“That’s strange,” I say.
“It’s so they can keep safe and warm,” he says. “You wouldn’t believe how warm their fur can be when you’re sleeping with one.”
“But it’s not all that cold out,” I say.
“Yeah, I guess not,” he says.
“So what did you do last night?” I ask, hoping that he doesn’t ask me about my night.
“I just went on a stroll through the woods with Slayer,” he says. “We had an interesting conversation. If I didn’t know any better I would say that she was hitting on me, but I think she is just trying to be nice to thank me for saving her life.”
I nod my head. It seems Slayer isn’t as big of a bitch as I had thought.
Krall tells me more about Slayer. He says that she, for some reason, told him a lot of weird things about herself, things she wouldn’t have told many of her sisters. Maybe because he’s a doctor, maybe because it’s easier to talk to a stranger, or maybe she really does like him and blurted out random weird facts about herself out of nervousness. In any case, Krall isn’t keeping this information private.
He tells me Slayer is actually still a virgin. She has never had sex or even masturbated. When she was kicked out of McDonaldland at the age of thirteen, she was accused of masturbating illegally, even though she has never masturbated before.
Slayer has clitoromegaly (an enlarged clitoris), due to excess testosterone. It is nearly two inches long. Because of this, it is very easy for her to become sexually stimulated. As a kid going through puberty, her clit was a major annoyance. It was so sensitive that just the act of walking around in tight pants would irritate it and cause burn-like pains. But after puberty, she found walking around in tight pants kind of arousing. She knew that touching herself there was bad and against the law, but she didn’t know that wearing tight pants without underwear was a problem, so she did that sometimes because she liked how it felt.
When she started riding her bicycle to school, she realized that the act of riding intensified this sensation. Sometimes she would go out for a ride just to feel it. When thick black hair started growing on her thighs and belly, she thought it was just because of puberty. Her mother told her that she would grow hair on her legs, in her crotch, and in her armpits, but nobody told her how much hair she would grow.
It wasn’t until she had her first complete orgasm that she knew that riding her bike was turning her into a wolf. On the way to school one day, she decided to get up extra early to ride through the farming district of McDonaldland. As her enlarged clitoris became stimulated against the bicycle seat, moisture building between her legs, she pedaled faster and faster down the long windy road.
When she had the orgasm, she squeezed her thighs together, unsure of what was happening to her. She just knew that it felt good. Then her muscles went limp and she crashed into a fence. Quivering in agony on the ground, she assumed the pain was caused by hitting the fence. It was actually caused by her body transformation.
She didn’t know she had gone through the change until she arrived at school and everyone was looking at her funny. Although nothing she could feel on the outside of her body had transformed, her eyes had become yellow and wolf-like. During her first period of class, her teacher nearly fell over when she saw Slayer’s eyes glowing in the back of the classroom. The teacher took her by the ear out into the hall and straight to the principal’s office. Then the Fry Guys came and took her away.
In the wasteland, Slayer learned how to survive on her own. She lived like a wild animal, teaching herself how to hunt and hide from the giant wolves. Her home was a little foxhole dug into the earth, surrounded by bushes.
She continued to have orgasms, in her sleep. She would have dreams about riding her bicycle and would rub her thighs together in a circular motion until she came.
A year had passed before the Warriors found her and brought her into their tribe. By then, Slayer was already covered in a thick layer of black fur. From all the transformations, she had lost much of her memory, including her own name. They called her Bear Slayer, because, when they found her, she had just finished killing a black bear with only a sharpened stick. Talon was the one who found her, and she said that she had never seen a more wild and vicious killer in all her life. Her name was eventually shortened to Slayer, once they realized that bears were not the only creatures that she was proficient at killing.
These days, Slayer has to wear a cup on her crotch when she rides her motorcycle, to prevent undesired orgasms. Although she has owned many male prisoners during her eight years as a Warrior, she has not had sex with any of them. She has already transformed so much at such a young age. If she starts having sex it won’t be long before she completely turns.
Talon, Hyena, and a handful of Warrior vehicles come back into camp. They have concerned looks on their faces. When Grandma comes out to greet them, she is smoking a long wooden pipe.
“There was nothing left,” Talon says. “The Meat had beaten us to the camp and stripped the vehicles clean. There wasn’t anything left.”
“Hmmm.” Grandma releases puffs of smoke from her gray fuzzy beard. “We did inventory here. It seems that the majority of our supplies were left behind during the attack.”
“What should we do?” Talon asks.
“We’ll have to go on another raid today,” Grandma says.
“I don’t think the girls are ready for another one so soon,” Talon says. “Not after what happened last night.”
“We have no choice,” Grandma says.
They order the rest of the women to take down the camp and get ready to move out. So many of them are wounded, I don’t know how they’ll be able to attack another McDonaldland supply run.
Apple, with one leg bandaged around a splint and another taped at the knee, limps over to Nova using a stick as a crutch and tells her that she doesn’t feel confident driving their vehicle in her condition. Nova says that she has to do her best. There just aren’t enough drivers left to pull off a successful raid without her.
