Research Opportunity

>Be out on an expedition to the Highlands, on the trail of a Legi.
>What do the smiths even do with those gems?
>Trail suddenly goes cold, probably left to go hunting. Damn it.
>Trails of the other monsters in the area disappear too. The hell?
>Nasty looking storm blowing in, they must have gone to their nests to wait it out.
>Wait. The Legi has pretty clearly staked out the local nest, is this storm bad enough to drive it from it’s home?
>Better get back to the research base and warn them to land.
>The storm must be really bad, it’s even riling up the scout flies, you didn’t know they could turn blue.
>Call a wingdrake to leave.
>Take aim at it with your slinger as it approaches, suddenly it startles and flies off. Again, the hell? Looks like you’re walking.
>You turn around to start your hike and-

>Not ten yards from you stands a Kirin.
>It looks you over before deciding you aren’t a threat and turning to graze.
>That broom head of a tail hides nothing, it’s apparently a she.
>Researchers will be excited, apparently females are even more elusive than the males and they haven’t gotten a sample of one yet.
>You’re definitely getting a bonus for reporting this. You’re briefly lost in the fantasy of how you’ll spend your windfall, not that there’s much to spend it on here.
>You break you from your reveling, but don’t fully process what happened until it repeats. She winked at you.
>Something stirs inside you. You know Kelbi do something similar when in heat, does that mean…
>Wait, fuck, how are you thinking this, has it really been that long since you got any?
>But she clearly needs it, and obviously doesn’t mind you being this close…
>No. It’s a monster. You are a pathetic level of desperate right now.
>A third wink. If self control had been a strong point of yours you wouldn’t have been ‘volunteered’ for the Commission.

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“Nyaa~ You okay meowster?”
>Shit you forgot they were there. Need to think of an excuse.
>You turn toward the cats, doffing your helm and sword.
“I was just thinking… The researchers always talk about wanting to study live elder dragons, and how we can’t trap them. But maybe we don’t need to.”
“Sh- It isn’t acting aggressive, maybe we can get close enough to study them if we don’t look like a threat.”
>You finish stripping your armor and handing it to them.
“Could you two take this back to camp for me and wait?”
>You address the Grimalkyne directly.
“If I don’t cart in five minutes you can assume it’s working and are free to return home if you want.”
>Your Palico looks back and forth between you and the Kirin, before saluting.
“Stay safe meowster, I know you can mew it!”
>You turn back toward the Kirin as the pair burrow away, just in time to catch a fourth, strengthening your resolve.
>Or lowering your standards. One of the two.

>You circle around in front of her so she can see you approach, if you startle her you’re be laid up in the infirmary instead of laid.
>She’s just a large herbivore, you use to help ranchers with their Kelbi and Aptonoth as a kid, you know what to do.
>Then again Diablos are also large herbivores, and they are decidedly not friendly.
>Hopefully the difference is something simple like four legs good, two legs bad.
>As you approach she looks up from her meal and stares at you with her deep red eyes.
>This side definitely more intimidating than the reverse.
>You continue your approach slowly but confidently (on the outside).
>She doesn’t break her gaze, but her ears stay upright and you take that as a good sign.
>You slowly raise your hand up to let her sniff it and wait.

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>After what feels like an eternity she takes a step toward you and lowers her nose to your hand.
>Sparks jump from her beard to your arm and you have to resist flinching away.
>She sniffs at your hand before shifting her gaze to meet yours, waiting for your next move.
>You slowly place your hand on her snout, and begin rubbing gently.
>She makes what you can only describe as an indignant whinny, but from the lack of a lightning bolt coursing through you, you think she likes it.
>It’s enjoyable for you too; her scales far more supple than you’d expect given what you’ve heard of their strength, and pleasantly warm against the chill of the highland’s air.
>You begin to reflect on the stupid thing you are about to do. You haven’t had any since you boarded the boat, but has that really eroded your will enough to bang a monster?
>You consider punching her in the nose, it would get you out of this and you think she’d let you off with a light goring, but your upper head hasn’t been in charge of the decisions for several minutes.
>Breaking from your thoughts, you carefully reach around and place a hand on her shoulder, and begin to walk along her flank.
>The larger scales of her body are rougher than those of her face but still have a softness that lets her bend freely without forming any gaps in her armor.
>Keeping a hand on her is probably more to comfort yourself at this point than her, as she keeps an eye locked on you as you approach your goal.
>A hand resting on her hip, you finally become aware of her scent, she’s definitely in heat.
>She tenses under your hand and her gaze drills into your back, but it’s too late to turn back now.
>You swing around behind her, placing your other hand on her opposite cheek.
>Your prize sits before you. Five. You meet her gaze briefly, an almost bewildered expression, before looking back.
>You part her lips.

