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Special Assignment: Astera
"What do you mean, there's not enough money for the Chef's Platter?" said the Handler, flabbergasted.
The Meowscular Chef shrugged helplessly.
In the end, all she could negotiate was a measly steaming meatball. The Handler was fuming. How was she supposed to study, list, and all taste the delicious, unique foods of the New World if all the money earned through her researches for the Commission and her partner's hunts were solely going in whatever new weapons or armor her Hunter fancied? Her culinary studies were important, too!
Fuming, and aggressively chewing on her meatballs, she didn't notice the Sisterly Fourth carrying a hearty meal, who sat on the nearby stump, smirking.
"Funding troubles?" she asked. The Handler sighed. The Sisterly Fourth, not losing her smirk, continued. "You know, the Research Commission is making a lot of progress since the Fifth Fleet arrived. After your exploits with the Zorah Magdaros, they probably have study materials for years to come, and there are many, many Hunters in the Fifth... Unless some unknown monster miraculously appears, you'll soon get lame, low paying hunts to send your Hunter to. Low income, low salary..."
The dark-skinned woman chewed one of her brochettes.
"... No big, delicious meal."
The Handler was alarmed!
"But... I'll talk to the Commander! We can get more assignments!"
"Then all the money earned will go into funding the hunting tools, potions, ammos, weapon and armor repairs, again."
The Handler slumped on the table. Right. She'd be back to zero: zennyless.
"Uuugh!" She whined "What am I going to do..."
The Sisterly Fourth smiled compassionately, and pushed her meal toward the despondent Handler.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll find something."
The dark-skinned woman winked, stood up and left. The Handler was left thinking. There were too much skilled Hunters now that the Fifth Fleet has joined Astera, and without much work in research times, they were just sitting around or doing low level hunts.
A cawing had her looking at the returning hunters. Her own Hunter was among the group, chatting with the other Fivers. They had apparently captured an Odogaron, and were bringing it back to Astera. Her Hunter's armor was damaged. Again. There would go the bounty's money... The Handler sighed. She noticed, as her Hunter bent over the chest to store her monster parts how her leather armor clung to her sweat-covered body, clinging to every curves, perfectly outlining her pussy. She also noticed how other Hunters would discreetly take a look at the curvy ass. The Cool Fiver's loin armor rose subtly, and the Handler was certain it wasn't from the wind.
Catching the eye of the Sisterly Fourth sitting at the other table, the dark skinned woman winked at her, spreading her legs slightly. A large bulge was fighting the tight fabric of her short.
A light bulb lit in the Handler's head. The Commission had too many Hunters, especially in these low activities periods. And among these Hunter women, there were a large group with traces of Wyverian blood, and a very eager "addition" to their female bodies.
She started thinking: the Tradeyard provided every tools needed, the Forge every armor and weapons, the Canteen hearty foods for departing hunters. But Hunters in time of scarce hunts could provide additional services in Astera, to Asteran workers and to Hunters leaving and returning from Missions? She could sign up her Hunter, and it'd solve ll her problems! No dangerous hunts, pay per missions, she'd be able to eat to her heart's contents again, and working together with her Hunter, they could even provide amazing buffs and talents to their fellow hunters through their service!
She had to talk to the Commander!
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In the early afternoon, the Hunter was consulting the Quests panel when the Handlers called for her. She smiled. Probably a new monster to hunt.
She was starting to get bored of doing the same hunts, after all!
Taking the elevator, she joined her Handler in the canteen. The girl seemed very excited.
"Hey partner!"
The Handler smiled cryptically, as a few Hunters around smirked, slowly pulling their throbbing cocks out of there tight shorts or armors.
"I've got a Special Assignment for you..."
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