Tracking the Stantler was trivial due to the obvious trails it left in the snow. The two hunters followed the dragging prints and frozen trickle of blood for only a minute more, knowing that the Stantler could not have gotten that far from them. Jack's stomach was fluttering in anticipation. Cleo was too impatient to following alongside Jack and darted off ahead, eager to claim the Stantler for herself. Jack saw it as a race and started to sprint through the high snow. Running in the dead of winter was much more stressful for the human than the Sharp Claw Pokémon, effortlessly putting a good dozen feet in front of him at all times. Fortunately, he didn't need to sprint much more as the tracks deepened and there was more blood on the ground.
There sat the Stantler as still as a stone from getting shot in the heart and burning every ounce of its youthful energy to try and escape death. A large red splotch came from his right shoulder blade, and a tiny trickle dripped from its mouth, pooling and freezing on the ground it would eternally rest on if left undisturbed. No twitches, spasms, or movement of any sort came from the body. Its eyes were left completely open with half its face covered in powdery snow. From the looks of things, the Stantler didn't struggle when it finally collapsed and bled out in its last moments. It seemed to have accepted its fate peacefully.
Cleo beat Jack by a long shot, celebrating her victory by perversely drinking from the wound channel on its side and lapping up some of its rapidly cooling blood. Truth be told, she was envious at how effortlessly he killed the Big Horn Pokémon. Just point vaguely at it, apply a bit of pressure with her finger, a loud bang and presto! If humans could make things dead as simple as that, no wonder everything seemed to be afraid of bringing them up. The only thing better to her was if it was dropped on the spot, but hey, giving her a bit of chase was fine by her! The Sharp Claw Pokémon helped herself to the open wound from the Stantler, merrily drinking its blood. Forget about what she was feeling before; this was the life for her! All the fun and nutrition from a carnivorous diet while hardly exerting anything to get it!
The budding hunter caught up, panting lightly from the sudden exertion. He saw Cleo on her knees drinking from the gunshot wound he inflicted on the Stantler, grossed out. The human cringed at his companion crassly slating her thirst from the bloody wound.
(I know you're carnivorous, but come on! Show some respect!)
"Cleo!" Jack called to the Sharp Claw Pokémon, embarrassingly turning around with a red-shaded mouth. "Come on, show some respect!
She soon grew amused at the hunter's frustration and absurdly stepped aside, acting smug and feeling that familiar warm sensation under her fur. She stared at him while exaggeratedly licking her stained claws, trying to act playful and making light of the Stantler's death. Jack sighed at her disturbing behavior, seeing death as a plaything for her, and wondering if she'll take it a step too far. He didn't like the fact she was getting uppity, even probably questioning and judging the young hunter silently and considering if he was worth her time following when she could probably get better results alone. Now that Cleo was already starting to help herself the body that Jack was supposed to carry back for him and Wilson to eat, things got even more challenging. Cleo still had the obedience to follow his orders and step aside, for now.
(Talk about morbid.)
Jack knelt beside the dead Stantler, soberly examining the body in great detail and wanting to pay it respects.
It had a robust fur coat up close, its colors resembling well-finished walnut and a cream-colored underbelly. A coat tarnished by a fast cooling, rapdily darkening crimson tide of its life force leaking from where its heart once was. Half its face was face down in the snow, spraying the other half with light, fluffy snowflakes from the impact. The antlers were only just beginning to sprout and form. It was the main take away that this one was young; no doubt that this was one of its first winters to experience. A gloved thumb ran over the small set of antlers, pressing down on the peaks to feel how sharp and stiff they were.
Jack couldn't help but feel a little remorse for the Pokémon as he loomed over its cold, still figure. Perhaps in another life, he would've saved it for another year's hunt. Given another decade, the human and the stag would have both developed into proud, mature participants of a much more refined pastime. Both would have grown older, wiser, and developed a greater understanding and respect for the world around them. And from such experience and outlook only time could grant, both would've bestowed each other a much more satisfying hunt. A much more honorable game of hunters and stags for both of them to engage in since the beginning of humanity.
The young hunter closed his eyes and gave a courteous moment of silence for the Stantler, gently wiping the snow off its face, shutting its lifeless eyes, and thanking it for bringing him good game and the recognition that comes with it.
