The Mutant World (65 page)

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
WOMAN TROUBLES,
BERAL III TAKES ST
OCK

L
ord Talos shook his head as he walked to the training hall of the imperial palace. The floor literally shook as the empress and her new daughters trained on a level few besides himself could with his wife. The guards bowed and moved aside. Talos entered and was surprised to see that only the empress and Princess Coahoma, the copper skinned girl, were training. His daughter and the other two western princesses were watching on the sides.

Both women were of equal size (in every way) and strength, or nearly so. Beral III was being pushed as no mutant besides her husband had pushed her in training before. The other women saw Talos as he entered, but he quickly motioned that they should remain as they were and to be silent. Talos was getting a real treat now and he didn’t want to alert his wife to his presence. The red girl was pretty tough. He didn’t want her distracted.

“What does ‘Coahoma’ mean in her peoples’ language?”
asked the impressed Talos telepathically.

“It means ‘Red Panther’,”
said Princess Nandi.

“Very accurate,”
said Talos.
“She’s fitting into our family already.”

“Actually,”
said Princes Jayna with a giggle,
“her full name is Coahomamasitetetas ‘Red Panther (giggle) With Very Big Breasts’!”

“Don’t tell him that!”
cried Nandi, scandalized.

Talos nearly burst out laughing aloud at this, and said,
“Very accurate, indeed! Again, she fits right into this family!”

“Yes, but that’s a bit of a mouthful,”
said Nandi.
“And besides…it’s really not her original ‘Earned-Name’ and she can be a bit sensitive about it. Please, Father, don’t call her that. I understand that until she reached a certain age…and size…she was just ‘Coahoma’. A name she earned by her character and ability, not her tits. So it would be healthier to just call her that.”

“I see,”
said Talos chuckling.
“No worries, I couldn’t remember the full name if I tried anyway. You know, there was a great elder, one even older than Mother Bellasaris and Father Cato by thousands of years that was born on Earth. She sometimes called herself ‘Indian’ but usually ‘Native American’. Her name was Old-Tree. She was much like that girl in hair, features and complexion. She seems of a related tribe. Old-Tree also wore similar beads and adornments sometimes according to Mother Bellasaris. She said her people were called the Iroquois, or as she said, the proper name was Haudenosaunee ‘People of the extended Longhouse’ or something like that. What tribe is Coahoma’s people descended from…originally?”

“Many,”
said Nandi.
“We know of the woman whom you speak. Great Mother Old-Tree she is called in the west. She is legendary to the tribes of the region beyond the mountains. She brought many Native American mutants to Bellasaria and many of them went far into the western lands to live in their old ways. Many hate being called ‘Indians’. They say that is not their name, but that of another unrelated race with whom they were once mistaken for by invaders who got lost. Evidently, these fools believed they were in a land called ‘India’ and thus the natives ‘Indians’. Of course, their mistake was realized eventually, but the name stuck…even here. But these Native Americans came from many different nations and languages. The people began to mix here. And so, like ‘Big Tits’ over there, they now make up many new tribes and have names and languages of mixed origins and meanings just like the people.”

“And they’re not all Native American either,”
laughed Jayna.
“In fact, that term is almost never used anymore among them…or us. After all, this is Bellasaria and they are now Bellasarians and share their domain with many other peoples originally from Earth. Peoples from places called Africa, Europe and Asia have migrated in bands out here too. Of course, the original Bellasarians of Bainian blood are here too, so the Amerindians or ‘Red People’, as they sometimes call themselves, are changing even more. But then again, so are we. We take, borrow and mix with each other and share skills and even blood. Wait, your mother was a red woman wasn’t she, Nandi?”

“Yes,”
said the brown girl,
“a Nuptare woman.”

And what does your name mean, Nandi?”
asked Talos.

“Sweet One,”
said the girl.
“But it is not a ‘Red Name’ though or at least it wasn’t. Many of their people have begun using it too. It is pretty, don’t you think?”

