(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 to see Ralu. He barely reaches her ankles if he stands. But Ralu is a palamute, she has a longer larger feral doglike body frame three times the size of Ronda’s body. Ralu has long ebony hair from head to puffy tail with white sock birth marks on her paws and tail tip. She has floppy fluffy ears and a white vertical birth line that reaches from her nose past her silver eyes. She is a magnificent mutt who is packing some mass in muscle, but is surprisingly the youngest and most spry.

But over the years of working with Hunter, she has changed mentally and not for the better. Currently, Ralu is too busy biting on her single hilt dual blade. The dual blade carries a pale on each blade. And both pales have heavy monster materials for Hunter. The last time she dropped pales inside the hut, Hunter took away her and Remy’s weapons for three days and they had to hunt with only their paws. She is looking up the entire time when entering the hut, not seeing the current short Hunter, but viewing the top of Ronda’s head.

“Hewwoo Wondaww.” Ralu’s occupying voice muffles through the blade to Ronda, who complies, “Hello Ralu. Oh, Ralu watch your-” SPLAT. Ronda attempts to warn her, but Ralu unknowingly steps on Hunter. “Whaahhtt Wondaa?” Ralu asks and continues walking across the room with a Hunter stamp face up in her paw, SPLAT step SPLAT step SPLAT step. Ronda giggles a bit with her right paw over her snout. “Nothing, just the floor is… ‘dirty’.” Ronda slyly states as Ralu places the pales on the floor and releases her blade on top of the pales. “Huhh, yeah.” Ralu’s tone is fatigue.

Ronda walks over to Ralu and views her helmet. “Are these dents new Ralu, what happened?” Ronda questions with concern. Ralu sighingly replies, “Just hunting big dangerous monsters like always.” Ronda sees Hunter’s arms flailing for freedom under Ralu. Ronda also notices how exhausted Ralu is. Unbeknownst to Ralu, she is so tired that she can’t feel Hunter squirming her. Mothering over Ralu since she was a pup, Ronda decides to keep Hunter a secret for a bit. And to focus on caring for Ralu.

With her mind set, Ronda speaks. “Hunter is out for a while. Went to practice at the training area.” “Ok.” Ralu mumbles as she walks to Ronda, who has rations for Ralu. “Here, eat up.” Ronda lifts the plate up to Ralu’s face. Ralu’s hungrily responds, she leans in and eagerly eats all 12 ration, while inadvertently forcing half her weight onto Hunter. “I’ll grab you some water.” Ronda explains while carrying back the empty plate to grab the water bowl. Right as Ronda fills the bowl, Ralu speaks “I hate Hunter.” She tells Ronda while on all fours.

Ronda turns around to respond positively. “We all hate him Ralu, that’s the honest truth.” Ronda walks back with the bowl. “We shouldn’t be with him at all.” Ralu bickers clenching her toes, smashing Hunter’s arms further into her paramount paws. Ronda checks Ralu’s paws discreetly only to see Hunter’s waving hands. She decides to play coy but replies with care. “Ralu please drink water first, you’re parched.” Ralu stares at Ronda for a moment, but her thirst takes over as she leans her front paws onto the floor to drink the water. Her paws expand as she presses down and out, now completely covering Hunter’s body.

Hunter is currently being overwhelmed with this feral’s firm funky foot, his closed mouth doesn’t save him from her swampy smell though. Ralu gulps the last bit of water. “There, now since you have food and water in your system, why is Hunter upsetting you now more than usual?” Ronda asks while carrying the bowl away. Ralu ruggedly remarks, “It’s the same thing. I screw up, no matter how small it is, and I get called a dumb dog, fuking feral, or canine cunt. I don’t care about calling him out and taking the punishment. But he knows that doesn’t bother me.” Ralu continues to rant and aggressively paces unwittingly on Hunter too.

“So, what does he do next? He punishes you, Remy, and Rooli for my actions because he knows that guilt gets to me.” SPLAT step SPLAT step SPLAT step SPLAT step SPLAT step Ralu still marches angerly as she vents to Ronda. “I gotta saddle him while fighting a monster with a worn weapon and gruff gear. He is nothing but dead weight that complains all the time. I swear I wanna…” Ralu pauses her speech and steps. Ronda is standing and listening, but incites, “It’s ok Ralu, say what’s on your mind.” Ralu is showing her right side to Ronda as she finishes her thought coldly. “I wanna put Hunter in his place…” Ralu slowly sways her head to look at Ronda, “By ANY means necessary.”

