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Sam and Bill DC One-Shots
Chapter 28 Part 1
Co-Writer GreyKing46
We do not own these DC characters. All rights belong to DC Comics. Sam is owned by GreyKing46. Bill is owned by GhostKaiser23.
'Today is warm. Today is bright. The softness where we sleep is good.' A voice thinks to itself almost narrating its routine. 'I wake up, look around me as I see my clan. The sound of the water past our heads, the shade of leaves keeping us covered from the bright thing up above. My clan is waking up as we head to the water. I am thirsty.'
We pull out and see a gorgeous location, tall trees with large fan-like leaves, deep roots and clear drinking water in a long river near a waterfall, we see ape-like hominids awaken to the day, yawning as the mews of smaller ape-like babes wanted food.
These creatures were hairy, their postures were hunched over, hairy arms and legs, not crawling but almost hopping. They had four fingers and a thumb on their two hands, bare feet and somewhat exposed chests.
One of these apes scooped up water in their hands, drinking deeply as they were waking up. 'Water good. Water cold.' A female of this tribe thought to herself. It looked almost identical to other females of its clan, brown/black fur with dark eyes, ape shaped heads and pinkish skin. 'Hungry. Need food.' She thought, before cooing to the members of the clan. "Hoo! Hoo~! Ahh!"
Members of the clan looked at each other, bouncing on their knuckles and hands as they heard that. "Ahh! Ooh-hoo!"
'Will follow, will go too.' The female thought as it looked like they were going to team up and explore. 'More. More food in trees.'
A male shook its head, giving warnings of something, warnings of a 'big, long thing' in the trees if they got too close. It beat its chest and gave a stern 'Hoomph!' as it looked into the female's eyes.
The female nodded, looking at the small group who were about to go out. The bright thing would go away soon if they didn't go. They needed food for the clan, they were hungry. 'Stay away from trees. Nasty thing.'
The female and the other, older males crouched and bounced through the forest. It was a lush jungle of verdant greens from the leaves, dark browns from the trunks and bark of trees, grey and pale yellows from stones. They needed the hanging fruits found in bushes. The sweet ones would be good for energy.
The hunting group split up, looking around for food as the female split off to find bushes and fruit. 'Where nice things? Sweet food and bitter food good.' She thought.
Through the bushes and the leaves, the female looked for food. In her sight, she saw them. Small round red balls, she plucked them from the stems and ate them; there was no need to search while on an empty stomach. She was getting full, this start was good.
Rustle, rustle
The movement of leaves and brush could be heard behind the female, the sounds of small prey animals...or so she hoped. The female turned around and saw a dark-furred form. It was much larger than her and much more dangerous. "AAAHH!" The female howled as it slammed her away.
"Hoo! Hoo!" The figure roared at her, it was a male of her tribe. It was threatening her. Demanding her to be submissive.
The female grunted as she got up, shaking her head. Hating this male. It was so much taller and stronger than her. 'H-Hurt. Hurt bad. Urk, bad.'
Urk, the large ape growled at the female. 'Weak. Weak female. Strength all needed. Give food, Urk! Be mate, Sahme!'
Sahme panted, feeling her body hurt...she hated this male. To be with such a beast. No. It wouldn't. She threw dirt into Urk's face and ran. She ran away. She had to, to live.
She rushed away, survival had to be achieved. All that mattered.
Her body was weak compared to Urk. Sahme had to get out of there...Even if it meant leaving the tribe behind. 'Run. Run. Must run!' She thought hopping over roots and stones, she couldn't climb trees as it would lead to the 'long bad thing'.
The shining thing up above crawled over as Sahme ran. She soon ended near some tall stones that could touch the upper place, it was abandoned, it was a safe place she thought. Sniffing the air, trying to get the scent of any predators or other tribes. Would she be welcomed? Would she be hurt again? The males were always scary to her, females like her mother or friends were nicer.
No smell from other tribes, not for a long while. Sahme felt hunger in her belly again, her hand rubbed it, the pain that Urk left was gone...but it still hurt. Big males were often leaders. She looked around, this place looked okay. 'Water and leaves. Big hole in tall stones. Safe here.' She thought to herself. 'Hungry again. Need food.' She frowned as she looked into the sky. The sky was now growing dark, further little things were popping out in the sky. 'Need leaves.' She thought as she tried to go up a tree and rip out leaves for bedding.
Sahme grabbed leaf after leaf, throwing them down to the stones below, trying to make her bedding area. Maybe...maybe she could find a place to be with a nice tribe. One with no bad males. 'Hurt bad. Hunger bad. Need food.' She thought as she slowly climbed down. Her hurt area made her take her time as up above had turned dark and the little things and the pale round thing appeared in the sky. The pale thing was less harsh to look at, it was beautiful and big. Sahme raised her hand into the upper place and wanted to touch it; it was her safe area...something so far and undisturbed. Looking down on them like a mother.
Then. Something caught her eye. A strange thing...streaking through the upper place. It was moving. Fast and faster. Sahme's eyes followed it, entranced by its glow. It grew closer and closer, a colour. A bright colour. Bright light, the thing in the sky during the day and like the colour of leaves. Brighter and brighter, it glowed. Closer and closer as it rushed towards the tall rocks near Sahme's bedding.
BOOM!
