Den Mother Ep. 12: RIVER RED

"Ready Skip?" Aurora Dawson rubs her palms together briskly with anticipation.

"You bet your green glowing..."

"You best be thinking the word palms, and not the slapping on kind." Aurora winced at the youthful A'Bomi lad who looked as if a 12-year-old in appearance. Skip's obvious choice of eye contact was on her perfect and quite naked ass and delicious thigh gap. Noting the friction of her massaging palms turning green she made a point to shut him down.

"You may be 222 years old Skipper but I can still wash your mouth out with soap Old Boy. If we had soap that is!" She corrected herself then grimaced at an odor surrounding everyone within distance. "God we all smell like fish from the river. At least the road dust is off of our asses though."

"You can talk about asses and I can't?" He stepped next to her then one step back to whistle at her butt cheeks. "Not touching... just licking my lips."

"As long as they're not my lips Codger!" Aurora Dawson chuckled running her green hued right hand through the A'bomi Gaiamancer's hair. Even though he was 190 plus years older than Aurora due to his breed he still looked and acted like a child to her. He adored her for more than just a lustful thrill, even though he had stepped over boundaries in his long time stuck here alone in whatever era it was. Even as old as he truly was, he was hardly sexually active. Virgin perhaps! Just his luck!

"Come on Aurora it's impossible not to look at you. At least I'm behaving and not trying to tap dat ass still. Unless... you're changing your mind?" He wiggled his brows up at her and wagged his tongue.

"Not gonna happen. Don't go letting me distract you from your work. Check it out on your own time Geezer. Just don't touch. By the way I can see how edgy you are at my green palms going through your hair. You're magic based so don't go getting a receding hairline on my account." He loved how funny she was even under tension. Skip was well aware how deadly her touch could be to living creatures that had no magic involved in their DNA. At least what he had witnessed thus far. A certain horse she accidently patted was still alive, no explanation as to how, but she was grateful to not have harmed it. "Ready Skippy?"

"One bridge over troubled waters coming up." He chuckled and stretched his muscles via concentration, those within his mind, his body was spindly and lank. From beneath the river bed he dislodged bedrock, creating bubbles and froth, fish swimming by darting for deeper water. Rising to the surface the muddy bedrock mounded up for as far as the eye could see. With the river extraordinarily wide at two miles across by the looks of proximation the bedrock made it a dam. Which meant the water was going to rise all around them.

While Skip began hand gestures that sculpted the mounds into a flattened surface, he needed an assist to prevent tidal catastrophe. "Add to it my Pretty Protégé. You make a coastal wall. The hills around us here rise up to both sides of us but along the shore line we're going to get wet if we don't sandbag it. I do make you wet, right?" He smirked at Aurora, she knew he was talking dirty about her being wet because of his immense power and ego.

Digging her feet in, legs parted as if seeking leverage Aurora Dawson orchestrated her own hand motions and began curling up the ground along the stretch of beach. The uprooted soil conceived a ten foot tall wall that prevented flooding at their feet. To the Roman soldiers behind them it was a feat designed by Gods. Even Aurora's ancient wolf pack admired the handiwork of their Den Mother and this youthful elder. Wielding forces that were incomprehensible was breathtaking. She was giddy at her achievement, still finalizing her sculptures. Skip the sly snuck behind her and knelt down just enough to look up between her thighs at her clam, which breathed at bit in her stretching about as if some sorcerer casting a spell. Saliva dripping the heard a growl and felt a heated exhale on his neck. Swallowing dryly he stood up and turned to see a curling snout and grumpy eyes. Garameth the Ghost especially worried that Aurora's powers were becoming too much for her had her back. She might let her adaptation powers consume her someday. This annoying little man was just to mischievous and needed to be watched.

Up on a hilltop at a safe distance General Calahaus stood with the other's of the pack. To his opposite side, his youngest soldier Amoreus stood with his back to the banks so that his limbless burden Odessi Kilpatrick could witness the event with awe. The Roman soldiers themselves were divided on whether to watch the land continuing to erupt or focus on Aurora's perfect ass. Either way they were pondering on building a statue of their new Goddess but in the end none of them were artistic. Her perfect body in it's stance was all the statue they required. That and her slightly dangling labia through the part in her thighs, statues always added extra features. Harmless enough! Goddess yes, respect tedious. They were men after all.

