User blog:Ore-samma/My Hellhound (The Hunt) (Pack) (Size Difference) (MANGA)

Hello Fans, Ore-samma here!

This story came to me, quite some time ago and I wanted to put it down in MANGA format as well as typeface.

So, here it is!

Hope you like it!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-samma

HERE IS THE MANGA ART LINK

I woke to the sound of motorcycles.

Seriously? Motorcycles in the middle of the National Park? I stretched and climbed out of my tent and quickly bundled it up along with my bedroll and packed up my rucksack. Why the heck were bikers out in the middle of the forest? Ah well. I’ll just hike another ten miles deeper. They won’t bother to go deeper. I always liked hiking alone due to my average stature and looks. Less people to see me and my average-ness.



But as I continued to walk, the sounds of motorcycles grew louder….surely they weren’t crashing through the trees? I heard excited shouts and whoops that sounded like feminine voices and groaned. Maybe they were dirt bikes and snot-nosed teenage brats chewing up the national park for their own amusement. With another roar I knew that they were headed right for me and I quickly shuffled over to a large tree and stood by it….the fools will have no choice but to move around me.

I saw dark shapes in the far reaches of my vision of the forest. Yep….they were tearing through the trees and made a beeline right for my position, whooping and hollering and sounding like….well...like a pack of wolves.



“''Woo! Woo! WoooooOOoooOOooOO''!” One of them cried out and stopped right at the tree looking at me.

I felt my jaw drop as I took in the sight before me. What I thought was a woman dressed in a black motorcycle outfit, was in fact some kind of monstrous creature…..in a motorcycle outfit. She had the overall form, shape, and figure of a woman...but her hands were like paws, her skin was dark grey with short fur on her forearms, shins and dog-like ears.

Her black eyes had a burning red pupil that glowed with a strange fire and her lips were spread wide, revealing a gleaming white fanged grin. Her short leather jacket creaked a little as she dismounted from her bike, and I could now appreciate her full height- she must have been taller than ten feet probably within reaching distance to twenty!. She placed her hands on her hips and positioned her long legs in rough denim jeans almost as if to show off, as others just like her surrounded me and my tree, dismounting, hands on hips all having that same maniacal grin.

“Well! What do we have here?” The first one said; looking down at me and tapping her boot clad foot. “Woof! Are you lost, little man?”

“No- no...not lost.” I said, slowly placing my hand in my pocket and retrieving my bear spray. “Just out for a little stroll in Yosemite National park.”

Immediately they all broke out laughing. “Yosemite?” The creature said, her smile seeming to be more vicious than before. “What the heck is that? We don’t bury the dead here….what kind of nonsense is that? ‘Yo cemetery’ hahahaha! Seriously!”

“You know, Yosemite? ..... California? ...... America? ........ Earth ?” I said, feeling my voice grow weaker as each statement made the group of female creatures laugh.



“Woof! You are lost, little man. That much is clear.” The creature said, rubbing her belly. “There are no such places that are known as any of those names you just spouted. And since you’re lost and also trespassing on our territory, that makes you our property!”

“Property? I don’t think so!” I cried out and used my bear spray, and ran for it.

“Seriously? Where do you think you’re going?” A different creature said, picking me up by my rucksack with one hand and hanging me on a broken off tree branch. “What is that stuff anyway?” She said, snatching the spray.

“Whatever it is- it tastes and smells delicious!” Give me that!” The a different woman cried out, snatching the spray and applied it to her open mouth, smacking her lips with a wide grin.



“Lemme try! Lemme try!” Another cried out.

I watched dumbstruck as the pack fussed and fought each other over my bear spray, making noises that sounded like an excited hyena pack. until it burst in a loud pop coating all of them in the choking capsaicin extract….only….. they cheered, and began to lick the dust and residue off every surface they could, even each other.

I slipped out of my rucksack and started to slink away.

'' Don’t run, they’re like dogs. Running will only attract their attention...just walk….just keep moving ''. I said to myself as I kept moving forward.

After I was out of line of sight I took off running as fast as I could. “Maybe it was the shrooms.” I panted as I continued to run back the way I came. Where’s the path? Where’s the path? Where's the freaking path?”

