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White flowers rustled in the wind at the center of a mountainous region dotted with shrines falling to ruin. In the middle of the field of flowers was a boulder where a felyne sat. Salt and pepper fur was covered by a short robe tied with a sash around the waist. His eyes were shut and a sword laid at his side in its sheath. Taro had come out here to meditate after his pupil had left for a mission in another land. He supposed he should be happy about that, at the same time, Taro wasn’t above admitting to himself that he missed the companionship. If only it was just the sex then he could easily lose himself in another for a night or two, but it was having someone to pester him, having someone to talk to him from time to time in a friendly manner both amusing and irritating. Perhaps he should find some friends instead of sitting out here in the wilds meditating, or at least lose himself in hunting a few monsters. An ear twitched toward the right where he heard the sound of a wire cutting through the air followed by heavy steps landing. A hunter had just arrived in the area and perhaps he could make the first step to solve his loneliness by talking to someone other than his own mind. Just when he opened one violet eye to make the decision to say hello, the hunter’s voice came booming.

“A kitten in meditation on a rock! What are you doing up there instead of with your hunter? Or perhaps you’re just waiting for them while they take care of business?”

His tail flicked as he was reminded exactly why he did not talk to many other hunters. Standing to show that he was larger than most felynes, Taro breathed out without facing the newcomer, “I came out here to meditate. My pupil left on business so I decided to spend some alone time. Though, I’ll be honest and say I miss the company.”

Laughter struck his ear like a smith’s hammer, ringing in his mind as the hunter spoke, “Is that so? Your pupil? Well, you must be quite the experienced palico to be taking on students with the Spring of your life long behind you. I get it, in old age companionship is a rare and beautiful thing.”

Both of Taro’s eyes gaped and he turned toward the sound of the hunter with a huff, “You’re making it sound like I’m some ancient wyverian ready to hit the grave! I’m old but I’m still spry!”

The hunter in question who had been pestering him was a chubby sort wearing furred armor and holding a hammer over his shoulder with a grin on his face. His skin was fair and pale with black hair tied back in a bun. That smile reached up to dark eyes like deep chocolate. For the most part, Taro wished he could claw that smile right off of his face even if he found it somewhat infectious.

“C’mon now, don’t hurt yourself getting so frustrated.” Said the hunter with a chuckle, “You should be thinking about your health at that age. Jokes aside, sorry for any stress. My name is Koga and yours, kitten?”

Taro sniffed and crossed his arms while standing up straight, “My name is Taro and I’m more of a prowler, less of a kitten.”

Koga raised a brow, “Oh? A hunting felyne? If you’ve got a pupil then it’ll be another prowler or even a hunter.” He then rubbed his chin while tilting his head, “If that’s the case then you must have quite the impressive record.” Before Taro could answer, Koga began walking with a grunt, “But I should be heading out before I get too tied up in conversation. I’ve got an apex diablos to hunt.”

That caught his attention, “An apex diablos? You must be strong to take it on yourself without any help at all.”

The hunter laughed, “I’ll be honest and say that everyone was busy! But like I would let that stop me. It has been causing a bit of trouble and stopping it is important for the health of the village, so here I am. Maybe when I get back you’ll get me a drink. See you around, kitten.”

He was annoyed by the kitten remark but not enough to let the hunter go without a word of caution, “Good luck, but be careful on your own with that type of fight.”

Koga gave him a lazy backward wave and another bout of laughter while walking off and that was that. The hunter soon stepped out of sight and Taro sat back down with his legs crossed and his eyes shut. A hunt with an apex diablos? He would have relished that challenge himself but even he would have had problems. How many times had he nearly been mauled by a stray claw or fang? That hunter would be fine if he was so confident but that laughter was bothering him. Not because he hated the hunter, not because the laughter was annoying even when it was used to tease him, but because he thought of a world where he could not buy that hunter a drink, and the silence that carried after would haunt him until his grave.

Opening his eyes, he looked up and grumbled. He had been called a kitten, and most likely, that hunter didn’t think much of him. Wouldn’t it be fun to be there to save the day? If anything, he could use the excuse that he was just trying to get one over on the hunter. Then again, what was he trying to think of an excuse for? Why did he need an excuse to help a hunter in need; to help anyone in need for that matter? Sighing, he grabbed his sword and hooked it onto his back before hopping off of the rock to follow in the tracks of the hunter. Hopefully, Koga hadn’t managed to go too far.