"Well, I'll be a puddle of mud in the Sahara." Just below the hilltop Mathias Longfellow aka Yukon growled looking from side to side at Aurora's first real large scale attempt at masonry. Building their shelters last night was mostly on Skip's talents, but a bridge the length of the Golden Gate in San Francisco, possibly longer even was beyond remarkable. Not only that but a humongous wall holding the river back from a tsunami that could easily have swept away everyone here? "Yep! Just pissed on that sand dune. Den Momma is coming right along."

"Who would have thought our beautiful Isolationist would grow up to be so majestic." The shape changer Boogie aka Jean-Paul Boutcher of France questioned, "A week ago she was throwing snowballs at us for amusement. Then that damned plane crash happened."

"Everything happens for a reason." Blue Eyes, aka Blue, aka Dashiell Corisante also of France from the 16th. century added.

"At least she's alive." Lingo dubbed in, "I'd miss her scratching my belly... in wolf form. Nothing creepy!" As if that wasn't.

"Look at that, A'Bomi Boy busted up boulders to make the bridge flat enough the horses can cross." Orion found respect. "Kid... has talent. I wonder if he'd sculpt me a bust? In my Hercules form flexing my moustache."

"I don't trust him. If anything, he's going to build these here Roman's a lot of tombstones without names." Kyoot worried. Kyoot aka Kierron McDougal had a strong sense of dread, he being of Irish upbringing, his accent long gone over the hundreds of years living in North America.

"Like us, he's immortal." Boogie reminded them, "The Roman's aren't. He can't kill us, we can't hurt him. But the General's posse? Doomed at some point."

Canuck stepped up from a walk along the ridge keeping track of any Troll activity after their recent battle. "Let's just hope Odessi or Aurora's visions warn them ahead of time if the kid ever decides to betray our kindness."

"Leaving your watch Soldier?" Orion growled.

"Bosco's still up topside scoping the terrain. I wanted to watch the current swell. You know that wall won't last forever. We have maybe three hours to cross before the dike is over taken. Might be a different story if the river was smaller."

"General Calahaus is thinking the same thing." Blue pointed with his snout toward the hill overlooking chaos. "I can hear him barking commands to mount up and be ready to move."

"Then so should we." Mathias grumbled, "Garameth is looking our way. He knows we're eavesdropping."

Orion turned away and headed down toward Aurora and Skip, "Time to sink or swim Brother's."

"Rather walk!" Mathias scoffed, "Had my bath yesterday." He and the rest of his pack followed the larger wolf. Orion was known for charging into battle. While this was not any such war, just he in the lead was worthy of noting his past. Reason being he chose to forsake his original scrawny form to become a much larger man, in the end wolf when not set in his place by Garameth.

Finishing up their bridge sculpting Aurora dusted her hands off smiling, "This is fun. Thanks for educating me on my groundbreaking." Patting Skip on the shoulder she pulls him to her hip like a true Mother and stared out at their achievement with pride. "We make a pretty good team Skipper." Basking under her shadow Skip cast his much smaller arm around her bare ass and hugged her backside. At her seven-foot height compared to his 4'8 it was obvious there was no arm around her shoulder. Admiring their finished work Aurora felt Skip's hand lower to palm her ass cheek, even if he was playing it cool by pointing out where they could add support. Letting him have his way, she felt it harmless enough to cut him some slack as long as he didn't... he did.

"OWWWW! Give me back my finger?"

"Stop poking my asshole then, before I clench tighter and give you a real boo boo." She controlled her crevice bondage long enough for Skip to remove his index finger from her butt pucker. Shaking his fingers for circulation he pouted at her with a hint of awe. "Oh boo fucking hoo! You deserved that crooked thing." She frowned down at his expression of suffering. Lifting his finger to his nose he actually sniffed it then smiled. "Come up smelling like roses?"

"Fresh violets actually. How do you do that?"

"Rather it smell like shit?"

"Nooooo! But, it should have... a pungent... like violets I say." He knew she might flick him in the head and send him flying if he insulted her further. She was just that strong.

"Enough fooling! Seeing as we've come to it, lets cross this bridge. Want me to hold your hand Baby Boy?"

"222 remember?"

"Still my Baby Boy! Come on Squirt let's take the lead."

"Piggy back ride?" He chuckled.