“Yes, it is very pretty. And you?”
asked Talos looking at Jayna.
“What does ‘Jayna’ mean?”

“It’s a girl’s name,”
she said with a shrug.
“That’s all I know.”

Suddenly, one of the women on the mat gave a great yell and everyone turned in time to see the empress catch the red girl in a hip throw. However, Coahoma jumped out of it and countered with a shoulder throw which was blocked by the empress.

“Damn!” cursed Nandi. “She almost had her!”

“My mother won’t be beaten that easily,” said Miko with pride. But she still had to admire the red girl. As for the High Lord, his eyes were now becoming glued on this match for entirely another reason.

Both women were rather impressive of face and form under the best of times, but now? Well, all that wrapping to keep things in place wasn’t going to last under this kind of intense abuse and indeed it didn’t. Both women’s training coats were now torn and discarded and the empresses hair had come undone…the Indian’s too. Talos swallowed. Things were bouncing around all over the place as well, despite the deliberately close fitting under-tops and both women were sweating heavily. Talos looked as his wife’s legs and backside.
The training shorts were practical, but they didn’t deemphasize a damn thing. He swallowed again. The red girl moved in front of him as the women circled each other, brushing the hair out of her eyes. Talos shook his head and tried to look away, but couldn’t. Physically, the women were practically clones.

Finally, after some tentative strikes and kicks, the two women came together in a violent clash and soon both were rolling around on the floor. As they grappled, Beral managed to get the younger woman in an arm-lock, but before she could press her advantage Talos jumped up.

“Enough!” he cried. “This match is over!”

“What?!” cried Beral. “Who dares…?! I almost had her! Talos?!? When did you…”

“Be quiet!” snarled Talos. The empress looked down and gasped. One of the princesses let out a tiny shriek. “Out, all of you!” roared Talos.

The girls grabbed their exhausted co-wife and quickly pulled her ass up off of the mat and practically ran towards the door. Beral, still on her back swallowed and was backing away as Talos hungrily approached. The girls didn’t look back. Exiting the chamber they could already hear what was beginning to happen as the sounds of tearing clothes and panting reached their ears. The Princess Miko looked at the two guards.

“Close the doors!” she snapped. “And don’t let anyone in there if you value your lives or theirs!”

The guards looked at each other and then the princess curiously, then suddenly they felt the floor begin to tremble again and the walls as well. But it wasn’t the same as from the shuffling feet or people landing from throws earlier. They heard the High Lord roaring and heard the empress screaming…but not for help. One of the guards, a woman, peeked in, gasped and immediately turned around red faced. She swallowed and began to sweat.

“Yes, Princess!” stammered the other guard. “We understand! None shall pass!”

The girls walked away from the training hall still shocked at what they had seen. Lord Talos was usually such a nice and reserved man. But what they just saw back there…There was only one word to describe the way the young women were feeling now…
“Affected”.

“Wow! Father was something else back there,” said Jayna. “Impressive!”

“I can see that he and Jawara really
are
kin,” said Nandi. “Damn! I…I have to admit, that
really
turned me on!”

The other girls laughed and then suddenly became quiet. Jawara had left earlier in the morning for his learning session. He needed to be quickly brought up to speed on his knowledge of major peoples, places and customs within the empire. However, usually by this time he would be back in the palace and in their large personal chambers communicating with his sister in Barratia. This new technology in Dinos was a gift for the new queen from the empress. With their efforts, Barratia would soon be brought up technologically to the same level as the other nations. Of course, the key point of this for the princesses was that Jawara was
home
.

