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  1. Cold & Native
  2. by Encased
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  5. | CHAPTER 1 |
  8. Ryan Heckler was in the middle of one of the coldest winters he had ever been in in
  9. Alaska and he had bought all the groceries he could get. It was supposed to get
  10. colder still and the after market thermometer in his car told him it was already
  11. way below the usual temperatures in these regions.  
  13. Soon, he would have to park the car and drain the water in the cooling system.
  15. Anti-freeze only goes so far before it gets simply far too cold.
  17. The Defender crawled through the heavy snow falling in thick tangles despite the
  18. icy temperatures. There was just so much of it that there wasn't enough room for
  19. the snow to fall in single flakes. The monotone chugging of the turbocharged diesel
  20. was definitely a calming note in this unfortunate situation. The engine always gave
  21. off this burly note that seemed to say "whatever" with a shrug. But even though
  22. Ryan had boarded up the front grille the engine wouldn't really get warm, although
  23. if he were to push the car a little faster that issue would probably solve itself.
  25. The problem was he could barely make out where he was going in the apocalyptic
  26. levels of snow falling at his current speed, much less at anything faster than
  27. idling in second gear.
  29. Staring out the front window, the heater turned up to a moderate degree to keep the
  30. various lubes and greases used inside of the cabin from congealing too far but far
  31. enough down to keep from robbing the engine of the heat it needed to run without
  32. destroying itself, Ryan hummed along the tune that was playing on the stereo.
  34. Ryan had replaced enough turbochargers on the diesel already. He didn't want to
  35. ruin another one by running it too cold at high power. The folks in town kept
  36. telling him he should finally ditch the unreliable Brit, as they christened it, but
  37. it had something that a pick up truck didn't have: Ryan could heat his boot.
  39. To him, this was far more valuable. Add in the fuel economy of a 2.5 litre diesel
  40. against some 4 litre v8 monster and the Defender was definitely a worthy contender.
  41. Yes, fuel up here was cheap, but fuel also weighed down a car. He could travel
  42. further with less weight on a tank. That was definitely worth something.
  44. The defender kept chugging along and Ryan kept his eyes on the road, mittens around
  45. the steering wheel and a bandana on his face to keep his breath from condensing and
  46. freezing on the unheated instrument cluster panel. The constant strain of carefully
  47. managing the heavy truck and keeping it on the road had slowed his reaction time
  48. and attention to detail so much that he almost ran over the large bump in the snow.
  49. What did not escape his notice was the red spill in the pristine white surface.
  51. Ripped out of his stupor by what appeared to be blood, Ryan stomped on the break
  52. and the clutch and the Defender stopped almost immediately. The e-brake ratcheted
  53. in to place and the door swung open to allow a stupid amount of snow in with
  54. nothing Ryan could do against it but quickly jump out and shut it again. The
  55. yellowy car lights illuminated the bump very well now as they were only four feet
  56. from the spill. Ryan's boots sunk deep in to the snow as he stepped around the back
  57. of the car, lifted a completely snow coated shovel from a rack and made his way to
  58. the front.
  60. The shovel made the fight against the falling snow easy. He quickly unearthed what
  61. lay below and was somewhat surprised to find short, sand-coloured fur. Nothing up
  62. here had that kind of colour. What the hell? The blood was seeping from a wound
  63. that he laid bare next, then he began to uncover the whole thing. Most of it was
  64. wrapped in some kind of cloth, like a mummy, some of it was covered in leather. Was
  65. that the sand-coloured fur? Who would dress up some large animal like this? Or was
  66. this some gigantic man? The dude had to be at least 7 feet, if the bump was to be
  67. the full size.
  69. Ryan uncovered the rest, then shoved the snow off with his hands where he felt the
  70. shovel might be too close for comfort. He worked his way down the right side until
  71. he found the end of the thing. Everything was wrapped in leather, some kind of
  72. pelts held by the thing with strings. Where the fur on the pelts edges reached the
  73. surface, they were soaked and frozen.
  75. There, he paused for a second and looked back up in disbelief. This thing was huge.
  76. But what he knew was that it must be some kind of animal. The two legs he found
  77. were partially folded and while the shape seemed humanoid, the fur he had found
  78. earlier told a different story.
  80. He went back up and uncovered the more of the front when something caught his eye.
  81. He looked over the thing again, completely still, waiting for whatever had made him
  82. stop to register consciously.
  84. What had it been?
  86. Maybe it had been something else, something must've ripped that wound. He quickly
  87. looked around, but saw nothing. Not that he would see anything anyway in the almost
  88. pitch dark snowy hell he was in.
  90. There.
  92. Again.
  94. This time he caught it. The damn thing was breathing! It was a flat, almost
  95. unnoticeable move in the furs, more of a slight shift against the strings than a
  96. lift and dive. He pulled one of the mittens and the underlying skin tight glove off
  97. and felt the cold and snow bite in to the skin almost immediately, just before he
  98. stuck his hands between the furs. It was less cold, but still not even remotely
  99. comfortable. He dug further until he felt a fur that seemed impossible to shift. It
  100. felt attached, like an actual skin to the thing. The hard thing beneath felt like a
  101. bone.
  103. Another breath.
  105. "Holy cow!"
  107. Ryan's mind was racing. What the hell was he supposed to do? Could he get it out of
  108. here? He wasn't weak, ever since he made it up here he had been chopping wood like
  109. a madman, at least compared to the amount of wood his parents had used to keep
  110. around back in Europe. That had quickly built up a decent amount of muscle.
  112. Alaska was no place for fat people, simply because the entire state seemed hell
  113. bent on burning it. Manual labour in subzero temperatures never failed to get
  114. anyone to lose weight and chopping wood the old fashioned way with an axe was
  115. definitely not hurting someone's upper arms either.
  117. Still, he wondered how the hell he would get something this big in to his car. It
  118. probably weighed loads.
  120. Ryan pulled his hand back out, then stuffed it back in to his glove and mittens as
  121. fast as he could. God damn, he was already losing some of the feeling in his
  122. fingers. This shitty fucking weather.
  124. For a second, he considered ending the thing's suffering, but then his curiosity
  125. and imagination that allowed him to live up here, writing novels, got the better of
  126. him. He just couldn't leave it, whatever it was.
  128. The shovel quickly laid open the rest of the thing. It had some weird features up
  129. top, such as some very heavy muscles on it's chest. There was, even through the
  130. layers of furs, noticeable bulge there. They were not connected to the front legs,
  131. which were only a fraction as thick as the hind legs. And while those ended in
  132. stumps, these ended in something flat.
  134. No time for further exploring. The thing had a slightly shorter head than, say, a
  135. cow would have had and had this completely wrapped in fur as well. There was a slit
  136. for the eyes but some of the bandages had fallen down and covered everything.
  138. Ryan pulled it towards him and felt it roll over. The weight would be manageable if
  139. he were to drag it, he figured and walked around, then bent over and tried to lift
  140. it under it's, for lack of a better word, armpits.
  142. And the bloody thing was heavy.
  144. The head lolled back and almost hit him in the groin, but Ryan took a step back and
  145. then started to pull it through the snow that now piled up almost half a mete- one
  146. and a halt feet. Foot? He'd never get used to this.
  148. Arriving at the back, he opened the back door of the Land Rover and tried heaving
  149. in as much of the thing as he could, but the cold weather was zapping him of his
  150. strength.
  152. Ryan carefully put the creature back down, then instead climbed in himself and did
  153. some other necessary things like folding over the rear seats and rearranging his
  154. shopping to make room for the big package he would lift in as soon as he could.
  156. He did a few push ups to get the blood flowing again and some heat in to his
  157. muscles while using the ones he wouldn't need for this task, then felt ready for
  158. another try.
  160. With all his might, he couldn't get it up.
  162. For a second, Ryan felt defeated. Then he jumped back outside and looked around.
  163. There had to be a solution to this.
  165. And there was. In order to make getting items on to the roof rack easier, the
  166. manufacturer had fitted a wide roll that things could roll over at the edge of the
  167. roof. All he needed was a rope and there was the weird thingy...creature...whatever
  168. lift mark one. The rope went around the front of the thing and was knotted tight in
  169. the back, then Ryan pulled. This time, it felt a lot easier. He still needed a lot
  170. of power, but the thing came up rather quickly and he managed to push the upper
  171. half in. The rope went in behind it, pulled all the way through the roll so as not
  172. to be forced to untie it. Then Ryan jumped in and pulled the legs in, tucked them
  173. against one of the side windows and climbed back out after he was satisfied that he
  174. could shut the door without anything stopping him. With a brief motion, he swept
  175. out as much of the considerable amount of snow that had accumulated during the time
  176. the door had been open out and shut this one, then picked up the shovel, put it
  177. back where it belonged and climbed back in to the driver's seat.
  179. The car was still idling, he just pressed the clutch, pushed down the handbrake and
  180. shoved in first gear, then shifted as soon as he could.
  182. It took another twenty minutes to his house, during which the occasional, irregular
  183. breathing kept him on his toes and his eyes darted to the centre mirror every few
  184. seconds.
