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I do not authorize sequels or derivative works for profit. -------------------------------------------------------- Jerarr (MF, nc, sci-fi) by Anonymous Author (Address withheld by request) *** No one would believe this story, even if it was told; About how a group of renegade biotech creations, originally intended as half human super soldiers had escaped from the illegal testing facilities that had spawned them, having been bred in the wild forest of the national park that concealed the facility. Still, even less would believe the story about the first group to escape -- an unlikely group of genetic misfits and a neocortical experiment gone horribly wrong. They establish a foothold in the wide dark arms of the forest growth -- No on would believe this story, no one except Sherryl that is. *** It was a business paid vacation; Sherryl McGee worked as a trade spokesman for a notable shipping company, and had worked to her position the hard way, by starting on the floor moving freight. Though her build would say otherwise, Sherryl still worked herself very hard, and underneath her smooth feminine exterior, there was great strength. One of her passions was hiking in the preserved wildernesses of various national parks, and when her performance began to slack at her place of business, she took the company vacation policy in reign, and rented a small cabin. After a quick shower, and a restless sleep on a lumpy stock mattress in her room, she managed to fall asleep. The next morning made her even more irritable; In addition to a bad night's sleep, she had also started her period. Being the mind over matter type, She simply thanked god for small miracles like tampax, and put on her hiking boots, and went outside for her morning hike. Jerarr, or as he and his mother said it, 'Ger-arr', was one of at least 20 children born in the 8 years of his parents escape and union. Being half GMO, like his other brother and sisters, he matured rapidly within 2 years, and was forced to leave home when the scent of the females in estrus began to effect his judgment. His father, one of them anyway -- as his mother had taken 2 mates, and there was no way to tell which child was from which father -- was the result of illegal, and involuntary surgical procedures on his hypothalamus and frontal lobes, giving him exceptional psychic abilities, but totally destroying his subconscious. His father had bonded psychically with his other father, who's physical shape prevented him from speaking verbally. They and his mother were the first to become free, and Jerarr was one of the first born of their children. For 6 years Jerarr had wandered in the forest searching for a mate who would accept him, and each year the urge to have offspring drove him more and more from the gentle beast his father had raised him to be. Over the years, his condition deteriorated; slowly paying little attention to how his fur lay, or the sanitation of his abode. The depression and hunger for a mate cut at him in the deepest parts of his being, until one day, he snapped. Sherryl had been hiking for hours, and was getting tired. She had traveled a very long ways according to the trail map she was carrying; nearly 6 miles deep into heavy virgin woodland. She had elected to follow a nearby stream to prevent getting lost, in the event that the trail was harder to navigate than she had thought, and took the opportunity to sit and rest against a tree listening to the sounds of the river while she regained her strength. The churning and bubbling of the river, along with the chitterings of squirrels, the chirpings of birds, and the whimsical swishing of the morning's breeze through the pines drifted her off to sleep. Some time later, She was awakened by a heavy hand pinching off the flow of air from her nose and mouth. She tried struggling, but the assailant was too strong for her. She never got to see his face, because the lack of air, and her struggles quickly rendered her unconscious. She awoke in a dark, earth walled room, on a musky smelling bed of grass, straw, and pine needles covered with a deerskin throw. The only light came from a low burning fire in a makeshift fire pit, which cast an eerie red glow about the room. At first she was afraid that some perverted hillbilly had managed to get a hold of her, and she checked her clothing quickly, noting that her tampon was still in place. Obviously the villain had not defiled her like that while she was unconscious, and she breathed a huge sigh of relief. Then she noticed the thick blanket of shed fur clinging to the bed cover. She ran her fingers over it several times, noting that the fur was a mixture of soft fluffy fur, and long thick hairs. 'what could this be from?' she thought to herself, and stood up to look around the room more. "D'o you li'ke my housh?" came a deep, throaty and feral voice. Sherryl's breath caught, and she clutched the front of her jacket tightly in her now white knuckles. The voice had come from behind her, but she was afraid to look. "You ha'd b'e''er li'ke it, ash I refush to let you leave. I have wai'ed sho ver'ry long.... and" -- There was a loud sound of air being drawn through nostrils, followed by a guttural growl. "You shmell sho ve'rry resheptive.... You're shtrong.... I li'ke you." "Who are you?!" demanded Sherryl loudly and heatedly, but a harsh resemblance of laughter filled the air as a fast moving blur took her around the middle and knocked her to the bed. