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The sound of waves crashing on the ship as it traveled across the great ocean to the old world kept you trapped in a half awake, half asleep state under the setting sun. For ten years you had been a monster hunter, but the past few years had made you a legendary one. Hundreds of successful hunts and heaps of elder dragons slayed by your hands, despite a wound that would have killed most men. Hunting parties were always glad to have you, especially since you were known to take down some of the greatest threats by yourself when need be.

However, three years ago, you lost something. All hunters are assigned a handler and a palico to assist them. Your handler was an able enough gal, but your palico...

"Anon, come look!" A young voice called down into your quarters, and after a moment to awake, you saw it as your recently made friend, XxFonsterMuckerxX. He had arrived to the new world some two years prior, and was accompanying you on your return. Even though he was new blood, you and him bonded due to his overconfidence, reminding you of your younger self (only you stopped using the insect glaive much earlier). You heard him hurry off, climbing onto the deck, eagerly waiting for you to come. You sat up, slowly, painfully. A deep scar runs across your chest, down to your stomach, stopping just above your precious "pocket lance."

After your struggle, you managed to climb onto the deck, and in the distance you saw a wonderful display of fireworks and lights over the city of Dundorma, signaling a festival. Having been away for so long, you asked your friend what the occasion was.

"What, you don't know? Every time hunters return from the new world they have a celebration! Luckily for you we are right on time; some of the older guys have told me that when they go on leave they miss the whole thing!" Fons (to avoid repeating his interesting name) focused on the bright lights in the distance, as if he could reach out and join with them. However, the large tract of desert would delay his union. Sand skiffs hurried to the shore to collect the passengers and cargo of the great ship, planning to slowly whittle away at its massive store until it was all transported to the far off city.

As a veteran - and handicapped - hunter, you were put on the very first skiff heading to Dundorma. Fons quite skillfully explained to the ship hands that he was an important part of maintaining not only your health but also your belongings, an extensive collection of armor and weapons. In truth, any dock worker would have done a better job handling both of these, but his company was appreciated.

The skiff glided through the sands, night finally reaching coming as the moon rose to a point in the sky. You were enjoying the silence and calm of the trip, when Fons suddenly socked your arm and said

"Hey, I was thinking of what you said back on the ship. How could you not know what the fireworks meant? You have been doing this far longer than I have."

Your arm was a bit numb from the punch, as he still had on a rathalos gauntlet, but you could not blame him - you felt overwhelmingly naked without your own armor on. "Well, I never took leave. Never really wanted to come back, especially these last few years." The last words left a bitterness in your mouth, and it was apparent Fons sensed it too.

"Wow, old and dedicated, that must be why the admiral chews me out so much, you make all the newbies look bad!" He laughed and shook his head, trying to cheer you up despite not knowing what really made you sad. Fons knew your scar did not keep you from your duty, something else caused it to hurt.

The rest of the time passed in silence, as your mind wandered and sadness crept upon you. Finally, as the city became close enough to penetrate past the vague feelings of believing it to be a dream, Fons donned a mischievous grin and whispered to you.

"I know what'll do you good. All the gals out there are stuck up, ugly, or don't care for lances, y'know." Fons winked and pointed to an area barely visible from where you were approached the city. "Over there, all kinds of whorehouses love hunters, where if you don't get a discount it means your getting something for free!" You could tell he got excited, and you felt that he revealed that maybe his reasons for becoming a hunter was not the ones they put on recruitment posters.

Embarrassed, you try to explain to him that you would rather not, as you are not exactly looking for something like that. He eyes you, and after a brief moment of scanning your face, he claps, laughs, and quickly pulls you close.

"Hunters never tell about demon drugs, right? But in your case, it is a feline drug, amirite?" He says this holding back a laugh, but it struck a nerve, so you punched him on the side of his stomach, which you know would land solidly as you helped design his armor. Fons recoiled, but still held his smile and laugh. Another punch would have flown if the skiff captain did not announce it was time to disembark.

All of your belongings were taken of the skiff quickly and placed neatly onto the cart of neatly dressed palico.

"Meownster hunters, sirs," he called from the large stack of chests, armor, and weapons he was sitting on top of, "do not worry a whisker! The Guild has taken on itself to assure you have quarters and storage. It will take some time, so for now please enjoy yourselves!" With that, the palico whipped the herbivores tied to the cart, and you saw him struggle to maintain balance as he sped off.

