Jumping over another bush, Eli turned around. There was no tail behind him anymore. 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, looking closer, he realized that there were not many other reasons for joy: the trampled earth, fallen trees and a couple of downed deer gave away his path with guts.

The Space Marine decided that he was walking further. However, with his improved vision, he noticed a chain of armored boot tracks still trailing behind him. He stop, thinking, and looked around. Suddenly, the Astartes came to the realization of the fact that he had climbed into the thicket of ancient oaks. He thought for a while and thought jumping from tree to tree was a good idea. After all, Corvus's children can do it, and they're no match for him.

Not finding a better option, Eli carefully climbed up the trunk of the tree to its branches, which creaked pitifully under the mighty body of the chaosit, but still withstood his carcass. Climbing up, the Space Marine digested what had happened.

"Yes, it's not such a bad idea. I'll climb to the top, and from there everything will be in the palm of my hand. Can find some locality. And I won't be lost there, supplies and information should definitely be there. 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 Khornith (former), cut down everyone 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. Only this situation was different in that there were things more important than trophies, for example, to get away from the crowd of inhumans. Most offensively, the Astartes did not understand their intentions.

"I think these mutants just wanted to eat me. Routine. Seriously, did they lure me with the prospect of becoming their husband? It's crazy. Such primitive unions are the lot of mortals, tied to the instinct of reproduction. To hell with it! I'm a space Marine, damn it, kho-kha!-just-chaosith, I'm not even a "Child of the Emperor"! And even they did not engage in such stupidity, and they have a lot of stupidity. Although having a smaller copy of yourself is not such a bad prospect. It would be possible to show my greatness, maybe even multiply it, if I, along with his or her mother, can well brough-... No, nonsense! I don't need an heir. I am the god of war, it immortal spirit! To the Warp, that's it!".

Chaosith proudly punched himself in the chest, and almost let out his cry to the whole forest, but remembered why he did not walk further and just continued to climb up.

Analysis of thoughts of an alien entity ...

Mag.-matrix of an alien entity is gradually becoming spiritually-demonic, but lags behind theoretical forecasts by 69.045%. The alien entity resists the common noosphere and the "Great Plan"... This factor will reduce the speed of integration of an alien entity. Assessment of the situation:

Curiously, requires a non-standard solution.

Finding solutions…

Release a large amount of magical energy of the "demonic" type near an alien entity. Refusal. Reason: high risk of creating a "God out of the Machine" event with further disruption of the balance of energy flows…

Give an alien entity the opportunity to contact the state association "Order of the Chief God". Refusal.

Reason: there is a high risk of creating a "Vietnamese Flashbacks" event with self-mutilation of the entities.

A gradual increase in the number of sources of of the demonic type near an alien entity. Satisfactory. Perform an operation to connect the threads of fate… The operation is completed. Proceed with the secondary task: analysis of DS-80348-m, the primary energy of an alien entity…

Eli almost climbed to the very top and was even able to see a light speck coming from the ground in the dark surroundings. That's where the target seemed to be. 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 crackle 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 previous ones: in general, it looked like a small rodent called a squirrel, and there were rumors that this animal was from Terra itself. The stranger had the petite body of a red-haired girl, barely reaching the lower part of Eli's stomach and a huge, red tail with a white tip larger than herself. Instead of human feet, there were red squirrel feet. She was wearing an orange dress with a short skirt. Surprisingly, this creature was the furriest of all the furry creatures that Chaosith had seen. An unbidden thought even flashed through his mind to touch her in order to experience something new.

"Maybe I should bow down to Slaanesh after all? Then it will probably be easier… Wait, how did she get here in the first place? At an altitude of more than thirty meters? And how did I not notice her at all? Psyker thing? Teleport? A near-death hallucination?"

While two pairs of big eyes were looking at each other (one with childish curiosity, the other with awkwardness), the agony of the branch, unable to withstand two, ended with a bang. Chaosith 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-broadcasts for kids, he flew down like a stone. He tried to land on his feet, but the branches, as luck would have it, were strong enough to turn him upside down before they broke. So Eli, remembering the names of all the familiar demons, fell right on the horns of his helmet, burying them in the ground, and quite deeply. After spending a few seconds like that and almost breaking his neck, Chaosith managed to fall on his back, taking off his helmet and spreading his arms 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 spinning a couple of circles, sit on it. After that, the squirrel girl began to jump from one "bar" to another with no less graceful acrobatic movements. So she jumped all the way to the bottom and landed on the man's chest.

"Good vicher, are you hurt, pan?" — the girl blinked her eyes, surprised by Eli's resilience. An ordinary person is unlikely to remain conscious after such a flight.

"..." — The Astartes simply stared at her with narrowed eyes of irritation, slowly releasing and driving air into his lungs. He, in turn, was struck by the equanimity of such a fragile creature, but he quickly remembered who else he was thinking about like that. "I'm... fine…"

"Oki-doki! Let's get acquainted. My name is Ira, and you?"

"... Get off me, furball," —Eli growled, continuing to stare at her in an attempt to intimidate. It didn't help.

"Nice to meet you, pan Getofmi. Is a Furbol a surname of your kind or just 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 the ribs, the hands grabbed the waist, gently stroking it. The girl gasped and laughed.

" Oh, yes, exactly what I wanted, mmm~❤️," — She could not leave a caustic comment to herself, which angered Eli.

