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It was almost time to head out. It wasn’t like checking his bag one more time was going to change anything, but the hunter did it anyway, making sure that he had stuffed all he could into the pack. He had plenty of traps and snares, some food and a kit to start a fire, not to mention plenty of tranquilizer darts and other tools he would need when he actually set out. Setting the traps and snares was only the first step when you were a monster hunter after all. Then you actually had to take down whatever it was you caught and bring it back alive. That’s what made this job so difficult, but it was one that Tucker was adamant about pursuing. He had plenty of trouble actually doing it though, and making others believe that he could. Considering the world was basically like one large RPG, with levels and stats on display for anyone that just got close enough to perceive you, there was no way to hide just how adequate you might be for the job. And monster hunting was one of the most dangerous ones you could take on. Even though Tucker was only level thirty-five, he wanted to prove that he could get to that higher level that most of the other hunters were at, even if his stature and build didn’t really give much confidence either. At around five foot and five inches with a rather slim and meek musculature, there were definitely other professions he might fit better in, but that didn’t stop him from pursuing his desire to be a hunter. Just looking around the room and the slight sneers and laughs that would come from others as they looked at him was fuel enough in his belly to do something about it. Everyone else in the hunter’s bar was at least level sixty or more. Tucker was already planning on making that gap smaller with the expedition he had planned for the evening. Most hunters did operate at night, and as the sun was starting to head down, it was time to get things going. Trying to ignore the rude comments and warnings that he was going to die before he made it back, he passed the others in the small bar and headed out the door with his pack and his tranquilizer rifle with him. Just a few steps away from the bar, he already felt more determined than he had while he was inside it. Just how daunting it was seeing others with higher stats warning him and putting him down made it hard to just get up and go. Even as the colder wing brushed past him, he stepped out with his jacket and thick clothes while he made out on the path to the forest. Already he could hear the noises of the crickets and other creatures of the night coming out, knowing that he would have to hurry a bit to get the spot he was going to be hunting for the evening. Though, it wasn’t like he was going very far in the woods, and he had plenty of time to get there if he just followed the path. Arriving just at the right time to get things set up, dusk was about to set in as the sun was getting lower on the horizon while he set his bag down at a spot that would be good for a campfire. Making sure to keep his rifle on his person, he dug into his back and started to pull out the many traps and snares he had brought with him. He had some difficulty getting them all set up, missing a few perception checks and agility rolls for being nimble enough with his fingers, so he did lose some time. But not enough to make enough of a difference, having everything set up before it was getting too dark and having the fire ready before night actually set in. More noises were starting to come through, the monsters and creatures of the night really taking over and the forest becoming more active than ever during the evening hours. He could tell some of the noises he heard, but not all of them. Sitting down on the ground after pulling a log over to rest his back in front of the fire, he kept his gun in his lap while he listened to everything. Even reaching to grab his flask of water, he made sure to replenish the stamina he had lost in all the moving and setting up he had just done, topping off his status and being ready for anything that might trip through his snares. Now it was more of just a waiting game, everything set up for the traps to work and nothing more he could do. Any sort of movement or activity from him would only scare things off or make it harder to trap anything. There wasn’t a way he could flush anything out and funnel it into the traps or do anything special. It just required time, patience and endurance to get through the long stake-out and be ready at a moment's notice through the entire night. It was a good thing he had brought some things to keep his endurance up. Some jerky, a canteen full of coffee and other things to keep him from falling asleep and not being ready. But the hardest thing was still to come. Even with those items, he had to ration them as he tried to stay alert, making sure that he didn’t fall into the normal pitfalls most hunters make. If you burn out everything you have too quickly, you’re not going to make it the whole night, and might even have to leave before the morning comes. That’s just asking for trouble, and also a waste of resources… But that wasn’t going to happen tonight, Tucker was sure of it. Everything was ready, he already had a plan in mind and he had readied