On the Scene with Making Gains (Patreon)

Art by: Robertge

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Joining the fifth fleet had been a monstrously lousy decision. A bit literally since a giant lava dragon decided to rise out of the sea, capsizing many boats on the way over.

It had been a week since that dramatic arrival into the so-called 'New World', and Wendel was still shaking salt out of his fur. Meanwhile, things had continued to roll downhill for him. Turns out the Research Commission was not keen to accommodate an expert 'documentary task force' when it consisted of only one little bunny. No expenses were to be paid for his essential contributions of documenting and reporting the fleets progress in their research of elder dragons to the rest of civilized society.

At least he could not do so from the safety of a penthouse with palico butlers at waiting. If Wendel wanted a bed and food that meant earning money. That meant monster hunting; the absolute last thing he wanted to do on a fleet dedicated to hunting monsters. But for the sake of lunch, it was a necessary effort. Besides everyone else made this so-called Great Jagras sound like an easy kill.

Wendel really needed to stop listening to people not directly paid to help him. Dragging his chewed up boots back into Astera got him the usual odd looks and sniggers from various other hunters drifting about their afternoon duties. Stupid ingrates barely understood his weapons were words, not a dull sword weighing his hip down.

"Go rolling in the mud there, Mr. Expert!" One hunter that had been checking imports seemed unable to help himself. Wendel had vowed to bring back a Great Jagras big enough to feed the camp for dinner after all. "I could just be a novice compared to you, but I'm pretty sure such actions don't hide your scent."

Wendel would have growled back but did not want to dignify a response. Besides his empty stomach did that much louder than he could have managed. It was true the ore armor he painstakingly mined for was wrecked and every inch of exposed fur had been caked in filth from his epic hunt. Turns out being small and fluffy causes wyverns to mistake you for a giant plush toy to flail about in their jaws.

This had become a common occurrence after several similar hunts. None of which helped win Wendel sympathy with his constant boasting of things even the Palico found borderline narcissistic.

Speaking of which, it was a welcome relief to at least get into his shoddy, leaking, criminally overcharged room for a nice bath. The little cat person assigned to maintain it in his absence took to his job with professional enthusiasm. Wendel enjoyed such small comfort knowing there was one race on this planet that knew to respect their betters.

The same could not be said for those muscle heads at the forgery. Those guys got angrier every time Wendel came back with teeth holes in their armor, and a few wrong opinions on just what their craft was worth. An hour later Wendel stepped back out into Astera clean as a whistle but feeling very mediocre. All he had left to wear was a very flimsy leather harness, pants, and goggles. They were literally the bargain-bin gear he had sailed in on, with some rough patches to show for it.

Appearances were something to worry about later. Wendel barely got out the door before his stomach let loose a roar that would have staggered monsters. Clenching the durable leather over his belly, he brushed past some concerned workers for the stairs. The second-floor canteen was always lovely with its open bar and stone grill.

"Oh, it's you again? You want you'rrrre usual table scraps, mister big shot?"

The chef was slightly less pleasant. Oh sure, he was as friendly and energetic as any Palico, but this feline was massive for his species. Dude stood almost as big as any regular hunter while surpassing a majority of them with strong muscles bulging through that fur. Granted it was the bulge in his loincloth that got a lot of the female hunters talking. That scar going down his permanently shut right eye was a testament that his chiseled body was not for show either. Wendel would hate to meet the other guy of that fight.

"Not today, Chef!" Wendel beamed wide as he slid a piece of paper across the stone bar. "I got a voucher for a real meal today, and I'm starving for a big one."

The palico's fierce green eye looked at the paper for precisely two seconds before returning to Wendel. "That's written on a napkin, sirrr."

Drumming fingers on the stone rapidly, Wendel's grin faltered with visible sweat drops running down his forehead. While the big cat was not about to let any hunter on his watch go starving, they were not one for entertaining such greedy games. A good meal always tasted better when it was earned.

"Also 'voucher' is spelled wrong."

"Look, I just spent the morning being a wyvern's chew bone. Is a decent meal too much to ask?"

"Nothing in this life worth having comes easy, my frrrriend." Taking a bowl of broth from one of his aids, the chef slid it over to Wendel with a mug of water. "Why don't you go forage some nuts and herbs for the trade yard? That should get you enough for a good cut of meat by dinner."

Man, this palico could make even vegetable stew smell great. The thick creamy broth steamed fragrant warmth over Wendel's face as he stared at it. However, a week of eating this same mess of carrots and potatoes had taken away it's flare. He smacked the bowl aside with only a pang of protest from his stomach.

