/Advanced: Monster Hunter!/'s Short Greentexts (Part 4)
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An ongoing collection of the multitude of bite-sized shorts that creative anons have posted throughout the years. Some of these works have made the rounds in the form of screencaps, but are still included for the sake of consistency. Not exhaustive in the slightest.
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Anjanath
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{Vore}
>Friend was big before
>But Friend got small and never got big again
>Anja worried for Friend
>What if Friend get smaller and disappear
>But Friend is not worried so Anja not worried
>Friend is strong even if small
>When we play fight he win some times
>Anja fake lose when Friend is sad
>When Friend is sad he sing less
>Anja no understand when other friends sing
>But when Friend sing Anja understand
>Friend think Anja don't but Anja do
>Friend still sing to Anja though
>Anja love when Friend sing
>Friend sing about stone on arm one time
>Pretty shiny stone
>Friend sing stone is link between Anja and Friend
>Friend sing stone help Friend feel what Anja feel
>But Friend not know stone help Anja feel what Friend feel too
>Anja feel when Friend is happy
>Anja feel when Friend is hungry
>Anja feel when Friend is tired
>But when Anja yawn near Friend it make Friend feel tingly
>Good tingly
>Anja want Friend happy so Anja yawn a lot
>Lick too but yawn work more
>Want to feel more
>One day when sun low Anja pick up Friend in maw
>Friend confused and try to be angry but tingle feel GOOD
>Friend know Anja is careful and won't hurt
>Play with Friend in maw
>Friend feel tingle more when deeper in maw
>Friend struggle and sing loud but Anja know what he feel
>Tingle so intense Anja swallow Friend
>Friend reach belly, Anja shudder from Friend feelings
>Friend calm down but think belly stink
>Rude
>But Friend also happy
>Anja try stay still for comfort of Friend
>Will release Friend when moon up
Kulu-Ya-Ku
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>find a struggling wild Kulu hybrid girl out in the Ancient Forest
>terrible at getting her claws on eggs, always gets chased off or caught and thrashed for her troubles
>take her under your wing and teach her the fine art of egg running honed from your early years as a hunter
>with her strength returned from the eggs and your pointers, she becomes an egg-stealing champ
>wants to pay you back any way she can
>she ends up becoming your handler
>brings back eggs at a steady rate while you're out hunting
>some for her to eat, but mostly for being deposited in the delivery chest to serve as a steady income of village points for you
>she also becomes your gf, and eventual monster wife down the line, when the two of you inevitably hit it off
>she likes to joke that now it's HER eggs that you're after and you're going to have to get "creative" (in the bedroom) if you're going to pull a fast one over her
>the constant squawking of your Kulu kids scrabbling underfoot as they play keep-away with the egg plushie you got them serves as proof that this is one delivery you completed with flying colors
Kushala Daora
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i wonder what kind of flowers are Kushala's favorites.
I want Kushala to educate me on various flower types.
>the Kushala on the mountain has been rather withdrawn, the barrier that guards their nesting place is set up like an iron wall of wind
>people already keep their distance from elder dragons, and kushala are seen as the most antisocial of the bunch, and thus are given the widest of berths.
>what they dont see is that up there on the mountain is a beautiful botanical sanctuary that has an elder as its guardian.
>tons of uniquely rare flowers of every color flourish and grow under the careful watch of their steel protector
>despite this, there is only one person that they've willingly lowered the barrier for, you.
>through very long and careful negotiation, you've convinced them to let you help tend their garden. claws are great for tilling and weeding but might as well be a brick when trying to handle the more sensitive plants.
>and thats where you come in, trimming, watering and general care, making sure there isnt a pedal out of place.
>in the early days when you started, you could feel their petrifying glare on your back constantly, claws ready to strike you down if even the smallest of flowers showed signs of duress.
>but over time, you feel you've earned their trust, now they sit by your side, quiet, relaxed and completely enamored by your work.
>its a rare thing to be seeing an elder dragon being so calm given their nature, you can for sure feel this prized garden means a lot to them, and now you too by extension.
>as you finish up for the day, you wipe the dirt from your cheek with your dirty glove, only to be met with the cold lick from a rusty muzzle
>when you turn to face them you see that they've placed a beautiful blue & violet flower in front of you, almost like a reward.
>its an exceedingly rare dragon rose, only handed out to those who've earned the honor of being a lifelong friend to a monster.
>you're surprised to see that they are aware of such concepts, but you're very thankful either way, to both them and the garden you both built.
Legiana
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The most perfect, beautiful, amazing, loveable, prettiest wyvern out there. We will get married and spend our lives looking over coral highlands together as we take care of our many kids.
>It all comes down to this.
>Years of training in the Guild, years more of experience, your own in-born wits and senses…
>Your muscles coil, your whole body tenses up as it directs its strength into this one, vital manoeuvre.
“Hnngh!”
>”Skreek!”
>Ellie deftly leaps aside, her just-developed-enough wings carrying her further into the air as she clutches the empty konchu shell with one of her taloned feet.
>And once more, you are left with a mouthful of the dust and sand you’re not entirely sure isn’t the coral-like stuff found all about the Coral Highlands.
>”Kree-he-he-he-he!”
>And well she might laugh, with her konchu shell still secure and you having to pat yourself down.
>Gog but the young Legiana’s come along a lot; already you can pick out her mother’s particular patterning on her nascent wings, the scales are darkening to a nice blue, and you haven’t caught her in the last few days. She’s even started to gather together some hoar frost on her chest.
“Alright, alright, good job, Ellie.”
>”Awk-aw!”
>The sound of Lana calling out to you comes from the ridge just above where Ellie and the others have set up.
>You can spot those lovely yellow eyes peering down at you but more than that, the gold chain that runs along part of her crest glimmers in the sunlight that makes its way down here.
>She cocks her head at you and the chain jangles, ah but it’s the little flap of her wings, the way she does it that tells you they’re unoccupied, that has you turning back to Ellie.
“Hey, sweetheart, why don’t you go play with Tess and Erik?”
>Her head swivels over to her younger siblings and she lets out the most adorable chuff that says, ‘but I’m practically an adult now!’
>So what can you do? Except rub behind her little crest in the way that makes her coo and push up against your hand before she nuzzles your neck.
“I know, I know! So how about this: tomorrow, I’ll take you out to the training yard back in Seliana. I’ll even show you some of my old tricks!”
>Aha, she snaps her head back and gazes at you with eyes that nearly sparkle. What wonders a hunter could teach her, that she could show off to her friends!
>With excited flaps of her wings and shrill hooting, she makes her way off to her siblings and you’re left to rest easy, knowing your eldest will take good care of them.
>A familiar head pokes over the edge of the coral cliff as you begin to scale it; Lana never could take her eyes off you when it came to even the simplest physical exertion.
>Didn’t help that you weren’t wearing much today. Ellie could easily outmanoeuvre you in full armour but seeing her do it when you were in your training leather gear, made for speed?
>Damn but she’s making her old man proud.
>”Hooo~”
>The lovely Lana’s sure to greet you as you ascend the cliff, still settled on the blanket you’d put down for her.
>Blue and gold and white and orange, the patterns are vaguely patterned after a Legiana but more swirling than geometric. She’s not vain, not really, she just has a keen eye for aesthetics.
>Her cool breath washes over your face as she blows at you and it’s refreshing more than bothersome. It carries the scent of the spicy meat and vegetables you’d shared with her earlier, as well as something else.
>Something entirely hers.
“What? Seeing me running around and working up a sweat got you excited?”
>Ellie could almost talk to you and Erik and Tess were like overgrown kids, with the way the three could so easily understand you.
>It took Lana a little longer at first but she didn’t have the benefit of being raised with the language. Now, however…
>”Oo-ooo, chook!”
>She cocks her head along with that exclamation in a request for you to come closer.
>Which you do, why would you ever deny your wife anything?
> Her tail’s spade swishes back and forth with each step you take towards her and Lana lifts one large wing in a clear sign for you to take up no other place than right by her side.
>And she… looks just as beautiful as the first day you met her.
>You’ve come to learn that the wing markings on each Legiana are unique, sort of like snowflakes. Most hunters wouldn’t pay attention to such things but once you’ve spent enough time around them, you see the little differences.
>The way there’s a cross on one of the markings on the inside of her forelimbs, the little curls on the dark patterns on her crest, how the black diamond patterns on the backs of her wings look subtly more like stars…
>”Hrrmmm…”
>She puurs softly as her beak connects with the side of your head, shifting back an errant lock of your hair.
>And your hand comes up under her chin, eager to touch the soft, supple scales there. Happy to gently draw her a little down and to your front.
>Most people think Legiana are cold, and especially their beaks are cold.
