Of Pokegirls and Tamers [Part 3][MF-FF][Monstergirl][Brutal][10K Words]

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You really had to go look for civilization, it didn’t seem like you had good odds of survival out here in the wilds. You’re not sure exactly why it is that your mind so loudly repeated to you what you already had as your primary and main goal, but… well, it’s nice to be reminded about it. Looking at the pouting cat-lady, you make big obvious gestures for her to come over.

She pouts harder and turns to look away much more indignantly than the first time.

“How long until the carrier is done?” You asked muscle-glasses, what was his name again? You kept forgetting it.

“Not long.” He replies.

“Good.” With a nod and a frown, you decide to use this bout of motivation to find civilization to skip a second or two to make a choice and instead begin stomping your way towards the cat-lady. If you’re going to move, you were going to need her to come along. Her ears turn to pick the sound of your feet, she becomes tense but doesn’t turn. Her tail becomes completely still. “Hey.” You call out with a neutral tone, taking out a chocolate bar, the sound of the wrapper earning her looking at you through the corner of her eyes.

A part of you knows this has some risks, but you’ve come to comprehend that so long as she wasn’t losing face and was at least tangentially related to sex, she’d be far more accepting about whatever it was you did to or with her. Taking a bite of the bar, you lean down and kiss her.

The gesture catches her by surprise, probably never having experienced it. Or maybe she had? You weren’t sure, only that she froze as you did this, lips parting easily and accepting the piece of chocolate. Your cheeks are glowing slightly as you hear a holler from Katherine in the background, and promptly ignore her in favour of focusing your attention on the cat-woman. Her mouth closes with a plop, chewing the chocolate with an absent look in her eyes that lasts only until she swallows it in a loud gulp. She looks back up at you and smacks her lips and licking them slowly, the gesture seeming more curious than sensual.

“We need to move.” You raise the chocolate bar and show it to her, taking a step back and prompting her to stand up. “Will you behave?”

Her eyes wander from the chocolate bar to your mouth, and back, she smacks her lips again, absently looking at you as if pondering something. Then, she stands up and grabs the sides of your head with the soft pads of her paw-hands before pulling you into a kiss. It stinks, it’s sloppy, and you were going to eat a pack of mentos after this. But damn if her clumsy enthusiasm didn’t make it very very hard to keep from reciprocating. Hard.

“Purrsian.” She seemed satisfied with the look in your face, her smile a cattish one. You didn’t realize she’d snagged the candy-bar from your hand up and until she’d plopped it into her mouth.

“We leaving now?” Katherine asked, helping her now-thankfully dressed grandfather to stand.

“Yes.” You declared, looking towards muscle-glasses, Alice, and May. They had made a sort of stretcher but apparently meant to be dragged.

“If you put me on that thing, it will be after I’ve half beaten you to death.” Mr Gabriel proclaimed proudly. To which you couldn’t bring yourself to reply, you’d force him there if he slowed you too much, until then you’d let him keep his sense of honour.

“The others went that way.” Alice pointed in the exact direction opposite from where you’d last heard May’s brother screaming from. Made sense. But you had to wonder if that was the best option.

Silently you begin to chew on a mint candy. “Ok, ok, just stop for a minute.” You mutter, rubbing your the bridge of your nose. “I don’t think we should head south.”

“What?” It’s a statement made in unison by everyone else.

“I’ve been thinking about it.” You muttered. “She came from the east.” You point towards the cat-lady who’s currently standing on the sideline and watching curiously, licking her forearm. “If she came from the east, then there must have been water in that direction.”

“…where there’s water there’s civilization.” Gabriel frowned with half a nod, but clearly looking displeased. “But we agreed to meet up with them.”

“It’s not like we’re going in the opposite direction.” You replied. “If we don’t find a river to follow or signs that could lead towards civilization, then we head south and follow them. If we find civilization we can ask for help to rescue them as well.”

They look amongst each other, seeming troubled, but there’s a slow nod amongst them. “I don’t like it, but… south there’s nothing to lead us to believe there’s anything.” Alice spoke with a half-hearted nod.

“Show of hands?” You speak, raising your own. Much to your surprise cat-lady mimics the gesture.

“If she’s in I’m in.” Katherine giggles, raising her own hand, then comes Mr Gabriel, Alice, muscle-glasses, and lastly May.

