Author's forward:
Hello! This is my first work which I can say I've actually 'really' finished. If you're here for 'porn with plot', then there are many chapters which I may direct you to: 3, 5, and 7, come to mind. I think there's another but I am unsure.
But anyways, if you were looking for a semi-serious story between a Human and a Yautja then this actually has that as well.
Now without any adieu please enjoy my story;
An Emo and a Yautja
"We're here on a vacation, and the least you could do, for once, is not to embarrass your father or me by wearing that makeup everywhere."
The boy rolled his eyes and turned his iPod headphones even louder, another act of defiance carelessly thrown in his stepmothers face.
He was wearing eyeliner and a liberal amount of eyeshadow, that, in addition to his relatively expansive wardrobe of profanity ridden clothing, and overall presentation drew nothing but ire from his parents.
Currently the family was in a rental car driving from the airport towards the expansive resort they would be staying in for the next week, and having come off of a long flight and wholly stressed by adjusting to the temperature, collecting their luggage, renting the car, and everything else associated with the vacation production the air with the cabin of the car was tense to say the least.
This air of tension was exacerbated by the loud music coming from the boy's headphones.
Beside him his younger sister yanked out the headphone jack and grabbed his iPod which was resting in between the torn material of a hole cut into the thigh of his skinny jeans.
He immediately looked away from the window towards the offending party, preparing his hands to try and wrestle, or rip, his music back.
"Clair!" he yelled.
"What! Maybe the rest of us don't want to hear your 'sab baton' or whatever garbage for the hundredth time."
In silent agreement the parents in the front of the car nodded, before one of them spoke up, deescalating the situation.
"Stop it both of you, we're nearly to the hotel, once we're there you can both do what you want as far from each other as you want."
Reluctantly the two siblings relented and Clair handed back her brothers iPod.
Staring out the window at the rolling tropical coastline our resident, rebellious, boy, could only think of two things; ogling girls on the beach, and going for a walk alone.
Pulling into the portes-cochère of the hotel, the family exited their car and immediately the Valet and lobby staff began assisting in unloading the bags and ushering the new guests towards the air conditioned and cool modern lobby of the grand hotel.
Hotel de Palma Blanca, was a massive complex built closely to the beach and encompassed a very large portion of the total area of the island the family was staying on. In addition to its beachfront access the Hotel also entertained guests with many hiking-trails, through the jungle and mountains, all closer towards the interior of the island.
After checking in and settling into their suite, the two parents set into relaxing on their large bed while the two kids were now free to do as they pleased.
Clair immediately opened her bags and went into the bathroom to change into a swimsuit, deciding to spend the remaining daylight getting used to the heat and the sun of the beach.
Jake left the room as soon as he threw his bag onto a bed, and he set towards an exploratory walk.
He had grabbed a map of the resort and the island from the lobby concierge desk and set off towards a garden area not far from the hotel in the jungle.
The area was one of the listed must see spots; a natural spring and waterfall which was large enough to swim in. It was almost a guarantee of seeing some chicks in bikinis. Of course the beach of the resort was probably more populated it was bound to be weird with all the families, young kids, and stuff, for a fully clothed emo kid to be on the beach.
Though his plan wasn't exactly the most well thought out either.
But what would you expect of a jet-lagged, sex deprived, antisocial, young adult?
Jake was a few hundred yards from the hotel and had just started on the gravel path when the thought dawned on him, that maybe black skinny-jeans and a tight fitting darkly coloured t-shirt was not the best attire to go hiking into the jungle with.
But the promise of seclusion, with the potential to see or even talk to hot women, was enough to spur the young emo music listing lad onwards.
By the time he had made it to the spring and waterfall he wasn't exactly sure that all his effort was worth it, and he audibly groaned at the idea he'd have to walk back.
The spring was certainly a must see place, and the mist coming off the waterfall was wonderfully cooling. The area was unfortunately deserted, and showed no recent signs of life, much to the young-man's hormone fueled disappointment.
Walking towards the rocky edge of the pool Jake looked around again, straining his eyes to try and see if there was anyone coming down or up from any of the many trails into the clearing.
Each path was as dark and devoid of movement as the other and Jake breathed out a small sigh.
At least he could have the whole area to himself for a while.
