Edited: 6/13/2020. However, it is still self-edited.

Author's note: This story may not be super original, but my intention was to create a badass female character who is likeable (both to a male and female audience). Please feel free to give me your opinions.

Note to my readers from the other series: This is not a part of 'When Angels Cum' nor is a side-project (though it could be). Currently, it is a one-shot I wrote to satisfy an itch.

Obligatory Warning: 1. Only one true sex scene. This is more of an adventure, survival story.

2. This story is a little darker than my usual writing, but I don't suppose it's too dark (or dark enough for people who enjoy that category.)

Genres: Adventure, Action, Survival, Romance, Transmigration, and Prehistoric creatures.

Blondie and Red

The piercing cry of an eagle woke her up from a deep slumber. On opening her eyes, she found herself staring into a vast, mint-green sky peppered with solitary, white, puffy clouds. High up in the sky were two large birds, circling as if they were contemplating to swoop down and have a go at her body.

A splitting headache hit her, and she sat up clutching her forehead. The birds in the sky let out shrill cries and soared away to find new prey.

Still holding her head, she glanced around to find herself in the middle of an endless cyan grassland. She felt the soft yet slightly prickly grass against her naked butt. A sudden swirling draft of air swept aside the hair against her back, sending a chill across her body.

"Where- Who am I?" she asked out loud. She could remember nothing, except language. Her mind was a strange and frustrating emptiness that wanted to be filled with something-- anything.

Folding her legs, she sat up straight and looked at her hands. Pale, golden-white, hairless skin; long fingers with beautiful, flawless nails; and slim hands. Her chest felt heavy, and she glanced down to find the reason. Two large curvaceous lumps, shaped perfectly like tear drops, hung from her chest. Breasts, the word came to her mind, intuitively.

She ran her fingers along the naked skin of her chest, breasts, and nipples, sending tingling sensations across her body, before cupping the bottom of her breasts.

They felt nice.

She squeezed them before lightly pinching her nipples. A light groan escaped her lips. It felt good, but she chose to not pursue it further.

There were more important matters to attend to; like the strange itch in her back. She reached behind to feel it, but felt nothing unusual, except for the smooth skin, and the juts of her scapulae.

She once again glanced around. She was completely naked in a boundless, open space, and she felt a little vulnerable. She had to move.

But, how do I move?

A small lizard scurried over the grass on all fours, chasing some insect. She decided to imitate the little critter.

Placing her hands on the grass, she stood on her feet, raising her butt in the air, while keeping her head down. Her breasts lolled and sagged under their weight, and her long hair slid down the side of her shoulder, hanging against the side of her cheek.

No, this is not it.

There was no way her breasts were made for that sort of posture. Besides, the breeze against her naked and spread butt cheeks made her feel defenseless. To cover them and the region between them, she instinctively pushed her hands against the ground and stood up on two feet.

This is right.

The new vantage point of her eyes made her feel tall and powerful. Her long, voluminous mass of hair was now hanging in her front, almost reaching her knees. She picked up a lock and felt it in her fingers. It was smooth, fluffy, and a beautiful, golden yellow that shone under the light of the sun resting at a sixty-degree angle from the horizon to the east.

There were two other silvery objects visible in the green sky, though they weren't as bright as the sun. One was a thin crescent while the other was full, but she could somehow tell that they were similar in size.

She took in her surroundings from her new posture. She was in the middle of a vast grassland that seemed to stretch endlessly to the east. A row of white capped mountains lay to the west, and a winding river came from the mountains and cut across the land to the south. Beyond the river was a thick jungle of dark green.

Where do I go?

It was a conundrum. She knew that the mountains were too high for her to climb. The grassland seemed the easiest to traverse, but for all she knew, it could be endless. It could take her days or weeks to travel across it, and she couldn't guess what lay beyond. The jungle did not feel safe either.

However, it was the dryness in her mouth that made her decision for her. Water. She needed water.

She threw her hair behind over her shoulder and began to walk towards the river. Her hair felt heavy against her head, but it covered her butt and provided warmth against the cool breeze against her back.

Walking-- it felt right but somehow inadequate at the same time. She felt she could do more, but she didn't know what or how.

She trudged through the flat grassland for an hour before she began to hear the flow of water. The only moving life she ran into were small rodents, lizards, and insects, scurrying in the grass in search of food.

Fifteen minutes later, she reached the river. At forty or fifty feet at its widest, it wasn't big, but it wasn't small enough to walk across. She knew she had to swim to cross it.

Can I swim?

She decided to satiate her thirst before working it out. Her lips, mouth, and throat were parched, and there was an emptiness in her stomach that she knew she had to fill.

She carefully climbed down the steep, muddy bank, her feet sinking in the clay, to reach the water. Without hesitation, she fell to her knees, cupped her hands and began to take great gulps of the quenching liquid. She only stopped when her stomach felt full, and her thirst was satiated.

She got back up on her feet and glanced at her reflection in the water. Her image flickered under the ripples, but the flow wasn't fast enough to blur it completely.

Even without any memories, she could tell that she was beautiful. She felt arrogant to think about herself that way, but she couldn't help but want to look at her own features as she twirled her locks under a finger and stared into the water.

She was slim, lean, and tall; her curly smooth locks cascading behind her back like a mantle. She was leggy, with her legs almost twice as tall as her torso. Her waist was narrow and almost seemed pinched below her large but befitting breasts. Her stomach was long, smooth, and taut with two symmetrical lines defining her musculature. A small but deep navel was visible right in the middle of her stomach, high above the light tuft of golden hair that hid the slit between her legs.

Her face held a sort of surreal beauty, perfect but not plastic. A lightly oval face, with gentle curves and a sharp chin, held large emotive aquamarine eyes, long fluttering lashes, and gently rising eyebrows. Her reddish-pink, cupid's bow lips were full and luscious, while her nose was small and graceful.

"Tehe," she giggled, her pretty lips widening as she looked at herself.

Oh, look! Somebody is full of herself, she heard the words in her head, but she had a feeling that they were not her own. A memory?

A sudden clicking noise made her jump out of her reverie. Turning around, she found herself facing a large, chicken-like creature.

Cluck Cluck Gooo, it cooed, while she admired its colorful plumage: shimmering, blue feathers; and a long, maroon tail. A golden crest stood tall on its forehead, and it looked at her with red, beady eyes.

She thought it was a pretty bird, until it opened its beak and displayed rows of sharp, jagged teeth.

She stepped back into the water in fear, and it lunged at her throat. Her hand shot up faster than she could think and grabbed the creature by the neck, before it could get to her jugular. The bird clawed at her hand and drew blood, but she held her grip and slammed it headfirst into a nearby boulder.

She bruised her knuckles on the stone, but the bird still struggled. So, she repeated.

She had to smash its head three times, before it stopped moving. Blood and gore marred the rock's surface, and the smell of iron permeated the air. Nausea struck her as she looked at her bloody hand, and she wanted to sit down. However, something urged her to get away from there.

Though she did not know if she could swim, she dove into the river without hesitation. Her hands and legs moved on instinct, and she swam across the river.

Even as she swam, she could hear the patter of feet reaching the bank behind her.

On reaching the opposite side, she turned around to look. A flock of humongous, chicken-like creatures had swarmed the place where she had been standing. One glance at them made her realize that the one she had faced had only been a chick. The adults were taller than her and much heavier. They clucked at her and displayed their nasty teeth, but otherwise seemed to have no desire to cross the river.

They continued clucking for a minute before losing interest in her. They drank some water and proceeded to consume the dead chick, as she watched them with horror and disgust. By the time they were done, there was nothing left of the younger bird except its feathers. The creatures did not linger any longer and disappeared back into the grasslands.

A shiver ran across her body as she heaved herself onto the bank. She couldn't tell if it was due to fear or because of the chilly breezy. Her wet hair felt heavy from being drenched, and she gathered it up to wring the water out, while gazing at her surroundings. Shrubbery and broad-leaved trees were all she could see along her side of the bank. She loathed to think of what she might find inside the forest.

Her hand finally began smarting. The water had washed away the blood, but there was no getting rid of the scratches on her arm and the bruises on her knuckles which were finally beginning to turn a little purple. She climbed up the levy and lay down on the grass to dry. She didn't want to explore while wet, and she had no idea of what she was exploring for.

Food and shelter, I guess.

If she needed to drink and if she could get hurt, those were the two other things she would need-- there was plenty of water in front of her.

Once she dried, she began walking south along the bank. She ran into numerous birds and other smaller creatures, most of which seemed unfamiliar, but none seemed dangerous like the chicken.

Along the way, she picked up a flat stone, with a sharp, jagged edge.

A weapon.

An hour later, she came across a fruit-bearing tree. The fruits were about the size of her hand. They were pink, cylindrical, and slightly prickly, but otherwise looked edible.

Looking up the wide, evergreen tree, she found that even the lowest hanging fruits were out of her reach. However, some of the branches were within her reach, and she felt she could climb it. She bunched up her hair and twisted it into a bun over her head, before putting her stone hand-axe through it. Her bun ended up being so big that it felt like another head over her head.

She jumped and caught a branch. Her breasts jiggled uncomfortably and scraped against the branch as she pulled herself up and over it. She stood over the branch and plucked a fruit that she could reach.

Crouching over her branch, she carefully peeled the fruit before splitting it in two, just to take a look at its insides.

The flesh of the fruit was white with thousands of tiny black seeds. It looked edible and that was good enough for her.

She bit into it and savored its slightly sweet and fatty flavor. It was good. She ate five more before she was satisfied. She hadn't even realized her own hunger.

Tiredness from walking the whole morning finally hit her, and she began to feel a little drowsy.

The tree canopy was thick enough to hide her body while she slept, so she decided she might as well take a nap on it before continuing her journey. She picked a good spot with a couple of adjacent branches to lean against for support. She climbed to the lower branch and leaned against the tree trunk, before wrapping her arm around the other. Laying her head against the branch and the shoulder of her hand, she slowly fell asleep.

***

She awoke to the noise of something tumbling out of the forest.

Peering through the leaves, she saw a smooth-skinned creature like herself scrambling towards the bank. He was as naked as her and looked similar to herself, but one glance told her that he was also different-- he had something hanging from his groin that she did not have, and his chest was flat. His shoulder length hair was also red-- a pure, brilliant, red. The only piece of clothing he wore were blue fern leaves wrapped around his feet.

A makeshift wooden bow was strapped to his wide muscular chest. He held a makeshift spear in one hand and two wooden arrows in the other. He glanced across the river and hesitated for a moment. Turning around, he planted the spear into the ground and pulled the bow off his chest.

She tensed on her perch but quickly realized that it wasn't for her. He knocked an arrow to the bow and pulled it taut, pointing it towards the forest. She heard something heavy and big rushing through the forest and within a moment it was out in the open.

As soon as it was out, he let the arrow loose and it zipped towards the massive creature that looked like a cross between a gigantic polar bear and a saber-tooth. Long, brown fur matted its skin and two saber teeth jutted down from its upper jaw that was shaped like a bear's.

The arrow sank into its shoulder, but it only made the creature madder. It reared itself on its hind legs and gave out an ear-splitting roar that sent birds fluttering over the surrounding forest.

She trembled, and she looked at him to see his reaction. He seemed to know that he faced almost certain doom, but there was no fear on his face; only conviction to fight. He knocked his other arrow and let it loose. It sank into the bear-tiger's nose as it rushed towards him in rage.

He chucked his bow aside and picked up his flimsy spear. Digging his feet into the ground he held the spear towards the creature. It didn't seem to care for the stick as it charged into him. With a mighty grunt, he shoved the spear into its heart.

She heard the snap of wood as the bear fell on him, and something snapped inside her at the same moment. With a cat-like grace, she ran along the branch and jumped towards them, drawing the hand-axe out of her hair as she fell. Her hair opened and spread behind her like a great fan. Clutching the hand-axe with both hands she put her weight behind it.

Instinct and luck guided the weapon towards the bear-tiger's skull, and her weight drove the stone into its head. He, the bear-tiger, and she, all fell on top of one another, and lay unmoving for a moment.

