I am a little over 4 months late, but I thoroughly enjoyed writing these stories. Please read my latest journal if you wanted to know about my absence. I wrote a personal story on Monster Hunter Rise, but YOU as the reader get to choose the ending. The choices are on the bottom, thank you for your patience and enjoy the short story.

In Monster Hunter Rise whenever you create an inappropriate/vulgar name for a character, the Capcom developers auto change the name to ‘Hunter.’ And in this story, Hunter is ironically a vulgar and inappropriate person. He chooses not to hunt with other Kamura hunters because he is too ‘special’ for them, which is a blatant lie. His palico Remy and palamute Ralu carry him in the hunts and Rooli the Cohoot flies endlessly to gather materials for him. When things don’t go his way, he blames them along with the other animals called buddies in Kamura. “Humans are superior and should never need help from ‘pets’.” is his motto. But he knows deeply that those three bring in the zenny. But he’d rather die than admit that, unless something worse happens. Cue the story:

Kamura’s dew shines over the village when its chimney fires are quiet. The spiribirds flutter and chipper while the toads croak and swim in the nearby local stream. Three leaders walk to Kamura’s courtyard. The master hunter, Elder Fugen; the palamute Loyal Homura; and the palico Chief Kogarasi. “Waking up for these mornings never gets old.” Kogarasi describes when viewing Kamura’s morning. “Then let’s get this day going.” “Right you are Homura, ha ha.” Fugen laughs as he agrees with Homura. Elder Fugen lights the giant smithing building’s core in the center of Kamura, which ignites the eight chimneys with a flurry of flames and smoke. A wake-up call for all the villagers to begin their day. The blood of Kamura rushes as the smithies, merchants, chefs, farmers, ecologists, trainers, and hunters roam within her and greet one another. Another day to enjoy and explore for all, well almost all.

Hunter is currently sleeping in, again. He is alone in his hut because he has Remy and Ralu fighting monsters overnight and Rooli scavenging herbs and materials also overnight. The housekeeper palico, Ronda, enters through the front entrance which uses a garb as a door. She is a slight blue tabby cat with black lines on her back with ruby eyes. She painfully knows what to expect from Hunter. “Uhh, goo-good morning Meowst-mmhhpp.” Before finishing her greeting, Hunter chucks an extra pillow at her. “Leave keeper, I’m sleeping.” Hunter compels while turning his back to her to sleep again.

The only reason why Ronda persists is because Hunter usually sleeps past breakfast. Which gets him very hangry, and she receives the brunt end of it. “Bu.. but meowster, breakfast is almost over, I- I don’t want you to miss i-” PUUNNGGGG. A flung kunai sticks to the wall beside her, inches away from her left cheek slicing off some whiskers. She squeals from its impact.

“When I say, ‘I’m sleeping’ that means shut up and leave.” Hunter sits up with another kunai in his hand at the ready. Ronda is quail, but quickly sues. “Let me grab you your food while you sleep meowster, please?” Hunter lowers his hand, still holding an unpleasant glare. “Fine, just make sure you are quiet when you enter again. And NO orange dangos. I hate orange.” He commands as he pulls the covers over himself again in his bag bed. Ronda quietly leaves him and walks to Yomogi’s canteen, but is still shaken from nearly dying by his kunai. Hunter has been disrespectful and violent but has never been that close to killing her before. She can’t stop trembling as she walks away to the canteen.

Ronda arrives at the busy canteen as palicos, palamutes, and hunters share their dango meals alike preparing for their hunts. But Hunter on the other hand saves some zenny by only paying for his dango meals and letting Remy, Ralu, and Rooli eat his scraps, if they are lucky. Thankfully Ronda explains her dilemma Kinako and Shiratama, Yomogi’s reliable palico chefs. The twin chefs didn’t hesitate to help because they always worry for Ronda and the others. “Ronda, hey Ronda,” Kinako waves with a hammer in paw. “Good morning Ronda,” Shiratama adds while placing the dango batter into their beating bowl. “Morning.” She replies lightly. Immediately the twins pause their cooking, knowing something is off with Ronda. “What’s with the tone?” Shiratama asks placing the batter. “Did you have trouble sleeping?” Kinako guesses resting her hammer.

They walk to her as Ronda looks away and covers her left cheek. “Just tired is all, coming to grab some food for Hunter.” The twins notice that she is covering her left cheek. “Why is your left paw there?” Kinako questions. “Ronda, please. Let us see.” Shiratama insists. Ronda takes a breath and removes her paw to show her cut whiskers. Shiratama is boiling mad while Kinako caringly holds onto Ronda’s paws. “That horrible HORRIBLE Hunter. I’m gonna claw his eyes out.”

