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The Rotten Vale

The Rotten Vale. An unattractive, if descriptive name for a place that seemed to be one vast monster graveyard. The upper reaches, where the bones had already been picked thoroughly clean, had a certain stark beauty to them - but further down, it just became increasingly grotesque - and increasingly hostile. Flesh-eating bacteria hung as a fog over the decaying flesh of countless fallen monsters, and they weren't picky about snacking on the flesh of any living hunter foolish enough to enter the area without suitable protection - 'Effluence', the Wyverian scholars had dubbed these deadly clouds. Neither bone-plate armor nor razor-sharp swords were any protection from enemies too small to see and too countless to fight.

Most hunters who traveled the region - and there weren't a lot of them, which suited Miki to the T - favored armor made from the carapace of a local beetle dubbed the Hornetaur, or the scaly hide of the Great Girros that lived further down. Both had evolved certain enzymes that counteracted the Effluence, in order to survive in this hostile environment - and with the right crafting, that evolutionary adaption could benefit the canny hunter too. For Miki, though, that wasn't a sufficient solution. Considering what she was here for, she was bound to wind up far more heavily exposed to the deadly clouds than most hunters, specifically in areas not covered by any armor. And so, once she arrived at the Rotten Vale, she set up a semi-permanent camp and got down to some serious pharmaceutical research...

Her constant desires gnawed at her as she worked, kept tolerable only by Felix's regular efforts. Still, she decided, it wasn't all bad. The extra wait gave her time to fully recover from her encounter with the Kirin, as well as continue her cervix-stretching efforts. By the time she had a working countermeasure to the Effluence-clouds, she'd advanced that particular endeavor about as far as it was ever going to get - the plug now lodged in her womb was two inches in diameter, and that was just the 'neck'. The bulbous head was closer to two and a half. At this point, any normal human penis would fit neatly through her strained cervix, had it the length to reach it - and all but the biggest and most flat-headed monster-cocks should be able to at least get the tip inside.

Hopefully, she would find something in this rotting pit with the right cock-size to take full advantage of this new-found modification of hers - along with the permanently-gaping orifices the Kirin had left her with. Certainly, she'd have to dive down into the reeking, Effluence-filled caverns beneath the bone-layer to have a chance - the only monster she'd reliably spotted above was something called a Radobaan. Apparently, it was some local cousin to the Odogaron she was familiar with from back home - not an attractive prospect for sexy funtimes no matter how she looked at it. The simple fact that it was rather too big aside, its hide was covered in sticky tar with an armored layer of spiky bones on top - there was simply no way a mating with that thing would end well.

She'd seen glimpses of predators from further down, though - popping up briefly on their hunts, and just as quickly dashing back to the dank depths. THAT was what she was after, and after downing a draught that turned her very sweat (and various other bodily fluids) into a delivery-method for Effluence-repulsing enzymes derived from the skittering Hornetaurs, she headed down there with her eyes peeled and her aphrodisiac smoke-bombs close at hand. It didn't take her long to find the first viable tracks - clawed feet, and lots of them. Smaller ones surrounding a set of significantly larger ones. It was very reminiscent of the Jagras she'd encountered back in the Ancient Forest - suggesting the presence of their darker cousins, the Girros.

Following those tracks, she soon caught sight of the pack - seemingly returning to their den after a successful hunt, hissing and play-biting at each other as they darted across the decaying floor under the watchful eye of their towering Alpha, the Great Girros. Compared to the Jagras, they were less reptilian and more serpentine, sporting sleek, dark-green scales along their backs, while the lower parts of their anatomy tended to be various shades of white, having been bleached by the ammonia rising from the decomposing tissue that made up the Rotten Vale itself. Long, curved fangs emerged from their upper jaw, capable of injecting enough paralytic venom to send even the strongest hunter into shuddering fits with just one solid bite.

The Great Girros, though, was what drew her attention. A commanding presence, covered in gleaming, black scales, with a fleshy hood lining his face - ready to be splayed out in a gesture of dominance when the lesser Girros needed to be reminded of who was in charge. He had a suitable sort of size, too - and as with the Jagras, she had no need to investigate genders: The fact that he had grown to such scale, by itself, demonstrated that he was the Alpha Male. She could feel herself getting increasingly wet under her armored skirt as she stalked the black beauty, already imagining the things he might do to her...

As she had expected, the Girros' den proved to be above the Effluence-level, on a rock-shelf partway up the wall of a grand cave. While the Great Girros could shrug off the effects of the Effluence altogether, his lesser pack-mates weren't quite so hardy - they could rush through it without much negative effect, but it clearly wasn't_pleasant_, so it made sense they'd make their home well clear of it. This suited Miki just fine, too - despite how effective her anti-Effluence draught had proven so far, she really didn't want to give the flesh-eating bacteria too much chance to penetrate her sensitive bits. Indeed, 'flesh-eating bacteria' were on the very short list of 'things she didn't want penetrating her sensitive bits'.

The den had one way in, one way out - there was no real way to sneak up on them. All she could do was ready her smoke-grenades and dash in, aiming to make the most of whatever seconds she'd have before they responded to her intrusion. Not a lot of seconds, as it turned out - the hunt they'd returned from had clearly been _moderately_successful at best, so while they didn't seem to be starving, they also weren't well-fed and relaxed. The whole pack of them were on their feet and hissing menacingly within moment of her storming in, the Great Girros front-and-center with a threateningly splayed hood.

Before they could pounce, though, the pink smoke of her aphrodisiac-grenades filled the den, causing them to stumble and pause, their hunting-instincts and territorial impulses swiftly dulled. The Great Girros resisted for a while, though, as the drug took its time suffusing his larger body - long enough for him to dart at her with a lightning-fast charge, curved fangs at the ready. She managed to roll out of the way in the last second, and threw another smoke-grenade directly at his face before he could turn around to charge again - this, at last, brought him up short, and the aggressive tension left his body. For a few seconds he just stood there, swaying slightly, vertically-slitted eyes focusing and unfocusing, before a different, more erotic tension came over him.

This was what she'd been waiting for, of course, and she wasted no time getting down on the floor, legs spread, armored skirt flipped up to leave her rear exposed. Her pussy gaped widely already, and though the wan light that filtered into this dank place didn't make it visible, a second opening gaped beyond it - her cock-ready cervix and womb. Her ass, however, was currently blocked by a large butt-plug with an ergonomically-shaped base that fit neatly between her bulbous ass-cheeks, and she quickly reached back to rectify this. Her worn and battered sphincter resisted only briefly as she pulled on the thick plug, and it popped out with a plot, leaving her ass gaping and twitching in its wake.

For her more often-used sex-toys, she favored whittled wood coated in a particular type of monster-hide that was notably hydrophobic, making it easy to keep clean - and had a slightly bumpy texture that added to the enjoyment. This plug, however, had been made in a bit of a hurry - so she'd settled for ordinary monster-bone. Smooth, sturdy, easy to work, sure, but not a permanent solution - it was simply too porous, and no matter how carefully you cleaned it, it'd gradually absorb substances from its surrounding... which in this case would eventually lead to some nasty rot growing inside it. Already, the once-white bone had grown noticeably discolored as it absorbed her pungent ass-slime, and the pungent smell persisted regardless of how much she scrubbed it.

She considered all this as she held the thick, smooth plug in front of her face, visually inspecting it. Once she'd made sure there were no over-large brown stains, she popped it into her mouth, closing her lips around the base. It wouldn't last, sure, but for now that porous property ensured that the dark, forbidden taste of ass would continue to fill her mouth no matter how long she sucked on it. In the meantime, the Great Girros had spotted her gaping holes - there was no longer any need for her to pull them open with her fingers or anything - and hesitantly approached as his unnatural horniness struggled with his instincts bluntly remarking that she didn't look a lot like a Girros.

As usual, the horniness won out, and the heavy, black-scaled body covered her back, strong legs thumping down in front of her shoulders. She felt his cock poke at her rear, and a shudder of sudden ecstasy rolled through her. She'd considered the possibility, but not dared hope... despite the pack-structure seeming so similar to the Jagras, the actual physiology of the Girros was more reminiscent of the Tobi-Kadachi, with strong, snake-like overtones. This, as luck had it, extended to the genitalia as well, and she once again found a bipenii seeking entrance into her eager holes.

Barely able to keep her hand from shaking with eagerness, she reached back to help 'guide' him, as his side-by-side cockheads slipped between her outer labia and thighs. Fortunately, his shafts proved flexible enough to shift to a one-above-the-other configuration without any apparent discomfort, and she was able to point them towards her two eagerly-waiting, wide-open holes with relative ease. She came instantly as the pair of them slipped inside, easily bottoming out in a single, smooth thrust... landing the cockhead of the lower specimen deep inside her womb, after having easily pushed its way through her gaping cervix. It was noticeably thicker than the Tzitzi-Ya-Ku cock she'd had up there most recently, but not thicker than the plugs she'd been using to stretch it since - indeed, it seemed fairly close to the two-inch diameter she'd settled on recently.

Her forehead dropped to the bony ground beneath as she moaned around the plug in her mouth, enjoying a new and unique form of triple penetration. Despite her desensitized orifices, there was more than enough thick, hot meat buried there to push her pleasure into the orgasmic zone - indeed, that would have been true even if she _hadn't_been severely backed up from spending the last week and change with no other sexual partners than Felix. The texture helped too - while they weren't exactly covered in bumps or armor-plating like some she'd sampled, the Great Girros' bipenii also weren't just straightforwards meatpoles.

The two shafts curved slightly, and seemed to actually be a bit thicker near the middle as opposed to the ends. Along the bottom of each, vague ridges could be felt - suggesting more than announcing the presence of smooth, flat scales. But best of all were the series of tiny, hard bumps that lined the very edges of his cockheads - she couldn't hazard a guess as to what purpose they were supposed to serve, but what they DID do was make her highly aware of the depth of the twin penetrations, with the lower cock in particular scraping them across the soft insides of her womb. That part of her genitalia, at least, still had full sensitivity...