himself for this. As the minutes passed, it was obvious he was doing well, still hearing the noises of things moving around him and making sure that he had not disturbed or stopped anything from coming out. He heard some rustling nearby, knowing that it was coming from the direction of some of his traps, but no noises otherwise. He knew the sounds his traps and snares would make if they were tripped, and for now he was sure they were empty. Having gotten some recent training, he was employing some new hunting skills he had learned to stay more alert and boost his perception so he wouldn’t miss a thing. The only problem was that he wasn’t really watching what kind of effect using those skills for so long was taking on him. As he reached for the canteen of coffee and opened it up as quietly as he could to take a drink, he was surprised at just how tired he was feeling. He figured it was just nerves, not even bothering to check the negative status he was taking on from being so heavily alert. His eyes started to feel heavy, his perception starting to drop a bit more each moment as he was starting to doze off. He wasn’t thinking straight, the endurance checks slowly starting to fail as he was keeping himself awake but wearing himself out too much in the process. Even as he started to burn through his stamina trying to keep himself from falling asleep, it didn’t even occur to him to put out his fire or try to get up and move to a safer spot. He was falling in and out of sleep, seeing the flames dance in front of his eyes before he couldn’t keep awake anymore as his stamina hit zero. Falling into a deep sleep as his stamina started to regenerate slowly so he could be awake again, the fire kept crackling in front of him as he was no longer paying attention to the noises or sounds around him. His snares and traps were unattended, his campsite open to anything that could find the way around them, and he himself was entirely vulnerable with no way to respond. The bright light of the fire was almost an invitation to anything to come closer, he had made a grave mistake that he couldn’t fix as his eyes remained closed. _ Eyes opening slowly and groggily, Tucker let out a long yawn as he finally came out of that sleep, even if it had only been a few hours. He reached a hand up, going to smack the side of his face to wake him up and rub the sleep from his eyes as he realized his mistake. His gun was no longer in his lap, now a bit of a distance away from him and next to the fire as he saw the flames still light and dancing. It wasn’t until his eyes became more focused and the groggy status effect started to drop off that he actually noticed that he was no longer alone in his campsite. Loud noises came directly across from him, the other side of the fire making it a bit hard to peer through as he could see a silhouette standing there. The waves of heat coming off the flames dancing over it made it hard to see, but he almost relaxed and had a smile at first as he swore he could make out a deer stepping a bit closer out of the shadows. That was just his perception failing though, taking another look and squinting to see that he was wrong. A feeling of dread washed over him, suddenly realizing that he was unarmed as whatever it was approached, watching as there was the glint of two eyes from the light of the fire that didn’t look quite right… There were more pupils in them than usual, even if they were looking straight toward him. Then another two eyes opened, before a final one in the middle made a total of five glinting eyes staring back at him and moving in a bit closer. It stayed in the shadows, not fully showing itself and almost just stalking him until the hunter moved a bit more. Only then did it step forward, revealing that there was more than just the number of eyes to make Tucker feel that much more unnerved. Long, serrated horns came out of that head, two ears on either side of that head, and lips that looked more like they belonged on a dog rather than on a deer… The hunter had no idea what he was seeing, and couldn’t yet perceive what had stepped into his campsite, but that didn’t stop him from slowly trying to stand up. A loud clattering was suddenly heard, seeing something kicked from below that head and toward his feet as all of his traps and snares were laying there. All crunched up and destroyed into almost a ball, they were completely ruined and dismantled by whatever it was slowly creeping in, showing more of itself in the light and just how large it was. On all fours, the beast was at least six foot and eight inches tall, larger and dwarfing the hunter’s stature even as he was standing on his feet now. Just a few more steps of those large hooves closer into the light was enough for Tucker to finally know the full extent of what he had found. The creature was certainly a monster amongst the kind he should be hunting, but was way out of his league. At level one-hundred and twenty, and with an HP pool of nine-hundred and ninety-nine, there was already no hope that Tucker would be able to defeat such a thing with any small amount of regular ammo he had in the bottom of his pack. A flaming skull icon rested above the creature’s head between the antlers, marking it as a boss creature that shouldn’t be trifled with. And