Even after having dropped to her knees Brook still towered head and shoulders over the frustrated Felyne standing before her. “Pleaaaaaaaase?” she implored.
“Mreow mao mew meowwww?” asked the burly cat with a sigh.
Shuffling behind him, the Huntress tightened the diminutive Felyne's drawstrings and massaged their shoulders. “It's their first time here!”
“Meow mow mao mrow!”
“...As proper patrons.”
THOOOOOOOOOOM
Tails swishing furiously behind them, Nell and Taras plopped themselves down before the Canteen. Sitting down cross legged, feet pressed together and hands clasped around their ankles, waterfalls of saliva trailed from their bat cat beak and snakey snout respectively.
“Maow meow mrppp mowwwww mao mew mrow mjau?” muttered the Felyne as they dragged their paws along their cheeks.
“Ah ah ahh!” tutted the Huntress. Hand on her hip she gestured back to the kitchens overflowing with the bounty of the sea. Tucked away within the wood fired ovens, bubbling atop ash crusted racks, and boiling away within flavorful vats were fish of every flavor! Breaded fish; Grilled fish; Poached fish. “Just who do you think you have to thank for all this?” Brook inquired.
“Mrow?”
“What do you mean, Maccha?!”
“Mjau mow mew mrrp mreow!”
Brook pulled her lips flat and rolled her eyes. “I don't have to dignify that with an answer.”
The Felyne, the Canteen's very own Meowster Chef, continued to backtalk Brook in earnest.
“I don't care if it was her boat! Taras did all the work!”
“...Meaow?”
“Yes really!”
“It's true,” Jet chimed in as he sauntered back behind the counter and tied a bandanna around the frumpy feline's head. “Nell helped, even!”
“Mmhmm, mhmmm!” nodded the Fanged and Flying Wyvern.
Whiskers drooping, the Felyne defensively crossed their arms about their chest.
“This is their catch! Like it or not they provided not only their own food but nigh on everybody else's!” Brook pleaded. “Surely it isn't too big of an ask to have you purrsonally prepare something special for them? Just this once?”
Head tossed back, the Meowster Chef inhaled deeply of the spice stained air and held their breath. Tossing their noggin side to side they let an interminable, and awkward, silence hang over the Canteen.
SIGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Dragging out their exhale, the Felyne limply slapped their paws against their fuzzy thighs. “...Maoooooow.”
“Thank mew! Oh thank mew, thank mew, thank mewwww!” Brook chuckled as she hopped to her feet and hoisted up the cantankerous cat for an emphatic hug.
“Mrewwww!” Flailing their fuzzy little limbs, the Felyne wiggled free from the Huntress' embrace with a blush and a harrumph. Ears twitching in irritation, they shooed Jet and Brook both out and away from behind the counter.
“We know, we know! Leave it to the purrfessionals,” Jet snarked.
Ladle in hand, the Felyne closed their eyes and steadied their breathing. The open flames roaring behind them popped and crackled. Palm fronds rustled in the breeze. Nell and Taras' pupils dilated into saucers, and puddles of drool collected upon the stone slab of a counter, while the monsters leaned in close.
SCHWING
A blinding glint filled the Felyne's eyes.
FWOOSH
From the shadows a cavalcade of cooks somersaulted forth. Tumbling alongside their fellow Felyne, and rising to a kneel, they jazz handsed in earnest at their Meowster Chef. Said chef's fuzzy lips parted to reveal a snaggle toothed smile. Paw held out before them, their brandished ladle positively shimmering in the midday sunshine, they turned their gaze towards Nell and Taras. Clearing their throat they, and every other Felyne for good measure, proceeded to ask in unison:
“Meow mew maow mrrp morw?”
Bumping shoulders, the Nargacuga and Tobi-Kadachi giddily growled. Never before had the Canteen turned them away but they were well aware it had only been out of a grudging sense of duty. Now though? Now they were finally being treated, being welcomed, as esteemed guests!
“I'll have the Great King Marlin!” Nell boomed as her tail whapped manically behind her.
“And and and I'll have the Ssscallop Chipsss!” Taras spat with glee.
With a clap clap of their paws, and the don don of drums, the gathered Felynes scattered as an appetizing assembly line roared to life! A veritable squad of sharply dressed felines darted past the counter, laying down plates and silver ware, before they-
HROMPH
Mewled and mrowed at the sight of Nell and Taras scooping up the plates as fast as they were laid out. Noisy crunches filled the air while the Nargacuga and Tobi-Kadachi treated themselves to their assumed appetizers. Cheeks puffed out, and jaws swiveling along their hinges, they ravenously inhaled every ceramic saucer laid out before them.
