The hour was late with twilight filling the sky. The air had grown thin and crisp, ice crystals forming below her nose. The mountains of Kamura grew brisk during the late hours. The forest was still, life was silent, not a creature stirred, not even a breeze. The only sound was the ones emanating from her companions, a big bodied Hunter dawned in scale armour, and a four legged beast that somewhat resembles canines from her homeland.
Their job was done, the creature was slain. Tsukino’s legs wobbled with fatigue, her knees threatening to buckle. Just then, a faint light atop an arch could be seen. Home at last! An aura of sugar and sweet meats filled her senses, the village was saturated by the smell of dango.
With not a word uttered between the three of them, their paces doubled, each unanimously wishing to be home. The familiar, well stamped dirt felt welcoming between Tsukino's toe beans as a rush of euphoria washed over her as she crossed the thresholds of the village.
As the party reached the fork of the village, the broad Hunter spoke up, his voice shattering the silence. “Well, I'm heading off to the guild for some Dango. Will you two be coming?” A low wine emanating from the Palamute signified their response, as they headed towards home in the opposite direction. The hunter responded with a chuckle, “well, what about you Tsukino?” He finished.
Tsukino's stomach roared in protest. Despite that, she became queasy at the thought of stomaching more Dango. It was miraculous the hunters of this village survived on three square meals of candy each day. Her face glowing green, she replied “I'm quite alright. I've had some Kula jerky on the trail. I think I'll turn in as well.” She gave a dignified bow, then sat off after the Palamute. The hunter shrugged in response.
Heading towards their shared abode, Tsukino smelled the warming scent of burning logs. A soft glow coming from within, she pushed through the wool curtains that divided the wilderness from the warm lodging. The fire was already crackling and the air was warm. A plain looking Felyne wearing an apron, was attending to the Palamute. Unbuckling and stripping their canine fitted armor. Their ears perking, they turn around in a rapid yet fluid motion.
His face perked up at the sight of her, whether from genuine admiration or duty, she was still unsure. His voice squeaked higher than the mice they consumed. “Welcome home Meow-striss Tsukino. Was your hunt successful?” Their eyes, big and beady, eagerly awaiting her response.
As Tsukino undressed her cloak and satchel, she responded “It was neither here nor there. It was just a Kula Ya Ku. Those dimwitted birds practically hunt themselves.” While she finished folding her cloak, the housekeeper let out a giddiness squeal. 
“Wow Meow-striss, those meow-nsters truly are terrifying. I'm a-meow-zed that you can stand up to such threats.” They housekeeper cat titled their head up, as if to imagine the scale of such a threat. Snapping out of his trance, he continues, “Bye the Bye, your cottage has been cleaned and I have a broth stewing for you.” The plain Felyne bowed to her.
Tsukino stretched, her joints popping. “Thank you” She replied while mimicking his bow. “You may be relieved for the night. Then without another word spoken, the Felyne passes through the curtains, being swallowed by the night.

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The cabin smelled of embers and soot when she woke. The room had grown frigid as the fire grew weak. Wrapping herself in a blanket, she started over to the fire pit, hoisting a few cut logs onto the glowing coals. Without much effort, she rejuvenated the fire, bringing in the comfortable warmth.
Loosening the blanket around her, she let the heat radiate onto her bare body, before clamping it shut. She darted her eyes around the room, the hunter nowhere to be seen. Figuring he must have found lodging elsewhere for the night. Maybe with Hinoa. Or perhaps, Minota, or even both. She re-loosened her blanket, letting the warmth dance upon her body.
As she basked in the warmth, she heard the oddest of sounds. A wet, very rhythmic noise echoed around the room.
Tsukino squinted her eyes, widening her slit pupils to focus into the dark. A round form could be seen from within. She began to throw more logs onto the fire, hoping to banish the darkness in the room. Then, before her she saw it.
The hunters Palamute, shamelessly cleaning themselves. Leg raised high with a muzzle buried into their crotch. Tsukino let out a “tssk” before rolling her eyes. “You lot really have no class.” The Palamute, paying her no mind, continued on with their task.
Tsukino continued her task, but couldn't help but dart her eyes back to the Palamute every now and then. Fixated on the hulking beast, or more precisely, the hulking beast’s beast. The mutt itself was already quite larger than the average Felyne, and their equipment unsurprisingly matched.
A warmth filled her, and it wasn't the doing of the fire next to her. The fire inside her radiated from within her pelvis, burning her legs and forcing them to be sensitive to the touch.
She scoffed at the thought. That a mere hunting beast could agitate her in such a way. Though she had to admit, she was far from the ways of Lulucio. There was no anonymity, no one night stands. Every Felyne in Kamura was either wed or bound to be wed, leaving her the black sheep in the village. She couldn't help but feel aroused in such an environment.
As she sat there on her knees atop the mats, she began to let her paw drift. Drift down below the blanket, past her waist, where she ever so lightly pressed a finger to her button. A shock shot through her, caught off guard by her sensitivity. She contemplated to herself, “Has it really been that long?” She racked her brain, doing mental math, calculating the last time she could remember getting off. The number was alarmingly big. Disappointed she would let her body get to such a state.