the name of the encroaching cryptid was simply Not-Deer. Dread was already setting in for the hunter, looking this way and that at things around him as if something close by would give him an out to get away from the situation. There was only one thing he could think of that came to mind, and it was lying to the side of the fire and not close to him at all. Almost an equal distance between him and Not-Deer, his tranquilizer rifle was just laying on the ground, loaded and ready to fire. He had loaded it with some very strong shots, hoping that the darts would be enough to put the monster down before anything else could happen. As his eyes moved down toward the gun, he saw the pupils in those eyes looking at it as well for just a moment. It seemed like the creature knew exactly what he was thinking, and was almost just standing there to menace him further as its head slightly turned to the side a bit. Three tongues started to slip out of those lips as they opened slightly, showing teeth as some guttural noises that almost sounded like laughter came out. It sent a shiver up Tucker’s spine, urging him into movement as he quickly made a dive toward his rifle without thinking things through. His agility wasn’t there, still debuffed from having just been asleep a few moments ago when the skill check failed. Hands falling just short of the rifle, what didn’t fall short was a large hoof smashing down on the weapon, breaking it cleanly in two on the ground just in front of the hunter. Tucker gasped at that, looking up to see that Not-Deer had moved in closer and more dexterously than he had, not to mention faster. As he slowly got to his hands and knees, he looked up toward the cryptid with a look of fear in his eyes, in a vulnerable position with no way to defend himself. Almost like it was grinning, the lips opened wider and formed somewhat of a smile as Tucker saw a hoof slowly rising up. Except, as the front right hoof was lifting and his eyes trained on it, it wasn’t much of a hoof anymore. Not-Deer had used a shapeshifting ability, slowly letting the hunter see that hoof was turning into a hand, but not a normal one. Six long fingers reached out, almost pointed at the end as they were reaching toward his head and moving in quickly. He tried to react, moving to pull back a bit but not getting anywhere as the hand clasped over the back of his head, feeling the strong grip keeping it held tight and already starting to pull on him. Trying to dig his hands into the ground and use his knees and feet to stop, he couldn’t at all as the enormous strength just pulled that face more and more under it. That’s when his eyes actually saw the hanging sheath, so thick and round while the fat, ponderous orbs were hanging just behind it. “No no no, let me -” He saw exactly where his face was being pushed to, unable to stop or resist even as he tried to drain his stamina a bit to get away before his face was planted on its thick nutsack. Nose and mouth planted directly against those orbs, Tucker could feel the heat radiating off of them, the slight movements of the active balls inside doing more than just hanging there. The smell was intense, forced into his nose if he wanted to breathe as he couldn’t help but get the musk into his lungs. His head grew fuzzy, his struggling imprecise as he was given the musk-drunk debuff from getting that scent in his nose. Intelligence and agility dropping from it, his head was just held there to make him pull more in, feeling the heat and slight movements of each of those balls up against his face. Any attempt to pull his head back or kick with his legs was met with a heavier strength keeping him steady, moving his hands up to try and put them on the inside of the creature’s legs and pull himself away as he was finding a bit of purchase doing that. Not for sake of himself though, but instead because he felt even more tugging upward as he was pulled away from that sack. Quickly his head was brought more toward that sheath, the thick and fuzzy prison looking quite swollen and heavy as a grey, slick fluid was leaking out of the center of it and staining the fur beneath. “St-stop ple-” The muffled finishing of those words wasn’t heard, instead more just the sound of wet squelching and a loud, deep sound coming from Not-Deer itself. With most of that face lodged into the center of that sheath, it pressed more and slightly wiggled the head to nudge and press it in more as a burst of that grey fluid splattered over the hunter’s face and head. He could feel how slick it was, how hot it was as the wet, tight flesh was enveloping the front of his head and going further. His hands reached up, trying to grab onto the underside of Not-Deer and pull himself away to no avail. The hand holding him was too strong, and it even started to feel like it was not just the hand pushing him in that was acting on him. He almost felt his head lurch inside more, his vision blacked out inside as all he could smell was the same musk he had just drank in but much more potent. Tucker’s stamina was dropping by the second, trying all he could to get away from the creature as he felt more of his head sinking into that sheath. A loud, wet squelch, another loud and deep sound from the creature as his face lurched inside deeper