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_ - The Ancient Forest _

Seitah 'Miki' Mikaruga was a noted and respected huntress. Fearlessly, she faced off against the monsters that plagues the land, never failing to carry out her missions. Those who knew her would grudgingly admit that she had her little foibles and eccentricities - particularly a notable preference for 'lone wolf' action in the field, despite an otherwise personable and social demeanor - but these were entirely overshadowed by her skill as a hunter and particularly her rare talent for potioncrafting. All hunters learned how to create various useful tinctures and draughts from herbs, nuts, and various monster-parts - every little bit helped when it came to staying alive in that particular line of work - but she took it much further, often devising potent, original concoctions.

It was thus no surprise that she caught the eye of the Research Commission. Shipping people across the sea to the New World had been impossible until relatively recently, and it was still a slow, dangerous, and expensive endeavor. After all, it wasn't enough to send hunters there - a complete support-structure was needed, including engineers, craftsmen, handlers, and researchers. A hunter who was capable of doing double duty as a researcher, at least in the pharmacological field, was thus a very handy bargain. When approached, she readily agreed - and became part of the Fifth Fleet as it sailed for the New World in order to reinforce the Commission's main base there.

The Fifth Fleet would wind up entangled in many great events - starting with its dramatic arrival - and in such chaos, it is easy for someone to slip through the cracks and disappear from everyone's notice. Miki did not gain a heroic nickname, did not track down Zorah Magdaros, did not solve the mystery of the Elder Crossing, did not save the continent from destruction... but then, that wasn't why she'd come, either. She had her own purpose, her own plans, entirely separate from those of the Commission... and this is her story.

Miki grinned broadly as she looked out across the vast, green morass of the Ancient Forest. Not the most original name, she thought idly - but then, the First Fleet had been a little too busy scrambling to survive in a hostile land and building a city from the wreckage of their ships to spend too much time thinking up creative names for their surroundings. Well, the name hardly mattered - what mattered was that it was HUGE, and mostly devoid of people. Sitting as she did, on a branch near the top of one of the vast trees, she could easily imagine that she had the place entirely to herself - the smoke-columns and white sails of Astra were behind her back, invisible, forgotten if she tried hard enough.

Alas, the truth remained that she didn't quite have the place to herself. There were hundreds of active hunters on the continent, ranging from First Fleet veterans who'd refused to hang up their wrough-bone greatswords to fellow Fifth Fleet newbies, freshly arrived and ranging out to explore the world they'd signed up to see. However, compared to the sheer size of the continent, even those hundreds were a drop in the bucket, and the tasks they were assigned by the Council tended to focus them in particular areas - in the case of the Ancient Forest, that meant the region immediately neighboring Astra, where they'd either fight dangerous creatures who might otherwise threaten the city, or search for some sample or other requested by their betters. Why go further afield when everything you needed was right next door?

Well, SHE had her reasons. This far away from Astra, she was highly unlikely to encounter any other hunters - and that was exactly the situation she'd come here to find. Back home, there was just... too many hunters, too many cities, too many caravans, too many travelers... even if you took a solo job somewhere in the back-end of beyond, there were usually even odds as to whether some other hunter might swing by to join in. Of course, everybody was working for the Guild, which meant that they were all expected to behave themselves, work together to get the job done, and not get into fights about who'd stolen whose kill. She'd played that game often enough, hiding her simmering frustrations behind a sweet smile. Now, there'd be no more need for that. Finally, she had some PRIVACY!

Sliding down a vine, she took a last look around, ears peaked as well. There was life all around her - insects, birds, small animals... but the only other_intelligent_ life anywhere nearby was her semi-faithful Palico, Felix, who was currently reclining on a lower branch, watching her through half-lidded eyes. With a flick of her wrist, she released her Scoutflies, letting them add to her situational awareness. It was time to begin the hunt. She'd start with something easy... there'd be plenty of Jagras around in a place like this, and that meant Great Jagras too - at least a couple.

It didn't take her long to find the first tracks. Large, three-toed imprints, surrounded by a mess of other, smaller ones of a similar design. A surefire indication that a Great Jagras was nearby, leading his pack. The Scoutflies made it laughably easy to follow them - though she felt fairly certain that she could've managed to keep up with such obvious tracks by herself if needs be. Swiftly but stealthily, she moved through the undergrowth, pursuing her mark, until finally she caught sight of them. In a small clearing, the Jagras - dog-sized, lizard-like pack-hunters clad in brilliantly green scales - were sunning themselves on a large, flat rock, clustered around their far more massively-built Alpha...

Hidden in the undergrowth, she took a deep breath and made her preparations. A final sweep, with both Scoutflies and her own senses, to make absolutely certain that she was alone - other than Felix, who had followed her at a relaxed distance, even stealthier than herself. She checked her pouches and her armor. The smoke-bombs were ready, carefully crafted by her own hand. The modifications she'd made to her armor were holding up just fine. Her fingers touched the jar of the special salve she had invented and mixed herself, and she glanced thoughtfully up at the Great Jagras' green-scaled bulk. Then she removed her hand from it with a widening smile. She wouldn't need it, not for this one. He wasn't a particularly large specimen of his kind, and she'd dealt with his sort before without incident.

