Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Zorlond
Title: Survival of the Excellent
Part: Chapter 05
Summary: A new planet, a new start...  and a species that seems to be
built for sex.
Keywords: gg, MFgg, HFF, Fg, futa, futanari, inc, exhib, oral, piv,
fist, les, ped, loli, lac, breast size, penis size, SciFi



   Year 12, Month 2, Day 1

   "So, you're saying we're at our limits?" Christine could hear the
question over her shoulder as she reached up to the calender to move the
day peg from the 34 hole to it's neighbor, then move the month peg a step
along as well.  Turning, she leaned against the wall where she was,
crossing her arms under her breasts, shirt tightening with the movement to
accentuate her nipples, watching the four other adult excel sitting at the
table.  Karen, raven hair falling down the side of her face like a dark
waterfall flowing over the shirt-covered curve of her heavy breasts, was
speaking.  "We just can't reproduce anymore?"

   Pat, seated at the head of the table, shook her head.  "Right result,
wrong origin.  We're at the limits of what this location can sustain." She
gestured towards the bed, where two small forms were enjoying each other
vigorously.  Both young girls, one a little more than three years in age,
the other still under a year old.  "We might have been able to reduce
proximity stress by building your new house last year," Pat said, even as
the younger girl squealed in joy at the elder's tonguing.  "And the water
is more than adequate as far as I can tell, but our food supply is still
quite limited, both in quantity and variety."

   Christine stepped away from the wall and over to the bed, gently
touching the head of the older girl to get her attention for a moment.  "A
little quieter, Sandy." The little girl nodded, her tongue still deep
within the other girl's pussy, and mumbled something that sounded like
'okay, momma'.  Sandy noticeably slowed her assault, and the younger girl's
voice was reduced from squeals of delight to pleasant moans.

   Ian set his elbows on the table, thick arms folding over bulging pecs,
muscles speaking of long hours of toil.  "The naner grove isn't expanding
like I had hoped.  I think the new field just doesn't have the right soil
for naners."

   "And the mung?" Beth asked, as heads turned to Christine.

   Christine shrugged as the attention turned to her.  "Doing well enough,
but they don't reproduce that quickly.  We can't just eat them without new
calves to restock.  We're too close to negligible herd growth as it is."

   Karen sighed, shaking her head.  "Hunting has also been down.  It's been
getting harder to find anything in the forest.  And what I do find is
usually females with young." Left unspoken, all assembled knew the rule of
leaving such prey unharmed.

   Pat raised her voice slightly to bring attention back to her.  "I've
already reviewed the numbers," she stated, tapping pointedly on a
collection of threadleaf sheets in front of her, carefully sorted notes on
each of them.  "Unless we can add a new food source to our supply, then
this is it.  The seven of us is all that will be born."

   Glances traded around the table for a moment, until Beth broke the
silence.  "So, the plan is to find a new food source, I take it?"

   Pat chuckled inside, knowing that this topic would head there.  The
instincts of an excel were strong.  "We'd have to go searching," Ian said,
tapping the table before him as he spoke.  "Each in a different direction.
See what there is, bring something back, hope we can bring it here."

   "A walk alone in unknown territory.  We'd have to go a day's walk out to
really have a chance to find something new.  Dangerous," Karen muttered.

   "Well, you should stay here, sis, to take care of the kids..." Beth told
her, setting a hand on her sister's shoulder.

   "Excuse me?" Karen glared at Beth.  "Why should I stay?  I have much
more experience out in the woods by myself than you do.  Besides, little
Mary is your daughter, you should be with her." Karen gestured to the
little girls on the bed, now swapping positions so that the younger Mary
could return the oral sex, as well as push most of her little arm up into
Sandy's pussy.  The fact that Beth had managed to get pregnant while Karen
was still childless was a frequent sore point between the sisters.

   Pat overrode the impending row.  "Neither of you should stay." As they
quieted down and turned their attention to Pat, she continued.  "If this is
to be the plan, one person should stay, yes.  But it should be Ian."

   "What?  Why me?" Ian protested.  "I can handle myself out there, Pat..."

