The Reserve: Season 2.2

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Yes, lamia do in fact enjoy hunting. We see a fair number of them at the reserve, albeit far fewer than hellhounds, werewolves, and the like. I’m pretty good at evading them myself but every once in a while one gets the drop on me, sometimes literally.One of my favorite lamia stories actually took place during one of our peak seasons, which is a little odd. I enjoy peak, don’t get me wrong, but all my favorite encounters tend to occur during the slower seasons for some reason. Maybe it’s the type of clientele that like to hunt offseason. Who knows.Waiting to ambush a runner at a food drop is a pretty simple and effective strategy. It’s among the most common strategies for amateurs, which accounts for a lot of the traffic during peak. It’s always a risk to hit a food drop. It’s doubly risky during peak, but a man’s gotta eat.Me being who I am, I’m under no obligation to make any particular amount of time in the park each week. Ownership and freedom have their perks. That said, I often try to meet and even exceed the standard quota when I’m working in the park, particularly during peak. It helps keep morale up, plus it’s fun.I also try to help out the other runners by volunteering as a food fetcher, or simply a fetcher as we’ve come to call them. It’s great practice for me and it just might keep another runner out of the guest quarters for a night. Plus, people are more likely to get a nice meal with me as the fetcher, I am pretty quick you know.There were a handful of us in the various treehouses at home base, on the east side of the reserve. It was pretty well built up with lots of houses, bridges, ramps, and escape options. Almost every spotter tower in the park was manned, and business was booming. That also meant that a lot of would-be fetchers were getting caught, meaning some people were getting hungry. Heck, even I was starting to get a little cranky.It’s not the worst strategy in the world to get caught by a predator when you need a meal. Each guest is allotted a free meal for runners under their care after all. It’s not much in the way of tasty, but it’s everything a man needs to feel satisfied. Not to mention, many monstergirls love to reward their prey with premium rations from the onsite kitchen. Some of the best meals I’ve had were paid for by my captors. Even still, I’ve never been a huge fan of getting caught intentionally, it’s just not how the game is supposed to be played, at least not in my mind.I was in a treehouse with a couple of veterans and a handful of newbies. The veterans and I were teaching about various strategies and places in the park they could run should our compound be set upon, which it often was, especially during peak. Not every guest knew it was back here, but the ones who did and/or the ones who found it were in for a treat. So many of us tend to congregate here that a predator is almost guaranteed to catch somebody. Granted, it probably won’t be one of the veterans, myself included.“Plain and simple, run faster than the other guy and hope there’s more of you than them,” one of the veterans offered in response to a question.A couple of the new runners didn’t seem to like that answer.“But what if we’re slow?” asked one, he did look rather sluggish.“Then I’d stay near a counterweight lift and hope whatever’s after you isn’t a climber.”“Or smart enough to throw the counterweight back up and bring YOU back down,” I chimed in, thoroughly enjoying the looks of dismay my contribution brought.I don’t allow us to rent runners that are opposed to getting caught by the various predators we see out here. We screen them before they get into the park. On the off chance they’re here at their owner’s request, and they won’t object to their owner for one reason or another, we’ll often let them stay in pred free zones for the duration of their contract. Over the years, we’ve gotten pretty good at figuring out who’s ok and who’s not. That said, we also try to instill the spirit of the game in new runners, namely, don’t get caught.“In the end, you’re trying to outsmart yo-,” I was interrupted by a raised hand, I gestured towards them.“I… I’m getting kinda hungry, has anybody made it back?” asked a small, timid man towards the rear.The other two veterans and I looked at each other, an unspoken conversation played out. We had sent a fetcher about twenty minutes prior. That should have been enough time to hit the closest food drop and be back unless there were… complications. The particular man we sent was good, almost as good as me, almost. Together, we silently wagered he’d been caught. Damn, I was hungry too.I looked back at the room, “Anybody here NOT hungry?” I asked.Not a single hand went up. I sighed and turned back towards the veterans.