Hello, Stopgamers! I decided to post another short story of mine, written for a literary duel, the main condition of which is the presence of tits and kittens. The story was written in 2 hours, so it’s a bit rough. But I’m interested in the opinion, I plan to correct and rewrite it in the future. Maybe you’ll like it? 🙂 Happy reading!
Stupid https://glimmer-casino.co.uk/ Gringo
That very night, the triple full moon – the time of the great hunt.
The Hunter sneaks through the wilderness of the jungle, his every step is perfectly planned: no unnecessary noise or movements, everything is clear and rational. At first glance it seemed that he was naked, but this was far from the case. The hunter was smeared with a special clay that absorbs odor and heat signature. In his hand he held the bone handle of a long metal knife, sparkling in the rays of the moons.
Some sounds were heard ahead. The hunter hid and began to peer. In the dim lighting of the moons, he saw as if during the day, because before the hunt he sat for two days in a cave in absolute darkness without food, tempering and sharpening his senses.
The hunter saw the source of the sound – it was a chinjuya, a dangerous predator, a mammalian lizard. The predator buried the remains of its prey, digging the ground with long and sharp claws. It was as if he felt the Hunter’s gaze, and turned his long, toothy mouth in his direction. The hunter froze, he looked straight into the eyes of the beast, but without fear: chinjuya sees only warmth. The clay did its job, the beast turned away and continued burying the victim. The hunter crept closer, he prepared to jump on the beast. Suddenly, a bright flash appeared from the depths of the forest, blinding the Hunter. He hid behind a tree, heard a scream of a predator, then a hissing sound, as if someone was cooking something, and then he smelled something fried.
The Hunter’s eyes recovered, he looked at the beast: it was dead, a large hole had been made in its one and a half meter carcass.
Some kind of whistling sound began to come from the place where the flash appeared. The sound intensified until a man in a black spacesuit with a rifle in his hands appeared, standing on a levitating disk. Behind him flew another, larger disk, on which lay a bag stuffed with something.
“Gringo,” said the Hunter to himself.
Gringo landed next to the carcass of a predator. He hid his gun and pulled out a big knife. He began to butcher the beast, Gringo cut out the mammary glands, loaded them into a bag, and left the remains to rot in place. The hunter noticed that the entire bag was filled with mammary glands.
“Dirty, stupid Gringo Poacher,” thought the Hunter with contempt.
Gringo rose up and flew deeper into the forest, in search of new victims.
The hunter jumped up, he ran breaking the wind, skirting bushes, trees, jumping over ravines on vines. The hunter hoped to overtake Gringo in a roundabout way and he succeeded.
Hiding behind a tree, the Hunter began to wait for Gringo to fly past. And so Gringo approached, the Hunter came out of his hiding place, swung a heavy wooden snag, which he picked up not long after. Hit! Gringo fell from the disk, the last one flew a couple of meters and crashed into a tree, getting stuck in it. The poacher’s helmet cracked from the impact, and all that was left of the driftwood was sawdust. Gringo passed out.
****
The poacher woke up. His head was heavy and he felt nauseous. Looks like he got a concussion. Gringo rose from the ground. What happened to his spacesuit?? His helmet? He was practically naked, a light gray contact suit and a pair of socks, that’s all he was wearing. And the poacher’s grief smelled terribly of rotten meat, he was all smeared with something. Gringo is terrified.
-Ahh, the Gringos will wake up.
-A? who’s here?
The Hunter was sitting on the tree above, he sparkled in the darkness with his knife, sharpening it on the “flint”.
-Stupid, stupid Gringo. What are you doing here?? Why are you forgetting here?? Oh yes to kill. A lot and stupid. Forest, do not tolerate stupidity and poaching. Death awaits you for this.
-Death? No no! You don’t understand! I’m not a poacher! Although it may seem so. “I’m a scientist,” Gringo justified himself in a trembling voice.
-I think you’re a fool, not a scientist. When you cut off the mammary glands, they are not right..
-Yes, in their pure form they release a strong drug, but that’s not why I collect them! I want to make medicine out of them! I am a biologist, a doctor, but what do you think, a healer?!
-You are a fool, not a healer! The tits you rip off are wrong because they are men’s!
-Like men’s?
-And like this. You only kill chinju cables. Women have twice the size of their tits and three times their ass, Biholoag,” the Hunter laughed.
Gringo felt ashamed, indeed, females are very different from males. He’s such a fool!