I took a deep breath of relief as I saw the dirt path. I always hated taking main paths as there  was always the possibility of meeting people and them seeing my average-averageness. My average looks, my average body, and average height that didn’t compare to heroes or the elite. Oh well, I had to get moving and started to jog along the ten miles it would take to get me back to the visitors center…...but…..

“It’s all different.” I muttered, looking at the strange plant life all around me. I slowed from a jog to a walk. “This is impossible! Impossible!” I cried out as I saw a caravan trundling down the road. Several women with snake tails for their lower bodies stared at me as they passed.

“Look Mark!” One of the snake-women said, “His clothes are all funny! Excuse me! Sir? Where did you buy those clothes?” She said, looking at me along with her man wrapped up in her snake’s body.

“Uh...Timberland?”

“Hear that, Mark? We gotta find that store!” She turned back to me. “Thank you! Safe journey!”

I snapped back to my senses as I heard the sounds of motorcycles again. I sprinted to the treeline and climbed up a tall pine, hoping they wouldn’t notice me….but it didn’t take long for them to park under the tree, looking right where I was.



“What didja run for, little man?” The original creature said. “There’s no way you could have possibly got away for long.” She tapped her nose. “We could smell you no matter where you would go.”

“Well, you did say that I was trespassing. I just want to leave this place and go home!” I said, hoping against hope that they would just go away.

“Oh yeah? Well, by the smell of you and your gear-” She held up my rucksack. “You come from a land that is so far away that we cannot detect even the slightest hint of where you might have come from.” She pulled out my map from my ruck pouch. “Is this a map of where you are from? Yeah- there’s nothing like that here! Now, come down here.”

“I don’t think so!” I shouted down, “You’re all crazy!”

The pack of creatures all laughed and sounded again like a hyena pack. “What’s wrong with you? Why won’t you come down?”

“I’m not about to submit to the likes of you! Whatever you have planned or want! Just take my things and go away! Leave me alone!”

They all laughed again and whispered amidst themselves. “Look, precious...watch this.” She strode to a tree larger than the one I was on. She gauged her distance and rushed it, delivering a massive kick to the trunk which snapped in two and fell down with a hard slam.



She walked underneath my tree and smiled and beckoned to me with her finger. “I could come up there, but there’s the risk of both of us falling down. That would be a fun bounce for me, but it would really hurt you. I could kick your tree down, and we would catch you...but I wanna give you the chance to make the sensible choice and come down on your own free will!”

I exhaled and started to climb down amidst the pack’s cheers and laughter.

“Now then.” She said, plucking me from the tree, holding me in mid air by the scruff of my jacket. “Let’s see what you smell like up close.” She leaned in along with the entire pack as they pushed their faces and noses all over my body, smelling every part of me.



“Hey! Stop! Stop that!” I cried out, pushing one of the smaller creature’s face away from my pelvis. Smaller being a relative term, as she looked to be about seven feet tall.

“Woo-woo! He’s single! Wooooo!” The largest cried out, bringing all the others to laugh and howl like a wolf pack.

“WooOooOOOo! And fertile!” The smaller creature who was smelling my pelvis said, trying to tug me away from the larger creature.

“Yes Stella! He is fertile!” The larger creature said, snatching me back, raising me above her head away from Stella. “But you know the rules! You didn’t catch him, I- your mother; Jenny, did. So you will have to hunt him along with your sisters!”

“He’s mine, Momma!! Mine! Mine! Mine!  Mine !” Stella howled as she started to jump, reaching for me, trying to snatch me away from Jenny.

Jenny tossed me like I was a ragdoll to another tall creature. “Fetch!” She crowed. The other caught me and held me above her head and threw me back to Jenny just as Stella came close.



“Fetch!”

“Oops! Almost had him this time, Fetch!”

“Hahahaha! You’re getting better, Stella! Fetch!”

“Stop! Stop it!” I cried out. “I am not a stick! Stop it!”

The pack laughed and howled. “You hear that?” Jenny barked, “The man says he isn’t a stick!” She opened her mouth to unnatural proportions and chomped down on my midsection, holding me steady and took off on all fours while Jenny and the rest of the pack followed and howled.