You sigh in relief, lowering your arm and scratching the back of your head. “With that out of the way, there’s one more thing before we start walking.” You turn towards the cat-lady. “What’s your name?”

She tilts her head as you speak. “Purrsian?”

“I am not going to call her that.” Katherine whispers under her voice.

You take a deep breath, reaching out towards her paw-hand but not grabbing it. She hesitates, but places it in your hold.

“Rick.” You say, pressing her paw against your chest, then move it to the old man. “Gabriel.” Then Ms Smith. “Alice.”

“Kat.” Katherine speaks up, perking at the touch of the paw with a smile.

“May.” You add when pointing at the younger girl. “And, uh…” You pause a second, looking at muscle-glasses. The look he gives you is a heavy unspoken ‘really!?’.

“Tomas.” He says, glaring at you.

Then you move the paw to her own chest.

“Purrsian?” She says, tilting her head, then she reaches to your chest. “Purrsian.” She intones. “Purrsian.” She adds touching Gabriel’s chest. “Purrsian, Purrsian, Purrsian, Purrsian?” She says with each one.

“I am not calling her Purrsian.” Kat hisses once more.

“What do you think?” Alice asks you. “She seems to like you the most.”

“Hm…” You mutter under your breath. “How about Raven? Rav for short.” You nod at yourself.

“No.” Says everyone else at the same time.

“But Rav would be a memorable name?”

“NO.” Say the spoilsports all at once.

You sigh and shake your head in dejection. “How about Monica?” Since this time there’s no instant rejection, you turn towards the feline-woman, using her paw to touch your chest. “Rick.” Then you move it to her chest. “Monica.”

“Meownica.” The cat-lady speaks, perking up. visibly happy about it. “Meownica!”

And everyone gawks.

Once the name had been settled, heading out eastwards had been a relatively easy task. Your eyes glanced towards the naked Monica who was currently happily biting down on the leg she’d taken from one of the corpses once she realized they were leaving. The monster-lady hadn’t needed any sort of explanation regarding their intent and had merely draped a corpse and a half over her shoulder before leisurely walking in front of them.

The unnerving sight of the headless corpse being carried like a sack of potatoes had been the source of uncomfortable silence for quite a while now. You felt that maybe it’d be best to break it. “So…” You briefly cleared your throat.. “Am I the only one who can’t quite make sense of this?”

“I mean besides… you know.” You quickly added, trying to ignore the way her hips swayed or how she looked over her shoulder towards your grup and her smile would grow more and more every time.

“You mean how she can only say two words now?” Alice offered, flushed and pointedly looking elsewhere that wasn’t the leading feline’s derriere. “But only exclusively two words?”

“Yes, that.” You muttered, scratching your head at the conundrum. “If I wasn’t so sure she’s not pretending, I’d have thought she was fucking with us.”

“But she is! So far she’s gotten you and gramps.” Katherine giggled. “Wonder how long it’ll be before she jumps muscle guy.”

“It’s Tomas.” Muscle-glasses spoke with a grumble.

“You’re ripped and cute, I’ll ask for your name when we both wake up naked in the same bed.”

“Katherine!” Gabriel growled.

“Young lady!” Alice balked.

“…!!” Muscle-glasses blushed and shrank into himself, clearly all too timid.

Kat for her part looked about as catty as Monica up ahead. “Oh come on! You had a roll with the cat-lady, right? How can you still be blushing like a virgin?” Tomas only became quieter, his face redder.

For your part, though you appreciated the banter, your focus was elsewhere. The forest was quiet in an unnerving sort of way, as if there just wasn’t any life left in it to make any sound with. The back of your mind was telling you that it was dangerous, and that you should be far more alert.

AWOOOOOO!

The howl startled you, it sounded far, but it was loud enough to be clearly heard. Your head whipped in its direction and warily eyed Monica through the corner of your eye. The feline had also turned in the direction, ears perked and eyes narrowed, but after just a moment she shrugged and continued walking in the same direction she’d been taking thus far. “Th-th-that…” Tomas stuttered something, becoming pale.

You glanced at him with a slight moment of wariness. “What is it?”

“The howling came from the south.”

Immediately you’d begun exchanging complicated looks between each other, all too aware that this was the direction the other had taken. There was very suddenly little doubt that the howling was closely related to the other group. “If they’re being attacked by wolves, they won’t stand a chance without Monica.” Gabriel spoke solemnly.

“If… if the wolves are monsters like Monica…” Kat’s words hung in the air, a sense of dread pervading the group.