She tensed her muscles for a second - then she sprinted out of cover, dashing into the middle of the group of half-asleep, sun-drunk Jagras before they could stir. Their Alpha, clearly taking his duty as the pack's guardian seriously, was faster on the draw, pushing himself up from the warm rock he'd been relaxing on with a roar. She ignored it - he was too late. The first two smoke-bombs were already in the air, one rolling in each direction, ensuring that the cloud would encompass the entire pack. She'd placed a third, smaller one in her Slinger - such a clever invention! - and now brought it to bear on the Great Jagras, launching the drug-laced explosive directly into his face, just to make absolutely sure that he received a large enough dose for his greater body-mass.

Light-pink smoke filled the air as all three charges exploded nearly simultaneously - though it was more of a hissing disintegration than a proper explosion. The smaller Jagras, still reeling from the shock of her sudden appearance, pulled themselves up on all fours, yelping and swinging their reptilian heads around in confusion, breathing in the smoke in rapid gulps. Their huge Alpha, meanwhile, reeled back from the impact to his face, blinking and shaking his head to clear it even as the drugged smoke filled his lungs. No amount of head-shakes would help against her special mix, though...

Within ten, twenty seconds, the panicked noises that had so briefly filled the clearing had died out. The smaller Jagras swayed in place, peering around through half-lidded eyes, completely calm and clearly unconcerned with her presence. The Great Jagras was no different, though there seemed to be a strange urgency in the way he looked around, like he was searching for something. Miki grinned. The drug had worked its magic as always - deadening the beasts' territorial instincts and aggressiveness, rendering them as docile as any Poogie. Many other Hunters would probably be very interested in having a weapon with such capability on hand... at least, they would, if it weren't for the 'side-effects'. Or rather, the PRIMARY effect for which she had designed the drug. Those aggressive instincts didn't just go away - they were subsumed, redirected, overpowered by another, more basic and primal one: The breeding-instinct. Any male subjected to the drug turned into a single-minded horndog, eager to pound anything even remotely resembling a viable orifice. Females tended to just become really pliable and chilled-out.

Breathing quickly already - the drug didn't work on her, or humans in general, alas - she turned around and got down on all fours, reaching back to flip her armored skirt up. That kind of armor wasn't unusual - it provided good protection for groin and thighs without slowing movement. Of course, in most armor-suits, there was something UNDERNEATH it, too. Not so on hers. Her leg-armor stopped a bit above the knees, leaving her groin and ass entirely bare beneath the skirt. She'd been dripping wet for half an hour, ever since she started the chase. It had been so long... she needed it so desperately! Keeping her armored torso elevated with one hand, she used to other to reach between her thighs to spread her pussy-lips open with two fingers, flashing the disoriented Jagras Alpha with the pinkness of her vaginal interior, letting him smell her overflowing arousal.

In his current, impaired state, that was all it took. He didn't care at all that she in no way looked like a Jagras female - she was there, bent over in front of him, and there was a suitable-looking hole. With a gleeful roar, he dashed forwards, his vast bulk moving faster than one might have thought possible, driven by his eagerness to cover her body with his own. And cover it he did; her agile, well-toned physique swiftly disappeared beneath his wide bulk, pushed down into the smooth stone below as his cock - unsheathed and fully hardened in record time - quested around her groin in search of the promised orifice.

She was only too eager to help him. With small, hungry pants coming steadily from her mouth, she let the hand between her legs reach out to grasp his rod, guiding it in, pulling it forwards. Her desires reached a fevered pitch as she felt it between her fingers - filled with the recently-absorbed warmth of the sun, covered in wart-like nubs, and nearly as thick around as her wrist. He might well be a small specimen of his kind, but he compensated by being well-hung for his size! A final tug sent it hurtling forwards, directly into her eagerly-waiting cunt with the muscular mass of a large, hungry predator behind it.

She only barely had time to remove her hand and use it to brace herself before the Great Jagras triumphantly lanced into her, stretching her pussy tautly around his vast girth as he pounded her with the same level of violent strength as he would a Jagras female in heat. A long sigh came from her lips as the sensation coursed through her, along with a pre-orgasmic shudder. Placing her forehead on the hot stone beneath her in an almost worshipful position, she let the reptilian monster use her body as he saw fit, absorbing all of his rutting power and converting it into pleasure.

As the first orgasm rolled through her, she gasped and convulsed beneath him, gushing even more juices to coat his already amply-lubricated shaft. He simply continued to pound away, ignorant and uncaring of her pleasure or lack of same as only a dumb beast could be. His instincts were in perfect focus, leaving no room for doubt or uncertainty - he was in heat, there was a tight, hot orifice wrapped around his cock, and his entire purpose in life was to fill that orifice with his thick, hot spunk. He did so, just shy of five minutes later, giving Miki a second orgasm along with the slimy load that now filled her womb.

Then, to his own vague surprise, he kept going. Normally, his ardor would have cooled, job done, and he would've moved on to do something else important - like eat, sleep, or fight - but somehow the heat still burned brightly in his foggy mind, locking his instincts into a lust-frenzied loop. His powerful hindquarters kept pumping tirelessly, drawing on his vast stamina, pouring thrust after thrust into the shuddering, moaning female beneath him. His bumpy cock was stimulating every inch of her pussy it could reach, the tightness caused by his raw girth ensuring that she could feel every last little knob and wart on his irregularly-textured shaft.

This continued for nearly an hour, through four more cumloads (albeit of steadily decreasing quantity), before the Great Jagras' rising fatigue and the dropping levels of aphrodisiac in his blood reached an equilibrium and he finally, unsteadily, stopped his thrusting and began to back up. A slimy, sucking sound could be heard as he pulled back his rapidly-softening cock, followed by a gurgling, splashing noise when it left the tight embrace of Miki's overstretched pussy. His cock, ultimately, was fairly small relative to his vast size - but his testicles were another matter, and the five cumloads he'd fired into her womb had literally filled it to overflowing. Thick, oozing droplets had been squeezing out around the edges of his shaft despite the tightness of the surrounding labia since his third orgasm, and now that the cork had been removed, that dribble quickly turned into a waterfall.

