/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.
>Why are there multiple bins?
Rentry has a 200k character limit.
>I don't see X greentext here, can you include it?
Post a link to it in the general and I'll gladly do so.
Quoted text = context
External links are NOT guaranteed to be worksafe.
MONSTER
Alatreon
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I've always liked the concept of alatreon testing hunters to see if they are worthy of being their mate
>get assigned to elder dragon culling
>part of the blazing star group
>dedicated to hunting alatreons
>surprisingly the hunters of this group aren't really that good at it
>watch 1 by 1 my fellow hunters get frozen, scorched, and zapped
>we were never able to suppress her elemental powers
>run out of healing supplies so farcaster back
>as i dig in the supply chest I hear a distant blast
>as i finally return the hunters i was assigned with are gone
>as I am processing this information, the blazing black twilight herself lands
>she's infused herself ice, and her firey gaze stares me down
>I take my might pill and charge at her with my lance
>hunting her down is no easy feat
>continous trades in hits with the occasional dragon infused trampling as i gulp down more berries
>was able to hurt her pride a little by chipping her horn
>I surprised her by breaking her element but insteading of collapsing she just stared at me
>I was a little stunned because from what i knew I thought breaking a alatreons element temporarily stuns them because it overloads their senses
>instead she prepares her signature attack that she's notoriously known for
>as I cope with my health booster, I realize my shield arm can't take much more
>I get blasted with ice, fire, and electricity all over my body
>I drop to my knees, covered in pain as I watch her slowly descend from the air
>she lands elegantly staring at me yet with those firey eyes
>expecting to be incinerated I close my eyes, accepting my fate
>tried my best but in the end I dont have the strength to carry on by myself
>I focus on the heat surrounding me and realize its kinda cooling up again
>not as cold as her ice elemental phase but..
>its just cool
>open my eyes
>the fires around me fading
>rooms darkening
>her once orange glowing scales drown out to that dark purple dragon element
>she slowly starte to approach me
>the way she sways her tail from left to right is almost mesmerizing when you aren't worried about getting trampled
>as she gets close enough to tower over me, she pushes me down to the floor with her talon
>think she's just gonna rip me to pieces or something
>she begins slashing my garments off with her talons
>or take me whole...
>after ripping my clothes off she looks up at me again and brings her face close down to me
>her beak like nose inches away from my face
>she begins licking my face
>it feels like a big palamute tackled me
>ugh just hurry it up already
>can't I die with some goddamn dignity?
>she begins licking my chest
>this time it didn't feel as weird
>I started to feel a bit worried
>than she moved on to my belly
>oh...
>then she reached towards my... private area
>oh fuck
>her warm toungue starts coiling around my cock and balls and begins massaging them in slobber
>she begins extending and retracting it, flooding me with sensations
>fuuuucccckkkkkkk....
>I dont even know why this is happening
>she retracts her toungue one last time and observes the mess she made on my pulsating lance
>she stares at me with those firey eyes of hers again
>as I try to close my legs together out of embarrassment, she takes her talons and spreads my legs gently before she shoves her maw over my cock
>her tongue instantly coils around my shaft again
>I moan and shudder as I cover my face in absolute embarrassment
>she bobs her head up and down rapidly and the feeling of pleasure only gets better and better
>she makes soft yet violent coos as she slobs on my manhood
>oh god here it comes
>pressure building, nothings stopping it now
>I unload my full burst into her maw
>her toungue still coiling around my shaft ensuring she milks everything she can outta me
>I can't help but start convulsing from the pleasure, bucking my hips and bellowing in pleasure
>I finally relax my muscles and focus on my breathing
>she releases her grip on my shaft and shallows my offering
>once again her face looms over mine and she licks ms
>as i regain my strength, I attempt to situp but she shoves me down into the rocky floor once again
>her purple scales begin glowing brighter and in general it seems like her dragon element is more... pronounced
>you can see as red lightning starts sparking around
>I look at her with concern but... it almost looks like she's smirking at me
>those fire in her eyes aren't hatred... atleast now
>at this moment its pure unfiltered lust
>and she was gonna make sure I knew it
>she begins by walking over me partially
>her hardbone crest passes over me and her soft underbelly looms over me
>her leaky vent was dripping all over my privates
>she would rub her vent on me to try and get my cock up again
>hard to resist that when I can feel the HEAT she's packing in that thing
>its intoxicating
>as my member rises she shoves cola down on me hard and let's me catch my breath
>I wrap my arms around her belly as best as I could because I have no idea what to cling onto anymore
>she begins a steady rhythm up and down my shaft >Surprisingly, I can hear her make some moans as she rides me
>and her depths feel somewhat tight
>christ its like they designed this cloaca for people in mind. >the grunt like moans fill the dark cave
>as she only gets faster, I canl hold myself once more and unleash into her depths with a quivering moan
>even though i came it wasn't enough for her
>she only went faster and I begin struggling a bit
>I can hear her make almost like laughing sounds as she takes advantage me
>overstimulation is flooding my private area and there hasn't been any breaks
>I can only hope she gets tired soon
>she's starting to make moaning sounds herself
>I can feel the air around me fill with energy as the dragon element inside her only gets stronger
>the slams on me occasionally send chills throughout my body
>as I brace myself, she rapidly slams down on me
>my body aching in pleasure I can't help but moan with her
>she slams down one last time, relasing a devastating roar throughout the cave as I also orgasm with her
>the walls around my cock squeeze tightly and I feel the last I had left in my balls paint her walls
>with a loud wet plop, she raises herself off me and licks up my crotch
>she would then walk around and use her talons to make me hug onto her
>I can barely keep my eyes open at this point
>before I drift to inevitable slumber, I can feel her licking my hair
>its the last soothing sensation I felt before falling asleep peacefully with my new alatreon wife
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
Bogabadorumu
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>bog hunter
>The Guild bow to the Bogabadorumu
>rumoured to possess wonky hitboxes
>Controls the Schrade region with an iron but fair fist
>own villages and marinas all over the Old World
>direct descendant of the first wyverian
>will bankroll the first cities on the New World (Astera will be be the first city)
>own basically every charm and decoration rerolling facility on Earth
>first designer babies will be Bogabadorumu Babies
>said to have 200+ spikes
>ancient Troveria scriptures tell of a wyvern who will descend upon the Earth and will bring an era of enlightenment and unprecedented technological progress with them
>They own dragonator R&D labs around the world
>You likely have a Bogabadorumu armor set in your equipment chest right now
>The Bogabadorumu is in regular communication with Dire Miralis, Goldbeard Ceadeus and Alatreon, forwarding the word of Xeno'jiva to the wyverians
>They learned fluent wyverian in under 80 years
>Schrade entrust their crafting materials with Bogabadorumu. There's no Hunter Chest, only Bogabadorumu Chest
>he is 200 years old, from the space-time reference point of the base wyverian.
>In reality, he is a a timeless being existing in all points of time and space from the Bog bang to the end of the universe
>the Bogabadorumu will guide the wyverians into a new age of hunting, crafting and carting
Espinas
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We usually talk about relationships with rath, mizu, velk, legi but I think I would give Espinas a fair shot
Start of the day is slow. She is pinning me with her big head still in deep slumber and as I try to get up she slams me back down with her head and position me back to where I was. Stuck laying there until finally she decides to wake up. We both get washed up at the nearby waterfall and begin finding toads for breakfast. With my dextorous hands I also help collect the hazardous elements of each toad to help with hunting in the future. After getting a good breakfast it was time to get ready for the first nap of the day. We slept for 30 minutes before going back to the waterfall to get a drink of water before falling asleep again. A couple of hours after noon we would get up to do some lazy fishing on the beach side. What we like to do is attach some rope on a bunch of hooks and toss em in the water. The espinas would go to sleep and as soon as the fish begin biting and try to pull away, she would eventually yank her head in her sleep and pull em all in. Its lazy but it allows us to fit one last nap before lunch. Finally we reach dinner time where we collect some mushrooms to make a nice stew with some skewered king Marlin. Its a healthy and hearty meal that we both enjoy. As we eat the sunset is in view and we watch the beauty of the colorful red sky together. As we finish its time to conclude the day. With all of the naps we took we have too much energy to begin sleeping so it was time for devious shenanigans. Usually I start with petting her jawline so I can get her to lie on her side so then I can rub her big belly, which really gets her into the mood. After enough attention was given to her belly rubs it was time to access her slit. Her needy huffing moans surround me as I let my arm explore her insides and use my other to rub her belly some more.
