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ZecoraSis

By SpeedBoostBlaziken
Created: 13th December 2020 09:06:15 PM

  1. >A deafening roar fills your ears
  2. >The beast is bearing down on you
  3. >Fangs bared, gums drooling, preparing for a pounce
  4. >Your life depends on whether or not your plan works
  5. >It's now or never
  6. >Do or die, literally
  7. >The snare springs and,
  8. >It misses
  9. >The creature steps its paw out of the way just in time
  10. >For it, at least
  11. >Your life flashes before your eyes, plagued by visions of you being eaten by a cat thrice your size
  12. >But then, you smile
  13. >Because the backup plan worked
  14. >As the beast brings its fangs down to you, a whittled tree branch swings down over your head and impales the creature's upper jaw
  15. >Sticking up through its brain, the branch subdues the behemoth nearly instantaneously
  16. >The creature falls to the ground with a thud nearly as loud as its roar
  17. >You fall to your hand and knees, one hand still gripping the large hunting knife you use as a weapon
  18. >You survey the jungle around you and find that it seems all clear now
  19. >Things used to be simpler
  20. >Before Gaia Everfree took over
  21. >Now, humanity's enclaves within her vine and thorn grip are dwindling
  22. >But you'll survive
  23. >Just like you did today
  24. >Hearing some rustling from behind a nearby bush, you aren't disturbed
  25. >You know exactly who it is
  26. >It's the same person who helped you set up your trap, and the backup
  27. >It's the same person who would have fought the cat demon had your initial plan worked
  28. >And it's the same person who would be mourning you had the backup plan failed as well
  29. >It's your beloved sister, Zecora
  30. >As she steps forward into the clearing, the sun reflecting off of her matte gray skin gives it an almost metallic look
  31. >Her handmade skirt and chest wrap are tattered and worn
  32. >But she looks no worse for wear as she surveys the fallen animal and smiles at you
  33. >"I'm glad to see you were not eaten by this giant howling cretin."
  34. "Indeed, it's the one whose flesh WE will be carving. Predator or not, it's better than starving."
  35. >Zecora nods and starts the process of cutting off what parts of the creature you can use or eat
  36. >"Its meat will be tough, but we can make do. And I'm sure our stomachs will thank us too."
  37. >After scanning the area for more predators, you set to work helping Zecora butcher the beast
  38. "We can process it with salt to make jerky as well. It's already tough so we probably can't tell."
  39. >Zecora nods and continues her knifework as you do the same
  40. >Before long, you have all the meat and hide you can carry back to your camp
  41. >It helps that you were able to make bindle sticks work sections of the hide to carry meat
  42. >"Such a shame that we could not use the whole thing. But alas, there is simply too much for us to bring."
  43. >You shrug as you hike back to the camp ahead of Zecora
  44. "If it didn't want us to leave so much of it decomposing, perhaps it shouldn't have grown so large and imposing."
  45. >Fortunately for the two of you, you make it back to camp safely and with your haul intact
  46. "Not only will we feast in the days ahead, but the fauna should return with the Titan dead."
