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A new world awaited hunters brave enough to take the expedition to find out why the elder dragons were migrating en masse. There were many people and palicos that joined the hunt, from cooks and researchers to hunters of varying prowess all for the purpose of discovery. Most were extremely preoccupied with getting to the new world, the excitement of adventure keeping their minds focused on the task ahead. It was because of that deep focus that none of the many people on the expedition noticed an extra felyne stowed away on the ship. Perhaps, it was better to say that they simply did not care that they had anyone extra on board and maybe that was exactly what that single stowaway was counting on. The truth was that the dark-furred malynx had snuck aboard inside of a barrel that they had thought there would be food inside. Hunger drives people and felyne's alike to do crazy things and diving into an actual fish barrel was one of those things. Of course, it did get the malynx a quick meal so they could not complain but when the ship started moving and they popped their head out they were in for a big surprise.

Bright blue eyes looked over an expansive camp of hunters and more working at a constant pace to salvage ship parts from those that crashed while others yelled about rescue missions or something. Now, even though he was sure that no one would care about a solo malynx like himself, there was something terrifying about being discovered stealing from and by people who could lift giant hunks of metal above their head and kill monsters. That was enough to have Fil slowly dip back into the fish barrel and deal with the lukewarm water. There were some things to think about in the darkness of that barrel. All of the people out in that camp seemed to be very busy with things and no doubt they would be out and about looking for lost crew members or out looking to hunt and research the various monsters in this new locale. Realization stuck the malynx and his ears slowly began to perk up. All of that meant that he could probably snag a proper meal and find a good hiding spot nearby to take advantage of the chaos! A free meal and possibly a free home! It might've been a mistake slipping into that barrel but at the very least his stomach was going to be full. Fil just needed to bide his time and lie in wait for the purrfect chance to pounce. Hiding in this barrel wouldn't be so bad. In fact, it was extremely cozy if not a bit cramped thanks to the darkness keeping the bothersome sun out of the barrel. Maybe just a quick nap before his master plan would help give him the energy to be able to go through whatever he needed to do.

Fil awoke with a start as the water around his body began to slosh back and forth. His own body began to move in a similar manner to the water except his head kept on hitting the wood as he flowed back to his original position. All of the rocking back and forth was enough to have him from drowsy to wide awake in a few moments along with irritation. At one point, the world became right again as the barrel was set down only to be brought back up as whoever carried his temporary prison was grunting and groaning about stairs. Each step was another fresh slice of some nightmare as the water sloshed up to his face causing him to huff and sputter while the barrel was handled as if there were nothing valuable inside. When it all finally stopped the malynx was left huffing, paw on stomach and ears flicking to try and listen for any sign of the person that had picked up the barrel. There were steps going away from the barrel and maybe that meant the person was going to grab a tool to open a barrel. This meant that Fil needed to make a hasty getaway. Popping up, Fil pushed the lid just enough to peek out and see that no one was around. Whoever had left had probably gone back down those steps he had been carried up. Peeking out just a bit more he could see that he had been placed somewhere at the top of a cliff where he could get a gander at the entire camp. The sun was slowly coming down over the clouds creating a wide stretch of orange that kissed most of the sky. It would be so beautiful if it weren't for the fact that Fil was more concerned about getting fed and being safe.

Out of the barrel he slipped and with all of his felyne grace he fell on his face. Fil grunted as he got up while dusting and shaking himself off. If he wanted to get out he would need to properly survey the area he was in and so he turned around to see that he was in perhaps what he could count as paradise. A large segment of stone had been carved out to make a table that hugged around a massive makeshift slab of metal that appeared to serve as some sort of skillet. Underneath that was a roaring fire kept to a proper simmer and behind the skillet was a massive stone oven where a huge segment of meat was roasting over an open flame. If only it were just that meat sitting there being so tantalizing! There were ingredients and meals strewn about everywhere!

Boxes and barrels of various fresh ingredients had been stacked up nearby his own barrel and on the few tables that had been set up out of stone, there were a few meals that had been left unfinished by hunters or researchers that had been perhaps in too much of a rush. More than that, there didn't seem to be a single soul around! There were so many small pickings but that hunk of meat in the oven just kept on calling with an aroma that had his heart soaring. He mewled happily and followed his nostrils, trailing around the stone table and skillet until he was behind it all and in front of the oven. A poker had been left nearby and he took up the metal tool to gently test the meat and found that the outside gave in nicely but the inside seemed a bit too tough. He could absolutely eat it right now but the seasoning on the meat told him to wait until it was complete. Sure, he might've been a wild malynx, but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate a piece of art when his nose caught wind of it. Even still, it smelled like something was missing. The salt and spice he caught from the scent seemed nice enough and perhaps he was just a foolish malynx but maybe he could help make this piece of meat into something truly amazing. He looked around here and there until he found an open bag full of a fine red dust. Gingerly, he took a bit and placed it onto his tongue, frowning as he found it too sweet for what he needed.