Sahme was thrown from the tree and crashed to the ground, landing on bushes and bracken as she felt the red liquid leave her...she was hurt. Hurt from the fall. Hurt by the loud noise that terrified her. But...the glow. It called to her. 'Loud. Loud thing! Loud...warm thing. Warm like day.' She thought, looking at the large thing. It was a rock. Glowing like leaves through the shining thing...it was warm. The dark can be cold. The dark can be scary...but this stone. 'If stone...warm. Bright...maybe...Sahme safe?' She thought, feeling her mind grow tired from hunger and pain...the weakness of this fear made her curl up into a ball, the warmth of the rock was comforting. 'Mother...?' She thought as she fell to sleep.
The night slipped through the world, the stars being her only companion now as Sahme was sleeping. The noise had terrified all predators away, Sahme was safe...and forever changed. As she slept her body silently and painlessly changed. The pain was eased and soon gone. The warmth of the red water had stopped flowing out of her. The glow of the stone was growing dimmer and dimmer, Sahme was sleeping with sweet dreams in her mind, all she thought of was her mother cradling her in her arms. It was good. It made her happy.
The dawn and the day soon came before anything started to come close towards the site of the fallen stone from up above. And the glow was gone. The glowing stone had turned to the colour of the earth...and an ape, a large angry looking ape glared down at the large rock...and roared angrily at the strange thing on top of it. "HOORAAARGH! HOORARGH!"
Eyes widened of the 'creature' sleeping on the rock, looking behind it as it saw the ape. 'W-What? What going on?' It thought...in strange thoughts in its mind before it was jumped upon by the ape. "AAH!"
"Rargh! Roogh!" The ape roared, pinning the figure down, slamming its fists into the figure angrily. 'Vandar kill! Kill thing!' It roared in its guttural howls. 'Vandar strong! Strongest Vandar!'
The creature screamed as it was hit, struck again and again. But the pain...it didn't seem to linger as long. Screaming, the figure struggled to fight back, flailing its arms and slapped the ape across its face to knock it off. Only on instinct did the figure tries and find something. It grabbed the first thing it could think of...a large pointed rock.
WHACK!
The ape's head was struck. Red-water and goo came from its head...it was stunned as the rock buried deep into its head. The figure pushed the ape off its body, forcing it to the ground...and struck again.
SPLAT!
SPLAT!
SPLAT!
SPLAT!
Its head was turned into paste, away from the large rock that the creature was sleeping on as it was grunting angrily and, in a haze,...as it could only think to defend itself. It was covered in blood, its hands and knees covered in it. The figure slowly got up and shuddered, terrified of what it had done. 'What have I done? What did I do?' The figure thought in fear as the rush was coming down. It looked at its hands...and saw something strange, bumps on their chest. Strange bumps. It stumbled and tripped on itself, terrified...What was this creature? 'Tribe. Tribe...Home.' It thought as it rushed through the forest, running faster than it realised it could.
Sahme gasped as she realised something. She saw the world... Different.
It was like her world...was bright? Smaller. It was like her senses had changed and even her stance had changed. Her body was different. She was running faster and faster...her body wanted to...stand up? Change its shape so she didn't crouch over.
As the creature stood up, it stood above the bushes as it ran through, the chill of the air around her as she ran. It didn't feel tired, it didn't feel hungry as much. It all felt more...alive. 'Must find. Must find home. Tribe safe.' It thought as it ran.
SPLASH!
Its feet felt the cold of the river as it ran through, paying attention to its surroundings and saw what was important. A big tree, the river, the sound of the rushing water. It was coming back to the tribe of apes that lived there. 'Oro! Gur! Uka! Where are you?' The creature called out, hearing its voice different and clear than during the fight against that killer 'Vandar'. It was different, it sounded like a baby's voice. Light and higher, and not its normal deep sound.
None came out, it was not silent as the tribe saw the creature in its home. They were afraid. They were hidden away. There was red water on the rocks and grass underneath, the creature looked down. and was stunned. 'Go away!' The apes screamed at the creature. 'We kill you! Like long thing kill Urk!'
'Urk dead? Urk hurt me!' The creature responded, revealing itself as Sahme. 'It Sahme!'
'Sahme gone! Not Sahme!' The apes hollered and threw stones and sticks at Sahme. 'Bad thing!' They warned Sahme, attacking her in fear.
Sahme raised her arms and covered herself, running away as she was attacked by rocks and sticks. Tears formed in Sahme's eyes as she ran, following the river down. 'Urk dead? Urk bad but strong.' She thought as she had to run away again. Once by Urk and another by her whole tribe. She soon came to an end when she got away far enough. It was large round water that went to the bottom of small grass. 'Why? Why tribe hurt me?' Sahme thought as she wiped the tears from her eyes, reaching down into the water to drink and wash the blood off her...and saw a strange creature in her sight. "Ahh!" She backed up as dirt fell into the water. She panicked, calmed down and then looked back, hoping it wasn't there...but it was. A strange hairless creature.
Its fur was long and black but only on its head and just above its eyes; the eyes themselves weren't dark, they were green. They were like leaves on trees. Its hairless body was a strange colour, like the colour of a baby and just as soft. Its head was completely different, a smaller mouth and chin, a strange small beak on her face and small ears.
Sahme looked at the water and saw the creature move with herself.
Splash!
She pulled back, she saw the movement in the water...and touched her face. She had changed, she had become this creature. Sahme didn't look like she did; she was this hideous creature...and she was cold. No fur meant no warmth, no warmth meant long sleep. Sahme shuddered in place at the edge of the large water...Urk was gone. Tribe feared her. She was alone. And she wailed. Sahme wailed out in anguish and despair as she had lost it all.