Although she likes when I take initiative despite being a lazy monster she has two priorities: mandatory naps, and being the last one ontop. Inevitably I was at some point gonna end up with my back on the sand eventually, so as I reach a little more deeper inside her I notice its gone a bit quiet and as I turn my head to look at her face, she sprays me paralysis toad gas that I collected from earlier. As my muscles lock up and I try to stop wobbling all over the ground, she begins to rip the rest of my garments off and starts attacking my little lance with her gargantuan toungue. She makes sure to coat my entire underhalf with slobber as she fully coats my cock and balls in saliva. As she's sucking away my muscles begin to recover but the sudden paralysis threw all my energy away and I just continue laying in the sand trying to hold in my moans. She seems upset at the fact im not expressing myself more as she tries to speed up. As the sensitivity increases, I at this point can't help myself and cave into the pleasure, letting my moans out puts a big evil smile on her face as she begins positioning her cola over my cock. As she slams herself down on me i can see her wagging her big flail of a tail around knocking sand all over the place, burying my clothes, bags, and the fire I had setup. As I approach my first climax I attempt to hug her belly as much as I can with a soothing coo as I pump my essence inside her. After I collapse back onto the ground, she slams down faster on me and I lay down being unable to do anything. As she grunts quickens her pace, she let's out little warbles when she gets close. As I moan my ass off while struggling on the ground, she let's out a loud roar causing me to flinch and hold my ears as her walls begin to clamp on my lil lance, causing me to burst one more time. As her roar fades she fully collapses on me, her belly basically suffocating me like a giant waterbed fell on me. She quickly moves off me and positions her head over my chest again so I could give her little headpats as we both begin to fall asleep ending the day so we can begin the next one again tomorrow
Izuchi
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Describe what exactly? His [Izuchi's] tight hole, hotter than any subservient felyne, sliding up and down your cock or the 2 tons of scaly ass pinning you to the ground to ensure you pay the "toll"? You'd probably melt into a sweaty mess as you hugged his tail to keep him from lifting too far off your cock. So yeah it'd be kinda warm.
Imagine being a new merchant and having no clue how to pay the “toll” that the izuchi’s insist you owe them
>get home after long day of rebuilding trade carts
>a certain izuchi has been destroying them by the dozen along the trade route
>hours of refining and smoothing out wedges in the middle of winter
>wind chill penetrating my winter gear all day long
>dont even care about making a proper dinner
>just shove a couple of rations and collapse into my bed
>freezing cold due to no fire so snuggle in 4 layers of blankets
>hard to sleep
>try to force my eyes clothes
>oh hhhuunnnntteeerrrr!
>eyes painfully open to see an izuchi at the end of my bed flaunting his ass
>the same izuchi responsible for destroying so many trade carts...
>I know you've had a very long day doing whatever you hunters do but...
>I found out you are the one responsible for having so many of those merchants traveling through without paying the toll
>so now you must pay a portion of everyone's toll
>oh but you don't have to worry about paying with food or headpats no-no-no you can do that
>the way your gonna pay the toll tonight is giving yourself to me
>what?
>as i scratch my head contemplating what he's trying to ask, he immediately rips my blankets off my bed and starts clawing at my clothes
>before I could start panicking he shoves one of his talons on my chest to stop me
>shhhhhh calm down, your too exhausted to fight back
>Initially I was looking at his face the whole time but as I look down, I realize his fully extended shaft and swinging plumped balls swinging around
>I also realize im freezing to death
>the freezing air and the implications are starting to sink in and my entire body begins to shutter
>the zucchini finally makes it to my belt and slices it in two
>if one last rip, he throws the rest of my pants off
>immediately he hops off me and the bed and starts exploring my crotch with his tongue
>his little dexterous tongue coils around my semi hard cock
>it feels really good and I can't help but grunt a little
>w-why are you doing this?
>with one last slow lick among my tip, he releases his tongues grip on my cock
>you really are tired huh?
>dont worry about anything, I can explain in the morning
>for now focus on this feeling my little hunter
>as he finishes talking, he once again flaunts his ass towards me but this time he's grinding it against my shaft
>the warmth coming from his body is almost intoxicating and inviting
>can't help my cock consistently twitching from this feeling
>after a few more rubs he positions my cock to the entrance of his ass
>I can tell your excited just from that grinding
>just you wait until you feel this!
>he slowly inserts your cock into his ass
>I folded and finally started to moan in pleasure
>his walls squeezing at me
>the sensations of his heat on my cock feels like its wrapped by a nice hot towel
>his plump balls resting on mine
>by the sapphire star I never felt anything like this in my life
>heh... losing yourself to me already? Good. We're just getting started though so try and hold on
>he begins a steady pace going up and down my shaft
>his balls lightly slapping mine in the process
>occasionally feel him clench, making him feel even tighter
>he has one eye constantly looking back at me
>my steady breaths become forced pants as I get closer
>the steady pace starts ramping up
>hastened ball slaps ensue
>his tail wagging around being careful not to scratch out an eye
>the pleasure was getting to me I needed to hold onto something
>I snatch his tail and start hugging it
>he was into it
>he carefully wrapped the rest of your tail around your neck
>hah... looks like I got you now hunter
>no where else to run...
>the warmth and fluffy feeling of the tail alone makes me feel so euphoric
>please dont stop
>he makes a little evil grin after I told him that and pulls out
>with a big wet plop, all of the warmth is gone
>im left in my blanketless bed freezing
>why did you stop?
>did you forget? I still need need my payment satisfied
>if you want company for the rest of the night your gonna atleast have to do something for me
>and I know just the thing you can do to satisfy my demands
>he then jumps up on the bed somehow surprising me again
>after flinching I look up to see his leaky cock right in front of my face
>I hesitate before realizing what was expected from me
>I start by licking the tip of his cock before indulging a little further
>soon I start up a rhythm, gently sucking his throbbing cock
>he makes soft coos and murmuring as I progress down his shaft
>notice his tail wagging around this time wildly cutting my bed to shreds
>gogdammit I dont care its about time I get a new one anyway
>needed to do something to put that stress away as I suck his cock
>idea.mp4
>reach over to his balls and start squeezing them like stress balls
>his gentle coos upgraded to gasping yips
>see his legs start to tremble
>hes really REALLY into it now
>free some pre leak down my throat
>at this point going all in
>his yips eventually turn to moans as he's getting closer and closer
>notice he's barely able to stand anymore
>surprise him by kicking out his leg and flipping him over
>shocked at first but now see him kicking his legs out in pleasure
>it like he can't control himself
>hes extremely close
>suck him down as fast as I can
>the izuchi lets out his wailing roar as I attempt to fully suck his own cock but quickly pull off
>so much cum went down my throat I felt like I was drowning
>resort to massaging it as he releases
>his head is fully thrown back and his body doesn't stop convulsing
>as I continue cranking his shaft im covered in his warmth from the front
>from what i did suck up i also feel nice and warm in the inside
>his orgasm finally comes to around close
>he gently lifts up his head to admire my work
>clearing my throat I look back at him with a grin
>looks like I've satisfied your toll well enough with how you folded so easily to my work
>now it looks like you own me something and that's a new bed and a set of clothes
>you can pay me by not destroying anymore carts for the next couple of months and if you do maybe ill share some rations with you after work
>that same evil grin from before shows up on his face
>I started sweating a little and wonder what he's planning
>I feel his tail wrap around my leg and as soon as I look down at it I have two talons on my shoulder slamming me down into my bed
>he has a lot more energy than what he displays
>his face inches away, his dark orange eyes staring into my own
>my dear sweet little hunter... how cute that you think I would be defeated so easily...
>you might've surprised me with those few moves from earlier but you only drained me partially
>I still hunger for more of you
>and now I know a different way you can pay the toll
>luckily for you, you can deposit it right into my tailhole
>i feel him grinding on my cock again like the first time
>he takes his tongue and makes a circle like motion on my cheek
>as Im quickly overwhelmed with sensations, he quickly shoves his ass down on my shaft once more
>both of us moaned together as he works up a quick rhythm already
>he slams up and down again and again
>I look down to see his cock still leaking on my chest but he quickly grabs my chin and forces my head up
>focus on me my little hunter. I want you to remember my snout for the rest of your life
>as he slams down, I begin to focus
>thats when I feel the immense warmth of his body finally caressing me, making me feel protected... feel loved
>his warm walls squeezing my shaft in pleasure
>its so much
>before I was freezing to death in bed with 4 layers of sheets but now im sweating and panting like im having a heat stroke
>just like him from earlier I can't help but also buck my legs and start convulsing
>my entire body is being overwhelmed with these sensations and soon im gonna-
>the izuchi knew i was close again but instead of getting off me, he slams down like his life depends on it
>can't hold back anymore
>fuccckkk here it comes...
