User blog:HoundTheDestroyer93/Hound In The Greatest Game

(This is a short story response to Bomberman666’s WWYD “Sex Starved Games”.)

This is a short story response to Bomberman666’s WWYD.

“WELCOME! TO THE 25TH ANNUAL RUNNING OF THE MONSTERS!!!!” Shouts a hyperactive Nekomata announcer of the games, while I sit patiently in the “Men’s” pen. Her bright blonde fur and hair beam in the golden rays of sunlight that shine down, not a single cloud in sight to disrupt it. The crowd roars and hollers with excitement as the competition will soon be under way. The pen I’m sitting in is actually more of a dugout. The other participating men in the dugout are all as eager to get on with this as I am. One paces back and forth, another stretches, then another fidgets nervously. I sit at the end of the bench available, conserving my energy and keeping a level head. After all this isn’t my first year at this competition. The spectators consist of Mamono and Humans alike as they cheer anxiously.

“Well chasing after our scrumptious boys today is Durga, a Hellhound from the fiery mountains of the west. Then we have Ellin, a local Werecat. Next we have Kuja, a Werewolf, the leader of her own pack to the south. Followed by Taigra, a Jinko who boasts her tracking skills will guarantee her a man. Lastly, is Chaltar! You all remember her. Chaltar has been competing for 3 years running and every year she’s just one step behind her target man and our leading survivor, Hound!” The crowd booms with revelry.

Chaltar and I have been at a bit of a stalemate. I met her 3 competitions ago when she and I were the last on the field. I managed to survive our first encounter, and ever sense she’s been joining up to take another try at catching me.

I look over to the Monster pen where all the girls behave just as anxiously as the guys, except they seem more excited. Durga the Hellhound was a powerful looking sort. She has thick black fur and burning red eyes. You could see she wore a collection of battle scares all over her body. Ellin the Werecat was a scrawny looking girl with brown fur, but I know not to underestimate a Werecat. Werecats tend to be very agile and sneaky. Kuja the Werewolf has all gray fur and the greenest eyes I have ever seen. Taigra was a cut above the rest. Not only was she the tallest of the participating monster girls, but also the most fit and calm.

She stood stoically with her arms crossed and a determined expression on her face. Then there was Chaltar, a 5ft 9in Manticore. Her jet black hair, orange eyes, well toned abs and sizable bust made her quite the sight. I’m surprised she isn’t fighting off admirers with a stick right now. There wasn’t time left to think on that anymore as the final horn blew to begin the games.

“It’s almost time folks!” The Nekomata shouts to the crowd. The door to our pen opens and each of us walk out into the yard. Before us is the monster pen and the crowded stands behind them. Just to our left is an old abandoned town sprawling with barns, taverns, inns, goods stores, homes and more. Plenty of places to hide. “Each of our male hunted will be given a 10 minute head start. Remember they must survive 1 whole hour in order to win. Gentlemen? Ready, steady, GO!!!!”

Just like that we break off in different directions. I start by climbing onto the roof of a home and watch the other guys weave in and out of buildings. I watch till all other men are out of sight and then I scramble down onto the ground. Once my feet touch down I bolt into the maze of homes.

Soon our 10 minutes were up and the monsters took there starting positions. Each crouched close to the ground like a pack of wolves about to be unleashed on command. “Ladies? Ready.” The Nekomata starts, her paw in the air.

“All of you stay the hell out of my way.” Durga growls.

“I’ll catch me a man before any of you.” Kuja chuckles with a smug tone.

“NYAAAAA!” Ellin meows while wiggling her tail.

“I will be victorious....” Taigra says aloud, yet calm and collected.

“Grrrrrr....” Chaltra only growls, focused on the thought of catching me.

“Steady.... GOOOOOO!!!!” With a vertical chop of the Nekomata announcer’s paw, the monster contestants blast out of their positions and into the dense abandoned town. While the other male players run like mad to the other end of the town, I stay back and cover my tracks. The mistake of most players is that they forget this competition is about survival, not getting away. I hold up in a old Victorian style house with 3 floors. Boarded up windows, only two entrances and a tower room at one corner that allows me to see everything for quite a ways.

While the monster girls no doubt follow the tracks of the other male players, I keep my eyes open for Chaltra. She knows I won’t stray too far from where I started. I keep my eyes peeled as 15 minutes pass, then 30. Suddenly I hear a scream, shortly followed by another. I guess 2 guys are down, 3 of us left. It was it later that Chaltra came into sight. She down on the street, in prone position as she sniffed around for me. I can tell she had my scent the closer she got to house I was hunkered down in. Keeping track of the time in my head, I knew we were drawing close to the end.

(Only 15 more minutes left....) I thought to myself, the sweat beading up on my forehead as Chaltra began sniffing around the porch of my safehouse. She then looks up, and I quickly duck out of sight from the window. I wait for a moment, then I slowly peer out the window. All I see is Chaltra’s tail snake into the house via the front door. Now was the time to move. I climb out the window as quietly as possible and onto the roof. I work my way down gently so I don’t fall. Once I’m low enough, I drop to the ground with a thud and sprint away from the house. Chaltra tears through a boarded up window like a wreckingball as she hears me escaping. I duck into alleys and dart in between houses as I run from my huntress.

At a particular moment, Chaltra whips herself around, and lets loose a hale of her tail’s spines. “OH SHIT!” I shout as I duck underneath the flying spikes. They thud as they are planted into the wooden wall behind me. Faster, faster, she is gaining. Chaltra was more persistent and focused than ever before. One wrong move, one misstep, one trip, and I’ll be her toy forever. I have to stay focused. Darting between houses and staying in alleyways seemed like the best strategy to stay in the game. Chaltra would have to make tight turns and try to maneuver through the debris that will slow her down.

I run like a mad man down the alleys, Chaltra at my heels. As I cut a corner and continue on, I can hear Chaltra skid across the cobblestone beneath us, her claws digging in to keep her from overshooting. We are now at a long straight away, no turns or debris to slow her down. It isn’t long before she is gaining on me. She is so close behind me that I can hear her steps.

“You won’t escape this time!” Chaltra slings her tail again and venomous barbs fly out towards me. In a split decision I jump sideways and smash through a boarded up window. I shrug off my dizziness and press on, kicking out the front door of the room I’m in and bolting as fast I could out into the open street. Chaltra rounds the corner of the building, her teeth clenched as she pushes as hard as she can to catch up with me.

She is practically upon me when the Nekomata announcer calls out. “CONTESTANTS! You have 10 seconds left!” I give it everything I’ve got and run faster than I ever had before, Chaltra doing the same and staying right on my tail. “5, 4, 3, 2!” Chaltra reaches out her paw in an attempt to secure any scrap of me, but right as the announcer screams “1”, Chaltra trips. The Manticore fumbles to the ground skidding a few feet before stopping. Her paws empty.

“TIMES UP! The contest is over! Hound survives again!” The crowd cheers and shouts at my victory, but all I see is Chaltra, crying. I take a moment to catch my breath, before walking up to her.

“Hey, Chaltra? You ok?”

“I-it isn’t fair! I try, and try. But I can’t catch you. Four times and I haven’t been able.” She sobs.

“Hey, it’s no big deal. There’s always next year.” I reassured.

“Idiot! I can’t wait any longer. I want you now! I want to be with you, ever sense we first met. It’s not fair. No matter how hard I try, you get away.” She dries her eyes with her big plush paws. I was so taken back by this display, that I instinctively knelt before her. Slowly I grabbed her paw, and placed it on my shoulder.

“There. You caught me.”