(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 seeing Remy. An amber eyed maroon short hair palico with a white belly. Remy hunts most of the time for Hunter, his body is well-toned and sleek. But most of his muscles are in his hind legs since he has to hold a weapon with his arms. His torn rags covering his chest is his armor. Since Hunter doesn’t pay for his armor, he has been scavenging to make his own. A cheap beaten sword is in his left paw, a mimsy ‘gift’ from Hunter. The sword is so worn it wobbles in its hilt and there are chips in the blade. He has a curious and jesting personality which annoys Hunter’s already impatient attitude.

Remy looks up down at Hunter, then up at Ronda and interrogates, “Soooooo, what’s this?” Ronda replies with zeal. “Hunter’s shrunk, obviously.” Remy is in awe at Ronda’s revelation. She’s speaking not only from her chest, but with a high head as well. It overwhelms him a bit. “Well, who did this?” Remy gestures in question to Hunter. Ronda responds with pleasure. “Compliments from Kinako and Shiratama, they made our ‘mighty master’ a ‘mini moron’.” Remy’s bewildering demeanor changes into a comic relief. “What are you talking about, he already is a ‘small sad sap’ of Karuma. Even before he shrank.” Both palicos start chuckling. Ronda chimes in, “A termite can beat this ‘tiny twit.” SMUNCH Hunter yelps from Ronda’s gentle foot press on his lower body again.

Remy’s head tilts down at Hunter with eagerness, worrying him. “You’re being too nice Ronda…” Remy takes steps towards her and continues. “Any insect can defeat this “itsy-bitsy idiot.” He raises his hind paw and twiddles his toes. “I’m warning you Rem-” STOOMMPP. Remy brings down his leg with force. And both palicos laugh aloud at Hunter’s voice. “He whines like a baby stinkmink.” Remy comments while giggling. “I couldn’t help but laugh first time I heard him too.” Ronda replies.

As both palicos continue their mockery, Hunter is succumbing from their mashing. Both paws hide him completely, with their weight shifting on him unevenly, but it’s worse with his face under Remy’s. His foot paw is foul to say the least because of all his traveling and fighting. And now his nastiness nabs at Hunter’s nose, even with Hunter’s face down.

After many, many, short jokes, Ronda and Remy remove their paw feet to see Hunter face flat in the floor. “Never thought I’d be lucky to do that.” Remy tells Ronda. “A true gift for us from Kamura.” Ronda adds while raising her paw in the air to thank the village. “So, what do we do now?” Remy asks. “We, are free to choose, but you…” Ronda covers her paw over he snuffer and walks backwards as she continues. “Reeaaalllyyyy, need to bathe.” Remy takes a whiff of himself and twitches a bit. “Is it that bad?” Ronda widens her eyes while frowning. “Your armor is stained, you hair is matted, and I can smell your stench from here.” She explains while standing 5ft away from him shielding her snout.

“Alright I get it. I mean you’re no Hunter, but you don’t have to be that rude…” A pause occurs during his sentence. He looks down at Hunter who scrambles to stand up. Remy’s head begins to stir an idea, a vilely vulgar idea. Enough so he begins to snicker sinisterly, an action that puts Hunter in fear. “Ronda, can you please buy me four combinations of ‘beansplosion’ ‘blastslash’ and ‘Fruitflash’ dangos?” He requests. Ronda reminds him. “Did you already forget what happened last time you got that combination?” Remy leans down to seize Hunter in his right paw, Hunter struggles but to no avail as Remy brings him up to his chest. “Oh, I remember, but I’m curious to know if Hunter remembers?” Hunter’s body rushes with goosebumps, he knows fully well what Remy means.

“Remy, you wouldn’t!!” Remy stares down at Hunter with a sneer. “I most certainly would…” He slowly brings Hunter to his corrosive coarse shirt. “And I will.” Remy concurs. “You won’t get aw-MMNNFFFPPHHHNNMGG” Remy simply smothers Hunter face first in his shirt with a one-handed hug. The smell went from funky foot to chaffing chest. The cheap armor material peels off and sticks onto Hunter. Remy’s musk and the torn leather comprise of a compost pile in a swamp smell.

