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Near the center of the Ancient Forest, a camp had been set where hunters could arrive to plan and rest before heading out to the unknown. It was the third camp or so that had been made in recent times and was covered by large trees and vines that hung just over the tent. At the moment, only two people were using the camp along with a cat standing on two legs moving a few bags. One of them was a hunter with dark skin, a greatsword secured to his back. The other person was a woman wearing a mantle and leathers made of monster hides who simply went by the name Handler. On a stone and wood makeshift table, the hunter brought out a large fruit that glowed even in the sunlight filtering through the trees.

Handler pushed her goggles down over her eyes so she could lean in and get a better look at the strange fleshy orb. She pushed a digit against the skin and tilted her head while watching her finger sink in before slowly popping back out, “So partner, what in the world is this thing?”

The hunter shrugged and motioned that maybe it was a new type of ingredient by putting a hand toward it and then his mouth. All he knew was that it had been found at a Pukei Pukei nest.

She looked at the hunter with a hum and planted a fist down into her open hand, “If that’s the case then it could be dangerous, delicious or both! Luckily, I’ve got plenty of antidotes and nulberries just in case something bad happens while you’re out hunting. With this little thing, I’ll whip up something so tasty your palico’s fur will come right off!”

Both the felyne and the hunter scrunched their faces and began waving their arms to signal what they thought about the idea.

Handler snorted, “C’mon you two, what’s the matter! Never tried something new? Besides, when have I ever gotten in trouble.” She raised a brow while the hunter and palico looked away before picking up the fruit with a smile, “Well, when have I ever gotten in trouble when it comes to food stuff. Anyway, you and your palico should head on out before whatever monster you’re trying to catch gets away. When you’re back, I’ll have some delicious glowing fruit pie ready! Or something like that.”

Her words earned her a tilted head from both the palico and the hunter but they simply shrugged and headed off into the ancient forest to leave her alone with her devices. Handler hummed while taking the fruit over to the clay oven that was already puffing smoke from the top. Her digits pressed against the skin of the fruit to find that it was soft and yet not entirely squishy with a kind of strange wet give that she wasn’t quite sure how to feel about. The reason it was glowing was a mystery to her but the fruit smelled sweet enough even without splitting it open and sweet usually meant good. With a hum, she got to work on cutting the fruit, deciding to get herself a nice slice before popping a piece into her mouth to give it a try.

The meat of the fruit was just as sweet as it smelled with an odd acidity that hit the back of her throat almost like a sour spice. To her, it was fantastic! The Meowscular Chef would love getting his claws on this and she had a few ideas about how to use the fruit for her own purposes. She could marinade meat or make a strong drink out of the fruit. Either one would be perfect for the hunter and his palico when they came back. While mulling about on her choices, she took another piece of the fruit and popped it into her mouth, chewing while an odd feeling came over her.

Warmth began to gather at the back of her head like a thick fog while she absently popped another piece of fruit in her mouth. The taste and juice of the fruit managed to stave off the gathering fog for just a few moments before it came back in full force harder than before. Handler was smart enough to know when she was being pushed, when she was being influenced by a substance and she got up quickly to head to the box to grab an antidote and drink it down. The warmth continued and turned into a strange headache even through the bitter liquid and so she tried for a nulberry, biting down on the little thing in hopes that it would prevent whatever was happening in her body from continuing.

Handler felt some kind of relief from the nulberry, the growing headache fading away but as she sighed, the warmth that had been plaguing her head moved down to the rest of her body. It started as a dull heat the same as it had been in her head but the intensity began to grow until it was a sweltering burn that outpaced the mugginess of the biome surrounding her. She put a thumb through the neck of her clothing to tug and let some air in but found that her nail was sharp enough to make a small tear. Blinking, she looked down at her hand to see that her fingers were beginning to grow strange scales that ran up her wrist. The sight awakened the pain in her head again as she doubled over and gnashed her teeth together while the rest of her body began to shift and change. Her eyes filled with a bestial yellow surrounding a single slit of black while her form expanded, clothing tearing just a bit while her arms became membraned wings tipped with a single clawed digit and covered in green plumage. Her voice turned into a cooing cry that reminded her of a pukei pukei, feet shifting into talons.