>After all, it’s not like there’s much there to keep them warm.
>But it is.
>Just like the tip of her tongue that slides out once your lips shift down from the tip of her beak.
>The kiss is brief, however, and a result of the children’s calls still being audible up here.
>But that tongue… How it tastes of the herbs in the winter, all sweet and peppery and so, so like the other parts of her you know all the more intimately.
>Your own just barely grazes against the edge of one of her teeth and Lana gasps.
>Cool breath rushes past your face and the sound of her large wing pushing the air rushes by when she brings her wrist up to you.
>Her taloned feet scratch at the dusty ground and you grin.
“Okay, okay, I get the message. But let’s just watch the kids for a bit, okay?”
>Lana replies with something like a hiss and along with the swish of her tail that almost but not quite comes around to brush against you, you know this isn’t the end of it.
>But close to her, with the edge of one side of her crest just above your head, you walk with her back over to the blanket and lie down with her.
>And that wing is almost like a blanket over you when she brings it down but you know better than to say anything.
>She’ll act all innocent and pretend it’s just because you’ve told her so many times that you love when she does it.
>Lana does tuck her crest back, however, probably so that she can bring her head a little closer to yours as you settle down and gaze down at your children.
>It wasn’t unheard of, monsters and humans coupling and producing offspring.
>It wasn’t something you’d ever seen yourself doing.
>But the chain on her crest is proof that it’s something you’re glad you did.
>And the warmth that swells in your heart when you see Ellie pass the konchu shell to Erik and then lead him in ducking and weaving, that tells you it’s also the best decision you ever made.
>”Hoo-ooo~”
>”What?”
>You tilt your head a little and see that Lana’s been watching you instead, her yellow eyes wide and full of your prone form by her side.
“Oh no, don’t give me that! They’re right down there!”
>”Hooo~”
>She nuzzles into your neck, blowing a short, sharp blast of breath that makes you shiver and the hairs on your neck stand up.
”La-ha-na, I’m serious!”
>Her husky growl, her wrist sliding up your back, her tiny little nips to your neck, they all say she’s just as serious.
“We already have three, are you really telling me you want…”
>”Hrrmm,” she purrs again but leads into a clack of her beak and a brief trill.
>You twist about until you’re lying on your back and Lana’s wrist is resting on your chest. And your hand is upon it, fingers gently holding her.
>And you’re looking into those eyes.
>Those beautiful eyes that captivated you so long ago.
“Consider yourself lucky I love you so damn much,” you mutter.
>Lana just takes that as her cue to push her beak against your lips and slide her tongue between them.
>Once you’d shown her how humans kiss, she’d never been able to get enough of it.
>Combined with her awful penchant for playfulness and riling you up, you more than once were left red-faced and hastily making excuses to a friend or colleague when she was with you.
>You’ll get a friend to watch the kids, probably Kieren with his Nargacuga ‘companion’ whose gold bracelet was not fooling anyone. And especially not the cub.
>Tess absolutely loved playing with her and the two had become fast friends.
>Later, she and Erik and yes even Ellie would relish the chance to learn something new…
>But right now?
>Under the scintillating sunlight that filters down into this place, with its warmth on your wife who passes it to you with her love, with the chirping and trilling of your children in your ears, with the knowledge that soon it’ll be four and if Lana has anything to do with it, five, six, seven…
>There’s nowhere else you’d rather be.
>No one else you’d rather share your life with.
Lunastra
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>be hunter
>finally got approval from the guilds flight examiner
>I am now certified to fly guild approved airships
>been training years for this while paying a fortune just for the damn training
>thankfully those kulve hunts payed off in the end
>now that I can fly airships, my goal is to explore the entire world and experience true freedom
>after a long cart ride to the desert, I finally approach my first ever airship with my crew
>we do some weight calculations and had to throw some crates of unessecary cargo the handler hauled and begin takeoff preparations to set sail to somewhere new
>...
>after a few seconds of releasing the binds we noticed that quite literally nothing happened
>we redid our weight calculations and we are still barely in the envelope for normal flight operations
>and so we decided to recheck our takeoff conditions
>currently our current elevation is at 4500 feet with a pressure altitude of 27.00 HG resulting of a total field elevation of 6814 feet
>we decided to test the pressure altitude one more time
>turns out the goddamn PA is now reading at 24.69
>the goddamn field elevation has increased to a whopping 9219 feet and we were unable to takeoff because of that shit
>then we looked at the actual sky conditions
>heatwaves...
>fucking teostra or lunastra is causing a massive increase in temperature which has effectively decreased the airs density
>so me and my hunting buddy's suited up to take care of this mess
>Gog... weather was one thing but now we have fucking elder dragons fucking up our flight plans now
>we split up to look for any sign of the elder dragons and I end up finding some remains of blue hair scratched on the surface
>it was definitely a lunastra
>and apparently it was also following me
>my my little hunter said the lunastra in a very sensual tone
>it seems like that airship of yours could barely even lift off the ground
>I think I know a way that can both satisfy our needs
>gogdamnit... not again...
Malzeno
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What kind of sadistic monster do you have to be to baby-trap unsuspecting partners by pretending you're a male? For shame
>pretending you're a male?
>>pretending you're a male
>be you, Femzeno
>a pitiable Hunter approaches you
>be yourself, effeminate, domineering, carrying yourself with noble dignity
>fight
>Hunter can hold his own, feel something stirring inside you
>battle gets drawn out, start feeling intense admiration for this pest--no, challenger
>can no longer take it, his masculine scent of exertion and the intoxicating scent of your combined spilt blood fills your arena
>flop onto your back, present yourself to him
>watch with an approving smirk as he feels the same and tears away his armor, leveling a weapon of a different nature at your weak spot
>he spreads your nethers, his invading heat sending electric shivers up your spine
>do the deed, but as it drags on, you notice him getting hesitant, questioning
>no matter, with a firm clamp of your innards and the rhythmic undulations of lower muscles only someone as expert at fighting with their tail as you could develop, you milk him for what he's worth
>and when he pulls himself from you with a dribble of seed and an unseemly curse, you can feel a smidge of pity for someone distraught at having come to destroy, but instead ending up creating
The first parts are literally how both sexes of Malzenos act, in fact, it's the MALE's who are aping the female's behavior!
Mizutsune
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All hunters must first pass the TBT (Tama Banana Test) to confirm whether they are gay or not.
What does it entail? I'd like to go out and find a willing partner to study and practice with before taking this exam.
1) The hunter is thrown into an Arena with a trained and willing Tama. The Tama will attempt to seduce the Hunter, in a variety of ways. The Guild will check if the Hunter is attracted to the Tama (Sanity check).
2) The Tama will lie on its back and present its slit to the presumably heterosexual hunter. The Guild will check if the Hunter is willing to have sex with the Tama (Monsterfucker check).
3) Sexual intercourse shall proceed normally. The Guild will check the Hunter's performance and reactions, with special emphasis on duration.(Health check).
4) After a while, the Tama will reveal to the hunter that it was male, displaying his banana, and trying to seduce the hunter even more. The Guild will check the hunter's reaction (heterosexuality level check).
Results:
If after discovering that he had sex with a male Tama, the hunter runs in terror out of the arena and tries to escape, he is 100% heterosexual. He will only get an approval to fuck 100% confirmed female monsters, like Black Diablos, Lunastra, Rathian or Jaggia. Special compensation will be offered to the hunter: have sexual intercourse with a real female Tama, for the inconvenience caused.
If the hunter finds himself even more attracted to Tama and wants to continue having sex, to the point of wanting to be mounted by the Tama (regardless of the size difference and that he is very likely to be impaled to death), he is 100% gay. He will only get an approval to fuck 100% confirmed male monsters, like Rathalos, Jaggi, Teostra or Rathalos. However, he must act with caution, as not all male monsters are gay and having sex with them could lead to death.
If the hunter is hesitant to continue having sex, then he has a greater than zero percentage of being gay. This is the most interesting case, as Tamas love to tease such hunters: from full body licks, to fronting their banana on the hunter's body. In some cases, they force the hunters to hug their banana, or even coil it around them.
Namielle
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Namielle's rubbery cloaca probably squeaks like those pickles from the end of that one Spongebob episode when you fuck her.
Cute and silly monsterfu.
Makes me think that her whole body feels rubbery but smooth to the touch. Not like other elder dergs where you have to always stroke with the grain of their scales so that you don't catch them which would be unpleasant for them, too. With Namielle you could get some (paddock) oil, lay her down, and slowly start working it into her.
