《Monster Breeder》 1. S*x Ed. (R-18) 1. S*x Ed. (R-18) Spoiler Monster Sex (Last Warning), Netori, Impregnation, Teacher/Student, Anilingus, Exhibitionism [copse] ¡°Wee to ¡®Monsters and You!¡¯ an educational film.¡± ¡°Do we have to watch this?¡± ¡°Yeah, we know all this! What¡¯s the point?¡± ¡°Shh! This is required viewing if you want your license!¡± The ss momentarily quiets. Someone whispers to their neighbor, ¡°The Association shows this so we can¡¯t sue them for negligence.¡± ¡°Oh.¡± ¡°Prehistoric human society!¡± The old projector whirs to life, and a slide appears depicting a man in a suit and a woman in a dress with skyscrapers in the background. ¡°They looked like us but are as gically distant to modern humans as the supposed mythical ¡®neanderthal.¡¯ ¡°The copse of civilization!¡± A slide appears showing a wed Sky God chasing people while broken skyscrapers burn in the background. ¡°When the monsters attacked, global society crumbled. Did humanity survive on other continents? No one knows!¡± A slide briefly appears, exhibiting a map of the world with the historical countries and continents oveyed with thest-known territories of the God Beasts. ¡°The dark ages!¡± A slide appears with a man in a tattered suit wielding a spear against an Ursa while defending a woman in a torn dress carrying a baby. ¡°After the apocalypse, our ancestors somehow managed to scrape by with their knowledge of old-world technology.¡± ¡°Did people really used to fight Ursa with spears? That¡¯s crazy!¡± ¡°Shhh!¡± ¡°Eureka! If you can¡¯t beat them, join them!¡± A slide appears to reveal a man and a woman joining hands with a Minotaur in the middle. ¡°Things got easier when our ancestors realized monsters are intelligent and friendly once you get to know them! ¡°Defending against Ferals and Incursions is easier when we all work together!¡± A slide appears illustrating several monster species defending humans from a pack of Dire Wolves. ¡°But what do our monster friends get from the arrangement? ¡°Love blooms behind the barricades!¡± A slide appears to unveil a man in a suit kissing a Goblin girl in a wedding dress and a blushing bride in the arms of a burly Orc. ¡°Lucky for us, all monster species find humans attractive! ¡°Life finds a way!¡± A slide appears disying a human child hatching from an egg. ¡°Humans and monsters are 100%patible!¡± ¡°Humanity evolves! Our bodies are very different from our ancestors.¡± A slide appears with a picture of a nude marble statue with the head broken. The statue has a very smallid penis. ¡°Perhaps from generations ofpeting with monsters for mates, the average male penis size has increased by 50%¡± A slide appears to further exin with diagrams of a woman taking a Minotaur cockrge enough to show a massive bulge in her stomach and another womanying an egg the size of a toddler. ¡°Women¡¯s vaginas, mouths, and sphincters have adapted to better amodate their monster partners.¡± ¡°¡®Form of the Father!¡¯¡± A slide appears presenting a flowchart with a man and a Henlin together with an arrow pointing to a baby on one side, then a woman and a Warg together with an arrow pointing to a Doggin puppy. ¡°This simple rule dictates modern society!¡± ¡°How do I do my part?¡± A series of slidese and go. ¡°Boys!¡± We see a man rocking a cradle with each of his hands and a foot. ¡°Since all monsters prefer humans to other species, you are the glue of society. Ensure humanity doesn¡¯t go extinct!¡± Another image, condoms and pills crossed out with huge bold words, ¡®GET HER PREGNANT!¡¯ ¡°Your job is to make babies and raise them! The infants our ancestors produced were born premature so their heads could fit through women¡¯s tiny birth canals. Not so today!¡± More diagrams with side-by-sides. ¡°Eggs are easier to pass with fewerplications, and stretchier vaginas allow forrger offspring. As a result, human children are able to walk within days and eat solid food after hatching!¡± ¡°Girls!¡± The first image is a woman with a question mark above her head standing next to monsters with erect phalluses: a Warg¡¯s knotted penis, an Orc¡¯s porcine spiral cock, a Minotaur¡¯s massive shaft, and several other exotic dicks. ¡°Learn how to please your lovers. ¡°Modern society can¡¯t exist without monsters! Orcs build our infrastructure, Ewes offer us wool for clothes, Henlins give us infertile eggs to eat, Taurines provide healing milk, and Wargs guard our borders.¡± Each subject brings a new slide depicting the sessive scenes. ¡°These important members of ourmunity need your wombs to reproduce!¡± ¡°Well, they don¡¯t need us,¡± one girl says. ¡°They just like human pussy.¡± ¡°Fuck yeah, sister!¡± ¡°Shhh!¡± ¡°And what of the explorer?¡± A woman with binocrs trekking up a scenic hill appears in the next slide. ¡°Your job is to find new monsters to integrate into society. Venture into the Wilds and Tame humanity¡¯s newest defenders!¡± ¡°Tch,¡± a guy says. ¡°Who¡¯s stupid enough to risk their life like that when we have everything we need here?¡± I shrink in my seat as others mumble in agreement. ¡°In conclusion: An eggless womb is humanity¡¯s doom! Use your bodies to keep the monsters ¡®cumming¡¯ back for more! Breed the next generation! ¡°~Fin~¡± One lone figure, our teacher, ps while the ss sits there in silence. ¡°Well, that ends the boring portion of your certification.¡± Everyone chuckles awkwardly. The arc of electricity from her finger to the projector cuts off, and the screen dims. ¡°Let¡¯s get to the fun bit. Everyone, I and several members of the faculty would like to personally congratte you all on turning eighteen.¡± Mrs. Fleece opens the door, and a parade of monsters enters the room. Our teacher is an Electric Ewe, a Lamby evolution. She has thick, fluffy wool covering her crotch, ass, and bouncy tits, dark skin, cloven hooves, long furry ears, and the eyes and nose of a sheep. Static electric snap-crackles when she moves. ¡°Consider this your hands-on training. You¡¯ll receive your licenses tomorrow but can start performing your roles immediately. When I call your name,e to the front. Jonathan Saffron, you graduated top of the ss; take first pick.¡± The young man¡¯s chair screeches as he stands. He hurriedly shrugs off his clothes while scrambling to reach the front of the ssroom. The other boys look on with jealous res. ¡°Um, Mrs. Fleece, I-I choose you!¡± ¡°Oh, my! You want this old ewe?¡± He nods. ¡°Dude,e on, don¡¯t fuck my mom in front of the ss!¡± Everyoneughs. ¡°Scotty, dear,¡± Mrs. Fleece scolds, ¡°Don¡¯t be spoiled. Your father has been exhausted the past few days, and mommy needs a little something.¡± Jonny pumps his cock to hardness, and a copious dribble of precum coats his shafts to slickness. He stands behind Mrs. Fleece, grabs her by the shoulders, and bends her over the desk. The young man thrusts inside the sheepish milf, entering her in a single stroke. ¡°Yes~! It¡¯s been agony waiting for this¡­¡± We hear the pping of Jonny¡¯s crotch and her pussy smacking together repeatedly. ¡°Mrs. Fleece!¡± he shouts as he cums all too soon. Several guys and a few girls boo his performance. ¡°Now, now, ss, let Jonathan get his second wind,¡± the teacher says. Jonny runs his hands over her soft breasts and nuzzles his face into the snow-white fur of her cor. ¡°There it is! I love young men! There¡¯s nothing like a virgin¡¯s virility!¡± Jonny plows the educator with renewed enthusiasm while she scans her papers with half-lidded eyes. ¡°M-Milly Smith,¡± Mrs. Fleece says, her words shaky while being pounded from behind. The girl approaches the front. ¡°Mr. Grug¡­ I choose you, uh, if you want.¡± Our PE coach grunts approval and grabs Milly about the waist. Grug is an Orc, an evolved Goblin with bulging arms, fat rolls, green skin, tusks, snout, and pig ears; seven feet tall. He rips and tears her clothes to reveal her pert breasts and glistening vulva. ¡°Grug like pretty gurl.¡± He licks his lips and turns Milly upside down. His thick tongueps at herhers while his bulging corkscrew penis springs free from his pants. Milly shows her eagerness by grabbing Grug¡¯s cock even while suspended in the air and taking the tip into her mouth. Then she grunts in shock as Grug¡¯s massive tongue forces her rosebud open. Inches of wide, slimy Orc tongue strain the virgin¡¯s tight backdoor. She squirms and writhes in his grip, sliding down to impale her mouth further on his spiral rod. ¡°Grr, it gets harder to wait every year,¡± Scag says from his ce next to Grug. He¡¯s one of the security guard Warg¡¯s two wolf heads. ¡°I-I¡¯ming again, Mrs. Fleece!¡± Jonny says as his hips drive forward ever faster. The teacher decadently sprawls on her desk as the young man blows his second load. ¡°Goodness, you¡¯re going to get me pregnant if you keep cumming inside like that.¡± ¡°Dude, seriously, don¡¯t get my mom pregnant in front of the whole ss!¡± ¡°Scotty, let Jonathan enjoy himself, or I¡¯ll tell everyone where you were conceived!¡± That shuts him up, and the ssughs even harder. ¡°Now, where were we? Julia Cerulean.¡± The next girl stands andes forward. ¡°Scag and Ag, I always thought your uniform was hot. I choose you!¡± ¡°Hmph.¡± The Warg heads snort with satisfaction at finally being chosen. They¡¯re a seven-and-a-half-foot tall humanoid with wed hands, digitigrade feet, and two tails. ¡°Pick a friend; we¡¯re a two-for-one deal.¡± ¡°Jenny,e on!¡± ¡°Fuck yeah, sister!¡± The two girls approach Scag and Ag while the Warg unzips their pants to remove two rapidly swelling red rockets. Julia and Jenny kneel and take the cocks in their hands with tentative strokes. Two wed fists grab the girls¡¯ heads. Their eyes widen as their mouths are brought to the tips and shoved onto the shafts. The girls¡¯ throats bulge as Scag and Ag¡¯s twin members slip between plump lips and spill precum down their chins in globs. Warg hands gripping hair withdraw and plunge the teenage faces onto huge red flesh rods over and over. ¡°Flip me over, Jonathan.¡± The teenage boyplies, and soon Mrs. Fleece is sprawled on her spine atop the desk, scattering papers as he pumps her for a third climax. ¡°Bruce Mason.¡± Another young man grins as he gets up, strips, and points at our Henlin lunchdy. ¡°Ms. Kuku, I choose you!¡± Kuku is a busty harpy with soft, wide hips, a big ass, chicken feet, and tawny feathers. She smiles as she drops her bottoms, lifts her tailfeathers, and spreads her legs. Bruce gets behind her, sinks his arms into her fleshy middle, and pushes his cock inside. ¡°Ned Kirby.¡± As this guy gets ready, our Goblin janitor begins to strip. Winny is a three-foot-tall green-skinned woman and a bit scrawny, but I think she¡¯s cute. Instead of going for her, Ned walks past the disappointed Goblin and stops in front of Kuku. He pushes Bruce onto his ass with Kuku sitting on top of the higher-ranked boy, then puts his cock between the Henlin¡¯s big breasts. Grabbing Kuku¡¯s knockers, he makes his own titty tunnel to fuck while she lowers her lips to kiss his tip. ¡°Penelope Carson.¡± This girl heads straight for the principal, an eight-foot-tall Minotaur with a white button shirt and tie. ¡°I choose you, Principal Mustang.¡± ¡°An excellent choice, Ms. Carson.¡± The Minotaur is all muscle, gently but firmly tugging Penelope¡¯s clothes off before unleashing his massive dick. His monster member is the size of a working man¡¯s forearm. Her eyes bulge. Heys her face down on a breeding mount and grabs her legs by the thighs. ¡°P-Principal Mustang, it¡¯s too big!¡± ¡°Our responsibility as educators is to ensure our students are prepared for their roles in the adult world. As such, I don¡¯t feel the need to coddle my charges.¡± With that, he aligns his throbbing penis with her entrance and pulls the girl by the legs onto his huge erection. She screams in ecstasy as her body stretches to fit him. ¡°Lance Henry.¡± This young man disrobes and stands at the head of the ss, looking hard between Kuku, already sloppy with semen front and back, Mrs. Fleece enjoying a fourth round with her new boy-toy, and Winny the horny Goblin girl. He shrugs and picks up the Goblin. ¡°Yesss!¡± Winny celebrates as Lance rams her rear with his rod. Grug removes his tongue from Milly¡¯s butt with a pop and flips her around. Then he skewers her on his corkscrew cock and ¡®kisses¡¯ her with his tusked maw covering her entire lower face. ¡°Scott, get ready to call me Stepdad because I¡¯m about to get your mom pregnant!¡± ¡°Take good care of your new little half-brother or half-sister, Scotty!¡± Jonny has Mrs. Fleece¡¯s legs up and thrusts into her cum drenched pussy with abandon until he gasps as his cock spurts inside her again. Scag and Ag press Jenny and Julia¡¯s heads to the hilt of their dicks. They thrust forward at the same time, squeezing their knots into the girls¡¯ mouths. An instantter, both girls w at the Warg¡¯s furry crotch as the knots expand and cum shoots from the girls¡¯ noses. Each of the Warg¡¯s ws grabs a girl about the middle and lifts her into the air upside down, tied by the face to the monster¡¯s crotch. The ss can see the grapefruit-sized knot in the girls¡¯ throats and the bulges of shafts still pulsing with post-orgasmic aftershocks. Then Scag and Ag take the girl¡¯s bottoms in their jaws and beginpping at the girls¡¯ droolinghers. Bruce and Ned double-team the Henlin woman, pounding her from the front and behind with sessive rounds of cock fucking. ¡°Don¡¯t think I¡¯ve forgotten about all those tardy slips, Ms. Carson. You¡¯re going to make me cum for each and every one of them.¡± Penelope looks out at the ssroom with delirious satisfaction as Principal Mustang lifts her into the air with his rod in a standing reverse-cowgirl position. She follows our gazes to her stomach, which has an enormous bulge from the Minotaur¡¯s member. Penelope feels the outline of the cock through her skin while marveling. Then Mustang takes her in his hands and pumps her like a fleshlight. She soon goes limp with an ahegao expression. Like a miniature version of the same scene on the other side of the room, Lance wraps his arms around Winny¡¯s thin frame and fucks her while watching the principal for inspiration. Scag and Ag¡¯s knots finally dete enough to slip free of Jenny and Julia¡¯s mouths. The two girls vomit buckets of cum onto the floor, gasping and coughing for ragged breaths. Then the Warg flips them upright and nts their pussies on each of the two now-erect phalluses. The two girls bounce on each cock side by side with half-lucid, dreamy eyes. Jenny and Julia turn to each other, embrace, and press their cum-soaked mouths together while they¡¯re pounded in unison. ¡°Alexandrea Vermillion, who do you choose?¡± Eh? It¡¯s my turn? I eye both guys and girls with envy. I¡¯ve known I¡¯m bisexual for a while, but I still feel a lot of confusion. Part of me wants to be the guy fucking Mrs. Fleece, Ms. Kuku, and Ms. Winny. On the other hand, I totally want to grab a girl and get in line for Scag and Ag. Kissing a girl while being knotted by a monster sounds super fun! Or, maybe I¡¯ll ask Principal Mustang to take me for a walk around town as his personal hood ornament? That thought gives me shivers. No, I¡¯ve known for a long time the path that fits me best. I stand straight and proudly proim my personal mission. ¡°I¡¯m going to be a Tamer!¡± The whole ssughs at me. I blush scarlet but don¡¯t retreat. I¡¯ll need nerves of steel in the field. When the chuckling and sniggers begin to peter out, Grug the Orc shakes his head and says, ¡°Dat gurl, she gon¡¯ die.¡± 2. Day 1: Departing 2. Day 1: Departing ¡°My little gurl, all growed up!¡± My mom crushes me in a massive hug. She¡¯s an orc woman, seven feet of pure muscle towering over me with green skin, tusks, huge tits, and an even bigger heart. She releases me and frowns. ¡°You don¡¯ have do this, Alex.¡± ¡°I know,¡± I say. ¡°This is what I want.¡± ¡°Our oldest, a Tamer!¡± my father says with one of my siblings in each arm. He¡¯s five foot four, a bit soft around the edges, but a sweet man and straight as an arrow. ¡°If you have exotic tastes, you could stay here as a Breeder. A new monster in your bed every night.¡± He looked at his wife with affection and lust. ¡°Dad, we¡¯ve only got Wargs, Minotaurs, Rams, Cocks, and Orcs to choose from. No offense, Mom.¡± ¡°None tak¡¯n, dearie.¡± ¡°We know there are so many monsters out there! So many ways they can help humanity! I want to make a difference.¡± That, and fuck some monster girls. I¡¯ll find plenty of those in the Wilds. I¡¯m into human girls, too, but it¡¯s frowned upon as a ¡®wasteful¡¯ use of sexual stamina in modern society. At least being a Tamer is celebrated for bringing in new blood; if looked at askance for the dangers it puts one in. I¡¯m lucky I¡¯m allowed to choose. We¡¯re taught in school about several periods in recent history where men and women were Drafted as Breeders with no say in their body¡¯s reproduction to ensure the propagation of the species. The fact the mayor allows young adults to be Tamers is proof alone of the town¡¯s prosperity. ¡°Don¡¯t worry too much,¡± I tell my parents as I don my backpack. ¡°Most likely, I¡¯ll get impregnated by some random monster and be back within a week.¡± That wouldn¡¯t be so bad if something interesting found me. ¡°Even if I¡¯m captured, I won¡¯t be driven mad with lust like some ancient human. I¡¯m sure I¡¯ll escape eventually.¡± If anything, a few weeks of constant mind-melting sex would be like a vacation. It¡¯s fine as long as I don¡¯t lose myself. ¡°We know the risks,¡± Dad says. ¡°We know the Association teaches students what to do in case of capture. But we¡¯ll worry every day you¡¯re away, regardless.¡± Mom and Dad hug me again and kiss my head. Even my younger siblings stop squabbling to embrace me. ¡°And we¡¯ll always be proud of you.¡± I break away, and run for the door, shouting, ¡°Love you! See youter!¡± before they see the tears in my eyes. Outside, I take a deep breath and wipe my face. I start forward with a heavy sigh and a smile. Reaching into a pocket, I withdraw my Tamer license. It¡¯s kind of a relic of the past. It used to mean a lot more before Eastin fell, and the Association spanned more than a single town. In those days, it could identify my status going between human settlements. They even had Tamer grades from ¡®F¡¯ to ¡®S¡¯ withmensurate sries and hotel suites. Sure wish I¡¯d been born in that era. Well, considering this town is probably thest human-run vige, being a Tamer in those times didn¡¯t end well. I look around the modest town onest time before I leave. Wargs and Doggins patrol the streets and guard the walls. Okay, it¡¯s more of a fence with a tform for archers. Doggins are single-headed with mostly human features. They can grow to adulthood before evolving, so it¡¯s not umon to see them in officer uniform or walking alongside their husband or wife. Minotaurs and Rams are both evolutions of amon root, Bovines. I don¡¯t know what catalyst separates Taurines from Lambies, but they seem to get along. They typically do the manualbor on the farms growing crops. Together, these subspecies are the backbone of society for the essential goods they produce. Henlin eggs are extremely nutritious; one of the viges¡¯ staple foods. There are several hen houses throughout the town where they go toy, sitting and chatting together while they brood. Eggsid at home are off-limits, of course, as they could hatch into children. Henlins have to rigorously document their cycles and sexual encounters to ensure no mistakes are made. Ewes, Taurines, and Henlins are well respected. Human males throw themselves at these monsters to be selected as the matron¡¯s sugar babies. Goblins and Orcs are on the low end of social status in peace times. They¡¯re essential during Incursions, however. Then they be the most bred species due to their high evolutionary potential. As the most sexually desired species, humans have a mixed reputation within their own town. Each species gets a tailored education to learn what¡¯s expected of them. For humans, it¡¯s either Breed or Tame, and Taming fell out of favor long ago. We used to run the world as great builders and shapers. Now we¡¯re reduced to our sexual abilities. The buildings I pass were once storefronts and ¡®malls¡¯ where humans exchanged goods and services. The rubble paths were once unbroken roads where self-propelled carts called ¡®cars¡¯ drove between towns. They had incredible ancient technology like the Association¡¯s ¡®projector,¡¯ ¡®record yers¡¯ that produced music, and even flying machines. I¡¯ve often dreamed of flying. Unfortunately, it¡¯s not something a human will ever do again except in the ws of a predator. ¡°Alex! Wait up!¡± I stop and turn upon hearing a familiar voice. Julia and Jenny run towards me and stop a few feet away. They both have brown hair and green eyes with cute oval faces. Honestly, I¡¯m a little surprised anyone came to see me off. Nobody feels like celebrating when another Tamer offers themselves to the Wilds, never to be seen again. Julia marches forward and ps a ss vial into my hand. She scowls, looking into the middle distance as she speaks. ¡°It¡¯s messed up. Everyone in ss should be giving you one of these. It¡¯s like they want you to fail.¡± Jennifer (Jenny) Chartreuse hands me another ss vial, then steps back to kick a pebble with her shoe. ¡°Stay safe, Alex.¡± I know exactly what these are. We learned about Lures in ss. When a monster you don¡¯t want to trail you catches your scent, you throw this in their path. The brittle ss breaks on impact to release the pussy juices inside. Male monsters can¡¯t resist the smell of a woman¡¯s arousal. They¡¯ll spend minutes sniffing around to catch another whiff of the source while I escape. I obviously can¡¯t use my own juices, as it¡¯d lead the monsters to me while heightening their libido. Semen lures are equally effective on monster girls, but I guess none of the guys cared enough to get me some fresh samples. Julia and Jenny must have thought of thisst night and masturbated for my sake. I can¡¯t help myself. ¡°You guys!¡± Tears flow freely as I throw my arms around Julia and Jenny. My impulses get the better of me, and I press my lips to Julia¡¯s. She¡¯s been my crush and a childhood friend for years. Today is myst chance to confess! My heart skips a beat as she returns the kiss for a moment before pushing me away. ¡°Alex! Not in public; I¡¯m a Breeder now. Don¡¯t want the monsters thinking I¡¯m gay.¡± Does that mean she¡¯d fuck me in private?!? Jenny is a little bolder. She leans in to kiss my cheek and whispers in my ear, ¡°Anything goes in a three-way¡­¡± She nces at Julia. ¡°Or a four-way. Bring back a monster cock for us to share, and I¡¯ll eat your pussy.¡± I smile with drunken glee and touch my cheek with reverence. My first girl kiss! Julia hears Jenny and blushes fiercely. She turns on her heels, facing away from me. ¡°Anyway! Good luck, Alex. Don¡¯t get eaten by a God Beast!¡± Then she runs into town. Jenny watches Julia go and says to me, ¡°She¡¯s definitely up for that foursome if you can pull it off. And I always keep my promises. Later.¡± We part ways. I stare at their butts backs, and neither of them looks over their shoulder. Smiling from ear to ear, I tuck my treasures into my pockets and approach the town gates. The Orc and Warg guards whisper to each other even as I present my Tamer license. Some are probably betting on when/if I¡¯ll return pregnant with what monster¡¯s spawn. They reluctantly open the doors for me. I p my cheeks with both hands to clear my head and stride onto the Human ins. Don¡¯t worry, Julia, there¡¯s no way I¡¯m letting myself be monster chow! Not when I have two cute girls waiting for me! 3. Human Plains 3. Human ins *Sniff, sniff.* *Sniff, sniff.* I uncork the Lure bottles once out of sight of the town guards. I give each of them a good, long whiff. The musky smells stir heat in my loins. I¡¯m a bit surprised to find they¡¯re easily identifiable. I got a hint of each girl¡¯s skin scent during the hug, and there¡¯s a faint reminiscence of them in their juices. Failing to restrain myself, I wet a finger with a bottle¡¯s contents and suckle the digit. Then I repeat with the second. Just a little sampling. ¡°Mmm,¡± Izily sprawl on a t rock outcropping, basking in the sun as I enjoy the essence of my childhood friend¡¯s pussy. Julia¡¯s is a little bit sweeter, and Jenny¡¯s is a little sour, but it¡¯s a good tang. There¡¯s no way I¡¯m spilling a drop; wouldn¡¯t want to waste any or spoil the utility by getting liquid arousal on my clothes. This stuff is catnip for monsters! I sigh as I watch the clouds roll by while I fantasize about a future steamy encounter. One hand descends beneath my pants to rub my core as the other sneaks up my shirt and beneath my bra to cup a breast. I¡¯m in no rush, after all. Nothing but arbitrary time limits and a week¡¯s worth of supplies. May as well stop and smell the ¡®flowers.¡¯ Too bad none of the guys gave me their Lures. I can¡¯t help wondering what human seed tastes like, and I¡¯d have loved to go ¡®fishing¡¯ for monster girls! A morbid thought intrudes in my ¡®post-nut rity¡¯ after bringing myself to anguid climax. What are my chances here, really? The Human ins surround our town, extending from the Western Sea to the Eastern Desert. The Dark Wood lies to the south, and the Chatan Forest borders the north. In the northwest, the Ogre Fen and Kennel Hills stand opposed. What defines the ¡®Human ins¡¯ is theck of monsters. Not to say they¡¯re totally safe. Random monsters are always wandering through a given territory, an Incursion could happen at any time, and nothing can stop a God Beast from striking on its whim. However, thest known human town has stood for decades approaching a century. It¡¯s goodnd, easy to farm, with neither too much nor too little rain. The original settlers supposedly found the Taurines and Lambies living here and decided to stay. As for my chances, I¡¯m under no delusions. The only way this journey ends is with me being ravaged by a monster. I¡¯m a squishy human with no natural defenses, and everything wants my pussy. I can run, I can hide, but being captured is almost inevitable. Why fight it, right? This world, this body, they¡¯re made to fuck monsters. It¡¯s not your situation; it¡¯s what you make of it! Rather, I want to know my chances of seeding in my personal and official missions. Personally, I want to fuck a monster girl. She¡¯ll probably try to capture me, but that¡¯s practically ttery. Not a bad end if I do say so myself. Officially, I need to get pregnant by a monster the town doesn¡¯t have and return to civilization to give birth. To be more specific, I need to keep doing that until I have a boy; ¡®Form of the Father,¡¯ after all. That would actually make a difference, impacting the fate of humanity long after I die of old age. I could get my name in the history books! That¡¯s easier said than done, though. Given how long we¡¯ve lived in the Human ins, that means all the low-hanging fruit is gone. My chances of finding an unusual monster are next to nothing wandering around out here. I¡¯ll have to head for one of the perimeter territories to find a new monster. The Western Sea is right out. Oceans scared humans before they were filled to the brim with real monsters. Even if a sea monster didn¡¯t drown me, escape from underwater capture would be next to impossible. Ogre Fen and Kennel Hills are redundant to me. Everything there evolves from either a Goblin or a Doggin. Stay away. The Eastern Desert sounds like a great ce to shrivel up and die under the zing sun. So¡­ Dark Woods to the south or Chatan Forest to the north, huh? Supposedly, the monsters to the south are stronger and more dangerous. However, Chatan Forest gets its name from the numerous deceptive traps throughout its territory. Getting eaten by a nt monster and being slowly digested seems like a bad way to go. I guess, counter-intuitively, I should go for the Dark Woods. If I¡¯m submissive, I can probably survive being ravished by an Ursa and escape when it leaves to hunt. Giving birth to whatever an Ursa evolves from would have me set for life! If I happen to run into a monster girl along the way, so much the better. That settled, I straighten my clothes and stand. I prepare to leave the shelter of the rock when I feel a tremor through the ground. My heart rate skyrockets as I hide in a shadow. Peaking around the edge, I see what is approaching. A male Ogre is walking towards me. He¡¯s pale-skinned with a dad bod, ten feet tall, and even uglier than an Orc dude. His cock dangles below his loin cloth like a third arm. I hear him sniffing the air and realize he probably caught a whiff of me masturbating. Arg,e on! How is there an Ogre wandering around ten minutes away from town! Not fair! I creep from cover to cover while staying out of his line of sight. Yet, he keepsing in my direction. Fuck, I don¡¯t want Goblin babies! Grinding my teeth in frustration, I draw my two Lures. Which one do I throw? Julia or Jenny? Julia¡­ or Jenny? I hear his steps nearing while I deliberate. Damn it, this is throwing pearls before swine! I swap the vials between my hands rapidly until I lose track of which is which and throw the one in my right hand. The Lure flies true, arcing high through the air before shattering on a rock many yards away. The Ogre¡¯s head whips around as he smells my broken treasure. Fucking relish her scent, you bastard! I sprint in the opposite direction. I make good distance while the Ogre stomps away, smi dick waggling as he runs. Track and field was a critical part of training, as building stamina is important for Breeders as well. Minutester, I stop to catch my breath. This sucks! I strengthen my resolve not to open the Lure I have remaining, as I don¡¯t want to know whether I threw Julia or Jenny. I look skyward to check the time and what direction I ran but see arge bird high above. Shit! Is that a God Beast? Ripping a brown-and-green survival nket from my backpack, I cover myself for camouge and hope I haven¡¯t been spotted. After another minute of waiting to be snatched, I realize I¡¯m being a little silly. What are the chances that was a God Beastpared to an eagle, or hawk? Just a normal bird giving me a fright after that Ogre! Oh, well. I dust off my nket and repack it. Looking up, I can¡¯t find any sign of the bird. That¡¯s when I hear a strange whistle on the wind. 4. Androcles and the ‘Lion’ (R-18) 4. Androcles and the ¡®Lion¡¯ (R-18) Spoiler Oral [copse] It¡¯s not the whistle of a giant bird swooping down on unsuspecting prey. It¡¯s the fluting, warbling whistle of a musician in distress. Probably some weird monster. I, being of sound mind and body, head straight towards the sound. *Whistle!!!* ¡°Calm down, I¡¯ming,¡± I say, half to myself. *Whistle???* I blink. Something in the intonation is discernable to me, shifting from ¡®Help!¡¯ to ¡®Is someone there?¡¯ I continue forward as I search for the sound¡¯s source. ¡°Yes, I¡¯m here.¡± *Whistle!* *Whistle!* ¡°I said calm down, already.¡± After stumbling around the ins for another minute, I find the whistler. At least, I think this is it? There¡¯s something ck and glossy like obsidian partially pinned under a rock. My finger pokes the thing on its own, I can¡¯t be held responsible. The dark matter is fleshy and warm. *Whistle!?!* ¡°It was an ident! Hold on,¡± I say as I brace myself against the rock. I push with my legs and back, using leverage to tilt the small boulder away from the monster. ¡°Can you get free?¡± *Whistle!* *Whistle!* *Whistle!!!* The little thing wriggles, tugs, and springs free from its prison. It flies through levitation, zipping around in celebration. It¡¯s about eighteen inches long and several inches wide. However, when it stops to inspect me, that lengthpresses into a sphere before expanding into several abstract-shaped arms. ¡°What¡¯s your name?¡± I ask, unable to identify the strange monster. *Whistle¡­* ¡°Hmm.¡± Its new shape looks sort of like a symbol. It almost reminds me of a question mark. ¡°I¡¯ll call you, ¡®Ero-teme.¡¯¡± The creature flows forward to nuzzle its warm flesh against my cheek excitedly. *Whistle!* ¡°You¡¯re wee.¡± *Whistle?* ¡°I¡¯m looking for monsters to bring back to my vige.¡± *Whistle?* ¡°Oh, we¡¯re always looking for new species to support humanity.¡± *Whistle???* ¡°Hmm, I guess humans used to fight monsters a long time ago, but now we¡¯re trying to live together.¡± *~Whistle~?* ¡°Oh! You want to thank me for saving you? I don¡¯t know what you can do or anything, but I¡¯m sure the elders can figure it out after I have your child.¡± I guess I¡¯m assuming this monster has a dick. I mean, if it doesn¡¯t have tits, that¡¯s a pretty safe assumption in this world! I¡¯ve heard some monsters even have both! *Whistle!?!* ¡°Alright, that was a little presumptuous of me.¡± I¡¯m aware of my ce in the food chain. Heck, this thing may be a God Beast for all I know! I giggle at the thought of a God Beast getting trapped under a rock. ¡°I¡¯ll ept whatever goodwill I can get. Feel free to have your way with me, though.¡± *Whistle¡­* *Whistle!* Ero-teme transforms into a ck facemask with a nose hole and falls into my hands. I turn the object in my hands without seeing any distinguishing markings on either side. Shrugging, I don the mask. If my Tamer training taught me anything, it¡¯s to embrace new experiences. The maskes alive, wrapping itself around my head as Ero-teme forces my lips open with a protrusion. I¡¯ve practiced servicing dildoes in ss and thoroughly mastered my gag reflex, but this is my first time giving a genuine blowjob. Thankfully, Ero-teme doesn¡¯tment on myck of skill and uses my oral orifice like an onahole. My vision goes dark. My head is encased in foreign flesh. Only my nose is exposed to catch asional gasps of air as my throat is ravaged. Ero-teme fucks my mouth, extending its length all the way to my stomach on every other thrust. I get dizzy fromck of air as the speed increases, bing more frantic until the flesh around me quivers. *Whistle!!!* Hot liquid spurts directly into my belly. I feel Ero-teme convulsing in my mouth and throat as it cums hard inside me until my tummy sloshes with each movement. My gulping esophagus further massages Ero-teme¡¯s length, milking everyst drop. We stay like that for a while, connected through an embrace of flesh. Then Ero-teme withdraws from my throat and peels the mask from my face. I gasp and cough as I fill my lungs with fresh air. Ero-teme forms a ball and affectionately rubs against my cheek. *~Whistle~!* Ero-teme soars into the sky while warbling a farewell. I blink. ¡°Hey, wait, you forgot my pussy!¡± I call, but Ero-teme is a speck in the distance. ¡°You¡¯re supposed to get me pregnant! Come back!¡± Listening closely, I imagine I hear a final distant whistle on the wind. ¡°Fuck.¡± Back to square one. Met a totally unique monster I¡¯ve never even heard of, and I¡¯ve got nothing to show for it! Nobody will believe me, not that I¡¯d spread it around I failed to seal the deal by getting with child¡­ A warm tingle starts in my mouth like a weird aftertaste. It spreads to my throat and stomach, which starts cramping. From the Association¡¯s extremely thorough sex education program, I know this isn¡¯t normal. I double over in pain. The skin of my tummy is on fire! I tear off my shirt and drop my pants to see what¡¯s going on. Before my eyes, ck lines trace across the pale expanse of my belly. ck tattoos form beneath my navel. There¡¯s arge circle-within-a-circle chambered with empty slots along the circumference. Rune-like markings appear that tickle my hindbrain. In the center, I see the outline of my ovaries and uterus. The pain and cramping finally subside. I rx, as it seems I¡¯m not dying from poison, but became the subject of some weird magic. ¡°Maybe I am pregnant?¡± I can¡¯t rule it out entirely; Ero-teme¡¯s semen definitely did something to me. As long as a monster doesn¡¯t burst out of my chest in a gory spectacle, I¡¯m sure it¡¯s fine¡­ ¡°It sort of looks like a clock¡­¡± Maybe it¡¯s a timer? Whatever is going on, I should return to town. Someone has to know what this is. Even if not, I should wait a month to see if the tattoo clock is counting down to something. I¡¯m a little disappointed at having to go back to the vige without finding any monster girls, but at least I¡¯m not returning empty-handed. I have this tattoo as proof! If I am pregnant, there¡¯s always next time in nine months. It¡¯s not like I¡¯m getting married and settling down. Town Nurseries are very understanding of women who want to pursue a carrier instead of raising their children. The Human ins are so underpopted in terms of both humans and human-friendly monsters there¡¯s a cash reward for giving birth! Plenty of bimbos in the vige make their living on their backs. They live as breeding mares for the monsters year after year without having to raise their children, getting paid to serve as stress relief for other monsters while pregnant. Pregnant sex is a major kink for monsters in our town! Not that I disdain Julia and Jenny¡¯s chosen profession¡­ Repopting humanity is serious business! As I scan the sky to orient myself for a return journey to town, I see the bird again. It¡¯s too distant and backlit to determine what it is exactly. I put my hands on my hips and shout at it, ¡°Hey! You scared mest time! Cut it out!¡± The bird flies away, and I mime dusting my hands to show I¡¯ve resolved the situation. I¡¯m d I got that out of my system because shouting in the Wilds is a surefire way to reveal one¡¯s presence. The stress got to me, okay? I hear a growl to my left. Fuck, how is my luck this bad? 5. Bitchin (R-18) 5. Bitchin (R-18) I turn to see a beast the size of a stallion approaching. ¡°D-Dire Wolf!¡± It¡¯s the other main Doggin evolutionary branch. We don¡¯t have any in Town, but they¡¯remon in the Wilds. I see two melon-sized testes and a massive bulge between the legs. Definitely a male. I frantically pull up my pants and tug on my shirt while fishing for my Lure as I run. My backpack lies somewhere on the ground where I dropped it during my fun with Ero-teme. I was seriously caught with my pants down! The Wilds are so unfair! The Dire Wolf growsrger in my vision as it nears. I tug the second ss vial free and toss it over my shoulder. Julia, Jenny, I¡¯m sorry I had to use both of your Lures on my first day! ss shatters, and a red rocket pops free of its furry sheath. My eyes almost explode from seeing the monstrosity¡¯s size. I briefly imagine getting knotted and dragged along as the Dire Wolf runs across the ins but p myself free of the daydream. Now¡¯s not the time! Luckily, the Dire Wolf is preupied with snuffling around in the grass to find everyst drop of feminine essence. I run for the hills. Rather, I can see the town walls in the distance. Don¡¯t stop now, girl. Those beasts are fast! He¡¯ll catch me in a minute once he¡¯s done with the Lure. I can see the town gate when I hear another growl on my right. That¡¯s when I remember Dire Wolves hunt in packs. Enormous teeth close around my middle and lift me into the air effortlessly. I¡¯m dangling upside down, letting me see between my captor¡¯s legs. No bulge¡­ This isn¡¯t how I expected my first monster girl encounter to go! My self-preservation training kicks in. I use my free hand to loosen my pants until they slide around my ankles. A few more tugs lower my underwear, exposing my pussy. My hand darts to my core as I start masturbating. Never act like prey around a monster. That¡¯s how you get mistaken for food. Act like a bitch in heat, and chances are good you¡¯ll be fucked instead of eaten. The Dire Wolf bitch¡¯s nostrils re as my juices begin to flow. Her teeth haven¡¯t broken skin yet, so that¡¯s a good sign. Just then, the first wolf approaches with interest, sniffing at me. The bitch growls at him and ys keep-away from the male with me. I sigh in relief as the bitch runs northeast with me in her mouth instead of having me as a bloody, crunchy snack. Score one for the training! An hourter, we arrive in Kennel Hills. I sigh again. I had a good run for my first day. Almost made it back to town with a unique monster pregnancy and everything. It was just too dangerous, too difficult for a novice like me to seed on my own. I guess this is why there are so few Tamers! It¡¯s not all bad, though. The monster vige isn¡¯t exactly a home away from home, but evidence points to my survival. There are Doggin pups everywhere, sure, but I see women too. Mostly Goblin women; likely spoils of war from the Ogre Fen. Every Dire Wolf male in humanoid form has a knotted Goblin girl. Wolfmen sitting, standing, chatting, eating, and walking all have cute little Goblin girls dangling from their loins with ahegao expressions. The Goblins sprawl with their spines arched or hang limp as their crotches drip with cum. A few Wolfmen are in active rut, and a few Goblin women nurse their pups while their master fills them with new seed. I see my fate in store and can¡¯t help getting a little excited. Plus, there¡¯s always a chance to escape while I¡¯m alive! That¡¯s another maxim from training. The Wolfmen can¡¯t keep us knotted all the time, right? ¡­Right? asionally, I see a wolf man and a wolf bitch fucking, but no male Goblins or Orcs. It must be an exclusive club, then. However, I do spot a single female Orc servicing a few Wolfmen. The bitch carrying me walks into the heart of the Kennel Hills where a muscr Wolf Lord sits with his council. Supposedly, a Wolf Lord in beast form is asrge as an elephant. He¡¯s a head taller than the other Wolfmen with an animalistic face. There¡¯s a human woman sitting on hisp, her belly gravid with child. She¡¯s slightly older than me and must not be as pretty¡­ because, when the Wolf Lord sees me, he lifts his previous woman into the air. Her expression contorts as his knotted cock tugs free from her poor pussy. A waterfall of cum spills from her gaping tunnel onto the grass and the Wolf Lord¡¯s legs as he passes her to the Wolfman on his right. That Wolfman rips the Goblin girl from his knot and impales the human woman on his shaft. In this way, the change ripples through the pack from the Alpha on down as they trade lesser females for greater prizes. And I¡¯m the Alpha¡¯s new cock-warmer. What a way to celebrate my first day on the job! The bitch releases her jaws to present me before the Wolf Lord. He immediately scoops me up in his paw. His ws rip my clothes asunder in an instant. The Alpha brings me to his maw, and I panic a little before I realize he¡¯s just being courteous. He¡¯s not an utter brute to take my virginity without even a warmup; his hot tongue bathes my womanhood, slicking my pussy with saliva and arousing my juices. Then he brings me to his crotch, where I crouch above his erect phallus. I¡¯ve never seen a cock this big outside a textbook. I align his tip with my love tunnel and pray my dildo size-training was sufficient to not get ripped in two. Without the assist, he might¡¯ve found my anus by mistake; that might have fucking killed me because he forcefully pushes me onto his pole with incredible strength. As is, I scream as myhers explode with pain. I don¡¯t smell blood, so I think everything went as nned. The pain quickly fades to be reced with warm pleasure. This body is that of a human evolved to fuck monsters. One of my ancestors would surely have organ damage if they were stuck in my position. Looking down, I see my belly bulging with the outline of the Wolf Lord¡¯s cock. I touch my abdomen experimentally as I marvel at the feel of him. My hands feel his hardness through the thin membrane of my stretched flesh. My legs are syed as if in childbirth. My internal organs are rearranging to make room for the enormous intruder. Then the Wolf Lord takes me in his hand like an onahole. My feeble flesh must not be tight enough on his rod because he squeezes my abdomen around his girth. I¡¯m a fleshlight in his grip as he lifts me and ms me down over and over. He growls in pleasure as I scream with each thrust. It isn¡¯t painful at all now; I¡¯m screaming in ecstasy. My whole being is wrapped around his throbbing dick. My brain is fucked. I can¡¯t think of my mission, or escape, or remember my name. ¡°Yes, fuck me!¡± Someone shouts. It must be me. ¡°Fill me with your puppies! Make me your bitch!¡± A final plunge, more forceful than any previous, impales me to the hilt. I feel his knot squeeze inside me and almost ckout. He explodes inside me, filling me with bestial cream. My belly expands in cumtion as the Wolf Lord¡¯s knot swells inside me. I think I lose consciousness for a moment because I¡¯m not sure how much time has passed. When my mind returns, I feel something changing on my tummy. A nce reveals the clocklike tattoo has gained three strange markings. A distant part of me marvels at that, while the rest of me is content to y with my sloshing belly in a fuck-drunk stupor. The male Dire Wolf that first hunted me approaches as he transforms into a humanoid. His muzzle retracts into a man¡¯s face, neither handsome nor ugly. He keeps the wolf form¡¯s ws, ears, and tail. A smile reveals his predator teeth. At first, I can¡¯t believe his arrogance approaching the Alpha¡¯s bitch. Then I realize what he¡¯s doing and guess it must be allowed because he helped bring me in. The wolf guy turns me around on the Alpha¡¯s dick and pulls my hair to arch my spine down to crotch level. I see an erect phallus before me and know, yes, I¡¯m about to be spit roasted. I shape my mouth into an inviting oral pussy. Resisting could be bad for my health and, mentally, the experience will be better for me if I focus on how hot the sex is instead of any negative aspects. I¡¯m the Alpha¡¯s good slutty bitch until I see an opportunity. An impressivelyrge cock, for a humanoid, is roughly rammed into my gloryhole. Wolf guy pumps his hips and grabs my tits as he growls in pleasure. There¡¯s no room for my tongue to move, so, once again, all technique goes out the window. I¡¯m here as a warm hole to be fucked, not a sexual partner. My hands go to my clit where they feverishly masturbate. It¡¯s not a difficult orgasm to achieve. I¡¯ve got the biggest cock of my life buried inside me, and a mouthful of hot dick. A little bean flicking gets me over the edge in a clitoral climax. My eyes roll into my skull as he busts his load into my mouth. Cum shoots out my nose as his inting knot dislocates my jaw. Thankfully, a dislocated jaw isn¡¯t painful for me as it would be for my human ancestors. Modern humans had to adapt to monster fetio or die, after all. It is a bit awkward, however. My mouth and pussy are full of dick, both holes stuffed tight and unable to budge. The Wolf Lord and Dire Wolf guy must be having a rough time not making eye contact. Like two guys at a party that was fun for a while, but now they want to leave and can¡¯t. Or two guys at a urinal where they have to stand facing each other while taking a piss. I guess that makes me the urinal? I¡¯m not into golden showers, but being used like this in front of so many onlookers is hot when I imagine what I must look like. Tamer Alex, spit roasted in front of hundreds! If I concentrate, I can hear a few Goblins talking about me. Then I see, from my upside-down perspective, jaws mp around wolf guy. The bitch that captured me tugs at him, his knot threatening to rip my face apart. Another tug apanied by my muffled scream rips his sausage from my sore hole. I gag, cough, and pop my jaw into ce. Then she stands over me in her humanoid form. And she¡¯s fucking hot! Wolf girl has long, curly grey hair, perky wolf ears, and sharp teeth. She has fur from her ws to her elbows and from her paws to her knees. A fluffy tail drapes to her calves. My first monster girl! My dreams havee true¡­ if not the way I expected. There¡¯re so many things I want to do to her, but wolf girl¡¯s expression is pure Dom. I can tell my duty today is purely singr. As expected, she grabs me by the hair and mounts my face. I quickly show her she doesn¡¯t need to force me. Even though I was the only girl in that ss, I had perfect attendance for ¡®Pleasuring Monster Girls with Oral 101.¡¯ Yes, I was always the weird girl who wanted to be a Tamer. My hands grab her buttocks, one muscr, meaty rock in each palm, and my head goes to work on herhers. Ive her slit with my tongue. I suck at herbia. I spear her honeypot with my rigid oral member. I drench herhers in saliva, motorboat her pussy, and rub circles around her clit. Wolf girl¡¯s legs clutch my head as she doubles over in knee-knocking pleasure. I feel her face on my swollen belly, feel her hot breath panting on my bare skin, feel her clutch at my middle to hold onto something like a life preserver at sea. I feel her body shake as she cums on my tongue. ¡°Aaahhhnn!¡± She howls as I make her climax. I taste her musky juices as they spill onto my face. Ip up everything I can reach with my tongue. Wolf girl stumbles away from me as the sensations be too intense and she falls on her backside. The Wolf Lordughs, and the councilughs with him. Wolf girl runs away with her tail between her legs. Aww! I didn¡¯t mean to embarrass you, wolf girl! I just got excited for my first time! I¡¯m sorry,e back! Then, all hell breaks loose. 6. Escape 6. Escape Spoiler Content Warning: Violence and Gore [copse] Orcs burst into the clearing. Chaos ensues. The Goblin women seem divided; some rush past the Orc lines to presumed safety while others cower behind their wolf masters. Whether it¡¯s fear, affection for their Doggin children, or lust for being knotted that drives them, I have no idea. I assume this is an Ogre Fen Incursion, and sure enough, I see a grizzled Ogre with a huge ¡®X¡¯ scar on his chest leading the charge. The Wolf Lord stands and prepares for battle, dragging me up and away with him. Fuck, my knotted pussy grants me a front-row ticket to the battlefield! My luck really is shitty today! My monster partner charges for the Ogre without hesitation. Ogres are a rare Goblin evolution so, even though the Wolf Lord is a third-tier, I¡¯m not sure who will win. The Orcs all have adult female Doggins mounted on their dicks and tied to their bellies with ropes as if in mockery of the wolves¡¯ knotting. The battle is gruesome. Having women as basically body shields results in a lot of horrific fatalities. Neither side holds back despite having their females on the receiving end of their attacks. Nothing has prepared me for this awful sight. However, I can¡¯t let the horror overwhelm me. I see a human woman mounted on the Ogre¡¯s cock and see an opportunity. When the Wolf Lord and Ogre sh, I grab at her ropes. My shaking hands begin their work. The Wolf Lord¡¯s ws leave shallow marks on the Ogre¡¯s skin, but the wolfman shrugs off rock-splitting blows from the Ogre¡¯s club. The two titanic monsters grapple as the woman before me clutches at my arms in fear, and I scramble to undo her tangled knots. Shrieks of pain and anguish surround me. Then the ropese loose. The Ogre¡¯s woman slips free of his dick, but we hold onto each other. She hangs from my grip as I push against the Wolf Lord¡¯s pelvis with my legs. My groin nearly tears apart, but the enormous red rocket¡¯s knot slips from my poor stretched tunnel. We both tumble to the ground. I scan the crowd for the Alpha¡¯s previous mate but can¡¯t find her in the melee. The Ogre¡¯s woman and I, both naked, flee the scene as monsters fight to the death. We find the ground beneath our feet is treacherously slick with blood. The two of us run for cover, hand in hand. Orcs and wolves ignore us as unimportant for the moment. I do what little I can. A young Doggin girl crying on the ground is nearly crushed by an Orc warrior in passing. I grab the child before the Orc¡¯s footes down, and the three of us scurry away. I spot a Goblin woman trapped beneath a Dire Wolf¡¯s corpse. We take a quick detour at my insistence to drag the green-skinned girl from beneath the suffocating weight. She follows us when we turn to leave. It¡¯s a long, terrifying run before the cries of violence quiet and we feel safe enough to stop. The four of us catch our breaths, and I get a closer look at mypanions. We¡¯re all totally naked, but I choose not to make it awkward. I didn¡¯t have time to recover any scraps of clothing after the Wolf Lord took me, and my backpack is long gone. The Doggin girl is maybe eight years old with floppy ears, golden furry limbs, and a shaggy tail. I pet her hair and hug her close as she whimpers into my shoulder to show her everything¡¯s going to be all right. The Goblin girl is on the scrawny side and likely in herte thirties, but I still think she¡¯s cute. Dirt-brown eyes peek through a mop of brown hair at me. ¡°Y-you saved my life.¡± ¡°Yeah?¡± I¡¯m genuinely puzzled by the surprise and confusion evident on her face. What¡¯s this Goblin getting at? ¡°Yes, thank you,¡± the Ogre¡¯s woman says. She¡¯s around my age but nowhere near as hot as Julia and Jenny; no offense,dy. She brushes aside a lock of straw-colored hair and asks me, ¡°But where are we supposed to go?¡± This time, I¡¯m the one looking at her with confusion. ¡°Town is only a couple hours southwest from here. We might make it before sundown.¡± ¡°Town?¡± the woman says with a mystified expression. Then it hits me. This woman is around my age, but I don¡¯t recognize her. I haven¡¯t heard of anyone matching her description going missing from town in the past few years. Not to mention it isn¡¯t such arge town that there are multiple schools. I thought I knew every human my age¡­ until today. ¡°You¡¯re taking us to more Humans?¡± the Goblin girl says. ¡°Won¡¯t they kill us?¡± ¡°What?¡± I¡¯m utterly baffled. ¡°Humans hunt and kill monsters¡­ right?¡± the Goblin asks the blond woman. To my surprise, she nods. ¡°Yes, that¡¯s what I heard. I haven¡¯t ever killed anybody, though.¡± ¡°Okay, first off, my name is Alex.¡± I introduce myself and point to the blond woman. ¡°Brenda.¡± Then I point to the Goblin. ¡°Skish.¡± Huh, Goblin names are weird. ¡°And what¡¯s your name?¡± I ask the Doggin girl. The poor traumatized Doggin buries her face in my chest and refuses to answer. Fine, she can stay ¡®Doggin girl¡¯ until she calms enough to talk. ¡°So, where are you two from?¡± ¡°Ogre Fen.¡± ¡°The forest.¡± ¡°That forest?¡± I ask Brenda while pointing at Chatan Forest. She nods. Ah. I think I get it. ¡®Form of the Father.¡¯ Just because there aren¡¯t any other human towns left doesn¡¯t mean we¡¯re going extinct. All it takes is one guy strapped to a pole to make hundreds of human children a year. Wow. And there¡¯s no point asking who her dad is because I don¡¯t have a list of human male disappearances from twenty years ago memorized. ¡°Alright, I¡¯ve got great news!¡± They both look at me skeptically. ¡°Follow me, and I¡¯ll take you to town, where monsters and humans live together in harmony! They¡¯ll give you food, shelter, clothes, and jobs to earn a living!¡± Skish frowns. ¡°Won¡¯t they just kill and eat me? Bruke always told us humans love to slow-roast Goblins on a spit.¡± I guess the Ogre¡¯s name is Bruke. Maybe lying about humans is how he keeps his Goblins on a tight leash. Or maybe monsters passed down stories from encounters with ancient humans? It¡¯s not like modern humans have a way to spread the word they¡¯ve turned over a new leaf¡­ ¡°Sounds like the name of a sex position got confused over time. Skish, think for a second. If I was from a human town where we kill monsters, would I have risked my life to save yours?¡± ¡°Well, when you put it like that¡­ I¡¯m sorry for doubting you, Alex.¡± ¡°What kinds of monsters do you have in town?¡± Brenda asks. Eagerly, I reply, ¡°We have Minotaurs, Cocks, Rams, Orcs, and Wargs.¡± ¡°Wargs are the two-headed wolfmen with two dicks?¡± I nod. ¡°And I won¡¯t get paraded around while strapped to a monster¡¯s belly?¡± I nod again. ¡°And I get to lie on a bed while they fuck me?¡± ¡°Sure.¡± ¡°You¡¯ve convinced me.¡± Yes!!! The four of us head southwest for an hour before I call for a break. The Doggin girl isn¡¯t heavy, but carrying her for this long sure wears a girl out. ¡°I can carry her,¡± Brenda offers. I gratefully hand the Doggin over. Just then, we crest a hill that lets us see the town walls. We¡¯re going to make it home before sunset after all! Mom and Dad are going to be so proud of me! I¡¯m bringing home a Goblin, a Doggin, and a human! Plus, I have this awesome tattoo, and I might have even been impregnated by the Wolf Lord! I aplished more in a day than three Breeders in a year! Ha ha ha! Who¡¯sughing now? This has been the best day ever! Talons sp around my upper arms and yank me into the sky. 7. Bird Brain (R-18) 7. Bird Brain (R-18) ¡°Gotcha!¡± a bright, feminine sing-song voice says as the ground vanishes below me. The bird following me was a monster! I should¡¯ve known. I crane my neck back to see what caught me. Vivid blue and green feathers p around us. A harpy girl! While the Henlins have their big butts and assets, harpies have always had a unique appeal to me. She¡¯s lean like an athlete but has wide hips and a thin waist, giving her a lovely hourss figure. She has a human face, young and cheerful. I doubt she¡¯s older than me. The hair on her head and downstairs matches her feathers. Her tangerine-sized tits bounce tantalizingly with every p. I¡¯m instantly smitten. Yes, carry me away, you feathered beauty! Wait¡­ ¡°Where are you taking me?¡± She looks down and smiles at me. Those eyes! Sorge and innocent, gorgeous storm cloud grey eyes. Her teeth are sharp, but I don¡¯t feel threatened. ¡°To my nest in the mountains!¡± ¡°¡­And what are we going to do in the nest?¡± ¡°Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!!¡± She happily screams these expletives into the wind with a carefree grin. So cute! It¡¯s as I thought. The Association taught us about the dangers of monster girls. Humans getting kidnaped, snatched into the sky, or a dark hole where they¡¯re never seen again. It¡¯s not a terrible fate, depending on the monster girl, something like a ¡®shotgun wedding¡¯ in ancient human times. I¡¯ve often fantasized about this¡­ but I do have a job and responsibilities. I¡¯d prefer to have my cake and eat it too. ¡°We don¡¯t have to wait or go that far¡­¡± I say. ¡°If yound, I¡¯ll eat your pussy right now.¡± I use my most sultry voice. I won¡¯t vouch for its quality, but I did take a ss on seduction at the Association. At least it¡¯s an easy sell since I¡¯m genuinely interested in her. ¡°Really? Awesome!¡± The harpy wiggles her sweet little butt in anticipation and dives toward the ground. Hah, it¡¯s super effective! Screw you, professor, saying I don¡¯t have talent! I met a monster girl who thinks my voice is sexy! Then she pulls up, braking in the air, and ps higher. ¡°Wait a second! My momma told me to bring the human to my nest! She said humans try to get harpies tond in ces where they can run away¡­¡± She gasps and looks at me in shock. ¡°You were going to trick me!¡± J¡¯use! I was really hoping that would work. Ahem. ¡°No! I want to have sex with you! It¡¯s just that I¡¯m all dirty and gross.¡± This is true. I¡¯ve got bloodstains all over my legs and cum stains everywhere else. ¡°Can¡¯t we stop somewhere for me to wash?¡± ¡°Hmm¡­¡± She considers my request with adorable intensity. ¡°Don¡¯t you want your first time to be perfect?¡± Her feathers ruffle in excitement, and she nods her head vigorously. ¡°Yes, yes! We¡¯re stopping!¡± The harpy swoops down on a rocky outcropping. She hovers us a few feet above the stone and releases me. The drop, a mere two feet, is weirdly soft on my heels. A secondter, I feel as if I¡¯ve gained a hundred pounds, and stumble. Another second after that, I feel normal again. Shends half a dozen feet away, seeming a little skittish of me. I look over the edge and it¡¯s a twenty-foot sheer drop with no safe way down. I see a puddle of water from recent rain. It seems clean enough. ¡°Your eyesight is amazing,¡± Iment as I wash myself. She spotted a perfect ce for us to stop in seconds. She puffs up her chest as if to proudly disy her sulent tangerine breasts, disarmed by mypliment. I feel a love arrow strike me through the heart. This girl sure knows how to seduce a girl! ¡°Thank you, human.¡± ¡°My name is Alex. What¡¯s yours?¡± ¡°You may call me Gale, human Alex.¡± The way this ditzy harpy is putting on airs to impress me is kind of endearing. ¡°Want to sit and rx? Aren¡¯t you tired from carrying me?¡± ¡°Nope!¡± She preens her feathers as she boasts. ¡°As expected, the human doesn¡¯t know about harpy magic. I can make myself and whatever I lift in my ws lighter.¡± Ah, that¡¯s what I felt. My weight suddenly increased afternding. I finish washing and stand. ¡°So, your momma told you to get a human? Why not something moremon like a Goblin?¡± I¡¯ve always wanted to hear a monster girl¡¯s perspective on why they abduct humans. Gale scoffs. ¡°Everyone knows humans are the best! They smell the best, taste the best, and they don¡¯t evolve into anything scary when you least expect.¡± When you exin it like that¡­ yeah, I get it. Monsters are scary. Bringing a Goblin boy to your nest only for him to evolve into an Orc would definitely turn the tables. ¡°But, why did you pick me?¡± She gives me a nk stare. ¡°There was another human right there¡­¡± It¡¯d sting a bit to know it was a coin toss, but I want to hear her answer. Gale squints as she tries to remember. Then her eyes go wide with recollection. ¡°That¡¯s right! You were with another human, a Goblin, and a Doggin. Huh, I guess I saw you this morning and haven¡¯t had eyes for anyone else. It doesn¡¯t matter, though, because you were definitely the prettiest! Gale did a good job picking!¡± At least she has great taste¡­ She continues, ¡°My job is to find a male to get me pregnant. I¡¯ll have lots of human babies, and when they grow up, my cousins will have wives to make more harpies!¡± That makes a lot of sense to prevent inbreeding. Except¡­ ¡°I¡¯m female.¡± Gale blinks, then looks at me with furrowed eyebrows. She cocks her head to the side in confusion. ¡°No penis.¡± I gesture to myhers with both hands likending strips for her eyes. Her predator gaze locks on my shaved pussy, and I can practically see hearts in her pupils. Gale¡¯s expression goes dreamy as she starts drooling. ¡°No penis,¡± I repeat. ¡°Oops,¡± she says, snapping out of it with a shake of her head. ¡°You¡¯re not going to give me any babies¡­ Gale did a bad job.¡± Her eyes catch on my pussy again, and she wipes at her drool with a wing. ¡°But that¡¯s fine. When I see your boobies bounce, and your butt wiggle as you walk, and I smell that scenting from between your legs, it makes me go¡ª¡± Gale shimmies in ce, shakes her tail feathers, and does a bunch of little talon stomps in ce while she chirps like a songbird. ¡°¡ªInside here,¡± she points at her chest with a wing. ¡°I¡¯m sure momma will understand.¡± If I wasn¡¯t already smitten, this disy of absolute cuteness would¡¯ve destroyed all my resistance! I need to Tame this girl! I slowly sashay up to Gale, the harpy¡¯s eyes on my hips every step of the way. ¡°I¡¯m all clean. Maybe you want to have a little fun before we head back to your nest¡­?¡± At the word ¡®fun,¡¯ I ce my finger between her breasts and drag it down to her tummy. I can almost see the dizzy spirals in Gale¡¯s eyes and steaming out her ears like a teakettle. Then her head clears, she narrows her eyes, and she springs away from me. Gale spreads her wings to make herself seem bigger and lifts a feathered leg to present her talons in ¡®crane¡¯ stance. They are deadly weapons. She has four dagger-sized eagle ws on each foot that could eviscerate me in a single strike. Gale must have been extremely careful not to slice me into ribbons when she plucked me off the ground! ¡°You¡¯re trying to trick me again! Momma told me the only safe ce to have sex is in my nest. What¡¯s stopping you from hurting me while I have my guard down and escaping? That¡¯s why we nest on the mountain cliffs.¡± Yeah, with no way down from the cliff and no way to get food, who would harm their harpy lover? The betrayal in her eyes, as if I¡¯ve proven her mother right, is a knife in my chest. Mom, Dad, I did my best. I¡¯m sorry I won¡¯t make it home, but at least I found a really sweet harpy girl! ¡°Gale, I never intended to harm you.¡± I was hoping to Tame her and bring her home, but her mother¡¯s lessons are too deeply ingrained. ¡°I apologize. Let¡¯s just fly to your nest so we can make it before nightfall. When we get there¡­ I¡¯ll make sure your first time is super special.¡± The harpy girl, bless her heart, instantly believes me. ¡°Hurray!¡± She lowers her talons and chirps in celebration. ¡°I¡¯m gonna have sex tonight! Sex, sex, sex!¡± Gale leaps into the air with a p of her wings and makes a loop around my rock while chanting. I chuckle as I spread my arms to make picking me up safer, and she once again hoists me into the sky. Understanding harpy magic makes me realize howfortable the ride is. Being dangled by the arms should be way more unpleasant at my normal weight. Instead, I can enjoy the scenery passing below me. There goes Kennel Hills and the Ogre Fen. I see Brenda, Skish, and the Doggin girl approaching town without me. I¡¯m d they made it safely. I just wish I could let my parents know I¡¯m alright. At least I had one fun day as a Tamer. Well, the battle was pretty awful. If I had another wish, I¡¯d want to do something about monster Incursions. I did a little good, but with me gone, when will the next Tamere along? I hope my failure hasn¡¯t doomed humanity. The Chatan Forest sure is huge. One lone tree near the center towers above the others. I guess there¡¯s at least one human male trapped there making babies? That¡¯s a bummer. If Genies were real, I¡¯d have a third wish to set him free. The Eastern Desert looks totally impassible. I wonder what happened to Eastin, the other human town? It¡¯s supposedly across the desert, but no one has been there in decades. In the distance, I see the Harpy Mountain. It¡¯s on the other side of a small gulf in the Western Sea. As we fly over the gulf, sea monsters catch a glimpse of me like a choice delicacy dangled above a pack of starving dogs. The waters roil beneath us as fins and tentacles sh in an underwater battle. Fuck, the ocean is scary. If Gale dropped me, I¡¯d be monster chow for sure¡­ Or I¡¯d be ravished by some tentacle monster¡­ Or¡­ Actually, there are some patches of calm waters in the gulf. I don¡¯t think there are monsters covering every square inch of seafloor. My Association training kicks in, and the kernel of an idea forms in my mind. My heart twinges as I wrestle with an internal conflict. On the one hand, being abducted by a harpy girl is a personal dreame true. On the other hand, there¡¯s Julia, Jenny, being a Tamer, helping humanity, and seeing my parents again. Damn it. If I¡¯m taken to Gale¡¯s nest, I have a 0% escape chance and a 100% survival chance. If I execute my n, I have a 1% escape and survival chance. Responsibilities suck. ¡°Gale, I like you a lot, and I¡¯d love to be your wife. I promise I¡¯m being honest¡­ here, let me show you.¡± My reduced weight allows me to do an effortless pullup. With my hands on the harpy¡¯s luscious glutes, I can lift my face between her legs and kiss her private flower¡¯s petals. Her tailfeathers are my parasol as I enjoy my afternoon snack and make a meal of her pussy. Gale¡¯s pubic hair is so pretty, naturally short, and colorful. Her ass is a soft pillow for my cheeks. My nose tip brushes her petite rosebud while my tongueps along her slit. My lips kiss her love tunnel entrance while I slip my oral member inside. Each breath is filled with her scent, fragrant and wild like northern pine. My tongue scoops dollops of her juices into my mouth. Herbia are thin and narrow, allowing me to fit her entire cunt in my mouth. My tongueves her length and rubs her clit. Her hips spasm as I touch her pearl. Again and again, I lick softly, slowly. She rocks against me and bucks into my mouth. She can¡¯t help it; she feels too good to protest. Her mind must be a nk te. My tongue spirals in around her clit. All her mother¡¯s teachings fly out the window as I show Gale the delights of a female lover¡¯s attention. I give her oral to wreck her for any other man or woman. I let her grind her crotch against my open mouth as if using me to masturbate. Then, when I feel her whole body tense on the teau of pleasure, I flick my tongue over her clit in rapid session. ¡°Ahn!!!¡± Gale chirps her climax like a lovestruck nightingale. Her muscles spasm and her talons release me. I let go. ¡°Alex!¡± Gale shouts as she feels me fall, but it¡¯s toote. She¡¯s slowed by the lingering aftershocks of orgasm. My weight returns before she can circle around to grab me from the air. I feel another mark etch onto my tummy tattoo even as I plummet. I plunge into the water. 8: Part of Your World (R-18) 8: Part of Your World (R-18) Spoiler Futanari Egg Imntation [copse] Hitting the water from a great height, even after falling part of the way as a featherweight, isn¡¯t fun. The impact knocks the breath from my lungs, and I inhale a bucket of burning salty water. Through the swirl of bubbles, foam of the surf, and fading consciousness, I see a horde of squirming dark tentacles¡­ then ckness.
I awake coughing and gagging. Someone props me up and strokes my back while I gasp and hack. The terror of thatst sight melts away as awareness returns. My eyes open in time to see water droplets floating from my nose and throat like soap bubbles as they merge into a levitating sphere above me. ¡°Human, you¡¯re alive!¡± A voice sweet as vani caresses my ears. I turn to see a vision of beauty. A woman with skin as pale as cream and red hair burning like fire in the setting sun¡¯s light lies next to me. A nce lower confirms my hazy suspicion. ¡°You¡¯re a mermaid!¡± Her aquamarine scales glisten in the twilight like gemstones. Her fins wave in the shallow water like gossamer. She giggles, herugh as intoxicating as sparkling wine. ¡°You¡¯re silly.¡± Living to see a mermaid was a fantasy I never dared to entertain. The ocean is way too fucking scary, and there are so many dangerous sea monsters I¡¯d be just as likely to encounter. Not to say a mermaid is entirely safe. ¡°You¡¯re not going to eat me, are you?¡± Her smile reveals razor-sharp teeth perfect for tearing flesh from bone. ¡°We¡¯ll see.¡± She winks, and my heart skips a beat. My stomach flip-flops and fills with butterflies. I wouldn¡¯t mind being eaten by this enchanting girl! ¡°What¡¯s your name, human?¡± Asking for my name is a very good sign. You don¡¯t stop to get your dinner¡¯s name¡­ unless you¡¯re a sadist. ¡°Alex.¡± ¡°I¡¯m Arie.¡± ¡°That¡¯s a beautiful name.¡± She giggles again as her eyes scan my supine form. ¡°I think you¡¯re beautiful.¡± I blush hard. My body heats from head to toe, hot enough I¡¯m surprised my feet don¡¯t boil water. Oh, right, where am I? Looking around, I find we¡¯re lying on a t nted rock jutting several feet above the sea with the base below the surface. The beach is in sight, but a hundred yards may as well be a hundred miles for me when the sea is filled with monsters. Monsters like this darling mermaid, who has my life in her hands. I push myself a bit higher onto the rock to dry my feet. Arie crawls forward a little to follow me. ¡°You saved my life.¡± ¡°Mm-hmm.¡± She nods. ¡°You fell on the edge of a Kraken¡¯s territory. If I¡¯d found you a secondter, she¡¯d have had you for dinner.¡± There¡¯s no doubt in my mind how that would go. There¡¯re too many stories of Krakens devouring sailors by the boatful for me to think I¡¯d merely be fucked and spared. Tentacle-raped, then eaten seems more likely. ¡°So, you risked your life for mine?¡± Arie nods again, shyly this time. I clear my throat, my voice raspy from saltwatering out husky, ¡°How can I repay you?¡± The mermaid¡¯s expression bes steamy. Her hand strokes my chin as she locks sapphire eyes with mine. ¡°Be my wife.¡± That never ended well for ancient humans. My half-suppressed but clearly visible wince takes the wind from her sails. I exin, ¡°Arie, I¡¯d love nothing more than to be yours but¡­¡± I extend my fingers to her. They¡¯re wrinkly from the water. She takes my hand to inspect them. ¡°If I stay here, I¡¯ll die from dehydration.¡± She perks up. The water balloon drops into the sea, and she cups her hand before my face. Liquid appears in her palm from nowhere. I read her bodynguage, leaning in to take a sip. The water is sweet. I tip her hand, and she watches with eager greed as I desperately gulp the fresh water. Thirst ked, I sit back and sigh with relief. ¡°How do you like my taste?¡± She looks expectant after giving me a double entendre, but I have to douse her spirits. ¡°The best I¡¯ve had, but when the sun rises tomorrow, I¡¯ll be baked alive.¡± ¡°I can cover you with seaweed!¡± ¡°Arie, please. If I stay on this rock, I¡¯ll die. I could freeze tonight from the cold and damp¡­ there are storms¡­ other monsters¡­ I need real shelter.¡± She detes, unable to argue. We both know she can¡¯t protect me from everything while I¡¯m exposed like an hors d¡¯oeuvre on a silver tter. I take her hand. ¡°If you let me go, I¡¯ll promise to return.¡± She pouts. ¡°You¡¯re lying.¡± ¡°You have no idea how much I¡¯ve always wanted a mermaid girlfriend.¡± ¡°You¡¯re a strange human.¡± We bothugh, her voice tinkling like crystal. She heaves a deep sigh. ¡°I wish I could believe you.¡± My freedom is so close! ¡°How can I prove myself?¡± She looks up at me through heavily lidded eyes and bares her fragile heart. ¡°Carry my child.¡± In that moment, I speak from the soul. ¡°I¡¯d love nothing more.¡± Arie crawls forward, propping herself on her arms above my sprawled body. We look at one another, each reading the other¡¯s lust, and she sees in my eyes I¡¯m no liar. Her teardrop breasts hangrge on her slender form; they must be buoyant underwater. I see a slit below her broad hips hiding treasure. She lowers her lips to mine, and we share a tender kiss amidst ocean spray. Arie is a talented kisser who doesn¡¯t cut her lover on her sharp teeth. Our tongues y in the shared caves of our mouths. Then she breaks the kiss, leaving me gasping, lips parted. She sees smoldering desperation in my eyes. The ocean temptress grins her deadly smile. ¡°Not yet.¡± Arie dips to take my breasts in her mouth. My hands grab at her, instincts ring a danger warning in my head. Mischievous eyes meet mine as she settles my fears. She¡¯s all lips and tongue on my vulnerable flesh. My tits are on fire, though her body is cold like the sea. She departs from my heaving breasts, going lower. Her hands find my legs. I shiver as her fingers trace the lines of my inner thighs and calves. ¡°I¡¯ve only seen legs like these on Goblins, but you wear them better,¡± Arie says. I can imagine her interest innd-dweller limbs. ¡°They draw the eye to the most tantalizing ces.¡± I sit up to watch as she brings her needle-smile near my most delicate region. Eyes wide, I gasp as she takes my core in her mouth. ¡°Arie!¡± Somehow, the danger heightens my pleasure. Knowing those razors are so close while her cool slippery tongue massages my burning hot flesh is an extreme aphrodisiac. Then she gentlyps at my bare vulva. The Association teaches hygiene, including the routine shaving of pubic hair. The mermaid proceeds to explore my entrance with a finger. Ancient humans would be wrecked for months after taking the Wolf Lord¡¯s knot if they even survived. A modern human like me gets sore for a few hours, but no more so than after taking a regr-sized insertion. It¡¯s not exactly ¡®regeneration¡¯ like a troll¡¯s. Our increased vaginal stretchiness means there was no real damage to heal. By now, I¡¯ve fully regained my tightness and am ready for stimtion. Arie must like my taste because she¡¯s giving some enthusiastic head. Her finger goes deeper, searching until she finds my g-spot. My bucking hips tell her all she needs to know. Another finger enters me, joining the first. My legs wrap around the mermaid¡¯s head. I arch my spine as she rubs that secret ce in a e hither¡¯ motion as if beckoning my orgasm. Her tongue circles my clit, and a euphoric fountain erupts from my core, spreading through me as my limbs contort. ¡°Ngh!¡± I bite my hand to muffle my screams. Then Arie is above me again, nuzzling my neck and tasting my skin. I run my fingers through her bright red hair as the orgasmic aftershocks subside. ¡°Where did you learn that trick?¡± I ask yfully. ¡°You think we mermaids are celibate?¡± Iugh. I know mermaids are a single-sex species that doesn¡¯t rely on monsters or humans to maintain their poption. ¡°Then why did you choose me?¡± I can¡¯t help wondering if Arie has a mermaid girlfriend I don¡¯t know about. She locks her dazzling sapphire gaze with mine. ¡°I smelled you the second you touched the water and knew I had to make you mine. The warmth of your body¡­ your taste¡­ you¡¯re intoxicating.¡± My cheeks burn again as I listen to her praise. I was never special among the girls in town except for my odd obsession. This is why I¡¯ve always wanted to go find monster girls. Being desired so carnally¡­ it¡¯s incredible. ¡°I could get used to having a mermaid wife,¡± I tease. She whispers in my ear, ¡°Then you¡¯re ready to be my bride?¡± This girl is too sweet. In reply, I kiss her neck, finding my monster lover¡¯s closed gill slits. She shivers as my tongue runs over the sensitive area. My hands rub her back in encouragement while pressing her chest into mine. I relish the sensation of our breasts squishing together. Rising onto her arms, she bnces to take one of my hands in hers and leads me to her lower slit. At her direction, I rub the patch of soft scales concealing her treasure. The folds part, slick with juices, allowing my fingers entry. I find two holes and a tiny nub. I fondle the lowermost hole¡¯s entrance, but she scolds me with a ¡®Not that one!¡¯ nce. Going to the higher hole, my investigating digit is rewarded with Arie burying her head in my shoulder and moaning. I plunge deeper, finding something between a g-spot and a prostate. The tiny nub engorges with her arousal, swelling into a long, meaty, tapered penis. I withdraw my hand from her slit to form a sleeve around her mer-cock. It¡¯s slick with a waterproof lubricant and slides easily in my hand. I¡¯m surprised to feel the mermaid¡¯s length wrap around my wrist! It¡¯s not a tentacle, but it is prehensile. I tease her tapered tip and cup my hand to let her prick push between the fingers as if searching for my love tunnel¡¯s entrance. Arie¡¯s face scrunches prettily as I give her a handjob. I kiss her jaw. She whines with desperation as if on the verge of crying. ¡°Please, put it in!¡± Her adorable pleading shatters my willpower. She¡¯s not a ¡®top,¡¯ but that¡¯s fine with me. Her cuteness is seriously making me fall for her! ¡°That¡¯s my line,¡± I further tease my mermaid lover, but give her what she wants. I guide her mer-cock to the slit between my legs. She eagerly finds the right hole and plunges inside. ¡°¡°Ahn!¡±¡± We both gasp in mutual shock and pleasure. The feel of her inside me is cold but sweet like ice cream. ¡°So¡­ hot!¡± She says as she starts moving her hips. The slipperiness of her mer-cock¡¯s waterproof coating is better than top-notch lubricant. The tapered shape of her dick is unlike anything from my training dildo collection, giving me unique sensations. I lift my legs, changing the angle of her pration, and wrap them around her waist, locking my ankles behind her back. My hands go to her breasts while she uses her arms to prop herself up and control our pace. I massage her teardrop tits, adding to her pleasure without being distracting. We lie there, together, enjoying the moment, rocking against each other. Arie¡¯s eyes are closed. She¡¯s entirely focused on the feeling of my sheath on her dick, my skin on hers, and our mutual pleasure. Her expression, so intense, so yearning, riding the waves of cresting emotion and ecstasy, is heart-rending. There¡¯s no ce I¡¯d rather be than beneath my Arie¡¯s thrusting hips. I want her to cum. I want to have her daughter. This isn¡¯t a ravishing, or a monster fuck like with the teachers in ss or the Wolf Lord. No, on that rock at sea, Arie and I made love. Then we reach the point of no return. Her thrusting elerates. The heat in my loins intensifies. I can already feel we¡¯re going to climax together. Arie throws back her head, mouth open to sing her orgasm, and thest rays of sunset ignites her flowing red mane in a fiery halo as a tremendous wave crashes behind her. ¡°¡°Aaahhhnnn!!!¡±¡± I add my voice to hers in an overwhelming tsunami of pleasure. Instead of subsiding, this orgasm continues to teau as she thrusts deeper and deeper. She squirts something like precum on my cervix, and I feel myself dte enough for the tip to enter my uterus. Arie stops thrusting once fully inside me, but her whole body convulses. ¡°Alex!¡± Her stomach flutters as she falls to her forearms. Her head bows above me until our faces are inches apart. I study the mingled pain and exquisite pleasure on her features. My own orgasm doesn¡¯t stop, keeping me rigid while paroxysmic muscle twitches run along my thighs and arched spine. Then I feel the egg enter my tunnel entrance through the urethra of her mer-cock. The mermaid¡¯s ovipositor squeezes something the size of a bean up through my tunnel and directly into my uterus. ¡°Arie!¡± That final deposit pushes me over thest hump of my orgasm¡¯s teau. My body goes limp, twitching with aftershocks. My mermaid bride copses atop me. I embrace her with my arms as well as my legs. Her member slowly retreats from my love tunnel. Then we lie there as I release my leg¡¯s hold on her waist and rx. When she finally moves, it¡¯s to kiss me. Our lips part, and I smile. ¡°Still think I¡¯m faking?¡± Sheughs. ¡°Oh, Arie! Arie, fuck me! Harder! Yes! YESSS!¡± I throw my head around in mock-pleasure, teasing her with my terrible acting. ¡°Stop it!¡± She yfully ps my shoulder whileughing. ¡°I¡¯m a lying human that tricks every mermaid Ie across into impregnating me so I can abscond with her egg, never to be seen again!¡± Arie scoots down to kiss my tummy, where her daughter now resides. ¡°You¡¯ll visit often?¡± ¡°You have to let me go, first.¡± The mermaid buries her face in my belly to nuzzle me. I¡¯m a little ticklish and giggle at her attentions. ¡°I want to cuddle my human bride a little longer,¡± she says, testing thebel. ¡°That¡¯s fine. I want to cuddle my mermaid bride a bit more.¡± I brush her hair with my fingers while our eyes meet, gaging one another¡¯s affection. I think she sees in me what I see in her. ¡°You know I have to return to give birth. I¡¯m not raising my daughter in an aquarium!¡± Sheughs again, and we spend a few more minutes together as the sky darkens. 9. Day 2: Choices, Choices 9. Day 2: Choices, Choices Arie swims me to shore through terrifying ck waters. I¡¯d never have the will to cross this distance at night without her. There¡¯s an awkward moment after she pulls me to shore, and I stand on the beach where I look back, and she¡¯s staring at me like her heart¡¯s about to break. My shoulders slump as if I¡¯m disappointed she thought so little of me. ¡°Arie!¡± I say as I ssh into the surf to kneel before her and kiss the little mermaid farewell. Tears spill from her eyes as she hugs me tight. ¡°I¡¯ll watch for you from that rock at noon every day.¡± I brush red bangs turned ck by nightfall from her eyes. ¡°I can¡¯t promise I¡¯ll be here every day. It¡¯s dangerous for me no matter what I do, but I¡¯ll try to visit often.¡± She nods in understanding, though she clearly doesn¡¯t like it. This time, when we part, she¡¯s a bit more confident that I sincerely intend to return. ¡°Goodnight.¡± ¡°Goodnight, Alex.¡± Then she finally swims away. I sigh, knowing it¡¯ll be a rough night for me. I¡¯m already shivering from the cold and the night swim. I¡¯m standing here naked with no supplies. Thankfully, the Association gave us some survival training. I need cover, so I dig a hole. Not in the wet sand, but the dry sand further ind that¡¯s still a bit warm. I grab some sundried kelp to line the bottom, theny down and cover myself in kelp and sand to block the wind. I have to rely on my body heat and the instion of my makeshift shelter to survive.
Morninges, and I¡¯m not dead. I do feel shitty, though. I emerge from my itchy cocoon once the sun rises and warms the beach. A quick wash in the sea cleans me of all the filth, and then I dry myself in the sun. With that under control I can sit on a rock and look at my tattoo. I felt it change against night, and, sure enough, I can see more differences. The most striking one is the mark inside my uterus outline. I can literally see Arie¡¯s egg inside me. Well, it¡¯s ck tattoo ink outline. Still, it¡¯s almost as good as the ¡®ultrasound¡¯ ancient human medics used to have. I¡¯ve got a little jellybean inside me! So cute! Okay, what else is new? There¡¯s six marks now, and I can¡¯t read any of them. I tap a finger on a mark in frustration. To my shock, the tattoo moves beneath my touch. Some experimentation reveals my ¡®clockface¡¯ tattoo is more of a menu. Dragging marks into the middle expands them intonguage I can read. Here¡¯s what I learn. *The Wolf Lord¡¯s Toy ¨C Three Canine Marks!* *Harpy Lover ¨C Two Avian Marks!* *Mermaid Bride ¨C One Mer Mark!* The marks appear to be linked to ¡®achievements,¡¯ though the quality of said achievements appears to be dubious at best. Also, the number of marks per achievement seems to be linked to the monster¡¯s strength, obviously not the personal importance of said event. Further expanding the achievements gives me the following¡­ *Canine Marks ¨C Three* Wolf Nose Dire Wolf Nose Wolf Lord¡¯s Nose Wolf ws Dire Wolf ws Wolf Lord¡¯s ws Wolf Tail Dire Wolf Tail Wolf Lord¡¯s Tail Wolf Legs Dire Wolf Legs Wolf Lord¡¯s Legs Wolf Jaws Dire Wolf Jaws Wolf Lord¡¯s Jaws Wolf Cock Dire Wolf Cock Wolf Lord¡¯s Cock Wow. Okay, I¡¯m not getting a tutorial. The ¡®Dire¡¯ and ¡®Wolf Lord¡¯ options are greyed out. I can¡¯t select them. So, is this permanent, or¡­? I mean, the cock is staring me in the face. But, do I have to trade my pussy for it? Or are these bonus genitals? I take a deep breath. I¡¯m getting ahead of myself. First, let me take something I can live with if it is permanent. *Selected Wolf Nose!* My nasal cavity changes, and I¡¯m blown away by the many scents on the wind. This¡¯ll take some time to get used to. I chose this because it¡¯ll definitely help me survive. Both in searching for food and avoiding predators, enhanced senses can¡¯t be beaten! Exploring my face reveals no physical changes to my outer nose. My beauty is secure! ¡®Dire Wolf Nose¡¯ bes selectable. That answers one question. I try to undo the transformation but find it isn¡¯t possible. My chest tightens. That¡¯s one point for ¡®permanent.¡¯ Maybe it¡¯s time-rted? I can¡¯t go changing my selection willy-nilly, huh? For my second choice, the ws are very tempting. Survival would be easier with a natural weapon¡­ but I wouldn¡¯t be able to finger monster girls anymore!!! No, my priorities are in the correct order, thank you! *Selected Wolf Legs!* My body shifts as soon as I make my selection. From my knees down, I grow brown fur to match my hair. My bone structure changes, and sharp ws sprout from my new paws. Good, I¡¯m still bipedal. A little voice in my head screamed that I¡¯d go full wolf from this, but nope. If this is a permanent change, I can live with never having to shave my legs again. Hmm? Am I concerned the humans will confuse me for a monster girl? Oh, no! Julia, Jenny, I guess I¡¯ll just have to breed you with my Wolf Cock and see what kind of baby pops out! Heh, heh, heh¡­ ¡®Dire Wolf Legs¡¯ bes selectable. ¡®Wolf Rush¡¯ appears as an option. Oh! There are hidden choices! I can¡¯t just disregard the tail, huh? I¡¯ve got no idea how I¡¯ll get enough marks to fill out this list. My next choice is easy. *Selected Wolf Rush!* I could¡¯ve doubled down on the nose or legs, but this seemed smarter. The Wolf Cock option is taunting me with possibilities, but I just can¡¯t bring myself to risk it without certain assurances. I do need a birth canal for my daughter in nine months, you know! All the options turn grey. I¡¯ve made my bed. Time to lie in it. My instincts tell me I can activate Wolf Rush with intent. Setting a goal on the beach with my eyes, I use the skill. Energy shoots through my limbs as I sprint forward. I reach the goal in half the time but feel as if I¡¯ve run twice as far. A tradeoff, then. *Avian Marks ¨C Two* Harpy Sight Harpy Wings Harpy Tailfeathers Harpy Talons Harpy Lightweight Harpy Air Magic Interesting. So, the evolutions I¡¯ve ¡®met¡¯ in the carnal sense determine what is revealed? Also, Harpies evolve from Chicklin, like Henlins, but I don¡¯t have to spend a mark to upgrade through that level? I guess that¡¯s good for me. Doggins don¡¯t get a mention on the Canine list either. I wonder what options are hidden? Hmm, it looks like I¡¯ll need at least three marks to achieve real flight. That¡¯s definitely on my bucket list! *Selected Harpy Sight!* Enhanced senses. No brainer. My vision swims as I adjust to my new telescopic eyes. Alright, now this is a puzzler. ¡®Lightweight¡¯ or ¡®Air Magic?¡¯ On the one hand, I get to do fucking magic! On the other¡­ *Selected Harpy Lightweight!* A burden is lifted from me. I know, I know, Air Magic sounds awesome. But check this out. I hop in ce. First try, ten-foot vertical leap, no problem. Okay, maybe I identally do half a backflip andnd prone. It doesn¡¯t hurt though. Feels more like I fell one foot instead of ten. I try again, this time managing a straight up-and-down,nding on my feet. Yeah, that¡¯s the shit. Reduced falling damage. Increased jump height. Increased endurance. Increased eleration. Offense, defense, and evasion all in one ce. Fuck. Yes. Next, I try another Wolf Rush. My top speed is unchanged, but I reach it in a fraction of a second. The stamina cost drawback is also decreased. I¡¯m hardly winded. Overall, Harpy Lightweight plus Wolf Rush equals an impressive dash attack. Nice! *Mer Marks - One* Mermaid Sight Mermaid Gills Mermaid Fins Mermaid Depth Resistance Mermaid Water Magic Mermaid Ovipositor Mermaid Sight isn¡¯t selectable. So, I can¡¯t take two ¡®Sight¡¯ options simultaneously. Same for leg modifications, which exins why Harpy Talons weren''t selectable. It seems I have a simr situation to Harpy flight, probably needing between two and four marks to get anywhere underwater. Not that I¡¯d ever try that! The ocean is scary! Then there¡¯s the most tantalizing option¡­ Staring me right in the face¡­ But¡­ Arg!!! * Selected Mermaid Water Magic!* It¡¯s obviously the best option in a survival scenario. I lift a hand to confirm. With an exertion of will, I conjure a palmful of water. I taste it. Fresh and clean. Thank you, Arie! I¡¯ve already secured my first priority! Second is food. Now that¡¯s settled, I have a different kind of choice. Where am I supposed to go? I¡¯m not yet desperate for food, giving me a little leeway to investigate my surroundings. My stomach rumbles even as I have that thought. I should probably think about finding a reliable source of food and shelter. Thinking back, I had a good view of the area while airborne. Gale flew me over the Chatan Forest and dropped me in the gulf before Harpy Mountain. Part of me wants to stop everything and find Gale to apologize. I think I can rock climb with Lightweight pretty effectively. Maybe if I show up in her nest and offer myself, I can break through to her. The other part says storming a Harpy colony is stupid-dangerous. I¡¯m on the gulf¡¯s beach. If I go ind, I should find myself in arge field. I don¡¯t recall seeing any Taurine herds or Lambies. The tall grass may hide small and furry things though¡­ And my current kit is well-suited to running down prey in an open area. The Chatan Forest to the south separates me from the Human ins. I can see from here the beach ends in rocky cliffs looming over the water. If I tried to climb around there and fell, I¡¯dnd in the Kraken¡¯s territory. No way. East of the Chatan Forest are the Ogre Fen and Kennel Hills. I may be faster, but I¡¯m not yet confident in outrunning a Dire Wolf, so I¡¯ll stay away from there. Then there¡¯s the Eastern Desert. I have water conjuration now, so it¡¯s not as crazy an option as it was yesterday. The monsters there are probably a little more dangerous if I¡¯m feeling ambitious. I could scout the border before doubling back towards the sea in a ¡®V¡¯ shape. Between the Desert and Harpy Mountain is a Misty Grove that I didn¡¯t get a good look at. That¡¯s an option for future exploration, not today. It looked like the base of the mountain had some caves as well. That ce is probably littered with creepy crawlies. I¡¯m not afraid of bugs, though. I might be able to scavenge some mushrooms or something. I recall seeing a hut in the field. I don¡¯t know who lives there, but that¡¯s the surest shelter I can imagine! Probably food there too. I saw a brook flowing from the forest to the sea. Wild game needs fresh water, so I bet I¡¯ll find something to eat. Maybe fish. Might be a good ce to watch for interesting monsters. Which returns me to Chatan Forest. I still think it¡¯s a bad idea, but it¡¯s likely to have nuts, berries, and small animals. From what little I¡¯ve heard in town, I think it¡¯s mostly nt monsters there. Thinking it over, nothing strikes me as ¡®safe¡¯ except maybe the field, though Wolves and Orcs could appear anywhere. All my options have potential dangers. I¡¯ll have to go with my gut. 10. The Hut 10. The Hut The answer was pretty obvious once I thought about it. The hut probably has everything I need in one stop. There¡¯s a chance it¡¯s empty, but more than likely, someone who knows what they¡¯re doing lives there. Maybe a human or a monster that can defend their im. Hopefully, they¡¯re willing to share, but I can likely escape a hostile homesteader with my Wolf Rush dash. I scale the sandy hills of the beach until I reach the field. Tall grass stretches from the base of the Harpy Mountain to the edge of the Chatan Forest and its brook. A check with my Harpy Sight allows me to spot several grass nests visible from here among the rocky craigs high above, but I can¡¯t see their contents from this angle. Wading through grass high as my chest doesn¡¯t slow me much; my Lightweight mark has me almost floating from step to step. My Wolf Nose catches all sorts of interesting scents as I travel. This new sense lets me detect the dozens of invisible trails I cross in passing. I imagine second and third-tier noses would give me additional information, but what I have is already impressive. The field is home to several monster types. There¡¯s an immature species that¡¯s the evolution base equivalent of a Doggin, Chicklin, or Bovine. I detect three mouse-type evolutions, a bunny-type, and something else. While the rodentse in male and female, the evolution I¡¯m struggling to identify has an exclusively musty, masculine odor. I stay away from thetter for now. As for the rodents¡­ hunting prey is appealing, but I keep my goal in mind. Heading in the hut¡¯s general direction, I climb a gentle slope to the top of a small hill. Standing here gives me an excellent view of the surroundings with my Harpy Sight. The brook is long and meandering, forming several pools along its length. I see a slick shape disturb the water¡¯s surface after a few minutes of observation. Turning my gaze to the forest, I find the tree line disappointingly barren of edibles. However, my eyes can prate a few dozen yards before shade dims my sight. A plethora of tantalizing fruits, berries, and nuts dangle just out of reach within the forest¡¯s confines. It¡¯s almost as if the forest is tempting me to fully enter beneath its canopy. A grey blur attracts my attention to the east. Focusing my Harpy Sight reveals the culprit to be a Dire Wolf. I crouch down on instinct, only to feel foolish a momentter. I¡¯m miles away! This new vision is amazing at spotting threats before they¡¯re remotely close. The wolf is sniffing the ground, searching for something, and headed vaguely in my direction. Is this a routine hunt? No, the wolf is going at it with abnormal intensity. Maybe it¡¯s one of the two that caught me yesterday, upset I got away. Why they would hold a grudge, I¡¯m not sure. Theck of a bulge between her hind legs says she¡¯s the female. While the field isrge, and I¡¯m not afraid of being spotted at a distance, I know I should stay on the move. It¡¯s a matter of time before I¡¯m scented and hunted. I put off worrying for now. The threat isn¡¯t immediate, so I have time to make it to the hut and decide where to go from there. Spotting my destination from the hilltop is easy. I orient myself and return to crossing the field. The next time I stumble across a trail, I stop to get a better whiff. These pheromones are doing a number on my system. It¡¯s a mature bunny. I smell a Y chromosome, but their personal aroma screams, ¡®little bitch.¡¯ There must be a little wolf in me now because I¡¯m salivating at the thought of running down this delectable morsel. Their fear-scent is driving me wild. No, I have a mission. Hut first. I¡¯m not easily distracted! Another few minutes of walking pass before I hear the screech of an avian predator. Scanning the sky, I spot a falling feathery missile. Someone screams as itnds, and then the voice cuts out. Zooming in reveals a massive shape hunched over the grass. She has a vulture head, an enormous wingspan, and disgusting drooping granny tits. That has to be a monstrous Harpy evolution. I can¡¯t imagine Gale turning into such a terrifying sky beast, and yet¡­ The evolved Harpy pecks at something, lifts her head, and swallows. I glimpse a pair of legs and a mouse tail before they disappear down her gullet. I shiver in horror. Not even the field is safe. Then I duck as the vulture¡¯s head swings my way. I crouch in the tall grass for long minutes before I see the evolved Harpy ascend into the sky and fly away. It takes me a bit topose myself. This is my life. Monsters are everywhere. No ce is safe. I got a few magical marks and almost forgot God Beasts exist. And that wasn¡¯t even a God Beast! I¡¯ll need a lot more power before I¡¯m safe from Dire Wolves, let alone that evolved Harpy. Fighting a third-tier toe-to-toe is a long way off. My heart rate stabilizes. I stop fear-sweating. Shake it off! Rising to my feet, I resolve to reach the hut without further sidetracks.
It¡¯s a thankfully short trek to the hut at this point. I have my eye on the sky the whole way but don¡¯t see another Harpy. The grass parts before me, revealing a humble homestead. There¡¯s a well and a small garden growing potatoes, tomatoes, beans, peppers, and carrots. Someone has to be here to keep it in order, and now I know they have food! I sniff around the area to determine who lives here. I¡¯m immediately struck with a powerful unpleasant odor that blocks my Wolf Nose! A quick inspection reveals the scent ising from a strange mintlike nt growing in a circle around the hut. Pinching my nose, I cross the line of nts to approach the front door. A test whiff shows the smell isn¡¯t as strong here. My supernatural ability is disabled, but at least I can breathe. Bonus win for me: I think whoever lives here uses the nts to prevent Dire Wolf Incursions! I can only imagine how bad the smell must be to a second-tier wolf¡¯s nose. Mustering my resolve, I knock on the door. I hear shuffling inside. Good, someone is home! Then the door opens. ¡°Hello?¡± a messy Goblin asks. Her ck hair is a disheveled mess, her smock has many mysterious stains, and she has a leather pouch desperately clutched in one powder-covered hand like a talisman. ¡°Hi,¡± I say, smiling at her with a finger wave. She scans me from head to toe, herrge yellow eyes getting wider by the second as her gazends on my naked breasts, groin, wolf legs, and tummy tattoo. She looks like a fisherman whonded the local legend. Her nostrils re, and after gulping audibly, she¡­ ms the door in my face??? I hear scrambling inside, some things spilling, others crashing. The door opens again. ¡°Wee, human,¡± the Goblin greeting me in honeyed tones is like a different person from before. Her short hair is finger-slicked back to leave her eyes and ears unimpeded. The dirty smock is gone, reced with a rope-belted robe that hints at a knockout figure beneath. Her hands are damp as if freshly washed and shaken dry. She has dark green skin and huge pointy ears that double the width of her face. A single golden hoop earring dangles on her left, and she¡¯s wearing a pair of wire-rim spectacles with a cracked right lens. Her finger and toenails are long and sharp, reminding me she¡¯s a dangerous monster girl despite her diminutive size. The Goblin stands three feet tall, or as the guys in town say, dick-sucking height. In my case, pussy-eating height. I think she reads what¡¯s going through my head because her smile deepens as she steps back to unblock the door. ¡°Come in.¡± That voice again. Not the voice of a temptress, still high pitched and nasal like most Goblins, but lower and smoother than any of the species I recall. It tickles me in a fun way. This Goblin is much prettier than Winny and miles cuter than Skish. She has confidence in her heavy-lidded yellow gaze that I¡¯ve never seen in a Goblin before. ¡°Sorry for the intrusion,¡± I say as I enter. It¡¯s why I¡¯m here, after all. The hut is a mess. I wouldn¡¯t have expected great housekeeping from a Goblin, but this is something else. I see papers yellow with age bestrewn over every surface, pouches coated in various powders, a cutting board, dried herbs hanging from the ceiling, scattered cutlery, a cauldron in the firece, a wooden stool, animal bones tied together with twine, jars of pickled vegetables, wood-carved runes, a bucket of water, sacks of beans, and a grass-stuffed mattress. Atop a table stands a hodgepodge of kludged together parts, including a teakettle, a trumpet, mason jars, and amp, forming a strange device. I btedly realize this is a human-sized hut with human-sized furniture as the Goblin girl stands on the stool to clear a spot on the corner of the table. She bends over to grab an empty teapot, and I¡¯m given a veiled view of the roundest, softest booty I¡¯ve ever seen. ¡°Tea?¡± I swallow and clear my throat. ¡°Yes, please.¡± The Goblin girl pours the bucket¡¯s contents into the teapot and then sets the empty pail upended on the floor. She extends a hand to show I¡¯m meant to take this as my chair. I sit on the overturned bucket as she fishes down some of the hanging herbs with a hook on a pole. ¡°My name is Alex.¡± She freezes in ce as she¡¯s dumping the herbs in the teapot. ¡°Gabby.¡± Resuming motion, she sets the teapot on the table and scrounges around for two mismatched teacups. ¡°Gabby?¡± She hasn¡¯t struck me as particrly talkative. ¡°It¡¯s a long story.¡± She proceeds to tell me anyway. ¡°Bruke alwaysined about how I talked his ear off about monster evolution requirements, lost history, the origin of monsters, and human inventions. None of the other Gobbos were interested, but I needed to talk it out with someone, right? Why we¡¯re here, where we came from, what our purpose is? All that?¡± She pours the tea. ¡°Anyway, that¡¯s how I got the name.¡± ¡°I never really thought much about those things,¡± I say as I pick up my cup. ¡°Growing up, I was sort of focused on bing a Tamer.¡± ¡°A what?¡± I sniff the beverage, though my superhuman senses are still muted. ¡°Is this tea drugged?¡± Bringing up my upation reminds me of my Association training. I can¡¯t help but question any food or drink offered to me by a monster girl. ¡°Oh my, yes.¡± We both stare at one another. Me speechless; her as if I¡¯ve stated the tantly obvious. 11. Apprentice (R-18) 11. Apprentice (R-18) ¡°You drugged my tea?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Gabby replies as if it¡¯s the most natural thing in the world. ¡°You¡¯re a human, and I¡¯m just a little Gobbo. How else am I supposed to stop you from escaping?¡± I point at her fingers on her teacup. ¡°You could threaten me with your ws.¡± ¡°And damage your soft skin like a savage? The very idea!¡± I can¡¯t help it. I fail to stifle a giggle at her indignation that I suggested a Goblin use her sharp nails. Her eyes ze over behind her wire-rim spectacles for a moment as she listens to meugh and watches me smile. I swear, I never knew I had this effect on monster girls! ¡°Why didn¡¯t you just lie to me?¡± Gabby snaps out of it and frowns. ¡°You¡¯d have found out when you awoke, and then where would we be? How could you trust me after that?¡± I¡¯m not angry; I¡¯m actually enjoying the verbal repartee. ¡°How can I trust you, now? You tried to drug me.¡± ¡°Obviously, you can trust me because I¡¯m honest.¡± ¡°Then why drug me in the first ce?¡± Gabby opens her mouth to speak, then closes it. She tries again but remains silent. Then she takes a sip of her tea and sets the cup on the table. After a few seconds of contemtion, she finally responds, ¡°I suppose this is what they call a difference in ¡®cultural norms.¡¯ All anyone talks about in Ogre Fen is raiding Kennel Hills and capturing humans. Everyone knows humans are the most enjoyable sex partner species, whether male or female. ¡°A traditional rtionship for us would be an Orc or Goblin and their captive spouse, with a human being a sign of prestige. I never considered the other side of it. Please understand I wouldn¡¯t have treated you badly! I never intended to harm you¡­¡± ¡°I think I¡¯m starting to understand, and I believe you,¡± I say. ¡°But didn¡¯t it ur to you that the lost and naked human on your doorstep might be more than willing to trade favors for sex?¡± She blushes a darker shade of green and her spectacles fog. ¡°Oh, my.¡± ¡°Let¡¯s start again.¡± No harm, no foul. ¡°Hello, my name is Alex. I¡¯m a Monster Tamer, and I¡¯m lost.¡± Gabby cleans her spectacles on her robe before redonning them. ¡°Yes, alright. Hello, Alex. I¡¯m Gabby the Goblin Apprentice. I live here in this abandoned hut I found. What¡¯s a Monster Tamer?¡± A second-tier Goblin! No wonder she has more confidence than the Goblins in my hometown. ¡°Let me go first since you tried to drug me. What¡¯s a Goblin Apprentice? Do you have a master?¡± ¡°I thought we were starting over?¡± ¡°We are. I¡¯m just having fun with you,¡± I say and take her hand in mine. She twitches as if suppressing the instinct to retract the limb. Her hands and feet are ever so slightlyrger on her frame than expected from a human her size, but still small in mine, distinctly feminine in shape, and her skin is soft to my touch. ¡°V-very well. I have no master; ¡®Apprentice¡¯ is simply a title. I think it makes me smarter¡­ or it¡¯s felt that way since I evolved. Mostly I¡¯m grateful it locks me out of the Orc, Ogre, and Hobgoblin evolutionary branches. What¡¯s a Monster Tamer?¡± I giggle, and Gabby¡¯s gaze zes again. ¡°Persistent, are we?¡± I stand, her hand still in mine. ¡°This seat is ufortable; let¡¯s move to the bed.¡± ¡°Y-yes. Certainly.¡± We sit side by side on the mattress. Her eye level is much closer to my nipples this way, and she struggles to avoid staring as she blushes prettily all the way to the tips of her ears. ¡°After the copse of civilization and the dark ages, humanity decided to live in harmony with the monsters. Tamers are humanity¡¯s ambassadors; their job is to show monsters the advantages of standing alongside humans.¡± I run a finger along the length of her pointy ear. She shivers beneath my touch. ¡°So, tell me why a pretty, capable, evolved Goblin like you is out here on her own?¡± I wouldn¡¯t have thought Bruke would allow her to leave despite being an annoyance. ¡°I may have be a bit¡­ obsessed, after my evolution.¡± ¡°You talked their ears off?¡± ¡°Well, yes. And then¡­ feeding other Gobbos mysterious substances was one thing. They kicked me out when I started experimenting on them.¡± At least she seems a little embarrassed. ¡°I swear I only set one Goblin on fire. Sadly, he didn¡¯t evolve into anything interesting.¡± ¡°You know humans don¡¯t evolve, right?¡± I need to make this clear to ensure my health! Gabby nces at my wolf legs and tummy tattoo, starving with curiosity. ¡°This is the fault of some weird monster! I get the marks you see after¡­ interacting with monsters. Then I spend them on new abilities and transformations. I¡¯m still figuring out the system.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve never heard of anything like it!¡± I can tell by the way she¡¯s studying me she wants to do a different kind of ¡®experimenting.¡¯ ¡°What¡¯s all the equipment for?¡± I point at the contraption on the table, not quite done learning about my potential partner. She distractedly nces in that direction and answers, ¡°I¡¯m attempting to initiate my next evolution.¡± I love a woman with ambition! ¡°Some of the evolutionary trigger descriptions are a bit vague, a few have multiple avenues, and others were left nk. The requirements for my next stage are regrettably beyond my current means. My only recourse is to bumble along until something works.¡± Somehow, she evaded a literal answer to my question! And what¡¯s this about ¡®descriptions?¡¯ No matter, that can wait. I feel like the suspense has gone on long enough. I put my hand on her thigh, and she startles. ¡°So, Gabby, what kind of rtionship are you interested in?¡± ¡°R-r-rtionship?¡± ¡°Oh, you know, friends with benefits, fuck buddies, fucquaintances, coituspanions¡­ what kind of role did you imagine me ying?¡± ¡°R-roleying¡­? Ah, well, I always thought, if I had a human woman, she could warm my bed while I provide her with food, shelter, and protection from monsters. I¡¯d miss not having children, but it¡¯s been a warm,forting fantasy of mine for many years.¡± She wants me to be her ¡®kept woman?¡¯ Or I can take this in another direction¡­ ¡°Why, Miss Gabby, it seems like you¡¯re interested in something we humans call ¡®marriage.¡¯¡± ¡°M-marriage?!?¡± Her huge, soulful eyes widen as if I¡¯ve struck a chord. ¡°It sounds so official! Is there a special ritual?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± I suppose that¡¯s true. ¡°One partner presents the object of their affection with a love-token to keep with them at all times that disys their bond to the world.¡± Gabby absorbs my exnation, rapt with attention. Then her gaze drifts as if reliving a memory while her hand rises to her earring. ¡°This belonged to my mother. She was human. Such a kind, wonderful person. It¡¯s all I have to remember her by.¡± I don¡¯t inquire, as I know how dangerous a ce the Wilds can be. After removing the earring, Gabby hands it to me. ¡°W-will you be mine, human Alex?¡± I turn the piece of jewelry over in my palm. It¡¯s heavy, as if I hold the little Goblin girl¡¯s heart. ¡°I have a Mermaid¡¯s child inside me. She saved my life from a Kraken, then helped me to shore after¡­¡± Gabby nods in understanding. ¡°She must care about you a lot if she let you go.¡± I smile. ¡°I¡¯d like to visit Arie often.¡± ¡°You crossed Fuzzy Field once on those wolfish legs. You can do it again.¡± ¡°I have responsibilities as a Tamer, and I need to learn about the magic of these marks.¡± My fingers brush the tattoo on my tummy. ¡°You¡¯ll warm my bed at night, though?¡± I grin this time. ¡°You¡¯re an understanding little Goblin. I thought they were greedier.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll have you know I¡¯m very greedy in bed!¡± ¡°I look forward to pleasing my greedy Goblin,¡± I say as I slip the ring onto my finger. Gabby¡¯s mother must have worn it as a ring because it¡¯s perfectly sized for a woman¡¯s hand. Gabby blushes her darkest shade of green yet. ¡°I have¡­ a human! I¡¯m married to a woman!¡± She speaks as if she stumbled upon a massive treasury, and it¡¯s doing wonders for my ego! I push her t on the bed. ¡°Now, it¡¯s time to consummate our bond.¡± Her yellow eyes widen, and she says, ¡°I haven¡¯t bathed in days!¡± I burst outughing as Gabby slips out from beneath me, speaking in a rush as she runs for the door, ¡°Don¡¯t-go-anywhere-I¡¯ll-be-right-back!¡± My little Goblin girl is not an average specimen. If I¡¯d had the time and opportunity to proposition Skish, I¡¯m sure that monster girl would¡¯ve started riding my mouth in seconds, regardless of how many loads she¡¯d taken there earlier in the day. I doubt most Goblins in Ogre Fen bathe more than once a month. While I am appreciative of Gabby¡¯s consideration even though my Wolf Nose is dmissioned, I¡¯m not one who easily tolerates waiting. I follow my newlywed lover outside. There¡¯s an overhang above the well and a few trellis walls growing peas surrounding the area, so we¡¯re not entirely exposed. Gabby cranks the winch¡¯s handle with some difficulty. It¡¯s not sized for her, so she¡¯s using her whole body to make each rotation. More importantly, she¡¯s disrobed and cast her clothes aside. My naked Goblin wife is th! She¡¯s a curvy girl with broad hips, arge bust, sulent, thick thighs, and a round, jiggling ass. Her breasts are no bigger than oranges, but enormous on her tiny frame; a human with her figure would be sporting G-cups. The squeaking winch masks my approach until I loom over her from behind. ¡°Allow me.¡± ¡°Eep!¡± Gabby yelps as I take the handle from her grasp. It¡¯s a cute noise made by a cute girl, making me eager to hear her make all sorts of noises. A few rotations more, and I have a bucket full of water. I upend it over myself, washing away the remnant salt of the sea and sweat from my travels as Gabby scrunches her face at me in a pout. ¡°I¡¯m the one who was dirty¡­¡± ¡°And now I¡¯m all wet.¡± I throw out this yful double entendre with a mischievous smile. ¡°But I have one spot that¡¯s still dirty,¡± I say as I widen my stance and part myher lips with one hand. Gabby¡¯s yellow eyes dte as her mouth parts in anticipation. ¡°It¡¯s alright if I¡­?¡± Leaning my lower back against the well, I slowly gyrate my hips in answer. She¡¯s the perfect height to stand beneath me and kiss the flower between my legs. Her body tenses as my human vor awakens her monstrous instincts like catnip, making her drunk with lust. Water droplets trickle from my limbs and hair onto her as she tastes me for the first time. I love the scene so much that I decide to add a little re. With an effort of will and focus, I use my Water Magic to conjure a levitating sphere of water above us. Gabby is too absorbed with my taste and aroma to indulge the part of her brain that gets excited about magic. Instead, she begins experimenting with her lips and tongue on my petals. Her somewhat clumsy but sincere attempts at pleasuring me are all very much appreciated. ¡°That¡¯s good,¡± I say, reveling in the sensation of her sucking mybia inside her mouth. Her tongue traces the rim of my honey tunnel. ¡°We¡¯re in no rush.¡± I relinquish a trickle of control over the water sphere to drip its contents over us in a gentle shower. My hands find the Goblin girl¡¯s head, run through her hair, massage her scalp, and rub the base of her ears. Our eyes meet, and she manages a contented smile despite having half her face buried in my muff. ¡°Mmm, mph.¡± She seems to enjoy the drizzle of water and the attention of my fingers, making gratified sounds even as I grip her scalp and press her hard against my core. Her lips mash against my clit. I feel her hands grasp my ass for bnce. My hips roll on her open mouth, and I arch my spine. This is bliss: a curvy monster girl servicing me during a warm shower. I feel at peace. This is what I¡¯ve wanted since I first learned about Tamers. I¡¯m far from my parents and town, but this could be a new home. The orgasm catches me off guard. I was simply that rxed. ¡°Ahn!¡± Gabby greedily guzzles my juices as I cum. I stand there, trembling, while her tongue thrashes in my channel. When the pleasure is too intense, I yank her off me by the hair. She stands there, head back, gaping mouth catching raindrops as her tongue lolls lewdly. ¡°Fuck.¡± My need bursts into me, and I push the Goblin girl supine in the grass. Iy atop her as we interlock our thighs. Our cores rub against each other¡¯s silken skin. Her arms wrap around my lower back and my tits flop on her head as we move together. The forey stokes our mes higher, and I slide down her body until our faces meet. We share a first kiss here naked on the grass while it rains on a sunny day. We embrace one another as our tongues touch, and she grinds her core against my hip. I slide lower to find her green melons. Deep green nubbin tips top the two towering tits. I take one in each hand and squeeze while sampling each nipple. Gabby bites her lip and groans as I go back and forth, suckling on her breasts. Going lower still, I pause to appreciate my small lover¡¯s tummy. She has the fertile belly of a matron goddess with supple love handles. When I press my face into her yielding middle, she sits up to return my earlier favor by rubbing my scalp with her fingers. These little gestures of affection strengthen the budding bond between us. We both want this. Arriving at herhers, I spread her legs wide. I¡¯m greeted by a puffy pussy with lovely, ruffledbia. Her musk hits even my dulled sense of smell despite the rain washing away the majority of her scent. ¡°I told you I needed a wash¡­ Goblins have a strong natural odor.¡± I swallow a mouthful of saliva. ¡°Didn¡¯t you know, Gabby? Modern humans have adapted to monsters and bred with them for generations. Your aroma is practically an aphrodisiac.¡± I dive on her cunt with abandon as water slicks our bodies. I eat at her hungrily, devouring her taste and running my tongue across her lower lips over and over. She smooshes me between her soft thighs. She arches and thrusts against me. My eyes drift up to see the gorgeous Goblin¡¯s pleasure-wracked expression of joyous agony through the cleavage of her luscious mountains. The vor on my tongue is heavy yet tangy with exotic undertones like a full-bodied wine. It¡¯s a vor that will be indelibly imprinted on my brain. A vor I will savor every night. The rainwater makes her softness squishy, and my hands take the opportunity to feel her from smooth thigh to ample bosom. I sink my fingers into her tofu-soft middle. I drink the water running down her belly even as I suckle herbia and tongue her clit. ¡°Ahh!¡± I¡¯m d I kept my human fingers because I amplify my Goblin lover¡¯s pleasure by inserting a digit to stir her honeypot. ¡°Ahn!¡± Curling my finger while circling her clit with my tongue elicits a powerful reaction. Gabby arches her hips high, trembling all over as she silently begs me for more. A second finger finishes her. ¡°Alex!!!¡± Her juices gush onto my hand as Gabby convulses in orgasm. I relish her quivering quim pulsating around my fingers and her cute, scrunched climax-face. *Married the Goblin Apprentice ¨C Two Goblinoid Marks!* *Goblinoid Marks ¨C Two* Goblin Ears Goblin Gut Goblin Nails Goblin Stature Goblin Cock Goblin Apprentice Fast Learner Goblin Apprentice Quick Study Goblin Apprentice Summon Spectacles I notice a small clickable option next to Goblin Stature. *Temporarily use a Goblinoid Mark to undo a current Body Mark so you can equip Goblin Stature?* Finally! This is what I¡¯ve been waiting for. ¡®Temporarily,¡¯ huh? Now the pendulum swings away from ¡®permanent body modifications.¡¯ If I wanted, it seems like I could undo my Wolf Legs or Nose, for example. The efficiency is bad if it costs two marks, though. But this is the excuse I needed! Because¡­ I can grab a certain new appendage and, even in the worst case where it reces my current equipment, I can undo itter. *Selected Goblin Cock!* ¡°Gabby, you and I are about to have a lot of fun.¡± 12. Greedy Goblin (R-18) 12. Greedy Goblin (R-18) Spoiler Anilingus [copse] ¡°Oh, my! That¡¯s¡­?¡± Gabby¡¯srge yellow eyes go wide as she beholds my new member. My clitoris swells, erges, and darkens. The green-skinned appendage sprouts from the top of my vulva into a six-inch fleshy rod. It most resembles a human penis in appearance. Its size is on the low end of the monster spectrum, if slightly above average for ancient humans, depending on where in the world they¡¯re from. In other words, its most impressive feature would be seeing it on a Goblin¡¯s three-foot-tall frame. Which I have, both in textbooks and in person. My hometown had mixed bathing for families that my parents and I often visited. While sex in the baths is frowned upon, things like nursing in public and seeing monster penises are a fact of life. Genitals aren¡¯t considered inherently sexual in town, a view simr to ancient human nudist colonies. Some monsters have serious practical issues with clothes, after all. Anyway, sess! All my concerns about losing my birth canal were unfounded. That means there¡¯s no reason not to have my cock of choice deployed at all times. ¡°A new Mark from our interaction,¡± I say as I stand. Her gaze is glued to me as if hypnotized by my swinging thing. ¡°D-does it¡­ is it fully functional?¡± I smile down at her. ¡°Care to find out?¡± With great enthusiasm, Gabby gets to her feet and puts her hands on my waist for bnce. Rain from my levitating water sphere gently showers us as we position ourselves. She marvels at my member while sniffing at the tip. Apparently, it¡¯s a good smell because she extends her tongue to lick the bead of precum forming on my tip. She shivers as her eyes dte further. ¡°It looks Goblinoid, but you taste 100% human.¡± She says my species name the way I might name a top-notch luxury product. ¡°Makes me wonder what our child will be.¡± My words are the final straw, pushing her blush to an incandescent glow. Gabby closes her eyes as she puts her lips on my tip. The warmth is fantastic. Her face slides down my length slowly. Hot saliva coats my shaft and dribbles onto mybia. I lean against the well for support as my legs quiver. Then she pulls away in a sensual stroke before plunging her tight lips to my base again. While a basic technique, it¡¯s nheless effective. Goblins have no gag reflex, so this disys her natural talent rather than skill. Each repetition is sweet agony. I¡¯d no idea males are this sensitive! My hands clench into fists as I withhold my climax for as long as possible. Her movements be faster, more forceful. I feel my tip enter her throat, and she swallows around me. My legs shake with pleasure. Her blissful yellow eyes open and lock with mine. Seeing her smile while kissing my crotch sends me over the edge. She senses my inner muscles contracting and withdraws to the tip, taking my first rope of cum onto her tongue. Then she opens her mouth wide and closes her eyes as I spurt all over her face. Strings of white cover her nose, eyelids, spectacles, and forehead. Cum drips into her gaping mouth as she rolls my load around with her tongue. She daintily removes her spectacles and licks every speck of white from them. Her finger catches each bit of frosting on her face, wiping every drop on her hungry tongue. After swallowing my seed in a single gluttonous gulp, Gabby opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue to show nothing went to waste. I lift the little Goblin in my arms. She throws her arms around my neck as we kiss. I taste the salty remnants of my vor on her tongue. With a rxation of will, I release the sphere of water to fully drench us in our embrace. My hands caress her form while shooting magically conjured water from my palms to wash every trace of grime from her crevices. ¡°Mmm, Alex¡­¡± She moans as I spray herhers and rear, the pressure pleasing on her genitals. This is fun! I¡¯ll have to remember this technique forter. Water Magic seems super top-tier! We make our way inside, breasts mashing together, her legs gripping my waist, and my hands on her soft seat. I throw her on the bed, dripping wet. She sprawls on the straw mattress, heavy breasts heaving with deep breaths, spread legs putting her pussy¡¯s ruffledbia on full disy. ¡°How do you want me?¡± The submission I hear in the monster maiden¡¯s voice restores my erection in seconds. Time to indulge in some deep-seated fantasies! ¡°Ass in the air.¡± Gabby obediently rolls onto her belly and kneels with her legs hip distance apart, face and chest pressed into the mattress. I gulp. An epic butt is before me, freshly cleaned and bare. A put a hand on each cheek, fingers sinking deep into her flesh, and spread her ass. I find a little green rosebud there, bereft of hair. ¡°A-Alex, w-what are you looking at?¡± The trepidation in her voice tells me Gabby has never done anal y before. I doubt a Goblin¡¯s sexual education includes much besides reproduction. Meanwhile, staring at this Goblin¡¯s sulent ass is doing incredible things to my brain. I thrust my face between her round buttocks. My tongue traces from her perineum, across her anus, and up along her crack. Then I kiss and suck on each of her doughy ass cheeks. ¡°Alex?!? T-that ce is¡­ Ahn!¡± I spear her pucker with my tongue, causing Gabby to convulse with pleasure as her secret tunnel is gently vited by a slippery invader. My fingers find her honey tunnel and slip inside. Two fingers rubbing her insides while I rim her asshole makes her tremble. ¡°Yes, please, keep going!¡± I wouldn¡¯t dream of stopping. My fingertips find her G-spot and curl to hit her pleasure point. My tongue never ceases licking, rubbing, and caressing her most delicate, tender, and sensitive areas. ¡°Ah! Ah!! Alex!!!¡± Gabby copses into a quivering mess. Her insides spasm, gripping my fingers and tongue. I fall with her, squeezing my arms around bounteous buttocks, and continue plundering her backdoor. Eventually, I subside, though it¡¯s due more to my raging erection than boredom. Her love tunnel is soaked with feminine juices. I rise to my knees behind her and rub my shaft along her vulva to cover myself in her liquid love. Slick and ready, I align myself with her entrance and push inside. ¡°Ahh-ahn!¡± The little Goblin Apprentice is so tight on my shaft! ¡°Is this your first time?¡± I¡¯m a bit surprised, as Goblins aren¡¯t prudish or hostile to Goblin/Goblin rtionships, as far as I¡¯m aware. ¡°I¡­ was never popr in the Ogre Fen,¡± she admits, voice breathy as she adjusts to the insertion. ¡°Too focused on my¡­ studies. I¡¯ve only¡­ done it¡­ with a couple of Gobbo girls.¡± ¡°Then I¡¯ll happily take this ¡®first,¡¯¡± I say as I bury my length fully inside her. Gabby¡¯s hot honeypot rxes after the initial pration. Each thrustes easily, her tunnel velvet on my rod as I slide in and out. My pelvis pounds the green pillows of her buttocks as I ce my hands on either side of her head for leverage. ¡°Ah-ah-ah-ah-ahn!¡± She grunts with each impact. Pressure builds in my core each second I spend inside her. Sweat beads all over my body as I work, rolling my hips and thrusting by instinct. I never thought to go to the male sex education sses! I¡¯ll have to learn everything the hard way through experience. However, this is my first time with my new cock in a vagina! It isn¡¯t so easy to hold myself back when she feels this good! I can sense my explosive release nearing by the second. ¡°Gabby, I¡¯m cumming!¡± ¡°Ahn! Cum inside, Alex. I need to start working on my Matriarch requirements.¡± I can¡¯t spare the brain cells to analyze her response when all my blood has gone south. All I heard was permission! Instead, I abandon all restraint to pump my Goblin wife for all I¡¯m worth. My thrustse at a frantic pace that rushes both of us to climax. ¡°Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhn!!!¡± I blow my load deep within her, liberally coating her cervix with cum. A wave of fatigue and satisfaction washes over me as I expend myself in several more spurts. I stir to withdraw myself, but she stops me. ¡°Don¡¯t leave. I want to stay like this a while. You feel good inside me, and your breasts feel nice on my back.¡± I chuckle as I settle in atop her. I gather her arms in mine, and we cuddle there spooning while my erection slowly detes. Then I feel new burning lines etching themselves onto my tummy. *Impregnation Sessful ¨C One Male Breeder Mark!* *Breeder Marks - One!* Paternal Malleability I Paternal Inheritance I Paternal Seminal Control Paternal Seminal Potency Partner Tracker ¡°Malleability? As in, it increases one¡¯s aptitude or ability to change, specifically in a masculine context?¡± We¡¯re sitting next to one another on the bed while enjoying the afterglow. ¡°You can read them too?¡± I ask, astonished she can understand the tattoos on my belly. Gabby adjusts her sses. ¡°These spectacles can trante any writing.¡± Oh, they are magic. I was wondering why they were on the list of Goblinoid Marks. ¡°Nice. Anyway, that was going to be my first pick¡­ unless you want me to take Inheritance for the baby.¡± ¡°I suppose I¡¯m already pregnant¡­¡± Gabby puts a hand on her tummy while wearing an incredibly satisfied expression. ¡°I can¡¯t guess what effect it¡¯ll have on this child inside me. Besides, we have nine months to experiment. Take whatever grabs your interest.¡± Yeah, I suppose if the first Breeder Mark was this easy to obtain, I shouldn¡¯t be too stingy with them. *Paternal Malleability I Selected!* *Cock Menu¡­* Wolf Cock Mermaid Ovipositor Goblin Cock Even when I return to the ¡®main menu¡¯ of my tattoo, I can reselect this set of options. That means I should be able to change my equipment at least once if the ¡®I¡¯ is to be believed. I see Goblin Cock is underscored to show I have it equipped. Nice. ¡°That¡¯s wonderful!¡± Gabby says. ¡°You¡¯ve given your wife so many new toys on our first day of marriage! Let¡¯s test out that Wolf Cock.¡± She grabs the thing between my legs and pumps me vigorously while salivating. ¡°Another round, already?¡± I ask. I¡¯ve cum twice in the past few minutes; at least a few hours of rest would¡¯ve been nice. ¡°If you¡¯re tired, I can be on top. You should be good for three or four more rounds that way, right?¡± ¡°Gabby, it¡¯s the middle of the day!¡± ¡°Exactly. I need something to tide me over until tonight.¡± ¡°It¡¯s lunchtime. I¡¯m hungry.¡± ¡°I¡¯m fine with you eating while I do all the work.¡± Fuck. This greedy little Goblin! I can¡¯t believe I¡¯m arguing against sex! ¡°Fine.¡±
In this way, I end up having my first pregnant sex experience while having a meal of fried wild bird eggs and pickled vegetables. ¡°Hurry up and switch to the Wolf Cock!¡± I can understand her despite the words sounding more like ¡®Mmm mm hmm mmph Hmm Mph!¡¯ with her mouth stuffed full of Goblin dick. I¡¯m sitting on the bed trying to get all my calories from cucumber while she¡¯s working me up to another erection kneeling between my legs. ¡°At least wait until I find out how often the Marks recharge! I¡¯m not spending my Malleability except in an emergency until then.¡± She grips my member in her sharp Goblin teeth and growls. The normally reserved girl disys her monstrous heritage when I withhold treats forter. ¡°Don¡¯t threaten your new favorite toy!¡± Our first fight. How cute!
¡°Gimme Wolf Cock!¡± Gabby says while riding my dick in cowgirl position. I found a handful of beans to chew on; that¡¯s good protein. ¡°No.¡± The way she bounces on me, hips mming onto my crotch while what look like G-cup tits jiggle and her hands massage my breasts, has me cumming again in short minutes. ¡°Ahn!!! Alex!¡±
I get a short break to explore the hut after that round. Now I¡¯m finally able to ask a few questions. ¡°Didn¡¯t you take a sip of the drugged tea? Why doesn¡¯t it affect you?¡± Gabby straddles myp while we talk, our crotches both soaked in cum. ¡°Hmm, that? Goblins have natural poison resistance.¡± That must be the Goblin Gut mark I saw. ¡°¡®Matriarch¡¯ doesn¡¯t sound like you, no offense, so why are you trying to get that evolution instead of something more apprentice-y?¡± ¡°Ah, of course, you wouldn¡¯t know. It¡¯s a rare trait Goblins share with few other monster types. I can benefit from multiple evolutions. That¡¯s the main reason I¡¯m d to be locked out of the Orc and Ogre branches.¡± Is that some kind of power bnce between theparatively weak Goblin evolutions with the more umon Ogre branch that can go toe-to-toe with a third-tier wolf? ¡°Did you nt the herbs surrounding the hut?¡± ¡°Correct. It¡¯s called ¡®wolf¡¯s bane.¡¯ I found a patch near the woods while searching for a ce to stay after leaving Ogre Fen. I¡¯m fortunate my spectacles have the ability to identify nts and animals.¡± That¡¯s a surprisingly OP ability in a survival setting. Apanied by her Goblin Gut, my wife must be a champion forager! ¡°Gabby, how do you stay safe out here? I smelled something dangerous in Fuzzy Field on my way here, and even saw a giant harpy!¡± ¡°I use pepper spray.¡± I blink in surprise. She goes on to exin¡­ ¡°I found some super-hot chili peppers a while back. I harvest and dry the peppers, then pound them into a powder I keep in a drawstring pouch. When a harpy or wolf attacks me, I blow a handful at them to spray it in their face.¡± What a terrifying weapon against a Wolf Nose! ¡°Unfortunately, I don¡¯t grow enough to keep both of us supplied while foraging, but I want you to stay safe¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry about me, Gabby! I have my Tamer training; I¡¯ll y submissive to any monster that catches me until I find a way to escape.¡± ¡°But, then I¡¯ll be sharing you with other monsters¡­¡± I promise I¡¯ll find a way to keep you satisfied, Gabby! I¡¯m sure there¡¯s a mark for that out there. Instead of making promises, I attempt to distract her. ¡°Uh, didn¡¯t you mention evolution ¡®descriptions¡¯ being vague, earlier? What¡¯s that about?¡± ¡°Oh, bother. You¡¯re going to make me get up¡­¡± Gabby extracts herself from my cum-sticky embrace to fetch an item hidden under the mattress. ¡°The Book of Monsters?¡± I read the title of the leather-bound tome. ¡°Read thest page.¡± I open the book and flip to the back. ¡°¡®By Saint Lilith,¡¯ huh?¡± Never heard of her. Apparently, this mysterious person studied monster evolution through observation. Shepiled a list of every monster she could identify, their evolutionary rtionships by tree and branch, plus their evolutionary requirements. Sadly, the information isn¡¯t perfect, leaving a few question marks here and there. Gabby found it lying in some old, abandoned building as a young Goblin. She couldn¡¯t read it, but she puzzled over its contents with remarkable determination. It was that persistence and desire to learn which triggered her evolution to Apprentice. Then, with her spectacles to trante (I have to borrow Gabby¡¯s sses myself toprehend the strangenguage), she soon developed her obsession with understanding monster evolution. It¡¯s too much information to cram into my head in one sitting. However, even someone who doesn¡¯t excel at memorization (like me) can force a few key details into short-term storage with a few minutes of study. When I close the book to absorb what I¡¯ve learned, Gabby casts it aside. ¡°Looks like you¡¯re ready for one more round.¡± She¡¯s given up on Wolf Cock, for now, but isn¡¯t ready to let me leave. ¡°Hey, you¡¯re going to break my dick at this rate! And I just got it!¡±
My Goblin wife has thoroughly demonstrated her greediness by the time I¡¯m ready to leave. ¡°Please, Alex, one more round!¡± ¡°Wait for tonight!¡± I push Gabby inside and close the door before she can grab me again. I¡¯m not going to have any stamina for whoever I meet this afternoon if we go another round. I take a long drink from my conjured water to rehydrate. After scanning the area for signs of the Dire Wolf, I sigh with relief. I feared I¡¯d be tracked to the hut by now, and the bitch would be waiting at the wolf¡¯s bane border, forcing me to escape out the back window. That¡¯s not the case, though. That brings up an important point, however. I¡¯ll be tracked down and caught if I go wandering in a random direction with no n. I need to lose my tail with some water. The beach is one option. A quick dunk in the water and a mile walk in the shallows should do the trick. I could visit Arie while I¡¯m at it and show her my new toy! While I¡¯m on the subject of my mermaid wife, I looked up her possible evolutions before I left the hut. Mermaids have a lot of options, not unlike Goblins. They can¡¯t benefit from multiple evolutions, though. After examining them all, and ruling out the bloodthirsty Kraken branch, I found the one I think suits her best. Triton requires the following: Summon user Exposure, two 2nd Tier Seafolk Exposure, Impregnated ¨C one, Pregnant ¨C one. Obviously, steeper requirements yield better evolutions. Gabby exined the term ¡®Exposure,¡¯ as Lilith uses it regrly. Basically, the exact details are unknown, but some form of interaction has been documented. As for Preg/Impreg, that refers to the evolution having a male/female bnce. ¡®Matron¡¯ type evolutions have high birth counts, with the opposite being true for masculine evolutions. In other words, Arie would continue being a futanari girl with this evolution. From examining the requirements, I can personally fulfill thest two, and I just so happen to know a Summon user¡ªGabby. If I can convince my Goblin lover toe with, maybe we¡¯ll find the two other seafolk on the beach and get Arie evolved today! On the other hand, I can always do that tomorrow. The brook is option two. Walking along the brook for a mile will expose me to aquatic predators, but it¡¯ll put me in a prime position to scout the forest. And that¡¯s where I¡¯ll find the ingredients for Gabby¡¯s next evolution. Goblin Herbalist requires the following: Mandragora nectar, has a garden, has used herbs to save/protect a life, Exposure to two 2nd Tier nt monsters, Pregnant - one. I can vouch for most of those requirements being met. She just needs someone to find that Mandragora nectar and some nt monsters. But no rush there, either. What does concern me, however, is my sexual stamina. Gabby is going to drain me fucking dry in a week! I need a mark to keep me going strong andsting long. Where do I find a monster known for reproductive prowess? The bunny trail in Fuzzy Field. It¡¯s close by, so I¡¯m not that worried about the Dire Wolf catching me immediately. That¡¯s only a threat if I ignore it for too long. If this sidetrack doesn¡¯t take much time, I could still hit one of my primary targets before sundown. If not, there¡¯s always tomorrow¡­ though I might not get much sleep tonight. I¡¯m taking Harpy Mountain off my list for now. It¡¯s just too scary; I don¡¯t know what I was thinking even considering it before I can punch out a Dire Wolf! Sorry, Gale. I promise toe find you soon! The caves and the desert are still on the table. They¡¯re further away, but I need marks, and I¡¯m sure to find some in either ce. They¡¯re dangerous, sure, but so is everything here. I have to be stronger! 13. Ovulation 13. Ovtion Step one of my n to be stronger, visit the beach! I¡¯m sure there are plenty of marks to obtain there. What¡¯s that? I just came from the beach, and now I¡¯m returning already? Where¡¯s the variety? Fuck that! There are powerful monsters around that could literally kill me; this isn¡¯t a joyride! New ces have unknown threats that are almost always worse than the danger you know. Add in that I have an ally waiting for me there on top of that. When I think about it, the beach is the safest option. ¡°Alex? Good, you haven¡¯t left yet.¡± Gabby exits the hut wearing her brown robe and rushes over to me with a jar and a nket in hand. She looks up at me, remembers how tall I am, and scrunches her nose at me in frustration. ¡°Kneel.¡± I grin at her bossy phrasing and obey with a sarcastic, ¡°Yes, your Highness.¡± Gabby thers ointment from the jar onto her hands. ¡°Did you forget you¡¯re naked? You¡¯ve been wandering around under the sun all morning, and now you¡¯re going back out there without protection?¡± Now she mentions it, I have been feeling a little toasty around the edges. I didn¡¯t want toin if she couldn¡¯t help. I guess I underestimated her abilities. She applies ointment to the mild sunburns on my shoulders, face, and the tops of my breasts. Gabby lingers on my mammaries a few moments longer than necessary before moving on¡­ ¡°I made this by soaking marigold petals and green tea leaves in avocado oil, then mashed in some aloe. Old family recipe. It¡¯ll help heal and protect your skin. Then, tonight, I¡¯ll give you a thorough rubdown.¡± I have such a wonderful, caring, and not-so-subtly horny Goblin wife! Gabby wipes her hands on my skin, then throws the nket over my shoulders. She secures two ends together at my throat with a needle capped by a cork. Instant makeshift cloak. It doesn¡¯t conceal my boobs, ass, or cock from view, but it¡¯ll provide much protection from the sun. ¡°That¡¯s my only nket, so you¡¯ll have to bring it back in one piece!¡± I¡¯ll burst into tears if she¡¯s any nicer to me! ¡°Actually, I found something in that Book of Monsters. The Mermaid I told you about, Arie; I think I can help her fulfill all the requirements for a Triton evolution.¡± ¡°Hmm¡­ You want me toe with you as the ¡®Summon¡¯ user.¡± Gabby, sharp as ever, follows my train of thought regarding her magic spectacles. ¡°You want me to help my mainpetitor for your affections evolve?¡± I brandish the ring on my finger at the little Goblin shortstack. ¡°Don¡¯t forget, I¡¯m wearing this, okay? I belong to you, Gabby. I¡¯ll fuck and love other monsters, but you¡¯ll always be special to me.¡± ¡°¡­¡± She¡¯s pouting, but also blushing. ¡°You¡¯ll get to study monster evolution¡­¡± She perks up as I mention her hobby. Gabby adjusts her sses and says, ¡°At least I¡¯ll be able to protect you this way. One moment.¡± She ducks inside the hut to retrieve a bandolier of drawstring pouches filled with mysterious powders. ¡°Ready.¡± I stand with a huge grin. My journey doesn¡¯t feel so lonely anymore!