  186. Ryan pulled in to the spot right next to the front door, killed the engine, jumped
  187. out and opened the back of the Defender and reinstalled the thingy lift mark one,
  188. then pushed the package as far as he dared to. The legs were hanging out again.
  189. Then he lifted the front with the rope again and slowly lowered it down to the
  190. ground. He pulled the rope out of the roll on top of the car, then used it and a
  191. guiding hand to drag it to the front door.
  193. Finding keys and using them with mittens on is almost impossible.
  195. Taking of the mittens in the bitter cold was incredibly annoying, but there was no
  196. alternative. With the door opened, Ryan almost fell in to the second front door,
  197. the one he had installed to keep the cold air out. This one, luckily, had just a
  198. simple hook mechanism. The first one was to stop unwanted guests.
  200. The doors each had a wooden doorstep that protruded out of the ground quite a lot,
  201. so Ryan let go of the rope and took hold of the armpits again then dragged the
  202. package up the single step up front and through both doors. He quickly shut them
  203. behind him and revelled in the warm air that enveloped him in the dark for a
  204. second. The light switch made it's quiet 'click' as he reached for it and a warm,
  205. golden glow lit up his living room.
  207. Instead of getting off his jackets and boots and hanging them on the coat hanger as
  208. usual, he threw the jackets over his couch and dragged the package to the
  209. fireplace. Three logs were already waiting and he splashed them with alcohol, then
  210. set fire to the ensemble and watched the fire race along the splashes of alcohol
  211. for a moment to make sure that it worked.
  213. Then, he went about looking at the wound.
  215. Most of the area was either crusted with blood or had thick congealing blood on it.
  216. Blood thickens considerable at lower temperatures which must have happened here.
  217. But the ceiling light he had switched on was too dark to see anything else so Ryan
  218. stood up and moved one of the reading lights closer and directed it on the wound
  219. then switched it on. The wound would also need to be cleaned so he went in to the
  220. kitchen, filled a bucket with warm water, threw a piece of cloth in there as well
  221. and hurried back in order to see the thing take another short breath.
  223. "Shit."
  225. Right. Breathing.
  227. Ryan put the bucket down and went about uncovering the head. He pulled his knife
  228. out of his belt and started cutting the strings apart up front, the thin bands of
  229. cloth and furs whenever they had frozen together and quickly reached something as
  230. cold as ice, wet and rubbery. It looked black. Then he began to tear off everything
  231. around it and sat back a little dumbfounded. A square-ish snout stared back at him,
  232. sand coloured fur with a pair of black nostrils that were dripping some kind of
  233. snot. At the bottom was a pair of grey lips, which looked rather unhealthy. Below
  234. the lips, the fur turned into a very light grey, almost white.
  236. Slowly, he lifted more an more of the cloth, fur and leather off and followed the
  237. snout upwards. It eventually turned upwards toward the eyes, which were closed.
  238. They were separated by a rather wide bridge in between and pointed mostly forward.
  239. Above that, he found a lot of long bright blond hair that was currently somewhat
  240. frozen. To both sides of the head was a rounded ear, now folded against it and
  241. giving the whole head a weird, horse-ish look.
  243. Ryan touched the head, felt the bones beneath and dragged one of the eyelids up
  244. until he could see the bright green iris in the middle of a white eyeball.
  246. It had to be real. Nobody could fake something like this that good.
  248. Another breath, followed quickly by a ragged one.
  250. He focused again and started to open up the rest, at least the top layer. The furs
  251. that were soaked and cold had to come off, they couldn't stay on it. Hypothermia
  252. was a bitch.
  254. Next, he cut the stuff along the neck and almost nicked the blond braid there, then
  255. continued on down the chest and came to the weird chest muscles he had noticed. But
  256. when he pushed his knife between the strings there, he noticed that it wasn't a
  257. muscle at all. It softly gave way and it suddenly hit him like a sledgehammer:
  259. This was no it. This was a she!
  261. And judging by what she carried around on her chest, one hell of a she. He quickly
  262. looked down her figure and found more signs. The thick legs, the wide hips that
  263. even all this insulation couldn't hide. Oh. The wound.
  265. While the snout was definitely off putting, as was the size and weight of the...
  266. woman? Mare? Anyway, her rack definitely did spark something in his imagination.
  267. Each one of those things was larger than his head, or hers for that matter.
  269. Then he remembered the wound and realized that he would have to cut all the furs
  270. off - he needed to see in order to treat it correctly. So the knife went in to more
  271. and more cloth and string and he quickly peeled the layers off, sometimes nicking
  272. the pelts, sometimes managing to get them off in one piece. While the middle layer
  273. had been just moist, her fur and the lowest layer must have been completely wet at
  274. some point. There were ice blocks in her fur and the lowest pelt was almost
  275. completely frozen. It was so cold, in fact, that a piece of the pelt just broke
  276. off.
  278. Now, Ryan could see for the first time just what exactly he had dragged in from the
  279. cold.
  281. The mare, which he thought was the correct term since she did have somewhat weirdly
  282. jointed legs, a shorter thigh and most importantly hooves, had sand coloured fur on
  283. the back and flanks, but from her lower jaw all the way down in to her weird tube
  284. skirt, it was white with a hint of grey. The same white-grey also adorned her
  285. elbows and hands.
  287. Her massive mammaries were contained in some kind of support framework not unlike a
  288. bra, but somehow the description bra wouldn't quite fit on the weird mixture of
  289. wood, grass and other material easily found outside in warmer climates.
  291. Still, it was somewhat flexible, although not by much. It also seemed to have a
  292. considerable amount of hair woven in. Where this rather inflexible contraption was,
  293. the boobs probably wouldn't be able to jiggle at all - hence why he had mistaken it
  294. as muscle underneath all the wrappings. Below that, there was still quite some
  295. space until he found the navel surrounded by well articulated strings of muscle.
  296. The breasts really sat that high, the were starting just below the collarbone.
  298. Then came a small tube of straws and hair woven to a sort of micro skirt, which was
  299. stretched over very well pronounced hips, which were followed by some of the most
  300. powerful legs he had ever seen. They looked unlike the well defined muscles of body
  301. builders and more like the muscles that you build over years of work outside - or
  302. in this case, running, probably.
  304. Apart from that, the legs seemed normal enough - until he arrived at the foot, or
  305. the lack of one. Instead, just below the shin was another short and bone-y part of
  306. the leg, not longer than his hand which ended in a massive jet-black hoof that was
  307. surrounded by some once wild fur. Now it was just frozen toothpicks. They way
  308. everything was arranged suggested that she only walked on the hoof. On the left
  309. side of the left thigh, there was the wound.
  311. Months of isolation had made unsure about how to behave around women. He knew that
  312. the garments would ideally come off too, but he was worried about undressing a
  313. lonely womanly thing alone out here in nowhere. She might get the wrong idea.
  315. So he draped a heavy blanket from his couch over her instead and focused on the
  316. wound that sat on the upper half of her thigh, just below the skirt thing she wore.
  318. The blood had started to flow a little more freely after being slowly warmed up, so
  319. with cloth and water, he was able to remove most of the dirty blood around the
  320. wound. What he saw, now even more clearly, was that something had tried to bite
  321. her. Judging by the marks, he guessed it must have been some kind of wolf, but he
  322. was no expert on the subject.
  324. What he did remember was that most animals had lots and lots of nasty germs on
  325. their teeth. The disinfectant wasn't too far away, he really should pour some of it
  326. down those wounds. They looked pretty deep, even though they had apparently bit all
  327. the way through the furs.
  329. Ryan stood up once more and fetched his first aid box. This was one of the first
  330. things people told you to get out here, lots and lots of simple things to treat
  331. stupid mistakes.
  333. If you lived as far outside of town as he did, most of them even went so far as to
  334. get a hold of antibiotics. He had too, but not a lot since those were prohibitively
  335. expensive and had a sell-by date that wasn't too far in the future. So instead, he
  336. settled for the iodine based disinfectant. It stung like hell, he knew that, but
  337. sometimes you need pain to really drive a lesson home.
  339. Besides, somehow it did not feel like it was working if it did not sting.
  341. He drenched a patch of gauze in disinfectant, then reconsidered, hesitated for a
  342. moment and instead just poured it in to the wounds.
  344. The mare twitched.
  346. Ryan stopped immediately and watched her for any sign of waking up, but nothing
  347. else happened. After half a minute, he poured some of the disinfectant in to the
  348. last hole and waited for another twitch, but nothing came.
  350. This was not good.
  352. Deep down something told him that living things ought to respond to pain. She had
  353. only responded once.
  355. He doused a few more patches of gauze in disinfectant, laid them on her and decided
  356. that the little bit of modesty her clothes were giving her needed to go. This was
  357. cutting it too close for considerations like that.
  359. Before he attacked this though, he took the time to finish a properly sealed
  360. bandage.
  362. Ryan looked around for a way to open the bra-substitute, but failed to see anything
  363. and instead just cut it open at the sides and lifted it off over her head.
  365. He tried to not look at the awesome boobs on display, but couldn't help but
  366. stealing a quick glance at them.
