Note: Once again, this story is parallel to my mamono-in-a-modern-world setting.
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"So cold, and so boring." Garett pouted.
"Remember son, if you don't hunt, there isn't any food on the table."
"Yes dad."
Garett, 18 had been a hunter for just over a month alongside his father, Berlioz. Who just recently taught him the ways of firing a rifle, yet showed little interest in using one, despite impressing his father in hitting targets over 150 yards with precision with little practice. Currently, they're standing from a ledge, overlooking a large forest below and a bunch of mountains surrounding it in the sunset in the autumn season.
"We need something big this time. Rabbits and mice won't do. But bears and deers would keep us going for a week or so." His father said, looking into a pair of binoculars.
"Yeah I know dad, you've said that a hundred times now."
"Sorry, its just that I've haven't had one for awhile, and we've got one more month to go before this vacation ends. After that, I'm-"
"Yeah yeah, being a paper-pusher behind your desk."
After a few minutes of scoping his view. Berlioz (from 250 yards away) caught sight of a whitetail deer, fully racked in the head and was approaching another deer within proxymity of its own position.
(In a whispered tone) "Must be mating season. Looks like we'll get something to eat for weeks."
"(Sigh) alright, let's get over with." Garett quietly replied, checking the scope on his rifle to ensure it being zeroed in properly before making his leave with his father.
Equipped with a bolt-action rifle, housing five .223 rounds and camouflage. Berlioz and his son had left their position from the ledge to quietly stalk the two deers. Walking slowly and keeping their mouth shut, Garett couldn't help but feel a small chuckle attempting to escape him as he saw the buck mounting the doe. His motivation to remain silent came as his father turned to him with a frown.
"Screw this up, and we'll starve out here." Berlioz whispered.
After a bit of stalking, they had successfully managed to get near the couple within 80 yards. Too distracted with their mating.
"I want you to shoot the buck, while I shoot the doe." he whispered again, to which Garett nodded in agreement.
Stopping at 50 yards from the deers, and at a plenty amount of shrub to mask their position. Both split from their position with Garett heading left while Berlioz went right, about 20 yards wide apart from each other. Raising their rifles and crawling into position within the dense shrub. Garett kept his sights on the mounted doe, aiming for her lungs while Berlioz kept his aim at the buck's chest. Both had practice with firing their rounds in unison as they had done before during the first week in hunting. Taking a deep breath, they held it in while slowly squeezing down on the trigger.
(BANG)
In an instant, the doe dropped dead from its position while the buck ran off into the woods, bleeding out.
'Damnit son, you missed his heart!' Berlioz thought in disappointment.
As Berlioz crawled out of his position, he went to approach Garett, only to hear another gunshot he hadn't recognized. Realizing too late something had hit him in the shoulder. Turning in pain to check what he was hit with, he was glad he wasn't hit by a bullet, but was unsettled at the fact he was shot with a tranquilizer dart instead, feeling the chemical within was slowly coursing through his veins, taking effect immediately.
"Garrett!!!" He shouted before going drowsy and collapsing onto the ground unconscious, face first into the dirt.
"Dad?" He yelled in reply before he got crawled out of his position, also hearing the second shot his father heards moments ago. Approaching where his father was, he was horrified to see him on the ground collapsed.
"DAD!!!" He shout in horror before he stopped dead in his tracks as he approached his father, seeing the tranquilizer dart in his shoulder. 'Shit, sniper?' he thought.
Hearing another gunshot in the distance, he turned to where the sound of the shot came from and quickly felt a dart burrow deep on front of his feet. An intentional miss. Panicked that this attacker was another marksman, he rushed back into the shrub he was hiding earlier and stayed quiet for a few minutes, aiming down his scope again, scanning his view in hopes of spotting his attacker.
'Now then, where are you?' he thought as he noticed a peculiar shine reflect off two trees densely covered up, roughly 150 yards from his current position, looking further, he could get a good view of the sniper. Holding a Mosin-Nagant for a rifle and barely noticing the camouflage it wore since it really blended in with the environment, including its legs as well. Only except it appeared scaly and couldn't help but notice a rather large machete on its back and something red swaying behind it. Looking at it carefully, he thought it looked like a tail of some sort... something off of a reptile.
'What the hell?' He thought as he noticed the tail started to sway back and forth in a gesture that a mother would say "uh uh." before realizing too late that it had already had its rifle pointed at him, smiling before firing another shot, hearing the dart narrowly whiz above his head.
'Shit! Toying with me!' he thought in panic as he ran out of the shrub, dashing towards a small hill which would conceal his position until he could figure out a better vantage point. 'I've got to find a way how to take her out.' he thought, trying to collect himself on how to distract the sniper.
