Chapter 202: Skinwalker?

Almara rose out of the river as a mermaid, swam out of the waters, and didn’t bother turning into a human.

Shapeshifting into a human had certain disadvantages. It came hand-to-hand with anxiety, somehow, and the said anxiety mostly circled around the issue of walking around naked. She’d get this immense urge to cover her privates, even if other humans weren’t there to watch her. It was odd, but it was how it worked.

Almara didn’t suffer such issues when she was a mermaid, because even though she was technically naked in that form as well, she’d grow an extra thick layer of scales which cover her privates perfectly.

In this particular case, there was no benefit in shifting into a human, because she wanted to chase after the dinosaur tamer, who was already several miles ahead of her now. She couldn’t ever catch up to the tamer on foot, so after she dragged her body out of the water, she shifted into something more practical, and useful, like a flying reptile.

Specifically, she shifted into her own version of a Pterodactylus Antiquus, which was more than twice the size of the common species. The biggest size her magical abilities allowed her to muster in terms of flying reptiles.

As she spread her dependable wingspan of five meters, or a bit over sixteen feet, she hit the sky shortly after. She flapped her wings so as to become airborne, and then started gliding towards the large Fatt-neck, or otherwise known as an Argentinousaurus, that she saw trotting away several miles from her.

Weighing at roughly twenty-five kilos, or fifty-five pounds, her hollow bones allowed fast acceleration, so two minutes in she flew faster than the Argentinousaurs walked. She caught up roughly twenty minutes later, and flew in front of the group, landing tens of meters ahead.

Within twenty seconds, she shapeshifted into a human. She didn’t know how receptive the dinosaur riding people were going to be towards another human, especially one that simply popped up in front of them in the middle of the grasslands, but she was hoping that they’d be less hostile towards a simple-looking, naked, dark-haired woman. Hair color didn’t matter much here, but she was simply hoping to use her feminine charm to tamper with the common, delicate human senses that she was aware of.

Almara used one hand to cover her body as best as she could, and used her other hand to wave at the dinosaur riding humans, shouting for their attention.

“Don’t run me over!” She yelled out. “I need your help, tamer!”

From a distance, Jimmy watched her flailing around from the top of Gutaxun’s back, and from his perspective, he gathered plenty of reasons to freak out. He saw her land, and as he squinted to have a better look, he saw a blurry show of her shapeshifting into a human, and now, he was naturally beyond cautious as he approached.

“What is she? A Jurassic skinwalker?” He muttered, recalling the popular horrific tales from back on Earth. “Never heard of skinwalkers using their bare titties to lure in victims.”

During the following minute, Rampage walked straight past the ’skinwalker’ because he was simply too big to see her, or even care to slow down, really. He kept heading towards the rocky mountain, and only slowed down after Zik asked him too through a series of pinches, or commands.

Zik had initially heard the hollers of the odd woman. He was curious, and when he saw that Jimmy was approaching the woman, he was prompted to do the same. He had been curious, but now he was paranoid, because his gut was yelling at him, telling him that this was some sort of elaborate trap from some random enemy tribe. He even risked it, and climbed down from Rampage, approaching the woman with a spear in his hands.

Jimmy didn’t hop off of Gutaxun. He was paranoid too, for one thing, and also, Eni didn’t let him.

She was the first to initiate contact with the shapeshifter. She was alert, ready to beam at full speed in case she sensed an attack coming.

“What are you doing out here butt-naked, sweetie?” She asked, from the top of Gutaxun’s back. “Are you lost?”

“No, I am not lost.” The shapeshifter, otherwise known as Almara, answered, and then added. “Which one of you is the dinosaur tamer? My people really need your help.”

“Help?” Jimmy repeated. “Where did you come from? The west hills are pretty far from here, but, if you come from there, you should know that asking us for help is a bad idea.”

“West hills?” Almara repeated. “No… I don’t know what that is. I come from underground, from a place we call Tum-Tae-Tos. We’re having trouble with Fatt-necks such as yours, and we could use your help taming them, so they’ll stay away from our lake. Please help us, if you’re the tamer… I promise, we won’t take much of your tame.”

Almara had calmed down a little bit, so she was as coherent as she could be, but nevertheless, she threw a lot at them, at people she didn’t even know.

Jimmy was greatly confused. He was fully waiting to be attacked, and he still believed that to be the case, but he couldn’t figure out how this woman, this stranger, built up such an elaborate lie. It didn’t make sense to him.

For that matter, he had to dumb things down for himself. He started with simple questions.

“So what are you?” He asked, “I saw you change into a human a moment ago. You must know how weird that looks to us.”

“Our Chief says that we’re Soft Shells,” Almara answered. “I never understood the name, since we rarely shift into crabs, but that’s what we’re called. We can change our bodies into nearly whatever we want.”

Almara knew that these people were going to have a hard time trusting her, she was aware, but she didn’t expect them to be this scared. She felt a cold stone spear pressing against her bare back, which helped her understand how serious the situation was. Her feminine charms weren’t working as well as she had expected them to.

Her charms would’ve helped if Jimmy or Zik were virgins, for example, but Zik had his fair share of intercourse these days, and even though Almara didn’t know, Jimmy was seven inches deep in Eni’s vagina right now. They’ve been warming up with some kinky stuff, he had been fucking her slowly, silently, up until they were interrupted.

Eni really wanted children, so this had been her idea. She sat in front of him, taking his loving, slow thrusts, but as of now, Jimmy was rock hard with his dick stuck in her pussy.

Lacking all focus, he doubled down on his previous question, “So you’re a shapeshifter, basically? You shift your shape.”

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