The tale of the Hungry Bagel and the Unlucky Hunter

You really wished you were somewhere else. It was your first time exploring Elder's Recess, but you were offered an outrageously high ammount of Zennies for this simple quest.
You were from this kind of invisible hunters, working in the shadows of other more popular, skilled, or courageous hunters. While they took on larger and more dangerous preys, you were sticking with simple requests, always overlooked by known monster slayers. Eliminating Vespoids and Hornetaurs alike, or gathering enough food to keep everyone well fed was your routine; No Tobi-Kadachi, no Azure Rathalos, no Elder Dragons for you. Wether you avoided these requests because of your lack of skill, remorse in cold-blooded wyvern slaying, or straight out cowardice was often brought up by other hunters during feasts, but you learned to ignore this kind of taunts.
For all it was worth, you were liked by everyone else; Your work allowed regular people and Palicos to explore the New World more safely, and Meowscular Chef always threw an extra Wyvernian Beer your way, on the house. You were conrtributing to keep his supplies abundant, after all.
Still, you were quite respected by new hunters, thanks to the Blacksmith's Hornetaur armor design; Its looks inspired admiration, until veteran Hunters ratted out what it's made out of.


This request in Elder's Recess was given to you by your friend, another lesser-skilled (Or unlucky) hunter, who had to retire after a Kulu-Ya-Ku gifted him "his very own egg". You managed to refrain from asking too many questions, to his relief. He disappeared soon after, but gave you the task of completing a hunt he accepted earlier. He added a generous ammount of Zennies from his own pocket on top of the regular reward, stating that he "Really had to watch over that egg".

As you walked looking out for Vespoids, your nose detected the scent of burnt explosive powder; The same kind of powder you used to produce shells for your Gunlance. You had grown to enjoy that smell, especially when they were used in actual fireworks. Was there another hunter in the area?

You froze as you noticed an Azure Rathalos watching you from a distance. You knew how it worked; As soon as he would judge you'd be a perfect fit for his next meal instead of an actual threat, he'd charge you and you would be done for.
As you took out your Gunlance and tried to take an intimidating pose, you heard the most horrifying roar you ever witnessed. Soon after, you saw a shape flying over the Rathalos, and crashing on it on its second pass, immediately followed by an earth-shaking explosion. The next thing you saw through the smoke was a panicked blue wyvern flying away.
The adrenaline rush pushed you to be more daring than usual, and you managed to work out the courage to check the location of the explosion. Maybe you could bring a few Azure Rathalos scales back to Astera to prove other hunters you're not a complete coward. You could even find a claw, who knows?

The smoke was slowly dissipating as you carefully advanced towards the crater, hidden behind your shield. You started to distinguish the particular outline of one of those new wyvern types, which supposedly appeared after Zorah Magdaros was pushed back to the ocean. You remember it being a hell of a fight, but all you could manage to do was to load a canon on the barricade. You couldn't bring yourself to fire it, and just waved to other hunters, who would fire it with a grunt.
You could clearly see the responsible for this explosion now; A rather bulky, anthropomorphic wyvern with a surreal scale pattern reminding you of a pine cone. A strong build, powerful winged arms and toned legs, you couldn't help but think Meoscular Chef would be pleased. Yet, obvious curves and a pair of massive breasts gave its gender away. Aside from its unusual scale pattern, what hit you the most was the long "Hair", reminding you of Great Jaggras', running down the sides of the wyvern's head, down to its breasts, surrounding them, from which a few glowing sacks were dangling. The same kind of "hair" could be found on the base and the end of the Wyvern's tail. Even though she was much smaller than regular wyverns, she was still a bit more than twice your size.

You realized she was looking at you way too late, as her roar sent chills down your spine again. But this time, it was aimed towards you.
Panic made you fire a shell from your Gunlance. If you weren't standing a good 10 meters away from your foe, you're pretty sure you would have hit her.
A hesitant smile appeared on your face when the Wyvern seemed to instantly calm down and change its posture to a less aggressive one. Did you actually intimidate her?
The answer came pretty quickly; Before you could realize it, she pounced on you, pinning you between the ground and her body, with only your shield between you and her.
Instinctively abandoning your Gunlance to hold your shield with both hands, the next thing you saw when you came back to your senses was your gunlance being crunched in her powerful maw. A small part of your heart broke with your weapon. Your shield was next; it got taken from your hands and thrown away. With only your fragile armor to protect you, you instantly reflected on your life choices.