Before long, the malynx had gotten ahead of himself, white-tipped tail swishing from side to side happily as he enjoyed the warmth of the oven and enjoyed working on the incomplete meat resting in the oven. Breaking him out of his cooking stupor was a sudden snarling that had him hopping up, the poker in his paws dropping, "Who is messing with my kitchen!"

Fil turned to see a massive figure standing behind the table with arms crossed. What at first he thought might be a short hunter, was a large felyne with beige fur. One bright emerald eye glared daggers into his soul while the other was closed with a scar crossing the lid. The felyne themselves had enough muscle to make many hunters ashamed of their lack of power and he could see those muscles tensing beneath the fur. He wore little else but a chef's smock around his waist, chest exposed with a bandana tied around his head and ears. If Fil had to guess, this was the chef.

The chef growled and stamped his foot on the ground, "If you don't start giving answers then I'll have to use this old sword of mine on something other than wyvern flanks. GOT IT?!"

Fil's hackles stood up on end and they rose to attention with a squeak, "I'm just a stowaway come from the old world looking for a free meal!" The tension in his own body gave him away and he covered his mouth with his paws only to open them again and mewl the last portion of his statement, "I couldn't help coming here after seeing how good everything look and smelling it too. I just...I just thought I could take a look at the meat before it was done."

The chef quirked a brow and grabbed his chin looking thoughtfully at the malynx before a slow smile spread across his features in a manner that Fil did not enjoy, "I see...You know, even hunters have to pay for their meals and no one, and I mean no one that isn't working for me gets to touch my equipment and my kitchen. Right now, not only are you trying to steal from me but you're also violating a sacred place. I could skin you right here or throw you out to experience the new world on your own." That single eye narrowed before flashing with a predatory glint, "Or I could set you up with a meal in exchange for a trade."

Already terrified, the malynx decided not to mention that they had already snagged a free meal from the fish. At the same time, there was something tempting about the prospect of a meal made by a proper chef. Tentatively and with his ears folded back he cleared his throat and asked, "So, a free meal? I think I could do that but also, what would I have to do for a free meal?"

The Meowscular Chef did not answer but instead motioned for the malynx to approach with a single clawed digit. Fil blinked and pointed to themselves before slowly making his way around the skillet and toward the chef. When he stopped just before the chef, the large felyne reached down and grabbed the scruff of his neck causing him to yelp. He struggled and thrashed about like a wild creature cornered but could do nothing while the chef held him there. Fil hissed and writhed and tried everything to get himself free. After a few seconds, he noticed that nothing was happening. His struggling ceased and he looked up just in time for the chef's mouth to catch his own.

Fil's eyes grew wide and his ears slowly perked up with a heat that traveled down to his cheeks and burned in a manner that felt hotter than the fire in the oven. He tried to pull back at first but the paw at his scruff kept him held in place forcing his mouth to meld to the large felyne's maw. The malynx shuddered, body melting beneath the strength of that kiss and his heart that had been racing from fear began to thump along to a bit of tense excitement. As he stopped attempting to pull away and instead pressed to the kiss, the chef pulled away slowly before moving the other paw to grab his chin firmly.

Fil trembled while the chef spoke, close enough that he could feel the heated breath against his mouth, "You're going to provide a service for me and I'll provide a service for you. That way we can spot each other while we wait for that roast of mine to finish and don't worry. I'll make sure it doesn't burn."

Some part of the malynx actually felt relief knowing that the roast wouldn't burn but that part of him, he decided, was dumb. Why should he care about a roast burning if his own body was about to be used in exchange for a meal? He should be thinking of ways to escape, trying to claw and gnash his way free out of the large felyne's grip but every time he took a chance and glanced up at the chef he found his heart thumping wildly and his body locking up. The chef did not wait for an answer, instead choosing to lean down and take hold of Fil's lips again with his own. Fil did little to struggle and their ears fell back as they melted to the firm kiss. It was frightening to think that he was in the grasp of this muscular felyne and could do nothing but mewl and shiver underneath those powerful digits. Of course, that was a lie. He knew he could at least make an effort to slip away, but why would he? The feeling of those lips on his own, the way that powerful felyne pushed apart his lips to let way for the chef's tongue to invade his mouth, it all almost felt too good to be true despite knowing that it was all in the name of extortion. Of course, that could be another type of lie. The only reason that he was doing this was to get a free meal. It wasn't because his little body was caving in to the cravings brought on by such a fine example of felyne grace standing right before him. Not at all.

