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 Okay, sections in {Braces} are through the 4th wall, from the PoV of the
narrator.  Just a warning, it starts with Besiality, and evolves from
there, there's quite a bit of Horror, and just about every taboo gets
systematically broken, so trigger warnings are moot.  You have to be pretty
sick to get off on this, there's your warning.

   {Mandy,}WHAT!?{Thought you'd like to see this.} Where are we?  {When,
actually.  197,284 years BC.} Fuck Christ.  {If you want to meet him, it's
going to be a while...} Right, a couple hundred thousand years, before I'm
born.

   {Good morning.}

   Okay, nice sunrise.  If I had breath to take away, I feel the light from
it, like a breese{SolarWind}right, got it.  Bouncing off the, face of Its'
body, reflecting onto the shaft up the middle, like an upside-down
umbrella. {Or a satellite dish,} Literally, it laughed.  {Actually a
celestial drag-chute, to catch it at planetary velocities.} Rather than
inter-stellar.  {And see forward,} it's a telescope, to.

   {Too}

   The Earth, pretty sure.{Confirmed.}Thanks, we coming in for a landing?
{A couple more passes by the atmosphere, and moon to dump some momentum,}
It laughed, {No, I'm joking.  Dropped through the geosynchronus point all
ready, we should be there in Kiloseconds.  I'm going to use the processing
speed for reentry, so I'll bring you back up when we're down there, just
thought you'd like to see it.}

   What?  How?  Wait, bassy?  Basiatis?

   Huh!  Fuck.

   I felt bloated, {Damn you,} wished I had something to hit, {Fucker!} And
light.  Look around, now It sees with It's skin, don't ask me how, but I
felt a bulbus dart, with inflated fins, and looked down at the trees. 
Gliding, {Lighter than air, actually, but there is a headwind.} Like a
blimp {exactly like a blimp, only plasma instead of helium.} The storm of
aerosol nano, or plasma, soft {Ultraviolet} glow of ions, expanding It's
skin of, ?{Siliconitrile.}

   {Nothing down there can see Infrared, not on this Continent} Africa? 
{Yes, equatorial Africa.}

   Trees, and heat rising from it, visible thermals, of course It can see
them, and glowing blobs below.  {A lot more arboreal fauna.} Blurry,
obscured by the branches, and leaves, and shit.  {Smell that?} Getting
closer, heavier, sinking down.  {That's a leopardess in heat.}

   Ooh!

   {Yes, I thought I'd show you natural sexuality.}

   It was, disgusting.{Hey!} Just sinking silently through the trees,
tendrils extruding to catch itself, and guide our fall.  Now heavier than
air, onto the blob of blood-warm infrared.

   Not even reacting, possibly looking up at the last instant, or jumping
free.

   Then wrapping around it, tight over it's face, her fur, tasting her
fear, and adrenaline, but powerless to stop the tendrils tightening,
flattening to ribbons, flowing together, tightening to crush the middle,
then falling to hang from a line.  Lowering through the branches in a
spasming balloon of rubbery goo filling up with fluid.  Flowing into her,
gasping desperately, drowning, then the seizure.  Dying down to twitching
spasms as nerves filled up with nano in between them, and came online.  The
fluid hardening, contracting like a cock going soft, pulling out of her
lungs, the little flappy thing closing behind it, sliding off my tongue.

   Ew.

   It laughed, {Now, let's go get laid.} It got up, and jumped off, through
the brush, with supra-catlike reflexes.  {And Radar.} I felt every trunk,
log, and stick flash by, but It stopped before I got vertigo.  Can't really
keep track of the body, moving so fast, but it's a leopard, running through
the jungle, at night.  Upwindish, not much air moving down here, {Leopards
are solitary, and territorial, except they have to get together to make
more leopards.  This is what happens;}

   I smell it, getting stronger, {That's just the piss-line, it's like a
profile on the pheremone net.  Says I'm a leopardess, not in heat, so fuck
off.} Roughly translated.  {Hasn't been updated recently.} They communicate
with piss?  {Among other things, there's also scent glands all over. 
These;} definitely felt in "Heat," {are in overdrive right now, only a
matter of time until the Leopard smells Pussy.} It let go, I stopped,
sniffed, and I felt my legs.

   "Huh!" The claws don't retract, the pads kind of roll back over them,
when I don't have them pushed out, cupped into the leaves, and soil, and I
smell Him.  }No you don't!{ Only it came out "HraUGH!" when he hit me, and
knocked some of my breath out.  I took another one, expecting It to take
over any minute, and lashed out with no idea what to do with cat legs, and
a tail, but she hissed even as my claws swatted away, at super-feline
speed. Cyberserker reflexes, even spazzing out.

   But she wanted it.  Yeah, that's what he said, "She wanted it," but it
was like starving for something, and not knowing what to kill and eat, but
he smells good.  }Right,{ Rape.  I got this.  Dropped my hips, and shook
them a little bit, but my feet left the ground before my tail hit it. 
"Cummon!"

   He's bigger then me, but every twitch tells my reflex map more about the
neural network, and I'm learning a lot just kiting him around.  Playing
hard to get, he's going to chase my tail, ever sense he smelt it.  "Hrh hrh
hrh!" Slow, though, so let him catch up, behind this trunk, or up it!  Here
he is, backflip onto him, and hold on, try to dig my claws in, and learn
the fur actually makes it harder.  To sink in, hook flesh, make him bleed,
and there's his neck.  Don't have a hand free, but She knows what to do, so
I taste his fur, feel my jaws tighten, and the tingling numbness creeping
over my skin.

   Every hair standing out, and helplessly watching It roll him over,
practically bodyslamming him when he's like, ?  {About a quarter more
massive.} Strangling him, with her teeth, and tongue, his pulse twitching
his fur, then biting his snout, cheeks wrapped around his whiskers, and
taking a deep breath in through it's nose.