It was behind the walls of a ruined sacred ground that the hunter now faced the monster. Water pooled in the middle from unattended ponds that had filled over long ago and the remains of a small shrine creaked nearby. Koga stood in front of a horned wyvern that was clawing at the ground with powerful legs, mouth opening to let out a low rumble of warning as it poised its head and horns at the hunter. The beast’s scales were black with an orange glow between them that seemed to grow more intense as the beast breathed in. It roared but Koga was the first to charge, slamming his hammer against the side of the beast’s plated head. The blow was hard enough to knock its head to the side but it stabbed its horns into the ground and razed the earth toward Koga while pouncing. Koga got out of the way and readied his hammer for another blow, striking the beast’s head again and again while moving from side to side. Despite being chubby, Koga moved quickly in short bursts. Perhaps tired of having its head cracked, the diablos turned and swung its massive tail. Koga was caught off guard and sent flying onto his back before rolling onto his knees. The creature was still coming with a roar and Koga tossed his wirebug and clasped onto the thin glowing line to be pulled through the air and away from the charging monster. While Koga had managed to avoid a direct hit, his leg was clipped as the apex diablos turned its massive head and swung. Koga’s trajectory through the air was altered and he fell onto his side with his hammer skittering to the ground near him. Even then, he got up and put a hand on his weapon, shaking his head of dizziness while looking toward the monster that was scratching at the earth again preparing to charge.

The apex diablos lowered its head and started forward but something happened. It bayed and roared, head rearing back as one of its horns stabbed into the ground by Koga’s foot. Koga blinked as he looked forward and saw Taro standing there with a sword out of its sheath and held in paw. The monster recovered before either could speak a word, charging forward to try and crush the ground with its head where Taro stood. Taro hopped out of the way and darted forward to cut at the monster’s lowered wing but it did not flinch. Instead, the beast hefted rocks at Taro who found himself dodging back to stand next to Koga.

“So surprised you can’t even take advantage of an opportunity?” Grunted the old felyne.

Koga sniffed, “Just annoyed that you thought that I needed or wanted the help.”

Taro snickered, “Then show me you can use that hammer of yours for something more than overcompensating, and maybe I’ll buy you that drink.”

The hunter chuckled and nodded before readying his hammer and charging. In response, the monster roared and crushed the ground beneath powerful steps as it met the charge in kind. Koga rolled to the side as the beast came to a skidding stop, his hammer falling onto its other horn to crack it. The blow was strong enough to send the creature reeling onto its side, Taro rushing in with a flurry of slashes along the monster’s flank. They worked together with one at the head and the other at the flank and tail until the apex diablos began to get up. It rumbled and clicked its beak-like mouth, shaking as it tried to stand before falling to the ground.

Koga and Taro watched the creature’s body to make sure it wasn’t getting up before sheathing their weapons with a collective sigh. Neither of them said a word as they got to carving the monster’s carcass and both of them continued not to talk as they headed back to the base camp. Taro was honestly searching for the words, trying to figure out how to say that he had been hoping to share a drink with Koga as companions but now he felt like he might have just meddled in what felt like a personal affair.

It was the hunter who spoke first with a sniff, “So...You broke one horn and I broke the other. I guess that means we both owe each other drinks?”

Taro scratched the back of his head for a moment, ruminating on that one before finally chuckling, “I guess we do. Even if I did save your hide.”

“Hah! I would have been fine even without your help! Speaking of which, who taught you how to use a sword like that? You’re far too fast for your age.” Koga said with a grin.

A frown touched Taro’s features as he began the trek back to the village, “I taught myself and I told you that I’m still spry.”

