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teenandbeyond · 2 years

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Yautja x Fem.Reader

Edit: I see someone wants a part two, if ya'll get this to 200 notes by next Saturday, I'll totally do it. I'll give ya a little extra if you make it to any number higher than that, even by one. *genuinely intrigued about how this'll go* Edit 2: Here it is babes, Part 2, Part 3

I hear people are looking for this so, here. Also, this is my shitty attempt at a dark fic, because I wanna try one--even though it's faaaar from my regular style, I'm far from a darkfic writer, but I like challenges-- and it seems many people have been craving a dark fic of Yautja more than not, so I'll hopefully help y'all out (I wrote this when I was sleepy so idk how it was). *puts all smutty writing experience into this*

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Breed (Predator)

Warning(s): Probably the smuttiest smut I've ever smutted, noncon details, breeding, rough, unprotected, a creamy little pie, size difference, triggers (so do not read if they apply to you), this turned long asf.

You survive with a Predator who killed all of your friends...but it seems the Yautja have taken an interest in you and don't plan to let you leave...

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You groan out, tossing your head to the side.

What makes you realize you aren't in your bed is a few things.

There's an echo.

It feels like you're laying on a hard table.

Your wrists are bound to your chest.

Your ankles are weighed down by something heavy, which after moving around your toes you realize are cuffs connected by a chain, where most of the weight came from.

And most importantly, you can't see, you noticed as your lashes fluttered against a cloth.

"Where am I?"

"Above earth," an amused, disembodied voice responds.

A familiar voice, one of your friends.

"Ester...? I thought you died..."

"What you didn't see didn't happen."

"Hey, can you take this stuff off me?" you grunted as moved to shift your arms to no avail.

"Why would I do that? I put you there."

Your brows furrowed, "What?"

"You see. That whole thing was a setup, I was working with them this whole time."

"But why? They killed your friends! Our friends!"

She chuckled, "Oh, that's what you believed. I was just doing my job to survive. To find them the perfect specimen."

You grunted as you struggled and failed to loosen your restraints.

"You see, they've been for years, creating more advanced creatures to hunt. They've already tried to with another species, Xenomorphs--the ones that spit acid. But they wondered if they could try such a thing with humans..."

Your blood ran cold, "Please don't tell me..."

"They realized they could, they hunted for the perfect human, one who possessed certain genes that had a high percentage of handling a Yautja seed. And when one wanted to kill me after hunting all my allies a few years ago, I offered to do anything. Now I've found you."

"So-ugh--then what? They're just gonna let you go?"

"Well, my part of the deal is finished. There's no other use for me."

"Exactly, idiot," you muttered.

Suddenly you heard a loud thumping sound.

"Ah, here they come."

You moan in despair as you try to move, the cold metal biting against your ankles, "This is hopeless."

"Here's the human you left with, she's perfect, she's worthy of you due to her survival."

Yes, you remember.

Suddenly you found yourself helpless, the two...Xenomorphs you supposed, had terrorized your college class during your international trip to the Daintree Rainforest.

The other creature--the...Yautja had killed a few security guards and three of your friends. As you grew to understand this Predator, you realized it only killed something that seemed to be a challenge, everyone that was killed by it had a weapon at some point.

But you, you're a tough one. You survived, and the Yautja gave you weapons to aid it, you managed to kill a Xenomorph on your own.

You had enough education about tribal tradition to know when it smeared some of its excruciatingly burning blood on you, it found you worthy in a sense.

Or he, since as far as you know most creatures bred with the opposite sex.

"I can leave now, right? If you want I can tell you where I can be dropped off," Ester happily spoke up.

You heard a familiar sound slice through the air, his weapon.

"W-wait...what are you doing? I did what you--what you asked...No! No! No-!"

You heard a body thump and a strong smell of blood fill the air, you knew the smell with little effort after the last two days.

There was some shuffling, you guessed she was being dragged away to be dumped by another one of them.

Then the thumping footsteps started up again, getting closer. Until he stood next to your... examination table.

