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The Venery of Bigfoot III

The Gene Institute may have their Bigfoot DNA samples, but Kitty is stranded in the forest during a blizzard. Fortunately, Bigfoot is big, hairy, and warm — he knows how to survive harsh conditions. Kitty dreams of convincing him to relocate closer to the city so she won't have to travel six hours to his forest. Can she persuade him to trade the wild for a life nearer her own?

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Chapter 2 — Second Day of Snow

Kitty opened her eyes. She was laying on Bigfoot, and he had his big fuzzy arms wrapped around her.

“Awake?” Bigfoot asked.

“I am,” Kitty said.

“I need to relight the fires. You were asleep. Didn’t want to wake you,” Bigfoot said. “But you can lay in this spot until it is warm again.” He raised up and put her in his spot. Then, he wrapped the straw and cloth around her.

Bigfoot walked over and added more wood to the first pile. Then, he lit it by rubbing two sticks together. Then, he moved to the next pile.

“How come you don’t have fleas?” Kitty asked.

Bigfoot looked at her. “Fleas?”

“Tiny biting insects that live in hair,” Kitty said.

Bigfoot shuddered. “Had those once. Not pleasant. Very itchy.”

“How’d you get rid of them?” Kitty asked.

“I had to take three baths a day for several days. Then, I remembered there was a leaf I could eat that would make them not bother me,” Bigfoot said. “I eat a couple of leaves a day. Don’t have problem with biting bugs.” He finished relighting the second fire. Then, walked over to the third.

Kitty glanced out the windows. “It’s still snowing.”

“It will probably snow for several days,” Bigfoot said. “It does this a couple times a year.” He lit the third fire then stood and motioned out the window. “Your camp is there.”

“I can’t see it,” Kitty said.

“It is buried under snow,” Bigfoot said. “Most of the bottom floor is too.”

“Is that why we’re up here?” Kitty asked.

“It is. I used to stay on the first floor, but it gets snow inside,” Bigfoot said. “Doesn’t matter how many fires you light down there. Second floor is better, but this floor is best.”

“Did the people ever live in these?” Kitty asked.

“Long time ago,” Bigfoot said. “But the children liked living in their own huts, so they moved out. Eventually, all that was left was the old ones. They eventually died.”

“How long after that did they all leave?” Kitty asked.

Bigfoot walked over and sat next to her on the pile of straw and cloth. He contemplated. “Not long after.”

“And they didn’t tell you where they were going?” Kitty asked.

“I looked,” Bigfoot said. “Never found them.”

“But isn’t your sense of smell better than mine?” Kitty asked.

“It is, but I think they went across the river,” Bigfoot said. “I followed their smell but lost it on the other side.”

“And no one ever came back to tell you?”

“A few would come back for fertility,” Bigfoot said. “But they would not tell me where they went. Said the new ones did not believe in me. I would not have been welcome, so I stopped looking.”

“How old are you?” Kitty asked.

“I am not sure.” Bigfoot thought a moment. “Four hundred and fifty-two seasons, give or take twenty.”

Kitty did some mental math. “A hundred and thirteen years old? That’s unbelievable.”

“What is your age?” Bigfoot asked.

“Thirty-one,” Kitty said. “Or 124 seasons.”

“Four seasons is one of your years?” Bigfoot asked.

“Yes,” Kitty said.

“How long do you live?” Bigfoot asked.

“About a hundred and ten, but we don’t look as good as you. I thought you were maybe a little older than me, like by maybe twenty seasons.”

Bigfoot chuckled. “Bigfoots live to be...” He did some mental math. “Twelve hundred seasons or three hundred of your years.”

“How old was the oldest bigfoot?” Kitty asked.

“My father was two hundred when I was born. I think he is still alive somewhere. He would be the oldest I think.”

“Not around here?” Kitty asked.

“No. Different forest. Many days away,” Bigfoot said.

“So, you’re not the only one,” Kitty said.

“I am not, but there are not very many of us,” Bigfoot said. “We don’t have cubs very often. Most are human. We have your… What is the word?”

“DNA? Genes?” Kitty asked.

“Genes,” Bigfoot said. “Sorry. I am not educated. I only remember the stories from the children that came back to visit. The humans we would send to your world. The cubs we would keep, but it is very rare to have a cub.”