Many nights and days passed, Sahme had travelled and had to survive on her own. The heat of the days and the chill of the nights were constant, she had to make things. Things she didn't know how to make at first...but she had to survive, she was terrified of the upper place when the water and loud noises and fast lights fell, heavy winds whirling around her as she tried to make bedding.
She had to make so many things, just to keep herself fed and alive. Sahme made stick with a sharp point when using a rock, tying a rock onto a stick when the point broke. Some nights it got so cold, she had to make a new thing. A hot thing. This thing made of wood and grass, it was a comfort and safe thing for her...it hurt her hands the first time she reached into it, but she always got better shortly after.
The days and nights continued to move on, and Sahme couldn't find any others like her. She was so alone; she was a wanderer. Some nights the hot thing she made wasn't enough...and she had to get fur. She missed her fur; it kept her warm. On nights that chilled her to her core, she had to find a large beast, a snarling howling creature that worked in packs. The stick with a rock was helpful, it kept the howling beasts back and when one got close, she struck and hurt it bad, killing it. She had gotten somewhat good at it...but it never felt good. Sahme did it to survive, she did to live; she cried when she had to hurt others. 'Was this a mate? A mother? Father? A baby?' Those thoughts haunted her mind...and when she was so hungry she ate the meat of the beasts she killed. She threw up the meat as she didn't like the taste, it was the red water and she didn't like it.
One night, she looked at a kill she had made...and shoved a pointed stick through its meat and held it over the hot thing she had made. It smelt different, it was a new and strange smell. As it was resting over the fire the red meat turned brown and Sahme's mouth drooled. She removed the meat and bit deeply into it, her eyes widened in shock. It was good! The red water of the meat was gone and its taste was good! The teeth in her mouth were good now! Ravenously, Sahme continued to eat the meat and continued to make new things. Some from the beaked beasts that had strange soft leaves on its body, soft like fur but didn't cover much. 'Sahme could use?' Sahme thought to herself, as she collected bones and furs, the strange leaves on the beaked beasts. She had made a nice pile of things she had.
More nights and days passed, Sahme had made names for some of the things she had made. 'Pointed Stick' and 'Stick With Rock' was now 'Spear', 'Hot Thing' was now called 'Fire'; Sahme had made things from the bones, little things that had points and holes, it made the furs fit her better now. And it was so warm at night now. Beasts were named to her as well. 'Pack beasts' were now 'Wolves', 'Beak Beasts' were 'Birds', 'Small Water Beasts' were now 'Fish'. It was fun for her naming things.
Sahme soon came to a large, lush place. It was nice, it looked safe. She used her head to look around and take it in. New plants and rivers, hills and mountains made up this place. It looked like it was going to be good here.
Rustle, rustle
"Huh?" Sahme turned as she heard the sound of rustling, she wondered what it was going to be. 'Wolf? Tiger? What's there?' She thought, before dropping her spear. Her eyes watered once again, how long had it been since she cried? 'Th-things. Things like me!' She thought joyfully.
Appearing through the bushes were things like her, dark brown hair and dark eyes, pelts around their waists, fur on their chins with slightly-flat noses, holding spears like her. The things grunted, wanting to know what Sahme was. Sahme couldn't understand their grunts. It was strange to her. "Hoorgh! Urk-gah!"
Sahme tried to get her voice across. 'Sahme. Not bad. You like Sahme?' She gestured, hoping they wouldn't harm her...not that they couldn't. Sahme had lived in the cold and against beasts, and despite almost dying, she would be fine.
Nothing seemed to kill her now. Nothing.
The creatures looked at Sahme and tilted their heads, grunting and waved their spears, wanting her to come forward as they saw her strange furs on her. "Urgh. Hoo-garu."
Sahme looked at their gestures and nodded, seeing this as a sign of trust; she picked up her spear and walked towards them. These 'hunters' seemed to be curious about her furs and why she was wearing them. 'Furs warm. Furs keep Sahme warm in night.' She gestured, explaining what the clothing did.
"Ooh." The creatures sniffed Sahme, as she looked like the wolves she killed with the fur. Looking at the spears she had, they walked and walked.
Sahme was happy, trying to talk to them with her own grunts, but it seemed not to work, like she was struggling to communicate. But still after so long of not meeting others like her...it was good. 'Where tribe? Where home?'
One of the two pointed up, showing a hole in the tall stones...no. Mountain. Sahme's eyes widened in awe...and saw something that made her drop to her knees. "Arh-hoo-ga?"
'More. More...like Sahme!' She grunted and tried to speak in their tongue. And it was true. There were dozens like these new creatures. Tanned brown skin with hair on their bodies, wearing thin pelts around their waists and chests, some carrying babes in their arms. Males and females alike. They were here!
The tribe looked at Sahme and backed up a little, the young males grabbed what looked like trunks and wrapped them with animal hide. They were talking or more like yelling at each other, pointing at Sahme like she was going to be a problem. The two who were with Sahme yelled back, showing the spear she had made and the furs she was wearing. "Ahh! Oorg-Ha!"
'Sahme, not bad! Sahme hunt wolves! Sahme make spear!' Sahme called out, trying to speak to them; but what good was it if they couldn't speak the same?
