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 Mate of the Sasquatch by Baphomet <mail.baphomet@gmail.com>

   Author's note: Warning: There is no sex in this portion of the story. 
It's all setup.  If you're the impatient type, skip to Chapter 2.  :)

   Introduction God's Country

   It was my time to get away from it all.  I had acrued six weeks vacation
and my altruous employer recently instituted a new policy governing paid
time off -- use it or lose it.

   I headed out to the Northeast for a glorious camping trip -- and I mean
"camping".  There would be no cabin, no shower, no trips to the grocery
store.  I would be truly roughing it -- hiking through the Adirondacks,
fishing for my breakfast.  No car, no cell phone, no computers -- not a
single modern convenience.

   The first few nights were heavenly.  With a belly full of fresh fish, I
pitched my tent and fell asleep to the chirping of frogs and the night time
buzzing of insects.

   In the morning, I'd pick a direction and just go.

   When fishing wasn't an option, I had plenty of camp rations.  Every once
in a while, I'd snare a rabbit or I'd forage for some delicious wild
berries.

   No bosses, no deadlines, no buzzing pagers or ringing telephones.  It
was truly God's country.

   After a few days, when I had penetrated deep into the woods, far from
any roads, I had a strange night.  Half awake and half asleep, I was
oblivious to the abrupt silencing of the frogs and insects.  The stillness
of the night was penetrated by the sounds of snapping branches and an
eerie, low howling.

   "AUOOOOOOOOWWW!"

   Then a thundering crash woke me abruptly.

   KERAK!  KERAK!  KASHOOM!  KRASH!

   A tree came crashing down and I woke with a start at the thundering
treefall.  It must have been nearby because it was quite loud and even a
bit frightening.  What if it had fallen on my tent?

   Now fully awake, I heard it.

   "AUOOOOOOOOWWW!"

   A shiver ran up my spine.  It sounded far off.  What the hell was it?

   The tree frogs began their chorus again and their familiar chirping put
my restless mind back to sleep.

   The next day I awoke ready to hunt down last night's treefall.

   I laced up my boots and eagerly emerged from my tent only to be greeted
by a disturbing sight.

   A pile of rocks stood neatly stacked about twenty feet from the entrance
to my tent.

   They definitely weren't there the night before.

   What the hell?

   The rocks were mostly flat and the ones on the bottom were huge.  The
pile stood about four feet.  I looked around, but the leaf-covered ground
was not conducive to tracking.  There were no footprints or any sign of who
had done this.

   Someone must be messing with me, but who would be wandering around out
here in the middle of the night?

   With my early morning cheer replaced with nervousness and a touch of
fear, I headed out to investigate the treefall in a somber mood.

   As I suspected, it wasn't far from my camp.  A large tree had been
uprooted.  What was odd was that it was a young tree, not an old rotting
one.  It's roots looked deep and sturdy.  There was no wind or storm to
wrest it from the ground.  What caused it to fall?

   In the surrounding area, I noticed several trees with limbs ripped from
them -- some as high as 10 feet off the ground.  Several young treelings
were damaged in a way I can only describe as mutilation.  They looked as
though they had been ripped apart.

   In the course of my investigation, I came across something strange.  A
rub mark high up on a nearby tree.  Upon closer inspection, I saw a patch
of thick brown fur that clung to the bark.  A grizzly bear perhaps?

   Then I saw it.  In the soft muddy soil near the roots of the fallen tree
there was a track.  It was vaguely human-like except for its size.  It was
much larger than anything a person could have left.

   The front pad and five toes were clearly visible -- like someone
standing tip-toe.  It was obviously a bear.

   I headed back to camp and left the area immediately.

   Walking at a brisk pace, I didn't even bother to stop to eat, instead I
munched on energy bars when I got hungry.  I wanted to put as much distance
as possible between me and what must've been a gigantic bear.  I shuddered
to think of the size of a creature that broke branches ten feet off the
ground, left that curious rubbing and felled an enormous, young tree.

