Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Zorlond
Title: Survival of the Excellent
Part: Chapter 08
Summary: A new planet, a new start...  and a species that seems to be
built for sex.
Keywords: bhF, hg, bhg, MHF, FFF, futa, futanari, oral, group, orgy,
inc, incest, ped, preg, birth, breast size, penis size, SciFi



   (mild warning to fishermen, ya might wanna duck this chapter)



   Year ?, Month ?, Day ?

   Warmth.  Snug.  Red.  Buzzing.  Meanings without words to define them.
Sleep.  Squirm.  Touch.  Murmurs.  Press.  Shift.  A spot depresses. 
Again. Again.  Many times.  Louder murmurs.  Tremors.  Touch.  More
tremors. Good.  Sleep.

   Again.  Many.  Warm.  Buzzing.  Press.  Squirm.  Tremors.  Touch. 
Tremors.  Sleep.  Again.  Many.

   Wake.  Different.  Normal, but strange.  Red.  Motion.  Murmurs.  Same.
Strange?  Brush.  Tremors.  Depressions.  Tremors.  A shape passes.  Thin.
Round.  Reshaping.  White.  Touch.  Good.  Snug.  More.  Surrounded.  Good.

   More snug.  Tremors.  Murmurs.  Many.  Tight.  Squirm.  Tighter.  Twist.
Hole.  Tremors everywhere.  Murmurs.  Push.  Squirm.  Twist.  Tremors. 
Shove.  Release.  Stick.  Splatter.  Twist.  Pop.  Rush.

   Bright!  Loud!  Cold!  Heavy!  Shapes swim around.  Touch.  Grip.  Lift.
Place.  Soft.  Warm.  Face.  Eyes.  Connection.

   "Oh, he's beautiful." Sounds without meaning, from a shape barely known.
But comforting.  Good.  "Hello, little one." Shape goes low, touches,
grips, strokes.  Good.  Very good.  Small noise.  "Ooh, you like that, huh?
I wish I could make you feel as good as you made mommy feel.  You'll have
to wait a while for that.  What do you think, Rob?"

   Another shape, further away.  Big, but smaller.  "That's amazing, mom.
I've never seen it happen so close." Reaches for the large shape.  "One
moment, it's in here, next, you're cumming your brains out and it just
slides right out of your pussy."

   "He, Rob, not 'it'." The large shape shifted, a big softness moved
position.  "Here ya go." A nub.  Body moves, acts without direction. 
Envelop.  Suckle.  Warm flow.  Good.  A soft moan.  Very good.

   Smaller shape moved, touching.  "That was so amazing, mom.  Do it
again?"

   A chuckle.  "I can only do it once per pregnancy, hon."

   "Alright." Shape climbed up, got closer.  "Then let's get you pregnant
again, mom."

   A squelch.  Moan.  "Eager to see my belly full again, are you?" A
nodding moan.  Wet smack.  Thumping.  "I'd love to do it again, too.  Go
ahead, son.  Cum inside me again.  I might not get knocked up right away,
but who knows?  Maybe I will." Enthusiastic moans.  Shifting, back and
forth.

   "Hmm," Another shape.  Large.  Looming.  Touching.  "Are you sure this
is a 'he'?  The torso looks a little odd."

   "Ugh.  I think I know what a dick looks like, sis.  A little gentler,
Rob."

   Eyes rolled.  "Obviously.  Lemme just..  May I?"

   "Sure." Grip.  Lift.  Hold nub!  Want warm flow!  Stop pulling!  "Not
too far, he's hungry.  Ooh.  Feels so nice."

   "Sorry." Shift.  Touch.  "Ah." Probe.  Good.  Very Good.  Small noise.

   "Uh, was that..?"

   Remove.  "Yep.  Tip-deep.  Boy And Girl."

   "You mean, like Elda Pat?"

   "Yes, Rob.  Just like her."

   Quiet.  Still.

   Finally, motion.  Large moves away.  Returns.  Holding things. 
Scratching.  "On the 32nd day of the 27th month, year 50, Katherine,
daughter of Heather, gave birth to..." Silence.

   "Sam."

   "...Sam, futanari.  Bright blonde hair and eyes of intense blue."

   Year 52, Month 12, Day 8

   Sam opened her blue eyes.  It was dark, hot, and muggy.  A glance
towards the window confirmed that the sun wasn't up yet.  And yet, the room
was already making her sweat.  The thin sheet that was the only covering
had already been kicked aside sometime in the night, as sleeping body
automatically tried to reduce the discomfort.  Sam grunted, rolled over,
tried to go back to sleep.