She was the first one to move, as she was the only one that could move-- the furry back of the bear-tiger had softened her fall. Raising her head, she found herself once more staring into her hands covered in blood and gore.

Her stomach lurched, and she scrambled off the bear before falling to her knees and throwing up the fruit she had eaten before. She heard a noise behind her, and she fell on her butt, scrambling away from the bear-tiger, only to realize that the sound was coming from underneath it.

He is alive! She rejoiced. She rushed to bear-tiger and tried moving it off him, but despite her heaves and pushes, the creature proved to be way too heavy for her.

His movements under the animal turned more desperate.

Grabbing the clawed arm of the bear-tiger, she heaved it up with all her might. He squirmed underneath the creature and managed to wiggle his head out, gasping for large gulps of air. Finally, he glanced back and spotted his savior. Confusion filled his eyes for a moment, before he began to immerse himself in trying to get out.

He squirmed and wiggled until he managed to get his shoulders out. She went to him and grabbed him under his arms to try and pull him out. Their combined efforts paid off as he finally broke free and the two of them fell back against each other; his head between her breasts. She felt a strange emotion surge inside her, but she pushed it aside and scrambled away from him, before standing up. She was kind, but not dumb.

He seemed to notice her wariness. Glancing at the bear-tiger and the stone in its head, he seemed to deduce what may have happened. "Thank you! Who are you?" he asked with a smile, without getting up, lest he may startle her. His eyes roamed down to her breasts and then to her groin. "What are you?"

Her wariness was swept away with those simple questions. "I- I don't know. Who are you, and what are you?" she asked back.

He seemed quite interested in her breasts and she noticed the thing between his legs grew as he looked at her.

"Wait, you can speak?" he asked in surprise, his eyes returning to her face.

"So can you," she said, a little annoyed with the question.

"Right, I am sorry. You look so different than I that I thought you were an entirely different creature. As for your other questions, I don't know who I am or what I am, either. I woke up a couple of days ago, naked in the grasslands.

"Had to run away from a flock of Terror Birds. I don't know if you've seen them. They're nasty. I would've been dead, had I not reached the river in time. They seem to be afraid of water," he said, as his eyes seemed to go down the memory lane. His speech got quicker as he spoke and his thing shrunk back to his original size.

She relaxed a little more after hearing him speak. His words made her comfortable. Observing his features, she felt that he may be a little younger than her. And, despite witnessing his mettle against the bear-tiger, he felt harmless. She liked him.

"What about you?" he asked her.

"I woke up this morning. I don't remember or know anything. I do seem to possess some basic knowledge for survival. And yes, I narrowly escaped those birds as well, but not before being attacked by one of their chicks," she said, displaying her wounded hand.

"Nasty buggers," he cursed, shaking his head. "I am glad you made it out alive, and I am glad to finally find someone like myself. It's been a struggle over the past two days. One creature after another trying to get a piece of me. I was only trying to find some shelter, and this damned Ursa decided to come after my pretty ass," he said, picking up a pebble and chucking at the downed ursa's head.

She smiled at him. If she had not seen him fight against the tiger-bear, she wouldn't have believed that he had ever been in mortal danger. In fact, despite the ordeal he claimed to have gone through, there was not a single scratch on his body. "So, they are called Ursa and Terror Bird, eh? You seem to know more about the world than I do. Have you retained some of your memories?" she asked him.

He shook his head. "I just give them names that sound appropriate. Do you have a name?"

She thought long and hard, but nothing came to her mind. So, she simply shook her head.

"Blondie!" he declared.

"Huh?"

He pointed at her hair. "It's beautiful!"

Her smile widened. She liked the sound of it, and it seemed to fit her. Moreover, watching him stare at her breasts made her thankful that he hadn't chosen to call her Boobie or Tittie. She was sure that he found them just as attractive. "Do you have a name for yourself?"
"Well..." he started, leaning back on his hands. "I am stuck between Mr. Awesome and Wonder Boy. What do you think?"

Blondie broke out into a peal of laughter.

"What!?" he asked, seemingly annoyed.

"Oh Goddess, you are serious?" she asked.

"Maybe..." he said, plucking at the grass.

"But that's like calling myself Beauty or Pretty," she said with a little giggle.

"I wouldn't mind calling you either, if you call me Mr. Awesome."

"Red!" she told him, instead.

His eyes flitted towards the water as if he wanted to confirm that his hair was indeed red. "Okay," he nodded.

She stepped towards him and gave him her hand. He took it and stood up, and she took in his form.

He was around her height, but was wide shouldered and muscular. His chest was flat, and his bronze skin rippled with toned muscles. They weren't huge, but were nonetheless quite defined. His torso was shaped like a brick, and she could easily tell that he was physically much stronger than her, but that did not worry her. His eyes were a sparkling green and seemed spirited. He had a cute button-nose that was larger than hers but seemed to fit in his face.

For some reason, she suddenly wished that he was taller.

"Heh!" he snorted smugly. "You're shorter than me," he said, measuring himself against her.

"We're the same height!" she told him stiffly, her previous wish disappearing into thin air.

"Nope," he declared, and turned towards the sun. He spread his arms wide and took a deep breath. "Herein begins THE ADVENTURE OF RED AND BLONDIE!" he yelled into the sky.

"Why not Blondie and Red? That sounds better," she wanted to know.

"Because I'm the main character, duh."

Blondie wanted to smack herself in the head. She had found herself an interesting companion.

***

After his declaration, Red plucked some fern leaves and handed them to Blondie to wrap around her feet. Soon, he began walking south along the river and Blondie silently followed him.

He had a penchant for collecting random twigs as he walked. At first, she thought they were for arrows, but the twigs he collected came in all sizes.

"What are these for?" she asked, when he handed her half of his pile.

He shrugged his shoulders and voiced something that sounded like a 'I dunno.' "I am sure we can find them a use, once we make camp tonight. Will be useful for making a fire as well."

"Where are we making camp?"

He shrugged another 'I dunno", and she felt like chucking the stone in her hand at his head. He seemed to have a devil-may-care attitude and it irritated her.

"Maybe find another cave," he said, after a moment. "We can't go back to the one I found before, as there may be another ursa around. I am not sure if they are solitary creatures."

At least he thinks.

"Why can't we sleep in the trees? I was safe while sleeping up there, before you brought an ursa along."

"Owls. I slept on a tree on my first night and was attacked in the middle of the night by those darned owls."

"Owls?"

"Yes, they are as big as us and have sharp beaks and nasty claws. I think we'd be safer if we sleep in a cave. Easier to defend the entrance," he replied, motioning with his hands.

"Do we need to do something about that?" he asked, suddenly noticing that her hand was still lightly bleeding. Blondie had washed away the ursa's blood earlier and the water had reopened the cuts on her arms.

"Maybe their claws have a poison that prevents clotting," she wondered.

"I think we should apply a plant paste to disinfect, but I dunno which plant. We don't want to apply something that's poisonous," he offered.

"Plantains. I need to find a plantain and some fiber to wrap it up," she said.

"Oh? Let's split up and find them, then. Let's meet back here in fifteen minutes. Scream if you run into something dangerous," he said, setting his twigs down and turning to the forest.

"You do the same," she said.

"Wait, what's a plantain?" he asked, turning around.

"Broad leaved shrubs that look edible," she gave him the best description she could.

The two split up in search, and Blondie found a shrub that was similar to a banana plant. She pinched a leaf and tasted it, deciding it had the right bitter flavor. She plucked some leaves and fiber with her hand-axe and returned to the spot where they had separated.

By the time Red returned, she had covered her wounds with the plantain leaf paste and wrapped them up with the leaves and fiber. He came back with a couple of long bamboo sticks and a lot of fiber tucked under his shoulders, but the leaves in his hand looked nothing like plantains.

"That's what you needed fiber for!" he exclaimed, noticing the ropes of fiber around her arm. "Can you make more?" he asked with wide eyes, dumping all of his fiber on her lap.

"Sure," she said, understanding why he wanted it. "Throw away those leaves. They are not plantains."

"Aww..."

As Blondie knotted more ropes, Red took Blondie's hand-axe and split the ends of his bamboo sticks into four. He then went in search along the bank of the river and returned with a few large pieces of stone. With the hand-axe, he worked away at chipping the stones into shape. After a few tries, he ultimately succeeded in getting the desired results.

He put his stone-spearheads into the splits in the bamboo and fastened them with Blondie's ropes. When he finished, he handed one of the spears to her.

"Thank you," she gave him a wide smile.

"We aren't done, yet. Can you shoot a bow?"

"Maybe..."

Nonetheless, he proceeded to make her a bow and some arrows. He used the fiber rope for the bowstring, though he had used a vine for his own.

She took the finished bow and practiced shooting. It turned out that she was accurate, and it seemed like she had done it before, though she had no memory of it.

They strapped the bows around their chests, picked up their spears, twigs, and fibers, and resumed their journey. Blondie's bowstring rested between her breasts, and Red seemed unable to take his eyes off them.

"I think we need clothes," she said, finally beginning to feel embarrassed by his stare.

"I tried making some, but I couldn't make anything that held together," Red shrugged his shoulders.

"Let me have a go, tonight."

***

The rest of the day was spent in travelling, and they did not run into any predators that posed them a threat. A few large spiders, small dinosaur-like birds, and other small creatures came into their path, but they either avoided them or their spears made quick work of them. However, they had no luck in finding a cave.

As the sun began to set, they decided to stop by a rocky shelter whose entrance was hidden by prickly shrubbery. It wasn't exactly safe, but Red insisted it was a better option than staying in the trees. His argument was, "We can defend a single entrance point, unless something really big finds us. In that case, even a tree wouldn't help."

They ate some berries and fruit for dinner.

After eating, Red worked on starting a fire with his remaining collection of twigs and kindling he had picked up around the shrubs, while Blondie worked on their clothes. She had picked up a bunch of broad leaves for the purpose.

By the time he was able to light a few embers, she had finished a leaf skirt for herself, and by the time he had a raging fire going, she managed to complete something that looked like a pair of drawers for Red. She had run out of fiber, so she decided to postpone making a chest wrap for herself. She didn't think Red needed chest wraps.

"Why is mine different than yours?" he asked as she wrapped the skirt around her hips and handed him his drawers.

"Because I don't have that dangling thing coming out of my groin," she responded wryly.

"Fair enough, but you do have a pair of dangling things yourself," he quipped, getting into his trunks. "These are pretty good. Thank you," he said, before sitting down and leaning against the wall of their shelter.

The fire was close to the entrance and most of the smoke drifted out of the cave. Both seemed to know that animals had an instinctive aversion to smoke and fire, so they were fine with it giving away their position.

"You're welcome. What is that thing, by the way?" she asked after a moment. She had no idea of what it was or what it did.

"My penis?" he pointed towards his crotch.

"Is that what it is called? What does it do?"

"I have no idea what it does, but why do you not know the word for my penis, when I know the word for your breasts?" he wondered.

"Maybe the place I lived before does not have your kind of creatures. Do you know the purpose of my breasts?"

He shrugged a 'I dunno'. "Maybe they are there just to look good. They seem as pointless as my penis."

Blondie couldn't agree more. "Have you wondered why we don't have our memories?" she asked, instead.

"Yes, but the more important question is why are we here? I think that would answer why we've lost our memories. For that we need to find someone who remembers. At least that is what I want to do. Tell me if you think otherwise or have a better plan."

Blondie nodded in contemplation.

"Why don't you get some sleep?" he said, after a moment. "We should take turns until a few hours before dawn. I don't think any creature hunts a few hours before sunrise and both of us can sleep then. I will wake you up in a few hours or when I begin to feel drowsy," he said.

Picking up a few of the twigs that remained, he began to sharpen them into arrows with Blondie's hand-axe.

Blondie shuffled towards the fire, lay down on the dirt, and curled up to sleep with her hand under her head. But, she opened her eyes a moment later and looked up at Red. "Can I rest my head on your lap?" she asked, to his questioning glance.