Y'know, just imagine that: you start off on her chest so you can look up into those eyes every now and then. She leans down closer and closer as her chest rises and falls faster. Those bioluminescent whiskers trail about in the air like afterimages until you feel one stroke against your cheek. And another against your neck. A third around your wrist and a fourth under your chin. But none of them are enough to make you stop. Maybe a little squeak from sliding your hand quickly along her chest in surprise when she gently holds you there and kisses you. Oh, she'd look a little miffed when you start laughing and it breaks the kiss but then her lips with curl back and show off those sharp teeth that never so much as scratch you. And she kisses you again. And it's expected. And your hands continue to rub at her chest.
Her whiskers would keep touching you. She's sometimes self-conscious about how her limbs aren't long and elegant like Velkhana's. They're not 'stumpy', are they? She KNOWS she has enormous wings that look like a cape, and she KNOWS her head is big and isn't coloured like the rest of her body, and she KNOWS she must look like some oversized, deep-sea fish, and- But you'd just give her a kiss to quieten all that nonsense before your hands sweep over that spot, applying more oil. And she'd gasp and shudder and rub her claws together and thank you in that adorable stuttering voice.
Oiling up her stomach makes her squeak almost like her rubbery hide does occasionally under your touch. But the sound is interspersed with breathy chuckles and little gasps from her.
The luminescent spots on the undersides of her wings would pulse faster, almost like they're trying to match the beat of her heart or maybe the twitching of her hind legs. And for the first time you'd feel her forelimb on you, those fin-like claws lightly touching your head as she tries to get your attention. Breathless and flushed in a way you've never seen, in a way that almost makes her face glow beautifully, she'd ask... she'd tell you that you don't have to. She understands. This was nice. Really nice. Every part of her, from her neck to her forelegs, her wings, and now her stomach, all glisten and reflect her own luminescent gorgeousness. It was so very nice but... you don't have to. There's another part of her that glistens but not because you've touched it, because you haven't. Not yet. And that's what you'd tell her; you want to do this. You want her to... feel the way you see her. Not as some oddity, a circus lightshow, an overgrown benthic horror. But an elder dragoness. One whom the elements knelt to and obeyed. One you attend to gladly, longingly, lovingly.
So it'd probably be with her whiskers tentatively guiding you that you'd slip down between those hind legs. There's more little squeaks as you'd move your hands inward and inward, first over her thighs and then closer to the edge of her cloaca. Each little touch would make her body clench up along with a gasp that's like a crack of lightning. Almost like she's trying to say something, some... desperate request. And maybe she'd be able to control herself just enough to wrap a whisker more tightly around your wrist and bring it a little bit closer. Just enough that your fingers would trace up along that heated, dampened cleft and make her keen like the winds of a thunderstorm.
Along with a little squeak. Squeak, squeak, squeak, as your fingers would rock over and back and up and down and in and in and in. Laughter afterwards but now? Gasping, moaning, writhing, and a lightshow that'd make the Winter Star Fest look like an amateur's poor efforts.
Cute and silly monsterfu, indeed. But is there any other way you'd ever want to have her?
Odogaron
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As someone who has his own scaled lady, I can tell you her milk tastes bizarre. Not in a bad way, just…odd. We're having pups soon, and she's started lactating. It's funny; neither of us knew she would do that. So it's a few weeks ago, right? I've finally gotten her pregnant, and she's all excited for it. One day we wake up to the scutes down her belly starting to swell… Is it an allergic reaction, a rash, something fungal? I still remember stopping by the Research Lodge with her to find out what was wrong. One of the scholars in there laughs in my face: "what, you didn't know she'd do that?" And then, his shocked expression as he looked back and forth at the two of us. "What, you mean…neither of you knew???" A few days later, and the swelling is now clear: her red, red scutes, parted by pink nipples…and then she starts begging me to milk her. You don't know "kinky" until your lady is pinning you against the wall with her belly, hoarsely panting down the length of her muzzle over you, dragging her erect nipples up and down your face… Now, imagine that she's got your head pinned between for forepaws. A fistful of knives, on either side, that have sometimes left you bleeding for HOURS after just nicking one of them on your skin by accident. Now, imagine that she starts HOWLING while you're taking down mouthfuls of Monster Milk out of your mildly pregnant wife.
Yeah. We had to go sheepishly warn the neighbors and the Town Guard to expect THAT going forward.
It's been a few weeks since then, and we've gotten our own 'Dragon Milk Machine'. I couldn’t keep up with her neediness, and her teats have only been getting bigger… Have you ever seen an Odogaron leaking milk from how overfull she is? Yeah. Oh, hell yeah. Some elderly Wyverian lady blew through town while the two of us were first figuring things out, and she advised me to outright get a milking machine for my lady. A milking machine. Ridiculous, right? This Wyverian, she tells me, “I can tell just by looking. She wouldn’t be like that right now unless you were doting on her like a maddened animal. You must love her a lot!" A maddened animal… That would be putting it lightly, how well we get along. She’s not even supposed to start lactating until she’s laid her eggs, and THEN her teats are supposed to start setting in. At least, that’s what it’s like for wild Odogaron. Must be like this because of how hard I’ve been doting on her, just like that Wyverian lady said. I know some of why she fucks me so hard is because of how much I handle on her behalf. Meals, baths, bedding, I can’t get enough of doing this stuff for her. She’s so beautiful, she’s so dangerous… She tries, in part, to pay me back through her hips. Love hurts sometimes!
Anyway, the milking machine. I had to special order it, and it was sent in a caravan from the Capital itself. The first day I took shipment of it, my ENTIRE village knew what was going on. It’s kind of obvious, what with that damned Scholar laughing about our shared ignorance behind our backs any time he can, me suddenly taking delivery of a milking machine, and the way my lady has started covering her belly and midriff with fabric recently. She almost never wears anything, just blusters around town stark naked. Hot. Normal for a Monster. Really, really bad for me not getting horny in public. So anyway, everyone in town has known for a while that we’re expecting.
As for the machine, we keep it out in the main room because it’s the only place in my house where she has enough room to sprawl out like she needs as I milk her dry, and, to be frank, the only place she can toss and turn from how it makes her body feel…and the only good place for her to toss and turn me, as she milks ME dry afterwards. I told you earlier, you won’t know “kinky" properly until you’re doing this kind of shit on the regular. Yeah… She needs a round on the machine every night, or she’ll get pained the next day and start leaking everywhere. Double kinky, but she gets cranky and VIOLENTLY fuck-y. And with how big she’s gotten, that’s started to get actually dangerous for me. We’ve had to start giving the milk away to visiting well-wishers, and we’ve had more than a few street café visits where “Odogaron Milk" is a primary ingredient.
So, yeah. You’re actually going to run into it sometimes. "Dragon Milk Machine”. It can be an almost normal occurrence, depending on who’s fucking who out there in the world. I hope whoever is on that shipping label is loving the hell out of their life right now like I am; honestly wishing whoever it is the best in this moment. My lady’s going to pop in the next week or two, and then we’ll have a last whirlwind month or MAYBE two for her to brutalize my pelvis before the babies start hatching. After that, she’ll need all her milk for our little ones, and we’re rarely going to get the chance for me to break in her vent, or for her to shatter my pelvis. We’re going to be looking after anywhere from five to–get this, FIFTEEN–little Odogo babies. Wish us luck getting through THAT intact; she starts to go straight fucking crazy if I don’t bed her to unconsciousness every week or two. Odogaron, am I right?
Wish that guy or gal luck for me, and try not to judge them too harshly. Odogo Fucker, out!
Pukei-Pukei
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>Coral Pukei gets unreasonably aroused when you drink her tail water
>your Coral Pukei-Pukei GF is always getting after you because dash juice and demon drugs are not a suitable replacement for drinking water
>so she's made it her personal mission to join you as your personal handler to make sure you take better care of yourself on your expeditions.
>while trudging through the jungle one day, you can feel the extra humid air drying you out like a piece of mosswine jerky
>you reach for your trusty canteen only to realize you forgot to fill it before setting off for the day
>you sheepishly mention it to your partner and they shoot you a look through squinted eyes, but also flaunt a smile because she foresaw this and brought extra supplies for just such an occasion
>she mentions that there is a clearing up ahead and you both can set up a spot to rest while she makes you some refreshments
>but as she walks in front of you, the rustling leaves and jungle breezes go quiet as the only thing you can focus on is her massively engorged tail
>it's probably only for her but when you think about all the cold, crisp and clear water sloshing around inside your chapped lips and dry throat beg you to take action
>as she bends over to put her backpack down and set a blanket, her tail unknowingly razes up to you at the perfect head height
>your survival instincts take over and you grab her ballooned tail, she lets out a surprised yip as you plant your lips over her "nozzle" and take a huge drink while squeezing it like a big water balloon
>its the sweetest most clean water you've ever drank, like true ambrosia. but as you come back to reality you realize you might've overdone it
>she's lying panting on the floor, knees buckled, face bright red, tongue flopped out and a large stain has formed in the crotch area of her shorts.