Ronda’s hair stood up a bit from Ralu’s comment. She also sees Ralu’s white sparking eyes turn to a dense doleful fog. And her voice change from tired, to forlorn which unsettles Ronda. The room is quiet, with Ronda speechless and Ralu slouching unethically. Which smashes Hunter into her disgusting digits as the paw pressure increases. Dirt, grime, and some sweat mush into his face as he closes his mouth to prevent any of it from invading it. Ralu mood changes to weary again. “Sorry, I just… need my bed.” Ralu’s apologizes and plods over to her bed. SPLAT step SPLAT step SPLAT Ralu pauses mid walk with her left paw pressing firmly onto Hunter.

Ralu stares down at her paws and grumbles. “How much gunk is even in the place?” Ralu attempts to turn her left paw over, but Ronda interjects to stop her. “Ralu, let me get the broom, I’m the housekeeper, remember? Just sit on your bed and rest.” Ralu freezes her paw halfway and responds to Ronda. “Yeah, your right Ronda.” She plods over to her long but flat pillow, which is left of Hunter’s pristine and fluffy pillow. As she circles the pillow, the matted material mashes Hunter further between her perspiring palm and dirty digits SPLIRT step SPLIRT step SPLIRT step SPLIRT. After a little bed kneading, she rests her head and side on her flat uncomfortable cushion.

As Ronda is sweeping up the entrance, she tries to help Ralu blow off some steam. “Who do you think would win in a fight, Azuros or Hunter?” Ralu still laying sideways responds grudgingly “Azuros.” Ronda pries another question, “Jaggi or Hunter?” “Jaggi” Ralu answers boredly. “A Bitter Beetle or Hunter” “Heh heh, the beetle.” Ronda stops sweeping as she notices Ralu’s chuckle and investigates. “Why’s that?” Ralu lifts her head gently to comply. “Because once on an expedition, we had to catch a Bitter Beetle. Hunter wanted to ‘show his might’ by grabbing it bare handed and the beetle latched on his finger. He danced around in pain.” Now Ronda was chuckling too.

“It gets better, though…” Ralu carries on as Ronda lays the broom down and walks next Ralu. “After he managed to pull it off and sneer at it up close, it clamps on his nose causing him to scream.” Both Ronda and Ralu giggle from the story. As the ladies enjoy the story, Hunter tries to wiggle for freedom. But it doesn’t go unnoticed by Ralu. “Ugh, there’s crud stuck between my toes.” Ralu feels the filth, and Hunter, move in her left paw. She raises it up to her mouth to lick.

“Ralu, wait!” Ronda blurts quickly before Ralu’s tongue touches her foot, and Hunter. “Allow me, you’ve been working enough as is.” Ralu is growing skeptic towards Ronda’s behavior. “Why is she so, eccentric about me?” Ralu thinks but talks differently. “If you say so.” Ronda sits close to her hind feet and begins wiping off the smut in Ralu’s soles. “Ahhh, thanks Ronda.” Ralu implores as Ronda continues, making sure to reach Hunter’s foot last. “Anytime, I guess Remy was laughing like us during Hunter beetle troubles, huh?” Ronda jokes, but Ralu doesn’t laugh with her. “He was laughing too much, enough so that it irritated Hunter to slash his knife at him.”

Ronda stops her action to peer at Ralu. “Did Remy get hurt?!?” Ronda demands desperately and is met with Ralu shaking her head. “The armor Remy bought broke but protected him. The damn fool is inflating his own hierarchy so much that if anyone mocks him, he lashes out. Shitty Hunter, he should have been slashed.” Ronda sees Ralu’s plain face and heavy hazy eyes again from her last statement. Ronda is afraid to speak in this presence again, so she massages Ralu’s front feet. Breaking Ralu’s coldness into warm relief.

“Mmmmm, thank you Ronda.” Ralu graces Ronda. “Uhhh, of course. How are you feeling Ralu?” Ronda beckons kindly. “I’m…fine.” Ralu answers ambiguously. Ronda is keen to know that she is lying but mentions positively. “Good, because I’m here for you if you need it.” Meanwhile, Hunter attempts to swivel himself free, slowly and quietly. He doesn’t want to alert either of the girls, or else it will get worse for him.

