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Anthro Sex Squad Story 2 - Winfred's Story

By Killenor

Arc 1 - Origins

Chapter 1

Where did I come from? Why am I who I am? I wonder why you even want to know. Oh, very well, I'll indulge you. There's not much to say about my younger days. I didn't know what life was truly all about for the longest time. My people are very solitary normally, though social structure does exist and is often exploited. No one likes living near anyone else and everyone keeps their territory clearly marked. Hunting is the main way of life for us and our community centers are always run by one male who oversees all the females' territories. I was always seen as a troublemaker when I was young. I suppose I shall tell you about that and then maybe you'll understand why I am who I am today. Back then I didn't even have a name. I was also the only cub that had actually met many of the neighboring females, who did not appreciate my curiosity at all...

***

A blond head poked up from among the bushes early one morning. The young wolverine cub's eyes scanned the entrance to the burrow, wary of the large female who lived there. She had no intention of doing any wrong, she simply felt playful and knew that the cubs who also lived there would be bored while their mother was away. There was never a time that the other cubs would have passed up a chance to cause mischief with her.

They all had cubs of their own, those females, and none of which were allowed to play with the cubs of others. The females all wanted strong, independent cubs who would respect their elders and become great and solitary hunters. They taught their cubs that friends were only friends until they wanted something, and everyone wanted something. Because of this, they wanted none of them to have anything to do with an overly-explorative wild-child who would ruin their cubs' impressionable minds. What was most amazing to the young female was how quickly the old females caught on. This time would be no exception.

"Hey!" the little female whispered into the cave entrance. At this sound, a young male in the cave appeared

"What do you want strangeling?" the male growled, "Mother told us not to talk to you no more." His siblings appeared alongside him.

"Ok, fine." said he young female casually. She shrugged, turned, and took a step away. Then, she looked over her shoulder at the group of cubs, "Then I guess I won't share... these!" she said in a most tempting way. In her paws had appeared several stones, riddled with small crystals that made them sparkle in the sunlight. The young cubs in the cave were captivated instantly. They ran pell-mell for the female, scrambling over one another to see the wonders she had brought. Just as they had reached her the stones had disappeared into her clothing.

"Awww why d'ya hafta tease us?" a small female sibling whined, "momma said you was bad..."

The young female looked hurt, "If I'm so bad, why would I want to show you where to get your own? All you wanted?"

Suddenly a shadow fell over the cubs. They all turned to see a very angry looking matron.

"You're bad," she said harshly, practically spitting her words, "because you corrupt my cubs, filling their heads with nonsense. You're bad... because you're wild and tricky. You're BAD!!! Because. I. SAY SO!!!" and with a feral growl the matron leaped at the young female. "TEMPTRESS!!! BRAT!!! STAY AWAY FROM MY CUBS!!!"

The chase lead on, the matron never overtaking the little female, but keeping threateningly close behind. The little female ran for all she was worth. She ran for the only safe place she could think of, her own burrow. The matron would never follow her onto her own mother's territory. Trespassing simply wasn't done in wolverine culture. Regardless of what the little female did, her mother was stronger than this matron. Home was safe.

The matron halted at the border, just as predicted. The little female ran on into a nearby bush.

"Strangeling! You will not ruin my cubs!" the matron called into the wooded area that was her rival's territory. "You dishonor your mother! You are a poor huntress! I will have nothing to do with you! I swear, the next time you are on my territory I'll..."

"You'll do what to my only daughter, Evara?" a voice spoke. Appearing out of some nearby trees was a large, angry female. Her eyes bored into the hostile matron, quelling most of her rage in an instant. This new female crossed her arms over her ample chest, allowing the feral hares she had been carrying to dangle freely from the loops in her clothes.

"Onefeh!" shouted Evara, her hackles rising with refreshed anger, "Your strangeling daughter was in my territory again! She was tempting my cubs away from their den. She should have been learning to hunt or to make home as mine were! I will not tolerate it from yours. The Grand Male will hear of this if it happens again and, favorite or not, you will have to answer for her!"

Evara stormed off, leaving Onefeh alone with her troublesome daughter. The little female shrank back against the stems of the bush as her mother's terrible gaze turned upon her. The blood that stained her mother's claws glistened in the piercing lights of the forest canopy as they reached for her. They closed roughly around the scruff of her neck, digging in as she was lifted up and away from the bush. She locked up as she had every time her mother scruffed her since she was born. She could only concentrate on the pain and shame of being carried this way.