Her body continued changing until she rolled over onto her back, eyes blinking as the warmth settled into an almost loving throb that echoed throughout her entire body while she adjusted to the changed. She had always been fascinated by monsters but this was too much! Handler got up from where she was lying on her back as best as she could, claws down on the ground to try and balance while she adjusted to her new legs. Some of her clothing clung to her body to still cover most of her and she wondered why? Compared to a regular pukei pukei, she was a runt! Maybe it had something to do with the amount of fruit she had consumed? At the same time, there were more important things to think about besides how she had transformed into a monster! Handler needed to find the hunter to help her out or at the very least let him know that the fruit was not safe for consumption! With that thought, she trundled on forward out of the camp hoping to stumble into the hunter, mind still mired by a strange warmth.

It was odd being one of the creatures that she had helped her hunter chase after. Every step was another motion made to test her new body and try to figure out what was happening with it. Her tail had segmented plates with a softer part at the end that was freckled with purple. A beaked maw with sharp fangs had replaced her regular face while green feathers covered portions of her body mostly near the neck, head, and top of the wings. These little inspections helped her calm down and take her time with adjusting to the mechanics of her new body but she still found her legs wobbling. It was a strange feeling that traveled down to her tail and came back around between her legs making her wish she could rip the rest of her clothes off but she wouldn’t just give in to whatever was afflicting her mind. She was scared that if she caved to any of these new sensations, any of these new thoughts that she would cease being herself, cease being human!

Handler in her new body managed to stand up without falling over, wings coming out while she looked around for tracks from the hunter. Any chance of using scoutflies to help her find the hunter was out the window. Even her new senses as a monster seemed to be useless in this situation. It felt as if she was receiving an overload of everything that she normally could feel and perceive. Sounds were so much richer and louder with avian’s tiny chirps and the various rustles through the brush causing her eyes to dart from one way to another. At the same time, she had to contend with scents coming to her easier as if she were tasting them. It would have been less straining without the buzzing at the back of her head and the warmth growing between her legs.

With all of those new sensations curling through her, she didn’t think to look down at where she was stepping. One of her feet caught in a snare made of vine and it looped around her ankle, causing her to gasp as she yanked away from it. The snare didn’t lift her into the air but her strength wasn’t enough to break free and as she tugged and tugged, more vines fell from the trees above. They yanked down on her body and pulled her until her claws were scraping against the ground and her tail was thrashing pathetically in an attempt to get free.

She heard them before she saw them. Meows echoed in the air around her with a few growls and hisses until the fuzzy grimalkyne appeared. They were felynes just like the palicos from her continent but with a different language and culture here in the new world. She felt immense relief upon seeing them since they had already established good relations and communications with the tribe in the Ancient Forest.

“H-hey!” She said, though her new instincts were telling her to thrash and roar, “It’s me! I’m the one that’s always with the hunter out here that started relations with all of you. I uh, I got myself in a situation. Can you please help me out?”

They all began to chatter and mewl among themselves heads tilting as they listened to her words before moving around her body. Excitement and hope began to spring in her chest when she heard the sound of tiny bone knives working to cut the vines. She felt enough snap off of her body that she could bring herself up just a little bit, tail lifting to help with the process.

“Yeah! That’s it, partners! Just a little bit more and I’ll be free as a jagras at a buffet!”

Her words were met with more meowing and a sudden realization that the grimalkyne weren’t cutting any more of the vines. From where she was, she craned her head as best as she could to see that the grimalkyne had started to set their weapons down. Was there some reason they were doing that? Did they find a snag that was difficult to cut without hurting her? That had to be it, right?

She heard something tearing and thought that it must be the vines that were snagged too close to her body except, vines didn’t make that kind of sound! The tatters of her clothes were being torn off of her new body, piece by piece until there was nothing left covering her form. She gasped and thrashed, instinct telling her to swing her tail but as she did so, she realized how incredibly weak she was. Her tail was caught by two of the grimalkyne who snickered and tugged on it causing her to squeak while a different grimalkyne wielding a knife appeared at her front to tap it on her beak with a fang-filled grin. The message was clear and her mouth clamped tight to keep quiet while the knife remained on her beak as a constant cool reminder of what would happen if she stepped out of line.

