Kinverse: Volume One

PATH OF THE EMERALD MAIDEN

A naive young monster's tale by Moros, aka KinverseWriter

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Description:

A young woman from a pre-neolithic society is accidentally whisked away to another world entirely during a raid on a research lab run by alien invaders. Stranded with no friends, badly injured, and no idea where home even is, she's forced to live off the land and learn how to survive in this strange and hostile world.

There's only one slight problem, though.

She's not trapped in this world with them. They're trapped in this world with her.

Categories:

Adventure, Coming-of-Age, Isekai, Erotica.

Disclaimers:

This story contains sexual elements and disturbing themes. The contents aren't purely intended to be pornographic, but some scenes objectively are. This is about a giant monster that eats people, so reader discretion is advised. This story contains vorarephilic themes.

This story will have a very slow and intermittent pace to begin with. True stakes don't really show up until halfway through, though the build-up is always there in the background. This is ultimately not a story of grand adventure and defeating one's enemies to rise to the top, it is the tale of a lost and naive young woman growing as a person and learning new things. It is a personal one concerning her, and thus this story will be told in present-tense first-person.

Chapter 10: The Tent (g)

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A/N:

Post-CW plot context:

The protagonist stumbles upon Spencer and Susan. She observes and learns from them for a while. Susan has a public sex fetish and the protagonist watches them perform oral on each other on a park bench and she--growing curious--experimentally masturbates. However, she accidentally alerts Spencer, who interrupts Susan and goes to search the forest for what he believes was a person spying on them. He finds only the protagonist's tracks.

Later, she spies on them more. Spencer and Susan have sex in their tent while she watches. After they finish, Spencer spots her eye reflecting light from outside and catches a brief glimpse of her face. He proceeds to panic and freak out. As Susan tries to calm him down, the protagonist moves around to the back of the tent and claws it open, revealing herself.

She abducts Spencer and toys with him in the woods before messily devouring him limb by limb. She returns to the tent to find a sobbing, broken Susan, who she too toys with a little before falling asleep.

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Waking again to the now mid-day sun penetrating the thin wall of the trashed uncreated-nest, I decided to remain as I was. My belly had shrunk a smidgen overnight and during the day, but I was still extremely full. It will be a while before the excess transfers into growth. The strength of the tall intruder will last me for a few more days.

After lazing most of the day away, still blissful from my euphoric morning, I decided that I really should get up and do something. After all, I now had this place all to myself.

Pushing off with my right legs, I roll over onto my belly, slightly swaying on it, prompting a light belch. From this position, I curl my legs under me, and observe my surroundings.

In front of me is my entrance, the torn hole. Nothing new there, just the sights and sounds of uncaring nature. Strewn about the created-nest by my careless movements are many strange objects. Notable among them are most of the removed coverings of the tall intruders, their flip-up sight-sound rectangle, many soft containers and a few hard ones, all of varying sizes. There are a few more shiny empty liquid containers as well.

Slowly, I rotate myself around to check the front. Blood speckles just before the entrance where I secured the male, the only sign he was ever here beyond his belongings, as well as his wasted seed in one of the containers. By the flap sits the device he used to project light, and within, I see no flame, but that means nothing; I didn't see any fire in the hunter's device before it was used.

Pushing myself back into a seated position, I begin exploring. First, I grab the light projector. It's long, thin, and red, with a flat back and a point that tapers outward, tipped in a translucent material. Beyond it is no fire, just... more of this strange material, it would seem. The rest of the device seems to be made of a material that I can't recognize. It's as smooth as sharp-rock, yet it isn't as cool. It's like almost-rock that isn't under the sun, but it isn't rough. It almost reminds me of smooth wood, and I think a few of the containers are made of the same material.

I shall call it not-wood.

Fumbling with it in my oversized claws, my attention is drawn to a raised bump along its length, seated in a very shallow groove. From my observations, I have learned that many tall intruder devices are controlled by moving small bits--perhaps this is one of them?

I have the sense to point the weird side away from my curious eyes. I've seen how bright this thing is, and that was in the dark. Using a relative fraction of my strength, I push the button along its groove, and the light projector comes to life. Its strong glow is diluted by the sun's rays lighting up the created-nest's flap, which brings my attention to it as light seems to reflect off of parts of it.