You tried to shift away, not being able to do much but hold yourself up and not fall halfway off the edge. Only for your arms to get tugged and move you back to the more comfortable position.

"Please...I can't--I can't provide you with anything."

You jumped as you felt a nail trail down your jaw before a scaly hand--that was still surprisingly smoother than you expected--gripped your chin, twisting your head left and right.

You couldn't help the shiver that ran down your spine.

A thumb brushed against the acid mark he gave you on your cheek.

The only sound you heard was a sharp grunt, in disapproval or satisfaction, you didn't know.

His thumb dragged across your lips before his hand went lower...

You stiffened when the wandering hand paused, before yelping at the sound of a blade moving through the air.

He slowly sliced through your long-sleeved shirt and bra, your breath hitched as you felt the cold metal graze your skin. If there was any more pressure, he would've sliced you open.

You let out a breathless sigh as the restricting bra released you. You hated bras sometimes.

You could feel him move and tried to shift away, only for him to catch you by your neck and slide you back into the position you were in.

With a quivering lip, you felt curious hands explore your breasts.

"Please, just let me go..."

You bit your lip at an experimental squeeze.

You couldn't seriously be reacting to this? Could you?

But when you felt something brush against your sensitive bud...

Your breathing skipped.

Another pause, before it was tested again.

Your hands tightened into fists.

Then without warning, he relentlessly rolled the hardened bud between his fingers.

With a whine, you tried to move away, only for his grip on your neck to tighten.

You tried to keep as much self-control as you could, but that changed a few minutes later when his hand moved, your stomach jumping as it came and went and stiffening as the hand stopped at the band of your pants.

"Please...don't..." you desperately pleaded.

There are a few seconds of dragging his thumb back and forth against your hip, as if deciding, but ultimately tearing it all off in one motion.

You squealed at suddenly being exposed, trying to clench your thighs together.

He denied you of this, effortlessly opening your thighs to expose for him to fully see.

You decided to be defiant as you felt him shift onto the table.

"This is--isn't going to work. Humans and Aliens aren't going to be able to--do this," you tried to move your legs, the heavy chain helping you none, "I'm not even remotely aroused--"

He interrupted you as you felt him lean closer to your wetness, feeling his breath hit the sensitive area.

The clicking sound he made almost sounded amused, before making you gasp as he rubbed a curious finger against you.

"Mm--stop--you--you can't--!"

Shuddering as a finger slid into you, you attempted to wriggle out of his hold. Only for his grip to tighten a little more, at this point, he was definitely warning you.

You felt embarrassed by the light squelching sound you heard. At least you didn't have to see.

Then two more were added.

"I can't--that's too much!" you cried out.

But when his wrist brushed against your cilt, your body completely surrendered.

He realized how greatly that affected you and decided to continue learning.

With a shaky breath, you desperately tried to hold back. Tried to deny your body's pleasure with your mind.

You clenched your thighs together at an attempt to stop his hand, but all it seemed to do was piss him off and force your legs apart, his originally slow and curious pace becoming rougher.

You bit your lip hard, keeping in any sounds.

But in the end, your body betrayed you, and with a long whine and bucking hips, you released.

He pulled his hand away and for a moment you thought he was done for now.

Until you felt something rubbing against you, something you could tell already wouldn't fit.

"That's not gonna--!"

You whimpered as he effortlessly slid in with a gravelly groan, the stretch stung.

"It's not gunna--It's not gunna...Take it out...."

Your head thumped back onto the table.

Without a break in movement, he kept moving, the chain connecting your ankles lightly clinking.

You let out a little sob as you bit your lip, you didn't know if it was from the violation or the pleasure, possibly both.

Every time he thrust forward, you could feel the stretch.

"It's gunna...gunna..."

He slid his hand up your throat just enough to push down the lip your teeth dug into with an index finger.

He wanted to hear you.

But with defiance, you swallowed every sound you made.

Until the speed changed, the cold metal rubbing against your back from the table, a stark contrast to the heat you felt.

