Jumping over another bush, Eli turned around. The tail was gone. Of course, who could keep up with the Astartes, the war machine? Of course, this machine could no longer grind someone's body, but the tracks are the most important thing on the move. But after looking closely, he realized that there were few reasons for joy: the trampled earth, fallen trees and a couple of downed deer gave out his path.
The Space Marine decided to take a step further, but his improved vision noticed that he still left barely noticeable traces. He looked around for a solution and found that he had climbed into a thicket of centuries-old oaks. Human thinked that he could try to move from tree to tree.
Not finding a better option, Eli carefully climbed up the trunk of the tree to its branches, which creaked under the mighty body, but were able to overcome him. While Chaosit climbed up, he was thinking about something.
«Yes, it's not such a bad idea. If I climb to the very top, then I can explore the area and find out where the nearest settlement is. And there you can find ammunitions and information. The main thing is to stay away from these mutts.»
The astartes winced at the fresh memories of how he had almost been shackled by an iron, but at the same time soft grip. He was annoyed by a lot of things: fights in hives, lovers of long—range weapons, but most of all - a lack of understanding of what was happening around. No, of course, Eli, like any Khornit, cut down those who came to hand during the battle, and only when, for some unknown reason, the berserker calmed down, he began to analyze what was happening and collect trophies.
But this situation was different in that there was no one to collect trophies from, because it was necessary to get away from the crowd of inhumans. What was most unpleasant, the astartes did not understand what they wanted from him.
«Most likely, these mutants just wanted to eat me and tried to lure me to them. Routine. Seriously, did they really want me to be their husband? It's just ridiculous. Such primitive unions are the lot of mortals, tied to the instinct of reproduction. I don't need it at all. I'm a space Marine, damn it-kho-kha! - just chaosit, I'm not even a "Child of the Emperor"! And even so, I have not heard that they are engaged in such stupidity, and they have a lot of stupidity. Of course, the idea that I will have a smaller copy of myself is nice. I could thus show my greatness and even increase it, if I, along with her mother, can be well brought up-... No, no, this is nonsense. I don't need an heir. I am the god of war, her immortal spirit! To the Warp, that's it!»
Chaosit proudly punched himself in the chest, and almost let out his battle cry to the whole forest, but remembered why he did not walk noe and just continued to climb up.
Analysis of thoughts of an alien entity…
The matrix of the alien entity is gradually becoming spiritually demonic, but lags behind theoretical forecasts by 69.045%... The alien entity resists the general noosphere and the "Great Plan"... This factor will reduce the speed of integration of an alien entity…
Rating: Interesting…
Finding solutions…
Release a large amount of demonic-type magical energy near an alien entity… Refusal. Reason: high risk of creating a "God out of the Machine" event… give an alien entity the opportunity to contact the state association of the Order of the Chief God… Refusal. Reason: high risk of creating a "Vietnamese Flashbacks" event.
Gradual increase in the number of sources of magical energy of the demonic type near an alien entity… Satisfying…
Perform an operation to connect the threads of fate…
The operation is completed.
To begin the secondary task: analysis of the primary energy of an alien entity…
Eli almost climbed to the top and was even able to make out a small, weak light source coming from the ground in the dark environment. There was most likely some kind of settlement or at least a temporary camp. The Astartes was already reaching the end of the branch, when suddenly something jumped onto another branch on which he was leaning, causing it to crack unable to support the weight of both. He turned his head and saw... another girl.
More precisely, another mutant. But this one was very different from the past: in general, it looked like a small rodent, which was called a squirrel, and there were rumors that this animal was from Terra itself. The stranger had the petite body of a fifteen-year-old red-haired girl, barely reaching the lower part of Eli's stomach and a huge, red (orange) tail with a white tip larger than herself (1). The clothes were more modest and orange color prevailed in it. It was also worth noting that this creature was the furriest of all the furry creatures that the Chaos Astartes had seen. There was even an unsolicited thought in his head to touch her in order to experience something new.
«Maybe I should replace Slaanesh after all? Then it will probably be easier… Wait, how did she even end up here? At an altitude of more than thirty meters? And how did I not notice her at all? Psyker? Teleport? A near-death hallucination?»