Hunter’s left arm and leg are out. The sweaty sole soaks him and the digit’s dandruff pastes to him like fly catcher sheets. An awful smell to say the least. “Once I get out if, I’m cutting off this bitch’s feet.” He bickers to himself. He is nearly free after loosening his right arm, until it gets darker. “Why the hell is-” He looks up at a devilish pair of ruby eyes, and a sinical smile underneath them. Ronda sees him nearly escape from Ralu’s paw, with Ralu still oblivious to all of it. “Why are you smiling?” Ralu asks, catching Ronda off guard. “It’s just nice… hearing you laugh again, like when we first met. You were such an adorable yet powerful pup.” Ronda reminisces aloud to Ralu, while looking at Hunter. Ralu grows more suspicious from Ronda’s pausing answers. But is thoroughly enjoying her massage to go deeper into it.

“Before Hunter began to treat you terribly...” Ronda adds while moving her thumb towards the stuck Hunter. He begins to struggle crazily before she SQELCH, “Just like he did, and still does, to Remy, Rooli, and me.” Ronda finishes her sentence and further squishes Hunter aggressively into Ralu’s paw. The messaging sensation feels exceptional to Ralu, however Hunter is periling in pain. “But no matter what, we support each other through it. Because we all suffer the same.” Ralu’s bliss dissolves into bitterness as she responds. “We just need to get rid of him, we all do better without him.” Ronda keeps manicuring Ralu and spitefully squishes Hunter in the process.

“You are not wrong; he shouldn’t be our hunter. Remy, Rooli, me, and you deserve better.” Ronda fidgets with Hunter some more so she can find funny ways to torture him under Ralu’s paw FRAMMP FRUMMP FRAMMP FRUMMP. She is smearing him so much, that Hunter’s head pops out the upper side of Ralu’s hairy paw. His sees Ralu’s ginormous head laying on its side nearly sleeping as her dog-breath blows onto him.

Ronda doesn’t know about Hunter’s head and continues to squish him. Causing him to ach in pain aloud “AAAAWWWHHHH!” Ronda notices him and quickly brings her left paw around to cover him and his voice. Ralu opens her eyes and raises her head mildly alert. “What, who, where…. Ronda did you say something?” Ronda cleverly comebacks. “Yes, I said ‘Heeeyyyy… how does… this feel?” While gripping Hunter’s feet with her right paw and Hunter’s torso with her left, she begins weaving Hunter between Ralu’s degrading digits. Ralu can’t help but air scratch her leg uncontrollably from the fabulous feeling. “Aaaaawwwww, yyyeeessss. Doooonn’t stoooooopp.”

Ronda pauses for a moment to check on Hunter, who is currently spitting out the smudges on his face. Ronda has a ghastly grin when looking at Hunter, who views back at her with an obscene amount of horror. “Anything for you, Ralu.” Hunter could barely squeak a revolt before Ronda flosses him between each of Ralu’s digits. SQUIRT SQUORT SQUIRT SQUORT from digit SQUIRT SQUORT SQUIRT SQUORT to digit SQUIRT SQORT SQUIRT SQUORT this goes on for three minutes, and Hunter is slowly becoming a smudge himself. The swampy soles and hideous hair stick to him turning him into a black rat, a very odious black rat.

Ralu begins to drool from Ronda’s flossing action with Hunter, and she desperately wants to get the last itch. With no warning Ralu brings up her paw, with Hunter, to her mouth to lick it clean. Her tremendous tongue is like a super king-sized blanket sheet, easily able to cover Hunter. “Wait Ralu. Don’t lick it ye-” but Ralu ignores Ronda, closing her eyes and licking the paw clean to get rid of that final itch in her foot. While still unaware that the final itch is Hunter. And he is dreading every moment of it.

With her eyes closed, she first licks on top of her paw a couple times, scrapping Hunter’s upper body SLURP SLURP SLURP, but that doesn’t remove him. She then licks under her sole SSLLUUURRPP SSLLUUURRPP SSLLUUURRPP SSLLUUURRPP with more vigor, but that doesn’t free Hunter either. Finally, she slowly weaves he tongue between her digits where Hunter is at SSSLLUUURRRPPPP. This pushes Hunter from under her paw to on top of her leveled paw.

Finally given freedom, Hunter tries to get up and speak, but SSSSLLLUUUURRRPPPPPPP Ralu licks Hunter up with her tongue. Saliva and sandpaper are the only textures Hunter feels as Ralu brings him into her mouth. Ronda is silent and speechless, she didn’t expect Ralu to be so day dreamy in cleaning herself that she didn’t notice Hunter. At least not after the first couple seconds.