   But sleep eluded her.  Her brain was awake, which meant it was active,
and already throwing around thoughts that ricocheted off the inside of her
head.  Mentally too noisy to sleep again, Sam begrudgingly opened her eyes.
Right there in front of her was her brother, Rob, face to face, still
asleep.  Sam was immediately jealous.

   Tipping her head up a bit, Sam could see Mom just past Rob, on her back,
great tits speckled with sweat, rising and falling slowly right above the
great swell of her belly.  Sam knew that within her mother's stretched out
stomach, a new little brother or sister was taking form, expanding Mom's
tummy in a way that made her pussy give little squirts of pleasure through
the day.  The skin of her belly shifted it's profile subtly, and a soft,
pleasant sigh slipped from Mom's full lips, her hips twitching, the smell
of her pregnant cunt briefly spiking over the general scent of sweat.  But,
she didn't wake.  Lucky her.

   Outside, the buzzing of insects started warming up for their morning
performance, and the irregular susurration just added to the mental
disruption.  Since the world seemed to be conspiring against Sam going back
to sleep, she decided to be awake.  And, since she was awake, well...

   Sam looked up and down her brother's sleeping form, a smile curling her
lips.  Like their mother, Sam and Rob took to sleeping naked these hot
nights, and with the covering sheet discarded, Sam could see all of her
brother's adolescent form.  Forming muscles could be noticed on his
somewhat tall frame, giving him the start of a lean, rippled look.  Well,
lean other than the fat tube of flesh sticking out of his crotch, turned in
a lazy curl on the bed, beefy nuts hanging loose right behind it.

   Smiling impishly, the little girl, relatively recently aware of her own
existence, slid down the sweat-soaked furs.  Coming close to her target,
her little hands wrapped around the sleeping cock, or as much of it as her
tiny fingers could reach, stroking it softly.  Sensing contact, a slight
throb began within the flesh, a slow thump that began straightening out his
dick.  Sam glanced up at her brother's face, then back to his cock, still
going slowly.  It wasn't until it was close to full that she added her
tongue, slipping out to curl almost fully around his thickness and probe at
the crevices around the cockhead.

   Rob made a small noise, a pleased sigh.  Sam paused, letting him settle,
before resuming.  When her brother's cock had reached full hardness, four
subrods long, but thick as a grown man's wrist, Sam took a deep breath,
pulled her lips open as wide as they could go, then pushed her face
forward. Into her mouth Rob's dick went, pushing her lips out just a little
further, touching the back of her throat before pushing onward and
downward. She could feel it inside her neck, a stiff mass that pressed
against her squeezing throat nicely.  She could feel each thump of his
heart nudging outwards against her lips, her tongue, and all the way down
her throat, so alive and warm.  Pushing in as far as she could go, she
eased back, took a fresh breath, and sank forward again.

   Again and again, a slow deepthroat of her brother's dick, drool wrapping
around him, marking her depth with wetness.  It wasn't as far as she would
have liked, only about halfway.  But she would keep trying.  As she
approached her previous best, Sam took a moment to push, eyes clenched with
focus, trying to will her throat to give way just a bit more, and she could
feel just a tiny bit of it squeeze in further...

   "Ahem." Sam's blue eyes blinked open, turning upwards.  A smiling face
of Rob looked down his body at his little sister trying to suck him off
while he was asleep.

   "Oof...  Fowwy." Sam mumbled around his dick.  She eased back, the edge
of his dick's head skidding along the inside of her throat as it left her.
As cock head slid past her little teeth, a glob of drool skidded down her
cheek and onto the bed.  Just one more stain among very, very many.

   "It's okay, Sam," Rob said, gently tugging her up the bed to look her in
the eye.  "But I'd really prefer you woke me up first.  If anything, I'd
like to help you along." His hand slipped across her body, taking hold of
her little boob, just big enough to fill his hand nicely.  Sam hummed
pleasantly at the touch, raising her chin in anticipation of his
approaching lips.  Her tongue flickered out to meet his, eager, if
unskilled.  He took her wild abandon in kissing with stride, putting slow
licks along the inside of her cheeks before tangling with her slippery
tongue.

   A prod at his hip alerted Rob to the effect this was having on his
little sister.  She still had trouble focusing on one or the other,
resulting in both sets of genitals responding at the same time.  Gently
breaking off the kiss, Rob softly said, "Roll over?"