Though they poked and prodded one another, neither stopped, and eventually, both were laughing at their own teases. This continued until they got to Kamura village as the sun was falling over the horizon. They stopped at a wagon of sorts with an awning hanging over the seats placed just outside of the wagon. Warm lights hung in the makeshift kitchen while the chef asked what they would like. They ordered a few skewered pieces of meat and a bottle of sake for each. Two clay bottles were set down along with small cups while the meat was prepared and soon enough, Taro and Koga were clinking cups together and drinking. Their traded blows turned to genuine conversation about their lives. Koga had come to Kamura to become a hunter instead of being raised there but he had fallen in love with the village. Meanwhile, Taro shared stories of his pupil, a few of them embarrassing and sexual in nature. Perhaps it had something to do with the sake but just a few sips and the old felyne was feeling warm enough to say just about anything.

Koga listened with a raised brow, and the cook tended to the food while his cheeks reddened. In the end, however, Koga could only laugh and share his own experiences. Both said a cheer to good sexual experiences before continuing to drink, Koga setting his cup down and grinning, “Tell you what. Pay for everything and I’ll let you have your way with me.”

Instead of being surprised, Taro tipped his cup toward the hunter, “You’re absolutely out of zenny from upgrading armor, right?”

They looked at each other for a few moments before Koga’s cheeks brightened and he looked away, snorting, “Maybe.”

Silence touched the air before they both laughed again and Taro slapped a paw on the table, “Fine! But I’ll have you for a few nights! We’ll be partners for whatever fool hunts you decide to take too!”

Again they cheered, again their cups clinked together and again the chef’s cheeks burned even brighter. When the bottles had been drunk, the skewers picked of meat and the zenny exchanged; Taro and Koga headed off to the hunter’s home. It was a shack near one of the edges of town with only a bamboo curtain covering the doorway. He expected a mess but was pleased to find that the home looked better than he expected. The floor was mostly matting with a raised area that held the futons covered by blankets.

Koga sat at the edge immediately and breathed out, red-faced and grinning as he pat his stomach, “A good meal and set of drinks are only made better by it being free.”

Taro joined his new friend at the edge of the raised floor and snorted, “Free? You’d best remember what you promised.”

The hunter got up, wobbling a bit before chuckling, “I didn’t forget, kitten. Just thought I’d see if you forgot so I could try to turn the night on you, but I guess I’ll have to be satisfied with whatever you can provide on top.”

“Oh? Don’t think I’m up to the task?” Asked Taro while crossing his arms and putting one leg over the other at the knee.

“What can I say? I know you’re quick on your feet and with that sword, but what real strength could you have to handle all of this?” Koga said as he began stripping from his furs.

Taro watched quietly, choosing not to answer while taking in the finer details. The armor came off and then the underclothes, revealing a curved frame with a rounded belly speckled with scars here and there. In his drunk state, he was tempted to call Koga a silken moon brought down right for him to admire, but the hunter hadn’t earned the sweetness yet. Especially since he had been called a kitten. Still, he couldn’t sit there being grumpy all night. He had to prove that he was more than just quick on his feet and with a blade.

Digits moved to tug his sash out of the way before he parted his robes and slipped free of them. Seeing Koga’s nude form had already brought his shaft up just a bit, but the feeling of the air brushing against his nude form urged it just a bit more. Koga turned and the grin on his face seemed to shrink just a bit, brow raised as he looked down at the felyne’s package.

It was Taro’s turn to chuckle, “Thought I’d be smaller?”

Koga stared for a few seconds before moving past him to search through a set of drawers, “Turns out I’ll be needing oil after all.”

Taro had a few comments to make with a drunken edge to them but he had to catch a vial instead. He looked at it and saw it was full of a viscous clear liquid. While he placed one claw on the stopper, he looked toward the hunter who was lying on his back atop the covers with his legs spread. Again he found himself unable to say anything while he appraised his partner for the evening. A set of darkened balls sat above a plush rear pressed to the futon with heavy thighs that begged to be clawed. He muttered something about getting even later and stepped toward Koga while popping open the bottle.

While he kept the oil ready, Taro moved his mouth to plant a kiss on those rounded orbs, kissing over and over again before getting his tongue under them to feel their weight and heat, mouth suckling on one before he moved his mouth toward the center. Both of the hunter’s balls were coated in sweat from the day’s activities but he didn’t mind. His tongue passed over the center to the base of the shaft while he drank in the sound of the hunter finally groaning in response. Taro then began heading downward, licking beneath the balls to trail even lower. He pushed his nose against the taint while he began lavishing the hunter’s puckered hole with his tongue. Just a little taste was what he wanted, what he needed. It wasn’t even out of courtesy or a desire to help stretch Koga’s rear. Taro just loved indulging in his hunger. The salty taste hinted with a touch of something sour along the balls to ass, the heat pressing against his tongue and nostrils. It was enough to drive him wild and he wanted more of it.