“Please Ronda, I’ve always wanted to do this to Hunter?” Remy begs to her. Ronda is somewhat skeptical towards Remy’s request, but he has gone through worse than she has during Hunter’s hunts. She incites to him. “I’m not going to be here after you are done eating. And you are going to help clean out the smell too.” Her demand is a serene song to Remy’s ears. “Deal.” He smiles in agreement with her while feeling hunter inadvertently message his chest.

“I’ll be back in a bit, don’t lose him while I’m gone.” Ronda reminds him while she leaves their hut. “Don’t worry…” He lifts Hunter off his chest who is finally able to take a clean breath. “I’ll make sure I won’t lose you, Hunter.” Remy grabs his shirt and purposely rips it off and tosses it aside on the ground. “Now how about a hug?” Remy’s mischievous question did not wait for an answer. With both hands, he smushes Hunter into his off-white boorish belly doubling his musky smell from earlier. With his size, Remy looks like he is resting his paws on his tummy, but Hunter is receiving an ominous odor from the palico.

“I’ve never thought I’d say this but thank you Hunter for having me hunt for two nights straight.” He begins swirling his hands in a circle smearing Hunter more into his gut. “Because now you can enjoy the smell of what a hunt does to me.” Remy smiles deridingly while circling Hunter against him. Unkempt hair and the heavy scent of body odor overwhelms Hunter. And at his size, Hunter’s nostrils can’t help but puff in Remy’s smelly scent. “I do need to bathe, but you’re doing pretty good absorbing the stench.” Remy taunts tediously while continuing Hunter’s swirling torture for 5 minutes.

“I do need to take a load off though, my legs are killing me.” Remy reminds himself while continuing Hunter’s motion of misery. He strolls over to four pillows sitting in a square around a center fire. Remy’s small torn-open pillow is to the right of Hunter’s pillow, which is the biggest, fluffiest, and most pristine pillow. He would punish anyone who sits in his spot. Remy knew this but incites a different notion.

Remy pinches Hunter by the back of his shirt and droops Hunter over the pristine pillow. “What are you (inhales) doing next to (inhales) my pillow?” Hunter demands while catching his breath. “To give you a proposition. Let me rest on your pillow, and I won’t treat you like my body brush. Deal?” Remy delivers honestly to Hunter.

Remy did smell, but a wash can clean out the pillow easily. And Remy isn’t too heavy to really ruin the fluffiness of Hunter’s pillow, so nothing can logically go wrong. Except Hunter isn’t logical, far from it. He expects everything in the hut is his and Hunter can do whatever he wants with it. And having this pesky palico tell him otherwise is a slap to his face. “You’ve got some nerve giving me a choice on using MY pillow. But the answer is NO. I don’t care how small I am, I will MAKE you leave me pillow if you think about sitting on it.” Hunter declares. Remy shuts his eyes and simpers at Hunter’s response. “Well by all means…” Remy turns his seat to face the pillow and holds Hunter up to his chin to reply. “Try to, MAKE, me.”

While gripping Hunter and bending in his knees, FWOMP Remy sits on Hunter’s pillow. Turning the 6-inch cushion into a 4-inch cushion. For lack of size, Hunter is fuming with fury. “You ungrateful snarky bastard, get off my seat!!!” Remy feels him trying to slip from his paw, but just scoffs at him. “Be my guest, Hunter.” After his snooty remark, Remy drops Hunter on his lap. “Uhhmffff, watch where you dro- (sniff sniff)” Hunter immediately pinches his nose after taking a whiff of Remy’s terrible stench again. He is kneeling on Remy’s lap facing away from him.

“What’s the matter Hunter, aren’t you gonna move me?” Remy teases him and shakes his legs in excitement like a kid waiting to open a birthday present. Hunter bounces uncontrollably from leg to leg. Two big bounce houses tossing him back and forth with the foul stink of swamp and palico body odor. Remy notices Hunter juggling and pesters him more. He would have both his legs shaking at the same motion, then alternating them back and forth. Making it difficult for Hunter to control his balance.