“And I just had one,” Kitty said.

“Extremely rare for a Bigfoot and a human to have a cub,” Bigfoot said. “Only thing I can think is that there is a Bigfoot in your line.”

“We have never lived in the forest,” Kitty said.

“Some bigfoots hide among you, especially if they have less hair than me,” Bigfoot said. “I am very hairy.” He paused. “Was your father or grandfather very hairy?”

“My grandfather did have a lot of hair.” Kitty slid out of the pile. “Let me see if I have a picture.” She dug through her bag. “Found one. It’s not very good, but if I go on a trip, I bring my pictures.” She walked over and showed bigfoot the old Polaroid.

Bigfoot took it and looked at it. He laughed. “Bigfoot.” He pointed.

“My grandfather? He died when he was sixty,” Kitty said.

“He’s older than your sixty in this picture,” Bigfoot said. “Had to be over two hundred.”

Kitty gasped.

“When did he die?”

“About ten years ago. Grandma said it was a car crash,” Kitty said. “That picture was taken fifty years ago.”

“Did your grandma stay after he died?” Bigfoot asked.

“No, she moved to the ocean,” Kitty said.

“Still alive?” he asked.

“She’s… Oh hell. She’s over a hundred.”

Bigfoot chuckled. “Grandpa not dead. I would bet my hair on it.”

The Venery of Bigfoot II

Kitty found Bigfoot, got to ride his bestial cock and got her samples for the Betaism serum. Now, she's just waiting for the Gene Institute to give her the massive bonuses she's owed, so she can buy her mansion and live her true life. Unfortunately, none of the new alpha males have as huge a cock as Bigfoot, and it's a problem. She loved riding his cock. She'd have to find a way to get back to the forest—sooner rather than later, especially since she's sick with something she acquired in the forest, and she thinks Bigfoot has the answers.

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Chapter 1 - Back in the City

They arrived back in the city on a Friday. Levi went straight to the institute to drop off the samples for the serum engineering team. Kitty decided to take some time off, until Monday, anyway.

By Monday evening, the engineering team was working with Bigfoot’s blood, extracting the DNA and RNA from the blood samples and working on a more powerful Betaism serum. They agreed that this was just the alpha male DNA they needed to complete the cure for Betaism.

Almost immediately, the team was given $30,000 bonuses for finding the samples.

Kitty banked hers. It wasn’t enough to buy her mansion or staff, so she’d wait before making any big purchases. She wanted her entire lifestyle changed, and thirty-thousand wouldn’t do it. It was barely a drop in the bucket compared to what she truly needed, and Kitty had done the math fifty ways over the last five years. She needed millions not thousands.

***

She arrived at her office and lab Monday morning. Her email was full, and she spent the morning reading through serum updates. They were making great progress and getting ready to start the next testing phase. It was Kitty’s job to review the findings from the last failed study. The side-effects were off the rails. The ones she knew about weren’t even a tenth of the full list.

She was ten pages in when Levi walked into her office.

“Happy to be back?” he asked.

“It’s nice to have heat and a real roof over my head,” Kitty said. “It looks like this last serum was hell in a handbasket.”

“It was bad for some. Great for others,” Levi said.

“Was there a correlation to the degree of betaism and the number of side-effects experienced?” Kitty asked.

“It’s all in there. If there is, you’ll find it,” Levi said.

“True. How many trials did they run?”

“So far? Three. The second trial was the worst. They adjusted the dosage on the third,” Levi said. “They said it’s working, but they want this new serum before they do any more.”

“Are they going to run another set of full trials for the new serum?” Kitty asked.

“They haven’t decided,” Levi said. “It depends on how fast they want to get this to production. Right now, they want this on the market in four to six months.”

“Is that enough time to run another full set of trials?” Kitty asked.

“I doubt it,” Levi said. “So, go over that initial data with a fine-tooth comb.”

“Did they get all those memories wiped?” Kitty asked.

“They finally finished that. They sent that group home a few days ago,” Levi said.

“How’s the penile enhancement injection coming?” Kitty asked.

“We’re making it stronger,” Levi said. “I just tried some.” He stroked his cock through his pants.

Kitty grinned. “I love big cocks.” She slid her chair back from her desk.

