Thanks to my reviewers, this is kind of like early credits hahahahahaha all I need is music

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Muwahaha, my Pred is gunna be quite unpredictable for Luma and her for him, a funny story to be sure

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Ah, yes, the fangirl's greatest dream...one can hope to be abducted, lol

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Here's the next, lol

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Hmmmmm, screwed...idea for next chapter!

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Ahh yes, she shall be in much trouble soon, muwahehehe

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I'm deeply pleased this gave you such a big laugh, hope you enjoy this chapter

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Haha, now see what torments are in store for out dear Pred an Luma

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Hahaha, Luma's a heavy sleeper, an thank you for the compliments

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Nothing is worth having if you don't give chase first lol, and yeah, most likely, running would be sooooo auto hahaha

-WARNING-

Cussing

Also, I altered his height, nine feet is just a wee bit to much, believe me I measured it…

I Dare You

By, Sonsasu

Chapter Three

If You Don’t Know It

After we left the penthouse, he walked to his cloaked ship on the beach

We didn’t exactly get along

I kicked him in the shin once he put me down and then got a semi spanking

He made sure I knew he was the boss after dumping me in his room…

The jackass…

Staring at the foreign glowing shapes of crimson, I sighed softly, without the knowledge his clock would confirm nothing. Because of those ever-flashing illuminations, the glow had dragged me from a troubled rest. Now here I am, lounging within the confines of an immense bed, limbs outspread as though making a snow angel, while I finger the thick but comfortable pelt beneath me, trying to surpass boredom. Reclining above my head, tied with a long thick rope of unknown material, leading from wrist to bedpost, was my arm, held securely in the coils of a black knot. Complements of me trying to escape, kicking him in the ass, and yelling…

“This is so messed up…”

Angrily I yanked my wrist, unfortunately, the sudden motion served merely to remind me of how much abuse it had suffered from earlier…in other words I have been tugging at it for a while… Another urge, one that would have absolutely zero indulgence in, was to scream, kick and thrash like a petulant child, oh yes it tempted me, but I’m twenty years old…I am not going to act like that… Anyway, it would only give me a headache and make my throat sore, so unless something could be beneficial, it possessed no interest. Glancing at the fur, I ceased petting it, as a question renewed itself, from what hellish creature had this originated? In the dimly lit darkness, I could tell the coloring was of a gray wolf, but the sheer magnitude was impossible…it would have to be at least fourteen or fifteen feet in length, and the sheer body mass…

No, I wouldn’t wish such an encounter with this animal on anyone…well…possibly one alien.

Speaking of extraterrestrials…where was my so-called Master…and I say that word with sarcasm I hope you know… Sighing yet again, I brushed a hand over bare breasts, ugly Twitch-Face could have at least left me with some clothing… Shifting, I grimaced as the fur tickled my ribs and hind-end, oh great…now I have fuzz wedgie…can this day get any better…? A hissing like water on molten steel made me jump, immediately sitting up, I watched from the bed across the room where a sliding door unsealed itself from the black wall, revealing the intimidating form of my…Master. Orange light from the hallway illuminated him from behind, casting his front in a shadowy hue, I saw him tilt his head to the side as clicks rolled like a card in a bike’s wheel spokes.

“Nope…looks like this day can get a whole lot better…again that was freaking sarcasm.”

He stepped inside and the door slid silently shut…cutting off the main light source, leaving us in partial darkness…the red glow from the clock sitting upon the bone made nightstand the only thing allowing me to see. However, it only stretched to the far corners of the bed, placing the rest of the room in a velvet curtain of ebony. Peering from side to side, I fought to locate his frame in the inky blackness, but there was no need to search for long…because he abruptly sat down beside me, the weight causing the bed to dip, thus making me slide and bump into his thigh…well lay on it more or less. Clenching my jaw and trying to ignore the stinging blush, I placed my free hand against his leg, striving to shove myself back to the other side. Alas, Master possessed other ideas.

He planted a warm palm on my naked waist, long fingers actually reaching to my other hip, except it was his talons keeping me immobile. Immediately I parted my lips to form a protest, and got something the size of an apple shoved in for my troubles… The loud swearing was comically muffled as I swatted at the strange object, obviously freaking out, and unwilling to even rest my tongue against the rounded surface. Rational thought went adios, as multiple images, each one worse then the next appeared, every single one concerned with what the hell was in my mouth. Finally managing to gather enough sense to un-sink my teeth, and yank it out with my free hand, I angrily chucked whatever it was at his head.

