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Filename: wendria3.txt
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story_codes: Animals/fg female/young girl, (15, 10), beast, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: Two young farm girls employ a unique method of distracting animals who would have otherwise eaten most of the berry crop which as just ripened. 


story_language: English




Wendria: Story 3 - Setting the Bait

Written by madvlad


	comments_readers: Yeah, the characters are a play on the "Little House" ones. I always wanted to do a not-so-serious porn version of the show and this series provided an opportunity. So I'm deranged - surprised?

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	"So on Old Home, it was North and South, not East and West. And they named them after Amerigo Vespucci's first name, instead."

	Mary rolled her eyes at her younger sister's incessant chattering. Although she liked school, Mary found herself wishing that her sister, Laura, had less enthusiasm in her own education - particularly when it came to trivia like this.

	"And what's your point?" the fifteen year-old groused.

	Laura's red braids whipped as she turned to look at her sister as they hiked toward the vlenberry fields.

	"Well, wouldn't that sound weird? Going to a big city like Winnipeg, North America or Seattle, North America? Nope, I'll take good ol' Winnipeg, West Vespana, every day of the week and twice on Sundays."

	"Good for you they got the names right, here," Mary said.

	"Yup!" Laura agreed. 

	As they continued walking, Laura's eyes narrowed as she regarded her big sister. Did Mary just make fun of her? Laura hoped she didn't get that way - all uppity and such - when she turned fifteen. Just because Mary was five years older than her didn't mean she could act so snooty. 

	Laura wondered if getting boobs made you be like that. Both sisters wore denim overalls - practical for life on the farm. Laura wore no short underneath - not in this weather. But shortly after her fifteenth birthday, Mary began wearing a short-sleeved shirt under her overalls. It was no surprise, really. Every Wendrian girl started to develop around fifteen or sixteen. Having to wear a shirt had to be more uncomfortable at this time of year - no wonder Mary seemed grouchy.

	The freckles on Laura's face danced as she grinned. She was thinking of Allison, that spoiled girl in town who was halfway between Mary and Laura in age. She had started wearing a bra and bragged at school how she was so much more mature. After a well-planned and well-executed plan Allison was abruptly relieved of her blouse and bra on the school playground and was exposed as being flat as a board - just like every thirteen year-old.

	Being a merchant's daughter, Allison never wore overalls and looked down her perfect nose at the kids - particularly the girls - who did. About a year ago, a girl of eleven had come with her father on a business trip from their home in Yorkton, Anglia. The girl, Beatrice, was certainly upper class and Allison had immediately attached herself to the visitor, telling her about the "farm trash" girls in their overalls. 

	To Allison's horror, Beatrice was fascinated by the farm clothing. The only girls she had ever seen in pants were cloud skippers, who were often a peculiar lot. On that, Mary agreed - who in their right mind would go flitting about on those contraptions at such heights? Naturally, Laura went on a three-month binge with a fascination for cloud skipping and regaled her big sister with all kinds of facts at all hours in the bedroom they shared. 

	One day, Beatrice came to visit their farm and donned a pair of overalls that Mary had outgrown. She joined the sisters in climbing trees in the juga orchard to pick the fruit and ended the day in a very grimy and very satisfied state. When her father returned to retrieve her, he had been rather shocked but also amused.

	A touch of sweetness on the breeze made Laura's nose twitch. Then she inhaled deeply. When she turned to Mary, her sister was grinning just as broadly as she was. Age differences forgotten, they raced toward the vlenberries with Laura's braids bouncing and Mary's free blonde locks unfurling behind her.

	"They're ready!" Laura exclaimed as she saw the small pale purple flowers had opened around the clusters of darker berries. When the berries achieved ripeness, the flowers opened to release their scent so that insects could carry away their pollen. For farmers it meant harvesting could begin. It also meant lopers.

	Laura frowned as she thought of the sloth-like creatures that inhabited the nearby forests. Unlike their Old Home counterparts, though, lopers were quick-moving. And while the females remained in the trees to tend to their newborn young at this time of year, the males loved ripe vlenberries and an adult could pick a bush or two clean in an hour. This made a quick harvest crucial.

	Fortunately, the flowers closed in the evening and only opened again in the early gray of the false dawn. The lopers were largely nocturnal and did not approach the vlenberry patches until they smelled the flowers in the morning. Then they would spend about two hours feeding before they returned to the woods to sleep the daylight away. There was a pack of around eighty lopers near the farm which meant the animals could wipe out the harvest in a matter of days.

	Mary and Laura knew that the berries could be harvested by humans much quicker. Their father already had the "vlenner" oiled and ready to go. The contraption could be attached to the tractor via an overhead rig and could pick the berries in a day, leaving less than five percent of the crop for the lopers to snatch.

	The only problem was guarding the crop in the morning. Crackle sticks worked best - they were rods with forked ends that could produce a shock from the voltage supplied by a small azurine crystal. But carelessly shocking a loper was never a good thing as even a docile beast like that could be incited to attack. Lopers were herbivores, but their long upper front teeth could produce a devastating bite. 