   Knowing what was coming, Sam eagerly rolled over onto her other side,
stiff cock flipping through the air to slap heavily on the bed.  She was
barely half the size of her brother, even at only a third his age.  Still,
Rob was interested in the other half of her equipment.  From their new
position, Rob's hips approached his little sister's.  Smiling widely, she
lifted her leg, letting his cock in to press against her little pussy.  And
then it sank in, edges of cock head skidding along her inner flesh so
deliciously.

   Sam moaned loudly as she felt her brother's thick cock stretching her
pussy so very wide.  As much as she enjoyed giving head, this felt so much
better.  Hard cylinder against yielding flesh, touching her innermost core.
Especially as Rob wrapped his arms around her to grasp her little boobie
again, finger and thumb tweaking at the nipple, while his other hand
stroked her belly, stretching outward around his impaling cock.  And then
he'd begin to thrust, sliding in and out so nicely.

   As siblings fucked to greet the dawn, big brother licking and nibbling
at little sister's ear as she moaned in time with his hips, her own cock
bobbing hard in the hot air, growing hotter as the pair exerted themselves,
calling forth sweat from both of their bodies.  They took on a glistening,
shimmering appearance as they slid wetly against each other.  Rob's hand
went up to slip a finger into Sam's mouth, and she tasted the salt of her
sweat on it, moaning as her tongue slipped out again to lap at his
knuckles.

   "A-hem." Siblings paused as they glanced over shoulders.  On her side
and propped up on one arm, Mom looked down at them, smirking.  Her large,
gravid belly sat on the bed, belly button sticking out at them.  Over their
mumbled apologies for waking her up, Mom said, "Alright, alright, you're
forgiven.  Just roll over.  Morning cravings."

   Knowing exactly what she meant, Rob rolled onto his back, taking Sam
with him without trouble.  Her sweat-soaked back sliding against him, her
cock waved, hard and upright, into the air.  Without anything more, Mom
slid over and hungrily reached for her daughter's stiff cock, opening her
plush lips wide to take it all in one big gulp, a hand gently cupping her
daughter's lightly buzzing balls.

   Getting it coming and going, Sam's entire body stiffened under the
assault of sensation.  Her brother fucking his beefy cock up into her tight
pussy, her own cock sunk hilt-deep within the warm and flexible throat of
her mother, Sam jerked a bit before the jerks became the familiar spasms of
orgasm, both genitals firing at once.  Mom hummed into the spitting cock
spewing young dick cream into her stomach, Rob moaning as his cock and
balls were instantly soaked with pussy juice, his own cock firing off in
response to pump great blobs of semen into tiny pussy, her belly rounding
out around the increasing liquid in her little body before the flow out of
her little cunnie turned into a mixed flow of sibling spunk.

   Overall, this uncomfortably hot pre-dawn morning turned out pretty good.

   Year 52, Month 17, Day 14

   Sam moaned softly as she pushed her hips forward, hard cock sinking
slowly into the hot cunnie of the dark-haired girl lying down under her. 
Their bared boobies rubbed against each other, hardened nipples slipping
and catching as Sam eased her hips back again.  Sam felt her nuts hum with
life as her orgasm approached, pushing forward again to start it hilt-deep.
The girl, perhaps sensing what was coming, wrapped her legs around Sam's
waist and pulled her in.

   "So good, Aunt Cass, ugh!" Sam grunted as her cock began firing, thick
cream blasting deeply into the girl's womb.  Cass moaned loudly as she felt
the hot flow within her, pussy clenching and sucking at the long, thick
cock within it.  Soon, mixed juices squirted and leaked around their
co-joined flesh to soak the dirt under them.  Wet squelches and squirts
filled the air as little hips parted and met again, dueling with their
gasping moans for the attention of ears.  Around them, other villagers went
about their lives, most taking only passing notice of the two
pre-adolescents openly and heavily mating.

   Cass was actually a couple months younger than Sam, but definitely her
aunt, the youngest child of Sam's grandmother Heather.  The two had struck
up a friendship, fostered by being neighbors in a village with no other
kids quite their age.  Naturally, they ended up having sex a lot, in
between chores and their lessons.  In Sam's mind, her image of Cass
shifted, belly ballooning outwards, so big as to threaten to overwhelm her
little body, as instinct grasped at the possibility of pumping her young
aunt full of baby.  Oh, that would be wonderful, to give her best friend a
little girl or boy, squirming around inside her taut, sexy belly and giving
her such pleasure all day.  The image drove Sam to new heights of orgasm,
cock continuing to spunk hard and deep, hoping to make the image true.

