A Study of the Fred

Lord Charles Herman - A Study of the Fred

The Fred cannot be observed by usual means. He is loathe to leave his natural environment, the sewer, for two reasons. Firstly, the Fred is extraordinarily photosensitive. Whilst he can survive in daylight, the skin becomes crisp and brittle, the eyes cloud and become covered with a menstrual cataract. The fleshy pustules upon his brow and arms erupt, much like the face of a slum dwelling teenage boy.

These changes do not cause the Fred pain; indeed, the Fred does not seem to feel pain the way ordinary humans do. However, the changes wrought by daylight do cause the Fred distress. He knows, once he returns to the bitch-nest, that his sunlight-hardened skin will be peeled by other Freds and used as an implement of digging to further increase the expanse of the lair. The bloody, fish-smelling cataracts will be sucked from his eyes by Fred pups eager for sustenance.

Such is the community of the Fred.

Secondly, and perhaps more bizarrely, the Fred initially appears to miss the companionship of his deformed brethren. The first time I observed this spectacle - watching a young male Fred leaving a lair but hesitantly so, turning back often and making a guttural keening noise not unlike that of a squirrel having its mouth forced open by a farmer – I admit I felt some emotion, a small spark of pity. Perhaps these creatures do have some sense of family?

Alas, no. It became quite apparent that, rather than showing reluctance to be apart from the swollen teats of a Fred brood-mare, the Fred knows that once he leaves the lair his place will be usurped. Squabbling like excited fish with legs, the remaining Freds in the lair reorganise themselves. The males take the departed Fred’s place at the distended piss-bosoms of the brood-mare, whilst the females gather at the swollen birth canal of the alpha, or arch-Fred, hungry for his stink.

It appears that there is a clear hierarchy in any Fred bitch-nest. Firstly, there is the arch-Fred. He demands total loyalty from others in the lair. He is not seen as hunter, or gatherer, or provider. He is aloof and cold, insisting on total obedience. If this is not observed, the offending member of the lair is denied the filthy pleasures of his birth canal until such time as they can prove themselves worthy.

Below the arch-Fred are the uber-Freds. Whilst not as large as (and lacking the fierce intelligence of) the arch-Fred, these can still be fearsome opponents. However, their senses are normally dulled by the rhythmic suckling of Fred pups, and their interests mainly consist of feeding upon their young or idly stroking their small twig-like members, providing rich nourishment for the arch-Fred.

The Fred brood-mare can usually be categorised as an arch-Fred, although some captives, having gone through the transformation ritual and reached the status of Fred pup, may also be used for breeding purposes.

Finally, there are the Fred pups. These yammering bugger-monkeys are the workers of the bitch-nest. Their days are spent searching for potential converts to the Fred existence, scrabbling for insects, expanding the lair, and pleasuring each other with their swollen tongues.