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  369. | CHAPTER 2 |
  371. Mother of god.
  373. They were perfect.
  375. The fur was the white-greyish tone and the nipples were as black as the
  376. nostrils and as fat as his thumbs. The looked perfectly in scale though. The
  377. things really were bigger than his head.
  379. He shook his head to clear it, draped the old and now partially wet blanket a
  380. little closer to the fireplace and shifted her on to this one and off the
  381. pelts. Those he took and laid them out around her, wet sides up, so that as
  382. soon as she woke up, she would have something comfortable around.
  384. Then he set about opening the skirt, but again found nothing he could use to
  385. get it off. Instead, he cut it open with the medical shears in his kit. Below
  386. it was another piece of clothing, a simple string keeping up a thin net that in
  387. turn covered her privates. Through the net, which was woven and knitted with
  388. hair again, he could see that the fur ended just at the black lips there. He
  389. cut the string keeping the net on her body in two pieces and removed this too,
  390. then draped another heavy blanket on her.
  392. Finally, he wasn't sure how much blood she'd lost, he had to think about
  393. somehow getting water or some kind of liquid in to her body. Pouring it down
  394. her throat would cause her to drown, that much was for sure.
  396. The only thing Ryan could think about was carefully sponging her lips with
  397. water. The alternative was an IV, but he neither had the equipment or the
  398. knowledge how to actually get one to work and he was not going to learn how
  399. exactly they worked on a living specimen that was in a critical situation.
  401. The emergency call. Why on earth had he not done that yet? Would they even know
  402. what to do? Or would they laugh at him and tell him to call a veterinarian?
  403. Nevertheless, he had treated the things he could treat, but that obviously
  404. wasn't enough. Time to get a professional.
  406. Ryan pulled his smartphone out of the pocket of his snow-pants. He still hadn't
  407. gotten rid of those. No reception.
  409. Damn.
  411. Something must have killed the mobile tower.
  413. His landline was the same and his radio had broken just three days ago.
  415. He pushed past the serious discomfort of not being able to reach anyone
  416. anywhere, recognizing he could deal with this later.
  418. How do you get water in a body that can't drink?
  420. It took him a few seconds.
  422. Through... the skin!
  424. If he just submerged the body in water, that would probably get in through the
  425. skin! It also was probably a pretty quick way to heat the body up.
  427. That rung an alarm bell somewhere in the back of his head.
  429. His sister was a paramedic and she had once, when he had accompanied her on a
  430. shift as a bit of research, said something about warming up someone way too
  431. quickly...
  433. It had to do with core temperatures and heart.
  435. Then something else rung a bell. He had to drain the water cooling system of
  436. the Defender! Otherwise the ice in the radiator, piping and the engine block
  437. would mean he could trash the entire car.
  439. The mare had to wait for a second, but for good measure, he dragged her out of
  440. the living room and in to the still chilly hall. There, he re-donned his snow
  441. gear and headed back outside with a large plastic tray.
  443. The defender already had a decent amount of snow piled on bonnet and roof, but
  444. there was a chance that the engine block could still be warm enough to keep the
  445. anti-freeze laced water liquid. Ryan shoved the snow under the engine block
  446. aside and pushed the tray in to the newly freed space.
  448. Because this was not the first time he had to figure out how to drain the water
  449. containing systems of the car, he had manufactured his own quick release system
  450. which was an extended water line that had, at its lowest point and at the
  451. lowest point of the system, a valve with a secured lever. That lever was held
  452. in place by several plastic straps, which Ryan cut using a knife. Then he
  453. rotated the lever so that the valve opened, placed the plastic tray underneath
  454. it and crawled back out.
  456. Oil was not an issue, oil did not expand when solid.
  458. He opened the bonnet and the water filler cap to allow air to rush in to the
  459. system, leaving the water to drip out the bottom. Then he shut the bonnet to
  460. prevent snow from falling in to the opening.
  462. A look underneath the car told him that the water was close to freezing. It had
  463. the consistency of maple syrup and generally looked like it wouldn't be long
  464. before it would freeze entirely.
  466. Damn it was cold.
  468. While he watched the coolant ooze out of the car, he suddenly remembered why
  469. putting someone who had suffered heavy hypothermia in the presence of a huge
  470. heat source was a bad idea.
  472. Right. The veins would open up again and pump the cold blood back to the heart,
  473. which did not take too kindly to being deprived of it's favourite working
  474. temperature and would, if the blood was too cold, stop working.
  476. Crap.
  478. Ryan rushed back inside, left the jacket on and threw just his beanies and
  479. bandana on the couch, continued on in to the kitchen and took a glass out of
  480. the drawers. He knew he had a stethoscope somewhere, but he didn't really have
  481. the time to check on that.
  483. Then he ran back in to the hall, dropped to his knees beside the mare and
  484. placed the glass upside down on her chest, just between her boobs. It took a
  485. little bit of effort, but he managed to find a way to come in to as little
  486. contact with the boobs as possible. The fur had become wet, which could be a
  487. bad sign, maybe there already was some of the extremely cold blood on the way
  488. back to her heart.
  490. They breathed as one, him a deep breath of relieve, her something a little
  491. deeper than usual, as he heard her heart beat.
  493. Ka-thunk.
  495. Pause.
  497. Pause.
  499. Ka-thunk.
  501. Pause.
  503. Pause.
  505. Ka-thunk.
  507. Very, very slow and faint, but definitely regular.
  509. He smiled and listened some more, until she took another breath. There was
  510. still work to do. The bathroom downstairs was bigger, it made more sense to
  511. submerge her there.
  513. It wasn't much further, just through the hall and along the stairs to the
  514. attic, then in to the bathroom. He flicked on the light, passed the glass
  515. shower and stopped.
  517. There needed to be water at the right temperature in the tub for this.
  519. Back to the first aid kit then.
  521. Ryan returned with the thermometer, measured her skin temperature and tried to
  522. get the water just a few degrees above that.
  524. It took him roundabout five minutes, after which the mare's fur had completely
  525. defrosted. Now it was just really really wet, and Ryan was somewhat unsure
  526. whether he shouldn't instead take the core temperature. But then, he tried to
  527. carefully heat the blood outside of that to match the core, didn't he?
  529. Yeah.
  531. The skin or fur temperature had risen another degree, but he deemed the water
  532. temperature still good enough.
  534. Ryan finally plopped her in to the tub, legs first, then tried to lift the
  535. torso in and failed.
  537. The problem was, his tub was built in. So instead of having her face the room
  538. as he had intended, he had to rotate her one hundred and eighty degrees, with
  539. her hooves at the wall and her facing that way. Only there could he lift her
  540. upper body in to the tub.
  542. The arms were giving him a bit of a difficult time, but after he laid her down
  543. at the edge and folded them on above her belly button, she slid in the cool
  544. water.
  546. Her snout definitely helped keeping her nostrils above the water, while Ryan
  547. realized he had failed to rig something up so she wouldn't sink underneath the
  548. water level.
  550. Crap.
  552. How long would this take? How close did he have to keep the temperature to what
  553. level for her heart to avoid getting temperature shocked? Luckily, he only had
  554. to keep her nostrils above the water, but since she seemed hell bent on turning
  555. her head to either side and letting them fall below the water level, he had to
  556. keep one hand on her snout at all times. He looked around for some way to affix
  557. her, so he could concentrate on temperature and heartbeat, but everything
  558. seemed out of reach.
  560. "uhmm..."
  562. Ryan bit his lip, considering his options. He needed to keep her head raised
  563. and pointed to the ceiling. What could he use?
  565. ...
  567. The arms. He could fold the arms. And the braid. With braid and arms, beneath
  568. her head, she should keep up high enough for the few seconds he needed to raid
  569. his towel cabinet in order to build something more sophisticated.
  571. It was a little more difficult than he had anticipated, but it worked and left
  572. him free to fetch a mountain of towels, which he placed all around and beneath
  573. her head. Encased like that, she wouldn't be able to move her head by accident.
  575. Then began the waiting game.
  577. He raised the temperature about a degree or two every hour or so, it wasn't
  578. that easy to tell with his thermometer.
  580. After three hours, he felt safe enough to leave her unattended for long enough
  581. to get the groceries and other supplies out of the truck.
  583. After five hours, she was breathing shallow, but regularly with almost no
  584. skips.
  586. During the sixth hour, Ryan took a quick break and fixed himself some
  587. sandwiches.
  589. Finally, after almost ten hours, the mare groggily twitched, then slowly opened
  590. her eyes and blearily stared at the ceiling, before closing them again and
  591. taking a deep, full breath.
  593. Ryan couldn't believe it. It had actually worked! His jury rigged system had
  594. actually gotten someone back from the, pretty much, dead!
  596. It took him another two hours to get the water temperature to where he thought
  597. it should be. Her lips had also assumed a glistening black colour, which gave
  598. him the impression that there should be enough water in her. What else could he
  599. do? She should be waking up. She drew deep, regular breath, her skin colour
  600. wasn't remotely as pale as it had been and her heart beat was strong and
  601. regular.
  603. Huh.
  605. After having fallen asleep two times during the last two hours, he didn't know
  606. what else to do and instead let the water flow out of the tub, which drew a
  607. reaction from her. She started shivering. Good.