  47. >You open the clay box near the center of your camp and being preparing charcoal and soaked wood chips in the side chamber
  48. >Zecora, meanwhile, is preparing her own fire in the center of the camp
  49. >You move to where the meat is laid out on a small table you constructed and begin grinding salt crystals that Zecora prepared in a pestle
  50. "When you are done setting the flame and the fire is stoked, can you salt this so I can prepare to get it smoked?" you call to Zecora
  51. >She simply nods, as the two of you have little energy to continue rhyming
  52. ~'At least we're safe in our internal thoughts'~ you think to yourself silently for the upteenth time, a reminder to yourself to keep your spirits up
  53. >Before long, you have a small fire going in your smoker, and the hooks are ready for the meat
  54. >Zecora approaches you with the meat in hand, and you silently move to the spit to begin roasting meat for tonight's dinner while she hangs it
  55. >You grab some herbs from the bag hung nearby and season the meat to take off some of its gaminess
  56. >Skewering it on the spit's stake, you swivel it back over the fire to begin the complex caramelization of the meat's protein, fat, and trace sugars
  57. >Or, in other words, cooking it
  58. >Once the meat is set, you move back to the smoker to get the right smoke balance going, moving past your sister on her way back to the spit where she can roast the meat evenly
  59. >The way the two of you move together in harmony to get things done quickly is integral to your survival out here
  60. >It helps that your sibling bond helps the two of you understand each other in an intimate way that no one else could
  61. >Even the six years Zecora spent out here living in the forest permanently wasn't enough to undo the thirteen years before it
  62. >Once the smoke is at the right level, you go to check the alarms and wards around the camp
  63. >You pass the shared treehouse the two of you spent months constructing, the memories of your hard work, sweat, and petty bickering bringing a smile to your face
  64. >You pass the layered potato garden, wondering when the next batch will be ready to harvest
  65. >And finally, you pass by the memorial to your parents, saying a silent prayer for them
  66. >Along the way, you dampen, mash, and replace as needed the aromatic herbs set around the area, their scent masking that of your little village
  67. >Fast forward to that evening, whereupon the two of you sit on a log bench tearing away at the tough game to fill your hungry stomachs
  68. >"A thousand thanks to the divines, who endowed me with such sharp canines" prays your sister as she swallows the last of her portion
  69. ~'That's not the only thing you're endowed with'~ you think to yourself
  70. >You shake your head of the thought and continue chewing
  71. >She is your own sibling, after all
  72. >You don't think of her that way, you simply recognize nature's gift to her
  73. >After your meal, Zecora stand and stretches
  74. >"We still have some time before we feel night's wrath. I think I'll head to the river for a bath."
  75. >You check the sun's position and worry a little
  76. "Do you think it wise to go alone, just you? Perhaps we should go together, us two."
  77. >Zecora laughs and shakes her head
  78. >"Dear brother, you must me off your rocker, if you think you're getting a peek at these knockers." she says as she jiggles her breasts for emphasis
  79. >You blush and turn away, scoffing at the notion
  80. "Zecora, surely you say this in jest. You're my own flesh and blood; for you, I want what's best."
  81. >She gives a look which you know means "are you sure about that?"
  82. >This kind of nonverbal communication is already important along siblings, and especially so for the yep of you in your situation
  83. "And besides," you continue, "it's nothing new for me to see. Remember when your wrapping got caught on a tree?"
  84. >She laughs again at your indignation and shrugs
  85. >"Very well, Anoniem, you win this round. Join me at the river, and keep me safe and sound." she says sarcastically as she turns to leave
  86. >You roll your eyes and gather your spare skirt from the trunk at the base of the tree atop which you live
  87. >You grab Zecora a change of clothing as well, and head off to meet up with her on the way to the river
  88. >She keeps giving you this smug look
  89. >You simply roll your eyes again and keep walking
  90. >Eventually, you reach the site of your most impressive creation yet
  91. >A four foot deep, 10 foot wide pit with the bottom mud packed tightly with clay
  92. >But what's more impressive than that is the channels leading into and out of the pit that connect it to the main river
  93. >But what's even more impressive than that are the miniature dams constructed on the input and output channels
  94. >You and Zecora place levers against blocks on the sides of the upstream dam near the bottom and press down on the levers lifting up the dam
  95. >Water from the river flows into the pit, filling it up and creating a large bathtub
  96. >You lower the dam back down and ensure that no crocodiles, water snakes, or biting fish entered the pool
  97. >"Okay, brother, turn yourself around. You can look once again when I've lowered myself down."
  98. >You comply, waiting for Zecora to step down into the pool, and when she snaps her fingers, you turn back and see her
  99. >The water is clear enough that where she stands, you can still clearly make out her chest, and the outline of everything below
  100. >You hastily remove your own skirt and step down into the water as Zecora turns to begin scrubbing herself with a bar of soap
  101. >Real, handmade soap that only someone with Zecora's knowledge can make
  102. >You also start washing yourself off with another bar, and try not to stare too much at your nude sister
  103. >You busy yourself with scanning the area for dangerous creatures
  104. >Fortunately, with the exception of Gaia's beasts, the Everfree is mostly inhabited by peaceful creatures
  105. >You feel Zecora press herself into your back, and you nearly jump in surprise
  106. >You feel her soft melons squish into your tense back, her hard nipples (definitely from the cool water) poking into you
  107. >"How unbecoming of you, brother of mine, to let a hungry predator sneak up behind."
  108. "You're neither hungry, nor a predator, you know this is true. And your teasing won't gain any favors for you."
  109. >She giggles at your response and wraps her arms around you in a surprisingly sweet embrace.
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