“Wait.” Ralu interjects herself before swallowing. She swishes her mouth side-to-side putting Hunter through a rough ring cycle, Ronda can see Ralu’s cheeks bulge from her action. She simpers but tries not to laugh aloud. Ralu stops swishing and begins chewing. Hunter’s experience can only relate to two anvils sternly squishing him from above and below. As Ralu negligently gnaws on Hunter, she feels him squirm from the crushing. Ralu widens her eyes and immediately spits Hunter out on his pillow. “Ew Ewww Ewwwww. I think I chewed on a bug.” Ralu yammers while she shuts her eyes and shudders her body to forget the taste.

As Ralu has her eyes closed, Ronda quickly jumps onto the pillow to grab Hunter but over jumps “NOOOOOOOO-” PWOMFFF and lands on the screaming Hunter with her right side, pressing the 6-inch pillow down 2 inches. Ralu opens her eyes and composes herself, only to see Ronda stare back at her laying sideways with anxiety. “Ronda… are you ok? Why did you say ‘no’? And why are you on Hunter’s pillow?” She interrogates curiously. Ronda rests her right hand up to her jaw and recovers a reply. “I said… ‘Ooohhhh this feels great’. That’s why I’m on Hunter’s pillow.” Hunter is squirming and mumbling, but Ronda dips her hip into him to make sure he stays put.

Ralu’s wariness increases around Ronda’s strange behavior again but keeps it to herself, for now. “Well, you should get off before Hunter sees you.” Ralu warns her with concern. Ronda does consider her warning, until an idea pops in her head. “How about you use the pillow?” Ralu raises a brow, she can’t figure out why Ronda said that. “Did you forget about how Hunter will cut our tails off if we sit there?” Ralu reminds her, but Ronda has other intentions. “I can fluff the pillow back up and dust the hair off before he gets back. Unless you’re ‘scared’?” Ronda teases with a semi-scary voice.


“Oh ho ho, make some room.” Ralu concurs confidently as she walks over still wearing her body leather armor in front of Ronda. Ronda is laying in the middle taking up 1/3 of the space. With Ralu being a palamute, a larger size than usual, she can cover the entire pillow with just her tail end. Ronda prepares to move, until a “Am I fat?” familiar innocent puppy voice crack comes from Ralu. Feeling safe about Hunter’s immobility, Ronda stands up and walks to Ralu’s side. Ralu clears her throat as she sees Ronda again. “Am I fat?” Ralu repeats.

Ronda smiles and places her palms under the pups cheeks. “You are big, but not fat. You don’t laze around and ridicule like Hunter. You show conviction with your body and mind for hunts and our family. I will never be unhappy with you or your size.” Ralu’s eyes are sparks of white again, ensuring Ronda that Ralu got the message.

“Besides…” Ronda states happily while rubbing Ralu’s cheeks adorably. “You’re a growing girl, and you can’t grow unless you rest.” Ronda boops Ralu’s nose and walks to the pillow. Ralu smiles from her response, but makes sure Ronda isn’t looking. “What are you doing back there?” Ralu asks. “Just lining up the pillow so you don’t miss.” As Hunter begins to move his hurting body, he hears Ronda snicker softly to him, “Good luck.” She confuses Hunter or a moment, until Ralu’s unfathomable figure catches scares him. Ralu exhibits her tremendous tail-end looming over him. When raising her tail, her ass outline looks like a curvy top-heavy apple from Hunter’s point of view. “Now?” Ralu murmurs. Ronda places Hunter dead center of the pillow and confirms “Now.”

The canine’s colossal keister collapses onto the pillow, and Hunter. He screams in unforgiving horror, “WAAAIIIIITT”- SSPLLUUUMMPPPP. For scale, Ronda to tiny Hunter is 5-1 ratio. Ralu to Hunter is 8-1 ratio. But her ass to Hunter is a definite 4-1 ratio. Ralu’s butt sinks the 6-inch puffy pillow to a 2-inch cushion. And she is slouching forwards while sitting too. “Wait? Why should I wait?” Ralu asks and veering her head towards Ronda standing on all fours again. “Uuhhhh, you misheard me Ralu. I didn’t say wait, I said… great.” Ronda replies unimpressively beside her.

