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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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Sweating up a storm, Brook held her Felyne aloft and dragged their furry and frumpy form across her brow. "A-a-anyway..."

"Hum?" Wobbling side to side, Jet struggled to balanced himself while Felynes clambered atop him and curled up on his shoulders.

"Let's keep your options open. Just in case! Just. In. Case. If Bronwen doesn't pan out maybe we can-"

"Anyone. But. Puck," Jet mumble grumbled.

"Shucks to Puck?" Brook deadpanned.

"Puck sucks," the Hunter dismissively rhymed back.

"Meow mrow!" chanted the kitty cat chefs in a chorus.

"Language!" tutted the Huntress.

"No no no. They have a point!" Jet shamelessly smirked. Arms hanging at his sides he playfully tussled and noogied every foul mouthed Felyne in range.

Arms crossed about her chest, fingers thrumming along her elbows, Brook shook her head side to side. "Jet. Seriously," she wearily sighed. "Does anything and everything Advanced Rank adjacent have to revolve around her?"

The Hunter's shoulders sagged at the call out. "Well. I. You see-"

"Just get it out of your system and be done with it," said the Huntress. Fist clenched she gently popped him on the chin.

Jet wilted at the invitation to make his myriad misgivings known. "W-w-what? Here? Now?"

Eyes half-lidded, and lips pulled flat, Brook could but nod her head.

"I. Erm." Jet grimaced at the mewling Felynes excitedly crowding around him for story time. "Where do I start..."

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Hammer held up before him, Jet grunted as a barrage of Redpits pelted against its stalwart stone head. With every impact, every volley, sparks grazed past him.

A Pukei-Pukei, her serpentine pupils contracted into razor thin pinpricks, rapidly barreled towards him. Hunched forward, and wings fanned out to its sides, her puffed out cheeks slowly deflated as a rat-a-tat deluge of pebbles and detritus erupted from between her pursed lips.

Gritting his teeth the Hunter struggled to remain standing as he found himself pushed further and further back while mounds of dirt and tangled knots of roots caught against his armored heels. His forearms throbbed, and wrists ached, as the oppressive burst of covering fire refused to relent. "You'll exhaust yourself eventually..." Jet warily thought to himself.

MLEM

At breakneck speeds the feathered chameleon's enormous tongue unfurled. As it lurched past the layered rows of teeth lining her maw a gargantuan glob of purple bubbled forth from her throat. Noxious fumes frothed and seethed off the misshapen sphere while it hurtled straight towards Jet.

Eyes gone wide the Hunter strafed to the side. His greaves noisily knocked against the cracked and discarded Redpits he had fended off but moments earlier. Try as he might to shuffle past them, their ovaloid forms rock hard and slicked with saliva, it simply proved to be too much to manage. Jet slipped upon them and, with a yelp, he stumbled face first into the forest floor.

FWACK

Weary grunts filtered out from between Jet's bloodied lips when his chin cracked against clay and mulched leaves. Shoving off from the ground as fast as he was able he-

WHAM

Sputtered when the Pukei-Pukei's striped tail cracked against the side of his head. Violently did Jet ragdoll across the clearing before crashing to a halt against the gnarled roots of a great tree. With a pained groan he released his grip on his Hammer and conceded the contest.

"GRAOAAAAAWR!" roared the Bird Wyvern. Hips sashaying side to side, her orange and green scaled tail errantly twitching behind her, the Pukei-Pukei tucked her wings close to her sides. Feathers ruffled and eyes narrowed she stomped towards Jet with menacing intent.

THOOM

THOOOOOM

THOOOOOOOOOOM

"Hurk!" Gasping for air, Jet's lungs burned when she brought a broad taloned foot to bear against his plated chest. Pinching her toes together around his neck, the Hunter's vision beginning to blur and fade, the massive monster lifted him up into the air...

WHUMPF

Only to roughly toss him up and onto his feet. Rising to a stand, her brows arched and eyes half-lidded, the Pukei-Pukei cleared her throat. "Today's the day, huh?" she taunted. Her voice, surprisingly singsong, continued to viciously serenade him. "Today's the day you finally earn your Advanced Rank and prove me wrong?"

With a wordless grunt Jet thumbed at his busted lip while his cheeks smoldered. At the start of every trial he boasted as such to psyche himself up. And every time his alleged Trainer relished the chance to rub his nose in it.

"Hum?" Puck cooed. Tongue draping out the side of her mouth its prehensile and muscular form coiled around the handle of Jet's Hammer. With a flick of her head she relaxed her grip and lobbed it into the hunched over Hunter.

Jet grimaced and grit his teeth when he found himself knocked back into the trunk of a tree. All but embedded into it, coarse bark scraping against his shoulders, the Hunter slowly but surely caught his breath. One day. One day those boasts would prove prescient and he'd put Puck in her place.

"Thought as much," cackled the feathered chameleon.

Fluted visor flipped down, and grateful beyond belief his beet red cheeks and welling tears were hidden to any and all, Jet heaved a heavy sigh. "...Well?" he spat out.

"Well what?" Puck playfully scoffed.

"Aren't you going to, you know, critique me? Taras always did."

Arms crossed about her petite chest, and lips curled back into the sweetest of smiles, Puck leaned in close.

"Y-y-you know. What I can and should do better for... uhm..." Swallowed up in her shadow, and choking on the poisonous violet fumes wafting out from between her teeth, Jet meekly stammered out one word after another. "Next. Time?"

Closer and closer still did the Pukei-Pukei draw towards the thigh-high human as a self-satisfied growl revved within her throat. "Better? There is no better! Not with you at any rate."

Fists clenched, Jet impotently seethed.

All but shoving her face into her Hunter's own, forcing him to slide down along the tree and tangle himself amongst the knotted roots at its base, Puck dismissively chuckled. "Don't be like that, Short Stuff! You know you're welcome to try and prove me wrong as many times as you like." Folds of pale green scales bunched against the undersides of the Pukei-Pukei's eyes as she made no effort to mask her malice. "Because I'll always be here to put you in your place."

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"...Oh. Well. No wonder then," Brook awkwardly ahemed.

"Mreow mjau mow," purred the Felynes as they nodded among themselves.

"LANGUAGE," shouted the Huntress. "But uh. I uh. Couldn't you have-"

"Every other Advanced Rank Trainer was already accounted for," Jet grimaced. "The only way out was through her."

Brook puffed out a cheek. "So you were stuck with her. I can see how that might have poisoned the whole of the Advanced Rank much less its Trainers for you."

"Yeah," Jet tersely grumped. "Yeah. But..." he trailed off as he fished out the red starred pendant tucked close to his breast. "If I can prove Puck of all people wrong-"

"Then you can prove Nell right," the Huntress proudly finished for him. "You'll earn that Master Rank yet! One of these days.

"One of these days," Jet sheepishly acknowledged in agreement.

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