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Hunter Manuscript - Coda's Hunting Reports (Astera Volume) Zorpernorper

Summary:

When Coda arrived in the New World as part of the Sixth Fleet, they never expected to be the only survivor off of the shipwreck. After the Sapphire Star's rise to fame there had been no need for another fleet to enter the New World, but nevertheless, Coda was part of it. To survive and become an efficient hunter, Coda must take advantage of the unique perception the monsters seem to have of them. After all, why spend hours shooting the monster when you could find common ground with it? Who knows, maybe you'll let it spend hours shooting in you.
This story is a retrieved manuscript of Coda's experiences in the New World, complete with drawings and in-between entries. Non-porn chapters will be short.

Notes:

As always I believe it's worth noting that I do not condone violence or sexual relations with real animals. These are fictional beings with fictional brains and fictional dicks. That being said, if you choose to remain, I hope you enjoy my little passion project.

Chapter 1: Day One - Shipwreck

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DAY 1

- Shipwreck -

I was one of the lucky ones that night. While the majority of my crewmates had died, I still ended up ashore, my clothing destroyed and a few of my ribs cracked. Of course, our kind are more resilient than those living outside the Frontier; one of their people wouldn't have had a chance at survival in my situation.

I can hardly remember what the trek to Astera was like. I remember the pain of my bleeding body, alongside the desperate want to survive. I at least wanted to see my Palico again.

The monsters of the New World were notorious for their unpredictable behavior. It was the first thing I was warned about when I initially joined the Sixth Fleet. My chances of survival in a place like this are in the single digits if I can't learn to adapt in time. That also includes putting myself first when it's necessary. An adventurer and her Handler had stumbled upon a small grove full of Jagras about an hour after I'd woken up ashore. They were not as fast as I was, and, unfortunately, I couldn't do anything for them. I'll need to report their deaths to the Commander. Had I remained to fend off the Jagras I would have just become another casualty. I don't even have a weapon.

Many had decided to avoid entering the new world after the Sapphire Star and his confidante, the Rose of Winter, had made a famous name for themselves for their dominating success in the New World. I was told many times I would need to find a way to uniquely assist the Guild if they were to keep me employed on the continent.

Not much later I was given another example of just how dangerous this new, unclaimed territory was. I was forced to run under an Anjanath that had captured a Great Jagras between its jaws, easily breaking it and slamming its body about in rage. I thanked that Jagras in my head a hundred times.

The Commander, unsurprisingly, was astounded to see me alive. I reported each death I saw, and in return I was granted hospitality within the reaches of Astera in a comfy single room.

My Palico, Malique, was alive and well, waiting for me with a variety of starter weapons salvaged from the back corners of Astera's weapon stock.

For now, however, I think I'd like to rest for the remainder of the night. Then I suppose I'll be getting right to work.

End of Entry.

Chapter 2: Day Two - Jagras

Summary:

Coda undertakes their first hunt and runs into a very desperate pack of Jagras.

Notes:

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DAY 2

- Jagras -

Jagras Hunt Field Notes:

Threat Class: F

Note: Dangerous in large groups. Be wary of pack tactics. Hide from the Great Jagras if it arrives.

Quest Duration: 2 days

Body Length: 437.5 cm/187.2 in

Penis Length/Girth: 12 in. long/3.7 in. thick

The day after I'd arrived in Astera I was met with a variety of starter quests to test my mettle as a New World hunter. I had been given a wide variety of classes on strategies for hunting monsters, and I suppose these quests were all tests for those strategy classes. You were lucky to escape most of these quests alive if you were fresh meat out of the Old World.

Still, I had come here for a reason. I strapped on a set of leather armor, arming my Palico with a small hammer, departing with a Switch Axe over my back. Its swinging motion would be critical for crowd control.

The most important part of hunting a monster is understanding its core behaviors. Jagras, for example, prefer to hunt in large packs of mostly males, the females remaining closer to the leader of the pack: The Great Jagras. Not only was the Great Jagras the largest and most dangerous of the pack, but the females that kept him protected were stronger and easier to aggravate than the males.

Still, I prayed I would only run into a hunting pack of males as I headed back out into the expanse of the Ancient Forest, tracing my steps back to the grove where my peer had been torn apart. Revoltures circled the skies and picked at miniscule bits of flesh that clung to their bones. The rest had been taken by the Jagras.

I wasn't surprised to still see the pack in question remaining around the area; they would await their Pack Leader to confirm their kill and give a portion of their injested food to him and the females. It was their primary directive and only purpose among the pack, given the Leader was the only one allowed to mate.

The Jagras were split into 4 distinct groups with 4 Jagras each, totaling 16 in the grove. The first group scoured for insects along the surface of a nearby tree, while the others slept uneasily on the outer ring. I imagined my best route would be to eliminate the sleeping Jagras before confronting the awake and alert tree scavengers. My legs shook with anxiety as I proceeded through the luscious undergrowth, until at last I was only 6 or 7 feet away from the first four. I was frustrated to find this group tightly bundled together, with their tails and bodies intertwined to sense the movement between each creature and conserve warmth. I had to eliminate them all at once, or risk alerting the other 12 Jagras in the area at once.

As I lifted my axe I wondered what had brought me here. I'm not sure why. I brought it down atop the head of the first Jagras, attempting to slice through the side of the second. I wasn't aware just how durable these smaller monsters were. I created a massive gash along the neck of the first, causing it to wake at once and begin thrashing as it choked on its own blood. Immediately its comrades undid the knot their group formed, snapping at my hands to get me to back away. Nevertheless, the Jagras I had struck died within 30 seconds, its packmates flicking their tongues out at the blood that seeped from its flesh.

I can't be sure, even now, if that had been the worst possible outcome. Of course, I could have missed, but 15 Jagras isn't any more manageable than 16.

I believe now that my fatal mistake was immediately turning to run away. As I stumbled toward the bush I had previously hid within, one of the Jagras leapt at me, hooking its razor sharp claws on the edges of my armor. The sudden weight immediately sent me to the floor, my Switch Axe sliding down into the center of the grove.