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" She demanded as the big burly man (she assumed it was a man) unzipped the front of her jacket, and tore at her hiking pants. There was only an excited growl from behind, as she was suddenly spun around and forced to the bed. He was big-- very big, and well muscled. Pale blue eyes gleamed in the firelight, and long dark hair was tied back behind its decidedly wolfish head. Fur covered his entire body, and he had no clothes. Sherryl nearly fainted at the sight, and struggled desperately to escape to no avail. The sight of the pink tip protruding from a tube of fur covered flesh near his navel made her heart sink, as he held her down with one hand, and gleamed a white toothy smile into her face, while the other hand tore away her panties. "Oh god! NO!!" she cried as he lunged forwards, and the tip of that horrible penis brushed the front of her now separated thighs. There was a sudden stop in his movements, and he let go of her to inspect her closer, realising the tampon still in place. Sherryl was frightened for all she was worth, and was paralyzed by that fear. The creature momentarily withdrew his advance on her, and removed the tampon by its cord, sniffing and inspecting it. Sherryl though this would be a good time to try an escape, but as soon as she tried to move, he was on top of her again, holding her down with his weight, and growling into her face. The smell of his breath was awful, and a droplet of saliva leaked from his muzzle onto her face. Sherryl Closed her eyes, and clenched her teeth as the creature spread her thighs once again, and levered itself into position. "Shtrong!----" *Snort!*--"And receptive...." Sherryl began to pray to fear the worst. She didn't want to have sex with such a thing -- It was big and smelly, and it wanted her. She thought it must think she was in heat, and she realized she was. That frightened her the most. The Jerarr Held her under him, and marveled at her soft looking body. He had never seen a human female before -- His father had been human once, and still appeared that way from time to time, but he had never seen anything like this-- The skin was smooth under his paws, and had a strange soft smell. Everything about this female drove his mind further from sanity and reason, and he tasted her nipples and skin. He could feel her shiver and writhe under him, which excited him further, and he could take it no longer. Sherryl gasped loudly as he pushed his member into her. She struggled to free herself, but those arms held her close. She kicked at the air, but doing so only drove him in deeper. She screamed for help, but the creature closed its mouth around hers, and licked at the back of her throat. She gagged, trying to get its face off of hers, and feeling nauseous at the idea of having this thing's tongue in her mouth. Then the humping started. it was fast. Fast and hard-- She breathed deep through he nose and tried to scream again, trying to pull the creature off of her, but there was no use-- In and out he drove, and all the while she could swear his member was growing thicker. There was a pause, then a rushed, deep penetrating jab at her mound, and she felt something slip inside and lodge. She shook, and frantically tried to roll over and get away, but the creature's cock had swollen inside her, making escape impossible. The hands grappled around her into her back, hauling her further onto the throbbing mass, and the creature released her mouth and let out a long moaning growl. He had held her down now with only his weight, using his arms around her to rock himself inside her, grunting and huffing as he did. Sherryl could feel the wad of flesh inside her pulse with his heartbeat, and heat seemed to flood into her body. To make matters worse, She could feel herself getting close to orgasm, and his pace only quickened. Her limbs betrayed her to her passions-- Despite the horror, it felt so good -- and she rocked thrusting her pelvis in time to the motions. Her orgasm was powerful, and pulled on the creature's knot, making its breath catch in a chest resonating grunt. She felt heat explode into her as he forced his hips forward into her, and the spasming inside told her that he was climaxing. Thin streams of hot juice leaked from around her tightly packed opening, and the pressure inside made her orgasm again, drawing that heat deep up into her body. Her whole body shook, and she gave up her struggles, allowing the creature to violate her. A short time later, the creature changed its posture, sitting up, and holding her down with its rough clawed hands. "Hhherrr.... Itsh be'er than I ever imagshined.... Ohh...." He put his hand over her belly, and gently pushed forward with his body-- Sherryl could feel the tingling and twitching inside her flare up once more, and the pressure increased. She could feel a gurgling of sperm and juices being forced up into her womb. The pressure was uncomfortable. After that spasm, he seemed to weaken some as though through sheer ecstasy, as his eyes had glazed over, and the harsh look to his face had regressed. Looking up into her captor's eyes, she saw the features of a dog that was getting scratched in his favorite place. She could hear the sound of a tail beating on the leather- covered bed. "Ooh.... Yesh.... Hhmm.... Oh i't feelsh sho goo'.... " Sherryl was too tired from her struggles to fight any more, and the removal of his weight from her was very welcome. The pressure inside her was building, and she orgasmed again, moaning loudly, then crying. Strangely, after another series of twitches and moans with flooding warmth, the creature reached a hand down, and rubbed the tears from her cheeks, then placed its head across her chest, and stroked her sides with its coarse paw-like hands. "Don't cry.... I won' hur' you.... You're sho pre''y.... I nee'd you.... I'm shorry...." "Uuuuuhhgh.... Why are you doing this to me?" Sherryl managed to groan out between the aftershock orgasms she felt, and the gurgling rush of hot sperm being drawn deep inside her with each vaginal contraction. "I nee'd a mate.... I nee'd a ma'te of my own.... You're sho shtrong, and beautiful.... I