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“How to Tame your Nargacuga” - Story by Kaz

Chapter 1: First Time Out

The New World was a dangerous place for many of its occupants. From the lowly Kelbi all the way to the fierce and raging Deviljho. No matter what type of creature roamed a biome, there would always be something larger, faster or stronger to take it down. An ever-evolving life cycle encompassing even the majestic Elder Dragons. Some would call it beautiful in and of itself. However, within that cosmic cycle there were always those who knew how to play the game. Creatures that learned the loopholes early on, managing to survive and even thrive under the constant pressure of such a cycle.

One species of monster that thrived in these grey areas were the Nargacuga. Sleek, proud and majestic hunters, they excelled at stalking prey and darting through the shadows. They overpowered their marks with the element of surprise and a deadly speed. Razor sharp talons and a cruel, wicked beak often aided in these endeavors. Rightly feared by many of the occupants of the New World, the wisest creatures gave any Nargacuga they encountered a wide berth. Not all the inhabitants of the New World were as wise, however.

Since first landing in the New World with the intent on cataloguing and researching every minute detail of it, the Monster Hunters were a destructive force to be reckoned with. Seasoned members would learn to trap and study, then release their prey. Most of the Guild chose a more ruthless option, culling entire species in the name of scientific advancement and harvesting materials. As they laid waste to everything they touched, few monsters escaped their notice. The Nargacugas were a heavily persecuted species due to the incredible toughness of their lush, soft fur. The hide of one adult Nargacuga could clothe an entire squad of Hunters. That was to say nothing of the razor-sharp talons with numerous applications for daily human life.

And so it was that the Hunters did what they did best and began hunting the Nargacuga of the New World towards extinction. It wasn’t long before they disappeared entirely from the other biomes. As the numbers dwindled down, the remaining Nargacugas began to teach their young to be wise about Hunter traps. Learning to use their speed and quick wit to their advantage so as not to feed the Hunter addiction and lessen their numbers even further.

Even being so bold and fearless as they were, not all Hunters were as gifted in combat. Some couldn’t handle an adult Nargacuga on their own. Truth be told, it was more common to see a hunt fall short to the claws of a Nargacuga than it was to bag one successfully. The Hunters responsible for eradicating most of the ‘Cuga population were nearly all wiped out, as were the Nargacugas. Such frequent failures by certain Hunters served only to enrage and build hatred. Inability to grow and develop can twist a man beyond recognition, as it did for one particular Hunter.

Nobody knew his name anymore. That had been forgotten long ago, when he’d stopped speaking. The man was calculating and precise in everything he did now, years of humiliation at the hands...well, claws really...of monsters had hardened him into a voidsteel resolve where a man had once been. It wasn’t often that he found himself bested by monsters anymore. Years of defeat and humiliation had led him to learn new tactics, smarter ones. He’d once respected his marks and equated them to intelligent life but now all respect had been lost. The way some of them seemed to ridicule his failures every time he returned for another attempt...Intelligent or not, these creatures were nothing worth respecting anymore.

The man had made it his mission in the New World to make every one of those damned Nargacugas feel his bitterness and pain. Laughed out of the Guild was a fate worse than death for this lone Hunter. He no longer cared what they thought, he was focused and determined and would make himself a problem for the remaining Nargacuga.

Among those still alive, the subspecies and unique variants of Nargacuga were the ones most relentlessly pursued by this man and others like him. There was one subspecies known as the ‘Dusk’ subtype that held a specific appeal for the Hunter. They were the subtype that had downed him the most during his many attempts to subdue one. To this day he’d never successfully captured or slayed a Dusk Nargacuga.

The thing that made Dusk Nargacuga most peculiar and desirable was their color palette. Most Nargacuga were a brilliantly dark shade of blue or black, with violent red ‘eyeshadow’ markings above their cruel avian eyes. They were made to blend with shadow it seemed, like ninjas in the night. Dusk Nargacugas were not designed the same way.

As far as the size went, they were no larger or smaller than any other subspecies. They bore the same cruel, curved beaks and deadly talons as their cousins along with the same angular, fin-like ears behind furry heads. Slender feline-inspired bodies gave way to dagger-sharp webbed wings like those you’d see on a medieval dragon. Thick downy fur covered most of their body save for the forepaws and wings which bore resilient scales.

A blinding shade of yellow is the most striking thing about the Dusk subspecies. Gliding seamlessly between hues of orange, white, yellow and pink the smooth, featureless ombre fur was beyond beautiful to look at. The blend of soft ombre fur gave way to gentle pastel yellowish white fur comprising the underbelly, chest and under-snout region as well as the underside of the tail. As if the sunset themed palette wasn’t striking enough, the ‘eyeshadow’ marking and webbing of the wings was another wondrous ombre of color. Fading from pale orange and red into a deep majestic purplish blue, it truly looked like the night sky as the sun set. Hence the name for this subspecies, as looking at the put one in the mind of sunsets.

Being so unnaturally colorful meant that this subspecies had to be even better at stealth and wit than their cousins. Thankfully, the biome they called home now was also home to quite a bit of yellow flora and fauna to slip by. A whisper on the wind, pale streak of sunset yellow and the faint scent of hay was all that told one a Dusk Nargacuga had just passed by.

Once proudly occupying nearly every biome of the New World save for the Rotten Vale, Nargacuga in general could only be found between the Ancient Forest and Coral Highlands. Their nests were often high up in the monstrous tree the biome hosted. Though not too high lest they earn the ire of the Rathalos and Rathian above. Even the different subspecies of ‘Cuga knew well enough not to disturb one another’s domiciles. They would mark their territories with subspecies specific scents to ward off other potential nesters.

High in the branches of the Ancient Tree at the heart of the Ancient Forest, tucked away behind gnarled bark and dense foliage was a small cave-like chamber in the tree’s main body. Cut off from the rest of the tree, only one entrance or exit it seemed the perfect little den. A mother Dusk ‘Cuga had settled in while pregnant before giving birth to just a single ‘Cuga cub. Years went by and the mother and son bonded and shared their lives together. The son grew and grew, ever unaware of the world outside of his cozy nest. His mother had always prevented him from leaving, squawking and snapping at him any time he’d try. Even into his young adulthood as he was reaching maturity, she stood in his way every time.

She hadn’t been a bad mother, always bringing back fresh cuts from her hunt to sate the growing ‘Cuga. In fact she was doing what she knew was best for her young, having experienced the cruelty of the human Hunters firsthand. It had been them who’d taken her mate, her partner. The father of her cub. Ever since she’d been building the strength and courage to strike back, but she wanted to ensure she cared for her growing cub as best she could. It was a difficult position to be in, this mother ‘Cuga’s.

Darkke was the name of this particular ‘Cuga. Though not capable of speech in the same way humans were, they had ways of communicating and ‘speaking’ to one another. Some of their sounds and body movements conveyed the messages to each other. Eye contact could do the rest. This was how Darkke had come to know his mother’s name was Neerla. He did love her dearly, and would be devastated if anything tore them apart but he knew as he grew into the dawn of his maturity that there were things Neerla wasn’t telling him. A world went on outside his home. He could smell the smells, hear the sounds and experienced the boons of the world when she came back each time to feed him. He craved the opportunity to explore. Living such a sheltered life had grown him into a curious and deathly inquisitve creature. Even as his mother warned him to always be on his guard, warning him of what the Hunters would do, he wanted more. He wanted to experience the world!

Unfortunately for him, the opportunity would indeed come one day in the form of tragedy. Life was rarely peaceful and undisturbed for long in the New World, and as Darkke would discover, he and Neerla had lived in safety for far longer than the world was prepared to allow. It was time to pay penance, and the day arrived when Neerla did not return as she always did bearing fresh food and warm nuzzles for her strong son.

At first, Darkke wondered if perhaps she was just taking a longer trek than usual. Perhaps she’d wandered to try and collect something new and exciting to sate his curious appetite, he’d tell himself. As the hours turned into days and a gnawing pain began in the pit of his belly, his heart slowly began to sank, apprehension tearing his nerves to shreds as the realization finally sank in ; she was gone...

Chapter 2: The Encroaching Hunter

Darkke’s world was in disarray. Everything he’d known had suddenly been torn away. Sure, the young ‘cuga didn’t know for certain that his mother was gone for good but it certainly felt that way in the moment. The poor male felt completely alone and helpless. He’d never ventured out of the nest, he had never experienced the outside world. The fear of danger weighed heavily as his mother’s stern warnings swam around his head.

He stepped out of the nest one step at a time, pushing gingerly through the overhanging foliage that served as a curtain for the entrance to their hollow. The first thing he experienced was blinding sunlight as he pushed through the thick ivy and emerged on the other side, standing on a gnarled thick limb of the Ancient tree. He squinted at the strong light, his heart thundering in his chest as his belly continued to growl and protest. He really was hungry.

Assaulted by the many scents of the Forest, he froze in place and hunkered down low to the branch he was on, feeling the rough bark scratch against the soft fur of his underbelly. The sound of the fauna in the distance made his head jerk from side to side trying to locate the source of bird calls, toad croaks and more. Overstimulation was one way to put what he was feeing right now as his adrenaline surged and his heart raced. His tail was angled low to the ground, curled downwards as he tried to hold as still as he could now, willing himself to calm down.

