(This is the continuation of "Monster 'Hunter' Regrets." Please read that first.) Sorry I'm late, I hope you enjoy.

…The three-inch Hunter turns around while kneeling, and regrets viewing up at Rooli. He is currently hovering above the floor, flapping his wings at Ronda’s level. He has a dark bourbon brown on his wings, back, outer head, and tail. His chest has beige feathers, along with his face and legs as well. His feet and beak are orange, with his talons being the same bourbon color. His eyes on the other hand are different. They are a deep amethyst, an unlikely color for any cahoot. The stature of this owl having a wide wingspan, a puffing feathery chest, two crowning horn feathers, and alluring amethyst eyes can sum up to one word. Royalty.

“Greetings Ronda. I’ve finally returned.” Rooli’s subtle yet exhausting voice announces. Ronda walks forward to PLOP her left foot onto Hunter, with her heel coving Hunter’s lower body. His upper body is free behind her heel and begins to punch it to no success. “Nice to see you again Rooli. Did your gathering go well?” Ronda greets him delightfully. “I have several bags of herbs, nulberrys, honey, and everything else on Hunter’s list.” Rooli answers as he keeps flapping aloft the floor.

Hunter doesn’t allow Rooli deep into his hut because Hunter despises Rooli’s ability to fly. He doesn’t like it how Rooli can look down on him or the freedom he has when flying. The hut entrance is the only spot Rooli can enter, just so Hunter can look down on him when he gives orders.

“You are very chipperly today Ronda. And I think Hunter knows why.” He states while beaming down noticing Hunter’s small situation. Rooli may speak small, but his words are wise, and eyes are sharp. He isn’t one to playfully tease others for good or bad. He is a proper being, with a modo of “being kind to all spirits”, even to someone like Hunter. Which is one of the main reasons why Hunter allows Rooli to enter his hut or hang around Ralu, Remy, and Ronda. And so Hunter can listen to Rooli’s encapsulating compliments. “And here I thought I was doing well hiding my excitement…” She veers down and gently drags her left heel side-to-side SHRIFT SHRUFT SHRIFT SHRUFT “And hiding Hunter.” She teases and tortures.

“At first, I thought it was a mouse, but the ragged clothes and no tail gave him away.” Rooli explains as he lightly lowers himself onto the floor. The width of his wings are longer than Ronda’s height, but when touching the ground and bringing his massive wingspan to his sides, his own height barely reaches Ronda’s shoulders. “Get off the ground Rooli, you know what happens whenever you touch the ground!” Hunter threatens with ire, still punching Ronda’s heel to no avail. “I believe you would, ‘throw me out’ if I did so.” Rooli recalls aloud and apparent.

“Ronda, please remove your paw.” Rooli requests, leaving both Ronda and Hunter to react in synch. “What?” they say with baffling faces. “I’m on the floor, let Hunter ‘throw me out’.” Rooli repeats plainly. Ronda can’t understand why Rooli would want this, but she also can’t imagine Hunter doing anything bad in his shrunk shape. “Ok.” Ronda lifts her foot, only to see Hunter surprisingly stand and rush to Rooli. “Why you fucking foul, your gonna regret that!” Hunter yells while mad dashing to Rooli. He dive kicks at Rooli feet, “Get ou-UGFFMM.” As he charges in with the kick, he strikes Rooli’s right foot. Only to bounce off of it like a ball from a tree. He lands back on the floor knocking the wind out of himself.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha, you just ha ha ha and fell ha ha ha ha.” Ronda can’t get a sentence out as she laughs uncontrollably from Hunter’s attempt. “Are you ok?” Rooli questions with concern in his voice and unshaken from Hunter’s attack. Hunter’s left leg is aching, but he stands up faking a strong pose. This humiliation churns inside him, and it’s all Rooli’s fault that Ronda is laughing at him. “Of course I am, but you won’t be.” Hunter replies and pursues the kick again with a limping leg. “Now, you are gonna…” “Stop” Rooli interrupts Hunter. Instantaneously, Hunter sees a blur before he feels his chest, waist, and legs tighten. A forceful grip immobilizes his body. He only glances down at a compressive claw and follows that claw all the way up to see Rooli’s earnest expression.

