Flesh and Blood
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Category:
S through Z › Wrong Turn
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
3,676
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Wrong Turn, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 15 - Epilogue
The ending. Yay!
15
Ten winters came and went like a whirlwind. Three Finger one morning found himself awoken to a routine he had become quite used to. Instead of a big man with the mind of a pup shaking him awake, it was a little girl. When she knew he was awake, she kicked her “mother” with her middle leg and ran off, screaming in delight when he playfully tried to snatch her. The scrawny man giggled with his little one as he pursued, chasing her first through the house – vacant of anything she might fall over and hurt herself upon, as he had learned with One Eye – then outside. Though quite able with her three limbs, she was not as fast as her mother, and he scooped her up from the grass, tickling her as she struggled and laughed.
Three Finger was hesitant to take his pup with him during his hunts, fearing she may hurt herself or fall into the hands of potential prey. However, he felt just as irresponsible leaving her home where she could get into any number of dangers by accident alone. Now that she was a little older, his concern had lessened, and she had learned over many outings to stay close, and when prey was near, not to make a sound. On the rare occasion, she was allowed to make noise, when she was bait to some traveler who thought she might be a vulnerable child… until they saw her fully and met her parent. A few times Three Finger had even shown her the best places on a body when it came to killing the prey. She was obedient though, and did as told, especially after she decided to run into the woods one night and was nearly killed by a coyote.
Sometimes the man would doubt his ability as a mother. His first uncertainty was when his milk had dried up, and he had to teach her to take meat, but this was soon rectified when he chewed the food first and gave her the ground, soggy remains. Another time, she had perfected walking on all of her legs just when Three Finger was asleep, wandering outside and giving her father one hell of a scare when he awoke to find her bedding empty. All experiences of such trouble were quickly overshadowed whenever she so much as smiled or laughed at him. Saw Tooth had truly known what he was doing when he discovered what his son was, so many summers ago. Truth was Saw Tooth was the real father of this little one. Three Finger’s dominant side may have been male, but now he felt it suiting to be known as the mother. The pup had come from his gash, and fed from his chest, and thus he had earned the right to be called such.
Thankfully Three Finger never had to worry about how to explain things to his daughter. Even when she began to inspect herself, most notably between her legs, he had an answer; he was of course, experienced in the subject. He knew one day he would have to start thinking of her and her future. Three Finger did not want her living out on the mountain all alone when the time came for him to join his father and brother. One day, when she was hungered by the urges, he would give her a gift, just as Saw Tooth had given to him. But he would not be harsh on her like his father was. She deserved to know bearing young was not supposed to be frightening.
That afternoon, a motorcyclist caught himself on a rigged wire. Three Finger had pulled the barbed trap tightly when the bike came down the trail. The motorcycle skidded off on its own and crashed, as its driver was now hanging by his stomach on the wire, moaning in pain. The driver was half conscious when his captor dragged him back to the truck, where a freakish howling met them on arrival. Looking upward with glazed eyes, he saw a little girl, twisted as the man, but with two-toned eyes and an extra leg. She was excitedly poking and prodding at him with a stick, eager to see her caretaker cut him open further.
Suddenly, she chattered at her parent, grasping between her legs erratically. He halfheartedly dropped the motorcyclist and leaned over to address his daughter and she finally unfastened the overalls Three Finger had made for her and dropped them. To the driver’s confusion, soon to be horror, the girl had a strange bulge in a place where normal little girls did not have a bulge. He screamed as Three Finger congratulated and hugged his little one.
This was wonderful news! Here before his very eyes, Three Finger now knew that his pup truly took after him. She too could give and receive seed when the time came, and even if she wanted to give it at a time where her mother would be too old for such a privilege, she could still find a whore to play with whenever she wanted, and however she wanted.
The parent and daughter finally turned and looked at their captive as he continued to scream and tried to crawl away, blood spilling from his gut wound. A grin spread on Three Finger’s scarred, misshapen face, and he suddenly had the idea that it was time to teach his flesh and blood how to field dress her first piece of meat.
