User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Jinko Spazerz

Well, even without the upcoming mating season, we have a better chance of surviving on the island than we do on our small boat. The sea slimes haven't been a problem so far, since they're usually just happy to float along beside us, but the mersharks may prove to be more than my new friend can handle.

"Don't worry about me," she says, eyeing the water, "I'll deal with the sharks, you just keep rowing." I nod and put every last ounce of energy I have to row towards the island. We're just coming up on the reef when the first mershark runs her claws along the wooden hull of the boat. Looking into the water she's got a gleeful smile on her face. She's soon followed by others, and soon the boat's being rocked from side to side.

The jinko's trying to fight them off, but she can't keep up with the sheer number of them. We're almost out of the reef when one of the sharks tears a hole in the boat, and water starts to spring up into the boat. Without hesitation the jinko grab's the rope attached to the front of the boat and jumps into the water. It's only waist deep at this point, but she still struggles because of the sharks batting at her legs. She pulls us up a little farther and the mersharks give up.

The water around the jinko's legs is slowly running red. She pulls us up onto the sand and collapses, huffing and holding her feet. I try to take a look, but she just growls at me, forcing me to back off. After a few moments of sitting and waiting, I approach her again. She's calmed down, and when I try to look at her feet she doesn't resist.

Her soles are covered in cuts and scratches, and the fur is matted with blood.

"It's not that bad, I can still- agh!" She tries to stand and collapses, holding her feet.

"Wait here, I'll go and see if I can find anything to wrap them in. I go up to the trees and look for any broad leaves. I find some broad-leafed palms, still young enough to reach their leaves from the ground. I grab a few and run back to the beach. She's still sitting there, looking more than a little grumpy.

I sit the leaves next to her, and take one down to the water, filling it like a bowl. I return to her and wash the bottoms of her feet to get the sand off. She growls and pulls her foot away as the salt water flows over the cuts.

"I need to get the sand out of the cuts, unless you want them to get infected." She still rumbles with displeasure, but allows me to continue. "I never got your name, mines Aaron." She looks at me for a moment, before nodding.

"I'm Gina." I give her a smile, before continuing, trying to get all the sand grains out of her feet. After several long minutes and no shortage of complaining, I'm done. I grab the leaves and wrap them around her feet, building up several layers and tying them with some fibres.

"How's that?" She gently puts her foot to the ground, wincing when she put's pressure on it.

"It still hurts, but it is better. Thank you." With a smile I nod, trying to get under her arm to help support her. After a brief resistence, she agrees, letting me help her up the bank. We sit under the trees for a while, just enjoying the shade.

"We'll need to go find food soon." Gina mutters, rubbing her legs. "I don't know how much there is on this island to hunt, but we'll need to find something to eat, and soon, if we want to keep our strength up."

"Well, there's so many plants on this island, surely one of them has to be edible, right?" She grumbles a little about eating 'prey food' but doesn't openly complain, given the potential alternative. I go out and try to find some food. There are plenty of insects crawling about the island, but I don't think either of us are ready to embrace that level of food. Instead I keep an eye out for berries and other fruit. I try not to pick anything I don't recognise.

After walking around for an hour or two, I manage to come back with a few handfulls of wild berries and even a bunch of small banana's. Gina hasn't exactly been idle while I was gone, either, sitting next to her are many lengths of fibrous string. She looks up at my approach and smiles.