"Sure. As long as you don't mind me chipping away on the wood," he said, after a moment of thought.

Blondie shook her head and scooted to him before placing her head on his lap. Her soft hair was comfortable against his skin, but little did she know that her nearness had caused an uncomfortable problem in his underwear.

Red shook his head and focused on his work, while Blondie slowly fell asleep to the rhythmic striking of stone against wood. Their closeness made her feel safe.

***

Red shook her awake a few hours later. She sat up with groggy eyes and found a bunch of finished arrows by his side. He had gone through all of his remaining twigs, and the fire he had started had begun to dim. However, it still provided enough warmth inside the cave.

"What do I do?" she wondered as he got ready to sleep.

"I dunno," he shrugged, lying down and placing his head on her lap without bothering permission. However, she didn't mind it. It was only right that she returned the favor in kind.

As he turned his head towards the fire and closed his eyes, she reached for his bright red curls that spilled over his shoulder like a mane. His hairs were much thicker and curlier than hers, but they still felt nice.

Curling a lock around her finger, she began twirling it as she stared into the fire and began to think of what else she could do with her knitting skills. They needed quivers to hold their arrows and a couple of bags to carry things.

As the night wore on, the two adventurers switched turns sleeping, before Red's head was once again back on her lap. Before he fell asleep, he told her that she should just fall asleep after a couple of hours and not bother waking him up. He wanted to get a good rest before the start of the next day.

Blondie agreed, especially as they had not been disturbed through the night, and Red seemed sure that even nocturnal predators rested a few hours before dawn.

The fire Red had built was now reduced to smoldering embers, and though they gave some warmth, Blondie felt a light chill.

Red's sleep had been peaceful before, but maybe due to the cold, his current slumber was fitful.

Suddenly, he turned around on her lap, and his hand reached out into the air. "NO!" he cried, his face twisting in fear.

It surprised her. His devil-may-care attitude had led her to believe that he was incapable of such an emotion. He had not borne such an expression even when he faced off against the ursa.

He is just as scared as I am! She realized.

It brought warmth to her heart. She leaned down and kissed him on his forehead and that seemed to calm him down, as his hand fell back to his side.

However, she could still feel him slightly shivering. Raising his head gently, she set it on the ground before she curled up against his back. She sneaked her arm under his and wrapped it around his chest to pull him closer. The heat of their bodies brought them some comfort.

Red's body gave her warmth from the front, while her mantle of hair was a blanket against her back. So, she pulled him closer and hugged him to her bosom, trying to give him more comfort. His fitful sleep finally turned quieter, and she fell into a deep slumber.

***

Blondie woke up the next morning to the feeling for her hair being tugged. She rose up and found that, in his sleep, Red had somehow got hold of her hair and pulled it over himself like a blanket.

Annoyed, she shook him awake. "Five more minutes," he said, before opening his eyes and realizing where he was.

"We need some leaf blankets," she said, pointing at her hair in his hands.

"Huh? Yeah, sure," he muttered, seeming a little unwilling to let go of her hair.

"Red, I want to do some more knitting work today. This is a decent shelter and I want to be properly prepared before we head out again."

"Okay," he agreed. "Do you need any help?"

"I need to collect a lot of leaves and fibers. Why don't you find us some breakfast in the meantime?"

"Sure. But let's go get a drink, first. I am thirsty."

After drinking their fill by the river, the duo split up. Blondie quickly gathered all the material she could carry and headed back to their shelter.

Red returned an hour later with a dead dino-bird impaled to his spear, and three pink-fruit under his arm. He tossed the fruit to Blondie, set the bird and the spear, standing to the side. He then picked up Blondie's spear, and left without saying another word. Blood slowly drained down the spear and formed a dark red patch in the dirt, around the base of the spear.

Fifteen minutes later, he returned with twigs and kindling. He quickly set his efforts into starting another fire.

Once he had a small flame going, he sat down and began plucking the feathers off the bird. It was an average sized bird with short feathered arms and a long flowing feathery tail. Its colors shimmered a resplendent blue and purple, and it would've made a beautiful bird if not for its nasty dinosaur jaw and teeth.

"Can I have the feathers?" Blondie asked, captivated by the colors.

She had already finished making a couple of quivers out of the plant material she had gathered. She wasn't sure how long they would last, but they were easy enough to make again.

"You want to eat the feathers?" he raised a brow.

"What? No! I want to use them for my bra."

"Oh... But I wanted to use them for my arrows," he said as he plucked the last of the feathers, leaving the dino completely naked.

"I will leave you the smaller ones," she said happily, picking up the feathers, and standing up to head to the river, to wash the blood off them.

"Don't forget to take your spear."

By the time Blondie returned with the clean feathers, Red had begun roasting the dino-bird. He had speared a twig through its length and was slowly turning it around over the fire. The smell of the roasting dino had hit her even before she reached the shelter, and her mouth began to water.

"Archeop," he declared, pointing at the bird. "Smells delicious. I think I am going to hunt more of them. Pretty easy to shoot down with a bow. They think they are safe once they are up a tree."

"Is it done, yet?" she asked, her stomach grumbling.

"Just a bit more. I am not sure if the insides are done."

She set the feathers to dry and began peeling the fruit as Red finished roasting the archeop. The bird was now a brilliant, golden-brown and dripping with melted fat. He pulled it off the fire and used her hand-axe to slice a piece of meat off its arm.

"Hmm. A little bland, but it's not bad," he said, chewing on the meat. He grabbed a couple of large leaves from Blondie's stash and began slicing chunks of meat on to them. He reduced the bird to the bone, and placed equal portions on the two leaves, leaving the brains and guts out. He passed one leaf to Blondie. Blondie placed two of the fruit on Red's plate before transferring a couple of slices of meat from hers to his.

"You should eat more. You're larger," she said, to his raised brow.

"So, you agree that I am taller," he said smugly, taking his leaf and beginning to eat.

"Don't make me smack you in the head."

"Okay, mom!"

After breakfast, Blondie continued working on her knitting, while Red busied himself with practicing his spear thrusts. She spent most of the morning threading the feathers togethers, using the leaves as a base. By afternoon, she had her feathered bra ready. It had two fiber strings, through the top and bottom hems, to be tied around her back.

She twisted and rolled her hair into a top bun and held it in place by piercing it with a slimmer stone needle that she had picked up that morning. Picking up her new garment, she walked over to Red.

"I need your help tying this," she said, holding the bra over her breasts.

Turning around, he glanced at her chest and seemed a little disappointed.

"Er... okay," he said, glancing at her naked breasts one last time, before stepping behind her as she held the bra against her breasts and raised her biceps.

She sensed his eyes roving over her long, narrow back for a moment, before she felt his fingers reach for the strings. "Bottom string first," she told him.

"A bit tighter, please," she asked him, adjusting the bra over her chest. Soon, she had proper support for her dangling things-- their size had been a nuisance, while walking at a brisk pace.

When she turned around to Red to thank him, she immediately spotted the bulge in his underwear. His skin was also a shade redder than it usually was. "What's up with that?" she pointed at his groin.

"I dunno. I think it's because of you," he breathed out, picking up his spear and walking out of the shelter. "I am gonna go get us some lunch," he said, before disappearing into the forest.

Blondie felt a rush of heat rush, and her cheeks gained a tinge of red.

***

They had two squirrels and fruit for lunch and spent the rest of the day making things. Red used the remaining feathers to improve their arrows while Blondie a leaf blanket, and a couple of small bags with fiber ropes to sling across their chest and over their shoulders.

They hunted together that night and managed to bag another archeop for dinner. Based on their experience from the previous night, they collected extra wood to last through the night, and under the warmth of their new blanket they slept better.

When morning came, they were much better prepared to travel. They stored a few fruits in their bags and resumed their journey, with spears in hand and bows and quivers on their backs.

***

The next couple of days were relatively uneventful. They spent the nights under random shelters and ate anything that seemed edible. The bags proved useful in collecting items along the way. Though conversation between them was minimal due to the lack of memories, they liked each other's company and grew to depend on one another.

As they travelled, the jungle to their right grew thicker and the grasslands to their left turned into woods of bamboo. Red was excited to cross the river and find better bamboo to upgrade their spear, but Blondie kept him from taking the risk. She was still wary of the other side.
On the third day, they spotted a barren hill in the distance. Its greyish form seemed out of place in the lush bluish vegetation that surrounded them. The river circled around it to the south, and the woods and the forest merged at its base. However, the plant life seemed to avoid the hill itself.

"Guess we're climbing that mountain. Maybe we can figure out where to head from up there," Red said, on spotting the hill.

"Red, can't we just find a good shelter and live out here?" Blondie asked the question that had been lingering on her mind for the past couple of days.

Who are we searching for? Are there even others like us in this world?

"And do what, Blondie? Live out our lives as cavemen?" he shook his head.

Doesn't sound too bad.

But, she didn't voice that thought. She simply nodded and followed him.

"We would need a way to carry water. I don't think we will find any on the hill," she said, after a while.

"You're right. I didn't think of that. Let's see if we can find something to use, before we get there."

In the afternoon, when they resumed their journey after lunch, Red suddenly stopped by a bottle-gourd tree.

"Still hungry?" Blondie laughed.

"We might be able to use them as temporary water-containers."

"Hmm."

They plucked some fruit and spent the next hour or so, trying to make them into appropriate containers. Though the initial idea had been Red's, Blondie was the one who was ultimately able to construct a usable product. She cut the tops of the gourds off and scooped out the insides, before using a thorn to thread the top back onto the gourds. With a hole at the top, they made excellent water bottles. Their only problem was that the gourd would eventually spoil, but for now, they could use them.

It was evening by the time they reached the base of the hill. They found an empty cave and spent the night preparing for the next day's climb; they sharpened their weapons and filled their bags with fruit and berries.

As soon as the sun rose the next morning, they began their climb.

***

It soon became apparent to the two climbers that their trek was harder than they had anticipated. Though climbing the steep rocky surface of the hill was not too difficult for their well-toned muscles, they had no defense against the searing heat of the sun, especially as it was magnified by the reflection from the smooth granite surface around them.

It only kept getting hotter as they climbed, and Blondie began to worry if they would have enough water to get to the other side. She glanced at Red trudging ahead with his usual carefree attitude and looked up to the clear, minty sky. She spotted two featherless birds circling over their heads, high up in the sky.

"Red!" she shouted.

He turned around and followed her finger to the birds. "Pterodactyls!" he exclaimed.

"Tero what? What are they?"

"I don't know. The word just came into my head. Shit! I think they are coming closer, and I think they are big!"

"We need to find cover," Blondie cried, looking around. But, there was nothing but smooth grey granite around them; not even a tiny rocky projection that they could huddle under.

"Get your bow ready!" Red said, setting his bag aside and grabbing his spear in both hands.

Blondie knocked an arrow to her bow, got down on one knee, and pointed the bow towards the sky. Red stood right behind her, with his spear ready. "Shoot only when you think you can hit!" he told her, his voice not carrying any trace of tension or fear. She nodded and held her stance, despite the light tremble in her arm. The dino-birds kept getting larger in the sky.

Suddenly, one of them dived. Blondie held her mettle and the arrow. A hundred feet of the ground, the bird's wings titled to help it swoop down on them, giving Blondie a larger target. Still, she waited; Red saying not a single word.

When it was twenty feet away, she let the arrow loose. It shot straight through the webby skin that made its wing. The bird screeched in pain and flapped its wings as gravity brought it towards them.

Red sent a straight unwavering jab towards its heart. His aim was true, and the bird crashed into them, knocking them over. They scrambled out from underneath its body and Red immediately grabbed Blondie's spear to point it towards the other bird.

But seeing its mate downed, the other pterodactyl took off and disappeared behind the hill. They relaxed only after five long minutes, but just as the tension in their bodies eased, they heard a resounding roar that echoed against the hill.

"Shit!" Red cried on looking down the hill. An ursa, almost twice the size of the one they had killed before, was standing on its hind legs and bellowing at them. "Run!" he barked, grabbing Blondie's hand and pulling her to her feet.