>you realize what you did and decide to be devilish and tease her again, massaging the inner parts of her tail nozzle with your tongue as you take another swig
>your Coral Pukei-Pukei GF is always getting after you because dash juice and demon drugs are not a suitable replacement for drinking water
>so she's made it her personal mission to join you as your personal handler to make sure you take better care of yourself on your expeditions.
>while trudging through the jungle one day, you can feel the extra humid air drying you out like a piece of mosswine jerky
>you reach for your trusty canteen only to realize you forgot to fill it before setting off for the day
>you sheepishly mention it to your partner and they shoot you a look through squinted eyes, but also flaunt a smile because she foresaw this and brought extra supplies for just such an occasion
>she mentions that there is a clearing up ahead and you both can set up a spot to rest while she makes you some refreshments
>but as she walks in front of you, the rustling leaves and jungle breezes go quiet as the only thing you can focus on is her massively engorged tail
>it's probably only for her but when you think about all the cold, crisp and clear water sloshing around inside your chapped lips and dry throat beg you to take action
>as she bends over to put her backpack down and set a blanket, her tail unknowingly razes up to you at the perfect head height
>your survival instincts take over and you grab her ballooned tail, she lets out a surprised yip as you plant your lips over her "nozzle" and take a huge drink while squeezing it like a big water balloon
>its the sweetest most clean water you've ever drank, like true ambrosia. but as you come back to reality you realize you might've overdone it
>she's lying panting on the floor, knees buckled, face bright red, tongue flopped out and a large stain has formed in the crotch area of her shorts.
>you realize what you did and decide to be devilish and tease her again, massaging the inner parts of her tail nozzle with your tongue as you take another swig
Seikret
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>be seikret
>in the savannah with my human buddy
>exploring and documenting all manner of critters
>kind of boring but I don't mind as long as we're together
>in the afternoon we got ambushed by a big subterranean monster, couldn't get a look
>picked my buddy up but had to drop all his equipment to dash out of there
>when coming back later it was all gone
>buddy was angry about it, didn't realize it was that important to him
>it's night time now, after dinner he said he was sorry for yelling at me
>I tried to make a nest for him but it's clear he's uncomfortable
>it's especially chilly tonight, he's shivering and has nothing to cover himself with
>usually we sleep in different corners of the dens we find ourselves in, but tonight that may change
>I tentatively shuffle closer and lay curled around him
>he's a bit startled by it, but the shivering decreases
>awkwardly stay together like this for a few minutes
>he still looks cold, though I can't really tell, I'm no human expert
>better safe than sorry
>grab him and bring him close to my chest
>he lets out a yelp, but after a few moment finally reciprocate the hug
>wait a bit for his breathing to slow and be replaced by light snores
>bring my tail over him before closing my eyes, smirking
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>mandatory cuddle pile with your mount
It just keeps getting better
>Crunch. Crunch. Crunch…
>Her clawed feet step upon the thick snow without her betraying its cold and for a moment, you envy her. At least until she tilts her head and looks down at you.
>Then it’s a very different sort of feeling that swells up inside you. A familiar one which you know every time Sarat looks at you with that smile.
>”What?”
“What?”
>Sarat lets out this laugh that sounds like a mix of chirping and a wonderful, melodious song, and it never fails to make your heart skip a beat.
>”You were looking at me!”
>And as if she’d reached over and screwed your head around, you look back towards the village.
>She’d told you about the buildings, how they’re wooden but covered in a mix of earth and clay before often being painted. From the outside, at least at this distance, they almost look like the adobe buildings in Loc Lac but sure enough there’s colourful designs on their exteriors.
>Each one almost looks like a palociraptor decided to mix their feathers into the material with swirling blues and greens, yellows, white patches, red, orange… Against the white, snowy landscape they stand as a beautiful contrast and the smoke lazily drifting up from chimneys in some of them only reinforces the cosy feel of it all.
>But the crunch-crunch-crunch of your companion’s feet by your side continues.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare-”
>”No, it’s okay!” You feel a feathery hand come down on your back, just above your pack, and your gaze shifts back to her. “It’s just that… mmm, you get this look in your eyes sometimes like you’re kind of not really looking at me. You’re somewhere else.”
>In Pokke. In Kokoto. In Astera. In Val Habar.
>Sarat at your side as you show her the wonders of the world humans and their friends have built together.
“Just reminiscing,” is all you say to her and Sarat gives you a curious little look before her scaly cheek shifts as she grins.
>”I hope I’m a part of some of those memories!”
“More than you know…” you whisper under your breath as you tug the wooly scarf tighter around your neck.
>Sarat’s lucky - with her winter plumage she barely even feels the cold. Though she told you the reason she was wearing the anteka wool mantle was that she’d grown so used to wearing clothes that it felt odd to do without them now.
>But also that she was able to weave some of the feathers of the friends she’d made into the little tassels at the hem. Along with beads, painted bones, and other little items from the human hunters she’d got to know, too.
>Her way of helping to carry the memories of new friends with her.
>Just as your pack had colourful feathers tied to places from the palociraptors who’d spent many a night in the canteen with you, trained with you, hunted with you.
>A bright chirp from Sarat pulls you back to the present and the fact that the figures milling about in the distance are clearer now.
>Here, a feathery fellow with a pile of sticks, there another with a sack over her back as she makes her way to the largest building in what looks like the centre of the village.
>And smaller ones.
>The happy chirping and high voices have to mean they’re younger ones, children and ‘chicks’; those at the intermediate stage between hatchlings and children old enough to be allowed play further from the village, as Sarat had explained.
>”Oh, look! The new capes the Guild sent along for the winter must’ve arrived!”
>She points towards a small group of little figures.
>On their backs flap thick wool capes tied at the front, some with hoods up over their heads. You can just about pick out the dyed covers on their legs and arms
>”Must be nice… When I was a chick I had to stay in for most of the winter with my nestmother.”
>You glance over at her but Sarat’s somewhere else herself, in some fond corner of her memories.
>”When your winter plumage doesn’t grow, you can’t go out for long before you start to freeze, y’know? But now they can go out and have fun with the older children! And the older village members don’t have to worry about losing their plumage.”
>And she looks back at you, with a look in her eyes you’ve come to know well but haven’t seen in a while. Probably because she’s been with you and the Guild so long now.
>Her feathery arm slips around your shoulders and she gently pulls you closer to her.
>Your own comes around her back - your partner, your friend.
>”I’m really glad all of you decided to come here. I’m glad…”
>You’re looking at each other, your strides having slowed and then stopped as you stood at the edge of the village with the chirping of the children and the happy calls of adults who recognised who you were with, and the wind whispering over the tops of the buildings.
>”I’m glad you came, too.”
>You smile. Something you’ve been doing more and more ever since you and Sarat started working together.
“I’m glad it was you, Sarat. Could’ve been anyone else but,” your arm holds her just the slightest bit tighter. “I’m glad it was you. Because you didn’t give up.”
>Her beak starts to open and there’s an odd look in her eyes before she looks away just slightly too late for you not to see the touch of red in her cheek scales.
>Feathery fingers slip down your upper arm and hug you close.
>”Do you remember? W-What you told me the first night of the Feast of the Winter Star?” She’s looking at you with those yellow slit eyes, the thick feathering along her throat slowly starting to puff up even more than it already was. “I know we were both drinking and I know I said I wouldn’t again but we did and… and you said-”
>”Sa-rat!” a sing-song voice calls out.
>It’s slightly deeper than Sarat’s own and is accompanied by the crunching of heavy, clawed feet upon the snow that still covers the ground just outside the village.
>A tall palociraptor walks towards the two of you and from her uncovered chest that even as deeply and fluffy feathered as it is, is clearly that of a female. Her feathering is similar to your friend’s although there’s more blue than green with little yellow accents here and there.
>”Keria…”
>Sarat almost whispers at your side.
>She doesn’t let go of you as she starts to walk towards the approaching avian, rather she holds you quite tightly against her side and even through your wool clothing you can feel the softness of her feathers.
>”I hope Tiklik didn’t tell me you were coming as a surprise.” Her eyes flick to you and then she pauses, looking at how Sarat holds you tight. “Hmm, and that you brought your mate.”
>You’ve heard Sarat squawk before, usually during hunts or when one of the archivist felynes, not wishing to bother the imposing ‘meownster’, quietly come up behind her.
>But this has a different timbre to it.