Yet like always, my aim was completely off, curving just two scant inches from the side of his broad face, flying away to make a loud wet splatter against what I prayed to be a wall… Some all-mighty hunter he was…such incredible reaction time, Twitch Face jerked back about two seconds too late after I threw the ball thingy. He briefly glanced behind him, and then with hip length dreadlocks flying, swung back around to glare down at me. His indignant roar left my ears ringing, while the once lax grip on my hip tightened until the tips of his nails threatened to break the skin. You know, some would call me a spineless coward, but when faced with a pissed off seven foot tall Predator, about to risk being gutted, and no taller then five feet four inches, you tell me you can play brave-heart in the harsh visage of these odds…

Therefore, perhaps my very pathetic whimper made him lower his bellowing to a simple displeased rumbling growl, and relent on the intense pressure of his grasp… Momentarily, I gave up resistance, choosing instead to let gravity cause me to slump on the firm rise of his thigh muscle, my sore wrist screaming from the abuse. “Note to self…don’t have Predator…yodel…sing opera…or country, just can’t see him in the hat… Oh God please no rap, bling would look ridiculous …but the baggy pants would look sexy…reggae might be ok…and he does have the hair for it…” Whilst my damned eardrums sang their torment in screeching falsettos, a slow realization struck me with enough force to down a raging bull elephant…

The location of two hands, one belonging to myself, and the other to Twitch Face…currently, without past conscious knowledge, I had allowed let my fingers to rest in his lap, against something I do not intend to explore… The second, belonging to none other than Sir Touché Feely, had traveled from my waist, now to my chest…palming certain sensitive globes… “Holy shi-…so not cool, I need an adult, I need an adult! And I need to cut back on watching Family Guy…” I yanked my hand off his danger zone, used the rope binding my extremely pained wrist, and pulled my ass all the way up to the very bedpost it was bound to, thankful that his nails had not nicked me in the sudden shifting.

The Predator did not seem highly upset or anything, in fact, I would bet twenty bucks that he was grinning, amused at my reactions…the pervert. Practically glued to where I sat, my evil-eye-glare did not even faze him, his lone reply, a short snort and the shake of his head. I watched as he bent over the edge of the bed, oh how I was temped to shove a foot on his backside and make him topple onto the misty floor… However, I felt that was more than pushing his patience and good will… Then again, I never have been one for self-control…

Just as my foot was about to connect with his tipped backside, he chose at that very second to sit back up, a large round item cradled to his gigantic chest. Like a recoiling measuring tape, my leg shot back under me, pretending as if absolutely nada was out of the ordinary. The Predator turned and sat a bowl in the middle of the bed, filled to the brim with shapes akin to prunes, apples, pears, oranges, and baseball sized grapes. Blinking in the dim red light, I arched an eyebrow, “what’s with the…hey what are you doing…?” Twitch Face leaned toward me, and instantly I thought I was in trouble for whatever reason, I scooted further back.

Nope, all he did was reach over and with one wicked nail, sliced through the thick rope binding me. Once the internal surprise faded, a sigh of utter bliss escaped me, removing the coils I put them aside. Before I could tend to the reddened flesh, the same hand that had freed me circled around my wrist, shackling me in an unbreakable grip. Yeah, I tensed again for the worst, only to hear a purr strangely similar to, “aww,” in a very deep rumbled version, his thumb gently stroking back and forth over the tender area. “This dude is bi-polar or something…one minute pissed…the next all soft and cooing…”

He lightly tugged my arm, snapping a wondering attention span back to present, it was not hard enough to provoke movement or hurt, but as a suggestion. I accepted, duh, mainly out of the concern of him pulling any harder if I refused. Clenching my jaw, I folded an arm over my exposed chest, behaving as if nothing could embarrass me so long as I was partly covered. Using his hand as a balancer, I half waddled, half tight legged walked on my knees to where he sat, avoiding tipping the bowl.

