The pet, the geek and the goddess

Cynthia sighed as her hands dropped from her pants. “I am in here, Mom,” she called out with a hint of a sigh in her voice.

John felt sorry for her when the tent opened up, Miranda stepping in to see John and Cynthia on the bed, John’s lower body still very much naked.

“Oh, you two were going at it? Well, that will have to wait. Cyn, I have a task I need your help with.” She casually looked John over, his cock semi limp in the bed. “John, I am sorry for cutting your fun short, but trust me, this is more important than getting some pleasure.”

With that, the leader of the Huntresses turned around and walked out of the tent, not even bothering to close it on her way out.

“I guess duty calls,” Cynthia groaned, jumping out of bed as gracefully as humanly possible. “Remember, John! You owe me an orgasm!” she yelled as loudly as she could before dashing out of the tent, laughing as she saw John’s face flush just before she disappeared from his view.

John grumbled slightly, awkwardly pulling up his pants, before he realized he was being an idiot. With two swipes he had un- and re-equipped them, walking out of the tent a few seconds later and closing the flap behind him.

A few of the nearby hunters greeted John with a knowing smile, making him duck his head down and quickly walk away. It would take some time for him to get used to the sexual liberty that was ever so apparent in the camp.

With nothing to do, John decided to resume his old plan of cashing in his pet token. He pulled it out of his inventory together with the other trophies he had earned and made his way to the brazier in front of Artemis’ temple.

Once there he spoke out. “Lady Artemis, I offer you these trophies from the far off land of Straya, or as we all know it Australia.” After speaking he tossed the trophies and his token into the fire, only to have the token bounce right back out and hit him in the forehead.

-1 hp.

John was about to question why it bounced out when a pop up appeared in front of him.

My token is not something to just willy nilly toss in there along with flapbird things! First off, kneel in front of the brazier and spend your stat points! The stronger you are, the stronger your pet will start off with, dimwit!

“Yes, Gaia….” John said as he rubbed his forehead. Then he opened his stat screen, putting 2 points each into strength and charisma and 1 into endurance, making sure to at least get a solid foundation. Just when he wanted to assign his last two points, he got a new pop up.

Solid foundation.
Have all your stats reach 10.
Gamer body upgraded.
You need less sleep for the same result. Sleep needed halved. Though sleeping more more can still be done for the glorious purpose of dreaming, sleeping next to a cutie or just to progress time.

John nodded, thinking it was neat, but it was still distracting him from his purpose of getting a goddamn pet! With a flick of his finger, he dumped 1 more into strength and 1 into agility and then, while he knelt, tossed the coin once more into the fire, closing his eyes solemnly as he spoke: “Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt accept the token that Gaia has so snarkily bestowed upon me!”

John's vision went black; then suddenly, he felt his body get pulled somewhere only to stop moments later once again. When he opened his eyes, he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her red hair looked to be waving in the breeze, her eyes sharp as a hawk’s and her curves neatly hidden within a green leather outfit. On her arm a gauntlet and on the other a simple glove. She turned to look at him, smiling.

“John Newman, greetings.” Her voice sounded like a spring breeze, gentle, inviting.

“L-lady Artemis! Hello!” he said awkwardly, garnerning a chuckle from her.

“It seems that Gaia wants me to bestow one of my pets upon you. Very well. If Gaia wills it… I will gladly increase your chances of survival.” She flicked the token in her palm, making it dance between her fingers like she had practiced it for years.

“To get a pet, though, is to gain the power of the wilds. And to gain the wilderness’ help… You will need to understand it.” Artemis flicked the token at John’s forehead; his eyes shut the moment it hit him, his conscience pulled away once again.

The next moment he felt his body moving through the densely packed forests, his brethren following close behind him. Their scent filled his nostrils, a howl escaping his throat, their prey visibly slowing down in front of them. They surrounded the deer seconds later, snarling at it; John readied himself to pounce. His muscles tensed, waiting, and then, the moment came, he jumped, his teeth sinking into their prey’s throat, and just as John was about to taste blood… He got pulled away once more.

This time, John could hear the crash of thunder in the distance, the howling of the wind all around him. His eyes were locked onto a small bird below him, flying peacefully towards its destination. John angled himself down, folding his wings in, and dove straight for it. Centimeters above it, he spread his wings again, stopping his rapid descend and firmly grabbing onto the smaller bird with his talons, snapping its wings with a gut wrenching crunch.

Like that, John experienced what it was like to be wild, to be free. One moment he was a dolphin about to capture a tuna, the next he was a polar bear catching a sea lion. Different animals, different methods, but one thing stayed the same: He was the predator. He was the hunter. And he never failed.

“John, being a hunter is being the top predator. You never back down. No game too big, no monster too powerful. You are the top dog; you will bring it down. For you are one of my Hunters, and hunting is what we do best.” Artemis voice rang out in his mind moments before his vision went black once more.

When he regained consciousness, he felt something licking his fingers, a tiny little tongue scraping over his hand.