The Nargacuga growled, mostly at herself, while she reluctantly tiptoed out of her comfort zone. She could be, she would be, supportive. “Well... what would you do if you were training me?”

Sighing heavily, Jet wiggled out from between the furred hills that lined his gargantuan girlfriend's chest. “Try not to embarrass myself for starters,” he grimaced.

“I'm serious,” Nell rumbled.

Resting against the Nargacuga's sternum, her words felt more than they were heard, the human scrunched his lips. “I mean.” Impatient growls violently shook any and all traces of self-deprecation out of him. “I... I guess first and foremost I'd try to find out what weapon complements your fighting style.”

Brows furrowed, the Wyvern let slip bassy chirps as she tossed her head back and invited Jet to scritch at her exposed neck. “Complement how?”

Blushing furiously, his outstretched arm pinched beneath and guided along by a single scaly finger, Jet struggled to gather his thoughts. Torrents of steam poured out from the slits in the Hunter's visor as he tried, and failed, to string together even the simplest vowels and consonants. “Y-y-y-you said it yourself! There's no point fixing what ain't broken. So it... so it would have to be something that complements, that flows, with your tools of the trade.”

Nell trembled at Jet's very touch. Eyes fluttering, she rolled her head to the side and not so subtly encouraged him to keep at it. Scaled digits pressed against the human's back, his heavily layered plate mail dimpling beneath them, the massive monster kneaded him into her thick fluffy neck. “Like what?”

Sliding his hands through her fur, the tufts of fluff erupting from between his fingers so thick Jet lost sight of his own limbs, the trepidatious teacher continued to think. How would he describe her fighting style?

Jet's mind, and muscles, wandered while he clenched his teeth and recalled his endless losing streak. It took little effort to imagine the Nargacuga lunging towards him with claws at the ready and a mindless bloodlust, always feigned, contorting her visage. In his mind's eye he slid beneath her, moss and mud caking against his back, before hopping up to his feet with Hammer at the ready. Whirling about on his heels he rushed towards her, so as to capitalize on his counter, only to be...

Shoulders sagging, Jet obediently scritched and scratched as he shrugged off an unconscious wince. With great reluctance he peeled back the curtain of his mind's eye once more only to be met with the sight, and deafening sound, of her mace of a tail clanging against the side of his helmet. Guh. How many carts had he earned that way? Even should her initial lunge and slashing swings fail to meet their marks Nell could be counted on to counter his counter in any number of ways. She could anchor her hands into the earth and, with a quick hop, slam her weaponized limb directly down upon the Hunter. Or, alternatively, she could sway and sashay those toned hips of hers and send him ragdolling with a sweep of her tail. Her strikes, swift and free flowing, blended into one another with ease. Which meant the Nargacuga's weapon of choice had to be able to match that breakneck pace...

“Hrmmm.” Sliding down off of Nell's neck, Jet took to stroking at his own chin in thoughtful contemplation.

“Hmm?” Propping herself up against the sand dune, rending the flattened reeds upon it into pulp, Nell curiously regarded the pacing Hunter.

Jet continued to mumble to himself while his train of thought accelerated. “Something fast. Something light. Something that can be both drawn and sheathed at a moment's notice...”

Crimson bands of fur bunched against the undersides of the Nargacuga's eyes when she saw her human clank to a halt. Frozen in place, waves lapping at his greaves while the soft sand swallowed him up to his ankles, Nell’s pointed ears steadily started to droop. “...Jet?” Ambling forward she dropped to a crouch and warily reached a hand out towards him.

Gasping, Jet jostled in place while he clapped his hands against the side of his helmeted head. “I'VE GOT IT!” he triumphantly screamed.

Squawking, the webbed wings that lined the startled Nargacuga's forearms unfurled when she stumbled back into the seashell pocked shoreline. As Nell rubbed at her bruising backside Jet raced up between her kicked out legs.

“Dual Blades!” he excitedly shouted.

FWAP

The human’s armor noisily crumpled when the Nargacuga playfully clapped her thunderous thighs together. As folds of furred flesh enveloped him up to his neck he impotently wiggled and gasped for air.

“Dual what now?” Nell asked with brows half-cocked while Jet feverishly tapped out.

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Hey look at that more art I've never uploaded. So here. Have more Nell from my goofy Monster Hugger series! Imagine this as... I mean why imagine it's exactly what it looks like.

Blurb pulled straight from the third installment to the story series: Monster Hugger Tri

Adorable arts by  Jazzumi!