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Chapter 3: Hunter
Marcus took a deep breath to avoid fidgeting in place. For now, he was in the ‘safe’ lodge with the other male team. He wasn’t entirely enthusiastic about hanging around with a crowded room full of naked men. He didn’t much care about being seen undressed himself, but the room had way too many dicks for the total nonexistence of boobs.
The other guys were mostly looking embarrassed or preparing for the hunt. Some were painting themselves with the spray on fur dyes and body paint to increase their camouflage. Marcus figured he should be doing that too, but he was having enough of a time remaining calm, in more ways than one. The idea of actually hunting down females that he then got to have his way with was more than a little exciting and popping a boner in a room full of guys was a real risk if he dwelled on how exciting this situation was for too long. He had strapped his ropes and collar to his hips and was fiddling with his stunner ready to make use of both once the game started in just a few painful minutes.
“Oh guys we should have some sort of plan” A black dragon that Marcus felt like he knew from somewhere stood up and started attempting to be the leader, “Running might get us picked off and even though sex will happen either way, I know I want the extra prize money”
Several other guys murmured in agreement that Marcus ignored
“Those of us that can fly should probably be scouts” The dragon continued, “Figure out where the other lodges are since they are probably hidden out there and…”
“Tracks” Marcus grumbled.
“Pardon?” The dragon asked.
“They built them recently. There’s ATV tracks all over. They look like they covered them a bit, but you can still tell. I’ll just follow those.”
“Well I’m not sure how you know that but I think we should be on the same page an have a plan.” The dragon asserted.
“With you in charge?”
“Why not, oh…” The Dragon trailed off as Marcus slowly stood up. The dragon was a very large man by any objective measure, and the look on his face once Marcus was at full height screamed that he was not used to looking UP at someone.
“I think I remember you. You lost pretty good last season” Marcus grinned, “Look on your face when short-stack over there ‘won’ my daughter instead of you.”
The dragon, his name now remembered as Nevian from the previous season took a moment to connect the dots, then glanced over at Eric who very much did NOT want to be involved in this discussion, “Not my fault your kid has a nerd fetish.”
“Oh its not that. You’re just the sort that misses the obvious”
“The obvious?” Nevian glared up at Marcus.
“For starters you are trying to come up with a plan in what. 5 seconds. 4. 3…”
All the guys suddenly realized that the game was about to start and started to scramble. Nevian for his part didn’t even get a response formed when the buzzer started their first week of the competition and in a millisecond Marcus was out the door and sprinting down a mostly covered trail in the woods while the other males scattered at random.
This was HIS game and he knew it. Maybe the fliers could be faster than him on the wing, but they wouldn’t see shit through the trees and NO ONE was faster than a full grown athletic sergal running flat out. Leaning over his race was shaped like a spear butting through the air and he would use every bit of his advantage. He’d get a girl and get her far away from the others to a lodge before the others could follow him.
He knew roughly where the female and Taur ‘safe’ lodges were. They’d likely be 3 spokes on the perimeter, at least for week one, and while he couldn’t get anyone in their safe lodge at first, they’d likely be nearby for awhile.
The girls for their part were more orderly than the males. Dividing into group of 4 they were venturing out more cautiously. One group consisted of the show veteran Sheila, a confident looking lizard woman named Zalhera, a very nervous looking wolf named Cathryn, and a somewhat bemused sergal named Claire.
“You three see anything?” Zalhera said glancing around.
“Nah”
“N-n-no”
“I wish. I didn’t get any dick at the opening ceremonies”
Zal glared at Sheila, “We want to win right? No losing on purpose just because you are a slutball”
Sheila flicked her tail, “Sea beast babe. Gotta keep myself wet.”
The comment got a bit of a chuckle from the others. Unfortunately for them the chuckle was rather short lived as a blue energy bolt seemd to come out of nowhere and popped Claire right in the stomach.
“Well screw” Claire said as her muscles went slack and she flopped on the ground in a heap. The girls had barely managed to swivel and aim in the direction of the shot before a second knocked Zal down.
Sheila and Cathryn started firing wildly in the apparent direction that the stun bolts had come from. The barrage of bolts managed to hit nothing, but branches given how much closer their attacker already was. Sheila took a blast at point blank from a blue missile barely more than crawling height off the ground then Cathryn took one in the back as Marcus’s momentum carried him past the girls.
“Dammit” Zal cursed form her position face down in the dirt, “You lot fucked up good”
“Didn’t see you do any better” Sheila snapped.
“Hey honey” Claire said, “didn’t even see you.”
Marcus grinned trotting back to the group and blowing his floppy wife a kiss, “Well I got a collection in one go didn’t I”
“You can only collar one of us” Zal said, “The rest don’t gotta do anything you say”
“Very true” Marcus admitted, “and in a minute when the stun wears off anyone not under my commend is going to start shooting. Well, let’s prevent that shall we?”
Another minute later and 4 stunners were fast balled into the forest, and a collar clamped around the neck of the nervous lupine Cathryn, who responded by turning red as a beat at staring at her new sergal ‘master’ with a mixture of fear and excitement.
“Picking her?” Zal huffed, “Why not take the slutball?”
“Oh I intend to”
“What?”
Her question was answered by another volley of stun bolts into each of them, except Cathrin, “Starting to wear off is it?” Marcus asked.
She nodded in affirmation.
“Good, Get up. You’re the one that has to obey me, but these two” He flashed a mischievous smirk as he hoisted Sheila and Claire up and tossed one over each shoulder. “They don’t gotta obey, but If I keep them stunned or bound…”
The girls were more than a little shocked. They knew that the rules only gave one collar per person, and the collared had to obey, those allowing a smaller person to capture a larger one. Was it legal though for Marcus to grab more than one by more forceful means? Well there was very little they could do. Claire and Sheila had be re-stunned and would be immobile for another couple minutes at least.
Marcus looked at Cathrin, the only one unstunned, and gave his order, “Try to keep up” Then took off sprinting.
Even carrying two women he was fast, though still slow enough that Cathryn hadn’t lost them by the time Marcus had returned to a neutral lodge he found earlier.
“Get the door will you” Cathrin obeyed and in they went. Anther pair of stun bolts bought Marcus the time he needed to restrain the un collared pair before they found their muscle control again. Claire was laying on a table arms and legs restrained to each of the four corners holding her to the top of it. Sheila was bound with a longer piece of rope over a support beam. She would be able to, almost, stand once she had control again, but for now was just hanging by her wrists helpless
“Now then” Marcus smiled surveying his haul, “Who first?”