won't le' you go. If you don' figh' me, I won' hur' you.... grrrghhhhhh.... herrrfl.... I' feelsh sho won'erful.... I'm sho happy.... I'll be a father shoon...." Sherryl's ears caught, and she was painfully aware of how full of this creature's cum she was. Her belly was beginning to rise up from internal pressures, and it was becoming painful. The creature's orgasms were becoming labored; trying to force more into her aching sore and weak body. "oh my god' She thought to herself, and tried to move, but the pressure inside her caused her to stop her movement instantly -- even trying to move her legs contracted her belly, and sent ripples of nausea through her. "I don't want to become pregnant!" She groaned between his orgasms, each bringing her even more painfully bloated with semen. The mating continued for the course of another hour. Sherryl's belly swelled with the pressures inside, and she felt like she must burst-- The creature- the horrible beast that had done this to her groaned louder and louder with each passing moment; Finally, It hugged her tightly, and spasmed inside her rapidly one last time. She felt thickness plug her cervical opening, which had dilated almost completely from the internal uterine pressures, and she felt the creature's penis begin to shrink again. A small puddle of cum flooded from her cunt, but nearly all of it stayed inside -- the cum that leaked out was thin, but very gooey, and sealed the lips of her cunt together shortly after the creature retracted its tool from her. The creature stumbled, and fell onto the bed next to her, wrapping its arms around her, and rubbing her clit with its fingers while trying to nuzzle her hair, breaking the sticky seal in the process. "Stop -- Stop!" Sherryl croaked, but the fullness in her belly was like a dead weight, and she couldn't move more than a little. She dared not sit up. Those arms wrapped themselves around her again, and lazily stroked her -- She pressed her knees together, but despite her best efforts, she orgasmed again from the rubbings of that rough fingertip, causing her cervix to contract tightly, and seal shut. Exhausted, she curled into a ball, and passed out. * The next morning, Sherryl noticed the door standing open, and light pouring through. Her belly was still sore and felt so very full, but the pressure had receded; her body had absorbed the fluids during the night. The pressure still nauseated her, but she had a burning need to take a piss. The door was open, and she thought to try and escape. escape and have an abortion she thought to herself, remembering the guttural speech of her captor the night before, but as she uncovered herself from the leather throw, she found her ankle securely tied with a heavy leather cord to the bed frame. She tried to untie it but could not. She noted that the cord was long enough for her to reach the door, and go outside- and the urge to pee was unbearable, so she staggered to the door, crouched, and peed by the side of the house. She felt like Hoover Dam -- the pee seemed to never stop coming, and after a while, she wondered about just how much her captor had cum inside her, and how it had managed to stay inside her long enough for osmosis to absorb so much water. She couldn't say, but the pressure in her belly had lessened greatly, though she still felt like she had a creamy center. She took a deep breath, and felt the thickened fluids shift inside her as she did so, and her heart sunk even more. Before she knew what was happening, the creature was behind her, sniffing at her butt, and at the place she had just peed, before crossing in front of her, taking her mouth into his, and forcing half digested vomit down her throat. It tasted irony, like blood, and there were chunks of flesh in it. She immediately felt ill, and fainted when she saw the blood on his paws. She awoke indoors again, this time to the gentle licking of her vulva by her captor. She was full in more ways than one; still packed with semen from the night before, and now with a stomach of who knows what. She thought it best not to consider. The creature had obviously washed itself, as the blood on its face and hands was no longer there. Noticing her stirring, the creature lifted its head. "I am shorry for the rope, bu' I can' allow you 'o leave. I am glad you are awake -- I am GerRAR -- and I choosh you ash my mate." "-WHAT- are you? You are some kind of monster! I don't want to be your mate -- I don't want to have pups now, or ever! Let me go!" Jerarr's face saddened, and his ears drooped. "I am a GSHEE-EM-OH... Shynt'et'ic' life.... Humansh maked my mosher, and fasher.... I wash alone.... I have you now.... I can' le' you go.... no' now. I am shorry.... It'sh too la'e." "too late?!" Sherryl was terribly afraid now. "What do you mean too late?!" "Your smell.... already mingle'd wish mine.... You gibe birt'.... come shpring. Don't worry.... I protec' you -- fee'd you -- k'eep you warm.... I be your mate for life." The creature had crawled up onto the bed next to her, and had embraced her towards the end of his sentence. Sherryl was racked by fear and revulsion. She felt the gooeyness inside herself, and felt her sprits break. This creature, this "ger-rarr" had forced itself upon her, filled her with its seed, and now told her that she would bear its child! She wanted to fight, but the weight in her belly made it difficult to do more than hobble. Even if she managed to untie that cord, it would be days before she could run again. She felt the cool air stir against her naked skin and she shivered, both in painful acceptances of this fate, and at the coldness that gave her goose pimples. Jerarr reached his arms around her, and drew her close against him, holding her in his warmth, and stroking her hair. "I' t'ake c'are of you.... Shleep now.... Shleep." Months passed, and