The Yautja Boys
Chapter One
Victimized
By Blackdawn
Jehdin-Pyode, translated in the human tongue as Soft One,could only groan miserably as hot hands touched his already hot and sweaty naked body. Unable remember the last time he'd eaten, it felt like he was coming down with a fever, and the c'ntlip he was given to dull his soon to be terrifying experience wasn't helping his condition either.
Smelling many around him, many Yautja, many children, many females and many males. Having tried in looking to the massive crowd surrounding him within the gigantic temple but was met with a failing haze of blurred vision and a tipsy atmosphere.
Looking up to the warriors that were pinning him on top the altar, all dressed in their ceremonial armor, long un-pleated locks that were his own fanned across the smooth surface and draped around the edges, his groggy gaze happens to fall upon the garments that were the priests and priestess whom were preparing his mind and body for the transformation. Mother, by his side, but she looking worried and displeased, he hadn't any idea where his father might be, if he was even here, hiding his presence amongst the crowd that were Jehdin-Pyode's own clan.
He gagged as more liquid came up his throat and out his mouth spewing forth from flared mandibles, dripping and oozing across the dark-green flesh that was his own skin down his neck. He'd been throwing up since this morning, since he was given the c'ntlip.
A large majority of himself protested and fought in going through with this, but this ritual was the only way he could move on in life, the only way he could ascend the ranks of Yautja into manhood. He was well past his adolescent years and nearing the middle of his young adult years without ever having been Blooded, without ever having hunted the Kainde Amedha, the Hard Meat, not ever having hunted in a pack with his own clan members.
He was still a virgin for gods' sake.
His castration was the only option he had. The only option the High Council of his clan gave him. They said that if he went through with it he could continue onward.
But should he really pay such a price, giving up his own gonads, his reproductive organ, just to be admitted into the lot of a handful of males? Sure he wanted to stand by their sides as brothers when they soared across the galaxy as mighty warriors, but he just didn't want to give up that part of him in order to do it.
They even had the audastity to say he was being selfish, selfish for not wanting to give up something he would never use.
All this started from the bad omen that was bestowed upon him the moment he was born, born merely with a skin discoloration of splotches spreading across his skin, a discoloration that many thought was contaminated and toxic.
A Predator's perception was solely through heat vision, but is still able to see slight patterns and various light patterns, it was spotting those strange markings that made them at unease.
Jehdin-Pyode was tall, taller than any male, tall and massive as the females. The opposite sex would have bared his children because of that, but it was said because of his color, the contamination within his own DNA that made him so tall, and because of that, he remained untouched.
Tests were preformed and showed his DNA was normal after all, but the priests and priestesses argued with the facts, saying the gods placed him as a blockade within in their path for having strayed from their ways, the old ways, they said he was wicked, a devil, a demon, one that had to be vanquished from his life-giving body.
Thankfully though the High Council had matured from the old ways, but not wanting to further upset their priests and priestesses had suspended him from traveling, was told he could not venture away from the clan, could not perform any hunts or even become Blooded.
Because of the so called "contamination," it was said, his blood line was dirty, no longer fit for reproduction and his father as well as the remains of the family males resented him for that, the same went for the females of his family as well, but because they were female, they couldn't help but to show pity toward him despite what his birth done to the entire blood line and family history.
The only pity he ever received anymore was through his mother, sisters and aunts.
His mother having pitied him so where she actually attempted in removing his splotches through surgeries and rituals, and when all failed, she attempted in the painful procedure of removing his spots by her own hands.
He grew more distant from those around him and turned frightfully timid when his splotches turned larger and began forming across his body as he grew older. First spotting on his knees and elbows, then a massive splotch that started on his groin area and began forming and growing downward between his legs, continued upwards between his buttocks where it began traveling up his spine and branching out, then thinned onto the back of his neck, continued upwards until finally reaching and stopping as a massive splotch on his forehead.
A bark from someone caused him to jump and discovered just how well the warriors were pinning him down when he barely budged.