-I’m a fool! Forgive me, let me go, I won’t do this again!
-Only the forest will let you go or not. “Here,” the Hunter threw the knife towards Gringo. He fell between his legs, if only a little higher! This frightened the would-be biologist very much, but he pulled himself together and pulled out the knife.
-What should I do?
-Survive. Go forward, if the forest is merciful, it will give you life.
-What am I, where does this smell come from??
-I will smear you with chinjui glands, this will scare away small predators and other males.
-Can you return my equipment??
-No! The forest requires honor. There is no technology. Goodbye Gringo.
The hunter disappeared into the shadows of the trees.
****
Gringo walked forward, he shied away from every rustle. He saw very poorly and practically had no bearings on where he was going. The vileness, the vile smell of glands, the terrible heat made his path unbearable. How good it was in the spacesuit! And climate control, and excellent optics, and a blessed transport disc! But he lost all this due to his stupidity. You can’t tell a male from a female, and it’s also called a biologist!
Gringo sat down on the ground, he needed to rest, he was not used to walking so much. Suddenly, there was some rumbling. The biologist became wary, he stood up and pulled out a knife. He backed away when he suddenly tripped over a branch and fell. He stood up and saw a kitten in front of him. Little cute green defenseless kitten. He meowed, then walked up to Gringo and licked his head with his rough tongue. The biologist’s heart almost sank, but realizing that it was a kitten, he felt better. He began to stroke him and lisp him, at least for a moment he felt better: the feeling of imminent death had dulled.
-Good kitten, good. Where’s your mom? What are you doing alone in the woods??
He shouldn’t have said that. Two red lights lit up behind his back. Gringo saw them in the reflection of the kitten’s eyes. He felt a large lump in his throat, he was paralyzed.
The kitten’s mother came out of the bushes – a large, hefty green cat, something between a tiger, a cheetah and a leopard. She sniffed the biologist, snorted, then walked around him and took the kitten by the scruff of the neck with her teeth. Then she turned, back to Gringo and doused him with a sharp stream, and then shuffled with her hind paw and retreated into the depths of the forest.
It took Gringo a long time to come to his senses. But the ominous sounds of the forest brought him to his senses, he had to go. He stood up and walked forward with all his strength.
The biologist walked for several hours when suddenly he slipped on a vine again and rolled down the slope. Gringo tore his overalls and scratched his face. He passed out.
****
Several hours passed, Gringo woke up, it was already day. His whole body ached and itched. The biologist looked around, it looked like he had wandered into some kind of clearing. He was very thirsty and hungry, but had no strength to move. It looks like his death hour has come. And then a terrible scream was heard, the loudest he had heard during his stay in this damned forest. Adrenaline filled his veins, suddenly Gringo got a second wind. He was able to get up. The biologist wanted to get a knife, but it was nowhere to be found. Looks like he lost it during the fall. But the knife was useless here. A two-meter long beast came out of the forest, covered in fur, with a massive jaw and long paws. He looked a lot like a bear.
The beast was furious, he was excited by the smell of the biologist’s blood mixed with the stinking aroma of the mammary glands of the chinjui. Saliva dripped copiously from his mouth.
What to do where to run? And can you escape here?? All that remains is to accept death with dignity. Gringo sat down, covered his head with his hands and began to wait for his punishment from the forest.
He no longer heard or saw anything, he went deep into himself. He sat for a minute, two, three; they seemed like an eternity to him. But why is he still alive?? The biologist managed to open his eyes. The bear beast was dead. The hunter skinned him.
-And Gringo? They’ll wake up?
-Chhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhof?
-Nothing. I’ll just kill the little guy. While he’s distracted by you, I’ll come at him from behind and cut his neck. Stupid Gringo losing my knife, ok I’ll find it.
-Now you’ll kill me?
-For what? You’re not tasty. You’ve already made enough. Moreover, you will serve your punishment well. You’re a good bait.
The hunter pressed a button on the cuff that previously belonged to Gringo. A disk with a bag of glands arrived. He then took off the cuff and handed it to the biologist.
-You can go. Wait a minute though.
The hunter cut off the mammary gland from the menge and handed it to Gringo.
-These glands have a stronger effect. I’ll keep your bag. Go and don’t be stupid anymore.
Gringo sat on the disk and flew away. The Hunter never saw him again. It was a good lesson for Gringo, and a successful hunt for the Hunter.