"Thank you."
The Sharp Claw Pokémon was torn between feeding her hunger or feeding her emerging desires, opting for the former. The Weavile thought that Jack was being silly and wasting his time showing respect for the Stantler. To her, she saw the Stantler and similar Pokémon as nothing more than inferior, overpopulated piles of meat on legs, just waiting for a Sneasel or Weavile to chase it down and rip it apart into bite-sized chunks. Why bother kneeling and giving it a moment of silence? A dead body won't give you respect, she thought. A meal doesn't talk back and compliment you for choosing to sit down and eat it. And there laid one, going to waste with each passing second. The only good Stantler was a dead Stantler to her warped, dark mind.
Cleo rudely approached the fallen Big Horn Pokémon to help herself to the spoils of a good hunt. Jack quickly got up and carefully held her back with his left arm, trying to shove her away from the body and trying to avoid making her lash out from anger. The huntress whined from being pushed back by the bigger hunter multiple times.
"[Come on! Just let me eat it!]"
Eventually, she pulled away and crossed her arms, pouting in disgust. Her attitude was finally getting on his nerves. He scolded Cleo on her conduct as he stood in front of the Big Horn Pokémon's cream-colored belly and firmly pointing at the Sharp Claw Pokémon,
"Remember the one who killed it and got you to a better place."
Cleo conceded and barely held back pressing the issue further. If there was a bad thing Jack had to say about his Pokémon partner, is that she wasn't very patient and sometimes acted very disrespectful. Not to mention morbid from outright drinking blood. He just hoped that she would be disciplined down the line and no longer act like this. At least he could sympathize with Wilson a little bit now, seeing how having to deal with Sharp Claw Pokémon might be a headache.
Jack crouched down and firmly grasped the forelegs in his right hand while grasping the hind legs with his left. He sucked frigid air through his teeth and pulled straight up, lifting the Stantler body over his head. It was much lighter than he expected and managed to drape its front half right behind his neck. With a little more effort, the young Stantler was completely slung over his shoulders and held in place with both of Jack's hands.
"There we go!" said Jack as he adjusted the Stantler's belly to rest on the back of his neck to evenly distribute the weight. Cleo backed up and giggled at Jack carrying the carcass. She may not have been able to feed right after the Stantler died and was found, but the entertainment from seeing the human fireman's carry a Stantler made up for it. The hunter shook his head and was ready to return.
"Well, why don't you lead the way again? Earn that appetite," asked Jack, trying to not drop the Stantler. Cleo chuckled again and went in front of Jack, skipping across the snow merrily. She accidentally outran Jack several times on the return trip, only stopping after he called to her to slow down. Cleo was too amused at the thought of a dozen other Weavile working together to carry the Stantler back to their home. And here it was done entirely by Jack! Cleo blushed at seeing him carry around the body, the gun and its ammo, and other weighted things through numbingly cold weather all by himself. The Stantler was lighter than either of them thought, especially to Cleo, who never had to carry a heavy load before. Cleo never had to haul anything heavy back home herself, but she was still intrigued by how much he could carry.
Still, that strong body of his and his proficiency with his gun giving a short, effective, bloody chase delighted her. And all for a fraction of the work she would've had to put in if she was alone.
Still, it wasn't preciously a walk in the park for the outdoorsman, having to carry a dead Pokémon on his shoulders while having a Weavile act sassy around him.
Off in the distance, Wilson was doing some more target practice on the Pokémon targets set up on the property with one of his pistols. It hadn't been that long since Jack and the Weavile ran off into the wilderness to try hunting again. Wilson assumed that they would be okay, even if he was kicking himself a little for not having the backbone to kick the Weavile out for good. Thinking about the Sharp Claw Pokémon only made him think about almost shooting Jack in a whiskey-fueled rage over it, and it troubled him greatly. He managed to put up with the Pokémon's presence this long, but being around it forced those nasty thoughts to surface. Those thoughts were soon to be quelled through stress-relieving shooting.
"Dammit Jack," Wilson groaned while tightly gripping his gun, angrily squeezing the trigger for another round. And again, and again, repeatedly on a fake Sawsbuck. The gunshots roared across the isolated, icy lands, easily falling upon the ears of every being in a mile radius.