I felt my skin tug but not painfully so, as Jenny bounded through the forest and even leaped and bounded off of trees, sometimes changing directions in 90 and 180 degrees on occasion.

I cried out, protesting this insane game of ‘keep-away-from-Stella’ as all the larger creatures passed me around from one mouth to the next as they bounded and rough played in the forest with me, no longer a stick, but some kind of ragdoll.

At last they stopped, and Stella snatched me up from the ground and carried me away from the pack as they laughed and howled.

“Stella! I’m serious!” Jenny said, holding up a finger. “You are not to claim that man. He is to be hunted like the rules dictate! You’re not the only small beloved in our group and you’re gonna be fair to your other sisters!”

“Small, beloved…...nice way to say runt...” Stella mumbled, and continued to squeeze me to her chest while sniffing my hair.



“To hell with you! All of you!” I cried out, trying to wipe the slobber and drool from my clothes and skin. “Why don’t you kill me and be done with it!”

Like a switch flipped, the joyous and playful behavior of the creature stopped and they all looked at me with dark expressions. Stella whimpered, let me go and scooted away as if I was about to burst into flame. Jenny turned and strode towards me, her grin now long gone, her paws now curled into fists. In an instant, she had me wrapped up a leash around my body and slung me over her shoulder and I heard her make a piercing whistle.

“Alright girls! Fun time is over- Woof! This one needs to be taught some manners. If he can’t play, then he will be put to the hunt. Saddle up! We’re going home, and immediately setting up the hunt!”



The pack immediately broke out into a flurry of activity, gathering their possessions and starting up their motorcycles. She then slung me over her shoulder, hopped on her bike and gunned the engine, roaring off into the night.

After what was at least a few hours we pulled up to what looked like a junkyard.

The creatures jumped off their motorcycles, whooping and howling, but it sounded more focused, serious….almost deadly as they lined up and….stared at me.



“Right! Here we are!” Jenny said, placing me down and unraveled the leash from around me. “Alright, listen up little guy! I’ve had it to here with your rudeness.” She said, gesturing to her neck. “I don’t know what kind of manners or etiquette you were taught from wherever you came from, but here- lemme let you in on something; you belong to us now. Do you get it? Is that clear? I don’t want to hear anymore melodramatic ‘woe is me’ drivel slobber from your mouth….otherwise, we will let you go, and you better believe that you would regret it.”

She shoved me back to the ground when I tried to get up and put her foot on my chest. “Unless you actually believe that being  dead is better than alive….and if that’s the case; be my guest!” She gestured to my right.

I looked and saw the barest beginnings of dawn, lighting a desolate desert that undulated for miles.

“So, I’m a slave then?”

“Seriously? Jenny snarled. She reached down and picked me off the ground, "What did I just tell you!” she growled as she shoved me into one of the pack, who then shoved me into another, and another, and another.



"Woah, there! We got you now."

Until at last I slammed into the chest of….wait a second….

“You’re human!” I coughed, my body sore and tender from being pushed around like a ragdoll.

The man gave me a large grin. “Indeed I am, little guy.” He said.

I shook my head, almost unbelieving what I saw; the man was over nine and a half feet tall, and I noticed quite a few more human men milling about. Not one was under eight feet in height, and a few might have been nine feet tall! They were all muscular- and yet, had a lean, savage, wild look to them. They too were wearing biker outfits but more Japanese style with white, red, vivid yellow and purples, while the women were nearly poster children for Harley Davidson.

“Geez! How did you all get so huge?”

The man laughed and slapped my back. “Don’t worry. After you get married and mated to one of the girls, you will grow quite a bit.” He said with another powerful pat on my back that brought me to the floor.

“What’s going on!” I cried out. “I don’t understand any of this!”

“Hey! I just said-”

“-Hey Jenny, babe? Let me talk to the guy. It’s obvious he came from Earth….remember how hard Zack took all this?”

Jenny growled deep in her chest and scoffed. She grabbed the man’s shirt and brought him in for a hard kiss and licked her lips afterwards. “Fine! You fill him in, Johnny, and then get to bed! It’s been too long!”

