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Kimahri exhaled. His body tensed, his legs pushed, his spear thrown. Next, a "SCHTUNK!" resonated under the jungle's canopy. Followed the agonizing cry of the poor four-legged prey as life and blood escaped it.

The spear had pierced the throat perfectly and stalled the creature long enough for Kimahri to jump on its back. With his added weight, the poor beast had no way to resist the assault. Steadily, its movements and trashing stopped. The legs tensed, and the creature shivered as if cold despite its ample fur. Its eyes were glassy. It was gone.

"Strange creature," commented the leonine Kimahri, removing his paws from the beast's spine. A strange creature, indeed it was. A very long neck, a mouth filled with flat teeth, little horns on its head... And a peculiar yellow coat sprinkled with darker blotches all over its large and tall body.

The poor prey had been grazing on some leaves before Kimahri's arrival... Dead, the Ronso worked on cutting up the creatures' guts. Offals had to be removed if he wanted to take the biggest cut of that creature. And quickly, as he heard the sounds coming from beneath the canopy. Other predators or carrions lived in those unknown lands, and Kimahri had no wish to meet them.

"Kimahri thanks you for your meal," commented the hunter as he pulled out organs, uncaring for the blood maculating his blue fur or the feathered bracers he sported. That was how a Ronso should act and hunt.

Big, tall, muscular, with blue fur covering most of his body when not sprinkled with tufts of white hair, Kimahri was a powerful leonine creature. He could even have been compared to a two-legged cat if not for the horn atop his forehead. Or rather, the broken tip jutting from the fur. He was a Ronso, but his horn had been broken years ago... As such, he wasn't a Ronso fit to live in a tribe.

It didn't mean, however, that Kimahri was eagerly looking for solitude. Companionship... He missed it as he cut through the tendons with his hunting knife. Until...

His ears fluttered, turning at an unknown and absent noise. They fluttered some more as if something was close by. A danger, something his short whiskers could not detect. He looked up from the beast's opened stomach, scowling around. But no. There were no predators around, not yet. Kimahri probably imagined something.

"Kimahri should concern himself about real threats," commented the feline hunter out loud as he pulled a large chunk of meat to place it in a makeshift leathery bag at his side. Caked blood stuck to the leather, stinking it up as he loaded more pieces inside it until the sack was about to burst.

He threw the strap over his shoulder, took his spear, and dashed away from the clearing to which he had tracked the beast. His ears kept fluttering; predators could be close.

This thought was proved true when he left the illuminated glade to dive into the darkened jungle: the sound of fighting echoed behind him, with roars and whimpers nearly deafening the leonine. It had been a close call, but with that haul, he would have a few more days to explore the place.

It had been... It has been a month since he arrived there. Before that, he had been following Yuna and her friends through Spira in an attempt to take down Sin. The enormous monster again threatened the world's fragile peace, and Yuna had been undergoing her pilgrimage so she, too, could fight the creature head-on with the final Aeon.

However, as they had been crossing the Macalania woods, pyreflies acted out strangely. Until they huddled around the group, covering them all and blinding Kimahri. The instant after, he was in that jungle with most of his attire missing.

However, even by climbing the highest trees or walking for hours, he didn't find any end to that lush forest. The plants there were as tall as hills, with their branches extending in all directions. It reminded Kimahri of Kilika and Besaid... But wrong.

The monsters and beasts here were always hiding, keeping themselves from being seen by Kimahri. Even when they were more numerous and larger than him, they kept their distance from him and prowled around.

Perhaps it was their way to hunt him, but Kimahri always carried his spear... As well as that bag that continuously hit his sides as he ran.

He had nothing else... Not even his clothes.

He still wore the bracelets he had managed to keep. But he hadn't been able to find his harness, loincloth, or even his belt. Replacing them proved more difficult than he thought... So the large Leonine had to leave with his chiseled body exposed... Yuna would be disappointed to see him like this, but he had no choice.

"Kim-" spoke Kimahri, recognizing the marks he etched on the tree barks: he was home... Soon. However, he felt his ears fluttering again in his course. He couldn't hear if someone was behind him, but lately, they were reacting to everything and nothing. It's not like he controlled that reflex. And it made sleeping more difficult, even when he knew he had secured his home.