I review my remaining Mark choice¡­ *Goblinoid Marks ¨C One* Goblin Ears Goblin Apprentice Ears Goblin Gut Goblin Apprentice Gut Goblin Nails Goblin Stature Goblin Cock Goblin Apprentice Fast Learner Goblin Apprentice Quick Study Goblin Apprentice Summon Spectacles While Goblin Ears are my top pick (enhanced senses for the win), there are a couple of options that could majorly benefit me as well. Goblin Gut (poison resistance) could save my life, but it¡¯s a super niche application of a mark point. 99% of the time, it won¡¯t be of any use. Goblin Nails would give me a melee weapon. They¡¯re no Wolf ws, but better than human hands. Except I really don¡¯t want to lose the ability to finger monster girls! Don¡¯t make me choose between girls and life! I¡¯ve already realized how powerful the Goblin Spectacles are, but while I¡¯ve got Gabby with me, it¡¯s not an issue. Come to think of it, Gabby has the ears covered too! Fast Learner is maybe the second most tempting option. If it works as I hope, it¡¯ll help me learn new skills. As a weak human teenager, I¡¯ll take every advantage I can get! That said, I¡¯d prefer to hold the mark in reserve to fill any gaps in my abilities until I learn when my mark points refresh. Crossing Fuzzy Field with my Harpy Sightand Gabby¡¯s Goblin Ears dramatically reduces the danger. I wouldn¡¯t call it ¡®safe,¡¯ as that concept doesn¡¯t exist in a world with monsters. However, we¡¯re able to avoid most threats. I scan the distance with my head above the grass while Gabby listens for rustling grass in my blind spots. We have to duck for cover once when a shadow crosses over us. It¡¯s much too big to be Gale¡¯s. We cross the bunny¡¯s trail again, but it¡¯s too old for a quick detour, and we¡¯re on a mission. Then, suddenly, we¡¯re surrounded. The ground beneath us shakes as four furry monsters surface in a shower of gravel. They climb from their holes and summon shovels in their hands to menace us. Four mole-men box us in, snuffling as they scent my human pussy. ¡°Get behind me, Alex!¡± Gabby raises a hand to hold me back while she digs in her pouches. ¡°I¡¯ll use pepper spray!¡± Doesn¡¯t she have a limited amount of that? I can¡¯t let her waste it on a couple of fucking mole-men! I grab Gabby by the waist and throw her over my shoulder, then activate Wolf Rush. Running away is my specialty! I dart forward as the mole-men rush me, duck under a shovel, and sprint away. I¡¯m running full bore despite the added weight of a passenger. My speed drops once Wolf Rush ends, but I activate it again immediately. Then once again! At that point, I drop Gabby and catch my breath. Sweat pours down my brow. Whew. Good thing Gabby doesn¡¯t weigh much. ¡°That was close,¡± Gabby says. ¡°But you should¡¯ve let me protect you.¡± We start walking. The mole-men won¡¯t chase us far, or the harpies will spot them, but we won¡¯t stand here waiting for them to find us. ¡°I knew I could outrun them, and your resources are important if we run into something actually threatening. I may only be human¡­ but let me do what I can.¡± ¡°¡­¡± She considers my words. ¡°You did save us.¡± Gabby sighs. ¡°You¡¯re right, I would¡¯ve used a lot of pepper spray on them. Fine. Do as you like, Alex.¡± I lean down to kiss her on the forehead. ¡°Thanks, honey!¡± ¡°H-honey?¡± The kiss dibobted the little Goblin! So cute! ¡°Because you¡¯re sweet.¡± Gabby¡¯s ears turn dark green in a deep blush. d we resolved that little issue of my independence. I don¡¯t n on staying a weak human forever, though I expect Gabby to grow stronger too with her interest in evolution. ¡°We¡¯ll just have topete to see who gets to protect the other then!¡± ¡°Hmm?¡± She struggles to follow my leap in logic. I stride forward, my steps light, while she moves her legs twice as fast to keep pace. ¡°Did I miss something?¡±
We reach the beach without further incident. ¡°I didn¡¯t stop to appreciate how beautiful the scenery is this morning!¡± I say, taking in they of thend. The sand is white and low tide reveals many colorful shells. ¡°They never let us townies visit the beach. Too dangerous for a field trip.¡± ¡°I came this way once before, and only once,¡± Gabby says. She adjusts her spectacles while scanning the horizon, and her long ears twitch. ¡°I prefer to stay in the tall grass where harpies can¡¯t spot me.¡± Understandable. If I feel nervous about the giant harpy from this morning, how much worse is it for a small person like Gabby? She wouldn¡¯t fare any better than that mouse who got gobbled up. The two of us descend to the wet sand. ¡°We need to find two second-tier aquatic monsters to ¡®Expose¡¯ to Arie.¡± Gabby clears her throat. ¡°The book says ¡®Seafolk¡¯ specifically, though that may be splitting hairs.¡± I blink in surprise. ¡°Do you have it memorized or something?¡± I did my best to remember the details, I swear! ¡°Oh, my, yes.¡± Gabby taps her head. ¡°Eidetic memory.¡± She never ceases to impress¡­ I honestly thought Apprentice was a weak evolution when we met, but I¡¯m definitelying around! My Harpy eyes scour the waves for a certain redhead bute up short. It¡¯s not far past noon¡­ I catch a glimpse of something for a moment, but it must have been an optical illusion. Then I finally see a familiar sight. I point and exim, ¡°That¡¯s the rock where Arie and I made love!¡± Gabby grumbles something under her breath. I look down to see her scowling, then kneel to throw my arms around her. ¡°Don¡¯t be like that. You¡¯re both precious to me.¡± I kiss her cheek. ¡°You belong with me onnd, Alex. I see this as an opportunity to gather marks for your unique magic and a chance to study evolution. Nothing more.¡± I heave a deep sigh. Making my wives see eye to eye isn¡¯t going to be so easy, after all. And I don¡¯t see any sign of Arie! Pain on my tummy tells me my marks are changing. Already? I sit on the sand to get a good look. Gabby notices my sudden stop, and her big yellow eyes go wide when she sees what I see. My tummy tattoo has the outline of my uterus, ovaries, and Arie¡¯s egg within the double circle of marks. At this moment, the tattoo hase alive to show¡­ I¡¯m ovting! We watch as the illustration of an egg travels along my fallopian tubes before entering the chamber of my uterus. Simultaneously, a strange new marker rises from my cervix. It¡¯s a growling wolf head resembling the Wolf Lord! It must be his seed¡ªI¡¯ve heard semen can survive in a woman for several days after ejaction. More movement. Arie¡¯s egg quivers as ifing to life. It must have been waiting for this moment and sensed my ovtion. The Mermaid egg hatches to reveal a tiny swimmer somewhat resembling a giant sperm. It has a tattoo mark with an illustration resembling Arie¡¯s face, and her eyes are hungry! Both marks race for my ovum. ¡°Go, Arie! Do it! Beat him!¡± I cheer on my Mermaid bride¡¯s spawn as itpetes with a third-tier wolf¡¯s seed. The Wolf Lord¡¯s mark barks silently as the sperm swims toward my vulnerable ovum. Meanwhile, Arie¡¯s mark has a glint in her eye as she nears the goal. Arie¡¯s face takes a big bite, then grins in victory as her spawn consumes my egg. The Wolf Lord¡¯s mark howls in defeat and dissolves as the sperms die. ¡°Hurray!¡± ¡°Nothing is ever boring around you,¡± Gabbyments. Arie¡¯s face mark morphs, shifting and de-aging until I see a little sleeping girl¡¯s face. This girl¡¯s features have a distinct resemnce to mine. *You¡¯ve Conceived a Mermaid! Congrattions! ¨C One Female Breeder Mark! I can¡¯t help it. I ugly-cry. 14. Fishman 14. Fishman ¡°Alex, are you alright?¡± ¡°Yesh, I¡¯b fine!¡± I can¡¯t articte while ugly-crying. ¡°I¡¯b jush sho happy!¡± I can¡¯t stop looking at the little girl¡¯s face on my tummy mark. ¡°She¡¯s so beautiful!¡± ¡°You didn¡¯t cry when you impregnated me¡­¡± Gabby sounds a bit dejected. I pin the little Goblin to the sand, lift her robe, and kiss her belly. ¡°I¡¯m sorry! It just hits different when I can see her face. I promise I¡¯ll love and cherish whateveres out of you.¡± It¡¯s harder to get attached to something you can¡¯t see. With Arie¡¯s daughter, I get a glimpse at what she¡¯ll look like when she¡¯s older! I assume, when the fetus develops, I¡¯ll be able to monitor her growth with something like an ultrasound through my tummy tattoos. When Gabby starts to show, I think it¡¯ll feel more real to me that I¡¯m a father too. ¡°Alright, alright. Let¡¯s skip to the good part.¡± *Breeder Marks - One!* Paternal Malleability I (II - 3) Paternal Customization (3) Paternal Inheritance I Paternal Seminal Control Paternal Seminal Potency Partner Tracker Maternal Ovarian Control Maternal Fetus Protection Maternal Inheritance I Maternal Fast-Gestation I Maternal Mammary Control and Potency Paternal options are grey, so I can¡¯t use one for the other, huh? Wait, Maternal has five options to Paternal¡¯s four? Aren¡¯t Maternal marks going to be much harder toe by? It¡¯ll take me years to fill this list! And three of the Paternal options are basically funsies, while half the Maternal ones look critical. Super unfair! At least Mammary Control and Potency are rolled into one,pared to the Semanal equivalent. Not totally unfair, I guess. My new motherly instincts are screaming for me to get Fetus Protection. I don¡¯t know what it does, but it sounds important. At the same time, Inheritance would give my daughter the best start in life, right? I almost feel bad considering Mammary, Ovarian, or Fast-Gestation. ¡°Ovarian Control?¡± Gabby reads aloud. ¡°Wouldn¡¯t that let you decide whether and when you get pregnant?¡± Like birth control? Not that anyone in town practices that. It¡¯s a forgotten science. ¡°Also, couldn¡¯t you eliminate your period with this?¡± ¡°Ack!!!¡± Shit, if ancient human females were offered one supernatural ability, and you put this on the list, I¡¯d bet money most of them would select it in a heartbeat. No more periods. No more worrying about some stupid wolf or ogre getting me pregnant. It¡¯s so damn tempting! ¡°Alex, you don¡¯t have to get Inheritance. You don¡¯t even know if it will help this child or only your next. You don¡¯t need Fetus Protection, either. I¡¯ll stockpile food for the winter, and we¡¯ll stay in the hut when our bellies start to swell. When the childrene, you¡¯ll watch them while I forage. Trust in me to protect our family. Get the mark you know you want.¡± ¡°Thanks, Gabby.¡± *Selected Maternal Ovarian Control!* It¡¯s the option that best helps me aplish my mission as a Tamer, from what I can tell. Inheritance next time, then Fetus Protection. I can chill for nine months and try againter, no problem. I even had this thought after getting my tummy tattoo from Ero-teme. I¡¯m eighteen. I have a whole career of Taming and Breeding ahead of me! Less worrying, more fun!
¡°Just a couple of pregnant girls walking along the beach.¡± My wife and I stroll together through the shallow waves. It¡¯d be rxing if not for the possibility of a monster crawling up through the depths to snatch us! I see the appeal for ancient humans, who supposedly enjoyed this as a pastime. ¡°d to see your mood has improved,¡± Gabby says. Yep, no point in wondering where Arie went. I¡¯ll find her when I find her. ¡°Hold on,¡± I say as I strain my Harpy Sightto zoom in on a speck ahead. A lumbering figure stumbles ontond. He¡¯s bigger than a man with a huge head. Looking closer, I see fins and fish scales all over. He turns my way, revealing inhuman piscine features. I¡¯d say he most resembles a reverse-Mermaid with a fish head and a humanoid lower body. He wields a spear, which he uses to poke at clumps of seaweed and driftwood while foraging. Sure am d I didn¡¯t get found by one of thosest night! ¡°Fishman.¡± ¡°Second-tier Mermaid evolution,¡± Gabby rtes as if summarizing an entry from the Book of Monsters. ¡°Requires one impregnation, then¡­ eating the pregnant woman and unborn child.¡± A real monstrous monster, huh? One whose appearancees to reflect their ckened heart when they evolve. I certainly don¡¯t want to help Arie in that direction¡­ ¡°Let¡¯s go the other way,¡± Gabby says. ¡°Y-yeah.¡± I¡¯m not ready to fight something like that. ¡°Heading the opposite direction from Harpy Mountain makes more sense to me anyway.¡± We need to travel several miles from where we started to throw the Dire Wolf off my trail. The two of us retrace our steps before heading towards where Chatan Forest dead-ends in a cliff overlooking the sea. There¡¯s nothing but the sun and the surf out here, so time slips away until we stumble across another monster. ¡°There¡¯s something¡­¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°It¡¯s squishy, blue, and lying on the beach.¡± ¡°Squishy?¡± ¡°Like jelly.¡± ¡°Hmm. Let¡¯s risk it,¡± Gabby says. It doesn¡¯t move during the minutes it takes us to approach. Even when wee within feet of the figure lying prone on the wet sand, nothing happens. ¡°Ah, it¡¯s a Jellyfish Slime.¡± While the name conjures a less-than-ttering portrait, what I see before me stirs more than a little interest. A skirt-like jellyfish bell covers an enticing feminine rump while a hatlike bell conceals the woman¡¯s face. She¡¯s surrounded by limp tentacles like strips of fabric. Her flesh is semi-translucent and eminently squeezable. My hand reaches for that blue, shapely, supple rear until Gabby smacks it aside. ¡°Don¡¯t touch it! What part of ¡®jellyfish¡¯ or ¡®slime¡¯ made you think it was safe?¡± I rub the back of my hand to soothe the stinging p mark. ¡°I can¡¯t help it when I see a cute monster girl¡¯s butt!¡± ¡°Mmmph?¡± The Jellyfish Slime stirs. We¡¯re both instantly on our guard, but the enemy doesn¡¯t lunge for me. Instead, she levitates into the air without her tendrils leaving the ground and slowly scans the area. She moves as if groggy from sleep. ¡°Hello?¡± I try to get her attention. ¡°Mmm¡­¡± Her head swings in my direction, but I can¡¯t see her eyes beneath the hatlike bell from this angle. It¡¯s not a coherent response. This feels more like trying to wake a sleepwalker. ¡°Don¡¯t encourage it!¡± Gabby reaches for a pouch, then reconsiders and switches to another. ¡°Don¡¯t hurt her,¡± I say. ¡°She¡¯s not hostile.¡± The looming Jellyfish Slime floats towards us at a snaillike pace. ¡°Not hostile?¡± Gabby seems affronted. ¡°This isn¡¯t an innocent monster like your little Mermaid. Base slimes are formless; they evolve by eating people.¡± ¡°What¡¯s your name?¡± No response. ¡°She doesn¡¯t seem like she¡¯s trying to hurt anyone.¡± ¡°Regardless, we need to get past this monster.¡± Gabby is right; the Jellyfish Slime is ufortably close to the sea. Neither of us want to go deeper to get around her, and returning to dry sand this soon would defeat the purpose of my attempt at losing the Dire Wolf. We¡¯re sandwiched between unknown threats. I grab the Goblin¡¯s hand before she throws something. ¡°Let me try.¡± While Gabby hesitates, she eventually stops resisting and allows me to take the lead. I smile at her as a reward for giving me a chance. Summoning my will and Water Magic, I conjure a spray of liquid from my palm. I aim the stream and up the flow. My firehose keeps the Jellyfish Slime at bay without hurting her. Sess! We¡¯re able to slip by while the water pressure keeps the Slime from advancing on us. She stops following us when we¡¯re more than a few feet away and returns to napping on the sand. The vibe I get from the Jellyfish Slime is totally unlike that of the Fishman. I don¡¯t 100% buy the killer slime story. She¡¯s definitelycking a malicious aura. Maybe there¡¯s more going on? I¡¯ll have to try and find outter when I¡¯m not such a vulnerable, squishy human. ¡°At least we found our second sea monster, right?¡± I say. ¡°Hmm,¡± Gabby considers. ¡°That¡¯s a bit iffy. I¡¯d bet your marks would ssify that monster as a Slime; not Seafolk. I¡¯m not sure that¡¯s good enough for the Triton requirements¡­¡± Darn. I¡¯ll have to settle for having gotten to practice magic. I imagined I¡¯d feel tired after, but no, even using a lot of Water Magic doesn¡¯t slow me in the slightest. The flowrate wasn¡¯t impressive, though. Not enough to stop a Dire Wolf or even a Fishman. The two of us continue along the beach as the forest treese into focus. Our beach trek dead-ends in jagged rocks at the bottom of the steep cliff overlooking the sea. However¡­ ¡°Oh, an inlet,¡± Gabby says as wee upon a small stream leading ind. ¡°Should we follow it?¡± I ask. ¡°This can¡¯t be more dangerous than the beach, right?¡± Gabby considers while adjusting her spectacles. ¡°You need to return to the hut by a different route, anyway. We¡¯ll retreat if necessary.¡± We didn¡¯t find Arie¡­ so, I guess this trip was kind of a bust. The inlet cuts a path through stone parallel to the forest line. Overhangs give us some much-needed shade as we enter a narrow passage. The stream isn¡¯t that deep, but I can¡¯t see the bottom from the edge of our rocky walkway. Sunlight filters in softly from above, and a pool of water throws ripples of light onto the walls of this cool grotto. I see a small waterfall at the far end and make a connection. ¡°Here¡¯s where the brook empties into the sea!¡± ¡°Ah,¡± Gabby says, then frowns at the water cascading down the sheer rock. ¡°This way appears impassible.¡± Shrugging, I agree. ¡°It¡¯s back the way we came, then.¡± As we turn to leave, I see some bubbles disturb the surface of the pool. I suppose the waterfall conceals the sound since Gabby¡¯s ears don¡¯t twitch. However, nothing more happens. I keep my breathing steady and don¡¯t make any sudden moves. It might¡¯ve been my imagination or a fish. Reentering the passage dims the waterfall¡¯s din. Now, Gabby¡¯s ears twitch, and her spine goes rigid. The little Goblin extends her arm to shield me. ¡°Footsteps.¡± I strain my ears but get nothing. ¡°What is it?¡± ¡°¡­Fishman.¡± Leaning forward, I whisper into Gabby¡¯s ear, ¡°Let¡¯s retreat into the grotto, and you hide. I¡¯ll distract him, then you hit him with pepper spray, and we make a break for it.¡± She grunts, not happy about my role, but unable to argue in the shadow of a Fishman. ¡°Good n.¡± Gabby hides among the rocks while I take position on the path. It isn¡¯t long before he rounds the corner. He¡¯s big, bulky, and bald. An inadequate fin protrudes from between his shoulders and another at the base of his spine. His meaty arms clutch a long spear. His dead, fishy ck eyes find me kneeling on the ground. My gaze locks on his dangling rod that dwarfs my poor Goblin cock. Then I look up into his gaping piscine features and fake a smile. ¡°Hello!¡± Why be rude? ¡°Human¡­ female.¡± He doesn¡¯t sound terribly bright. In fact, his fish lips mangle the words into a rough mess. ¡°Yes, female!¡± I grab my tits and squeeze them enticingly. I have Gabby¡¯s nket covering my penis, in case he¡¯s not into that. ¡°Want blowjob?¡± I mime taking a shaft in my hands and sucking the tip. His member stiffens at my amateurish seduction. ¡°Want¡­ pussy.¡± He lumbers forward. I do have that! And I¡¯ve been trained to take all kinds of monster dickings to survive. If we do it from behind, he doesn¡¯t have to see I have a cock. The Fishman smells like low tide. I can almost feel his cold flesh draining the heat from the air and almost taste his abrasive, slimy scales. He towers above me. My eyes fall on the erection before me, and I consider getting his mark before we make our escape. Then movement catches my attention. He¡¯s raising the spear! ¡°Me¡­ not picky. A corpse¡­ is fine, too.¡± ¡°Alex!¡± Gabby shouts as she darts from cover, toote to stop the blow from falling. A red pincer bursts from the water to grab the spear¡¯s shaft mid-plunge. It¡¯s a giant enemy crab! ¡°Second-tier Mermaid evolution?¡± Gabby mutters nearby. The two monsters are evenly matched in a tug of war until the Goblin reaches my side. ¡°Close your eyes and hold your breath!¡± she says as she grabs a handful of powder from one of her pouches. ¡°Pepper spray!¡± Gabby the Goblin Apprentice hits the Fishman¡¯s whole piscine face with a fistful of super-hot pepper kes. ¡°Aaahhhrrrggg!¡± The Fishman howls and clutches his bestial features while the giant crab snatches the spear from his grip and tosses it aside. To my shock, the Fishman instantly summons another spear to his hand from nothing. He retreats to block the passage while chaotically waving the weapon. I look at Gabby and see the same thought process as mine running through her mind. The pepper spray won¡¯t incapacitate him forever. We can¡¯t sneak by him because of the narrow walkway. We can¡¯t swim around him because of the giant crab. I need to do something! Casting my gaze to the ground, I scan the floor to find the first spear lying nearby. It didn¡¯t vanish when he summoned the second! *Selected Goblin Apprentice Fast Learner!* This qualifies as an emergency! I snatch the spear from the ground and turn to face the Fishman. He¡¯s already recovering, his movements less frantic and more menacing by the second. Charging him with Wolf Rush activated, I¡¯m there in a sh. My spear thrust is as basic and direct as can be. He easily deflects my blow aside. Despite talking like an idiot, he¡¯s apetent fighter. At first, I don¡¯t feel anything after my mark selection. Watching his motions, however, sets my mind afire. Massive amounts of information pour into my brain from moment to moment. I copy his spear grip effortlessly. I notice inefficiencies in my stance and footwork. Ah, this is what a proper thrust looks like. Wait, I need to dodge! Wolf Rush! I¡¯m able to avoid the Fishman¡¯s counterstrike by activating my ability. With Harpy Lightweight, I can flit about the battlefield with ease. It¡¯s unfortunate the walkway is so narrow, or I¡¯d have circled around to his blind spot and finished this already. The crab, half emerged from the water, swipes at the Fishman. He blocks with his spear shaft, then threatens me with a blow from the butt when I lunge forward. Hmm, the crab could¡¯ve attacked me as the easier prey but is consistently targeting the Fishman. I think it¡¯s on our side. Gabby can¡¯t nk the Fishman because of the narrow walkway, so I¡¯m d to have an ally against an opponent with greater skill. The Fishman grunts in frustration and cocks his arm back for a throw. Shit, with his ability to summon recement spears, he can throw them at us with impunity! If he has the brain cells to aim at Gabby, I¡¯ll have to shield her with my body¡­ I¡¯m in a tight spot here. Right before heunches the spear as a projectile, another form bursts from the water. ¡°Arie!¡± Red hair, aquamarine scales, and gossamer fins, it has to be her! The Mermaid grabs the shaft at the apex of her breach! The Fishman and Arie wrestle for control of the spear as the crab and I try tond a hit. Another crab w swipe forces the Fishman to dodge aside. I may not be an expert spear fighter, but I see his evasioning a mile away and aim my jab at where he¡¯s going to be. My spear tip draws blood from a shallow cut to his gut. The Fishman, unprepared for pain and overconfident from a lifetime of bullying the weak, releases his spear to clutch at his wound. Arie, armed with his spear, surges forward to drive the point through his gills with all her momentum and strength. He lurches, gurgles, and summons another spear tosh out in his death throes. I won¡¯t allow the bastard to harm her! Wolf Rush! I yank my spear from his gut and thrust its length into the Fishman¡¯s gaping piscine mouth. The metal tip finds something vital in his throat because he vomits blood and croaks hisst. Arie falls back into the water, dragging the spear with her, and the shaft¡¯s withdrawal topples the Fishman into the stream. His floating corpse drifts downstream and out of the grotto. I spit to rid myself of the flecks of his blood thatnded in my mouth. *Fishman yer ¨C One Mer Mark!* I feel the burning sensation of my tummy tattoos shifting to add this mark to my collection. I¡¯m a little surprised because I thought my marks were exclusive to sex. Although, I suppose I haven¡¯t done any killing until now. Then a huge crab w grabs me around the middle. 15. Grotto Part 1 (R-18) 15. Grotto Part 1 (R-18) Spoiler Cum y [copse] I¡¯m lifted into the air by the giant crab¡¯s w. An untrained human would¡¯ve screamed upon being brought within inches of the crustacean¡¯s bubbling maw. I, however, am a Tamer who proudly graduated from the Association. I know when to bend over to present my ass, and when to take control. This crab must be a lot picker than the necrophiliac Fishman or else I¡¯d already be cut in half. ¡°¡°Alex!¡±¡± Gabby and Arie shout as they rush towards me. The crab swipes a w at the Mermaid, who tests its red shell with her new spear. Gabby reaches for another handful of pepper spray while looking for an opening to hit the crab¡¯s eyestalks. This is about to turn ugly. ¡°Stop!¡± Of course, no one listens to me. ¡°Quit trying to kill each other! I swear there¡¯s enough pussy for everyone!¡± That gets their attention. I sigh in relief. ¡°Gabby, everything¡¯s going ording to n; rx. Arie, I told you I¡¯d visit! I even brought a friend, so please, put the spear down.¡± The two monster girls exchange jealous res, but they¡¯ve each spent enough time with me to know I don¡¯t lie about promising pussy. They¡¯re not 100% tame yet, but neither are cruel girls who¡¯ll upset me needlessly when I¡¯m offering them what they want. I¡¯d bet they¡¯re mostly concerned about losing me to the crab. Though the w grips my waist, my arms are free. I yfully scratch the crab¡¯s carapace and say, ¡°Hi there, my name is Alex. What¡¯s yours?¡± I don¡¯t allow any fear or uncertainty into my voice. I project confidence with a hint of teasing. ¡°¡­Kani,¡± says a girl¡¯s voiceing from the crab¡¯s foaming mouth. ¡°Nice to meet you, Kani! Can I see the rest of you?¡± To my surprise, this isn¡¯t a transformation situation like with the Dire Wolves. Kani¡¯s evolution retains the body n of a Mermaid concealed in crustacean armor. The crab¡¯s face splits open like a fleshy flower to reveal a human face. It¡¯s more than a bit disconcerting, but I¡¯m not quick to judge. ¡°You¡¯re pretty!¡± I¡¯m not lying. Kani¡¯s dark-skinned features are smooth and attractive. Her bearing is an interestingbination of timid, nervous, and predatory. She¡¯s a monster girl who knows what she wants but isn¡¯t used to taking it by force, yet unsure how else to go about things. I reach for her as if to cup her face. She sees my eagerness, my inviting hands, and approaches like a small animal coaxed from hiding by an enticing morsel. Her crab body everts a humanoid torso inch by cautious inch. Kani freezes as she realizes how much vulnerable flesh she¡¯s exposing to the other monsters. Gabby and Arie¡¯s hands both twitch toward their weapons. ¡°Stop it! Back off! Let me talk to Kani.¡± My monstrous brides heed my warning and allow us a little space. That gives Kani the confidence to fully emerge through a crustaceous froth. A woman¡¯s body from the hips up with chocte skin sits atop the carcinoid base. Red chitinous bumps appear periodically along her hip bones and cor. Her vulva is front-facing for ease of ess. Sudsy bubbles cling to her skin and cover her naughty bits. The main thing my eyes are drawn to, though, is her absent arms. Rather than amputation, her shoulders naturally flow into her torso. Her breasts are sporty, her hair ck and wild. If I were keeping a scorecard, I¡¯d subtract a point for hercking any ass to speak of, but otherwise award her slim shapeliness high marks. Her eyes are desperate and hungry. It takes a second, but I know why she¡¯s even hornier than an average monster girl. ¡°You can¡¯t masturbate, can you?¡± I take her in my arms, and she¡¯s slick to the touch. Her eyes close in bliss as my hands run across her shoulders, feel her supple belly, trace around her chitinous protrusions, stroke her neck, and hold her waist. My fingers dip lower, searching through the foam to find her treasure trove. ¡°Ahn!¡± She gasps as I brush across her pubic mound in passing. The prehensile tip of her Mermaid ovipositor slips free as if begging for my attention. She¡¯s already this aroused! ¡°You must be really pent up¡­¡± I lean in, press my chest to hers, and breathe sweet words into her ear. ¡°Now, Kani, you¡¯re going to release me, and I¡¯ll give you a special reward¡­¡± My palm cups her member, which curls around my wrist, and Kani grinds her hips against my gentle grip with a distant expression lost in lust. A pleading whine escapes her lips. ¡°I-I can¡¯t¡­ do that¡­ you¡¯ll run away¡­ like all the others.¡± She speaks between erotic gasps as she squeezes her eyes shut. The pleasure of finally having a warm touch on her sensitive prick is almost too much for the poor girl. ¡°I¡¯m not one of those cretins with no taste.¡± I give the nape of her neck a love bite. ¡°Ah-ahn!¡± Her eyes roll up into her head. I lick my lips. She has a tasty, salty vor. ¡°I want you to give me everything you¡¯ve been saving up. I¡¯m the one who won¡¯t let you escape until you¡¯ve stuffed me with your cream.¡± Finally, Kani¡¯s w releases me. I stand with her breasts at eye level, elevated by her crab body. I continue speaking in soothing tones without making any sudden movements. ¡°Thank you, Kani. I¡¯ll stay right here while I talk to my friends. Then we can resume where we left off.¡± I take my hand from her mer-member but keep an arm thrown around her waist as I turn to address my monster wives. ¡°Arie! I¡¯m so happy to see you! We searched all along the beach but couldn¡¯t find you anywhere.¡± ¡°I was at our meeting rock. I hid when I saw a Goblin had captured you.¡± The little Mermaid scowls at Gabby and tightens her grip on the spear. ¡°Then I waited for an opportunity to take you back.¡± ¡°Alex is mine! We¡¯re married, and the ring she wears is proof!¡± Gabby tugs the drawstring of a pouch open. ¡°Alex is my human bride! She bears my daughter!¡± Arie brandishes her weapon. Kani begins to raise her ws again as if to defend her im on me. ¡°I said stop, all of you! Let¡¯s take a minute to talk. I think you¡¯ll find there¡¯s plenty of me to go around.¡± Taming three monster girls at once is proving a challenge! ¡°Arie, please,e here. I want to show you something.¡± I sit before Kani with my legs in the grotto¡¯s waters and beckon the Mermaid. Arie edges closer, forced to lower the spear tip before the crab girl allows her to draw near. She has to take her eyes off her enemy to see what I¡¯m pointing at. ¡°It¡¯s our daughter.¡± Arie sees the mark on my tummy showing the face of our unborn child, and tears stream from her eyes. The spear falls from her hand. She smiles,ughs, and meets my joyous gaze. We embrace while sharing the special kiss of two people starting a family. How I¡¯ve missed my Arie. The sound of her voice. The feel of her breasts pressed against mine. Her careful kisses sparing me from the dangers of her sharp teeth. I revel in the moment. ¡°You¡¯ve changed,¡± she says when our lips part, looking at my Wolf Legs in bemused wonder. ¡°Though I much prefer your old legs.¡± I put a hand to my forehead and melodramatically say, ¡°If thedy dislikes these legs, perhaps I shall cut them off to be rid of them!¡± Arie¡¯s expression turns to horror as she raises her hands and tries to cate me. ¡°Ah! I didn¡¯t mean any insult! Alex, please!¡± I kiss her again to show I¡¯m not upset, just teasing. ¡°I¡¯ll see what I can do about the hairy legs.¡± She tries to pout, but the edges of a smile escape onto her face. Then Kani lowers her humanoid torso to our level, jealousy and lust showing as impatience for me to return to my ministrations. The Goblin girl approaches us as well. ¡°This is Gabby. She¡¯s sharing her home and food with me. She even let me put a baby in her.¡± I remove the nket I had wrapped around my waist to shield my cock from the Fishman¡¯s gaze and cast it aside. Arie stares at the truth of my new appendage in awe. Then the Mermaid¡¯s bewondered eyes flick to Gabby, who unconsciously puts a hand on her abdomen as if in confirmation. ¡°I¡¯m¡­ going to be an auntie!?!¡± Arie exims and grabs the Goblin for a hug. The Mermaid strips Gabby in a sh to reveal the girl¡¯s shortstack figure, effectively disarming the Goblin of herbal pouches, and presses her face to the voluptuous green belly underneath. Arie kisses Gabby¡¯s middle to the little Goblin¡¯s chagrin. ¡°Will they be human or Goblin?¡± the Mermaid asks with a nce at my green member. Arie looks up into Gabby¡¯s yellow eyes while squeezing the Goblin¡¯s waist. ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter, though. I¡¯ll love them like my own! But you have to bring them to the water every day, understand?¡± Then she turns to me again. ¡°I suppose it¡¯s¡­ fine to share you with a Goblin if she¡¯s bearing your spawn.¡± d that¡¯s settled! ¡°It can¡¯t be argued that she¡¯s loyal to you,¡± Gabbyments while extricating herself from the Mermaid¡¯s iron grip. ¡°So, if you can get an extra mark through her evolution, it¡¯ll be doubly beneficial.¡± ¡°My evolution?¡± Arie says. ¡°Gabby has a book of monster evolutions,¡± I exin. ¡°We came to help you qualify for a strong one.¡± I throw a meaningful nce at Kani. ¡°And I think we have everything we need.¡± ¡°I appreciate the thought¡­¡± Arie¡¯s attention returns to the enemy crab girl. ¡°But I can¡¯t be expected to share Alex with a monster that won¡¯t bear her spawn. Kani, what are your intentions with my bride?!?¡± ¡°I-intentions?¡± Kani splutters but refuses to back down. ¡°I guess I just need some relief really bad, and whatever happens¡­ happens?¡± Such a pure monster girl answer! 100% instinct! Despite the nonmittal attitude, Kani isn¡¯t retreating. She¡¯s still willing to fight for me if peace doesn¡¯t work. Then I have a terrible, wonderful, awful idea. I motion Arie closer so I can whisper in her ear. Her devious smile matches mine when I exin my n. ¡°Kani!¡± Arie is all friendly cheer with an evil smile. ¡°How about all three of us help you with that?¡± she says, pointing at the crab girl¡¯s painfully stiff erection. ¡°What are you volunteering me for?¡± Gabby says with a raised eyebrow behind her spectacles. While monsters universally prefer humans as the peak of sexual partners for reasons my previous lover Gale so eloquently propounded, they often use other monsters to procreate when humans are scarce. In other words, monsters aren¡¯t so picky to refuse other monsters¡¯ cocks or pussies as a side dish to my human ¡®main course.¡¯ Kani nearly explodes with excitement, clicking her ws as she looks from girl to girl with newfound appreciation, seeing them not as rivals but as beautiful maidens to service her lust. ¡°Remember, this is for research,¡± I whisper to steel my Goblin wife¡¯s resolve. Gabby reluctantly nods. Good, she¡¯s willing to y. ¡°I want to start up top,¡± I announce as we position ourselves. Kani¡¯s crab body squats onnd while Gabby gets in the water with Arie. I sit on Kani¡¯s carapace, straddling her torso from behind while my wives inspect her crotch up close. The crab girl¡¯s human torso is covered in slippery foam that spreads to me as I wrap my arms and legs around her. Rubbing skin against slippery skin is a full-bodied pleasure for both of us. I¡¯m getting more aroused by the second, and Kani¡¯s stiffy seems even more strained. I grab her modest bust, two delightful handfuls, and grind my chest against her back. ¡°Mmm¡­¡± I lean forward to kiss her neck, and Kani¡¯s head turns to find my lips. I¡¯m happy to indulge her with a sensual, slow intery of lips sliding together like our lubricated bodies. Arie, the more enthusiastic of my wives, takes the tip of Kani¡¯s cock in her mouth. Like a saucy noodle, the Mermaid slurps the crab girl¡¯s tapered member deeper. Despite the wide base, my redheaded lover¡¯s lips spread to kiss Kani¡¯s mons after fitting everything in her throat. ¡°Ahn!¡± Kani moans as we both look down to see mischievous sapphire eyes staring up at us. My gaze locks with Arie¡¯s, and I know this deepthroat is a promise to do the same for meter. Gabby looks a bit lost with the Mermaid hogging all the meat. ¡°Check below,¡± I suggest, and the Goblin girl nods. She disappears beneath Arie, but Kani¡¯s breath hitches as Gabby finds the crab girl¡¯s feminine entrance. ¡°Eep!¡± Kani squeaks pathetically as her face contorts in the agony of intense pleasure. I slide my arms around Kani¡¯s sudsy middle and stroke her torso from hip to shoulder as if jerking off a giant dick. She has no appendages to get in the way, just a smooth expanse of chocte skin for me to rub. Her body convulses and squirms beneath my touch. It looks like Arie and Gabby are doing interesting things with their tongues as well. ¡°Hold on a sec, let me get down there,¡± I tell my wives, who cease their ministrations. I don¡¯t want to miss the first load from a girl this pent-up. Kani¡¯s eyes are zed with overwhelming bliss, and yet blue-ball-devastated by the orgasm denial. Her body twitches helplessly as I extricate myself from embracing her to get in the water beside my girls. ¡°Let¡¯s do three-on-one.¡± My wives and I all put our lips on Kani¡¯s tapered cock. Arie and I get on either side and kiss the shaft¡¯s sides as if trying to get our lips all the way around. Gabby twirls her tongue around the mer-cock¡¯s prehensile tip as it tries to grip her in turn. ¡°P-please, let me finish!¡± Kani begs with tears beading in the corners of her eyes. She arches her spine, thrusting herself forward while pleading for her first orgasm in who knows how many months. Once Gabby has a dick in her mouth, she¡¯s a lot more eager. She closes her eyes and bobs her head like a champ. The Mermaid and I lick and suck along the shaft¡¯s length back and forth. My hand finds Kani¡¯s love tunnel and sends an exploratory finger inside. ¡°Ah-ah-ah-ahh!¡± The three of us sense Kani finally cumming and reposition. I take the crab girl¡¯s member in hand to help her through the climax while putting my face in the line of fire. Gabby¡¯s expression turns hungry, and she¡¯s right there next to me. Arie leans away and watches me take this load with sadistic glee. The Goblin and I open our mouths expectantly while Kani¡¯s face scrunches, and she bites her lip. The first spurt of cum hits me in the back of the throat. The next gives Gabby a pearl ne. More ropes of white cover our faces to dribble into our mouths. Mmm, I bet Mermaid cum tastes like old-world caviar. Kani was super pent-up! The crab girl sprawls limply across her carapace, spent, with a contented grin. Then Arie is on me. She licks the semen from my face with fastidious attention and kisses me. We pass the load back and forth while our tongues y in the salty, savory cream. She gives it all to me when we part. I turn to find Gabby staring at us with moonstruck yellow eyes. We both attack her; I im her mouth to transfer my salty load while Arie cleans the white droplets from Goblin¡¯s green breasts. When all the cum is gone the three of us hold each other in the water. Our boobs mash together, our breathse in heavy pants, and I can feel their hearts pounding hard against my skin. They¡¯re both so beautiful. My precious wives, now bonded in lust; the seeds of affection nted. Then the momentary sting of a new tattoo disrupts the moment. *Cancer Conquest ¨C One Mer Mark!* ¡°I think she¡¯s ready for you,¡± Arie says with a nod to the crab girl. Kani slow-blinks as she returns to reality from the heights of her male orgasm. Despite having the edge taken off her need, her eyes fall on us with swelling lust. She¡¯s nowhere near done. *Paternal Malleability I ¨C Cock Menu¡­* Wolf Cock Mermaid Ovipositor Goblin Cock *Selected Mermaid Ovipositor!* ¡°I think you¡¯re right.¡± 16. Grotto Part 2 (R-18) 16. Grotto Part 2 (R-18) Spoiler (Egg Imntation, Rimming, Cum Drinking) [copse] *Selected Mermaid Ovipositor!* After expending the use of Paternal Malleability, my Goblin cock reshapes into something sleeker and pink. Despite being ten inches long, the Ovipositor¡¯sst several inches are much narrower than the Goblin version. The first couple inches, however, are much girthier, so my deep thrusts should hit that much harder. The prehensile, almost tentacle-like control is a bit like getting a third arm. I know its purpose is to help longer creatures, like Mermaids, or monsters without hands, like Kani, find and align with their partner¡¯s entrance more easily. If my body can now gain new appendages this easily, maybe I could try tentacles at some point¡­ Later. I need to strike while the iron is hot! Kani is defenseless, reveling in her post-coital high. ¡°Kani~¡± I get her attention in a seductive tone as Ib a loose lock of hair behind my ear. Her eyes are glued to my swaying hips and the swinging member between my legs. Iy my hands on her carapace to either side of her head and lean in. ¡°Wanna try receiving this time?¡± ¡°Y-yes¡­¡± The crab girl seems intimidated by my forwardness, but she rxes beneath me in invitation. Her head tilts back to expose her neck and I kiss her throat while pressing my body flush against her slippery torso. My prehensile mer-cock traces the outline of Kani¡¯s vulva. Then I rub my shaft between herbia. ¡°Mmm,¡± she hums her appreciation as her member wriggles against my tummy. It tickles in a way that makes my mer-cock rock hard. My tip searches through her ever-present crustacean foam to find her entrance and slide inside. ¡°Fuck, you feel nice,¡± I whisper in her ear. ¡°This is¡­ Alex¡¯s¡­ dick. Mph!¡± Kani grunts as I shove my length into her love tunnel. I roll my hips against the crab girl, savoring the in and out. Then I pause and lean back to appreciate the chocte-skinned girl beneath me. Kani¡¯s chest heaves and her core pulses around my shaft. My hands run across her bubble-slick stomach, shoulders, and breasts. Then I thrust into her with gusto. Between my own slippery shaft, her internal juices, and the crab foam, the lubrication is amazing. ¡°Yes!¡± We grind together, both working toward a mutual climax. That¡¯s when I feel small hands grab my buttocks and spread them. ¡°This is called ¡®returning the favor¡¯ Alex,¡± Gabby taunts as she takes revenge on me for earlier today while I¡¯m in a vulnerable position. Casting her spectacles aside, she buries her face in my ass, and her Goblin tongue aggressively rims my rosebud. Cruel betrayal! Then I feel her oral member press its way into my pucker. ¡°Ahn! Gabby!¡± Each withdrawal from Kani forces the Goblin¡¯s tongue deeper. Pleasure from the front and behind batters my brain and whittles my will; I won¡¯tst long like this. My hips move on their own, thrusting with greater force to m myself harder against the girls I¡¯m sandwiched between. ¡°I¡¯m not about to let you sabotage Alex,¡± Arie says as she surges upward with a ssh of her tail. She grabs my thighs to hold herself partially out of the water behind Gabby standing in the shallows. ¡°But you do make for an excellent toy.¡± ¡°Mph!¡± Gabby¡¯s surprise is muffled by my butt cheeks as the Mermaid aligns her mer-cock with the Goblin¡¯s honeypot. Arie pulls on my hips, pressing Gabby¡¯s face into my ass as she shoves her member into the green girl¡¯s sheath. ¡°Ahn! I didn¡¯t know Goblins were this tight!¡± Her fingers dig deep into the meat of my thighs as she uses her grip as leverage. Sshese from behind as her tail provides the thrust, mming into Gabby, whose tongue is wedged deep inside my secret tunnel. ¡°Mph! Mph! Mph!¡± ¡°Ah-ah-ahn!¡± I can¡¯t help moaning with each wonderful thrust. Arie fucks my ass from behind with a Goblin girl dildo. Meanwhile, Kani is going out of her mind with pleasure as I pound her pussy. Crab ws ck, and crustacean legs dig into the ground as herrge body trembles. Everything crescendos at once as I hug Kani tight around the middle and thrust as deep as I can go. ¡°Ahhhn!!!¡± Kani screams as the extra girth from my mer-cock bottoming out wrings a feminine orgasm from her core. Her spasming grip around me stimtes borrowed instincts that initiate aplicated series of muscle contractions. My climax starts by spewing Mermaid cum onto her cervix, which dtes in response. Then my prehensile tip works its way into her womb and lodges inside. The extended orgasm gives me convulsions that squeeze my internal organs like a tube of toothpaste. I can feel my tummy tattoo rewriting as my bean-sized Mermaid daughter is pushed from my womb into a new tunnel. I feel the embryo as it¡¯s shunted through the length of my ovipositor. It¡¯s a slight spike of pain that only adds to the experience. The final release of expelling my precious cargo deep inside my crab girl lover is an explosive climax that leaves me spent and satisfied. *Impregnation Sessful ¨C One Male Breeder Mark!* Hold up. ncing down at the new tattoo on my tummy opens my world to new possibilities. I tap the menu to confirm my theory. *Breeder Marks ¨C One (Male)!* Paternal Malleability I (II - 3) Paternal Customization (3) Paternal Inheritance I Paternal Seminal Control Paternal Seminal Potency Partner Tracker Maternal Ovarian Control Maternity Ward Maternal Fetus Protection Maternal Inheritance I Maternal Fast-Gestation I Maternal Mammary Control and Potency Okay, maybe maxing the Breeder category won¡¯t be as simple as I thought. More importantly, I just double-dipped with Arie¡¯s daughter! Getting through the Maternal tree won¡¯t take a decade plus! Especially¡­ I activate Maternal Ovarian Control,manding my body to obey my will. My tummy tattoo burns as it alters to show another ovum descending into my womb. Sess! I¡¯m d I didn¡¯t take Fast-Gestation. It was mostly an impulse decision, but I had a fear in the back of my mind that it¡¯d double my daily caloric requirements while condensing the pregnancy to half as many months. I don¡¯t want to eat Gabby out of house and home! ¡°Alex, I love your new wife,¡± Arie says as she relentlessly ms her hips into Gabby¡¯s pillowy ass. The Goblin¡¯s face between my buttocks is doing wonderful things to my sensitive areas, but I think she needs a breather. ¡°Arie, it worked! Kani is now our daughter¡¯s surrogate mother. Want to make another?¡± My ham-fisted pickup line works spectacrly. The Mermaid pauses, thunderstruck with excitement at the thought. I smile, and Arie¡¯s expression melts with affection. She releases my thighs and slides into the water; Gabby dislodges from my ass with an audible pop, then a gasp. The little Goblin¡¯s ck-jawed expression is a blissful vacancy. Giving Kani¡¯s dazed face a quick farewell kiss, I unsheathe myself from her depths. The crab girl is a sticky mess. Streaks of white on her belly and mine show she came again with her mer-cock during our session. I lovingly lick the stains from her chocte breasts and scoop the cum pooling in her navel with a finger before sucking it clean. Turning my attention to my wives, I pull Gabby from the Mermaid¡¯s impaling member and set her on the grotto¡¯s shore. Then Iy atop my Goblin wife, our breasts pressing together, nipples kissing, and spread my legs. I want to try receiving doggystyle. ¡°Let¡¯s make a baby, Arie.¡± My Mermaid bride is above me in a heartbeat. I feel her teardrop titsnd on my back as she mounts me. ¡°I¡¯m so lucky you dropped into my life.¡± Her prehensile mer-cock aligns with myher entrance. ¡°We¡¯ll have to thank the one who dropped me sometime.¡± ¡°¡­I would¡¯ve been skeptical before, but meeting your little green lover has changed my mind. She¡¯s a wonderful addition to the family.¡± I kiss Gabby gently on the lips and taste my ass. This has been an amazing day! I hope Gabby feels the same way, that she feels us all bonding together. ¡°Family¡­¡± I grin a silly grin and look over my shoulder to meet Arie¡¯s sapphire eyes. ¡°I need to introduce you to my parents! I don¡¯t know how, but I¡¯ll make it happen!¡± She smiles and thrusts into my sweet channel. ¡°Ahn!¡± ¡°To think I considered keeping you all for myself in an underwater cavern. You¡¯d be wasted in a dark hole, Alex. I want you to be free to do all sorts of wonderful things.¡± Arie humps my rear while plundering my treasure chamber as I kiss Gabby back to consciousness. The Goblin shortstackes to, feels my lips on hers, sees Arie pumping behind me, and her eyes flutter closed again as she rxes. Yes, this is the life! ¡°Ahem,¡± Kani clears her throat nearby, havingposed herself after my ravishing. ¡°M-may I have a turn with the Goblin?¡± Kani is clearly asking Arie, but my Mermaid bride refuses to pause her thrusting for even a moment to answer. She¡¯s deferring to me! ¡°Her name¡­ is Gabby¡­ say it!¡± I manage to gasp between moans as each impact from Arie¡¯s mer-cock mming its wide base into my sheath sends sparks shooting across my vision. ¡°A-Alright,¡± Kani seems a bit surprised at my demand. ¡°May I f-fuck Gabby?¡± I turn my head to Arie and say, ¡°Let¡¯s do another four-way.¡± My Mermaid bride grabs us in her arms and pulls us into the water with a ssh of her tail without withdrawing from my sheath. Her mer-cock¡¯s natural lubrication is waterproof, making underwater sex a delightful prospect. Arie struggles to keep our heads above the surface at first, but Kani helps with that. The crab girl isrge enough to stand with her human torso¡¯s head and shoulders above water. Kani grabs Gabby and aligns her mer-cock with the Goblin¡¯s love tunnel from behind while I continue to kiss the shortstack in a tight embrace. With me thus anchored, Arie is able to grip my waist for leverage and use her powerful tail to deliver a satisfying pussy pounding. The four of us hold each other and find a rhythm that suits us. Kani and Arie time their thrusts to push Gabby and me together again and again. The water sshes and churns as we make waves in our erotic thrashing. ¡°Alex, I can¡¯t get over how amazing your human pussy feels!¡± Arie gets so cute when she¡¯s close. ¡°This Goblin pussy is great too,¡± Kani adds, taking liberties with saying Gabby¡¯s name directly after receiving permission to fuck said Goblin. The Mermaid pants in my ear as she humps me. ¡°Please, Alex, can I?¡± she pleads with sweet desperation. I know what she¡¯s asking, and I already gave her permission. She¡¯s such a needy, adorable bottom! ¡°Cum for me, Arie.¡± Like she was waiting for me, the Mermaid thrusts deep and hard, then shudders as she cums on my cervix. ¡°Alex!¡± Kani isn¡¯t far behind. ¡°I¡¯m cumming!¡± The two Mermaids grip us tight as they both unload. Gabby goes rigid in my arms and whines as she orgasms. My pleasure teaus, then spikes as Arie¡¯s tip enters my uterus, then rockets again as the ovipositor inside me swells to deposit another bean-sized egg in my womb. ¡°Arie!¡± The sensation of fulfillment is incredible. It¡¯s so much better with the girl I love than some random townie monster or a Wolf Lord. I smile as the egg senses my ovum, hatches, and swallows it withoutpetition. *You¡¯ve Conceived a Mermaid! ¨C One Female Breeder Mark! ¡°We did it,¡± I tell my first wife as we bask in the afterglow. I cradle Gabby as she nuzzles her face into my neck. Arie hugs me from behind and kisses Gabby¡¯s green forehead. I¡¯m so happy she feels the way I do about the three of us! Kani holds us and keeps us from drifting. She¡¯s nice to have around and has proved herself a pleasant sexual partner, but I don¡¯t know if she¡¯s wife material. I¡¯ll make sure she takes good care of our daughter, though. ¡°Arie~¡± I meet her sapphire eyes and give a sultry wink. ¡°Ready?¡± ¡°Y-yes, Alex. L-let¡¯s do it!¡± She¡¯s cute when she¡¯s nervous too! The Mermaid swims me to shore, quivering with excitement. ¡°Arie, can we try something, first?¡± I say as I fondle her fantastic breasts. ¡°Anything, my pearl.¡± A thrill runs through me after hearing the pet name. ¡°You say the sweetest things.¡± I use my male Breeder mark from impregnating Kani. *Selected Paternal Seminal Control!* *Choose one* Volume Qualities Spawn Attributes *Volume Selected!* Step one to not get sucked dry by Gabby tonightplete! ¡°Can you do for me what you did for Kani, earlier?¡± I ask. The smile I get is 100% predatory. ¡°Of course~¡± I shiver looking at those sharp teeth. Then I hop onto the dry rocks and sit, legs spread, with my feet dangling in the water, mer-cock on full disy. Arie eagerly swims between my legs and lowers her face to my pubic mound. Mouth wide, tongue lolling, she licks me from base to tip. My hips twitch. Then she slurps my tapered length into her mouth and throat to the root. My hips buck, and I fight for self-control. Her sapphire eyes bore into mine as she swallows around my length. My prehensile tip explores her throat, rolling and twisting inside her like a tentacle. The convulsing muscles of her tongue, mouth, and gullet massage me relentlessly. There¡¯s no resisting the mounting pleasure until I¡¯m cumming in her throat. And cumming. And cumming. Cream shoots from Arie¡¯s nose, and she pulls my tip from her mouth as it shoots rope after rope onto her face, neck, and breasts. ¡°Sorry,¡± I apologize as she coughs. ¡°I didn¡¯t properly control the amount.¡± My body now produces several times the amount of semen the average human male¡¯s testicles can store each time I cum. I can restrict myself to a more reasonable amount, or double and double it again. I¡¯m not sure what my limit is at this point. Arieughs. ¡°Your magic gets stranger by the day! And your taste is still deliciously human.¡± ¡°That¡¯s what Gabby said, earlier.¡± ¡°Did you get a mark for tonight?¡± the Goblin in question uses, having swam to shore. ¡°Y-yes?¡± ¡°You¡¯re the best wife a Gobbo could ask for!¡± The Goblin shortstack jumps on me for a hug, then proceeds to lick my cum from where it sttered all over Arie. Even Kani is there to guzzle every drop she can find before the green-skinned girl gobbles them up. Arie gives a ticklishugh like tinkling crystals as two girls kiss and lick her sensitive skin. Then I take Arie¡¯s face in my hands and tenderly kiss her. ¡°Lie down for me.¡± She obeys without hesitation, pulling herself ontond to give me better ess. The gossamer fins beneath her remind me of a frilly wedding dress. I mount my bride, aligning my prehensile mer-cock¡¯s tip with the hole beneath her everted member. Not the no-no hole beneath. The Mermaid gives me bedroom eyes as I slide home. Even after a dip in ocean water, the cool of her soft body around my hot-blooded shaft is an incredible shock. ¡°Fuck!¡± I say. She giggles as I lower my breasts onto hers and kiss her neck. Her mer-cock writhes between us as I roll my hips again and again. There¡¯s no rush. We take our time here, making love in the grotto. Gabbyys beside me, legs spread in an invitation that Kani doesn¡¯t miss. The pent-up crab girl and greedy Goblin are just as eager for another round as we are. I¡¯m sure Kani¡¯s prehensile tip is a lifesaver for the girl without arms as she thrusts into my shortstack wife. My hand reaches out to find Gabby¡¯s. We hold hands as we fuck our respective Seafolk. Arie moans and squirms beneath me as my thrusts and questing tip find hidden erogenous zones deep in her secret cove. After a long session of build-up, Kani and I begin thrusting with more urgency. ¡°Ah-ah-ah-ahn!¡± Arie¡¯s musical voice sings with each carnal m. ¡°Alex, is it time?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± I hiss between my teeth as I near the tipping point. ¡°I-I¡­ don¡¯t know¡­ if I¡¯m ready for this¡­¡± I lean in and kiss her before pulling away to show a confident smile. ¡°You¡¯ll be a great mother.¡± Then I pound her Mermaid pussy with everything I have. ¡°Ah-ah-ah-Alex!!!¡± I plunge deep, my tip finding her cervix as my first spurt of Mermaid cum dtes her inner entrance. I surge into Arie¡¯s own grotto and squeeze our second daughter through the length of my ovipositor until the embryo surges out in a final release. ¡°I love you, Arie!¡± *Impregnation Sessful ¨C One Male Breeder Mark!* Arie¡¯s mer-cock sprays cum all over our bellies and tits as she violently orgasms with me. We lie there, embracing as we watch the show next to us. Kani is huge, with her crab body delicately hovering over theparatively tiny and fragile Goblin while her humanoid torso relentlessly humps the green shortstack. Gabbytches onto the crab girl¡¯s breast like a remora while being plowed into the ground. I unsheath myself from my lover and have an idea. I flip around with my waist above Arie¡¯s head and begin licking the caviar cream from her belly. She, in turn, mirrors me. Soon I reach her teardrop tits, and my mouth suckles a nipple. When she matches me, weplete the circle of a glorious tits sixty-nine. Then Kani screams, and Gabby moans as the crab girl stuffs the Goblin with more cum. I spend another few minutes with my face in Arie¡¯s breasts while she teases my nipples, and the two next to us gradually decouple. Lifting my lips from her tits with a pop, I wonder, ¡°Does the ovipositor know when not to work?¡± Arie sits up next to me and responds, ¡°One time, I tried toy my egg in a Mermaid, and it didn¡¯t feel right. I just knew she was already pregnant.¡± Maybe the sensitive tip can detect hormones? Or it¡¯s magic, whatever. ¡°So, you two aren¡¯t going to start passing my daughters around, stick Gabby with all three of my ¡®spawn,¡¯ ory an egg in the wrong hole?¡± ¡°That¡¯s terrible!¡± Arie looks affronted, and I give her a quick kiss in apology. Mollified, she continues, ¡°Our instincts are strong against those things, and I won¡¯t produce another egg once my body senses our daughter inside me.¡± No more using Arie to cheat the system, then. ¡°Once the embryo is attached to the uterine wall, no more ¡®hot potato.¡¯¡± She nods with a suppressed smile at my crude metaphor. ¡°Ready to leave, Gabby?¡± I ask as I approach the two in the post-coital glow. I sit, grab the Goblin by the waist, and pull her crotch to my face. Then I lick and suck the caviar cream from the pink tunnel in her green skin. ¡°Ah-Alex!¡± Gabby cries my name as she arches her spine and pushes herself harder into my mouth and probing tongue. ¡°Please, another round?¡± ¡°You just got here!¡± Kani objects. ¡°Yes, it¡¯s hours before dark!¡± Arie adds. I nod, seeing their reasoning. ¡°Well, I had a lot of sex earlier on top of this, so I¡¯m ready for a break. This greedy Goblin, though, needs a lot more dicking. Let¡¯s try a new position.¡± I sit Gabby on the edge of the water as the Seafolk gather around us. I maneuver Arie face to face with Gabby while Kani lowers her torso into range of the Goblin¡¯s mouth. In seconds, the two are upying the shortstack¡¯s oral andher holes with vigor. Step two to not get sucked dry by Gabby tonightplete! The little Goblin will be too tuckered-out by the Seafolk to test my staminater. If my wives and girls want to have fun together, that¡¯s fine. They¡¯re all pregnant with my offspring! Being a Tamer is the best! Being a Breeder is the best! This is my calling in life. ¡°I¡¯m stepping outside to grab some sun.¡± None of them are listening. Good, this will be dangerous, and I don¡¯t want them stopping me. Picking up a discarded Fishman spear, I subtly exit the grotto with a mission in mind, and marks to spend. 17. Jellyfish (R-18) 17. Jellyfish (R-18) Spoiler (Tentacle Sex, Intion, Slime Unbirth) [copse] Coming from the cool grotto and a dip in the brackish water, the warm sunlight is amazing on my skin. I inspect my marks after a minute of sunning myself. *Breeder Marks ¨C One (Male), One (Female)!* Paternal Malleability I (II - 3) Paternal Customization (3) Paternal Inheritance I Paternal Seminal Control Volume Qualities Spawn Attributes Paternal Seminal Potency Partner Tracker Maternal Ovarian Control Maternity Ward Maternal Fetus Protection Maternal Inheritance I Maternal Fast-Gestation I Maternal Mammary Control and Potency *Mer Marks ¨C Two* Mermaid Sight Fishman Sight Mermaid Gills Fishman Gills Mermaid Fins Mermaid Depth Resistance Fishman Depth Resistance Mermaid Water Magic Mermaid Ovipositor Cancer ws Cancer Legs Cancer Slippery Foam Magic Cancer Summon Armor Fishman Head Fishman Summon Spear Fishman Cock *Spend a Mer Mark to rece Mermaid Ovipositor with Fishman Cock using Paternal Malleability?* Lots of options! Breeder marks are a lot easier toe by than I feared, making the fun choices that much better. And there¡¯s one I really want! *Selected Mammary Control and Potency!* *Choose one* Sustenance Pacification Allure *Selected Pacification!* I choose this option as soon as it pops up. It''s perfect! While I¡¯m looking forward to the other options, I have a n here, and this might actually help me as a Tamer. Something happens as soon as I make the selection. My already respectable breasts swell by a full cup size. My nipples darken, and my are widen. I cup my tits as they grow heavy with milk. It¡¯s as if my breasts went through nine months of hormonal changes in a second! Cool! My Mer mark choices are interesting. I could make myself into a proper sea monster with these, couldn¡¯t I? Of course, there¡¯s no way I¡¯m taking something stupid like Fishman Head. Even Cancer ws have the same problem as Wolf ws. No fingers. Summon Spear is tempting, but the Fishman¡¯s death didn¡¯t unsummon the spears he created, so I¡¯m good for the moment. I¡¯m super excited about Cancer Summon Armor, though! Maybe I should hold off in case I need to use the mark for an emergency¡­ Fuck it! *Selected Cancer Summon Armor!* An exertion of will allows me to conjure a set of te mail onto my body with ease. I¡¯m covered from head to toe in a blink. It¡¯s chitinous, spiky, and most importantly, a badass red with creamy white ents. The armor fits me like a glove; its interior texture smooth as silk flush against my bare skin. The joints are covered by breathable fine mesh chain, also cream-colored. Looking down, I see a booby breastte! This armor totally shows off my curves¡­ I¡¯m in love with this thing! Not to mention it¡¯ll shield me from the sun from now on. No sunblock necessary. The support feels like a top-quality bra too, pushing them into an even more attractive shape while reducing the jiggle when I walk or run. ¡°Awesome! Now, to retrace my steps.¡± A little backtracking, and I find the Jellyfish Slime lying on the beach. She¡¯s still wearing her blue jellyfish bell skirt with tentacles like strips of fabric. Her bell hat has dozens of tiny pink-tipped tendrils. I take a second to admire her shapely, squeezable rump beneath concealment. The flesh I can see is semi-translucent with properties of both malleable slime and firmer jelly. My presence is somehow detected because she rises into the air as if floating and hovers toward me. I unsummon my armor, leaving me standing there naked. *Selected Cancer Slippery Foam Magic!* While much of ancient human knowledge and technology was lost to time, we weren¡¯t reduced to the stone age. I learned in school about the nature of Jellyfish stings. Their tentacles have thousands of microscopic harpoons that deliver their venom. If my theory is correct, the slippery crab foam will protect me. If I¡¯m wrong¡­ hopefully the girls realize I¡¯m missing and find me quickly. I cover myself in Kani¡¯s crustaceous bubbles with a flex of willpower seconds before the Jellyfish Slime wraps me in her tentacles and pins me to the ground. I¡¯m¡­ alive! And there¡¯s no pain, which means I was right! Her tentacles are stronger than they appear. They grip my arms and legs and stretch me spreadeagle while more tendrils explore my nude form. She¡¯s also naked beneath the jellyfish bells, though I guess her skirts are part of her flesh? Everything is slippery, but she¡¯s been warmed by the sun, so her flesh on mine is cool, not cold. She straddles me and leans down. I can¡¯t see her face beneath the jellyfish bell hat even as her lips find my neck. Her lower tentacles wrap around my mer-cock to stroke it, and she trails kisses across my neck, cor, and chest. Then her lipsnd on my nipple and begin to suck. A new sense tingles in my awareness. I instinctively know how to magically enhance my milk production and control the amount of sedative from my ¡®Pacification¡¯ mark. I crank both up to the max! The result is a strange sight. I feel milk streaming from my breast and see the white substance enter the Jellyfish Slime girl, spreading and diluting through her body like milk poured into water. As for the effect¡­ She pulls away from me and straightens to let me see her face for the first time. She¡¯s a drowsy young girl with downturned eyes and aid-back attitude. Her oval face has an ever-present serene smile. This girl isn¡¯t a unch a thousand ships¡¯ beauty, but she is definitely ¡®cuddle on the couch¡¯ pretty. With a yawn and a stretch, she says, ¡°Good morning. Are you being eaten by a slime too?¡± ¡°Eh?¡± She grinds her slippery ass against my lubricated member as she speaks. ¡°Everyone I meet these days is being eaten by a slime. That¡¯s how I went, as well. Their screaming wakes me, and they¡¯re terrible conversationalists, so I go back to sleep until they¡¯re gone.¡± I guess there¡¯s more than a little truth to that ¡®killer slime¡¯ story. I guess her jellyfish venom is how she delivers her digestive fluid. Then her victims melt from the inside and get sucked into her slime body. She runs her fingers across my torso pinned beneath her, marveling at the slipperiness of my defensive bubbly coating. ¡°Waking up this way is much better. You¡¯re not screaming and dissolving, I¡¯ve got this wonderful taste in my mouth, and you¡¯re super cute with big breasts on top of it all.¡± ¡°Thanks, they¡¯re newly improved! Wait, back up, you were eaten by a slime?¡± ¡°Sure was. Lost my group, wandered too close to the Misty Grove, and fell asleep. Thest thing I remember is being eaten by a slime.¡± She slow-blinks. ¡°I¡¯m dead, right? Not that that¡¯s anything to worry about. Being dead is rxing.¡± ¡°You¡¯re not dead; you¡¯re a slime.¡± ¡°No shit?¡± She looks down at herself to inspect her semi-translucent hands and tentacles. ¡°I look like a jellyfish.¡± ¡°Jellyfish Slime,¡± I correct. Maybe the slime merged with her? Or took her memories when it evolved? ¡°My name is Alex. What¡¯s yours?¡± ¡°Olindia. At least, that¡¯s what they called me before I died. I do remember wandering around between naps until I fell in the ocean. Except, I wasn¡¯t walking. I was kind of¡­ shlorping from ce to ce.¡± Sheughs at her own turn of phrase. ¡°Weird.¡± ¡°So¡­ Olindia, are you nning on eating me?¡± I test the waters. ¡°It sure looks like I can¡¯t, which is like, really awesome! I guess that¡¯s what I¡¯ve been doing to everyone I met¡­ which sucks. I mean, wow. I get hungry and need to eat from time to time, but I didn¡¯t want to kill anyone. Some of them seemed like they¡¯d be nice people if they weren¡¯t dissolving, too. Bummer.¡± It must be rough killing everyone you touch. I almost can¡¯t me her psyche for blocking her from realizing the extent of her situation. ¡°As for letting you go¡­ that, I ain¡¯t feeling. My instincts are screaming at me to eat, and fuck whatever I can¡¯t eat¡ªwhich would be you. Hope that works?¡± Olindia shrugs as if it is what it is. ¡°Actually, if I¡¯m not being digested, that works for me. Let my hands free, and I¡¯ll show you a good time.¡± The tentacles binding my wrists immediately loosen. ¡°That was an easy sell,¡± shements with the easygoing grin of someone about to getid. ¡°I was thinking the same thing,¡± I say as I rub my arms to restore cirction. If I were in a tight spot, I might reach for the spear and try to escape. As is, I¡¯m pretty sure I¡¯m not about to be digested. That means it¡¯s time to Tame a monster girl! She¡¯s not that bright, but that adds to her charm in a way. If I can figure out how to disable her jellyfish venom, I¡¯d love to share her with the girls. I put my hands on her waist and squish experimentally. She¡¯s as solid as a flesh and blood woman. Her slime nature is mostly visual, then. Or rather, I spot the ck marble of her core in the deepest part of her chest. Olindia leans down to kiss me. Her slippery tongue invades my mouth, and our tongues wrestle yfully. Then I feel her tentacles searching my lower body for holes to invade. I make sure everything I have is thoroughly lubricated with sudsy bubbles before those potentially deadly instruments enter me. The element of danger is a weird turn-on. I realize that¡¯s always been one of my kinks; maybe one of the reasons I¡¯ve always wanted to be a Tamer. Our lips part, and she says, ¡°Was that too forward? I know this is moving a bit fast, but you feel so good on me, Alex, and your taste is¡­¡± She brushes a tendril behind her ear. ¡°Sorry, though it kind of goes without saying, you¡¯re the first person I can have sex with since the slime ate me. It¡¯s a bit like being stranded alone with one other person. It makes sense if I¡­ maybe, start catching feelings for you?¡± At that moment, a footlong tentacle rams into my love tunnel and fills me in an instant. ¡°Ahn!!!¡± My spine arches beneath her, and I scream in pleasure-pain. Thankfully, my body was bred for this kind of abuse, and it¡¯s far more pleasure than pain. A nce down reveals my belly is bulging from the insertion. ¡°Woah, sorry about that. These things have a mind of their own. I don¡¯t think I can hold back¡­ Are you gonna be okay?¡± My eye twitches as I adjust to the monstrous member. ¡°I¡¯m the one who threw her naked ass at a tentacle slime. I¡¯ll¡­ be fine. As for your feelings, if you¡¯re as good a fuck as you are cute, I think I can reciprocate.¡± ¡°That¡¯s great! Really, really great,¡± Olindia says as she holds her cheeks in both hands like a blushing maiden while one of her tentacles probes my rosebud. ¡°Because I definitely can¡¯t hold back any longer.¡± Another footlong tentacle pushes through my virginal (except for dildo training) anal sphincter. ¡°Aaahhhnn!!!¡± ¡°Mmm, Alex, your insides are so soft!¡± Olindia bites her knuckle, and her eyes roll up into her head. ¡°Is this what being a man feels like?¡± ¡°It¡¯s¡­ pretty awesome¡­ right?¡± I manage to gasp between involuntary muscle contractions as my body reconciles with the two massive insertions inside me. Having my ass stretched like this is wild, but there¡¯s tons of lubrication, and the pain was momentary. Now I¡¯m getting turned on by this stuffed-full sensation. ¡°They say the best experiences are even better when shared,¡± she says as she lifts her skirt-like bell. I see her hairless, plump mons pubis as Olindia positions herself above my tip while straddling me. ¡°What do you think about that, Alex?¡± I gulp. Maybe I should worry for my sanity, throwing in cock stimtion while being simultaneously fucked in all my holes. What can I say? I¡¯m an adventurous girl. ¡°You¡¯d better be ready for the consequences if you take my seed,¡± I say. It¡¯s a bluff, sure, but it has the desired effect. ¡°Fucking shit, Alex. You¡¯re one hot bitch. I think I am falling for you.¡± Olindia sits on my mer-cock, taking its length and girth in a stroke. Maybe that isn¡¯t difficult for a slime, but her body definitely has enough solidity to feel it. ¡°Ahn! It¡¯s just as good as I remember from being human! Even better because I can taste how delicious your human cock is!¡± I don¡¯t bother telling her it¡¯s a mermaid ovipositor. ¡°You can¡­ taste with your pussy?¡± I ask haltingly, having to adjust again to the additional source of pleasure. ¡°Don¡¯t worry; your dick isn¡¯t melting. Whatever you¡¯ve got going on keeps my slime from digesting you even inside me. But, yeah, I can taste with every part of my body, and your precum is a fucking tasty snack.¡± I¡¯m trembling all over without either of us even moving, but I know I¡¯m going to get topped if I don¡¯t do something, so I lift the clothlike bell covering her breasts. Maybe the slime went to her tits because she¡¯s smuggling a pair of melons. I sit up andtch onto her left nipple. The texture is extra-firm gtine, and her vor is sea brine. ¡°Yes! Fuck me, Alex!¡± I nt my feet in the sand and thrust up into her. At the same time, her tentacles begin undting in and out of myher holes. My hands grab her ass under her bell and fondle the two voluptuous buttocks I find. ¡°Mph!¡± I moan into her melons as I¡¯m double fucked. It takes everything I have to keep the pace pumping her pussy. She doesn¡¯t have a sheath like a woman; it¡¯s more like fucking a thick pudding, except her slime is gripping me tight. I guess the sensation is most like an onahole inside a curvy, beautiful woman. ¡°Part of me wishes we¡¯d met before the slime ate me, but then I wouldn¡¯t have all these nifty tentacles.¡± I do my best to dy my release, but Olindia has seemingly unlimited stamina. Meanwhile, the tentacles inside me are hitting erogenous zones I didn¡¯t know I had. I¡¯m the first to climax by default. I shoot my load while forgetting to control the volume again. A cloud of white blooms inside her. ¡°Aaahhhnnn!¡± Olindia screams as her slime body absorbs my semen. Her spine arches and even her tentacles pause. She quivers and jiggles above me ck-jawed and panting despite having no lungs. ¡°Sho g-good! Human seed¡­ is the best!¡± That gives me an idea. I recline on the sand while grabbing her head and press her face to my chest. She instinctively suckles my nipple, which produces a steady stream of milk using my magic mammary mark. Her body starts convulsing immediately. I¡¯m on the right track. Pushing past the post-orgasmic sensitivity of my mer-cock, I continue thrusting inside the Jellyfish Slime. With one arm around her head, I throw the other arm around her skirt and waist to hold her tight as I m upward into her dreamy softness. Olindia uses both her hands to pry herself away from my breast and throws her head back. ¡°Please! I can¡¯t! The taste is unlike anything else¡­ I feel like something¡¯s going to snap if I drink more!¡± I¡¯m pumping her pussy with no regard for pacing, rushing myself toward another climax as soon as possible. It¡¯s extra difficult while fighting my natural refractory period. Thankfully, my feminine orgasmes rolling forth from the massive insertions inside me as I rock and pound myself on her tentacles. This explosion of pleasure pushes me through another ejaction. This cum eruption is no less than the first. If anything, I¡¯m working my mark its hardest to produce more cum thanst time! Another cloud of white billows into her depths. More white from my milk churns inside her, mixing with the blue slime, recoloring her, filling her with my essence. ¡°Aaahhhnnn!!!¡± Olindia orgasms again as she tastes so much of my seed at once. The only ce not creamy is a shell of blue around her ck marble core. When the intensity of her high diminishes to tolerable levels, her body¡¯s tremoring slows to twitches, and she lowers her head to meet my eyes. ¡°I don¡¯t care anymore. You were the first person who could do this with me. I don¡¯t care what happens if we keep going; it¡¯s fine if it¡¯s you, Alex¡­ Just, take all of me.¡± With that, Olindia takes my other nipple in her mouth and continues suckling. Another tentacle finds my mouth at the same time. She matches my thrusts up by mming her hips down onto my mer-cock over and over while three of her tentacles fuck my ass, pussy, and throat mercilessly. It¡¯s a race to see who cks out first, her from my essence, or me fromck of air. Maybe it¡¯s the creeping darkness that helps me cross the finish line again, but I return to full awareness with a gasp as Olindia extracts her tendril from my gullet. She leans back as I cum another massive load into her body and onto her core. Those jiggly breasts heave as the white of my essence fully permeates her slime to the tips of her tentacles. Her expression is somewhere between drunk and high on a profound mind-altering substance. ¡°Alex, this is going to sound totally fucking crazy¡­ but I need to be inside you. I need to be yours. Make me yours!¡± She does sound crazy, but a little voice in the back of my head says this sounds like evolution instinct talking. I spread my legs and tell her, ¡°Be mine.¡± Olindia dissolves as she copses in on herself. Thest I see of her face shows her falling into a peaceful sleep. Then the white slime amoeba extends a tendril into my private cove. Like water going down a drain, every drop of slime pushes and sloshes into my womb. *Pacified the Jellyfish Slime ¨C Two Slime Marks!* I did it. I nearly died several times, but I did it. 18. Mole-Men 18. Mole-Men I return to the grotto to find things winding down. Gabby is much as I left her, getting double dicked and used as an onahole by two horny Seafolk, but even the greedy Goblin is clearly tired. ¡°I¡¯m back!¡± ¡°Alex? Where have you¡­ Alex!!!¡± Arie screams in shock when she sees me. Understandable, since I look nine months pregnant and two weeks overdue. My belly bulges far past my breasts, and my ¡®innie¡¯ has be an ¡®outie¡¯ belly button. Totally worth it, though. *Slime Marks ¨C Two* Slime Constitution Jellyfish Slime Constitution Slime Malleability Jellyfish Slime Malleability Slime Mutability Jellyfish Slime Mutability Slime Hair / Legs / Arms Jellyfish Slime Tentacles Arie swims over to me in a frantic rush, leaving Gabby to fall off Kani¡¯s mer-cock and ssh into the water. ¡°Who did this to you?¡± I point at my tattoos, which depict the contents of my uterus on the front of my distended belly. Olindia¡¯s sleeping face sans body is inly visible in tattoo form. ¡°Alex!¡± she says in outrage on my behalf. ¡°You let the beach bimbo slime get all up in you? Do you know where she¡¯s been?¡± Arie definitely thinks I¡¯m better than this, whatever that means here. ¡°The Jellyfish Slime?¡± Gabby asks, having surfaced in time to hear Arie, as she swims over. ¡°Alex, this is important. Which hole did she enter you through? Oral, anal, or vaginal?¡± I answer seriously when Gabby takes her ¡®doctor¡¯ tone with me. ¡°Vaginal¡­¡± The Goblin girl sighs in relief. ¡°Thank goodness. If she¡¯d gone in one of the other holes, she¡¯d evolve into a Sewer Slime and eat you from the inside out.¡± I gulp, having narrowly avoided death yet again. ¡°A-and what does she evolve into this way?¡± Gabby frowns at me. She¡¯s not happy I risked my life while she was upied. ¡°I suppose you¡¯ll have to wait and see,¡± she says as she magically summons her spectacles and dons them with aplomb. Damn, she knows I can¡¯t read the Book of Monsters without her spectacles. I won¡¯t be able to find out if she doesn¡¯t want me to as punishment. ¡°Then, my Alex will be alright?¡± Arie pleads with Gabby. ¡°Yes. However, Alex is going to give me an extremely thorough ount of her encounter when we get home, as I wasn¡¯t present to personally document the possible evolutionary criteria.¡± Oh, yeah, that¡¯s the other reason she¡¯s mad¡­ ¡°Also, how did you survive the jellyfish venom?¡± the Goblin asks, eyebrow raised. ¡°A little trick I picked up courtesy of Kani called ¡®Slippery Foam Magic.¡¯¡± Both my wives re at the crab girl in question as if to hold her responsible. ¡°Don¡¯t be like that. me me and my stupid risk-taking. It all worked out, though!¡± I need to take some risks to get stronger. I won¡¯t make any progress staying safe in the hut all day. Arie turns to Gabby and takes the Goblin in her arms. ¡°Please, promise me you¡¯ll look after Alex! I can¡¯t protect her onnd¡­¡± Gabby strokes Arie¡¯s hair with some affection, which is a huge step in intimacy for the little Goblin. ¡°I¡¯ll do what I can, but her independent streak is a mile long. At least she¡¯s not defenseless.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right!¡± I summon my crab armor. To my surprised delight, the te mail suit is tailored to fit my new belly. There¡¯s extra padding and even maternity support bands! Magic for the win!!! Neither Gabby nor Arie needs to be told where I got the armor. ¡°Ahem, Gabby, I should mention the mark I got from you saved my life in the fight with the Fishman.¡± The Goblin shortstack eyes me with great interest from both a personal and schrly standpoint. ¡°It¡¯s called ¡®Fast Learner.¡¯ It helps me learn skills by watching them in action¡­ like spear fighting to the death with a Fishman.¡± ¡°What ability did you get from me, Alex?¡± Arie asks with a pleading whine in her voice like she¡¯ll be crushed if I don¡¯t have a good answer. ¡°Water Magic! Now I don¡¯t have to worry about dehydration! It¡¯s a great survival ability. It also helped us keep the Jellyfish Slime at baying here. Actually, I recall it yed a pivotal role in Gabby and my first time~¡± I shoot my Goblin wife a yful grin, and she blushes while adjusting her spectacles. ¡°Oh! I want to hear about this!¡± Arie says. Kani, on the other hand, isn¡¯t too interested and just ogles my te mail. ¡°Next time, I¡¯ll tell you all about how we met.¡± I dismiss the armor, bing naked, and lift the Goblin shortstack into my arms for a hug. ¡°Gabby needs to warm up in the sun before she gets sick.¡± The green-skinned girl splutters objections. ¡°I may be small, but I¡¯m not a child to be carried about and looked after! I know my limits!¡± says the shivering Goblin with wrinkly fingers and blue lips. Hypothermia is real, and spending too much time in the water is a good way to get there. I felt the chill earlier after our fun in the grotto. Gabby¡¯s smaller body is even more susceptible. Arie is well aware of the realities when dealing with warm-blooded lovers after our talkst night. Her lip trembles with sympathy. ¡°I don¡¯t want you to get sick, Gabby. Think of the baby.¡± The Goblin girl huffs in protest but wraps her limbs around me so we warm one another with our bodies. ¡°Alright. We don¡¯t want to be caught here past dark anyhow. Let me down so I can put some clothes on.¡± While Gabby does that, I approach Kani. The crab girl lowers her crustacean body to put her torso at my eye level. I kiss her tenderly on the mouth. Her lips follow mine a moment after I pull away as if begging me to stay. ¡°I¡¯ll be back. Don¡¯t forget I¡¯ll be checking on my daughter often!¡± Kani nces down at my mer-cock, then lifts her sultry eyes to mine. ¡°I¡¯ll bear as many children as you wish if you keep taking care of my needs like today.¡± I wink. ¡°It¡¯s a promise, then!¡± Then I turn to Arie, who has gone teary-eyed. ¡°It hurts every time I have to let you go,¡± she says. ¡°Then we¡¯ll make each time we reunite a celebration,¡± I say. We intece our fingers as we kiss, sharing ast passionate embrace of the day with our breasts pressed flush together. When we part, a thought urs to me. ¡°Feel any different? If Gabby¡¯s book is right, you should have everything you need to evolve.¡± Arie helped kill the Fishman, a second-tier Seafolk, and had sex with Kani, also a second-tier Seafolk. She both impregnated me and got pregnant by me. Whether you count Gabby or the Fishman as the ¡®Summon¡¯ user, the little Mermaid should fully qualify for her next step. ¡°Now you mention it, I do feel tired,¡± Arie begins. Gabby, having slipped into her discarded robes, snaps to attention. ¡°Do you feel drawn anywhere in particr?¡± The Mermaid blinks in confusion, then nods. ¡°I have this subtle sensation of ustrophobia. It¡¯s not so bad here in the grotto, but it feels like a bad idea to take a nap in a cramped ce.¡± ¡°Excellent,¡± the Goblin Apprentice says. ¡°Your evolution is saying you¡¯re going to get bigger. Anything else?¡± ¡°I am quite hungry¡­¡± Gabby nods. ¡°Another sign. Your body is seeking energy for the change. Catch something to eat, then find a safe ce where you don¡¯t feel that sense of enclosure. Your evolution may take several hours during which you¡¯ll be incapacitated.¡± ¡°She could stay here,¡± Kani suggests. Arie looks at her in surprise. ¡°You said the grotto felt big enough. I¡¯ll guard you.¡± My girls are getting along! Hurray! Gabby raises a suspicious eyebrow. ¡°What¡¯s in it for you?¡± It hasn¡¯t slipped the Goblin girl¡¯s attention that Kani¡¯s rtionship with us is more circumstantial than emotional. Our foursome to her was an alignment of wants, needs, and desires rather than a romantic bond. Kani casts a sidelong nce at Arie and suggestively wiggles her torso. ¡°In exchange, maybe you could help me with my¡­ condition, while Alex is away?¡± The Mermaid smirks and puts a hand on her hip. ¡°I find your terms eptable. I¡¯m more than willing to lend a hand for the woman bearing my daughter.¡± ¡°Oh, yeah, this is yours, isn¡¯t it?¡± Kani looks down at her tummy with a resigned expression. ¡°I guess I should get used to the idea of a ¡®Matron¡¯ type evolution¡­¡± Arie swims over to put one arm around Kani¡¯s waist and affectionately rubs the crab girl¡¯s belly. ¡°That¡¯s the spirit! We¡¯re going to be one big family.¡±
Gabby and I leave the grotto soon after. I don my crab armor once under the hot sun to protect my skin. We go around the rocks, up the sandy hill, and into the tall grass of Fuzzy Field. The two of us chart a new path through the tall grass, steering clear of the brook and avoiding our trail from the morning on our way back. The Goblin girl has us stop and hide a few times because she heard something. My Harpy Sight spots Dire Wolves and Orcs in the distance, but nothing we have to avoid. The mole-men don¡¯t find us this time either. I¡¯m once again thankful for the natural barrier of the wolf¡¯s bane nts as we arrive at Gabby¡¯s hut unosted. I sigh with relief as we put our feet up and rx, though Gabby treats the trip as the afternoon stroll it was. My wife¡¯s steel nerves are impressive. She probably goes foraging every other day with nothing but a pocket full of herbs to defend herself. I can only imagine how she deals with it if I¡¯m this tense after an afternoon walk. ¡°How are you feeling?¡± she asks me. Aww! She¡¯s checking up on me. I¡¯m so happy to have such a dutiful Goblin bride. ¡°Great, actually.¡± ¡°Perfect.¡± She strips her cloak off and stands before me naked with her hands on her hips. ¡°You had a long break on our way home. We can get a head-start on tonight with a few warmup rounds, then gradually transition into the hardcore fucking. My libido is screaming that I have a lot of lonely nights to make up for as soon as possible.¡± How is she still this horny??? She¡¯s going to break my poor dick at this rate!!! ¡°Know what? All this fucking has worked up an appetite. I¡¯ll go forage some dinner and be back before sundown.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll apany you.¡± ¡°No! I mean, no, you stay here and rx, honey.¡± My pet name has her blushing to her ear tips, and my excuses give me the opportunity to make it to the door. ¡°I¡¯ve got my armor, spear, and a little magic. It¡¯s just Fuzzy Field. I¡¯ll be fine.¡± I blow her a kiss before closing the door behind me. ¡°Love you!¡± I need that bunny mark ASAP!
Wolf Nose activate! Sniff, sniff. I smell a bunny bitch boy. I run through Fuzzy Field in full crab armor at top speed, Fishman spear in hand. Harpy Lightweight is doing work! Finding the trail I previously identified isn¡¯t difficult. It¡¯s a bit stale by this point, but all that amounts to is some extra footwork. I zigzag across the field following the bunny¡¯s path. The ground trembles beneath me several times, though I¡¯m too fast for the ambushes to surround me. I¡¯ve entered mole-man territory. ¡°Kyaa!¡± I hear a feminine scream. Wolf Rush! Darting towards the source of the noise double-time fast, I stumble upon a horrifying scene. Two grotesque mole-men are grabbing up tiny childlike fuzzy creatures by the armful. The mole-men have squinty eyes, wlike nails, and huge incisors. They¡¯re covered in fur that¡¯s matted with dried blood around their mouths and crusty with dirt everywhere else. They have bulky male proportions, hunched backs, and thick dangling schlongs. The abducted children are proportioned like preteens, but only a foot and a half tall. Fur covers their lower bodies, their ears are inhumanlyrge, and they have sharp nails. They¡¯re quick and nimble, but they scatter when startled and are easily herded away from one mole-man and into the arms of the other. It¡¯s amon hunter¡¯s tactic. Based on the dried blood on the mole-men, these kids are about to be the monsters¡¯ dinner. ¡°No! Take me instead!¡± says a nearby bunny boy. He presents his plump derriere, fluffy bunny tail standing proud, and smacks his butt cheek. ¡°I-I¡¯ve got a lot more m-meat on me. So, l-let them go!¡± One of the mole-men drops his catch to reach for the bunny boy, who narrowly hops out of reach. The other mole-man stupidly drops his catch as well to summon a shovel. By plunging the garden tool into the ground, he creates a localized tremor that causes the bunny boy to stumble and fall. The two mole-men, cocks erect, mouths drooling, stand over the bunny boy¡¯s defenseless, skyward-pointing, deliciously round ass. ¡°I¡¯ve seen enough,¡± I say as I step into the small clearing of trampled grass. I grew up with Orcs and know not all monsters are bad guys. These, though, can¡¯t be suffered to live. ¡°The only one who gets to eat that ass is me!¡± ¡°Woman?¡± one mole-man asks the other. ¡°Crab?¡± he replies. Their voices are gruff, gravelly, and grating. The first mole-man shrugs and points at my spear. ¡°Kill.¡± ¡°That¡¯s the idea,¡± I agree. The second mole-man summons his shovel, and the fight is on. Wolf Rush! I dart in and nick one of them in the side with my spear tip, even as he dodges. The other hits the ground with his shovel, causing the ground beneath me to upheave. Despite my unstable footing, I¡¯m a Lightweight even with the armor (credit to Gale), and I saw him use this trick before. Fast Learner is already showing me how to distribute my weight, how to slide on the loose soil to my advantage, and where to point the spear to keep my bnce. A shovel swings for my head. I duck and roll away before popping back onto my feet. My distended belly sloshes and I¡¯m d it¡¯s not a real baby in there instead of a slime girl. The two mole-men try to nk me. I focus on defense while watching their movements, hoping Fast Learner will help me bridge the gap in numbers and strength. One shovel swings high and the other low to catch me crossways. I leap over the low spear while raising my arms to block the high one. The blow sends me tumbling away, dizzy, winded, and bruised but unharmed. I thank Kani for the armor, as I¡¯d be a wreck without it after that attack. After struggling to my feet, I force myself to move. I can¡¯t let them nk me again. Wolf Rush! I leap over one earth upheaval after another as the two mole-men try to capitalize on their earlier hit. Inspiration strikes, and I swing my spear like they swing their shovels, copying their style to leave a shallow cut on one mole-man¡¯s shoulder. They swipe at me in passing, but I duck or jump over each strike. Another Wolf Rush lets me stay one step ahead of them to deliver another sh. I¡¯m doing good damage and evading their attacks, but I¡¯ve done a lot of Wolf Rushes today, and it¡¯s taking a toll. I¡¯m sweating inside my crab armor. I¡¯m panting, and my muscles are aching. I¡¯m wearing myself out too fast. When I exhaust myself, I¡¯m dead. This time, as I circle them to put the near mole-man between myself and the far one, I stop to go in for a thrust. My opponent counters me with a thrust of his own, but I have armor. My blow draws blood while his throws sparks off my belly te. Unfortunately, the second mole-man uses his Earth Magic to upset the ground beneath me. Before I can escape the unstable footing, the first mole-man hits me with the t of his shovel head in a ncing blow. Another bruise. I¡¯m in trouble. Think! I use another Wolf Rush to retake the battle¡¯s momentum. I¡¯m wishing I had magic to counter theirs as I jump over another upheaval when it hits me. Wait, I do! Thanks, Arie! With a flex of will and an outstretched hand, I shoot a stream of water at the mole-men¡¯s feet. My Water Magic ¡®jet¡¯ isn¡¯t powerful enough to throw these monsters off their feet or fast enough to hit their eyes. What it can do is make mud. All their Earth Magic has loosened the soil in the area. All their turning about to follow me as I circle them churns the water and dirt together to make mud. Mud is sticky, less responsive to their Earth Magic, and sucks at their feet when they move. Wolf Rush! I¡¯m really feeling the effect of all this running at double speed, but it¡¯s worth it when I stab the first mole-man in the kidney from behind. He couldn¡¯t turn to face me and defend himself in time. I grin inside my crabby helmet as I watch his blood flow freely. I approach the second mole-man slowly, spear raised. When he swings his shovel, I deflect the trajectory with my spear and hit him with a shallow jab. Fast Learner has been watching all this time, collecting data, and feeding me battle experience at something like ten times the normal rate. It feels like I¡¯ve been fighting them for hours with Gabby whispering tips and pointers into my ear. ¡°I know all your moves now.¡± The first mole-man hits the ground with his shovel, eliciting a pathetic st of mud. I barely feel the earth tremble beneath me. It¡¯s gory work finishing the job. I go at it with methodical determination now I don¡¯t have to rely on Wolf Rush. My spear parries their swings and draws another drop of blood over and over. They¡¯re both hulking, meaty things with lots of blood to spill. It takes a while, but eventually, they copse from blood loss. Two mercy killingster, I stand above their corpses. *Overcame the Mole-man ¨C Two Fuzzy Marks!* Singr. I only got marks for one. So, no mark farming. Good to know. I turn to look for my prize and find the bunny boy didn¡¯t run. He¡¯s standing there, nose sniffing the air with interest, blinking at me in shock and awe. ¡°A-are you human?¡± The question takes me by surprise. I must be a sight with a bulging belly, intimidating spikey red crab armor, covered in mud and blood. My mind and body barely qualify as human by the old standard anymore. I flex my gauntleted fingers and wonder¡­ ¡°I think I¡¯m more, now.¡± I in turn drink in the bunny boy¡¯s curvaceous body, meet his curious, yearning eyes, I smile with predatory hunger. To the victor go the spoils. 19. Cottontail (R-18) 19. Cottontail (R-18) ¡°I¡¯m Alex. What¡¯s your name?¡± I ask the bunny boy. He¡¯s around 3¡¯ 6¡±, about a head taller than a Goblin, and totally nude. Quivering with fear, he looks up at me with two heart-stopping blue eyes. The little bunny has strawberry blond hair, long ears, and tons of cute freckles on his face and shoulders. He has a slender build and a t chest, but his hips re into bounteous buttocks that trail into thick thighs. I caught a glimpse of his perfectly fluffy powderpuff tail earlier. ¡°M-my name is Cottontail. Please, miss, if you¡¯re going to eat me, all I ask is you make it quick.¡± He inteces his fingers in hisp and falls to his knees. His furry bunny paws sy behind him while I get a good look at his dick. It¡¯s three and a half inches long without any sign of pubic hair on his groin. Despite being tinypared to a human¡¯s, the proportions are reasonable. Double his height, and he¡¯d have a seven-inch cock. If anything, Goblins are the ones with monster dicks; a six-incher on a three-foot humanoid is like a man having a footlong. That said, to my sensibilities as a Tamer who practiced with giant dildoes as a form of self-defense, his cute wiener looks more like a big clit than a tiny cock. His ball sack is an adorable little purse. As for what he¡¯s asking, I do intend to ¡®eat¡¯ him, so¡­ ¡°I¡¯m afraid that¡¯s one request I can¡¯t abide.¡± Dismissing my summoned crab armor, I loom above the bunny boy in all my naked glory. His little clit goes stiff. He eyes my gravid belly and motherly tits with open lust tempered by fear as his gaze falls on my Wolf Legs. ¡°Y-y-you¡¯re a wolf. I¡­ I see. At least my life will mean something as nourishment for your brood.¡± I quirk my head to the side, thenugh. He furrows his brow in confusion. Grabbing my round tummy in both hands, I step closer and show him my tattoos. He recoils in fright instead of seeing the humor. ¡°Eep! A ldy? Y-y-you¡¯re not going to stuff me in there with her, are you?¡± I can¡¯t helpughing again. ¡°No, no, no, I don¡¯t do that. She was kind of an ident, I guess? Anyway, I¡¯m not going to hurt you or use you as food. Rx. Is there a safe ce nearby we can talk?¡± ¡°I-I won¡¯t lead you to the Warren!¡± I see a spark of defiance in his eyes. ¡°My life is one thing, you can roast me or boil me or eat me alive, but I¡¯ll never let you have mom and sis!¡± Never say never, little bunny boy. ¡°All I¡¯m asking for is a ce for us to be alone where the mole-men and harpies won¡¯t intrude.¡± He ponders that request for a moment before answering. ¡°There¡¯s a burrow close by. The Fuzzies don¡¯t linger near an attack, so there shouldn¡¯t be anyone to see you¡­ do the deed.¡± Is that a euphemism, or does he still think I¡¯m a predator? I mean, I am, just not in a bad way, more like a ¡®cougar¡¯ dommy mommy. I¡¯d never touch the preadolescent Fuzzies, and getting his consent should be easy enough once I convince him I¡¯m not really an exotic wolf evolution. ¡°Lead the way.¡± Cottontail climbs to his feet and obediently begins walking. His head is downcast, but his fluffy bunny powderpuff is perky. Interesting. The bunny boy is an odd mix of fear and lust. My gaze is hypnotized by how his paws act like high heels in the way they naturally lift his buttocks into a firmer and rounder shape when he walks. Seeing the heavy sprinkle of freckles on his bare ass tickles a fetish buried deep in my psyche. And the sway of those hips¡­ ¡°We¡¯re here.¡± There¡¯s a hole in the groundrge enough to fit several people but doesn¡¯t lead into a tunnel. Great ce to hide when the Harpies fly overhead. He hops inside, and I follow. It¡¯s cool in here, but not dark. I see Cottontail look at me over his shoulder, expectant, holding his arms as if tofort himself while he waits for me to bite his sulent rear. ¡°You didn¡¯t run.¡± I¡¯m curious to learn about him before we dive in. He seems surprised and slightly disappointed I¡¯m still asking questions instead of getting it over with. ¡°It feels like my time.¡± Hmm. ¡°Let¡¯s unpack that.¡± ¡°Unpack?¡± ¡°Tell me why you think it¡¯s your ¡®time.¡¯ Why did you offer yourself to the mole-men to protect the Fuzzies?¡± Cottontail turns to face me with confusion. ¡°I never thought I¡¯d be having this conversation with a wolf¡­ I assumed we all understand how things work by now.¡± ¡°I¡¯m human, or I used to be.¡± ¡°T-truly? I suppose it doesn¡¯t matter. Predators are all alike¡­ the mole-men, wolves, Harpies, Orcs, Sea Folk, Slimes, even river monsters and the nts in the forest. Often, they rape before eating. I¡¯ve seen it all my life. They know it makes them stronger, doing it that way. Something must be broken in me because I¡¯ve always wanted to be caught like this.¡± ¡°You¡­ wish for death?¡± ¡°No! No, I don¡¯t want to die. I just get, I don¡¯t know, excited thinking about predators? The thought of powerful monsters grabbing me with their giant hands and forcing me to take their massive cocks makes me hard and want to rut. The stronger the monster, the hotter I get. Always been that way. ¡°I saw the mole-men about to eat the Fuzzies and decided it wasn¡¯t fair. I¡¯ve lived a long time, for a Bunny, but those kits haven¡¯t even gotten to their first evolution! I wasn¡¯t going to live much longer without bing corrupted, so I might as well take the plunge if it¡¯d give them a chance to grow up. Maybe the mole-men would at least let me live my perverted fantasy before eating me. ¡°Then you came and imed my life! The way you slew those monsters, proving yourself the superior predator¡­¡± He gulps and gets a stiffy thinking about it. ¡°I¡¯ve never seen anything so sexy.¡± What a sweet little subby boy! Kind and caring; a perfect nanny for my offspring. I¡¯ll be sure to take good care of him~! Wait¡ªSteady, girl! Don¡¯t get distracted too soon. ¡°What was that about bing corrupted?¡± ¡°Oh, you haven¡¯t seen it? Mole-men evolve from Mice and Bunnies like me.¡± ¡°Huh. Aren¡¯t you a second-tier evolution, like the mole-men, though?¡± He nods. ¡°Right. It¡¯s a corruption-type evolution¡ªmore like a side-step. There¡¯s nothing I or sis can evolve into that would let us protect ourselves. Everybody knows that. Some of us hate it and will do anything to stop being prey. If we eat one of the Fuzzies¡­ that¡¯s all it takes.¡± I was right. Like Fishmen, the only good mole-man is a dead mole-man. Orcs are more about fighting. I know Goblins in town somehow evolve through physicalpetition. Minotaurs and Wargs must be simr, though I don¡¯t know the details. The lives of predator and prey, the endless cycle of producing children to be devoured by one¡¯s enemies, the inescapable dread of knowing you¡¯ll one day be eaten by a Harpy, wolf, or something else unless you be a monster yourself¡­ No, I can¡¯t get bogged down thinking about philosophy. I need to do what I can for one little bunny boy first. ¡°I could protect you.¡± ¡°Eh?¡± His startled expression is so cute! ¡°Swear to be my prey and mine alone. I¡¯ll be the only one allowed to devour you!¡± Cottontail¡¯s little clit is rock hard. ¡°Y-y-you want an exclusive predator-prey rtionship?¡± Then the bunny boyughs. ¡°That¡¯s the hottest thing I can imagine, but there¡¯s no way it could work! I have to forage on the surface to feed my family. I¡¯ve long since epted a Harpy will catch me one day.¡± He¡¯s right. I can¡¯t guard him all the time. Nor can I move his family to the hut; we won¡¯t make it through the winter without a steady food supply. But maybe there¡¯s another way¡­ *Breeder Marks ¨C One (Male)!* Paternal Malleability I (II - 3) Paternal Customization (3) Paternal Inheritance I Paternal Seminal Control Volume Qualities Spawn Attributes Paternal Seminal Potency Partner Tracker Maternal Ovarian Control Maternity Ward Maternal Fetus Protection Maternal Inheritance I Maternal Fast-Gestation I Maternal Mammary Control and Potency Sustenance Pacification Allure If Maternal Control and Potency has it, but Paternal Control doesn¡¯t, then¡­ *Selected Paternal Seminal Potency!* *Choose one* Sustenance Sperm Lure As expected! *Selected Sustenance!* ¡°What if I have a way to feed you and your family while you stay inside the Warren? Would you be my prey, then?¡± Cottontail covers his mouth with the back of his hand and giggles. ¡°A predator asking permission isn¡¯t sexy, but I¡¯ll overlook it if you prove you can fill my belly without leaving the burrow. Manage that¡­ and I¡¯ll promise to always be your p-prey.¡± I hear wedding bells in my mind. I picture Cottontail in a white dress¡­ smiling with those big blue eyes¡­ getting thrown on our bed and lifting his skirt¡­ Ahem! Less fantasy, more reality! ¡°You made that sound like a challenge,¡± I say as I invade his personal space. He has to look between my dangling breasts to see my face when I tower over him. It¡¯s like he can¡¯t decide between gazing into my eyes, like a mouse before a snake, or staring at my bouncy milkers in lustful hunger. As he said, asking permission isn¡¯t sexy, so I grab him and sit to rest my back against the dirt wall while holding his face to my bosom. His diminutive frame sits on my belly, and his stiffy presses into my sternum. ¡°Filling your belly is going to be my new favorite pastime.¡± While my bust is still firmly in the human realm, to him, they¡¯re mountainous. His handsnd on my squishy mounds, tiny fingers sinking deep as he leans back to stare in awe at my rack. Cottontail¡¯s scarlet blushing freckled face is adorable. I grab the bunny boy by the neck and force his mouth to my wet nipple. Instinct and hunger have himtching on in seconds. I don¡¯t yet have the marks to satiate him this way, but he¡¯s a very small humanoid, including hishers¡ªI might hurt him if he¡¯s not totally rxed when I go to use his boy-pussy. My Pacification milk turns him to putty in my hands as his tension drains away. I feel his arms and legs going limp. Producing milk for my bunny boy has a simr effect on me. I¡¯m aroused by the scene, but the act of nursing him is so peaceful and quietly pleasant that I¡¯m tempted to drift off. ¡°How are you feeling? Foggy, confused?¡± I lift his face from my tit to answer. I need to test the side effects of my milk for future reference and consent purposes. ¡°No¡­ just sleepy. You¡¯re really nice, for a predator. I was expecting a lot rougher treatment. Also, your milk is tasty, but I¡¯m still hungry.¡± Great, my breastmilk isn¡¯t mind control, just a soporific. Good for pacifying monsters, rxing subs, and nothing more nefarious. ¡°That was just forey, sweetheart.¡± My free hand finds his ass. The two shapely cheeks beneath my exploring fingers are silky smooth, unbearably soft, and delightfully squishy. ¡°Mmm, that¡¯s more like it,¡± hements as my hands im his flesh for my amusement. A flex of will and mental tweak of Water Magic produces a stream of fresh, warm liquid from my palm. The flow is fast, but the volume is light, yielding a targeted cleaning spray that feels like a gentle massage. I wash his ass, perineum, andhers while we cuddle, giving special attention to his rosebud. ¡°Ahn!¡± Cottontail buries his head in my chest and squeezes me with his arms as my water stream tenderly presses into his backdoor. His powderpuff tail twitches, his ears flick, and his stiffy rubs harder against me. His cute little aroused noises and needy expressions make me want him all the more. I cut the flow and grab his waist to reposition him. I have Cottontail straddle my chest with his oversized clit nestled in the cleavage of my breasts with his bubble butt in my face. ¡°Eh?¡± ¡°Just do whates naturally,¡± I encourage him as I douse my breasts in Slippery Foam Magic. His spread ass reveals a burgeoning boy-pussy, his clean, hairless pucker pursed and ready for attention. I push my tits together, forming a tunnel around his little member, and lean forward. I lick my bunny boy from perineum to the base of his tail before tonguing his smooth inner ass cheeks. The intense sensation of my slick tongue on his most sensitive area drives his hips into the soft mounds of my mark-enhanced breasts. As I circle his rosebud, Cottontail starts humping my sudsy tits in earnest. Like a rabbit in heat, he pounds the warm flesh before him with no regard for endurance. He¡¯s off in his own world of pleasure in moments. Each roll of his hips drives his ass deeper onto my tongue, heightening his bliss in a cycle of ascending carnal gratification. Cottontail¡¯s pucker pinches my tongue as he tenses, muscles clenching and spasming in climax as he drives himself as hard and fast as his little hips can move into my bosom. His stiffy spurts cream onto my breasts and belly, covering both in white streamers. I lift him from my chest, pulling his sulent ass from its impalement on my tongue, and sit up. The bunny boy surpasses my expectations by not losing his hard-on for even a moment despite his body still twitching with orgasmic aftershocks. Does he not have a refractory period? ¡°You made a mess,¡± I say, gesturing at the cum he sprayed all over my front. ¡°Clean it up.¡± ¡°O-okay.¡± I grab a fistful of his strawberry blond hair, not hard enough to hurt, just a firm show of strength. ¡°You¡¯re going to call me ¡®Mistress¡¯ from now on.¡± ¡°Y-yes, M-Mistress Alex.¡± If anything, his clit stiffy gets even harder. Like an obedient ve boy, heps his spilled cream from my tits and tummy. When he has every drop, he kneels before me and opens his mouth wide, tongue lolling out, to show me the cream he¡¯s collected. ¡°Swallow.¡± Cottontail obeys with hearts in his big blue eyes. *Dominated the Bunny Boy ¨C One Fuzzy Mark!* *Fuzzy Marks ¨C Three* Rodent Nose (Bunny, Mole-man) Rodent Ears (Bunny) Rodent Stature (Bunny) Rodent Cock (Bunny) Bunny Tail Bunny Legs Bunny Stamina Mole-man Earth Magic Mole-man ws Mole-man Summon Shovel Mole-man Cock *Spend a Fuzzy Mark to rece Mermaid Ovipositor with Rodent Cock (Bunny) using Paternal Malleability?* *Spend a Fuzzy Mark to rece Mermaid Ovipositor with Mole-man Cock using Paternal Malleability?* Two options jump out at me as must-haves. *Selected Bunny Stamina!* *Selected Mole-man Cock!* Now I finally have the tools to show Gabby who¡¯s boss in the bedroom, not to mention properly dom my first prey. Cottontail stares at my new monstrous rod, cheeks blushing, eyes wide with lust, and bites his lip. I smile to see we both know where this is going. 20. Cottontail Part 2 (R-18) 20. Cottontail Part 2 (R-18) Spoiler Feminization, Pegging [copse] My Mole-man cock is a thick, veiny nine-inch sausage. The skin is dirt brown with a wrinkly foreskin that peels back at my growing arousal to reveal its mushroom-shaped pink ns. It¡¯s shorter than the ovipositor, but its girth puts the Mermaid equivalent to shame, especiallyparing the one¡¯s tapered tip to this fat b of hot meat. Cottontail drools as he stares at my new member with hearts in his eyes. He basically admitted to fantasizing about being taken by the previous owner of this monstrosity, so I shouldn¡¯t have any reservations about whates next. ¡°This is what¡¯s going to fill your belly.¡± I take my cock in hand and move closer, then release it to p the length across Cottontail¡¯s gleeful face. While not an extreme size for a human, it has to seem enormous to a half-height rabbit. His taking this nine-inch rod is like a human being dicked by a fifteen-inch behemoth. Despite that, Cottontail seems eager to have his holes wrecked. He takes my shaft in his tiny hands and starts pumping my length. His tongue daintily teases my meatus and circles my ns. Then Cottontail nts a kiss on my tip. ¡°That feels nice, but you¡¯ll never get your fill this way.¡± I grab the bunny boy by the scruff of the neck and stuff myself into his mouth. ¡°Mph!¡± Tears spring from his eyes as I hit the back of his throat, but he doesn¡¯t struggle or try to push himself away. Instead, he smiles around my girth and wiggles his bunny ears. Taking that as an invitation, I pull him closer, prating deep into his throat with my length. Inch by inch, I force myself into the bunny boy¡¯s narrow passage until I can¡¯t see his face over the curve of my gravid belly. He¡¯s so tight around me! I pull Cottontail off my shaft to give him some air. He gasps and splutters, coughing while saliva and precum dribble down his chin. His eyes are zed with lust, and his clitty is hard as he waits for me to take him again. Smiling, Iy Cottontail on the ground and kneel above him. I align my tip with his pursed lips and slide inside like a sweet pussy. My length stretches his throat until I see the bulge in his neck. Onest withdrawal gives him a final breath before I start thrusting in earnest. My thighs smother his face, and my belly covers him in shadow as my crotch ms home over and over. Looking down, I see my bulge in his throat plunging deeper with each thrust. He feels so good. His throat squeezes and contracts on me like a real pussy. I¡¯m rushing towards my climax with no regard for pacing myself. I grab his throat with one hand and put the other on his sternum for bnce. I squeeze my cock through the thin sleeve of his skin, and the tightness is incredible. Buried deep inside Cottontail, I sense the beating of his heart through my member, feel the hot pulse of his blood around my dick like a vibrating cock sleeve, and that thrill is what makes me cum. There¡¯s a moment of even tighter constraint as my rod swells with its stream of cream, then I¡¯m bursting directly into the bunny boy¡¯s stomach. With my volume turned to max, Cottontail can¡¯t swallow fast enough to keep up with me, and cum sprays from his nose onto my thighs. I see each jet of spunk pulsating through the bunny boy¡¯s throat and watch his tummy start to swell. When I¡¯m fully spent, I dismount him and stand. My member pulls free from the bunny boy¡¯s mouth with a pop. I test the erection with my hand to discover it is indeed at full mast despite cumming moments ago. Bunny Stamina for the win! I scoop Cottontail into my arms as he gasps for breath. My handprint on his neck shows on his pale skin like a cor. His face is a mess, all covered with cum, but his expression¡­ is pure ahegao! ¡°Mistress¡­ that was¡­ incredible! I can¡¯t imagine being anyone else¡¯s prey after that, and I¡¯m not hungry anymore! I promise to always be yours, Mistress Alex!¡± ¡°You deserve a reward,¡± I say as I kiss him on the cheek. I flip him onto his back and spread Cottontail¡¯s legs while lifting his ass into the air. His pursed pucker is exposed, along with his cute little ball sack and stiff clitty. His powderpuff tail twitches expectantly. ¡°M-Mistress? W-what are you¡­?¡± ¡°Shh, I¡¯m going to make you feel good.¡± I ther my fingers in slippery crustacean foam magic and press the tips to his rosebud. The excellent lubrication allows me to slide inside with ease. ¡°Ahn!¡± I start off with one finger going in and out to ustom Cottontail to the sensation. His hips quiver in my grip, and his fingers clutch at nothing. ¡°There. How¡¯s that? Do you like when I finger your pussy?¡± ¡°R-really good. Wait, my what?¡± ¡°You¡¯re going to be my prey from now on. This lewd hole exists to entertain me, so this will be your pussy.¡± I grab his member with slippery fingers and stroke. ¡°This little thing is no good as a cock anymore, but I enjoy pleasuring my toys, so it can be your clitty.¡± ¡°Yes! P-please, fuck my pussy and touch my clitty!¡± ¡°Tell me you¡¯re my slutty bunny bitch.¡± ¡°I¡¯m Mistress¡¯s fuck-toy, her slutty bunny bitch in heat!¡± I curl my digits to find my new girlfriend¡¯s ¡®g-spot¡¯ and start rubbing. ¡°Ah-ahn!!¡± Leaning forward, I take ¡®her¡¯ clit in my mouth. The small size makes it easy for me to suck her balls inside as well. I roll my tongue around and around her clit and testicles as my fingers rub her love-button. ¡°Oh!!! Mistress Alex! I¡¯m cumming!¡± Hot cream squirts into my mouth as Cottontail¡¯s ass clenches on my hand. Her spine arches and she screams her climax. Then my new lover copses in a contented heap. I pull away from her crotch, releasing her clit and balls but not her load, and withdraw my fingers from her love tunnel. Standing over her supine form, I spit her love juices into the bunny girl¡¯s open mouth. She submissively swallows her own cum without hesitation. ¡°How are you feeling?¡± ¡°Very nice, Mistress. Thank you for letting me cum.¡± ¡°Are you rxed?¡± Cottontail stretches, her movements doing lovely things to her bouncy ball sack and supple thighs. ¡°Very rxed.¡± ¡°I can see that.¡± Her rosebud is blushing and slightly open as if in invitation after my fingering. I ther my nine-inch meat stick with slippery foam magic before cing the tip at the tiny bunny pussy¡¯s entrance. Comparing my size to where I intend to put it, the half-size humanoid making me seem almost twice asrge, I can¡¯t help worrying I¡¯m going to break my new toy. I¡¯ve given Cottontail lots of forey and plenty of lubricant. All I can do for her now is go slow. ¡°Focus on rxing your body.¡± Griping my bunny ying around the waist, I pull her onto my length inch by inch, and her pucker stretches to take my girth. She exhales heavily. ¡°Ah! Mistress, you¡¯re so big!¡± Cottontail takes me like a champ, nting her feet on the ground and gripping my arms for leverage as she bears down on my huge insertion. Her face scrunches with intense pleasure-pain as I sink further and further in. ¡°You¡¯re filling me up!¡± Then I see my bulge protrude from her bully as I pull her to the hilt. The tightness is incredible. I revel in the feel of my new bunny cock sleeve on my length. Cottontail¡¯s hands go to her clitty, but I bat them away. ¡°None of that; put those behind your head. You¡¯re not allowed to touch yourself again until I¡¯m finished.¡± ¡°P-please M-Mistress, I¡¯m so close! Being stuffed full like this¡­ I¡¯m already on the edge!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯ll make you cum plenty, and you¡¯re about to be even more stuffed. Mistress has some medicine for you she needs to administer rectally.¡± I slide from her depths until my tip is at her entrance again. I can¡¯t hold back any longer and thrust home with a wet smack. ¡°Ahn!!!¡± Cottontail arches her spine as my massive member stretches her little bunny physique in ways she¡¯s only imagined. ¡°Y-you¡¯re turning me inside-out!¡± I increase the speed. I never need to pace myself for fear of cumming early again with Cottontail¡¯s Bunny Stamina buff! My hands drift for a moment to tweak her t-chested nipples. She screams her approval. ¡°Yes! Yes!!!¡± Her clitty leaks cream as I mash myself against her special button over and over. It¡¯s messy, and she covers herself in white dribbles as I fuck her straight through the feminine orgasm. Cottontail is putty in my hands, my bunny-eared onahole, a soft sheath for my hard-on. I cum inside my bunny¡¯s pussy for the first time and max my seminal volume again. My cock pulses while buried fully in warm bowels, shooting streamer after streamer of gooey goodness. The bulge in her middle from my dick¡¯s protrusion bes a distended belly full of Mistress¡¯s cream. She twitches and quivers around me, but my dick is rock hard, and I¡¯m not done. I lift Cottontail from my rod, turn her about, andy her prone on the ground. I mount my toy from behind, taking great satisfaction as my crotch sinks into softness andnds on two squishy pillows. Her powderpuff tail tickles my belly from below. My gravid tummy crushes her lower back as I start thrusting. Each rapid pounding elicits a cute ¡®Eep!¡¯ of pleasure from the bunny girl as I drive her into the ground like a nail. My dangling tits sway with my rolling hips, periodically pping Cottontail¡¯s head. I relentlessly pursue my next climax using the bunny beneath me as a fuck-toy until heat swells within my core. The sound of wet smacks and sloppy ps fill the burrow as I m even faster in my desperation to cum. A few final thrusts with all my strength bring me topletion. The magic of my Seminal Control mark allows me to pump Cottontail with another maximum volume load. This time Iy atop the bunny until my member softens and shrinks. I slowly withdraw from Cottontail¡¯s pussy with a soggy shlorp and survey my handiwork. The former bunny boy, now girl, is a cum-drenched sticky mess with a gaping ass oozing cum. Her belly has ballooned out almost to match mine with all the cum stuffed in her ass and tummy. When Cottontail doesn¡¯t stir, I carefully gather her in my arms for inspection. I don¡¯t see any blood, so my slow start and lubrication did well not tearing anything. Flipping her over, her front is covered with dirt after I pounded her into the ground with all my strength. I may have gone a little overboard¡­ ¡°Cottontail, are you alright? Speak to me!¡± I needn¡¯t have worried, her crotch is even stickier from spraying herself with one or more additional climaxes, and her face is an even lewder ahegao than before. ¡°D-did I p-please Mistress?¡± Relieved, I squeeze her face into my breasts in a snug, naked hug. ¡°You don¡¯t have to call me Mistress, now. The scene is over.¡± ¡°Scene?¡± Ib her strawberry blond hair lovingly. ¡°Sorry if I got carried away. You sparked something in me I didn¡¯t know I had.¡± The submissive bunny really made me want to bully her! ¡°I need you to know you¡¯re safe and cared for, but it felt like saying it would break character.¡± ¡°Huh¡­¡± Cottontail ponders as we bothe down from our mutual orgasmic high. ¡°A-am I still your prey?¡± ¡°I promised to protect you and feed you like this every day. I meant every word.¡± ¡°¡­Am I still your slutty bunny girl?¡± ¡°Oh, sweetheart!¡± I kiss her freckled face. ¡°You can be my prey and my girlfriend if you want.¡± It started as humiliation y for me, but if she¡¯s that into it, I won¡¯t stop her. She¡¯s sure pretty enough, and I¡¯m definitely going to breed her like a bitch! I desperately need to put her in a miniskirt! Picturing her ass peaking from beneath short,cy fabric makes me want to fuck her into the wall. Cottontail starts crying. ¡°I never thought I¡¯d be this happy! Every day, I assumed tomorrow would be myst, and I just hoped I¡¯d get to fulfill my fantasy before being eaten.¡± I carry my new girlfriend into daylight. I¡¯ll take her to the hut to meet Gabby. ¡°No more gloomy talk! From now on, every day will be fun and fucking!¡± 21. Satisfying the Greedy Goblin (R-18) 21. Satisfying the Greedy Goblin (R-18) I carry Cottontail through Fuzzy Field cradled against my chest. It¡¯s not difficult with Lightweight in my favor. My Harpy Sight and Wolf Nose keep us out of danger, aided by her Bunny Ears. She says they usually hear airborne predatorsing and hide in the grass. It¡¯s not a foolproof system, as the bunnies aren¡¯t always fast enough, but I wee the extra forewarning. We find the hut much as I left it, and I stride inside with my new lover in a bridal carry. ¡°Honey, I¡¯m home!¡± ¡°Excellent, you¡¯re back already.¡± My Goblin wife turns to appraise my condition. ¡°Impressive work! You brought dinner.¡± She picks up a butcher¡¯s knife and approaches us. ¡°I knew it¡­¡± Cottontail says with heartbreaking disappointment. ¡°Oh, well. At least this way I can be one with you forever, Alex.¡± ¡°What? No, no, no!¡± I retreat to the hut¡¯s threshold. ¡°This one is mine! You can¡¯t eat her!¡± Gabby¡¯s eyes go from furrowed with confusion looking at Cottontail¡¯s twig and berries to frustrated and resigned upon seeing my stubborn expression. She sighs deeply and asks, ¡°You¡¯re sure? I can take ¡®her¡¯ out back if you¡¯re squeamish.¡± She¡¯s talking to me like an ancient human farmer¡¯s daughter who adopted one of the livestock as a pet. ¡°Cottontail is not for eating!¡± Another sigh. ¡°Do you want to sit down, or¡­?¡± I shake my head. ¡°I¡¯m taking her home. It¡¯s too dangerous around here.¡± ¡°Alex¡­¡± I¡¯m out the door in a sh, too angry to talk right now. It¡¯s going to be a long conversation with Gabby sorting through things, and I want to clear my head, first. ¡°Y-you aren¡¯t going to e-eat me?¡± Cottontail says. ¡°Just your ass, sweetheart.¡± She giggles and blushes. ¡°Alright, I¡¯ll lead you to the Warren.¡± It¡¯s not impossible to discover, or anything. I¡¯d have found it eventually with my Wolf Nose. Maybe after a few days of wandering around Fuzzy Field. Cottontail directs me, using Harpy Mountain as andmark. It takes a few minutes of high-speed running to reach it before sundown. Ultimately, the fabled Warren is nothing more than a hole in the ground. It just so happens to be a lot more interesting beneath the surface, or so I¡¯m told. That¡¯s a mystery for tomorrow¡­ New location unlocked! ¡°Now, you listen to me, little miss. You¡¯re not allowed to leave the Warren without me from now on. I¡¯ll visit you every day for a feeding. Count on it!¡± That¡¯s the best I can do until I have somewhere safe to keep Cottontail. ¡°Yes, M-Mistress.¡± She seems impossibly pleased with the arrangement. ¡°Goodnight.¡± We kiss goodbye before she hops into the dark hole.
