by Angela Foxxe
“I didn’t even know those were a thing,” Winston said with his eyes bulging.
“I knew, I thought you did, too,” Shawna replied. “They can’t see at night I guess so they hunt during the day; that’s what Freyna told me anyway.”
“How many are there?” Winston gasped.
“I don’t know, and I don’t want to find out,” Shawna said. “Let’s go make camp for the day and relax. I’m feeling pretty sore.”
Her pregnancy had progressed to the point where she was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Her pelvis was aching as well as her back, and all she wanted to do was sit down and take a load off her throbbing feet.
She noticed her boots weren’t fitting as well anymore as her ankles and calf muscles swelled due to all the walking. She felt heavy and sluggish as well. It was all she could do to not drink every drop of water they had brought with them from the glade they had left not four days ago.
“I can’t wait to get to Traz,” Shawna said. “I just want this pregnancy to be over. My god, I feel like a whale, my feet are swollen twice their size, and my hips feel like they’re gonna break.”
Winston just nodded in silence as he gathered items for a fire, then stopped. “We don’t want to draw attention to ourselves. Those behemoths down there might have a few brains in their heads.”
Shawna nodded as she eased herself down onto the dusty ground. “Yeah, they’re about as smart as a regular person,” she said. “After all, that’s what they are. They were people caught in the blast, but instead of turning into radzoms, they grew and grew…radiation does strange things to people, I tell you.”
“That means they’re over two hundred years old,” Winston said as he pulled out a strip of jerky from his backpack.
“Give or take, yeah. From what I learned from the crazy trader, they don’t age, the radiation keeps their cells from degenerating, and they are effectively immortal,” Shawna explained. “That’s what dad told me anyway.”
Winston nodded as he sat down next to her. “So we need to avoid those, radzoms, and the scorpions while we try to sneak through, great.”
“Well, it’s the only way, right? It isn’t like we have time to skirt to the south or north to take a boat down the coastline.”
Winston shook his head. “Would be even more dangerous,” he said as he pointed to the water. “Stone crabs are the least of our worries,” he said as a massive black shape moved through the gray-green water in the distance. “It could be a whale, it could be a shark, or it could be something even worse. Nobody knows because nobody has lived to talk about it.”
“So…” Shawna said.
“I was just told stories, like you were about the behemoths. Sometimes dolphin anima came to trade. They were very uncomfortable away from the water. They used to tell us stories of what you could find in the deep. I used to love those stories when I was a child. Tales of giant sharks, or overgrown fish with needle-like teeth the size of your arms and a glowing thing on their heads to lure you in. Eyes the size of saucers.”
“You don’t think those are in there?” Shawna replied horrified.
“Nah, those just live in the real deep areas I guess. The sea isn’t as bad as the land areas for mutations I guess,” he said as he put his arm around Shawna.
She snuggled in as he held her. “You know, this is probably the last somewhat relaxing day we’ll have for a while,” she said as she put her head on his strong shoulder.
Winston coughed. “You’re a bit too far along to safely do that,” he said as he put his hand on her leg. “I’m sorry, I just don’t want to start things before we’re safe.”
Shawna sighed. “True. I’m a little too sore for it anyway. Maybe a foot massage though?” she asked hopefully.
“That I’m comfortable doing,” Winston replied as he moved toward her feet. He removed her boots and put both her heels up on his shoulders to elevate them. “How’s that?”
“Thanks,” Shawna replied as she felt the pressure come off her feet. “It feels nice to put them up like that.”
Winston took her right foot in his strong hands and began to manipulate it gently by rubbing the heel first. He focused on the callused area, kneading it with his thumbs to relax the muscles.
Shawna closed her eyes and relished the feeling of Winston massaging her aching, swollen feet. Every stroke of his strong, capable fingers relaxed her feet and she felt their aching diminish bit by bit. He moved to her arch and she let out a soft moan as he started putting pressure in all the right spots.
The relaxing nature of the foot rub soothed Shawna’s raw nerves. Crossing the Glowing Desert was a daunting task, and she wasn’t sure if she was up for it, especially as pregnant as she was.
He rubbed her ankles and calf muscles, pushing the settled fluids back up to where they should be. He paid special attention to the toes and balls of her feet as he rubbed the tension out of them.
Shawna was in heaven. She would be aroused right now if she weren’t so heavily pregnant, but the foot rub would do. Oh this magnificent foot rub… she thought.
Winston started on the other foot and Shawna melted even further into the dust. Each deep pressure rub on her aching foot was better than sex could ever be at that moment.
He kissed her ankle as he rubbed her foot and felt his cock stir at the sight of his mate as absolute putty in his hands. With every soft moan he brought forth, his manhood twitched in response. It took him all the restraint he had to not bury himself deep inside of her, knowing that it could possibly kick start her labor.
Shawna moved her feet from his shoulders. “Okay that’s enough of that. I don’t want to go too overboard,” she said with a grin. She sat up and slid next to Winston who was in obvious distress. “Maybe I can take care of you at least,” she whispered as she placed her hand in his lap.
“You don’t have to…” he gasped as he felt her hand grasping his shaft through his robe.
