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It was impossible to know how long the days and nights would be on this planet without some time to observe so the group decided to venture back out sooner rather than later, deciding to gather whatever Eric said would be edible so they could come back into Destiny for the night and sleep in the beds within their cabins rather than some leaf pile on the ground. Amazing, how a multi-million dollar machine could turn into little more than a big mobile home in such a short amount of time, but such is life.
Everyone had a large backpack and with Eric leading the way they gathered as many of the berries as they could, pulling great handfuls out of the tangles of ivy where it grew. Higher in the trees, fruit could be seen. It was massive yellow fruit that looked almost like bananas but were growing in pairs rather than bunches and had to be at least one pound each. Everyone looked up at them hungrily, wishing for the much larger and more filling meal that the fruit seemed to promise, but they couldn’t reach that high into the trees and were loath to eat something off of the ground when they knew so little about whether disease and bacteria were an issue in this new world.
When each of them had their bags half full, they were too heavy to reasonably keep lugging around anymore. They stopped for a moment, sitting in the dirt to discuss whether they should dump off their haul in Destiny and then keep picking more or just eat what they had for the night.
Suddenly Brandy heard a rustling noise to her left, between the group and their ship. Her eyes grew wide with fear and her expression was enough to capture the attention of the other two, who froze and looked in the direction of the bushes. Slowly, a group of people began to emerge from the shadows of the foliage. There were four individuals, just enough to outnumber the astronauts but not enough to seem like a deliberate attack. They stood with their hands at their sides, holding nothing. In their eyes shone an excitement, a recognition, but they said not a word.
By the time they had entered the clearing, Sally had her bag gripped tightly in one hand, looking as though she were ready to swing it at the head of the first person to approach her. She had her lips pulled back from her teeth in a silent animalistic snarl, and rasped out, “Eric, what the FUCK are people doing here?!”
Eric was similarly posed, but he had dropped the bag and had his fists raised, legs planted in a fighting stance. “I don’t know. This doesn’t make any sense. They must’ve crashed here before… maybe their ship got stranded. Jesus Christ, those fucking space shuttles they keep reporting damaged… blown up or something… we feel safe, like that could never happen to us because we have all these fucking safety features… if that’s just a cover for them disappearing and winding up stranded like this, my god,” he shivered, a chill running up his spine that made him want to retch.
Brandy was still staring at the people. “Hello,” she said, pausing a moment before going on. “Hello? My name is Brandy, what is your name? How did you get here?”
The people stared at her, their eyebrows furrowed in the center and frowns on their faces. They tried to gesture with their hands but it all seemed nonsense to her. The leader, if the most well-fed guy standing in the center was indeed their leader, pointed to the three stripes painted on his chest. He then pointed to the oldest woman in the group, to a circle painted around the left nipple of her large, pendulous breasts. The other two members of the group had similar painted symbols, one line on the youngest man’s chest and a very thick jagged line on the chest of a third man.
“Those must be their names,” Eric said grimly, “or what passes as a name in their society. I don’t think they can talk or they would have by now. Clearly they want to communicate with us.”
Eric reached down, opening his bag and showing the strangers the wealth of berries inside. A broad grin broke out on all of their faces, showing crooked and yellowed teeth. The corners of their eyes crinkled up in delight and they walked over, scooping up the berries in their hands and making an excited ‘huh-huhhuh’ sound that was no more a word than the grunting noises of a horse or pig.
Each person took only a few handfuls, smiling as they ate and continuing to make excited noises, grunting and slapping their hands against their thighs. After a few moments of this, they headed partway back the way they had come, looking back at the crew. Their sun-browned skin was tough from exposure and it was impossible to determine what race they belonged to, so leathery was their skin and so much had their body types changed from the traveling in the forest and working for their livelihood. These primitive-looking people waited, watching the astronauts and not moving any further on.
When Eric realized what was happening, he was excited. They were waiting for him and the rest of the crew! These people had clearly been living out here for years at the very least. If anyone would be able to give him a chance at survival, it was these forest people who knew the land and its intricacies. He took a bold step forward, watching the leader smile. From that point he knew, these people wanted to help. They were asking the astronauts to come with them.
“Brandy, Sally, they’re inviting us to follow them. Look at their skin, look at the way they are muscled. They live out here and have been for a long time. If we want to survive, these are the only people to show us how. Come on.”
Grimly, Sally strode forward. She was clearly not happy about the idea of going off with four wild people, three of them men, but she also didn’t want to be alone with Brandy facing whatever horrors may come in the night. She took Brandy’s hand in hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze and took the first step forward into her new life.
