Chapter 1: Pupil 01

Zara was sitting on her hospital bed, in the HSA’s private hospital. Two days passed since her encounter with the monster called Fifi. She was reading a book wondering when she would be allowed to leave, when the door opened and Dr. Margaret Flin stepped into the room. Margaret looked tired but focused.

“Good morning Miss Cromwell,” she greeted Zara.

“Yeah, it’s good. I got fucked by a monster and shat out an entire human being and not allowed to go home but yes, at least the morning is good,” Zara gruffed.

“Hey hey, no need to be mad. The powers you gained from the experiment are worth all the trouble,” Margaret replied.

“Are you sure Fifi didn’t lie to us?”

“Yes. We checked your brain functions. They are ... different, just like the brain of a Flesh Fiend or other biokinetic monster.”

“And what does this mean?” Zara asked.

“It means you can give similar commands to your body just like Fifi.”

“I’m still unable to do anything,” Zara replied with an impatient look.

“Yes, we will probably need to unlock your abilities forcefully. Luckily, we got someone willing to help,” Margaret said but nothing happened. She was standing there for almost a minute before she broke the silence.

“I said, we got someone willing to help,” she repeated, this time louder. Then Zara noticed something glowing in front of her hospital bed.

“Is that...?” Zara began, but her words were cut off by a sudden tear in the fabric of reality. The glow expanded, turning into a portal with a brilliant emerald hue. A figure appeared in the middle and stepped into the room.

“You’re late, Aritimi,” Margaret scolded.

Zara’s eyes were glued to the newcomer. She was nearly a head taller than Zara, with a lean, athletic build. She had a deep brown skin tone with a matching eye color. Her jet-black hair was braided into an intricate pattern that fell to her mid-back. She was barefoot and wore a tight-fitting black jumpsuit with green accents. The material seemed like a second layer of skin, highlighting every muscular curve and sinew.

“Aritimi?” Zara gasped. “You caught Fifi ... I mean, the Flesh Fiend.”

“Yes, that was me, though it wasn’t some big, epic fight. She surrendered quickly,” Aritimi replied with a slightly noticeable accent as the green portal closed behind her. Her facial features were delicate yet strong as if they belonged to a noble lady rather than a monster slayer.

“Wow! Did you open that portal?” Zara asked, awestruck.

“Yeah, that’s the power I gained from my experiments. I can create any type of portal I want. Look,” Aritimi said, and a small green circular portal opened between her and Zara. It then transformed into a purple rectangle, then into a red triangle, and finally into a large yellow square.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Zara,” Aritimi said as she perched on the corner of another hospital bed in front of Zara’s. “I wanted to see you before your encounter with the Flesh Fiend, but the council sent me to Europe to check on a Terror Troll population.”

“No, no, the pleasure is mine,” Zara exclaimed. “It’s an honor to meet someone like you. I hope I can achieve as much as you have.”

“Well, that’s why I wanted to meet you. The powers you may have gained from this experiment are potentially very strong. Do you have any idea why the Flesh Fiend chose you?” Aritimi asked.

“No. I asked her about it, and she almost said something, but when I pressed her, she refused to answer.”

“The council is still dumbfounded by the Flesh Fiend’s cooperativeness, but as the tests proved it, she indeed augmented you as she promised. And that’s why am I here. I came to help you awaken your dormant abilities,” Aritimi said.

“What do you mean by that?” Zara asked.

“The HSA asked me to help train the augmented hunters here in Crowsend. You can be one of my pupils if you manage to awaken your powers. That’s what I mean,” she responded.

“My God! This would be so great!” Zara exclaimed.

“That’s the spirit. Are you ready to fight some monsters?” Aritimi asked, standing up.

“Yes, there’s always some monster in the northern region of the city. What do you want me to fight?” Zara asked, standing up as well, still wearing her hospital gown.

“Oh, those average monsters are small fries. Let the amateurs and newbies deal with them. Let’s check what we got in the Crypt,” Aritimi suggested.

“The Crypt? You mean the prison where the HSA keeps the captured monsters?” Zara gave her a confused look.

“Yes.”

“But ... can we do that? The council won’t mind it?” Zara asked.

“Nope,” Aritimi replied, “Do you remember the reasons why the HSA imprisons some monsters instead of killing them? They often mention this in the training.”

“Yeah,” Zara nodded, “If a monster is immortal. If killing them is feasible but it would either require too much resources or just would cause too much collateral damage. And the third is when they are worth more alive than dead like being used for the experiments for the augmentations.”

“That’s an A-plus, Zara. Keeping them for training purposes is part of the experiments,” Aritimi replied.

“Oh, and what kind of creature I’d need to fight? When and where? There will be any time limit?” Zara asked half curious half excited.

“You’ll find it out ... now,’ Aritimi said, and in the next moment, Zara felt the ground disappear beneath her as the huntress opened a portal under her feet.

Zara landed butt-first on a thick mattress placed on the floor. The room was large and looked almost identical to what Fifi was held in. The mattress she landed on was placed on a large catwalk suspended high in the air, connecting two opposing walls. Aritimi herself landed on the mattress beside her soon as well.