Home. A big name for what could be a hut built on a tree like the humans were doing when young. He had cut branches and the tiniest trees with a rock before attaching them all with vines to create a platform. Then, he had erected walls around the trunk he had used as an anchor for his cabin and, finally, a roof made of leaves above.

It was crude, nothing like the tent or proper houses he had lived in: it lacked light and amenities, and he slept on pelts he had collected. But it was enough for him... Not for Yuna or her friends, in any case.

Kimahri didn't think she would survive in that strange place all alone. And he doubted about the others. Lulu and Tidus could hardly stay after a day. Wakka, maybe more. In comparison, Rikku and Auron would easily find a way out. Or so hoped the Ronso while he pulled the meat out of the bag to put it above a fireplace in the corner of the hut. It was where he was cooking and curating the meat he ate while exploring. That necessity covered, remained the water. Every big tree always had a sort of well inside its trunk that refilled with each rain.

Another oddity the Ronso no longer questioned.

He lived in that place. He ate, drank, slept, it was enough... Or so did Kimahri as he felt his ears flutter... And something stir between his legs.

It was a peculiar detail for the Ronso as he straightened and stepped out of the hut with his naked body exposed... And his dick pointing forward.

This was something shameful. Well, not because Kimahri was not a fitting male. Quite the contrary with his oblong and wide pink organ ending with a mushroom-shaped tip. Or for his remarkable testicles that were so difficult to keep concealed behind his loincloth during the adventurers with Yuna's friends, which made Kimahri self-conscious when some of them ogled him.

No, it was shameful he was constantly rutting. Ever since he stepped into that land, he was excited at least once per day. At first, he thought it to be a detail...

But now, he reeked with that feline musk. So much so the members of his previous tribe would call him a welp who had no control over his desires.

They wouldn't be wrong.

Kimahri grabbed his cock with a whole hand and felt the throbbing shaft in his paw. They would not fail to notice: he had no control over his desires... His testicles constantly ached for a release, and his dick was constantly up, even at night.

Sometimes, he wasn't even thinking about it and masturbated wherever he was. Just like now as his ears fluttered again. He was at his hut; there was no danger... Yet they fluttered again, making the moment bothersome while he pumped on his dick.

He pumped and squeezed the sensitive organ at a fast pace while precum kept pouring from the tip and coated his fingers, covering them. His heartbeat hastened, his fingers closed tighter, and his tail swept the air.

This was undignified of a protector to give in to such needs. But it was a wonderful sensation for the Ronso as he used his other hand to give his testicles a firm squeeze. If he wasn't standing upright, he would have happily rolled and enjoyed the growing pleasure.

His dick felt good. His foreskin felt good. His urethra felt good. His ass felt good. His nethers felt good. His chest felt good. His tongue felt good. His ears felt good.

All was good for the Ronso as he bit his lips and experienced the growing sensation within his groin. He was about to explode, he was about to cum.

A good slutty Ronso.

Kimahri finally roared and exploded.

The words echoed in his mind as he felt the semen pour from his erect dick in ropes and ropes until a long trail joined the branch he was currently standing on and the ground below.

The semen, sticky and dripping, left around its strong musky scent the Ronso had to endure... And inhale by sniffing.

"Kimahri should have a better control of his needs," muttered the Leonine male, stepping away from the branch. His ears kept fluttering; all the while, he scratched his chest and his nipples.

-

That day, the jungle's weather was strangely warm.

It had been a few days since his last hunt with that long-necked creature. His meat reserves were full, and no predators approached his hunt. However...

"Kimahri is exhausted," grumbled the Ronso out loud. Lately, he had been picking up the habit of speaking to himself, much like Yuna or the others. More than that, his sleeping habits seemed constantly disturbed by the same thing that nagged him.

His ears... They kept fluttering in his hut despite the lack of predators, and his nipples were itching. So much so that even as he wandered the forest, he kept scratching or pinching them. The more he stayed here, the more Kimahri felt... Wrong.

Well, wrong and good. It wasn't somehow the Ronso was experienced with as he hadn't been one to rut like Biran or Yenke. They were constantly rutting and showing their parts whenever they could. They also said Kimahri was smaller, even though it was wrong, so they were not a good reference for the Ronso.