Casper is also convinced to ride, despite all of the arrow wounds in her body. Krall reinforces her bandages so that she will be able to fight without ripping her stitches open, but he says she really shouldn’t take any unnecessary risks or she might seriously damage herself. After having lost her close friend, Athena, Casper just looks like she’s ready to kill people and doesn’t care what happens to her.
While the camp is taken down, Grandma paces along the river, smoking her pipe and mumbling to no one in particular.
The Warriors attack a small McDonaldland motorcade at high noon. There are only two armed vehicles and one van this trip. It shouldn’t be too difficult for them, even with the lack of soldiers.
The wounded knights stay back as reinforcements, while Talon, Venus, and Hyena lead the strike. I am on Pippi’s motorcycle, strapped to her back again. Perhaps this time she will purposely let Fry Guys fire at her rear, to get me shot, so that she can still kill me without seeming at fault.
While wrapped around Pippi, it feels like I am holding a completely different person. She has changed, not only physically but also mentally. She seems more serious than before, more mature. It’s like the new wolf in her has eaten away her childish sense of humor.
“This is going to be over too quickly,” Pippi says. “I better catch up if I want to get any kills.”
We speed up to get to the others. Bullets fly past our heads as the armed vehicle in the back of the motorcade fires on us. As long as Pippi doesn’t get ahead of this vehicle, I should be safe.
Talon rides on the back of Venus’ motorcycle. She stands up on the back, balancing herself, her axes out to her sides. Venus howls as they get to the back of the armed vehicle. As Venus pulls along the side of the car, she draws and points her .50 Magnum at the gunner. She fires and blows off his shoulder.
As soon as Talon jumps from Venus’s motorcycle, the Fry Guy vehicle hits the brakes. Talon wasn’t ready for that. She hits the back windshie
ld with her knees, flies over the gunner, and hits the street in front of the car.
Then the other two vehicles in the motorcade hit their brakes. The van ahead pulls over and opens its back doors, releasing a dozen armed Fry Guys. They weren’t transporting mutants. They came here to fight.
“It’s an ambush!” Hyena cackles, hitting her brakes and skidding her tires sideways down the road.
Venus doesn’t have time to hit the breaks. She drives straight into the crowd of armed soldiers, without so much as raising her gun in defense. Their bullets tear through her green fur and she flies backwards off of her bike.
Then, ahead, I see an army of vehicles heading our way. Trucks filled with mutant men, coming to assist their Fry Guy colleagues. The two armies must have planned this attack together. They are trying to finish off the Warriors once and for all.
Pippi turns around before they start firing at us. She follows Hyena back toward the other Warrior vehicles.
“Retreat!” Hyena yells at her sisters who don’t yet realize what is happening.
The warrior motorcycles and vehicles turn around, some of them veer off the road, others drive in reverse. I see Apple turning her vehicle around, off into the dirt. Nova has her crossbow aimed to take on the first truck of mutants that reach us.
As Apple turns her car around and speeds up to make their escape, Pippi rides up alongside. Nova doesn’t see it coming as Pippi reaches out her hand and grabs her by the ankle. I squeeze Pippi’s arm, trying to stop her, but Nova is already tumbling off of the back of Apple’s car into the dirt.
I look back and see Nova hit her head on the road. She doesn’t move. Beyond her, the mutant trucks race toward us, firing machine guns and hollering with multi-fists waving in the air.
“That’s what the bitch gets for fucking with me,” Pippi says.
“What the hell!” I scream.
I look around at the other warriors. None of them saw what happened, not even Apple. They are just going to leave Nova for the mutants.
I don’t know what to do about it myself. I just look back at her body in the road. My mouth droops open. A pain wells up in the back of my throat. My eyes water. I don’t know what to do but cry into Pippi’s furry back.
As the mutant trucks get closer, Pippi breaks off from the group. She turns into the woods, riding up a hill, away from the conflict.
Looking at the back of Pippi’s head, I can just imagine the smug little smile she has on her face right now. I can’t believe what has just happened.
Nova...
“You’ll never see her again,” Pippi says, as if she can read my mind.
“You evil little bitch...” I say, my voice cracking.
“She had it coming,” she says. “Now you can pay all of your attention to me and forget about her.”
As we ride up the hill, I realize that I can’t just do nothing. I can’t let Pippi get away with this. The next thing I know, I’m biting Pippi’s furry ear. She shrieks.
I drop my legs down until they hit the ground and then I go flying off of the back of the bike. Because my arms are still tied around Pippi’s chest, she falls off with me. We tumble down the hill together, rolling over one another. She hits her head on a tree and yelps at the pain, growling and hissing as we fall.
When we stop, I pull myself up so that her arms will slip out of my tied limbs. She struggles to keep me attached to her, but I wiggle her arms out. Then I turn and run out of the forest toward the road, my four arms still bound together.
Pippi shouts at me, chases after me, but she doesn’t follow me out into the road. I turn and see her get back on her bike and retreat into the woods.
Nova is surrounded by mutants on the side of the road. Although most of the mutants went after the retreating Warriors, some of them stayed behind to deal with their new prisoners. Next to Nova, Talon is in hand and ankle cuffs. Venus is there as well, but she is convulsing on the ground, coughing up blood. Her green fur has been stained red.