***

The little female sat in a corner facing a wall. She played idly with the last few bones of the hare she had eaten. Only one this night, while her mother had made a great deal of devouring the other six that she had hunted that day right in front of her. Her chest still smarted from sliding across the floor when her mother had thrown her into their cave. Not so much as where her mother had beaten her, but it was a greater area to notice. At least her neck didn't hurt anymore she thought, chewing through the bone and swallowing the last of the flesh from the hare. No doubt when she had time to miss having a second or third hare, her mother would add insult to her injury with a lecture.

"If you had hunted with me this day, you would have had more to eat this night." Her mother started, causing her stomach to groan as if in agreement. "I had discovered a lovely bush with the sweetest berries today. I was going to show it to you if you had simply cleaned the cave today."

Sulking now, the little female began to wonder just where this bush was. As her mother talked onward about what was expected of her as a female and as a civil wolverine she was pondering. She knew almost all of the territories, both her mothers' and all the neighboring females. She had even crept so far as to the Grand Male's house once. Certainly she could find this bush.

"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!" her mother screamed. The little female had only enough time to look up at her mother before the blow fell. The both of her mother's fists slammed sideways into her shoulders, blasting the air from her lungs. She fell to the ground and coughed, trying to regain her breath.

"Let that and your hunger teach you. Tomorrow, you feed yourself without my help. If you go gallivanting and troubling the other females' cubs, then I'll let them do what they will with you and the Grand Male's legacy be damned. IS THAT CLEAR?!" Onefeh shouted at her daughter.

At her daughter's nod Onefeh snatched up a pile of fur blankets and threw them at her. "Be thankful I give you that much. They call you strangeling now, imagine what your name will be if you keep acting this way." she muttered as she wrapped herself in her own furs and drifted to sleep.

The little female kept quiet until her mother was soundly asleep, making sure that her snores came at an even rhythm. She got up from her midden, gritting her teeth against the cold that had crept into the cave to keep from shivering, and crept toward the door. The night outside was clear, but with just enough wind to send chill straight through her clothing. In the moonlight, she had no trouble navigating around the mound that formed her cave to the secret place that she knew her mother kept more food.

The small clearing was well hidden from view. The plants that grew around it were dense and had such an odor as to mask anything near them even if it be offal or excrement. A small fence stood, hidden within the plants which used it to grow ever higher. From the outside, one would easily mistake this clearing for a young stand of vegetation. The little female felt within the bushes for the special clasp of the gate.

Within the ring of plants was nestled a clearing. The grass was thick here and the moonlight shone in brightly making the whole place shine with silvery light. It was a bowl in the land, even and concave, lending to its secrecy even more. Lying about or shuffling lazily were several animals that had been caught but not killed. Small deer, wild pigs, fowl, and plenty of other feral herbivores. Here they were kept, nourished by the plentiful grasses and vigorous shrubs. The young female selected a rather fat piglet. She knew her mother rarely counted these beasts and they were constantly breeding. She would never miss just one fat piglet.

The young huntress crept in the dark, confident that she would easily overtake the stupid baby animal. The piglet was rutting around in the dirt, hoping to find some choice night-mushroom. Luckily for it, it had heard that it was being hunted. As the little female leaped for the piglet, it bolted, squealing its tiny head off. The female landed in the cold mud and cursed. She had barely gotten to her feet when.

WHAM!

The mother pig charged into her side, sending her sprawling back into the mud. The pig snorted, lining up for another charge. The little female looked up at her assailant, cold, hurt, hungry, and now, very very angry. The pig charged once more but the female was caught up in her own blinding rage. With a growl, the female returned the charge and bounded straight onto the female pig's back. The highly confused pig tried to buck off the crazed assailant but it was already too late. Claws sharp with youth sank into the mother's flank and held fast. Teeth sank into the fat of her neck and began to rend. The pig tried to roll, hoping to crush or dislodge her assailant, but the female was too quick. She tore her claws out in time to attack the now exposed underbelly of the pig. Now at the throat, she bit deeply until she felt jets of hot blood erupt into her mouth. She tore at the pigs belly all the while until the body went slack beneath her.

A sore, cold, and confused child stared out through the eyes of a killer. Her claws and face were matted with fresh blood and steam rose around her from the carcass she was latched onto. The blank, dead eyes of the female pig stared up at her, shining in the moonlight, a last look of animalistic terror remained frozen on its face. The little female was shocked. She hadn't meant to kill this one! When it had hurt her, she just... lost control. Her stomach reminded her then that it was still very hungry and that there was still a fresh kill at hand. Even more, it reminded her that she was a hunter, like it or not. Thus the little female wasted no time then in devouring as much pig as she could hold. The cold was creeping around her, penetrating her thin, and now wet, young fur. The blood had stained her clothing and together with the wet mud she knew she was in danger of catching cold or worse.