Finally, he started getting little sounds out of you, whimpers, pleads.

Abruptly, he pulled away, leaving you empty, before easily moving the weighted chain that felt like a ton to you and flipping you over on your knees.

You winced as your face smacked into the table. Your arms still bound in front of you.

You groaned into the metal as he completely filled you again.

As he moved, you felt more force behind each thrust.

"I can't--It's too--too much-ah!"

He slammed harder, which made you try to cushion your face.

Your heard a few sharp grunts, yet not of effort, which didn't surprise you. You were probably a warm-up.

Your body gently quivered from the force.

And the chains loudly clinked in time with him.

"I--Mm--hah--Lemme..."

Combing his fingers into your hair, he tugged you back, landing seated in his lap.

He sat motionless for a few seconds, a throaty groan was let out.

You made one last attempt to wriggle away.

And you think that made him completely snap from annoyance.

And you knew this because when he moved again, it was like he'd decided to completely destroy you.

With roughness you never experienced before, a deepness you never felt, a speed you didn't know was possible, he pounded into you at least a few times before your skin even slapped against his again.

And it seemed he was satisfied, every sound you hid before was milked out until you couldn't even process where you were anymore.

All you could feel was him, the pleasure, that stretch, all you could hear was the squelching of your wetness.

Your mouth couldn't even close anymore, completely drunk off him.

Your thighs shook terribly, barely able to handle him.

And you wouldn't even be surprised if he still went easy on you.

You were close.

When he tightened his grip, cutting off your breathing that was it.

Your hips bucked wildly as you released for the second time, a long moan ripping out of you.

Clenching around him so deliciously made him follow after. Filling you to the brim, and dripping down his length.

You sighed, as you began to settle only to whimper when you realized...

He wasn't done yet.

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wthtorke · 1 year

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Do y'all ever think about how big yautjas can get? Like no fr

Think with me

The majority of us here are like 5'3 - 5'7

Like wow, hot right?

But then there's also HIM

UGH oh my God he's fucking 11' tall

I love him a lot

#its thirsting hours #yautja #predator #alien #yautja/human #the predator #headcanon #human/yautja #alien relationship #predators #yautja boyfriend #assassin predator #upgrade predator #ultimate predator #ap predator

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prey-4-me · 11 months

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Ooman pet of a bad blood?

Thx for your request; hope you like it! ♥️

Bad Blood Yautja x pet!reader

Yautja Translations

Da’dtou-di — name, meaning little knife

Kv’var — hunt

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Cetanu roughed you up a bit as a greeting. “You’re up early, my Da’dtou-di,” he growled. Smiling, you nodded. “I wanted to clean your gear for the kv’var… I know you don’t like to wait.”

He grumbled. “Yes.” Clicking his mandibles, he continued, “Anyway. You are going to come with me today.” Surprised, you looked over at him. Usually you stayed at camp to ‘protect’ it. He had his back to you, concealing his face. You couldn’t tell his motives. But you were pleased all the same.

“When do we leave?” You tried to sound casual about it.

“When we are packed. Hurry,” he growled again. You got busy.

*** Snap! Cetanu swiveled around and boxed your ears, hissing, “Ooman! Quiet! Why are you so heavy footed??” He turned around again. Creeping forward, he was strangely silent for something so large. You looked down at the ground, searching for more twigs. You needed to avoid them at all costs. You fell behind as you struggled to be as quiet as Cetanu. You knew it didn’t really matter; he always charged his prey so he would lose you for certain then. But you could easily follow his path of destruction, as well as the typical sounds of Bad Blood battling their future trophy.

Cetanu roared, dashing off. Trees cracked and foliage gave way as he crashed through the jungle. You heard his prey roar back, and the battle begin. You continued carrying his gear, slowly gaining on their position. Roars and the sound of impact reached your ears. You climbed up a small hill and stopped, crouching. Cetanu and two large, lizard like creatures were battling. You watched Cetanu land several solid blows on one of them. It shook its head, dazed. The other lizard took the opportunity and charged him from behind. Hearing the approaching animal, Cetanu leapt an amazing height into the air. Folding his limbs in, he flipped backwards and land on top of the furious creature. It turned its head, snapping and hissing.