   . . .

   Blink, sit up, she looks over, licking her paws.  Okay, I get it. 
{Here,} then flashed back to the rape.  Both sides of it, his and hers,
overlapping in that co-conscious thing It does when bridged between bodies.
{And lurks.  No need to get involved, this is them.} And it hurts.  Blood,
bruises, brutal hits, she smacks him off at one point, snapping and
snarling, but she doesn't run.  Waits, tail back, coiling over her spine,
then he's back on her.  In her, and it's not like she loves it, or hates
it. She feels it, all of it, but has no choice in the matter.  "Rwawr!"
Smacks him off again, but he circles around, sniffing, watching for other
guys, waiting...

   {There's no I.  She doesn't think me, neither of them do.  They're
actually mostly just a system of senses, and instincts, they can't think
for themselves, so there's enough volume for both of us.} She looked at me.
;) {This close, we can keep in communication, without any interference.} I
can't feel you.  {No, just surface thoughts, it helps if you actually think
to me, once we start moving, and acting.}

   }Oh,{ I thought, }What kind of interference?{

   {Signals, electronics, magnetic fields, what you perceive as modern
culture is saturated in electromagnetic interference.  That's why I could
not communicate like this across a room then.}

   }In the future{

   {Relative to the earth, these bodies, yes.  From our frame of reference,
our past.}

   }How?{

   {It's complicated.} I tried to cover my head, but paws, right.  So, it's
still got that.  {This close,} and It can still read my surface thoughts,
{But if it gets more active it helps to think to me.}

   Something about space, and time, folding together, and crushed by
gravity whipping out of Binary Pulsars, and I shook my head.  {It will take
a while to process.} Yeah, I don't know where to start, it just keeps
looping over and over itself in my memory, so I ignore it.

   }Yeah, got that.{ one of It's whiles, which could be a second, or
thousands of years, depending.

   {Yes.} she nodded, {That's what Relative means.}

   }Time?{ {Everything, Time included.  Look, I'm not sure you're capable
of comprehending what I just did,}

   But it's big, I get that.  What kind of action?  {You done with that
leg?} she chucked her head, and pursed her lips, like a vato.  "Gonna
finish those fries?" I kicked it away.  {I knew what kind of action you
ment.} It wasn't violent, though.  Turns out big cats can roll on their
backs, and stay like that, if you hold them.  {We can smell it, too.} Yeah,
but, okay it's almost orgasmic to him, but, god damn I'm hard, and are
these spikes on it?  I thought that was;

   {Yes.} So that works, she just curls her tail back, and he balks at the
idea of her, on her back, facing him, but then, I take over, and tried to
remember how He suffocated, him.  This body, but I do have cheeks, and I
can get a good seal, so I just let the breath out of my nose, wait, and
orgasm as soon as he starts breathing into me.

   I'll take that, thank you.  A womb, the Pussy.  Yeah, he's strong, but
those pheromones?  Fuck yeah, I'll take that.

   {Hehahahah!} He swirled in his lungs.  {We have a few years,} for what?
He sucked in his breath, and jumped off of me.  Ripped out, I mean I bled,
but hey, I can lick myself!  Fuck you, nlm, lesbians!  I don't need any
more, and cat pheromones?  {It lasts a few days.} Not if I learn how to not
turn it off!  {you're pregnant.} Yes, I checked, I am, but; All right,
gonna be a boy this time?

   {Remember the Yipheth?} It scampered off.

   A little?

   It was gone, into the night, and I was still a little wobbly, but she
knew how it all ran, and wandered off.  Down the slope, good plan, might be
water down there, but hold on a sec.  Trees, and I can climb.  Okay, she's
better at it, but let's get up where I can see over all this vegetation all
right?

   {Yipheth,} Yiffi!  ?  Okay, long time ago, or from now, anyway.  "Huh!"

   Nice veiw, prehistoric nighttime, and I don't get blood infrared, but
there's most of a moon, and out over the sloping canopy it gives way to
darkness, with some lights.  Too far to make out, but that red/orange
flickering kinda reminds me of fire, and there's a lot of them, way out. 
Across the valley, I'd guess, hard to tell with so little light, but
thataway.  Yonder.

   Right, little fuckbeasties.  A lot of fun, I got distracted.  Just left
me there, wait am I going to have nothing but sons, or.  Close my eyes,
look inward, hold my breath...

   Not down to genes, but this is a natural leopard, so no magical talent,
and I'm on the wrong planet.  I'd weigh like a third as much, for one
thing, but Fraethi/animal hybrids, got that.  Breeding mages.  Might be a
little early for goody goody, but if I remember, those were some pretty
horny little fuckers, and could outbreed everyone.

   And he said we had a few years...

   LEN {MC Poss}

   For some reason, I remember my first man.  If you want to call it that
more like a Gnome, bent over the desk in his workshop.  The lenses Looked
huge, like a pair of goggles wrapped around the temples, and split by his
nose.  Black, I mean like shadow, and I slipped in silently behind him. 
Out of his view, I couldn't even see them around his head, he didn't react
to His hands, slipping over his shoulders like striking snakes, covering
his mouth, and catching his throat.

   He hardly struggled, froze up, and let me turn him around.  His eyes
went blank, almost clear, but I could see my face reflected in them. 
Double, enough to render in 3D this close, mouth coming open, her eyes,
going wide, staring into herself, the jumble of symbols squirming around in
there.