Miki listened to the sound of the cum splattering against the already-slimy stone between her thighs, a wide, relaxed smile on her face, her eyes vague and unfocused. She'd easily gained thrice the orgasm of her monstrous partner, enough to temporary overload her pleasure-hungry brain, leaving her satisfied and happy. She knew it wouldn't last, though - not by itself. She needed a steady stream of sexual stimulation and orgasmic pleasure to maintain that pleasant state. Fortunately, she was going to get just that. Even while the Great Jagras was climbing off of her, uncovering her shivering, fucked-silly body, her hand sough the wet, dripping hole between her legs and plunged several fingers inside.

Her well-fucked pussy offered no resistance - she could have easily pushed her whole hand inside if she wanted to. That wasn't the purpose of the exercise, though - instead, she merely made sure to pick up a nice, solid coating of the slippery cum-and-pussy-juice mix that filled that temporarily-sated orifice. Then she moved her hand higher, and smeared this natural lubricant on her tiny, puckered asshole, pushing a couple of slimy fingers inside to add a decent coating there too. Her sphincter parted easily before the intruding digits.

No sooner had she finished applying this lubrication than the Great Jagras staggered away, tired and sated, leaving her uncovered... and the rest of his pack crowded around her. Well, half of it did, anyway. The other half was sleeping in the sunshine, tired and sated. The aphrodisiac didn't affect the females as heavily as the males - so while they'd been willing enough partners for their same-sized male counterparts, their instincts had soon been satisfied and they'd lost interest. Leaving the male Jagras, lightweight bodies still suffused with the lust-inducing drug, to pace impatiently around their Alpha - and the female beneath him, who still reeked of heat and desire.

Now that the Alpha had finally had his fill it was their turn, and they had an abundance of pent-up desires to work out - and lithe, agile bodies filled with whipcord muscles, ready to substitute speed and agility for the raw strength and stamina of their larger Alpha. They washed over her like a tide of lust, reptilian bodies heated by both sun and desire, pressing against her, cocks out and erect, searching for something,anything, to put them in. She merrily supplied them with all the holes she had available.

This was, however, a sadly short list. Her pussy still gaped open after the Great Jagras' hour-long assault, and the first Jagras who found his way into it entirely failed to recognize it as a viable orifice. Well, that was why she'd lubed herself up ahead of time - it didn't take much guidance for him to search higher, and find another, tighter hole to use. Her anus stretched easily around his cock - smaller, but just as knobbly as the Great Jagras' had been. Tight and hot, the lubrication was so-so at best, ensuring a noticeable friction that neither one of them seemed to mind. Not that she would have been in a position to protest if she did mind, seeing as another Jagras had recognized her eagerly-opened mouth as a useable hole, thrusting his gamy, unwashed lizard-cock into it with abandon.

She sucked on it eagerly, savoring the wild flavor of the animalistic dick and the undertones of female arousal - remnants of his recent mating with a temporarily-willing female of his own kind. Her tongue caressed the countless, wart-like knots that covered his shaft, as well as the sensitive, elongated cockhead whenever it was within its reach. The Jagras produced a pleased hiss, craning his head. He had no concept of 'blowjobs', but he knew what pleasure felt like, and this was certainly it. His hindquarters pistoned swiftly as his forelegs clung to Miki's shoulders, driving his cock swiftly in and out of this strange, but pleasant fuck-hole.

At the other end of her body, the other Jagras who had been fast enough off the starting-blocks to grab a hole on the first pass was doing the same thing. His wart-studded cock was tearing into her tight, semi-lubricated ass, making her feel the knobbly texture even more keenly than she had for the larger member of the Great Jagras. She writhed between them, spit-roasted like a chunk of meat, overwhelmed by a pleasure that was equal parts physical and mental. The sensation of the Jagras' thick, savory cum pouring down her throat contributed to the steady string of minor orgasms she was experiencing as much as the constant, rough anal stimulation.

Still filled with chemically-induced heat, the two Jagras would happily have kept going even after they came - but their surrounding peers were impatient, and as soon as the two of them relaxed in that brief, post-orgasmic ecstasy, they were shoved and bullied away to make room for two others. Having watched their fellows with feverish intensity, they found her mouth and ass with greater ease than the first pair, and eagerly began to pound both of them with bestial intensity.

Switching after every orgasm, the small mob of Jagras would not soon run out of stamina - they'd keep going until the drug wore out entirely. As they came back for seconds, thirds and so on, they didn't always find the same orifice - after the first fifteen minutes or so, most of the knobbly cocks that found their way into her mouth also carried the dank, bitter flavor of her own, well-fucked ass with them, particularly thanks to all the little warts scraping across her intestines, scooping up small amounts of ass-slime in the process.

This ass-to-mouth buffet failed to deter her in the least - she sucked each of the stained cocks as eagerly as those that had come before, running her tongue caressingly around every wart. That dark flavor was nothing new to her. Indeed, very little in the realm of sexuality was new to her anymore. As she floated in a sea of ecstasy, caught between two horny Jagras, a detached part of her mind pondered the path that had led her there, the hows and whys of the course she had set in life. This, too, was nothing new for her - indeed, it was par for the course. It was only during such times of steadily-flowing pleasure that she had the leisure for reflection and deeper consideration, after all...