   "Because of cocks," Pat stated.  "There's only two cocks in here.  And,
like it or not, excels can't reproduce without at least one cock and one
pussy.  This trip will be dangerous.  Either you or I must stay here.  And
can't ask you to go in my place." She gestured to the bed once again, where
Mary was wetly slurping at the girl-cum now flowing around her arm, Sandy
biting her lip to contain her groans of release.  "If none of us come back,
you will survive, and in time, new excels will be born."

   Ian considered her words before closing his eyes.  "Fine." He clearly
did not enjoy the decision, but couldn't argue with the logic of it.

   "So, it's decided, then?  We go?" Christine asked.

   Pat nodded.  "Yes.  Today we get our gear together.  Enough food and
water to last a day or two, weapons, packs, and maps.  I'll make copies of
our map today.  The rest of you just get your gear in order.  We head out
tomorrow, at first light."

   Year 12, Month 2, Day 2

   As the light blue sun just began to peek up over the horizon, the small
tribe of excels gathered in front of that first tiny house that Pat had
built, these days a mere tool shed.  Pat stood in the open doorway,
thoughtfully touching the set of ink marks up the door frame.  Had it been
ten years?  No, nine.  Getting close to ten, though.  It felt so long ago.
And yet, sometimes it felt like yesterday.  C.  22m.  1.15r.  A little girl
of wild blonde curls.

   "We're ready, Pat." The voice brought Pat out of her thoughts, as her
eyes turned to those same blonde curls, longer and more tame these days,
framing a determined expression.  Behind her, two similarly determined
women stood, each with packs and dart holsters across their backs, spear
throwers hanging from their belts.  To one side, Ian watched, arms folded,
scowling, notably unburdened with gear.  Next to him, Sandy and Mary stood
watching.

   Pat nodded, stepping away from the shed door.  "Alright.  Remember, go
out for half a day, no more than that." As she spoke, she handed each of
them a rolled-up threadleaf map, painstakingly transcribed from the
origional copy Pat had made from that long-worthless hunk of plastic she'd
arrived with.  They slipped the maps into various pouches as she continued.
"Deal with your needs only when you are positive it's safe.  When the sun
is at it's highest, stop and find something that may be edible.  Do Not Eat
It." Pat's eyes hammered the words home.  "If you need to eat, you've got
some jerky to snack on, but don't eat anything else.  Just gather some
samples, enough for one meal, pack it up, and walk back here."

   "What do we do after we return?" Karen solemnly asked.

   "We'll sort that out once we're all back here." Pat stated.  Left unsaid
was the screaming words of 'what if we don't return?' Pat tried to push the
words aside as she ducked into the shed, returning quickly.  Holding up a
sheathed steel knife in each hand, she considered the three.  "Have you
each decided which way you'll be going?" They nodded, each pointing off to
the horizon, east, south, and west.  Considering, Pat offered a knife each
to Karen and Christine.  Taking the weapons, they held the knives
carefully, as Pat took up the climbing pick and offered it to Beth. 
Heading east, Beth was going upstream towards the mountains.  She seemed
the most likely to need the pick.

   "What about you?" Beth asked, not reaching for the offered tool.  "Won't
you need one?"

   Pat shook her head.  "We don't have enough for four.  You'll need this
more than I will." Beth reluctantly accepted the climbing pick, testing
it's heft before hanging it from her generous hip.  "I'll just have to
manage." Pat ducked back into the tool shed, quickly returning with a stone
axe they used to split firewood.  It was the best of what remained
available.  Giving the assembly one last look, Pat nodded.  "Stay safe, all
of you."

   So decided, each of the four women took a moment to give Ian one last
kiss, tongues twining wetly as hands flitted up and down backs.  Pat
originally intended to leave it at that, but as Karen's kiss seemed to keep
going and going, Ian reached down to grab her ass with both hands.  As
Karen raised a knee to rub against Ian's side, Pat sighed and changed her
mind.  If nothing else, it would delay their needs a bit.