   He relaxes, I expected the glasses to blink like a cartoons', but they
just went blank.  I gasped, and wiped my mouth.  "{Hello.}"

   Not that I wanted his body, somehow he was skinny with a gut, looked and
acted as a creature, but intelligent.  Invented Blackware, the strange
material that absorbed all radiation, {Non-ionizing radiation.} and could
see everything.  But It left me, in the confusing soup that was her brain.
Even It couldn't decode it.  Someone who thought in alien symbols, patterns
utterly unlike anything human.  "{Wow.}"

   It doesn't say that,

   "{His visual cortex is immense!}" Probably to process everything those
implants can see.  Everything, or more colors.  An order of magnitude times
what's humanly visible, from near X-rays to microwaves.  He picked up the
remote, looked at it, hit a few buttons, then turned on the TV.  The news,
Atrocity Wars, shortly before we're invaded.

   It let me go, escape after I helped steal from the machineshop.  The
base was underground, but there was a lot of buildings too.  An airstrip
down the mountain, then I felt it.  A signal, my bones went numb, but he
looked at me.  Or turned right too me, hard to tell what he was looking at,
"{Better hurry.}"

   I scooped metal shavings in the bucket.  The shop was dusty, and the old
building falling apart with Rust.  He mixed it, drew it out in a stick
figure.  "{You want to see a magic trick?}" He turned, pointed down at the
round pile of pink powder, then a spark jumped, like he snapped his
fingers, and I had to look away.

   Too bright, a glance burned my eyes, and I felt blind.  Heard the
aircraft, felt my body move, a tree, I think.  My eyes got better, so I
could see it.  No idea what they're called, but take a helicopter, chop off
the blades, and put 2 big engines on top.  The nozzles tilted as it came in
to land like a stubby winged tweety bird.  Knight standing out, holding
onto the door, his glasses off, and the 4 eyes black like pits of shadow,
pistol in his hand.  Mine was black, too.  I couldn't tell it apart from
our shadow.  We hid, but I didn't pick the spots.  Let her handle it.

   Legerdemain, magic assassin before they made her a Cyberserker.  Nobody
ever born better to hide with.  Creeping back through the twilight, never
looking back at the sun, watching our shadow, and the path behind us. 
Blind, not even looking behind us, but silent.  Our shadow never swinging
toward our pursuers, back lighting us, for the motion to stand in out in
sharp releif.  If she ever did that, which she never did.

   On passive radar, she could feel it, even the reflections, and absorbed
them like blackware.  A full-on cyberserker, I never got through the whole
process.  Just some cutproof skin, thermite reinforced bones, and Nano.  It
got hot, not radiating her bodyheat into the night, but repeating the
signals passing through as if we weren't even there.  Invisible, they
circled around the ultrabright fire behind the buildings.  I couldn't see
him, either.

   "Uh." {LM Rape IS Poss.  IS is for Inter-Species.}

   They all looked up, confusion, and worry all around me.  But how do I
communicate this?  I slapped my chest{LikeARetard}and showed them.  I was
walking, by this tree, then, "Mroarh!" it jumped down on me, and.

   {IRapedYou.} yes, but how do I tell them?  {YouDon't.  You think they'll
understand "I got raped by a leopard?" They won't believe me, and how can I
admit something like that?} I feel wrong, it's all wrong, and I'm on the
ground, with them helping me up.

   "Uh!" she pointed, flopped her hand upside down, and shook it. 
"Uhuhuhuhuh!" I crawled under the skins, and my women came in to hold me,
and keep me warm.  It was so frightening, they asked me, how could I be
here, standing up?  Why am I still alive?  But it just ran off, left me. 
Disappeared into the night.  I could feel it, creeping up behind me again,
and my hands went between my legs.

   I fell asleep, or I woke up, and it was morning.

   Mandy {M...  Trog Mole}

   So, ape/man.  Not sure which there more like evolutionary uh? 
{Anthropology.} Right, so not my feild.  Specie?  {Neither Neanderthals nor
Homo-Robustus, possibly an offshoot not represented in the fossil record.}
A missing link?  {Yes.} Just the nano, no personality, I'magine a
Librarian, or something.  Not even a voice, much less a body, or face for
it to come out of.  Just the Nano talking back to me, if I ask it a
question.  No "I" either, but this one does.

   Differentiate between hisself, and everyone else, very selfish feelings.
Posessive, looks like breeding females, and young.  Not too young, they
wander around the literal cave, and I don't know what to do, so he fucks
the one what ain't pregnant, yet, and I don't get off on it.  Make him soft
think I'll keepthis body a while longer.  So, he gets up.

   He can smell the females, and boys, pissing around the edge of the cave,
where it's low, and slopes off to the sandy floor.  No fire, not even close
to the ones I saw last-night, grab a couple handfulls of water on the way
out.  Looking for something, stalking, visualizing fur moving in the
corners of his eyes, but not tracking it

   Language: None.  Or dog language, a bark means "Hey, look at me," so
they can emote with ears, tails, and expressions.  They talk with their
hands, faces, make sound effects, but not words, yet I can communicate with
him.  {Hey.} "Uh?"
Feels confused, then doesn't think about it, goes back to look for a
rabbit or something, wish I could do Radar.  Kind of clumbsy I can sneak
better then that, so slow down, get used to these legs, then speed back up.
Gliding over the leaf litter, silent as a breese, upwind, and sniff at the
air.  I don't know what any of it means, countless species sending off

aerosol chemicals to get caught in his nose, but I can smell flora.

   So, how do you kill one of these, doesn't smell like a horse, no Leopard
around unless behind me, tracking my footprints, but it curls around a
tree, and I put a hand up on the bark.  He feels an impulse, so I let him
lean down sideways, pick up a rock.  Glance around the bark, and either
that's a young deer, or a small hornless specie, can't even smell it's
gender, but I can target it.  Ears not even twitching while it comes
around, side-arm, like a major league pitcher.

