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A/N Start:

This story contains extreme and sexual themes. Viewer discretion is advised.

If the following themes are unsettling for you, I advise you to leave the page:

- Monster Sex

- Vore

- Size difference

- Domination

- Violence

A/N End

I didn't understand how hunters did their job. The monster before me, though a commonly hunted one, was terrifying and imposing, to the point where I was frozen in place.

Yet, as I lay before a living nightmare, my preconceptions crumbled before me. Me and Xander were fools who should be dead, having come out here with only shovels. The fact Xander was beating on this creature's prehensile tail, arguably his most dangerous appendage, and not being killed for it was abstruse.

Everything about this situation failed to add up. My gut told me the answer was veiled behind Nargacuga's emotions, which meant staring him in the eyes as his gaze ate me alive.

What the hell was I supposed to do? I could barely concentrate, my thoughts torn between telling Xander to run and saving myself while Nargacuga looked at me with emotions I could only assume to be confusion and anger.

Nargacuga grew tired of my thinking process, which had been an eternal few seconds, his attention shifting to Xander's hysterical antics. Once again, I felt emotions that weren't mine, though had quickly become accustomed to relating these to Nargacuga.

Nargacuga did not like Xander's actions.

"Xander-" My voice stopped, eviscerated by a sudden horror as Nargacuga's tail rattled and my body filled with his hostile intent. As if grabbing a toy, Xander was wrapped up. Spikes tore into his clothes, ensuring no escape.

"STOP!" I screamed. Nargacuga flinched, my plea piercing his ears like a sonic bomb. He glanced back at me, pupils glowing a bright red.

Was his stare one of scrutiny? Nargacuga didn't even look at Xander, studying me as his tail flung him. Xander's body was set free of the spikes that dug into him, though the damage was clear as a trail of blood lingered in the direction he flew. His body was limp, unable to handle the force of the toss, and I felt myself choke on the snapping sound from both the tree and him.

I felt anger, an appropriate reaction for a vengeful hunter, but this was Nargacuga's anger. He turned back toward me and observed my behavior.

I could feel my fear, yet see it in Nargacuga's body. His forearms trembled, which angered him more. He knew it was my fear. The understanding that we shared emotions had become mutual, which did not look good for me.

One swift paw struck me, pounding my face and body. The weight would have been enough, but the force knocked me to the ground.

I registered that I probably had a concussion before I even realized this monster's claws were digging into me, pinning me into the earthy ground. I gasped for air, my lungs down for the count from the pressure applied to my chest.

I guess we're both gonna die.

It was a fleeting thought. I wasn't even sure Xander was alive, and I probably wasn't going to know. Tears welled up in my eyes, a natural reaction to suffocating under Nargacuga's forepaw. My hands had been wrapped around the nubs, desperately squeezing as my legs kicked, but I could feel the fight leaving me.

My head throbbed, my soon-to-be killer's face became swirly, and it felt like a fire was igniting in my chest. A second warmness escaped my body, that being blood drawn out by his claws.

The one other thing I felt was my stone. It burned more than anything else. It was responsible for my ability to feel and convey emotions between this creature, a mystery Xander had wished to decipher.

It doesn't hurt too much anymore...

I apologized to Xander mentally. I wish I had kept him at our village and simply chewed out Elder Einzel. She was an old hag, but she would have at least had the heart to help us bury his friends.

As my vision darkened, I felt at peace with my thoughts. Because of this, I noticed that the fear lingering was not my own.

I concentrated one last time, my vision focusing above me, though I was regaining my senses rapidly. Nargacuga had lifted his paw off of me and was covered in fear. His chest heaved, his body shook, and I took this chance to draw in deep breaths.

Air had never felt so good in my lungs, extinguishing the flames that had ignited inside me. I eyed Nargacuga cautiously as he seemed to let me recuperate, my body trembling with adrenaline at a newfound hope; a desire to live.