   Ian's cock was already rising, pushing his loincloth aside as it rose up
to stick out between Karen's legs, it's head well past her ass.  He was a
bit over a rod long, these days, and he had to break the kiss to crouch
almost all the way down, getting his cock to point upwards, and rise up
into Karen's pussy.  So impaled, the pair resumed kissing, humping each
other in a standing fuck.  Ian took hold of her raised leg, his other hand
gripping her muscled ass through her skirt, still in place even as it
fluttered a little with their fucking motions.  Sandy and Mary, always
eager to help, snuck in between the adults' legs to help them out with
fingers and tongues.  Pat couldn't see what they were doing, but from how
Ian and Karen were moaning, it was very welcome.

   Pat looked over to Christine, who was watching the scene with some
interest.  Slipping up behind her, Pat silently slipped her arms around her
grown-up daughter, feeling so natural as her hands rubbed along Christine's
toned belly.  Looking over her shoulder, Christine smiled, setting a hand
on Pat's wrist to steer her down lower, to grip Christine's pussy through
the fabric of her skirt.  Pat could feel her own cock rising.  When it rose
into view in front of Christine, she casually gripped it in both hands, not
quite fully around Pat's cock as Christine slowly jacked her off.

   When Beth stepped in front of them, Christine's mouth opened in sync
with Beth's, their tongues coming out to twirl around each other.  Their
massive tits, heaving against their tight tops, mashed together, puffy
nipples pushing through the fabric to rub against each other.  As Beth and
Christine made out, Pat got her cock into Christine, hands gripping her
curved hips as she fucked her from behind.  Pat fucked her daughter, her
first on this planet, as instincts cried out in the back of her head. 
'Knock her up', the instincts said.  'Get her good and pregnant.' It felt
so right and good.  Pat would have fucked Christine full of baby right then
and there.  Beth and Karen too, even little Sandy and Mary.  All of them,
tummies far out before them, full of more baby excels to fuck.

   The image in her mind, of all of them ready to birth a new horny
generation, set Pat off, thick ropes of semen rushing up into Christine's
cunt, to be forced into her womb by the power of the fucking.  As Christine
came in kind, muffled by her kiss with Beth, Pat could see Christine
grabbing at Beth's tits, trying to pass the pleasure along.  About a minute
into her orgasm, Pat suddenly reached out to grab Beth's waist, and in one
quick move of her flexible hips, Pat's cock popped right out of Christine's
pussy, still spraying cock juice from between Christine's legs, and right
into Beth's pussy.  Beth cried out in surprise as Pat's cock plowed right
into her, still pumping white spunk.

   Christine, still straddling Pat's cock, pussy still streaming girl cum,
rubbed herself along the top of Pat's cock, her juices slathering it and
making Pat's fucking easier.  Beth, speared on Pat's cock now covered in
Christine's cum, began jerking and moaning as well, aided by Christine's
continued efforts on her tits.  Jets of milk sprayed from Beth's tits,
through her top and all over Christine's hands and front.  Pat kept right
on fucking, even as her orgasm died down, only about half of her load
inside each woman.  Beth was cuming for some time, and Pat and Christine
made sure she got a full cum out of it, even late as she was.

   When Beth was finally done, Pat backed out and let Christine out from
the middle of the sandwich.  Nearby, the rest of the tribe was patiently
waiting and watching.  Well, mostly waiting.  Sandy seemed to be trying to
get her mouth open wide enough to get Ian's cock head inside, apparently
intent on sucking out the last few drops of his juice.  Her lips could
almost get there.  Mary was idly licking herself, her entire face and front
covered in white, mixed spunk slowly dripping from her barely-started
boobies.

   As they all refocused themselves, a mere nod passed between them before
the four women turned and began walking, each their own way.  Pat's shoes
tapped a heavy rhythm across the wood bridge built fully across the river
as she started her trek north.  Ahead of her was a lot of forest, and
likely some hilly terrain.  When she reached the edge of the woods before
her, Pat looked back.  Beth was just reaching the top of the falls, heaving
herself up over the ridge with the aid of the climbing pick.  On the far
side, Christine faded into the brush.  Downstream, Karen walked along,
having snagged a walking stick to monitor the ground ahead of her.  And
between the four, Ian stood, watching.  He turned Pat's way, and she held
his gaze for a moment.  And then, apparently convinced by Sandy that she
needed some relief, Ian took hold of the girl's waist and heaved her up
bodily to seat her on his still-dripping cock.