“Is this a monster’s cell? I don’t see anyone here,” Zara said, looking down from the catwalk.

“No, this is just the training room. It would be risky to walk or teleport into the other monsters’ holding cells so I’ll bring them here and once we don’t need them, I’ll send them back into their cells,” Aritimi replied, standing up from the mattress. Zara stood up as well, then to Zara’s surprise, Aritimi began to unzip her jumpsuit and stepped out of it, revealing her bare, toned body.

“Why did you take off your clothes?” Zara gasped, looking at Aritimi’s naked form. The huntress’ skin was flawless with a beautiful brown coloration without any tan lines. Her breasts were two brown orbs, full and round, with dark areolas. She had a flat stomach, leading down to her long legs with her narrow, elegant ankles. Her pubic hair was almost completely shaved, except for a small patch of jet-black hair in the shape of a crescent moon.

“I always go in my birthday suit, whether it’s a real hunt or just training. It makes me feel more comfortable and natural. The hunters in ancient times also fought and trained naked,” she explained.

“O ... okay,” Zara stammered awkwardly, her eyes glued to Aritimi’s wide, dark areolas and erect nipples. “And ... um ... when we will start?”

“Now,” Aritimi answered with a smug smile and ripped off Zara’s hospital gown, she was naked underneath. Zara’s breasts bounced a little as they were freed from the material. They weren’t as big as Aritimi’s but they were quiet handfuls with pale pink nipples. She was eerily pale compared to Aritimi’s brown tone which was accented by her brown pubic hair even more.

“What are you doing?!” Zara protested but another portal opened below her. This time she landed on the concrete floor. She was in the same room but no longer on the catwalk.

“Hu hu hu hu!” Zara heard Aritimi’s accented laugh.

“You’re going to have a rough day Zara. I don’t care how long it will take, I’ll awaken your abilities no matter how,” Aritimi said with a sinister grin.

“Here’s your first opponent. A Grass Ghoul,” the huntress announced as a green rectangular portal opened near Zara and a vaguely humanoid creature entered the room through it.

It looked like a decomposing corpse with various long blades of grass sprouting from its flesh like thick green fur. Zara was instinctively struck into her battle pose when she noticed the monster. The monster walked closer, the blades of grass slashing the air as it approached Zara.

“Come on, show me what you got,” Aritimi shouted from the catwalk.

Zara took a deep breath and charged at the Grass Ghoul, her muscles flexing with anticipation. Her first blow was swift and fierce, aiming for the creature’s head, but the blades of grass grew longer, moving like serpents, and wrapped around her wrist, halting her attack.

“Oh, did you forget that Grass Ghouls can use their grass as tentacles? Amateur mistake! Hu hu hu hu!” Aritimi chuckled.

The grass tentacles forced Zara’s hands behind her back and tied them to each other tightly. Zara tried to protest with a kick but her legs were wrapped by the green appendages as well forcing her knees to be closed but her thighs to be open wide. The fight barely started a few seconds ago and she was already immobilized by her opponent.

“Okay, Aritimi. I lost this fight, now send this monster back to its cell,” Zara said, looking up at the catwalk.

“No no no! It’s not going to be that easy,” came Aritimi’s reply with another smug grin.

The Grass Ghoul hoisted Zara up in the air with its grass blade tentacles then to Zara’s horror, she noticed the monster’s cock growing hard and large. It was thick, green, and slimy. It was clear what it intended to do.

“No no no no no!” Zara pleaded as the creature’s member hovered closer to her exposed pussy.

“Awaken your powers or get fucked,” Aritimi said, her voice echoing in the chamber, a hint of amusement in her tone.

The Grass Ghoul began to rub its engorged cock against Zara’s labia, leaving a trail of slimy residue. She squirmed and thrashed in the air, but the tentacles held her firmly in place with a surprising strength.

“Aritimi!” Zara yelled as the monster’s member slipped inside her folds.

“I told you that you are going to have a rough day!” Aritimi called out from the catwalk.

The monster’s cock slipped in completely with ease, stretching Zara’s tight pussy to its limits. She screamed, her eyes watering with the pain of being impaled by the monster’s flesh.

It began to thrust in and out of her, the slimy sensation making her stomach churn. But suddenly another weird feeling began to form. It was ... pleasure? Yes, her body betrayed her, and pleasure began building up as the monster fucked her with its slimy cock. She felt her pussy tightening around it and her hips moving with it, trying to find the best angle.

“Well well well, looks like someone got comfortable,” Aritimi sneered, looking at Zara.

Zara got closer to her orgasm with each second, the pain morphing into pleasure as the Grass Ghoul’s thrusts grew stronger. She gritted her teeth, trying to resist the feeling of betrayal from her own body but it was too late. The waves of pleasure began to flood her body. She screamed as she climaxed, the sound echoing through the chamber.

The monster kept thrusting into her, uninterrupted by Zara’s climax. The sensation came back a little bit later.

“Aritimi! Please!” Zara panted as her second orgasm was building up but her plead found deaf ears. In the next minute, she climaxed again.