* * *
The next few days were spent in the village of the wild people. There were more than four of them: upon arriving at their settlement it was clear that those who had come were the explorers, the people who faced each difficult new situation and then went directly to the leader, dancing and gesturing to try and communicate whether there had been an attack or good fortune. Obviously not much information could be exchanged in that way but at least the people knew whether they were safe or not. After spending some time there, the astronauts began to realize that most of the gestures did not even have real meanings: all they did was communicate emotion, direction (by pointing), and sometimes something like movement in the form of moving your hands back and forth either together or in a contrasting way. They began to tell the villagers how they felt, as well as showing fear and gesturing when they saw movement in a bush or heard a noise.
All in all, things were going well. An elderly man simply left his little dwelling to let the group move in and he walked straight into the hut of a family, being welcomed as though he were one of their own, which for all the space crew knew he very well may be but it was even more likely that no one was sure who was related to whom and they just all considered each other one big family.
As the village people had no clothes, there were some awkward situations initially. The large, free-swinging genitals of the men would sometimes brush up against anyone close by them whether gathering food, starting a fire, or repairing a hole in one of the roof huts when it rained. They were not shy about this and would smile broadly at whomever was so surprised as to react to this, and more often than not their cock would stiffen at the attention, boldly poking the leg or back of whoever they were working with. While some of the villagers had thick pubic hair that all but obscured their genitals, some of them were basically hairless and their smooth skin gleamed in the sunlight, more free than any westerners could be in modern society.
The women too went naked all of the time and their bodies were a constant distraction to Eric. He was enamored of their large breasts and loved the variety: going without bras meant that all of the very young women had perky breasts, nipples pointing straight out and a lot of bounce accompanying every movement, whereas the middle aged women were more filled out, with larger tits that looked heavy, another sort of perfect. He could imagine squeezing their chests, nipples pressed into the center of his palm while he kneaded their soft skin and buried his face in between the twin mounds.
Even better was their lack of pants. Imagine trying to be a productive member of society and all around you women are bending over, their big rounded asses merely inches from your face, and yet they don’t get shy about it. They are comfortable with their own bodies and look back at you and smile. Every time you turn your head there is another pussy, little bud of a clit and plump juicy lips uncovered, ready and waiting for your cock….
Soon he too was constantly walking around sporting an erection, loving the new society that he had found himself in. This, he could get used to. Still, he was not yet ready to take off his clothes and really get into the swing of village life as far as culture was concerned. The women too had their reservations. As much as they wanted to feel the sun against their bodies, tan their hips and feel the breeze against their nipples, they only elected to go braless, breasts swinging free beneath their t-shirts, and wore short-shorts that showed the bottoms of their asses, barely covering them at all but still offering that little piece of a society that had been their entire lives.
Things went on like this for many days until one day the villagers began screaming, gathering whatever clubs and sticks they had around and heading toward the center of the village. Eric, Brandy and Sally joined them, fearful for their lives and without the slightest idea what sort of danger faced them. They had nothing in their hands, having simply followed the others who ran toward the perceived shelter in the middle of the village, and now they were sorry that there was nothing within reach that they could use to defend themselves.
Suddenly a terrible snarling sound could be heard, joined by many more snarls, all joining into a hellish chorus that made Brandy’s blood run cold. She would know that sound anywhere… dogs. As a child she had loved dogs, but after being bitten by her grandmother’s Labrador Retriever she had become so afraid that she refused to be in the same room as a dog. Now, however…
The villagers clustered closer together and the dogs came into sight, an enormous group of them, easily twenty at least. They were all large, various breeds all in one big group. There was a German Shepherd, a Doberman, a Saint Bernard, a Great Dane, a Schnauzer, and many others. All of them had their lips pulled back from their teeth menacingly and six of them had poles upon their backs with little metal nooses slipped through them, which Brandy recognized as the rabies poles used to control dangerous dogs.
The villagers were grunting now, deeply and with plenty of emotion as though in an attempt to warn the animals away, but a sound rose from behind the villagers, another deep and guttural growl, and at that point everyone’s hearts seemed to stop beating and drop into their stomachs. They were without hope. The dogs were large, each as big as a man, and intermittently one of them would break rank to snap at the humans, raking their sharp teeth against an arm or a leg, warning what would happen if the people tried to resist.
One man raised his club, bringing it down across the nose of a Malamute, catching the wolf-like dog with a powerful blow. It seemed for a moment as though the humans might have hope of retaliating but three dogs immediately swarmed the man, viciously biting him and pushing him to the ground, stepping away only when he was laying there, shaking in fear. His injuries were not bad but he got the message: if not for their mercy, those dogs could have killed him.