For as long as she could remember, she'd felt that something was missing. Like the world wasn't quite as it should be. A strange, vague sense of unease and general wrongness pervaded her early years. It turned her into a very inquisitive child, always poking around the village and asking the adults strange questions, as she tried to find a way to put words to her feelings. Shortly after she turned six, however, she found the answer, largely due to her growing habit of eavesdropping on older children. Thanks to that, she overheard two older girls having a whispered conversation about masturbation - and gathered enough information to begin experimenting with it herself.

Despite her clumsy fingers and vague understanding of what she was doing, she managed to get it right after a few attempts, creating a slowly-building, ticklish sense in her abdomen, like a pressure that just grew and grew... until it was released in her first-ever orgasm. It was like a revelation - that soaring pleasure, the buildup and release, that was what she'd been missing! For a few minutes afterwards, as she lay in her sweat-soaked bed-sheets, dazed by the intensity of the sensation, she felt wholly at ease for the first time.

She kept experimenting with masturbation, and soon sought out suitably-sized and -shaped objects to assist further. The pinprick pain of tearing through her young hymen was completely lost in the pleasure of her first penetration, courtesy of a wax-candle 'borrowed' from her mother's cupboard. However, in a sense, it made her situation worse - now that she knew how to combat her persistent sense of wrongness, she wanted to do it all the time, shutting herself away from her peer's games and contests whenever possible in order to seek a private spot and work her way to another couple of orgasms with various improvised toys... or her increasingly-practiced fingers, if no other option was available.

Unfortunately, despite her attempts to keep her activities covert - based mostly on a semi-instinctive understanding that it was 'for older kids' - her parents caught on in short order. Understandably concerned by her obsession, they dragged her to the village doctor, who concluded that she was suffering from a disease of the mind, and attempted to 'cure' her. The various potions and tinctures he fed her made her feel nauseous and sluggish - never managing to actually quiet her urges, but merely rendering her temporarily too sick to pursue her 'hobby'. Her parents, however, watched her like hawks now, actively preventing her from masturbating in any way. Despite the medicines, the pressure inside her rose - the sense of wrongness grew steadily worse, exacerbated by the knowledge that she had a simple fix close at hand - so to speak. She was seriously considering running away from home... when the Monster struck.

She never found out what it was - only that it was big and scaly and loud and, for whatever reason, really angry. It tore through the walls, the village guards, and the handful of young, inexperienced hunters operating out of the town's tiny Guildhall. It razed the village, tearing down buildings, devouring villagers, and crushing many others under its bulk. She spent most of the attack half-buried under the rubble of her family's house, drifting in and out of unconsciousness, hearing the roars and screams from outside.

In the end, the Monster moved on, and was soon hunted down and killed by veteran hunters from the Guild - ensuring that it would never another village. She was excavated from the rubble by the Guild's relief-force, along with a handful of other survivors - none of them from her family. The village doctor also hadn't made it. Even through the grief that the loss of her mother, father, and older brother brought with it, however, she understood that she'd been given a chance. Nobody who knew about her 'condition' had survived. As long as she was careful and learned from her earlier mistakes, she could try again to keep it hidden - now with far greater urgency, knowing that adults might try to 'cure' her again if she was found out.

Subsequently, she wound up in a Guild-run orphanage in the nearest major city. The Guild ran a number of such institutions, primarily for hunters' children orphaned by that dangerous job, but also for kids like her - survivors of monster-attacks that had wiped out entire families. It was a rambunctious sort of place, with many of the kids having aspirations to join the ranks of the hunters themselves upon coming of age, and eagerly 'practicing' for the job by exploring the city and the nearby wilderness, having play-fights or practicing with roughly-made, wooden weapons. It was easy to slip away, and as long as she was back for all the meals, the managers didn't worry unduly about her absence.

When simple masturbation started to lose its shine, it was also surprisingly easy to lie herself older and seek a more visceral alternative. It wasn't as if anyone there knew her exact age, and she was lucky enough to be an 'early bloomer' in a couple of significant ways. At age 9, claiming to be 12, she managed to 'seduce' another orphaned boy four years her senior. He didn't really understand what 'sex' was, yet, but his youthful hormones were beginning to rise, giving him an urge for it that he had yet to fully comprehend - a situation she was quite familiar with, since she'd felt that way for many years. She had to be a bit careful about revealing the breadth of her own knowledge - gleaned mainly from more eavesdropping, now carefully-targeted - to avoid rousing suspicion, but she'd learned a lot about being careful, too.

Despite his youthful clumsiness and urgency, despite the diminutive size of his still-developing dick, the young teen managed to get her off more swiftly and potently than her regular masturbation had done since the very beginning. He seemed to enjoy it quite a bit himself, too. They became regular lovers afterwards, frequently sneaking off for a quick fuck, day or night... but of course, despite his abundant stamina and youthful virility, he couldn't fully keep up with her never-sated appetites. So she seduced another boy, this one 15. And another. And another. Towards the end, she was juggling 5 'boyfriends', aged between 13 and 16, never letting any of them catch on to not being the only one, each of them happy to stay quiet about their '13-year-old' girlfriend, knowing that the adults would likely disapprove.