Orgasms began to roll through her as the Great Girros roughly fucked her, scaly hips slapping against her buttocks. She eagerly surrendered to the long-awaited pleasure, loosely aware that she was surrounded by a small, reptilian orgy as the remaining Girros paired off. The pack's suddenly-tractable females were being eagerly mounted by the smaller males, who usually didn't get much of a chance to get laid, and the cramped den was filled with the crooning sound of animal pleasure. The sloshing sound of interlocking genitals, the pants and cries of pleasure - a beautiful refrain that only served to lure her deeper into the pleasure-trance, allowing some small, still-rational part of her mind the leisure to once again examine the memories of her past, and the path that had led her here...

Teaming up with Felix, years back, had widened the scope of her perverted activities greatly. The keen-eyed little Palico more than earned his keep as a lookout and distraction, while simultaneously providing her with reliable relief between hunts. Of course, his sadistic inclinations also provided her with a few new experiences in the field of sexual torture and BDSM, and as the diminutive felyne grew increasingly confident that she wasn't going to back out of their arrangement just because he got a bit too rough, his creativity only deepened.

Back in the Old World, he'd had access to a lot more tools and toys - they'd been forced to pack light, especially since there was a chance their luggage would be inspected, so anything too complex to be easily improvised from the materials and tools found here in the New World was sadly unavailable in their games today. Felix had risen to the challenge, making the most of his claws, fangs, tongue, and whatever simple tools of punishment they'd been able to stealthily craft here - but oh, back then, it had been a whole 'nother game.

Clamps and chains, with or without sharp steel fangs... whips and floggers, paddles and canes, spikewheels and long, cruel needles... dildos and plugs lined with cruel spikes that tore her insides bloody, practical only thanks to the availability of highly-effective healing-balms that could be applied directly afterwards... and the Dungeons, oh, the Dungeons! Turned out, most major cities had at least one secret, (usually literally) underground meeting-place for people of the sadistic and masochistic disposition, and he knew them all. It was only a handful of times he'd dragged her there - but the memories still stood stark and clear in her mind.

In each case she'd been led into the dark, sweat-reeking pit mostly naked, hands tightly bound behind her back, wearing a collar while Felix held her leash... though, the leash was usually attached to her clit, rather than the collar. She wore a full leather mask to conceal her identity, leaving only a couple of gaps - a hole in the back where her hair had been pulled through into a ponytail, a pair of nose-holes to breathe through, eye-holes with a build-in blindfold that could be easily pulled over them, and a round mouth-hole with a ring-gag that could be plugged with a long, thick pecker-gag when needed. Down there, nobody knew or cared who she was - she was just a slab of raw meat to be pleasured or tortured at her Master's direction.

Implements of torture too large to be portable filled the cellars, often with lines forming around the most popular. Racks and wheels, whipping-posts and stocks, a modified traitor's chair (designed to be cruelly painful without actually splitting open the victim's ass) and of course a wooden horse or two, generally with optional, mountable dildos. She learned of many dark and agonizing pleasures in those Dungeons. It was there, for starters, that she'd found out what it felt like to be chained down to a wooden horse, weights around her ankles, her groin on fire where the rough, wooden edge bit into it... watching through blurry eyes as a nail was hammered straight through her clit, solidly fastening her to the torture-instrument. The feeling of that final hammer-blow, flattening the nails' head against the sensitive nub of nerves and forcing it harshly into the splintery, wooden surface beneath had held the title of 'most painful experience' for a long time... until fairly recently, in fact.

But it hadn't all been sadistic torture. (Just mostly.) She'd also tried what it was like to sit chained-down next to a couple of other submissives, head solidly fastened in a board, mouth held open as a succession of men and women, masters and slaves alike, used her mouth for a pissoir. The feeling of steadily-growing amounts of urine filling her stomach, churning and rumbling, and knowing that throwing up would result in swift and cruel punishment. The feeling of having her waist caught in a hole in a wall, unable to see or hear what was happening to the lower parts of her body while a succession of anonymous cocks and toys took advantage of her defenseless holes. The feeling of being locked in a small box that reeked of sweat and sex-juices, while dicks both human, Lynian and Wyverian were thrusts through several holes in the walls for her to work with mouth and hands.

They had all been memorable and enjoyable experiences, each in their own way. Such sessions had gone a long way towards easing the frustrations she'd felt after yet another 'hunt' had been interrupted by other hunters or random travelers. Indeed, it seemed in retrospect that Felix had, in fact, specifically used his authority to drag her to such places right after particularly disappointing hunts. Quite considerate of him! But in the end, not even the ever-varied and oft-overwhelming pleasures and torments of the big-city sex-dungeons could satisfy her - at least not for long. Human, Wyverian and Lynian cocks abounded, but there was nothing new or interesting about those - she knew the textures, shapes and properties of each by heart, and marginal differences in girth and length couldn't excite her now that she'd begun exploring the far more varied world of monster-cocks.

So she made the most of what few opportunities she could find to explore the pleasures of monster-sex. Whenever chance and circumstance conspired to give her some decent, uninterrupted alone-time with a monster, big or small, she threw herself into it with ravenous intensity, sucking any and all pleasure from it she possibly could. She sometimes injected suitably-sized monsters with stimulants when their energy started flagging, just to coax another half-hour of solid pounding out of them - and if she wound up with a critter too big or female for penetration, she nonetheless made the best of the situation by indulging in every anatomically feasible perversion and sex-act she could think of.

She wound up licking, fingering and fisting a lot of female monster's pussies, and tasting a lot of dank, unwashed monster assholes. She lovingly kissed large, monstrous faces and sucked delicately on thick, juicy tongues that tasted faintly of whatever disgusting thing the creature had last feasted on. She eagerly opened her mouth as monsters emptied large bladderfulls of piss down her gullet, showing her that the flavor actually varied noticeably between species. She found ways to coax monsters into some semblance of cunnilingus by applying suitable edibles to her genitals - be it chunks of meat or mashed fruit. This proved particularly stimulating when she wound up dealing with an insectivore - emptying a jar of live termites inside her pussy generated a plethora of intriguing sensations, both painful, pleasurable and ticklish, and this was only redoubled when a long, sticky tongue penetrated her to begin licking up the skittering little bugs.

Still, intriguing though many of these experiences were, what she desired - what she needed - was a good, solid fucking from a cock too large and strangely-shaped to belong to a humanoid. And while she was forced to just grab whatever rare opportunity came her way rather than picking her targets carefully, those were few and far between - but each one she managed to hunt down only reconfirmed her devotion to the concept. This was what she wanted, the only thing that could truly satisfy her - being bent over underneath a huge, rutting monster as it stretched her unnaturally-flexible orifices with its thick, strangely-textured cock. To have electric shocks, boiling heat, biting cold or other surprises apply themselves to her genitals in mid-coitus due to some strange ability of her monstrous lover. It was the only thing she never got tired of!

But it was getting harder and harder... by several metrics, even. The Guild was getting better at its job. Stronger weapons, better armor and more effective curatives were steadily being developed, allowing a growing number of hunters to survive long enough to become hardened veterans - and by virtue of more hunters surviving to become veterans, their overall numbers also soared. Monsters that before had been feared as nigh-unstoppable were now routine targets for skilled four-man squads. The frontiers of civilization were being pushed back, the monster-infested wildlands became rarer and more remote, even as the Guild improved on its organization, support-structure and management in order to handle its own growing numbers and extending reach.

So not only were there fewer monsters to hunt and more hunters to do it, the new organizational guidelines also promoted and encouraged teamed hunting more than ever. Going solo was turning into more and more of an exception. She could still get away with it, to a degree, thanks to the name and reputation she'd established, but it was definitely not getting easier, and a fearsome future lurked ahead if the tendency continued. It was then that she heard about the Guild's Research Commission recruiting for yet another fleet to be sent across the ocean to the New World.

She'd heard about these expeditions before, of course, and even considered applying - but decided not to, for one obvious reason: The trip would leave her stuck in the tight quarters of a transport-ship, with no room for privacy, for months as they crossed the wide sea. There was simply no way she'd survive such a trip without shattering her carefully-constructed reputation. However, since then, a few things had changed. For starters, the Guild's ships had gotten better, and could make the journey faster. It'd still be weeks, close to a month, but it was still much faster than what had been possible before. And of course, she'd also grown increasingly desperate...

The clincher, though, was her accidental invention of a potent anaphrodisiac during her experimentation with her preferred love-potion. This mix, rather than promoting lust, dulled it - and it worked on her, too, at least temporarily. She was reluctant in the extreme to resort to such measures - her constant desires had become a central pillar of her personality and sense of self - but as she heard tales of the vast, untamed lands of the New World from returning sailors, the temptation became too great. She prepared enough of the lust-killing mixture to last her the journey, and stealthily pulled the right strings within the Guild to ensure she received an invitation. The trip had been as unpleasant as she feared, but the drug had done its job, keeping her surging desires down to a manageable level, and a few times she managed to sneak a few minutes of privacy in a store-room or such to avail herself of her fingers - or Felix's services, if possible. It had all been worth it in the end, though. The New World was everything she'd dreamed of...

A burning agony tore her from her reflection. It was coiling through her intestines and filling her womb like an injection of molten lead. As the pain momentarily cleared her pleasure-dazed mind, however, she was able to draw on her extensive (and bizarre) experience to more closely identify the sensation. It wasn't heat - she'd been fucked by enough fiery monsters to know what that felt like. It was... acid? Acid-burns wasn't something she'd felt in a sexual context before, but like any hunter, she'd run afoul of it in the field occasionally. It seemed, however, that owing to the corrosive environment they'd evolved in, the Girros had acidic sperm.

