His breathing grew heavier with each step he took, the feeling of the warm blood pouring over his silvery-white fur was at the same time exciting and frustrating, keeping him focused on what he came to do, hunt. Although Rengar was well known for giving his prey no chance to do anything but beg for his life, his actual target turned on an especially annoying one, so annoying that had already taken his eye and now was threatening to ruin his hunter reputation, but this time it wasn’t on his plan to give that prey the occasion to escape. The Pridestalker did his best to keep walking near his target, he almost tripped over a few times due the wounds on his left leg and his blurred bloody sight. Despite of his iron determination and natural tolerance to pain, it was impossible for Rengar to ignore the injuries that covered his body, turning his hair to a thick red mess and making him weaker by every moment. Even for the strongest of human warrior, the severity of the wounds would had been enough to make him quit and leave the prey, but Rengar was no human, he was a proud Vastaya and the best hunter Valorian ever seen. In a sing of extraordinary resolution, the cat-man resumed his hunt with refreshed verve grasping his curved knife on the right hand. This way, it only took him a moment to reach his prey, but for him it was like an eternity of suffering.


“Oh… I’ve found you this time…” he coughed up, spitting out blood over the mutant cockroach. Most of humans knew it as Kha’Zix, the terrible invader that once reclaimed for itself the eye of Rengar and the only single victim that has ever escaped from his rage. It had been so long since the last time they meet and Rengar had lost no time, studying in detail every aspect of his main target, he wanted to be sure that he would get out entire of the fight, unlike that shameful first battle. But he had nothing to worry about, this time the things were far different; the Voidreaver was actually almost defeated and there only rested the final strike to get rid of this damn insect.


After tracking and chasing him, Rengar had involved in a close battle trying to get the head of his target, although the fight seemed to be equal for both of them, the void creature tried to escape, but then Rengar had thrown his bola to him immobilizing him and tying him up a tree. With his prey incapable to do nothing but stare and squirm in a futile attempt to set himself free, the hunter wielded his hunting knife and, in a single cut, took apart Kha’Zix’s head from his shoulders. Then, splattered not only with his blood but with his victim’s too, Rengar let out a tired, victorious roar as he carried the head back to his lair.


There was a strange feeling growing inside Rengar’s chest. He had proved himself that there were no beast able to defeat him or hide from him, not even his father would have been capable to kill a prey like the one he had. Rengar was the best hunter in all Valorian. But, at the same time, he felt like he had reached a limit on his skills, now that he had killed Kha’Zix, his nemesis, nothing outside there would be a really challenge to him, and in some way that frighten him. Anyway, he didn’t have much time to think about it while his wounds still bleeding and draining his strength away. Despite his arrogance, he knew that he had to find help soon if he didn’t want this hunt to be a senseless.


After roam for more than an hour, Rengar saw in the horizon a small village that was not bigger than two dozen of houses and an inn. Although Rengar didn’t like to hang around humans, this was the first- and probably the only –place that he could find after a long while resisting the pain and the bleeding. The Vastaya walked in the village catching the attention of all who saw him and making the denizens to whips to each other concerned, even some of them hurry their way to their houses trying to avoid facing Rengar. On these times were really strange to see one of these, and even more to see this specific one, the hunter beast that was well known for chasing all kinds of pray, except…


“Look at it! Is the head of that gigantic bug, he has killed it!” said a men with clearly excitement. The other ones immediately peeked at the head that Rengar was carrying, giving surprised shouts as he noticed that, indeed, that was the head of the Voidreaver. Before anyone could even ask Rengar about the head, the big furry hunter fell down to the dirty ground due of the several injuries that covered his body. Some of the villagers started to gather around him as they notice that he wasn’t a dangerous at all, at least by now.


The muttering of the crowd slowly started to silence to him as he conscience grew weaker. “It can’t be…” someone said, but Rengar was incapable to see who. “Take… is it… healer…” a hand tried to take the head and he make an enormous effort to prevent it, but he was too weak and his prize just slipped off his hands. He felt like a million little ants walked over his arms and legs, his body turns lighter and suddenly, all fade to black.


The smell of a delicious, juicy cut of meat woke him up in a dark warm place. Rengar’s belly growled in hunger as the smell came to his perceptive nose, leading him to crawl to the pile of steaks that lied at his side. He didn’t even ask himself why were they there, where did he was, or how did he get there in first place, the only thing that came to his mind was the growing hunger and stabbing pain on his empty stomach. Leaded by his primal instinct, the injured hunter stretched a hand to take the first steak ripping it up weakly with his jaws.


