Rescue
#1 of The Prisoner
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WARNING - This chapter contains mild references to homosexuality and
love between a sentient, intelligent wolf and a human, as well as a
brief, explicit description of the male anatomy of said wolf. Any
who would be insulted by this, or any children under 18 years of age
(or 21 in certain areas) should NOT read this story, and by reading
past this point, you afirm that you are legally mature and able to
handle the subjects mentioned above. Also, the writer is not
responsible for any problems which arise by not complying with this
warning. Thank you for your patience, and I hope you enjoy.
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Chapter 1 - Rescue
As I step through the darkness, I wonder if the rumors are
true... is he here? Have the imperials really captured a wolf-man?
I call him a wolf-man, but truly, he is neither wolf, nor man.
An evolved race of the wolves, highly intelligent, though their
incredible mind is not as focused as the humans, who have managed to
discard their feral, wild side and completely embrace technology. This
'wolf-man', or Mazuku, as the human race refers to them, stands near
two feet taller than most normal humans, and that's at their shortest.
The race is known for it's speed and strength, and with an intelligence
as intense as the humans and instincts of their long dead brethren,
they have truly become a powerful force in the world.
Or they would have. Humans hunted them down, killed each and
every one they found, made sure that there would be no threats of
hostility from these new, sentient beings. Even so, stopping nature is
impossible, and a few of them did manage to escape the hunters and
assassins. Soon after, the humans forgot about their fellow beings,
and for near a century, they were believed extinct. Until now, that
is. The humans feel threatened still, by a race of only a hundred at
best... and so again, the hunts begin. This is one of the first
caught... and I pray I am not too late to save him.
As I wander through the cavernous darkness, my blood chills...
another scream of agony rings through the damp, unbending eeriness.
How one could survive down here and remain sane is beyond me... though
I suppose most who are here are not entirely sane. I hear footsteps...
a guard, close-by, too, I must flee! I make my escape into a small
sewer grate just in time to avoid being spotted by the human guardsman.
With all the other screaming and noise, he would hardly notice metal
scraping on metal, certainly not beyond the other prisoners scraping
metal filings against iron bars. This place was a nightmare I soon
found myself cursing. That anyone could treat others with such
cruelty...
There, he went around the corner. Time to continue my search.
As I open the grate, I hear a growling... a guard dog? No, not that,
deeper... wild... this is it! The 'wolf-man', the Mazuku!
I follow the sounds to an iron door identical to the others.
As I gaze through the iron bars on the door, I see him sitting up
against the wall, completely nude, the pure moonlight shining in
through his tiny window. I suppose the prisoners here aren't allowed
the luxury of clothing. Of course, he seemed unaffected by his lack of
clothing, perhaps modesty is non-existant in his culture? As I watch
him, I notice something else... his maleness... somehow, through all
this, it stands rock hard, and I swear I can see it pulse under the
pale glow of the moonlight. I swallow hard, and adjust the front of my
pants. My eyes widen as the Mazuku spreads his legs, giving me an even
better view of him, with the moonlight glistening off his slick
wolfhood. Oh how I would love to.... no, that would have to wait. I
had to get him out first. I take out a small device from my pocket, it
automatically analyzes the keypad mechanism by his door, and I hear a
loud click as it unlocks.
I cover my ears as a loud, blaring noise assaults my senses...
sirens?! No, this wasn't how it was supposed to happen. I take out a
hand-blaster, and aim it directly at the wolf-man, but he doesn't even
flinch. In fact, I think I see his eyes thanking me. In one shot,
it's all over. The shackles fall from his wrists, another shot, and
the ones around his ankles fair no better. I rush over and take him
onto my back, no easy feat, and make a hasty retreat from the room,
closing the door behind me. No need to be too obvious. Afterward I
open the sewer grate, lower him inside, and climb down myself. The
sewers here are cramped and putrid, but they lead all the way out of
the complex, and are my only escape. Knowing the security here will
also realize this, I encourage my wolven escapee onward, and he moves
with a speed I'd not imagined. He holds back for me, though I'd rather
him rush out of here and allow me to be captured in his place.
From what I see of him now... his nude, scarred rear end and a
tail that is motionless and hung low... he must have nearly lost hope
in there. The many scars on his body tell only a brief story of the
hours of torture he must have faced, though I'm sure a few are
battle-scars as well. He is a beautiful creature, in all regards,
though, as I follow after his nude behind, I remember that we must
hurry. Pulling together all my strength, I rush forward, and he takes
the hint to move at his fastest. There is a light at the end of the
pipe. Finally! The end to his suffering is at hand. And as his head
pokes from the end of the sewer pipe, he stops, and growls. Motioning
me forward, I crawl, very cramped, beside him... but then, it was
pleasantly cramped... he had a distinct smell to him, but it was not
foul as the scent of man seems to be. It was musky, and even though
his fur had become quite filthy during his imprisonment, it still held
a softness to it that amazed my hands. A quick nudge on the nose
breaks my reverie, and I look to see him looking back at me. I really
must try to stay focused. Looking out of the sewer pipe, I frown. A
cliff? Had I taken him the wrong way? Damn, if we try to go back,
we'll certainly be caught.
