Hunter's Harem by Imouto Kitten

Chapter 1: This must be a Dream

As the hunter trekked through the forest to check if anything had been 
caught in the traps he had laid out, a familiar whimpering catches his 
ears, and thinking he caught a fox, excitement fills him as he moves 
through the underbrush towards the nearest trap.

However, as he reaches the spot the whimpering is coming from, he's 
shocked to find not a wounded animal, but a naked girl who looks to be no 
older than about eight or ten.

"Oh fuck!" cries the man, forgetting he's trying to be quiet as his hand 
shoots for the portable first aid kit on his belt.

However, as he releases the trap and gingerly takes hold of the ankle that 
had been trapped within, he starts to notice the girl's unusual features.

A young girl being this deep in the woods is unusual enough, especially 
with her being completely naked, but the head of tousled tresses that draw 
his attention are the same shade of orange he's come to know from the fox 
peltes he trades for supplies whenever he goes into town, and it doesn't 
take long for him to notice that instead of rounded, fleshy ears on the 
side of her head, pointed, furry ears stick up through that fiery mane, 
and one of the bushiest fox tailes he's ever seen emerges right above the 
cleft of her cute little rump... and if he's honest with himself, her butt 
isn't the only cute thing about the injured girl lying before him... and 
upon further inspection, he found the foot he was holding appeared to be 
digitigrade and was covered in white fur just a bit paler than the girl's 
skin.

He had heard local legends that these woods were home to creatures part 
human, part animal, but had dismissed them as superstition on par with Big 
Foot or the Lochness Monster, and a big part of why he chose to live out 
in the woods was because his preference in women veered towards girls like 
the one who had gotten caught in his trap and he feared losing control and 
harming a little girl without meaning to.

Half-convinced he must be having a fever dream from eating some 
misidentified berries or improperly cooked meat, but deciding no point 
being nasty to a cute girl even if she's a hallucination, he examines the 
injured foot, or he supposes paw, before spraying the cuts made by the 
trap with disinfectant, making the girl let out a hiss and lift her head 
to stare at him, as if finally noticing she's no longer alone, revealing 
the eyes of a fox, not a human.

Caressing her thigh, he says soothingly, "It's okay, I'm trying to help." 
before resuming his ministrations. He doesn't think the ankle broken, but 
applies a small splint just in case and wraps the injured paw with a roll 
of gauze.

Done dressing the injury, he gives her a smile, awkward from lack of 
practice as he declares, "There, I hope that feels better."

"It...it does," replies the girl, timidly speaking for the first time 
barely above a whisper, "Th-thank you." With that, she tries to stand, but 
as soon as she puts weight on her injured ankle, she lets out a yelp of 
pain and starts to tumble, the man reflexively reaching out his arms to 
catch her and cradle her to his chest the only thing preventing her from 
landing in the dirt once more.

"Ow, that hurt!" declares the girl with a whimper as the warmth of her 
lithe body seeps through his hunting shirt.

"I don't think you'll be walking on your own for some time."