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‘The Apothecarian’s Hideout’

Cɪrthsta did another remote-viewing session while we set up camp inside the hollow of the trunk of what must’ve once been a truly gigantic tree.  She said he’s relatively nearby, to the north of our current position.  It shouldn’t be more than a day’s walk.  She also noted in passing we may need to pass by one or two large creatures along the way.  I asked her about the creatures, but she just shrugged saying at least we won’t die.

Well, okay then….

We set off mid-morning, and actually made some good head-way through the forest here by noon.  We settled at the foot of a mid-sized hill, and Dass and Kess went off in search of food.  Esscie and I set off for some water to fill our canteens.  Rumour was the three Watchers would ascend the hill to get a bearing on where the Apothecarian might be.

Turns out, a stream was conveniently located relatively nearby.  It meanders about between the hill our lunch-spot is situated at and another, twin-peak of a hill just to the north of the first one.  The stream is potable, which is a welcome change from what is typical of Archivist-owned lands.

We decided to check out the other hill, briefly, before returning to the others.  The hilltop just pokes out from the tops of the trees of the surrounding forest.  Oddly, very few trees are actually growing on the hill itself.  Bushes and shrubs are the largest things on it.  Intriguing….

Its summit has a surprisingly clear view of the surrounding landscape.  North of us, fortuitously (or not…), we can clearly see a tenuous column of smoke billowing gently from the trees from a fire of some sort.

We make to descend the hill when it starts reacting out of the blue – starts trembling.  Then, a mound almost as high as Esscie is tall slowly blooms from the ground over the course of a minute or so before ceasing entirely.  Just poking out from the layer of grass and moss and soil is a brown-colured mound.  “Wait…,” Esscie murmurs, “I think it’s alive….

“Look!  There!” she points eagerly to my left.  I look beyond her outstretched arm, laying eyes on a tall, tree-like life-form that has suddenly appeared in between the two hill-like mounds.  It appears to have just risen out from the ground, but now it’s just sitting there unmoving.  What in the World is that?  How did we not hear that thing rise up out of seemingly nowhere?  Perhaps, it did its thing while the smaller mound was appearing before us.

Esscie

Esscie is already descending the hillside when I remove my attention from the brown-coloured, tree-like creature.  I follow closely after her.

At the base of the hill, Esscie then stops momentarily before crouching along the bank of the stream for about a minute.  “What’s up, Esscie?” I try her, and she then stands up.

“A girl?  Maybe?” she answers, and shortly jogs off to the right, hopping over the stream, and stopping near the base of a multi-coloured, cycad-looking, tree-like plant.

When I find her again, she’s already introducing herself to a pale-skinned, eyeless girl buried up to her shoulders into the mossy soil itself.  Her nose is flat, with wide nostrils, and her hair is long, greenish, and matted with what look to be an insect nest situated in the middle of the mess.  Her ears are almost nonexistent.

She and Esscie are speaking in a tongue I’ve never heard of before, but I guess Esscie’s starseed nature is proving to be helpful to her here.

She introduces me to her, and she smiles showing her dozens of tiny, pointy teeth.  Her gums are purple, and her lips are also nearly nonexistent.  A strange-looking girl, indeed.

“Her name is Kienow, and she’s over a thousand years old now!” Esscie informs me happily.  “According to her, we’ve been walking all over her recently,” she adds, and returns to talking with her.

Could she mean…?  Those two hills?

I wonder….

“Oh, good!  People I know!” I hear the voice of Kess from behind me, and I turn my head to see him and Dass looking frightened and having ran a mile.

“Well, I stepped on something weird and then it started growing – like, a lot,” admits Dass, panting.

“I think Dass stepped on a giant dildo,” Kess butts in again.  “I mean…, that’s what it looks l-aah-hah-ha!  That’s a corpse!”  He jumps abruptly, making Dass jump as well.

“She’s alive, actually,” I correct him.  “Apparently, her name is Kienow and she’s over a thousand years old.

“Hopefully, Esscie can tell us more about her soon enough,” I finish, and turn back to her.

“Look!  See?  I told you’s we should come this way!” enters Peregrine’s perky voice from ahead of us.  I lift my head up to find the Watchers trio approaching us.

“The Apothecarian seems to be relatively nearby, folks,” says the Way-farer.  Cɪrthsta lights up with exileration, for no apparent reason.

“It’s a Sentinel!  I’ve NEVER seen a Sentinel face-to-face before!  Sorry for disturbing your naughties, by the way,” she addresses the mostly-buried girl.  She leans in over the girl’s head and starts speaking to her in her language.

“In a former Age, Sentinels were more common on Eyaye,” explains Way to myself and Dass and Kess.  “They are born as twins, and one buries themselves into the earth, providing nutrients for the forest around them, while the other, sometimes mistakenly called ‘Forest Giant,’ wanders about meeting with other buried Sentinels.  Beyond a certain age, the primary cause for meeting is to mate; these mating rituals also help keep a forest healthy.”  Well, that’s quite an interesting creature.

“I guess now they’re a relic, only to be found here on the Forbidden Rise,” I remark.  Way nods.