"Nuts to that! I ain't going back out to risk my life in a chaotic jungle until I'm full of some fresh meat."

The cloak of silence that fell across the canteen seemed to muffle even the cooking fires crackling. The chef was hardly even paying attention to him, eye locked on the stew spilled across his bar with an emotionless stare. His aids had all backed away or found cover as if expecting an explosion. All the other hunters at nearby tables had also ceased their socializing to regard Wendel's childish outburst with concern and curiosity.

The chef inhaled slow and deep as he turned to face Wendel again. Before the bunny could be prompted to run for his life, however, that feline muzzle curled into a smile. Something about that twinkle in his single eye felt more foreboding than any expressions of anger.

"Well, if you don't wish to pay for an honest days work, I guess we can go with our special methods of bartering."

Wendel blinked needing a moment to realize he was not going to be mauled. After which he relaxed back in his chair with a big grin too. "It's about time someone around here appreciates my needs. What kind of specials you got hiding in that kitchen?"

But the chef had already signaled his hands, springing them to work. It was the usual fare of fancy tricks and flips. Food flew about in expert tosses to be grilled, sliced, or boiled with fresh veggies. Strangely enough, all the meowing one palico did while cleaning up his soup mess made Wendel feel like they were laughing at something.

It was not long before a silver platter was slide in front of Wendel. A palico slipped on oven mitts to flip the lid off and reveal a feast for royalty. Four skewers stood erect dripping melted cheese across the tender chunks of meat pierced by them. Next to them sat a bowl of fried rice topped with a large piece of fish meat and caramelized peppers. Behind them, a round loaf of bread was hollowed out to be filled with a chowder way creamier than the gruel that had first been offered. It still bubbled slightly shifting around the enormous pieces of veggies swimming inside. There was almost nothing as perfect looking in Astera except for one fact…

"Why is the meat purple?" Wendel had to speak through his waterfall of drool. While the meal looked and smelled like a slice of heaven, cynicism kept his growling stomach at bay.

"We marinated these steaks in a secret blend of Palico seasonings for just such emergencies as yours. Its primary ingredients are herbs native to our homelands with extra strong flavors." The chef waved off Wendel's suspicious look with one paw. "But, if you don't want to eat it that's fine too. We can just add the cost to your already steep tab with the smithy."

"Fine! Geez!"

Wendel snatched a skewer of fondue steak. His little pink nose twitched rapidly but smelled nothing overly suspicious. The flowery fragrance added a new kind of sweetness to the cheese instead. Unaware of the whole canteen now watching him with baited breath, Wendel teased off the end piece of meat in a cautious nibble.

Both the rabbit's ears shot up to their full two-foot height, eyes growing wider than his dinner plate. Muzzle hung open in a gawking display of wonder at the roasted meat resting upon his taste buds.

In a rush, Wendel began to attack the remaining pieces with ravenous bites. He barely chewed the meat as it melted right down his throat. The skewer itself splintered under his sharp front teeth, but he paid it little mind. The other three were cleared out even faster before he grabbed a spoon in each hand to attack the fish rice and chowder in alternating bites. Bits of food flew everywhere staining much of Wendel's face and vest in the process.

Overall he devoured the whole meal in just a few minutes. A giant mug of beer finished it off nicely to wash all the sweet flavors off his tongue. Wendel slammed an empty flagon next to his platter of dirty dishes and delivered his compliments via one monstrous belch. While not disgusted by this display, many privy hunters shook their head with soft chuckles.

"Gods of dragons, that was SO good!" Wendel leaned back feeling elated to pat a belly that was finally stuffed full of something. "Thanks a ton, chef. It's been months since I had such a decent meal. Whatever you marinate that stuff in I want to eat it every day."

For some reason that got amused meows and giggles from the cooks and patrons respectively. Wendel's ears drooped slightly as he looked around trying to figure out what kind of joke he was missing out on.

"It's a bit too special to be eating it that often, misterrr." The muscular palico chef licked his lips as he eyed the rabbit. That twinkle had returned to his eye. Maybe it was the light of the cooking fires, but that bulge in his loincloth looked a bit more swollen than usual too. "Besides, you still have to pay for this serrrving."

Wendel turned his attention back to the chef, who suddenly felt a lot bigger flexing those muscles. "Y-yeah, right? Heh. So I guess I have to run a quest for you now?"

"Oh, no! Nothing as tedious or perilous for someone of your skills." The chef had taken what looked like a shaker full of green salt out from behind his counter. A large amount of the tiny crystals got deposited into his open palm. "If anything you'll find this requiring a lot less work on your part, and maybe a bit more fun."

"Wha-GAAH!?!"