"Kimahri should stop thinking about the past," he grumbled, shaking his head. And stopping when the butt of his spear hit something hard.

Not like soil or roots. The sensation was incomparable, stone.

He was walking on a stone path and hadn't noticed it. Nor had he noted the sporadic presence of trees.... Or the stone houses peppering around. Hidden by the trees' canopies, overtaken by roots that infiltrated every opening and even the stone, it looked like a village but nothing Kimahri had seen through the pilgrimage.

The houses were small and cubic, with wide holes for the windows and doors. There were no traces of wood, doors, or living beings. In fact, from the moss covering everything, it seemed no one had lived there for decades.

"What is this place?" asked Kimahri out loud, darting his golden eyes while pinching his right nipple.

Wherever he looked, he saw traces of civilizations: Little stones marking the milestones, discreet walls separating the houses' properties. But the further he continued along that path, the more the jungle cleared. And a hope stung him as he began to run. He didn't see anything, but perhaps Yuna and her guardians had encountered it.

"Yuna! Do you see me?" he roared, his husky voice breaking the ruins' silence. But no answers. Yet, he kept running and stomping on the grass as he crossed what looked like a broad plaza peppered with trees whose large branches brought shade. He passed by a bigger house with two levels, but... No one in there.

And he finally stopped by a pyramid that had crumbled long ago. The structure was barely held on by trees that had overtaken everything. The pyramidal structure had crumbled backward, removing its top from which sprouted a trunk. It was chaos, a rubble of gray and green, of moss covering everything. Even the two unique and impeccable parts of that structure: two Ronso-sized statues.

Two statues as tall as Kimahri as he approached them, his ears fluttering. They were covered with enough moss that he couldn't see all the details on them. But he saw the ears sprouting from the masses that were her faces, their broad chests and belly. Their extended hands supposedly held onto spears, but those had disappeared long ago, too.

"Strange," mumbled Kimahri as he looked around those statues that were yet different in the shapes of their legs, arms, and even ears... They were there but told nothing about who had been occupying those ruins long ago... And without Yuna or the other guardians, the Ronso sighed and lowered his head. His ears again fluttered before he stepped from the pyramid. He was sure there were no predators around; no scent seemed to hang around.

"When will Kimahri find his friends?" mumbled the Ronso as he passed by the large house he had seen an instant before. For a moment, he imagined how easier it would be to live there. Instead of a hut, he would be more comfortable inside.

He stepped in, watching everything that lived while his ears fluttered again. The inside of that house was relatively clean despite the vines and roots within. On his right was a large room with a stone stable in it. In front of him was a staircase leading to the first floor, and a glance revealed how it could have been used as a bedroom. Finally, the room on the left of the entrance was merely a pool of water. One he approached with careful steps.

The water seemed clear, but snakes and other beasts sometimes hid in the mud, sticking at the bottom.

He stepped closer and observed how pristine the water was before he saw a movement. A shadow in the it, like a bundle of snakes. He lifted his spear and hit, breaking the water surface in a loud splash.

But nothing as he pulled the spear back. No snakes, no creatures, merely the reflection of the Ronso who scratched his nipples that were so sore... And sensible.

"Kimahri is probably dreaming," groaned the Ronso as he stepped closer to the water and looked at himself.

His fur was still pristine after days in the jungle and sweating under the sweltering sun. He saw the bracers and perhaps a glimpse of what he could have been when he wore his proper attire... But no, he was naked. Alone. Needy again.

With a frown, he looked down at his dick, soft but dripping with fluids. He had been lucky on his walk to these ruins, but here he was...

His testicles were heavy once more, churning and warm... His chest, too, burned as he brought a hand to his right nipple.

Usually, the nub itched and bothered Kimahri. But now, it was different as he circled his digit around the pink nipple. The skin was soft, warm... And so sensitive. Enough to make him squirm as he circled it... Touched it. Teased it.

Kimahri knew he shouldn't give in... But he was too excited to care as he grabbed his dick with one hand and used the other to pinch his nipple.

Both... Both were good. Both felt extremely good in the Ronso's grasp when he squeezed and tugged on them. One was warm, throbbing, dripping. The other was erect, but touching it sent shivers through Leonine's spine, which went from his back to the top of his head and the tip of his tail.