"MOTHERFUCKER, AGAIN?!"

"Just get off me and let me go, 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, my fooly, he-he".

"What?! Don't you dare slander me! It's cursed witchcraft, witch! It's all your fault!" — the Spacemarine fumed. With incredible difficulty, he managed to unhook his hands. At the back of his mind, the idea appeared to return them, because "Irochka 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 crushed by Eli's willpower... at least pushed into the background.

"Someday I'll come back and make this little girl my slave. Then I'll make fun of her well," — oddly enough, but this did not cause contradictions with the 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 'female 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, while 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 Chaosith 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".

"Yes, even if you were a master of the Polov 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 mozgopravs"? Although no, I can't smell them. So he still hit his head hard. Look what he came up with — "demons and orcs kill". There hasn't been such a thing for a thousand years! More "tyranids", what kind of bugs are these?

"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… Pleise?" — 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 he was able to summon?

"Well, almost," — the squirrel 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 ugly to say this to a woman and I'll punish you for it ~❤️ Although if you didn't mean anything bad and just want to stay with me, then take it as praise for a compliment ~❤️" — quickly jumping a little forward, Ira covered half of his face with her fluffy tail.

The reaction from both sides was interesting. The squirrel was clearly pleased with its position and was pulling "mmm~❤️", brazenly grinning, examining the face of the wounded "little man" and giggling. But along with the arrogance in her eyes, one could see innocent emotion. The Space Marine shook his head from side to side, but because of this, treacherous thoughts flooded his consciousness, screaming with euphoria. The helpless warrior even tried to blow off the tip of the tail, but it only got into his mouth, forcing him to spit desperately.

"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 a special substance to keep the tail clean. I wonder if this is an analogue of the "mukranoid", like the space marines? What for? Whatever it is, the tail has such a sweet scent… It gives the strangest feeling. It's like fighting excitement, only different… If only 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, that's it, okay. Oooh~❤️ Do you like it? Me yes, go on, aha!" — this strange-looking action gave her no less pleasure. The astartes apparently heard this under a thick layer of "woolly heaven" and wrapped her legs, which seemed to be dressed in some strange stockings with soft squirrel paws, to pull her closer.

"Ngkh?!" — 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 what about you?" — 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 do it…"

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, if… If you do... 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 by 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, 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 wolfwomen 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!"

"No," — one brave werewolf spoke out for the whole fragment of the pack.

"What do you mean "no"? Have you what, lost your fear?!" — The temporary alpha growled at the subordinate. But she did not flinch, only sneered mockingly.

"That's what you need, 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 fur came close and stuck out her chest, trying to shorten the impudent. But she didn't care. Other she-wolves looked at this confrontation differently, 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, seriously, if you are the daughter of an alpha, it does not mean that you are the mistress of the world and can push us around like property! Your mother just suggested we walk, 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 other a frown and an evil grin.

"Wha-wat?! What's that got to do with it?" — there was no longer that pressure in the voice of the larger werewolf girl, and the seed of doubt about her 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 others, "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 papa".

"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 druzjno and not do anything that we may regret in the future, o-okay?" — 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" 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, finish!" — at these words, all those gathered turned around and walked back.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

"Home," — said the new leader of the wolfwomen group.

"But... but what about the man? What to do with Yana?"

"Won't stay in the devkah. 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.

"D-damn it! Damn you by angel! Fatherfuckers! I... can handle it without you. Myself... somehow..." - swearing flew from Sveta's mouth, and tears flowed 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".

"Eh, who are you, melkaya?"

"Oh, let me introduce myself. I am Gen," —ratatoska gave her name, different from the one she told the Astartes, "A simple traveler through the lands of this wonderful kingdom. I could see how you showed interest in a person to whom I am also not indifferent. How about teaming up? You'll pin him to the ground, and I'll…"

"Ha, dream, melkaya," — Sveta laughed brazenly. "I'll take him all for myself. I'm not alone— I'm a loner!"

"Then I'll go my own way, and you're alone, lonely," — waving goodbye, mamono jumped up a tree and quickly disappeared into its foliage. "Do-widzenia!"

"R-r-rgh, okay, okay, wait. I'll give you some, okay? Just let you be there?.." — the she-wolf looked up, not hearing anything. She was already beginning to think that the companion who could give her at least a little sense of commonality had left and she had ruined everything again.

"They themselves are all so-and-so. Big deal, don't remember names well. Does that make me the worst enemy? And this... Little one still got under my arm. Why is it with me all the time-… Ay?!". Suddenly an acorn flew into the back of her head, and when Sveta turned around, she saw a red ratatoska sitting on the branches, waving her legs.

"So be it, I will agree to divide it into twenty and eighty," — "In my favor, of course," she forgot to add.

"Eh? Why did you mention these numbers? We have only one, not... two dozen, three dozen, four dozen… A lot, shorter," — the wolf surrendered, giving up "counting husbands" on her fingers.

"I'm not talking about this ... Argh, it doesn't matter," - the squirrel girl put her palm to her eyes. "We can still catch up with him if he decides to go to bed. He ran there!"

"I like this attitude, melkaya," — the wolf grinned and ran on all paws, while the cunning ratatoska jumped from branch to branch.

A/N

Well, I already said that volkodlak is almost hard bass dancing here, so don't be surprised. But guess who the Ira is (of course, if I haven't talked about it before...)

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