Looking across the way, he saw a priest walking toward him, a strange device clasped in his old hands.
Jehdin-Pyode's, heart hampered in his chest as he cried out and squirmed under the strong hands.
The priest stepped toward his legs and felt his hands touch him down there.
Squinting his eyes, Jehdin-Pyode began hyperventilating. It felt like a dream to him, none of it could be happening. How could he even agree to something like this?
He felt the priest pinch him with his talons causing him to growl. It didn't hurt that much, but was under so much stress to begin it felt like a knife was stabbed right into him.
Chest clearly moving up and down, heart pumping and adrenaline pumping through his system, fear began taking hold as he looked to his mother and pleaded to her with his eyes, hoping that she saw how he was reacting, how he felt about it now and would stop it.
His heart stopped when seeing her eyes shut in disappointment and looked away.
"Mother." He called out sympathetically, "please. I-I changed my mind."
But she didn't say anything, she didn't even look to him.
Tears began to form, the stress in his voice was clear as he called out to her again.
This time, she started moving, but instead of walking to him, instead of comforting him, instead of stopping it, she turned and walked out of the allocated area.
Disbelieve struck him, disbelieve that she could abandon him in such a way. That emotion though was quickly replaced by panic when feeling the instrument grip him making him gasped loudly and jump. Frantic and teary, he forced himself to struggle against the hands and pleaded to whomever was listening, to whomever might still care what was about to happen to him.
No one replied, and no one stepped forward.
Kicking his legs, he tried in craning his neck to the priest who was about to perform the haines act.
"No, wait." He pleaded, "Please, stop. I changed my mind. I don't want to do this."
"It's too late, my child." Came soothingly from one of the priestesses, acting as if she wore to speak softly to him it would calm him down.
Slamming the back of his head onto the altar, he shut his eyes tight when feeling the pressure cascade around him from the device and howled of it, howled because there was nothing he could do, howled because no one would help him.
That's when something in him snapped.
Eyes opening suddenly, his head popped to the side quickly looking to the closet warrior who had been pinning his right arm down.
The warrior looked worried all of a sudden, worried for Jehdin-Pyode's sudden change in mood and body language.
Jehdin-Pyode didn't waste any time when he flung his arm out from under the warrior, reached for the warrior's neck then pushed him back with such great a force he actually went sliding backwards across his back and hitting the nearby wall.
The warriors began leaping on top of him after that trying to keep him still, but Jehdin-Pyode kicked his feet. Freeing one of them, he used that free, bare foot, to kick one warrior square in the face knocking him backwards and dazed.
The priest having already stepped back and allowed the warriors to try and subdue him.
Jehdin-Pyode roared in fury and slammed his foot into the face of another warrior sending his talons clean into the male's face and sent him reeling around before falling and howling in pain.
Another had latched onto Jehdin-Pyode's shoulder when he sat up, but was able to fling the little male up and over to his front, wrapped both arms around his head and twisted until there was a pop from the male's neck before he went limp.
The last warrior had leapt for him in a howl, and Jehdin-Pyode turned into a spin catching the warrior in midair by his throat with his hand. Infuriated, Jehdin-Pyode growled angrily as he placed his free hand across the male's face, gripped his latched hand across the jugular then pulled. Florescent green blood spewed widely showering Jehdin-Pyode as the body fell to one side while his missing throat was flung in the opposite direction.
Furious howls and roars erupted in Jehdin-Pyode's ears and looked around to see the entire clan advancing on him.
Not thinking, Jehdin-Pyode made a quick dash.
Having run for one of the exits as fast as he could, slipping passed the guards, he ran through the massive hallway then for the door heading outside. Once outside, he ran through streets and passed home dwellings, the howls of his clan dogging at his heels, ringing in his ears, headed for the forest and once reaching there, he didn't hesitate as he ran straight through its thick wall of trees and shrubs. And from there he kept on running, kept on running as fast and hard as his legs would take him despite the pounding in his head and stinging under his feet.