   Pat turned to go, confident that excels would survive, one way or
another.

   Hours passed, and Pat walked, taking a break at one point to suck
herself off.  The woods grew denser, turning into what felt like old
forest, the sky lost to green haze, the air heavy with the scent of plants.
Pat stood on a high tree branch, poking her head up above the canopy,
trying to place herself by the nearest mountains.  Judging the distance,
Pat unrolled her copy of the map, carefully holding on to the tree as she
hastily scribbled down some terrain features she had seen below.  If she
found anything usable, they'd need the map extensions to find their way
back.  Looking up again at the sea of green around her, undulating in the
wind, Pat put her map away and started to climb down.

   That's when she saw it.  Something spread across the forest floor, a
couple bushes away from her.  Pausing to look at it for a moment, Pat
glanced around to be sure it was clear of trouble, before continuing down
to the ground.  Slowly pushing her way through the brush, she easily found
it again.

   It was a kill, a reptilian quadruped that the excels hadn't bothered to
name yet.  Pat had seen similar ones near the houses.  Only this one had
been dead a while, picked near-clean, just a few scraps of skin hanging
onto scattered bones.  Crouching to study the dirt around the remains, Pat
saw tracks, unfamiliar to her, four-toed and clawed.  Judging from the
varying sizes, Pat guessed it was four, maybe five creatures, all at the
same time.  A family unit?  Perhaps a hunting pack.

   Straightening up, Pat stepped away from the remains, looking around
carefully, senses extending to every small rustle.  Whatever made this kill
didn't appear to be nearby, at least not at the moment.  Still, Pat felt
the need to not hang around.  It was about the right time, in any case.  So
Pat began walking in a slow spiral, carefully looking around her at the
plants and ground, searching for anything that might be edible and new.

   Eventually, she came to a small break in the forest, a spot where a
great tree had collapsed, taking out a dozen smaller neighbors and ripping
a hole in the canopy to the sky.  Shading her eyes, Pats looked skyward,
verifying that the sun was near peak before checking the area.  One thing
in particular that caught her eye was the trunk of the dead tree, around
which was clustered a number of bushes.  Dense with ovoid leaves, standing
maybe 1.3 rods high, the bushes seemed to bathe in the sunlight the fallen
tree had brought to the forest floor.  Peeking out from between the leaves
were spots of bright red.

   Nudging leaves aside, Pat looked at the semi-spherical red fruit, the
largest of which was about a thumb's length across.  Checking up and down,
Pat found a few fruit that had been eaten straight from the bush, juice
long since dried to reveal a seed-filled interior.  Pat was familiar with
the evolutionary strategy.  Offering a bribe to herbivores, with the hope
that seeds were swallowed and eventually dropped to the forest floor a
significant distance away, conveniently fertilized.

   Deciding that this was as good a guess as any, Pat reached deep into the
bush and grabbed hold of a branch, where it met the center.  Breaking the
branch cleanly away, Pat took the whole thing, fruit, leaves, and all. 
Collecting a couple more branches from different bushes, Pat put them away
in her pack, and with one more slow inspection of the forest around her,
began making her way back.

   It was approaching dusk when Pat finally found the tiny cluster of
buildings again, shadows long, smoke curling from the chimneys.  Out front,
she could see Ian sitting on the log bench, whittling at a wooden shaft,
making new darts.  It felt good to be back home, even after only a day
away. Her feet once again thumping lightly as she crossed the wooden
bridge, Pat raised a hand to wave.  "Hey, Ian," she called out.  His head
rose and broke into a wide smile.

   "Hey, Pat," he responded, standing up as he waved.  "Glad to see you
back."

   Pat walked up to him, smiling as well.  "Glad to be back.  Have the rest
made it back yet?"

   "Beth and Christine are already inside, we're just waiting on Karen,
now." As Pat stepped in close, Ian slipped an arm around her waist, pulling
her close to kiss her, tongues tangling together.  They kept it brief,
merely a nice welcome rather than a prelude.  "You found something, right?"
he asked, as they separated.