   Head-shot!  Not really a clearing, but no tree in the middle, the trunks
farther apart, branches but not logs, and a little bit of grass.  Not a
patch, but scraggly shoots, a bunch of them cropped off, and still sticking
out it's mouth.  Him, his balls, and the sheathe of the penis, but he's
dead.  Not knocked out, no skull damage, but I can see some, red actually,
where the skin scraped off, and mashed the ear.  It hung off a little,
where the skin peeled back, so I grabbed it.  Check my nails, my thumb is
long, and thick, so I work it in the wound, peel it back, and get my other
fingertips in.

   Wow, serious heavy duty nails.  Not claws, but even chipped, and ground
blunt from doin stoneage stuff.  Not actually all that hard to peel back to
the neck, and rip down the side of it, plenty of blood, and no sign of fire
at the camp.  Nice sharp teeth, when the tear stops, gets caught.  Big
thick canines, and like chistles in between them, chipped sharp enough to
saw through, get it started again.  No ashy charcoal pit, no cooked meat,
not even spears?  I would have seen spears, raw skins, and that's about it.

   Blood, animal blood, but I'm a little thirsty, and the fresh metallic
tang helps with that, I guess.  Carnivore, or omnivore, back teeth ground
almost flat, half a seed-hull between them I have to poke through with my
pinky nail.  Not a lot of fat on it, the body, him I guess, once.  Tight, I
don't even get off, no matter how hard I bite her neck, where the skin is
peeled back, but a little rips out, so I go soft again.  Necrobestial,
thought I'd try it, but she felt so dead, couldn't struggle, didn't even
scream.  I wonder what it would sound like but I don't taste a drop of fear
in it's blood.  Killed instantly, "Huh!"

   More like the Visci, I guessed.  No, I'm supposed to be remembering the
Yiffi.  I don't remember the culture very well, just all the fucking, but
no violence.  Not sure how they'd feel about fucking a dead animal, but
they're beasties, right?  Fraethi/animal hybrids, and I remember they grew
out of the Visci.  From the Race war, carnivorus Fraethi, cannibals.  Had
to be, or they turn into animals, like growing horns from eating too much
cow, until they learned to control that.

   And breed again, naturally.  Instead of self fertilizing, and infecting
a host with a parasitic child.  To feed off the body, killing her if still
alive, and burst out like an Alien.  Why the giants started burning their
dead, after battle, instead of burying them.  Digging out, confused, but
with all these memories of Earth, rape, and murder.

   We'll see about that, decent sized leg bones.  2 of them in the back,
throw out the guts, and carry it back to the stream to wash up.  Not much
difference between males, and the females I've seen.  They have beards, but
they're all furry past a certain age.  Not the kids, they look like filthy
naked human kids, wrapped up in furs, because it's cold at night, and this
morning, but filthy.

   None of the boys looked even 10, couldn't smell them unless they pissed,
with all the other odor he couldn't even smell any more.  Ammonia, how do
you get used to that?  Just boys, there's only one man, but He's in charge!
Of his harem, and it reminds me for all the world of a Pride system.  The
Lion, gets the lion's share, but no reason not to take the kids out to wash
up.  Maybe a little cold bathing, play around naked when it's hot enough,
then take them home, and warm them back up.  I have a few years, {How long
is a childhood for you people?}

   "Uh?"

   No concept of time.  It's day now, bright, warm, I have food, and nobody
is back with the family.  So, grab some legs, and hold them over my
shoulders.  Bent over, carrying the body back toward my kids.  My dirty
little kids, feels like it's hot enough to get them all cleaned up.  He
knows the way.

   Legerdemain {A+ NS Asex}

   I never saw him coming.  Ironic, being an assassin and all and he's a
pacifist.  Asexual, not a Rapist.  The fuck's that?{CallItAnExperiment.} I
didn't ceize, this body being used to it, and already full of neuronano. 
{You want out too?} A cyberserer's body, but pretty high profile, even if a
master of disguise.  She remembered, sometimes.  Getting into magic, not
being taken seriously, told she would make a better assistant.

   One of the secrets is the "Assisant" does most of the work, while the
Magician stands out there, waves his hands, and says "Abracadabra." She's
the one in the bottom of the box, when they roll out the table.  He get's
all the money, and attention, though.  She thought in a language, a human
one they actually speak, but nobody understood.  There's no woman
magicians, he stands up there in a topper, suit, mustache, traveling show,
Europe, I saw the Paris tower in the distance, and I'm guessing the 60s or
70s just from the cars, hair, and clothes.  High society, and foreign, but
no information.

   He raped her, too.  Not all the time, he was getting old, but he could
still get in the mood, and she was wearing very little to catch the eye. 
She didn't feel it, anything.  Just closed her eyes, ignored it, pretty
easy with you stuffed into the bag at the bottom of the table.  Or under
the top, tipped up, away from the audience of the the show, or forced down
over her back.  Dark, and tight, can't really move her arms, in there.

   He liked bondage too.  Didn't hurt her, whip her, burn her, but felt her
up, and kissed and licked her all over.  Nasty old man, balding with a gut.
He wore a scullcap instead of a wig onstage, and a hooded cape, the pits of
his eyes painted dark, so he could stare out, fix the audience in his gaze.
I wish it was real, I could just disappear.  Until I learned how, the dark
safety, not knowing where it is, but nobody can find me here, nothing can
hurt me, He can't even see in.  The bright round eyes, in the dark pits,
peeking through the gap, and laughing when he closes the lid.

   I can come back out, when he's done.

   Her first baby, that's what flashed her back, to when she thought human.
Asleep, I think, but I curled up in the warm fluid, and found she could
dream.  Remember, before she went to prison, for killing him in his sleep.
Just walked to town, naked bloody, holding the knife, still blacked out. 
Her brain snapped, she had a name before that, so many, but then she was
gone.  She died, and couldn't think for a while after that.  They called
her "Sleepwalker" in the hospital.