The Jagras immediately attempted to rip off the plate covering my shoulder as the other three surrounded me, hissing and nipping at my limbs to keep me still. I should have fought back, but I supposed part of me had already accepted that I was going to die.

Unsurprisingly the other 3 groups were immediately alerted, and before I knew what was going on I was completely surrounded by angry male Jagras. The one atop me finally managed to rip my shoulder pad off, throwing it aside before sinking its teeth deep into my shoulder. I let out a shout of pain and alarm, trying to kick the Jagras off of me. Its weight held me prone no matter which movement I made, and I was rapidly beginning to panic.

To my astonishment, I was still alive when I gained the courage to open my eyes. Of course, the Jagras had taken good shots at different pieces of my armor, finding the weak points and breaking the latches. All I reasonably had were my clothes, just basic garments that helped with chafing. That, however, mattered very little to me compared to what I next noticed. The Jagras surrounding me had fully erect penises with strangely sharp form, the shape of it only getting larger until the tip honed the penis down to a point. I'm not sure why I'm writing it with such detail, but I suppose my feelings after the event might have something to do with it. Their cocks twitched with excitement as their spadelike tongues darted in and out of their mouths to search for new scents in the air.

I shuddered in horror, realizing why I had been granted almost otherworldly mercy. They saw me as an object useful for satisfying their needs. Now that I had killed one of them, I was going to be given the treatment I deserved.

Immediately I began to thrash, trying to pull myself out from beneath the Jagras that remained to pin me down, its teeth immediately burying themselves into the back of my neck. As I struggled the Jagras began to dart in once more, snagging and tearing large segments of my clothing. I found myself shuddering as my skin grew cold against the open air. Once they had torn off enough of my clothing to leave me vulnerable, the Jagras atop me dismounted, hissing in my ear as his swift body passed by me.

Now I was surrounded by 15 fully erect Jagras, all locked onto the sight of my naked body, their tongues catching the smell of my pussy from 6 feet away. I knew I should have done something, but my body wouldn't move. I was trembling and the most terrified I had ever been in my entire life, yet my hands remained planted on the floor.

By the time I even had the courage to look behind me a Jagras worked up the nerve to mount me, its claws scrabbling over my shoulders attempting to find a good grip. Once its claws had gashed my shoulders it slipped down and hooked onto my bare thighs, still shakily clinging to the small remainder of what was once my pants. The Jagras buried its reptilian hands between my legs as it hunched its back, beginning to frantically stab at my backside with its erect penis in an attempt to penetrate. I knew it was bound to catch eventually, so I just bit my lip and waited. Eventually the Jagras was successful, letting out a hiss as it caught and pistoned its entire cock into my entrance, the ridges along the penis interlocking with my inner walls, creating a difficult exit.

The ridges were malleable enough to slowly slip past each bump within me as the Jagras drew back its hips for another vicious thrust. I let out a strained moan as the Jagras forced its cock out a few inches, attempting to adjust to the shape of my significantly smaller body.

I remember begging for it to stop as it began to force its cock in and out fast enough to pull on my walls in a fashion that sent aching waves through my abdomen.

It certainly didn't take long for my arms to grow weary of holding the weight of both me and the massive reptile, giving way and landing me face first in the undergrowth. I groaned loudly as the Jagras was given more leverage to fuck me, its tongue flicking out and savoring the taste of the sweat that coated my neck.

By then the Jagras around me had begun to lose their patience, encroaching on me and trapping me in a ring of 4 or 5 reptiles. My face was abruptly forced off of the ground as one Jagras used its teeth to grab hold of my hair and hold me up. Another approached, appreciatively hopping up and fastening its claws into my shoulders as it aimlessly stabbed its cock at my mouth. I couldn't move my head at all with the grip the Jagras had on me and with each stabbing motion my will to resist became weaker.

After what felt like an eternity I reluctantly opened my mouth and allowed the Jagras to force its way into my throat. My eyes rolled back in my head as my jaw began to ache around its pulsing cock. The Jagras behind me considered this a signal to begin fucking me harder, its hips pivoting and trembling as my back bowed under its weight.

To my horror I began to realize how much I was enjoying this. I had never been fucked this ravenously, with this much ferocity. My body trembled with each thrust the Jagrases made on both sides, fucking my helpless body as though I was nothing more than an object for their pleasure.

And I liked thinking about that.

Before I knew what I was doing I was extending my hand to the Jagras that held my hair, my hand feeling down its abdomen, trying to find its cock. When I located it I gently wrapped my hand around it, slowly stroking its cock as I shook.

I gasped loudly as the Jagras behind me slammed its cock deep inside me, using its talons to rub its base against my pussy. As it rocked its body back and forth, hot jets of cum sprayed with surprising force into my womb, causing me to shudder against the cock buried deep in my throat.

The Jagras chirped happily as it swiftly forced its dick out of my aching pussy, lapping at the tender flesh as its spunk slowly spewed out of me.

I felt like I was on fire.

It backed away as a fourth Jagras nudged it aside, sniffing between my legs curiously. I suppose it considered me a worthy mate, because it immediately mounted me, its cock teasing at my aching entrance as it attempted to force its way in. This time when it caught and shoved all the way inside me I let out a muffled, desperate moan. My clit was aching with need for attention, and the ache in my throat was beginning to feel more pleasurable than painful. My hand snuck its way between my legs as the Jagras began sloppily jamming its cock into my pussy, its tongue hanging out as it mindlessly chased its own pleasure.

I rubbed my clit as the Jagras fucking my mouth suddenly hooked its claws into my hair, shoving its dick all the way down my throat, cutting off my breathing entirely. It let out a hiss as it sprayed its cum down my throat, its cock pulsing as it released tension from the creature. It bucked a few more times as I swallowed its spunk, tears pouring down my face as it ruined me.

As it pulled out the Jagras behind me reared its head, bucking up into me with a ferocity I hadn't expected. Its base, now coated with juices, slapped against my thighs loudly, meeting with my strained moans.