Not too far from the firing range was the duo returning on a job well done. Jack was getting fatigued while Cleo was in the front, looking over her shoulder and seeing her partner having to carry all of the burdens. She liked being in control of these situations and didn't mind seeing that Stantler slumped over his shoulders. To her, it looked kind of cute seeing it being hauled solo, the hunter following every move she made, and stopping when she did to idly look around or swing her hips around. Jack rolled his eyes at her behavior.
"Yeah, I know you have a rump. What's gotten into you?"
However, she picked up odd, short-lived sounds up ahead and snapped her neck forward. This time she stopped for a good reason, keeping an eye out for more of those sounds. Jack stopped yet again and heard them as well. Quiet "POP. POP. POP." came from ahead.
They were gunshots. There was only one other person that could be making them.
Jack's face beamed with glee at knowing he didn't have to carry it for much longer. He took a deep breath and started to sprint through the snow, covering the last stretch of land he had to cross before he could gut the Stantler. The boy zoomed past Cleo, a little surprised by the human's sudden burst of energy.
"[Hey, hold up!]" wailed the Sharp Claw Pokémon. She started to sprint as well, soon catching up to Jack, lightly huffing as he was running ahead.
"[You said I could lead you around!]"
The outdoorsman ignored Cleo's comments to conserve his breath as he ran towards the sound, knowing that it wouldn't be farther now. Soon he was forced to come to a power walk for the last section, heavily huffing from being out of breath and quickly growing tired. Cleo looked hardly tired. She smirked at him, silently teasing him for being out of breath so soon. Jack spat in disgust and tried to hurry to cross the homestretch and catch some rest in a warm building. The gunshots grew louder as the hunter was ready to put the body down and catch his breath from walking around in such a bleak environment with lots of equipment bogging him down for hours.
The burdened young man could see the vague details of Wilson's cabin against a thinning net of trees. Just as the cabin came into view, the gunshots had stopped. The shooting grandfather got up to check out where his bullets went as he saw something in the corner of his right eye. Jack mustered up what little reserve energy he got from taking it slow again and made a full-on sprint to the cabin. Cleo raced alongside him, easily beating him again and leaving him in the dust with a childish grin. Jack still ran and finally broke off from the trees, coming into plain sight onto Wilson's property. The grandfather recognized the two, but focused more on Jack. He appeared to be carrying something over his back, and he looked exhausted. Wilson put down his pistol and shuffled towards his grandson, eager to see how well he did.
The grandson's face was flushed with a red, exhausted hue. His breathing was strained, and he reverted to a slow walk once he was halfway from the open property to the tree lines. Wilson got closer and identified the Pokémon on Jack's back as a Stantler. It was young, but looked hearty, healthy, and bloody, from the red streaks coming from its heart. Wilson's grandson had finally shot and recovered a Pokémon he hunted.
"Jack!" called Wilson with a complimenting smile on his face, "well done! You finally did it, you've made your first successful hunt! And it's intact…"
"Uh-huh," deadpanned the grandson while continued to march around the back of the cabin, "Carrying this thing isn't that easy when it's for a few miles in the ice."
Cleo had her knuckles on her hips, glossing over at Jack and ignoring the veteran outdoorsman. Wilson looked at her silently and admitted she probably contributed to Jack's success as a hunter today despite her sassy demeanor. The grandfather turned around and marched with his grandson, kindly accompanying him to the property's processing station. When they arrived, Jack clumsily dropped the Stantler onto the snow and stretched, feeling immediate relief at not having to carry it on his shoulders anymore. Wilson admired the young Stantler, seeing it as an excellent opener for Jack's hunting career. Jack heaved and heaved, continuing to loosen up after his journey.
"You look tired; you should rest up inside. Eat something and relax. I can get this started for you."
"Yeah, sounds good."
Cleo had followed the two men around back. She admired the stale, frozen blood stains all around the station, but set her sights on Jack and started to swing her hips around more. The huntress was still high on her playful attitude and getting his attention, tilting her head and cutely examining the two men with the Stantler. Wilson turned towards the Pokémon again, getting flashbacks to the Stantler he had to struggle with and immediately dealing with the Weavile pack. He groaned in the back of his throat as Jack spoke to him once more.