	But if someone waved a charged crackle stick at them, the hum was often enough to keep them at bay without riling any of them. For some reason, Mary had a knack for it. In fact, she did the guarding by herself for the last three years without the loss of a single bush. Their parents were pleased and knew their eldest daughter had the good sense not to go charging after a loper with her crackle stick held high.

	"Are you guarding tomorrow?" Laura asked that night as Mary wound and set her alarm clock.

	"Uh huh."

	"Can I go with you?"

	"No, this is my responsibility and I have to do it myself."

	"You're supposed to share, you know."

	Mary coolly eyed her sister. 

	"Fine," she said. "If you want to share chores, you can pull weeds in my part of the gourd garden."

	"That's not what I meant!"

	Mary shrugged, dismissing her sister.

	Laura sighed and sat down hard on her bed, legs swinging. It was not quite bedtime and she was bored. Which meant she could still make conversation.

	"Mary?"

	"What?" came the response with an irritated note of warning in it.

	"How come you've got a piece of aravine root in your dresser drawer?"

	Mary's face reddened. 

	"That's none of your business," she retorted. "And you shouldn't be snooping in my stuff!"

	Laura jerked back, surprised by her sister's reaction.

	"I only saw it a couple of times when you had the drawer open. Besides, what's the big idea of keeping a stupid ol' root around?"

	"It's...personal."

	Laura shrugged. Why would any girl want a cylindrical piece of root with a funny-looking twisted surface? Maybe it was one of those things that went with having boobs. The girl mentally shook her head. When she turned fifteen or sixteen, she would tell the world they could keep their stupid boobs - and their aravine roots, too.

	In the darkened bedroom, Mary laid awake. Laura had only been mildly curious about the aravine root and Mary certainly didn't want to have to explain what that was all about. Would Laura forget about it and move onto some other obsession? She hoped so.

	"West Vespucciana," Laura said in the dark.

	"Huh?"

	"They could have called the continents West Vespucciana and East Vespucciana instead of West Vespana and East Vespana. That way they could have used more of Mr. Vespucci's name in it. Winnipeg, West Vespucciana. Seattle, West Vespucciana. Denver, West Ves-"

	"Laura, go to sleep."

	Having slept fitfully, Mary was able to quickly silence the alarm clock when it rang. She lay still in the darkness for a moment, hearing only the even breathing of her sister across the room. Carefully, she stole from the room, taking the bundle of clothes she had laid out the night before and got dressed in the kitchen so as not to wake Laura.

	Next, she went to the barn and selected a crackle stick. A small crystal was already in the chamber and she twisted the handle. She felt the hum through the handle more than she hear it. Sweeping the forked end upward, it barely crackled as it singled away a spider web in the rafters. Even if she didn't need it, it was good to know that it worked.

	With everything set, Mary strode out of the barn, nearly yelping when she saw another figure in the shadows. 

	Laura grinned as she tapped the handle end of her crackle stick against the ground.

	"I was already dressed in bed when you woke up and snuck out while you were in the kitchen. So let's go."

	Mary seethed as they walked toward the vlenberry bushes. But she was also worried. As they neared the rows of fruit-bearing bushes, she had decided on a plan. If it worked, Laura wouldn't tell, either.

	While Laura peered about with her crackle stick at the ready, Mary unfastened her overalls and let them fall to the ground.

	"Hey, what are you doing?' Laura whispered.

	"Getting ready. You have to do it, too."

	"What? You're going to fight lopers while your butt naked?" Laura giggled.

	"No. I'm not going to fight them. Now are you going to get undressed or are you scared?"

	Laura glared at her sister, although it was still too dark for Mary to see it. Accusations of scaredy-cat status were not something she'd let pass. Throwing her crackle stick to the ground, she immediately stripped. No sooner did she finish than she heard the rustling of leaves as something - or things - were emerging from the woods. She went to pick up her crackle stick but Mary stopped her.

	"You won't need that. Just get down like this and stay still."

	Laura joined her sister on her hands and knees. The soft gray light appeared on the horizon, giving the area an odd glow. Her heart quickening, Laura saw furry shapes lumbering quickly in their direction. The fur of lopers varied from yellows to browns but she could not discern color in this light.

	Soon, they were around both girls, their snouts snuffling as the registered the scents. Anticipating their reaction, Mary felt herself moistening. The loper nosing her crotch flicked out his tongue.

	"Rrrr...rrrrr," the creature keened. 

	Mary rocked forward as he climbed partially onto her back. He was full grown, a little larger than the German Shepherds that had been imported from Old Home. The tapered head of the animal's penis slid into the teen's ready cunny, making Mary croon as her young tunnel was filled. After Laura's questions last night, she hadn't risked playing with her aravine root. But the warm hard prick moving inside her was reward enough for her patience. 

