Monster Hunter

Monster Hunter (2)

Erika grew up wanting to be a monster Hunter. In her village, Jumbo, there was no higher honour. Very few reached such an esteemed status, but those that did were remembered forever in the village’s hall of legends.

I woke early, today was a big day, my first monster hunt outside of the training school. The school had taught me so much, I felt ready to take on some of the smaller tasks. The job today, ridding the village farmer’s field of a herd of Mosswine that were ruining his crops. I rose from my bed and stared at my reflection in the mirror.
I wasn’t really built for a Hunter; my small, petit body couldn’t hold the bigger weapons and heavier armours they use at the training school, instead my trainers taught me to be quick and agile, to dodge attacks more than withstanding them, which I was getting pretty good at. They also gave me a small weapon, apparently belonging to the founder of the training school; they called it ‘Black Doom Flame.’
I grabbed my armour and changed into it, then observed myself again. The armour was mostly given to me by my grandmother, made by her specifically for me; she called it ‘Shinobi.’ The armour was simply a small skirt around my waist and an elegant looking shirt, which allowed me the freedom and movement needed for my fighting style. Also, I had some boots provided by the training school, made from a Black Gravios.
I headed out to the farm, handing the farm hand a small contract fee, to cover any accidents or injuries, and then I set off into the vast expanse of grasslands behind the farmhouse.
I knew from my training that Mosswines were small creatures covered in moss, with a small head plate made from bone, but it looked like metal.
“Be careful out there, kiddo,” said the farm hand, “There’s a nest of Vespers way down the bottom.”
‘Vespers?’ I thought to myself, ‘He must mean Vespoids, the small bugs.’
I set off into the farm, keeping a sharp eye over the vast fields of varying crops, searching for the little piggies I was hunting. I had been told to hunt ten of them, and any carves I could keep for myself, which was fair enough, considering the ridiculously low reward I was going to receive upon a successful hunt.
Movement to my left caught my eye, so I instinctively drew my weapon and took cover, edging closer to the source of the movement. Sure enough, a Mosswine emerged, it’s snout snuffling around on the ground. I lunged forward and drew my sword deep into its back, flames spilling from my weapon and scorching its back. The pig let out a squeal and curled up on the floor, dead. I grabbed my small dagger and carved the plate from its head, I figured this would be the most valuable part of the Mosswine.
From nowhere, a Mosswine caught me off guard, tackling me to the ground, my sword dropped from my hand as the pig trampled and stamped on me. I fought my way away from it and grabbed my blade, plunging it deep into the Mosswines gut as it attempted to trample me again. I carved its head plate and set off into the farm again, searching out more of the pigs.
Several hours later, I found myself hunting down the last Mosswine, after it had sneakily charged at me then fled; I was following its footprints in the dirt, heading towards the overgrown area at the bottom of the farm.
‘Hmm,’ I thought to myself, ‘Surely I can handle a few Vespoids? Besides, the Mosswine can’t be too far in, and the Vespoids are probably really deep.’
I drew my weapon and set off into the bushes. Twigs and dried leaves crunched beneath my feet as I carefully stepped through the brush, keeping my eyes and ears alert for any sight or sound of the Mosswine or of any bugs. Soon enough, I heard a familiar snuffling sound not too far ahead of me. Filled with joy, I dashed quickly through the brushes, the worry about the Vespoids leaving my mind completely. I saw the Mosswine in a clearing not too far ahead, and sprinted full on, drawing my sword and plunging it into the back of the unsuspecting animal, causing it to squeal loudly, and then it was silent. Its squeal echoed through the bushes eerily as I carved it, then I heard a low buzzing noise.
I panicked and looked around, my eyes scanning the bushes for any movement, I already knew, however, that a Vespoid wouldn’t be seen until it was right upon me. I backed off the way I entered the clearing, my eyes darting around the overgrowth, when a sharp pain coursed through my shoulder. I turned to see a huge Hornet-like bug, its stinger buried in my shoulder. I felt its poison pump into me as I jerked my shoulder from the Vespoid, slashing it with my sword.
My blade missed as the bug flittered around quickly, avoiding each strike. My arm was getting weak, I know the bug had poisoned me, but I didn’t know exactly what effects the poison would have. Again I struck at the wasp, only to have its stinger pierce my sword arm. I winced and slashed madly, determined to bring down the bug before the poison spread through my whole body. My frenzied slashing paid of, as my sword cut through the Vespoid, causing it to let out a high pitched squeal, then fall to the floor. I grinned and rolled up my sleeve, the bug had left a small pinprick in my arm; I then lowered the armour on my shoulder and looked at my injury, again, only a small pinprick. Still grinning I stood up, my arms both felt like weights attached to my body, and the feeling was now travelling across my chest. I looked around to see an entire swarm of the bugs, buzzing angrily at me. My sword dropped, as did my jaw, and I fell to my knees, resigning myself to the Vespoids. They buzzed around me, their stingers piercing my skin whenever and wherever they could, my entire body soon felt like a dead weight, and I watched the world turn sideward as I fell to the ground. I felt the numbness spreading through my body, until it reached my breasts, which immediately began to burn, begging to be touched, stroked, anything. The feeling was completely new to me, until this moment, I had always been a Hunter, but now, now I felt like a woman. I was in bliss; I thought nothing could be better than this.
That was until I became aware of the numbness creeping up my thighs. I felt myself growing hot with anticipation, and if I could have, when the feeling hit me, I would have screamed my lungs out with pleasure. My centre burnt with passion, the poison of the Vespoid sent shocks through my body, my sensitive nipples rubbed against my shirt, my clit pulsed with raw desire for touch, but my hands wouldn’t answer its call, nothing could.
This feeling was spreading through the numbness, replacing the lack of feeling with an over-sensitiveness, every shock that coursed through my body caused my nipples to harden, caused my juice to flow more, and drove my clit into a frenzy, the shocks made me twitch, twitching made me twitch more violently. The burning desire was spreading further through my body; my head seemed to swell with the want, the need to be touched.
After what seemed like hours, I felt my body regain feeling, I could move my fingers again, my nipples softened, but my body felt tired. I stared at the sky as I fell to sleep among the bushes.