Another history lesson

“You wanted to see me Mother Superior,” Monose said. She stood in the doorway of the Mother Superior's office. Upon her desk were stacks of printouts and several old books. Such a mess was an unusual sight, very unusual for the strict old woman.

"Ah yes, Mother Monose, come in and have a seat. Tell me, how's your Sanskrit?" Helena said.

Monose was one of the few people that could tease the Mother Superior and get away with it. She used that privilege when she said, "About as bad as your Mandarin. Why do you ask?"

Helena set aside the printout she was trying to read and said, "Never mind that for now. What did you find out about the intruder at Caleb's mansion?"

Monose steepled her fingers. She noted that the Mother Superior referred to the newest Stretcher King by his first name, and not his title. An interesting enigma, he must have made a very favorable impression upon her. Monose replied, "As far as we can tell, the intruder is who she says she is. If this is a cover identity, it's a damn good one. I was about to send you my report, and recommend we release her, when you sent for me. Mother Superior, what is all this mess on your desk? If you want something translated, we have highly skilled people for that."

Helena gestured at the mass of papers and said, "I'm looking for something I read back in my seminary days. Do you know much about the bronze age civilization collapse in the Mediterranean?"

Monose was intrigued. Studying ancient history was a hobby of the Mother Superior. The old woman held a PHD in ancient history, focusing primarily on Egypt and Mesopotamia. She was filled with tidbits of information that were often fascinating. "Yeah, bronze age civilizations collapsed when people began using iron weapons and made raiding cities easier."

Helena scratched her forehead and said, "No. No, that isn't what happened. Bronze age nations fell apart a hundred years before the first iron weapons appear in the archeological record. The truth is, natural disasters caused those nations to collapse. Drought, famine, and disease, the usual suspects when any nation deteriorates. Only this was a global phenomenon. Millions died in the collapse. The loss of trade for the ingredients to make bronze is what led to the rise of iron and steel production. What caused those natural disasters is what I'm looking for. I believe it was the **** of a Stretcher King. A Stretcher King that may have been as powerful as our newest one."

Monose sat back stunned. Caleb Anders' miracles were astonishing. Even the ones that were not unique to him were far more powerful than the other Stretcher Kings were capable of. The High Mother's council talked about him daily. They read every report even loosely related to him. His latest miracle would save an uncountable number of lives. He was the one that discovered that cum extracted by his Harem Queen could be used to heal any women nearby. They had already tested this with two other Stretcher Kings. Unlike some of his other unique miracles, this time it worked, although Caleb Anders's cum was far more potent and healed at a previously unbelievable rate.

Helena looked her in the eye and said, "Monose, I believe that those natural disasters were the gods's punishing the world for that Stretcher King's ****. If I'm right, Caleb Anders must not ever be harmed. There is no telling what disasters could happen. We could be looking at the **** of billions."

Cora and Mary stepped into Amanda’s room right behind her. Cora didn’t know what she expected, but it looked like a normal bedroom aside from an odd looking massage table with some kind of machinery attached to it.

Cora glanced at one of the pictures on the wall and recognized the huge breasted hucow holding a large wooden crate. She exclaimed, “Oh sweet. You’ve got a Bessie the cowgirl poster. I read about her in my women’s studies class.”

Amanda frowned and looked at the framed picture, “That's not a poster, it's a picture. Her real name was Betsy. She was my great grandmother.”

“No shit? That’s awesome! Is the legend about Bessie the Cowgirl at the Battle of the Bulge true then? I’ve been dying to know.” Exclaimed Cora.

Amanda started to pack up her things as she said, “Grandma said her mom hated that nickname. And yeah, the story is true. My great grandmother was in a special unit driving trucks for the Red Ball Express in World War Two. Because of our strength, hucows can load and unload trucks way faster than most men. She was dropping off a load of ammunition in Bastogne when the Germans surrounded the city.”

Mary began stripping Amanda’s bed and said, “That sounds terrible. What happened?”

“Well, my great grandma couldn’t leave, so she hauled ammunition and food out to the soldiers defending the city, and brought back the wounded to the aid station. One of the companies she delivered to was attacked while she was delivering machine gun bullets. They were getting hit pretty hard. My great grandpa was a sergeant in that company, only they had just met. Most of the officers got killed and my great grandma got hit in the boob. Only reason it didn’t kill her was her boobs were pretty damn big. The bullet stopped just outside her ribcage.”

Mary clutched her own massive breast, “Ouch, that must have hurt like hell.”

“Yeah, grandma said her mom would joke that she knew of one thing that hurt more than childbirth.”

Cora blew out her breath in frustration, “Oh come on, your leaving out the best part. She won a Silver Star, the first shifter to ever win one.”

Amanda harrumphed, “Cora, you don’t ‘win’ a medal in a war. The Silver Star is awarded for gallantry in action against an enemy of the United States. When the Germans tried to overrun my great grandpa’s company, my great grandma yanked a machine gun off of one of their jeeps, loaded herself up with all the bullets she could carry, and ran back and forth between foxholes shooting back at the Germans. She killed people Cora. They would have killed her if they caught her, so she didn’t have a choice, but killing people is what ‘won’ her the star.”

Amanda sat down on her bed and said, “When Patton’s Third Army broke through, and the story got out, everyone lost their minds. The Generals and politicians didn’t know whether to cheer her or condemn her. When they formed the special unit, the Army promised that hucows wouldn’t get anywhere near the front lines. Women weren’t allowed in combat, and shifters definitely weren’t. They weren’t even allowed to carry weapons. Only reason Betsy knew how to use the machine gun was from watching the soldiers she delivered ammunition to.”

She continued her story, “General Patton came to see her in the hospital. He told her if he had a hundred more hucows just like her, they’d be inside Berlin in a month. The newspapers printed that story too, and Patton got in trouble for saying the wrong thing again.”

Amanda stood back up and said, “The Army sent great grandma home, and tried to forget about her. Only problem was, a couple congressmen didn’t want to forget her. They leaned on the Army to give her a medal, so they did. Then they disbanded the special unit, and shifters wouldn’t be allowed back in the Army for twenty years. We got the right to vote a whole two years before they let hucows back in the Army, and even now they aren't allowed in a combat zone.”

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