While two pairs of large eyes were examining each other (one with childish curiosity, the other with the awkwardness of what was happening), the crack indicated the completed agony of the branch, unable to withstand two. Chaosit immediately shifted his gaze to his feet and realized that he no longer had any support. And, as if copying a scene from old holo-broadcast for young children, he immediately flew down. Eli tried to maintain his position and land on his feet, but the branches, as if to spite him, were strong enough to turn him over before breaking. So Eli, remembering the names of all the familiar demons, fell right on his horns on the helmet, burying them quite deeply. After spending several seconds in this state and almost breaking his neck, the astartes managed to take off his helmet and fall on his back, arms outstretched at his sides.
Meanwhile, the mutant had no such problems. She managed to react and successfully grab the very first branch, and then, after effectively rolling a couple of laps, sit on it. And then, with no less graceful acrobatic movements, the squirrel girl jumped from one "bar" to another. Thus she jumped all the way to the bottom and landed on the man's chest.
«Oh, are you hurt, honey?» — the girl blinked her eyes, surprised by Eli's resilience. An ordinary person is unlikely to retain consciousness after such a long flight down.
«...» — The Astartes simply stared at her with his eyes half-closed with irritation, slowly releasing and driving air into his lungs. He was struck by the imperturbability of such a fragile creature, but he quickly remembered who else he was thinking about. «I'm... fine…»
«Oki-doki! Let's get acquainted. My name is Ira, and you are?»
«...Get off me, furball,» — Eli continued to stare at her, trying to inspire fear and obedience. But it didn't really help.
«Nice to meet you, Getofme. Is a furball a surname or a patronymic?» — Ira tapped her chin thoughtfully with her finger.
«Are you looking for death, rat? Have it your way,» — Eli grabbed her ribs and crushed them with the force of compression… But again the body was self-willed and instead of ribs, hands took hold of the waist and gently stroked her, causing the woman to gasp and laugh.
«Oh, yes, that's exactly what I wanted, mmm~❤️,» — she couldn't help but leave a caustic comment to herself, which made Eli mad.
«WHAT THE FUCK, AGAIN?!»
«Just get off me already, then I promise that I won't come back to your house and kill all those you love in the most painful way possible,» — said the berserker in a sepulchral voice, narrowing his black eyes. This again did not give any results.
«What kind of nonsense are you talking about? Well, if that's the case, then first of all, you yourself put your manly hands on my belt and scratch it so skillfully that I just melt. I didn't force you to do anything, it's all you, you fooly, hee-hee.»
«What?! Don't you dare slander me! This is cursed witchcraft, witch! It's all your fault!» — The Space Marine fumed. With incredible difficulty, he managed to unhook his hands. At the back of my mind there was an idea to bring them back, because «Iry has such a soft and warm body. And she's so cute and small! How can you not give a little affection to a girl, a monster?!». But these thoughts were mercilessly destroyed by Eli's willpower... at least pushed into the background.
«Someday I'll come back and make this little wench my slave. Then I'll make fun of her well,» — oddly enough, but this did not cause contradictions with wrong thoughts. Meanwhile, Ira looked a little surprised, looking at her chosen one.
«...Uh, I'm not a witch, even though I look young, and since when is "charm magic" something bad? Oh, I'm sorry, you probably hurt yourself a little, so it's okay, I'm not angry. So what am I talking about? Oh, yeah,» — she continued as Eli tried to throw her off by simply rolling over. But as it turned out, she weighs more than she looks (or so it seems to him). «Secondly, you forgot the magic word.»
«The magic word? » — the Chaosit grimaced. « I'm not a psyker, you mangy mutant. I hate Psykers in general.»
« Oh, that was rude. And who are the "psykers"? Magicians, or something?»
«...well, like.»
«Well, even if you were a master of the Makai Magothek, it doesn't matter. Everyone knows this word. Didn't your mom tell you?»
«My mother died before she gave me this information » — «what else did she hide from me?»
«Kgh-died?! How?» — the girl opened her eyes wide at the unexpected revelation. She felt very uncomfortable and felt guilty that she had touched such an unpleasant topic.
«Who knows? Maybe from tyranids, maybe from demons, maybe from orcs, or maybe just from old age. It doesn't matter anymore,» — Eli said with sincere indifference.
« ... Did you by any chance run away from the "sea shrinks"? Although no, I can't smell them. So you still hit his head hard. Look what he came up with — «demons and orcs kill». This has not happened for more than a thousand years!» — she mumbled the last one to herself, but the super soldier heard it
«Compared to her, that gray creature is just some kind of admech. Or are we just talking about different things...»