The more I recovered, the more Nargacuga calmed down and his expression morphed. It seemed as if an epiphany had struck him, though I simply lay there confused and afraid. I quickly wiped tears from my eyes, then held the back of my head where it had slammed into the ground. It felt bruised, but the soil was luckily soft.

When I reached toward my chest, it stung badly and I quickly drew back my hand, hissing through my teeth. Nargacuga flinched, looking down at his chest, then back at mine, and he whimpered.

I stared hard at his chest. Had I kicked it, or was he worried about my injury? I didn't understand the sudden change in Nargacuga's behavior at all, and when he began moving his head toward me, I backed away in fear.

However, he was persistent, and I soon ended up with my back against a tree. Step by step, his paws tread softly, his behavior submissive. Why was I suddenly being consoled by him?

I hated it. This time, the anger belonged to me. I saw Xander behind Nargacuga. His body was in an awkward position, sprawled on the ground and unmoving. I could see red splotches on his clothes, but the damage was too hard to determine from where I was.

I glared at Nargacuga, and for the first time, tried conveying my emotions to him.

Let me check on my friend.

I felt a sense of urgency and protectiveness to see my friend and check his condition. Nargacuga's eyes glimmered with recognition of my emotions, and he followed my stare toward Xander.

In response to my emotions, I felt a sense of anger directed toward him. Nargacuga stared me down, not caring about Xander and wanting to come closer to me.

"I need to help him," I said flatly. My words did nothing, and it seemed only my emotions were understood, which had been disregarded. Nargacuga was now inches from my body, breath brushing my wound and giving me a sense of how deep the gashes were.

I lost my bravado, a recurring fear returning as his beaked muzzle drew toward the wound. Slowly, his tongue lapped against it. I groaned in pain, his fleshy appendage scraping against raw, exposed flesh that was still bleeding.

Nargacuga's head snapped back in a similar pain, and he shook his head, giving my wound an incredulous look.

At first, I thought he had been tasting me and priding himself on having defended his territory. His disbelieving look led me to believe otherwise, and a new thought emerged that caused me to look at my wrist.

He could feel my pain.

It was more than just emotions. As I was dying, Nargacuga -at some point- had begun feeling my agony.

A newfound energy prompted me to stand up, however, my legs were wobbly. I fell forward and Nargacuga's pupils shrunk. Before collapsing, his head made its way under me and I was caught.

This was enough for the feeling to return in my legs as I stepped back in surprise. I distanced myself, then refocused on the reason I had gotten up: Xander.

The first step I took provoked a growl, rumbling within Nargacuga's throat. It wasn't too threatening, rather it prompted me not to move. A sense of protectiveness struck me and Nargacuga growled again, wanting for me to stay still.

"I will not," I said. Though he couldn't understand me, talking helped convey my emotions as I balled my fists in anger.

"My friend is in critical condition, all because of you." I spat and took a step in Xander's direction, intending to go around Nargacuga. The quick monster jumped to the side, repositioning in front of me and taking a step forward, demanding I lay down.

"GO AWAY!" I yelled, but he didn't back down. Tears of emotional pain filled my eyes. This stupid beast was going to prevent me from not only checking on Xander but potentially saving him.

"Let me help him." I choked, feeling myself break apart. Part of me wished I had just died, rather than have to deal with such a self-centered being.

Nargacuga stared blankly at me, not moving. I couldn't feel any certain emotion from him, his complexion changing into something new.

It was self-reflection. My condition, my behavior, and my emotions, all seemed to tell a story that was now causing Nargacuga to question his actions. I didn't have the time to sort out our feelings, impatience swelling within, and I took another step.

Nargacuga's body turned in my direction, but he simply watched me this time. I didn't give his action a second thought and ran to Xander.

"Xander." I breathed, crouching in front of him. His body was turned from me, facing the tree and lying on top of a broken arm. I turned him to face upward and laid him flatly on the ground. My breathing quickened, symptoms coming to fruition that told me exactly what I didn't want to hear.

He wasn't breathing, and a tail spike jutted out from his rib cage. My hands that still held his body retreated quickly, blood from his clothes coating my palms and fingers.