The chef did not wait to toss his handful of crystals upon the grill. Its heat caused them explode, engulfing Wendel in a thick cloud of green smoke.

Wendel stumbled off his stool in a panicked shout trying to get away from the clouds assault. Both hands cupped his mouth too late to prevent a decent amount getting into his lungs. While he stumbled to stay standing the rest burned at his nose, a dull ringing drowning out other noises to his sensitively large ears. Eye's squinted shut trying to cry out the haze enveloping his vision. Even his clothes felt a little tight riding up his butt with each awkward step.

"W-what the hell did...you do that...for?"

Wendel felt something off with each word spoken. Hands trailed down from his mouth to a thinner, slender neck. A distinct lack of an Adam's apple bump explained the lighter pitch to his speech.

The tightness in his vest prompted Wendel's explorations further down. He quickly confirmed a pair of ample breasts pushed out the leather very prominently. Its design was very unaccommodating for such shapely mounds and pinched them something fierce. Attempts to try tugging the leather away from them only teased the tender flesh underneath.

"I...I've got…"

Trying to take a few steps back, like that could escape the sight of cleavage on his collar, only brought attention to the awkward new way Wendel's body moved. He twisted around slamming both hands on a butt much broader and thicker than any he ever hoped to see. The much more luxurious, shoulder-length, mane of hair he had grown was also hard to ignore.

"I've got a…"

All the information the poor rabbit was processing came together in one horrified conclusion. Hands whipped around the curves of his child-bearing hips to tightly cup between thighs that barely had a gap between them.

"I DON'T HAVE A…"

"I think you're rrrather pretty without it."

That the chef got behind Wendel to whisper in her ear was probably the most startling of events yet. The palico felt even larger pressing into her back, slinking beef arms under hers to grope at the swollen bulge of her vest. Claws plinked out of his fingertips to grasp at the cheap leather, tearing it from Wendel in a mighty pull. Wendel reeled back against the Palico's hard pecs as her breasts feel free in their full glory. Her startled cry a testament to the curvy woman she had become.

"W-what are you-ooohhhmmm!!"

The chef brought his hands back up to cup each of Wendel's soft mounds sans claws. Soft, delicate pads massaged their beautiful fur and puffed nipples to quickly melt away all of Wendel's resistance. Her knees buckled forcing her to hug both the palico's biceps for support. The chef seemed to approve of that, however, giving her little bites along her neck that caused Wendel to shiver in sensual moans. Such body weight was nothing for him to carry.

"Just taking my payment from you, miss!" He greatly emphasized Wendel's new title in a whisper that tickled her ears. "Working out in the New World is strrressful for all of us, so it's nice of you to agree in helping with my relief."

A bit of focus came back to Wendel through the rush of unexpected physical simulations. Her eyes grew increasingly wide as she put together what the big palico was implying.

Or it could have been the other large palico muscle pressing into the tight fabric over her rear…

The chef chuckled at seeing the gears turn in Wendel's head. He had intentionally waited for her to work the pieces together before shoving her forward harshly. Unable to catch her footing on already horny legs, Wendel smacked into the bar with a loud grunt. Her entire front bent over, just barely missing her tits getting splashed into the cheesy plates that had been her dinner.

"W-what was that for-aaah! N-no, please!"

Wendel tried shaking her hindquarters, but that only seemed to aid the chef in peeling her pants off her plump bunny ass. He piled them down around Wendel's ankles but remained kneeled for a second trying to ignore the throbbing of his own loins. The chef wanted a moment to appreciate the beautiful view of such a sexy backside, complete with fresh pussy waiting for his payment. Both pawed hands gently ran across the pelt of Wendel's rump, making her unwillingly coo her body's approval.

Wendel tried to look over to see what the cat was doing kneading her soft butt. However, it was too plump to see more than the points of his white ears. "C-come on now, p-pal? Please? W-we can work out another way f-for me to...to paaa-aah!!"

Despite her best efforts, the chef had little trouble kneading Wendel's ass cheeks apart. His muzzle plunged its way through the opening, startling Wendel with a stab of cold from his wet feline nose pressing into her clit. But that was quickly forgiven with his tongue making slow strokes over her sensitive nub.

The chef could hardly help himself. Having a looming buff physique was actually a turn off for a lot of smaller palicos, and hunters were becoming savvy to his 'special' dinner discounts. Besides Wendel's protests belied a sense she was also pent up from this expeditions rocky start. Her cunny was already moist long before he got the privilege to taste her sweet bunny nectar.

"Oh god! OOOH YESH! Mmmhmmm! Fuckfucksogood! Aaah haaah nngh!"

