Warrior Wolf Women of the Wasteland

by Carlton Mellick III

  “You’re not allowed to physically abuse him anymore,” Nova says. “There’s nothing you can do to him that will stop us from speaking to each other.”

  “There’s other ways to punish him besides physically abusing him,” Pippi says. “Maybe I’ll rub my shit in his face and make him eat it.”

  Pippi giggles. Nova mock-giggles for a second and then grabs the red-haired wolf girl by the ear and pulls her into her face.

  “If you don’t make him as comfortable and happy as possible you will regret it,” Nova says.

  “Oh yeah?” Pippi says, ripping her ear out of Nova’s hand.

  “He’s only your property for as long as you live,” Nova says.

  “Do you think you can threaten me?” Pippi says.

  “Yeah, I think I can.”

  They glare at each other for a moment, inches away from each other’s eyes. Then Pippi smiles.

  “Hey, Talon,” Pippi yells, still looking in Nova’s eyes.

  Talon breaks from a group of her friends and looks at us.

  “Prepare the ceremonial robe,” she says. “I’m going to wear it tonight.”

  Talon nods her head.

  Nova’s mouth drops open. “You fucking bitch!”

  Pippi smiles.

  “He’s my Meat,” Pippi says, “and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

  Then Pippi pushes me away from Nova and walks me across the camp. I try to turn my head to look at her, but Pippi holds the back of my skull firmly so that I have nowhere else to look but straight at my cage.

  After sitting in my cage for a while, I see Krall heading in my direction. He has a smile on his face. If I knew any better I would think he was coming to tease me for still being a prisoner, or perhaps he wants to congratulate me on being able to survive. Although I am still Pippi’s property, it is nice to know that I will be able to live. I’m not sure what life will be like for me, but at least I don’t have to worry too much about being killed any time soon.

  Before Krall makes it to my cage, Slayer steps into his path. Her full-body spiked leather outfit is clean and shiny now. She must have just washed the dirt and blood from it. Although now it looks almost greasy, as if she waxed it up to look nicer.

  “I would like you to walk with me,” she says to him. “I want to take you into the woods and show you what it means to be a Warrior.”

  Krall nods his head awkwardly.

  “Since you were originally my property, I feel it is my responsibility to get you accustomed to your new life. You will be my little sister.”

  “Okay,” he says, chuckling a bit at being called her little sister.

  She leads him away from the camp, into the forest. Krall turns around and looks back at me, noticing I had been eavesdropping on their conversation. He shrugs his shoulders at me and then turns back, trailing closely behind his new sister.

  An hour of sitting in my cage alone on the back of the pickup. I hoped Guy would come talk to me, but he seems busy playing marbles with Ashley. He doesn’t look like he is having much fun. He curls his mustache with such force that I can tell he is mad. I bet he would have preferred to be in this cage with me than be that little girl’s permanent nanny. Of course, I’m sure he doesn’t plan on staying. Next chance he gets, he will attempt to escape. He has his own family he needs to return to.

  I scan the camp for Nova. She is sitting by herself, her eyes toward the woods. I wish she would come over and talk to me, but she probably knows it wouldn’t be a good idea. Maybe she’s plotting ways to kill Pippi. Maybe she’s regretting not tossing the little bitch into the giant wolf’s mouth when she had the chance.

  A group of wolf girls come to me. They gather around the pickup and then lift up the cage with me still inside. They carry me into the center of camp where many of the wolf girls have gathered. I don’t see Krall and Slayer, nor Guy and Ashley. Though I do see Nova, sitting on a log near the back of the crowd.

  It isn’t until I see Pippi emerge from Grandma’s tent wearing the ornate purple robe, that I realize what is happening.

  Grandma and Talon stand on Pippi’s sides. Both of them seem annoyed, perhaps angered, by the girl between them. They surely know that Pippi is only doing this out of spite, to hurt her sister, Nova, and prove that she has complete dominion over her Meat. Pippi doesn’t recognize their disappointment in her. She is too wrapped up in her own satisfaction to pay them any mind. A smug smile spreads across her face, pointed in the direction of November, as Grandma gives her speech.