  609. He lifted her back on to the blanket he had dragged her in on and used his
  610. remaining towels to get the short fur as dry as he could, which was especially
  611. uncomfortable on the boobs - he felt like a perv because of his boner. He also
  612. noticed she had a typical horsetail which had previously escaped his notice. He
  613. blamed it on fatigue.
  615. So, without knowing what else to do, he dragged her carefully back in to the
  616. living room, arranged a few pillows so he could shift her on to them right in
  617. front of the fireplace and draped another blanket over her. Then he got rid of
  618. his jogging pants and made himself comfortable on the couch with his last dry
  619. blanket.
  621. A loud crash woke him up. Ryan sat bolt upright on the couch and saw the mare
  622. stare at him, his TV-cupboard knocked over behind her. Her eyes were wide open,
  623. then she looked down, saw that she was naked and took the tablecloth to hide
  624. her privates before she bolted towards the door with a loud CLOPCLOP..CLOP.
  626. The pain of putting weight on the injured leg threw her off balance and she
  627. crashed in to the door frame with her side, falling in to the hall with another
  628. loud crash.
  630. Ryan threw the blanket aside and jumped off the couch. There was noise coming
  631. from the hall, then he made it through the door and saw the mare shoving
  632. herself backwards against the inner front door. She had clutched the table
  633. cloth against her, shielding as much of her body from him as she could. Her
  634. almost neon green eyes, surrounded by blond strands, were still wide open, her
  635. ears going straight up, pointed at him, occasionally twitching.
  637. He raised his hands slowly, holding them palms towards her at a 45° degree
  638. angle. Her eyes jumped between his face and his hands.
  640. "Are you okay?"
  642. She continued staring at him, so he took a step towards her.
  644. She raised the intact leg and compressed it, pointing the underside of the hoof
  645. directly at him and yelled something with a lot of ee's in it.
  647. "Okay."
  649. Ryan froze where he stood, then very slowly and carefully took a step back. She
  650. watched him for a few seconds, then lowered the hoof, but kept the leg tucked
  651. in a way that allowed her to quickly bring it back up.
  653. He slowly lowered himself to the ground, then used one hand to stabilize
  654. himself while keeping the other palm open in her direction. Then he sat down.
  656. "You don't speak English, do you?"
  658. The mare kept her eyes on him and did nothing.
  660. "Apparently not."
  662. Slowly, he lowered his hands and brought them in to his lap, which caused her
  663. first to raise her head to keep them in her vision, then to say something
  664. again. The tone sounded only marginally friendly, and he lifted them again.
  666. He felt slightly exposed just sitting here in boxers and a t-shirt, but then
  667. again, she sat there with only a white tablecloth draped over her. That kind of
  668. evened things out, besides, it was night outside. Despite having lived up here
  669. for so long, sun or no sun still influenced his subjective day and night cycle
  670. heavily, even though he knew that there wouldn't be a sunrise for the next
  671. month.
  673. She relaxed slightly, ever so slightly, but kept her eyes on him, still
  674. obviously heavily stressed and nervous.
  676. Time to play nice. Talking always helped, even if the other side had no idea
  677. what you were saying. The tone had to be right. And so Ryan struck a calming,
  678. comparatively quiet note.
  680. "No need for violence. You are my guest. You'll be okay. Alright?"
  682. It seemed to work to a certain degree, although he wasn't quite sure. Her eyes,
  683. previously glued to everything he did, started to dart around the room,
  684. returning to him every few moments to make sure he stayed where he was, it
  685. seemed to him. Her breathing slowed a little after that and the panicky
  686. behaviour stopped, but her eyes remained glued to him and every move he made.
  688. After a few seconds of silence, he raised his right arm and pointed it at
  689. himself exaggeratedly.
  691. "Ryan."
  693. Maybe they could start off like this. Just an an introduction. He saw her
  694. puzzled for a moment, then she caught on.
  696. "Wye."
  698. "Wy-an.", he corrected her.
  700. "Wye-e." Her R sounded very, very weird, but it was recognizable as such.
  701. Coming to think of it, it reminded him of a German accent.
  703. "Ry-an. Ryan.", he corrected once more,speaking everything overly clearly.
  705. She tried again, very slowly too this time and managed to get to "Wyhen.", then
  706. waited for his reaction.
  708. Good enough, Ryan thought to himself. He nodded. She took a second to
  709. comprehend, waited for anything else which prompted him to point at her.
  711. She seemed to consider whether or not to answer. Her eyes seemed too
  712. intelligent for her not to understand what he wanted from her.
  714. "Hiiyeh", she offered.
  716. "Hiiyeh", he tried, to which she almost immediately answered.
  718. "Hii-yeh."
  720. The y was somehow weird. She did something to it that he couldn't quite make
  721. out.
  723. "Hiiyeh."
  725. Again she corrected him, but he couldn't quite make out what it was. It sounded
  726. like a mixture between a j and g somewhere in there.
  728. "Hiiyjeh."
  730. He could hear it himself, that was even worse than the previous tries and she
  731. apparently thought so too, because she immediately corrected him again.
  733. "Hii-yeh", she pronounced, every syllable very slowly and cleanly pronounced.
  735. "Hiiyeh", with just a little bit of j in the y. She contemplated this one,
  736. moved her muzzle up and down like someone who had no idea what a nod was, then
  737. waited for his reaction.
  739. He nodded back, which provoked a small smile out of her. Interesting. So she
  740. could smile. And smiling seemed to mean the same as it did for him? He offered
  741. a smile back, to which she nodded somewhat exaggerated again, but nowhere near
  742. as bad as the first try.
  744. Good. Very good. Then he pointed to the wound on her thigh and raised an
  745. eyebrow, then pointed his two fingers at his eyes, then those fingers at the
  746. thigh. Can I look at the wound?
  748. She recoiled and clutched the tablecloth tighter and said one word.
  750. "hih!"
  752. Apparently she thought he wanted her to undress herself. And hih probably meant
  753. no, although he could already tell he was going to butcher it if he tried to
  754. use it.
  756. He had to, anyhow.
  758. So he shook his head while trying to pronounce it exactly like she had.
  760. "hih", he tried. Then Ryan pointed at his eyes with two fingers again, then at
  761. his left thigh, then one finger at her and looked directly at the bandage that
  762. was half hidden underneath the tablecloth. He could see that there was blood
  763. underneath the bandage, but it apparently wasn't seeping through, stopped by
  764. the plastic foil he had used to make it leak proof.
  766. She in turn followed his eyes and looked down at her leg. Then she looked back
  767. up at him and their eyes met. Her eyes seemed to say no. Maybe she didn't trust
  768. him. Probably that, since he had taken the liberty of undressing her.
  770. She shook her head vigorously and said "hih."
  772. "Okay."
  774. He looked around, wondering what else to do now. He could offer her food and
  775. water. Maybe she'd then trust him enough to let him look at her injury.
  777. "Would you like some food?"
  779. Ryan followed the words with a hand that he held up to his mouth, then a
  780. chewing gesture. She lifted one eyebrow, just as he had before and laid one of
  781. her ears straight against her head.
  783. Obviously she didn't understand.
  785. "Water?"
  787. He tried again, this time making a gesture as if he were lifting some kind of
  788. drink to his lips.
  790. She kept her eyebrow up, then let it down and seemingly understood. She nodded.
  792. "Ekey."
  794. That stumped him for a second, until he understood that she had tried to say
  795. okay. His 'hih' had probably sounded equally bad. Slowly, he lifted himself
  796. back up and turned around, walked past the stairs that led up in to the attic
  797. along the corridor and turned right in to the kitchen.
  799. Just as Ryan reached for a glass, he heard a quiet clacking sound behind him.
  801. She stood in the door frame, leaning heavily against it on the side of the
  802. injured leg. He was surprised by how quiet she had been able to move across the
  803. wooden planks, even with the wounded leg.
  805. He gave her a quick look over, trying to find any changes to her condition and
  806. realized he shouldn't have done so. The rather immodest tablecloth hid just
  807. enough to be highly suggestive. Or maybe it was just her proportions that made
  808. even a tablecloth seem like lingerie. Then he filled the glass with water from
  809. the tap, which came straight out of his own water purification tank.
  811. He made a step towards her, but before he could get close enough to hand it to
  812. her, she stopped him with a "hih".
  814. She pointed at the water, then at him, then repeated his gesture for drinking.
  815. Did she not want to have a... Oh. Right. She did not trust him.
  817. Without a word, he lifted the glass to his lips and drank a few gulps. Then he
  818. held it out for her to take, and she did, but watched him like hawk for any
  819. changes. After almost a minute, seeing that nothing had happened to him, she
  820. sniffed the water. It passed that test, then she dropped the tiniest drop on
  821. her lips and waited, seemed to search for any kind of poison.
  823. Apparently, that test was a negative too because she emptied the rest of the
  824. glass in one big gulp, then handed it back to him.
  826. Ryan refilled it at the tap and brought it back to her, watched as she emptied
  827. it again in one big gulp and expected her to hand it to him again but instead,
  828. she made another step in to the room, moving the injured leg as little as
  829. possible. It must be a lot worse than what he had thought it would be. She
  830. treated it like it was somehow broken.
