Chapter 489: How Did That Get There?

“Sorry, pumpkin, but you’ll have to go through puberty like everyone else. No shortcuts,” I told Ellen. “I will do something I probably shouldn’t, but if it becomes a problem, I can undo it.”

“Ok. Can you at least put my arm back in, please? My hand is getting tired from holding it up,” Ellen asked.

That was easy enough. I didn’t do anything to block the pain. Ellen only grunted out in pain, but that was it. She sighed once I had reset her shoulder.

Reaching out from the place in my head to the implant, I saw that Ellen had dislocated both shoulders multiple times over the years. I knew how to fix it so she could still dislocate them in an emergency, but they wouldn’t pop out on a fall like what happened on her way here. It didn’t take but a few seconds to undo the damage from her twisting her ankle. She wouldn’t even know she did it, but I left the bruising. I ripped one leg off her spandex running pants since she wore boy shorts and panties. I used that to wrap her angle up like the brown stretchy bandages. I had to tear a hole in the material near the end to pull over her foot to hold it in place.

How did that get there? Did April do it?

When I looked in Ellen’s head, I saw that she had multiple places I’d seen in April, twins, and triplets. It was similar to what kids do when they link to people’s brains to think the kids are speaking when they aren’t. Ellen had multiple active, so I traced out those links.

I should have expected that, and it explains a lot.

Tracing out the active links took me to various predators for a mile around us. We had a curious bobcat slinking up to us. I got the vibe from the link that it didn’t want to hurt us.

“Come on, girl,” Ellen thought and said simultaneously. “It is ok. My daddy won’t hurt you.”

The bobcat still approached us carefully. The bobcat was ready to run if I twitched. It sniffed Ellen when it got near her and then began licking over Ellen’s cuts on her feet, arms, and hands. Ellen reached down to scratch the bobcat between the ears. It decided I could kill it without moving a muscle. Maybe it accepted that fact or somehow knew to trust Ellen that I was ok. Soon it had its tail pushed back against Ellen’s as it sat watching and listening around us.

Ellen was petting its head and back when she told me, “She’s one of the resort’s unofficial pest control employees. They found her as a kitten, put a passive tracker under her skin, and put out meat for her from time to time. The resort dumps rodent-attracting spoiled foods, or those about to spoil, in fifteen locations a mile from the resort perimeter. These locations are all in the woods. So far, they have attracted multiple feral cats, two bobcats, dozens of owls, and hawks. Rodents preferred not to deal with humans or the three-quarter-mile open space between the woods and the resort. The cats get what the owls don’t get at night or the hawks during the day. Only those that hitchhike in the incoming deliveries get loose on the property. This girl started following me as I tracked you.”

I didn’t mind, as long as Ellen didn’t.

I went back to doing what I had planned. I linked to April to get her permission to set up a way for Ellen to reach out to April in an emergency. She connected with April and showed me that April did that when I brought Ellen home after I adopted her. I made a similar connection to Ellen. I felt the love for me come blasting over the link.

“Welcome to the party line,” I thought to her over the link.

Ellen said out loud, “Why, Daddy?”

“Because of why you have a bobcat sitting between your legs looking for predators and threats. You connected to her much like the link I’ve had with April. You can reach out to April or me, and we can do the same for you. We aren’t reading your mind or anything, just able to communicate. I can’t explain it exactly, but you will get used to it. I am guessing this is how you can get animals to help you or why Sarah Jane walked out with you calmly, like the bobcat is sitting between your legs,” I told her. “I’m pretty sure your dad did it too. Someone told me that you and he were special. When the time came, I would understand why.”

It took her a few minutes to communicate with me over the link. It took her longer for April because she needed to find April first. It wasn’t an always-on link like April, and I have.

“Hey, Ellen, do you still feel all the angry like when you were hunting the last time?” I asked.

She thought about it and said, “Uh-huh.”

“I’m going to do something,” I told her.

I hijacked her link to the bobcat to send feelings of calm and relaxation. I couldn’t make a direct link to it. It turned to look at me and then started cleaning itself.

Well, I probably can, but I don’t want to.

I put a shield around all the places in Ellen’s head that weren’t linking to April or me.

The bobcat jumped away from us and started looking for threats. It climbed into a tree and laid on a branch, ready to pounce if needed. I noticed it never once looked at Ellen or me as a threat, but something had spooked it.

Ellen started shaking in my arms.

“It is ok. I’m right here, Ellen,” I told her.

