Warrior Wolf Women of the Wasteland

by Carlton Mellick III

  A knocking sound comes from the door. Somebody is trying to get in.

  “Shit,” the mohawked mutant says. “We’re fucked.”

  Talon comes up behind the mohawked man and takes her axe out of his hand. Then she rips the axe out of the dead man’s back, taking half of his spine out with it. Although she is naked, she has patches of fur covering her breasts and ass like a bikini of hair. It is like she doesn’t even need to wear clothes.

  Robby runs to the other side of the room and opens a garage-sized door that leads into a large corridor designed to transfer wolves once they have become too big for the cells.

  “This way,” Robby says.

  Nova and Talon release all of the wolf women, even the ones who have already turned. When Robby sees the van-sized wolf stepping into the room with them, he dives through the exit. The mohawked mutant and I get the hell out of there as well.

  Once outside the cellblock, the wolves run past us and spread out into the facility. The screams of mutant men soon echo through the corridors.

  “You have to convince them now,” Robby says to me, as he closes the garage door behind us. “We don’t have much time.”

  I turn to Nova and Talon who are dressing themselves while holding their weapons between their knees.

  “These guys are helping you escape for a reason,” I tell them. “They need your help defending McDonaldland from the mutants.”

  “No way,” Talon says.

  “But they’re saving your lives,” I say. “Do you know what they would have done to you if you stayed their prisoner?”

  “It’s not up to me,” she says. “It’s up to Grandma, but I can guarantee you she will not sacrifice a single sister’s life to save McDonaldland. I have no intention of convincing her otherwise.”

  Then I look at Nova. She shakes her head at me.

  “If we could destroy McDonaldland ourselves, we would,” Nova says.

  Then the group of women take off without us.

  “You have to go after them and convince them to fight the mutants,” Robby says. “I don’t care how you do it. Just make it happen. We can’t let the Mayor take over McDonaldland.”

  “What about you?” I ask. “You said you’d be to blame if I go missing.”

  “Don’t worry about it,” he says. “I have a plan. Come on.”

  We run in the direction of the wolf girls. Before we get to the end of the corridor, Robby says, “I’m going to go to the meat processing plant and release more wolves. The bigger ones that have yet to be turned into nu-wolves. If I release them the entire facility will be in chaos. You’ll be able to escape. And if Captain Kongun wonders what happened to you I’ll tell him you were eaten by one of the large wolves.”

  “Think he’ll buy it?” I ask.

  “It’s worth a try,” he says.

  When the giant wolves are freed, the facility becomes a war zone. Machinegun fire and the howling of wolves can be heard throughout the complex. I catch up to Talon and the other wolf girls outside the facility in a back parking lot. They have encountered a small group of mutant guards and are battling between the automobiles in the lot.

  Three of the mutants are already dead on the ground. They were the ones with the guns. The four remaining Outlanders fight the wolf women with swords and axes.

  Talon tosses one of her axes through the air like a boomerang and it decapitates one of the mutants. Then she goes after a mutant with four arms, two of them holding hammers. As she swings her axe at him, the mutant tries to block with one of his hammers. The axe chops off the head of the hammer, but he was able to stop it from colliding with his face. Before Talon can strike again, the mutant grabs her axe with his free hands, just below the blade, and swings his other hammer at her face. It hits her square in the forehead.

  Nova takes on the other two mutants with her sickle-shaped sword. Both of them have swords twice the size of hers. She blocks one of them and then strikes at the other, but can’t get past their fencing skills. With the hook of her sword, she catches one of their blades as they block and lowers it down to his legs, piercing his thigh with his own sword. Then she grabs him by the neck and rips out his throat.

  Talon wasn’t fazed by the hammer hit to her forehead. She just shakes it off. He hits her in the face again and she just shakes it off again. Then growls at him. She tries pulling on her axe, but the mutant curls all four of his arms around it. She rips on the axe, gutting most of it away from him, but he still has a firm grip on the bottom of the handle. After failing to pull it away from him, she decides to push on it. With all of her strength, she shoves it back toward him, smashing the handle of the axe all the way through his chest. When he’s dead, she pulls her axes out of the corpses and kills two more unarmed mutants who she finds hiding behind a truck.

  As the final mutant comes at Nova, she kicks him in the stomach and as he’s tumbling back she jumps at him like a cat. She severs his sword arm and then catches him by the collar before he hits the ground. As he screams, blood draining out of his severed limb, she just stares at him with cold animal eyes. Then she slams his face into her tits, right into the spikes on her metal bikini. The nails go through his skull and kill him instantly.

  Nova and Talon go to the other wolf girls. They have picked out a couple of trucks and are loading up the younger girls and the wounded. I go after them.

  “I’m coming,” I tell Nova.

  She doesn’t look at me, loading injured women into the truck, as she says, “Are you sure you want to go back to be Pippi’s Meat?”

  I wasn’t about to debate it. I jump into the back of the truck and we head out. We drive through a crowd of soldiers firing at a giant wolf and crash through an armored Fry Guy car. The front gate is open as panicked mutants attempt to escape their own fortress, so we drive our trucks straight through the gate and straight through the fleeing mutants.

