by Deb Stratton
“Please listen to me for just a moment Em, tonight you will breed with Stem. You will become as one. You will not experience the act as you have up above. What you call intimacy does not exist here. It is mating in its real and raw form. I wish you the best. I will see you soon for your check up.” She smiled and walked me out.
And just like that she looked around the corner and had someone walk me back. A big hairy woman that was kind and stocky in a prison guard sort of way. We walked slowly and I thanked her as we arrived back to my home area. We stopped in the doorway and Stem jumped to his feet by the fire and stared into my eyes. We just stood apart looking at each other. Knowing that tonight was our night to initiate me into his world.
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He was very quiet and nervous. We spent a while longer looking at each other and he barely moved. His hands were opening and closing and he appeared to be in deep thought. I am sure it was the sight of me in the fur for the first time that kept him looking.
I convinced Stem to sit down by the fire and walked over to him. He touched my hairy coverings and lifted them as if checking the workmanship. His first reaction to my new style was a smile I had not seen before and even though Barka said that this species did not know intimacy, I questioned that. I felt his concern and also his fascination with me.
I touched his hand and as the evening began, I knew that it was close to the time of reckoning. I was not sure what I was supposed to do. Would he kiss me or want to take me to his sleeping area? As he stirred the fire I sat with my thoughts. I was a bit cold. I needed my sweatshirt. It has become a security blanket to me and I wanted it.
Stem took out some meat and warmed it by the fire. As he warmed each piece he fed it to me. An offering I suppose. To show me that he cares for me. I thanked him as usual and asked if he has ever chosen someone
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before. He looked good. Like he had prepared for this night and he avoided my question. He then said no. I was curious as to why. I was so intrigued by everything that I started to give myself a headache thinking about it. We sat and ate. I tried to tell a funny story about a movie I had seen. I noticed while I was talking that he was looking at the stone on the necklace that I had made for him. I think that he liked it. It meant something to him and that made me happy. I took a drink of my water bottle and swished it around to clean my teeth the best I could.
I liked the flavor of the meat and had noticed that I was losing weight from this diet. Not a lot but enough to notice. I felt healthier.
Stem stood up and held the stone on his necklace in his hand. He took his open hand and reached out for mine. I complied and stood up facing him. As I looked up he bent down and smelled my hair. He smelled my neck and at that moment I felt his hand come up my back and take my hair in his hand. Not forcefully but strong enough to pull my head back while he continued to breathe me in. At that moment I lost myself and allowed him to have his way. I wanted to give him what he waited for.
He took his free arm and hugged the lower part of my back lifting me up to his height. I kept my eyes
closed as I felt his breath on my neck and shoulders. His breathing was heavy and he held me tight. He turned around and let me fall to the floor on my feet. I felt the room spin as he stood behind me with his hands on my back walking me forward to the large ledge of his resting spot. My feet were bare and felt roughed up from the dirt under my toes. I dug in as he ripped my coverings off and held my head down on the brown clay colored dirt. At that moment I felt violated and excited at the same time.
As he coasted into me I felt his breathing on my back. As he entered I squinted and held my breath. His interest in me felt like more than just a breeder. We both started to enjoy this feeling and I let him have his moment. I gave him the gift that no one else had given to him.
As his breathing slowed I knew that he was pleased. He backed away and rolled me over while he looked at my face. The look...It is always in his eyes. He moved the hair off of my face and wiped the dirt off. He took my hand and walked me to my cot and said to me that I may change. He did not want to let go, but he did.
I said with a smile, “how about a swim tonight?”
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His face filled with joy as he was assured right then that I was not hurt or angry with him. I grabbed my damp clothes and hung them up, and headed to the water area with a burst of energy. It was unusual and frightening. It was exciting and different. So many different feelings were inside of me and to honest with myself, I had not felt this alive in a very long time.
I dove into the water the best that I could considering the depth. I splashed him and floated by. I soaked and relaxed. I enjoyed the feeling of the warm water on me. It was a nice day and a thrilling evening filled with feelings I have never known. I swam to him and held the rock around his neck.
And then I said, “Thank you Stem, for caring for me.”
He said in return, “Tonight I must hunt. It is tradition to mark the day of my new life. I will hunt and return by sun up above ground while you rest.”
That made me worry a bit with Broken the Bigfoot man around I was scared to sleep on my own. I wanted to tell him that but before I got the chance to, as we walked back to our area, his parents were inside waiting by the fire.
“They will stay with you while I hunt. You will be safe.”
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I felt relieved and I felt shy. His father was covered in gray hair and his mother had such a kind personality but was definitely older and needed rest. I nodded to him and thanked them for coming. They went to rest in his area while he gathered his sacks. He stirred the fire one last time and left for the path.