“There may only be a handful of them left, now,” she says.

“Today’s our lucky day, folks!” Cɪrthsta stands up and faces us.  “Kienow says she’s about ready for mating, and there so happens to be a suitable mate coming our way right now!”  She then returns to Kienow, talking to her some more along with Esscie.  Looks like we’re not going anywhere anytime soon.

If that brown, towering thing just visible through the trees and between the vegetation-covered…“breasts?”…is indeed some sort of phallus then how tall must the approaching “Forest Giant” be in order to “accept” such a massive organ?

Sounds like we’ll find out shortly.

Almost an hour later, the ground begins to tremour very softly and rhythmically.  In the passing minutes, the tremours steadily grow larger.  It must be gigantic, indeed, as I can sense it coming clearly from downstream already.  I look over in that direction, and the silhouette of something enormous and humanoid can be seen from above the trees and things.  It’s approaching from beyond Niemow’s head, so it’ll need to round her breasts in order to reach her phallus.

Its skin looks scaly, and its humanoid form is covered, in places, with vegetation and various other wildlife.  It head is animal-like, with four large eyes on the front of it.  It has no mouth nor nose, but instead possesses several gill slits along its neck.

Minutes pass, and the footsteps shake the ground around us more and more heavily.  We can see it slowly coming our way, and once it finally comes close enough that we can see its body in detail it side-steps and then passes around her left breast.  Once it eventually stops moving, it lets out a resounding, earth-shaking call.

We have to cover our ears to try to dampen the noise, but Niemow’s clearly gone through this thing before.  She tells Esscie something, and Esscie faces the rest of us and relays that we’ll need to watch out for potential falling trees and running-scared animals.

Makes sense…; when two very large creatures try to mate, things are bound to get stirred up pretty good.  Thankfully, there is a large, purple tree, with no leaves but a very sturdy-looking frame, that we can take cover under while the mating ritual takes place.

Several bat-like flying creatures take to the sky in a panic, screeching as they do for having been forced away from their preferred place of rest and socialization.

Two giant, seven-fingered hands, disproportionately large even for a being as colossal as it is, reach over and each grabs hold of a hill-sized mammary and it positions itself carefully over the phallic organ.  It slowly lowers its gargantuan torso over the penis, and I can hear Niemow starting to breathe more heavily.  A four-eyed, six-legged, deer-like creature scampers madly past us.

While squatted, the Forest Giant proceeds to dig its long fingers into each of the two hilly mounds before it.  The sounds of greenery and earth being uprooted can be heard, and Niemow’s breathing quickens.  A minute or so later, its grip loosens and Niemow settles down a bit.

It’s repeated several more times over the course of the next half-hour.  The massage, at that point, ceases while Niemow sounds like she’s climaxing.

The Forest Giant eventually stood back up, and Niemow returned to her usual state.  The Forest Giant promptly walked on away, with rumbling footsteps slowly fading off into silence.  We thanked Niemow for the opportunity, such as it was, said goodbye to her, and we headed off towards where we hope the Apothecarian has set up shop.  I guess those two Sentinels were the “large creatures” the Peregrine predicted we’d meet, from her remote-viewing session earlier today.

The smoke inevitably led us to a shack, and inside the shack is the Apothecarian himself.  He’s on the stout side, pudgy, and starting to go grey.  His home is covered in herbs and apothecary supplies, with only a small loft for a bed and a door, perhaps to a restroom, directly beneath it.  On the other side, a fireplace and well lie.  The only other things visible are a seat and table – where he’s currently at work drafting a tonic.

“I figured you would return, Peregrine,” he murmurs as he concentrates on his cuurent task.  He doesn’t look to see who’s arrived.  “I knew, inside, it was only a matter of time.”

Ooh!  You’re so smart, Durittal!” Cɪrthsta squeaks like she’s speaking to a child.  He doesn’t react.

“We hope you’d be willing to rejoin the Watchers, now that the Peregrine is back,” I get to the point.  “We could also use someone well-versed in apothecary on our journey to Eyaye’s core.”  At that, his head turns about.

“So, that’s what it’s come to?” he mutters calmly.  “Fine; looks like I’ll have to tag along.”  He then looks back to his work, finishing up a concoction within the next minute.

That’s the last member of our crew accounted for, now.  We’ll still have to camp here for the night; there’s not really enough time to make it anywhere far before night-fall.

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‘Dassan and Kessen’

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“Such a beauty…!  The curves…, the thighs…, the freshness…!  I would love to have my way with her…,” I mutter to myself as drool tries to leave my mouth.  My eyes narrow, “if only that busty redhead would leave her alone.”

“Tryna fondle yer food again, Kess?” Dass whispers into my ear, as I watch a wild cow being petted and talked to by some random, teenaged, red-haired girl who, really, shouldn’t be here.  We’re in the depths of the Great Plains, leagues away from even the most adventurous people.  Why’s she even here?

“I wish,” I whisper back.  “Say, won’tya distract miss boobage and draw her away so I can have some quality time with my future meal?”  I nudge him.

“I dunno, man…,” he sighs, sounding very apprehensive, “she’s not really my type, ya know…?”