He caught the scent of food then. Fresh aromatic meat, rich with protein and blood. He salivated then, thick strands dribbling down onto the bark below as he angled his head upward and tried to locate the direction it was coming from. When he was certain he knew, his caution went to the wind and he darted forward, surprising himself at his speed and agility. Instinct began to take over as the young Nargacuga began his first hunt.

The blur of yellow, orange and purple whipped through the air, dancing gracefully across the branches of the tree as Darkke descended towards the ground level where the scent was strongest. He silently slipped through foliage, the world a blur as he focused on his prey, a lone Kelbi, injured by some creature or other. His heart thundered as he kept low to the ground, eyes honing in on the injured creature limping through the clearing, fresh droplets of blood splattering to the leaves below. One step closer. Two steps. A quick jump. Finally....

Darkke pounced on his prey. His razor sharp talons made short work of the poor Kelbi, and Darkke was ravenous. He wasted no time devouring his meal, bits of Kelbi hide and viscera flying around him as he chowed down. Usually he had privacy to eat and his mother provided him with better ‘prepared’ meals but he didn’t care. He just needed to sate his hunger.

As he finished the last bits of his food, all that remained was tatters of Kelbi hide and precious horns, left in a pool of blood that soaked into the forest floor. The cycle of life was vicious here, and whether he knew it or not he was designed to do exactly as he just had, as contribution to that vicious life cycle.

As he calmed down after eating, the realization of what he’d done and how far from home he was set in, and that crippling panic returned full throttle. The leaves below him crunched as he once again hunkered down and tucked his tail, a soft avian whimper escaping his stained beak. He wanted his mother, he wanted to go back home. He wanted many things all at once. But at least he no longer needed food.

As he sit crouched there over the remains of his meal, the panic slowly ebbed away and began to replace itself with intrigue. Curiosity to learn more of his surroundings, to explore the Forest he’d called home his entire life. Ever so slowly, he straightened himself up from his crouching position and started off without any direction. One step, two steps, three steps and then he was off! Whatever awaited him, he knew it was a better alternative than dying of hunger in his abandoned nest...

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The man threw a thick bone to the ground, having devoured the cooked steak from it, feeling a surge of energy to match. The Hunter stepped out of the tent he’d made camp at, tightening his grip on his trusty Long Sword, letting out an irritated growl through his helmet’s visor. Behind him, his trusty Palico grumbled and pawed at his ears, the pair surveying landscape of the Coral Highlands. He was on a mission, and a damned important one at that. Today was the day he stopped letting some foul beasts have the better of him.

He let out a scoff as he turned towards the tent and kicked the lifeless body of a large, adult Nargacuga. To be more specific, this was one of the prized subspecies of the locale, a Dusk Nargacuga. Female, and just past her prime it was obvious she’d had something to protect from how hard she’d fought. The scars mottling her hide told the tale of her life, she’d been in one too many tussles.

If anyone asked the Hunter, he’d have scoffed that he was smarter and faster than the fallen Nargacuga. The truth was, she’d already been injured and her attention had been split. She had been trying to protect something, and the Hunter knew that these creatures only fought that hard when their own offspring was involved. So he’d taken her down when she made a misstep, and dragged her corpse to the nearest campsite. Now he was on the hunt for whatever she was protecting. He was determined to end the entire damned bloodline.

After carving away the essential parts, he spat on the lifeless corpse and gave it a rough kick, watching it tumble off of the cliffside and down to the ground below. Let her remnants serve as a warning to the others, he thought. The hunter whistled for his Palico and jumped onto the hanging vines that led down from the cliffside, quickly scaling down to the main path and crouching down, trying to see if he could trace her path back to where she’d come from. He scraped the residue from her tracks and gave the scent to his scoutflies, watching them take off and glow brighter. They’d found her trail. He smirked beneath the visor of his helm and took off after them, leaving the mess he’d made behind as he headed towards his next victim, Palico meowling and trailing behind.

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Darkke felt a sense of joy and happiness he hadn’t experienced in quite a while as he watched the dancing lights of the endemic lift. The dragonfly-esque creatures flitting around with glowing tail ends had his full attention as he slipped through a hollowed out log. The ‘cuga felt playful even, the anxiety having slipped away as he slowly began to explore the world. He hunkered down and wiggled his rear from side to side, leaping at the bugs and causing them to scatter, while he turned around leapt for them, playfully swatting the air.

After a few minutes of the playful bug-swatting, the ‘cuga continued through the hollowed out log, stopping in his tracks as the environment completely changed on the other side. He took a look back into the log at the forest, before turning to face forward again, brimming with delight at the way it looked here. The sky was a rosy pink and blue hue, soft clouds floating above and there was so much...what would he call that? Though he didn’t know the word for it, he was surveying coral all around. Vibrant blues, pinks and reds. Floating small wisps and bugs gave the environment a very ethereal feeling, soft and luminous.

He found himself enraptured by a group of wrigglers writhing and dancing as they surveyed him. A quick leap in their direction and they vanished into the ground, burrowing away to some other location. His bold color palette blended in unusually well in this biome. It was the deep purple that tied it all together.

He sensed something large and ducked into the best cover he could find, hunkering low and peering out from a group of dense coral plants, hackles raised as he watched a flying white puffball drift past, miniature version of it in tow. The Paolumu bumbled peacefully along and away towards a different area, leaving the Nargacuga alone one more. He gingerly crept out from his simple cover, heading back towards wherever his curiosity was taking him, when he entered a wide open area with a tall cliff to one side covered in hanging vines and a sharp drop directly across from it. His ears twitched as he suddenly felt very exposed and vulnerable, making his way quickly towards the ivy covered cliff wall, darting up the vines with ease and bringing himself to a circular area with several openings.

The rough coral tickled the underside of his feet as he stepped over the large circular pads of it, flitting his ears as he scanned the other entrances to the area. He was getting a strange feeling, and a new scent was pricking at his nostrils. Something unusual was headed his way and he wasn’t sure what to make of it. He caught a hint of a familiar smell, one that reminded him of his mama, but wrong. All wrong. He bared his fangs, snapping his beak a few times and letting out a low churr of disapproval as he watched one of the entrances to the area, startled to see a flock of glowing green bugs dart into the area and beeline straight for him!

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Victory would be his, at any cost. The Hunter huffed as he barreled after his bugs, letting out a vicious snarl as he rounded a corner and came skidding to a halt in an area most known for Legiana sightings. There, not even fifty meters in front of him was another Dusk Nargacuga. This one was smaller than the female he’d slain earlier, and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt this was its offspring. He drew his Long Sword within seconds and shouted triumphantly before charging directly at Darkke!

Chapter 3: Run, Little Cuga

Darkke stared at the Hunter for just a split moment before his instinct kicked in and he leapt away from the charging man, hackles raised and ears pressed flat to his head. This was one of the Hunters that his mother had always warned him about, and this one seemed keen on taking him down. He may have been a naive young Cuga but he wasn’t stupid. He knew he couldn’t take on a foe like this head on, so he turned and started dashing away. Just as he reached one of the exits, the Hunter darted in front of him, causing him to skid to a stop and leap away towards the path the Hunter had come from.

His heart was thundering in his chest as he bounded across the landscape. He could hear the sounds of the Hunter on his trail, and he knew he couldn’t afford to stop. One misttep here might mean the end for him. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about this Hunter, the way he smelled like Mama. Still, he didn’t have time to think about all that right now!

He dared to glance back at the Hunter giving chase, dread swelling up in his chest as he noted just how fast the man was compared to him. He had to find some kind of hiding spot or cover to shake the Hunter from his trail. If he kept up running indefinitely, he knew the Hunter would catch up to him and put an end to his short life.

As the scent of his mother grew stronger still, he skidded around a corner and felt his world shatter around him. There, at the base of a cliff before him was the mutilated, defiled corpse of unmistakably his mother. Limp and covered in carrion bugs, chunks of her missing thanks to the Hunter’s knife. Part of him had known she’d come to an end like this but seeing it was so...

Darkke let out a pained yowl of anguish, his heart swelling up with pain as tears streaked from his eyes, clouding his vision. He couldn’t stop to investigate or say goodbye, the clank of the Hunter’s armor just steps behind him told him to keep going. He would be haunted by that image forever, and moreover every step he took away from it all made him want to turn around and eviscerate the Hunter who had taken his mother from him. He was certain this was the man, since her scent was all over him.

The Hunter was laughing then, audibly cackling as they whipped past the site of Darkke’s mother’s corpse, knowing the anguish it must have caused the young ‘cuga. Darkke couldn’t understand what would drive someone to this level of hatred towards his species. As far as he remembered from what mama had taught him, his kind had never deliberately gone out to slaughter the humans. In fact, the stories she’d told him painted his kind as meek, reserved and prone to hiding. They kept to themselves as best they could. Was it really just the color of his fur that drove men like this to such despicable lengths? It was an adult concept he wasn’t totally familiar with or capable of understanding.