Kinako turns to Shiratama and responds. “We can’t get involved, last time we did, Hunter punished Ronda and the others by having them sleep outdoors and no food for a week.” Shiratama continues to banter. “Well Elder Fugen should do something at least.” Ronda sorrowfully answers. “The people of Kamura always avoid Hunter, even Elder Fugen. Hunter is still, well a hunter, who requires a palico, palamute, and cohoot. And nobody else would work for him because of his atrocious attitude and violent outbursts. Even when he doubled his pay to Iori the Buddy Handler for extra buddies, no palico, palamute, or cohoot stepped forward.”

Hugging herself in fear, Ronda whispers faintly. “We’re stuck with him. Small subjects to an inglorious hunter.” Shiratama’s whiskers curl along with his grin, Kinako notices this. “Shiratama, what are you planning?” She asks while Shiratama rushes into the gathering hub canteen. Ronda and Kinako look at each other then back at the gathering hub entrance. Erie yellow, blue, and green glow emits behind the Hub’s entrance banners. BOOOOOM a comically large and loud purple smoke cloud blows the hub’s entrance banners crazily spitting out Shiratama backwards with a jar in his paws. Standing up and shaking off his singeing head hair, he walks over to the waiting palicos.

Ronda is concerned, “Are you alright, did a Rathian invade the canteen?” Kinako sees the jar in Shiratama’s hands with a purple liquid inside. “Don’t tell me you went into Yomogi’s banned-recipe book?” Shiratama has no shame in his rebuttal. “If the people here aren’t going to help Ronda and the others, we might as well sis. Now please, mix this into Hunter’s dangos?” Kinako doesn’t budge, she knows the uncontrollable terror in that book. Shiratama vows to them both. “This isn’t going to kill Hunter, but he will realize how ‘little’ he really is.” Kinako knows exactly what he means and smiles as well. “Pour it in brother,” she complies. As he pours the confounding purple liquid into the beating bowl, Kinako begins beat mixing the dango batter with her hammer.

After a couple minutes of mixing, hammering, and cooking the dangos. The twins slid twelve dango balls onto four sticks and handed them to Ronda. “Make sure Hunter eats all of them,” Shiratama hints. “And DO NOT eat any of these,” Kinako advises. Ronda is anxious about the twins specific advice. “I don’t know what ‘this’… ” she points to the purple dangos, “is, but I can’t do it.” The twin chefs giggle with each other. “After Hunter eats these, he’ll throw a ‘tiny’ tantrum.” Kinako finishes, “While you are ‘large and in charge’.” They hand the plate to her and comfortably confirm to her. “Trust us.” Ronda is certain they will never put her, Rooli, Ralu, or Remy in danger. From everything she remembers, the twins fed them when starving and housed them when homeless. “Ok, thank you.” Ronda grabs the plate. “No charge either,” Kinoka implies. “This one’s on us,” Shiratama adds. Ronda bows to thank them again and turns around to head back to Hunter’s home.

Ronda arrives at Hunter’s home again, and quietly enters. She views him sitting up stretching half out of his bed bag. He scrutinizes his breakfast. “Why are they only purple? I like color variety in my breakfast keeper.” Ronda is nervous but responds. “They maybe all purple, but I insisted that you get twelve dangos besides nine.” Hunter counts them and comments. “Well, they better be good. Or else I’ll even out your whiskers.” He threatens with another kunai in his hand. Ronda walks over and places the plate on the ground next to him.

He pierces the dango with the kunai, sniffs it, and takes a bite. Ronda is startling a bit, worrying about her life along with the others. “Did those stupid palicoes make this?” Ronda is frozen in fear, but she responds honestly. “Yes.” Hunter stares at her grimly. “Never have them cook for me again. Yogomi is the head chef and I deserve the best food. Not some pet’s kibble.” He insults but continues to chow down. Ronda simply observes Hunter boorishly eat all the dangos. A popo can have better table manners comparing to him. BEELLCCHHH confirms he is done, and under a minute too. “Take the plate back keeper. Then get my bath water ready.” Ronda shivers at the thought of bathing him. She rather bathe an Almudron.

Hunter walks behind an inner wall. “Fill the bath, I’m going to undress.” Hunter commands. “Of course.” She replies and walks over to the stone square tub hole in the ground. “Don’t scorch the water.” Hunter adds. “Yes sir.” Ronda confirms. “And use a lot of soap. I wanna relax as you clean me.” Hunter explains as his voice cracks a bit. “Ughhh… if you say so.” Ronda responds confusingly from his weird voice crack. “Make sure you use a sponge.” His voice pitch reaches higher and higher. “I don’t want your paws on me……. AAAAAWWWWWWW” A mouse squeal comes from Hunter’s room. Ronda stops the tub water and turns around. “Are you ok?” Ronda asks and walks over to him. Hunter has no deep voice, but he isn’t a squeaker either. She knocks on the wall, “Hunter, everything alright?” She hears small muffling, sounding like suffocation. “Forgive the intrusion, but I’m coming in.” Ronda turns the corner and to find no one behind the wall.