“Guess I’m up.”One of them shrugged and told me, bahis şirketleri “Go for it, better you than me,” he laughed.I rolled my eyes and turned back towards the rest of them. There were eager looks coming my way. I had a reputation by this point. Hell, I had one almost from day one on account of my universe of origin, but never mind that. If anybody was going to get food for this group, it was probably going to be me“Make sure they know the general landmarks,” I remarked, turning towards the exit. “I’ll be back soon, I hope.”I walked out of the cabin and down the series of bridges and ramps to the ground floor. Facing west towards the nearest food drop I approached the perimeter of our compound. There was a manned spotter tower close by. He had been quiet, but I figured better safe than sorry. I whistled two low notes and a high note, our universal code for whether or not a predator had been spotted. He returned my challenge with the same tune, nothing had been spotted, yet.Sighing again, I ventured into the forest towards the drop veering somewhat south. I didn’t want to go straight to and from the drop. If I was ambushed I might inadvertently give away the location of our compound. I’m not an amateur.Several minutes later I was just south of the food drop. I had slowed my pace to a cautious walk as I got closer. At this point at least two fetchers had failed to bring home the prize, I didn’t want to be failure number three. Creeping up a little closer I could see the burlap sacks full of goodies in the distance. They were out in the open with lots of cover in almost every direction starting about thirty feet back from the center, plenty of places a predator could hide.I knew there was a spotter tower overlooking the drop, but it was out of my view. Knowing how many fetchers had been through here recently, I couldn’t rule out that someone hadn’t managed to grab the spotter. I whistled two lows and a high.A moment later I was about to ready to believe he had been grabbed when I heard the signal come back from the tower. Two lows and a high, the coast was clear as far as he could see. I decided to start creeping my way towards the drop.After creeping about halfway towards the food I heard another challenge from behind me. Two lows and high, there was another fetcher coming up behind me, probably from a different group at camp or elsewhere in the woods. I kept my eyes forward, if a predator came up behind me it’d probably get him first giving me a chance to run, perfect. The spotter acknowledged this new challenge with the same tune. Still in the clear.I continued forward keeping my eyes peeled for danger. Then I heard the fetcher behind me issue another challenge. Two lows and a high again. Why are you asking AGAIN I thought. The spotter would signal us if he suddenly saw something, as would I if I didn’t immediately have to run.The spotter responded in kind, although the tower was still not visible to me yet. There, I thought, are you happy dude? Still clear, now shut up. I noted that I’d have to spend more time training newbies on the proper protocol for these kinds of things.I paused a moment, steeling myself to continue further. Several fetchers had been taken near here, and I needed to be at full focus.I started to take another step forward when I heard the fetcher behind me whistle yet again, this time closer to me. For fucks sake, I thought. I whirled around to lock eyes with the man as the spotter returned the all-clear.My heart stopped. In front of me, not thirty feet away, wasn’t a runner, but a young lamia. Oh shit.She was looking rather proud of herself, having stumbled upon our little code, I could tell by the look in her eyes. She was a little small for a lamia, although still MUCH larger than myself. Her eyes were green, with long auburn hair running down her human torso. Her breasts were small for a Mageni, although still larger than your average human woman’s. Overall, she was quite lovely to look at.I did some quick mental math. Lamia are hardly the fastest Mageni in the world. Even still, the average lamia can outpace the average man. Based on her form, I figured she was a little bit faster than average. Fortunately, so am I. I figured if I could get a big enough of a head start I could probably outrun her. Hmm.