  When I look back, I see Chief Duncan Charles staring at us as we drive away, just standing there in his fuzzy blue suit as if there wasn’t anything unusual going on behind him. Then I notice Nova is staring back at her father as well. She is grinding her teeth and clenching her fists. If they were standing face to face right now I bet she would rip his head off without second thought.

  The new wolf girls are cold and scared. Many of them have been getting raped and abused for days. Nova and Talon don’t know any of them. None of them were members of the Warriors before they were captured. Most likely, they were delivered to the Outlanders by the Chief of the Fry Guys. There are only six of them. Perhaps a dozen more never got out of the facility, because they were too wild or confused.

  Talon tries to calm them down. She tells them about her sisters, the Warriors of the Wild, and how they will be welcomed with open arms. None of them seem very enthusiastic about it. They all seem to want to go back home to McDonaldland to see their families.

  It’s past dusk and we’ve decided to set up camp in the woods. It’s going to take time to track down the rest of the Warriors. They are constantly on the move to make it difficult for their enemies to find them, but it also makes it difficult for their friends to find them. Talon believes she’ll be able to track them down in a day or two. Until then, we’re on our own.

  Nova hasn’t so much as looked at me since we left the facility. She’s distant, troubled. I would have thought she would want to speak with me. We haven’t really been able to spend much time with each other, since I was Pippi’s property. Perhaps she doesn’t really want anything to do with me anymore. Perhaps I remind her too much of the person she used to be, the person she thought she’d forgotten.

  Talon sees me sitting alone in the dirt away from the fire, so she comes over and sits down next to me.

  “I want to thank you for helping us back there,” she says.

  I turn to see Talon’s hairless dog-shaped face pointed at me. The braids of her hair stuck within her furry cleavage look like a package of french fries.

  “I had to,” I say. “You don’t ev
en know what they would have done to you had I left you there.”

  “Rape us? Use us for meat?” She speaks as if these things are no big deal.

  “Yeah,” I say. “You knew?”

  “No, but I’m not surprised.”

  “The idea doesn’t bother you that you’d have been raped and then used for meat?”

  She shrugs. “We do the same thing with the men we capture, but when we use men for food we eat them alive.”

  I don’t know. The women may be crueler in this regard, but for some reason the Outlanders’ way seems more disturbing to me than the Warriors’ way. I think it might have to do with the thought of Nova becoming McDonaldland food.

  “Why are the Warriors and the Outlanders like this?” I ask. “Both groups are outcasts of McDonaldland. I don’t see why you’re not united in one community.”

  “We used to be,” she tells me. “Years ago, before even Grandma was with the Warriors, there was only one group of outcasts. They were mostly made up of women who had been cast out of the walled city. Mutant men were a minority, but they lived together, married, raised families. They lived free and peacefully. But, eventually, the men wanted to limit the amount of sex the women were allowed to have. The men didn’t want their wives turning into wolves and leaving them, but the women didn’t want to be bound by laws. They wanted to have the freedom to make love at their own discretion. Many of them women embraced the idea of transforming into wild creatures without boundaries. It wasn’t long before they separated into two camps. Some women stayed with the men, and some men stayed with the women. But, over time, the two camps evolved into the tribes they are today.”

  “So they separated because the men were too controlling?”

  “It is the nature of the male species to be controlling. The only way the women could be truly free was to start their own clan with their own rules.”

  “They couldn’t compromise?” I ask.

  “There’s no compromise,” she says.

  I stare across the fire at Nova. All I want is to be with her. I don’t care if it seems impossible. I have to figure out a way to make it work.

  “You don’t think it could’ve worked out?” I say.

  “I wish more than anything that it could.”

  Talon tells me about when she used to live in McDonaldland.

  “I had two gorgeous sons, a beautiful plump husband, and a nice home on the north side, overlooking the lake,” she says.

  She talks about how they used to have sex illegally, after they had their kids. They would kiss and touch each other for hours, teasing each other, just foreplay. When they had sex, they would only do it in quick bursts. Sometimes Talon would have an orgasm, but usually only he would. When they did it this way, she wouldn’t transform so much.

  Most of the time she stayed at home. She didn’t socialize with any friends and when she went out she was always covered. Nobody could tell that she was changing, because nobody ever saw her.

  “It’s actually quite common,” Talon says. “People break the sex laws and get away with it all the time, as long as they have already had kids legally.”

  They got away with illegal sex for years. The more she changed the more she wanted to have sex. Sometimes she was embarrassed that her husband wouldn’t find her attractive the more wolf-like she became, but he assured her that she was beautiful no matter what she looked like.

  But then she became pregnant with a third child. This was not something that she could hide. They thought about trying to find a way to abort the baby, but Talon couldn’t get herself to do it. They made love almost every day until her stomach was large enough to show in public. By that time, her wolf features were so prominent that they could hardly be hidden by her clothing.

  After saying a long goodbye to her husband and sons, she turned herself in and accepted her punishment. They said they would see each other again one day, but neither of them meant it.