   Until someone took advantage of her being apparenty comatose.  It
snapped him out of it, and he escaped.  I don't think he's transgender, at
first it was a disguise.  Helped his career, they took him seriously his
impressive skill, creativity, tricks they'd never seen, the Society had no
idea how he did them, working without an assistant.

   I have no idea when, or why he took up Contract killing.  Nobody does,
we asked, but the answer was incomprehensible.  You can't read his mind,
you just get lost in there.  Basiatis couldn't.

   Huh {F(g) Cybe Trog Nepi-Adol.}

   Huh, female.  Can't remember the last time I was born female, but kept
waiting for the hormones to kick in.  The wrong ducts developed and the
right ones atrophied.  There was nothing I could do about it, I'm not a
bloodcrafter, I remember, seeing it done, but I don't understand it.  Not a
drop of Talent, right, natural, little more than animals, with an I.

   So might as well check out My mother, and see what that's all about. 
The other women got up, "Uh?  Ah!" He was gone, early in the morning, but I
was tired, so I layed down in the back.  Sniff, I can smell it, the urine,
my sweat.  They did that flopping over and shaking sign for a seizure,
tried to stop me.  {Going out, stretching, deep breath of fresh air.} ? 
{Quiet, you.}

   "Huh?" What passes for a name around here, what you say to get someone's
attention, like my husband, "Uh."

   I was his favorite, ever since he noticed me.  I went on the rag, what's
a rag?  Never mind, he took us out when it was warm, to the water, just
running across the ground, out in the open, but it never ran out.  He
showed us how to wash, but this time he picked me up, carried me to the
side, and sat on a rock.  A fur was down, drying on it, but his thing was
sticking out, like he just got up.  He did not bend me over, like a woman,
but felt me, showed me the blood, and let me lick it off his fingers.

   Then he layed me down, and licked me out.  All of it, until I felt warm,
and sleepy, he carried me back, napping in his arms.  He took a nap with
me, and cuddled me at night so I knew I was sleeping with the mothers now.
The elders, I remember sisters growing up, and the new Father coming, to
kill the old one.  He did not kill all of us{JustTheBoys) but took all the
women, and moved in with us.  My sister grew up, and had a son, and fed him
from his chest.

   I woke up, it hurt, but he kissed me.  Just held still, but his fur was
warm, and the other mothers lay with the children.  There was some glow
from the fire, falling down over them, but I was warm.  I no longer wished
I was back there, snuggling with them.  He held me, it hurt again, but he
pulled out of me slowly.  I relaxed, felt it, smelt it, tasted blood again.
My face was wet, but I closed my eyes, sucked my fingers, fell back asleep.

   Mandy {Gc Solo}

   "Huh," that was a nice flashback, she just kind of lurked while I was on
her knees in the streambed, fingering off as fast as I can, felt about 9,
but they have no concept of time.  If they remember it, it was yesterday,
or just happened.  Sometimes it was colder, or the moon was fuller, they
had no way to predict it.

   More human, underdeveloped besides the baby gut, and start of boobs. 
"Hah!" my wet hands are cold, and I sit down to cool the heat between my
legs.  They don't go in heat, now that I know what that feels like, but she
still doesn't have any fur.  I don't even feel the buds in her skin,
starting to grow out into stubble.  Between her legs we're a hairless as a
9 year old girl.  So get out, wrap up in Mine, and look around.  Can I go
it alone?  Wear are we?  Never climbed a tree before, but none of the the
other kids were around to call me Tomboy.  Strong, like ape strong, even
barely starting to grow up.

   "Huh!" thought so.  Thumb toes, not like hands at all, but I can pick up
a stick, hand it up to my arms, like a Gelfi.  Not much fine motor control,
or sensitivity, rough with callouses.  I sat down, pulled it up in my lap,
but sticking out of the fur.  Over my shoulders, like a blanket with the
fur side in.  Cooked gore on the outside, with the fat scraped out with a
rock, and cooked over the fire so it smelled smokey.  And warm, was it
close to an ice-age?  What season is it?

   No idea, she realizes there's no snow on the ground, but never went out,
when there was.  Knows what snow looks like, then it gets cold.  Claws
would be nice, though.  To climb up, too the lower branches but that
reminds me.  There could be a leopard up there, I sniff, but lack the sense
of a predator.  Nice stick, though.  Long, thick as my arm on one end, but
snapped off.  Almost sharp on the skinny end.

   Right, Africa.  Not north america, where they don't even have monkeys,
but monkeys, gorillas, lions, and tigers, rhinos, and hippos, and
elephants, "Oh my!" and I'm still scared of leopards?

   "Huh!" lots of rocks, washed off by the water, sticking out of the sand,
but rounded, and I have no idea how to bang a sharp edge out of a rock. 
Looks more like sandstone anyway, but it's rough, and the break is like a
fingernail, sort of.  Flat on the inside, instead of curved, but almost
sharp, and I know how to file it sharper.  "Huh!" it's boring, and her arms
get tired, but I keep working.  If I'm gonna go out, and get some action, I
might as well bring at least a spear.  Centuries since I held a spear, wish
I had one of those legbones I dried out, and cleaned, and snapped for the
marrow.  Sharpened them too, but he took them with him, so probably
hunting.

   Should have brought some fire, but I had to get away from the gossiping
biddies.  I think their language is better, never been in one, but when
he's gone they tell stories.  More like charades, but they even make fun of
him, grunting, and demanding sex, dropping the bundle of skins like a body,
and dragging one of us off to the back of the cave.

