Episode Four She’s Ours

M irron

Despite the rarity of females, every male on the planet dreams of one. Even me. But I gave up on that long ago. I met Deklan, and later, we became mates. I need this female like I need an infection.

But she's here, and half the forest is, too. I will not back down. I will not show weakness. She was in our cave and is now ours . Not the silverback, nor his troop, nor any pack of wolven will take her from me.

As soon as I hear Deklan's pleasure grunt, a sound that usually causes me to spill, I remove my loincloth. He doesn't bother to put his clothes back on, nor did Luka. They stand naked, spears in their grips, as I fuck my hand until I spew on the tiny, terrified, furless thing.

At least she's compliant, just standing there, pale eyes wide in fright, as I smear my cum and the combined cum of my pack all over her—across her small breasts, her back, into her hair, between her legs and the cleft of her ass.

"She's ours!" I proclaim loudly, as I retrieve my spear from Luka's hand. "This has been the way of the people of Down Below since our grandparents' grandparents. It would be mayhem, sheer chaos, to fight over every female. In this, we need to follow the old ways. There need be no dispute. She's in our possession, she smells like my pack, and she is not asking for asylum."

I stare at the crowd, making sure to give a hard look first at the silverback, then what looks like the leader of the wolven who are all now standing on two legs.

"Luka got her first. She's in our cave." I turn and point her to the cave entrance. Good. She's smart enough to follow my orders. "We shouldn't have to fight to keep her, but hear this. We will. We will do whatever it takes to keep our female, including killing every monk and wolven within three days' run. Make no mistake. She's ours . Leave."

The wolven depart first, grumbling, hurling epithets, then bending to all fours to lope away.

The monks stay, the silverback maintaining eye contact with me. Does he think he will intimidate me, a minotaur? I stand two feet taller than him. My horns are built to kill animals like him. I could spear monk after monk and toss them into the brush for hours until their tribe is extinct and still have enough energy for a fuck and a swim.

He nods, says, "She's yours," then to his tribe, he calls, "Hurl!"

I know what's coming next. I think my pack does, too, but it will not deter us. We will tolerate it. It's simply another way to show our strength and solidarity.

Every one of the naked fuckers bends their knees, reaches back as they shit into their own hands and throw it not at us, but at our feet. It's a statement of disgust, monk-style. Although it's a far better display of anger than battling with spears and arrows, I'd be happy if a plague washed the filthy beasts off the face of the Earth.

"Fucker!" Luka shouts. One had bad aim, or maybe good aim. Luka has shit splattered from his toes to his knees.

I'm proud of the male. He keeps control, merely brandishing his spear as opposed to hurling it at the wrongdoer.

"I tolerate this in the name of peace," Luka shouts. "If you come for our female, I will kill you all."

Luka

We stand, spears brandished, until every humanoid in the area is far enough away that even Deklan can't smell them. Although how he smells anything except shit right now is beyond me. Those monkey fuckers. They're the lowest life form on the planet.

When the threat is gone, I walk into the forest and use a leaf to wipe as much shit off my legs as I can.

"Not a way to make a good first impression on our new mate." Deklan kids me, a small smile playing on his lips when I return from the brush.

"Don't be a fucker," I say with affection.

I know what people must think when they see us. I'm feline, he's wolven. They'd never think we were brothers, but we are. Our bond is stronger than blood. It's not just one-sided, either. He loves me, too. We'll be forever linked.

I was abandoned as a kit when I was too young to remember. I never decided which would hurt my heart less—to believe my mother abandoned me on purpose, or to think she was killed when I was merely a babe. To contemplate either choice brings heartbreak.

Dek was a lad of ten summers himself, already on his own. What possessed him to pick me up, carry me with him, and feed me? Even he can't explain. When he tells the story, he just shrugs and says he felt a powerful pull to the ginger tabby kit mewling along a forest path.

He's my brother and will love and protect me to his dying day. Mirron, on the other hand, we have a very different history.

When Deklan makes an exaggerated sniff and announces, "The threat is gone," we turn and walk to the cave, to our new mate.