Fons slapped you on the back, and said "I am off to visit a few guild gals that I left, well, broken hearted, when I took to the sea for the sake of all of their families." He flashed you another mischievous smile and said "look for the Silver Vine, it should suit your fancy. Oh and don't worry about the guards. If they tried to arrest anyone for that stuff, they'd lose half of the G-Rankers!" With that, he left you, suavely heading to a crowd of gals that squealed when they saw him.

You avoided telling him what had set you off back on the skiff when he made that comment. He didn't know, but it was know all you could think of. Three years before you arrived back in the city, a hunt went terribly wrong. Some strange new affliction was set upon the monsters, and you were sent to scout it with Kitt, your fluffy, snow white palico partner. Just remembering her blue eyes and the way her fur would rustle in the wind was enough to cause your whole body to ache, and the scar to feel like it was searing into your flesh again.

Seven years, you and her had grown together. She was a little more experienced than you, and as time went on she let you know it compounded her wisdom over yours, and you would playfully tell her to look for a fitting partner. Truth was, you had formed the closest bond a hunter and palico could have. You would say it was best friends, but it was something else. When the hunt was over, you two would collapse together in the away camp, holding one another tightly as you slept through the night. More than once, you would feel yourself stroking her in ways that the other would have blushed at the thought of, and so you would walk away, leaving her suddenly so that you could explore the cool night to clear thoughts that could jeopardize your relationship, but she never asked you to apologize.

Thoughts of the nergigante flooded into your mind and you kicked a nearby bench, sending it sailing into the stone wall of a building, crashing loudly. You had been absorbed in recollection and know stood as the center of attention among a large group of festival attendees, shocked at your display. Without saying anything, you quickly walked off, away from the lights of the fireworks to where the city that embraced the night.

The memory came back, forced its way into your eyes, so that you could see it all again. The nergigante had been eating at levels only comparable to a devil jho, which was not only strange but also considered too dangerous by most hunters. You brought it up to Kitt, and she was willing to go with you. You were meant only to observe its behavior and possibly find what made it act so absurdly.

Only you made a mistake. You thought you saw some strange formation under the chin of the nergigante, but you had gotten to close. Before you could realize, it had knocked you off your feet, and firmly pinned you to the ground. Kitt leapt at it, and swung her sword down hard onto its head, causing it to reel back. Kitt had looked at you, worry and desperation flashing in her eyes, as you slowly bowed your head and saw that your chest piece had been torn asunder, and blood had begun pooling around you. Like a crack of lightning, the nergigante lunged at Kitt, and seized her by the arm. She howled, but was unable to break free. The monster flung her off a nearby cliff, into the water below. You could not move, and could barely breathe. The nergigante either thought you were dead or wanted to mock you, and it walked off, slowly - and left you. With blood oozing from you and without strength to move, you only managed to call out to Kitt before losing consciousness.

A stroke of fate brought some grimalkynes you had helped a few days prior to your body, and they brought you back to camp. They said it was a miracle you survived, but you did not feel that way. You disobeyed the doctors orders routinely and were found along the shore, passed out after calling out and searching for your snow white palico.

To anyone else, the wound you sustained would have been enough to be sent home, but you evaded the Guild's paper pushers and your friends sentiments by travelling deep into the wilderness, looking for the nergigante. It took two years. but you found it and the strange elder dragon that had caused its strange actions, and with a band other veterans, took them down before the elder dragon could be named. Afterwards, that spark of anger and vengeance in you died, replaced with new wounds from too much physical exertion in a weakened condition and the grief of Kitt. You told yourself over and over that she died, but every day you would wake and feel her next to you, and when you reached for her to find her gone, you swore to find her. Again and again, everyday, trying to let go to fall asleep but to no avail, having to take tranquilizer.

"Well, look at mew. Does a soft heart bad to see a hard man so sad." A soft, feline voice startled you, ripping you out of your head and back onto the streets of the cold city. You looked over at the voice to spot a scantly clad palico, black all over except for white about the nose and eyes. Her velvet dress loosely hung from her shoulders, but clung tightly to her waist with the aid of string, and one long cut travelled from the collar of the dress to the feet, so that you could peek at her chest, stomach, thighs, and...

Another strong brush burned on your face, and you were too embarrassed to think quickly. The tantalizing feline giggled, grabbed your arm. "Don't worry, I wont bite, unless you really want me too..." she purred, and slowly pulled you inside a door covered by a thick curtain.