The End
15
Ten winters came and went like a whirlwind. Three Finger one morning found himself awoken to a routine he had become quite used to. Instead of a big man with the mind of a pup shaking him awake, it was a little girl. When she knew he was awake, she kicked her “mother” with her middle leg and ran off, screaming in delight when he playfully tried to snatch her. The scrawny man giggled with his little one as he pursued, chasing her first through the house – vacant of anything she might fall over and hurt herself upon, as he had learned with One Eye – then outside. Though quite able with her three limbs, she was not as fast as her mother, and he scooped her up from the grass, tickling her as she struggled and laughed.
Three Finger was hesitant to take his pup with him during his hunts, fearing she may hurt herself or fall into the hands of potential prey. However, he felt just as irresponsible leaving her home where she could get into any number of dangers by accident alone. Now that she was a little older, his concern had lessened, and she had learned over many outings to stay close, and when prey was near, not to make a sound. On the rare occasion, she was allowed to make noise, when she was bait to some traveler who thought she might be a vulnerable child… until they saw her fully and met her parent. A few times Three Finger had even shown her the best places on a body when it came to killing the prey. She was obedient though, and did as told, especially after she decided to run into the woods one night and was nearly killed by a coyote.
Sometimes the man would doubt his ability as a mother. His first uncertainty was when his milk had dried up, and he had to teach her to take meat, but this was soon rectified when he chewed the food first and gave her the ground, soggy remains. Another time, she had perfected walking on all of her legs just when Three Finger was asleep, wandering outside and giving her father one hell of a scare when he awoke to find her bedding empty. All experiences of such trouble were quickly overshadowed whenever she so much as smiled or laughed at him. Saw Tooth had truly known what he was doing when he discovered what his son was, so many summers ago. Truth was Saw Tooth was the real father of this little one. Three Finger’s dominant side may have been male, but now he felt it suiting to be known as the mother. The pup had come from his gash, and fed from his chest, and thus he had earned the right to be called such.
Thankfully Three Finger never had to worry about how to explain things to his daughter. Even when she began to inspect herself, most notably between her legs, he had an answer; he was of course, experienced in the subject. He knew one day he would have to start thinking of her and her future. Three Finger did not want her living out on the mountain all alone when the time came for him to join his father and brother. One day, when she was hungered by the urges, he would give her a gift, just as Saw Tooth had given to him. But he would not be harsh on her like his father was. She deserved to know bearing young was not supposed to be frightening.
That afternoon, a motorcyclist caught himself on a rigged wire. Three Finger had pulled the barbed trap tightly when the bike came down the trail. The motorcycle skidded off on its own and crashed, as its driver was now hanging by his stomach on the wire, moaning in pain. The driver was half conscious when his captor dragged him back to the truck, where a freakish howling met them on arrival. Looking upward with glazed eyes, he saw a little girl, twisted as the man, but with two-toned eyes and an extra leg. She was excitedly poking and prodding at him with a stick, eager to see her caretaker cut him open further.
Suddenly, she chattered at her parent, grasping between her legs erratically. He halfheartedly dropped the motorcyclist and leaned over to address his daughter and she finally unfastened the overalls Three Finger had made for her and dropped them. To the driver’s confusion, soon to be horror, the girl had a strange bulge in a place where normal little girls did not have a bulge. He screamed as Three Finger congratulated and hugged his little one.
This was wonderful news! Here before his very eyes, Three Finger now knew that his pup truly took after him. She too could give and receive seed when the time came, and even if she wanted to give it at a time where her mother would be too old for such a privilege, she could still find a whore to play with whenever she wanted, and however she wanted.
The parent and daughter finally turned and looked at their captive as he continued to scream and tried to crawl away, blood spilling from his gut wound. A grin spread on Three Finger’s scarred, misshapen face, and he suddenly had the idea that it was time to teach his flesh and blood how to field dress her first piece of meat.
The End