The Furred Reich by Len Gilbert Read Free Book Online

actually recognized them. Maybe the ones left could defend the village. He would be home soon. Just a few more minutes.
    Huffing, Kasha collapsed onto the ground to catch his breath. The air was dead silent now, even the cicadas didn’t dare make a noise. Kasha sighed, dropped his weapon and looked down. His fur was peppered with soot and white powder. A wave of shame overtook him. Why was he hiding in the grass? There was not time to even breathe.
    Kasha grabbed his spear and got up. On the horizon was his home; a few wooden-brick houses, and many smaller huts. He ran once again but saw black dots ahead of him circling around his home town. The young wolf crouched in the golden stalks. One of the circling ‘Wolftaurs’ passed by, with a Grimeskin mounted atop and looking out for enemies. Kasha darted past the vegetable fields and hid behind one of the homes, evading the patrol. Had the Grimeskins already arrived?
    Peeking out, he finally saw one of his adversaries up close: A hulking green warrior with rough skin and ornaments of bones and teeth clanging from his wrists and neck. The green beast stared on, shrugged and then turned back to the center of town. Kasha slinked from one alley to another until he saw the town center, a humble conjunction of two dirt roads. When he came out onto a path he was treated to a whole other sight.
    “Enngh!”
    He couldn’t look, because he knew what was happening. On every corner and every hideaway, a Grimeskin had one wolven girl bent down, or against a wall, casually ravaging each one in their tight grasp. Kasha’s heart pounded in his throat. Some of the girls screamed, some cried, and a few tried to suffer in silence as a wall of green worked and ground over their young bodies.
    He shook inside. Someone was going to die for this. Kasha’s rising sense of morbid curiosity brought him to his family’s home. He was sure that his father hadn’t made it, and his mother already passed on seasons ago. But he had a younger sister, and sure enough there she was, her claws sunk into the bark of a tree as she was being mounted by what had to be one of the alphas.
    The male had her golden locks tangled between his fingers. He leisurely tugged on a fistful of her hair, causing Kasha’s sister to wince. Each stab was slow and casual, and elicited a messy squelch from between them. The scent made Kasha blush. He knew he shouldn’t be watching this, but he had to do something. Trembling, he clutched his spear just as the Grimeskin let go of his sister’s scalp, only to hook his burly green arm around her neck and force her to look up. She did, and even Kasha noticed the confused, hazy look in his sister’s eyes.
    The Grimeskin resumed his invasion of Camellia, who rocked and scraped against the tree trunk. Her mouth opened, as if she were about to yell or were in pain. The hulking male took full grasp of its prize and covered her breasts. Her head fell forward, and eyes pinched shut while he plundered. Kasha saw him speak some broken words to her, and she found herself pressing back against the invader. Camellia cringed, then smiled ever so lightly. With that, Kasha’s sister finally screamed for the male, not of wrath or indignation or pain, but of pleasure.
    Kasha’s spear quaked in his paw. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He looked over to see his younger sister a quivering mess in the invader’s clutches. She reached down and massaged her battered muscles, even with the grimeskin chief still deep inside.
    Kasha closed his eyes and sat down for a moment. He had a choice to make, his little sister had already made hers. No. There was no way to stay here. Kasha peeled himself away from the spectacle and ran for the vegetable gardens, ducking away from sight. The Wolftaurs still had a loose ring around town, but Kasha sprinted out into the wild wheat fields, away from the home he would never return to.

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    Hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo!
    Kasha stopped to rest. He’d been running past