'This could work.' he thought. Taking a roll of string (something he was going to use for the deer after field-dressing) and tying it to a small mirror he kept in his breast pocket. He planted the mirror standing upright, pointed in direction towards the sniper's last position, just above the hill with a bit of shrub covering it while he unravelled the roll of string from the mirror to himself, crawling to his left, a notable distance away before attempting to peek at the trees with his rifle again from a different angle. However upon looking at the trees, he noticed his attacker was gone.
'Crap.... where di-'
He went silent as he saw a red scaly foot beside his face while its point-blank presence felt warm. Too warm, so warm it nullified the cold weather around him. He then felt a large blade resting beside his neck.
"Surrender rookie, you're out of your league." a womanly voice replied.
"Of course, you got me." He replied as he turned around slowly, as not to alarm his victor, he was able to get a better view of the sniper, pulling off her hood. It was a woman sniper. She had ears, but webbed like a lizard. Her yellow eyes were as bright as the sun, and wasn't threatening in appearance as he thought she would, she had long reddish hair and her skin was tanned, like she was fresh off a tanning bed. He also noticed how slim she was: Not too fat, nor too skinny, but appeared to be mildly toned but not ripped in muscles. Finally his suspicions confirmed as he noticed her red-pattern tail,
"What kind of rookie hunter are you? You've got the wrong type of camouflage. Looks well suited for summer hunting though." she said.
Ignoring her remark, he asked:"Y-you must be a mamono?"
"Indeed, and you just shot my trophy. Must be a coincidence for the three of us to hunt the same animals." she said.
"Coincidence? Definitely, what did you do to my father?"
"Oh he's ok, just snoozing off. I wasn't going to kill either of you, though he'll be catching Z's for a few hours. Now get up." she said, stepping back to let him stand up while she kept her blade to his throat as a precaution.
"You can put your machete down now, I'm not going to fight back." He said.
"And why should I trust you?" she asked.
"Here's why." He replied by slowly tossing his rifle aside and fished out his hunting knife and dropped it in front her. Surprised, she moved her machete away from his throat and returned it to her sheath. "What's your name young man?"
"Garett, Garett Neilson, and you must be some sort of lizardman?"
"Close. I'm a Salamander, and the name's Michelle. That's about as far as you'll need to know."
'Michelle? Salamander?' he thought as he remembered reading an outdoors magazine at home about certain mamono as he glanced at a particular hunter, who happened to have the same name and looks like the woman who'd just caught him off guard: A Salamander mamono, known for being really warm-blooded in close proximity, especially at touch. He also recalled browsing the same magazine finding another picture of her, holding up a dead buck's head for a trophy and being rewarded for being the most proficient mamono for a hunter.
"Michelle Remington, Expert marksman, am I correct?"
"You're correct, looks like my reputation precedes me." She said, flicking her hair back.
"No wonder why it felt warm just moments ago."
"It's good to be warm-blooded. However, being out in the cold get's tiring." She said while approaching him until she was face-to-face with him, pressing her assets to his chest. "And your warmth will keep me active for awhile."
"Umm...What are you doing?" he asked nervously, feeling her very warm chest press firmly into him. The sensation of it alone was making his blood rise in temperature, and other places below him.
"Warming up, It's so lonely out here hunting animals in the cold for a long time, and you're quite a handsome young fellow out here." she said in lust, feeling something hard pressing her crotch while smiling back in response. "Oh? Anxious are you?"
"Umm.. well.... is that why you didn't hit me with your best shot?" he said, nervous that she noticed his tent below.
"Bingo." Was her reply before lowering herself to his bulge. She grabbed his zipper and undid his fly, revealing his full-on erection. Sweat began to trickle down Garett's forehead as she grabbed his member with her comfortably warm right hand and stroking it softly while caressing his balls with her left hand. He wanted to resist, but her hands at work told him otherwise.
Michelle then increased the stroking and proceeded to lick his shaft as he felt her slippery tongue work its way towards his tip. Excited at how incredibly hot her tongue was (Enough to please him, but not to the point of scalding), he let out a small moan while she looked at him with satisfaction.
"Glad you like it." she said, stopping for a moment to undress herself with her camouflage top and sheath, revealing a scaly bra holding back her well-endowed goods, she then reached the back of her bra strap and unlatched it, letting the bra drop to the floor showing off her gorgeous breasts: round, firm and pink nipples to complement her tanned body. "Why don't you just lie down for a while?" she asked.
Complying with her request, Garett lied down and let her instincts run through, she then placed her breasts between his member and began to rub them up and down his shaft, causing him to grab grass around him from the heated sensation and after a minute or so of rubbing, she took his member into her hot mouth, fellating him as deep as she could go.
"Hot!!! So Hot!!!" he cried at the instant mix of pain and pleasure received as he tried to grab her head to pull her off his member, but she simply grabbed his hands tight with hers and distanced them wide away from her head as she bounced her mouth deeper into his shaft, causing him to feel an imminent orgasm as her tongue worked around his throbbing member feverishly. A loud orgasmic cry was heard a kilometre away in the forest as a few birds flew away from the source of the noise. While Michelle sucked him dry of every drop he shot into her mouth as Garett catched his breath and dropped his arched back down.
