From: an229316@anon.penet.fi (" An Inmate ")
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
Subject: Chapter One "The Sacrifice" (M, elk)
Date: Mon, 01 Apr 1996 00:29:37 GMT

			    The Sacrifice.
				  by
			      An Inmate
			     Chapter One

	It was Friday when I walked out of the clinic in Dallas. The
weather was warm and a slight breeze was blowing. Still, to me the
world had taken on a deep shade of black. I hailed a cab to take me
back to the hotel to pack my bags. As I rode in the taxi, I pulled out
the final five forms that I had been given when I left the clinic.
They were filled with a lot of medical terminology that went a bit
beyond what I did understand.

	However, it was the last page that set it all out. I was to
given about six months to live. I had been diagnosed with a brain
tumor. It was nothing much right now, minor headaches that lasted long
after the aspirin I took. But, time would let it grow and invade areas
of my brain that controlled the sections I was using and with that,
would shut me down also. Time after time I was told that it was in an
area that would not permit any doctor to operate, with any hope that I
would live through it.

	I always liked betting on long shots, but had yet to find a
doctor to be willing to take the ride with me. So, I was heading home
and I guess, simply going to sit down and wait to die. After packing
my bags and paying the bill for my stay, I headed for the airport. As
I had come to the place, it was busy. Now, it was stuffed with people.

	I was able to check in and get a seat assignment next to a
window on the jet. As I sat in the waiting area to board my flight, I
spent those moments trying to decide if I wanted to simply end it
quickly after I got home, or let the tumor have its way and kill me
slowly. Finally, the jet was open for boarding and I filed in along
with other travelers.

	The jet filled quickly and after another twenty minutes, it
left the terminal and then rolled across the tarmac and waited its
turn to take off. As we waited, I noticed that the passengers were all
quiet. I made a slight smile. It didn't matter what country the
passengers were from,they all seemed to know that the most dangerous
time was the take off.

	The jet shook as power was applied. Then, with a jerk, we
began rolling down the runway. Power was being applied all through it
and bit by bit, the speed was increasing. Then, like some figment of a
persons imagination. The jet quickly left the ground and roared into
the morning sky.

	I was bound for Portland, Oregon. Born and raised there, no
better place to live or die, in my opinion. Below, the land seemed to
crawl by us. A funny thing about traveling, being high in the air, it
doesn't seem like you're moving at 400 miles per hour. But, get this
jet down within a hundred feet of the ground and you get a distinctly
different impression.

	As the jet leveled out, I pulled out a small pad and started
to make small notes as to what I was going to do before I died.
Nothing wild or impulsive, but some things I have thought about doing
and never got around to do them. Also, I was considering what to leave
to friends of mine. I had few real nice things, but figured they might
want something to remind them of me. Lastly, I was again thinking how
I might end it quickly.

	The stewardesses were serving the in-flight meal when I, along
with the entire back section of the jet heard one hell of a bang. The
jet canted a bit then straightened out. The stewardesses had stopped
serving for a moment, then continued. The speaker came on and the
pilot told us that the bang was probably from the fuel system getting
a bit of excess and flaring it out the back. I knew very little of
jets, but I didn't believe his words of reassurance

	Cars, trucks and boats may have a backfire, but I have never
heard of a jet engine doing so. Odd, I thought it sounded more like
something had hit us and probably would have believed it more then the
backfire story. However, the jet continued to fly and the food was
good, so I shut off thinking for a bit and dug in.

	About an hour later, the trays had been cleared and the jet
was starting to bounce around the sky in some turbulence. Again the
speaker came on and the pilot spoke to us about how we were
approaching the Rocky Mountains. The sun was reflecting off the snow
and creating turbulence.

	The words were correct and I started to be lulled into a
feeling of security. Then, a series of shakes and shivers went through
the jet. I gripped the armrests a bit tighter and then the seatbelt
lights came on. In seconds, I had my belt around me. Some might think
I should have just let the thing flop around, as I wasn't going to be
around much longer.

	While that was true, I sort of was greedy for the next day. A
man that is drowning, desires for more breath as I desired more days.
I just wanted time to get my affairs in order and say goodbye to some
people.

	The bouncing stopped and the pilot came on once more to let us
know that the jet was going higher to avoid the turbulence. As I could
feel the engines surging, I happened to look out the window and saw
one of the jet engines seem to shift under its holding bolts.

	My eyes opened wide and so did my mouth. But I didn't utter a
sound. The turbulence picked up and I saw the engine shift a couple
more time. Then, a fine spray of particles came from the joined area
of the engine and wing. The engine slowly moved forward and then
seemed to edge up.

	In the span of two seconds, it then seemed to shove itself
forward and then shot backwards over the wing trailing some wires and
cables. The jet heaved to its side momentarily and then heaved again.

	The engine had torn a gaping hole in the wing as it came to
the end of the cables. I saw the engine fall from sight and then began
to hear screaming from the front section. The passenger next to me
asked me what had happened.