  She thought raising his child in the wasteland would be the next best thing to being with him, but the child was stillborn. She was denied even that.

  “At the time,” she says, “I wished I could have taken my family with me into the wasteland. It rarely ever happens, because most people in the walled city believe that being outcast is a death sentence. Who wouldn’t rather be separated from their family than put their family in danger? I know now that it never would have worked, but I wish things would have been different. I wish everything would have been different.”

  I realize that this is why she cried the other day, when she asked me if Nova was my girlfriend when we lived in the walled city. She knew what it was like to be separated from her love. She must have imagined what it would have been like to meet her husband again in the wasteland. Even if he had become the property of another wolf woman, she surely would have liked to see him again.

  Nova is on the other side of the camp, gazing into the woods. I can’t take my eyes off her, nor can I find the courage to go talk to her.

  “Give her time,” Talon says.

  Talon watches me as I stare at November. Her glare is one of a concerned friend, yet also one of a ravenous animal.

  “She seems so distant,” I say.

  “Nova’s always been like that,” Talon says. “Ever since we found her. She’s quiet and keeps to herself.”

  “She never used to be like that,” I say.

  “I think she became that way because of him.”

  “Who?”

  “Her father.”

  “The Chief?”

  “Yes,” Talon says. “He’s the reason she was sent into the wasteland.”

  “I know. I can’t believe that asshole outcast his own daughter. He had the power to make an exception with his daughter, but instead he decided to make an example.”

  “That’s not what I mean,” she says.

  I look at her, not sure what she’s getting at.

  “He molested her,” she says. “Nova was sent into the wasteland because she was raped by her own dad.”

  I’m too shocked to say anything.

  Talon says, “He claimed it was an unknown assailant, and had her removed from the city before she could say otherwise.”

  I look at Nova. She sits there, yellow eyes in another world, tracing the scabbed over claw wounds on her belly with her index finger. It wasn’t the wolf in her that made her colder. It was her past.

  Talon looks at her as well. “It was probably pretty upsetting to see him again. She hasn’t seen him since it happened, nearly ten years ago.”

  “It doesn’t make sense,” I say, my voice croaks a little. Tears well up in my eyes when I think of what Nova must have gone through, and how I wasn’t able to be there for her. “How could he do that to his own daughter?”

  I want to go over to Nova to say how sorry I am, but I realize that she probably doesn’t want to talk to me about it. My head spins with frustration. I sit next to Talon for a while and just poke the dirt with my fingers as hard as I can.

  Nova gets up and walks into the woods.

  “You should go after her,” Talon says.

  “I wouldn’t know what to say to her.”

  “Then don’t say anything.”

  I follow Nova into the woods. She hears my footsteps behind her, but doesn’t turn around. When she stops, I put my arms around her and place my chin on her furry neck.

  She doesn’t speak, but she puts her long fingers around one of my arms. I want to talk to her about her father, figure out some way to make her feel better about it, but I dare not open my mouth.

  We take deep breaths together, feeling each others’ lungs expand in rhythm. She turns and looks at me with her big wolf eyes. Then she kisses me. I recoil as her spiked metal bra stabs into my chest. She takes it off, exposing her tan sliced-up breasts, and wraps her arms around me.

  Communicating with our breaths as we feel each other, I tell her how much I’ve missed her and she tells me how she’s longed for me ever since we were young. She pulls
off my shirt and we kiss each other’s bodies. When I lick her wounds, she sighs as if she finds it pleasurable, so I lick all of them one at a time. I press my tongue on her thigh, then slide it up across her belly and breasts in the way that Pippi did after the Trial by Claw.

  Concerned that it is the wrong time and place, I resist her when she tries to make love with me. She scowls as if angry for being denied, but I give her a face that expresses my concern that it isn’t really what she wants. Frustrated with me, she pulls off my pants and puts me inside of her mouth. She sucks me all the way to the back of her throat, as if she’s doing it out of spite.

  As she sucks on me in the forest, I look around at the shadows beyond the trees. There seems to be movement coming from the darkness. I think I see giant black legs stalking toward us. It’s probably just my imagination, but I still decide to keep my eyes focused on the woods.

  Nova’s teeth are too long and sharp for this to be enjoyable. They scrape across the shaft of my penis, causing me to cringe at the pain every time she goes down.

  When I’m about to come, she stops and lays me on the ground. Rocks and twigs dig into my back as she straddles me. She lifts her tail and then jostles my dick into her. Then she spins me around, squashing my face into the dirt, so that we are end to end. She bounces our asses together, my penis twisted awkwardly inside of her, fucking in the way wolves do. It only takes a minute before I release inside of her.

  When I go limp, she pulls me out and lies on top of me. She hugs me with all of her strength and kisses my chest so hard it feels like she’s punched me. Then she lays her head on my shoulder, staring forward with a blank expression. I wrap an arm around her. She closes her eyes and grinds her teeth. Her body doesn’t transform, not even a little bit.

  After lying in the dirt becomes itchy and too uncomfortable to bear, we put our clothes back on and walk back to the camp.