Turning the light projector off and setting it aside, I feel at the flap's opening: the sharp-rock ringing it and the specific piece sticking out. I got to see up nice and close how this is used just before escalating my enjoyment. Pulling a bit harder than I exerted with the light projector, slowly it rises along the sharp-rock, opening and letting in more undiluted light. Interesting. I seal it again after playing with it for a while and learning how it works, the pieces sliding together.

I turn my neck and glance at the objects at my sides. The coverings are self-evident, so I check them out first. Some are thicker, some are thinner; all seem to be made of roughly the same strange but soft material. For Kin, the sense of touch--especially soft things--is quite rare due to our chitinous plates and scales. It is only under our carapace, on the inside of our foreclaws, and with our tongues that we are actually able to feel. These objects are soft but thin, providing minimal obstruction but maximum softness.

I briefly play around with them, trying to put them on, but they weren't made for one such as I.

Bored of them, I instead reach for the object the female had been laying her head on: a grey 'head rest,' as I name it in my head. It is significantly softer! No wonder she used it to rest her head, it must be its purpose.

Kin don't need something like this, our heads are, well... quite hard already. It would do little good for the sensation, but could support my own head nicely.

This has already been quite the treasure haul. If only I could take some of this with me.

Hm. I might be able to, actually.

With that, I finally turn to what will no doubt be the strangest items of all: the soft containers. Starting with the two largest--large enough to contain a tall intruder--I use what I learned from the flap to recognize how to open them. Reaching in, I find... absolutely nothing. Considering their position in the middle, the head rests beyond their openings, and the large, flat and whole covering that had been on top, they must be for sleeping... in? I leave these where they are, cushioning me from the hard ground.

The other containers, now. I ignore the shiny ones that hold liquid, full or otherwise. Been there, done that. There are a few clear ones that look like they may hold clean water. Grabbing one, I examine its top, finding a strange piece of harder not-wood similar to the light projector's material. The rest of the container is a bit soft and has some give akin to the coverings, but the liquid within resists what little force I am willing to press on it.

Just as I learned with the flap, so too have I learned with this. I know precisely what to do.

With a slight crackling sound I carefully puncture a small hole in its side with a claw before bringing it to my face, letting it... barely spurt in. Okay, I get they're smaller than me, but this isn't efficient at all! When I saw them drinking from the shiny ones, they didn't need to do this!

Then again, they also drank from their tops. Shoving my claw back into the pinprick, I enlarge it, drink the rest of the water, and toss it aside. Grabbing another, I pay more attention to its top. It's absolutely nothing like the shiny sharp-rock ones' tops. While those seemed to have a device much like a claw for unsealing it, this has nothing.

I know that the tall intruders don't have good claws, so why wouldn't these have that when the others do? The material is thicker on its top than the rest, so it would be even harder to puncture!

Looking to where the water containers were stored, I don't immediately see anything that could be used to crack these open. I bring it up closer to my eyes for further study instead, but I can't really tell what's going on. Time for a dissection. I set the full one aside and grab the emptied one again. I easily cut it in half with my claws and pressure, allowing me to more easily see the top from within.

Absolutely nothing shows me how to open it, but I'm able to confirm that it does open from there! I can see the bottom of the cap.

Inscribed onto it--not etched--are strange tall intruder symbols. Many of their objects have them: the created-nest, the coverings, the light projector, the containers, pretty much everything. Even the sleeping pouches have these symbols!

Meh. I give up. One after another I break and drain a few more, sating my thirst. My way works just fine.

The rest of the containers don't really have anything of interest. More small not-wood objects. More containers within. Stuff with eerily accurate inscribed images of the male and female. Yet more strange symbols galore from before.

Boring, boring, boring.

What isn't boring is the sight-sound rectangle! Set aside amongst the containers, I pull it out.

The first two things that stand out to me are that it's made of sharp-rock and that it's a little heavy. No problem for me, but I don't want to risk damaging it with my claws. Carefully prying it open, its top surface is dark. Now with a better look at its bottom, I can see that the little knobbly bits are all covered in the symbols. These must be how you control it.

I gently press a few, but nothing happens. I press every button in the middle, but still, nothing happens. Finally I press one separate from the rest, and the device comes to life!

Slowly. Eventually. It takes a little bit of time. Flashing many odd symbols I can't hope to recognize, finally it arrives at some sort of new image: multiple rectangles and squares. After nothing happens, I hit a few buttons, and it does do something!