“I don’t think we should go there.” Tomas muttered, looking downwards. “If they’re wolf monsters… even with Monica…”

The eyes turned towards you and you gulped. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because if you start walking towards the sound, then Monica will follow.” Katherine said matter-of-factly. “She doesn’t want to lose her favourite dildo!”

The young woman broke into a fit of giggling that cracked a smirk even on Mr Gabriel’s otherwise stoic expression. Monica herself looked over her shoulder and gave a half smile, the sway of her hips and the swing of her tail becoming more pronounced once she confirmed you’d been looking her way. “Even with Monica, if it’s more than one monster we’d be in trouble since one could keep her busy and the other come after one of us.” You nodded along, feeling a sense of weight in your chest. As much as you regretted not being able to help, you were all too aware that you were in no position to boast having power.

“Wolves never howl if they’re alone.” May muttered, the collective nod was given.

Silence followed, an uncomfortable one at that. Everyone present knew what was likely happening over at the other group, and a sense of shame and guilt pervaded past the relief of not being put into a life or death situation. The footfalls were feeling heavier even as the sun had reached past its summit and was now very slowly starting to head towards the horizon. “Look.” Alice quietly nudges your shoulder, you turn your head to look towards the left.

You blinked as you saw a tree with its bark stripped away, deep claw marks all over the bare area. As soon as you notice this you also begin to spot those markings in several other trees, and though for a brief instant you worry, you realize they’d been done by Monica. It seemed you were entering her territory. Wonder how safe it was, were there less monsters here? Or would she have somehow gathered some she’d considered likeable? You could only wonder how a woman as lustful as her had passed the time before your group had appeared.

The number of markings on the trees seems to increase the further ahead you go, and the further you go, the happier Monica seems to be. The silence of the forest is slowly breaking from a sound you can barely register, you have to take a moment to stop and listen to realize it’s the sound of squeaking. The others notice this as well, and you glance at one another with a slight silent worry.

Eventually, the flatland of the forest takes an abrupt upwards incline that is rather quick to leave Mr Gabriel even as you’ve barely gone a couple dozen meters. “Meownica!” The feline calls out while dropping the corpse and vanishing through the foliage.

As soon as does this the squeaking changes from an almost rhythmic sound to a shrill scream that only grows louder and more terrified. Something kicks in the back of your head and you run ahead of the others, climbing further up the steep hill and finding that the corpses had been dropped at the entrance of a naturally forming small cave. It’s not deep enough for the insides to be hidden in darkness, so it’s easy for you to see the one doing the sound.

She is small, barely a meter thirty, probably less, and she looked just shy of being dead. Her whole body was covered with dirt, bruises, and half-closed lacerations; she was missing a couple of her front teeth, one of her ears gone while the other mouse-ear looked chewed up. Her body was covered in a light gray fur, but large swathes were missing and her pronounced face that looked more akin to a muzzle was currently split open as she screamed for her life. The reason was simple, she was being dragged towards the cave entrance by Monica from her mouse-like tail. It was now that you noticed both her legs seemed broken as well.

“Purrsian.” Monica cheerily dropped the monster-woman in front of you, grinning from ear to ear as the poor creature became so tense she froze solid, only just narrowly looking at you from the corner of her eyes.

One part of you, a huge part, was horrified at the state the mouse was in, at the realization of what Monica had done to this poor creature, and for God only knew how long. Many many questions bubbled from within you at the mere sight of the poor small girl. Just what sort of life did these monsters have? Why had all the ones you’d met thus far look female with extra parts? How had you ended up here?

But all that was pushed back when Monica kept looking at you with those pure emerald eyes. She’d done this because she didn’t know better hadn’t she? Because she had sexual urges and up until you she clearly had never found a partner who’d willingly stay with her. “Yes Monica, well done.” You smiled slightly, the thought of promoting her keeping her prey alive one that followed after your words. What if you found another Monica? Though the thought was daunting, the idea of having two super-powered women tagging along and protecting you felt like a much better option.

You reached into your pocket and took out one of the chocolate bars, splitting it and offering a piece. Monica beamed and leaned forwards, lips wrapping around your fingers as she suckled on them for quite longer than she would’ve needed. “Meownica~.” She huskily whispered, touching her chest, groping it with half a moan before releasing your fingers with a wet pop, and then touching yours. “Purrsian~.” …you’d have to look deeper into the whole ‘only two words’ later.