I felt humiliated. What would happen if another hunter found me here, being surrounded and raped by the weakest monster in the New World?

To my surprise, something about that thought turned me on even more. They might watch me writhing here, rubbing my own clit as monsters ravaged my helpless body.

I wonder what the Commander would think.

I tightened my grip on the Jagras's cock as it slowly released my hair, pulling me closer to its abdomen. It gave a low growl as it forced me to turn my attention to its twitching member. This was no request, I knew that. It was a demand.

Obediently I opened my mouth and allowed the Jagras to use its talons to force me down onto its cock, already wet with fluids after I had pleasured it with just my hands.

Horrifyingly enough I began to get used to the feeling of the Jagras's spearlike cock stabbing deep into my throat, my tongue rubbing up against its smooth edges in an attempt to pleasure it. My moans came in more often as desperate squeaks during the moment of air I was given between thrusts. My shoulders trembled as the Jagras behind me pounded my pussy with strength and muscle behind it, forcing me further onto the Jagras in my throat each time it impaled me on its cock.

At this point the other pack members were beginning to grow impatient with their comrades, beginning to nip and even bite at the two currently fucking me, hissing for their turn. When each Jagras refused to move, another darted in, grabbing the one behind me by its nape, dragging it away with a snarl. It took its first opportunity to mount me, desperately attempting to sleeve its cock inside me before the others could force it off. I whined as it caught and shoved all the way in, the Jagras beginning to rapidly swing its hips to force its dick out of me for another ruthless thrust. Each time its pointy head slammed into my cervix I could feel my other organs moving to accomodate to the monster shoving its penis into my smaller body.

The others immediately began to nip at its legs, trying to encourage it to move and allow another access to my trembling body to be used as nothing but a fucktoy. They wanted their turn. Still, this Jagras remained, thrusting with vigor as it panted for air.

This one came much quicker, my stomach beginning to ache from the amount of cum that had been jetted into me on both ends. My pussy yearned for a moment of rest, the entrance stinging after being stretched so viciously. I sighed as the Jagras's cock pumped its semen deep inside me, listening happily to the beast's purring as I submitted to the facefucking the other Jagras was giving me.

Too soon this Jagras was ripped from my body, its cock spurting out cum all over my thighs and ass as it was forced to make way for others.

As the spot opened up the Jagrases nipped and growled at each other, unable to settle who would next be given the right to use me.

Another gave a confident hiss, leaping over its comrades and mounting me. When it was immediately met with protest it grew distracted, aiming its sloppy thrusts further up my body. I shrieked as its tip suddenly shoved into my ass, the Jagras immediately shoving its hips against me to force the entire thing inside before I could escape, its teeth sinking into my hair to keep me still. My ass had never even been touched in this way before, and the sudden intrusion made my ass sting. My vision started to blur as the Jagras began to pound my ass as though it meant nothing. It was just another fuck hole.

After that the events start to blur for me. All I really remember was the feeling of cum being jetted down my throat as my asshole was completely ruined.

My vision cleared a bit more when the Jagras forced its cock out of me, slowly spurting hot spunk into my ass, coating my insides. The Jagrases were now far too focused on fighting over who would get to fuck my pussy that none of them noticed my mouth was free. I decided not to remind them, whimpering as another hooked its claws into my thighs, desperately impaling me on its cock, my pussy squeezing its unnatural girth so tight it hurt my muscles.

I began to rub my clit faster, moaning louder as its wet shaft appeared and disappeared into my flesh, its astounding girth showing a slight lump in my lower abdomen. This time the Jagras used its tail to swat away anyone who got too close, holding my nape between its teeth as it brutally pounded me, its predatory eyes flicking about aimlessly as the creature overloaded itself with pleasure.

As it fucked me I began to realize how overwhelmed I was becoming. I wanted it to fuck me faster. Fuck me harder. I found myself desperately grinding back against its cock to intensify the impact when it had finished stuffing me. My tongue hung out of my mouth as its ridges tugged on my inner walls, pressing all the right buttons.

My body twitched wildly as the Jagras reared, fucking my pussy with long, swift strides, jamming its cock deep within me as it jetted what felt like another liter of cum straight into me. I groaned loudly as it, too, was forced out of me, only to be replaced by yet another massive Jagras cock.

I thrashed a bit as my pussy began to ache more and more, but I was becoming too dizzy. Events began to blur together, and I hardly felt any pain when I was used again and again by all 15 Jagrases.

When I awoke, most of the Jagrases had gone, leaving one behind that desperately pounded my asshole, its teeth lodged in my shoulder. All I could do was let out a small whimper as it fucked away the remainder of my dignity. The stark taste of cum was all I could really taste, and my stomach ached from all the Jagras spunk that filled both my ass and pussy. Even now I can't know how many more times they'd fucked me, but it had gotten noticeably darker since I'd began this mission.

I'd departed in the morning, and now it was nearer to midnight.

I bit my lip as the final Jagras sprayed its cum deep into my bowels, hissing and licking at the sweat that coated my hair. It ripped itself out abruptly, pulling me along with it for only a moment before it slid out of me, leaving me feeling strangely empty after so long.

It scampered off, leaving me alone, covered in my own fluids, shivering as the night descended upon the forest.

I had enjoyed it. Why?

There's no way to be sure, but part of me misses the feeling.

I lay there in the grotto for what felt like hours before I finally heard human voices from afar. It seems they'd sent a manned Palico wagon to check on my status, now that I'd reached the time advisory on my hunt. At first, when they saw me, they only stared. I can only imagine what they must've thought. They hurriedly lifted me onto the cart, rushing me back to Astera to have me urgently treated.

The medic of Astera told me that he rarely saw monsters become sexually violent with hunters, and that my case was the first he'd seen in a long time.

Despite his efforts to appear professional, he clearly found what had happened to me to be absurdly hot. His efforts to scoop the monster cum out of my pussy turned into him slowly fingering me whilst attempting to drawl on about monster behavior to justify how long he had been playing between my legs, his other hand groping the bulge in his pants.