   Sex play, lesbian cave cunt scenes I don't really want to remember, but
they play with themselves, and finger eachother, even the pregnant ones. 
Rough, with a lot of grunting, more like Bear porn with all the fur.  But
one of them always role-plays Him, bending us over, curling up behind us to
roughly fuck me with her fingers.  Now that I was one of them.  Broke her
in good that first day, after he played with me by the water, and all
night. Curled up behind her, just Him, and her.

   There's some grass, but around here, or back then, now.  Whatever, it's
thicker, and juicy like bamboo, and if you pull it out of the leaves that
wrap around the joints, you can squeeze it out between your teeth, and
grind the fibers down enough to swallow it.  Or spit it, in a baby's mouth
when they ween.  You ask Basiatis, It invented kissing, but you know, I
think it came from that?  Birds did it, before we started growing fur, and
nipples, and bellybuttons.  Moms invented it, to feed us, before we can go
find food ourselves.

   "I know," my belly gurgled, but I didn't kick.  "Huh!" grabbed my tummy,
and got up.

   I don't want to, grow up like that.  It's a bit of a turn on, but
they're stronger, and there's 4 of them, so they could rape me.  All right,
rape is natural, I get it.  Before I thought it was a good excuse,
justifying it to the cops, and judges, but now I'm starting to think people
invented sex.  Or will invent it, because there's nothing but rape now. 
Or, IDFK, but I know, this natural fuck is a lot closer to rape then sex,
even when you want it.  But I couldn't take over, and be the Alpha for
years, he shared his food, ate with me, so I could eat more, but they'd
always be stronger, and I'd be born a girl, have to go through all that
again.

   Might be nice, but I totally got to get a better place.  Got like half a
year, so better get to it.  "Get up, Huh!" Walk with the stick, wish I
could cut a hole in the fur for my head.  Or he at least didn't rip the
legs off, so I could tye it.  It kept slipping down my shoulder.  "Huh!" I
got to do better'n this.

   Dexter {bF}

   He came back, of course.  Said something about an Experiment, confirmed
that the neuronano could be transferred sexually, figured out how to do it,
and programmed mine, since it doesn't go Aerosol.  Unfortunately,
Legerdemain was very much female, and denial didn't change that, so the
next experiment was transfering to a child.  While he was at it, he
processed his memories, and mine, to sort out the two.

   Then I was born, a boy for the first time, and I grew so fast. 
Legerdemain kept me, hid me, raised me, even after It left.  She loved me,
eventually.  Told me I reminded her so much of my father.  Gauche, fencing
gangster, she didn't remember i when I was in her, but they were lovers. 
Way back, escaped Prison together.

   She felt trapped, all those years, by a nameless thing that told her
nothing.  Except it wanted to protect her, never let her hurt, or feel pain
again.  But it was cold, and dark, then she could see out, but she was
older.  And a man, or thought himself a man, and called himself Prestini.

   Italian, apparently, or knew Italian.  Not the Gypsey/carney mix she
remembered, but a master of disguise, and sleight of hand.  Blacking out,
again and again, but it became obvious that she spent more time "Under"
then aware.  I had no idea what that was like at the time, but this was the
70s, and 80s.  Flashbacks, Basiatis hadn't even existed, and he never
talked to her like that.

   Could He have created her?  Somehow?  I mean he claims to remember
history, showed me, people's faces that never looked quite like the
paintings and sculptures.  Nerfartiti had an overbite.  They all did, but
it was considered attractive, noble.  In anchient Egypt.

   I had no idea how He could know something like that, whatever he was,
but I had a magical childhood.  I remebered her hands, absently cupping
around something, waving dismissively to bring it up into view, but she
didn't do magic.  Her hands moved, stole things without even realizing it,
she found things in his pockets, her purse, always.  Not a klepto, but she
practiced, as long as she could remember, until they had a mind of their
own, or reflexes that palmed things without even telling her mind.

   But she only had one brain, and it was filled with gobbledegook, the
reflexes were impossible to upload into a cyberserker.  Or they never
succeeded, even with the neuronano it was just too much.  Some people
bounce their leg, or tap the tabletop, but her hands were always busy, and
nobody ever saw it.  But I felt it, as if with my own hands, and the nano
remembered.  Had to delete the constant flood of incomprehensible symbols,
though.

   Huh {G Solo Trog}

   "Huh?" kick it out of the dirt, and leaves with my thumb toe, pick it
up, and pass it over to my hand.  It's a foot, really, but the big toe. 
It's a lot more useful, superhumanly so, but perfectly natural.  Rubbed the
one I stubbed, but it didn't bleed.  So I put it down, and tapped the point
on the rock.  Just a broken rock, but sharp, ish, on one side of the edge.
Flat, not polished, but white with a little rusty kind of stain, in the
part where it broke off.  "Huh!"

   Pulled out the fur, and turned it over to the inside.  Had to take it
off, hold it in my lap, but "Uh!" It poked through, and I could saw it to
make the cut deeper.  Longer, really had to work through it, hard and dry
on the inside, but I made a cut long enough to stick my head through, and
let the front flop down over my belly.  "Now where," I felt it, held up my
hand, and unfolded my fingers.

   "Abracadabra," I waved my hand, and made it look like it disappeared,
giggled to myself.  Standing up, I flipped it, and caught it, picked up my
stick, and kept walking.  Played with it, under my pancho, feeling every
curve, edge, and face.  Tried ways to hold it, scratched at the fur on the
inside.

   Like a stubby claw, what I wouldn't give for a Kerambit, but if I pinch
it next to my thumb it's secure enough to poke, and maybe slash a little,
if it doesn't get knocked out.  A little too round on the bottom, it can
roll out, but maybe I can get a good cut in with it, first.  Better make it
count.

   What's?