Flopping down, I tucked my knees slightly to the side, hiding my girly goodies from main sight. I frowned when he did not instantly release my hand, instead, he reached to his right hip, retrieving…weird towels. He held them in front of my face, and two ideas popped up, first being, they were oversized brown napkins, number two, something that I was honestly enthusiastic for… “Oh thank you God,” a deep brown loincloth and a chest…err cloth, strap, hey when you are out of options…you go for what is there… I removed my arm to happily snag the offerings, but seeing as it would be kind of difficult to put them on with only one hand, I wiggled my fingers against his palm.

He did not get the idea at first, all Twitch Face did was cock his head to the side, and playfully squeeze the moving digits in response. Mildly annoyed, but more amused, I started to unfold the clothing, attempting to put them on… He got the earlier meaning. With little to zero encumbering me, I went to put them on, unfortunately, modesty reared its ugly, irritating, damn head. He was staring without blinking, it was a wee bit creepy…shifting the clothes to cover my chest and drape slightly over my crotch, I gave him the look.

Blockhead kept staring.

“Could you give me a little room…you know…look at something else…?” He blinked a single time, and then glued his gaze to the apex of my legs. Mandibles twitching in what I assumed to be mirth, the dirty-lecher-smartass…started to purr… Taking a deep breath to the point my cheeks puffed out, I released it in a long sigh, “p-p-p-leeee-ase…?” The way that lone word came free, you would think I was choking on it.

Apparently, that is exactly what the bastard wanted to hear, because he suddenly found an incredible interest in the bowl, snagging a few of the alien fruits, ignoring me completely.

“Note to self, find gizzards and carrots, then shove them up his ass when he’s sleeping… forget the lotion.” Seeing, as this was not going to get any better, I shoved my fluffy self into the clothing, yes, I said fluffy but it is the healthy one, I got meat on my bones. Expecting the thick leather to be skin tight, I discovered it was somewhat stretchy, like spandex! Practically giddy with the way they felt, I arranged them to comfort. The chest cloth, I may as well say it, was just a cooler version for a jogging bra, and the loincloth, a mid thigh skirt split at the sides to part all the way to the hips.

An unyielding band kept them from sliding off, and almost like a second skin, panties were sewn in to cover my behind and girly who-ha. Running my fingertips over the material, I lifted the front flap and back, using my thumb and forefinger to pinch the garment, I wondered, what kind of leather was this? Curiosity unsatisfied, I twisted this way and that, testing if the Amazon jogging bra would keep the kiddies in place, yup, they did not even budge by an inch. Shoot, if I could figure out this thing and recreate it, or where to get it, I would be a millionaire, sport players would love this! Best of all, it was not compressing, and unlike some Earth bras, it allowed me to remain with my natural shape.

Life is kind of looking up.

Peeking at my captor still munching happily on the fruits, I tilted my head to the side. He glanced from the corner of his eye, and in the wane red light, I could tell his iris was scarlet, lined with a darker yellow dusting its edges. For a moment his gaze drifted over me, taking in the sight I presented, it gained me a nod and a faint purr…pervert. With him leaning against massive pillows, stitched together pelts stuffed with something soft, I determined it would be fair to look him over too. Girls are just as perverted…if not more.

Sadly without the mask or darkness to cloak him, he looked nothing like Scar, you know the reddish Yautja from Predator 2? That is so him, to the very point it was scary. Where Twitch Face from the movies looked short, had an oversized head, and small limbs, this one was seven feet tall. From where I was sitting, his arms and legs were long, wrapped in lean wiry cords of pure muscle, shoot, football players looked tiny…and that toned torso, drooling is a high possibility. His tummy alone deserved a frigging prize, he did not have a six-pack…he had an eight-pack!

Oh, and from personal experience, via my unwanted ride, his skin is baby soft, do not ask, I have no clue, he must use good oil or something… Hip length black dreads, common to his race I guess, trailed over his shoulders and onto the bed, each set with a single white clasp, a few mouse sized skulls tied on them too. A craving to tangle my fingers around them nearly overcame me, yet I managed to fight it…barely. Another thought, well image, completely perverted to the bone, appeared out of nowhere, it made me grin at first…but when I realized its naughty direction…I forced it to a screeching halt. Cheeks scorching, I looked away.

“He can’t read my mind…he’s not a Hish-Qu-Ten…” A sharp sniffing made me grimace, “of course…” Clearing my throat, I gestured to the bowl, hoping to use it as a distraction, “so is that just for you?” Twitch Face paused in his sniffing, and…I did not exactly like the look on his face… He shook his head slightly, and blinked a few times, before reaching into the bowl and picking one of those baseball-sized grapes.