While the spreading and unfamiliar pain started to engage her masochistic side, she foggily reassured herself that it probably wasn't as bad as it felt. The slimy coating of her intestines was designed to handle all kinds of things, including short-term exposure to acid - what with it being attached to a sack full of the stuff, and all. As for her womb... well, the way her cervix gaped these days, it'd empty right out as soon as the Great Girros finished and pulled out. And she knew from experience that her usual healing-salve worked just fine for acid-burns. It'd be fine... probably.

Still, with the pain raging through her abdomen, she couldn't keep still. Shudders and spasms shook her body even as a new, twisted orgasm began to grow inside her, fueled by masochistic exaltation rather than penetrative pleasure. Just as it hit her, however, a new source of pain arrived in an unexpected place - sharp and clean, rather than burning. The Great Girros had just bitten her on the neck. Not with the brutal strength he was capable of, nor with any killing intent - rather, it was simple nip, just a reminder to the female underneath him that she should stay still and not struggle while he was busy filling her womb with his seed. On a female Girros' scaly neck, that much force would've barely been enough to break the skin. Of course, she didn't have scales, or any particular resistance to the Girros' potent, paralytic venom - and the armor covering her throat was thin, flexible leather rather than anything hardened.

All the muscles in her body seized up at once. Her arms instantly collapsed underneath her, slamming her chest and face into the putrefying ground, while her jaws locked tight around the thick base of the ass-flavored butt-plug in her mouth. Her pussy and ass tightened powerfully around the two intruding cocks, hard enough to make the Great Girros hiss with pleasure, and her bladder rapidly emptied itself in a splattering stream as her urethral sphincter convulsed along with the rest of her. She idly wondered if other hunters had wet their armor - or worse - under the influence of Girros-bites, or if the loosened conditions of her own urethra was to blame.

A few seconds later, the Great Girros withdrew his twin cocks from her tightly-clutching pussy and ass with a satisfied hiss, stumbling back after pulling out. The aphrodisiac still had him in its clutches, but unlike most of her targets, he had plenty of options - she'd merely been the first set of viable holes he'd spotted. Half the members of his pack were female, and now he resolutely marched over to bat aside a lesser male mounting one of the closest, taking his place - to her apparent satisfaction, based on the way she rolled her reptilian eyes and curled her spine back.

The paralytic, however, still held Miki in its grasp, and with her body now angled downwards, the acidic contents of her womb and intestines weren't flowing out. Instead, it got supplemented as the displaced male, radiating discontent and horniness, noticed her unoccupied orifices and ambled over, side-eyeing the pack Alpha. Once he'd reassured himself that his larger pack-leader was too busy to object, he quickly mounted her, foreclaws scrabbling for purchase on her shoulders and upper back, cutting through the skin and sending small rivulets of blood running down her sides to join the two thin ones on her neck.

Without her lending a hand, there was no way he was double-penetrating her, what with his twin cocks being side-by-side - but seeing as they were significantly smaller than what the Great Girros was packing, that didn't matter much. They slid easily into her pussy together, stretching it wide, and he eagerly resumed the pounding he'd been dishing out to the female Girros earlier, just as unconcerned by her lack of Girros-ness as his Alpha had been. This double-barreled fucking was an unfamiliar sensation to her - effectively feeling like a very wide, flat, single cock with a very unusual contour. Considering that discovering strange and unusual cock-shapes and textures were one of the main drives behind her obsession with monster-sex, this was a delightful experience - and the enjoyment she derived thereby served to accelerate the transformation of the burning sensation radiating from the acid pooled in her guts, from torturous agony to masochistic pleasure.

Having probably been halfway there before he was interrupted by the bigger Alpha, the Girros didn't last terribly long. A couple of minutes, that was all - just enough for the paralytic to wear off, really. Unfortunately, likely owing to the low sexual confidence of a male accustomed to picking up the Alpha's barely-consenting leavings, he sunk his fangs into her neck as soon as he began cumming - eager to make sure that the female beneath him didn't back out at the last minute. Renewed paroxysms ran through her paralyzed muscles as the long fangs - smaller, but no less sharp than the Great Girros' impressive chompers - sank through the thin armor and into her flesh.

Fortunately, the smaller Girros' cum proved to be somewhat less acidic - a sign of lesser virility, perhaps? It was still enough to refresh the feeling of hissing, bubbling pain deep inside her - which had just started to fade as the acid was gradually neutralized by her internal juices and generally wore itself out - though. And as the small Girros, spent for now, pulled out and backed away, she blearily realized that a crowd had gathered around her. The aphrodisiac, as always, had a lesser effect on females - they had been tractable at first, but by now it was wearing out, leaving them relaxed and unconcerned, but not particularly horny. Most of them had laid down on the ground, signaling that they were no longer available for mating. The Great Girros had the authority to bat them up with a thrust from his nose, compelling them to accept his seed - he was the Alpha, after all - as he worked his way through their full numbers, but the lesser Girros were not so fortunate.

Already, the number of females receptive to them had dwindled, and crowds of still-horny males had formed around each one. Soon, she knew, the number would be down to one. The next pale-green snake-lizard was waiting to jump on her back almost as soon as his predecessor was clear, tail weaving in the air as his hindclaws danced over the back of her shins and his twin cocks stabbed desperately at her groin, seeking a viable orifice. By chance or just due to having marginally longer legs than the previous one, he found her still-gaping asshole rather than her oozing pussy, and swiftly thrust his twin cocks inside side-by-side. A gurgling sound escaped her plug-filled mouth as the unfamiliar sensation joined the rest of the sensory impressions that were whirling through her body and mind.

The pain of the acid burning inside her, along with the knowledge that every minute's delay and every additional load of acidic cum increased the odds of serious, permanent damage to her body, were fully engaging her masochistic, self-destructive and risk-seeking sides. The sensation of single-hole double penetration was engaging her erogenous zones, breeding base, animal pleasure - along with the more complex, cerebral pleasure of the new and unfamiliar experience that so appealed to her neophilia. On top of all that, there was the sense of bondage and submission that came from being chained down by her own body, rendered helpless by the paralyzing poison that the Girros so readily injected her with to keep her pliable. And just as had been the case with the Kulu-Ya-Ku, the fact that she might have tried to avoid this particular session if she'd had the choice served to add a dark and exciting edge of pseudo-rape to it all.

So it was really no wonder that as she lay there, helpless and tormented, the Girros' gang-rape provided her with a steady stream of potent, mind-bending orgasms. One after another, they mounted and used her. Some took ten or twenty minutes, some took two or three. Some found her ass, some found her pussy. Each prolonged her torture with a fresh load of acid to burn in her gut, and a fresh bite loaded with paralytic venom to keep her in her place. In no case did she have any say in any part of it. She wasn't certain if she would've had the mental fortitude to extricate herself from the orgy had she been able to - she knew that she certainly ought to, considering the havoc the acidic cum would be wrecking on her internals, but oh, the agonizing pleasure of it all...

Fortunately, owing perhaps to having evolved in a rather virulent environment rife with exotic chemicals born of the constant decomposition, the Girros were able to metabolize the aphrodisiac faster than most monsters. So after little more than an hour, the reptilian critters finally started to lose interest in her, wandering off to rest alongside their female packmates, tired and satisfied. After one last horny fellow took advantage of the lack of competition to enjoy two rides in a row, she was finally left alone long enough for the paralysis to wear off completely.

As soon as this happened, she jumped into action - despite the fuzzy vagueness cloaking her mind after the many exotic pleasures and countless orgasms. Pushing herself up into a squat, she let the large quantities of still-active acid-cum drain from her gaping holes to hiss quietly onto the ground. After exercising her aching abdominal muscles to push the last bit out, she grabbed a jar of healing-salve from her belt and set to work using it then and there, not wanting to waste any time. She ran her salve-covered fist as deeply into her ass as the awkward angle would allow, coating the damaged tissue - before moving on to the bigger issue...

Rolling down on her back, she more or less poured the remainder of the salve directly into her pussy and through the gaping cervix into the womb itself - neutralizing what vestiges of acid remained there, and starting the healing. She needed to keep it there, though, and at this point, she was a lot more worried about the integrity of her pussy and womb than a bit of ass-leakage, so after spitting out the by then sparkly-clean butt-plug, she carefully worked it into her pussy instead. It was thick enough to lodge itself behind her labia with decent firmness, as long as she didn't relax the muscles down there too much - it'd keep the salve from leaking out too quickly while she made her way back to camp for more comprehensive treatment.

The camp wasn't far, though unfortunately, most of the distance was vertical - it was safely above the Effluence, but that also meant she had to climb part of the way, which she only managed thanks to the energy-drink she always consumed after an exhausting sexual experience. Once she was there, safe and sound with access to all her tools and tinctures, she was finally able to measure the damage - and it proved extensive, if less so than she had feared. As she had hoped, the slimy coating of her intestines had proven resistant to the acid, and the sores and ulcers that had resulted were well within the scope of the healing-salve's curative properties. It took a very long, salve-covered dildo to apply it deeply enough, and she knew she'd likely suffer from some nasty diarrhea for the next several days, but she felt fairly confident that her intestines would make a full recovery.

There was no recovery for her womb, however. Its entire inner surface had been burned clean by the acid, and the caustic fluid had even flowed down her uterine tubes to the ovaries, melting through the flimsy, biological blockades in the way, and soaked into the thousands of eggs nature had accorded her at birth. Before, she could theoretically have regained the ability to bear children if she'd simply allowed her cervix to tighten back up - and started having sex with human men again, for that matter - but now she was sterile twice over. No viable eggs left, and even if there had been, the lining of her womb would no longer have been able to support them.