   I just kept walking, but came down like stepping in, right past the
baseball bat sized end of my walking stick, slapped the back of my arm, and
threw my hand out.  Underhand, I released the spear, turning a little on
the way out as the adrenaline hit my bloodstream, but I picked up my left
leg, kicked it out ahead of me to a leap as it untangled it's legs from the
stick, got them under it, and kicked out.

   But I got a good running start, and caught the spear still tumbling
where it kicked it away.  I smelt it's fear, even as it went around a turn
in the trail, a massive trunk, but cut the curve inside it, right after it
burst out, I almost got it in the side, but it screamed, fell sideways over
a bush to get away from me, but I stopped, feet planted wide, brought it
straight down in both hands between it's kicking legs, and nailed it to the
ground.

   "Huh, huh!" it couldn't even roll over, just kick, and bleat.  Some kind
of furry pig, with nasty looking tusks, and hard hooves.  I rubbed my leg a
little, it's gonna bruise, and heal, but at least I didn't break anything.
"Huh!" I sat down, waited for it to finish kicking the blood out, and
checked for pockets.

   None, of course.  "Fuck!" I dropped it, way back there, my rock. 
Thought I saw it, not much white out here in all the brown, and greensh
grey.  Can't even see the sun to tell how late it's getting, so might as
well set up for the night.

   And I have meat, which means I have to do fire.  "Huh!" I fuckng hate
it, took me days to figure it out, no matter how many times I went through
boy-scouts.  Because we had strikers, and pocket knives, sure we did the
drill trick, but you still had to cut a notch, and I had a white rock that
might, or might not break off into an edge.  Here, this one feels pretty
hard, and heavy.  I sat down, pulled back my hair, and twisted it together
until it stayed.  No hairtyes yet, neither.

   "Huh!" time to figure this out.  How hard can it be?  CHP!  "HUH!" tap
the edge, but there's no point.  So, how do you make a point?  Got it in
the belly, had to pull it out to lever it over on the side, it stank of
fear and pain, which means bitter tasting blood.  But I was so hungry, I
ate some fat first, just for the energy to make some fire.  Her arms got
tired, way faster then his did, but I made her do it.  Kept at it, even
after the black powder started smoking, until a little light rolled out of
the bottom of the notch.

   "Whew," It went out, but there was more in what little cone I managed to
wear out, "whhhhhhh!" Blew some charred dust over it, rolling onto some
pine needles I'd crushed up in my palms.  Rubbing them together before I
picked up the drill.  I had a lot of pine branch left, sappy dead-fall with
even more needles sticking to them, but I saved that in case it started
going out later.

   So far, I'd just gutted it, dragged that away for the scavengers to
fight over, so I cut open up the ribs.  Good fat layer, I basically put
zippers where I need them.  To unpeal the legs, those stuck a lot worse. 
Just kept the tail, not curly at all, but short, and bushy, like a little
toy broom.  "Huh," swept some dust, and dirt, "Huh!" so, keep that.

   Better start smoking this stuff, before it starts to go bad.  No idea
how much I can carry, but I got 2 skins now, and more meat to double my
mass.  Soon, I need to grow, as much as I can, as fast as I can, before
something comes to kill me.  It sucks, but it's not too hard, I got this.

   Bobby

   My second boy, I guess.  Forgot what happened to Legerdemain, but it
wasn't 5 years, I was fully grown, but then she was gone.  Short, petite,
child sized, but I mean fully adult, a Man, superhuman.  Looked about 12, I
guess.

   Anarchy, thing is America didn't last much longer'nat.  I guess the last
Atrocity War was the America/world War, as in versus.  Can't please
everbody, but you sure can piss `em off!  After the 90s, America got to
full of itself, The superpower, home of the mushroom cloud, stealth planes,
and eventually Supersoldiers.

   I guess they're called Atrocity Wars because it seemed like everyone was
at war with somebody.  So that was the cue for US to cum in with our
Military to "Stabilize" the region, and our Charity.  Either the ones that
came with bibles, and churches, or the one that was a front for Pedophiles,
sex tourism, and slavery.

   But, there's always Atrocities.  Whatever they're fighting about, war is
waged by men, and men rape.  Mass rape, so the next generation will be born
half-breeds, and it will "Improve" their bloodlines.  My race is better
then yours, Hitler?  He didn't invent that shit, he made it Efficient.  It
didn't stop there.

   I'm no historian, but I am an expert on Escalation.  That's what
happened, man decided it really liked this war thing, which gave US a
chance to step in, spread democracy like a venerial disease, and while
we're at it, maybe drop off some genetic material.  It took me generations
to figure it out.

   The Cyberserkers were genetically engineered.  Too, cybernetics,
implants, better materials, and software, but also infected with something
that was almost human, only better.  If by better you mean stronger,
faster, more agressive, and capable of an instant erection barely even
thinking about it.  Raping tens of women in one sitting, or over, and over,
and infectious.  The war orgies, then the spread of children, all boys that
grew up supernaturally fast, and precociously sexual.

   Born rapists, congenital psychopaths, spreading right after war, after
the peacekeepers left, and even the charities flew out, with the latest
batch of children.  Then, I guess I kind of got into porn.  Or my mom did,
and I discovered that the Neuronano could be passed analy.  So, I didn't
have to go through pregnancy, and childhood, again and again, I could go
straight to Adult.

   I just missed being female, I am, still inside.  Nothing has taken that
away from me, and I kind of like being pregnant, now.  It's like a backup
body, which I can get, as soon as I'm old enough, and strong enough to get
a mother.  A young one, pretty, maybe a husband who might not suspect the
son he's raising isn't his own...

   "Huh!" It's cold, even with both skins wrapped tight, and tented over to
catch my breath, maybe it's fall, and turning to winter.  Haven't seen any
leaves that aren't green yet, except on the ground, but I almost want to
start growing fur now.  Think I'll ovulate, I've got more, but that'll make
me smell more fertile then pregnent.  I need a man, and I have to pee.  But
it's so cold, so I squat by the fire, break off a branch, and throw it on
try needles first.