“I want to,” she said as she started stroking him through his thin robe.
Winston let out a low growl as he felt her firm grip move up and down his cock. He grasped her wrist and removed her hand gently so as to open his robe.
“Just to make it easier,” he said huskily.
Shawna grinned and nuzzled his neck while she stroked him gently, sending shivers up and down his spine. Just because she couldn’t enjoy herself doesn’t mean he couldn’t. That and she wanted to see him as putty in her hands as well.
Her other hand moved up and caressed Winston’s muscular chest as she stroked his thick cock. Her fingers lightly traced his nipples then moved down to caress his rippling abs as he leaned back, enjoying the sensuous torture.
She moved her head down his muscular body, kissing and licking his salty skin as she made her way down to the scarlet red knob. Shawna took a deep breath and placed her mouth over the throbbing glans.
Winston’s eyes flew open as he felt Shawna’s mouth engulf him and he looked down. He didn’t know what to make of it but he didn’t want her to stop either so he said nothing as he held her black tresses off of her face.
As Winston’s cock filled her mouth she felt her pussy moisten with desire, but that wasn’t important. She felt a great sense of power as she manipulated this powerful alpha male’s sexual desire to the point where he was writhing and mewling on the ground.
She moved her mouth up and down, each stroke getting deeper until he hit the back of her throat. On each up stroke she added suction, making him moan even louder.
His hips bucked up but she placed a restraining hand on him. “You just lie there and enjoy this,” she said as she stopped.
“Sorry… it’s just…” he gasped as she plunged his throbbing dick deep into her throat once more.
She licked up the salty precum that was leaking non-stop from Winston’s member. She didn’t mind the taste as she devoured him completely. She sucked his dick with such expertise that he was helpless with need.
Shawna felt his cock twitch in her
mouth and she stopped, cupped his balls in her hand and applied pressure. “You’re not going to cum just yet, mister,” she purred in his ear.
Winston groaned as he was denied his immediate release and lay there helplessly as the throbbing ache grew between his legs. “You can’t hold me off for long,” he said with a grin. “Don’t need you injuring me.”
“I won’t,” Shawna said with a grin as she lightly licked his sensitive glans sending him back to insensibility.
Shawna teased poor Winston even longer with her expert cock sucking. She was loving every minute of having him at her complete mercy. After a while her jaw began to ache and she decided to allow the man to finally cum.
She started a regular head bobbing and sucking rhythm and Winston’s eyes rolled back in his head as Shawna started to suck his cock in earnest. Up and down her head moved as she sucked and licked his aching cock. He felt the familiar feeling of boiling in his balls and he tapped her on the head to let her know he was close.
She didn’t care. He let out a soft groan as she buried his cock deep into her throat and swallowed every last drop of his seed with every pulse. The taste wasn’t so bad, and when she lifted her head, Winston was laying there in the dust, breathlessly staring at the sky.
“Wow,” was all he could manage to say as he lay there gasping for breath.
“You’re welcome,” Shawna replied as she took a drink of water. “It was the least I could do for all the times you teased the shit out of me,” she said with a wink.
Winston grinned and sat up. “Well, as you said, this is going to be the last time we can really relax,” he said as he kissed her on the forehead. “Let’s try to sleep. Tonight we need to get at least part way through that Glowing Desert.”
Shawna nodded and lay down. She didn’t want to think of that peril just yet. She just wanted to relax with her lover for a little longer, was that too much to ask?
CHAPTER 13
They awoke as the sun was beginning to set and the couple ate and drank in silence. They knew they couldn’t make a sound as they crept through the broken city.
Shawna painstakingly shifted into her tiger body and Winston strapped the pack onto her. She couldn’t step into the straps on her own due to the thickness her pregnancy gave her so she needed his aid.
He then changed into his magnificent white tiger shape and stepped into his own pack. They needed to go swiftly yet silently, so as not to alert the scorpions to their presence.
The two large tigers made their way down the hill, creeping from bush to bush to take advantage of their camouflaging stripes. Hopefully no ferals or scorpions would alert the behemoths to their position, if found.
Shawna and Winston made it down the hill and they quickly padded behind a wall. The darkness was thick around them and all they could use was their nose and ears to navigate around the devastated former city of San Francisco.
Softly they walked, to not cause any vibrations in the ground to awaken any dormant giant scorpions, so softly that their progress through the city was agonizingly slow. Now Shawna knew why Freyna told them it would take them five days to get through. The life or death red light green light game they were playing with the mindless mutants of the waste was painstakingly slow.
Each placement of their paws had to be carefully planned as Winston lead her through the maze of buildings. He was listening for the telltale skittering below him, and whenever he heard it, he froze in his tracks.
Suddenly, they felt a shudder, and another, followed by another, outside of the building they were hiding in. The two tigers pressed themselves against the crumbling brick wall to hide from whatever was coming their way.
Shawna’s nose was assaulted by the stench of rotten carrion and body odor and it was all she could do not to vomit and give away their location. If she was human she might not have had such a problem with the stench, but her tiger shape heightened her senses tenfold. She changed back into her human shape to give her body, and developing child, a break from the strain, not knowing how long they’d be trapped in this building by the monster outside.