	I hesitated a moment the told him what I saw. He nodded and
then drained his drink. He didn't say anything more after that. I
could feel the jet now straining to stay aloft. But the wing was
damaged and I could see it crinkling along the area the engine had
damaged. I knew that an emergency landing was needed, but doubted that
we would be in time.

	Just then, the pilot came on and spoke the truth. He told us
that the jet had been crippled, badly. They would be performing an
emergency landing and for everybody to prepare. He directed the
stewardesses to ready the jet and for all of us to hold on. The jet
began to lose height and the wing crumpled some more as we went lower.

	The stewardesses quickly made their ways around the cabin and
checked all the passengers. After that, they too took their seats and
waited for the impact. I watched out the window as the wing crumpled
some more and then a crack appeared as we came closer to touchdown. I
think we were fifty feet above the ground when the damaged part of the
wing gave up and snapped off. The jet heeled over on its side and we
touched the ground.

	As if in slow motion, the jet began to cartwheel in the snow.
First, the damaged wing, then the nose of the jet was next. Followed
by the other good wing and then the tail. The screams, shouts and
wails smashed into my ears as the jet did the same into the ground.
All I could remember was a sudden ripping sound at the end and then,
everything went black.

From: an229316@anon.penet.fi (" An Inmate ")
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
Subject: Chapter Two "The Sacrifice"
Date: Mon, 01 Apr 1996 00:30:08 GMT

			    The Sacrifice
			     Chapter Two

	I felt something cold touch me on the cheek. Then another and
another. I slowly opened my eyes and saw nothing but dark gray clouds
and millions of snowflakes falling into my vision and some of them
were landing on my face. I sat there a moment and then remembered what
happened. I slowly turned my head a saw the jet had splintered into
chunks and pieces. Bodies lay strewn all around me and the passenger
who I spoke to last was also dead.

	I slowly began to move my legs and hands, feeling if they had
been damaged. I felt a slight twinge from my right knee, but nothing
else was hurt. I shook my head and I slowly unbuckled my seatbelt and
then stood up and looked around. I called out a couple of times, to
see if anybody else had survived the crash. Receiving no answer, I
shivered with the thought that I might be the only one to be alive.
How could this be? Why was I the only one?

	I began to walk around the area, the snow was falling heavily
now. I walked up to all the bodies and checked to make sure that they
were truly dead. Coming to a large section of the jet, I found a
supply of blankets and pillows. As it was becoming darker, I resolved
to search again tomorrow and see if what I thought then was true. I
alone had survived a terrible disaster.

	The morning light did nothing to dispel my belief that I was
the only one to live through the crash. After spending four hours
going from one area to another, I had found nobody else alive. The
snow had stopped falling during the night, but there was about eight
inches on the ground. My shoes were soaked and I went back to my area
to rest again. As I sat there, it became apparent that the authorities
would be launching a rescue effort, but only when the clouds cleared.
I looked at the sky and didn't feel too positive about that happening
very soon.

	Looking around the area, I saw that the pilot had landed in a
narrow canyon. From the length of the area, he tried his best, if the
wing had stayed stable until the jet had landed, a lot of the
passengers would be alive right now. Damn, just fifty feet more and
that would have spelled the difference. In searching the area, I had
found some bags of snacks thrown out and opened a couple of bags and
ate them.

	I could feel the wind pick up a bit and thought how nice a
fire would be. Getting up, I went to what was left of the galley and
storage area of the jet. I found some books of matches and then ran
across some luggage that was also tossed around. One of the cases had
split open and I found a coat that was lined and thick. I tried it on
and found it fitted perfectly. Also, was a pair of wading boots. I
slipped them on also and then went back and started a small fire on a
broken section of the jet.

	Watching the flames dance, I started to consider my chances of
surviving until a rescue could be mounted. If I could find enough to
eat, I should be able to make it. However, it might be possible that
the authorities would not risk a search until the next spring as it
was already winter in the mountains. Hopefully, they would be ready to
go on a moments notice, and, I would be looking and ready for them. I
started planning on what I would do to prepare, as I did so, I fell
asleep.

	I woke up during the night, something was sniffing around the
area. I heard some sounds and then slammed a couple of pieces of metal
together to make a racket. Whatever it was, left in a hurry. I relit
the fire and waited for daybreak. Looking at my watch, I saw it was
just past six in the morning. In about another hour, daylight started
to come and with it, a cold dose of reality

	It had snowed again during the night, now everything was
covered with a foot of snow. Most of the jet was covered in snow with
few parts showing what it had been. If a searcher was looking, they
would have to be very experienced to spot the wreckage. My hopes
dimmed with each passing moment of dawn.

	I spent the morning looking around for the luggage that the
jet was carrying. After I gathered all I could find, I started to go
through it. I had mentally worked out a list of stuff that I might
need and the priorities that they held to me. The first was clothing,
of this, I found a lot of people knew it was cold in Oregon and they
had prepared for it.

	The only problem was that little of it would fit me. I was
able to solve that problem with my next find. A collection of thread
that an elderly passenger had probably been carrying. Continuing my
search, I came across a suitcase that was a real bastard to open,
imagine my surprise when I found it filled with jewelry and money.
Laughing, I tossed it away from me. After all, what the hell good was
it going to do me here?