Honestly, at this point I found myself wanting more. As he shoved his fingers back inside me I grabbed him by his tie and asked him to fuck me.

He was flustered at first, but it didn't take him long to desperately rip off his clothes. He'd assured me that using his cock would be much more effective at removing the specimen than his digits, still trying to find a way to explain away his desire to fuck my wet, cum-filled pussy. Of course, I've had my ventures with plenty of people among the Guild members, but after what had been done to me I was simply desperate to be filled. I had been changed.

I whimpered loudly enough for the people outside the medic's office to hear me whimpering as he plunged his cock in and out of me, eventually pouring his own cum into me, adding it to what little remained of the Jagras cum in my pussy and ass. He managed to extract a good enough amount of it for me to sell it to replace my equipment. To my surprise, given all monsters are almost never seen having intercourse, the stuff was valuable. It was ten times the value per ounce than Jagras hide was. Though some vendors wouldn't take it, it certainly fascinated the Research Center, and they bought it off of me for extra zenny, as long as I promised to attempt more ventures such as these in the future. Ironically, the worst thing to happen to me by far has turned out to be in my favor.

I don't know what attracts these ferocious creatures to force themselves on me, but I suppose I might as well use it, especially if it's going to help me survive in this place.

End of Entry.

Chapter 3: Day 3 - Reputation

Summary:

Coda learns they're not the only one.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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DAY 3

- Reputation -

By the time I'd awoken the next morning and sought out a morning meal, I instantly knew that tales of my violent excursion with the Jagras last night had spread like a Teostra's flamepowder. This was a first for anyone in both the Old World and New World. The idea alone baffled me, given how easily those monsters forced themselves on me. As I ate, my body ached viciously, and I silently cursed myself for how much I enjoyed that pain.

Of course, at this point, no one had the courage to actually come face to face with me and ask me questions. Some stared with horrified glimmers in their eyes, and some had a gaze filled with shame and arousal. Either way, I decided to avoid eye contact with most people. When I had finished my meal I immediately sought out my training room. All I need is a little time to be isolated.

My heart sunk as a Handler approached me. Right.. My Handler survived the wreck as well, I suppose. I'm not very familiar with her, and even now my chest tightens with the pressure her gaze sets on me.

However, instead of mocking me she took my hand and allowed me to lead her to the training room, my cheeks burning red as hundreds of pairs of eyes followed us right until the door has shut.

Malique sits on my bed, polishing his weapon for the next hunt. He looks up at me and frowns, but says nothing as my Handler faces me, ready to speak at last.

"I know what you must be thinking," I choke out at last. "That I'm some kind of whore. Especially since I sold the semen."

The girl looks me up and down a moment, her brilliant grey eyes flicking about the room as if to ensure another Hunter hadn't camouflaged against the floorboards.

A bitter tension hangs in the air as I anticipate mockery, a small sigh leaving my throat as the Handler continues to observe me.

"There are a lot of things the Research Commission doesn't know," the Handler murmurs at last. "That goes for the Hunters as well."

Her statement rings throughout my head for a moment before I can begin to comprehend what she's telling me. "Wait, so.. There are other people that have been fucked by monsters?"

The Handler's mouth twists a bit into a grin. "More than anyone could possibly know. No one knows why, but some people like yourself just.. Attract them. I'm glad you found out sooner rather than later, or it was going to be significantly harder to explain.

"You see, the monsters in the New World have become impossibly aggressive. They gore our Hunters beyond recognition. Past what our medicine is capable of healing. But wierdly enough, some Hunters live from their attacks, which take a completely different approach. Violating them. Breeding with them. If our theories are correct, they want to make these chosen ones one of them."

I nearly fall over as the Handler finishes her speech. Impossible. Monsters and humans? Why, why would they possibly want to use mating to overcome the Research Commission?

"I'm a bit better at doing the paperwork, so the others don't know, but there are people in the Old World that worship sex with monsters as something extremely sacred. At this rate, it's hard to know if they seek world domination or magical connection. I was once a member of this church, where I was offered the opportunity to mate with a monster. Would you say you agree with the fact that the experience was altogether positive for you? Despite the wounds they opened? Despite the soreness?"

I reluctantly nod, prodding the wrapped cuts along my arm. "So you're saying mating with monsters could be a good thing?"

The Handler grins at me. "That's the thing. We don't know yet, but there is a subdivision of the Research Commission that came from that church with me. They want to find out. Unfortunately, that means that this will be my recommended approach as your Handler. I will clear up all your paperwork and I'll ensure the sales to the fourth fleet are completely private. But we need to know what's going on with these monsters. If they want to take us over, we have to know what they want and take it away. But your secret is safe with me and your Palico. I can even join you on the occasional mission if you'd like."

Despite the bewilderment that wreaks havoc throughout my brain, my body is sure of what it wants, like I was made for this. I slowly nod. "I don't need you to keep anything secret. I'd rather my fellow Hunters know the truth."

My Handler chuckles. "That you're a whore?"

I nod once more. "That I'm a whore."

Notes:

New chapter soon XO
- Zeph

Chapter 4: Day 4 - Kestodon

Summary:

Coda is determined to fill their role as the Commission's chosen fucktoy for monsters of all kinds. Their next mission is to confront a group of three male Kestodons that recently lost their female.

Notes:

PROJECT NOTE: In this universe, Palicoes have no weird accent and usually stand at a height of 5-6 feet. Basically think regular Palico but person-sized. They're great assistants for hunts and relationships with them are not unheard of since they can consent and experience love.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Day 4

- Kestodon -

Threat Class: E

Note: Slightly territorial, mostly passive, very protective of females.

Quest Duration: 2 days

Body Length: 524.4 cm/206.5 in

Penis Length/Girth: 10.5 in. length/4 in. girth

I was less than surprised to receive a mission about a band of Kestodon that had just lost their last female for my next mission. For a Hunter without my new special approach this mission would be a death sentence. If a Kestodon pack loses their female, they will rage until their very last breath. The hope of this mission is to subdue them long enough to allow hunting preparations to continue in the area. As I step out onto the dock to take a Noisos down to the Wasteland, the lead of the Research Center rests his hand on my shoulder. "Your extraction method on your first sale was poor. Have someone else extract it for you or don't bother sending us samples."