>I release my built up load from earlier all into his hole
>I feel him clench to help milk my cock
>my load coats his walls in white
>there's so much coming out its leaking onto my legs and clothes
>as i moan my ass off, the izuchi grabs my face and makes a deep passionate kiss with me
>we explored each other's mouths as I continue my orgasm
>finally my orgasm ends
>with another wet plop, he pulls off of me and circles around my body
>you won't be needing any pillows and blankets tonight hunter
>you only need me
>and you will only use me until the toll is paid
>huh... well I guess thats never getting paid
>the izuchi smiles and caresses my body, both our shafts pressing onto each other
>he gives me one last kiss before we both pass out into each other's arms and finally end the night.
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.
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{Unbirth}
>palico keeps coming back to camp fully drenched in musky liquid
>he tries to be sneaky and won't ever tell you what happened
>follow him one day to uncover the mystery
>find him between the legs of a bound legiana
>observe in dark fascination as he crawls into her entrance, the spasming monster moaning and bucking the further he goes
>she finally clenches her legs together violently in a body wrecking orgasm
>her belly is bulging slightly, and you can tell from the movement that he's not idling inside
>legiana finally notices you, and immediately present herself to you, her eyes begging for more
>you first go and inspect her bulge, faint squelshes coming from inside
>after enough whimpers you finally go to her crotch and tend to her puffy vulva, grabbing, rubbing and licking anything in reach
>the spasming legiana suddenly bucks again and her entrance starts noisily leaking fluid
>your palico's head emerges right in front of you
>a brief exchange confirms that you're both huge degenerates
>he gets out and spread her entrance again, telling you to go in
>the legiana keeps glancing at you, apprehension on her face, but lust as well
>it's a tight fit but you manage to get your whole body in there, her lips smacking together as your feet go fast them
>the more you squirm, the more she squeezes, the omnipresent musk filling both your lungs and brain
>you're finally compacted into some sort of sack, her egg chamber if you remember your anatomy lessons right
>her heartbeat, slimy squeezing flesh and musky air are now your whole world
>her moans and begging whimpers echo through you, your squirms overstimulating her
>you finally give her some respite by shifting and crawling back, stopping when your torso is halfway out
>you relax a bit as she lays with her head on the ground, eyes unfocused and breathing heavily
>your palico smirks at you, and tell you to enjoy yourself as he leaves to go back to camp
>you relax for a bit as her slimy walls continue lightly squeezing you
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{Mawplay}
>be Azurian rider
>was captured by Vermeil scums
>currently spending the night in one of their outpost, will probably be shipped to their lands tomorrow
>have both my hands and legs attached with metal chains
>Legi, my Legiana, is tightly bound with ropes next to me
>thankfully these idiots didn't search me properly and missed my boot knife
>I can free Legi but I'll still have my arms and legs bound
>thankfully she'll be smart enough to pick me up in her talons and carry me home
>as I finish going through the thick rope, it visibly loosens but Legi doesn't make a move
>I look at her expectantly, but she just turns her head and open wide
>her hot and damp breath washes over me
>turns out she had another idea in mind to carry me
>I shimmy next to her massive talons and elbow them a few times, but she insists
>the guards suddenly raise a light and we're both exposed
>no time to think, I dive into her maw and land against her tongue
>she gets up and take off in a swift move, with me pressed against her palate
>have my head only centimeters from her throat, the wind of her heavy breaths both cooling my sides and forcing her air into my lungs
>we spend a few minutes like this, the scream from the outpost slowly fading away
>she starts relaxing a little and stops pressing me as hard with her tongue
>she finally lands after a while and drops me to the ground, just when I started getting used to the smell
>we try our damnest but there's no removing my bindings
>I point at her talons again but she just stares with drool at the corner of her mouth
>...it wasn't that bad the first time, I guess
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.
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>you remember a time when Tama, the adopted mizutsune residing near your village, could fit around your neck like a wiggly soapy scarf
>he grew up a fair bit since then, which despite keeping other monsters away, also worried the elders a fair bit
>rumors said that despite their usual shy behaviors, male mizus often turned aggresive all of a sudden
>you prayed that Tama would stay the same as ever
>you couldn't bear the thought of him turning on you
>when he disappeared one day you immediately feared the worst
>there were no traces of him around his usual nest so you started scouring the forest
>it was only days later that you found him, visibly exhausted and agitated
>you feared the worst when he leaped toward you
>but he ended up burrying his snout inside your shirt
>the way he kept huffing, his tongue darting out to taste your chest, looking at you straight in the eyes awakened something in you
>you were powerless to resist anyway as he tore into your pants, turning his attention toward your crotch
>a few minutes of his ministrations was all it took before you finished straight into his waiting maw
>his hunger wasn't satisfied though
>the next thing you know, you were holding his throbing tapered cock in your arms
>his humps were doing most of the work but you contributed by licking and squeezing as best as you could
>a few whimpers signaled he reached his peak, followed by the flow of his essence erupting a few centimeters from your face
>his massive chest rose and fell over you while his rod slowly retreated back into his body
>the nuzzling that followed finished to convince you that you want it all to happen again and again
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>be gen z hunter
>luv me phone
>one of my hunts with a mizutsune is a horrible failure resulting in a triple cart
>go home feeling broken and tired
>wake up the next day to find out my phone was covered in bubbles and water
>have to pay a hefty sum just to even get it looked at
>power supply is fucked but storage can be salvaged
>take it easy by doing some relatively low rank hunts just to get the funding needed
>after a day finally get my phone back
>what the fuck happened?
>everything on my phone is replaced with mizutsune icons and sounds
>every spam phonecall I get from the scarlet forest always plays mizutsune theme
>Constant ad pop-ups for hunter cock enhancing pills and pineapple products
>get new apps that I never knew existed
>my camera is always active and pictures get sent to a unknown source every few minutes
>guild squad doesnt even know how this is possible and recommends i just get a upgrade
>to poor to afford a new phone
>mizusutsune quest i failed has been posted again
>this phone also comes with a "Tama Tracer" so maybe after these past few hunts im ready to take on this mizutsune
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>wake up in monster sized bed
>my mizu wife cuddling with me delicately
>get up and dress in my casual leather set
>start walking up towards the basin of the cave
>hear mizu wife slithering over with her soapy body blocking me from progressing
>well well well would you look at that anon
>it seems like both me and you are right under some mistletoe
>I look up to see a giant branch filled with what looks to be mistletoe nailed in by a giant wooden stake
>I think you know what that means anon...
>she taps one of her soapy talons on my chest while cradling my head
>before I could even speak up my mouth gets engorged by banana flavored toungue, which soon goes down my throat
>trying not to gag attempt to relax myself and hold back my tears as best as I can
>I can see her try to be delicate with me, backing out her toungue when she's to excessive
>I settle into the flow and get my focus back
>I pet her the top of her snout and she gives out a little purr like sound
>she eventually breaks from the kiss and licks my face before helping me stand up
>as i adjust and clear my throat of excessive slobber, I wipe my mouth and stare at her
>you really know how to surprise me on Christmas with your little tricks huh?
>now I guess I know where those stakes went missing from last week
>she giggles
>oh anon... because of you im so motivated enough to think of fun things to do in the cave
>you should see what I've done in the kitchen
>oh? Something new?
>I go to the kitchen area of the cave
>huh I dont really see anyt-
>I look up again
>oh n-
>immediately tackled
>yeah well I guess thats what I get for being so dense
>something tells me every christmas is gonna have mandatory kisses and cuddles everyday
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!
