famous for deep blue eyes. The redhead's name was Magda, and the one with sandy blonde hair and stretch marks was named Jen. The actual words weren't that complex, once he got used to them, but he didn't have a handle on why their voices went up and down in set patterns. He remembered reading that Chinese sounded "sing-song" to western ears because the pitch used ment something, and wondered if that had something to do with it. They stretched his arms out over his head and staked him to the ground in the middle of the village. Every time one of the kids came near him, several adults would rush over and keep their sticks at the ready. They were very protective of the children, and it showed in many ways besides that. An outsider would have a hard time figuring out which child belonged to whom. They all seemed to dote on every child, and as Jim started to recognize them, he realized that there weren't that many. However they went about getting pregnant, it wasn't working very well. He might be falling for their tricks, but he was feeling less threatened as time went on. They'd probably kick his balls up around his ears if he so much as hollered at one of their kids, but other than that, he couldn't imagine them hurting him. They hadn't even hurt him with those sticks. It had stung, but they'd have to hit twice as hard to leave a bruise. They'd only hit him three times, and they'd hollered at one girl for the second one. Come to think of it, the girls at the other village hadn't been hitting Dave all that hard until after he broke that girl's nose. Could it be that he had died because he wouldn't take their version of a spanking? There was too much he needed to know about this new Earth. He was going to spend the rest of his life here, and unless he learned the pitfalls, it might be a short stay. Youshi was coming over with a bowl. One whiff and his stomach started grumbling. On his old Earth, a girl this gorgeous would never give a shmuck like him a second glance, but on this Earth, she was doing everything but turn herself inside out for him. She was hot for him, and she didn't even know it. He hadn't spoken because he didn't know their tongue. That was going to change. Unless he learned to communicate, they'd always think of him as nothing more than a dangerous animal. "Thank you," he said, when she took the stick out of his mouth. "How can it eat so much?" "How can so much food fit in such a thin body?" "Look at the way it tries to copy us." "That one almost sounded like a word." "It's pretending to talk." "I'll bet I can make it say a word." "You're on. I'll rub you until you are happy if you make it say a real word." "And if I can't?" "You have to rub me, and I won't rub you back. I'll get up and laugh at you when I'm done." "Deal. Go wash your hands." "Don't be so confident. I might have dirty hands all the way to breakfast, and your hands will be all white and puckered." "We'll see. Say food. Food." "Food," Jim said. Youshi sat down with a thump and her mouth popped open. "Sky?" "Sky," Jim said, following her upraised finger. "Ground." "Ground," Jim said, patting his bound hand on the dirt. "I thought you two were feeding the male." "In a minute." "I lost a bet." "Do you want me to feed it?" "That's okay. We'll feed it some more when she's done." "Okay. What was the bet?" "That I couldn't make it say a real word." "You made it say a real word?" "Three! I made it say three real words. Now Jen has to make me happy three times." "That wasn't the bet." "Youshi, that's amazing. How did you do it? Have you told Wise Mother?" "That is amazing, isn't it? I'll tell Wise Mother right now." "Are we done?" "No. We'll finish later." "Okay." "It talks, it talks." "It what?" "The thing. It can talk. I taught it to talk." "Can they be trained?" "I don't know. It seems smart." "I don't know. Lets see what you've done." "Sky." "Sky, ground, food," Jim said, "food, food, food." "Amazing, it's not just mimicking the sounds, it knows what they mean." "How did you teach it so quickly?" "I don't know. It was like magic." "Can you make it do other tricks?" "I haven't tried yet, but I bet I could." "It would be nice if it did tricks at Carnival." "If the tricks were good enough, we could sell it for a fortune." "Before its head explodes." "Yes, but they must be good tricks." "I can do it. I will teach it the best tricks ever." "All listen. Youshi is now the keeper of the male. In all things with the male, she is the Wise Mother." Jim realized that they had no concept of the existence of a language other than their own. They were impressed by the few words he'd spoken, because they thought he didn't have the intelligence to learn speech. He had to do more than just learn their language, he had to convince them he was an equal and should be treated as such. "Thank you for the food, Youshi," Jim said. He used English for all the words except food and Youshi. She seemed surprised and delighted. She repeated his two words back to him, and he thanked her again. She gave him a big smile, and giggled. God, she was cute. If he could convince just this one living doll he was more than an animal, he'd be happy. She looked around guiltily, and then straddled his face. "Youshi food," she said and plopped her pussy on his