   Sure, Mom had said they were probably far too young, when Sam had
mentioned it.  But still, Sam would have loved to knock Aunt Cass up.  The
only way it could be better would be if Sam were knocked up as well,
sharing their first pregnancies together, two bellies stretching outward
side by side for all to see and enjoy.  As their fluids created a not
insubstantial mud puddle underneath them, splattering wide with every
thrust of Sam's spitting cock, Sam glanced off to one side, towards the
lake, and where a couple small boats were coming in towards the dock.

   Sam moaned again, this time with annoyance.  Looking down to Cass, hips
still thrusting in steady page as her cock continued to pump fertile seed,
she said, "Gramma's coming in." Sam focused a little, trying to wrap up her
orgasm a bit early.

   Cass groaned.  "Can't we just fuck more?" Her ankles twined behind Sam,
determined to hold on.

   "You remember what happened when we were late last time?" Sam asked.  "I
don't wanna scrub down the boats again." Cass, not responding, unsecured
her ankles and let her legs fall free.  Sam eased her cock out, coming
loose with a little pop and a final jet of semen from her dick, tracing a
wandering line of white up Cass and onto her boobies.  She stood up and
quickly re-adjusted her shirt and long skirt to cover herself, although her
shirt was getting rather small these days, and hung a few inches above her
waistband, showing off tender belly skin.

   Cass got up as well, but more reluctantly, brushing a bit of dirt from
her naked ass before settling her skirt into place to cover her cunt, and
the twin flows of off-white down both thighs.  "Maybe we can ask Mom for
some fucking.  She's been out on the lake all morning..."

   "I don't think so," Sam stated.  She held up a quiet hand, pointing
towards the approaching boat.  At the front of the three-person boat sat
Heather, but even at this distance, Sam could tell something was wrong. 
She looked...  grumpy.  And did she change her hair?  No, it was wet.  Why
was her hair wet?  "Come on," Sam took Cass' hand, and the two jogged down
to the dock just as the boat pulled in.

   "...drop it, okay?" Sam heard as she approached.  The speaker was Joe,
one of the other two on the boat, chestnut hair and lean of build, and, Sam
knew, a wonderfully thick cock, a tasty fleshy log she'd spent several a
lazy afternoon licking up and down.  Closer now, Sam could see all three of
them were soaking wet, hair dripping down faces and backs.

   "I can drop it, sure," said Linda, a short-haired blonde who was just
shy of six years, not quite fully adult.  "As long as it's clear it wasn't
my fault!"

   "So you want it to be my fault, then?" Heather shot over her shoulder.
"Just get us to the dock." The last was shot back to Joe, as he paddled the
boat along.

   "Well you're the one who capsized us!" Linda shouted.

   "Pardon me if I didn't expect your elbow to come flying at my face!"
Heather shot back.  Reaching out, she grabbed the edge of the wooden dock
as it came close and pulled the boat into place alongside it.  Sam and Cass
slowed down, feet just on the landward end of the dock.  From here, Sam
could see the purplish bruise forming around Heather's left eye. 
"Meanwhile most of our gear and the day's catch is at the bottom of the
lake!  Who should I..?"

   "Stop!" Joe declared loudly.  "Just stop.  Both of you.  More yelling
isn't going to make this day any better." After a moment to see if the
argument was going to flare up again, Joe stood up and stepped on the dock
to start securing the boat.

   The two women settled down, though Sam could see the resentment
flickering across their faces.  As the boat was secured, Heather climbed
out of it and came down the dock to where the two little girls stood.  Sam
tried not to think about her grandmother's large and heavy breasts, her top
near transparent with dripping water, or how tight her pussy would feel on
Sam's dick.  This was their time to learn.  And Heather took it seri... 
wait, something was a little off.  Sam's gaze went over Heather's
curvaceous form once again, quickly.  Then she realized, Heather's breasts,
they weren't drawing quite as much attention.  Where was her necklace? 
Before Sam could think further, Heather stopped before them.  She looked
down and declared, "Alright, you two.  The plan was to show you how to mend
nets, but seeing as how we don't have any right now, go get some bailers
and get all the water out of the boat." Raising an arm, she indicated the
small equipment shed a few steps from the end of the dock.  With that, she
stormed off towards her house, probably to change.