Helpless, you accepted your fate, but the next thing to go wasn't your head; it was your equipment. A large chunk of your armor got taken away, and quickly spewed out. Chills ran down your spine once more when you felt her teeth scratching against your skin with each bite, miraculously leaving it intact. She wasn't aiming for Hornetaur plates though, but for your shell pouch instead.
With close to only your helmet and boots left, the Wyvern managed to rip it off your side, and let out what you took as a satisfied growl as she crushed your pouch in her maw, showering you with explosive powder.
How you both didn't explode is beyond you, but you had another, heavy, big breasted problem now staring at you, with its drool leaking on your chest. She was done with your shells, you were probably next.

A low-pitched, yet obviously femminine voice made its way to your ears. You couldn't believe this Wyvern was actually capable of speech, in your language no less.
"-I have no interest in your meat, Human. You look like you're about to die of fright."
Leaving you in your stupor, the beast landed her thick tongue on your chest and proceeded to slowly lick the powder off it, leaving a trail of ropy saliva in its way.
Still pinned down and powerless, you had no choice to let her have her way with your torso. When her warm muscle finished lapping the powder off your upper body, it started to make its way down on your legs.
The beast had to back up a bit, partially freeing your legs from the pressure her breasts applied to them. A primal reflex overtook you when her tongue touched your thigh, ordering you to try to squirm your way out. A massive winged, clawed hand suddently firmly pressed your chest against the ground, reminding you that you were in no position to escape.

She only lifted her head towards you when she finished thoroughly cleaning your left thigh. It felt like her gaze pierced right through your helmet, if not your skull.
"-If you want to live: Stay. DOWN."
To prove that she was sure about that last assertion, she let her grip on your chest go, as she reported her attention on your other thigh.

You always felt like your life was a succession of goofs and fuckups, but none of them stood up to this one: You realized you went half-mast from all that warm licking. Completely exposed, with your meat Gunlance a few centimeters from the Wyvern's head, you found yourself praying that she either had really bad eyesight, or straight out ignored what reproductive organs were.
None of your prayers got anwsered that day.

What sounded like an amused growl emanated from that Bazelgeuse's throat, confirming your fears. Her eyes pierced yours once again.
"-Gunpowder is the best treat I could ask for. Turns out I need as much as I can get, especially during my heat. You know I won't leave without cleaning it off your groin as well, right?"
An unvoluntary twitch from her next target put a wide toothy grin on her draconic face. She probably couldn't see it, but a Red Rathalos would have looked pale in comparison to the color of your face.
Terror seized you for a second when you saw her spread your legs, opening her maw as wide as she could, and brutally engulf your entire groin. You could feel her lower jaw's teeth pressing against your buttocks, while her upper maw was almost reaching your navel. She kept you locked in her mouth with just enough force to restrain you, but not enough to pierce your skin.
Her tongue was frantically covering every square inch of your skin, with incessant, wet hot passes. It felt like she was purposefully jousting against your now fully erect manhood. Her erratic oral muscle movements were so quick and intense you were genuinely wondering if she didn't had multiple tongues.
Your initial fear slowly vanished, as you sank deeper and deeper into pleasure, with every assault she kept covering your crotch with.
You know it didn't last more than a couple minutes, but it felt like an eternity; first because of your dread, then thanks to your enjoyment.
Opening her eyes she previously had shut to enjoy the taste, she dig her gaze straight into yours, as her assaults suddently became more precise, and focused on your manly weak spot. You noticed her breath becoming quicker and shorter, letting small grunts escape her throat. Her tongue was now coiled around your length, thoroughly and endlessly stroking it. There was no way she didn't know what she was doing.

The pressure quickly became too much for you to handle. The stroking suddently became slower and softer when your semen hit her palate, falling back down on her tongue, adding even more unnecessary lubrication to her inner maw.
The creature backed away, freeing you from her jaws, multiple ropes of thick saliva still connected between you two. As you tried to catch your breath, it seemed she was savoring the new liquid she just extracted from you.
"Interesting taste. Not as nutritive as gunpowder, but I could go for more."

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With that, she crawled away, changing her stance to lay on her back. She slowly spread her muscular legs, exposing her female bits entirely, along with the numerous glowing pods on her tail.
"Now, Human, how about you give me back the favor and breed me? It IS mating season after all..."
Your eyes wandered around, trying to find a way out. You then thought that trying to run away mostly naked from a flying wyvern in heat wasn't the smartest idea.
"Don't make me wait, hunter. You really don't want to tempt my explosive temper."
Her dead-serious tone finished to convince you that you should comply to her "request" if you wanted to stay in one piece.