"We need the other spear!" she yelled, grabbing the dead dino's wing and trying to flip it over.

The ursa fell heavily on its front feet and started rambling up the hill. Its massive size made it seem slower than it was, but they instinctively knew otherwise. Red hastily grabbed the Pterodactyls beak and helped Blondie flip it over. Retrieving their spear, they took off without looking back.

"Can we fight it?" Blondie breathed as they ran up the hill.

"I don't think so."

When they reached the top, they realized what the hill was. It was a caldera whose cauldron-shaped mouth was currently filled with a lake of water, but had once, in the recent past, been an active volcano. It explained why the hill's surface was so barren.

"What do we do?" she asked, fearfully, as they made their way around the mouth. The ursa drawing ever closer with each moment.

"Over there! We make a stand over there!" he screamed, pointing at a long projection of volcanic rock that jutted outward from the hill's surface at a sixty-degree angle. It had once been a volcanic vent, whose surrounding rock had been blown away in an eruption.

They scurried to the projection and ran up its six-foot wide and hundred-foot long slope. Red paused two-thirds of the way up the slope and turned around to step in front of Blondie. "Fire at will!" he told her, setting his spear aside and drawing his bow.

The ursa was already at the base of the projection and its width alone barely fit over the projection. When it saw them turn around to face it, it rose on its hind legs and let out an ear-numbing bellow.

Red let loose his arrow even before Blondie had a chance to knock hers to her bow. It sank into the bear's chest, but the bear didn't even seem to feel it. It fell on its feet and tumbled up towards them. The two let out a volley of arrows, but the creature treated them as nothing but pin pricks.

When it was around fifteen feet away from them, Red dropped his bow and picked up his spear, shoving it into the approaching ursa's snout. Its momentum pushed him back six feet, even as his spear sank through its snout.

The ursa bellowed in pain and rose up on its feet as he hastily withdrew his spear. Blondie sent an arrow through its throat. The maddened bear charged at her, and for a minuscule second Blondie's body failed to respond. But she had Red by her side. He rushed towards the bear with his spear, with no regard for his own safety.

Having felt the spear rip through its maw before, the bear paused and rose up to guard itself against. He plunged the spear into its chest and the bear swiped its paw at him. He let go of the spear and ducked under its swipe to slide through between its feet.

Once he reached behind the bear, he pulled out their hand axe from his bag, clambered up its furry back, and using both hands, sunk the stone into its neck.

The blow sent the bear to its feet, and Blondie found herself face to face with the ursa. Her fear vanished, and she pulled out the stone needle out of her hair as it unfurled like a cascade behind her.

"Eyaaaaahhhh!" she screamed as she drove the needle into its brain. An uncharacteristic mewl escaped the beast's jaws as it slumped to the ground. A few ragged breaths escaped its nostrils, before Blondie yanked out the needle and plunged it back into its brain. The animal went quiet.

She looked up at Red lying over the ursa and their eyes met. Wide, unbelieving smiles sprouted on their faces as they gazed at each other.

Red pulled out the hand-axe, stood up on the giant beast's back, and spread his arms in the air. "RED AND BLONDIE WIN AGAIN!" he screamed into the sky.

Blondie and Red! She wanted to correct him, but a sudden shadow loomed over them.

Before she could even scream, the pterodactyl from earlier swooped down and grabbed Red by the shoulders, taking him away into the sky.

The dauntless redhead repeatedly jabbed the hand axe into the creature's heart, even as they flew. The dino-bird's wings flapped for a few hundred feet before its heart gave in. Its wings stopped beating and they fell, two thousand feet into the canyon below.

The last thing Blondie saw was the look of hopelessness on his face as he fell, while looking straight into her face.

Great globules of tears formed in her eyes, before they rolled down her cheeks, lit by the afternoon sun. She fell to her knees and loud breath-starving sobs began to escape her lips. Falling on her side, she curled up and cried, wishing another pterodactyl would swoop in and take her away.

The Adventures of Red and Blondie, Red's voice screamed in her mind. She raised her head and peered down the projection. A dense jungle and a river cutting through it was all that was visible. If he had fallen into the trees, he was dead, but if he had fallen into the river? Maybe.

Though logic suggested that such a fall would kill, even if someone fell in water, a tiny hope surged in her heart.

She wiped her tears with her hands, staining her cheeks with the ursa's blood. Sitting up straight, she took in deep breaths to bring back her conviction. "Red and Blondie!" she said out loud, "You are the main character, remember! You cannot die!"

Deciding to not waste anymore time, she quickly picked up her spear, gathered their bows and belongings, and stepped over the bear to begin her search.

She reached the base of the hill by late afternoon, and scoured the nearby forest until sunset, uncaring for her own safety. She found no signs of a body and that only gave her more hope. As darkness began to set in the forest, she ate a few berries she had plucked from random shrubs and found a well-branched tree with copious leaf cover to spend the night.

***

The next couple of days, Blondie spent travelling down the river, screaming for Red at the top of her lungs. She didn't encounter any more danger, at least nothing she couldn't handle, and she frankly found it astonishing, as she made no attempt to hide her trail or presence. However, she found no joy in her luck. Though she had only spent a few days with Red, she missed him terribly.

On the third morning after Red's fall, she heard a couple of voices by the river as she walked towards it from the tree in which she had slept. She tiptoed her way to the bank and peered through the leaves, spotting a flash of red hair under the morning sun.

"Red!" she cried out, instinctively stepping out from her cover. Almost immediately, she realized that the two people in front of her were not Red. They both had red hair, but it was nowhere close to Red's red. Their hair was carrot colored; the woman's was shoulder length while the man's was short. Blondie raised her spear towards them.

"Whoa, girl! Steady," said the man, lowering the crossbow he had instinctively pointed towards her and almost fired.

"A new arrival, and a woman too!" the woman said cheerfully. She held a basket full of herbs and berries in her hands. She seemed a few years older than the man, but the resemblance between them was striking.

Blondie slowly lowered her spear and the woman stepped towards her. She was quite a few inches shorter than Blondie and pretty freckles dotted her nose and cheeks. Her shoulder length hair was tied up in a comfortable ponytail. "I am Kelly, and this is my brother Ryan. What's your name? You look like you've been through a lot," she asked, her sharp, hazel eyes studying Blondie's appearance.

"Blondie. Have you come across a person with hair the color of the setting sun?" she asked.

"A man or a woman?" Ryan asked.

Blondie pondered over the words for a moment. They were unfamiliar to her. "He is flat chested like you," she answered.

Ryan seemed a bit disappointed.

"No, we haven't come across anyone new, except you. Are you searching for your companion? What happened to him?" Kelly asked.

"He was swept away by the river."

"Swept away? This river doesn't flow that fast," said Ryan.

"He fell from a cliff."

"The volcano hill?"

Blondie nodded.

"That must've been quite a fall. I am sorry, but he is probably dead. You should give up on him, Blondie," said Ryan.

"No," Blondie told him firmly. "He is my friend, and I am sure he is alive. Thank you for answering my question. I will take my leave," she said, turning to head back into the forest.

"Wait!" Ryan cried, and Blondie turned back.

"Blondie," Kelly spoke softly, "We have a village, a little down the river. There are currently twenty-seven people in our tribe. You should join us. This world is no place for a lone woman to travel by herself, though you seem plenty capable.

"Why don't you try staying with us for a few days? If your companion is still alive, it is more likely that he will run into one of us than you finding him by yourself. Besides, I think you could use better clothes," she said, looking at Blondie's leaf and feather clothes.

The woman was wearing a knee-length, tanned-leather skirt over a leather shirt, while the man wore pants and a similar shirt. Blondie considered her words for a moment. Kelly's words made too much sense to disagree. "So... we are woman?" she asked Kelly. She had not missed the way Kelly had addressed her.

The two siblings raised their brows in surprise. "Don't you have your memories yet? When did you arrive?" Kelly asked.

"A couple of days ago," Blondie lied without even knowing why.

"Oh, that makes sense! Don't worry, you will start remembering things soon," she said, waving her hand.

"You made all of this in a couple of days?" Ryan asked skeptically, watching her tools.

"My companion did," she lied, again. "He arrived a few days ahead of me."

"It's still strange that you can't remember such basic knowledge. We at least knew that we were siblings and that we were male and female, didn't we, sis?"

"Who knows how this whole thing works, Ryan. Aliens probably messed with our heads before dropping us here," Kelly shook her head. "Come, Blondie. Let's go back to our home, and we shall get you washed up and clothed," she said, hooking her arm under Blondie's. The woman seemed diminutive beside her. "You're quite tall, Blondie. Ryan is six feet and you're even taller than him."

Blondie simply shrugged her shoulders. "Let me get a drink first," she said, walking up to the river.

"She is probably Nordic," she heard Kelly say to her brother.

"Or Dutch."

Blondie knelt on the bank and took in her reflection, for the first time in days. Her hair was a muddy disheveled mess, and her body was covered in dirt and streaks of blood. She couldn't even recognize herself from the beautiful appearance she had witnessed on the first day of her arrival. She shook her head at herself and leaned forwards to drink the water from her cupped hands.

"Ryan! Look away!"

"I am a man, sis," he laughed, apparently not looking away. "I am not going to deny myself such a splendid view."

Blondie drank to her fill and stood up, before setting right the skirt that had ridden up her ass.

"You should be more discreet with your body around men, dear," Kelly said to her.

"Why?"

"Never mind. You will understand once you gain your memories," she said, once again taking her hand and leading her towards the camps.

As they walked, Blondie caught the man eyeing her body, especially her naked legs, and her ass-- her feathered bra didn't have as many holes in it as her leaved skirt. And for some reason, she didn't seem to like his stare. It was strange as she had not minded Red's ogling.

He seemed to purposefully stay behind them, and when Kelly stopped by a brush to pick some berries, he touched her butt. It was only for a moment and he pretended it to have been an accident, but there was something about his touch that she didn't like.

The trio soon came upon a small village of pitched up tents, surrounded by a wooden palisade with sharpened stakes pointing outwards. The hustle and bustle of the people in the village came to a halt when they noticed that the stranger walking beside the siblings.

"Albert! We have a newcomer!" Kelly shouted as they entered the village.

Blondie took in her surroundings as people surrounded them. For the first time since her arrival, she lost her wariness of the wild. This is why Red wanted to find civilization.

The village was a five-hundred-feet wide enclosure, filled mostly with tents. But there were a couple of finished mud houses with several more under construction. Pipes of bamboo reinforced by clay ran from the river to a large earthen tank that stood at the center of the village. More pipes from the tank connected to the houses. A pump by the side of the tank seemed to allow the villagers to draw up the water from the river.

The people of the village came in different shades of skin. From pale-white like Kelly to dark-skinned, but none shared the bronze of Red's skin. Even his hair would've stood out among this group. It made her wonder if she looked as out of place as well.

The larger of the two finished mud houses had an attached smithy with a large forge beside it. A large man wearing a leather apron and leather gloves rushed up to them from the active forge.

"This is Albert," Kelly introduced him to Blondie, as the brown-haired man took off his glove, wiped his hand on the apron, and extended it to Blondie. "He is the village-head, blacksmith, and my husband. He keeps this village from falling apart," Kelly introduced him proudly.

"I am not that amazing, but I try my best," Albert laughed, and gave the hand that Blondie gingerly extended, a hefty shake. He was the only one among the group that was taller than her, and his wide shoulders and barrel chest made him seem even larger than he already was.

However, Blondie liked him. Even more than Kelly. There was something gentle about the lumbering giant. "I am Blondie," she answered with a slight smile.

"Welcome to our village, Blondie. You're one of us now. We don't have much to offer, but we take care of each other," he said, and several people nodded.

"Blondie only landed a couple of days ago, and the aliens did a number on her," Kelly told the villagers. "She doesn't even know that she is a woman. But we will teach her that, won't we ladies?" she said to the women around her. There were nine other women, excluding Kelly and Blondie. They all laughed.

"Not everyone believes in your alien theory, Kelly," said a man.