The fight raged on until only Cetanu stood. Victorious, he roared into the dusk air. Covered in blood and gore, he turned to you. “Come, come. Let’s field dress,” he roared, blood still obviously hot from the fight.

Cautiously, you approached. He was still raging, growling and snapping his mandibles. He was still ready for a fight.

“Okay, here,” you set his gear down a little bit away from him, but conveniently located next to one of the lizard things. He grumbled, “You do it.” Surprised, you froze. Cetanu never let you touch his kills.

“Do it.” He snarled. Quickly coming to life again, you relied on muscle memory. You used to field dress your own hunts back on Earth before Cetanu ‘found’ you, as if you had been a stray. Originally terrified, you had learned that although incredibly violent, he was mostly all bark and no bite with you. But his temper still kept you on your toes. You didn’t mind. He still took care of you better than anyone else in your life ever had. Plus, there was a certain amount of notoriety that being a pet of a Bad Blood brought, and you definitely didn’t mind that.

Thoughts returning to the present, you found yourself elbow deep in teal and purple innards. “You want the teeth from this lizard thingie?” You asked casually as Cetanu growled and chuffed, trying to calm down.

“YES,” he roared.

“‘Kay,” you calmly responded.

Cetanu made one of his strange Yautja noises, releasing aggression. Finally he calmed and sat down near you. “Give me the teeth,” he commanded.

You scooped up the ones you had already carefully removed and passed them over. He took a shiny little tool and started to work on the teeth in some way. Trying to stay focused, you turned back to the mouth you were performing your gruesome dentistry on.

***

The sun went down just as you finished the first beast. “Come. We’ll do the second one tomorrow. I’ll hang it above camp so nothing messes with it tonight.” He lifted the dead weight easily. You quickly picked up Cetanu’s gear and rushed to catch up with him, using the the ample moonlight to guide your way.

You arrived to camp huffing and puffing. The gear was heavy. You set it down carefully as Cetanu descended from a tree. You looked up; yup there was the lizard, hanging safely overhead.

“Let’s eat; this meat is good.” He grabbed the package of meat you had carefully wrapped earlier. You started a fire as he tenderized and seasoned it.

“Okay. Here.” He tossed the meat to you. Carefully, you put it on your little griddle. It sizzled deliciously. Your mouth watered. You tended to dinner as Cetanu worked on his tooth project. He was using the little tool on them again.

Finally the meat was perfect. You opened a container of a seaweed-like salad you had prepared before leaving home. Making two plates of food, you presented Cetanu with his. Waiting for him to eat, you sat with your plate in your lap.

He grumbled and set his project down. Curious, you tried to figure it out. “Stop guessing what I’m doing. It’s for later,” he grumbled softly. Picking up his utensil, he tried the meat. “Mm, good job cooking. Very nice.” Happy, you dug into your own plate.

***

“Here.”

You sleepily rolled over. “Huh?”

“This is… yours.” Cetanu’s tone was weirdly soft.

You sat up. You rubbed your eyes; you had been half asleep. “What’s mine?”

He threw something small at you. “Don’t be ooman about it,” he growled.

“Okay,” you laughed, picking the thing up. You held your hands up, angling them towards the campfire. It was the teeth, strung on a small, black cord. But the teeth weren’t smooth anymore. You furrowed your brow and took a closer look. English lettering had been precisely carved into them. You read them out loud, left to right C-E-T-A-N-U-S.

You gasped; a collar? For you?

“Did I spell it right in ooman? Your letters are… stupid.” He commented.

You fastened it around your neck. The teeth hit your collarbones in a pleasing way. “Th-thank you.” You stuttered, unsure if saying thanks was ‘being ooman about it.’

“Don’t be ooman about it. Now everyone will know you’re mine. It’s just being practical.” He grumbled.