Such thoughts were better left behind and such thoughts couldn't possibly be true. Despite all denial, his body drooped and his ears seemed to fall further back as he closed his eyes and leaned up to the kiss. Between his legs, his meager member began to sprout and grow until it was fully hard in no time at all against the cold air. The grip on his scruff faded away but still, he did not pull back. His mouth continued to meld against the chef's until his own paws were up and gripping at the other's cheeks to keep himself steady while their lips shared that heated embrace. The kiss continued with wet pops here and there signifying their lips parting for just the barest amount of time to catch their breath before they returned to locking tongues and mixing spittle. When the chef pulled away, Fil mewled pathetically and leaned up to take the chef's mouth again in a firm kiss, tongue darting in the other's mouth for just a few seconds before the larger felyne pulled his head back fully and planted a paw on Fil's chest.

From that little encounter, the malynx could a feel a cloud gathering over his mind. Just a little kiss and he had nearly lost himself in mewling heat and lust. The chef seemed to appraise the malynx's lust drunk expression before he muttered, "Huh? You were swipin' and clawin' at the air like you were trying to take down a flying wyvern and now you're just looking at me with that little tongue of yours out. Pathetic...You're even drooling."

Fil blinked, his mind clearing just a bit as a flash of embarrassment struck his chest. He could feel the drool now and shuddered as he realized he wasn't sure whether or not that was a leftover of their kiss or if it was his own. He did not reply to the felyne chef and tried his best to narrow his eyes in some sort of manner of a glare but the cock between his legs was still hard and he still trembled like a leaf against a stiff breeze.

The chef looked him up and down once before moving around the malynx to leave him there. Fil turned his head to see the large felyne taking a seat on the stone bench. This was his chance to escape but the malynx was frozen, gaze stuck on a large tent pressing up against the large felyne's smock. It wasn't long before the chef hooked one digit from each paw into the waist of his smock and lifted his legs to tug it off slowly, plump balls revealed before the smock slipped off of the chef's ankles and his cock flopped out into the open. Fil's eyes grew wide and his heart nearly stopped as he took in the sight of that tool. It was larger than any felyne's and it certainly must have made many humans jealous of such girth and length. He barely noticed that his body moved forward on its own, paw at his chest as he leaned in just a bit closer to look at the huge thing between the chef's thighs, his instinct winning over his mind.

Before the malynx could reach out and touch it, the chef grunted, "Here I thought you were going to put up a fight. Hah! It'll be better this way. I promise you if you obey me well you'll make plenty of gains in many ways. So, go ahead. Give it a kiss."

Fil looked up at the chef with narrowed eyes before he hissed while something finally snapped inside of him, "What makes you think I'm so willing to just do what you ask huh? What makes you think I won't bolt off or even take advantage of you here while you're so poised and purrfectly ripe for the plucking?"

A foot came up and pressed down on the malynx's shoulder. Fil blinked and looked to the foot before looking up into the glowing eye of the larger felyne who had his chin up as he growled, "If you think you can take me down then go ahead."

Whatever fight had ignited inside of the malynx, faded away with those words. It had been the tone, the quiet promise of domination should he even think to step out of line. Those two things had brought his heart back to an obedient pace along with the twitching shaft before him. The toes on his shoulder clenched and he followed their instruction, dipping just a bit closer so that his nose was touching the felyne's balls. As he leaned to plant a kiss on those lovely orbs, the foot at his shoulder pressed him down causing his lips to press against the taint and his nose to rest beneath the balls. He looked up to see that the chef was reclining back, single foot still on his shoulder while the other spread and lounged. The instruction was clear, and so he moved until his mouth graced the puckered ring of the chef pushing him around.

At first, he started with a gentle kiss while his better judgment raged against his lust and hunger. Run away. It would be easy but he would miss out on a free meal and miss out on worshipping all of this. His mouth went to work against the chef's rump, eyes shut as he laid peck after peck against the hole. Above him, the felyne let out a pleasant hum that danced along a purr. The foot at his shoulder eased just enough to free him but the only place he cared to move was where the chef desired him to go. Fil's mouth opened just a bit to let his tongue dart out against the chef's puckered ring. Every kiss he parted his lips a little more allowing the malynx's tongue to actually press inside just a bit. Warm spittle trailed from his tongue to coat and glaze the chef's hole, his mouth continuing to treat it as if he were locking lips with the chef rather than melding his mouth to such a humiliating place. When he pulled away, a string of spittle connected his mouth to the rear before it cut off, just the same as their connection. His chest rose up and down steadily while he took in short breaths.