"No God will play such a cruel prank, Kevin. And, don't you even start about the devil!"

The twenty-seven tribe members introduced themselves to Blondie and their names ranged from Ajay and Keyon to Mei Li. She asked them all if they had seen any sign of Red, and when they asked her about him, she gave them the same answer. "He is my friend, and he saved me."

"Alright," Kelly finally said, after the last person introduced themselves to Blondie. "I will take her to get washed. Do you ladies have any spare clothes?"

The ladies of the tribe managed to scrounge up some spare underwear and a leather skirt and shirt. Kelly collected the clothes and took Blondie to an enclosed bath house, split in two for men and women.
They entered the women's section, which housed a small pool of clear water, a few buckets under taps, and a latrine connected to a drain.

"Get undressed," Kelly told Blondie, turning on one of the taps to fill up a bucket, before stepping out of her own underwear.

"What is that for?" Blondie pointed towards the toilet.

"It's to shit and piss," Kelly replied, raising her skirt and stepping over the dugout clay toilet. She turned away from Blondie, crouched down on her legs, and let out a stream.

"What are you doing?" Blondie asked in bewilderment.

"Pissing?"--she raised a brow-- "Haven't you pissed before?" she asked, looking over her shoulder.

Blondie shook her head.

"Haven't you been here for two days already?" she asked in wonder and worry. "Maybe you haven't been drinking enough water. You should drink more," she said, shaking her head at herself.

Blondie wisely chose not to correct her. She was sure she had been drinking as much water as her body craved or needed, and so had Red, and she had never seen him piss. She silently took off her clothes as Kelly wiped herself with a leaf from a large bucket of leaves to the side, before chucking it in a trash can to the side.

"Just throw them in the trash," Kelly said to Blondie's clothes.

Blondie discarded her leaf skirt, but she kept her feathered bra in her bag.

"What do I do now?" Blondie asked.

"Ah, fuck it! I might as well take another bath with you," Kelly told her. She undressed herself and picked up a mug to pour the water over Blondie's head as Blondie took in Kelly's naked form. Her breasts were smaller than hers, but just like her, she had a slit hidden in the bush of her groin. It made Blondie even more confused. Kelly's form seemed very similar to hers, but she was sure that she didn't have to piss.

Am I similar to Red or am I similar to Kelly? Or are we all different?

Kelly helped her wash, pouring water over her head as she washed the grime of her hair and body.

"Oh, God! You're beautiful!" Kelly exclaimed, once Blondie turned around after she dumped a bucket over her head.

"Thank you," Blondie said, a tinge of pride welling in her heart, "You're pretty as well."

"How are these even real?" Kelly said, extending a finger and touching Blondie's breast just to make sure. "You'll have the men in the village wrapped around your fingers in no time!"

"Why?"

"And, you're innocent! I hope you stay that way even after you regain your memories," Kelly told her, taking her hand and leading her to the pool.

The two females enjoyed a quick soak before Blondie dressed herself in her new clothes. She had no trouble with wearing them.

"This is why I say it's aliens. You don't know how to piss but you can clothe yourself? Ah, before I forget. If you get a strange urge in your vagina, come to the toilet and do what I did. Don't piss yourself. I think you'll know when it happens," Kelly told her before they stepped out.

Almost everyone who was still within the camp paused to stare at Blondie as Kelly led her through the camp. There were at least a couple of gazes that Blondie felt that she didn't like. For the first time since she arrived, she felt glad to be modestly clothed.

Blondie followed Kelly around for the rest of the morning, helping her in her chores as she showed her how things worked in the camp. Everyone had different jobs: hunting, gathering, cooking, cleaning, constructing, and so on. People did what they were best at and shared the workload on the meanest of the jobs. They had a good system going, and everyone seemed to respect the kind and jovial Albert.

The village also had tamed animals. There were a few wild pigs and rabbits in enclosures, but the stunted camels, as the villagers called them, were the most interesting. They were dumb, gentle creatures, and could be made to do anything as long as food was involved. They were seven feet tall, and had snouts and ears akin to a camel.

The villagers came together for lunch at noon, and ate a meal of archeop stew and grilled tubers and vegetables.

"Girl, you sure can eat," Kelly laughed, noticing that Blondie ate more than most of the men. It made Blondie even more unsure over her identity as she had controlled herself and not eaten to her fill.

"So, what's your story," a woman asked Blondie.

Blondie pondered over what to say, before recanting her episode with the ursa and pterodactyl, leaving most of their journey out and making it seem that it happened on her second day in the world. She also gave most of the credit of fighting to Red.

"This Red sure is a tough lad," Albert started, in his thick scottish accent, after Blondie finished her story, "We haven't seen an ursa before, but those pterodactyls are dangerous creatures. There were forty of us at first, Blondie. We've lost at least ten of them to pterodactlys when we chose to remain near that damned volcano.

"It would take five of us to confidently face off against one, and we have crossbows and steel. It would have been a gift to have had Red amongst us. Seems like a brave and nice lad."

"How did you manage to come all this way in one day?" Ryan suddenly asked.

Blondie noticed that he seemed a little displeased.

"Er... I saw him fall into the river, so I ran all day. I don't even know how far I travelled," Blondie lied again. She felt wrong for doing so, but something told her that she needed to be a little wary.

"Blondie..." Albert began before Ryan could question her more, "I hate to say this. But it is very unlikely that Red survived the fall. You should just live your life and hope he will find us, if he survived," he told her gently.

Hearing it from Albert made Blondie's eyes water. "I know," she said, wiping her eyes, "but I won't give up on him."

The rest of the day was spent mostly in chores, before the sun began to set. For dinner, they roasted a wild pig over fire, and consumed a drink called alcohol. Blondie liked the flavor of the drink, but Kelly warned her to not drink too much. So, instead, she sneakily ate extra food when she thought no one was looking. She had to be sneaky, as she found herself consuming at least twice the amount of food that everyone else was eating.

"Where will Blondie sleep tonight? We don't have a spare tent," Kelly asked, after dinner.

Some of the ladies offered to share their tents but Ryan stepped forwards. "She can have my tent. I will sleep with Matias until we set up a tent for her. It's her first day. Better to give her some privacy," he said.

Kelly agreed.

"Thank you!" Blondie said to the two siblings as they led her to Ryan's tent. Kelly took her gratitude with a gracious smile, but Ryan seemed distracted.

Once they reached the tent, he opened the tent flap and invited them inside. It was a spacious ten by ten-foot leather enclosure with a bed, a table, and a chair, along with a lantern.

"You can use my bed like it's your own," Ryan told her, but Blondie felt there was more to his words.

However, he left soon afterwards, and Kelly spent some time with Blondie, before heading back to her mud house.

Blondie curled up on the cot, under the feather covers. Sleep did not come immediately, but when it finally did, she dreamt of herself and Red. They were riding on stunted camels and chasing after a flock of terror-birds, hunting them. They made an unbeatable team as they brought down one terror-bird after another with their steel crossbows and pikes.

Suddenly, her dream was broken by the sound of movement in the room. She glanced over her covers and found Ryan's form hovering over the cot, his form lit by the moonlight streaming through the holes and openings in the tent. "What?" she asked him.

"Matias' bed is small, and I can't seem to fall asleep on the ground. Do you mind if we share the bed? It's large enough," he asked, prodding at the feather covers over her.

"Sure," she agreed, immediately scooting to the edge of the cot. It was his bed, and she didn't think too much of sharing it with him.

A lascivious grin sprouted on his face as he got under the covers and lay beside her. Blondie turned away from him and lay silently on her side.

He was still for a few moments, before a hand sneaked over her arm, his body pressing against her back. "For warmth," he muttered in her ear.

Blondie did not respond, and soon his palm began to sneak under her shirt. He quickly pulled down her bra and cupped her bulge that was almost too big for his hand. "Kelly was right. These are Godly!" he said, squeezing it tightly-- almost painfully. And then he took her nipple between his fingers and pinched, sending a jolt of electricity through her body-- pain and pleasure.

"Stop!" Blondie whispered.

"Don't you feel good?" he asked, cupping her other breast and tickling her nipple. Blondie couldn't not deny the strange arousal in her body.

"I can make you feel even better," he said, turning her on her back and pushing up her shirt and bra, exposing her magnificent mounds. "Oh God! What I wouldn't do to fuck you," he said as he took in her form. He cupped her left breast in his hand and dove for the other. Taking a nipple in his mouth, he began to suck on it, loudly and without abandon.

"Stop!" she cried again, as discomfort combined with a strange sort of pleasure. She knew instinctively that something was wrong with what was happening.

"It's alright. It's just the memories. Once you get them back, all of this will feel natural," he said, slowly sending his fingers down her stomach, flicking her navel and putting his finger in it. He prodded around, before extending his fingers into her skirt.

When he reached her golden, curly bush, he lightly plucked on her hairs before sliding his fingers down her slit and two lips. Blondie couldn't deny her own arousal, especially when the rough of his hand brushed against her nub.

Ryan felt her dampness and gave himself a mental punch of victory. He twiddled with her nub for a moment before taking his finger to her opening, for insertion.

By that time Blondie wanted it as badly as Ryan, but suddenly Red's face popped up in her mind, and for some reason it drove all her arousal away.

"NO! she screamed, shoving him away and getting off the bed. "If I can't sleep here, I will sleep elsewhere."

A flash of wicked anger crossed his face, only for a fraction of a second, before he turned apologetic. "I am so sorry," he said, quickly getting off the bed. "I shouldn't have rushed it. I will leave," he said regretfully, before quickly scurrying out of the tent.

Blondie stared at the tent flap in confusion. She couldn't make any sense of what happened. Ryan had not done anything truly hurtful, and his hands had felt oddly nice in certain places. Yet, what he had done also felt intrusive and uncalled for, especially as he had done it without any explanation or permission.

However, she began to feel a little guilty for pushing him away so rudely. He and her sister had welcomed her to their village and provided her with food and shelter. She decided she needed to apologize to him. Maybe what he had done was something natural, and she wouldn't have cared if she had her memories.

She waited for a few minutes to compose herself and decided on what she wanted to say, before stepping out of the tent. But before she could find her way to his tent, she heard loud guffaws from the direction of the large crackling campfire at the center of the village.

Her instinct told her that she would find Ryan over there, and something in her mind urged her to eavesdrop.

The two moons in the sky provided plenty of light. However, they also cast long shadows behind the tents and the houses. Blondie crouched down low, and slowly crept around the tents, towards the campfire.

She reached the tent closest to the campfire and peered from behind it. Five men sat around the fire, drinking large mugs of the liquid they called alcohol. She tried listening to their conversation, but she was too far away to make sense of it. I need to get closer.

She looked around and spotted the tank to the right of the campfire. She circled around to it and scurried to it on all fours, from the mud house nearest to it. She heard loud moans and grunts coming from the house, which she knew belonged to Kelly and Albert.

"I can't believe you got spurned by a woman who doesn't even know what fucking is," laughed one of the men. "You're a pretty boy, Ryan, but them girls don't seem to like you much."

"Dumb cunts! Don't know what they're missing. And fuck that bitch!" Ryan spat.

"Can't say I am not happy about the turn of events, though. Now, I won't feel so bad about trying my luck with her. This new bitch is fucking hot. Must've been a supermodel back on Earth. Fuck, I don't think I've ever seen anyone so good-looking."

"She's dumb enough to have been a supermodel," laughed another. "Probably has been fucked way too many times without even knowing it."

"Or maybe gangbangs. I heard those models were into them."

"Let's rape her," Ryan whispered under his breath, making the men fall silent. Blondie didn't quite understand what he said. She didn't know what rape was, nor did she know what fucking meant. However, she could tell that he didn't intend well for her. Suddenly, she felt dirty about having been touched by him.

"Let's take her into the woods like we did with those two chicks with weird names," Ryan continued. "We will take turns like before. The bitch has eyes at the top of her head, but a gangbang or two will bring them right back down."

"She's probably been in a few on earth," repeated the gangbang-person from before.