>”K-Keria! Anon isn’t-” She glances down at you but doesn’t lessen her hold even slightly. “I-It’s not… We haven’t danced the courtship dance yet!” She finally blurts out.
>The feathers on the back of her neck and the top of her head rise in what you’ve come to understand is a show of certain emotions - anger, irritation, indignation, that sort of thing.
“Sarat…”
>You start, eager to calm your companion but the other palociraptor erupts into raucous laughter.
>”Bwahaha! Oh the… The look on your… face!” Snow crunches loudly even over her laughter as she approaches. “Hmhmhm! P-Pulled on your tailfeathers, huh!”
>Sarat gasps and puffs herself up further and for a moment, you wonder if this is going to escalate.
>Something you’ve learned is that the Guild’s new avian allies, or maybe just your friend, aren’t averse to touch at all. Quite the opposite.
>So when you lay your hand on Sarat’s feathered stomach, she doesn’t bark at you to remove it or jump back or act shocked and surprised or outraged.
>The feathers on her head and neck lower a little and she looks down at you.
“Sarat’s my partner, we work together.”
>Your eyes meet hers, hoping she sees that you mean it, that you don’t have any feelings unworthy of her.
“We’re just friends.”
>And she looks back at you for a moment. And then the moment is over.
>”Yeah, just… just friends,” she says to Keria, if you have the name right.
>”Hmm…” Who turns her attention upon you, leaning down to meet you almost levelly. “You must be the ‘Anonymous’ my little sister’s always talking about in her letters.”
>Wait, sister? And she talks about you?
>”Keria!”
>”Don’t you worry, Sarat, I’m gonna be keeping my eye,” she turns her head to show her widened slit eye peering at you, “on you. And this one.” She turns her head around the other side. “And… these!”
>In a flash, Keria has her long, feathery arms around you and both you and Sarat are so surprised that you don’t do anything to stop her and Sarat’s grip doesn’t quite catch you when Keria draws you into a crushing hug.
>”Haha! Sarat’s told me all about you in her letters! Is it really true you saved her from a pack of doshaguma? What about the time she took care of that chatacabra herself? My Sarat! The talk of your Hunter’s Guild! And is it true that your sword’s as big as-”
>”KERIA!”
>Her voice sounds like the time she called out to you when that chatacabra knocked you into that cave wall and nearly knocked you out.
>Ever your valiant protector, Sarat practically leaps to your aid and starts trying to get her sister’s arms from around you.
>”D-Don’t squeeze him so tight, you’ll hurt him!”
>”Okay! Okay! Goodness…”
>You cough a little but otherwise feel fine. That was only about as bad as getting a full-force hit from an anjanath.
“Gog…”
>Not surprising, however, given how strong Sarat is.
“Wouldn’t… uh, s-say my sword’s as big as… you!”
‘>Keria grins down at you and you feel yourself returning her smile, even as Sarat checks you over like you’re on a quest and she’d found you roughed up.
>”Just because he’s a hunter,” Sarat says with a click of her beak, “doesn’t mean you can tackle him. I wanted to show Anon what our village is like, not… have to bring him back to the Guild infirmary.”
>But the gentle chiding just makes Keria’s grin spread even wider until the edges of her eyes crinkle.
>”And I just gave him a traditional greeting! You probably didn’t teach him ours, did you?”
>There’s a little feathery rustling by your side and you turn your attention to your friend along with her sister.
>”Sarat?”
>She’s fidgeting with the edge of her wool cloak, looking down.
>”H-Humans aren’t like that, Keria. And they don’t have scales or beaks so I didn’t want to risk hurting Anon…”
>Keria makes a frustrated sound sort of like a growl but with some chattering from her beak.
>”Seriously?”
>Sarat’s got her arm around you again, and you can feel how firm her grip is.
>”Okay, gonna get big sis to show you again, huh?”
>W-Wait, Keria!”
>But she doesn’t and while you instinctively raise a hand towards her as she starts leaning back down to you, her movements are slower this time.
>”It goes like this,” she says, her voice almost a whisper.
>And ‘this’ is something you’ve seen before, or something close to it at least. When Sarat greeted others of her kind, they’d move their heads close and touch the feathers of their neck together. It looked almost like a human hug but without putting arms on each other.
>Keria, though?
>She doesn’t put her neck to yours. She doesn’t even bring her head past yours. Instead, you feel the warmth and softness of her cheek scales as well as her cool beak against you face. Her breath that smells of herbs and something meaty feels hot on your skin. Her eye carefully watches yours.
>Keria gives a little dip of her beak down, bringing it lower on your cheek as she rubs back and forth. There almost sounds like something she’s saying, whispering, but if there is you can’t make it out. Instead her eye slowly shuts as she presses her beak against you.
>But Sarat was right, you don’t have a beak so you’re not sure what you should do. Especially since her arm around you gives just the slightest pull.
>And then it’s over.
>Keria pulls back and grins.
>”Hmm, that skin feels softer than scales. Maybe there’s something to you ‘humans’, after all.”
“Maybe.”
>For some reason you can’t understand, Keria’s grin returns and grows as you go on.
“But…” Even with the feel of Keria’s soft scales and warm fathers on your face, you can’t help but turn and look at Sarat who regards you with an odd expression. “This human already has a partner. Sorry, Keria, when you’ve been through the things Sarat and I have, you up being…” And just like that, your hand easily finds her feathery stomach again. “Close.”
>Sarat lets out a chirp you’ve come to identify with satisfaction and happiness.
>”So if you want your own human you’ll have to join the Guild, Keria!”
>Rather than spluttering or telling Sarat off, her sister just chuckles.
>”Maybe I will!” Nodding, she looks from Sarat back to you. “If half the stuff I’ve heard about you two is true, sounds like the Guild is the place to be for some action!”
“Well, y’know, it sounds like Sarat’s only told you half. Did she ever tell you about…”
>Full and proper introductions could wait, especially because the way Keria draws up at your other side as you and Sarat resume making your way into the village leaves you feeling a lot more comfortable now.
>One of the chicks comes running over and the others and some of the older children quickly follow suit.
>Luckily you’d prepared for this and brought a few bags of sweets from the Guild; some candied nuts, dried fruits, even some honey suckers from Val Habar although they cost more than a few zenny out here. But it was worth it to see the looks of wonder on their faces, their excited chirps and hoots, and how they all crowded around you and Sarat, hugging the two of you.
>Before they took off just as quickly to share their spoils out.
>Keria gave you a little bump of her hip, asking why she didn’t get any sweets.
>Much to Sarat’s groaning protests, you produced a bottle of beer - just the one and not nearly as big as the mug Sarat had on that first fateful night at the Guild when… Well, when things changed.
>The first swig left Keria trilling over the feeling of the bubbly mixture slipping down her throat. Sarat telling her to go easy because it could sneak up on her, combined with your nudging and telling her to keep going had Keria doing just that.
>So you wound up with one palociraptor with her arm around your back and another with an arm over your shoulders as you made your way through the village.
>Much to your surprise, you even caught a glimpse of the Guild couriers - a yellow and orange palociraptor in the Guild’s signature blue and gold livery, along with a felyne by his side. At least, you’re sure that’s how it was supposed to be, rather than the felyne nestled into the thick chest feathers of the palociraptor.
>But then, what about this assignment had been ordinary or standard? Your new allies had shown you what plants were good to eat, what hunting spots were too dangerous for them but just right for the resourceful humans (and had the spoils shared with them), they’d even brought their own views towards hunting tactics.
>But as you make your way through the peaceful village with the sweet sounds of voices, the hammering of wood or the crackling of fire, the laughter of the children, and the setting sun at your backs, you can’t help but feel strangely… welcome.
>Not just welcome as a guest, as someone from the Guild who had made valued new friends.
>It felt almost like coming home.
>With your old and new friend, you were greeted as warmly as they were.
>”Alright, this way. Tiklik knows you’re coming, I’m sure of it now. And she’ll definitely want to see you.”
>You almost feel disappointed when Keria lets go of your shoulders and steps ahead of the two of you, towards the large building in the centre of the village.
>There’s rich, colourful patterning on the exterior of it and a heavy fur cover over the entry. Smoke rises from a gap, you presume so, in the centre of the round roof.
>”Anon,” Sarat says to you, her voice low and soft, “we’re going to meet the village elder. Just… be respectful, okay? I know you will but…” She’s grinding the two parts of her beak together. “It’s important.”
>Keria pulls back the cover as you approach and Sarat walks just a little slower, ushering you in first before she quickly comes after and moves back up by your side, her sister coming after.
>The inside is… pleasant. Very pleasant.