At age 14 (actually 11), she was apprenticed to a nearby Pharmacist, as part of the orphanage's residency-program. She was reluctant at first, remembering her youthful encounter with the village doctor, but her teacher - a kind-tempered Wyverian - soon managed to rouse her interest by telling her about the intriguing effects that many of the herbs, mushrooms and odd fluids he worked with could have. Here was a herb that made people calm and relaxed when smoked, here was a mushroom that made people laugh themselves silly if ingested, and there a powder taken from a large insect's wings that caused swift and heavy sleep when breathed... the possibilities intrigued her, and she began throwing herself into pharmacological studies with almost as much eagerness as she explored the freedom of having her own room, in the city, away from the bustle of the orphanage.

With her blossomed breasts and an early growth-spurt, she was already well on the way to looking even older than the age she'd lied her way to - adding a carefully-chosen dress and some makeup, and she could manage to pass for a youthful-looking 16. The city was filled with men - traders and merchants, hunters and sailors, clerks and researchers - and many of them were open to seduction from a sweet-looking but surprisingly experienced girl in a slinky dress, especially after a few rounds at the many taverns and pubs that dotted the place. She found most of them to be far more satisfyingly equipped - not to mention skilled - than the boys back at the orphanage had been. Several of them proved capable of teaching her new, intriguing things about sexuality - and she always leaped on every opportunity to experiment, eager to sample new pleasures and add them to her repertoire. Already, some of the shine was starting to wear off the plain old dick-in-pussy back-and-forth...

By the time she was 13, and thus reached the 'official' age of majority of 16, she'd thoroughly explored the variants and possibilities of human sexuality... and, for that matter, Wyverian, Troverian and Lynian sexuality. While she finished her apprenticeship at the pharmacist, mastering her craft and secretly devising some very original mixtures, she felt like she'd hit a bit of a wall... until an encounter with a Felyne broadened her horizons. the Felyne was far shorter than her, and his dick was comparatively tiny - but he nonetheless managed to surprise her in the sack. The feeling of his soft fur against her naked skin was a pleasant twist, but more importantly, his cock turned out to be crowned by a ring of bony barbs, which generated remarkable amounts of pain-laced pleasure as they raked across her insides. His tiny but razor-sharp claws added even more stimulation as they delicately toyed with her tits, pinching her nipples. She'd already discovered that she had a masochistic streak a mile wide, but this direct, biological integration of pleasure and pain was something new, something... delicious.

She could not be entirely satisfied with a Felyne lover, however. In the end, the unimposing size just detracted too much from the experience. But now, she knew where to continue her search... in the animal kingdom, from which the Felynes were merely one step removed. An early version of her home-made aphrodisiac aided her in this exploration, enabling her to 'seduce' her prey with ease. Suddenly, the city that she had thought mostly mined-out revealed a whole new vein of potential lovers - new shapes, sizes and textures to explore!

A feeling of coldness stirred her from her reverie and she belatedly realized that the sun had gone down, letting the night chill invade the clearing. She was alone - the last of the Jagras must have staggered away, exhausted and finally beginning to claw their way out of the drug-fueled haze of desire. Her face, hair, and rear were heavily encrusted with spunk, drying quickly in the cool air, and with a groan, she staggered to her feet. A quick drink of an energizing potion she always kept in her belt for clearing off the post-orgiastic cobwebs got her moving and thinking a bit straighter, and she headed in the direction of the smell of woodsmoke to find the small campsite that Felix had set up while she was busy.

He gave her a pointed look and a plaintive meow as she wandered into the camp, and while she kind of felt like maybe taking a quick bath in the nearby stream to wash off the increasingly-itchy Jagras-cum, and maybe clean her armor, she quickly obeyed his Felyne command, stripping off her armor to stand naked before him. He watched her display her stained body with predatory eyes, before imperiously commanding her to kneel before the small boulder he'd been resting on, putting her at eye-level with his crotch. His claws dug into her scalp as he pulled her head forwards, thrusting his small, barb-headed cock towards her mouth, and she let it in without resistance. Her tongue caressed the semi-hard organ while she waited for him to get started.

A couple of seconds later, the bitter fluid began to flow across her tongue to fill the back of her throat, where she unhesitatingly swallowed it. Felyne piss was sharper and more sour than human piss, she knew from experience - with a strong, acidic base. Nonetheless, she drank it down thirstily, as she did several time a day, and as she had done countless times before, for various other people and creatures since she first learned that it was a 'thing'. As she did, her fingers toyed with her cunt - mostly tightened back up now, after having been caved out by the Great Jagras - and she managed to rub herself to a small orgasm before he finished emptying her bladder. Only when she had licked the last few drops from his barbed cockhead, and sucked the last, tiny vestiges straight from his urethra, did he relinquish his grip on her head.

Felix was one of the finest proofs she'd ever found of perversion and depravity not being merely human inventions. The diminutive, furry creature possessed a finely-honed sadism and a strongly dominant disposition underneath his thick and lustrous coat... and he'd agreed to become her Palico partner, to keep her secret and indeed assist her in carrying out her perverted explorations, in return for basically doing whatever he wanted with her body any time they were alone and she wasn't underneath some monster or other. For starters, that meant that just about every single bladderful of piss he had produced since they'd been partnered had disappeared down her gullet. Twice or thrice per day, she'd obediently open her mouth to become his personal toilet, usually managing to give herself a minor orgasm or two in the process.

Naturally, though, it didn't stop there. He frequently tortured her in various ways with his claws and rough, sandpaper-like tongue, teasing her to agonized climax after agonized climax, and often leaving her clit and nipples swollen and throbbing for days afterwards. Tonight, though, he had something else in mind, and she obediently squatted before him, relieving herself on the ground, letting him watch - before grabbing the jar of her own, custom-made salve from her gear and slowly rubbing it into the top of her pussy. Soon, her greased-up finger sank into the hole, and she carefully applied the salve as deeply as she could reach, before removing her hand and leaning back, legs spread, awaiting his pleasure.