mouth. "I could learn to love this place," Jim said, making no effort to correct her misunderstanding. "No, no, no, male. Do it right." "I'm going to whack you if you keep being silly." "Stretch your tongue out. It's all bunched up like a knot." "Do the New Friend game so your tongue loosens up." "No. Not like that. Haven't you ever played the New Friend game?" "Watch." "No, no, no. That's silly." "Watch close. I'll do it again, slow." "Touch your left cheek, touch your right, meet a new friend in the night. Touch your chin, cover your nose, squeeze your nostrils so it shows. Wiggle up, wiggle down, now a new friend you have found." "Now you try it." "Touch your left cheek." "No, you have to stick it out more. Stick it out and twist it like this." "You're not doing it right. Open your mouth, stick it out, come on, more." "How come your tongue is so small? What good is that? Is that why you talk so funny?" Jim's pride in his oral abilities died a horrible death. It was very likely that he was now the worst muff diver on the entire planet. She was still letting him eat her, but he had the distinct feeling that she would have started leafing thru magazines if there had been a coffee table nearby. As it was, she just folded her arms and started looking around. He was feeling like a total fool when she suddenly squealed with delight and jumped up. She had spotted his erection, and pounced on it like a hungry cat. She lined it up, and then impaled herself so violently that he thought she'd broken it. He picked up another word from her then. He repeated it twice to make sure he had it right. The way things were going, he might have to use this one a lot. "Ouch!" Jim had popped his first cherry. It might have been his misconceptions about lesbian lovemaking, but he had never considered the possibility that he'd be piercing a hymen among these sexually active women. Didn't Lesbians ram their entire fists inside each other? Didn't that girl in "Chasing Amy" say they crammed their arms in up to the elbows? Once she got over the shock of having hurt herself, Youshi started bouncing up and down on him like a pogo stick. It was time for Jim to be the teacher and Youshi the student. "Ouch, ouch, ouch," Jim said in time with her bounces. She stopped, a concerned look on her face. Jim's thrusts were far slower, and he said, "food," every time he went in. She giggled, but understood what he ment. She taught him another word, and he was fairly certain it ment "nice." Jim thought it was the best fuck of his life. He was bitterly disappointed that she didn't come close to having an orgasm. Her attitude was completely the opposite. She whooped as soon as he came and dove to the ground next to him. She used his chest to prop herself up, and soon had her shoulders in the grass and her legs sticking up in the air. She was grinning at him with wide, innocent, euphoria. She taught him another word. She taught it to him as she gently stroked his chest with one hand. She cooed it to him as she gazed into his eyes and rubbed her belly. "Baby," she said, repeatedly, "baby." A fist to the throat couldn't match this emotional sledgehammer. An eddy of pathos was flowing in this tranquil stream. She was ripping his heart out, and he couldn't even put his arms around her, or hide his face. "What's all the excitement?" "Youshi is having a baby." "Yes, I'm pregnant. I have a baby. The male gave it to me last night." "That's wonderful. Can I feel it?" "Somebody tell Wise Mother." "How do you know?" "I caught all of its baby juice. There was a lot. That's why I have this on, otherwise it would still be leaking out." "Youshi, dear, may I speak with you?" "Come over here, Wise Mother. Have you heard?" "Yes, dear. Could your girls leave us alone a moment?" "Isn't this exciting? It isn't even baby night yet, and Youshi is pregnant." "Is it true?" "Yes." "Hey, everybody, Youshi's going to have a baby." Jim felt sick. Youshi stood in the center of a growing crowd, and an idiot could see why they were so excited. They were feeling her belly, some even putting their ear to it, and none of them seemed able to stand still. A five-year-old ran over and wrapped her arms around his neck. She had been hugging him for a while before any of the women noticed. Two came over, obviously nervous, and were telling the kid to do something. The kid got petulant and tried to stick her hand in Jim's mouth. Jim understood what was going on and let her put her hand in. Then he showed them his teeth, closed them enough to touch both sides of the kids wrists, and left them that way until the kid pulled her hand out. Kids can say, "I told you so," in several languages, long before they can talk. At least they'd know that he wouldn't hurt the children, now what to do about everybody thinking Youshi was knocked up after one fuck. The older woman, the one they called Wise Mother, was glaring at him. He shrugged his shoulders, and shook his head. She snorted, and then turned away. Her head shot back in a classic double take, and Jim winked at her. "What's the matter, Wise Mother?" "You look like you got the final food whistle." "No. It's nothing." "Are you feeling all right?" "Youshi, please listen. Baby juice doesn't take every time. You know that." "It took. I