"Yep, she's pretty helpful. She led me to it from the tracks and tree scratches I would've passed over otherwise. 'Course, she thinks she took all the credit. Probably because we finally did something."
Wilson rolled his eyes and looked at the Stantler at his feet. There wouldn't be as much meat as a full-grown, rutting Stantler he processed before, but it would be very tender and flavorful. On top of it all, its head was fully intact so it could make a remarkable trophy for Jack once it was taken to the taxidermist.
"You can string it up and I'll deal with it later," Jack said again, "I need a break."
"Just take her inside with you, alright?"
Jack walked over to Cleo and managed to scoop her into his arms, taking her with him inside the cabin. Cleo didn't put up much of a fuss being cradled in his arms again. She stared back with her tongue lightly exposed for the short walk inside the cabin while gripping his wrists with her claws. The hunter let off a soft, uncertain moan from the pain and while his eyes shifted away in sarcasm. It was good to be back at the warm cabin, at least. Now he could rest a little bit before processing the Stantler outside. And maybe then he can figure out why Cleo was acting so uppity.
About half an hour passed and the sun was starting to dip beneath the horizon, quickly ushering in a frosty winter night. Jack recuperated by warming up at the fire and making a meal out of some venison steaks from a previous Pokémon. It tasted just as delicious as all the other meats he sampled with Wilson. Soon he would throw on his heavy clothes and start carving up the Stantler he and his partner managed to hunt down. Cleo had her fair share with a large hunk of tender venison given to her, instantly being gobbled down by the predator, not minding any of her table manners. She looked up at Jack, eager to head out and watch him butcher the Stantler and add to the cabin's food supply, hungry for more scenes of blood and flesh parting. The novice hunter sighed at his companion's attitude hardly changing since they returned to Wilson's property.
"You sure are acting strange," spoke Jack as he got up and started to gear up again, "were you that bored waiting for this day?"
She turned her back to Jack and scratched behind her right ear feather, looking over her shoulder and winking with a slight rocking of her hips. It forced a humorous smile on his face.
"You really like attention, don't you?" laughed Jack as he threw on the rest of his gear.
Cleo then turned around and lightly panted with partially closed eyes with her claws on her waist. Jack didn't know what to make of it and quickly suited on to go outside and prepare the Stantler. The Sharp Claw Pokémon followed behind with her head pointed up towards the human more instead of looking straight ahead. All the while, she was panting lightly and pressed her hands against her abdomen more in admiration.
Outside in the chilly night was Wilson that prepared the offal buckets and already skinned the Stantler. By the cabin's wall was a flood light shining right on the Big Horn Pokémon, giving enough illumination to see what was going on. Jack announced himself as he saw the raw, skinned Stantler ready to be carved up and processed. Upon closer inspection, he realized its crotch was cut into, and the head was missing!
"'Bout time you came back out," Wilson said, "but I got it started for you. The gross stuff, at least."
He raised the clean-cut head of the Stantler by the short antlers.
"I'll take this to the taxidermist and get a nice trophy for you. You remember how to dress the carcass, don't you?"
Jack nodded.
"Good. Just remember to go slow and cut close to the bone, so you get the most out of it. I know a guy who works long hours for this stuff, so I'll be back in a few hours. And don't worry iff'ya screw up a lot, it's your first time."
Wilson started to loop around the cabin to bring the Big Horn Pokémon to his truck to be made into a trophy. He turned around and gave the last word to his grandson left to gut the Stantler.
"And it tastes better when you do it yourself."
Jack chuckled again and waved Wilson goodbye. Now it was Jack and Cleo, alone on Wilson's property. Jack was going to try his hand at processing the Big Horn Pokémon, and Cleo got to watch all that meat being carved up in glee. The young man grabbed Wilson's large knife on the large table and prepared himself not to get grossed out at the dirty job ahead of him.