   Sam and Cass set about their assigned chore, using small leather pouches
to scoop up water from the half-drowned boat and toss it back into the
lake. Sam would have preferred to work with nets, but then...  Looking up
from her seat in the moored boat, Sam looked at Joe, who was sitting on the
end of the dock, watching the lake, and occasionally making sure the two
girls kept working.  After a bit of thought, Sam quietly asked him, "Joe,
what happened out there?"

   Joe looked her way, an eyebrow rising slightly at the question.  After a
moment, he shrugged.  "A misunderstanding." Looking back to the horizon, he
added, after a few moments, "We were fishing out there, nets in the water,
waiting for a decent tug to start hauling in a catch.  Takes a lot of time.
We were starting to feel the urge to fuck, and Heather told us to go ahead
while she kept an eye on the nets.  So Linda was riding me, hot and heavy,
just how I like it, her back to Heather.  And then, right in the middle of
our cum, the fish start tugging on the nets.  Only, Linda didn't notice,
she just kept on going up and down on my cock, orgasming the while."

   Joe paused, considering.  "To be fair, I wasn't paying that much
attention to the fish either.  You know how it is, Sam, a big pair of tits
in your face, and a belly that wants your spunk.  And I was in the middle
of cumming into Linda as well.  So Heather grabs the nets, tries to haul
them in.  Only it's too much for one person.  She struggles for a bit, then
grabs for Linda's arm.  She was probably just trying to get our attention.
Only, Linda twisted around, hard, her elbow ended up in Heather's face. 
Heather slammed into the side of the boat, which, added with the fish
pulling, rocked the boat hard enough that we just went right over."

   Joe sighed.  "All the gear, the nets, the few muckfish we'd gotten
already, and the three of us, right into the lake.  It was all we could do
to get the boat upright and get back in.  And then it was a shouting match
the whole way back."

   Sam considered that for a while, the regular splashing of two small
bailers keeping rhythm, until she asked, "What about Grandma's necklace?"

   Joe shrugged.  "Bottom of the lake, most like."

   Sam was about to ask more when a disturbance caught her attention,
talking and murmuring off a ways.  When she looked over towards the sounds,
she saw several of the villagers crowding around something near the
furthest house.  "What's going on?" Cass asked, when she noticed Sam's
attention and turned to look.

   Joe frowned a little.  "Not sure.  I'll go check real quick, you kids
keep going." Securing that command with a finger jabbed at the soggy boat,
he stood up and walked off towards the disturbance.  With little else to
do, Sam and Cass returned to mucking out the boat, only occasionally
glancing over at the distant crowd.

   "Think it's Betty?" Sam asked, naming the village trader.  "Maybe she
brought back something nice?"

   Cass shook her head.  "She hasn't left, yet.  She was over last night
talking with mom about what to take out.  Takes all day to get it together,
she wouldn't leave until tomorrow morning." More water was moved in silence
for a moment before Cass asked, "Maybe something happened?"

   Sam shrugged.  "Doesn't sound like it.  Whatever it is, it..." Sam
glanced up again, then cut herself off, shushing Cass and focusing again on
her work.  Joe was coming back.

   Walking up to them, his expression strange, he firmly stated, "Sam, you
can stop now.  Come with me."

   Sam blinked.  "What?  Why?  Am I doing it wrong?"

   Joe shook his head.  "No, just come with me.  Cass, keep going." With
nothing else said, Joe turned to go.  Sharing a concerned glance with Cass,
Sam got out of the boat and jogged to catch up with Joe.  As he lead her
towards the muttering crowd, Sam's mind raced over what it could possibly
be that needed her.  As the crowd parted to let the two of them pass, Sam
found herself in an open space around two figures.

   One was Sam's Mom, talking with the other, a figure wearing a hooded
leather cape, her back towards Sam.  As she approached, Sam couldn't help
but feel the tension in the air.  Once they were close enough, Joe told
them, "Here she is.  Sam, daughter of Katherine." Indicating the little
girl, he then stepped back and to the crowd around them.

   "Well, well," the hooded figure said, as it turned around.  Sam found
herself looking up into large green eyes in a beautiful, feminine face. 
"At last we meet." She paused, before verbally backing up.  "Well,
actually..." Her arms came up to tap the side of her face, massive breasts
squishing slightly under the light shirt she wore, conical nipples
outlining briefly.  "We've met once before.  But you were so young at the
time I doubt you'd remember."

   Sam tried to do a little curtsey, mindful of her manners, and sensing
something was special about this stranger.  "Yes, I'm Sam.  And who are
you?"