before his ears were covered only signaled how this was going to go. There was a heavy throbbing over his head, only getting stronger as another lurch when his entire head was sucked in just before the hand let go. He tried to pull his head back, an almost vice-like grip holding onto him as his head was pushed deeper into those tight and wet insides while his neck was slowly tugged in. Not-Deer’s hand had already reached toward his rear, grabbing and pushing it to start sinking him in more as it let out even more definitely pleasurable noises. It didn’t seem to stop at just that head, more lurching forward toward it and more wet squelching as the slick fluid kept being slightly spurted out over the hunter’s body. Thanks to both the tugging from inside and the pushing from outside, that sheath was already starting to stretch open wider and spread open over those shoulders, almost with an ease that would have made anyone else unsettled to see. Louder and longer pleasured noises came from Not-Deer above as Tucker was still struggling heavily, even if his arms were starting to get pinned to the side of his body from the sheath so tight around his upper arms as he slid in more and more by the second. Trying to press his feet against the ground or find some purchase to get away wasn’t working. Instead, any attempt to pull back was met with just feeling that sheath almost moved forward a bit, just to keep the tight hold over his body until his attempt was rendered useless by a push from the hand on his rear or a tug from the slick and throbbing insides themselves. Each throb was easily felt, squeezing and contracting over his form as he was pushed in more. His hands were soon moved away from those legs, the entrance to that furry prison moving down over his elbows and pinning his forearms to his sides as they were being engulfed more. It felt hopeless, no amount of struggling or use of his stamina was getting him anywhere as he squirmed and wiggled with all his might. Instead, all he heard was more guttural noises from the creature above him, some even almost sounding like laughs at his attempts to break free and how easily he was being manipulated. With how deep his torso was in that sheath, he could feel his head being pressed over more, coming in contact with something before being pushed through. The very second his nose passed in, the heavy smell of fresh cum permeated his senses. He tried to squirm more, feeling the sheath engulfing his waist and starting to take in his hips as that hand had moved away from his rear just to grab at an ankle and try and shove his legs in rather roughly and carelessly. It started to happen faster, being pushed in more as his head was dunked into the thick, black nut slop that was already inside, having to lean up and hold his breath before he was pushed in with his body held in a way where he couldn’t lift it up from the pool as he was being slid in. While Tucker was panicking and doing his best to try and get away, Not-Deer wasn’t even having to try keeping the hunter in there at all as it enjoyed the feelings and sensations of sliding prey into its balls. It just groaned and huffed loudly as it pushed the hunter in deeper, feeling its balls swelling and expanding out with its prey as more and more of him was getting into that heavy and needy sack. It could feel the space between its back legs being filled up more by its growing orbs, making room for the hunter and sagging down lower as that full sensation was one of the best things for the cryptic. It was always so fun to play with its prey like this, and the pleasure was one it would always keep coming back to. The struggles of the human only increased its enjoyment and pleasure, making it all the more fun and enjoyable to push more of the failed hunter deeper into its sack. Becoming easier to push him in as the widest parts of him were already slipping inside those nuts, just those legs were kicking around outside, thighs already disappearing inside as that hand moved to catch both of those ankles and hold them together while pushing in harder. And faster did Tucker feel himself being pushed in, more of that slick juice coating onto his legs as they were easily sliding into that sheath with loud, wet noises muffled to his ears. As more of his body made it into that sack, he could finally feel himself slightly pulling up until his head was once again free from the pool of spunk around him, trying to take in deep breaths even if there wasn’t much that he could actually breathe between the heat and the smell. He was completely covered in it, feeling his legs pushing in all the way until those digits just pressed his feet right in, almost entirely sealing his fate as he could no longer feel the cool air outside. Those nuts were only spreading larger on the outside, Not-Deer letting out a deeper and heavier huff as he suddenly felt some movement from inside. A hand pressing up against the inside of his balls, nudging them slightly to the side before it wobbled back to its normal position. It just enjoyed how uselessly its prey struggled, even as its thick sheath slowly closed up behind those feet and just as tight as ever even though it was leaking out quite a bit more of that greyish fluid from the center. Almost like a noodle being