They raced past a drifting Paolumu again, paying the creature no mind as Darkke struggled to find some sort of hideaway. His eyes scanned the landscape as he ran, not finding any place suitable. Anywhere he would choose to go the Hunter would surely be able to follow without a moment’s hesitation. He knew the terrain and area well here.

Darkke stared back at the Hunter and his small animal companion, pleading with his eyes for release from this. As if the Hunter could or would understand his attempts at communication. Unfortunately for Darkke with his eyes cast back, he failed to see the hazards before him, feeling the ground suddenly give way beneath him, paws sinking into a net of vines, the ‘cuga flipping over onto his back as he tried frantically to right himself and escape, only managing to feel the vines tighten around his limbs, securing him in place. He was done for now, for sure. There was no way he could fight back or stop the Hunter from murdering him...just as he’d murdered the ‘cuga’s mother...

Darkke’s head turned to face his attacker, watching the man pull off his helmet and toss it aside, sheathing his Long Sword in the process. The Hunter let out a throaty chuckle, tossing back deep ebony hair streaked with grey to reveal a mottled face pockmarked with scars and healed gouges. The battle hardened face of someone who’d seen many things in his lifetime, for sure.

The Hunter approached the bound Nargacuga with something akin to sheer glee in his eyes, twinkling as a smile widened his features. He let out a few disapproving tuts, very clearly condescending in tone and meant to humiliate the ‘Cuga. Even without the vocalizations he surely felt the sting of embarrassment. How could he allow himself to be captured so easily?

The Nargacuga closed his eyes and let out a whimper as his body shivered. He’d never felt this sensation of being exposed and vulnerable this way. His mother had always protected him from anything that might harm him by keeping him in the nest. He didn’t know how to respond. The steps of the hunter drew closer still, then stopped. Darkke expected to feel pain from a blade or something, but it never came. Instead, something else entirely happened that made his eyes pop open to stare down at his exposed body.

One thing he’d never paid much attention to was his sexual anatomy. He’d not had a reason to – never having entered a rut or bred a female Nargacuga there had been little reason to ever think of his body down there apart from urination. So when he felt a small, warm hand on his heavy furred testicles it was the most unwelcome sensation he’d had yet, and it made him struggle harder against his bindings.

The Hunter tutted quietly as he touched the Nargacuga so intimately. The size of the creature meant that its balls alone dwarfed his hand by quite a bit. They were like large melons, the man unable to even hold one testicle in his hand. Though he did try, as his fingers groped and stroked along the surface of one of the balls whilst a wicked grin twisted his features, the beginnings of a horrid plan. He’d been waiting for just such an opportunity most his life and since his prey wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon he might as well have a little fun with it.

The hunter’s fingers dug in suddenly and gave the left nut a painful squeeze, fingertips pressing into the soft sac and hard against the organ within, eliciting a panicked cry from the ‘Cuga’s beak. His hand traveled from the left testicle to the right, reaching under the sac to lift it up a bit, impressed by the heft of the organs before letting it drop. The Hunter’s gaze focused on the dual sheaths above the orbs, his attention to the ‘Cuga’s balls coaxing the tips of dual shafts from their pouches.

“How adorable. You couldn’t stop me even if you wanted to, could you?” The Hunter’s tone was mocking in nature. Though Darkke couldn’t understand his words, he definitely understood the threatening nature of his voice. He meant the Nargacuga nothing but harm, even if the way he touched Darkke made him squirm with a new pleasureful sensation. This was wrong, so very wrong. Hunters shouldn’t touch monsters like this, Darkke already felt violated as the man’s warm soft fingers poked and squeezed at his manhood, one hand wrapping around either shaft as they began to fully emerge, the blood rushing down to his nethers as he whimpered, helpless to stop it.

Darkke’s cocks were twin bitchbreakers, heavily endowed as most of his species were. Equine in shape, a soft warm pink flesh tone that was slightly deeper reddish near the base. The heads of the shafts were ringed with spiny flesh protrusions, and the bases were plumped up with thick canine style knots. Apart from that and their size there wasn’t much to them.

Darkke’s struggles quicked as he felt the man’s warm flesh glide up and down the underbelly of his twin monstrous shafts, a whimpering cry leaving his throat as tears oozed from his eyes, a thick splurt of his sexual fluids staining his belly fur as he felt even more humiliated now. Did this human trap him to use him as some sort of pleasure toy? Rob him of his innocence? Difficult concepts to understand for sure but he definitely got the gist of it.

The man released one of Darkke’s shafts and lifted the other up, letting it flop down to the soggy belly fur with a damp ‘plop’ sound. More of a heavy wet thud given the weight of the breeding tool. He returned his hands to the ‘Cuga’s balls, one hand on either heavy testicle as he rubbed gently in circles, before suddenly bringing both hands up high and sharply slapping down on Darkke’s balls - very painfully.

The sharp jolt of pain made him cry out again, body quivering as a nauseating pain began in the pit of his gut, another sensation he was unfamiliar with. He turned his teary gaze to the Hunter, beseeching him for some kind of mercy. At least if he’d been killed outright he wouldn’t be getting defiled the way he was.

As the struggling grew more intense, the man slid a dagger from his belt loops and brought it to the ‘Cuga’s left testicle, pressing the cold, sharp edge against the heavily furred sack and dragging it threateningly up the surface. He flipped it around and let the tip scratch the surface of Darkke’s balls as he placed his other hand firmly on the precum-stained belly and held firmly. It was evident what he was saying – stay still or else. Darkke didn’t want to experience the ‘or else’...

The man gripped one of the dual cocks and started pumping, while his other hand wrapped around the loose flesh where his sac met his groin, suddenly jerking on it and giving Darkke another reason to yelp. The Hunter responded to the yelp with another sharp slap to the Cuga’s balls before grabbing a large empty flask from his belt and continuing the penile massage, making sure his prey knew his place. As perverted as it was, it seemed that he was going to harvest the poor ‘Cuga’s sexual fluids, for what purpose Darkke didn’t want to consider. His last thought as the Hunter brought him towards climax was that he hoped his mother didn’t endure anything like this before he killed her....

Chapter 4: No Escape

The sort of paralyzing terror Darkke was experiencing couldn’t adequately be described. Beyond the worst fear he’d ever experienced, it siezed his body with an icy chill. As if he’d been in the cold dark recesses of the world all alone. The helplessness courtesy of the vine trap only amplified the raw horror of his predicament. That was to say nothing of what was being done to his body.

Warmth spread down his face, streaming from his eyes as tears welled at the corners and stained his fur, streaking down and reminding him that there was still pain to feel. He didn’t have pride enough to think he could never have been caught by a Hunter, he wasn’t developed enough for that. However the trap still brought him shame. Something instinctual told him he should’ve known better. Perhaps if he’d paid more attention to all his mother tried to teach him, he’d have avoided this pitfall.

The Hunter wore an ugly smirk of victory as he dragged the sharp tip of his dagger down the massive balls, scraping the flesh just enough at the underside to create a small nick, a scratch. A single bead of vital blood ran down the length of the blade and the Hunter tutted playfully. ‘Tsk tsk. See what happens if you move, little one?” His playful expression died and a glowering scowl immediately replaced it as he leaned over and stared directly into the ‘Cuga’s eyes, pressing his bare fingers against the freshly scraped surface of his nuts, fingers painfully pushing on his most sensitive organs while the Hunter stared him down. “If you don’t do as you’re told, you’ll quickly find yourself in a much less pleasing position.” The Hunter spoke to him as if he’d understand the meaning of the words – human language even.

His ears pressed back flat against his skull. His eyes begged for mercy but none would be found in the sadistic Hunter’s expression as he tormented the ‘cuga. He finally pulled the fingers away from the young adult’s balls before sneering and grabbing the ‘cuga’s snout with his bloodied fingertips, streaking his own testicle blood into the fur around his mouth. It reeked of his own coppery manhood, the smell of hormones tinged with coppery blood. A very unpleasant scent indeed.

With his moment of torture done, the Hunter returned his hands to the ‘cuga’s shamefully erect shafts. Even after being cut open (alright, scratched open) he remained erect and pulsating. Hot turgid flesh responding immediately to the touch of another as the Hunter’s calloused hands roughly stroked up the lengths of his twin members.

He snapped his beak indignantly at this new sensation. His body was trying to tell his brain that it was good, felt good and pleasurable. However his mind wouldn’t allow such a conclusion given what he was seeing and experiencing. Against his will, he felt his dual heads flare out wider than most meal platters, the thick meaty vein on the underside of the shafts visibly surging and pulsating as he experienced his first ever orgasm.

Panic spread through his body as he felt the sudden urge to urinate. Oh no! Liquid, warm and thick was oozing up his members. He was going to make an even bigger fool of himself in front of the Hunter! The thoughts clouded his mind as he realized this wasn’t urination...this felt...different. His toe claws flexed and scraped at the tough vines restraining him as his eyes rolled back from the force of the orgasm, just as his cockheads erupted like some kind of long-overdue volcano. The shuddering spasms of jism caught both Darkke and the hunter by surprise, the man grunting at the premature orgasm before managing to catch enough to fill his phial.