“Yes, maim!” Johnny said and sat me down on a rock by the junkyard.

“Another person from Earth?” I said, with a hopeful feeling. “Where is he?”

Johnny shrugged. “He’s off on patrol with his wife.” He gestured to the girls as they all seemed to prepare something with the men. “All these women here are Hellhounds, and we are their husbands. You have been picked up by the Primal Pack. That’s what we call ourselves.” He gestured with his head to me. “They said you’re up to be hunted yeah? Well it doesn’t mean what you think it does. The girls are gonna put you into that junkyard. If you can get away, you get a bike and your freedom. If you can't, the girl that catches you is going to make you her husband.”

“What if I don’t want to be in this biker gang? What if I don’t want a wife?” I shouted.

Johnny shrugged. “You really don’t have a choice. It’s that simple.”

We stared at each other for a few moments and he leaned over and wrapped his arm around me, squeezing my shoulders till they cracked. “Look, buddy...wait a second….what’s your name?”

“Anon.”

“Funny name. Look, Anon….you might have come here with the notion of how you were gonna live your life and carried all these expectations. But you and I both know that life is rough, cruel, and unpredictable. What we think is so- is not often the case.” He held out his hand to the horizon that was brightening. “You may think this is all harsh, but it isn't. You may think the Primal Pack is wrong, but they aren’t. And you may think that your life is over….but it’s not...it’s just beginning. No one has ever regretted being a part of all this. Mark my words, before this time next year, you are going to be smarter, stronger, and more healthy than you’ve ever been.

His face grew wistful and he he took a long sigh. “You will have a wife that loves you, and an entire pack of hellhounds that would fight all creation if you needed their help.” He looked and smiled at the group of smaller Hellhounds. “Especially for our small girls. You think the others are savage normally? You should see them rush to defend the smallest pups of the litter. They are adored far beyond what you can imagine! You’re not gonna ever get that back on Earth, if Zack’s stories are to be believed.”

“Doesn’t freedom and self determination count for anything with you?”

“Of course it does. Even now you have a choice….if you wanna die that is.” Johnny remarked as he released my shoulders and gestured to the desert. “The desert you see there goes for over four hundred yar’beths in every direction! That forest where the girls picked you up from is only fifteen yar’beths at its widest point!”

He shrugged. “Tell them you want to be released, and the girls will let you go...but there are no two ways about it. Unless you have a bike, you’re gonna die.” He gave me a serious look. “Why do you think they are all so bent on keeping you? They like you- all of them. They want to protect you and take care of you....why do you think the girls go out to that forest? It’s to save people who accidently find themselves there. You were lucky! Six out of ten patrols find a dead dehydrated corpse out there. And no one has ever been able to walk to the hinterlands beyond the desert. Only one person ever made it out alive, but that male came from a place where they could fly at incredible speeds.”

Johnny got up with a grunt. “Gotta go. Jenny gets all riled up when she finds another male for her pack. If you wanna go, ask for Nicole. She is the second-in-command. Otherwise, prepare yourself to be hunted.”

I sat on the rock and watched the other large men mill about, casting me looks and smiles. The other Hellhounds would also look, but a few smaller Hellhounds came close and started to sniff me, including Stella.



“Mmmm, man! Woo-woo-wooOOooO! Unmarried man!” One of them said, burying her face in my hair.

“He is gonna be mine! All mine! All mine! Mine! Mine!  Mine !” Stella cried out, wrapping her arms around me and scampered away.

I looked; the others were just about seven and a half feet tall while Stella was more like six foot seven. She towered over me, but was smaller than any of the other human men.

The others laughed. “You always say that, Stella.” One of them said, “But face it- you’re the youngest! So, it’s likely gonna be one of us!”

“What’s your name?” Stella said, holding me on the ground and sniffing my chest.

“Anon.” I said, once she stopped sniffing me and looked into my eyes.

She smiled, her teeth and fangs gleamed white and her red eyes glowed brighter. “Anon, keep me in your thoughts! I will find you on the hunt! And you will be mine! Okay?” She said, and started to pant….her tail wagging so fast it was a blur.

"Uh....but why me?"