She felt her baby kick her ribs, hard, making her breath catch in her throat at the unexpected pain. Winston gave her a flat glare to keep her silent, but all she could do was shake her head and point at her stomach.
Immediately after her infant kicked her, she felt strong pressure across her stomach as she stood there. Shawna doubled over and tried to breathe silently through the pain that washed over her. Oh god, it had better not be labor, she thought.
Winston looked at her with fear in his golden tiger eyes as he, too, hoped that it wasn’t labor. She was far enough along for it to take place, but not without complications for the baby. A preterm infant would surely perish in this unforgiving wasteland, and he didn’t want that.
Shawna breathed deep as the contraction ended. The shaking outside got more intense as the monster neared their hiding place.
Both Shawna and Winston squeezed their bodies as far into the shadows as they possibly could so whatever was approaching couldn’t see them.
She heard a low rumble from over head and was assaulted by the stench of fetid breath as the giant mutated human poked its head over the crumbling brick wall. Shawna looked up and saw the moon gleaming on the behemoth’s sickly green skin as it poked its bald head around.
The creature’s nose was large and bulbous, its brows were prominent and the glowing green eyes were sunk deep beneath them. The giant’s forehead was sloped back giving the massive creature a distinct Neanderthal look.
Mortar fell down onto Shawna’s brown hair as the behemoth placed its massive hand on the wall to stabilize itself while it inspected the small, destroyed building in which they were hiding.
Her heart was beating in her chest as the giant withdrew its bald head from the crumbling brick house. She hoped it wasn’t about to punch the wall down to come get them. All these scenarios were going through her mind and it wasn’t pretty.
Shawna braced herself for the inevitable as she felt the heavy steps start up again. Well, it was a great ride, she thought. Found love, got pregnant, never got to meet my baby; this sucks. She closed her eyes tight and waited for the feeling of a massive hand wrapping around her to lift her up to her inevitable doom.
“Me see nothing. Me no understand what bug things are worried about. Bug things stupid. Bug things woke Grool up from sleep. Grool need food. Grool might eat a bug thing to punish,” she heard a low voice rumble. “Why me told to patrol. Me tired,” the behemoth whined as it walked away, shaking mortar out from between the crumbling bricks.
They both breathed a sigh of relief as the massive humanoid trundled away on its patrol. She looked at Winston and cocked her head questioningly.
He just shook his and poked his head out from behind the wall to check for the all clear.
Satisfied that the stench from the behemoth was fading away in the distance, Winston motioned for Shawna to resume following him. Her heart was beating like a drum in her chest from the close call with the behemoth. She really didn’t want to be bitten in half by the giant mutant.
They slowly worked their way through the destroyed city, one building at a time. When they walked into one building, Winston suddenly stopped and started backing out, hitting her square in the face with his rump.
“He…” she started before Winston silenced her, pointing his nose at a pile of sleeping radzoms.
Oh shit, she thought as she quietly backed out of the burnt out husk. If those woke up, they were good as dead.
Winston turned to the right and tried to find another way through. Each direction he checked was met with a pile of impassable rubble. He looked up and noticed the sky was brightening as the earth turned inexorably toward the sun once again.
He felt a moment of mild panic knowing he had to find somewhere to hide for the day. They could backtrack to the house they were in when the behemoth walked by, he thought to himself, but he didn’t want to lose the four hours of slow pr
ogress they had made.
He inspected the area and found a secret trap door next to one of the brick walls that littered the area. He scraped the door clean with his paw and sniffed the crack surrounding it to make sure there was no imminent danger inside. They had been in the area long enough to know what the scorpions and radzoms smelled like, and he didn’t smell anything of the sort, so he changed quickly into his human body, ripped open the door, and changed back into the shape of a magnificent white tiger.
He poked his head into the darkness and sniffed around. He caught a familiar scent and wanted to investigate further.
Shawna looked to the sky, saw it rapidly lightening, and urged Winston to do something with her body language.
He flattened his ears against his broad head and jumped down into the darkness. Shawna awkwardly followed suit, jumping the five feet down from the trap door, landing heavily on her paws.
Winston changed back to his human body, and Shawna followed suit. “We should be safe down here for the day. There isn’t anything down here anyway,” he said as he walked forward in the darkness.
“How can you tell? I can’t see shit,” Shawna replied as she fumbled forward.
“There’s a door up ahead,” Winston said as he saw a faint glimmer of light at the end of the black hallway.
“Wait, I see light, there’s someone here!” Shawna whispered nervously. “What if…?”
“Shush, if they’re hiding here they must be doing it for a good reason. Let’s go,” he said as he cautiously crept forward.
When he reached the door, he put his hand on the wood and listened for a while. He heard movement inside, but no growls or any other threatening noises, so he pushed it open.
As the door swung open a small, fragile old woman leaped from her seat, brandishing a rusty old pipe pistol. She pointed it in their direction.
“What do you want? I’ve got nothing, leave me alone!” she barked as her shaking hands pointed the ramshackle firearm in their direction.