A heavy and muscular male walked forward, long black-brown hair and brown eyes, wearing a pelt around its waist as it looked at Sahme. "Hoo! Gurag-gah! Nok tur!" This male seemed to be the leader, tall and strong. This scared Sahme, she thought she had forgotten...but Urk. And that Vandar. Both big and strong. It made her cower a little.
"Hu-gah, rak." The males by Sahme pointed forwards as they were allowed in, with her in tow.
'Sahme. Here? Can stay?' Sahme asked, getting the most of it as she walked up into the cave's area and she saw mothers and females, mates among their own children. 'Tribe!' She howled happily, making the cave's inhabitants shake back a little...save for an 'elder' female.
This female had short brown hair, matted and tangles, brown eyes looking at Sahme's green eyes, wearing a beige and well-worn pelt around her chest and waist, her stomach exposed with some scars from birth. "Haa, hoor?" The elder female asked, looking at Sahme.
'Sahme. Name is Sahme.' Sahme spoke, gesturing to herself.
"S-Sah-Sah-muh?" The elder female repeated in Sahme's language, making Sahme almost go loose-legged. "Sahme?"
'Happy! Can talk to new tribe!' Sahme responded, using her words, though it would take time for proper talking between this tribe.
'Sahme.' The elder female spoke. 'Name Kuri.'
'Kuh? Ree?' K-Kuri.' Sahme asked, repeating the female's name to which she nodded.
Both knew each other's names. This was a good start. The tribe were looking at Sahme's furs and weapons, they looked much more than their own. This female...she was different. Much different than their own and how strong she looked, her stance showed a hunter; one who had been hunting seemingly from birth. They looked at Sahme and her green eyes with adoration and fascination.
Outside the cave, the leader of the tribe looked at Sahme, turning to his males and an older member of their tribe, skinny and with greying hair. They talked, showing the spear of Sahme they took. This would help them hunt and collect food. Maybe, this new female would join them. It would be good since she was wearing furs, and the heavy cold was coming.
As Sahme continued to speak to the older woman, she began to notice the language and began to pick it up.
It was stunning to see how fast she was able to pick up the language, noting the words and the tones. 'Sahme can talk as us?' Kiru asked in shock, hearing Sahme's voice in their speech.
Sahme nodded and smiled. 'Sahme talk like Kuri now!' Which amazed the tribe's members, someone new from outside their tribe was speaking their words! And from a 'wild female'!
'Where Sahme from? What your tribe?' Kuri asked, wanting to know.
'U-Uh...Sahme...Sahme alone. Sahme was chased out. Sahme from waterfall and trees. Lost long ago.' Sahme answered sadly, vaguely remembering those thoughts of her old life.
The tribe looked at Sahme, seeing how she was from 'waterfall and trees'. Not many tribes lived close to those two things. And what was a 'waterfall'? 'What 'waterfall'?' A male tribesman asked.
'Waterfall make river, river is long water. Sahme make names for things.' Sahme answered, pointing outside. 'Water falls over big stones.'
The tribe began to understand slowly. 'How make furs?' A female asked, wanting to know Sam's clothes.
'Sahme make from wolf, Sahme cut wolf fur and make thread. Will show.' Sahme answered with the tribe's tongue and removed a layer of furs from her body and showed off her toned stomach. The fur was made with crude sinew-like stitching, made and replaced over and over. 'Made from small bones and thread.'
The males and females looked at Sahme's furs and her body...this female was strong! They seemed mesmerised by it all. Kiru spoke up. 'Sahme, show make clothes. Help during long cold!' She asked hopefully and excitedly. 'Sahme can stay!'
Sahme's eyes widened at the offer and nodded; she knew first-hand how horrible the lack of warmth was during those horrible long cold days. 'Will make furs! Sahme stay and help!'
She was grinning in excitement, she felt so pure and light!
The tribe cheered happily, Sahme would stay! Another mouth to feed wouldn't be too hard while they could hunt and gather much better now! Soon, the leader of the tribe walked in and holding Sahme's spear. His face was stern and strong as he looked at Sahme. 'Made spear? How?'
'Female not speak words, only grunts like beast.' One of the hunters that Sahme met responded, it sounded rude, but it was more that he didn't know yet.
Sahme turned and looked at the leader, seeing her spear in his hand. 'Sahme make spear, Sahme stay and show how.' She gulped nervously. Though she had faced beasts before coming here, strong males always made Sahme scared.
'Speak words? Speak our words?' The leader asked, his brow furrowing in shock.
'Kuri spoke, Sahme heard.' Kuri explained, gesturing to herself. 'Gorn, Sahme make furs. We live cold nights. Even help hunt.' She looked at the leader.
Gorn, the leader, huffed as he looked at the spear. 'Female stay. Make spear and furs.'
'Right.' Sahme grunted a bit, proud.
Kuri sighed heavily as she saw Gorn walk away, still holding the spear. 'Tribe needs food. Food hard to find. Wolves and beasts make it hard.'
'Sahme will hunt.' Sahme answered. 'Sahme hunt for long time. Will hunt wolves and big beasts. Fur and meat for tribe!' She smiled. 'Make new spear.'
'Sahme show us?' A male tribesman asked, wanting to know how to make it.
'Will show.' Sahme nodded as she walked outside and began her process, choosing the right wood and strips of hide, tying up a new pointed stone in place and made a fully made spear.
Some days passed as Sahme managed to make the tribe she had become part of better than before. Sahme had gone hunting with her spears and experience, all to make clothes and get food for the tribe.