“Knu- knu- kno- knock knock -ck -ck i- i- i- it it it -t -t -t o- o- off off -f -f -f!” Hunter yammers while being thrown around like a toss salad. Remy chuckles at his mini master’s comment. He gibes, “Well, if you say so.” With a little more grit, Remy springs his legs up quickly and launches Hunter up to his snout. There is a brief pause for Hunter as he reaches peak height. He views Remy’s amber eyes and maniacal smirk growing wide. Attempting to contemplate why, Hunter falls with no help from Remy, SWUNK. Well, a little help from Remy. Hunter lands face first right between Remy’s lumpish legs. Hunter’s own legs are sticking out, kicking for freedom that he has no chance in getting.

Bellowing laughter erupts from Remy, the possibility of Hunter getting stuck torso first between his legs is a priceless commodity. “HA ha ha ha ha. There’s no way… ha ha ha… that just… ha ha happened.” Hunter can somewhat hear Remy’s rowdy response but is concentrating on holding his breath more from Remy’s terrible smelly thighs. And the walls of fur and flesh are keeping him put. “But you will need to get under me if you want to move me.” Remy adds and gains another idea to tantalize Hunter. Remy leans back on his hands keeping an eye on Hunter. A grimy grin grows on Remy’s face as he says, “So let me help you with that.”

Remy clinches and shifts his knees forward and back in an alternating motion. This piston leg movement twirls Hunter between Remy’s thighs. TWIST TWOST TWIST TWOST TWIST TWOST back-n-forth Hunter’s body twists and turns in the feline’s leg lock. This sustaining smothering is doing three things to Hunter. 1: The gross smell of not only Remy’s hair, but skin is invading Hunter’s nose. 2: The alternating leg piston exercise is squeezing and bruising Hunter, which causes him to take deeper breaths of Remy’s revolting stank. And 3: Remy is slowly, but surely sinking Hunter down his thighs while twist smothering him. And with Remy’s lumber legs, he could easily turn Hunter into candy taffy if he added the effort. “You’re almost there Hunter, maybe another 10 or 15 minutes should get you to reach the pillow, heh heh heh.” TWIST TWOST TWIST TWOST TWIST TWOST TWIST TWOST.

Remy is having a delightful time mashing his master between his muscles. So much so, he didn’t notice Ronda enter their hut again. “Ok, ‘beansplosion’ ‘blastslash’ and ‘Fruitflash’ as ordered Remy. Now wh-” Ronda stops and stares at Remy layback position while rubbing his legs together. Only questions go through Ronda’s head.

“Remy, are you on Hunter’s pillow?” She calls for his attention. Remy ceases his locomotion and smiles at the sight of Ronda holding dangos on a plate. “Yes, I am. Also, you’re the best Ronda. There’s four combinations, right?” Remy relays to her. “Yep, all for you and Hunter. Where is he anyways?” She asks. Remy giggles a bit and stands up to gesture to the pillow. “I haven’t seen him; I’ve been too busy using the new ‘messager’.” He sarcastically states.

While holding the dangos, Ronda walks to the pillow that has a miniscule-mangled man lying in Remy’s leg imprints. “Mhhmm mhhmm mhhmm mhhmm, what an ugly little toy. I can’t hold back my chuckles.” Ronda joshes at Hunter, who’s joints are aching from Remy’s thigh twisting. “Well Ronda, you’re gonna laugh so hard that all of Kamura will hear your beautiful voice.” Remy flirts to her. Ronda glimmers at Remy with interests. “Oh, and why is that?” she indulges to him. Remy doesn’t talk, he simply slides Hunter to the butt depression of the pillow. Ronda smiles knowing Remy’s intention. She stands in front of the pillow to peer down at Hunter, who is slowly venturing to escape the pillow.

Remy is to her left as she swerves her head to him. She teases aloud. “So is this ‘thing’ can also be a useful cushion…” Ronda rotates her backside towards the pillow with her alluring tail whipping side to side above it. Remy’s amber eyes light up with small sparks when looking at Ronda’s butt from her right side. But Hunter’s eyes enlarge with horror. “…Like this?” She doesn’t wait for Remy to answer, except Hunter screams his answer “Waaaaiiii-” as her blue butt BWUMPS onto the pillow, and Hunter. She isn’t chubby, but she also didn’t slow her decent either. She wants Hunter to feel her rear ramming into him.