“Well, it looks like you’ve got m-WHAT IS THAT!” I screamed, pointing over her shoulder at precisely nothing.Lamia are fairly territorial, and not what I’d consider to be one of the more mischievous species. Deception doesn’t come quite as naturally to them as it does to us, humans. To boot, this one looked rather young and inexperienced.She took the bait. Her body rotated violently around to face her would-be aggressor, and an attempt at a vicious hiss which, was somewhat bahis firmaları lackluster now that I think about it.For my part, I turned and bolted. I went straight for the food drop, shouldered a large sack, and veered north-east somewhat towards the campsite, although still not aiming straight for it. As I did all of this I passed under the spotter tower which was finally in view. The poor guy up there had no idea what all the commotion was about. Even still, me taking off running should have probably been a big clue that there was danger afoot.I ran through several bushes that provided me some needed cover. I couldn’t hear the lamia pursuing me and figured I was in the clear. I looked back, above the low bushes I could see the spotter tower still. The runner manning it was looking at me, he seemed confused. He whistled, two lows and a high towards me.No you idiot, I just thought I’d run and bring attention to myself for absolutely no reason, I thought sarcastically. I responded to his query with the signal for a spotted predator, two highs and a low. He looked confused, his gaze scanned where I had run from, he obviously couldn’t see her. I decided there wasn’t any point in continuing the exchange, I had told him I’d seen a predator, whether he believed me was up to him.I shouldered the sack and started to turn when I heard a whistling noise from where I had seen the lamia. Two lows and high, that was probably her. Nice try chicka, I thought, but I’m not falling for that again. I continued my journey back towards camp. Then, to my horror, I heard the spotter respond to her challenge. I stopped and turned back towards the tower dropping the sack.No you idiot, I thought, that’s a lamia, shut up. Unlike most other species, lamia can climb trees rather easily. On the off chance they manage to find a manned spotter tower, well, let’s just say I was worried for the guy, moron or not.I whistled, two highs and a low. The spotter turned back towards me, arms raised in a frustrated gesture. He obviously wasn’t getting it.The lamia whistled again. The spotter returned her challenge. It was my turn to look frustrated, but I still wanted to save this guy. I pointed to where the lamia was whistling from and whistled again myself. Two highs and a low. He stared back at me, still not comprehending. He gestured in her general direction while looking at me. Two lows and a high said he was asking me to confirm a spotted predator. I nodded with a large exaggerated motion so he could see it at the distance we were from each other. Then, I put my hands together and made a sort of slithering motion with my arms trying to indicate a lamia, we didn’t have any signals for specific predators, still don’t actually, you can see how poor we are with just whistling some days.That seemed to get through to him, at least the lamia part. I breathed a sigh of relief when he failed to respond to another challenge. Then I watched him scan the area again, although he seemed to be looking further west than where I had been when I spotted her. I was about to grab the food and leave when he turned around towards me. He didn’t whistle, but his gestures indicated he couldn’t see anything. I pointed towards where I had been when I saw her. Then I tried a series of gestures indicating me spotting her and running to here. It wasn’t any kind of elegant hand signaling, I’m not sure I would have understood me either.He was getting frustrated again. I could tell by his body language, even at this distance. He turned and scanned, nothing. Turning back to me he turned his palms up in a wide gesture as if to say what the hell. I tried one more time. I signaled with my arms indicating a lamia, pointed back that direction, and whistled, two highs and a low.He turned again, looked, and then turned back, we had been at this for a few minutes now. He looked towards me and whistled, two highs and a low. Thank goodness, I thought. He was acknowledging a predator sighting.I was about to push the whole thing out of my mind when something struck my mind.Wait, did that mean he had finally spotted her, or just admitted I’d seen something. I turned to regard him. He was looking at me. Correction, he was looking ABOVE me… and he had just whistled…I grabbed the sack, turned, and promptly ran straight into a dangling tail that was hanging from the trees above. A moment later I was in the clutches of the same young lamia I had just escaped… damnit.“Tricky human,” came a calm, soft voice. It sounded way too sweet to belong to a lamia.Her tail twisted me about clumsily such that we were facing each other. She had soft features, and a look that indicated confusion, or maybe a lack of confidence, it was a tough tell. She regarded me for a moment before speaking again.“So, kaçak bahis siteleri what am I supposed to do now?” she asked honestly, looking a tiny bit embarrassed.I was NOT ready for that question. I stared back at her confused, processing her words. For her part, she just kept staring, waiting for me to reply. Finally, I caught up to the situation.