As the flesh-juice went down his mouth, pouring over his white furry chest, he felt his energy slowly recovering. The food was warm so it hadn’t been there for long before he woke up, he thought, but it didn’t really matter by now, the only thing that actually worried him was to dig in all of the steaks. Rengar swallowed the rest of the first piece, feeling it went slowly down his throat, and immediately took the next one devouring it even faster than the other, only giving himself small breaks to breathe. Filled with the two fatty meat pieces that Rengar ate in matter of a few minutes, his gut begun to feel quite cozy and full since he hadn’t eaten almost nothing since the beginning of his hunt. The unfamiliar sensation made him to slide a hand to his now little bulgy middle in an attempt to soothe the digestive that started on it, and as he did he realized for the first time since he woke up that his armor had been removed, leaving him only on a leather loincloth and some bandages covering part of his bruised body.


Alarmed by the absence of his equipment and feeling a little better due to his meal Rengar get up and, seated on the middle of what seemed to be a small burrow, peered around the place searching for his armor. It wasn’t really hard, he found the leather and steel armor in a corner at little more than a meter from him, but his weapons were nowhere to be seen.


Then, Rengar tried to stand up just to be stopped by an intense pain going over his damaged leg, so he tried a few more times with nothing but the same result, the harm was too much for him to ignore it. The proud hunter was now defenseless, lying in a ridiculous small lair. The pain was making him dizzy, forcing the Vastaya to lie back on the cold ground. Everything seemed to spin around him, and he wondered how much time had passed since his last memories on the village. Rengar couldn’t remember. His single thought was about the hunt and his victory, and how he HAD to survive to this showdown for sake of his pride and reputation.


Reluctantly accepting his poor condition, Rengar stretched his hand again to take the steaks closer to him, if he was too weak to stand up the only thing he could do was to recovering his strength, and how better than digging in the three big beefsteak that remained next to him. Driving away any thought about his aching body, he filled his snout with another piece of meat. It was very delectable to feel his long sharp fangs sinking into the beef, the juicy blood dying his fur in red and his belly being stuffed with food. Although he didn’t like cooked meat, he had to admit that it was excellent. And he did. It took few bites to put down the whole piece, pulling his gut into a small, hard rounded shape.


In a normal situation it had been more than enough to fill him, but now he just couldn’t stop. Or he didn’t want to. Rengar told himself that it was necessary to make him recover faster, back then it sounded totally logic. He moved to the following beef, resuming his meal the same voracity. Bite, rip, and swallow. Bite, rip, and swallow. Once and once again. It looked far easier than it was, due of his heavily laden stomach, but finally he achieved to force the fourth steak down inside him.


Feeling just about to burst, Rengar slid his hands to his middle. On the hairy and usually flat surface, he noticed a girth that didn’t used to be there. The surprise made him to lift his head to see what was happening with him. He peered with curiosity at his stuffed belly, it was a sensation that he wasn’t used to. Rengar poked and pressed it softly, careful of don’t touch his yet fresh wounds. “Wow… did I really eat that much?” as an instant response, a loud belch came out from his mouth, followed by few more. It proved to be nice as the pressure on his stomach was slowly released, so he kept like this for a while belching and rubbing his distended middle.


After some minutes of enjoying the relaxing sensation of his paws roaming softly around his belly, a thought showed on Rengar’s mind. “There still rest one”. He had already eaten enough food to make him feel more than satisfied, but for some reason he did still wanting to finish the meal. Anyway, with his injuries he was unable to do any other thing than lie there and wait for them to heal up, so overeating once actually wouldn’t be an issue. Keeping it in mind, Rengar pulled the last piece of beef to him.


The last one was also the best. A big fat portion of meat that spilled blood with each bite he took of it, making him feel that the sacrifice of his stomach wouldn’t be senseless. On this one, unlike the others, Rengar gave himself a while to taste the flavor on the meat as he put it on his mouth. But at the end, the result were the same. The huge steaks piled inside his belly, and now with this final one the girth of it was forced even further. “The meal of a champion… of the best hunter in Runaterra” he thought. Then, the excess of food began to show its effects. Rengar felt his eyes heavier just like his gut, and a warmth sensation covered his whole body. His hands returned to the rounded belly of him, rubbing the tight fur until he fell asleep. Rengar was ready to digest the whole fest he just had, obviously, to make his injuries to heal faster.

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Well, well, well. I've already posted it on my dA, but I think that there are a big audience that could appreciate this job and maybe more than in any other place.

That's my first WG story and also the first one that I've written in english (my main language is spanish), so I hope it is good enough. I feel very excited doing it, so it probably will have some more parts (I'm actually finishing the second one), so you could see our favorite Jungle becoming a tubby home cat!

I'd love to hear any critiques and comments you have!