Ralu has had enough of Ronda’s suspicious behavior. “What’s going on? You are acting weird and this pill-” Ralu answers her question when observing a small black smudge on Hunter’s pillow with a heart shaped ass sweat print around it. Hunter endeavors to stand up, but from the massaging, flossing, licking, chewing, and crushing he isn’t getting far. Ralu tilts her head at Ronda with a puzzling expression. “I wanted to surprise you about Hunter’s size after your rested.” Ronda reveals honestly with care.

“Ronda, I’m gonna skin you alive with the dullest blade possible.” Ronda only chuckles at Hunter’s tiny tantrum. She looks over at Ralu expecting a grin or confusion on her face, but neither appear. “And you! You gargantuan gross gimp. How stupid are you?” Hunter squeals up to Ralu, who is expressionless. “How didn’t you notice me on your putrid pudgy paw?” Hunter continues, with Ralu giving a slight sulk in her eyes. “You are supposed to always protect me in hunts and in the village. Instead, you are sleeping like a slobby slouch you are.” His banters become more bitter, Ronda notices Ralu scrunching her snout.

“And your breath, is just… WOW. How can you describe something so horrifying? Not just your breath, but tongue and teeth too. You are a literal walking death threat when you open your mouth.” Hunter wipes off the slobber and grime while bickering, averting his attention from Ralu. And missing the fact that Ralu has her teeth flashing as she growls quietly.

“Ra- Ralu?” Ronda tries to speak to her, but Ralu avoids Ronda. She steps past Ronda and in front of Hunter, who is facing away wiping off the saliva. “And don’t get me started on your ass. You ruined my pillow and nearly crushed me in the process. You are oblivious as you are stupid, you dumb degenerate dog!” As Hunter finishes his banter, a thundering GGGRRRRROOOOOOOOWWWLLLLLLLLLL roars behind him.

He turns around to look up at Ralu standing, completely overshadowing him and his pillow. Ronda is standing behind and right of Ralu. Neither Ronda nor Hunter dared to speak, which gives Ralu her opportunity. “Pathetic pile of pudge, foolish fat feral, blubber butt bitch, and COLASAL CANINE CUNT!” She yells down to Hunter. Ronda jumps from Ralu’s sudden change of tone. Ralu continues but in a monotone hospitable attitude. “You are vulnerable at that size and everyone you know wants to get rid of you because of your rude remarks.” Ronda and Hunter are in disbelief with Ralu’s unpredictable mood change. Her emotional outrage is now cold and calm, but both Hunter and Ronda are certainly uncomfortable with it.

Ralu lowers her head down, causing Hunter to trip backwards and shield his eyes expecting the worst. Only to see her hazy pearl eyes inches away from Hunter. They locked onto him with an obscene amount of ire and revenge. “Give me a reason I should help you?” Ralu threatens with true terror. While this scares Ronda, Hunter sees this opportunity in his favor, but it definitely is not a smart one. “Well, I might forgive you Ralu and everything you’ve done on one condition. Snap Ronda’s neck with your teeth. Or choke her out, I don’t care. Just make sure she dead for disgracing me.”

Feeling overconfident with his proposal, Hunter stands up crossing his arms still staring at Ralu. She isn’t moving, talking, or even blinking. Ralu just glares, breathes, and waits. The room’s silence is so intense that they can hear the steps of people walking outside. The tension increases as Ronda and Hunter see Ralu’s passive predator personality. Hunter is scared stiff to do anything with Ralu targeting him. And Ronda doesn’t know what to say. With Ralu’s bipolar behavior, she is afraid of doing something to get her upset. Should she apologize for not revealing tiny Hunter earlier? Calm down Ralu with some dangos?

“Thank you.” Ralu breaks the silence with two words. “Both of you.” She adds and raises her head and turns her body around to face Ronda. Both palico and human don’t’ move as Ralu colorlessly continues to comment. “Ronda. This is a surprise that I did not expect, but I am grateful for it.” Ralu’s sentence still has them both frozen. “Hunter. You have enraged me from the first day we met, and I still despise you now. But I love who I am, and I am going to embrace this chance.” Her cold critique chills Hunter. “What does she mean by that?” Hunter relays to himself bafflingly.