   I walked until dusk.  Thoroughly exhausted, I pitched camp.  The night
was curiously silent.  No frogs or crickets.  Not a sound.  I fell asleep
almost as soon as my head hit the ground.

   I awoke with a start.  An eerie howl in the distance was loud enough to
pull me from a deep, dreaming sleep.

   "AUOOOOOOOOWWW!"

   Holy crap!  That was loud!

   As scary as that was, it was no more scary than what followed.  As if in
reply, a chorus of quieter, more distance howls ensued.

   "Aooo!  Aooo!  Ooo-Waa!  Oooo-Waa!"

   "AUOOOOOOOOWWW!"

   What came next was even more frightening.  The woods came alive with
what sounded like wood beating against wood.  Like someone was clubbing the
trunks of the trees in the distance.

   Rap!  Rap!  Rap!  Rap!

   What the hell was going on?

   Rap!  Rap!  Rap!  Rap!

   Scared out of my mind, I threw on my boots.  I peaked out my tent to see
the dying embers of my fire.

   In the midst of the wood knocking and howling, I snuck out to restart
the fire.  Hopefully, a roaring flame would keep me safe and drive off ...
whatever that was!

   I grabbed a small branch from my kindling pile.  Then a second.  I
reached for a third when I saw it.  Just beyond my camp site, not more than
15 feet away, a tremendous shadowy figure.

   The creature can only be described as big.  Correction.  I mean BIG!

   It must have been about nine feet tall.  Standing upright, it had
massive shoulders.  It was almost as wide as an average human being is
tall.

   The creature just stood there.  Motionless, silent.

   The howls had stopped, but the frightening wood knocking continued.

   Rap!  Rap!  Rap!  Rap!  Rap!  Rap!

   I stood frozen, staring at it.

   As my eyes adjusted to the light I began to make out more than just an
outline.

   It was covered in fur.  The darkness made it impossible to discern
color. It was bipedal -- almost human except for its size.  Its face seemed
ape-like at first, but as my eyes adjusted to the star light, it appeared
more and more human but still frighteningly nonhuman!

   The forhead was large and sloped.  It had a large, overhanging brow, a
small, stubby nose, and no chin to speak of.

   Its eyes were dark, brooding, and deep in the sockets.

   Its body was just enormous, and finely muscled.  It's shoulders were
broad and its arms bulging with strength and power.  I could clearly make
out the muscles.  Their size and fine definition implied raw, natural
strength and elasticity.

   Suddenly, I became keenly aware of its gender.  This was obviously a
female with tremendous-sized breasts.  Her breasts were just huge and hung
free and naturally before her.

   As broad as her shoulders were, her waist was relatively small for her
size.  Of course, it was bigger than any human waist, but in proportion to
her body, it tapered in sharply.  Her hips then flared out making for an
almost attractive hourglass shape.

   My musings were interupted by a deep grunt.  She took a step forward.  I
dropped my sticks, but found myself frozen with fear.  As much as I willed
it, I could not bring myself to move.

   She took another step and then another.  With a speed that defied her
size she was upon me.  She grabbed me, took me under her arm like a stack
of schoolbooks and with tremendous speed, bolted through the woods.

   My mind could not comprehend what was happening.  Within seconds, I went
from standing face to face with this creature to being its prisoner.

   We traveled at incredible speeds.  Tree branches scraped against us,
scratching my face.  I could not even shield myself.  Her powerful arm
gripped me so tightly, I could hardly breathe, let alone move.

   As we torpedoed through the Adirondacks, something even more amazing
happened.  Without warning, she lept into the air.  We sailed high into the
treetops, covering hundreds of feet in a single leap.

   We landed with a loud thud and, without missing a beat, she continued
her sprint deeper into the forest.

   She continued this mode of travel -- running, leaping and then running
again -- for a good portion of the night.  All sense of time was lost to
me. I was helpless.  As branches scratched my face and body, all I could do
was endure.

