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Vachee began having morning sickness as we packed. Noah, as usual, sat hungover and watched me make breakfast, tend to Vachee, and pack up our love nest.  Noah thought my young son had just drank too much, but I knew his nausea was from being pregnant, hopefully by myself, his birth father. I’d watched the big black and gray beast all night since I’d found the buried remains of his past guest in this cave oasis of his. I hid my alarm and nervousness from him and Vachee. My beautiful son Vachee would never know his firstborn, a son from Noah, was the son of a cannibal. I’d thought all night as we took turns being bred by Noah of possible ways to send Noah to his grave. It would be difficult as I had to make his death look accidental, and Vachee would be there. He loved Noah and would not forgive me if it looked like I killed him.

My husband Naqua had no idea the elder Sasquatch he and Acu, Vachees twin, had found and brought to our home was a cannibal, an abomination to our great creator. Our creator. I smiled. Yes, I consider myself a Sasquatch now. I  was born human, a man, but became a transsexual by choice. Then, the government research lab made me a hairy beast. Naqua had taken me as his life partner and, through some unfathomable blessing from our creator, has impregnated me, and I’d been blessed to give birth to his two sons. Now, my youngest was in danger, having fallen in love with an injured senior sasquatch we’d brought into our home. How naive we’d been. After finding out my younger twin Vachee was determined to become Noah’s life partner and was already pregnant, I’d agreed to this breeding, a Sasquatch tradition where the alpha male takes his lover to a breeding nest.

Due to Vachee’s young age, I was allowed to join in their mating by agreement between Naqua and Noah. I’d had a vision of Vachee after he’d given birth to two babies. The first child was from Noah’s, and the second special child was from me. I’d made love to Vachee three days before fulfilling my vision. His new onset of morning sickness was from that breeding. I’d kept my vision secret except to Vachee. He understood how important it was to keep our secret. Noah would kill our child. Naqua would end my life since I had not had his permission to breed our secondborn. Finally, we were ready to depart this underground lake and cavern. Noah easily moved the huge boulder that blocked the lone exit.

Though senior in years, his massive muscular body could easily break our smaller bodies in two if he chose. That’s why I was scared. If I failed, and Noah saw I’d tried to kill him, then it’d be the end of me and maybe Vachee. I was not going to tell Naqua. I trusted him and knew he would drive the elder Noah away, but Vachee would follow Noah, his first love and soon-to-be the father of his babies. I handed Noah a jug of home brew to drink on our return trip to our home. As I figured, he had half of it drunk before we began ascending the ravine. As we went higher and higher each time the trail narrowed, I moved closer behind him. Vachee remained behind me, as I’d planned. I saw the rattlesnake hanging from the tree roots just beyond Noah’s head.

I held my breath and waited as he looked at his footing on the narrow trail. I heard Vachee throwing up again, and took a step forward, and as the snake struck, I kicked Noah’s walking staff as I turned to look at Vachee. Vachee was bent over, not looking up, as I heard Noah curse, then begin to stumble, flailing away at the snake, then realizing he was falling. Vacheron looked up, and I turned and reached out to Noah, but it was too late. We watched as he bounced on boulders till he landed on the ravine’s red clay floor far below. Vachee screamed, and I turned back to hold him from the ledge. He’s gone, he’s gone, Vachee. No. No. My Noah. He.. he might be alive. We must go back.

I didn’t try to stop him. We returned the way we came and then found his body. Thankfully, he was dead. Vachee was inconsolable. I dug a shallow grave, and we buried him, covering him with slate and stone from the cliff side. I decided to make camp on the narrow ravine floor, not too sure if I would get Vachee up the narrow path without him trying to follow his lover to an early grave. I held him all night. At dawn, Vachee was better. He’d felt his belly during the night and realized he now had new life growing inside him. I killed a prairie dog and made us breakfast, then we’d said our goodbyes to Noah, and returned to the trail. We made it and followed our trail from two days before towards home. Naqua and Acu met us on the third mountain ridge top. They’d come looking for us after we had not returned on time. Acu comforted his much smaller brother, holding Vachee as Naqua and I made lunch.

I saw how Vachee held on to him. I saw how Acu held and stroked Vachees hair. All would be well in time. We made it home by nightfall. Naqua had recovered from his tainted wine after he quit drinking it and went to water,  just as I’d planned. Acu chose to sit up with Vachee, and I took Naqua to our bed. He didn’t ask about our love nest, and I stayed quiet, not telling him of the two long days and nights of breeding Vachee and I had with Noah. I made love to him slowly, enjoying his larger and longer cock that I’d wanted for days. He awoke me, and we laid there quietly, and listened to Acu and Vachee making love. Naqua whispered; Acu said that if anything happened to Noah, he would want to take Vachee as his life mate.  That he’d take and raise any babies Vachee had.

I nodded. Good. Perhaps Acu will breed Vachee tonight. He is very much ready. I giggled. And willing. I snuggled into Naquas’s groin and felt him harden. He giggled. As are you, Gina. He bred me repeatedly as we heard our sons breeding in the next room.

 

The End.

 

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