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Mission Available
Description: You have run out of food again! Maybe you should stockpile some food for later use?
Objectives: Stockpile 3 Medium sized prey animal, Preserve 1 prey animal worth of meat(Optional) , Hunt a Large sized prey animal(Optional)
Rewards: 5 Item Tickets, Weak Temperature resistance (Optional) ,1x [Level 3] Random Transformation Ticket (Optional)]
Time Limit: 1 week
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“Hmm” Scratching Olivia’s chin, I thought about the Mission's difficulty. I had to basically hunt 3 Deers, preserve 1 and hunt a Large creature. This is… easy?
Ya it’s really easy. I could hunt like 10 Deers in a day and hunting a Large animal only had the issue of finding such a creature. The only remotely difficult option was the preservation task, I currently had two viable options to preserve meat. Smoking and burying.
Smoke preservation wasn’t the easiest but it was the one I preferred. I mean preserving food with burying had a pretty low chance of success. There are so many ways it could go wrong, here’s a short list: Animals could find it, didn’t bury deep enough, soil wasn’t cold enough.
I could counter this by placing the meat on a lot of hot coals and ash t before burying it but. But. I just want to try smoking meat, I’ve never done it before and it always seemed fun in all those survival documentaries.
I could smoke a Deer easily, all I had to do was start a big fire in my cave and block the entrance. I could even use wet or smoky wood that I collect as I hunt to complete the other two tasks. All I really had to do was find a way to prop up the mea—
*Sniff! Sniff Sniff!* Wiggling my nose around to sniff better, I could smell burning meat. Wait, the meat is starting to Burn!
While I was daydreaming on how I could create a makeshift smoker, Olivia had been distracted by my caressing and fondling. This made her lose track of her assignment. Now the meat was well done heading towards VERY well done. Still very edible though.
Giving Olivia a gentle but firm smack on the head, she awoke with a start ready to fire back with a punch of her own if her raising arm was an indicator. That is until she smelt and saw the burning breakfast. Now that was more important than a bap on the head.
Widening her eyes and flailing frantically Olivia yelled her heart out,“AHHH! FOOD!! BURN!!” After such elegant words she started flinging and throwing the meat onto stone plates I prepared on the side. Some cubes however almost flew over the plates but my paw was there to catch them.
After hurling the last of the meat onto the large stone plate, I picked up the stone slab we used as a pan and placed it on the side. Of course I didn’t use my fingers, I used my ten inch claws as tongs to pick up each side. I had to wash it later, but now I had a pouting woman to console.
Olivia, after seeing her almost failed attempt at cooking, was now pressing her face against my chest in embarrassment. Rubbing her face against my body she was seemingly trying to earn pity from me. It was working and I quickly went back to hugging and cradling the sad Bigfoot.
She reciprocated by turning her torso around and giving me a loving hug of her own. Now clinging onto my fur with her slender arms, her boobs pressed against my body, she used her dainty fingers to grab fistfuls of fur to anchor herself. Like a Sloth or Baby Monkey would do. Aww Isn’t that adorable? How could I be mad at her?
To clarify I wasn’t mad to begin with, it was her breakfast she almost ruined. It still didn’t mean I wouldn’t spoil her.
With a quick raise of her legs and a bit of movement, I now had her front entirely facing me. Throughout the process Olivia not once removed her hold on me, and now that she could wrap her legs around my torso she stuck out with predator speed.
Now completely trapped by her legs and arms, Olivia looked up at me with a shit eating grin. Fuck, I had been scammed. She wasn’t even remotely sad. She had planned and conspired to make me fawn on her. And it worked.
Smashing her face back into my fur she continued to take deep breaths in and out, absorbing as much of my scent as possible. Between you and me, that was hot as hell. Her instinctual possessiveness of me really got my blood flowing.
Before more blood flowed into a certain location I tried to reason with her, “Olivia, I know you want a hug but I think you should eat breakfast first.” I wasn’t expecting her to stop but it was the principal of the matter. But it seemed to irk her, with her now constricting me like a Python.
Raising her head to answer, she was annoyed she wasn’t in her comfortable furry pillow (Me) With a slight wrinkle in her nose and eyebrows Olivia responded vehemently,“Breakfast, wait, cuddle now.” And I couldn’t argue with that. And I loved how she used more words than usual.
However what I could do was hand feed her like the Baby she was. Giving Olivia a spank on the ass, beautiful ripples played through her flesh.
“Ahh!”
Releasing a muffled yelp / moan, Olivia snapped her head to look at me, a mighty lust filled pout carved on her face. Giving her a toothy smile, I stabbed a piece of Venison with my claw (like you would with a fork) and stuffed it into her face.
Olivia realising her position opened her mouth as wide as possible, somehow making it lewd with a gleeful “aaaaammphhh” as she consumed the meat and my claw. She then continued to lick and suck the juice of the claws, again eroticaly.
She was enjoying teasing me but I had to get work done! Repeatedly skewering and stuffing the Venison into her mouth until her cheeks bulged like a Chipmunk. It was funny and the betrayed look she had when I laughed at her made it so much better.
Standing up to leave Olivia in her meat plight, again I realised how strong she was. Even when I was standing and moving around, she was still clinging on, chewing the meat that was left in her mouth.
Placing my hands on her tush, I used my best ‘telling a child what to do voice’ to get her to let go. “Ok, darling it's time to let go. There is stuff to do.” Defiantly shaking her head, Olivia continued to cling on for her life.
At this point I had already left and closed up my cave, ready to walk to the stream to wash up everything that needs to be washed, that includes both me and Olivia. We both smelt like smoke, and sweat (even though I couldn’t sweat). A bath would do us both good.
Have you ever had a child or person latched onto you? If so, then you know the feeling of walking with wide strides, trying to stop your passenger from falling off. That was my predicament the whole way to the stream. And the challenge wasn’t made any easier by the fact that she was an incessant tease. I could go into details but I don’t think you're ready for that yet…
Arriving at the stream, I then started charging towards the deepest point I had found. I was going to cannonball (Not really) directly into that stream taking the Vixen with me. Glancing around Olivia realised what was about to happen. She tried to escape, but I used her tactics against her and now she was getting dunked.
Leaping into the air above the water, quoting a great team of Turtles that fought crime, “Cowabunga!!”
Thank you for the chapter
Tftc