>The walls are lined with tapestries that look as colourful and beautiful as the villagers; some bear scenes from distant places, snowy mountain peaks, sandy villages, forested glades, while others show what may be scenes from stories told here. Here a group of palociraptors facing off against a monster you haven’t yet seen, there two groups facing each other, perhaps different villages meeting or two long lost tribes reconnecting.
>And beneath your feet? Wooden planks strewn with colourful rugs, bearing patterning you haven’t seen anywhere before.
>In the centre of the massive, open building is a tall fire with pots and kettles about it, each one steaming away with steam that carries pleasing scents over to you.
>But before the fire is something else.
>Someone else.
>A palociraptor but not one you’ve seen before. And not that she’s a stranger to you, she looks unlike the others.
>Her feathers aren’t just green or indigo or yellow or red or white. They’re all those colours and more.
>Her beak looks chipped and pitted, bearing the marks of many years and quite possibly battles. Her eyes look a little cloudy but never once stray from your own as you approach.
>”Ahh, and who is this who comes to visit our humble village?”
>Her voice, quite apart from what you might expect given her obvious age, sounds soft and sweet and comforting like a warm hug. Deeper than Sarat’s. Without looking away from you, she goes on, “I see young Sarat and her sister; ah how I’ve missed the little chick who used to hide behind my tail feathers! Hmm, but you…”
>The elderly avian reaches out her hands towards you, hands that aren’t quite as heavily feathered as Keria or Sarat’s.
>”You are one of our new friends, yes? Quite some time has it been since I met with one.”
>If Sarat had instructed you not to you might not have done so, but with the little motion of the elder’s hands you can’t help but reach forward and place your own in hers.
>They are, of course, larger just as Sarat’s are and they’re almost as soft to the touch. Her fingers slowly clasp around your hands as she continues gazing at you from her seated position.
>”And if young Sarat is with you then you must indeed be Anonymous. The one who’s been taking care of our daughter, yes?”
>In spite of your best efforts, you feel your cheeks darken a little.
“I-I’ve done my best to, ma’am.”
>”Ah! None of that now!” She gives your hands a little shake. “I am Tiklik and that’s how you should call me, hmm?”
“If… that’s okay…” You quickly glance at Sarat who’s already looking at you with a little smile, and nods. “Tiklik. Sorry, I wasn’t expecting to meet someone so…”
>Her eyes continue peering into yours but they crease slightly from her widening smile.
>”Old?”
“N-No! No!”
>Hooting laughter erupts from her and your face reddens a little more. Gog, it’s like being back with your grandmother almost, when she was still with you. Especially the way Tiklik jostles your hands with each shake of her body.
>At your side, Keria chuckles along but Sarat just moves a little closer with her arm once more around you.
“No, I-I just meant…”
>”Hoo! I know what you meant, young one! Ah, but we are not like that.”
>Her thumbs stroke over the backs of your hands and the old avian leans forward.
>”And it is a pleasure, not a burden, that I am afforded to welcome new spirits to our village.” Her gaze slowly shifts to Sarat. “And one of our beloved children home.”
>Still holding your hands, Tiklik raises her head and Sarat leans down.
>Unlike what she’d done with the other palociraptors back in the Guild and like what Keria had done with you, their beaks rub together and she touches Tiklik’s cheek with her own.
>There’s a warmth to the gesture you can feel even where you stand. A sense of familiarity that fills you with a strange sense of nostalgia.
>”I return from afar to the flock’s feathered nest,” Sarat almost whispers but not quite low enough that you can’t hear.
>When they part, Sarat leaning slightly against you, Tiklik’s eyes turn to Keria.
>”And I see you are a flap ahead of me once more, Keria.”
>She shrugs, passing the mostly empty beer bottle from one hand to the other.
>”I guess good fortune just smiles on me again, huh?”
>”And not one of the children saying something they shouldn’t have?”
>Where before Keria had seemed unflappable against Sarat trying to contain her forwardness, she looks away almost bashfully it seems.
>”Maybe I heard one of them saying something about Sarat…” Amazingly, her cheek scales redden ever so slightly. “And maybe I gave him a couple of honeyseeds to tell me it all?”
>”In that case,” Tiklik grunts out as she slowly begins to push herself onto her feet, “you can help myself and Anonymous get supper ready for everyone.”
>You don’t even really think about it before you manage to pull one of your hands free from Tiklik’s and move in closer to her.
“Here, lemme give you a hand…”
>”But… Tiklik, he’s a guest…”
>She doesn’t feel that heavy but the strength in her arm when she places her free hand onto your shoulder and puts her weight on you to help herself up… Age hasn’t much diminished it, it feels like.
>”And have our human friends not been eager to help us at every turnabout?” With a sigh, she stands on her feet at last, albeit a bit bent over. “Just like Anonymous here.”
“It’s okay,” you say to Sarat.
>Her arm comes away from your back easily as you move up to Tiklik and provide a little more support for her.
“It’ll be a nice way to meet everyone, right?”
>”Then I’ll stay with you.” And just like that, she comes around to the elder’s side who relinquishes her hold on your hand, only to take Sarat’s. “It’s been a while since I helped with supper.”
>Keria’s looking more pleased at the prospect of some company now, though she still looks a little chagrined.
>”Alright, sooner we can get started, the sooner I can get back to my beer…”
>”Beer?”
>You’re not sure you like the tone in Tiklik’s voice.
>Nor Sarat, if her expression is any indication.
>”Is that the drink Sarat spoke of in her letters?”
>After a few swigs from the bottle, amidst a little gentle protest from both yourself and Sarat, Tiklik is swanning about, trilling and cooing in pleasure from the drink.
>”This way! The stew needs to be kept stirred!” One using some of the meat the Guild sent along. “Ah, I feel like a hen in her prime again! I do hope that, hmhm, Guild fellow who was here some time ago returns! Oh, that silver mane, those strong arms! Hooo!”
>And so the evening goes.
>Keria asks you a few questions about the Guild, about what it’s like hunting monsters there, about the regimens, the living arrangements, the food… and the beer, of course.
>All to the crackling of the fire, the clink and clang of spoons and ladles on the pots and kettles, the click of claws on the floor and your footsteps, laughter, and finally the sounds of other voices as villagers begin to enter.
>Each one approaches Tiklik and bows their head to her, murmuring thanks before thanking Sarat and Keria and you as you serve up a bowl of stew or soup or what smells almost like some kind of tea.
>Until your feathered companion rushes over as a tall, elegant looking indigo palociraptor strides up to you.
>Her mother, followed quickly by another palociraptor who carries himself easily and has similar colouration - her father.
>Sarat quietly mentions that you’re her friend and companion in the guild which satisfies her father but you’re sure you see her mother pause before joining her husband. A little smile at the corners of her beak.
>Soon, the great hall is filled with quiet voices and chirping and cooing and laughter… And a familiar warmth and comfort you know all too well from winter nights in the Guild.
>The four of you sit together, closer to the fire than the other villages who sit in their own groups on cushions brought from the edges of the hall.
>And there’s song.
>Not the fierce songs of triumph and praise, in the Guild halls and canteens. Nor the dour, sorrowful laments of those lost, nor raucous revelry simply found in camaraderie.
>The songs are soft like the cushion under you, they’re warm like the fire at your back, they pluck at your heart as if Sarat herself plays its strings, and although you can’t make out all the words you can pick out how they recount the simple joys and closeness of everyday life.
>In the kiss of the wind upon one’s feathers, in the touching of beaks when meeting another from a far village, in the sharing of song and story, and the opportunity to meet and make new friends.
>Sarat sits by your side, her arm around you.
>And you sit by hers, your arm around her.
>She raises her voice for you but her eyes aren’t close or turned high like others.
>They’re only on you.
>But the songs, too, must end. The sun sets, the moon rises, the cold is kept at bay by the walls of the hall and the thick cover over its entrance.
>Even so, the cushions aren’t removed and drawn away. The palociraptors who’d assembled to eat together, don’t depart to sleep alone.
>Something you’d learned in your time with Sarat.
>And now…
“Wait, where should I sleep? I brought my bedroll in case-”
>”No, Anon,” Sarat gently cuts you off. “That’s how things are done back in the Guild.”
>She looks out over those drawing themselves together and clucks her tongue.
>”The hatchlings, chicks, and children sleep in the centre.” She nods towards them being ushered inward, with the older children already knowing to go without protest. “Then the older villagers who don’t have all of their plumage. If anyone’s sick, they’re kept close to the centre, too.”
>Indeed, there’s one or two of them with what look like the sort of wool cloaks you see the elders wearing, around them. They’re welcomed in close before they begin to settle down, close to the others. And there is Tiklik, with a space kept for her.
>That’s what strikes you: there’s no pushing or jostling, no one objects to anyone being too close. Almost the opposite.