There are now of course because who could have guessed: more symbols I can't recognize in one of the smaller rectangles on the top rectangle.

I hit the button that turned it on and close it. Worse than the water containers, at least I got something out of them. This one had the most potential and yet it's the most unyielding of its secrets.

I don't really recall anything else of note being outside, so with my investigations out of the way, it's back to lazing once more. I take the large tall intruder-sized sleeping pouches, head rests, and coverings, and make myself my own nest. It is indeed quite comfortable--better than a bed of moss for sure. I could get used to this.

Snooze time...

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I spent two more nights in their created-nest, just enjoying the time I had. By the time my meal was mostly gone and dealt with, I was larger, my hindleg was beginning to sprout an ankle, and I was ready to track down my temporarily free prey.

I emptied one of the soft containers that had many loops on it and stashed within it the objects that I cared about: water containers, the light projector, and one of the head rests. I wish that I could take both with me but there isn't enough room for them and I'd rather not lug around two of these containers. This one is a dark green, so hopefully its coloration won't give me away if I need to hide.

Actually affixing the bag to myself is a bit difficult, and in the end I settle for lowering the two large loops on its back over my head. I might be able to loop both through a scythe each, but that would be difficult to get at and unwieldy. If it's on my neck I can easily access it, it's mostly out of the way, and I can quickly get it off if it becomes an issue.

Leaving the created-nest, I quickly find her trail. It still hasn't rained yet so it's extremely easy, though I can smell a slight humidity to the air--it may do so later today.

Unfortunately, an hour into my trek north, I recall one of the least pleasant things that I have to do as a Kin: personal hygiene. I've never had to do as much as I have before today, but every Kin must expel the bones and other indigestibles from their stomachs every once in a while. I can't be having it all building up in there! I'm still pretty full from his loose assorted bones right now, so even if I didn't I would need to eventually--health issues aren't the only reason behind it.

Setting my pilfered bag down, I begin digging a hole with my foreclaws. At two feet deep, it'll do. Normally back home we'd dig large pits for this so that we don't keep tripping on bones around our nesting sites, but I'm travelling and it's not like it would cause anyone problems here.

Lining myself up with the hole and stabilizing myself by planting my three legs and what is almost a full leg to the ground, I begin the process. We're great at getting things in and keeping them down, but not so good at getting things out. It's actually pretty easy but it's disorientating and when it comes to bones, uncomfortable.

Slowly, I begin retching, tightening my stomach and forcing the bones up into my neck. Eugh. I hate this already. My belly huuurts.

"Eghk."

Thankfully, it doesn't take too long since it's basically just a bunch of oddly-shaped rocks rather than an entire living organism. After the nausea and dizziness wears off, I examine what remains of the male.

...Honestly, not a lot. Acid-pitted bones, a skull, that's about it. This does give me a chance to learn a bit more about these tall intruders though. The front teeth are sharp, the sides large and flat, so they can eat pretty much whatever. Kin teeth are like that too, but due to our snouts we've got far more teeth to grip and tear with.

Well. Time to move on. I fill in the hole and I'm on my way.

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A/N:

To the victor go the spoils.

The pacing for this chapter functions as the coming down from the high of the previous one. Or perhaps refractory period. Maybe even a palate cleanser.

So: from a literary standpoint, having this chapter be a sudden drop in pacing... it's bad. Not good. Awful.

But it's an experiment. What the protagonist did to Spencer was, well...

Normal. Mundane.

And the absolute normality of this chapter serves to emphasize that. It was normal. For him, it was the worst (and last) day of his life. For her, it was just another day, if a rather interesting one. I personally feel like this goes towards outlining what an alien perspective she has. She may be a person, but she is an inhuman, alien monster. She may be anthropomorphic in some mannerisms, but at the end of the day, she is still just an alien monster.

That doesn't need to be the case. This story is about her story; it isn't the alluded-to war, it's her story where she is confronted with new concepts and forced to adapt her view to them. And this is the beginning. This is just chapter ten. This was her first true first-hand experience with so-named 'tall intruder' things, taking stories and applying them to fact.

And for that reason... yes, it's literarily very, very bad for the pacing of the plot because this isn't the end of the arc and the pacing picks right back up after. But when you look at this from her alien perspective...

The plot never ramped up. This was mundanity.