	Continuing my digging, I found other things that would help me
to survive. My best find was a small one burner stove piece that you
set on top of a fuel container and a spare canister. It was too cold
to light it right then, but when I needed to, I was sure I could get
it going. I then went to the galley section of the jet and found a
couple of large containers that held bags and bags of peanuts. It
might get boring eating them in a few days, but at this point, they
looked like a feast to me.

	I sorted out the brightest of clothing and laid it to the side
to use as a marker should the skies clear. Then, I started to make a
more permanent shelter for myself. I had counted the bags of peanuts
earlier, it looked like about two weeks of food and maybe a few more
days if I stretched it.

	As the snow had gotten deeper, I had thought about making some
sort of helper to walk over the snow. A flash of memory came to me and
within a few hours, I had a couple of sets of snowshoes. Made from the
hull of the jet, they would help me to walk through deep snow. Then, I
thought about the amount of time I should wait for a rescue. True,
they would be looking, but what if they couldn't see the mountain?

	How long should I wait to try and walk out of here? With this
thought, I started to think of all the problems I would, or could
possibly encounter with that idea. I guess it was part of human nature
to disregard something new when I was safe here. But, now the seed of
thought had been planted and I was starting to think on it. The sky
started to drop more snow on the ground as I did so and covered the
area some more. Four feet and this place would be just another
snowfield.

	Keeping myself busy would be the trick. My mind not upon the
desolation, but the future of what little time I had and the things I
needed to do to make sure that I would be there to see it. I then
stood up and walked out of the shelter. Four feet of snow to fall,
then I would have to rely on myself and make the attempt to walk out.
I shivered at the thought, but began to prepare just in case.

From: an229316@anon.penet.fi (" An Inmate ")
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
Subject: Chapter three "The Sacrifice"
Date: Mon, 01 Apr 1996 00:33:31 GMT

			    The Sacrifice
			    Chapter Three

	A slow week had gone by. In that time, I had made a backpack
to carry what I would need if I had to walk out. I had searched the
remains and found a couple more things I could use. One of the things
was a large knife. I had seen this type of knife advertised quite
often, it had a hollow handle and the handle was the secret.

	On top of it, was a compass, inside the handle was a kit to
saw wood, some fishing line, a couple of needles and a few "strike
anywhere" matches. The knife itself was honed to a fine sharpness and
would be very useful on my walk out. In the week of waiting, I had
measured the fall of snow and had come up to the four foot level and
now was preparing to leave.

	The other reason to leave was the last thing I heard on a
small radio that I found in the wreckage. Before it gave up, I heard
an announcer speaking about the flight that was lost and presumed to
have crashed into the mountains. The national weather service had
predicted that the weather would not clear up for another two weeks.
It was believed that there were no survivors and come next spring,
they would began looking.

	The radio fizzled out after that. I slung it away in a fury. I
know I was but one person, but couldn't they try looking? In anger I
raged at

	the sky and the weather. Finally, I realized that I was
wasting energy and lay down. I would begin the next day at walking out
of the canyon.

	During the night, I had a strange dream. I was sinking in snow
and slowly suffocating. Startled and scared, I woke up several times.
I had never had such a vivid dream like that, also, I had never had
one repeat more then once a night. I dreamed this several times.
Needless to say, I was very nervous when I started out, but something
seemed to push me away from the area.

	Walking on the snow with my snowshoes, I made good time along
the base of the canyon. I stopped once to cut a walking stick from a
tree that was near. Before I left, I made a map of the area so I could
help the recovery of bodies next spring. Hiking along, I found that I
was not as ready for this physically as I had believed.

	It was night when I made it to an area that looked like I
could begin ascending in the morning. As I rested, a nagging thought
hit me and try as I might to rest, I felt the need to be moving along.
With great difficulty, I pushed the feeling away and rested for the
night. When I got up the next morning, I felt the nagging feeling even
worse. I found a slight edge along the wall, then started up.

	I figured I was eight thousand feet up before I started,
before the day was done, I guessed I would be another thousand feet
higher. The cold at this height was raw and biting. The wind was
light, but cut my face like a razor. I had covered my face as best as
possible, but I still felt the sting of it.

	As I climbed up, the feelings I had been bothered with fell
away and from time to time, I stopped and looked back. The canyon
below was even narrower then I had first believed. Turing around, I
saw a large tree in front of me. A good place to rest for a moment. I
had just sat down after taking off my backpack and snowshoes when I
felt the ground shake slightly. I passed it off as unsteadiness. But,
then it came again, with more force.

	For only twenty seconds it rumbled through the mountains. Snow
from the tree shook off onto the ground and me and I spent the next
few moments brushing it off. I then heard another rumble. Thinking the
shaking was going to occur again, I grabbed the tree. The rumbling
continued, but the tree didn't shake. I stepped away from it and
looked down the mountain.

	It took a moment for me to see what was happening, but I then
saw the land below began to shift. Then, whole sections of snow broke
away from the mountain and headed down to the bottom of the canyon
gathering speed with each passing moment. Huge sections joined into
one massive avalanche and then struck the bottom of the canyon.