Hunter’s head and arms are sticking out her right side for air. Ronda notices this and slightly shakes her seat to attract Remy beside her and harass Hunter beneath her. Remy’s tail curls up and behind him not hiding the pleasure he is feeling. He can’t figure out if it’s because of Ronda’s posterior play, the crushing Hunter, or both. Continuing her cheek caressing, she seduces Remy, “And feasting on these dangos will help you with that, Remsky?” Remy’s whiskers coil along with her smile. Ronda raises her ruby eyes on him, waiting for his response.

She has never given anyone a nickname, but that didn’t stop him from answering with glee. “Absolutely, but I don’t know if I can do what you’re doing, you beautiful Blueberry.” Ronda raises her brow, and her grin. “Well, if these two berries…” she pats her paws on each cheek and WIGGLE WIGGLE WIGGLE WIGGLE drags Hunter in a very uncomfortable manner. “can fluster you, I guarantee whatever you do will make me laugh too.”

She stands up, relieving Hunter from her smushing. She walks and hands the dango plate to Remy. She leans into his right ear to whisper, “Just make sure you have fun with him like I did. Then maybe we can have some ‘fun’ later.” Remy has seen monsters ten times his size and goes in swinging. But Ronda’s demeanor and execution for speech leaves him breathless. Ronda trots away, grazing her tail under Remy’s chin to focus him on her. She has more of a sway to her step, hips, booty, and tail too as she walks out of the hut.

Remy gazes at the front entrance, still trialing what has happened between him and Ronda. She isn’t appalling his musky scent like before. Is her nose working? Did she joke with him about his smell before grabbing the dangos? Did she joke with him about having ‘fun’ with Hunter? Did she joke about having ‘fun’ with him? He is now a smitten statue, with nothing but Ronda in his mind. Until “Gotta (inhales) get out (inhales)” a small victim breaks his trance. Remy blinks back to reality to find Hunter crawling to the end of the pillow. Remy simply walks over to Hunter, with dango plate in hand.

Remy displays a dango cabob with the top-to-bottom order starting dango being orange, then green and black stripes, and white with black dots. “Do you know each of these dangos Hunter?” Remy quizzes the little loser limp on the pillow. “Each one gives me a unique digestion problem. This one is Fuitflash.” Remy explains and swallows the orange dango whole. “This gives me reeeaaallyyy looonng gaaasss.” Still in pain, Hunter peeks up to listen to Remy’s explanation, GIIIIRRGGGLLEEE. Remy smirks while Hunter shakes in fear. Remy adds, “Like this.” He turns around standing to PPPUUUUUURRRRRRRFFFFFFF on Hunter. Remy didn’t lie about it being a long one, a 30 second fish biting scent to Hunter’s nose. “Guess hunting for days and nights with little rations really sped up my digestion system.” Remy conveys with comedy.

Hunter screams with agitation, “That was (cough) (cough) terrible.” “Don’t worry it gets better, for me at least.” Remy sneers and continues to show the next green-black stripped dango along with his gross glutes. “Here we have the blastslash.” Remy gulps down that dango. “You know what, give a guess what this one does? If you get it right, I’ll spare ya.” Remy challenges Hunter, who spits an insult back at him. “What the hell is going on in that head of yours? I’m not going to-” BROOOPP. Hunter feels a howling hurricane of horrid honey hurl at him. Pressing him further into the pillow as if Ronda sat on him again. “Hehehehe, sorry wrong answer. This one gives me a BIG blast.” Remy laughs as he veers over his shoulder to see the pressing position of Hunter in the pillow.