Not that Wendel seemed keen on further protests anyway. Each pass of the chefs sandy tongue had the delicate touch of a saint sending her whole body quivering. It was all she could do to claw at the stone counter and stay standing. Granted getting a big bunny booty bouncing in the face was a kind tip for her chef.

But lusty moans and dripping pussy were just samples of the palicos main course. He reluctantly pulled out from Wendel's snatch unable to ignore his mounting need any longer. At first, Wendel was slightly mad the tongue assault on her snatch had ceased. She remained sprawled on the counter heaving pants while her insides throbbed for more. Being halfway up to a plateau of pleasure left her confused when a raunchy smelling rag flopped inches from her face. It took several seconds of getting her butt massaged to realize she was looking at the chef's loincloth.

"Oh no no no! You can't possibly think to-HOLY CUCUMBERS OF FIRE!" she looked over to find the palico looming all his muscular physique over her backside. Hands continued to gently knead each cheek while a red feline cock propped between them to get its head tickled by her bushy tail. They made swords smaller than that thing. "Is that supposed to be your dick or a rathalos tail?"

"Why thank you!" The chef puffed his pecs in pride. Almost everyone had that reaction when seeing him perform for the first time. Former guys were especially over-reactive to his charms. "I have become legendary for making Devil Jhos jealous."

"T-that's never going to FIT!!"

They always say that the first time too.

"Just try not to clench," the chef said with a wink. His hips eased back, dragging his cock head down the crest of Wendel's butt to poke between her thighs.

"Now...l-let's be...gah! Let's be r-reasonable h-here. I'm not even...sagh! Supposed to be a real ladieeeeEEEEEEE!"

Oh boy, did Wendel clench when that thick feline shaft pressed at her folds. Every last muscle in her pelvis tensed on reflex to little good. Well, she inadvertently did a great job stroking the chef's cock on its way inside. It almost made him cum before his balls had even slapped up against her thighs. Wendel eventually had to relax, which also did not ease the tight hold her pussy had on his member.

"Aaahhh f-fuck! Gah!" Wendel continued grasping at the stone counter, seething through her teeth. The surprise of being so monumentally filled quickly gave way to thunderous jolts of pleasure. She was finding it hard not to give into how much the slightest twitch from the palicos cock flooded her nerves. A fact that was making her blush considerably with all the approving jeers of her fellow hunters filling the canteen.

"Mrreow? What was that?" The chef chuckled as his hands continued to knead Wendel's butt. He eased his hips back, red cock withdrawing from Wendel's lips glistening with a coat of fresh bunny juice. "I think she's saying how much she enjoyed your cooking, boys."

The other palico chefs mewed and giggled their amusement watching their boss do his work. Wendel would have been offended if she were not humiliated and horny at the same time. Feeling that chef's cock emptying out her insides sparked a desperate need to bring that tight filling back.

"Naah! NGGHH! Goddamitfuck!"

And bring it back the chef did, slamming his hips with all his buff power back into the rabbit's ass cushions. The force of his hilt hitting her legs jerked Wendel forward in another adorable cry, grinding her breasts along the smooth stone. Before she could regain another breath, he pulled out and smacked into her rear again. Wendel's arms flailed along the counter sending dishes clattering in a struggle to stay balanced under his harsh rhythm.

Such desperate struggles to keep up only prompted the chef to continue ramping up his fuckings intensity. Claws gently combed through the plush fur of Wendel's ass while he sped up his humps into a rapid pounding. The rabbits rear sloshed about like violent waves each time he bucked into it.

Wendels cries dried into near choking yelps. She became unable to voice much of anything outside her brain's pleasure overload. Even the rocking of her chest on the stone counter was stimulating in exciting ways. Oh lordy, getting eaten by an elder dragon was going to feel more relaxing than people spreading rumors such an awesome bunny liked her sex rough and submissive after this.

"W-what the-AH FUCKFUCK! Fucking caa-aaahht!"

Something the chef picked up on rather quickly from the reactive needs of Wendel's sexy new body. One hand crept up along her spine to yank back a handful of her matted hair like reins. His other paw remained pressed on the small of Wendel's back to pin her jostling tits on the counter.

"Ow! Ow! Stop iiiiit! Aahh nggh! Fuuuck oooh! L-let go, gaah! Ohgodyes! So tight!"

"It seems the expert hunter is having trrrouble deciding if she likes this, hmm? Guess we'll have to go in just a bit deeperrr to make sure."

The chef could not resist a little more teasing to turn that salivating lustful bunny face slightly redder. Her cunny was drizzling with nectar in its frantic milking of his cocks pumps. And as expected, Wendel's hips rose up onto her tip toes since he was not allowing her back to go anywhere. He responded in kind by arching his hips just right for that ideal downward thrust.