	In moments, what was left of the jet and passengers was
covered in snow ten feet deep or more. The shelter I had made was
smashed into splinters and wiped from the face of the canyon. I stood
there, stunned and shaking. I had now avoided death twice, what was
next to come?

	I stayed under the tree for the night and then picked up my
stuff and headed on. I hoped to find a high point when the weather
cleared. I thought that it would allow me to see if any lights were
visible at night and I could use them as a bearing as I headed down
the mountain. It was a long shot, but as I said before, I like to
take them.

	I walked along and from time to time, saw tracks in the snow.
In places, I saw a couple of small animals looking for food. Even with
my meager supplies, I opened a bag and tossed them some. One of them
ran to the food and stuffed several in its mouth and ran away. The
other one approached them slowly and ate them as it sat there. I felt
that I was watching myself for a moment. Each bite savored and
consumed to get the most pleasure from it.

	Finally, it finished and hopped away. I continued and found a
sort of shelter under some rocks. As I lay there, I thought I heard
the sound of a helicopter going overhead. I looked out and saw that it
was a large elk stepping carefully in the snow as I did when unsure as
to the deepness of it. It saw me then snorted and ran away. In my
chest, my heat was beating faster. I had seen creatures like this on
t.v.

	Never had I seen one this close before.

	Proud and majestic, they were ruthless during the rutting
season. I had watched a show about them and heard that an hour fight
was rare, but not unheard of. I had also heard of them mating with
thirty cows or more during the season also. Smiling, I went to sleep
and dreamed of nothing. Waking up the next morning, I saw tracks in
the snow that told me the bull had come back and came closer to where
I slept. Usually, I believed that once an animal was scared from an
area, it would not return for a long while. Shrugging my shoulders, I
walked on, following the compass.

	Late in the day, I found out that I should have paid more
attention to where I was walking. I had unknowingly walked onto an ice
field and the first indication of trouble was when I slipped, fell and
began to slide down the mountain. In moments, I was moving at a speed
far in excess of stopping safely and suddenly. Trying to use my
walking stick to slow down with, only caused me to lose my grip on it
and on I went.

	As I sped by a clump of snow, my left arm struck it and I was
sent spinning. I tried to dig in with my snowshoes, but I was flipped
over onto my face and now faced the possibility of stopping face first
using my head as the bumper. I hit a series of dips and on the third
one, I separated from my backpack. Losing my stick and snowshoes was
bad enough, but the food I was using to survive was too much. I had
had my face rubbed into the ice several times now and I raised my head
and saw a group of trees headed for me. I closed my eyes and used my
right arm to cover my face and prepared for impact.

	Somehow, fortune smiled upon me and I slipped between two of
the trees and landed in a large dry area created by the trees. I felt
my leg slam against on of the other trees as I hit the ground and
heard a crack. Pain flowed up my leg and I screamed in agony. I guess
I sort of blacked out from it, because I woke up and it was night. I
had little with me, but I made the best use of it.

	Gathering up a couple handfuls of dried needles, I made a
small fire to keep myself warm. What I would do tomorrow, would be
decided them. For now, I would stay like this. I sat up slowly,
feeling the throb of my leg as I did so. I saw that I had broken the
bone of my leg, about five inches below my knee. I reached up and felt
for the branches. Using the cutting kit in the knife, I cut four
pieces of limbs and bound the leg with them. To ease the pain, I
covered it in snow before I worked on it. With this, I was able to
steady the leg and bind it with a minimum of agony.

	I had taken the small first aid kit from the jet with me.
However, it had been in the backpack. I sat there and wondered if it
would be worth the trouble to go back and search for the pack. I
didn't feel I could continue without it. So, I decided to look for it
when morning came.

	Before I started off the next morning, I cut a couple of large
branches to use as crutches. I had just stepped out of the group of
trees, when I heard a snuffing sound, then panting. I knew that sound
well, and it struck fear in my heart. I stood there and almost from
nowhere, I was surrounded by a large pack of wolves. Big, mean and
wild they were.

	They looked at me like I was to be their breakfast...

From: an229316@anon.penet.fi (" An Inmate ")
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
Subject: Chapter Four "The Sacrifice"
Date: Mon, 01 Apr 1996 00:35:31 GMT

			    The Sacrifice
			     Chapter Four

	There were eight of them. One held back a few paces. I guessed
it was the youngest of the pack. They were hungry and they didn't want
some youngster screwing up there meal. Slowly moving in different
directions, they were studying me and how best to attack. I knew I
couldn't run, also, that would have been suicidal anyway. My best bet
was to stay near the tree and use that as a defensive post.

	The alpha male and female were on either side of me. I guessed
they would attack as soon as my attention was diverted from them and
to the front of the attack. I pulled out the knife and held it, point
up.

	I just stood there and waited for them to make the first move.