I was so happy to go to the crate, and get my warm clothes on. I had my cotton towels and had such an eventful day that I knew I would rest well. I laid there thinking about life again. I could not help it. My mind was just so busy with thoughts. I had fallen asleep content, knowing that all is well, right this moment. All is well.
Dreaming with visions of Stem up above in the forest hunting. I am not sure if where I am is very close to the woods that were near my house. I see him walking through the leaves and tall weeds. I see him looking for a deer or wild boar. I wondered what he would actually use to kill his prey. Would it just be with his bare hands?
The fire flame went out and it was enough smoke to wake me from my dream. I sat up on my cot and seen
Stem’s family sleeping and walked over to the fire to stir
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it a bit to get the red coals together enough to blow on it. That always seems to work to get a little flame. It is actually nice to have him away for a moment so I can feel in charge. Not that he is very controlling but I love playing with fire. I will make use of my time alone and head to the crate. I am also going to go out and wash up even though I was advised against it because of Broken Bigfoot. I have not seen him again and he must just wander from common area to common area.
Yes I will take a quick swim. And a wash of my clothes to hang up will be nice. I will feel in order for the first time since I have been here. I am a bit disturbed and intrigued at the same time about the relations we had last night.
It was actually very exciting and he is actually a very kind and caring man. I am not sure why my path in life led me in this direction but I am making the best of it until I know how to change the situation.
I want to go home and then on the other hand I am happy to feel like my own person. I have lost that feeling for many years being a wife and mother. Everything I did was always about them and never for just me. I am not complaining. I am just being honest with myself. I was in a very rigid daily routine of motherhood and it was to the point where I literally was just a maid, just a driver, just a provider.
No one ever took the time to ask me about me. I guess that is why I enjoyed my walks so much alone. I do miss my dog. I did miss her the most out of everything that I left behind besides my family. I know that sounded cruel but it is how I felt.
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headed to the water and looked around carefully. At the far end that female that I had met long ago was here. Mary was sweeping the table area with a large branched broom. It looked much like the old witch brooms I had seen on display at Halloween shops. She was cleaning and gave a wave. I felt comfortable knowing she was nearby. I jumped in the water and splashed around. I rinsed my clothing out. I had plenty of the cotton towels left and this would give me a new stack of clean ones.
I had some marks on me from Stem. Just small burn like areas maybe from his hair rubbing me. It is almost like a carpet burn. I want to trim his hair and brush it.
That sounds crazy but I do. It is very fine and not crazy at all. The thickness is just right and I can see now how it must protect him while being up above. His long arms and muscular body has a cover in brown hair with a reddish blonde tinge. I have seen others with darker hair and some more red in the corridors. What I really liked
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about Stem’s appearance was his facial features. The sides of his face had shorter hair like a beard. Setting off his smile and big brown eyes.
I am sure that I am missing some information when it comes to their self-care. Like how they live in certain ways. I am not seeing what I believe is happening around here. I know there must be a way that they are taking care of their teeth and their bodies. It is too obvious to me. Only because there is not a lot of foul odor. There is some but not as much as you would think.
It is natural and sweaty but not dirty or foul. I am hoping to discover their secrets so I may get out of that dirt room and be able to feel more comfortable.
My swim is over and I gather up my wet items to take back with me. Mary is still across the room and it is quiet. I am guessing it is about 5am but really that is just a guess. I will hang my clothes and warm some meat. If the family still continues to sleep I may lay back down for a bit. I am not sure how long Stem will be away. How did he get up there? There must be a way nearby and there must be a way to actually get what he has hunted down here easily. I can see though that the same type well that I fell into would easily trap animals. That is an excellent plan on their part. Maybe it was for animals and I just happened along at the wrong time.
The sack was filled with new meat and I grabbed just a few to warm up. The fire coals were warm and felt good. It was still comforting to just sit and relax without a lot of stress and worry about what is happening around me. I think that it will be a good day. I am happy to be safe and taken care of in such a kind way.
While resting on my cot with my warm hoodie I sense something.
Above ground, Stem is hurdling through the thick woods with his kill.
He has spent several hours tracking down a whitetail doe and a buck. As he traveled through the weeds and stomped through the mud he stopped to listen carefully to noises around him.
He moves swiftly and drops off his prey near the area that he uses to access our underground village. He takes special notice to campers and tents. This is usually the best way to carefully pick up a few desired items.
He collected a few stainless steel marshmallow sticks and a small cooking grate off the fire top. Also there was a beautiful oil lantern. He is careful not to alarm anyone or make his presence known. I see him in my
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thoughts walking through the streams and hills to find his way home.