One set of claws came up to dig into a thigh, Koga yelping in response before sighing as his tongue dug deep inside of that tight rear. When he found himself running low on breath, he pushed forward just a bit more before finally letting his tongue trail out of the other’s hole. He leaned back and let go of Koga’s thigh to wipe the drool from his mouth with an arm. He poured out the oil onto his paw and allowed a good portion of it to fall onto his shaft.

While he lubed both his cock and began pushing digits inside of Koga’s ass, the hunter’s toes curled and his voice came out slurred and husky, “Didn’t think you’d be good at this at all. Figure you’d hump a few times and get it over with like a dumb cat.”

He dug his digits in just a bit harder and the hunter gasped while Taro rumbled, “You keep underestimating me.”

Koga chuckle, words coming with a sweet edge to them, “Then show me what you can do, master Taro.”

That shouldn’t have drawn his hackles up, but it did. Maybe it was the playful tone teasing him to go as rough as possible, or maybe it was the look he was being given right now. Koga had a grin cutting across his features, with cheeks spotted by red and eyes narrowed to near trickster slits prodding him, daring him to show the hunter just how much prowess Taro had in this area. He pressed a third digit inside of the hunter, urging them as far as they could go before sliding them out one by one. With a breath, he positioned himself with a paw on his cock, gripping the base while easing the tip against that lubed hole. Koga had leaned back with his thighs squeezed together and his legs drawn up to give him better access, and he took that opportunity to squeeze into that tight entrance.

A shudder ran down his back and up to his tail as those plush insides stretched open and closed over his shaft. He breathed out and eased himself inside, decided to take it nice and easy mostly for his own enjoyment as he melted to that lovely hole. Koda’s sounds were a mix of sighs and moans, hued with chuckles with a playfulness to them that made him want to keep going at the same pace. The hunter’s toes on one foot were curled while the other set were splayed. Taro grasped both of those plump thighs, squeezing firmly while he kept on slowly inching inside of Koga’s ass. Just a bit more and he wouldn’t be able to hold back, just a bit more and he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from showing Koga just how strong he was, but he loved this pace, loved this beginning. It was easy to lose himself in the feeling of those walls tightening around him, the warmth practically tugging him closer as he ground his hips forward. It wasn’t long until he found himself all the way inside, one of his paws drifting up the human’s leg to grab onto the foot.

“Can’t lie.” Grunted the old felyne, “I could stay like this forever, but you wanted me to show you what I was capable of, right?”

Before an answer came, he moved his hips back to start sliding his shaft out slowly, loving the feeling of those insides clinging to his cock. Koga groaned in response, “Make me feel like I was broken by a monster, not a kitten.”

Taro stopped and squeezed Koga’s foot, dragging it to the side a bit before bringing his leg up to step on Koga’s thigh forcing him to spread while he growled, “I’ll make it so you never call me kitten again.”

A gasp echoed through the home as Taro slammed in deep, hips pushing back before dragging forward again and again. He started with a random rhythm, letting his instincts to breed take his body wherever they desired. Taro growled like a common animal, ears pinned back as he forced those insides to stretch and meld to his shaft. His claws dug into the hunter’s other thigh to force it apart to give himself more room to slam inside, his hips crashing against those meaty thighs with a slap that seemed to grow wetter with every thrust. The oily lube had spread from that tight hole to his balls, clear strings connecting them together while he worked his hardest to show Koga just how strong he was. It wasn’t long before Koga’s chuckles had disappeared entirely, replaced by little gasps and cries of pleasure that were amplified with the occasional whimper for more and more. He satisfied those whimpers with stronger thrusts, claws digging in just a bit harder. His shaft was a throbbing mess now, dripping pre from the tip.

