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Archive name: jerarr.txt (MF, nc, sci-fi)
Authors name: Anonymous Author (c) 2002
Story title : Jerarr
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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.
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