Splitting off another piece for her, you give a slight reassuring smile. “Yes, yes, Monica and Rick.” You turned your attention towards the mouse. A deep wave of grief and pity washes over you.

Carefully, slowly, you reach to touch the diminutive mouse-woman’s head. She flinches and barely makes a sound, becoming incredibly tenser than a moment ago. “There there.” You muttered, crouching next to her to take a closer look at her condition, but opting to focus to calm her down first. Placing the chocolate relatively in front of her face, you wait her out. Tension bleeds ever so slightly into curiosity after almost a minute. By now you’ve heard the silent gasps of the others at the sight of the mouse-woman, but you ignore them. Another minute passes, and curiosity increased enough for her to sniff at it, snout twitching at the smell.

Another minute, and her tiny hands grasped the chocolate and put it into her mouth so fast you couldn’t have stopped her had you tried. A squeak followed tears streaming down the girl’s cheeks while she covered her mouth, eating the chocolate. It’s a stream of squeaking sounds as she sobs, closing her eyes and curling up tightly, shuddering for well over a minute before she became deathly still and quiet. She slumped to the side, unmoving. You feel a moment of panic before noticing the slow movement of her chest at her slight breathing.

Now seems as good a time as any to inspect her more closely. You’re surprised she’s still alive. Besides the wounds, her body showed signs of dehydration and starvation, she was very thin, and her fur was falling down in clumps. Both her legs had been snapped cleanly, it was done so perfectly you could only explain it as having been Monica specifically preventing her escape. Which made sense in a sombering way if she wanted to ensure she had someone to fuck whenever she felt like doing so.

Your eyes raise from the girl to look at Monica, the feline had plopped herself down into sitting cross-legged and watching you curiously, biting down on the human thigh she’d brought along as food. “Is she…?” Alice speaks up now that you’d stopped your inspection, looking very pale.

“Exhausted, starved, it’s a miracle she’s alive at all.” You muttered.

“These ladies seem far sturdier than they look.” Mr Gabriel spoke with a serious expression. “Makes you wonder what kind of place we’ve ended up at.”

You can only nod before glancing behind you towards the trees, the incline was undoubtedly moving all of you higher up, but you’d yet to get up enough to be able to see past the tree-line. Would the hill go that far? There was also the question about water, since this seemed Monica’s lair, then you had little doubt there should be a source of water somewhere nearby… how you’d find it was another thing entirely. And that wasn’t considering that the mouse-girl was clearly not doing too well, there were a couple wounds still open even if not bleeding. Should you even consider attempting to give a treatment?

“Any of you think you can deal with her wounds? I’m going to have to head out with Monica.” You declared with a voice that sounded more tired than you’d expected.

Mr Gabriel nodded. “I’m no expert, but we only have medicinal alcohol; that much I can handle.”

“Good, thanks.” You nodded with half a sigh of relief.

“What else can we do?” muscle-glasses spoke out in hesitation, there was a look in his eyes that felt… desperate like he couldn’t stand the idea of just being there doing nothing.

“Then you could look for some firewood.” You declared, scratching your head. “This area seems to be Monica’s territory, so there shouldn’t be dangers, but… still, be careful.”

“Yes.” He says with a slight enthusiasm in his voice.

“You should prepare camp.” You glance towards Alice whilst May remained quietly at her side. “We can’t all be split up, and by the looks of things it’ll be getting dark soon.”

“We’re low on food.” Alice gave you a warning look. “We have only one ration left for each of us.”

Your eyes glanced at the corpse Monica had brought along, and you felt yourself going greener. “If we find any… other… food, bring it.”

“I’ll go with Mr great-abs.” Kat spoke out. “I’ll keep an eye out for vegetarian diet foods, though I think the slab of meat will have all my attention.”

Her smirk was honest, her smile filled with mirth, and the laughter at the abruptly blushing Tomas very enthusiastic. “I’ll look for water with Monica”

“Oh, if that’s the case.” Alice opened her bag and handed you over three empty two-litre bottles.

Thanking her, you stretched and stood up while Mr Gabriel knelt beside the battered mouse.

You turned towards Monica, watching the cross-legged feline being completely unabashed at her exposed sex and naked breasts, and completely uncaring of the blood and gore she was drenching on herself. Now… how were you going to do this?