  Grandma’s speech is similar to the one she gave when Pete was in the cage, but this one has been edited down. She doesn’t say it with much emotion. She just wants to get it over with.

  She ends it with, “Today, Pippi will go one step closer to releasing her inner spirit.”

  Then Grandma leaves. She goes back into her tent, not interested in viewing the ceremony.

  Talon is left behind to supervise. She removes Pippi’s robe, exposing her naked body in the moonlight. Her freckles extend all the way down the front of her body, with only a small space of white freckleless skin on her belly and chest. Her breasts are small and pointy, almost sharp, and curved slightly upwards. She doesn’t have any wolf fur on the front of her body, but her back is covered in it. Her back is a coat of red fur, like that of a fox. Her entire ass is covered in a thin layer of fur, which stretches down the backs of her thighs. When she turns around, it looks as though she is wearing a skin-tight pair of red fuzzy pants with a fluffy tail attached to it.

  Although Grandma was not interested in the ceremony, the other wolf girls quickly embrace the spirit of the occasion. They stomp their feet and howl excitedly. I see Nova does not join in with the howls. A couple of the others also seem to remain quiet, including Pippi’s friend, Hyena.

  When she enters the cage, Pippi gives me a big ravenous smile. Her wicked yellow eyes shimmer in the firelight. She crawls on all fours toward me as the cage door closes behind her.

  “Do exactly what I tell you to do,” she says. “I can be sweet or I can be rough.”

  She pulls off my pants.

  “You won’t like it if I’m rough.”

  Unlike Alyssa, who ripped the clothes off of Pete with her teeth, Pippi removes my clothes gently, seductively. It is not the treatment I would have expected. When we are naked together, she rubs her hand down my chest and watches Nova’s reaction. Nova’s cold stare makes Pippi smile.

  Pippi crawls around in a circle around me, imitating an actual wolf. As she passes behind me, she whips her tail in my face. Her tail releases a strange smell that is both sweet and musky. It is so strong that it makes my nose water. She turns around and slaps me with her tail again, filling my nostrils with the scent. It makes me dizzy this time, as if the smell is some kind of chemical.

  After she is finished circling me, she spreads her knees, squats down low, and urinates in the corner of the cage.

  “Sniff it,” she says, pointing at the puddle of urine on the ground.

  “What?” I say, almost yelling at her.

  “Smell my pee,” she says.

  I go to the puddle and smell it. The urine is also thick with the strange odor. I now realize that she didn’t have me smell her urine to humiliate me, she is doing it out of instinct. I remember reading about the mating rituals of wolves, and how the females release sex hormones in their urine as a way to show the male she is ready to mate. I’ve never heard of wolf-like women doing this before, though. I’m just happy she is satisfied with only one sniff.

  Pippi puts her foot in my face. Now that she isn’t wearing boots, I see that her feet are much more wolf-like than her hands. The feet are long and deeply arched, with thick hooked toenails, and patches of red fur on the top. They are absolutely hideous-looking.

  “Lick them,” Pippi says.

  She can tell that I find them repulsive.

  “Now,” she says.

  I stick out my tongue and slide it against the side of her foot, where it most r
esembles a human’s. Pippi looks over at Nova and giggles.

  “Suck on the toes,” she says.

  Reluctantly, I do as she asks. I put two of her smaller toes into my mouth and suck on them. They do not have the pungent taste I was expecting, from walking around in leather boots all day. They are clean. Looking at her body, all of her skin seems clean. She must have bathed in the river prior to this ceremony.

  She curls her toes as I suck on them, digging the toenails into my tongue. It is a little abuse she can give me that nobody else can see.

  Then she pulls herself closer. She sits down between my legs, facing me, and squeezes her knees around my waist. I feel the heels of her feet against my butt. Her tail wags, tickling me as it brushes against my inner thighs. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, and presses her breasts against my body, looking down at me.

  “Hold me,” she says.

  She places my arms around her back, all four of my arms. She has me caress the fur on her back with my multiple hands as we embrace. She gives Nova a glance, teasing her as she rubs her hands up my body.