Turning away from him, you laid back down. You had a huge grin on your face, but you calmly replied, “Yeah, definitely. Makes sense.” You kept on smiling as he gruffly continued to defend his actions. “I see how some other Bad Bloods look at you. You’re taken; they need to get their own.” He growled angrily. “Now, go to sleep. We wake early again to continue the kv’var.” Smiling, you closed your eyes. It would be hard to sleep, but you would do your best to please your Yautja.

#predator x you #predator x human #predator x reader #yautja x human #yautja x you #yautja x reader #yautja boyfriend #yautja thirst #predator fanfiction #yautja fanfiction

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moramaisis · 2 years

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After watching "Prey" i've been kinda obsessed with his design. It's not my fault they made him into sweet baby honeysuckle. Then i came across yautja fics and....ohhh myyy!!!? I just had to do some sketching. This art has been flagged. Tumblr is at it again, ruining artist's business. If you want to see the original then check out my adult blog.

#yautja #feral predator #yautja x human #predator #predator x human #predator smut #yautja thirst #my art

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evilvvithin · 2 years

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#who thought it's a good idea to make this shot knowing damn well we are here thirsting over preds #anyway I'm not okay #fugitive predator #yautja #the predator 2018 #avp #predator

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yautjalover · 22 days

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Oh to be betwixt a Yautja’s meaty thighs. 🤤

#yautja #yautjalover #predator #thirst post #they’re hot af #the MUSCLES!#teratophillia #monster fucker

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tmnt-tychou · 1 year

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Guys, don’t tell anybody, but Mona thinks her boyfriend is hot.

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2016 #tmnt mona lisa #my art #There's not enough water in that canteen to quench that thirst #She gonna destroy that ass when they get home #he has no idea #it's what he gets for airing out those abs #predator instincts activated #when leo met mona

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moramaisisart · 1 year

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This was supposed to be a joke. Hehe, i have a stupid sense of humor. Buff aliens running around in steel crotch pieces, mini skirts and fishnet bodystockings, it's simply iconic.

#yautja #yautja smut #yautja thirst #feral predator #predator #my art

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wizard-eater · 11 months

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do you vore wizards.Are uou a Wizard Vorer

That's a good question! Now onto our next question

#i am the predator to your prey i am the boot to your ant i am the sky to the grass beneath your feet i am hunger i am thirst i am ache #little ants to whet my appetite. milling about as i watch from a universe endlessly bigger than yours #i am a god to your limited physicality #sure i vore wizards. i also cannibalize them and hunt them and tear their soft flesh apart with my teeth #little rabbits in my snare. i hunger and i feed. it is the circle by which we live. consume and consume and consume and consume and #you are little gnats within my web. am i not to sup upon your lifeblood? there is little else for you to do other than be eaten.#asks #gonna add a trigger warning for tags sorry y'all. kinda got a lil too in character #tw vore mention #tw cannibalism mention

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frenchfrywrites · 2 years

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concept: leona or rook getting roughly fucked and knotted by werewolf reader

😳 very into this concept anon

I think Leona would love having a werewolf reader as a partner.. I think he'd be a bit more bratty, just to have you growl or nip him. He'd absolutely love knotting, scratches something in his beastman brain

and omggg Rook would LOOOVE having a werewolf partner.. the hunter becomes the hunted 😈 He'd try to escape you, challenging you and seeing if you can keep up with him. He'll want you to tackle him and take him right there in the forest. When you knot him he'll babble about how good it feels to be stretched and to have your cum plugged up inside of him.

