Lo and behold. More wumbo women.

Continuing to share the designs for the various Trainers that populate my Monster Hugger series. So... here you go!

Canonically speaking I would say this silly scene takes place... right after the events of Monster Hugger Explore

Wonderful design by  saintsucrose!


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“Long time no see, Brook!”

Hand held up before her, the behemoth of a Brute Wyvern tossed her imagined audience a well-meaning wave. The blue and orange scaled reptile's monstrous fingers chafed against one another as she tried, and failed, to twiddle them.

“Oh who am I kidding,” the towering Tigrex dismissively tched. Her menacing smile, overflowing with razor sharp teeth, drooped down into a frown when she slouched forward. Her hulking arms and legs, rippling with muscle, casually tore at the scraps of cloth wrapped around her chest and crotch every time she so much as moved. “How the hells does Taras make this look so easy?”

SIGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Cupping her hands against the back of her head, her wild and sun bleached blonde hair catching against her coarse palms, the Tigrex ambled back and forth along a craggy and clay choked slope. Massive and gnarled roots, which had long since sucked the land dry, flanked her as the summer sun beat down upon the scales stretched taut across her broad frame.

“Brook! What a coincidence!” the Brute Wyvern spoke aloud as she practiced another introduction. “Meetin' you here! Out in the... open.” Her spiked club of a tail impotently fwacked at the parched earth beneath her. “Oh for fug's-”

Head tossed back, and jaw propped open, Tawna groaned at length. Why was this so hard?! She was a Master Rank Trainer for Sapphire's sakes! No one, nothing, was beyond her reach! So why?! Why was she so hesitant to so much as touch base with the Huntress? Tawna had personally given Brook her blessing and her Master Rank! They parted ways professionally, amicably, even!

Winged arms hanging limply at her sides, and cheeks puffed out, Tawna flared her nostrils while her finned ears irritably twitched. She knew why. She knew damn well why.

Ever since the Feral Tigrex incident the Trainer's confidence had taken a nosedive. Would any aspiring Master Rank Hunters wish to train with her anymore given the resemblance to that unthinking abomination? Much less associate with her? Would... would her former friends and students even want to? Would Brook?

Honestly, sincerely, she had wanted to do nothing more than check in on her Huntress following the attack. It's just. She just. Tawna was a walking talking reminder of everything that almost went wrong for the human. She couldn't bear to put the poor woman through that all over again.

“Gah. Then there's the tactlessness of it all,” Tawna groused with a gnash of her teeth. Ever since Lady Nyx's summons nigh on every Trainer was chomping at the bit to weasel their way into Astera's as a Cultural Ambassador. Herself... herself included.

The Tigrex's heart had initially leapt upon learning her Hunter, her Brook, was a load bearing linchpin of the entire operation! Her ticket in was all but assured! Or. Well. She had assumed as such until she bothered to think it through. “Say Brook,” Tawna rumbled aloud. “I know it's been iunno how many moons since last we spoke, and some Feral freak wearing my face all but tried to kill you, but uh... mind hookin' your old Master Rank Trainer up?” Brows pulled flat, and lips straining, the Brute Wyvern sighed as she tossed out a pair of thumbs up. At least that approach was an honest one.

“Forget it,” she spat with a swat of her hands. “I got along fine enough without the Canteen and them cute kitty cats before,” Tawna ruefully reminded herself. “I managed then an' I'll manage now.”

Shuffling down the slope, the sheets of rock comprising it crunching apart into gravel beneath her enormous feet, the Tigrex crossed her arms about her chest. Breasts cupped atop her forearms, her mountainous mammaries all but spilling out of the tattered mesh of a tent she had repurposed into a bra, Tawna clenched her jaw. What she wouldn't give for a proper fit. What she wouldn't give to be dolled and dressed up how them humans were...

“No use complainin' about it,” she said with a shake of her head before disappearing into the depths of the Ancient Forest.

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THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

Towering trees rattled in place to the tune of Tawna's every footfall. Arms swinging side to side, branches shattering apart against her shoulders, the Tigrex tiredly blinked every time shoots and saplings, roots and all, erupted into the air alongside her ankles.

THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

Stray leaves rained down upon the Tigrex while she focused on the ambiance of the Ancient Forest. Of the Wedge Beetles buzzing from the treetops. Of Shepherd Hares shuffling amongst the roots. Of the-

THWACK

Of the bees angrily swarming.