“What are you thinking?” Rooli reasons with Hunter. “Kicking you out of the hut you boneheaded bird. Now let me go!” Hunter blurts and struggles in Rooli’s grasp. Ronda continues her laughter from Hunter squeaky voice of rage. Rooli on the other hand is still and sincere. “Your leg is injured; I saw you hobbling on it.” He reminds Hunter, who only pouts and pushes from Rooli. “Just… nrrgg… let me…ggrrhh… go!” Rooli tries to reason with him again. “I’ll get a doctor to help with your leg, I saw the palico Shoto wa-” Hunter disrupts Rooli aggressively. “I’M THE BOSS! I don’t need a doctor or any of YOU in my hut. And I will do anything and everything to kick every single one of you abominable ass-face animals! NOW LET ME-” Hunter gets cut off from a sudden shift.

Rooli flies to the ceiling of the hut with Hunter and lands on a horizontal support beam, and Hunter. “Ronda, please prepare the hut for guests.” Rooli tells her calmly. “How many?” she inquires. “Whoever you trust.” Rooli pauses slightly before saying ‘trust’ to clarify that only a couple can come. Ronda gets the message and starts some preparations. “Mmnfff” Hunter groans as Rooli realizes he is stepping on him. “Whoops, guess I could have landed better.” Rooli says while lifting his claw off Hunter.

“Get off me ya oblivious owl…” Hunter speaks but gets nervous when realizing how close to the ceiling he is. “Wh-where are we Rooli?” Hunter stutters. Rooli faces and answers him. “We are on the hut’s support beam.” The beam is 6 inches wide while Hunter is 3 inches tall, but that’s not too comforting for Hunter. He looks past Rooli’s legs to see a vertical beam connect to the ceiling along with another beam behind him, both which connect to the beam he is sitting on. But Hunter doesn’t dare try to look over the sides of the beam he is on, because he is petrified of heights. “I’m sorry Hunter, but this is for your own good.” Rooli suggests.

Rooli walks towards Hunter, which unintentionally tremors the beam quavering Hunter a bit. “If I left you down there, Ronda would have continued her fun with you.” Rooli tone is frank, but Hunter is concentrating more on not being shaking off the beam from Rooli’s steps. “And I know you are afraid of heights, and that you won’t move anywhere as Ronda and I bring friends in to help you.” Hunter is zoning out in fear in his position, but he hears the stifling words Rooli says and whips his head up to Rooli to reply. “Wait, what? No.” Hunter does not want anyone to see him like this, it’s too embarrassing and knows the other will take advantage of him. Hunter swears Rooli is being cruel, but Rooli simply just wants to keep Hunter somewhere where he won’t rush or hurt himself.

“Get me down.” Hunter demands. “No.” Rooli answers. Hunter continues to order. “This isn’t a game. Let me down!” Again, Rooli replies. “No Hunter.” Hunter attempts to stand with jello legs and pleads loudly. “Come on Rooli.” Rooli retorts, “No, if I do you will run around and injure yourself. I am inviting people to help you, please stay put. We will fix this debacle.” With that Rooli swifts off the beam and flies down, leaving Hunter by himself coughing from the dust cloud. “Dammit, get back here (cough cough).” But his empty cries didn’t bring Rooli back. Hunter falls to his hands and knees in dread. Rooli is his only way down but has left him high and dry. At least that’s how Hunter proceeds to think.

“I’m… I’m stuck up here. Until Rooli gets back and…” Goosebumps rise as he remembers what Rooli told him. “Invites people to help me.” A rebelling reaction takes his body over, “I need to get down from here before that happens.” Hunter strengthens himself to stand and observe anything near him that can get him down. But dust is the only thing he sees on the horizontal beam, vertical beams, and string tying the beams together. He sees the string knot on the bottom intersection of the vertical and horizontal beam. He attempts to untie it but doesn’t have the power to do it.

Puzzling his mind around this, he sees an old rusting nail and an idea sparks, “Wait, that’s it!” Hunter grabs the nail and begins cutting the string at the top. He doesn’t want to mess with the bottom knot that will hold the string to the pillar. “I just need some of it to get me down, just hope I don’t bring the hut down too.” He vigorously cuts through a nonimportant portion of the support string. But the rope is tough against the old rusting nail. “Cut, cut. Cut you piece of shit, cut.”

After some time, he manages to cut the string at the price of nearly exhausting his forearms. The rugged string to a 3-inch Hunter is the equivalent to fervent vines in the jungle. “Stupid thing. Now to unwind it.” The support string wraps clockwise around the vertical beam top to bottom. So, Hunter slowly pulls the string from the top left side of the vertical beam to himself. Once he has his cut end with him, he tosses the string to the right side draping the rope down and pulls on the left side again. He repeats the pull-and-release cycle nearly twenty times. This does fatigue Hunter since the more rope he drapes over the right side of the beam, the more weight he must carry up and then some more on the left side. But he thinks it’s enough length.