The paws on her tail tugged so she was forced to lower herself a bit, whining while she felt digits start to pass over her inner thighs and up toward her heat where they slipped through the horizontal slit and spread it apart. Handler didn’t move, didn’t even think about resisting but it wasn’t just because of the knife on her beak. The warmth that had been circling her mind and twisting in her body making it difficult to move seemed to grow more intense with every touch encroaching on her most sensitive spot. The digits spreading her apart did so without care, poking at her new holes while she started to drip from the pleasure being pushed onto her. The beast within her urged her to lift her tail higher and the bone dagger on her beak was pressed harder against it before pausing as she lowered her hips further with a lovely sigh.

One of the grimalkyne leaned up to plant their mouth on her twitching heat while two others held the slit open, her hole gushing a few drops of pleasure which were readily cleared away by the small felyne tongue lapping away. Each lash of the tongue brought another shudder through her body, her mouth open and her long tongue hanging out while her eyes grew hazy with the same fog that she was struggling so hard to get rid of. Handler tried her hardest to at least mouth some sort of denial or even snap her jaws but all she could do was moan and sigh while her heat was being lavished in felyne spittle.

Every lick ground away at her humanity while the sweetness of her new bestial instinct begged her to keep her tail lifted in the hopes that one of those little monsters behind her would breed her. She didn’t even know if such a hybridization was possible but the feeling of their seed being drained into her womb would surely satisfy this budding desire deep within her body.

She soon started to rock her hips up and down, the grimalkyne moving to remove the rest of the vines from her body while she sunk further into her bestial lust. The feeling of her binds being removed reminded her for just a moment that she was human and needed to get away but all she did was whine aloud and planted her chin on the ground, hips held up just enough to give the felyne’s gathering around her as much access as they desired. At her beak, the dagger that had been pressed against it was replaced with a different kind of weapon. It was something warm that twitched with a hot scent that curled in her mind. She focused on what was on her beak and saw that it was the grimalkyne with his barbed shaft grinding against her. It was such a daring move. There was a chance that she would regain her humanity right now and snap away at that horrible thing being poked at her beak but the scent, the feeling of it twitching and the steady drip of pre already staining her beak urged her to open her maw wide and let the grimalkyne toy with her tongue instead. Digits moved to grab her tongue, tugging out into the open while she drooled. A silent part of her trapped at the back of her mind wished that the damnable cat would get poisoned from her drool but it seemed that whatever transformed her had neglected to give her poison glands.

Frustration building at the back of her mind was kept behind a wall made of the sensations pouring through her. The tongue at her back was dipping inside, digits spreading keeping her nice and stretched. Meanwhile, her tongue was being toyed with, tugged and pushed against until she felt and tasted the grimalkyne’s salty cock. She trembled as the dull warmth spread along her tongue which pushed against it to feel more of that barbed shaft while he started to grind on her tongue. The grimalkyne violating her mouth purred, one paw stroking her cheek while the other focused on tugging his shaft. She still had enough self-control to not close her mouth on his cock to pleasure him fully but her maw was drooling from the thought of his seed marking her tongue and throat.

The thought of giving up all the way was striking at her senses, wyvern hips bobbing up and down toward the tongue dipping into her heat. Her previous life as a support for hunters out in the field would be over, nothing keeping her from being taken by these little cats and used as a toy. They might even breed her with a monster of her own kind that could properly impregnate her. What a thought! Such words bouncing in her mind caused her to tremble, talons tensing against the ground as she leaned forward and closed her mouth on the grimalkyne’s cock. At first, he reached for his dagger but he paused when the lust drunk beast closed her tongue around his shaft to start suckling on it. Both of the cat’s paws grabbed hold of her face, his body leaning forward so he could start dragging his hips against her beak. She rumbled in pleasure from the feeling of his cock pushing up against her tongue.

Those grimalkyne that had been toying with her nethers realized that she was finally giving in. The curious felyne that had been giving her a tongue lashing pulled his face away, licking his chops clean of the sticky pleasure clinging to it while the others moved aside. Since he had done the most work getting her ready, the others helped lower her body just enough for the grimalkyne to get his cock into place. The slit parted easily and that barbed shaft slid down to the balls almost immediately.