“Where did…How did he…” Hunter’s garments on the floor twitch a bit. Something is under them. Ronda leans down to grab the clothes and lifts them up expecting a mouse. But sees a mini Hunter instead. “What the hell did you do to me?” Hunter tweets out to Ronda, who is preventing herself from chuckling. “Mmhhm I was filling your tub. I didn’t mhmmhhm do anything.” She can’t help but grin at the little Hunter. He is three inches of comical angsty energy. He’s covering himself in a hill of cloth since he has nothing underneath on. Ronda spies clothes of a chew toy doll that look like the right size. “Here Hunter, these should fit.” Hunter is Upset with everything going on, but he can’t do much naked. He swipes the clothes from Ronda’s paw that almost covers his body.

After putting on a clearly hand-me-down rugged get-up, he begins squealing. “This is your fault keeper. I’m small because of you.” Ronda is holding strong trying not to laugh as she stands sizably before him. “I didn’t mmhmmhmm do anything to you Hunter mmhmhmhm.” She is turning a little red trying to hold her poker face. “Never use my name. It’s ‘Master’.” Ronda bursts laughing aloud. Hunter is too stupid to realize he has no power over her like this. She teases him “Why?” Hunter is offended from her response. “You pathetic palico, I’m the ‘Master’ because I’m human. I give you shelter, food, weapons, and armor all because of me. And you do what I say no matter what.”

Ronda walks towards him menacingly, every step resounds in Hunter’s ears. “Remember when you threw Rooli out of this hut because his feathers got on your pillow?” She paws pound the floor louder towards him. “Didn’t feed Remy for a week because he ate before you?” Hunter begins shaking his legs as this colossal cat shadows him. “Injured Ralu during a hunt because you are too cheap to get her proper armor?” She quickly swipes Hunter in her open left paw and draws him close to her left face. “Or cut my whiskers because you wanted to sleep in?” She moves her paw in front of her nose so Hunter can see her ruby angry eyes. “A master cares for their own, and I’ll never listen to a miserable miscreant like you.” She yells at him, which forces him back into her digits more.

This is the first time ever Ronda insults Hunter, and he didn’t take it kindly. “I’ll cut off your other whiskers you fricken feline.” He reaches behind his waist to grab his knife but clasps his own hand instead. Too angry to realize his, now huge, knife is on the floor with his huge garments. “You want your knife?” Ronda mocks as she slowly tilts her had sideways. “It’s right beneath you.” Hunter starts to slide off her hand but grasps onto her middle digit as her palm faces down. “Hey Hey STOP.” He demands as Ronda jokes with him some more.

“Huh, that’s a long drop too, well for you.” Ronda is 3 ft tall from her head. Scaling Hunter’s size from her head to the floor, he has a decent 30ft drop of death. “And my paw is starting to ich too.” She continues scaring Hunter as she rubs her outer digits up and down against each other. This startles Hunter as her action slowly loosen his grip. “Knock it off!” He demands. Ronda ignores him and continues to teeter her digits, then sways her hand side-to-side a bit. Hunter is swinging and squealing as Ronda tantalizes him like a water droplet ready to fall.

“Stop it, I can’t get a grip.” He begs. Ronda throws his words back at him. “Mmmmm, I don’t know. I’m a uSeLeSs PaLiCo, remember.” Hunter is currently losing his grip. “I can’t…nngghhh… hold on.” He urges, while Ronds enjoys his arms sliding down her digit. “Say ‘please help me Ronda’.” Hunter is straining his grip to survive but responds. “Stop messing around. Help me now!” He orders, but Ronda refuses. “Only if you say ‘Please help me Ronda’ because you know without my help you will fall. So, say it.” Hunter’s muscles may be weakening, but his selfish pride burns. “Fuck you. I’ll nev-” He finally slips and falls. “AAAHHHHH-GRUMPPHH” After squealing to near death, Ronda catches him with her right paw inches beneath her left. “Well, I have plenty of time for you to change your mind.” She annoys to the recovering Hunter.