#i just know rook would be so into predator/prey... this is not a hot take #french fry replies #spice #thirst #cw knotting

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asexualchad · 7 months

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not only was Prey good (friendship ended with the Alien franchise now Predator is my best friend) but they credited all of their COVID safety staff toe to tip A+

#i forget who i got this info from but apparently the Predator books are all over good female characters #Alien had one last chance because of Prometheus then they went and blew it hard #also ad hominem but Prey gets points because Dakota Beavers' ig is like all thirst traps

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prey-4-me · 11 months

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Could you please do an Older Yautja x Reader the reader is helping him/hunting or something and gets hurt. Him being protective etc. If not that's okay too! I wasn't sure if you still wanted requests or not💖

Thx for requesting! I hope you like it ♥️

Older Yautja x reader, no smut, some fluff

Yautja Translations

Kv’var - hunt

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Nat’ka’pu took the ship out of hyperdrive. The planet hung in orbit in front of you suddenly. Turning to you, he grumbled softly, “Here we are. Let’s get on the surface. What biome do you want to land in?”

You considered. “Above the equator, but still warm. Maybe some plains or forests?” You were thinking about Earth lately and wanted something vaguely familiar.

“Homesick?” He asked, turning back to the flight controls.

“Naw,” you denied. Maybe you were a little. It had been awhile since you’d even been in your home solar system, let alone Earth.

He seemed to understand your feelings anyway, “We can plan a trip there. I always enjoy hunting the poachers while they hunt in… what continent is it? Africa?” ”Yeah,” you mumbled, happy at his choice of prey but still unwilling to admit you were homesick.

“It will be a nice trip. Now, let’s get this kv’var going.” He took you down through the cloud cover swiftly. It broke into a view of the ocean, which spread out below you like a large, blue blanket. He skimmed the water, having fun piloting.

“Acting a bit young for your age, hmm?” You teased.

“Never too old to have fun,” he commented, taking the ship up a bit. A land mass was quickly approaching. It broke out of the water like a golden mountain, greenish trees dotting it like sloppy polka dots.

“Here we are,” he took you over a few large hills and landed in a low spot. “This is where I stayed last time. Very nice spots to hunt in several directions from here.” He stood, “Let’s get your ooman camping gear. Since you insist on sleeping outside the ship…” ”It’ll be fun!” You insisted, throwing yourself into his powerful arms. He grumbled happily, wrapping them around you gently. “If you say so,” he teased. He lowered his head to lightly scratch at the top of your head with his mandibles. It was a sign of affection you enjoyed dearly. You smiled and closed your eyes momentarily.

He pulled away, “Come. Time for these things later. I want to get camp set up before nightfall. The nights here are very dark; there are few stars visible through all the cloudcover on this planet.”

You followed him to the cargo bay, where you had carefully packed all your gear. You were excited to use it alongside Nat’ka’pu. Usually you used all Yautja gear, but this time you were going ‘low tech.’ It would be a nice reminder of home, as well as just something a bit different to do.

Sighing happily, you got to work unpacking. Nat’ka’pu dutifully assisted you, careful with your ooman items so as to not damage them. His strength and the fragility of ooman objects always startled him.

Grinning to yourself, you grabbed your backpack. This was going to be great.

***

Snap! The sound reverberated through the space as you fell. You seemed to fall forever, in slow motion. But all too soon you hit the rocky ground. The way you landed, you knew you were in trouble. Winded, you laid there evaluating. Something was definitely wrong with your left leg. It hurt terribly. But your guts also hurt. Was it just from being jostled from the impact or where you internally bleeding? Fuck.

You reached for your comm. It was gone. Fuck. It would take Nat’ka’pu awhile to notice you were in trouble; you had split up to take down a bear-like creature he called Mnumu. It would make a fine addition to your trophies. But not if you were dead. You looked around. You had fallen into a small opening in the ground. Turned out it was a sort of cave, albeit a small one.

You knew you had to help yourself. It would take Nat’ka’pu valuable time to notice you were missing and then to search for you. You didn’t want him to find a corpse.

Hoisting yourself up slowly, you moved as fast as you could. It was a snails pace, but it was better than nothing. You stood. Looking around, slightly stooped to hold your stomach, you hoped for an escape route. After a moment of pained investigation, you thought one wall looked scalable. For an uninjured human. You sighed; you’d just have to try it anyway. Time to go for it. You grit your teeth and hobbled to the wall. Gripping stone in each shaking hand, you gathered the courage to climb.