   "Yeah, I found something.  I'll show you once Karen's returned. 
Nobody's eaten anything yet, right?" Pat's brow furrowed with seriousness.

   Ian shook his head.  "Not a thing." Ian's face suddenly focused on
something in the distance, his face lighting up.  Looking in the same
direction, Pat saw the reason for his sudden joy.  Karen, tromping up the
river, hand holding a line of twine, tight against her shoulder.  When Pat
and Ian waved and called out greeting, Karen waved back a bit with the hand
holding her walking stick, continuing over to them.  "Hey, Karen." Ian's
voice was slightly more pleased to see his sister than it had been for Pat.
And then the breeze shifted.

   "Hey, Ian, Pat," Karen said as she came up to them.  "Sorry about the
smell.  I didn't expect it to get this bad." Karen stepped up to Ian to
give him a kiss.  It was brief, but it seemed like Karen had expected it to
be.  Hanging down her back from the twine was a muddy-skinned creature,
smooth in shape, with only a few small fins sticking out for locomotion. 
"I already cleaned it best as I could figure, but the smell doesn't seem to
be getting any better." Karen swung the fish around to display it.  It was
large, easily as big as Karen's entire torso, with wide fleshy lips and
forward facing eyes.  Slit up the center of it's belly, the worst of the
smell seemed to emanate from within.

   Taking a moment to peek inside the dead fish, Pat braced herself against
a short blast of foul air.  It did seem to have been cleaned out
thoroughly. Wherever the pungent aroma was coming from, it must be inherent
in the fish itself.  "Alright," Pat declared.  "Let's get it inside.  Maybe
cooking it will help." Following words with action, Pat turned to enter the
main house.  "Hey, we're back," she declared to the room.

   As the three entered, a cry of welcoming broke out from those inside, a
brief celebration of hunters returning.  "Welcome back," Christine said
from the bed, where little Sandy lay, Christine wrist-deep within her
daughter's little pussy, already soaked halfway up her forearm with the
little girl's joy.

   Beth's nose crinkled as she approached.  "Whoa, what is that?"

   Karen smiled apologetically, offering the fish.  "It's what I found. 
Sorry."

   Pat stepped forward and took her pack off, setting it down on the table.
"Alright, let's get this started.  Everyone bring up what you found."

   Once Christine had finished with Sandy, the four explorers put what they
had found on the table.  Next to Karen's stinky fish and Pat's branches of
red fruit, Christine set down some kind of leafy clusters, oblong shapes
sticking up around a central stalk maybe half a rod long.  Beth's offerings
were a sort of wedge of plant mass, rough in texture and ragged along the
edge.  Beth sighed as she set down the few wedges.  "Sorry I couldn't find
anything better.  I had to pull out quickly."

   Pat looked at her with concern.  "What happened?"

   Beth closed her eyes as her mind wandered back along the path she had
walked.  "I went up the hills towards the mountains, staying somewhat near
the river.  The trees are pretty sparse up there, not much cover except the
occasional rock.  Eventually, I crested a rise to find a predator.  It was
eating a dead mung, a fresh kill.  It was absolutely enormous."

   "Can you describe it?" Karen asked.

   Beth shook her head.  "I don't have to describe it." Without further
explanation, she walked off for a moment and retrieved something from a
corner, setting it down on the table with a heavy thunk.  "I recognized
it's feet.  You always told us you made this pail shortly after you got
here, Pat." Beth said, looking right at her.  "I think what I saw was
another one.  A crear."

   Pat looked down at the old pail, browned with age, but still
recognizably made from the foot of a large reptilian creature.  Her mind
went back to that first day on this world, of a daring plan that could have
gone so wrong a dozen ways, of the blood all over her hands as she ended
the creature's life.  Pat nodded.  "If what you saw really was a crear,
then I'm glad you're back here, safe and sound."

   "What was it doing?" Ian asked Beth.