“Besides, I’ve always wanted to do this.” She brings her left paw down. Hunter looks up to realize what she is planning. “Don’t you fuc-” CLAP. Ronda literally claps Hunter in her paws. “Finally, a way to shut you up.” His arms, head, and legs are poking out, but her paw pressure prevents him from speaking. That doesn’t stop Hunter from punching or kicking her paws and wrists though, a pathetic attempt that makes Ronda chuckle. “Heh heh heh, you think that is pain?” She begins smearing her paws back-n-forth, rotating each in an opposite direction.

Hunter can only muster out some small ‘meeps’ while Ronda contorts him in her pounding paw prison. “This is pain” she badgers. RAABBB RUUBBB RAABBB RUUBBB RAABBB RUUBBB RAABBB RUUBBB. The squishing sensation of him between her pads is alluring. Ronda has never taken this much pleasure in massaging or hurting someone. But this combination is extraordinarily fun for her.

“Ooohhhh, you can actual be useful at something for once Hunter. I’m just happy I could help you find it.” Ronda jives as she removes her left paw to see him limp in a weird angle. “Don’t (inhales) do that again (inhales) or I’ll-” Ronda interrupts him. “Or you’ll what?” She pinches his left arm with her right hand, causing him to yelp as she brings him close to her face again. “You’re a 3-inch dimwit who punches, at best, tickle. But me…” She brings up her left paw again but this time under him, with two digits in a flicking position. “I can beat you with one finger.” Hunter’s eyes widen as he reads her intent. “No no no-” THWICK. She clears him halfway across the room. He lands rolling and tottering his body across the floor, until he plants face first into the bamboo floor.

BOOM BOOOMM BOOOMMMM BOOOOOOMMMMM He hears her steps getting closer and he begins to crawl away to the front entrance. “You remind me of a bug Hunter.” She pesters, as her right hind paw casts a shadow over Hunter. “I remember you saying, ‘squash any bug you see’.” He doesn’t look up as he crawls faster in a panic. Ronda simply titters as she wiggles her toes overhead this puny person. “And I couldn’t agree more.” STOMP “AAARRRRGGHHHHHH” Hunter cries in pain from Ronda’s step. She is pinning his legs and back, with his arms and head poking out from under her hind paw. “I’d take that back. Any beetle is more useful compared to you.” Her huge hierarchy is turning her domestic demeanor into a powerful presence. Enough so that she is becoming crueler with every action she takes.

“How about I do Kamura a favor and just end this now?” She presses firmly onto him and leans down, resting her right arm on her knee. Hunter’s arms flail for freedom, but all he sees is a left paw with a claw closing towards him. This mortifying action freezes him stiff, as her left claw halts in front of his face. “Any last words, Hunter?” Ronda questions like an executioner to a criminal. Hunter can’t force himself out, and a fearful frog-in-his-throat is preventing him from speaking. “Fine then.” Ronda concludes as she bring her claw to finish him. “The others!” Barely scrapping his chin, Ronda halts from Hunter’s plea. Seeing an opportunity, Hunter continues, “Remy, Ralu, and Rooli will know I’m gone. And will find out what you did.”

Ronda does not move, nor says anything. She simply keeps the pressure on Hunter, who keeps blabbering. “And the rest of Kamura, they’ll know I’m gone too and will search for me. And sooner or later will find out you are the one responsible. Didn’t think about that did ya? You deluded dumba-NNNGGGGGGRRRRR!” Ronda presses harder on him to shut him up. “I guess I didn’t think of them.” Hunter starts smiling in his own victory, until Ronda looks down with a sinister smile to say. “Remy, Ralu, and Rooli should have the same chance with you, just like me.”

His smile sinks just like his heart after listening to her. “And since we finish your quests anyways, the rest of the village won’t be suspicious of you missing in the slightest.” She adds, but Hunter remarks. “No that’s… that’s not true… you just… just…” Ronda disrupts him. “Face it Hunter, we’ve been carrying you the entire time and bring in the zenny. You’re nothing more than a pitiful poser.”

Hunter’s pride is shot, and his nerves are racing. She’s right, and he knows it. And so do the other three too. If they see him like this, they will do the same as Ronda, or worse. “You put me through daily hell, but it would be unfair for me to not ‘share’ you with the others that had suffered worse.” She releases him, but Hunter is still laying belly down catching his breath. They both hear rustling outside of the front entrance. Someone is here. “Well, well, well. I wonder who’s gonna get their revenge next?” Ronda taunts as she stands tall behind the tiny, terrified twit. “I have to hold my ground, or else I’m done for.” Hunter gulps after thinking to himself. Rushing his body with self-motivation, He looks up kneeling and regrets seeing…

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Remy - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/48.....oad-successful

Ralu - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/48.....oad-successful

Rooli - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/48.....oad-successful