Handler nearly purred in delight, eyes fluttering while she felt the pressure of that meager cock grinding against the shallows of her inner walls. It wasn’t anything impressive but her sensitive heat could barely handle even the smallest sensation of his barbed member pushing against the walls of her bestial sex. Faster and faster his little hips moved to create a constant motion where she was always feeling something. Meanwhile, the grimalkyne at her front bottomed out on her tongue. Warm cum in an amount that betrayed the size of his cock filled her maw until she had to swallow. She savored the feeling of it sliding down her tongue and throat, practically salivating over the warm saltiness that clung to her tongue. Every drop was swallowed and she kept on suckling until the grimalkyne had to yank himself free with a huff. The absence of a cock in her mouth allowed her to open her beak and groan, primal purrs and clicks coming from her throat as she sunk further into the role of a monster.

The cat behind her was holding onto her tail tight, body trembling as he continued to work his hips like a piston being driven into her over and over again until she felt the warmth of his seed start to fill her. Immediately, her mind began to turn and twist toward thoughts of whether or not the eggs within her would take seed from other creatures thanks to this strange mutation. She had no idea how this body would react to such a thing but she truly wished for nothing else other than a full and proper breeding.

When the grimalkyne inside of her had finished, he pulled out allowing a spill of their mixed pleasure to hit the forest floor. Her climax had not yet been reached but she still gushed as if she were in a permanent state of an orgasm, her hole opening and closing as if to show that she was ready to suck in more cum. Another grimalkyne moved to take hold of her tail, hips jolting to slam his cock inside without any mercy before he started to hump her with reckless abandon. The bestial Handler chirped and moaned, body dragging back against the constant rutting while she heard more of those cats gathering. They took their places by her legs, by her face and more to wait for their proper turns. Cocks were dragged against her cheek and beak staining her face with their scent and warmth while others moved to hump her thighs or try to climb her body to force themselves inside at the same time as the other.

Every part of her body was being stimulated at once. The constant motion of a cock being pushed against her inner walls while others took to touching her in other places. Those warm shafts rubbing against the scales of her body created small points of static that shocked her in the best of ways. She shuddered and tried her best to keep herself up against the onslaught of sensations but ended up falling on the floor cooing like a wild animal in heat being satisfied. The shafts grinding against her beak didn’t even bother to try and get into her mouth, they simply released load after load onto her face to mark her like the pathetic piece of territory she was. Anytime one of those naughty cats painted her insides with their cum, she found herself dipping further away from humanity and more toward a pathetic copy of a monster.

As a human, she had gotten in trouble so many times for going out and being caught by monsters but now she wondered how that would go? Would she become a wild monster being bred by larger pukei pukei? Would she simply take any creature that would have her? Maybe she would be captured by a larger monster and used until she could no longer provide them with eggs. Such thoughts pounded against her senses until she realized that only a few grimalkyne were left.

Her mind did not think of how wonderful it would be to have a chance to be free, only on the fact that she was disappointed so few remained. Her disappointment soon ended as the final grimalkyne to take her sopping sex brought his paw up to slide inside all the way along with his cock. It was enough to make her gasp, her eyes growing wide as she started to tremble violently. He continued to push against her inner walls with both his barbed shaft and his arm causing her to cry out and coo until finally, her climax hit her. Those bestial insides clamped down hard enough to milk the grimalkyne dry, cum joining her gushing juices that spilled out onto the ground once he yanked out of her. The remaining grimalkyne spilled their seed onto her scales, marking her with their warmth and their scent while she cooed and moved her hips as if she were still being fucked. She expected to be taken away at any point now but they simply left her there for some other creature to take.

Without all of those cocks on her body making it difficult to think, Handler could reclaim at least a portion of herself that controlled her self-preservation. Being caught in such a weakened state would be foolish. She wouldn’t be bred, she would be harmed or worse. Slowly, she got up and started to head back to what she regarded as her nest. When she arrived, the camp was still empty save for the equipment box and tents. She laid down somewhere near the center and curled up, eyes closing while she tried to drift to sleep. It was difficult to slumber while she could still feel the warmth of those cats deep inside of her and on her scales but she didn’t want to wash it off. She wanted to remain stained by their mark, needed that seed inside of her to take root in the proper place so she could give them eggs the next time they came around to toy with her.

It wasn’t long into her lustful stupor that she heard steps nearby. She swore the noises sounded something like clothes shifting and being taken off, armor and weaponry being dropped to the floor but she did not budge since she still felt so safe here at her nest. She was forced to open her eyes as her body was rolled onto her back.