Paw held out before him, the Meowster Chef grumpily grabby handsed at the pair of Hunters.
“Yeah yeah,” Brook and Jet grumbled as they reached into their pockets and availed themselves of every spare Zenny in their possession.
WHUMPF
Jet could but sigh when, upon coming up short, a balled up apron papped against his face.
“Meow mreow mao.”
“I heard you,” the Hunter groaned as he slipped the Canteen's uniform on over his armor. Turning towards the Nargacuga he sheepishly scritched at a helmeted cheek. “Nell. Taras. We've gone over this how many times now?”
“But they're the perfect palette cleanssser!” whined Taras. “Have you ever even tasssted them?”
“...What taste?” asked Brook as her forehead slid over her brows.
“Precisssely!” the Tobi-Kadachi hissed matter of factly.
“And the texture!” Nell chirped as she enthusiastically stuffed her face. “Can't forget that cromch!”
Fluff standing on end, and rocking back and forth, Taras eeheed. “And to think! We get to do thisss every day! Why... we'll blend right in at thisss rate!”
“As if we already don't!” Hands cupped to her beak, the Nargacuga's fur puffed out as she stifled a snicker. Fingers thrumming along her maw she playfully hip bumped Jet. “Why hello there, fellow Hunter! How do you do?”
Shoulders slouched, Jet and Brook shared a weary sigh as booming giggles rumbled out from their very significant others. Side eyeing one another they couldn't help but shrug and smile. Expensive and annoying as it was... they were worth it. They always would be.
“Is that what you are now?” Jet snorted.
“You can't deny I look the part,” the Nargacuga haughtily huffed. Clad in her tattered armor, dual Great Swords slung over her back, the towering Trainer had been all too eager to continue cosplaying as the Hunters she was entrusted to teach. “Besides! As Cultural Ambassador shouldn't I adhere to the customs of the humans that host me?”
“You just want an excuse to dress up,” raspberried her Hunter.
“It's fun!” Nell pouted.
Lips wavering, Taras longingly growled. “It sure looks it...”
“Patience, Taras,” Brook reassured him. “You'll have your time in the limelight soon enough! Right, Jet?”
Ambling back up alongside Nell, fingers sinking into the thick black fur lining her thighs, Jet scritched and scratched at the Nargacuga to her unfettered and unfiltered delight. “I did promise...” he reluctantly acknowledged.
DING A LING LING
Perking to attention, the Wyverns gasped when a parade of Felynes sauntered out from the kitchens and leading the procession was a man-sized plate held overhead like a palanquin. Hissing atop it laid a King Marlin, a shell of spices drizzled over its supple flesh, all wreathed with roasted tomatoes and a bakery's worth of toasted rolls.
Purrs, rib rattling and baritone, radiated out from Nell's generous chest while she slurped her beak. Her eyes methodically traced every drip of melted butter sluicing along the rolls. Every flake of the King Marlin's crispy skin sliding free from its frame. Every puff of aromatic steam wafting up from the ruby red sliced tomatoes.
“Mreow mowwww!” the Felynes purroudly boasted as they served the Nargacuga her mammoth meal.
Beaming from ear to pointed ear Nell's cheeks began to ache. An indecisive mixture of a chirp, a purr, and an enthusiastic growl revved within her throat as she applauded not only the service but the show!
There will never not be more art to share. Unsurprisingly it's yet more Nell from Monster Hugger series!
Monsters have long since tutored and trained Hunters so that those oftentimes hapless and helpless humans will have what it takes to survive in the wider world. Yet... should they will it, and swallow down their pride, there is much and more the Monsters could learn from their Hunters in turn.
Blurb pulled straight from Monster Hugger Ultimate!
Incredible art by Jazzumi!
“Mreow mao mew meowwww?” asked the burly cat with a sigh.
Shuffling behind him, the Huntress tightened the diminutive Felyne's drawstrings and massaged their shoulders. “It's their first time here!”
“Meow mow mao mrow!”
“...As proper patrons.”
THOOOOOOOOOOM
Tails swishing furiously behind them, Nell and Taras plopped themselves down before the Canteen. Sitting down cross legged, feet pressed together and hands clasped around their ankles, waterfalls of saliva trailed from their bat cat beak and snakey snout respectively.
“Maow meow mrppp mowwwww mao mew mrow mjau?” muttered the Felyne as they dragged their paws along their cheeks.