Eyes trailing up, he saw that the felyne was reclining now, head turned back and his good eye shut. He was at his most vulnerable now and yet Fil dared not attempt anything. With one paw he reached to take hold of the shaft while his mouth moved up to plant a loving kiss against the balls. He started at the left orb, dragging his tongue to the next before opening his mouth to suckle on it. The felyne pulled back with the succulent ball in his mouth, the powerful scent of the chef dragging across his nostrils as he drank in the heat and power. He suckled lovingly while purring, letting the sack out of his mouth with a gentle pop. A groan escaped his lips, his body shuddering as passed his paw up and down the length of that mighty shaft. Already he could feel pre slipping down from the tip of the shaft touching the pads of his paw as he continued to work the balls gingerly. Squeezing, he began to pass his paw up and down the chef's cock while his tongue dragged against each orb.

Fil's eyes were closed, his body moving in an almost trance-like state to do as he had been asked. The chef had told him that he had the option to fight or the option to obey. Even now he could feel the sense in his mind whispering that he should take advantage of this situation. Those whispers seemed to be drowned out by a thick haze growing in his mind formed by the mixture of every sensation passing through him. The taste and scent coming off of the chef left a heavy imprint in his mind that told him that he should obey and nothing else and the foot at his shoulder reminded him of the strength that could be exerted suddenly. Even as a wild malynx, the small thief could do nothing against the overall sexual pressure he felt being pressed on his being, a pressure that his traitorous body welcomed.

Up and down he continued to stroke while opening an eye just in time to see the large felyne looking down at him, "Keep it up and squeeze a bit harder."

This time, he did not hiss or seethe but rather obeyed without question. His lips continued to work at the felyne's heavy balls, kissing each before dragging his tongue across while he tightened his grip around that beautiful barbed shaft. A low groan came from above causing his body to shudder and his stroking to quicken as the noise let him know that he was doing something right. He could feel the ambient pulse and twitch of the cock in his paw. Curling digits around the shaft squeezed just a bit tighter in response to the groan, the pace of his stroking growing faster and faster by the second now. At the same time, his mouth continued working on the balls below, his nose moving to drag beneath them to push them up just a bit while his tongue danced out against the taint and dragged up and around to the side of the chef's sac where he continued to plant gentle kisses on it. It was at this point that he could feel the twitching of the felyne's cock growing violent, the pre spilling from the tip coming out in a steady stream with one spurt landing over the side of his paw.

Since he had been ordered to not stop he continued stroking and stroking with his eyes closed until he heard a loud snarl, felt the cock in his paw jump as hot cum poured out from the tip and landed along his body. He shuddered while he felt the heat of the felyne's seed pooling against his paw and face. Fil did not move from his position, instead choosing to allow every drop stain him and mark him wherever it fell. When it was all done, he opened an eye to see that the cock in his paw was still firm, still towering over him and still ready to be used in whichever way the felyne desired.

Before he could get a good look at the chef looming over him, Fil's was suddenly yanked up into the air and set down on the large felyne's lap, "Hah! You do good work and you listen. I might just have to hire you."

Fil huffed, "Hire me? You're extorting me so you can get your rocks off. What makes you think I'd want to work for you."

The chef grinned and got up from where he was sitting with the malynx in his arms. Fil blinked as his body was hefted up as if he weighed nothing and then set down bent over the table, eyes facing the large roast in the oven, "W-what do you think you're doing?"

He turned his head back to see that the chef had a bottle of some sort of clear liquid in his paws. With his thumb, the chef popped the cork off of the top before pouring the contents out onto one paw before he tossed it off, "Take it easy kitten." He purred while rubbing his paws together, "Just watch the roast and let me know if anything goes wrong. That's your only job right now."

There was something inherently threatening about those words but before he could mount an argument, two digits pressed into his rear firmly. He shuddered and winced, groaning loudly before reaching with one paw to cover his mouth. The sound had come out without his permission and the digits slipped inside of his rear without issue. Soon enough, a third digit joined the second, all three pushing deep inside. At the same time, his tail was being gripped by the base to be lifted high in the air and all the while his eyes focused forward on the roast that seemed to be browning marvelously on the outside. But wait, why did he care whether or not the roast burned or not? Why was he obeying when--

Fil's thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he felt something meaty slap against his rear. When he turned his head again he uncovered his mouth and gasped as he saw the cock slowly sliding back to poise the tip of it against his puckered hole. He had been with other men before and he could handle a rutting but to take it from a stranger that had caught and commanded him meant it would absolutely be humiliating! It would be so easy to rear a leg up and kick back and so easy to just pull away enough to make it difficult for the chef to make things harder but a cool whisper in his mind told him that it would be better to obey, and so he did.