   "Honey," Mom interjected, indicating the strange woman beside her.  As
Mom spoke, the stranger lowered her hood, letting her long red hair out for
all to see.  "This is Elder Pat.  She's come quite a ways to see you."

   "To see me?" Sam tried not to fidget.  She'd heard Mom and Grandma
Heather talk about Elder Pat, always with deference.  Someone like this
wanted to see little her?  "Did I do something?"

   Pat chuckled softly, shaking her head.  "It's not something you did,
it's something you are." Smiling, Pat casually reached down to the long
fabric hanging from the front of her curvaceous, womanly hips.  Tugging it
aside, she revealed a huge cock hanging loosely down towards her knees,
with heavy nuts behind it.  "Something that I am as well."

   Sam, eyes widening with comprehension, stared at Pat's exposed cock for
a moment before looking back up to Elder Pat's face.  Following suit, Sam
tugged her own skirt aside, letting Pat see her own dick, hanging there
from girlish hips below developing boobies.  "I didn't know there was
anyone else like me..."

   Pat let go of her skirt, letting it conceal her endowment again.  "Hmm.
A little odd, that..." After a moment, Sam let her skirt go as well.

   Mom spoke up, "Well, you're here so rarely, Elder, it doesn't come up.
And we don't know of any other futas."

   Pat nodded.  "That's because there aren't any others." Stepping forward,
Pat sank to one knee, bringing herself down to Sam's level.  "Little Sam,
here, is the only other futa in the world." Sam stood there, fidgeting, as
Pat slowly looked her over.  "Tell me, Sam, what is your day like?"

   "My day?" Sam asked.  When Pat nodded, Sam felt a little confused. 
She'd never tried talking about her life with a stranger before.  "Well, I
live with Mom, my brother Rob, and little sister Kimmie.  When we wake up
in the morning, we fuck a bit, eat some breakfast...  or maybe eat some
breakfast and then fuck a bit, or sometimes both at once..."

   "Yes, continue," Pat sated, her voice calm, yet enticing.  Sam took a
moment to wonder what it'd be like to fuck her mouth...

   "Um, then I go meet Aunt Cass, and we fuck some, before morning lessons.
Then it's lunch and fucking before the fishing boats come in for the day,
and it's afternoon lessons.  Then I go home to do chores and fuck my mom
before dinner, and then I get to play and fuck for a bit before bedtime."
Sam trailed off as she concluded a normal day for a very young excel,
hoping it was enough for the Elder.

   Pat considered her words before asking, "And what does your Aunt Cass
teach you during lessons?"

   "Oh, Aunt Cass is my age, it's usually Nancy teaching us." Pat nodded,
taking the correction in stride.  "She teaches us reading and writing,
numbers and counting, plants and animals, stuff like that.  But afternoons
we learn about boats and fish, do jobs for the fishers.  It was going to be
net mending today, but..."

   Pat tilted her head, brow furrowing slightly.  "Sam, what is the square
root of nine?"

   Sam frowned.  "Uh, what?  What's a square root?" She glanced at her mom,
who winced visibly.  Not getting any hints there, Sam tried to find an
answer.  "Do you mean nard trees?  There roots are kinda square, I
think..." Sam pointed to one that happened to be nearby, twisting trunk and
jagged leaves, easy to spot among the straight threadleaf trees.

   Sam came to a stop as Pat turned her head around to look at Mom.  Sam
couldn't see Pat's expression, but she saw Mom's reaction.  It reminded Sam
of the time she'd skipped out on afternoon lessons and Heather had to come
find her...  She didn't think Mom could even be scared of someone.  Before
she could ask what was going on, Pat turned back around to Sam, her
expression calm.  "Excuse me, Sam.  I need to talk to your mother for a
bit. Please, return to your normal day." As she spoke, she rose back to her
feet.

   Sam nodded, and turned to go.  But she did so slowly, turning her head
to try to listen as Pat walked back over to Mom.  She heard the Elder ask,
"What have you been teaching them?" but only got a few scraps of the
answer. "...  useful ...  never use...  practical..." And then she was too
far to hear.  With little else to do, Sam returned to the dock.  Much of
that afternoon passed in whispered discussion with Cass about the Elder's
arrival, and her interest in Sam.

   It wasn't until Sam went home for the evening that she found out more.
Over dinner, wooden plates full of smoked fish and sliced naner, Sam looked
up at Mom, sitting there with such a sad look on her face.  "What is it,
Mom?" she asked.  As she did, across the table Rob looked up from his meal
as well, wooden fork still in his mouth with it's morsel partially
delivered.