The tip of the knife sunk into the peak of the dead Pokémon and carefully descended its belly. About halfway through, the Stantler's internal organs were peering out of the downward slit, exciting Cleo at seeing disembowelment. She quickly scurried to Jack's right-side for a better view, looking in awed pleasure of Jack gutting the carcass. Her tongue ran across her lips in expectation with a few hungry whines, pressuring Jack to hurry up and prepare dinner. The human took his time and continued to cut along the belly, stopping around the breastbones. More of the organs started to bulge out even more so once he pulled the two sides apart. The knife went into the body behind the flopping internals and made a few more cuts inside, disconnecting the organs from the rest of the meat.
To his right was Cleo watching with an unblinking, toothy grin, like she was in the first-row seats of a spectacular play. The Weavile loved every moment of watching the Stantler get gutted and soon to be processed into bite-sized chunks of tender, juicy, nutritious meat. Such a spectacle was perfect for a Pokémon like her. In fact, when Jack was starting to scoop out the pile of offal to drop on the ground and deal with later, her left claw shot low and subconsciously rubbed her around her groin.
Cleo was finally giving in to her timely, rutting instincts that sprung up not too long ago. Though she was a predator and did enjoy seeing her food start to be prepared in front of her, she had her thoughts set on something else. Something else more hormonal, something more carnal. The Weavile refused to take her lustful, ruby-red eyes off the human, imagining taking him as her soul mate. Much taller than her, though partly biased from her height, and could make for a formidable predator with the loud, authoritative weapons at his disposal. All that meat he could bring in to carve up, all those Pokémon he could finish off if he wanted, to her delight. Cleo wanted to feel his warm body press against her naturally chilled body and soon get intimate.
Her knuckles started to work faster, pleasuring her more as they were lightly wetted. The Sharp Claw Pokémon wanted to take him as hers, and only hers. She would take him as a mate and let him have her way with her. The Weavile imagined all the joy and satisfaction to be had with letting him have his way with her, overflowing her perfect with his essence. She imagined him making love to her and giving her multiple baby Sneasel to raise as the best hunters this tundra has seen. Doing so would force the population of other, inferior Pokémon to its knees while theirs would increase in the long run.
Cleo truly had her mind set on all the core purposes of any biological being such as herself. Not just a Pokémon in her case, but a machine made of flesh and bone whose only purpose was to merrily kill and consume other species she deemed as inferior and indulge in the carnal pleasure of making more of itself. And it was all fine to her. The Weavile deemed it as natural, righteous, and encouraged to do such things. Otherwise, why did she and all the other ones of her species feel the same, and why not do it?
Cleo started to pleasure herself even more with the thoughts hormonal fantasies with the human and would it would mean for the Sharp Claw Pokémon of the future. Her fantasies got to a point where she could no longer conceal it. Jack finished scooping out the organs and plopped them onto the ground, leaving only the tender muscle left to carve up. The hunter heard something emanating from the right and turned out of curiosity. It sounded like a Weavile lighting panting and cooing in bliss. Jack turned around and saw something he would never forget.
There was the Weavile onto her knees and furiously masturbating to Jack more than ever now that Jack took notice of her, wetting her claws further and audibly breathing from arousal. The Pokémon had the corner of her left lip raised high, showing off some of her teeth drop in front of her lower lip with seductive eyes, one halfway closed. Visible puffs of heating Weavile breath were coming from her mouth.
"Wea…Weav…Wea-vile…" she panted, begging him to flip her on her back and start making Sneasel babies with her, or trying to get herself to stand up and pounce on the human, whichever would come first.
Jack just stared in awe, partially because he couldn't believe what he was witnessing, and partially because her arousal started to rub onto him. He sniffed light but rapidly thickening, intoxicating wafts of feminine Weavile musk and felt the very beginnings of a bulge forming in his pants. Jack blushed hard and embarrassingly turned away when Jack felt the fabric of his pants starting to bulge outward. He just didn't know what to think about Cleo masturbating in front of him while he was gutting the Big Horn Pokémon.
All sorts of lewd and questioning thoughts started to seep into consciousness with his wide-eyed, empty stare into the hollowed out body.