"I can do that. You deserve it after building that road for us. Close as you're going to get in riding this bitch." She razzed him with her tongue then snatched him by his upper arms launching him up and around her shoulders. "Heels off the girls!" She noted the balls of his bare feet rubbing her nipples. "And, keep your trousers zipped up. If I feel you jerking off into my hair I'm tossing you in the drink."

"You ruin everything." He laughed, "Can't help my wanker getting hard though."

"Uh huh!" She turns to find Orion and her pack walking up behind her, "Mount up Boys."

"Already mounting you." Skip chuckled.

"That's enough up there." She groaned, "Mathias? You Folly, Luna, and Blue walk behind me." She notes the General and six of his soldiers trotting their horses down hill then approaching. "General behind you guys with a single file procession going across. Garameth and the rest of the pack hang back to make certain we're not ambushed from behind." General Calahaus indulged her in taking charge from that point, until they got across the great pond safely. "Let's move out. Waterfall by sunset." Thankfully the waterfall was between she and Kodi Prescott... if that spirit pig was leading them in the right direction.

Stepping out on to the bridge Aurora laughed then started singing. "Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', though the streams are swollen, keep them doggies rollin', rawhide!" She used to love watching old westerns with her mom and grandparents before the elders passed away.

"Always with the dog jokes!" Entire pack in a single thought!

"I liked that old Western." Lingo smirked.

"You would!"

Eastwood, even!

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Stone's Throw Research Base... Arctic Circle...Dawn! Modern day.

The door to a private room for its staff members opened like a sealed tomb, an actual vapor expelling but subsiding quickly. The scent of death emerging with it vacated as well. Cameras rolling in the halls captured a lull in time once the door opened, then dramatically found the hurried form of a certain pilot, Byron Cromwell of the Black Ops unit Illuminus, tossed out into the corridor nude, his ass bleeding profusely. While no security detail was sent, the onlookers covering monitor duty were certainly aware. Not only was his ass trickling blood but so was his neck. Nothing new at Stone's Throw... the place was crawling with insanity.

Pulling himself up Byron ran for his life down the hall and back to his personal quarters. Once he slammed his own door, the monitors no longer considered him worth watching. Returning to the still opened doorway of the room he had vacated, they found two women outside in the hall. One their faithful dispatcher Olga, the other? Cameras were switched off. They didn't want to see anymore.

The Black Ops Commander known as Overshadow stood naked with the exception of a bloody strap on dildo dangling between them, Olga pressed against the wall. The Russian beauty enjoyed a passionate embrace with the albino also known as Mercedes, outside of her raven black hair she was deathly white. In a maddening Hicky fest, Overshadow bore her fangs and fed on Olga's neck, blood abandoning the blond until the leader appeared done with her.

Drawing back licking her lips, then storming Olga's mouth for a stimulating kiss Olga slowly slid down the wall. Not intending on following her down Overshadow let her go. Turning without concern she walked away licking her lips then her fingers. Mercedes left the blond to come to her senses and crawl back into her bedroom in almost a zombie-like prowl, lost in confusion. Mercedes? She removed her strap on for a tasty suckle before hissing and tossing it aside. Too much iron!

Byron Cromwell in his private room was just happy to be alive. He would definitely never disobey his Leader again. Olga who? Vampires were not to be questioned. He knew that now. So did someone else... his uniform hanging up on a wall had a patch on its upper arm in the shape of an eye. A delicate camera within its sewing watched his every move with interest. Who? Eye won't tell!

Speaking of eyes... following at a safe distance the astral body of a young Asian boy watched Overshadow heading to her room. Keeping space between them the astral boy studied her every reaction until she paused at the doorway and turned to face him. Shocked as she lifted dark shades from her eyes, she smirked with the obvious knowledge that he was there. Luckily the Monitors refused to look at her so missed her final action. Not that they could have seen the boy no matter the tech.

"Run!" She whispers.

He did not have to be told twice. Gliding through the air effortlessly back to his body he went. He too should have known better, now his hand was tipped. Should she report his out of body spying to those scientists studying him... game over.

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Back to the banks... time as well.

With nearly a two mile stretch between one riverbank to the other it seemed eerie in crossing the water. Even with the bridge high enough to escape the current it still smashed hard against the right side trying to fight it's way through. Everyone was on edge! The further out they got they knew the water was deeper. Never knowing what might be in these waters was a constant worry. Luckily Aurora's persistent singing kept the troops in unison. More of a hum than actual singing her pack member Lingo began humming along with her. Hearing him telepathically Aurora upped her singing of An Old Fashioned Love Song. Before long, Blue, Luna, and Boogie followed in chorus. It took Mathias to howl to ruin their fun.