know it did. I can feel it growing." "You can't know anything after just a few hours." "Yes I can. It's right here. I'm going to have a baby." "Get the weavers. I want them to fashion a rope for its ankles that will let it walk, but won't let it run. Make another one for its hands so it can't untie its legs. I want the rest of those ropes off it so it can walk among us. It will also sleep in a tent tonight." "It sleeps in my tent tonight." "Yes, it could sleep in your tent, Youshi, but . ." "It's settled. It sleeps in my tent." "Youshi, don't cut its ropes yet. The weavers aren't ready." "It will wait until they are ready." "It might run away." "It won't run away from me." The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. The knife was being used to cut Jim's ropes, however, and he was so stiff she had to help him to his feet. He stretched and growled, and with the way he towered over them, most of them took a step back. Youshi took a step closer and stood as tall as she could next to him. He patted her backside, damn he'd wanted to do that for a long time, and walked to the nearest tree. He could see her holding her breath, nervously, but she was holding her arms up, telling the others to let him be. He stepped behind the tree and nearly collapsed with relief as he emptied his bladder for the first time in eighteen hours. She was jumping up and down, and clapping her fists together by the time he had jogged back to her. "It's time for me to make my move, Youshi," he said in English, "It might look a little over dramatic, but I think it's the right way to play it. Keep your fingers crossed for me." He took Youshi by the hand and brought her with him as he walked up to Wise Mother. Sinking to one knee, he took her hand, held it tight enough that she'd have to make a scene to pull it free, and kissed the back of her hand. When he stood again, he saw many of the expressions he'd seen on his own mothers face throughout his childhood. Affection, understanding, and "what am I going to do with you, you sweet talking monster?" The rest of the tribe took it just as he'd wanted them to take it. The two girls who were fashioning ropes to tie him with, tossed them away, and the others started their incessant jumping and chattering as they closed in around him like a flock of birds. For the first time since landing on this new Earth, his feeling of foreboding was starting to slip away. He was just taking a deep breath of relief when Youshi blew a gasket. She was single handedly clearing a two-foot circle around him with slaps and a temper tantrum, when Wise Mother rushed up and put a stop to it. The two squared off, and Jim didn't have to understand their words to know that he'd better intervene. He grabbed Youshi and started dragging her away. She resisted, trying to get in the last word, so he lengthened his stride and pulled her with him. He had just pulled her past the edge of the crowd when she whacked him in the shoulder with her stick. He stopped, glared at her, pulled the stick out of her hand and put it back in her belt. Then he jerked her arm and dragged her the rest of the way to the nearest tent. Jim didn't know what to do next. He couldn't just barge into a tent at random, and standing there wasn't the grand exit he needed. Youshi was a total wreck, and wouldn't be any help at all. She was standing with her head down and wouldn't look at anyone. Everyone knew she'd made a fool of herself, and the way she was folding in on herself told him that she knew it better than anyone. Jim's mind worked, but his left side wasn't helping. Doing what he felt like doing finally saved him. He pulled her close, put her head on his shoulder, and gently patted her as she fell apart. He tried to keep the others back with a raised palm, but they ignored him and piled in. Wise Mother gave him a wane smile as he looked out at her from the center of a huge, blubbering, group hug. "Your voice makes my hair stand on end, but I can tell what you want to say. How long will it take until you can speak as we do?" "I never will, Wise Mother. The voice of your people is music, and my voice is a tree breaking in the wind. The words I know come from Youshi. She speaks to me when the sun shines and when it is dark. When the wind blows, she speaks to me, and when it stops, she speaks more. She has not stopped talking to me since the crying time, and I think she will keep talking after she goes to sleep. She even talks to me when I have to squat standing up." "You have become a strange kind of best friend to her. She guards you like a sick child that can't be saved. Something has changed in the village and I wish my Wise Mother were here to council me." "I am a best friend to you and all of this village. I don't want any more great cries. But my world has changed, and because of that, your world will change too. . . . . .What's happening?" "We are invaded. Enemies are in the village." Jim burst out of the tent and into the chaos. A good fifty women had invaded the village, and girls from both sides were whacking each other with their little sticks. The enemy girls were easy to spot; they all had blue eye shadow, and a matching blue line on their foreheads. There weren't near enough of them to conquer the village, but they