Within a few seconds he felt the large felyne at his rear slowly edging the tip of that thick member inside of his rear. It was a slow process of poking and prodding, his lubed ring stretching apart before the chef pulled away as if to tease his hole. Each time the tip nearly managed to slip inside, he could feel his back tensing, his own cock twitching in anticipation. Just a few more times and finally warmth spread inside of his rear as the tip finally breached his rear. He let out a loud mewl as he felt the sudden heat in his rear shove inside all of the way. Every inch of that cock pressed inside, the chef's balls kissing his own. All of this was followed by a wild snarl as the Meowscular Chef took hold of his rear with his free paw to start bucking those powerful hips forward to plow into the thief.

The thief's mouth was parted and a steady string of moans were pouring out, both of his own paws digging claws uselessly into the stone of the table beneath him. Every throbbing inch of that massive barbed cock buried itself into his rear with each thrust. There was a point where his rear had stretched wide enough where the felyne pounding him could pull every inch out and simply slam back all the way balls deep causing him to mewl out pathetically while his ears flicked back and his eyes fluttered with the sort of primal pleasure caused by being bred by a superior cat. Every thrust jolted him forward to the point where it became difficult to keep himself upright. When he slipped, a foot pressed down at the back of his head to push it down against the table. Fil could only gasp and turn his head so that the felyne's foot was pushing down on his cheek and he could barely catch a glimpse of the Meowscular Chef pounding his ass with a non-stop rhythm.

Whatever shame or humiliation he had felt before faded away with every thrust that sent ripples of pleasure and pain through his back. His eyes were glazed over and his own cock bounced at the burning shaft grazing against his insides. It continued to strike at a point like a hammer on tempered metal until he could feel his own pathetic cock bouncing about and sputtering an orgasm onto the table below them.

His own orgasm pumped out for a few meager twitches before petering out but the sensation was a wild thunder through his body enhanced by the barbed shaft grinding against his insides. The felyne's thrusts were growing short and he no longer pulled all the way out before slamming in, instead, choosing to keep his hips close against Fil's rump. Fil could feel the other's body shivering through the foot atop of his head, could feel the throbbing of that cock against his inner walls and he groaned as he felt hot cum pouring out of the tip of that fat cock into his rump. Rope by rope his rear was coated in the thick substance until it felt as if his stomach were full to the brim. Was this the free meal that the felyne had been referring to or had it been something else?

When that torrent of cum finally came to an end, the felyne pulled out of his rear and moved away, the pressure of the foot on his cheek being lifted while the chef spoke, "Ah! Thanks for watching the roast. We don't waste food around here and don't let things sit for too long, including our own butts." Fil slowly pushed himself up onto his knees and slid off of the table with all the grace he could manage before he looked up to see the felyne tying his smock around his waist, "Now. I promised you a free meal didn't I?"

Fil blinked, "What?"

The chef looked at him with that single eye and snorted, "What? Thought I was lying? Hah! I made a promise and a man's word is an important thing to keep. So, you came here to the new world stowed away on the boat and not only that, you mess with my kitchen. That takes bravery!" While he spoke, he worked to pull the roast out of the oven with a large spatula before setting it down on the skillet, "I like bravery, I like paws that obey me and I like you, so, here's the thing. Kicking you out into the wild would be a waste of meat and a waste of what I think will be a good cook. I want you to join me here. As one of my cooks!"

While Fil gawked, the chef pulled the sword off of his back and with quick movements cut the roast into several slices before setting aside two ripe cuts simmering with smoke coming off them as he pushed them toward the malynx on a plate with a fork and knife. He looked down at the plate and then up at the felyne before huffing, "Will I have to do whatever you say..."

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"Yup!" Answered the chef without pause.

The malynx then shivered and muttered, "Even if I have to go down on my knees again just to earn another free meal?"

This time, the chef only grinned, allowing the malynx to draw his own conclusions. A new job, a new world and a free meal and a possible mate. What a tiring set of events, but at the very least, he had himself a free meal and a place to live. With a smile, he took hold of the fork in paw and stabbed it into the meat, glad for the fact that it was tender and cooked rather than firm and raw.