When I approach the men, they raise their weapons to me. I freeze and show them my bound hands.
“Don’t shoot,” I say. I feign relief for having found these men. “I escaped from the wolf women. I was their prisoner.”
They take me closer.
A bald mutant with a claw-shaped scar across his face takes me into the group at gunpoint. He brings me to a young teenaged mutant with three legs, “Is this one of the men who shot at you?”
The boy looks at me. “I don’t know.”
“Last night,” the bald mutant says to me, “a bunch of our brothers were killed by men in the Bitch camp. The assholes were fighting on the side of the fucking bitches. Are you one of them?”
“No,” I say. “I was their prisoner.”
One of the mutants steps out of the crowd.
“Dan?” he says.
I recognize that voice. As the man comes forward, I realize that it is my old friend, Robby. My old poker buddy who disappeared a few months back. Judging by the feet growing out of his crotch and the hands growing out of his chest, he must not have moved to the other side of town as I expected. He must have been discovered by the Fry Guys and banished from the city.
“Robby?” I say.
He shakes my hand within the bondage.
“You know him?” asks the bald mutant.
Robby says, “Yeah, I’ve known him for years. He’s a good guy.”
“He might have joined forces with the enemy.”
Robby waves his hand in the air. “Are you kidding? His brother is one of the highest ranking Fry Guys in McDonaldland. He’s loyal. There’s no way he’d team up with the Bitches.”
“If you vouch for him,” the bald mutant says, as he cuts my bonds with a mud-caked machete, “then he’s your responsibility.”
Robby is a short, chunky man with naturally dark skin and a scraggly beard. He used to work at the fish hatchery, where they would raise the meat required for the Filet-O-Fish. We met because we lived in the same crappy side of town and were both pretty happy people despite having such crappy jobs.
“How are you doing, man?” he asks, a machine gun dangling over his shoulder.
“Things could be better,” I say, looking over at Nova, who has been staring at me. She seems to be in okay shape after having fallen from a moving vehicle, but I have no idea how long they’re going to keep her alive. I’m prepared to kill each and every one of these mutants, including Robby, to prevent her from being killed.
“So you were a prisoner of those Bitches?” he asks me. “Did they force you to have sex with them?” Then he points at the bald mutant. “Captain Kongun over there says that the Bitches force their male prisoners to have sex with them so that they can grow into those big wolves.”
I look away from Nova to shake my head at him. “Nope. Nothing like that.”
He pats me on the shoulder.
“Well, you’re safe now, bud. The Bitches aren’t going to last much longer. Captain Kongun says we’ll defeat them by month’s end.”
I nod my head and pretend to be excited about that.
A group of Fry Guys come toward us from the van down the road. They are led by a fat, dark-skinned, white-haired man wearing a blue uniform with red arm bands. I recognize him. He is Duncan Charles, the Chief of the Fry Guys. November’s father.
He recognizes his daughter instantly. When Nova sees him, her yellow eyes widen and her lips tremble. It has been almost ten years since the last time they saw each other. Her father acts as if it is not a strange reunion.
“November,” he says, nodding his head at her.
Then he turns to Captain Kongun. “Will your men be able to finish them off?”
“We didn’t expect them to retreat,” the bald mutant says.
Captain Kongun has six chainsaws strapped to his back. He has two extra limbs growing out of his chest and two more growing out of his back. Unlike most mutants, his uniform has been custom tailored with sleeves for each of his six limbs.
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p; When Kongun speaks, he talks with all six limbs. “You should have waited until we were closer.”
“Your soldiers failed last night,” the Chief says. “I don’t see how they will succeed today.”
“I’ve never known them to retreat from a fight,” the Captain says. “At least we know they are weaker than ever before.”
Chief spits at the mutant’s shoes. “Let’s just get off the road before we attract some Giant Bitches.”
The bald mutant orders his men to pull out. As the soldiers lift the wolf women to take them back to their trucks, the Chief points at Nova.
“Be as humane as you can with that one,” he says.
“Why?” asks the Captain.
The Chief rolls his tongue in his mouth at him.
“She’s my daughter,” he says.
Apart from what little Nova told me about her father, I didn’t know very much about him. Most of the time I would just see he and Nova get into arguments. He would be yelling at her as she left the house, or he’d run into her in public and tell her to stop messing around and go home to do her homework.
There was only one confrontation I had with him that has stuck in my memory. It was during November’s sixteenth birthday. She was born in the month of November, which is how she got her name. Every birthday, the Chief always stated that it was not his idea to give her that stupid name.
We gave her presents and she blew out the candle on her hot apple pie. We clapped. Most of the people there were not friends of Nova’s or mine. They were friends of her father’s and the children of the friends of her father’s. These were the people he wanted Nova to be associating with, rather than me.
That day, after the Chief introduced Nova to a nice young man who was the son of a Fry Guy Lieutenant and backed them into the kitchen together, he took me by the arm and led me outside. At first, I figured he was only doing this so that he could give his daughter some privacy, but then I realized he also had something to say to me.
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