I make it to the hut as thest rays of sunset fade into twilight. I don¡¯t know what¡¯s out there in the fields, but I¡¯m d I don¡¯t have to survive the night without shelter. ¡°I¡¯m back.¡± ¡°Wee home.¡± I see the little Goblin adjust her spectacles by candlelight, and we frown at one another. ¡°Are we having a fight?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± I stomp over to the bed, sit down next to Gabby, and gather the green-skinned shortstack into my arms for a hug. ¡°I¡¯m so mad at you!¡± ¡°Alright,¡± she says, hugging me back. ¡°You go first.¡± ¡°I brought Cottontail home expecting to find a horny Gabby for a threesome, not a hungry Goblin with a knife.¡± Gabby taps her chin in thought, then nods. ¡°I apologize for assuming. Knowing your personality, I should¡¯ve guessed you¡¯d see the field monsters that way.¡± She¡¯s a bit chagrined to have underestimated my drive to fuck monster girls. ¡°I¡¯ve just been worriedtely¡­¡± She looks at her limited stores of pickles and grain meant to supply someone half my size, not two women and a baby. I can¡¯t help feeling a little bad. She stirs from her reverie without a hint of self-pity or judginess. Gabby clearly thinks keeping us fed is her burden to bear. ¡°I should expect from now on if you bring someone home, they¡¯re exclusively for y?¡± ¡°Yes! I don¡¯t eat people. Nor should you!¡± I feel a bit like an ancient human vegan forcing my beliefs on others, but my hometown was extremely adamant about refusing to eat monsters. Our blood is so intermixed with monsters it¡¯s all basically cannibalism. ¡°This is another difference in human ¡®cultural norms,¡¯ isn¡¯t it?¡± ¡°It shouldn¡¯t be! Eating people, err, monsters, is obviously wrong!¡± Gabby furrows her brow in confusion. ¡°But meat is meat, right?¡± ¡°Yeah¡­ um, humans don¡¯t really eat meat anymore.¡± ¡°No meat?¡± She¡¯s utterly dumbfounded. I try to defend my town. ¡°It¡¯s not on principle or anything. The wolf ns and Harpies drove most wild game extinct hundreds of years ago.¡± There are still fish in the sea, but the waters are too dangerous to fish. ¡°Same with our livestock.¡± ¡°What do humans eat, then?¡± ¡°Garden crops, Taurine milk, cheese, and lots of Henlin eggs.¡± ¡°You eat the unborn? Disgusting!¡± ¡°W-what?¡± Her reaction throws me for a loop. ¡°No! Celibate Henlinsy unfertilized eggs. It¡¯s all highly regted to ensure no mistakes are made.¡± She throws me a dubious look. ¡°If you say so, Alex. As for us Gobbos, hunting animals for survival has be nearly impossible due to their scarcity. The monster ns hunt weaker monsters for food, and I believe they fight each other to reduce their surplus poption. When a Gobbo dies, their body is shared among the n, so they live on in us forever.¡± ¡°Huh.¡± It¡¯s a lot to process. I guess the cycle of predator and prey sucks for the predators as well, to some extent. Bruke and the Wolf Lord must have realized the dangers of overhunting Fuzzy Field years ago, and the Incursions are their solution. Maybe the other human towns fell not because monsters are inherently warlike, but because they¡¯d rather die fighting than starve. Makes me want to corrte historical Incursions with famines¡­ I blink, returning to the moment. ¡°At least tell me you don¡¯t eat the little Fuzzies!¡± ¡°Do humans eat pond minnows? No, if you catch one by ident, you throw it back to grow into a full-size fish. That¡¯smon sense.¡± I sigh in relief. This was already going to be a difficult revtion to mentally adjust to; I¡¯m d I don¡¯t have to reconcile something like that as well. ¡°Since I ruined your ns for a threesome, does that mean I¡¯m not ¡®getting any¡¯ tonight?¡± Gabby eyes my crotch despondently. I squeeze my little Goblin¡¯s squishy curves. ¡°There¡¯s no harm done; it was just a shock. I¡¯m over it! Let me show you my three new surprises¡­¡±
It¡¯s a long night of pleasure. ¡°Fuck, this thing is enormous! Reminds me of Bruke¡¯s cock.¡± I¡¯ve seen the Ogre¡¯s dick. Mine isn¡¯t quite that big, not by a long shot, but I appreciate the ego boost andpliment. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Gabby stands before me at dick-sucking height. She grabs my monster member hand over hand while kissing my meatus. Her tongue peels away my foreskin, her palms pump my length to hardness, and she gently nibbles on my tip with her sharp teeth. ¡°Fuck!¡± I have to focus, controlling myself not to buck beneath her and jab myself with her needle-tip jaws. ¡°I should¡¯ve guessed danger is a turn-on for you after the Jellyfish Slime incident.¡± Sheys my cock across her face and meets my gaze with the eye not hidden behind my rod. ¡°Alex, you¡¯re a reckless daredevil¡­ but I can hardly fault you for the traits thatnded you on my doorstep.¡± Her mouth stretches to the limit to take me in, but even a Goblin struggles to fit this dick. ¡°Cottontail deepthroated me with this¡­¡± Iment, as if off-handedly. The jab is a little payback for her ruining the threesome I had nned, but I regret it once the angel on my shoulder reminds me I shouldn¡¯tpare my lovers directly. Gabby¡¯s brow furrows as apetitive spark ignites. She forces herself onto my length with sheer willpower, swallowing me inch by inch. Her eyes moisten before her head dips below the horizon of my swollen belly. Secondster, I feel her lips kiss my crotch and bite my lip at the tight, wet warmth around me. Then her nimble fingers find my cunt. Bobbing on my length is asking too much, but Gabby finishes me by squeezing my rod with her throat while pounding my pussy with two digits. I don¡¯tst long after that. My cock explodes in her throat. ¡°Mph!¡± Her muffled cries are music to my ears. We rest there a moment, connected crotch to mouth as my dick pulses once, twice, three times with apanying spurts of cream. When I¡¯m finished, my Goblin wife pulls off my rod with a pop and a gasp. ¡°I feel strange¡­¡± Gabby says after a few breaths. ¡°I was getting ready for dinner, so why am I not hungry? And how are you already this hard after cumming?¡± Indeed, I¡¯m at full mast despite blowing my load seconds ago. ¡°Happy surprises two and three! I got a mark to make my seed nutritious in addition to my mark from earlier today increasing my output volume. Also, my Bunny Stamina lets me keep going as long as I have the will to fuck!¡± Gabby meets my eyes and begins to cry. Then she puts a hand on her belly and says, ¡°Y-you really were thinking of us?¡± ¡°Honey, I haven¡¯t forgotten about our baby for a minute.¡± She bursts into real tears as I lift her to sit on my tummy. We embrace and kiss passionately, our tongues entwining as our hands hold one another close. When we pull away, Gabby sniffles. ¡°I was so worried about providing for the three of us this winter; four when you inevitably get pregnant with a child you can¡¯t pass on in time.¡± I pat her head and stroke her short ck hair. Maybe I should help her style it¡­ ¡°I know. I don¡¯t think I can worry like you do, it isn¡¯t my nature, but I¡¯m not an idiot. I can see future problems,y ns, and make contingencies. It¡¯s just that having fun is my first priority! Sorry if that makes me a little irresponsible.¡± I rap my knuckles on my head and stick my tongue out, trying to act cute. Gabby sighs. ¡°I keep forgetting we¡¯re a team. You¡¯re my human, and I¡¯m your Gobbo.¡± I flush red. ¡°I¡¯m sorry I brought up Cottontail again, during ¡®us¡¯ time, no less. I hope you¡¯re not too mad¡­¡± She shrugs it off. ¡°That doesn¡¯t bother me. Gobbos and Orcs usually have lots of sexual partners in the n and lots of public sex. I may be a little possessive of you, but it¡¯s more of a protective instinct than a desire for monogamy. Monster bodies are all very different; it¡¯s no surprise one can perform sexual acts others can¡¯t. Also, I¡¯m ready for another round. Any special requests?¡± ¡°Anal?¡± I say, a little too excitedly. She blushes dark green. ¡°I-I¡¯ve never done it before¡­¡± ¡°You can be on top!¡± I eagerly suggest as I scoot further onto the bed and recline. Gabby climbs atop me, eyeing my huge rod with trepidation after ncing down at her diminutive frame. ¡°Let me help you get ready; back that ass up.¡± Gabby straddles my chest and squats above my head. I spread her cheeks to inhale her musk and the scent of her sweat before diving in tongue-first. I circle her rosebud gently, the massage stimting blood flow and causing her puckered flesh to flush and darken. ¡°Ahhhn!¡± She buries her face in my distended tummy and wraps her arms around its girth. Pulling back, I coat a finger in slippery foam and probe her entrance. ¡°Mph!¡± My slick digit goes in and out, getting her used to the sensation. Her backdoor pulses and squeezes me before gradually rxing. When I feel like adding another finger would be no problem, I say, ¡°You¡¯re prepped.¡± Reluctantly, she rises, sliding free from my finger, and turns. She hovers her ass above my hard rod this time while I coat its length with crustaceous magical lubricant. I suck in a breath as she positions her rear entrance at my tip. She¡¯s not ready to take the plunge in one go, and I¡¯m not mean enough to make her slip and sit on it. Instead, we take this pration excruciatingly slowly. Gabby sinks one inch onto me. Her pucker refuses my member for a moment before slippery pressure causes my rod to slide past the resistance. ¡°Ah!¡± Gabby sinks two inches onto me. I feel her tightness like I¡¯m stuffing my cock through a straw. Her anus has to be cutting off cirction it¡¯s gripping me so hard. ¡°I-I, oh, Alex¡­¡± Gabby sinks three inches onto me. It¡¯s starting to get easier. ¡°Yes, fuck!¡± Gabby sinks four, five, and six inches onto me. ¡°How is there so much cock?!?¡± She slows down again as my tip presses against her internal organs. Gabby sinks seven inches onto me, and I see the bulge growing in her belly. ¡°Honey, you feel incredible,¡± I whisper, not moving despite how desperately I want to thrust. Her insides are soft around me, while her anus is a max-strength cock ring. ¡°Almost¡­¡± Gabby sinks the final two inches onto me, taking all of my length before sitting astride me cowgirl style. ¡°Oh, fuck, Alex!!!¡± She sits there, face scrunched, biting her lip. I lovingly watch her expression shift through pain and pleasure as I realize she¡¯s cumming. Her legs quiver, and her ass milks me with rhythmic squeezes. Gabby¡¯s hands fly to her cunt, and she hurriedly rubs her green bean to a multi-orgasmic finish. Her spine arches, thrusting her bounteous bouncy beauties at my face. Then she goes limp and falls over my swollen stomach. ¡°Give me¡­ a second.¡± She says between gasps as she recovers. ¡°Don¡¯t worry; I¡¯ll make you cum next.¡± ¡°No rush, I¡¯m enjoying the view.¡± Gabby¡¯s sses went askew in her frenzied masturbation, giving her a totally disheveled ahegao expression when she came. My shortstack wife goes murky green as she adjusts her spectacles and rights herself with a frown. ¡°I must have been aical sight¡­¡± How does this cute Goblin have so much pride? I take her hands in mine, my wedding ring visible, while meeting her gaze. ¡°Your o-face is beautiful, honey. I love watching you cum. Seeing you use my cock like a dildo¡­ it¡¯s a huge turn-on. Please, enjoy yourself! I got all these sex marks to make sure I could satisfy you, after all.¡± Gabby goes teary-eyed again. ¡°You¡¯re the best wife a Gobbo could ask for.¡± Then her affectionate smile turns sultry. ¡°Lay back, now. I¡¯m going to have my way with you.¡± I obey, and Gabby rises to her feet, withdrawing to my tip. ¡°¡°Ahn,¡±¡± we both cry as her tight ring drags up my length, and cool air caresses my shaft. Then she lets gravity impale her ass on my rod as she sits on me with a wet plop. ¡°¡°Ahn!¡±¡± nting her feet, she ces her hands on my belly for leverage and starts doing rapid squats. ¡°¡°Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!¡±¡± She¡¯s doing a number on me, but taking my monstrous cock is having the same effect on her ravaged rosebud. Gabby powers through the intense sensations with pure determination to make me cum. The relentless fucking tightens a knot in my core that swells with increasing pressure each second. My hands grip the bedsheet as I arch my spine, breasts heaving, and I throw back my head. ¡°Gabby! I¡¯m going to¡­ fuck, yes!!!¡± My rod explodes with cream, filling my Goblin lover, and her stomach swells impressively. She copses on my belly, masturbating as she watches me this time. The green shortstack follows me to bliss after half a minute of grinding on my sensitive post-climax dick. Each of her movements causes me to twitch on reflex. Finally, when her orgasmic tremors subside, she crawls forward off my shaft to sprawl on my belly with her face falling on my tits. My cock flops free of her creamed hole and ps limp onto the bed. ¡°By the God Beasts, I¡¯m full. Does your ¡®Sustenance¡¯ mark work this way too, or¡­?¡± I shrug beneath her,zy with contentment. ¡°I think so.¡± ¡°Five-minute breather. Then, clean that rod. I want you to take my pussy from behind next so I can feel that big belly crushing me.¡± My dick springs to life with aical sproing. ¡°Yes, ma¡¯am!¡±
¡°You don¡¯t have to do this¡­¡± ¡°You¡¯re my human. I may not be able to protect you every minute of every day, but I shall not be derelict in my responsibilities.¡± Gabby thers more aloe paste onto my sunburns. The cooling sensation is sweet relief. That¡¯s the thing about sunburns; you don¡¯t know how bad they are until hourster. Before the crab armor, I spent a lot of time today wandering around naked in the heat of the day, and I¡¯m paying for it now. ¡°Thanks. Can I repay you with a foot rub?¡± She arches an eyebrow. ¡°You¡¯d do that for me?¡± ¡°Of course! My darling wifey deserves a foot rub for saving me from that Fishman! Do you want the sexy or rxing version?¡± ¡°Rxing, please. I¡¯d like a nap before the next round, so save the sexy one for next time. I¡¯m going to need a lot of these when I¡¯m gravid with child.¡± I knew it. Even after all today¡¯s fucking, she¡¯s going to keep me up all night! Good thing I got all those sex marks. One long, slow foot rub on her cute little green feetter, the two of us curl up together in bed. I spoon Gabby, throwing an arm around her middle to caress the naked belly holding our child. I feel her round bottom on my crotch and thighs, my belly pressing into the small of her back as I smell the unique scent of her hair until I drift off to sleep¡­
*p, p, p!* I¡¯m awakened by the sound of a wet cunt pounding into my thighs and the feeling of a velvet vice on my cock. I groggily stir to find a desperately horny Goblin riding my dick with her hands squeezing my tits. ¡°Sorry to wake you, Alex. I can take care of myself if you want to go back to sleep.¡± Fuck, who can sleep through this! That said, I¡¯m too tired to participate, and I have a big day ahead of me, so I let her exhaust herself on my massive Mole-man member. *p, p, p!* ¡°Yes! Alex, you¡¯re so big inside me! Ahn!!!¡± It¡¯s a very long night. 22. Day 3: Choices, Choices 22. Day 3: Choices, Choices Waking in the morning, I notice a few things immediately. ¡°Eek!¡± ¡°Mmm, what?¡± My screaming wakes my groggy Goblin, Gabby. ¡°My belly is gone! Where¡¯s Olindia???¡± I pat my t stomach in dismay. ¡°Check your marks,¡± Gabby says before rolling over in bed. Suppressing my panic, I sit up to inspect my tummy tattoos. I quickly spot a marble-sized sphere imbedded in my uterine liner with a snapshot of Olindia¡¯s smiling face contained within. *Dormant Pink Slime Core ¨C Owner ¡®Alex¡¯* I sigh in relief. No idental vore took ce, thank goodness. Just need to figure out the conditions for reawakening her at some point. The next thing I notice is another absence. ¡°Hey, where¡¯s my spear?¡± I¡¯d leaned it on the wall by the doorst night. ¡°Hmm? Oh, right.¡± Gabby rises as she realizes I¡¯m not going to let her go back to sleep so easily and adjusts her spectacles before spouting some knowledge, ¡°Summoned items disappear at sunrise. You have to resummon them after that.¡± I suppose she would know. Gabby takes my cock in her little green fingers and starts pumping me to life. ¡°If you¡¯re going to wake me this early, gimme breakfast. You can help yourself to my supplies.¡± What a great way to start the day!
I cum in Gabby¡¯s mouth once during breakfast, then once more while reading after I borrow her spectacles to trante the Book of Monsters. ¡°Gabby, it looks like thest few pages were torn out¡­?¡± ¡°Hmm?¡± She pulls her lips from my member with a pop. ¡°Oh, yes, I noticed that as well. That section is dedicated to the God Beasts, so one can only imagine what sort of entities the supposed ¡®Saint¡¯ elected to redact.¡± She looks me over. ¡°Are you feeling well?¡± I blink in surprise. ¡°Why wouldn¡¯t I be?¡± ¡°Good. It seems the energy to produce your voluminous Sustenance-boosted semenes from magic rather than your body¡¯s natural reserves. We would¡¯ve seen an effect by now if thetter were the case.¡± Shit, I hadn¡¯t even thought of that! What a crappy power that would be! I¡¯d be a skeleton in a couple days at this rate¡­ I guess it makes sense if Mermaid Water Magic can produce water from seemingly nothing, then filling my balls with nutrition without draining my lifeforce should also be possible. ¡°With my caloric needs fulfilled for the foreseeable future, keeping you fed through the winter should be feasible.¡± Now I have two people depending on my super-spunk! Wait, wasn¡¯t there a breastmilk mark that might lessen the load on my poor cock? New priority¡ªget pregnant! Not that that ever stopped being one of my top priorities. ¡°What else is in here¡­?¡± I wonder while flipping through the Book of Monsters with Gabby looking over my shoulder. Gale has some exotic Harpy evolutions that I don¡¯t even know where to start looking for the required encounters. It¡¯s a little early to help Arie to her next evolution; those requirements look way out of my league. My current league, that is. Yesterday¡¯s battle with the Mole-men awakened me to some possibilities. I¡¯m not about to go confront the God Beasts, but I¡¯m not a mere human anymore. I no longer know my limits. Or if I have any. Gabby needs resources from the forest to evolve. That hasn¡¯t changed. Cottontail is still on my mind, along with hisment about a dearth of potential evolutions. ¡°Bunny Patron? Bunny Patriarch?¡± The requirements involve fathering a truly staggering number of Fuzzies. Iugh to myself, unable to picture my subby girl fulfilling these criteria. ¡°Most second-tiers have a Patron/Matron evolution. They sort of represent the baseline power for a third-tier, but they¡¯re basically dead-ends. There¡¯s nothing after Patriarch in that chain. I suppose no bunny was about to go toe-to-toe with a God Beast, but literally anything else than ¡®Patron¡¯ would be better.¡± I check the ¡®Patriarch¡¯ requirements again. ¡°Even the manliest bunny in the world would have his work cut out for him impregnating that many women in his lifetime.¡± ¡°Oh, I suppose you wouldn¡¯t know. The Patron/Matron evolutions extend one¡¯s lifespan.¡± Gabby smirks at my dumbfounded expression. ¡°Why did you think I so badly wanted to start working on mine?¡± Note to self: start looking for a way to extend my lifespan. I turn the page. ¡°March Hare?¡± That sounds interesting, if not very descriptive. The requirements are¡­ ¡°Fuck, three third-tier encounters?¡± No bunny was ever going to clear that bar unaided. Cottontail would be impossibly lucky to survive a single encounter with the Wolf Lord or that Harpy Matron I spotted yesterday. ¡°As far as third-tier requirements go, those are ratherx. However, I suspect a ¡®March Hare¡¯ could put a Bunny Patron¡¯s power to shame. Again, the tougher the restrictions, the stronger the evolution.¡± I turn the page. ¡°Damn, there are a lot of Slime evolutions.¡± ¡°Did you see the footnote?¡± I check below. ¡°¡®Slimes share a rare trait with Goblins, in that they may gain the benefits of multiple evolutions.¡¯ Wow, so Olindia still has the powers of a Jellyfish Slime even after bing a¡­ a Pink Slime?¡± ¡°I suppose. We¡¯ll have to investigate whenever shees out of there.¡± I nod, then turn the page. Even a ¡®weaker¡¯ Seafolk like Kani has some rough requirements for third-tier. Page turn. ¡°There¡¯s so much information here! How am I supposed to remember it all?¡± Gabby adjusts her spectacles, then nces at my tummy. ¡°You have the ¡®Fast Learner¡¯ mark from me?¡± ¡°Yep; doesn¡¯t work with in data, though. I have to be doing something or watching someone else to make it work. I don¡¯t think watching you read is going to help me read better.¡± She nods, then continues. ¡°Shouldn¡¯t you have a mark for my eidetic memory?¡± ¡°Gabby, you¡¯re a genius!¡± I know I already used them, but I take another look at my Goblinoid Marks anyway, and my face lights up! *Goblinoid Marks ¨C One* Goblin Ears Goblin Apprentice Ears Goblin Gut Goblin Apprentice Gut Goblin Nails Goblin Stature Goblin Cock Goblin Apprentice Fast Learner Goblin Apprentice Quick Study Goblin Apprentice Summon Spectacles *Spend a Goblinoid Mark to rece Mole-Man Cock with Goblin Cock using Paternal Malleability?* *Refund Goblin Apprentice Fast Learner Y/N?* ¡°They¡¯ve reset! They¡¯ve reset!¡± I¡¯m jubnt with glee. Gabby just stares at me like I¡¯m being cute. ¡°Meaning?¡± I frown. Does this change anything? I thought most of my decisions were fairly optimal. I¡¯m no longer worried about genital transformations, either. ¡°Maybe if I refund everything, something will happen?¡± I say that, but I¡¯m scared to refund Fast Learner. What if I lose what I learned? Alright, that one stays. Wait, I have Quick Study (Gabby¡¯s eidetic memory?), the Book of Monsters, and my marks reset at sunrise. I¡¯ll just do an experiment where I memorize the book with Quick Study, then refund the mark and see if I can still remember everything. Great! After a moment¡¯s hesitation, I refund my Mole-man cock. I want all my resources avable, and I can always use Paternal Malleability to give myself a Wolf Cock or something cool for the day. Gabby did say she wanted to try that one¡­ I start refunding all my marks one by one for the heck of it. The first caveates when I realize I can¡¯t refund my Breeder marks; those are permanent. Huh, good thing I picked well. Next, my Wolf Legs return to human ankles and feet. Arie is going to be happy! Then my eyes fall on the tattoo menu, and my jaw drops. *Canine Marks ¨C Two* Wolf Nose Dire Wolf Nose Wolf Lord¡¯s Nose Wolf ws Dire Wolf ws Wolf Lord¡¯s ws Wolf Tail Dire Wolf Tail Wolf Lord¡¯s Tail Wolf Legs Wolf Rush Dire Wolf Legs Wolf Lord¡¯s Legs Wolf Jaws Dire Wolf Jaws Wolf Lord¡¯s Jaws Wolf Cock Dire Wolf Cock Wolf Lord¡¯s Cock *Refund Wolf Rush Y/N?* I activate Wolf Rush, darting across the hut and back to the bed¡­ without Wolf Legs!!! ¡°Fuck!¡± ¡°What?¡± Gabby asks, confused with my reaction. ¡°The marks don¡¯t need structural support! New marks have requirements, but I can refund those required marks the next day! If my theories are right, I should be able to take Wolf Legs, then Dire Wolf Legs, then Dire Wolf Rush! Tomorrow, I can refund the legs and keep a second-tier Rush skill! Fuck, this is awesome!¡± Gabby notices my Mole-man cock has disappeared, and her mood sours a peg. ¡°Do you need a Dire Wolf Rush?¡± That¡¯s actually a good question. Assuming the endurance cost rises proportionally with the eleration multiplier, I may not have the constitution to use it¡­ ¡°Fair. It¡¯s something to try on an off-day. I¡¯m in the mood to aplish something, though.¡± ¡°You¡¯re not leaving, are you?¡± ¡°Um, that was the n¡­¡± ¡°Without telling me about your encounter with the Jellyfish Slime? Every. Last. Detail?¡± ¡°What? I wouldn¡¯t dream of it, ha ha ha!¡± Caught red-handed.
Yeah, okay, where should I go today? Part of me really wants to get back to the human town. I could visit my mom and dad! I could show Julia and Jenny my new collection of monster cocks¡­ The fastest way to get there would be to have Gale fly me over the forest. The slowest would probably be trekking through the forest in a straight line. The second toughest would be running through the Ogre Fen and Kennel Hills. The toughest way would be fighting through the Kraken¡¯s territory¡ªyikes! Well, Gale is the only way to get there today, so let¡¯s set getting home aside. The obvious thing to do today would be to check on Arie¡¯s evolution. Screw variety! I have two second-tier allies in the ocean, and my marks are refunded. I could take Mermaid Gills and Fins and explore the shallows with Kani and Arie. No doubt there are more potential Seafolk encounters I could farm for marks. That¡¯s a solid day-trip n! On the other hand, I gave Arie a lot of attention yesterday and even evolved her. I don¡¯t want to neglect my precious green shortstack! Gabby¡¯s next evolution is actually a side-step to Goblin Herbalist, another a second-tier monster, because Goblins have the rare trait to keep abilities from all the evolutions for which they qualify. That means it won¡¯t be any more difficult than Arie¡¯s requirements. I should be able to get everything she needs from the Chatan Forest outskirts, and I¡¯ll have Gabby with me like yesterday. On the other, other hand, I still feel super bad about forcing Gale to drop me! Harpy Mountain doesn¡¯t seem as scary now as it did yesterday. It¡¯s not like I have to defeat the Harpy Matron or anything! I just need to climb past a few Harpy nests to get to Gale¡¯s. The ascent will be a sinch with Harpy Lightweight, and my crab armor will deflect any Harpy ws that try to scratch me. The more I think about it, the more doable it seems! Finally, there¡¯s that Dire Wolf that¡¯s been stalking me. She seemed like an unstoppable force inexorably closing in on me yesterday. Today, I feel like even if she¡¯s a tough second-tier monster, she¡¯s still just a second-tier monster. If I head east and scout around, I¡¯ll be sure to run into her. Why should I be afraid? I¡¯m a badass! I can take Cancer Summon Armor, Fishman Summon Spear, Harpy Lightweight, Goblin Apprentice Fast Learner, Wolf Rush, Mermaid Water Magic, and Moleman Earth Magic. If I can¡¯t squeak out a win with thatbo, I¡¯m a fucking idiot. I check my belly tattoo status menu. *All Marks ¨C Twenty!* *The Wolf Lord¡¯s Toy ¨C Three Marks!* *Harpy Lover ¨C Two Marks!* *Mermaid Bride ¨C One Mark!* *Married the Goblin Apprentice ¨C Two Marks!* *Fishman yer ¨C One Mark!* *Cancer Conquest ¨C One Mark!* *Pacified the Jellyfish Slime ¨C Two Marks!* *Overcame the Moleman ¨C Two Marks!* *Dominated the Bunny Boy ¨C One Mark!* *Male Breeder Marks ¨C Three Marks!* *Female Breeder Marks ¨C Two Marks!* *Pets* *Dormant Pink Slime Core* *Offspring* *Mermaids ¨C Two (Unborn)* *Goblins ¨C One (Unborn)* Yep, time to kick some ass! 23. Slime 23. Slime When I think about it, the best option should be confronting the Dire Wolf. Putting a stop to a threat that could interrupt me at any time is a huge boon. Thest thing I want is to get jumped by a bitch in the middle of a fight, and especially not while fucking. I clench my fist with resolve. This will be a big weight off my shoulders. ¡°Heading out,¡± I announce to the room as I reach for the doorknob. ¡°Where to today?¡± Gabby asks, getting up from her worktable. ¡°¡­Foraging to the east,¡± I try not to worry her by giving a half-truth. She looks me up and down, her yellow gaze unable to help lingering on my tits and hips. I unconsciously puff up my chest with pride. ¡°You¡¯re going to fight that Dire Wolf you mentioned yesterday, aren¡¯t you?¡± How can she read me so well? ¡°I¡¯ve been studying your bodynguage since we met,¡± Gabby answers my unspoken question like a telepath. ¡°I¡¯m not just book smart, you know.¡± The little green shortstack nods to herself. ¡°Very well, let¡¯s go.¡± ¡°You¡¯reing with me?¡± ¡°Of course.¡± I scratch the back of my head. ¡°Well, I killed some Mole-men yesterday, so I kind of wanted to test myself against the Dire Wolf. See how strong I¡¯ve gotten?¡± Gabby adjusts her spectacles and meets my eyes. ¡°That¡¯s exactly why I should join you.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± ¡°Alex, what if you don¡¯t get the one-on-one opportunity you¡¯re seeking? What if there are multiple wolves or even other monsters in the way? I have Wolf¡¯s Bane and Pepper Spray; you¡¯re more likely to get the fight you want with me to y interference against secondary threats.¡± Damn, such a logical reason¡­ I guess I¡¯ll have to resign myself to having a smart, beautiful, curvy,petentpanion with excellent hearing and a bandolier of useful herbs. Oh, well! Also, that lets me cross Goblin and Bunny ears off the list again today. I have twenty marks to start, minus five Breeder marks I can¡¯t change. Here¡¯s my ¡®stat screen¡¯ after taking the bare essentials. *Selected Marks - 9* Wolf Nose (After I cross the Wolf''s Bane perimeter) Wolf Rush Harpy Sight Harpy Lightweight Goblin Apprentice Fast Learner Cancer Summon Armor Fishman Summon Spear Bunny Stamina Mole-man Earth Magic *Breeder Marks - 5* Paternal Malleability I Paternal Seminal Control ¨C Volume Paternal Seminal Potency ¨C Sustenance Maternal Ovarian Control Maternal Mammary Control and Potency ¨C Pacification *Avable Marks - 6* Canine ¨C One! Mer ¨C One! Goblinoid ¨C One! Slime ¨C Two! Fuzzy ¨C One! Canine: I¡¯m holding off on Wolf Cock for now. If I make it to tonight without using the mark, I can test other options to see if they unlock anything new. Mer: Water Magic and Slippery Foam are both contenders. I may need that mark to switch out my genitals, though. Goblinoid: I want to test Quick Study tonight, but I¡¯ll spend the mark on Goblin Gut or Ears if the need arises. Slime: Constitution, Malleability, and Mutability are all mystery boxes I have no idea what they¡¯ll give me. I¡¯ll use these marks for emergency purchases when I¡¯m desperate for an edge. Jellyfish Slime Tentacles could be great, but I¡¯m afraid there may be unforeseenplications there. Fuzzy: The Shovel is tempting, but I¡¯ll keep that mark unassigned. I really want to test some body modifications tonight.
Gabby dons her robes, I don my crab armor, and the two of us set out. Once past her perimeter of Wolf¡¯s Bane nts, I select my Wolf Nose mark. I don¡¯t find anything interesting right away. Our projected course has us zigzagging across Fuzzy Field to help me pick up a recent trail. At the same time, I¡¯m scanning the horizon for threats, Gabby will tell us to duck beneath the grass when she hears something, and I¡¯m beginning to get a sixth sense with my Earth Magic. Apparently, Mole-men can faintly detect tremors through the ground. That lets me steer clear of their ambushes as they burrow through the soil. It¡¯s not a perfect system, but I¡¯m happy another mark is helping me be more aware of my surroundings. We swing by the caves beneath Harpy Mountain on one loop. Gabby shivers and tells me she can hear the click-ttering of chitin on stone inside when I ask. There must be a lot of bug monsters in there. We find plenty of Fuzzy trails, including mouse and bunny monster tracks, on our way. Nothing so interesting as Cottontail¡¯s scent, so I pass over them withoutment. I finally stumble across the trail I want after an hour of searching. I smell a wolf bitch. ¡°This way.¡± I increase the pace after finding the right path. It¡¯s not that fresh, so I don¡¯t expect to find her instantly. It¡¯s not a straight line, either. We trace the bitch¡¯s scent to the brook by Chatan Forest. If we follow this west, we¡¯ll find Kani¡¯s grotto¡­ It¡¯s a shame we¡¯re on a mission. My quarry didn¡¯t cross the water, as I would have, so I don¡¯t lose the trail. I do, however, see a dozen small figures at the stream¡¯s edge. They¡¯re childlike, with translucent skin. Not unlike Olindia, but waterier, with no slime cores. As one, they all stop chatting or ying when they sense us and dive into the brook. ¡°Naiads,¡± Gabby says. ¡°They evolve into Froglins, Eelings, and¡­ more dangerous things.¡± ¡°Kind of like how Fuzzies can evolve into cute bunnies, tiny mice, or scary Mole-men?¡± The Goblin girl grunts her agreement. We move on after getting a drink from shallow water. No telling what lurks beneath the surface where the stream deepens. We zig-zag northeast following the trail; I guess the bitch had the same idea I did to draw lines across Fuzzy Field in her search for me. This brings us much closer to Misty Grove than I¡¯d otherwise befortable with. I remember Olindia¡¯s story¡­ Strangely humid air lingers perpetually in the area despite the rising sun¡¯s heat. Only the vague shadows of trunks and canopies are visible through the fog that never dies. Gabby¡¯s ear twitches, and she opens her mouth to say something. Then, a blue blur darts from the mists, and I feel a dull thud on my back. My chitinous armor hisses loudly in my ears. I reach for the thing sticking to me, but my arms can¡¯t reach that far with my crustaceous protection restricting their flexibility. My Goblin wife reaches into a pouch before throwing a handful of white powder at me and my attacker. I hear a high-pitched animal scream as the weight drops from my back. Spinning about, I see a five-gallon blue Slime quivering on the ground. My armor continues hissing disconcertingly, and I¡¯m forced to dismiss the summoned item before acid prates to my skin. ¡°Fuck, I didn¡¯t know Slimes were this dangerous¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s not dead!¡± Gabby shouts as the gtinous droplet springs at me again. Wolf Rush! I dodge aside, letting the jumping Slime pass. Then I summon my spear and jab into the goo when itnds. ¡°Gotcha!¡± ¡°Still not dead¡­¡± I must¡¯ve missed its core because the Slime rips itself from my point and makes another leap at me. This time, though, it¡¯s spurting fluid from the hole in its membrane, and the flying tackle is ackluster affair. I easily sidestep the jiggly critter, swinging my spear in a horizontal sh that ¡®disembowels¡¯ thend-dwelling amoeba. After resummoning a fresh suit of crab armor, I survey the scene. A tiny dark gemlike core sits in an evaporating puddle at my feet. My wooden-shafted spear¡¯s de is merely sharpened rock, now melting into acidic sludge. ¡°I thought first-tier monsters weren¡¯t supposed to be this tough?¡± ¡°Slimes are probably one of the deadliest first-tier monsters,¡± Gabby lectures. ¡°Their evolutions leave something to be desired, but they make up for that by amalgamating multiple forms¡¯ abilities.¡± Nothing like a near-death experience to ingrain a lesson on underestimating monsters I assume are weaker than me into my psyche. Even low-tier monsters can be dangerous. I guess this is what happened to Olindia, right? She just got lucky, being reborn after the Slime ate her. I can¡¯t guarantee I¡¯d have the same fate. I lick the corner of my mouth, where some of the gritty white powdernded. ¡°Rock salt?¡± ¡°Slimes, especially the blue first-tier ones, have delicate membranes that require humid environments to sustain their fluid levels. A sprinkle of salt makes them shrivel up like slugs.¡± ¡°Thanks, honey. I probably owe you my life.¡± Gabby blushes dark green at thepliment and fastidiously adjusts her spectacles before answering, ¡°O-of course, Alex. It¡¯s my responsibility to protect my human, after all.¡± ying the scene over again in my mind, Gabby had a split-second more notice than me because of her ears. Damn, I may need those after all. I feel the burning on my belly that indicates my tummy tattoos are changing, and eagerly remove my armor to inspect them. However, instead of a new mark, I see movement. Olindia¡¯s core generates a tentacle of slime visible on my uterine disy window, and it heads south. I feel the slippery sensation of movement in my vagina a momentter. It¡¯s a fucking weird feeling having an autonomous arm reaching out from inside me, especially with it being warm from my inner body temp against my thighs. The translucent pink tentacle gropes in the grass until it finds or scents the Slime¡¯s remains. Another second of searching locates the gemlike core, then Olindia¡¯s tentacle retreats inside me with a quiet shlorp. I shiver like I just took a piss. *Pets* *Dormant Pink Slime Core* *Subjugated Slime Core ¨C One!* ¡°What the fuck does this mean?¡± I say as the Pink Slime tentacle dissolves to nothing inside me, and I redon my armor. Gabby, who can read along with me since her sses trante the strange marks, says, ¡°I told you Slimes have the ability to amalgamate. A single first-tier core won¡¯t have much effect, but it¡¯s possible a certain number will merge into a Giant Slime or assist Olindia¡¯s next evolution.¡± Hmm, I may need to spend some time around here to grind out a half-dozen slime cores. This may not have been enough to awaken Olindia, but maybe a few more¡­? Something to think about for tomorrow.
We don¡¯t run into any other Slimes following the bitch¡¯s trail, but we barely skirted the edge of the Misty Grove. Then we start heading southeast towards the edge of Chatan Forest, Ogre Fen, and Kennel Hills. The two of us are walking through the tall grass of Fuzzy Field when Gabby raises a hand to signal a stop. I get in front of my Goblin wife, summon a new spear, and brace to receive a charge. I hear a scream. 24. Orc 24. Orc A scream resounds in my ears as a dozen little Fuzzies burst from the grass at me. I lift my spear tip high to avoid injuring them, and they part around us as they flee something else. The tiny, furred, juvenile humanoids squeak as they pass, jumping and tumbling away when they see us. Even my human ears can hear the nearbymotion approaching. I wait for the monster to attack us until another high-pitched scream grates at my ears. Dammit! I rush forward blindly, even as Gabby calls at my back to retreat. Entering the clearing ahead, I see the source of the screaming and the cause of the Fuzzies¡¯ terror. ¡°Got¡¯a!¡± A seven-foot-tall female Orc withrge tusks, ck dreadlocks, drool-worthy washboard abs, grapefruit-sized tits, and muscr limbs thick as tree trunks towers over the scrambling Fuzzies. The looming huntress wears nothing but a loincloth and a fur bikini top. She¡¯s caught the owner of the piercing voice I¡¯ve been hearing, a mouse girl. ¡°Dura?¡± Gabby says as she emerges beside me. I shouldn¡¯t be surprised my Goblin wife would know the Orc in question considering they both hail from the Ogre Fen. ¡°¡­Dur?¡± Gabby had dropped her guard for a moment upon seeing an old¡ªfriend?¡ªbut quickly resumes her battle stance as we absorb the non-standard reply. ¡°That¡¯s Dura, but it¡¯s like she doesn¡¯t recognize me. Something¡¯s wrong.¡± I take a closer look at the Orc woman and notice she¡¯s gone cross-eyed with dted pupils. Yes, there¡¯s definitely something odd about this Orc. Even wild Orcs that attack humans normally respond to questions. Dura seemingly dismisses us with a snort and takes a wobbly step in the opposite direction. The captive mouse girl gives a final pathetic, despairing squeak that twists a knife in my heart. I step forward. ¡°Let her go!¡± The Orc ignores me, but Gabby sees me brandishing the spear and nods. ¡°Don¡¯t hurt Dura.¡± Ouch, my first fight with an Orc, and I¡¯ve got a handicap! I flip my spear to point the butt at my opponent and dart forward. I jab Dura in the kidney. The big Orc takes the hit like a brick wall but cries in rage as the sudden pain causes Dura to release her grip. The mouse girl falls, and I catch her in my arms. She¡¯d curled into a defensive ball in anticipation of hitting the cruel ground beforending in my grasp. She¡¯s beautiful as a doll, even shorter than Gabby at a little over two and a half feet tall. Where my Goblin wife is a shortstack, this girl has the proportions of a slender woman with modest breasts. Her tousled hair is yellow-blond, her eyes an emerald green, and her fur steel grey. She has mouse ears and a tail, with tufts of fur on her wrists and ankles above her rodent feet. While I¡¯d love nothing more than to properly ravish such a cute monster girl, I have a serious threat on my hands. I lean down, take a deep whiff of her hair with my Wolf Nose, and whisper into her ear, ¡°Run.¡± I set the mouse down and dodge aside as Dura summons her club and smashes it where I¡¯d stood. The blond mouse scampers away as I summon a spear to my hands. A small crater at the club¡¯s impact site tells me I can¡¯t afford to take a hit even with my armor. The next blow leveled against me is a devastating sweep. Wolf Rush! I leap over the club and swing my shaft smack into the side of Dura¡¯s throat. The p of wood on flesh makes me wince, but the Orc¡¯s heavy muscture absorbs the blow with barely a flinch. I hop away mere moments before Dura¡¯s grasping hand would¡¯ve closed on my ankle. The Orcess then charges me with a lumbering tackle I narrowly sidestep. Pushing myself for speed, I punish the clumsy move with another jab from the butt of my spear. Dura doesn¡¯t seem to feel a thing. ¡°Gabby, I could use a hand¡­¡± I say as I dodge another crushing club bash. ¡°My stock of Pepper Spray is running low. I¡¯m reserving it to save your life; try to win through without it,¡± my Goblin wife responds. Shit, when she puts it like that, I feel bad. Gabby doesn¡¯t have all my advantages. She knows to stay away to avoid being a liability, but she¡¯s watching the battle carefully to cover for me in case of a critical mistake. I shouldn¡¯t be asking her to do more; I should be pushing my limits! An effort of will activates my Earth Magic, and my consciousness reaches into the soil beneath us. I almost take a hit before my senses return for a quick duck and weave. My second attempt bears fruit as my mind grasps and pulls at the dirt beneath Dura¡¯s leading foot. My opponent¡¯s footing slides from under her, and shends sprawling in the grass. I pummel Dura with the blunt end and shaft of my spear while the wobbling Orc struggles to her feet. I almost regretying into her with so many cheap moves, but the Orc¡¯s next craterous blow to the ground disabuses me of that conceit. I¡¯m prepared for a battle that strains me to the breaking point, testing my mental and physical limits, but this isn¡¯t that. The more I fight Dura, the more I¡¯m reminded of a scene from town several years ago when I saw Orc guards subduing a drunken Minotaur. She has strength in this state, yes, but gone is the battle experience and skill of a trained warrior. I¡¯m dead the second I make a mistake, but Fast Learner quickly plumbs the depths of what this Dura is capable of. With a few Wolf Rushes to correct for my errors and my newfound Earth Magic to destabilize her footwork, I¡¯m able tond dozens of blunt blows to the sturdy Orcess. Dura finally copses supine, wailing in pain from head-to-toe bruises, before I¡¯m able to administer my preferred treatment. I dismiss my armor and grab a tit while standing over the iling, green-skinned woman. Some squeezing and aimingter, I¡¯m squirting a thin stream of breastmilk into her mouth. Like a cranky infant, a little Pacifying milk puts Dura down in a minute. *Orcess Layer ¨C One Goblinoid Mark!* That mark seems kind of literal¡­ but hopefully ends up being euphemistic. Gabby is finally able to approach without being swatted away like an annoying fly. The green shortstack plucks a vial from her bandolier of goodies, uncorks it, and waves the bottle under Dura¡¯ nose. The Orcess grunts in distress, sits up, and clutches her head in agony. Smelling salts? ¡°Fuck! Dat hurts! Dura feel like ben trampl¡¯d by Centaurs. Gabby? Wat you doin¡¯ here?¡± ¡°I was going to ask you the same question,¡± Gabby replies as she fishes something from another pouch. ¡°Chew on this willow bark for the pain and tell us what happened.¡± Dura takes the proffered medicine and sticks it on her back mrs. ¡°Thankee, dat better.¡± Then the Orcess licks her white-flecked lips and smacks them while humming appreciation. ¡°Wat Dura taste so nice?¡± ¡°That¡­ would be me,¡± I say a bit sheepishly. A trickle of milk dribbles from my nipple as evidence. I don¡¯t exactly know how to handle a beautiful strangerplimenting my vor of all things. The female Orc turns at the sound of my voice and blinks chestnut brown eyes in shock at my appearance. She looks me up and down, jaw dropping as her gaze lingers on my knockers. Then she excitedly turns to Gabby. ¡°Gabby got human?!? Since wen?¡± ¡°Since yesterday.¡± ¡°So luck; congrat! ¡­Gabby share lucky wit Dura?¡± Therge Orcess gives my tiny Goblin wife the pleading eyes of a younger sister who outgrew her cuteness years ago and refuses to acknowledge it. Gabby bops Dura on the head in admonishment, having no more effect than a paper fan on the Orc¡¯s thick skull. ¡°Ow! Gabby mean!¡± ¡°I¡¯ve no intentions of lending out my human to the whole n!¡± Gabby says, and I can¡¯t help picturing it. I have to admit, the thought of getting passed around from Orc to Orc like a smoking pipe is kind of hot¡­ ¡°Sharing my human with a favorite broodmate, however, is another matter.¡± ¡°Gabby so kind! Smart! Pretty!¡± ¡°Only if you¡¯re good,¡± Gabby wags a warning finger at the huge warrior. ¡°Help us out today, and I¡¯ll consider it.¡± ¡°You two are sisters?¡± I finally voice the question building in my head. I¡¯d have represented myself earlier if the thought of being offered as a special treat to Gabby¡¯s nsmen wasn¡¯t such a weird and sudden turn-on. Dura whips her head in my direction when I speak and smiles a wide, tusky Orc smile. Is it weird I find Orcs hot? Especially the female ones? Wait¡­ I bet this is my Oedipusplex acting up. Legends are still told of the ancient human badass who killed his father and fucked his mother. I don¡¯t n to follow in his footsteps since I have a great rtionship with dear old dad, so what¡¯s the problem if I get turned on by female Orcs that remind me of mom? ¡°Hi, little human! Me Dura! Don¡¯ be scare; me gen¡¯le hands.¡± ¡°I bet you do,¡± I mumble under my breath as I bite my lip and stare at Dura¡¯s lesbian manicure. She has Goblinoid ws on all her fingers except two on her dominant hand, which are trimmed to the quick. Gabby goes straight to answering the question. ¡°All Gobbo kids thrown in the same pen are broodmates. That¡¯s thicker than blood to us since we don¡¯t keep track of parentage. It leads to favoritism, you see.¡± ¡°But, your mother¡­?¡± ¡°Ah, yes, well.¡± Sigh. ¡°You see, dear, we may not be raised by them, but some parents don¡¯t forget their spawn as is proper. Mother found me and passed along that ring before she died. It made me stand out among my peers because I couldn¡¯t bear to let it go.¡± ¡°Dura bullied too as Gobbo until we together as sisters. Gabby older and smart¡¯r.¡± ¡°And Dura is bigger and stronger. We used to look out for one another before I left Ogre Fen.¡± ¡°Dura stop by!¡± ¡°Yes, I remember. Thanks again for the jerky. I have to admit, Alex, if you actually want to fuck an Orc, you couldn¡¯t do better. She¡¯s a paragon of Orcish virtue on top of being the prettiest Orcess in the Fen.¡± ¡°Gabby charm¡¯r! Wat Gabby wan from Dura¡­?¡± The little Goblin shortstack furrows her brow. ¡°Tell us what happened. Also, we could use a hand hunting a certain Dire Wolf.¡± ¡°Hmm.¡± Dura looks up and to the left while screwing up her face with intense concentration. It¡¯s rather cute seeing the great warrior woman like this. Hey, I can¡¯t help if I have a thing for ditzy and dim girls! ¡°Oh!¡± the Orcess exims. ¡°Dura ate weird fruit. Lot of, all over! Lots of Gobbos and Orcs try fruit and start¡¯d act strange. Thene big tree man. He say feed him mice and bunnies. Sound good at time, but it stupid Dura hunt for tree!¡± Gabby nods along with the story until Dura finishes, then turns to me and trantes, ¡°A Treefolk strayed from the Forest and used their magic fruit to control Ogre Fen nsmen.¡± Thebination of bonks to the head, Pacification milk, and smelling salts must have snapped Dura out of the trancelike state. ¡°We need to stop it,¡± I say, thinking of the adorable mouse girl who almost got fed to an evil tree. Such a crime must not be allowed! ¡°I agree,¡± Gabby says. ¡°An Incursion of this nature may escte. If several Treefolk follow this example, they may dominate all Ogre Fen and use our nsmen to strip Fuzzy Field bare.¡± With no more food, their raiding party and even the wolves may head for the human town next. This could be the inciting incident for a major Incursion! ¡°How many nsmen does the Treefolk have under its sway?¡± ¡°Dura never counting great¡­¡± the Orcess acts a little insecure admitting this fact, smoothing her dreadlocks in a nervous gesture as she speaks. Then she brightens as she looks at me. ¡°But do ¡¯er best! Um, let see, lots of Gobbos, few Hobbs, couple Orcs, and Ogre.¡± ¡°Bruke?¡± Gabby¡¯s voice quavers slightly. ¡°Naw, jus Igrut.¡± My Goblin wife sighs, relieved we won¡¯t be fighting the leader of Ogre Fen. ¡°Good, he¡¯s a moron. Can we count on your help, Dura?¡± I feel a little bad seeing the conflict in Dura¡¯s face. Even a proud Orcish warrior can tell these are terrible odds. ¡°Gabby smart¡­ but crazy! Dura smash lots of Gobbos, crush three Hob at once, beat any Orc in Fen! But Dura no fight Ogre, ev¡¯n if Igrut moron.¡± ¡°If you¡¯re fast on your feet and I distract him, the two of us could take him, right?¡± I say. ¡°No,¡± Gabby replies. ¡°Though beating Dura¡ª¡± ¡°¡ªNot beat Dura!¡± ¡°Ahem,¡± Gabby continues after the interruption, ¡°Putting Dura down in her inebriated state was an impressive feat, to be sure, but an Ogre is a different matter. Alex, you¡¯ve be apetent fighter, true, but you haven¡¯t been getting stronger. Your attacks won¡¯t prate Ogre skin, and Dura¡¯s bones will crack beneath a single one of Igrut¡¯s blows.¡± As much as I hate to admit it, Gabby is right. Dura took so many spear strikes like they were nothing. Even using the de and tip instead of the butt, if Ogre skin is as tough as they say, it won¡¯t make a bit of difference. I need another upgrade or a better weapon. The Orcish warrior nodded solemn agreement, and then her face split into a toothy grin. ¡°Dura no fight Ogre, unless¡­¡± ¡°Unless what, Dura?¡± Gabby says, eyeing her broodmate¡¯s sly expression with suspicion. ¡°Unless Dura hunting Gabby human.¡± The Orcess waggles her eyebrows. I flinch, and worry must have crept onto my face because Gabby tries to calm me. ¡°Rx, Alex. ¡®Hunting¡¯ is a term from the Book of Monsters I told Dura about. It¡¯s like an ¡®Encounter¡¯ except it only ever counts the subject once. Think of it this way. Alex, you have a single ¡®Human Token¡¯ to give, a bit like your virginity. The first monster to ¡®Hunt¡¯ you gets the supposed token. The Ogre evolution tree is a side-step for Orcs that requires Human Hunter.¡± Is that why I ran into an Ogre so close to town on my first day? Huh. At least this exins why the Fen can¡¯t turn all their Orcs into Ogres with a single human. ¡°Luckily, I¡¯m locked out of that evolutionary branch, and I don¡¯t think Alex has yet been with a monster on the Human Huntress path. But, Dura, you¡¯re that close?¡± ¡°Mmhmm! Dura defeated lots and lots of Orcs! Did all things Gabby say ¡¯cept find human.¡± ¡°Impressive. Well, Alex, in the Ogre Fen, you¡¯d be mine to share or hoard, but as my wife, you have some bargaining power. What say you?¡± Dura looks at me with curiosity, having previously assumed I didn¡¯t have a choice in Gabby¡¯s decision. ¡°I¡¯ll agree to be ¡®Hunted¡¯ on the condition that Dura helps us in battle today and that she bears my child.¡± Gabby grins in approval at my cunning. Meanwhile, Dura ponders the offer with serious thought. ¡°Be Ogre, but preggers. Hmm, yep, dat good deal. But¡­ Alex have cock Dura not see?¡± This time, it¡¯s my turn to waggle my eyebrows after a brief check of my marks. ¡°You have a menu selection to choose from: you can be dicked by a Goblin cock, Orc cock, Mermaid Ovipositor, Fishman Cock, Wolf cock, Bunny cock, or Mole-man cock.¡± ¡°Hmm, I¡¯ve only had the Goblin cock, Mermaid Ovipositor, and Mole-man cock. All highly rmended, but mostly because it was Alex doing the majority of the fucking. So many choices¡­¡± Gabby¡¯s contemtive dick-reviewing expression is such a turn-on. ¡°Not fuck Dura wit nasty Wolf cock!¡± the Orcess growls. ¡°Or stinky fish cocks. Dura had plen¡¯y Goblin and Orc dick. Dura want somting new, meaty, and filling.¡± ¡°Definitely the Mole-man cock,¡± Gabby agrees wholeheartedly. ¡°It¡¯s big enough to give even an Orcess a hard dicking.¡± ¡°Then let¡¯s get started.¡± 25. Dura (R-18) 25. Dura (R-18) ¡°Hunting first, yea?¡± Dura says with a massive grin. She turns to look from a nodding Gabby to me as I give a bashful smile with evasive eyes. I do really want this, it¡¯s just a little embarrassing, right? A Tamer surrendering herself to be ravished by a wild Amazonian Orcess¡­ I bite my lip and feel wetness between my thighs. I¡¯m already naked from dismissing my armor, so Dura sees my nipples harden at her suggestion, and her tusky smile grows even wider. The green-skinned warrior looks down at me as she steps into my personal bubble. I smell her Orcish musk. The height difference between us is intimidating. Not quite as significant as between me and Gabby, but close. I¡¯m 5¡¯6¡±, so the muscr seven-foot-tall woman before me is about two heads taller. While I kept in shape for my chosen profession, I¡¯m by no means an athlete or trained warrior. I¡¯m downright slenderpared to Dura¡¯s visible head-to-toe toned muscles. When I don¡¯t move, she puts herrge hands on my shoulders, and I know I¡¯m totally within her domain. I can¡¯t don my armor without breaking contact, my spear is useless in a grapple, and my strength is pitifulpared to her sheer monster power. A shiver runs through me, and a bead of feminine drool drips down from my lower lips in a tiny rivulet. I gulp. ¡°I-I don¡¯t suppose you¡¯re much of a conversationalist?¡± Dura bends to grab me by the seat and scoops me into her embrace. I sit on her forearms, level with her chestnut-brown eyes, and she leans in before I can say another word. The Orcess takes my mouth in hers, enveloping my lips with her tusked maw to kiss me with surprising dexterity. Her tusks are ivory pirs I¡¯m chained between as her tongue probes my vulnerable flesh. Dura¡¯s hot oral member gropes through the chamber between my cheeks, pushing and shoving around my smaller tool like she owns the ce. While she¡¯s practically fucking my mouth with her tongue, Dura¡¯s hand finds my ass. She rubs my cheeks, and then her hand grips my buttock hard enough to make me yelp into her mouth. The firm pressure is hot and heavy. My core burns hotter as I¡¯m manhandled by this warrior woman. Two carefully manicured, green-skinned fingers, their sisters all bearing w-like nails, explore the crevice of my ass. I buck in her grip as her digits brush my tender rosebud. Then she¡¯s touching the base of my sex, feeling her way over my honeypot, parting the folds of mybial lips, and tracing around my hard button. I involuntarily find my lower half responding to her touch, my hips rotating in her grip as she circles my clit. Dura removes her fingers; my foolish flesh twitching as if in search after the momentary departure, only to jump in shock as those same digits return to plunder my honeypot. ¡°Mmph!¡± I groan into Dura¡¯s mouth even as I suckle her invading tongue. Dura¡¯s fingers are thick as sausages, the double-insertion rivaling over half my practice dildos back home. I¡¯m thoroughly fucked as they squirm in and out of my squelching juicy tunnel. I grind against her hand as Dura brings the pad of her thumb to bear against my button. Her face pulls away from me, and I gasp for breath. zing fire kindles in my abdomen as I¡¯m stroked from within. Dura lifts me higher totch onto my breast. She sucks a nipple into her mouth andps rings around the knob. I finally have a measure of control again. With my Pacification milk, I could addle her wits and take the helm. Dura meets my gaze, and her eyes are hungry, starving. She looks at me not as a feral wolf chasing a bunny, but worshipful as a primal huntress venerating her quarry. She devours my breast with the reverence of a devotee praying to a fertility idol. I find I don¡¯t want to spoil the scene. That¡¯s what this is, a scene. It¡¯s enough to know I could turn the tables; that submission is a role I¡¯m performing for her sake. It¡¯s the thrill of being fucked by a powerful monster that heightens the moment, but underneath that is the reassurance I¡¯m safe with Gabby here. The danger is all an illusion for our mutual enjoyment. I throw my head back and bask in the attention as Dura fucks me like she¡¯s found a new goddess. ¡°Yes!¡± I want this. I want to be worshipped. My gaze spots Gabby sitting in the grass nearby, masturbating as the little Goblin watches her broodmate finger-fuck her wife. ¡°Yes¡­ Gabby!¡± I want to be seen, to be watched by people as they pleasure themselves! Dura¡¯s brow furrows in jealousy as I speak my wife¡¯s name; her pinky finger delicately rubs my asshole¡¯s rim, elevating my pleasure. I arch my spine and clutch at her dreadlocks. My breast expresses into the green woman¡¯s mouth after a mental push to get them going, Pacification deactivated. It¡¯s just tasty milk to whet my new lover¡¯s appetite and reward her efforts. The Orcess suckles eagerly at my chest as her fingers find my g-spot. The bonfire in my core erupts in mes that course through my veins. My hands desperately grasp at Dura¡¯s hair while my legs clench on her fingers. I sy my toes and thrust my bosom into the green-skinned warrior¡¯s face as I cum and moan. A minute of spasming bliss passes, and I¡¯m melting into Dura¡¯s arms like putty. She pulls her digits from my love tunnel to lick my honey from their length while eying me with a smile. I know what¡¯sing as Dura grabs my legs and hoists them over her shoulders, flipping me upside-down while bringing my feminine flower to her chin. The huntress refuses to give me more than a second¡¯s reprieve before I¡¯m impaled by that big Orcish tongue. ¡°Ahn!¡± I jerk, twist, and quiver as Dura¡¯s oral member stirs my insides. This time, Gabby approaches me now that I¡¯m down on her level. My Goblin wife grabs my head to steady me and leans in for an upside-down kiss. Her mouth is small and nimble against mine, delivering sweet pecks before locking lips with me. Meanwhile, Dura sees our activity and doubles her pace, licking, sucking, and tongue-fucking my cunt. I buck and hump her face while I¡¯m thoroughly kissed by a greedy Goblin. ¡°Mph!¡± Then Gabby¡¯s hands reach up to find my pendulous mammaries, gripping them tight in her pigmy palms. Smiling into the kiss, I bring my hands to bear and find my wife¡¯s proportionally buxom breasts. I squish her soft handfuls between my fingers. ¡°Mmm,¡± Gabby groans into my mouth. Dura¡¯s head bobs on my crotch, pumping her thick tongue inches into my snatch with each thrust. My Goblin wife¡¯s fingers switch from groping to pinching; liquid lightning pleasure shoots through my chest to ignite my core once again. I copy Gabby¡¯s change of pace, aggressively pinching her nipples, but the breathy moan I force from her lips is nothingpared to the mounting orgasm I¡¯m experiencing. I cross my ankles and squeeze my thighs around Dura¡¯s head tight enough to hold myself in ce. The Orcess takes the opportunity to free a hand and rub my clit while her tongue curls inside me to hit that damnable g-spot again. ¡°Mph!!!¡± I hump Dura¡¯s head while riding the waves of another climax spurred on by a teasing Goblin¡¯s nipple-twisting fingers and mischievous mouth. Gabby leans back to watch my expression as I descend from the high, a limp fish caught by the ankle in Dura¡¯s grip. The green shortstack grins as she holds my face in her hands. ¡°You¡¯re cute when you¡¯ve been fucked silly.¡± I mumble something unintelligible, still too pleasure-addled to speak coherently. ¡°Dura do good?¡± ¡°Your performance was unimpeachable,¡± Gabby replies while adjusting her spectacles. ¡°Den Dura take rewar¡¯.¡± The Orcess grips both my ankles in one hand, grabs my middle with the other, and folds me into a jackknife. Then the warrior woman spreads her legs, rips away her loincloth, and squats in a wide horse stance. She smiles at me while bringing our crotches into alignment, and I look down to see her huge green clit. It¡¯s no mini-dick or even a micropenis, but Dura¡¯s nubbin is at least three timesrger than the average woman¡¯s. As our crotches press together, there¡¯s no ignoring it. Dura tribs me, grinding my core against her pussy, her massive clit parting mybia to rub against my own pearl. She¡¯s holding my legs together and using me like a sex toy. I arch my back as the juices of our arousalingle, our cunts schlicking together. Then Gabby is above me, blocking the sun, and she straddles my head as she grabs my neck. My Goblin wife supports me while pressing my face between her legs, shoving my mouth against her cunt and my nose into her ass crack. The broodsisters face each other as they spitroast me between their pussies. I¡¯m exactly where I want to be, tongue dancing on Gabby¡¯s lower lips, humping my ass and pussy against Dura. I suckle and nibble the Goblin¡¯sbia, lick her button, gasping for air and getting fragrant whiffs of Gabby¡¯s musk after a morning walking across the ins to work up a sweat. Dura pounds my softness against her straining clit harder and faster, making lewd squelching noises while thrusting my face into Gabby¡¯s sex. That green clit¡¯s sliding path across my cunt and its dull thudding against mine stirs a boiling cauldron within me. Each pounding repetition stokes a puff of steam in my core that builds and builds to greater pressure. I reach down with one hand to my pussy where I rub in time with Dura¡¯s thrusts, so her clit hits the ¡®V¡¯ between my fingers at each apex. The other lifts to grope for Gabby¡¯s breast to deliver a revengeful nipple tweak. Gabby¡¯s thighs tighten around my head as my tongue narrows its focus to circling her button with increasing speed. Dura bucks her hips and ms herself into me while her hands on my ankles and middle pound me yet harder and faster against her sex. The pressure within me bursts forth in a cunt-muffled scream of ecstasy. ¡°Mmmph!!!¡± The vibrations must send my Goblin wife over the edge because she copses to her knees, sitting on my face with my head cradled in her hands. Dura bellows her feminine battle cry as she cums with me. ¡°Ahn!!!¡± The three of us fall to the ground, where we take a minute to catch our breaths and ride out the high of our climaxes. ¡°Did that¡­ do the trick?¡± Gabby asks between heavy breaths. ¡°Dura¡­ tink so¡­ Feelin¡¯ all tingly. Why Dura no evolve?¡± ¡°It¡¯s not instant. At least, usually, to my knowledge. Your body should begin sending you signals about your caloric needs and where it¡¯s safe to bed down.¡± ¡°Do we have time for that?¡± I ask. ¡°Dura saw tree man head west. Him grab all Gobbos, Hobs, n¡¯ Orcs in way. Mov¡¯n pretty fast.¡± ¡°That¡¯s a ¡®no,¡¯¡± Gabby reasoned. ¡°Hmm, I read in the Book of Monster¡¯s appendixes about several documented cases of spontaneous evolution in battle. Something about the life-threatening situation spurs the transformation. It¡¯s rare, and only works if you¡¯ve already fulfilled the requirements.¡± ¡°That may be our only option,¡± I state. ¡°Den we leave right ¡¯way!¡± Dura says as she stands, towering above us again. ¡°I think we still have time for you to fulfill your promise,¡± I challenge the green-skinned warrior woman. ¡°Dura honor¡¯ble. Never break promise.¡± I motion her down to my level with my eyes. ¡°Then let¡¯s have a go.¡± ¡°¡­Hmm, Dura no see cock,¡± the Orcess sounds a bit petnt, like she¡¯s looking for an excuse. ¡°That can be arranged.¡± *Selected Mole-man Cock!* Turnabout is fair y! 26. Dura Dura (R-18) 26. Dura Dura (R-18) ¡°Good to see you again, buddy,¡± I say as my Mole-man cock emerges from my crotch above my feminine sex. ¡°Are you talking to your penis?¡± Gabby asks with an incredulous expression. ¡°Don¡¯t you want to say hello?¡± I turn to her, my half-erect nine-inch member flopping about with the motion. The Goblin girl drools as she stares at me and falls to her knees. Then a thought seems to ur to her; she shakes her head to clear it of lust-haze and addresses Dura, ¡°Are you getting any evolution cravings? Hunger pangs?¡± ¡°Now mention¡­ Dura starving.¡± I grin, grateful for my wife¡¯s evolution obsession. ¡°I¡¯ve got magic semen that satiates hunger,¡± I proudly state. ¡°No, must liar!¡± Dura turns her skeptical gaze to Gabby, who nods. ¡°It¡¯s true. I¡¯ve personally verified her im.¡± The Goblin wipes drool from her face as if to confirm. ¡°No part of deal¡­¡± ¡°You don¡¯t want to evolve on an empty stomach¡­ do you?¡± I put a hand on my sausage and bob its length like I¡¯m dangling a tasty treat. The Orcess frowns at me, but her chestnut-brown eyes sh with temptation. ¡°It¡¯s okay, Dura. Alex doesn¡¯t mean anything by it.¡± Gabby meets my gaze and exins. ¡°In the Ogre Fen, a female giving oral to another female is ¡®prating¡¯ their partner, making it a ¡®masculine¡¯ act of domination. However, since they¡¯re being prated, giving oral to a male is considered an act of submission. A warrior woman can soothe her ego by riding on top during heterosexual intercourse, but fetio is always seen as demeaning.¡± I see. Dura has been establishing herself as the head of our little group by ¡®Hunting¡¯ me in a dominating way. She intended to honor our deal by getting pregnant in cowgirl position, keeping her role by staying on top even while carrying my offspring. While Gabby hasn¡¯t disyed this attitude, I¡¯ve known from the beginning she¡¯s mentally on another wavelengthpared to other Goblinoids based on her evolution. ¡°I¡¯m told, even though I have a monster cock, my taste is 100% human. Have you ever tried a male human¡¯s essence, Dura?¡± I masturbate my dick to full mast, rubbing its length with both hands until a bead of precum forms at the tip. I watch their faces as its fragrance spreads through the air. ¡°All the monsters I¡¯ve spoken with say the vor is¡­¡± ¡°Indescribable,¡± Gabby gasps, eyeing my member with an insatiable hunger. Even Dura¡¯s hard exterior cracks as she scents my human musk. There¡¯s a reason human genital fluids are bottled as Lures! Even a tough, badass monsterdy like Dura can¡¯t resist this smell, especially since she has the Human Huntress path in her blood. She¡¯s on the verge of sumbing, I can tell. Her eyes never stray from my schlong, and she¡¯s biting her lip as if trying to convince herself it¡¯s okay to want this. ¡°I promise to be gentle,¡± I say, coaxing. The muscr Orcess scoffs at my suggestion. ¡°Dura like rough.¡± As if taking this as a challenge, Dura lowers herself to her knees in front of me, grabs me by the base, and licks the bead of precum from my tip with defiant eyes. ¡°Show Dura human strong, if can.¡± Like a trained professional, Dura is all lips and tongue on my tip, her tusks a safe distance from my tender flesh while she pumps my shaft. She wants to make me cum fast to get her meal over with quickly. Gabby watches her broodsister take me orally with disappointment, then gets a mischievous glint in her eye. My Goblin wife crawls beneath us, and I feel her mouth on myhers a momentter. She¡¯s sabotaging me! She¡¯s fingering my pussy and licking my cunt to pleasure me into cumming early. Well, I¡¯ve got bad news for the Goblinoid broodsisters. Hot mercury boils in my groin as their ministrations quickly bring me topletion. Like a quick shot, I cum into Dura¡¯s mouth. She smirks around my cock at me as my essence hits her tongue and the back of her throat. I smirk right back. I max out Paternal Seminal Control, blowing a huge load that keeps cumming and cumming. Dura¡¯s mouth fills in a second before my cream bursts out around her tusks to dribble down her front. She mps her mouth around my girth and swallows, but I¡¯m still cumming too fast. Her hand ckens in surprise, and I take the opportunity to thrust forward, brushing aside her grip as I jam my rod into her throat. The sudden deepthroat activates her gag reflex, which is poor timing considering her lips are locked around me, and I¡¯m cumming like a firehose. Cream spurts from her nose, and she puts her hands on my hips, a second from pushing me away. ¡°I thought you liked it rough, Dura? Don¡¯t tell me that¡¯s all you can take.¡± The sting to her pride keeps her from throwing me aside. She res up at me in a silent, ¡®Do your worst.¡¯ She¡¯s thinking I¡¯m about to go soft after such an explosive climax. She¡¯s dead wrong. I have Bunny Stamina! Thanks, Cottontail! I grab two handfuls of her dreadlocks and pump her throat for all I¡¯m worth. Instead of softening, the soft, tight pressure on my cock has me rigid through the ebb of one masculine orgasm and coaxes me onto a teau of pleasure. My Mole-man cock leaks cum down her throat with every wet p of my thighs against Dura¡¯s face. Gabby is up and licking my traces from their trickles across Dura¡¯s throat, breasts, and thighs. She rips off the warrior woman¡¯s fur bikini top and tosses it aside top my cream from the Orcess¡¯s impressive orbs. I don¡¯t give Dura a moment to breathe or a second¡¯s mercy. I use my hips and hands to skull-fuck Dura at maximum intensity. The intense pleasure so close on the heels of my previous climax builds me to a second high in record time. Meanwhile, Dura¡¯s eyes are rolling up to show me their whites. Finally, I shove Dura hard onto my base, burying her nose in my crotch as I explode directly into her stomach. I feel one, two, three huge ropes of cream shoot into the Orcess. Then I pull Dura off me, grab Gabby by the base of the neck, and force myself to the hilt into my Goblin wife¡¯s throat just as the fourth jet bursts forth. The Goblin girl moans in shock, then her hands dart to her cunny to frig herself to a quick climax. I withdraw from Gabby¡¯s green throat and p my semihard schlong across Dura¡¯s ck, gasping face. Ast few twitching spasms leak a trickle of cum onto the female Orc¡¯s forehead and dribbles around her nose to pool in her mouth. Gabbyes-to first and eagerly licks my cream from her broodsister¡¯s face. Rather than feeling contentment, the erotic scene has me horny for more. I push the dazed Dura onto her back and spread her legs. The huge woman has the aforementioned big clit, as well as rough textured, protruding innerbia. It¡¯s a messy, meaty pussy I want to devour. Instead, I have to hurry and im my prize before Dura decides to turn the tables, but I imagine I¡¯ll want to show dominance next time by taking the Orcess¡¯s cunt with my mouth. I align myself with her entrance and slide home with a thrust. Oh, wow, Dura¡¯s love tunnel is perfectly sized for this cock. The tightness isn¡¯t excessive; instead, she fits me like a glove. I plow into her to the hilt without resistance. ¡°Ahn!¡± Dura moans as shees around from the intense bout of fetio. ¡°Gabby, can you keep her mouth upied?¡± My Goblin wife nods with a devilish gleam in her eye as she straddles the Orcess and sits on the warrior woman¡¯s face. ¡°With pleasure.¡± This time, the green shortstack is spitroasting her broodsister with me. I begin pumping Dura¡¯s pussy, and it¡¯s a sweet treat. There¡¯s so much woman beneath me I almost don¡¯t know where to start. No, I know where. I lean forward, grab Dura around her toned middle, press my face into her washboard abs, and hump her like a bunny. My thighs quiver with rapid movements, in and out, fucking and thrusting and pumping forward. My arms squeeze her with full strength, unconcerned with hurting my thick, muscr lover. ¡°Mmmph!¡± Dura screams into Gabby¡¯s muff as I ram into her sensitive areas again and again. Her hand reaches for her clit where she brushes her fingers over the nubbin repeatedly to jill herself while I pummel her cunt. She nts her feet and arches her back, lifting her crotch against me. I haven¡¯t cum yet, so I let go of her middle and lean back to grab her thighs. The new angle has my tip mming into her g-spot with each thrust, fully turning the tables on her previous oral torture. A few more seconds of my maximum speed has all three of us crying out in carnal ecstasy. After a single spurt into her pussy, I pull my rod from her tunnel and let it spray all over the glorious scene. My cream stters onto Dura¡¯s abs, her bountiful breasts, then Gabby¡¯s th tummy, bubbly boobs, and openmouthed face. I don¡¯t feel a notification on my tummy tattoo, and I still feel like I have something to prove, so I force my cock to stiffness again with willpower and Bunny Stamina. I grab one of Dura¡¯s legs, lift, and turn. The Orcess neither helps nor hinders me, forcing me to push on the warrior woman¡¯s hip toplete the flip. Gabby goes with Dura as I turn them onto the Goblin¡¯s back and Orcess¡¯s belly. Standing behind them, I lift Dura by the waist onto knees still wobbly from thest orgasm. Dura¡¯s tongue immediately goes after my cum on Gabby¡¯s front,pping up flecks of my cream on the Goblin¡¯s thighs, a puddle in her bellybutton, streaming stripes on green breasts, and then goes after the pool in Gabby¡¯s mouth with an aggressive kiss. Getting into a low horse stance brings my crotch to height with Dura¡¯s ass when she¡¯s on her knees. I spread the Orcess¡¯s ass with my hands on her firm buttocks, putting a green pucker and meaty, wet cunt on disy. The aroma of Orcish musk is thick in the air, and I love it. Hard as a rock, I ram my cock home in a standing doggystyle position. I¡¯ve got full leverage with my feet nted and my hands on her rocklike muscr ass to deliver thrusts that shake Dura¡¯s butt like gtine. Every m has all my strength, everything I have. ¡°Mmm, yes,¡± Dura says between kisses with her smaller broodsister. That¡¯s not enough. I want to make Dura scream. Wolf Rush! Maximum strength, maximum speed! I pound Dura¡¯s pussy like a maniac. I grab her hips and pull her into me with each thrust. ¡°Ahn, yes!!!¡± Wolf Rush! My heart is beating a mile a minute. My hips are shaking. Sweat pours down my body. Molten pressure is building in my core with every movement. I¡¯lle too soon if I slow for a second. Wolf Rush! Another few seconds at max speed is all I need. The tremors of a massive orgasm course through Dura¡¯s body. Her thigh muscles are twitching involuntarily. I feel her cunt pulsing and squeezing me. Her upper body falls to her elbows, and she buries her forehead in Gabby¡¯s soft and pillowy embrace. ¡°Fuck, Alex!!!¡± Hearing my name on the Orcess¡¯s lips releases the tension keeping my climax at bay. I cum like a dam bursting. I fill the green pussy with my cream in a second, and cum backsshes onto me once, twice, and thrice as I shoot streamer after streamer onto Dura¡¯s cervix. The warrior woman hugs her broodsister tight as she shudders and screams with the intensity of her orgasm. Dura¡¯s knees give way, and she slumps prone. I copse atop her, momentarily spent, cock jammed between her ass cheeks. The three of usy together much longer this time as energy slowly returns to my limbs, and I catch my breath from all those Wolf Rushes. Then Dura reaches around to grab me, holding me steady as she rolls off Gabby and onto her back before setting my ass atop her abs. ¡°Dura nev¡¯r fucked man could make her scream. Not ev¡¯n Ogre. Too stupid, no care ¡¯bout what Dura feel good. Bam! Den done.¡± I didn¡¯t feel like I¡¯d been especially conscientious of Dura¡¯s pleasure; I was busy trying to stay in control, but maybe Ogres were that lousy in ¡®bed.¡¯ Gabby praises me with stars in her yellow eyes, ¡°Alex is very considerate. She selects and seeks out marks to enhance her partner¡¯s experience. Our first night together was, well¡­ magical.¡± Alright, that makes me blush. ¡°Gabby, you¡¯re awesome! Of course I wanted to fully satisfy you!¡± My Goblin wife motions to me as if what I¡¯d said was all the proof she needed. Dura nods absently, looking me over with new eyes. ¡°Dat one great human Gabby got.¡± Something urs to me, and I look down at myself in disappointment. ¡°No mark¡­¡± Dura looks at Gabby in confusion. ¡°Alex gets notified when she impregnates a woman. It gives her a bit of magic she can spend to make herself more sexually capable.¡± ¡°Ah ha, make sense. Dura not due fertile ¡¯nother week. Alex too early.¡± ¡°But, when Gabby and I had sex the first time¡­¡± The sweet little shortstack puts a hand on my arm and smiles her toothy Goblin smile. ¡°Darling, you got lucky. That was my peak fertile window. You can¡¯t get a woman pregnant if she hasn¡¯t ovted. That¡¯s why you got Ovarian Control, remember?¡± I know she¡¯s right, but I can¡¯t help pouting. I stuffed Dura with so much cum she should¡¯ve gotten pregnant anyway! Arg!!! I bet there¡¯s a mark for that. This time, it¡¯s Dura whoys a gentle hand on my shoulder. ¡°It okay, Alex. Dura honor¡¯ble. Never break promise. Know Gabby hut. Come by ev¡¯ry day till preggers. Den¡­ we see.¡± I smile at the warrior woman, admiring her chestnut-brown eyes and the cascade of her dreadlocks falling across her muscr shoulders and round, green breasts. At first, I thought I¡¯d failed to Tame Dura. Now, though, I¡¯m thinking I made good progress. If I impress Dura enough while getting her pregnant, I might be able to keep her! ¡°Great!¡± Gabby leans in to hug Dura¡¯s neck. ¡°Thank you, Dura. That means a lot to us.¡± The Orcess blushes deep green. ¡°No probl¡¯m, Gabby Dura¡¯s favorite broodmate.¡± Looking back and forth between the two broodsisters, seeing the extreme size difference again along with their surprisingly affectionate dynamic, I definitely want to Tame Dura. I imagine having three-ways like this every day¡­ ¡°Well, unfortunately, we have a mission to attend to,¡± Gabby states the obvious to get us moving. I snap out of the daydream, rise to my feet, and don my crab armor. ¡°Let¡¯s go do some damage.¡± 27. Twisted Treefolk Part 1 27. Twisted Treefolk Part 1 The three of us follow Dura¡¯s trail of destruction and my nose. The Dire Wolf¡¯s trail mysteriously happens to run in the same direction. Every few steps, another panicked Fuzzy, bunny, or mouse scampers around us, between us, or through our legs. Then the Fuzzy-type monsters start pouring in from the sides, and I know what¡¯s going on. The Goblinoid forces are spreading out in a ¡¯ to scare up the Fuzzies. Once inside the ,¡¯ the Fuzzies will run into Goblinoids on the opposite side. It¡¯s an effective strategy for catchingrge numbers of prey. We were right to be worried; a few days of this might decimate the Fuzzy poption. Then I see her, a grey wolf as tall as a horse, darting around the field. The Dire Wolf girl from my first day as a Tamer. At first, I assume she¡¯s being controlled like the Goblinoids until I realize she¡¯s fighting them. A half dozen Goblins rush her, ws extended and teeth gnashing. I thought I¡¯d seen her move before, but not like this. She must¡¯ve activated her Dire Wolf Rush, because she blurs across the line of Goblins in a moment. Blood spurts from the fodder as she tears through them. Then she¡¯s off to the next group of enemies. ¡°Maybe she¡¯s on our side?¡± I suggest. ¡°Let¡¯s go after her.¡± ¡°We can¡¯t have her ughtering our nsmen, anyway. They¡¯re too inebriated in this state to know when to retreat. It¡¯ll be a bloodbath.¡± ¡°Gabby smart. No like stink wolf, but if Gabby think Alex-n work, Dura follo¡¯.¡± The three of us advance in pursuit. Not a minuteter, a group of Goblins spot us and charge. I¡¯m not concerned because there¡¯s only three. I flip my spear to jab with the butt, knocking the wind from my Goblin with a hit to the sr plexus. While he¡¯s dazed, I swing the spear to smack him in the neck, causing him to pass out. Fuck yeah, I beat a Goblin in two hits! Of course, Dura to my left fells her opponent in a single blow to the temple with the handle of her club. ¡°Nighty-night.¡± I turn to check on Gabby. I¡¯ll admit, I expected my little green wife to be on an even footing with a fellow Goblin. I shouldn¡¯t have doubted her experience and the difference in tiers between them. My gazends on Gabby administering a sleeper hold to a crazed Goblin woman who falls unconscious in seconds. She sees my surprise and raises an eyebrow. ¡°You remember I have Fast Learner too, right? I¡¯ve lived with enough Goblins to know how they move and where their weak points are. Even two on one, they can¡¯t touch me.¡± ¡°Oh, uh, right! Never a doubt!¡± My own feat seems a lot less impressive¡­ Another few steps in the Dire Wolf¡¯s direction, and Gabby calls a halt. I spot a strange purple smear on the ground before us and quirk my head in curiosity. My Goblin wife plucks what looks like a twig from the sludge and holds it up for inspection while adjusting her spectacles. ¡°Apple core.¡± She¡¯s right. That means the nasty smudge is¡­ ¡°Rotten apple?¡± Our Orcess warrior crouches and sniffs the spot. ¡°Dura smell booze.¡± I lean in to catch a whiff, and yep, it reeks of fermentation. Gabby proceeds to lick the apple core, making me gag in sympathy. ¡°It¡¯s poisonous as well.¡± I blink in shock, worried for her. She sees my distress and continues. ¡°Goblin Gut; it won¡¯t affect me. Indeed, eating these apples would be deadly for a non-Goblinoid. We, on the other hand, simply get drunk¡­ though there may be a secondary effect that opens the victim¡¯s mind to suggestion. Yes, this is our culprit.¡± This just confirms Gabby¡¯s earlier deduction, but it¡¯s good to fit the pieces into ce. Guttural cries interrupt us as four drunken, maddened Hobgoblins charge our position. They¡¯re supposedly the weakest second-tier Goblin evolution; even I know that. I¡¯ve seen a few in town, but my understanding is that domestic monster training pushes the majority of Goblin kids into bing Orcs. (I¡¯m pretty sure physical-oriented Goblin evolutions havepetitive, sport-like requirements.) Hobs are elevated, yes; physically mature, sure; but they¡¯re essentially underachievers. Our attackers are four and a half feet tall, grey-skinned, with Goblinoid features: pointed ears, sharp teeth, and w-like nails. They¡¯re swinging small wooden clubs; mere twigs next to Dura¡¯s weapon. I grab one¡¯s attention with a spear-butt jab to the gut. I¡¯m taller and wielding a spear, so I have the reach advantage. It¡¯s an edge I intend to capitalize on. Dura ims two of the Hobs as her opponents. They could hardly hurt her with direct hits, and their booze-addled minds can¡¯t keep up with her battle-hardened footwork. She makes subduing two at once seem easy by grabbing each on the neck and mming their heads together with a ¡®thunk.¡¯ Meanwhile, Gabby is a bit more cautious of her target. She doesn¡¯t have the tier-advantage, but she¡¯s an intelligent fighter facing a drunken buffoon of a Hob. My wife focuses on dodging and observing until she can safely close in for another sleeper hold. It takes me three times as many hits to dismantle my attackerpared to the earlier Goblin. My Hob at least knows to get his club in the way of my spear, blocking several swings, and he¡¯s significantly more durable than a first-tier monster. Still, I don¡¯t need magic to finish things. The three of us leave the group of Hobs unconscious in a heap. *Hobbled the Hobgoblin ¨C One Goblinoid Mark!* I¡¯ve got three Goblinoid Marks to y with¡­ Before I can browse through my tummy tattoo menus, we arrive. The Dire Wolf we¡¯ve been chasing is up against eight Orcs, and she¡¯s losing. Even drunken idiots can figure out they need to surround an agile opponent to catch her. Whenever the Dire Wolf goes in for a bite, the target¡¯s neighbor takes a swing at her, and she¡¯s forced to retreat. The encirclement is slowly closing in as we watch. The Orcs are as I remembered them, tall, bulky with muscle, square-jawed, andrge-tusked, with piggish ears. Some have porcine snouts, while others only have slightly inhuman noses like Dura. They wear loincloths and not much else besides the clubs they carry. I exin my n, ¡°We just have to distract a few, then she can escape. Once we¡¯ve subdued the others with hit-and-run tactics, I¡¯ll attempt a parley.¡± ¡°If she keeps killing Gobbos after that, we need to deal with her before the Treefolk,¡± Gabby replies. I nod. ¡°Dura knock heads.¡± ¡°Good. Let¡¯s go.¡± For a moment, I question our good sense. Eight is a lot of Orcs. ¡°Alex, get their attention.¡± If the little shortstack next to me is confident, how can I quail? Wolf Rush! I dart forward, spear de extended, and rake a red line across four backs. The damage is insignificant to the seven-foot-tall, heavily muscled Orcs, but they all yell out in pain and turn to face me. I retreat toward myrades with some trepidation. While I could outrun the brutes in a pinch, I doubt mypanions have the same speed and stamina, and I¡¯m not leaving them behind. ¡°Hold your breaths!¡± Gabby intercepts the charging Orcs as I leapfrog over her head. She grabs a fistful of something powdery from a pouch and takes a stand. Covering her eyes with a sleeve at thest moment, she flings the payload in a wide arc. ¡°Pepper Spray!¡± The spicy barrage hits the four Orcs directly in their bloodshot eyes and open mouths. They fall to their knees coughing, sneezing, hacking, and vomiting on themselves. Dura steps around her broodsister to deliver a blunt coup de grace to an Orcish temple. Then I¡¯m off, speeding for the other melee. Now the Dire Wolf is circling the remaining four Orcs, nipping at their heels, searching for a weak spot. I lunge for the closest Orc with my spear butt and shout, ¡°Don¡¯t kill them! Subdue!¡± Wolf Rush! Kidney shot, followed by a sweeping strike to the thigh. My target cries in pain but doesn¡¯t fall. I learned from Dura that Orcs are much tougher than Hobs. The Dire Wolf springs at the distracted Orc¡¯s other leg with shocking speed. Teeth on calves tug the Orc off-bnce, sending him tumbling to the ground. I follow up with a crushing overhead blow to the fallen Orc¡¯s face. I try to avoid a strike that might force bone shards into the poor bloke¡¯s brain, but this is ultimately a life-or-death struggle and I need him to stay down. Nice, wolf girl is at least somewhat listening to me! Before the other Orcs can round on me, I use Earth Magic to make the lead brute stumble and trip the ones behind him. The Dire Wolf takes this as an opportunity to snatch an Orc away from his allies, bash him on the ground, and choke him unconscious with a paw to the throat. ¡­Hot? Wow, I may need to question my personal kinks. Two Orcs regain their footing and charge me. I lead them on a merry chase, skipping backward, turning on my heels, and Wolf Rushing away. Dura¡¯s Orcish opponents are back on their feet (still sneezing) at three left, then fighting through teary eyes when they¡¯re down to two. My Orcess ally can¡¯t so easily brain them at that point; she has to evade two club swipes at a time while sneaking ncing blows past their guards. I drag the two Orcs chasing me towards Dura¡¯s two, then bob and weave between her opponents in an attempt to crash the groups together. Even activating Wolf Rush, it¡¯s a tight squeeze through the thick of flying limbs and clubs. Something hits my head, and I take a tumble. Reorienting myself from where I¡¯ve fallen prone, I find my n basically worked. My drunken pursuers barreled into theirrades without a thought in a tangle of Orcish bodies. Dura and the Dire Wolf are able to non-lethally dispatch our foes without taking further damage because of my moronic move. ¡°Reckless idiot,¡± Gabby scolds me with concern in her voice. Then she pats her pockets with a displeased frown. ¡°I¡¯ve only got one Pepper Spray left to cover your next ridiculous stunt.¡± ¡°It¡­ worked¡­ didn¡¯t it?¡± *Huff, puff,* ¡°Whew, that was close.¡± I clutch my head. It aches a bit after that blow, but my crab armor protected me from the worst. Doing so many Wolf Rushes in close session also drained my stamina. I need a minute to recover before I can stand without throwing up. ¡°Dura smash?¡± My Orcess lover and the Dire Wolf are eyeing each other in a standoff while growling, hackles and club raised high. I nt my spear in the ground and raise my empty hands in peace as Ie between the two mortal enemies. ¡°We have amon foe!¡± ¡°Alex is right, Dura. The Treefolkes first.¡± Gabby stands at Dura¡¯s side with her ws bared, but advocates for me. After a tense few seconds of staring at the snarling horse-sized wolf, she transforms. Wolf girl is as I remember her: curly grey hair, perky wolf ears, sharp canines, grey furry forearms and legs to the knee like socks and gloves, and a fluffy tail. ¡°So, you¡¯re really not with the tree bastard?¡± she asks, not seeming to expect an answer. Her voice is a husky feminine alto. She¡¯s standing there nude in a fighting pose, not willing to lower her guard yet. She sniffs the air. ¡°You¡¯ve got a human. A woman¡­ and she smells familiar¡­¡± ¡°Alex is my wife!¡± The green shortstack takes a fearless step forward in challenge. ¡°Stinking wolf heard Gabby,¡± Dura seconds her broodsister¡¯s im. The wolf girl snorts at them derisively. I remove my crab armor helmet and meet her eyes. She points at me, w trembling with rage. ¡°It¡¯s you! The human I captured who¡­ anyway, I¡¯ve been sniffing for you all over! I¡¯m taking you back to the Wolf Lord to regain my honor.¡± ¡°Yeah, actually,¡± I begin, speaking before Gabby can argue, ¡°I wanted to apologize for embarrassing you before but never got the chance.¡± ¡°Embarr¡¯s?¡± Dura looks at me quizzically. ¡°Oh, um, she was supposed to dominate me in front of the Wolf Lord, but I identally made her cum so hard she fell on her ass, and everyoneughed. I still feel really bad about it¡­¡± ¡°SHUT UP!¡± Wolf girl shouts at me. ¡°I¡¯m going to fuck you so hard when we get back to Kennel Hills, you¡¯ll be screaming my name to the whole pack!¡± ¡°And¡­ what¡¯s your name?¡± I ask, all innocent curiosity. Her face turns red with fury and mortification. ¡°I-It¡¯s Suka! Remember it!¡± ¡°I like your name. It¡¯s almost as pretty as you.¡± I¡¯m not lying, Suka is 100% in my strike zone. Fit with womanly hips. Her breasts are slender, though not small; enough to spill over my hands if I were to cup them. Suka¡¯shers are shrouded with grey hair, obscuring her sex like a tantalizing curtain. ¡°Eh!?!¡± Suka takes an involuntary step back, unable to reconcile mypliment with how she¡¯s supposed to act around prey. ¡°A-anyway, I¡¯m taking you with me!¡± She regains her momentum mid-sentence. ¡°Over my dead body,¡± Gabby says, growling, though she looks like a small dog trying to intimidate a wolf. I¡¯m always surprised by her self-confidence. Iy my hand on my wife¡¯s shoulder, ¡°Let me fight for myself this time.¡± Gabby reluctantly nods, recalling this is the actual purpose I set out for this morning. ¡°Fine, then. One-on-one, the winner makes the loser her bitch.¡± ¡°Great!¡± I couldn¡¯t have picked better conditions myself. I want nothing more than a chance to Tame her without interference. Having Gabby and Dura assist me would muddy the waters, diluting the impact of a victory. Ambiguity can only hurt a monster/human rtionship. ¡°G-great?¡± Suka blinks, confused. Her assurance is a bit shaken by my undaunted demeanor. ¡°After we deal with the Treefolk.¡± That puts things back on track. ¡°Right.¡± Suka is all business, now. ¡°After somehow getting control of a bunch of stupid Orcs and Goblins, it and its Pitcher partner started decimating the local prey poption. Kennel Hills is going to starve this winter unless we do something.¡± ¡°Why didn¡¯t you gather your pack?¡± Gabby questions. I have to admit the Wolf Lord would make short work of the problem. I know how scary third-tiers are after seeing the Harpy Matron that one time. The Dire Wolf girl tsks. ¡°If I did that, even more Orcs would be ensorcelled by the time I returned, and more Fuzzies would be dead. The Wolf Lord would massacre them all with the Goblinoids acting even stupider than normal. Then it¡¯d be war.¡± Gabby nods, and picks up the thread, ¡°With our forces weakened, the Ogre Fen would have no choice but to strike immediately, or else risk getting whittled down and wiped outter.¡± ¡°We¡¯d win,¡± Suka says with confidence, ¡°But it wouldn¡¯t be worth the cost.¡± As strange as it was to say, both sides preferred the asional raid and skirmish instead of all-out war. Victory would cripple the winner and open them to the risk of Incursion from a foreign monster camp. Even Orcs and Ogres could intuitively grasp this. ¡°Hmph. Dura fight tree now. Club stink¡¯n wolvester.¡± ¡°It¡¯s settled, then.¡± 28. Twisted Treefolk Part 2 (R-18) 28. Twisted Treefolk Part 2 (R-18) Spoiler Ugly Bastard raping a monster girl, Gore [copse] It¡¯s a surreal moment for me. Having sex with hot monster girls was always a fantasy, but this is a scene from beyond my imaginings. I¡¯m running towards a full-scale battle alongside three monsters as their equal. Sure, only one of them is reasonably ¡®Tamed,¡¯ but I don¡¯t expect us to break ranks and start infighting. We¡¯re united in purpose, ready to take down amon enemy. The four of us finally catch sight of that very enemy as we enter a clearing. Goblinoids run to and fro with captured Fuzzy monsters, including the childlike pygmies. The sad, screaming smallfolk are piled in front of two towering figures. ¡°Twisted Apple Treefolk,¡± Gabby identifies the first immediately. Thirty feet tall at the canopy, it¡¯s a great gnarled tree with a huge humanoid face. He has no leaves, just bare branches bearing those rotten purple apples. His mouth is wide as an oven with jagged wooden teeth, his eyes little red beads glittering with hate. He walks like an octopus on many ambtory roots. An eleven-inch wooden rod stiffens as he sees the prey arranged before him. Two long, skinny arms grab a screaming mouse boy and a bunny girl. The iling bunny gets impaled through the ass on his mast, resulting in arge bulge going almost to her chest. I know she didn¡¯t get enough lube and warmup for that insertion¡­ Then he tosses the poor mouse into his gaping maw. The Twisted nt monster crunches once, silencing his prey as blood gushes onto his dimpled cheeks. Fuck, that¡¯s sick. Half a dozen apples drop as he chews, and another half dozen grow to take their ce. The new apples blur through their normal development, starting green, turning red, then darkening to a rotten, saggy purple. Goblins, Hobs, and Orcs scramble to devour the fallen fruit and maintain their inebriation. Stinking, fermented juices spray everywhere. ¡°Pitcher Treefolk.¡± Beside the Twisted apple tree crawls another gruesome monster. At first, she seems cute enough. She has green skin, green hair, massive tits, and ascivious smile. Vine tendrils catch a bunny boy, not my Cottontail, thankfully, and lift him to her. She flips him upside-down, hanging him by the ankles so his little pecker flops in her face. The green maiden takes him in her mouth and suckles until he cums, then gulps down his cream. Her crotch melds seamlessly into the lid of a ten-foot-tall pitcher that opens when she¡¯s done enjoying him. The bunny boy sshes into the liquid inside and screams a horrific death wail. All we see are desperate fingers scrabbling at the edges of the pitcher until the flesh melts away to reveal bone. The voice goes mercifully quiet as steam rises from the acid-filled pitcher. She covers her mouth politely as she belches in satisfaction. ¡°Okay, yeah, they need to die.¡± Suka and Dura look at me askance as if questioning who I am to decide the fate of two powerful monsters. Gabby doesn¡¯t bat an eye, and I quirk a smile at the realization. ¡°Can you handle a secondary objective?¡± my Goblin wife asks me. I nod, and she motions me to lean down. When I do, she whispers into my ear. I¡¯m a bit shocked, not knowing what she¡¯s about in this case, but I won¡¯t demand answers from my most faithfulpanion. ¡°Got it. Here¡¯s the n¡­¡±
I stride naked towards the Twisted Apple Treefolk, hips swaying. Despite desperately wishing I¡¯d taken Allure as a breeding option when I had the chance, I think this n might work based on the lusty looks I¡¯m getting. ¡°A human?¡± The voice is like the groaning wooden boards of a house in strong wind. The Apple Tree¡¯s beady eyes glitter with greed as he devours me with his gaze. ¡°Bring her to me.¡± Soon I¡¯m surrounded by Goblins, Hobs, and Orcs. I even see who I assume is Igrut attending the Treefolk and recognize him as the Ogre who chased me on my first day as a Tamer. I wasted one of my Julia or Jenny Lures on that bastard! Of course, I don¡¯t need an escort. I¡¯m walking toward the Treefolk of my own volition, putting all my seduction training to practice. Beforeing, Gabby ¡®revved me engine¡¯ so to speak (though I only have a vague notion of such appliances from books) with some oral. Dura helped by massaging my breasts and pinching my nipples. Suka had to plug her nose so as not to, in her words, ¡®cloud her judgment¡¯ before the battle. With my cunt dripping Lure, and a little of my nectar dabbed behind my ears like perfume, I must be tempting indeed to any monster that can see or smell me. The Apple Tree grabs the anally impaled bunny girl¡ªwho long since gave up on screaming and is just quietly crying¡ªand unsheathes her from his rod. Then he flips her about to deepthroat the already abused critter, using her mouth to clean himself. She struggles, but her tiny limbs can¡¯t do anything against therger monster¡¯s strength. I walk past the pile of cowering Fuzzy folk to approach the Apple Tree and kneel before him as if prepared to wait on him hand and foot. ¡°How refreshing to finally meet a human who knows her ce!¡± he says. ¡°Come on, share a little with poor old me?¡± the Pitcher woman pleads. He threatens her with a wed hand. ¡°The human is wasted on you! All I¡¯ll get back is a pile of bones if I let you y with her for more than a minute.¡± ¡°Please, master, I¡¯ve never seen such a big rod before! May I touch it?¡± I have seen bigger, and I¡¯d never service such an awful bastard. I just need to get close. ¡°Heh, heh, heh, yes, you may.¡± The nt man gloats with his eyes as the Pitcher woman pouts. He removes the bunny girl from his wooden cock as she goes limp fromck of air. The length of it is now lubricated with her spit. It is a respectable rod, though; smooth as any dildo, without splinters, and gnarled with knots in interesting ces. If I wasn¡¯t determined to kill this bastard I¡¯d be more than willing to go for a ride. I put one hand on his shaft, leaving the other free to navigate my tummy tattoo menu while I pretend like I¡¯m about to kiss the tip. Almost absently, he lifts the bunny girl to his mouth. She springs to life and squirms in his grip as she realizes his jaws are about to close around her middle. Fuck! I¡¯ve got to hurry¡­ *Goblinoid Marks ¨C Three* Goblin Ears Goblinoid Ears (Apprentice, Hob, Orc) Goblin Gut Goblinoid Gut (Apprentice, Hob, Orc) Goblin Nails Hobgoblin Nails Goblin Stature Hobgoblin Stature Orc Stature Goblin Cock Goblinoid Cock (Hob, Orc) Goblin Apprentice Fast Learner Goblin Apprentice Quick Study Goblin Apprentice Summon Spectacles Summon Club (Hobgoblin, Orc) *Selected Goblin Stature!* *Selected Orc Stature!* Then, a hidden clickable option appears on the Stature branch. *Selected Orc Strength!* My risk pays off in spades as I swell in size. The Twisted Treefolk no longer look insurmountable as I grip the Apple Tree¡¯s cock in both hands. ¡°Rip off his dick!¡± Gabby shouts from the distance. I twist even as he bites down on the bunny girl. I hear a snap, a scream, and an earth-shaking howl of rage as the wooden member breaks loose in my grip. While his mouth is gaping wide, I reach inside and snatch the bunny girl from the jaws of death. I turn to the cowering Fuzzy folk and scream, ¡°Scatter!¡± at the top of my lungs. Wolf Rush! Sprinting away through the ensuing chaos, I duck and weave through a forest of grasping hands as Goblinoids try to stop me or at least slow me down. Half-drunk Goblins, Hobs, and Orcs are running everywhere, trying to recapture the fleeing Fuzzies, mice, and bunnies. Meanwhile, even as I escape, Dura and Suka in her war form are charging into the confused melee. I spot Gabby and run to her side (damn, she¡¯s tiny), but even my human ears can hear the pounding footsteps behind me. The little green shortstack reaches into a pouch, and I know to hold my breath. ¡°Pepper Spray!¡± Turning, I see five Orcs all coughing, sneezing, and crying. Shit, that¡¯s a lot to deal with! ¡°That was yourst Pepper Spray, right? I hope this was worth it.¡± And after she said she¡¯d use it to cover my next shenanigan, she goes and asks something this ridiculous of me! I drop the severed Treefolk cock, which wriggles in my grip as if alive, at her feet. ¡°Oh, it is.¡± Gabby rips a fistful of hair from her head and bites her arm bloody. I¡¯m shocked to see the sudden self-harm from my seemingly mentally stable wife, to say the least. Then the Goblin Apprentice soaks her hair in the crimson flow before wrapping the mess around the splintered remains of the twisted member¡¯s base. Her cupped hand catches a trickle of blood she uses to thoroughly coat the shaft. ¡°Bound and bonded by blood, you belong to me, now.¡± I shiver at her dark tone and darker words. The severed member stiffens as if electrocuted. Her Goblin blood soaks into the wood like varnish. Then, before our eyes, the shaft turns green. Not a spring green, but a green perhaps a single shade closer to wood-brown than Goblin skin. Gabby grips it at the base and points. It no longer struggles in her grip. ¡°This is an Apprentice¡¯s Rod.¡± My wife finishes not a moment too soon because all five Orcs have nearly recovered. I spare a nce at the bunny girl and try not to vomit. She¡¯s breathing, but her guts are on the wrong side of her skin. ¡°Can you do anything for her?¡± I ask, not hoping for much. ¡°She has a few minutes before she bleeds out. Kill the Treefolk, and I¡¯ll do all I can.¡± It¡¯ll have to be enough. The first Orc charges me. Ordinarily, I¡¯d be terrified. Seven feet of muscle barreling towards me should send me scurrying. But¡­ I¡¯m seven feet tall now, too. I¡¯m looking at the monster eye-to-eye, though he¡¯s too stupid and drunk to realize it. With a flex of will, I summon my red crab armor to d myself in spiky crimson chitin. I cock back a gauntleted fist and punch him square in the jaw, snapping a tusk in two. I¡¯ve been watching Dura fight all this time with Fast Learner equipped. I don¡¯t let a second of that knowledge go to waste as I equip my spear. Flipping to use the butt end, I dodge the next Orc¡¯s club and swing with all my strength. I break the shaft to splinters against the Orc¡¯s side, feeling his ribs crack on impact. As the second Orc copses, numbers three through five nk me. I can¡¯t run while protecting Gabby and a wounded bunny girl. Fast Learner earns its mark three times over as I calmly analyze the attacks three Orcs level against me. I dodge the first club with a side-step, use Earth Magic to trip the next Orc so his blow swings wide, and punch him in the head so he stays down. Bracing for impact, I wait for thest Orc¡¯s club to hit me. It doesn¡¯t. The fifth Orc sprawls sideways as the ground beneath him moves. I look over my shoulder to see Gabby waving her new magic rod while watching me. She used Fast Learner to imitate my spell! She probably recorded to memory all the magic I used in her presence for this moment. Suddenly, I like our chances. 29. Twisted Treefolk Part 3 29. Twisted Treefolk Part 3 Gabby and I press forward step by step, subduing the Goblinoids that get in our way. The little green shortstack at my side can handle Goblins and Hobs with a careful application of Earth Magic and chokeholds while I focus on any Orcs wee across. My wife¡¯s new Apprentice¡¯s Rod doubles as a staff on her short stature and triples as a club when she swings it at a dumb Goblin¡¯s cranium. Looking ahead, I see what Suka and Dura have been up to. The Orcess dutifully found Igrut and decided to upy him. After seeing how she fought two and three Orcs at a time before, I almost discounted the threat an Ogre posed. However, even though he¡¯s inebriated with Twisted apples and there isn¡¯t a tier-differential between them, the power gap on disy is shockingly apparent. Igrut is a full three feet taller than Dura, with the apanying increases in mass, reach, and strength. Proportionally, this is like a five-foot-tall woman picking a fight with a seven-foot-tall drunkard. There¡¯s basically nothing she can do to him, and he only needs tond one blow to turn the tables. My warrior lover circles the brute, menacing her club without daring to close for a strike. All the while, Igrut is swinging his club at her with impunity over and over, not fearing any reprisal. She needs an opening. Meanwhile, it takes all the Dire Wolf girl¡¯s efforts to keep other Goblinoids away from the duel. She sprints back and forth, around and about, nipping at Orcs, shoulder-checking Hobs, and bodying any Goblins who dare cross her path. The Twisted Apple Treefolk and Pitcher woman seem annoyed, butrgely unconcerned with the battle. They¡¯re more focused on catching and eating as many fleeing Fuzzy folk as possible. The Twisted Apple appears to have regenerated his crotch, though he¡¯s sporting a micropenis at the moment until the full log has a chance to regrow. Time to swing things in our favor! I see Gabby turn her attention to Dura, so I face the Treefolk. I summon a spear with a thought and throw it at the twisted bastard. ¡°Sorry I took your twig! Here, I¡¯ll lend you a prick!¡± My spear thunks into his nose as he hears my words and turns toy his beady eyes on me. Too bad I didn¡¯t hit him somewhere vital. Fast Learner or no, I¡¯m not a crack shot. ¡°Gah! It¡¯s the bitch that took my cock!¡± He rips the spear from his face, showing little damage, and crushes it with his fist. Good, he recognizes me in the armor. From the corner of my eye, I see Igrut stumble as the ground beneath his foot shifts. Great job, Gabby! Dura lunges forward to deliver a solid thwack to his ear. The cauliflower lump of flesh bleeds, and he howls in pain, but the Ogre doesn¡¯t go down. The Apple Tree sees this too, and frowns. He waves a hand, returning the favor by tripping Dura this time. She catches herself once, but he repeats the gesture two more times until the Orcess slips again and falls prone. Igrut is above her with a terrible metal-studded club hoisted high overhead, ready to end her life before she can rise. I lift my hand to intervene, but the grass around me is suddenly up to my shoulders and tying knots around my limbs! A nce reveals I¡¯m being targeted by the Pitcher woman. Her green magic is holding me in ce as she advances on me. If I don¡¯t save my own skin, I¡¯ll be taking an acid bath soon! Another nce shows Gabby frantically waving her Rod in Dura¡¯s direction to no effect. The Twisted Treefolk¡¯sughter reveals he is counterspelling her Earth Magic with his own. He¡¯s content to let the scene between Dura and Igrut y out. Fuck, even with my newfound strength and magic, I can¡¯t save her in time! Then Suka bite-tackles the Ogre,tching onto his shoulder and throwing him off-bnce so his blow hits the ground in a plume of dust. Dura is on her feet in another instant to deliver a second clubbing to his arm. He shrugs off the hit as he twists to fling Suka away. Dura is doing damage, yes, but even with all her strength, the Ogre is just too durable. I refocus my attention on freeing myself. Tugging with all my strength lets me rip an arm free of the grassy tethers. That allows me to use Earth Magic to loosen the soil around me, making it easy to pull up the green bondage like weeds. Staggering away from my short-lived leafy prison, I turn to face the Pitcher woman as I backpedal away from the terrifying Treefolk. Her expression is a melting pot of lust, hunger, and sadism as her vines drag her forward. I summon another spear to throw and somehow get lucky. It¡¯s a perfect shot that pierces her right through the neck! Her nymphlike top half goes limp, slumping backward with her arms syed, bleeding gouts of sap. I actually did it! I stop congratting myself as two beady eyes open on the pitcher itself, and it roars at me in fury. A dozen vines fly my way as I continue my retreat. My next summoned spear shes and shes, cutting and jabbing at the treacherous green tentacles while my feet carry me out of range. Looking over at mypanions, I gasp in dismay. Gabby is locked in a magical duel of counter spells with the Twisted tree bastard. Suka rises from where she fell to rejoin the battle, but the time it took her to do so costs Dura. A half-dozen Hobs and Goblins mob the Orcess in a dogpile that weighs her down. That may as well be a death sentence when facing an Ogre. Igrut winds back his club and delivers an uppercut blow that sends Dura and her mob flying. Now, we¡¯re fucked. At least Suka can keep the Ogre and Goblinoid rabble busy with her wolf speed. The Twisted Apple Tree soon realizes he doesn¡¯t need to block Gabby¡¯s Earth Magic anymore. He plucks rotten poison apples from his branches and starts throwing them at her. Gabby, in turn, uses Fast Learner to predict the arcs of the slow projectiles and dodges admirably. I still have to deal with the Pitcher Treefolk. Wolf Rush! With the boost of speed, I can throw a spear every ten steps while maintaining my distance. My throws aim for the pitcher itself this time. The first thrown spear gets stuck in ce. The Pitcher is perhaps 1% more upset than before, but nothing besides that happens. I toss my second spear harder with my full Orcish strength, and that does the trick. My flung dart pierces fully through the Pitcher wall to create a hole for acid to spill forth from. Great, now the monster chasing me is covered in acid as well! Fuck! Getting within grasping range of the Pitcher¡¯s vines is game over for me, and my stamina won¡¯tst long enough to whittle away my pursuer¡¯s life. With no other option, I employ my previous tactic. I run headlong toward the Twisted tree bastard. He sees meing, but I dodge the rotten apples he throws my way, letting them stter all over the rampaging Pitcher nt. Gabby starts using Earth Magic on the Ogre and Goblinoids, but it¡¯s not enough to let Suka finish things quickly. We¡¯re running out of time. I can¡¯t escape the Twisted Treefolk forever, and more Goblinoids are returning from chasing the scattered Fuzzy folk to join the battle every minute. We¡¯ll be overwhelmed. ¡°RAAAH!!!¡± A great battle cry startles everyone as Dura rises to her feet, changed. The near-death experience forced her evolution! I spare a second to appraise the transformation. The biggest change to her face is the recession of her tusks to minor points extending past her lips. I¡¯d expected an Ogress to be mannish or ugly without the rose-tinted sses of my Orc-loving upbringing, but damn. Dura is ten feet of muscles and curves, pale-skinned, with melon-sized breasts. She has boulder-crushing thighs, buns of steel, and shoulders that could lift a horse. That¡¯s a lot of woman! Dura charges Igrut like a Minotaur, barreling past Orcs like they¡¯re nothing, knocking Hobs aside, and threatening to crush any Goblin who doesn¡¯t leap out of the way. She¡¯s bloody and bruised from her previous beating but won¡¯t let that stop her. The two Ogres collide in a tackle that bes a wrestling match as they lock hands. ¡°Suka!¡± Gabby calls the Dire Wolf girl over, surprising both her and myself. I know both of them have a free moment with the Goblinoids distracted and the Apple bastard refocusing on Dura¡¯s duel. Then I¡¯m out of time. Wolf Rush! I push past my mounting weariness to skirt around the Twisted Apple Tree and let the Pitcher nt crash into him. His Earth Magic sabotaging Dura is disrupted, but now both Treefolk are attacking me! Vines, thrown apples, and Earth Magice at me in a barrage. I¡¯m only saved by my experience with Fast Learner, having studied the trajectories of those attacks long enough to predict them. Still, I¡¯m forced to stand my ground while spinning and jabbing with my spear to deflect projectiles and cut apart green tendrils before they grab me. Another minute and I¡¯ll slip up, too exhausted to perform the necessary evasive maneuvers. Before I sumb, I see a light dart toward the Pitcher. It¡¯s Suka, carrying a torch in her mouth! The Dire Wolf girl touches the burning tip to the nt¡¯s side, and fire spreads across the Treefolk¡¯s front as it shrieks in agony. How is this possible? Green nts aren¡¯t dry enough to burn¡­ Is the acid leaking from the Pitcher mmable? No. Suka uses her Dire Wolf Rush to dodge ming vines and a thrown apple, then strikes the Apple bastard¡¯s trunk with the ming brand. His wood smolders a bit, as he¡¯s drier than his Pitcher counterpart, but he quickly pats out the fire before it can spread. So, it was something else on the Pitcher nt? I look at Gabby, and my eyes widen to saucers. She¡¯s standing there grinning like an evil genius, with good reason. I see the rotten fruit surrounding her, the fallen Hob wooden clubs, her spectacles glinting with captured sunlight clutched in a raised fist, and everything clicks. The fermented fruit is far boozier than I¡¯d suspected! Gabby must have realized that when she licked the apple core. (The apples had to be extremely boozy to inebriate even a Goblinoid¡¯s iron stomach!) She smeared the sodden alcoholic mess over one of the clubs to start it burning, and then all she needed was a spark from her sses to focus sunlight! The little Goblin mastermind had called Suka over to equip her with the burning weapon. The apples I¡¯d dodged on my run toward the Twisted Tree hit the Pitcher and covered the nt with mmable liquid. That made our next course of action clear. ¡°Hit him with the apples!¡± I shout, then proceed to follow my own advice. I leap high into the air with Harpy Lightweight and bat one of the dangling rotten apples with the butt of my spear like an ancient human pinata. The fermented fruit explodes in an arc of juices that stters over the Twisted bastard¡¯s front. Then Suka darts back in to finally ignite the Apple bastard! An arc of me burns on his front like a legendary sword sh. He screams in pain but starts patting out the fire. I don¡¯t give him a chance; instead, I jump again, targeting another apple, and smash the rotten fruit onto his face this time! The juices ignite once again, causing further congration. The Pitcher nt isn¡¯t done, though. The second Treefolk lumbers forward, awash with me, and blindlyshes out at everything around it. ming vinese for Suka and me, but tangle in the Apple bastard¡¯s branches as well. ¡°Get the fuck off me, stupid cunt!¡± he shouts while desperately trying to smother the fires and disentangle himself. Instead, the Pitcher nt drags in everything it can catch hold of, tightening its grip, and embracing its victims in mutual me. I bat aside the burning vines targeting me while Suka dodges away. Seeing an opportunity as I backpedal, I throw my spear. The projectile hits the Pitcher at an angle, shing a line in its side instead of puncturing a hole. When the Pitcher nt thrashes in ming anguish, it further tears the slice until a waterfall of acid spills forth. ¡°FUUUCK!!!¡± The acid spills directly onto the Twisted Apple bastard and even pours into his mouth as the two Treefolk are bound ever tighter together by ming vines. Steam rises from him as he ws at his melting face. It barely matters, as the branches above have caught me, causing the rotten apples to explode and cover everything nearby in burning alcohol. *Roasted the Twisted Apple Treefolk ¨C Two Forest Marks!* *Barbequed the Pitcher Treefolk ¨C One Forest Mark!* Suka and I retreat from the exploding fruit and survey the battlefield. The Fuzzy folk have all left, the Goblinoids are staring at the bonfire dumbly, and Gabby is proudly watching the conclusion of the Ogre duel without interfering. Dura has her arms around Igrut from behind. She lifts him as we watch to m the Ogre in a spectacr suplex. Rising to her feet, the battered and bloodied Ogress raises her hands in victory when her opponent fails to stand. ¡°Dura win!!!¡± 30. Flou 30. Flou Wait, I forgot the bunny girl! I run from the Treefolk bonfire and the center of the battlefield to the outskirts where we left the wounded bunny. Gabby is hot on my heels despite her short stature as I¡¯m thoroughly beat from all the Wolf Rushes I haven¡¯t had a chance to recover from. Dura follows us at a greater distance. The fear she¡¯s been trampled by the escaping Fuzzy folk or pursuant Goblinoids stirs within me, but I find her before long. There¡¯s been no miraculous recovery. At first, I assume I¡¯ve found a corpse, but my need to be absolutely sure has me checking her heartbeat anyway. She¡¯s cold, and still, but has a faint pulse. ¡°Not much time left,¡± Gabby states matter-of-factly. ¡°Can¡¯t you do anything?¡± I don¡¯t even know the bunny¡¯s name, but I really don¡¯t want her to die. Maybe I¡¯m just imagining Cottontail in the same situation¡­ ¡°An Apprentice can only copy the magic she¡¯s seen.¡± Gabby waves her Rod over a patch of grass, causing it to rapidly grow to five times its height in seconds. She must¡¯ve learned that from the Pitcher nt! ¡°But, you have your herbs?¡± I motion to her bandolier of pouches. ¡°Alex¡­ If I were an Herbalist, maybe I could infuse a poultice with enough magic to save her. An Apprentice can only identify an herb¡¯s uses and preserve its potency.¡± That line of thinking excites me. ¡°We fulfilled the requirements, though! You helped kill two second-tier nt monsters. Shouldn¡¯t you be evolving soon?¡± Gabby shakes her head. ¡°You¡¯re forgetting I need Mandragora nectar. It¡¯s a critical requirement.¡± My hopes are brutally dashed, but I don¡¯t give up. ¡°You can sew her up, though?¡± The little green shortstack shrugs. ¡°Won¡¯t do much good. She¡¯s lost too much blood. It was either save the bunny after you rescued her or go help Dura defeat the Treefolk. Alex, I¡¯m sorry.¡± I¡¯m only a little mad. I¡¯d have made the same decision regardless. I couldn¡¯t save all the Fuzzy Folk the Treefolk killed. This was just one more bunnypared to (at the time) going after Dura and Suka to make sure they were okay. ¡°I¡¯d look for a dick to get pregnant by, but I didn¡¯t see any healing options among my Breeder marks. I probably need to go back to Town and fuck a Taurine Milker to get that kind of magic.¡± Gabby nods her agreement with my assessment, pauses, and looks at my tummy tattoo. ¡°Anything from the Treefolk?¡± It¡¯s worth checking. *Forest Marks ¨C Three* Mandragora Photosynthesis Pitcher Treefolk Photosynthesis Twisted Treefolk Twisted Apple Twisted Treefolk Roots Pitcher Treefolk Vines Mandragora nt Growth Magic Pitcher Treefolk nt Growth Magic Twisted Treefolk Bark Skin Twisted Treefolk Earth Magic Twisted Treefolk Cock Pitcher Treefolk Stomach Acid ¡°Nothing useful.¡± I sigh. The mark system seems fairly amodating this time in letting me see all the options hidden behind Photosynthesis. Maybe it¡¯s because I saw all those skills in action? Gabby studies the tattoo menu I¡¯d brought up. ¡°What happens when you take Earth Magic from two sources?¡± That¡¯s an interesting experiment¡­ ¡°Not the time, honey.¡± I¡¯m still in mourning/wracking my brain for a way to save this bunny on death¡¯s door. ¡°Sorry.¡± We have a moment of silent contemtion before Gabby offers another suggestion. ¡°You have a Pink Slime, right? Those are supposed to have healing magic.¡± I blink. ¡°Gabby, you stupid genius, why didn¡¯t you say so sooner?¡± I scramble through my tummy tattoo menus to find my ¡®status¡¯ screen with my pet list. *Pets* *Dormant Pink Slime Core* *Subjugated Slime Core ¨C One!* ¡°You said it was dormant¡­¡± Gabby defends her earlier silence. Indeed, despite poking and prodding the writing on my tummy tattoo like an ancient human touchscreen, nothing happens. I have no idea how to wake Olindia! After the tenth futile attempt to click on the Pink Slime Core, my finger slips, selecting the Subjugated Slime Core by mistake. My womb stirs as the dark marble embedded in my uterine liner dislodges and is expelled through my secret tunnel. After unsummoning my crab armor to get naked, I push the foreign object through my canal as if giving birth to a tiny baby, catching the Slime Core in the palm of my hand. I hold the core aloft and frown. Recollections resurface. I remember Olindia talking about her experience of being eaten by a Slime. Being eaten¡­ I kneel by the bunny girl, who coughs weakly. Her eyes flutter open and meet mine. ¡°You¡­ you¡¯re the human who saved me.¡± She gives me a fragile, tender smile that breaks my heart. ¡°Except¡­ I¡¯m dying¡­ aren¡¯t I?¡± ¡°Shh,¡± I absently pet her auburn hair while deciding how to handle this. Even after meeting Cottontail, I still marvel at how small and perfectly proportioned the Fuzzy folk are. ¡°I think I have a way to save you, but it¡¯s not guaranteed. And, it might hurt.¡± Sheughs, wincing as the motion jostles her grievous wounds, and says, ¡°What do I have to lose?¡± I take the question seriously. If the Slime Core is already ¡®Subjugated¡¯ then¡­ ¡°You might be bound to me.¡± Her eyes dance with mirth as she looks at me in a different light, her nose twitches as she smells my scent, and her gaze lingers on my lips, ¡°¡­As if that were such a terrible fate.¡± I smile at the unspokenpliment. ¡°What¡¯s your name?¡± ¡°My¡­ my friends call me Flou.¡± ¡°Okay, Flou, swallow this.¡± She obediently opens her mouth, which would be an erotic sight if not for the nearby gore, and I give her the Slime Core. She swallows it whole. Flou immediately grimaces, then gasps, before vomiting blue slime onto herself. The same blue slime pours from her wound, covering the bunny girl from head to toe in seconds. The following minute is extremely graphic and gruesome. Her entire body is dissolved from both outside-in and inside-out, starting with the skin, followed by muscle and organs, until her bones finally crumble. All that¡¯s left is a blue slime of about five gallons in volume. Then the slime loses coherence, spilling onto the ground in a puddle that quickly evaporates. I pluck the Slime Core off the ground and hold it up to the light to investigate. ¡°Did it work?¡± Gabby asks, totally fascinated. I¡¯m reminded her hobby is studying monster evolution. ¡°I can¡¯t tell. Wait¡­¡± I hold the Slime Core to my tunnel entrance and tap Olindia¡¯s Pink Slime icon on my tummy tattoo. As before when near the Misty Grove, a pink slimy tendril emerges from my vaginal opening to grab the core and pull it inside my womb. I recheck my ¡®status¡¯ screen. *Pets* *Dormant Pink Slime Core* *Subjugated Fuzzy Slime Core* ¡°¡­I think it did.¡± 31. Suka 31. Suka ¡°Alex an¡¯ Gabby alright?¡± Dura approaches us with a broad grin as she flips her dreadlocks over a shoulder. She¡¯s obviously in a very good mood after her evolution despite looking like she¡¯s been trampled by a herd of centaurs. My Goblin wife looks at me to assess my current disposition before answering, ¡°We¡¯re doing fine, Dura. Thank you. How are our nsmen?¡± The Ogress chuckles. ¡°Half dem numbskulls cryin¡¯ bout apples still. Other half pack up go home. All gud.¡± I look around, but don¡¯t see our furrypanion anywhere. ¡°Where¡¯s Suka?¡± ¡°Dura saw stinkin¡¯ wolf dive in bonfire. Gud ridd¡¯nce.¡± ¡°What?¡± I can¡¯t believe my ears, but Gabby is already sprinting away. I run after her. ¡°Gabby, where are you going?¡± ¡°Alex, I have to see this! I didn¡¯t even think about it in the moment, but everything makes sense!¡± ¡°What makes sense?¡± We arrive at the bonfire. The two Treefolk are wooden skeletons wreathed in me embracing in the rictus of death over a pit of coals and ash. I search for Suka but can¡¯t find anything more than a pile of cinders. Is she really gone? Why would she¡­ A tremendous crack resounds through the clearing as the wooden skeletons copse in on themselves, sending a great column of sparks and ash into the sky. A grey shape leaps from the rising cloud tond before us. ¡°She¡¯s a Cinderwolf!¡± Gabby squees. Suka¡¯s coat has gone from te grey to bone ash, her hair is longer by a quarter, she¡¯s about half a head taller at the withers, and her eyes are burning coals. The air shimmers around her in a heat haze while the grass smolders around her paws. I imagine the evolution requirements and have to marvel. Probably something like, ¡®Burn two second-tier treefolk alive and bathe in their smoldering embers.¡¯ She must have instinctually known to enter the congration toplete the transformation, but mustering the sheer will to do so¡­ Suka is a badass. ¡°Good, you didn¡¯t run.¡± I¡¯m surprised to hear Suka speak in her wolf form. ¡°That saves me time tracking you down.¡± ¡°Why would I run from such a beautiful beast?¡± I ask. It¡¯s all bravado, though. I know my chances of winning dropped significantlypared to before. While not a third-tier monster, this Cinderwolf is a definite upgrade like Dura going from Orc to Ogre. Still, I like messing with Suka. The Cinderwolf takes a half step back and turns her head to nce at her nks as if to confirm mypliment is deserved. ¡°Ahem,¡± Suka faces my wife, ignoring me for the moment, and speaks in her most ceremonial voice, ¡°Esteemed Gabby, I thank you. I couldn¡¯t have evolved without your spark. Regretfully, I can¡¯t go back on my word and leave your human be. If you wish, you may challenge me to a duel after this one to contest the human¡¯s ownership.¡± ¡°Should Dura smash stink wolf?¡± ¡°No, Dura, stand down. Miss Suka, there¡¯s no need for further violence. I have already resigned myself to be content with the oue of this duel.¡± I understand how Suka epts Gabby¡¯s words but, after yesterday¡¯s conversations, I take this as my wife¡¯s tacit approval for me to take this wolf as a new bitch for my growing harem. The Cinderwolf nods her canine head. ¡°Then I thank you again for being so amicable, for Goblinoids. There¡¯s nothing worse than an honorable duel spoiled by interference.¡± Gabby and I nce at one another in a silent exchange. I tell her with my eyes I don¡¯t need help, and she agrees to abide by my decision. ¡°Ready, human?¡± ¡°One sec.¡± *Selected Mermaid Water Magic!* Thanks, Arie! I summon my crab armor around myself, along with a new spear. ¡°Ready.¡± Suka bites my gauntleted forearm before I have a chance to blink. Her speedpletely floors me. On top of that, her momentum pushes me back until I lose my footing, and Ind supine with the Cinderwolf atop me. Her body heat is scalding even with full-body crustaceous te mail covering every inch of skin. I try to bash her with the spear in my free hand, but it catches me and quickly begins to crumble. Suka¡¯s jaws clench on my forearm, causing the crab armor to crack and splinter in ces. Dropping the spear, I focus my will and conjure a Water Magic jet from my palm. Billowing clouds of steam erupt from the Cinderwolf¡¯s nks, and Suka releases my arm to retreat. Wolf Rush! I stand, turning about until I find the Cinderwolf behind me. I don¡¯t need to run, so keeping Wolf Rush active will be more sustainable, which limits her to a single Rush-tier advantage. Yes, in this state, her speed is almost manageable. When she does her version of Rush, Suka leaves a trail of burning ash on the ground almost like ming tire tracks on an ancient human road. It bes a game of tag. I shoot at her with the water jet; she takes a bite of my calf or shoulder. I¡¯m armored, and I can rece the pieces her strong jaws crack, but I¡¯m cooking in my suit. While I¡¯m only getting a rare blister, the bigger issue is heat exhaustion. Between her body heat, my continual Wolf Rushes, and the stifling confines of the armor, I don¡¯t know how much longer I canst without fainting. Wait¡­ I refocus my will, changing my water production from a single point on my palm to spread across my body. My suit fills with water that squirts through every joint and cools me at the same time. I¡¯m a water-cooled battle machine! I catch a quick drink to rehydrate myself, then concentrate on the flow to prevent myself from drowning in the suit. Suka discovers the trap I¡¯veid for her the next time she goes for a bite on my blindside. Her jaws crack the armor, only to have pressurized water shoot through the new gaps into her mouth! Wolf jaws billow steam as she retreats from me again. This is no longer a question of whether I¡¯m going to lose. I¡¯ve fully turtled myself to the point Suka can¡¯t get through my defenses. The question now is whether I can win! I crouch down to cover my belly on all sides while I remove the te over my tattoos to make an adjustment. *Selected Twisted Treefolk Earth Magic!* Time for a little experiment! Using two types of magic at once is a bit like patting one¡¯s head while rubbing one¡¯s stomach. It takes a minute to get used to, and then it isn¡¯t so hard. Combining two sources of the same magic on the other hand is a bit strange. The simrities somehow make the differences more visible. I can sense how the Mole-man Earth Magic¡¯s perspective is radically different from the Treefolk¡¯s. One burrows in the ground, while the other stands atop with roots extending downward. Merging the two feels like slotting puzzle pieces together; it¡¯s hard to see how theye together at first before discovering how well they fit into ce. The result is Earth Magic I can activate faster and use to moverger volumes of dirt. Suka has resorted to biting me anyway despite causing herself as much, if not more pain when she¡¯s inevitably sshed. The next time she retreats spitting steam, I aim for the patch of ground shends on. I¡¯ve been studying her patterns with Fast Learner, allowing me an extra split-second to anticipate her movement. The ground shifts and the Cinderwolf falls prone. I take the opportunity to douse her with as much water as possible jetting from both hands. Steam rises in a great cloud until it suddenly ceases. I let the fog clear so I can see Suka¡¯s state. The Cinderwolf leaps from the dissipating steam, jaws wide, going for my throat. I barely get a spear summoned with the shaft held between my hands. Suka¡¯s teeth mp onto the wood and shatter it to splinters. I punch her in the head, sending her sprawling. Suka is soaked like a wet dog, but she still has the size and strength exceeding that of a normal Dire Wolf. The two of us go at it, exchanging bites and fists in a rapid exchange. I summon another spear to whap her nks, jab her side with the butt, and bonk her on the head. She still has a speed advantage, but I¡¯m closing the gap the more familiar I be with her moves using Fast Learner. We both look miserable. I¡¯m feeling the burden of all the Wolf Rushes I¡¯ve used. Suka, on the other hand, is heating herself back up with each Cinderwolf Rush, causing steam to begin rising from her soaked fur. I can¡¯t let this continue. The next time Suka lunges for me, I open my arms and allow her to bite my neck te. I fall, rolling to put her beneath me and unload with my fists. Her powerful teeth crack the armor protecting my neck, and I feel the pressure on my throat, but I keep pummeling. I have an Orc¡¯s body, an Orc¡¯s strength, and chitinous armored gauntlets. My blows would crush a lesser monster outright. Laying into Suka¡¯s unprotected stomach while her ws fruitlessly scratch at my te mail has a cumtive, inevitable result. I barely stop my fist in time as Suka shrinks below me into a vulnerable wolf girl with her tail tucked between her legs. Rolling off her, Ind supine, arms and legs syed wide. I unsummon my crab armor and justy there gasping. *Tamed the Cinderwolf ¨C One Canine Mark!* Suka rises to her knees before bowing to me dogeza style. ¡°You win, I¡¯m your bitch.¡± 32. Let’s Go Home 32. Let¡¯s Go Home ¡°You keep¡¯n that?¡± Dura asks me, pointing to the naked wolf girl prostrating herself at my feet. Suka snarls viciously at Dura¡¯s implication, radiating heat. The Cinderwolf in girl form has bone ash hair and fur, otherwise looking simr to her previous evolution, except for her new grey ash eyes with flecks of burning red embers. ¡°I¡¯ll have you know, Dura, that I¡¯m extremely pleased with mytest acquisition.¡± It wasn¡¯t the fight I signed up for, and the duel was a lot tougher than I expected, but the reward was everything I wanted and more. Suka has basically offered herself to me body and soul, so there¡¯s no question whether I¡¯m taking her home. Dura¡¯s eyes switch over to Gabby. I guess, in Dura¡¯s mind, Gabby wears the ¡®pants¡¯ in our rtionship. ¡°As I said, I¡¯ve already resigned myself to this oue.¡± The little green shortstack approaches Suka, the two of them at eye level with the Cinderwolf kneeling, and she strokes the wolf girl¡¯s hair. Suka even leans into the gentle head pats. ¡°Alex will continue pursuing other monsters; it¡¯s the very nature of her magic. If I want to be her wife, I need to ept a few additions to the household. Every couple needs a pet¡­ or three.¡± Don¡¯t stop counting, Gabby¡­ I think to myself. ¡°M¡¯kay. Dura go Ogre Fen. See how Dura stack ¡¯gainst Bruke. Nice see Gabby, meet Alex. Come ¡¯morrow, Dura fill promise.¡± She waggles her eyebrows at me. I waggle right back. I¡¯m looking forward to tomorrow. ¡°Wait, Dura,¡± I call as the Ogress turns to leave. ¡°Can you get me through the Ogre Fen? I need to visit the human Town.¡± Sheughs as she walks away. ¡°Alex no get through Ogre Fen, ¡¯less Alex beat Bruke.¡± I frown. Gabby puts a hand on my shoulder. ¡°She¡¯s not defeating Bruke today, but don¡¯t worry about her. Dura can take a beating. If anything, we should be worried she¡¯s thest Ogre he needs to defeat to earn his third-tier evolution.¡± That¡¯s a bucket of cold water down my back. ¡°I thought you needed to beat third-tiers to be a third-tier?¡± ¡°No, you can substitute second-tier monsters to meet your requirements, but the conversion is abysmal. An Ogre needs to defeat Ogres to be an Ogre General, though. Or maybe he¡¯s going for Ogre Patron? Either way, I¡¯m surprised Bruke hasn¡¯t gotten there already. Maybe I should be more surprised the Wolf Lord hasn¡¯t dered war to stop him yet? Hmm, I suppose we have firsthand knowledge of how easily a region can erupt into war after today.¡± Damn, even after getting stronger, I feel like I¡¯m a long way from being able to protect my hometown. ¡°Ready to go home?¡± Gabby reads my soured mood and suggests we retire for the day despite it being early afternoon. ¡°Yeah.¡± I admit I¡¯m more than a little wrung out after everything that¡¯s happened. A quiet evening sounds nice. We orient ourselves byndmark and head in the hut¡¯s direction. As Gabby and I stride forward, Suka slinks far behind us with her tail between her legs. I motion for my Goblin wife to hold up while I deal with this. I double back to stand before the Cinderwolf girl as she cringes away; unwilling or unable to retreat as if I¡¯d leashed her. I frown. ¡°How¡­ are you doing?¡± She eyes me suspiciously through her bangs. ¡°I have Mistress¡¯s permission to speak my mind?¡± ¡°Yes, always, and call me ¡®Alex.¡¯¡± ¡°Alex¡­¡± Suka shifts from one paw to another. I see her hands are quite human despite being fur-covered. ¡°I was humiliated in front of my pack, then elevated to a prestigious evolution before being further disgraced by bing a human¡¯s bitch. Today has been a lot.¡± I decide to turn her viewpoint around. ¡°I did apologize for that time when we met, your evolution is incredible, and I have a solution for the third thing: Being my bitch won''t be humiliating once I defeat the Wolf Lord.¡± ¡°You, beat him? Don''t make meugh.¡± ¡°Look at where I was when we metpared to now and say that again,¡± I challenge. She concedes the point. ¡°My magic awards power for feats and conquests.¡± The titles my magic confers to me appear to be vored by the interaction. ''Wolf Lord''s Toy'' is a mark of shame that bes increasingly insufferable by the day. I can''t rece it tomorrow, no, but soon. Maybe this week if I keep getting stronger. ¡°You should be excited! We¡¯re going home to have sex, cuddle, and hang out.¡± I sidle up close to her, allowing Suka to get a whiff of my growing arousal. ¡°I''ll eat your pussy and fuck your brains out before the night is through.¡± Her ears perk up and her tail starts to wag. Suka realizes what she''s doing a secondter and grabs her tail to steady it. ¡°D-don''t misunderstand, human. You may have defeated me in fairbat, but I''ll be watching and waiting for you to show weakness. When I evolve to the third-tier, I''ll be even more powerful than the Wolf Lord. Then I''ll be on top with you as my bitch!¡± ¡°Kinky. I wouldn''t mind a little role-y from time to time.¡± ¡°N-no! I''m serious!¡± I smile. ¡°That''s why you''re so cute.¡± I kiss her on the cheek, making her blush fiercely. Suka is a little less submissive after my teasing. She walks beside Gabby and me with her head held high. Meanwhile, my Goblin wife rolls her eyes at the wolf girl''s posturing. I just smile and lead the way byndmarks. The triumphant stroll home is almost carefree. With these two by my side, I don''t fear any random encounter on Fuzzy Field except a Harpy Matron. Even then, I think we''d be more trouble than we''re worth. When the Hutes into view, an issue I''d not considered rears its head. ¡°Really?¡± Suka says as she folds her arms. The three of us are awkwardly standing outside the ring of wolf''s bane nts around Gabby''s house. Ever the problem solver, the little green shortstack produces a piece of wax from a pocket. ¡°Nose plug?¡± The cinderwolf girl scoffs as if insulted, and a handful of grey hairs across her body glow red like embers scattered through ash. Heat radiates from her skin alongside a hot desert breeze. She strides through the bushes with pride, igniting any leaves that touch her. Soon the smell of soot masks all other scents. I ce a hand on Gabby''s shoulder and whisper, ¡°No worries, I have nt Growth from my Forest marks.¡± She smiles at me with gratitude for my consideration in her yellow gaze. Gabby and I follow Suka''s barren ashy path once the mes die down to dull embers. The wolf girl sniffs us as we approach and wrinkles her nose. ¡°You both stink.¡± No surprise since we walked through a patch of burning wolf''s bane. I turn to Gabby, who raises her brow at my devious expression before I st her with a water jet. The low pressure doesn''t move her, only showering her in enough volume to thoroughly drench the Goblin girl. She res at me while raising her Apprentice Rod. Before I can dodge, she sts me from head to toe with an equal stream of conjured water. While I''m naked and proud like Suka, Gabby''s robes are soaked. At least we''re both clean. ¡°Can you dry us without burning our skin?¡± I ask. Suka grows pensive as if looking inward to divine the answer. Then she takes a deep, deep breath and blows air at us. The ensuing wind is hot and dry and wicks the droplets away. Even our hair is dry in under a minute. ¡°The mutt is surprisingly useful.¡± ¡°And you are shockingly not unpleasant, for a Gobbo.¡± ¡°That''s our word!¡± ¡°Shit, Suka, you can¡¯t just say the ¡®G-word.¡¯ My mom is an Orc, and I''m not allowed to say it!¡± ¡°Your mother¡¯s an Orc?¡± Gabby asks with a raised eyebrow. ¡°I knew I had good taste when I picked you, Alex.¡± Suka looks a bit disconcerted by the revtion, but rallies after leaning in to catch a fresh whiff of me. ¡°Doesn''t matter. You smell human.¡± She turns from me to Gabby and says, ¡°I overstepped.¡± ¡°There, see, it''s all friendly teasing here. Nobody is trying to start a fight, right?¡± They both look away, slightly abashed. I approach to put a hand on Suka¡¯s shoulder, but she retreats. Her heat aura crisps another patch of grass, reminding me she''s dangerous to touch in this state. ¡°Suka, you need to cool off.¡± I spray her with water magic, resulting in an explosive cloud of steam. The Cinderwolf girl howls in protest but doesn''t retreat from her mistress. Gabby does an admirable job of keeping the smug expression off her face. I leave Suka with enough heat to dry herself. Seeing the once-proud wolf''s pout, Iy aforting hand on her head. Rubbing behind her ears elicits a blissful expression and a stomping foot as if she were a dog trying to scratch an itch. I kiss her cheek and hug her. I can''t help but giggle when her soft fur brushes my skin. ¡°I''m going to cuddle you all winter long.¡± Suka turns scarlet as I enter the hut and my monster partners follow me inside. Gabby somehow looks down at the wolf''s inexperience despite being shorter. ¡°It''s a dump,¡± Sukaments upon seeing the Goblin Apprentice''s multitudinous scattered experiment covering every surface except the bed. Gabby tsks. ¡°As you know, getting a good evolution isn''t easy until someone special enters your life. I''ve been trying for months to force my way through to Goblin Alchemist with no luck.¡± ¡°Hmph. Well, no one can use you of being a slouch.¡± That''s what passes for camaraderie here at the moment; though I am grateful they''re getting along this well despite their ns being mortal enemies. I sigh and sit on the bed. Gabby sits next to me and puts her hand on my thigh. Suka sits on my other side and puts her furry hand higher on my thigh, scant inches from my crotch and Mole-man cock. I roll my eyes at the thought of sex being turned into apetition, then reconsider maybe I do want to see them ''fight'' over me. Hmm... My tattoos itch and burn. I feel abdominal pressure as I stand and look down to see what''s going on. Flou''s Slime core is on the move, dislodging from my uterine liner and descending through my not-so-secret passage. Considering Olindia is still dormant, I had no idea Flou would be due so soon! I squeeze out the marble-sized core into my open palm. Flesh-colored slime encases the core as it swells in volume to around three gallons in my arms. I drop it on the floor. It then seems to turn inside-out, revealing a coat of auburn fur. The Fuzzy Slime quivers on the floor as Gabby and Suka show their ws. The Slime rolls forward tentatively, senses my feet, and leaps for my chest. A warm, soft weightnds on me, though mypanions both move to rip the monster away. I raise my arms in the nick of time to stop them. I''d realized the Slime''s quivering were silent sobs. ¡°She''s scared.¡± Cradling a cowering Flou in my arms, I head for the door. ¡°Let me talk to her.¡± ¡°Is it safe to leave her alone with that thing?¡± Suka says. Gabby nods. ¡°It''s supposed to be ''Subjugated,'' for whatever that means.¡± 33. Fuzzy Slime (R-18) 33. Fuzzy Slime (R-18) Spoiler Body Horror, Hurt/Comfort [copse] Outside, I sit in the shaded grass by the well with Flou in myp. I stroke her fur over and over, giving whatfort I can. ¡°Can you hear me, Flou?¡± The Fuzzy Slime bes agitated, frantically wobbling in all directions. ¡°Bob once for yes, twice for no.¡± Flou squishes down before rebounding to her natural, round shape, bobbing once. ¡°You understand me?¡± The Fuzzy Slime wobbles erratically. ¡°Calm down, and stick to bobs.¡± ''Yes.'' I consider her situation. ¡°Olindia had a human shape, but there''s no telling how long it took thatzy girl to gain full control of her slime body.¡± ording to what I recall, she was actually still a victim of her Slime instincts when we met. At least Flou wouldn''t have that problem. ¡°Do you have a mouth?¡± That would be a ce to start. Flou rolled in ce as if searching herself, then bobbed, ''No.'' I poke her with my finger, sinking the digit into her auburn fur. ¡°Does this hurt?¡± ''No.'' I apply more pressure, pushing deeper until the tip pops inside. I feel squishy, wet, fleshy slime around my finger. ¡°I think I just popped your cherry. Ahem, does this help?¡± I retract my finger from her depths. The Slime blows a raspberry through the newly opened orifice. ¡°Good, that sounds promising. Can you make vocal cords and a tongue?