In the Creature's Lair

it lept and bound through the rainy jungle. Its eyes could see things hers could not. Tara did her best to not get motion sick as they made their way deeper and deeper into the jungle canopy as the thunder and lightning tore along above them. She took stock of her situation. She was weaponless, armorless, and now; she estimated, a full 5 kilometers from the crash site. She was bouncing upon the shoulder of a large, brutish humanoid that was either going to eat her, enslave her, breed her, or some twisted combination of those three.

Finally, after nearly an hour of leaping, ducking, and sprinting, they came to its lair. The thunder and lightning tore the sky as they ducked into the hut, protected by thickly interwoven giant leaves. It merely shrugged, and she was on the ground, gasping. It left, quickly. Tara tried to think of a way out of this, but just as soon as it had disappeared, it popped back in, a lit, fat-soaked scrap of animal skin and hair that had been tightly woven into a braid serving as a candle. It ignited the pool of lard with a bit of cotton twisted in the center and a bit of flint, and the hut sprung into her view.

Animal skins lined the interior. What looked like severed heads of abominations she dare not think about lined the walls. And it. Its chest heaving, the thick, pink member swelling from out of its sheath, stood before her, and the doorway. Its dull, black eyes glistened like polished onyx in the half-light of the hut. She gasped as it whirled, only to see it was presenting her with a freshly-skinned pelt from some monstrous thing or another.

Tara smirked and accepted the pelt as she thought of the absurdity of it all. She knew that this would be the weirdest night of her life, but she also knew that if she didn't play along, that her head might very well be mounted on the chamber wall as well. It knelt down, sniffing her bare legs as she wrapped the pelt around her shivering body. It lifted one of her legs and filled its huge nostrils with the scent of her sex. Tara held her breath, but it let her leg down.

It started to grunt, and look around the hut, loping about quickly from object to object, showing them to her. It took Tara a minute to realize what was happening. "Oh my God...it can smell that I don't want to mate right now and is trying to impress me. Her mind reeled from the idea of it, but having a massive, tusked, aggressive protector in this jungle might be her only means of surviving long enough to escape the planet.

Tara made the motion for food, which it almost instantly understood. It flung a pelt aside and presented her with one hand full of raw flesh, and one giant banana. Gingerly, she reached out from the pelt and took the banana. She peeled back the top and eat the first 5 inches slowly, steeling her mind for what she was about to do.