“Ronda, do you remember you said to me while I was pacing back and forth venting?” Ralu looks at Ronda, awaiting an answer. Her eyes are a ghostly haze which gives Ronda goosebumps. “Uh, ‘it’s ok Ralu. Just say what’s on your mind’.” Ronda restates, and notices how Ralu isn’t looking away and gradually walks backwards to place her tail-end above Hunter. Hunter feels her shadow surround him and looks up, frozen in fear. “My answer, ‘I’d put Hunter in his place.” Ralu responds ruthlessly.

She veers over her left shoulder at Hunter, to make sure he hears the next part. “By ANY…” She spreads her right leg more to the outside. “MEANS…” she does the same thing with her left leg, giving Hunter a high, heavy, and hulking view of her haunches stretching out her leather armor. Which furthermore outlines her heart-shaped ass over the pillow, with Hunter in the middle. “NECESSARY.” She leans back and drops her damp distended diabolical duff “Ralu don’t do-” SSQUUAMMMCCHHH onto Hunter’s empty plea with no remorse.

Ralu smushes the pillow’s padding leaving only 1 inch of cushion. And the pillow forms around her rotund rump, ensuring her that she isn’t touching the ground. A relieving “Haaaahhhhh” comes from Ralu, for she has never felt such comfort from a seat. As Ralu takes a moment to relax, there are four factors that are under stress in the hut. Ronda’s connection with Ralu, the expanding leather on Ralu’s seat, the pillow’s fluffiness, and Hunter literally being under Ralu. And Hunter has never felt such overbearing discomfort in his life. And Ralu hasn’t even began to settle in, yet.

“H-How does it feel R-Ralu?” Ronda stutters out. “Fine, but could use a little…” SCRANCH “more…” SCRUNCH. Ralu ceases her conversation as she begins to heavily hammer her humongous heinie into the cushion and Hunter. SCRANCH SCRUNCH SCRANCH SRUNCH back-and-forth rubbing her rear rigorously, on top of Hunter flattening him into the pillow. SCRANCH SCRUNCH SCRANCH SCRUNCH SCRANCH SCRUNCH. Once Ralu’s stops her squishing, the pillow’s midsection is flat and wet from Ralu’s damp duff. Under her left cheek is Hunter, face down in the cushion and soaking.

“Where’s H-Hunter Ralu?” Ronda incites impishly. Ralu glares at Ronda with the same haunting white smokey eyes and fathomless face, Ronda’s tail curls between her legs. "Let me check." Ralu answers ominously. SPLIRSH SPLORSH SPLIRSH SPLORSH SPLIRSH SPLORSH Ralu swivels her sweaty seat from side-to-side, lifting one cheek slightly off the pillow while the other presses into the pillow. This motion is like a swinging pendulum on a grandfather clock. This causes the pillow to fold and smash under her tail-end. Ralu twirls and transfers Hunter from tush to tush, while enclosing him in the pillow’s folds. But Ralu can’t feel where he is at. “Hhhmmm, maybe a little more.” She says while stopping her swaying. “A little more what Ralu?” Ronda asks awkwardly but is given a SSMMUUNCCHHH for an answer.

Ralu, covers her mouth in fright seeing how Ralu is sitting up straight on top of the cushion, full weight and all. And Ralu’s grinds her glutes, having one of her gigamax globes to grind forward and the other to grind backwards. And she would alternate this movement, grounding up the cushion and Hunter like raw meat. The sound of a squeezing sponge squeals from the pillow for mercy, but Ralu still can’t feel Hunter. SSPPLLIIRRSSHHH SSPPLLOORRSSHHH SSPPLLIIRRSSHHH SSPPLLOORRSSHHH SSPPLLIIRRSSHHH SSPPLLOORRSSHHH SSPPLLIIRRSSHHH SSPPLLOORRSSHHH SSPPLLIIRRSSHHH SSPPLLOORRSSHHH Ralu continues her ass assault as she looks over her shoulders to see if Hunter somehow weaseled his way out.

Ronda for the first time ever is beginning to worry for Hunter. He is a horrible human, but something doesn’t sit well in her about him dying here. Karuma is an encouraging jubilant village that has the best people around. It shouldn’t get any bad blood on its grounds, let alone by a stary eyed spitfire adventuring palamute like Ralu. Except Ralu isn’t being playful with Hunter, she has a foreboding expression of animosity that is swelling deep inside her because of Hunter.