The Venery of Bigfoot

Kitty Adroit wasn’t looking for romance. She was looking for a breakthrough — a cure for Betaism in men that would transform underperforming, underwhelming males into high-powered, hyper-alpha studs. Her secret ingredient? Bigfoot DNA. Why Bigfoot? Because if anyone’s got the stamina, the size, and the primal dominance to turn the tide of male evolution, it’s the fur-covered legend himself.

But tracking him down in the deep woods comes with… complications. Namely, Bigfoot isn’t exactly shy, and Kitty’s about to find out firsthand just how committed he is to “participating” in her research. Forget test tubes — this science experiment is going full-contact.

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Chapter 1 Betaism

When the light turned green, Kitty Adroit stepped on the gas. She was a mile from the Gene Institute where she’d been researching a newly coined genetic flaw – Betaism. It was slated to be the worst problem since Ditsy Syndrome, which they’d solved nearly five years ago. The Institute could now say they’d successfully treated over a million women between the ages of 20 and 40. The injections were priced between $1,500 and $20,000, depending on who was ordering and the name of their medical insurance company. It was a billion-dollar industry, but it’d also created a new problem.

These newly intelligent, career-minded women couldn’t find mates, and if they were married, they were now divorced. Kitty didn’t feel bad about it. The injections stopped these women from being hair-flippy, flashy boobs that only cared about when the next Louie Vedot handbag was going to be released.

They now owned businesses, or if they were working for someone else, they were achieving promotions at an astonishing rate. The arts and crafts scene was thriving. Another benefit of the Ditsy Syndrome injections. The women that weren’t in business were crafting and creating art, doing their own projects.

The economy was now thriving with all these new women entrepreneurs, but the dinner conversations were terrible. These women would go home, greet their husbands or boyfriends, sit down at the dinner table and start talking about their latest projects, only to have their male complain about how hard they were being worked and how they just couldn’t get ahead because of X, Y or Z. The worst excuse she’d heard was a woman describing her new boyfriend’s terrible day at work. His digital pencil broke, and after that, he couldn’t be bothered to do anything. Eventually, he complained of a stomach ache and got sent home for the day.

Kitty had rolled her eyes. This was classic Betaism, and fixing Ditsy Syndrome had exasperated the problem. Kitty had the same problem, but it wasn’t because she was recently cured of Ditsy Syndrome. She’d never had it. She’d always been goal-oriented, and she’d always had trouble finding a male that was worthy of her. Or at least, not a complete pansy-ass with a limp dick.

Kitty had just thrown her last boyfriend out a week ago. This car had broken down. She’d managed to get it to the side of the road. It automatically called for a tow truck, and she called Jim to pick her up.

Well, he just couldn’t. He was in the middle of an intense World of Fritters battle with his ‘Bros’ and couldn’t leave the game. They were counting on him to throw the hot oil so they could advance into the flour-atorium and take the coveted cream cheese mix. He’d quickly told her to ride to the shop with the tow truck driver. Then, drive home once the car was fixed, oh, and he had to go. His Bros needed him. A jelly monster had just appeared, and he was running low on powdered sugar.

Kitty had blown a gasket. She did ride to the mechanic’s shop with the tow truck driver. Then, she’d called a Super Ride to take her home. Instead of letting the Super Ride driver leave, she tipped him extra to wait while she threw her beta male out on the curb. The benefit to calling Super Ride was that they all had extended bed trucks. It was a requirement to drive with the service.

Then, Kelly proceeded to throw all of Jim’s shit, including his coveted computer, onto the front lawn. She was done. Of course, he cried and screamed and wailed, thinking that would change her mind. It only made her more angry, and she told him that if he kept that shit up, she’d grab the sledgehammer out of the garage and smash his precious computer to bits.

He left.

The next morning, Kitty had the locks changed on the house.

That hadn’t been her initial plan. She wanted to test the Betaism serum on him, but it wasn’t ready, and the last trial has caused some very unwanted side effects. Ear and nose hair growth. Terrible body odor and erections that lasted for two weeks. It was the last side effect that concerned them. The erections didn’t just form. They kept growing, causing the men to pass out. It had required an emergency genetic flush to rinse the serum from their cells.