The clothes on the tribesmen and women changed from the thin strips of animal hide to warm fur clothing, boots made of wood and thread, coats made with wooden pegs to keep the fur in place and long fur-covered bodies. It was warm and safe for the cold nights to come.
Sahme was spending more time with the females of the group, happier now than she had been in so long. And she was getting closer to Kiru and other female members of the tribe. 'Home.' Sahme thought.
The heat and smell of fire was warming the cave, keeping it covered with stones so that it didn't go out by the winds was a huge help. Sahme's thoughts and ideas were amazing. They learned to cook meat with fire, even adding things with certain leaves and even hunting the fish in the river...which took some tries.
Gorn saw this, the tribe growing from within. 'Fire. Spear. Meat. Furs. Sahme is good. Smart like elder but young.' He thought while tearing into a large slab of meat with his teeth.
Kuri was sitting next to Sahme, wearing the fur of a wolf. 'Sahme, furs warm. Fire good. So much in small days. You good help.'
Sahme tore into a fish she had cooked, spitting the bones out into her lap. 'Happy to help. Happy being here.' She leaned next to Kuri, resting her head.
'Tired? Want sleep?' Kuri asked, seeing this strange motion.
'No. Happy with Kuri.' Sahme smiled.
The other tribesmen saw this, seeing how close Sahme was getting with Kuri. Kuri was the mate of a male, though it was good to see Sahme help females, males felt angry by this display. 'Sahme.' Gorn stood up, wearing a toga-like wolf-skin pelt over his shoulders and waist. 'Gorn fight you.'
'Huh? Fight? Sahme do bad?' Sahme asked, looking up at him with worry.
'Gorn want you for mate.' He ordered, glaring at her. 'Smart mate, make good child.'
...
'What?' Sahem asked in confusion.
The tribe looked at them, feeling honoured and scared for Sahem. When Gorn wanted a mate, he took them. The better the mate, the more he wanted them. 'You. Gorn's mate. Now.' He ordered.
Sahem looked up and shuddered, shaking her head. 'Not males mate. Sahem fight back!' She stood up, looking at his eyes as she didn't want a male to touch her.
'We fight. If lose, you Gorn's mate. If win, Gorn leaves.' Gorn answered, snarling at her.
'At sunrise. We fight.' Sahem responded. 'Last night sleep.'
'Good. Day will be Gorn win.' Gorn answered, taking his meat and walked off...and a couple of women left with him.
Everyone went silent, looking at Sahem in shock and horror.
Kuri grabbed Sahme's arm in worry. 'Gorn strong. Strong hunter. Gorn not lost and has many mates.'
'Gorn strong...but not smart. Sahem smart. Can win.' Sahem responded confidently. 'Gorn not fight me yet.'
Kuri frowned as she looked at Sahem. 'Want Sahem win.'
Sahem nodded as she sat back down and sighed...tonight was going to be a long night. 'Gorn fight fair?'
'Gorn not lose before.' A male tribesman answered.
'Sahem sleep now.' Sahem responded, leaning on Kuri.
The night continued as Sahem slept, soon the new day came...and Sahem was ready to fight Gorn. He was holding the spear in his hand, same with Sahem. Both knew it was going to be a fight for either freedom or a new mate...and the tribe was overseeing it.
Spears both slammed the ground rhythmically as Sahem and Gorn looked at each other.
Donk, donk, donk, donk!
Sahem's green eyes to Gorn's dark eyes.
Donk, donk, donk, donk!
Gorn was looking at Sahem's body, ready to make her his.
Donk, donk, donk!
"AROO!" The tribe howled as the fight began. Gorn lunged forward with the spear, Sahem dodging the lunge, slamming the butt of the spear into Gorn's side.
Gorn grunted and swung the spear at her, and with his huge arm, hit Sahem in her side. Sahem was fast and strong, but she did not have the big strength of Gorn.
Sahem grunted, being flung back, but she rolled on the ground holding the spear and back to her feet, she was going to strike. 'Hah, hah, hah!' She lunged with the spear catching Gorn's furs and into his arm, making it bleed. 'Got blood!'
'Grr! Hurt! Fast female!' Gorn growled, sweeping at her feet with the spear he had, he would make Sahem his!
Sahem saw the sweep of the spear and jumped out of the way, leaping back to get out of the way. She tried again, lunging forwards with the spear to get his arm again. Only for Gorn to grab the spear pulling it and threw it away, which brought Sahem close and he hit her in the stomach...Hard.
Sahem's eyes widened from the pain, grunting heavily as she was pinned to the ground and had Gorn's full weight on top of her. Her arms were pinned as Gorn seemed to 'mount her' and panting heavily.
'Submit. Mine.' He ordered and panted, removing her clothes in a sign of victory.
Sahme frowned...she had lost. She had won against wild beasts, but tribesmen like her...they were different. 'Sahme...submits.' She frowned as she was nude before Gron.
Kuri saw this and frowned, seeing her fellow female taken by Gron. He always won, always strong. 'Sahme...' She whispered sadly as she wanted to look away.
The tribe watched as Gron revealed his breeding tool, rubbing it against his new mate's hole. Sahme looked up at Gron and shuddered as she felt this male's breeding tool, gripping the ground before she felt him enter her. "A-AHH!" She gasped vocally, shuddering as her bumps bounced because of the thrust inside of her. She had never been bred before, Sahme felt Gron's breeding tool push deep inside her.
