Warning: Bi-sexual story. Usually focuses on straight porn, but homosexual sensuality between males and females shall happen.

Disclaimer: Image used is not mine.

Welcome hunter cadets. Welcome to the world of monster hunting. Monsters, anthromorphic beings with immense power and greater sexual appetites rule the the wilds. Your job is to hunt them for the benefit of our kind and even nature itself on occasion. Most of the time, monsters are busy, fighting, eating, and fucking each other's brains out. With us humans, it's just the two formers. Whether you consider that good or bad I leave up to you. Now...

"Hey there, little bookworm." I said in a suave tone to the lady in front of me, sitting down with a nice drink in my hand. She was rather cute looking with long ebon hair and soft features.

"Hello." She said a bit lamely, clearly more invested in her books. Give me a few words and I'll have her attention.

"So what are you reading?" I decided to ask. Now she seemed a bit more invested in the conversation.

Just as she was about to say something, some jerk with a red orange bad mohawk walked in and practically shoved the girl a bit sitting down, nearly wasting his damn drink on her books. "Yo, we're almost there. You ready to grab the New World by the horns?"

'Why else would I be here?' I thought sarcastically. I didn't verbally answer, settling to just look at him with indifference, my natural first defence mechanism. It didn't work sadly. He just looked to the side to reminisce for a moment before speaking again.

"Don't know about you, but it feels like ages since I left home to join the commision." I really don't care. "So, ya nervous." I didn't get a chance to answer, as this half-wit was eager to hear himself talk some more. "Believe me I get it. Anything could happen, but hey, that's half the-"

Someone else came over, another cute girl. She interrupted him and one alf of me was grateful. The other half of me wanted to groan as she shoved her apparent friend to take a seat and spill some of his drink on the first girls books, making her leave in an annoyed huff to my simultaneous annoyance.

'And there goes my potential romance for the lonely night. Thanks to these rude butt-ins.' Basically, I want nothing to do with the two people in front of me right now.

"Hey, are one of the a-list hunters?" She asked out of the blue. I nodded a bit tensely. The dude next to her made a rather extremely surprised face like he'd been told he just won the golden egg lottery.

"No way! We are too! Hey, can you tell us your name?" He asked like an excited child.

I sighed. "Yeah, it's Xavier." I answered reluctantly.

"How about a toast then?" The girl asked. I shrugged and lifted up my drink to clink it with their's out of politness and because my palico, Nikki, was with me. He at least made this experience better. He's always been a good partner depite the usual felyne libido. Truly, he was a purrfesional.

... I'm sorry for that. Felyne speech is the only thing that's rubbed off on me, thank god.

"To the fifth fleet and the A-list!" the guy cheered after clinking, before chugging some more of his drink. "So tell me, what's your theory on the dragon crossing?" He asked, not even bothering to tell me his name. I'll just call him nuisance for now. "They must migrate here for some reason." Nuisance continued with the obvious before I could even answer."Running the show for nearly forty years, the Guild's itching for an answer. They say the fifth fleets got the best shot and I agree."

"Speaking of which, A-listers usually work in teams of two. You have a partner yet?" I choose not to answer, a bit out of spite since I was also trying to get a more "hands on" handler before these nuisances showed, and I had to mull over my options.

'Most of the people here already have partners and I doubt the girl is in the mood to talk.' I scanned the area and found my potential. 'Let's try her.' I thought, looking over at the girl looking out at the ocean. She seemed serene and from the looks of it, didn't have a partner yet.

Without a word, I got up and made my way towards her, Nikki right behind me. "Listen to that." She said in a whispering tone. "Waves are getting rough, meaning we must be close to landfall." She said excitedly before turning to greet me and my enthusiastic palico waving from behind me. "Hi there and meody-do to you too."

"Hello yourself. Excited for the New world are we?"

"You betcha. So, you're an A-lister right?" I nodded. "Knew it. I have pretty sharp ears." She giggled.

I chuckled right back. "I bet you do." She must have some nice selective hearing considering all the noise around. That's a nice survival for a mere handler. "Your future partner will be lucky to have you around."

"Thanks. You know, I noticed the way you seemed to hesitate answering those guys before and-" Another interruption occurs when I mingle with a cute girl and this time in the form of the ship rocking back and forth like we hit something. My potential handler wasted no time in making a break to head topside and both me and my palico wasted no time in following her.

We made it topside and the first sight we came upon was a volcanic mountain rising from the ocean, our ship crashing up it. Our boat was rising to a vertical level and we began to slide down. The handler grabbed the top of the boat while me and Nikki began to slide down until we both grabbed onto a long foothold. I was spared from being thrown off, but my partner wasn't so lucky.

"NIKKI!" I yelled as a barrel smashed against him and he was sent plummeting down the ship. "Oh heeellllll!" I yelled as our ship crashed back down, sending both me and the handler flying onto the rising mountain.

"Ugh, ah, fuck." I groaned. I hear crashing and pounding waves, then someone pulls me forward.