Besides Remy’s fumes, Hunter is beginning to fume up with furor. Remy talks about the final dango. “Finally, we have the-” “STOP IT NOW! I’m going to cut off your ears since you can’t hear me. Get me up now or I’ll-” “SHUT IT PIPSQUEAK!!” Remy snarls back at Hunter, who stop struggling in the pillow from Remy’s loud response. Remy stands forward overshadowing Hunter with the most terrorizing expression on his face. He begins to berate Hunter. “Day in day out, we do all the hunts. You don’t work with us, you don’t feed us, you’ve never cared for any of us for the past five years.” Remy presses his left palm against Hunter and the pillow, causing him to “Meeep.” “You have nothing over me, but I’ve got five years of revenge over you, with interest.”

Remy grips Hunter and brings him up to the dango plate. He places Hunter on the plate next to the last white dango with black spots. “This one is my favorite, beansplosion. It has the greatest taste of chili beans in a dango ever.” Remy informs with intimidation. “This one right here causes the worst smell.” Remy gobbles that dango in front of Hunter. Hunter is still trying to recover from Remy’s previous air assaults but is struggling to stand. BBAARRRBBLLEEE Remy’s stomach acts up again. They both glare at each other, but Remy is sneering while Hunter is fearing for his life. “Take in a whiff.” Remy’s left paw pinches behind Hunter’s shirt and places him inches from under his tail. Closing his eyes Remy steams a yellow FFFAAARRTTTT cloud right in Hunters face. The chili and bean odor blows right onto Hunter, who partly swings from the breaking wind.

Remy brings Hunter back to his face again gripping him this time. “I just ate one cabob of three dangos, each one having its own special kicker.” While Remy is speaking, Hunter bobs his head a bit still in a daze from Remy’s beansplosion. Remy uses his left thumb digit to slap Hunter a couple times to wake him up. It did hurt but it also works. Remy continues, “Imagine what happens if I eat all of them at once?” Hunter widens his eyes with worry.

Remy then turns his wrist so Hunter can view the amount of dango cabobs on the plate. Remy adds, “Three times over…” He drops Hunter onto the pillow right in the kitty keister crater. Remy veering over his shoulder rotates his body to reveal again his raunchy rear to Hunter. “At point blank range?” He finishes his sentence while proudly portraying his palico posterior. “Let’s find out.”

“You wouldn’t.” Remy ignores Hunter’s comment as he turns his head away. “Re-Remy.” Hunter’s voice begins to tremble as Remy steps his furry flank closer to the pillow. He knows talking with Hunter is pointless, he’s too stupidly self-righteous in his own world to listen to anything. “D-don’t do it.” Hunter stutters even more. The combination of Remy’s farts and Ronda’s smothering has Hunter’s body immobilized. And Remy knows this, and he is relishing this moment. He is going to give Hunter every bit of revenge and then some more.

Not only for his sake, but for Ralu, Rooli, and especially Ronda. Just thinking about her gives him goosebumps. With Hunter’s body in the center of the pillow. Remy will test out to see what gives him more pleasure. Ronda’s presence or crushing Hunter? Guess he’ll have to find out. As Remy’s dirty dynamic duff drops, so does Hunter’s heart and soul. “No, No, NO, NOO-” BWWUUMMPP. The pillow’s sides lift up as its middle sinks due to Remy’s rough rear. And the poor puny person beneath only has his feet sticking out from under Remy’s belly. While his face presses against Remy’s left horrid husky hindquarter.

“Kamura’s morning shine feels great on my face.” Remy compliments the sun shines through the window grazing him. He looks behind him and furthers his own courtesy. “And you feel even better underneath me ass.” Remy rolls his rump left-to-right gently. REB RUB REBB RUBB REEBB RUUBB REEBBB RUUBBB Remy’s foul furry fanny is foraying Hunter’s nose from his body odor and previous three dango dusters. And he is bruising Hunter’s body with a bustling butt.

“mhhhn gggrrfffff nnnmmmhhhh” Remy’s ears turn to the sound of a diminutive dimwit pleading. “What’s that, couldn’t hear ya? I’m too busy eating.” Remy gibes while he gobbles the first cabob. The three dangos taste even better when eaten together. He doesn’t hesitate to chow down on the other two as well. All the while he keeps rolling his rancid rump RREEEBBBB RRUUUBBBB RRREEEEEBBBBB RRRUUUUUBBBBB RRREEEEEEBBBBBBB RRRUUUUUUBBBBBBB.