Malique glances knowingly at me as I nod, whistling for a creature to come pick me up. I hang on tight as the creature soars high across the sky and slowly lands down near the Spire, allowing me to release myself and Malique.

Immediately my Scoutflies begin gathering over the body of a newly butchered Hunter, his eyes rolled backward in his skull as he lays impaled on one of the sharp spire rocks. His body is covered in gorey bludgeoning wounds.

A shiver runs through me as I kneel down to investigate his body. His face is frozen in an expression of horror, and for a moment my heart hurts for him.

According to the Research Commission, the Sixth Fleet was organized and sent to the New World after the monsters that called it home began to show signs of strength and aggressiveness that the Commission had never seen before. A simple hunt for a pack of Jagras became something out of the question for a new recruit, who would be no match for their intelligent dodging motions.

And that's just what it is, I think as I stand back up, it's their minds. They're becoming more and more aware of the hunters that control them and are beginning to retaliate. For most that means a gory, painful end. But for me, I suppose it means being fucked until I can no longer stand on my own.

I grow wet at the thought, despite my own shame, and I'm reminded of my encounter with my Handler, Sheilah, the night I met her. I was chosen to play this role among the elaborate system the Commission has laid out for years. Perhaps not such a brave cause to most, but one that makes my head spin at the thought.

The scoutflies pick up the scent of the Kestodon pack immediately, creating a glowing green path for me into the transition area between the Wildspire and the Ancient Forest.

As I enter a shallow dip in the path covered by a massive sandstone bridge, I see the Kestodon almost immediately. There are three of them, all alert at once, traversing around their territory and marking as often as possible. Eventually, they will venture out to another pack and destroy it, taking the females for themselves. But it seems now they are focused on keeping their land on lockdown. Not exactly a prime environment for hunting setups.

I smell the mark as soon as I cross over the border, hunching down as shivers run through my body. Even my instincts know damn well I should have never set foot in here.

The Kestodon notice me immediately and begin to circle me. From the notches and scars over their strong, stony flesh, I can tell these are old and experienced warriors. One is missing an eye, another is missing a chunk of its beak and are covered in long, clean scars. All the same, they will rip me apart in seconds if I remain here.

Before I can even begin to draw my sword the one-eyed Kestodon charges straight for me, its horned crest covered in sharp protrusions. It slams the round, blunt part of its head straight into my stomach, knocking the wind clean from me. I wheeze, collapsing onto my back, dropping my sword, trying to recover as quickly as possible.

What if Sheilah was wrong? What if the Jagras just needed to take their frustration out on something? Are these Kestodon going to gore me alive?

I cover my mouth as the one eyed Kestodon plants its foot on my hip, leaning over me and investigating my smaller body. After a moment it gives a distressed roar, digging its claws into my body.

I try to hold myself completely still as the Kestodon runs its muzzle over my stomach and chest, drinking in my scent with its massive nostrils. It gives a few long inhales and exhales before its grip relaxes at all, the Kestodon redirecting its scent towards the sopping mess between my legs, my juices already having soaked through the slender fabric that make up my pants.

It's clear that the Kestodon is intrigued by the scent of my arousal, its large, round tongue slowly exiting its mouth to attempt a taste at the strange liquid.

I whimper as its tongue sloppily runs over my inner thighs and brushes against my pants, picking up traces of the liquid.

It seems to interpret this positively, because it raises its head and makes a few calls to the others, beckoning them closer. They watch me warily, their eyes full of distrust and caution.

After taking a few breaths I slowly slip my shield off of my arm, leaving me completely unarmed save for the knife on my back. My pussy quivers at the sight of the one eyed Kestodon eyeing me with hunger.

I try to lay my head back as it curiously dips its head down, nibbling at the thin fabric that covers my cunt. For the form-fitting molars along the Kestodon's mouth, breaking through the seam is easy. I feel its lips run along my bare pussy lips and I gasp, closing my legs a bit on instinct.

The Kestodon pulls away, making small alarm sounds as the group begins to circle me, their nostrils repeatedly flaring and relaxing as they take in the rich scent of my juices.

As I watch them walk around me I realize Malique has positioned himself above me, nervously watching the Kestodon circling me. He meets my gaze, mewing a warning.

"Roll over!" he meows. "Stand like their female would!"

I narrow my eyes at him as I realize what exactly his intentions are. He wants to watch me be raped by all three of these creatures. With him up there I risk him drawing the attention of other hunters to me as well.

Fine , I think. Stay up there and get eaten by a Diablos. See if I care.

Still, I decide to follow Malique's advice, slowly rolling onto my stomach, propping my hips up a bit, looking over my shoulder at the Kestodon. The scarred Kestodon gives a few warning calls as their youngest approaches me, its nostrils sniffing between my legs.

I whimper as its tongue flicks out and drags along the length of my pussy, collecting the plentiful juices before going back in for another lick.

The feel of its massive, textured tongue against my clit makes me feel like I'm on fire, my legs shaking and wobbling as its tongue digs into grooves and crevices I didn't even know I had.

It's by now that I notice the other two Kestodon have circled around my front, their cocks beginning to protrude from their sheathes, wet and prepared for the pack's first mating ritual in who knows how long.

The one eyed Kestodon moves up on my right side to sniff at my pussy as the youngest continues to lap. At this angle, I'm looking straight up at its cock, twitching as it fully emerges from the sheathe, elaborately ribbed and segmented, each segment ending in a shelf that's bound to catch on my inner walls. The thought of it makes me feel hot, and I inch my face closer to inspect the creature's cock.

It seems to notice my curiosity, planting its feet and standing up a bit taller to allow my head underneath it. Sitting on my hands I just barely come to head-level with it, making it completely possible for the beast to rut into my throat.