Letting loose right now would have felt so damn good. It would have been fantastic to felt those meltingly warm walls with his seed and mark the hunter as his bitch, but that wouldn’t be what Koga asked for. Koga had asked to see his strength and so he wanted to show that. With a growl, he forced the hunter’s hips up just a bit more to point that beautiful rear upward, his body leaning up with one foot still on Koga’s thigh to give him leverage as he began slamming downward into that slut hole. This position gave him a good view of the other’s bouncing shaft along with a precious look at the expression on Koga’s face. There was a grin there still, but it was crooked and touched with drool the sides, his eyes hazy with pleasure.

Taro pounded downward with all of his might, ears still flagged backward, fangs gnashing together while he started to get closer and closer to his orgasm. Each thrust sent a ripple through those sizable thighs, a slap echoing into the room with each push as his hips met Koga’s thighs. The sound of his shaft tugging at those inner walls before slamming inside held a note of stickiness thanks to the spread of his spit mixing with the lube. Just one more push and he found himself unable to stop, unable to hold back at all.

Cum flowed from the tip of his cock in heavy shots that clung to those tight inner walls. Koga groaned aloud, body shaking while Taro set his foot down but kept the hunter’s hips held up. Each shot of cum seemed to be more intense than the last, his shaft throbbing violently as he hissed out his pleasure. When he was done, he pulled out with a wet pop. Both of his paws grasped onto Koga’s rear to spread while keeping the hunter up onto his shoulders now. That twitching rear was gaping just a bit, cum dribbling from the inside. With a smirk, he spat inside of that bred hole earning a shiver from the hunter. The old felyne then moved forward, crotch pushed against Koga’s back while Taro reached to grasp the hunter’s cock.

“So, how was it?” Asked the felyne with a purr.

Koga breathed out, “If this is what being under you is like then I think I’d like to sign up to be your pupil.”

He tugged at that firm shaft, squeezing just a bit while rolling his paw, “Hm? What makes you think I’d ever accept you as a pupil? You’re much too bullheaded. Take a guess again as to what your place is.”

The hunter cursed quietly, eyes shut as he muttered, “Your palico.”

Taro stroked just a bit faster and grinned, “Not quite...Take one more guess.”

Koga groaned out just as cum poured out of that shaft and onto his chest and face, “Your pet!”

That grin stretching across his features grew just a bit, “There y’go." He then stepped around to Koga's front, both of his paws keeping those hips up by the thighs as he spat down on Koga's face, "And I own you for a few days, let's not forget that. So if I tell you to bend over for a palamute or even a monster, what do you do?"

Koga groaned, "Obey and wag my ass like an animal in heat."

"Good." Tora purred.

He planted his foot on the spot where he spat, pressing just a bit. To his surprise, Koga opened his mouth to let a soft tongue out to slide against his foot. Such a thing caused him to shudder and he immediately had a better idea for that tongue. Pulling his foot away, he brought his hips down to crouch while planting his rear over the hunter's mouth. It didn't take long before he felt the hunter lapping away at his sweaty ass and balls, didn't take long before he could see the hunter's cock twitching with arousal from the situation. That was right, he owned this mighty hunter, owned this self-proclaimed powerhouse as nothing more than a pet. It would be fun to break him in for the next few days. Of course, he could also be nice to his new friend. For just a few more moments he enjoyed the position of a king on his throne before lifting himself up and letting the hunter's body drop to the futon

Tora breathed out, heat pouring from his body, "Doing all right there?"

A sigh came in response from Koga, "Sore but in love."

He chuckled and shook his head, "That's the alcohol. We'll see what you think when you wake up. Now let's get to sleep."

Together, they prepared for bed, except, it was mostly Taro getting ready for bed. Koga settled on the futon almost immediately while Taro shut off the lanterns and made sure there were no active fires in the home, he even got a damp cloth to wipe the cum from Koga’s body before sliding onto the futon next to the hunter. They laid there front to front, the hunter’s arm coming around his shoulders to tug him closer and he allowed it. More than just allowing it, he purred and planted kisses on Koga’s chest, eyes shut as he slowly began to drift to sleep. His paws found their place at the hunter’s hips, squeezing gently to remind himself that he had something nice to wake up to, and more than that, to remind himself that he had made a new companion today.