¡± It takes several minutes of experimentation before Flou can produce sounds resembling speech. Twice as long before those sounds cease to be vaguely disturbing and approach femininity. ¡°I can talk! Oh, thank goodness, I was so scared when I woke in the dark!¡± ¡°I''m sorry about that. I''d have prepared you better if I knew what to expect. Are you doing well, now?¡± The Fuzzy Slime shook, but not in fear this time. ¡°At least I''m not dead. This shape is starting to depress me, though.¡± ¡°Oh?¡± I heard unshed tears in her voice. ¡°I used to be a sexy bunny girl! Now I''m this blobby mess with no hips, waist, boobs, or ass!¡± ¡°Huh. Part of me thought it''d be freeing not to be the target of every predatory gaze; to not have to deal with a woman''s problems.¡± ¡°Sure, I won''t miss my period, but I love sex! I love the heat of a hungry male''s gaze. That''s gone. Nor can I experience the joys of motherhood. This feels like half a life...¡± I wave my hands to disperse the dark cloud growing overhead. ¡°Don''t be so down. The other Slime I know, Olindia, had a very nice body. We just need to work on yours!¡± Counterintuitively, we start with her ears. Flou shuts her mouth and intes her cheeks as if generating pressure. Two little bumps appear on her head. ¡°How do they look?¡± she asks. "Cute," I say. She wobbles her head. "They''re not flopping..." "Well, they''re short." "..." I guess a former bunny has her pride. Flou continues to grow her ears until they''re as long as noodles. This time, the head wobble has them pping around limply. They hang uselessly when at rest. "Not perky." "Maybe stick to short ears?" The Fuzzy Slime harrumphs at me as if that were out of the question. Yep, a former bunny definitely has her pride. Next, we work on her figure. Legs with no torso look super awkward. Torso with no arms, still weird. After adding the arms¡­ "You look like an ancient human teddy bear." Another grunt of effort produces two lumps on her furry chest. "Okay, a sexy teddy bear." "..." A load more effortter, she almost looks like a bunny girl, but with fur even on her face and torso. ¡°We¡¯re starting to get¡­ have you heard of the uncanny valley?¡± ¡°Where¡¯s that?¡± ¡°Um, how to exin¡­? Your body is sexier now, but the face is a problem.¡± Rather, Flou¡¯sck of face. ¡°Eyes and teeth would help.¡± Her toothless slit of a maw and nk features were beginning to freak me out. ¡°Eyes? Oh, my! I can sense everything a few feet away from my surface; I forgot about eyes after I got used to it! Hold on¡­¡± Slits open in Flou¡¯s face for two lidless bulging eyes to squeeze through like eggs beingid. Naturally, I want to recoil but steel myself for her sake. ¡°Teeth too, obviously.¡± A set of lipless, oversized teeth soon grins up at me. Taken all together, she¡¯s something out of a horror story. ¡°G-great! J-j-just need some eyelids, lips, and maybe make the teeth a bit smaller, yeah?¡± ¡°Okay! But, ah, skin is a bit difficult.¡± Flou¡¯s best attempt at skin is a fleshy slime like raw meat. Somehow, it makes things worse. ¡°We¡¯re so close!¡± I did it! I kept a straight face! Or so I thought. ¡°I¡¯m hideous, aren¡¯t I?¡± ¡°No!¡± She stares me down with those freaky eyes. ¡°¡­Yes.¡± She copses into Slime form and sobs. ¡°I just want to be pretty.¡± ¡°Hey, don¡¯t be like that!¡± I pet her soft fur tofort the little critter. ¡°It¡¯s your first day as a Fuzzy Slime. You can¡¯t expect to control your new body perfectly right away.¡± ¡°B-but, what if this body just can¡¯t make something cute? I¡¯ll be stuck this way forever¡­¡± I hug the Slime girl to my bosom and squeeze Flou tight enough to deform her shape. ¡°That won¡¯t happen! If this ¡®you¡¯ can¡¯t find a shape with this body that makes you happy, I¡¯ll evolve you into something that can!¡± ¡°You¡­ you¡¯d do that for me, Mistress? Even though you don¡¯t owe me anything?¡± The little Slime trembles in my arms like she¡¯s crying, but there are thankfully no eyes to shed tears. ¡°I took responsibility for you when I did this. And I¡¯m just Alex, not Alexandrea or Mistress.¡± ¡°Why did you save me, Alex?¡± ¡°Duh, you were too cute to die!¡± I probably should¡¯ve chosen my words better. The little Slime goes limp in my arms like depressed putty. ¡°I¡¯m not cute anymore, though.¡± I scoff. ¡°There¡¯s more to sex appeal than appearances. No, don¡¯tugh! Remember, the most important sexual organ is the brain. Or, uh, core in your case. Personality is key; I wouldn¡¯t fuck a mean, nasty bitch even if she was hot (unless it¡¯s to teach her a lesson). You, on the other hand, I¡¯d like to get to know. ¡°I realize it¡¯s not your best day to show off how fun and interesting you are. After almost being eaten by a tree, then being dissolved before resurrecting as a Slime, anybody would feel maudlin. I¡¯d have no problem fucking you even without tits, an ass, and perky bunny ears. And, hey, at least your voice is back to sounding like a cute girl!¡± I¡¯m not lying; Flou has been improving her voice the whole time we¡¯ve been talking. She sounds about the same as her original body. ¡°You¡¯d really do that? You¡¯d have sex with a¡­ *sniffle* with a hairy ball of slime like me?¡± ¡°Yep! As long as you moan and scream in pleasure with that voice, I¡¯m into it!¡± Flou finallyughs. It¡¯s a relief to have her finally break out of that dark mood. ¡°Alright, Alex. You¡¯ve been good to me despite the fact I instinctively feel bound to you. You didn¡¯t have to save me or treat me nicely. Maybe there¡¯s some way I can be useful?¡± That¡¯s a productive line of thinking! Yes, what to do with a Fuzzy Slime? ¡°Can you go t?¡± ¡°You want me¡­ t?¡± ¡°Yeah, like a nket.¡± ¡°A-alright, Alex. t.¡± Flou smooshes wide, then strains to stretch herself as far as possible in all directions. She¡¯s surprisingly quick this time with her shapeshifting, but I guess that has to do with the simplicity of the task. I¡¯m holding a ratherrge nket in mere moments. ¡°Wow! Great work, Flou.¡± I press my face against her. ¡°So soft!¡± The nket wraps around my naked form and hugs me in return. ¡°I can feel your skin in exquisite detail. Every inch of you is delicious and enticing in ways I can¡¯t describe. You¡¯re lucky I¡¯m already subjugated, Alex. My Slime instincts are stirring, whispering dark deeds to me.¡± ¡°Oh? Do tell.¡± ¡°No, no. You first. What shape should I take next?¡± ¡°Clothes. I¡¯ve been wandering around naked for days. The armor has been nice, but I¡¯d like some support when I¡¯m not fighting, too.¡± The nket shifts slightly to form a full-length cloak with a toothy sp at the neck. ¡°Nice!¡± ¡°No good,¡± Flou says. ¡°It covers too much. You¡¯re beautiful; show the world!¡± The cloak shrinks to a blouse and shorts connected by a line along my spine, keeping the articles as one continuous piece. ¡°Doesn¡¯t look right. I can¡¯t do colors or fabric textures. What if¡­?¡± My outfit shrinks again to a fur bikini. The top cups my bust, offering full support and giving me cleavage some smallfolk could get lost in. The bottoms are daring, showing plenty of cheek, and proudly disying the bulge of my Mole-man cock. I don¡¯t need a mirror to tell me how great I look. ¡°I love it, Flou! This is amazing!¡± ¡°Y-you really like it¡­ me?¡± The voicees from somewhere on the bikini set. ¡°Yep! Super sexy.¡± I run my hands along my waist, hips, and thighs, brushing Flou as my hands flow. ¡°I¡¯m¡­ sexy?¡± the Fuzzy Slime says. Ah, I¡¯m finally catching on. ¡°Gabby¡¯s eyes are going to pop out of her skull when she sees you! Suka and I haven¡¯t done it yet, but I¡¯ve seen the way she looks at me when she thinks I¡¯m not watching. She¡¯ll be drooling all over you.¡± My bikini shivers, which is a very odd sensation. Then I feel something impossible¡ªtwo tongues circling my nipples as the bikini top contracts, squeezing my breasts. I¡¯m caught off guard, barely able to process the sudden attack on my girls. ¡°Sorry, Alex. I can¡¯t hold back when you tease me with that kind of talk. I need to taste you.¡± A tongue licks my cunt from bottom to top, and my knees knock together. After a wobbly moment, I collect myself enough to peek inside the bikini top. Sure enough, tiny mouths with wagging oral members have manifested on the inside of the garment. Then the furry top jerks from my grip to hug my chest tighter. Two twin tiny sets of teeth join the tongues assaulting my tits. ¡°Flou! This is¡­ ahn!¡± I double over as my groin is suddenly bathed in hot saliva. Dozens of tongues explore my crevices, pry open my ass cheeks, trace the curves of mybia, rub the base of my dick, and probe my rosebud. Diminutive jaws tentatively nibble my lower lips and other sensitive spots. My cock stiffens as my arousal grows, the tip pressing into and deforming the bikini bottom. Then a slit opens where my rod strains the furry fabric. This new toothless maw engulfs my length to the base. ¡°Alex! I can feel you inside me! It feels like we¡¯re fucking!¡± Rabid tongues drill into my pussy and anus inexorably. The mouths on my nipples rotate like spinning tops. I cum from my cunt, drenching my bikini bottoms in pussy juice while my cock dribbles precum. ¡°Humans taste the best! Use me, Alex! Use me like a fuck-toy!¡± I straighten to stand upright and grab my shaft with both hands. Flou swells by the gallon beneath my fingers until I¡¯m gripping a furry melon wrapped around my member. I roll my hips into her, and she squeals in delight. I pull Flou up off my dick, stretching the bikini bottoms, then m her body onto my rod. ¡°Fuck, yes! Screw my brains out, Alex!¡± I hump the Fuzzy Slime¡¯s main body as Flou¡¯s many mouths lick and nip my delicates. Her slick Slime interior feels like a deep, wet pussy on my rod. My hands blur as I pound and thrust into Flou far faster than possible with a woman of my size. The relentless rapid movements melt the Fuzzy Slime¡¯s mind, reducing her to inarticte grunts and moans in time with each impact. ¡°I¡¯m cumming!¡± I announce, driving Flou home onto my cock a final time as I release into her. My Seminal Control fills the Slime girl with inhuman amounts of cream. The ejacte intes Flou like a water balloon strapped to my front. *Converted the Fuzzy Slime ¨C One Slime Mark!* ¡®Converted?¡¯ Is that because I purposefully changed Flou¡¯s species to save her life? Meanwhile, Flou¡¯s mouths on my breasts begin to suck with feverish desperation. In the heat of the moment, I don¡¯t restrain myself, letting milk flow until the top bulges with liquid. When the weight bes too much, my fur bikini slips free to plop onto the ground. Flou struggles to pull herself together into a distended furry lump with long, floppy ears. ¡°So¡­ full.¡± Laughing, I scoop the Fuzzy Slime into my arms. ¡°Feeling better?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± she says afterposing herself post-orgasm. ¡°This body definitely has some pleasant advantages. Having someone who thinks I¡¯m sexy despite my limitations has lifted a burden from my mind. That is, if you¡¯re willing to wear me full-time, Alex?¡± ¡°Please! You¡¯re doing me a huge service! I can¡¯t imagine returning to Town naked except for my crab armor. I¡¯m learning to explore my exhibitionist side, but that¡¯d be more than a little embarrassing.¡± ¡°I¡¯m d. *Hic!*¡± Flou hups as she seems to digest my fluids in an instant, shrinking to her normal size. Then she visibly grows by a gallon in volume. ¡°Did you just get bigger?¡± I ask. ¡°Y-yes? Yes, I did.¡± The Fuzzy Slime pauses to do some internal self-analysis. ¡°Your fluids are highly nutritious, especially your semen. This body¡­ I can incorporate those calories to expand my maximum volume! I don¡¯t know how big I can get¡ª¡± ¡°¡ªBut probably bigger than a first-tier Slime,¡± I finish with a smile. ¡°I¡¯m looking forward to finding out what interesting shapes you can take when you¡¯re as big as me!¡± ¡°Me¡­ too¡­¡± Flou says between yawns. She sounds tired. ¡°Let¡¯s go inside.¡± 34. Getting Wood Part 1 (R-18) 34. Getting Wood Part 1 (R-18) I carry Flou the Fuzzy Slime into the Hut and shut the door behind me. The auburn-haired critter is asleep by the time I nestle her between the feather pillows on the straw mattress. ¡°Had fun?¡± Gabby asks from her chair at the table while rubbing oil into her new Apprentice Rod with a cloth. I grin and nod. Suka is sprawled on the bed with an arm over her eyes. ¡°She¡¯d rather fuck a Slime than me¡­¡± ¡°No!¡± I hop on the bed to straddle my Cinderwolf girlfriend and stare through her arm into her eyes. ¡°Flou needed emotional support. I knew you were mature enough to wait your turn while I dealt with someone in need.¡± I knew no such thing, but thepliment dares her to prove me wrong. Instead, Suka removes the arm covering her face, meets my gaze, blushes, and turns her head aside. ¡°D-don¡¯t think I forgot all the promises you made on our way here!¡± I lean down, hovering inches above Suka, the nipples on my dangling breasts brushing her skin, and whisper in her ear, ¡°No worries, I¡¯ll never leave you unsatisfied.¡± Crawling my way lower, I kneel between Suka¡¯s legs and spread her thighs to bare her sex. She gasps and watches my movements through heavy-lidded eyes. Her wolf tail wags beneath her, unconsciously betraying her excitement, and her substantial muff is damp with arousal. My fingers tease her, tracing her skin from knee to waist. One hand rubs her belly while the other clears a path through her moist forest. Suka kicks a foot rhythmically to the belly rubs, and her tail wags even faster as her eyes roll back. ¡°I knew you were a good girl, deep down.¡± Her pussy is surprisinglydylike under the ashy fuzz. A clean slit with a few slightbial protrusions, all dripping wet with feminine juices. I bring my face in close to smell her, having not had a chance to appreciate my first monster girl originally. ¡°That¡¯s right, you were my first.¡± ¡°Your first?¡± Gabby says from her chair. She¡¯s given up on chores, disrobed, and started schlicking herself while watching me y with my new pet. ¡°Suka¡¯s was the first pussy I got a chance to practice my oral technique training on. The circumstances were less than ideal considering my capture, but I think we both enjoyed ourselves.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve never been so humiliated in all my life!¡± Suka objects, but her cunt gushes liquid love as she momentarily relives the incident. My eyes glint with mischief. ¡°I won¡¯t keep apologizing for the same thing. In fact, I think my new bitch needs a little lesson on who is in charge around here.¡± Rethinking my n on the fly, I grab Suka and throw her over myp so she¡¯s facing Gabby. This gives the Cinderwolf a clear view of the green snatch that¡¯s sopping wet to see her get fucked and the sharp-toothed grinning Goblin who owns it. As I thought, Suka tries to avoid meeting Gabby¡¯s gaze, but her pussy quivers with excitement at the prospect of being taken in view of my other lover. One finger probing Suka¡¯s slit has the wolf girl whimpering. Her cunt is warm like a hot tub, and I can¡¯t wait to shove my cock inside, but I can be patient. My finger pushes inside her honey tunnel, delving into her volcanic cavern, and she groans with pleasure. A second finger enters her hot pocket, and she arches her spine when I find her g-spot. I slowly rub her inner erogenous zone with both fingers. She bites her lip and moans but refuses to acknowledge Gabby¡¯s greedy gaze. Grabbing Suka by the hair, I turn her head forward to meet my wife¡¯s sultry stare. My fingers press hard into that sensitive spot, Suka¡¯s knees knock together, and her ass bucks against my hand. ¡°Show Gabby your ¡®O¡¯ face.¡± That order seemingly pushes the wolf girl over the edge as her body locks in a rictus of ecstasy. Suka makes a truly embarrassing ahegao expression as she cums on my fingers and screams. ¡°Ahn~!!!¡± Gabby¡¯s fingers fly over her mound as she flicks herself to quickpletion, and a few droplets of Goblin juice are flung into Suka¡¯s face while she orgasms. I can¡¯t take any more. My dick is rock-hard and throbbing with my pulse as I lift a quivering Suka onto her feet and bend her over. The wolf girl¡¯s tail instinctually lifts to reveal her ass crack and pussy lifts. I stand behind her and guide my cock into position before ramming home. Fuck! I¡¯ve never had a cunt this hot before. It¡¯s almost painful at first, but soon my dick is melting in liquid gold. My Goblin wife catches my gaze and gives me a naughty eyebrow waggle. I guess her intent, take Suka by the hair, and shove the wolf girl¡¯s face into the shortstack¡¯s cunt. I know from experience how fragrant a Goblin¡¯s musk can be, but the Cinderwolf eagerlyps at the pussy before her with all inhibitions shed. I withdraw my nine-inch Mole-man sausage to the tip and shove the meaty rod into the tight tunnel before me. Grabbing Suka¡¯s tail with my other hand, I control the wolf girl from both ends while doing all the work with my hips. Well, once I¡¯ve begun, my bitch is happy to thrust her ass against my groin in rhythm. It¡¯s a fun three-way, something I¡¯m getting more of as the days go by. I hope the trend continues! My cock is bathed in balmy heat, slow-roasted over the embers of my lover¡¯s pleasure. The two of us pounding together find a pace that mutually drives us to the brink. Gabby wraps her thick green thighs around the wolf girl¡¯s head and arches into the bitch¡¯s soft tongue. Suka, smothered between her new mistress and lover, begins to quake with another earthshaking orgasm. The hot cavern around my member grips and squeezes me with pulsating contractions. It¡¯s too much to withstand, and I feel myself about toe when a thought strikes. I pull out, withdrawing from bliss to shoot a stream of cream onto Suka¡¯s spine. My cock jets spunk onto my bitch¡¯s shoulders, pooling jizz in the small of her back, and a far-reaching arc hits Gabby in a line from cunt to mouth. Not one to waste food, my Goblin wife hops off the chair to lick my cum from Suka¡¯s skin. Then post-nut rity dawns on us, and we all three pull apart for a moment to collect ourselves after that intense scene. My wife¡¯s eyes are glued to me as she puts the pieces together. ¡°Alex, usually you can¡¯t wait to impregnate your newest conquest. What¡¯s going through your mind?¡± ¡°You don¡¯t want me bearing your pups?¡± Suka seems oddly hurt by the turn of events. I¡¯m quick to assuage her. ¡°No, that¡¯s not it; I¡¯m sure you¡¯ll make a great mother. Suka, you have to understand I feel pressured to do the best I can with the magic of my mark system. I discovered a way to maximize my rewards by getting pregnant and imnting that embryo using a Mermaid ovipositor. It¡¯s like I¡¯m losing out by not doing it that way.¡± Gabby nods as if she¡¯d deduced my thought process. ¡°But where, oh where, are you going to find a hard rod to get pregnant by around here?¡± As if her words aren¡¯t suggestive enough, my little green lover is stroking her Apprentice Rod while meeting my eyes. ¡°No¡­¡± I say in disbelief as a smile grows on my face. ¡°There¡¯s no way it still works¡­ is there?¡± The little green shortstack takes the stolen Twisted Treefolk cock in her confident hands and presses the base to her groin. The broken edges of the member¡¯s severance be roots before my eyes that burrow into the Goblin¡¯s skin. Suka and I watch in astonishment as the prosthetic penis pulses with fresh blood. ¡°It¡¯s called ¡®grafting,¡¯¡± Gabby announces as she releases her grip, then removes her spectacles to set them on the table. The material is still wood, but polished smooth like an excellent dildo. As someone who¡¯s tried metal, ss, and ancient silicone, I have no objections. A voice in the back of my mind warns wood would normally be too porous for such use, harboring harmful bacteria after multiple sessions, but that logic is summarily quashed by the fact magic is clearly involved. She advances on me, and I grin. I grab the shortstack by the waist and hoist her onto the bed, where I sit her on the edge as I kneel on the floor. This gives me a good view of the gnarled, knotty length and girth of the huge eleven-inch wooden dong on disy. I see Suka kneel beside me out of the corner of my eye. ¡°Do you¡­ feel it?¡± I ask as I run a delicate index finger along the length of the shaft. Gabby shivers as evidence. She has a distinct ¡®cat who ate the cream¡¯ expression on her face. ¡°Why don¡¯t you investigate?¡± I can¡¯t refuse such an offer! I¡¯ve taken extensive lessons on servicing dick and can finally put that education into practice! I start by kissing the tip, a ssic for a reason. Locking eyes with Gabby as I do so allows me tomunicate the love and trust I feel at this moment. I swirl my tongue around the hard ns, causing the Goblin¡¯s hips to rotate along with me. Leaning back, I nce at Suka. She¡¯s watching me with fascination. I motion for her to give it a try. The wolf girl looks from the rod to the Goblin it¡¯s attached to and frowns. ¡°I suppose, if we¡¯re going to be sharing this human, we need to reach an understanding.¡± Gabby nods. ¡°If you suck my dick, I¡¯ll fuck you with it when Alex is too busy or away.¡± ¡°That¡¯s your offer?¡± The Goblin girl leans back, legs spread wide, and pointedly looks at the massive rod that dwarfs her tiny figure. Suka sulks and grumbles, ¡°It¡¯s a good offer¡­¡± The Cinderwolf girl opens her mouth wide and ambitiously engulfs the first few inches of the wooden cock, causing Gabby to jump in her seat at the sudden warmth. I often forget Gabby is a greedy Goblin, even though it¡¯s a truth I should always keep in mind. The little green shortstack grabs Suka by the head and forcefully pulls the wolf girl several inches further onto the Twisted rod. Good thing I didn¡¯t go further on my turn, or I¡¯d have been the one in that position! Suka gags, but Gabby is too caught up in the pleasure of a tight, choking throat on her cock to think rationally. I catch the wolf girl¡¯s frantic ws in my hands and whisper in Suka¡¯s ears, ¡°Take it.¡± The wolf girl stops fighting me. I mount her from behind, sliding one hand down to Suka¡¯s crotch, raising the other to the wolf girl¡¯s slender breast, and slipping my cock between her ass cheeks. I don¡¯t prate, simply rubbing my tip along the wolf girl¡¯s crack. Suka epts my encouragement and, drunk with the attention she¡¯s being showered with, swallows another inch of the wooden cock. ¡°Her throat is so fucking hot,¡± Gabby gasps. Suka can¡¯t breathe, and she isn¡¯t bobbing her head, but her gag reflex must be squeezing Gabby¡¯s dick something fierce because the little Goblin is desperately clutching at the wolf girl and making faces. My fingers dance on Suka¡¯s clit in the dark forest of her pubic hair. ¡°Mmmph!!!¡± The clitoral stimtion, the high of breath deprivation, and the humiliation of choking on a cockbine to overwhelm the Cinderwolf girl in an even more powerful orgasm. I pull her off Gabby¡¯s rod with a pop and a gasp, then cradle her in my arms as her spasms subside. Marveling at my lewd lover, Iy her on the bed behind my Goblin wife to recover. 35. Getting Wood Part 2 (R-18) 35. Getting Wood Part 2 (R-18) I return to kneeling before the green shortstack I intend to make the father of my next child. She looks into my eyes with tender affection and says, ¡°You have a talent for finding what the monsters you encounter truly want. Can you tell what I want?¡± I give my wife a seductive smile. ¡°That¡¯s easy.¡± I put both hands on her rod, one grip over the other, and stroke her using Suka¡¯s spit for lubrication. ¡°You want to feel big and powerful.¡± From her massive self-confidence to her love of big dicks, to her obsession with monster evolution, I¡¯ve known since we met Gabby sees herself growing into something big¡ªmetaphorically speaking. If she wanted to get swole, she¡¯d have taken the Ogre evolution path like Dura. This time I use my lips and tongue to suck on the first few inches of Twisted wood while my hands work the shaft. It really is like servicing a dildo, but the veins are warm with Goblin blood, and I can feel Gabby¡¯s pulse in its length. I lick along the frenulum repeatedly, probe her meatus with the dexterous tip of my tongue, and gently scrape the ns with my teeth¡ªeliciting tiny grunts of pleasure from my lover. Then I pump and suck for all I¡¯m worth, turning my hands in opposite directions on her shaft until she¡¯s bucking on the edge of the bed. ¡°Alex!¡± Gabby grips my shoulders and hunches over me as I mp onto her tip. Warm liquid spurts onto my tongue and fills my mouth until I eagerly gulp it down. She tastes like gloopy apple sauce with a Goblin musk aftertaste. I quite enjoy the vor. She rxes as she descends from that high after a half dozen spurts, and her aftershocks quiet not muchter. I pull off her rod and stare at its hardwood length with a little awe. Gabby sees my expression and grins. ¡°The other advantage of this thing is that Treefolk cock never goes soft.¡± ¡°Then let¡¯s put it to good use,¡± I say as I hop onto the bed beside her, then recline with my arms outstretched. The little Goblin is eager to get to work. She kneels between my legs and spreads my thighs, her eyes lingering on my Mole-man member. Gabby gets a bit distracted returning the oral favor, taking my cock in hand, and stuffing as much as can fit in her greedy mouth hole. I stiffen in her mouth as she bobs her head on my length. She straightens soon after, letting my dick plop out of her lips as she raises to her full (meager) height. Gabby whips her dick around andys it on my belly next to my erect phallus, disying the in difference in size while showing how far she¡¯s about to prate me. This is going to reach my belly button! ¡°Mine¡¯s bigger.¡± She grins at me with her sharp Goblin teeth. The Twisted dick wins in both length and girth, not to mention the swirling and knotty ces I¡¯m excited to feel in passing. That being said, the Mole-man cock is already a monster rod with enough width to supposedly split an ancient human virgin in half. ¡°Just wait,¡± I return her predatory grin with one of my own. ¡°I¡¯ve got that model on my menu, so I¡¯ll be sporting the same soon. And, when I use it on someone your size, it¡¯ll feel twice as big.¡± ¡°I¡¯m looking forward to it,¡± the greedy Goblin replies. ¡°But let¡¯s enjoy the moment.¡± Gabby aligns her rod with myhers and presses the tip inside. Then she lifts my legs (with my help) over her shoulders, puts one arm around my thighs for bnce, and grips my cock in the other. She smooshes her breasts against my legs as she slowly thrusts forward. I feel each twisted inch and knotty bump as it enters me. The tip taps my cervix as she skooches forward flush with my ass. It¡¯s a soft pressure pervading my abdomen, not unpleasant, but not doing much for me at the moment. Meeting her gaze, I say, ¡°Breed me.¡± My Goblin wife swings her hips back to withdraw, and I feel every curve and ridge of her cock in reverse order. Then she ms forward with desperate need. The forward stroke is everything I expected, but faster, and the tip strikes my cervix with force this time. The result is like a bell tolling through my stomach and reverberating in my chest. ¡°Fuck!¡± By now, she¡¯s begun humping me with exuberance. She splits her focus to jack me off with one hand, and the extra source of pleasure does crazy things to my brain. *Dong!* *Dong!* *Dong!* Gabby is ringing my bell with each thrust, and the twisted cock¡¯s knots ramming through my love tunnel ripples pleasure like waves in a pool. I don¡¯t match her pace thrusting back; I¡¯m too far gone. She alters the angle of her thrusts, and suddenly, a wooden knot is banging into my g-spot with each pass. *Dong!* *Dong!* *Dong!* ¡°Gabby!¡± I¡¯m cumming from my cunt in no time, but the greedy Goblin doesn¡¯t pause. She relentlessly pursues her own pleasure fucking my sweet honey pot. All the while, her hand is pumping my dick as if drawing water from a well. Bliss surges within me, wracking my mind, and one orgasm rolls into the next as I scream. ¡°Cum inside!¡± *Dong!* *Dong!* *Dong!* The knot pressing into my g-spot also stimtes the base of my cock, giving me a sensation like prostate stimtion. The result is a powerful climax that has my cum boiling from my tip in volcanic spurts that drip onto Gabby¡¯s hand as she continues to work me. I shoot cum like a geyser as the cervix pounding finally kicks off a full-body orgasm. I arch my spine and shout, ¡°Put a baby in me!¡± Gabby ms home a final time as I st her face with cream and stter my own breasts in baby batter. My body shakes, and my pussy holds her rod in an iron grip as I feel her seed ssh onto my cervix. I lose my sense of hearing as that tolling bell of ecstasy fills my being, pushing everything else beyond myprehension. When my mind clears, Gabby isying atop me, spent, in a puddle of my cream with my cock sandwiched pleasantly between us. I release a shuddering breath, ¡°That was incredible.¡± ¡°Yeah,¡± she says, then looks up at me with a peaceful grin. ¡°I do love my human.¡± I cup her face with the hand bearing her wedding ring. ¡°Love you too, honey.¡± Feeling a familiar burn on my belly, I gently slide Gabby aside and wipe away enough cum to look at my tummy tattoos. We watch as a sperm with Gabby¡¯s face within a leaf icon swims around my uterus. With an effort of will, I activate my Ovarian Control to pop an egg through my fallopian tube. Gabby¡¯s sperm immediately pounces on the new egg and merges to be an embryo. *You¡¯ve Conceived a Mandragora! Congrattions! ¨C One Female Breeder Mark! Like that time with Arie, a young boy¡¯s face appears within the embryo. His skin is leafy green, but his features bear resemnces to Gabby and me. I throw my arms around Gabby and kiss her on the lips. I can still taste my cum in her mouth, but that doesn¡¯t matter at the moment. I just want to kiss my wife and show her how much I love her right now. *Breeder Marks ¨C One (Female)!* Paternal Malleability I (II - 3) Paternal Customization (3) Paternal Inheritance I Paternal Seminal Control Volume Qualities Spawn Attributes Paternal Seminal Potency Partner Tracker Maternal Ovarian Control Maternity Ward Create Womb Seed Maternal Fetus Protection Maternal Inheritance I Maternal Fast-Gestation I Maternal Mammary Control and Potency Sustenance Pacification Allure ¡®Sustenance¡¯ has been locked in for a while, but I hesitate with the selection. ¡®Create Womb Seed¡¯ has a major attraction. It wasn¡¯t visible before, which makes me suspect I¡¯ve fulfilled a hidden requirement since then. The only thing thates to mind is¡­ Cottontail. The name suggests something rather shocking: the ability to create a womb. Is such a thing really possible? With my magic, I suppose I shouldn¡¯t doubt. ¡°Now I can get my male Breeder mark! Ready, Suka?¡± The Cinderwolf girl lets loose a snore; her head has fallen off the feather pillow and onto Flou, who¡¯s doing a splendid impression of a furry cushion. They look quite cute together. ¡°I must have tuckered them out¡­¡± Gabby pats my belly in satisfaction. ¡°We¡¯ve all had a long day. Let¡¯s not me them for taking an afternoon nap. I think I¡¯ll join them.¡± I nod. ¡°Hmm, well, if I¡¯m not waking her up for sex untilter, I do have an errand to run.¡± ¡°Where are you going, Alex?¡± ¡°I need to visit Cottontail.¡± ¡°Your bunny boyfriend?¡± ¡°Girlfriend.¡± ¡°Right,¡± Gabby epts my correction withoutint. ¡°Why, exactly?¡± Did I not tell Gabby? I suppose, if I did, it wasn¡¯t high on Gabby¡¯s priority list to keep in mind (even if she has a good memory). ¡°I want to protect her, and the only way I can do that when I¡¯m not around is to keep her in a safe ce like the Warren, which means she can¡¯t forage for food. That means I need to stop by and ¡®feed¡¯ her every day.¡± On the word ¡®feed,¡¯ I thrust my hips, making my cock flop in ce. Gabby gets the message loud and clear. ¡°Have fun, I suppose. I¡¯de with you for safety, not that you¡¯d need it, but I doubt a Goblin will be wee in the Warren. That said¡­ you can bring the bunny, er, Cottontail, home with you. I¡¯ve decided to give up eating monsters for you, Alex. Not ¡®meat¡¯ itself in principle, but I don¡¯t want you afraid to bring home any manner of strange monster you¡¯ve befriended on my ount. Any number of monsters, too, as long as you can feed them and there¡¯s room.¡± I close the gap between us, hug Gabby again, kiss her on the lips, and say, ¡°Thank you, thank you, thank you! You¡¯re the best wife a girl could ask for!¡± ¡°You¡¯re just saying that because I have a big dick, now,¡± she mock-uses. Iugh and kiss her again. ¡°I¡¯m fantasizing about all the monsters we can spitroast from now on.¡± ¡°The sky is the limit, my human,¡± Gabby coos as she caresses my face. That just reminds me I need to find Gale. ¡°More adventures tomorrow and more fun tonight.¡± I kiss her onest time before preparing to leave. I tap Flou softly enough to wake her, but not Suka. ¡°I¡¯m going to the Warren. Want toe with?¡± The Fuzzy Slime doesn¡¯t show a lot of emotion without a face, but her whispered tone speaks volumes, ¡°I¡­ they won¡¯t recognize me. Even if I say who I am, I don¡¯t want to have to prove it to my family. I¡¯d rather stay here until I can take a form more¡­ recognizable.¡± ¡°I understand. Go back to sleep with your new friend.¡± Flou¡¯s fur bristles, then floofs. ¡°I never imagined I¡¯d be sleeping with a wolf instead of inside their belly.¡± ¡°Stick with me, and I¡¯m sure you¡¯ll see even more impossible things.¡± 36. The Warren Part 1 36. The Warren Part 1 It feels like a short run to the Warren with Harpy Lightweight and long legs from my new Orc Stature. Cottontail already showed me the way before, so it¡¯s trivial to retrace my steps. On the way, Harpy Sight scours the air for predators while my Wolf Nose sniffs for traces of powerful monsters. Nothing gets in my way this time. I¡¯m standing over the entrance hole in the ground before I realize mypse in judgment. I can¡¯t fit in there! The downside of Orc Stature is that I¡¯m literally as big as an Orc, a seven-foot tall, athletic, feminine warrior type. It¡¯s not like I¡¯m jacked from muscle training or anything, I still have my human build, but everything about me from my hands and feet to my shoulders and hips arerger than before. What seemed like a tight fit as a 5¡¯6¡± tall woman is now a ridiculous proposition. ¡°Cottontail? Are you in there?¡± My voice echoes pitifully in the deep hole. What am I thinking? The Warren is probably a huge undergroundwork with any number of individual living chambers. There¡¯s no way she can hear me. My instincts say tunneling down with Earth Magic is usible. There¡¯s no ¡®mana¡¯ associated with casting, so repeated usage is no obstacle. In practice, the tunnels will still be too small for me even when I¡¯m inside them, and cave-ins will be a constant threat. Wading through hundreds of feet or even miles of tunnels with Earth Magic to find one bunny seems like a recipe for failure. Should I wait until sunrise to refund Orc Stature? Or¡­ *Slime Marks ¨C Three* Slime Constitution Slime Constitution (Jellyfish, Fuzzy) Slime Malleability Slime Malleability (Jellyfish, Fuzzy) Slime Mutability Slime Mutability (Jellyfish, Fuzzy) Slime Hair / Legs / Arms Jellyfish Slime Tentacles Fuzzy Slime Flesh Shaping Fuzzy Slime Fur Let me think. ¡®Paternal Malleability¡¯ allows me to reshape my dick. Scratch that, it lets me alter the body modification mark I have selected. If the Slime mark tree follows the same pattern¡­ well, I do have three chances. *Selected Slime Malleability!* *Temporarily use Slime Malleability to Refund a current Body Mark?* Wolf Nose Harpy Sight Harpy Lightweight Bunny Stamina Goblin Stature Orc Stature I select Orc Stature and the world around me gets bigger. Rather, I shrink to something like almost a third of my previous size. Fitting into this hole will be a piece of cake! Nice. The second obvious problem I notice as I enter the tunnel is the quickly dimming light. I consider refunding Harpy Sight for the likely low-light-oriented Mermaid Sight, but I have to take the obvious into ount. Rabbits don¡¯t have super night vision; they use their sense of smell and hearing to navigate underground! Actually, screw it. What the heck does Slime Mutability do? *Selected Slime Mutability!* *Temporarily Transfer a Slime Mark to another Type?* Mer Goblinoid Canine Avian Forest Awesome; this is Perfect! *Selected Mer!* *Spend a Mer Mark to rece Harpy Sight with Mermaid Sight using Slime Malleability?* I navigate through my tummy tattoo menus while there¡¯s enough light to see until I find what I need and make the selection. My surroundings immediatelye into focus on a greyscale. Thankfully, the low-light vision of a Mermaid isn¡¯t limited to underwater, or else this would¡¯ve been sadly pointless. I¡¯m extremely pleased by my Slime abilities now. This gives me a lot more flexibility during the day instead of having to wait until sunrise to refund poor decisions. A use of Malleability refunds a mark within a type, with the secondary benefit of allowing me to rece body modifications of a simr ss (much like Paternal Malleability) as long as I have it equipped. Mutability, meanwhile, allows me to shove Slime marks at a problem. Both have significant advantages. Together, they let me rewrite my build on the fly¡­ if only to a limited degree. Okay, I may not have Bunny Ears today, but I have Wolf Nose to follow trails through the mazelike tunnels, Mermaid Sight lets me see what¡¯s in front of me, and I¡¯m pleased to find Earth Magic gives me something like a tremor sense simr to a Mole-man. I couldn¡¯t tell fine details about a person that way, unlike some ancient human fiction, but I can guess their weight and rtive position to me from their footsteps. Overall, I¡¯d rate myself as way-overprepared to raid a bunch of tunnels filled with mice and rabbits. Making my way deeper in the Warren, the tunnels aren¡¯t actually that bad at my size. I don¡¯t have to hunch over to walk. Crawling through here in my human size would¡¯ve been ustrophobic as hell. I might not have been able to turn around after entering, forcing me to crawl in reverse if I hit a dead-end. What a nightmare. I try to sniff for Cottontail, but her scent is masked by dozens of others. I¡¯ll just have to go deeper in! A few minutester, I¡¯ve gone several hundred feet through a dozen intersections. I¡¯m confident I¡¯m going vaguely the right way based on some of the traffic I¡¯m smelling and the footprints I¡¯m seeing. It¡¯s also nice to reconfirm I won¡¯t have any trouble following my scent trail to the surface considering how far I¡¯ve alreadye. The tremor of footsteps alert me to nearby smallfolk. I continue heading towards them, only to sense them halting. Rounding the corner, I see what I¡¯m dealing with. A bunny boy and a bunny girl hug the walls, staring blindly while their ears turn in my direction. Having a sensory advantage is great! A mouse girles up behind them, and they grab her as they point my way. The mouse seemingly has better low-light vision and peers at me. Unfortunately, she¡¯s clearly not the mouse girl I rescued from a drunken Dura. This one has huge ears, each one bigger than her head. ¡°Fish!¡± a squeaky voice screams, and the three of them flee. Fish? I look down at myself in my crab armor and realize I should¡¯ve known better if I wanted to ask for directions. All Seafolk are the same in a mouse¡¯s book. Dismissing my armor and embracing nudity, I call after them, ¡°I¡¯m not a fish, I¡¯m human!¡± That makes the three of them slide to a halt. The trio confers amongst themselves while I force myself to be patient. Running after the skittish monsters is only going to drive them away. They timidly approach me. ¡°Goblin!¡± the squeaky voice screams this time, and we repeat the same song and dance. ¡°I¡¯m not a Goblin, I¡¯m a short human!¡± ¡°What¡¯s a human child doing in the Warren?¡± the bunny boy asks. Even with greyscale vision, I can tell he has dark skin and ck fur. This time, the bunny girl gets close enough to catch a whiff of me. The fur on her arms, legs, ears, and neck is super fluffy. ¡°They smell like an adult woman¡­¡± ¡°I see a cock!¡± the mouse girl giddily announces. ¡°I smell cunt,¡± the ck bunny boy says as they all approach. ¡°And fish, but some dirt will rub that off.¡± ¡°I thought humans were bigger?¡± the mouse girl asks, looking up at me. ¡°They typically are,¡± I say. ¡°I¡¯m an unusually small human with a dick and a pussy. Nothing to be afraid of.¡± The three furry monsters vaguely surround me and stand there awkwardly as if unsure what to do next. ¡°Did¡­ did we just catch a human?¡± the fluffy bunny girl says what they all must be thinking. I shrug. ¡°It¡¯s not ¡®catching¡¯ if I don¡¯t resist, but sure. You caught me.¡± ¡°We caught a human!¡± the ck bunny boy cheers in celebration. ¡°She¡¯s pretty!¡± the bigear mouse girl tells the others. ¡°Never smelled one up close before¡­¡± The three of them take that cue to step closer and take deep whiffs of my personal aroma. I struggle to maintain a straight face as they make funny, enraptured expressions. ¡°Do all humans smell this good?¡± the fluffy bunny girl wonders aloud. Seeing their reactions makes me realize the Warren must capture hardly any humanspared to the Ogre Fen, Kennel Hills, the Western Sea, Chatan Forest, or Harpy Mountain. Since humans are considered the utmost peak in quality for sexual partners, finding me must be like winning an ancient human lottery for them. Now they crowd in close. I¡¯m a head shorter than the bunnies and a head taller than the mouse. I do miss my Orc (or even human) stature in this moment, but they¡¯re still really cute monsters! The ck bunny boy reaches with a blind hand to touch my shoulder, then gropes his way around until he finds and palms a boob. ¡°She¡¯s got a huge rack!¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± I¡¯m still proud of my new breasts ever since getting my first Mammary mark. The fluffy bunny girl sidles up close, pleasantly pressing her ample chest against my arm as she reaches between my legs to feel for my slit. ¡°She¡¯s already so wet¡­¡± I¡¯ll admit, this is scratching that ¡®captured by sexy monsters¡¯ itch I¡¯ve always had without the inherent danger. I¡¯m kind of into this scene. The bigear mouse girl grabs my dick in both hands. My swinging member (still full-size despite my height downgrade) utterly dwarfs the pipsqueak. ¡°Humans don¡¯t have cocks this big¡­ Oo! Dibs on her precum!¡± She licks the tip of my rod before anyone can object. Her eyes roll up into her head, and she swoons while appreciating my vor. ¡°I¡¯ve died and gone to monster heaven!¡± ¡°Maybe you three should have your way with me¡­¡± I say in a flirtatious tone. My suggestion makes them pause instead of encouraging them to continue as I¡¯d hoped. Perhaps the reality of the situation has finally sunk in? ¡°If we do her here¡­¡± the fluffy bunny girl trails off as if afraid to finish the thought. ¡°We could get in so much trouble,¡± the bigear mouse girl says. ¡°What if Peter finds out?¡± The ck bunny boy grunts and resumes squeezing my tits. ¡°He doesn¡¯t need to know. We¡¯ll take her far around the hub to the southern breeding chamber, so her trail has a chance to fade before he stumbles across it.¡± ¡°She has a cock, so we can breed humans now!¡± the fluffy bunny girl says. ¡°By the time Peter learns the truth, we¡¯ll have enough humans to share with everybody!¡± If I had any hopes my captors are altruistic, thatment pretty much shatters them. A casual hookup with a bunch of bunnies and mice sounds fun, but I can¡¯t allow any pregnancies in my wake. I won¡¯t permit any of my children to be sex ves now I have the strength to control my destiny. Arguably, it seems my offspring with this cock would be a Fuzzy. The monsters wouldn¡¯t know for certain it was a child of mine. However, I don¡¯t like the idea of leaving my progeny scattered about where I can¡¯t find them. It¡¯s not exactly a moral decision. More like, it¡¯s me being selfish. Any kids I have here would be lost among possibly hundreds of other Fuzzies. I regrettably say goodbye to the couple dozen Breeder marks I''m turning down to keep my personal integrity. Still, I can y along while this stays fun, and these monsters might even help me. ¡°I came here looking for Cottontail. Do you know him?¡± ¡°Cottontail?¡± the fluffy bunny girl asks, clearly confused by my motivations. ¡°That weirdo?¡± the ck bunny boy says, then shrugs. ¡°I don¡¯t have anything against him, but he¡¯s kind of a loner.¡± The others nod. I notice they¡¯re misgendering her, but I guess she hasn¡¯te out yet? ¡°His mom and sis are nice,¡± the bigear mouse girl makes some conversation while stroking my cock with both hands to coax more precum from the tip. ¡°He¡¯s been acting weirder than normal. I don¡¯t think he¡¯s even gone topside today. Hey, human¡­ did you fuck him?¡± ¡°That exins it!¡± the fluffy bunny girl coos as she fingers me. ¡°No wonder; he¡¯s lovesick.¡± ¡°Lucky-footed bastard,¡± the ck bunny boy mutters under his breath. ¡°Don¡¯t me me if I steal you away,¡± the fluffy bunny girl whispers in my ear. Not a chance. My heart belongs to the cute bunny girl who risked her life to save a bunch of Fuzzies. ¡°I bet I can take your big meat stick better than him.¡± I doubt that. Not to say I¡¯d object to taking a few bunnies or mice home with me if they¡¯re not terrible people, but I have to be reasonable. There¡¯s the logistics of feeding everyone even if Gabby gave me permission to house them. My nutritious semen can supply a small harem, not a small colony. Mental note: find more food sources! ¡°Come with us,¡± the bigear mouse girl proposes between licks of my cock, ¡°And we¡¯ll tell Cottontail where you are even though we¡¯re keeping you secret from most of the Warren.¡± Yeah, secret. I¡¯m sure you¡¯ll only tell your closest dozen friends and family. There¡¯s no way everyone will find out about the human hidden in one of the cardinal breeding chambers within a matter of hours. Well, at least I won¡¯t tell anyone. ¡°Sure, what could go wrong?¡± 37. The Warren Part 2 (R-18) 37. The Warren Part 2 (R-18) ¡°Do any of you know Flou? Auburn hair, about yay high, incredibly cute?¡± The ck bunny boy¡¯s ear twitches toward me as he leads the way. ¡°You just described, like, thirty bunnies in the Warren.¡± ¡°First Cottontail, then Flou. Nothing special about either cousin¡­¡± the fluffy bunny girl pouts. Please, try to act a bit cuter so I can enjoy the orgy? Let me have this! ¡°Oh, shit,¡± the bigear mouse girl says, ¡°I heard she went missing after the Incursion this morning. If she¡¯s not back yet¡­¡± ¡°She¡¯s probably dead,¡± the fluffy bunny girl announces without fanfare. ¡°Don¡¯t say that, Chrissy! It¡¯s bad luck!¡± the bigear mouse girl hisses as if keeping their voices down will cancel out the previous insensitive statement. ¡°People live until they die, Bonnie, that¡¯s how it goes,¡± the ck bunny boy adds. ¡°Not you too, Stewie?¡± the bigear mouse girl groans. I have to hit pause on the conversation to address this. ¡°Your name is Stew?¡± ¡°Yeah, so what? It¡¯s just a name.¡± ¡°Says the bunny named ¡®Stew.¡¯¡± He shrugs off myment. ¡°What about a mouse with yellow-blond hair, emerald eyes, and steel grey fur? Are there another thirty mice who look like that?¡± ¡°No,¡± Chris(sy?) says with a huff. ¡°That¡¯s Megan.¡± Megan, huh? Noted. ¡°She happens to be Cottontail¡¯s full-blood sister.¡± ¡°Really?¡± I say, trying and failing to tamp down the excitement in my voice. It takes everything I have not to start fantasizing about having the two sisters at once in a steamy setting. I have her scent, so I¡¯ll be able to recognize her even with my greyscale vision. ¡°She hasn¡¯te back yet, either,¡± Bonnie says, pouring metaphorical cold water on my mood. Well, I have Flou, so being ¡®missing¡¯ isn¡¯t the death sentence they im. ¡°What¡¯s with your names? I get Cottontail and Flou if they¡¯re cousins, but the rest of you¡­?¡± ¡°Peter gets sick of traditional Fuzzy names every once in a while and switches to human names,¡± Stew says. I frown. ¡°Who is this ¡®Peter¡¯ guy naming everybody?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry,¡± Bonny reaches up to put aforting hand on my elbow. ¡°We¡¯ll keep you so far away from him it¡¯s like he doesn¡¯t even exist!¡± Hmm, that¡¯s not suspicious at all. ¡°Winding back to the previous topic, how are Megan and Cottontail siblings? They¡¯re a mouse and a bunny?¡± Bonny gives me the pitying look one reserves for a simpleton while the bunnies wait in pandering silence. Wait, shit. ¡°Right, better question, what makes Fuzzies evolve into different things?¡± ¡°Mice are quiet and introverted,¡± Bonney exins, now I¡¯ve asked something sensible. ¡°And bunnies like to fuuuck!¡± Chris the fluffy bunny girl says. ¡°¡­Mice like fucking too,¡± the bigear mouse girl mumbles under her breath. We hit an intersection. The architecture isn¡¯t anything to get excited about. It¡¯s all soft dirt, which is fine to walk on, but I prefer having clean feet. I look to my right. ¡°That way is the southern nursery,¡± Stew says. I point the opposite way. ¡°What¡¯s in this direction?¡± ¡°The hub. It¡¯s where¡ª¡± ¡°¡ªAll the Warren¡¯s branches under Fuzzy Field meet at the hub,¡± Chris interrupts Bonny¡¯s exnation, probably to hide something from me. The mouse girl gets the hint and doesn¡¯t object to whatever deception is going on. ¡°And this path takes us to where the orgies happen?¡± I ask hopefully. ¡°Exactly,¡± Stew replies. ¡°Though the southern breeding chamber is the smallest of the four.¡± ¡°It¡¯s kind of a misnomer, calling it a ¡®breeding¡¯ chamber,¡± Bonny pipes up as we walk. Chris nods. ¡°Totally ironic, now. It hasn¡¯t been used for anything but gay sex in years. Great ce for casual hookups; nobody whines about ¡®perpetuating the species.¡¯¡± ¡°Just good, clean homosexuality,¡± Stew agrees. ¡°Perfect ce to hide from Peter.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve seen him fuck plenty of boys, though?¡± Bonny can¡¯t help interjecting. Stew shrugs. ¡°Sure, but you can¡¯t say his preference isn¡¯t fucking obviously pussy.¡± Nobody disagrees, and it¡¯s a quiet walk the rest of the way.
The three of us enter the southern ¡®breeding¡¯ chamber, which is at least living up to its name. The sounds of pounding genitals and pping flesh echo through the tunnels long before anything enters my greyscale Mermaid Sight. A bunny girl and a mouse girl are tribbing in the corner. Two mouse boys are doing a quiet sixty-nine nearby. Front and center, one bunny boy is relentlessly pounding another¡¯s ass in prone bone position. ¡°Hurry up, I want my turn,¡± the bunny on the bottom says to his top. ¡°The longer turn I get, the longer you can have,¡± the top says to the bottom. Nice, four mice, and five bunnies. This¡¯ll be a good-sized orgy! The atmosphere changes the moment I enter the room. My human scent permeates the underground chamber (which already has a permanently entrained pungent sex smell) within a minute. ¡°Human?¡± ¡°Do you smell human?¡± The mice boys decouple to peer around, finding me quickly despite having to squint. ¡°It is a human!¡± ¡°Where?¡± the bunny top says as he withdraws from his partner¡¯s ass and sprints over. ¡°Hey! What about my turn?¡± the bottom bunny fusses. The six Fuzzy-type monsters dash over to me as we enter, their previous trysts forgotten in the excitement. They all invade my personal space to sniff at me, though there¡¯s no touching, yet. ¡°How did you catch a human?¡± ¡°Is she free to share?¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t she small for an adult human?¡± ¡°Why does she have a cock?¡± ¡°Does Peter know?¡± Stew fields the questions. ¡°None of that matters except we¡¯re keeping her a secret.¡± Everyone talks at once. ¡°Smart!¡± ¡°Great idea! I¡¯ve gotta tell sissy about this!¡± ¡°Yeah, Peter would ruin her.¡± I decide to interject. ¡°I¡¯m happy and eager to y with everyone, but can somebody please let Cottontail know I¡¯m here? I came to look for him.¡± Now I think about it, I¡¯m a little surprised she wasn¡¯t waiting near the entrance she showed me. On the other hand, why would she wait all day in a tunnel for me when I¡¯m sure she has other stuff to do? ¡°Sure!¡± ¡°Yep!¡± ¡°Will do!¡± The agreement is unanimous. ¡°Then let¡¯s get this party started,¡± I say, grinning to myself as I grab Chris the fluffy bunny girl. She¡¯s powerless to resist as I push her onto her knees. Yes, I still have Orc Strength equipped! Like Wolf Rush, I don¡¯t need to keep the body modification once I have the desired mark. There¡¯s still the purely physical difference in leverage fromparing Goblin Stature to Orc Stature, but it¡¯s like I¡¯ve retained that body¡¯s power. No one objects or reacts with fear, and Chris shuts up when I shove my cock in her face. She eagerly opens her mouth to ept my tip. Then I¡¯m grabbing her fluffy ears and pulling her head onto my shaft. I feel her hot, slick throat around my length and sigh in satisfaction as she gags. A few thrustster, I¡¯m fully coated in saliva. I pull a coughing Chris off me, already knowing who I want first. ¡°Cottontail and Flou both performed much better,¡± I inform her in retaliation for her earlierment. She hacks and splutters as I grab Stew by the wrist, yank him to the floor, turn him about, and spread his legs. His ass isn¡¯t anywhere near as juicy as Cottontail¡¯s, but this is an orgy¡ªquantity over quality is the name of the game. I p his dark-skinned butt, spread the cheeks beneath his chocte powderpuff, and align myself with his pucker. Shoving forward, I prate his not-so-secret entrance. ¡°Fuck, this human is enormous!¡± Stew gasps as I take him from behind. Four cocks spring to life around me, their mouse and bunny owners fapping as they watch or listen to me plowing their friend. I p Stew¡¯s ass again and order him, ¡°Work those hips, my hands are busy.¡± The ck bunny boy obediently shakes his hips on my rod. Apparently, everyone is too excited about having sex with a human to care who¡¯s actually getting fucked. With my arms free, I motion the cock-owners closer. ¡°Bring those pricks over here.¡± My admirers happily step forward. I grab the first, the bunny boy bottom, and bring his pecker to my mouth. I lick him from balls to tip, then suck him off. ¡°Oh, she picked me first!¡± he exims as if it were some award. I¡¯m just getting him wet for the next part. Releasing one bunny cock, I grab a mouse dick (the smallest monster cock I¡¯ve ever seen) and suckle away as I start pumping the previous bunny boy rod. The mice were sixty-nining, so all I taste is spit on this dick. I chose the bottom bunny first because I assumed his dick was clean. The bunny boy top circles around behind me, but I¡¯m wary of him. I target his rod with a st of Water Magic to wipe him down. ¡°Lube him up, first,¡± Imand the masturbating females. ¡°Okay,¡± the bunny girl says while gripping his cock and rubbing him with her pussy juice-slick hand. Meanwhile, I¡¯ve started sucking the second mouse dick while pumping the first with my free hand. I¡¯ve got a cock in each hand and one in my mouth! Then the bunny boy top sidles up behind me with his lubricated rod and slips into my ass. He definitely has a one-track mind. Normally, I¡¯d have more fanfare around anal sex, but I¡¯m in orgy-mindset. I might not see them again, so let¡¯s get as many cocks in as many holes as possible! My head bobs, my hands pump, Stew ms his butt on my crotch, and the bunny behind me humps my ass like a champ. The mouse dick in my mouth blows first, apliment as far as I¡¯m concerned. His load is salty, sticky, and the wad of it spilling onto my tongue makes me hornier for more. The two in my hands are next to pop off, showering me in semen. That frees me to grip Stew¡¯s hips and start really pounding away. He goes limp in my grip as I hammer him into the dirt. He moans and groans while taking my huge thing. His hot bowels spasm and contract around me as his prick shoots a load onto the dirt. The bunny humping my ass is next, creaming my backdoor after working himself up on that other bunny¡¯s bottom. I surrender to the pleasure of fucking a warm hole and release a ton of cum in Stew¡¯s ass. Bonny pulls the ck bunny off my rod while my shaft is still twitching. At the same time, the other bunny girl shoves the guy stuck in my ass aside. I¡¯m pushed down and surrounded by pussies next. The two mouse girls snatch my cream-covered rod for themselves. They start tribbing above my cock, then squat while humping and frotting their pussies against my length while hugging and kissing one another. Chris and the other bunny girl hold my hands to their cunts. I start fingering them rapid-fire, eliciting many cute little grunts from both girls. One of the mouse boys straddles my face and drops his balls in my mouth. They¡¯re small and hairless, so it¡¯s like ying with boiled quail eggs in my mouth. It¡¯s kind of fun, so I don¡¯t object. His tail toys with my breasts, wrapping around one and squeezing. The mouse girls grinding on my shaft double their speed as they embrace each other tightly, forming an onahole with their bodies. My hips buck, and I thrust my cock between them. The bunnies on my fingers scream as I thumb their clits and rub their g-spots until their juices shower my hands and arms. The mice climax next, squirting my front and dick with more fluids. I grab the mouse boy off my face and ce his pucker on my tip, shoving bunnies and mice aside to get him there. Then I impale him on my shaft like hors d¡¯oeuvres on a cocktail skewer. ¡°Aaahhhnnn!!!¡± He¡¯s the smallest monster I¡¯ve ever fucked with this cock. My shaft is clearly visible as a huge bulge in his stomach. The tightness is incredible. Yet, I manage to lift him and m him down again. His cock starts leaking cum with each stroke as I continually pummel the little mouse¡¯s ass-pussy. Bonny the bigear mouse girl sits on my face this time. She grinds her butt and cunt on my nose and mouth while I extend my tongue to better stimte her. I¡¯ve decided she¡¯s my favorite of the Fuzzy monsters I¡¯ve met today, so I¡¯m not stingy with my oral efforts. Without any need to dy my orgasm, I fuck the mouse boy full-force until I explode inside him. His belly intes as I deposit a bucket¡¯s worth of cream in the mouse boy¡¯s depths. Then I feel a new mark appearing on my tummy tattoo. ¡°I didn¡¯t know humans could cum so much,¡± Chris says as she drags the mouse boy off my schlong, his leaking ass leaving a thick cum trail. I feel the fluffy bunny girl preparing to take my length and lift Bonny off my face to maneuver her into position instead. While my view is unobstructed, I check my tattoo. *Mouse Fucker ¨C One Fuzzy Mark!* That¡¯s super generic, right? I guess that makes sense without much of a personal connection. ¡°Sorry, Chrissy. I guess I¡¯m next,¡± the bigear mouse girl says with a shrug. I stick a finger in Bonny¡¯s cunt to make sure my dick goes in the right hole. No pulling a fast-one on me! ¡°Mmm, that¡¯s nice.¡± Bonny slowly works her pucker onto my cum-slick tip and starts working her way down my length slowly. I have Bunny Stamina to keep myself hard, and I like her well enough, so I have no issue with allowing her to take me at her pace. ¡°Whatever. I¡¯ll take the human¡¯s mouth next,¡± Chris says as she approaches my head. Before the fluffy bunny reaches me, the other bunny girl sits on my face first like a game of musical chairs. Chris harumphs and pouts as she¡¯s left out. I¡¯m not totally heartless, especially in an orgy, so I raise my right hand. Chris settles for my digits, but I have her take a new position. I make the fluffy bunny girl get on all fours with her ass to me before I¡¯ll properly pleasure her pussy. A mouse boy takes this as an invitation to mount Chris¡¯s ass and plunge himself inside. At the same time, I feel the footsteps of two bunny boys approaching the girls on me. Bonny and the bunny girl sitting on my face start giving the boys blowjobs. Then the mouse girls from before im my left hand as their new tribbing aid after slipping my fingers from Bonny¡¯s cunt. Now, this is an orgy! Bonny grinds on my crotch with my cock showing as a bulge in her stomach while feverishly masturbating her cooch and clit with both hands. After cumming several times, I¡¯m content to simply let my cock be used as a dildo while a pretty girl fingers herself atop me. Being the center of a big orgy like this is an exotic new experience for me. It¡¯s different from the three and foursomes I¡¯ve had where I know or even love everyone involved. It seems both more and less exciting in certain ways. I recall myths of ancient demons called ¡®STD¡¯s¡¯ being a problem, but I heard they were incapable of crossing between species and died out long ago. Still, I¡¯m happy to be fulfilling a lifelong fantasy of being captured by horny, sexy monsters. I wonder how many monster butts I can cum in before I get bored? 38. The Warren Part 3 (R-18) 38. The Warren Part 3 (R-18) Spoiler Ugly bastard fucking monster girl, Trigger Warning for abusive parents / misgendering, Potentially offense pejorative [copse] It turns out I can cum in a lot of monster butts without getting bored. Time passes, but not more than a few hours. I¡¯m embarrassed to admit how long it took me to realize almost everyone from the original orgy is gone, having been gradually reced by neers. There¡¯re also a lot more monsters here than before. At least I¡¯ve maintained my resolve to keep from impregnating anyone. I couldn¡¯t live with myself leaving a child behind who might get eaten by a Mole-man without me ever knowing. I stand despite being covered with mice and bunnies of both sexes. With my Orc Strength, they can¡¯t exactly stop me. ¡°Alright, where¡¯s Cottontail?¡± There¡¯s a pregnant pause. Bonny speaks up (Chris and Stew are long gone), ¡°I heard P-Peter has him.¡± I frown. ¡°Show me.¡± ¡°No!¡± Bonny and the other monsters cry. ¡°Don¡¯t go! Peter will ruin you.¡± ¡°So I heard, but I¡¯m going whether or not anybody helps.¡± The monsters before me are shamed into silence. Just then, a bunny bursts into the room saying, ¡°Peter found out about the human, and wants to see her!¡± That causes a ruckus as the monsters around me argue about whose fault this is. ¡°I only told my sis!¡± ¡°I only told my cousins!¡± ¡°I only told my best friends!¡± Yeah, as a wise ancient human once said, ¡®Two can keep a secret if one is dead.¡¯ I approach the neer andy a hand on her shoulder, ¡°Lead the way.¡± The bunny girl nods shakily and proceeds to show me the way through the maze of tunnels to the hub. A few mice and bunnies make a half-hearted attempt to stop me and hide me, but they¡¯re too scared of getting in trouble to put up a real fight. Hold on, Cottontail. I¡¯ming.
The hub has a much higher ceiling than the tunnels. Enough so an Orc could stroll about if one somehow got down here. There are stone pirs throughout therge open area to support the ceiling, except for what I realize is an audience chamber with a mound of dirt shaped like a recliner substituting the royal throne. Sitting there is a really big bunny. Like, eight feet tall if my guess is right. Peter, because this has to be him, is fat. Not just fat, he looks like a retired weightlifter. Big, bulky arms, man boobs, and a pear-shaped body to start. Unlike the bunny boys, he¡¯s furry all over except the face, which has heavy stubble over a cleft chin. His fur is pale grey, half his left ear is missing with a jagged bitemark, he holds a carrot in his mouth like a cigar, and he¡¯s masturbating in public. That is to say, he has one of his huge mitts wrapped around a mouse girl¡¯s waist, and he¡¯s casually jacking off with her like he¡¯s using an onahole. He looks bored. The mouse girl, on the other hand, is squeaking with each fast-paced thrust like a dying animal. She¡¯s drooling with her eyes rolled up into her skull, and her tongue is lolling out while an enormous bulge pounds her stomach from inside. When she stops squeaking, he pulls her off his monster schlong and tosses her into a pile of groaning, cum-stuffed monsters like a stack of used tissues. An anxious bunny steps up for him to grab and jam onto his fat throbbing rod. This little rabbit is fresh and starts a new round of sexual screams at top volume. I notice a long line of bunnies and mice (both sexes each) looking on with dread as they await their turn on the ¡®ride.¡¯ Based on what I recall from the Book of Monsters¡¯ description, Peter must be a Bunny Patron. A third-tier monster. Fuck. ¡°So, where¡¯d you meet this human?¡± he asks, his voice carrying over the bunny¡¯s screams as he relentlessly masturbates while holding a conversation. Cottontail stands there before him. ¡°I met her on the surface, father.¡± Father!?! Peter is Cottontail¡¯s dad? ¡°That ain¡¯t the whole story, is it?¡± Peter questions. Cottontail ms up immediately. ¡°Whatever. So, this human wandered down here looking for you? Why?¡± ¡°Um, she likes me. That¡¯s it.¡± There¡¯s a lot more to it, actually, but I don¡¯t me her for not exining everything to Peter. He seems like kind of a douche. ¡°Heh, a little prick like you, boy?" Oh, I guess Cottontail hasn¡¯t told him about her new preferred gender. Maybe she¡¯s too scared to contradict him? "I bet the girlie doesn¡¯t even feel it when you stick it in.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Hey, now. I¡¯m getting more annoyed by the second. Besides the misgendering, insulting our sex life is rude. I can¡¯t hold it against Cottontail for not admitting she¡¯s the one getting the ¡®D¡¯ in our case. Her dad is an asshole. ¡°Why didn¡¯t you bring her home with youst night? Let her meet your old man?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Afraid I¡¯d show her how a real monster fucks? Heh.¡± He turns to his captive audience of soon-to-be fuck-toys and says, ¡°By the time I find out we have a human, she¡¯s been screwing around in the southern breeding chamber for hours! Nobody wanted to tell old Peter?¡± ¡°¡­¡± It¡¯s pretty fucking obvious why nobody wanted to tell this bastard. ¡°So, what? A human is too good for me? ¡®Peter doesn¡¯t deserve a turn with the human,¡¯ huh? I see how it is. After all I¡¯ve done for the Warren. No respect. No gratitude.¡± Peter continues beating his meat faster and harder, making the bunny in his grip squeal in pain. He stands and starts yelling, ¡°Who protects you from the Mole-men? Peter. Who uses his magic to keep the Warren safe? Peter. Who never gets the respect he deserves? Peter.¡± The mice and bunnies cower with fear as the Bunny Patron goes on a tirade. ¡°I¡¯ve been nice! I¡¯ve been gentle! Nobody wants to see Peter when he¡¯s angry, so I suggest somebody go get this human before I lose my temper!¡± ¡°Rx, Peter,¡± a mouse woman standing outside the fucking-line steps forward to put a hand on the Bunny Patron¡¯s side. ¡°I¡¯m sure the human is on her way, and you can have her all to yourself tonight. So, don¡¯t be too hard on the kids. They just got a little excited about their new toy!¡± He growls at the woman. She has a furry tail, like a dormouse. ¡°I¡¯ll do that thing with my tongue you liketer~¡± The woman draws circles in Peter¡¯s fur with a finger. The Bunny Patron sits back down. ¡°You¡¯re a peach, Lois. A real peach.¡± The bunny riding his dick goes hoarse, so Peter tosses her on the ¡®used¡¯ pile, grabs the mouse boy next in line, and stuffs the poor monster without preamble. The mouse¡¯s distressed screams of too big an insertion too fast echo around the stone columns. I¡¯ve seen enough. ¡°I¡¯m here,¡± I say as I stride naked into the audience chamber. ¡°Alex, no!¡± Cottontail wails. ¡°You shouldn¡¯t havee! I didn¡¯t think it would end this way. I shouldn¡¯t have shown you the entrance¡­¡± ¡°You shouldn¡¯t have tried to hide the human from me, boy,¡± Peter says, then looks at me. ¡°Hey, what is this? A midget?¡± ¡°Cottontail is a girl, now!¡± I announce, then stake my im, ¡°She¡¯s my woman!¡± Cottontail can¡¯t see me in the dark, but her face is looking my way, and bittersweet tears are streaming down her face. Sorry to out you, but someone needs to set this guy straight and I¡¯m done acting like a meek human. Monsters like him only understand confidence and power. Peter, somehow, can sense me and is scanning me up and down with special attention to the cock between my legs. Heughs deep and loud. ¡°Oh, heh, heh, heh! This is rich! Just rich! She¡¯s fucking you! What else was I expecting from my pansy-ass son? ¡°See, everybody? This is what I¡¯m talking about. This is why I have to be in charge. Cottontail, you¡¯ll never evolve that way, you fucking moron. I work at my fourth-tier requirements tirelessly. Every. Single. Day. ¡°Nobody else here is ever going to evolve, are they? I do everything I can to help my girls meet their Matron requirements, but they give up after popping out their first dozen. I swear, I¡¯ll be a Patriarch like dear old Grandpappy Thumper before anyone else climbs to the third tier.¡± His hands ball into fists as he rips the abused mouse boy from his rod and tosses the cumted monster onto the ¡®used¡¯ pile. ¡°Maybe if all you bitches stopped fucking your brothers like whores and only took my dick, I could rank-up this century! You know how many kids it takes to reach Patriarch? How long I¡¯ve been at this? No. No respect.¡± Peter stands, fat cock swaying. ¡°Get your ass over here, boy. If you want to be a woman, then bend over. It¡¯s all you¡¯re good for.¡± Cottontail hesitates, and Peter sees the abject horror on my face. ¡°Know what, I¡¯m a nice guy. I¡¯ll let both of you go after one round if you bothe here right now. He can suck your human cock while I fuck him, then I¡¯ll fill your womb with my seed while he watches, and the two of you can leave the Warren for good.¡± My bunny-eared lover takes a step toward Peter. ¡°Cottontail¡­¡± I say, and I hate to admit I let a little uncertainty creep into my voice. ¡°Alex, let¡¯s just get it over with and do what he says. You can¡¯t win.¡± Fuck. A third-tier monster. My Tamer training says to bend over when a powerful monster catches you. I¡¯m no stranger to surrendering to an unstoppable force. And yet, that mark¡­ *The Wolf Lord¡¯s Toy ¨C Three Canine Marks!* It¡¯s pissed me off ever since I got it. I know I¡¯ll get something even worse if I submit to this. If I allow that bastard to take my woman¡­ ¡°I challenge you!¡± All the bunnies and mice in the chamber gasp as I point at Patron Peter. I won¡¯t let myself be stained by another failure. This me is different from the human girl who left town on a suicide mission. Peter clenches his teeth in fury, biting through his carrot ¡®cigar.¡¯ ¡°Fight me for Cottontail! If I win, the two of us leave, and nobodyes after us.¡± ¡°You¡­ dare?¡± Peter cracks his furred knuckles. ¡°A fucking human dares to challenge a third-tier monster? You think I¡¯m a joke because I¡¯m a bunny!?!¡± I mean, sure, I factored that into my decision. Cottontail and Dura are both second-tier monsters, after all. A third-tier is a third-tier, but a Bunny Patron has got to be the weakest monster of that rank, right? He¡¯s no Wolf Lord. A bunny isn¡¯t much of a second-tier monster, so a Bunny Patron can¡¯t be much tougher than an Ogre. I hope. ¡°But, Peter, she¡¯s just a girl!¡± ¡°Shut up, Lois!¡± Peter backhands the dormouse, knocking her to the floor. ¡°This is about respect!¡± Cottontail rushes to my side. We hug, which feels a bit odd considering she¡¯s taller than me at this stature. ¡°Are you sure about this?¡± I don¡¯t me her, considering she doesn¡¯t know about my upgrades today. On the other hand, I do know what I have, and I¡¯m not certain about my chances either. ¡°It¡¯s toote to back out, now.¡± 39. The Warren Part 4 39. The Warren Part 4 Peter the Bunny Patron advances toward me and Cottontail as his line of future fuck-toys scatters to hide behind pirs and in the room¡¯s corners. ¡°What¡¯s the matter, girlie? Sure you¡¯re up for this?¡± A little of my uncertainty must be showing. Hey, this is my first time facing a third-tier monster in battle, and I don¡¯t have mypanions, of course I¡¯m nervous! ¡°One sec.¡± *Canine Marks ¨C Two* Wolf Nose Dire Wolf Nose Wolf Lord¡¯s Nose Wolf ws Dire Wolf ws Wolf Lord¡¯s ws Cinderwolf ws Wolf Tail Dire Wolf Tail Wolf Lord¡¯s Tail Cinderwolf Tail Wolf Legs Wolf Rush Dire Wolf Legs Wolf Lord¡¯s Legs Cinderwolf Legs Wolf Jaws Dire Wolf Jaws Wolf Lord¡¯s Jaws Cinderwolf Ember Magic Wolf Cock Dire Wolf Cock Wolf Lord¡¯s Cock Cinderwolf Cock I really wanted to experiment with the Canine options before being put in a situation like this. I know there must be other hidden abilities like Wolf Rush, but I can¡¯t deduce which path will unlock something useful. I¡¯d go for Cinderwolf Rush, but I don¡¯t have enough remaining marks to select Wolf Legs-->Cinderwolf Legs-->Cinderwolf Rush. Having Wolf Rush equipped isn¡¯t doing me any favors in this department. Ember Magic seems the obvious choice, but I should pick it second. I¡¯ve got one chance to unlock something great and select it with myst mark. ws? I already have a spear. Jaws? Spear again. I¡¯m risking a redundancy, or maybe what I¡¯m looking for is hiding underneath¡­? Also, why no Wolf Ears??? *Selected Wolf Tail!* A furry rear-appendage sprouts from the base of my spine. I desperately check the Canine tree for an update. Nothing. Shit. Aaahhhrg!!! Stupid bad luck, why is there no damn guidebook for this? What was I thinking? The best I could¡¯ve expected was another movement skill, right? Why not go for broke with the ws or jaws, then? Because I¡¯d look weird? That¡¯s no excuse! Moron! Alright. I¡¯m done berating myself. My next choice had better carry me to victory, though. *Selected Cinderwolf Ember Magic!* ¡°Quit ying with yourself and focus up.¡± Peter gets my attention and ps his belly. ¡°I¡¯ll give you a single free shot. Hit me anywhere, full force. Or I can let you off the hook if you get down on your knees and suck me in front of my failure of a son. Either works for me, heh, heh, heh.¡± I ball my fists, crack my neck, and approach the Bunny Patron. Looking up, this is the worst weight differential I¡¯ve had to deal with. Worse than when an Ogre came hunting me on my first day as a Tamer. I¡¯m the size of a Goblin, and he¡¯s eight feet tall, almost three times my height. Unfortunately, I spent most of my avable marks getting here, and can¡¯t refund my choices until sunrise. He glowers down at me as we square off, both naked, him at least covered in fur. I rear back, summon my spear, draw upon my Orc Strength, and jab him in the gut with the butt. Peter doubles over, coughing. I must¡¯ve hit his diaphragm. ¡°What the fuck was that? I might actually bruise¡­ You¡¯re no ordinary human, are you girlie?¡± ¡°The tail didn¡¯t give it away?¡± In my wildest fantasies, I ended it with that blow. But what was I supposed to do, stab him with the pointy end? Slit his throat? Yes, Peter is a douche, and yes, he¡¯s made unreasonable demands from me and my woman, but this isn¡¯t a situation where I straight-up kill him. I believe him when he says he protects the Warren from Mole-men. If I remove Peter, the Fuzzy poption gets decimated, and the monster poptions that prey on the Fuzzies start Incursions on nearby territories (like my hometown) to keep from starving. Removing him could start an ecological disaster. Killing Peter with a cheap shot would probably get me a nastily worded mark, anyway. I¡¯d feel dirty, and it¡¯d put a serious strain on my rtionship with Cottontail. She may not like her dad, but he¡¯s still her dad. Emotions can be weird like that. Better to make it clear to Peter I¡¯m not someone to y around with and have a real fight. Humiliate him in defeat. ¡°Alright, consider me interested,¡± Peter says as he cracks his knuckles and winds up a haymaker. ¡°Let¡¯s see what you¡¯re made of.¡± As he throws the punch aimed far above my head, I¡¯m baffled. There¡¯s no way that¡¯s going to hit me down here, right? I¡¯m the one who looks like an idiot as I sense Earth Magic activating behind me. I¡¯m a moment toote to counterspell as a pir of stone erupts from the ground to hit me from behind,unching me into the air at an angle, directly into Peter¡¯s trajectory. Cancer Summon Armor! The crab shell te mail appears on me in the nick of time, absorbing a good portion of the blow. I¡¯m still sent rocketing away with cracks spiderwebbing across the armor¡¯s chest te. Landing on my feet, I skid backward several yards before stopping. ¡°You¡¯re soft, girlie. You didn¡¯t go for the kill when you had the chance. Why? Because you give a shit about these rodents? Big mistake.¡± I cough and hack; his punch knocked the wind out of me. Shit, he only hits a little harder than an Orc, but he¡¯s more dangerous than an Ogre. Peter is an intelligent fighter. Combine that with his strength and magic, and there¡¯s no denying he deserves to be called ¡®third-tier.¡¯ I¡¯m already having to resummon my damaged armor. ¡°This won''t be a challenge,¡± Peter says after taking my measure, and the Bunny Patron advances on me. Okay, he caught me off-guard the first time. I wasn¡¯t expecting Earth Magic at all, let alone the power of a third-tier spell. Now I can show him Fast Learner. Peter winds up a haymaker, and I dodge aside. I counterspell his Earth Magic, but his higher tier spell-work is so much faster. A second spell surprises me, and I¡¯m punted into the air again. This time, I interpose the shaft of my summoned spear to block part of his blow. The fisting at me breaks through the spear shaft to hit my chest. Ind on my feet skidding backward, but my chest te is intact. The damage I took is reduced. I smirk. ¡°Think you got me figured out, girlie? Care to try that again?¡± I reply by summoning another spear and chucking it at him. Peter catches the projectile in one hand and snaps the shaft with his thumb. I seriously need a better weapon. The Bunny Patron approaches me a third time, and I backpedal. His strides eat the distance between us. I use Wolf Rush topensate and hop an extra spear length away as Peter winds up his haymaker yet again. My senses search the nearby ground for his Earth Magic in preparation to counterspell, but when I detect his magic, it¡¯s nowhere near me. I look up to find he¡¯s coated his fist in stone. When he punches, Peterunches the rock glove at me. I¡¯m hit in the chest te, knocking me for a loop, and Ind prone. My armor is severely fractured around the point of impact, forcing me to resummon my armor. I¡¯m getting woozy from the repeated beatings. I regain my wits in the nick of time to counterspell a stone pir that would¡¯veunched me into another Peter haymaker. This isn¡¯t good. I have to concede I can¡¯t handle him with my base speed. Wolf Rush! The speed boost allows me to stay a step ahead of Peter¡¯s Earth Magic, but the stamina cost of constantly maintaining it will be a huge factor in deciding the victor. I need to do some damage! Switching to the ded side of the spear, I test Peter with a sh to his side. The stone de of the spear has trouble cutting through his fur, and then there¡¯s all his fat to get through. ¡°What is this, a papercut?¡± the Bunny Patron mocks my efforts. If I can¡¯t evade without Wolf Rush, and I can¡¯t wound him, I¡¯m fucked. Wait, how did I beat the Mole-men? I shoot a jet of Water Magic at Peter. It doesn¡¯t hurt him or anything, but it does pool at his feet. The Bunny Patron starts churning the dirt to mud as he turns to follow my strafing. Except, Peter is smarter than a Mole-man. ¡°Nice try, but you¡¯ll have to do better than that.¡± The Bunny Patron simply elevates the ground beneath him a few inches. Now, my water flows away from him without lingering long enough to be mud. If Arie¡¯s Water doesn¡¯t work, and my Earth Magic is focused on counterspelling, then maybe¡­ I activate Ember Magic with a flex of will. A current of hot air blows from my left hand as heat radiates from my palms. My right is gripping the spear shaft, which crackles and glows with embers along the length. But it doesn¡¯t burn. Instead, the spear tip glows a dull cherry red. Sweet! It¡¯s like Suka is here by my side. I chuck the ember spear at Peter. He catches the shaft like before, but it crumbles in his grip, and the spearhead continues its flight to cut a shallow wound in his side. Fur around the cut smokes and smolders until he pats out the small fire. ¡°Aaahhh! Shit! This fucking whore keeps pulling out more tricks,¡± Peter yells in pain as he hurriedly drops the embers burning his hand. Now this is a fight! I summon a spear in each hand while channeling Ember Magic and throw them as I strafe around Peter. The Bunny Patron chases me and throws rocks or uses them to block, having learned it¡¯s no use catching my projectiles now. I counterspell about one in three of his Earth Magic spells, the tier gap between us being what it is. My Wolf Rush speed keeps me a hairsbreadth out of range and ahead of his rocks while I pummel him with burning spears. The heated spearheads cut into his flesh again and again. Ember spear shafts crumble across his chest and arms, spraying hot coals across his fur which need to be smothered, further stalling the Bunny Patron. It¡¯s close, but I see myself edging out a win before exhausting my stamina. ¡°Hold still you little bitch!¡± He¡¯s losing his cool while Fast Learner is finally paying out. Peter rears back for a haymaker, but I anticipate and dodge his first and second rock pirs, then counterspell the third. I¡¯m narrowly out of this attack¡¯s range and decide to use the opportunity to summon another ember spear. Then Peter¡¯s hand switches from fist to open palm. It¡¯s not something I¡¯ve seen him do before, so Fast Learner fails to predict what happens next. ¡°Summon Carrot.¡± A world-record-sized root vegetable appears in Peter¡¯s hand like a club. ¡®It must weigh fifty pounds,¡¯ my brain has time to register as he swings at me in slow motion. The weapon''s added reach turns my previously ''safe'' positioning into Peter''s perfect strike-zone. ¡°What the f¡ª¡± The world spins around me as I fly through the air. Then everythinges to a sudden stop as I hit one of the stone pirs. My entire suit of crab armor shatters. I don¡¯t even feel the pain until I peel off the rock and fall to the floor. Then, everything hurts. I try to rise, but I can¡¯t feel my legs. I try to prop myself up, but my arm is bent the wrong way. I must¡¯ve broken every bone in my body. I can¡¯t breathe, and there¡¯s a metallic taste in my mouth. Then I vomit, and I can smell the blood. Peter¡­ he fucking tricked me into thinking I had the upper hand so he could get a cheap shot, the bastard! ¡°Cot¡ªugh,¡± I try to say Cottontail¡¯s name to tell him I¡¯m alright, but I can¡¯t finish without coughing. My lungs are filling with blood. I think I¡¯m dying. ¡°Oops. Sorry, Cottontail. Looks like I hit your girlie a little too hard. No worries, though. I¡¯ll be sure to give you the dick you so clearly crave in her ce. Every. Single. Day.¡± There¡¯s no way I¡¯m letting that happen! I somehow manage to roll myself onto my back. I¡¯ve got to have something left in my marks! *Goblinoid Marks ¨C One* Goblin Ears Goblinoid Ears (Apprentice, Hob, Orc) Goblin Gut Goblinoid Gut (Apprentice, Hob, Orc) Goblin Nails Hobgoblin Nails Goblin Stature Hobgoblin Stature Orc Stature Orc Strength Goblinoid Cock (Goblin, Hob, Orc) Goblin Apprentice Fast Learner Goblin Apprentice Quick Study Goblin Apprentice Summon Spectacles Summon Club (Hobgoblin, Orc) Nothing¡­ Orc Stature won¡¯t save me now, and I¡¯ll be stuck underground if I select it. I made a choice at the start of this fight to focus on evasion rather than pit an Orc body against his. Maybe I should''vemitted to staying here overnight, but it''s toote to second guess myself. *Forest Marks ¨C Two* Mandragora Photosynthesis Pitcher Treefolk Photosynthesis Twisted Treefolk Twisted Apple Twisted Treefolk Roots Pitcher Treefolk Vines Mandragora nt Growth Magic Pitcher Treefolk nt Growth Magic Twisted Treefolk Bark Skin Twisted Treefolk Earth Magic Twisted Treefolk Cock Pitcher Treefolk Stomach Acid Nothing¡­ *Fuzzy Marks ¨C One* Rodent Nose (Bunny, Mouse, Mole-man) Rodent Ears (Bunny, Mouse) Rodent Stature (Bunny, Mouse, Mole-man) Rodent Tail (Bunny, Mouse) Rodent Legs (Bunny, Mouse) Rodent Cock (Bunny, Mouse, Mole-man) Bunny Stamina Mole-man Earth Magic Mole-man ws Mole-man Summon Shovel Nothing! *Slime Marks ¨C One* Slime Constitution Slime Constitution (Jellyfish, Fuzzy) Slime Malleability Slime Malleability (Jellyfish, Fuzzy) Slime Mutability Slime Mutability (Jellyfish, Fuzzy) Slime Hair / Legs / Arms Jellyfish Slime Tentacles Furry Slime Flesh Shaping Fuzzy Slime Fur There! I reach with my arm that isn¡¯t broken to make a choice. *Selected Slime Constitution!* I¡¯m not sure what that does, because nothing miraculous happens. I don¡¯t suddenly turn into a Slime and regenerate all my wounds. I don¡¯t have time to figure this one out¡­ Everything is getting cold¡­ Then there¡¯s a burning hot sensation on my tummy tattoos, and a pink glow engulfs me. I feel bones snap into position in an ancient human fireworks show of pain. I can feel my legs again! I cough and vomit, expelling blood from my lungs and stomach as my wounds close and my blood pressure supernaturally stabilizes. I check my status again. *Pets* *Exhausted Pink Slime Core* Olindia! She saved my life and gave me another shot at this fight. 40. The Warren Part 5 – Rematch 40. The Warren Part 5 ¨C Rematch ¡°The fuck was that light?¡± Peter asks. I don¡¯t have much time. What has the best chance of turning the tables here? *Forest Marks ¨C Two* Mandragora Photosynthesis Pitcher Treefolk Photosynthesis Twisted Treefolk Twisted Apple Twisted Treefolk Roots Pitcher Treefolk Vines Mandragora nt Growth Magic Pitcher Treefolk nt Growth Magic Twisted Treefolk Bark Skin Twisted Treefolk Earth Magic Twisted Treefolk Cock Pitcher Treefolk Stomach Acid I could try to force-feed him a Twisted Apple. Maybe the tree roots would trip him? Unless the roots are growing from my feet¡­ Bark Skin would add a secondyer of defense, but will it be enough? If I get Stomach Acid, I could puke on him, but wouldn¡¯t any that gets on me burn my skin, too? *Selected Mandragora Photosynthesis!* *Selected Pitcher Treefolk Vines!* I hope this works. ¡°I¡¯d run if I were you,¡± Peter says as he looks me up and down. ¡°Retreat to the surface and leave your boy toy with his daddy.¡± The Bunny Patron thrusts his hips as he talks, shaking his fat ass and making me want to puke again. ¡°Not a chance,¡± I say as I rise to my feet and don a new set of my crab armor. ¡°I¡¯m going to kick your butt.¡± ¡°Too bad.¡± Peter tosses the carrot in one hand as he talks. ¡°I don¡¯t know what spell you used to heal those wounds, but I doubt you can do that more than once a day. That¡¯d be overpowered as fuck, heh, heh, heh.¡± I think he¡¯s right. If Olindia is ¡®exhausted¡¯ as my status menu suggests, then she probably refreshes at sunrise. I¡¯ll have to rely on my new marks. Peter advances on me, carrot club hoisted over a shoulder, resuming our battle. I activate Wolf Rush, dodge a stone pir, counterspell a thrown rock with my Earth Magic, and almost mistime a duck when he swings the carrot at my head. The biggest problem I¡¯ve had dealing with Peter is Fast Learner¡¯sckluster performance. Up until now, fighting the Fishman, then the Mole-men, Orcs, Treefolk, and Suka, my opponents have had straightforwardbat styles. They¡¯ve had movement patterns, predictable timing, and one or two offensive options at most. The longer the fight goes on, the better I understand them. Peter hasn¡¯t been like that. The way he switches between fighting styles almost feels like dealing with separate opponents one after another. Some of what I¡¯ve learned has carried over, sure, but I don¡¯t feel that godlike sense of borderline precognition I expect at the end of a long fight. I¡¯m having to re-learn his timing with the carrot club, now. Worse, I have to unlearn his timing with the haymakers the carrot is recing. Unless he sneaks in a punch when I least expect it¡­ Yeah, if Peter figures out my cornerstone ability, he¡¯ll probably start poisoning my Fast Learner with a false pattern before increasing his tempo tond a killing blow. That¡¯s the kind of fighter he is. I wouldn¡¯t be surprised if he has something else tucked away, waiting to spring it on me. Then I¡¯ll just have to force him to use all his tricks! I¡¯ve been stalling and dodging while learning how to use my Treefolk Vines. It¡¯s super weird. I have these subcutaneous nodules at key points around my body, mostly at joints like my elbows, hips, wrists, and shoulders. With an expenditure of will, these nodules produce prehensile nt vines at a burst-growth rate of several feet per second. There¡¯s a cooldown period after that. The next time I dodge Peter¡¯s carrot club, Iunch my vines at his arm, attempting to entangle him. The Bunny Patron reacts without surprise, ruthlessly yanking his arm back to pull me off my feet. His left hand¡¯s rocky knuckle duster punches me in the sr plexus before I can blink. I¡¯m sent flying again, hitting another stone pir, and all my crab armor shatters. Despite everything, I¡¯m right back where I started. Sorry, Olindia¡­ Except, his punch didn¡¯t hurt that bad. I don¡¯t think I broke any bones either and I¡¯m strangely clearheaded after deserving a concussion. What gives? Then I remember Slime Constitution. I see! It doesn¡¯t heal wounds; rather, it prevents them. Basically, my bones and internal organs have be slightly gtinous, thusly resistant to blunt damage. I¡¯ll still bleed if cut, and I¡¯ll die if I¡¯m ttened, but I can tank harder hits now. ¡°Yeah, I¡¯m not letting you get back up this time, girlie.¡± The Bunny Patron looms over me, club hoisted high in both hands. Okay, that could definitely kill me. I¡¯m prone with precious few seconds remaining, and he¡¯ll probably block my escape route with Earth Magic. A mental check reveals my vines snapped clean at the nodules when Peter punched me, and they¡¯re on cooldown. I¡¯m up shit creek without a paddle. ¡°AAAHHH!!! MY FUCKING BALLS!¡± Peter drops his carrot club and reaches for his nuts as a lone figure dashes from between his legs to my side. ¡°Cottontail?¡± I stare in shock as my favorite bunny girl spits out a chunk of flesh and wipes blood from her mouth. I underestimated her, assuming I was alone down here, but I had two faithfulpanions at my side! ¡°I won¡¯t let you hurt Alex, father.¡± ¡°You can¡¯t be here,¡± I tell her as I get to my feet. ¡°He¡¯ll kill you!¡± ¡°I can help. We just need to split his attention.¡± ¡°I¡¯M GONNA SPLIT YOU IN HALF, BOY!¡± Peter summons two carrot clubs, one in each hand, and starts throwing them rapid-fire. I knew he was hiding a trump card! He¡¯s definitely going all-out this time. The flying carrots dig furrows in the ground where theynd or leave impact craters on the stone pirs. Cottontail and I both dodge aside. My long-eared lover is surprisingly agile, bouncing from floor to stone pir, then rebounding onto the floor with bunny hops. Seeing her move gives me an idea. The stone pirs are everywhere in this room, but I haven¡¯t been using them to my advantage. I throw ember spears to retake Peter¡¯s aggro. The burning darts illuminate the undergroundir in bursts of sparks as they impact the Bunny Patron¡¯s sides and back. In his rage, Peter ignores his smoking fur to turn and throw carrot clubs my way. My vines are off cooldown. I extend them on my right side to grab a stone pir, then reel them in to pull me aside. The carrot club sails past me as I¡¯m slung toward the pir. Landing on my feet, I spring off the vertical surface using Harpy Lightweight to replicate Cottontail¡¯s bunny hop. The result is a new movement style that¡¯s faster than my Wolf Rush and more stamina-efficient because I can reuse my vines. I don¡¯t have to regrow them each time as they¡¯re dexterous enough to release the stone pir as I leap away. That also removes the growth cooldown. Peter isn¡¯t fast enough to chase me down, and neither his carrots nor Earth Magic can hit me while I¡¯m focused on dodging. I¡¯m slower when throwing spears, but that¡¯s why Cottontail came to help. She jumps in to bite him whenever Peter doesn¡¯t show her respect. Then Ind a few ember spears whenever he splits his attention to attack Cottontail. The longer he ignores my embers, the more fur catches on fire. Soon, he¡¯s smoking all over and the pain has destroyed his logical decision-making. He¡¯s throwing carrots in all directions in a berserk rage, but that¡¯s the kind of brainless fighting style my Fast Learner is actually best at predicting. Cottontail hides behind the pirs while I start tossing ember spears with impunity. Peter and I throw projectiles at one another non-stop, but all of mine arending, and none of his can hit me. Dozens of cutscerate the Bunny Patron¡¯s sides and limbs. He¡¯s bleeding all over, but not enough to put out the fire. Finally, he stops, drops, and rolls. Peter writhes on the ground until the dirt smothers his burning fur. ¡°Surrender or die.¡± I hold the tip of an ember spear to his eye. Covered in mud and blood, the Bunny Patron looks up at me, and says, ¡°Fuck you, girlie. I give up.¡± *Trounced the Bunny Patron ¨C One Fuzzy Mark!* I smile with satisfaction when I read the new mark¡¯s title. While I didn''t win totally solo, engendering loyalty in others is just another form of power, right? None of Peter''s children or lovers leaped to his aid. I feel justified in epting this mark. ¡°Damnit, I should¡¯ve recognized those tattoos from the start. I just couldn''t believe it because you still look mostly human. But you¡¯re not. You¡¯re the new Echidna.¡± Oh, my God Beast! What the fuck is an echidna? 41. A Quiet Night at Home, Part 1 (R-18) 41. A Quiet Night at Home, Part 1 (R-18) ¡°What the fuck is an echidna?¡± Suka says as I wrap up the tale of my adventure. I came home to find Gabby tinkering at her work-in-progress alchemy table while Suka sat on the bed petting Flou. I¡¯d half-expected the three of them to be mid-orgy when I returned, but I think I get why not. They¡¯re only irrepressibly horny when I¡¯m around because of my human scent. Sure, they get urges from time to time and use each other to fulfill those needs, but it isn¡¯t a constant thing without my presence stimting their libidos. ¡°An echidna is an eggying spiny anteater,¡± Gabby exins as she adjusts her spectacles. ¡°They went extinct several centuries ago if the records are to be believed. However, I doubt that is what Peter meant. Ancient human words often had more than one meaning. I suspect the answer would be in the Book of Monsters¡­¡± ¡°¡­But the page was torn out,¡± I finish. The green shortstack nods sagely. ¡°That, along with anything about the monster that bestowed you with this magic. There¡¯s no way he hasn¡¯t done the same thing to other women over the years, hence the ¡®new¡¯ echidna. At least we have a lead, though I¡¯ll have to visit a library to learn more. I raise an eyebrow. ¡°Is there really a library around here?¡± ¡°I heard a rumor about one deep in the Misty Grove,¡± Gabby says with a greedy glint in her eye, ¡°Inside a dungeon.¡± I can¡¯t imagine what the Apprentice would do for ess to a library. ¡°Did Peter say anything else of note?¡± ¡°No.¡± I sigh. ¡°He started moaning about his balls (orck thereof), and we decided to leave before things got hairy.¡± ¡°Remind me why you didn¡¯t kill the bastard?¡± Suka says with a half-wolfish snarl. ¡°He protects the Warren from Mole-men. Removing him could decimate the Fuzzy folk poption, resulting in multiple incursions that might end up sending starving monsters to destroy my hometown.¡± Suka snorts heavily, showing how she feels about the excuse despite my logic. Personally, I¡¯m more concerned with leaving the Fuzzy folk with him. I hated leaving them behind, but I¡¯m not ready to relocate an entire underground colony to the hut. I need more sources of food and better protection for when I¡¯m away. I can¡¯t stay at home all the time like Peter. However, those are all things I¡¯m confident I can get eventually. Returning to liberate the Warren is a new personal goal I won¡¯t forget about. After that, I¡¯ll have to worry about all the starving predators relying on the Fuzzy folk for food, otherwise they¡¯ll attack me or my hometown. Is it even possible to find a recement that satisfies everyone? Do I have any business thinking I can implement such arge-scale change? It¡¯s something to consider. ¡°And why didn¡¯t we know about Peter when we let Alex go into the Warren alone?¡± Gabby asks with exasperation and a twitching eye. ¡°I-i-it was¡­ m-m-my fault. I¡¯m so sorry!¡± Cottontail apologizes while visibly shaking, ending in a high-pitched squeak as she bows. ¡°I was going to wait for Alex by the entrance, but we were spottedst night. I didn¡¯t know he found out until Peter summoned me right before Alex arrived. He questioned me for hours, then found out Alex had been ¡®captured¡¯ and summoned her as well. You know the rest.¡± ¡°I guess the Patron doesn¡¯t get out much,¡± Suka added. ¡°I hadn¡¯t even heard a rumor about a third-tier bunny in the Warren.¡± ¡°All the more reason why our new pet deserves a thorough punishment,¡± Gabby says as she sashays up to Cottontail. She swings her arm around to p the bunny girl¡¯s buttock, then grips and squeezes the soft flesh. ¡°Eep!¡± Cottontail squeaks, and the cute sound of her voice makes my cock twitch. Gabby must feel the same way because her constantly semi-hard Apprentice Rod goes full mast. The Goblin¡¯s enormous wooden dick brushes against Cottontail¡¯s much smaller stiffening bunny ¡®clit.¡¯ ¡°So b-big,¡± the bunny girl whispers to herself. Suka, noticing Cottontail¡¯s suppressed excitement, approaches the bunny girl from the other side. She presses her slender breasts against Cottontail¡¯s head, leaning ominously over the bunny to emphasize their difference in height. ¡°I think you¡¯re right, Gabby. She needs proper discipline.¡± Cottontail shivers. ¡°A-Alex? I¡¯m getting scared, and it¡¯s doing weird things to my clitty¡­¡± That reminds me! We met in part because Cottontail has a predator fetish. ¡°I did insist that you be my prey, and mine alone, Cottontail.¡± Both Suka and Gabby look to me for permission before continuing. I smile deviously. ¡°Now¡¯s a great time to educate you about the ¡®Food Chain!¡¯ See, as long as I¡¯m at the top, everything should be fine.¡± The Goblin and Cinderwolf return their focus to the tender bunny girl with hungry grins. ¡°I¡¯ve never tasted raw bunny before,¡± Gabby says in a breathy voice as she gently rakes her Goblin nails down Cottontail¡¯s chest from neck to hip, briefly brushing a sensitive nipple. Suka leans in to take a deep, deep whiff of Cottontail¡¯s fragrance. ¡°She smells delicious.¡± Then the Cinderwolf licks the bunny girl¡¯s neck. ¡°She tastes good, too.¡± Cottontail¡¯s breath hitches as Gabby presses her ample bust against the bunny girl¡¯s side. A single razor-sharp nail caresses the underside of Cottontail¡¯s little throbbing shaft and hairless purse without drawing blood. ¡°Ahn!¡± Suka nibbles the bunny girl¡¯s ear, and a droplet of droolnds on Cottontail¡¯s shivering shoulder. ¡°I want a taste as well,¡± Gabby says as she stands on her tiptoes to sink her sharp Goblin teeth into the slightly taller bunny girl¡¯s throat. ¡°Ah-ah-ahn!!!¡± Cottontail¡¯s spine arches, and her eyes roll up into her head as she shakes and spasms, pressed between two beautiful monster girls trying to eat her alive. Cum shoots from her little clitty in a spectacr hands-free climax. ¡°She¡¯s spilling perfectly good cream! Such a bad bunny,¡± Suka says as her hand reaches down to catch the next spurt of spilled semen. The Cinderwolf licks her fingerssciviously, causing Cottontail to continue cumming hard as the bunny girl watches a predator enjoy her taste. ¡°Nice vor, though.¡± ¡°You¡¯re right,¡± Gabby agrees after catching the next load in her palm and giving it a lick. ¡°Not as good as human, but I could get used to this taste.¡± Cottontail gulps audibly, head spinning with dizzy spirals in her eyes as she¡¯s totally overwhelmed by her two new predators. I¡¯m so happy my girls are getting along! This is everything I didn¡¯t know to ask for in a dream harem! I¡¯m getting excited just watching them. ¡°As hot as this is, why is nobody asking why Alex is green, now?¡± Flou asks the question on every monster¡¯s mind (if low on the priority list) as she speaks for the first time since we got home. ¡°A talking Slime?¡± Cottontail says as shees to her senses and blinks in surprise. The poor Fuzzy Slime melts into a depressed puddle. ¡°Wait, isn¡¯t that Flou¡¯s voice?¡± The Fuzzy Slime stiffens to attention, her ears standing on end as if electrified. ¡°Y-you recognize me?!?¡± The bunny girl looks at the former bunny girl, now Fuzzy Slime, and rushes over. Cottontail scoops Flou into her arms, lifting the furred droplet and tightly hugs the long-eared Slime. ¡°Flou, you¡¯re alive!¡± The little Slime shudders and cries as she¡¯s embraced by her cousin despite having changed shape so drastically. ¡°Flou, what happened?¡± Cottontail pets her cousin¡¯s auburn fur while waiting for an answer. ¡°I was captured by Goblins, who were entranced by these Treefolk,¡± Flou begins afterposing herself. ¡°They were rounding up a bunch of us for food. I was next when Alex literally pulled me from one of the Treefolk¡¯s jaws. But¡­ I was wounded. I was dying. Alex offered me a choice, and I decided to risk it for a chance at a new life. Well, here I am.¡± Cottontail runs to me, weeping, and throws her arms around me, squishing Flou between us. ¡°Alex!¡± The bunny girl cries on my shoulder, since I still have Goblin Stature equipped. ¡°Alex, why are you so good to me? How are you real? You saved me, stopped Peter, and rescued Flou! Then you take me to a wonderful ce where all my fantasiese true? I haven¡¯t done anything to deserve this.¡± I remember Cottontail distracting the Mole-men to let the Fuzzies escape. ¡°But you have. You deserve everything those beautiful monsters and I will be doing to all your holes. Every. Single. Night.¡± Suka and Gabby smile at us, nodding enthusiastically. ¡°This has to be a dream¡­¡± I cup Cottontail¡¯s chin, lifting it to kiss her on the lips. ¡°Then dream a little dream with me.¡± 42. A Quiet Night at Home, Part 2 (R-18) 42. A Quiet Night at Home, Part 2 (R-18) I did eventually exin my skin, size, and tail. Gabby was actually exercising a lot of restraint to let me get through my story without questioning every little thing. She was severely put out when I confessed she¡¯d have to wait another night for Wolf Cock. Ahem. It turns out this ability allows me to supplement my diet by sunbathing, as well as manifest nt-type body modifications (like the vines). We (Gabby) specte that each higher tier of Photosynthesis will rece a greater portion of my daily caloric requirements. Also, sunburns are a thing of the past. ¡°Photosynthesis is what nts do to make food, right?¡± I ask. ¡°Correct,¡± the Goblin girl agrees, doing an admirable job steering clear of a patronizing tone. ¡°Yes! See, Mrs. Fleece, I was paying attention in ss!¡± ¡°Who?¡±
We¡¯re all surprised when Flou demands the first turn with Cottontail. We acquiesce when she promises we won¡¯t regret it. ¡°Are you sure about this?¡± Cottontail asks from behind the bedsheet curtain we strung up. ¡°Trust me, they¡¯ll love it!¡± Flou encourages, also behind the curtain. ¡°My Slime instincts are predatory, so I¡¯vee to understand how they think.¡± ¡°You¡¯re a predator now, too?¡± *Sounds of coughing* ¡°¡­Um, don¡¯t worry about that, Cottontail. Focus on showing off!¡± The bunny girl demurely emerges from behind the curtain. She¡¯s wearing a ruffled tube top and frilly miniskirt that bares her midriff, both made of auburn fur. Thebo is super effective. ¡°How do I look?¡± she asks the three of us sitting on the bed. Suka¡¯s teeth are chattering with suppressed hunger. Gabby is squirming in her seat as her wooden rod bes super sensitive. My own erection is like a steel beam. ¡°Fucking adorable,¡± I somehow manage after swallowing my saliva. ¡°This outfit brings out Cottontail¡¯s innocent charm,¡± Flou announces to the group. ¡°It makes predators want to push her down and ravage her nubile body.¡± ¡°Really?¡± the bunny girl shyly nces at us over her shoulder. Suka, Gabby, and I all gulp simultaneously. ¡°Alright, back behind the curtain!¡± Flou demands. ¡°I¡¯ve got something really spectacr in mind.¡± The three of us look at one another in disbelief as if questioning how this outfit could possibly be topped. ¡°T-t-this one seems a little¡­ extreme?¡± Cottontail voices a weak protest from behind the curtain. ¡°I insist.¡± ¡°O-okay.¡± When Cottontail emerges this time, all doubts are blown away. It¡¯s a bikini swimsuit with a heart-shaped cutout on the chest between her nipples. The banana hammock puts her bulge on full disy while concealing just enough to tickle the imagination. Then the bunny girl turns about at Flou¡¯s insistence while bending forward to stick out her butt. The bikini bottom has total ass coverage¡­ except for a heart-shaped cutout with a perfect hairless rosebud at the center. Her fluffy cotton tail perches atop dat ass like a dollop of whipped cream. Suko lifts her chin and howls, her wolf instincts irrepressible. Gabby¡¯s Goblin ws dig furrows in the bed. My heart hammers in my chest, and my cock threatens to explode just sitting here staring at the bunny girl¡¯s butt. Cottontail smiles demurely while watching our reactions as if inviting us to pounce. ¡°I call this outfit, ¡®Ringing the dinner bell,¡¯¡± Flou proims. Then the bunny girl tantly tempts us by waggling her ass in front of us as if ringing said bell. I can¡¯t wait a second longer. ¡°I want her first,¡± I say, and my girls grant me this, restraining themselves. I approach the bunny girl and put my hands on her shoulders as she straightens. ¡°Cottontail, do you want to bear my children?¡± She sadly casts her gaze downward. ¡°That¡¯s the one thing I can¡¯t do for you, Alex. Even if I want to be your woman, it¡¯s in spirit only. I have b-balls and a p-penis, even if we call it a clitty. Peter was right; I¡¯ll never be a woman in the eyes of my evolution requirements. No matter how much I¡¯d love to have your child¡­¡± ¡°Cottontail, yesterday I asked you to be my slutty bunny bitch. You said yes, and we¡¯ve both been happier since then. What if you could bear my children? What if?¡± Tears appear in the bunny girl¡¯s eyes. ¡°If I close my eyes and imagine it¡­ then, yes, of course, I want your kits!¡± I spend my most recent female Breeder mark. *Selected Create Womb Seed!* ¡°Now, bend over and raise that ass.¡± Cottontail obeys while bracing her hands on a chair seat. Despite her being taller right now, I¡¯m at a good height to align my tip with her pucker. She¡¯s clean down there, and she¡¯s taken this cock before, but I¡¯m considering if she needs a warmup or if I should start with someone¡¯s vagina to lube my shaft. Unlike Peter or the Twisted Treefolk, I don¡¯t want to hurt my cute bunny girl! ¡°Allow me,¡± Gabby says as she steps forward. The Goblin Apprentice waves her ¡®rod¡¯ in our direction and cups her hands beneath the tip. A slick white foam appears there and pools in her palms. Gabby then transfers the substance to me, and I recognize it immediately. ¡°That¡¯s Kani¡¯s Slippery Foam Magic! That¡¯s right, you saw me use it yesterday!¡± I didn¡¯t have enough marks to select it today. Gabby nods. ¡°Another reason for you to keep me around.¡± She says the insecure-sounding line sarcastically with a confident smirk while adjusting her sses. ¡°Thank you, Gabby. You¡¯re sweet,¡± Cottontailpliments the Goblin who tried to actually eat her as recently as the previous day. The green shortstack blushes and sits back on the bed beside Suka. The two girls have reached some sort of arrangement because they reach into each other¡¯sps to exchange handjobs while watching us. I thoroughly coat my shaft with the magical lubricant and press my tip to the bunny girl¡¯s pucker. The entrance this time is smooth as butter. ¡°Ahn!¡± Cottontail moans and pants heavily as soon as I¡¯m inside. ¡°Alex, you¡¯re filling me up! Fuck, you¡¯re enormous¡­ Yes, yes!¡± I put my hands on the bunny girl¡¯s waist and start pumping, making Cottontail cry honeyed affirmations with each thrust. This isn¡¯t a race. I¡¯m enjoying every moment of being inside this soft ass, of holding these subtle curves, and feeling my lover¡¯s anal ring squeezing my shaft. Then Cottontail gasps in shock. ¡°Flou, what are you doing?!?¡± I smile as I realize the Fuzzy Slime is giving my bunny girl the same treatment she gave me earlier. My hands wander to find Cottontail¡¯s nipples under assault by tiny mouths on the inside of the bikini top. Grasping lower reveals the bunny girl¡¯s clitty is being deepthroated by the banana hammock. ¡°Don¡¯t tell me you¡¯re worried about us being cousins?¡± Flou says. ¡°The Slime dissolved my old body, so we¡¯re no longer blood-rted.¡± Despite tossing her head from side to side in overwhelming pleasure, Cottontail manages to voice her feelings, ¡°Flou, no matter what, you¡¯ll always be precious to me.¡± ¡°Fuck,¡± the Fuzzy Slime says, ¡°If you say cute shit like that, there¡¯s no way I can show you any mercy.¡± ¡°Ahn!¡± Cottontail squirms in my arms as the Fuzzy Slime goes nuts on the bunny girl¡¯s nuts. Her backdoor spasms and convulses around me, gripping and massaging my base. ¡°I¡¯m cumming!¡± Flou takes all of the bunny girl¡¯s load this time. The living bikini gulps down the cream spilling from Cottontail¡¯s prostate-stimted orgasm. I bite my lip and start plowing the bunny girl in earnest. My hips m into the plush seat before me with a *plop, plop, plop* sound. ¡°Alex! I-if you k-keep going like that, I¡­ I can¡¯t!¡± Cottontail¡¯s front copses onto the chair and grips the wood like an ancient human sailor in a storm. ¡°Alex, I¡¯m cumming again!¡± This time, the luscious softness on my shaft and the tight squeezing on my base is too much. I thrust as deep as I can go and cum inside Cottontail¡¯s depths. Create Womb Seed is a strange ability, which is quite natural considering the odd requirements. It probably only appears for females with cocks who fuck biological males. As for why it¡¯s a female Breeder mark instead of male, I suppose it¡¯s using magic from my womb to form the ¡®seed¡¯ that instigates the creation of a womb in the target. I shouldn¡¯t be that surprised it¡¯s designed to be administered by a penis. I blow a huge load far inside the bunny girl, and the semen this time has a strange fizziness to it like carbonation. Cottontail feels it too, because she squirms and writhes on my rod. She presses her ass into my crotch, arches her spine, and rubs her thighs together. ¡°I can feel it, Alex! I can feel what you¡¯re doing to me! It¡¯s¡­ it¡¯s¡­ Ahn!!!¡± Her whole body stiffens, and her butt clenches on my dick tighter than ever. I almost cum again because the experience is so intense. Then Cottontail goes limp. She falls off the chair, but Flou instantly switches to her pillow-like Fuzzy Slime form to cushion the bunny girl¡¯s fall. ¡°You okay?¡± I ask, my cock still fully engulfed by her ass. Cottontail looks up from her soft pillow, shudders again, and says, ¡°I¡¯m fine, Alex. It was just a lot all at once.¡± I look down at our connection and say, ¡°It looks like you don¡¯t want me going anywhere.¡± She blushes. ¡°Sorry, I know you have a lot of girls who want your attention tonight. I¡¯ll let you go.¡± With a look of concentration on her face, Cottontail¡¯s sphincter rxes, allowing me to easily slip free with an audible *schlorp.* Cottontail rolls onto her back on the floor, head still on the Flou pillow, revealing a surprise. The bunny girl has a tummy tattoo! It isn¡¯t like mine, exactly. There¡¯s no foreign writing denoting marks from this experience or any other. The tattoo is taking shape just south of her belly button before our very eyes. The ultimate shape itnds on is a uterine chamber with no fallopian tubes. There¡¯s a cervix where it branches away from the colon to protect the sanitary inner chamber. In the middle, I find a sperm shape with my face within a stylized furry coat (referencing the Mole-man penis I used). My sperm icon bounces around the walls of Cottontail¡¯s new womb but doesn¡¯t find anything totch onto and expires with ¡®x¡¯s¡¯ over my eyes. Cottontail is in shock, while Suka and Gabby¡¯s eyes are big as saucers as they register the new tummy tattoo¡¯s presence. ¡°So that¡¯s what that does,¡± Iment to break the silence. 43. A Quiet Night at Home, Part 3 (R-18) 43. A Quiet Night at Home, Part 3 (R-18) ¡°Alright.¡± I look from my bunny girl lounging on a Fuzzy Slime pillow, her gaping asshole dripping cream onto her little ¡®coin sack,¡¯ to my green Goblin shortstack with the twitching wooden rod and wide eyes, to my newest girl. ¡°Suka, you¡¯re next.¡± The bone-ash-haired girl¡¯s wolf ears perk up as she straightens and turns her attention to me. ¡°Gabby, feel free to entertain yourself with Cottontail while I¡¯m busy. It looks like she can¡¯t get pregnant except by imntation.¡± ¡°Got it,¡± Gabby eagerly agrees, helping the bunny girl to her knees. The Goblin then grabs Cottontail by the neck and maneuvers the treefolk cock¡¯s tip to press against her soft puckered lips. Cottontail gets the idea and goes to work servicing the Goblin Apprentice¡¯s rod. The bunny girl seems to get more excited the deeper Gabby¡¯s cock shoves and the rougher treatment she receives. I can practically see the hearts in the bunny girl¡¯s eyes as her face is stuffed, her lips forced to kiss Gabby¡¯s crotch with eleven inches of hardwood in her throat. Gagging on the length only turns the bunny girl on more and brings her clitty to full mast. Flou bes Cottontail¡¯s cushioned seat, no doubt licking and nibbling at the bunny girl¡¯s bountiful bottom. ¡°Now, they¡¯re settled, I can give you my full attention.¡± The Cinderwolf girl pouts and refuses to meet my eyes. ¡°It seems like you¡¯d prefer to fuck any other monster before me.¡± I decide to submit my argument physically. Climbing atop the bed, I sit in Suka¡¯sp and lean in, pressing my Mole-man cock between our bellies, and kiss her. The wolf girl¡¯s lips are hot on mine. I dip my tongue into a hot tub of saliva, finding her oral member eager to meet mine. My arms caress her back, while her fingers dig into my waist. The two of us dance with our mouths for a time while listening to the lewd sounds of a bunny girl being taken orally. When we finally break our kiss, I press a finger to her lips. ¡°Suka, I apologize if I¡¯ve seemed neglectful until now. That wasn¡¯t my intention. Just remember, you have something no other girl who shares my bed can possess. You were my first. Not even Gabby or Arie can say that.¡± ¡°Who¡¯s Arie?¡± Suka asks as I remove my finger. ¡°You¡¯re the only one I want to talk about right now, Suka. You came looking for me. You went to battle at my side. You fought for me.¡± ¡°I fought against you,¡± Suka objects. I counter, ¡°We dueled because we wanted each other. The fight simply determined who gets to Top. Think of it as our first date.¡± I give her a peck on the lips. ¡°You really wanted me all this time?¡± I run my fingers through her bone ash hair and look deep into her burning ember eyes. ¡°Suka, I¡¯ve wanted you from the moment you caught me on the Human ins. I just wanted this rtionship on my terms.¡± I must¡¯ve said exactly what the wolf girl wanted to hear because she¡¯s suddenly all over me. Suka throws me on the bed and starts aggressively kissing my face, neck, and shoulders. She trails kisses to my breasts, grabbing them in both hands as she bathes my nipple with her hot tongue. I release milk as she kneads my chest, and the Cinderwolfps up every drop. Her kisses draw a burning line from my bosom to my groin, lingering on my belly and hips for a moment before continuing. Sukatches onto my erect cock like a woman on a mission. She pumps my shaft with her hand while circling the tip with her searing tongue and dipping her other hand¡¯s fingers lower to find my snatch. ¡°Suka,¡± I moan as she takes me in her volcanic mouth. ¡°Sit on my face.¡± The wolf girl smiles at me with her eyes as she gobbles my cock, then maneuvers herself into position. She throws a leg over my head and backs her ass over my eager mouth without releasing my dick for a second. A tuft of bone ash fur descends onto my face as my nosends between her ass cheeks. Suka is clean as can be from her earlier bout of grass-igniting heat and subsequent Water Magic shower to cool off. She smells like campfires and the nket your girlfriend used to keep warmst night. My tongue worms through her patch of fur to find the soft slick flesh of herbia and clit. Suka adjusts her thighs to better grip my head and presses herself harder against my open mouth. Fortunately, the angle works perfectly to leave my nose unobstructed to deliver fresh air to my lungs, if scented by her personal intimate fragrance. My arms wrap around her waist as we settle in for a long session of mutual oral. That¡¯s when I notice her tail wagging. Its fluffy ashen fur brushes the top of my head repeatedly as Ip at Suka¡¯s cunt. I quickly learn her tail¡¯s speed increases when I find an especially sensitive spot with my tongue. Using this trick, I zero-in on Suka¡¯s weak points and mercilessly attack. The wolf girl is still trying to work her way down my shaft without gagging when her hips begin to buck, and she moans around my shaft. ¡°Mph!¡± I go to town double-time, sucking her mound into my mouth while circling her clit with my tongue. The tail wagging above me frantically demonstrates how the sweet treatment is affecting my lover. She¡¯s too distracted to finish my blowjob while being assaulted like this. That¡¯s when I have an idea. Vines sprout from the nodules present across my lower body. They creep up, growing to encircle the wolf girl¡¯s neck, then tighten, pulling Suka deeper onto my rod and shoving my length into her steaming hot throat. ¡°Mmmph!¡± This time I¡¯m the one groaning with pleasure into her partner¡¯shers. The incredible heat on my groin is sensational. Suka¡¯s already frantic tail wags even harder as she¡¯s forced to finish the blowjob she started. At the same time, I¡¯m licking her clit over and over while squeezing her waist with my arms and burying my face in her ass¡ªforgoing air for extra pressure as I wildly attack Suka¡¯s weak points. The wolf girl bucks and humps my head, her thighs squeezing my skull as my vines lock her into deepthroating my dick. Her gagging throat around my cock pushes me over the edge as I feel her lose control of her body in the throes of an intense orgasm. We cum together, me shooting a huge load directly into her stomach while she squirts love juices all over my face. She gulps down my cream one spurt after the next until my cock quits spasming, and her climax quiets to twitches. My vines release Suka, and the wolf girl pulls off my cock to fill her lungs with fresh air. I¡¯m in no hurry to move from beneath her butt, though. I run my hands along her thighs, waist, and hips, enjoying the quivers my touch elicits in her post-orgasmic blissful state. All good things must end, though, and Suka eventually rolls off me to sprawl on the bed. She has a satisfied, contented expression on her face, and her tail is slowly wagging beneath her. I prop myself up on an elbow and ask, ¡°Still feeling neglected?¡± ¡°No¡­ and my belly is full. I feel like I won¡¯t have to eat again for a week.¡± She rubs her tummy, which has a slight bulge from the bucket of cum I just deposited. ¡°Good, though I doubt it¡¯llst that long.¡± Wey there a moment, taking a breather between rounds. Gabby, Cottontail, and Flou are still going strong across the room if the pping of flesh on flesh is to be believed. I reach over to put a hand on the wolf girl¡¯s belly. She meets my gaze. ¡°Suka, do you want to bear my children?¡± The proud Cinderwolf rises to her knees and crawls over to straddle me. Looking down, she answers, ¡°In Kennel Hills, it doesn¡¯t matter who bears the child. The strong lead regardless. I still intend to defeat you and make you my bitch when I evolve¡­ but that won¡¯t change how I feel about pups. I want yours, Alex, whether they¡¯re human or whateveres out of the thing between your legs, it doesn¡¯t matter as long as they¡¯re ours.¡± I pat my belly, motioning for Suka to study my tummy tattoo. Thankfully, I didn¡¯t lose the embryo while fighting Peter. After today¡¯s battles, Maternal Fetus Protection has definitely risen on my priority list. I don¡¯t know what I¡¯d do if a mistake I made inbat damaged one of the precious children I made with any of these amazing women. ¡°This boy here, in me, is Gabby¡¯s. I¡¯d like to put him in you, Suka.¡± The wolf girl contemtes for a moment before speaking as she lifts her gaze to the Goblin roughly face-fucking a bunny. ¡°It was her spark that allowed me to be this. She protects you fiercely. She is special to you. And she is¡­ not an unpleasantpanion.¡± Suka faintly blushes as she says thatst sentence. ¡°I will consent to bear Gabby¡¯s son, just this once.¡± The wolf girl brings her head to within an inch of mine. ¡°All my other pups will be yours. I will permit no one else to impregnate me. And, when I defeat you, Alex, I¡¯ll make you stay at home and raise them while I hunt for the family.¡± ¡°Truly, a fate worse than death,¡± I tease. ¡°Lots and lots of pups, Alex. So many, your teats will be sore from feeding them all.¡± Suka grabs my nipple in her teeth and yfully tugs at it without breaking eye contact. ¡°Testing them out for our future kids?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± Suka responds before going in for a long drink of milk. *Paternal Malleability I ¨C Cock Menu¡­* Wolf Cock Mermaid Ovipositor Fishman Cock Goblin Cock Hob Cock Orc Cock Twisted Treefolk Cock Bunny Cock Mouse Cock Mole-man Cock Bunny Patron Cock I¡¯ve been saving this ability all day. *Selected Mermaid Ovipositor!* My Mole-man cock reshapes in a sleek, tapered, ten-inch model. It¡¯s slippery with natural lubricant. Suka grabs me without hesitation, aligns the tip with her honey tunnel, and lowers herself onto my crotch. I once again feel like I¡¯ve slipped into a hot tub. The wider base of the ovipositor stretches Suka¡¯s entrance as she hilts me. ¡°Ahn!¡± She throws her head back, flipping her hair as she starts bobbing on my dick. I can¡¯t resist those slender breasts bouncing in front of me. I grab two squishy handfuls to y with. Suka returns the favor by putting her hands on myrger, juicy breasts and squeezing. ¡°You¡¯re going to pay me back with your body for all the humiliation you caused me!¡± I can feel Suka activating her version of Wolf Rush as she humps me faster. A wave of heat from her skin hits me, and her interior bes a raging inferno around my dick. It isn¡¯t burning me, though. It¡¯s right at the limit of pleasure before it bes pain. ¡°I¡¯ll fuck you like this every night!¡± The ride is getting more intense by the second. Suka continually activates one Wolf Rush after another, pummeling my crotch with her pussy like she¡¯s trying to beat my ass into the bed. She uses our mutual grip on each other¡¯s breasts for leverage. ¡°Pump me full of your essence! Impregnate me!¡± The sensations are overwhelming. It¡¯s like being jacked off by a molten gold onahole. Her gaze meets mine as powerful waves thrum through both of us emanating from our connection. Her eyes burn through me, demanding everything I am. Demanding I be more than I am! Wolf Rush! I thrust up into her, matching her pace with a steady stream of Wolf Rushes until I worry we¡¯re going to fuck ourselves to pieces. We pound into each other like we¡¯re going to force the other to cum first, but I feel us climaxing simultaneously. ¡°Alex!¡± ¡°Suka!¡± *Impregnation Sessful ¨C One Male Breeder Mark!* I fucking love this woman. We copse together in a sweaty heap atop the bed as various fluids gush through my ovipositor directly into Suka¡¯s womb. We hold each other as our genitals do their work, mine throbbing as it pumps her full, and hers milking me with steady contractions. Then Suka lifts her head, kisses me on the lips, and brushes a lock of damp hair behind my ear with gentle fingertips. ¡°My human.¡± I return her kiss with one of my own and press my forehead against hers. ¡°My wolf.¡± 44. A Quiet Night at Home, Part 4 (R-18) 44. A Quiet Night at Home, Part 4 (R-18) ¡°Gabby, hey, I need that,¡± I say, pointing at Cottontail. The greedy Goblin is blissfully and mindlessly fucking Cottontail into oblivion when I approach. The poor bunny girl looks fucked silly with a zed, ahegao expression. There¡¯s Treefolk cum covering her face and ass, which sheathes Gabby¡¯s twisted dick to the hilt. Wow, I need to remember it¡¯s dangerous to leave Gabby alone with my harem after I¡¯ve revved her engine. ¡°Hmm? Sure, Alex. I could use a break.¡± The green shortstack withdraws from the abused bunny butt with a wet plop as her big dick springs free and ps against Cottontail¡¯s plump posterior. Flou switches to being Gabby¡¯s cushion as the Goblin girl copses on the spot. I retrieve my bunny girlfriend from the floor and carry her to the bed in my arms. ¡°A-Alex? I¡¯d been wondering, but seeing you here, I know for sure this is heaven.¡± My dick stands at attention. ¡°Cottontail, if you keep saying such sweet things around here, you¡¯re going to get split in half.¡± She blushes. ¡°What a way to go¡­¡± ¡°Ahem, Cottontail, I need you to focus.¡± A trickle of rity returns to her expression. ¡°It¡¯s your turn to get a baby.¡± She blinks at me, wide-eyed, as the idea slowly prates orgasmic delirium to reach her rational mind. ¡°I¡¯d like you to be the ¡®father,¡¯ if you¡¯re up for it. Understand?¡± ¡°What? O-oh!¡± Cottontail blushes dark red as things click into ce in her head. ¡°A-are you sure, Alex? You want me to¡­¡± She gulps. I lie her side by side with me on the bed and entangle my arms and legs with hers. Holding her close, I bring my head to within an inch of hers. ¡°Only if you¡¯re interested. I understand if doing that stirs up bad memories or something.¡± I idly lick some of the applesauce-tasting Treefolk cum from her face. ¡°No, it¡¯s fine, but girls don¡¯t¡­¡± ¡°What do you think Gabby and I have been doing to you? Aren¡¯t we girls?¡± She concedes that point. ¡°Mine is so much smaller, though. Will it even f-feel good for you?¡± Iugh. ¡°You realize plenty of women get off rubbing their clits together? Or using their fingers? Are you really doubting you can satisfy me with the big ¡®clitty¡¯ you have?¡± She shyly refuses to meet my gaze, so I kiss her cheek. ¡°Yes, big dicks are sexy, but always remember the most important thing about sex is having fun with your partner. ¡°Besides, proportionally, you have the same height to cock-length ratio as an average ancient human male, so that¡¯s what it¡¯ll feel like to me at Goblin stature. I¡¯m told by reliable sources that ancient human females were able to achieve orgasm at least asionally.¡± Cottontail giggles prettily at my attempt at humor. Then her expression turns nervous. ¡°But, Alex, are you okay with me¡­ doing this to you? With me being the¡­ ¡®daddy?¡¯¡± I kiss her on the lips this time. ¡°I don¡¯t mind receiving from time to time. Cottontail, you¡¯re one of my precious women. I love you. I want this baby to be ours. Yours and mine. I want to have the baby of the girl who saved my life in the Warren today!¡± That memory and deration stir enough conviction in Cottontail to spur her to action. Blushing fiercely, she pushes me t on the bed, climbs atop me, and grabs her clitty to align herself with my entrance. There¡¯s more than enough lingering lubrication on the two of us for Cottontail to slide into me without resistance. While it¡¯s true the insertion is much smaller than I¡¯ve trained for as a Breeder, what I told Cottontail is honest and urate. When she starts to move, size doesn¡¯t matter; my honey tunnel grips and squeezes her clitty all the same. A few thrusts in, and warmth spreads from my groin throughout my body. The real show, however, is watching Cottontail¡¯s facial expressions. Her eyes close with focus. Her face scrunches up as she thrusts into me, and her jaw drops in ecstasy as she withdraws. Her body convulses involuntarily as my velvety cunt massages her clitty. A smile bubbles up from within me as I watch her agonized bliss. ¡°Cottontail, I love you.¡± ¡°Ahn!¡± I feel a burst of liquid heat inside me as she cums. Little sparks of electricity shoot through my abdomen, but I¡¯m not quite there. ¡°Ah¡­ ah¡­ ahhh.¡± Cottontail moans softly as she descends from an orgasmic high. Then she looks at me and pouts. ¡°Alex, you did that on purpose!¡± ¡°Guilty,¡± I stick my tongue out, teasing the bunny girl still hilted inside me. I do Kegel exercises, contract my inner muscles around her clitty as it grows soft to make it stiffen again. ¡°Ah-ahn! Alex, hold on. I just need a second!¡± ¡°I know how Bunny Stamina works,¡± I say as I wink at her. Cottontail grabs my legs and hoists them over her shoulders without assistance. Then she starts humping me like a proper bunny. ¡°Yes, Cottontail, that¡¯s it!¡± The g-spot is rtively near the entrance of the vagina, so even a small penis with the right curvature can deliver some powerful sensations. The bunny girl¡¯s rapid pussy pummeling is pounding my pleasure button. ¡°Oh, she likes that,¡± Suka says in a low, sultry voice. ¡°Keep going.¡± I look down to see the Cinderwolf girl has pressed her breasts into the back of Cottontail¡¯s head while she fondles the bunny girl. Flou creeps up onto Cottontail as I watch, forming a furry top that covers (and stimtes) the bunny girl¡¯s nipples. Meanwhile, Suka is gently raking her nails across Cottontail¡¯s stomach and taking an ear between her teeth. I watch the bunny girl squirm and writhe under their attentions until a huge green moon obscures my vision. Gabby lowers her beautiful round derriere onto my face, shifting her hips to sandwich me between her cheeks with my nose and mouth on her ass and pussy. I dutifully perform my wifely duties with an eager tongue and a rooting snout. ¡°Nobody eats pussy like you, Alex.¡± Gabby sighs in satisfaction. Then she leans forward to sixty-nine me, taking my Mermaid cock in her mouth. Being sucked and fucked stokes my core to a powerful inferno. ¡°G-, Miss G-Gabby, you¡¯re staring at me while swallowing Alex¡¯s thingy l-like I¡¯m next on the menu¡­¡± There¡¯s no way I¡¯m letting Gabby y with my toy when she should be appreciating me! I grab my generous bosom and press my mammaries together around the Goblin¡¯s wooden cock. She can¡¯t help thrusting and grinding into my cleavage. ¡°Mmmph!¡± my wife grunts and moans around my dick as my tongue drills her cunt, my nose rims her pucker, and my boobs massage her Twisted rod. I¡¯m definitely not cumming alone! ¡°M-m-miss Suka, ma¡¯am, i-i-if you keep b-biting me like that! I¡¯m going to¡ªAaahn!!!¡± Cottontail is first, violently squirting another bunny load into my honey tunnel as her whole body thrashes against mine. I¡¯m next as her wild percussion hammers my g-spot, filling Gabby¡¯s mouth to bursting with cum. Then my Goblin wife loses it, shooting herself in the chin with applesauce jizz that pools in my bellybutton. *You¡¯ve Conceived a Fuzzy! Congrattions! ¨C One Female Breeder Mark! My hands rise to knead Gabby¡¯s bubble butt as I leisurely rim her ass with my tongue. I luxuriate in the warm lips around my softening cock and Cottontail¡¯s trembling arms clutching at my legs as the bunny girl slips from my sheath. All too soon, Gabby rolls off me, my legs are released, and I sit up. I see Suka softly licking the bloodless indentations on Cottontail¡¯s neck where the wolf girl bit. Predator hickey. The bunny girl is clearly lost in sensation, relishing the orgasm aftershocks with her eyes closed. I stand, embrace Cottontail, pull her Flou-covered chest against my breasts, and kiss her. Our tongues intertwine. I bite her lower lip and tug for a second before releasing her. ¡°You¡¯re a ¡®daddy¡¯ now, Cottontail. Ready to be a mommy?¡± She pants for breath, nods, then licks her lips and beams at me. ¡°I never dreamed this day woulde. I have to say though, Alex, you taste like Goblin butt¡­ and I think I like it?¡± ¡°There¡¯s more where that came from,¡± Gabby says as she ps her th thighs. ¡°Later,¡± Suka insists. ¡°I want her mouth next.¡± She turns Cottontail¡¯s chin to meet her eyes. ¡°I bet you¡¯ve never eaten a wolf before, have you little bunny? ¡°W-w-what?¡± The Cinderwolf smiles. ¡°Reverse positions,¡± I say, grabbing Cottontail and tossing her on the bed before grabbing her legs and throwing them over my shoulders. I effortlessly slide my Mermaid ovipositor into the bunny¡¯sher hole, watching Cottontail¡¯s eyes widen as my shaft tapers out to a girthy base. My movements are slow and methodically paced to gradually stoke our pleasure. Suka climbs onto the bed and crouches with her bare ass and pussy poised inches above the bunny girl¡¯s face. We both watch as Cottontail¡¯s clitty stiffens to a rigid, throbbing poker. ¡°Like what you see?¡± The bunny girl nods enthusiastically. ¡°Then help yourself.¡± She lowers her hips, then hums in satisfaction as Cottontail¡¯s tongue goes to work. Our eyes meet. I grin, and she blushes pink. ¡°Behold the majestic Cinderwolf, getting eaten by a bunny.¡± Suka¡¯s blush turns a shade darker as her hips involuntarily roll and grind against the stimtion beneath. ¡°You¡¯re cute when you¡¯re embarrassed.¡± Steam shoots from Suka¡¯s ears. Literally. ¡°A-am n-not!¡± ¡°Cottontail, eat her ass.¡± ¡°M-m-my a-a-Aaahhhnnn!?!¡± Suka interrupts her own question as Cottontail¡¯s tongue switches to probing her pucker. Her thighs squeeze the bunny girl beneath her, and her spine arches as she moans. ¡°And the sounds you make are absolutely precious.¡± ¡°S-s-stop it!¡± she says, but her voice is begging me for more. ¡°Masturbate for me.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Look me in the eye while you touch yourself,¡± Imand. ¡°Y-yes, Alex.¡± Suka obeys after a moment of hesitation. One hand reaches up to massage a slender breast while the other dips to schlick her pussy. Her eyes never leave mine as she works herself into a frenzy. ¡°Tell me you have a thing for bunnies.¡± She would¡¯ve objected earlier, but now she¡¯s so close to cumming she¡¯s honest with her feelings. ¡°Yes! I want to suck her little bunny cock!¡± Cottontail¡¯s clitty jumps at Suka¡¯s confession, and a bead of precum dribbles down the side. ¡°I can help with that,¡± Gabby says from beside us. The Goblin girl standing on the bed grabs Suka by the neck and pushes the wolf girl forward to sixty-nine Cottontail. With one hand flicking her bean, Suka¡¯s mouth engulfs the bunny¡¯s stiffy. Her tongue rolls and twirls around Cottontail¡¯s clitty for no more than a few seconds before the bunny bucks on my rod and cums in Suka¡¯s mouth. The wolf girl¡¯s eyes roll up into her skull as she convulses and humps Cottontail¡¯s head in a violent climax of her own. I steadily continue plowing Cottontail¡¯s bottom as Gabby lifts Suka¡¯s face from the bunny prick and kisses the wolf girl passionately. The two of them sharing cum before my eyes make me pound the sweet ass beneath me harder. Then Gabby climbs atop Cottontail¡¯s pelvis and grabs the clitty beneath her. ¡°Don¡¯t go soft on me, little bunny. I¡¯m giving you the Goblin butt you wanted.¡± Cottontail immediately stands at attention as Gabby smothers the prick with her ample ass. The green shortstack regains her hold on the wolf girl¡¯s neck and pulls the Cinderwolf¡¯s mouth onto her huge wooden rod. I look over Gabby¡¯s shoulder to watch the Goblin face-fuck Suka into a sloppy mess. She must¡¯ve just wanted to mess the wolf girl up and see a Cinderwolf¡¯s ahegao expression because she yanks Suka off her shaft to resume kissing shortly after. Flou, in her floppy-eared four-gallon Slime form, takes this opportunity to hop onto Gabby¡¯s dick while the girls are distracted. The Goblin girl arches her back and gasps for breath. ¡°T-this Fuzzy Slime! She feels like a mouth and a pussy at the same time!¡± ¡°Flou, I¡¯m taking a turn with you next!¡± I dere. ¡°D-deal! But fuck, Alex, this rod is so big inside me! And these knots¡­¡± Gabby grabs Flou about the middle and rams the Fuzzy Slime up and down her Twisted length like a Goblin possessed. The former bunny girl starts screaming in pleasure as Suka resumes kissing the green-skinned beauty. ¡°You¡¯re screwing my brains out! Fuck!¡± ¡°Mmmph!¡± Cottontail moans into Suka¡¯s butt as Gabby grinds her ass on the bunny girl¡¯s clitty, and I increase my pace. All four of my girls are jostled by each of my thrusts into the bunny¡¯s plush bottom. Their breasts jiggle, and Suka¡¯s hands find Gabby¡¯s substantial tata¡¯s. My arms wrap around Cottontail¡¯s raised legs to grab Gabby¡¯s waist, and I use her for leverage as I plow for all I¡¯m worth. Wolf Rush! I pursue my pleasure with abandon as I¡¯m treated to the exquisite sight of my girls cumming on each other again. My ovipositor plunges deep into Cottontail with a final thrust, and I sense my prehensile tip grope for and find the artificial cervix inside. I feel the contents of my womb drain out, then be squeezed through a specialized urethra into the womb I created for my lover. *Impregnation sessful ¨C One Male Breeder Mark!* Cottontail leaves a creamy froth between Gabby¡¯s cheeks as they cum. The Goblin girl thoroughly stuffs Flou with applesauce-vored goop, and Suka squirts onto Cottontail¡¯s mouth and chin. We copse against each other, spent and happy. I climb onto the bed and spread Gabby¡¯s legs aside to get a look at my newest child. As I¡¯d hoped, the artificial womb¡¯s tummy tattoo disy window has a clear view of our offspring. Suka is kind enough to release Cottontail¡¯s head long enough for me to speak with her. I do lick the Cinderwolf¡¯s precious essence from the dazed bunny¡¯s face first, though. ¡°It¡¯s a girl,¡± I say, then kiss my bunny lover tenderly. Joyful tears fall from Cottontail¡¯s eyes. ¡°How is she?¡± ¡°See for yourself.¡± I let the bunny girl sit up and take a look. The sleeping face of a perfectly shaped Fuzzy girl is inly visible. ¡°She¡¯s beautiful. Oh, Alex!¡± Cottontail throws her arms around me. ¡°Now I definitely can¡¯t eat a monster bearing my Alex¡¯s offspring,¡± Gabby says with a grin while caressing Cottontail¡¯s tummy. ¡°Same,¡± Suka says as she smooshes her slender breasts against the back of Cottontail¡¯s head and looks down to see our new daughter. ¡°Though it¡¯s fun to pretend.¡± ¡°Speaking of children,¡± Gabby begins, then brushes Cottontail and Suka aside to pin me down and loom over me. ¡°I happen to notice a vacancy¡­¡± My eyes go from Gabby¡¯s hungry gaze to my empty womb to her eleven-inch Twisted dick, and audibly gulp. Thest time I took that dick, I was 7¡¯0¡±. Now I¡¯m three feet tall¡­ ¡°Don¡¯t you want another Breeder mark?¡± she taunts. I bite my lip, torn between admitting I want this and telling her I want to save myself for breeding some exotic new monster type. But, looking at my wife¡¯s tender expression, I know there¡¯s no way I can summon the will to stop this when it¡¯s what my heart desires. Still, I have to reminder her¡­ ¡°Gabby, I warn you, whatever you do to me tonight while I¡¯m this size, I¡¯ll return a hundredfold tomorrow!¡± ¡°Promise?¡± The greedy Goblin¡¯s eyes change from a romantic sunset yellow to a feral demonic yellow as she eyes my exposed cunt like a piece of choice meat. I may have said the wrong thing¡­
Muchter¡­ *You¡¯ve Conceived a Mandragora! Congrattions! ¨C One Female Breeder Mark!* 45. Day 4: Choices, Choices (R-18) 45. Day 4: Choices, Choices (R-18) Much, muchter, once all my girls are satisfied, I¡¯m thinking it¡¯s finally time to get some shuteye. *Gurgle, gurgle!* I give the four monsters surrounding me a scathing look as I listen to their grumbling tummies. ¡°Well? You don¡¯t want me eating your pet bunny, right? You¡¯ve got to take responsibility!¡± Suka folds her arms and scowls back at me. ¡°Didn¡¯t I just feed you?¡± I ask, echoing the sentiments of millions of ancient human dog owners. ¡°We did work up an appetite,¡± Cottontail happily agrees, no longer concerned by the predator¡¯s words, but her stiff clitty clearly shows she¡¯s turned on. ¡°Pregnant women eat for two,¡± Gabby solemnly announces. ¡°That¡¯s right! Alex, take responsibility!¡± Suka eagerlytches onto Gabby¡¯s logic. ¡°Oh, my! I still can¡¯t believe that includes me,¡± Cottontail holds her face in her hands and smiles in amazement. ¡°I¡¯m always hungry¡­¡± Flou says with a lingering edge of depression, then perks up as she continues, ¡°But I¡¯ve been snacking on spilled bodily fluids all night, so I¡¯m doing quite well.¡± Indeed, the bed, our bodies, and nearby surfaces are remarkably clean despite my, Gabby¡¯s, and Cottontail¡¯s repeated spectacr ejactions. Wow, it¡¯s fantastic having a hungry Slime around the house! I¡¯m fairly certain she¡¯s gotten bigger as well¡­ One out of four satisfied monsters is a pretty lousy review score, though. Fine. *Selected Maternal Mammary Control and Potency!* *Choose one* Sustenance Pacification Allure *Selected Sustenance!* Thankfully, I have a spare Female Breeder point thanks to Gabby, so I don¡¯t feel bad about this expense. My breasts swell by half a cup size as they fill to bursting with all the nutrition a growing monster needs. My girls¡¯ eyes grow round as saucers, and they start to drool. Gabby and Suka, the dominant predators of my harem, lunge for my left and right nipples. ¡°Cottontail, you have a choice of taking your meal anally, or orally if your butt is sore from all the action tonight.¡± I at least try to be considerate. My bunny girl smiles beatifically. ¡°Bunny Stamina is for more than just the penis, Alex. I¡¯d love another round, especially with this view.¡± She gestures at Gabby and Suka snuggling up close to me. ¡°Then hop on.¡± Having my tits yed with and a willing cutie like Cottontail mounting my cock is more than enough stimtion to get me hard again. The bunny girl aligns herself with my tip and drops onto my rod. ¡°¡°Ahn!¡±¡± We both cry out in pleasure as Cottontail hilts me in one go. ¡°Think of me as preemptively helping to clean the next mess,¡± Flou says as she pops herself onto Cottontails flopping clitty while the bunny girl bounces on my shaft. Even though this scene is super sexy, we¡¯re all tired at this point. My lovemaking with Cottontail is leisurely and rxed. I even slip some Pacification into the Sustenance milk to make sure Gabby and Suka go down instead of rallying for another round. The bunny girl bobs on my cock while clutching her cousin tight and thrusting into the Fuzzy Slime¡¯s soft sheath. ¡°Flou, how can you feel so incredible on my clitty?!?¡± Flou answers between groans of pleasure as Cottontail rails her from behind, teasing, ¡°I don¡¯t know, maybe you have a thing for incest. I certainly do because you feel awesome inside me!¡± ¡°Good to know,¡± I say, fantasizing about finding Cottontail¡¯s sister for a now very usible threesome¡­ or foursome. Ourst set of orgasms for the night flows through us like gentle breezes. Cottontail copses atop me with a bulging belly as if already several months pregnant. Flou, now a five-gallon Slime, slips out from under the bunny girl. The Fuzzy Slime ttens to form a nket that covers us and pools the remainder of her mass in a pillow inting beneath my head. Flou¡¯s softness and support are unmatchable by any man-made fabric or pillow stuffing. Gabby and Suka use my breasts as their pillows, while Cottontail sleeps on my tummy. My eyes close with utter contentment surrounded by my wife and lovers. I¡¯m drifting off to slumber already looking forward to spending the winter bundled up with my Cinderwolf and Fuzzypanions when my eyes flutter open. I have one more thing to do.