Your brain churns for a moment, trying to figure out how you were going to do this. “Water.” You say to her, and, obviously, she just tilts her head at you. Easiest option out of the window, time for take two. Leaning forwards, you’re juuu~ust about to stretch out your tongue to make a licking like motion, but you just need a second to see the gleam in her eyes and you know that she will absolutely not take the gesture in the way you intended.

Kat chortled but kept quiet, apparently having read your thoughts. “Water.” You bring out the still half-full bottle, pouring some of it into your cupped hand and this time doing the licking motion albeit on to the little water there.

“Purrsian?” She puts down the remains of the thigh. One more time.

“Water.” The reiteration is spoken, drinking from the bottle a bit, then doing the gesture all over again.

“Purr…” She pouts, glancing away for a moment, somewhere towards the north. She huffs and stands up, and you could swear the look on her face could only be read as: ‘Only because I want some too’.

With a massive pounce, she leaps down the hill, landing with the sort of grace gold-medal gymnasts would’ve killed to have. Then she looked up the hill at you, tail swishing impatiently. “You heard the lady.” Kat giggled before taking Tomas’ hand. “We’ll go look for wood and berries, though I’m sure I can find all the wood I could need at-!”

“Katherine Roch Garcia, not one more word!” Mr Gabriel snapped, glaring at her.

“Eep, run!” She dragged the young man away into the forest. With this being the cue for you as well, you moved to get down the hill, following the path you’d taken to go up, finding Monica already having started to walk ahead a bit. You try to catch up, but somehow find that the moment you start to walk a little bit faster so does she.

She shoots you a hot look over her shoulder, bouncing her hips left and right in a taunting manner while her tail swished in very wide arcs. “Meownica.” She purred the word with pride.

There was no way you would be able to catch up to her if the both of you started running with everything you got. You were certain you wouldn’t catch up if she even ran at half of everything she had. Adding to this, the mid-day had been passed, and there were not roads or trails to follow. So instead you set out in a light jog.

At the first instant she’d thought you’d been about to break into a sprint and had done so herself. The distance very quickly grew, and you very nearly lost sight of her. But when she looked over her shoulder to see where you were at she stopped, pouted, and waited for you to get close. Then she repeated the whole thing, three more times. By then she seemed to realize you weren’t going to bite on that particular bait and huffed, turning away from you in indignation. That was when you slapped her ass as you passed by.

She yowled, springing three meters into the air, nay, rocketing high into the sky, and landed with an absolute look of stunned indignation the likes of which you’d never thought anyone would be able to display. Quickly she caught up with you with a half-glare, looking at you steadily as you kept your pace unconcerned. “Purrsian!” She proclaimed, trying to grab your attention, to no avail, you weren’t going to stop. That was, until her paw-hand grasped your head, it was then that you couldn’t really move any further. “Purrsian.” She forced you to look her into her eyes, glowering at you for a long moment and then letting you go.

You felt like she’d just tried to scold you. Instead, you were the one to decide to be cheeky and stepped into her personal space and licked her face. Monica snorted loudly at that and looked at you with half incredulity, huffing loudly and then taking the lead again. She kept your pace, but you could tell there was something in her mind because she kept looking at you and then ahead, her ears rotating every which way. There was little doubt in regards whether it was threatening or not, but there was definite curiosity.

Soon you could hear what her ears had been picking up: running water. Your pace rose at the slight excitement, you didn’t notice how she slowed down until she was standing right next to you just as you’d reached the edge of what you could only categorize as a very small river or a big stream.

That was when her paw smacked you in the back. The next moment you were drenched, sitting in the middle of the crystal clear and freezing cold stream, the depth barely enough for the water to reach your nipples. And Monica was just a couple steps away starting to laugh her ass off. “Purr Purr Purr.” She kept saying while holding her sides, her melodious voice rising more and more with the laughter.

The plan was simple, you were going to take off your clothes, get clean, and tease her while doing so… maybe even tempt her into her trying the whole “getting clean with more than one’s own tongue” thing. There was just one problem. The moment you’d finished drinking some water, removed the backpack, and the shirt she’d tackled you back down, grinding her whole body against you, sealing your mouth with her own, pressing her hot pliant skin with unstoppable fervour.

But stop she had, because you began shouting. “Wait, wait, wait!” It was loud and incessant and she complied once you’d managed to escape her kissing. The look she gave you was irritated and impatient. Rather than try to steer away from it, which you knew at this point was a lost cause, you instead hurried to remove the rest of your clothes so that at least they’d be drying off under the sun and away from the water.