“Come off it, man…,” I retort.

You know….  A long moment of silence for us gave way to an idea popping up in my head.  A plan, so cunning, I wager, you could call it a coyote and chase after it for having kidnapped your prized possessions.

I start to walk away, and before Dass can turn about I reach over and rap his butt with my open palm.  The sound echoes through the trees, and both the cow and the girl straighten up and jerk their heads in our direction.

I’m already making my way around them, though, so they’ll only see Dass.  For his part, Dass was trying real hard not to make any more noise.  He gives me a look while I creep around the little opening where the two females are.

As hoped, the teen rushes over to Dass and starts fawning on him.  I divert attention back to the cow, eager to take her down and taste her succulent flesh.

“Kess, you bum!” blurts out Dass as I set up to charge the cow.  I see him scamper over to me, with the girl hot in tow behind him.  “I sure as hell never asked for this!”

“Aww…!” I mock-pity him.  I glance back through the opening to find the cow has gone away.  “Great, you scared her away,” I sigh, deflated.

Eeeeek!!  Two Anthropes!  Together!” squeaks the girl while bouncing on the balls of her toes, causing her ample bust to bounce equally happily.  “I’m the Peregrine!  I’ve always wanted to meet two Anthropes in one place!”

“Good job, Dass,” I pat his head, frowning, “why’d you hafta go flap yer gums in front of her?”

“Says the git who spanked me…!” huffs back Dass.  His large eyes narrow.

“So, are you, like, lost or something?” I address her.  “There aren’t exactly any settlements anywhere nearby, ya know….”

She doesn’t respond within a suitable length of time, instead just staring excitedly at the both of us with her little hands clutched to her massive chest.  The sack-like garment draped on her body looks uncomfortable.

“Uh…, yooooo…?” I thrust my head towards her, so my muzzle sits just inches away from her pointy little nose.  I raise my left paw and prod her cheek with it, several times.

“Oh!” she starts, “I’m sorry!  I’m looking for my Academy.

“Hey!” she cheers happily again, “won’t you two help me find the place?  I’ve been searching and searching but it seems things have changed here so much I just keep getting lost!”  She giggles like a girl, and I, at least, roll my eyes at her.

“And why’d we do that?” prods Dass, who now shoves his muzzle into her face, in my place.  “What’s in it for us?”

“Because you’re not Evil…?” she tries us tentatively, shrugging uneasily.  Of course, she’d expected us to just oblige her; we’re not your average folks, though.

That said, she steered clear of the usual kinds of reasons Dass and I were used to receiving from females when we were growing up.  Her attempt was actually more thought-out than that.  Not by much, though….

“Still don’t help us out, in the end,” I emphasize Dass’ second query.

“I’ll feed you during the trek, and I’ll do my best to do all my own walking every day of the trek.”

Dass and I then exchange looks at the same time.  She’s offering more than I’d expected her to, but we both still feel not quite convinced helping her is worth our while.

“Yeah, still not feelin’ it,” we both chortle simultaneously.

“Wow!” she perks up yet again, amazed, “that was, like, perfectly in-sync!”  Almost immediately after that, though, her expression turns to that of being deep in thought.  “Maybe I should ask you two what I can do to make your accompanying me worth-while?” she poses to us after a moment.  It’s the best query she’s asked so far….

But, she’s still missing something important.  “Yo, don’t matter what makes it ‘worth-while’; we ain’t gotta clue where yer stupid ‘Academy’ is in the first place!  Can’t help ya!” Dass practically reads my mind (something we can usually do with each other now, having been life-long, best friends).

She suddenly gasps, perhaps more exaggerated than one would expect of her in this situation.  “Goodness!  You’re so right!  My apologies, guys, I didn’t mean to trouble you like this.”

Is she for real?  How scatter-brained is this “Peregrine,” anyway?

“Well, good luck,” I wave as I turn about and walk off.  Dass doesn’t even give her that much as he does the same.

“Wait!  Pretty-please, can I have your names?” she begs, and we stop.

“We’ll give you our names if you’ll give us some time with that huge-ass rack,” I reply back to her slyly.

“Well, I guess that’s fair enough,” she shrugs and obliges us.

I walk back over to her, and quickly jerk down her garment so that it falls over her breasts but stops short of her hips.  Dass and I meticulously inspect the “goods” for several minutes, concluding at last that the experience is well worth us giving her our names.  Embarrassed, yet complacent, she hikes her sack of a garment back up when we finish.

“Right:  I’m Kessen, the awesome-est steppe-wolf alive,” I introduce myself rather flavourfully.  “People who know me call me ‘Kess,’ though!” I quickly add as Dass tries to open his mouth to speak.

“And, I’m Dassan, ‘Dass’ for short,” bows Dass, “and I’mma steppe-deer…, that can talk.”  The Peregrine giggles, thinking we’re so cute.

“Thank you,” she nods to us.  “I hope we’ll meet again sometime.”

“Sure…,” I shrug, then head myself on out again.  Again, Dass keeps quiet as he follows suit.

“Goodbye!” she cheers us on, which is the last we hear of her.

I still gotta eat….