  832. Could it be broken?
  834. He would have noticed that, wouldn't he?
  836. She was trying to go for the kitchen sink, but it felt wrong to let her stumble
  837. along without any help. How would he go about it though? Putting her arm on his
  838. shoulders and supporting her was the obvious choice, but how would he
  839. communicate it to her? She had not allowed him to get even within an arm's
  840. length of her and he doubted that that had changed.
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  843. | CHAPTER 3 |
  845. He raised his arms again, palms at an angle as if trying to calm and stop her.
  847. "Wait."
  849. She stopped and raised an eyebrow.
  851. Question.
  853. Why was he stopping her? Or was it a 'what did 'wait' mean'?
  855. He took a timid step in her direction, which she reacted to by moving her body
  856. back, putting her hand with the glass on the counter, using that as leverage
  857. and then she stepped back only using her healthy leg.
  859. Okay. She apparently still did not trust him even for a second. How could
  860. something with such intelligent eyes be so stupid?
  862. He dropped his arms and took a few steps back, somewhat disappointed. Maybe he
  863. shouldn't be, but it felt stupid to watch her hobble along the oven and then
  864. the workspace in the U-shaped kitchen. She would look at him after every step,
  865. making sure that he stayed where he was.
  867. It took her a second to figure out how the sink worked. She had watched him
  868. open the tap and did the same, carefully, until water flowed. The plug
  869. explained itself, and she wiped down the sink with water and her fingers, then
  870. put the plug in and opened the tap all the way.
  872. She turned her head, eyeing him warily, then lowered her head in to the sink
  873. and began to drink, the tap still running.
  875. He watched her for a minute, wondering how she had lost that much blood and
  876. could still stand upright.
  878. No, she must have lost a lot of liquid in other ways too.
  880. When she was done, she closed the tap carefully at the beginning, watching the
  881. water flow diminish, then quickly shut it.
  883. With that apparently done, he pointed at her, then past the workspace in to the
  884. living room.
  886. She only raised an eyebrow.
  888. He tried again, this time pointed at her, then made a walking motion with to
  889. fingers and pointed at the couch.
  891. She raised an eyebrow again and it dawned on him that she had understood what
  892. he had tried to say the first time and actually asked why.
  894. God damn, why was she so wary of him?
  896. He sighed and left her standing in the kitchen.
  898. The last embers in the fireplace were still glowing and he planned on using
  899. that to light the next fire, not lighter fluid. Stacking wood in anticipation
  900. of the weather had been the one thing Ryan had spent most of his time on in the
  901. last month, much to the dismay of his publisher. It had reached the point where
  902. firewood was lining a quarter of the living room to about as high as his chest.
  904. Some of those logs now went in to the fireplace along with a piece of
  905. newspaper, which promptly ignited upon touching the embers and in turn slowly
  906. set fire to the logs.
  908. While he worked, he heard her hooves' or more precisely hoof's telltale
  909. clicking sound and turned his head to see that she was following him, but was
  910. stuck on the exit of the kitchen. There were three yards of room between the
  911. exit and the end of the couch. She looked around, searching for something to
  912. prop herself up upon. He stood up and walked over, then waited about two arm's
  913. lengths away from her. That had been as close as he had gotten in the kitchen.
  915. She gave him another wary look, but finally reached for his hand. Ryan stepped
  916. closer, then braced himself and his hand as she attempted to step forwards.
  918. Extending his arm had definitely not been enough. Her weight on one arm was way
  919. too much and she stumbled in his direction, which he counteracted by making a
  920. step forwards and catching her just as she laid her arms around his shoulders
  921. to hold on to him.
  923. She seemed a lot lighter now than she had been when he'd dragged her around.
  924. Probably because she was awake now and not as limp.
  926. Under her wary eyes, he got even closer and supported her on the side of her
  927. troubled leg with her arm over his shoulders. Her scent was overpowering now,
  928. or to describe it more accurately: she reeked of sweat, earth, bodily fluids
  929. and blood. What was also overpowering him was the softness of her body and the
  930. sheer size of her boobs, which seemed to have grown even bigger since he had
  931. last seen them. This, coupled with the fact that she was currently touching
  932. him, meant that he had to seriously concentrate to keep from pitching a tent.
  933. Her smell helped, though.
  935. Together, they moved slowly towards the fireplace. She kept pushing towards the
  936. blanket he had set her down upon when she was still unconscious and he had no
  937. objections.
  939. Ryan carefully set her down and she grimaced as she moved the leg. Then he used
  940. some of the pillows to build an improvised ramp that she could prop herself up
  941. on, which she did. It wasn't all that much though and he thought about what he
  942. could use, then quickly turned and left the living room.
  944. "Wyhen."
  946. Ryan stopped an turned. She had an eyebrow raised.
  948. Where was he going?
  950. He wasn't able to explain that, since he had no idea how to communicate that he
  951. was going in to his bedroom to pick up a duvet to prop her up to a more useful
  952. angle.
  954. "Wait", he answered, hoping she had already picked up what that word meant. He
  955. accompanied it with an outstretched palm, pointing at her at an angle. Stay.
  957. He hurried out, hoping she wouldn't get up again and quickly fetched the duvet
  958. from his bedroom, then went back to see her in the process of getting up.
  960. She hadn't gotten far yet, was just to roll over on to all four. When he tried
  961. to gently push her back, she flinched away form his hand and even shifted her
  962. upper body away from him.
  964. He'd almost carried her, offered her water, behaved very very friendly and she
  965. was still this distrustful? What the hell was wrong with her?
  967. Ryan sighed and got to work on balling up the duvet. She flinched away again
  968. when tried to shove the duvet between her and the pillows he had stacked on the
  969. floor, which made that job rather easy. Hiiyeh settled back down after he
  970. stepped away, very gingerly as if she thought the duvet was some kind of trap.
  972. A little grumpy about her still mistrusting him, he walked back in to the
  973. kitchen and peeled a banana. Before biting in to it, though, he fought with
  974. himself about offering some food to his guest.
  976. His good side prevailed and he walked back to Hiiyeh.
  978. Well, she let him get pretty close now. Exactly one arm's length instead of the
  979. three she had previously relegated him to. That was progress of some sort.
  981. Instead of directly handing her the banana, though, he directly bit the tip
  982. off. Just to show that it was good to eat.
  984. "Okay?"
  986. She just looked at him, then gingerly took the banana and sniffed at it, then
  987. took a small bite. Good enough for him, he figured, as he got back up and
  988. walked back in to the kitchen. Ryan needed something that would stuff the hole
  989. that had formed in his stomach in the last, oh, probably twenty hours? Well, he
  990. had had some sandwiches not too long ago.
  992. To fill that, he would need lots and lots of cheese. He also felt somewhat
  993. tired again. A look at the clock on the wall told him that it was three am.
  994. Damn.
  996. After taking a breath, Ryan opened the cupboards and took out the bread again,
  997. then reconsidered. He wanted something hot. Or at least sort of hot. His good
  998. side also told him that his guest should be able to eat it. His evil side told
  999. him that he could touch some side-boob if he helped her over to the table, but
  1000. Ryan dismissed that idea as soon as it popped up.
  1002. He first had to figure out why she didn't trust him.
  1004. The food had to be finger friendly. And edible for her.
  1006. ...and easy to make, because he really did not feel like fixing something
  1007. complicated.
  1009. "Wyhen."
  1011. He halted in his steps, suddenly worried that she might get up again and walked
  1012. in to the living room. She only met him with a raised eyebrow.
  1014. Question.
  1016. Question what?
  1018. What was he doing? Hiiyeh's eyes were alternating between him and the kitchen.
  1019. Probably.
  1021. "Food."
  1023. She looked at him, obviously not understanding.
  1025. How should he make it clear to her what he was planning on doing? He kneaded
  1026. his chin, closed his eyes, furrowed his brow and stroked his hair back. His
  1027. eyes wandered around the room, then got stuck on the banana. That was food.
  1029. Epiphanies of a tired brain. And from there on he winged it.
  1031. He pointed at the banana and said "Food", again. Then put his hands together,
  1032. leaving only a small space between them. After that he gestured at the kitchen,
  1033. followed by gesturing 'big' in it's direction, as if he were to hug a large
  1034. tree. That gesture he then turned around and lowered, as if he were to put the
  1035. big tree in front of her.
  1037. She stared at him, an eyebrow still raised.
  1039. He figured that that had been to complicated or he was just too stupid at this
  1040. hour to figure out a way to explain it to her.
  1042. "Wait."
  1044. He could tell she wasn't satisfied, but ignored it and walked back in to the
  1045. kitchen, whipped up some bannock dough and threw it in to the pan, lacing every
  1046. other one with cheese. When he had produced six flat pieces of bannock, he took
  1047. some tomatoes, ham and cream cheese with him, as well as jam and sat down
  1048. opposite to her.