The sound Darkke made was a plaintive howl, a cry for help mingling with the throes of breeding pleasure. A strange mixture of sounds that tore from his throat, his head leaned back as much as the vines would allow. It was the sound of defeat, announcing his total submission for the entire biome to hear. But oh, why did it feel so nice?

As his body betrayed him, the Hunter grunted again. Clearly not expecting such a virile output from a freshly matured Nargacuga. One phial was definitely not enough to contain his spunk. It began overflowing and streaking down the Hunter’s bare hand, clinging to the flesh in sticky webbings, spread out between the phial, his fingers and the ‘cuga’s twitching adulthood. He made a face of disgust before replacing the stopper in the phial and wringing his hands, flinging cum all over the Nargacuga’s restrained form.

Still caught in the throes of this wondrous and horrifying first climax, he felt exhaustion set in as his body began to go slack, hot rivulets of his own essence spilled over his chest, head and belly, oozing into his fur and seeping down between his thighs, dripping down to the ground. It looked as though someone had thrown an entire barrel of goo onto him, given how productive he was.

The last thing he remembered as he managed to pick his head up and blink blearily at his captor was the cruel expression he had as he held up the phial of his spunk. What would become of him? Was this his end? Subjugated and broken the very first time he ventured from safety? He would not know, for blackness overtook him then as he succumbed to the adrenaline mingling with physical fatigue. The shock to his system did its job and put him out like a light...

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The Hunter spat on the ground beside the unconscious Nargacuga, still busy wringing his hand off in disgust. Bastard let out enough to seed an entire gaggle of wombs. He wrinkled his nose as the spicy aroma of hormonal discharge, soggy unclean fur and pure terror. That’s right, he’d developed a nose for the hormonal changes elicited by fear. It had brought him quite a fair bit of pleasure to viscerally feel the effects he had on his prey. This time was no different. Still he wished the lad had produced a little less. Poor bastard looked like he’d taken a bath in it.

The Hunter grabbed a flask of water from his hip pouch and dumped it over the outside of the phial, cleansing it as best he could of the sexual fluids. This would have to do. To be honest, when he’d first laid eyes on the young ‘cuga this definitely hadn’t been in the cards. However, seeing his genitalia and how exposed he was put the thought in the forefront of his mind. Why kill the beast when he might make him suffer more than death and line his pockets with zenny?

Looking over his ‘handiwork’, the Hunter grimaced and let out an exasperated sigh. He should’ve thought this through a little better. How the hell was he going to get his catch back to Astera? He did have a very secret research center tucked away there that would more than suit what he was going to do next but the issue was transporting the ‘cuga. He scratched his head and thought. Then it hit him and he let out a cackle. The broad that ran the Third Fleet still owed him some favors, and she had a verified airship. One of the hunters from the Fifth Fleet had come through and repaired it. Wouldn’t take much to rig together a transport device that could attach to the airship...yes that would work perfectly.

He rolled his eyes and whistled loud for his Palico. The damned thing had incredible hearing, so he was certain the Felyne would come running in a matter of minutes. Sure enough, up he came, waddling and looking as grumpy as ever. The Hunter squatted down to eye-level with the Palico and pointed one jerky finger towards the knocked out ‘cuga. “You stay here and watch him. If he tries to get up, hit him with these...” The Hunter handed over a healthy portion of tranq bombs before standing up and setting out towards the Third Fleet’s base, giving the Palico no time at all to ask further questions or object to his commands. As usual, no concern for anything or anyone but himself...

Already in the Coral Highlands, the trek to the Third Fleet’s base wasn’t a long one. He wondered how long the ‘natural’ sedative was going to keep the Nargacuga out for. He sure hoped his damned Felyne didn’t waste those tranq bombs. It was getting harder and harder to come by them, or the components to make them.

The Hunter didn’t even bother to say hello to anybody as he blitzed through the doors, making a beeline up the twisting staircases to the large captain’s chair in the back where the Third Fleetmaster held her position. He gave a brisk wave and grunted, finally speaking to someone after breezing past half a dozen confused commission members on the way to her.

“It’s time to collect on some debts you owe me. Shall we step outside to discuss the particulars? I trust you don’t want everyone alerted to things...” He was as delicate as he was kind. Tact wasn’t something he felt any need for. When one was as powerful and wise as he was, well that’s what he’d say anyway. Everyone else usually just felt he was abrasive for no good reason.

The Third Fleet Master looked up from a book she had been studying, narrowing her eyes and scowling ever so slightly. Without a word, she stood and circled around back of her graceful chair, stepping out onto a makeshift balcony in the back of the ship, quickly followed by the vulgar Hunter. She shut the door behind them and folded her arms, staring rather judgementally at him when they were alone.

“Listen, I need use of your Airship. I need you to assist in transporting a subject for...let’s say research. The less you know the better. It needs to go back to a special location near Astera.” The hunter didn’t even bother looking at the Third Fleet Master, treating her like he treated everyone and everything else – beneath him.

It was lucky that she truly did owe the Hunter her life, or else this conversation might have ended much differently. Instead she just scoffed and waved her hand. “Fine, it’ll be done. But you don’t get the main ship. We’ve rigged some smaller devices in the same manner specifically to transport large monsters, so I suppose you’re in luck.” Just like that, the Hunter’s problem of transportation seemed to be remedied. Now, the real fun could begin....

Chapter 5: Test Subject

The Hunter worked to load the unconscious Nargacuga into the makeshift transportation device, using the vine trap riggings to hold it down. When it was properly secured, he gave a whistle to alert the palicos transporting it to take off, leaving him and his own Palico to watch it drift away towards Astera. He chuckled and wiped his hands as he turned and started off towards Astera, whistling to himself as he went. After so long, he was finally on top of things with his nemesis the Nargacuga. It wouldn’t be long before he had extra zenny pouring in...

Most of the denizens of Astera avoided this particular Hunter, his exploits and temper having become somewhat infamous around the base. He was generally considered bad news and so people preferred to give him a wide berth as he strode through the main level of Astera, heading towards the chain-based elevators.

While most of Astera had been built in the carcass of the monstrous ship they’d sailed to the New World, it had developed over time. New offshoots had been constructed in all directions, growing the base with each addition. The Hunter had taken advantage of all the hustle and bustle to construct his own addition below the main level. He’d discovered the entrance to a cavern below and had spent his time mining away the interior to create a very large open space, even going so far as to hollow out the cavern’s ceiling to reveal the sky beyond. It was something like the Special Arena but a lot closer to home.

Once he’d created the space, he set about securing and furnishing it. He built arena style seating around the edges of the place, large wooden spikes forming a barrier to deter monster escape. In the center of the space was a series of wooden pillars buried into the ground with spikes at their tips, chains and shackles hanging from them all. It allowed him to create any formation of chains he liked, to restrain any such monster he desired.

Along one of the retaining walls was a large tool rack, sharp blades and various implements hanging on the rack. There was a large wooden table next to the rack littered with cups, phials and a large cage of sorts, with a glass hollow tube in the center. Certainly a strange device. The surface of the table was stained dark in places, some scrapes and scratches across the wood as well. It looked thoroughly used and broken in.

The space had a strange smell in the air, something coppery like blood mixed with a woodland smell. Like animals, though in this case it was monsters. Feathers and tufts of fur littered the ground, and there was a rather disconcerting pile of bones across from the table and rack. The place gave off a very unsettling vibe, like some form of torture chamber. It was about to see some new usage, perhaps the most important usage it would ever have...

The Hunter strode into the cave, having stepped off of the chain lifts with a jaunt in his step. He swept into the arena style space and whistled low to himself, taking off his helmet to reveal a grizzled face littered with scars. He set his helmet in the nearby item box, heading over to the table and pulling out the phial of essence he’d collected from the Nargacuga. From underneath the table he pulled a rather large box full of empty phials just like the first, but in varying sizes. He set it on top of the table just as he heard the yowling of palicos from above and turned to look, gleefully watching his special delivery begin lowering through the opening in the cavern. The soft balloon slowly began to deflate as the wooden platform carrying his prize touched down with a soft ‘thump’, stirring up dust around the edges.

He couldn’t help but let out a low whistle as he surveyed the unconscious Nargacuga. This was going to be great, he thought. He strode over and unclamped the vine restraints, tossing them off of the beautiful ‘Cuga’s body before grabbing the male by his hind legs and tugging, grunting at the effort. Jesus, this one was heavy. Still not as big as his mom was though.

The Hunter managed to drag the limp body over to the arrangement of wooden poles in the center of the area, grabbing the reinforced shackles attached to the ends of the chains and affixing them to the Nargacuga’s wrists and ankles, affixing a leather harness with more shackles around the monster’s midsection. He stood up and wiped the sweat from his brow, grunting and flinging it onto the ground. The Hunter made his way around to the side of the structure where a single bone-tipped wooden lever lay waiting. Gleefully he gave it a firm kick, and immediately the chains began to move, dragging through hidden metal rings and pulling tight inside of the pillars, dragging the heft of the unconscious monster off of the ground and forcing him into an upright position, arms and legs spread open as the chains did their job and secured him. He let out a menacing chuckle as he turned back towards the table, wondering when the ‘Cuga was going to awaken. He surely wasn’t going to have to wait very long...