   I may have cried that night, sobbing at my own helplessness.  I don't
remember.  I do know for certain that I prayed.  No man would ever find me.
I was in God's country.  That term had taken on a whole new meaning for me.
Or was it a new meaning?  Perhaps, this was the first time I truly
understood it.

   God's country.  God's and the Sasquatches'.

   ***

   Chapter One Nesting

   I slowly faded between dream and consciousness.  As I drew closer to
waking, the sharp stinging of scratches on my face forced me back to the
waking world.

   I opened my eyes.  The sky was gray and subdued.  It was either dusk or
dawn.  Only time would tell.

   I was shocked when I realized I was in a tree.  I must've been about
fifty feet off the ground.  The branches of two or three trees had been
tied together to form a sort of bowl.

   At first I was frightened, but as I inspected the "nest", I realized
that it was of quite sturdy construction.

   I scrambled around trying to find a way down, but soon realized it was
impossible.  There were no branches or footholds for climbing.  I was
stuck.

   As I sat in this arboreal prison, the sun quickly dipped below the
horizon.  It was night.  Had I been unconscious all day?  Perhaps for
several days for all I knew.

   I inspected myself and found several scabbed-over cuts through my ripped
clothing, but no blood.  My pants and shirt were stained, but there was no
dried blood on my face or body.  Had my captor cleaned my wounds?

   It wasn't long before I heard a crash through the woods.  My captor had
returned.

   I looked down and saw her looking back up at me.  From a dead stop she
effortlessly leaped about 30 feet into the air and grabbed the side of the
tree trunk.  Within seconds, she scaled the remaining twenty feet without
so much as a handhold and deposited herself into the nest.

   I crawled to the opposite side fearful, but entirely aware that I was at
her mercy.

   She did not approach, but instead extended her hand.  In it was a giant
leaf, wrapped up.  She pushed her hand toward me, beckoning me to take it.
Cautiously, I obeyed.

   Unwrapping the leaf, I found it was full of wild berries.  An assortment
of raspberries, blackberries and blueberries.  Not only had they been
picked, but they were damp as if they had also been washed.

   I looked up at her in surprise.  She calmly stared back with those deep,
sullen eyes.  She didn't move or flinch.  She just watched.

   Suddenly realizing how hungry I was, I accepted the gift and ate.  As I
did so, she emitted some low grunts.

   "Uff!  Uff!" "Uff!  Uff!"

   There is no way for me to decipher their meaning, if any.  She could
have had indigestion for all I know, but if I were to guess, I'd say she
was pleased.

   As I ate, I got a better look at her.  The sun was still just below the
horizon and the light was much better than in the dead of the night.

   Her fur was brown and wavy.  The strands ranged from about half an inch
long to two or three inches in some spots.  She was not entirely fur
covered as I first thought.

   Her face was plain.  Her breasts were furry where they met her chest,
but soon became bare.  Her chest hair was very short, her stomach was also
mostly bare.  Her hands had hairy backs but the palms were hairless.  Her
feet were the same.

   When I finished eating, her grunts accelerated.

   "Uff!  Uffuffuffuff!" "Uff!  Uff!  Uffuffuff!"

   They weren't frightening noises.  In fact, they sounded calming and,
despite my position -- fifty feet in a tree, face-to-face with a 9-foot
tall furry beast -- I felt oddly calm and without fear.

   My captor reached her arm out to me.  She extended a finger and I let
her touch my face.  She ran her finger down my cheeks -- first one side,
then the other.  She then ran her finger down my neck and my chest.

   She gently touched my nose and my lips.  Her vocalizations changed to a
crooning.

   "rrrrrhh" "rrrrrhh"

   She drew closer.  Then her hand ripped open my shirt, much to my shock
and surprise.  This seemed to be a recurring theme.  There was no warning
when she went from standing still to springing into action.  Once my shirt
was pretty much destroyed, she continued her gentle stroking, rubbing her
finger up and down my chest and stomach.

   I reached out and touched her hand.  I took her large finger into my
hand and touched it.  It was hard and calloused, yet warm and human-like.