were winning against the thirty or so they were fighting. Jim dove into the fray, but couldn't bring himself to hurt anyone. It looked and sounded like a war, but the simple fact was that no one was really getting hurt. He got whacked several times before he came up with his battle tactic. He started taking the stupid sticks away from the enemy soldiers. The battle was over in no time after that. The enemy girls were all on their knees and glaring at him as he dumped his collection of sticks in a pile, and the girls from his village each picked an enemy and stood in front of them. "Wise Mother, would you mind telling me what the hell's going on here?" Jim said. "They lost," she said, "They are debased and must show it." Jim watched as one after another of his villages girls bent over and spread their ass cheeks. The enemy girls then kissed them right on the pucker. The kiss was held until the victor girl stood up strait again. The victors didn't rub it in, so to speak, but they didn't rush themselves that much either. "And if they'd won, we would have had to kiss their butts?" "Of course." "That's it? You have wars to see who kisses whose ass?" "No, of course not. Don't be ridiculous. If they had won, they would have taken five of our girls. We're not taking five of theirs because we already have five prisoners for this month. We got them just before we caught you." A World of Trouble "Please be patient with me. Why is there a limit of five prisoners and where do you keep them?" "We don't keep them anywhere. She's one, and there's another. I don't see any of the others. We only take five because that's all we need." "For what?" "For baby night. It's something called "Genetics," and we always try to get baby juice from other tribes." The word "Genetics" was mispronounced, but it was in English. He was starting to get a handle on the how they reproduced, but he needed more information. "You'll get baby juice from your prisoners?" "Yes." "What happens to them after that?" "They go home." "So they're okay and everything?" "No. Most of the time, they're sad because nothing took. But sometimes it does take and we have a big dance. The one who gave the baby juice wears the flowers and gives the baby her name." "What will those girls do?" "They'll have to use their own girls, unless they can win by tomorrow night. They can't attack us again until next month." "I shouldn't have interfered," Jim said, softly. She started to say something, something to reassure him, but fell silent instead. He was startled when she drew close and put her hand on his shoulder. "Were you a Wise Mother in your world?" "No," Jim said, and chuckled, "but that's the nicest thing you could have said to me. I'd like to see these pictures I keep hearing about. Would my looking at them be a bad thing in your world?" "No, but they might frighten you. They show males like you getting their last food whistle in a terrible way." "I know. Their heads explode." "Hello, Youshi. Were you in the battle?" "Yes. I was winning when Jim took all their head-thunkers away. You should have seen how mad they were. Magda farted on hers again." "That's not very nice." "I know, but it gets funnier every time." "She won't be happy when they do it back to her." "They can't. If Jim takes away their head-thunkers, we'll never loose again." "Wise Mother and I have decided that I should not do that again." "Why not?" "Show me the pictures, Youshi. I think the answers are there." "Okay. Would you like to come, Wise Mother?" "Yes. I want to look at the pictures again, and perhaps the runes will unlock if the male comes near." "Of course, why didn't we think of that before? The runes must have locked when all the males went away, that's it, isn't it?" "I don't know." "That's it. I bet it is. I'll bet they all unlock as soon as Jim gets there." "We'll see." It was always warm in this place, but icicles ran up and down Jim's spine as he read the magic runes. The pictures were only of passing interest. They were caricatures of men dying as their heads blew up. They were just an exaggerated warning to keep men away from the baby center when the radiation started. The machine in the baby centers used the same technology as the weapon that had killed every male mammal on Earth. They had somehow converted it from the killer of humanity, to its last chance of survival. The magic runes were line after line of words floating beneath a hard, clear plaque set in the ground. It was all in English, and told a story to awful to believe. The friendly wink the man in the moon had developed was actually the charred remains of the perpetrators of the great atrocity. Their stores of animal embryos were burned to a crisp along with the men who thought they'd repopulate the Earth with their own seed. They thought they had killed the old Earth, but in her death throws, mother Earth struck back. The debris of that final conflict still circled the world in sparkling rings of torn metal. "What's the matter?" "Nothing, Youshi. Nothing." "Come away. The pictures are false. You won't die, I won't let you." "It's okay, Youshi. The pictures are nothing. They're just warning that men can't get close to the baby center when it goes on. Whatever it does that gives you babies hurts something