He eagerly mounted her, clawed hands resting possessively on her hips as he thrust his small cock towards the only orifice she had that could offer him some kind of decent stimulation - her peehole, her tiny, tight urethra. The salve she'd just rubbed into it made the tissue subtle and elastic, allowing it to stretch around the intruding member, but it was still a tight fit, and an intense sensation. She'd trained her peehole to handle certain small penetrations even without the salve, ensuring that she could draw some pleasure from all but the tiniest creatures - but for Felix she needed the salve, especially considering the barbs.

His strong, flexible hips pumped rapid-fire as he fucked her peehole, his strokes long, yet sharp. The barbs lining his pointy cockhead repeatedly scratched across the full length of her urethra, tormenting it, until he finally reached his climax and blew his load directly into her bladder. She'd cum twice by then herself - masochistic orgasms fueled more by pain than by pleasure. A third started building when, as soon as he'd finished emptying his balls, he started moving again - his cock still hard and ready. Lasting longer the second time, he pushed her to three more orgasms before reaching his own, second climax, injecting her with yet more of his thin, feline cum.

Only then did he pull out - and walk imperiously across her body, claws out, to leave a trail of pinprick wounds along her belly and chest so that he could present his softening cock for cleaning. The head was caked with yellow-stained cum, and blood lined the barbs and the shaft. She quickly sucked it clean, lavishing tongue-attention on it as usual. All three flavors were quite familiar to her, and reminded her that she really should make some dinner soon. Satisfied, Felix jumped off and, shaking his cock dry before retracting it into his sheath, walked off to prepare his own food.

She took a breather as she lay there, naked before the nighttime sky, feeling the tinged-pink cum flow from her stretched-open urethra. Then she reached for a tub of healing salve and thoroughly coated a finger in it, before pushing it up her peehole - careful to apply the regenerative mix evenly across the length of the tiny orifice. It'd prevent the many shallow wounds Felix had just inflicted from scarring, and help neutralize the muscle-loosening mix that had gone before, enabling her to squeeze her urethra shut sooner than would otherwise have been the case - the loosening salve worked for hours if not neutralized, by design. Once this was done, she got dinner simmering over the bonfire before taking a much-needed bath. Then, food and straight to bed - she'd need to recover her strength for tomorrow. The Great Jagras had just been a warmup, after all...

The next day, she found herself on the trail of her primary prey before noon. The tracks led through the twisted passages of naturally-woven vines and branches that formed the treetop thoroughfare, and was marked by blueish-white strands of shed fur. Her pulse quickened as she drew near to what she had surmised would be its nest - she was eager to lay eyes on it for the first time. The Jagras and their mighty Alpha were technically endemic to the New World, but she had encountered many similar creatures before - and had had the opportunity to study a captured specimen back at Astra before she left. She'd known what to expect, to a fairly solid degree. But this was something new... something completely different. This was what had compelled her to make the long, arduous journey, as much as the promise of more privacy in the field.

Hiding behind a thick tree-trunk, she trained her binoculars on a tangle of twine and vines that clung to high branches. It was resting there, probably still digesting its last meal - earlier, she'd found traces of it hunting down and devouring a Mosswine whole. There was no way for her to tell its gender in advance - she'd just have to go in prepared, and if it turned out to be female, well, she'd keep looking. Maybe try a taste of pussy - she wasn't adverse to that, either, though it couldn't begin to satisfy her constantly-screaming urges.

A Wyverian ecologist had dubbed these fascinating creatures 'Tobi-Kadachi' - certainly a name that showcased a touch more creativity than the wit who had named the Ancient Forest. A peculiar creature, it was clad in bright-white fur that offered the exact opposite of camouflage in the green-and-brown treetops, despite being otherwise rather serpentine. Its four powerful, long-clawed legs allowed it to scamper up and down tree-trunks with ease, and it clearly had significant jumping-power. She knew little else of it - it was a rare and elusive beast compared to the nigh-omnipresent Jagras.

Considering her lack of specific knowledge, she had to be thorough in her preparations. It was a big one, too - certainly larger than the Great Jagras. She'd have to use the elasticity-inducing salve, just to be on the safe side, through she felt reasonably confident that she'd be able to handle him without, at least vaginally... unless he was unusually well-equipped for his size. But that could very well be the case - and besides, she couldn't necessarily count on being able to guide him to a vaginal penetration.

With the salve, she was on the safe side. She wouldn't be taking on a Rathalos or a Diablos anytime soon, even with that - the physical limitations of her body could not be broken, only... eased, and rendered more flexible. Still, with that, a mid-sized Tobi-Kadachi like this one should be well within her reach. And so, lifting up her skirt, she carefully smeared the salve over her vulva, before pushing her slick fingers inside to apply an even coating internally. Then, she repeated the performance on her ass, feeling her sphincter grow flexible and elastic as the salve soaked into the normally-hard muscle-tissue. A slight groan escaped her lips as she curled her spine backwards to reach, and finally felt the hilt of her greased-up hand pop through the loosened anal opening. She was ready.