   I rubbed her forearm and petted the soft, luxurious fur.  It felt rather
nice.

   Her muscles were distinct and robust.  She was a magnificent creature.

   Our gentle bonding ended when she grabbed me again.  Tucking me under
her forearm, my heart lept into my throat as she plunged us over the side
of the nest.

   We plumetted through the darkness and I thought for sure we were going
to die.  Instead, she landed on her feet as though the fifty-foot drop were
nothing more than jumping out of bed.

   She began running again.  Running and leaping, running and leaping.

   More aware of my surroundings, I realized she was leaping over creek
beds, fallen trees or otherwise un-navigable terrain.

   We didn't travel for long and she soon stopped in the middle of a
densely forested area.  With a shocking leap, she took us high into the
trees and deposited me on a large branch.

   In a startling display, she begain to brachiate through the trees and I
witnessed the most amazing feet of strength and agility any man has ever
seen.

   My captor began building an arboreal nest.  She intertwined thick tree
branches together to form a sort of web.  Then she rearranged and tied them
together into a bowl shape.

   The activity took some time, but when she was done, we had a nest as
sturdy as the last.  She took me from my perch and deposited me in the
treetop construction.  Then, she departed, leaping from the tree and
disapearing into the darkness.

   The night was characterized by howling and what sounded like the
smashing of rocks.  It was a frightening ordeal, but I felt strangely safe
in the giant nest.

   I had no reason to feel this way.  After all, it had just been
demonstrated that the most fearful creature of the forest had easy access
to me and I had no course for escape.

   I had a strange encounter that night.  I thought my captor had returned.
I looked down to see her staring up at me, but she would not come up.  She
just stared, gazing at me.  Then she slowly lumbered off.

   As I watched, I realized it was not my captor, but another of her kind.
She was female, but with smaller breasts.  In fact, it was an overall
smaller version of the creature that kidnapped me.  Perhaps a younger
sister?

   Soon, my captor returned.  She leaped into the tree and handed me ... 
something disgusting.  It was shapeless -- sort of like a throw pillow --
it was red and warm to the touch.

   She offered it to me like the berries, and reluctantly I took it.  It
was actually bloody and, holding it, I realized what it was.  It was the
liver of some large animal, probably a deer.

   Thanks.

   ...

   Eugh.

   Well, I was starving.  My captor sat and watched me again as she had
done at breakfast.  I took a bite.  If I were to survive this ordeal, I
would need my strength.  Disgusting or not, this was a good source of
protein.

   I ate a portion about the size of my fist before I could stand no more.
I handed the remains back to my furry benefactor.

   She took it and devoured it in two massive bites.

   She then took me in her arms again.  My heart raced with fear at the
thought of tearing through the woods again.  I braced at the impending leap
off our perch...  but no such adventure ensued.

   Instead, she cradled me like a baby.  She cooed at me with those
enormous lips and gently caressed my face and chest.

   Having no choice, I allowed her to baby me and I even enjoyed the
sensation of her touch.  She rocked me in her arms and held me against her
chest.  I became keenly aware of her massive breast.  It was warm, almost
hot as my body pressed against it.

   My cock -- oblivious to the screams of my brain telling it "Not now! 
It's a giant ape you idiot!" -- became fully erect.

   I allowed my horomones to take over my senses and entertained the idea
of fondling her breast.  I touched her hairy chest and ran my fingers
through her fur.  My hands worked their way down to the breast.  It was
soft and warm and actually quite beautiful.

   I touched her nipple then fondled it, caressing it.  I encircled it with
my thumb, running little circles around it, teasing it.

   She seemed to enjoy it and rocked me.  Her cooing grew faster and she
rubbed my back with her enormous hand.

   I was tempted to take her nipple into my mouth, but thankfully, my brain
prevailed.  She looks almost human, but she's an ape.  I put away that
disgusting thought and laid against her, my head against her breast and I
fell asleep in her arms.