"Aa-haah! HAAH AAAHH! OH FUUUUUUUCK! YES! OH GAH! GODDAMMIT NNGGHH! HARDER! YES!"

Yup. Looked like he hit the right spot with his rapid humping. Wendel's ears went totally erect before her cries echoed all through Astera. The drive of the chefs thick head pushed right into a spot she had no idea existed. Its sensitivity rocketed her onto a plateau and right off its edge into a sea of pleasure. Wendel collapsed into her own cleavage having her shouts partially muffled by her soft breasts. Her how body shook from more than just her palico's rough fucking. Excessive fluids sprayed out through the tiny spaces his cocks withdrawals could allow, soaking both their thighs.

The chef was not far behind, especially with the way Wendel was harshly clenching around his dick. The hand on her hair tightened while his back arched with sharp, powerful thrusts to ride her like a well-tamed beast. Such dramatic posing certainly made the buff sweaty palico get approval noises from his fellow feline chefs and some of the entertained hunters. It was always important to look professional in every activity, be it cooking or collecting payment from a stingy fuck slave.

Still, he only maintained such posture for a few seconds as a familiar feeling of pressure welled up inside his loins. The sac of his balls pulled up tight between his muscular thighs no longer slapping with his thrusts, which grew even wilder. His cock could not resist Wendel's tight cunny or adorably fake protests any longer. Time to collect that payment in full and get back to work.

"W-wha mmhhgrr!?N-no...d-d-don't you dare c-cum inside-aawwwfuuuuuckmeeeeeee!"

Wendel came down from her orgasm just in time to experience another one. She bit down on her lip hard while drool spilled out of either side of her mouth, hands squeezing her sore breasts tight failing to keep them from shaking. Fresh feline cum filled her up in an overwhelming flood of warmth that left her crotch drizzling a waterfall when the chef finally pulled out of her.

"I believe that completes ourrr transaction, MISS hunter." The chef chuckled releasing Wendel's hair to let her collapse back onto the counter in a panting, sweaty mess. Although he could not resist giving that juicy butt a final slap with his still erect penis. It left a rather sticky splatter across her left cheek as a stamp of approval. "You may get back to hunting when you're ready. We'll be happy to clean up your mess."

"W-wait!" Wendel gasped between breaths. The whole world refused to stop spinning from her climax. "Am...am I gah...going to change back, right?"

"Oh, that?" The chef's eye twinkled in that way that scared and made Wendel's spent pussy twitch at the same time. "I'm afrrraid that meal is even more special, so it will require lots of Zenny to buy...of courrrse, if you don't mind other methods of payment..."

Wendel somehow managed to guide her butt onto a bar stool. Cum continued to seep out across onto its surface but least her feet could get some rest. "F-fuck yooou…"

"That is the generrral idea, yes." Many cooks chuckled with the chef as he slipped his loincloth back on. It still tented drastically with his cock taking it's time to deflate. "Of course, that is up to you, missy. See you for tomorrow's meals."

A feminine snort was all Wendel could offer in response to the chef's departure. Despite her anger at such a humiliating series of events, Wendel was a bit mixed about how she felt. The longer she laid on that counter resting, the more relaxed her body became about everything. That chef virtually cleansed her soul of all the stress this blasted expedition had mounted up for her in one good romp.

Well, except for the stress of her tits and ass continually shifting about. She could understand why this was not a highly preferred way of paying for one's meals. Now, none of her stuff was going to fit right.

Did he really have to hump her in full view of the entire fleet for that matter?

"Ahem!"

Just as Wendel's mind began to drift towards the problem of paying for a cure to get her own dick back, a gentle tapping and masculine cough drew her attention to the right. Glancing over only mildly surprised her to see the head of an avian penis standing erect inches from her nose. The falcon hunter it was attached too blushed at her wide-eyed reaction but remained firmly looming over her. Apparently, his pants had mysteriously vanished in the excitement of her lewd display.

"I...uh...don't suppose you'd be up for another round?"

One of Wendel's ears dropped over her face, partially obscuring the adorable scowl her face twisted into. "Look, buddy, you have no force on earth that could possibly…"

"I'll pay you ten thousand Zenny."

Wendel blinked, stopped in mid-thought at such an offer. Her eyes stared at the falcons semi-confident grin before dragging down to the male erection presented to her. It was...almost as big as the chefs…maybe not as thick...

"Give me two minutes, a stiff drink, and you got a deal buddy."

Hey, it sure beats fucking monster hunting to get her manhood back.