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Darkke had been experiencing a wonderful dream where his mother had brought him back fresh food before the two of them nestled and snuggled in the den. Warm and comforting, he remembered the smell of his mother and it helped his dreams stay pleasant. He’d escaped from the waking nightmare of what the Hunter had been doing to his helpless body, completely unaware of what lay in wait for him.

His dream began to take a turn for the worse as he watched the Hunter murdering his mother in the dream. Though he hadn’t witnessed the actual event, he’d seen enough of the Hunter’s behavior to have a fair idea of how it had went down. Just as the brute drew a blade across his mother’s neck, he woke with a start, eyes flipping open and immediately feeling disoriented due to the position he was in.

He was confused as he tried to move, unable to wiggle his limbs even a bit thanks to the chains. The metallic rattle made him turn his head, his heart sinking as he surveyed the trap he’d been put into. He could feel his tail lifted high and pinned againist his back by a harness that circled his midsection, the rough leather chafing at his body. His confinement was by no means comfortable.

His eyes searched the arena he’d been brought to, a chill racing up his spine as he surveyed the blood stained table and the pile of bones nearby. He didn’t want to think about what was going to happen to him. Then his gaze fell upon the lone hunter, currently standing at the table with his back to the restrained ‘Cuga. Seemingly unafraid of him. He felt a gut punch of shame as he remembered why the Hunter wasn’t afraid. His little excursion in the Coral Highlands had ended in such a shameful way it was no wonder the Hunter wasn’t afraid.

The Hunter turned and noticed his prize was awake, and the Nargacuga felt another chill racing back down his spine. That expression was filled with a hunger so primal the monster would never be able to comprehend it. He tensed up as the Hunter approached, and tried to jerk away when the man placed hands on his body, ruffling through his fur and squeezing at his hips. He let out a pitiful skwawk as the hunter’s hands once again touched his most intimate parts, cradling his heavy balls and juggling them gently around his fingers. They tensed at his touch and made the man laugh cruelly.

More concerning was the way his hands trailed around the Nargacuga’s thigh to his hind end, squeezing at his derriere and bringing greater concern when the man’s fingers dipped between his cheeks and rubbed at a place nothing had ever touched before. He hissed as the Hunter’s fingers stroked over the rippling muscular flesh of his anus, his butthole puckering and kissing the man’s fingers as he rubbed teasingly. The hand withdrew then and Darkke breathed a sigh of relief as the Hunter came back around to the front and into view, gesturing around at the arena.

“Get used to your new home, pet. You’re going to make me very wealthy as penance for what your forebears have done. Even if you can’t understand me, it bears repeating that your entire species is a black mark on the history of the New World. One that I intend to fully exploit before eradicating.” He finished by gesturing over towards the pile of bones. Darkke may not have understood the words he was speaking but the gesturing was enough to tell him what was in store for him, and he did not like it one bit.

The Hunter whistled loud and a small Palico came trotting into the cavern, casting a wary glance towards Darkke before looking up at its master. The man spoke to the cat, who responded with a weary growl and a nod, turning to the Nargacuga and making his way over. Darkke was confused as he watched the Hunter exit the same way his Palico had come in, leaving him and the Palico alone.

Darkke cast a baleful glance down at the male cat, leting out a series of low and mournful cries to express his plight to the Palico. If the cat heard the noises, he made no attempt to acknowledge them instead turning away from Darkke and skittering over to the table, pulling glass containers out of a box and setting them on the table. What was he, on guard duty or something?

Darkke looked up into the sky and felt a pang of bitter regret. If only he’d stayed put in the den. Though something told him this Hunter would’ve tracked and found him eventually, so perhaps he had always been fated to die at the man’s hands. He wondered why his mother hadn’t warned him about the danger this man posed...

Chapter 6: Broken

The Hunter made his way across the main floor of Astera, heading towards the Research group huddled around a large table near the capture pit. He had an interesting relationship with most denizens of the New World, but this was perhaps the most intriguing. He’d cultivated a rather beneficial relationship with the researchers of Astera. At first they’d been hesitant to get involved in the foul things he did to monsters, but as his excursions began yielding new resources from the monsters, they got more interested. Zenny changed hands and the Hunter provided them with samples they could never get naturally from other hunters. He was most excited to share his latest project with them.

“What if I could give you the means to breed your own captive monsters?” He rumbled out as he approached the huddled figures. There was a silence as they straightened up from what they were poring over, turning to stare dumbly at the Hunter. Such a bold statement, freely given. The implications were vast. Being able to breed and raise monsters like livestock had been a project they’d been sorely invested in, but there’d been little development.

“We’re listening....go on.” The eldest researcher climbed down from the teetering stack of books he usually occupied, quizzically looking on at the Hunter. The Hunter knew he had their rapt attention now, and he also knew that they would likely pay any price to realize their ambitions. As unsavory as the work would be, the yield would more than make up for it.

And so he told them of what he’d done to the Nargacuga. He couldn’t keep the pride out of his voice as he admitted to sexually accosting the creature and harvesting the rarest of fluids, something they’d never been able to acquire before. He went on to talk about the project’s future, ensuring the researchers that he could most certainly capture a fertile female Nargacuga to begin a breeding program. While it would start with Nargacugas today, there was no telling what other specimens he could acquire.

“And so I’d like to invite you all to come and watch. For a...fee you’re welcome to witness the harvesting of these fluids firsthand, and you’ll each walk away with a hearty sample of your own to do whatever you like with.” The Hunter finished his explanation with a flourish, smirking at the researchers. They were exchanging glances between each other, clearly unsure if they wanted to go this far. What he was proposing was...monstrous. And yet the promise of scientific advancement would ultimately spur them to action.

“Hear, hear. We’ll pay your price out of scientific curiosity.” One of the younger researchers strolled to a nearby item chest and pulled out a rather hefty purse of zenny, holding it out to the Hunter. “This should more than make up for all of us to attend.” He glanced around at his colleagues. There were a total of four researchers there, and as the Hunter checked the coin purse he chuckled. They’d overpaid a bit but he was in no position to turn it down.

Once the deal was sealed, the Hunter gestured for the researchers to follow him as he made his way back towards his private area. Down the chain lift they went, muttering excitedly as they strolled down the hallway towards the large gated opening. The Hunter was mulling over plans in his head as they emerged into the open area, simultaneous gasps from the researchers as they laid eyes on the captive and terrified Nargacuga.

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Darkke could smell and hear the approach of the Hunter, though he was not alone. The Nargacuga frantically pulled and tugged at his restraints as fear began to mount higher. These humans were in awe of him, but all he could muster was fear. Never had he felt so helpless. He whined out at the approaching researchers, rolling off into a low and angry his as he felt more hands on his body, parting his fur and touching his flesh. They were petting him like some kind of attraction...

The Hunter gestured for them to get back and he made his way over to the low wooden table, grabbing the nearest empty flask and hoisting it high. The researchers looked on as he approached the Nargacuga. Darkke had a feeling he knew what was coming and sure enough the Hunter’s bare hands groped his sheath and started prying at it, pulling it open to let air rush in, tickling his sensitive dual shafts. He whimpered as a burning sense of shame spread over him as the blood rushed to his groin. His twin shafts slid out of him, prompting gasps from the researchers once more as the Hunter hefted up one monstrous penis in his hand, playfully tossing it onto his shoulder and turning to smirk at the researchers. The ‘cuga’s second shaft slapped roughly against the Hunter’s back and he slapped it back in return, hard. A shock of pain jetted up the Nargacuga’s groin and into his gut, making him whine out again, a single tear falling from his face.

He was trying not to focus on what was happening, so he didn’t even notice the Palico approaching with a sharp tool coated in some kind of gooey substance. There was a sudden sharp fiery pain at his thigh and he struggled violently against the chains. The Palico had stabbed him with some kind of small blade, and whatever it had been coated in seeped into his veins, making his heart pound. Some kind of a stimulant? He roared then, finding his anger once more as he threatened the Hunter audibly. The man responded by squeezing the ‘cuga’s left penis firmly, so tightly it nearly hurt. At the same time he brought that blade up to the meat and pressed the cutting edge to the shaft, staring up at the ‘Cuga who immediately stopped his roaring, reverting to a timid mewling. It was clear that his hostility would not be tolerated...

The Hunter began to manually masturbate him again, the sensation of those fingers struggling to encompass the Cuga’s girth was painfully familiar given his excursion in the vine trap. One particular stroke managed to compress the flare of his right penis, and he let out a loud yelp in response, prompting the hunter’s knife tip to dig into his nuts again, bringing with it that oh-so-familiar gut-wrenching pain as the knife tip penetrated his sac and nudged against his teste. It was a visceral pain, and made him feel like he needed to throw up. He didn’t want it to get worse so he shut his mouth and felt the tears start streaming into his facial fur as the Hunter continued stroking him.