Deciding I want to proceed with this experiment, I lean my head forward and run my tongue along the one-eyed Kestodon's sandstone-colored cock. Instead of making sounds of alarm the Kestodon leans into my motions, giving me complete access to its cock, hanging right in front of my mouth.

I only have a moment to open my mouth before the Kestodon's small arms are grabbing at the back of my head, trying to force me down onto its cock. I don't dare resist, allowing the Kestodon to spear its throbbing dick into my aching mouth, whimpers rising in my throat as the youngest Kestodon continues to lap.

Tears fill my eyes as the one eyed Kestodon humps my face, letting out small grunts of pleasure as its cock grows larger in my mouth, threatening to force its way into my throat to make me take the whole thing.

It almost comes as a relief when the youngest Kestodon finally loses its patience, ripping off what remains of my pants and panties, leaving me exposed to the desert air.

I shudder, trying to adjust my hips to adjust for the violent fucking I'm about to receive.

The younger Kestodon moves up behind me, leaning over me as it attempts to stab its cock into my cunt, the spearhead of its penis jabbing against my thighs and ass as it searches for a way in. The scarred Kestodon looks on in frustration for a moment, before puffing and knocking the youngest away, settling over my smaller body, its hips moving from side to side with a precision that is starkly intimidating to me.

It only takes a few jabs for the Kestodon to find its mark, forcing its hips forward to make sure each and every segmented piece of its cock gets buried in my cunt.

The sheer size of it makes my stomach hurt, the rounded head smashing up against my cervix and pressing it further into my body, demanding more space to violate me. I let out a hushed groan that quickly disappears as the one eyed Kestodon begins properly fucking my face, never letting me more than an inch or two off of the base as the entire girth fills my throat again and again, warranting tearful gags that are so forceful I'm surprised I haven't thrown up.

Still, the only thing that remains in my mind is how much pleasure I'm experiencing. The Kestodons' thrusts are jagged and uneven, implying an urgency that is seen commonly in sex-deprived creatures. People, too.

For a moment I think about what I'm going to look like when I go back home. Certainly I won't be seeing the Commission's medic for this, given he corrupted my samples, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to visit him for 'personal' reasons.

But before my very eyes, I watch it all melt into sex as the Kestodon ruts into me, the bulge in my belly palpable. I want to be filled again and again. Nothing matters to me anymore.

Even my Palico, Malique, who stands at just a foot shorter than me, seems exceedingly interested in watching me being deduced down to a whimpering slut who knows nothing but sex. I can't see him currently with the Kestodon fucking my mouth, but I can't help but think about his cock filling me too, filling me with sticky cum.

My thoughts are interrupted as the scarred kestodon pulls fully out of my pussy, its cock making sloppy stabs at my backside as it attempts reentry. I gasp as its tip catches against my tight, sore asshole. But it's too late.

Once its cock is hooked it forces in the whole thing, refusing to part with my body again before it cums inside of me.

Unable to scream, my hands helplessly grab at the sand underneath me, my legs trembling violently and threatening to crumple under my weight.

When they do, it remains clear that the Kestodon is supporting my weight with its arms, its claws hooked around my hips to keep me at an even level for pounding.

It relentlessly fills me with its massive cock again and again, causing moments to blur together as my ass is torn to shreds. As I choke and whimper into the Kestodon's cock, I feel it twitch and throb as the creatures small humping motions become jagged.

I'm only given a second or two to brace before the Kestodon's spunk fills my mouth and throat. It lets out a growl as it ensures that every drop of cum has made its way into my mouth before it lets go, hot air puffing out of its round nostrils.

I nearly cough up all the cum in my mouth as the scarred Kestodon pounds into my ass again and again, making small pivoting motions to gain the leverage to force its thicker base into my ass. I shriek as the support of the one eyed Kestodon leaves me, dropping onto my elbows. Still, I make sure that the semen remains in my mouth.

To my relief, Malique is not far behind. He hops down from the overhang, swiftly holding a bottle underneath me. I cough it up immediately, tears welling in my eyes.

"It's okay, miss," he mews. "You're doing great. Sheila will raise your score for this for sure!"

Raising my score means being put on missions with bigger monsters. Bigger monsters with bigger cocks. I lose myself a moment in the sensation of the Kestodon pounding my ass; the sensation is bliss and agony all at once. Though I know a body of my size was never meant for a cock this huge, I can feel the dopamine rush to my head, making me dizzy.

When I next open my eyes Malique has disappeared and reappeared on the overhang, sealing the bottle of cum as he watches and waits for the other two to be finished with me.

I suppose I'm appreciative of having such a supportive Palico; such a supportive crew in general. In fact, the majority of people that have discovered my strange talent have been, at the very least, intrigued by the idea. Maybe I'm just the only one who was brave enough to do it.

From here the cocks only get bigger. I've seen male Anjanaths with cocksheathes the length of my arm… a Diablos in a mating ritual with an erect cock that was easily 12 inches in diameter. Even then they made my mouth water, but I never knew why until now.

The scarred Kestodon ruts into me a handful more times before it slowly, almost tauntingly forces each ridge of its cock into my aching ass, starting to spray hot cum deep into my bowls. All I'm able to do is keep my head up as I feel it force its way out, leaving me empty and cold as the hot desert evening fades into a sunset that cools the valley drastically.

The one eyed Kestodon lies about a foot away from me beside its scarred companion, leaning over to clean the sheathe of his massive cock. They lick each other clean as the youngest Kestodon walks up to me and huffs. There's a glimmering hunger in his eyes, a determination to seal the bond between pack and Hunter.

It walks around me in a few wide circles, slowly moving in closer to sniff at different parts of my body, taking in the taste of the sweat on my skin. As it approaches my backside it buries its muzzle between my legs, determined to find with its tongue what it could not in its first attempt at fucking me.

Predictably its tongue strikes the target almost immediately, eliciting an aching throb in my pussy that forces me to groan no matter how hard I try to keep myself quiet. It strokes its tongue through my slit, using its tongue to map out the intricate folds of my pussy. It pulls itself out, its nostrils flaring at the strong scent of my arousal.

