Surviving Solitude Part 13
We were going to the river, my sisters and I, to see if there were any game to find. But what we found was no joke. Scattered along the gravel strewn riverbed were four people. A husky, a lion, two goats. When we approached them, they looked as if they'd been lying there for a while now. We dragged them to lay under a tree, out of the sun.
Then my sister spoke in a hushed voice, "We got two more over here. One is to, the other is out cold." Walking over to the brush besides Carol, I watched what these two were doing. From what I can see, a bull was lying on his back, with his chest being pressed on my a ram.
He was grunting, and saying, "Don't die on me." Over and over he continued, until the battered bull gasped for air, choking on water. Signaling Carol and Cherie, we decided to confront these two. Besides, their weapons were across the small creek.
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Searching for a weapon for my resurrected savior, I got hold of a stone, ready to cast it upon those who planned on harming my Aiden. Even though I have been cold to him earlier, I was broken in his presence; like thawed meat. The three women aimed their rifles, ready to fire as I was to them.
"We intend no harm." Said the one at my left, putting her rifle over her shoulder. She was a tall feline, with a blended speckle of black, orange, and white fur. The one next to her had fur black as night, even in broad daylight. The last one was the shorter than the others, having gray fur with dark gray streaks. They all wore similar outfits, tank tops and mini shorts. As my arm lowered, the bull comforted me by holding my hand, holding the stone. I let the stone drop beside our knees, then brung him up to me. Soon, the three women came close, all kneeling down beside my face with pity in their eyes. I wondered why they had a concerned look on their face. Then I realized I had been crying with my face half buried in Aiden's shoulder.
My comfy cousin laid his head on mine, then asked, "Where are the others?" Although I couldn't see them, I felt his fingers gently scratch the back of my head. This brought my tears to a halt, with drowsiness taking over my eyes, biding me to fall asleep.
"The other people? They looked fine, just put them by a tree in the shade over yonder." Said the Bombay(black cat).
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"So who are ya'll?" Asked the lion, chewing on some food we gave them. Earlier we lead the group of refugees, by the looks, to our little colony. There, we've been surviving the disaster for a while, mainly as a gathering and hunting society of 47 people. Everyone did their share, including the children.
"I'm Candy. This is Carol, the Bombay. And that there is Cherie, our Serbian friend." They each waved as I said their names. Nodding approvingly, he resumed eating. A husky came in with a bowl in each hand, and looked around the picnic area we were sitting at. Since the houses we built were only for beds, everyone eats, plays, works, and uses the restroom outside.
"Have any of you seen Nate?" He asked, placing a bowl in front of me. It already had a spoon resting inside.
"Oh, thank you. You know I could've gotten some grub myself. Yeah, um. He's taking a bath over by the river behind us," I said, picking up some folded clothes, "he forgot his change of new clothes, so can you take this to him, since you are already on your way there." He balanced the clothes in his free hand, and smiled at me with a small nod before walking on his way. As he left, I stared at his butt, mesmerized by the swishing of his cute tail.
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I guess it would be an embarrassing day for Nate if he were to not have any extra clothes tonight. It was a pretty hectic day, and a bath does sound good now. Walking to the river bank, I saw his mangled clothes on a log, with him waist deep in the water. I set his clothes and food down, took off my clothes, then waded in with his food. The cool water felt nice.
"I brought you some food." He turned around, then began wading to me.
As we met, he took the bowl and said, "Thanks." I watched the moonlight glow against his jumping Adam's apple, his neck stretching more and more open for me to see all his beauty. When he finished, i returned the dish onto the log, and returned to the happy ram. I didn't care for modesty, mainly because we all have seen each other before.
As I came nearer, he came in for an embrace. His body quivered at my touch. His musky smell of sweat filled my nostrils. It was an odd yet delightful smell. An earthy, clean aroma. As the hug lengthened in time, our members soon began lengthening themselves.
"Glad to see you are happy again." I said, kissing his cheek. The tops seemed to of float over the water, drifting lazily towards one another. Just as they pecked, they twitched away and pecked again. We jolted at the sensation. Perhaps it was too much for Nate, because he already took hold and worked vigorously on the both of us. I felt weak at the legs, and clung onto the ram's broad shoulders. Our breathing was intense. I could feel his muscles twitching and tensing as he continued.
"Nate... I'm gonna..." The pleasure was building up so much, it was almost impossible to hold back. Just as we let out moans of climactic pleasure, a clap startled us. It was Aiden, sitting on the log. His arms were crossed over his bare chest, his ankle resting on the opposite knee.
He stood up and said, "Quite a show there fellas." As we got out, we flipped him off, getting a cute laugh out of him.
"If you wanted to join us, you could've came in." I said, drying off my fur.
"Some other time." He said with a sneer. While putting on our clothes, Aiden gave Nate a kiss on the forehead and said before walking off, "thanks for saving me."
As we settle down to sleep in our 4 bed hut, I felt restless. Getting up, I silently crept over to Nate, who looked like an angel when asleep.
"Psst," I said as softly as I could, "you awake?" His eyes pried open with a small grin. I took that as a yes. "Can't sleep?"
"No."
"How about we do something fun?" It was close to midnight, so I presume, and everyone was asleep. Nate sat up, looked at Chase and Aiden, then at me with a grin wider than the Grinch's smile. He put his mouth close to my ear, so close I could feel his breath softly blowing against it.
"I have an idea."
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