You slowly got up and carefully approached the waiting beast. A look of satisfaction lightened her eyes when she saw that you would be cooperating.
"Come on, don't be shy. Go for it."
You complied and took position, after removing your helmet, straddling over the base of her tail with precaution. The slit she was offering you, only flaw in her pristine scale pattern, was slightly leaking. To your surprise, her underbelly scales were way softer than the rough cuirass covering the rest of her body, and emanated a pleasant warmth.
After rubbing against that opening to lubricate yourself, you finally dig in. As you plunged inside her hot, moist walls you heard your designed partner emit a sound you could only interpret as chuckles. Looking up with an interrogative face, you saw her smiling to you. Oddly enough, her sharp exposed teeth and wyvern head did not frighten you anymore, and moreover, the sight of her smiling was somehow pleasant to look at. In return, she closed her eyes, while still smiling, and shook her head.
"It's nothing, Hunter. Go on, please."
Her nod and lighter, almost amused tone was all you needed to gain enough confidence to start moving your hips. As soon as you did, she retracted her legs on your back, inviting you to get closer. You complied, and hugged her belly while thrusting deeper, and more confidently. The gap between her breasts was just the right size to allow you to rest your head, giving you the opportunity to see her pleased expression before she started to relax every muscle in her body, enjoying the sensation you were providing her with.

It was conflicting to see such a powerful creature, acting rough and commanding, to suddently switch to an almost affectionnate behavior. Maybe it was just a status and image matter; after all, in these wild lands, showing any kind of weakness could cost your life, and Wyverns were probably no exception to that rule.
It soon became more difficult to thrust in. Her walls felt tighter and tighter with every second passing. You were unsure why, but again, your wyvern anatomy knowledge was limited due to your tendency to avoid them.
Before you could realize it, you were pounding her using all your body weight, applying so much force you made her entire body move with every thrust. You were actually enjoying it, and didn't intend to give up on your task at hand before both of you were satisfied.

The creature's pleasure sighs turned into low growls matching your rythm, shortly before you felt her muscles tensing up. A deafening roar invaded your eardrums, as you felt pressure building inside her. The latter became so great you had to pull out.

Looking down, you saw a large quantity of thick, white liquid pouring out from her slit. Whatever that was, it was coming from her, you couldn't have pumped so much in, if you actually had climaxed.
Your jaw dropped when something else promptly came out; a large, pink rod of flesh the size of your arm, with a spear shape towards the tip.
Noticing your stare and confusion, the panting Wyvern managed to speak, looking at you with a grin, but not before failing to repress a short laugh.
"Maybe... I should have... Told you..."
She rose up, now sitting with her legs still spread, the liquid flowing between her tail pods. Looking at you with an amused gaze, she tilted her head to the side.
"I'm a bit more than female."

You took a step back, still processing that revelation. The Bazelgeuse laying in front of you, still fully exposed, relocated her sight on her own male attributes. Her amused look quickly vanished, replaced by a faint taint of melancholy.
"You can go if you want to, Human. Your... Questionnable aim left me unbred, but I still got to eat and have fun thanks to you. Something I really didn't expect to experience today."
To your own surprise, you were quite moved by the Wyvern's words. You were not a hero, but you decided to do something noble for once. That is, if breeding a "monster" could be considered as such.
Without a word, you took a step forward, the latter radiating determination. You almost never actually spoke, but everyone kept getting your intentions as if they were cristal-clear, for some reason. This creature was no exception.

A shy smile reappeared on the beast's face. Her gaze slowly made its way to you, lightened by a spark of tender affection.
"Thank you, Hunter. Give me a second. You may want to stand back."
She stood up, and shook from head to tail, just like a Palico. As she did, you saw all the glowing pods she wore detach from her body and fall on the ground. A split second later, an explosion blast made you fall on your back. You promptly got up, and ran towards the smoke. Your sprinting was abruptly interrupted when you hit something hard with glowing yellow eyes. Her head.
"Don't worry, Human. I'm fine. I just wanted to ensure nothing bad could happen to you during our mating."

When the smoke dissipated, you saw that all the pods were gone. Excepted two, between the Bazelgeuse's legs. You should have realized sooner that these were not glowing, and that they were not explosive pods. Their role was entirely different, as you witnessed earlier.
You noticed that there was a second slit under these; Obviously, her female parts.