"(This can't be real. There is no way what I saw was real. A Weavile on her knees, masturbating at me gut a Stantler. No no, no way. But she wasn't looking at the guts I just got rid of! She was masturbating and lo-)"
Then it hit him. The hunter closed his mouth, swallowed, and hesitantly turned towards the Weavile, stepping off to the side. Her eyes followed his every movement. Jack set the knife down on the work table and hesitantly approached Cleo. The Weavile grunted and worked her arm even more vigorously, making her head dip from sheer ecstasy at him coming closer and now using her other claw to lightly pinch one of her perky nipples.
"Maybe… you were just trying to court with me from before, wasn't it?" Jack cooed to the Weavile. "You've entered heat. You and your hips and, well, what you're doing now. That explains a lot…"
He buried his face on his palm and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck in absolute uncertainty.
("Oh hell, now what do I do? What do I tell Wilson? He didn't tell me anything about things like this!")
The hunter had his eyes glued onto the Weavile, trying to figure out what to do. He thought about seeing if it was time to release her and let her back into her wild, solo life to find a male Pokémon to pair up with. Or, maybe he should do his best to ignore it and finish the job on the Stantler and get next week's meals ready.
The scent got stronger and was being taken in with every breath Jack made. Her dazzling ruby eyes glimmering in the dark backdrop in such a stunning, soul-stealing stare of beauty and lust. Not to mention her gorgeous, dark, luxurious fur and astonishing crimson crown, complete with her pair of dark, perky nipples exposed from her fur and that cute crease on her chest that defined her more than anything. On top of it were her constant, quiet sounds of satisfaction, a blend of purring and horny moaning, trying to tell him to release that growing, eager erection from his pants and push the Weavile onto her back and breed until he seeded her belly.
"[Like what you see?]" mused Cleo and got up, swinging her hips with every step she took towards the gut pile Jack just scooped out. She looked back and winked like before, slowly lowering her body to let Jack get a good view of her rump and wet slit right below the center. Cleo bent down to pick up the heart from the offal pile and turned to munch on the staining organ. She loved the taste and had a claw dance its way down to her waist again, putting on a little show for Jack. She licked some of the thick muscle and gently nibbled on it, then fiercely tore a strip of it off in a heavy, lustful groan. Half it hung out of her mouth and was soon lapped into her mouth via her tongue. After the piece of heart had slid down its throat, the Weavile licked her claws while tilting her head back. Her tongue lulled out and swabbed her lips, savoring the blood around her mouth through an attention gathering grin. He used to consider blood and the internals of a living being the last thing from being sexy. Used to, and he got a taste of how Cleo viewed it. It was less nasty and more
After the piece of heart had slid down its throat, the Weavile licked her claws while tilting her head back. Her tongue lulled out and swabbed her lips, savoring the blood around her mouth through an attention gathering grin. He used to consider blood and the internals of a living being the last thing from being sexy. Used to, and he got a taste of how Cleo viewed it. It was less nasty and more seductive to the human as she scarfed down the heart. How else could the young man react to such a sight?
Jack excused himself for just a second and panned his head in every direction in case somebody was watching. It was just him and her, out in the snow, having far more fun with the offal of a Stantler than he ever imagined.
"Wilson left to see the taxidermist, which means it's just us…"
Jack's heart started drumming, and he blushed even harder than before. He lazily covered his mouth out of embarrassment while Cleo finished her little performance. They were alone out here, and Wilson wouldn't be back for a while. The last shreds of proper thought and judgment were eliminated from the hunter's conscious, as all he was concerned about was getting himself closer to that heating, horny, lusty hormone-driven female Weavile and satisfying her carnal cravings.
He carefully approached her, knelt, and opened his arms. Jack's mouth was kept shut as he tried his best to keep a straight face, like a hard working scientist and his experiment, to see how she would react. Cleo scurried into Jack's grasp and wrapped her arms around him. The Weavile tried to leverage herself and hump against Jack's leg, purring and breathing through her open mouth while Jack scratched behind her ears. His erection lightly tapped against her stomach, making her break away and fixed her eyes on the peculiar bulge. The hunter picked the huntress up and held her to his face, causing her to lick and swab his face. Jack licked back and cradled Cleo like he did when he first meet her out in the wild. His right thumb was placed over her chest, rubbing her nipples clockwise and making her squirm in joy.
The two of them went back inside. It couldn't be better for them; a man and his Pokémon all alone on a cold night ready to get comfortable and start breeding.