   Mom sighed softly, then looked up at Sam, smiling.  And yet, it was a
very odd sort of smile.  "Elder Pat...  has decided that you will go back
with her to the main village, Sam." Looking back down at her own
barely-touched meal, she added, "She feels it'd be better for you."

   "What?" Sam asked, feeling her insides sinking slowly.  "What did I
do..?"

   Mom quickly looked up again, holding up a halting hand.  "No, honey,
it's nothing you did.  It's what I did...  What this village has done. 
Elder Pat believes that we aren't teaching you the right things." Her face
lowered again, her voice softening, "...  that we can't teach you the right
things." Picking up again, she continued, "She just wants to help you, Sam.
And I agree."

   "But..." Sam tried to focus through the whirlwind of emotion.  "But I
live here!  Aunt Cass, and Rob, and Kimmie, and you too, Mom!  We live
here!"

   "Sam, honey," Mom reached out to set her hand on top of Sam's little
hand.  "It's alright.  This will be good for you.  And we're not going
anywhere.  We'll still be here when you get back.  You'll just be away for
a while, and eventually you can come back." As Sam soaked in her words, Mom
leaned over to kiss her gently.  "It's for the best.  You'll see."

   When the morning came, Sam was at the village's edge, small pack full of
spare clothes and a few mementos on her hip, her little cloak around her
shoulders in case it rained on the way back.  At that moment, that cloak
was open as she bent over, Cass on hands and knees under Sam, her skirt
tossed up to let Sam's hard dick thrust into Cass' tight pussy.  As Sam
fucked her young aunt, each pull back was matched by her brother, Rob,
hunched over Sam and pushing his cock forward into Sam's own little kitty.
Rob reached down to lift up Sam's shirt and massage her little boobies,
tweaking her nipples so nice to go with the double fuck.

   Sam glanced to the side, mouth wide open with loud moaning, watching as
Elder Pat was doing much the same with Mom and Joe, fucking both at the
same time with cock and pussy.  And also nearby, Trader Betty sat on the
wheel of her cart, legs out wide as a couple other girls of the village ate
her out.  The entire scene was being watched by most of the village, who
had turned out to see the Elder and Trader off.  As Sam's body began to
jerk, her dick thumping hot cream right into her best friend's belly, she
felt Rob start to cum as well, his great brotherly cock doing it's duty to
try and get his little futa sister pregnant in front of the entire village.

   As Betty sprayed her pussy juice all over the girls before her, Pat and
Joe joined in with the flow of breeding spunk.  The area stank of sex as
pussies filled and overflowed, a melange of fluids splattering the ground
around them.

   Eventually, their needs satisfied for the time being, Sam made her final
goodbyes to her family before Elder Pat insisted that they get going.  Even
so, Sam turned back to wave repeatedly, until the village was out of sight,
with nothing but the whiteness dripping from her dick and out of her pussy
to keep her warm.

   They walked in silence for hours, one foot in front of the other, the
burbling river never out of sight as it meandered across the countryside.
It wasn't until Pat called a break that Sam noticed how far they had come.
Nothing looked familiar, and even the comfortable plume from the
smokehouse' chimney could not be seen.  The break was to fuck, of course,
and Sam had her first experience in double-dicking a single pussy. 
Normally she and Rob traded off when they were fucking Mom, but Elder Pat
took a seat on the ground and directed Betty to sit on her massive cock,
then Sam to come in behind Betty and shove her dick into Betty's pussy as
well.

   Sam felt her cock sliding along Pat's, feeling so small next to the
fully-grown futanari, yet the warmth was so delicious, Betty's leaking
pussy lubing up both cocks to let them slide so smoothly against each
other. It wasn't long before all three of them were cumming full force, and
Sam could feel Pat's balls twitching against her own, launching wave after
wave into the trader's all-too-happy cunt.  Even as she was pumping her
young semen into Betty, spunk pouring out and all over her clenching nuts,
Sam saw Pat reach around the woman between them and take firm hold of the
back of Sam's head, pulling her in close.  Pat's long tongue met Sam's,
and, both still fucking and coming, the pair twined their tongues together,
both wrapping completely around twice, in a wonderful open kiss.  Sam was
unpracticed, she knew, but Pat was so welcoming, so patient, it felt
different from how Rob and Mom kissed her.