“Now (breathes) to tie it around me (breathes) and repel down.” He threads the rope around his waist, through both legs, and waist again for a makeshift lower harness. “Better triple tie this knot to be safe.” He ties the knot three times behind his back. Hunter’s back and arms are sore from pulling and tying of the rope. Sweat drips from him and the toy clothes he is wearing. His fraying hands keep shaking and can barely get a grip on the rope. He sighs frustratingly, “Come on you can do th-” his sentence gets cut off by a whirl of wind that blows him on his back. The beam tremors a bit from something landing on it, and Hunter didn’t need to think hard on who it is.

“Hunter, what is this?” Rooli questions as he brings his massive fan of feathers to his chest. With daytime diminishing, the daylight in the room fades making the ceiling nearly pitch black. “Stay back Rooli. Don’t come any close.” Hunter commands with anxiety, only seeing Rooli’s silhouette and large lavender eyes. “Hunter, please don’t tell me you are planning to jump.” Rooli states worryingly. “You left me up here to die. What else was I supposed to do?” Rooli can tell how Hunter is really on edge, and he is trying to prevent him from jumping. “I didn’t forget you, I had to set up plans to help you. Which I am still doing right now.” Rooli assures him, but Hunter is still on is guard.

“I don’t want your help. I don’t want anyone’s help.” Hunter declares while grabbing the rope. “Hunter…” Rooli announces promptly while spreading his wings and placing one claw forward. “Please don’t do this.” His words are gentle, but Hunter is taken aback from Rooli’s pose in the dark. The mere memorizing image of Rooli’s outline replaces Hunter’s previous working sweat into a cold sweat. The only parts that Hunter can see on Rooli are his terrifying talons, fierce feathers, and piercing purple eyes a predator uses to kill its prey. And Hunter is panicking, knowing now what it’s like to be the prey to this overwhelming ominous owl. Fight or flight mode engages in Hunter as he grips the rope and runs to the edge.

“Don’t!”

Is the last thing Hunter hears from Rooli before jumping of the beam and holding onto the rope for dear life. Rooli lunges over to try and snag him with his talon but isn’t in time. Hunter turns to see Rooli miss him, which eases his mindset.

“There he is!!”

Hunter listens to someone calling beneath him, but it isn’t Ronda. He looks to the ground and shakes in shock when analyzing a plethora of palico and palamute buddies in his hut under him. “I’ll catch him,” says Senri, the palico mail deliverer. “Nope he’s mine,” rebuttals Kisaki, the palico smithy for buddy armors and weapons.

As Hunter descends, the string tightens. In that moment Senri and Kisaki reach to grab him, but the string yo-yos Hunter up. Thankfully for Hunter, they were not close to catching him. “Hunter, don’t move?” Rooli flies above waiting for Hunter’s momentum to stop so he can grab him. Unfortunately, if Rooli’s claws cut the string and not catch Hunter, then Hunter falls to death. Rooli misses high, but that only made the other guest more eager to capture Hunter.

“He’s coming towards me.” Shirubei disclaims, the palico buddy expert coach. “Then move it so I can get him.” Maido declares, the palico merchant of Kamura. As Hunter falls again, Maido and Shirubei both jump with all their might to try and reach Hunter. Who can see their claws trying to snag him, but the string rebounds him up again from their grab.

Rooli goes in for another grab himself, but just misses below Hunter. “Tish get on my shoulders.” “Ok Badum.” The twin music drum palicos form a two palico tower to get more height. “Hey, don’t copy our idea.” “Hold still Shiratama, stop moving on my shoulders.” Kinako speaks up to Shiratama, the twin palico chefs make a tower themselves to get him. Hunter falls again nearing the two palico towers. The cruel claws on both Tish and Shiratama freak Hunter out as he descends closer. Both palicos attempt to snag but miss by a hair. And Hunter feels their air whiff and he rebounds up again.

Hunter’s heart has been racing this entire encounter. He has been focusing on overcoming his fear of heights, dodging Rooli’s talons, and praying that the buddies beneath can’t reach him at all. “Hunter, let me help you.” Rooli states honorably while attempting to snag him again. “Don’t, you’ll cut the line.” Hunter screams as he sees Rooli’s talon’s nearly cut the string. His squeaky voice stops Rooli’s attempt and made the entire room laugh. The guest palicos and palamutes are giggling uncontrollably from Hunter’s squeaky sound, unable to focus on catching him. All except one persistent palamute.