Well, it wasn't as if she'd ever had any plans to get pregnant, anyway - doing so would've seriously impacted her sexual options for months on end, after all! And it meant no more periods, which was nice. The only really bad part was the cervix. The muscles there had already been overstretched and overstrained - the acid soaking into them had caused them to fall apart altogether. She'd never again be able to truly experience that sense of cervical stretching, leaving her with only two true sexual explorations thereof - essentially, her cervix was too wrecked at this point to cling tightly to anything. It was nothing more than a ring of tattered, useless, broken-down muscles.

This, she grieved - but in the end, there was no point crying over spilt cum, and on reflection, she could see some potential in her new situation. After mulling it over for a bit, she made her decision - and the necessary preparations. A king-sized speculum, a small, sharp, carefully-sterilized knife, a large tub of extra-strength healing-salve, and Felix's willing cooperation were key ingredients. Then Felix spent nearly two hours with his arms buried inside her pussy to the shoulder, clad in smooth, protective gloves made from animal intestines, wielding blade, needle and thread, and plenty of healing-salve in a daring operation. Without anesthetic, of course - she needed to be able to guide him along the way, as his surprisingly-deft paws went about their bloody work, and besides, if she was going to cut away a part of her favorite organ, she wanted every last bit of sensation she could derive therefrom... even if it was nothing but tooth-grinding agony.

In the end, it was done. The useless, tattered tissue and muscle had been surgically removed, and what remained had been stretched open with strategic incisions and sewn into place. There was no longer any real distinction between her vaginal canal and her womb - a slight narrowing, was all. Anything capable of passing through her labia would most likely be able to reach the very depths, and with enough length, hit the back of her womb with undiminished force. She hoped that this would go a long way towards compensating for the loss of sensation she'd experienced after the electric cooking of the Kirin - the damage to her womb had been mostly in the surface, and rather than damaging the nerves, it had uncovered them. In the hot, humid environment inside her, scar-tissue wouldn't be able to form properly, for all the healing salve could do - so the tissue would likely remain raw and sensitive on a permanent basis.

Of course, she'd once again have to wait out a lengthy healing-process before she'd be able to test that theory - at the very least, she'd have to wait long enough that the stitches could be safely removed before she tried to do anything with her newly redesigned pussy, or risk causing some serious, quite-possibly-fatal tears. As it were, she'd lost significant amounts of blood, and would need lots of rest and recuperation. But this didn't worry her overmuch. She was confident by now that Felix cared deeply for her - quite possibly_loved_ her. His reaction to the extent of the damage to her body had confirmed it. He'd take care of her - cook meals, apply regular layers of healing-salve, and indeed do his best to satisfy her constantly-surging desires using whatever orifices remained in play.

She felt marginally guilty about taking advantage of his adoration in such a fashion, though... for in the end, she could not return them. He was a valuable partner, both in sex and general endeavors, and she both trusted and respected him, but she felt nothing beyond that. Indeed, on reflection, she wasn't certain she ever had felt more than simple lust for anyone she'd ever met. Her affections were too fluid, too quick to flutter on to the next likely source of new and strange experiences - they couldn't settle on a single subject as an object of continuous desire. But she did her best to assuage those feelings by playing into what she knew were Felix's main kinks, indulging in the tortures and humiliations he so reliably found attractive. She couldn't return his love, but she could certainly return his lust twice over...

A week later, she felt ready to descend into the Effluence-infested depths of the Rotten Vale's putrefying flesh-pits once again. Without the potent properties of the healing-salve, it probably would have taken months for her pussy to heal, but since she did have it and used it religiously, her reshaped genitals were ready. Felix had carefully removed the stitches, and everything seemed to be holding together as hoped - including the hypersensitive surface of her now-barren womb. While in there, Felix had run a finger across it, and just the sensation of his smooth paw-pad moving lightly over the naked tissue had sent intense sensations through her - too new and potent to be immediately classifiable as pain or pleasure. It reminded her of when she'd first started experimenting with urethral penetration - the sensation of a part of her body that had never been designed for penetration, trying to figure out if it could work as an erogenous zone.

As usual, she was eager to get back into it after a week of having to rely solely on Felix's sadistic pleasures (along with various dildos and other tools of masturbation) to satisfy her burning libido... or at least, keep its surging energy down to a dull roar. She was even more driven than usual, though, both out of a desire to give her surgically-altered genitals a trial-run, and due to some intriguing tracks she'd spotted while hunting down the Girros... large (but not TOO large) paw-prints, whose tracks and markings suggested that all of the other monsters living in those dark and frightening depths walked in a wide circle around it. Promising, to say the least!

And so, after gulping down a fresh portion of her anti-Effluence draught, she headed down there again, eyes peeled for signs of her prey. Her alert senses soon told her that she was being followed - Felix was shadowing her rather than waiting back at camp for her return, his felyne physiology inherently resistant to the ravenous Effluence, for reasons that the Lynian Researchers had yet to figure out. It didn't take a lot of consideration to figure out why he'd decided to tag along, either, considering the state she'd returned in after her last trip down there, and his reaction to it. She didn't really mind that she'd thus picked up a furry little guardian angel - indeed, what with the proven risks of this region, it could be a lifesaver. Just as long as he didn't overreact and step in while she was still just having fun...

Soon, she was on the right track. The prints it left behind were highly recognizable, and made her increasingly certain of what it was she was tracking - imprints of two full sets of claws could be seen above each pawprint. Only one creature she knew of had such deadly instruments attached to its legs - the fearsome Odogaron, of which she'd heard only whispers and seen only rough sketches. The Apex Predator of the Rotten Vale, occasionally spotted hunting in the Coral Highlands above - fiercely aggressive, and quite willing to attack far larger monsters. Swift and deadly, wielding those characteristic claws along with a long, powerful set of fang-lined jaws and a bony, club-like tail.

It was probably one of the most deadly monsters she had ever hunted, and her lust and eagerness grew with every wall-scratch, paw-print and shed, blood-red scale her Scoutflies led her to. She knew she was getting close when all other life began to disappear - the smaller insectoids that infested the Rotten Vale's festering depths, usually nigh-omnipresent, were suddenly nowhere to be seen. Instead, there were piles of fresh bones - the remnants of recent meals, licked clean. She was approaching the Odogaron's den, where no creature with any sense of self-preservation dared to trespass. What that said about herself, she very deliberately did not consider.

It was essentially a cave, carved - or, more likely, chewed into a solid wall of sinew and bone. Spacious, too - big enough for the Odogaron to drag even the largest prey inside to be devoured without interruption. As, indeed, it was doing right now - as she carefully stepped inside, she found the beast savaging the corpse of a large wyvern (perhaps a Legiana, fallen from the Coral Highlands), its huge, powerful fangs on fine display. It was canine in appearance and demeanor, and the visceral shade of its scales made it look uncomfortably like a skinned dog. Tiny eyes burned clear and blue in its skull-like face, currently focused entirely on the feast before it - indeed, it seemed she'd lucked out and made her approach during the time when the beast was least focused on keeping an eye out for possible intruders...

It was only a matter of time before it'd hear her rapid heartbeat, though - or smell her gushing arousal. There was a strong, primal,bestial aspect to it that was engaging her lust for monsters to the max. She longed to discover if it mated with the same sort of single-minded hunger it was tearing into the carcass before it. The size of it was deliciously intimidating too - she was just about eye-level with its shoulders, and its body was long and sleek, showcasing a fine balance between speed, agility, and brutal power. Indeed, even as she drew closer - carefully stepping around any loose debris on the floor - it hesitated in mid-bite and raised its head, nostrils flaring.

She'd had no opportunity to ascertain its gender, but as with the Kirin, she hardly cared. With such a magnificent beast, she'd happily spend an hour or two worshiping its pussy and asshole, should it turn out to be a female. Despite the desire surging through her body, however, she remained perfectly focused on the moment - if anything, the all-consuming lust only served to sharpen her focus as she quickly sidestepped to stay out of the Odogaron's field of view as it began to pivot its head in search of the source of the scent that had intruded on its feast. A pair of extra-strength aphrodisiac smoke-grenades leaped into her hands - based on her experience with the Girros, she'd concluded that anything that managed to survive in this rotting pit would have heightened resistance to it, and considering how fierce and deadly her target in this case was, she couldn't afford to take any chances.

She lobbed one smoke-grenade over the beast's back towards its head, and sent the other rolling under its body a split-second later. As the first detonated on impact, scattering a pink cloud in the air, the monster yelped in surprise and leaped forwards while simultaneously spinning its body around, demonstrating staggering speed and agility as well as keen combat-instincts - in the blink of an eye, it had created more distance between them and turned around to face the threat that had so surprisingly appeared behind it. Unfortunately, this repositioning happened just in time for the second smoke-bomb to go off directly underneath its head.

Coughing as the thick, pink mist filled its lungs, it staggered another step back, bone-studded tail thrashing. Then, the thrashing slowed, and the tiny, bright-blue eyes grew vague and unfocused. Tipping its head, it looked at her and whined in confusion, seemingly unable to figure out what it was supposed to do now that its instincts had stopped shouting at it to eviscerate anything that dared get close. Well, she had a few ideas about that! Breathing rapidly, she elegantly performed the ingrained maneuver - spinning around, getting down on her hands and knees, and flipping up her skirt to expose her waiting orifices. Of course, it had recently acquired another step - removing the thick plug that was blocking up her permanently-gaping ass and popping it into her mouth to give her oral fixation something to do for the duration. Focused as she was on the monstrous beast behind her, she didn't even bother to check the plug for stains first this time...

This was the moment of truth, after all. How would the monster respond to the aphrodisiac surging through its veins, and the pair of gaping holes displayed before it? If it just growled in frustration and confusion, its own holes aching to be filled, there'd be nothing for it but to pop the plug back into her hungry ass and head over to see what fun she might have with her fingers and tongue. But it seemed that she had once again lucked out - the Odogaron sniffed at the air with interest, catching the scent of her arousal far more clearly this time, and stalked forwards with its tongue hanging out of its fanged maw... and a growing bulge dangling between its hind-legs. It was a he after all, just as she had so fervently hoped!