Just as I begin cooking up a second plan for our escape, I hear
a loud echo from further down the pipe... it has the distinct sound of
water... rushing water, in fact. He slides from the pipe and clings to
the rock wall beside it, but as I try to follow, I'm pushed with great
force from the pipe. Water is rushing all around me... but even now,
it seems to stand still... as the ocean waters below race up to meet my
face.
And all goes black.
I awake upon a sandy beach... covered in sand, and feeling
something wrapped a little too tightly around my arm. Looking at the
source of the discomfort, I discover a long, thin piece of sea-weed,
wrapped around most of my upper arm. Reaching my other hand over to
touch it, I wince in pain at just a slight brush of my hand. What
happened to me?
Then I remember... the sewer pipe, the rushing water, and the
world flying up at me... no, myself, falling toward the ocean waves.
A rustling behind me breaks my concentration, and I jump to my
feet and spin around, readying my hand-blaster to take out whatever it
is. But before I get a chance to see, my vision clouds over, and
though I feel myself falling to the side, I never feel the ground
impact me.
When I next awake, I have a splitting headache, and a desperate
craving for food. I sit up, much more slowly than before, and hear a
deep, almost bestial voice behind me call out, "Ah, I see you're awake.
There are some fruits I found in the jungle just this morning beside
you, be sure to eat your fill." I turn around quickly again, seeing
the very wolf-man... no, Mazuku... that I rescued before, tieing
together a few large leaves to form a make-shift sachel. Sadly, my
surprise again took the best of me, and I felt my head become light, my
vision cloudy. Before my eyes close, I see him rushing to my side, the
sachel of leaves dropped and scattered where they had been.
I never truly go unconscious this time... I know because I
still hear his voice, comforting me, helping me rest, helping me regain
strength. My eyes slowly open, and I finally feel my surroundings
again, including the warm fur under my neck. I look up, and see him to
my left, feeling his right arm under my head, holding it up slightly as
he dabs lightly at my forehead with a warm cloth... which seems to be
the same colour of dark green as my shirt was. I look down, only now
noticing that my dark green shirt and brown trousers have been removed,
leaving only a white pair of shorts on my body. I blush fiercely, and
hear him chuckle above me, something I didn't expect from a being so
closely resembling a wolf.
"Ah, so you have life in you yet." He says. "I was worried I
would have to carry you all the way to my people's land."
That sparks my interest. His people's... land? He's going to
take me to where he resides? I try to sit up, but feel a gentle
pressure on my chest, something contained of strength, yet with the
softness of clouds behind it. "Do not move, I can't have you going out
again."
Looking up at his face, I nod my dissent, and he sets me back
down, as I notice my clothing is bundled up under my feet to keep them
elevated. I open my mouth to speak, but find only that I haven't the
strength to muster up a single sound. He can't help but notice, still
being only inches from me.
He looks at me, and appears troubled. I can't tell from his
face, it doesn't move. His eyes give all his emotions away. "Still
weak, I see... are all of your race this frail?"
I look up at him, and my eyes give him my answer.
He nods, "I see. Well, don't move for a while. You've been in
and out for nearly two days now."
It wasn't surprising, that I'd been out so long. It was a long
fall, from what I remember of it. I try my best to speak just one
word, wanting to express my gratitude, as well as happiness, that he is
alright, but all that comes out is "w.... wwaaaat.... wateerrr...."
He smiles, or at least, I think that's what it is. His lips
move little, but his eyes seem almost over-joyed. "Ah, water, was it?
You're lucky, I found a stream near here earlier today, filled your
canteen with some of it's clear water. Go ahead, drink to your heart's
content."
I do so... well, almost. He still has to hold the canteen to
my lips as I drink, and I feel some of it spilling from my lips, down
around my cheeks and neck, only a few drops, though, as my greedy mouth almost attacks the source of the clean, cool liquid... at least, with
what strength I still have.
"That'll do for now, you need to go easy." He remarks, and
takes the canteen away from my lips. I resist only slightly, as I
realize he's right.
Finally, some color returns to my face, and he again seems to
smile at me, "By the Gods, you seem better. All you needed was some
water."
I smile back at him, and clear my throat. It feels like it had
been scraped raw by the ocean water, but now that some fresh water had
been introduced, it was much more managable. Finally having it in me
to speak, I look up at him again, and feel the words pulled from my
tongue even as they are ready to be said.
He's gorgeous... even more than I'd originally imagined. His
fur is a light grey, turning lighter around his belly, which I see only
a small glimpse of from my position laying on the ground. He's still
just as naked as when I'd saved him, that much I know, and I can see
his tail flopping up, only to slump back to the ground. His entire
physique is just... marvelous. How such a creature can be hated and
hunted is beyond me.
All the while, I stare at him, and I barely even notice him
staring back.
"Yes?" He asks.
Suddenly brought out of my hypnosis, I blush crimson and let
out a soft laugh, "N.. noth..ing.." It's too bad my voice isn't
recovered in full yet.