slurped up, those legs quickly worked their way into its sack proper with the rest of the hunter, only then feeling Tucker moving around inside and almost thrashing about as his stamina continued to drop. The wobbling movement from inside pushing that pool of seed inside was worth the time it took to do things this way, more pleasured noises coming from the cryptid as it just stood there and enjoyed that feeling for a moment before actually getting on with the next part of things. After all, it didn’t just do this for the fun of it. There was an overall point to it. Tucker didn’t have any idea what was going on,and was still trying to do everything that he could to get out of that sack as the smell of the cum still permeated his senses. It only increased his musk drunk state, making it harder to think as his intelligence dropped and his movements before more and more dull and imprecise. He tried to press or smack up against the fleshy walls he could feel around him, hoping that doing anything like that would help him to break free by angering Not-Deer, not really knowing the noises and sensations he was giving it by doing so were actually quite the opposite. Even though he still had a quarter of his stamina left, he still tried with all his might, that was until suddenly those walls pulled in very violently and pressed up against him. He was squeezed tight into place, held there and constricted for a moment as he suddenly felt weaker overall. It felt like a part of him was being pulled away by the inner walls of those balls, siphoned out of him before they slowly relaxed. Only when they did and he caught his bearings did he realize what had happened. Now a level lower and his stat pool a bit less, Not-Deer felt that experience making it stronger, though nowhere near enough to give it a full level. After all, the amount of experience to go from thirty-four to thirty-five was nowhere near the amount to get from one-hundred and twenty to the next level for it to really feel the effects. But it didn’t matter, there was plenty more to steal as it used level drain again, clenching up that sack with a deep groan and feeling its prey so tightly held inside before relaxing again. This time, it didn’t wait for things to settle, already casting it again as its balls clenched tightly over the hunter. Each new clench made Tucker be compacted against more and more, feeling his level going down each time and feeling that much weaker with the rhythmic clenching. His HP wasn’t changing though, staying at full even though his maximum was quickly dropping lower and lower. Stamina being battered by the same effect and by just how hard he was being clenched over, there wasn’t anything he could do as most of his struggling amounted to the most meager of movements that had no effect. The clenches were compacting the space, making it so there was no room for anything but the thick jizz and himself, effectively dunking him entirely in it each time. Not-Deer just enjoyed this moment of time, feeling more and more experience flowing into it as the levels were being drained from the hunter each time. It knew it was getting close to the next level, but just stealing all the levels wouldn’t be enough. That dwindling number getting smaller and smaller, the creature didn’t stop until that final strong clench took the last level that the hunter had to be stolen, putting him back at level one. Making sure the last one was extra strong, it slowly relaxed and almost shook a bit as a shiver went up its spine. That sensation of constantly clenching and feeling all that experience pump into it from its balls was just so exhilarating and specifically singular, it always took the moment after to enjoy what it had just done. Of course, things were not finished though. As things were settling after that stage, it could already feel its prey starting to move around again, if much much weaker than before. The slight wobbling in that massive sack, the pressing against the walls and more were just so much fun to feel, but there was still one more thing it was going to take from him. Not-Deer only needed a bit more experience, right on the cusp of hitting level one-hundred and twenty-one, knowing that was a bit of a milestone. It would cause its HP to break into the quadruple digits, and that was something to enjoy. A soft but teasing clench around its prey, Not-Deer let out another of those rather teasing sounding noises that was almost like laughing, savoring the last of the futile struggles it would feel and getting the reaction out of Tucker from inside. It was sure the hunter would know what would come next, what might happen if it were to clench down as hard as it could one last time on such a feeble and low level being. Another clench, this one a bit harder, as if to push the point home as the thick precum leaked out of its sheath underneath him, almost able to make out the noises from inside as its four ears twitched. “F-fuck… Wait… Oh no… Don’t…” Tucker was getting the idea, realizing that the ability being used was just to drain his levels and not much more. But from just how strong that last clench was, and the almost teasing muffled noises coming from outside, what was about to happen was as clear as a summer’s day that he would not get to