Warrior Wolf Women of the Wasteland

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by Carlton Mellick III


  She sighs and gathers her thoughts.

  “When I saw you eaten by that creature, and I thought you were dead, I was horrified,” she says. “It felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest.”

  After a pause, she says, “But then I felt a wave of relief. I didn’t understand why at first. But then I thought about it, and realized that I was relieved that I wouldn’t have to be with you anymore.”

  I remove my arms from her. A pain wells up from the inside of my guts.

  “Don’t get me wrong,” she continues. “I’m happy you survived. More so than I can explain. But I’m also kind of angry for some reason. I don’t really understand why I feel this way. Maybe it’s because you remind me of my old life. I just want to forget about my old life.”

  She hugs me with all her strength and begins to cry. She weeps so much she can hardly speak, as she says, “I just think it would be better if we went separate ways. We have no future together. I’m a Warrior. Someday I will be wolf like my big sisters. I want this to happen. I can’t have somebody like you holding me back, preventing me from going all the way, into the wild.”

  She kisses me and I kiss her back. I don’t speak. I can’t think of anything to say to her. We climb down from the tree and make love in the woods. Unlike last time, we both let loose. We put all of our passion into it. When Nova comes, she orgasms so powerfully that it causes her to transform three times the amount as any transformation I have seen before. Hair sprouts on her arms and chest. Her face twists and stretches until a muzzle forms. Her muscles bulge and pop all over her body.

  After she collapses on top of me, we nuzzle our faces together, holding each other in silence. I hold her tight with all of my limbs, not wanting to let her go.

  When she leaves, she doesn’t look at me. She just gets up, grabs her clothes, and wanders away naked through the forest. That was her goodbye. No words, no gestures, just an intense physical connection.

  “I told you,” Talon says, looking at me somberly as the Warriors rev their engines to leave. “We’re just not meant to be together.”

  “I still believe in compromise,” I tell her.

  “I know you do,” she says.

  Talon says her goodbye and then gets on her motorcycle. She looks back only for a second to hail my bravery with the raising of an axe over her head. Then she rides off, leading the caravan of wolf women out of the woods, to find a new home far away from here.

  I slump down on a log by a smoldering campfire, placing my forehead into my hands. Part of me wishes I just would have gone with the Warriors anyway. Even if Nova doesn’t want to be with me now, she might change her mind someday. At least I would have some friends, and a purpose. But there is another part of me that knows November will never again be the girl I fell in love with when I was a kid. We’ve grown too far apart. It’s probably best if we go our separate ways. I still think Talon is wrong. Men and women can be together in this world. But for Nova and I, we weren’t meant to be.

  After a few minutes, I hear an engine roaring through the woods. When I look up, I see a motorcycle entering the camp. Pippi’s face gleams at me as she pulls up to the campfire.

  “I didn’t know you weren’t coming with us,” she says, getting down off of the bike and turning off the motor.

  “I don’t belong with the Warriors,” I say.

  She squats down in front of me, trying to look me in the eyes as I stare into the dirt.

  “Huh,” she says.

  She sits down on the log next to me. “What are you going to do, then?”

  I inch away from her.

  “I have no idea,” I say.

  “You’re not going to join the Meat, are you?” She asks me this with an angry tone.

  “I don’t know,” I say. “I don’t want to.”

  “Are you going to just stay here, then? All by yourself?”

  I shrug. “Maybe.”

  “Okay,” she says, smacking her hands into her lap. “Then I’ll stay with you.”

  She looks at me with a big smile on her face.

  “What?”

  That was the last thing I wanted to hear her say.

  “Well, you’re going to get eaten by one of my big sisters if you’re all alone. You need me to protect you. And I want you to help me raise my baby.”

  She holds her stomach at me.

  “But you’re a Warrior,” I say. “You belong with your own kind.”

  “Yeah, but this is my home,” she says. “I lived in these woods my entire life. I’d rather stay than leave with the others.”

  She puts one of my hands in hers.

  “Besides,” she says, “this way I don’t have to worry about other people messing with my things.”