the symptoms started. Her period was late, then she began having morning sickness. Jerarr was true to his word, keeping her warm at nights, bringing her food and water, and helping her to her feet to go outside to use the restroom. The matings continued, interspersed as she could handle them, but the signs of definite pregnancy slowly manifested itself. Swollen ankles and aching back-- Her breasts felt swollen and sore. * Winter came. It was cold. Jerarr brought wood from the forest and burned it in the fireplace to heat the one room earth walled 'house', and curled himself around her to calm her shivers. He was gentle -- always gentle... Sherryl found herself finding him strangely attractive as the winter wore on. He would rub her painfully swollen ankles and calves, massage her back... She found that she could even ask him favors. Another month passed, and she came to trust Jerarr, and his strange, bestial mannerisms.... but underneath it all, he was sincere, and sweet tempered. He truly wanted her to love him, and despite her harsh treatment at first, she felt pity for him. In time the rope was thrown into the fire, and Jerarr could never seem to stop apologizing for its use, and his behavior. She learned so much about Jerarr -- about how when he was an adolescent of no more than 2 years old (something which floored Sherryl when she first heard it) he had had to leave his family and live alone in the woods to start his own life. She had thought this cruel, but he insisted that it was necessary. His mother had conceived another litter, and the scents of his sisters had caused him to act irrationally-- His father was heart broken at telling him he had to leave-- and had helped him make the house they were in now. She listened to his story about how Protean Corp. had broken laws concerning tampering with human DNA -- replacing certain genes with selected samples from various animals to create an intelligent, but robust super soldier, and how his mother and one of his fathers had escaped. The story about his human father -- the one that was taken from his apartment by force, and all evidence of his ever existing being wiped off the face of the earth; of his cruel experimental surgery that left him changed forever. The more she heard, the more she saw an innocent person behind those ghost blue eyes and furry snout. She felt the new life inside her womb kick, and for the first time, welcomed its presence. Winter turned to spring, and she felt extremely pregnant. All winter she had had to stay indoors, as the snow outside was thick, and she didn't have clothes to wear. Jerarr had started making her some out of tanned deer hides, but they were to light to be worn outside in the cold-- as spring came, it began getting warmer, and she went outside. The birds sang loudly in the trees, and the sun shown down from overhead. Despite only 5 months passing since her abduction, and abandoned search for her recovery, she looked and felt a full 9 months. She waddled around in the sprouting green, smelling the sky, and imagining little Jerarr's running around playing. She had grown very intimate with him. He had started to groom himself better, and the caked fur no longer matted the bed; He swept it clean every morning with a kiss for her, before he would head out to hunt the food for the day. He would return in the evenings, with a stomach full of half digested meats. He told her that his kind had been engineered to be completely antiseptic. There was no refrigeration, or storage, and it was the only way he could carry food around without being less effective as a hunter. It had taken some time to get used to being forced, being half chewed like raw meat, months in fact, but now she came to expect it along with his evening hug, pat on her belly, and romp in the bed. A week passed, and it was time. She screamed for him to come while he was out hunting, and he came back in a hurry-- animal blood smeared across his face where he had killed and consumed something in his travels. Her water had broken, and contractions had started. He immediately ran inside and got the hand thrown ceramic washbasin he had used to hold water in for bathing during the winter months, and filled it with warm water; coaxing her to sit in it. "Relash Sherrrl.... Brea'dthe...." She found his presence so very comforting. She remembered how during the winter, a bear had tried breaking into the shelter, and he had fought it valiantly to protect her--- She felt safe in his soft furry arms now, and his closeness was a comfort to her. His rough slurring voice being as calming as he could make it, urging her to relax and just breathe for now. The contractions came with sudden vengeance, and Jerrarr held her shoulders up for her and told her to push. "Putch shrrrl-- PUTCH!" She did so, and felt her cargo being forced out of her-- She felt something leave her, but the need to push was still there--- Jerarr Helped her up to her elbows, and quickly cared for the newborn-- A boy, with her brown eyes, and his furry features. Jerarr cleared its little mouth and throat of mucus, and sat it on her belly, and told her to 'putch' again. And so it went, for another 2 hours -- 4 in all. Jerarr took to cleaning her with his tongue, as was his custom; His saliva being a topical antibiotic of sorts, and also cleaning the birth mucus from the babies' fur. When it was all over, he helped Sherryl and his new babies inside. * Summer came and went, and the children grew. Months became seasons, seasons years... Every 2 years, Sherryl bore another litter, and she wept watching her babies, all grown up, leave her and Jerarr to go off into the world. But Sherryl couldn't really complain -- she had always loved the forest. And with her new wild lover, it was now where she called home. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 20