“My turn.”

Moji states sternly, he is the palamute buddy recruiter. He shoves through the other palicos and winds up on his hindlegs. As Hunter falls down yet again, he looks below to see a monstrous maw jumping up to him. Moji’s saliva glisten as it drips from his white saber teeth lining his mouth like an impenetrable fortress. Or in Hunter’s case, jail bars that will close him into this canine’s cavity cage. “AAAAHHHH-” CHOMP. Moji closes his mouth around Hunter, while standing on its hind legs. The audience of palicos and palamutes cackle and appraise his capture.

“How does it feel to capture a monster, Moji?” One of the palamutes jabs. “Hope he tastes better than he acts, for your sakes at least.” A palico taunts while the audience laughs with her. “So, does he feel more chewy or crunchy in your mouth Moji?” Goka, the palamute weapons specialists, incites to Moji. Hunter is in a fetal position clinging onto his rope in sheer horror. Moji’s tantalizing tongue begins to circle in his mouth with saliva splashing onto Hunter’s face. Shimmers of light crack through Moji’s teeth as he holds but doesn’t bite the string with his front teeth. Even with Moji being a feral palamute, he balances well on two hindlegs. He veers over to Goka to reply with a full mouth. “I’m abwout to fwind out. GGGGRRRRRHHHHHH.”

Moji purposely growls to rile the others up and to scare Hunter. A snarl so crackling loud that it even makes Magnamalo’s snarl sound petty. Hunter is about to become a chew toy, or far worse, Moji’s snack. “I can’t go out like this. I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna. I don’t wanna.” Hunter repeats to himself as he feels the roof of Moji’s mouth close, the rope begin to pull down, and the light dissipates. “Uuuggghhhh I don’t mmmrrrgggg wanna.” Hunter pleads with the mouth constricting him. The noise of the buddies deafens with the light becoming obsolete to Hunter’s now new role, as a palamute’s chew toy.

“Stop it! All of you!” A resonating response ceases the crowd’s noise and Hunter’s near demise. “Moji, release him at once!”

Hunter feels the weight of Moji’s mouth relax, allowing him to breathe again. And a massive amount of light nearly blinds Hunter as Moji opens his maw and walks in front of Hunter. Overtaken by fear, but now blessed with grace, Hunter begins to implore aloud while still unable to see. “Thank you, thank you so much. I would have been destroyed or…” As Hunter regains his eyesight, he sees Rooli rest on top of Moji’s back. And with the string slightly turning him, Hunter begins spinning to view every palico and palamute surround him with a foot of space. With Moji’s attempting bitter bite, he stretched Hunter’s rope longer bringing him down to the palamutes and palicos chest level.

“Or worse.” Hunter finishes his praise with eerie and disdainful eyes locking onto him. “Do you know why I saved you Hunter?” Rooli asks him collectively. Too scared to speak, Hunter fetal positions onto his rope again and shakes his head. “It’s because no matter how horrible you act towards all of us, fear and anger will never thrive in Kamura, but happiness will. Kamura is a joyous safe place to everyone. Humans, palicos, palamutes, and cahoots.” Hunter is listening but doesn’t lighten his grip. “And that same terrible fear and anger nearly had you shredded by our claws.” Ronda adds with the other palicos showing their claws. “Or eaten by me.” Moji implies with no hesitation. “That is until Rooli came in.” Moji finishes while looking at Rooli.

“Hunter, this may be challenging, but can you please understand what would have happened if anger and fear continued.” Hunter nods his head profusely, like a toddler. “Is there anything you want to say?” Rooli implies while expanding a wing to the room. Though only looking at Rooli, Hunter responds quietly. “Sorry.” The buddies begins to act up a bit in frustration with his half-ass apology. “Hunter, please speak up louder.” Rooli says with a parenting tone. Hunter refuses for a moment, until the buddies close in on him with threatening and ill intentions. Making Hunter quickly rebuttal for his life, “I’M SORRY ROOLI!!” The buddies stop their engagement after Hunter’s plea while closing his eyes. Silence is the only thing he hears, while hanging on a rope in the middle of the room surrounded by palicos and palamutes.