Frantic breathing turned into labored breathing but kept on going, even when his sides started to pull and tear at him with unforgiving pain, he still kept on running.
Finally forced to a stop when something lurched up from his stomach, traveled through his throat and exited his mandibles as vomit. He collapsed in a heap and cried out as pain welled up in his body, his world spun and vomited once again. Weakness hit him and found he could only stumble about in a world that was up in the clouds.
The voices still in his head, he kept on moving.
Feeling something wet splash onto his feet, he turned around and seen he had stumbled into a small stream. Falling to his knees, Jehdin-Pyode cascaded his entire face into the cool water while sucking up the liquid drinking its cool, refreshing properties.
He pulled back and gasped while cupping large amounts of it and splashing it across his lanky body.
The coolness was pleasant and made his horribly feeling condition slightly better.
"Thank the gods." He injected with a smooth sounding tone.
More coherent of his surroundings and what was going on, he listened while looking around. Though not seeing anyone, he could surely hear them.
Fear still gripping him, he stumbled to his feet and ran downstream heading further away from his unjust home.
A shuffle and snapping of some branches from behind had him spinning around, wide-eyed when seeing Guan-H'dlak, Night Fear, one of his brothers -- clad in only some leather -- lift his spear high above his head and launched it at Jehdin-Pyode with all his might.
Too shocked to move from seeing his own blood hurtling the tool of death at him, he came to a stand still, but his footing stumbled over some loose stones in the stream, tripped and fell backwards.
He seen his whole world coming to an end when seeing the spear zip for his face then passed his eyes, feeling the rush of air passing by him as he fell further to the ground.
Stones tore into his backside as he landed. Panting, he looked beyond to an upside down world looking at the shaft of the spear followed down to the spear head which was lodged into stone and dirt right above his head.
Hearing his brother cursing at the miss, Jehdin-Pyode jumped up and ran downstream.
Seeing a clearing ahead and ran for it, hearing Guan-H'dlak behind him, he heard him pry the spear free and turned around while running to see what his brother was about to do.
Guan-H'dlak lifted the spear and launched it again.
Sucking in his breath, Jehdin-Pyode kicked himself into over drive and felt himself speed up. Seeing the spear near him, he turned around to jump out of its path but could only watch helplessly in absolute fear as he suddenly ran out of ground.
The clearing was a cliff.
Seeing the spear from the corner of his vision disappear beneath and felt its sharp blade slice into his calf muscle, he drew in a breath for what would be his final time, heart stopping and could only look onward in fear as he started to fall.
Though everything was moving passed him, it felt like his world came to a sudden stop.
A noise engulfed his ears and discovered it was he screaming as he fell to his death.
Below were the rushing rapids and screamed in terror as his body slammed into the water creating a massive wake. Though the waters parted, it felt like he hit ground. Feeling wetness and pain, his world turned black.
Next chapter - Savior : Jehdin-Poyde meets his first Bad Blood, Hulij-hswei - Crazy Brother. Little does he know the Bad Blood will be his first true friend, a being who will not patronize and shun him for how he was born.
For those who are aware of my drawing, "My Yautja Boys", Jehdin-Poyde is, Ju-dt - Hard Tree. He has yet to be given his Bad Blood name (Ju-dt) but it will be given to him in this story.
* I have yet to decide if I'm going to up the ante with this and have my two boys perform some sexual favors on each other, they do end up as "partners", but I'm still debating if I should write them in the act later on. Does anyone want to read any of that stuff? They're not gay-gay, but being Bad Bloods/Pirates, stuck on a ship with other frustrated males and having a hard time attracting females who normally refuse to spend time on rogues takes a toll on them, so they turn their "needs" onto each other.
For those who haven't seen my drawing of the two, you can head over to my profile to get my e-mail add, or just let me know via Comment (with your e-mail add) that you want to see them and I'll send them in an e-mail. Note* The drawing of them is Mature rated.