She sat there cross legged a while longer. She rechecked the room, still no sign of the Hunter. When she was sure the coast was clear, she pushed the blanket off her back, letting it fall behind her. Extending her legs out to the fire, she spread her beans to let the heat wash over them. Not wanting to waste any time, she prepped for the task at hand. Spreading her thighs, she revealed her moistened folds to the fire, the warmth extra sensitive on her crotch. She teased herself, sliding a finger around her entrance, her natural lubricant making sure there was very minimal friction. Swirling her finger around her entrance, she arched her back. Even the simplest of motions caused her to tremble, her voice muted but her breathing rapid. Determined not to make any more noise than necessary.
Before long, her circling grew tiresome. With a quick flick of her Felyne wrist, she plunged her finger down like a dagger into a monster's heart. Very much like a monster, it caused her to roar out, only in bliss. The sensation of her well groomed claw sliding across her sensitive innards was almost too much to bear. She released her finger from the clutches of her legs. Her sticky white film trailing behind. Her head spun. She rolled her head back to take a moment of reprieve, not wanting the moment to flee too soon. 
Her head cocked over to where the Palamute lay. She let out an audible gasp as she noticed it lay ever closer than she previously realized. And what lay between its legs was even more of a shock.
Between the Palamute’s legs layed a large canine shaped phallus, supported by a tennis ball sized knob of meat. Toting behind was a pair of orbs the size of two balled fists. The hunting dog was surprisingly, or perhaps not so surprisingly well endowed. And the dog was fully unsheathed, like a greatsword, raised high in defiance to an even greater elder dragon.
A thought crossed through Tsukino's mind. She contemplated a plan that might be able to achieve two goals in one. Glancing back over, she saw the Palamute had a slight head tilt, as if it could read her thoughts. She spoke in a cracked voice “H-hey boy. Wanna help me with something?” A rhythmic thud could be heard from behind the beast. It's tail wagging, hitting the ground like a freshly stretched drum.
She inched her way over to it, dragging the blanket behind her. She sat on her knees, facing him. Unsure of what to say, or uncertain if it would matter she leaned in close to the Palamute muzzle. She pecked the canine's muzzle with her lips, before being assaulted by a large sandpaper like tongue across her face. Stumbling back, she spat. “Blah, foreplay is not your strong suit I see. No matter, let's cut to the chase.” Readjusting herself, she positioned herself towards the main event.
Reaching a hand out, she ever so lightly tapped the canine’s member. Warm to the touch. It throbbed to the Palamute's heartbeat. Lifting it up with one hand, she was taken aback by the sheer weight of it. Twirling it, the canine let out a low wine. Not wanting to tease him, she began to move her paw in a rising and falling motion. The Palamute invitingly raised its leg, motioning her in. It's tongue fell out of his mouth, a painting cadence emanating from its muzzle.
A slow trickle of fluid streamed from atop the beast's sword. Flowing down its shaft and onto Tsukino's paw. She let out a noise of her own, “I guess that means I'm doing a good job huh? … I've never been with a Palamute before.” She continued her rhythm until a quick jerk came from the dog. A single short burst of white viscous fluid erupted from the throbbing member. Falling upon Tsukino's bear chest.
She let out a frustrated howl, “already? Damn it mutt.” Though the beast's member refused to yield. A smirk cracked across her face. “You're pretty pent up too it seems. No matter, let's get on with the show.”
Rolling onto her side, she pushed her back against the Palamute's stomach. Adjusting the beast’s member with her own entrance. “Alright then, you know what to do.” She patted them on the flank. Following suit, the palamute trusted in, sparing not an inch. The canine's knot slapped against her moistened folds with a wet plap. The beast's member filled her completely, sparing no room for even a finger. Tsukino let out a loud moan, letting it echo across the room. Her head went fuzzy as she let her weight off.
Cuddling up to Tsukino, the Palamute began to thrust into her repeatedly. Echoing the first slap along the walls. Shifting his weight, he put a paw around her to hold her in place, a wet tongue rolled across the top of her head in-between her ears. Tsukino became lost in the rhythm of sex.. Not voicing a single opinion, she let the Palamute do the work. Letting it's shaft in and out of her, squeezing him all the while.
A heat grew within her as the time creeped by. Had it been seconds, minutes, hours? She knew not, but the one thing that was certain was the end was nigh. The Palamute rhythm increased threefold, it was preparing for the finale. Looking down in-between her legs, she saw the dogs knot, slick with her fluid and throbbing. She cracked “ you better not try to AHH-!” But it was too late. A jolt of pain and pleasure shot through her spine as the bulb disappeared inside of her. Her legs jerked uncontrollably as she rode a wave of euphoria. She could feel her insides expanding inside of her as she felt the Palamute's member throb. Their heartbeats in sync. 
Her head slumped onto the floor while beads of sweat rolled down her brow. She panted heavily, “we- we're gonna be doing this a lot…” But in her daze, she almost missed the heavy steps approaching the door.
The hunter was returning. Panicked, she grabbed her discarded blanket and wrapped it over the two of them. Hiding from the hunter, she kept silent.
The hunter swayed in, clearly inebriated. He waddled over to his own bed, before landing face first into the mattress. Out cold in an instant.
Tsukino tried to make her escape, but not before realizing she was joined at the hip with her bedside companion. She muttered to herself “This is gonna be a long night…” As the Palamute licked her head like a Pup.