The Tobi-Kadachi stirred as she climbed up the tangle of dangling vines that hung from its nest, and by the time she rolled over the edge, it was already on its feet and turning to face her. She plucked two smoke-grenades from her pouches even as it opened its serpentine maw to shriek an animalistic warning at her, its huge, white tail rising menacingly behind it, fluffing out to even greater size. Before it could finish going through the motions of trying to warn her off, she threw the grenades right at its face. Two were probably overkill, but as with the salve, she always sought to play it safe with unfamiliar monsters. Some had greater resistance to the drug than others, even relative to their body-mass...

Certainly, two discharges of the pink mist seemed to be enough for this one. It reeled back, snorting and hissing as the drugged smoke invaded its lungs - then, a few seconds later, its head began to wave drunkenly. She moved forwards cautiously as it regarded her with curious, unfocused eyes, its demeanor no longer signaling any kind of aggression. Crouching low, she peered under its scaly flanks - the rough, white fur only covered its back and tail - and was finally able to mentally correct the 'it' to a 'he'. The bulge of a sheath could be seen between his hind legs, covered by fine scales - and already, it was opening to reveal its contents. A surge of lust and expectation rushed through her as she got a good look at the goods... both of them!

It wasn't entirely unknown - certain serpentine monsters were equipped with bipenii, presumably due to their natural procreation involving so-called 'mating-knots', made up of several males and a larger number of females. Did the Tobi-Kadachi engage in similar activities, despite having evolved legs? Or was it simply an evolutionary holdover? She didn't know, or care. She just knew that she'd made the right call in lubricating and loosening her ass beforehand. Each of the two cocks that now dangled beneath the furred lizard's flanks was thicker than what the Great Jagras had been packing - if only slightly. And in terms of length, there was no contest. She already knew that the sleek, light-purple cockheads would be tickling the mouth of her womb and pushing against the bend at the depths of her ass.

Pussy drooling copiously, she spun around and got down on all fours, flipping her armored skirt up around her waist as always. This time, though, she wanted to show her soon-to-be lover a PROPER target, so she let her chest rest against the floor of tangled branches and used both hands to firmly grip her ass-cheeks, pulling them apart. Thanks to the loosening salve, her asshole stretched open easily between her fingers, gaping at the curious and increasingly-horny Tobi-Kadachi. His head was moving with increasing urgency, a double-dose of drugs rushing through his veins, and his forked tongue licked at the air. It didn't pick up the desired taste of a female of his own kind in heat - but it DID pick up HER free-flowing arousal, and his vertically-slitted eyes saw the ready-made orifice she presented... and so, he settled for what he could get.

He was on her in a flash, showcasing a blinding speed that would have made him a fearsome foe indeed. His body covered hers and his dual dicks stabbed at her rear, seeking somewhere warm and tight to bury themselves. One of them swiftly found her gaping asshole, and as soon as she felt it nudge inside, she released her grip on her ass-cheeks and instead used her hands to guide the other shaft - which had been making an insistent indentation in her right buttock - down to her wet and waiting pussy. Once he felt the grip of the two slick orifices around his cockhead, the Tobi-Kadachi roared triumphantly and thrust forwards with fierce power, eager to fully explore these strange, instinct-defying holes he'd found.

There was nothing left for Miki to do, now, but to bury her hands in the tangle of the nest to steady herself and just hang on for the ride as the Tobi-Kadachi worked out its drug-induced horniness on her pussy and ass, filling them both to capacity. The first orgasm wracked her within seconds, releasing the tension and anticipation that had built up during the hunt and the final preparations - but the second wasn't far behind, carried solely on the incredible stimulation of having both her holes so completely filled. The smooth, slightly-curved tools didn't have a lot of texture - not like the knobbly dicks the Jagras had possessed - but she hardly noticed, so caught up was she in the feeling of two thick, hard rods pounding her with all the force over a ton of sleek muscle could supply.

Shuddering erotically under her monstrous lover, she clung feverishly to the tangled nest as her body shook with every fierce thrust, eyes closed and mouth panting. No less than three rapid-fire orgasms coursed through her before the Tobi-Kadachi reached his first climax - and the intensity of the session suddenly redoubled. Stuck underneath him and near-insensible, she couldn't see him curl his serpentine head back, mouth wide-open and showing off the rows of short, hooked fangs that normally helped escort his prey whole into his gullet... or his tail stand straight-up and frizz out as the instinctive, orgasmic constriction of his body's muscles released the vast amounts of static electricity he had stored within the specialized organs nestled at the base of his tail and lower jaw.

A cloud of leaping sparks surrounded them, but in keeping with the laws of physics, most of the electrical charge took the path of least resistance - into the remarkably fine conductor underneath him. The twin cocks suddenly became an electric plug, sparks arching between them, frying the thin tissue that separated them. More crawled out along her labia, down through her clit, into her bladder where the stored pee provided an even better conductor. The charge followed the Tobi-Kadachi's own highly-conductive sperm into her womb and down the winding paths of her large intestine. Electric agony shook her entire body, but mostly centered on her genitals, where small amounts of steam could be seen rising from the still widely-stretched holes as droplets of pussy-juice sublimated into a greasy gas.

As her body seized up from the electric attack, her muscles automatically contracted with fierce force, tightening her pussy and ass around the Tobi-Kadachi's twin cocks, adding to his pleasure even as he unwittingly tortured her. Her bladder, which had received more than its share of the charge, practically wrung itself like a rag as it squeezed its contents out, sending a thick stream of piss splattering from her spasming urethra, barely-visible arcs of electric blue following it down to the tangled nest, seeking their own path to the ground from there.

