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Way back when I got a bunch of silly anthro designs for various monsters from the Monster Hunter series because... well I don't really have a good reason. Giant monster women will just have to be reason enough.
Looking back on it I realized oh hey these would actually be perfect as the various Trainers that populate my Monster Hugger series. So here! Think of these couple of pictures/designs as a little bestiary of sorts. Showing off what kind of enormous monsters have taken it upon themselves to train, bully, and dote on oh so tiny Hunters.
Wonderful design by
saintsucrose!
FIRST, PREVIOUS, NEXT
“Howsssaboutsss...” Clawed finger tapping at his ridged and scaly chin, the Tobi-Kadachi let a contemplative growl reverberate within his throat.
Nestling himself in against the trunk of a palm, its bundled up tendril like roots brushing against his back, Jet repeatedly thwacked at its base until a smattering of coconuts tumbled free from its branches. Tunk tonk fwonking into the sand beside him he took to sorting them by ripeness.
“Oh!” Taras hissed as he jolted to attention.
“Uh huh?” Jet snorted as, coconut firmly in hand, he readied to split it open against the head of his great stone Hammer.
“Why not Lorelei?”
A panicked yelp slipped free from Jet's helmet. Heart caught in his throat he could do little more than sputter when he dashed the coconut to pieces and doused himself with a spray of milk, water, and rind.
“Sssomething wrong, Jet?”
“No! No, I-I-I'm fine. I'm good.” the Hunter mumbled while visible plumes of steam wafted out from the slits in his visor. “I'm perfectly normal.”
“...Oooookay?” the Tobi-Kadachi warily played along as he popped a handful of green coconuts into his mouth.
The Legiana was. She was. Jet forced down a nervous swallow while he took to fanning himself. Lorelei had been the one to, quite plainly and simply, make him realize he had a type.
“Jet?” Snoot scrunched, Taras gingerly cupped a hand against the Hunter's back. “Everything alright?”
Shoulders bunched together, Jet wordlessly nodded.
“...You're sssure?” Taras worriedly asked.
Again Jet nodded as the Tobi-Kadachi protectively curled his tail around him. Teeth grit together the Hunter sharply inhaled through them while flustered thoughts flooded to the forefront of his mind. He remembered. He remembered why that lone memory of Orissa remained unrepressed.
In the aftermath of the Odogaron's hugtastrophe, where Trainers of all stripes and sizes dog piled onto her to get her to stop, it was Lorelei who had pulled him free the cuddle puddle. It was the Legiana, her sultry voice cold as ice, that doted on and tended to him. Whose frost caked wings sealed shut his scrapes and newfound scars. Whose soft webbed fingers tenderly clasped around him, effortlessly swallowing him up in their grasp, and left him feeling safe and serene as the shouts and howls and roars of the unfolding cacophony were drowned out.
It was she who made him realize that women of impossible sizes, whose spoken word was felt more than heard, could make him feel things. He still trembled at how, when she safely deposited him before Astera's gates, he was only eye level with her shins. At how he had to strain his neck to meet her gaze. At how, with a smile and wave, she warmly bid him to not let this discourage him. She was, after all, so very much looking forward to seeing him again!
...He could not, would not, tempt himself like that.
“A-a-anyone else come to mind?” Jet weakly coughed.
FIRST, PREVIOUS, NEXT
Looking back on it I realized oh hey these would actually be perfect as the various Trainers that populate my Monster Hugger series. So here! Think of these couple of pictures/designs as a little bestiary of sorts. Showing off what kind of enormous monsters have taken it upon themselves to train, bully, and dote on oh so tiny Hunters.
Wonderful design by
saintsucrose!FIRST, PREVIOUS, NEXT
“Howsssaboutsss...” Clawed finger tapping at his ridged and scaly chin, the Tobi-Kadachi let a contemplative growl reverberate within his throat.
Nestling himself in against the trunk of a palm, its bundled up tendril like roots brushing against his back, Jet repeatedly thwacked at its base until a smattering of coconuts tumbled free from its branches. Tunk tonk fwonking into the sand beside him he took to sorting them by ripeness.
“Oh!” Taras hissed as he jolted to attention.
“Uh huh?” Jet snorted as, coconut firmly in hand, he readied to split it open against the head of his great stone Hammer.
“Why not Lorelei?”
A panicked yelp slipped free from Jet's helmet. Heart caught in his throat he could do little more than sputter when he dashed the coconut to pieces and doused himself with a spray of milk, water, and rind.
“Sssomething wrong, Jet?”
“No! No, I-I-I'm fine. I'm good.” the Hunter mumbled while visible plumes of steam wafted out from the slits in his visor. “I'm perfectly normal.”
“...Oooookay?” the Tobi-Kadachi warily played along as he popped a handful of green coconuts into his mouth.
The Legiana was. She was. Jet forced down a nervous swallow while he took to fanning himself. Lorelei had been the one to, quite plainly and simply, make him realize he had a type.
“Jet?” Snoot scrunched, Taras gingerly cupped a hand against the Hunter's back. “Everything alright?”
Shoulders bunched together, Jet wordlessly nodded.
“...You're sssure?” Taras worriedly asked.
Again Jet nodded as the Tobi-Kadachi protectively curled his tail around him. Teeth grit together the Hunter sharply inhaled through them while flustered thoughts flooded to the forefront of his mind. He remembered. He remembered why that lone memory of Orissa remained unrepressed.
In the aftermath of the Odogaron's hugtastrophe, where Trainers of all stripes and sizes dog piled onto her to get her to stop, it was Lorelei who had pulled him free the cuddle puddle. It was the Legiana, her sultry voice cold as ice, that doted on and tended to him. Whose frost caked wings sealed shut his scrapes and newfound scars. Whose soft webbed fingers tenderly clasped around him, effortlessly swallowing him up in their grasp, and left him feeling safe and serene as the shouts and howls and roars of the unfolding cacophony were drowned out.
It was she who made him realize that women of impossible sizes, whose spoken word was felt more than heard, could make him feel things. He still trembled at how, when she safely deposited him before Astera's gates, he was only eye level with her shins. At how he had to strain his neck to meet her gaze. At how, with a smile and wave, she warmly bid him to not let this discourage him. She was, after all, so very much looking forward to seeing him again!
...He could not, would not, tempt himself like that.
“A-a-anyone else come to mind?” Jet weakly coughed.
FIRST, PREVIOUS, NEXT
Category All / Macro / Micro
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 2232 x 1651px
File Size 3.21 MB
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