>Her hindlegs are off the ground instantly.
>So this is how you die.

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>When your life stops flashing before your eyes you are surprised to find a lack of hooves where your organs should be.
>Instead of kicking she rotated ninety degrees on her forelegs to face you side on.
>Now able to look directly at you again, she is staring at you intently, almost studying you.
>After some intense deliberation she has apparently decided to spare you for your transgression and walks away.

>You feel a weird mixture of relief and blueball.
>At least until she stops, looks back at you, and, neighing, swings her head as if beckoning you to follow, replacing it with excitement and the last sane part of your mind putting in a desperate plea to stop thinking with your dick.
>Apparently Kirin prefer to keep it in the bedroom. Or whatever passes for it for monsters.
>You follow her up to what was previously the Legi’s nest, with her occasionally glancing back to ensure that you are following.
>Walking behind her you have a gorgeous view, and, if frequency is anything to go by, she is getting just as worked up as you are.

>On reaching the nest she ignores you for a bit to go around zapping and rubbing against the gashes Legi left, must be her way of marking this as hers now.
>This gives you time to come to a realization. Her ass is at face level, not crotch level, excellent for viewing, not so much other things.
>And there are no raised ledges to stand on.
>Finishing her housekeeping, she walks up to you before turning around presenting her pussy, a rivulet already starting down her thigh.
>She turns her head and looks at you expectantly.
>Welp, you’re in this for the long haul, your recent decisions may have cast doubt on your intellect, but you are not dumb enough to bluebean an Elder Dragon.

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>Not wanting to keep her waiting, you plant your hands on her haunches and give them a squeeze before spreading her again, a bit more gently this time.
>With her fully exposed and this close to her, the scent is overwhelming and you tent threatens to break through your shorts.
>You lean in closer, her winking clit inches from your face, and her tail sparking to your scalp, causing your hair to stand to match hers.
>It’s cleaner that you were expecting, at least that’s one less thing you’ll regret about today.
>Come to think of it the rest of her is cleaner than you’d expect from something that lives in the wild.
>Either she has decent hygiene practices (better than your roommate at least), or her aura repels dirt with some sort of reverse static cling.
>An impatient snort and a lash of her tail (needle sharp and discharging into your skull) remind you that you have a job to do.
>With one hand you start rubbing her plump lip, with the other you begin exploring her wet depths, her walls pressing tight against your fingers.
>One area still needs attention though.
>You withdraw you fingers and lay a kiss on her lips, then a few licks up her length, before parting her again and stopping her needy winking.
>You can feel her clit pulse in you mouth as it tries to wink, but you just lick it and suckle a little, holding it in place.
>Her juices stream over your nose and down your face and her breathing has become much heavier.
>Time to stop playing around and give her what she needs.

>You pull back and place your fist against her opening.
>She whinnies in pleasure as you slowly press in, bottoming out just shy of your elbow.
>As you piston into her your free hand travels downward to her teats, you’re not sure if she enjoys the attention, but she isn’t complaining.
>A few more thrust and she cries out and tightens around your arm, muscles rhythmically attempting to milk it.

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>She continues to heave around you, and a pale yellow liquid pours down your arm, soaking your clothing.
>Compared to how this could have ended pissed on and blueballed twice is certainly not the worst ending.
>On closer inspection it’s not urine, too thick and opaque, and it doesn’t smell like it.
>You guess this is just something Kirin do?
>Were it not for some anatomical drawing the researchers have you’d start questioning her gender and exactly how close Kirin are related to Bird Wyverns.
>Luckily there is a cave pool conveniently on the way back to base camp where you can wash up.
>You take one last look at her, kneeling and trying to catch her breath.
>A final glance at her pussy, now at a convenient level, tempts you, but your upper head wins out for once.
>You can’t get to it with that tail in the way anyway and you aren’t going to attempt to teach an Elder Dragon to roll over.
>As you walk away you decide though you failed your main objective (badly) you’ll count this as a subquest victory.
>Now you just need to find where the canteen stores the booze so you can repress the memories of fucking a monster.