Gron grunted as he had claimed another mate, feeling her hole wrap around his tool. He won again. Another mate for strong children.
He released her hands, one hand gripping her throat in a possessive way as he slammed away. Gron's breeding tool filling and spreading Sahme, opening her birth chamber wide.
Pleasure began to fill Sahme's body as she gasped and moaned, feeling her breeding hole grow wetter. It's liquid letting Gron move his member in and out harder and faster, their flesh hitting flesh in loud dramatic claps. The tip of his breeding tool pressing into the opening of her baby chamber.
Sahme's mouth was open as she felt Gron's body thrust faster and faster, feeling his breeding tool try and possess her and thrust into her baby chamber thrusting harder; Gron was going to make a baby with this smart female.
'Say it! Say it!' Gron ordered as he used all his might and power to thrust away.
Sahme gasped and groaned, feeling her mind going blank by this new sensation. 'B-Breed-! Breed me!' She moaned, feeling the lack of air return to her lungs as Gron released her throat and filled her with his seed.
Warmth.
That was all Sahm felt as she was filled.
Gron gasped heavily and with victory, pulling out as he left a small trail of his seed inside of Sahem. 'Mine.' He spoke, looking down at Sahme as he stood up and left for the cave.
Sahme panted heavily as she was nude, filled with Gron's seed and surrounded by the tribe...what was going to happen now?
Kuri walked over with some of the females to help Sahme up, they knew what Gron was like and what he did. And now, Sahme was his. 'Sahme...lost.' She muttered sadly.
'Sahme did more than other females.' A female tribesman answered.
'Sahme...not good name.' She thought sadly.
'Sahme...' Kuri frowned as she saw her friend defeated.
The days passed as Sahme was kept in the cave. She went out hunting...but she was mostly keeping with the females of the tribe. Gron kept her safe, he wanted his smart mate to be in the tribe. And
Sahme...she felt like she had lost her drive.
But she accepted her place as Gron's mate. One of many.
The mates weren't bad, far from it, they were kind. They were chosen by Gron too and they looked after each other. It didn't mean Sahme couldn't make friends with other tribesmen, even talking to some of the children and the other males.
'Sahme.' Kuri spoke as she walked towards her.
'Kuri.' Sahme responded gently. 'Are well?'
Kuri nodded. 'Is Sahme?'
'Sahme is not good name. It name of weak wild beast.' Sahme answered.
'New name, for Sahme?' Kuri asked. '...Suh...Sah...Sam? Sam new name.'
'Sam?'
'Sam. New name, for new life.' Kuri nodded. 'Try to help.'
Sahme...no, Sam looked up at Kuri and smiled gently, hugging her gently. 'Sahme...now Sam.'
The other mates looked at Sam and Kuri, seeing these two getting close. And hoped to have that same gentleness with Sam. 'S-sa...Sam. Sit with us?' A fellow female asked, wanting Sam to be with them.
'Of course.'
The females of Gron's mates gathered together, they began talking, about Sam's smart things and how much she had changed their lives. It was kind praise and thanks, that they gave to her, even getting close to Sam to hold her, embracing her in their arms.
Sam smiled, hugging back and felt the bumps on their fur-covered chests over her own furs. It felt good...she wanted to keep holding them there.
'Gron child strong. Sam child be smart.' A female spoke up, talking about days ahead.
'Child...Sam child.' Sam thought as she rubbed her belly.
'We help. Babes be good and strong. Make tribe better.' A female continued.
Sam nodded in agreement. 'We smarter. We be better than Gron.'
''Smart...er'?' A female asked.
'Mean better smart.' Sam responded, having made up a new word for them. 'Sam make new things all time. Sam call 'word'.'
The females repeated the words that Sam thought up...and it made things...confusing for a while. But it helped improve their speech, slowly and surely.
The days passed on as Gron returned to his 'nest' from hunting, Sam having grown accustomed to his 'routine' where he would mount one of his mates, or her until she started to show signs of the baby in her belly.
That's right, she was pregnant.
Sam's first babe, she felt heavy because of it. She felt hungry and angry on most days, though looking at the children of the tribe was better and easing her mind somewhat. This would make her a mother, she would teach her child all she could and be better. Teach it to hunt, fight, learn about animals and food. Teach it to talk. She would be a mother.
Gorn saw Sam with a proud smile. 'Smart child. Stay in cave.' He instructed Sam as Gorn was getting older. Sights of grey hairs in his head started to show.
'How is Sam?' A fellow female mate asked as they were holding a child.
'Mad. Want to hunt. Want to get food.' Sam answered.
The female nodded, holding Sam's hand softly. 'Day is nice, sun is warm.'
'Cold will come. So will wolves.' Sam answered. 'Need to get food soon.'
'Sam not alone now. Now have us.' The female answered reassuringly, resting her head on Sam's shoulder as she did before.
Sam smiled gently and rested back on her fellow mate. 'Yes. Now have mates.' And looked at her fellow mates' eyes and body, feeling happier as she embraced her, groping her side.
Night came soon, darkness all any could see.
The moon was covered by clouds, the rustles of trees and the howl of the wind were quiet as the tribe were huddled in the caves. Sam was sleeping in Gorn's arms like she was his possession while her hands held onto the other females of the tribe.
Suddenly a roar filled the skies.
The tribe woke up in shock at that, hearing the deep roar outside. Something was coming! Something big!