in men's heads and they die. As long as I stay away from it on baby night, my head will be fine." "Baby night is tonight! We have to get you away from here." "Calm down. According to this, some kind of line starts glowing before the thing kicks in. As long as I stay outside that line, nothing will happen." "That's what that line is for. The runes are telling you all this? Why have they unlocked for you, and we still see nothing but lines?" "Those lines are from my time, my world. We could talk with those lines, and the people who made the Food Temple and the Baby Temple left these words to tell what they'd done, and why." It had been a melancholy afternoon for Jim. Lost in introspection, he'd sent one girl after another away when they came up and put their hands in front of his face. One girl didn't bother with this formality, and when he tried to brush her away, she latched on to his nut sack with both hands and wouldn't let go. Youshi came running when she heard him yell, and immediately started beating the shit out of the girl. Not only was she being as violent as the ones who took Dave down, she didn't stop when the girl gave up. She put a hell of a knot on the girl's head before they were able to drag her off. "She hit me. She hit me with a head-thunker right in the head. Look at that bump." "Who hit you?" "Youshi." "She was hurting my male." "It's not yours, Youshi." "I wasn't hurting it anyway. I was just playing with its baby maker thing." "You were yanking it like a root bush. You almost tore it off. Didn't you hear it screaming?" "She hit me really hard. I think I'm bleeding." "Let me take a look at it." "No. We're going home. I'm telling our Wise Mother on you. You'll be sorry." "You can't go home. You are prisoners, besides, baby night is tonight." "You should have thought about that before you started hitting us." "Look, we're sorry. I'll go talk with your Wise Mother tomorrow, and we'll think of a punishment for Youshi. Please don't go." "I don't care what the others do. I'm going home. Youshi's gotten mean since that male has been around." "Good riddance. Go home and don't come back." "Youshi, go over there and be quiet." "If she ever hurts him again, I'll pull all her hair out and replace every one with a bump." "Magda, sit on her if you have to. I want her to sit down and shut up." "I'm okay, Youshi. Calm down. Come here, honey." "The rest of you will stay, won't you?" "Yes, we'll stay. She always gets people mad at her, but Youshi shouldn't have hit her." "Yes, I know dear. Thank you for staying." "I didn't want to go. I've never been a mad one before. I've been looking foreword to it." "You know you won't remember anything you did, don't you?" "I know, but everyone seems to be a little different after they've been mad. Sexier, you know?" "Yes, dear, I know. But you're very sexy already." "We only have four now, Youshi." "I know. I'm sorry. She was really hurting Jim, though." "I'll get over it. The girls don't understand that I'm a little delicate down there. I don't think she ment to hurt me." "That still leaves us one short. Since it's your fault, you have to take her place, Youshi." "Yes, Wise Mother." It was a good thing that the warnings had been so explicit. With Jim's technical background, he was dying to get close and see how the baby center worked. He had a rough idea what the final picture would look like, but he was still sorting through the pieces of the puzzle. He was well back from the Temple. Youshi had made him promises not to come any closer. He could see her standing with the other four girls by the temple door. The girls were uncharacteristically shy about going into detail about what went on on baby night. Even these bold vixens were modest when it came to real procreation. He got his best information on that count from one of the kids: "They run around and scream a lot," she had said. Even now, he could see a few of the naked girls waiting in front of the temple glance shyly over their shoulders at him. It was the first time they'd ever made him feel like a voyeur. He could feel the tension as the moment drew near. Somehow, the machine in there would take over the minds of the five girls. It would force them to get DNA from there own bodies and put it into some type of syringe. The shape of that syringe was a touch of humor lost on the people of this time, but he had gotten the joke as soon as he understood the term; "baby maker." Once the girls had loaded their DNA into the cock shaped syringes, the machine sent them out like zombies to squirt some "baby juice" into whatever hole they came upon. The success rate was not very high. Some girls got juice squirted down their throats; Magda was one of many who had got it squirted up their ass. Even the ones who got it in the right hole didn't conceive that often. The white-top tribe he now belonged to had absorbed the Ming-lo tribe so there'd be enough to keep a real village. They weren't a bunch of foolish girls who wanted to be mommies. It wasn't just the ticking of a biological clock. Their desperation was the screeching nails of the human race, clawing at the walls of the pit, as humanity was pulled down into oblivion. A low electronic hum started, and was soon joined by a slightly higher one. More