Warring species

“Is there anything I should know about this area?” Asked Caroline, clenching her weapons as she scanned the area.

“Yes.” Explained Kyle, steading his rifle. “This here is the territory of two species. The Cheethogs and the Antlila. The Cheethogs, a mix between cheetahs and warthogs, look like the former but try to gore their pray by charging them with their horns. The Antlila is a cross between a gorilla and an antlion.”

“An antlion? You made a cross from another cross?”

“An antlion is a type of bug.” Corrected Sarah. “They are know to dig traps for ants, so you can imagine the holes the Antlila makes.”

“I’d rather not.”

“The two hunt one another, the victor often being decided on whether or not the Cheethog is in the hole or not.”

“Got it. Don’t be gored nor trapped.”

In the distance, the three heard a couple of voices familiar to one. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you.”

“I don’t know. I always wanted to say and do these things, but I was always too-“

“My God?! Jane? Alex? Don’t worry guys, I’m coming!” Caroline sprinted forward, careless of her surroundings.

“Wait, it might be -“ Yelled Kyle, his words no longer reaching the girl.

Bathing in a small lake, the two woman were holding each other tightly.

“You know, I feel we should be looking for something.” Asked Jane.

“Eh, who cares? It’s probably not important.” Alex joked nonchalantly. “I’d much rather be with you right now.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“Am I ever not?”

“Smartass.” Laughed Jane. “Want to continue this on that small island?”

“Sure, I’d love to be on an island with you. Well, an island on an island.”

The two swam swam towards the island, continuing their lovemaking, until-

“Wait, is this island moving?” Asked Jane.

“Just hold on, I’m coming for you.” Shouted Caroline, running towards the voices. She kept dashing and hurdling until she found the source. “A… chicken?”

Seeing the frizzle chicken, it continued. “My gosh, it’s a frizzle chicken! Look at how adorable it is. Wait…”

“It mimics their voices!” Moaned Caroline, disappointed in her find. She wanted to return to Kyle and Sarah, however…

“AAAHHHH!” Caroline lost her footing, falling into a pit trap. After landing on her bubble butt, she checked her herself for injuries which luckily weren’t there. Looking around, she saw that she wasn’t the only occupant in the hole. Before her was a Cheethog, slowly emerging from it’s sleep. “S-sweet little kitty, d-don’t eat me. You don’t want to fatten yourself for those Antlilas.”

However, on closer inspection, this creature seemed rather small for either a cheetah or a warthog. Furthermore, it showed no hostilities.

“You’re just a cub, or a piglet.” Said Caroline. “And your paw looks injured, you poor thing.”