“Alright everyone, you heard him. Now we do things my way.” Rooli demands over the crowd of sullen palico and palamute buddies. “Wh-What’s do you mean?” Hunter questions dumbfoundedly. “Simple Hunter. While I left you on the beam, I spoke with the buddies here on how they wanted to handle your small situation. Long story short, they wanted to keep you like this forever.” Hunter shivers from Rooli’s response, and the pernicious presence of the buddies staring at him. “But somehow, Rooli was able to make a deal with everyone here. If you were able to apologize to everyone before someone took you out of the hut, we will help find a cure for you. Honestly, I don’t know why Rooli stuck his neck out for you?” Ronda confirms while looking at Rooli.

Hunter stares at Rooli contently, there is no disgust, vengeance, or hate when speaking to Rooli. “Thank you Rooli. I’ll-I’ll be better.” Rooli smiles and announces. “Kinako and Shiratama, do you have the elixir to help Hunter?” Shiratama responds. “Yeah, it’s right here.” Kinako holds up a vile of yellow liquid as Shiratama points to it. “Good, I’m going out to see if I can find Ralu and Remy. Everyone else, please keep this tiny Hunter situation a secret. I believe his change is sincere as I am.” Rooli proclaims with the highest modesty. He flies out of the hut in search for Remy and Ralu.

“Hey Shiratama, can you please untie me? And Kinako thank you for making an elixir to reverse this.” Hunter explains in the politest manner he has ever done to any palico or palamute. His eagerness for becoming normal size and really turning a new leaf is making him happy, genuinely happy. “Seriously?” Kinako interrupts Hunter’s joy. “You think you’re fooling any of us?” The twin chefs discerning demeanor confuses Hunter. “I- I am being serious. I mean, not rude just, honest.” Hunter reiterates.

“Honest. Honest! You weren’t honest with me about your money for buddy armor.” Kisaki spouts as she marches towards and left fist grips Hunter. “You purposely stiffed me on zenny every time. And these paws are hardworking, let me show you.” With bringing her right paw over her left, she completely grips Hunter torso. “Ok, I was in the wroUUUNNGGGGG!” Kisaki double paw squeezes Hunter’s body, with his feet spazzing and face turning red from the sudden blood rush of her powerful paw pad pressure. “Say that again Hunter, I wanna hear it.” Kisaki derides him, but with her strong smithy squeeze, Hunter only makes one noise, “SQUEAK.”

Kisaki unknowingly releases Hunter from his little lung whistle cry, causing everyone in the hut to laugh hysterically. “Kisaki, move over I want to see of I can do that.” Senri tells her, and she complies as Senri comes in from the right. “This is for kicking over my mail bag ever morning.” Senri forbodes as he places Hunter between his right arm and chest. “Senri, I’ll help delivEEEGGGHHHHH.” Hunter gets cut off again with Senri hugging his right arm into his chest with Hunter in the middle. Only Hunter’s red face appears with his remaining body unable to move or breathe from his furry figure. “Come on Hunter, I wanna hear that ‘apology’.” Senri gives a harder tug until “SQUUEEEAAAK,” having the buddies laugh again at Hunter’s noise. Senri repeats this action a couple more times.

Senri drops his arm and Hunter as he idles on the rope again secured around his waist. “I don’t (breathes) get it. I said (breathes) sorry?” He huffs out while catching his breath. “But you only said sorry to Rooli.” Maido explains while standing in front of Hunter, who is at her chest level. “And his deal was to apologize to ‘everyone’ here.” Shirubei reminds Hunter from behind and Hunter is still gasping for air.

“I (breathes) should hav-” SMUNCH the two palicos come together for a hug, fulling knowing they would have Hunter in the middle. Hunter’s head is poking out a bit between the palicos chests. “Words are cheap to a buddy trainer like me. We settle disputes with physicality.” Shirubei informs while pressing her breasts behind Hunter’s head. “Just think of this as a lucky lottery, and this hug is the prize.” Maido taunts as she shoves her bosom into Hunter’s face as well. The two palicos giggle at the muffling sounds of Hunter, while he is squirming between them. He can somewhat breathe but their bouncing boobs compress and decompress over his body. And their taunting hug turned out to be a little more intimate with their arms wrapping over and under each other’s shoulders and move closer. The audience roars them on for a while too.