A good slutty Ronso who needs pleasure.

Kimahri swallowed his saliva, closing his golden eyes and ignoring his fluttering ears. His dick burned, teased, needed. He squeezed it and felt the precum dripping from it.... And stroked it. He rubbed it with his hand loudly while not holding back his groans and moans. It felt good, that part of him felt good... But not the rest.

Not his chest, not his ass, not his mouth... This was different, imperfect... Not enough for the Ronso, whose movement slowed as he looked down at his dick.

"This... is not enough for Kimahri," moaned Kimahri, feeling how he was so close and yet so far. His hand stank with precum and was sticky... But it wasn't enough. His dick fell limp but again dripped with fluids on the vine-covered stone.

"Kimahri needs more," he said while scratching his nipples.

There was nothing, no one around him. Only stones, vines... And his spear. A spear he watched with wide eyes... And a flustered face. Blood rushed to his muzzle as the thought of it shocked his mind. This was wrong.

A slutty needy Ronso who doesn't know better.

Yet, Kimahri knelt to take the spear and turn it. The butt of it, a steel cap, was soft and cold to the touch. Beneath the Ronso's thumb, the surface didn't grip... It had been polished by usage, by the constant hit, by the wear and tear. It... It was wrong...

Yet. Kimahri stood, then laid on his backside, further from the pool. His legs were spread, his yellow eyes fixated on the pole he held with one hand while the others held onto his scrotum to lift it.

Somehow, he had found some vine sap after cutting on and smeared it on the steel cap until it glistened and looked greasy... And prepared.

He shivered at the thought of it and even drooled a bit.

"Kimahri... Hopes nobody sees him like this."

The Ronso couldn't deny the excitation that palpitated in his chest, head, and arms. It was closer to a pressure that wouldn't go and never leave. A thirst, a yearning.

He breathed, and then he guided the cap between his spread legs. It was closer to the posture female Ronsos took with the hunters whenever one of them was rutting. His legs were lifted as he watched his over-swollen testicles as well as his soft dick.

He gulped, but he kept on. The steel cap was cold despite the ambient warmth... Its touch was slightly numbing as it smeared more greasy sap on the Leonine's hole.

So cold, so numb, so peculiar.

Yet, Kimahri forced on his spear. The cap pressed against his sphincter. It was the Ronso's first time, and yet the hole seemed to offer no resistance at all. The metal pressed on, pried open the rim... And... It went inside.

"Kimahri... Is sorry," he mumbled through gritted teeth. But he had to admit, this was pleasing.

His asshole squeezed around the shaft, holding it while he pressed more of that spear inside him. Already, the steel cap nudged what Kimahri felt to be the greatest and most needy spot in his body. A tiny bump, he passed the tip on, then rolled it around before tapping it with the blunt.

The Ronso mewled, descending his legs while the tension in his limbs declined. Arms, legs, feet, toes. All rolled and relaxed as the hand strengthened its grip and gave the spear a yank.

"Hhhh!" mewled the Ronso, keeping his mouth ajar while the Spear nearly popped out of the hole before he plunged it back inside. It was better inside, so much better inside.

Good things are kept inside.

The golden eyes closed, and slowly, Kimahri picked up his dick once more. The flesh was soft, limp. But he picked it up again with two fingers, then three, and pumped it. He peeled the foreskin off the glans, squeezed the base, and stroked the underside. And the throb came in it, as well as the pleasure. A rising pleasure whenever the steel cap hit his prostate.

"This... is wrong. But Kimahri loves it," moaned the Ronso, bent so he could maintain both grip.

This was wrong, indeed, to use a weapon that way. But the Ronso couldn't care less as he thrust that weapon's tip inside... Again. And again. And again.

Inside, he pummeled his tender prostate with the frenzy of a beast, so focused on the strange yet exciting sensation that followed each hit. A mixture of pain, pleasure, jolt, distaste, love. He hit it. He was ceaseless as he stroked and pumped and pushed and tugged and hit and...

So many feelings churned within the blue-furred cat. Even if his testicles ached and seemed about to burst, his nipples needed his presence, or his ears fluttered, Kimahri couldn't care less.