joined in and the Baby Temple started to glow. He could see Youshi. She was the tallest of the five. They were all naked, the five at the temple, and the ones waiting in front of them. She was also frightened. Jim's eyes darted to the other four. They were all terrified. "What the hell's going to happen to them? Why are they afraid? What's going to happen to them?" "We didn't want you to see this," Wise Mother said, "We even planed how we could trick you and tie you up again. We all know it's a mystery that you should not see, but we didn't know how to stop you without hurting you. I asked you before not to watch this, but you pretended not to hear me. I ask you again. Turn your back, cover your ears, I'll walk with you into the deep woods and sing you to sleep." "What's going to happen to Youshi?" "She'll go mad. She'll try to put baby juice in the girls who get close to her. She'll become a fierce beast with no mind." "Then why is that one crying and shaking like a leaf?" "Sometimes they hurt themselves, sometimes they hurt each other, and they always hurt some of the girls. It's something you shouldn't watch. It's the pain we must suffer to bring forth life. It's worth the price for us, but you shouldn't have to watch." "Youshi," Jim yelled at the top of his lungs. Her eyes locked on him instantly across the distance. She opened her mouth, and then disappeared as a curtain of green irradiance swept past her. A red line, shot with white sparks had sprung up from the ground. This was the line of death for men. Behind it, a green dome sat on the ground, and nothing was visible thru it. The girls who wanted to get pregnant, numbering in the hundreds, rose as one and moved toward the glowing green and red. The green thinned and dissipated, as the red darkened and went out. Everything was bathed in a yellow/white light from an unknown source. All five had moved under the green dome. Two were on the far left and nearly behind the building. They started fighting as soon as they saw each other. One was on the far right, and was wandering off into the trees. The forth was in the doorway of the temple. Her back was to them, and she soon disappeared inside. Youshi had moved strait ahead under the green dome, and was already among the girls. The kid was right about the running a screaming. Mobs of girls went running after each of the wayward zombies, all of them screaming and waving their arms as they ran. The ones near Youshi screamed and waved their arms too, but they ran around in front of her. Jim could hardly recognize the slack jawed face of Youshi. There was nothing in her eyes but feral madness. She lashed out at a nearby girl, and Jim saw the girls feet cut an arc in the air as Youshi drove her to the ground. Jim thought he saw her dry humping the girl before the others closed in and blocked his view. Her head popped up an instant later, and he watched, as she seemed to sniff the air, and turned completely around. She ignored the girls crowding around her, and kept searching. Her eyes swept past him once, swept past him on the return, and then finally locked on him. Step by step, like the night of the living dead, she moved toward him. Girls who got in the way were thrown aside like rag dolls. Silence had fallen, and Jim realized that all five had locked onto him. The others were a long way off, but Youshi was only a hundred yards. "Oh, my god," Wise Mother said, "Run, Jim. Run." "What's the matter? What's going on?" "Get out of here. Run as fast as you can." She pushed him, and Youshi rose to the balls of her feet. The dead stare wasn't in Youshi's eyes as it had been before. There was something else there; blind, animal lust. Something inside told him to take Wise Mother's advice. He was frozen in a fight or flight mode, when Youshi took another step and he saw something bounce. It was like a dream, where his mind told his body, but his body didn't respond. Dropping his eyes those few degrees cost him a fortune in will power. Youshi had a cock. Not a large citreous, not even a normal male appendage. She had a bulging veined twelve-inch monster with cum dripping out of its enlarged pee hole. A sack bigger than his fist dangled below it, and the whole thing swayed to the right as her left foot took another step. "Jim," she said, clear as day, as saliva dripped off the tongue hanging out of her mouth. Jim turned and ran for his life. An inhuman cry shattered the night behind him, and it to sounded his name. The full moon showed him a trail. The tribe took this wide trail to some kind of celebration. It went for miles. He couldn't afford a stumble in the forest with that thing behind him. He needed an open road ahead of him. She gained a little by cutting the corner, and he could hear the others crashing thru the trees as they too took the shortest course. He knew they'd loose ground in the rough terrain, but Youshi was only fifty yards behind him and he couldn't pull away. "Jim," she said, like the Amityville horror. He needed to pace himself, hit a sustainable stride, keep out of her reach until whatever had happened to her wore off. He got more spring in his step, he stretched out his stride, and he was covering more ground using less energy. He checked the ground in front of him and risked