After a decent amount of time, “He broke our sticks while we were playing our Hub Drum.” The twin brothers, Tish and Badum, say walk to the ladies in synch. “Come on, please?” They beg, and the ladies agree as they separate with Hunter inhaling for air again. “We were gonna buy chairs to sit on as we play the drum, but since you broke our sticks, we had to pay for new sticks,” Tish expresses. Hunter hears him but sees Kisaki and Senri pull a chair on Hunter’s left and right side. “And standing the entire day to play hurts our feet. But do you know something that is worse than that pain?” Badum quizzes Hunter, as he sees the percussion palicos sit on each chair.

“Uhhhh, back pain?” Hunter guesses. Everyone chuckles crudely because they know the answer. “The smell.” Tish and Badum reply as they stick their feet up close to Hunter. He takes one sniff and scrunches his nose at the odious stench of each palico’s foot. “I’ll pay for your (gags) stools guys, I promise.” The twin drum palicos suggest simultaneously, “We had something else in mind.” SPLURT They press their filthy feet together on Hunter. And on a playful rhythm, they swish their feet up and down, side-to-side, and in circles together. This fun circus act got the buddy crowd applauding and chuckling. Their hind paw pads are rougher than Maido and Shirubei’s chest press. And the smell is, callously cruel. Their playtime with Hunter is causing their foot grime to smudge and paste over him, who has thankfully not opened his mouth to lick any of it.

The twins continue to please everyone with their foot play on Hunter, with the rope still secure around Hunter’s waist. “May we have this dance with Hunter?” Shiratama jives. “You’ve kept your show up for ten minutes. I think we deserve a turn.” Kinako titters a bit. “Sure.” Tish and reply and move their feet away to free Hunter, who is somewhat knocked out from the smell. “Kinako can you wake him up?” Shiratama asks. “Gladly,” she happily implores by opening the vile and pouring it over Hunter. The liquid wakes up Hunter in a cold sweat. “Please, I’m begging you. I’m sorry, sincerely I am.” He grovels to the chef twins and everyone else in the hut.

“That’s the thing Hunter. It’s hard for us to forgive you.” Shiratama states while standing on a chair. “You have been extremely awful to us for too long, and it’s by time you realized…” Kinako explains standing on the other chair turning around giving a smirk to Shiratama. “How much of a pain in the ass you are.” Shiratama gets her message and turns around as well. Hunter now has these two palicos on chairs with their dastardly duff at his level a foot apart. “Wait Kinako the elixir, that’s suppose to make me grow right?” She gleefully to Hunter’s question. “Yes.” That soothes Hunter, knowing that he will soon grow back to normal size. “But you have to drink it.” Shiratama affirms with mirth, which wipes off Hunter’s joy before the rear ends come together with a bubbly BLOMP sound.

Those palico bottoms are a 2-1 ratio to Hunter’s current size. And the buddies snicker as they see the absolute destruction of hope leave Hunter’s eyes before those butts bop together. “I’ve always wanted to do that,” Kinako discloses aloud with satisfaction. “Same here, now let’s add some ‘spice’ sis’.” The chef twins begin to bounce their buns into each other. Giving Hunter a frightening furry fanny flattening. The twins begin to add more strength to their butt barraging. And after, many, many bumps; Hunter become a temporary stamp on one of the cat’s keisters.

“Hey Shiratama nice tattoo.” Shirubei teases him with Hunter stuck to Shiratama’s right cheek. Resulting to the chef twins and the audience laughing. “Kinako, I’ll give you a free lottery prize if you get Hunter to stick to your left buttcheek?” Maido challenges her. “You’re on. Shiratama hold still.” Kinako commands him. Shiratama shakes his seat to showcase Hunter jiggling. “Just don’t break the string Kinako.” Shiratama adds halfheartedly while holding his haunches still. Kinako lines her ass up and heaves backwards. “Wa-wait-” SMACK. The literal sound of a clap brought the room to silence from Kinako’s ramming rear, which spread those palico butts further apart than their previous butt barrage. After some delay for suspense, Kinako and Shiratama separate with Hunter flat on Kinako’s left cheek.

“Ha, you owe me a prize Maido.” Everyone cheers towards Kinako’s success, with Maido applauding as well with amusement. Kinako taunts her tush in victory, giving Hunter terrorizing tremors. His muscles are sore, head is dizzy, and body reeks of feline funk. He just can’t understand why they are doing this to him, even after he apologized to them all. He sees Shiratama backing up his tail end at him again for another seat squish. And Kinako closes in as well with a Hunter sticker on her left cheek.

“Alright, that’s enough.”