   Beth shrugged.  "Just eating.  I didn't stick around.  Pat wasn't
kidding when she told us how big a crear is, how frightening.  I headed
back the way I came as fast as I could.  It was only after a few hundred
rods that I stopped to find something to bring back." She gestured down at
the wedges in front of her.  "This was all I could find, sticking out the
sides of some rocks." Pat briefly picked up one of the plant masses.  It
was white and fibrous where it had been broken from the rock, densely
spongy in texture.  It seemed to her like some kind of fuzzy shelf fungus.
Maybe good, maybe not.  Just like all the other items on the table at that
moment.

   Putting Beth's item back, Pat began to speak, telling the others of her
own walk through the dense woods.  Of the canopy so dense the world seemed
to turn green, of the old kill she'd found and the tracks around it.  She
hadn't seen the creatures that made the tracks, but they did concern her.
Pat described the break she'd found, and thus the bushes she had taken
samples from.

   Karen took up the tale once Pat had finished.  "Half a day downstream,
the mud starts getting very wide.  There's a wide open lake down that way,
and it took me a while to find a safe way to cross the mud to check out the
water.  A cluster of rocks that seemed to fence in the mud.  I could walk
right up to the water's edge just past those rocks.  That's where I found
this big stinky guy." She patted the side of the fish on the table.  "It
seems to feed on the lake floor, big mouthfulls of muck at a time.  I can't
imagine how good it'll taste, but it's what I could find.  Took a while to
modify a dart to work right." She carefully took out one of her darts from
her quiver, the tip of it now split into multiple long fronds, held apart
by a tight cluster of twine between the tips.  "The standard design will
just fall out and let it wriggle away."

   Christine sighed, beginning her tale.  "I wish I had something exciting
to tell you.  But the land I walked over was much the same as what we see
around here.  Gentle hills and clusters of woods.  No river, though.  I
didn't see much of anything out that way, except these." She indicated the
dense clusters on the table.  "There's a patch of these things out that
way, around the edges of a tree cluster, in the open sun.  Mung had clearly
snacked on them, but they seemed to grow regardless."

   "Mung eat just about anything," Karen stated.

   Christine shrugged.  "It's what I found.  And a mung eating it is at
least something."

   The small tribe looked over the arrangement on the table for a moment
more, before Christine spoke.  "Okay, Pat.  How do we do this?" All eyes
turned to their eldest member for her word.

   Pat sighed, dreading what was about to come.  "If we want to know if any
of this is edible to us or not, we've only really got one option.  We try
some." Looking to each of their faces in turn, she continued.  "This needs
to be done carefully.  We have no idea if our bodies can digest these
things, let alone what other effects they might have on us.  Sandy and Mary
don't eat any of this, Ian should not eat any either.  The four of us who
went out and found these things, we will take the risk." Pat looked right
to Ian, her eyes looking deeply, forcefully into his.  "I'm not leaving you
out of this entirely, Ian.  You aren't going to eat any of it, but I want
you to decide who eats what.  One item to each person.  And not the person
who brought it here." Returning her gaze to the others, she continued. 
"That person is then free to do whatever preparation you think will work.
And only eat a little bit, a few mouthfulls at most.  You can have naners
to fill out the meal, but don't eat too much.  Do you all understand?"

   Nods all around the table, some concerned glances traded in reaction to
how serious Pat was taking this.  Pat sighed.  If that tablet's battery had
just hung in there, or if that recharger hadn't died...  No, don't dwell on
the past.  This needed to be done.  "Alright.  Ian, go ahead."

   The rest stepped back from the table, leaving Ian staring down at the
potential food items.  He crossed his burly arms, staring at them as he
slowly walked around the table.  Silence reigned as he paused here and
there to poke and prod, looking underneath the surface as if seeking
answers within each offering.  Did this leaf have something to say to him?
What did the skin indicate?  How did the firmness suggest to it's
composition?

   Eventually, Ian stopped pacing.  Raising a hand, he slowly lowered it
onto each food item in turn, declaring names one each one.  "Christine," he
said, fingers on the wedges.  "Pat.  Beth.  Karen." The clusters, fish, and
fruit branches were touched in turn.  So declared, Ian stepped back from
the table.

   Pat nodded.  "Alright, let's get to work."