“Mmmmmmmm, delightful.” Remy describes his meal as he stops rolling and sets the plate to his side. “Mmm ssmmmhhhff” Remy’s ears perk, from Hunter under him. “Did you…” Remy speaks and turns his head over his shoulder to look down at his victim under his rump. “What did you say?” Rather Hunter hears him, or the timing is perfect. “Mmff sssmmonnihhhfff” Even when under him, Remy deciphers Hunter’s message. I’m sorry. But Remy makes a joke out of it. “Please repeat that, you’re too quiet.” Remy implies with insincerity. “Immfff ssmoonniiihhfff” Hunter pleads again. Remy can’t help but giggle grimly at this, his former hunter begging under him, literally.

GGUUUUAAAARRRGGGGLLLLEEEEE “MNOOMMM NNOOOMM NOOOMM NMNOOOOMM” Hunter begs ‘no’, but Remy pats his stomach with a sinical smile. “What did you say, couldn’t hear you over your ‘to be demise’?” Hunter is dead middle under Remy’s atrocious ass. Point blank range for his next big blast. “IMMMFFFF SSSOONNNIIHH. IMMMFFFF SSSOONNNIIHH. IMMMFFFF SSSOONNNIIHH.” Remy gladly jiggles his glutes to make sure Hunter is right in the center. He peers over for a final time. “One last time, Hunter. What did you say?” Hunter squeals for his life under his palico’s posterior prison. “IMMF SSOOOORRRRNYYYYHHFF.” Remy hears him, but brings a final speech while looking at is prisoner. “I’m sorry for you too.” He closes his eyes, squeezes his paws, and attacks with almighty ass blasts.

PPPPPUUUUUUUURRRRRFFFFFFFFFFF the fruitflash fetal fish fart hits first and that one reaches well over a minute. BBRROOOOOPPPPPP the horrid honey blastdash barbarically bombs Hunter next. FFFFAAAAARRRRRTTTTTTTTT and the chili bean beansplosion’s brutally barrages Hunter’s nostrils. Fart after fart, each odor overloads Hunter in length, force, and stench. Small spurts of yellow clouds shoot out of the pillow. As most of those spurts are being blown onto Hunter ruthlessly.

Ronda enters again but hears Remy pooting up a storm. She peeks past the entrance to Remy relieving himself onto the pillow and more importantly suffocating Hunter with his farting. Though she still reviles his smell, Ronda is relishing the fact Remy is ravaging the runt under him. Remy’s revenge towards Hunter is long overdue, and this is one thing that Hunter, Remy, and Ronda will never forget. Thinking of this makes her simper softly.

A GWUIIERRGGLLBBLLEE sound emits from Remy’s stomach. Ronda honestly believed that a monster had entered the hut. “Uggghhh that one definitely hurt me.” Remy complains as he grasps his stomach in pain. “But not as much as it will hurt you.” Remy brings his knees up to his chests and hugs them. The pillow squishes down more with the adding leg weight and Remy’s flank flattens the cushion and Hunter more. Now fully covering Hunter from head to toe, Remy delivers a devastatingly destructive dumpy disaster. BBBBBRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT A five-minute yellow near necrosis nerve gas nukes Hunter, nullifying him completely. Hunter’s squirm for survival falls limp from the beginning of that ferocious fart and ends with him unconsciously twitching his body.

Remy is panting, still holding his position. “HA HA HA HA you just- HA HA I can’t beli- HA HA HA!!!” Remy’s ears point to the entrance, with Ronda laughing hysterically. “HA HA HA… you really did it. I wouldn’t be surprised if- ha ha ha… you killed him like that. A great hunter’s final end to your… hindEND ha ha ha ha.” Ronda laughs again, and Remy joins her cute contagious cackling. Now calming down after their hysteria, Remy sits normally and informs Ronda. “As much as I wanted to, I didn’t do it.” Ronda laughter fades a bit and asks. “Why not?” Remy replies, “Because it wouldn’t be fair hogging all the fun. Ralu, Rooli, and you deserve this chance too.”