"Your turn now quickshot." she said, licking her lips in satisfaction.
Getting up, Michelle undid her pants, zipping down, revealing her womanhood to Garett, clean-shaven and moist. She then sat on his face, prompting him to lick away. As she was feeling satisfied at his thrusting of his tongue into her lips, she picked up his wrists and directed his hands towards her breasts, allowing him to massage her. He responded with some light squeezing and swirling his finger around her nubs before attempting a light pinch. Causing her to blush a deep shade of red before her panting was building up.
"You're so good at this, where'd you learn how to do that?"
"Umm...Watching too much porn." He confessed before he mufficated.
"Well...you're doing a good job with me though."
Keeping her initiative, Michelle continued to rub herself further into Garett's face as he squeezed her breasts as gently as he could, while tasting her hot juices flowing steadily. Eventually, her own orgasm peaked, calling out his name as another flock of birds flew in the distance away from her.
"Not bad, but you can do better than that." She said, sliding her crotch away from his face and moving towards his groin, hard and throbbing once again. Taking grip of it with her tail, she coiled her tip of her tail with his shaft, guiding it towards her pussy before she sank herself greedily into him. To Garett, he cried out as his mind was overwhelmed with pain and pleasure once more, feeling his prick inside her walls pumping him of his seed as she straddled him. Resting her arms on his legs, she had sped up her thrusting as she continuted to moan loud at the pleasurable sensation with her tail tapping the ground and occasionally his legs in the process.
'S-s-so good...' Garett thought as he was losing his mind to the lustful desire of his partner. Using his hands and holding her hips, he held on tight as he pushed and pulled her in and out of him until she matched his said movement. He could feel her change rhythm in her bucking and tried to keep up, but seeing her breasts sway and feeling every thrust felt like it was cooking his cock and once again felt another orgasm build up rather quickly.
"Not yet, just a little bit longer..." She said, while increasing her straddling and bending forward to lean in for a kiss. Invading his mouth with her swirling tongue for a short moment before breaking it off, moaning again at her walls constricting his member tightly, milking it mercilessly until her own orgasm was nearing.
"I-I can't hold it back!" He said in frustration to hold back his desire to shoot, feeling his surroundings baking him alive, pulling him into ecstasy. He could even feel her tail wrap around his right ankle, holding tightly as she peaked in her movement. Eventually, both simultaneously cried out in their own orgasm as he felt buckets of cum spurt into her, sucking in whatever it could take as
Michelle simply collapsed forward onto his chest, catching her breath while Garett blacked out from exhaustion.
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An hour or so had passed and Garett had woken up, feeling drowsy before standing up and dusting himself off. Looking around, he saw that there was only the evening sky that enveloped their surroundings, he also noticed Michelle had gone and left him. But not without leaving him the doe his father shot, already field-dressed, quartered and hung on a tree branch, bagged properly. He also noticed a sticky note left on one of the quartered meat.
(Nice shootin' Garett, I'll take care of the buck that ran off, be seeing you someday.)
"Wow... so it wasn't a dream." he said, feeling his groin felt like sunburn while noticing his father waking up from his slumber and ran to his aid. "Dad? Are you alright?"
"Yeah, just a bit groggy but I'll manage." he said as Garett offered a shoulder to him. "Say? What happened to that sniper who shot me?"
Not wanting to tell him of her encounter he devised a lie: "Dunno... I shot back at the shooter but got shot too. I just woke up as well just before you had."
"Damn, did you get a good look at the shooter at least?"
"Sorry." he said while looking back at the hung meat.
"Say... How did that meat get put there?" Berlioz asked. "Could it be the deer we shot earlier?"
"Dunno, like I said, just woke up."
"Well whatever the case, that shooter saved us alot of trouble. Let's get this home and cook it up.
"Yeah, I'm starving."
Berlioz and Garett lowered the hung meat from the tree and each dragged a quartered part back to their cottage not far from their position, having to leave the other two quarters behind due to its weight before returning back to collect the remains.
"I guess we'll be eating for quite awhile huh dad?"
"Mmm... indeed, this should last just about a week or so."
A month later of hunting, Garett and his father had left the woods, having not seen Michelle again before returning to their daily lives. But Garett however had interest in hunting now unlike before. 2 years later. He returned the the same forest he'd been to before, but this time much more prepared and properly camouflaged.
'Now... where are you Michelle?'
Seconds later, he heard the sound of a gunshot until he heard something land between his feet again, seeing the very same tranquilizer dart shot before.
'Oh! There you are!' he thought, cocking his rifle with rubber bullets instead as he saw her smiling back.
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Hours later....