"Come on!" I hear the handler yell, her hand pulling as we start to run up this monster. I knew it had to be a monster of some sort. Mountains of fire don't just rise out of the oceans.

We ran and climbed up the beast, dodging debris that fell from its mountainous mass. When we reached the top, we came upon more unwanted distractions. Flying wyvernoid, most likely vulture like beings following a giant food source slash fuck spot. We ran further, as it rose, unleashing its low rumble. The ship was way beyond us at this point.

"Oh no. Listen buddy, we're gonna have to jump and latch onto a wyvernoid!" She yelled. I nodded, understanding the situation.

We both sprinted for it, the handler girl making it much closer to the edge than me since the beast didn't shift as much on her end and make her stumble. Like a graceful kelbi, she leapt right off the edge then used her slinger to grapple onto one of the flying wyverians and I tried followed her example. Emphasis on try as I was a few seconds unlucky though, a flying wyvernoid swooped in and grabbed me by the arms.

"Gah, no! Let go, let go, let go!" I shouted, a bit panicky given the situation. I was being carried off, further and further from my intended destination with each flap, my panick increasing with every wing flap. I struggled harder and harder, eventually getting an arm free and the other lose. I reached for my hunting knife to stab him the leg.

In hindsight, that wasn't very smart. Now, it worked in getting me free from the flying fiend, however, I was already way high above the ocean and quite close to a giant thrashing monster. I crashed right into the ocean, my mind going a thousand miles an hour. Before I knew it, soemthing hit me.

My final thoughts at the moment 'Really glad I chose the metal helmet.'

"Oooowwwww." Was the first thing to come out of my mouth. God my head hurt. Felt like I was smacked with a slab of tough rock. Judging from my surroundings, I beached on a sandy slope and above me was a tropical landscape, a giant tree towering into the sky. The New World, just like the poster said. I made it. Despite everything, I made it!

I couldn't really admire the beauty or relief though. My head was throbbing and when I put my hand my head... wait, why did my head feel... almost like a rock. It was odd because first off, I was wearing a weak metal helmet, but it had clearly fallen off somehow as I was able to feel the breeze of the air.

In fact, thats the second issue. My whole body felt naked yet I was heavier than usual. I felt something dangling from me only it was dangling from behind me. That's not right.

I turned my head to the side and behind me was a tail, clearly attached to me. A long and slender sandy brown tail. Humans don't have those... I shouldn't have that!

I jumped in shock then looked at my hands. Sandy bown hands with dark brown claws. "This isn't real." I muttered. "A dream clearly." It had to be, this made no sense. Me, a wyverian. Get outta here... "Why aren't I waking up!" I yelled. I sprinted towards the ocean, hoping the water ould be clear enough to see my reflection.

Oh god, how I wish it wasn't clear.

In the reflection was a brute wyvernoid. A barroth. Me. I felt like hyperventilating, like throwing, like crying. "This isn't real! It can't be! I'm human dammit!" I felt my body, a now ridged top layer and softer under belly. A crown atop my head. My body, relatively a bit stockier than my old body yet still lean and mean. I was Literally rocking out with what I assumed to still be above average sized cock out. "No." I whispered. "Nnnnoooo!"

Call me dramatic if you wish, but waking up a wyvernoid is a bit of a heavy life change mind fuck!

"Hey!" Someone shouted. I barely had enough bearings to turn over to the peron who yelled that. I saw no one except a small heard of bipedal herbivores glaring at me. A huge crested male with his females behind them, Kestadons I believe. But where did that sound come from. "Hey, dude!" Oh, the monsters were speaking to me. Of course they were! I'm now fluent in the language of monsters! What next?! "Get outta here, we want no trouble!" The Kestadon said through his warning growls before slamming his head against the ground.

Judging from the smell, which was now stronger thanks to my monster nose, they were in the middle of breeding as usual for monsters. Eeewww. "W-whatever." I somewhat stuttered given my situation and walked up as calmly as I could. I made sure I was out of their vicinity before falling to my knees in some low grass, the weight of reality crashing upon me. "I'm a monster now. I speak their language. I understand them." I looked at my twitching hands. "How?" I whispered. There has to be some sort of logical explanation for all of this!

Out of nowhere, something with a green glow latched onto my hand. Then a few more came. 'Scoutflies? Then that means...' I quickly got up, scaring the flies away in a light shower of red and followed as fast as I could. I stopped when I came upon a wonderous sight. The handler girl from the ship, she made it! Not to the ship, but to the New World at least.

I though about running up to her, but I was hit by reality yet again. 'What would happen? Could I speak to her? Would she listen?'

When I signed up for this, this was all so far from my expectations. So fucking far.

I sighed and choose to watch from a distance. She knew what she was doing, being careful albiet curious with the wildlife. I watched her avoid the more belligerent and wirey jagras with ease, hiding in the foliage as she snuck pass. Dammit, how I wanted her as a handler.