"You will still need rest if we are to travel. Stay here."
With that, the Mazuku stands up, and walks away, giving me just one
more look at his crotch. I can barely even believe such thoughts are
still on my mind, but I swear, as his furry sheath becomes engraved on
my mind, I begin to feel better already. Still, I take his advice, and
just go to sleep. I need my rest.
I awake that night, to see a small fire crackling benignly a
short distance away. In the light of the fire I see the Mazuku, the
dancing flames playing off each strand of his fur like a beautiful
field of flowers and grasses blowing in the wind. He appears to be
cooking something, I can see a make-shift shish-kabob in his hand... or
paw, as it seems. What the skewer is made of, I am not sure. I can't
see how he found anything but wood out here in this jungle-like
setting... but he may well be more resourceful in the wild than us of
the human race.
He hasn't seen my wakenness yet, or simply has not responded,
but I decide to make my presence known, by standing up, and walking
toward the fire. He seems shocked that I'm standing, and rushes up,
dropping his cooking food on the ground near-by to come to my aid. I
try to evade him, but he is determined and I simply submit. He sets me
down on the ground, and sits right next to me, taking up his dropped
kabob and continuing to let it roast over the fire.
"So, how has your recovery been coming? I see you are more
energetic now." I can't decide whether he means that I was walking, or
that I now have an ever increasing erection from being this close to
him.
"I... I'm doing... b-better." I still sound so weak, I'm
afraid to talk, lest I embarass myself further.
"I see. And what of your arm?"
I look at the seaweed wrapping around my left arm... it still
seems to sting badly, and each time I try to touch it, I get the
distinct impression I should not.
"It does appear better than it was before, but you should not
move it much. It was cut open and bleeding badly after a rock grazed
you after your fall. You were lucky, that it was only your arm which
got injured so."
I nod, and look at him a moment, wanting to tell him everything
in my mind, yet unable. I strain myself to speak. "I... I w..."
"Please, do not strain yourself. As your speech is still not
yet well, you should rest your voice. I have a bit to say." He pauses
a moment, and brings the kabob away from the fire, I assume to let it
cool before he eats. "I would have liked to know why a human rescued
me from the depths of that infinite hell, when it was humans who put me
there in the first place." He glances at me a moment, then back to his
food. "Please, do not answer. The ways of humans has always seemed
odd to us." Again, he mentions that there are more of him... how many
more, I wonder? But by now, I've missed part of his story in my
thinking... "...ainst nature, rather than coincide with it. But I
suppose that was simply the route your race took, as mine decided to
stay with the trees and the earth. Deer?"
I blink, confusion settling upon my mind. Did he just call me
dear? "I.."
"Would you like some deer? I hunted while you were asleep."
I look at his hand... paw... whatever, offering me the piece of
bone he'd been cooking with. That explains it. "Th... Than... Tha..."
"It is alright, do not strain yourself. Go on, eat." As I
eat, he continues his story. "Now, as I was saying, I find the human
race beyond my comprehension. They fear us, though we have never done
them wrong, and they fear and dispise nature, as though IT defies them.
Truly, it is they who defy it. Know, human, I mean you no ill will
when I say this. You are as much a member of my family tribe as my
dear brother, as I am humbled by your rescue. Truly, no simple human
would risk his own life to rescue one of my kind."
As I listen to his thoughts and feelings, I begin to wonder
about the way things are going. Surely, he's noticed by now that I
have found some kind of attraction in him. The way his body looks to
me, I can't understand it, but I've fallen for him. Surely, his kind
would never agree, nor would mine... how could I let this happen? I
will simply have to put it out of my mind. I feel a slight jostle to
my side, followed by another, then I feel I'm being shaken near
violently. I blink once, and look to my side, to see the Mazuku
holding my shoulders, and shaking me this way and that. As soon as he
sees my eyes looking at his, he stops, and again, his eyes seem to
flash me a smile.
"Ah, I thought you'd left me or something. You must learn to
keep your concentration, you seem to have a lot of problems with that."
Just thinking about what he means by that makes me blush bright
crimson, and as I feel his paw brush over my face, I jump up in
surprise, though my body quickly disagrees, and I slump back down.
"Oh, are you alright? Are you hurt? I had not realized that a
human's face was so sensitive." His innocence seems to be much more
that I'd originally thought, though in many ways he's far more mature
than any other person I know.
"No... I-I'm... fine." He smiles as I assure him of my
well-being, picking me up in his arms and setting me back down by the
fire.
"Now, you need your rest, and I need mine. In the morning, we
should begin our travel, I am sure it is not long before we are
discovered, if we stay here." What he speaks is probably true. The
humans who captured him would do anything to get him back, even
journeying out to this place, where ever it is.
"I..." I begin, trying to thank him for all his help, wishing I
could ask him to sleep by my side.
"Please, rest yourself. I will still be here come morning, you
may tell me then." Not entirely true, but I have to live with it. I
just close my eyes, and within seconds I feel nothing, and see only
dreams... one particular dream of a certain Mazuku...
copyright 2002 - Neiko Mitaki
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