***

You heaved your damaged leg over the top of the ledge. Finally. You had made it, after an excruciating climb. It had been painful to climb, but also terrifying. You didn’t want to fall again.

You again searched for your comm. Maybe you had dropped it before falling into the hole?

Nothing.

You gave up. You had to move on. Your guts were still hurting. Maybe even more so than initially. But you could only struggle along so fast. Your left leg was definitely broken. You hobbled along, using low hanging branches to support yourself. You headed toward camp very slowly. The light was already fading. You weren’t sure how active the fauna was at night on this planet, and you definitely weren’t prepared to find out alone. You had to make it back before dusk was over.

You struggled for maybe an hour. The distance was reasonably short, but you were badly injured and not even sure if you could make it all the way. You became afraid as the light died and the darkness closed in around you. Nat’ka’pu was right; it was horrifically dark at night here. You stumbled along, walking into trees and tripping over uneven ground. Finally you took your last fall. You couldn’t get up; you were simply in too much pain and too weak from covering the short distance you had made it. Trying to hold back outright terror, you reasoned that Nat’ka’pu now knew you were in trouble. He was looking for you. He was a well experienced tracker, being the Elder in his clan. He’d find you. You somewhat relaxed.

A twig snapped. You waited. Nat’ka’pu?

Only insect chatter.

You waited some more. Then you heard heavy footfalls coming your way. Nat’ka’pu was light of foot. What was this?

Whatever it was circled you slowly, small twigs snapping here and there. It seemed to not mind that you could track its movement. It probably sensed your injury.

A low growl sounded. More circling. You drew your knife. It was the only thing you had to defend yourself with, aside from your bare hands. An extended growl sounded from very close behind you. You whimpered, scrambling to turn to face it. By the time you had, you had heard it circle around to be behind you again. Fear clutched your heart like a crushing hand.

You turned your head, straining to see anything. But it was dark and quiet and terrifyingly calm.

It charged you. You heard it coming like a freight train. It roared.

Wait, that was a familiar roar. A scuffled ensued in the dark. You heard Nat’ka’pu’s aggressive clicks and roars as he and the Thing tore at each other. You heard a tree branch crack. Screaming, yelping, then silence. Terrible silence. You called out into the dark.

“It’s okay.” The sound was right in your ear. Startled, you yelled and fell backwards. You laid there weakly as Nat’ka’pu crooned to you, “It’s okay, small one. I’m here. The Mnumu is not a threat anymore. Now, let me see.” You heard him clicking through the different visions in his helmet. Finally he growled and clicked softly. Gentle hands reached out and scooped you up.

“We’re not far from the ship. We’ll be there in no time.” You felt him stand and turn and begin walking rapidly.

“Am I… am I okay?” You asked weakly, feeling dizzy.

“…yes.” He didn’t elaborate. You knew you were in trouble. You felt him hug you to himself slightly more tight than before.

Suddenly a great screaming echoed through the forest. It was followed by several other distinct cries. A group of Mnumu?

Great crashing sounds came from behind. They gained on you at a frightening speed. Nat’ka’pu set you down on something bushy and soft. “Stay awake. I need to deal with these.” You heard his laser cannon activate. He turned to face them and let out a bone shaking roar. An explosion went off. In the brief light, you saw Nat’ku’pu grappling with two huge Mnumu. Then all was dark again. Only the gnashing of teeth and sounds of battle let you know what was going on.

Something screamed in pain. Something else roared in anger. Nat’ka’pu uttered a ferocious growl. Then all was breaking tree limbs and grunting. Something heavy fell in the forest. All was suddenly shockingly still. You heard whimpering. Then quiet. All was horribly quiet.

“My heart, are you okay?” Nat’ka’pu sounded strange.

“Yes,” you called out, arms outstretched. You were rewarded with warm clicks and a strong embrace. “Come, little one. We need to go.” You had started to feel cold. You knew you needed to go now.

You felt something warm drip on you as Nat’ka’pu ran through the forest, carrying you in a protective embrace. “Nat’ka,” you called him by your nickname for him, “are you bleeding?”