“Ah ah ahh!” tutted the Huntress. Hand on her hip she gestured back to the kitchens overflowing with the bounty of the sea. Tucked away within the wood fired ovens, bubbling atop ash crusted racks, and boiling away within flavorful vats were fish of every flavor! Breaded fish; Grilled fish; Poached fish. “Just who do you think you have to thank for all this?” Brook inquired.
“Mrow?”
“What do you mean, Maccha?!”
“Mjau mow mew mrrp mreow!”
Brook pulled her lips flat and rolled her eyes. “I don't have to dignify that with an answer.”
The Felyne, the Canteen's very own Meowster Chef, continued to backtalk Brook in earnest.
“I don't care if it was her boat! Taras did all the work!”
“...Meaow?”
“Yes really!”
“It's true,” Jet chimed in as he sauntered back behind the counter and tied a bandanna around the frumpy feline's head. “Nell helped, even!”
“Mmhmm, mhmmm!” nodded the Fanged and Flying Wyvern.
Whiskers drooping, the Felyne defensively crossed their arms about their chest.
“This is their catch! Like it or not they provided not only their own food but nigh on everybody else's!” Brook pleaded. “Surely it isn't too big of an ask to have you purrsonally prepare something special for them? Just this once?”
Head tossed back, the Meowster Chef inhaled deeply of the spice stained air and held their breath. Tossing their noggin side to side they let an interminable, and awkward, silence hang over the Canteen.
SIGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Dragging out their exhale, the Felyne limply slapped their paws against their fuzzy thighs. “...Maoooooow.”
“Thank mew! Oh thank mew, thank mew, thank mewwww!” Brook chuckled as she hopped to her feet and hoisted up the cantankerous cat for an emphatic hug.
“Mrewwww!” Flailing their fuzzy little limbs, the Felyne wiggled free from the Huntress' embrace with a blush and a harrumph. Ears twitching in irritation, they shooed Jet and Brook both out and away from behind the counter.
“We know, we know! Leave it to the purrfessionals,” Jet snarked.
Ladle in hand, the Felyne closed their eyes and steadied their breathing. The open flames roaring behind them popped and crackled. Palm fronds rustled in the breeze. Nell and Taras' pupils dilated into saucers, and puddles of drool collected upon the stone slab of a counter, while the monsters leaned in close.
SCHWING
A blinding glint filled the Felyne's eyes.
FWOOSH
From the shadows a cavalcade of cooks somersaulted forth. Tumbling alongside their fellow Felyne, and rising to a kneel, they jazz handsed in earnest at their Meowster Chef. Said chef's fuzzy lips parted to reveal a snaggle toothed smile. Paw held out before them, their brandished ladle positively shimmering in the midday sunshine, they turned their gaze towards Nell and Taras. Clearing their throat they, and every other Felyne for good measure, proceeded to ask in unison:
“Meow mew maow mrrp morw?”
Bumping shoulders, the Nargacuga and Tobi-Kadachi giddily growled. Never before had the Canteen turned them away but they were well aware it had only been out of a grudging sense of duty. Now though? Now they were finally being treated, being welcomed, as esteemed guests!
“I'll have the Great King Marlin!” Nell boomed as her tail whapped manically behind her.
“And and and I'll have the Ssscallop Chipsss!” Taras spat with glee.
With a clap clap of their paws, and the don don of drums, the gathered Felynes scattered as an appetizing assembly line roared to life! A veritable squad of sharply dressed felines darted past the counter, laying down plates and silver ware, before they-
HROMPH
Mewled and mrowed at the sight of Nell and Taras scooping up the plates as fast as they were laid out. Noisy crunches filled the air while the Nargacuga and Tobi-Kadachi treated themselves to their assumed appetizers. Cheeks puffed out, and jaws swiveling along their hinges, they ravenously inhaled every ceramic saucer laid out before them.
Paw held out before him, the Meowster Chef grumpily grabby handsed at the pair of Hunters.
“Yeah yeah,” Brook and Jet grumbled as they reached into their pockets and availed themselves of every spare Zenny in their possession.
WHUMPF
Jet could but sigh when, upon coming up short, a balled up apron papped against his face.
“Meow mreow mao.”
“I heard you,” the Hunter groaned as he slipped the Canteen's uniform on over his armor. Turning towards the Nargacuga he sheepishly scritched at a helmeted cheek. “Nell. Taras. We've gone over this how many times now?”
“But they're the perfect palette cleanssser!” whined Taras. “Have you ever even tasssted them?”
“...What taste?” asked Brook as her forehead slid over her brows.