Inside the scent of incense was heavy, failing to cover the smell of heat and sweat, instead creating a haze that clouded your mind. The feline pulled you past a parlor filled to the brim with cushions and small round tables, where palicos swamped male palicos and hunters alike, and you could not help but thinking you saw one or two notable veterans from the new world as you passed by.

You were dragged past a dressing room where numerous palicos were undressed, many of which purred and meowed after you. If you had to choose between now and when you were dying from blood loss, you could not choose which caused you to feel weaker in the knees. She finally stopped before a large palico, and if you had not known the chef, you would have sworn this was not a palico at all! She was tall, curvy, and her figure moved like it was blown about by a wind that only surrounded her, and her calico features of her face seemed to have no shadow under the dim lights of the brothel. When she saw you approach, a hand of hers was brought to the air by an updraft and she sat down atop of a large cushion.

"Meowstresss, I found this stray outside. Just look at the poor thing! All those mean girls just let such a fish walk by with that desperate thirst on his face!" the feline that had brought you here clung tightly to your arm, and you could feel her nipples pressing all along your arm as she pressed her entire torso against you.

The Meowstress, as she was called, did not say anything, but took a pipe that had been sitting nearby and brought it to her lips. Her golden eyes gazed into yours, and you could not even blink. After a long inhale, she looked up to the ceiling and exhaled a trail of smoke, thin and wavy that blew from the winds that carried her.

"Dearie, this is no fish, it is a formidable monster, and needs a proper match." The Meowstress spoke with such a soft whisper, but it felt like it she was right next your ear. The feline that brought you here seemed to understand, and playfully pinched your rear end as she pranced off the way she came.

"Now, monster, I can see you are back from the new world." The sultry feline placed her pipe down and stood up, placing her hands on your shoulders and looking up into your eyes with pity. "Out there, men like you desperately need our services, but do they allow us to even send one nurse? No!" Her hands were brought to her own face, and she crumpled slightly, falling into your chest, where you caught her, now enveloping the feline in a tight grasp, so close you could feel your breath off of her soft fur.

She ran her hands across your chest, feeling your toned muscle, but quickly found your deep scar. "Oh, you need much more than a nurse, you need someone deeply skilled and equipped to help you, you poor thing." She whispered into your ear directly now, and it made all around you fall away. As your senses focused on her, her scent, her touch, her beauty, her velvety voice, you began to demand a taste. You lifted her up to your mouth...

Kitt's voice?

"Anon, when we get back, I need to tell you something. A secret that I think everyone but me and you know by know, but, ah hell lets just find out what's up and get back to camp!"

Your whole body seizes up and you stumble backward, clutching your chest. The room starts spinning and you collapse. As your vision narrows, and you see the Meowstress, holding her pipe once again. Echoes of her voice reached you, as she said "Oh dear, I am sorry monster, I see, your heart is far too wounded for hands like mine..."

When you awoke, it was early morning, and you were on a red, heart shaped bed. Your shirt was removed and some type of ointment had been rubbed onto your chest, numbing it almost completely. You sat up, out of breath but without the pain that had been keen to keep you lying. Abruptly, a small, black palico jolted up from beside the bed, making a short scream before falling onto its back. The small palico was wearing a black coat and had tiny glasses atop of its nose. "Ah! Very sorry, it appears I zad dozed off!" The palico spoke in a thick accent, german came to your mind but you did not know what that meant. "Vell, zu have made it through zhe night, so my time her is up!" The palico collected some odd metal tools lying across the floor into a small leather bag and hurried out the door, carrying the bag in his mouth and hopping on all fours.

You moved to get up, but found your body still weak despite the lack of pain. With a gargantuan effort, you placed your feet on the ground, but before you could stand a voice came from a corner of the room and said "Doctor said it would take a while before you can move, so lay back down. Don't worry, got your things here for you."

You turned to the far corner of the room, and saw a figure wearing a thick, blue coat with a hood that covered it from head to toe. It was about the size of a large child, but what stuck out was its voice. Something about it cut into your head and made you feel like a spirit has come before you.

With a sigh, you said "I'm sorry, this hasn't happened to me before. I'll get my things and leave. And if there is something I owe, give me a day, I just got back from the new world, so I need to collect." As you explained the ending, the figure shook oddly, and turned its head away, putting a hand up to its face. Out from under the coat, a strip of white fell, and all of a sudden you were flushed with strength.

