Chapter 1 - The Hungry Handler Gets Hilted

“That was amazing!”, The Handler let out a long sigh of appreciation as she finished chewing the last piece of her aptanoth steak; it had been absolutely delicious. The Hunter, her excitable A-lister, had prepared a grand meal for her, his palico and himself before departing on a Rathalos hunt in the Great Forest. It was unusual of him to cook for the three of them, as that responsibility usually fell upon her, but she couldn’t have been happier! 
 
Recently she’d been feeling that they were growing quite distant; often running off on his quest before she finished giving very important advice. Now? She had no concerns, as he must’ve just been busy; how could he ever get tired of her friendly reminders? Hundreds and hundreds of reminders…
 
She enjoyed her role as a handler, but sometimes the camp was so quiet when he and his feline companion left, so dull. Plus, it was summer time. how could she waste such a lovely day flipping through her tired, old guidebook?! Without further consideration The Handler entered the tent and decided to change.
 
As she left the large yellow tent her wide hips swayed freely in the flowery pareo she’d changed into, perky C-cup breast barely concealed by the short, layered top. 
 
The Great Forest was heating up but she felt quite up for a walk nevertheless— not too far though! Lest she catch the ire of some hungry predator. Then again, her partner was out here! Should she get into a bind he’d surely come to her aid; he absolutely loved getting her out of trouble! Especially when that angry pickle was on a rampage!
 
Flipping her sunglasses from her brow down to her eyes, the carefree young lass wandered into the light jungle brush; all manner of small mammals and insects scurrying about the thick forest floor as she charted her path.
 
 It didn’t take long for her to stray some distance from their main camp and boy was this neck of the jungle dark! This didn’t deter the scantily clothed Handler as she felt safe knowing that her gallant hunter wasn’t far away; maybe she’d run into him and could make sure that he was stocked up on potions! Ooh! Or that he could collect debris dropped by monsters! She’d be sure to tell him that...when she...found…him... the young brunette felt, odd. She was sweating, but it wasn’t only because of the heat. Almost autonomously, her small hands slowly slithered their way from her sides to the fullness of her breast. 
 
They felt so firm in her hands and despite the openness of the location she felt very little shame about giving herself an "examination"; her usually pale cheeks were flushed cherry red. Once freed, her smooth orbs easily slipped past her flowery top and erect nipples twitched firmly in the wind. 
 
What had come over her? What would the hunter think if he caught her in such a compromising position? What would he do with his fat…hard…throbbing—no! 
 
Saliva was beginning to collect around her tongue and trailed down the corner of her agape mouth; a free hand inching down her navel and into the lower half of her outfit. She’d worked up something of a sweat by now and could feel her entire being consumed by the bestial heat. Her mind desperately tried to cling to logic, tried to deduce as to why she’d entered this rut; her body had no such questions. 
 
Unable to hold herself upright any longer, the Handler’s bare legs trembled as the horny woman sunk to her knees and dexterous finger desperately searched for her sensitive clit; she was soaking through her panties and nearly ripped them away as she pulled the underwear aside.
 
There was a loud screech that echoed from the dense forest behind her, a short series of shrill and guttural barks, but the Handler was much too carried away to pay them any mind. All she could think of was how the Hunter would feel if he saw her, hell, how his smarmy little cat companion would feel. They'd be so surprised... to see her like this…He'd strip her and complete a much-needed special delivery quest. 
 
Right now, she just wanted something inside of her welcoming pussy; anything would do. One of her thighs was growing slick with cum as she spread her slick walls with abandon. The screeching grew louder, and before she knew it a pair of yellow reptilian paws flung over her shoulders. 
 
“W-Wait!” She gasped in a half moan as her increasingly eager box quivered in anticipation of the new arrival. The jagras peeked over her shoulder with its long scaly head as if scanning the jungle for any predators, flicking its tongue wildly in confusion, but the beast felt it was at the right spot. There was a moment of hesitation before it proceeded to push the plump Handler into the soil below; a knotted cyan phallus hovered just behind her exposed pussy and mingled its heat with her own. Jagras weren’t particularly intelligent despite being pack animals, at times they were downright stupid— but with the proper pheromones? Especially those used by palicos to turn them into loyal tailraiders? Well, a jagras was quick to act on those instincts.
 
“Ju-Just fuck me already.” The verbose, and often annoying, young woman had no qualms with being taken by this curious beast right now. She wildly thrust her exposed womanhood against the creature’s length, pushing herself back to accommodate the raptor-like creature’s penetration. 
 
It obliged, and giving a chirpy call before proceeding to ram itself inside of the inhumanly aroused Handler. The scaled monster wasted absolutely no time burying itself inside of her aching womanhood, slipping its pulsing knot inside with a slick *pop*. Shit! Her brown eyes rolled in into the back of her head as twitching digits dug into a grassy patch beneath her; by the sapphire star she was already going to cum! It rode her wildly as quaking legs bucked back to milk the predator in a desperate attempt. Another loud screech called from the jungle; The more the merrier! The Handler scraped together the thought, frantically craving another hole to be filled by man or monster alike. That must’ve been a fucking great steak! 
 
With a series of low, short purrs the jagras emptied a torrent of viscous spunk inside of its willing mate, giving several hard thrust before attempting to remove itself. The creature struggled for a moment before finally releasing its engorged member; The Handler nearly orgasmed for the umpteenth time as the beast slipped free and trotted away.
 
Her sunglasses had long slid onto the floor and her brown ponytail was now unkempt and wild, she had been reduced to little more than a beast in heat but cared little about the how, when or why/ In the meantime, she shakily tugged at her swollen nipples with little concern as to the dangers of the Great Forest. Another scaly canine trotted forward but unlike the first knew what it was doing; perhaps it had done this before? 
 
Eagerly, it slipped itself inside of the glistening, spent slit and fucked her without concern. She was grateful for its service and falling into the moist soil used her hands to spread herself for the second yellow-scaled monster; she could feel herself about to rupture again as her body was used by the creature. More screeches echoed from the shadowy jungle and the blissful Handler could do little more than gleefully moan in affirmation to their calls. “G-GG-Good…A-Agh! F-F-F-Fuck!” 
 
By the end of the day she’d be filled with buckets of goopy jagras gravy and had nothing against it.
 
Maybe she should let the hunter cook for her more often?