He paused just behind her, so close that she could feel the air move as he sniffed again, nose nearly touching her crotch. Clearly, he was more concerned with scent than with appearance, and while he seemed to recognize her twin orifices as something potentially fuckable, she obviously didn't smell much like an Odogaron bitch. His tongue lashed out, thick and triangular, tracing the length of her gaping slit, tasting her arousal - and sending her to the edge of an orgasm just with that brief touch, so aroused was she.

Apparently, the flavor of her free-flowing desires was close enough to recognizable for him to finally make up his mind. With a low growl, he surged forwards, covering her body with his own in a flash - slamming down his forelegs right in front of her, giving her a fine opportunity to study those characteristic, double-layered claws of his... if she was at all interested in such details, that is. But of course, the only part of him Miki really cared about was his cock, fully-unsheathed and engorged - hot, heavy and thick. She could feel the heat radiating off of it as it rubbed against her groin, probing for a viable hole - unlike some of the more reptilian Fanged Wyverns, the Odogaron was clearly warm-blooded.

A missed thrust sent his shaft riding up the crack of her ass, rubbing over her partially-numb sphincter and giving her a pretty good impression of what she was in for. The head was smooth and tapered,while the main shaft bulged slightly at the middle, and near the base she felt an already-thick knot push against her buttocks. A simple shape, generally speaking, but the whole thing seemed to be covered in thick, pulsing veins that throbbed with a palpable lust. She moaned around the ass-flavored plug that filled her mouth, letting her head drop low. Her hands twitched with the desire to reach back and guide him in, but she restrained herself. Even if she could manage to guide him, she didn't want to - no, she wanted this magnificent beast to choose for himself which hole to violate!

A couple of seconds later, he made his choice - or rather, his instincts made it for him, based on where the cunt of an Odogaron bitch would be located. His conical cockhead felt slick and slimy as it sunk into her asshole, finding no resistance in her gaping sphincter - apparently, Odogaron males self-lubricated. The shaft that followed was thick enough to fill her ass despite its well-worn, voluminous capacity - and as it sunk deeper and deeper, she felt the knot grind up against her sphincter, straining it for the first time since the Kirin toasted those particular muscles.

Fortunately, she'd erred on the side of caution and applied loosening-salve to both of her holes beforehand - despite it turning out to be entirely unnecessary with her previous prey, the Great Girros. Her sphincter thus resisted for only a split second before stretching around the thick lump of hot, veiny meat, letting the Odogaron sink into her ass straight to the root - and pushing her over the edge into the first orgasm of the session at the same time. This climax was strengthened and lengthened as the knot immediately began to swell, growing beyond its already-impressive size, creating a unique sense of steadily-growing internal pressure. Knots were really far too rare a feature on monster-cocks, she thought dreamily as the ecstasy coursed through her...

By the time the swelling stopped, the pressure had easily risen into the pain-spectrum - through in her present state, she could hardly tell the difference. Despite her lax asshole and the loosening salve, the Odogaron had indeed managed to achieve a tie - by virtue of his knot now being too large to pass back through her somewhat-less-flexible hip-bones. Her cunt, beneath, was visibly deformed by the pressure from above - combined with the permanent gape caused by the muscle-damage inflicted by the Kirin, it was left taking on an odd, crescent-moon-like shape that in no way resembled an ordinary pussy. In essence, her sexual appetites had managed to twist her genitals literally beyond recognition.

Both parties were entirely unconcerned by this, though - slaves to their lustful instincts both. The Odogaron simply shook his hips a bit, pulling at Miki's already-bulging asshole, to confirm that he was properly attached. Then he immediately launched into a pounding the likes of which even she had never experienced before. There was no build-up, no gradual acceleration - he seemed to go straight from motionless to a red blur in a split second. His powerful hips gyrated with unearthly speed, double-tiered claws on all four legs digging into the ground to anchor him against the forces he now unleashed - indeed, it was the kind of harrowing pace that just wouldn't have been possible without his enormous knot keeping him from slipping out altogether.

The level of stimulation was dizzying, despite her partially-numbed bowels. The depths of her straightened-out rectum were being constantly battered by a barrage of thrusts so quick, they all blended together into a sensation of constant force. Simultaneously, her sphincter and the area around it were subjected to constant stresses, seeing as it served as the backstop for the constantly-reciprocating monster-cock. And despite the ample lubrication - both natural and artificial - the sheer velocity ensured that the friction built up steadily, adding a sensation of rising heat to the overall sensory image.

Despite the sprint-like pace, the Odogaron kept going - powered by the tireless stamina and well-toned muscles that had made it the Apex Predator of one of the most brutally unforgiving areas of the New World, and spurred on by the exotic chemicals that danced through his bloodstream along with plenty of his own hormones and a healthy dash of adrenaline. The friction generated by his cock as it plunged in and out of Miki's ass was only a sideshow to the amount of heat that his constantly-laboring muscles were generating - but his monstrous physiology had evolved to deal with this.

Rather than suffer from heat-exhaustion like most creatures would in this case, his body internalized and channeled the heat, raising his body-temperature and making everything run faster and smoother - breathing, heartbeat, blood-pressure, everything was kicking into overdrive. Across his flanks, large veins popped out of the gaps between scales, outright glowing as superheated blood was directed through them, radiating the waste-heat into the surrounding atmosphere like a biological heat-sink. Steam hissed from his gaping maw as he panted rapid-fire, continuously drawing in huge lungfuls of the Rotten Vale's cloying, unhealthy air.

The Odogaron was a fine-tuned, biological killing-machine. In a world of fire-breathing dragons, wyverns wreathed in clouds of piercing ice-shards and beasts who could call lightning down from the heavens, he had risen to become king of his domain through nothing but sheer ferocity and raw strength - he was Nature at its most primal, red in tooth and claw. And now, the same surging power that he usually put into settling territorial disputes and tearing apart his chosen prey to feast on its carcass was being redirected towards fucking Miki's well-worn asshole to bits.

Trapped under that huffing, heat-radiating beast, Miki slipped in and out of consciousness and coherence, literally driven out of her mind with pleasure. It was raw ecstasy, pushed to new levels by the sheer depth of the constantly-flowing sexual stimulation. And for once, there was little pain mixed in - her hips were getting accustomed to the girth of the Odogaron's swollen knot, and the rest of her ass had been so thoroughly hardened by past experiences (and so desensitized by past nerve-damage) that even this brutal treatment failed to cause any real pain. Considering how often her monster-fucking experiences wound up amounting to a cocktail of equal parts pain and pleasure - if not heavier on the pain-side, as had been the case with the recent Girros - this seemed almost overwhelming, like a dessert that was just too sweet, too rich, too decadent to eat more than a couple of spoonfuls of. The Odogaron, however, seemed intent on force-feeding her the whole bowl...

Finally, as quickly as it had started, it ended - with a few last, jerky thrusts pushing as deep as he could go, right to the root, while he emptied his balls. Thick, slimy cum heated to a near-painful degree by the exertion that went before boiled into Miki's bowels, prolonging the orgasmic ecstasy that had subsumed her for several more minutes despite the cessation of direct stimulation. By the time she was able to string a coherent thought together once more, the Odogaron had already finished shooting his load and was now merely resting atop her, chest pumping like a pair of bellows while he panted great clouds of steam. The glowing veins covering his flanks and back were gradually fading as his body descended from its excited state and shed the excess heat.

Even so, pleasure was still flowing through her - just as more of a lazy stream rather than a roaring river. His shaft was still thick, hard and hot inside her, and the knot still filled her to a painful degree - it was only slowly starting to deflate now. And the cum that had poured so plentifully into her was still noticeably above her body-temperature, allowing her to feel the contours of her entire lower intestine and half the upper intestine to boot - so far had it been pushed by the combination of quantity and the sheer force of the ejaculation. She moaned quietly through the stained plug that filled her mouth and writhed underneath her monstrous lover, impaled and locked into place by his mighty cock, relishing the sweet agony of such steady stimulation - it kept her desires on a fevered pitch, but could not and would not grant her the release of the orgasm. Of course, she could just have reached back to rub her pussy and clit with her practiced fingers, but as soon as that option occurred to her she rejected it out of hand. Surrendering to the whims of the beast was ultimately far more rewarding than any self-inflicted climax could hope to be...

She spent roughly twenty minutes like that - that's how long it took for the Odogaron's knot to deflate sufficiently that pulling out was even a possibility. Apparently sensing this threshold on instinct, the crimson monster dug his claws into the ground and began to pull backwards, despite his knot still being noticeably bigger than when he'd pushed it in. At first, Miki simply skidded backwards across the bone-strewn ground, pulled along by the sphincter - but then she found a handhold on a sturdy thigh-bone poking out of the morass and grabbed on firmly, pulling forwards against the strain even as the pain mounted in her overstressed asshole. If the Odogaron wanted to pull out now, rather than wait for further deflation, she would help him with that regardless of the personal price it might extract.

Finally, with a sharp, stabbing jolt of rectal pain, the half-deflated knot popped out and the Odogaron jumped backwards, uncovering Miki's back as he pulled out completely. Her asshole gaped even wider than usual as he left it behind, taking on the characteristic, triangular shape of an orifice no longer shaped by any kind of internal integrity, but purely by the surrounding muscle-groups - in this case mostly meaning her thick buttocks. While the muscles deeper inside automatically started clamping down on the now-empty space, squeezing out thick dollops of steaming-hot Odogaron-cum, the sphincter seemed to have given up entirely and made no attempt to resume its original shape.