	The girl's barely ripening nipples ached to be touched and Mary balanced on one arm while she pinched herself there. Her body jerked with the sharp frisson, amplified by the cock plunging her teenaged sex. Mary slid her hand farther down her body. She felt the smoothness of her mound where within a year would be showing the first flossy signs of impending maturity. Twiddling her clit, she slid two fingers down on either side to feel the hard meat of the loper as it slid in and out of her rapidly heating cunt hole.

	Laura watched what the loper was doing with her sister but couldn't make any sense out of it. Meanwhile the others around her were sniffing and licking her bare skin. But Laura didn't mind as it kind of tickled. And she liked the moist puffs of their breath on her and even the warm saliva felt kind of good. 

	She barely managed to stifle a giggle when one of the animals was snorting behind her, his nose brushing her bald snatch. When he licked her there, she burst out laughing. And she couldn't stop as the loper got onto her back, grabbing at the side of her torso with his long-toed forepaws. 

	"Get off me, silly," she giggled. "Hey, what are you doing to my kitty?"

	The loper's prick butted against Laura's hairless, spit-covered vulva. The human child squirmed as the tip entered the small slit there. Shifting, the animal tried to get inside his little mate who had presented herself to him. She was trying to move forward, away from his member. But the creature understood that young females needed to learn how to stay in place during this important function.

	"Mary?' Laura called worriedly. "I think he's trying to put something in my...AAAIIIIEEEEE!"

	Having found the right angle, the loper pushed with his hind legs, plunging through the ten year-old's cherry. Laura's scream died as the breath was driven from her. The little girl's abrupt education in sex began as an animal's hard cock forced her virgin pussy into service. She panicked from the sting as she was torn open but as she caught her breath at last, she wondered at the odd sensation derived from the hardness working in her tender cunt.

	It...it didn't feel so bad any more. The loper's tongue was hanging out as he happily rutted with her and she felt it slapping against her shoulder. What was he doing there...inside her. He was inside her! How was that possible?

	Lowering her head, she looked down her body to the junction of her legs where that thing was being pushed in over and over. In the dim light, she saw the dark streaks running down in the inside of her pale thighs.

	"M-mary? I'm bleeding," she whined.

	"It's...it's okay," Mary breathed lustfully, "It only happens the first time and then it's...oh!"

	The teen quaked with her first climax of the morning as her cunny became awash with the creature's semen. No sooner had the loper dismounted when another one took his place.

	Laura wasn't sure what Mary's exclamation was about, but thought she might have been feeling the same thing she felt inside of her own loins. It was getting warmer and seemed to be sharpening. The thing inside her suddenly expanded and Laura squealed as hot jets of animal sperm flooded her immature sex organs. 

	She was disappointed when the thing that was inside of her was pulled away. But then another one thrust into her as a new creature mounted her. After a few minutes of hard pounding in her preteen twat, Laura's orgasmic cry floated among the untouched vlenberry bushes. 

	As she was getting slammed with another loper's dick, Mary heard her sister's reaction and smiled. Laura was such a tomboy - now it was time for her to learn what it felt like to be a girl.
Looking over, Mary felt her snatch get hotter as the observed the sleekness of her naked little sister in a fucking pose while a shaggy creature copulated with her.

	As another in a countless string of climaxes ripped through her, Laura very much felt like a female. Her slender, undeveloped body was sticky with loper drool but it was nothing compared to the lewdly drooling mess of animal semen around her hairless cunny, all over her crotch, and coating much of her thighs. 

	The lopers were not yet sated, even with two young human females offering themselves for mounting. While the older one was familiar and still a fine mate, the younger one was intriguing. The ten year-old was finally learning how to push back against their thrusts, aiding them as they ripped their hard meat in and out of the tightness of her hot and gooey little cunt. 

	As full dawn approached, the lopers' instincts warred; the need to retreat into the safety of the woods and the lustful call to copulate with these two luscious young females. In the end, the primal need for protection won out. But they left the two sisters in the grass and dirt, panting as jism dribbled out from their throbbing, ravaged little cunts.

	Laura yipped at the cold water as she submerged into the pond not far from the berry bushes. She had been rather bleary after two hours of the beastly gang bang. Now the temperature made her wide awake. Mary was next to her, fingering the semen from her twat. Laura quickly got the hang of it and cleaned herself out as well.

	"So that's your secret," Laura mused as they walked toward the farmhouse. 

	"That's right."

	Laura looked at Mary, suddenly in need of her older sister's approval. 

	"Mary? When I was doing that...stuff with the lopers... Was I doing it right?"

	Mary felt a twitch in her crotch as she recalled how cute Laura had looked while she was mounted.

	"Oh yes," she confirmed. "You were great. In fact..."

	"What?"

	Mary eyed her younger sister in a new light, letting her eyes rove over the thin, bare torso beneath the overalls and imagining the rest of that body inside the baggy clothing. She licked a suddenly dry lip.

	"While everyone's out at the vlenberry bushes, we'll have the house to ourselves - you know how Ma and Pa let me sleep a while after guard duty. How about if I show you what an aravine root is used for?"


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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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