"I decided to make some snares. Maybe we can set them up tomorrow?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Sounds like a plan to me." Speaking of tomorrow, it's starting to get late. I try to gether up some firewood, and dry grass for a small fire. Unfortunately, I have little-to-no idea of how to start a fire without flint. Luckily, Gina seems to be a slightly better survivalist, and pulls our salvation from her pocket, a flint and steel set.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">I quickly have the fire going with the help of her tools, and soon we have a warm fire protecting us from the cold night wind. We sleep on the ground, since we don't have the time or materials to make a hammock.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The next day I go out and set some of the snares in places that Gina described, gaps in plants and holes that could have been made by small animals and the like. She wanted to come with me, but after checking her feet again it's clear she needs to spend some time off of them. So I go out, looking for wood, food and leaves to try and make our new temporary accomodations into a living space. More searching found me at a crystal clear pool, with a large waterfall roaring into it. I taste it and find it fresh, not salty. Drinking my fill I start trying to come up with a way to carry some.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">After several minutes of trying things to little result, I decide to head straight back to our little site. Gina's gone two days without water, and I don't want her condition to get worse. When I get back she's putting together a chair from some of the sturdier wood.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"What are you doing back so soon? Is something wrong?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I found water, but I, uh... didn't know how to get it back here...." She sighs and laughs quietly.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"So, what you're saying is I should have gone with you, right?" With a defeated sigh I nod. She gets up and I insist on helping her to the water.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"You know I've had worse injuries, right?" She says as we're walking.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I wouldn't doubt it, the way you fought off that kraken. But thsoe cuts aren't shallow. Didn't you know how dangerous coral could be?" She huffs and looks away.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Stupid rocks." I'm not about to correct her on what coral is, so I just let her sulk a little as we get to the water. We brought some coals from the fire so we don't have to start a new one. I get her some water in a leaf and she continues to growl that she's not some fragile flower.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">We spend what's left of the day setting up some basic cover and furniture. By the time night comes we have a pair of nets hanging from a number of trees and some rickety chairs. I also decide to make myself a pair of shoes very similar to Gina's wrappings, except with bark beneath the leaves. We go to sleep in our new hammocks, which is far more comfortable than the ground.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">I take a dip in the pool to try and wash off some of the sweat and salt from the ocean. I take some of the bananas and go looking for more supplies. I check on the snare's and find that one of them actually caught a small fowl. I grab it and crack it's neck, throwing it over my shoulder into a fibre net we'd made. That's the best thing I find on my search, returning with little more than a few rocks.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">When Gina sees the bird in my bag she licks her lips. "That should be good." She says with a longing look. I decide to check her feet while she cleans the bird. A few of the cuts have reopened thanks to our walk, but they don't appear to be bleeding too much. Rewrapping them I let her know she should be able to walk around in a few days. She groans at the statement, but doesn't stop plucking the bird in her hands.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Things continue for another efw days, first me, then the both of us going out to see what we can find in the morning, then spending the afternoon imporving our living conditions. Most of what I do is under Gina's supervision, she's surprisingly adept at living stranded. I ask her about it one day and she chuckles.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I've... been in more maroonings than I'd like. Though I guess one is more than I'd like, so, yeah." She shrugs it off, but I decide to poke a bit more. After some encouragment she eventually gives in.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Okay, fine. I've been stranded like this probably five times. I've always gotten off one way or another, but this is the first time I've had company..." she smiles at me for a moment, "not that I'm complaining." She looked away, taking a deep breath.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Anyway, let's just say I'm plenty experienced living wild. First time I've hit a reef unfortunately...." She trails off and we sit in silence, waiting for our latest meal to cook.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">That night, we're both sleeping in our beds, when I hear a rumbling from nearby. Looking around I can't see much in the dark night, since we only have a cresent moon. But I can see enough to spot a pair of golden eyes  glinting in the shadows. Worried I look over to Gina's bed, and find it empty. That's when everything click's into place. We'd been so focused on surviving we'd both forgotten about mating season. Looking back at the eyes, she slowly stalks up to me, down on all fours, a very desperate look on her face.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Gina... w-we can talk about this, right?" She shakes her head slightly, before looking back at me.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"No. No talking. Need... need you." She climbs up and nuzzles into my shoulder, before the rest of her follows behind, straddling me. My pants are torn before I can make another sound, then she kisses me. It's a deep, hot, passionate kiss, and if that hadn't been enough to get me going, the feeling of her breasts and crotch pressing into me leaves me with no hope of resistance.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">She mounts me, and I'm lost in bliss. The joys of a monster are truly something else. Our first coupling is short lived. Our second and third aren't much better. By the time she's trying for round four I don't even know what's keeping me up. To say I'm ridden raw is an understatement.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">By morning she's calmed down, at some point she ended up underneath me, hugging me from below. She hums happily, pulling me tighter into her.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Morning, my mate." She grogily mutters.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Uh, morning Gina." She stretches, lifting both of us up. "So, um, how long does mating season last?" She shrugs, standing up.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"A week or so. I'm not going to be satisfied for long though." I groan, flopping back into the hammock. "Dont' worry, my mate, I'll make sure to get all the food and wood we need. You rest, and make sure your ready for me." She gives me another kiss, before diving into the pool of water to catch fish.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">I decide to spend my time just resting, eating some of the berries and other food we have. It doesn't take long for her to want more, unfortunately. I'm again ridden into the ground. This becomes my life for the next few days, when a group of explorers find us. They consist of a harpy, a golem three men and a human woman.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Oh, we're not the first one's here?" One of the men asks. I'm currently in Gina's arms, trying to keep her calm.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Do you two speak our language?" Another asks. I nod.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Yes, we were on a ship and ended up here almost two weeks ago."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"We were waiting for my season to finish before thinking about a way off." Gina says, nuzzling into my hair.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Oh, you're... in season?" The woman asks, looking suddenly nervous.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Don't worry, miss Janeth, I don't think she'll bother you. Looks like she's already got someone to sate her urges." The harpy reassured her.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I don't suppose you've found anything of interest while here?" The first man asks, looking between me and the naked jinko I'm being embraced by.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"No, sorry. Just a lot of plants, some fish and birds, and a lot of bugs." He sighed, and one of the others put a hand on his shoulder.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Don't worry, I'm sure we'll find an island filled with new discoveries one of these days."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Do not give up, master. You will find something of note, I am certain of it." The golem encouraged.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"We haven't exactly seen a lot of this island. There is still lots of places you can find stuff." Gina says. "Though... could you take us to your ship? I think my mate would like to be a bit more... comfortable." She strokes a hand through my hair. It's more than a little embarassing, though I chalk it up to a combination of maternal instinct and pay back for me pampering her.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Of course, Vinia, could you kindly escort our friends to the ship?" The golem nods, and beckon's for us to follow.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Our voyage back is thankfully not as eventful as the journey to the island, and once Gina's heat is over, we learn two things. One, she's decided to be my partner fro life, in a completely unexpected turn of events, and her heat produced results.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">What at first we thought was a combination of sudden sea sickness and poor eating quickly turned into something esle once we made port. We found a place to stay in town, and the sickness she'd been experiencing continued. We discovered not long after that she'd been having morning sickness. We're now looking for a house in town, and I'm working as a hand at the clinic.