“A little,” he confessed, still with a strange tone to his voice. You wondered how bad it was for him. Cold suddenly grabbed your body like a wet blanket. You whimpered for Nat’ka. He growled to you, “Stay awake. My little warrior. You are going to be fine.” You believed him, and kept your eyes open as long as you could. But, they were so heavy…

***

“Up, up. Up.” You were being shaken.

You realized you had slipped into dangerous unconsciousness. Whimpering softly, you reached towards Nat’ka’s voice.

Large hands grabbed yours. “Here, I’m here, little warrior. You’re so brave. Now, stay awake for me.”

Pain spiked up your left leg all the way up your spine. Sniffling, you tried to ask what was going on. “Are we on the ship? Are we safe? Did you—“ you babbled.

Nat’ka’pu grumbled softly as his hands worked over your leg. “Your bone is protruding. It will be okay, but this is gonna hurt.” ”What will?” Crunch! You screamed in pain as Nat’ka responded, “That. Now your bone is back in alignment in your body.” He squirted sterile liquid all over your leg. It burned. You wriggled in utter agony, your guts still hurting badly. You realized you had to tell Nat’ka.

“My stomach is hurting. I think I hurt it in the fall too.” ”Fall? What happened?” He continued to work calmly.

“Uh, I uh slipped and fell into a ravine.”

He grumbled, “Ooomans so heavy footed.”’

Finally you realized the strange tone in Nat’ka’s voice. He was in pain. “Are you wounded?” You tried to sit up to evaluate him. You groaned, too weak and shaky to even lift your head up.

“Yes. It’s not too bad though. Just a bite on my shoulder.” He carefully palpated your stomach until you yelled out. “Right there! It hurts right there,” you panted.

“Okay. Let’s get you in the medscanner. Your leg is repaired for the moment. But this pain could be serious.” He gently scooped you up again. You closed your eyes, guts churning and feeling shaken and battered. As he carried you, your heavy eyelids closed again.

*** ”I’m fine; really,” you assured your friend. She clicked dubiously. “You’re on one leg and your organs are bruised. I dunno if I’d classify that as ‘okay,’ really.” ”Well. I’m alive. And walking. Nat’ka’pu took good care of me.”

A snarl sounded from behind you. You and your friend both turned to face Skemte. He clicked his mandibles derisively. “I see Nat’kapu almost lost his pet. So frail, this soft meat.” He shoved you. Your buddy had to grab you to keep you from falling over. Just as you both were complaining, you heard a furious roar the likes of which you had never heard before. Who was that? You swiveled your neck sharply to just in time see Nat’ka midair. He was targeting Skemte, your erstwhile bully. You snapped your head around to watch the impact as the Elder Yautja pummeled the younger. There was no mercy.

Skemte shrieked and whined, “I didn’t see you there! I didn’t mean anything by it!” Nat’ka’pu stopped, but boxed Skemte’s ears as he growled, “Any attack against them is a one against me, understand?” Skemte nodded, barely able to stand after the beating. Nat’ka let him go and focused his attention on you. “Are you okay?” ”Yeah,” you grumbled, embarrassed you were so impaired at the moment.

He gently grabbed you. “Let’s go; I want to talk to you…” You both thanked your friend for their help. Turning, you felt Na’ta’pu wrap a powerful arm around your slighter form.

***

“So, what do you want to discuss?” You asked, once you had reached your shared quarters. ”Oh, nothing, I just wanted to bring you back here so you could rest. I need to watch over you better right now; I can’t believe I let Skemte blindside you like that.” He growled, eyes dark.

“I’m okay,” you reassured. He gently put his forehead to yours. “But you could definitely be better. So, lie down and take a nap. I can see you’re tired. I’ll be here the whole time, watching you.”

Smiling, you laid down slowly, your body complaining. Once comfortable, Nat’ka’pu tucked you in. Sitting next to you, he ran a hand lightly over your head. Purring a lullaby, he soothed you to sleep.

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