More giant monster women? More giant monster women.

Been a bit since I shared any of the designs for the various Trainers that populate my Monster Hugger series. So... here you go!

Canonically speaking I would say this silly discussion and info dumping of Trainers comes... right after the events of Monster Hugger Freedom

Wonderful design by  saintsucrose!



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Elbows resting on the Canteen's counter, sweat staining the bandannas wrapped around their foreheads, Brook and Jet sighed in relief when the midday lunch rush finally dwindled down to a trickle.

"So," sighed the Huntress.

"So?" inquired the Hunter.

"Mreow!" mewled the Felynes.

Lips pulled flat, Jet grunted at their anything but indiscrete eavesdroppers.

Dragging an arm along the smooth stone counter Brook sheepishly took to scritching at one of their calico coworker's cheeks. "So," she once again mused aloud. "You given it any more thought?"

Brows arched clean off his skull, and palm cupped against his cheek, Jet dismissively raspberried. "Did Taras put you up to this?"

"Psh."

"You're matching him word for word!" the Hunter taunted. "That gossipy snake squirrel I swear to Sapphire..."

"You know he has a point," Brook sassed back over bassy mrrrps and purrs. "You've been training nigh on everything and everyone save yourself!"

"It's not like I've been slacking off," Jet grumbled. With a roll of his eyes he reluctantly, if not roughly, tussled a pair of orange furred ears.

"No one is saying you have! Just. It'd be good to keep some of the rust off. That's all."

"Fehhhhhhhh."

"C'mon, Jet. We both know there's no point wasting your time rough housing with Rookie Trainers. Set your sights a little higher!"

Nostrils flared, Jet wordlessly continued to pap at the Felynes pawing at his thighs. "The Master Rank Trainers are already all accounted for, Brook."

The Huntress forced a strained smile as she mooshed some whiskered cheeks between her palms. "I said a little higher not a lot. What about the Advanced-"

Teeth clenched, and cheeks puffed out, Jet pointedly harrumphed.

Slinging her hands beneath a black furred Felynes arms, playfully rocking them side to side, Brook couldn't help but incredulously cock a brow. "Are you seriously still smarting over you know who?"

"And what if I am?"

With a snort, the Huntress gently bumped shoulders with her cantankerous counterpart. "You snatched your Advanced Rank from /her/ how many moons ago now?"

The Hunter, his hackles raised, continued to aggressively pat cats.

"Jet. You're acting like she's the only Advanced Rank Trainer there is. You have other options you know!"

Jaw agape, and brows furrowed, Jet dragged out an emphatic exhale.

"Don't be like that. Look. Why doncha hit up /my/ old Trainer? I'll introduce you even!"

"...That being?" said the Hunter as he grudgingly indulged her.

"Bronwen!" Brook declared.

"The Bazelgeuse?"

"Yeah!"

Lips scrunched, Jet grunted when a flurry of Felynes crowded around and mewled and mrowled at him to reconsider. "FINE. What's... what's she like?"

"She's..." Head cocked to the side Brook hummed aloud. "Bombastic. Boisterous." A profuse blush enveloped the whole of her head as she dwelled on a particularly decisive description. "Bodacious."

"Explain."

The Huntress sheepishly rubbed at the back of her head. "Well. Like. So."

"Mraow?"

"Don't rush me," Brook grumbled. "So. I'm not saying this to be mean, I'm not saying this to be rude, but Bronwen is anything but... aerodynamic."

Jet and the gathered Felynes exchanged uncertain shrugs with each other. "Okayyyyyyyy?"

Cuddling the black furred Felyne close, chin resting atop their head and rubbing it side to side between their ears, Brook repeatedly caught herself stammering.

Following many false starts the Huntress, fondly at that, recalled Bronwen's explosive entrances. Red hot scales, smoke trailing off their ovaloid surfaces, rained down like hellfire from the skies above whensoever the Bazelgeuse glided past. Dashing through the undergrowth of the Ancient Forest, desperate to dodge the rat a tat explosions left in their wake, Brook oftentimes found herself caught off guard by Bronwen's deafening roar.

The Advanced Rank Trainer expertly wielded her cast aside scales as a distraction to catch any and all Hunters under her tutelage unaware. After corraling them about her stomping grounds, deftly maneuvering them into place via controlled explosions, the Bazelgeuse would dive bomb directly into them for an oftentimes instant cart! Embers and soot trailed off her fiery form, wild mane of hair whipping wildly behind her, as she gleefully bulldozed her Hunters into the very bedrock.

"Divide and conquer your attention, huh?" Jet mused. "I... wouldn't be opposed to that! Thinking on the fly and forced to take the whole of the battlefield into account." Hands on his hips he shared approving nods with the Felynes mrowling in thoughtful contemplation. "What's the big deal about her being so shapely though?"

Steam wafted out from Brook's ears while she dredged up memories of the many divedombs she failed to dip, duck, and dodge. Try as she might she simply couldn't forget the sensation of being clapped flat between Bronwen's cavernous cleavage, buried and dragged beneath her bedroom sized belly, or ragdolling between her tree trunk shaming thighs. Every setback, every failure, she suffered at Bronwen's hands was equal parts humiliating and... huffy.

"You'll. You'll know when you know," Brook unhelpfully elaborated. Even after all this time she had yet to come to a conclusion on how she well and truly felt about being bludgeoned between breasts as big as she was.

"I guess I'll... take your word for it?" Jet uneasily answered.

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