	It came suddenly, the large male beside the alpha male leaped
for my face and I ducked and swung the knife up as he came down. There
was a yelp and the teeth of the beast sunk into my shoulder. Then, the
jaw relaxed and it fell to the snow, dead. For some reason, the wolves
moved back a bit. Was it because they had so assumed that the large
male would easily defeat me? Or, was it something else?

	They regrouped, shifting positions. Waiting to see what would
happen. I then saw a flicker out of the corner of my eye and turned
slightly. This was all the alpha female needed, with a snarl, she
struck my exposed side and gripped my arm in her teeth. Snarling, the
rest of them came forward as I fell to the snow fighting the creature.

	I heard the sounds of the other snarls, then a brief thudding
shook the ground and yelping and howls filled the air. Struggling with
the female, I finally got my knife pointed right and stabbed her in
the chest. She died in mid-snarl and then her eyes glazed over and she
let go. Bleeding from several bite wounds, I stood up and to my
amazement, found the rest of the pack in front of me. Dead and dying.

	The youngest wolf was lying in the snow kicking out his last.
The alpha males head was crushed and the other wolves had similar
injuries. The snow around the area was so torn up, that I didn't know
what had happened. One moment, I was facing death, the next...

	My head started to ache about this time. I had read that the
only drawback to being bit by a wild animal, excluding rabies. Was
that they fed on carrion at times. The teeth would be coated with
diseased meat that the bite would transfer and infect the person. I
now had to find the first-aid kit and fast.

	I grabbed my crutches and headed back the way I had come. I
could see the trail I had left as I came down the mountain. Near a
large rock, I saw something else. It was the backpack and it was lying
in plain sight. Now, I eagerly rushed to it and opened it up. Soaking
my wounds with antibacterial salve, I felt the sting of it beginning
to work and sighed in relief that I now had a better chance to
survive.

	Then, I saw something else.

	I saw the path I had plowed and then saw the pack about fifty
feet away. First of all, I KNOW that I lost the pack a good mile or so
UP the mountain. Here it was just a couple hundred yards from the
fight I had just gone through with the wolves. Then, I saw a set of
tracks that were about ten feet away from the pack. They were of a
creature, not a human. In fact, they looked similar to an elk's
hoofmark. I strapped on the pack and then saw another thing I had
missed. Both of the pair of snowshoes I had made were also lying near
by and near them also were the same tracks.

	A strange feeling came over me. Was I losing my mind? I looked
at the tracks and then started to follow them. They led directly to
the scene where I had the fight. As I followed them, they seemed to
get further and further apart and would bunch up when they left the
marks. It was about fifty feet from the actual fight scene that the
what had happened hit me. And I shook with the knowledge.

	This creature had possibly come down the mountain after my
fall and picked up the items I lost and then heard the fight and
dropped them and came charging into the fray. From the positions of
the bodies I had found, it must have been moving at an incredible
speed to launch some of the bodies the distance they traveled. But
only one question remained to me. Why had the creature done this?

	I stood there trying to figure it out, but my head began
hurting more and I went back to my camp and took some aspirin and fell
asleep heavily bundled and curious. It was then, I had an odd dream. I
was sitting in front of an old man who looked as old as the mountain.
He was honing a knife and beside him lay a wolf's body. Without a word
to me, he slowly skinned the creature and cut away the meat for
cooking.

	Then, he looked at me and spoke.

	"Tough times call for eating whatever is around you. If it
seems a waste right now, then save it for later as you just might need
it."

	Then, the dream faded. I woke up and knew what I had to do.
Getting back up, I went and collected the bodies of the wolves and
began skinning them as the old man had. The hours went by and my hands
grew tired, but I finished the ugly job and built a fire. I had to
roast the meat of the wolves before it turned. In the backpack, I had
also taken a roll of garbage bags as a sort of last second thing. Now,
the meat that was cooked would be stored and would feed me as I
journeyed down the mountain.

	In the first aid kit, I found little ( other then aspirin )
that helped ease my pain. But, I took my time and after a couple of
days walking, I was able to wrap the leg and support it in such a way
that I hardly felt any pain except when I stumbled and fell. I was
feeling pretty good about my chances of surviving this now. Then, on
the third day, I heard a collection of sounds that made me shiver,
staggering along a bit faster, I came upon a sight that froze me in
place.

	The elk that I suspected of helping me was now facing down two
cougars. Its mouth was dripping thick saliva, an indication that it
had tried to flee and now was cornered. This creatures life was now
being measured in minutes with few to spare. I hurried forward to it.

From: an229316@anon.penet.fi (" An Inmate ")
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
Subject: Chapter Five "The Sacrifice"
Date: Mon, 01 Apr 1996 00:39:07 GMT

			    The Sacrifice
			     Chapter Five

	I had only taken a few steps when my eyes traveled up higher.
I saw a better way to approach this scene and do more good. Staggering
and scrambling up the side of the slope almost proved to be a wasted
effort. For, as I got to an advantageous spot, the combatants had
moved away. Using his horns, the elk fended off the cougars several
times, but never getting enough room to run. I stayed where I was,
waiting my chance. Then, the elk suddenly turned in my direction and
made a dash for freedom.