As they slowly walked along they gave each other side glances. Obviously the same idea was going through everyone’s mind, but none were willing to let the others on to what they were up to. There was a huge chamber for showering and scrubbing adjoining the training hall where the lords and ladies usually got cleaned up and relaxed after training. It was complete with a Sauna and Jacuzzi. Like the Japanese, Bellasarians generally wash off sweat and dirt first and then soak in a warm bath to relax. For obvious reasons the girls were now forced to walk around to the alternate entrance rather than the direct way in the training room. They were all walking in that direction when…

“Well,” said Coahoma, “I’m tired after that match. I think I’ll go wash up in our personal chambers. I’ll see you later, Sisters.”

“Yeah,” said Nandi. “I think I’ll just head back to our chambers too.”

“There’s only one bath,” growled Coahoma.

“Nonsense,” said Miko, eyeing the two knowingly. “The tub is large enough for all of us to soak after a good scrub.”

“Bitch!” snarled Coahoma, who then turned and ran. “You’ll have to wait your turns!” she cried. The others took off right behind her.

Much to everyone’s frustration though, Jawara wasn’t home when they arrived at their chambers. Even Roxanne and Carrie, who arrived later, hadn’t seen him about the palace or grounds, which surprised everyone. He was rarely out of their sight. Much to everyone’s annoyance he’d given them the slip and wasn’t even in the city. It would seem he had gone hunting with Cato and some other men earlier (while they were preoccupied) for some male bonding and rest time. So they all washed, prepared a huge amount of food, enough to last even them for days, stored it, and waited.

******

The men were camped some distance away from the city. It was night. Not all the men in the party were feral or even mutants, so meat was roasting as a skilled practitioner seasoned up more. Two large deer had been killed along with some rabbits and several men were already preparing a pot for stew. Wild onions, potatoes and other edible roots had been collected. This was not how men like Cato or Jawara usually hunted in the woods, but it was fun and cooked food was enjoyable too.

“Great…er…
Father
Cato, does it ever get easier?” said Jawara. Cato, Bellasaris and Gorgo had insisted that their descendants drop those long and grandiose honorifics and use simpler forms like ‘Father’ and ‘Mother’. “Those women are going to kill me! Miko and Coahoma especially are almost more than I can handle. During the war it wasn’t so bad, but now…”

“Yes,” chuckled Cato, “now the danger is over and the she-cats can concentrate on
other
enjoyable ways to pass their time.” There was laughter at this from the other men in the hunting camp. Jawara groaned.

“You think it’s funny,” said Jawara.

“Of course it is, my son!” laughed Cato. He gave the youth an affectionate slap on the shoulder. “Do you know that when I was a cub your age I was going through the exact same thing you are now.”

Jawara looked at him in surprise and said, “You were?”

“Aye!” Cato laughed. “My uncle, Lord Wayne Brent, he was a Curtis at that time though, took me hunting out in the forest too for a little R&R. I tell you, Bellasaris, Gorgo and Hilda were going to screw me into an early grave! Hah! Or at least that’s what I thought. Plus I had three other mates to satisfy too. They would not be the only women I would be obligated to accept as mates either. You’re already learning about that, aren’t you?”

Jawara sighed. Several queens and princesses were already demanding a union of their houses with him for their aiding him and the empire in the war. The giantess he saw at the siege of Merkal had not forgotten him either. She had found him at the palace recently. She was untransformed and much smaller than when he first saw her, but still bigger than him. And just as he had imagined, she was beautiful and her body was
incredible
. He almost let his little head do his thinking for him, but then his big head reminded him of what would happen if and
when
his wives found out. He politely refused her offer and went his way. But now he had heard that the girl was petitioning the empress and that Mother Gorgo herself, of all people, was her advocate and go between. He knew where this was going.

“Anyway,” continued Cato, “Uncle Wayne, Goddess keep him, thought it was hysterical. He loved it! And like you, I didn’t share his amusement. Of course, I had my revenge when Lady Brent bonded with him and he was forced to marry her and all of her sisters. He also had a wife by then, an
Earthborn
mutant woman of the old stock. You know what that meant. Karma is a bitch, isn’t it?” Cato threw back his head and roared with laughter.