With a groan, she popped the thick, carved-bone butt-plug out of her mouth - sparkly-clean now, even if it hadn't been when it went in - and reached back to put it back in its place, unwilling to let more of that hot, slimy goodness escape her body. It slipped in with no resistance whatsoever, its impressive girth utterly dwarfed by the knot that had just vacated the spot, and her lax sphincter entirely failed to clamp down around the plug's narrow neck. Shuddering slightly, she pushed the plug deeper, until the base itself disappeared into her ass with a sucking, slimy sound and its rough edges caught on the rim of the gaping hole, creating a semi-decent seal deeper inside and keeping it from dropping out _too_easily.

Satisfied that she'd be able to continue enjoying that feeling of being filled to the brim with toasty, gurgling jizz, she awkwardly pivoted around, her legs slightly numb from the repeated vibrations that had spread down through them as her ass got pounded. Behind her, the Odogaron was milling about a bit, his cock still dangling thick and hard between his slender-yet-powerful hind-legs, the knot fully deflated by now. Like many monsters she'd hunted down in the past, he was clearly confused by the paradoxical situation - he had had sex, planted his seed, fulfilled his evolutionary drives... and yet, somehow, he was still horny! If anything, he seemed more conflicted than most - the majority of monsters very quickly arrived at the conclusion of "Well, then, better have sex again!" - but the Odogaron didn't seem to have made that connection yet. Perhaps nature had charged a price for his finely-honed physical features in terms of intellect... even by bestial standards.

Well, if he didn't know what to do, she´d be happy to advise him! The violent pounding and the all-consuming pleasure that resulted had fully engaged her submissive tendencies - she wanted to worship_that sleek, muscular body, that thick, steaming-hot cock... she wanted to be his eager and pliable bitch, fulfilling every need he never knew he had. There were many, many depraved things she wanted to do to him, _for him, and have him do to her... but a dank, slightly nauseating flavor that lingered on her tongue was pulling her in a particular direction.

The Odogaron didn't react as she slipped down between his hind-legs, kneeling beneath his hips, spine curved backwards so that his heated cock was dripping fresh cum on her bountiful chest. At the moment, he seemed preoccupied with staring at the fresh carcass he'd been feeding on until recently, perhaps confused by his conflicting, drug-twisted instincts. However, he did react with a surprised murmur when Miki buried her face underneath his thick, powerful tail and plunged her tongue deep into the unwashed hole she found there.

It wasn't really something she did all that often... and even when she did, she often gave the relevant orifice a quick once-over with a moist handcloth first. These were, after all, wild beasts - entirely unconcerned by basic hygiene, with many rough and dirty years behind them. The Odogaron, who spent most of his time living in a reeking pit and rarely found himself exposed to rain, feasting on carrion as often as fresh meat, was certainly no exception. But in her current mindset, her usual limits seemed... flexible. And besides, she wanted to show him the full range of her willingness to submit to his sexual whims...

And so, she carefully cleaned his asshole, outside and inside as deep as she could reach, with her tongue. With the aftershocks of multiple powerful orgasms still resonating through her body and brain, the intense feeling of humiliation and submission this provoked turned directly into pleasure, making her neglected pussy itch with unreleased desire. The Odogaron, though clearly a bit confused, did not seem to mind and in fact stopped fidgeting as he took in the strange and unfamiliar sensation. Taking this as an endorsement, she redoubled her efforts even as she finished cleaning the reeking orifice, her nostrils practically lodged in the stained scales directly above it. Wrapping her lips tightly around the puckered sphincter she lavished a sloppy make-out on it, rotating and twisting her tongue while plunging it deep inside.

Finally, panting, she pulled her head away - a thick string of drool connecting her lips to the now-clean anus for a second or so. Her head was swimming, both from the dark, forbidden taste that lingered on her tongue and the heady, musky scent she'd been breathing throughout the process - the Odogaron apparently having a scent-gland of some description underneath his tail, like many other monsters and critters. The squirming realization of what she'd just done bounced around her foggy mind like a pinball, alternatingly causing brief bouts of retching despite her sturdy constitution, and making her gush abundantly between her legs.

Eager to move on and thus avoid thinking about it too much, she pushed herself forwards and down - to where the Odogaron's cock still hung thick and heavy, dripping with a slimy mix of his thick, hot cum and her own anal secretions. It was the obvious next step, and somewhat-more familiar ground. Starting from the root - and the bulge of the still-uninflated knot - she worked her way forwards, licking it clean. The characteristic taste of her own ass was certainly there, but as she advanced towards the head, it was soon overpowered by the potent flavor of the Odogaron's thick cum. It seemed to lack the bitterness that was often present in jizz and instead had a salty-spicy tang to it, with a strong, savory undercurrent.

She was shuffling forwards on her knees as she advanced, still bent backwards so that she was essentially chest-to-chest with the Odogaron. It was thus with her face upside-down that she reached the tip and began to gently suck on it, tongue roaming freely. The cum was layered on thickly, there, providing her with a dizzyingly intense flavor, and she gradually pushed more and more of the tapered cockhead into her mouth, sucking eagerly all the while. Unfortunately, the sensation of hot, moist tightness around the sensitive tip of his cock proved to be just the thing for snapping the Odogaron out of the state of perplexed, directionless arousal that had been dogging him since his first orgasm...

With habitual speed and impetus, he leaped into action - forcefully thrusting his hips forwards. Miki could only gurgle in surprise as the cockhead she'd been so hungrily sucking on pushed its way past her palate and down her throat, closely followed by the full girth of the shaft. Her jaws strained under the sudden pressure, dangerously close to being outright unhinged, and her teeth scraped across the veiny surface as the thick rod pushed deeper and deeper - the Odogaron, however, was entirely too hardened by past struggles and fights to be overly concerned about the resulting pain.

He didn't stop until his knot was nuzzling up against her tautly-stretched lips. Her entire esophagus was packed with cock, to the point where his cockhead rested barely shy of her stomach. Her neck bulged in a highly visible fashion, the skin barely holding together under the sudden, internal pressure. And, oh yes, her airways were completely blocked. It wasn't as if she was at all unfamiliar with giving oral pleasure to monsters, even deepthroating them - the abundant experience she had in the field was the only reason the violent intrusion hadn't torn her throat wide open. She'd stretched and trained her mouth same as every other orifice she had. But for obvious reasons, she'd always limited such activities to smaller, more calm-tempered creatures - herbivores and such - that could generally be counted on to not go overboard. The Odogaron, of course, was neither small, nor herbivorous, nor indeed calm-tempered by any length of imagination.

As the horny beast began to pump his hips in earnest, roughly throat-fucking her and clearly enjoying the incredible tightness now wrapped around his veiny shaft, she lifted her arms to push futilely back against his hips. He was far too big, far too strong - and her position gave her poor leverage to boot. There was nothing she could do to stop him, and already her vision was growing dark around the edges as she watched the Odogaron's leathery, dusty-red ballsack dance before her, swaying with the thrusts. Well, she thought philosophically - this was the way it was always going to end, wasn't it? One way or another. And at least she had one tremendous final bang...

Something whirled through the air with a hiss and slashed the Odogaron across one brow. It was a teeny injury, barely a scratch - but the clear, familiar pain of the cut briefly snapped him out of his drug-fueled lust-haze, and he reacted using a different set of instincts: Bounding back, spinning around, clearing space, seeking the source of the attack. He barely managed to spot a small shadow near the entrance to his den before the minute pain faded, and the aphrodisiac reasserted itself, smothering the defensive and territorial instincts that would have sent him dashing after the interloper with blood in his eye. The only part of all this that was relevant to Miki, however, was that the initial leap had pulled his thick cock (rather suddenly and violently) from her throat, clearing her airways once more.

She was coughing and retching on the floor, now, trying desperately to fill her burning lungs with air (and finding the rot-scented miasma that pervaded the Rotten Vale even less palatable than usual) while her throat burned and spasmed from the violent treatment it had received. It had never been stretched that far before, let alone with such force! Still, she was nothing if not durable and had more-or-less eradicated her gag-reflex altogether through training and practice - otherwise, her breakfast would have joined the general mess of the den's floor. After a few minutes, she had herself mostly under control again, and her mind was clear enough to quickly recognize who had saved her; that life-saving cut had come from a boomerang - the favored long-range weapon of the Felyne Palico Hunters.

Still, if Felix had hoped this near-death experience and his timely rescue would prompt her to abort her current hunt and rush back to camp, he'd be disappointed. The aphrodisiac obviously still had the Odogaron in its chemical clutches - as well it should, considering that it was an extra-strength mixture she'd produced with a mind towards the heightened resistances of those who dwelt in this poisonous pit of a valley - and had gone back to his vague, confused-about-being-horny state. And despite being intellectually aware of how dangerous the situation had been - how close she had come to meeting a rather perverted demise - the part of her that drove her decision-making more often than not was hornier than ever. Having her throat violated so unexpectedly had tickled that rarely-touched, paradoxical desire of hers to be taken by force and having her will overridden by a lusty foe - and the oxygen-deprivation had helped too, leaving her light-headed and pleasantly woozy.

More importantly, her cunt was oozing lubricant, throbbing and aching, protesting its neglect and begging to be filled. The Odogaron had given her the ride of her extremely eventful life when he took her ass. What would that hot, veiny cock feel like, pounding into her recently-remodeled pussy? With the knot included, it was certainly long enough to take full advantage of those modifications... yes, she had to try it. She had to. The need, the addiction that had driven her since she first touched her underdeveloped genitals at age six would not allow any other choice.

And fortunately, the little 'accident' she'd just escaped from had shown her just how to pull it off. The Odogaron's dim mind was confused by his enduring lust, the lust that should have been extinguished when he emptied his churning balls into the dark depths of her ass - but with just a bit of stimulation, that very desire would swiftly override any and all confusion, defaulting him back to instinct-driven rutting. So all she had to do was crawl under him as he stood there, confused and shifting his weight from one abundantly-clawed paw to another, and push her groin back against his enduring hard-on. As soon as the wet, eagerly-open folds of her pussy embraced his sensitive cockhead, all doubt fled from his mind, and he knew what he had to do: Breed, knot and impregnate the bitch beneath him.