I use Water Magic to drink like five cups before bed to ensure I wake before dawn. Several undesirable trips to the outhouseter, I¡¯m staring bleary-eyed at my marks as the sky barely starts to brighten. Funnily enough, using Slime Malleability to refund Orc Stature so I could enter the Warren gave me the Goblin mark I needed to do the experiment I had nned since yesterday morning. *Selected Goblin Apprentice Quick Study!* I light a candle with Ember Magic, borrow Gabby¡¯s magic Spectacles from the nightstand, and grab the Book of Monsters while the others continue sleeping. I flip through the whole thing in a couple of minutes, recording its entirety to my newly acquired eidetic memory. If I keep the memories after refunding Quick Study, I¡¯ll be able to identify monsters myself from now on. As for monster evolutions, that situation turns out to be much moreplicated than I previously understood. The Book of Monsters is less cut and dry than I¡¯d hoped. It¡¯s more like a work-in-progress data book with tons of observations the author used to interpte sets of theoretical evolution requirements. The numberse in ranges, there arements with strikethroughs, and some evolution branches are construed to be either ¡®Human Hunter,¡¯ ¡®Monster Hunter,¡¯ or both. Gabby has had more time to consider and absorb the data and the author¡¯s logic (in addition to her own research), so she¡¯ll still be the foremost expert on evolutions. My guesses will be rough approximations. Next on my list is spending thest of my free marks. I¡¯m holding onto my Breeder Marks for now. They¡¯re permanent, so it makes more sense to spend them as needed. *Fuzzy Marks ¨C Two* Rodent Nose (Bunny, Mouse, Mole-man) Rodent Ears (Bunny, Mouse) Rodent Stature (Bunny, Mouse) Bunny Patron Stature Bunny Patron Longevity Bunny Patron Strength Rodent Tail (Bunny, Mouse) Rodent Legs (Bunny, Mouse) Bunny Patron Legs Rodent Cock (Bunny, Mouse, Mole-man) Bunny Patron Cock Bunny Stamina Bunny Patron Stamina Mole-man Earth Magic Bunny Patron Earth Magic Mole-man ws Mole-man Summon Shovel Bunny Patron Summon Carrot *Bunny Patron Cock is avable because the requirements have been met through Paternal Malleability!* *Spend a Fuzzy Mark to rece Goblin Stature with Rodent Stature using Slime Malleability?* *Spend a Fuzzy Mark to rece Wolf Tail with Rodent Tail using Slime Malleability?* Well, shit. There¡¯re way too many options! And so many of them look amazing! Bunny Patron Longevity is just sitting there, taunting me with functional immortality. Peter seemed to imply he was centuries old or expected to live that long. The big cock option is always tempting. If I select third-tier Earth Magic, I could refund Mole-man Earth Magic to save a marke sunrise, although taking multiple sources of Earth Magic has been additive so far¡­ I could go with the roulette wheel of selecting a random Rodent body modification and hope it unlocks a new ability despite my previous bad luck in that department. Then again, I have a straight path to Bunny Patron Stature and Strength once the sun rises. I have to assume Strength is also additive (though, with how high in the mark tree it is, that¡¯s a costly investment). At least I could refund Rodent Stature in that scenario and save a mark there. This raises two questions. Firstly, is bigger always better? Is the ideal ¡®me¡¯ a shortstack like Gabby, a fifteen-foot-tall giant, or something in-between? Optimization doesn¡¯t factor into this; it¡¯s a personal question, and I guess I¡¯m the only one who can answer it. I have to say¡­ ten feet tall is too tall. I don¡¯t want Ogre Stature once I get it from Dura. Ogre Strength, sure, and the extra height may be fun for a day, but it¡¯s not something I ultimately want to keep. Call my preferences weird, but I can¡¯t properly cuddle my Fuzzy lovers at that size. I want to be able to intertwine my legs with Gabby¡¯s and Cottontail¡¯s. Seven or eight feet is myfortable maximum. Yes, winning fights is important, but I want to do more than survive now. I want to live my best life! Second question: Do I want to invest in Orc or Fuzzy abilities? Taking Stature in one mark tree frees that mark point in the rival tree. Therefore, if I want Fuzzy abilities, I should take Orc Stature, with the reverse being true for Goblinoid abilities. It¡¯s Earth Magic that tips the scales for me. If the additive rule proves true, that¡¯ll cost me two marks right there. Throw in Bunny Stamina, and I¡¯ll have two marks left to y with. I want to make them count! There¡¯s nothing in the Goblin tree besides Fast Learner I have to have, so I should use those marks to reach my ideal size. Therefore, based on my totally personal whims, I should y Roulette again. I consider closing my eyes, but I can do a little better than that with some guesswork. *Selected Rodent Legs!* *Choose one* Bunny Legs Mouse Legs *Selected Bunny Legs!* *Selected Rodent Ears!* *Choose one* Bunny Ears Mouse Ears *Selected Mouse Ears!* Oh! Oh, my. It appears I chose well this time. I¡¯ve unlocked the following abilities: Rodent Ears (Bunny, Mouse) Mouse Predator Sense Rodent Legs (Bunny, Mouse) Bunny Hop Good Digger Lucky Foot Those are some interesting options. I already have my jump covered with Harpy Lightweight, so Bunny Hop is the least exciting. Good Digger may have interesting applications in excavation, but likely less so inbat. Lucky Foot and Predator Sense can¡¯t be that strong because bunnies and mice are both prey monsters, right? Or, ying devil¡¯s advocate, mice and bunnies survive as a species when they¡¯re being hunted by Dire Wolves and Harpy Matrons because Lucky Foot and Predator Sense are strong. That¡¯s an interesting argument; one I¡¯d be more than willing to test run for a day. Yes, that feels like a good way to officially end Day Three. I review my status. *All Marks ¨C Thirty-Four!* *The Wolf Lord¡¯s Toy ¨C Three Marks!* *Harpy Lover ¨C Two Marks!* *Mermaid Bride ¨C One Mark!* *Married the Goblin Apprentice ¨C Two Marks!* *Fishman yer ¨C One Mark!* *Cancer Conquest ¨C One Mark!* *Pacified the Jellyfish Slime ¨C Two Marks!* *Overcame the Moleman ¨C Two Marks!* *Dominated the Bunny Boy ¨C One Mark!* *Orcess Layer ¨C One Mark!* *Hobbled the Hobgoblin ¨C One Mark!* *Roasted the Twisted Apple Treefolk ¨C Two Marks!* *Barbequed the Pitcher Treefolk ¨C One Mark!* *Tamed the Cinderwolf ¨C One Mark!* *Converted the Fuzzy Slime ¨C One Mark!* *Mouse Fucker ¨C One Mark!* *Trounced the Bunny Patron ¨C One Mark!* *Male Breeder Marks ¨C Five Marks!* *Female Breeder Marks ¨C Five Marks!* *Breeder Marks* Paternal Malleability I Paternal Seminal Control ¨C Volume Paternal Seminal Potency ¨C Sustenance Maternal Ovarian Control Maternal Create Womb Seed Maternal Mammary Control and Potency ¨C Pacification, Sustenance *Pets* *Exhausted Pink Slime Core* *Contented Fuzzy Slime* *Offspring* *Mermaids ¨C Two (Unborn)* *Goblins ¨C One (Unborn)* *Mandragora ¨C Two (Unborn)* *Fuzzy ¨C One (Unborn)* I almost doubled my total marks today! I feel great! Let¡¯s hope Day Four is equally productive, though I can¡¯t expect to surpass my previous marks per day every day. I have a feeling getting new marks will be more difficult once I¡¯ve collected the low-hanging fruit from the first and second-tier monsters in the region. I¡¯ll have to aim my sights higher from then on! ¡°You¡¯re up early,¡± Cottontail says with a yawn as she climbs off the bed and strides over to me. Suka and Gabby continue their deep and peaceful sleeping thanks to my milk. ¡°And you look¡­ different.¡± Well, sure. I suddenly have bunny legs and mouse ears. ¡°I¡¯m deciding what to do today. Basically, I¡¯m ying with my marks.¡± Cottontail hums with curious interest as she observes me. ¡°Hey, Cottontail, I¡¯m sorry for outing you in front of your family.¡± She meets me gaze, blinks, and looks away. ¡°It¡¯s alright. I¡­ was scared. Honestly, I felt so relieved you did it for me. A huge weight vanished from my shoulders! Except¡­¡± ¡°You wish you¡¯d done it yourself.¡± The bunny girl nods. ¡°I¡¯ve always wanted to give him a piece of my mind, but it¡¯s hard.¡± Poor Cottontail. I¡¯m d my parents didn¡¯t make my decision to be a Tamer more of an ordeal. Then I remember something from my experience in the Warren. ¡°I heard your sister is missing. Want me to find her?¡± Cottontail seems surprised by my offer at first, but she quickly realizes I¡¯m being serious and responds in kind. ¡°I¡¯ve been ¡®missing¡¯ several times and been fine. When we¡¯re spotted by a Harpy or Dire Wolf, we hide in one of the burrows scattered across the ins until the hunter loses interest. If she¡¯s alive, she¡¯ll return to the Warren today, then follow me here once she hears about yesterday. Although, if tomorrowes without news I¡¯d appreciate you finding her¡­ however that turns out.¡± The bunny girl bows to me as if in apology for asking too much. I wave off the supplication. ¡°Cottontail, you need to get used to being one of my women and a mother of my children. Your family is my family. Your needs are my needs. I wouldn¡¯t say, ¡®your wish is mymand,¡¯ but there¡¯re few things I wouldn¡¯t do to make you happy.¡± She blushes scarlet and fidgets in ce. ¡°A-Alex, there is one thing I¡¯d like.¡± ¡°Name it.¡± Cottontail refuses to meet my eyes as she speaks. ¡°Last night, I d-didn¡¯t get to¡­ um¡­ t-taste¡­¡± It clicks for me, and I motion her over. She eagerly rushes to my side and sits on my leg while I sit on a stool. I cradle Cottontail in my arms as she reclines in my embrace, leans in to take a nipple in her mouth, and happily nurses at my teat. While I¡¯ve heard it¡¯s ufortable for some mothers, breastfeeding my lovers to me is an erotic, pleasant, and rxing affair. Falling asleepst night was incredibly easy with my nipples in Gabby and Suka¡¯s mouths. I struggle to stay awake until sunrise. And yet, sunrise eventuallyes. In this golden hour, I explore my marks and make a new discovery. After selecting Orc Stature as a given, I attempt to refund Goblin Stature for the heck of it and find that it actually works! While a minor boon, I have to see this as a t buff to my per-mark value. See, in this case, Goblin Stature acted as the requirement for Orc Stature, and then still allowed me to refund it during the golden hour. That almost doubles the purchasing power of the spent mark! In other words, that means I¡¯ll be able to select Mouse Predator Sense and Lucky Foot, then refund Bunny Legs and Mouse Ears (if I want). Even if it¡¯splicated and difficult to understand, I¡¯m happy my marks will go further! That¡¯s what counts, right? Alright, I need to decide what I¡¯m doing today before assigning my marks. I¡¯m ruling out searching for Megan because of Cottontail¡¯s advice. It¡¯s too early to go after the Wolf Lord or Bruke, and Dura should show up on her own eventually. That leaves¡­ Option One: Find Gale. I¡¯m really out of excuses to avoid Harpy Mountain after defeating Peter. If I meet the Harpy Matron, maybe I can¡¯t secure a kill, but I like my odds of fending her off with ember spears to light her feathers on fire. When ites to normal harpies, Crab Armor will protect me from their ws. Also, Slime Constitution plus Harpy Lightweight basically makes it impossible to die from falling, so the climb should be no problem. I really want to apologize to Gale for making her drop me. She probably thinks I died. On the other hand, one more day probably won¡¯t make that apology too much more awkward. There¡¯s no hard reason to find her today. Option Two: Visit Arie. She¡¯s bound to have evolved by now! Yes, the ocean is scary as fuck, but I¡¯ve gotten stronger. I can find Kani and Arie at the Grotto, then explore the shallows with two second-tier monsterpanions. Sounds like a great way to grind a few marks. Plus, if Arie¡¯s evolution has a bigger dick, and I grab it for myself, then I won¡¯t have to switch cocks as often because myrgest model will also be my ovipositor! Win/win! Option Three: Go fishing! Seriously, I can select Lure and Allure with my Breeder marks and dangle my dick over the brook to see what monsters pop out. I haven¡¯t heard or seen anything dangerous in the freshwater stream, so the worst I¡¯d expect are a few second-tier monsters. Whether they¡¯re cute like Gale and Cottontail or mean like the Mole-men and Fishmen, I can handle them. Option Four: Grind Slime Cores! If I learned nothing else today (and I sure learned a lot), it¡¯s that Slime Cores are super useful! I¡¯d love to keep a few in my back pocket (so to speak) in case of emergency. I can save wounded bystanders from death, even if the process does bind them to me. There¡¯s also Gabby¡¯s intuition saying they could be used to evolve Olindia or maybe even Flou too. Altogether, I need to grab as many as I can get my hands on. There¡¯s also that point Gabby brought up earlier about a library in a dungeon rumored to be found in the Misty Grove. I could find out what an echinda is, or maybe learn more about my mark system. Any Slimes that get in my way while looking for the dungeon will be a sweet bonus. Option Five: Get Mandragora essence so Gabby can evolve into an Herbalist! A few books in my hometown describe an ancient human pastime called ¡®Arr Pee Gees.¡¯ It¡¯s sometimes mentioned that when the hero finally gets around to doing a quest they¡¯ve been ignoring after messing around for long enough, they realize they¡¯ve ¡®over-leveled¡¯ on ident. They then proceed to crush the supposed threats without much challenge. That¡¯s how I feel about this task. It¡¯s something I could¡¯ve tackled on Day Two and struggled with, whereas now I¡¯m on Day Four with new allies and a ton more marks under my belt. I¡¯d roll up to the Chatan Forest with a Cinderwolf, a Goblin Apprentice who can use Ember Magic, and my ember spears. Nothing short of a third-tier nt monster would give us pause, but we¡¯re fast and agile enough to escape anything like that. Even if one caught us with nt Growth, Gabby and I could both use counterspell while Suka burns through the vines. Still¡­ a stomp could be fun! I¡¯m sure there¡¯re a bunch of cool monsters in the forest. I¡¯d get a lot of marks, and maybe find a new source of food. I suppose there¡¯s the desert to investigate, but why go that far when I have so many good options on hand? That said, the best option is¡­ 46. The Loadout 46. The Loadout After considering all my options, I have to go with finding Gale. She¡¯s my best ticket home. Bruke and the Wolf Lord guard the pass between Chatan Forest and the Eastern Desert. The Kraken¡¯s territory abuts the cliffs to the west. And who knows how long it¡¯ll take to work my way through the forest directly. Flying is how I got here. Flying is how I¡¯ll get home. As for taking a shortcut¡­ *Avian Marks ¨C One* Harpy Sight Harpy Wings Harpy Tailfeathers Harpy Talons Harpy Lightweight Harpy Air Magic * Selected Harpy Sight!* I select Sight and keep Lightweight. If my understanding is correct, an average Harpy possesses all six of these abilities. I¡¯d ce a wager that safe, efficient flight requires at least three, if not five, or all six of those marks. Lightweight to reduce their weight. Wings to create lift and propel them. Tailfeathers for steering. Sight to see where they¡¯re going tond. Talons to stick thending. Air Magic for additional control and propulsion, maybe? Taking Lightweight, Wings, and a prayer before attempting to make it over Chatan Forest on my own would be suicide. Using my Slime Mutability to transfer a mark or two over to Avian would be foolhardy as well. While I could use Slime Malleability to refund my Wings to arms in case of a fight, I¡¯d still be spending a lot of resources that could be used more efficiently. That, and I could get stuck in the middle of the Forest all night waiting for my marks to refresh at dawn the next day to reselect my wings and fly out. The bottom line is that I need more marks. *Slime Marks ¨C None* Slime Constitution Slime Core Slime Constitution (Jellyfish, Fuzzy) Slime Malleability Slime Malleability (Jellyfish, Fuzzy) Slime Mutability Slime Amalgamation Slime Mutability (Jellyfish, Fuzzy) Slime Hair / Legs / Arms Jellyfish Slime Tentacles Fuzzy Slime Flesh Shaping Fuzzy Slime Fur There are a ton of tempting options on disy now. During the golden hour of sunrise, I can manipte my spent marks a bit. I could potentially refund Malleability to purchase second-tier Jellyfish Slime Mutability. I wonder if that lets me transfer a total of two marks to another type or an additional two marks on top of the one from the first-tier ability? Amalgamation could be good, but I¡¯ve got no clue what it does. All the more reason to pick it and find out¡­ However, I have a feeling this will be a day forbat. While I¡¯m not going to pick a fight, climbing Harpy Mountain is sure to get me plenty of unwanted attention. For that reason, I¡¯m going on the defensive. I decide to refund Mutability and Malleability. *Selected Slime Core!* *Selected Jellyfish Slime Constitution!* I don¡¯t feel any different, so I then refund the first-tier Slime Constitution the same way I did Goblin Stature a few minutes ago (golden hour for the win), giving me another mark to spend. I¡¯ll keep it in my back pocket in case I need to alter my buildter. Slime Constitution saved my bacon when I took a hit from Peter the Bunny Patron yesterday, so upgrading it to second-tier is a no-brainer. If Slime Core does what I think, it¡¯s totally busted. At the same time, I hope I never have to test the theory (who am I kidding?). *Canine Marks ¨C One* Wolf Nose Wolf Nose (Dire, Cinder) Wolf Lord¡¯s Nose Wolf ws Wolf ws (Dire, Cinder) Wolf Lord¡¯s ws Wolf Tail Wolf Tail (Dire, Cinder) Wolf Lord¡¯s Tail Wolf Legs Wolf Rush Wolf Legs (Dire, Cinder) Cinderwolf Rush Wolf Lord¡¯s Legs Wolf Jaws Wolf Jaws (Dire, Cinder) Wolf Lord¡¯s Jaws Cinderwolf Ember Magic Wolf Cock Wolf Cock (Dire, Cinder) Wolf Lord¡¯s Cock I¡¯m obviously keeping Ember Magic and Wolf Rush. Wolf Nose, too, is hard to let go of. I might stumble across Megan¡¯s trail and, though I promised Cottontail I¡¯d search for her sister starting tomorrow, I couldn¡¯t forgive myself if she got hurt because I didn¡¯t have the ability equipped to recognize her scent. After rescuing her from a mind-controlled Dura, I imprinted her smell into my brain because she was especially cute, not realizing her connection to my lover at the time. I already refunded Wolf Tail (the minor boost to bnce a tail gives me isn¡¯t worth an entire mark IMO) and pocketed the mark. Unfortunately, even if I refunded Wolf Rush, I need one more free mark to go Wolf Legs>>Cinderwolf Legs>>Cinderwolf Rush (ording to the ability tree, Wolf Rush doesn¡¯t qualify me for an upgrade on its own). If I desperately need a boost today, I¡¯ll reluctantly select Wolf Jaws. There might be a hidden ability behind it that I could use Slime Mutability to pick up. Otherwise, I¡¯ll save the mark for a special present to Gabby she¡¯s been patiently waiting for¡­ (Hint, it starts with ¡®Wolf¡¯ and ends with ¡®Cock¡¯) *Goblinoid Marks ¨C One* Goblin Ears Goblinoid Ears (Apprentice, Hob, Orc) Goblin Gut Goblinoid Gut (Apprentice, Hob, Orc) Goblin Nails Hobgoblin Nails Goblin Stature Hobgoblin Stature Orc Stature Orc Strength Goblin Cock Goblinoid Cock (Hob, Orc) Goblin Apprentice Fast Learner Goblin Apprentice Quick Study Goblin Apprentice Summon Spectacles Summon Club (Hobgoblin, Orc) Refunding Quick Study is a strange experience. My ongoing perspective immediately shifts from an Eidetic memory to a normal memory from one moment to the next. However¡­ Yes! Yes, I can picture every page of the Book of Monsters perfectly! I get to keep thest couple hours of crystal-clear recall despite refunding the ability used to record them! That leaves me with another free mark. Come to think of it, Goblin Ears have been tempting me ever since I saw them, but I¡¯ve never had the luxury of taking them¡­ yet again, because Summon Club is suddenly a serious contender while I have Orc Strength. If I need to hit something hard, my Fishman Spear is a toothpickpared to this body¡¯s power. I¡¯ll wait until the situation arises though, just to be safe. *Forest Marks ¨C None* Mandragora Photosynthesis Pitcher Treefolk Photosynthesis Twisted Treefolk Twisted Apple Twisted Treefolk Roots Pitcher Treefolk Vines Mandragora nt Growth Magic Pitcher Treefolk nt Growth Magic Twisted Treefolk Bark Skin Twisted Treefolk Earth Magic Twisted Treefolk Cock Pitcher Treefolk Stomach Acid No changes here; I¡¯m fully satisfied with my selection. Photosynthesis reduces my daily caloric requirements as long as I get some sun. Pitcher Treefolk Vines increase my maneuverability and give me a ranged grapple attack. Twisted Treefolk Earth Magic works synergistically with my other sources of Earth Magic to increase my magic power. If I transferred a Slime mark over, I¡¯d probably upgrade Photosynthesis, refund the first-tier version, and select Mandragora nt Growth Magic. Bark Skin seems like a bad idea for sex, and I don¡¯t expect a day to ever go by without screwing somebody. It¡¯s a moot point, because that¡¯d be a poor use of a Slime Mark. *Fuzzy Marks ¨C None* Rodent Nose (Bunny, Mouse, Mole-man) Rodent Ears (Bunny, Mouse) Mouse Predator Sense Rodent Stature (Bunny, Mouse) Bunny Patron Stature Bunny Patron Longevity Bunny Patron Strength Rodent Tail (Bunny, Mouse) Rodent Legs (Bunny, Mouse) Bunny Hop Good Digger Lucky Rabbit Foot Bunny Patron Legs Rodent Cock (Bunny, Mouse, Mole-man) Bunny Patron Cock Bunny Stamina Bunny Patron Stamina Mole-man Earth Magic Bunny Patron Earth Magic Mole-man ws Mole-man Summon Shovel Bunny Patron Summon Carrot Look, I¡¯m just a woman¡­ a woman with a big, fat, cock!!! Yes, I sacrificed my Mole-man Earth Magic for a Bunny Patron Cock (which I¡¯m able to select thanks to Paternal Malleability neutralizing the requirements), and I regret nothing! Okay, okay, it somewhat eases my conscience to note Bunny Patron Earth Magic provides roughly 2/3 of my total Earth Magic with all three sources equipped. And I didn¡¯t pull that number out of my ass; it¡¯s roughly guesstimated through intuition. Thusly, I¡¯m currently at 5/6 of my potential max Earth Magic power. That¡¯s not too shabby. (2/3 = 4/6; 4/6 + 1/6 = 5/6, I didn¡¯t skip maths ss!) But, damn, this thing is enormous. It¡¯s like swinging around a club attached to my groin. Of course, I¡¯m not intending to vite poor Gale¡¯s virgin pussy with this beast (we¡¯ll save that treat forter), but any monster that gets in my way today should think twice about their life choices. Wait, hold on. I just unlocked a new mark ability: Induce Ovtion. Wow, that¡¯s fucked up. I bet it¡¯s a generic Patron ability, too. When a Patron-type monster fucks you, I bet it doesn¡¯t matter if it¡¯s that time of the month, he¡¯ll get you pregnant anyway. Fucking Peter. Fucking monster rapists. Ahem. Last, but not least: *Mer Marks ¨C None* Mermaid Sight Fishman Sight Mermaid Gills Fishman Gills Mermaid Fins Mermaid Depth Resistance Fishman Depth Resistance Mermaid Water Magic Mermaid Ovipositor Cancer ws Cancer Legs Cancer Slippery Foam Magic Cancer Summon Armor Fishman Cock Fishman Head Fishman Summon Spear Another satisfactory setup. If it ain¡¯t broke, don¡¯t fix it. The only thing I¡¯m tempted by is Slippery Foam Magic, but honestly, I can use cum as lubrication while I have Bunny Stamina. No big deal. It¡¯s more a luxury mark than a necessity. Bonus round: *Breeder Marks ¨C Two (Male), One (Female)!* Paternal Malleability I (II - 3) Paternal Customization (3) Paternal Inheritance I Paternal Seminal Control Volume Qualities Spawn Attributes Paternal Seminal Potency Sustenance Sperm Lure Partner Tracker Maternal Ovarian Control Maternity Ward Create Womb Seed Maternal Fetus Protection Maternal Inheritance I Maternal Fast-Gestation I Maternal Mammary Control and Potency Sustenance Pacification Allure After reviewing my options, my first temptation is saving up for a second level of Paternal Malleability. That¡¯d let me switch cocks more often. Or maybe Customization instead¡ªI could design an Uber Ovipositor/Cock with Bunny Patron thickness, a Canine knot, and that never goes soft like a Treefolk dick. *Wipes drool* Paternal Inheritance is important. It won¡¯t help me fuck better, but it¡¯s about time for me to start thinking about the future. Same for Spawn Attributes, which must refer to my offspring. I assume Potent Sperm is just a 100% impregnation sess rate. I don¡¯t super need that with my Ovipositor equipped. Seminal Lure has monster hunting applications, and Seminal Qualities is intriguing. It makes me wonder how much I can actually alter my semen. That could potentially make a big difference, or not be worth a mark after all. Hard to say. Partner Tracker is a big one, though. I¡¯ve had my eye on it, and I¡¯ve noticed it can be purchased with either Male or Female Breeder marks. I originally thought it was worthless while I have Wolf Nose. However, some additional consideration has me rethinking that stance. I could use Partner Tracker to monitor Arie and Kani¡¯s locations. Wolf Nose doesn¡¯t work underwater. It might let me know what Dura is up to or have helped me find Cottontail¡¯s sister depending on how it works exactly. The more girls I impregnate in different locations, the more important having some way to check on them bes. Yeah, I¡¯m talking myself into it. Male Breeder marks seem easier toe by than Female, so here goes nothing¡­ *Selected Partner Tracker!* It doesn¡¯t seem to work automatically; at least no instant brain-map appears in my vision, so I move on with the intention to figure it outter. Maternity Ward has always been a question mark to me. I guess, since it¡¯s on the Ovarian Control branch, it gives me additional options during conceiving or maybe birth. Fast Gestation has obvious benefits. Inheritance I is another clear winner, even if I don¡¯t know how it works. Then there¡¯s Allure enticing me with its¡­ allure. Fetus Protection sounds critically important for protecting the life inside me, and the more I consider that fact, the more irresponsible my behavior seems in retrospect. I fought Peter, a tier-three monster, without this ability while I had one of Gabby¡¯s embryo offspring inside me. I¡¯m super lucky I didn¡¯t have a miscarriage. My enemies are only going to get stronger, and I¡¯m only going to get more damaged during fights. If I don¡¯t take this, I know I¡¯ll regret it. *Selected Maternal Fetus Protection!* I check if I¡¯ve unlocked anything and find a few surprises: Partner Map, Partner Brand, and Distress Call appear under Partner Tracker, and Maternal Brand plus Fast-Maturing Spawn appear under Fetus Protection. Thatst one gives me pause until I consider the most efficient way to protect a child would be to literally shorten their childhood. Actually, I¡¯m kind of against that. Giving my children a lengthy childhood is an aspirational luxury. Partner Tracker especially seems to be a branch focusing on practical applications. I may have to invest heavily there in the future. I see two ¡®Brand¡¯ type options with no indication of their function. However, the Map and Distress Call both sound useful. Alright, drumroll, please. In summary: *Selected Marks - 21* Wolf Nose Wolf Rush Cinderwolf Ember Magic Harpy Sight Harpy Lightweight Orc Stature Orc Strength Goblin Apprentice Fast Learner Mermaid Water Magic Cancer Summon Armor Fishman Summon Spear Mouse Predator Sense Lucky Rabbit Foot Bunny Stamina Bunny Patron Earth Magic Bunny Patron Cock Slime Core Jellyfish Slime Constitution Mandragora Photosynthesis Pitcher Treefolk Vines Twisted Treefolk Earth Magic *Breeder Marks - 9* Paternal Malleability I Paternal Seminal Control ¨C Volume Paternal Seminal Potency ¨C Sustenance Partner Tracker Maternal Ovarian Control Maternal Create Womb Seed Maternal Fetus Protection Maternal Mammary Control and Potency ¨C Pacification, Sustenance *Avable Marks - 4* Canine ¨C One! Avian ¨C None! Mer ¨C None! Goblinoid ¨C One! Slime ¨C One! Fuzzy ¨C None! Forest ¨C None! Breeder (male) ¨C One! Breeder (female) ¨C None! 47. Breakfast (R-18) 47. Breakfast (R-18) Spoiler Anal, Slight BDSM pain-y and domination, light spanking [copse] ¡°A-Alex?!?¡± Cottontail lifts her mouth from my breast to stare in awe at the awakening beast between my legs. I grin. ¡°A ¡®gift¡¯ from your father.¡± ¡°¡­I thought I recognized it,¡± she mutters. A loud, long, yawn from the bed interrupts us before I can transition things to a steamy scenario. ¡°What¡¯s all the noise about?¡± Suka says as she rises. The way her slender breasts hang on her chest like raindrops on ss makes my dick throb. I¡¯m once again reminded of the Cinderwolf¡¯s beauty as if the new day allowed me to see her again for the first time. Wolf ears, tail, foot paws, and hand ws are her only canine features at the moment. Her curly bone-ash pale hair is messy with bedhead, entuating her wild and fierce nature. The fur on her arms and legs seems today like gauntlets and greaves as if proiming her ready for battle even when naked. However, the tuft of fur above herhers feels more like an invitation, drawing the eye to her steamy sex. Suka¡¯s eyes fall on my stiffening cock, and her eyes widen. ¡°That¡¯s new.¡± Then she bites her lip and smiles. ¡°I know how I want my breakfast.¡± She flips onto her front, kneels on the bed, and leans forward. Her ass cheeks naturally part in this position to reveal her pussy, and she lifts her tail to present the precious rosebud beneath. Suka looks over her shoulder with those ember-hot eyes to burn me with a e hither¡¯ stare. ¡°I-I saw it first!¡± Cottontail objects with a deep red blush while staking her im with a tiny hand on my massive ns. I raise an eyebrow. ¡°You¡¯re feeling assertive today,¡± Iment. ¡°I do love a woman who knows what she wants¡­¡± That applies to both my girls here, though. Flou rolls off the bed, abandoning her role as a sentient pillow. She extends a pseudopod to pluck the bunny girl off me as she says, ¡°Remember you¡¯re prey, cousin. Let the predators fight for dominance. Your job is to entice, to make them chase after you, and I have just the thing!¡± The Fuzzy Slime gloms onto Cottontail, muffling her cries with fur-covered amorphous flesh as the bunny girl is surely vited in multiple ways while being given the ostensive makeover. I send Flou a silent ¡®thank you¡¯ for removing a difficult decision from my te that might¡¯ve hurt someone¡¯s feelings. There¡¯s only one bare ass before me now. Kneeling at the foot of the bed, I lean in and kiss my canine lover¡¯s soft cheeks. I breathe her scent, reminiscent of cozy campfire cuddles. My tongue traces her crevice from clit to supplebia, dips into the pink bliss of her honey tunnel, along her perineum, to the gentle divot of her pucker. I circle her rim, kiss the rosebud in the center, and stiffen my tongue to push my way inside. ¡°Mph!¡± Suka softly moans into the nkets. Moving my head in a steady rhythm, I slowly limatize her to my shallow pration. Her tail begins to wag, brushing my head and shoulders as the Cinderwolf girl involuntarily shows her appreciation for my efforts. My hands stroke her back, palm her buttocks, and massage her derriere as my tongue works. Withdrawing, I lower my gaze to find her sex is sopping wet and drooling. As tempting as the sight is, we both have another hole in mind. ¡°Good morning,¡± Gabby greets me with a grin and a dazzling yellow gaze magnified by her spectacles. Those sses and her exceptionally long, pointed ears make her face seem small and petite inparison. In my focus, I didn¡¯t notice her stir and rise from slumber. ¡°Let me give you a hand.¡± The Goblin girl grabs my cock and guides the tip to her mouth. She kisses my urethra, probing the entrance with her nimble smallfolk tongue. ¡°Ngh!¡± I grunt and pant as my tiny green wife teases me. This is thergest dick I¡¯ve ever worn, its sheer size granting my lovers new opportunities. I need to find a monster girl with a long tongue¡­ Gabby doesn¡¯t let my mind wander as she licks the ns, rotating around the circumference over and over. All the while, her other hand cups beneath the end of her ¡®Apprentice Rod.¡¯ Copying Kani¡¯s magic materializes slippery foam that she thers onto Suka¡¯s ass. My faithful Goblin wife dutifully prepares the uing receptacle for my day¡¯s first load with a foam-slick finger. ¡°Mmm,¡± Suka hums in appreciation while wagging her tail. I watch her anus squeeze Gabby¡¯s digit from where I¡¯m kneeling. Then the Goblin girl uses her other hand to catch another batch of slippery foam and thoroughly coat my length. She guides my cock to her chest, and despite her other hand being busy, I take this invitation for what it is. I grab her breasts and press them together to make a lubricated cocksleeve for my rod. Gabby is an exceptionally curvy Goblin. She¡¯s my little sex bomb, with broad hips, sulent thighs, a bodacious booty, and a massive rack¡­ for a small person. Her huge breasts rtive to her figure are amazing to look at, like a human with G-cups shrunk down, but even a busty three-foot-tall Goblin doesn¡¯t have enough boobage to fully engulf a Bunny Patron¡¯s dick. Still, my sausage thoroughly enjoys the ride on her slip-and-slide, the tip reaching her soft, parted lips with each thrust. My desire kindles hotter with each frictionless plunge between my wife¡¯s mammaries as my eyes devour Suka¡¯s hungry ass. I can¡¯t wait a moment longer. I take Gabby in my arms and lift her for a brief kiss before setting her aside. Her turn wille soon enough. Desperately, I stand, grab both of the Cinderwolf¡¯s buttocks in either hand and align my rod with her slightly parted pucker. I push forward, making Suka grunt as her rear entrance gradually rxes to ept me. Three inches in, and she bes unbearably tight. She whines, ¡°Fuck, you¡¯re so big.¡± ¡°You okay?¡± I ask. ¡°Don¡¯t stop. Grab my tail and make me your bitch! I want to hurt.¡± If that¡¯s her desire¡­ I grab her waist and pull her onto me as I thrust, forcing my way through her constricting entry into a soft interior, impaling Suka fully with my massive rod. ¡°Aaahhhnnn!¡± My fist closes around the base of her tail. Her anus pinches my cock hard, and intense pleasure causes me to buck against her padded rear. ¡°Yes!!!¡± Following instinct, I p her ass cheek with my other hand, resulting in a loud resounding p. ¡°Fuck, Alex! Yes, fuck up your bitch!¡± I don¡¯t need encouragement. I¡¯m plunging into her velvet channel as her iron grip squeezes me tighter with each spank. Her pale ass turns pink as my handprints ovep. My essence boils inside me as my huge invader ravages Suka¡¯s butt. The wet sound of my crotch pounding against her ass fills the hut. Herher juices spill onto my thighs. Her cries of excruciating pleasure fill my mind to bursting with desire. I pull on her tail and p her cheeks harder than ever. Her asshole contracts like a vice. We both scream as I cum inside. Suka¡¯s squirting sshes me, running down my legs in rivulets. My cream shoots out in huge jets rocketing through my urethra, and I feel it sloshing around my phallus as I fill her rectal cavity. Her butt takes everything I give without spilling a drop. Withdrawing from Suka, I look down to see her cradling her gaping red ass to hold my cum inside. ¡°Oh, my, how intense,¡± Gabby says. She¡¯s drooling and biting her knuckle while watching Suka as she flicks her bean. ¡°Don¡¯t keep me waiting long.¡± I¡¯m already hard again for another round. ¡°Why would I keep you waiting?¡± ¡°Alex¡­¡± Cottontail calls and my gaze shifts to the bunny girl on the bed. She¡¯s wearing a frilly top and pleated miniskirt that conceals nothing and entuates everything. Something is different though, something that breaks my brain for a moment. Boobs. Cottontail¡¯s top covers a pair of delectable B-cup breasts. I gulp, blink in shock, and then I¡¯m all over her. Laying on my back, I have Cottontail sitting on my groin with my massive boner between her thick thighs. Her itty bitty clitty stands beside mine, erect as a directparison between our ¡®manhoods.¡¯ She rolls her red hips, frotting her clitty against my rod for stimtion, causing her boobs to jiggle with every movement. It¡¯s Flou, of course. Both the clothes and the ¡®breasts¡¯ beneath are Fuzzy Slime constructs. But they seem so real¡­ My hands grasp Cottontail¡¯s respectable knockers and squeeze to find their consistency, squishiness, and resistance are perfect replicas of the real thing. I guess it takes a former bunny girl to make an urate facsimile. ¡°Ahn!¡± Cottontail throws her head back and moans as I touch her chest. I know from experience that Flou is stimting the bunny girl¡¯s nipples with tiny fleshy mouths in tandem with my touches to make Cottontail feel good as well. ¡°This is amazing,¡± I say in wonderment. Flou¡¯s aesthetic taste is impable. Cottontail¡¯s breast sizeplements her appearance and personality without seemingicallyrge or unnoticeably small. ¡°I¡¯m ready for breakfast,¡± the bunny girl says as she rises to her feet on the bed and squats above me. She perches her bounteous buttocks on my tip and meets my gaze as she lets gravity do the work. My cum and magical foam-slick cock easily slips inside her experienced ass-pussy, but her freckled expressions are priceless. She shifts from hungry grin to momentary pain as her pucker adjusts to my girth, then her eyes roll up as she descends onto my length, then gasps as more and more of me enters her. It¡¯s impressive how much cock her little body can take. ¡°Ah!¡± she breathes as her plump booty finally hilts on my crotch. Her belly bulges with my erection clearly visible. I twitch my dick and watch as her stomach quivers with the movement. ¡°Mmm.¡± Cottontail moans as her hands rub my rod through the thin barrier of her skin. I pick up my bunny girl lover, watching as the cock-shaped bulge in her tummy ttens, then distend as I quickly pull her down onto me. ¡°Yes, Alex!¡± Her strawberry blond hair, long bunny ears, and new boobies bounce in rhythm as I repeatedly pound her ass-pussy. Cottontail is a perfect, silky-smooth sheath for my massive rod. The way she grips my length without resisting my entry shows how she¡¯s already be my personal onahole. Her ass is milking my dick. I can¡¯t hold back! My hands move swiftly, pumping her on my rod like I¡¯m jacking off. Her clitty flops around uselessly, leaking cream all over my abs and groin as her soft little coin purse smooshes against my Orc Strength muscles. ¡°Alex, I¡¯m cumming!¡± Although the insertion size is the same, Peter could never have brought her this pleasure, only pain without the arousal and affection bonding us. Shaking with her hands-free prostate orgasm, Cottontail gives me a blissful, drooling ahegao smile. I cum explosively inside my bunny lover, unable to contain my lust a moment longer. My Seminal Control produces an abundance of supernaturally nutritious seed despite filling Suka minutes ago. Cottontail¡¯s abdomen swells as I stuff her with my cream until she looks three months pregnant. A heart-shaped mark appears around her artificial womb tattoo before my widening eyes. She cums again from the sensation of being filled and marked, ejacting a white dollop onto my tits. A tendril of awareness flickers to life, connecting me with Cottontail. A curious thought confirms Suka and I are bonded as well (I just didn¡¯t notice her mark since her belly was facing down). So, this is Partner Tracker in action? It only works on women I¡¯ve fucked after acquiring it¡­ I guess I¡¯ll have to revisit Arie and Kani! Oh well! Grabbing Cottontail by her blond hair, I pull her to my breasts, and she gets the hint to clean up the mess she made. My bunny girl lover licks my substantial mammaries until every drop of her cream has been removed. Then she offers her load to me on her cupped tongue. Sitting up to ept the kiss, we swap her salty cum between us even as her butt continues to milk my still-spasming rod. I tilt her head back, she gapes her mouth open like the obedient cum-slut she is, and I spit her load plus my saliva into her throat. She swallows and thanks me for the privilege with a thoroughly satisfied sultry look. We carefully extract her ass-pussy from my length without spilling cum. It is her breakfast, after all. She pauses with her anus kissing my tip to plug the entry until her gaping hole calms to a rosebud once again. ¡°Alex, is it my turn?¡± Gabby teases from where she lies syed on the bed beside us. She sets her spectacles aside on the nightstand. ¡°I¡¯m awfully hungry, and you made me a dangerous promisest night.¡± She¡¯s referring to when I said I¡¯d return what she did to me a hundredfold, right before she impregnated me with an eleven-inch Twisted Apprentice Rod. I foolishly intended it as a warning, but she took it as encouragement. My pussy is still feeling her rough treatment this morning. ¡°So, how about two for one?¡± she says, spreading her green lips to reveal her pink pussy in invitation. Cottontail looks up at me with questioning eyes as if not believing her ears and asking permission at the same time. I¡¯m not such a jealous harem leader to not let my lovers enjoy each other! I know mutual love for me is the glue holding this household together. I¡¯m not worried about getting cucked since Gabby is already pregnant with my first son (second child overall), so I see no issue. If anything, I want to encourage affection between them since I¡¯ll be leaving them alone, and my protection of Cottontail is the only reason Gabby hasn¡¯t already made rabbit stew. ¡°I¡¯d love to, honey.¡± I grab Gabby and Cottontail to pull them into position, an easy feat with my Orc Strength and Stature. My Goblin wife is the smallest of us (a few inches shorter than Cottontail), but her ass is the biggest and squishiest. I kneel with her smooth green legsid over my thighs and my cum-slick erection between her cheeks. Grabbing her by the love handles, I drag her onto my rod. My cock presses against the pink rosebud nestled between great green globes until her anus rxes to ept me. We go slow and steady but keep a decent pace, as this isn¡¯t the first time we¡¯ve done anal. She winces as her rectal muscles struggle to ept my girth but knows how to calm herself, and soon I¡¯m sliding home. When I¡¯m fully inside, and the two of us are connected as lovers, I lift her by the hips, and she props herself up on her elbows to get a good view. Her belly bulge is even more visible than Cottontail¡¯s, my outline stark against her smooth green skin, the veins of my cock almost discernable. ¡°A-are you sure it¡¯s alright?¡± Cottontail asks the Goblin girl who¡¯d normally be her predator. I remember her hesitationst night when using her ¡®clitty¡¯ to impregnate me before I returned the favor. ¡°Come here and fuck me, my tasty little morsel.¡± ¡°Y-yes, ma¡¯am!¡± Cottontail obediently slides her legs between mine and Gabby¡¯s, then sits between us on my groin. She guides her three-and-a-half-inch member into my Goblin wife¡¯s pussy before thrusting inside. ¡°You¡¯re so tight, Miss Gabby!¡± ¡°I try to amodate all sizes,¡± Gabby says as she winks at me. I would¡¯ve thought I¡¯d stretched out her pussy from fucking her with my monster cocks but realize at least part of it is the fact she¡¯s already taking my Bunny Patron dick in the ass. There¡¯s a lot less room inside her than normal! Of course, her rectum feels tighter on me after Cottontail¡¯s insertion, so the reverse is also true. ¡°Now, service that cock like a good girl.¡± Gabby¡¯s twisted rod stands stiff and tall in front of Cottontail like a mast. The bunny girl tenderly grasps the stolen stiffy that surely raped dozens of her cousins before changing hands and leans down to kiss the ns. ¡°Aaahn!¡± the Goblin whines with a cock each in her ass and pussy as her grafted dick is sensually pleasured. She really is my greedy girl. Encouraged, Cottontail embraces the almost footlong rod, grabbing her artificial B-cups to perform paizuri. She¡¯s new to the skill, but performs admirably, pressing the bottom of her bust (Flou) onto the knotty length of Gabby¡¯s bumpy rod. I swear I hear a muffled voice gasping in pleasure at the insertion, but it must¡¯ve been my imagination. When Gabby¡¯s cockhead pokes out from between Cottontail¡¯s fuzzy-fabric-covered breasts, the bunny girl tongue goes to work circling the tip on each pump of the twisted dick. ¡°Mmm, ahhn, that¡¯s a very good girl. Now, fuck me.¡± The bunny girl goes to work humping Gabby like a dildo set to vibrate. And that¡¯s very much how this foursome threesome feels. I¡¯m ass-fucking my wife while she uses a toy to make her pussy cum; a win-win scenario for any couple looking to broaden their horizons. ¡°Oh, my! Fuck!¡± Gabby arches her spine as Cottontail repeatedly pounds the Goblin girl¡¯s g-spot with a small, yet well-angled, member. I have to agree. Cottontail¡¯s clitty is frotting against my cock with every thrust through Gabby¡¯s velvety inner walls. I feel each quiver, pulse, and squeeze of my Goblin wife¡¯s muscles through my dick. It¡¯s an exquisite sensation, unlike anything I¡¯ve experienced. Cottontail¡¯s little sack and perineum grind against the top of my member while her abundant bottom ms into my groin with each withdrawal from Gabby¡¯s honey tunnel. The bunny girl¡¯s thrusting elerates as she cums, creaming the Goblin¡¯s sweet sheath. ¡°K-keep g-going,¡± Gabby says, breathless as she grabs the sheets in a white-knuckle grip. Our mutual lover pushes through the pleasure with Bunny Stamina. Meanwhile, her mouth and boob-job never cease. ¡°Oh! Ahn!¡± Gabby bucks and rises to grab Cottontail¡¯s head and forces the bunny girl¡¯s mouth onto her twisted rod. Cum that I know tastes like a mix of applesauce and Goblin musk balloons Cottontail¡¯s cheeks before shooting out the bunny girl¡¯s nose to cover Gabby¡¯s belly. Gabby¡¯s ass clenches around my member like a steel trap as she cums with her cock. ¡°Fucking damn,¡± I gasp. Cottontail isn¡¯t done, continuing to pound Gabby¡¯s pussy despite not being able to breathe. The-little-bunny-girl-that-could is relentless in hermitment to hitting the Goblin girl¡¯s g-spot until Gabby goes rigid with pleasure. ¡°Aaahhnn!!!¡± In her ecstasy, Gabby rolls her hips on me and wildly thrusts her rod between Cottontail¡¯s breasts and into the bunny girl¡¯s mouth over and over in rapid session. She violently fucks herself on my cock like a woman possessed. My wife¡¯s spasming, flexing muscles, clenching buttocks, mp-like anal ring, and squeezing inner corridors milk me for all I¡¯m worth. A few pumping thrusts into Gabby while gripping her love handles is all it takes for me to cum my brains out. A bucket of splooge shoots through me into the Goblin¡¯s depths. Her tummy swells, and a heart-shaped mark appears beneath her bellybutton to seal our connection. Inside the heart, a stylized outline of her womb and ovaries also bes visible. Within her womb, I find an icon bearing the face of a sleeping Goblin boy. Flou melts off Cottontail into a furry, spent puddle on the bed and the four of usy together while catching our breaths. I pull the bunny girl¡¯s head off of Gabby¡¯s rod and lick her face clean of Goblin cum before feeding it back to her in a kiss. ¡°You did¡­ a very¡­ very good job, Cottontail,¡± Gabby says with a wide smile. 48. The Bet 48. The Bet With the most important meal of the day taken care of, we can finally address less significant topics. ¡°I¡¯m climbing Harpy Mountain today.¡± Gabby spits out Cottontail¡¯s clitty in shock. She insisted on ¡®repaying¡¯ the bunny girl¡¯s hard work after breakfast. She just happens to be using Cottontail¡¯s face as her seat while servicing the tiny member. ¡°Alex, what business could you possibly have there?¡± Suka spits out my fat cock in shock. ¡°Why would you want to go somece we can¡¯t follow? Wolves are terrible climbers.¡± ¡°Mph, mmm mph?¡± Cottontail asks, face smothered beneath the Goblin¡¯s ample posterior. ¡°The bitch is right,¡± Gabby says. Suka snorts and flips her hair in response to the (technically urate) title but doesn¡¯t otherwise respond to the teasing. ¡°You¡¯d get stronger faster with our help tackling the Misty Grove or Chatan Forest.¡± ¡°Well¡­ I met this really cute Harpy the other day¡­¡± Suka and Gabby exchange a put-upon look, then sigh in unison. ¡°I was hoping to have her to ourselves for at least a few days,¡± the Cinderwolf girl grumbles. ¡°I told you she picks up stray monsters left and right. There¡¯s no telling how many she¡¯ll bring home with her today.¡± ¡°Wanna bet?¡± ¡°Three,¡± Gabby says with confidence. ¡°Fuck, that¡¯s a lot. You sure?¡± ¡°I¡¯m certain. How many?¡± ¡°O-one.¡± Gabby scoffs. ¡°Easy win.¡± ¡°Are you kidding me? I win if it¡¯s one or two!¡± ¡°And I win if it¡¯s three or more. Easy win.¡± The Cinderwolf girl growls, then lets it go. Hey, I¡¯m not that promiscuous! Err, my harem standards are very high! I didn¡¯t take any of the mice or bunnies I fucked in the Warren home with me, even though I spotted some unique variants. I wasn¡¯t tempted at all by the Goblins, Hobs, and Orcs we knocked unconscious getting to the Treefolk battle¡­ Okay, a few of them weren¡¯t bad to look at, b-but t-they didn¡¯t meet my harem standards! ¡°Ahem, I was wondering if either of you had advice since climbing with me is out of the question?¡± I attempt to steer the conversation back on topic. ¡°Don¡¯t go?¡± Suka shrugs. Gabby plucks her spectacles from the nightstand and dons them before speaking, ¡°Alex, how many monsters are you taking with you?¡± I raise an eyebrow, but her expression demands I answer the question factually. ¡°Two: Flou, and I¡¯ll have Olindia with me.¡± I pat my lower abdomen, where my uterus houses thetter¡¯s Pink Slime core. The former schlorps over from cleaning cum drippings and perks up, saying, ¡°I get toe with you, Alex?¡± ¡°Of course, I need to look my best.¡± Flou happily gloms onto me and reshapes herself into acy bralette (still made of auburn fur) plus a pair of elegant panties with a vulgar bulge barely containing myid cock. ¡°Alright,¡± Gabby says after briefly fucking me with her eyes. ¡°But are they at peak power?¡± ¡°¡°Huh?¡±¡± Flou and I say together. ¡°Slimes can have ¡®Color,¡¯ ¡®Form,¡¯ and a ¡®Modifier.¡¯ Flou¡¯s ¡®Form¡¯ is ¡®Fuzzy.¡¯ That Slime you picked up at the beach the other day is a ¡®Pink Jellyfish Slime.¡¯ See, Color and Form. They both have a slot open for a ¡®Modifier,¡¯ and I don¡¯t want you climbing that mountain without those filled. I believe all you need is to add two first-tier Slime cores to either of your pets to make them ¡®Small Swarm Slimes.¡¯¡± ¡°Umm, Gabby, Olindia only registers as a Pink Slime.¡± ¡°What? That can¡¯t be¡­ Well, perhaps she¡¯s in the process of assimting her two evolutions.¡± I nod. ¡°Actually, I haven¡¯t checked her status sincest night. She started as ¡®Dormant¡¯ and went straight to ¡®Exhausted¡¯ after she used her Pink Slime magic to save my life.¡± ¡°Ah, well then, you¡¯ll definitely need to make her a Swarm-type Slime. I assume each core attached to her yields one use of healing magic.¡± ¡°That¡¯s brilliant, Gabby! I¡¯ll get on that right away, but first, let me check my status again. Maybe it¡¯ll finally give me a clue as to why it¡¯s taken her so much longer than Flou toe out.¡± *Pets* *Lazy Pink Jellyfish Slime Core* *Contented Fuzzy Slime* ¡°MOTHERF 49. Setting Out 49. Setting Out Lazy? Lazy!?! I should¡¯ve known based on her personality when we met (she was lying face down in the sand like an idiot). The reason why Flou popped out almost instantly, but Olindia won¡¯t leave my womb is because thetter is the type to sleep all day and not bother to aplish anything unless forced to do so. In other words, a shut-in. You might say she¡¯s literally living in a mother¡¯s ¡®basement.¡¯ ¡°Are you sure about leaving Gabby and Suka behind?¡± Flou asks me. I¡¯m running through Fuzzy Field toward the Misty Grove with nobody but my two Slime pets to apany me. I¡¯ve left my armor off for a couple of reasons. First, it gives away my nature somewhat. I¡¯m not a weak human anymore, but I want to encourage random monster attacks by seeming defenseless. More encounters mean more marks. Second is Photosynthesis. Gabby gave me some snacks and veggies before I left the hut, but the underrated Forest mark is doing work today. Exposing my green skin to the sun is essential for padding my daily caloric requirements. Third, I like looking cute. It¡¯s a luxury, sure, but one I can better afford the more powerful I be. ¡°It¡¯s no big deal,¡± I say, answering Flou. ¡°I can practically fight a tier-three monster on my own, and I¡¯m sticking to the outskirts.¡± I recall part of our conversation from this morning. ¡°If you feel the need to find this Harpy, then I won¡¯t stand in your way,¡± Gabby said. ¡°However, as your wife and life partner, it¡¯s my responsibility to drill some sense into that thick, reckless skull of yours. Go to the Misty Grove first to upgrade Flou and Olindia. It shouldn¡¯t take more than an hour or two even without delving deep into the woods.¡± ¡°Agreed,¡± Suka said. ¡°You should have a real monster by your side at all times. Since I can¡¯t climb the mountain with you, upgrading yourpanion should be top priority.¡± Gabby nodded. ¡°From what we sawst time, the threat level in the outer Grove area is minimal.¡± Strangely humid air lingers perpetually in the area despite the rising sun¡¯s heat. Only the vague shadows of trunks and canopies are visible through the fog that never dies. We¡¯ve arrived. I stroll through the outer edge of the Misty Grove in my underwear like a lost, vulnerable human. Last time, I had Gabby¡¯s Goblin Ears and her bandolier of eleven herbs and spices to protect me. This time¡­ A blue blur darts from the mists. ¡°Cottontail, I got these two new abilities from experimenting with my marks this morning. Can you tell me anything about a mouse¡¯s Predator Sense?¡± ¡°Um, I¡¯ve never heard anyone call it that, but Megan has always been really good at staying one step ahead of the Harpies, Dire Wolves, and Goblins thate after us. It¡¯s like she knows she¡¯s being stalked even when they don¡¯t make a sound!¡± ¡°And what about a rabbit¡¯s Lucky Foot?¡± ¡°Oh, yeah, that¡¯s a weird one! Sometimes, my left foot goes all pins-and-needles like it¡¯s fallen asleep. Then something weird happens to the predator attacking me, like a Dire Wolf stepping in a hole, or a sudden updraft throwing off a Harpy¡¯s dive. But it never happens more than once a day.¡± ¡°Wow, freaky.¡± ¡°Actually, I think I remember my foot getting all tingly right before you rescued me from those Mole-men!¡± I feel a hot and itchy sensation on my back like fire ant bites. Taking it as a signal, I dodge aside with Wolf Rush and Treefolk Vines. Something bigger than I¡¯m used to (that¡¯s what she said) whooshes past me an instantter. Hah! I did it! I dodged without looking! The monster is about half my size, big, blue, and round with no discernable features. Wow, this Slime is way bigger than the one I saw on my previous trip here with Gabby. It must be fifteen gallons! That¡¯s enough Slime to knock someone down and pin them while it dissolves their face. Scary. More ant bites on my arms and head. The Large Slime extends several pseudopods in my direction, attempting to cut off my escape. The tentacles are long and mobile. Ah, I see. First-tier Slimes only know ¡®Tackle,¡¯ while Large Slimes are ambush predators who use their tendrils to seal the deal. Summoning an ember spear, I slice through the pseudopod on my left before extending Vines from my subcutaneous nodules. My green lifelines plunge into the dirt and pull me aside while the other tentacles whiff, passing through my previous position. ¡°Want any help?¡± Flou asks from somewhere on my bralette and panties. ¡°Nah, I want to train here for a few minutes.¡± I use Predator Sense to dodge again. I was right, it¡¯s an extremely useful ability; something like limited precognition. ¡°Predator Sense needs to be a reflex for me. Plus, I could use a little practice with my Vines, and memorizing the Large Slime¡¯s attack pattern with Fast Learner couldn¡¯t hurt.¡± I debate donning my armor but feel like I need the extra incentive to dodge without making a mistake. If I get hurt, Olindia will have to use her Pink Slime healing on me. After wasting one of those limited uses, I¡¯d have no choice but to retreat to the hut in humiliating defeat and wait for tomorrow to reset. I¡¯m not worried in the slightest since I have Flou to bail me out of a bad situation as well. The little Fuzzy Slime is more than capable of wrecking the other monster¡¯s day, no doubt. While the Large Slime is far beneath me as an opponent, it¡¯s a good match to train my inexperience and deficiencies. It sends multiple pseudopods at me from several directions at once each time ites in range. In these mists, one definitely would¡¯ve eventually slipped past my notice without Predator Sense. However, with Fast Learner elerating my development, I¡¯ve learned all I can in less than an hour. A few thrown spears to center mass are all it takes to pop the Large Slime like a water balloon. The spilled slime evaporates without the monster¡¯s membrane holding the stuff inside until only a core is left behind. *Large Slime yer ¨C One Slime Mark!* I stand over therge ck marble and wait for something to happen. ¡°Feel anything, Flou?¡± ¡°¡­Yes. There¡¯s a certain resonance I can sense. The defeated core is submissive; willing to bond with anythingpatible.¡± ¡°Ah, that¡¯s the ¡®Subjugated¡¯ status.¡± I stand there, waiting. ¡°Aren¡¯t you going to take it?¡± ¡°Um, so,¡± Flou begins hesitantly, ¡°I don¡¯t really want to be a Large Slime. I think having multiple bodies as a Swarm-type would be more interesting, and I¡¯m afraid I¡¯ll bond with it if I touch the core.¡± I blink in surprise. ¡°I would¡¯ve expected you to go for the increased size in the hopes of improving your Slime shaping. You know, to try and look more like your old self?¡± ¡°Yeah, that¡¯s¡­¡± Flou releases a burbling sigh. ¡°I actually think I¡¯ve reconciled to being clothes. I¡¯m more excited about bing a full wardrobe for all your harem girls than returning to being a bunny.¡± Huh. I guess that¡¯s the ¡®Contented¡¯ status. Something stirs within me, and a pink pseudopod extends from myhers to snatch the unguarded core. ¡°Wait, shit!¡± I scramble to grab the core away from Olindia¡¯s tendril, but the flexible fluid tentacle evades my every attempt. It retreats inside me with a schlorp while carrying the core in its pseudopod grasp. ¡°Fuck. Oh, fucky fuck.¡± I fall to my hands and knees in despair. *Pets* *Lazy Large Pink Jellyfish Slime Core* *Contented Fuzzy Slime* ¡°Gabby is going to kill me.¡± I think I hear a crow in the distance calling, ¡°Aho! Aho!¡± Which is weird because most birds have been hunted to extinction by cat girls. 50. More Slime 50. More Slime ¡°Alex, are you alright?¡± No answer. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Alex. I should¡¯ve taken the core. I didn¡¯t know Olindia was so grabby.¡± ¡°Thanks for being willing to ept part of the me, Flou, but this one is all on me. I¡¯ve seen Olindia snatch cores off the ground before. I should¡¯ve expected this. I just hope Olindia has at least two healing charges now, or else Gabby is going to murder me when we get home.¡± Coming to the Misty Grove to farm Slime cores ¨C big brain move. Allowing Olindia, the healer, to be a Large Slime instead of a Swarm ¨C neanderthal brain move. ¡°It wouldn¡¯t be so bad if I could turn Pink¡­¡± the Fuzzy Slime says. ¡°No, it¡¯s fine.¡± Gabby already exined to us that some monsters just won¡¯t take to certain evolutions. Something about personality, or whatever. I can¡¯t think of anything I did with Olindia I haven¡¯t done with Flou. Filled her with cum, check. Stuffed her in my vagina, check. If there¡¯s some other hidden requirement, neither Gabby, me, nor the Book of Monsters have figured it out. We¡¯re continuing to circle the outskirts of the Misty Grove. It seems Slimes aren¡¯t quite so plentiful despite being attacked within minutes ofing here both times since there hasn¡¯t been a sighting in thest hour. Wandering around with low visibility as the minutes stretch on and on can lead even someone on high alert to drop their guard eventually. I feel ant bites along my arms and back as four blue blurs dart from the mists. In response, I summon a spear into each hand, twirl them independently to sh the air, and simultaneously dodge in a single fluid motion. Four Slimes attack me from separate angles. All of them miss and stter onto the ground surrounding me, their burst membranes unable to retain integrity. Yeah, Predator Sense and Fast Learner are two great tastes that taste great together. ¡°Fuck, yes!!!¡± I throw up my hands and whoop in celebration after sessfully pulling off a move straight out of ancient human fiction. ¡°That¡­ was really impressive, Alex,¡± Flou says. It¡¯s not really that impressive since they¡¯re technically first-tier monsters, but I feel justified tooting my own horn for once. ¡°Thanks! Looks like that training against the Large Slime paid off. Predicting the first-tier Slimes¡¯ trajectories was easy once I had the timing of Predator Sense and could feel where they¡¯dnd on me.¡± The Fuzzy Slime reconstitutes herself as a five-gallon auburn-furred blob with floppy bunny ears and leaps from my chest onto the ground, leaving me naked. ¡°Feel anything?¡± ¡°Yes, I¡¯m getting a simr resonance to what I felt before. Let me try¡­¡± Flou extends a furry pseudopod that engulfs one of the Slime cores before retreating into her main body. ¡°It¡¯s weird. I feel in control of the core, but I can¡¯t do anything with it yet.¡± *Pets* *Lazy Large Pink Jellyfish Slime Core* *Contented Fuzzy Slime* *Subjugated Slime Core ¨C One* ¡°Huh.¡± My ¡®Pets¡¯ menu seems to give some indication of ¡®subservience.¡¯ ¡°Alright, now,¡± Flou says to psyche herself up before sending another furry pseudopod to swallow the second core. ¡°The resonance is increasing; something is happening!¡± Flou¡¯s furry amorphous body swells and contorts violently before my eyes. The fur parts in ces during the rapid expansion to reveal the bare flesh beneath until the Fuzzy Slime¡¯s body rips itself apart. Three mounds of flesh turn inside out, bing three auburn-furred five-gallon Fuzzy Slimes. My concern onlysts until all three Slimes sprout floppy bunny ears. ¡°Flou, there¡¯s three of you, now?¡± ¡°¡°No, I¡¯m¡­¡±¡± the three Flou¡¯s say in unison. They pause, and then the one on the left says, ¡°One mind.¡± The one on the right adds, ¡°Three bodies.¡± Finally, the one in the middle says, ¡°The others didn¡¯t have much personality to begin with, but I overwrote them regardless. Even if my original core is destroyed, or two of my three bodies, I¡¯ll be able to regenerate to this status with enough food.¡± This has been quite fascinating to watch. I remember what Gabby said before we left¡­ ¡°Suka and I are going foraging today. As much as I want toe with you, Alex, I won¡¯t be derelict in my duty to feed my human. That just means you have to pay close attention to the evolutions you see today and report back to me in excruciating detail.¡± ¡°You¡¯ll eat meat as long as it¡¯s not a monster, right? I¡¯ll try and scrounge up something that can¡¯t talk,¡± Suka added. ¡°As for our dinner, you better return in time for supper!¡± ¡°Alex, please remember toe back before they get hungry!¡± Cottontail begged with a nervous expression. ¡°No worries, we¡¯ll take great care of her!¡± Suka soothed with a carnivorous smile. ¡°Right, Gabby?¡± The Goblin girl grinned with her sharp teeth and replied, ¡°Oh, my, yes, excellent care.¡± Cottontail looked from one predator to another with a worried frown but couldn¡¯t hide her growing erection. I¡¯m sure it¡¯s fine. Maybe Gabby won¡¯t kill me if I have good notes on monster evolutions to appease her¡­? ¡°Did your shaping abilities improve?¡± The triplet Fuzzy Slimes roll together and stack on top of one another. The bottom forms a pair of legs, the middle a torso, and the top bes a head. They each resolve into finer details trying to give the impression of a bunny girl in a furry unitard, but the face especially continues tond in the uncanny valley. Flou sees my restrained expression and abandons the attempt withoutment. I change the topic. ¡°Notice anything else?¡± The three Fuzzy Slimes bob in agreement. ¡°I can already sense I¡¯ll need second-tier Slime cores to evolve to a higher state. Maybe a lot, but I¡¯m not sure.¡± So, there¡¯s almost no point grinding for more Slime cores today? ¡°Hold on, I can think of one use for these extra cores.¡±
A pink pseudopod blindly probes the nearby ground for itstest acquisition. Ites within inches of a Slime core which mysteriously slides further away. The tentacle extends slightly further to reach the undefended core so tantalizingly close. ¡°Grab her!¡± Three furry pseudopodstch onto the pink tendril along with both of my hands. Together, we frantically pull at the tentacle extending from my vagina. Inch by torturous inch, despite its struggles, we tug the pink appendage from its den. Several feet of progresster, me drawing the pseudopod forth hand over hand like an ancient human magician pulling scarfs from his sleeve, I feel an increase in girth. Finally, Olindia is hauled into the open as I ¡®give birth¡¯ to an adult woman. She¡¯s thankfully squishying out, so it¡¯s hardly painful at all. It¡¯s still a feat that would traumatize a virgin human who saw such a thing, so I¡¯ll insist on taking some credit. The woman before me is wearing a pink skirt-like jellyfish bell with tentacles like strips of fabric and a bell hat with dozens of tiny, blue-tipped tendrils. Her pink flesh is semi-translucent and eminently squeezable with the properties of both malleable slime and firmer jelly. I take a second to admire her shapely rump and melon-sized tits. ¡°H-hey, Alex, crazy meeting you here, right?¡± She¡¯s desperately scanning the area as if looking for an opportunity to escape this confrontation. ¡°Olindia, you¡¯ve been living in my womb. We¡¯re not exactly meeting since we¡¯re always together.¡± She¡¯s a drowsy-looking young girl with downturned eyes, an oval face, and an ever-present serene smile. While no legendary beauty, her cuddlesome prettiness and squishy assets make me want to indulge her, which is why this conversation is going to be difficult. ¡°Yeah, absolutely you could look at it that way, except I barely remember anything since that time on the beach.¡± ¡°Nothing? Not even when I nearly died yesterday?¡± ¡°Well, I couldn¡¯t let that asshole Peter kill you.¡± I roll my eyes. ¡°So, you were awake.¡± ¡°Uh, ah¡­ oh, shit. Alex, don¡¯t be mad! I figured you wouldn¡¯t mind if I crashed somewhere out of the way you weren¡¯t using that much.¡± My eye twitches in annoyance. ¡°My uterus? Where I make babies? Where I have one right now?¡± ¡°It¡¯s way nicer than the Misty Grove or the beach, all warm and soft and wet. Anyways, I¡¯d never hurt anyone with your scent, Alex! That totally goes against my Slime instincts. You won and imed me fair and square; I¡¯m fine with that.¡± ¡°You¡¯re just not fine with fighting alongside me?¡± ¡°No, of course I am, but that¡¯s¡­ like¡­ work?¡± I throw up my hands. ¡°I have a freeloader. All this time, I¡¯ve been carrying a freeloader!¡± ¡°Come on, Alex, don¡¯t be like that.¡± She has the nerve to frown at me. ¡°You sound like my mom.¡± ¡°Who is?¡± She won¡¯t meet my gaze. ¡°¡­Don¡¯t remember. I told you before my recollections are spotty.¡± ¡°Okay, okay. Maybe I¡¯m going at this the wrong way. You seem like the kind of monster who needs the carrot instead of the stick.¡± Olindia takes a second to consider before replying, ¡°Those both sound like metaphors for your penis.¡± ¡°Correct. The carrot is my cock, and the stick is also my cock. Neither of which you¡¯ll ever get again if you don¡¯t behave.¡± ¡°Wa-wa-what??? Alex, be reasonable!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t test me, Olindia! I¡¯m very mad at you! This attitude you¡¯re giving me nearly cost Flou her life.¡± ¡°H-hello,¡± Flou burbles from her three bodies nearby watching us fight like a wife berating herzy husband. ¡°Sup,¡± Olindia waves at her smaller Slime counterpart without a hint of guilt or remorse. ¡°If you want to join in the harem orgy tonight, or ever, you¡¯re going toe when I call from now on. No excuses!¡± ¡°¡­There¡¯s an orgy tonight?¡± ¡°Yes. And pretty much every night.¡± ¡°¡­Is the bunny going to be there?¡± ¡°Yes, there¡¯ll be plenty of nubile holes for you to fill with your jellyfish tentacles. IF you¡¯re good.¡± ¡°Heh, heh, heh, okey-dokey, Alex. If I have your dick and the bunny¡¯s butt, I think I can find the motivation to lend a tendril or two.¡± Thescivious look on her face is positively diabolic. I think my pet Slimes are both perverts. ¡°Alright, looks like we have an arrangement, though we may have to draw lots to see who gets to use Cottontail¡¯s ass-pussy first. You can start by not making it an ordeal getting you back up inside me.¡± ¡°Spoilsport,¡± Olindia uses as she hands me her core. When the pink marble leaves her body, the mass of slime copses and begins to evaporate. It¡¯s an easy task inserting her core like a tampon this time. I can feel her crawl the rest of the way north to my secret chamber. *Motivated the Lazy Pink Slime ¨C One Slime Mark!* I guess that counted as a battle? *Pets* *Obedient Large Pink Jellyfish Slime Core* *Contented Small Fuzzy Slime Swarm* *Subjugated Slime Cores ¨C Two* 51. Harpy Mountain, Part 1: Siren (R-18) 51. Harpy Mountain, Part 1: Siren (R-18) ¡°Flou.¡± ¡°Yes, boss?¡± the Fuzzy Slime says with a healthy respect for my authority after I set Olindia straight. ¡°You evolved, and I¡¯m about to do something incredibly dangerous. I need that Swarm mark.¡± ¡°You got it, boss! Any preference?¡± ¡°Fast, please. I¡¯ve already had a slow morning. If we linger here to screw for a few hours, I might as well start fresh tomorrow.¡± Not that I want to short-change Flou or anything. The Fuzzy Slime Swarm gloms onto my body and goes to work. One of her bodies covers my breasts, stimting the nipples with tiny mouths while massaging the mammaries. Another body bes an onahole for my cock. I grab the furry ball and start jacking off. The third body covers my ass and pussy before invading my holes with fleshy protrusions. ¡°Alex!! You taste and feel so good!¡± I¡¯m pumped, sucked, and fucked simultaneously. It¡¯s a lot, even for me. I find myself losing control after only a few minutes. My cream shoots from my tip as my ass and pussy mp down on the foreign invaders in a quick and violent orgasm. ¡°Ahhhn!¡± *Fucked by the Small Slime Swarm ¨C One Slime Mark!* That doesn¡¯t seem right¡­ *Marks Consolidated!* *Pacified the Large Pink Jellyfish Slime ¨C Four Slime Marks!* *Converted the Small Fuzzy Slime Swarm ¨C Two Slime Marks!* Ah, I was wondering about that. Perusing through my tummy tattoo menu, I discover this is something I can control to an extent. I actually have a long, long list of redundant marks concealed from normal view. Mole-man yer, Slime slicer, Bunny fucker, pacifications for Goblin, Hob, and Orc from the Treefolk battle, etc., etc. Pretty much everything I do gives me a mark, but the ones that don¡¯t ¡®count¡¯ are shuffled beneath the ones that do. However, I can reshuffle those useless marks about in any way I wish. Rather than further clutter my ¡®All Marks¡¯ list, I¡¯ll keep things as concise and meaningful as possible. Hence the Mark Consolidations. *Slime Marks ¨C Four* Slime Constitution Slime Core Slime Constitution (Jellyfish, Fuzzy, Pink, Large, Swarm) Slime Malleability Slime Malleability (Jellyfish, Fuzzy, Pink, Large, Swarm) Slime Mutability Slime Amalgamation Slime Mutability (Jellyfish, Fuzzy, Pink, Large, Swarm) Slime Hair / Legs / Arms / Stature Jellyfish Slime Tentacles Fuzzy Slime Flesh Shaping Large Slime Stature Fuzzy Slime Fur Pink Slime Restoration Small Swarm Slime Multitasking Fucking wow. Now, we¡¯re finally talking. The Slime tree continues to be full of winners. I¡¯m almost spoiled for good choices, but I atst have a reasonable number of marks to spend. Let¡¯s go ahead and make the obvious selections. *Selected Pink Slime Restoration!* The bad news: I can tell from focusing on the sensation of preparing to use it that Pink Slime Restoration only works on others, and I only get one charge per day. That said, I have plenty of harem girls who are likely to get fucked up in fights. No regrets. *Selected Small Swarm Slime Multitasking!* Better thinking, better choices. Fast Learner proves the power of mental marks. The result is trippy. I can simultaneously think about Gabby¡¯s tits and Cottontail¡¯s ass! Or remember the feel of Suka¡¯s pussy and Arie¡¯s ovipositor in my hot sheath. I¡¯m sure I¡¯ll be able to figure out some kind of battlefield application¡­ eventually¡­ heh, heh, heh¡­ Ahem, as for myst two avable Slime marks, I have a choice between refunding my choices in other trees (Malleability) or transferring these extra marks to another tree altogether (Mutability). Still curious about Amalgamation. Jellyfish Slime Tentacles are an offensive option, but I have concerns about the range and whether they¡¯ll require an additional hidden ability to be effective. I feel like I¡¯m in a good ce, so I pocket the marks forter. The Misty Grove has treated me well today. I¡¯m tempted to delve deeper to see what other treats and treasures I can find, let alone look for answers about Echidnas in the library hidden in a dungeon, but ultimately, I know I¡¯ll get totally sidetracked if I tell myself, ¡®Just one more thing! Promise!¡¯ I decided to find Gale today. It¡¯s time to move on. Flou reforms my bralette and panties, this time as two disconnected pieces, along with acy choker bearing a Slime core as a jewel. I have Olindia hidden inside me at my beck and call. The three of us return to Fuzzy Field with a spring in my step. ncing back over my shoulder, I catch a glimpse of a strange light glowing faintly beyond the tree line. Huh, must¡¯ve been my imagination.
Harpy Mountain. It¡¯s not even that big, more like a big rock; there¡¯s no snow on top. The caves inside sure are creepy, though. All that skittering and scuttling¡­ Focus up! Now¡¯s not the time for messing around. I don my crab armor over my Fuzzy underwear. Looking around, I notice there¡¯s literally no path to follow. Nothing but rocks, caves, and crevices. A few ces higher up to walk around, sure, but no side of the mountain looks like a particrly easy climb. I start forward with a shrug. It¡¯s a good thing I¡¯ve got plenty of physical marks. Harpy Lightweight is essential, reducing the strain on my stamina throughout the long trek. Orc Strength is another useful one, allowing me to pull myself from one handhold to another on the treacherous terrain. Pitcher Treefolk Vines is a surprising / not-so-surprising wee addition. They basically act as rock climbing ropes doubling as grappling hooks, allowing me to reach across otherwise impassible ravines and gaps to haul myself up. Stopping for a drink with Mermaid Water Magic bes routine. It¡¯s no cakewalk despite all my advantages, and I¡¯m sweating under the ascending sun. The view from up here is wonderful, though. It reminds me of when Gale flew me over Chatan Forest. I can see the gulf of the Western Sea, a nket of green trees, the tall grass of Fuzzy Field, and Kennel Hills in the distance along with the dunes of the Eastern Desert. It¡¯s a majestic sight. ¡°Never thought I¡¯d see a view like this except in the ws of a Harpy.¡± ¡°Me neither, Flou. Me neither.¡± The two of us stare at the scenery inpanionable silence for a few minutes. ¡°Hey, Alex?¡± ¡°Mmm?¡± ¡°Thanks again for saving my life.¡± ¡°That again? No worries. If anything, I¡¯m sorry for putting you in a body that can¡¯t take the shape you want.¡± ¡°Alex, I appreciate your concern, but I don¡¯t need to be a bunny girl. All I ever wanted was to be cute and fuck sexy people. You¡¯re helping me live that dream every day. Bing a pair of panties that makes girls squee from cuteness overload is my new goal in life.¡± I smile. ¡°As long as you¡¯re happy, Flou.¡± A gust of wind tugs at me, but my grip on the stone is too strong. The breeze carries a strange sound to my ears, though. ¡°¡­happy, Alex.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°I said that getting to be your underwear makes me happy, Alex.¡± ¡°Did you hear that?¡± ¡°Hear what?¡± I scramble up the mountainside to catch another hint of¡­ ¡°That!¡± ¡°Music? Is someone singing?¡± ¡°Beautiful¡­¡± ¡°I guess? It¡¯s not really doing much for me. Maybe it¡¯s because I¡¯m a Slime?¡± I drag myself higher hand over hand, leap from rock to rock, and use my vines to swing around cliffs. ¡°I have to see her!¡± ¡°Okay, whatever, but didn¡¯t you have a missioning here or¡­ you¡¯re ignoring me, aren¡¯t you?¡± I climb as fast as I can, every second separating me from the singer an infinite torturous existence. Stumbling, bruising my shins on the stones, or scraping against the rocks in my haste doesn¡¯t matter. Nothing matters except¡ªthere she is! ¡°Exquisite!¡± The paltry word doesn¡¯t do her justice. ¡°Yep, that¡¯s a birddy,¡± Flou remarks. The stunning beauty before me is an indescribable goddess. Long blond hair flows in the wind like a golden wheat field. Her magnificent breasts swell as she inhales. Her tantalizing tits taunt me with their airy buoyancy. Her massive milkers make me want to stick my head between them and shake like a dog. Fuck, she¡¯s got great boobs. ¡°¡­You¡¯re just going to walk up to her, huh?¡± Every step in her direction brings me closer to perfection. ¡°~What have we here~?¡± the Lesser Siren sings. ¡°~Another monstere to spoil the Celebration, eh? But you smell human~?¡± Yes! Take me, I¡¯m yours! Do with this pathetic mortal as you will! ¡°~You¡¯re tongue-tied, how adorable! Such a good, docile pet. Now, take off that armor. I want a full view of mytest catch before I present you to Mother~¡± I obediently un-summon my armor. Anything for this vision of splendor. ¡°~You must be a monster with an ability like that¡­ and yet, I have to admit I¡¯m tempted. Strip for me, girl. Remove those furs so I may look upon you unobstructed~!¡± As my hands fumble clumsily at my clothes, thecy choker on my neck swells in volume like a balloon. Then the bubble splits into a jagged grin of flesh and teeth that lunges to engulf the Siren¡¯s head. Thest notes of the entrancing melody lingering in the air dies. My mind clears. ¡°Are you back, Alex? Speak to me!¡± one of Flou¡¯s bodies says. ¡°Yeah. She can¡¯t mind-control me with her voice muffled like that.¡± I take a deep breath to recenter myself. That was rough. I feel vited; I can¡¯t tell if simp-hood was thrust upon me or if it was buried deep inside. Yuck. Looking around, I find I¡¯ve stepped into a nest of woven dry grass. Strewn about are humanoid skeletons from monsters the Siren either lured here or caught and carried back. There¡¯s evidence of Dire Wolves, Goblins, and Hobs, and even Mermaid bones beside the expected tufts of fur from mice and bunnies. The Siren herself is different from my initial impression. Her naked breasts are full D-cups, but unlike Gale, she¡¯s covered in feathers from the ribs down to her talons. No ass, and her tits aren¡¯t actually all that great. 5/10 For a second, I worry she¡¯ll shank me with those raptor ws, but there¡¯s a clear reason why she won¡¯t. Flou has her head held captive in a great maw with teeth pressing into her throat. The Siren understands her situation. ¡°Release her for a moment, please.¡± ¡°Alright, Alex¡­¡± Flou hesitantly obeys. ¡°~Command your familiar to¡ªgurk!¡± The Siren makes an undignified noise as my fingers mp around her throat with Orc Strength, cutting off the seductive magic of her voice before its insidious fingers dig into my mind. ¡°You¡¯re not very intelligent,¡± Iment, though I shouldn¡¯t be surprised given Gale is probably her cousin. That girl at least is cute and without malice. ¡°Think before you speak this time; but sing one more note, and I¡¯ll snap your neck.¡± ¡°M-mercy.¡± ¡°Tch.¡± She had to go and say the one thing that might make me spare her. ¡°Close, but not quite. This is yourst chance.¡± ¡°Mercy, Mistress.¡± I release my grip on the Siren¡¯s throat, and she slumps to the floor of her nest, coughing. ¡°Thanks for the save, Flou.¡± ¡°No problem. Gabby and Suka would kill me if I let you get stolen by a stupid bird brain.¡± I chuckle briefly. The Siren stares at my revertedce choker with a mixture of fear and anger, but she suppresses those emotions as she forces herself to address me with a bright smile. ¡°What can this one do for Mistress? Shall I fetch you food or drink? Please, make yourself at home!¡±Kind of a fast switch, huh? Also, there''s no way I''m eating the food she prepares. Too likely the meat will be someone I''ve met. She sees my hesitation. ¡°I beg you, allow this one to service Mistress. Let this one prove her usefulness!¡± My instincts tell me to move along... but I am an irrepressible pervert. I sit on the edge of the nest. ¡°Not looking for another Harpy for my harem right now, but you can be a pet, okay? Or, like, a servant I guess.¡± My harem has standards, damn it! I won''t make it easy for Gabby to win that bet. The monsters today had better up their game if I''m taking home anyone besides Gale. I pull at my panties and Flou''s fuzzy fabric parts to let my Patron cock flop free. I''d like to conclude this encounter with the Siren in a sexy way instead of a violent one. Call it a softness for monsters with tits. She immediately attacks my deted member with her mouth. Her puffy dick-sucking lips perform resuscitation on my rod, licking my length, circling my tip like a pro, and lewdly parting to admit my awakening girth. She looks like one of the breeder girls back home suckingmonster cock. My meat stretches her jaw and distends her cheeks toical proportions. ¡°You can''t even handle more than a few inches? What a useless servant.¡± With a hint of desperation in her eyes, the Siren grabs her breasts and sandwiches them around my dick. I was a little harsh on her mammaries in my review. Paizuri puts them in a warm, squishy, new, wee light. I pinch her nipples, but not sadistically. ¡°Mmmph!¡± She hums around a mouthful of my member. I''m finally at full mast and looking for a more intensely stimting experience. I grab her by the hair and pull her off my rod. Her lips are flush red, dripping slobber all over her tits and my cock. ¡°H-have I displeased Mistress? I haven''t been blessed with seed...¡± ¡±Turn around, and bend over.¡± Eagerly obeying, the Siren spreads her feathery, taloned legs and leans forward, giving me a view of what I¡¯m working with. It¡¯s a cloaca. I distinctly recall Gale having a vagina, so this must be a Siren thing. ¡°There goes my n of sticking it in her butt,¡± I mutter under my breath. Cumming inside the avian all-purpose orifice is dangerous in terms of idental pregnancy. Part of me wonders if I should be turned off by the prospect of having sex with a bird¡¯s butt. The rest of me assures that part I¡¯ll be too busy groping D cup breasts from behind and listening to the feminine moans of pleasure in the Siren¡¯s beautiful voice to care where I¡¯m stuffing my cock. ¡°Hey, Flou,¡± I say as an idea urs to me, ¡°Can you be my condom?¡± ¡°What¡¯s a condom?¡± ¡°It¡¯s an ancient human anti-insemination invention designed to catch the semen by covering the penis like a sock.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Flou, you okay?¡± ¡°Sorry, yes, I¡¯m fine. I just had a weird moment where I imagined myself wrapped around your cock and being jammed up that bird¡¯s butt. My bunny-brain said ¡®yuck,¡¯ but my Slime instincts said, ¡®yum.¡¯¡± ¡°Is that a yes?¡± ¡°¡­It¡¯s a yes.¡± That settled, my panties shift and reshape to encase my shaft in a fleshy membrane. It''s thin enough to be barely noticeable. I align myself with the Siren''s sheath and press forward. My cock prates her avian ass-pussy as my arms wrap around her slender back to grab hold of her spit-slick rack. ¡°Ahn! So... ~Big~! Oh, It feels like, yes! ~You''re splitting me in half!~¡± She feels good on my dick, tightness opening to the soft walls of her inner chamber. My hands squeeze sweet boob flesh between my fingers to distract my mind from her inhuman posterior. It turns out, if it has tits, I''m up for a little strange. A hole is a hole, they say, and I feel the truth of that as my hips begin to move. Tawny feathers tickle my crotch while I pound her dark meat. ¡°~Ah, ah, ahn!~¡± Her voice caresses my mind, no longer controlling, but enticing me to bring her to higher heights. The sounds she makes are addictive. I want to make her scream. ¡°A-Alex, t-this is... incredible!¡± Flou breathes into my ear through the Slime body forming my choker. ¡°I c-can f-feel every thrust! It''s l-like you''re fucking my pussy... Please don''t stop!¡± I didn''t realize Flou would enjoy this so much! Determined to make the Siren and Flou scream in a symphony of pleasure, I redouble my pace using D-cup breast handholds. I m into the feathery ass-pussy over and over with Orc Strength thrusts. ¡°~Ahhh! Ah! Ahhhnnn!~¡± ¡±Alex! Yes, harder! Like that! I''m going to... I''m cumming!¡± Their voices are music to my ears, bringing me more pleasure than the warm hole I bury my cock inside as liquid fire shoots through me. I hold nothing back, creaming the Siren with a full, juicy load. *Made the Lesser Siren Sing ¨C One Avian Mark!* I don''t stay to cuddle, though. That''s a harem privilege, and I''m on a mission. I get some resistance pulling out, though. ¡°Hhhnk!¡± The Siren grunts as I drag a gallon sack of cum from her poor, abused, gaping ass-pussy. Flou faithfully absorbs the liquid with a satisfied shlorp. ¡°Alex, can I be a condom more often?¡± I give her a devilish grin. ¡°I think that can be arranged.¡± 52. Harpy Mountain, Part 2: Bloodwing 52. Harpy Mountain, Part 2: Bloodwing ¡°So, um, shit. What''s your name?¡± ¡°Canary, Mistress.¡± Because she''s blond? ¡°I''m looking for a Harpy named Gale. Any idea where she is?¡± ¡°You''re looking for a fledgling, Mistress? Whatever for? I''m a superior specimen in every way.¡± The Lesser Siren''s D-cups bounce on the word ''superior.'' I flick Canary''s forehead lightly. ¡°Ouch!¡± ¡°She''s much cuter than you. Don''t speak ill of her if you value your life. Now, tell me where.¡± ¡°U-u-understood, Mistress. S-she''ll be at the Celebration today.¡± ¡°You mentioned the ''Celebration'' before. What''s that?¡± ¡°Oh! Mistress wouldn''t know... Today is the day all fledgling Harpies are impregnated for the year!¡± Great, I''m in a cucking race and didn''t know it. ¡°No time to waste, let¡¯s hurry!¡± I turn to go. ¡°M-Mistress? My ce is here, protecting the mountain from invaders.¡± ¡°Okay... but you work for me now.¡± ¡°If I go, I''ll surely be killed... If I stay, your Slime familiar will surely eat me... If I go... If I stay...¡± Canary''s eyes go swirly with dizziness as she confuses herself with the death-or-death question. I knew she wasn''tpanion material, so I shouldn''t expect too much from her. ¡°Listen, there''s a hut in Fuzzy Field. If I survive, I''ll be there tomorrow. If not, you''ve got nothing to worry about. Okay? And, if you don''te, you''d better pray I never see you again.¡± I don''t need monsters that aren''t loyal following me around anyway. ¡°Yes, Mistress! Thank you, merciful Mistress!¡± Canary grovels before me, but I don''t spare a moment to acknowledge it. I''m already bounding up the mountain like a woman on a mission.