“Precisssely!” the Tobi-Kadachi hissed matter of factly.
“And the texture!” Nell chirped as she enthusiastically stuffed her face. “Can't forget that cromch!”
Fluff standing on end, and rocking back and forth, Taras eeheed. “And to think! We get to do thisss every day! Why... we'll blend right in at thisss rate!”
“As if we already don't!” Hands cupped to her beak, the Nargacuga's fur puffed out as she stifled a snicker. Fingers thrumming along her maw she playfully hip bumped Jet. “Why hello there, fellow Hunter! How do you do?”
Shoulders slouched, Jet and Brook shared a weary sigh as booming giggles rumbled out from their very significant others. Side eyeing one another they couldn't help but shrug and smile. Expensive and annoying as it was... they were worth it. They always would be.
“Is that what you are now?” Jet snorted.
“You can't deny I look the part,” the Nargacuga haughtily huffed. Clad in her tattered armor, dual Great Swords slung over her back, the towering Trainer had been all too eager to continue cosplaying as the Hunters she was entrusted to teach. “Besides! As Cultural Ambassador shouldn't I adhere to the customs of the humans that host me?”
“You just want an excuse to dress up,” raspberried her Hunter.
“It's fun!” Nell pouted.
Lips wavering, Taras longingly growled. “It sure looks it...”
“Patience, Taras,” Brook reassured him. “You'll have your time in the limelight soon enough! Right, Jet?”
Ambling back up alongside Nell, fingers sinking into the thick black fur lining her thighs, Jet scritched and scratched at the Nargacuga to her unfettered and unfiltered delight. “I did promise...” he reluctantly acknowledged.
DING A LING LING
Perking to attention, the Wyverns gasped when a parade of Felynes sauntered out from the kitchens and leading the procession was a man-sized plate held overhead like a palanquin. Hissing atop it laid a King Marlin, a shell of spices drizzled over its supple flesh, all wreathed with roasted tomatoes and a bakery's worth of toasted rolls.
Purrs, rib rattling and baritone, radiated out from Nell's generous chest while she slurped her beak. Her eyes methodically traced every drip of melted butter sluicing along the rolls. Every flake of the King Marlin's crispy skin sliding free from its frame. Every puff of aromatic steam wafting up from the ruby red sliced tomatoes.
“Mreow mowwww!” the Felynes purroudly boasted as they served the Nargacuga her mammoth meal.
Beaming from ear to pointed ear Nell's cheeks began to ache. An indecisive mixture of a chirp, a purr, and an enthusiastic growl revved within her throat as she applauded not only the service but the show!
There will never not be more art to share. Unsurprisingly it's yet more Nell from Monster Hugger series!
Monsters have long since tutored and trained Hunters so that those oftentimes hapless and helpless humans will have what it takes to survive in the wider world. Yet... should they will it, and swallow down their pride, there is much and more the Monsters could learn from their Hunters in turn.
Blurb pulled straight from Monster Hugger Ultimate!
Incredible art by Jazzumi!
Category All / Macro / Micro
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Female
Size 1920 x 1920px
Listed in Folders
Clearly they're right as I was about to say the very same thing 😤
I'm sorry but you have an incredible cute yet large vibe about most of your stuff and it just threads a needle. Plus so many lovely characters to fill those roles. 💜
I'm not sure what niche, much less vibe, it is in the Macro/Micro fandom that I'm filling but I'm flattered you enjoy it! I'm just a doop roop doing whatever whenever. X3
Big and little peeps cooperating, being cool and excellent to each other instead of fighting and sometimes even holding hands, of course
I know I'm here for it 😌
I know I'm here for it 😌
Even in a cartoony style, Monster Hunter cooking makes me hungry. Loved everyone's banter and the sound effects!
There is something special about the meals they whip up no matter the medium. Glad you enjoyed!
Everything about this is adorable!
Love the little interactions you write shoop ;3c
Love the little interactions you write shoop ;3c
You're too kind, best birb! Flattered as always that you enjoy my silly scribbles!
I must admit I utterly adore this big story you've been doing for quite the time now! Its so amazing and creative, not to mention the shenanigans and relation betweem these two Nell and Jet
Thank you so very much for the kind words! I'm flattered as all get out that you've been enjoying Monster Hugger thus far and hopefully you continue to do with what's to come!
It always makes me very happy to hear folks like not only Nell and Jet but the shenanigans they get up to together as well.
It always makes me very happy to hear folks like not only Nell and Jet but the shenanigans they get up to together as well.
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