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>You jerk to a halt as something grabs you by the collar.
>You turn around to find your new friend standing there.
>Fuck.
>Best case scenario, she’s clingy and you can sneak out while she sleeps.
>Worst case scenario, Snu Snu.
>She takes a few several steps back before releasing a blinding flash.

>When your eyes recover she has changed dramatically, her mane lies flat, behaving like actual hair for once, and glowing much weaker than usual.
>She turns around and presents herself to you, before laying down.
>She looks back at you expectantly.

>Okay this breaks it, you’d heard Elder Dragons were smarter than average monster, but this finally makes it sink in for you.
>Recognizing that you didn’t get off, that you couldn’t do her, and taking steps to fix it.
>Her earlier behavior makes a lot more sense too.
>She’s far beyond the simple animal you had taken her for.
>You dick immediately uses this revelation to accuse your brain of being a killjoy worrying for now good reason, and reassumes direct control.
>Armed with a justification for how the act you are about to (re)commit isn’t morally reprehensible you, for the first time today, follow it’s lead willingly.

>First things first, you need to thank her for being so thoughtful.
>You approach her head and kneel down next to her, admiring the quizzical expression she is wearing.
>As you grab her chin you can feel the change to her hair, soft and silky now instead of stiff needles, and the sharp jolts replaced with a pleasant tingle.
>You tilt her mouth up and plant a kiss on her other set of lips.
>She doesn’t understand what you just did, but she doesn’t mind.

>You toss your clothes aside as you return behind her.
>Moving her tail aside, you again feel the pleasant tingling and instead opt to bury your chest in it.
>Lining up with her soaked entrance, you take one last opportunity to rub yourself against her clit before diving in.

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>You stop to catch your breath, after all the teasing you’ve endure just entering her almost pushed you over the edge, and you have no intention of ending it that quickly.
>After a minute to recover, you begin again with slow thrusts.
>You slowly ramp up the pace, leaning forward and wrapping your arms around her flank, eliciting more lewd Kirin sounds.
>Her pussy feels amazing, gripping down tight enough that you would have never believed your arm would fit had you not already done it.
>Your crotch and hers are drenched in her juices, the wind chilling the region even more than before, only making it more apparent how hot her velvet tunnel is around you.
>Mounting her this way is even more taxing your stamina than the traditional method, but from her panting you can tell she’s almost as close as you are.
>She must either still be recovering from the last round or have a weakzone near her entrance.
>Either way the knowledge you’re good enough to get her off again, despite the weapon restriction, strokes your ego.
>You get in the zone, you now thrust automatically and just enjoy the sensation of her soft, damp passage enveloping you, the buzz from tail, and the rapid rise and fall of her flanks between your arms.
>As much as you hate for this to have to end, you are nearing your limit, and speed up one final time.
>The sound of the highlands and the storm roiling overhead are drowned out by the pair of you panting and your balls slapping against her as you lance in.
>She climaxes first, but you immediately follow, her milking being far more effective now than it was on your arm.
>You tighten your grip on her waist as you bury yourself in her and fill her with your seed.
>In turn she soaks your hips even further.
>You stay there enjoying the afterglow for a moment as her own milks every last drop it can.

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>Spent, you pull out and move to lean against her side.
>Despite the cold winds the storm brought, it’s surprisingly warm beside her.
>She repositions and rest her head by your leg and sighs contentedly.
>You affirm the sentiment, giving her snout another rub, and snuggle in against her.
>It’s weird, around an hour ago she was a mythical beast you had only heard of in stories, now she is a person you feel safe with in the middle of a storm in monster infested lands.
>With a yawn you realize how spent you really are, and that you trust her enough to watch you while you sleep.
>With one final shift to get as much warmth and softness from her as possible you drift off, offering a silent prayer to the Sapphire Star that you wake up before anyone decides to send a rescue party.