Don't Mess With Dirt
Tom Mazanec

Hunter ran up to the Enclave. His hunt had found something that was not food.
"Dey are coming! Beletamites are coming!" That was enough to chill the blood of the bravest yinglet. South Beletam,
New Beletam, East Beletam, now North Beletam where the Peshtul Confederacy had been, had fallen to Beletam's crusade
to create a Great Beletam Empire from Whitewall Plateaux to The Uncharted South, from the Saltsea to the Ocean of the
Western Edge, with there terrible new shooting sticks. And everywhere they went they skinned or just killed yinglets
without mercy. And yinglets are tough...a skinned yinglet could linger several days.

Hunter and Deep Dark at once began frantically gathering all the yinglets and younglets together to send them to the refuge
hastily prepared for the Enclave. They heard the Beletamites coming even as Deep Dark bagan leading off the refugees.
"I'll lead dem away!" cried Dirt to them and began going off loudly in a different direction. Dirt knew the way, but
all the Beletamites were big...six feet and two hundred pounds at least. They plowed their way after Dirt, as Dirt led
the party after him. Then Dirt began speeding up, trying to leave the Beletamites behind. But to Dirt's horror they were able
to keep up with him and even close the distance. Then Dirt, in his haste, tripped over a tree root and went down.

"We have a special one for King Rila! He will be visiting the new Castle of Special Treatment tomorrow. This will
make a fine toy for him!" cried the leader as he reached Dirt and grabbed his leg. Then a couple Beletamites picked
up Dirt and began carrying him through the woods.

They reached a group of triplods, several with carts attached. The men threw Dirt into one of the carts and slammed and 
locked the door. Dirt knew better than to pound the door...he would save his strength for an opportunity.

The ride continued endlessly, it seemed. Dirt stayed awake as long as he could, but no yinglet can stay awake more 
than a day or so. He was awakened by the door swinging open and rough human hands grabbing his legs. He was dragged
out of the cart and quickly bound hands and feet. Then the Beletamites took him into an ominous looking castle.
Down a long hall and into a large room. There were two tables in the room and, suspended above them, a huge pendulum
hanging from the roof above. As he reached the tables he saw there were shackles on the tables, and the pendulum
was a great axehead, shining in the light of the torches on the wall. Dirt was strapped down on the tables...the axehead thing
was about six inches above his belly. The larget human Dirt had ever heard of, much less seen, slowly pulled the pendulum
far back and set it swinging. "If you think this is just for show, the pendulum drops a hairsbreadth each swing.
We'll be back in about an hour!" And the men went out laughing.

Dirt spent that hour both struggling to get free from the tight metal bonds and to think of a way out of this situation.
But nothing he could do or think of worked. As the minutes passed he saw the men were not boasting...the blade was
slowly lowering. And he could tell the edge was razor sharp and hard. After a very long, yet very short time
Dirt was pulling in his belly with each swing.

"Greetings, scav!" called out a new voice. "I am King Rila XIII, by the Grace of the True God Hitler ruler of Greater
Beletam and His designated Cleanser of scav filth!" The human had stringly hair parted on the side and a small mustache.
Dirt turned back quicly and focused on sucking in his stomach in time with the swinging doom. The next time the blade
cut some fur and left a fine scratch in his skin. 

"Soon I will complete mein Endlösung der Yingletfrage!" The King began gloating in some strange, gutteral language.
Dirt looked at him...the eyes shone strangely. Someone Else was looking through them.

"FAK YOU!" cried Dirt and then closed his eyes and stuck his tongue out at the king, thrusting his belly up as far
as it would go. The bade nearly bisected him.

King Rila screamed furiously and stormed out of the room, leaving the hemorrhaging body behind.




Yinglets are the creation of Valsalia https://www.valsalia.com/
My thanks to shard_of_confusion for permission to use (and kill) his yinglet character Dirt introduced in:
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/42828892
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43245000/