   Minutes later, as orgasms eventually faded, the kiss faded as well,
leaving Sam softly gasping for air, her little hips spastically humping at
Betty's ass even though her dick was done for now.  As the adults nudged
the child back and got to their feet, Pat casually struck up conversation.
"So, how has it been so far?" Off of Sam's look, she added, "Being away
from your family."

   Sam considered that, as Betty picked up the handles of her trading cart
and set to walking again, Sam and Pat falling in step beside her.  "It's
okay, I guess.  I kinda miss them, but I also kinda want to see the main
village, too.  So...  alright?" She shrugged.

   Pat smiled.  "It's bound to be a little uncertain.  Being taken to a new
place, seeing new people, new land...  Equal parts thrilling and scary."

   Sam considered her words, little feet plodding along in silence for a
bit.  There was some value there, but...  "Elder Pat?" When Pat's eyes
turned to Sam's again, she carefully continued, "Why am I going to this new
place?"

   Pat's brow furrowed slightly.  "Surely your mother told you..?"

   Sam shrugged, "She just said you thought she couldn't teach me right."

   Pat's face relaxed, and she slowly nodded.  "You were being taught
practical things.  How to fish, take care of tools, how to hunt and
gather...  That's all good, but your other studies were at the most basic.
How to read and write, and only basic arithmetic.  You need more than that.
It's very important that you learn much more." Pat sighed, turning her face
away.  "To be honest, if I could, I'd ask to bring every child in that
village with us.  But we just couldn't handle that, there's too many."

   "But why?"

   Pat's eyes scrunched closed, focusing on answering.  "Sam, I hope you'll
eventually understand one day, but the truth is, we're losing knowledge.  I
know so many things, things that could truly help all of our people.  But
explaining how and why would take years, even decades, not to mention that
much of it cannot be immediately used.  We do not have the materials or
methods to actually put those bits of knowledge to any use." Pat's eyes
opened again, looking to Sam, firmly, yet with a deep sadness lingering
behind her eyes.  "Practical knowledge of things we can do today, or
tomorrow, or next year, is fine.  But the things I know would help our
people for centuries to come.  I need to know that at least some of my
knowledge will survive that long."

   "You want me to know what you know?" Sam quietly asked.

   Pat's lips curled in a gentle smile.  "Not everything.  And certainly
not right away.  That'd be asking a lot of you.  But, tell me, Sam...  If
you could know and share things that would help your family, your friends,
and everyone around you, not just for today, or tomorrow, but for every day
and year to come in your entire life...  Would you?"

   They walked in silence as Sam mulled over that question slowly in her
head, but only for a few moments as Pat added, "Don't answer right away. 
It's a big question.  Think it over, now and then.  Anyways, maybe you
could try sharing some of what you know with me?  You said you were
learning to mend nets yesterday?"

   Sam glanced at Pat as the new question came.  "Huh?  Oh..." Sam shook
her head as she shuffled the big question she'd just been asked to one
side. "Well, we were gonna, but we didn't get to it.  Had to drain water
from one of the boats instead."

   Pat frowned.  "What?  Why would you do that instead?"

   Sam shrugged.  "Something happened out on the lake.  Joe said that they
capsized, and Grandma Heather lost her necklace.  She was angry when they
pulled in.  Something about a misunderstanding.  Well, Joe called it that.
I'm not sure what...  Elder?" Sam looked beside her as she walked along,
and then stopped and turned as she realized Pat was no longer there.

   Pat had stopped in her tracks, her gaze intent on some distant thought.
Her lips were moving slightly, as if she were muttering to herself.  As
Betty's cart came to a halt when she, too, realized something was up, Pat
quickly stepped forward, her tone changing.  "Betty, take Sam to the
village, take her to Christine, and tell Christine to care for Sam until I
get back." Hands coming down, Pat swept Sam up under her shoulders to lift
her up and over to a firm seat on the cart.  "If I'm not back tomorrow,
I'll only be gone a few days."

   "Elder?" Betty asked, visibly concerned.

   "Just take Sam there, I need to go back, now." Focusing on Sam again,
Pat told her, "Christine will take care of you, she's a gentle soul.  I
won't be long.  I hope." Setting a gentle hand on Sam's shoulder for a
moment, Pat gazed into her eyes before turning, and, her cloak billowing
behind her, began to hurry back down the way they had just came.

   Sam and Betty watched her go, until Betty turned and started walking
again, her cart full of goods just a little heavier.  Sam held onto her
seat, wondering at the new life ahead of her, the old life behind her, and
a very big question...

   *****

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