Laying down on her side, she raised one of her massive legs up, inviting you with a nod to come closer and sit on the other one.
"This is what you're looking for, Hunter."
You indulged in her invitation, and took position. Keeping her thigh up during the whole act looked uncomfortable to you, so you took the initiative to catch it and bring it down to rest on your shoulder. Everything was set; A comfortable position for both of you, the right alignment, air warmed up by the thermal remains of the explosion, and a favorable mood for both of you. All you had to do was to dig in.

And so you did. With a confident thrust, you penetrated her depths. You heard a grunt emanating from her when you did, and yet another series of semi-repressed chuckles. You turned your head, once more looking at her with an interrogative expression. In return, she curled up to the side and brought her face next to yours, just a few centimeters away, displaying a tender smile. She sure was surprisingly flexible, considering the thickness of the plates.
"You really aren't the most enligtened of your kind when it comes to Wyvern anatomy, aren't you?"
She invited you to proceed with a small lick on your cheek.

She was considerably tighter than you expected. Even though both of you were lubricated in the right places, you took it slow at first, in order to make sure you wouldn't hurt her.
Her appreciative series of groans helped build your confidence, and you started to dig deeper, and slightly faster.
With her thigh resting on your shoulder, she pushed your head towards hers, and snuck her thick tongue inside your mouth. She couldn't read your surprise as her eyes were shut, but you didn't try to resist her.
Giving it a gentle circular motion, the Wyvern's tongue was dancing with yours. Her saliva tasted bold, warm, with a hint of sulphur. Her opened maw covered you with her hot, gunpowder-scented breath, with the same rythm as the thrusts your lower body were performing.

You both kept going until she backed away, opening her glowing eyes only to dig her gaze into yours.
"That's something Humans do, right? Or do you find it too odd to do that kind of thing with a Wyvern?"
As an anwser, you grabbed  one of her protruding chin spikes and pulled her towards you, resuming your shared wyvernian kiss, more fervently this time, while you kept pounding her.
It would be soon interrupted again however; the girl progressively loosing control over her body, she started twitching more and more violently. She left your mouth, her panting groans increasing in intensity, until they turned in another pleasure roar. She couldn't fully carry it out, as she engulfed her male parts deep inside her maw, smothering her pleasure cry.

Without slowing down, you kept working your hips, watching her struggle to take more and more of her pink shaft down her throat. The same thick liquid you met earlier started to gush out from her maw. Why she did it was a mistery, but she was purposefully swallowing her own seed. A few drops finally leaked from her nostrils. You recalled a hunter including way too many details in his stories told you this kind of leak was known as "The Angry Wyvern". You started to wonder if it was related.

Yet, after her last full-body spasm, this Wyvern was anything but angry. In a mix of exhaustion and delight, she let go of any muscle tension, her thigh on your shoulder suddently being heavier. Had she not moved her head away to rest it on the ground, or pushed soft moans of pleasure trying to catch her breath, you could have thought she fainted.
Concerned, you interrupted your movement, pulled out, and went by her side. Her eyes still closed, she probably guessed your intentions, her scaled mouth adopting a soft, pleased smile.
"Don't worry, Hunter. I would just hate to leave a mess."
You gave her a few minutes to recover, your hand softly strolling on her plated head scales. After her breath became soft and slow again, you were quite shaken when you heard her addressing you a whisper:
"Thank you..."

You looked down. She was still smiling. As if she was sensing you were watching her, she opened her eyes, looking straight at you with smug eyes, her smile turning into a smirk.
"You were closer this time, Hunter, but you missed your target again. You just had to aim a little higher. I can't be bred there. How about you let me handle this?"
You were unsure what she meant. Missed your target? Aim a little higher? Can't be bred there? What did you spend the last dozen minutes thrusting int- Oh. Right.
You suddently felt lucky you didn't pick a bowgun as your weapon; You just proved you had terrible aim.

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You were still quite ashamed by your failure to identify and thrust into the right orifice two times in a row. Yet, your wyvernian partner obviously enjoyed it, and seemed to be very amused by your little sexual goofs.