The serum was out of their systems, and now The Gene Institute’s doctors were working around the clock to erase over a thousand men’s memories of the research trial, medication and after-effects. The higher-ups were not pleased, but it had resulted in Kitty getting the OK to continue her Bigfoot research. And, if she found him, she was cleared to travel.

Kitty firmly believed that what they needed was the addition of super alpha male genes, and since Bigfoot was slated to be a male of the Neolithic period or a holdover from it, he was the biggest, baddest male on the planet. They just needed to find him.

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Chapter 1 - The New Toy

Kelly Dongle passed mile marker 153 on her way out of Central City. It was going to be a long night. She'd gotten a call late in the afternoon to meet a a man named Jack Streaker. Kelly couldn't help laughing at his last name. Her first vision was of a man running around downtown Goatshead in nothing but a trench coat, flashing his willy to random strangers. Kelly was then assured by her boss that Mr. Streaker was extremely professional to spite his unfortunate family name. Then, they'd both laughed until they were interrupted by the secretary. Regardless of the hilarity of Streaker, Kelly's task was clear. She was to onboard Mr. Streaker and inform him of their lucrative investment opportunities. Kelly was hoping to get him to invest at least one million. That would mean that their two percent fee would result in a 50/50 split of $20,000, minus the secretary's wages, which were $10 an hour and random business expenses. When it was all said and done, Kelly expected a check of $8,000 or better for a few days work. She'd pay her rent for the next three months, buy food and bank at least half of that.

It was now after seven, and Kelly had another two hour drive to Goatshead. By the time she found a hotel, got some food and got settled for the night, it was likely to be midnight or later. Her meeting with Mr. Streaker was at ten in the morning. While it wasn't early by business hours, it was early to Kelly.

She dialed up the cruise control to 80. The speed limit was 75, but she wanted to arrive as soon as possible. Not to mention, increased speed didn't look to be an issue on this road. There'd barely been any traffic, and the weather was clear.

As the clock ticked closer to eight, Kelly found herself starving. She looked for the next exit. It was ten miles ahead in a town she'd didn't know existed. Sessu. It had a population of 5,000 and the tagline on the sign read - Most Satisfied Place on Earth.

Kelly didn't care how satisfied the residents were with their living arrangements. All she cared about was what was on the menu. Luckily, there was a Wendy's at the off-ramp. She turned onto the exit and hit the brakes. As promised, the Wendy's was easily viewable from the ramp. Kelly turned left then took an immediate left into the parking lot. Her cracked window allowed the smell of deep fried, salty French fries into the car.

She pulled into the drive-through and waited. Surprisingly, there were two cars in front of her. She guessed she wasn't the only starving late evening driver on the road who'd had a minuscule lunch of granola bars and Diet Coke.

Once she arrived at the speaker and menu board, she ordered a spicy chicken sandwich, large fries and a large Diet Coke. The total came to a whopping nine dollars. Kelly pulled forward to the first window and paid the lady in cash. Then, she pulled forward to the second window to get her bag of food.

Kelly parked in the lot to eat, leaving the engine on. She ate the bag fries first. Those were always the best. Then, she ate her sandwich while watching the cars in the rearview mirror. It was a busy little Wendy's. It had to be traffic from the Interstate. She couldn't imagine a town of 5,000 giving a Wendy's enough business to justify staying open.

She was just finishing her massive box fries when she noticed a red neon sign behind her. It wasn't in the Wendy's parking lot, but it sure looked like it when she was looking in her mirror. The sign was for Goathead's one and only antique store and toy shop.

Kelly turned her head. The damned open sign was lit. She checked the clock. It was almost nine. "I bet they close at ten."

She tossed her trash in the bag and the bag on the floor. After putting the car in gear, she backed out of the parking space and starting looking for the parking lot exit that would lead to the antique store and toy shop.

Kelly loved antiques and toys. After three years, she was still trying to design the guest bedroom in her house but never could find the right pieces. It was her hope that this out of the way place had the decor that she needed to finish the room so she could start having guests over for the weekends and on holidays.

Kelly parked next to the ramshackle wooden building and turned off the engine. She stepped out of her car, closed the door and looked at the building. If it had been in the middle of a corn field, she would have thought it abandoned. Goathead's one and only antique shop and toy store had to be at least 100 years old. The wood siding had long since lost its paint, and more than half of the exterior boards looked rotten and rotted, even in the darkness. Kelly wouldn't have been surprised to learn it was infested with termites and other nasty pests, like rats.