Ryan continued, "I will tell Albert that I am taking her to search for her fucktard boyfriend. You boys join me later. It will avoid suspicion."

"Ryan," someone finally whispered. "Do you think this is a good idea after what happened last time? Albert was pretty suspicious about them disappearing without saying a word."

"That was her own fault for getting killed. That bitch tried to drive a knife through my eye," Ryan cursed. "I don't plan on killing this bitch, though. She is too pretty for that. We just need to train her a little. If things go wrong, we will just tell the others that she met up with her boyfriend and the two of them took off together.

"And if Albert gives us more trouble, we will arrange a coup. He's outlasted his usefulness, anyway. I know how to smelt iron, now. If he doesn't fall in line, we will off him,"

"He is your sister's husband!" said a voice Blondie recognized belonging to a dark-skinned man.

"It's not like they have a child together. She can find a new one. Don't you have a thing for her, Keyes? Maybe you'll get your chance. Just treat her well."

After that, Blondie decided that she had heard enough.

These people are animals! I need to get away!

But, she couldn't immediately run away. The gates of the village were closed, and she couldn't open them without making too much noise. She was not aware of any other openings in the palisade, and she couldn't climb over the sharp stakes.

So, she waited for the men to take another swig of their drink, before scurrying away. Instead of heading straight back to her tent, she bee-lined for the outhouse/bath.

Locking the door, she discarded her clothes, washed herself, and got into the pool. A few minutes later, she heard a light knock on the door.

"Blondie are you in there?" she heard Ryan speak.

She stiffened and sat up in the pool. "Yes," she muttered.

"What are you doing at this time of the night?"

"Er... Taking a piss."

"Oh... Look, Blondie. I am sorry about earlier. I was a little drunk."

"I understand."

"How about I help you search for your friend, tomorrow? The others have chores, but I can excuse myself and help you search along the river. I will bring my machete and crossbow along, and I can protect you," he said, softly.

His voice was so pleasant that for a moment Blondie wondered if she misheard him earlier. "Okay, thank you. That will be a great help."

"Just wanted to let you know. I will let you do your business in peace," he said, before walking away.

Blondie waited for a few minutes before she got out of the pool, dressed herself, and went back to sleep in her tent. Based on their words, she didn't think she was in any immediate danger, so she tried to get as much rest as possible.

***

Early the next morning, Blondie was woken up by Kelly. "Ryan wants to take you in search of Red," she told her.

"I know. He told me last night," Blondie said, getting up and grabbing her belongings.

"I think he wants to impress you," Kelly smiled.

Blondie did not understand why he would want to impress her, but she simply nodded. She decided she could not understand these people.

Kelly walked her to the smithy where they found Ryan speaking with Albert. Blondie noticed that the men she had seen at the campfire, the previous night, were nowhere to be seen.

"Good Morning, Blondie!" Albert greeted her with a wide smile. "Ryan tells me that you wanted to try searching for your friend, today."

"Yes."

"Then let me go get you a better spear," he said, hurrying off into his house. He returned with a long sturdy bamboo pole with an iron spearhead. "You can have it if you can prove yourself with it," he told her, handing her the spear and taking the flimsy wooden one from her hand.

"Thank you, Albert," Blondie smiled back at him. She truly thought he was a kind person, but he was only one person amongst twenty-seven. Somehow, she didn't entirely trust Kelly, and she didn't know any of the others well enough to understand them.

"Ready to go, Blondie? Wish us luck, Sis. Maybe we will return with one of the best fighters that our village has ever seen," he said to them cheerfully.

"That'd be great!"

***

The river now curved east and Ryan led blondie along its bank on the right. It was also much wider and deeper than before, as it was constantly fed by numerous streams flowing through the forest.

"What's on the other side?" Blondie asked as they walked.

"Don't know. We sent an expedition a year back, but they never returned."

"Why didn't you go looking for them?"

"That'd be stupid."

Blondie chose not to add anything to the statement. Ryan kept talking and as they walked further from the village, his behavior changed. His speech turned less convivial, and his eyes roamed her body without inhibition. He leisurely walked on her right, slowly inching towards her with each step, holding his crossbow over his shoulder.

Blondie knew that he would make his move when he met up with his friends, and she had no intention to be surrounded. She came to an abrupt halt and his hand bumped into her behind.

"What?" he asked, bringing down his crossbow. He made no attempt to remove his hand, instead creeping it under her skirt and caressing her thigh, before moving it higher.

Without giving him any warning, she swung her spear, knocking the crossbow out of his hands. She then turned around and sent a knee into his gut, making him fall on his behind.

"What the hell!" he cried, trying to get up, but he suddenly felt the blade of her spear against his neck.

"I don't care about your village, and I don't plan on returning," she told him sternly. "I've killed two ursa's and a pterodactyl, and if you try to follow me, I swear I will kill you."

Ryan gulped and nodded, realizing for the first time that Blondie wasn't the defenseless woman he had presumed her to be.

"Give me that belt and the machete," she ordered him.

He hastily removed it and tossed them to her. She moved back a little and planted the spear into the grass. "If you move an inch, I will put the spear through your heart," she told him, picking up the belt and tying it around her waist, while keeping her eyes on him. The back of the belt also had a small quiver full of crossbow bolts-- wooden ones with pointy iron heads.
She picked up the spear and his crossbow, before warning him, "Don't move until I am out of your sight."

Then she turned around and disappeared into the forest.

Ryan sat there watching with his face warping in anger and loathing.

"We got her!" he heard a shout, after a minute. His lips widened into a sneer. He sauntered into the forest and found his group. Blondie was unconscious on the ground, lightly bleeding from her head.

"Sorry, I tried to take her by surprise and ended up hitting her head from behind," apologized the dark-skinned man named Keyes.

"Is she dead?"

"I don't think so. She is breathing."

"Good enough. Let's tie her up and wake her. She's a feisty one, but that just makes it better."

***

Blondie woke to a splash of water against her face. Her head hurt and her vision spun. She was sitting on the ground, topless, with her hands held behind her by Keyes. He had one hand pulling on the leather belt that bound her hands together and his other hand was currently molesting her breasts.

"She's got some gorgeous titties, eh, boys?" she heard Ryan speak, as he stood in front of her with a sneer on his face.

"RED!" she screamed, for the only friend she had in this world.

"He's dead, you dumb bitch! No one survives a two thousand feet drop," said Ryan. "Now let's make things clear for you. We are going to rape you, and we are going to take turns. Then we are going to fuck you again. Over and over," he spoke, his face twisting with cruelty.

He seemed to get pleasure out of voicing those words.

"RED!" she screamed again. Looking at the men's faces surrounding her, she found no trace of pity in them. Only a mad lust that even she understood. She just didn't understand what drove it.

"You can either go along with it," he continued, "and make the experience more pleasurable for yourself, or you can struggle. It won't make any difference. I'd rather enjoy it if you chose to struggle."

The men snickered.

"RED!" was her only response.

"Well, don't say I didn't give you a choice."

The men laughed.

Ryan loosened the ropes around his waist and let his pants fall, his member already stiff in arousal.

"RED!"

He just smiled and stepped towards her, pointing his organ at her face.

"Careful, Ryan. She might just bite your dick off," laughed a man by his side.

That made him pause. "You would, wouldn't you bitch?" he asked.

"RED!"

He finally lost his temper. "Goddammit woman! Stop fucking screaming about a fuc-"

Thwip.

Everyone looked up at Ryan to see what had made him stop, only to find an arrow sticking from one side of his neck to the other, blood spurting out of both the entrance and the exit. He tried to speak but only his lips moved. Raising his hand, he tried to step towards Blondie, but the next arrow hit him in the temple. He collapsed to the ground.

Keyes, who had been holding Blondie, let her go and scrambled to his crossbow, while the others raised theirs in the direction from which the arrow had come. They were surrounded by a thick jungle and their fear made them unable to see. Blondie, however, caught a fleck of red move through the trees.

Twang, they heard an arrow release and the men ducked and covered their faces on instinct.

A man howled in pain as an arrow lodged itself into his arm, but the next moment a wooden spear flew out of the forest and hit him in the chest. Its momentum made him fly off his feet. He hit the ground with a thud, and lay unmoving.

The remaining three fired their cross bows into the forest, but none found a mark. Blondie struggled against the belt binding her hands behind her and broke free. Keyes, who was the closest to Blondie, looked at her, and she saw the realization in his eyes.

He reached for his sword, but Blondie was quicker. She jumped to her feet and headbutted into his nose. She heard it crack as he fell to the ground with blood spilling out of his nostrils. Blondie heard Red rush in from the forest to the left, but she did not turn to him.

One of the other men screamed as two bodies crashed into each other. Keyes scrambled backwards, trying to get his sword out of its sheath. Blondie kicked his groin. He let out a high-pitched squeal that she didn't think he was capable, but she didn't wait. She stepped forward and swung her foot up into his chin. His neck cracked, and he fell backwards and lay unmoving.

Blondie quickly turned around and found Red on the ground, in a struggle with the last remaining member of Ryan's group. Red easily had the upper hand in strength, but the man under him fought like a cornered rat, scratching and biting. The other man was lying in a puddle of blood with an arrow impaled from above his shoulder. It was deep enough to have reached his heart, which is what seemed to have killed him.

Blonde drew the machete at her waist and rushed towards the wrestlers. Red noticed her approach and rolled over the grass to bring the man on top of him. She plunged the machete into the man's back, pulled it out, and stabbed him again.

The man's body seemed to slowly lose its strength as his struggle grew weaker. Red shoved him away to the side. The man's eyes and mouth cursed at them, but no voice escaped as his lips. His breathing grew heavy, before quieting and finally coming to a stop. His pale brown eyes slowly lost their spark and focus.

His death seemed to bring clarity to Blondie's mind. She looked around and saw only death. She fell to her knees and vomited out the contents of her breakfast.

"Are you alright?" she heard Red say, and she looked up at him. He was sitting up and staring at her with concern.

"We killed them!" she said, subconsciously raising a hand to wipe her mouth.

Red's eyes widened as he looked around. He had heard Blondie's cries and attacked the men like they were wild animals, but now that they were dead and harmless, he couldn't mistake their forms. His face gained a sickly pallor as he seemed to realize that he had killed people.

What am I doing? Blondie thought as she saw the blood drain out of his face. She watched the misery in his eyes, and it made her rush to him.

Uncaring about the state of her undress, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a tight, uninhibited, hug.

Her hug was almost too tight but Red didn't care about the discomfort. It felt real-- she was real. He had missed her and dreamt of her for the past few days. He was happy to finally be in her arms, but the vision in front of him was nonetheless gut-wrenching. "Blondie..." he whimpered from her shoulder.

"It's alright," she said to him. "They were bad people, essentially animals. They would have done more harm to their own kind if we hadn't killed them." She was going to bear the weight of their deaths on her own shoulders. She wasn't going to let Red be affected by it. "You did the right thing."

She felt a tiny nod on her shoulder, but she knew he wasn't fully convinced. "Let's get out of here. We can talk somewhere else," she said, pulling away from his hug.

Red quickly got up to his feet, eager to get away from there.

"We should collect their weapons and clothes. They are better than ours, and they won't be needing them anymore," she spoke, trying to hide her guilt as she stood up. Stealing from the dead did not feel right, but it was the right thing to do-- for us.

Red simply nodded and went around collecting the bolts and as many weapons as they could carry. However, he seemed to have no interest in getting their clothes.

Blondie put on her shirt and proceeded to strip the dark-skinned man of his clothes; his clothing was the least damaged. "Here, put these on," she firmly told Red, handing him a pair of pants, a shirt, and a belt with a scabbard and quiver.

Red looked at them with disgust, but nonetheless took them. Soon, the two of them were strapped to the boot: crossbows hung from their backs, their quivers were full of bolts, a machete in Blondie's scabbard, and a sword in Red's.

"You take the spear. You're better with it," she handed Albert's spear to Red, before strapping a leather bag to her shoulder. It had some dried meat and berries in it; enough to last them a day or two. "Let's go," she said, leading Red away from the bodies and the village.

