Steph Irson...

You flop down in a comfy couch near the front of the bar, looking up at a huge Super-HD Viewscreen mounted on the wall. As you sit down, the last commercial break is just coming to an end, telling you to buy Naughty Wyvern brand fibrecondoms before the screen fades to a superimposed logo of Steph Irson: Galactic Huntress, a popular nature show. The camera pans down from a  dim evening sun to an athletic young woman in an almost comically skimpy ranger outfit, with khaki hotpants and low-cut shirt rolled up to expose her midriff and ample cleavage both. Her blonde ponytail bounces excitedly as she jogs along through a jungle underbrush, the camera-drone struggling to keep pace with her.

“We’re here on newly-colonized Mhen’ga, a world of lush jungles and deadly predators,” the host begins in a thick New Brisbane accent, “and we’re on the hunt for the naleen, the apex predator on this planet. Now, imagine a great big lion right out of Africa, a strong, lightning-fast beauty of a huntress, and combine that with the stealth and venom of a deadly adder, and you’ve got the naleen in a nutshell. I’ll have to be so, so careful dealing with these predators, or I’m dead for sure.”

For someone supposedly tracking down a lethal hunter, she seems oddly cheerful about it. She crests a hill, tumbles through a thick bush, and eventually comes to a clearing in the jungle, one of the few places where the sun actually gets through to the ground. Resting atop a large boulder in the center is a very familiar kitty-naga in the middle of a quick cat-nap.

“Holy smokes!” Steph whispers to the camera, angling it at the slumbering predator. Insanely, the host approaches, creeping along the ground almost at a crawl. Lazily, the kitty-naga opens a single emerald eye, watching her approach. “Lookit this, a NALEEN! They’re the deadliest predators on this planet, with tails so strong they’d crush me dead in a heartbeat. Lemme see if I can stick mah hand up ‘er cloaca!”

Is she insane?

“W-what are you doing, strange little girl?” the naleen hisses as Steph creeps up. The snake-girl rises off the rock, her feline half looming over the show’s hostess menacingly.

“Uh-oh, she’s noticed me! If I try to run, she’ll hunt me down in an instant! All I can do is lie perfectly still and hope she backs off! As a predator, the naleen shouldn’t bother me if I’m dead still.”

“... I can hear you,” the busty monster sighs, cocking an eyebrow at Steph as she lies face-down in the dirt, heart-shaped ass swaying just inches in front of the camera.

“Crikey! Looks like she’s coming in for the kill! All I can do now is try to overpower her!” Steph shouts, leaping to her feet and tackling the naleen, throwing the two of them over the boulder and into the brush. The camera drone speedily follows the brawl as Steph and the naleen tumble around in the dirt, eventually rolling into a wet mud-pit at the edge of the clearing.

“W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? GET OFF ME!” the naleen howls as Stepth straddles her wide hips victoriously, pinning the huntress down and grabbing her massive tail’s slender tip.

“There we go, got ‘er by the tail! Now let’s take a look at this beauty! Oh, she’s the real deal: lookit these scales. She’s seen some battles, too, see the dents and scars here?” she says, pointing out the various cuts and old wounds on the naleen’s scales, a history of battle engraved in her body. “Ah, ‘ere we go, see the cloaca engorging? When you hold ‘em, naleen can’t decide if you’re trying to kill ‘em or mate with ‘em! Let’s get a closer look!”

Some of the bar’s patrons ooh and aah as the camera zooms in on the naleen’s pussy as it visibly engorges, drooling a clear lubricant as Steph pokes a pair of fingers in, stretching the hole several inches wide.

“D-don’t touch meeeee” the naleen cries, writhing violently under Steph as the show’s host practically shoves her arm into the alien’s sodden box. “...Ooh! Ooohhhh... mmm, yessss, stick your arm riiiiight in, little girl.”

“There we go!” Steph announces victoriously to the camera, “Elbow-deep in ‘er cloaca. Oh, this is a dream come true! Lookit the way she moves, writhing so gracefully. She’s a real beauty, innit she?”

“Mmm, you are not so bad yourself,” the naleen coos as Steph’s arm vanishes up to the elbow inside her.

“One of the most amazing things about these predators is the way they mate. Like some snakes from ol’ Earth, they congregate in huge ‘mating balls,’ just like a great big animal orgy that can last for hours, or even days. I’d give anything to see one of those up close and personal!”

“Is that so?” the naleen grins, and suddenly her long tail is wrapped around Steph, encircling the hostess from shoulder to toes, leaving nothing but her head visible.

“Holy smokes! Looks like I forgot the most deadly attack the naleen have: a crushing vice-like grip of the tail. I’ll be dead in seconds if I don’t think of a way out of this; she’ll crush the air right from my lungs.”

“You are very strange,” the naleen sighs, her feline half rising up to grab Steph’s cheeks, turning her head aside to expose her neck.

“Uh-oh, looks like I’m a goner! This paralytic venom could spell the end if she bites me!” For someone convinced she’s about to die, Steph’s awfully calm about this.

The naleen sighs and bites down, injecting a dose of paralytic venom into the show’s host. Much of the crowd gasps as the host limply falls into the huntress’s waiting arms. Giggling, the naleen tosses Steph over her shoulder and carries her off, slithering into the forest - and the camera drone dutifully follows, tracking the pair of them for several minutes in the brush until they come to a cave mouth. The naleen slithers in, and the camera switches to nightvision as it follows her through a network of caves and into a large, natural pit in the ground.