a quick glance behind. She wasn't gaining. She didn't know how to run. She had both hands in front of her, holding them like claws, and she was starting to fall behind. Seventy yards, eighty, she'll see she can't catch me and slow down, ninety, a hundred, she's keeping the same pace like a fucking machine. She stumbles over something and goes canter wheeling down the trail, only to spring up again and resume her relentless pace. Jim's ankle is starting to hurt. It's the ankle he hurt when he got here, and he knows it will only get worse. He tries to favor it, but he's not pulling away from her any more. He checks again, is she gaining? He keeps running. He keeps checking. He crashes to the ground with his head turned back at his pursuer. She's less than twenty yards behind him and he's limping. He'll juke her when she gets close. He'll dodge around her and take off again. He still has a man's strength, and he'll fight her if he has to. She catches his arm as he tries to dodge, and almost dislocates his shoulder throwing him to the ground. "Jim," she said, one more time as she pounced on his back. He screamed when the burning hot poker plunged into his ass, and fought wildly as she forced it deeper. Her arms wrapped around him like steel bands and pinned his hands to his chest. She started fucking him in the middle of the grass trail, and it wasn't the two pokes and switch that the mad women normally used on baby night. She didn't have to search for the right partner. She'd found the other half of her race, and now she was going to get it pregnant. The agony in his ass had died down to a constant burning. She kept fucking him with the same relentlessness as the chase. He could feel something dripping out of his ass, and didn't know if it was cum or blood. Footsteps were coming up the trail, and he twisted his head to see. It was one of the others. She slid to her knees in front of him and lifted his head. He clenched his teeth, but she gave him a bloody lip and got his mouth open anyway. He gagged as soon as it hit the back of his throat, and saw stars when she forced it all the way down and held his face clamped to her body. He couldn't move, he couldn't breath, and merciful unconsciousness released him. Most of them were wiped out by the time they caught up. Wise Mother was way behind when the first ones caught up. Youshi was the only one standing, and her baby maker was soft. No one had ever seen a soft baby maker before. The male was sprawled out behind her, and he looked dead. The other four had clearly been beaten up. As they watched, one of the four started crawling toward the male. Youshi pounced on her, lifted her off the ground, and threw her into the woods. Youshi wouldn't let any of them near the male either. They tried to lure her away by running in circles and screaming, but she only moved when she thought they were moving closer to the male. One of the others got close enough to touch the male, but Youshi threw her all the way to their feet. "It should have been over by now." "It is," Wise Mother said, finally staggering into their midst, "Look." Youshi's baby maker was shrinking, and she was slowly sinking to her knees. "Is the male alive?" "I don't think so." "Has anyone checked?" "Youshi won't let anyone near him." "I'll check," Jen said. Youshi's head turned to follow as Jen gave her a wide berth. She waited until Jen got close, and then lunged at her. Jen jumped back, and Youshi just lay where she'd fallen. She had nothing left; she couldn't even lift her arm. They waited in silence as Jen turned him over and his arm flopped to the side. No one went to the next baby night. The machine went thru its cycle alone. The whole village went to the Carnival, however, and it was the greatest Carnival ever. The brown-nipples had captured a violent male, and were charging three coppers for people who wanted to play with its baby maker. They had locked it in the food temple on their first baby night, and no one got any baby juice as the five mad ones tried to break in. They locked it in the food temple of an abandoned village the second baby night, but the mad ones kept sniffing the places where the male had been. Jim couldn't believe that Dave was still alive, and the brown-nipples couldn't believe the white-tops let their male run around free. Rumors that males would be at this years Carnival made it the biggest since the old days, and a great crowd gathered for the show where the whit-tops male would speak words. "This is Youshi," he started. He waited for the hubbub to die down, "she is pregnant." Enthusiastic applause made him wait again. "This is Magda. She is pregnant too," more applause, "Jen, here, is going to have her second baby." Jim took a break and had some water while that news sunk in. "Ladies, ladies. Twelve women are expecting in the whit-top tribe, four from the red-eye, and three more from the blue-liner tribe. None of them got pregnant from the baby temple." Three of the tribes were well aware of this fact, and Jim had convinced them to mingle with the other tribes instead of bunching up with their sisters. Each one was confirming his outrageous claim as he waited. He smiled at Wise Mother as she acknowledged that his plan was working exactly as he said it would.