***

That evening, an ear-splitting shriek rang through the forests from the place where the bodies of four men lay.

Kelly lay bowled over her brother's body, sobbing. Albert and Keyes, who was once again fully clothed, stood behind her, along with a few others from the village.

"I will kill that whore and her lover!" she screeched and looked at Albert. "We won't rest until we find them. I will rip her heart out with my own fucking hands," she told him, her voice leaving no room for argument. Her face twisted in rage was no longer pretty.

"Kelly..." Albert muttered, glancing at Keyes. "We don't know what exactly happened here..."

"I don't give a shit. Would you ask such questions, if I was the one murdered?" Kelly asked her husband.

Albert had no reply to that.

***

"How are you unhurt?" Blondie finally asked Red when they stopped to have lunch. For the past few hours they had rushed to get away from the village and had spoken very little. But time seemed to have turned their moods for the better. They finally decided to sit by the river and have some of the food from the bag.

"What do you mean? That person scratched me pretty badly," he said, pointing at the scratch marks on his right cheek, while tearing at the dried meat with his teeth.

"You fell from two-thousand feet!"

"Oh that! I fell into the river," he said matter-of-factly, popping a berry into his mouth.

Blondie wanted to smack herself in the face. "Red, nothing makes me happier than seeing you unhurt, but why are you unhurt? You shouldn't be able to come out of a two-thousand feet fall unscathed, even if you fell into the river."

"But, I was pretty hurt. The river dragged me all the way to around where we met earlier. I couldn't even walk. I had to drag myself to the shore, and then I managed to crawl into a bush, before I fell unconscious. Thankfully, the bush had some berries. I ate them when I woke up, and I fell asleep again. I wasn't even able to walk until the next morning. It took me three whole days to fully heal. That's why I didn't come for you. I was kinda hoping you'd find me, first."

Blondie's jaw fell as she looked at him in disbelief. She raised her hand and showed him her wounds from her hustle with the terror-bird chick on the first day of her arrival.

"You heal pretty slow," he informed her, and she chucked a berry at his face.

"I think it's you that heals very fast."

"What can I say, I'm pretty awesome. We can still change my name to Mr. Awesome."

Blondie let out a sigh of exasperation, but the smile on her face persisted. She was happy to be back in his playful, innocent company.

For the rest of their lunch, Blondie recanted her experiences while they were separated.

"You were right. It sounds like they were pretty awful people. I don't feel as bad about killing them, now," he said, when she explained what they were planning. He didn't seem to know what 'fuck' or 'rape' was, but it was obvious that they were planning to hurt her and were going to hurt others in the future.

"I tried to get away without hurting them, but they wouldn't let me go. I feel sorry for Kelly," she shook her head.

Red did not say anything and simply nodded in understanding.

"Red, do you piss or shit?" she suddenly asked him.

"I've no idea what those words mean."

"Does anything come out of your groin?"

"My penis?" he answered.

"No, like water."

"Why would water come out of my groin? Are you alright? Those berries might be bad. Yesterday, I ate some bad ones that made me hallucinate. I saw you flying in the sky, and I started uprooting trees and boulders to throw them into the air to grab your attention. Turns out, I was only chasing after a bee, and chucking grass and pebbles at it."

"Never mind. Kelly was doing some strange thing where she had liquid coming out of her vagina. I think we are different beings than them," she told him.

"Oh, weird."

"And, don't eat anymore berries without showing them to me."

"Ok, mom!"

She chucked another berry at him.

Once they finished eating, Red stood up facing the river and stretched his arms outwards. "The Adventure of Red and Blondie begins again!" he cried at the river.

Blondie simply smiled and Red turned to raise a brow at her.

"What?" she asked.

"You're not going to say that Blondie and Red sounds better?"

Blondie shrugged her shoulders. "I don't care as long as there is both Red and Blondie in it."

"Fine!" he grumbled. "Blondie and Red it is. It sounds better, anyway."

Blondie hugged him and planted a kiss on his cheek.

***

After lunch, the duo continued their march, away from the village. They didn't stop until nightfall. They found a good tree to spend the night and ate the rest of the food in their bag, before falling asleep while holding each other.

"Blondie! Wake up!" Red shook her awake in the middle of the night. She looked at him questioningly, and he pointed her towards the bend of the river in the west. The meandering river had taken a sharp turn on their way, and they had chosen a tree with a clear view of it.

Blondie spotted ten villagers, carrying torches and riding on their stunted-camels. They were a quarter of a mile away from them, but their torches made them quite visible against the dark forest background. They were presumably tracking Red and Blondie's steps along the river.

"Can we fight them?" Blondie asked. It was apparent that they wouldn't be searching for them in the middle of the night, if they wanted to simply talk to them. Blondie wasn't sure if they would believe her words, either.

They couldn't keep traveling as she was sure the stunted-camels could outrun them. Hiding was an option, but it felt risky.

"If they all have similar weapons as us, and are well-prepared, it will be a difficult fight. I had cover against the five men from before, and I took them by surprise. I doubt this will be the same. And there may be more of them scouring the forest.

"What do we do then?"

"I dunno," he shrugged.

"We should swim across the river. I don't think the villagers will want to cross the river."

"Sure, but whatever lies beyond is probably as bad for us as it is for them."

"We'll have to risk it. We shall hide somewhere until the villager's lose patience and head back. Then we can swim back and go on our way."

"Okay. Let go."

The two quickly got off their tree and jumped into the river.

***

A quarter mile away from the duo, Kelly was watching the river through a crudely made wooden telescope. "They are crossing the river!" she screeched at her husband.

Albert blew a whistle and the rest of the villagers started appearing out of the forest. Albert explained the situation to them, but before they could discuss it, Kelly spurred her ride into the river. "I am going," was all she said.

"Friends," Albert spoke to the rest. "All of us are scared of the other side. Gregory's group had been the strongest of us, and they disappeared without even giving us a signal.

"But that was a year ago, when we didn't have proper weapons. Do we want to live the rest of our lives as a prehistoric tribe, in the middle of nowhere? I think it's time we venture out. Together, I think we can face any danger that the other side can threaten us with. Who is with me?"

About half of the villagers slowly raised their hands. Albert nodded at them, and they followed Kelly into the river. Keyes and the rest watched from the bank.

***

Red was the first one to the shore. Blondie was a more fluid swimmer, but his arms were simply stronger. He pulled Blondie to her feet and pointed towards the swimming stunted-camels, with Kelly and the villagers on their backs.

She simply nodded and began to squeeze the water out of her clothes. Red followed her suit and once they set their clothes straight, Blondie extended her hand to him. "Into the jungle?"

"Into the jungle," he nodded, and they took off into the foliage without even looking back.

***

Albert and the villagers following him caught up to Kelly, who waited for them at the place where Red and Blondie's tracks led into the forest.

"Kelly, we know where they've gone. Let's look around before we venture in deeper. I want to know what sort of creatures live in there," Albert said.

"NO! The sooner we find them and kill them, the sooner we can establish our safety. Who knows what those treacherous bastards may lead to us?" she yelled, spurring her animal forwards.

Albert and the rest followed.

***

Blondie and Red heard the first cry of death, within fifteen minutes of their trek into the forest. It was immediately followed by a cry of absolute terror, and the subsequent shouts of alarm from the villagers.

Blondie and Red paused and looked at each other.

"Something's found them."

"Run!"

Death throes continued to ring through the jungle as the duo scampered through the forest.

"Should we climb up a tree?" Blondie huffed. She heard a scream that seemed to belong to Kelly.

"What if they can climb trees, or worse, they are from trees?"

"What do we do, then?"

"I don't know, Blondie. Let's just get as far away from them as we can and try to find a place where we can defend."

They kept running and the number of screams continued to dwindle before they heard the final scream. It belonged to a stunted camel.

The jungle went quiet for a few seconds before they began to hear bodies rushing through the trees-- quick but heavy patter of feet. The two ran as fast as they could but the creatures kept getting closer.

Suddenly they burst out of the trees and found themselves facing a steep, monolithic hill of granite rock. Its surface was smooth, dark, and unscalable. There was no vegetation within fifteen feet of the hill and the soil around it was black. They looked up and saw that the hill was at least five-hundred-feet high. They couldn't see what lay on top of it. The thought of running around the cliff came to their minds, but the creatures stalking them were almost upon them.

They ran to the wall of the cliff and turned around. Red pointed his spear towards the forest and Blondie readied her crossbow. The first of the creatures stepped out.

It was a hairless lizard-like creature on four legs, twelve feet in length and four feet at its shoulder. However, it seemed to possess none of the clumsiness of a lizard. Its legs were muscular and made to chase down creatures and rip them apart with five-inch claws. Its grey skin looked scaly, tough, and hard.

It possessed a deep skull with large, red, cat-like eyes that gleamed under the moonlights. Two enlarged canine teeth, six inches long, protruded beyond its lower jaw.

It snarled at them.

Blondie shot a bolt towards its mouth, but the creature dodged to the side, with agility unbefitting its massive size. She threw the crossbow aside and pulled out her machete.

"Gorgonops!" Red muttered under his breath.

Blondie couldn't help the smile that sprouted on her face. They faced the most terrifying creature yet, and Red's first thought was to name it.

Soon, more of its kind began to step out of the forest, surrounding them. They were at least six of them, maybe more in the forest.

"Blondie..." Red said with a seriousness she hadn't heard from him before. "I am glad to have met you, and I really enjoyed our time together. I wanted to adventure more with you, but it seems like our journey has come to an end."
"Red..."

"I am not afraid of dying, especially with you by my side, but let's take down at least one of these damn creatures before we go."

NO! Her mind screamed at his words. She didn't want to die. More importantly, she didn't want to see him die. She didn't care about going down in a blaze of glory. If she fought, she fought to survive. Not to prove something.

"NO!" she screamed, and felt a strange energy course through her body. She felt something burst out of her back, and her leather shirt ripped, falling to the ground and once more revealing her glorious breasts. The Gorgonops stopped advancing towards them, and Red, who had been ready to lunge at them, turned to look at her. For once, he seemed to have no interest in her dangling things.

Two massive, golden-blonde wings came out of her scapulae in her back. Her feathers were as soft and shiny as her hair, but she had no interest in admiring them. The only thought she currently held was survival. She sprang towards Red and wrapped her arms under his shoulders and began to beat her wings as mightily as she could.

The leading Gorgonops jumped towards them but the sheer force of the wind from Blondie's wings slowed it enough to let her lift them away from its reach.

She flapped her wings hard, and as she slowly began to gain elevation, she realized she couldn't keep it up for long. Within half a minute, she reached the top of the cliff and saw an ancient ruin of dark granite stone, which would've been invisible to any view from the ground. She quickly scanned its ground for life, and finding none, she descended within its ten-foot high walls.

As soon as their feet touched the ground, her mind reeled. Her limbs seemed to completely lose their energy.

"Blondie!" Red looked at her with wide eyes, full of excitement. "You can Fly!" he yelled, skipping on his toes like a child. "How can you fly? Can I fly? How do I fly?"

"Red..." she muttered weakly, as she fell towards him. He caught her in his arms, and she lost consciousness. Her wings teetered and collapsed out of existence.

***
When she awoke, Blondie found herself leaning against the warm toughness of Red's bare chest, his shirt draped over her own. They seemed to be inside the building, and he was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. Dusty streams of light fell through the lofty windows to the left of the room, indicating that it was morning.

The events of yesterday rushed through her mind, and she remembered that she had flown. The itch that had always been in her back had disappeared, replaced by an emptiness inside her scapulae. She had a feeling that she wouldn't be able to bring those wings out again until that emptiness was filled.

How do I fill the emptiness?

A light snore escaped Red's lips, bringing her attention back to him.

Blondie turned on his lap and unconsciously straddled his hips. The shirt covering her breasts fell and she chucked it out of the way. Looking at his peaceful sleeping face, she couldn't resist the urge to lean in and kiss him by the side of his lips.

His eyes opened to the touch, and she gazed into his sparkling green depths.