Gorn got up and grabbed something from the wall. 'Gorn kill beast!' He growled sleepily. 'Males kill beast!' he ordered.
Sam reached out, grabbing a weapon herself.
She had a spear she had made with the tribe when she was first joined by them. This was her tribe, her clan, she was going out to fight. To hunt.
Though she had her baby in her belly, Sam could still move, she wasn't feeble yet.
Outside of the cave was a large brown creature, roaring loudly as it approached. A massive creature that towered above them. It had dark brown fur, a black nose and black claws with dark eyes, a large mouth with sharp teeth and towered over Gron.
'Back! Monster!' Gron roared.
The beast roared back, swatting at Gron, it was angry at the tribesmen who were attacking it. It seemed to back up, almost backing into a tree...before it reared up and swatted down onto Gron who got in too close with it.
The tribesmen tried to use the spears, jabbing close but couldn't quite get the closing distance.
Some rushed to Gron's side, to see if he was okay.
The claws of the creature were deep, blood was dripping onto the cold ground, they would leave nasty marks but Gron might be okay if they left the hunt.
ROAR!
The beast roared as the tribesmen backed up in worry, seeing the creature appear and raise its clawed hand again as it was about to smack another tribesman.
'HRARGH!' Sam roared, throwing her spear at the bear with a good throw.
It stabbed into the monster's throat, piercing it harshly.
The creature began to choke, coughing up blood as Sam had kept the spear in its throat, pushing it deeper in. Its body swayed as it was dying, keeping it aloft slowly, though its blood mixed with Gron's.
Sam stood tall, pushing the spear in deeper until it came out of the creature's head. Sam was no soft female. She was a hunter. She was no longer afraid of killing animals that hunted for dominance.
Gron saw this, slowly breathing as he saw his mate...she was smart. She was strong...He was happy seeing her there. He would make many babes with her.
THUD!
The creature fell to the ground heavily, the spear deep within its throat, coming out of its neck. Sam stood tall and looked at the tribesmen who looked at her with reverence.
Gron's eyes began to grow heavy, his body growing weak.
'Gron. You hurt bad.' Sam frowned as she saw him, the mighty Gron was beaten by the large creature.
'Mate...' Gron's eyes began to close.
'Name not 'mate'.' Sam picked up the spear. 'My name Sam.'
Gron's body went limp as Sam stood there, taking his spear and standing tall among the males of the tribe. Gron had bled out, he was dead.
Sam looked at the males and rose the spear above her head. She declared herself to be chief.
The cold biting wind blew, the darkness was penetrated by her green eyes. She was going to be the coming days of the tribe. To make them smarter and stronger.
Many days and nights passed, the tale of Sam who killed the large beast was told around the tribe, she was called the 'strongest and smartest'...but she had just been through her most horrible ordeal so far. For half the day she was screaming, kept in the cave and away from other members of the tribe. She had given birth. That pain was horrible for Sam, she had faced wolves, tigers, and other beasts and survived their wounds; but this pain of bringing life to the world...it burned her like fire and it went on like that for the whole half-day.
But soon the screams were over, in the cave and brightened by the sun, was Sam...cradling a little baby in her arms, wrapped in furs and hide, its eyes were closed, bald and pudgy...it was a small baby. Sam's baby. 'My baby. My baby safe.' She cooed, looking at her child.
'Male or female?' Shara, a fellow female and newly given named, asked as she looked at her fellow mate.
Sam was silent, exhausted, holding her child close.
She looked at her child and carefully saw. 'Male.' She answered, rubbing her forehead gently against her baby. 'Son.'
''Son'? New word for babe male?' Shara asked.
Sam was too tired, just cradling her baby son in her arms. She needed time to sleep.
Shara saw this and sat down next to her, she and the other mates would be together still. They were part of Gorn's mates.
The corpse of the beast that Sam killed was used for something new. Made of wood and fur, a cave but outside. It was tall and used wood sticks to hold it up, a covering of pelts and leaves tied with flax to make it strong. It was something new that Sam thought of. A 'hut'.
'It small. Not much for all tribe.' Zurr, a male tribesman, commented.
'Hut is for mates.' Kuri answered, trying to remember what Sam said. 'For babies and mates. Warmer than cave.'
'Make from wood and fur?' Yug added, looking at the hut itself, wanting to make one for themselves.
'Make how each want?' Zon, another male, asked.
Kuri nodded. 'Tribe make huts, huts make tribe warm with own food inside.'
Kog, another male but older tribesman, spoke up. 'How Sam? Sleeping?'
'Sleeping. Baby born and safe.' Kuri answered.
More moons passed, Sam was getting a slow grasp of motherhood, even making new words to help the tribe as their children grew up and the grey hairs appeared on their heads.
But Sam stayed the same.
Sam had been spending more time with the females of the tribe, cuddling and hugging them more and more, embracing them as her own when they were asleep in their huts or the cave. Sam was learning more about her body and her fellow mates'. She was treating them with confused and intrigued care, running her hands over their breeding holes.
She had one under her right now, a fresh maiden. Moaning at her touch.
'It feel good?' Sam asked, her fingers playing with the maiden girl, one of the girls who grew up in the tribe and was enjoying herself as she was teaching this maiden.
'It-it feels good!' The maiden moaned as she felt Sam's fingers inside of her, it was like having a male inside her.