  1050. Unlike with the banana, Hiiyeh seemed to know very well what bannock was. She
  1051. still insisted he take the first bite, but once she was sure it was fine, she
  1052. ate quick. After he took some of the cream cheese and jam by dipping a piece of
  1053. bannock in them, she tried those too, but stopped eating and just looked as he
  1054. ate a piece of ham, to the point where it made him so uncomfortable that he
  1055. slowly put the ham back down. She gave him another long stare, then slowly
  1056. resumed eating.
  1058. From that, Ryan deduced that Hiiyeh was probably vegetarian.
  1060. It made sense, sort of. She was part horse, right? No, she was... What exactly
  1061. was she? He felt himself starting to lose thoughts again. It was time to get
  1062. back to sleep, this entire interruption had been more than interesting enough.
  1064. The only problem was, he was still hungry and Hiiyeh had managed to eat four of
  1065. the bannock loaves while he only got two.
  1067. He took one of the tomatoes and ate it, keeping eye contact with her to show
  1068. that this was safe too. She cautiously took one, did her usual ritual of
  1069. sniffing, then bit in to it.
  1071. Ryan turned around, still chewing on his and went back in to the kitchen to
  1072. make more loaves and was sure that by the time he would return, there wouldn't
  1073. be a single tomato left.
  1075. He was right.
  1077. By the time he returned, there were no more tomatoes. There also wasn't any
  1078. more cream cheese and Hiiyeh was rifling through her pelts. He noticed that she
  1079. had put the pelt that had partially broken off back on and looked closer. It
  1080. seemed very similar too her own fur, only the colours didn't quite match. The
  1081. pelt was coffee brown and had a few white spots on it, randomly dispersed.
  1083. He set down the bannock, got a few more bananas, more cream cheese and returned
  1084. again to see her waiting for him. Ryan sat down and this time Hiiyeh did not
  1085. force him to eat first, he just did before she could ask.
  1087. The impromptu meal was good and he was quite full after having eaten four
  1088. loaves and Hiiyeh had considerably slowed down just as she reached the end of
  1089. the eighth.
  1091. When he got up to take the rest of the food back to the kitchen, she
  1092. interrupted him and just shook her head.
  1094. No more food for her.
  1096. He nodded and stored everything. Then he killed all the lights and sat back
  1097. down on the couch, which Hiiyeh watched with some interest until he had
  1098. snuggled underneath the blanket and turned away from the fire. Her sitting
  1099. shadow against the wall was the last thing he saw before he closed his eyes.
  1101. Ryan was awoken by loud banging against the front door. It sounded like someone
  1102. was using a battering ram. Once more, he jumped out of the blankets and ran,
  1103. this time for the old surplus rifle next to the entrance. He opened a small box
  1104. on a night stand like table, pulled out one of the en bloc clips and pushed it
  1105. in to the rifle. Usually, the rifle would now shut with a satisfying metal on
  1106. metal 'SHRAK.' In order not to warn whoever was outside, Ryan carefully slid
  1107. the bolt forwards instead. Then he opened the inner door and waited for a break
  1108. in the hammering.
  1110. "Wait! I'll get dressed!"
  1112. The moment he entered the living room with a rifle in hand was the moment he
  1113. seemingly lost all progress with Hiiyeh. She recoiled, pushed herself against
  1114. the stacked wood behind her and looked at him with huge eyes, frozen or lacking
  1115. a way out.
  1117. Ryan stopped in his tracks, looked at her and saw her look at the rifle.
  1119. Oh. So she knew what that was? But not how a tap worked? Huh. Then he
  1120. considered the ramifications of someone finding her here.
  1122. Whoever was outside didn't need to know about this, about her.
  1124. He slowly put the rifle down on the couch, then approached her. Her eyes were
  1125. still huge and she made ready to defend herself, but without enough effort for
  1126. him to take her seriously. He knelt down beside her and gesture with two
  1127. fingers that he would like her to walk. Then he pointed in the direction of the
  1128. kitchen.
  1130. She nodded, then started to get up. Ryan lifted her arm on her bad side, put it
  1131. over his shoulders and lifted her up that way. Together, they quickly hobbled
  1132. towards the hall and then they turned in to his bedroom. It was cold here, but
  1133. that couldn't be changed right now. Hiiyeh managed to carefully sit down on the
  1134. bed without too much obvious pain, then smiled as Ryan quickly draped a duvet
  1135. over her. He put a finger to his lips, which she obviously did not understand.
  1137. It didn't matter.
  1139. He returned in to the living room, put on some of the fleece he usually wore
  1140. underneath his snow clothing, grabbed the rifle, put his revolver on his hip
  1141. for good measure and approached the door again.
  1143. "Who are you?"
  1145. The voice of an older man answered.
  1147. "Open the door! It is cold out here!"
  1149. Who in the hell would go all the way out here in this shitty weather? It wasn't
  1150. like it was easy to find his place either. If this guy was trying to rob or
  1151. kill him, nobody would find out for months.
  1153. "How many of you are there?"
  1155. "Just me and my dogs!"
  1157. Dogs? Dogs out here were either transport in combination with a sleigh or furry
  1158. guided missiles.
  1160. "How many dogs?"
  1162. "A few!"
  1164. So transport then. Nobody needed a few of the furry missile type. You'd just
  1165. get a rifle instead.
  1167. Ryan unlocked the door and opened it, the rifle in his other hand, pointed
  1168. towards the ceiling.
  1170. An old native American stood in front of him. He looked right at home up here
  1171. with the grey garments draped over heavy furs which were apparently intended to
  1172. keep him warm. The colour was unusual and gave him a somewhat broody and
  1173. dangerous look. He had pushed the bandanas out of his face to let Ryan see him.
  1174. What Ryan's eyes were first drawn to, though, was the huge wolf's head the man
  1175. wore on top of the fabric his head was wrapped in.
  1177. The dogs were not the huskies Ryan had expected but were almost
  1178. indistinguishable from wolves. They had yellow eyes and the dirty looking and
  1179. drab fur usually associated with the pack animals.
  1181. That gave him pause, but the old man was right. It was seriously cold outside.
  1183. "Alright. Come on in."
  1185. "Thank you."
  1187. The English of the Indian definitely had some accent to it, but it was a weird
  1188. mixture of the usually clear cut way of speaking heard in the first nations and
  1189. something that sounded almost British.
  1191. Ryan moved aside and let him pass, then looked somewhat warily at the five
  1192. 'dogs' that followed.
  1194. "What kind of dogs are those?"
  1196. Ryan shut the door just as the man answered.
  1198. "They are not dogs. They are wolves."
  1200. Ryan's head flung around and stared at the man.
  1202. "They will not harm you."
  1204. Ryan's incredulous stare wasn't diminished by that.
  1206. "They are wolves, aren't they? And I don't see a lot of food outside."
  1208. The old man repeated his words once more as the wolves were sniffing the air,
  1209. like ordinary dogs would and looked around. Had he locked the bedroom doors?
  1210. Probably not. He needed to do that.
  1212. "They will not harm you."
  1214. Ryan just looked at the wolves. Two of them were staying by the man's side,
  1215. though still curiously sniffing the air and looking around, while the others
  1216. were slowly exploring his living room and hall. Something was weird about these
  1217. wolves.
  1219. He pulled himself out of his reverie.
  1221. "Can I offer you something? A glass of water, something to eat?"
  1223. The old man nodded slowly and Ryan pointed to the living room and the kitchen.
  1225. "Make yourself comfortable. I need to do something really quick, I'll be back
  1226. in a second."
  1228. He waited until the old man had turned around and was walking in to the living
  1229. room, then quickly went to the bedroom door and locked it. Before he could go
  1230. around and lock the other side, though, the old man called from the kitchen.
  1232. "Don't bother!"
  1234. Don't bother?
  1236. "I already know about your guest!"
  1238. He already knew. Of course he would. Why else would he come out here. Ryan
  1239. stopped in his tracks and slowly walked in to the kitchen, rifle in his hand.
  1241. "Sit with me."
  1243. The old man had taken some of the furs of, but the wolf's head remained perched
  1244. on his own. He was sitting at the dinner table, relaxed and definitely tired,
  1245. two of the wolves next to him.
  1247. Ryan slowly reached for one of his chairs, pulled it back and sat down, rifle
  1248. across his lap. Then the old Indian quickly produced a gun and aimed it so fast
  1249. that Ryan had no chance of doing anything in his still not yet fully awake
  1250. state.
  1252. It looked odd in his hands. It was a fairly new semi automatic handgun.
  1254. "Your guest. Do you know what she is?"
  1256. Ryan didn't move a hair and looked at the firearm pointed at his chest.
  1258. "Talk."
  1260. He looked up at the eyes of the man pointing the gun at his face.
  1262. "No."
  1264. The old Indian visibly relaxed, lowered the gun, then tucked it away somewhere.
  1266. "Good."
  1268. He looked at Ryan intensely.
  1270. "These things are my tribe's ancient enemy. They have been here much longer
  1271. than the Europeans. They are the true enemy of all first nations."
  1273. "What are they?"
  1275. "The spirits created them to test us. They made us an enemy we could not
  1276. overcome on our own."
  1278. He gestured towards the wolves around him and Ryan suddenly realized that
  1279. wolves could have easily left behind the marks on Hiiyeh's thigh. He looked at
  1280. the wolves again and they stared back, calmly. There was definitely something
  1281. odd about these.