His lean, muscular body flew into action once more. Surging forwards, he impaled her pussy as he had her ass - his knot finding even less resistance from her labia than what her well-worn sphincter had put up. The thick intrusion stretched and twisted her groin in new ways, pushing against the plug still lodged in her ass and causing it to slide backwards - the base slipped out, scratching against tender tissue as it did. Fortunately, the added pressure from beneath was enough to narrow the loose orifice - stopping the fat part of the plug from slipping out as well. Small amounts of cum oozed around it and dripped from the slack edges of her sphincter to stain the base of the Odogaron's cock - not that he noticed, in his eagerness to fill her with a fresh load.

Meanwhile, the other end of that long shaft pushed past the circle of freshly-healed scar-tissue that had once been her cervix. Indeed, until quite recently, its impressive girth would have prevented any further penetration - the conical head would have lodged itself there, enabling him to spray his hot cum directly into her womb, but in the process preventing him from penetrating deeply enough to seat his knot inside her. Now, though, there was nothing stopping his cockhead from pushing against the naked tissue of her acid-scorched womb, even as her labia closed loosely around his deflated knot - sending the first shockwave of intense sensation through her even as that knot started to swell.

Now, unlike with her ass, her hip-bones were built to allow something the size on an infant's head to pass smoothly through the birth-canal. So it was just as well that the Odogaron's knot, fully-inflated, was larger than that. It was a closer thing, though - rather than getting the huge, spherical knot solidly seated, it remained somewhat mobile, and was only barely prevented from slipping out as the canine monster experimentally pulled back to test his tie. The knot slipped halfway out, stretching her normally-loose labia tautly around its vastly-increased girth, and giving him an unusual amount of space to work with in the process. But stick it did - and that was good enough for him.

Like before, he wasted no time at that point. The moment he was confident that a tie had been achieved, he dug his claws into the ground and turned his hips into a red blur. There were three or four thrusts per second, each of them stretching Miki's labia on the outstroke and pounding into the soft, sensitive tissue of her brutalized womb on the instroke. The first orgasm hit her like a punch to the gut, but she barely noticed - the sensation radiating out from her womb in rapid-fire bursts was too overpowering, too all-encompassing. It was like someone had carefully teased her clit out of its hood, surgically removed the skin from it, injected it with some kind of sensitivity-enhancing potion (she'd been experimenting with such things, though never with any significant success), given it a quick once-over with some rough-grain sand-paper, and only then started to forcefully lick and suck on it. It was sensation too intense to be easily categorized as pleasure or pain, surpassing and swallowing up both.

She didn't cry, scream or swear. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, lungs trembling - along with the entire rest of her body. Her arms collapsed under her, slamming her chest and face into the disgusting, blood-infused ground. Her legs remained where they were only by virtue of her groin being kept in place by the hard cock and thick knot of the Odogaron. Her bladder spasmed and emptied itself in a thick, steady stream, adding her steaming piss to the general nastiness of the surface beneath her. Her eyes were empty and white, unblinking, rolled back in her head. She wasn't even cumming - the all-devouring sensation didn't leave enough space for such a climax to be achieved. The pleasure she could draw from her partially-desensitized pussy, the pain in her constantly-assaulted labia, both faded rapidly away into nothingness. There were no thoughts, no feelings, no sense of self. She was simply a lump of dumb flesh, a battered host for the Odogaron's rapid-fire lust, tied to him with biological bonds more unbreakable than any steel manacles.

Time had little meaning in the sunless depths of the Rotten Vale, and her internal clock had been well and truly scrambled. She could not begin to guess how long she spent in that state - it seemed an eternity and but a split second all at once. All she could say was that, based on her general experience with males of every species, it was probably longer than the first ride. Regardless, it eventually ended as the previous one had - with distended veins glowing red across most of his upper torso, leeching away the heat that had built up in his overworked muscles, while his heated-up cum boiled into her... coating the entire surface of what had once been her womb, and now was a mass of hypersensitive, exposed nerves.

She had been clinging to consciousness by the fingertips, riding out the storm of sensation like a sailor clinging to the mast as wind and waves tore at his ragged clothes. But this final impact pushed her over the edge, and not by a little. The Odogaron's cum, heated by hyperactive muscles, was unpleasantly warm to begin with - coating the exposed nerves of her battered womb, slimily sticking to every square inch of hypersensitive tissue, it felt like a ball of molten magma had been poured into her body. Even so, she could not call it pain - it was more like the sensation of holding frozen hands out to a roaring fire. That was the last thought on her storm-tossed mind as she sank into the darkness of the unconscious.

It barely made any visible difference, except that the shudders that ran so frequently through her body calmed a bit. The Odogaron certainly cared little. He was thoroughly exhausted after two such vigorous rides, so close to each other - panting great clouds of steam as his body cooled from the exertion. Once he had his breath back, however, hunger gnawed at him. He'd been halfway though his dinner when this surge of unnatural lust interrupted him, and with his mating-instinct quiet for now, the heavenly scent of the half-decayed carcass resting nearby reasserted itself.

Resolutely, he stepped off of Miki, swinging one hind-leg over her back with instinctive ease to leave them ass-to-ass, his long, bone-studded tail swishing calmly in the air above her. Then he walked back to his feast, dragging her along behind him by the pussy, barely noticing the slight strain her diminutive weight put on his own cock - her face and tits leaving grooves in the gory ground. Even so, she failed to awaken - indeed, she remained insensible for a full twenty-five minutes, at which point the Odogaron's knot had deflated all the way back to its basic size, allowing his cock to slip from her well-fucked pussy with casual ease. With a belly full of meat, he'd been content to wait it out, lacking any urgency to withdraw as quickly as possible.

Still groggy, she wiped off her dirt-stained face with one hand while shakily reaching the other one back between her legs, where she could feel the warm flow of his cum pouring from her now-uncorked pussy. With her womb torn open and surgically altered the way it was, there was nothing in there to contain the slimy liquid, leaving it free to be ejected by instinctive vaginal contractions, despite her face-down-ass-up pose. She caught a handful of it, and quickly brought it to her mouth to drink, slurping it noisily and licking her messy fingers afterwards - before reaching back for another handful. This movement repeated several times, running mostly on instinctive desire, while her brain tiredly pulled itself back together.

Even when her mind started to hum along again, however, she found that she was thinking... differently from before. Previously, she'd planned for the Odogaron to be the grand finale of her trip to the Rotten Vale, before she moved on to a new hunt in a new region. Perhaps this 'Elder's Recess' she'd begun hearing rumors about. But now... she didn't see the appeal anymore. There was no way anything there could top what she'd just experienced. That sensation that had so enveloped her, so thoroughly obliterated her sense of self... even if another monster could equal it, there was no way to surpass it. The Odogaron was everything she'd ever dreamed of in a monstrous lover - rabid passion, incredible stamina, a size that filled her to the bursting-point but not beyond... not some Elder Dragon, more elemental force than beast, untameable and uncontrollable... the Odogaron was flesh and bone, filled with all the passions and desires that brought with it.

She did not want to leave his den... or his side. Not ever. She just wanted more of what he had given her over the past couple of hours, as often as he could manage it. Her hunt, it seemed, had reached its end. Even as her mind chugged along through the fog of fatigue, it concerned itself only with how to make that happen. And make it happen she would! She had always accomplished everything she'd set out to do. Her priorities were skewered and her mind was twisted, but she was far from a fool - already, ideas were forming in her mind. She'd have to leave after all, she realized - if only briefly, to gather ingredients and conduct experiments. But she would return, and soon...

A week later, sure enough, she returned to that reeking den. Three months after that, she was still there. She had become the Odogaron's mate, his bitch, and she was proud of it - wanting nothing more from life. The modified form of her aphrodisiac she'd injected him with had permanently altered his diminutive brain. By scent and instinct, he identified her as his mate, now - a fellow Odogaron - entirely overriding whatever pesky details his eyes might proffer to contradict that narrative. He was also permanently horny, and fortunately wasn't quite smart enough to wonder why his mate never seemed to get pregnant despite his repeated efforts.

He also proved to be remarkably pliable, once suitably... altered. In Miki's mind, he was merely tolerant of his mate's little foibles - though in truth, she had effectively trained him to go along with her kinks, creating a daily routine that strode the line between 'perverted' and 'inhuman'. Every morning, where his instincts would have told him to leave the den in order to empty a bladder swollen with the night's accumulation, he instead offered his cock - which rarely softened beyond being semi-erect - to Miki, who eagerly sealed her lips around its tip and drank down his strongly-flavored piss. After the first few weeks, her stomach had stopped complaining about it at all - it, as she, had grown used to it. She'd come to find the acrid taste addictive - her version of a cup of strong coffee to start the day.

And of course, as soon as he was done emptying his bladder, she'd flip over and stick her ass in the air so that he could empty his balls into that. She usually had her own morning piss when the dizzying pleasure of the fierce ride made her lose control - the whole den was basically made from the gore and bones of ancient Elder Dragons, so what did it matter if she used it as a toilet too? She didn't wear her butt-plug anymore, either - not that the old one would've fit anymore regardless, what with the way the frequent anal poundings and knot-stretchings had distended her already-lax sphincter. If she left a trail of slime and shit-stained Odogaron-cum wherever she went, so what? The Odogaron was fiercely territorial, so it wasn't as if there were any other large predators around to follow the scent-trail she thus laid out.