"Kim- Kimahri is sorry!" moaned the Ronso, feeling how the churning pleasure was about to overtake him. He shouldn't.

He came.

A slutty Ronso can find pleasure.

The thought invaded Kimahri's mind as he came. As lines of white and greenish cum poured from his dick and hit the ground. Beneath the steel cap, the prostate contracted and yet remained hammered while the Ronso handled his spear with the energy of a brute. He needed more. He needed to get more out of that orgasm.

However... Even as the pleasure receded and the ejaculation turned into a spurting, then an oozing, Kimahri still felt that need churning in every part of his body. Again, his ears fluttered.

He would need more, so much more.

-

"Kimahri... Wants more!" roared the cat in the hut.

The tiny makeshift structure could barely retain the cries in desperation from the large Leonine, and his howls resonated within the jungle. If someone sentient happened to be nearby, they would have wondered about the creature that dwelled there and its sanity.

A just judgment as a peek into the hut revealed something different from the stoic Ronso hunter.

Kimahri descended again, squatting while he searched for that devious and ecstatic pleasure he had experienced days ago. Today's hunt was still hanging on his side, dripping and uncurated. With each of his movements, the leathery bag hit his waist with a loud smack, but never to deter the Ronso from keeping his actions.

The air was thick with a feline musk, pungent with need and the scent of semen along with other foul fluids...

As for the Hut, clean and upkeep before, it looked closer to a lair overtaken by a beast caring for nothing but to mark its territory. Bedroll, walls, firepit... Even the ceiling had been coated by a dripping green cum. No places had been left uncovered while the ambient chaos allowed enough room for moss and vines to creep inside.

Not that Kimahri cared. His body tormented him.

Therefore, he descended again, seeking that thrill and pleasure once more. He wished for his planted Spear, nothing more but an oversized dildo, to reach for his needy spot again. But whenever it did, it wasn't as cold or as tempting or as shocking as before. But Kimahri needed it.

He had to.

His melon-sized testicles were hanging heavy between his legs, two glowing orbs that threatened to burst and enjoined him to keep going so more of that cum could ooze out of his dick. But it was only an ooze, not a proper orgasm and ejaculation.

Even now, as he was cupping his round and plump pecs, squeezing the dribbling nipples and pinching them, it wasn't enough.

"MORE!" roared Kimahri again, unable to restrain his desperate cries. He thought he had found a way with the spear. Its steel cap had been hitting his needy spot, he had been able to cum so much the first days.

So much... Compared to now. His body was on fire, threatening to break, but he couldn't find relief. He had tried: fingers in his hole, pinching his nipples until they were bright red, stroking until his dick was a mess. The spear was his only option, his last option left.

"More!" bemoaned the Ronso, tears streaming onto his cheeks. He would have given anything to be left without that rut that plagued his mind and veiled his thoughts. His nights were filled with the sensations of churning cum inside his nuts or his pecs backed up with liquid.

His days... Hunting was so difficult as he felt fidgety, and any ejaculation could give off his scent. His eyes were constantly fluttering, never ceasing.

"More!" cried Kimahri, clenching his eyes and closing his jaw. He threw himself against the spear, nearly dislodged it from the roots. The poor shaft cracked: splinters flew in all directions while the Ronso's large asscheeks pressed and threatened to swallow the entirety of the weapon.

But no...

Kimahri only needed the tip to press his spot. And even that wasn't enough. He could have given anything.

But no...

"Please! Help Kimahri!" roared the Cat, voicing a request for help. Something no one could expect from the hunter. But no voice answered, no creature hung around, nothing could help him.

Except.

His ears fluttered again. But this time, his whiskers answered, too. He looked up, and from the branches, he saw a vine descend. One that was long, green, with a pinkish tip from which oozed a translucent liquid.

"Wh-?" mouthed Kimahri before he was stopped by a pang of pain from his testicles and nipples.

A slutty Ronso will be rewarded.

Kimahri watched the vine with gritted teeth and inhaled the rotting smell emanating from the liquid. It was foul, terrible... But in his state of need, the Ronso could move. He remained impaled on the spear. He could still push with his powerful legs, use his arms, or bite.

But his legs didn't want him to stop from using that spear.