Palico/Felyne
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>be meowster chef
>assigned to serve a rookie hunter
>relatively easy meals to prep and cook
>one day hunter brings in a monster
>tells me that she's with him now and I will need to cook for her
>now i have to go out everyday in a cart with 3 apprentice palicos to get a family dinner worth of ingredients just to feed a hunter and a monster
>the food itself is fine but the cleanup and shopping is killing me
>can't even get enough sleep because I wake up to the creaking of wood and muffled monster roars
>complain to the hunter that to accommodate his needs I would need other chefs to assist and take my place
>get told that he's only able to afford me and can't be bothered to fine anyone else
>can't leave and find another hunter because the guild will act like I can't even handle a low time hunter
>explain to a guild representative to maybe get something that might help me
>all I get is a headstar chef that yells at me because I took a extra second longer to prep
>I am also responsible in feeding the headstar chef for his assitance
>go to bed knowing someday I'll get my much needed promotion to get me out of this hell
Plesioth
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>be hunter
>hunting down some plesioths
>forgot to equip my sleep gear
>oh shi-
>get nibbled and fall fast asleep
>passed out so hard I only see darkness
>wake up drooling, naked, covered in some slimy substance, and pressed up against the plesioths belly in a dark mossy cave
>can't get out because its holding me close with its big wing like fins
>its head bolts up to look at me and begins licking my face
>can't fully block its frantic licking with my hands as it continues to lick before it nuzzles me
>it then begins to roll over and now im completely trapped between the floor and the plesioth
>atleast the moss from the cave acts like a good cushion to rest on
>the plesioth makes these cute little snores as it sleeps
>soon I to fall in deep slumber to the peaceful snores
>hopefully im not stuck here for to long
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
Quematrice
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>discover chickens get hypnotized when you draw a line in front of their head
>hey what if it worked on a quematrice too
>you giggle as you tell your giant scaly buddy you want to show him something
>his pupils dilate and he stares intensely at your work as you displace the sand in front of him
>all his movements stop, his tail flopping to the ground
>he's truly hypnotized, you make sure he isn't faking it by shoving him a few times
>you smirk as even pushing a finger up his nostril doesn't snap him out of it
>well enough fun, time to bring him back
>you erase the line with your foot
>he doesn't react
>oh
>now you start to panic a bit
>it's not like you're in a safe position right now, there's a rathian flying overhead and a pack of talioth lazing in the sun a little further away
>you get more and more worried as minutes pass, your big friend still paralyzed
>as you debate if you should poke him in the eye or not, he finally blinks and inhales sharply
>asks you what you wanted to show him
>you stammer that it was nothing, it must have gotten away
>you hug his snout a little too eagerly as he looks at you confused
Rathalos
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{Mawplay}
>after a night of heavy drinking, you spilled the beans and confessed to your rathalos buddy that you have a vore fetish
>he said nothing at the time, and after sobering up you are embarrassed as fuck
>thankfully, he makes no mention of it
>must have been drunk enough to forget, phew
>until out of nowhere after meeting up with him, he asks if you're still up for it
>you don't even have time to answer as he opens up his maw wide in front of you
>strands of saliva drop on his tongue as his throat undulates with wet sounds
>warm exhales wash over you
>bad day to forget your stun resistance decos
>he takes the initiative as his tongue snakes between your leg, lifting you gently and carrying you inside
>you're jolted out of your stupor and start undressing, throwing all clothes outside
>you can't help but hug, hump and caress the fleshy muscle while making out with every surface in reach
>it doesn't take long until you're overwhelmed and blow your load
>after calming down he presses you against his palate and gulps heavily, giving you a perfect view of the action
>then he drops you gently on the grass and licks his lips
>says that was an interesting experience, and that perhaps you could explore his body further another day with his mate too
>wink and fly away
>you're left there dumbstruck, your legs weak and covered in spit
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>You've been sent to hunt down a rare species that was spotted near to Kokoto Village
>The local guild and village elder deemed the proximity of the monster too dangerous for travelling merchants and villagers
>So they gave you authorization for slaying or capturing and relocation of the monster
>You guessed it was a Silver Rathalos judging by witnesses' accounts
>So you head to the nearest camp to the Forest and Hills, armed with the best Master Rank armor you set up, alongside your Sword and Shield
>After setting up camp and turning in for tonight, you set out first thing in the morning
>Other than your supply blox tilted down and probably stolen by Melynx, but you chalked it up as coincedence and maybe tightening the lock on the damn box
>You headed to a popular nesting spot for Raths and found no Rathalos of any kind
>Roaming around the forest, fighting off Velociprey and Melynxes, you found nothing
>Time was running short as the sun began to set, so you decide to head back to camp and try searching again tomorrow
>However, when you tried to stay awake, just incase one of the thieving black cats tried their luck, you felt a large presence land in the center of your safe camp
>You bring up your weapons while wearing only your underwear, peaking out of the tent
>There it was, a Silver Rathalos, rummaging at your camp supplies
>Though what caught your attention was its size
>It was a sure miniature gold crown silver rathalos
>This one was a rare find, and you were determined to hunt it down
>You planned on throwing a paint bomb to track it down afterwards
>But it turned around, it faced you and you swore he looked surprised
>It dropped whatever it was carrying on his mouth and flew away in a panic
>Now that was unusual
>Normally they would roar and you were in for a fight
>But the Silver Rathalos would just fly away, like a timid little Apceros
>Taking a look on what it was rummaging, you found it took some of your underwear
>You wonder why of all things did it rummage around for your clothes
>Maybe because you smelled like food?
>You did eat a lot before you started the hunt, but you're not that much of a slob
>After fixing up your camp and finally putting on some armor, you head to the general direction of where the Silver Rathalos headed
>You had to move deeper into the forest, since you saw bits of silver scales dropped into the trail.
>After a few hours, with the hot sun looming down on you on the humid forest floor, you found what you were looking for
>In the most awkward way possible
>There, on a small nest that could only fit one monster, laid the Silver Rathalos on his back
>One wing claw, digging into his cloaca with his cock just above twitching needily
>You just sat there within the bushes as the wyvern pleasured himself
>Taking a second look, you also notice how ridiculously lithe this Rathalos was
>Compared to the broad bodied and thick musculature built for challenging alphas and claiming territories
>This one was almost smaller, like a young chick, almost comically thin
>Though his legs are surprisingly thick, like a Rathian
>You crawl closer as you hear his high pitched scream echoing out to the forest
>Until your hand lands on a branch, giving you away
>The Silver Rathalos stopped his ministrations and snapped his head towards you
>You stopped right at your tracks as the two of you stared at each other for a hot minute
>You expected him to suddenly fly away or get angry at you invading his home
>Instead he croaked and looked away, like he'd been caught doing something naughty
>He pulled his wing away, letting his throbbing cock present front and center
>You steadily walk towards the wyvern as you observed his posture
>Eyes looking away and towards you haphazardly, licking its maw as he wiggled his cock, his clawed feat curling in anticipation
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>there weren't that many guardians anymore
>whatever happened at the dragontorch was making them pop out a lot more than usual, more aggressive too
>now that it's over all the berserk ones were taken care of and the rest are way more elusive
>you could still see some when they came to feed in the wylk pools but they immediately left afterwards
>which means Wyveria was mostly peaceful, fine by me
>mission of the day was transcribing some random scribbles on the walls of the lower floor
>just busy work for someone of my skills
>as I finished I grabbed all my tools and turned around
>only to come face to snout with a guardian rathalos' big stupid head
>thing managed to sneak up on me despite weighting 15 tons
>only thing I could do was let out an undignified yelp and fall on my ass
>strangely the monster didn't move at all for a few long seconds
>just staring at me with his big black eyes
>then he simply pushed his big nose against my chest and stayed there, like a palico asking for pets
>I was so stunned I put my hands on his chin and rubbed
>it was hard to tell but I think he closed his eyes just a tiny bit
>after a while I got up and he let me shimmy back to the hallway behind
>I didn't dare turn around but his stomps were not discreet anymore
>I finally got back to my tent, where he just sat in front when I disappeared from view
>I spent a while wondering what I should do when I heard him whimpering
>which immediately ceased when I poked my head out
>it was cute in a way
>trusting my judgement I left with him in tow and managed to reach the Keeper's village
>while he stayed at the entrance scaring everyone, the Keepers told me they did that kind of stuff before they went mad when Arkveld did its rampage years ago
>they chose someone to bond with and guarded them, hence the name
>guess I have a guardian angel now
Rathian
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[...]are anthros really affected like feral monsters by heat/rut? Or are they only using it as an excuse to get in their favorite hunter's pants?
>you push open the tent flaps with a tired hand, only to be greeted by yet another anthro in your bunk.
>"Oh, woe is me!" the hybrid rathian half says, half moans. "To think I would get trapped in a moment of weakness like this by a virile hunter~"
>you're pretty sure the naked gal in front of you isn't even from the maintenance team, but a wild anthro that sneaked there.
>you sigh heavily, the girl suddenly freezing at your reaction, or rather, the lack of it.
>"I-I mean, again, I'm overwhelmed by my heat, and c-can't help myself...?" she stammers, looking you up and down.