Sitting on a large boulder Jake leaned over to untie his pink and black custom converse high-tops. Then he pulled off his socks and folded up his pant legs slightly, planning to dip his feet into the water for a while as he sat in the shade, and zoned out to some music.
Surprisingly he wasn't playing anything offensive or 'hard-core', instead he had some soft pop album that he'd recently gotten into as a suggestion from a friend of his.
He'd been using this specific artist to wind down to, and he would, without fail, be able to nap to the album, and had the uncanny ability to wake up as soon as it was done.
Cooling his feet off, sitting in the shade, the young emo subsequently passed out, and his chest slowly rose up and down, in a steady rhythm. His necklaces rattled slightly with each breath.
Overhead a huntress was eyeing him intently.
Sitting cloaked on a thick tree branch was a female Yautja, predator, and she looked intently at the human who had unwittingly walked into her field of vision.
She was not on a hunt, instead she had come to this island with much the same desire as the many human families, namely to relax and enjoy ones' self.
As such she was not equipped with an extensive array of weapons, in fact at present she did not possess any at all other than a long serrated dagger, about the size of a Bowie knife.
The human male she was looking at was curiously dressed, and also shaped.
She could tell he was young, and from his size he was not a warrior, in fact he appeared as sickly and unfit. He didn't have significant musculature, and was quite thin; as she watched him walk she could also hear his shallow breathing, indicating he had limited stamina.
Even amongst humans he would probably be very easy to dominate, and physically defeat, though he was probably intelligent, and capable of outsmarting opponents in spite of his physically unimposing appearance.
He had long, unnaturally coloured hair, with facial piercings, and he also wore dark smudge on his face. She assumed this was all to do with a customary form of beautification, and in a perverse way she could understand and recognize that he was 'pretty'.
Having sized him up she guessed he'd probably weigh no more than 120 pounds, and was probably no older than 20 years. Still a pup, she laughed.
His wrists were adorned with many bracelets, beads, and jewels, and he bore a few necklaces as well.
Watching him for several minutes after he had lied down the huntress determined that he was indeed unconscious.
And she noiselessly moved from her perch to look at him closer. She could have just as easily zoomed in using her visor, but she wanted to get close enough to touch her prey.
Getting closer to the sleeping human she saw that he had left his small electronic device on his stomach. It had a chord which split into two ends, both of which went into his ears, and she cocked her head in confusion at what possible uses the device rendered to their operator.
The huntress was now very close, and she had knelt to observe the boy's breathing.
It went up and down steadily, and she was able to look at the strangeness of the creature's face.
He had two black lip rings on either side of his mouth, and a small steel bar through his right eyebrow, then his eyelids were covered in black soot, or some other such substance, and she saw that against the makeup, the black of his clothes, and dark colour of his hair the human's skin was a bright pale.
She almost admired the human's hair, it was dark almost black but with a tinge of purple throughout, the bangs came down to almost cover his eyes, and the sides covered his neck.
Though the huntress couldn't help but regard his clothing with unease. His shirt and his pants seemed deliberately unsuited for the environment, and they would not serve well for movement should he try to run, or if he needed to perform strenuously in them.
He had removed his footwear to expose his very pale and tiny, appendages. The huntress always remarked how similar humans were to Yautja, but then they had such almost handicapping differences.
His feet for example, the structure was the same as to hers, but the toes were far too small, and the nails were so thin and underdeveloped they could never help to hold a position in a tree. Hers were sharp and strong enough to help anchor tightly to most naturally occurring surfaces.
His hands and fingernails too were far too small, for the things a Yautja could do. Strangely enough this human's nails were black, whether it was natural or he did it himself she did not know. But either way his wrists and arms were so thin she knew she could easily break them if she so desired.
She looked at his shoes and the thin pieces of material that were on him underneath the shoe, and she couldn't help but let her curiosity get the better of her. She pensively reached across his sleeping body to pick up one of the two black socks lying across his shoes.
It was surprisingly soft to the touch and fuzzy too.
She'd take it as a minor trophy, signifying the proximity she was able to get to an unconscious human. She couldn't help but click her tusks and laugh slightly.
De-cloaking herself she opened a pouch on her belt to stow the new acquisition of the benign sock.
Evidentially she made much more noise than she thought she was, below her, Jake had woken up.