“Oh, well, you’re not supposed to catch ME,” I said with confidence, “You want a runner, I’m a fetcher, see?” I gestured with my head to the sack of food that had fallen to the ground beside us.“What? But I thought… and you we’re,” she looked out towards where we had first encountered each other.“Yeah, no, I get it, it’s a common mistake,” I was trying really hard to sell this.“What you want is a runner, liiiiike,” I tried to move my arm, indicating I’d like it freed from her grasp. To my surprise, she relaxed her coiled grip and allowed me a free arm, “THAT!” I pointed towards the spotter in the tower.He was clearly NOT happy with my game. Hey, I would have been long gone if not for this guy, and I still wanted to feed a bunch of people back at camp.She looked out towards the man spotting him quickly. She looked confused.“THAT’S a runner?” she asked, her voice was so adorable, it almost felt wrong taking advantage of her.“Yeah,” I said, “although now he sees you, you might wanna go get him quick before jumps down and runs.”She processed this for a moment. I was beginning to dare I might have just sold this. Her grip tightened and she brought me back to face her.“NO!” she stated with confidence, “this is another trick, your a tricky human.”My heart sank a little. Oh well, guess it’s up to fetcher number four for this meal. At least I get to eat soon I thought, thinking of the free meal predators get for each catch. I turned back to her face, she looked confused again.“R-really though, I’m not sure what I’m supposed do. T-this is my first time…”I stared at her for a moment.“Have… have you never hunted before?” I asked honestly, there was something in the look she gave me, “wait, have you ever… been with a man before?”She looked down, her face seemed to blush a dark red. Answers that question.“N-no,” she said softly, almost ashamedly, “all my friends said I should come here instead of one of the brothels but… at the brothel at least they’d tell me what I should do…”She looked back up at me, her eyes were practically pleading for me to tell her what she ought to do.Something in me snapped. Suddenly, I didn’t want to get away from her, I wanted her to have me. This had to be the calmest, most gentle and innocent lamia I had ever met. Maybe the most innocent MAGENI I’d ever met.My stomach grumbled. Being wrapped up by her as I was, she took notice. She eyed the sack of food I had been carrying and looked back to me.“You’re… hungry,” she half stated half asked.It was my turn to be unsure of myself.“Y-yeah… I was just on my way back to feed a bunch of us,” I said, mentally kicking myself for implying there was a large group of us somewhere nearby.“Oh… am, am I supposed to let you take it back,” she asked in that sweet, soft voice.For a moment, I began formulating another escape plan. I probably could have pulled it off too. I was about to start my play when I looked back into her eyes. My heart melted all over again. I sighed and looked down and away from her eyes, somewhat ashamed.“Look… I really want to tell you yes, you should let me go and get food to the others, but I’d be playing you. So, no… no predator in her right mind oughta ever let go of their prey. We’re trying to escape, that’s the game…” I couldn’t believe how honest I was being with her.She regarded me for a moment. My stomach gurgled again and she eyed the sack once more.“Would… you like me to let you go?” she asked, she seemed earnest, “are the others as hungry as you are?”I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This chick was too pure for this world. Too pure for the reserve anyway. Figuring I had nothing to lose, I offered a proposal. I didn’t want to straight-up take advantage of her, but I figured maybe I could make something work for both of us.“You’ve caught me,” I said, “fair and square. It wouldn’t be right to ask you to let me go, even to feed the others. But, if you’re serious, I’d love to take this food back to them. I’d even come back and let you take me to your room. That’s, sorta what most predators do. That or mate wherever they catch their prey.”The last part seemed to catch her off guard. From her reaction, I gathered she wasn’t too keen on the idea of fornicating in the woods. Hell, for a Mageni she was downright prudish. She seemed to consider my proposal.“So, I should take you back to my room?” she asked.My heart sank a little, but hey, any other time I’d already be halfway back to a room by now. At least this seemed to be a change in beat.“I mean, after you’ve dropped off the food,” she added.I perked up at that. Was this really happening? How lucky is that?“You’d… actually let me do that?” I asked cautiously.

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