>a groan escapes your lips, and you sit heavily next to her, staggering her for a moment.
>"Look. It was a lot to take in the first time, but by now I'm kind of tired of it all. "
>Her silence is deafening, only interrupted by her claws clicking against the wooden boards as she shuffles her feet around.
>After enough time went by to make it largely uncomfortable, you finally lift your head to look at her in the eyes.
>"You know, you can just ask if you want a quick woo, no need to put on an act."
>A single "uh" leaves her lips, until after a few long seconds, she finally manages to form a complete sentence.
>"Do... do you want to mate with me?"
>You know what, it was a long day. Maybe it'll help relieve some stress.
>"Sure."
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{Vore}
Your rath wife wants to leave the locale, get in.
>Muttering irritably, you climb into your Rath's mouth
>She's pretty big for a Rath, but even if she was a gold crown she'd still be too small for you to fit completely into her mouth
>You have to sort of shove yourself into the back of her throat using her teeth for leverage
>Once you've managed to squeeze your shoulders through crushingly tight aperture, she tilts her head back as she tries to gulp you down
>The muscles roughly grip and tug, yanking you downwards until enough of you has been pulled into the depths for her to get a firm grip on you
>You're dragged slowly down until your feet are finally enveloped by the folds of her throat
>The journey deeper is halted shortly after
>A slight widening of the space in her throat that you usually get stuck in; the vestigial remains of what was likely once a crop in her species' history
>You have to force your hands deeper down her esophagus, until your fingers breach the sphincter holding her stomach closed and grip it to pull yourself through
>The last few feet of throat guides you into your final destination as you're pushed out into the comparatively spacious cavity of her stomach
>You had to go in headfirst, so you're upside down and it's still too cramped to right yourself
>You're firmly squeezed by her abdominal muscles as she puts all of her body into launching herself into the sky
>Thankfully her horizontal flight position lets the blood flow back out of your brain
>You sigh inside of her
>Maybe you should have gotten a bigger wife...
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Would monsters think dressing up like them is attractive, or repulsive? Similar idea to using weapons/wearing armor made from their kind.
>Be a hunter who won over the devoted heart of a Rathian
>She's a wonderful partner
>If a bit strange at times
>The sun has set
>She's waiting in the nest for you
>Your Queen has made it clear that she wants to make it a special night
>With the you-know-what
>Even though it makes you feel rather awkward, it makes her happy
>For that reason alone, it's worth it
>After spending several minutes in careful preparation, you're ready to present yourself to your mate
>Rounding a corner that brings you into view of the nest
>You catch sight of her, already lying down on her back in the middle of the nest, spread out and waiting for you
>And in turn, she catches sight of you
>Wearing only the finest in Felyne craftslynship
>A full body suit sewn from cloth, providing you the semblance of a Rathalos
>Or at least a rather small, disproportionate and somewhat uncanny Rathalos
>With two oversized, paw-painted beads for eyes
>Regardless, you immediately hear your beloved Rathian let out a deep, rumbling growl of appreciation
>The kind of sound you can feel in your bones
>The kind of sound that never fails to make your heart beat faster, and send a chill down your spine in the thrill of the moment
>Getting into character, you hunch over slightly, flap your "wings" a bit, and a put a little stomp into your steps as you swagger over to the nest
>As she watches you approach, you'd almost swear that you can see a fresh gush of fluids coming from her slit
>Though admittedly, it's hard to see in the dim light and the section of mesh in the neck that you're forced to see out of
>It's going to be a long night...
Rey Dau
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{Mawplay}
>your rey dau mate have been sniffing and rubbing against you a lot lately
>like, a LOT a lot
>you decided to surprise her by using some perfume since she seems to care about smells so much
>you arrive at her nest while she's busy sunbathing
>at your approach, she lazily yawn before sharply whipping her head toward you
>she sits there unmoving for a few seconds
>you don't have time to wonder if it really was a good idea before she leaps
>a heavy paw rests on you while she gives you the most intense sniffing session of your life
>followed closely by the most intense rubbing and tongue bath session, tearing away your clothes in the process
>you're still half way inside her maw when she growls, asking why you got rid of her sent
>can't even answer as her tongue invades your mouth
>you're guessing this will be followed by a rough mating to properly mark you again, probably with some spelunking involved
>not the worst day of your life all things considered
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>A lot happened since last report. The most interesting event was the discovery of a new sapient monster in the Windward Plains; what makes it peculiar is the fact that this is also the first encounter with this species.
>Said monster is a large wyvern of yellow colouration, specialising in absorbing electric energy and using it to throw long range bolts of lightning. The villagers of Kunafa call the species "Rey Dau", and the individual has been dubbed "Somult".
>Somult is female, of timid nature that doesn't match the aggressiveness an apex of her species should have had. As said in a previous report, the region is regularly covered in lightning storms from which she is immune, which allowed her to thrive since rivals were taken care of through natural means.
>Somult was already in contact with the village of Kunafa before our arrival and was worshipped as a guardian deity. Since she can't fit in the recess the village is in, she mostly interacted when groups of villagers were sent out to gather resources.
>Somult confided to us that she wishes she could interact with the Seikrets the villagers keep as mounts, but the lowly bird wyverns get far too nervous in her presence. Researcher Samin proposed to try and raise Seikrets in her nest, which she readily agreed to, but the logistic of this task will need to be considered before an attempt is made.
>As usual from sapient monsters that grew in the wild, she was suffering from deep loneliness due to the lack of interaction from similar minded kin. This was mitigated by her bond with Kunafa, but measures have been taken to provide regular contacts with humans: researchers that were found to have the best affinity with her were assigned to a camp near her nest.
>Other than that, she confirms having sighted a monster matching the description of the White Wraith in the distance near the Scarlet Forest, without interacting with it. No other information to report regarding the elusive monster.
>The lightning storm villagers have been warning us about has finally started. It's truly impressive how violent the weather can be, and some of us thing it isn't entirely natural.
>Somult is right in her element though, and has tremendously helped our field teams by sheltering them under her bulk when the weather got particularly bad. Curiously, she also seems to be able to sense where lightning will strike. Researcher Ferdinand requested to study her biology, but that has been postponed for now to not spook her. We'll see after some time has passed.
>She seems to be very social for her ecological niche, but told us that it isn't the case for others of her kind. She hatched much further in the forbidden lands and wandered for a while before settling here. None of our scout have reported the presence of any other Rey Dau so far.
>Kufana villagers report she is much more lively than before too. Researchers at her nest are taking turn reading books to her, as she can't turn the pages by herself and seem to like the company anyway.
>The Uth Duna incident has us all on edge though. Now that we have confirmation that the White Wraith is real and aggressive, most units are patrolling the forest trying to find traces of its passage and get some clues on where it might be.
>Somult reported seeing glimpses of the monster through the storm, but none of our ground teams have been able to confirm it. Still, considering what it did to the apex of the forest, she requested assistance as she thinks she might be its next target. We can't spare any unit today, but when Avis comes back this evening they will be ordered to set camp at her nest. Just in case.
>Terrible news. Somult was assaulted right after the previous report, two days ago. The storm was raging outside and the scouts didn't hear anything. It was the Avis team, while returning from the forest, that noticed lightning bolts shooting from her nest.
>They hurried there and discovered her clashing with the White Wraith. She was badly beaten up and prevented from fleeing by the monster. While the Avis unit was wholly unprepared for a fight, they did their best to distract it and open a path for her to escape, but in vain.
>The fight ended with it strangling her using its chain-like appendages, while seemingly absorbing her electric charge in the process. The White Wraith then left without attacking further, having itself suffered several wounds in the encounter. Blood samples have been collected, with their analysis underway.
>Somult was thought to have been killed in the fight, but rose after being hit by lightning strikes from the still-raging storm. She acted distressed for a few seconds before fleeing into the storm as well.
>Due to the weather, we couldn't launch a rescue operation until the next day, where she was found unconscious in the dunes nearby.
>She is now in our care at base camp, in the training area. She lost a large quantity of blood, got many torn off scales and a few fractures, thankfully none of them in her wings.
>I suspect the White Wraith can absorb the energy of its prey somehow through its appendages, which would explain why it is targeting only the strongest monsters it encounters. Hopefully that may mean Somult will recover after regenerating her internal reserves.
>I made a mistake by postponing studying her biology, as that would have allowed us to gauge the effectiveness, or danger, of our potions and medicines. I can only hope the current treatments are enough. She still hasn't woken up.