«So what?»
«What?»
«The word begins with "ple-" and ends with "-se". Come on, tell me or I won't let you!» — Ira pouted her cheeks resentfully and frowned, which made her look even more like a child.
«Ple... pleose? » — this is the first time the Astartes has heard such a word. And he was really interested in what kind of power was hidden in this word and what kind of demon could he summon? Most likely, this demon was sitting on him now.
«We-e-ell, close-❤,»- —she smiled rapaciously for unknown reasons and changed the position of the body so that the end of the tail was in front. Eli finally realized that the inhuman was not going to let him go so easily.
«What are you up to?»
«Oho-ho-ho, I said that I would let you go if you say "please", but I didn't say that I would get up from you-❤️. No, seriously, am I really that heavy? It's a little not pretti to say that to a woman and for that I will punish you-❤️. Although, if you didn't have anything wrong and just want to stay with me, then take it as praise for a compliment-❤,» — quickly jumping a little forward, Ira covered half the face of the astartes with his fluffy tail.
The reaction from both sides was interesting.
The squirrel girl was clearly pleased with her position, stretched out "mmm-❤️" and brazenly grinned, examining the face of a humiliated person and giggling. But along with the arrogance, one could see innocent emotion in her eyes.
The Space Marine shook his head from side to side, but because of this treacherous thoughts screamed with euphoria, clouding his consciousness. The helpless warrior even tried to blow off the tip of the tail with his mouth, but it only got into his mouth and he desperately pulled the wool aside with his tongue and spat it out.
«It's... not that bad. The hair feels more like a soft comb and tickles funny. There is no taste of dirt, apparently it secretes some special substance to keep the tail clean. I wonder if this is an analogue of the "mukranoid", like the space marines? What for? It doesn't matter what it is, the tail has such a sweet fragrance. He gives such a strange feeling. It's like fighting excitement, only different… I wish it would last forever...»
Eli's mind surrendered to the rush of pleasure and released the body into the care of unknown desires. Having freed his mouth, he began to plunge into the warm wool with his head, enjoying every moment. The girl just started moaning harder.
«Mn-yes, right, this is nice. Oooh-❤️ Do you like it? For me yes, go on, A-ha!» — she got no less pleasure from that strange at first glance action. The astartes apparently heard this under a thick layer of "woolly paradise" and grabbed the legs, which seemed be dressed in some strange stockings with soft paws, of a squirrel to pull her closer.
«Ngh?!» — unexpectedly from such decisive actions, Ira shuddered, as if she had been struck by lightning. Her plump legs easily slipped out of the palms of the superhuman, pulling her fluffy tail off his face. Now her reddened face stared at the dumbfounded Eli, who was trying to realize where he was now. «Eh, wait-wait-wait! Don't you think we're rushing things a little? W-we don't even know each other's names, hehe. My name is Ira, and you are?» — the frightened squirrel jumped up from Eli's body and backed away. But on the way, she tripped over a root and fell and, crawling away, rested her back against a tree. Ira stared with a plaintive, tearful look into the face of Eli, who had already begun to rise. «P-please… Don't…»
The Space Marine himself wasn't listening to her. He gathered his thoughts into a fist, trying to figure out which unborn had settled in him. There was a ringing in his head, and that pleasant smell did not want to leave his mind. Brains couldn't just work normally. The berserker bent over, hanging his arms, and looked wearily at the cause of his discomfort. The mutant was trembling and shrinking, which made it seem that she was less than a dozen years old.
«P-please-se, if… If you will... be careful, okay?..» — she asked in a tearful voice, instinctively spreading her legs as a sign of submission to the male.
«Corpse-on-the-throne, will you ever shut up?! It's like an orc truck drove on me,» — Eli grumbled sullenly in response, not understanding what the girl meant. He picked up the helmet from the ground, dusted it off, and finally scratched his head, put it on. And very much in time. If he hadn't put it on, then the eyepieces wouldn't have helped non-concentrated eyes to see one strange detail sticking out from behind the bushes. Two pale gray animal ears.
«Frag!» — Eli instantly sobered up and rushed in the opposite direction, which successfully coincided with the location of those lights that he saw when climbing up. A fraction of a second later, two unlucky wolfmen hit their foreheads, jumping from the flank.