Sam smiled as she played with the maiden, teasing the hole with her slightly skilled fingers and making the girl shudder and exclaim because of it. The maiden panted as she leaned into Sam's arms and breasts, their hair wrapping around the fur on Sam's body.
'Sleep now. You were good.' Sam praised the maiden, stroking her hair and leaned her onto the floor that was covered in a soft hide, which made the ground warm.
A voice mumbled in the hut, a young boy's voice resting nearby. It was a brown-haired boy wanting his mother.
'Shh~.' Sam hushed gently, going to her son and cradled him. 'Did you dream well, Waru?' She looked at her son and removed her fur to feed her son. 'Drink milk.' She praised him.
The babe began to drink, eager and hungry.
The tribe outside were coming back with food, hunted and harvested from the trees from the area, it was a good hunt for this season. But it was getting hard, the older tribesmen needed their children to go out hunting soon.
'Hunt was good. Got food for coming days.' The hunter's leader spoke.
'Good.' she commented.
The hunters respectfully nodded at her as they began to prepare the food for meals later. Sam could see the tribe growing, it had grown from the dozen of previous seasons to now up to a higher count...not that she knew how numbers worked yet. She had yet to invent them.
'Waru. You be good, good and smart. Make better than Gorn.' Sam spoke to her son as he finished drinking.
Some days passed and there was trouble coming, a new tribe had travelled to their home, a group of hardened hunters who wanted new food and females for their tribe. They were large and toned, their bodies ready to pounce from years of hunting.
Both tribes were about to get into a large fight, Sam's tribe wielding spears they had made; while the other tribe had some form of club made of bone and wood tied together.
'We Yarng Tribe! Want females and strong men for tribe!' The hunters proclaimed as they held their clubs.
'We are Kinno Tribe! We not join any tribe than own!' The men of Sam's tribe responded, holding them back.
A tall and stern-looking tribesman from the Yarng tribe stepped forward; scarred and painted, furs around his body and bound with flax, thick black-haired and brown eyes. He wielded his club in his hands and pointed it forwards. 'Name Url! Strongest of Yarng tribe! Fight for tribe! Yarng tribe win, Kinno ours! Bring strongest hunter!'
Sam saw this and knew that there was probably no way that her tribe could beat this creature...she had lost against Gorn before...but she was smarter now. She would not lose here. Not again. 'Keep Waru safe.' She spoke to a greying haired Kiru, passing her son to him and picked up a spear...and a strange weapon she made many moons ago. 'I strongest of Kinno tribe! My name Sam!'
'Sam, no! You get killed!' The females panicked as they saw this.
The Yarng Tribe looked at this and began to laugh, jeering at Sam who stood tall with the weapons in hand. 'You strongest? What weak tribe!'
'Female strongest? Speak strange. What say?' Url proclaimed.
'Sam female, but Sam is smarter. Learn and make things Yarng tribe not make yet!' Sam answered. 'Fight on one! Sam and Url! Url win, Url get Kinno tribe. Sam win, Yarng tribe join us. Others not die and live together!'
SLAM!
Url smashed his club into the ground, kicking up dust. 'Good!' And nodded to that.
Sam nodded, gripping her spear tightly.
The tribes backed up out of respect for this duel, leading to a circle of sorts and let Sam and Url move forwards as they held their weapons.
'Hurgh!' Url lunged forwards, swinging his club at Sam and smashed into the ground as she dodged, missing by one foot.
Sam rolled on the ground as she positioned herself up with her spear pointed forwards, shooting forwards and stabbed into his thigh. Blood dripped onto the ground, cutting into an old scar of Url's through the fur boot.
Url roared angrily, his leg had been cut. He spun around, using his momentum and slammed his club again, the bone spikes aimed at Sam's head as he was going to kill her. 'Bad female! Url kill you!'
Sam saw this and drove the spear deep into Url's thigh further the screams of Url filled the area as the tribe saw Sam drop him off his guard and drop the club. She pulled out the strange weapon she had made. It was a strange black rock made into a point like a spear-head but bound in hide, to not cut her hand.
The spear's shaft was broken as Url pulled and broke it out of his wound, he had another weapon...but Sam closed the distance and plunged the strange short weapon into his throat, blood poured out as he looked down at her and was stunned.
'No. Sam kill you.' She answered, as Url fell and bled out, his eyes going dark as he was defeated.
The sound of silence filled both tribes as Sam pulled the weapon out of Url's throat and picked up her broken spear. She turned to the Yarng tribe...no. Her new tribesmen and pointed at them. They backed up out of fear as she looked at them with a killer's look. 'You...you kill Url. You kill us?' The tribesmen asked, dropping their weapons.
Sam panted heavily as she looked at the Kinno tribe. 'Sam. Not killer. Url be buried. Died as warrior. We all tribe now. No fight or hurt each other. We brothers and sisters. We be better! Smarter and stronger together!' She rose the spear above her head. 'Kinno and Yarng tribe. Now...are one tribe! New tribe need new name! We...We 'King' tribe!'
There was silence... And then cheers filled the air.
Sam looked around at her people, her new tribe. Seeing new faces, new brothers and sisters...and new females to meet. True, she had her maidens for now...but it couldn't hurt if she treated them to the same goodwill.
Her tribe was safe, it would grow strong. It would grow and the tribe too would grow. They will learn of beasts to tame, things to grow rather than just take and they will learn more words and religion.
Days will pass as Waru will grow into a man, guided by her mother...and will continue to remain young as he grew old and with his own family.
To be continued
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