I could barely breathe correctly. Xander's friends, people I had wanted to save and couldn't, were buried a few feet from us. And Xander, saving me after a lucky escape, doing his best to understand my unique ability, and putting up with Elder Einzel's behavior while coping with the deaths of many:

He was dead.

A subtle step behind me resounded. Nargacuga whimpered in discontent. I whimpered too, too exhausted to be angry and in pain from what was in front of me. Tears fell to the ground, and I hunched over shakily, trying to control my breathing but I kept losing each breath I drew in.

Another step. My breathing hitched, depression taking a step back as something else bubbled up. Nargacuga hovered behind, staring at Xander, then at me with something I couldn't take in.

He seemed mournful. I could feel regret for his actions. I turned towards him, a damned killer, rage boiling my face into a red shade.

"You're fucking sorry?" I said in disbelief. "What the fuck do you have to be sorry about?" I stood up and Nargacuga stood his ground, firmly delivering a sincere, sad expression.

"YOU FUCKING DID THIS!" I wailed. Nargacuga, a monster way larger than me, tilted its head down and toward me. It was an apologetic gesture, an outstretched hand that wished to console me. I could not believe what I was seeing.

"Why would you suddenly regret your actions," I demanded, channeling my confusion and anger into him. All I got back in return was more regret and more sadness.

"YOU DON'T GET TO BE SAD! YOU KILLED HIM!" I threw my hands out provocatively, and he flinched under my angered movements.

"You're..." I huffed in a low tone, jabbing a finger at his beaked muzzle and stomping forward. I sniffed as congestion and tears complimented the shitty look and feel I yearned to direct at him. "...a self-centered, territorial piece of shit." I spat.

My words, or rather whatever concoctive array of emotions I threw, seemed to strike home. Nargacuga just looked at me, his desire to console me wavering, and I continued to stare furiously.

Slowly, he stepped back. I stood tall, my small self staring him down with disdain. Aside from my misery, Nargacuga's sad emotions didn't disappear. However, he gave up on whatever nonsense he had tried to pull off and turned to walk away.

Somehow, this infuriated me more. I belted out more insults and furious gibberish as he disappeared through the foliage. I did so until my voice was hoarse, and then I collapsed to the ground weakly.

My head continued to hurt, but it was now from how much I cried. I wanted to bury Xander, then die in the forest. Going back to Elder Einzel and being potentially chewed out for leaving the village would probably be enough for me to kill her.

I groaned and stood up. Glinting in the light was the end of a shovel. I picked it up and began digging, not caring how exhausted or in pain I was. I had entered a dissociative state, driven by a single thought.

Bury Xander.

My shovel dug into the ground.

Bury Xander.

Any specks of blood that hit the dirt, I dug up and threw them to the side.

Bury Xander.

I didn't know how much time had passed, but it took a long time for me to finish this hole. My hands were blistered from how tightly I had to grip the shovel to stay awake.

My raging fit, wound, and whole day had been exhausting. The shovel slipped from my grasp, plopping to the ground, and when I turned to Xander, I felt my body giving up.

I fell to the ground next to the hole, my vision fading.

If I die, I hope it kills the Nargacuga too.

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My final thought before fainting seemed to not be my dying one. It was now nighttime, but things were amiss.

The shovel was gone or moved somewhere, and I was propped up and facing a mound of dirt. The dirt pile in question covered the hole I had dug for Xander.

The thing I was propped against was Nargacuga's resting figure. I jolted forward, immediately regretting the action. My chest flared in agitation. Nargacuga winced, then huffed at me with a subtle glint.

I begrudgingly laid back against his side, my gaze refusing to avert from him and filled with questions.

"Why are you back here." My voice was weak, barely demanding. I had let out all my emotions earlier and was defeated. Nargacuga looked over at the dirt pile, his eyes sad.

"...You buried him," I stated. This caused him to look back at me, and with a now more clear and willing mentality, I saw just how upset Nargacuga was.