  Now I know why Pippi is being so gentle. She is trying to make it look as passionate and tender as possible, because she knows it will piss Nova off even more than if she were rough. Pippi rubs her cheek lightly against mine, I feel her wet nose on my temple and her hot breath on my ear.

  She looks me in the eyes. When they are only inches away, her eyes seem even less human than before. Soulless.

  “Kiss me,” she says.

  I look at Nova, as if she might be able to do something to stop this, but she’s not looking at me. Her cold gaze is locked on Pippi, as if she’s imagining all the horrible things she wants to do to her. Pippi pulls my face to her and kisses me. She wraps her lips around mine and I kiss back, but only slightly.

  “Kiss me better,” she says.

  I kiss her for real, but her fangs make it impossible, they poke and cut at my lips and tongue. Pippi pushes my face away.

  “Kiss me deeply,” she says in an annoyed tone. “With passion.”

  I don’t know how to kiss somebody I hate with passion, but she does all the work for me. She closes her eyes, holds the back of my head, and presses my face hard against hers. She sucks my tongue into her mouth and swallows my lips. Her whiskers tickle my nose as we make out. When her tongue enters my mouth it feels strange. It’s much thinner and wider than a normal human tongue.

  Although I put no feeling into my kiss, it almost feels as if she really is kissing me with passion. She rubs my back as she kisses, pressing her breasts against my chest. She pushes one set of my arms down her back past her tail and I find myself squeezing her soft furry ass as I kiss her.

  The wolf girls surrounding the cage begin panting and breathing heavily. They do not howl or stomp their feet. It is as if they are witnessing something they have never seen before in this ceremony. They are probably used to fierce violent sex, not this gentle affection. Whatever the case, they appear to be mesmerized by the presentation.

  Pippi doesn’t stop kissing me as she lies me down on the floor of the cage. She only releases my lips for a second, to look down at my crotch. Her hand curls around my penis. The long wolf-like nails scratch against my inner thigh as she strokes it into an erection. Part of my brain tells me that I should resist her and make this as unpleasurable an experience as possible for her. But there is another part of my brain that can’t resist. I have never made love to a woman before, so my hormones are going wild. Of course, my hormones might just be reacting to the pheromones Pippi released from her tail and urine.

  She puts her legs around me and then guides my dick toward her crotch. The fur around her vagina is soft and delicate. It is not stiff and curly like my pubic hair. She wraps her mouth around my neck and sucks on my throat as she slides me into her. While pushing me in as far as it can go, she licks my face. As if she’s doing it to be playful, she slips her tongue down my forehead and coils it into my eye. Her fangs poke into my cheek and then she wraps her lips around my eye socket, as if trying to suck my eyeball out of my head.

  As she fucks me, her tail points up into the air. She turns and looks at Nova, who is staring back with more rage than ever. While looking her in the eye, Pippi begins to moan. She opens her mouth wide and groans at Nova with each push of her body. Her eyelids loosen and she stretches her head back, making love to me with as much passion as she can feign.

  “Make noises,” Pippi whispers in my ear.

  I realize she wants me to moan with her, to make Nova angry.

  “Show everyone how much you love sex with me,” she says.

  I make slight panting noises.

  “Louder,” she says. “You have to moan as much and as loudly as I do, no matter how loud I get.”

  I moan louder. I do it in such a mockful way that Nova would know I am only doing it because I was told to. Pippi moans louder and so I moan louder. Strangely, many of the women in the audience begin to imitate our noises, moaning with us. Then my moans turn from pretend to genuine. Pippi smiles and laughs at Nova as our wails of ecstasy become thunderous. She savors the moment, riding me slowly, sensuously.

  When she comes close to climax, she begins growling and barking between moans. She howls and her sisters howl back. I grip her coat of fur with all four of my hands and we come together. As she orgasms, I feel her changing. Her moans of pleasure mix with screams of agony, as her body mutates. The muscles in her arms flex and grow, popping out like metal balls under her skin. Her teeth grow longer, sharper. I feel her limbs extending and building mass. Her face lengthens, the jaw stretching forward an inch, the beginning formation of a muzzle. A thin strip of hair rises up the bridge of her nose.