But his fingers didn't want to stop pinching those nipples.

But his mouth didn't want to bite what could help him.

The Ronso's tongue expanded. His jaw unclenched. His entire body relaxed as the vine tip advanced, and its liquid dripped on the appendage. A... Simple... Drop.

Only one drop and Kimahri felt a mind-numbing orgasm overtake him. His dick, soft and oozing before, now spewed cum against the wall in front of him. It was good, so good. It was even better than his first time with his spear, his first time masturbating.

A shiver overtook Kimahri as another drop ended on his tongue, giving his orgasm a second wind. Then another, and another. His dick kept spewing and shooting, coating the wall with green cum. More of that translucent liquid oozed from Kimahri's nipples, too... Followed by tiny beads; he could feel them dripping against his index and thumb before they fell on the ground.

How was it possible?

Kimahri couldn't say, couldn't tell. But his answer was to open his mouth wider and allow the vine to slide inside. The slick covering slipped easily, uncaring for the coarse surface on the tongue. He swallowed it, enraptured by the constant orgasm shaking his body.

He closed his eyes, savoring the sensations of peace and delight, unaffected by the constant contractions of his muscles and guts. He was satisfied, released, given purpose.

A slutty Ronso will work for his rewards.

The Ronso closed his eyes as the vine passed inside his throat and bulged through it. Somehow, he didn't gag, nor did he feel like he was choked. The vine slipped inside him without any recrimination. He felt it slide down to his stomach while its perfect liquid kept dripping and gifting Kimahri with that sensation of wholeness. Even as the cold, slick touch of the vine ended on his face, too, he couldn't care. His ears fluttered again as he felt the mask of the tentacles fall on his face, the bark pressing against his cheeks and jaw. Somehow, he could see what happened around him despite having his eyes closed. No, he could see himself somehow.

A slutty Ronso.

He saw a slutty Ronso impaling himself on a tentacle-ridden spear. Green fluids dripped from his ruined asshole as the vines wiggled inside him. The slutty beast smiled while gurgling the good fluids his Masters were feeding him with, uncaring for the smaller tendrils going inside his fluttering ears.

He didn't have to see to know what the Masters were doing: he was a slutty Ronso who needed a purpose and a direction. That mushy thing inside his head wasn't needed, wasn't good for him, so they changed it.

They changed him, ameliorated him, fixed him. Kimahri would be a happy and prepared guardian.

His belly was already full of fluids, needed to keep him fed and happy.

His testicles were full and prepared, with all the good fertilizer his Masters needed to grow and get bigger.

And his pecs... Oh, they were prepared, too. Kimahri was a good guardian.

-

Kimahri stepped beneath the canopy, watching the sunlight set on a tiny clearing. Grazing preys roamed here and there, feeding on the last exposed parcel of ground in the Jungle. Their massive bodies, looking like tanks covered in leather with their head adorned with horns, barely flinched whenever the Ronso approached.

A slutty Ronso must help his masters.

"Yes, Kimahri will help."

Kimahri exhaled, feeling air escape from the bark covering his entire face. In fact, all of his body was covered with gray bark until he looked like a sort of statue; his leonine traits were still perceptible, his blue tail and ears peeked through the armor, and his natural stance was of a hunter.

He no longer had his Spear with him, his masters had taken it away as he wasn't ready to fight for them.

For now, he was happy enough to help them grow.

He advanced calmly and in silence despite the massive boulders between his legs. The tendrils inside his useless fleshy cock were keeping his body prepared and oozing some good fertilizer whenever he stepped. A green trail that covered almost all the jungle.

But here, in that glade, he needed more than a trail.

With a low growl, he began to peel the bark armor that covered his groin. Under it, joined tendrils formed muscles and ligaments holding the structure together. Both he ripped apart. The slug-like, oozing and green flew in every side when his groin was freed. Before his golden eyes, Kimahri Ronso saw his pink cock covered and rushed by the tendrils. They squeezed, they massaged, they pressed onto his pulsating shaft from above and inside.

His ears fluttered as he peeled them off, one by one.

A slutty Ronso must be careful.

"Kimahri will be careful."