She started shaking even more and crying. Over the link from her, I felt pure, raw, animalistic fear. I had to tell April it was ok because I was doing something with Ellen. I was checking on her Angries. It got too intense for April, so she filtered out Ellen’s intense emotions.

Ellen took a while to calm down. While she did, I felt something, and the bobcat’s ears started twitching around as it turned its head, looking for something it couldn’t see.

Tweaking my implant, I wireframed and made everything that wasn’t an animal wireframed and transparent with the place in my head. I added a light bit of coloring to distinguish trees, rocks, dirt, and other things that weren’t animals.

How long have those weapons been hidden away in that oiled hide inside that box? The wood is petrified.

With that change made to what I saw, we had a pack of coyote cubs, a female coyote, a raccoon, and a bear cub moving toward us. I reached out further and didn’t find any other bears closer to us than ten miles.

The bobcat started hissing at the bear cub and then took off chasing the raccoon.

The bear cub hurried up to us and started sniffing Ellen. It nudged her with its nose, and I felt Ellen’s fear. It did three more times.

“Go away!” Ellen screamed through her tears. “GO AWAY!”

The cub looked like someone shot it in the ass with how it jerked back from her, ran off, and climbed up in a tree.

I hadn’t seen coyote puppies up close. They sniffed but then ignored me.

One got between Ellen’s legs and started sniffing her crotch. It started trying to get its nose under Ellen’s torn part of her shorts, where I ripped them to wrap her ankle. The other two were sitting about a foot on either side of us. One of the other puppies came over to sniff.

The adult female coyote came over and picked a pup up by the scruff of the neck to get it out of Ellen’s crotch. It whimpered and moved off to the edge of the clearing where we were sitting. The coyote leaned in to start licking Ellen’s face. It didn’t stop until Ellen started giggling and then had to pee.

Ellen went around to pee in four different spots before moving over near the coyote pup. It got all her pee cleaned off, and it kept licking. It knocked Ellen down onto her hands and knees before moving up behind her. The pup didn’t know it was too small and immature to mount Ellen, but that didn’t keep it from trying. One of the others came over to start pulling on the tail of the one trying to mount Ellen.

All the coyotes scrambled for cover when the bear cub came down the tree. It moved over to Ellen, sniffed, and moved over her like it wanted to mount her. From my angle, it looked like it was in the right place to shove its dick into Ellen. The bobcat ran over to jump on the bear cub’s back. It moved away from Ellen as the bobcat chased it.

Ellen pulled her pants back up and came to sit between my legs.

“I don’t feel anything except being horny. I wish that coyote pup was older. No strings, no phone calls, no pregnancy, and no more Angries,” Ellen said.

I swatted her butt.

I pulled her back into my lap, got my legs over hers, and arms around her chest. I held her tightly to me as I released the shield I had used to block her connections I saw going to the animals. As I expected, she let out a primal scream. I felt the anger and raw energy built inside her as she tried to get free. I held her tightly until I saw that she had used up all her energy reserves and dislocated her other shoulder, trying to get free. I reset that shoulder for her.

“Ok. We’ve got this, Ellen. I think I can help you here. We need to work together,” I told her. “Close your eyes, lean back against me, and relax.”

Any time she got more energy from the food she had eaten earlier, she tried to get free, but it wasn’t happening. I rubbed her chest, between and above her tits, to calm her down each time. I slowly put her body to sleep but kept her brain awake.

“Don’t panic, Ellen. I am going to block out all your senses for right now. All you are going to have is me talking to you through our link and the Angries,” I explained. “Focus on feeling each of the connections to the animals, like you are hunting them or hunting someone that made them the equivalent of angry.”

Yeah, like that would work.

I tried for ten minutes before reaching out to the triplets. Five seconds later, Ellen could find each one. In a minute, she could identify what animal it was, how far away, and in which direction. Two minutes after that, she had the equivalent of knowing what was making them angry.

I don’t blame the bear for being angry. I would be pissed off if someone took me from my mom and relocated me to a forest hundreds of miles away. Yes, having your nuts clawed as you tried to mount the strongest alpha bitch in the area would piss me off too.

I fucked the triplets in our minds and let Ellen listen in. When I broke the link with the triplets, I started to wake up Ellen’s body. She screamed into my mind to stop.

It wasn’t for me to stop, but the coyote pup was getting her off by continuously licking her pussy through her shorts and panties as her juices flowed.