"Blondie..." he whispered, his humid breath striking against her lips, their faces inches away from one another.

"Where are we?" she asked, without moving away.

"Inside the temple. It should be safe. There is nothing alive around here, and I've bolted the doors," he said, looking away from her eyes, his bronze cheeks gaining a shade of red.

Noticing his embarrassment, she leaned back. But she didn't want to. She felt an unfamiliar heat in her body, and she wanted him. How? She didn't know.

As soon as she sat upright, his eyes went to her naked breasts. She felt her nipples stiffen at his gaze, and a strange tingle in her stomach. She also felt something else stiffen and grow underneath her. She moved her butt and felt its length before remembering what it was.

Ryan had wanted to do something to her with his, and she had not wanted it then. But whatever it was, she wanted it from Red, now-- at least her body did.

"Red?" she asked him. "Can I see your... uh... penis?"

"Why?"

"I just want to."

"Okay."

She slid down his legs, loosened the ropes of his trouser, and pulled them down. His member popped out, and she continued to pull his pants off his legs, watching its stiff length.

She spread his legs apart and crawled between them to take a closer look at it. It was the length of her hand and three fingers thick, but it somehow felt big. Two wrinkly nuts hung and dangled underneath it. It wasn't pretty, but something about it seemed to currently fascinate her.

"Can I touch it?" she asked, looking up at his eyes. His eyes displayed the same fervor that she was sure was reflected in her own.

"Sure. Will you let me touch your breasts, later?"

"Yeah," she replied, her attention quickly going back to his member. She gently wrapped her fingers around it and felt its girth, stiffness, and heat. She slowly pumped her hand, and she heard him groan.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

"No. It feels good."

She nodded, but she felt something was lacking.

What was it that Ryan wanted to do? She remembered that he had initially planned to shove it in her mouth. Maybe that's it.

She leaned down and wrapped her lips around its tip, extending her tongue to taste the tiny hole at the top.

"Er... Blondie?" she heard a worried voice, making her glance up with the dick still in her mouth. "If you're hungry, we can find something else for you to eat. Don't eat my penis."

"I am not going to eat it!" she exclaimed, surprised and annoyed by his conclusion.

"Are you sure? Cause that's what it looks like you're going to do."

Blondie considered her actions and realized there was some truth to it. "Just shut up and watch," she told him, before going back to it.

"Easy for you to say," he grumbled, but he didn't draw away, only watching her as she went down on him. Her brilliant blue eyes were locked on his as her lips wrapped around him and her tongue flicked over his tip.

Blondie's descent on his member was slow, gradual, and gravitational, as she took more and more of him into her mouth. It was almost instinctive and impulsive, but she didn't feel anything wrong about doing it. She liked his warmth over her tongue, and she squeezed her cheeks to feel more of it.

Halfway down its length, its tip touched the back of her throat. She held it still with her hand and drew back her head until she reached the top, before going back down. Red hissed, and from his expression, she could tell it was from pleasure.

Slowly, she began to pump her head over his cock.

As Red watched her lips spread over his member, his body grew hot and his mind blank. A strange itch sprouted in his balls and his member, and it only grew as she increased her speed.

He felt something wanted to come out, but he held it, as he had no idea of what it was. But the feeling only kept growing, until he couldn't hold it in anymore. He hastily pushed Blondie away before he burst. His wet cock plopped out of her mouth and sprayed its whiteness all over her face.

She sat up in surprise and the last spray landed between her breasts. His prick throbbed in her hand for a few moments before it quiet, slowly beginning to soften. His face held a strange expression of satiation.

His release dribbled down her cheeks and fell on her breasts. With her finger, she picked up the dollop that had run down to her navel and put it in her mouth.

"Not bad," she said, tasting it. It had a weird texture, but she didn't mind the taste.

"You did want to eat it!" Red suddenly accused her.

"Don't be silly. Besides, I am sure you liked it," she retorted. "Here, you should try this," she said, picking more of his release and extending her finger to his lips.

"Eww..." he said, but nonetheless extended his tongue out. "Yuck," he spat out immediately.

"Your loss," she said, proceeding to eat the rest.

Watching her topless and licking her fingers soon made him stiff again. Watching his stiffness returned the frustration inside her. She had a strange need and had no idea of how to satisfy it. A need to be filled.

So, she just dove at him, wrapping her arms and legs around him in a hug. She needed to feel his skin. His arms wrapped around her nimble waist and she held him tightly. For a minute, she simply hugged him, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers, before holding his face between her hands and kissing him on the lips.

Not knowing what else to do, she let her animal instincts take over. She licked him, kissed him, and sucked on his lips, while his hands roamed over her skin under the cloak of her hair. They seemed eager to explore every inch of her skin and every little jut of her bones.

His hands soon found their way to the front and to her breasts. They were big and warm against her skin, and he wonderfully kneaded and massaged her curves, while lightly pinching her nipples in intervals. And whenever he pinched them, she let out a squeal of pleasure, sometimes right into his mouth while she kissed him.

Soon, they began grinding their hips against each other. Her leather skirt had now ridden up to her waist, and as she ground her groin into his, his prick moved her panty aside. She felt its length against her curls and her slit, and suddenly she knew what she wanted.

"Red," she breathed into his lips, looking into his feverish eyes. "I think I know where your penis is supposed to go."

"Where?" he panted.

"In my vagina."

His eyes widened in realization. It seemed so obvious, now.

Blondie sat back and made him pull off her skirt and panties in a hurry. She didn't give him a chance to admire her slit, pushing him down on his back and climbing on top of him. Pressing the dampness of her lower lips against his prick, she began rubbing herself. There was an urgency in her actions, and she could not slow down.

She took his member in her hand and rose up on one foot to line his head against her hole. But once she felt its width against her narrowness, she began to hesitate. She brushed it against herself and lightly pushed against it, but couldn't find the will to push it in.

"Let me do it," Red said.

"Huh?"

He rose up and pushed her down on her back, her mass of hair providing a soft blanket against the dusty floor. "Let me do it," he repeated, kissing her on the forehead.

She felt his hot heavy breath against her face, and she liked his weight on top of her. She nodded, spread her thighs, and gave him access.

Red took his member in his hand, lined it against her pussy, and gazed into her eyes. Slowly, he inserted himself into her. Her eyes widened as her vagina stretched to gobble up his tip.

"Slowly," she whispered.

Even Red could feel the tightness and he paused, feeling the warm and slick resistance against his member. He pulled out and pushed in again, repeating it until her walls began to ease. However, there was still a resistance that refused yield.

He searched her eyes, and she nodded. Slowly, he let his weight push his prick inside her.

Something tore lightly and she hissed. Red paused but she suddenly grabbed his butt and pulled him into herself. Her eyes watered lightly, but she finally felt full.

Unable to control himself, Red pressed his groin against hers, his red curls merging with her blonde. She relished the fullness inside her as he ground his hips, moving in slow, heavy rotations.

"Pump me!" she finally said, wrapping her arms under his shoulders.

Red placed his arms by her sides and obliged.

He began slowly and tenderly, but as she got used to his presence, he began to give her full and heavy thrusts.

She moaned and met each of his thrusts with her own, and he grunted, their voices echoing in the empty temple. As their movements and voices fell into a steady rhythm, their bodies lit up with a fire they had never felt before. It spread through their entirety, numbing their minds, and lighting up their senses.

Suddenly, the dam of pleasure that had been building up inside her, broke. Blondie wrapped her legs around him and shrieked at the top of her lungs as the dam came crashing down, drowning her in waves of pleasure.

Her release drenched his cock as her insides repeatedly spasmed over his length. Red fell into her breasts and let himself go, thrusting into her with each release, and filling her even more with thick streams of hot cum.

As their orgasms abated, they lay in each other's arms, tired, speechless, and satiated.

"What was that?" Red finally spoke in her ear, kissing it, and then giving it a tiny lick that made her giggle.

"I believe it is called 'fucking'," she told him sagely.

"Oh," he responded, continuing to shower her neck and ear with tiny fleeting kisses.

However, he suddenly seemed to realize something and sat up beside her. Blondie felt something dribble out of her slit, and onto the floor, after his retreat.

"Blondie!" he said, excitedly. "You had wings before! How did you bring them out?"

"I- I don't know," she responded, slightly disappointed that he didn't want to continue their conversation about what they had just done. "I've had a strange itch in my back, since the very first day. I didn't know until last night that it had something to do with wings.

"I don't know how to bring my wings out, though. I won't know until this strange emptiness in my scapulae gets filled."

"Oh... Do you think I can do it too?"

"I don't know. Do you have an itch in your back?"

"No."

"Then maybe not. It's possible that we're different beings... Not that I care."

His shoulders fell for a second before they perked up. "Watch my back," he said, balling up his fists and turning around. "Mmmmmmmm," he hummed, and she could see him grit his teeth as his face turned red.

She wanted to laugh, but she kept mum, taking more interest in watching his naked ass than his back. However, much to her surprise, two tiny red wings popped out of his scapulae. They slowly grew until they were both around two feet long. They were mostly a reddish-orange, gradually turning into white towards the tips.

Red continued to hum long after his wings stopped growing.

"Red!" Blondie cried.

"What?"

Blondie pointed at his wings.

"Oh nice! But why are they so small?"

Thud.

Something fell from the wooden beams of their ceiling, picking up the dust around them. Blondie and Red scrambled for their weapons.

"Most likely because you're an angel, who is not old enough to have full wings," answered a woman, standing upright and stepping towards them. She was half naked and in a feathered headdress. A pair of long, dark, purple wings protruded from her back.

oOoOo

The End.

Author's thoughts: I know this story may not be super original, but my main intention was to write a female character who is likeable to both male and female audiences. I hope I was able to do that.

So, why would I write about a blonde hottie (a stock erotica character)? Well, my only defense is that I have a thing for blondes. As for Red-- I just love the color red. No, I don't have red hair.

Endnote: Blondie and Red are not your typical biblical kind of angels. To know more about them you can read my series 'When Angels Cum' (troll name -- I now call it The Azra-El series as I am now serious about it) or simply wait for me to write more of this, which may take a while. For now, this is the end. Think of it as a one shot until I decide to write more-- I need time and inspiration :P.

I apologize to anyone whose names matched with the antagonists. They were chosen randomly and had the misfortune of falling under my radar.

Happy Endings, I love 'em. But Holy Moly, that scene with Ryan turned out to be much darker than I anticipated. I always surprise myself with what I'm capable of as a writer-- I usually don't care much for dark stories.

Q&A

Q. What's up with you and transmigration stories?

A. I've no idea, but I do love the dumb trope. If done well, it creates a sense of mystery around the characters.

Q. If you have two moons, why not have two suns?

A. What can I say? I am a monogamist towards suns. Just kidding. I am a science guy, and know that having highly evolved life in binary star systems is highly unlikely. So, I can't suspend my disbelief and give my fantasy world two suns.

Q. Why would Blondie have such feelings for Red?

A. Attachment towards the first person you have in your memory? Love at first sight? She likes his attitude. Dependency. There can be any number of reasons.

Q. Why didn't Blondie speak to Albert or Kelly about Ryan? She could have prevented the entire debacle. Isn't she supposed to be smart?

A. She didn't know better. She is memory-wiped, she didn't know these people, and couldn't be sure whom she could trust.

Q. Why are there no kids in the village?

A. Family planning? They've taken precautions to not have children until they've ensured the safety of their survival. Simple as that.

Q. What's up with the childish male characters?

A. Well, Red is Blaze or at least a version of Blaze in an alternate reality/universe.

Q. Why does Red know the names of random creatures?

A. Maybe, in his previous life, he was a prehistoric animal nerd OR maybe he played too much of a game called ARK OR maybe there is something more to it.

Q. Why does he know how to fight so well?

A. Why does Blondie? My theory is that he was a prehistoric animal nerd who was punished for being too nerdy by being put into a gladiatorial ring and forced to fight death matches. Yep. That's the story I'm going with.

Q. How old are Blondie and Red?

A. In human age, Blondie looks ~19/20. Red a year or so younger.