“Purr.” The look she gave you was of approval.

AAaa~aand right back to being tackled. Contrary to myth she had little care about the water, all too focused on getting everything you could offer instead. You were happy to oblige.

“Like this.” You say, sipping some water, gargling, and then spitting it out.

Monica looked at you and, carefully, imitated the gestures. She sipped some water, drank some, sipped some more, gargled, and then spat it.

“Yes!” You claimed in victory, pulling her into a kiss, one she quickly reciprocated eagerly, pulling you into her embrace.

She was getting way better at this. “Purrsian?” She was flushed, her face leaning into your neck, hot breath on our ear.

“It’s… ah… it’s called clean breath.” You said, trying to explain, unsure how much she was absorbing. She leaned back, eyes flashing with curiosity as she puckered her lips.

“That’s kissing.” You added, doing just that, feeling slightly overwhelmed at all the tongue she kept adding to the formula even for the lightest ones. It was like she wanted to taste all of you.

You weren’t going to complain… so long as she didn’t stink of rotten meat.

“Purr…” She grasped your hand and guided it towards her loins, the heat of her sex feeling like a warm oven against your touch.

“We need to return to the others.” You said, kissing her cheek.

Monica pouted and gave you the sexy variant of kitty-eyes. It was your newest weakness.

“No, no, we really need to go.” You forced yourself back into reality, it was going to get dark very soon, the sun might not have reached the horizon, but the forest darkened fast. She seemed to realize the intent behind your words and sighed dejectedly.

It was you who had to step away, getting out of the water that had stopped feeling cold well over an hour ago, and despite all the activity that had taken place around this particular area, you felt somewhat refreshed. No sooner were you headed to your clothes that a blur of flesh and determination had gotten there faster, your clothes getting snagged by Monica. “Purr.” She declared indignantly, burying her nose on the clothes and purring, suddenly the grin in her face spoke that she wanted to keep the clothes for more than just to prevent you from putting them on.

You’re willing to part with some of your clothes, but you’re not too sure how to convince her that there’s room to negotiate. Shoe-less, approaching her could mean she’d run, and shoeless you were going nowhere. It was clear she wasn’t going to like the idea that you’d sneakily take everything away the moment she gave you the opportunity to do so. It took a lot of thinking, before just giving up and looking at her with half-hope and expectation. “Please?” You asked, now it was your turn to do the Ricky-puppy-eyes.

She huffed really loudly when she saw you looking at her like that, then pouted, then huffed, then yowled at you. Then gave you your clothes, pouting harder. There was something about the way she deflated that felt just so… un-Monica, up until now you’d seen her being full of confidence, only allowing you to get what you wanted when you really put your foot down.

You’d never thought that asking nicely would get wild-rumble-and-tumble Monica to agree to it with such minimal resistance. As soon as you’d grabbed the clothes she’d deflated further, seeming utterly defeated and demotivated as you began to put those layers of clothes she’d have to try to get you out off of sooner or later. There was a definite feeling that you had to reward her for this.

Dressing up quickly, you stopped when you were going to put on your shirt. “Monica.” You called out to her, she turned her head upon hearing her name, you approached and helped her raise her arms in the air.

The woman was curious and complied, watching you move around her. When you put the shirt on her, you’d considered buttoning up the front, but… well, there were certain aspects of Monica’s anatomy that made that attempt fruitless in its entirety. A pair of bountiful mounds of fruitlessness. As soon as the shirt was on, she raised both arms as she looked down at her body, carefully she sniffed the shirt on one side, then the other. Her eyes turned towards you with wide disbelief, her mouth slightly wide, the woman yowled and hugged herself before turning around towards her cave.

This time she didn’t do her running shenanigans, instead appearing to orbit around you, going this way and that, smelling a tree or a bush or the ground, leaving scratches on certain trees, smelling the shirt, and continuing on her seemingly spastic investigation of the darkening forest. By the time you’d gotten back it was fully dark and… there was no fire.

Monica didn’t seem to notice or mind, having puffed up as she approached, practically swaggering when she leapt onto the small area in front of the cave she called home.

You heard some laughter before you got there, and you were greeted by the sight of Katherine cooing over the shirt and Monica seeming to swell like a balloon the more Kat spoke about how well it looked on her. “Are you trying to distract from the fact that you didn’t find firewood?” Your question made Kat to freeze on the spot and look the other way.