Blockhead turned, facing me, lower mandibles rubbing together almost deviously, held immobile by impalement upon his forefinger talon, the large fruit beckoned. Doubtfully I stared at it, the blackish gleam of its skin seeming more like a giant blueberry… Smiling crookedly, I lifted my hand, palm facing upward, placing the surprisingly heavy piece into gently curled fingers he clicked softly. Squeezing the mega grape, there was little yield beyond the cold flesh, so I brought it to my nose, scentless. Wearily I stroked a thumb back and forth on the oddly hard surface, would I chip a tooth if I bit into this?

Carefully I set my teeth on it, adding pressure until it surrendered itself as a small chunk, surprising me to no end with a chewy inside. “Mmmm!” My delighted squeal and wiggle on the bed made the Predator chuckle, which sounded like a horse choking… It tasted like a combination between white grapes and peaches! I did not hesitate in devouring the rest of my yummy, core and all...

There was little to no juice, so I did not have a mess covering my fingers…or boobs. Eyeing the bowl, I peered up at the Yautja, who sat relaxed, upper mandibles curled into a smug grin. He knew what I wanted, and instead of making me beg, he nudged the delectable assortments toward me. Perhaps he was not as evil as I had believed… Anyway, I think life is looking up!

“Thanks.”

Okay so first impressions are not always great

Nevertheless, with food as good as this, who could resist?

Between him and me, we finished the entire bowl off

He ate the rest of everything

I stuck with the grape four things, duh

Yet…I have a foreboding sense something unpleasant is going to happen…soon

Lying back on the bed with a contented sigh of bliss, heavy eyelids fluttered shut. Those delicious mega treats had left me with a poked belly, a crooked grin that split my face nearly in half, and the urge to sleep for an entire year. A loud rustling beside me caused an eye to crack open, I watched the Yautja rise with his bowl, walking away, placing it somewhere in the darkness. He reappeared once again, crawling onto the bed, making it dip, assuming he would remain upon his side I shut my eye. Wrong again…the bastard.

He tossed a muscled arm over my waist, tugging me right against his godly hard chest, shit…guess where my hand is at, well trapped. “This is not happening…nope…this is a really funky dream…so when I wake up I’ll be back at home. In usual misery because my friends like to torture me with salads…fat free chocolate cake…oh god…what did I do to deserve this…I need a Hershey bar…” My random whimpering thoughts gained a rude interruption when Twitch Face decided he wanted to cuddle…his loud rumbling purring creating vibrations throughout his body…and mine.

Perhaps it was the rise and fall of tempo that began to lull me into a partial daze. Like listening to a low humming radiating from his chest, I nuzzled closer. On the other hand, it could be his warm breath lightly moving over the crown of my head, an occasional brush of lower mandibles like thoughtless caresses. Whatever it was, it was rather nice. Until…an unpleasant grumbling rattled in the center of my stomach, too faint to hear, but strong enough to open my eyes and create a frown.

It passed, and I took it as nothing more then food digesting. Dear God…I never learn do I? It came back, louder this time, and with a mild discomfort. Indigestion…maybe, I had not taken off the clothes…for obvious reasons, Mr. Wondering Feely Fingers. Again, it passed…but now I was wide-awake, wondering if I needed to fart or something…

The once faint grumbling came back with a vengeance, snarling loud enough that it made Twitch Face stir, thus, I planted a hand over my stomach, hoping to shut it up. Apparently, I made it worse… A fervent hot sinking feeling was my first warning, and then to top it off, the next snarl came with a message…“hey…dumbass, ignore me huh? You got fifteen seconds to find a bathroom.” Well to say the least I sat right up in bed, the thick arm slipping to the tops of my thighs, as nature screams hello…and she is in a bitchy mood.

I seized his arm and gave it a violent shake, “where’s your bathroom!” My pleading look was lost on the half sleep Predator, so I did the only thing a highly desperate girl can do… Grabbing his lower mandibles, I gave them a quick wiggle, I do not think he enjoyed the wake up call…“you got fourteen seconds.” “Please where the heck is the frigging bathroom!” At this point, I was on my knees, hopping and doing the tight leg thing, trying to hold back the inevitable doom.