  1283. "What did they do to you?"
  1285. The old man stared in to his eyes.
  1287. "They took our children. The spirits told us they ate them."
  1289. That sounded incredibly extreme. But it also rung a bell in Ryan's head. Hiiyeh
  1290. had seemed disgusted by him eating meat. Before he could interrupt, the old man
  1291. switched topics.
  1293. "The one you have in your house is a murderer, sent away by her own kind."
  1295. "How do you know that?"
  1297. "She has to wear the fur of her kill as punishment."
  1299. Ryan still felt queasy about the eating children part, but that explained the
  1300. brown fur. If Hiiyeh had killed another one of her kind and had been punished
  1301. by having to wear her or his hide, that explained why she was wearing that
  1302. thing even in bed.
  1304. "Are you with the police then? And how come I have never heard about any of
  1305. this before?"
  1307. "I am one of the men from my tribe. We search and find them. You have never
  1308. heard about this because only our tribe remembers. Nobody else can ever know."
  1310. The old man suddenly stopped. Ryan took a second, then realized what he had
  1311. said and the look of the old man told him it meant what Ryan though it meant:
  1312. Nobody could ever know.
  1314. The old man drew again, but this time Ryan was quicker. He unholstered his
  1315. revolver and ripped through the trigger, firing the first round under the table
  1316. just as the old man was lining up his shot.
  1318. BOOOM.
  1320. The old man was kicked over and Ryan's firing hand crashed in to the underside
  1321. of the table, pushed up by recoil. His revolver was the biggest one on the
  1322. market, the only one that stood a chance against a grizzly. Against a mere man,
  1323. it was just overkill.
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  1326. | CHAPTER 4 |
  1328. With his ears ringing and the old man almost certainly out for the count, Ryan
  1329. dropped the revolver and raised the rifle to shoot at the discombobulated
  1330. wolves.
  1332. BANG
  1334. BANG
  1336. The two next to the man's sides dropped dead, each with a bullet in it's head.
  1337. Ryan turned around, saw a third one running through the living room and raised
  1338. the rifle, shooting as quick and accurately as he could.
  1340. BANG
  1342. BANG
  1344. The wolf had dodged his first shot but the second one sent it to hell. Through
  1345. the ringing in his ears he heard barking and whinnying and turned for the
  1346. bedroom. He must've gotten up after shooting the old man,but he didn't know
  1347. when. Ryan jumped over his fallen over chair and ran for the bedroom, kicked
  1348. open the partially closed door and without further ado raised his rifle and
  1349. fired at the first wolf who was just about to jump Hiiyeh from the side.
  1351. BANG
  1353. BANG
  1355. It took another round to hit it, but the second one got a worse treatment. He
  1356. had made the mistake of approaching Hiiyeh from the foot of the bed and was
  1357. just catapulted towards the wall by a kick to the face from a very healthy
  1358. hoof. For good measure, Ryan double tapped that one as well.
  1360. BANG
  1362. BANG
  1364. Ping!
  1366. The bolt of the gun stayed back and the comparatively quiet ping that
  1367. accompanied the ejected clip was the end of a rush of adrenaline he hadn't felt
  1368. like that for years.
  1370. The house was now silent. Five wolves and a man had come in, five wolves and a
  1371. man had been shot.
  1373. Hiiyeh stared at him as if she had never seen him before. Ryan saw that out of
  1374. the corner of his eye but closed his eyes first and took a deep breath to calm
  1375. his nerves, swallowed, then slowly put the rifle down and turned to her.
  1377. She had been uncovered to some point during the struggle with the wolves and
  1378. one of her tits was standing upright, almost completely defying gravity. They
  1379. had grown since he had last seen them, and her muscles on the rest of her body
  1380. were less toned.
  1382. The first wolf that he had dispatched had splattered brain matter, fluid and
  1383. blood all over her. The one at the wall had done something similar, so the
  1384. living room had to be looking terrible right now. He couldn't recall.
  1386. First things first, he would escort Hiiyeh to the shower.
  1388. Ryan walked around the bed and offered her his shoulder. She understood, got
  1389. her legs out of bed and leaned on to him. It looked like she hadn't even gotten
  1390. nicked by the wolves. He had arrived just in time. They hobbled forwards, in to
  1391. the bathroom, where Ryan walked in to the shower with her and then demonstrated
  1392. how to get the water flowing and then rinsed her hand to demonstrate the
  1393. settings for the water temperature.
  1395. Hiiyeh still looked at him wide eyed whenever she got the chance to and nodded
  1396. whenever he raised his eyebrow. Then he went about demonstrating his hair
  1397. shampoo on her forearm. She initially flinched away, until he he showed her on
  1398. his own arm that it was okay and how it worked.
  1400. Finally, he took the brown fur off her and turned around for her to offer him
  1401. the blanket, which he tugged on ever so slightly to get his meaning across
  1402. while turned away.
  1404. He heard her disrobe, then felt the blanket in his hand and walked out of the
  1405. glass shower, his eyes downcast and intending to get out of here without
  1406. pitching a tent while inside the room.
  1408. Before he made it even halfway though, she stopped him.
  1410. "Wyhen."
  1412. He thought about any alternative for communication to not have to look at her
  1413. and he could feel his dick slowly but steadily hardening at the mere thought of
  1414. a woman like her completely naked in his bathroom.
  1416. "Wyhen."
  1418. He had to turn, didn't he? Damn. Damn damn damn. This would get embarrassing.
  1420. Slowly, he turned and tried to keep his eyes on hers.
  1422. And he failed. Of course he did.
  1424. Hiiyeh stood there like a wet dream. The shower was still off, but she didn't
  1425. need soap to make him almost drool. His dick instantly went full mast and poked
  1426. it's head out of his underwear. Her braid was draped over her front and ran
  1427. through her tits, which were spectacular. They stood upright like fakes, were
  1428. symmetrical as far as Ryan could see, big as watermelons and the nipples were
  1429. starting to grow, becoming even bigger than his thumbs. The previously very
  1430. defined arm and belly musculature had been softened, maybe by the water she had
  1431. drunk, to the point where she now just looked fit and not like a body builder.
  1432. Her hips were wide, wider than he had ever seen on a woman before and they were
  1433. curvy like nothing else.
  1435. Due to her hooves, her legs reached from the floor to the moon it seemed.
  1437. She had an eyebrow up and pointed at him, then next to her hooves.
  1439. Oh god.
  1441. Wasn't this taking advantage? He was taking adv- No. He had had no sex for
  1442. years now because he always found some stupid reason not to go ahead. This time
  1443. he would.
  1445. Ryan quickly shed his clothing and stepped in to the shower, intent on taking
  1446. Hiiyeh right there, but she pushed the shampoo on him.
  1448. His dick felt ready to burst at a touch at the mere suggestion of washing her.
  1449. It was so hard it hurt.
  1451. He checked the water, carefully, then rinsed her down. He wanted her so much as
  1452. the water rinsed across her chest and fell to the floor between them tha-
  1454. He had to cum. He had to cum right now or he would be done before they even got
  1455. anywhere.
  1457. Ryan turned to the side, facing the wall and did three quick strokes before he
  1458. could feel the juice leave his body. It was an insanely good orgasm, much
  1459. better than anything he had managed to do to himself in the last three years.
  1461. It took him a few seconds to recover, then he opened his eyes again to the face
  1462. of Hiiyeh who gave him a weird look.
  1464. He felt his head clear and his libido diminish to a point that allowed him to
  1465. take things slower. He definitely wanted more than one go at this incredible
  1466. body and that required that he didn't suck in the sack.
  1468. The shower head in hand he started cleaning her, from her face, which he
  1469. carefully wiped clear of any residue of the wolves, then rinsed her hair,
  1470. followed by her massive jugs and stomach. One hand was rubbing her down, the
  1471. other was directing the flow of the water from the shower head.
  1473. He went on, down her stomach where he made lazy circles with the water and his
  1474. hands, until he slowed down increasingly and inched down towards her pussy. The
  1475. lips were not even remotely swollen, which was not a good sign. But in that
  1476. moment, Hiiyeh took a quick breath and the held it. That was good sign.
  1478. He played around with her, but never touched the slit. The occasional look to
  1479. her face told him she was definitely aroused. Her tongue sometimes appeared
  1480. between her lips.
  1482. Ryan went on and massaged the insides and outside of her leg, crouching down to
  1483. get even closer to what he was doing. The injured leg sometimes twitched, but
  1484. he was very, very gentle around the wound.
  1486. He went on, down her calves, now a little faster, all the way down to her
  1487. hooves. Then he turned her around. He started at the top again, now at the back
  1488. of her head and Hiiyeh opened the braid rather quickly, somewhat struggling.
  1490. Maybe she just didn't have pussy lips. Her occasional moan and the way she
  1491. moved and stood made it clear that she very much enjoyed what he was doing to
  1492. her.
  1494. The hair was already mostly wet, but Ryan quickly soaked it again, then moved
  1495. it out of the way and concentrated on getting her back wet and with it, Hiiyeh
  1496. wet.