Handler squawked and looked down to see her hunter and his palico positioning themselves on her without their clothes. She opened her mouth to say something but all she could do was coo like a wild beast begging to be pet. The palico climbed up between her legs, the felyne purring as he brought his cock into her stretched slit first. He dipped inside and she shuddered while his felyne barbs began to grind against the shallows of her heat. The hunter still couldn’t compare to another monster but his cock was large enough for a tiny beast like herself to savor the feeling. He brought the tip against her heat, grunting as he shoved it inside at the same time as the palico. Belly to back the palico and hunter began to thrust inside of her while her eyes fluttered and she accepted this set of new creatures breeding her. Who they were and who she was began to fade away with every push and thrust as the ones she had supported with all of their might violated her for their entertainment.

The drunk beast could barely remember that she was human but she still prayed above all else that these two would be able to breed her. Their thrusting began softer than the grimalkyne, perhaps to test the waters just a bit and see if she would snap or thrash but the tiny monster would never do such a thing, why would she? Her purpose was to be bred, to be used by powerful creatures to propagate their species and they were no different, were they not?

Faster and faster the pair went while she cooed, the toes of her talons curling in while her tail came up to wrap around them both and drag them in deeper. The hunter’s arm came around her tail to tug on it causing her to gasp while he went through with her silent request and dragged himself in all the way. His cock reached deep enough to make her groan, enough to make her gush around the pair using her as a sex toy. Surely these two would keep her, surely they would use her properly and make her theirs!

She cooed and rumbled her pleasure, the palico’s thrusts growing more rapid with every moment as he leaned forward to hug onto her body. It wasn’t long before she felt the warmth of his cum pouring into her but he kept on grinding away at the shallows of her insides while the hunter pounded deep inside of her. The tiny monster was no longer able to remember why she even considered this her nest, why she would be with a human and his palico when they hunted her kind so commonly but it felt right and she was being used for her purpose, so why not?

The palico pulled out with a mewl, both pausing as the felyne stroked his cock rapidly to get the rest of his seed out onto her belly and crotch, wasting his precious cum. That warmth sinking into her scales still felt nice but even better was what he did next. The palico climbed further onto her crotch until he could turn around and face her horizontal slit. Both of his paws grabbed hold of it to pull it back so he could dip down and start dragging his tongue against her sensitive flesh. She squawked, body trembling and writhing while she felt the tongue dipping inside just a bit to stimulate her further while the hunter continued pounding away at her senses. The combination of sensations was enough to have her insides gushing again, another climax striking away what little remained of her humanity while her heat clamped tightly around the hunter’s cock.

Every thrust of the hunter’s hips produced a wet slap that echoed out into camp with his sticky balls pressing against her tail and even though she had just hit an orgasm, the palico continued to lick and toy with her slit. She decided to return the favor by extending her long tongue to drag beneath the palico and curl around his cock, squeezing while she lifted the rest of her tongue to push against his balls gingerly. The surprised felyne mewled for a moment before moving his shuddering hips, tongue continuing to toy with her slit to pleasure her. She could feel the hunter’s cock throbbing inside of her, feel the way that it seemed to swell against her inner walls to let her know that he was about to finish. One more push was all it took to have rope after rope gushing inside of her toward her deepest spot. She cooed, her eyes full of a lust-drunk haze while he pulled out slowly. Her heat did not want to let go of his cock, squeezing around it tightly before eventually being forced to part ways but the felyne was still there to please her. The kind kitty placed a few digits inside of her heat, moving them rapidly while his tongue and other paw continued to toy around with her slit. Her insides were practically rubbed raw from all of the poundings she had taken but she could still feel those soft digits darting against her sex, again and again, forcing another climax to the surface while she felt warm cum spill out on her tongue. As she pulled her tongue away to drink in that lovely seed, her climax struck her. Without a cock to plug her up, she gushed a mixture of her pleasure and seed while her cooing and squawking filling the air along with the sticky noise of her slit opening to let out her aroused juices. The palico purred, tongue still moving even as she found her eyes closing, her mind drifting away. That licking and the hunter’s hand at her thigh assured her that she had found her home as a hunter’s pet.