Last Friday Night

>God your head hurts, how much did you drink last night?
>Hearing squawking, you look up to see a Kulu holding...
>Is that your helm?
>Get up and stagger a few paces toward it, before falling on your face.
>Watch it run off into the forest.
>At least the ground- branches- whatever section of the forest you’re in is nicely padded.
>Trying to get your bearings you glance around.
>Your tasset is laying nearby, your chest piece is twenty feet up a tree, and-
>A large tongue runs up your cheek.

>Fuck, no armor, no weapons there better be a bush to hide in again.
>Before you can get your hungover ass on your feet, the monster shifts to rubbing it’s cheek against yours.
>Enough of it’s muzzle comes into view for you to ID it as a Tobi.
>It wanders back to the center of the nest and lays down on its back.
>It just stares at you for a little bit, before looking confused, wiggling a little, and continuing to stare.
>Add taming a Tobi to the list of shit you apparently did last night.
>Walk over and start rubbing their belly.
>You get a happy… purr? Growl? Hiss? Something in response.
>It gives you a weird look… Sensual is the best your alcohol addled brain can come up with.
>One of it’s paws lands on your hand, and slides it down between it’s hindlegs.
>To a particularly wet division between it’s scales.
>Okay, tamed probably wasn’t the right word.

>Being the gentleman that you are, you aren’t going to abandon a lady (you hope) in need.
>Normally you’d be worried about your reputation if anyone found out, but after killing a potentially world-threatening, unknown Elder Dragon you could do her on the Commander’s table and no one would dare say a word.
>Well, no sense keeping her waiting.
>Sliding your fingers into the gap you are pleased to confirm it is a she.
>Wasting no time undressing (as your clothing is Gog knows where), you straddle her and start prodding her entrance, eliciting another, more sultry… call it a purr for convenience.

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>Pushing into her, you find her tighter than you expected but still looser than you’d like.
>A hand pushing down on her groin solves the issue nicely though.
>Still, you can’t help but feel bad for the males, but then again they’d see themselves as average.
>As you start thrusting into her she writhes in pleasure beneath you and-

>Ow! Son of a Barioth!
>Right, they build static to charge themselves, and she’s rubbing against the ground like this.
>Still that hurt way more than a static spark should have.
>Looking down at your calves, you see a pair of burn marks where the sparks are arcing.
>You apparently don’t give a shit while drunk.
>Still, this isn’t going to fly now that you’re sober enough to feel it.
>You spot your pouch laying against a tree, soaking wet.
>Looks like your drunk self made this easy for you.

>Dismounting nets you a confused call from your new friend.
>As you kneel next to your bag she prods you with her snout, wondering why you stopped.
>You rub he muzzle to reassure her before seeing if past you grabbed what you think he did.
>A very angry Vespoid tangled in your capture net...
>A Gajalaka’s sword...
>Some polished Kushala scales…
>Bingo, some Watermoss stuffed down in the bottom.
>You grab a handful and start drenching her fur to discharge it.
>She gives an angry hiss, but a hand under her tail reduces it to an annoyed grumble.

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>You work quickly but thoroughly, even getting the roots of the hair hidden under her tail’s large plates.
>Satisfied that her fur is as damp as her pussy, you gently press her side till she rolls over.
>You climb on her and start teasing her.
>Sliding your head against her, giving her just the tip before pulling back out.
>She tries her best to stay mad at you for soaking her, but the purring soon returns.
>You reward her good behavior and enter her again.
>She soon begins to squirm under your ministrations, thankfully without aggravating your burns this time.
>Perhaps you spoke to soon, as you pick up the intensity of your thrusts she increases her writhing and soon her tail begins brushing against your legs.
>But you’re too far in to quit now, you find a comfortable position laying on her stomach, the coolness of her scales spreading into your chest.
>You’d miss the extra tightness from your palm, but with each wiggle her insides twist and squeeze around your dick, more than making up for the loss.
>Soon her purring gives way to panting, and you can feel yourself nearing the edge too.
>A few more thrust and she convulses under you, caught in the throws of an orgasm.
>Undeterred you keep going until you join her, filling her with your seed.

>Spent, you pull out of her.
>You slide up her stomach till you can reach her face.
>It just seems right to kiss her after bedding her.
>She drags her tongue up your face in return.
>You lay with her a bit, both to enjoy her company, and to buy time for your hangover to fully wear off before looking for your gear.

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>A shorter while than you’d like later, she snaps to attention, and soon you hear it too.
>Footsteps below you.
>You wander to the edge of the nest and peer down through the foliage.
>A Deviljho?
>Didn’t even know those were in the New World.
>Looks like tracking down your gear might actually be a chal-
>Is that your sword embedded in it’s tail?

>No weapon.
>Half your armor missing.
>Nothing useful in your pack.
>And you have to fight a Jho.
>Hell, the Arena’s thrown worse at you.

>Time to get to work.