>There’s some playful back and forth as one makes a little mock protest of having to get up and move the slight distance to snuggle in tighter, only to be welcomed into an embrace with a soft coo.
“So we’re on the edge, right? We’re young and healthy.”
>There’s a note of expectation in your voice; the last thing you want to do is deny anyone their rightful spot.
>”Well… we could but that’d mean you’d have to get up later to take your turn in fuelling the fire.”
>It’s with a practised ease that Sarat leads you through the bustle at the edges of the congregation, as if there’s some knack to effortlessly threading between the others.
>”We’ll keep just inside, you’re a guest and you don’t have any feathers so no one’ll mind. I’d say to watch out in case someone tries to treat you like a chick but…” She lets out something that sounds like a giggle. “I’ll keep you warm.”
>You’re not sure what to say to that. She’s kept you warm on plenty of nights back in the Guild but this feels… different.
>It’s not a weight as such, it doesn’t feel unpleasant.
>What could possibly feel unpleasant about Sarat gently leading you by the hand until she stops over one of the small piles of cushions?
>Your movements are slow and hesitant where hers are smooth and graceful, curling herself up so that there’s barely a gap between her and the next behind her and then after some brief shuffling, none at all.
>And you too are up against her, without having undressed. Not like there’d been much opportunity, you didn’t want to start doing all that here. In front of… What?
>Her friends? Family? The people who welcomed you into their midst like one of their own?
>Maybe she sees it in your eyes and that’s why Sarat gently pulls you up against her.
>”Tomorrow night,” she whispers.
>And you nod, before someone settles in behind you and shuffles about, and you feel a feathery body pleasantly pressed against your back.
>And Sarat’s arm around you.
>You’re not even sure when she brings the other down, taking your hand in hers. You don’t stop yourself from allowing yourself to relax in against her.
>To just… relax.
>It feels so warm, so impossibly, perfectly comfortable. Like the most expensive bed you’ve ever rented when on leave but even better. Silk sheets and gargwa down pillows truly can’t compare to a community gathered about for comfort and kindness.
>With feathered arms stretched over each other like a great blanket, quiet whistling that only drifts into soft breathing.
>And Sarat’s eyes meeting yours, her face barely inches away.
>”Goodnight, Anon.”
“Goodnight, Sarat.”
>And it was.
Valstrax
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Party games with monsters!
>In the middle of the festivities with the other anons and their monster partners, you feel a small tug at your pant leg
>its a tiny palico thats dressed rather sharply, they shuffle through their bag and hand you a letter
>its slightly burned and and crumpled but its binding is held in place by some kind of shiny silver scale?
>excusing yourself from the larger group you take a short walk while gently cutting open the bindings on the envelope with your knife
>more red dust shakes free from the letter as it folds down, it has an overwhelming scent of something familiar mixed with charcoal
>dusting it free you look it up and down as you barely manage to make out the chicken scratch of whatever someone wrote for you
>"Dearest Anon, i've decided that we're going to play our own little game"
>"I call it [Hide and go Airstrike!], aren't i a genius?"
>"by the time you're reading this i have already left the roost and am heading towards you at approximately Mach 1"
>"you have about 10 minutes to find somewhere to hide before i grab you for snuggles"
>"there are no limits to hiding places inside or outside, it wont stop me.."
>"Forever your lovable Argent Comet -Val"
>you feel your heart sink as you realize whats about to happen, the anxiety in the air could almost be cut by a knife.
>and just when you thought it couldn't get worse, your phone violently pings to get your attention
>Automated AWACS Alert
>Ambush Imminent, seek shelter immediately!
>T-Minus 3 minutes until projected impact
>"...not again."
Vaal Hazak
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{Vomit}
With all this talk about Vaal Hazak, I always wondered... How does one kiss Vaal?
I understand that the inner jaw is the actual mouth. But what do you do with the other one? Do you stick your head (or your body) through the hole in the lower jaw to kiss the inner jaw?
>the ominous figure draws in, dwarfing you, skeletal wings spreading to either side during that last approach
>your "first date" with Vaal Hazak is at a close... and now is the time to prepare for that final gesture,
>a kiss, though, surely as you expected, a most grotesque and revolting kiss by any conventional standard
>you've barely managed to hold your stomach through the night, constantly assaulted by the horrid sights and smells surrounding this particular elder
>but you persisted on sheer force of will, riding the hints of such a beautiful being underneath those nightmarish curtains of flesh
>something so desperate to be loved, to be cradled and held close, wanting a soulmate no matter the species,
>But, this was it, though. Oh... this was really happening,
>those massive, gnarled double-jaws parted in front of you, and...
>you opened wide, inviting, letting that sickening tongue slide down your throat, feeling the incredible arousal countered by the wisps of death surrounding you
>the tip of Vaal's tongue curls up right next to your sinuses, and at once you feel the full force of sudden primal revulsion.
>In a split second you have to make a choice;
>tear your head out of those dangerous, enveloping fangs to desperately gasp for air, or
>give into cries of you body, and your tortured nose and stomach
>the latter quickly wins out, and...
>you vomit, violently.
>directly down into vaal's throat
>..."OH SHIT I'M SO SORRY" your gurgling words involuntarily spring out,
>You manage to pull out, but only silence is returned to you
>silence, followed by heavy, labored breathing,
>and a rapid, deafening heartbeat, claws tightening around you,
>a hot, bulging cloaca swelling out between those legs, drooling so profusely that a pool forms on the ground underneath
>you hear the meaty squelch of Vaal swallowing your vomit... then making eye contact with an unmistakable "FUCK ME" look
>Gog, what a fucking pervert of a dragon you managed to snare today
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Gog, the flesh tones of Velk's snout are doing all kinds of things to me right now. That's actually one of my favorite design notes on Velkhana: the blues fading away to this paleness that's SO close to those rosy tones.
That's actually one of the reasons I assume Velk would be an AMAZING kisser. Like, imagine her leaning down onto you. Her whole body weight leaning into it, with gently increasing force. Her mouth moves a touch open and closed against you, her eyes squeezed softly shut. You at first think her reptilian lips are as stiff as a plank, but that's actually the scales talking. You try sinking your fingers into the flesh covering her snout, and you find a shocking balance of stiffness and compliance. She takes note of you squeezing your hands against her lips, and her eyes gently float open for just a moment. Her head tilts ever so slightly, and she leans into you with more force. Her lips are able to pull up from her teeth somewhat as she works her jaws open and closed against you. Her scutes and scales crash together—and in some cases, flex from the force—as she smushes her face against your body. You take the chance to slip your fingers under the rim of her lips, feeling up their insides. She's impossibly soft, on the inside. And surprisingly, reddish too. You were honestly expecting her to be an ice queen, through and through. Instead, you've found her to be a very warm soul. Abruptly, you realize that the outside of her snout has changed color. What was once the pallor of a frozen-through body has taken on a distinct tan color all down her smooth muzzle, and her nostrils are ringed with fine shades of red. Her face is flushing over you. She growls softly, and tilts her head fully to one side. Now, knives dance lightly against your chest as softness closes against your sides again and again. You wrap your arms around each of her jaws, and try to better place yourself to crush your head against one of her lips.
As you do so, you happen to look down the length of her snout, and realize that her eyes are once again lightly open. She's staring down the length of her snout into your eyes. You both freeze, the moment hanging suspended in the air. You're lost in her gaze; it seems she's likewise lost in yours. Her expression has gone so tremendously slack that she looks like she has been outright drugged. You take the chance to rest your head against one of the “fangs" of her upper lip—and then, without warning, you find a great draconic paw being set atop your chest. You were so lost in the moment, you didn't even notice her movement. Moments later, her muzzle rushes forward again. Your world is now a wall of tan; flesh mixed alluringly with warm polished stones. The “beak" at the tip of her snout proves to be the softest part of your experience thus far. She paints it across your skull like an aspiring artist. The lip of her lower jaw is much less pronounced, but she still manages to squeeze your skull just so between the two. Her jaws close hotly at your head, her weird “beak" smushing against the top of your skull. Her teeth press into your face, her gums gnawing harmlessly on you. You wrap your arms around the end of her snout. You can feel her nostrils flexing powerfully as she huffs at your scent. You hook your hands into the hot rushing air, and use them as handholds to cram your face into hers just as hard as you possibly can. Her paw kneads at your chest as she holds you down and makes love to your face with hers. Thoughts of her belly, chock full of eggs, fill your mind’s eye, as do thoughts of what sex with this great beast would be like. If your shared exploration of each other in this moment is any indication, then neither of you are ready—and you're both going to have a wonderful time.
Cute…
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Miscellaneous
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So what are the ecological benefits to fucking the monsters?