experience again. Struggling more inside those balls, even with his stamina completely depleted, he made a last ditch effort as he yelled out. “Wait wait wait no don’t-” And that’s all it took. Just one hard clench from Not-Deer as he could feel Tucker nearly instantly being churned down. His HP had gone from the meager twelve it was at level one to zero in an instant, the cryptid letting out a deep and satisfying groan of pleasure as it could feel what was one solid prey in its sack instantly being broken down with a cacophony of loud gurgling and churning from its balls. Broken down quickly and effortlessly, its sack almost grew rounder, and fuller, no longer moving around or struggling after that final relaxing movement and a bit of sloshing from the heavy spunk inside coming to a rest. It wasn’t just his physical form that had been taken either. In that same clench, Not-Deer used the soul-eater ability, the hunter’s very essence and soul being kept and not allowed to escape as it too only added to the nut slop in its prodigious orbs. It could almost feel the tingling sensation from doing so, that slight extra oomph letting it know that Tucker wouldn’t be back at all, ever. Even though the hunter’s name tag and character sheet weren’t currently visible, it knew exactly what to do with those full balls and the remains inside as it saw that campfire still alight nearby. With its morphed hand already back to a hoof, Not-Deer took a few steps, each one making its sack slosh and wobble heavily with the movement as it let out a low huff from that sensation. It moved to stand overtop of that fire, making sure things were lined up just right to warm its nuts right in front of that fire, already feeling some of the spunk and precum it was so heavily full of now dribbling out of that thick sheath as it was time to unload some of that extra weight. A deep and loud roar of sorts suddenly filled the night air, causing a lot of the other noises around to completely stop as the creatures close by knew better than to run or be around the call of the vicious Not-Deer during its time of pleasure. Those balls clenched up again, its body thrusting forward slightly just before a loud wet splattering noise came through underneath as it started to pour out that thick, black cum onto the fire itself. The fire was out in an instant, inky black seed smothering it as it started to heavily pour free from underneath the cryptid. But that wasn’t the only thing coming out. Every few heavy throbs from that sheath a bone or two would pop free, stained black and clattering onto the large puddle it was making, pumping out the remains of the hunter it had just digested. It had timed things just right, feeling a surge of energy as it emptied out a lot of that cum just as it gained a new level. Now standing at level one-hundred and twenty-one, with an HP pool of one-thousand and one, Not-Deer could truly enjoy his conquest as he came out those remains onto the ground. Not only was he marking a spot where he had enjoyed a meal, he was quickly and heavily pushing out more and more of that thick puddle onto the ground, waiting for an exact moment as he felt something starting to block the flow of spunk. With a few fruitful thrusts into the air, it let out a deeper grunt just before Tucker’s skull popped free from its sheath, landing on the ground with a splat along with the last torrent of seed that made up all of the hunter’s being broken down. Laying on the ground in a puddle of thick, black spunk, a new name tag was slowly starting to appear for the hunter, but one drastically changed from what he once was. Coming into full view the moment it let the last of that load sputter out from that messy sheath, now slightly coated in the same sticky and slick black seed, the tag seemed to be floating just above the thick mess it had left behind. It was simple, no longer Tucker and no longer a hunter with no stats really to speak off. Just a tag that read ‘Level 0: Cryptid Cock-Snot’’ and no other identifying features where the mess of bones and seed was laid. Proud of itself and the mark it had left behind, its nuts feeling a bit heavier and sheath a bit thicker, Not-Deer let out another long and terrifying howl into the night air. It was strong enough to cause the trees to shake and rattle close by, animals to scatter and birds to fly off as it let out the triumphant roar of a victory and a level gained. But as soon as it finished, it felt that need appear all over again. The gnawing hunger deep inside, the one for more prey and more conquest, for greater power and so much more. Nothing left to do at the broken and defiled camp, knowing all the traps were already taken care of and eager to strut both its new level and new balls and sheath size, Not-Deer already started to prance out of the campsite. As it moved away, the tag for ‘Cryptid Cock-Snot’ stayed where it was, visible to anyone who would see it through the trees and the brush in the ruined campsite. A wonderful way to put hunters on edge and help strike fear into its next meal. But it had other places to be, other things to attend to, and more prey to enjoy. Already, it was on the hunt again, eager for its next prey. It was so nice of those naive monster hunters to keep throwing themselves at it…