The researchers winced as the Hunter poked and tortured the Nargacuga’s nuts, some of them averting their eyes from the forced milking. The Hunter changed his position to face the Nargacuga, squatting down and stroking the right penis straight downward, knife stored securely in his belt. Every pound of the Cuga’s heartbeat pulsed another bead of blood out of the small wound to his nutsack, and his cocktip was sporadically flaring out, dribbling thick rivulets of preseed into the glass flask below.

The Hunter slipped his knife out again and pressed the tip of it to the base of the Cuga’s penis, right near the sheath opening. He didn’t press enough to injure the member, just enough to scrape as he dragged the knife down the length of the cock, reminding the Cuga who was in charge. It left a sore red scratch down the length of the penis, which burned as the slick precum was spread up and down the throbbing shaft by the Hunter’s fingers, the cool air breezing over the mild scrape.

He felt himself losing control and tried to hold it back, but he couldn’t. The Hunter was relentless and it brought the Cuga to the edge quicker than anticipated. He felt his urethra bulge out and cried out, fresh tears joining the stains on his cheek fluff as his cockhead flared wide and he orgasmed. He could feel his nuts tense up and pull tight with each pump of his sexual fluid, the motions exacerbating the wound to his sac, a thin stream of blood dribbling down to the underside of his balls and dripping down to the ground. His powerful jets of cum were audible as they splattered into the flask, his left penis joining the fray and splashing the ground with virile Cuga cum. The smell of sex and hormones was strong in the air now as he lost the battle a second time to the Hunter, feeling weakness spread over his body as his orgasm easily filled the flask, the Hunter withdrawing and hoisting his prize up high while the rest of his orgasm gushed out onto the ground below, dampening the soil. The white pool was tinted ever so slightly pink as the dribbles of blood from his balls joined the fray.

He wanted to pass out and escape the experience altogether, or even death might have been welcome. He tried to go limp and let the darkness take over but he found annoyingly that he wasn’t able to. Physically exhausted though he was, something prevented him from tiring in that way. He felt stimulated and on edge, and realized that whatever the Palico had stabbed him with must be responsible for the inability to sleep. He resorted to letting out a series of low, grinding whines as he clicked his beak in dissatisfaction. The only comfort he had here was that his mother had never seen this place, he could not smell her. It was a small comfort indeed.

The ‘Cuga watched blearily as the Hunter strolled over to the researchers with the freshly collected vial of his semen. He felt nauseated again as one of them leaned in and sniffed at the vial, sampling his essence in such an unnatural way. He saw one of the young, fresh-faced researchers gesturing towards him and speaking with the Hunter. Judging by the way the Hunter was responding, whatever he was communicating wasn’t going to be good for Darkke.

He warily watched the fresh-faced researcher timidly begin approaching him, the man sucking in a breath and steeling himself as he reached forward. The Cuga blanched as he felt yet another set of human fingers, warm and soft on his penis. This touch wasn’t callous and harsh like the Hunter. This one was more of a soft and gentle caress. He hated to admit to himself that it was pleasant. He was shocked when the man leaned in and pressed his lips to the side of the Cuga’s penis, smooching at the scrape up the side while the Hunter laughed from over at the table. Oh gods, what were they going to do to him?

Chapter 7: Round Two

The Hunter frowned as one of the researchers began explaining what he’d like to do. Folding his arms, he appraised the lad. The researcher was young and fit, but seemingly had a strange strong fascination with monsters that the Hunter couldn’t relate to. He was going on about how much he wanted to touch and feel the Nargacuga, how an opportunity like this would never present itself naturally. After watching him ejaculate, the man had become sort of ravenous for it.

The Hunter looked from the researcher over to the Nargacuga and back again. Ah the hell with it. It wasn’t as though any harm could be done, and besides if this researcher could help produce the next sample it would save the Hunter some energy for making more. He nodded and waved his hand, giving his blessing for the human to have his way with the restrained beast.

The Hunter glanced down at his Palico and handed him another blade tipped with energy drink. “Go and make sure the bastard can’t pass out on us again. I want him to experience every waking moment of this procedure.” The Hunter snarled through clenched teeth before watching the Palico dart over and stick the ‘Cuga in the other thigh, prompting another startled yelp from the helpless monster.

The Hunter didn’t want to watch as the researcher began to fondle and molest the Nargacuga, cringing and turning away to his table to begin planning out his next phase of attack. If the weirdo wanted to bed a monster, he wouldn’t stop him but he certainly wouldn’t take part in it. He wanted to cause the beast pain and shame, not pleasure it. Though, he supposed it all accomplished the same goal. Gah, anyway.

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Darkke cringed as the human began doing things to his penis that felt...incredibly good. There was no catch with it at first, no pain to be had. These hands were gentle and pleasurable, and that made it all the more embarrassing. He was being watched by the other researchers, and the one on his crotch started massaging his supple cockflesh, rubbing the bare shaft agaist his face and licking at the wounded member, huffing and panting into it as he essentially bathed himself in potent Cuga musk.

Darkke closed his eyes as he felt the hot probing tongue tickle around his flare, then the human planted his lips against the squishy head and started sucking on his urethral opening, licking at it and dipping his tongue into it repeatedly. Gods, what an unnatural and strange feeling. He almost wondered if he preferred the Hunter’s treatment to this. At least the Hunter had an obvious end goal to his abuse. This was...torturous for a whole other set of reasons.

He opened his eyes when he felt the hands and mouth leave his shaft, drooling thick preseed onto the ground as he struggled to locate the man. He didn’t have to wait long before he felt a hand on his flank, squeezing his supple buttock, the muscles spasming in response under his fur as the researcher knelt down behind him. What was he doin---oh god no! Why?!

Darkke let out a baleful mewl as the human’s face disappeared under his tail and the researcher started licking a place that should never be licked. His anus tingled as the human’s small tongue ran over the many grooves and ripples, causing it to flex and tense up against his face as he pressed firmly there, the size difference allowing part of his face to sink into the opening, his nose pressing inside as the human practically devoured the Nargacuga’s hole. Darkke was definitely not a fan of this behavior. It was invasive and...well, weird!

The human pulled away after licking inside of the Nargacuga just a bit, tasting all the musk he had to offer before hurriedly pulling down his own pants, panting against the Nargacuga’s back as he lined himself up. Given the size difference and his shoddy prep work there wasn’t much to be done before he sank into the Nargacuga, and the beast let out a terrified yelp. No, this was wrong. Nothing should ever go inside that place. Things only came out!

The researcher seemed to be beside himself with lust as he openly bred the Nargacuga. His uncut cock disappearing into the beast again and again, tongue lolling out as he hugged the beast’s hind end, moaning into its furred backside as he fucked it. He didn’t last long, the intense fantasy of what he was doing mingled with the excitement of being watched and he came inside Darkke’s hole. The beast felt an incredible sense of shame wash over him. This was...far from okay. He wanted to go home...he wanted his mother. He wanted to make them pay for doing this to him...

When the researcher was done, he made his way around the front of the Nargacuga and shakily bent over, the ‘Cuga trying to jerk away as he had an idea of exactly what the human was going to do next. Sure enough, he hoisted the still-stiff cock up and pressed it against his own tiny (in comparison) anus. Would it even fit inside a human???

Darkke screamed out in pain as the human bent and contorted his cock to make it fit, growling as he managed to finally shove a much-too-large flared cockhead into a vice-like grip of his insides, the researcher letting out his own pained and startled cry as it sank into him with a squelch. Darkke’s eyes streamed as the human’s impossibly tight anus bore down quite painfully on him. He wanted free of this, he didn’t want this!

And yet the human researcher insisted on carrying on, holding his belly as he struggled to press backward, successfully taking about a quarter of the Nargacuga cock into him before a fat bulge appeared in his abdomen, which he cradled and rubbed, cooing and literally drooling from what he was doing. He shouted something out to the Hunter and in response, the man snatched up a vial and came over, doing everything he could not to look at what the researcher was doing as he handed the man a bottle.

Darkke cried out again and the Hunter stopped what he was doing to scowl at the beast, giving a firm punch directly to his hanging testes. This was much more visceral than the slaps and light cuts he’d received earlier. This one was so intense it turned his cry into a gurgling mess as he felt a wave of nausea so intense he thought he might vomit all over the humans. The punch sent his nuts swaying back, and the gut pain didn’t relent, the Hunter reached out and grabbed his sack, squeezing his thumb directly on the open wound on one of the nuts to remind the Nargacuga to play nice.

The researcher impaled on his monstrous cock pushed to sink it a few inches further, then pulled forward until the flare distended his anus horribly, before shoving back again, crying out at the intense feeling. The Hunter grabbed his second cock and hoisted it up, holding it over the rim of the flask as the researcher brought him closer to the edge.

The sweat and sexual fluids seeped into the light scrape along his cock, making it burn terribly as it went in and out of the human researcher. The tightness and the heat of his bowels only made the pain worse. He shuddered and closed his eyes, afraid to make another sound lest the Hunter turn his nuts into a speedbag.