Twitch Face roared at me, not as loud when I tossed food at him, but more like saying, “get off my face.” I let go, hunching over with my arms crisscrossing my belly, “bathroom, bathroom, bathroom!” I chanted. The arm that was once resting on my thighs lifted, rubbing across his eyes, no hurry on his part… “Damnit I hope you know I’m not paper trained!”

“You got thirteen seconds.”

“Shut up!”

I whimpered aloud as another heated spasm twisted inside my stomach, beyond caring about pride, I needed to go! Blockhead grunted, the same hand passing over his forehead before getting up. My mouth fell slack as I watched him disappear, that son of a- Orange light abruptly flooded the room, glowing along walls just below a high set ceiling, rune like designs acting as nightlights… “You got twelve seconds…” An annoyed clicking jerked my head to the left, standing near a strange looking panel, Twitch Face gave me a dirty you woke me up look.

“Eleven seconds dumb-”

“Shut it!”

I could overlook the glare, but as I was beginning to consider how tightly clenched my butt cheeks were, he pressed what I think was a button… Another one of those hidden sliding doors flew upward, concealing itself in a smooth motion. “B-eeee-th-rrrrrrr-uuuuum…” “Note to self, have him say difficult words to make fun of his speech difficulty later… Another note, stop talking to my sel…”

“Ten seconds.”

“Why do I bother…?”

Relief flooded my body in rolling waves, if Twitch Face had a backside, a sexy rounded one, then he required a bathroom too… Scrambling to the bed’s side, I swiveled around so my knees remained balanced on its edge. Expecting a simple human sized drop, I underestimated the fall and landing… Turns out it was Predator sized…who would have guessed… My ass made an agonizing smack on the frigid metal floor, because I just discovered, I am not very graceful person...

Oh, I had tears forming it stung so much, an eyelid twitching, while gritting my teeth, ignoring the awkward sprawl of my limbs in the heavy mists. Moreover, I forgot all about needing to go potty… When the sting finally abated, I became aware of two things, one, Blockhead had doubled over laughing, clutching at the wall to keep from winding up on the floor, and number two, the countdown…was now six seconds… Gasping with dread, I shot up to my knees then feet, squeezing sore butt cheeks together in a tight leg hobble. Hurriedly passing the still guffawing Yautja, I wished I needed to fart or something; his face was perfectly level for it…

As soon as I was beyond the door, a hissing announced it was no longer open. The spacious square room before me was as barren as a desert, overhead invisible lights filtered down from the same high ceiling structure, casting the room in an azure hue. With just a few swift steps, I noticed how icy cold the floor was, and since there was no mist here, the ground looked like rough grayish stone, felt like it too… Not glancing back, I automatically followed along the right wall, skirt already pulled to mid thigh. Where a curving alcove rose near the end as another wall began, you would think the toilet would be there…nope, guess what I found…a nightmare.

For those of you who have studied the Middle Ages, have you ever seen their idea of bathrooms? Well I am looking at a futuristic version of one. A steel three-foot ledge with a frigging deep hollow the size of a basketball placed in it… “You’ve got to be kidding me…the most advanced, ass kicking powerful race in the galaxy…uses a damn port-a-potty for a… I repeat…what did I do to deserve this…?”

“Time’s up…”

Hind-end locking up, I did a spinning-leap across two feet with an accuracy that would have turned Super Man green with envy. My bootie slam hit the hole perfectly, nearly fell in too…I’m not that wide… The timing, thank God could not be better, one second less and I would have suffered…so to speak.

Blast off!

For the cha-cha diarrhea that shot out, I doubt NASA rocket launches are this loud or fast… I groaned in misery, it was as if someone had loaded me up with coco lax, prunes and apples…mix all that together with the hottest chili peppers known to man… Gasping through my mouth, I knew why so many authors avoided writing these kinds of scenes, how could they torture their beloved characters with waves of uncontrollable shitting…? I doubt Lord of the Rings fans could see Legolas with sudden diarrhea, running off in the midst of battling, seeking a bathroom…fleeing past his foes, not a hair out of place, yelling…“out of the way potty break!” That image made me snort, provoking a jet stream of thunderous farts to sound off…

Sucking a breath in through my nose, I gagged, snapped a hand over my mouth, and whimpered-screamed. Dear God oh mighty, what on earth had I eaten in the last few days?! The smell that assaulted my senses struck me like a sledgehammer, causing me to rock back on the cold metal toilet, nearly falling in for the second time… Rotten meat, sour milk, bad eggs, and acidy…stinky-ness, permeated the air like mustard gas… Trying to breathe using my mouth, I could taste the foul odor, dude…that is so not fair!