The Bazelgeuse seemed to have recovered enough stamina to get back to it. Still sitting by her side, she slowly prowled towards you, and gently pushed you down with her winged limb.
"Lay down, Hunter. Let me take the lead."
You decided to obey. Once her head was near your groin, her tongue reclaimed the object of her lust. Something you really could get used to. A few generous licks was all it took to kickstart your erectile functions again. Pleased by the sight of your blood flowing in the right place, she kept crawling further, taking position on top of you. Squatting down, she started rubbing her crotch against yours, occasionally making you slip between the lips of her slit, allowing you to have a preview of her inner warmth. She kept teasing you this way, her gaze firmly dug into yours, until your frustration took over. In a quick movement, you backed down and thrusted upwards, invading her depths. You felt her entire body jolting, probably from both pleasure and surprise. A low groan, loaded with envy filled the air, as she couldn't resist throwing her head back.
She gave up on her squatting stance to get on her knees, surrounding you with her muscular legs, hungrily welcoming your length inside her.

Pinning your lower body down, her complicit glance, expression, tilted head, and newly initiated hip motion made you understand she wanted to be the one in charge of her breeding.
You laid there, leaving her the task of extracting your seed from you, enjoying the soft movements of her body, which slowly turned into a rough plowing.
Her insides felt more roomy than the other two orifices you already explored, but the pleasure was just as intense. You couldn't tell if it was intentionnal or not, but her walls were tightening erratically around you from time to time, allowing you to experience various kinds of stimulation. At some point, you really felt like you were being milked for your seed.

Probably overtaken by lust and pleasure, your partner seemingly abandoned herself to her instincts, and forgot your frail human nature. Increasing in tempo and intensity, her humps soon became wild enough for your spine and pelvis to let you know that if she kept getting more brutal, they would probably break.
Eyes closed, tongue out, profusely drooling and grunting, it seemed the Wyvern was slowly drifting away, giving in to her bestial instincts. You grabbed the wrist of the hand she laid on your chest, trying to let her know the force she put in her humps would soon be too much for you to handle.

She opened her eyes, called back to reality, suddently realizing the sheer pressure her body was applying on you. She nearly came to a stop, visibly shocked by her loss of control. As an apology, she snuck her clawed fingers between yours, and gave you long, slow humps, ranging from the very tip to the very base of your male member.

Those were the last movements both of you needed. Your groan and her roar fought against one another, as you were pumping your semen inside her depths. You felt her welcoming every new gush of your seed with pleasant internal twitches, her unrepressed moans of pleasure filling the air. When she was sure you pumped everything you had inside her, she backed away, freeing your exhausted lower body. Gently grabbing the back of your head, she closed in for a concluding deep, passionate kiss.

As you were both catching your breath, her forehead resting against yours, a powerful distant roar disturbed your shared post-coitus floating sensation. Looking up, you could guess the outline of a slightly scorched azure shape high in the blue sky, slowly flying in circles, probably seeking vengeance. The wyvern on top of you saw it too.
"Come, hunter. This place isn't safe for you."
She was right. You were naked, and weaponless after all.
"Don't struggle."

You didn't had time to display an interrogating look. Before you realized it, your back lost any physical contact with the ground. Your leg held by powerful talons, you had no choice but to accept being flown away upside down, naked, and completely exposed to the sight of any creature living in these lands. You waved the shattered remains of your armor goodbye, unsure about your destination.

Ambient temperature dropped a few degrees before you came into contact with the ground again. You were brought to the entrance of a cavern, located near the peak of an uncanningly uniform, rocky pillar-like structure. You were pretty sure you saw a few square-shaped holes placed vertically on its shaft, allowing you to think it was hollow. Maybe it was just your blood rushing to your head for too long, but you had a feeling this structure wasn't entirely natural.
"Come in, hunter. It's warmer inside."
The Wyvern's voice interrupted your thoughts. You complied, your exposed skin asking for a bit of heat. It was indeed warmer inside, but you couldn't explain why.
The interior was reminding you of a cavern, with the exception of ancient scorch marks covering the ground and walls as well. Part of you thought that the place was a lot smaller, and got more roomy after your companion used her explosive pods to make more space. A pretty clever use of her natural abilities, you thought to yourself. As a consequence, the ground was riddled with rubble. Your eyes widened when you saw numerous scales, plates, and even what looked like remains of fullbody moults scattered between the rocks.
"This place is a mess. I never really had any guests. Would you help me tidy it up a bit, hunter?"
You didn't expect this kind of request from her. Probably sensing your confusion, she kept going.
"I need a warm, cozy spot for the eggs."
You looked back at the rubble. This would require a lot of work. And your naked status didn't give you a strong incentive to do it, but what choice did you have?
"And maybe for you too, hunter."
You met the Wyvern's eyes again. You were unsure if it was an order or an invitation, but the "soft" look she was giving you made you think it was probably the latter.