At the height of his shame, he felt a premature orgasm erupt from his tips. Half of it poured into the human researcher, drawing a series of pleasured yelps and moans from the human, the other half pouring out into the waiting phial in the Hunter’s hand. His balls were stinging from the cut, and his cock itself was sore and burning from its cut. He wanted it to end. He could feel is urethras pulsating, it felt like they were bruised from how much he’d cum in such a short time. And yet somehow, the humans weren’t done yet...

The researcher on Darkke’s penis yanked forward, his asshole distending unnaturally before the monstrous flare schlorped out of him, and the gape poured out Nargacuga cum. The man could barely walk, crawling forward and wheezing, but it was clear he’d had the ride of his life. Darkke was disgusted and abhorred, but grateful the lewd researcher had seemingly finished with him.

He heard the humans celebrating and laughing, and opened his eyes to see them shoving the younger researcher playfully, helping him pull his trousers back on. The Hunter brought the full vial of Cuga milk over and handed it to the human with a disgusted smirk.

Darkke was wheezing himself, his cocks aching and sore as the struggled to try and go soft again, desperately wishing he didn’t have penises right now. He scoffed internally as he realized that wouldn’t make a difference to what the Hunter was doing. Even if he was female, the bastard would find a way to use him and harvest his fluids.

He felt the researcher’s cum leaking out of his butthole, tensing up his muscles and wishing he could wash in a stream. He could feel the caked on saliva stuck to his muscle, a constant reminder of the degrading acts he’d been exposed to. His eyes fluttered and he wished he could just fall asleep, but he realized he was being dosed with stimulants each time the Palico reappeared and stabbed him in the leg. His eyes flickered up to the Hunter, wondering what could possibly be next, and he recoiled in horror.

The Hunter was holding some kind of lance, coated in a thick rubbery material. Rounded at the tip instead of pointed. It was painfully obvious this wasn’t a tool for injuring monsters...

Chapter 8: Positively BARBaric

Darkke mentally recoiled as he watched the Palico waltz up with another dose of stimulant, whining with fatigue as the blade pierced him in yet another new location on his leg. What could he do besides endure this abuse? Already his penises were crying for release, begging for the pain to stop. The stiff soreness spread through his twin members and up into his gut, his balls stinging from the open wound on them mingled with his natural sweat and now his semen. Still, it seemed the show must go on.

The Hunter smirked as he admired the tool he was grabbing, a large thick lance. Though not pointed at the tip like others. It had been cast in some sort of thick rubbery material that tapered to a soft rounded tip, flaring out as it went down until it met a rather robust metal flat circle at the bottom. He hoisted it with a grunt, carrying a flask of some kind of slick fluid with him, approaching the Nargacuga, who began once more to struggle.

The Hunter growled and aimed the rubbery tip down, jabbing it rather painfully into the cuga’s nut-wound causing him to shriek again. He winced as the Hunter grasped his monstrous shaft in one hand, hoisting it upwards and sliding a firm rubbery wring over it, rolling the material down until it popped around his knot, securing it at the base and creating a painfully tight grip. Something to ensure he stayed erect, he assumed.

The Hunter gave the flared shaft a sharp slap, watching it bob with a hearty chuckle before moving around to the cuga’s backside. Darkke couldn’t see what was going on but he heard a cork fly out of a bottle and the sounds of something wet and slick being manipulated. While he couldn’t see it, the hunter had poured the contents of the bottle over the rubbery lance he had with him. When he was satisfied, he scooped a handful of the slimy substance up and brought his fingers to the cuga’s used hole, digging four of them in with the lube, slathering it around the rim.

Darkke jerked at the sensation, but got little warning before the Hunter had aimed the tip of the lance and thrust forward, piercing his anus with something more reasonably sized for him than the researcher’s human dick. Now he felt his anal muscles burn and ache as they spread around the lance that slid so easily into him, almost no friction given the lube. His eyes watered as the burning pain spread into his gut, but the Hunter shoved it deeper still. The cuga let out a plaintive cry as the Hunter braced the handle of the lance against the ground, ensuring it was firmly wedged into the cuga before securing it to his bound legs with some straps so it wouldn’t dislodge.

Darkke felt an intense burning pain as his anal ring was given no time to adjust, but it mingled hellaciously with the pleasure of having his prostate constantly smushed under pressure from the large insertion. It made him throb in the worst way, each renewed throb bringing him a fresh wave of stinging pain as his cock protested.

The Hunter reappared before him and grasped the turgid shaft, beginning to work at stroking it again, knowing that every heartbeat caused the cuga’s butthole to clench down on the lance, knowing it must be unberable to be so deeply penetrated without any practice. Shameful. And yet he was forcing the creature to stay erect, and worse he was forcing out so much sexual fluid that it’d be a miracle if his prostate even survived the day.

The Hunter sneered up at the Nargacuga, taking immense pleasure in the tears pouring freely from his eyes as he tried to fight the feelings. The Hunter could feel the resistance still and so he let go of the cock and returned to the table to grab a few things. Darkke wheezed in relief as the Hunter stepped away, his movements causing the lance to slip a bit deeper inside of him, penetrating his intestines and creating a bulge in his abdomen which made him cry out in discomfort again.

The Hunter reappeared with another open flask, and a knife. He took the sharp edge of the blade and scraped it up the length of the cuga’s shaft, creating another long mild scratch in the cockflesh that opened him to new stinging sensations of pain while the Hunter continued trying to milk him. It was then that the Hunter had a grand idea, looking at the rather large fleshy barbs lining the surface of the cuga’s penises. For a Nargacuga, they were small and inconsequential. To the smaller humans however, these barbs were easily the size of a human’s fist. Plenty of surface meat on each individual barb. The thought crossed his mind that if the Nargacuga’s semen fetched a high price for research, how much would pieces of its sexual organs go for? And to add insult to injury the Hunter would force the Nargacuga to ejaculate again through the torture and pain, further humiliating him. It was an amazing plan...

Darkke may have been fighting before but he actively began struggling when he felt the sharp edge of the blade begin to fold back one of his barbs. He didn’t have to be experienced in these things to understand what the Hunter was thinking. The way that sharp knife pricked at the seam where the barb met his penis, told him all he needed to know. This was not going to feel good in the slightest. His struggles caused the lance to slip just a few inches deeper and he let his head roll back to roar furiously. He’d had enough of this!

The Hunter smirked as he held the penis tight in his hand, turning his back to the Nargacuga and holding it under his arm, pinching it tight to his body while the other hand held the knife and pressed the cutting edge firmly into the seam where the barb in question began. The Hunter drew his breath and held it, before jerking his hand hard, watching the steel cut into flesh like butter, leaving a deep wound in the seam, the barb flapping back uselessly as it was nearly severed in one clean stroke. Blood splattered out of the wound and poured down the Nargacuga’s shaft, hitting the ground in a series of thick droplets.

Darkke screamed louder than he’d ever screamed before, tortured cries of a wounded animal as his mind seared white hot with the pain of what was happening. Why was he still so erect? The blinding pain made him feel as though he’d pass out but again – the stimulants kept that from happening. His prostate ached as the lance ground against it, and suddenly he felt a painful pressure around his knot as the human’s hand squeezed down tight enough to hurt. The mixture of gut pain and sharp wound pain tangoed together in his brain to overwhelm his senses. He barely felt the warm liquid oozing from his fresh wound.

As the Hunter continued squeezing his knot, he brought his other hand to the nearly-severed barb, wrapping his fingers around it. It was like a large fish scale of sorts, the meaty flesh pulsating in his hand as he gripped it tight. He gave it a playful tug, watching the cuga’s guts recoil, his abdomen shrinking away from it as the Hunter tugged at the barely-attached fleshy barb. He cooed mockingly at the ‘cuga as he continued squeezing the creature’s knot, working his fingers into the underside of it before sliding up the length and back down again, putting pressure exactly where he knew it would do the most good.

Darkke felt his throat grow hoarse from the screaming. Even the researchers looking on had to turn away and wrinkle their noses. The amount of pain this creature was in was...simply inhumane. And still, the Hunter forced him to approach orgasm. The last thing on his mind as the Hunter was mutilating his erect penis, and yet he felt the fluttering sensation bubbling up in the pit of his belly as the stimulation continued. No, he couldn’t let this happen...he wouldn’t!

Darkke tried to fight it as the Hunter gave another agonizingly slow tug on the barb, a wet snapping sound as some of the flesh still connecting it tore away, his heartbeat pushing fresh blood out of the wound as the Hunter gleefully felt his urethra bulging on the underside of that cock. Knots were so predictable, and the right amount of stimulation would induce an orgasm through anything, even agonizing pain. The lance was certainly helping by stimulating his prostate.

Darkke was hyperventilating in between screams now, the Nargacuga growing raspy and throaty as his yowls continued. It was a miracle that all of Astera hadn’t found them by now with how he was going on and on. Each visceral tear of the flesh between his barb and shaft sent another jolt of disorienting pain through his system. He felt dizzy, as the world was spinning. The screeching and howling was doing a number on his lungs as well. Make it stop, make it stop! He’d do anything for it to just end!