  By other people she must mean Nova, and by things she must mean me.

  “So what do you say?” she asks.

  “I don’t know.”

  “Come on,” she says. “What else are you going to do?”

  I find it strange that she is actually trying to persuade me rather than order me to agree.

  “Fine,” I say. “We’ll give it a try.”

  I’m not sure if I agree because I don’t know what else to do, because I don’t want to be alone, or because I’m worried about what she’ll do to me if I refuse. I decide that it’s all of the above.

  Pippi and I move into an old building in an ancient ruined city not too far from McDonaldland. I decide to reinforce the structure the best I can so that it doesn’t come crashing down on us someday. At first, being with Pippi is a living hell. She still tells me what to do as if I’m still her property. But after a while I begin to warm up to her. She’s not all teeth and claws.

  After a few months, new women join our group as they are cast out of McDonaldland. From their stories, not much seems to have changed there. Yet. We also let some mutant men join our camp, but not many of them stay. I hear that Krall is doing well as leader of the Outlanders. He is working on a way to remove the parasites from infected citizens and reverse the effects, but I’m not sure how successful he’s been. Perhaps one day the mutations will come to an end, but until then the wasteland continues to fill with outcasts.

  Pippi has her baby. We haven’t named him yet, but she calls it her Puppy. I really hope the name doesn’t stick. She wants to have another one soon, so we’ve already started working on it. We don’t have sex very much. I do as Talon recommended and focus more on foreplay than actual penetration. When we’re turned on enough, we have a quick burst of sexual intercourse. Sometimes Pippi has an orgasm, sometimes she doesn’t. Either way, her transformations are not very drastic.

  She doesn’t really want to turn any time soon. She says she wants to wait until her children are grown up. Then she wants to become a giant wolf and run wild with her big sisters, hunting and eating plump little men who cross her path. Sometimes she even teases about how she’ll eat me when she’s a big wolf. I don’t know if she’s serious or not, but I wouldn’t doubt it.

  A year ago, I ran into a black wolf in the woods. It was larger than a car, but not quite as big as a bus. The beast didn’t growl or attack. It gazed at me not with a hungry stare, but one of longing. It crept slowly up to me, sniffed me, and then licked me across the face.

  When I looked into its enormous eyes, I swear that I could see Nova looking back at me. With all she had been through, it seemed likely that she would want to turn as soon as possible, leave her memories behind and embrace the wilderness absolutely.

  She couldn’t possibly have remembered me in that state, but there definitely seemed to have been some kind of recognition. A familiar smell, perhaps. An instinct.

  The wolf nuzzled its enormous black head against mine, breathing heavily and wagging its tail. It closed its eyes. I closed mine, and hugged its large fluffy neck, imagining it to be Nova. I inhaled the smell of her hair, imagining the time I held her in my arms when we were young, on our picnic overlooking farm country.

  After a few minutes, the wolf
squished its nose against my chest like it was giving me a quick kiss. Then the wolf turned and dashed away, looking back only once. I haven’t seen that particular wolf since.

  Eventually, our group becomes large enough to be called the Warriors of the Wild once more. A woman with strength of leadership takes charge of the group. She is wise and filled with courage, but Pippi still likes to pretend she is in charge.

  Pippi isn’t the best mom. She likes to ditch her Puppy in the crib—which I built out of McDonald’s straws—and go off into the woods by herself, catching animals with her own teeth. I’m happy I stayed with Pippi, for the kid’s sake. She has another one on the way, but that hasn’t made her slow down for a second.

  Some days I wonder what it would have been like if it would have worked between Nova and I. I wonder if I would have been happier. Perhaps. But I like my life with Pippi. There’s something about her that just fills me with spirit. I can’t quite figure out what.

  She’s a hairy, dirty, smelly, dog-faced, flea-ridden, sadistic, evil, self-centered, arrogant, demanding, annoying, immature, bossy, needy, murderous, cold-hearted, psychotic bitch who drives me insane every second of every day, but for some reason I have grown to love her more than anything in the world, and there’s no one I’d rather be with.

  THE END

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