The dogs with the poles on their backs began walking through the crowd and soon spotted the pale group of astronauts. Their eyes gleamed in delight. Suddenly, a voice spoke out, making them all jump.
“Ah,” said the voice, “look what we have here… pale humans.”
Hearing the word humans, they all suddenly looked around and realized that the voice was coming from a Belgian Malinois, a dog looking similar to a German Shepherd but with a stronger body and a tan coat with a black face. He looked stern and was clearly in no mood for their antics.
“Oh damn!” Sally screamed, “What the fuck, a talking dog?”
This brought a chorus of voices from the other dogs, all of them angry and speaking in fast, clipped tones.
“She talks!” “The human has a voice!” “We haven’t seen a talker in ages!”
At this the astronauts began looking left and right, seeing the large powerful animals and becoming even more afraid now that they knew these angry, strong canines were also intelligent and probably cunning as well.
Eric tried to speak up and gain some semblance of authority. “Look, we don’t want any trouble. If this is your territory we will leave and go somewhere else. We came here by accident and just stopped for food.”
Again the dogs began howling and yelling, suddenly realizing that all of these pale outsiders could talk. They could smell that these humans were different, had smells on them unlike the smells of the wild people, and they closed in on the group, surrounding them and the nearest forest people in an ever-tighter circle. The dogs with the rabies poles on their backs flipped them down, holding the noose parts out toward the people.
“You’re coming with us. Put your heads in the loops, remain calm, and you will be fine.”
When no one complied and the forest people just looked on in angry confusion muddled with fear, the Boxer behind one of the aboriginal women head butted her in the rear, causing her to fall forward, arms outstretched, so that her head landed in the loop and she fell to her hands and knees. The dog with the pole instantly tightened the loop so that she could not get away and then held it tightly.
The other aboriginals, seeing this, tried to fight back and were met with snarls and flashing teeth, which scared them so badly that they fell to the ground, grunting and kicking, but they were unscathed and when again the loops were held forward they put their heads into them and remained still, relaxing slightly after a moment when nothing more happened to them.
“You humans have seen how powerful we are,” the Belgian Malinois said, directing his speech at Eric and Sally who seemed the most cognizant. “Come with us. We will give you food and take you to our civilization, but we will not leave you here. We will do whatever we have to do to get you into these leads, and if you resist things will only be more trouble for you, as we still get what we want either way, but I would rat not hurt you unless it becomes necessary.”
Brandy began crying and tried to run, turning on her heel and sprinting as fast as she could. Eric and Sally were amazed and almost took off as well until they saw Brandy, who had been outrunning the surprised canine captors, trip on the uneven ground and fall. Immediately she was swarmed with dogs and a Golden Retriever grabbed her by the back of her shirt, careful not to dig his teeth into her skin, and dragged her back to the group, holding her still so that her head could be slipped into the loop of a big Black Lab’s rabies pole.
Seeing that there was no way out of this and nothing that they could do, Eric and Sally bowed their heads in a gesture of acceptance. They would not move toward the pole but remained still, allowing the loops to be slipped over their head with dignity. All six poles bearing a human, the dogs began to pull them toward where they had entered the camp, pulling them firmly but gently along.
“Where are you taking us?” Sally asked, an edge of distaste in her voice.
“We are going to the city, Boneswood, the nearest place to here. It is where we set off from, but then afterward we shall head to Great Parks, our capitol.”
“Boneswood? Oh my god, what are you going to do, kill us?” Brandy was nearly screeching, tears streaming down her cheeks. One of her shoes had come off, exposing her delicate and well-arched foot, and her shirt had ripped when the Golden Retriever carried her off and now hung in tatters, covering only one breast while the other was fully exposed, her large brownish-pink nipple visible even in the darkness, a lone splotch of color on her milky white skin.
The dog laughed, not unkindly, “We are DOGS. Boneswood has nothing to do with death or harm. It is not a bad place, probably a lot like the town you come from. We named it after bones because dogs love bones, and what dog doesn’t like the woods?”
His remark seemed to put them at ease and the rest of the walk went well enough for a several hour trudge through wilderness in the dark. When at last they arrived in town, they were nearly delirious from lack of sleep and their vision was so blurred that it was beginning to get difficult telling the dogs apart.
