You squad up

You considered the tasks ahead, turned them over and over in your mind. The planetary alignment would need to be properly investigated, but you couldn’t in good conscience leave two **** women out in the world in its current state and it would just be putting the other guys at risk if they tried to go out alone. That would need to be adressed first and foremost.

“I’m thinking I need to head a search party for Mrs Harris and Mrs Locknae,” you told Jackie. “Maybe scan the neighbourhood and work my way out from there.”

Your fiancé nodded sagely. “A pregnant woman and an old lady, they can’t have gotten too far. We should take your dad’s truck and-”

“Jackie, you’re not coming with me.”

Her mouth drew into a thin line. “What are you talking about?”

You took her hand and squeezed it gently. “Babe, you’re brilliant and I trust you more than anyone else right now, but you’re also pregnant and it’s bedlam out there,” you looked into her eyes, all your love shining through, “I’m not going to risk you or our baby getting hurt.”

She stared at you for a full minute before her expression softened and she gave an understanding nod. “Fine, I get it,” she leaned in and kissed you softly, pressing her forehead against yours, “but you better be careful too. I know you have this...ability, but you never know what could happen out there.”

“I promise I’ll be careful.”

Your mom and sisters were no less happy to see you leave them, but they understand the rationale. You also suspected there was a kind of instinctual submission going on that kept them from voicing their concerns too much, but that would be something you would have to ask Mr Robbins about later.

There was some hesitancy among the men about going out into the world, most of them were still wrestling with their trauma, but you got a few notable volunteers. Mr Locknae insisted on going with you and wouldn’t hear anything to the contrary, pointing out that it was his wife and child that were in danger.

“I’m coming with, Dude!” Alan called out.

You frowned sceptically at him. Though your mother had stitched up the cut on his head, his ancle was fractured and he was still limping pretty badly.

“No offence man, but you’re not going to be all that helpful in a fight,” you gestured to his foot, “maybe just hold the fort here and take it easy?”

Alan shook his head. “Nah man, I can’t just sit on my hands all day. I need to get out and do something, you know? Besides,” he dug into his pocket and produced a set of keys, “we can take my truck. I’ll be our driver, or lookout or whatever.”

You considered it. It wasn’t ideal, but considering it was a search party perhaps another set of eyes would help things along. After a beat you sighed and gave him the nod of approval.

“Me too!”

Jessica raced forward, eyes lit up with enthusiasm while her father trailed behind her with a frown affixed to his face. You noticed that he had taken off his jacket and given it to her in some misguided attempt at modesty. It hung open and showed her perky cleavage and did nothing to cover her bottom half, but if it helped her old man feel better you couldn’t fault it.

“This might be dangerous,” you said before leaning in close, “and I’m pretty sure you’re pregnant right now.”

Oddly she didn’t seem too surprised by that.

“Even so, I can help,” she insisted. “I’ve been running track my whole life, you can even ask my dad, I’m sure he’s got enough photos on his phone of the medals. You’re gonna need me out there.”

You couldn’t deny that the girl had been really helpful over the last day and the physical changes in her body had only made her stronger and faster. “Ok,” you said at last, “but if I tell you to run, you do it, ok?”

“Yes, absolutely!” She leaned up and kissed your cheek, “thanks so much!”

Mr Spellman was less enthused. “Dammit Jess, if you’re going out there then I suppose I’ll have to come too,” he looked you up and down, “you look pretty fit, but you’ll need help and I used to do competitive wrestling during high school. I can fight if need be.”

You looked at the team you had gathered. It wasn’t exactly the Fellowship of the Ring, but you figured it would do for a simple search party.

Piling into Alan’s truck, armed with whatever blunt objects you could find, the five of you slowly drove along the neighbourhood. It was insane how much things had changed in twenty four hours and how much damage horny, feral women could do. Several homes looked like they had been broken into, windows smashed, doors splintered, garbage cans were thrown everywhere, small fires burned here and there.

You spotted Mrs Patel and her daughter Geeta scissoring in the remnants of their front garden, Mr Patel presumably having successfully barricaded himself inside.

“Wow,” Jessica remarked as she peered through the window, “I never knew Geeta had such a great ass…”

“Let’s not disturb them,” her father replied, before turning to Mr Locknae. “Bob, can you speed up a little?”

The man grunted and the car began to move further down the street. Every now and then you would spy women with men they had cornered, some helplessly trapped, others being more enthusiastic about it. Two men even seemed to have turned the tables on a woman, spit roasting her with looks of pure delight on their faces.

You saw a lot of feral women, some who you recognised and some who you didn’t. Some even tried to stop their lesbian antics and follow the car, but always moved on when you sped off. Amongst all of this there wasn’t any sign of Mrs Locknae and Mrs Harris.

Eventually the car came to a stop at the Locknae house, her husband hoping that in her fog of primal lust she would still know to come back to her home to sleep. You weren’t entirely sure about that logic, but Mr Locknae needed to hope.

“Keep the engine running and the doors locked,” you told Alan, who had now crawled into the driver’s seat.

“I’ll honk if I see any trouble.”

You left him to it and then ventured to the house. Everyone had their weapons (in this instance golf clubs and baseball bats) raised and ready for anything. You approached the front door only to be greeted by a loud thumping noise from inside.

“It’s her!” Mr Locknae wasted no time, pushing ahead of you and swinging the door open…