   Each woman took their food item to prepare.  Beth sliced a rough fillet
out of the fish and set it on the fireplace shelves to cook.  Christine cut
the fuzz off of a wedge before chopping the off-white interior finely to be
mixed with some naner slices.  Karen simply decided to eat the red fruit
straight, pulling it from the branches to bite right into them.  Pat poked
around inside the clusters of leaves, trying to find something edible after
trying a bit of leaf and finding it to taste rather like grass.  She
eventually found the core of the plant to be a fleshy dense mass around a
cluster of wood-like seeds.  Pat dug the seeds out and simply skinned and
ate some of the fleshy part.

   Their meal was eaten in silence, even the children were quiet,
instinctively noticing something serious was going on.  The women were
eating slowly, small bits of food at a time, carefully smelling and chewing
each bite.  Minutes crawled by as they tried to dissect the items with
their tongues.  After most of the meal was consumed, Pat spoke up.  "So,
impressions?"

   "Meh, not bad," Karen said, holding up one half-eaten fruit.  "Not much
flavor, but juicy." She popped the half-eaten fruit into her mouth to chew
on.

   "Tastes like a mouthful of dirt," Beth groused, holding up a chunk of
cooked fish on the end of a wooden fork.  "Can't say I'm surprised, if all
it eats is dirt.  But I will say this," she added, as she stuck it in her
mouth.  "It tastes better than it smells."

   A brief laugh was shared around the table at that.  "Can't be too hard."
Pat thought for a moment before adding her report.  "I think I won this
round.  Kinda sweet, little tart, smooth texture to it..." Pat picked up
one of the discarded seeds and tried to crunch it between her teeth.  She
immediately spit it out.  "Seeds are really bitter, though, they're no
good." Looking up, Pat spoke to Christine.  "So, how's your meal?"

   "Eh," Christine started, setting her fork down, gathering her thoughts
on the dish...

   "Probably really needle," Karen interrupted.

   Pat blinked, turning her head.  "What?"

   "For hot crust sensation." Karen stated.  She slowly blinked, looking
down at the table and slowly shaking her head.  "To the work done-half the
work done body..."

   "Karen?" Pat stood up, reaching for Karen's arm.

   Karen yanked her arm away, glaring right into Pat's eyes.  "People sour
future!  The for delivery part!" Her torso suddenly lurched right towards
Pat, her arm going up over her head, which was grabbed by Ian.

   "What's going on with her?" Ian yelled as Karen started to violently
struggle against him, Pat standing to quickly snag her other arm.  The
table rattled and shook as Karen's knees banged against the underside.

   "So loose te pags nd swet-ache!"

   "It must be a reaction to the fruit!" Pat yelled, over Karen's
continuing gibberish.  "Karen?  Karen!" Pat forced her daughter's arm down
against the table, holding it there with one hand while trying to bring
Karen's face up towards hers.  Wide open eyes, teeth clicking against each
other, irises contracted down to pinpricks.  Pat saw none of the strong,
confident huntress in her daughter's eyes.  Nothing but madness.

   Ian grunted as his feet scraped across the floor, Karen's arm forcefully
dragging him along.  "How do we stop it?" he growled with the effort to
contain her spasming limbs.

   Deciding quickly, Pat stated, "We can't.  Going to have to ride it out.
Get her down on the floor!" Ian and Pat lifted Karen briefly by the arms as
Pat threw the chair aside, lowering Karen down as carefully as they could.
Nearby, Pat could see Beth taking Mary and Sandy aside, keeping them clear
of the chaos.  Once laid down on her side, Pat told Ian to let go as Pat
kneeled behind her.  Karen continued to jerk and flail, Pat's only
restraint was to prevent her from banging into the nearest wall or rolling
onto her back.  "Get the table away," Pat ordered Ian.  He quickly grabbed
the edge in both hands, lifting it up on it's end, uncaring as tableware
and food cascaded to the floor.  "All the furniture.  Karen?  Can you hear
me?"

   "Anene avesss immprevabsst!" Karen shouted, eyes still unfocused and
twitching in all directions.  Her arms and legs, still jerking, waved in
the air and smacked against the floor.

   "Christine?  Christine?  PAT!" Ian suddenly yelled.

   Pat looked up.  Christine was still sitting in her chair.  She wasn't
moving.

   *****

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