>Somult finally woke up three days after her arrival. She was still extremely weak and had to be looked after by medical staff.
>For future reference, her reactions to medicine are similar to individuals in the Rath family, with the exception that anything made with dash extract should be avoided due to her electric affinity. This suggests a close ancestry.
>While her injuries are no longer critical, she is in no state to go back outside. She is currently still "nestridden" in the training area, alternating between a few hours awake at most to several hours of sleep.
>Everyone that couldn't venture outside main camp went and met her now, researchers most of all. She looks happy about the attention. Cooks not as much, as she is eating a large part of our reserves.
>If there's one good thing that came out of this disaster, it's that she got her wish of interacting with seikrets. A group of chicks housed in the research tent wandered into her area, ending with them perching on her horns. She didn't mind.
>She will probably be able to leave in the next few days if her condition continues improving. She might have become too comfortable too, as she asked about taking with her the sandbags we used as pillows for her while she was unconscious.
>She also proposed repaying us by hunting to replenish our pantry and scouting the region, which will be a great boon for our overextended workforce.
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{Transformation}
Imagine waking up one day as a living railgun.
>you're a Rey-Dau now
>vegetables give you a stomach ache and meat fills you but doesnt entirely satisfy
>you have to import Fulgurite from the new world to add as a sort of dietary supplement
>its tasteless but each chunk somehow both relaxes you and feels like a jolt of caffeine
>it even sticks to your arms for easy access, but you have to constantly remind yourself to ground before you hug someone, otherwise they get a little static shock.
>using your railgun takes a lot out of you, so much so that if you ever push yourself to fire at maximum power it feels like you've gone a few days without sleep after the recoil pains hit afterwards.
>you've also awakened to a sort of "electromagnetism sense" using your horns like a divining rod, sort of like seeing the lines of ki coming off someones body but for objects instead
>your topaz colored scales are entirely resistant to electricity, a strong current passing through you feels like walking through water, a cable normally containing multiple gigajoules can strike you and it would feel like someone running their finger down your back
>your talons took some getting used to and you miss wearing shoes but at the same time your pads are so thick you feel like you're always wearing shoes even though you arent, at least they're easy to clean.
>your massive armored tail is more rigid than you thought, it feels like someone stretched out your spine and glued a tree trunk to the end of it, you have to be very mindful where it swings when it has a "mind of its own" moment
>your back also got a massive workout too, the membrane on your wings feels like you've always got a blanket draped over yourself but you can flap and glide for hours on end, no more arm focus days..
>last but not least your cloaca, you cant lie and say it isnt more convenient compared to your old bits, but it presents its own challenges when most toilets are incompatible with your new biology..
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.
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{Mawplay}
Luckily my girl seems to enjoy her teethbrushing sessions, I only wish she wouldn't get bones stuck in her throat so often. I swear that half the time, I can't even find anything when reaching inside and she just starts purring with a needy look on her face.
She's kinda scary when doing that, so I'm glad an arm is apparently the largest thing she can fit in there.....right?
>Seikret's gaze riveted on you as your arm sinks deeper and deeper
>patiently letting you do the work as she sits there
>you can feel her hot breath from the unobstructed breathing hole at her throat's entrance
>the underside of her neck bulging from your arm's presence
>no traces of any gag reflex whatsoever
>a hint of a smile at the corner of her beak
>you stop after your elbow is out of view, clearly that "bone" is stuck too far
>she won't accept it though, and with a swallow more powerful that you could have imagined, your upper arm along with your shoulder is gone too
>you feel the pinpricks of her teeth against your clavicle, the tip of her beak pressing into your neck
>her jaw wide open with her tongue resting against your armpit
>it doesn't rest for long, as soon the large muscle slides around, covering the side of your chest in slobber
>you can feel her deep purring through your clenched arm
>you break out of your trance and gently put your hand under her jaw, pulling your arm out slowly
>you can see the bulge traveling back up her neck as her head retreats from you, the same intense gaze never leaving you
>when only your hand is left, her maw closes around it, not letting you go for now
>her tongue explores every single one of your fingers as they're easily overpowered by the mighty muscle
>the "bone" is completely forgotten by this point
>after a while she finally releases your limb
>you don't think she blinked a single time during the whole event
>unbeknown to you, she's already thinking about what excuse to use to get you to rummage up her snatch
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They[Seikret] would fake being injured to get your attention. Failing that, they'll make sure you end up injured yourself.
>be hunter
>seikret is a attention seeker
>she won't ever leave me alone, always begging for pets even when im cooking everyone dinner
>go to bed in my tent and immediately see her busting through just to cuddle with me for the night
>the attention is nice but sometimes you just need some privacy
>been doing a couple of hunts lately by being dropped in by wingdrakes
>eventually find out my seikret is running all over the place to find me
>one time in the scarlet forest hunting a tama
>in the middle of a hunt I see in the corner of my eye my feathery companion charging towards me
>she tackles me to the ground and starts snuggling me
>as I struggle and tell her to get off me the mizusutsune begins her somersault bodyslam
>out of instinc my seikret dodges the attack
>she forgot to pick me up though...
>wake up body aching all over
>in the guild medical area over at kunafa village
>"ah you are awake hunter good. Your trusty seikret was able to get you back here safely but it took us forever to pry her off you so we could examine you"
>"anyway we regret to inform you that you need to rest for a couple of weeks to heal your broken bones and we will station you here with checkups every now and then"
>"now that you are in a stabilized state you can see your seikret ag-"
>NO WAI-
>too late
>as the door opens your seikret comes flying towards you instantly wrapping around you squeezing you tightly like never before
>she nuzzles against you making little sobbing noises
>I have a feeling this whole situation has only brought me closer to my seikret
>...
>maybe this isnt as bad as I make it out to be
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{Transformation}
>be noob hunter
>getting punched around like a ball by doshagamas
>punched so hard my shield arm breaks
>temporarily pass out from the pain
>wake up on somewhat comfy surface
>thats weird usually the carts are hard as rocks
>look up to see on the back of seikret
>not my seikret...
>a bunch of guardian seikrets are escorting me and the pack noticed I was up
>they know I ain't moving anywhere and they especially know im unable to defend mysekf
>usually the guardians seikrets would finish you and move on but these ones are weird
>we approach what seems to be a nest and they walk over towards a open cocoon
>next thing I know they rip my clothes off of me and toss my bleeding aching body inside the cocoon and seal it up
>as i hopelessly bang against the cocoon, the inside starts filling up with wylk
>im immersed in wylk and for a moment my body feels no pain and my arm feels like its strangely fixed
>as i attempt to understand whats going on, drowsiness sinks in and my eyes shut close and I drift into slumber
>I dont know how long its been but I finally woke up to see a new me
>my hands were talons, my skin was rough, and I had feathers all over my top and a big beak
>I had instincs to satiate myself with wylk and defined my territory
>everything was so overwhelming
>the guardian seikrets that were responsible originally came to comfort me with small licks and snuggles
>as I begin to settle I realize that I won't be able to ever return back to the guild
>I guess from now on I will represent the guardian seikret conversion den and aid with the gathering of noobie hunters
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."
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>be hunter
>wake up in the middle of a dark forest
>you dont remember how you got here and the only things you have with you is your clothes and a carving knife
>you find a terribly drawn note that your head was resting on
>"hELlo HunTeR IF yOU ArE reAdiNg thIs aS SoOn aS you sTaRt ReAdING tHIS yOU Got 5 MINuTes"
>you look up in the sky and see a red trail of light fly away
>it seems like the valstrax you just met wants to test your hunting skills
>tonight you become the hunted
>you get up and start sprinting
>perhaps there is a cave system or some type of thing you can camouflage in to help reduce your visibility
>you can probably take off your clothes and scatter them to help throwoff your smell
>as you try these things, the area your in is just trees, no sign of caves
>you find some mud and leafs you can code yourself in to blend in with the environment
>lastly you are able to climb a tree and put your shirt on top of one to maybe trick her that your on a higher elevation
>you find a nice spot of leafs to cover yourself in and you settle in your spot
>10 seconds later you finally hear those dragon engines come crashing down not so far away
>the valstrax begins scanning the area thoroughly, completing 360 turns and lazy eights to loosen the position of where you went
>the valstrax finally crashes down on the ground and begins observing the general area
>it seems that it has found some traces of footprints and has taken interest in the general area you have ran off to
>you can hear those air intakes suck up air frantically trying to find your scent
>the immediate blasting of engine fire every few seconds jumpscares you
>it's impressive how fast a valstrax can scan a area, yet it acts like you are actively in danger with how frantic it sounds
>or perhaps the valstrax is really desperate in finding you as quick as possible...