Head tilted back, Tawna hummed when she spied a beehive perilously swinging to and fro from a low hanging branch.

FWACK

A rock hard Redpit, sailing through the air, snapped apart against the gnarled tree limb holding it aloft. Just barely did it miss its mark.

Head tilted to the side, Tawna ambled to a halt. Her finned ears fanned out as she listened intently. The telltale creak of a drawstring being drawn back, then snapping with tension, carried through the forest.

FWACK

Again did another Redpit just barely miss its mark as it grazed the honey filled beehive surrounded by a cloud of angry insects.

Scales glistening with moisture, the suffocating humidity condensing upon her thick frame, Tawna curiously advanced. A Hunter with a sweet tooth, eh? Wouldn't kill her to lend a helping hand.

WHISHHHHHHHHHH

Blood red eyes locked dead ahead, the Tigrex snorted to herself at the next whiff. “Need a hand there, Hunter?” she teased. Pinching the stem of the hive between her clawed fingertips, the bees incessant stings unable to so much as pierce the dense layer of scale and muscle lining her digits, she turned to the helpless human with a toothy smile.

“Tawna?”

The Tigrex's eyes went wide when an all too familiar voice graced her ears. “Brook?”

Arm steadied and held out before her, and Slinger readied, the Huntress lowered the bead on her former Trainer.

Jaw gone slack, Tawna's tongue repeatedly flicked against the back of her teeth. “I. Umm. Hey,” she mumbled before dropping to a kneel. The Tigrex shamefully began to look away-

Before Brook beat her to the punch. “I can't believe you saw that,” groaned the heavily armored Huntress.

“...Saw what?” teased the Tigrex. Nudging the hive alongside Brook, and compacting the bees helplessly embedded into her fingers into a crunchy paste, rumbling laughter echoed in the Wyvern's throat.

“Come on, Tawna. Don't hold it over my head,” Brook sighed.

“Saw what?” the Brute Wyvern repeated back to her with a playful lilt. She couldn't believe it. After overthinking it all afternoon the banter between them flowed as freely as it ever had.

Cupping a hand to her helmeted head, the Huntress reluctantly tucked the hive under her arm.

“Off on one of your supply runs?” Tawna dared to ask.

“Something like that,” Brook mumbled back. “It's getting harder and harder to keep these under wraps. Everyone is all but showing up to Astera's front gates unannounced, and volunteering themselves as the Ancient Forest's latest and greatest ambassador, now that the Felyne is out of the bag.”

Tawna's tone, and eyes, fell flat. “Oh. Want me to uhh... want me to give you some space then?”

“No!” the Huntress emphatically apologized. “I didn't mean. That wasn't directed at-” Head tilted back, Brook was barely eye level with Tawna's navel even when she was kneeling. “...I could use the company.”

The Tigrex sheepishly scritched at her forearm. “You're sure? I don't wanna impose or nothin'-”

“Psh,” Brook shot back. “It'll be good to catch up.”

Tawna bunched her shoulders and wig wagged her tail when the Huntress playfully punched at her thigh.

“...And I could clearly use the help,” coughed the Huntress.

“I see how it is,” Tawna taunted as she rose to her feet.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Brook trailed off. “Seriously though. How've you been? Nobody's been giving you grief over the Feral... you... you know. Have they?”

“Nahhhhh,” Tawna bashfully replied. Eyes swiveling along the bottom of their sockets the Brute Wyvern regarded Brook with a blush. “Everyone's been really understandin' about it.”

“I'm glad,” the Huntress heaved in relief. With a wave of her hand she motioned for Tawna to tag along.

Lumbering forward with measured steps, mindful not to bounce Brook up into the air, the Tigrex effortless kept pace with her knee-high companion. After an enjoyable bit of back and forth the Tigrex worked up the courage to break the ice. “...So you and Taras, huh?” she hummed.

“What about me and Taras?” Brook shyly grumbled.

“It's cute! You're cute!” Tawna snickered as she nudged at Brook with the side of her clawed foot. “Though I have to ask...”

“Mmhmm?” the Huntress defensively crouched.

“...Is sleepin' with you the easy way into an ambassadorship?” whistled the Brute Wyvern.

“HWUH?!”

“An' if it is,” the enormous reptile said with a sashay of her house rending hips.

“TAWNA!” Brook blurted out as her face burned beet red beneath her helmet.

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