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 Ordinarily she's keenly aware of everything around her, but today Tsukino has been withdrawn and preoccupied.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!"