I quickly went out of sight and watch as she came out to check up on a foot print. My footprint. "Damn." That's right, I can leave those in clearer detail now. Crap. I stopped for a moment. Something didn't feel right. Like someone was watching.

My suspicions were confirmed when something jumped out of the woods and straight to her. A greater version of the smaller jagras. A sinewy muscular build on him with a rather firm rump and rather moderately sized dick. His mane forming dreadlocks atop his head. Almost like mine were when I was human, but less refined.

"Shit" I had to do something! I couldn't let her get eaten for fuck's sake! I charged out from the thick foliage and shade, but stopped when someone else did stop the beast.

A guy with a giant bone sword and ponytail mohawk mix hair style swooped from the ledge above them. The great Jagras thrashed right into a dead log blocking a path, opening it. "Come on! Settlement's just beyond!"

"Okay!" She yelled, making a break for it with the hunter, whom I will fondly name Deux ex Machina. The Great Jagras gave chase and so did I. Had to see this turn out well after all. I followed them to a giant wooden gate and just as the jagras came upon the them, some huge pink, purple, and angry looking beast jumped down on the great jagras and began to throttle him like he owed it money. Correction: her money.

Clearly a brute wyvernoid, she was huge compared to the jagras and much taller than me. She was built with a savage beauty, strong muscles on a toned figure with a six pack on her to boot. A great plush yet firm looking ass and great big breasts probably bigger than my head not counting my crown. Boy, were her nipples puffy looking. I think she's an anjanath.

Too bad she was a monster, as I wasn't turned on by animalistic parts and not a wyverian "enthusiast". Why people were turned on by anthros, I'll never understand. Especially those reseachers. Ugh, weird useful nerds.

"Rrrraaaagghhh! What me tell you about skipping out on lick time!" The anajath yelled as she grappled the jagras in a headlock.

"I- I'm sorry!" He croaked out. "I was distracted b-by foo-od!"

As this went on, I watched Deus Ex and the handler girl shut the gate then make a break for it. Doubt I could break the gate and even if I did, what then? "I-I'm sorry-y!" The great jagras croaked before being slammed down on his back. Kinda felt bad for the poor slob. Especially after that bigger wyverian slammed her foot down on his cock. Jeez.

"Jagras will be sorry when me done." She growled. "Time for rough snu-snu!" What the hell was snu-snu? Whatever it was, I wasn't gonna stick around to find out. This was clearly a typical wyvernoid fuck.

"Wait! Who dat!" I heard the great jagras croak just as I turned to leave. I turned back around and saw both wyvernoids looking at me. I should've left sooner.

"What?! Why barroth in jungle lands!?" She yelled. She looked none too pleased. "Wait here or else. Me make example."

What the hell did that mean? She started walking right up to me and I found myself against a rock, breaking one of the first rules of survival. Never get cornered. "Get away from me! I'll do something drastic I swear! I yell for backup!"

In hindsight, speaking was still very dumb tactic. I doubt monsters listened to the pleas of prey and rivals. Plus, my weakling cries might've been egging her on. She was licking her maw and groping herself as she walked towards me and that jackass jagras began to make a break for it. "Oh! The jagras! He's leaving!" I pointed to myself. "Wrong monster!"... I have a bit of a speech quirk under intense stress situations. It's why I rarely spoke on hunts.

"Me get him later. Me love bigger squealers more. Especially rock hard ones." She pounced towards me and I rolled right under her, catching a glimpse of her moist egg maker. How I wish this was a regular hunt, and rather then avoiding rape, I was avoiding death.

Why some people had or made fantasy of this dung pile of a situation was beyond me.

Anyway, I forgot about my new weight distribution and found myself tumbling face first in the sand. Stupid crown. I did my best to get up swiftly and made a break for it, making my way into the dense rainforest. No way in hell am I satisfying wyvernoid pussy.

Xavier: A- list hunter of the fifth fleet.

Traits: Ebony skinned, thick blond dreadlocks, purple eyes, 6ft tall.

Status: MIA

Reputation: Public and Guild wise, nothing really. Rumored to be the "Renegade Angel" melynx assasins are looking for, but that's clearly not true.

Nikki: A-list Palico

Traits: Dark blue and black fur, usual big blue eyes, horn like ears, spiky tail, 3ft tall.

Status: MIA

Reputation: Public and Guild wise, none. Said to have the intense case of the "Jungle Fever" if you know what I mean.

AN: Oh boy, second hentai-riffic story. And with a plot this time. Basically, it's a comedic porno with some serious elements. It's almost like my other, more serious story "Fangs of Genesis", only if it were pornographic. Obvious differences being anthros have always been around and humans exist along with them. This story is what happens when you're bored and you're feeling inspired by your favorite hentai artists (in my case, Markydaysaid, Iggi, and Lewdncrude).

This will be my first time using first person story telling. Beware of unreliable narrator. Also, wyverns here are called wyvernoids since anthro. Fang beassts now called fanged beastmen and other categories (such as carapaceon, neopterans, and etc) still called what they are.

Don't end up like me kids. Stay sane and actually have lives.