  1498. The careful and slow speed returned, as did his hand on her back. He made sure
  1499. that every square inch on her back was scratched and sopping wet before he
  1500. continued on to her butt, which he had to separate form his loins first. The
  1501. moment he had laid hands on to her she pressed herself against him, still
  1502. somewhat wary of the injured leg but apparently now more than willing to have
  1503. him. His dick responded in kind, but Ryan wasn't ready yet.
  1505. Instead, he gently massaged her butt and spread her cheeks, letting the water
  1506. hit against her anus. That obviously surprised her, as she quickly moved her
  1507. butt away form him. He then rebuilt her trust by instead just massaging the
  1508. cheeks again and went down her thighs but stopped at her knees, the rest just
  1509. go a quick rinse.
  1511. Ryan quickly doused himself, then turned off the water and reached for the
  1512. shampoo Hiiyeh had still clutched in her hand. He gently pried it out, then
  1513. poured a large amount on to his hand. He wanted lots of soapy foamy shampoo
  1514. running down her body.
  1516. He started at the back, massaging the soap in to her head first, following the
  1517. hair down. He didn't make a lot of effort to make it sensual, he just got
  1518. everything nice and soapy, then he continued on, letting the tip of his dick
  1519. touch her 'on accident' ever so often.
  1521. He went past the shoulder blades, did her arms, then continued on down the
  1522. small of her back and finally to her butt. Ryan did not go for her anus again,
  1523. instead he just moved his flat hand between her cheeks. A little massage of the
  1524. cheeks, which gradually went the the outsides and then the insides of her
  1525. thighs from behind was followed by slow circles down her legs. Everywhere he
  1526. went, he went there thoroughly and really massaged the shampoo in.
  1528. The space between her legs was now almost uncomfortably hot. She was as ready
  1529. as she could get, but Ryan was not yet done teasing her. His hands continued on
  1530. downwards, speeding up somewhat the closer he could get to her hooves, then He
  1531. spun her around again and went the whole way back up, rubbing every square inch
  1532. of her body.
  1534. By the time he was three quarters up her leg, she was panting. His rubbing and
  1535. massaging slowed down to a crawl and repeatedly went over the same spots until
  1536. Ryan hit the fold between leg and hips. Ever so gently, barely even touching
  1537. her, he stroked along the sides of her super slim lips, then he used his middle
  1538. finger and just touched her taint. From there on, he dragged upwards and to her
  1539. front with the intensity of a feather, all along her slit. She was so wet and
  1540. ready he sunk in regardless, but just with the tip of the tip of his finger.
  1542. He felt a bump along the way which told him that she did indeed have a clitoris
  1543. and he knew that he'd have her screaming tonight. Or whinnying. In fact, right
  1544. now, she stopped her panting and gave him a long drawn out moan at the touch of
  1545. her clit, even partially under her lips.
  1547. From there on, his hands went up, to her dismay. He followed her tummy muscles,
  1548. soaped her hipbones and then got to the underside of her boobs while looking in
  1549. to her clouded eyes. These got the same treatment as the rest of the body, just
  1550. that he occasionally gently grabbed the flesh and squeezed it as well. The
  1551. nipples got a similar treatment, he pushed them around a little or squeezed
  1552. them which made her shut her eyes and moan again. He was surprised at her lack
  1553. of action, but apparently she was perfectly happy with just simply enjoying his
  1554. touch.
  1556. He continued on upwards after each melon had its fair share of soap, up all the
  1557. way until he reached her chin. There, his index and middle finger dragged her
  1558. down to his head. He gave her a quick peck on the lips, which she apparently
  1559. had not expected.
  1561. It didn't matter. He would show her kissing later if she really didn't know
  1562. anything about it.
  1564. His fingers pushed her back up, then he went for the water and rinsed her down
  1565. as before, starting at her chin and just watched as all the soap that her fur
  1566. could hold was gradually replaced with water and the soap and grime and dirt in
  1567. her fur made the way down her body over her curves.
  1569. His dick was now painfully hard again, but he could feel that an orgasm was
  1570. miles away. Then he started laying his hand back on her, massaging the last of
  1571. the dirt and grime out of her boobs, played with her nipples once more and
  1572. heard her moan above him. He followed the water down again, not just with his
  1573. hands but with his head too, down her tummy, past her navel and to the flare of
  1574. her hips, but here he slowed down again once more. He carefully let the water
  1575. rinse past her slit, then treated the insides of her thighs to the same
  1576. procedure of massage and rinse.
  1578. Finally, he approached her pussy again, lowered the water pressure until it was
  1579. barely spraying out of the shower head and then, he used two fingers, started
  1580. at her taint again but this time, he opened her where he felt the canal of her
  1581. vagina. She gasped. Then he pointed the shower head at where he thought the
  1582. clit would be and circled it. She almost shouted. It was still a moan, but a
  1583. very, very loud one.
  1585. Ryan increased the pressure and sprayed up in to her canal, which apparently
  1586. sent her over the edge. She rocked her hips back and forth, fought for breath
  1587. and almost collapsed on the floor. He smiled. He was so going to get laid
  1588. again.
  1590. It took her a while to catch her breath again, but then she looked down at him
  1591. with her forest green eyes with something that seemed to him like admiration
  1592. and lust.
  1594. Ryan had finished her front and spun her around again, speeding up to a certain
  1595. point because he felt that he was somewhat overdoing it. His hands now dug in
  1596. to her hair again, both the one on her head and her tail and rinsed it clean as
  1597. quickly as he could without ruining the mood. Then he went to her back again,
  1598. massaging and rinsing there, slowly, methodically.
  1600. His hands went on to the small of her back, then to her butt cheeks, finally
  1601. down to her thighs but he spared the part between her legs. Instead, he rinsed
  1602. the rest of her body, then came back up and carefully pushed her forwards.
  1604. Hiiyeh reached for the rail holding the receptacle for the shower head, already
  1605. anticipating what would happen next, it seemed. The other hand held her off the
  1606. glass front of the shower. Her tail moved to one side again and gave him clear
  1607. access to everything between her legs and Ryan gave it a few more gentle rubs,
  1608. then he took her other hand and brought it towards his dick. He showered the
  1609. entire crotch area one last time, then hung the shower head back to where it
  1610. belonged and carefully shoved forwards, his and her hand on his cock.
  1612. Hiiyeh understood and guided him forwards until his head hit her lips. She
  1613. gasped.
  1615. Ryan moved it up and down, which drew a shiver of anticipation from her, then
  1616. he pushed as gently as he could, putting one hand on her hips.
  1618. There was a little bit of pressure against his head and he pushed harder, which
  1619. prompted Hiiyeh to a squeak, then he felt his head pop past her lips and enter
  1620. her tight canal. A wet and soft heat enveloped it and Ryan could feel a spongy
  1621. material below him and wet flesh above. Hiiyeh exhaled as he sunk deeper and
  1622. deeper, took a quick breath as he pulled back out a bit, then exhaled again as
  1623. he sunk almost all the way down to his considerably far away hilt. He did one
  1624. last out and back in move before he felt his pubic bone against her butt
  1625. cheeks.
  1627. Hiiyeh had not moved at all and was just breathing raggedly which Ryan took as
  1628. a good sign. He knew he was big but she took everything in one go.
  1630. After a few seconds of pause he pulled out a little and pushed back in,
  1631. starting a slow rhythm. At the same time he held her hips tightly and moved
  1632. them against him,pushing her away and pulling her in respectively.
  1634. Ryan carefully increased the speed, then let go of her hips, laid one hand on
  1635. her back, used that to push her back and forth and used the other hand to find
  1636. her clit.
  1638. It didn't take long for her to cum again, which felt to him as if she were
  1639. sucking on his dick with her vagina like a hoover.
  1641. She twitched, moaned and gushed cum all over his dick. It felt incredible to
  1642. have this beautiful and incredibly arousing being's pleasure at his fingertips.
  1644. He increased the speed and length of his thrusts and started to really pound
  1645. her and let the hand pulling her back against his dick wander up, then grab a
  1646. handful of her long hair and pull on that, pulling her head back. The other
  1647. hand stayed at her clit continuously rubbing it like a madman.
  1649. It had the desired effect just as he felt he was getting closer to cumming.
  1650. This time Hiiyeh didn't just twitch, she actually spasmed and her good leg gave
  1651. way. Ryan could barely hold her up but this was not the time to stop. He was
  1652. close to an earth-shattering orgasm and he would not stop for anything. His
  1653. dick sunk in to her again and again with getting quicker every time with Hiiyeh
  1654. riding her orgasm, panting, twitching and moaning like possessed.
  1656. All he could think about was getting to release.
  1658. And there it was, just out of reach, coming closer, closer, just a bit more and
  1659. -
  1661. Ryan clamped his teeth shut and grimaced, felt the resistance in his crotch and
  1662. his jellylike cum being pushed through a way too tiny hole. He roared against a
  1663. shut throat, felt himself continue the mad pace involuntarily, hammering his
  1664. cum in to Hiiyeh.
  1666. Then his legs gave way, bliss overwhelmed him and they collapsed to the floor
  1667. together.
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