«Damn it, how does he move so fast? Gr-r, it doesn't matter!» — the owner of those very ears came out from behind the bushes and looked around with a dissatisfied look at all the nearby women. «Why are you frozen? Forward, wolves, to victory!(2)»
«No,» — one brave wolf-girl spoke out for the whole fragment of the pack.
«What do you mean, no? Have you lost your fear?!» — The temporary alpha growled at the subordinate. But she did not flinch, only grinned mockingly.
«You need him, so you chase after him. We collect all the crushed animals and take them to the village,» — she pointed with her thumb over her shoulder at the deer, which was thrown aside and accidentally ran into a branch with its chest. The picture is both creepy and whetted the appetite of the inhabitants of the forest.
«How dare you not follow my commands?!» — the leader with a light haire came close and stuck out her chest, trying to shorten the impudent. But she defended her position again. Other she-wolves looked at this confrontation in different ways, but did not interfere.
«That's how it always is. Sveta, are you going to die if you try not to be a suka for once? No, I'm serious, just because you're the daughter of an alpha doesn't mean that you're the mistress of the world and can push us around like property! Your mother just suggested we run, this creepy guy is not my type at all. We are all independent individuals, with our own views on life!»— at these words, the rebel also puffed out her chest and gave the another a frown and a bared mouth.
«Wa-wat?! What's that got to do with it?» — Sveta's voice no longer had that pressure, and the seed of doubt about superiority had already been planted.
«Do you even know my name? What do I want, what hobbies do I have, finally... hmm, well, besides what do we all love?» — the rival pressed with a simple question.
«Well ... uh ...» — the alpha's daughter stepped back in thought, showing her weakness.
«My name is Varvara and I like to bake chicken,» — the girl made a real revelation for Sveta. Then she nodded her head towards the tribesmen, "Do you know them?"
After two minutes of awkward silence, Sveta could not remember anyone. Then the she-wolves, one by one, began to talk about themselves, standing up next to Varvara.
«I'm Yaroslava, I love collecting fallen leaves.»
«Zhdana, I like to go fishing with my father.»
«My name is Lyubava, I can dance well.»
Thus, the whole pack gathered opposite the former leader, who cowardly bit her lip and pursed her ears.
«Hehe, g-girls, let's live amicably and not do anything that we may regret in the future, h-horosho(3)?» — Sveta slowly began to move back, trying not to concentrate on the evil eyes of her fellow tribesmen.
«You know, »— the instigator of the riot began. «It's normal when some fool "Vasya"(4) doesn't know about it, because there is very little time for acquaintance. But when the native daughter of the pack leader does not know about it… This is already quite!» — at these words, all those gathered turned around and walked back.
«Hey! Where are you going?»
«Home,»— said the new leader of the group wolkodlaks.
«And... and what about the man? What to do with Yana?»
«Won't stay in the girls(5). In these forests, one waif appears every month. Here, of course, you don't know, almost everyone gets to know each other like that. And you go ahead, continue hunting alone.»
A few minutes later, they disappeared from sight.
«Damn it! Angel fuck you! Father fuckers!» — abuse flew from Sveta's mouth, and tears of resentment came from her eyes. Suddenly someone put a hand on her shoulder. It turned out to be a red-haired ratatosk, who had been watching the whole performance indifferently before.
«Don't worry, sis. You won't be alone in this hunt. I guarantee it…»
A/N:
1- I decided not to use the canonical image that is in the profile from KC, and did my own. It's just that most squirrels in our area are red and have tassels on their ears.
2- reference to the commissar's quote from warhammer 40k dawn of war. I don't know about you, but the translation of this phrase flew into memes
3- "Good" or "okay" in Russian
4 - This name (full name - Vasily) has already become a household name and means "a completely ordinary and unremarkable person." This is often readers called popadantsev (MC from issekai), they emphasize their despondency
5 - in old Russian, this ("devka") meant "female virgin".
You thought I'd quit this fan fiction, but it was me, Alpharius. I was a little busy in my personal life and writing a new chapter in the original. But here, I made you a translation of the second chapter.I will have difficult days ahead, but I will try to please you as soon as I can.
Write an opinion about what you have read and do not hesitate to talk about mistakes. (by the way, tell me, do you like the style of the text, or do you need to change something in it?)
That's all, gentlemen and ladies. See you.
P. S. The fact that gentlemen go first is not a bug, but a features. As it was sung in the old song "*male chorus* First thing, first thing is planes-s-s! *female chorus* Well, and the girls, and the girls are later!»
