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Anthro Sex Squad Story 2 - Winfred's Story

By Killenor

Arc 1 - Origins

Chapter 2

Too early you say? I thought you wanted to know who I was. I was just getting to the important parts of my life. Well, when was your first kill huh? Oh... well that's alright. It's just an important thing for us civil-wolverines is all. But you must hear the most important part of my youth. My name. Our culture prizes the name very highly. The best and strongest get the best names.

Well after my first kill I stayed away from my mother. I hunted on my own, but I was bad at it. I stole from my mother when I could, and I continued enticing the other cubs for company. But then one day...

***

"Daughter!" shouted Onefeh into the woods. "It is the day of naming! If you want any name at all, you WILL come with me now!"

Onefeh had known where her daughter was the entire time she had 'gone missing'. She made no show of missing her what-so-ever even though her heart was truly breaking because of her little girl's absence. It was a very poor mark on her honor that her daughter was so insubordinate and reckless. For this, Onefeh had no choice but to distance herself and hope that her daughter would learn her lesson and return to be respectful. Of all the eight cubs she had borne and raised in her life, this one was the strangest. A strangeling she was called by others. One who intentionally disobeyed the rules, lived outside proper wolverine society, and willfully socialized with the cubs of other females. It simply didn't do for a mother to have a strange cub, but a cub was still a cub and each one that lived this long deserved a name.

"One last chance!" she shouted at the top of her lungs. She knew that her daughter was near, watching her.

"I'm here mother," the little female said defeated. If nothing else, she wanted her right to a name, come what may.

"That is just as well, I was about to leave. Follow me home and clean yourself, then I will take you to be presented to the Grand Male and then he will decide upon your name."

Onefeh watched with a heavy heart as her daughter prepared herself. She knew what would happen, having seen at least three strangelings come before a male to be named. It would not be a pretty thing and it would not be a good name. Only the worst sounding names that a male learned in his travels were ever bestowed upon dishonorable children. Her daughter would have no worthy name and no future among her kind.

***

The dais was festively decorated, festooned with laurels and ivy and trophies of successful hunts in the past. The Grand Male sat on a large throne he had constructed himself during his years of dominance. He was a regal figure, draped in finely prepared skins and even some metal jewelry that he had claimed in his travels, a crown of antlers and colored fabrics upon his head. He knew of the wide world, as every male was expected to, and had become strong in his time. He had claimed all fourteen of the females that lived in the surrounding territories as his own to mate with. His children numbered nearly one hundred, though none of the females really cared to count. He alone was responsible for the naming, and thus the ultimate success of his offspring and their offspring as well.

The fourteen females had gathered with their cubs, about forty all together. Some had even invited children from their previous litters, grown now of course, and even those children's offspring if they had them. It was the closest thing to a holiday the wolverine-folk ever really had. Because of this, they made quite a large fuss over it. Time was even taken to cook food rather than eat it whole and raw. There were meats in abundance; venison, pork, rabbit, and the flesh of anything else that could be caught in the forest were made available. Berries and sweet vegetables were baked into pastries with crusts of flour crushed from seeds by the females who were lesser hunters. To top it all off, the Grand Male had even generously provided large vessels of home-made alcohols that he had brewed himself. Every female was expected to bring enough to feed themselves, their children and two others at the party to make certain that there was plenty enough food to satisfy the gluttonous hunger of the entire gathering. They also brought offerings to the Grand Male, enticements for him to grant favor upon them and possibly give their children better names. Such bribery was expected, though and became a sort of competition among the females. Decorations made of bone, sinew, antler, fibrous plants, and feathers were piled at his feet. Normally the females would trade these trinkets with the humans, elves, and other civil-folk that passed through their territory, hoping to gain useful metal-works, exotic clothing, and many other things that were only available in the far cities.

The crowd waited for the Grand Male to take his fill. The crowd gazed anxiously as he walked down from his dais, carrying with him a huge metal bowl into which he began piling food. As he swaggered across the tables he began his speech, knowing that this was the only possible time until the eating was finished that he could be heard. Despite him being strong and experienced enough to take on any three of those present, more than fifty ravenous folk watched him, thus he made certain they would hang on his every word.

"My good females, and to all my children, I welcome you to my home on this, the naming day." he began, picking through the piles of heated meats as though to select the finest among them. It was all a ploy, really, for the finest meats were always purposely placed at the top so he might hurry. He knew better, however, than to make his speech short and allow the females to think they got away with the bribe.

