Kinktober # 4 - Spitroasting
There was a bit of relief when I looked at today’s list. Because I knew it would not go wrong.
Checking in to the planet, I got myself knives, bows and arrows and stalked through the forests. The animals living here became rather skittish, by now. I liked the challenge.
Carefully treading through the blue spikes, making sure not to rattle them… it was fun, using one’s body for an actual hunt.
The prey was taken care of fast enough, slitting open it’s poison-sack and throwing out the brain, it was easy to get the meat cut off.
And then I had to go through the whole process of cutting of head and removing any semblance of a living creature. And that on site. Because Matia didn’t like it.
With a shake of my head, I trotted back to the hunting station, returned the equipment. And they were kind enough to get me a metal rod. Easy to spike the meat on it. Done!
When I found Matia, she petted a seven eyed Gnarch. Most people could not stand being around it, considering its telepathic capabilities, but apparently… that was another thing humans were simply immune to.
“Mazin! They actually tell you where they want to be pet!” She said. Completely unperturbed.
I stared for a little, then I shrugged and stayed far away from the monsters: “I got us dinner!”
“Really?” She turned around picked up the Gnarch “Ooooh! A roast!”
I pointed with the roast (including the metal rod) at her, arm outstretched: “Put down the Gnarch. And the yes. Spitroast for us”
I waited until she put it down and ruffled the crown of its head one last time, then took it away. She followed, then.
And I made a fire, placing the roast up on two branches (Matia used the hammer to ram them in the earth, gleefully. Whatever makes her happy, I suppose) and slowly started turning the meat.
“… what… what does your species think of ‘vanilla’?” I was glad her language had a word for it, at least.
“Oh! Delicious! Did you find some in the spice shop? We might be able to put some in the cakes you bake!” She looked delighted, saying that.
Why did I even question that humans eat just about anything. Poisonous sack was no problem, then.
I shook my head while turning. And she got antsy after about ten minutes, poking the roast: “Is… is it done soon?”
“It’ll still take some time. We got a little time to talk. So… why… exactly do you not want the roast to look like an animal?” She did not even meet the creature before.
“Well. It. It suffered when it died!” She offered, concerned.
“I can assure you it did not, they have no pain receptors” They regenerate very fast, a warning system is not necessary.
“But still! It was a living being!”
“Yes, it… was. It still was now, though. There’s no change” It did not make sense.
“… well… at least I don’t have to look at its eyes”
It didn’t even have eyes. But I supposed that wasn’t the point. I frowned: “Are you… are you packbonding with… with dead animals?”
“I’m just feeling sorry for them! They were alive!”
“So were the bacteria in the water you drink?” It did not make much sense.
“That’s different”
I did not see how. At all. But so it was.
“Is it done soon?” She poked it again.
I laughed: “It still takes a while”
In the end, she ate the meat. Happily. And commented on a hint of vanilla. And then happily rolled up and slept in the blanket-nest she built on our ship. I joined her soon after.
Smiles. Happiness. No procreation. Exhaustion and sleep in the end. I did well! As expected!