"Three Dog Night? Seriously Aurora?"

"You know the band? Sing it Mathias." She giggled. On her shoulders Skip leered back over his shoulder at the parade with a cocked brow. What was going on? Finally, he leaned forward over Aurora to awkwardly look her in the eye.

"The waters getting high. I'm going to dislodge the shoreline behind us to let water through and give us a better chance of not getting washed away before we get across."

"As long as you don't break up our band Skippy." She chuckles as he shifts his weight on her shoulders, spinning his legs to face backwards before she could stop him. Agile fucker! "Dammit Skip! You are not putting your crotch in my face."

"I have to see what I'm doing. Unless you want to walk backwards." He laughed and began lifting his hands like a Maestro to preach to the choir. Garameth to the rear heard rumbling behind he and his crew and stopped to peer behind them. The bridge was crumbling in sections and sinking back into the river. A flood of water began gushing through, not enough to lower the water to their sides but Ghost knew the A'Bomi's strategy. The roar of rock and water made the horses uneasy. "That should be enough. I like this view."

"Better than my view you Little Fucker. I can't see anything but your pecker." Crosseyed!

"Isn't he cool?" He laughed just as she yanked him forward with one hand and sat him down in front of her.

"No... he's not! Start walking!"

"You can't take a joke." He turned and began walking. He really needed shoes. Unlike Aurora's bare feet his tootsies were not impenetrable. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" Each step slowed her up.

"Oh, for God's sake!" Plucking him back up she sat him once again on her shoulders. "You're a pain in my ass."

"Only my index finger." He chuckled and sniffed it again with a sigh. "Sex and violets!".

"Right! Wait until I put mine up yours."

"I'll shut up now."

"Peace at last." Until she began singing again. Magic Carpet Ride was her choice.

"Steppenwolf? She's dogging us on purpose." Blue yelped.

Aurora paused just long enough to rattle them further, "You guys love it!" It did bring back memories. Breaking rank, Lady Luna ran alongside the horses until reaching her lover Baronas, peering up at him she let him know she was thinking of him. She so wanted to ride with him, but Den Mother had spoken. Until Aurora knew Baronas and his horse, even the General was not going to suffer over touching her ill-fated epidermis the quarantine existed. Thus far none of them acted out of the ordinary. There was hope! Leering down at Luna, Baronas reached to his saddle pack and brought something out of hiding. It was a Triumph Tulip in a lovely dark shade of pink. Inhaling it first he tossed it down at her paws, stopping in her tracks to sniff it. if a canine could blush, she would, she quickly picked it up with her teeth. Realizing he had touched it worried her, but again she had made bodily contact with Baronas long before Aurora's back off order. She a being that was magic based she felt no harm could come to her and rejoiced in his romantic gesture. Love was in the...

"Something in the water." Garameth paused his band to examine what appeared to be a humongous log following the current toward them. Growling he sent out his distress telepathy with Aurora. "Look to your right Aurora, on the water's surface." She did so swinging Skip from her shoulder to carry him under her arm, his knee was blocking her vision.

"Alligator?" She guessed, her eyes zooming in with a telescopic advantage. "Uhhh! That's no gator."

"Thoughts?" Garameth growled. Passing Skip up to one of the Roman's to ride behind him Aurora motioned to the General to continue on the last half mile of bridge. With everyone moving at a faster pace only Aurora and her pack stood ready in case this living creature attacked.

"Prehistoric like the Raptors we faced? That thing has to be thirty feet long."

"We should move faster." Mathias eyed the horses growing antsy.

"Garameth with me." Aurora stood her ground. "The rest of you go with the General and keep them safe. Especially Odessi." Responding with hesitance, Mathias led the remainder of the pack toward the riders up ahead. Finding Luna seated in the walkway with her flower in her mouth Mathias eyed her as if scolding her for disobeying Aurora. Pouting with a lowered head she waited until her friends had gone on around her. Tail gunning her friend Folly stopped and rubbed her head against Luna's to let her know that the girls should stick together. Luna loved her Inuit bestie. With a nudge of Folly's snout, the girls rejoined their pack.