I held my breath, twisting on the uncomfortable seat less ring as more came out, was this ever going to take five? Hunching over my thighs, I fought to ignore the pain. Dear God…I now have a crispy fritter for an asshole, I just know it…I mean fire isn't even this hot! My backside has kissed the frigging sun, people! Every time I needed oxygen, I had to take halting suctions of it, waiting for the need to upchuck things to pass.

This is what I get for not obeying that number one rule when eating nameless foods, if you don’t know…don’t eat it… I bet Twitch Face knew this was going to happen too…

Oh well…as the famous Pinhead used to say…welcome to hell…

After thirty minutes went by, the fiery shitting stopped

Bliss was short lived because the smells and taste still lingered

Oh, and the walls weren’t sound proof, I heard snickers and snorts on the other side

Death would be too merciful for him

I wonder if castration is too harsh

Now…how to get out of here

Desperately straining to lean forward without shifting my butt off the seat, I peered left and right. “Where the hell is the toilet paper…? I mean, Predators do have to wipe, right? There’s no way I’m dripping dry…” Winching, I wished for something to sooth the pain eating away at my screeching derriere, well this canceled sitting for a few days…

Leaning forward, I risked a halfhearted peek along bare walls, nothi-what the fuck! The only way I could describe the sensation that brushed over my underside was like the burning sigh from a blowtorch… Yelping, and flying, quite literally, off the toilet from hell, I smacked my palms protectively upon now flushed cheeks upon landing. Turning and honestly glaring accusingly at the inanimate object, I gasped, then choked because of the smell, and yanked both hands free of said bootie. “Ewwww, poo on my…whoa…”

Wiggling clean fingers, I suppressed a freaked giggle, twisting as far as my body would allow, I tried locating the reason for my pristine digits. Nothing, only a red ring circled the area under suspicion, and…some long fuzz… I forgot to wax this week, get off my back… Waddling cautiously toward the toilet, compliments of the loincloth at mid thigh, I stood before it, “is it motion activated…?” Waving a hand just above the rim, no reaction, dropping a fraction lower, I repeated, zilch.

Shrugging, I withdrew, and in an instant felt that same hot wind rush over my skin, startling me enough to jerk back by a few steps. Fanning the uncomfortable heat, I decided this toilet was semi-evil, yet on another scale, good… The style of wiping, albeit a tad too blistering for a human posterior, was nature friendly, but best of all, my danger hole no longer stung. That alone was enough to make me crack a smile and sigh in content. Even though the ring imprint felt rather flushed from where I had sat on the throne for thirty minuets…and my legs were partly numb and tingling painfully…

Tugging the skirt back to my hips, I suddenly experienced an intense wave of bone weary fatigue, the kind that makes you pout, slouch, and need lots of cuddles. My stomach ached because it was empty, however, on an optimistic side; I most likely had lost sixteen pounds of poo… Slipping bare arms to cup my tummy, I ambled to the entrance, scarcely daring to breathe. It still stunk as if…all right there is no term in hell I can use to describe this funk…too tired. I stood in front of the door silently, no energy whatsoever animating my posture.

I tapped the hard bluish metal, “I want to come out…” Even the tone of my voice spoke volumes as to how I suffered internally right now. A sharp hissing accompanied the alloy blocking my freedom darting up, I stepped out and it immediately closed once I was sufficiently beyond the invisible sensors. Eyes and shoulders drooping, I could see where Twitch Face lounged on the bed, arms propping his head up on the pillows, legs crossed at the ankles. I shuffled onward, stopping only when the bed became an obstacle, I planted my chin and arms on the top, the damn thing was tall, it hit me at mid chest…and I’m standing…

I gazed up at Blockhead and he just glanced at me by tilting his head slightly, “I don’t feel good…” Okay, so I admit it, I put so much pout into that little sentence even I felt sorry for myself… Lucky for me, he bought the childish quality to my voice; he rose up and made another one of those rumbling “aww” sounds. Twitch Face crawled over the length of his bed, and the same way you would lift a fragile kitten, he leaned down, picked my wide-eyed ass up, and then cradled me like a baby… “Note to my frigging self, do not flatter or do puppy dog eyes again…ever…”

Somehow, with me still in his massive arms of steel, held to a concrete chest, we made it back to his original position. He rolled onto his side, set me beside him, facing his torso of Hercules, slid one of his arms under my head to act as a pillow, and the other slid to my back, keeping me squashed to him… “This isn’t happening…” Yawning deeply, I inhaled a strange musky scent, not a bad smell, but not a nice one if you get my meaning. Tantalizing warmth radiated from his body, reminding me of something that I had forgotten to mention earlier, his room, no…his entire ship was warm, rather humid too…

I love it!