"I like you! You smell good! I want you! Don't you want me?" Stella said with a cheery smile and a double wink.

I couldn't help but smile back, seeing and feeling the genuine affection Stella had for me, in spite of me being the smallest human there, and perhaps the most average. But before I could talk one of the larger hounds picked me up out of Stella’s grasping hands and pitiful whimpering.

“Easy Stella-pup! It’s time.” The Hellhound said with a smirk as she picked me up by the scruff of my jacket. “You’d better get ready! We’re all rooting for you! I even bet my bottle of whiskey that you pull through on your first time!” She added with a wink.

I was taken to the entrance of the junkyard let go. The Hellhound placed her hands on her hips and pointed to a chair. “Sit.” She said with a large grin.

I gritted my teeth about to rally back, but walked over and sat.

“Good boy!” She said, clasping her hands together. “See that entrance? You run through it, and try to get to the other side.” She motioned with her head allowing me to see several other entrances where the smaller hellhounds stood at the ready, looking at me.

“After ten si’bons, we are gonna let the small beloved come after you! Whichever one gets you first is going to be your wife. After she takes you, we celebrate in the bar, and we start your initiation to be one of the Primal Pack!”

I exhaled and nodded…..what other choice did I have?

“Good! Now, run!”

I ran, turning and weaving around what looked to be smashed vehicles of strange design and smelly filth that was typical of most junkyards. The place was a terrible, almost subterranean maze and in about ten minutes, I heard the excited howling of the small hellhounds.



I panicked looking around and saw a small hole. I struggled cutting myself as I wiggled through and found myself in a small nearly pitch black enclosed space of metal junk. I exhaled….the hole was too small for the Hellhounds to get through, but….I would eventually have to leave….and now I was trapped.

“''Look! There he is! I see him''!” I heard through the hole, and a pair of red eyes glowed from the other side.

“''Lemme see! Lemme see''!” I heard Stella cry out.



A loud scuffle sounded and a lot of frenzied barking and I saw Stella wiggle her way almost fully into the space, several cuts and gashes on her body bleeding profusely.

“''Quick! Grab her! Pull her back''!” One of the others shouted.

Stella’s eyes grew large and she slid back a few inches. She struggled and she reached out to me.

“Anon! Please! Help me!” She cried out.

I suddenly rushed forward, without thinking and grabbed her paw and pulled.

Stella tumbled in the space with me and pinned me to the ground. Her fiery red eyes gave slight illumination to the pace. She smiled, but this time her smile was a little more gentle as she lowered her face to mine and kissed my cheek with tender lips.

“Oh Anon! Thank you!” She whispered. “I love you!”

“I….” I exhaled. “You’re welcome.”

“Now, you’re all mine!” She said with a throaty growl and immediately tore my pants and underwear off and flung her denim shorts and lingerie aside. “I’m gonna make you mine, until they dig us out! You’re gonna be covered in my scent, and no one will ever call me small again!”

I greyed out, the events passed in a blur of black fur, red eyes, pink tongue, tender kisses, feverish caresses, and lustful moans; punctuated by bursts of ecstasy and pleasure as we mated non stop in the small space until the pack dug us out.



“Woof! What a stench!” Jenny said, waving her hand in front of her face. “Alright girls! Fair’s fair! Stella has herself a husband- and- oh wow! Look at you! You’ve already grown some!”

I noticed Stella was noticeably taller...almost as tall as the other smaller Hellhounds.

Jenny looked to me. “And wow! Even your husband has grown some!”

I looked, my shirt was almost too small for me now, and I doubted I could get my pants back on. Stella just beamed and kept me close by her side. “I told you! I told all of you! Mine!” She growled.

“Don’t you growl at me! You’re a long way from being Alpha here! Missy!”

Stella yipped and shied away. “Yes, mother!” She said meekly.

All of a sudden the others rushed us and carried us above their heads to the bar where I could hear loud rock and roll, shouting and whooping, smell barbeque, cigar smoke, diesel fuel, and beer.

My stomach rumbled right along with Stella’s. She looked at me and winked as the doors closed behind us, and in so many ways...on my past that seemed almost like a bad dream that I at last awoke from.