To spite the condition of the building, Kelly opened the old-style wooden door and walked inside. "Whoa..." She was surprised to find the inside well-lit and clean. The floors were wood, but they looked as though they'd been refinished in the last five years. The shelves were modern. At least, the ones up-front looked like any shelving unit you'd see at a big box retailer. The shelves in the back of the building looked older, and the ones along the back wall were definitely original with the building.

"Can I help you?" An old man asked as he approached her.

Kelly turned to see a man chewing on an unlit cigar. He was clean-shaven, but had long since gone bald, and whatever hair he had owned had been replaced with liver-spots. "I'm looking for a few pieces to finish off a guest bedroom."

"Are we talking shelving, paintings, knickknacks?" the man asked.

"All of the above," Kelly said. "And I wouldn't mind seeing your antique toys."

"Of course. This way," the man said.

Kelly followed him to the back of the store, watching as he frequently took the cigar out of his mouth then stuck it in the gap created by two missing teeth.

"Pictures are here. Most are more than 50 years old. A few are older than that." He walked down the aisle. "Haven't gotten many toys in recently. What I have is here." He looked at the far end of the store. "And all the knickknacks are located at the far end. Last two aisles. I'll be at the front counter if you need anything else."

"Thank you." Kelly started by browsing the paintings. None were in good enough condition to hang. She thought she'd spend more in refurbishing them than they were worth.

Kelly walked down to the toy section. As promised, there wasn't much available. A few old wooden board games, decayed teddy bears and broken dolls. However, one game did catcher attention, it was called Fortune and looked like an older Parker Brother's game. The box appeared to be in good condition, so Kelly set it on an empty section of shelf and pulled off the lid. The board and all the pieces appeared to be inside. She put the lid back on and carried it with her while she browsed the other toys, searching for something that looked like it didn't belong in a landfill.

Kelly carefully moved a few toys so she could see the ones in the back. After moving a moth-eaten stuffed bear, she spotted what looked like a child's doll dressed in a sailor's outfit.

Kelly pulled it off the shelf and examined it. It was wearing pants and a shirt. It had short hair, but she couldn't tell if the doll was meant to be male or female, and she wasn't sure if these were the original clothes. Their condition was pristine, and if she had to guess, they were replicas of an old sailor uniform. She lifted up the doll's shirt to check the condition of the body. To her surprise, it wasn't stuffed. Instead, it was carved out of wood with carefully crafted joints that allowed the arms, legs, ankles and wrists to move. It surprised her because the head was so smooth, she thought it was porcelain instead of painted wood. Kelly decided to purchase the doll. Being wood, it was unlikely to break if someone dropped it, and the clothes were in such good condition that she wasn't going to have to replace them with modern doll clothes or preemie baby clothes.

Kelly glanced at her watch and cursed. It was almost ten. She wasn't going to find a hotel until midnight. She hurried to the front of the store and placed the board game and doll on the counter.

"I see you found some items," the old man said.

"A couple. I'm sure I'll be back. There were lots of interesting things," Kelly said. "Unfortunately, I'm on a time crunch now."

"It is getting late." The old man rang up her purchase. "That'll be forty-five dollars even."

Kelly dug through her purse and found two twenties and five ones. She handed them to the man.

He put her money in the drawer and handed her the receipt.

"Oh, I don't need that," Kelly said. "Just throw it away."

"You'll want it," the old man said. "That doll has been returned five times this year."

Kelly looked at the doll. "Is it infested with bugs? Cause I don't need that. I just had the exterminator out at my house, and it wasn't cheap."

"Not that I know of. They just said it didn't work for them," the man said.

"That doesn't make any sense. How's it supposed to work? It just sits on a shelf?" she asked.

"They said it moved like Elf on a Shelf," he said.

"Well, they obviously have some prankster family members." Kelly put the receipt in her purse. "I think I'll be fine with it. It's going in my guest room."

"Good luck with it. Thirty-day no questions asked return policy," the old man said.

"Thanks." Kelly walked out of the building. She put the board game in the trunk but set the doll in her passenger's seat.