The Hunter had no intention of stopping. Another series of rapid jerks to the nearly-dislodged barb and a wet ripping sound as more flesh was torn. He could feel the Nargacuga’s heated urethra pulsating out against his hand on the underside of the shaft. He was still stroking it feverishly, insistent on forcing the cum out of the beast.

The Hunter licked his lips as fresh blood flowed freely from the penis, and he braced himself before giving one final momentous jerking tug on the barb, and with a hellacious wet ripping sound it tore free, leaving tattered torn flesh where the barb used to connect to the ‘cuga’s penis. Blood flowed freely from the wound, the entire area around it going numb as the creature’s nerves simply refused to register such an obscene amount of pain.

He gave one last plaintive scream as the barb came free and then he climaxed from all the stimulation. Brain crossing the wires between pain and pleasure just as the Hunter wanted, he lost it, and the Hunter was there with bloody fingers clutched around the next empty phial, ready to collect every drop of his gargantuan orgasm. The pulses of his seed jetting out exacerbated the pain radiating through his penis and he was on the brink of passing out, forbidden from it by those damned stimulants....

Chapter 9: Thunderbugs

The fiery, stinging pain of his fresh penile wound was constant. He cast his gaze down to look at his wounded cock and felt a fresh burst of tears stain his facial fur. He blinked them away and watched the Hunter carry the next phial of his seed over to the group of eager researchers, handing it off to the second to last one. Now there was only one empty-handed researcher left, and Darkke prayed that would be the end of his torment.

He winced as his palpating heartbeat sent shockwaves of pain through his system. Yet, the more the pain irritated his nerves the more he found himself unable to go flaccid – unable to stop his body from craving more stimulation. He felt disgusted as he realized he was beginning to respond to the pain exactly how the Hunter had planned. It sickened him to feel the sting of abuse and then feel his body react the way that it was. He shouldn’t enjoy this at all, and yet his body seemed to want more of the abuse, at least where his penises were concerned.

He didn’t have the energy to yowl as he shifted uncomfortably on the lance still jammed into his bowels. He could feel the rubbery-coated tip bluntly rearranging his guts and shifting in his lower intestine. It was a wildly uncomfortable feeling and he wished he could free himself of it, if nothing else.

Darkke watched as the Hunter placed his meaty thick barb freshly removed from his penis onto the table, then he grabbed the strange wooden contraption, sort of a cage. The Hunter winked at the last researcher of the group as he strode over to the Nargacuga and held up the cage. It was huge, though not quite as long as his penis. From what Darkke could see, the cage was made up of tightly wound vine on the outside and there was a soft rubbery tube on the inside, leaving open space between the cage itself and the smooth clear tube inside.

The Hunter grasped the thick penis in one hand, pressing his thumb against the stinging scrape along its side as he angled the tip into the huge cage. Darkke winced as he felt his flared head compress, allowing his girth to suction into the slippery inner workings of the tube. He grunted as the pressure mounted with the Hunter pressing the device further down his shaft, yelping weakly when the barb wound was squeezed mercilessly by the tight inner tube of the device. His cockhead reached the end of the device and it wasn’t quite fully encapsulating his length, leaving a bit of his cockflesh exposed.

With the device in place around his cock, the Hunter whistled to himself as he strode off back towards the large table, stooping down to pick something up out of one of the crates under the table. Darkke’s eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen – the Hunter straightened up with a large glass jar full of bright buzzing yellow insects. Darkke knew these were Thunderbugs – a rather volatile species of insect capable of generating electricity. The device on his cock made sense now and he wanted nothing to do with it.

The Cuga tried once again to break his bindings, straining uselessly against them as his entire body rebelled against what the Hunter had planned. He’d rather get sliced up than deal with what was about to happen. Unfortunately he had no choice but to allow it, watching helplessly as the Hunter strode back over and opened a hatch on the side of the cage, tilting the jar and pulling off its lid to allow the insects to invade the cage.

Darkke squinted his eyes closed as he felt the buzzing first. It wasn’t painful but it was very unique. He could feel the shuffling of insects shifting around into the open space of the cage and he couldn’t help but hold his breath for a moment, anticipating the inevitable. He foolishly thought the bugs simply wouldn’t do anything as the buzzing settled down and the Hunter closed the cage door. There was nothing to agitate them right now so maybe they wouldn’t spark up and zap him...

Unfortunately for him, the Hunter was keenly aware of this as well. Once the bugs were in the cage, he grasped the exposed part of the Nargacuga’s cock, rapidly jerking it up and down, causing the whole cage to jostle and shake, bugs fall around over each other inside. All it took was a few violent shakes to set off a chain reaction...once one bug was going to do it, they all would in turn.

Darkke could feel a strange hum around his trapped penis, immediately followed by sharp tingling pain like nothing he’d felt before. He gasped out and protested as best he could, but as one bug became two and then three he found it harder to move much. The electricity was going to paralyze him it felt like! He locked his teeth together and snarled as the pain hugged every inch of his aching, wounded cock. Well, every inch save the ones not inserted into the cage. The electricity was merciless and made his cock jump wildly, only exacerbating the bugs further as they continued to put out their charge.

The Nargacuga couldn’t possibly know, but the inner sleeve of the cage was made of a material that conducted electricity. Meaning that as the sparks flew from the agitated thunderbugs, the electricity they generated imbued the sleeve itself with a shocking ability. It was incredibly warm, the heat generated from the electricity was borderline uncomfortable. As more bugs began joining in the chorus of zaps, it only got worse.

Darkke felt the sensation travel up his spine, his jaw locking as he gritted his teeth. He began to emit a constant low whine, feeling his hips jerk spastically as the extreme sensation continued. The Hunter folded his arms and chuckled as the Nargacuga’s body gave in to what it craved. Darkke felt pathetic as he humped the air, awash in the sensation of practically being electrocuted. There were easily fifty bugs jammed into the cage around his cock, and he could definitely feel every last one of them zapping him.

At some point, the electricity became like vibrations around his cock, making his eyes roll as his hip thrusting continued. He could feel his nuts tensing up and pulsating, sending fresh pinpricks of pain through his groin but they couldn’t compare to the sharp electric pain wrapped around his cock. It was like he’d stuck himself into an angry wasp nest. Every tingling zap of electricity felt like another stabbing prick of a stinger. It was...exhilarating.

Coming to terms with that realization made his heart sink. What was happening to him? He was being abused and tortured yet his mind was grasping at straws, trying to make sense of the sensations. The constant sexual gratification mingled with the pain and he was beginning to have trouble deciphering the difference, especially with the current abuse. It wasn’t as painful as being sliced open had been...

Drool began to form at the corners of his mouth, pooling before dribbling down in thick sticky strands. He closed his eyes and thrust his hips faster now, instinct driving him to breed. Even when there was nothing to breed with. His erratic inexperienced jerky thrusts caused that lance up his backside to grind and shove at his bowels, heightening the sexual pleasure as his prostate was mashed to a pulp essentially.

The Hunter saw the approach of another climax and snickered, shaking his head and swooping over to the table to ready a final phial. The researchers were watching from across the arena, jotting down notes feverishly. Then there was that researcher who was fondling himself idly, having pulled his cock out and gotten erect at seeing the Cuga handled like this.

Darkke was flaring his nostrils as he felt it rising up inside of him. Too many sensations, too much stimulation! The Palico hadn’t revisted him with the stimulants but he didn’t need to. There was enough coursing through his veins to keep him at full attention. Every wild thrust of his hips stirred up the Thunderbugs and kept the sensations going as thick drool splattered down into his chest fur and hung from his maw.

He felt entirely broken, unnaturally attracted to the pain of his predicament. It angered him to feel so good and bad at the same time, all at the hands of a lesser species like humans. Maybe this was the plan all along, to convert him into an obedient pain loving toy. Perhaps this was his only path forward...

The Nargacuga snapped his eyes open on the cusp of orgasm, his entire body trembling as he gave one last powerful thrust, feeling the weight of the insects inside the cage shift around as they were jostled to and fro. Another burst of electric pain and he lost it, howling out in sexual ecstasy as his body seized, hips jerking erratically as he gave in and let the pleasure of another climax numb the stinging pain away.

“Awww, look at that. The toy couldn’t hold back. Must like that lance up his ass!” The Hunter bellowed out to the researchers as warm slick fluids filled the final phial to the brim, overflowing onto his hand and dribbling onto the ground below, joining the already formed pool of jizz from the untouched other penis bobbing away in need.

Darkke’s tongue hung out as the last spurts of his seed flooded out and he let the release wash away his pain – or at least transcend it for the time being. This orgasm lasted longer than the rest and even as the Hunter pulled the phial away, it kept going. When it finally stopped, he could feel exhaustion flooding in. Though the electric zapping continued, he was succumbing to his wounds and abuse. With the lack of fresh stimulants, all he could do was stare balefully at the Hunter, wanting to rip him limb from limb as darkness crept into the edges of his vision. It spread further until finally, Darkke slipped away into unconsciousness, a deep sleep almost like death dragging him away from the pain of being awake...