They were led into a holding cell and left there with the wild people, given large chunks of meat and a huge pan of water from which they were all expected to drink, and then they were left alone for the rest of the night. Almost immediately after eating and drinking their fill they all huddled against the wall and fell asleep, sitting up and ready to try and bolt if given the opportunity.
* * *
The next morning they awaken to sounds outside of the window of their cell. All of them awoke around the same time, just as the sun was coming up. Barking could be heard, and they looked out to see the strangest and most incredible thing that any of them could have imagined. There were plenty of dogs outside, but these dogs all had humans on leashes.
Young people, old men and women, even a couple of children! Even more surprising, the people did not struggle, nor did any of them look upset. Some were intently focused on other humans they were passing, straining at their leashes to get close and touch one another’s faces. They were all naked, breasts and cocks swinging freely beneath them as they crawled around, looking at things of interest such as other people and dogs, a few stuffed animals and balls of all types on the ground: soccer balls, basket balls, foot balls.
There were a few humans walking upright, but these seemed the most unusual of all. Not only were they looking back repeatedly at the dogs walking them, they also were ignoring the other humans unless the talking dogs called them over to see a ‘friend’, and they weren’t pulling on their leashes or stopping to investigate everything that they saw on the ground either. In essence, they were given the privilege of walking upright so that they could see more things further off in the distance, but only because they were so well behaved.
Many of the leashed women passing by were in varying stages of pregnancy, their breasts swollen and full of milk, some even dripping it onto the pavement. Some had just a little baby bump while others were so far along that they had enormous round stomachs with the skin stretched taught over their smooth, hard bellies.
For half an hour the people stood and watched, the astronauts talking among themselves while the wild people simply looked on in wonder. After about thirty minutes, they saw something that put the entire situation into perspective. A well-fed woman with long, silky dark blonde hair was stopped at the end of her leash and meeting another human. He was a man with a shaved head and a very muscular body, and when she neared and stroked his face he tried to circle around behind her, putting his hands on his hips and attempting to line up his cock with her pussy.
“Ah, nope you two!” The spotted hound leading the woman said as he pulled her away. “She’s not to be having sex with people right now, but it is good to know she’s receptive. Thank you for having him meet with her.”
The Collie leading the man nodded, gently pulling back on the man’s leash and petting his head. “Good boy, now come on, she can’t play right now.” Reaching down, the Collie began stroking the man’s cock which was already standing straight up. “Let’s get you home and I will take care of that, it’s too hot out here for me. Dang, I guess I will have to get my hair cut eventually if we keep spending so much time out. Summer’s a bitch isn’t it?”
The man smiled and looked up at the Collie, clearly appreciating his master’s attention to his cock. Eagerly he followed the big shaggy canine back home, wherever that was.
Meanwhile the hound was stroking his woman under her chin, cooing to her. “Good girl, goooood girl Chichi, aren’t you just darling. You’re in heat, huh girl?”
The woman closed her eyes and enjoyed his petting, looking up as soon as he stopped. The spotted dog gently scratched her above her rump, grinning when she pushed her lower back up to meet his hand and turned to display herself. She pointed her pussy straight at him, looking over her shoulder quizzically to see if he would respond, and respond he did.
The tip of his cock was showing from within his sheath, glistening with wetness. The self-lubricating anatomy of a dog means that he probably would have slid comfortable into her even if she weren’t wet, but based on her reactions she was ready. The hound wrapped his paws around her waist and began thrusting, the tip of his cock poking her lightly until he found his mark and immediately pushed forward, grinding his hips against her ass cheeks and shoving his red dog dick as deeply into her as possible.
She threw her head back, moaning loudly enough to be heard from within the holding cell where the humans were being kept. They watched silently with rapt attention, jaws slack, as they saw the dog humping vigorously, pumping his cock within her cunt until after a time he remained still, resting his head atop her back and closing his eyes. This went on for some time, with her getting restless and rocking back against him to keep the stimulation going. When apparently he’d had enough, he climbed off of her back, turning around so that they were ass-to-ass like two dogs.
Her lack of fur meant that for the first time the humans actually got to see exactly why dogs remain locked like that. They could see about half an inch of his pink dick connecting them, having apparently turned backward and remaining inside of her. His tail was draped over her back, seeming to give her comfort with his touch.
Again they remained still for a few minutes until his cock slipped out of her, having shrunken down in size after his orgasm. He turned to lick at her pussy, lapping up his own cum off of her private lips and inner thighs. After this he nuzzled and petted her and then the two went off, walking side by side, as though this were totally ordinary. In a world ruled by dogs, it is the canine behaviors, not the human ones, that set the standards for society.