"As we gather for the naming, this year I wish you all to present your children starting with my least female Danya and proceed with my favor on to Onefeh. As my father said at my own naming, 'save the best for last'."

At that, the Grand Male noticed something odd; the females all seemed to respond with humor... all except his favorite of three litters, who he would have expected to be beaming with pride. As far as he knew, she had a strong and smart daughter. No matter, he thought, and returned to the food.

"Your gifts to me are well received, and I will be naming my favorite for this year's litters today." He continued as his bowl neared the brim, "and once the naming is finished we shall discuss territories."

With the final slab of meat sitting securely atop his bowl, supported by several of Danya's pastries, he made his way back to the dais.

"Let the feast begin," he muttered to himself as the crowd descended, unbidden, upon the feast. The most dominant always got there first, their children clawing for their mothers to pass them something delicious. Teeth were bared as claws grabbed for every morsel the owner could carry. Growls became dull as mouths filled with flesh and pastry. Not a bit was wasted as the gluttonous wolverines devoured the feast until not even the bones remained. Through this, the Grand Male sat alone watching the spectacle, eating with the actual manners that he had learned in his life abroad, pining for the days of real civilization and well structured banquets.

It was because of the spectacle that he noticed his daughter; the one Onefeh had bore at least. She was indeed robust, if a bit scrawny. She was well built and would, no doubt, be very beautiful when she was mature. But something set her apart; she wasn't fighting for her food. She had slipped in between the embattled crowd, grabbed an armload, and was now sitting removed from everyone and eating as if she had all the time in the world.... savoring!

Onefeh's daughter was ignored then as the crowd finished gorging themselves. They approached the dais then, to a one with swollen bellies bared, demanding that the Grand Male begin the naming.

That was the last the Grand Male thought of his daughter's oddity as he began picking through his memories, trying to remember the best and favorite names from his travels and assigning them to his children as their mothers told of their accomplishments and features. At the end, Onefeh stood before him with her single daughter. He had been prepared for this one. His most favored female, Onefeh, a great huntress, crafts-woman, and mother. She had borne him eight children now and none of the seven previous had been less than successes. He had saved his most special name for what would undoubtedly be another brilliantly successful child.

"Grand Male," Onefeh began, knowing full well that the other females were waiting for the humiliation, "my daughter... My daughter has lived by her wits alone these last seasons. She has hunted her own food and found her own crafts and with no prompting from me. She made her first kill six moons ago, the same night she left the cave of her own will, a great mother boar, half again her size."

The Grand Male looked pleased. Onefeh's heart broke inside, knowing that in this moment of weakness, trying to impress the Grand Male, she may have utterly doomed herself and her daughter. With a sideways glance to her, Onefeh knew that there was no way to shield her, and nothing could improve what was to come.

"My daughter is a strangeling, Grand Male." Onefeh said at last, heaving a huge sigh and drawing gasps from everyone, "She left the cave often against my will and is a poor hunter. She trespassed into the lands of the other females and socialized with other cubs. She sought secrets and gossip and roamed land that was not hers, even leaving the settlement entirely. She is willful, without respect, and without honor. I stand before you ashamed of my progeny. I have failed you."

What sour news this was! The Grand Male bristled with anger at the news that his most favored female had borne him a strangeling! To compound matters, it was his own daughter! Normally, a female would rather admit infidelity than deliver such an insult.

"Daughter, step forward." He bellowed at the shaking wretch that Onefeh had presented. He hovered over her, baring his teeth and growling with disappointment. "A strangeling, from my own loins! A dishonor and a disgrace to all us civil-folk! I shall be sure that no male ever shall want you and that no child shall be born of you. To you, I give the name of my worst enemy, the most despicable name I know. Henceforth, you are Winfred and you are forever banished from my realm!"

The male lunged at Winfred, tearing a gash just below each of her eyes with his thumb-claws. With a scream she ran from him, diving between her crestfallen mother's legs and running for the wilderness.

The crowd gave chase then, with the Grand Male leading, and tore off after Winfred, leaving her mother standing on the dais with her head hung in shame. They chased her as much as they could, but they were all still full, gorged from the feast. As it was, Winfred was far enough ahead that the wolverines would all tire before any could catch her.

Ducking behind an overgrown outcropping, Winfred waited for the crowd to give up. Luckily, she didn't have to wait very long at all, thanks to the great meal they had eaten. The horde gave a half-hearted search for her, pitching rocks and yelling obscenities at every brush they passed, but soon they simply gave up. Now they were gone and she faced a new problem, what to do with herself.

She was outcast.