Given this Kestodon's youth, its cock stands longer and wider than its elders, its balls swollen with fertility, awaiting any opportunity to fuck a female that arises.

It positions itself over me, its small arms grasping at my soft flesh as its cock pokes between my legs, attempting to follow the path it had already mapped out. I cry out as its cockhead finds its target, filling me with 6 inches of cock in a fourth of a second. Unlike the other Kestodon, the youngest gives me no time to adjust. It begins humping me immediately, its strong hips forcing its cock to its base within my cunt before I can even process how big it is.

Stronger muscles allow the Kestodon to rut with a strength that makes my entire body jolt, its tip striking my cervix as his hips pivot, his cock forcing its way deeper into my pussy. Feeling my pussy being stretched out like this in both directions, is certainly painful. I close my eyes, loud moans escaping my mouth as the ache spreads throughout my torso. My stomach aches like crazy.

Despite this, all I can think about is the Kestodon's cum filling me, pumping liters of hot spunk into my womb. It makes my mouth water so bad my spit is collecting on the surface of the sand underneath me.

Clearly, the Kestodon isn't done with me yet. It lets out a grunt as it changes its angle, forcing me off of my knees so it can thrust its hips up into me. From there, gravity does its job for it, allowing the entirety of its cock into my guts. I helplessly grab at the arms that hold onto my sides, trying to get it to let me go, but I know I'm not going anywhere. I don't even want to.

Suddenly I'm facefirst on the ground, the Kestodon now fucking down into me, its thrusts staggering and slowly increasing in speed. My moans turn into cries as its pulsing cock fills me again and again.

The others watch with much intrigue as their youngest finally takes its rite of passage. Dominating and fucking a female is its seal to enter their pack as an equal. Clearly some kind of showoff, it doesn't spare any effort, pounding me even as its hot cum begins shooting into me, filling my womb and pussy to the point that they ache. It keeps me pinned down as it pumps the entire contents of its balls into my body, forcing its cock in and out. I can only lay there, whimpering helplessly. I look up and see my retrieval team and give a small groan as the Kestodon rips its cock out of me.

Despite the pain I want to be fucked again. I never want it to stop. Nevertheless, I can only float in and out of consciousness as the retrieval team takes me back to Astera. I only wake fully when I'm inside the limits of my own home. Malique sits beside me on the bed.

"You've been out a long time, miss," he purrs. "Are you alright?"

I take in a deep breath, nodding. "I'm good. I'm great, honestly."

"Good," comes a voice from outside my room. The lock turns and Sheila enters, carefully locking the door behind her. "You're all anyone's talking about, Coda. It's about time you woke up."

"All anyone's talking about? Why?"

Sheila chuckles, sitting next to me and placing her hand on my thigh. "Taking on that pack was heroic, especially by yourself. When people were given witness reports of how well you took cock, people were pretty much lining up to ask more questions. To be given a chance to see you."

My cheeks burn hot as my thoughts trace back to the ache between my legs. "Did you collect the samples?"

Malique answers first. "I did, they're ready to be sold, whenever you have the time, miss."

My eyes find his and I feel myself become burning hot. The idea of my Palico fingering me in my sleep, using devices to extract the spunk from my used holes, makes me so wet I have to close my legs to avoid the two seeing my stained shorts.

Sheila collects a pile of papers into a neat stack. There must be at least 300 of them.

"These are your requests. People are willing to pay good money if you can go out of your way and do simple favors for them. Some are explicitly for sex, others are workaround favors that involve you collecting semen samples from smaller monsters like the ones you've already had experience with. Even Kelbi and Noisos seem to be drawn to your scent."

My mouth drops open. "Why so many?"

"Well, when the monsters here started going crazy the trade of monster materials of any kind slowed significantly. Now that they have someone they can invest in who can safely return from every mission that uses a medically cheaper technique, they'll be looking to you to restart things here in Astera. As I said, you're all anyone spoke to me about today."

I look down between my legs at the bruises the Kestodon left me, using the pads of my fingers to prod them, aroused by even the simple ache they arouse in my body. Even now, my body hungers to be filled again, to be pleased, to be used. I had hoped that obliging with my hunger to be fucked would quell my desperation for it, but it seems to be making it a hundred times worse.

I want to be used by every person and monster that lives here. I want to be their personal fucktoy.

Notes:

New chapters coming soon, some future illustrations are already done :3
If you're interested in seeing future illustrations before chapters come out let me know if I should post them on another social media platform.

-Zeph

Chapter 5: Day 5 - Worthy

Summary:

Coda's caught the attention of the Commission's new Commander, and he wants to know if they may actually be capable of changing the hopeless scene in the modern New World.

Notes:

This chapter and the next will contain segments of Coda having graphic sex with a human (a trans man with no penis) before the Great Jagras scene is written. I intend on the Commander being a more prominent character when it comes to guiding Coda through their 'destiny'. Have fun, new chapter soon.
- Zeph

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Day 5

- The Chain of Command -

Hunters of my rank don't get called to the Commander's table very often. That said, many of my superiors are dead. The Commander's consultation table has many empty seats. Walking is hard enough, but I nearly black out as I sit down, the numerous bloody, bruised parts of my thighs and ass rearing their strangely beautiful heads. The Commander watches me through one fierce blue eye, the other removed with the right half of his face, his mouth twisted into a frown from the mottled divots where massive claws once raked across his face.

"I've been told by a few of your superiors that your unique tactics have been successful in your hunts," his eye looks me up and down. Aside from the numerous scars his face is fairly young. Usually, an older man would be standing in his place, but the Sapphire Star is the only one that remains to guide the Commission forward.

I nod fervently. "I stumbled upon something that seems to work, sir. I believe that more research into these findings could benefit the Commission."

From several feet away I can feel the heat of him. Most people I've spoken to about this are confused, disgusted or turned on. In him, I see a reflection of myself. This is as much of an art form to him as it is to me. Why wouldn't it be? His master craft brought us the head of Fatalis itself.