Sighing in bliss, that little voice in the back of my head began to mutter its usual doubts, I decided it would be wisest to ignore the facts of reality… Playing the modest shy maiden would get me nowhere; yeah I know…curling up with him does go against better judgment, what could I do to fight back? Beg him not to do anything, oh yeah that would get me places, has that ever worked in real life, nooo, if he wanted something from me I was powerless to say nay to it… I already knew Twitch Face could snap me in two without thinking about it, so struggling against him would be a good laugh; he had to be a good four hundred pounds to my one hundred eighty. Go with the flow is the only safe thing to do right now, and this situation was not extremely bad…

My head was resting barely an inch beneath his lower mandibles; of course, he took full advantage of this, being cautious of the long spikes protruding at their bottoms, he ran them gently back and forth through my hair. This time it was my turn to purr, I adore hot temperatures, I was getting cuddles from a giant Predator, who when I was younger I had constantly fantasized about, this was a personal dream. Unfortunately, you always have to wake up and shatter said dream… A painful twitch in my tummy almost made me whimper, I did not want to leave this wonderful…oh thank God. Tilting my hips back, I released a soft sizzler fart, the kind that no one hears, and thought nothing of it, I was half-asleep…gimme a break…

Well, apparently Blockhead has an incredible sense of smell… For the way he stiffened up, you would think he were in the grips of rigor mortis. The arm that was so nice and comfortable under my cheek was suddenly gone, I mean like speed of light gone, I hit bare pillow fluff. Craning my head back, I glared at Twitch Face; he was looking down at me as if I was some deadly snake… All four mandibles tucked under his reddish spotted hand, I saw his chest expand then halt, and he jerked completely away from me.

I innocently sniffed the air, “what?”

Another halfhearted rise of his chest, but this time he fanned a hand in front of his face, his harsh visage twisting in a sickened grimace. “Oh come on…I smell like roses…” “Putrid roses, but roses none the less…” The Predator, I’m not kidding, he retched and shuddered, before rising from the bed. Looks like I got my revenge for earlier…oh shit.

“Uh…you may not want to go…too late…” He disappeared into the bathroom…maybe it had a fan to suck out the smell… The equivalence of an elephant slamming into the door made me jump a mile, most likely that had been his back encountering the metal… I heard frantic nails scratching on the other side, damn…was I that bad? As it unsealed itself from the floor, Twitch Face did not even wait for it to rise all the way; he honestly dropped to all fours…and scrambled out.

God, I wish I had a camera…

A seven-foot tall warrior, born and raised, a feared creature that can have limbs sawed off; pumped full of bullets, and hit on the head with giant logs…was brought to his knees because of a bowl movement… He would so be dead if he met my big momma… Watching as he gasped the misty air while fighting not to gag, he rose unsteadily to his feet, placing a hand to his head as if he was ready to faint… During his little down time, I had nonchalantly tooted a few more notes…adding to the already funky room. “Ssssllll-eeee-ppp a-llloooone!” I thought I was going to have to leave the room…nope.

He stomped to the hall entryway; hand now clamped over his mandibles, placed his free one over a panel, and promptly fled from the room once it opened...

Whoa

If this is all I had to do to get rid of him, well let’s just say he’s going to need that mask very often

For I have now found my personal defense mechanism!

Beware all who have the sense of smell

I…damn it…can’t stop farting now…

Eh, oh well…I’m going to sleep…I’ll think on all this later

To be continued…

Disclaimer-I do not own Predator

© 2007-I own my main character Luma and my Predator

…Sorry this took so long my dear beloved Fans, school and work kept me busy

Well I hope this chapter of 6,353 words has given you all a grand guffaw, maybe earned a review and perhaps new fans

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