>you can't help but sweat after the idea
>the valstrax has finally reached your field of vision
>it's getting closer to narrowing down your position and begins roaring in attempt to maybe startle you
>you keep as still as possible and try to slow your breathing
>stress is starting to build up as it gets closer and closer
>the valstrax notices some carvings in the trees
>while you were climbing trees earlier, you thought damaging some trees could throw off the valstrax's trail by making it believe your hiding in the trees
>it begins hovering and searching all the trees throughly
>you can hear trees creaking and snapping as the thrusters from her dragon engines throw pure thrust out
>suddenly she makes a bline towards a particular direction almost making you jump again
>it seems it has found your shirt and knife ontop of one of the trees finally
>out of anger it smacks the tree with its wingarm sending it flying down the forest
>it begins looking at the ground again
>you assume that the valstrax has completely ruled off that you are in a higher elevation
>the valstrax once again is in your field of vision
>unfortunately it seems like it has found the mud pond you used to help camouflage yourself
>you hear the immense suckage of air from its air intakes and after a couple of seconds you see those blue draconic eyes look towards your general direction
>oh fuck.mp4
>acting like you have a chance you begin sprinting but it's to late
>the valstrax has already blasted its engines once more and scoops you up
>nice try hunter. You tricked me pretty well with that tree trick of yours, but once I found that mud pond it was over for you
>well since I won i get to choose what we are doing tonight
>we can get you cleaned up along the way
>I also know some great spots to get us dinner for tonight
>afterwards we could do some fishing
>but for now how about I show you where I live? It has quite the view and nobody's around where I live
>it's gonna be a long night tonight
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
Velkhana
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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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{Vore}
>BREAKING NEWS! THE RENOWNED WRITER V. HANA IS INTO VORE!
>Strange day in the coral highlands, where the reclusive writer was spotted with a naked hunter halfway down her throat.
>Witnesses declare she quickly coughed up her lover after noticing she wasn't alone, and proceeded to flee the scene while mumbling about "a huge misunderstanding".
>The hunter, after recovering from the ordeal, told our crew he would "like to do it again, but without being interrupted next time". He then proceeded to loudly describe the experience to the gathering crowd while showing photos of the Elder in various out-of-the-ordinary acts.
>A Legiana that was near the scene declared that "[she] knew that smug bitch couldn't even hold down a single human".
>Vore as a phenomenon was still restricted to a few adepts, but the coming out of the famous writer might bring some major changes, as already groups of curious monsters are looking for experienced partners to try out this new fad.
>The Frost Elder was seen at her nest in the Hoarfrost Reach later that afternoon, but declined any further interview.
Wroggi
>due to a series of unfortunate events involving a freak dust storm, you were separated from your caravan trekking through the desert and find yourself stranded
>after hours of trying to find your way back you finally collapse under the scorching sun
>as you black out from exhaustion a pair of small monster talons enter your view, thinking you've met your final fate as your consciousness fades away
>surprisingly, you find yourself still alive and rudely awoken under the night sky with a splash of water to your face
>you sit up suddenly with a coughing fit before noticing a small campfire ablaze by your side
>and across from you past the campfire is a slim figure sitting on a dead tree trunk
>blinking to regain your focus, you finally realize that the figure is a female wroggi hybrid decked out in a dusty but well maintained great wroggi armor set
>she notices your gaze and the two of you stare at each other for what feels like forever as the crackling of the campfire covers the silence
>she finally chuckles and shakes a finger at you
>"Ha! I knew that trick would work!"
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MULTIPLE/MISCELLANEOUS
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Arkveld/Rey Dau
Rey needs a restraining order against arkveld
We're hunters, anon.
We ARE the restraining order.
>be guild officer
>hop off seikret with pardner
>bodycam on
>from a distance we can see the arkveld is roaring violently outside the rey daus nest
>approach arkveld
>Ma'am what seems to be the problem tonight?
>the arkveld turns towards us
>she then begins violently screaming at us about how she hasn't done anything wrong
>10-73
>ma'am calm down, how about we talk this o-
>she begins to wrap her chains around my partner
>DROP IT
>SHOCK TRAP SHOCK TRAP SHOCK TRAP
>deploy my shock trap
>the arkveld is stunned
>pardner throws pepper spray bombs to further discombobulate her
>I begin wrapping a net around her chain arms to detain her
>10-15
>you get her in the cart, I'll get a statement from the caller
>approach rey dau
>thanks for detaining that bitch, she always wants to break into my nest and steal all of my electricity for herself
>originally I was just chilling out before she immediately broke the restraining order and started abusing me again
>she was threatening how she was gonna break into my nest so she can get her "things" that she left
>she's referring to MY fulgirite collection
>and so I shot my flayer to get immediate assistance because I had no idea what else to do
>statement has been gathered, suspect detained, all that's left to do is a bunch of paperwork back at the guild...
>arkveld was then charged with 2 counts of battery on a guild officer and 1 count of resisting
>she was also charged with public disturbance, and a class A misdemeanor for breaking a restraining order
>she is innocent until proven guilty in a court of law
>"Bad mons, bad mons"
>"Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do when they hunt for you"
>*cycles through various clips of a Melynx attempting to scale an ivy wall before getting tackled and dragged down by a Palamute, a Tama leering at the camera as it's led away in wirebugs, and a Rathalos (face blurred) curled up sobbing in a corner as a Malzeno gets violently ZSD'd to the ground
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Mizutsune/Malzeno/Wind Serpent Ibushi/Rathalos
>Research Report on the recent captures we've had regarding these anomalous monster individuals
>To reiterate, all of the monsters have been positively found to be male, much to our confusion and curiosity
>They were safely captured after they were found... 'assaulting' male humans, mostly hunters.
>Their form of attack was stripping them naked and riding their cocks mercilessly
>And afterwards the males would be found covered in semen of the monster
>Subject #1 Mizutsune
>This individual was found invading hot springs of various villages and kidnapping men to his lair
>Their it would roughly ride the male cock, akin to a female Mizutsune in heat
>It also likes to rub its soapy semen all over the male, as some sort of way of marking territory or lovers
>Its been noted to also very rarely have its cock out of its cloaca, causing some confusion of his gender initially
>Subject #2 Malzeno
>A rare case of an Elder Dragon captured
>Though, to my personal impression, more like he invited himself to our open-area lab
>He would demand 'sacrifices' by the form of willing participants
>He would use the quiro to sip the blood of the male before pouncing on him
>To note, Malzeno is a rough and demanding partner, often leaving the male exhausted and spent
>The elder dragon would proudly unsheathe his cock and spray it on to the poor participants face for all of us to see
>We could've sworn it would sneer at the other captured subjects as a sign of dominance during lewd performance
>Test Subject #3 Ibushi
>Another elder dragon that we miraculously have on hand
>Though this one was initially hostile until one of the stand-by hunters manage to subdue it
>Of course, after such event, this Ibushi would become submissive to whoever it beats it
>While we initially thought it mistaking the hunter as its female counterpart, Narwa, the hypothesis proved faulty when it started adopting his female species behavior
>While reports of Ibushi sightings consisted of him flying upside-down, it was chalked up to how it presents himself willingly to Narwa for easy access of mating
>However, this Ibushi is consistent of flying right side up while circling the male hunter
>Side note, Ibushi is the only test subject reluctant in mating, except for the hunter that subdued it
>Maybe a leftover instinct of its monogamous nature
>Requests have been made for the hunter's lodgings be relocated next to the cage
>Subject #4 Rathalos
>A rare species that was brought from the New World
>Compared to its Old World counterpart, this one is considerably more lean in its stature
>While it is still a dangerous class of monster thanks to its hotter than average fire output compared to a regular Rathalos
>Its behavior is considerably more docile and submissive
>Initially we brought a Rathian to its presence
>He responded with indifference or even hostility if the female wyvern tried to get close
>However, when we brought a male human, one of its previous victims, the silver wyvern reacts differently
>At first it seems to try and court him with a dance
>Then presents himself to the male human submissively
>After a round of coitus, he would wrap his powerful wings around his lover before retiring himself to sleep
>But that's were the issues start
>The Silver Rathalos would become more clingy, and even outright get hostile to any female researchers and hunters in the vicinity
>Some hypothesize of the wyvern's history with his interactions with Rathians during his development as an adult
>But it has yet to be proven. Until then, all female staff members are to be relocated and replaced with male researchers and male hunters on stand-by
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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
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{Weight Gain}
In prior editions, we have addressed the issue of certain ‘urges’ that may assert itself in your hybrid child. It has become apparent that our society, with its readily accessible food and options for sedentary lifestyles, has caused a number of stressors for the smallest of villages to the largest of kingdoms. Simply put, your non-human significant other may be prone to becoming far more significant in stature if steps are not taken to limit their food intake. What follows are a series of recommendations:
It is important to not blame or judge; nature is a harsh mother, and a day’s meal wasn’t guaranteed. Remind them that there will always be food tomorrow, and that they don’t need to eat an entire market’s worth of fresh food in a single day.