As shared in this travelogue, fucked monsters are largely docile, resulting in an alternative method to calm a rampaging beast. Sometimes, all a Lucent Nargacuga needs is an outlet for her sexual frustrations! That same log also points out a hidden benefit to fucking monsters: it is a fast and easy way to gather monster materials on the fly, such as shed scales and "monster fluid".
Of course, any licensed Monster Fucker is obligated to check in with their local Guild office before hand! A village needs to be able to handle fending off a clingy Elder Dragon, or even a long-term residence from such a beast if our Monster Fucker decides to settle down for a married life—an all-too-common occurrence between Monster Fuckers!
Now, does anyone else from the class have a question, before we return to our lesson on the history of Monster Fucking in the Hunter's Guild?
Oh me, me! I-I have a few questions...
How does one get started in this "monster fucking"? What are the recommended monsters to practice this activity? Does The Guild offer some service? How do we know if a monster would accept us as their... uh, companion?
We'll be having a "101" course on that branch of the guild soon enough. We do have a moment however... I'll answer your questions briefly, in order: on-boarding for Monster Fucking comes only after your earn your Hunter's License. Once you graduate you can sign on for extra courses here at the academy. There's extra coursework for any vocation here; I'd recommend them for all Hunters! There's no recommended monster for "fucking" in much the same way that we have no recommended monster for "hunting"! Your local guild office will judge which jobs you can and cannot handle, just like a regular Hunt. What was your next question...? Ah, yes... If you want to know whether a Monster is accepting of your advances, I suppose you'd better attend those post-graduate lessons, and see if you can earn a Monster Fucker's License! Reading a Monster's body language is not a small task, and a subject I could not possibly describe sufficiently in a short summary. If you really want to learn more, hit the Canteen and see if you can catch someone willing to regale you with some of their more...uh, shall we say, "carnal" conquests.
All right class, it's time to continue our lessons in "Esoteric Arrow Coatings"! Please turn your attention to the plials that were passed out by my lovely assistant while I was answering Anon's questions. Feel free to crack it open; take a whiff! Quite unpleasant, yes? That phial contains a "Dung Coating", the purpose of which I will be explaining to you shortly... Oh, and do try to remember that the chemistry of a coating only becomes fully active when struck with violent force... Try not to drop your phials if you value your good social standing here at the Academy, yes...?
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So is there a reason I SHOULDN'T fuck the monsters?
I must say, you are one of the most persistent students I've had in years! Since class is over for the day, I should have time for a few more of your questions. I'll start by saying you shouldn't start a fuck you can't finish! Across the years, many humans have started a relationship with a monster that ended poorly for their locale. For that reason, only the Guild can approve a "Monsters Fucking" quest, or monster fucking activities. If a non-hunter wants to start a relationship or is already in one, they should get approval from the Guild to continue. Too many times across history has a jealous Dragon razed a village to the ground, or a hungry lover eaten her neighbors out of house and home! Er, where was I...? Yes, there are other reasons NOT to fuck monsters! You need an unusual tolerance for punishment, and a LOT of endurance. Monster lovers aren't easy to endure, unless they have a lot of practice at being gentle. You also need a VERY keen eye for which monsters want a good fucking to begin with, and you need great skill to to understand a monster's body language, as well as to communicate your own. Many fuckable monsters will also simply be beyond your level of skill. Many monster fuckers will struggle with a simple Jaggia... Found the next day fucked halfway to death in a pile of Jaggi and Jaggia! (Oh, to be young again...)
Basically, your local Guild office will keep tabs on which listed Quests may have a fuckable monster, and you'll need a Monster Fucker License before the Guild will divulge any of that information. Then, you can accept the Quest just like any other...your very own Monster Fucker Quest!
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For me it's definitely the idea of hatchlings. I'm not yet that distanced from reality to think I could create biological offspring with monsters.
Yeah but what if you COULD? Would you still feel that way?
>being roughly ridden by your Elder Dragon wife on the night of the consummation of becoming official mates
>finally, after what seems like the 10th round, your balls donate what little offering they have left to the warm, squeezing temple of her body and you collapse, with her rolling off to the side so as not to literally squish you
>basking in the dehydrated, exhausted afterglow, laid on your back, you glance over to see her laying on her side, looking maternal to your human eye with a claw on her belly
>"...I wish we could have hatchlings..." you breathe out with a sigh and jolt when she suddenly stiffens
>"Do you think we cannot?" She growls, with a slight hint of anger, her previously content demeaner darkening as she levels a fierce look at you
>"Well, we're different species--"
>"I AM AN ELDER DRAGON!" she cuts you off with a roar, jumping to her feet, bristling with indignant pride and an AoE blast that nearly blows you across the ground
>before you can fully comprehend what you've done, she steps over you, lining herself up in the same position as before
>you can feel the heat from her body as warmth washes over your crotch and droplets of hot fluid drip onto your thighs and lower body
>your body reacts with basal instincts, not that you could even resist stiffening when her head comes down next to growl into your ear
>"Our hatchlings will rule this land."
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get swooped up by a massive adult monster and carried off
get deposited into the eager claws of a much younger looking monster, that is still much larger than you
tfw you realize you were claw-selected to be a shiny new action figure toy for a monster's huge kid
>you probably weren't the first hunter to be kidnapped, and you likely wont be the last
>you find out there are many more like you, all shoved into one shoddy looking "toybox" in the corner of the den
>a motley crew of hunters new and old, and even a few smaller monsters too, all in seemingly rough shape
>before you can get your bearings and get a sense of whats going on, a scaly claw grabs you by your legs and lifts you into the air violently
>as you reel from the whiplash you see them extend out a large finger claw and scratch something into the boot of your leg armor
>if it wasnt for all the blood pooling into your head you would try to make sense of whats going on, but they drop you back into the box before that happens
>"welcome back" says a hunter, wearing a very old and well worn set of rathalos armor
>"dont worry, you've just been marked, same as the rest of us, you belong to them now"
>you remove your boot to examine the sole to see what kind of mark they were talking about
>a single word, that echoes with dread
>"Fatty"
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>ATTENTION IMPORTANT NOTICE
>From: Commander Eichen
>FAO: All Hunters
>RE: Forged Coital Passes
>It has come to our attention that there's been an uptick in the number of forged Interspecies Coital Passes being presented both to hunters and Guild officials. While we appreciate your help in having these forged documents turned in, the fact that are now so many has caused concern among members of the Human-Monster Interrelations Department. This has coincided with the recent increase in the number of palociraptors applying to and being inducted into the Guild and reports from hunters indicate the forged passes are almost entirely from our new friends. Please remember that the passes exist as much for their safety as yours; while regular medical screenings ensure all hunters are treated promptly for any diseases or infections, the same reasoning applies to the medical screenings applied to palociraptors prior to any passes being issued. Treatment can be issued immediately and safely, ensuring their care and comfort. Once cleared, a pass may then be issued.
>While we cannot make specific claims so as not to jeopardise our ongoing investigations, we ask that you advise any palociraptors not to accept passes from anyone, human or monster, that is not a member of the Human-Monster Interrelations Department. Additionally, check that all documents bear both the Guild seal and the HMID stamp, as well as the signature of either Professor Lilian or Doctor Nemm. If any document, pass, or Conjugal Affirmation Certificate does not bear proper markings, they are not official and are therefore not binding under Guild law.
>Remember, the humans and monsters of the HMID are not trying to stymie any applications. Unfortunately, the Department has been unable to clear the recent backlog of new applications and while we're constantly bringing in volunteers to assist, more applications are being made every day.
>If your partner presents a forged pass, we ask that you DO NOT reprimand them; our friends are as much victims in this as you are. Simply bring any such pass to any Guild provost or myself and the matter will be handled discreetly. In the meantime, please remind our new friends that all civilian Guild services are open to them prior to induction.
>As a reminder, there is a minimum waiting period of four days after an Interspecies Coital Pass has been issued before a Permanent Coital Certificate may be issued. However, there is also a significant backlog with this service. In the meantime, your companion may freely request an extension of their Interspecies Coital Pass following a brief medical checkup. These extensions are granted immediately following the medical staff clearing them.
>On a personal note, I know how hard this has been on all of you. I ask that you look at this not as a sign of our newfound friends' character in a negative light but instead as an example of how we made the right choice. Their kind nature is being taken advantage of but only because the bond that's been forged between us is so strong. Remember that. Rely on it. And remember that while you're always subject to Guild regulations, exceptions are granted for extenuating circumstances during quests. Just don't push it too far.
>Thank you for your continued cooperation.
>Signed: Command Eichen
>Co-signed:
>Professor Lilian, Human-Monster Interrelations Department
>Chieftess Tiklik, Seikret Tribe