The ascent has gotten steeper. I''m rock climbing up a sheer vertical cliffside at this point. I pass t rocky outcroppings periodically, some with dusty old nests, others with messy or smelly nests, and I find lots of bones in random ces. It''s kind of like a bachelor/bachelorette pad where no one was expecting respectablepany, except if said bachelor/ettes were monster-eating predators. Notably, the nests are absent the sex prisoners I anticipated. If Canary hadn''t told me about the Celebration, I''d be wondering where everyone was. I steer clear of any more singing I hear faintly in the distance. Apparently Canary has several Siren cousins defending various mountain slopes. Flou has to protect my ears a couple of times, but I don''t go around with earplugs all the time in case there''s something I need to hear. ¡°Oi!¡± I look around for the source of the rough male voice with a familiar dialect. ¡°Up, up, moron!¡± This time I find the face of amon Goblin peaking over the edge of a ledge above me. He''s bald, with pointed ears long enough to double his face width and a hooked nose. ¡°Oi, I recognize dat armor! You da human who burned the Treefolk yesterday! You did all dat for a few dumb bunnies, right? Why noe here an¡¯ save me too!?!¡± Shit. I knew there was a chance of running into captives. Morally, I feel the need to help him. I don''t like the detour with Gale''s chastity on the line, though. Gabby will thank me for saving her nsmen, but I can''t rescue everyone on this mountain... ¡°Thief!!!¡± A red blur sweeps down the mountainside and past the Goblin, who is suddenly missing everything above the shoulders. The red blur loops around to hover in the air before me with the severed head gripped in his talons. He has a beaked face and rusty red feathers all over except for a pale, fleshy protrusion between his legs. His most striking feature, however, is the dark liquid limbs recing his wings. Blood spurting from the Goblin corpse floats into the air and is sucked into avian ¡®feathers.¡¯ It''s a Bloodwing Harpy. The inevitable evolution of a Harpy whoes to love killing and sadism. ¡°No one steals from Harpy Mountain!¡± the birdbrain shrieks. His voice has the annoying, grating quality of a cantankerous parrot. He''d rather kill the prisoners than let me have them... ¡°Alright, this is one monster I¡¯ve got no problem killing.¡± The Bloodwing Harpy ps his arms at me, throwing dozens of red droplets my way. The projectiles crystalize in midair, bing needle darts that rain down on my crab armor. Blood needles shatter like ss against chitin as I leap from my handholds. Ind on the remnants of an empty nest, roll, ande up with an ember spear in hand. A flick of my wrist sends the projectile his way. He¡¯s fast, but I¡¯m confident of my aim while he¡¯s hovering in ce. My agile flying opponent surprises me by pping his wings with greater force than before, generating a gust of wind that forces him out of my spear¡¯s trajectory. An air-dodge ability? I¡¯m not feeling threatened. His attacks don¡¯t work on me, and I¡¯m betting he has a cooldown or limit on that ability. I summon an ember spear in each of my hands and grin. The bloodthirsty bird seems to grin back at me with his eyes. ¡°Egg stealer!!!¡± Predator Sense shouts in my mind the instant before a red blur blindsides me. The impact throws me from the ledge, but my armor takes the ws without cracking. My hands scramble at rocks as they pass with increasing speed until my fingers catch on another ledge. Harpy Lightweight makes halting my inertia easier, and I scramble to my feet before I¡¯m attacked again. ¡°I¡¯m not here to take any eggs!¡± I shout. ¡°Lies!!!¡± screams a third Bloodwing as he dives at me for another flying tackle. I¡¯m ready this time. A regr spear braced against the ledge skewers mytest assant through the chest. He screams, ws at my legs, pecks at my face, and beats me with the razor-sharp blood feathers on his wings. The dying Bloodwing leaves nothing but scratches on my armor as I toss him into the abyss below. I watch him crash onto jagged rocks hundreds of feet beneath us. *Bloodied the Bloodwing Harpy ¨C One Avian Mark!* I did more than bloody him¡­ but I guess that¡¯s poetic license. ¡°Anyone else want some?¡± ¡°Defend therder!!!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t let her near the Celebration!!!¡± I''ll take that as a ''no.'' Even the birdbrains aren''t stupid enough to try another flying tackle after that. Instead, they bombard me with those blood needle darts. Nothing gets past my armor, but there''s enough force behind each wave to make climbing difficult. I need to end them. The range on my vine grab is insufficient. The pressure of my Water Magic isughable for this task. ¡°Boss, I''ve got an idea.¡± I nod, and Flou whispers in my ear while I lean into each bombardment to avoid being pushed off the ledge. ¡°I like it.¡± Focusing myself, I visualize what I want to happen and, with an exertion of will, I m my palms on the cliffside. Earth Magic travels up, up, as high as I can reach, and pops a boulder out of the side of the mountain. The big rock plummets in an arc headed straight for the Bloodwings. They realize the threat at thest second and dodge aside, but that''s what I expected. I use the moment of their distraction to jump twenty feet high and kick off the cliffside with my vines anchoring into rock before leaping out into empty space. They''re still out of reach. That''s why my gauntlet shoots off my arm on a growing tentacle of fleshy slime. The appendage stretches to the limit of one Slime, then extends another few meters as a core appears in the middle of the pseudopod, then again as Flou uses all her cores in a chain to maximize her grab distance. A maw opens on the gauntleted end and closes around a Bloodwing''s neck. I fall in an arc, tethered to the mountainside by my vines, and drop back onto the outcropping below me as Flou reels in her catch. Her small swarm of Slime bodies consolidates into arger maw that engulfs the screeching, struggling Bloodwing. I hear muffled screams and crunching bones as Flou ingests and digests her meal. All evidence disappears in moments before Flou returns to her lingerie form underneath my armor. ¡°Last chance to flee,¡± I say, giving the final Bloodwing too much credit. ¡°Death to the enemy!!!¡± Yeah, okay. I summon a spear in each hand andunch them rapid-fire. I couldn''t do this against more than one Bloodwing since whoever I didn¡¯t target would throw off my aim with their blood needle bombardment. As-is, all this guy can do is dodge. I''ve been working on fighting with two spears, but even with Fast Learner, it''s been a difficult skill to pick up pared with how fast everything else hase to me). Now I have Swarm Slime Multitasking. Even as a second-tier ability, it''s doing heavy lifting. It''s like instant ambidexterity. I can give the equivalent of my previous mental capabilities'' full attention to each of my hands while analyzing the Bloodwing''s movements. I send a flurry of spears his way, each aimed with strategic intention to limit his evasion options until he''s hemmed in and herded to the ughter. He could just retreat to safety, but the birdbrain ismitted to fighting me to the death. And so... A spear catches him in the gut. He ps frantically, causing himself escting pain as his muscles contract around the foreign object. It''s not lethal, but the painful wound hinders the air-dodge that would''ve pushed him out of the next spear''s trajectory. This onends in his chest, followed by another to the face. He falls. Three Blood Wings down. I could visit therder and free all the captives there. That agrees with my morality but would cause some issues. Issue number one, I¡¯d piss off the Harpy Matron. A straight-up duel is one thing, but the Harpy Matron and a flock of Blood Wingsing down on Gabby¡¯s Hut would fuck up my life for sure. Issue number two, the Harpies would starve. While some, perhaps many, of the Harpies are assholes like these Blood Wings and the Harpy Matron, others are cute girls like Gale. Taking their food source without offering a recement would result in cute girls starving to death, which is not eptable. Issue number three, it could start an Incursion. Starving Harpies might decide the human vige to the south is their next best target for food. Taking eggs from Harpy nests isn¡¯t something I¡¯m interested in either. I¡¯m nning on having plenty of biological children to take care of without dealing with random monster eggs. All that leaves is going higher up to find Gale and crash this ¡®Celebration.'' *Avian Marks ¨C Two* Harpy Sight Harpy Wings Harpy Tailfeathers Harpy Talons Harpy Lightweight Harpy Air Magic Lesser Siren Voice Lesser Siren Enchanting Melody Lesser Siren Charm Resistance Bloodwing Blood Magic Interesting. Siren Voice on its own seems like a vanity ability. It''ll be a nice ce to spend an Avian mark when I don''t need them to fly. Enchanting Melody is what Canary used on me, but I don''t like its rapey vibes. I''ll be avoiding that one. Charm Resistance has... implications. Something about my interaction with her revealed the hidden ability, whether it was how her spell was interrupted or the repeated use on me. In any case, it makes me think abilities I''ve previously assumed useless may have secret ''Resistance'' category abilities underneath them. I''ll only take this if Sirens be more of a problem. I haven''t heard any this high up the mountain. Blood Magic is an obvious choice. *Selected Bloodwing Blood Magic!* I try to use it immediately, only for a wave of dizziness and nausea to wash over me. It takes me a second to realize the only blood around for me to manipte is inside my body, maintaining my blood pressure and homeostasis. Useless ability, or hidden OP? Well, let me think of it this way: when I''m wounded I''ll have the choice of using my spilled blood to form weapons or simply stop the bleeding with an exertion of Swarm Slime Multitasking. I''m basically immune to blood loss! That''s worth a mark for sure! ¡°A-Alex... I don''t feel... so good. I think it''s... something I ate...¡± Flou''s lingerie set dissolves and melts into a puddle at my feet. ¡°Flou, are you alright?¡± ¡°Just... sleepy...¡± she says even as her Slime body evaporates away, leaving three conjoined cores. There''s a distinct, bloody tint to the jewel-like spheres that grows redder by the second. I pick them up and clench my fist. ¡°Thanks for the help, Flou. Have a nice nap. Looks like I''ll need to finish this on my own.¡± 53. Harpy Mountain, Part 3: Flock (R-18) 53. Harpy Mountain, Part 3: Flock (R-18) I continue the climb without further obstacles until getting close to the peak. Gabby''s hut is a spec in Fuzzy Field. I can even see my hometown from here! But I can''t let myself be distracted. There''s a winding path between boulders and craigs leading up to a teau at the top of the mountain. I assume that''s where they''re holding the Celebration. Almost there, Gale! My armored feet click and ck on the rocks as I walk. The sound gives me a solitary feel that reminds me of when I washed up on the beach a few days ago. ¡°Hey! It¡¯s an intruder!¡± says a red-feathered cardinal Harpy boy as he hops onto a rock above me. That didn''tst long. He¡¯s naked with feathers only covering his arms and legs. I''m gratified to note he has a nice ass. His hair (both head and pubic) matches his feathers. He¡¯s got a Goblin-sized phallus and a dangling pair of bare balls. His features are youthful and androgynous. ¡°Smells like a human, though,¡± a bluejay Harpy boy adds from a perch opposite Red. This one is more broad-shouldered, a little more toned, but also has the slightly rounded features of youth. ¡°How¡¯d they get past the Sirens and Blood Wings?¡± a third asks, this one a green-feathered parrot Harpy boy. He¡¯s the tallest by several inches. ¡°I¡¯m a dangerous human,¡± I exin, wanting to scare them instead of having to hurt these cute boys. ¡°I kill anyone who tries to stop me.¡± ¡°Sounds like a girl. I bet she¡¯s pretty!¡± A yellow warbler Harpy boy this time. Sure enough, no female Harpies here. They¡¯re all pretty boys, but this one has supple thighs and the cutest butt by a mile. ¡°Where¡¯s Gale?¡± Ie out and ask after my threat fails to get a rise out of them. ¡°She wants to know where our females are?¡± Red asks. ¡°What¡¯s she nning?¡± Green quirks his head to the side in thought. ¡°She passed therder, so she¡¯s not here to steal our food. We¡¯d have seen our prey running if she let them escape. I smell a Siren on her, and the musk of a male cock. A strong human¡­? Are you searching for our sisters to fuck them?¡± I suppose I can¡¯t deny it¡­ ¡°Well, yes, but Gale specifically.¡± ¡°A pretty girl with a boy¡¯s penis?¡± Yellow says. ¡°Now I really want to see what she looks like!¡± ¡°Human,¡± Green addresses me, ¡°We¡¯re standing lookout for the Celebration. My brothers and I can¡¯t stop one who slew Bloodwings, but I doubt you can silence all of us before we raise the rm. In that case, you¡¯d surely die. Perhaps there''s a way we can all leave satisfied?¡± Green is perhaps the most intelligent avian I''ve met so far. As for the suggestion, they are a good-looking group of guys. I¡¯m into it! ¡°You all want to... have your way with me?¡± I say in a sultry voice. ¡°As long as she¡¯s human, it doesn¡¯t matter what other parts she has, right?¡± Blue asks the others. Yellow nods enthusiastically, and Red reluctantly. ¡°With the Bloodwings dead, Mother won¡¯t punish us too badly for failing to stop you,¡± Green says. ¡°We can ept that if you make it worth our while; give us something pleasant to remember during the hard times.¡± ¡°Deal.¡± I dismiss my armor, revealing my naked form. Flou can''t make lingerie while dormant in my ''internal storage.'' ¡°But scratch me with those ws and I¡¯ll tear all of you to pieces.¡± Four horny bird boysnd and gather around me to oggle my bits, their eyes darting from my milky pregnant-mother tits to blushing at the Bunny Patron schlong dangling between my ample thighs. ¡°We¡¯re not hatchlings!¡± Red objects. ¡°We don¡¯t scratch our mates! Even if you¡¯re just a temporary one¡­¡± ¡±She''s a cutie!¡± Yellow chirps. ¡°And so... big.¡± ¡°Normally, I''d love to let you y with me all you want, but I''m in a hurry. My honor dictates I uphold my end of the bargain though, so I''ll need a helping ''hand'' to do this fast. Olindia, be a dear and entertain these gentlemonsters.¡± Four translucent pink tentacles shoot from my sheath to grab the Harpies around their middles, wrap around their chests, and gag their mouths. Their eyes widen in panic as Olindia gradually extracts herself from my groin and they realize how fucked they are. She''s fully assimted her ''Large'' modifier. Thankfully waiting to reach full size until after extracting her core from my depths, her humanoid body remains unchanged, but her jellyfish bell hat and dress have expanded as if to fit an Ogress. She looks like a little doll wearing adult clothes except for herscivious smile. The blue tips of the decorative pink tentacles on her hat wave as if brushed by undersea currents. ¡°Not too rough; they''ve decided to be good boys for me.¡± I turn from Olindia to the Harpies. ¡°I''ll make sure you each cum inside me once to prove my intentions are pure.¡± I''m not trying to torture them, just wear out their libidos. ¡°You first,¡± I say, crooking my finger at Yellow in a e hither'' gesture. He grins around his oral tentacle insertion as Olindia brings him to me and I recline with my legs spread to reveal my pussy beneath the base of my shaft. He springs to attention upon seeing somewhere soft and wet to put his manhood. My pet Slime allows him the freedom to align himself with my sheath. I feel his modest tip part my folds and sigh in fond anticipation. His ws scrape the ground for traction and his wings p to aid his thrusts. ¡°Mmm,¡± he hums with satisfaction as his rod sinks into my honey tunnel. I can''t help but agree, and though he doesn''t hit my special spots the way Cottontail does, bubbly warmth spreads through my abdomen. I guess I have a thing for boy toys? He looks adorable trying to please me with his little tool while my massive member flops around in front of him. Meanwhile, Olindia is getting the others ready for me. She has Red''s prick in her mouth while servicing Green and Blue''s cocks with her tentacles wrapped around their lengths jerking them off. At the same time, she''s slyly slipping them friendly pseudopods in the ass. I watch their eyes widen and hear their moans as their stomachs bulge with her affection. Yellow is no exception as his belly distends with an exploratory Slime tendril. I meet Yellow''s gaze and rub my shaft. ¡°This is going in you the second you finish.¡± Apparently, my deration is more sweet promise than threat because a hot liquid spurt fills my inner chamber secondster as he squints in orgasmic ecstasy. My quim quivers in bliss but I don''t quite finish. Yellowcks Bunny Stamina and slides limp from my entrance followed by a wash of creamy fluid. Olindia lifts theid pretty boy to ce his plush rump over my straining shaft after withdrawing herself from his rear. A huge bead of precum forms at my tip. She lets him drop a couple of inches and my prick hits the barely yielding resistance of an untrained rosebud. Even after Olindia lubed up his backdoor? Well, I can teach this Harpy how to take a monster cock. After smearing my pre all over his bottom, I grab him by the hips and pull him onto me. My rod pushes into his pucker half an inch. ¡°B-big! So big!¡± Yellow spits out his tentacle long enough to gasp. ¡°You''ve only yed ''catch'' with your brothers and cousins, haven''t you?¡± He nods meekly, then adds, ¡°Will it hurt?¡± ¡°Shh, take deep breaths. Just rx for big sis, and it''ll start to feel good.¡± He giggles. ¡°Alright, big sis. Here I go...¡± Yellow inhales and exhales slowly after my reassurance. He immediately starts sliding down my length inch by wonderful inch. His erotic pucker mps onto my length with vicelike intensity after barely loosening enough to take me. ¡°Ahn! Big sis, you''re filling me up!¡± That''s what I love to hear. Oh, he''s a delicious fuck toy, finally taking me to the hilt with my outline visibly protruding from his belly. His tummy around my member feels like I''ve stuck my dick in a warm, rxing bathtub. His tail feathers tickle the base of my shaft as he wiggles and writhes on my rod. ¡°I''m ready for them, Olindia.¡± My pet Slime hauls over the three Harpy boys she''s been entertaining, each of them teased to the edge and ready to break. Their pricks throb with need, leaking semen as they''re reamed by tentacles, their eyes begging for carnal release. She raises me up as well so I can receive them. Blue slides under me and I sit my ass on his cock. The Slime-slickened member easily prates my rear. Greenes in from behind Yellow to slip me the ''D'' underneath his smaller nsmen''s tailfeathers. The lingering drabs of Yellow''s ejacte lubricates his insertion, though his size is only slightlyrger and wouldn''t have concerned me. Last, Red straddles my neck and angles his tip into my mouth. He''s notrge enough for me to give him oral and paizuri simultaneously. A storm of colorful feathers ps around me as the Harpy boys desperately hump my holes (and rod) to finish themselves. All of us are ''Lightweights,'' resulting in the small orgy taking flight. The five of us lift into the air erratically while their hips thrust with frantic energy. I rarely have the opportunity to get all my holes so thoroughly stuffed. While I prefer my harem girls, I''ve always had a thing for getting used by monstrous cocks or being ''devoured'' by swarms of cute monsters. I did sign on to Tamer with scenes like this in the job description, after all. This really scratches that itch. Red is jamming his rod into my esophagus without regard for my ability to breathe or manage my gag reflex (a skill I thankfully trained daily on dildoes before I left home). His balls grind on my chin and his pumping churns ather of spit bubbles that spill from my lips. Yellow and Green are pounding my dick and sheath respectively, their alternating movements stirring the embers of my desire into a roaring me. Blue taking my ass with abandon is the spice that turns my passion into an inferno. I tighten my grip on Yellow''s hips and m the bird boy''s ass-pussy with enough Orc Strength to spank his cheeks cherry pink. ¡°Yes!!!¡± he screams in agonized bliss. ¡°Big sis is driving me crazy! It feels so good! I''m cumming!¡± Yellow''s flopping pecker shoots ropes of white onto my crotch as his eyes roll up into his skull. Blue creams my ass with a Harpy screech, Green bites Yellow''s neck as he cums silently, and Red gasps for air as jizz squirts out my nose. With a final wet p, I hilt myself in supple Harpy flesh and my carnal inferno explodes in a rush of seed inting Yellow''s tummy. Their pping slows until we descend to the ground, where Olindia separates us. She pulls an ahegao-faced Yellow off my rod, his gaping ass dripping cream everywhere. Then she kisses me, her tongue a tentacle that weaves through my oral cavities top, scoop, and suck away all of Red''s spilled semen. We part just far enough for her to tenderly clean my face, happily licking her lips afterward. She returns to my secret chamber with a satisfying schlorp. I heave a contented sigh, my lust temporarily spent. ¡°Had enough, boys?¡± The only responses I hear are moans and groans of overindulgence while they pat bellies full of cum or Slime. That''ll teach them an important lesson about bargaining for sex with someone stronger than you. Now, time to go rescue Gale. 54. Harpy Mountain, Part 4: Celebration 54. Harpy Mountain, Part 4: Celebration Spoiler Ugly bastard on monster girls. [copse] Refreshed from my tryst with the Harpy boys, I re-equip my armor and scale thest few hundred meters of rocky incline leading to the teau. I made it here as fast as possible withoutpromising my moral code. Now, all I have to do is kick the Harpy Matron''s ass, or whoever''s ass is between me and Gale. I have to be careful with my footing, though. There are cracks and gaps in the rock all around me leading straight down to the pitch-ck abyss of the mountain''s hollow interior. One wrong step, and I''d plummet dozens, perhaps hundreds of meters beforending. There''s amotion of shrill, melodious, squawking, and elegant voices, all birdlike but humanoid, ahead. None I recognize, but I don''t have a hearing mark equipped to be certain about that. ¡°Quiet, everyone!¡± a particrly confident and matronly voice says. No points for guessing who. The cacophony ceases obediently. I decide to creep forward as stealthily as possible. Best to avoid detection while I scope out the situation. To that end, I unsummon my armored boots to quiet the clicking of chitin on stone when I move. My feet aren''t protected against the sharp rocks and pebbles, resulting in some scrapes and painful steps. This would''ve been so much easier with a Stealth mark! Thankfully, there are stony outcroppings on the perimeter of the teau I can dart between and hide behind. Still have to mind the gaps and dark holes, though. From this vantage point, I can watch the proceedings unnoticed. There''s the vulture Harpy, the elephantine bird with saggy granny tits, lording over a bevy of beauties lining up. I see long-legged mingo girls, girls with long fluffy plumage or huge feathers in their hair, girls with feather boas, ridiculous tailfeathers, sleekly designed wings, needle-sharp oversized talons, and even a few with beaks instead of lips. Altogether, it''s a rainbow disy of colorful feathers in an exotic range of textures and shapes. But no Gale. Where is she? Did I miss her? No, these should be all the female Harpies in the area. Wait, is her nest on the opposite side of the mountain, and she''s been excluded for some reason? That''d be just my luck. I refuse to ept the possibility something serious happened to her without concrete proof. ¡°Alright, girls, about-face, and present!¡± the Matronmands. All the bird girls obey, crouching on their avian legs, wings spread, tailfeathers fanned, ass cheeks parted by the angle to showcase a banquet of pretty pussies and a bouquet of rosebuds. My erection is painfully constrained by my armor. It takes all my willpower not to run forward and im my favorite of the bunch, or three, or five. They''re each lovely in their way... No! I''m on a mission! It''s Gale or nothing... unless she has a sister who''s into incestuous threesomes... No! Bad Alex! Keep those harem standards up; don''t let Gabby win so easily! Wait, who are they presenting for? A shadow falls on the teau. There¡¯s a term in the Book of Monsters for certain third-tier advancements, ¡®Greater.¡¯ It applies to evolved generic versions of second-tier monsters, considered to be a step above their Matron/Patron line equivalents. The bird monsternding before me isn''t that. What descends on the teau is a Grand Harpy. Harpy Patron/Matron < Greater Harpy < Harpy Patriarch/Matriarch < Grand Harpy. A fucking fourth-tier monster three steps stronger than the Harpy Matron has shown up. I recall all the times Canary and the boys said I/they''d surely die for bucking the system and wonder why they didn''t just fucking say a Grand Harpy was scheduled to visit! I send a thankful prayer to the monster gods Gale isn''t here because I don''t stand a ghost of a chance against him even with my harem fighting by my side. He''s twice the Matron''s size, apletely avian hawk except for the erect wormlike phallus as big as my leg between his bird thighs. The Grand Harpynds on the fluffiest, most colorful Harpy girl with the meatiest ass, and ruts her cunt like an animal. ¡°Yes, yes, he chose me! I''m the... Oh, fuck, he''s splitting me in half! Too big, too big! I-I''m gonna die!¡± ¡°Shut your mouth, foolish girl,¡± the Matron reprimands her. ¡°It''s an honor to be selected first!¡± Then she addresses the Grand Harpy, ¡°Please forgive her, sir. She''s not a smart girl and never learned when to shut her mouth. Allow me to service you properly after you''ve finished with them~¡± ¡°Who''d want your loose, old cum-sock? Hmph. Only virgins are properly tight. I¡¯ll teach them all how to take a real cock,¡± he says in a resounding deep and raspy voice. His groin convulses as he fills the poor girl with seed until she''s fat with it, then withdraws to let her copse in a sticky puddle with her ruined pussy gaping. ¡°They are unsullied?¡± ¡°Yes, sir. I keep the boys on the opposite side of the mountain. The girls stay segregated until their first egg, er, your first egg with them, sir.¡± ¡°Those little shits can fuck each other until they evolve for all I care. They''re no better than fodder.¡± He sidesteps over to the next Harpy girl in line and proceeds to fuck her without pause or hesitation in the conversation. ¡°This is all the girls, correct? It''s a small batch this year...¡± ¡°Y-yes, sir. This is all of them, as per our arrangement!¡± Maybe it''s because I suspect otherwise, and I''m looking for it, but I notice the Matron''s hesitation and identify the lie. She''s hiding Gale?!? ¡°No third-tiers this year? Not even any Firebirds?¡± ¡°N-no, sir, unfortunately not.¡± ¡°What a garbage backwater this is,¡± the Grand Harpy says as he cums again, ruining another pristine Harpy maiden''s pussy. ¡°You must be doing something wrong raising them. I know it''s not their breeding.¡± ¡°Yes, sir. Of course, sir. I-I''ll look into it immediately!¡± The Harpy Matron is unsurprisingly kiss-ass with the higher-tier being. I think I''ve learned all I can here. Gale is in hiding for some reason, so I have no iron-d motivation to interrupt this ''Celebration.'' With that in mind, I stealthily proceed to retreat toward the path I ascended on before I''m spotted. A cold wind blows past me, giving me an odd chill even in my full te armor. Then my Predator Sense zes like never before. I''m on fire with premonitory warnings. After training against the Large Slime, I''ve learned to ept the signal at face value. I activate Wolf Rush and dodge backward, only to discover I''m wading through congealed soup rather than air. What gives? It''s like Slow Motion from ancient human cinema, except I''m thinking in real time to appreciate the terribleg my body is experiencing. There''s nothing I can do besides watch in horror as an overwhelming presence casts its shadow over me. ¡°Die, Echidna.¡± Talons the size of a plow rake across me. The sharp edges tear through my chitinous armor like paper. My vision takes a wild tumble as I disturbingly lose sensation below the neck. I get a sickening view of my own sashimi''d body as my severed head makes a full rotation, my flesh cut to ribbons before my eyes like a fish on the chopping block. My blood and viscera paint the rocks red. I can¡¯t breathe. I can''t move. Continuing the rotation, my disembodied head stares up into the glowering eyes of the Grand Harpy, helpless before insurmountable power. How did he even sense me? The wind? How fucking OP is that? My sight fails as my brain starves fromck of oxygen, but my consciousness persists. Awareness spreads out in a nketing aura from my personal Slime Core, hidden in my chest cavity, thest-ditch ability in my arsenal that I thankfully selected on a whim. I can pull myself together with Blood Magic and survive if Olindia heals me, but it''s all for nothing if I can''t get away from this Grand Feathery Asshole! My left foot tingles. My awareness grows to epass my physical remains and their environs. The massive bird bastard gets smaller and smaller as the world gets darker and darker. It seems my corpse has luckily fallen into one of the mountain''s pitch-ck crevices. I descend into a cavern leading straight down. 55. Under the Mountain, Part 1: Why Did It Have to be Spiders? (R-18) 55. Under the Mountain, Part 1: Why Did It Have to be Spiders? (R-18) The consistency of the air surrounding me changes from gtin to normal the moment the Grand Harpy loses line-of-sight with me. Some kind of air-based telekinesis? I throw every iota of concentration at my disposal through Swarm Slime Multitasking into using Blood Magic to grab my severed pieces and hold myself together. As long as I''m close to Olindia and her core survived the attack... A powerful pink glow illuminates the cave walls as I fall. Good thing I selected Fetus Protection; I think that ability shielded my uterus and the Slime cores from harm, redistributing the damage through the rest of my body. My flesh regrows and sews itself back together in the nick of time for me tond smack on a boulder. I haven''t had a chance to resummon my armor since it was shredded. Without my marks, the impact would¡¯ve broken every bone in my body. With Jellyfish Slime Constitution and Harpy Lightweight, the worst that happens is the wind gets knocked out of me. It¡¯s not pleasant, though. Also, I bounce off the boulder and careen deeper into the dark. I proceed to hit my head, knees, and butt against every rude rock on the way down. Ow! Dammit! Shit! Fuck! After losing track of the blows as I¡¯m roughly battered, I finally hit something yielding. A hammock? I try to move my arms and legs but find they''re glued to flexible ropelike strings. Nope, spiderweb. Hmm, there are a bunch of Webling monster varieties, so that doesn''t narrow it down much. The Book of Monsters doesn''t have enough information on them for me to judge how much danger I''m in, but... I am a horny bitch. If Gale isn''t in danger, and that seems to be the case, I have an opportunity here to indulge in a particr fantasy. ¡°Help!¡± I scream, doing my best acting since my bit-role in the school y, ''Minotaur and Juliet.'' It''s a great show, and working with teenage monsters was fun, but the adult theater version is better (PG adaptations of the sex scenes for underage actors don¡¯t work as well for the plot). Maybe I should audition with my harem when I get home? ¡°I''m stuck here in the dark, naked, cold, unarmed, and alone with no hope of rescue!¡± Yes! Great delivery, Alex! I hear scuttling in the distance getting closer. Please be a hottie! Please be a hottie! Please be a hottie! The clicking of arachnid chitin on stone gets louder by the second. Fingers crossed for a sexy spider dommy mommy! ¡°Oh, you poor little thing! Let Miss Web take care of you~¡± Score!!! It sure would''ve been embarrassing if I''d been swarmed by hundreds of spider-faced arachnid monsters after all the effort I put into my performance. I feel the webs bend with her weight as she approaches me, though I can''t see her in the pitch-ck underground. I sense the heat radiating from her body as she looms over me. ¡°Ara ara, such a cutie fell into Miss Web''sp~! And you''ve got such a wonderfully big thing, don''t you? What a strange human you are,¡± she says with a rich, throaty chuckle. ¡°Can you help me, Miss Web? It''s so scary down here. I''m so cold and lonely...¡± ¡°Don''t be afraid, my pet. Miss Web is here to take all your cares away~¡± I hear her shift in ce. ¡°Are you hungry, sweety?¡± Not sure where this is going, but... ¡°Starving! I mean, er, ahem, if you have something to spare for me, I''d surely be appreciative.¡± ¡°Oh, what a good little girl! Good girls get treats~ Now, open your mouth and say, ''Ah!''¡° ¡°Ahn!¡± I part my lips with blind optimism. I''m rewarded with a mouthful of marshmallow heaven! A massive melon of a mammary is shoved in my face with the thumb-sized nipplending on my tongue. My mouth closes on my benefactress'' teat and tenderly suckles her supple breast. Warm, delicious, creamy soup fills my cheeks to bursting, and I have to swallow quickly to avoid the sacrilege of spilling a drop. It¡¯s sweet, faintly reminiscent of mushrooms, and it burns pleasantly on the way down as I''m told alcohol does (I''m eighteen, not twenty-one). Heat blooms in my stomach and spreads throughout my body and limbs, rxing muscles while my cock rises in a steely erection. ¡°Mmm, oh my, how embarrassing~ Sweety, are you getting turned on by this old biddy?¡± Yes! Yes! Yes!!! I break my lip lock on her tit to speak, ¡°Miss Web, it''s so hard it hurts! Please, isn''t there something you can do to make it feel better?¡± ¡°Ara, ara, my little sweet is begging for relief! How can I refuse~?¡± I hear more shuffling and adjusting as I resume suckling more incredible libation from her outstanding breasts. A drooly, steaming cunt falls on my rod like a hammer onahole. Now, delicious warmth engulfs me both inside and out. If I cum inside her like this, she might get pregnant... It''s fine, I''ll just pull out when I''m close. Damn, this tight snatch is trying to milk me dry, though. ¡°You''re even bigger than I thought, sweet thing~! ¡°Mm-mmm!¡± I can''t speak since Miss Web is holding my face to her bosom, embracing my head with her arms, and forcing gulp after gulp of creamy goodness down my gullet. ¡°Shh, my sweet. Let Miss Web do all the work while you fill your tummy. My milk has all the nutrients a growing body needs~! I''m inclined to do just that. I''m feeling deliriously good with a tit in my mouth, my stomach stuffed with savory cream, and a soft sheath on my rod. Her velvet tunnel undtes around me, massaging my member as if pumping it with increasing pressure for an impending explosion. My whole body feels tingly. I shiver a little. ¡°Ara, ara, how rude of me! You said you were cold; here, let me spin you something nice~¡± More sticky threads begin to cover my arms, pinning them to my sides, and my legs get tied together as well. She leaves a few key areas exposed, but at least I''m a bit warmer. Actually, being tied up and fucked in a monster''s den is making me super horny. The danger is a special aphrodisiac. I rock my hips, attempting to get a little more stimtion. She mps onto my body with chitinous limbs. ¡°Now, now, you naughty, sweet thing, if you don''t behave, Miss Web will have to punish you~¡± She punctuates her words with muscle contractions around my rod that leave me spasming. I gulp and lean away from her tantalizing mammary long enough to say, ¡°But what if I''ve been bad?¡± ¡°Ara, ara, naughty girls need to take their medicine~¡± Somethingrge, blunt, wet, and soft rubs against my ass cheek. At the same time, a weird sensation builds in my lower abdomen. My asshole is on fire, but in an erotic way that has me clenching my buttocks as if craving for an insertion. It must be something I drank... ¡°Yes, you''re burning up, sweet thing! You need this medicine right away! Unfortunately, the only stuff I have has to be administered anally~¡± A slimy, blunt phallus the size of my fist presses against my swollen, flushed rosebud. My pucker offers absolutely no resistance, having been thoroughly rxed by whatever secret ingredient is in Miss Web''s breast milk. A huge, monstrous insertion several feet long plunges through my backdoor in a single slick thrust that has me screaming myself hoarse with pleasure. ¡°Aaahhhnn!!! Yes! Fill this bad girl up with your medicine! Fuuuck!!!¡± The sensation is so intense I cum then and there, shooting a massive load into Miss Web. Jet after jet of thick semen spurts through my big rod into her depths. Fuck, if I get her pregnant, I''ll just have to take responsibility. ¡°Mmm, you''re so delicious, sweet thing! And it''s so rare for my prey to be this enthusiastic. Thank you for making this such a pleasant experience!¡± I''m only half listening as my buttocks clench, and my whole body grasps at the enormous bulge in my abdomen. Miss Web proceeds to withdraw her long tool before ramming home into me repeatedly, faster and faster. It''s pushing my organs around as I''m brought to another orgasm, this one prostate-stimted. My rod continues to spray cum into my partner as she fucks my ass relentlessly. ¡°Yes! You''re amazing, sweet thing! Now, get ready, herees your medicine~!¡± Miss Web hilts herself in my rectum a final time as her shaft distends with the size and volume of her load. I feel the impacts as baseball-sized soft orbs shoot violently through her (clearly) ovipositor to m against my inner walls, shoving each other aside and inting my belly with their sheer numbers. The mounting pressure on several internal erogenous zones sets off another explosive orgasm, this time resulting in a fine spray of liquid squirting from my pussy. ¡°Ahhh!!!¡± I scream again, then sigh as I appreciate the stuffed-full feeling. Miss Web is also panting in satisfaction with her shaft still buried in my gut. My cock slowly detes and slips from her entrance. Gradually, post-nut rity demands I address a few things. ¡°Um, Miss Web?¡± ¡°Mmm, yes, sweet thing?¡± ¡°Those are your eggs you''re filling me with, right?¡± This time, she sighs in annoyance. I feel her jiggling marshmallows pushing into my face. ¡°Yeah, sure. Here, just keep sucking and don''t worry about it. That''ll make things easier on both of us.¡± ¡°It''s just that... Well, let''s pretend I have a way of alerting myself when I''m impregnated. I should be getting, like, dozens of Breeder marks right now, yeah? Uh, that''s what I''m calling them. So, what gives?¡± Miss Web''s phallus withdraws from my rectum while shooting some weird post-cum jizz that foams up into a semisolid. ¡°If you really want to do this, then fine. They''re not Webling eggs; they''re Servitor eggs. That''s why your pregnancy counter or whatever isn''t working. Happy?¡± In the Book of Monsters, Servitors are described as first-tier half-spider-half-crab critters. They''re evolutionary dead-ends that can appear inrge enough numbers to be dangerous. The drawing I recall of one seemed very spiky. ¡°That sounds very unpleasanting out, Miss Web.¡± ¡°You''re still on that shit? Look, it was a good cum; you''re way better than the Harpies that fall down here or the Kobolds I catch, a real kinky bitch, but that''s it. Yeah, it''s going to be unpleasant when they hatch and eat you from the inside out. Your best option right now is to keep drinking my milk to numb yourself. That''s also in my favor since it floods your system with everything a growing body needs~¡± I heave a tremendous sigh containing nigh-infinite disappointment. ¡°Really, no screaming? No pleas or denials? It''s almost refreshing.¡± ¡°...After all the effort I put into my role-y... All the obvious signs I ignored to give you the ''benefit of the doubt''... You''re still going to pull this crap on me? Seriously?¡± ¡°Girl, you''re getting onest lesson in life, one that''s clearlye toote. ''if you look up at the sky and open your mouth, someone is going to shit in it.'' There, you''d owe me for that one if you weren''t about to die.¡± I''m so fucking pissed. ¡°Know what? Fine. You want to do the whole life-or-death struggle thing? Let''s see how that goes for you.¡± I summon two ember spears in the palms of my restrained hands. Their heat instantly burns through the cocoon confining me (it¡¯s too brief to burn me, like passing a hand through the me of a candle), further shredding the webs when I twirl them in my hands. The short-lived mes illuminate ''Miss Web'' as we both descend in free fall. Her humanoid torso grows from the top of a spider head on a spider body with a pair of deadly sharp scythes in addition to her arms. The ovipositor hangs limp from her spider abdomen, not yet fully retracted. The supposed cunt I thought I was fucking is obviously the spider''s mouth (0% chance of pregnancy). Her admittedly beautiful woman''s face splits into a horrifying maw of terrible teeth as she hisses at me. A ck Widow Webling. ¡°Olindia, Flou too if you''re awake, fuck her up!¡± Half a dozen Slime pseudopods explode from my sheath. Pink tentacles grab the scythe arms and hold them in ce. Furry tendrils throw crystal blood daggers that stab into the ck Widow''s human eyes and spider eyes. ¡°I''m not a shallow girl,¡± I throw out the non sequitur while stabbing the ovipositor with one of my ember spears. ''Miss Web'' roars in agony. The mes have severed all her foothold strings, so her spider legs il uselessly as we plummet. My weapon¡¯s dim glow gives me enough light to fight. ¡°I grew up with monsters. I''m not grossed out by spider parts. I don''t kink shame.¡± She tries to anchor herself to the wall with web shots, but I sever the threads with a freshly summoned burning rod. ¡°I''d even ept your non-consensual butt babies. What I can''t stand,¡± I say as I stab her in the spider-mouth with an ember spear, ¡°Is a bitch who uses me to hatch her murder-spawn!¡± All of us hit the ground simultaneously. While I have Lightweight and Slime Constitution, Miss Web does not. St goes the spider. *Turned the Tables on a ck Widow Webling ¨C Two Darkling Marks!* Both my Slime familiarse all the way out to manifest in their humanoid and furball forms respectively. ¡°I was wondering when you were gonna tten that bitch,¡± Olindia chuckles. ¡°Pretty lucky we survived that feathery asshole earlier, though.¡± Judging by her tone, she wasn''t worried for a second. I¡¯m guessing worries are too much work for thezy jelly. ¡°What feathery asshole? Why the heck are we underground? Wait, Alex, you seem really down. Are you hurt anywhere?¡± Flou bounces from confused to concerned. Grumble, grumble. ¡°What''s that, Alex? Olindia, are you out of healing charges?¡± ¡°Still got one left thanks to this niftyrge body with the extra-long tentacles for groping! Nice blood daggers, furball... By the way, you going to eat that?¡± She shakes a tendril at the Webling corpse. Grumble, grumble. ¡°Alex, we can¡¯t understand when you mumble.¡± ¡°I said I''m fine. Flou, I''m going to need you to eat out my ass to get all the Servitor eggs. Better make it a Slime-job too, so I get yourtest mark. Let''s keep it quick so we can grab Gale and go home. This ce is a fucking bust.¡± ¡°¡­Sure thing, Alex. Whatever you need, no problem.¡± It''s definitely convenient having a Slime familiar to clean all those hard-to-reach ces. While Flou treats me like I''m fragile, Olindia continues to be oblivious. ¡°Sweet! More spider guts for me!¡± ¡°Ugh, can you not use that word for a while, it''s triggering me.¡± ¡°What''s a trigger?¡± Flou says. Olindia is already munching on spider legs that quickly dissolve inside her. Sigh. ¡°Nevermind.¡±
*Sucked and Fucked by a Red Slime ¨C One Slime Mark!* *Marks Consolidated!* *Converted the Small Fuzzy Red Slime Swarm ¨C Three Slime Marks!* *Slime Marks ¨C Three* Slime Constitution Slime Core Slime Constitution (Jell, Fuz, Pnk, Lrg, Swm, Red) Slime Malleability Slime Malleability (Jell, Fuz, Pnk, Lrg, Swm, Red) Slime Mutability Slime Amalgamation Slime Mutability (Jell, Fuz, Pnk, Lrg, Swm, Red) Slime Hair / Legs / Arms / Stature (Red, Pink) Slime Hair / Legs / Arms / Stature Jellyfish Slime Tentacles Fuzzy Slime Flesh Shaping Large Slime Stature Fuzzy Slime Fur Pink Slime Restoration Small Swarm Slime Multitasking Red Slime Blood Magic Nice to see I can stack Blood Magic if I ever run out of uses for Slime Marks, I guess. Alright, fine. No more screwing around. *Selected Slime Mutability!* *Temporarily Transfer a Slime Mark to another Type?* Mer Goblinoid Canine Avian Fuzzy Forest Darkling *Selected Mer!* *Selected Slime Amalgamation!* *Mermaid Sight is avable through Slime Amalgamation!* Good. Slime Amalgamation performs as expected as a branch off of Mutability. It''ll allow me to equip otherwise contradictory abilities, such as having vision specialized in both distance and low-light environments. *Selected Mermaid Sight!* TLDR, as ancient humans used to say, I can see in the dark again. 56. Under the Mountain, Part 2: Burrower (R-18) 56. Under the Mountain, Part 2: Burrower (R-18) Trudging through the tunnels while looking for a way out of the underground maze is painfully tedious. At least I still have Gabby¡¯s wedding ring. My heart skipped a beat when I realized it could¡¯ve been lost or damaged during my dismemberment, but it¡¯s still safe on my finger. This day would¡¯ve gone from bad to worse if I had to spend hours searching the dark for my personal treasure. As-is, I¡¯m periodically getting ambushed by these annoying garbage monsters. Not literal garbage, though I wouldn¡¯t be surprised to find such in this dump, but the metaphorical garbage of worthless trash mobs. Webling Servitors aren''t much of a threat on their own. Their diameter is about the same as a regr Slime, but they weigh much less since they mostly consist of spindly legs and aggression. They jump at anything that isn''t a Webling with their fangs bared. I can''t totally ignore them because I estimate their fangs are long and sharp enough to prate my armor at the joints. They start leaving me alone after I dispatch the first dozen, so I guess they aren''t arbitrarily suicidal or have some basic idea of waiting until I lower my guard, or they amass sufficient numbers. Hundreds of the little buggers are patrolling the underground, but they haven''t unified to deal with me yet. That''s the one bright spot down here. The worst thing: killing them isn''t even worth a mark. That certainly doesn''t help my foul mood. Not that Darkling Marks have been anything but garbage so far. *Darkling Marks* Darkling Sight Webling ck Widow Body ck Widow Ovipositor Servitor Egg Production ck Widow Silk Webling ck Widow Scythes Webling ck Widow Fangs ck Widow Venom Webling ck Widow Spider Climb Webling ck Widow Incubation Milk It seems like Spider Climb works without body modification. I''ll select it if there''s no other way out of here. I''m assuming there''re walkable paths through a crevice that leads to the surface. The rest is junk unless I want to rock the ''taur'' look. Even the new ovipositor is restricted to the spider abdomen, as it doesn''t appear on my Cock Menu. Fuck spiders. Flou''s upgrade is nice. It adds versatility to her kit, allowing her to convert Slime to Blood for the sake of shaping weapon constructs. The two of us should be able to work as a team if Blood Magic bes a necessity in the future. Olindia is back in my uterus while Flou has resumed her lingerie duties. Another happy little ident is she can create blood ruby decorations now! I''ve got a pair of earrings and a ne under this armor. Okay, thinking about that puts me in a slightly better mood. Which is good because I have a lot of wandering around in the dark to do. There''s no indication of paths, just endless caverns and rock formations in all directions. How deep have I gone? My first surprisees in small packages. They''re two feet tall, have four arms, a shiny ck exoskeleton, and childlike features. The group Ie across isughing lightheartedly and ying together. By my recollection, the Book of Monsters calls these first-tier monsters, ¡®Darklings.¡¯ Weblings evolve from these little cuties? I pause to consider what heinous shit a poor little Darkling has to be put through to evolve into a ck Widow and shudder. They seem to be wearing rat pelts and using rat bone tools, which exins what they eat to survive. The rats probably subsist on Harpy nest scraps. The evolved Weblings then prey on weak or clumsy Harpies, and that''s the circle of life. At least the Servitors aren''t hunting these childlike monsters in droves. Rather, the spider-crabs aggressively protect the tiny bug people, sacrificing themselves to my ember spears and buying time for the Darklings to flee as I approach. I feel bad about ying their protectors and resolve to stay away for now. I lose track of the minutes spent searching for surface signs. My next surprisees from my Earth Magic. That ability gives me a weak understanding of the surrounding rocks and dirt. Not enough to help navigate, but I manage to spot a false floor. I stare at the patch of loose soil for a minute before putting two and two together. Summoning a normal spear, I probe the perimeter of the fakery to find the edge. That done, I jam the tip in the crack and pry open the trap door. Sure enough, there''s a Webling inside. ¡°You wouldn''t happen to be the sexy kind of spider girl, would you?¡± Two inhumanlyrge eyes open, ck orbs like doll''s eyes, glinting with green light in the dim, followed by six smaller ocr gems. I see a woman''s face split open, her jaw dislocating to reveal huge hypodermic fangs dripping venom that sizzles on the ground where it falls. She lunges at me with four arms spread wide for a deadly embrace, her nails like ws. Servitors cover her body like armor, with anotheryer atop the first concealing everything below the neck. The spider-crabs leap at me as well. A Webling Burrower. ¡°Nope! Nope! Nope!¡± Predator sense gives me an extra second to Wolf Rush and backpedal, but they''re too close for spears to be effective. Thankfully, I have a new weapon at my disposal. I pull with Blood Magic, and Flou responds. My Slime familiar surges onto my arms, bing twin crystal blood des, and two more pseudopods tipped with blood scythe constructs grow from my back to fight alongside me. Together, Flou and I are a whirlwind of death. I have the Servitors'' attack pattern from fighting them earlier, Slime Multitasking to watch multiple opponents, and Fast Learner to help me adapt to the sudden change ofbat style. Every swing cleaves through a Servitor. Flou blocks the Burrower''s ws to dy her while I analyze the monster''s movements. Then we''re hacking her to pieces. In a few exchanges, she''s losing a limb at every turn until she''s hissing and falling back with Servitors dying our advance. It isn''t enough. Flouunches a furry pseudopod that ends in a fleshy maw totch onto the retreating Burrower, tethering us together while I close the distance. In half a minute, all the Servitors are dead, and the Burrower''s severed head falls to the floor. *Unearthed the Webling Burrower ¨C One Darkling Mark!* This has been an incredibly frustrating few hours! I fall into a monster girl¡¯s spider web, but instead of getting an arachnid dommy mommy, I get a sexual predator. After encountering that Burrower, it¡¯s two strikes against spiders so far. Now how am I supposed to fulfill my erotic fantasies of getting sexily tied up??? ¡°Argh!!!¡± My blue-balled cry echoes through the dark. After what Miss Web did to me, I can''t leave without checking the burrow. My conscience would haunt me. Skulls, refuse, and the stink of death are what I find in the Burrower''s den. It''s deeper than I thought. There''re cocoons stuffed up inside. I slice them open to find, in order, a dry skeleton with freshly molted Servitors I quickly dispatch, a picked clean corpse with Servitors in the middle of shedding, a dead body writhing with Servitorrvae (burned that shit), and the most recent victim. Wild, fearful eyes meet mine as I cut open the cocoon. That they''re not rolling with agony tells me she has a while left before the eggs hatch. ¡±P-please don''t eat me!¡± The Kobold says when I unseal her mouth. She''s four feet tall, and one of the most non-human monster girls I¡¯ve met still within my strike zone. She has red scales of varying sizes across her whole body withrger, cream-colored scales on her egg-inted belly, breasts (no nips), andhers. She¡¯s totally hairless with elevated scale ridges and pseudo-horns on her scalp that give sort of the same ¡®je ne sais quoi¡¯ as hair. She has wed hands, digitigrade legs, and a thick tail with a blunt tip. Her face has a slight snout with humanoid lips, but her eyes and mouth are very expressive and easily readable. I admire her nice thighs, curvy hips, and b-cup breasts. (I wouldn¡¯t expect a reptile to have huge boobs, so I¡¯m grateful for what I¡¯m getting.) ¡°I''m not going to eat you,¡± I say after removing my probably terrifying crab helmet. I extend a hand, ¡°Come with me if you want to live.¡± ¡°Ah... A-alright,¡± the petite reptilian monster agrees after some hesitation. She takes my hand. I pull her from the dead Burrower''s (now burning) nest. She stares with wide eyes at her decapitated tormentor as I lift her into a princess-carry. I take her somewhere that doesn''t smell like death and smoke, then summon some water for her to clean herself. ¡°Those are going to have toe out in a hurry,¡± I say, pointing at her lumpy belly. ¡°I t-tried.¡± She blushes. ¡°They won''te out...¡± ¡°I know. I''m guessing the bitch practically glued your butt shut. I''ve got a friend who can help.¡± Flou schlorps onto my palm in her cute, floppy-eared bunny-Slime form. ¡°Kyaaa!!! A Slime! Help!¡± ¡°No, no, no she''s a good Slime!¡± I put Flou away (with her core tucked inside myher folds) while the Kobold struggles topose herself. ¡°Trust me.¡± She looks into my eyes with her soulful opals, a glittering spark of warmth buried deep in the darkness. ¡°What''s your name? A predator wouldn''t need to know that.¡± Eventually, she nods. ¡°That makes sense. I can trust you, but I j-just can''t handle Slimes. A ck Slime killed my family... Oh, um, my name is Opal.¡± That makes sense. A phobia isn''t logical. She can''t ovee her personal trauma so quickly after another horrific event. ¡°Okay, we can work with that. I''ll just have to get them out myself. Bend over and lift your tail.¡± ¡°E-e-eh?!? W-what are you going to do?¡± How can a lizard be this cute? No, focus! ¡°Only what''s necessary, you have my word.¡± ¡°Well... what''s your name, Miss Warrior Woman?¡± ¡°Oops, sorry, it''s Alex.¡± ¡°Alex,¡± she seems to taste the word as she repeats it. ¡°You saved my life. If it''s Alex, you c-can touch me there...¡± With that, Opalys on her belly, looks over her slender shoulder at me with nervous, half-lidded eyes, and slowly raises her tail for me. Lifting the hefty reptilian appendage reveals two round feminine ass cheeks, a pristine slit with no protrudingbia, and a snow-white rosebud. I''m blown away by the unexpected prettiness of herhers. I gulp loud enough to echo in the cavern. ¡°I guess the blockage is all internal, then?¡± She nods demurely. I shrug and say, ¡°Thanks for the meal.¡± ¡°How are you going to... Oh! A-A-Alex! What are you...? That''s dirty!¡± The Burrower actually cleaned after herself down there quite well. The issue is that she''s too dry on the outside. That''s why I''m licking circles around her pucker, spiraling in, and spearing the hole in the middle. ¡°Ahn, Alex! I... I can''t! It''s t-too much!¡± Incredible, she''s having trouble with even my tongue. Her backdoor is trying to pinch my oral invader in half! I withdraw, suck on my finger, and try it next. ¡°D-don''t! I-I-I¡ªAhn!!!¡± Her sphincter clenches around my digit, rxes, clenches harder, and rxes further. As a light rain of juices squirt from her bare, nubile slit, I find my finger can slide freely in her secret tunnel.So, pleasure helps her unwind? ¡°That feels so strange... good, but scary at the same time.¡± ¡°Breathe slowly for me. Let go of all your tension.¡± ¡°I''ll try,¡± she says hesitantly, then obeys. After a minute I attempt to add a second finger. I''m immediately met with muscle contractions. ¡°Ahh! Alex, not so fast!¡± Opal''s tummy rumbles, which I don''t take as a good sign. Time to take drastic measures. ¡°I''m sorry, Opal, but it seems like the only way to rx you enough to extract those eggs in time is to fuck your brains out.¡± I rely on my years of stage training for the junior high school y to deliver that line with suitable remorse and empathy. Nailed it. ¡°I-if it can''t be helped... I''ll have to rely on Alex to t-take responsibility.¡± With her consent acquired, I say, ¡°Then, mydy, if I may ask, back that pussy up.¡± 57. Under the Mountain, Part 3: Opal (R-18) 57. Under the Mountain, Part 3: Opal (R-18) Spoiler Anal fisting, Embarrassed leakage (not watersports) [copse] ¡°I-if it can''t be helped... I''ll have to rely on Alex to t-take responsibility.¡± With her consent acquired, I say, ¡°Then, mydy, if I may ask, back that pussy up.¡± ¡°I''ve never been called ady... Alex, why trouble yourself with a lowly, base Kobold?¡± It''s a question I''m realizing I''ll have to tackle more and more. I''m afraid any answer I give is going to be unsatisfactory to such an existential crisis. I don''t exactly prescribe to fate or love at first sight (just infatuations that gradually deepen into something more). ¡°You''re cute, and I''m here. Let''s see whates next!¡± Honesty is the best policy. ¡°I see... Yes, do with me as you will.¡± I roll Opal onto her back, and she spreads her legs. Those smooth, slick pussy lips part to reveal a moist, delicate honey tunnel. I give it a long, sensual lick. ¡°Ahn! Oh, Alex!¡± My tongue dances across herbia,ps at her wetness, and teases her clit. I listen to her voice and monitor her movements as she cries out and arches her spine when she gets close to orgasm. Then I ease off, letting her fall with frustrated whines before building her up again. All the while, her anus flexes and squeezes in tandem with her pussy. I probe that dark hole with a finger as I finally bring her clit to fruition. ¡°Y-yes!!¡± She''s loosened enough for two fingers by the time her climactic aftershocks subside. This is going to take a while. ¡°How did the Burrower''s ovipositor get inside without ripping you apart? I''ve never met someone this tight...¡± ¡°Her precum was a powerful muscle rxant. I don''t know how you expect me to get thatfortable with you so quickly. We''re still practically strangers...¡± That''s it! ¡°Opal, what if we weren''t strangers?¡± ¡°Eh?¡± ¡°What if we were something more?¡± ¡°Like...?¡± If it''s to save her life, ¡°Would youe live with my harem, be my bride, and... bear my children?¡± ¡°Ehhh??? A-A-Alex, y-you and m-me? H-harem? C-children??? We just met!¡± ¡°Opal, I said you''re cute and I mean it! Please, let me put a baby in you! I''m begging!!!¡± ¡°N-no! Don''t beg! I''m just a little Kobold, you shouldn''t lower your head to me. Yes! Yes, I ept! Make me your bride and fill me with your spawn!¡± Good. And as for my sincerity, I wouldn''t be doing this if I didn''t want her.Screw harem standards! Sue me for liking cute girls in peril! I dismiss my armor, straddle her, and pull out my dick. The Bunny Paron cock flops onto her scaly abdomen, making her slick cunny seem tiny byparison. I guide the tip into her waiting channel. My member squishes and squelches against her wonderfully yielding flesh, but her opening is simply too small. Despite my repeated attempts, it won''t go in. Opal doesn''t get the memo that something went wrong. She bucks her hips, desperately crushing her quim into my shaft''s underside for stimtion. She undtes against me, her eyes shut tight with intense focus on sensation. I shrug and rub my rod along her silky-smooth slit. The little red Kobold humps my member while repeatedly grinding her clit into me as her movements be more frantic. ¡°Yes! Alex, this is... Oh! Fuck, yes! Yes!!!¡± She throws her head back and pants, chest heaving, B-cup breasts jigging as Opal recovers from her high. She sighs happily. ¡°You''re incredible, Alex.¡± I stare at her, blinking. ¡°Are you a virgin?¡± ¡°Not anymore,¡± she says while grinningsciviously at me. ¡°So, am I pregnant, now?¡± ¡°Um, about that... What we just did, that was ''forey.''¡° ¡°Eh?¡± ¡°It didn''t go in, see?¡± ¡°Ehhh?¡± She looks over her belly rumbling dangerously with Servitor eggs to confirm my words, thenys back in shock. ¡°But it felt so good...¡± ¡°Yes, Opal, sex is pretty awesome like that, but we need to finish this quickly.¡± I don''t have time to work her up to taking my Bunny Patron cock. ¡°Would you bear one of my precious wives'' offspring?¡± ¡°S-stop asking silly questions, Alex! Bearing a senior wife''s spawn is the duty of a lower wife.¡± *Paternal Malleability I ¨C Cock Menu¡­* Wolf Cock Mermaid Ovipositor Fishman Cock Goblin Cock Hob Cock Orc Cock Twisted Treefolk Cock Bunny Cock Mouse Cock Mole-man Cock Bunny Patron Cock *Mermaid Ovipositor Selected!* *Switch or Amalgamate?* Ooo! Amalgamate is my new favorite ability! Unfortunately, the hole I¡¯m pondering is especially small and virginal. I¡¯d feel bad absolutely smashing and wrecking such a beautiful pussy (for her first time, specifically. I¡¯m all for it once she¡¯s pregnant with my offspring!). For the sake of making love instead of war with this woman, I choose Switch. ¡°Brace yourself.¡± I align the tapered tip of my Mermaid Ovipositor with her spread pussy''s delicate entrance and push inside. ¡°Alex!!! Oh, ahn! Ah! Ah!! Ahn!!!¡± Unlike the reptile she resembles, Opal''s sheath is warm as well as drooling with juices. I slide in easily, hit her cervix, and coil the remainder of my length in her channel. I hum in delight as her folds caress me. She starts huffing and puffing, then tells me between sharp breaths, ¡°The pressure... It''s too much, I''m going to... to...¡± As hot liquid pours around my length, I realize my mistake. The sheer volume of Servitor eggs inside is pressing her dder as if she''s pregnant. The position I chose isn''t helping. Opal looks at me with shamed, teary eyes. ¡°Do you hate me?¡± I shake my head vehemently. ¡°No! I should''ve been more considerate. I have a lot of pregnant women in my future; I need to anticipate their needs. Hold still.¡± ¡°Wah? Kya!¡± I grab Opal and directly manipte her small scaly body with my Orc Strength, flipping her around to a doggy-style position with my member rotating inside. I lift her red scaled tail to reveal her pale bottom, pristine pussy, and white rosebud once again. ¡°There. Now, rx, and let go of all those doubts and tensions. You''re my woman; I wouldn¡¯t toss you aside for any reason, let alone such a small thing.¡± With that reassurance given, I proceed to plunder her peach with hard thrusts that have this virgin Kobold gasping and moaning. I hold her hips for stability, her tail slips between my breasts to gently curl around my neck for support, and sprinkles of liquid speckle the ground with each m of hips on ass. ¡°Ah! Ah! Ah!¡± I pump my hips faster. ¡°Ah-ah-ah! Aaahn!¡± Her cunt spasms wildly on my member as she cums. I continue to thrust violently as more fluids puddle beneath her. ¡°Get ready!¡± The delicious contours of her inner walls massage my coiled member to climax. I clutch her ass and grunt. My prehensile tip finds her cervix, dtes it with special precum, and prates to ejacte directly into her womb. ¡°Alex!!! Fuck!!!¡± Opal''s tail around my neck pulls me in, squishing my breasts into the small of her back as her legs shake. Liquid puddles beneath her as she continues to squirt and leak from the intensity of her orgasm. Then she falls limp on the ground, my member sliding from her tunnel as her tail loosens andnds in a heap beside her. *Impregnation Sessful ¨C One Male Breeder Mark!* I watch as her asshole clenches and rxes, clenches, and rxes in herpletely vulnerable, peaceful post-climactic bliss. ¡°So, this is what it feels like to have a new life inside...¡± Her swollen belly rumbles ominously. ¡°About that, um...¡± I hear a cracking sound like eggs hatching. I''m out of time! ¡°Pardon the intrusion!¡± I coat my hand with the mingled cum and vaginal juices on my member for lubrication and thrust forward with my fingers in a spear shape. My hand prates her tiny pucker to the wrist in one go. I guess we''re no longer strangers. ¡°Kyaaahhhnnn!¡± Sure enough, the Burrower capped Opal''s stuffing with a springy foam that blocks my progress. I scoop some in my palm and withdraw. ¡°Alex... You''re... Kyaaahn!¡± After dumping a handful of white goop on the ground I go back in to repeat the process three more times. ¡°Kya! Ah! Ahn!¡± My fingertips brushed something hard and sphericalst round. Almost there! This time, I reach deeper in, spreading the Kobold girl''s ass wider with my forearm. My fingers close on a thin membrane with many legs wriggling within. I pull out the egg as Opal screams in terror (actually, doesn¡¯t that sort of sound like her ''I''m cumming'' scream?) and crush the Servitorsrva before it hatches. Now to do that, like, twenty more times. ¡°Ah-ah-ah ahn! Alex! Fuck! You''re splitting me in half!¡± ¡°Bear with it a little longer, Opal,¡± I tell her as I reach elbow deep. ¡°Yes! Ahn, oh yes! Right there!¡± ¡°Thanks, almost missed that one.¡± I have to stretch her poor pale pucker to fit my bicep to get thest few. ¡°Deeper! Deeper! Oh! Ahhnnn! Yes! Alex, Yes! I can feel you inside me, reaching around; it''s like you''re touching my soul!¡± I heard about some turtle-shelled water monsters that could do that. Maybe I should find a river to get the ability from them? ¡°Alright, that''s all of them!¡± I state with confidence. I was quite thorough in my search. ¡°It is? Oh...¡± ¡°Something wrong, Opal?¡± ¡°Alex, could you... Please, could you ball your hand into a fist and do that a few more times as fast as you can? I was so close!¡± ¡°...¡± ¡°I''m sorry, Alex. I didn''t mean to make you ufortable. Forget I said anything.¡± ¡°No, it''s fine! I''d love to. Roll over.¡± She does with an eager grin, revealing her t, cream-scaled tummy. I see my mark on her, the heart-shaped tattoo with the icon of my and Gabby¡¯s son in the center. Her pale asshole gapes beneath that pristine slit, begging for more. Opal rubs her thighs together as if seeking stimtion. ¡°Please, I need this!¡± I don''t wait another second, parting her legs to plunge my fist into her well-worn passage. Her plush rump squishes my shoulder and armpit. Her pucker clenches piteously at my muscles as I open and close my hand, watching the bugle in her belly move with fascination. I''m further than her belly button; any deeper and I''d be inside her chest. ¡°You''re alright?¡± I say, concerned for her internal organs. ¡°Yes!!! Yes!!! Yes!!!¡± With that confirmed, I quickly withdraw my armpletely and plunge into her butt again. ¡°Fuck, Alex! Wear me like a glove! Ruin my ass for anyone else! I''m yours!¡± Her tail wraps around my waist while her ws and toes dig for purchase into the ground. I flick her pussy slit with a devious smile using one hand while repeatedly hammering her to the hilt with my arm. Each punch to her ass-pussy clearly shows the outline of my hand through her bulging belly scales. Her cunt squirts as the insane insertion crushes all her sensitive spots simultaneously. Opal''s entire body shakes as she screams. ¡°Yeeesss!!!¡± Then she copses into my arms / on my arm, limp, spent, and ahegao-faced happy. I slowly extract my hand from my new glove, I mean new bride, to allow her wrecked hole some well-earned recovery time. *Kobold Bride ¨C One Draconic Mark!* Okay, let me check out what I''m working with. *Draconic Marks ¨C One* Kobold ws Kobold Scales Kobold Stature Kobold Hemipenis Kobold Inner Heat Draconic? The heck? Mentally cross-referencing the Book of Monsters reveals that Kobolds are indeed the base form of a formidable monster group. Who knew? Taking a closer look at what I have avable, two things stick out. Or should I say one thing? The Hemipenis is a two-for-one deal, like Wargs from my hometown. Heh, Kobold marks are already proving more useful than spider marks. Fuck spiders. The only other thing of interest is Inner Heat. I guess that exins how a reptile feels warm-blooded? Doesn''t seem that useful except in cold environments to prevent hypothermia. My inner survivalist rejoices! I cradle my semi-conscious Kobold lover in the crook of my arm, carefully resummon my armor so as not to disturb her, and march off in search of an exit. 58. Under the Mountain, Part 4: Lizardmen 58. Under the Mountain, Part 4: Lizardmen Boring caves. Boring rocks. Boring tunnels. Boring stctites. Boring pebbles. Boring stgmites. Boring gravel. ¡°Alex, I can walk.¡± ¡°Not a chance. You''re my precious new wife, carrying my and my head wife''s offspring. I''m not risking you getting snatched by another Burrower. I''m not letting you out of my arms, let alone my sight if I can help it.¡± Opal''s red scales blush darker as I speak. ¡°T-take a left up here. That''s the shortest path to the surface.¡± My Kobold lover is leading me through the maze of samey caverns to find a way out. She''s lived here her whole life and knows them quite well. I''ll be d to leave this pit of disappointment far behind. I''m already dreaming of reuniting with Gale when I hear metallic ttering in the distance. ¡°What''s that?¡± ¡°The soldiers? What are they going this high up? Alex, go back the other way.¡± I''m not one to run from a fight, but I''ve got a harem girl to worry about. I follow Opal''s instruction to retreat. It''s just misfortunate we hear the same banging and nkinging towards us from that direction as well. ¡°Is this a pincer attack?¡± How could the enemy know I''m here? ¡°No, I think they''re sweeping the area. They keep talking about how they''ll cleanse the mountain of Weblings, and all the Kobolds should join them.¡± I stop running. ¡°They''re just Kobolds?¡± ¡°No, they''re Lizardmen.¡± Two groups catch me between them and move in formation to engage us. They''re muscr seven-foot-tall humanoid crocodiles by my best approximation. They''re covered head to toe in shiny metal armor and wield metallic weapons. The strange thing is that I''m used to Summoned items being basically identical. Every item from pauldron to polearm is weirdly unique and poorly made as if cobbled together from spare parts. Also, they each bear an identical ck cor. ¡°Intruder under the mountain!¡± ¡°She''s stealing our women!¡± ¡°Recapture the female Kobold!¡± ¡°Take them to the Breeding Chambers!¡± Not fucking likely. I summon an ember spear and chuck it at the nearest lizard. To my immense disappointment, the projectile hits a chest te and scatters coals onto nonmmable steel. They''re hairless and naked underneath the armor, giving me nothing to burn. Earth Magic plus Swarm Slime Multitasking allows me to trip three enemies at once. Third-tier Earth Magic has them falling prone instead of simply stumbling. Except, there''re too many of them, and I need one of those focuses to attack. Next, I aim a normal spear for an open mouth. He snaps his jaw shut in time for my shaft to ng onto his helmet, ripping it off and leaving a few scrapes. The Lizardman covers his bare head with his gauntlets to counter my follow-up spear. Shit. ¡°Opal, close your eyes.¡± It''s not like she''s abatant anyway. ¡°Flou, Olindia, I need you.¡± Half a dozen pseudopods spring from my armor to aid in the fight. Olindia''s are long and end in microscopic stingers that envenomate on contact with skin (or scales in this case). Flou''s are shorter but more numerous and end in crystal-blood des. Unfortunately, neither are very effective. Olindia manages to get past one Lizard''s armor, and he copses screaming while clutching where he was stung, but there''re a dozen opponents. Flou shes and slices to no effect against their defenses. Blood darts find gaps in the metallic tes but can''t find the Lizards'' vital points. The slow bleeding from their wounds won''t stop them, and the Lizardmen refuse to retreat. ¡°Freak!¡± ¡°Aberration!¡± Then the reptilians counterattack, hacking and chopping through pseudopods with the sharp edges of their crude weapons. The press of bodies closes in on us, undeterred by my threatening spear that slides off ugly armor tes to hit non-lethal areas again and again. We''re not killing them fast enough. I need both hands. ¡°Fuck! Opal, hop down and focus on evasion!¡± The little Kobold drops from my grip, freeing a second ambidextrous arm, but the Lizardmen immediately go for her without regard for my repercussions. ¡°Leave her alone!¡± Wolf Rush! Armpit, neck, and thigh, my spears find gaps in their defenses, but their scales are tough, and my wooden weapon draws little blood. ¡°Take the female and run! We''ll hold off the aberration!¡± Crude metallic weaponsnd on me with impunity as I ignore Predator Sense premonitions to force my way past the Lizardmen. The blows crack my crab armor, which is insufficient to withstand genuine metal and leave bruises on my body, but Jellyfish Slime Constitution prevents any broken bones. Several reptilians drop their weapons to tackle me, weighing me down so I can''t jump over them with Lightweight or break through with Wolf Rush. I drop my spears and ce my palms on their metal armor, inspired by desperation. Ember magic turns the metal cherry red as more reptilian screams fill the air. My targets release me and turn to flee, but their former buddies prevent my victims'' escape to keep me penned in. And cooking them to death is a slow way to kill. ¡°Die for the master!¡±es their battle cry. Olindia puts another down, but there''re still too many. The one she hit earlier is rising to his feet despite the pain. That means she''s not delivering much venom through their tough scales. Flou can''tnd a killing blow. Dammit! I try jumping now there''re fewer tackling me. I ascend into the air (thankful for the high cave ceiling), but a reptilian I fried lunges for me in a dying fury after his lethal burns. His jaws close around my ankle, cracking my crab armor, and would''ve broken my bone if not for Slime Constitution. I shoot vines from their ports on my joints, striking stctites for purchase, determined to pull myself free of this melee. It''s a tug-of-war between me and the lizard. Flou uses a pseudopod with a blood grappling hook to assist me, but several reptilians think to throw sharp weapons at the lifelines. With our escape n severed, I fall as I watch a Lizardman carry Opal away. Blows rain down on me after Ind, gradually breaking apart my crustacean armor like an old-fashioned crab boil. I snap. Rage overflows my being, and all three of my Multitasking focuses concentrate on finding the most ruthless, brutal solution possible. ¡°Flou, give me a big fuckoff hammer.¡± Three Red Swarm Slime bodies converge into a 15-gallon crystal-blood morning star. I grip the haft and tug; my Orcish muscles bulging. This thing weighs, like, a hundred pounds. My Blood Magic reduces the effective weight through levitation, but I need a boost. I curse myself for previous thrift as I turtle down to make a change to my tattoo marks. *Selected Red Slime Blood Magic!* Another hit shatters my back te, but I''m on my feet gripping a massive tool that appears deceptively light with my doubled Blood Magic. The Lizardmen are too fanatical to be properly scared. That''s fine, as they won''t live much longer; I''ve decided what to call this thing. ¡°Die, motherfucker.¡± Grabbing the shaft, I lift Blood Star high and bring it crashing onto the skull of the lizard who just struck me. My Blood Magic pulls the weapon down with the same force I used to levitate it, adding to my strength by effectively doubling its weight. The result is a reptilian pancake and a truly horrific gore stter. That makes the Lizardmen pause. ¡°Toote to run.¡± I swing Blood Star in a horizontal arc around me. Lizardmen go flying with blood spikes piercing through their te mail. The additional force of the weapon''s momentum drives the red crystals through armor like a hammer and stake. Through the haft, I feel bones break and crunch as they take blunt damage from the impact as well. When they fall, they don''t get up. Spilled blood flows through the air, spiraling into Blood Star to rece the spikes that broke off. I love this thing. Wolf Rush! I dash forward, barely slowed by Blood Star, and uppercut the nearest Lizardman. My blow rockets him up, his jaws wide in a pained cry, into a stgmite. The stone spike impales him through the mouth and out the other side. Wolf Rush! Another dash, another reptilian struck in the chest and pinned to the wall squirting his guts out of every orifice. They do finally break ranks and flee. Olindia''s tendrils are more useful here, tethering opponents who try to run before I can get to them. I throw Blood Star at a coward, turning him into a smear on the cave floor. My weapon melts into Flou''s three bodies, and she shlorps over to me before reforming Blood Star. ¡°Patience, boys! There''s enough of us to go around!¡± I spend a few more seconds polishing off the stragglers. *ughtered the Lizardmen ¨C One Draconic Mark* My blood cools, and sanity returns. I need to find Opal! Partner Tracker pays for itself a hundred-fold as I trace Opal through the caverns. Even with Mermaid Sight, I''d never be able to catch up with the native underground dwellers. I can''t help noticing I''m descending. I don''t hesitate despite going in the opposite direction I originally wanted. Also, I refresh my summoned crab armor while I have free time. Just as I almost close the distance, another patrol of Lizardmen gets in my way. They''re fodder with Blood Star in my hand, but getting past them unhindered isn''t possible. They''re suicidally dedicated to inhibiting my progress. This time, when they turn tail and run from the ughter, I notice their ck cors radiating dark energy that seems to cause immense pain. They return to blocking my progress after that. The first group must have been extremely terrified to ovee it. These grunts don''t survive long enough to feel true fear. I pass a tunnel that smells like the ocean withoutment. The observation registers in the back of my mind, but I don''t spare a thought in the moment. I''m on a mission, and nothing can distract me. Then something smallnds on my back. Many legs scramble for purchase on my armor. I imagine it''s an extrarge Servitor until she starts talking. ¡°Wah ha ha ha! Atst, a human to capture!¡± It''s another damn fucking spider. 59. Under the Mountain, Part 5: Jumper 59. Under the Mountain, Part 5: Jumper I almost crush the annoyance automatically but manage to restrain my ire. Deep breaths. Innocent until proven guilty. Innocent until proven guilty. ¡°You got a death wish, short stuff? Or just stupid?¡± I jostle Blood Star as I speak. ¡°How rude! Obviously, Spindle can see you''re not an ordinary human. She was hoping that meant you weren''t boring.¡± Her voice is slightly high-pitched and nasally, which I''d find adorable in a better mood. ¡°Little busy,¡± I reply without slowing. ¡°Spindle sees what the problem is... You don''t know what you''re working with! Once you see what a sex pot of an arachnid she is, you won''t be able to keep your hands to yourself~¡± The spider girl crawls onto my helmet and obnoxiously drapes herself forward into my field of view upside down, forcing me to continue running based on scent and tactile cues. Tworge dark eyes full of confident swagger meet mine as six small ones glitter on her forehead like jewels. She has porcin pale skin and doll-like features, except the cute little fangs protruding from her glossy purple lips. Two girlish arms resting behind her head help lift her petite A-cup breasts while a second pair of arms massage her slender stomach and hourss figure, entuating the hip sway dance she does for my appreciative gaze. That humanoid waist ends in an arachnid lower body with six spider legs and an abdomen covered with soft, velvet fur. Unlike Miss Web, Spindle has a human pussy nestled in the base of her crotch. Spider pedipalps there to guard the area have spread wide for my viewing pleasure. Their function appears to be holding her partner in ce during intercourse. The quim in question has a tiny pearl of a clit poking from the top, exotically shapedbia minora like orchid petals, and a patch of short dark hair on her mons pubis. The carpet matches the drapes, as she''s sporting a ck-haired pixie cut. Spindle follows my gaze by the tilt of my helmet and parts herher lips with her fingers to proudly present her drooling honey tunnel. I nce down the length of her reversed body to find Spindle lewdly lolling her tongue at me with a mad grin as if inviting me to test her mouth-pussy with my cock. A Webling Jumper. ¡°Like what you see, human?¡± Dammit. Despite her being t as an ironing board, despite her not having an ass, despite her being another one of these fucking spiders, I can''t lie to myself. I''m not a ''Bigger is better'' basic bitch. If I were, I''d have an all-Ogress harem. No, I believe variety is the spice of life. Do I want to titfuck massive cowgirl udders? Yes. Yes, I do. Does that mean I can''t appreciate small girls with big attitudes? Hell. Fucking. No. But I''ve been burned twice today and I''m in a hurry. ¡°Not interested.¡± ¡°~You hesitated~¡± I did, and I hate myself a bit. The spider girl straightens and returns to perching on my shoulders. ¡°So, you haven''t tried to kill Spindle, and you''re clearly tempted, but act like you''re in a rush. Why don''t you tell her what has the cutie under the mask all agitated and let Spindle decide what she can do for you?¡± ¡°Fine,¡± I grumble. ¡°I''m retrieving a Kobold from the Lizardmen.¡± ¡°Fufufu, a mere Kobold? Spindle can make you forget all about a silly lizard.¡± ¡°No, you can''t! She''s bearing my son, and I''m not leaving her behind! I''ll kill any reptiles or spiders that get in my fucking way!¡± ¡°...¡± ¡°Got anything to say to that?!?¡± ¡°Ah~! Mmm, ahh, aaahhhn!¡± ¡°...¡± This time it''s my turn for awkward silence. ¡°Are you... Masturbating right now?¡± She¡¯s gasping and panting as she replies, ¡°You think a girl with four hands doesn''t know how to get herself off in a hurry? Spindle can finish in thirty seconds on a bad day. Ngh, ah, ah, oh! Ahn, yes! Yes!!¡± After that exmation, she sighs and rxes. ¡°Now, could you repeat yourself for her, please? Your voice was so rough andmanding; that really does it for Spindle. Way to make a girl jealous~!¡± ¡°You''re jealous of my kidnapped wife?¡± ¡°Who wouldn''t be with such a brave, determined lovering to rescue her? It''s romantic as fuck.¡± ¡°Whatever. I''m not giving you more shlicking fuel, and you clearly can''t help me fight the Lizardmen, so go screw yourself.¡± ¡°Spindle finished doing that and is ready to help her new human. How many Lizardmen can you take on at once?¡± Rolling my eyes, I do some mental arithmetic to humor her. Factoring in Wolf Rush''s stamina cost, my armor''s durability, Blood Star''s lethality, my Earth Magic''s effectiveness, Olindia''s tentacles, the enemy''s attack power, and the ck cors preventing their retreat, ¡°Two dozen.¡± I find that number suitably impressive after having difficulty with two Mole-Men a couple of days ago. That said, the limiting factor in the above list is my armor, which I can¡¯t resummon without a good couple of uninterrupted seconds, or else I¡¯ll get sttered. Also, that number doesn¡¯t factor in the element of surprise. ¡°You''re following your lizard lover into the heart of their camp. At least a hundred scaly brutes will swarm you by the time you reach her and start fighting your way out.¡± Shit. Spindle is right. I''m stronger than I was, but I''ll die against those odds even with my healing trump card. ¡°And you''ve got a better way?¡± ¡°Can you climb?¡± ¡°...Yes, I can climb.¡± Does she know about my marks, or is she guessing at my abilities? ¡°Spindle knows where they keep the Kobolds. She knows stealthy paths that aren''t guarded.¡± It''s too good to be true. ¡°And why do you know about these secret paths?¡± ¡°Lizardmen and Kobolds are the only toys Spindle has to y with down here. She knows all about where and when to catch them alone.¡± ¡°To fill them with Servitor eggs?¡± ¡°Ah, you''ve already killed some of Spindle''s sisters. That exins your reaction to her. Who or whom?¡± I expected to trigger rage when I revealed this fact, but the little spider betrays no emotion but curiosity after deducing the truth. ¡°Miss Web.¡± ¡°The mega bitch is gone? Finally! You have no idea how many cute fallen birds and mice that cunt snapped up before Spindle could even taste them. Oh, what Spindle wouldn¡¯t do for one of those precious prey monsters! She''d tie them up and tease them until they made such sweet sounds¡­ Who else?¡± ¡°A Burrower covered in Servitors. That''s where I got my Kobold.¡± ¡°Sounds like Sandy ws. Good riddance to that cannibalistic psycho. I swear I saw her eat one of our sisters.¡± I wouldn''t ordinarily be pleased to hear such disregard for family members'' deaths but, in this case, it''s justified. ¡°What makes you any better than them?¡± ¡°Spindle is ''catch and release'' only. Shecks an ovipositor for making Servitors.¡± ¡°Why should I believe you or, better question, how did that happen?¡± My potential spider guide finally hesitates as if I triggered a painful memory or secret thought. That, or her skill as an actress exceeds mine (Impossible!). ¡°The ''Would-Be-Queen Under the Mountain'' is raising an army to conquer the region. She''s been experimenting with ways to make her daughters evolve into more exotic, deadly variants. The Servitors were an idental byproduct. Some sisters escaped prior to their evolution, like Spindle. She had other ideas than following mother''s n.¡± ¡°Is that why you''ve been hunting draconic monsters? To grow?¡± ¡°Spindle hunts rats and Servitors or fishes in the undergroundke to nourish her body. Eating Servitors isn''t cannibalism, by the way. One advantage of the mindless critters, besides their defending Darklings, is long-term meat storage. But Spindle hunts Kobolds to practice her craft; she''s learned pleasure arts that have them crawling back for more. Lizardmen are tougher catches since the cors came, but their dicks are excellent toys, and Spindle is aiming for Matron. There are no male Weblings free anymore, they all serve mother, so Spindle has to settle forying lizard eggs.¡± It''s kind of a fascinating story that answers a lot of my questions about the underground while raising others. ¡°What do you mean, ''since the cors came?¡¯¡± ¡°Lizardmen used to be easy prey for Spindle. Weblings were rulers of the underground. First, she heard rumors of the cors from her sisters. Then, she started seeing cors among the lizards. The shaped metal came after, and the armored lizards fought naked ones. Finally, all reptiles have cors and wear armor as theye hunting us instead. ¡°Happy to have your questions answered? Ready to tell Spindle your name, cutie?¡± I sigh. Her story checks out ording to what little I know. The only reason I have not to believe her is that she''s a fucking spider. ¡°How can I trust you?¡± ¡°Hmm, at some point you have to make a decision. Are you going to be boring, or are you going to make things interesting~?¡± That sure is a non-answer, but no less than I deserve. There''s no logic-ing myself into cing my life in a potential enemy''s hands. Everything she told me about the Lizard camp could be total minotaur shit. It''s a matter of putting myself out there. Of bravery. I''ve got plenty of that with Opal captured. Hold on a little longer for me! I clench my gauntleted fists and stop running. ¡°My name is Alex.¡± Spindle leaps off my back and circles around to my front. She''s short; her torso is that of a four-foot-tall woman, but her spider body lowers her actual height to three and a half feet. With her abdomen included, she probably weighs a bit more than Opal. ¡°You made the right decision, but I want your whole name, middle included.¡± ¡°Is that all? Then you''ll help me?¡± ¡°No, you''re going to put your weapon down, take off that armor, and y a game with Spindle. Then she''ll fight by your side.¡± ¡°Even if it¡¯ll be dangerous?¡± ¡°¡®Danger¡¯ is Spindle¡¯s middle name.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Alright, it¡¯s ¡®Dani.¡¯¡± ¡°A monster girl has a middle name?¡± ¡°She obviously named herself. Jumper Dani Spindle.¡± A Webling named Jumper; her mother must not have put much thought into it. ¡°And you went with ¡®Dani?¡¯¡± ¡°It gives her a refined, yet gentle side only shown to Spindle¡¯s close friends and lovers. That¡¯s why it¡¯s a middle name. First names are for action. Last names are sexy.¡± Is that why she goes by ¡®Spindle?¡¯ ¡°Seriously, why would you help me?¡± ¡°You don''t know it yet, but you''re Spindle''s human. A special, interesting human she won''t ever let go. Sometimes you have to fight for what belongs to you; that, and Spindle has a thing for love stories.¡± That''s probably the best answer I''m going to get from the little deviant. But... ¡°I don''t have time. Opal¡ª¡± ¡°¡ªIs fine,¡± Spindle interrupts. ¡°They have hundreds of Kobolds for breeding and evolution training. If she''s smart, she''ll tell her captors she''s pregnant. There are plenty of eager females to service the Lizardmen, so she won''t be bothered until after her egg isid. No rush. Now... Say. Your. Name.¡± My concerns and misgivings have all been handily dismissed. Got to hand it to the Webling shorty. I drop Blood Star with resignation. ¡°Alexandria Tanaka Vermillion.¡± ¡°Oh, Spindle likes that. She likes it very, very much~¡± The spider girl licks her lips, tongue lingering on the fangs as she shes a predatory smile, her main two eyes half-lidded, smoldering as hershes flutter. ¡°Remove your armor, Vermillion.¡± The way she says my name sends shivers through me. I obey, and my naked body can''t hide the fact I''ve wanted this all along. 60. Under the Mountain, Part 6: Spindle (R-18) 60. Under the Mountain, Part 6: Spindle (R-18) Spoiler BDSM, Breath-y, flogging, light abuse-y, sex-enhancing substances [copse] ¡°Exquisite,¡± Spindle says, her voice husky with excitement. The Webling Matron aspirant circles me as her appreciative gaze sears my breasts and assets. I''m confident in my appearance and used to running around naked, so I don''t find this embarrassing. ¡°She''s never had a ymate so... well-endowed.¡± Her eyesnd on my erect (yes, I can''t help it) member, but she refrains from touching me. ¡°This intrigues Spindle. What is it?¡± ¡°A Mermaid Ovipositor,¡± I reply with factual simplicity. ¡°Indeed? The length is promising, but the girth and texture leave something to be desired.¡± I can''t let her prick my prick¡¯s pride withoutment. ¡°I can change cocks.¡± ¡°Ara ara, such a lewd ability my human has... Do be careful speaking out of turn, Vermillion. Your honesty is appreciated in this case, but there are always consequences. Can you change it into something that will impress her?¡± ¡°At the moment...¡± I went and bragged about my ability despite not wanting to use my marks willy-nilly right now, ¡°I can do a Lizardman cock.¡± ¡°Yes, she''d find that preferable for her first time with you. We''ll have opportunities to sample your other features at ater date.¡± ¡°So you say.¡± Despite my reservations, I manipte my tattoos to achieve the intended result. Reevaluating my Draconic marks reveals little of note. Lizardman Inner Spark is their evolution of Inner Heat. Everything else is a higher-tier version of the Kobold abilities I didn''t take. *Selected Kobold Hemipenis!* *Switch or Amalgamate?* Obvious choice this time. My long, slender member shortens, thickens, and splits in two. Thankfully, it''s not a painful process. Two erect dicks perch proudly on my groin, each covered with fleshy protrusions that look spiky but I''m guessing are soft to the touch. The Amalgamation appears to borrow some of the Mermaid Ovipositor¡¯s excessive length, along with its ability to imnt embryos from my womb. *Selected Lizardman Hemipenis!* *Slime Amalgamation can onlybine two body modifications.* Mermaid Ovipositor Kobold Hemipenis Lizardman Hemipenis Choosing the Ovipositor and Lizardman appendages gives me respectable nine-inch twins, which is by far more total length per mark than any other option I have. ¡°You need to navigate those strange marks to use that ability?¡± the spider girl says. I squint at her suspiciously, but her expression is curiosity and mischief rather than malicious. I don''t bother answering. Her hungry eyes fall on my twin rods. ¡°Prime specimens you have, much better than average. Lizardmen make terrible ymates, by the way. No imagination. Spindle never gets her fill of fun.¡± She still hasn''t touched me. ¡°Hand,¡± she instructs, extending one of her four to me palm up. Shrugging, I ce mine in her smaller grip. She proceeds to tie a silken knot around my wrist with string from her spinneret. ¡°You''re tying me up? I already did that with Miss Web.¡± ¡°That crude bitch knew nothing of the erotic arts! Her threadwork waszy and amateurish with nothing on her mind besides filling butts with unholy spawn. Rx. Put yourself in Spindle''s capable hands, and she''ll treat you like the prize you are.¡± I already resolved to give her a chance, so I don¡¯t resist as the spider girl clitters around me on her arachnid legs, taking my other hand in hers to tie mine together behind my back. She proceeds with efficiency and focus. She throws lines across my body inplex patterns, over my shoulders, around my middle, and between my legs. ¡°Spread,¡± shemands, close enough for me to feel the heat of her breath on my ass cheeks. I obediently adjust my stance to slightly spread my buttocks and air out my quim. A long minute passes where neither of us moves. A smirk quirks my lips by the time I finally hear her say, ¡°¡­Mmm,ter.¡± She passes silk through the gap between my thighs once, and again. Her rope touches nearly every area of my body, her fingers cing clever knots at intervals as she climbs all over me. Then she skitters up to the ceiling, where she anchors the lines before leaping to the floor with the ends clutched in her hands. Her meager weight is enough to hoist me aloft with whatever pully system she engineered. The pose she put me in has my cocks and tits essible on full disy while taking away all my leverage and stability, leaving me at her mercy. When I behold the product of her efforts, I have to say¡­ I¡¯m a little impressed. ¡°What is this?¡± I ask, dumbfounded. ¡°It¡¯s Shibari. Spindle inherited these techniques from her elder sisters, who¡¯ve passed them down for generations dating back to practices learned from ancient human husbandos and waifus. The pride of Arachne¡¯s daughters!¡± Criss-crossing strings hug my body like a dress entuating my best features. My breasts pop through the elegant surrounding and dividing them. Knots press on my erogenous zones. I shift in a halfhearted attempt to struggle, causing said silken bunches to grind against the aroused swell of my pussy. My weight is distributed through the entirework, keeping me surprisinglyfortable. I¡¯ve be a work of (erotic) art. ¡°Lovely¡­¡± ¡°She could say the same,¡± Spindle is fucking me with her eyes as she steps into view with aplicated braid of silk cradled in her hands. I recognize the crafted tool as a nine-tailed flogger. ¡°However, despite your physicalpliance, Vermillion, you¡¯ve been grantly speaking out of turn.¡± She cracks the whips on a rock, eliciting a satisfying series of leathery thwacks. ¡°Spindle needs to instill some discipline in her new favorite toy.¡± I swallow loudly and bite my lip as my heart races. ¡°W-what are you going to do with that?¡± The spider girl titters as she leans forward to lift my chin with the butt of the handle, staring into my eyes with her octagonal gaze, and says, ¡°If Spindle didn¡¯t know any better, she¡¯d think you were looking forward to this.¡± ¡°How could that be? What¡¯s there to like about being restrained and punished by a sexy dominatrix?¡± The flogger whips around to leave streaks of sweet heat across my backside. ¡°Ahh!¡± ¡°Keep talking, Vermillion. It¡¯s onesh per sentence spoken without Spindle¡¯s permission.¡± ¡°Please, be gentle.¡± Crack! I hiss in pleasure as bright sensations fill my mind, kindling embers of lust in my core. My flesh tingles afterward as if begging for attention. ¡°Your mouth says no, but your eyes say, ¡®hit me harder.¡¯¡± Smack! The flogger marks my ass, spine, and shoulders. Spindle¡¯s deft hands never slip, alwaysnding where she wants me to feel the pleasure-pain next. The strikes are potent enough to redden skin and make impressive sounds, but never draw blood. ¡°Gah! Ahn!¡± My skin bes highly sensitive in the flogger¡¯s wake, making Spindle¡¯s light touches feel like fire. As she calibrates her blows by my reactions, she grows bolder, targeting more sensitive areas. I feel thesh on my inner thighs, breasts, and abdomen. Whack! The whip¡¯s tails caress me like a lover. I arch my spine, thrusting my chest at my captor. ¡°Kya!¡± Embarrassing sounds leave my lips as everything about the experiencepounds. The tightness of my restraints. The exposure of my private genitals. The dark seclusion of the setting. Alone with my nubile little torturer. The electric thrill of each stroke on delicate skin. Liquid lust drips from my honey tunnel as I writhe against the knot pressing into my vulva. Beads of dew form at the tips of my Lizard cocks. The embers in my core have ignited into an inferno of desire. ¡°She likes that expression, Vermillion. The hunger for whates next. Spindle thinks you¡¯re ready.¡± The spider girl nestles between my legs to take a cock in each hand. I was right, the fleshy spikes on my shaft are supple and yielding in her grip. My mind momentarily wanders to imagine how they¡¯d feel in my pussy, and I almost want to grab a Lizardman to find out. Spindle refocuses my attention as her tongueps at the precum I¡¯d secreted. ¡°Mmm, this taste¡­ it¡¯s like nothing she¡¯s had before. So, this is the fabled human vor.¡± She smiles at me to sh those hypodermic needlelike fangs in the gloom. Her lips part to consume my length. She takes me into her throat without gagging, a sure sign she¡¯s yed with simr equipment many times before. Spindle¡¯s tongue circles my length, ying with the protrusions as she sucks while pulling me out to go again. She switches from rod to rod, thoroughly lubricating both with her saliva. Both hands move on me, squeezing my shafts with her soft palms as she licks, flooding my mind with twice the usual sensations. Two is definitely better than one. She strokes me faster. My breaths grow shorter. Her mouth descends to the ¡®v¡¯ where the two meet to tickle my base with her tongue. My hips buck in helpless delight, as I can do nothing to speed my release while stuck in this harness. I can¡¯t grab her head to plunge into her throat for relief or hold her face steady to fuck topletion. Spindle continues her double hand/blow job at a sedated pace until the pressure within me bes ufortable, and I realize she¡¯s toying with me. I look down, one of the few movements this bondage allows, to see her diabolic grin. ¡°Beg for release.¡± I shake my head, refusing to capitte to thisst indignation. Her smile widens in glee. This time, Spindle attacks my groin with dark joy. Her second pair of hands massage my buttocks as her first two continue their agonizingly slow pace on my shafts. Pressing my dicks together, she fits both tips into her mouth and sloppily runs her tongue around and between them. Her saliva dribbles everywhere, lubricating her double hand job. Then she takes one cock in her mouth, going down, down, letting me fill her throat until she kisses my crotch. Her ck eyes glimmer up at me, watching my face as a freed hand squeezes my dangling breast. She swallows around me while her fingertips drag up and down my other cock, ying with the protrusions I¡¯vee to learn are highly sensitive. My hips tremble as flickers of pleasure shoot through my lower body. Her second pair of arms move on from my butt to my pussy and ass. A finger drags through my sopping channel to coat itself in grool before drilling into my pucker. Two fingers invade my tunnel to stir my insides while a thumb rubs against the base of my dicks. The muscles in my legs tense as my mouth opens in an ¡®o,¡¯ though no wordse out. My groin rolls, involuntarily seeking more stimtion to reach climax. I press my lips together hard as I resist the temptation to give in. All the while, Spindle smiles around my left dick without showing signs of being short of breath. Her fingers pump my holes with methodical purpose. Her tongue brushes my base as her throat pulses around me. She pinches a nipple as her fist pounds my second cock. But nothing she does to me is enough to push me over the edge that remains tauntingly close and yet so far. Her eyes dare me to say the word. I shake my head again. Spindle¡¯s fingers slow and withdraw. Her hands leave my breast and groin as she lifts her head, dragging my cock from her oral cavern. Being refused my well-earned orgasm is a worse agony than every blow of theshbined. If I had any, my balls would be blue from my denial. However, I know anying climax will be all the more intense. She gasps, then licks her lips with a twinkle in her eye. ¡°If you won¡¯t beg, Spindle will have to punish you again~¡± The spider girl climbs atop me and mounts my face. She presents her flowery pussy to me for close inspection. Her scent is damp and earthy like rain-slick stone with deeper undertones reminiscent of an exotic mushroom. I extend my tongue to brush the cool petals of herbia and taste the richness of her musky dew. Puckering my lips, I kiss the divot of her opening and lick upward to the pearl of her clit. ¡°So eager! A good girl like you needs no encouragement¡­ but even good girls sometimes need punishment.¡± Spindle¡¯s pedipalps, located where feminine waist meets arachnid body, lunge forward to grab my head with surprising strength, crushing my face against her cunt. I can¡¯t breathe, but she¡¯s shoving her musk up my nose and filling my mouth with herbia. The spider girl undtes her girl half in aggressive sexual thrusts like a belly dancer humping a table corner. It¡¯s that uncaring, almost violent force with which she pursues her release against my tongue and nose. I¡¯m just something to shove between her legs to grind on. Looking up, I know that¡¯s an affectation, a bit of roley, because she¡¯s looking down at me with such dark desire on her face. My lungs scream for fresh air, but she¡¯s not done. Spindle grabs my hair by the root in four fistfuls as she rides me until she doubles over. ¡°Ahhh! Ahn!!!¡± Juices squirt into my mouth as she drives herself to heights of pleasure, or perhaps depths of ecstasy. She drapes those A-cup breasts on my head, embraces my skull with all her arms, and quivers as her sex pulses in my stuffed mouth. I try to slip a breath past her, but each of my airways is flush against her sweet flesh. She senses my struggles and straightens to meet my gaze again, but doesn¡¯t release me with her pedipalps, keeping me locked against her groin. She smirks at me. ¡°Mmm, mph.¡± ¡°What¡¯s that Vermillion? Want to go again?¡± She must have spotted a sh of fear flit across my face because her grin shifts to crude schadenfreude as she chuckles at my expense. ¡°Shouldn¡¯t you give Alex a safeword if you¡¯re going to be that rough?¡± Spindle and I both look to see Flou in her bunny-eared Slime form with two crystal-blood weapon pseudopods, an axe and a spear, at the ready. The spider girl scoffs at the Small Red Swarm Slime, ¡°Vermillion doesn¡¯t need a safeword. She can free herself at any time.¡± Spindle releases her pedipalps¡¯ grip on my head just as my vision goes blurry. I gasp at fresh air and cough to clear my throat. ¡°Y-you knew?¡± I¡¯d been holding more than a few aces in my back pocket (so to speak) the whole time, but I didn¡¯t expect Spindle to realize that. I live dangerously and get my rocks off to some potentially perilous y, but I¡¯m not that stupid. ¡°Miss Web was an idiot who didn¡¯t know when she bit more than she could chew. Spindle enjoys ying with monsters that could crush her with ease on the daily. She knows how to string them along, read their tolerance, and reward them before they lose patience.¡± In short, she¡¯s a good dom. ¡°Now, put those things away. You¡¯re ruining the scene.¡± The spider girl dismisses the armed Slime and turns to me, ¡°Unless Vermillion isn¡¯t curious what happens next?¡± Gulp. I¡¯m definitely thinking with my blue balls. But, fuck it. ¡°D-do what she says, Flou.¡± My familiar retracts the weapons and reforms an inconspicuous Blood Star sitting nearby. ¡°That¡¯s a good girl,¡± the spider dom coos. ¡°Now, where were we?¡± She crawls down my body to stop at my breasts. ¡°That¡¯s right, Spindle was going to teach you a lesson about unting these disgusting udders.¡± She leans forward with a mischievous grin as she rubs her ironing board A-cups against my motherly mammaries. ¡°All they¡¯re good for is making milk.¡± The spider girl slides lower to take a nipple in her mouth. She suckles a little until my bounty spills onto her tongue. ¡°Mmm, this taste, it¡¯s better than I imagined¡­¡± Spindle hums with delight. ¡°But there¡¯s one thing we can improve on.¡± She flicks the nipple with her finger, which barely registers as an annoyance. ¡°Sensitivity.¡± Her mouth opens wide to reveal hypodermic fangs. I flinch but don¡¯t respond in time before she sinks them into the nearest tit. She injects me with venom, but there¡¯s no acrid melting of flesh I¡¯d expect from a Burrower bite. Instead, a tingling sensation spreads from the prick that transitions into a subtle warmth. The little sadist then repeats the bite on my other poor, defenseless boob. Both my nipples stiffen as the warmth bes a glowing heat. My skin flushes as if I¡¯ve been soaking in a hot bath. ¡°What did you¡­?¡± I mumble, but the venom goes to work quickly. My figurative blue balls swell, creating pressure in my groin. Pressure builds inside me like a boiling kettle. My whole body feels raw and yet touch-starved. Spindle flicks my nipple again. ¡°Ah!¡± Pleasure-pain shoots through my chest like an electric shock and I tense until the sharp sensation fades. ¡°Excellent,¡± she circles my nipple with her finger, making me squirm beneath her as best I can in these restraints, ¡°Now, you¡¯re ripe and ready to pluck.¡± Her fingers mp onto my nipple and tug, stretching the skin, sending sparks through me until she releases me with a snap like a rubber band stretched to the limit. ¡°Ahhhn!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t you feel embarrassed lugging around these sacks of fat?¡± p. ¡°Kya!¡± She pped my boob! The little bitch pped my fucking tits, and it feels¡­ ¡°Do you get off on making others seem inferior?¡± p. ¡°Ahn, yes!¡± Spindle ps my other breast, full open palm ps it, and powerful shockwaves reverberate through me, stoking the internal mes. My core drools. Pressure rises. ¡°So, you admit it!¡± p, p. ¡°No! I¡­ Ahn!¡± It hurts, but it¡¯s really good too. I¡¯ve never experienced anything quite like this. Having my breasts yed with always feels nice, but this is ridiculous! The tingling skin beneath her handprints feels like it¡¯s been dusted with sugar. ¡°You love shoving your lewd honkers in peoples¡¯ faces!¡± p, p! ¡°Ah, ahn! Y-yes!¡± I bite my lip, hard. Sweetness is the only description my addled mind can register. The pain is candy-coated. Dripping with vor. Spindle¡¯s ps are cinnamon sugar. My cocks dribble with pre. ¡°Say you like small breasts.¡± I think Spindle may have aplex. Four hands massage my melons into caramel. My ass clenches, rubbing my pussy into the knot pressing against it. My heart thumps in my chest. ¡°I¡­ l-l-like¡­ small breasts.¡± She squeezes my tatas into nougat. Molten marshmallow fluff boils inside me, expanding, rising, hurting so deliciously. ¡°Say, ¡®t chests are the bestest!¡¯¡± Two hands wring my knockers while her other pair pinches my nipples and pulls them like taffy. My cocks leak cum uncontrobly. I can¡¯t think beyond theing climax. ¡°F-t c-chests, are t-t-the bheshtesht!¡± A sharine-sweet orgasm explodes through my chest to wrack my entire being. My brain is cotton candy for an eternity until I return from an almost out-of-body experience. Suspended in the air with the aftershocks of the sugary climax echoing through me feels like a bath in hot chocte. Meanwhile, Spindle has been peacefully nursing at my chest while using my boobs as pillows. The spider girl is shockingly cute when she¡¯s not being naughty. She notices me stir, wipes her milk mustache with the back of her hand, and eagerly props herself up to ask, ¡°Ready?¡± I wonder what there could be left for a moment, then realize my lower body is aching for release. My cunny is throbbing with need. Despite dripping semen, my cocks are dying to finally cum for real. ¡°W-was that a nipple orgasm? I thought those were a myth.¡± ¡°They¡¯re difficult to achieve without assistance, but Spindle has her ways.¡± The spider girl shes me a grin with those hypodermic fangs of hers on prominent disy. ¡°Now, she wants to ride her new toy until she forgets her name. Any objections?¡± ¡°No. Are you fertile?¡± ¡°Very. Does that scare you, Vermillion?¡± ¡°Never. I¡¯m taking you home, and you¡¯re going to do to all my girls what you just did to me.¡± ¡°More humans?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve got a bunny, a Goblin, and a wolf living together. I¡¯m on this trip to find a Harpy I¡¯ve had my eye on, so that¡¯s four plus my Kobold.¡± I don¡¯t bother counting my Slime familiars, my bargain with an ogress, or my oceanic bride and lover, as the details or circumstances are overlyplicated. The spider girl goes very quiet and very still. She looks at me with wide eyes and new appreciation. ¡°And¡­ Spindle gets to y with all of them?¡± ¡°Yep.¡± ¡°Vermillion¡­¡± Lightning fast, the arachnid monster girl darts to my groin, inhales one of my cocks, and bites the base to inject me with more of her venom. I feel a momentary sharp pain that quickly dulls, overwritten by warmth and followed by sudden hypersensitivity. She switches positions, exchanging her mouth for lower lips, and impales her sopping-wet sex on my rod. ¡°Spindle. Wants. To. Breed!¡± The spider girl bounces on my cock like a rodeo champ. Her four handsnd on my breasts and waist for bnce and leverage. The look in her eyes is manic and wild. Venom spreads through my system like a candy shop on fire. Her pussy is a butter churner filled with milk and honey, and my dick is the plunger. Sweet ecstasy fills me as the little pest rides me like a mounted dildo. I thrust my hips up into her as best I can. My second cock sandwiched between our tummies is massaged by smooth, supple skin like a good boob job. We grunt in unison as we make pleasure together. My body grows warmer as we work, and I realize it¡¯s the venom continuing to affect me. My heart is hammering. I can imagine an older man having a heart attack after taking this much of Spindle¡¯s venom! She¡¯s been humping me at top speed from the beginning, but I don¡¯t feel any closer to cumming. Instead, I feel the blue-balled pressure inside me umting as if my body were stockpiling all the climaxes I¡¯m owed. It¡¯s not like Bunny Stamina, where I can maintain an erection as long as I have the will to continue. It feels¡­ ufortable. It¡¯s a burning, painful need that can only be quenched by cumming. Except, I can¡¯t orgasm through my dick. It¡¯s a new kind of pain like sour candy that makes you pucker your lips but go back for seconds. The longer this goes on, the more desperate I am to find a release. I contort and gyrate my body to fuck her harder, to smash my second cock between our bellies, but nothing is working. We¡¯re both panting heavily as we fuck each other like animals. Sweat slickens our bodies. It¡¯s not enough! My cock is cinnamon sugar me! I feel like I¡¯m going to die if I don¡¯t fuck her harder! ¡°You brought this on yourself!¡± Ember magic throws heat from my hands, melting through the restraints on my wrists, and my arms are free. After deactivating the magic, I grab Spindle by her girlish waist, and I finally have the leverage I crave. ¡°Yesss!!!¡± It¡¯s the spider girl screaming this time as I pull her onto my rod with Orc Strength over and over. Sweaty flesh smacks together. p! p! p! Sheughs and screams while throwing her head back. Her tongue lolls from her lips and her eyes lose focus. Smack-smack-smack! ¡°Ah! Ahhhnnn!!!¡± My vision goes white as every climax I¡¯d been denied goes off simultaneously. I clutch Spindle to me like my own flesh. My second cock explodes between us as the first fills her belly with my seed. Cream spurts in jet after jet that stters onto my tits and her petite little A-cups, shoots onto her open o-face, andnds in her mouth. *Webling Jumper Lover ¨C One Darkling Mark!* *Impregnation Sessful! ¨C One Male Breeder Mark!* Spindleys there with her head using my boobs for pillows, hair matted with sweat and semen, gazing at me with her dreamy dark octet. I run my fingers through her disheveled hair. She lifts her face to mine, and I meet her halfway. Our lips touch. It¡¯s a soft, creamy kiss. Her vor is a subtle truffle that lingers after we part. ¡°You sure came a lot, Vermillion.¡± She leans back, peeling herself off of me to look at the mess I made. She scoops a dollop off my breast and slurps it down. ¡°Mmm! But Spindle doesn¡¯t know if she can finish all of this¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s my job,¡± Flou says as she resumes her bunny Slime form. Pink Slime squirts from my secret tunnel as Olindia emerges and reforms herself. The Jellyfish Slime looks around ratherically before her eyesnd on Spindle with exaggerated disappointment. ¡°I thought for sure I was getting another helping of spider guts.¡± ¡°Everyone, this is Spindle. She¡¯s going to help us get Opal back.¡± As I speak, Flou shlorps forward with pseudopods tipped with terrifying Fuzzy Slime maws. The spider girl doesn¡¯t flinch (which I¡¯ve learned from Opal is an impressive feat) as Flou slurps the spider silk off me like pasta and licks the spilled cream from every surface. Olindia, once she realizes she¡¯s not getting anything else, startspeting with Flou for whatever edible scraps she can find. I hook an arm around the spider girl to hold her close as I fall from suspension tond on my feet. My deting cock slips from her channel, spilling more seed that is quickly devoured as both our genitals are thoroughly cleaned. On the ground, Spindle skitters up my body to perch on my back with her upper body draped over my shoulders. ¡°So, what¡¯s the n?¡± I ask. She cocks her head askew while listening to my question, then smiles. 61. Under the Mountain, Part 7: Lizard-folk Camp (R-18) 61. Under the Mountain, Part 7: Lizard-folk Camp (R-18) The caves are a bit less boring with a fewpanions. ¡°This way! And be quiet!¡± Spindle says as she ascends up a sheer cliff. ¡°Are you really going to follow her?¡± Flou says from beneath my armor as we watch her skitter away. ¡°Don¡¯t be a sour puss; give her a chance! I was about to swear off spider girls for life, but even I¡¯vee around on them. It takes a special woman to change a gal¡¯s mind after¡­¡± ¡°¡­After a traumatic incident,¡± Flou finishes, and a pall falls over me. ¡°Let¡¯s not talk about what happened. Like, ever.¡± I¡¯m forcing that double disappointment out of my mindpletely in 3¡­ 2¡­ 1¡­ What was I thinking about? Oh, right. *Selected Webling Spider Climb* Fascinatingly, this ability isn¡¯t a physical modification. A supernatural force adheres my appendages to vertical surfaces and ceilings. Fingers, toes, knees, boots, and elbows are all fair game. I¡¯m not exactly running up walls like Spindle, but I¡¯m no longer vertically challenged in almost any capacity. My underground guide stays just barely in my line of sight. We crawl across vast rock formations, honeb tunnels, cliffs, rockslides, and natural bridges over the void. Sometimes my marker on Opal feels closer, and other times further away. Patrols of Lizardmen pass far beneath us on several asions. They all have those ck cors. Webling Servitors scuttle around us, but Spindle herds them away before they can attack me. The first major hurdle wee across is unique in my experience. ck runes glowing sooty purple form a line extending as far as my Mermaid Sight can see in either direction, climbing and falling across every surface in an unbroken chain. Spindle pauses before crossing, and I do the same. She extends her hand first to demonstrate. Her fingers tremble over the runes but, after a minute I spend watching her with a raised eyebrow, Spindle forces her hand through. The spider girl proceeds to gingerly step over the line one limb at a time. When I move to follow, I¡¯m halted by a mysterious force. ¡°A barrier?¡± She shrugs. I don¡¯t let it stop me. My Orc Strength helps, but I think I¡¯m slowed by having to drag Flou and Olindia (inside me) through as well, so it evens out. Looking over my shoulder, I see a swell of Servitors close in behind us like a wave on the beach. They crash against the line of runes but don¡¯t even attempt to cross the way we did. There sure are a lot of them. I understand what Spindle¡¯s mother was thinking with creating an army to conquer the region. In a way, it¡¯s a good thing the Lizardmen got organized enough to oppose her. ¡°They can¡¯t get through,¡± Spindle says with a dismissing nce backward. ¡°But it only slows real monsters like us.¡± Not far ahead, the tunnels open onrger caverns. The zing light of orange mes illuminates the darkness for the first time in hours. The sounds of marching and nging metal echo throughout as dozens of patrols enter and leave the central chambers. It¡¯s arge camp with Servitors roasting over open fires, sleeping areas with nests made from detritus, training areas where Lizardmen fight with their irregr weapons, a section cordoned off with shed skins hung like curtains, and¡­ A cookware store? Not a Lizardman construct, but an ancient human building from before the monster apocalypse. It¡¯s in remarkably good condition, but I suppose it¡¯s been sheltered from erosion¡ªwhat with theck of wind, rain, and weeds underground. How did it get down here? There¡¯re no roads, no tire tracks, and the tunnels are too small for it to fit through them. Excuse me? Then it starts to make sense. Not the cookware store itself, but the source of the Lizardmen¡¯s armor and weapons. They¡¯re too dissimr to be summoned, too poorly crafted. If anything, they look like pots, pans, anddles hammered into useful shapes with stones. Yes, that¡¯s literally where these stupid reptiles have been getting their metal. There¡¯s no mining operation here, no skipping the bronze age to reinventing steel, just lizards banging kitchen gadgets into dangerous shapes. There¡¯s a pentagram of old, lifeless runes around the building giving off a vague sense of stale magic. Is this magic circle somehow responsible for its presence here? Spindle tugs on my arm to get me moving again. We¡¯re high up in a shadowed alcove with no immediate danger of being spotted, but I appreciate her snapping me out of it. Whatever dumb magic is responsible for that building doesn¡¯t matter. She has us climb over the camp to the secluded area encircled by a line of curtains and descend to the floor in a hidden spot. Then the spider girl proceeds to stride into the open like she owns the ce. My eyes go wide as I watch her leave. Spindle had been right about how many Lizardmen are here. I¡¯m a little concerned about escaping after being discovered even with my climbing abilities given how many opponents would be in pursuit and throwing things at me. ¡°It¡¯s Spindle! Hey, everyone, Spindle¡¯s back!¡± The first Kobold to spot the spider girl makes an announcement before rushing over to greet my¡­ I guess Spindle is my girlfriend now. I realize this is the female side of the camp, as evidenced by theck of Lizardmen, the many pregnant Kobolds in sight, and the area reserved for egg nests. There are male Kobolds in this area, but they seem distinctly soft and curvy like they¡¯re used to ¡®ying catch¡¯ for the Lizardmen of that persuasion. Not that I doubt there¡¯s plenty of hot Lizardman on Lizardman action going on in the male side of the camp. There¡¯s not much to do down here except fuck. I also see some juvenile Kobolds going about the business of learning and developing on the other side of the eggs. This is an established colony well into its second or third generation. I can¡¯t help noticing, however, that even the young have those ck cors. Opal must have avoided getting cored up till now by lying low or staying on the periphery of the settlement. That also might exin why she strayed far enough to get captured by a Burrower. ¡°Lovely to be back,¡± Spindle coos as she takes the nearby green-scaled Kobold in her arms and nuzzles into the lizard girl¡¯s neck while copping a feel of solid C-cup breasts (not as big as mine; not jealous). The green Kobold melts at the spider girl¡¯s touch but is quickly reced as Spindle turns her focus to a blue Kobold, then an orange Kobold boy (his cocks are about half my size and he¡¯s very cute; I¡¯m contemting getting him alone), then back to girls with a yellow Kobold and another green one. She¡¯s definitely a ¡®yer,¡¯ but I¡¯m not one to talk. I step from the shadows once I¡¯m confident this isn¡¯t about to get ugly. ¡°I brought a human, freshly caught,¡± Spindle says, gesturing my way. ¡°She¡¯s extremely sexy under the armor, believe it.¡± The Kobolds turn to look at me in unison. ¡°You know all of them? How?¡± I ask, scanning the small crowd of Kobolds that approach. A few others heard the first Kobold and didn¡¯te running, but don¡¯t seem interested in reporting us either. ¡°Is this your newest conquest, Spindle?¡± a blue Kobold says with glee. ¡°I bet she screamed when she came! Humans are loud screamers.¡± ¡°Dumb question,¡± I retract. I am a little shocked at Spindle¡¯s ease around the Kobolds, who are each half a head taller in addition to outnumbering her. Not to mention vice versa, with how many Kobolds are no doubt eaten by Weblings in a given year. It¡¯s unusual in my experience for two monster types that are ostensibly predator and prey to coexist this way. Yet, I suppose there¡¯s nothing stopping them if food is plentiful enough and the sex is really that good. Makes me feel better about trusting the little deviant. ¡°Just a few of Spindle¡¯s catch-and-release victims. The best thing about that strategy is getting to catch them again when they¡¯re bigger,¡± she says as she grabs the orange Kobold boy¡¯s sulent ass. He giggles. ¡°Vermillion here is looking for a one named Opal. Anyone seen her?¡± Most of them look like they¡¯re trying to recall an obscure detail they vaguely remember. ¡°Why don¡¯t you take off the armor, girl? I bet it¡¯s hot in there,¡± the yellow Kobold says with a sultry roll of her shoulders. The green Kobold snakes out her long tongue while boldly approaching me. ¡°Yeah, I think I could remember better if I wasn¡¯t so thirsty.¡± The blue Kobold sniffs the air. ¡°Oh! I smell masculine musk on her too¡­ I mean, my throat sure is itchy! Too itchy to talk! I¡¯ll need something long and thick to scratch it, but where oh where could I find such a thingy?¡± Sometimes having a human¡¯s scent around horny monsters is a curse. Spindleughs and pantomimes thrusting her hips against the orange Kobold¡¯s ass. ¡°How about it, Vermillion? Care to jog their memories?¡± Deep sigh. ¡°I don¡¯t have much time. Make it quick.¡± I feel like I¡¯ve been saying that all day and no one listens to me. The small crowd of Kobolds cheers as they pry away my crotch te with their nimble ws. Flou knows better than to get in the way of half a dozen sex-hungry monsters and my twin rods flop into the open. A scaly rainbow lunges for my members as toothy maws part to reveal soft ptes and eager tongues. ¡°B-big!¡± ¡°Her scent is incredible!¡± ¡°This taste!¡± ¡°I¡¯ve never seen a pair this size¡­¡± As the orange Kobold tries to join the throng, Spindle captures the femboy in her four-armed grip. Anchored threads I hadn¡¯t noticed are tied to Orange¡¯s limbs and, in a sh, he¡¯s upside down. Spindle shoves her face under Orange¡¯s tail to suck the Kobold¡¯s balls while her crotch pedipalps grab and pin muzzle to crotch. She guides Orange¡¯s head with one hand while teasing the femboy¡¯s ass, thighs, and tail with her remaining appendages. Meanwhile, I have six mouths on my crotch, three to a cock, licking and sucking the soft fleshy protuberances of my Lizardman-hybrid dicks. Green and Yellow kiss around my left shaft. Blue deepthroats my right member to the base in one go. Pink pulls Blue off me by the neck so she can trade sucking my tip with Sienna. Teal¡¯s fingers find my pussy while she runs her tongue along my bumpy underside. It¡¯s like I¡¯ve stuck my cock in piranha-infested waters. The sheer volume of sensations bombards me with pleasure until I can¡¯t hold back any longer. I grab two Kobolds by their cranial scale ridges and pull them against me, hilting myself in their throats. The other colors grumble their objections until I withdraw to shoot my load onto their faces. Several sets of hands grab my substantial lengths to finish me, pumping jet after jet of cream onto eager faces and open mouths with lolling tongues. I know I hit a few girls in the eyes, but the Kobolds areughing, kissing, and licking each other to slurp up my spilled essence. I take a deep breath and exhale in satisfaction. ¡°So, who¡¯s seen Opal?¡± The Kobolds turn to one another with raised eye ridges. ¡°Oh, suddenly, my butt is itchy! I can¡¯t concentrate until I can get something long and hard up in there!¡± Blue says. ¡°Yeah, that¡¯s right, my pussy is itchy too,¡± Yellow says while giggling. ¡°I want her eggs!¡± ¡°Me too!¡± I¡¯m seriously considering setting Olindia loose on these lusty idiots when a red Koboldes forward. ¡°Guys, that¡¯s not funny. You¡¯ve had your fun, and you know Malik called for Opal! She¡¯s probably being cored right now unless he wants her for something worse!¡± ¡°Malik?¡± I ask. ¡°He¡¯s an Imp. He came here and took over! Now, everyone works for him because of these stupid cors,¡± she hooks a finger through her own ck cor. This close, and without the heat of battle, I notice the faint purple glow of runes on the alien metal. My blood runs cold. If I learned anything from the Book of Monsters, it¡¯s that demons and even their base forms are bad news. An Imp is only a second-tier monster, but more like an Ogre than a bunny in terms of threat level. And he¡¯s got Opal! ¡°Where?¡± ¡°Malik¡¯s throne is in the old human armory,¡± the red Kobold says. I break into a run in the cookware store¡¯s direction. Spindle skitters up alongside me, having ditched the orange Kobold at some point to follow. ¡°Vermillion, don¡¯t go!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t try to stop me.¡± The Kobolds seem alright, I guess, but I¡¯ll kill any Lizardmen who stand in my way. ¡°No, you sexy idiot,¡± the spider girl says. ¡°Going that way will waste your time and energy fighting guards. Let Spindle get you inside.¡± I stop. ¡°You know a way in?¡± 62. Under the Mountain, Part 8: Imp 62. Under the Mountain, Part 8: Imp The two of us descend from the cavern ceiling on a dragline, me in a silken harness, and Spindle clutching my armor from behind like a crane w. This gives us another good view of the camp. Sure enough, there are several Lizardmen screwing each other in the vicinity. By the look of it, a few of them have vaginas¡ªLizard-trans-men? Actually, I don¡¯t hate the idea. Could be an interestingy if the opportunity presents. Wend stealthily on the building¡¯s roof without causing a ruckus. Looking around, my best avenue for ess is the venttion, so I pop the grating with my spear, unsummon my armor to fit, and crawl inside. My arachnidpanion follows behind me. ¡°Ara ara, what on earth are you wearing? Spindle loves it!¡± ¡°Really, oh, thank you! I¡¯m trying to highlight the shape of Alex¡¯s ass without revealing too much. That way, you want to see what¡¯s underneath all the more!¡± ¡°You¡¯ve certainly seeded¡­ And the rubies are a nice touch.¡± ¡°Will you two stop with the panty shoptalk? This is the stealth portion of the mission!¡± I reprimand Flou and Spindle for their banter. I sigh; at least they¡¯re bonding. ¡°Sorry, Alex,¡± my Fuzzy Slime underwear apologizes. ¡°Don¡¯t worry so much. Spindle is certain your paramour is fine. ¡®Love conquers all,¡¯ you know.¡± ¡°In my experience, a giant fuckoff weapon tends to help.¡± I slow to take a corner on my hands and knees, and Spindle ¡®clumsily¡¯ facents into my rear, directly into my pussy. Several times. ¡°Mmm,¡± I can¡¯t help getting a little horny with the threat of discovery. ¡°Vermillion, shh! I hear voices.¡± It¡¯s your fault for touching me there! ¡°¡­And then?¡± a screechy male voice like rusty nails on a chalkboard says. Ugh, that¡¯ll kill a boner. ¡°The aberration produced dozens of tentacles that attacked our patrol!¡± a Lizardman says (their voices have a bit of an ent from the reptilian muzzle). ¡°They stung, bit, and struck us, but our armor held strong.¡± ¡°Then where is my human-aberration prisoner?¡± the screechy voice mocks. ¡°Er, that is, the battle seemed to be in our favor, so I was ordered to prioritize retrieving the female Kobold to prevent her injury. But I suppose the aberration must have escaped!¡± ¡°No.¡± The screechy voice sounds coldly displeased. ¡°Several patrols arete reporting to base. I suspect the aberration is responsible.¡± ¡°H-how could one human possibly neutralize that many Lizardmen? It¡¯s not possible!¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t ask for your opinion. Be silent.¡± ¡°Hrk!¡± The Lizardman makes a choked noise and pained grunts. ¡°You there, Kobold girl, why did the aberration protect you?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Answer me.¡± ¡°Kyaaa!¡± *Cough, cough* That¡¯s Opal¡¯s voice! I crawl faster, heart hammering as their voices grow louder each second as I near them. ¡°Well?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°I said answer me!¡± ¡°Kyyyaaa!!!¡± I¡¯m going to murder this guy! ¡°Had enough?¡± After gasping for breath, Opal says, ¡°¡­I¡¯m bearing her child.¡± ¡°Ah, now I look closer, those tattoos on your belly¡­ the mark of Echidna¡­¡± ¡°Flou, Blood Star!¡± The Red Slime flows into my hands and morphs into her battle form, breaking through the venttion shaft so our group tumbles forth. ¡°Olindia, wreck their shit!¡± I summon my armor as Ind and survey the situation. This is the showroom of the old cookware store, but all of the furniture has been pushed to the walls or torn apart and repurposed to create arge open space. Burning sconces illuminate everything in flickering yellow light, making me think the Imp doesn¡¯t have low-light vision. I find him standing against the far wall. He looks like a twisted Goblin on steroids dipped in tar. At four feet tall, he doesn¡¯t seem that impressive, but his nine-inch cock is sporting a few spikes I¡¯m confident are as hard and sharp as they appear. Yikes. Five Lizardmen vaguely surround where I fell. A doorway stands behind me. Opal is a few feet beyond them wearing a cursed ck cor. Four nude humans, two men and two women of variable ages, cower in a pentagram of runes near the Imp. They all have ck cors and no fire of rebellion left in their eyes, just a thousand-yard stare. ¡°The aberration¡­ Echidna, whatever you are,¡± the Imp says, ¡°You were born human, which means I, Malik the Mystical, can finally reach the third-tier!¡± ¡°That won¡¯t work,¡± I say, relishing any chance to rain on his parade, ¡°I¡¯ve already been ¡®Hunted¡¯ by an Ogre.¡± ¡°Oh, that¡¯s right, the Human Hunter path works that way¡­ no matter. Mine is the Human Subjugation path. Whether you¡¯re a virgin or a whore, when you¡¯re my ve it counts for me all the same. Capture her! Kill the Webling.¡± The Lizardmen spring into action as pink tendrils sprout from my armor. I go for a spin attack, but these reptiles heard how I¡¯d dealt with the other patrols and are more cautious of me. They¡¯re also slightly faster, more muscr, and better armored. The elites all dodge backward out of range. Meanwhile, the Imp conjures mystical ck runes with sooty purple auras in the air. I¡¯ve never seen magic like that in action before¡­ Focus. Wolf Rush! One of Olindia¡¯s pseudopods tether a Lizardman and I dart toward him, bringing Blood Star down on his head before he can cut through the tentacle and escape. The resulting stter has the remaining four ready to scatter for dear life and limb. ¡°Throw your lives away to stall her! Imand it!¡± Malik the Imp says, and their cors radiate dark energy. ¡°Ahhh!!!¡± the four elite Lizardmen scream as they¡¯re forced to face me in hopes of quick deaths. ¡°Die for the master!¡± Wolf Rush! My Earth Magic can manipte the floor tiles here to an extent, allowing me to trip one of the reptiles. An uppercut blow from Blood Star embeds the next Lizardman halfway into the ceiling while Olindia parries and harries the remaining enemies trying to impede me with their bodies. ¡°Guards! Reinforcements! Where are my Lizardmen???¡± A nce reveals Spindle has made herself useful despite avoidingbat. She¡¯s blockaded the doorway withyers of silken strings. Lizardmen on the other side are hopelessly attempting to cut or push their way through and getting caught in her webs. They might think to grab a torch soon, but she¡¯s bought us some time. If not for her, dozens or even hundreds would be pouring through that door. Spindle shes me a fanged grin and four thumbs up. ¡°Just grab her!¡± Then he addresses me, ¡°Human, this is yourst chance to surrender and be my sex ve!¡± I don¡¯t bother giving an answer. The three remaining Elite Lizardmen lunge at me with no regard for self-preservation. I swing Blood Star to sweep them all away, but the timing of their attacks is staggered so I only send one flying into the wall with a wet crunch. I trip the first reptile in the lineup by putting a Multitasking focus on Earth Magic. That leaves me open for one Lizardman tond a few attacks that have no hope of piercing my armor. ¡°Perfect,¡± Malik says. Predator Sense res, but I don¡¯t see what¡¯s aggravating it. Then the middle Lizardman explodes in a shower of gore as an orb of dark energy with a sooty purple aura prates his center of mass. It¡¯s headed straight for me! I couldn¡¯t see the Imp shooting the projectile with his minions in the way! Wolf Rush! Toote to dodge effectively, all I can do is lean aside slightly. It hardly matters as the orb eats through my armor on contact and blows a foot-diameter hole in the right side of my chest. Blood bursts from my mouth as my right lung is demolished. I go weak in the knees. It takes all my concentration and focus to keep from cking out as I fall. Fuck, this is the second time I¡¯ve died today. Thest Lizardman approaches me with adle wickedly warped into a shiv. He rears back to plunge the steel into my open chest cavity. If he hits my core¡­ I try to concentrate enough to use magic, but it¡¯s no use. The pain-shattered fragments of my will refuse to coalesce in time despite Slime Multitasking. Sticky silken threadstch onto the remnants of my arms, and I¡¯m hauled away as the shiv plunges onto the vacated tiles ruddy with my blood. The pink glow of Olindia¡¯s healing magic finally kicks in; the pain fades, I gasp, and spit a wad of flesh and blood to clear my throat. I unsummon and resummon my armor to repair the damage. ¡°Oh, good! Spindle worried about you, Vermillion.¡± ¡°Alex!¡± Opal exims. ¡°You¡¯re supposed to be dead!¡± Malik shrieks. ¡°Did you seriously just kill your own dude tond a sneak-attack on me?!?¡± He scoffs. ¡°Yes, and it would¡¯ve worked if you weren¡¯t a freakish Echidna. These reptiles are disposable trash. Like this Kobold girl¡­ Embrace your lover so you two can die together!¡± Malik starts conjuring another dark magic orb. ¡°Kyaaahhh!!!¡± Opal¡¯s ck cor releases sinister energy, causing incredible pain, but she doesn¡¯t move. ¡°N-n-n-no!¡± ¡°What? You can¡¯t¡­ Useless reptile! Just stand there while I st you. Let¡¯s see whether the Echidna is willing to sacrifice herself for a Kobold!¡± This bastard wants me to push Opal out of the way, taking the hit myself. Thest elite Lizardman stands before me to make things more difficult. Except, I know how reliable a certain Webling is at this point. Olindia tethers the armored reptile so I can crush him with impunity. Malik finishes weaving his dark ball of death and magic around the same time and throws it at Opal. More spider silk adheres to the Kobold girl, and Spindle yanks my lover out of the projectile¡¯s path midflight. ¡°Still here, still awesome,¡± the spider girl says while the ck orb punches arge hole in the wall. If the Lizardmen find that hole and widen it¡­ I¡¯m running out of time. Thankfully, this guy is out of goons for the moment, and he¡¯s unarmored. Flou shoots the spikes on Blood Star¡¯s crystal wrecking ball at Malik, catching him off-guard. Purple aura res on the Imp¡¯s naked skin along the lines of a ck magic runic pentagram, and the darts veer away from his vitals. They still draw blood, rattling the caster, and there¡¯s plenty of crimson fluid about for Flou to replenish her weapon-form¡¯s mass. Wolf Rush! I dash forward, even using my Pitcher Treefolk Vines to close the distance faster. I swing Blood Star to bash him across the room. Crystalized blood connects with flesh. Malik goes flying. Hends in a heap of tangled and broken limbs next to his human ves. Inky blood leaking from his wounds pools around him. ¡°Y-you f-fucking bitch. You ruined everything. I s-should¡¯ve gotten to evolve today. Instead, I¡¯ll have to start over!¡± Malik addresses his ves, ¡°Die for me.¡± ¡°Die for the master!¡± the mind-broken humans moan. Then they snap their own fucking necks. ck runic tattoos spread over their skin from their cors, and they shrivel up like mummies. The ve cors swell with dark energy, pulse, and scatter into smoking ck runes that flow into the fallen Imp. Malik¡¯s body thrums with power as his limbs crack and bend back into shape. He stands on legs that lengthen and thicken by the second. He lifts arms that bulk with muscle before my eyes andughs with glee, voice deepening while retaining that grating quality. His cock engorges to twelve inches of schlong with wicked thorny growths. ¡°This strength could¡¯ve been mine for always, but you refused to bend the knee.¡± Malik straightens his crooked form, having reached the stature and build of an Ogre. ck and purple mes cover his fists as he strides toward me. ¡°I¡¯ll have to introduce you to the addictive pleasure of being torn apart by my cock.¡± Bad End, indeed. The brute swings a fist at me while I swing away on my vines. The punch hits the ground, cratering the tiled floor and sending up a shower of burning rubble. An Ogre-equivalent monster with magic this deadly makes for a formidable opponent. My armor is basically useless. My evasive maneuver does give me a chance to quickly take stock of the situation. Spindle is webbing the hole Malik¡¯s ck orb made in the wall just in the nick of time to stop a Lizardman from crawling through. I think I heard the reptiles at the main door say something about fire, though, which means things are about to get worse. On the plus side, Malik is shrinking at a barely visible rate. Sacrificing his humans for strength increased his power, true, but it¡¯s a temporary boost. I could wait him out if I had the time. Unfortunately, there¡¯s a mob of Lizardmen outside who want my head. Stalling is not an option. I have one Multitasking focus on Blood Magic to wield my weapon, leaving me two focuses to summon weapons and magic. Not to mention my Slime familiars. Flou shoots crystal-blood spikes from the morning star¡¯s surface. The projectiles continue to veer away from Malik¡¯s vitals, stabbing into his bulging arms and legs. I throw spears one-handed that simrly fail to find a weak spot, drawing blood and sticking from his flesh like porcupine quills. Olindia¡¯s tentacles actually cause him to scream in pain when they connect, their jellyfish stings delivering a slow poison, but that makes them priority targets for him to crush in his ming hands. Those tentacles aren¡¯t reced once they¡¯re destroyed. That second healing must have really exhausted the Pink Slime girl. Wolf Rush! I try to force an opening by charging in, then darting to his nk while destabilizing his footing with Earth Magic on the tiles, swinging upward with vines anchored to the ceiling, and aim a strike at his shoulder. ck runic wards slow the impact for a brief moment that lets him catch the mace¡¯s head in his ming palm. ¡°Ahhh!¡± Flou screams as part of her body gets burned. Malikughs and prepares to throw a punch at me when he¡¯s hit in the temple by a piece of broken tile. How did it slip past the wards? ¡°Ow.¡± He turns to see Opal picking up broken tiles and pieces of rubble to chuck at him. ¡°Hold still, lizard.¡± ¡°Kyaaa!!!¡± Opal¡¯s ck cor pulses, causing her pain as she attempts to rebel. I kick off Malik¡¯s shoulder to get some distance, yanking Flou out of his grip while his focus is elsewhere. The Red Slime pulls at the pools of blood on the floor to restore the mass she lost to the dark mes. In his anger, Malik turns to charge at Opal when he¡¯s stopped short. His legs are webbed to the ground! As I watch, Spindle shoots sticky threads from her abdomen that tie and tangle the big Imp. He struggles to break free, wrenching his body violently. The spider girl underestimates his strength and is heaved into the air by the very strings she spun. The overgrown Imp backhands her and Spindle crashes into the wall with a crunch. She falls and doesn¡¯t rise. I see red as my lovers are threatened once again. An ember spear flies from my fingers, its course bent from Malik¡¯s organs and arteries by wards, but it shatters on impact to scatter burning coals across the mmable webbing draped across his body. ¡°Fuuuck!!! You bitch!¡± Malik screams and pats himself but can¡¯t extinguish the natural mes with his ck-burning palms. ¡°Flou, shoot your spikes the second before impact!¡± Wolf Rush! I spring forward, tether my vines to Malik¡¯s chest, and leap at him with an earthen pir stepstone as the green cables reel me in, everything adding to my eleration. The spines on Blood Star fire at the Imp in mid-swing. The purple-glowing ck runes on his body re and the projectiles are diverted, but I¡¯m not concerned. I figured out how Opal¡¯s attack managed to hit him. The wards can be overwhelmed and need a few seconds to recharge, creating an opening. Blood Star smashes into Malik¡¯s face at full speed. Ind at the same time as the Imp¡¯s headless corpse. *Decapitated the Imp ¨C One Profane Mark!* How was that only worth one mark? Opal rushes over, embracing me fiercely as her ck cor shatters. I hold her,forting the little Kobold girl for a moment as she cries in relief. ¡°Spindle!¡± I run to the spider girl¡¯s side to inspect the damage. She¡¯s unconscious and bleeding from multiplepound fractures. ck and purple mes cling to her in ces until I smother them with Blood Magic, the only liquid I have lying around, but the darkness sinks into her skin and spreads as I watch. Concentrating all my Multitasking focuses on the job, I connect with and bring forth a type of magic new to me with an effort of will, ¡°Pink Slime Restoration.¡± My hands glow with soothing rosy light that prates her motionless form. Spindle stirs as her bones are mended and her limbs straighten into natural angles. The dark energy, however, continues to course through her being before my eyes. ¡°Spindle, speak to me!¡± Spider silk pours from her spinneret in fment threads that begin cocooning her body. ¡°So loud, she¡¯s trying to sleep.¡± ¡°You¡¯re okay,¡± I say and sigh in relief. Webbing continues to weave itself across the spider girl¡¯s form. ¡°You¡¯re evolving, aren¡¯t you?¡± ¡°She just hopes it¡¯s something good.¡± I chuckle. ¡°Want me to tuck you somewhere safe?¡± ¡°Spindle hoped you¡¯d carry her like a princess.¡± ¡°Maybeter. I need to see what it¡¯s like out there, now Malik is dead.¡± Opal pipes up, ¡°With the cors gone, you¡¯ll be a hero, Alex!¡± ¡°The cors¡­ gone?¡± Spindle ponders the implications groggily. Then her eight eyes widen in horror. ¡°Vermillion, you have to run!¡± ¡°No,¡± Opal disagrees, ¡°Malik was a terrible leader; the lizard-folk will celebrate once they learn of your deed.¡± ¡°Run¡­¡± Spindle whispers before falling asleep as the silk cocoonpletely covers her. Before I can waste much time wondering what she meant, the sound of screaming reaches us. 63. Under the Mountain, Part 9: Sunlight 63. Under the Mountain, Part 9: Sunlight ¡°Alex, what¡¯s going on?¡± Opal asks with concern. The screaming is getting louder. ¡°Let¡¯s get out of here.¡± I grab Spindle¡¯s cocoon and strap it on like a backpack, with the silk adhering to my armor nicely. Taking my Kobold bride by the hand with Blood Star gripped in the other, I make an impromptu exit in the nearest wall. The Lizardmen aren¡¯t trying to get in the building now that Malik is dead and all the ck cors are gone. Instead, there¡¯s chaos as Lizardmen and Kobolds scatter. No, there¡¯s something approaching organization. The Lizardmen are forming a barrier with their bodies while the Kobolds retreat in the opposite direction. ¡°Hey, you¡¯re the aberration who killed Malik, aren¡¯t you?¡± one of the armored Lizardmen approaches me. Actually, I recognize him as one of the Lizard-trans-men I spotted earlier. I raise Blood Star, and he raises his empty palms in surrender. ¡°Please, help us!¡± ¡°Help you?¡± I raise an eyebrow in consternation at one of the reptiles who stole my bride and tried to kill me. ¡°Opal!¡± yells the red-scaled Kobold from before as she rushes over with the other scaly girls I recognize: blue, green, yellow, and orange. They¡¯re all carrying at least one, even two or three eggs each bundled in their arms. A cadre of juvenile Kobolds follows close behind. ¡°Ga!¡± my lizard wife embraces the other red carefully and takes one of the eggs off her friend¡¯s hands. At this point, I know I don¡¯t have much choice. I sigh heavily. ¡°Alright, what¡¯s this about?¡± ¡°Servitors!¡± someone shouts from nearby. The chaos bes a cacophony after that as battle is joined. The barricade of Lizardmen holds the line against a wave of skittering death as we watch. Oh, fuck. The runic barrier Spindle and I crossed¡­ it disappeared along with the ck cors. Now, all the Servitors the Weblings amassed to conquer the region are flooding through the caverns to wipe out the lizard-folk. ¡°Kobolds, retreat through the eastern caverns to the surface! Lizardmen, to me! We¡¯ll hold them off as long as we can! Miss aberration, please, if you came to save one Kobold, don¡¯t leave the others to be ughtered!¡± Damn, when he puts it like that¡­ I can¡¯t protect her if we¡¯re surrounded by hundreds of Servitors anyway. ¡°Opal, go with them! I can follow trails like a wolf, and I can track your marker.¡± She nces down at the heart-shaped tattoo (and the image of our infant Mandragora son inside) on her tummy. ¡°I¡¯ll find you!¡± ¡°Alex, what about you?¡± she says with tears in her eyes. ¡°I¡¯ve got my armor, and Flou,¡± I say as I heft Blood Star. ¡°Now, go!¡± Women and children (and a few femboy Kobolds) flee as I join the Lizardmen. It¡¯s a bloodbath. Heree the spider-crab Servitors crawling on the floors and ceiling by the hundreds. The Lizardmen stand shoulder to shoulder in their armor banging makeshift weapons and shields together to get the buggers¡¯ attention. Sharpened steel implements rise and fall against the tide, skewering and hacking at the critters as they leap at throats and faces. Servitors drop from the ceiling onto helmets; some fangs are repelled by steel, while others find gaps at the neck or slide through visors. The Lizardmen defend their home and people byying down their lives. They smack airborne pests midflight with their shields, catch falling bugs on their spearpoints, and cleave Servitors in twain with butcher knives. All the while, the tidees in and they¡¯re forced to retreat. I step into the gap as a reptilian falls to be swarmed and covered by the hoard. Blood Star sings in my grip, sweeping over the ground to clobber half a dozen Servitors at once. Flou fires her spikes into the crowd with impunity, almost guaranteed to reap a life with every shot without having to aim, then harvests the spilled blood to replenish herself. Our line thins the more ground we cover, but the warriors at my side refuse to go down easily after their weaker brethren are culled. I see ck Widow Weblings and Jumpers in the dim distance crawling on the ceiling, shooting webs at stragglers, picking off those on the edges of the line, and directing Servitors to increase their effectiveness. As we reach the end of the cavern, our line has to negotiate a narrow tunnel without breaking ranks. ¡°I¡¯ll gost,¡± I offer,mitted to seeing this through. While the lizards turn tail and run, Flou and I be an extermination machine. I smash several Servitors into a crater. Flouys suppressing fire on the buggers trying to nk me. I do a spin attack to clear the immediate vicinity. Dozens of Servitors leap at me or fall on me. Only my training with Predator Sense against the Slimes in the Misty Grove saves me. I drop Blood Star to summon two spears and twirl them defensively to stop all my attackers. Flou molds herself into an extrayer of spiky red crystal armor over my crustaceous chitin as she continues to shoot as fast as she can grab spilled blood for more ammo. I¡¯mst into the tunnel soon overrun by Servitors covering every inch of the walls, floor, and ceiling. Retreating over dry ground means Flou has to conserve her ammunition. We¡¯re back to spears and spiked pseudopods in a defensive array as the enemy continues to throw itself at me. My reflexes almost pulverize the Lizardman whoys a hand on my shoulder to get my attention but, for all my physical and mental exhaustion, I¡¯m not yet that far gone. It¡¯s the Lizard-trans-man who organized the cavern defense. ¡°The tunnel forks here. I saw the Servitors didn¡¯t attempt to slip past while you guarded the entrance for us. Is that a Webling on your back?¡± ¡°Huh? Yeah.¡± I¡¯m stabbing and twirling my spears as I talk. ¡°They¡¯re going after you to retrieve your cargo. If you go the other way, they¡¯ll follow you and lose track of us. Can you escape on your own?¡± I bet he¡¯s right. The Weblings would love to get their ws on Spindle now that she¡¯s evolving. ¡°I¡¯ve got this. Go.¡± If this works, it may be my and Opal¡¯s best chance to survive, not to mention the lizard-folk refugees and our unborn child. ¡°Good luck¡­ miss warrior.¡± ¡°It¡¯s Alex!¡± I call after his retreating form as I smack down another five Servitors jumping at me. ¡°Flou, give me an opening.¡± The Red Slime spends two-thirds of her mass on a wave of spikes that clears enough of my assants for me to turn and run. Wolf Rush! I can¡¯t keep this pace for long, but I need a little breathing room here. As far as I can tell, the n works, and the vast majority of the Servitors pursue me into the wrong tunnel. Dumb swarm beasts follow the critter in front of them rather than use their senses or logic to discern where thergest number of prey went. Barreling through endless tunnels in the dark with a hoard of bloodthirsty buggers at your back really gets a gal¡¯s blood pumping! Atst, there¡¯s a narrow point I manage to squeeze through. Earth Magic seals the gap behind me as the lead Servitor sticks its leg through the opening, severing the appendage. I sigh, but not for long. The skittering sound of chitin on stone echoes throughout the underground cave system all around me. I¡¯ve got no map, no trail, and only a vague sense of where Opal is by her mark. Instead, I take a bet that I¡¯ll find an exit if I keep going up. With Spider Climb, it¡¯s possible. My ascent isn¡¯t without obstacles. Webs obscure the upper caverns, and I have to burn through them multiple times, causing more Weblings to scurry away in retreat. The coughing fit I have to deal with from smoking in an enclosed area isn¡¯t fun. However, following the rising smoke leads me to the nearest source of fresh air. And there¡¯s a light at the end of the tunnel. Somehow, one way or another, I¡¯m finally out of the fucking underground. 64. Harpy Mountain, Part 5: Nests 64. Harpy Mountain, Part 5: Nests ¡°Ahh!¡± I can¡¯t help eximing when I emerge into the fresh air under a warm sun. Not as much time passed as I feared; it¡¯s only afternoon with a few hours before sunset. Looking around for Opal and the Kobolds with Harpy Sight, I¡¯m disappointed to not spot them immediately, but I do notice something interesting. In the far distance, at a range impossible to see with merely human eyes, I find the rapidly fading figure of a massive bird. Whew. The Grand Harpy didn¡¯t stick around, having assumed I died, or that I wasn¡¯t worth his time. Good to know I don¡¯t have to tiptoe around with him searching for me. That settled, I head in Opal¡¯s general direction. I¡¯m not too concerned at not seeing them, as it¡¯s more than usible the lizard-folk exited the underground on a different part of the mountain or that they gained a sizable head start on me considering how long I spent distracting the Servitors. My armored feet click and ck on the rocks as I walk. The sound gives me a solitary feel as if I were all alone again, but the weight on my back is a solid reminder of my many faithfulpanions, not to mention Flou in underwear form likes to y with my pussy when she gets bored. ¡°Hey! It¡¯s an intruder!¡± says a rosefinch Harpy boy as he hops onto a rock above me. ¡°Smells like a human, though,¡± a Eurasian teal Harpy boy adds from his perch opposite the first. ¡°How¡¯d they get past the Sirens and Bloodwings?¡± a third asks, this one a purple martin Harpy boy. I clutch my helmet for bnce from sudden lightheadedness. ¡°I¡¯m getting d¨¦j¨¤ vu.¡± ¡°Sounds like a girl. I bet she¡¯s pretty!¡± says an orange-feathered oriole Harpy boy. Shrugging it off, I ask, ¡°You boys see a bunch of lizard-folke out of the caves?¡± ¡°Huh? Oh, yeah, a bunch of them!¡± the rosefinch answers. That¡¯s great news! ¡°Okay, where are they?¡± The oriole Harpy boy perks up. ¡°Our sisters returning from the Celebration saw them near their nests and drove them off! We thought it¡¯d be funny to keep chasing them through Fuzzy Field. Lizards belong in the desert.¡± My eye twitches. I just. Got. Her. Back. And now, she¡¯s already got a massive lead on me going to a totally separate part of the region. Fuck. ¡°Thanks for being useless. Did you at least see if they¡¯re okay? Or were they roughed up?¡± ¡°Yeah, sure, they¡¯re fine. The girls were just scaring reptiles forughs. Lizard meat tastes gamy anyway.¡± Okay, breathe. I came to this damn mountain for a reason, and it¡¯s not toote toplete that original mission. ¡°Where¡¯s Gale?¡± ¡°She wants to know where our females are?¡± the rosefinch says. ¡°What¡¯s she nning?¡± The purple martin boy quirks his head to the side in thought. ¡°She passed therder, so she¡¯s not here to steal our food. We¡¯d have seen our prey running if she let them escape. I detect the faint smell of a Siren on her, and the musk of a male cock. She must be strong to get past the Bloodwings¡­? Are you searching for our sisters to fuck them?¡± Honestly, I¡¯ve lost interest in most of the Harpies since finding out the boys are fairly generic and all the girls except one have all been impregnated (and significantly stretched out) by that Grand Harpy. ¡°Well, yes, but Gale specifically.¡± ¡°A pretty girl with a boy¡¯s penis?¡± the orange oriole grins. ¡°Now I really want to see what she looks like!¡± ¡°Human,¡± the purple martin addresses me, ¡°Our duty of standing lookout for the Celebration just ended. My brothers and I can¡¯t stop one who slew Bloodwings, but I doubt you can silence all of us before we raise the rm. In that case, you¡¯ll have to face momma. Perhaps there''s a way we can all leave satisfied?¡± ¡°Let me guess¡­ you all want to have your way with me?¡± I say in a bored voice. ¡°As long as she¡¯s human, it doesn¡¯t matter what other parts she has, right?¡± the Eurasian teal asks the others, who nod enthusiastically. ¡°With the Bloodwings dead, Mother won¡¯t punish us too badly for failing to stop you,¡± purple says. ¡°We can ept that if you make it worth our while; give us something pleasant to remember during the hard times.¡± Fuck, I know saying ¡®yes¡¯ is the smart move, or whatever, but¡­ ¡°I¡¯m not in the mood. Feeling a little jaded at the moment. I¡¯m sure you boys are nice enough when you¡¯re not murdering defenseless bunnies and mice. Everybody¡¯s got to eat, and I get that. ¡°How about this: You give me about an hour¡¯s head start before you report me to momma, and I won¡¯te back to kill youter.¡± I summon an ember spear and toy with it for a second before continuing, ¡°When shees for me, I¡¯ll ensure she understands I¡¯m not worth messing with. Deal?¡± Four Harpy boys audibly gulp in unison, then say, ¡°¡°Deal.¡±¡±