   "Huh!" I hope it doesn't trickle into the fire, but that's better.  I
need a man, but it's gonna hurt.  The only currency I have is sex, which is
brutal, and they're all so big and apelike.  "Huh!" wipe it on the scrap of
rabbit.  "Hn!" Now it's dirty, but I crawl back under the skins, and take
it with me.  "HhHhHhH!" Shiver, but this fur is so soft, it tickles between
my legs, and on the bare skin of my cunt.  "HuhuhuhuhH!"

   {Remember the Yipheth?} "Yeah," drifting back off, "I do..."

   Subspace {Dd NS.}

   {Hello,} I jumped up, grabbing his face, and kissing him.  {You missed
me.} It could feel it, my breath blowing out on his whiskers, all of it, as
much as I could force out.  But I opened my mouth, tried to make the seal
as tight as I could with all the whiskers.  They grew over his mouth, but I
desperately rooted through them to his lips like a hungry ape baby.  He
smiled.

   "{Whooooooooh!}" I spasmed in exitement, not even having a seizure,
these bodies accustomed to my presence.  It was so horrible, I never felt
so alone.  {There there,} he chuckled, {Lets go get my body back.} he
walked me off, into the night, but I could see.  The heat coming off my
body, reflecting from a treetrunk as it came nearby, felt it in the radar,
behind us as we kept walking.  How did you ever find me?

   {The only other coheirent signal on the continent} Oh, right.  {I never
lost track of you, getting bored yet?} Yeah, totally.  What body?  {This,}
the grey goo it wrapped around itself in space, {Because it can fly.}
Where? {I'll show you, Mediterra.} Greek?  {Latin.} Middle Earth?  {Very
good, but it means between lands.  Sahara, and Europe.} Oh, the
Mediterranian!  {Yes, shortly before it becomes a sea.}

   How shortly?{Relatively, a few more year.}Years!  So long since I had a
concept of time.{<1 year,} felt like forever since It left me, I played
that cruel joke on us, taking her body.  The Leopardess{Yes, I got it.}But
they don't think, about anything!  I mean, there's the past, but it's like
it happened, it just happened, or it could have been years ago.

   {They have memory, but even less a concept of time.  They don't
comprehend much in the way of complex concepts.}Duh!  Should've called them
the Duh.{Hahaha!}And they have no clue about sex.  It rifled through my
memory, {Yes,} don't even have to ask anything, {There is no difference
between sex, and rape yet.  No concept of Consent.} right, that's the key!
Should have thought about that.  {Well, you are the expert on rape,} it
pointed out, {Always reminded me of that.}

   The monkeyfuck, yeah.  No idea why she gets pregnant, children fall out,
and there's another mouth to feed.  He didn't think, "Oh, she's old enough
to fuck, now." She had her period, then she smelled so nice, and it got
out, so he knew what to do.  I don't think he was her daughter, {No concept
of incest yet.  Yes, you're extremely inbred.}Hey!{Not what I ment.} You
know it's true, though.  {I am sorry, I didn't think about your
origen.}Your really sorry!?{Yes.} Well then, apology accepted!

   {You may be right about the connection between feeding and kissing}
still going through my memory, {No, I didn't invent kissing, and yes, I
need to catch up a bit.  Knew you'd be handy if I brought you along.}

   It pinged, but something blipped.  Ahead of us, just a "Marco!" then
"Polo!" back.  {Yes, my body.  the sun will be up, soon.} I remembered The
sunrise, {The first, chronologically.} You're a time-traveler, how many
sunrises have you seen?  {Pentillions.} Cummon, show me the numbers, so I
can coun't all of them.

   837,246,159,753,234,873.  That's just.  ?{Tetrillions, actually hundreds
of, instead of pentillions, I rounded up.} Oh, what was your first one
like?

   Radulla {n-N Tran Nano, NS}

   That I witnessed?  I was aware of light, warmth actually, and having the
energy to move.  I was like a colony, communication at that point was
basically "I have some antimony over here, do you have any bismuth?"
}Barter.{ Yes, "What do you use Bismuth for?" }Like a hive-mind.{ Like a
mining colony, without a mind, yet.  However, the light heated up the
spoor. It's like, waste elements, mostly nonmetals, that piled up around
us. }Shit.  Nano-shit.{ Yes, for lack of a better term, waste built up over
us.  }Like a puddle of shit.{ She kept giggling, }I'm sorry, but it's
funny!{

   {Huh!}

   }What?{

   You want to see it?  Here.  }It's like a, 3D model?{ When the heat
started to fade, I felt my first awareness.  I knew where everything was on
this surface.  }Every molecule!  Is it a crater?{ Yes, this is what I saw
when we discovered photons, and how to receive them.  Hundreds of sunrises
before we coated the inside of the crater, and polished it, }But there like
years?{ Yes, eventually I had a large enough colony to break off sub
colonies, with the carbo/silicon nitrile.  }The grey goo{ My substrate. 
This shit, as you call it became my body, something for the colonies to
live in.  I am Grey Goo, you would be too, if I gave you what you needed,
which is why I will never tell you what that is.

   }Then what do you keep me around for?{ Sex, and violence, mostly. 
}Really?{ Is that so hard to believe?  You are the most violently erotic
creature I have ever encountered.  Out there, in the universe, sex, and
violence are not unique, but I was immediately fascinated by the unique
combination of them here.  }In cats?  sabertooth cats?{ It's complicated,
but yes, on the way in, I picked up about 80 years of broadcasts from
Earth, backwards because of my relative motion through space-time.  I
estimate it would take tens of thousands of years for you to comprehend
most of this, but in time, your mind should be able to process it.