Ronda purposely catwalks to Remy and states. “But I did have my fun with him, remember?” Remy eyes avert hers as he thinks of a rebuttal. “Well… you had to clean his clothes, polish his weapons, and you said you’ve always hated to bathe him.” Ronda leans in front of him, inches from his face. “I don’t like to bathe him, that is for certain.” She confirms to Remy as she takes her left paw behind Remy’s right ear. “But that doesn’t mean I ‘don’t’ like the bath.” She adds as she delicately drags her digit from behind his ear to the tip of his chin. Remy blushes.

“I just don’t like going in the tub… alone.” She lusciously locks eyes with Remy. Remy is still bashful with her pointer digit on his chin, he rebuttals. “Then how about we bathe together, Blueberry?” He opens his left paw beneath Ronda’s, praying to Kamura’s graces she says yes. Ronda initiates, “Mmmm, that…” she gets closer “…sounds…” Remy’s heart is hoping as she is a hair away from his mouth (Smooch) “…puuuurrrrfect, Remsky.” Taken aback from the kiss, Remy is completely in love with her. Ronda clasps his left paw as they both stand and make their way to the tub.

They both begin to refill the tub with warm water and suds. For the moment, they ignore the now putrid pillow with visual yellow stink lines rising from it. Beforehand, the pillow itself was 6 inches tall. After Remy’s rampage, it is now 3 inches tall from the middle, while the edges puff out like wings. And the small stupid sap stuck in the middle of that savage scent is Hunter, unconscious and unable to move. Most of the stink lines did come from him, along with the loose hair and smears, compliments from Remy’s rough rump.

The two, in love, palicos enter the bath together holding each other’s paws. They begin to grasp one another’s arms, then rubbing shoulders, into crossing one another’s legs, finally making out in the tub. Kiss after kiss while grasping each other intently, time flies as they are in their own little world of love. They don’t know how long they were in there, but long enough for the DING DING DING dinner bell to ring. “Mmmmm, as much as this ‘meal’ is delicious, I am very hungry.” Remy lifts his head off Ronda to gleefully indicate. “Awwww, am I not satisfying enough Remsky?” Ronda teases with a titter in her eye. “Nonsense, you are beyond satisfying…” Remy now whispers into her right ear. “I’m just afraid I’ll lose control and gobble up such a Beautiful Blueberry.” Remy lightly nips her ear, giving Ronda cherry cheeks.

“Well then, I’ll go to the canteen. And you handle that.” Ronda points to Hunter on the pillow still unconscious. “He he he, I almost forgot about him. I’ll clean the pillow too, just so the stench doesn’t settle.” Remy gets out of the tub first, with Ronda following. “Uh, slight problem…” Remy says turning around with a single towel. “We only got one towel.” Ronda walks in close purposely bumping into Remy’s front. She snags one end of the towel, “It’s all we’ll need.” She implies as her and Remy beam at each other and dry off sharing the towel, and some nose rubs and kisses.

After drying and dressing, Remy walks over to the pillow and Ronda walks to the exit. “I’ll be back shortly.” She announces. “And you’ll know where to find me.” Remy replies. A gently grin grows on her face as she heads to the canteen. Remy teeters over to Hunter in a giddy mood with a jar in hand. “You awake?” Hunter is still motionless from before. “No worries, I’ll keep you in here for safety… along with a present.” Remy takes the clay jar, about the size of his head, and rips a nasty FFFAAAARRRTTTT into it. “There you go.” He says, grabbing and tossing Hunter into the Jar. “I’ll keep you on the shelf next to the bath.” Remy strolls over to the shelf above the tub placing the jar and Hunter.

“Tomorrow, I’m going to find Ralu and Rooli, and tell them the good news. Then they will have their fun with you, just like me. Though I don’t know if they are really into the ‘toxic toots’ like me hah hah hah.” Remy endorses himself. “But when they arrive, I wonder what they’ll do? And how long they will do it?” Remy shrugs his shoulders to end his remark and walks over to clean the pillow. Trapping Hunter in Remy’s fatal funky fumes. Hopefully Remy remembers him.