“Ronda please come over here.” Ralu orders aggressively, Ronda staggers over to Ralu. Even while sitting Ralu shadows her. “Take off my armor, I can’t feel for him with it on.” Ralu explains edgily. “You’ll n-need to stand f-for me to g-get it off.” Ralu doesn’t speak, she only stands up and faces forward. Ronda makes her way behind Ralu to unbuckle her armor. But Ronda uses her foot to unfold and move the pillow to see of Hunter is still alive while trying not to alert Ralu. Luckily, Ronda finds him contorted on the right edge of the pillow as she takes off Ralu’s armor.

“Good you found him, make the cushion into the mound and place him in the center.” Ralu calls on her with callous. “I thought she was looking forward. And I was silent. How did she know?” Ronda questions her thoughts to herself but is scared to announce aloud. Ronda places the armor to the side and gathers the wet pillow into a mound and places Hunter face up laying on his back. He is still breathing, but his air is wheezing. Ronda looks up to speak, only to dodge backwards from an impending FFWWUUMMPPPPIIISSSHHHHH.

Ralu didn’t give any warning as she sat her bolstering booty back brutishly. She doesn’t only land on Hunter, she crushes him so cruelly that the pillow mounded up by Ronda completely disappears under Ralu. The built-up cushion sweat squirts out from under Ralu, leaving small puddles around her. “Ralu, you could have sat on me. What’s wrong with you?” Ralu doesn’t respond, she only shimmies her seat for a bit and states solemnly. “He’s still alive.”

As Ralu stands up, Ronda sees Hunter entangled on Ralu’s right humongous hairy haunch and a paper-thin pillow stamped on the ground. Ralu’s wide wrathful wagon wiggles Hunter wickedly, and Ronda can only imagine the enormous amount of agony he is in. “Ralu, that’s enough. He can’t move anymore.” Ralu turns her head with very smokey eyes to Ronda and replies. “I don’t want him to move at all Ronda.” And walks away from the pillow to the hard bedrock floor in the middle of the room. Ronda is following her, terrified of Ralu’s mindset. “Ralu, this isn’t you. Don’t kill him out of cruelty. You hunt for bigger foes. Does Hunter look like a big foe?” Ronda patronizes to get Ralu’s attention.

Ralu stops at the bed rock and rotates to face Ronda again. She blankly locks her empty clouded eyes onto Ronda to reply. “No monster is worse than Hunter. Anything I do that upsets him he takes on me, Rooli, Remy, and you. And he will do the same to every cahoot, palamute, and palico in Kamura. And I have the chance to end it.” Ralu takes a couple steps back to position for one final Hunter sit down.

Ronda is desperate to snap Ralu back to her sense, she assertively places both paws on Ralu’s shoulders and announces. “Kamura nurtures life Ralu. Young life like yours. The peppy palamutes, persistent palicos, and clever cahoots make this place shine. You make us shine Ralu. Hunter is a diabolical dumbass, but Kamura shouldn’t be stained by his death. Your name shouldn’t be stained either.”

Ralu stares through Ronda, the palico’s words don’t seem to reach her at all. “Please (cough cough) mercy. Please Ralu (cough) mercy.” Ronda hears Hunter’s weak begging and uses it. “He’s pleading for mercy; he has never done that Ralu. He won’t harm anybody at that size. Please stop this.” Ralu begins to acknowledge Ronda existence and speaks. “He won’t stop, he’ll never stop. There is no Worse Being in this world than him. And like I said before…” Ralu lowers her head down to Ronda. “I will put Hunter in his place. By any…” She spreads her legs again. “Ralu don’t…” Ronda solicits. “MEANS…” Ralu continues as she raises her astronomical ebony ass attaining the abate Hunter. Ronda urges more “Doing this will make you worse than him. Please…” “NECESSARY.”

Ralu plummets her powerful posterior, fulling intending to end Hunter. Ronda quickly slaps her paws on Ralu’s cheeks and yells, “DAUGHTER.” Ronda closes her eyes expecting the worst, this young loving pup she nurtured ending a life with cold intentions. She can’t help but keep her eyes shut to stop the tears. Instead, she feels something boop her nose. She peeks with one eye, to see Ralu’s bright white pearls tear up in dread. “Ro-Ronda?” Ralu quivers her voice in sadness. “I’m (sniffs) I’m...” Ralu starts to tear up and Ronda removes her paws and leans to the right to see Ralu’s rump nearly and inch away from hitting the bedrock. “I almost we-went (sniffs) through wi-wth it (sniffs) I do-don’t know…” Ronda slides past her head and hugs Ralu’s chest firmly, ceasing Ralu’s stuttering sentence.