When the morning routine was completed, the Odogaron would go out hunting, and she would go out gathering. Clean(ish) water could be retrieved from a small, isolated spring, where a tiny waterfall trickled down a clean rock-wall from somewhere far above. Certain fruit-bearing plants somehow managed to grow in the hostile environment, and their fruits were both edible and delicious - she collected this bounty to supplement her diet. Various herbs, mushrooms and small insects were also on her list - not for eating, mind, but for producing more of the draught that kept the Effluence from devouring her every time she stepped out into it. (Fortunately, the Effluence was fairly light in the area around the Odogaron's den.) She never wore clothes, let alone her old armor or weapon, for these excursions - the constant putrefaction taking place in the very fabric of the Rotten Vale kept it warm enough that this was actually the most comfortable option. And the Odogaron's scent kept all larger monsters at bay - all of them qualified as either rivals or prey to him, after all, so they steered well clear. What few, smaller creatures dared enter his territory due to being too small and insignificant to draw his attention, usually had little interest in her, either, and were easy enough to avoid in any case.

Sometimes, she got lucky and crossed paths with the Odogaron during these trips. Then, of course, she'd let him mount her, wherever they were - next to a fresh kill, on a mountain of rotting carcasses, within a fog of Effluence thick enough to make her skin tingle and itch despite the draught, before the eyes of a pack of Girros who would hiss and give them a wide berth... whatever little restraint she'd ever possessed had entirely abandoned her, and there was nothing that could reduce her lust for the virile Odogaron. But alas, such encounters were the exception, not the rule - and regardless, her errands were usually done quicker than the Odogaron's hunting, leaving her alone in the den for a time.

Now and again, Felix took advantage of this window to sneak in. He'd bring her small items or resources that she could not find or craft herself within the constraints of the Rotten Vale, and beg her to abandon her new life and return to civilization with him. She could not answer his pleas, but she readily let him sate his pent-up desires with her body in return for the things he brought - it amused her to think that she was thus 'cheating' on her mate, and she liked to imagine that he fucked her harder and more brutally after such visits, perhaps smelling the Felyne on her. Besides, the one thing she was missing in her newly-stable love-life was a good, hard peehole-fucking now and then - something that Felix delivered with aplomb.

He never commented on her appearance, she noticed - or showed any reluctance to avail himself to what she offered. She hadn't brought any mirrors with her, but she knew she had to look a right horror. The nearby spring offered just enough water to sate the thirst of her_and_ the Odogaron, and little else - so unless she wanted to jump into one of the deep acid-pools that could be found in a system of low-roofed caves not far from the den, she had no way to bathe or wash herself. Her skin rapidly became coated in sweat, piss and various other bodily fluids, along with the ever-present dirt and gore that made up the substance of the vale itself. Her hair became a tangled, matted mess, even as it steadily grew longer. Her ass, in particular, became encrusted by layers of dried cum and... other things - there was nothing in the area that could be safely used as toilet-paper, alas. But since it didn't deter her beloved Odogaron from eagerly pounding it, she didn't care. Nor did it deter _her_from carefully licking his cock (knot included) clean after every vigorous ass-fucking.

Those visits grew steadily rarer, though, and eventually stopped altogether. This did not surprise her - mostly, it surprised her that it had taken so long. Well, none of the things he'd brought had been_necessities_, merely conveniences, and she could live without those. She simply got into the habit of using her idle hours, waiting for her mate to return with the catch of the day, to masturbate - usually with a finger buried deep in her urethra, and another eagerly rubbing her clit. The orgasms she could eke out like that paled in comparison to those that rolled through her every time the Odogaron graced her ass with his mighty shaft, never mind the thought-annihilating sensation of the vaginal encounters, but it passed the time.

Once the Odogaron returned, the hours were occupied by sex, sex and more sex. He soon grew out of his post-coital confusion, getting used to the constant horniness and her equally-constant eagerness to satisfy it. His height, the angle of entry, and his instincts all ensured that he inevitably hit her ass when he mounted her - without specific guidance to elsewhere, at least. Her sphincter, now a vast, permanently-gaping crater, welcomed him without resistance every time. Every ride was equally intense, every load thick and hot, and the pleasure never waned. Every time, she fell in love with him all over again, and she happily accepted it as her duty to clean him after each session, regardless of what might be clinging to his veiny cock. Where he was concerned, she had no limits, no reluctance in her.

Only once per day did she allow herself to guide him towards her aching pussy. Only once. She dared not go beyond that, lest the mind-numbing sensation drive her entirely insane and leave her a drooling wreck, useless at satisfying her dear mate's desires. The intensity of this experience did wane, but only very slowly - perhaps the exposed nerves in her womb were getting desensitized due to the frequent battering and hot cum-baths, or perhaps she was merely getting used to it. Either way, all it meant was that she could usually manage to remain conscious through the entire experience, including the final, agonized ecstasy of the cum-shot.

After those sessions, she never stopped at just cleaning him off with her tongue - she worshiped his cock, and everything connected to it. When it had been carefully cleaned and caressed from tip to base by her soft lips and tongue, she'd continue to run her tongue into the musty folds of his sheath, kiss and suck on his heavy, dangling ballsack, and finally lodge her face underneath his tail to lovingly clean the hole found there as well, finishing with a lengthy, sloppy and noisy make-out. Every day, without fail. It was the only way in which she allowed herself to kiss him - she knew well that her mouth was far too dirty and tainted by now to grace his lips.

Depending on how long his hunt took, the Odogaron would fuck her anywhere from six to ten times in a day - and on top of that, she'd usually suck him off once or twice, swallowing his hot, savory, delicious sperm for a snack. A bit of careful training had ensured that there wouldn't be a repetition of his early attempt to choke her to death with his thick shaft. When both of them finally tired, they would go to sleep together, her enfolded in his scaly embrace... sometimes with his cock still tied with her ass. It was a sweet, almost paradisiacal life, as far as she was concerned.

But all good things must come to an end. Eventually, after months of this, the Odogaron failed to return from a hunt. Once she grew worried, she followed his tracks, dredging up near-forgotten skills from the depths of her memories to accomplish this - and eventually, found him. Or at least, what was left of him. He hadn't lost a fight to some rival predator - for that, he was far too fierce. His body had been riddled with heavy bolts, his skull near-crushed by a massive hammer, and a sharp blade of some description had severed his bone-barbed tail. Hunters - a skilled, well-coordinated team of them, at that. They'd carved all they could use from his body, parting scales from bloodied hide, pulling out most of his great fangs, even tearing out some of the larger bones and stronger bundles of sinew.

She cried over the corpse for hours, before mastering herself and rising. She'd have to move fast. Soon, the other creatures that dwelt in these fetid pits would realize that the Odogaron was gone, and rush to claim his now-abandoned territory. It wouldn't do to be caught there, alone, naked and unarmed. She'd have to try to remember where she'd buried her gear... and then make her way back to the old base-camp. She had no illusion that anyone, least of all poor Felix, whose heart she had so thoroughly broken, would be waiting for her there - but perhaps he'd left some resources or supplies there for her, just in case.

She'd need a bit of this and that, not to mention time, to mix up a fresh batch of the permanently mind-altering aphrodisiac she'd used before. And then she'd have to scout around the dangerous depths of the Rotten Vale, with a weapon that no longer felt familiar in her hand, in search of another male Odogaron. But she'd pull it off, she knew. She always did what she set out to do. And now that she knew what the perfect life was like, she would not give it up - as long as there was a single veiny-cocked Odogaron male left in the New World!

Many a Hunter, young and old, traveled to the New World in search of glory, wealth, new challenges, and many other things. A few of them became exalted, celebrated, and named as heroes - solving grand mysteries, hunting the biggest and most terrifying of monsters, and perhaps saving the entire continent! Many more, though, simply labored on the task they were given, hunting and gathering to steadily advance the Research Commission's work. Some, however, met their end in the New World - falling prey to the very monsters they sought to hunt, or the oft-hostile environs they lived in.

Sometimes, word of their fall would be carried home to Astera by surviving hunting-partners or a grieving Palico. Sometimes, they themselves were carried home to be given a worthy burial. These were noted as 'Fallen' in the great ledgers of the Hunter's Guild. But there were also some who simply... disappeared - particularly those who hunted solo. They would simply fail to return after a planned hunt, their Palico partner equally absent, and that would be the end of things. Occasionally, other Hunters would manage to uncover enough tracks or... leftovers to definitively identify them as dead after the fact, but not often. 'Missing', it would say next to their names in the ledger - with the 'Presumed Dead' beside it unwritten and yet clearly visible to all.

Seitah 'Miki' Mikaruga was listed as such for a while - but her skill was widely respected, and she was known to act independently and hunt solo for long periods of time, so in her case, many held out hope that she might yet return unscathed. This hope was dashed when finally, more than a month after the last confirmed contact, her Palico partner wandered into Astera, clearly dejected, and informed the Commander that she had fallen prey to an Odogaron. No-one asked why it had taken him so long to report back. They could all imagine all too well. And so, Miki was listed as yet another casualty of the New World, while Felix left the continent on the next ship back to the Old World - sharing it with many others who had avoided death, but only just... crippled in body or spirit, no longer able to hunt.

And yet, around the cooking-fires and canteen-tables, Hunters often told tales of a fourth group of Hunters... beyond the heroes, the working stiffs, and the fallen; those who wandered alone, forsaking the safety and comfort of Astera in order to pursue whatever secrets drove them with single-minded determination. A few, like the Wyverian Hunter who had come over with the First Fleet and recently assisted the Sapphire Star in his grand accomplishments, had eventually rejoined the Hunters' society, but still rumors swirled that there were more out there. Traces of hunters found where none should be, remnants of recently-abandoned campsites, the occasional glimpse of a humanoid figure in the distance, dressed in ragged armor or cloaked in monster-hides...

Many suggested that at least some of the names listed as 'Missing' in the great ledgers had simply chosen this path, rather than falling prey to a predatory monster in a place with no witnesses. None suspected that at least one of the names listed as 'Fallen' was in fact numbered amongst those illusive travelers. Nonetheless, such tales and rumors were and are part of the fabric of the New World... just like this one.

The End