	At first, it seemed impossible that this creature would turn
back to the place he had been trapped. But, I waited and as he rushed
by, I launched my body off the slope and down onto the pair that
followed him.

	I was reminded of my condition as I hit the pair, knocking
them off their feet. My leg raged at the impact and I screamed as the
pain almost overwhelmed me. I had my knife out and was fighting one of
the two I had fallen upon. As I fought, a part of my mind hoped that
the elk had made good his escape. Stabbing repeatedly, I finally won
the battle with one of the cougars and looked around for the second.

	It had been rammed by the elk and was struggling as the horns
went deeper and deeper into its body. The elk's eyes were wild with
anger and its body quivered with power as it thrust. The cougar gave a
final squeak and then went limp. I staggered over to them and as the
elk pulled away from the wall he had pinned the cat to, I pulled the
corpse off his antlers.

	Then, my body suddenly was emptied of the adrenaline that had
been coursing through it and I slumped to the snow. The cougar I had
fought, had left its mark upon me in several places. Now, the wounds
were bleeding and I started to fade out from the waves of pain. I saw
the elk come forward and then I felt his warm rough tongue upon my
face as the darkness came up and I gave myself to it.

	I woke up inside of the clump of trees where I had fought the
pack of wolves. To one side of me lay the pack and all the equipment.
To the other side of me lay the bull elk. His eyes had come open
shortly after mine. He got up and came closer to me, then, he again
started to wash my face. I gently pushed him away and got a couple of
handfuls of snow and made a quick job of melting it and boiling it.

	After a bit, I dipped a rag into the water and carefully
washed my wounds. Many of them were painful and throbbed as I applied
the ointment to them. After I had finished, the elk started to nose
the stuff back towards the pack. I put the stuff away wondering what
he was up to when I finished. I had the straps of the pack in my hand
when he gripped my coat by the back of the neck and pulled me out of
the trees.

	As I was too tired to fight anymore, I simply wrapped the
straps around my hand and relaxed. Slowly, the yards went by. I put my
snowshoes under me to give the elk less resistance as he continued to
pull me along. Then, I guess the exhaustion of my fight finally took
me again into darkness. When I awoke, the elk was nowhere to be seen
and I found myself lying in front of an old cabin.

	I crawled up the steps and pushed the door open. Inside, it
was dark and cold. On the walls were pictures I could not distinguish.
I crawled to the fireplace and found some wood had been left there.

	Gratefully, I was able to quickly light it and lay there as
the heat began to fill the cabin and warm my body. From time to time,
I slept and when I woke,I would add a bit more wood to the fire.

	I think I must have spent a couple of days doing this.
Finally, I got up and bathed myself. It was hard, the wounds I had
suffered were stiff and even though my leg was healing, it still
caused me pain. I looked through the cabin and found food aplenty, all
the equipment was close to hand, so I ate my fill for the next three
days. Finally, I felt good enough to walk around. By luck, I found an
old pair of crutches and they worked perfectly. Then, moving around
the cabin, I found the answer I had been looking for all this time.

	There were twelve pictures on the wall. In each of them was a
man that looked a lot like me. There was also an animal. In some of
the pictures, it was small. In some of the others, it was larger and
in the last two pictures, it was huge. It was the elk that had helped
me all this time. I now understood why he helped me. He thought,
possibly, that I was the man on the wall. This is why he fought for
me, brought my pack to me when I needed it and finally, brought me
home.

	I stared long at the last picture. Then, it struck me. What
had happened to the guy that was in them? Where was he? I shook my
head, I had beaten such odds and survived, only that I would still die
in six months. It seemed a waste, but I was to learn more about the
relationship the man in the picture and the elk shared later. For now,
I ate and walked around the place. After a couple of weeks, the elk
showed back up.

	I was limping slightly, then bull came to me and nuzzled my
right hand. I was carrying some cubes of sugar and he ate them quickly
and then nibbled lightly on my hand. I went and got some more and I
petted the elk for an hour. I had always been fascinated by creatures
like this, but had never had a chance to be this close and now was.

	I marveled at his body, the brute strength that he brought
forth to slay powerful enemies. The grand set of antlers that gave him
the right to fight for and claim the prize of a harem as large as he
could control out here. Then, I realized that he was not acting like a
bull elk would during this time of the season. Or, had it already
passed? As I was thinking, the elk suddenly snorted and then walked
to an area near the cabin.

	I followed it to the area and found a sort of shelter that was
dug into the side of the hill behind the cabin. A pipe from the
fireplace ran into there and had warmed the area. Now, the buck went
to one area and lay down. As he did, I saw him lay there and then move
his back legs apart and his member slid out and back several times. I
stood there still and he snorted. At this point, my mind was flying a
mile a minute.

From: an229316@anon.penet.fi (" An Inmate ")
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
Subject: Chapter Six "The Sacrifice"
Date: Mon, 01 Apr 1996 00:41:13 GMT

			    The Sacrifice
			     Chapter Six

	I stood there and looked on with amazement. Was he giving me a
hint as to what he wanted to do? Was I his choice? I felt kind of odd
then. I had always been curious as to having sex with the same gender
as myself. But to have sexual intercourse with an animal of the same
gender?