It seems the Bloodwings and Sirens have returned to guarding therder, or hunting, or whatever after the ¡®Celebration,¡¯ because I don¡¯te across any more of them. The view is scenic, and the mood is peaceful. Apparently, the attitude toward a weirdo like me this high up the mountain is ¡®live and let live¡¯ if I don¡¯t mess with anything. None of the Harpy boys or girls who spot me want to be the one who earns the ire of the aberration who must have killed a few Bloodwings to get this far unless I¡¯m threatening their wellbeing and property. That, or word about me has spread despite my warning, and news hasn¡¯t gotten to the Matron yet. Whatever the case, I¡¯ve seen a few Harpies in flight or shuffling out of sight without resorting to violence. The boys pointed me in this direction after a little encouragement, so I¡¯m hopefully getting closer to finding Gale. With nothing better to do, I¡¯ve been inspecting nests in passing, and I¡¯m up to around two dozen. There¡¯ve been a few eggs from older Harpies that didn¡¯t attend the Celebration, and assorted bones in untidy nests (the clean ones have bone piles a few hundred feet downhill), but the worst part has been the prisoners. There are Female Goblins and bunnies as expected, since they¡¯re just big enough toy Harpy eggs with a decent chance of survival. Mouse girls, however, are in therder with the males; too small to live through such a pregnancy. More surprising are the Dire Wolf bitches and Orcesses. Whether they were caught in their sleep and ganged up on, or captured young and evolvedter, once they¡¯re up here with no way down they depend on their Harpy boy lover for food. All are gravid with eggs. Some, I assume, have contracted the ancient human disease known as ¡®Stockholm syndrome,¡¯ as they refuse to acknowledge me or guard theirid eggs and hatchlings from me as I pass by. Others jump at the chance for rescue. Not literally, it is a long way down. I notice a few males, but they¡¯re the exception that proves the rule. They¡¯re clearly treated like pets or toys that get thrown out when they¡¯re no longer fun to y with. I¡¯m guessing that female Harpies will fuck anything that moves once they¡¯ve conceived eggs and don¡¯t risk being impregnated with a monster that doesn¡¯t propagate their species. I evene across a human woman in herte forties and have a short conversation with her. Her name is Gretta, and she¡¯s beenying eggs for thirty years. Not from my hometown. Born in Chatan Forest and got picked up like me when she ventured onto Fuzzy Field. She¡¯s nobody¡¯s wife, more like an ancient human ¡®town bicycle¡¯ who deflowers all the Harpy boysing of age as part of their sexual education. She¡¯s supposed to teach them some basic positions, how to please a woman, etc. so they don¡¯t have to learn these things on the fly while seducing their first captured female monster. I congratte the cradle-robbing cougar on all the young bucks she¡¯s had the chance to enjoy over the years, as she seems to be in good humor over the whole thing. We fist bump, and she doesn¡¯t even raise the question of being rescued. If anything, I need to make sure these asshole birds don¡¯t eat Gretta when she hits menopause. That girl deserves afortable retirement n, preferably the palm-frond-fanning pool boy treatment. She¡¯s nursing a Chicklin infant with her breasts exposed as we talk, and I can¡¯t help admiring how well she¡¯s aged. Maybe I could invite her to a sex party at some point? Overall, it¡¯s a pretty fucked up situation here on the Mountain and, unfortunately, I¡¯m not ready to help them in an ethicallyfortable way. Freeing a bunch of pregnant monsters to exercise their feminine pro-choice rights would put a lot of broken eggs on my conscience. On the other hand, I can¡¯t abide letting these poor women continue to be raped until their baby-maker breaks and they get put on the menu. And how would I feed all the Harpies if I take away their prey? Fuck, I kind of hope the Matron leaves me alone so I don¡¯t have to take over after beating her. Running things sounds hard. Wait, those vivid blue and green feathers look familiar! I think it is! Atst, at long, longst, I¡¯ve found Gale. The jaded side of me just hopes I¡¯m not disappointed. 65. Harpy Mountain, Part 6: Gale 65. Harpy Mountain, Part 6: Gale I almost approach in full armor until I realize she won¡¯t recognize me like this. Unsummoning everything but the piece with Spindle¡¯s cocoon stuck to it, I set that down in the shelter of a rocky outcropping. I¡¯ll only be a few feet away in case anything happens. ¡°Flou, can you stick to being clothes for this conversation? I¡¯d rather notplicate things yet, but I promise to y with youter, alright?¡± ¡°You got it, boss. I¡¯m happy as long as I¡¯m making you look cute.¡± I smile. ¡°Thanks, Flou. I¡¯m lucky to have you.¡± The blue and green feathered Harpy girl crouches with her head tucked beneath her wings, so she looks like a pile of feathers. ¡°Gale!¡± I call out to her as I close the distance between us. *Cough* *Cough* ¡°Sorry, can¡¯te to the Celebration, I¡¯m sick!¡± *Cough* *Cough* Wow, Gale is terrible at lying. Those fake coughs are as transparent as ss. I guess she fooled the other Harpies, though? I¡¯m happy she didn¡¯t go to the ¡®Celebration¡¯ to get plowed by that Grand Harpy, but I¡¯m confused at the same time. It¡¯s not like she was waiting for me; she can¡¯t even identify my voice. Wasn¡¯t she super obedient to her mother thest time we met? ¡°Gale! It¡¯s Alex, don¡¯t you remember me?¡± ¡°A-Alex?¡± The Harpy girl pokes her head above the edge of her wings to find me with her eyes. Our gazes meet, and she abruptly bursts into tears. ¡°You¡¯re alive!!! Wait, why are you green? Is Alex sick???¡± I blink in confusion, thenugh as I remember my Photosynthesis mark. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯m fine. I¡¯ll exinter.¡± ¡°Oh, that¡¯s a relief!¡± she says as she dries her cheeks with a wing. It¡¯s been a long timeing, but I¡¯m finally reunited with one of the first wild monsters I met who seemed nice. I risked my life and fought many dangerous enemies to reconnect with her after my fate-altering plummet from her grip into the sea. All to apologize and make amends. In her excitement, Gale stands and spreads her wings, revealing her beautiful nude body and¡­ a second small figure? The tiny girl darts behind Gale¡¯s legs as soon as she realizes she¡¯s been exposed, but I get a good look. She¡¯s gorgeous, a little over two and a half feet tall, her proportions that of a slender woman with a nice rack. Appealing C-cup breasts adorn her chest. Tousled yellow-blond hair, emerald-green eyes, and steel grey fur catch my eye. She has mouse ears and a tail, with tufts of fur on her wrists and ankles above her rodent feet. ¡°Megan?¡± ¡°Y-you¡¯re the human who saved me from that Orc?¡± ¡°Umm, do you two know each other?¡± Gale looks from me to Megan and back again, innocent confusion on her face. ¡°Hold that thought,¡± I say to Megan, turning from mouse to Harpy. ¡°Gale, are you¡­ protecting her?¡± ¡°N-no!¡± the Harpy girl stutters while extending her wings around the mouse girl to ineffectively shield Megan from sight (I can see the girl¡¯s paws). Gale won¡¯t meet my eyes as she tantly lies to my face. ¡°T-this is my s-supper! I¡¯m saving her forter!¡± Megan stands on her tiptoes to peek over the edge of the wings and roll her eyes. I give Gale a t look. ¡°She¡¯s mine, and nobody is taking her away to therder! I caught her yesterday fair and square; Gale did a good job! Momma told me I couldn¡¯t eat with the Chilklins anymore, and I needed to hunt for myself now. ¡®If you¡¯re too squeamish to use your ws, fly them up high and drop them on the rocks.¡¯ That¡¯s what Momma said.¡± Megan immediately grips Gale¡¯s left nipple and pussy in each hand, pinching and fingering aggressively as if demonstrating how things went yesterday. The Harpy girl goes weak in the knees, buckles, and sits on her lovely derriere with her creamy thighs spread wide. The mouse girl dives headfirst into that sulent valley, eliciting screams of ecstasy from the Harpy as Gale bucks her hips, writhes, and moans. In record time, Gale¡¯s limbs go rigid in a rictus of orgasmic pleasure before she melts into a limp puddle. The mouse girl sits up proudly and wipes the juices from her lips before licking her fingers one by one. Gale rouses and rises to her knees next. Then the Harpy girl grabs the mouse with her wings and shoves Megan between her tangerine breasts with a crushing hug. ¡°This happens every time my tummy rumbles¡­ Gale is a useless Harpy¡­ Human Alex, I think I¡¯m in trouble. My prey is too cute!¡± Gale tears up again. ¡°If I tell Momma, she¡¯ll take Megan away for sure! I don¡¯t want that, but I haven¡¯t eaten in days! I think I¡¯m going to starve to death!¡± ¡°Thank goodness¡­¡± I say, my vision hazy. ¡°Alex?¡± Gale quizzically quirks her head to the side. Megan frowns at me in curiosity as well. I approach them with my hand raised. Gale closes her eyes and flinches as if bracing for a blow. I rest my palm on Gale¡¯s head and gently brush her soft blue-green hair. She opens her eyes and meets my gaze as I cup her face. ¡°Thank goodness the girl I¡¯ve been chasing is such a nice person. It makes me feel like everything was worthwhile.¡± After meeting so many of her brothers and sisters, I feared I¡¯d misjudged Gale during our initial meeting. Rather than being a typical Harpy, it turns out Gale is freshly evolved from a Chicklin with her naivet¨¦ intact. If I¡¯d dyed any further she¡¯d inevitably have had her innocence shattered. I don¡¯t doubt the Harpy Matron or a minion woulde looking for Gale soon after her absence during the ¡®Celebration.¡¯ Megan may well have been ughtered in front of Gale to show the young Harpy the difference between prey and predator. ¡°You¡¯re a good girl, Gale. A very good girl. You deserve a reward. I know I¡¯m toote for your first time, but I can give you a ¡®first time¡¯ with a human. You can have all of me.¡± Gale¡¯s eyes go wide as saucers. She bites her lip and grins like an idiot. Then her gaze falls as distress fills her face. ¡°No, Gale is a bad girl. I dropped you in the ocean. I don¡¯t deserve a reward.¡± I wince, knowing this is going to suck. ¡°Look, Alex, I mean, I¡¯m the one who did the bad thing. I purposefully made you drop me that day.¡± The pain in her storm-grey eyes is a knife in my chest. ¡°You¡­ don¡¯t want to be with me?¡± ¡°No! No, Gale, I want you. Desperately. I want to be your wife! I just can¡¯t spend my whole life in this nest.¡± The Harpy girl furrows feathery eyebrows as she frowns in sadness and hurt. ¡°If I can interrupt for a moment,¡± Megan says, ¡°I¡¯d like to second Alex. Gale, you¡¯re the nicest predator ever. You¡¯re sweet, cute, and surprisingly tasty. I wouldn¡¯t mind spending my life with you, but it¡¯s awful being stuck in this nest. I admit it was kind of sexy screwing you under your mom¡¯s nose¡­ but we¡¯re going to get caught eventually, and that¡¯ll be it.¡± ¡°Come live with me,¡± I say, hope blooming in my heart. ¡°Both of you. Gale, we can all be together and be free at the same time.¡± ¡°Yes!¡± Megan says, happily agreeing with me. She hugs Gale around the neck. ¡°I don¡¯t want to leave you; I just want to go somewhere safe.¡± Gale¡¯s head wobbles in a daze, holding her head with her wings asplicated ideas bounce around her bird brain. She¡¯s trying to reconcile what she¡¯s hearing with what she¡¯s been told despite the difficulty. ¡°But¡­ but momma said the only safe ce to have sex is in my nest¡­¡± Megan and I both sigh as it seems we can¡¯t get through to the sweet featherhead. Wait, brainwave! ¡°Gale, you can build a nest next to Gabby¡¯s hut in Fuzzy Field!¡± ¡°I¡¯ll help!¡± Megan says, putting a hand on the Harpy¡¯s thigh. ¡°We can make it together, then all of us can fuck to your heart¡¯s content.¡± ¡°S-s-sex with Alex?¡± The Harpy girl stares at me with hearts in her eyes, then her gaze drifts to the Mouse girl. ¡°Sex with Megan¡­¡± Gale gets woozy and seems to melt in ce. Then she turns to me. ¡°Sex with Alex¡­¡± Her head spins as if these thoughts are making her dizzy. ¡°Sex with Megan¡­ Sex with Alex¡­ Mmm¡­¡± *Grumble* *Grumble* The Harpy girl¡¯s tummy rumbles loudly, and all three of us startle. Megan especially looks like she¡¯s been electrocuted with her steel grey fur standing on end, her big ears twitching, and her tail rigid as a rod. Constantly being around a hungry predator must¡¯ve been stressful for the little mouse girl, even if the predator is as cute as Gale. Swallowing saliva on an empty stomach, Gale gulps pathetically and goes teary-eyed. ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter. I might as well starve because I can¡¯t stand you looking at me like that anymore, Megan. I want to eat your pussy, not your meat.¡± ¡°I have some meat you can eat¡­¡± I whisper the euphemism under my breath. ¡°Huh? What¡¯d you say, Alex?¡± the Harpy girl asks with the guileless curiosity of a maiden. Megan blushes and looks at my bulging panties, having heard me loud and clear with those mouse ears. ¡°Ahem, I have magic powers that make my bodily fluids nutritious.¡± ¡°That¡¯s¡­¡± Gale begins. ¡°The most ridiculous¡ª¡± Megan tries to finish. ¡°¡ªAmazing!!!¡± Gale shouts in excitement. Megan does a small facepalm the Harpy girl doesn¡¯t notice. I tear away my top (Flou can take a hint and utch herself without any actual tearing) to reveal my massive milky mammaries. Gale¡¯s eyes dte, and drool trickles down her cheek. ¡°Heh, heh, heh, they¡¯re bigger thanst time!¡± ¡°Yes, thank you.¡± I smile encouragingly while cupping my jugs with my hands, ¡°Feel free to take whichever nipple you prefer, left or right, and drink your fill.¡± ¡°Alex, you¡¯re sure it¡¯s no problem¡­?¡± *Grumble* *Grumble* ¡°Umm, thanks for the food!¡± I catch Gale as she lunges for me like a woman dying of thirst as well as starving to death. We settle onto the soft grass base of her nest with the Harpy girl cradled in my arms to nurse. She presses her supple body against mine, pressing her tits into my tummy, her belly against my thighs, and her wings wrap around me. Gale hungrily goes to town on my nipple, draining all the milk my Mammary Potency can provide, sending waves of pleasure through my chest. The adorable girl sighs and rxes into my embrace as I bask in the glow of giving to my lover. With Galetched onto my teat and suckling away, Megan apparently feels it¡¯s an appropriate time to ask a question. ¡°So, human, how do you know my name? Thanks for the save yesterday, by the way. I may have gotten picked up by a Harpy immediately after, but I appreciate the effort.¡± ¡°You¡¯re wee.¡± I smile at her, genuinely relieved by her survival. ¡°You¡¯ve been on my list to rescue since you didn¡¯t show up at the Warrenst night. I¡¯m Cottontail¡¯s¡­ girlfriend?¡± Megan raises a skeptical eyebrow at my hesitation. ¡°Okay, our exact rtionship is a bit difficult to describe. Suffice it to say, we¡¯re having a child together.¡± ¡°Oh, wow,¡± Megan believes me this time and blushes. ¡°Hard to imagine him as a father.¡± ¡°Yeah, really hard¡­¡± Since she¡¯s also the one giving birth. I¡¯m trying to be better about letting Cottontail exin herself at her own pace, especially to close family like Megan. ¡°We¡¯re living together in a hut with my wives: a Goblin, a Wolf (though Suka isn¡¯t ¡®official¡¯), a couple of Slimes, and a Webling now too, I guess. My other wife and girlfriend live in the ocean. They¡¯re all getting along well, to the point I expect Cottontail to be in one piece when I return, if a little well-used around the groin.¡± Megan blinks, taking a second to absorb all that. ¡°So, you have a harem?¡± ¡°We have a small family that keeps getting bigger. I actually came here because I fell in love with Gale at first sight and wanted her, but I wasn¡¯t ready to im her at the time. Things kepting up, and it never seemed like the right moment toe find her until today. Which brings me to you.¡± ¡°Me? I¡¯m just a mouse. Nothing special.¡± ¡°Well, who cares about that?¡± I exim. The mouse girl stares at me, shocked. ¡°I love Cottontail, so you¡¯re family. I want to make Gale my wife, and you¡¯re special to her, which makes you special.¡± I could catch a dozen mice in a day and breed them in a cer to boost my Breeder marks, but I won¡¯t do that because¡­ ¡°I only add special people to my harem, even if they¡¯re only special to me.¡± I look her in the eye. ¡°Be my woman, Megan. I¡¯ll protect you, love you, and give you children. Or¡­ you can live next door with Gale, and we can be sisters-inw. I won¡¯t force you. I just want you to be safe for their sake.¡± I lost steam there at the end, but the effect my words have on Megan is profound. ¡°I think I see why Cottontail fell for you, Alex. You radiate this confidence¡­ It makes me¡­ Yes. I¡¯m not in a position to bargain, so I¡¯ll just say yes. I doubt you¡¯ll feed me to your wives, but even that wouldn¡¯t be such a bad way to go,¡± Megan says as she affectionately brushes Gale¡¯s hair. ¡°Mmm, aaahhh!¡± Gale pulls back from my breast to gasp in satisfaction and smacks her lips. ¡°That hit the spot. Sex now?¡± Megan giggles, and I chuckle at the Harpy¡¯s directness. ¡°I like girls who know what they want.¡± 66. Harpy Mountain, Part 7: Gale and Megan 1 (R-18) 66. Harpy Mountain, Part 7: Gale and Megan 1 (R-18) ¡°Since this is your first time with intercourse, Gale, I¡¯d like to make it special instead of skipping to the finish line. Well, more special than a threesome would otherwise be. We start by getting naked.¡± I peel off my panties to reveal the prize inside. ¡°Human Alex has a penis, now!¡± Both beauties before me goggle at my twin members while I appreciate them with my gaze. I¡¯ve seen a lot of Harpies today, but Gale is something special. She doesn¡¯t have her sisters¡¯ exotic plumage or the Siren¡¯s D-cup breasts, but she has a thin waist and hips for days with an innocent charm all her own. Her storm-grey eyes glitter as she smiles at me. It¡¯s a beautiful smile despite the sharpness of her teeth, full of warmth and enthusiasm. It¡¯s a smile I want to protect. ¡°Then, we kiss.¡± Leaning forward, Gale meets me halfway with a happy chirrup of delight. Our lips touch, then our teeth as she forgets when to stop. She pulls away, saying, ¡°Sorry.¡± Sheughs sweetly while tucking her head in an abbreviated bow of apology. ¡°Let me make it up to you!¡± She practically throws herself into my arms, pecking my lips with aggression. Gale kisses me as if to make up for lost time after our unfortunate parting over the sea. She dedicates her mouth to finding everyst square inch of my face until I grab her by the shoulders. ¡°Gale, you can¡¯t rece quality with quantity in kissing!¡± I say, chuckling as I hold her at arm¡¯s length. ¡°I tried exining it to her,¡± Megan says. That gives me an idea. ¡°Watch us for a minute, as an example,¡± I tell Gale before turning to our third, who blushes at the attention. Megan is a mouse girl not unlike dozens I found in the Warren. What sets her apart are the bonds she has and the connections she¡¯s made. Where other prey would surrender to their fate or fight to the death, Megan took another path. She romanced her predator, seduced her kidnapper, convincing Gale to spare her life while unable to help falling for the adorable birdbrain¡¯s charms. Her rtion to Cottontail simply secures her ce in my family. I reach for her, taking the willing mouse girl in hand while marveling at the shapely feminine curves on her diminutive thirty-inch frame. Her wide, emerald-green eyes drink me in with some trepidation as I lean forward. It¡¯s a natural response considering I¡¯m over three times her height. I caress the steel-grey fur of her arms and legs before running a finger down her spine, over the curve of her rump, and along her tail as it twines around my digit. I cup her yellow-blond hair as my mouth swallows hers. This isn¡¯t so much a kiss as a devouring. My lips fully envelop hers in a stark contrast of size and strength. The nubile, hot, and squirming body in my grasp stirs a primal need in me. I thrust my tongue past her lips and into her mouth, filling itpletely. She¡¯s unable to push me away, spit me out, or bite with her jaw stretched wide by myrge oral muscle. I shove her tongue around with mine, rub against her pte, and trace the smooth bumps of her mrs. She has the delectable sweetness of chestnuts that makes me hunger for more. Her nose is pinned against the corner of my mouth, making her unable to breathe, but Megan doesn¡¯t w at my face. Instead, she wraps her body around mine, hugging my throat and sitting on my breasts as we kiss. She returns my forcefulness by pressing her mouth into mine, pushing my tongue deeper to tickle her tonsils. She moans around my tongue. She¡¯s growing desperate for breath but doesn¡¯t try to escape me. She knows I decide when the kiss is done. I release her with a pop as sheys in my arms, breathless, weak, and drenched in saliva like a wet lollipop. Methinks this demonstration got carried away. ¡°Wow! Do me next! Do me next!¡± Gale yells while rubbing her thighs together with the desperation of a girlcking the hands needed to masturbate. ¡°Ahem,¡± Ipose myself and salvage the situation as best I can. ¡°That may not have been the best example of a kiss, but it gives you an idea of what can be done.¡± ¡°Right¡­ Okay, I have an idea!¡± Gale straddles us, squishing Megan between our bosoms as she leans in. This time, however, she raises her wings. Her blue and green feathers blot out the sun, turning day to twilight in an instant. I admire the curve of her neck, the smooth divots of her armpits, the way her upstretched arms lift her tangerine breasts, and the enticing angles of her corbone. Gale is a beautiful woman with the guileless enthusiasm of a virginal nymphomaniac, and she¡¯s here for me alone in this private, blue-green-shaded world. The grinning kiss she delivers this time is a winner. She doesn¡¯t use her tongue, but she nips and nibbles at me with her lips and teeth in a way that stokes my libido. Her feathers tickle my face and head, adding a subtle spice to the experience. I breathe her scent, a nostalgic pine freshness that takes me back to my first day as a Tamer when I tasted Gale over the ocean. How does a wild monster naturally smell this good? I want her so badly, I need more, but it¡¯s over all too soon. ¡°How was that?¡± she asks when she eventually pulls away. ¡°W-wonderful,¡± I say, wincing at the return of the harsh sun, wishing all the while to return to that Gale-colored ce. She proudly preens at my praise, tilting her head back and forth with chin upraised, cocksure and smug. ¡°Hear that, Megan? Gale is wonderful.¡± ¡°I already knew that, featherhead,¡± the mouse girl teases with a yful smile. ¡°After kissinges forey.¡± I retake the helm by pulling Gale onto myp. The Harpy girl wriggles in my embrace, savoring the soft heat of skin on skin. My head dips to take her breast in my mouth. My tongue circles and flicks her nipple. I stroke the expanse of her taut tummy, brush my palms over her thick thighs, and dip my fingers into the valley of her sex. ¡°Mmm, Alex, you feel so good!¡± Megan sits across from me and puts her lips on Gale¡¯s other breast, her hands massaging the Harpy¡¯s chest with practiced skill. I watch the mouse girl¡¯s cheeks hollow as she applies suction and observe momentary bugles as her oral member darts about. ¡°Mmm, Megan! Yes!¡± The Harpy girl puts a wing around her lover to pull the little mouse closer. I drag my fingers from moistbia dripping Gale¡¯s sweet pussy drool and raise my head to take a lick. Indeed, the scent I crave is most intense there. My gaze meets Megan in silentmunication before we change positions. Shifting Gale to recline on myp with her legs syed to my either side, I lower my face into a valley that smells of winter wind through a pine forest. The foliage of her naturally short bush is the same green and blue coloration as her feathers. She lifts her hips to press my lips and tongue harder against my sex as she cries out. ¡°Alex! I love your tongue! It¡¯s bigger than Megan¡¯s, but hers is quick and nimble and¡­ mph, mmm-mrph!¡± The mouse girl silences her lover by sitting on Gale¡¯s face, putting the Harpy¡¯s tongue to better use. My own tongue partsbial folds to sink the tip into a secret grotto dripping with juices. ¡°Mmmph!¡± I pump her pussy with my oral member, teasing her entrance and drinking her nectar. Then I withdraw to suck her cunt into my mouth where I lick and lick her narrow slit over and over. After releasing her folds, Ip at her whole pussy again before circling her pearl repeatedly. She bucks and spasms beneath my ministrations. ¡°Mmm mmm!!¡± At the same time, Megan is grinding her crotch into Gale¡¯s open mouth while her tail ils in pleasure. We¡¯re both dedicatedly working our side of a reverse-spitroast, so it¡¯s a bit surprising when our exploring hands bump into each other on Gale¡¯s breasts while searching for nipples to tweak. (Though she¡¯s an incredibly short woman, she can reach that far while straddling the Harpy¡¯s face.) Instead of finding it awkward, it feels cute to have both had the same thought of stimting Gale¡¯s breasts to add to her pleasure. My eyes meet Megan¡¯s again, and we both smile, though mine is buried in our mutual lover¡¯s muff. Sex with Gale is fun for both of us without needing to turn it into apetition. I feel a bond forming, not the magical kind, but an unspoken agreement to find and enjoy the hottest positions we can imagine. It¡¯s the feeling of being on the same team I best remember from ying dodgeball (of all things) with Julia and Jenny. ¡°Double oral?¡± I suggest. ¡°Huh¡­ yeah,¡± Megan agrees between gasps. She must have been close to cumming, but she doesn¡¯t hesitate to rearrange our positions. I¡¯m so used to a certain greedy Goblin (don¡¯t get me wrong, I love her and her greediness to death) I momentarily forgot selfless lovers are even a thing. I manhandle a confused but sex-drunkenly agreeable Gale into a standing position with her legs parted. ¡°I¡¯ll take the butt.¡± After volunteering my sd-tossing services, I bring my knees up and together to form a pedestal. Megan blinks her bright emerald eyes at me before taking my offer by nting her little buttocks on my knees. Her seat puts her in prime position to attack the avian snatch. A quick application of Mermaid Water Magic has Gale¡¯s posterior perfectly pristine. ¡°Ooo!¡± Gale giggles. ¡°Alex, that tickles! And it felt weirdly good? Um, what are you two doing?¡± I weave my arms through Gale¡¯s legs for stability and ce my hands on her ass to part those soft cheeks I¡¯ve been fantasizing about returning to for days. Gale¡¯s tailfeathers are my parasol shading me from the sun and I¡¯m returned to the Harpy¡¯s blue and green colored world as I shove my face into her buttocks. Her piney scent has an added dimension of wild musk approaching her from this angle, but I enjoy her vor as I stick out my tongue to pleasure her petite rosebud. I¡¯m smothered in the soft pillow of Gale¡¯s ass, my fingers sinking into her plush rump while my oral member circles her pucker. Probing and teasing, I wriggle my way through her clenching orifice. ¡°Mmm, Alex! Megan, I¡¯m¡­ Ahhhn!!¡± I feel Megan¡¯s hot breath on my throat from her ce mere inches away. I sense her tongue¡¯s movements through the thin walls of flesh separating our indirect kiss. Judging by Gale¡¯s quivering, she must be flicking the Harpy¡¯s clit at incredible speed. That¡¯s a talented tongue! Gale¡¯s thick thighs tremble in my grip as waves of ecstasy crash through her being. Her anus squeezes my tongue. Her ass clenches around my face, cutting off fresh air, though her tailfeathers fan me while I work. My oral member never ceases drilling inward through the tremors and involuntary spasms as Gale cries and moans her satisfaction. The Harpy¡¯s legs give way, and I catch both girls in my embrace. Galends atop me as I sit and lie back with her pillowy buttocks and parasol tailfeathers still resting on my head. I can breathe again, so I¡¯m in no rush to move. Megan, meanwhile, scurries out from between us to avoid getting smushed. ¡°¡­Wow, they¡¯re even bigger up close,¡± I hear Gale say. ¡°I¡¯ve never had a cock that size before, and there¡¯s two of them,¡± Meganments. ¡°One for each of us¡­¡± Ah, wended in a 69 position. Delicate fingers brush myhers, causing my twin soldiers to stand at attention. It looks like things are about to get hot and heavy. 67. Harpy Mountain, Part 8: Gale and Megan 2 (R-18) 67. Harpy Mountain, Part 8: Gale and Megan 2 (R-18) ¡°¡­Wow, they¡¯re even bigger up close,¡± I hear Gale say. ¡°I¡¯ve never had a cock that size before, and there¡¯s two of them,¡± Meganments. ¡°One for each of us¡­¡± Ah, wended in a 69 position. Delicate fingers brush myhers, causing my twin soldiers to stand at attention. It looks like things are about to get hot and heavy. ¡°Ohh! Look at them rise! Hey, Megan, are they supposed to look like that?¡± ¡°I forget this is your first time up close to a dick, let alone giving fetio. Those bristle-looking things are different than I¡¯m used to, but I think a cock is a cock in this case. Do what I do.¡± I feel hot breath on my junk, followed by a small mouth and tongue on my rightmost shaft. Megan¡¯s tiny tongue licks the soft spicules of my reptilian member, rasping over the sensitive bristle-like structures, and sending ripples of excitement through my lower body. My legs tremble as she rubs the sides of my turgid dick, her little hands making me feel huge byparison. ¡°That¡¯s easy, I can do it too!¡± Gale pounces on my leftmost cock like a diving raptor, taking several inches of me into her mouth at once. ¡°This texture is so fun on my tongue!¡± The Harpy experiments with her mouth and lips, vacuum-sealing herself onto my shaft while bobbing up and down. My stomach muscles flutter, and I can¡¯t help bucking into her mouth. I won¡¯t be outdone! My left hand finds Gale¡¯s ass, slipping my thumb into her pucker while my lips and tongue find her slimbial folds and the clit they hide. My right hand finds and grabs Megan¡¯s miniature shapely butt. Those righthand fingers plunder her leaking honey tunnel, thumb rubbing against her backdoor entrance since she¡¯s too small and not prepared for pration. ¡°Eep!¡± ¡°Kya!¡± Gale falters in giving oral, merely holding my cock in her mouth and moving her tongue to stroke its reptilian spicules. Megan responds to my provocation by jamming her oral member into my urethra. She¡¯s small enough to reach down several centimeters. It¡¯s a lightning bolt to my groin but isn¡¯t enough to make me cum just yet. My Orc Stature fingers are huge in Megan¡¯s tiny mouse pussy, so I retaliate by pumping two digits hard against her g-spot. ¡°Mmmph!!¡± The mouse girl¡¯s tail wraps around my wrist as I ram into her cunt. She takes more of me into her minuscule mouth, straining her jaw but pressing her tongue another centimeter deeper. I feel myself pass the point of no return from the double blowjob and dick-sounding. My tongue rubs Gale¡¯s clit as she bounces her butt on my face. Both girls suck on my dual tips as cum boils inside me, rising to the surface. Megan rocks her hips in time with my digits¡¯ thrusts as her body loses control. Two lovers climax on me just in time to have their mouths filled with cream. The first jet of cum shoots Megan¡¯s tongue out of my urethra and back into her mouth. Jizz rockets down their throats and explodes from their noses as more erupts from my depths. Wey there together for a minute while recovering our energies. ¡°Alex was right, I¡¯m not hungry anymore,¡± Megan announces after a minute. ¡°I never doubted her for a second!¡± Gale gloats good-naturedly. ¡°But I could go for seconds¡­¡± While the Harpy girl initiates it, both girls seem eager to clean each other with their tongues and swallow my load. I¡¯m in no hurry to leave the colored world of Gale¡¯s tailfeather shade, but I finally lift the Harpy¡¯s ass aside to avoid missing the show. Gale and Megan hold one another while licking my cream from each other¡¯s faces in an incredibly hot disy of lesbian love. Between this glorious sight and my Bunny Stamina, my cocks are in top shape once again. ¡°Ooo, fill Gale¡¯s special ce next!¡± The Harpy crouches on her talons at my side while examining my erections. ¡°They are quiterge¡­ I wonder if it¡¯ll fit?¡± Megan kneels on my crotch to measure the length of my member against her tummy. It¡¯s literally a third of her height, akin to a human woman staring at a two-foot dildo. Not actually impossible even for ancient humans, but not something a normal individual would seriously contemte. Thankfully, monster pussies have evolved to take rather extreme insertions without damage, and most of that length is slender thanks to the Mermaid Ovipositor amalgamation influence. ¡°One way to find out,¡± Iment. Both girls smile at me before positioning themselves to begin. ¡°Hold on a second. If I cum inside, you could both get pregnant. I only do that with girls I want to make part of my harem. Is that alright?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve wanted Alex since I first saw you, remember? Gale wants to be a good girl andy eggs to make Momma proud!¡± ¡°Sure, just remember you¡¯reying those eggs in the nest we¡¯re building in Fuzzy Field.¡± ¡°Oh, yeah. It¡¯s fine though! I¡¯m excited to be a mom!¡± ¡°Great, and, if you¡¯d like, we can promise ourselves to one another.¡± ¡°Promise? Like what?¡± ¡°I¡¯d vow to love and protect you, Gale. To give you children, food, and shelter.¡± ¡°And to have lots of sex?!?¡± ¡°Y-yes, of course, that too. You can have all the sex you want with me and my whole harem.¡± ¡°M-m-more g-girls? You¡¯ve got more girls at this hut Gale can fuck? Humans too?¡± I nod hesitantly, ¡°There are a couple humans I have in mind¡­¡± ¡°Yes! Yes, yes, as long as Megan promises too, it¡¯s a yes!¡± The mouse girl watches her lover with bemusement. ¡°I¡¯ve already agreed to Alex¡¯s offer.¡± Gale chirrups with excitement and ps her wings. ¡°Then Gale promises to love and protect Alex and Megan andy lots and lots of Alex¡¯s eggs! Hurray!¡± The Harpy girl gathers Megan in a hug and leans down to kiss me where Iy, then kiss Megan, then kiss me again back and forth before returning to my crotch. ¡°Now, how does this big thing fit in Gale¡¯s little hole?¡± While the Harpy puzzles over the mechanics of sex, Megan turns to me. ¡°Um, Alex, do you know what type of baby I¡¯d get with that cock?¡± Megan asks. ¡°Um, it¡¯s a Lizardman cock, so probably a Kobold?¡± I don¡¯t know for sure if the amalgamation influences the seed, and the Mermaid half is an Ovipositor with no ammo, so¡­? ¡°Oh, good,¡± Megan says with evident relief. ¡°Us mice have to be careful what gets us pregnant (not that we have a choice, often). Most monsters have a small base form, like Goblins and Kobolds, or tiny ones like Fuzzies. However, our survival chances plummet with a Chicklin or human baby inside us, not to mention the child is always born premature. I¡¯m d we don¡¯t have to worry about that.¡± ¡°Me too,¡± I say as I watch the mouse girl bravely prepare to mount my rightmost member. ¡°Gale, watch me and do what I do. First, you make sure there¡¯s plenty of lubrication.¡± My cocks are both drenched in saliva and cum. ¡°Then you line yourself up.¡± Megan grabs my shaft while standing over me and lowers herher entrance to my tip. The Harpy girl struggles to do the same without hands to guide the pration, grinding her cunt against my soft-bristled reptile dick. ¡°He-he, this feels good.¡± ¡°Let me help,¡± Megan offers, reaching over to grab my leftmost cock to align it with her lover¡¯s honey tunnel. ¡°Once you¡¯re more experienced, you can do it by feel.¡± With both of them in position, Megan slowly begins to descend on my shaft. ¡°Gradually lower yourself. It can hurt at first, but then it¡¯ll start to feel good.¡± Gale eagerly pushes my tip inside, her face going from lusty to contemtive to mildly ufortable with sweat beading on her brow. She bites her lips and groans in aggravation, ¡°This is taking too long! Gale is skipping to the good part.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t¡ª¡± Megan tries to stop her, but it¡¯s toote. Gale deactivates her Harpy Lightweight ability and sits on my cock. ¡°Kyyyaaahhh!!!¡± Gale throws her head back and screams. My entire nine-inch length disappears inside excruciating virginal tightness in an instant. I convulse as my dick is put in a vice-grip. I¡¯ve never been this deep in such a tight pussy. ¡°Megan, I thought you said it was supposed to hurt? This feels amazing!¡± The mouse girl is still struggling with the first two inches of me. ¡°It does hurt for most people! You¡¯re just a lucky weirdo.¡± Megan lowers herself another inch and winces. ¡°Stupid, sexy featherbrain.¡± I gasp as Gale lifts herself off my length. ¡°S-slowly!¡± The snug grip on my member is incredible. I¡¯m panting for breath as heat fills my body, and I begin to perspire. ¡°It feels even bettering out! The bristles are tickling my insides.¡± She crouches above me, looking down to marvel at the length of the shaft exiting her tunnel. Gale relishes in the moment, then grins. ¡°Let¡¯s do it again!¡± ¡°W-wait!¡± Gale¡¯s shapely bottom ms onto my crotch, burying my shaft inside her once again. ¡°Kyaahhnn! It¡¯s even better the second time!¡± ¡°Ugh, gah, Gale give me a moment to breathe¡ªyou too Megan?!?¡± ¡°I think I¡¯ve got it,¡± the mouse girl announces as she begins bobbing up and down on my cock. She isn¡¯t going all the way down, just using the top few inches, but on each repetition, she descends another millimeter. She¡¯s no virgin, but her small size means each inch squeezing inside bes tighter and tighter until she¡¯s rivaling and somehow exceeding Gale¡¯s iron-velvet grip. ¡°Fuck, it¡¯s scraping my insides, but feels awesome!¡± Soon, two beauties are bouncing on my twin shafts. My insides roil with the mounting pressure of a steaming kettle, no, a geyser about to erupt. I watch their titties bounce hypnotically as chaotic waves of pleasure wrack my body and mind. My hips try to thrust and buck into them, but their movements desynched; Megan¡¯s bobbing is faster and tighter while Gale ass-ms are hammer blows of white bliss. The stimtion is agonizing! I can¡¯t even cum while being tortured with ecstasy like this! I sit up and grab the girls in my arms, mashing our breasts together and arresting their infernal bouncing. With my feet nted on the ground and my new wives anchored in my grasp, I arch my back and plunge up into them from below. I use all my Orcish strength, activating Wolf Rush, and power through a titanic climax with Bunny Stamina to deliver a series of potent thrusts. *p-p-p-p-p!* ¡°Kyaaahhn!!!¡± ¡°Aaahhhnn!!!¡± Gale keens in avian glory while Megan screams in her sweet, shrill mousy voice as they embrace one another. The three of us cum together in a sticky orgy of curvy bodies. I fill them with cum until their pussies spurt cream around my cocks back onto me. My heart-shaped mark appears on each of their tummies. The three of us hold the embrace until my dicks dete and slip from their channels. The mouse girl copses with her legs syed as she catches her breath. Seed gushes from her gaping entrance in rivulets. Gale licks her lips. ¡°Cream-stuffed Megan, my new favorite! Mmm, I could eat you up!¡± The Harpy girl pounces on her lover, drinking my cum from her lover¡¯s channel and absolutely ravishing the cute little mouse girl with her mouth. I stare at Gale¡¯s wiggling butt as she goes to town, then shake my head. ¡°No, I¡¯d love to go another round, but we¡¯ve spent enough time getting acquainted. It¡¯s time to leave before something happens.¡± The girls are too distracted to acknowledge the wisdom of my decision. I inspect my tattoos. No impregnations, though I suppose it¡¯s just as well to eventually maximize my marks. I¡¯ll have to talk to themter about bing surrogates for me. That said, I feel something missing. After rooting around in my menus, I find them. *Harpy bride ¨C No Marks!* *Mouse bride ¨C No Marks!* Nice! The achievements are redundant, but it¡¯s the sentiment that counts here, after all. I¡¯ll rearrange my official marks to reflect the events most meaningful to meter. All in all, my excursion to Harpy Mountain was a sess. I¡¯m taking home a few extra monsters than intended, but I¡¯m fully satisfied with my choices. Now, to get back home. 68. Descent 68. Descent With our hunger sated, both physical and carnal, it¡¯s time to return home. Well, there¡¯re a few items that need to be addressed first. ¡°Flou, say hi.¡± My discarded clothes consolidate and transform into her bunny Slime form, ears flopping akimbo. ¡°Hi.¡± ¡°A talking Slime!¡± Gale says, shocked. ¡°F-Flou? W-what happened to you?¡± Megan seems taken aback. I almost forgot they¡¯re cousins since the mouse girl is Cottontail¡¯s sister. ¡°I¡­ died that day we got captured by the Treefolk, but Alex saved me. I ended up like this, but it¡¯s fine. I¡¯m happy.¡± ¡°Oh, Flou!¡± Megan goes in for a hug, but the Fuzzy Slime is basically a beanbag chair for the diminutive mouse girl, so it turns into more of a belly flop. ¡°I¡¯m d you¡¯re okay.¡± Gale¡¯s takeaway is fairly simplistic. ¡°Alex is amazing! Can you turn me into a Slime too?¡± ¡°Maybe. Is that¡­ something you want?¡± The featherbrain ponders my question for a long moment before cheerfully answering, ¡°Nope!¡± I sigh heavily. ¡°Impressive,¡± Meganments. Turning to verify the veracity of that statement, I take one look, and my jaw drops. Megan is wearing a set of rubyden underwear fit for a Sultan¡¯s harem girl. Crystal-blood gemstones drip from her shoulders and hips to barely conceal her nipples and sex. I¡¯m already having fantasies of reclining on a fancy couch while she feeds me peeled grapes¡­ ¡°You look amazing! Glorious! Delicious! Heh-heh, Gale is getting excited!¡± The Harpy girl wipes drool from the corner of her mouth with a wing. ¡°Maybe we could stay and y a bit longer¡­¡± Megan narrows her eyes into a sweltering gaze locked with Gale¡¯s and begins swaying her hips to make the gemstones tinkle. She gives a flirtatious smile, knowing full well the effect she¡¯s having on the avian predator. Gale rubs her thighs together, licks her lips hungrily, and audibly gulps. I¡¯m practically drooling over the ornately dressed mouse girl myself. ¡°Very¡­ Ah, ahem. Um, no Gale, we unfortunately need to leave. Can you fly us down the mountain? That¡¯d be the fastest way home.¡± ¡°Home? My nest is here, though.¡± ¡°Yeah, we¡¯re going to the hut in Fuzzy Field to build you a new nest, remember?¡± I prompt. ¡°New nest¡­¡± The featherbrain furrows her green and blue eyebrows in fearsome concentration. ¡°Oh, yeah!¡± She brightens, looking from me to Megan and back, ¡°If that¡¯s what you both want, I can relocate. I sort of got distracted by all the sex and forgot why we were leaving for a second.¡± She shrugs and sticks out her tongue cutely while miming bopping herself on the head with a wing. ¡°But can you fly us there?¡± I restate my question. Gale seems hesitant about something. ¡°Hmm, but I¡¯ve already dropped Alex once¡­¡± I wince. ¡°Again, that was my fault, but I have Harpy Lightweight magic equipped, so I¡¯m not heavy right now.¡± ¡°Really?¡± I jump in ce much higher than a human could to prove my point, and mynding is a soft touchdown. ¡°Great! This¡¯ll be easy!¡± ¡°Also, I have one morepanion to bring with us.¡± I go fetch Spindle¡¯s cocoon. Gale inspects the delicate parcel and pronounces, ¡°This and Megan are both small; I can handle all three of you. Gale is a good flyer and won¡¯t drop anybody!¡± After receiving that reassuring statement, we tackle the logistical issue of getting everyone on board. It¡¯s not that big a deal. I don armor, Gale grabs me by the shoulders, I hold Megan in one arm while she clings to me, and I cradle Spindle¡¯s cocoon in my other arm. Easy-peasy. The Harpy girl ps her wings and the four of us are lifted into the air. It¡¯s my second time flying. Since the circumstances are more rxing today, I allow myself to enjoy the view as Gale¡¯s nest and the rocks of the mountainside shrink below us. With my Harpy Sight, I can look across Fuzzy Field to spot individual trees in Chatan Forest. The fog over the Misty Grove is as imprable as ever. Seafoam obscures everything beneath the waves of the Western Sea. I stifle my yearning as I watch the lizard-folk enter the Eastern Desert in the far distance; the sun is getting low. Gabby¡¯s hut growsrger each second of our descent. The ground flows by with every beat of Gale¡¯s wings. ¡°D-do you think your wife will like me? The Goblin?¡± Gale asks. ¡°I wouldn''t worry,¡± I reply. ¡°She''s been very eptingtely. Not to mention she¡¯s about to win a bet. Also, I suspect any objections she has can be quelled by letting her fuck your pussies.¡± Megan blushes. ¡°And you said she''s a Goblin?¡± ¡°She''s not a typical Goblin the way I''m not a typical human.¡± A shadow on the ground approaches and engulfs ours. Turning my head, I see something I''d hoped to avoid. ¡°The Harpy Matron is chasing us, and she brought friends.¡± I count four Bloodwings and two Lesser Sirens in pursuit. The Harpy boys must have finished waiting to tell her, or she discovered traces of me on her own. ¡°Momma?¡± Gale twists her head at an impressive angle to look. ¡°Hey, Momma! Let me introduce you to my new wife!¡± ¡°N-no!¡± Megan desperately objects. ¡°Oh, sorry Megan. Wives. You still count to me even if I have to exin you''re not food.¡± I sigh. Gale totally misunderstood the reason we''re distressed. This is going to take some work exining and we don''t have the time. ¡°Gale, I really want our first meeting with your mother to include the head wife, Gabby. Drop me off here and go to the hut to let her know where I am. She can ride Suka here in a couple of minutes. I''ll hold off your momma until then.¡± ¡°Are you sure, Alex? Momma can be kind of scary when she''s like this...¡± Even Gale can tell the situation is dangerous if not fully grasp the ramifications. ¡°¡­Just hurry and get Gabby.¡± My little Goblin magic user could turn the tables with her counterspelling cock. ¡°Okay!¡± I pass Megan up as the Harpy girl releases me from her talons while swinging low over Fuzzy Field. I drop onto my feet in a battle crouch while Gale carries Megan to safety. That leaves me to deal with Spindel¡¯s cocoon. I set her down and conjure a stone shield over the dormant spider girl to protect the cocoon without burying her underground. Striding back toward the mountain, I get some distance from Spindle¡¯s shelter to avoid getting her caught in the crossfire. Next up is a bit of mark management. *Profane Marks ¨C One!* Impish Profane Sight Impish Stature Impish Dark Magic Impish Cock Weird. I was somehow expecting a longer list of abilities. No matter. Also, I cross the Impish Cock off all my menus to remind myself ites with torturous pain spikes. *Selected Impish Dark Magic!* The elephantine vulture with granny tits and her entourage reaches me momentster. The old girl is even uglier up close. They hover in the air above me like kites on a string. My strongest spell, Earth Magic, is going to be near-useless. ¡°Are you sure you want to do this?¡± I call to the avian assault force. ¡°Come at me and you¡¯re taking your life in your hands.¡± ¡°Surrender, Echidna. Although Elder Grand w wants you dead, not to mention you invaded my territory, stole my prey, and kidnapped my daughter, I''ll deign to spare your life if you submit to be my kept woman. Be honored to bear my sons'' eggs and warm my nest at night.¡± I snort with derision. I¡¯m done angsting over my enemies¡¯ bullshit offers. ¡°Yeah, no. I only bear the offspring of those I deem worthy. That, plus I only fuck sexy girls and cute boys, not saggy grannies. I don''t kink shame, but that''s just not my thing. I draw the line at MILFs/DILFs. No GILFs. Sorry, not sorry.¡± I''m more than willing to stall for time with conversation while waiting for my allies. The bald, bird-faced Harpy Matronughs a harsh, hoarse cackle. ¡°You might change your tune if you saw my other form, darling. My sons say I''m still quite the looker...¡± She winks at me and her avian jowls jiggle. I gag. ¡°Then there''s the whole matter of you kidnapping people for yourrder. That''s also a big turn-off.¡± She scowls at me and shrieks, ¡°Enough idealistic prattle. If you don''t know what''s good for you, I''ll have to crush you now and pick up the piecester.¡± The fight begins with my allies nowhere in sight. ¡°Canary, subdue her.¡± That¡¯s right, one of the Lesser Sirens apanying the Matron seems familiar. ¡°Canary, consider the consequences carefully. Who is your Mistress?¡± The yellow-haired bird girl looks between me and the Matron with a terrified, hopeless expression. ¡°Ah, um¡­ um¡­¡± ¡°Well???¡± the Harpy Matron demands. ¡°M-M-Momma, no! She defeated me earlier today¡ªif I fight her now, I¡¯ll surely d-die!¡± Canary nces at my thunderous features and shrinks back, ¡°Eep! P-please, don¡¯t kill me!¡± she screams as she flees the battlefield. So much for loyalty. ¡°Argh, frighten my cute girls, will you?¡± The Matron scowls at me fiercely, then turns to the other Siren with brown wings and a blue feather choker hovering at her side. ¡°Lucinia, teach this Echidna a lesson.¡± ¡°~Yes, mother. Human, you will¡ª¡± Flou surges from beneath my armor to encase my ears in fuzzy noise-canceling earmuffs. Spears appear in my hands as I cock them back to throw. The Matron beats her wings and a tidal wave of wind ms into me. The force is impressive. I''m knocked off my feet and tumble backward several yards. A spear stabbed into the ground is my anchor. I struggle to my feet until a barrage of blood-feathers ping against my armor in rapid session. The repeated impacts make it difficult for me to keep bnce. Then the wind shifts, and I¡¯m borne up into the air. This isn¡¯t merely big wings in action anymore; this is Harpy Air Magic. Whatever, I may be gripped by an invisible hand of wind, but I can still fight. I throw an ember spear at the Harpy Matron, who ps her wings in response. Another gust of air from her scatters my embers harmlessly and snuffs their sparks. Okay, this isn¡¯t going to be that easy. I feel the rain of blood feathers shift to target my helmet. They¡¯re focusing their fire to wear through my defenses. With the constant stream of attacks, I can¡¯t afford to unsummon/resummon my armor to undo the damage done. Shit, I thought the Bloodwings were worthless, but they¡¯ll actually be a major threat to me for that reason. Focusing my mind, I reach out to the ground beneath me with Earth Magic. Molehills of dirt be pirs of stone that seem to melt upwards towards my feet. A pair of stone boots encase my legs, weighing me down and pulling me from the wind¡¯s grip. Ind with a thud. The Harpy Matron screams in anger. She slices at me with her wings, and I see a glowing de of Air Magic swing my way. The edge of it touching the ground digs a furrow drawing a line towards me. The predictive prickles of Predator Sense dance across my body. A flex of will throws a half dozen Pitcher Treefolk Vines to my left. The tipstch onto soil and I reel myself in while abandoning the pair of stone boots. Secondster, the air de collides with the remnants of my earthen footwear in an explosion of dust. I have to work fast. With an exertion of will, I tap into my new magical ability and summon a ball of tangible darkness into my hand. ¡°Eat this!¡± I say as I throw the explosive projectile. Except, the ck handful dissolves in the air like smoke, or maybe squid ink in water. ¡°¡­Where¡¯s the kaboom?¡± Between the intuitive sense my marks give me and Fast Learner, I¡¯ve never had this level of difficulty using a new ability ¡®out of the box,¡¯ but I guess I should¡¯ve expected it here. Dark Magic seemed OP (that¡¯s ¡®overpowered¡¯ for those not familiar with ancient human mythology)pared to the basic elemental magic types. How did Malik make shock cors, perimeter wards, defensive shields, and death balls from a single ability? I suspect Dark Magic requires one or more support abilities to function properly, like how effective ¡®flight¡¯ requires an investment of three to four Avian marks. Even if I got Profane Sight, there may be additionalplications. I shouldn¡¯t bet more on this untested strategy mid-battle. Best to ept the pratfall and move on. A torrent of wind buffets me about as more Blood Feathers chip away at my armor. Don¡¯t stop. Keep attacking. I Wolf Rush and charge forward while throwing two ember spears at the Bloodwing Harpies, one from each hand. The Matron blocks one spear with her air st; the second spear is dodged as I¡¯vee to expect from fighting these dirty birds previously. Then weunch the attack they don¡¯t seeing in the interim. My left gauntlet opens to release a stream of Fuzzy Slime through the joints in a directed jet. Flou uses her Swarm chain of Slime cores to extend her reach,shing through the air to target the Bloodwing who recently expended his air-dodge. Thest Slime in the chain forms a toothy maw that mps down on the Harpy¡¯s crotch, sinking its jaws into unprotected flesh. Flou reels the unfortunate Harpy in, him screaming as he falls until the Bloodwinges in range. My Fuzzy Slimepanion draws and quarters him with a hydra of manifested maws. The victim quickly dissolves into blood before the Slime mass retreats into the safety of my armor casing. ¡°You BITCH!!!¡± the Matron shrieks, audible through my earmuffs. She sends Air de after Air de at me between gusts of wind as I¡¯m peppered with Blood Feathers by the remaining Harpies. I shield my helmet with my arms to protect it from the cumtive damage mounting as I dodge the Air des with my vine dash. She¡¯s keeping me on the defensive, which is bad for me. I¡¯m running out of tricks. Even if I brought out Olindia and Flou, they¡¯re vulnerable to the ranged blood-feather barrage or Air des. I can¡¯t repeat my earlier assassination, as the Matron and her cronies will expect it and target Flou¡¯s Swarm bodies while staying out of range. She¡¯ll be torn to shreds without buying me more than a few seconds. Well, if I need to buy time, I can pay in stamina. Wolf Rush! The next time I dodge, I make a mad dash away frombat. There¡¯s no way I can outrun the airborne Matron, but she can¡¯t hit me with ranged attacks this way. All the projectiles targeting me fall short at this speed. My pursuers maintain distance. The one time the Matron swoops in, considering a w attack, she realizes the dangerst minute and retreats. Even a birdbrain knows I¡¯m secretly hoping for meleebat. That makes this a stalemate; the only problem is I can¡¯t keep this pace forever. However, I happen to be running towards the Hut as the marks I ced on my wives rapidly near. ¡°Momma, stop being mean to my wife!¡± ¡°Wha?¡± Gale dives-tackles the Harpy Matron, her talons scratching at therger bird¡¯s feathered stomach. Megan jumps from her paramour¡¯s back onto the Matron¡¯s sagging granny titties to sink her teeth into a nipple. ¡°AAAHHH!!!¡± The vulture monster screams and beats her wings, stirring dangerous spellforms targeting her tiny attacker. Not far behind Gale are Gabby and Cottontail riding Suka in her bestial Cinderwolf form. My Goblin wife is wearing her apprentice robe and a bandolier of eleven herbs and spices. She waves her Twisted Apprentice Rod in one hand above her head, then points it at the Matron. The stirring wind dies as the vulture¡¯s spell fails, and she shrieks in frustration. ¡°Lucinia, stop them!¡± The Lesser Siren opens her mouth to enchant my harem, but I haven¡¯t been idle. While Gale struck, I turned to fire everything in my ranged arsenal. Ember spearsunch from both my hands in rapid session while Flou¡¯s three bodies each spray a volley of crystal-blood darts at the enemy. We don¡¯t target the Matron, as there¡¯s too great a chance of friendly fire. Not surprisingly, the Bloodwings revert the darts approaching them to fluid blood using their magic and air-dodge my spears. At least they¡¯re too busy avoiding our attacks to shoot at my allies. Lucinia, on the other hand, takes a few hits from the darts and falls to the ground without getting another word out. Suka burns a line through the field as she continuously dashes forward. She streaks past close by, giving me the chance to grab her nk and hop on while Gabby slides off. I mount up behind Cottontail and grab onto her meaty hips for bnce. The speedy Cinderwolf leaps high with us in tow, soaring into the midst of the Bloodwings. The three of them are sitting ducks so soon after using their air-dodges. My canine lover mps her jaws around one bird¡¯s neck and rides him to the ground. The sheer speed and ferocity of her attack on the low-flying avian leaves her opponent dazed, confused, and soon dead in the dirt with a fractured spine. Cottontail and I leap from Suka¡¯s back at the other Bloodwings. I didn¡¯t think the bunny girl to be a fighter, naked as she is with her bare balls swinging in the wind, absent any arms or armor. She doesn¡¯t seem to have a n, and her foe appears ready to shred her apart with his crystal-blood feathers and razor-sharp talons. Then the Bloodwing sneezes. It¡¯s a totally inexplicable, incredibly unlucky (or lucky, depending on your perspective) chance, but it allows Cottontail to slip past his guard in an instant. She nts the toe beans of her rabbit foot on the birdbrain¡¯s beak and uses him as a steppingstone to leap at the Matron, shouting, ¡°Megan!¡± as she flies. Ah, sibling love will make even a nonbatant do strange things. I, meanwhile, have a midair date with thest Bloodwing. Flou surges into my hands as Blood Star while I swing the weapon overhead. My enemy catches the blow with his wings and uses his magic to melt the crystal-blood construct. His overconfidence is short-lived, however, as the ¡®blood¡¯ in this case belongs to a Fuzzy Red Slime. The fluids transmute to Fuzzy Slime flesh before our eyes, forming maws that aggressively devour the avian idiot as we fall. Cottontailnds on the Matron¡¯s chest, then proceeds to bite the Harpy''s free nipple, because how else is she going to inflict damage without going near the ws or beak? ¡°AH-AAAHHH!!!¡± the vulture screams in pain and rage as her sibling pair of nipple piercings swing. The Harpy Matron is far from helpless, though. Despite Gabby¡¯s best counterspelling, the tier difference is too great. The vulture¡¯s wings p with a heretofore unseen intensity that blows hurricane-force winds at my harem. Megan and Cottontail lose their grip on the Harpy¡¯s teats and are blown away. Gale tries her hardest to fly against the wind but is cast aside. Suka ws the ground and I hang in ce from a spear buried in the dirt, but we¡¯re both pinned down. Even Gabby, standing further back, takes a tumble. The vulture monster follows that disy of power with another round of air des that tear through the soil on a vengeful path toward the rodent siblings. I rip a boulder from the soil with my Bunny Patron Earth Magic to shield them. Stone shatters, but the air des stop short of drawing blood. It doesn¡¯t look good, though. The momentum has turned against us. The Harpy Matron alternates between sts of wind to keep Suka and me at bay and throwing air des at my helpless harem. Gabby¡¯s counterspells are too weak to do more than dampen the enemy¡¯s magic. It takes everything I have to protect them and stay alive. Then I see darkness gather in the sky above the Matron. The growing dark spot is in her blind spot, and I¡¯m not about to say anything. We continue our best to dodge and defend as the ck and sooty purple energy coalesces into strings that weave together into a crosshatch. I struggle to understand what¡¯s happening until the construct abruptly falls. The catches the Harpy Matron totally unawares. ¡°What?¡± Her wings tangle in the webbing and the big vulture crashes to the ground. I¡¯m up in a sh, Wolf Rushing, Blood Star in hand, dashing at the fallen avail before she can struggle free. I leap. I swing. ¡°Alex, wait!¡± 69. Nice 69. Nice ¡°Alex, wait!¡± Gale screams. I hesitate, Blood Star hovering a few inches from the vulture¡¯s beak. ¡°I know she¡¯s been mean, but she¡¯s still my Momma¡­¡± Damn, Gale is so sweet and innocent. I can¡¯t kill her mother before her eyes! Even if she did try to cut my harem to ribbons¡­ Spotting my internal conflict between finishing this and appeasing Gale, the Matron seizes on the opportunity. ¡°Let me make my case, human.¡± Frowning, I say against my better judgment, ¡°If you surrender.¡± She nods in agreement. *Subdued the Harpy Matron ¨C One Avian Mark!* The grotesque vulture granny shrinks before my eyes, contorting,pacting, and reshaping into a smaller, more feminine body with ck feathers. Slipping free of the, the Harpy Matron reverts to a humanoid form like Gale¡¯s with talons, wings, thighs, breasts, and ass. I hate to say it, and it really pains me to admit, but¡­ Gale¡¯s mom has got it going on. She¡¯s definitely taking advantage of Matron Longevity to stave off the worst signs of aging. I find crows feet on her face and stretch marks from numerous pregnancies on her waist, but I¡¯d be lying to im they detract from her sex appeal. She has huge, pendulous breasts that seem miraculously buoyant due to her third-tier equivalent of Harpy Lightweight. Her hips are wide, her thighs thick, her butt a soft cushion, and she has sexy love handles with her muffin top. A fluffy feather cor frames her appealing features. The Matron¡¯s lips are puffy and red as if she recently gave a blowjob; her eyes are downturned and sultry. ¡°Don¡¯t think that makes a difference to me.¡± It does, though. ¡°I haven¡¯t forgotten how many people you¡¯ve no doubt raped and eaten.¡± ¡°It¡¯s just survival, darling~¡± She tosses her long white hair and winks at me. My dick twitches involuntarily. ¡°I¡¯ll try not to get my feelings hurt you need more motivation to spare me.¡± She clears her throat and shifts her tone to something serious. ¡°I can give you Harpy Mountain.¡± I narrow my eyes. ¡°What¡¯s stopping me from taking it?¡± ¡°Nothing at all, darling! You¡¯re clearly strong enough, and I¡¯m sure you have the time and patience to wrangle an entire n of harpies single-handedly twenty-four seven.¡± Touch¨¦. ¡°Point taken. So, you want to be my ¡®middle manager?¡¯¡± ¡°New boss, same as the old boss, as they say. You saw my previous ¡®employer,¡¯ to maintain the metaphor, earlier today.¡± The Grand Harpy. ¡°Elder Grand w. Alright, what¡¯s stopping you from betraying me to this guy?¡± She smiles coquettishly and says, ¡°How can I betray you when you¡¯re going to kill him next time he visits, darling?¡± Damn. She¡¯s got me there. Either I kill Grand w, or I die trying. Talk about a deadline! Yeah, I won¡¯t be able to hide in the mountain again. I can¡¯t maintain control if I¡¯m on the run. Honestly, there¡¯s no point in her betraying me when all she needs to do is follow the winner¡¯s orders. If I lose, she¡¯ll me it all on me. A bit cold of her, but a pragmatic stance I can work with. I decide toy down thew and see if she balks. ¡°No more eating monsters, starting now. I¡¯ll return for surprise inspections periodically and severely punish any vitions. Present all your prisoners to me for evaluation. Also, whatever you¡¯re doing to evolve Bloodwings stops here. The Sirens are tentatively okay though¡­ And I want a messenger bird to ry further instructions as I see fit.¡± She nods without hesitation, surprising me. ¡°You¡¯ll have a mountain of angry harpies in short order, darling. They¡¯ll rebel or disperse no matter what I say or do once they¡¯re hungry and horny enough.¡± I¡¯m fully aware mymandments aren¡¯t going to be popr. ¡°How long do I have?¡± ¡°Oh, I¡¯d give them a week at best. After that, I¡¯ll be holding them down with my ws, and I only have two sets of those.¡± She flexes her talons to demonstrate. ¡°Anything else?¡± I wish I had something more to say, but that¡¯s all I can think of. ¡°No.¡± ¡°Alright, I¡¯ll fulfill all your requests loyally on one condition.¡± ¡°You think you¡¯re in a position to make demands?¡± ¡°I want you to consummate our bond as a Lord does with her Lady.¡± Of course, it had to be that. ¡°I¡¯d rather die than live celibate since you¡¯re taking all my cute toys away, so you can take the deal or kill me.¡± ¡°What¡¯s your name?¡± ¡°It¡¯s Aello, darling.¡± ¡°What do you think, Gale? You wanted me to spare her life. Is this alright with you?¡± ¡°Momma¡¯s not a bad person¡­¡± Megan and I give Gale some major side-eye, but the Harpy girl doesn¡¯t notice as she considers the situation. ¡°Momma is so thankful her baby bird vouched for her!¡± Aello goes in for a hug with her daughter, then presses her forehead to Gale¡¯s. ¡°How¡¯s your temperature? Are you feeling better? Did the mean Echidna force you to fly with that cough and fever?¡± Cough? Fever? Wait¡­ the reason Gale wasn¡¯t at the Celebration¡­ ¡°Momma, I,¡± Gale hesitates before pressing on, ¡°I wasn¡¯t actually sick.¡± The Harpy Matron gasps in shock. ¡°You lied to your mother???¡± She was genuinely fooled?!? And she cared enough to not make her daughter go through with being impregnated by Elder Grand w because the girl was under the weather, going so far as to lie to the fourth-tier monster. Like mother, like daughter, I guess. Both birdbrains, but sweet. Well, at least Aello has a soft spot for her direct offspring. Gale puffs out her cheeks, stomps her talons, and purses her lips in displeasure, then says, ¡°You¡¯re the one who was being mean! If I hadn¡¯t lied, you¡¯d have made me eat Megan!¡± The mouse girl steps into Gale¡¯s embrace, and the Harpy covers her lover with a protective wing. ¡°She¡¯s the cutest, prettiest, tastiest, most wonderful person in the world¡ªbesides Alex! I¡¯m going to marry this mouse, and I won¡¯t let you stop me!¡± The Matron eyes Megan up and down like a piece of meat. ¡°She does look tasty¡­¡± The mouse girl shrinks further behind Gale¡¯s shielding wing. ¡°No eating my wife!!!¡± Gale bops her mother softly on the head with her other wing. Aello shrugs as if suggesting, ¡®What can you do?¡¯ as she says, ¡°I wouldn¡¯t dream of it! Eating monsters was just ouwed in case you hadn¡¯t heard.¡± She winks at me, then returns her gaze to her daughter. ¡°And all the better if my baby bird somehow managed to catch the Echidna¡¯s eye. Mother doesn¡¯t mind sharing; in fact, I¡¯d love to give my precious chick a firsthand demonstration of how to please a cock.¡± Huge jiggling jugs press against tangerine tits as Aello leans into her daughter while delivering that final line. ¡°Hmm¡­¡± Gale ponders the offer a moment before responding sinctly, ¡°Okay!¡± The Matron turns to me with one wing around her daughter, ¡°There you have it. Let¡¯s do some family bonding~¡± ¡°Alex, please make Momma feel good like you did for Gale! I think she learned her lesson!¡± Oyakodon! Oyakodon!! Oyakodon!!! Ahem. Sighing, Iy a hand on Gale¡¯s head, pat her gently, and brush her hair as I give her a soft kiss. ¡°If my bride insists, I mustply. Oh, the things I do for love¡­¡± I never imagined some mother-daughter action would fall into myp so easily! ¡°¡­Alex! Why did a Wicked Weaver Webling help us? And how is she just standing there without causing chaos?¡± A what??? My attention is reluctantly ripped from a blissful scene to one of tense confusion by Gabby¡¯s concerned voice. A snarling Suka and Gabby, her Twisted Apprentice Rod held at the ready, standoff against a strange, yet familiar Webling. Her human half has luminescent purple eyes and pale blue skin with ck tattoo swirls. The markings on her four hands are so intricate they look like dark gloves from a distance. I see the modest chest she had aplex about has swollen to B-cups withrge, t nipples. The ck hair of her pixie cut has changed to the deepest shade of indigo. Her spider half¡¯s chitin is perfect ebony with scattered runes across the surface glowing sooty purple. I might¡¯ve mistaken her for a foreign monster if not for my heart-shaped mark on her belly. ¡°Hello, Vermillion. Did you miss Spindle?¡± ¡°A-Alex, how w-worried should I be r-right now?¡± Cottontail says as Spindle nuzzles her neck, the spider domme blissfully breathing the sub¡¯s scent while the bunny girl tenses at the proximity of two hypodermic needle teeth to her jugr veins. The once-tiny spider girl has grown six inches taller and apparently stronger. She¡¯s holding Cottontail tight in her grasp, one hand securing both of the bunny¡¯s wrists, two hands exploring a pale expanse of soft tummy and t chest, and her fourth hand gently cupping my favorite little coin purse. Her spider pedipalps have Cottontail secured as the ¡®little spoon,¡¯ pinning the bunny¡¯s bottom to her crotch. Each hand caresses and massages like an eager lover with no regard for the onlooking territorial predators. In other words, Spindle appears to be herself. ¡°Vermillion, did you see this bunny attack a Harpy Matron? What a fascinating creature, and such a pretty boy.¡± ¡°I-I¡¯m a girl, ma¡¯am.¡± Nice to see Cottontail standing up for herself! And to such an intimidating predator as well. ¡°Oh, Spindle apologies, sweet treat. She hates to offend. Yes, she only wishes to bring pleasure¡­¡± She squeezes Cottontail¡¯s balls to emphasize thatst word, eliciting a hot moan and writhing thighs instead of the pained yelp and struggles expected from testicr abuse. Even I didn¡¯t know Spindle¡¯s touch was that deft. ¡°She doesn¡¯t care whether she¡¯s ying with girls or boys, but she¡¯ll remember your preference. What¡¯s your name, Miss Sweet Treat?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t tell her anything!¡± Gabby warns. Suka growls and edges slightly closer to the dangerous spider. ¡°Cottontail!¡± calls a shrill, concerned voice. Before I can defuse the situation, Megan slips from her ce by Gale to rush to her sibling¡¯s aid. Spindle immediately skitters towards the unprotected Megan without loosening her grip on Cottontail, a discordant, cid expression on her face as she says, ¡°Vermillion, keep the little one away from me if you value her life.¡± I Wolf Rush forward without hesitation to snatch the mouse girl into my arms before anything can happen. Megan squirms to escape my grip, but the difference between our size and strength is too massive for her to affect me in the slightest. Brow furrowed, I say, ¡°Ordinarily, I¡¯d vouch for Spindle. I know her. She is acting strange after evolving but, if she hasn¡¯t hurt Cottontail so far, I don¡¯t think she will.¡± ¡°Vermillion¡¯s instincts are good, but her pet Goblin is absolutely correct to be wary of me,¡± the spider girl calmly states. ¡°Why don¡¯t you exin, Miss Goblin? You seempetent, even if your defense of this delicious morsel was ratherckluster.¡± Gabby¡¯s grip on her rod tightens, and she grinds her teeth in frustration, but she can¡¯t resist giving exposition. ¡°Wicked Weaver Weblings are Profaned corruptions of their original selves. They exist only to serve their demonic masters, spreading the taint of Profanity to as many victims as they can reach before being in. Even warring monster factions within a region will band together to extinguish an outbreak of corruption.¡± ¡°Precisely,¡± Spindle says with evident pride. ¡°So why the fuck did you help us?¡± Suka growls in her bestial form. ¡°It¡¯s true, any ordinary Webling would be no better than a mindless thrall in service to the one whose dark magic turned them.¡± The spider girl preens for her audience with a winning grin and eight smiling eyes. ¡°However, as you¡¯ll soon learn if you didn¡¯t already, Spindle is kind of amazing.¡± ¡°Malik¡­ died,¡± I realize aloud. ¡°Killing their master doesn¡¯t stop the corrupted in any text I¡¯ve read,¡± Gabby objects. Spindle nods. ¡°Correct again, Miss Goblin. If the bond to their corruptor is severed, control is ceded to their corruptor¡¯s corruptor in a chain reaching back to primordial chaos itself. However, there¡¯s a brief window of opportunity for an enterprising Webling to act during the change of custody where she¡¯s momentarily ownerless and free. Most Weblings would be too distressed watching the shattering of their mind within the prison of their body to capitalize on an opening if there even was one, but Spindle patiently observed the puppeteer strings rooting in her consciousness as they worked until she noticed something. ¡°The magical threads binding her require an anchor point, a ¡®name.¡¯ It¡¯s a nk space that is filled automatically in the course of evolution, reced ad hoc at the owner¡¯s death. Next, Spindle discovered a thread of Profane energy in this mark,¡± the spider girl proudly traces the heart shape of my Partner Tracker mark on her belly, ¡°And used her burgeoning ability to manipte dark forces,¡± she raises a hand, demonstrating said skill as her fingers leave sooty purple aura afterimages, ¡°Thusly linking her bindings to Vermillion.¡± ¡°You gave the Webling your full name???¡± Gabby asks me incredulously. I throw up an arm in frustration, my other arm clutching Megan protectively, ¡°She made it really sexy! What was I supposed to do?¡± ¡°You¡¯re lucky Vermillion was so generous with her name, or else Spindle would have already drained this precious, delectable girl dry.¡± The Webling kisses a terrified (and clearly horny, judging by her erection) Cottontail¡¯s neck for emphasis. ¡°Your monster instincts are that bad even with a benign controller?¡± Gabby wonders. Spindle chuckles like a demoness. ¡°This body has been perverted to spread corruption and drain vitality from those who resist.¡± She shes her now vampiric fangs and reveals arge purple phallus everting from a slit in her spider half¡¯s abdomen. ¡°The desire to do so is like releasing one''s held breath. An imperative need.¡± ¡°If you¡¯re not in control,¡± I start, petting Megan to reference the near-deadly ''attack'' we avoided, ¡°And I didn¡¯t give you orders¡­ Then I¡¯m with Gabby; how are you not rampaging right now?¡± She wags her finger at me, saying, ¡°Ah, ah, ah, but Vermillion did say something to Spindle not too long ago. You gave her permission to y with the Goblin, Wolf, Harpy, and Bunny. You said nothing about allowing me to harm them.¡± ¡°That¡¯s¡­ incredibly vague!¡± Gabby objects. ¡°Alex didn¡¯t specify our names or descriptions, did she? Those instructions aren¡¯t binding at all!¡± ¡°Umm¡­!¡± That was absolutely the wrong thing to say to put Cottontail¡¯s mind at ease. ¡°Alex!¡± Megan squirms in my arms again as if she can do anything to protect her sister. The spider girlughs again. ¡°Does Spindle have to keep reminding everyone she is amazing? If she weren¡¯t herself, she¡¯d have pounced on the mouse girl and drained her life before anyone could object. Binding a demon (even demonic spawn like myself) by verbal contract is impossible, no matter how convoluted the wording¡ªunless she is willingly bound. Vague instructions are all Spindle needs to y along.¡± I breathe a sigh of relief. It really is my little deviant in there. ¡°Then Spindle, Imand you not to harm mypanions, their families, humans, or any monsters unless they¡¯re obviously trying to kill us.¡± Like Spindle said, if she¡¯s willing to follow the spirit of my instruction instead of merely the letter of thew, I don¡¯t have to spend hours or days writing aprehensive list of specifics and contingencies to bind her. ¡°Ah-Ahh-Ahhhnnn!!! Yesss!!!¡± Spindle screams in ecstasy while grinding her crotch against Cottontail¡¯s bottom and clutching the bunny girl¡¯s soft assets and balls. ¡°I¡¯ll have what she¡¯s having,¡± Aello quips. The spider girl pants heavily as shees down from her iprehensible high while the others watch her with raised eyebrows. Then she turns to me with a lolling tongue and an ahegao expression, hands cupping her face, fingers haphazardly toying with her lips, ¡°Spindle can always count on you to deliver, Vermillion. These urges to kill and corrupt¡­ denying them is like erotic asphyxiation and orgasm-edging rolled into one! Being unable to fulfill this body¡¯s core purpose is driving Spindle wild, heightening her senses, and making her so, so horny! It¡¯s better than she could¡¯ve imagined! The day you finally turn her loose on an enemy will be an unparalleled climax!¡± ¡°¡­Okay,¡± I set Megan down. ¡°I know she seems a bit odd, but she literally belongs to me at this point, so please, everyone, get along.¡± I bow my head in apology to Gabby and Suka for forcing them to deal with this irredeemable pervert. 70. Returning Home 70. Returning Home ¡°With that settled, we can resume our¡­ romantic affair?¡± Aello sidles up to me, unting herrge breasts like the horny bird she is by squishing them against my armor. ¡°Momma! We need a nest, remember? ¡®No sex outside the nest.¡¯ That¡¯s what you told Gale, and she¡¯s been a good girl this whole time!¡± ¡°¡­Ah, yes, momma did say that, didn¡¯t she? Well, human, where were you taking my daughter?¡± Like a good wife, I turn to my primary spouse. ¡°Gabby, we have a guest and some new tenants; is it alright if I¡­?¡± My Goblin bride is a little miffed with me, but that¡¯s offset by smugness at her impending win in the bet she made with Suka. ¡°Go ahead, Alex. Do what you have to while we finish¡­ Dinner! The roast! Suka, mount up!¡± The Cinderwolf approaches the green-skinned magic user from behind at a run, snout ducking between her legs to let the Goblin¡¯s ample rear slide onto her shoulders while breaking into a sprint. ¡°If my roast is burnt because of this overgrown pigeon, you¡¯re next on the spit!¡± Gabby calls over her shoulder, pointing at Aello. ¡°What¡­ charmingpanions you have,¡± the Matron says, choosing a diplomatic approach. I nod, Gabby having once again proved herself the most brazen Goblin I¡¯ve ever met. This is my first time experiencing ¡®Homemaker Gabby,¡¯ though, and she¡¯s even scarier than normal. ¡°I was going to have Gale make her nest next to the hut in the middle of Fuzzy Field.¡± ¡°That¡¯ll take forever,¡± Gale pouts, clearly impatient to skip to the fun part. ¡°Don¡¯t fret, baby bird,¡± Aello assures as she takes off into the air. ¡°Momma will take care of it.¡± Apparently, she¡¯s as or more eager than Gale because the Matron shoots into the sky in the hut¡¯s direction. ¡°W-wait, Momma! Help?¡± That¡¯s not Gale¡¯s voice¡­ I turn my attention to the source of the melodious pleas. It¡¯s Lucinia, the Lesser Siren who stayed to fight. After approaching her fallen form, I get a look at what I¡¯m dealing with. Despite being a casualty of battle, she took rtively minor damage from the crystal-blood darts. Aside from a few scattered feathers, the woman is clearly rattled from her fall, gingerly holding what looks like a sprained wing. A few spatters of blood from cuts and scrapes speckle her body. A nce at the nearby motionless bodies reveals the Bloodwings were not so fortunate. Lucinia has an aquiline nose, smooth features, and creamy skin. Her hair is long and ck, though her wings are in brown, and the feathers on her abdomen are pale beige. However, striking blue feathers gleam on her throat like jewelry. Like Canary, her best features are her Double-D¡¯s, but Lucinia¡¯s nipples are especially puffy and suckable. I¡¯m taking everything with a grain of salt, however, because I¡¯m very much an ass-woman, and Sirens have a sad, chronic case of bird-butt. 6/10 ¡°P-please, don¡¯t kill me¡­¡± I turn to my Harpy bride. ¡°Gale, did this monster bully you or anything in the past?¡± Lucinia silently begs Gale with watery eyes and a trembling lip. The Harpy girl ponders, then shakes her head. ¡°Lucinia sings for the Chicklins sometimes. I like her voice.¡± ¡°It seems like karma is working hard for you today,¡± I say as I scoop the magically lightweight bird woman into my arms. ¡°O-oh! Thank you, thank you, thank you~!¡± Lucinia says, turning from me to Gale and back as she expresses gratitude at my mercy. The Siren wraps her good wing around my neck, both hugging me despite the armor and holding on for the ride. ¡°Technically, you¡¯re my subordinate starting today. I¡¯ve never been a boss before, but I¡¯m thinking my leadership style will mostly be delegating jobs and the distribution of clemency. You fought against me but stayed by your Matron¡¯s side¡­ unlike a certain other Lesser Siren who¡¯s in big trouble. With that in mind, I¡¯ll have your wounds tended to, and you can spend the night with us.¡± ¡°Yay, sleepover!¡± Gale celebrates. ¡°You¡¯re too generous, Mdy.¡± ¡°Stop it; I¡¯m immune topliments.¡± I¡¯m not, though. I can¡¯t help feeling happy about myself after sparing the life of a cute monster. ¡°Spindle, the rodent siblings are being awfully quiet. You¡¯re being good, right?¡± I say before turning around. ¡°She¡¯ll have you know she is the very picture of restraint!¡± Spindle says, already most of the way through Shibari-tying Cottontail and Megan after having gagged them. Their wide, frantic eyes show they didn¡¯t necessarily agree to this. ¡°At least wait until we¡¯re home. And please, make sure their normal partners are around when you y with them until they¡¯ve gotten used to you. I¡¯m sure you know predator-y with a strange monster can be very stressful without a loved one nearby.¡± The spider girl idly caresses her captives with all four hands but refrains from touching their erogenous zones for now. ¡°Spindle will be considerate.¡± ¡°Wow, that looks fun! Can I try? Well, I have a date with Momma and Alex, but maybeter?¡± Gale says after admiring the ropework on Megan. She has the fearlessness of blind trust around the corrupted spider girl. Megan might be begging for assistance with her eyes, but the Harpy girl is far too dense to correctly interpret such subtle bodynguage (especially with the mouse girl¡¯s nipples erect and her pussy dripping with anticipation; being tied up by a sexy domme tends to have that effect). ¡°A budding enthusiast? Of course, Spindle would love to show a beautiful bird such as yourself the many benefits of bondage after your date.¡± Gale is a bit too straightforward for roley, but I don¡¯t doubt the two of them will have fun with suspended positions. I¡¯m confident Megan will learn to love it too once the prey-panic wears off. My heart is light with relief on our walk home. My girls are hitting it off! ¡°Mph, mmph!¡± Cottontail and Megan say through their gags.
¡°Wow, look at Momma go!¡± Gale exims before pping over to get a closer look. As we approach the hut, Aello¡¯s work is widely evident. The grass is shaved low around Gabby¡¯s residence with the trimmings borne through the air on invisible currents of wind. Our Harpy Matron hovers in the sky above the hut while directing breezes with beats of her wings as if using telekinesis. She uses air des to cut, and her control is fine enough to weave the nest remotely. A sizable structure appears before our eyes as the grass seems to fall into ce. It has about the same square footage as the hut. ¡°Dura confuse. Wat birds doin wit nest on ground?¡± The Ogress stands outside the hut watching the construction with a furrowed brow. ¡°You¡¯re back!¡± I exim, happy to see Dura return to honor our bargain from yesterday. ¡°She¡¯s been waiting here for a few hours,¡± Suka says while leaning against the doorframe in humanoid form. ¡°Heard about the Matron attack same time as Gabby and me, but decided you were a big girl.¡± ¡°Dura promise bear Alex spawn, not fight Alex battles.¡± Oh, so that¡¯s how it is? ¡°Not trying to get out of our deal, are you?¡± The Ogress grins, showing her shrunken yet still impressively sharp tusks, and pats her stomach. ¡°Alex no live, she no d¡¯serve put baby in belly. Also, Dura horny. Hurry up get pregnant, so Dura use pussy again. Dura only has mouth and butt to feel good waiting fill promise.¡± It¡¯s good she¡¯s following the letter of the deal, but I¡¯m frustrated she¡¯s been lending out her ass for use. There¡¯s no point just taking Potent Sperm or Bunny Patron Induce Ovtion to get her pregnant. I want to thoroughly addict her to sex with me before fulfilling our arrangement. That, and I want to ensure she doesn¡¯t fuck anyone besides me and my harem. I need to Tame her for real this time. ¡°Spindle will be taking these two inside,¡± the spider girl says with Cottontail and Megan in her arms as she brushes past Suka, bumping the Cinderwolf with her hip and throwing a scorching look over her shoulder at the wolf girl. Dura raises an eyebrow at the interaction. Suka swallows audibly, her tough-girl act thrown off by the tante-on. ¡°I¡¯m¡­ going inside.¡± She disappears into the hut, only to duck back out to pass on a message, ¡°Dinner will be ready by the time you¡¯re through with them, Alex.¡± Despite my photosynthesis, breakfast was a long time ago. My stomach grumbles, but I¡¯ve got the energy to finish things out here. ¡°Well, Dura, I have a previous engagement to take care of first,¡± I say, nodding towards the Harpy Matron. ¡°You¡¯re wee to watch, though.¡± Let her stew in her horniness for a while. She can work herself up before we get started, plus it gives me a few more minutes to n. ¡°Fine. Dura wait.¡± The Ogress¡¯s gaze drifts to the girl in my arms. ¡°You go¡¯n fuck dat too?¡± Lucinia blushes at the suggestion but doesn¡¯t presume to voice her opinion while her betters are talking. I look at the bird woman in contemtion while she refuses to meet my gaze and swallows nervously. She¡¯s more than a little cute like this¡­ I¡¯m considering a revision of my earlier rating. ¡°Hmm, at some point, probably.¡± Lucinia¡¯s blush deepens to scarlet, her expression torn between lusty eagerness and what I realize is intimidation at my presence. I scared off Canary with a few words and defeated a Harpy Matron, after all. I have to admit, her tinge of fear makes me feel like a bad bitch with a big swinging hog. The influx of Big Dick Energy is a wee boost to my pride and warms me to the Siren by a few degrees. Something stirs beneath my armor, and I feel my clothes dissipate as Flou extracts herself to form a bunny-eared furry blob beside me. ¡°It seems like you don¡¯t need my help anymore today, Alex,¡± the Fuzzy Slime says. ¡°No offense, but I¡¯d rather make sure Cottontail and Megan are okay than watch you fuck the birds.¡± ¡°None taken,¡± I reply. ¡°Familyes first. All I ask is that you remember Megan has strong feelings for Gale. Depending on how officially you want to count their vows, they¡¯re basically in an open marriage. That ¡®bird¡¯ I¡¯m fucking is practically family.¡± The Fuzzy Slime shifts in ce and burbles to herself. ¡°Maybe you¡¯re right. It¡¯s difficult thinking about other monster types as family, though. But, if Megan is serious about that bird, I may have to ept it.¡± ¡°Take this bird with you as well, please.¡± I offer a deathly still Lesser Siren to the deadly carnivorous Slime morphing into a cushion with legs to ept her. Lucinia saw what Flou did to the Bloodwings; we both know all too well that ¡®cushion¡¯ could grow teeth in an instant. ¡°Tell Gabby I want her wounds tended.¡± ¡°Will do,¡± Flou epts my instructions with grace and waddles inside the hut with her passenger in tow. Then I feel something wet trickle down my leg. ¡°Seriously?¡± Olindia slithers out of me and reforms her Large Pink Jellyfish Slime bodyplete with an oversized dress that barely hides her nips. She puffs up her ample chest and says, ¡°Welp, I think I earned a little rxation after saving your life twice and helping in those fights. All in a day¡¯s work, and whatnot.¡± ¡°Hmm, I can¡¯t argue you held up your end of the bargain.¡± I pat her on the head and brush her jelly-hair affectionately. ¡°Thanks.¡± Olindia blushes neon pink and blinks her downturned eyes at me in surprise. ¡°W-w-wha?¡± ¡°Yep, good job today. y nice, take turns with the other dommes, and be polite. Other than that, have at ¡®em.¡± ¡°G-g-good job? Good¡­ job? I don¡¯t remember anybody ever said nothin¡¯ like that to me before. Even thinking back so far it makes my head hurt¡­ ¡®Lazy git,¡¯ yep. ¡®Useless lump,¡¯ yeah. But she told me, ¡®Good job,¡¯ huh¡­?¡± Olindia wanders into the hut while muttering to herself in a state of confusion mixed with hesitant pride and a demure smile on her lips. I scratch my head. Was it something I said? ¡°Ben busy,¡± Dura looks at the hut and back, eyeing me up and down. ¡°No Gabby this time keep watch Alex bute back safe with many baby-makers and ves. Start¡¯n n?¡± ¡°Um¡­?¡± I hadn¡¯t really thought about it like that, besides arguing semantics. When I have so many of my girls in the same ce, it¡¯s starting to look a little impressive, huh? Between this spot in Fuzzy Field, the onught of newbornsing in a few months, and my new dominion over Harpy Mountain, a n isn¡¯t out of the question, is it? ¡°Yeah, I guess.¡± She smirks at me. ¡°Long way from challenge Bruke.¡± I give her a steely grin, ¡°We¡¯ll see about that.¡± 71. Oyakodon! (R-18) 71. Oyakodon! (R-18) ¡°~Darling, the nest is ready~!¡± Aello calls. ¡°Alex, hurry up! It¡¯s time to fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!!¡± ¡°Duty calls,¡± I quip, saluting Dura as I leave the Ogress waiting on me. Gale¡¯s new nest is arge bed of soft, freshly cut grass. Two feathery beauties kneel on it side by side as I approach, the white-haired Aello preening her daughter¡¯s blue-and-green locks. ¡°You need to look your best for the Echidna, baby bird.¡± ¡°But, Momma, we¡¯ve already done it!¡± ¡°Well, second impressions are almost as important.¡± The Matron gives her daughter an encouraging hug, Aello¡¯s magically buoyant boobs pleasantly pressing against Gale¡¯s modest mammaries. ¡°I want to thank you, darling, for your mercy and for honoring our arrangement. I¡¯ll work hard to make it good for you~¡± She winks at me. ¡°You¡¯re both so pretty I can¡¯t help feeling lucky to have a flower for each arm¡­ or, rather,¡± I unsummon my armor and my twin members flop into open air, already erect and eager to sample two generations of pussy. ¡°For each rod.¡± The younger Harpy doesn¡¯t try to restrain herself in the slightest. She meets my gaze briefly to sh a smile at me before hungrily pouncing on my cock. ¡°Mmm, Alex tastes so good, Momma.¡± Gale makes up for herck of technique with sheer enthusiasm. She crams as much of me inside as she can fit before gagging, barely bothering to catch her breath before going at it again while trying to go deeper on each attempt. The Harpy girl happily slobbers all over my shaft, thers my length with her tongue, and grips my girth with her grinning lips. It feels great, and it¡¯s fun watching Gale slowly learn through trial and error. ¡°You give head like amon Gobbo, baby. Watch a mistress work her magic.¡± The Matron gives me bedroom eyes as she takes my cock with sensual patience. Plump lips experimentally brush the soft spicules of my reptilian member, sending shivers up my spine. Grinning with devious insight, Aello takes me into the cavern of her mouth without touching me, then delicately scrapes her lips along my length as she withdraws. ¡°Ngh!¡± My dicks bounce as my muscles involuntarily twitch. Gale watching her mother and my reaction, then decides to do her best job copying the method. The two avian hotties eye each other while both lightly ying with my rods. ¡°Oh, ahn, wow,¡± I say as I run the fingers of one hand through Gale¡¯s hair. My other hand dips to fondle Aello¡¯s sulent jubblies. ¡°You like these?¡± The Matron teases as she pulls away from my meat to stare down at her impressive chest. She doesn¡¯t wait for me to answer. Instead, she plunges my cock deep into her throat in one go, her tongue circling my shaft and painting me with her saliva. She withdraws from my dripping dick before bringing her bounteous breasts to bear. My rod slips into a valley between two creamy mountains that ends in the tunnel of her ¡®o¡¯ shaped lips. Aello bounces her boobs on my member while drooling and spitting onto herself, further lubricating the slippery slope of her chest. Her lips suck, and her tongue licks my tip while she works her mammaries on my length with her upper arms. ¡°Ugh, uh, ahn!¡± I bite my lip while watching my lover and her lovely mother devour my dicks. ¡°Oh, let me try!¡± Seeing the effectiveness of the Matron¡¯s technique, Gale excitedly spits out my cock and rubs her chest against my shaft¡¯s underside. She frowns while trying to squeeze her tangerine-sized tits around my girth with her wings. It¡¯s a losing battle. ¡°Momma, no fair! You¡¯re way bigger¡­¡± Gale res at her sporty bosom in betrayal. ¡°Fu-fu-fu, you didn¡¯t expect to win a battle of breasts with your mother, did you?¡± Aello momentarily stops blowing me to gloat over her chest-tacr victory. But Gale has a stroke of genius I¡¯d never have expected from my sweet birdbrain¡ªshe immediately changes tactics to use the one weapon at her disposal that canpete with the Matron¡¯s jugs. ¡°Grrr, I won¡¯t lose to Momma!¡± Gale flips around and sticks her ass in the air, catching me like a hotdog between her bodacious buns. She starts twerking with her impressive assets to give me a memorable butt-job. ¡°Gale is best girl! I¡¯ll make Alex cum first!¡± ¡°My baby bird is such a clever girl; well, Momma won¡¯t lose so easily.¡± The Harpy Matron redoubles her paizuri speed, shaking her tits with abandon while slurping my shaft. Gale¡¯s tailfeathers and Aello¡¯s hair tickle my crotch and tummy. What a glorious sight! Two sets of beautiful bouncing orbs jostle for position as they pleasure me simultaneously. I¡¯m struck by the realization that boobs and butts aren¡¯t so different after all. One doesn¡¯t have to decide between ass and titties. Especially when one has two dicks. ¡°Mmm, fuck,¡± I sigh in breathless delight, skin flushed, my heart beating faster. My eyes dart back and forth between the splendid breasts on my right and the plush rump on my left, not settling on either. Aello takes that as a challenge. Refusing to take second ce, the Matron alternates between deepthroating me and smooshing her mammaries around me each time she lifts her head. It¡¯s a service that has me clenching my fists as pressure builds inside. Gale looks over her shoulder to see what¡¯s going on, taking in her mother¡¯s debauchery and my blissful expression with a nce. She arches her spine, altering the angle of our alignment. My handes up on its own,nding on Gale¡¯s cheek to spread her buttocks and reveal my tip knocking at her backdoor. ¡°My brothers say they like sticking it in butts, so¡­¡± The Harpy girl thrusts her pucker onto my spit-slick spear with fearless fervor, mming her butt down to the hilt in one go. ¡°Alex!!!¡± I hiss through my teeth, grab Aello by the hair, take Gale by the hip, and simultaneously ass-fuck the daughter while face-fucking the mother. I pull the mother and daughter duo hard onto my rod, raise them both up, and plunge them both down again and again. p-smack-p-smack-p-smack! ¡°Ah-ah-ahhhn!¡± I cry. My toes curl in the soft grass as ecstasy racks my being and I explode inside them. Cum spurts deep into Gale¡¯s ass and down her mother¡¯s throat, both orifices guzzling my seed with gusto. I deliver load after load until a stream of cream escapes the corner of Aello¡¯s lips, a modest squirt bursts from the Matron¡¯s nose, and then she pulls from my grasp to catch her breath¡ªtaking one jet after another all over her face and chest. I paint her face white and cum on those luscious, weightless tatas. Gale keeps her ass pressed tight against me until her belly visibly distends with my seed. When the spasms of my pleasure finally subside, she slides off my shaft andnds on the grass in the fetal position clutching her swollen stomach. ¡°So¡­ full,¡± she says with a fucked-silly grin, her gaping anus leaking cream. ¡°I¡¯ll never be hungry again.¡± I fall to my knees, spent and satisfied. ¡°So much seed,¡± Aello marvels at her dripping front. ¡°I¡¯d heard Echidna were impossibly virile, but this¡­¡± ¡°Heh, heh, food baby,¡± Gale recovers enough to straighten and prods her tummy with her wings, ying with the small bulge. Then she looks up at Aello. ¡°Momma! Look how much you wasted!¡± The Harpy girl assaults her mother, dutifully licking my cream from the Matron¡¯s face, throat, and pendulous breasts before delivering the cheek-bulging mouthful with a surprise kiss. Aello¡¯s eyes widen as she¡¯s fed like a baby bird by her own daughter. Then the elder Harpy melts into her precious girl¡¯s embrace, sharing my seed in a sloppy make-out session. I clean off my left shaft with some conjured water and start masturbating both cocks back to life while watching the show. Aello presses her lips to Gale¡¯s throat, cor, and breast. The younger Harpy girl eagerly hops onto her mother, pushing the maturedy onto her back. Both of them sprawl on the grass one atop the other, breasts sandwiched together, wings and legs spreadeagled. Their mons press against one another, blue-green pubic hair mingling with white, and their clits kiss. Two marvelous muffs and tantalizing honey tunnels are inches apart. One is a pristine m of a slit, the other a lewd oyster with ruffledbial lips, already drooling and slightly gaping to present an aroused cervix. ¡°That¡¯s it, baby, show darling your pretty pussy with Momma.¡± ¡°Alex, show Momma how great your cock is like you did for Megan and me!¡± I¡¯m instantly rock-hard. Approaching with a dick in either hand, I align each shaft¡¯s tip with mother and daughter cunt entrances. Gale¡¯s channel is tight but rxes to ept me after a moment¡¯s prodding. She¡¯s no longer a virgin with an unyielding pussy, but that¡¯s all for the good in my book. The Matron¡¯sher hole engulfs my cock like soft butter, taking all of me without resistance. Then the velvet grip of Aello¡¯s Kegel muscles closes around my shaft like a fist. Surprised, I meet the Matron¡¯s smug gaze with my own. ¡°Thought you¡¯d barely feel anything with a pussy that¡¯s pushed out as many eggs as mine? Well, I hope you¡¯re pleasantly disappointed.¡± That I am. ¡°Alex, yes, you¡¯re filling me up! Now give it to us hard!¡± ¡°Ask and ye shall receive,¡± I say as I pull out to my tips, the soft bristles of my reptilian members sending ripples of liquid pleasure through me as they brush both pussies. ¡°Ahn! What a unique texture!¡± ¡°You¡¯re turning me inside out, Alex!¡± ¡°Damn, you¡¯re both fucking tight.¡± I grab Aello¡¯s motherly love handles for leverage and thrust into her and Gale together. The impact squishes their breasts together and mashes their clits against one another. My Harpy duo hug with their wings as their talons dig into the nest. I love watching Gale¡¯s butt bounce beneath those colorful tailfeathers as I m into her rear over and over. Aello¡¯s huge boobs spill out around Gale¡¯s narrower chest and jiggle as we move. ¡°Ah, ahh!¡± ¡°Fuck, fuck, fuck!¡± Two cocks double the sensations, but my climax doesn¡¯te in half the time. Instead, it builds to twice the height of intensity, tension mounting in my torso like a rubber band stretched to the limit. My fingers dig for purchase into the sweet flesh of the Harpy Matron¡¯s waist. My dicks stretch the girls¡¯ cunts as I push deeper. Our thighs p to the music of sex. Gale arches and squirms, thrusting herself against me in time to the beat while tribbing against her mother¡¯shers. ¡°Doesn¡¯t Alex feel amazing, Momma? Ahn, yes!! Remember, Gale is the one who found Alex! Momma, didn¡¯t Gale do good?¡± ¡°Momma is so proud of you, baby! You¡¯re a very good girl!¡± The Harpy Matron kisses her daughter on the lips, and I watch as their tongues intertwine. The expression of incestuous love is enough to snap the tension inside me, and I start to cum. ¡°Fuuuck!¡± ¡°¡°Ahhhnnn!!!¡±¡± I shout as I pound both pussies harder and faster than ever, making both girls scream in ecstasy as jets of cream paint their insides white. *Impregnation Automatically Seeds with a Matron ¨C One Male Breeder Mark!* My legs need a break while I recover from that high, so I sit in ce, slipping from Gale and Aello¡¯s cream-stuffed tunnels with a wet double-schlorp. Aftershock twitches shoot another load of spunk onto Gale¡¯s butt cheeks and dribble into her crack. I sigh in contentment, and my girls do the same. ¡°Mmm, the afterglow of fertilization is the best¡­ So, the rumors were true; I¡¯m d that thing works despite you smelling female.¡± ¡°Momma, you can tell when you¡¯re pregnant!?? Why not me, huh? Gale has been a good girl, so why? Why? Why???¡± Gale rolls off her mother to kneel beside her and pout. Sorry, Gale. Women have been asking that question throughout history. If it¡¯s not your time of the month, there¡¯s nothing a girl can do about it. Unless you¡¯re me, but I¡¯m not saying that. ¡°Aello, I kind of expected you to already have ¡®a bun in the oven.¡¯¡± The Matron struggles to a kneeling position, her thighs still showing post-orgasmic twitches. ¡°You¡¯re lucky, Elder Grand w was too worked up from finding an Echidna to fuck me. He alwaysins about how ¡®loose¡¯ my pussy is, but he can never resist filling it when he visits. That¡¯s how Gale was born, after all.¡± The question of her origin distracts the young Harpy from her disappointment. ¡°Really, Momma? Gale is an Elder¡¯s daughter?¡± Going by how many female Harpies that feathery asshole impregnates, I¡¯m more surprised she¡¯s Aello¡¯s biological daughter. I bet the majority of Harpies on the mountain call the Matron ¡®momma¡¯ without it being literal. ¡°Ah, thanks again, darling, that hit the spot. It¡¯ll tide me over for at least a little while. Long enough to deliver your instructions to all my babies and prevent any unfortunate ¡®idents¡¯ before they have time to learn the new rules.¡± ¡°Do you have to leave, Momma?¡± Gale whines. ¡°I wanted to see Alex stick it in your butt next!¡± Yeah, unfortunately, Aello can¡¯t stay for the orgy. I couldn¡¯t forgive myself if someone cool like Gretta died because I kept the Matron from delivering my instructions in a timely manner. Screwing her immediately was simply us sealing our pact. ¡°She has to go stop your brothers and sisters from eating any more of Megan¡¯s cousins, Gale.¡± ¡°Oh, right! That¡¯s important, too!¡± The Matron embraces Gale and gives her daughter another lewd kiss. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, baby bird, Momma will return as soon as darling figures out how to keep all my babies from rioting.¡± Okay, yep, finding alternate food sources is at the top of my list. My cocks will fall off trying to fill that many bellies! Aello gives me onest appraising look before returning her gaze to Gale. ¡°And, baby, you¡¯re a big girl now. A fully grown Harpydy, even if you¡¯re not pregnant yet. Only fledglings have to obey the ¡®sex only in the nest¡¯ rule.¡± ¡°Really, Momma?!? I can fuck wherever I want now!?!¡± ¡°Yes, baby. Go wild.¡± ¡°Yay!!!¡± Yay, indeed. 72. Dual with Dura 72. Dual with Dura I watch Aello return to Harpy Mountain with a reluctant smile. Maybe it¡¯s a fault of mine, but I can¡¯t hold a woman¡¯s crimes against her after getting to know her sexually and impregnating her with my spawn. Yes, she¡¯s a monster, and yes, she ate a lot of people, but I don¡¯t mind making Aello pay her debt to civilized society by bearing my offspring as long as she stays ¡®monster vegan.¡¯ I did have the presence of mind to ask for a flight of Harpiese sunrise. They¡¯ll be useful as messengers, scouts, or transport from now on. ¡°Okay, Alex, have fun on your date with the bigdy. I¡¯m going inside to check on Megan. See you in a bit!¡± With that, Gale heads inside the hut, no longer bound by a restriction to stay in the nest while pursuing pleasure. It¡¯s just me and Dura now. First, though, let me take care of some things. *Breeder Marks ¨C Four (Male), None (Female)!* Paternal Malleability I (II - 3) Paternal Customization (3) Paternal Inheritance I Paternal Seminal Control Volume Qualities Spawn Attributes Paternal Seminal Potency Sustenance Sperm Lure Partner Tracker Partner Map Partner Brand Distress Call Maternal Ovarian Control Maternity Ward Create Womb Seed Maternal Fetus Protection Maternal Brand Fast-Maturing Spawn Maternal Inheritance I Maternal Fast-Gestation I Maternal Mammary Control and Potency Sustenance Pacification Allure *Selected Partner Brand!* No idea what it does, but anything that binds my girls closer to me makes sense. I might not use it if applying the ¡®brand¡¯ causes excessive pain, though¡­ I don¡¯t intend to be a ve owner! *Selected Paternal Seminal Control!* *Choose one* Volume Qualities Spawn Attributes *Selected Qualities!* Having chosen this ability, vague possibilities begin trickling into my mind. This magic allows me to control the nature of my semen to an extent: viscosity, vor, etc. Mostly a cosmetic thing and a quality-of-life improvement, but I have a feeling there may be practical applications. *Selected Paternal Seminal Potency!* *Choose one* Sustenance Sperm Lure *Selected Lure!* My n is toe at Dura from multiple angles. I intend to make her promise to stay loyal to me, but also do everything I can to make myself her ideal partner and generally irresistible. It¡¯s easier to keep a promise backed by genuine feelings, after all. Lastly¡­ *Avian Marks ¨C Two* Harpy Sight Harpy Wings Bloodwing Air-Dodge Harpy Tailfeathers Harpy Matron Form Harpy Matron Fertility Harpy Matron Longevity Harpy Talons Harpy Lightweight Harpy Matron Lightweight Harpy Air Magic Harpy Matron Air Magic Lesser Siren Voice Lesser Siren Enchanting Melody Lesser Siren Charm Resistance Bloodwing Blood Magic Harpy/Bloodwing Cock No use trying to justify anything but the obvious. *Selected Harpy Air Magic!* *Selected Harpy Matron Air Magic!* A few moments of experimentation allow me to produce powerful gusts of wind, and even air des. New ranged attack get! ¡°Done y¡¯n? Ready fuck?¡± Dura the Ogress watches me with her fists on her hips. Then her nose twitches as she huffs a new scent in the air. *Sniff, sniff¡­* Her eyes fall on my cocks as the source of the aroma, and she licks her lips with yearning, butposes herself at thest minute. ¡°Alexy down, Dura mount.¡± Interesting. Lure is definitely working, but she seems intent on moving this along to fulfill the letter of our agreement. If I remember Gabby¡¯s exnation correctly, in the Ogre Fen, cunnilingus is a ¡®masculine¡¯ act of domination while fetio is ¡®feminine¡¯ and submissive. Dura only sucked my dickst time because she needed to fill her belly before evolving. Ordinarily, I¡¯d love to watch a big girl¡¯s breasts bounce while she does all the work. In this case, though, I know it¡¯s a power-move to put me in a submissive position. While I don¡¯t mind role-reversal or ying submissive in a consensual encounter, I¡¯ll lose my grip on the situation with Dura if I let her walk all over me. ¡°Aren¡¯t you hungry?¡± I ask while fondling my reptilian cocks suggestively. ¡°I¡¯ve got plenty of cream to share¡­¡± The Ogress¡¯ tummy rumbles, betraying her needs, but she isn¡¯t willing to bend this time. She shakes her head. ¡°Dura promise make baby. Alexy down for Dura mount.¡± My idea crystallizes as I make my move. ¡°How about we make this interesting? The two of us fight, and the winner gets to enjoy the loser however they wish.¡± ¡°Hmm.¡± Dura seems interested, but hesitant. I run my hands over my curves, highlighting my breasts and assets. ¡°Didn¡¯t you have fun with my bodyst time? If you win, you could drink my milk, eat my pussy, and ride my cocks to your heart¡¯s content.¡± Her gaze caresses my skin with burning desire and drool leaks from the corner of her mouth. If I previously assumed Dura a half-wit, that notion is dispelled by the shrewd look she suddenly gives me. ¡°Why Alex want so bad? Not think humans like Ogress.¡± Dura looks down at herself as if to confirm she hasn¡¯t suddenly evolved into another monster type and flexes her biceps while wearing nothing but her fur bikini top and rag loin cloth. She¡¯s ten feet of capital ¡®W¡¯ Woman, heavy breasts, shapely curves, and big, hard muscles. Maybe not the image of ideal female beauty to ancient humans, but I agree to disagree with that opinion. ¡°Mmm, believe me, I¡¯ll thoroughly revel in my victory, but I do have something else I want. If I win, you¡¯ll promise to only have sex with me and my harem.¡± The Ogress frowns. ¡°Dura won¡¯ lose.¡± Got her! ¡°Then you can fully enjoy me whenever youe to visit without objections.¡± ¡°Gabby agree this?¡± ¡°There¡¯s plenty of me to go around. She¡¯s already happy to share me with the others. Our arrangement won¡¯t interfere with my wifely responsibilities.¡± ¡°Hrm. Gabby mad if Dura hurt squishy human.¡± Smiling to myself, I propose the following, ¡°We¡¯ll restrict summoned items.¡± The Ogress¡¯ club is an impressive weapon but I¡¯m not removing it from y out of fear. ¡°No weap¡¯ns?¡± Dura nods. ¡°Only fist?¡± I nod in return, holding up my arm as a visual aid. ¡°Only punching until one of us yields. I don¡¯t want either of us getting too hurt to fuck.¡± The Ogress punches her palm and grins at me. ¡°Dura ep¡¯.¡± We square off in Gabby¡¯s front yard. I¡¯m sweating a little bit despite my n. While I¡¯ve fought third-tier monsters before and she¡¯s only second-tier, this won¡¯t be a pic. I had help during those previous encounters. This time, I¡¯m going solo. She cracks her knuckles. ¡°Alex stronger denst time?¡± I shake my head, ¡°No, but I picked up some tricks along the way.¡± Thrusting my arms into the ground, I stand wearing stone gauntlets. Dura looks at my arms coated in heavy rock and grins as she lunges for me. ¡°Now dis a fight!¡± Our fists collide with a loud p of impact and a *crack* that echoes across the field. My stone fist starts to crumble along fracture lines spiderwebbing from where they hit Dura¡¯s knuckles. With an exertion of will, the cracks retreat along their paths as I fuse the broken gauntlet whole again. This won''t be easy, but this means I can go toe to toe with an Ogre! I have three Swarm Slime Multitasking focuses, one for my gauntlets, one using Fast Learner to optimize my fighting style, and one to cycle through my magic. Backpedaling from Dura''s next punch, I weave a ball of smoky darkness. While the Imp''s advanced spell work is currently beyond me, conjuring whisps of blinding shadowy energyes naturally. I toss the inky orb at the Ogress'' face. Dura blocks the projectile with her forearm and a short-lived burst of obscuring ckness interrupts line of sight. I take advantage of the distraction to Wolf Rush forward andnd a jab to her stomach. "Oof!" Dura sounds more surprised than hurt as my stone-coated fist digs into her bare midriff. Her hand hunts me through the fading fog to grab my shoulder. Predator Sense res hot. "Shit," I say as her ham-sized fist hurtles my way. Stone gauntlets raised in defense shatter on impact as I stumble away. In terms of both offense and defense, Ogres are nothing to scoff at. Dura proves smarter than the average Ogress as well when she dodges my next shadow ball. No! She crouches under it and snakes out her foot to sweep my legs as I go in for a blindside strike. My back hits the ground with a thud. Pitcher Treefolk Vines drag me along the ground to prevent the Amazonian Ogress from pouncing on my defenseless supine body. I roll, struggle to my feet, and duck ariat as Dura charges at me. Back up with a scary/sexy monster on my ass, I strafe her while shooting a water jet at her feet like I did to the Mole-men. Instead of turning to face me and churning the soil beneath her feet to mud, Dura breaks from my encirclement to charge after me at frightening speeds. I''m beginning to think that strategy isn''t going to work more than once. "Tch," I grumble as I prepare my new Air Magic. I never got the chance to y with the weaker version before upgrading it into something deadly. I''d throw an air de at her if this were a death match. What I can do is pump palm thrusts at her in a series of powerful gusts. Smaller monsters would be blown away by my disy. Dura just lowers her head and barrels forward, toes digging in the dirt for purchase as she ovees hurricane force winds. I break off the barrage in time to avoid a grab attack. I don''t have Flou around for Blood Magic, and I''m not eager to cut myself. Spears are off the table. One look at her biceps confirms she''d snap my vines with a shrug. I''m out of tricks. I just hope I''ve stalled long enough. Fast Learner is still one of my best tools, and I''ve been watching Dura fight. How she moves, attacks, and evades. Adding this data to my previous experience witnessing her battle with Igrut, and I have a decent mental model of her style. Time to put it to the test. Dura throws a confident right cross at me. With Wolf Rush, Predator Sense, and Fast Learner, I finally have the speed and battle sense to dodge inside her guard and deliver a potent stony uppercut. The Ogress is the one to stumble backwards this time. She shakes her head, wipes a trickle of blood from her mouth, and gives me a tusky smile. ¡°Dura was gett¡¯n bored. Now we hav¡¯n fun!¡± We begin exchanging blows in earnest. While I need to deliver enough pain to make her surrender without breaking anything important, if I fail to dodge or block even one strike, I''m basically done. I''m confident of my survival with second tier Slime Constitution, but I won''t exactly be in the mood for kissing after losing a tooth for example. I don''t ept failure as an option. Wolf Rushes devour my stamina as Dura''s punchese faster to push my limits. She has the advantage on strength, reach, and endurance, and she''s not afraid to use them. The Ogress happily takes three strikes to her abdomen to better her chances ofnding a fight-ending counterblow. The powerful hook misses my head by a hair, thundering in my ear as it passes. I can tell from the look in her eyes we both know her smart y would be to turtle-down and let me exhaust myself. But that wouldn''t be fun. "Bwa ha ha ha!" Duraughs as she attempts to trample me underfoot with her weight advantage. I have to devote two Multitasking focuses to my vines and a powerful tailwind to escape her clutches this time. I roll, pop up, and double-punch the air. I learned this trick from Peter. My gauntlets fly off my wrists to be projectiles. One misses as she turns to face me but the other digs into her kidney before crumbling. Dura grunts, stumbles, then keepsing. How fucking tough is this Ogress? Gasping for breath, I pull a fresh pair of gauntlets from the ground and know I can''t rely on Wolf Rush anymore. She''ll get me for sure if I run out of juice now. I''m relying on Fast Learner and Predator Sense at this point. Double Earth style! I use my free focus to make her pivot foot slip as she throws her next punch. My counter rocks her world, but she doesn''t faint. I risk an encore, but Dura proves once again why I can''t rely on repeats. The Ogress stamps so hard the ground buckles, disrupting my spell construct, and she buries her foot to the ankle. She uses this deep anchor to ignore my Earth Magic and kicks me with her other leg. I raise a gauntlet to block in the nick of time, but her legs are even stronger than her punches and I''m sent flying. Dazed, confused, but unhurt, I slowly rise to find Dura charging me. She flings her arms wide to make escape impossible. She''ll catch me in a bear hug for certain. Then an idea sparks in the adrenaline moment. I''ve got one trick left. I fire vines from my waist that wrap around Dura''s chest. A stone pir pushes me into the air as I jump. A tailwind propels me forward as I lift a stony fist and punch Dura in the jaw. She''s caught off-guard by the counterattack and burst of speed, taking the blow full-on. I ride her chest to the ground where she falls. I panic for a moment that I hit her too hard and repeated my feat with Malik. Then I feel her chest rumbling under me. "Ha ha ha ha! Dura don ev''n mind losing when Alex dat fun!" Never underestimate an Ogress'' toughness. *Defeated the Ogress - One Goblinoid Mark!* *Marks Consolidated!* *Ogress Layer - Two Goblinoid Marks!* 73. Dura Dura Dura (R-18) 73. Dura Dura Dura (R-18) "Dura hate blowjob, but fight''n Alex much fun," the Ogress wipes drool from her mouth while hungrily eyeing my reptilian double dicks. "So, Dura not mind much." Before she can sit up to take me in her mouth, I put my hand on her dreadlocks to stop her. She lifts her eyes to mine with a resigned expression, "Alex want fuck Dura face? She earn''d da right." "My victory gives me the privilege to enjoy you however I please. Whether I want a blowjob now orter is my decision. And what I want first is to repay the treatment you gave me when we met. I''m going to thoroughly hunt you." I haven¡¯t forgotten how this Human Huntress treated me like her ything with Gabby as our audience. "Alex hunt''n... Dura?" "Yep, so take off those clothes and sit there while I appreciate my prize." And that¡¯s exactly what I do, raking my gaze across her body. I¡¯m still taken aback by her rather fetching features that defy my expectations of a stereotypical monstrous Ogre. Instead of hideous or inhuman, she has an attractive angr face with a strong jawline. Her once Orcish tusks are now minor points extending past her lips. I roll off the Ogress while she strips. Both the raggedy loin cloth and fur bikini top get tossed aside, allowing me to marvel at her towering, muscr, pale-skinned naked beauty. Damn, damn, damn. Dura''s evolution only improved her figure from when I knew her as an Orcess. She has boulder-crushing thighs, buns of steel, and shoulders that could lift a horse. There¡¯s not just a six pack, but dozens of muscles visibly defined on her torso, arms, and neck. She''s cut and stacked. Her breast are thergest by volume of any girl I''ve been with. I didn¡¯t get a chance to truly relish in her titsst time, so I must not have noticed, but she has inverted nipples. The massive melons before me are ripe and juicy. Sweat from our battle beads on her skin. I sit in herp, putting my face at eye level with her nipples. Her Ogress musk assails me as I enter her proximity, a potent mix of earthy tones, nuttiness, and a hint of something savory. It''s a powerful scent and vor I''vee to know and love from her broodsister, Gabby. My palms cup the voluptuous mammaries and tit-flesh spills between my fingers. I lightly p their undersides to watch them bounce. I lick the soft, salty skin of her bounteous boobs. I run my tongue across her supple expanse, then switch to the other breast. Pressing the pendulous fruits together, I sandwich my face between them and rapidly turn my head to rub my cheeks back and forth. I squeeze her breasts gently but firmly until those inverted nipples pop free. My mouth takes one of the pair inside. My tongue circles the vulnerable nubbin as my teeth pinch and tug. My hands squeeze and knead while I work my oral technique, flicking and sucking. "Mmm, ahn." Dura makes appreciative sounds as I lick and explore her chest. ¡°Alex really like Dura chest¡­¡± I pause long enough to reply. ¡°Your rack is amazing. And I love the taste,¡± I say as Ip another drop of her sweat from a towering tit. ¡°Dura thought Humans no like Ogre smell. Gross body.¡± ¡°Hmph.¡± I snort disparagement at the notion. ¡°Maybe I have a warped perspective because my mother is an Orcess, but I think anyone who turns down a night with you is an idiot.¡± ¡°Humans run when see Ogre.¡± ¡°I ran from the first Ogre I saw, but not because I didn¡¯t want to fuck. I was on a mission. At my vige, Orcs and humans live together in harmony. Why not Ogres too? Dura, your scent reminds me of home, mom, and now Gabby. When I look at you, I see a sexy, beautiful monster. You have the body of a goddess who deserves to be worshiped.¡± If I didn¡¯t know any better, I¡¯d say Dura is blushing a little. That said, I lower myself to her thighs and sy them open. Intending to getfortable, I sit cross-legged on the ground between her knees and have Dura raise her hips in the ¡®bridge¡¯ position to get a good look at the meal before me. Oh, fuck. I feel like I¡¯ve gone to an ancient human steakhouse and just received an obscenelyrge portion of sulent prime beef. The evolutionary changes to Dura¡¯s body even extended to herhers. If an average woman¡¯s clit is the size of a pearl, and her Orcess form had a big clit the size of a grape, this Ogress¡¯s pleasure button is asrge as a walnut. It emerges from a heavy, rounded clitoral hood as her flesh flushes beneath my gaze. Ruffledbial curtains surround her drooly entrance. A rough, wrinkled pucker lewdly twitches beneath her meaty cunt. Her sweaty, musky aroma is even more concentrated in this region. I give thanks in thenguage of ancient human sages, ¡°Itadakimasu.¡± One long lick from smooth perinium to drenched tunnel to soft lower lips to her oversized, engorged clit sends shivers through Dura. ¡°Grmph!¡± The Ogress¡¯s grunt escapes her attempt to muffle a sigh of delight. Smiling at the results of my teasing, I dive in. Just as there¡¯s no way to eat a juicy peach without getting messy, there¡¯s no way to properly eat out a girl without shoving your face in there and rooting around. My nose, cheeks, and chin are quickly drenched in her love nectar as I search for her pleasure. ¡°Mrr, mph!¡± Dura¡¯s hips buck beneath my ministrations, involuntarily pushing her core against my mouth. I suck on her thick, moist lower lips, taking them between my teeth to y my tongue over and around their rough-textured folds. Herher nectar dribbles onto my pallet drop by drop, tasting like a rich pork bouillon, and I eagerly drink what I can get while working to tease more from her slick channel. ¡°Gah, ahn!¡± The sensations from my offensive must¡¯ve ovee Dura¡¯s resistance because a cry finally forces itself from her lips. At the same time, her thighs snap closed around my head to prevent me from further stimting her defenseless cunt. I try to pry her legs apart with my arms but she¡¯s much stronger than me. The best I can do is give myself an inch of space to lunge forward and mp down on her scallop-sized button, taking it fully inside my oral chamber. ¡°Ah ahh! Fuck!¡± Her already huge clit seems enormous to my exploring tongue. It¡¯s also apparently no less sensitive for the increased size. Rather, Dura seems more sensitive than before her evolution! I barely nudge the swollen pearl and she arches her spine while shouting, ¡°A-Alex!¡± Dura¡¯s thighs shoot apart, baring her core to me, encouraging me to further toy with the hard and muscr amazon¡¯s delicate and soft flower. I have that flower¡¯s engorged pistil in the tight embrace of my silken cheeks and dexterous tongue. I bathe her massive pearl with my saliva, stroke its circumference, and gently suckle its girth. ¡°Ahhhn!!¡± She¡¯s almost there. Drenching a finger in her runoff fluids, I caress her rosebud. My digit probes her pucker, runs wet circles around her soft wrinkles, and slowly wriggles inside the clench of her anus. Dura¡¯s ass clenches around my hand like a vice. ¡°Ah, ahh, ahhh!!¡± Her breathes faster as Ip at her clit at an elerating pace. The Ogress¡¯s hips rotate in time with my tongue¡¯s movements as if controlled by the ¡®miniature¡¯ joystick in my mouth. My finger squeezes an inch deeper into her backdoor cavern which grips and squeezes me in response. Another few seconds of this worship results in a loud climax along with a gush of her savory Ogre nectar that sshes my chin. ¡°Alex!!!¡± I watch with delight as my lover cums, relishing her pucker¡¯s fluttering grasp on my digit and the way she bucks and grinds her core against my face until the spasms subside into blissful aftershocks. Her chest heaves for ragged breaths. ¡°A-Alex, Dura never came like dat before. No Gobbo, prey, or wolf prisoner lick Dura cunt dat way. Fuck.¡± I rub her abs fondly as I withdraw my finger and her legs slide out t on the ground around me on either side. ¡°I¡¯m proud to please. I did take all the sses at the Association I could on pleasing monsters orally, after all. Giving oral, cunnilingus, fetio, even anilingus are all things I happily do for my lovers whenever they wish.¡± Dura turns her head to the side and pouts, refusing to meet my eyes. ¡°Gabby lucky. Damn lucky ¡®aving Alex human.¡± ¡°Suka too. And Spindle now. They share me while we enjoy our pets. You know, Dura, if you¡¯ve already lost the duel and have to abstain from sex with your n until you fulfill your promise, it¡¯s a short step to bing one of my lovers¡­¡± ¡°Hrmph. Gabby not want Dura take human.¡± I cock my head askew. ¡°Are you so sure about that? Didn¡¯t she share me with youst time? Why wouldn¡¯t she do the same in a long-term rtionship?¡± ¡°Dura¡­ Dura take thing suppose¡¯ share wit Gabby before.¡± Hmm. ¡°Gabby didn¡¯t seem to hold a grudge against you yesterday.¡± The powerful Ogress meekly taps her index figures together. ¡°But¡­ Gabby leave Fen. Live ¡¯n hut.¡± She looks at me with haunted, guilty eyes. ¡°Gabby leave ¡¯cause of Dura?¡± That wasn¡¯t how Gabby exined things to me. ¡°Maybe this is a misunderstanding.¡± I take Dura¡¯s hand in mine, her grip easily swallowing my fingers. ¡°Come and talk to her with me?¡± The Ogress eyes our linked palms for a long moment, then looks up at me with vulnerability in her gaze for the first time. ¡°O-okey.¡± 74. Another Quiet Night At Home, Part 1 (R-18) 74. Another Quiet Night At Home, Part 1 (R-18) I lead Dura by the hand into Gabby¡¯s hut. Honestly, for all the work it was getting the Ogress to agree to this, I thought it¡¯d be harder. She isn¡¯t the type I can so easily push down and demand her to be my woman. I actually had to defeat her inbat twice to earn her respect¡­ and then demonstrate my skills in bed¡­ and then sweet talk her¡­ Fuck, I¡¯m d most of my monster girlfriends weren¡¯t this difficult to tame! As I walk inside and Dura kneels to fit through the door, I do a mental count. Gabby, Suka, Cottontail, Flou, Olindia, Gale, Megan, Spindle, Lucinia, Dura, and myself. Shit, how are eleven people going to fit in this tiny-ass hut?!? Where¡¯re we going to sleep? Wait, wasn¡¯t the hut smaller? Indeed, the first thing I notice is that the far wall isn¡¯t where it¡¯s supposed to be. (Also, it¡¯s covered in cobwebs.) This isn¡¯t a trick of perspective or space-warping magic. I can see broken boards and crap. What I think happened is, that while I was ¡®distracted¡¯ outside, Spindle anticipated this issue and did some ¡®remodeling.¡¯ I just couldn¡¯t see it from the angle of Gale¡¯s new nest and didn¡¯t hear anything over my lovers¡¯ cries of ecstasy. Speaking of¡­ ¡°G-Gale~! Kyahn!¡± Megan is tied up in an elegant silken Shibari and hanging suspended from the ceiling like an ancient human pinata. She happens to be at perfect mouth-height for a certain love-struck Harpy girl. ¡°Nom, nom!¡± Gale is menacing her little lover with yful nibbles to all sorts of exciting areas, experimenting to see what sounds each location elicits. Biting the mouse girl¡¯s ears results in a piercing, delighted squeak. Chomping on her paramour¡¯s waist gives everyone an earful ofughing screams. Taking Megan¡¯s throat in her jaws brings forth a husky moan. Gale¡¯s mouth drifts to lewder ces to y us a sensual melody of contented sighs, pleading whimpers, and joyful shrieks this evening. Megan is wearing one of Flou¡¯s bodies as sexy harem-ve blood ruby lingerie, the red crystal adornments glittering in the dim light like burning embers, with the Slime core as a jewel at her throat. The way her decorative gemstones throw dazzling refractions of the candles across the room makes her into a living chandelier. ¡°Mmm mmmph!¡± Next, I see Suka simrly restrained, except her silk appears to be Dark Magic constructs like the that caught Aello. This includes a purple-glowing ck ball gag with three breathing holes that force Suka¡¯s mouth gaping wide as drool pours from the corner of her lips down her chin and throat. Her hands are tied together above her head, lifting her slender breasts for everyone to see the subtle bite marks thereupon. She throws her head back and howls into the gag as Spindle pinches her stiff nipples with a pair of hands. The spider girl has her face buried in Suka¡¯s snatch but meets my gaze with her six glowing amethyst forehead eyes. She lifts her grinning head momentarily to sink hypodermic fangs into the Cinderwolf girl¡¯s crotch. Suka arches her spine, mouth stretching to the limit to scream past the gag, ¡°Kyaaahn!