  After the transformation is complete, she feels heavier on top of me. Her breaths are hard and fast. She keeps her eyes closed tight and holds my arms in place around her back. The women around us howl and cheer. Talon opens the door of the cage, but Pippi doesn’t get out. The crowd begins to disperse.

  “I’m not done,” Pippi says, exhausted. “Close the door.”

  “That one was a big change,” Talon says, “You won’t have the energy for another round.”

  “I know,” Pippi says. “But I want to stay.”

  She wraps her arms around my body and lies all of her weight down on top of me. Her breaths become slow as she cuddles me, forcing me to cuddle her back. Many of the wolf women look at her confusedly as she snuggles with her Meat in the cage. Nova is not confused about it, just angry. She knows the red-headed bitch is only doing it to piss her off.

  When the wolf women carry the cage back to the pickup, Pippi is still inside. She has fallen fast asleep around me, snoring coarsely into my ear. Just before dawn, Pippi wakes up and has sex with me again. This time, she does it without an audience. She doesn’t do it to spite Nova or to punish me, she does it for herself. When she’s done, fur sprouts from her arms, going from her shoulders down to the back of her hands. She also appears to have grown several inches taller.

  When she leaves the cage, she kisses me on the neck and says, “You’re mine. Don’t you forget that.”

  Then, so that I would remember, she cuts a claw mark across my back. Not deep enough to be counted as physical abuse, just deep enough so that the pain will linger until I see her next.

  I wake to the morning sun glaring in my eyes. Many of the wolf women are just now waking up, heating McDonald’s brand coffee in the fire pits.

  Krall steps out of a tent with his white coat thrown over his shoulder. One of the wolf girls at a fire offers him some coffee and he takes it in a small paper cup. He talks with her as he drinks it. The girl is that Asian-eyed wolf girl. She has a friendly smile and wears a frilly corset over a mesh tank top.

  Asians were a race of people from a long time ago. They were very common in the old world, but only a tiny portion of them became a part of the McDonaldland civilization. After a hundred years, most Asian blood has mixed into the population. There aren’t any full
Asians anymore. However, many people are still born with Asian traits. You will find people with Asian eyes every now and then. My grandpa was the one who told me that Asians were once a race. Most people in McDonaldland just think it is a certain shape of eye.

  There used to be a large variety of races when the world was bigger. In McDonaldland, they are all pretty much mixed together. My grandpa said that culture was a big part of defining a race, but once The Blessed McDonald’s Corporation required its citizens to embrace only one unifying culture, races seemed to disappear. There are still a variety of hair colors and flesh tones, but there’s really only one McDonald’s race.

  The Asian-eyed wolf girl looks more Asian than any woman I have seen before. Her skin and facial structure are definitely Asian. She might only be a third or a quarter Caucasian. Of course, her wolf-like features are going to take over eventually.

  She catches my gaze. Although her eyes are Asian-shaped, they are still the yellow eyes of a wolf. If she ever becomes one of the giant wolves I wonder if any of her Asian traits will carry over with the change.

  Krall comes over to my cage carrying a second cup of coffee. He hands it to me. The paper cup seems like it has been reused at least a dozen times. They don’t let anything go to waste around here.

  “It’s from Apple,” Krall says, pointing over to the Asian-eyed wolf girl.

  Apple waves at me and smiles. I wave back.

  “She rides with your friend, Nova,” Krall says.

  “She’s Nova’s friend?”

  “I don’t know if they’re friends,” he says. “Apple just said that Nova’s on her team. Apple is the driver, Nova rides on the roof with her crossbow.”

  I nod my head.

  “Where were you?” I ask.

  “I slept in Slayer’s tent,” he says, stretching.

  “You slept with her?”

  “We didn’t have sex or anything,” he says. “But we did share a sleeping bag. She said that new Warriors, which they call little sisters, always share a sleeping bag with one of the higher ranking women for the first few nights of joining their tribe.”