A wave of relief washes over me for just a moment. Only an assumption, of course, but I can't help but notice the hunger in his eyes.

Their eyes are all on me. All of the depraved thoughts I've had over the course of my life have led to these people ultimately depending on me to restore the Commission's hold on the New World. Just when the weight of it feels like it's going to crush me, the Commander's gaze shifts to the side, addressing his Admiral, the newly appointed Rose of Winter.

The silence hangs in the air long enough for my throat to begin to tighten with questions and requests for validation or comfort.

The Commander turns back to me. "Meet me in my office, we'll speak more outside the reach of eavesdroppers."

I've gone through this scenario enough times already. I know what he means to do with me, so long as I permit it. But why? What does he want from me that he couldn't get out of anyone else already fiercely devoted to his cause, like the Admiral?

What makes me so special?

The thought sticks with me as I follow behind the Commander, staring at the frayed edges of his gold embossed white cloak, topped with a black fur hood built to survive in the Commander's usual station, the Hoarfrost Reach. I can see the sweat glimmering on the cracks in his armor and I feel my stomach twist. The scent of him alone is already driving me crazy and I can feel my fluids dripping down my legs. What is wrong with me?

The Commander lets me into his living quarters, which are fairly large in terms of Astera's limited space. By the time he's turning to face me I'm already pressing my legs together to stop myself from wobbling.

He raises a brow at me. "Are you well? I understand that our medical personnel have been focused on accelerating the mending of your wounds. You should be able to stand on your own."

"Yes sir, I'm fine. Just tired is all."

He only gives me a short hm before turning away from me. Why hasn't he torn me apart yet?

"I'm sure you've already made plenty of assumptions as to why I've brought you here. Why my Palicoes are not present. Your assumption to all of those factors would most likely be correct. Put plainly, I want to test your mettle. You intrigue me, and I want to conduct an investigation of my own. Would that be okay?"

I barely let him finish his sentence before blurting out, "Yes sir! It would be an honor."

He holds a gloved hand close to his chest as he watches my desperation rise. I can't control myself no matter how hard I try.

I quietly follow him through his living quarters to his room, trying to imagine him pumping me full of spunk. My mouth waters at the thought.

Once the door is closed the silence fills my ears as I watch him take off his massive cloak and breastplate, hanging them on the mannequin. In its reflection I can see myself, standing there like a filthy whore. I'm shaking and my hair isn't any less of a mess than it was yesterday. How much more of this am I going to be able to take?

His thoughts interject me before I come to a conclusion. "Kneel."

Although his word is law, I kneel to him purely because I want to. I'm desperate to see what he will do with me. His bare hand traces my jawline and tilts my chin up so he can look at the different angles of my face like I'm a slab of meat to be butchered.

Another short hum interrupts my thoughts. "I'm sure it would be redundant to mention that your anatomy has certain limits when it comes to size. That must have crossed your mind at some point, at least."

I nod. "It has. Jagras and Kestodon are already so big.. How can I expect to be able to collect a Diablos or Rathalos sample?"

"A valid question I have asked myself many times," he begins. "What do those monsters out there expect to do with us if a Great Jagras is our reasonable limit?"

I vividly remember the sensation of the Jagras's cock spearing straight against my cervix. The pain was enough to make me see stars.

He answers before I can. "For millennia, we Hunters have resisted the domination of monsters across the Frontier. For a time we had the upper hand, then Fatalis arrived."

"Fatalis," my mouth forms the words but the sound doesn't come out of my mouth.

He runs a hand across his face. "Fatalis isn't dead."

My mouth nearly drops open as he turns to look at the stuffed head of the all-powerful dragon.

"It's fake."

Questions come faster than emotions, so I turn to him. "Then what happened? If Fatalis isn't dead, what does it want?"

"I don't know," the Commander replies. "When myself and the Admiral were up against it, we barely stood a chance whatsoever. My comrades died painful deaths that day. That dragon left me with a message I will never forget.

"Only the worthy survive."

He turns back to me as he begins to undo his belt. "Does that saying hold any significance to you, Soldier?"

"It was repeated to me many times during training, sir," I reply, trying to ignore the jolt of excitement that runs through me as he throws off his undergarment shirt, revealing a bold, muscly chest. Underneath each pectoral is a very small scar line that I can't help but notice. No monster could have caused that wound.

Nevertheless I stay silent as I watch him pace about the room, stopping by a small table to pick up what seems to be some kind of harness. Instead of taking off the underwear that conceals his cock, he pulls the harness around his legs and tightens the straps so it hangs about his hips. I watch in awe as he opens a cabinet to various different casts of monsterous cocks. They only go up to a certain reasonable size, but there's a particular one near the back with a girth that must be 5 inches that's making my mouth water. He pulls out a long, thick, smooth appendage that's been colored pink, slipping it through the loop on the harness.

Only then does it really occur to me what he's doing. He's going to fuck me with that strap on. The pieces seem to fall into motion as he approaches me, walking in neat circles that deeply remind me of my training.

"Chin up, soldier," he commands. He's met with immediate obedience without question, as I angle my head up to meet his gaze.

"You've given me hope that we might one day overcome the tyranny of Fatalis and all that it does to the monsters we hunt. But first, I must discover if you are worthy."

"Worthy?" I choke out, feeling tiny in comparison to the looming figure over me. Before I can ask any more questions his hand is in my hair, holding me close to the stiff casted cock. Like a good little slut I open my mouth, trailing my tongue up and down the sides of the smooth shaft to give it enough lubricant for the Commander to fuck my throat.

I've never been so thrilled.

The Commander pulls me away from the cock to inspect my face before he decimates it, before pressing the tip up to my lips, waiting expectantly for me to allow him inside.

My hands desperately rub my thighs as I open my mouth for him, barely able to contain myself. He wants to train me to fuck the larger monsters. He wants to make me worthy of Fatalis.

Notes:

I haven't expected so many people to give this story love. Thank you guys fr 🙏

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