“Daddy, come on already. You make me tag along as you mind-fucked the triplets, and now this coyote pup keeps getting me off. It is the best I’ve ever felt, and now I want her brother, or dad, to mount me worse than anything,” Ellen told me.

Why do I have her little friend in my pocket? It wasn’t there earlier. I know better than to question it.

As Ellen went to pee again, I felt her reaching out to the animals around her.

“No. You will not get that bear back over here to mount you or you to mount it. The resort is likely to kill it on sight. Get on my back, and I will run us back. You don’t weigh much anyway,” I told Ellen as I pushed her little vibrating, self-expanding little friend into her hand.

Expertly, it disappeared inside her right before she got on my back.

With a sigh, we took off at a fast run. I adjusted what I could see to mark anywhere people, cameras, satellites, or anything else would view or detect how fast I was running. I didn’t hit anything until we crossed onto the running path to the resort. It hadn’t taken us long for me to run those ten miles back. I slowed to an average jogging pace until I got inside the resort. I kept jogging to the infirmary. I knew Ellen had bruises on her ankle, knees, shoulder, and chest where she fell trying to get to me.

“If you could give your daughter a little privacy while we examine her. We need her to remove her clothes to check her. She is at that awkward time where...” the nurse was saying as she tried to rush me out of the room so Ellen could get naked.

“Here, daddy,” Ellen said. “Can you go take a shower? You stink. Oh, I need some clean clothes. These stink with your sweat. Dee saw you carrying me in, so she is probably getting Camden to be in here with me.”

I kissed her on the forehead and turned to leave.

Camden handed me Gabriella and said, “You stink. You need a shower, and Gabriella had an accident. Ellen looks like she did, too, just not one that smells like Gabriella’s. You wash your daughter’s stinky butt. I will stay here with Ellen.”

Like that, they kicked me out of the room.

Gabriella did stink. She had crapped all over herself twice and did it again as I tried to get her clothes off. There was no point in saving her jeans or white t-shirt. Gabriella got into a box of Poo Berry, Grape Sports Drink, and fruit snacks yesterday. Today she ate a big bowl of sweet potatoes meant for her triplet siblings. After her nap, Gabby got some cookies filled with pink icing with pop rocks. She only ate the icing out of them. Somewhere she got a bag of candy and ate it until Camden caught her trying to give pieces to the triplets.

That is some seriously technicolored shit! I don’t think anything will remove the neon green, orange, and pink poop.

“No bath!” Gabriella said once I got her naked.

I took the weight suit off and then had to fight my sweat-soaked clothes. I turned on the shower and got the wash wand. It was easier to hose Gabby off with the wash wand.

Once I got her clean, I went to wash the sweat off me. Gabby got the soap and started on my legs. She didn’t know what to do when she got to my dick and balls. I watched her look at it, looked between her legs, looked at it again, and then tried to figure something out.

“Gabby, you’re a girl, and I’m a boy,” I told her.

“Oh. Ok,” Gabby said as she washed it.

Gabriella went around to wash my butt too. That was as high as she could reach, so I stood her on the bench to let her soap up the rest of me. She was giggling away happily. We rinsed off, got out, and I dried us off. I got her on the potty while I went to dress. She needed to go and hadn’t told me in the shower. What had been in her was cleaned out now. I helped her wipe her butt before dressing her in the new clothes we found on the counter. We had a date, and I was taking her to dinner.

After her colorful poop, dinner was rice, chicken, and Jello for her. I had surf and turf. Gabby tried a bite of steak, lobster, shrimp, and crab. She wasn’t sure she liked any of them. By the time she finished her dinner and mini-cupcake for dessert,

Gabby was wiped out.

I carried her back to Camden’s suite, got Gabby on the potty, found her some nightclothes, a pull-up, tucked her into bed, and read her a story. She was out like a light.

“David,” Bambi asked. “A little help here.”

In her room, I found Bambi’s pussy red and wet. She needed a dick, and I gave it to her until she told me she was sore. Camden came back later, and she was horny too. Camden hadn’t had much sleep, so it didn’t take long. I tucked her into bed before leaving.

I took a stroll around the resort and returned to the bushes from last night. I wasn’t in the mood to fuck right now, but I didn’t mind sitting back to watch the guys. One thing I saw right off is that the boys had short and thin dicks. Not sure how they were getting those girls off with something the size of my finger. I did see all the girls were getting creamed. None lasted longer than five minutes. It was funny to watch, though. After a few minutes, I got bored and headed to my suite to check on Ellen.