	The elk snorted again and then sort of rolled over and lay
totally on his back with his head resting on a sloping section of the
ground inside the cave. His legs were spread wide and his member
continued to slide back and forth. I stepped towards him and he
snorted as I cam closer and knelt down beside him.

	Nervously, I touched his body and he closed his eyes. His
member now had stopped moving and remained out of sight as I began to
touch his chest area and slowly began to rub my hands in a circle on
it. During this time, I was having a mental conversation as to whether
or not I should do what it wanted me to do.

	Then, I thought about what the creature had done for me. True,
I owed it a lot and this would be one way to repay it for its actions.
I just wasn't sure it was the best way. Also, the old church-goer
arose in me and began to invade my thinking. It was not yelling at me
not to do this, but it did get me to back away from the elk for a bit.

	As I did so, the elk opened his eyes and looked at me. I could
almost feel the question being asked of me. I thought of an answer and
I sort of could feel the creatures understanding of it. It rolled back
over and then licked my face. Then, it nuzzled my crotch and snorted
again. I touched its antlers and shivered. I then gently pushed and
encouraged him to lay back in a reclining position and then stood up
and disrobed.

	What lies in a creatures mind just as they are about to mate?
I wondered as I again knelt beside the elk. My hands once again
touching him but lower on his body and slowly moving lower with each
passing minute. His member began to peek out and then came out further
as my hands touched his sheath. As I slowly touched his genitals, he
let out a groan and a slight spurt came from his member.

	He sort of rolled towards me slightly and then one of his
hoofs pressed against the back of my head. I sort of resisted for a
bit and then lowered my head to him. I guess he was rather eager as
his member rammed into my mouth and his hoof pressed hard on my head.
My mouth was filled quickly by his member and then it slipped back out
leaving a large deposit of warm spunk.

	Spinning around, I retched and spat out the foreign liquid. It
had been so sudden and quick, I had no time to pull away. I retched
again and again and finally my stomach emptied itself on the floor of
the cave. The elk seemed to understand and didn't move as I kept
heaving. Finally, I stopped heaving and then felt a sharp stabbing
pain in my head.

	It was gone in a minute, but it was obvious that the elk had
seen my face. It had rolled over and then I felt its tongue began to
lick my erection. Yes, even though I had had a repulsive reaction to
what I had just done, I also had become excited. As the creature
licked, I became more aroused and then I too came. The bull licked as
fast as it came and then it lay down and looked at me. Once again my
hands moved towards him and moved between his legs.

	After spending more then an hour with him, I dressed and
walked outside to begin dealing with my feelings. Above me the stars
shined bright and I looked at them. I could see them all so very clear
and bright. There was Lyra, Hercules and Bootes. Of course, I could
easily see Ursa minor and Ursa Major, I wondered how many people
really knew that Ursa Major was not simply the Big Dipper.

	Years ago, I had thought the Big Dipper was all that Ursa
Major was showing. Then, I found out that it was just a small part of
what was being shown to us on earth. Then, it hit me. I was also
looking at my experience with the elk in the same way. It was not just
a sexual fling we both were experiencing.

	You see, I remembered the pictures. The first picture on the
wall of the cabin had showed the man with the elk as a weak calf.
Then, as time went by. It grew and learned how to survive in the wild.
Now, I may be reaching for straws to explain what the creature did for
me, but what other explanation could be given? That the elk was
repaying a debt to another by saving me.

	Sure, he had made it plain that he wanted sex. But who am I to
say that the man in those pictures didn't do it with him also? That
the elk just believed that it was part of his or any animals
relationship with a human? That the feelings of friendship had become
something much more powerful?

	I couldn't answer these questions, I only knew what had
happened and who was the rescuer. I then turned back and went into the
cave and disrobed once again. The elk's eyes were bright and he
snorted as I came close. I eased down onto him and straddled his
massive body. If I was to experience this, I figured I would find out
all about this and from a experienced teacher.

	The days moved by with a seemingly slow paced tempo. From time
to time, I walked around the area exploring and getting stronger. I
had hardly made a big dent of the food stores. I promised myself time
and time again I would replenish what I ate and used. It was about a
week later I saw the snow had piled in an odd fashion near the cabin.

	I dug into the snow and found a large tank. It was filled with
propane. I also found the body of the man on the wall. He was dead and
frozen.

	I dug the snow away from him. My hands shaking at the finding
of the person I wanted to thank. Now, I would never have the chance. I
was about to get up when the elk suddenly came around the drift and
saw me with the body. It stopped and then came closer. It saw the body
in front of me and then sniffed at it. Snorting, it backed away with
it eyes filled with... what?

	It then turned and ran away. As it disappeared around a tree,
it let loose with a bellow. Its haunting quality made even more so by
my belief that it had believed that I was the man and now it found out
that its friend was really dead and it had been friends with a
stranger. I called and called for the elk to come. For the next three
days I called, but no answer came. I feared none ever would.