You stood up from the bed and strode to the figure, whom was shocked by your sudden motion. Quickly, you took back their hood and saw, that white fur, the ears, the beautiful jewels of blue. "Kitt!" you exclaimed, and you grasped her waist and lifted her up to your shoulders, squeezing her tightly. Tears streamed down your eyes as you held her, but your legs became weak and you fell backwards onto the bed, still wrapping her in your arms.

She buried her face into your neck, and you could feel tears collecting. Suddenly she put a hand against your shoulder and pushed hard, freeing herself, so that she was sitting atop of you. "Anon, wait!" She said this through a cracking voice, tears still building in her eyes. You did not understand, so you tried to lean up and hold her again, but could not move, your body was too exhausted.

"I'm sorry, Anon, but, I don't want to hurt you." Kitt took off the coat and revealed that she was wearing a white, cloth shirt. However, your eyes were drawn to her right arm, or rather where it should have been. "After what happened, I thought I was dead, and I drifted at sea for days. Some travelling meownster hunters found me, and brought here, to Dundorma. My arm was too damaged, so they had to amputate. At first, I desperately tried to return, but no one at the guild believed who I was, and worse, no one would take a crippled palico as a crew member to the new world. Soon, word came back of a hunter vanquishing a new elder dragon, and I knew it was you."

Kitt stopped suddenly, and she was not able to hold back her tears any more. "Anon, I was afraid to go back to you. You had reached a height we dreamed of, and if I came back, I would selfishly cause you to abandon it with me, a palico who could not even protect her partner!" With this, she collapsed onto your chest, and you quickly enveloped her again.

You laughed, which caused her to give you a worried expression through her tears. Your smile, however, made her feel safe and she waited for your laughter to subside. "If I was not such an idiot, I would have agreed to be dismissed due to my wounds years ago! To think, all this time, I thought you died and vainly tried for some revenge by fighting those dumb brutes, I was actually leaving you here all alone." Tears came from your eyes now, and the two of you held one another tightly.

Time passed gently, until a heat came across your body. Kitt had seemingly fallen asleep atop your chest, essentially pinning you down in your weakened condition. After you realized what the feeling was, the fiercest blush you have ever had marked your face. Your "pocket lance" was readied for battle! The feeling came over you like you have never felt before, and in no time at all it began to hurt, demanding attention. Mindlessly, you made small thrusts, the small feeling of fabric shifting doing little to calm the rising storm.

Kitt, without your knowledge, had awoken. At first confused about your strange movements, her tail found the reasoning. One brush across the base made you wince, and she could not help smile and open her eyes. "What have I found here?" She slowly sat up and lowered herself to your pelvis, keeping the base of her tail just far enough away from the source of your discomfort.

She put her paw on your chest, and kneaded softly as she lightly moved her tail onto your "lance" teasing it, and letting go whenever an involuntary thrust came from your hips. "Well, Anon, what do we have here?" She spoke softly and moved off her shirt, undoing a few buttons to reveal her cloud like chest. "Um, well Kitt, that would happen to be my, 'Lance,' heh," you said nervously, hoping she would continue toying with it.

She shook her head, turned around, and sat with her head just about on top of it, and was using her tail to bat your nose. "Really, Anon, don't treat me like a child. I am older, you know, and while I work here as a book keeper, I know enough about what this is to make it strange to you." With that, she reached out and grabbed the tip of your penis, pressing her palm down onto the head while softly moving her fingers up and down a small part of the shaft. Your breathing picked up, and she turned to look at you, smiling. "So, tell me what you want. And be careful, I might bite if you say stupid things." She spoke in such a soft yet firm voice, tempting you with her rear by lifting it ever so lightly, showing just a small part of her own privates. However, you were still unable to move, and after a gasp said "Kitt, anything, please."

She giggled, "Anything? Well..." With that she took it out of the pants containing it, and nuzzled the top of the base with her cheek, while continuing pressing on the head. "Oh, so hard and warm, I just can't imagine what to do... Anything? Oh dear, so many options." While saying this, she turned to look directly at it, hear breath causing the strongest swelling it has ever felt.

You grip the sheets of the bed hard and blurt out "Damn it, let me fuck you!" She laughed loudly, and looked back once more, with a devilish grin. "Oh, Anon, how dirty! I hope no one heard that. Sorry, but I still need some time to warm up, how about we meet in the middle?"