Careful he was. He pinched each tendril delicately, pulling them out of his wide urethra. The orifice had widened to accommodate his Masters' changes and needs. Hence, the Ronso wasn't surprised when he saw the gaping orifice open up, wider than if three fingers had fit in.

Nor when green cum poured from it like a hose. The liquid's smell was earthy, pungent, and reminiscent of hummus. He picked up his soft shaft and pointed it upward, just enough not to sprinkle his covered testicles.

He walked, feeling his testicles churn and be squeezed by the bark armor. His masters were good and were milking him now, ensuring his churning nuts were empty and he had adequately fertilized the glade. Little by little, he covered the clearing with little pools of green semen until his musk permeated the air and forced the creatures to flee him.

They knew about his masters and feared them, though they shouldn't.

Finally, he stopped. Steam raised from the hot pools he saw.

He stopped and removed his hands. Right away, the contractions around his nuts stopped, halting the flow of semen before tendrils rushed to get a hold of his shaft. They gripped it, squeezed it, then plunged inside him while the peeled-off bark slowly rose to cover once more the blue-furred groin and the pinkish shaft.

However, it wasn't done. Like before, Kimahri picked at the fracture in the bark armor and peeled it off. Not the one around his groin but on his chest. He picked on it, planted his claws within it, and pulled.

Tendrils flew, ruptured from their peaceful life, squirmed on the ground while Kimahri observed his pectorals. The skin was taut, displaying the egg shapes beneath the blue fur. This was a bountiful harvest for the Guardian, who picked at the tendrils huddled around his nipples.

Again, he removed them and sighed in relief. His nipples were erect, red, sore... And gaping wide by the tendrils' constant invasion. A mere caress below his pecs, a soft massage, and some of the translucent embryonic fluids oozed from his chest. It was clear, with a sugary scent, hence those eggs were ready.

A slutty Ronso is a good Broodmother.

"Thank you, Masters," mumbled back the Leonine hunter with his eyes half-closed. He felt the pleasure of his masters' sap onto his tongue and stuffed throat, a just reward and a delightful shock the Ronso experienced. All the while, he massaged his chest above one of the cum pools. Slowly, bigger drops of fluids dripped over his fur and back until it stopped. The right nipple was almost occluded until it stretched and widened.

One egg dropped with a jelly-like surface. Its transparency revealed the green fluids it contained, along with the bright seed within. The egg finally slipped free and fell into the puddle in a loud splash before disappearing inside.

This was how his Masters' reproduced: by preparing the ground with their Guardians' helpless seed before overtaking it with their own.

Another reward, another drop of sap from the mask deeply entrenched in his throat, and Kimahri growled from delight. He was feeling perfectly fine as he laid egg after egg. Each one dropped into their designated puddle, splashing and disappearing until the clearing had been adequately seeded.

Soon, Kimahri's eyes would watch the Masters grow bigger and pierce the ground, their branches and trees reaching higher until they covered everything. It was how it should be, how the former guardians seeded that forest in the first place.

And Kimahri only hoped to continue their work.

With a growl, he released his grip on his pecs and allowed the tendrils to return. They rushed, inserted, and wiggled within his nipples until they were unable to move. There were still a few eggs inside, immature for the moment. But they would be ready the next time he encountered another clearing.

The bark armor slipped back into its place, entirely covering Kimahri and hiding away that blue fur, leaving him needy once more as he stepped away from the clearing. His masters had already pointed to another spot.

However... His ears fluttered. His Masters' tendrils wiggled further while a single word echoed within Kimahri's dulled brain.

Intruders.

The golden eyes widened. The muscles tensed. The fists trembled with anticipation. And Kimahri ran. Faster than before, faster despite his heavier body and scrotum. He jumped, dashed, and bounced off trees and roots as if he knew their exact position. His body was more robust, better, and made to perform well in his Guardian's duty.

His knees bent as he pounced off a trunk and arrived near the intruders.

Multiple forms, multiple individuals walking on their hind legs. They marched in a tight order, close together with their weapons pointed, although none was aware of the Ronso's presence.

Somehow, Kimahri recognized them. They were not with his Masters', but he could recognize their faces and traits.

A slutty Ronso will help spread his Masters' glory.

"Yes. Kimahri will help them learn."

And he knew... They could become Guardians, too, and help him and his masters.