A howl halts the twin chefs fury flanks an inch from colliding. “Come one Kinako and Shiratama that’s enough, move the chairs.” Saving Hunter is the commanding voice of Goka. The twins are upset they couldn’t continue, but do not resist Goka’s order. As they step off and remove their chairs, Goka trots up to Hunter. And Hunter gets a break to recuperate himself, only to feel his body ache.

While the rope suspends him with his face down Hunter begins praising. “Thank you Goka, I owe you…” Hunter looks up and stops his sentence in awe. Goka’s large fluffy feral chest looms over him blocking her face. She leans her huge head down to Hunter’s level and speaks. “Never thought I’d live the day to witness two things at once. You owing me something and you becoming this tiny.” Goka remarks Hunter’s grace, which puts Hunter to ease. “I wanna help in any way I can. Not just for now, but for the other times I ruined your weapons for palamutes. What can I do?” Hunter is revealing his faults to her, an act that Goka notices. She lifts her head up and calls, “Moji.” Moji walks through the buddy crowd to show himself.

“Yes Goka?” he replies. Hunter is wavering from his voice since Moji nearly ate him. “Did you see what the chefs’ were doing to Hunter?” She asks him with a sneer. “Oh, yeah I did.” Hunter only hears his steps plotting closer behind him and feels air blowing behind his back. Goka leans down to Hunter again to tell him. “Just hold still.” Her response is crude as she turns around, changing Hunter’s blood rush red head into a white withering ghost. Goka’s dynamic derriere shadows over Hunter and that previous wind behind Hunter turns him around to reveal something else. Moji’s wagging tail and walloping wagon gives Hunter revulsion beyond imagination. “Shall we?” Goka suggest to Moji. “Yes.” He answers. And they, slowly, back up on their feral four legs.

The colossal canine keisters close in on Hunter, a 3-1 ratio for each palamute’s ass. Hunter uses what little strength left to untie himself. “No, no, no, no, no.” He murmurs while fidgeting with his knot. He looks back and forth between his waist and Moji’s wiggling wagon. He tries to climb the string turning him around to look up and see Goka’s dribbling derriere inches from his face. “Please don’t do this.” Hunter extends both arms and legs to push away the palamutes posteriors. His body screams in pain as those burly butts begin to engulf his limbs. “PLEASE!!” A cry for mercy ceases the bouldering booties’ movements. Hunter is straining but holds firm to prevent himself from being smushed.

“How about a count down?” Moji announces with a cackle. “Everyone ready?” Goka encourages, agreeing with Moji’s idea. “5…4…” the buddy crowd counts aloud. “3…2…” Hunter pleads, “I don’t wanna get crushed! Don’t do this!!” But his fragile voice falls on no ears “1!...” SSMMUUUUUSSHHHH. Both palamutes heavily heave their hind ends into each other, completely crushing Hunter’s useless resistance. The buddy crowd mixes with cheers and laughter from the palamutes performance and the sound their booties made on Hunter. And his body turns into a twig with his arms above his head and legs below his torso from the palamutes ass assault.

“Do you think he’s alright?” Moji jives with little concern for Hunter. “There’s one way to find out.” Goka insists as she brushes her burly bum against Moji’s, who holds firm so Goka can enjoy herself. Hunter feels Goka’s fluffy flank furiously moving up and down with ferocity against his front. Pushing him deeper into Moji’s buttocks. “That was pretty heavy Goka, but I wanna try now.” Goka plants her posterior for Moji. He swivels his seat side-to-side across Hunter’s back. The repetitive rubbing from Moji’s rambunctious rump starts to role Hunter’s body betwixt the palamutes. Now both dynamic dogs drive their devastating dumpies together to knead their puny prisoner between them. Giving them each alluring wonder and giving the buddy crowd a show to remember.

After what seems like an hour, the dogs stop for a break. “How’s he doing?” Shiratama questions hastily. Goka turns her head to see the string within their asses and between their cheeks. “Well, the string didn’t snap yet, so I guess he’s alive.” GGOORRRGGLLLLLLEE Moji and Goka’s stomachs churn a bit, causing Hunter to struggle frantically between their titanic tushes. “Huh, guess he is alive.” Shiratama concurs. “For now, you thinking what I’m thinking?” Goka says with a sly remark. The rest of the buddy crowd begins to root on the palamutes, “Let em’ have it.” “Do it.” “Give him a nasty one.” “I’ve been waiting for this.” Goka and Moji sneer cynically at each other as they press their profound posteriors together, for a final countdown. “5…4…” Hunter’s isn’t able to move. “3…2…” “Mercy.” He whimpers as he hears his final countdown. “1!…”

“What is the meaning of this?!?!”