Ensure they receive sufficient exercise. This is of particular concern to those that choose to house their significant other within human dwellings. Whilst some couples might find it difficult to safely exercise in civilization, an effort must still be made: staying indoors often causes monsters to shift into ‘nesting’ mode, which causes languidness and idleness. This idleness may last for weeks or even months. One might not be fully aware of their added girth until they deign to stand or move about. The majority of property damage are caused by such motions.
If your significant other is an elder dragon, for the love of Gog, do not, under any circumstance or scenario, even imply that they might be portly. Use words that are associated with strength or health if opinions are sought by them. If they are expecting, always emphasize that their girth-related ills, such as movement difficulties, poor endurance, or constantly getting stuck, are all due to their immense fertility or the weight of their eggs. We do not, nor will we ever, be held responsible for the damage that is caused due to some poor choice of words.
Speaking of pregnancies, if your significant other is expecting, some weight gain is to be expected. Some mothers, however, might overcompensate or lose the ability to full satiated, and you may ultimately find your partner’s stomach to be far softer than it has any right to be. The added emotional unpredictability they experience will make attempts at halting their eating spree quite hazardous. It is important to be calm and understanding, to approach them when they are agreeable, and to suggest alternate (and much less calorie-dense) foods under concern for your and their offspring.
Some monster species are more prone to overeating than others. Uth Duna’s and Great Jaggas in particular often suffer from excess success. Whilst some flab on their bodies are considered quite healthy for them, it is all too easy for them to overshoot their goals and end up unable to move. What may surprise many hunters is that Velkhanas and Nargacugas are also quite susceptible to this. As the former are considered elder dragons, and have naturally sour depositions, you should exert your best in stopping any weight gain whatsoever. A simple ‘no,’ and some frostbite is vastly preferable to a raging snowstorm, frozen houses, broken flooring and the subsequent depressive gorging on the town’s granaries.
We hope that these recommendations helps avert future property and financial damage. Together, we can forge a new path; a future wherein man and monster can live together in harmony.
The chiefs and mayors would like to thank you all in advance.
Signed,
The Guild.
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Monsters are an interesting bunch, aren't they? I just had one go through an extensive inspection with me because they were curious about our differences. Having never seen us without clothes, I laid down and obliged their request for a nude body inspection using not their rigid claws, but far more sensitive tongue to scope out physical traits (quite the ticklish sensation I might add!). They left no stone unturned, probing my molars (today I discovered I have a phenomenal gag reflex, as they complimented me on) and carefully exploring my genitals, but it turns out even their sizable tongue isn't sensitive enough to properly scope out the subtle differences between a human penis or a monster's. It wasn't too surprising to learn that only their slit would suffice (that IS its purpose, is it not?), so I hugged their underbelly as best I could and rode out their delightfully slick and warm – and vigorous – inspection. With labored breaths, their final request was to experience the key differences between our orgasms, so with a grunt I unloaded all my invaluable data inside them. We were both quite spent after that scientific session but they had to depart, and after another tender mouth inspection they went on their way. I never knew monsters could be so passionate in the field of science!
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>In a dark corner of the deepest recess of Sild's archives lays a book retelling what truly happened a millennia ago.
>Back then, people were frustrated by monster being more and more picky about their choice of mate. Many citizens of Wyveria were left deprived of wing hugs at least 2 nights a month.
>Truly this couldn't continue; thus the brightest minds of the time congregated and started what was called Project Hubris.
>Creating artificial monsters was not a new idea even at the time. However many thought the real warmth of a natural monster would never be equalled by the cold skin of a fake one.
>But the situation was so dire and the need to cuddle so great that at last, a fully fleshed man-made monster was presented to the frustrated masses of Wyveria.
>The success was so resounding that soon, true monsters noticed a staggering drop of human interactions. Their mating calls were left unanswered, their nests empty. They started voicing their disagreement about Mankind's creation, but their cries were left unanswered.
>Rumors say Wyverian scientists were preparing their ultimate creation, a being made of pure lust that would render obsolete even the most coveted Black Dragon. But they were blind to the turmoil they were causing outside their walls.
>The build up of rage came crashing down on Wyveria one day with a flow of monsters that would dwarf any Kamura Rampage today. From the tiniest Jaggi to the mightiest Elder, all monsters of the region put their differences aside and put an end to Mankind's madness.
>Guardians, or Companions as they were called back then, were left wandering the halls of their creator, driven mad from the loneliness they were created to solve, forced to subsist of a pale substitute seeping from the walls of their birthplace... a mockery of the real thing they crave so much
>If only a true hero could hold their wingtip and guide them toward a brighter future, free of the eternal struggle for companionship that plagues their existence.
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Not many are aware of this, but such a display is in fact a dowry of sorts; a traditional way for a female monster to entice a human male that she wishes to be her mate, akin to what we might call a marriage proposal today.
The amount of pineapples gathered by the female, are said to represent the number of eggs she desires to bear in a clutch.
Ancient Wyverian documents speak of this unusual custom from long ago. Back then, pineapples were far more scarce than they are today, as their cultivation hadn't yet spread beyond the few remote lands where they natively grew.
Because of this, there were many superstitions and beliefs surrounding the pineapple, including but not limited to bringing one good health, luck, curing diseases and chronic ailments, and even as a fertility booster.
The last of those beliefs is of the most interest, as further historical documents reveal the thinking of the era, that consuming pineapple allowed man and monster to reproduce together. Now, we've known for several hundred years now that the pineapple is unnecessary for such a thing to occur, but this fact raises very interesting implications nonetheless.
In our modern era, the so-called Pineapple Dowry has largely become a thing of the past, as pineapples are now relatively commonplace produce across the known world, thus losing the mystique and value of their scarcity.
However, there is one exception to this: Elder Dragons
To this day, hearing stories of female Elder Dragons presenting themselves with the Pineapple Dowry, to very fortunate individuals, still occurs with unusual frequency.
Some scholars have theorized that due to the very low global population of Elder Dragons, it can be exceedingly difficult for individuals for find mates of their own species, creating an instinctual drive to also view worthy human men as potential mates as well, thus also making the Pineapple Dowry an instinctual act.
P.S. - I forgot to add, but another implication of all of this, is that a significant portion of the modern global Elder Dragon population, may in fact be the result of these interspecies unions throughout time.
Ongoing efforts are made to study and understand the long term effects of this idea, and the possible developments in the future that they may bring, though it is a frustrating process; understandably so, considering the rarity of Elder Dragons in general.
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{Oviposition}
I want a monster to be into eggplay, with her positioning over you, spreading her legs with her crotch an inch from your face as a trickle of slime falls on you.
You would see it pulsating slightly, clenching and relaxing in a lazy rhythm. The smell would be intense and musky, the air thick and hot from the proximity to her bare flesh.
Suddenly her whole body would shift, and a strong squeeze would announce the coming of the main event. You wouldn't notice much else, other than an increase in the quantity of juice flowing out, and much heavier and meaty clenches.
You could be tempted to spread her entrance, the surface hot and slick, alternating between being malleable and hard under your touch, your curiosity rewarded by the sight of a solid object making its way closer and closer to you. It would be hard for you to notice, but she would be huffing and panting as you do that, but the squelches would be filling your ears instead.
The egg would end up crowning, your hands shoved out of the way. She would then hold it like that, halfway out, slime escaping from her tunnel through its side as if under strong pressure, again in a rhythmic pattern. Her great head would lower to observe you, letting you run your hands over the hard surface, each push against it reverberating on her tender flesh, making her quiver in want.
Before her legs can buckle, a strong contraction would make the egg slip, landing on top of you along with a large quantity of slime which would utterly cover you. Her dilated entrance would continue clenching for a bit while she pants in exhaustion. She would then turn around, nuzzle and clean you with her big tongue, before curling around you for the night.