“They did find food.” Alice offered, showing to you a bag filled with what looked like berries, though you’d be lying if you said you could recognize them.

“Any poisonous ones?” Kat flinched again.

“All the ones I recognize are edible at least. And look at this one.” Alice brought out a fist-sized grape.

Your belly decided to remind you it had gone most of the day without a meal and that Monica had been the sole responsible for a great deal of the calorie consumption these past 24 hours. The culprit was currently biting on a ripped arm, albeit seeming very careful not to let the blood stain the white shirt… which appeared to be a task in of itself.

“…extreme care then.” You muttered, turning towards Mr Gabriel. “How was she?”

“Only woke up to eat and fell asleep again.” He declared, you noted the mouse was currently sleeping with her head on his thigh, but the position was such he was between her and everyone else. The old man had a gentle hand on her head, fingers idly touching her hair; there was a look of pity in his eyes as he stroked her head. “She went through a lot.” He muttered under his breath, glancing at Monica for a second. “Makes you think what else is the norm in this strange place.”

An idea struck you as he said this. “Has any of you spotted any animals in the forest? Any at all?”

The others looked at each other and shook their collective heads. “I haven’t seen even so much as a bird.” You muttered, feeling a chill up and down your spine and glancing at Monica again for only a moment. “…and she seems pretty used to eating… that.”

Alice frowned. “What do you mean?”

“What if…” You made a slight gesture towards the mouse, and then towards Monica. “What if they’re what’s normal in these parts? That they are all humans with odd animal traits and behaving wildly?”

The group’s collective sense of dread increased by a notch. “Are you saying there’s nothing else? Just… human-shaped monsters?” Tomas spoke carefully.

“I… I don’t know.” The realization shook you. “But I don’t think we should operate thinking it’s the case. There’s a stream north of here, if we follow it, it should take us to a river, and civilization is always near rivers.”

“…” Everyone was looking at you with scepticism, though they nodded. You knew they had to, otherwise, it’d mean they were giving up on finding safety.

“We should sleep.” Alice broke the silence. “And tomorrow we should climb the hill before going to the river and check if there’s anything we can see from up there.”

“Agreed.” Came the collective response, you nodded along.

“Just… one thing.” Kate spoke, looking nervous. “What if… we run out of… vegetarian options?”

The dread became heavier, only the sound that of Monica eating the meat of who had once been someone riding along the bus along all of you. There was a collective shudder. “Let’s pray it doesn’t come to that.” Mr Gabriel stated grimly.

Silently, everyone agreed, each going towards their own little corner of the cave to lay down. Kat stuck to Tomas, and May had never left Alice’s side. Mr Gabriel merely laid back against the cave wall and closed his eyes with the mouse sleeping with her head on his leg.

Monica watched through those almost shining emerald eyes, taking her time to finish her meal before her focus went towards you. A smile appeared on her face and she crawled towards you, going around you once and pressing you against the floor with a kiss you felt too tired to fight against. “Meownica.” She whispered softly, cuddling her body atop yours with a catty smile.

It took some effort, but with how tired you were, it was easier than you’d thought to fall asleep even while under the attentive eye of the feline woman.

Something hot and warm was what woke you up, and then, orgasm. You groaned, the intensity of the sensation catching you completely by surprise. “Purrsian.” Monica spoke with a look of satisfied contempt, her hips grinding against yours, the shirt draping down her flanks and just barely hiding her nipples from onlookers, but leaving them perfectly framed for you who was currently under her.

“Monica?” You had to ask, gears in your head not quite spinning properly just yet.

“Meownica.” She replied, catching your hands to bring them to her breasts and yowling loudly right after. Her face flushed deeply, her grin spread wide, the woman raising both arms to put them behind her head and moan so loud it was almost a scream. You grunted again at the sensation of tightness, noting how Monica’s eyes were aimed at the insides of the cave, seemingly having noticed something… You moaned at the feeling of her instant orgasm, her inner walls clenching around you and massaging along with the feeling of the purr that just… sent you over the edge.

Starting to come down from the second orgasm, something clicks in your head and you bite back a curse when you realize she’d torn your belt and the hem of your pants to get you “out”. You’d complain about it after she’d calmed down, right now she’d dismounted and had started to get you hard again using that hot mouth and very very flexible tongue. And nothing short of an absolute moron would have her stop.

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