Before accepting the task, you managed to make her understand that you needed clothes, and that a few tools would spare both of you a lot of effort. Drawing a map on the scorch marks, you managed to make her see where the nearest camp was, and found yourself going airbone again, praying once more that nobody would be around to witness your transportation conditions.

You felt relieved when you found an old set of commission clothing, a rusty grappling hook, and a few consumables neatly arranged in a satchel, even though you didn't trust the oddly-colored rations you found inside. More comfortable thanks to your clothed status, both of you went back to the Bazelgeuse's lair once more. This time though, you were transported more decently, having attached your grappling hook to the Wyvern's ankle.

You both finished cleaning the Wyvern's living place faster than what you had thought. Pushing rubble off the cliff was in fact quite easy, and somewhat amusing; a "Who can throw the furthest" contest accidently began, but it didn't take long for you to be consistently beaten. You made it switch to an aiming contest, both of you taking turns at pointing at something and throwing rocks at it. You're pretty sure you hit a passing Barnos at some point.
Still, your hunter habits made you collect every bit of Bazelgeuse materials you could find. You picked leftover scales and plates from the floor during your task and put them in a corner. You managed to cut an incredible ammount of materials off a relatively fresh moult, under the Wyvern's slightly wierded-out eyes. She probably didn't like seeing you butchering what was once part of her, with a hunter knife no less. In response, she took off, leaving you to your carving.

She came back shortly after, holding what would be your meal for the evening in her talons. It was a former Gastodon, which you promptly cut into pieces, making the Bazelgeuse reflect once more about those strange things humans did.
Her questions kept coming when you took out your Barbecue spit, lighted a fire, and began to roast a piece of meat. People made fun of you for timing your cooking this way, but the end of the little song you hummed was the right time to take the spit off the fire, rewarding you with a perfectly cooked slab of meat.
You insisted for your scaled companion to taste the result, and ended up roasting every last bit of available meat after she did so, upon her request.

An idea came to you while digesting your food. Drawing another map on the wall, you located Astera, and tapped your finger on the viewpoint near the forge. You somehow convinced the Wyvern to take you there, promising that you would make sure she wouldn't be harmed. She reluctantly accepted, and you both took off, covered by the dark veil of the night sky.

It didn't take long to reach Astera. You both landed near the viewpoint, scaring a sleeping piglet and a palico away. In the span of a few seconds, you both were surrounded by a few armed hunters, pointing the tip of their weapon in your direction. You managed to calm everyone down before things got litterally explosive, and managed to convince everyone to leave you alone and get back at their business, using the Bazelgeuse's olympian calm as an evidence to show that none of you were ill-intentionned. Still, you had to get rid of a wyvernian claiming to be "A Smart Biologist" by knocking him out cold; His worrying eagerness and repeated requests to "Study her anatomy" led you to punch his face, instantly KOing him. You both could finally be at peace when Meowscular Chef dragged him away while he was still unconscious, shaking his head as he did.

You left the scaled girl for a few minutes; you had to meet the Blacksmith. You promptly came back, a wide smile covering your face. You both spent the rest of the evening there, both cuddling against each other, with her tucking you under her wing. You kept answering her numerous questions about Humans until you both slowly faded into Morpheus' arms, your peaceful slumber being rythmed by the incessant hammering emanating from the Forge.

The next day, Astera's Blacksmith came to find you, a proud smile hiding his exhaustion. It was done. Your very own, newly forged integral Bazelgeuse armor and Gunlance, made out of the material you gathered back at your new friend's lair. You never even hoped to possess such a prestigious gear since you set foot on the New World, years ago. And yet, there you were, proudly wearing it.

Walking by the Bazelgeuse's side on your waiy out of Astera, you noticed most people watching your unusual duo were either impressed, smiling, or worried. Covered in your shiny new armor from head to toe, you overheard the discussion between two vereran hunters looking at you.

"Who's this guy?
-I don't know, man. Must be a tough motherfucker. Full Bazel armor. How many of these do you think he killed?
-Probably a dozen. The mere fact that he's still in one piece shows his hunting skills. Looks like he even managed to fucking tame one.
-Dude has balls. We're still better hunters than him, right?
-Yeah... Yeah, we are, for sure."

Bazelgeuse took off, and shooting your grappling hook around her ankle, you were flown away, soon disappearing in the misty horizon.