With that, she slid herself backwards, placing her pussy right onto your mouth, and then sat up. Her scent was so strong it made what the parlor smelled like seem weak, and no where near as intoxicating. You reached up with your feeble arms and gripped her legs, lightly pulling her down onto you so that your nose could reach her deepest scent. Meanwhile, she began lightly stroking your cock, moving up and down with small breaks to balance herself as she tilted to one side or the other, unable to correct herself due to her missing limb.

After licking and tasting her deep inside, you felt the swelling of your rod reach a breaking point, and your body made you thrust hard, but Kitt seemed to have known that was coming, because she let go of it and put as much of her weight onto your face as she could, almost smothering you with her small, tight butt.

"Not yet, Anon. If it happens to early I don't know if I can forgive you for making me wait all those years." Kitt said this in a single breath, as you were now desperately licking and sucking on her crotch to get her to finish you off. She suddenly started moaning and grinding on you, and fell forward, catching herself with her arm. She was close to climax, and you could feel it building inside of her.

Then, your body, which up till now had betrayed your desires, now took on its own, and pulled you up, grabbing her waist. She yelped, and in a blur movement you had her face down on the bed with her ass presenting to you. You brought the tip of your member to her lower lips, and she gasped lightly, and then tried to turn her head to face you.

"A-anon, look, I want this but... you are a big guy, y'know? We are not really built to take that kind of thing, except for the meowstress. H-how about we go back to-" Kitt was cut off from you slamming into her, your full length plunging deep into her moist, eager vagina. Truth is, you did not mean to do it so suddenly, but it was like she pulled you in. "OH FUuuck!" She exclaimed, reaching her small hand back to touch your hands that firmly held her waist.

You started humping away at her, encouraged by her moans and gasps, each thrust covering you in more and more of her juices. As you went, though she was incredibly wet, she tightened to almost a vice, and it took all of your might to move with it around you cock, but you were too focused on finishing. Kitt finally went limp, her arms and legs simply laying exhausted while her whole body focused on tightening for your enjoyment. Her tail still shook wildly with enjoyment, and after a while of thrusting you saw her tongue loll out. Satisfied, you readjusted, grabbed her thighs, and slammed her onto your cock down to the hilt. You were almost there when she said "Anon, please, turn me over, I want to kiss you."

Kitt was a bit too small to kiss while laying down and inside of her, so instead you picked her up and sat on the bed, holding her onto your dick. The two of you kissed each other deeply, tongues searching each others mouths until they came together to twist and dance. Kitt then dug her claws into your back, dragging down a small while, and you could feel a small amount of blood come from the scratches she was making. In turn, you grasped her ass tightly, and used your weight to bear her down onto your dick, meanwhile thrusting harder and harder.

And it came soon after. All the built up tension, loneliness, sadness, and fear, built up from time apart, burst out of you and her, showing its true form as a love between monster hunter and palico, between lovers. You kissed one another deeply as it shot out of you, blowing directly into her womb despite how tight she had gotten, eventually spilling out of her while you were still sending more.

The two of you, then equally exhausted, collapsed onto the bed next to her, and she curled up with your arm like she had in the past, only now with your seed making its way out of her. It took an hour or so, but the two of you caught your breath and cuddled together.

"Kitt," you began, "before we went on that hunt, you wanted to tell me something? What was it?"

Kitt looked at you with an angry expression and said "Are you dense or something? What do you think I wanted to tell you!" Before she went on, you pet her head and said "I love you, Kitt."

She sighed, then grabbed your hand and brought it to her cheek, where she nuzzled it. " I love you too, Anon."

......

The Meowstress laughed softly to herself, and walked back to her office down the hall of the lovebirds nest. It was nice to see the two together, a happy ending after all was said and done, but she could not help but feel jealous. When she opened the door, the small palico was waiting, falling asleep in one of the chairs by her desk.

"Oh, sorry, doctor, I'll get something to cover your expenses, just give me a moment." As she said this, the small feline shot up, looked around like he was lost, and then shook his head.

"Oh no - no. Treating the zick is good for the zoul, better than zenny. But, erm, something to cover the aphrodisiacs is appreciated, they are quite hard to come buy this time of year."

In response, the Meowstress took out a small check book and began writing a modest amount for what the doctor provided, and then looked at the fellow, frowned, and said "I am sorry, doctor, I dont believe I caught your name."

The doctor slapped his forehead and laughed slightly. "So sorry madam, it happens in zhe old age! My name was given to me by my first master, a mister Lovecraft! Its..."

THE END