“It’s alright, it’s alright, just let it out. I’m here with you, I’m not going anywhere.” Ronda states tearfully, comforting Ralu as she sobs and brings her head to Ronda’s back embracing her in the hug. Ronda keeps her arms around Ralu’s back as Ralu continues to weep and pushes her head more into Ronda’s back for relief. After some time of releasing, they compose themselves.

“I don’t know what came over me. It felt riveting, scary, empowering…” “You’ve been carrying anger while starved, exhausted, and dehydrated Ralu. I’m just thankful you came back through.” Ronda interrupts Ralu’s sentence to ensure her it wasn’t all her fault. “But that was me, I almost did, well…” Ralu displays her dumpy to Ronda, “this.” Ronda sees Hunter with a ghost floating out of his mouth. “Mmhhmhhhmmm, sorry. I’m not laughing at you. It’s just Hunter scared face.” Ralu looks too and begins to giggle with Ronda, then they both begin to laugh alike.

“He’s out cold, probably from the near-death experience you gave him.” Ronda concurs. “But I think he should stay there a bit longer.” Ralu perks her ears with curiosity. “Wait, really? What about…” Ronda interjects her. “Stop. He doesn’t deserve to die, but he sure as hell is gonna suffer. And with him tangled on your terrific tush…” Ronda gently pats Ralu’s right cheek for fun. “He’ll be OK, for now.”

Ralu asks coyly, “For now?” Ronda clarifies, “Remember, Remy and Rooli will love to meet, AND PLAY, with him when they get back.” Ralu wags her tail in excitement. “Oooohhhhh, they will love this.” Ronda grins with Ralu and states, “But we can’t show people Hunter yet, we’ll need to get you some new clothes to hide him. And I know exactly where Hunter keeps his secret zenny stash.” Ralu jumps around Ronda joyfully. “And we can use the materials I brought in. YAAAYYY We can get some armor!!!””

Ronda grabs the money and walks with Ralu who is holding the two pales of materials. Ralu also is covering Hunter with her big bushy tail, so she doesn’t draw attention. At the smithy, the ladies ordered comfy wares that had strong elasticity. After some materials, money, and PLENTY of fittings, Ralu got herself some comfy, gorgeous, and above all tight clothes that could keep her nicely dressed. And keep Hunter nicely crammed into her right colossal chubby cheek. The feeling of him stamped to her ass is beyond amazing to Ralu.

The girls sit at a canteen ordering dangos, with Ralu lightening her weight on Hunter. “Ronda, I need to say something.” Ralu says assertively, which catches Ronda off guard. “Ok?” Ronda replies. “Did you mean to say that?” Ronda’s mind is puzzled still. “Say what?” she insists. “Daughter.” Ralu confirms and causes Ronda to choke on her drink a bit. “(Coughs) I (coughs) I, uhh…” Ralu interrupts her. “Because you always watched over me like a parent, no matter what I did. Remy and Rooli are friends, but I don’t feel the same way with you. You’re really care for me, and… well… thanks, mom.” They both start to blush.

“Did that sound cheesy?” Ralu asks Ronda, who responds wholesomely, “Yes, but that doesn't mean you’re wrong. I always loved you as my own, I just didn’t want to make you feel weird about it.” The two lean closer to each other for a side hug, with Ronda leaning right onto Hunter smushing him more into her flabby flank.

After finishing their meal, they arrive at the hut late in the evening to get ready for bed. After wishing one another goodnight, Ronda boops noses with Ralu and goes to her room. Ralu sits next to the warm cooking pot near her bed. “Hunter, move so I know you’re still alive.” Hunter squirms as best he can from the pressing clothes on Ralu’s ass. She smiles in relief “(Sighs) You know, this was a good day. Well despite the part where I nearly pulverized ya, a pretty good day.” Hunter squirms even more from hearing the word pulverized. “Hey, stop moving or I’ll sleep on my right side.” Ronda promises, which Hunter abides too.

“Thank you.” Ralu teases while laying on her left side, to avoid accidentally crushing Hunter. “How would Remy and Rooli play with you if I didn’t get done first?” Ralu thinks lightly, but tosses the notion aside for some well-deserved slumber. As she dozes, Hunter attempts it too. That is, until Ralu rolls to her right side slightly squishing Hunter into her pudgy plump posture. He's going to have a long night ahead of him.