From: an229316@anon.penet.fi (" An Inmate ")
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
Subject: Chapter Seven "The Sacrifice"
Date: Mon, 01 Apr 1996 00:44:45 GMT

			    The Sacrifice
			    Chapter Seven

	I buried the body on the fourth day after finding him. As I
stood above the grave, I thanked him for building this place and for
filling it with food for me. I also thanked him for saving the life of
the elk as it had repaid the favor by saving me. I apologized for not
being able to tell the elk that I was not who he thought I was. I
could feel a weight of guilt lift as I said this. Then, I carved the
name into the block of wood I had found and made into a headstone.

	As I left the grave, I heard the thudding of hoofs coming
near. I had doubts that the elk would come to me, so I just continued
walking to the cabin. I did look out the window, I saw the elk nose
around the grave and then walk around the area. Every so often, it
looked to the cabin and then the cave. Finally, it went to the cave
and disappeared inside.

	I left the window and sat down. I had hoped to see the elk
once more before I left this place. My leg was feeling good enough to
walk on now and I believed I stood a good chance to make it down the
mountain. Then, I heard a thud at the door. Getting out of the chair,
I opened it and before me stood the elk. He shoved his nose towards me
and licked my face. I reached out and hugged his neck. He pulled back
and I followed him out to the cave to renew the friendship.

	A couple of days later, a storm came in and dropped snow all
over the place. I could see that I was not about to leave here without
paying a price, little did I know what the price would be and what it
would cost me. As I waited for the storm to finish, I found a heater
for the tank and set it to working. I was thrilled when the stove
finally began working and I didn't have to cook out of the fireplace.

	After another few days, the weather cleared and I gathered
some wood and was able to drain a gallon of propane out of the tank.
In its natural state, propane is a gas. Under severe cold, it is a
liquid.

	But it is a dangerous thing to have near if no precautions are
taken.

	I kept the gallon I had drained off a ways from the cabin and
near a pile of wood to light if a plane should come near this place.

	All this time, I ate, slept and walked around the place. The
elk now was spending more time in the cave and had only come out
during rare moments. Usually when he was hungry or a bit aroused. I
didn't mind, I had enjoyed the times spent between his legs and I
wished it could have gone on for many years. But I knew my time was
limited on the planet, I had to leave here and get prepared for death.

	Now, a couple more weeks had passed and then the sun came out.
I had stepped out to greet it when I heard the muffled sound of an
engine. I could not figure out the direction it was coming from as I
ran to the pile of wood. Quickly I lit the wood and then grabbed the
gallon of propane and poured it on some wood and threw it on the fire.

	It hit the pile and flared brilliantly.

	It died quickly though, so I threw another piece soaked with
the propane on it. It did the same. The fire was burning, but not so
large it would catch the flyers attention. I finally saw the plane. I
then stood back and threw the remaining propane on the fire. A plume
of fire shot up and a blast of wind inspired by my desperate act
knocked me rolling.

	I was stopped short by a tree nearby. Then, I saw the plane
bank away. At the same time, the elk came out of the cave. He saw the
wood and the fire and the plane. I guess I thought it too dumb at
times. Now, it would show me true intelligence. It spun around and
then charged the large propane tank.

	Its antlers were deflected off the hull three times. I had
started to get up when the fourth time the elk stabbed the tank was
successful.

	It then began to yank upwards with its neck and body. With a
screech, the tank was torn from its cradle and the elk ran towards the
dying fire, dripping propane as it went. I didn't have time to scream
as the elk stepped into the pile of burning wood and was engulfed in
the blast of fire. I was shoved against the cabin and my head rapped
upon the wall. Blackness claimed me as I fell to the ground.

	I came to, three weeks later in the hospital. It was another
week before I could move decently and answer some questions. It was a
couple of weeks after being able to get up and move around, I was
visited by the surgeon that had worked on me when I was brought in.
He wanted a moment to speak with me alone.

	He spoke of some of the wonders of science he had seen many
times in his life, but never this. Pulling out a small plastic bag, he
produced a piece of odd shaped bone, about eight inches long. This was
what he pulled out of my head during surgery. I took it in my hands
and knew at once what it was, it was one of the spines from the elk's
rack of antlers.

	The doctor left it with me and said that if it hadn't been for
that, I would still have the tumor growing inside of my head. The
spine had provided a tunnel that the surgeons could work with and
remove the growth in my head without further damage to my brain. After
he left, I sat there with tears coursing down my face. The final
reminder of an experience I would never forget and an animals
sacrifice that now let me continue my life.

	After I recovered, I was approached by the county, they said
the owner of the cabin had left a will. In it was the oddest of
clauses as to the disposition of his estate. The entire cabin, lands
and money he had would be left to the person who found his body. As I
had been the one, it all fell to me. I came back to the place and
stood there wondering what I would do with it.

	Then, I heard a soft mewling cry. I spun around and saw a
small elk calf lying near a tree. It was thin and hungry. Its mother
lay near, dead and cold. I picked up the calf and took it in the
cabin. Inside, there was food, warmth and best of all, time. There was
now time for both of us.

			       The End