Emptied of both sperm and electric charge, the Tobi-Kadachi calmed down, its tail and fur flattening again. For a minute or so, he held still, feeling the vice-like grip of Miki's electrified orifices around his cocks. Then, as that grip relaxed, he began to thrust again, the smooth-yet-rapid pace causing his fur to rub against itself, rapidly building up a fresh charge even as his balls hurriedly set to work producing a new load of cum. The double-dose of aphrodisiac was still running hotly through his vein, and the recently-digested Mosswine had supplied him with abundant energy. His stamina would not soon run dry.

Indeed, it lasted for nearly two hours and six loads before he had finally emptied his tank decisively. Each cum-load took longer to build than the last as his overworked gonads struggled to keep up - also providing more time for the electric charge to build up in his body, to be released along with it. The final load took just about half an hour to get ready - half an hour of vigorous physical activity generating a constant stream of static electricity, leaving his electro-organs just as fully charged as they had been going in. Miki flopped like a landed fish underneath him as the thundershock coursed through her, eyes rolled back in her head, jaws tightly clenched, smoke once again rising from her electrified pussy and ass. An anemic stream of piss poured from her urethra as her bladder released what little it had built up over the past two hours.

It was only after this that the Tobi-Kadachi finally staggered back, his rapidly-softening cocks slipping easily from their respective orifices despite the electrically-enforced grip they had on him - owing largely to the layer of highly-conductive and lubricating cum that coated both of them abundantly after releasing six loads, even with steadily-diminishing volume. A pair of small waterfalls followed closely behind their removal, bluish-white fluid splattering from twitching holes to seep into the nest beneath. Its permeability had prevented a pool from building up there, but the vines and branches were thoroughly slimy and stained with piss.

As the Tobi-Kadachi meandered a few steps away and then collapsed on his side, dropping off into an exhausted sleep with remarkable speed, Miki too collapsed flat on her stomach, her juice-soaked groin no longer held up by his rampant erections. It made a slimy sound as it hit the messy patch of vegetative matter beneath it. She rested there for maybe ten, fifteen minutes before finally picking herself up, still shuddering slightly with pleasure. It had been a long time since she last came so hard, or so many times in rapid succession... It wasn't the first time she'd encountered a monster with electric abilities, but she'd never had such leisure to enjoy the results.

Normally, such a long session would begin to bore her a bit towards the end, but in this case, the simple pleasure of the double-pronged pounding had been regularly broken up by the darker, more masochistic pleasure of the electric torture. The anticipation had almost been sweeter - knowing it was coming, knowing that a longer wait would only mean a more potent and painful shock... and also knowing that there was no way for her to avoid it, caught as she was beneath the monster's muscular bulk. It brought back sweet memories of experimentation she'd conducted into bondage and masochism her youth...

Still, despite her fatigue and the post-orgasmic (and post-electrocution) shocks still running through her, she had to stagger her way out of the nest and towards the campsite. By the time the Tobi-Kadachi woke up, the drug would have fully run its course, and he would be less than pleased to find her still in his nest. Besides, enjoyable though the session had been, she really needed to apply some healing salve to her battered holes... and particularly the space between them. A steady, burning pain was still radiating out from her taint, as well as the rest of the tissue that sat between her vaginal canal and her rectum - the area that had borne the brunt of the Tobi-Kadachi's electric orgasms, basically roasting it. If she didn't get some of the regenerative mixture on there soon, she'd risk permanent nerve-damage.

Upon reaching the camp - which Felix, as before, had set up while she was busy - he graciously allowed her to perform the necessary treatment, as well as wash off her cum-stained groin, before laying claim to her body once more. He had probably looked in on her at least once or twice, so he knew what she'd been through... and clearly wanted to remind her that when it came to torturing her to masochistic paingasms, he was far better than any monster. He started with her pussy, lancing eight razor-sharp claws through her labia - four on each side - and using this grip to pull it wide-open so that he could freely attack her sensitive clit with his sandpaper tongue. Designed as it was to literally lick the meat off bones, it caused hefty amounts of painful stimulation as it attacked the small, sensitive nub.

Later, he planted himself on her face, letting her probe his tiny tailhole with her tongue while he toyed with her tits, repeatedly piercing the subtle tissue with his claws while gnawing on the nipples with his needle-point fangs, often putting his tongue to work on the very tips while they were caught between his deceptively-powerful jaws. The torturous submission was, as always, made even more delicious by the knowledge that she was being dominated by a creature who could barely reach above her knees if she was standing up, and she eagerly obeyed his meowed commands, lapping enthusiastically at his bitter-tasting rear end.

He finished up by, as usual, emptying his bladder into her mouth - but then instructing her not to swallow until she'd gotten him off as well, forcing her to endure the acidic bite of his piss for the nearly ten minutes it took her practiced tongue to tease a fresh cumload out of his diminutive penis, her lips wrapped tightly around its fuzzy base. Only then was she allowed to swallow the foamy mix that resulted. She had something like 3 orgasms throughout the torturous session, and felt quite merry as she proceeded to eat her dinner - mostly dried rations, since they couldn't risk starting a fire here in the treetops - and went to bed. After all, she was never fully satisfied for long - even after the two-hour session with the Tobi-Kadachi, she'd soon started to feel the rising tides of desire once more. Monsters or Felynes, men or women, pain or pleasure... it hardly mattered, as long as she received regular stimulation throughout her waking hours.

Indeed, there was no rest for the wicked. By tomorrow, she'd have to move out again, searching for new hunting-grounds, new prey, new pleasures...

_ To Be Continued... _