I had only heard a few stories in my lifetime of the Bigfoot and other species that is similar. Not one time had I ever heard that one had been captured, harmed or killed.
I know there must have been thousands of sightings over the years in the states surrounding Missouri and here I was smack in the middle of the best evidence anyone could ever find.
Bigfoot exists and there may be thousands, even though, I have only seen less than 30 or so. I am sure that there is many more. They must be quick and elusive. The power they have physically allows them to make it home safely and without harm.
I wonder if there are traps out in the forests and woods that humans have made to attempt to capture them. I had only seen news stories that would show people in the woods looking for them and it was always at night. Most sightings must be at night however most photos I have seen were always in daylight.
I am anxious to know the details of every question I have in my mind. I am now living in a new world and am adapting quickly. I am torn between trying to accept this new relationship and being titled a breeder. And
also wanting to get out of here immediately. I feel like I may be losing my mind. I may not be ok.
I snuggle on my cot with my eyes closed and hear Stem’s parents wake up and head to the hallway. They know the secret of avoiding my crate area. I wish I knew where they were going. I am just going to stay right here. I am emotionally and physically drained.
I hear commotion in the hallway. It sounds like many others coming down the paths. I continue to lay still and not look at them directly as they walk by. There is a group of more than 10 so far. They were shaking the walls from the weight of their footsteps.
Suddenly I hear Stems voice. He has returned! I hear everyone cheering and making loud noises to greet each other. He has returned from his hunting trip which was a celebration of our time together. I have not thought too much of that for most of the night and am curious to know if it will happen again.
It was a quick trip. It was only one night. Stem showed up in the doorway and I greeted him with a smile. His family had not really said much to me and that is ok. They just are not that way.
It was not until he left that I actually thought of him
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much. And now seeing him kind of makes me happy. I am sure he is happy to see me as well and he heads over to the fire pit to place the newly found items that he gathered during his trip. He then walks up to me and with a kind and caring voice he said “Em I am glad to see you, I thought of you while I was away and I found a gift for you.”
I was like a little kid on Christmas morning at that point. I wonder what it could be. I stood before him and squeezed my eyes shut as tightly as I could. Holding out my hands while saying READY! I felt him whisk by and because of his size the breeze tells me he went to the pathway.
One moment later I am tempted to peek but keep my patience and soon I feel him place something very large and heavy on my hands. It feels like a belt or a strap. I open my eyes and I am staring at the strap of a huge duffel bag. Not just a small or medium but extra-large! It is packed full and covered in dirt. He must have drug it through the woods for many hours.
“I found this up above. I hope that it will make your day good.” He said.
Dragging over to my cot, I am having visions of being home again with the feeling of new stuff after a shopping trip. Could I really find some joy in this bag?
He spent some time over by the fire with his new items and worked on the fire while looking over at me with the eyebrow raising thought of why I had not opened it yet. I smiled and grabbed that big zipper and opened the bag. The bag was filled with clothing, shampoo and soap! There was unopened toothbrushes and toothpaste! Digging in further I had found deodorant, a hairbrush, socks, playing cards, a coffee mug and a bag of coffee. There was so many treasures in this bag that I was brought to tears to see it all.
I knew that some of the things were used and old, but I had no need to worry about that. I could tell by the Cabela's bag that the person who had owned this had great shopping taste. I wonder who she was. I wonder if he went near a campground or some campers out in the woods. I wish there was another bag filled with something for him. I am sure he can have all of the bags that he would like but has no use for them.
The simple life requires no extra fun. I know that he may enjoy some of these items. I am going to search for something to make some coffee over that fire if it is the last thing I do.
I am also going to take that soap with me to the water tonight, if he is around and wants to go. I
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am wondering if he will be going again so
on? How often do they hunt and travel? I know it must be a huge risk to go to an area where this bag may have been. I am thankful for it.
I take my brush and go sit by him at the fire. I brush my hair a bit and then take his hand to show him how it feels afterwards. My hair is so oily and straight. Washing it in the water helps but it does not really get it clean. I am going to scrub up and my thoughts are bouncing around in my head creating ideas of what fun it will be. Maybe he will let me show him how to use this stuff.
I feel like he will try something new if I show him how amazing it is. The comforts of life are a reality today. I could not be happier than I was right at this moment. I thought about the busy world up above and wondered what everyone was doing. I am becoming one with this life now because I needed to for survival reasons. I am not sure that I can even call home my home anymore. It was where I lived. It was where my happiness was. It was gone in one moment. The moment I fell into that well.
