Bigfoot POV

He had long forgotten his own name, to the point where he took on a new name in the '50s: Sasquatch, or Sas for short.

Sas looked at himself in the reflection of a pond. He was once a great warrior amongst his people, but then... these people from across the waters appeared with their strange clothes, their deadly plagues, and their explosive weapons...

He remembered fighting alongside his tribe to rebel against these colonizers, but soon found himself captured. Sas felt his lowest then: he had lost the battle, failed his people, and was now being humiliated in a Pilgrim Prison.

"Not so tough, are you now boy?" the Pilgrim Warden of the prison mocked him.

She treated him and his fellow warriors like lesser beings, finding every opportunity to mock them or make their life worse. Sas, whatever he was named, swore vengeance.

The opportunity for it came one night, when he was sitting in a solitary cell. He had tried too many times to rally his fellow prisoners to escape and riot. The Warden ordered him to be thrown into a cell far away from the others, spitting on his face and kicking him while her guards held him down.

They threw Sas into the cell afterward, both his body and pride heavily injured. He laid there for who knows how long... until he heard a voice...

"Are you angry son?" came the voice.

"Yes," Sas said aloud, not caring if he was going insane. Enough things had gone wrong in his life already, plus he was quite a spiritual believer anyway. He could be so close to death that he could hear his ancestors.

"Are you going to accept defeat at the hands of these people?" the voice continued.

"So long as I live, never," Sas replied, "But my resolve is not what it once was... they have such an upper hand..."

"For now," the voice replied, "But tonight, that will change."

Sasquatch sat up, "What do you mean? And... who are you?"

A shadowy figure appeared before his cell bars, "I am a man who has discovered true power, yet I myself am unable to wield it... such a pity, my body is too frail."

"What is this power you speak of?" Sas asked.

The figure withdrew an item from seemingly nowhere, it was a green crystal that glowed brightly in the darkness.

"This is the Life Amulet," the man spoke, "One of four great powerful artifacts of this world. If I give this to you, one of two things will happen."

Sas looked at the crystal with great intrigue, such a thing was certainly magic from the heavens.

"Tell me what those things are," Sas asked.

"You will either not react to it," he began, "Or it will transform you. Give you a power based on your greatest desire."

Sas stared at the glowing green amulet, its magic almost seem to call to him. The man outstretched his arm closer to the cell bars.

There wasn't much for Sasquatch to think about, this was his best option. He reached out and grabbed the Life Amulet. A searing hot pain shot up his arm into his body. Sasquatch being the warrior he was, withheld any cries of pain and gripped onto the gem for dear life as it poured Cryptid Energy into his body.

"A-amazing..." the cloaked man stood back as he watched Sas' body grow in size and strength, the accelerated growth affected his hair too and soon enough he was covered head to toe in a layer of hair.

"I've never seen someone be able to absorb this much energy..." the man watched in awe.

Sas held onto the amulet as long as he could, until his vision went white, then black.

...

The next morning, the Pilgrim Warden decided to pay another visit to Sasquatch to bring more pain to his life. She smirked, thinking of all the creative ways she could torture him. However, as she approached the cell one of her guards ran up to her.

"Madame, the cell door is broken!" she cried.

"What!? Impossible!" the Warden shouted, "Find him at once!"

The guard scrambled in every direction, grabbing their muskets and swords with them.

"That bastard..." the Warden growled, "When I get my hands on him... he'll wish he was never born!"

"Really?" came a voice from behind her.

"Wha-MMPH!" as she turned around, the Warden's next words were interrupted by a massive cock immediately thrust into her throat. She looked up in terror at the newly empowered Sasquatch. The strange figure had taken the gem back with him after the process, but that amulet had already given Sas plenty of power. He felt invincible.

He was going to savor every second of this, he smirked as he looked down at a terrified Warden with his shaft deep in her mouth. She terrified him for all this time, it was only so fair she'd pay him back with some... favors...

"Plthhh spMmmphr Mmmph," the Warden begged.

"I can't hear you with my hard-on in your mouth, so I guess we'll have to calm it down!" he roared.

Sasquatch began to thrust hard, feeling the amazing feeling of her wet mouth and tight throat around his erection. Her tongue trying to push his dick out only upped the pleasure. Her eyes watered as he pounded away. With it being so long since he had any action, even with his empowered state Sas felt his first climax coming.

He slammed his hips so hard that the Warden's nose pressed right up against him as he emptied a massive amount of cum right into her throat. He let go of her head, his body feeling much lighter after cumming.

The Warden began to try and crawl away, coughing and hacking, which only served the real purpose of exposing her ass to Sasquatch. He smiled, she always had quite the voluptuous body, well fed from all the food they pillaged from Sasquatch's people. He had to admit, the sacrifice was kinda worth it.

He walked up behind her and tore what little fabric covered her ass off, and positioned himself behind her.

"Noooo..." the Warden moaned, but she was too weakened to do anything.

The feeling of tight pussy after years of captivity was a feeling Sasquatch had yet to experience something that rivaled. Every thrust felt amazing, and he had plenty of pent of energy. He had his way from behind, cumming deep inside her, but also once on her ass and clothes. The sun began to set as he bucked his hips one more time, pumping his fifth load deep into her pussy.

"A beast!" he heard someone cry as the guards had began coming back from their search.

"Damn, guess that's it," Sasquatch grumbled, "I'd take you with me, but I think I'll be just fine finding my next woman."

Sasquatch took one last look at his handiwork before running into the woods, dodging musket shots from the guards. He didn't know if hi newfound power made him bulletproof, but he wasn't exactly trying to test it out either. Sas ran deep into the forest never to be seen again. The power had corrupted him, with every climax he had forgotten his past completely, leaving his fellow tribes-people to be taken over by the Pilgrims as he lived out in the wilderness.

He banged every woman he could come across. There was a war between red-coated soldiers and the people that had colonized his old land. He was able to spend a day emptying his balls into a red-headed officer.

Apparently those colonists won and later had a war amongst themselves. Sasquatch found two sisters fight on opposite sides and has his fun with them for quite a bit.

Throughout history there were babes for him to fuck, he was unstoppable. Until one fateful day...