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Stick it Where?

S adie

After stomping the drone to smithereens, his aggression has lowered by twenty notches. I don’t get the feeling he wants to kill or eat me. I’d call him wary.

“Let’s get inside the cave, big guy. Let me clean you off.”

He tips his head, then approaches the bear. He retrieves both spears, holds them in one hand, grabs the bear with the other, then pulls the creature away. A thousand-pound bear. One-handed!

I watch until the darkness swallows them both. It takes me a moment to realize what he’s doing, but it’s a smart move. Every creature within miles is going to smell all that blood. Daytime or nighttime, some are going to be drawn to the buffet, and we’ll be dessert.

Dragging the carcass off will make our cave safer.

I consider for a moment, but again discard the idea of running away. It’s too dark, I have no weapon, and I’m in Jurassic world. What’s that old saying? Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t. I’ll have to take my chances with Anubis.

He never really explained much about what a geneslave is, but I think I’ve got the picture. He was created in a test tube with various humanoid and animal DNA. That explains the Anubis I’ve gotten to know over the past few days. It doesn’t explain the creature who’s dragging a half-ton bear off through the brush as if it were a sack of potatoes.

Something’s changed. I wasn’t hallucinating. He’s easily a foot taller than he was, maybe more. Those teeth and claws are longer and deadlier. But even if all of that was just my feeble mind being hijacked by terror, nothing can explain those glowing red eyes. Nothing, that is, except for the fact that something caused him to morph, to become more bestial.

Maybe it was triggered by our life-and-death situation, but if that were the case, wouldn’t he have been triggered earlier today when we were attacked by a herd of dinosaurs? Or yesterday when twenty velociraptors circled the bottom of our tree?

I may not understand the why or the how, but I have a grasp on the what. The what being the animalistic guy who not more than fifteen minutes ago was looking at me as if he wanted to eat or kill me. Who am I kidding? He looked like he wanted to do both.

While I ponder what to do, I light a fire at the mouth of the cave. I think it will provide all the safety we can expect tonight. If all the movies I’ve seen are correct, the fire should keep the beasties at bay.

Once the fire is roaring, I continue to parse through my choices about how to deal with Anubis. I may not have to worry. He may drag off what’s left of the bear, then keep walking, but I doubt it. I know in my bones he’s going to return.

I take a deep breath and nod to myself. I only have one option. I’m going to treat him like the Anubis I’ve fallen in love with. I’m going to keep reaching out to him by any means possible, trying to call out the male I know. What choice do I have?

I hear him before I see him as he crashes through the underbrush. I’m inside the cave, looking at him over the licking flames of the fire. He’s dripping water. He must have found one of the small, marshy ponds we’ve been passing all day. From here, it looks as if he’s washed off all the blood. This will make it easier to inspect him to see if he’s been hurt or if all the blood was the bear’s.

He growls as he approaches, then paces about twenty feet in front of the cave. He’s so much in his beast headspace, he’s afraid of the fire.

I’m at a choicepoint. I could stay inside and leave him outside the cave, hoping the fire keeps him out. His anxiety is rising, along with his anger. I need to intervene before he goes full-on beast again.

“It’s okay, Anubis.” I walk around the fire, exit the cave, and beckon him with an outstretched arm. “It’s safe in here. Come in.”

When he doesn’t approach, I re-enter the cave, make a half-circle around the fire, and exit again.

“It’s okay,” I call.

This time, he follows me, edging as far from the fire as he can until he’s inside.

I don’t want to get too close. Now that he’s inside, it’s obvious how much taller and bigger he is. He’s scaring the shit out of me. My heart had slowed, but now that he’s so near, it’s racing again.

He shakes the water off him in the most doglike maneuver I’ve seen him make. Thanks. Luckily, he was far enough away that I’m not soaking wet.

He looks at me in a way he hasn’t since he shifted. His nostrils flare, and he surveys me up and down. Standing taller, he lifts his head and takes me in. I’ve been looked at like this before, when Corda took me to a biker bar. It’s a blunt sexual appraisal.

As if his frank carnal appraisal wasn’t obvious enough, he growls long and low. It’s a pronouncement of desire.

Yesterday, he proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that his cock didn’t work. He ate me out and remained limp as jello.

There’s nothing limp about the gargantuan cock pointing at the ceiling right now. And by the look on his canine face, there’s nothing subtle about the fact that he wants to stick it in me.