A boisterous bark erupts the room, halting the countdown and quieting the room. Loyal Homura, Elder Fugen’s leading palamute, alarms the crowd with his question. “Answer us now, or consequences will be handed out swiftly.” Chief Kogarashi, Elder Fugen’s leading palico, demands while standing on Homura’s back in the Hut’s entrance. Ronda walks to them and whispers into each leader’s ear, then stands aside. “If you have energy this late in the evening, go to Hinoa or Minoto for quests.” Chief Kogarasi informs. “If not, get back to your huts now. That’s an order!” Loyal Homura commands. One by one, the palicos and palamutes leave the hut, with Goka and Moji leaving last.

Homura and Kogarasi walk over to the mini misfit on the rope. Hunter opens his eyes once again to see them in front of him. “Thank you Kogarasi and Homura. I’m grateful you are here.” His appreciating attitude surprises the leaders. “Ronda told us everything, you shrank, Rooli helps you, then the buddies toy with you.” Kogarasi confirms with Hunter. “Yes, I did apologize, but they all kept bullying me. I don’t get why?” Hunter states bafflingly, noticing Ronda bringing a chair for Kogarasi to stand on. “An apology won’t fix everything Hunter. Especially after many years of you ridiculing them.” Homura incites while walking to Hunter’s right side.

“Like when you broke my battle fan for meowcinary (mercenary) hunts.” Kogarasi says while holding Hunter and cutting the string with her claw. “Or when you called me a lazy dog-ass besides my name.” Homura reminds him with a frown as Kogarasi still holds onto Hunter and jumps off the chair. “Uhhh, ok I see your point.” Hunter agrees while Kogarasi drops him on the floor, landing on his back painfully. “We’ve been ‘sitting’ on these multiple insults.” Homura explains while his gigamax glutes grow closer to Hunter. SSLLLAAAAMMM Hunter wheezes from his butt crushing his arms and body into the ground. “And your actions left a bad ‘taste’ in our mouths.” Kogarasi finishes as she drops her feline fanny onto Hunter’s head.

The two leaders position their postures, making sure Hunter is dead center betwixt their butts. They glare at each other, nod, and grit their teeth to PPPPPPPRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAABBBBBRBRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT. Gruesome gas of yellow sushi and brown beef combine to make a ten-minute orange cloud of death. Hunter’s persistence from every onslaught has rendered him extremely weak. And this fartality brutalizes him, as an orange skull emits between the two leaders asses. They finally get their long awaiting retribution against Hunter.

“Haaahhhhh, it’s like a dream come true.” Homura elicits excitingly and adds a FFAARRTT. “Absolutely, but Hunter seems to have changed too. I just wish he did sooner.” Kogarasi admits, while giving Hunter a final POOOOT to rub salt in the wound. They both stand up and look at Ronda. “How long will he be like this?” Kogarasi asks. “Until Kinako and Shiratama make cure. So, about an hour.” The leaders stare at one another. “Tell them they have a month. And to… take their time.” Homura explains while both leaders grin ghoulishly as they walk out of the hut.

Ronda walks over to Hunter and covers her nose. “I hope you remember how your changed, and hopefully not what came afterwards.” She states while pinching his clothes and carries him to a bowl of soapy water to clean him. Rooli returns an hour after the leaders have left. “How is he?” Ronda turns around cradling Hunter sleeping. “He has changed, but it gonna take some time for everyone to, adapt, to his new character.” Rooli nods and lands on the floor. “I know, I heard how everyone was toying with him. I’m not a fool, I know people are still angry with him. Forgiveness will be hard.” Ronda walks over and places him in Rooli’s puffy chest feathers, with Hunter’s head still showing. “You would be the best to take care of him and manage his ‘consequences’.” Ronda incites politely as Rooli agrees.

“I’m going to bed, goodnight Rooli.” Ronda says. “Goodnight Ronda.” Rooli answers as she slides her door close. Rooli carefully waddles over to Hunter’s pillow and perches in it without waking Hunter. “Be glad you met me first Hunter. If it was Remy or Rooli, well…” Rooli begins imagining what those two would have done but stop himself from thinking too deep. “Anyways, sleep well.” After shimmying into the pillow Rooli sleeps, with Hunter nesting comfortably in Rooli’s chest.