I looked down at my chest. There was barely any dried blood, though my skin felt sticky. I looked back over at him, pointing at my wound.

"What did you do, lick me and mend the wound?" Nargacuga lifted a paw, looking at it and sniffing. There seemed to be a significance to the action. He began licking it clean as I pieced together the clues.

"You applied pressure and cleaned me," I murmured. I wasn't sure if that was it or if that would have been enough, but regardless, I was no longer bleeding.

Nargacuga whimpered again. A series of contemplative thoughts brewed. Nargacuga was an everyday monster before meeting me. He lived just as any other would, yielding territorial and primal traits that he still possesses now.

With me in the picture, I was responsible for emotions I don't think a Nargacuga has to interpret, not without an understanding of our feelings and intentions. Before he understood me, we were merely trespassers and threats, and we looked no different from hunters to some extent.

But now Nargacuga had seen things in a different light and was regretting his actions. It hurt my head to think about it, and what hurt more was the fact that I was beginning to feel sympathy.

The thought of petting or forgiving Nargacuga didn't sit right with me, but he was here. He was trying to make amends for what he did, even if what he did was natural behavior for a monster.

I couldn't bring myself to make things up with him. I began to break down, laying against his body and thumping his side weakly with my fist.

"Dammit..." I wheezed. How was I suddenly wanting to forgive this monster? Nargacuga let me weep, unashamedly observing my behavior. His curiosity poked within, which seemed pretty dumb that he didn't understand.

He knew why I was sad, but currently looked incapable of piecing together my behavior. I ignored him, laying in silence for a good half hour.

At some point, Nargacuga's head rested between his paws and he huffed. I ended up breaking the silence when stars became visible.

"Have you not lost somebody?" I murmured, looking at him. One red orb glanced at me, then two as his head turned and lifted.

A huff was the response I got. My lips pursed frustratedly. "Yeah, you can't understand me," I huffed as well, turning away from him. Teethe tugged at my shirt, jerking me to face Nargacuga.

"What the-" I stopped talking, my eyes inches from his. A few seconds of silence passed. For some reason, each time we made eye contact, I felt more able to feel what Nargacuga felt. This time, it felt like he was directly speaking to me.

That huff had been his answer.

"You have," I vocalized. For a few more moments, we stared in silence and I processed new emotions. What really set things straight was when he gently rested his head against my torso.

I'm sorry.

It was all too clear. His eyes closed, and something inside of me began to change. I thought about Xander, how Nargacuga killed his friends. I thought about what he would say about this situation.

The time I spent with Xander was little, but I felt like he would be ecstatic. Having the ability to communicate like this with a monster, me sitting here with a Nargacuga's head in my lap, both would send him into a craze of theories and speculations.

I chortled and a low purr tickled my belly. The feeling shocked me, and I looked down to see my hand had absent-mindedly caressed Nargacuga's chin. He leaned into my touch, feelings of sympathy and reassurance thrumming against me.

"...His name was Xander." I said. "You heard that though, when I had screamed it." He continued to purr, listening to my voice, and feeling my emotions. Anger slowly trickled out of me.

"He would have forgiven you, I think. Mostly because me being able to communicate with you would have excited him. He was a curious guy, this sort of thing would have piqued his interest." The relaxation that coaxed me was Nargacuga's.

It was weird feeling someone else's physical sensations, as well as emotions. Such a novelty seemed to inadvertently affect my behavior. "I don't know what to do." I admitted, my eyebrows growing heavy.

Nargacuga's head jerked up, turning over his body where I couldn't see. The startling gesture slapped me awake. An initial growl crescendoed out his maw. Whatever was heading to our spot was too quiet for me to hear, which meant an unlucky, small creature was about to stumble into Nargacuga.

If we were going to work, Nargacuga needed to trust me, and this was a test.

"Shhh," I hushed calmly, wincing as I got up and moved around him. He didn't move away from where he stood, continuing to growl. When I appeared from behind his head, limping into our visitor's view, my mouth opened.

Elder Einzel stood at the path leading into our opening.

Next to her stood Xander.