Tsukino

You and your Palico, Tsukino, are pushing through the undergrowth of the ancient forest, following the deep footprints of an Anjanath in the jungle mud. Tsukino leads the way with her keen Felyne senses, and as you both duck under branches and push aside broad ferns, your eyes can't help but be drawn to the flick of her tail. And the sway of her hips. And the round, perky, soft rear beneath...

But Tsukino's sharp feline eyes and swiveling cat-ears don't miss much. She looks back at you with smug smirk and a half-lidded, knowing gaze. Diverting along a new direction, she leads you on a detour through a thick curtain of stiff roots. Her tiny form easily slips through, leaving you to shove and crack the woody roots aside.

You burst into a small grassy clearing with sunlight dappling across a clear pool. But you aren't given long to admire it— Suddenly, small yet bold paws shove your hips back against the gnarled bark of an ancient tree and seize the tent at the front of your pants that still hasn't subsided from your earlier oogling. "You've been looking at my ass more than the trail, hunter. It's dangerous to be distracted out here, you know." Tsukino strokes and rubs, her soft pawpads warm through the cloth of your pants. "So... We'll have to do something about this before we move on."

"And I know you're thinking about picking me up and sliding me onto your big. Human. Dick. Like I'm your little Palicock-sleeve," she purrs as she gives you a firm squeeze to punctuate each word. "And it's hot as fuck."

The distant boom of thunder rolls across the Windward Plains as a towering wall of airborne sand looms on the horizon. It's the inclement season and one of the Plain's notoriously ferocious sand-and-thunder storms is fast approaching.

His seikret squawks indignantly as the Hunter urges it on with his heels toward the nearest pop-up camp. His loyal Palico companion and scout, Tsukino, sits ahead of him in the saddle, her small body bouncing in his lap. Something's been off about her, he reflects. Ordinarily she's keenly aware of everything around her, but today Tsukino has been withdrawn and preoccupied. Even now, she's staring ahead fixedly, straddling the saddle stiffly, and all he can see if the back of her purple hood.

But there hasn't been time to talk about it, with the storm coming on. They trot into the hollow of the small camp and he reins the seikret to a halt. Tsukino wastes no time, leaping to the ground and darting into the tent. The Hunter frowns after her for a moment before swinging his leg over the big feathery raptor and dismounting. He leads it to the small shelter beside the tent and spends a few minutes making sure the beast is fed and settled.

He finally ducks into the tent. "Tsukino, I—" And he stops, eyes wide. Tsukino's been waiting for him. Prepared, even.

She lays back on the piled furs of the hammock with her legs lifted and spread, robe discarded and pink hair in disarray, panting heavy breaths. "Hunter... Something about the storm. I've been going crazy all day," She growls, "I need you to fucking breed me." She reaches between her legs and uses two fingers to spread her pussy invitingly for him. She's already dripping with arousal, her clit puffy and begging for attention. Her green eyes burn into him with hot desire. "I need you to come pin my ankles by my head and pump my thirsty womb full of cum!"

The warm glow of paper lanterns spill across the cobblestone path under my boots as I trudge through Kamura Village. My muscles are aching and stiff from throwing the huge iron slab of my greatsword around during today's hunts. The scent of fresh dango and grilled fish ride the evening air to my nose, but my tired feet carry me toward the one place that promises to soothe my ails— the village onsen.

Steam rises lazily over the wooden fence surrounding the hot spring, the rhythmic sound of water lapping against stone filling the quiet night. It sounds like I'll have the place to myself for once. Ducking into the entrance, I quickly peel off my sweat-soaked armor in the changing area and step into the spring proper. Sinking into the almost-too-hot water draws a long, deep sigh from me as the heat works into my stiff limbs and back.

But I'm not alone for long.

“So this is where my hunter sneaks off to after dark,” A familiar voice purrs as small but surprisingly firm paws grip my shoulders and start kneading soft pawpads into my loosening muscles. “Not even going to invite your trusted partner? You're not the only one that needs to wash off the stink of those Palamute mutts,” She says with a haughty huff. Her tail flicks playfully into my view, and I turn my head to look at her over my shoulder.

It's a rare sight to see Tsukino without her hood, pink hair loose around her jaw in a cute bob and brown-striped feline ears perked. She's wearing nothing but her fur and a damp towel— Actually, a hand-towel that would barely tie around my waist— clinging to her curvy little figure.