‘In retrospect I should have seen this coming,’ Barry thought to himself as he superspeeded
around the clearing that was their latest camp. Things had been going along
easy enough. They had covered quite a distance, using the cover of night to
move past empty highways and sleep towns towards new forests. If Barry had to
wager he’d say they’d made it all the way across country in about a week and
were now deep in the Rocky Mountains. There were forests there where few humans
ever walked and thus they had been given their privacy. Deep forests, quiet
save for the snorts and bellows of the animals. They had left civilization far
beyond, not just in distance but mentally as well. Their new lives, though only
a few days into them, saw them roaming like nomads, the sun dancing on their
naked skin, their feet pitch black from dirt, all manner of sap and mud coating
their bodies. It was hard to stay clean when you were rolling around having sex
half the time.
They had made the best of it. Sometimes they talked and
joked, discussing their old lives. They never got wistful, Barry noticed… it
was more of a casual thing, like one would discuss high school after having
graduated years and years before. “Remember when we use to wear pants?” someone
would ask and they would shake their heads and laugh. “Remember when we could
fit into buildings?” “What about that time where we actually went more than a
day without fucking each other? How strange was that?”
They had truly become a part of the natural world. They
stalked the forests for food and moved through the trees like the entire forest
was their home… which it very much was. When they weren’t giving into their
sexual desires they were either lounging about or seeking out something for
their bellies. Little else mattered. Just a day earlier Caitlin had been able
to prove that, yes, Bigfoot was very real.
They also proved Bigfoots, despite the hair, tasted very good.
They had adapted, embracing what some might call madness and
giving in to their new lives. They didn’t fight their savage sides so much as just
accept them as something that occurred. Every once and a while one of them
would forget how to talk properly and demand to be fucked. The others were
shrug and do just that. Simple and easy. Yes, the change was triggered by
stress or heightened emotions but it could also come without warning.
‘Heightened emotions,’ Barry thought to himself as he
hurried over to Iris. ‘Kinda like childbirth, you idiot.’
He’d awoken in the middle of the night to find his three
mates leaning against trees and grunting and growling. He’d been confused, at
first, until his bare foot came in contact with several massive puddles and he’d
realized that all three had just had their water break. Even though he was over
40 feet tall Barry had panicked like any new father and tried to figure out
what to do.
The ladies, though, seemed to have things handled just fine.
“Are you okay?” Barry asked Iris. “I can get water-“
Iris just growled.
“Okay,” Barry said, stepping back. He looked at Felicity and
Caitlin and saw they too were not in the mood to talk. In fact, he wasn’t for
sure they could. This was more than being savage… they had gone fully feral and
were acting like wolves or lions. Rather than sit on the ground or lay down
with their legs spread each of them had found a sturdy redwood and leaned
against it, squatting down while their toes curled in deep into the earth. Occasionally
one would snarl or snort but otherwise they didn’t speak at all and focused on
doing what needed to be done. Barry was at a complete loss; part of him wished
he could just go savage himself and wake up when everything was over but his
worry that something might go wrong weighed heavily on and prevented him from
just letting go.
He heard Felicity let out a roar that made the forest
tremble and he turned in time to hear a second, higher-pitched squeal fill the
air. He stared in shock as Felicity fell down on her rear, her hands going to
gather up the crying, flailing little (well, for him, anyway) infant that was
lying between her legs. Barry just stared in shock, walking over to Felicity
slowly, worried that, in her feral state, she might attack him like a mama
grizzly or hurt their child.
Their child… that thought made him feel at once very weak
and very strong.
Instead Felicity merely nodded before leaning down, licking
the birthing fluid from her daughter’s skin… before cutting the imbilical cord
with her own teeth. Barry grimaced at that but didn’t say a word as Felicity cradled
their child, guiding the now gurgling infant to her bloated breast.
Barry didn’t have time to admire the sight as Iris and
Caitlin let out moans to let him know his other children were on the way.