¡± If there¡¯s any doubt whether the bites are causing pain or pleasure, Suka¡¯s furry tail starts violently wagging behind her pert ass. Then the wolf girl crosses her legs behind Spindle¡¯s head as she desperately humps her tormentor and repeatedly shoves her cunt against the spider¡¯s tongue. The Wicked Webling must be giving Suka the same sensation-enhancing venom I loved so much I asked Spindle to share the experience with all my girls. What a loyal spider girl! The Weaver¡¯s bodyys sprawled out on the webbing with a half-twist at the midsection, revealing another of my girls. It¡¯s Cottontail, wearing another of Flou¡¯s bodies as crystal-blood lingerie and a pair of fuzzy vanity breasts. She¡¯s absolutely gorgeous covered in ruby jewelry, and she just seems morefortable in her skin when she has Flou as a B-cup rack. I¡¯ll have to talk to them at some point, but I don¡¯t think Flou will object to leaving one member of her Swarm collective as Cottontail¡¯s personal bodyguard and clothing on a semi-permanent basis in the future. Spindle has the bunny girl locked in some esoteric version of a 69 position with Cottontail¡¯s ass gripped with herher pedipalps as well as several arachnid legs locking her partner in ce. The spider girl¡¯s second pair of hands guide Cottontail¡¯s peewee pecker into her velvet tunnel, then grip the bunny¡¯s buns with her left hand while plunging several righthand digits into the eager ass-pussy between said cheeks. On the other end of Spindle¡¯s abdomen, Cottontail has the spider girl¡¯s everted purple phallus in her mouth. The bunny girl is diligently bobbing her head on the Profane implement like she¡¯s starving for seed. I¡¯m especially proud of the way Cottontail deepthroats the ratherrge ovipositor. The way she pounds the spider-pussy she¡¯s balls-deep in like a rabbit in heates naturally. I watch the rapid movements of the white powderpuff topping the bunny¡¯s ¡®cake¡¯ with glee. ¡°¡°Mmm, mm-mmph!¡±¡± Both Spindle and Cottontail hum and moan contentedly with their mouths full of their fellow wives¡¯ genitals. The spider girl fondles and squeezes the bunny¡¯s balls once again, followed shortly by Cottontail creampieing Spindle¡¯s cunny before continuing to churn the baby batter into a thick froth with her Bunny Stamina. This encourages Spindle to double down on Suka¡¯s canine pussy with renewed vigor. The three of them seem pleased as punch to be here. ¡°Awooo!!!¡± Suka howls through her gag as she cums on Spindle¡¯s tongue. At the same time, I see Olindia has removed her oversized dress, wearing only her jellyfish bell hat, revealing her semi-translucent and eminently squeezable pink flesh. I can¡¯t help taking a second to appreciate her shapely rump, curvy body, plump mons, and melon-sized tits. Long tentacles growing from her back probe throughout the hut while searching for prey. Her downturned eyes, usually mellow andckadaisical, are filled to the brim with manic energy. Arms crossed with determination, she announces, ¡°Mouth, butt, or vag, if you don¡¯t want a tentacle in your hole, get something else in there! Tongue, dick, or toy, I don¡¯t care, but if it ain¡¯t already stuffed, that¡¯s getting corrected! Every hole¡¯s a goal!¡± Pink slime pseudopods creep around the room until they find a vacancy to fill. Olindia grabs Lucinia and drags the Siren into herp. Her translucent handstch onto the bird¡¯s double D¡¯s and refuse to let go. While groping her new pet¡¯s ample chest, her tentacles shove themselves into Lucinia¡¯s cloaca, eliciting surprised squawks. Another thick, pink tendril plunges into the Siren¡¯s open mouth, causing the bird girl to gag with watery eyes. The slimy tendrils begin moving with vigor, not giving her victim a chance to voice protest. I do take note Lucinia¡¯s rtively minor wounds have been poulticed and bandaged. Looks like Gabby cleared her for fun times. Olindia¡¯s friendly limbs locate Gale¡¯s ass and pussy, causing the excitable Harpy to go wild on Megan¡¯s privates while a third tentacle stuffs the mouse¡¯s mouth. Another firm jelly tendril finds Suka¡¯s tender backdoor, causing the Cinderwolf¡¯s howling to enter a higher state of keening bliss. A pink pseudopod politely prods Spindle¡¯s fingers in Cottontail¡¯s behind. The spider girl graciously withdraws, cing both hands on the bunny¡¯s buns and spreading them wide to wee the new intruder. ¡°Mm-mm-mm-mmm!!!¡± Cottontail hums around Spindle¡¯s big rod and wiggles her bum as her stomach deforms with foot after foot of exploratory tentacle. The spider girl takes the bunny¡¯s rump into her hands, pounding her own pussy hard and fast with Cottontail¡¯s erect clitty. ¡°Nice ce Gabby got here,¡± Duraments while observing the wild orgy. ¡°We¡¯re remodeling,¡± I quip, pointing at the broken boards sticking out of the new room¡¯s webbing walls. Dura chuckles, and I continue surveying the scene. I sigh with joy at the music in my ears. ¡°It¡¯s not just a house anymore. It feels like home.¡± Gabby¡¯s old worktablesden with misceneous tools, dried herbs, and strange experiments no longer seem so lonely with the hut this crowded. And there¡¯s the original upant by the little firece preparing dinner and watching the festivities. My Goblin wife has already stripped naked despite putting the finishing touches on dinner. She¡¯s sitting on Flou¡¯s third body taking the shape of a fuzzy cushion that may or may not be subtly licking thedy¡¯s slit while she works. Then I notice¡­ ¡°W-what happened to your cock, Gabby?¡± I ask, my heart skipping a beat as I fret over the potential loss of her Twisted treasure. Indeed, where once a proud wooden mast stood on her crotch, there now remains only the stump grafted onto her mons pubis. The Goblin girl follows my gaze to herhers with a frown as she realizes my distress. She reaches for something propped against the wall and holds up her severed Apprentice Rod for me to see. ¡°I needed it for the battle. It¡¯s inefficient using hip thrusts to cast spells in the heat ofbat.¡± That may well be, ¡°B-but¡­ but¡­ hngh.¡± I can¡¯t help letting my disappointment leak out. Gabby sees my expression and smirks. ¡°You liked it that much, huh? Well, I¡¯ve got great news.¡± She waves the tip of her Rod over her crotch, weaving tendrils of green aura around the stump until it begins to grow. In seconds, she has a recement cock equal to the first. The stone-cold Goblin girl proceeds to snap this phallus off at the base as well. She brandishes both phalluses at me, dual-wielding dicks. ¡°I memorized the Pitcher Treefolk¡¯s nt Growth magic, remember? I can use it to regrow them from the graft. What¡¯s more,¡± she licks the severed rod from base to tip and shivers as it throbs in her grip, ¡°They stay connected to me and I feel what they feel. Can¡¯t do more than three at once, though.¡± My Goblin bride waves her Rod again and a third twisted wooden member sprouts from her loins. All three of my Slime Multitasking focuses go into overdrive working out the arithmetic of having a wife with three cocks. ¡°Heh, heh, heh.¡± A perverted giggle escapes my lips and I wipe a line of drool from the corner of my mouth. ¡°More importantly, Alex, the roast is finally finished.¡± Gabby puts her dicks away, dons protective mitts to remove the food from the hot coals, and serves me dinner. 75. Another Quiet Night At Home, Part 2 (R-18) 75. Another Quiet Night At Home, Part 2 (R-18) ¡°More importantly, Alex, the roast is finally finished.¡± Gabby puts her dicks away, dons protective mitts to remove the food from the hot coals, and serves me dinner. It¡¯s a whole suckling pig (definitely not a pig-type monster, but a real pig!) with roasted onions and carrots! A bundle of herbs in its mouth fills the air with a subtle sweet aroma. The skin looks perfectly crispy, the halved onions are a beautiful caramel color, and the carrots are bathed in pork fat drippings. The smell is to die for. ¡°G-Gabby! Where did you find this?!?¡± I ask in total shock. The prey animals that ancient humans once farmed for food have long since disappeared from most areas after being hunted to near extinction by various predatory monsters. On top of that, prey monsters like Fuzzies, Lambies, and Taurines reced their ecological niches. That¡¯s why my hometown went ovo-vegetarian, it¡¯s basically impossible to hunt for a living without killing sapient monsters. That¡¯s not to say we¡¯ve entirely lost the taste for meat¡­ I wipe drool from my mouth for the second time in under a minute. ¡°You have Suka to thank for that. She¡¯s an impressive hunter. I foraged the vegetables, but I¡¯d never have found red meat without the mutt.¡± Her tone when she says ¡®mutt¡¯ no longer has the dismissive tone of yesterday, perhaps reced with a hint of respect and an ember of affection. ¡°I kept its head on in case you feel weird eating flesh without being able to see it didn¡¯te from a monster.¡± Ordinarily, she¡¯s right, I¡¯d never ept meat without getting a good look at the body, but¡­ ¡°You gave me your word. I trust you, honey.¡± I lean forward and kiss my green-skinned bride. ¡°I do appreciate the thought. Very considerate; you¡¯re definitely gettingid tonight.¡± Gabby takes my joke with a greedy glint in her eye. She waves the Apprentice Rod at mesciviously, and asks in a husky voice, ¡°Who¡¯sying who?¡± I prepare to tear into my meal with gusto as I reply, ¡°I¡¯m thinking a little of both. I¡¯ve got a few surprises for you¡­¡± Her big yellow eyes fall on my naked crotch¡¯s new reptilian hemipenis. ¡°I can see two from here.¡± ¡°Mmm, dat smell good!¡± Dura interrupts our flirting as she approaches on her knees to avoid hitting her head on the ceiling. ¡°Ooo, Dura love meat!¡± The Goblin girl somehow produces a wooden spoon to rap the Ogress¡¯ knuckles as Dura reaches to steal a piece from my dinner. Dura retracts her hand with a surprisingly mortified expression. I didn¡¯t think the situation called for such a visceral emotional response. ¡°This food is for Alex!¡± the tiny, if voluptuous, Goblin girl reprimands while shaking her spoon at the offending thief. ¡°If you want a meal, you¡¯ve got three options.¡± Gabby points her spoon at my twin mammaries and cocks. ¡°Well, four at the moment.¡± Dura¡¯s gaze drifts from myhers to Gabby¡¯s naked loins and the shocking new addition there. ¡°Gabby got cock? Since when?!?¡± ¡°Sincest night after you left,¡± my green-skinned lover replies. ¡°It¡¯s fully functional, and all the knots and whirls feel great,¡± I add, pointing at the twisted, bumpy length of her rod. While Dura takes a moment to let this new information percte, I take a bite of the pork. It fucking melts in my mouth. ¡°Mmm!!! Gabby, this is amazing!¡± ¡°I should hope so,¡± Gabby says as she adjusts her sses with evident pride. ¡°Ibined years of experience and herb lore with techniques I copied from all the cooks in the n and culinary theory I tranted from an ancient human cookbook. It¡¯d better be worth all the effort.¡± ¡°It¡¯s worth all that, plus a secret ingredient.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve done no such thing!¡± Gabby objects with brows furrowed in confusion. ¡°It¡¯s not like I need drugs to get you to sleep with me anymore, Alex.¡± I give her an impish smile. ¡°The secret ingredient is love.¡± ¡°T-that¡¯s! That¡¯s n-not a real ingredient,¡± Gabby splutters, blushing dark green as she protests to hide how much she enjoyed mypliment and teasing. I turn to watch my brides and lovers fornicate as I eat. Dinner and a show; I give Gabby¡¯s hut five stars, ten stars, full stars! ¡°Anyway, Dura,¡± I grab the Ogress¡¯s attention away from the distracting spectacle, ¡°This is too much food for me to finish on my own. I¡¯d be willing to share with you, provided you have that discussion we were talking about outside¡­¡± Gabby frowns before relenting. ¡°Hmph, I suppose you¡¯re only human. Any Gobbo could finish that much in one sitting, but I should¡¯ve adjusted my expectations to human dietary portions even if you are quiterge. Good thing I decided to pickle the innards and feet forter. Well, although I made the food, it¡¯s yours to share as you wish, Alex.¡± ¡°Gabby, um, Dura¡­ Dura¡­¡± The powerful Ogress trails off, clearly struggling to express something. ¡°Well, Dura what?¡± Gabby asks. ¡°Dura¡­ Dura app¡¯logize Gabby!¡± she finally spits out. ¡°W-whatever for?¡± My Goblin wife¡¯s eyes narrow. ¡°Better question, what do you want? Wait, don¡¯t answer that, it¡¯s obvious.¡± Dura nces at me and a blush touches her face that¡¯s surprisingly cute on the muscr Amazon. At the same time, Gabby sniffs the air. ¡°Damn, Alex, your scent changed again. Just a whiff of your precum is making me unbearably horny. No wonder she wants you.¡± ¡°Dat not it!¡± Dura is quick to object before amending her stance, ¡°Um, dat not only it. Alex win Dura dual! Alex fight big bird! Alex fuck, make Dura scream name! Dura¡­ wan¡¯ stay, but Gabby no let.¡± Gabby adjusts her spectacles and cocks her head. ¡°Whyever shouldn¡¯t I? We hadn¡¯t done each other in a while, but yesterday was,¡± she smiles while staring at nothing, ¡°Nice. So, there¡¯s no issue there. Alex likes both of us, so no issue there either. She has two cocks, and there¡¯re two of us. It¡¯s simple arithmetic.¡± ¡°Gabby no ¡®fraid Dura take¡­ like in Fen?¡± ¡°What did you take from me in the Ogre Fen?¡± I knew it was a misunderstanding! I bite my tongue to keep from shouting. Dura and Gabby seem equally confused. The Ogress especially seems taken aback. ¡°When Goblins, Dura Gabby promise!¡± ¡°Yes, I recall, we swore to look out for one another and share everything. That¡¯s another reason I shouldn¡¯t object to letting you marry my wife.¡± ¡°Den Dura Orc, Dura take Gabby food, leave scraps. Gabby mad; leave Fen. Dura sorry, ver¡¯ sorry, app¡¯logize!¡± Gabby blinks in utter disbelief. ¡°Dura, you grew to thrice my size overnight! Of course, you should naturally take therger portion! I never considered it a breach of our agreement, and you continued protecting me until I had to leave after setting Dag on fire. I wasn¡¯t mad at you!¡± ¡°Ha ha, Dura ¡®member dat funny. All Dag hair burn. Wear grass on head. Him bug bites all over. Comin to Bruke for days! Ha ha ha!¡± Theughter dies on Dura¡¯s lips as she absorbs what Gabby has been saying. Sober now, the Ogress says, ¡°Durae see Gabby, but feel awkwar¡¯. Not wan¡¯ make Gabby more mad.¡± ¡°I wondered why you were suddenly acting like a stranger around me anding by less often. How frustrating I didn¡¯t realize it! We¡¯d never have talked this over without Alex.¡± My Goblin wife smiles at me gratefully. ¡°Yeah, yeah! Alex d¡¯serve biggest rewar¡¯!¡± Both girls¡¯ smiles turn hungry as their eyes drop to my privates. The double dragons rise from their slumber. ¡°I guess it¡¯d be impolite to refuse¡­¡± Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Sisters for the win! Wincest! Gabby licks her luscious lips while Dura openly drools. Both of them sniff the air as they approach my crotch. ¡°This smell¡­¡± ¡°So good!¡± the Ogress rumbles. ¡°That¡¯s my new Lure mark in action,¡± I say, then take another bite of pork. At the same time, both broodsisters take me in their mouths. ¡°Mmm!!!¡± Combining the vor of perfectly cooked and seasoned meat with the feeling of two soft mouths on my twinned rods is a euphoric, elevating experience. ¡°Tashty!!!¡± ¡°Delischious!!!¡± Both Goblinoid girls slur their words around my members as they lick my dicks and suck my precum. Gabby¡¯s mouth is tight around my girth; she¡¯s struggled to orally amodate me before, and she¡¯s gotten better, but her small stature means she¡¯ll always have trouble withrger cocks. Dura¡¯s maw, by contrast, is soft and sloppily wet with saliva. The Ogress¡¯ jaws are a squishy, velvet wondend of textures from her firm pte to yielding cheeks and squeezing esophagus. Both of them have hearts in their eyes as they enthusiastically go down on me. Meanwhile, I¡¯m watching and listening to how the harem orgy is progressing. It¡¯s a feast for the senses! ¡°Mmmph!!!¡± Megan screams around Olindia¡¯s throat-fucking tentacle as the mouse girl cums on her Harpy lover¡¯s lips. The little mouse¡¯s tummy isrge with the slime she¡¯s been swallowing. Gale harmonizes with her diminutive wife as pink tendrils double-prate herher holes, visibly writhing in her distended belly. The Harpy¡¯s cunt sprays liquid pleasure on Olindia¡¯s limbs while her legs quake with ecstasy. A third voice joins the choir as Olindia withdraws from Lucinia¡¯s mouth long enough to let the Siren sing, ¡°~Aaahhhnnn~!!!¡± More cum spurts from Spindle¡¯s bunny-fucked cunt as Cottontail creampies her yet again. Then Olindia drags the small rabbit girl into the air by the butt tentacle, off the Weaver¡¯s wicked purple spider ovipositor still slick with saliva, and out of her white-painted channel. Cottontail¡¯s belly is also swollen with animate pink slime. The bunny girl convulses as she grabs at her tummy, then breasts as her Fuzzy Slime B-cup boobs attack the sensitive natural nipples underneath with tiny hidden mouths. Cottontail climaxes once more in the slow cum-trickle of a powerful prostate orgasm midair. Suka thrashes against her Dark Magic restraints in the throes of orgasm, tail wagging rapidly over a pink backdoor pseudopod as the Webling¡¯s tender oral loving brings her to aphrodisiac-assistedpletion once again. The Cinderwolf girl copses in ce with stars in her eyes as Spindle thoroughly cleans herbia, thighs, and squirming-with-slime belly of every drop of spilled girl-juice. Such an attentive little spider girl! Meanwhile, Gabby¡¯s mouth tightens on my length even further as she clutches at my legs. Looking down, I see the Flou cushion the Goblin girl used as a seat has ramped up the action on her pussy and rear. Dura is next to go over the edge as Olindia¡¯s questing limbs finally find herhers. I don¡¯tst much longer. The erotic scenes plus my double blowjob and orgasmically delicious dinner have me blowing my load in a few more seconds. ¡°Mmmmm!!!¡± Both Goblinoid girls¡¯ pupils dte in rapture as they swallow my seed. I¡¯ve kindly modified my semen¡¯s vor using the new Qualities mark to increase its umami into a creamy, savory soup. They clearly appreciate my work. ¡°¡°Mmmph!!!¡±¡± The broodsisters gulp fast as I fill their bellies with an inhumanly heavy load. I watch in awe as a stylized halo brand appears over my heart-shaped mark on Gabby¡¯s tummy, with the same pattern being mirrored on Dura¡¯s belly. 76. Another Quiet Night At Home, Part 3 (R-18) 76. Another Quiet Night At Home, Part 3 (R-18) ¡°Olindia, Spindle, it¡¯s my turn with her,¡± the three-dick-wielding Goblin announces over the limp Cinderwolf girl. ¡°Why, certainly!¡± the Webling says with a final affectionate pat to the canine¡¯s spit-soaked pussy. She snaps her fingers, and the Dark Magic restraints vanish, though the ball gag remains. Spindle saunters over to the curvy Goblin and brazenly grabs one of Gabby¡¯s heavy tits to fondle as she stares down at the head-shorter girl, neon purple eyes meeting wild yellow irises. Gabby doesn¡¯t flinch. ¡°You¡¯re a spirited one. Not a drop of fear in you. Spindle likes that.¡± ¡°And you¡¯re a bold one,¡± Gabby replies as she takes one of the Twisted dildoes in hand to rub the tip against Spindle¡¯s vulva. The Webling¡¯sher pedipalps grip the shaft like an extra pair of hands, holding it firmly in ce without pushing it away. ¡°If you hurt my family, I¡¯ll kill you.¡± ¡°Nnnggghhh!!!¡± Spindle¡¯s body tenses, she bites her lip, and her eyes lose focus momentarily as juices squirt from her cunt onto Gabby¡¯s Twisted rod. ¡°Fff-fuck, that¡¯s good. Spindle¡¯s going to cum again if you keep ring and threatening her like that. What¡¯s your full name, beautiful?¡± Gabby¡¯s eyes narrow. ¡°Not telling.¡± Spindle grins happily as the adversarial Goblin refuses to break their staring contest. Another of her hands dips to caress the greenbia below Gabby¡¯s wooden erection. ¡°How about Spindle calls you Bonsai? Because there¡¯s a whole tree¡¯s worth of pluck in this little sex pot.¡± ¡°Try it and see what happens.¡± The dildo¡¯s tip doesn¡¯t leave Spindle¡¯s pussy as the Webling leans in, slowly bringing her lips closer to Gabby¡¯s. ¡°Let¡¯s get along for Alex¡¯s sake, yes? There¡¯s plenty of prey here to go around, but Spindle can¡¯t help wanting for such a gorgeous Goblin to fuck¡­ her¡­ cunt¡­ raw.¡± The Wicked Weaver¡¯s third hand tenderly brushes a lock of Gabby¡¯s short ck hair from the green-skinned girl¡¯s face before she delivers a hot and steamy kiss. Gabby reciprocates the Webling¡¯s warm attentions with aggressive vigor, locking their lips together in a fierce battle. While Spindle¡¯s main two eyes close, Gabby keeps hers open to watch the glowing jewel-like orbs on the Webling¡¯s forehead. Spindle breaks the kiss breathless and gasping, opening her main eyes to meet the Goblin¡¯s challenging gaze again. ¡°Later.¡± The Webling nts a final soft peck on Gabby¡¯s cheek as they disengage. Her hips sway as she leaves, and Gabby¡¯s head turns to watch her go. ¡°Spindle looks forward to seeing what happens, Bonsai.¡± My Goblin wife doesn¡¯t take the bait, intent on collecting her ¡®winnings¡¯ from Suka before anything else. The sex-dazed Cinderwolf girl regains her wits in time to see Gabby standing over her. Rather than submit, Suka jabs an usatory finger at the Goblin girl, saying, ¡°Mmmph, mphph! Mph?¡± It takes her a second to realize she still has the ball gag. ¡°Let me guess,¡± Gabby replies, ¡°You think Megan doesn¡¯t count because she belongs to Gale, Aello doesn¡¯t count because Alex didn¡¯t bring her into the hut, Lucinia doesn¡¯t count because she¡¯s not an official harem member, and Dura doesn¡¯t count because she met Alex yesterday.¡± ¡°Mph-mph mph!¡± Suka nods enthusiastically as if to say, ¡®Yes, yes, exactly!¡± through her gag. ¡°Sorry, Suka,¡± I say with honest remorse. ¡°I tried. I really tried to keep my standards high today. I turned down a bunch of cute Harpy boys, I didn¡¯t go after the exotic Harpy girls (I do still kind of want to fuck a mingo girl), I deeply regret not screwing a sexy Kobold femboy, and I didn¡¯t have time to seduce the Lizard-trans-man. I have marks from spider girls besides Spindle, but there¡¯s this weird gap in my memory¡­? Whatever, the point is, Gale and Spindle definitely count, and Gabby would win the bet if you attributed even a quarter-point to each the other girls. Actually, there¡¯s an argument that all the Harpies on the mountain are part of my extended harem, now¡­ shit.¡± ¡°Yes, the bottom line is, no matter how you slice it, you lost the bet, Suka. Time to pay up.¡± Gabby tosses her two Twisted dildoes on the hut¡¯s floor, then waggles her crotch wand to weave lines of green aura in the air. Vines grow from the floorboards thattch onto the bases of the fallen wooden phalluses and brandish them at Suka¡¯s bottom. Another hip waggle produces strands of blue aura that shoot streams of slippery crab foam onto the two Twisted rods, fully coating them in liberal lubrication. Suka raises an eyebrow at the beneficent gesture. Gabby gives her the greedy Goblin gaze I¡¯m all too used to being on the receiving end of. ¡°I¡¯m a monster, not evil. This is just a punishment game, after all. You have three fuck-holes, and I have three dicks now. Do the math, bitch.¡± The air holes of the Dark Magic ball gag in Suka¡¯s mouth merge and its diameter widens, further straining the Cinderwolf girl¡¯s jaw while providing a convenient cock-shaped hole in the center. Gabby looks over her shoulder to see Spindle blow a kiss with one hand while manipting a few strands of sooty purple energy with another. My Goblin wife shrugs, then waggles her magic stiffy a third time. Green aura again. Vines erupt from the floorboards that grab and encircle Suka¡¯s wrists. At Gabby¡¯s direction, they tighten, reeling in and pulling the Cinderwolf into a sitting position¡­ dragging her ass onto the two Twisted dicks aiming at Suka¡¯s vulnerable flower and rosebud. ¡°Awhhhnn!¡± Suka moans through the wide hole of her deep throat gag as herhers are prated, tongue lolling without lips or teeth to hold it in ce. ¡°Gah, ah¡­ ahn!¡± Gabby groans while practically doubling over as sweat beads on her dark-green blushing face. Her hips buck involuntarily as Suka squirms in her restraints. I know well how intense the doubled sensations of multiple dicks can be. If this is Gabby¡¯s first time experimenting with them, I totally sympathize. Through an effort of will, Gabby straightens, grabs Suka¡¯s bone ash grey hair by the root, and pulls the Cinderwolf¡¯s gaping mouth-pussy onto her cock. ¡°Ahhh!¡± Gabby moans as she starts humping the helpless wolf girl¡¯s face. The disembodied dicks controlled by vines begin pumping into Suka¡¯s ass and pussy at a steady, alternating pace. Spindle smiles widely and winks a glowing purple eye at me. ¡°Enjoying the show, Vermillion?¡± I swallow my mouthful of roasted pork after holding it for what feels like minutes. ¡°I can¡¯t wait to watch her pound your pussy into the ground if that¡¯s what you mean. Don¡¯t get your hopes up if you think she¡¯s going to be tired after this.¡± I know from experience how demanding the greedy Goblin can get. The Webling holds her face in two hands while caressing her curves with her second pair. ¡°Spindle can¡¯t wait either~¡± Then her attention shifts to the Amazonian woman beside me. ¡°Hello there, you exquisite sculpture of muscle. May I have the pleasure of taking you to heaven with my mouth?¡± She lolls her tongue lewdly at the Ogress. ¡°Spindle can breathe through the spiracles in her spider half, letting her give oral for hours withouting up for air~¡± This information is relevant to my interests. ¡°Dura pref¡¯r do the licking,¡± she answers, referring to the Ogre Fen¡¯s culture of the dominant partner avoiding ¡®submissive¡¯ sex positions. ¡°Sadly, Spindle is too small to let you 69 her cunt¡­ Unless you¡¯re interested in tasting my rod?¡± The Webling everts the purple phallus from her spider-half in demonstration. The Ogress shakes her head in the negative. She really doesn¡¯t like giving fetio unless she has the excuse of taking her meal from my cock. ¡°Dura,¡± I grab her attention, ¡°Isn¡¯t your clit big enough now you¡¯d basically be skull-fucking her?¡± Of course, I¡¯m exaggerating to stroke Dura¡¯s ego, but I¡¯m in favor of whatever gets the Ogress over her hangup so she can enjoy top-tier oral. The Webling eagerly goes along with my suggestion, spreading her lips and cheeks with her fingers. ¡°Please, Spindle wants you to grab her head and screw her mouth-pussy!¡± With her dominance reassured, Dura grabs a handful of indigo pixie-cut and pulls the Webling to her groin by the hair. Spindle wastes no time injecting her aphrodisiac venom directly above Dura¡¯s erect clitoris. The Webling starts lovingly licking the walnut-sized pleasure button, making her Ogress partner squirm. ¡°Ahhhnnn!¡± Dura screams in overwhelmed bliss. ¡°I¡¯ll taste your¡­ um, rod,¡± Flou says in her bunny-eared Fuzzy Slime form. She didn¡¯t go anywhere after Gabby got up, preferring to spectate from her Swarm bodies for the moment. Now she¡¯s interested in taking some dick. Spindle nods her consent, and the Fuzzy Slime shlorps over to envelop the everted purple phallus. The Webling nts her spider half¡¯s six legs on the ground to properly plow the Fuzzy onahole. I realize I¡¯m getting full of pork and stand. Approaching Dura from behind, I ce the sulent meat in the Ogress¡¯s free hand and bring it to her gaping lips. The taste of fine cooking awakens Dura¡¯s other carnal hunger, and the Ogress buries Spindle¡¯s face in her pussy as she sloppily devours the roast. ¡°Mmm, mmph~!¡± Spindle makes cheerful, contented sounds as she¡¯s forced to orally service her second girl of the night. I stare at the Webling¡¯s creamed cunt and mutter to myself, ¡°I could go for a little desert¡­¡± Laying down to get a good angle, I slide between Dura¡¯s legs and beneath Spindle¡¯s middle to ess the Wicked Weaver¡¯s drippingher hole. My lips hunt the Webling¡¯s orchid-flowerbia and find Cottontail¡¯s vor. My mouth forms a seal on the stuffed honeypot at the base of the vulva¡¯s ¡®V¡¯ as I devour the two loads my powderpuff-tailed baby-mama deposited there. Spindle¡¯s pedipalps grab my head tight and crush me against her sex as I lick, suck, and drink from this perverted cup. After thoroughly cleaning her channel, I nibble her petals, find her clit, and flick my tongue until the dark Webling shudders and moans. Her pedipalps rx their grip as she climaxes. ¡°Mmmph!!!¡± Standing, I pat my belly with satisfaction and look around for my next partner. Lucinia, Megan, and Gale got free of Olindia¡¯s slime tendrils at some point and the three of them are having a good time. The two Harpies are eating out the petite mouse girl¡¯s front and back simultaneously in an indirect kiss, their lips separated by bare inches of ass and pussy. Megan¡¯s tail squirms in delight, and her high-pitched groans of pleasure carry across the room as her holes are relentlessly plundered by avian predators. She holds Gale¡¯s head for bnce while supporting herself with her feet on the bird girl¡¯s naked shoulders. Emerald-green eyes heavy with lust meet mine as I cross the space between us to silence the mouse girl with my mouth in a deep kiss. I take her breasts in hand, they''d be C-cups if she were human sized, and pinch her little nipples as our tongues dance. Then I¡¯m trailing kisses across Megan¡¯s neck and shoulders before closing my teeth on the flesh of her sensitive fuzzy ear. ¡°Ahhh!! Alex, yes!¡± Megan cries as pleasure consumes her rational mind. A choking sound from nearby steals my attention. 77. Another Quiet Night At Home, Part 4 (R-18) 77. Another Quiet Night At Home, Part 4 (R-18) Spoiler Tentacles, All-The-Way-Through, Erotic Asphyxiation *This chapter is a little extreme as far as kinks, but it''s all for fun and y. Please enjoy!* [copse] A choking sound from nearby steals my attention. I look up to see Cottontail still suspended in the air by Olindia¡¯s tendril shoved in her butt like a sock puppet. The bunny girl¡¯s swollen belly looks pregnant, except for the many moving masses inside. ¡°This onahole is the best~!¡± The Pink Jellyfish Slime has an expression of sublime rapture as she watches her tentacle ravage Cottontail¡¯s bowels. Then the bunny girl gets onest gasp of air before arge bulge travels up her throat to fill her mouth. Her eyes sparkle with unshed tears, but her stiffy bitty clitty is drooling cream nonstop. Filled with lust at the deviant, erotic sight, I lunge forward to steal Cottontail¡¯s lips with mine. She returns the kiss momentarily before a huge invader that dwarfs the bunny girl¡¯s tongue emerges from Cottontail¡¯s mouth to part my lips and strain my jaw. It¡¯s smooth, slimy, and warm from my fuzzy lover¡¯s body heat. It tastes like Olindia, ocean brine with cherry voring, the Slime having absorbed anything unsavory on the journey. ¡°Alex!? You want in on this?¡± I grab Cottontail¡¯s ass by the buttocks, walking over to ce her derriere in Olindia¡¯sp. The Jellyfish Slime¡¯s eyes go wide as she meets my gaze and smiles broadly. She sees the affection I have for her, my gratitude for the times she saved my life, and epts this as my permission to take her reward for a hard day¡¯s work. ¡°O-okay, I¡¯m putting it in~¡± The pseudopod in my mouth plunges down my throat in a frenzy. My already full stomach bulges and I feel her racing through my innards. ¡°Yes!! Fuck, Alex! I¡¯m going to put my big thing in your tight gut-pussy!¡± I can tell Olindia gets erotic tactile feedback from all her pseudopods the way Flou does. It must be like having an extremely long, prehensile penis. That¡¯s why she enjoys stuffing her tentacles into as many holes as possible. Meanwhile, with one hand to guide the way, I shove my twin dicks into Olindia¡¯s cunt and pucker. The Slime girl¡¯s holes are perfectly slick, offering no resistance to my pration, but dutifully grip and squeeze my rods. Her backdoor is a tight o-ring opening into a gtine chamber on my one cock, while her cunt is a ribbed channel surrounding the other. ¡°Oh, my fuck! Amazing! You feel so awesome inside me!¡± My hands move to grasp Olindia¡¯s plush rump. My fingers sink into her yielding buns for purchase. We squish a gagging Cottontail between our melons as I fuck Olindia, and she plunges through my deepest, darkest corners. I m into her with reckless abandon, using Wolf Rushes to pound her in all haste. My mission is to make her cum before the bunny girl faints from asphyxiation; I don¡¯t want Cottontail to miss any of the fun tonight! Then I feel the internal invader reach the end of her path. A huge pink tentacle pokes through my rosebud in triumph, spotlessly clean, before turning to stuff my next-door hole. ¡°Ah! Ahhh!! Alex, you¡¯re incredible!!!¡± Wolf Rush! I power through the ecstasy of being double prated as my oxygen levels deplete to continue pushing my cocks into my pink partner. Cottontail is barely hanging on to consciousness, her clitty rubbing against the smooth expanse of my sweaty, bulging tummy with each thrust. ¡°Yesss!!!¡± Olindia climaxes as I cream her bubblegum depths. I watch through her translucent membrane as white sshes into her pink jelly interior and touches her rosy marble-sized core. I smile as my brand appears on her tummy. Then I¡¯m withdrawing, not willing to waste time basking in the post-orgasmic aftershocks. Stepping away from Olindia stretches her tentacle further, pulling its tip from my cunt. I nt a foot on the Slime girl¡¯s middle, grasp the pseudopod in Cottontail¡¯s ass by the root, and start rapidly pulling hand over hand. ¡°Aaahhhnnn!!!¡± Olindia screams and arches her spine as mind-blowing sensations wrack her whole being. The bunny girl¡¯s eyes roll up into her head both fromck of air and the insane erotic pleasure of having an endlessly long dick pulling out. The tip is sucked back into my rear, and I can trace its path through my innards by feel. Even I¡¯m seeing spots as Olindia¡¯s tentacle finally pops out of my mouth and vanishes into Cottontail¡¯s throat. She gasps for air, not having fallen fully unconscious; no need for resuscitation. Sess! I move my hands to Cottontail¡¯s buns and retreat at a more leisurely pace. Having graduallye down from her high, the Slime girl obliges to reel in her greatly extended tendril. My bunny girlfriend makes the cutest faces as the long, long, pseudopod unspools from her innards. Cottontail motions to be let down, so I set the bunny girl on her wobbly feet. She waddles awkwardly over to Olindia, who seems equally out of it. The Pink Slime has zed eyes as she lies spreadeagled with herher holes dribbling spunk overflow. Cottontail mounts Olindia¡¯s belly, leans over the tall hills of the Slime¡¯s squishy melons, andys a kiss on plush lips. ¡°You¡¯re a really scary predator, Miss Olindia,¡± Cottontail says while her fingertip doodles on the Jellyfish Slime¡¯s chest. ¡°Do you think you could maybe do this again for me and my sister tomorrow?¡± ¡°Y-y-yeah, sure, C-Cottontail. Anything.¡± She gulps, a lingering muscle memory from her time as a human. ¡°Anything, yeah, sure. S-sounds like fun.¡± ¡°It¡¯s a date, then.¡± Cottontail gives Olindia another brief kiss, this one reciprocated, before leaving the Slime girl dazed and confused. I collect Cottontail in my arms before returning to Gale and Megan. ¡°Not too scary?¡± I ask my favorite bunny girl. (Flou is a former bunny girl, a totally separate category.) Cottontail shakes her head as she looks up at me with hearts in her eyes. ¡°You were there, so I knew I was safe.¡± I chuckle a bit. ¡°I know you like the prey-fantasy of dangerous sex. I¡¯m right there with you, to be honest. For me, I¡¯m responsible for my own safety, so I can¡¯t fully let myself get carried away in the scenario. In your case, though, I won¡¯t let anything happen to you. After today, I feel even better about entrusting your life with Gabby and Suka, and now Spindle. But Olindia is a bit of a ditz, if a sweet ditz. Promise me you¡¯ll only y with her while supervised by someone we trust.¡± ¡°Okay. I do like her, though.¡± ¡°Yeah, me too.¡± I kiss Cottontail and nuzzle her throat. Gale and Megan are cuddling on the floor, their eyes darting from Gabby spit-roasting Suka with Twisted dildoes to Spindle getting reverse-spit-roasted between Dura and Flou, then back, and forth¡­ and back again. Lucinia is crouched on the floorboards, bird-butt in the air, moaning as one of Flou¡¯s bodies pounds a fleshy protuberance into her cloaca. ¡°What are you doing to that bird?¡± I tease Flou. ¡°I¡¯m mirroring the feeling of Spindle¡¯s spider ovipositor fucking my other body to her. It¡¯s pretty fun.¡± ¡°Cool. I¡¯ll be taking these two, and I¡¯ve got a job for your third body, okay?¡± ¡°M¡®kay.¡± Flou continues to pound Lucinia without pausing. ¡°Enjoying the orgy so far?¡± I ask Gale and Megan, who turn to us. ¡°Oh, Alex, and¡­ Cottontail,¡± Megan finally notices we¡¯ve been standing nearby while they yed voyeur and hesitates upon seeing her sibling for the first time in days (not counting the time they spent restrained). She decides to answer my question before changing subjects, ¡°Yes, the spiderdy was terrifying at first, but it seems like she only wants to have fun.¡± ¡°I¡¯m having a great time!¡± Gale announces with overflowing pride. She tosses her hair, floofs her feathers, and says, ¡°Gale is a big girl who can have sex outside the nest, now!¡± ¡°¡­Megan,¡± Cottontail says tears brimming in her eyes, and I set the bunny down. ¡°Things got a bit hectic after the battle, but I¡¯m sorry I didn¡¯t get a chance to tell you how relieved I am you¡¯re alright anyway.¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay, I know what it¡¯s like getting carried away by a cute predator,¡± Megan says, tilting her head at Gale, who happily pecks her head in gratitude for thepliment. ¡°I honestly didn¡¯t think I¡¯d make it home this time.¡± Lip trembling, the mouse girl rushes from Gale¡¯s side to embrace her sister, who¡¯s a head and a half taller. Cottontail folds Megan into a soft hug¡­ a very soft hug, with the mouse girl¡¯s face pressed against B-cup bunny bonbons. Megan pulls away with an eyebrow raised, taking in Cottontail¡¯s version of the sultan¡¯s harem outfit with fake boobs included, and really lets it sink in for the first time. ¡°Um, mind telling your sister what¡¯s going on with¡­ all this?¡± she says, her gesture including Cottontail¡¯s entire being, and she¡¯s clearly not referring to seeing her sibling naked. The Warren was basically a nudist colony, after all. Now that I think of it, maybe Cottontail is already showing some of that famous pregnant ¡®glow?¡¯ ¡°Megan, I, um, you see, I-I¡¯d like to introduce you to my cute predator!¡± Cottontail motions at me. ¡°She killed two Mole-men on my behalf before thoroughly ravishing me. During our time together, she¡­ let¡¯s say, ¡®opened my mind¡¯ to some new possibilities. I sort of rediscovered myself, made a promise to be her prey, and decided to¡ªto be a girl! ¡°Yes, I know it sounds strange, but I really do prefer things this way,¡± Cottontail says as she bobs in ce slightly, demonstrating the bounciness of her vanity mammaries. ¡°It¡¯s not that strange, sis. I¡¯ve always been jealous of your butt, you know. I will say it¡¯s super unfair your breasts are bigger than mine now.¡± ¡°Megan¡¯s boobies are still the cutest!!!¡± Gale asserts with grim resolve, though her gaze naturally strays to mine and Cottontail¡¯s¡­ and any bouncing orbs in the vicinity. ¡°T-thank you.¡± The bunny girl sniffles, trying to hold back tears that spill forth. ¡°Thanks, Megan!¡± Cottontail gloms onto her smaller sister, who reciprocates the hug. ¡°No problem, sis. It¡¯s not my business to say what you can¡¯t be. Although, I am d to see Flou ¡®supporting¡¯ your decision,¡± Megan says while gesturing at Cottontail¡¯s fuzzy, ruby-encrusted bralette. ¡°Oh, yes, and Alex has been incredible as well! She used her magic to get me pregnant.¡± ¡°How does that work?¡± The mouse girl blinks in surprise before her gaze falls on Cottontail¡¯s heart-shaped tummy tattoo. Following her sister¡¯s eyes, Cottontail ces a hand on her belly and smiles. ¡°After Alex and I made love, she conceived our daughter. Then she created an artificial womb inside me and imnted our offspring there.¡± ¡°Speaking of pregnancies,¡± I smoothly segue, ¡°How would you two girls like to do me a favor?¡± 78. Another Quiet Night At Home, Part 5 (R-18) 78. Another Quiet Night At Home, Part 5 (R-18) ¡°Do Alex a favor? I¡¯d love to! Gale is a good girl!¡± ¡°Alex, besides reuniting me with Cottontail and Flou, I¡¯m grateful for what you¡¯ve done for the bunnies and mice in the region. On behalf of my kind, as Gale¡¯s wife, and as part of your harem, I¡¯d be honored to serve your interests with my body.¡± ¡°Uh, wow,¡± I say, surprised by Megan¡¯s profundity. I guess I did dramatically improve her extended family¡¯s quality of life by removing the Harpies as a threat, though¡­ ¡°Well, part of how my powers work is that I gain a small magical boost for each of my progeny. I¡¯d like to get both of you pregnant tonight, granted your consent.¡± The Harpy girl bobs her head eagerly. ¡°I finally get to be a mom!?! Gale can be preggers tonight? Yes, yes!¡± Megan nods as well while putting her left hand on her right elbow, showing defensive bodynguage. ¡°Actually, I¡¯ve been nervous around so manyrge cocks. One horror story about a cousin who escaped after being raped by a predator, only to have the child growing inside them crush their vital organs, is more than enough to scare a mouse straight. I¡¯d be able to rx a lot more during these orgies if you got me pregnant with something small.¡± The bunny girl puts aforting arm around her sister¡¯s shoulders. Then she asks me, ¡°You¡¯re not including Lucinia?¡± I shrug. ¡°I invited her to stay the night and permitted her to join the orgy because she seemed nice enough, but I¡¯m not sure she¡¯s harem material.¡± Not to be specist, but I kind of already have a Harpy girl¡­ ¡°I¡¯m limiting my offspring to harem members, you see.¡± ¡°Ah,¡± the mouse girl gives me an appraising look. ¡°Peter was more indiscriminate with where he sowed his oats, but I appreciate you restricting it to your spouses.¡± ¡°Me too,¡± Cottontail says with a small frown that shows she hasn¡¯t gotten over her father¡¯s attempted assault. I decide to redirect the conversation. ¡°Great! What species of monster baby would you two like? I know you don¡¯t know her well yet, but Gabby can give you Goblins, I can do Kobolds right now,¡± I nce down at my reptilian rods, ¡°Or you might prefer Fuzzies from Cottontail.¡± ¡°C-Cottontail¡¯s b-babies?¡± Megan seems flustered. ¡°Gale doesn¡¯t get it. Alex said you get stronger when you make babies, but how does that work if Gabby or Cottontail is the papa?¡± ¡°Oh, sorry, forgot to exin that part. I have an Ovipositor; it acts like a penis, but it can imnt women with embryos from my womb. Gabby or Cottontail would get me pregnant, and I¡¯d pass the baby along to either of you two. You¡¯d be acting as surrogates. Gically speaking, the baby would only be yours if I¡¯m the papa. Is that an issue?¡± ¡°N-no! No, of course not!¡± Megan doth protests too much. ¡°Being a surrogate doesn¡¯t matter. If they grow in your womb, nurse at your breast, and live in your home, your child is your child. And, if it¡¯s Cottontail¡¯s¡­ that¡¯s fine! It¡¯s definitely fine.¡± I raise an eyebrow, but the mouse decides to shut up before incriminating herself further. Gale has that intense look she gets when her bird brain is dealing with high-level concepts far beyond its normal workload. I can practically see the steam rising from her ears. ¡°So, if I get preggers from Alex, it¡¯s my and Alex¡¯s baby. But, if I get preggers with Cottontail and Alex¡¯s baby, then that baby will be siblings with Megan¡¯s baby!¡± Gale turns to her wife and snatches the mouse girl into a hug, ¡°Our babies can be brothers and sisters! Hurray!!¡± Wow, I guess that¡¯s true. I¡¯m shocked I didn¡¯t think of that, but she did! Gale and Megan¡¯s children are going to have four moms¡­ that¡¯s got to be some kind of record, right? ¡°Y-you want to have my children, Miss Gale? Even though, I¡¯m just a little bunny?¡± The Harpy girl sets Megan down and crouches in front of Cottontail to put them at eye level. She leans forward to nt a sweet kiss on the bunny girl¡¯s lips. Their lips linger together for a long moment before she pulls away. All the while, Megan watches her wife and sister making out with a lewd, horny expression. ¡°I saw youe to rescue my wife when Momma was being a bully. You¡¯re brave, and you tried to save Megan! Gale wants your babies!¡± Cottontail flushes bright red. Iugh, yfully nudging the bunny girl with my hip. ¡°You heard her; let¡¯s give thedies what they want. Flou, I¡¯m wanting a ¡®tiered cake¡¯ setup, please.¡± That¡¯s butt on butt on butt, forymen. The Fuzzy Slime obliges, flowing from Cottontail¡¯s sultan¡¯s harem outfit to form a doughnut-shaped cushion around the bunny¡¯s groin. Her stiffy-clitty pokes through the hole. With my hands on her shoulders, I press her intoying on the floor and sit on the Fuzzy doughnut. The Slime cushion distributes my weight, so I don¡¯t crush the cute, fragile bunny girl beneath me, and allows her the freedom to move her hips beneath me. I shift my seat until I feel a soft prick against my cunny. Cottontail thrusts into me on instinct at the barest contact of her pleasure wand against a yielding hole. I lean back, bracing myself on my palms in a rxed cowgirl position, my two masts standing proud, and beckon two lovelydies with fluttering eyshes. ¡°Ooh! This looks fun, fun, fun!¡± Gale exims as she hops onto my left rod, careful to avoid scratching my or Cottontail¡¯s skin with her sharp talons. She is a good girl, after all. ¡°And this will get me pregnant with Cottontail¡¯s offspring?¡± Megan says as she climbs us to straddle me while facing Gale. Trust but verify, after all. ¡°Yep!¡± I sit up, bncing on the Fuzzy doughnut as I put my hands on the small of Gale and Megan¡¯s back to support them. While it¡¯s not a ¡®true¡¯ tiered cake like if I stacked my harem prone on top of each other to expose their heinies, I¡¯m more than satisfied with the arrangement. ¡°No worries, I¡¯ll make sure you two get the right stuff.¡± Focusing internally, I use Maternal Ovarian Control to drop two eggs into my womb. A fucking foursome (fivesome if we¡¯re counting Flou) requires aplex rhythm with several moving parts. Thankfully, Gale and Megan have some experience as double riders. They bounce atop me, bobbing on my cocks, their tender tunnels gripping my firm rods on each rise and fall. Their stroking pussies are stoking a me in my core. Gale enfolds Megan with her wings, shoving the mouse girl¡¯s face against her tangerine titties. The Harpy rolls her hips and grinds her cunt into my groin until her clit bumps Megan. Then Gale starts frantically tribbing her tiny wife. I see two beautiful flowers rubbing together before my eyes as they coo in delight. ¡°¡°Ah-ah-ah-ahhhn!¡±¡± At the same time, Cottontail is pumping her hips for all she¡¯s worth, the bellows to my inner furnace of lust. Her little prick perfectly props my G-spot with every m of her bunny thighs against my suspended buns. Fuck, she feels good pounding my honey tunnel! In her throes of pleasure, Megan¡¯s hand reaches out tond on Cottontail¡¯s bunny brassiere. ¡°M-Megan!!¡± Cottontail moans as she explodes in my secret chamber. *You¡¯ve Conceived a Fuzzy! Congrattions! ¨C One Female Breeder Mark! *You¡¯ve Conceived a Fuzzy! Congrattions! ¨C One Female Breeder Mark! ¡°Fffuuuck,¡± I hiss, unable to contain my drive forpletion any longer. My grip on the girls in myp tightens as my hips piston upward repeatedly into their sweet honeypots. Each downswing plunges my pussy onto Cottontail¡¯s bunny-stamina-hard erection. I¡¯m getting action on both sides and the pressure inside is begging for release. Then Flou snakes two fleshy tendril mouths from her Fuzzy doughnut upward to attack Gale and Megan¡¯s unprotected rears. ¡°Ahhhnnn!!!¡± Both mouse and Harpy¡¯s velvet channels mp down like vices on my cocks. The delicious warmth is incredible. I thrust as hard as I can, clenching my ass cheeks with Cottontail¡¯s stiffy still inside me, and feel my ovipositors go to work. Their tips dte and prate the cervixes before them, and then I¡¯m shooting new life into their fertile wombs. *Impregnation Sessful ¨C One Male Breeder Mark!* *Impregnation Sessful ¨C One Male Breeder Mark!* Blowback cum spurts from their filled holes to cover my loins and drip onto Cottontail as she creams me again while my orgasming pussy milks her member to a second climax. My brand appears on both girls atop me, as well as on Cottontail beneath. After wey there for a few contended minutes listening to the soothing sounds of orgiastic sex, Flou¡¯s Fuzzy tendrils begin sucking up my spilled load. They ungte with shock as the Slime says, ¡°Alex, since when do you taste this good!?!¡± ¡°Taste?¡± Gale perks up like an early bird spotting the worm. Megan sniffs the air, and the pupils of her emerald-green eyes dte, ¡°This scent¡­¡± ¡°I smell it too,¡± Cottontail whispers in a husky voice. Then it devolves into apetition to see who can collect the most of my seed before the others can slurp up thest drop. Gale ps to lift herself off my rod, quickly recing her cunt with her mouth. Megan scrambles to do the same as Cottontail slips out from under me. Flou¡¯s pseudopods attack the bunny girl¡¯s clitty and Megan¡¯s cunny to great effect. ¡°Sss-stop!¡± the mouse girl says, going weak in the knees. Cottontail powers through pleasure to reach my second cock first,tching onto the tip as aftershock pulses shoot diminishing squirts of my load into her mouth. Megan hits a dilemma, looking from Gale¡¯s creamed hole to my stuffed muffin. ¡°Alex¡¯s cream¡­?¡± She plunges her face between the bird girl¡¯s buttocks to slurp at the drooling flower hidden there. Then she wrenches herself away before diving between my legs. ¡°Cottontail¡¯s cream¡­?¡± I feel her tiny mousy lips and tongue teasing and licking at my vulva top at her sibling¡¯s leavings. ¡°Alex¡¯s¡­ Cottontail¡¯s¡­?¡± Megan works overtime switching back and forth between two pussies to catch every droplet leaking from either love tunnel. I grin happily, reclining on Flou¡¯s Fuzzy Slime doughnut like I¡¯m rxing at the pool while Harpy, bunny, and mouse eagerly service me in hopes of catching more of my delectable vor. All the while, my Slime familiar lovingly pleasures them while cleaning the sweat and fluids from their bodies. Cottontail is the first to rise, and I notice something odd. Sweat is beading on her forehead. ¡°So¡­ hot¡­ my body feels¡­¡± The bunny girl doubles over, copsing on the floor. That changes the mood. Megan and Gale are at her side in a moment. Flou and I are only a second behind. The Harpy girl fans the sweat from her brow with a gentle breeze from her beating wings. Megan cradles her sibling¡¯s head using herp as a pillow. Flou holds her cousin¡¯s fallen form tenderly. I kneel beside them, watching, unable to do anything while Cottontail¡¯s body shudders as if with a sudden fever. Then I notice the brand on the bunny¡¯s belly pulse and glow in time with Cottontail¡¯s seizures. The change begins a momentter. Cottontail¡¯s legs lengthen and the lines of her face soften. Her thighs swell to a feminine ideal, thickening with supple muscle. Most shocking of all, her breasts inte as if going through puberty in seconds, budding, elevating the area, widening the are, and erging. She goes from zero to A-cup and beyond. Her stiffy clitty stays erect the whole time. My calibrated gaze notes her length has increased by half an inch. Her little coin pouch remains the same, or perhaps ever so slightlyrger. The shivering stops along with the changes, and she rises to her knees while bracing herself with one hand on the ground. ¡°S-Summon Outfit,¡± Cottontail says, following some evolutionary instinct. What appears on her body nearly sends me into aa with sheer erotic energy. She¡¯s wearing a strapless ck corset teddy, a ck bowtie, a white cor, white cuffs, and ck sheer pantyhose stretches from her waist to the cutoff at her bunny feet fur line. Her curves are entuated, the bottoms showing plenty of her bounteous bum, and her package showing as a cute bulge in the skintight garments. She¡¯s grown three inches taller, all in the legs. Solid B-cups adorn her chest. B for bunny! B for beautiful! And¡­ I don¡¯t recognize this evolution from the Book of Monsters. 79. Another Quiet Night At Home, Part 6 (R-18) 79. Another Quiet Night At Home, Part 6 (R-18) ¡°Aaaahhhhnnnn!¡± Gabby screams as her three cocks explode inside Suka¡¯s mouth, ass, and pussy. ¡°Fffuuuck!!!¡± Dura shouts with her hands on Spindle¡¯s head as she arches her spine and thrusts her big clit between the Webling¡¯s parted lips. The Ogress¡¯s body goes rigid with venom-enhanced ecstasy before falling limp. ¡°~Ahhahhaaah~!¡± Lucinia sings as Flou mirrors Spindle¡¯s thrusts from one Fuzzy Slime body receiving to a parallel Fuzzy Slime body fucking the Siren¡¯s cloaca. Dura¡¯s chest heaves, making her enormous breasts do interesting, eye-catching things while Spindle caresses therger woman¡¯s ass, tummy,her hole, and tits with four hands, each dark with ovepping tattoos. The corrupted Webling proves once again to be a tender lover, massaging and kissing the Ogress all over while Dura weathers the passing storm of climactic pleasure. Gabby extracts herself from entanglement, leaving the ¡®punished¡¯ Cinderwolf girl after having thoroughly taken her winnings. Suka lies dazed on the floor for a time while leaking splooge from her three main fuck-holes. ¡°You¡¯re lucky, bitch.¡± The Goblin girl¡¯s expression is warm, holding no hint of insult in the b-word as she speaks. ¡°I would¡¯ve kept going for hours, except I couldn¡¯t hold back with someone evolving before my eyes.¡± Seeing Cottontail evolve made her cum? Knowing Gabby, I shouldn¡¯t doubt. ¡°Alex, what happened?¡± I recount the course of events in detail, but Gabby forces me to go over everything twice before she¡¯s satisfied. During that time, Spindle fingers Dura¡¯s G-spot to hip-buckingpletion once more, reducing the massive muscr woman to a contented puddle on the floor. Megan embraces Cottontail while the bunny girl limates to the changes, but something ovees the predators. Gale rips a hole in the teddy with her talons for the bunny¡¯s clitty to pop forth and starts riding Cottontail with abandon. Flou discovers she can partially merge with and decorate the outfit, further increasing the cup size, covering the red teddy¡¯s surface in ruby rhinestones, and adding tasteful jewels to the cor, cuffs, and bowtie. Olindia, not satisfied with their earlier tryst, slips Slime tentacles beneath the clothing to ravage the bunny girl¡¯s mouth-pussy and ass. Spindle finishes with Dura and seems eager to join in the y. I pity the poor girl if Cottontail is still wearing this outfit when Dura and Suka recover. ¡°Gabby, I have the whole Book of Monsters in my head, and whatever Cottontail has be isn¡¯t in there. Also, why is she evolving now instead of after the battle?¡± My Goblin wife considers the situation and my questions for a moment before speaking. ¡°You¡¯re right, she¡¯s not in the book. I¡¯ve never heard of an evolution that made the recipient weaker, but the outfit¡¯s main magical ability seems to be somewhat disadvantageous. Oh, my, I¡¯m personally finding it difficult to restrain myself from pushing the others aside so I can have a turn.¡± Green palms stroke the Twisted rod between her legs to soothe her libido as Gabby continues, ¡°Hmm, I can¡¯t imagine this being a normal evolution in the wild. The requirements must be quite convoluted. It appears to be a response to the high number of predator encounters she¡¯s survived. Perhaps the outfit¡¯s purpose is to inme her enemies¡¯ lust, inclining them to fuck instead of eating her. Yes, that seems reasonable. I wouldn¡¯t discount her Spawn Count, either.¡± ¡°Spawn Count?¡± The aplished Apprentice adjusts her spectacles and answers, ¡°Her number of offspring, of course. The Patron and Matron lines aren¡¯t the only evolutions influenced by such things.¡± It¡¯s true, Cottontail did ¡®father¡¯ her second and third children right before evolving¡­ ¡°If Spindle were gambling,¡± the Webling adds as she happily trots over on six spider legs, ¡°She¡¯d wager on Vermillion¡¯s brand ying a significant role.¡± ¡°Yes, well, regardless,¡± Gabby concludes, ¡°I¡¯ll have to record all this information in the book. A confluence of several factors is most likely responsible.¡± ¡°About that,¡± I begin, ¡°My mark system lists the name of the evolution I encountered along with a relevant feat, so I should be able to find out what Cottontail has be the next time we have sex.¡± ¡°W-what?¡± Gabby blinks, her yellow eyes going huge. ¡°Y-yes! Go, now, do it, hurry up, and fuck her! If there¡¯s an official name for this evolution, I¡­we need to know, for science!!¡± Spindle smiles broadly, exposing her fangs as sheces her fingers together. ¡°A wonderful idea! Vermillion, you need mytest mark as well after my evolution, correct?¡± Oh, yeah. ¡°Yes, I do.¡± ¡°Then Spindle would like to submit a request for a threesome with little Miss Sweet Treat.¡± ¡°Sure,¡± I shrug eptance. ¡°Tch,¡± Gabby clicks her tongue and walks over to grab Lucinia, Olindia, Gale, Megan, and Flou to pass the time. I rush over to kiss my green-skinned wife on the cheek. ¡°You¡¯re next,¡± I whisper breathily into her ear. I¡¯m rewarded with a visible shudder running through the Goblin¡¯s diminutive frame. ¡°I¡¯ve been patient, but don¡¯t make me wait too long.¡± Gabby¡¯s tone turns the threat into a sweet promise. ¡°Love you, honey,¡± I say, kissing her again. She squeezes my ass briefly, then returns to her chosen partners. I also turn to see Spindle with Cottontail in her arms as fangs plunge into the bunny girl¡¯s groin. The itty bitty clitty grows a shade darker, engorged with blood, and lengthens by half an inch. The Webling rushes to my side, partner in tow, and presses her feminine upper half against me. She runs a single finger down my chest between my breasts as she gazes up at me with her eight glowing amethyst eyes. ¡°Spindle has been wanting to thank you, Vermillion. This has been everything promised and so much more. She has many ymates as well as a new path to power. And, it urs to her, the mountain would¡¯ve been doomed without your intervention.¡± Following her logic, I see what she means. Malik¡¯s n was basically: Step One, enve the Lizardmen under the mountain. Step Two, capture enough humans to evolve. Failing that, capture a Webling to corrupt. Step Three, spread corruption through the mountain¡¯s Webling poption. Step Four, ??? Step Five, profit! I arrived at the precipice of a muchrger incident that could¡¯ve plunged the entire region into an extermination war. A war that surely would¡¯ve taken Spindle¡¯s life or enved her to an evil (and not the fun kind of ¡®evil¡¯) power. ¡°You have Spindle¡¯s evesting appreciation. That said, she is extremely, extremely horny.¡± The spider girl¡¯s dark hand closes on my left breast and squeezes enticingly. ¡°Did you notice Spindle hasn¡¯t cum with her cock yet?¡± A nce down shows the everted purple phallus on her spider half pulsing with pent-up energy. ¡°This ¡®ovipositor¡¯ releases a load of corruption that would harm any of your harem. ¡°By your order, Spindle is bound to never achieve release except in one of your own precious holes. She teases herself and edges close to climax over and over but can¡¯t finish without you, Vermillion. Only you have a link to the Profane in your magic. Only you can take this load without being corrupted. Please, please, allow Spindle to paint your insides with her dark energy!!!¡± The spider girl begs, throwing herself at me like a drowning woman. She clings to me, sensually dragging the tips of her fingers across my skin. Cottontail doesn¡¯t look much better at our side; the bunny girl is stiff with the need to stick her clitty somewhere soft and wet. She¡¯s all worked up from being humped and fucked by the other predators before Spindle dragged her away. I lean down to nt a kiss on the Webling¡¯s plump, ck lips stark against her pale blue skin. ¡°You¡¯ve both been very good. I think it¡¯s time for a reward.¡± I exin the position I want to Spindle. ¡°That does sound fun!¡± After earning her approval, she¡¯s kind enough to weave a silken harness for me. It¡¯s basically a sex swing that allows me to hang upright while exposing my butt for fun times. The spider girl mounts me from the front, taking the tip of my first rod in her pussy. ¡°Mmm,¡± Spindle hums as she slides down my length to the hilt. She presses her body against mine, rubbing our breasts together while she caresses my sides, shoulders, and arms with her four hands. My toes curl. Then I interrupt the embrace to lift Cottontail and ce her between us, the bunny girl¡¯s shoulders against my stomach and her head between by breasts. The smooth fabric of her erotic outfit brushes my skin and I smile as I cop a feel of her brand-new bunny boobies. I¡¯m so lucky. The next part is a little tricky. ¡°Are you sure I¡¯ll fit?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t be shy, jab it in there, Miss Sweet Treat,¡± the spider girl encourages our pet bunny girl. ¡°Spindle will say if she is ufortable.¡± Shrugging and biting her lip, Cottontail prods her clitty against the Webling¡¯s vulva, attempting to slide in beside my cock. Spindle helpfully rocks her hips without sess. I¡¯m d both of us have Bunny Stamina, otherwise this would have the additional awkwardness of trying to stay hard while messing around with odd positions. ¡°Put her in first,¡± I suggest, ¡°My tip is narrower.¡± The Ovipositor/Lizardman hemipenis I sport tapers toward the end with the intention of slipping through a cervix. I think I¡¯ve got the better angle as well. Spindle pushes herself off my rod and aims for Cottontail throbbing prick. The bunny girl squirms between us as the corrupted Webling¡¯s cunt slides home. Then I¡¯m arching my back and thrusting my hips to catch my tip on the edge of Spindle¡¯sher tunnel. I feel the bulge of Cottontail¡¯s coin purse beneath fabric resting on the base of my dick, the velvet grip of Spindle¡¯s channel as I slide in, and the hard press of the bunny girl¡¯s clitty frotting against my rod inside our mutual lover. ¡°Ah, you¡¯re filling Spindle so nicely,¡± she coos while rolling her hips on us. ¡°Y-yes,¡± Cottontail hisses, eyes clenched shut from overwhelming sensations even though we¡¯ve barely gotten started. With a predatory grin, Spindle takes the bunny girl¡¯s face in her hands and takes Cottontail on a journey with her lips and tongue. It¡¯s a sweet, lovemaking kiss. While she¡¯s distracted, I hook my finger through the fabric running between Cottontail¡¯s butt cheeks, pull it aside, and align my second cock¡¯s tip with the rosebud in her soft valley. To my astonishment, I see something remarkably close to vaginal fluid greasing the previously dry anal hole. It looks and smells clean¡­ Cottontail¡¯s evolution gets natural butt-lube?!? My dick shoves into the bunny¡¯s backdoor with a slick pop. I¡¯m in heaven! This hole has the tight grip of typical rear entry, the sweet slickness of a woman¡¯s honey tunnel, and the massaging grip of a trained vagina. Fuck! This is a real cheat-evolution! ¡°Ahh ahhhn!¡± Cottontail breaks the kiss to loudly groan as she squirms atop me. Spindle attacks her neck with nipping teeth. My hands reach for brand-new bunny breasts and squeeze the beautiful B-cups beneath her ck teddy. ¡°Aaallleeexxx!¡± I rock my hips, sliding in and out of Cottontail¡¯s tight little hole. ¡°Yesss!¡± The cutie¡¯s coin purse contracts and wet warmth explodes around my shaft buried in the Webling¡¯s channel as Cottontail cums on us both. The clitty flush with my cock twitches and jerks with each subsequent spurt. Bunny Stamina and aphrodisiac venom keep her hard while her lovers¡¯ attentions keep her high on teaus of pleasure. ¡°Don¡¯t forget, you said Spindle deserves a reward,¡± the spider girl says as her arachnid abdomen curls under us. A pulsing purple phallus turgid with Webling blood and corruption brushes my ass cheeks as Spindle attempts to navigate myhers by feel. A pair of Spindle¡¯s hands tenderly massage my buttocks before spreading my derriere. Her ovipositor¡¯s head, slick with slippery precum, presses into my pucker. I rx my sphincter muscles and the Webling¡¯s long, firm, hot length slides inside me. It¡¯s a delicious sensation. Her phallus is thick and smooth with a slight curve that rubs some wonderful ces on each thrust. ¡°Spindle can¡¯t restrain herself any longer. Please, take her everything, Vermillion!¡± Her face scrunches up cutely as she pushes herself to reachpletion. The thrustse harder and faster as my rear is pounded over and over. Spindle hilts her ovipositor in me before withdrawing to the tip and mming home again and again. She uses my ass with starving hunger and a desperation unlike anything I¡¯ve felt before. She fucks my butt like it¡¯s thest hole on earth. ¡°Aaahhhnnn!¡± I moan as my body swells with heat and pressure. Rocking my hips into Cottontail¡¯s depths and Spindle¡¯s cunt isn¡¯t the same as a proper fucking. It¡¯s more of a sweet pleasure that spreads throughout me along with the satisfaction of sheathing my rods in two delightful holes. What drives me to climax is the rough ravaging of my anus. Cottontail is a different story. Spindle is fucking me so hard that each of her hammer-blows thrusts my shaft further into the bunny girl¡¯s blissful depths. Not to mention my second rod is in the Webling¡¯s cunt, so she ends up screwing herself as well. If anything, Spindle redoubles her efforts upon receiving her own thrusts by proxy. ¡°I-I¡¯m cumming!¡± Cottontail shouts as she creams the Webling¡¯s velvet channel again. I¡¯m seconds behind as Spindle¡¯s ass-fucking reaches a fever pitch. The spider girl¡¯s body goes rigid, her abdomen contracting to deliver a powerful load, and the phallus inside me erupts with a tidal wave ofva. That¡¯s the best word I can use to describe it, moltenva that spreads through my system and lights my blood on fire. My climax shatters through me like diving into an ice-coveredke so cold it burns. ¡°Vermillion!!!¡± Spindle¡¯s jaw goes ck as her tongue lolls forth and drool dribbles from the corner of her mouth. ¡°Ahhhhnnn!!!¡± I cum like a river, cream gushing forth to fill the Webling¡¯s already pregnant womb, spunk sshing back onto myself and Cottontail. *Toyed with the ymate Bunny ¨C One Fuzzy Mark!* *Satisfied the Wicked Weaver Webling ¨C One Darkling Mark!* The burning hot corruption courses through my body like a fever. I¡¯m flushed and sweating. The me in my veins goes from euphoric, to painful, to almost unbearable before being drained out of my system through my tummy tattoo like a bathtub with the plug pulled. Powerful magic subsides, leaving me sticky, warm, and snugly embracing two beautiful women pregnant with my offspring. I¡¯m feeling pretty damn good. 80. Another Quiet Night At Home, Part 7 (R-18) 80. Another Quiet Night At Home, Part 7 (R-18) Hanging suspended from a ceiling beam in a spider silk sex swing, embraced by two satisfied lovers, rigid cocks buried in their pussy and ass-pussy, is a great way to watch a show. The fat purple phallus plugging my rear feels weird after the fucking is done, but it¡¯s weird in a fun way. I keep adjusting my legs and clenching my buttocks to experience more odd sensations from this backdoor intruder. At any rate, I¡¯m in no rush to extract myself from post-coital cuddling with the scenes before me for entertainment. It seems like Dura recovered from her aphrodisiac-induced climax before Suka regained enough wherewithal to escape the vine bindings because she has the Cinderwolf girl pinned. Dura¡¯s eyes are content as she watches the helpless canine from her rival n squirm beneath her oral ministrations. My canine lover can¡¯t catch a break tonight¡­ The Ogress has her ass-over-teakettle in the air, her wrists bound together in one hand, the other palm roughly groping her athletic figure and modest breasts. Dura¡¯s biceps bulge as she struggles and writhes. The Goblinoid amazon¡¯s huge tongue plunders her pretty pussy, and she can¡¯t even deny she¡¯s enjoying it because her tail is wagging all over the ce. ¡°Ngh, nnngh!¡± Suka grunts and her face cutely scrunches with every burst of pleasure her ex-enemy delivers. It won¡¯t be long before the sounds she¡¯s making escte to something louder. d they¡¯re getting along. Turning my head, I see Gabby going to town on her helpless ¡®victims.¡¯ The Goblin girl has Megan in her long-nailed clutches, hands on bare waist, turning rodent pussy inside-out with her Twisted rod. She¡¯s taller than her partner by several inches despite her short stature, and plenty strong for her size, allowing her to lift the mouse girl in the air by the hips. Megan arches her spine and throws her head back in rapture to have her moans and lips captured by her dear Harpy wife. Gale crouches over the mouse girl, eagerly watching the knots and whorls of wooden cock disappear into her beloved¡¯s sheath while a vine tendril plows her cunt with another of Gabby¡¯s twisty disconnected dicks. She ps her wings and rams her rear against the vines in time with each thrust. My Goblin wife¡¯s third sensory-connected dildo is plowing Olindia¡¯s pussy. The Jellyfish Slime girl¡¯s mouth is an ¡®o¡¯ of pleasure as she grabs her own tits during the fucking. Her pink tentacles search for open holes, finding bird, mouse, and Goblin butts. Flou¡¯s Fuzzy Slime body is riding Lucinia¡¯s cloaca and mouth while the Siren sings and her double D-cup breasts sway hypnotizingly. I see a phallus-shaped chunk of Flou punch into the bird girl¡¯s avian butt and oral-pussy over and over until I notice a pattern. Looking closer, I notice a Slimeyer like a condom over Gabby¡¯s cocks in Megan and Gale. I realize that Flou is mirroring Gabby¡¯s shape and technique against Lucinia. Judging by the Siren¡¯s ahegao expression, there¡¯s nothing toin about. ¡°Hooonnn!!!¡± Suka wolf-howls in ecstasy as Dura brings her to thigh-twitching, leg-quiveringpletion. Megan and Gale croon into each other¡¯s mouths as Gabby stuffs them full of applesauce-vored cum. ¡°Nnngh, yes!¡± Olindia huffs and grunts as she¡¯s filled as well. ¡°Oh, fuck-fuck, fuuuck!!!¡± Flou screams as she receives Gabby¡¯s finishing thrusts and delivers them to Siren orifices, overwhelming herself with ecstatic erotic sensations. As my harem savors theirtest climax, Dura sets Suka gently on the floor and finds me with her eyes. The Ogress strides over and grabs my torso in one hand while taking Spindle in the other. ¡°Mmm, fuck ¡®em bunny next.¡± Before she can pull me and the Webling apart to reach the ymate Bunny sandwiched between us, I decide to catch her attention, ¡°Dura, I think it¡¯s time for you to finally fulfill your promise.¡± That gives her pause. ¡°Alex a¡¯ready try ¡®pregnate Dura. No good?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve got a n that¡¯s guaranteed to work. Ahem, Gabby! I discovered the name of Cottontail¡¯s evolution~¡± My Goblin wife pulls out of Megan and retrieves her dildo-dicks from Gale and Olindia as she rushes over to me. Megan and Gale resume making out while tribbing until the Pink Slime obliges to fill the voids in their pussies. ¡°Al-righty,¡± Dura reluctantly assents, letting Spindle scurry off with Cottontail¡¯s prick still buried in her spinder-cunt as she retreats to a private corner to continue fucking the cute prey bunny. ¡°Tell me everything,¡± Gabby demands as she adjusts her spectacles, her Twisted dicks dripping with post-climactic cum and pussy juices. ¡°Cottontail is now a ymate Bunny. She grew B-cup breasts, her proportions became more feminine, her penis length slightly increased, she gained a sexy Summoned outfit, and her butthole is now self-cleaning and self-lubricating.¡± ¡°Fascinating¡­¡± Gabby trails off as her gaze drifts toward the tantalizing bunny girl. ¡°A few more impregnations, and I might rank up to tier-three.¡± ¡°I thought tier-three required, like, dozens of offspring? And, with ¡®impregnations,¡¯ wouldn¡¯t you be¡­ a ¡®Patron?¡¯¡± Gabby must see the worry on my face because she reassures me, ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I won¡¯t switch sexes if I father too many children; I know how to force my evolution to Matron. It would be a nice boost to my physical attributes. As for evolution requirements, you know they aren¡¯t so cut-and-dried from reading the Book of Monsters.¡± ¡°The words are all up here,¡± I tap my noggin, ¡°But the implications are sometimes difficult to grasp. I remember someplicated charts and tables¡­¡± My Goblin wife nods. ¡°The Matron evolution ordinarily requires birthing something like thirty children. However, each third-tier monster encounter lowers that bar by a certain percentage. Even second-tier encounters help a bit, as certain requirements can be substituted for easier tasks at a painfully inefficient exchange rate. It remains a point of contention whether a third-tier encounter is worth three, five, or ten second-tier encounters, or if it varies by monster type. It¡¯s supposedly possible to rank up with no monster encounters. ¡°From what you reported, Peter was attempting to qualify for his fourth-tier rank up by substituting offspring for high-tier encounters. As an aside, the Bunny Matron and Patron evolutions famously require many times more offspring than other monster type equivalents, so it¡¯s no wonder he hasn¡¯t hit the benchmark yet.¡± ¡°So, you think you¡¯re close?¡± ¡°I believe I could evolve into a Matron at this point with ten total impregnations, another third-tier encounter, or a few handfuls of second-tier monsters. We fought a lot of Orcs, Hobs, and Treefolk the other day. It adds up. ¡°Returning to your earlier concern, though, I recall several cases documented in the literature showing it¡¯s not possible to evolve into a Patron while pregnant. That¡¯s my ¡®ace in the hole,¡¯ as ancient humans would say.¡± I chuckle at a funny thought. ¡°We may have to name our first kid, ¡®Ace.¡¯¡± She gives me a raised eyebrow. ¡°Goblins usually wait to name their brood until the children disy traits.¡± ¡°It¡¯s kinda the same in my Hometown with Goblins and Orcs. Actually, speaking of kids, I called you over because I wanted to see if Dura is willing to bear our child.¡± That gets both the Goblin girl¡¯s attention and the Ogress¡¯ interest. The broodsisters meet each other¡¯s gaze, look away in embarrassment, then lock eyes again. ¡°Dura, we promised to share everything¡ªfood, cocks, and pussy, but this is a bit much. You w-wouldn¡¯t want to share your womb and c-carry a Goblin¡¯s spawn¡­ would you?¡± The proud Apprentice is acting surprisingly shy. ¡°My dicks only make Mandragoras, though.¡± ¡°Gabby¡­ Dura is¡­¡± the Ogress¡¯ face flushes, ¡°Dura like Gabby. Dura like Alex. Have¡¯n fun in hut. Dura promise Alex. Dura promise Gabby. Dura¡­ Dura not too stubb¡¯rn take Goblin brood. No need Ogre spawn; no need Bruke baby! Dura want Gabby baby in belly! Dura care for Alex¡¯ brood! Dura proud birth Alex and Gabby spawn. Raise baby strong no matt¡¯r Man¡¯gora or Gobbo!¡± ¡°D-Dura, you big lug,e here,¡± Gabby sniffles as the Ogress¡¯ speech brings her to tears. The broodsisters embrace, the naked siblings holding one another tenderly with the Goblin girl lifted in the Ogress¡¯ arms. It¡¯s a terribly sweet sight to moisten any eye paying attention¡­ that is to say, I shed a few tears while the rest of my harem is distracted with further debauchery. Then Gabby raises herself a few more inches to peck the Ogress on the lips. ¡°Dura, after this, do you think we could have sex¡­ the way we used to?¡± ¡°Wen both Gobbos an¡¯ rub pussies together?¡± A broad smile creases the amazonian woman¡¯s face. ¡°Dura like dat. Den Gabby fuck Dura good after fill Alex promise. Gabby Dura good sisters. Share everyt¡¯ing: food, cocks, pussy, and motherhood.¡± The greedy little Goblin returns Dura¡¯s grin. ¡°Dura, I¡¯d be honored to fuck your pregnant ass up and down this hovel for the next nine months. But, first, Alex has a job to do.¡± ¡°Yes, ma¡¯am!¡± I eagerly stand at attention as the Ogress sets her Goblin partner down. ¡°Dura¡­ Dura job too!¡± Gabby raises an eyebrow as the Ogress extends an open palm, following Dura¡¯s eyes to the Twisted dick in her grip. ¡°But, the n¡ª¡± The broad-shouldered, impressively muscled woman blushes like a maiden. ¡°¡ªGabby and Alex different. Dura not so embarrass¡¯ blowjob baby-daddy.¡± Our mutual Goblin wife and lover hands Dura one of her wooden dildoes. ¡°I¡¯m honestly ttered to be so solicited by such an impressive specimen as yourself, Dura.¡± ¡°Gabby good wit mouth.¡± Eyebrow waggle. ¡°Show Alex ¡®nstead jabber?¡± ¡°An excellent suggestion. Alex, be a dear, and show me those beautiful human buttocks.¡± I bend forward and spread my legs for my wife. She dutifully runs her palms over the soft expanses of my derriere. At the same time, Dura brings the Twisted tip to her lips for a kiss that transitions into something lewder. Gabby shivers in delight as the sensation-linked phallus slides smoothly into the Ogress¡¯ oral chamber. Dura sits and spreads her legs for me, fingers toying with her walnut-sized clit while proceeding to deliver a tongue massage to the wooden cock. Her mouth lubricates the shaft in drool as her hand shoves it a centimeter deeper with repeated thrusts. Hot breathsing faster and harder bathe my rear as Gabby tries to properly appreciate my butt despite her remote oral distraction. Deft fingers find my rosebud and the secret tunnel between my legs. Agile digits coated in Goblin spit rub my entrances, coaxing an ember of heat to life in my core. I¡¯m rigid with desire, twice erect and ready to y. Leaning forward to embrace my gorgeous Ogress, I¡¯m stopped by a tug on my hips. ¡°Not so fast. You¡¯re not going alone; take this.¡± Gabby introduces the tip of her Twisted dildo to my velvet sheath. I¡¯m wet and yielding from forey, easily taking the rod into my depths without resistance. It¡¯s my Goblin lover who hisses through her teeth and desperately clutches at my buns, though. She¡¯s getting double the pleasure, and the cock between Dura¡¯s lips seems to be hitting the back of the Ogress¡¯ throat. And I have a good idea of what that big Ogress tongue do. I fall into Dura¡¯s embrace and bury my face in her massive cleavage. Huge, muscr legs fold around me. There¡¯s a twinge of magic in the air before what must be a vine tendril connects with the base of the dildo in my snatch. Knots and whorls in the wooden length delectably brush my delicate, sensitive channel¡¯s walls, stoking the fire inside me. Unable to practice patience a moment longer, I align my twin dicks with Dura¡¯sher hole. If Spindle can take mine and Cottontail¡¯s at once, why shouldn¡¯t this Ogress be able to fit all of me? Her eyes shoot wide as the tapered tips that easily slid into her sheath quickly thicken further along their lengths. Soon she¡¯s being stretched more than ever before. I doubt even an Ogre cock can match this double insertion. Small hands spread my cheeks and moist lipsnd on my pucker. A slimy, nimble Goblin tongue worms its way inside me. Between the cock stirring my cunt, my dicks stuffing Dura¡¯s snatch rubbing together, and the green-skinned Goblin tossing my sd, I¡¯m being driven wild. I need to move! ¡°Fuck, Dura!¡± It¡¯s amazing how big the Ogress is beneath me. Her waist is the size of a tree trunk as I wrap my arms around her middle. I hump her tight pussy with my frotting cocks and she swallows Gabby¡¯s Twisted rod deeper. Looking up, I see her throat bulge and watch the wooden knots in passing as its length goes in and out. Gabby can¡¯t wait any longer either. She reces her lips with the tip of the dick sticking out from between her legs, its length slick with Slippery Foam and leans close to whisper in my ear, ¡°Alex, my dear, I can¡¯t help but notice Olindia doesn¡¯t have any Swarm bodies¡­¡± Oh, fuck. ¡°In fact, it seems like her Slime mantle has gotten significantly ¡­¡± Oh, fuckity fuck-fuck. ¡°If I didn¡¯t know any better, I¡¯d be inclined to think you gave Olindia the wrong evolution.¡± ¡°Um, G-Gabby, l-look, I can exin¡­¡± I¡¯m tripping over my words in my nervous haste to justify myself. ¡°Actually, Alex, I don¡¯t think you can. I think you fucked up.¡± I¡¯m sweating bullets, stuck between a greedy Goblin and Dura¡¯s rock-hard abs. ¡°B-but she still gets one more use of healing magic on this path, and¡­Yes. Yes, I did.¡± ¡°A mistake of this magnitude demands punishment. You understand, right, Alex, my dear?¡± She doesn¡¯t wait for my answer, climbing up to mount me from behind so her little feet don¡¯t reach the ground, but eleven inches of Twisted rod then plunders my pucker. My heart leaps into my mouth as I scream a deration of passion. Small hips deliver powerful thrusts to my shapely rear. Load pping fills the air as Gabby sets a manic pace. Each impact passes through me to smack my thighs into Dura and push my cocks deeper into our new surrogate. ¡°Gaaabbyyy!!!¡± ¡°Mmmph! Mph! Mmmphhh!!!¡± Gabby¡¯s Twisted dildo is ¡®balls-deepthroating¡¯ Dura as the little Goblin cums explosively from three rods. Applesauce-vored cream fills two of my southern holes as I drop an egg into my uterus with Maternal Ovarian Control. *You¡¯ve Conceived a Mandragora! Congrattions! ¨C One Female Breeder Mark!* Somehow, I¡¯ve managed to restrain my release this long. I¡¯m so fucking full. Full of cock, and full of cream stuffing my gut and cunt. Gabby¡¯s rods are hitting every sensitive ce inside me as I fuck myself on her cocks while pounding Dura¡¯s pussy with my frotting dual dicks. Dura is smiling around the rod lodged deep in her throat. Her massive tits flop around every time I move. Her eyes are rolling skyward as I be a zing inferno. I feel Gabbytched onto my rear, riding me as I use all the leverage my hands and feet can grasp to fuck this hot muscr Ogress. I¡¯m sandwiched between two sexy broodsisters, both of them clutching at me with their legs while my hips push us over the edge to a final climax. One of my Ovipositors prates Dura¡¯s cervix to imnt my and Gabby¡¯s child along with a load of cum. ¡°Aaahhhnnn!!!¡± ¡°Mmmmphhh!¡± *Impregnation Sessful ¨C One Male Breeder Mark!* 81. Bedtime (R-18) 81. Bedtime (R-18) It¡¯s a long night for me. My human pheromones and magical Mark-enhanced Lure semen ignite powerful urges inside my partners. Even after impregnating several of them, or perhaps because of that, my harem isn¡¯t fully satiated until I cum inside each of them again in either their mouth or ass. I am their main source of nutrition right now. I do eventually go a round with Lucinia. I like sucking on her double-D titties while fucking her cloaca, I enjoy the softness of her wings embracing me, and her voice is pleasant when she¡¯s not trying to control my mind, but I¡¯m hesitant to give my heart to yet another bird girl. I blow my load this time in a Flou Slime condom. Overall, we have a magical night of shameless lewdness and wanton debauchery. But, for me, it was Tuesday. When it finallyes time to turn in for the night, we get a pleasant surprise. Spindle conjures threads of sooty purple energy between her four hands, weaving them into string figures that formplex runes one after another. Gabby watches every movement with glinting yellow greedy Goblin eyes. An intricate form steadily manifests one oveppingyer at a time as the corrupted Webling works until I realize what she¡¯s making. It¡¯s a bed! An Emperor-(rather, Empress)-sized mattress of ck silk appears before us as Spindle ties off the spell with a flick of her wrist. It certainly wouldn¡¯t have fit inside the hut without her having knocked down the far wall done some remodeling earlier. The cobweb-thatch ceiling looks water-tight, so it should be safe enough to sleep here. ¡°How did you make such aplex object?¡± Gabby says while examining the thread count of the fabric between green thumb and forefinger. ¡°It¡¯s magic?¡± I shrug. ¡°Dat magi?¡± Dura offers at the same time. Our Goblin wife and lover rolls her eyes as if questioning why we thought for a moment she was asking us. The spider girl gives us an eightfold slow-blink before responding to Gabby in good faith. ¡°It¡¯s not thatplex. There¡¯s no staying power to it either; Spindle will have to remake it nightly. Also, she has experience with textiles from her previous upation.¡± Gale giddily flops onto the bed with her wings outstretched to make a sizable indentation in the cushy fabric. ¡°Fluffy! Fluffy! Fluffy!¡± She makes coverlet-angels with her whole spreadeagled body. ¡°Megan, you¡¯ve got to try this!¡± The mouse girl climbs onto the bed beside her Harpy wife, legs wobbly on the unfamiliar softness. Gale sits up, grabs Megan, and bounces on her knees while happily embracing her partner. ¡°It is bouncy,¡± the little mouse says with her face in Gale¡¯s bosom. Flou¡¯s three bodies go straight for the head of the bed to take the shape of Fuzzy pillows. ¡°Hmm, it looks nice and all, but I¡¯d rather crash at my usual spot,¡± Olindia says as her Large Slime body begins to evaporate before our eyes. Her pink core rides a diminishing tendril straight up my hoo-ha before I can blink. ¡°I need to charge a higher rent.¡± Cottontail resummons her ymate outfit to repair the damage (I notice this version has a cutout for her rosebud to improve future ease of ess) and crawls onto the soft bed, but Dura grabs her by the corset teddy. The Ogress shoves Cottontail¡¯s face between her massive mammaries, plops onto the bed, sets her head on a Flou pillow, and snuggles in with her new ¡®stuffed rabbit¡¯ toy. She¡¯s snoring in seconds. I should note the bed is sturdy enough to take the sudden addition of Dura¡¯s weight without discing Gale and Megan into the ceiling. Our bunny girl, meanwhile, isn¡¯t strong enough to lift the single muscr arm carelessly thrown across her body. Her small hands can barely wrap around the bulging bicep. Dura¡¯s grip seems to tighten every time Cottontail struggles. I guess she¡¯ll have to surrender or be strangled. ¡°Thanks again, Spindle,¡± I say as I sit on one of the bed¡¯s long edges. ¡°Don¡¯t mention it, Vermillion, this is nothing between lovers.¡± ¡°Or spouses?¡± I raise an eyebrow. The spider girl levels her eight amethyst orbs at me. ¡°You are technically Spindle¡¯s Mistress. Unless you¡¯d prefer¡­?¡± ¡°Vermillion is perfect, actually. It¡¯d be a little weird to keep role-reversing what we call one another next time we y around.¡± She smiles at me. ¡°I am content to remain by your side till the end, Vermillion.¡± We kiss, a light touch reaffirming our mutual bonds of affection, and then she approaches Gale and Megan. The mouse girl continues to be a bit leery of the corrupted Webling but, with Gale¡¯s encouragement, the three of them are soon exchanging tender goodnight kisses and the light petting of sexual partners winding down for sleep. Hands are everywhere, at least half of them belonging to Spindle, brushing shoulders, gently cupping breasts, and rubbing backs as three soft chests press into each other¡¯s slender figures. I tear my eyes away from that beautiful sight for a moment. ¡°Lucinia, what are you doing?¡± The Lesser Siren sitting on the floor like a pet looks up at me in confusion. I sigh and motion with my head. ¡°Get on the bed.¡± ¡°You want me to stay the night beside your wives?¡± ¡°Yeah, it¡¯s awkward otherwise. Come on.¡± The bird woman ps up onto the foot of the mattress, sits her bird butt on her bird legs, fluffs up a bit, and folds her wings over her bowed head. I admire the glimpses I can still see of her big boobs. Damn, she¡¯s pretty with that long ck hair. I almost miss Suka trying to sneak past me onto the bed. Instead, I grab her by the wrist and pull her down beside me. She doesn¡¯t meet my gaze at first until I kiss her cheek. ¡°How are you doing?¡± She looks at me with those grey ash eyes smoldering with flecks of embers and I see a hint of shame in them. ¡°Is it wrong that I enjoyed myself tonight?¡± ¡°No, never,¡± I reassure her as I take Suka in a hug. Furry forearms and ws wrap around my shoulders without scratching me. Her smaller breasts squish against myrge ones pleasantly as I shove my nose in her ashen hair and smell her campfire and sleeping bag scent. When we part, I ask, ¡°What makes you say that?¡± ¡°I¡¯m supposed to be this big, bad predator. Getting it from Gabby because I lost the bet is one thing, but I feel like I¡¯m on the bottom of the heap beneath Dura and the spider girl. I should be embarrassed.¡± ¡°That¡¯s not how I see it.¡± She raises an eyebrow. I continue, ¡°I like doing the fucking, but sometimes I want to be tied up and teased for a while. That doesn¡¯t mean I¡¯m not a badass mother fucker. Suka, you fought a Harpy Matron today. You helped us stop an Incursion and kill two Treefolk yesterday. You¡¯re badass and you know it.¡± I pat her head and she wags her tail. ¡°That doesn¡¯t mean you can¡¯t be cute now and then.¡± A wan smile creases her lips. ¡°You¡¯re right. If I like it, there¡¯s no problem.¡± Then an ember of determination inside her zes to life. ¡°If I don¡¯t like it, I need to get stronger and turn the tables!¡± ¡°That¡¯s the spirit. Now, how do you feel about¡­¡± I whisper in her ear. She brightens. ¡°If that¡¯s what you want, then sure.¡± I turn, and this time I catch Gabby as she hops onto the bed. ¡°Ready for your surprise?¡± ¡°Am I going to like it?¡± I use myst Canine Mark I¡¯ve kept in reserve all day. *Selected Wolf Cock!* *Slime Amalgamation can onlybine two body modifications.* Mermaid Ovipositor Lizardman Hemipenis Wolf Cock *Selected Lizardman Hemipenis and Wolf Cock!* I owe her this after previously teasing it as an option. ¡°I-is that¡­? Wolf Cock!¡± Gabby pounces on me and goes to work. The Twisted rod between her legs will only get in the way this time, so she snaps it off at the base. She has no issue doing so since they can reattach or regrow. The greedy Goblin straddles me reverse-cowgirl, a flick of her wand coats my lengths with Slippery Foam magic, she aligns her holes, and sits on my dicks. I watch in awe as her bubble butt descends from on high. Gabby double prates herself on me, spearing both her honey tunnel and backdoor pucker. I¡¯m treated to the sight of curvy green buttocks twerking on myp as she goes up and down on my twin members. *p-p-p!* My fingers clench at the bedsheets as pleasure rockets through me. The sensations are intense, and she is relentless. Her velvet channel squeezes my length while her rosebud tries to pinch my dick off. ¡°Fuck!¡± *p-p-p-p!* It¡¯s almost ufortable how fast and violently she¡¯s pounding my pelvis. I never expected such a small Goblin to be this aggressive when we first met. ¡°Shit, you¡¯re so tight!¡± ¡°Gimme Wolf Cock!¡± This has to be one of her kinks; I¡¯ve got no idea why else she gets like this when doggy dongs are brought up. Seed boils inside me. Her ass rises up even higher and drops down even harder. *p-p-p-p-p!* ¡°I¡¯m close!¡± ¡°Yes, give me all you¡¯ve got, Alex!¡± Though the length is a bit less without Mermaid Ovipositor, this model has a certain prize in store. A special quirk that reveals itself as my increased cum volume from Paternal Seminal Control releases a torrent that paints Gabby¡¯s insides white. ¡°¡°Aaahhhnnn!¡±¡± She slumps forward, exhausted, but doesn¡¯t slide off my members. The bulbs at the bases of my dicks swell to double their normal size as I knot my head wife¡¯s ass and pussy post-climax. ¡°Herk!¡± The Goblin girl can barely move, so there¡¯s no escaping. We¡¯re tied at the groin. My cocks twitch at the erotic situation, releasing another jet of cream inside my partner. ¡°Heh, heh, more for me¡­¡± Gabby goes limp as the added stimtion finally overwhelms her. I stand to the full height of my seven-foot-tall Orc Stature, letting the three-foot-tall Goblin girl dangle between my legs like an ornament. I¡¯m not sure how long we¡¯ll stay connected like this, but it seems safe to say my cocks are fully upied for the night. ¡°Was that your n, honey? Make it so I couldn¡¯t fuck anybody but you until dawn?¡± ¡°Urp,¡± Gabby says as her belly begins to inte with therge volume of cum I¡¯m injecting, not to mention she¡¯s being held upside down. I chuckle. The greedy Goblin finally gets what she deserves. That is to say, all my love and affection. With a stretch and a yawn, I¡¯m ready for bed this time. I lower my head onto the middle Flou pillow between Dura lying on her side and Gale¡¯s back as she faces the other way. The Harpy is already snoring peacefully. Cottontail¡¯s bunny buns press into my leg as I sidle into position. The ymate is still trapped in Dura¡¯s embrace. Gale has a thigh thrown over Megan and Spindle¡¯s hip with a wing cast over her partners like a nket. The mouse girl¡¯s head rests on four breasts pressed together as Spindle and Gale sandwich the smaller woman between them. Spindle¡¯s pedipalps have locked onto Megan¡¯s butt, and four hands appear to be constantly molesting the poor girl¡¯s sensitive areas until the Webling finally drifts off to sleep. Gabby flops back onto my stomach as her limp limbs sprawl out. I put my hands behind my head and patiently wait until a shadow looms over me. ¡°Your nightcap, as requested, pervert,¡± Suka says as she sits on my face. Suka and Gale are my two favorite face-sitters, and I can¡¯t hog Gale all the time. I just love my Cinderwolf¡¯s scent: perfectly clean from her magic burning the impurities off her skin, the slight personal musk of a huntress¡¯s pheromones, with a light touch of savory smoke. I nestle between her ass cheeks to lick and suck at her smooth slit while shoving my nose against her rosebud. Her wolf tail wags over me, brushing my hair. Sukays atop Gabby in a breasts-sixty-nine. I hear them suckling at each other for a while, and the wolf girl shivers and croons out another orgasm from my oral services, but we all eventually copse spent. What a great way to end the night! 82. Breakfast (R-18) 82. Breakfast (R-18) I have the strangest wet dream that night I¡¯m being sucked off by Julia and Jenny. They¡¯re really excited by my double-dong hemipenis! Sadly, seconds before nutting in my sleep, I awaken with morning wood to find my childhood crushes nowhere around. Instead, I find Gabby having finally slipped off my cocks and spreadeagled on the bed beside us. Her belly is immensely swollen, no doubt from molesting me in my sleep and reaping the intion repercussions. She¡¯s awake and self-satisfied; if experiencing a terrible case of cum-burp heartburn. ¡°Blerk, ugh!¡± ¡°I¡¯m guessing you¡¯re skipping breakfast this morning?¡± I ask as I sit up. Gabby gives me a nauseous look in return. Don¡¯t look at me that way! This is what happens when you eat with your ass! ¡°Breakfast!?!¡± Suka bursts into the hut, a light coating of perspiration on her naked skin from her pre-dawn run. She leaps onto the bed, waking the others, and nabs my left nipple before anyone else is alert enough to object. From there, it¡¯s a feeding frenzy. ¡°Milkies!?!¡± Gale reaches my right nipple before anyone else, but she dutifully baby-birds mouthfuls of Sustenance-enhanced white gold to Megan. Spindle and Dura go for my dicks, locking eyespetitively as they coax seed from shafts covered in Goblin musk. Cottontail somehow avoids being crushed in the rush and stares longingly at my canine-shaped rods while patiently awaiting her turn. Lucinia looks on passively, not even attempting to take a turn before being invited. I brush Suka and Gale¡¯s hair as they nurse. It is a rxing way to start the day, but having to wait to feed two of my girls irks me. As much as I enjoy blowjobs and the sweet feeling of breastfeeding my lovers, I can see the writing on the wall. There¡¯s already a breakfast queue. If I don¡¯t do something about finding additional food sources, or somehow avoid picking up another harem member (which seems to be a vanishingly small chance) things are going to be worse tomorrow morning. Yikes. Eventually, the first-rounders have their fill. I mount Cottontail¡¯s self-lubricating ass on one cock and let Lucinia put her head between the bunny¡¯s legs to suck off the second shaft. I use Cottontail like an onahole, moving the bunny girl like a cock-sleeve until I cum and knot myself tight in her butt. ¡°Aahn!¡± ¡°Mmmph!¡± Lucinia is slower to get away than Spindle or Dura and gets herself orally knotted on ident. Now she¡¯s got no choice but to sit there, jaw stretched wide, with Cottontail¡¯s balls on her face as I cum down her throat until I eventually dete. The bunny girl is happy as can be, if a little embarrassed to be my new ¡®hood ornament.¡¯ I think Lucinia¡¯s nose is pressing Cottontail¡¯s prostate through the perineum or something. Okay, it¡¯s not quite dawn. Time to spend all my marks before the sun rises and resets my magic. Let¡¯s start with the least interesting. *Darkling Marks ¨C Four* Darkling Sight Wicked Weaver Profane Sight Webling (B, BW, J, WW) Body ck Widow Ovipositor Servitor Egg Production Webling (B, BW, J) Silk Jumper Jump Wicked Weaver Weaving Wicked Weaver Perversion Rod Webling (B, BW, J, WW) Fangs ck Widow Venom Burrower Acidic Venom Jumper Aphrodisiac Venom Wicked Weaver Vampiric Drain Webling (BW, J, WW) Spider Climb Webling ck Widow Scythes Webling ck Widow Incubation Milk Webling Burrower Tremor Sense Wicked Weaver Webling Dark Magic *Darkling Sight is avable through Slime Amalgamation!* Okay, okay! Not bad! I have to give credit where it¡¯s due. Darkling Marks no longer seem like a waste of time! Profane Sight has crossover with the Profane mark tree, so that¡¯s interesting. Aphrodisiac Venom is a nice vanity ability to grab with all these extra free marks. I¡¯m not really interested in having a spider body, which I¡¯m pretty sure is a hard requirement for silk production. The Vampiric Drain is tempting; I think I can pick it up during the golden hour here in a bit, though. Dark Magic is obvious. The ¡®Perversion Rod¡¯ has got to be Spindle¡¯s phallus, but I need a spider body to equip it. The ck Widow Scythes might make sense if I get them as extra limbs, but they¡¯d make certain interactions more awkward. I should be fine for melee weapons as long as I have Flou and Blood Magic. Tremor Sense is somewhat situational, so I¡¯ll hold off on that until I need it. Yeah, that makes sense. *Selected Darkling Sight!* *Slime Amalgamation can onlybine two body modifications.* Harpy Sight Mermaid Sight Darkling Sight Selected Harpy Sight and Darkling Sight! *Selected Profane Sight!* That one seems to be a metaphysical modification, so it doesn¡¯t interfere with my two choices through Slime Amalgamation. I have a moment where weird lines and traces of smoke are visible all around me. Nausea threatens to bubble up inside me and I instinctively push this new sense down until I can get a grip on itter. *Selected Wicked Weaver Webling Dark Magic!* Great! With two second-tier sources, the Dark Magic I can¡¯t use is now twice as powerful! (Sarcasm intended.) *Selected Wicked Weaver Webling Fangs!* My incisors sharpen, lengthen, and hollow to hypodermic points. It feels weird at first, my tongue keeps poking at them, but I quickly adjust. That¡¯s all four marks spent. During the golden hour, I¡¯ll refund Profane Sight to give me a free Darkling mark. I¡¯ll hold onto that for tomorrow so I can decide between Aphrodisiac Venom, Vampiric Drain, and Tremor Sense on the fly. Next is checking what Cottontail¡¯s new evolution did for me. *Fuzzy Marks ¨C One* Rodent Nose (Bunny, Mouse, Mole-man) Rodent Ears (Bunny, Mouse) Mouse Predator Sense Rodent Stature (Bunny, Mouse) Bunny Patron Stature Bunny Patron Longevity Bunny Patron Strength Rodent Tail (Bunny, Mouse, ymate) ymate Anal Lube Rodent Legs (Bunny, Mouse, ymate) Bunny Hop Good Digger Lucky Rabbit Foot Bunny Patron Legs Rodent Cock (Bunny, Mouse, Mole-man) Bunny Patron Cock Bunny Stamina Bunny Patron Stamina Mole-man Earth Magic Bunny Patron Earth Magic Mole-man ws Mole-man Summon Shovel Bunny Patron Summon Carrot Bunny ymate Outfit *Bunny Patron Cock is avable without requirement through Paternal Malleability!* *Rodent Stature is avable through Slime Amalgamation!* Nothing particrly jumps out at me this time. Both ymate options are great luxury abilities, but Fuzzy mark options have stiffpetition. I could gamble on one of the body modifications I haven¡¯t selected yet to see if anything new unlocks, but I got really fortunate yesterday and I doubt I can repeat the feat two days in a row. Also, I¡¯m happy with Lucky Foot and Predator Sense. What are the chances there¡¯s something better than that under fucking Mouse Tail, for example? Fuck, now that I¡¯ve tempted fate, I have to check. *Selected Mouse Tail!* Checking the list again reveals I unlocked ¡®Mouse Bnce.¡¯ Perfect for the next time I go tightrope walking. Well, better than the ¡®nothing¡¯ I expected. I know from my Canine marks that not every body modification unlocks a hidden ability. Onto the main course. *Goblinoid Marks ¨C Two* Goblin Ears Goblinoid Ears (Apprentice, Hob, Orc) Goblin Gut Goblinoid Gut (Apprentice, Hob, Orc) Goblin Nails Hobgoblin Nails Goblin Stature Hobgoblin Stature Orc Stature Orc Strength Ogre Stature Ogre Strength Ogre Toughness Goblin Cock Goblinoid Cock (Hob, Orc, Ogre) Goblin Apprentice Fast Learner Goblin Apprentice Quick Study Goblin Apprentice Summon Spectacles Summon Club (Hobgoblin, Orc, Ogre) *Hob/Orc/Ogre Cock is avable without requirement through Paternal Malleability!* *Goblin/Hob/Ogre Stature is avable through Slime Amalgamation!* Anotherpetitive mark tree. This time I can¡¯t justify going with anything but the clear winners. *Selected Ogre Stature!* *Selected Ogre Strength!* Power surges through my body, greatly exceeding what I had from Orc Strength. I don¡¯t know if I¡¯m as strong as Dura now because Slime Amalgamation averaged my height between Orc and Ogre, but it¡¯s definitely worth finding out! Just wait for me to refund a Stature during golden hour and get another pick! Next, dessert. *Draconic Marks ¨C One* Kobold ws Lizardman ws Kobold Scales Lizardman Scales Kobold Stature Lizardman Stature Kobold Hemipenis Lizardman Hemipenis Kobold Inner Heat Lizardman Inner Spark Going through the options one by one: ws aren¡¯t my thing, and I have plenty of weapons. Also, I like to finger my lovers. Lizardman Stature is a side-step to my current Orc Stature. The biggest advantage there would be freeing up a mark in the Goblinoid tree. I love having double dicks, especially with Slime Amalgamation letting mebine features with another cock of my choice. That said, I get a free cock through my daily use of Paternal Malleability¡­ Maybe I should refund Lizardman Hemipenis. Inner Heat/Spark takes the ce of the magic-type ability that a lot of races seem to get. Given this mark tree is titled ¡®Draconic¡¯ I can say with confidence this is leading up to some form of Fire Magic. Lastly, the scales. While not quite as good as my crab armor, I was impressed by the elite Lizardmen¡¯s ability to deflect my wooden spear tip. Also, I vividly recall having my defenses torn like paper by the Grand Harpy¡¯s ws. Higher defense can¡¯t be a bad thing. Additionally, right before the golden hour is the perfect time to test something like this. *Selected Kobold Scales!* *Switch or Amalgamate?* Ah, I see, this conflicts with my Mandragora Photosynthesis ability. I choose tobine the two with Slime Amalgamation. Green scales cover my entire body from head to toe. Thankfully, I get to keep the long ck hair on my head, though the rest of my body hair (armpit, leg, and pubic) falls out as the scales form. I immediately enjoy the look and texture of my perfectly bald pussy, discovering the scales to be wonderfully smooth and soft. No loss of sensitivity either¡­ mmm! I turn to my harem. ¡°What do y¡¯all think?¡± A plethora of wide eyes drink in my pristine, newly glossy form along with my alluring bust and assets. That seems to be a unanimous vote in favor despite the stunned silence. New armor get! Guess I¡¯m a scalie now. Lastly, time to see what I¡¯m packing. *Breeder Marks ¨C Four (Male), Three (Female)!* Paternal Malleability I (II - 3) Paternal Customization (3) Paternal Inheritance I Paternal Seminal Control Volume Qualities Spawn Attributes Paternal Seminal Potency Sustenance Sperm Lure Partner Tracker Partner Map Partner Brand Power Bond I Sympathetic Link I Brand Summoning Token Partner Presence Distress Call Maternal Ovarian Control Maternity Ward Create Womb Seed Maternal Fetus Protection Maternal Brand Fast-Maturing Spawn Maternal Inheritance I Maternal Fast-Gestation I Maternal Mammary Control and Potency Sustenance Pacification Allure Holy fuck! Since I¡¯ve got aparative wealth of Breeder marks, I may as well knock out a few things on my wish list! *Selected Paternal Inheritance I!* I¡¯ll finally be able to pass on my powers to my offspring in some capacity. Whether that¡¯s just my breeder abilities or something more remains to be seen. Long overdue. *Selected Paternal Seminal Control ¨C Spawn Attributes!* Not sure what this does exactly, but it makes sense that it¡¯ll allow me to tweak my sperm a bit. A great choice for a monster breeder! It also finallypletes the Seminal Control trio. Guess I¡¯ll discover the details next time I knock someone up. *Selected Maternal Mammary Control and Potency ¨C Allure!* My breasts immediately grow another cup size. I grab them in my hands and fondle myself. These are some real coconuts! I think I¡¯m ¡®Double-D¡¯ now! The boob jobs I can give with these¡­ Paizuri for the win! Everyone¡¯s eyes are already on me as I¡¯ve been manipting my tattoos and growing strange new appendages, but their gazes are suddenly glued to my chest. Continuing to juggle my jubblies results in a bunch of spaced-out, almost hypnotized expressions. I see several mouths salivating despite me just filling their bellies. Got to admit, the shape and texture of these things are top-notch. Super perky and bouncy! I think my new mark optimized my boob attributes. Come to think, I bet my milk production has increased slightly as well. It¡¯s also satisfying toplete the Mammary trio atst. *Selected Maternal Inheritance I!* Second verse same as the first. Long overdue. It¡¯ll be interesting to see how thispares with Paternal Inheritance as well. And, really, what¡¯s the point of being a monster breeder without getting marks like these? *Selected Maternity Ward!* Another quality-of-life enhancement mark. If it¡¯s anything like the name implies, it should help me with pregnancy, getting pregnant, or something. I haven¡¯te across a useless Breeder mark yet. Ahhh¡­ I feel like a fucking sex goddess. The control I have over my hermaphroditic body and offspring is incredible. One might even call it divine. But let¡¯s not get carried away already. Double-checking my menu after my selections, I see a ton of new stuff has opened up! There¡¯re so many options¡­ I guess I¡¯ll save looking at it for next time. I want one more thing right away, though. It¡¯s safe to say everyone present has my Brand at this point, so I should proceed with getting a mark in that branch. *Selected Power Bond I!* I like power! Everyone loves more power! But what does it do¡­? *Select Brand¡­* Dura Cottontail Gabby Suka Olindia Flou Spindle Gale Megan Hmm, I see, I see. No Arie, Kani, or Opal. Still need to apply my brand to them before they be selectable. Well, it¡¯s not exactly clear what this will do, so let me apply a little logic. ¡®Power Bond¡¯ seems to imply one or both of us are going to get a boost of some kind from this. That means I should pick one of my fighters. Additionally, if I¡¯m being a bit selfish, I should choose a partner with something I want¡­ or, rather, someone with a mark tree that feels particrly deficient. With that in mind, I think this is the best option. *Selected Suka!* *Gained Cinderwolf Rush!* Oh. My. Fucking. Goodness. It must be my birthday because I got all I could¡¯ve possibly wished for! A quick check confirms getting a second Power Bond and beyond is going to get very expensive, so I don¡¯t feel too bad about already spending a bunch of Breeder marks. The other things I got are also very important, okay! If I were really desperate for power bonds at some point, I could just impregnate the Warren. I don¡¯t want that though¡­ Winning on my terms is also important. I¡¯m not a ve to power! It justes naturally! Yeah, I like that. Why get bent out of shape trying to min/max everything like an ancient human Arr Pee Gee? This is my life, you know! If I don¡¯t have fun, my mental health will suffer!
*Avable Marks ¨C 1*
Canine None!
Avian None!
Mer None!
Goblinoid None!
Slime None!
Fuzzy None!
Forest None!
Darkling None!
Draconic None!
Profane None!
Breeder (male) One!
Breeder (female) None!
Welp. Couldn¡¯t quite bring myself to spend everything. Oh, well. Time to greet the dawn. 83. Dark Magic 83. Dark Magic ¡°Alex, what the heck?¡± Suka says to get my attention. She¡¯s ying with her tummy tattoo, which still depicts my and Gabby¡¯s Mandragora infant son in her uterus within my heart-shaped and haloed brand, but now sports the addition of an interactive mark menu. I¡¯ve finally deted enough to pull Cottontail and Lucinia off my knots. ¡°Oh, it did something for you, too. Nice,¡± I say as I extract myself from my partners. The bunny girl is noticeably inted and Lucinia coughs to clear seed from her throat. ¡°I got a new mark ability called, ¡®Power Bond¡¯ and selected you. Get anything cool?¡± The Cinderwolf girl continues to paw through her options. ¡°Yeah, there¡¯s way too much to choose from! Harpy Sight? Dark Magic? Slime Core? What am I supposed to do with these? Ooo, wait, I¡¯ve got it!¡± My eyes bulge as I hear her go through what sounds like my selected marks list. ¡°Suka, let¡¯s hold off a minute and think this through! We don¡¯t know if¡ª¡± ¡°Ogre Strength selected! Yes! Dura, you and me. Arm-wrestling. Outside. Now!¡± ¡°Dura no ¡®fuse challenge!¡± With that, two of my girls are storming outside into the early dawn light before I can object any further. My shoulders slump. She could¡¯ve picked anything¡­ ¡°Well, I guess we should go watch.¡± The girls and I all head outside to observe the match. Dura and Suka set up with their elbows on a big rock. They have Cottontail do the count. ¡°R-ready? One, two, t-three!¡± It¡¯s a closer match than I expected. The two of them are locked in a test of strength for long seconds. Muscles bulge and veins pulse, but there¡¯s only one possible conclusion. ¡°Dura win!¡± ¡°Fuck, I almost got you, though!¡± Gabby blinks in surprise as she remarks, ¡°It¡¯s shocking yousted as long as you did, Suka. A wolf with improved strength is quite impressive.¡± With no technique or strategy to speak of, the difference in height seems to be the deciding factor. Even with so-called, ¡®Ogre Strength,¡¯ a person¡¯s stature has a huge impact on their quantitative power. I decide to test my theory. ¡°Me next, Dura.¡± I kneel in Suka¡¯s ce as she stands and put my elbow on the rock. ¡°Sure, sure, Dura wee challenge!¡± I have a few inches on Suka as well as Orc Strength further boosting me, so it¡¯s an even closer match thanst time, but Dura proves my logic correct. If I have no idea what I¡¯m doing, height bes the primary factor, with magical strength enhancements being supplemental. ¡°Dura win ¡®gain!¡± Every little bit counts but I can safely refund Orc Strength withoutpromising my abilities if I find something better on the Goblinoid tree. Being able to lift another twenty or fifty pounds is great and all, but it¡¯s certainly no night-and-day difference like having Ogre Strength versus nothing. That¡¯s something Suka can attest to. The others are still fawning over her. ¡°How¡¯re you so strong all of a sudden, huh?¡± Gale asks the Cinderwolf girl. Suka tosses her hair. ¡°I already said it¡¯s some weird Alex magic. She did something and I picked this off the tattoo menu.¡± All eyes on me again. ¡°Alex, this Power Bond,¡± Gabby begins with some repressed eagerness, ¡°Suka was able to choose from any of your abilities?¡± I shrug. ¡°Seemed that way.¡± The Goblin girl bows her head, deep in thought. ¡°I bet there are some incredible hidden synergies. Alex, we must test this!¡± ¡°Spindle is suddenly interested in Vermillion¡¯s magic catalog¡­¡± ¡°Dura strong, but get stronger?¡± ¡°Gale is a good girl! She deserves the Power Bond!¡± ¡°I¡¯d like to be more useful as well,¡± the bunny girl says. Et tu, Cottontail? Of course, with an ability as crazy as Power Bond, the supply is going to be vastly short of the demand. ¡°Look, everyone calm down. I can¡¯t make any more Power Bonds; I¡¯m all out of marks for the moment. We¡¯ll talk it over next time I get one, alright?¡± After some grumbling, my harem drops the topic. Gabby taps her head as she turns away. ¡°Eidetic memory.¡± The insinuation is clear enough. I won¡¯t be able to get away with ying it off as a mistake next time. Alright, the sun is rising, it¡¯s golden hour. Time to do a little mark rearranging. First up, the newest: Profane marks. *Profane Marks ¨C None!* Impish Profane Sight Impish Stature Impish Dark Magic Impish Cock Yep. All good. Wait, hold on. ¡°Gabby, can you take a look at this?¡± ¡°Hmm?¡± I exin the situation to her. ¡°Any ideas why Malik would only be worth one mark for me?¡± ¡°Oh, I thought it was rather obvious and haven¡¯t said anything. Sorry, Alex,¡± Gabby apologizes, but it doesn¡¯t make me feel any better. ¡°Then again, I¡¯vepiled and corrted all the data you¡¯ve given me on what each monster you¡¯ve interacted with yielded in terms of marks, so don¡¯t feel dumb.¡± Harumph. She continues, ¡°Take the Wolf Lord, worth three marks because he¡¯s a third-tier evolution. Then when you defeated the Cinderwolf, Suka, she was only worth one mark. What gives?¡± ¡°Hey, I¡¯m worth tons of marks!¡± ¡°I know you are, hot stuff,¡± I wink to cate my spicy wolf bae. ¡°It¡¯s this stupid system that doesn¡¯t understand.¡± She blushes, my tactic seeming to work. Gabby clears her throat before going on, ¡°We know from Alex defeating multiple enemies of the same type that redundancy isn¡¯t counted in your favor. Only unique evolutions contribute to your mark count. So, why didn¡¯t you get a Dire Wolf mark?¡± That question has me scratching my head. ¡°When did I defeat a Dire Wolf? Suka and I didn¡¯t fight until she evolved.¡± My Goblin wife wags a finger at me. ¡°You got your Wolf Lord mark from a sexual encounter, not a battle. From what you said, you also had a sexual encounter with Suka before being formally introduced.¡± Shit, that¡¯s right, I totally gave Suka cunnilingus that melted her legs in front of her whole n. That has to count for something! ¡°Don¡¯t you have a hidden list of mark-less aplishments? If I¡¯m right, it¡¯ll be there.¡± I go dumpster diving through my buried backlog of tattoo non-notifications. *Embarrassed the Dire Wolf ¨C No Marks!* Fuck, Gabby was right. ¡°It¡¯s there.¡± ¡°What say?¡± Dura asks. Suka punches the Ogress¡¯ arm to get her to shut up. Dura doesn¡¯t flinch and punches the Cinderwolf right back, causing Suka to stumble off bnce. ¡°Just exin what this means already.¡± I evade the question for Suka¡¯s benefit. Teasing in private is one thing, but I have a soft spot for that girl¡¯s soft ass and don¡¯t want to risk losing it by getting put in the proverbial doghouse. Gabby has a very self-satisfied expression upon having her theory confirmed. ¡°Obviously, the Dire Wolf evolution is redundant with Wolf Lord.¡± Huh? ¡°¡°Huh?¡±¡± Suka and Megan say in unison. Gale is holding her head like she¡¯s getting a headache from all this exposition. Flou is busy putting ruby rhinestones on Cottontail¡¯s sexy ymate outfit while the bunny girl follows the conversation quietly. Dura lost interest when her brief curiosity about Suka¡¯s backstory went unanswered and started squishing one of Flou¡¯s Fuzzy Slime bodies between her hands like an ancient human fidget toy. Spindle is listening without speaking with a spider¡¯s patience and stillness. It¡¯s a bit creepy once one realizes the Webling isn¡¯t blinking. ¡°Think of it this way,¡± Gabby says, ¡°The Wolf Lord gave you three marks: one from itself, one from the Dire Wolf he evolved from, and one from his Doggin first-tier evolution. Suka gave you one mark for her Cinderwolf evolution, no marks for her previous form as a Dire Wolf because it was redundant for you, and no marks for being born a Doggin because it was reductant for you. That logic applies to all the other monster marks you¡¯ve gotten so far.¡± ¡°My original question was, ¡®Why did Malik the Imp only give me one mark despite being a second-tier monster.¡¯¡± Gabby nods. ¡°The logical conclusion is that the Profane tree doesn¡¯t have a first-tier evolution. Which makes sense; they¡¯re corrupted beings. That Imp was probably born a Goblin before being transformed by dark magic.¡± I did think Malik looked a lot like a twisted Goblin when I first saw him. ¡°Well, I feel like this was a long walk to answer a simple question, but at least some things make more sense.¡± Megan pokes Gale awake, the Harpy girl having fallen asleep during Gabby¡¯s speech. Next is the Darkling mark tree. I go ahead and refund Darkling Sight under the light of the rising sun. Having spent some time considering my situation, I also decide to refund Spider Climb. It''s a great ability but too situational to keep it equipped at all times. *Darkling Marks ¨C Two* Darkling Sight Wicked Weaver Profane Sight Webling (B, BW, J, WW) Body ck Widow Ovipositor Servitor Egg Production Webling (B, BW, J) Silk Jumper Jump Wicked Weaver Weaving Wicked Weaver Perversion Rod Webling (B, BW, J, WW) Fangs ck Widow Venom Burrower Acidic Venom Jumper Aphrodisiac Venom Wicked Weaver Vampiric Drain Webling (BW, J, WW) Spider Climb Webling ck Widow Scythes Webling ck Widow Incubation Milk Webling Burrower Tremor Sense Wicked Weaver Webling Dark Magic Yeah, I¡¯ll leave these marks unspent. No idea what I¡¯ll need it for until I decide what to do today. Actually, while everyone is here, I did want to ask¡­ ¡°Fuck, I don¡¯t want this to be a whole other thing after we just had this long spiel about marks, but it¡¯s kind of important. Spindle, what am I doing wrong?¡± I summon a ball of darkness in my hand (twice asrge asst time, thank you very much) and throw it away from the hut. Instead of impacting the ground and exploding like Malik¡¯s orb of dark energy that nearly killed me, it dissolves in the air as it flies like a droplet of ink in the ocean. The spider girl blinks, possibly for the first time all morning. ¡°Um, Vermillion forgot to shape the energy?¡± I facepalm. ¡°Duh.¡± Thinking back to my battle with Malik, he was constantly weaving runes and pentagrams and shit out of this ¡®Profane energy.¡¯ Thankfully, I watched him do it with Fast Learner equipped. I start conjuring more Dark Magic and wave my arms around. How did it go again¡­? Misshaped runes and squiggles appear in the air around me that pop and fizzle. Sooty purple power glows radioactively around my hands. Except, I¡¯m not even forming a ball at this point. It looks more like the fireworks behind your eyelids when you close your eyes super tight. I stop, and the special effects gradually fade to the disappointment of my audience. I totally didn¡¯t have an Eidetic memory equipped when I fought Malik. Sure, I can learn from watching, but imitating everything exactly right with no mistakes? Without Quick Study? Good luck with that. ¡°Oh, I see what went wrong,¡± Gabby says as she adjusts her spectacles. ¡°You forgot to ount for the leylines.¡± ¡°Leylines?¡± The Goblin girl nods. ¡°Yes, the lines of magical interactions undergirding reality. They surround us and prate us.¡± ¡°Heh, lewd,¡± Spindle giggles. I school my expression because I was thinking the same thing¡­ Ahem. ¡°But, seriously, Gabby, leylines?¡± ¡°Let me show you.¡± Gabby grabs one of her Twisted rods (she never leaves the hut without at least one) and waves it around in the air. ¡°There, see?¡± ¡°Um, no.¡± I don¡¯t have any idea what she¡¯s doing. ¡°Vermillion, I sensed you gain the Profane Sight through our mystical connection earlier. You should be able to see them.¡± I squint my eyes. The nauseous sensation returns along with a sea of strange waves illustrated by invisible lines. They have no color, but my mind seems to want to color them. A wave of my hand both passes through most of them without interaction but causes smoke-trail whirlpools in the wispy grey lines. Gabby¡¯s rod stirs the springy green lines wherever the tip goes. ¡°Trippy.¡± Now I think back to reading the Book of Monsters with Gabby¡¯s sses, I do remember seeing a bunch of funny lines everywhere. I just thought they were defects in the lenses. ¡°So, Gabby, you¡¯ve been able to see these ¡®leylines¡¯ all along?¡± ¡°That¡¯s correct,¡± the green-skinned shortstack says. ¡°It¡¯s been quite frustrating being able to see, but not interact with the fundamental building blocks of magic until recently. I needed an external tool to initiate that interaction.¡± That¡¯s why she had me rip off that Treefolk¡¯s dick¡­ I repeat my earlier effort imitating Malik. This time, the results are at least spectacr. In my attempt to make something happen, I grasp and clutch at any hint of destructive energy. The power I umte seems as if it will align into a coherent shape with just a few more tweaks before disastrously spiraling out of control. A tug on my back yanks me away from my spellwork as a stone barricade erupts from the ground in front of me. My harem dives for cover as the failed spell explodes in a sh of purple light. There¡¯s a small crater surrounded by singed nt life, but nosting damage beyond the wrecked st wall. Spindle severs the spider silk tether used to pull me away from the epicenter as Gabby dismisses her earthen creation. My Webling lover tsks. ¡°Try to be more careful with Dark Magic, Vermillion. Taming elemental chaos isn¡¯t so simple as the mud flinging you¡¯re used to.¡± ¡°Why is it still not working?¡± I ask, frustrated. ¡°Shouldn¡¯t I be able to learn a spell done in front of me multiple times now that I have Dark Magic and can see what I¡¯m doing?¡± Gabby approaches to whack me on the shin with her wooden dildo. ¡°Ow!¡± ¡°Alex, if you blow yourself up, I¡¯ll never forgive you!¡± Gabby says with a huff. She¡¯s not screaming angry as much as relieved we¡¯re all okay. ¡°Your habitual recklessness aside, I suspect it¡¯s abination of yourck of experience with leylines as well as the necessary specificity of Dark Magic spells.¡± ¡°The Goblin is exactly correct in this case,¡± Spindle agrees, ying cat¡¯s cradle with lines of purple energy strung between her four hands. ¡°Dark Magic requires knowledge and finesse.¡± Ah! What am I doing trying to muddle through this when I have a teacher to learn from?!? I turn to the Webling and ask, ¡°Can you do Malik¡¯s dark energy orb?¡± The spider girl titters at my question. ¡°It¡¯s cute you think Spindle can memorizeplex magical spellwork first try, no mistakes. Yes, she is awesome, but that would be an insane feat of magical prowess.¡± By waving her Twisted rod around, Gabby manages to reproduce my first spell misfire (the harmless light show) exactly down to the same squiggles, pops, and fizzles. The rest of my harem is mildly interested, but the effect on a certain Webling is profound. *Cough* ¡°Ah, hmm. Uh, what, pray tell, did you say you were again, precisely, Miss?¡± Spindle suddenly has a lot more respect in her voice when addressing Gabby. Gabby puffs out her chest, emphasizing her impressively voluptuous rack. ¡°Goblin Apprentice, and ¡®Miss Goblin¡¯ is fine because I¡¯m never telling you my full name, demon. Anyway, I¡¯ve been stuck at this evolutionary stage for a while with plenty of time to work out the kinks.¡± She adjusts her spectacles again before continuing, ¡°Copying your weaving is difficult more due to your many hands than ack of ability to recall your spellwork.¡± To prove her words, Gabby takes a Twisted rod in each hand and weaves strings of purple energy between them. The problem is simply that she¡¯s very slow in going about it as if working with two fingerspared to Spindle¡¯s twenty digits on four hands. However slow, her progress is steady. Combining Fast Learner and Quick Study along with spellcasting capabilities is truly bonkers. The spider girl grins, showing her fangs in contrast with her expression of joy. ¡°Spindle is happy she left the underground. Alex has so very many fun toys to y with, and she is delighted to meet you, Miss Goblin. She looks forward to working together in the future¡­?¡± ¡°As long as you support Alex, I¡¯m fine with coboration,¡± Gabby assents with a sh of her pointy Goblin teeth. I¡¯m disappointed at not being able to use Dark Magic in a realistically useful way, but gratified two of my girls are learning to get along. A thought urs to me, ¡°If the issue is ack of knowledge, can¡¯t we learn more Dark Magic by studying anything Malik left behind under Harpy Mountain?¡± ¡°Most certainly. While the barrier deactivated with his death, the inscribed runes should remain¡­¡± Spindle spectes before frowning. ¡°Unfortunately, that would require us to descend into the hostile underground to contend with Mother¡¯s forces and perhaps face her directly. There is much to gain and much at risk.¡± Shit, she¡¯s right. I forgot about the ''Would-Be-Queen Under the Mountain'' she told me about and the army of Servitors I narrowly escaped. ¡°Yeah, it¡¯s not like we can pop down there for a quick look. Fighting our way to the abandoned Lizardman camp would be a whole thing.¡± Put it on the list, I guess. Regardless, that leaves our usage of Dark Magic rather limited. Hmm¡­ ¡°Spindle, not to downy your abilities since you were key in defeating the Harpy Matron and made our bedst night, but can you do anything else with your magic?¡± ¡°She takes no offense, Vermillion. Spindle has long since realized she is more of a maker than a full-caster, hence the ¡®Weaver¡¯ designation. Textile creation and maniption seems toe naturally due to her evolutionary origins. However, she has the potential to learn more advanced magics with the acquisition of new information sources.¡± Gabby perks up at this spouting of data, then narrows her eyes at me. ¡°You never told me the whole story of her evolution, not to mention all the details you left out about your time on the Mountain. I expect a thorough report for my research after being left behind yesterday.¡± I rub the back of my head apologetically as I wince internally at all the talking required of me. Unexpectedly, Dura lights up as she remembers something important. ¡°Ah! Dura fo¡¯got! Gabby want story Bruke evolved. Him Ogre General!¡± Oh, fuck. 84. Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger 84. Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger Fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Bruke evolved into an Ogre General! Okay, what does that even mean? Let¡¯s say an Orc Patron can beat a Goblin Patron, an Ogre Patron can beat an Orc Patron, and an Ogre General can beat an Ogre Patron. Theoretically, that¡¯s three levels stronger than a baseline tier-three like Peter the Bunny Patron. Add onto that the fact ¡®Leadership-type¡¯ evolutions (such as Wolf Lord) are among the strongest in their tier. In other words, ¡®Ogre General¡¯ is a top third-tier existence, if not peak third-tier. And here I am still struggling to beat a Harpy Matron¡­ ¡°Yesterday, Dura go Fen challenge Bruke! Dura lose¡­ End!¡± Other than her story being aggravatingly absent of details, it does paint a clear picture of what happened. An Ogre General is a leader of Ogres, said evolution requiring the defeat of many Ogres. Dura was thest in a long line of Ogres Bruke needed to beat in order toplete his advanced evolution. In other words, this is my fault. ¡°This means war¡­¡± Suka assesses with a grim expression as her ears fall t. ¡°Mmm, yep, many battl¡¯s. Much smash!¡± ¡°They¡¯re right,¡± Gabby says with a deep frown. ¡°Bruke will challenge the Wolf Lord for control of the region soon. It¡¯ll be a blood bath.¡± In the past, the Goblinoid and wolves have raided and skirmished back and forth between Ogre Fen and Kennel Hills without a victor being decided. Maybe whole generations have gone by like this. With such a drastic change in Bruke¡¯s power, I can¡¯t help but think this battle will be more decisive. If Brukemits to killing the Wolf Lord or dying¡­ the chances of them both being in are slim. A single dominant third-tier seizing the region would change things significantly. Their peoples¡¯ poption would expand out of control. They¡¯d gorge themselves on Fuzzy Field¡¯s mice and bunnies, starving the Harpies on the Mountain, overrun all but the deepest parts of Chatan Forest, and their raids would spill into neighboring territories like the Human ins and my hometown. I think I just instigated an Incursion. Oh, fuck, this is all my fault! ¡°Suka, why didn¡¯t the Wolf Lord kill Bruke before he evolved and take control of the region years ago?¡± I have to ask. Her tail droops. ¡°I don¡¯t know for sure. I always assumed it was because the losses from wiping out the Ogre Fen would weaken our pack against foreign Incursions. If there¡¯s another reason, the Wolf Lord never exined himself.¡± That¡¯s one good reason, at least. I don¡¯t know what monsters lurk beyond the edges of the map, but they can¡¯t be any nicer than the ones I¡¯ve met. I know there are Ursa and Neko in the Dark Woods south of the Human ins. That¡¯s about it. Maybe the vige elders know more? Alright, I need toe up with a n, but first, let me finish this task before the golden hour ends. *Draconic Marks ¨C None* Kobold ws Lizardman ws Kobold Scales Lizardman Scales Kobold Stature Lizardman Stature Kobold Hemipenis Lizardman Hemipenis Kobold Inner Heat Lizardman Inner Spark With great reluctance, I refund my Hemipenis. Bye-bye buddy, I¡¯ll see you soon. *Selected Lizardman Scales!* I don¡¯t notice any change at first. Feeling my arms, tummy, and breasts, I find my scales as soft as ever. It¡¯s not until I poke myself in the gut I realize the difference. It seems Lizardman scales harden in response to piercing and shing attacks. Fascinating. Next, I refund Kobold Scales since I selected that mark before golden hour started. *Selected Kobold Inner Heat!* Through some clever strategery, I¡¯ve manipted my Draconic marks to get me a second-tier ability along with a decent first-tier one. Great! *Forest Marks ¨C None* Mandragora Photosynthesis Pitcher Treefolk Photosynthesis Twisted Treefolk Twisted Apple Twisted Treefolk Roots Pitcher Treefolk Vines Mandragora nt Growth Magic Pitcher Treefolk nt Growth Magic Twisted Treefolk Bark Skin Twisted Treefolk Earth Magic Twisted Treefolk Cock Pitcher Treefolk Stomach Acid I see some potential for mark maniption. First, I refund Twisted Treefolk Earth Magic. *Selected Pitcher Treefolk Photosynthesis!* My scales be a significantly deeper shade of green. Then I refund Mandragora Photosynthesis, slightly lightening my scales¡¯ color. *Selected Twisted Treefolk Earth Magic!* Excellent work if I do say so myself. I should be less hungry today with tier-two Photosynthesis as long as I get plenty of sun. Spelunking in the caves for hours left me hungrier than I¡¯d have otherwise been today, so I¡¯m thankful Gabby made that roast. Next up, I see the mark I spent on a Bunny Patron cock (andter unequipped through Paternal Malleability) got refunded by the sunrise. *Fuzzy Marks ¨C One* Rodent Nose (Bunny, Mouse, Mole-man) Rodent Ears (Bunny, Mouse) Mouse Predator Sense Rodent Stature (Bunny, Mouse) Bunny Patron Stature Bunny Patron Longevity Bunny Patron Strength Rodent Tail (Bunny, Mouse, ymate) Mouse Bnce ymate Anal Lube Rodent Legs (Bunny, Mouse, ymate) Bunny Hop Good Digger Lucky Rabbit Foot Bunny Patron Legs Rodent Cock (Bunny, Mouse, Mole-man) Bunny Patron Cock Bunny Stamina Bunny Patron Stamina Mole-man Earth Magic Bunny Patron Earth Magic Mole-man ws Mole-man Summon Shovel Bunny Patron Summon Carrot Bunny ymate Outfit I refund my mouse tail. *Selected Bunny Patron Stamina!* Then I refund Bunny Stamina and hold two marks in reserve. All that changed is a simple advancement of my sexual Stamina. Continuing on¡­ *Slime Marks ¨C None* Slime Constitution Slime Core Slime Constitution (Jell, Fuz, Pnk, Lrg, Swm, Red) Slime Malleability Slime Malleability (Jell, Fuz, Pnk, Lrg, Swm, Red) Slime Mutability Slime Amalgamation Slime Mutability (Jell, Fuz, Pnk, Lrg, Swm, Red) Slime Hair / Legs / Arms / Stature Red Slime Hair / Legs / Arms / Stature Jellyfish Slime Tentacles Fuzzy Slime Flesh Shaping Large Slime Stature Fuzzy Slime Fur Pink Slime Restoration Small Swarm Slime Multitasking Red Slime Blood Magic I refund Slime Mutability, otherwise satisfied with my selection. Proceeding onward, I refund Orc Strength. *Goblinoid Marks ¨C One* Goblin Ears Goblinoid Ears (Apprentice, Hob, Orc) Goblin Gut Goblinoid Gut (Apprentice, Hob, Orc) Goblin Nails Hobgoblin Nails Goblin Stature Hobgoblin Stature Orc Stature Orc Strength Ogre Stature Ogre Strength Ogre Toughness Goblin Cock Goblinoid Cock (Hob, Orc, Ogre) Goblin Apprentice Fast Learner Goblin Apprentice Quick Study Goblin Apprentice Summon Spectacles Summon Club (Hobgoblin, Orc, Ogre) *Hob/Orc/Ogre Cock is avable without requirement through Paternal Malleability!* *Selected Ogre Toughness!* Another subtle change. I pinch myself to discover the pain is muted even given my enhanced strength. It¡¯ll take a lot more to draw my blood and I can soak damage like Dura. A fantastic addition to my abilities. Finally, I refund Ogre Stature. It¡¯s too tall for my taste. Now, I have a Goblinoid mark to pick up Quick Study if I run into any Dark Magic users. If I¡¯m in a tough spot I¡¯ll take Orc Strength for a minor boost or maybe Goblin Gut. Even Ogre Cock would be a clutch choice in certain conditions. As for my Mer marks, I decide to refund Mermaid Water Magic. As great an addition to my repertoire as it is, I want a little more freedom. Most of my opponents at this stage can deal with my Water Magic + Earth Magicbo. It¡¯s beneficial to have if I lose ess to drinking water, but otherwise, I may as well keep that mark in my back pocket. *Avian Marks ¨C None* Harpy Sight Harpy Wings Bloodwing Air-Dodge Harpy Tailfeathers Harpy Matron Form Harpy Matron Fertility Harpy Matron Longevity Harpy Talons Harpy Lightweight Harpy Matron Lightweight Harpy Air Magic Harpy Matron Air Magic Lesser Siren Voice Lesser Siren Enchanting Melody Lesser Siren Charm Resistance Bloodwing Blood Magic Bloodwing Cock I refund Harpy Air Magic, Harpy Sight, and Bloodwing Blood Magic. Hear me out. The first-tier Air Magic only adds a little to my power and BBM is redundant with the Slime version. I can¡¯t equip Blood Star without double-strength Blood Magic, but I can make something nearly as good with Flou¡¯s help. If I decide I need to fly somewhere, I¡¯ll be able to get Harpy Wings and Harpy Tailfeathers to get almost the full Harpy flight setup. If instead, I run into a strong enemy, I¡¯ll re-equip BBM. Flight options enabled! Lastly, I refund my Wolf Cock, returning me to a smooth feminine mons pubis covered in green scales. *Canine Marks ¨C One* Wolf Nose Wolf Nose (Dire, Cinder) Wolf Lord¡¯s Nose Wolf ws Wolf ws (Dire, Cinder) Wolf Lord¡¯s ws Wolf Tail Wolf Tail (Dire, Cinder) Wolf Lord¡¯s Tail Wolf Legs Wolf Rush Wolf Legs (Dire, Cinder) Cinderwolf Rush Wolf Lord¡¯s Legs Wolf Jaws Wolf Jaws (Dire, Cinder) Wolf Lord¡¯s Jaws Cinderwolf Ember Magic Wolf Cock Wolf Cock (Dire, Cinder) Wolf Lord¡¯s Cock *Dire/Cinder Wolf Cock is avable without requirement through Paternal Malleability!* Ooh, very nice! Looks like I need to select Dire or Cinder Wolf Cock at some point to permanently unlock the Wolf Lord¡¯s Cock. That thing is a monster¡­ well, more so than most of my options. I¡¯m not sure Gabby can handle it when I barely managed. She¡¯d be split in two! Ahem, serious business time. I refund Wolf Rush. There¡¯s no point in having two Rush abilities, I don¡¯t think. Another moment of contemtion leads me to refund Wolf Nose. As much as I love superhuman senses, I have Partner Tracker now. I may reselect it if I need to cover a lot of ground on foot today, but I so rarely use Wolf Nose when I¡¯m on a mission like yesterday. With that, I have a wealth of three free Canine marks to do with as I wish throughout the day. Thank you Power Bond and thank you, Suka! Trying to free up enough Canine marks and manipte them in the morning to go Wolf Legs-->Cinderwolf Legs-->Cinderwolf Rush has been a serious pain in my ass! No more! ¡°Gabby, water mirror?¡± My Goblin wife wields her wooden wang to conjure a few pints of water and tten the bubble into a t, partially reflective surface. Smiling to reveal my Webling fangs, I look like a vampiric green lizard girl! A fucking hot vampiric green lizard girl, that is.
*All Marks ¨C Sixty!*
*The Wolf Lord¡¯s Toy Three Canine Marks!*
*Harpy Bride Two Avian Marks!*
*Mermaid Bride One Mer Mark!*
*Married the Goblin Apprentice Two Goblinoid Marks!*
*Fishman yer One Mer Mark!*
*Cancer Conquest One Mer Mark!*
*Pacified the Large Pink Jellyfish Slime Four Slime Marks!*
*Overcame the Moleman Two Fuzzy Marks!*
*Toyed with the ymate Bunny Two Fuzzy Marks!*
*Ogress Layer Two Goblinoid Marks!*
*Hobbled the Hobgoblin One Goblinoid Mark!*
*Roasted the Twisted Apple Treefolk Two Forest Marks!*
*Barbequed the Pitcher Treefolk One Forest Mark!*
*Tamed the Cinderwolf One Canine Mark!*
*Converted the Small Fuzzy Red Slime Swarm Three Slime Marks!*
*Mouse Bride One Fuzzy Mark!*
*Trounced the Bunny Patron One Fuzzy Mark!*
*Made the Lesser Siren Sing One Avian Mark!*
*Bloodied the Bloodwing Harpy One Avian Mark!*
*Turned the Tables on a ck Widow Webling Two Darkling Marks!*
*Unearthed the Webling Burrower One Darkling Mark!*
*Kobold Bride One Draconic Mark!*
*ughtered the Lizardmen One Draconic Mark*
*Satisfied the Wicked Weaver Webling Two Darkling Marks!*
*Decapitated the Imp One Profane Mark!*
*Subdued the Harpy Matron One Avian Mark!*
*Male Breeder Marks Eleven Marks!*
*Female Breeder Marks Eight Marks!*
Shockingly, I managed to nearly double my total mark count again. It felt like a really long day, though, so it shouldn¡¯te as a big surprise. It¡¯s true that Breeder Marks are ying arge part in the numbers, but I¡¯m proud of what I aplished given my mission was originally a low-key retrieval. Who knows, maybe today won¡¯t be too crazy (snerk). *Pets* *Loyal Large Pink Jellyfish Slime Core* *Dedicated Small Fuzzy Red Slime Swarm* *Subjugated Slime Cores ¨C Two* Wow, I guess saving Cottontail and Megan had a profound effect on Flou. This does make me wonder what I did to change Olindia¡¯s status besides putting her to work, though. Twenty-four hours ago, she was ¡®Lazy;¡¯ isn¡¯t this a big turnaround? Oh, well. Let¡¯s see how they do today.
*Offspring ¨C Eleven*
*Mermaids Two (Unborn)*
*Goblins One (Unborn)*
*Mandragora Three (Unborn)*
*Fuzzy Three (Unborn)*
*Draconic Two (Unborn)*
I¡¯m so excited to see all my cute little babies in nine months! We¡¯re going to have our hands full, LOL! *Selected Racial Marks ¨C Twenty-eight + One* Cinderwolf Rush (Power Bond) Cinderwolf Ember Magic Harpy Lightweight Harpy Matron Air Magic Fishman Summon Spear Cancer Summon Armor Orc Stature Ogress Strength Ogress Toughness Goblin Apprentice Fast Learner Mouse Predator Sense Lucky Rabbit Foot Bunny Patron Stamina Bunny Patron Earth Magic Slime Core Jellyfish Slime Constitution Slime Amalgamation Pink Slime Restoration Small Swarm Slime Multitasking Red Slime Blood Magic Pitcher Treefolk Photosynthesis Pitcher Treefolk Vines Twisted Treefolk Earth Magic Wicked Weaver Profane Sight Wicked Weaver Webling Fangs Wicked Weaver Webling Dark Magic Lizardman Scales Kobold Inner Heat Impish Dark Magic I don¡¯t know if I can take on a Wolf Lord with this loadout, but I¡¯m confident in facing anything less than that. I¡¯m loaded for bear! Not that I expect to fight any Ursa. *Selected Breeder Marks ¨C Eighteen* Paternal Malleability I Paternal Seminal Control ¨C Volume, Qualities, Spawn Attributes Paternal Seminal Potency ¨C Sustenance, Lure Paternal Inheritance I Partner Tracker Partner Brand Power Bond I Maternal Ovarian Control Maternity Ward Maternal Create Womb Seed Maternal Fetus Protection Maternal Inheritance I Maternal Mammary Control and Potency ¨C Pacification, Sustenance, Allure
*Avable Marks ¨C Fourteen*
Canine Three!
Avian Three!
Mer One!
Goblinoid One!
Slime One!
Fuzzy Two!
Forest None!
Darkling Two!
Draconic None!
Profane None!
Breeder (male) One!
Breeder (female) None!
Land, sea, or air, I can tackle it! I can even switch modes to some degree by using Slime Malleability to refund a body modification. My options are wide open. Now, let me think... 85. Day 5: Choices, Choices 85. Day 5: Choices, Choices I feel like my loadout is good. Very good. The marks I¡¯m holding in reserve are situational, depending on whether I decide to hit harder, swim, fly, or eat potentially poisonous food (looking at you, Goblin Gut). And yet¡­ Bruke and the Wolf Lord are gearing up for war. Elder Grand w could return at any time (realistically at least one week to several). I have a Mountain of Harpies to feed. I¡¯m not sure how to handle any of these challenges. I need to get stronger. Much stronger. Okay, time to mentally take a step back. I have a lot to do, but one solution could resolve multiple problems. Tackle things one by one. Elder Grand w is an existential threat, but more of a ticking clock than an immediate problem. His wspletely shredded mest time. I bumped my defense with Lizardman Scales and Ogre Toughness, but I need better armor. Kani is where I got mine, and she¡¯s a second-tier monster. With some work, and help from the Book of Monsters, I can find a third-tier evolution for her that also improves my gear. I mentally sigh. That damn bird¡¯s attack was so strong! If I can¡¯t upgrade my armor by the time Elder Grand w returns, I¡¯m dead. Simple enough. Rx. On the topic of aquatic traversal, visiting Arie could me some new marks while exploring the sea with Mermaid Gills. Wasn¡¯t her evolution supposed to be tool-using? I could get a weapon upgrade on top of an ovipositor upgrade. Fuck, I miss that girl¡¯s dick. I have so many new wives to introduce her to! The war between Ogre Fen and Kennel Hills is serious business, but I don¡¯t have any reason to believe it¡¯s happening today. Wait. ¡°Dura, any idea when Bruke¡¯s raid starts?¡± The Ogress grins wide. ¡°Dura know dis! T¡¯ree days!¡± I frown in confusion. ¡°Is that three days from now, or three days from yesterday?¡± This time, she frowns. Dura holds up her fingers and starts counting. Then recounts them. Then she hits herself on the head hard enough to make a *Thunk!* sound. She¡¯s totally unharmed thanks to her toughness. ¡°Bruke say fight in three sleeps!¡± So, three days from yesterday. I have today and tomorrow to prepare for the battle. That said, what can I do about it? Well, Aello isn¡¯t the equal of Bruke or the Wolf Lord, but I could bring all the Harpies from the Mountain to the battle and tip the scales in favor of one side over the other. Except, I don¡¯t want either of them to win. Could I support the losing side to make sure they destroy each other¡­? No, not only might that backfire on me, but that scenario would be the greatest loss of life. Lots of Gale¡¯s siblings would die, Gabby¡¯s nsmen would die, and Suka¡¯s packmates would die. None of my girls would be happy with me. On top of that, the three major predator groups in my region would be crippled. That¡¯s practically an invitation for an Incursion from a neighboring region looking to expand. What I need to do is defeat either Bruke or the Wolf Lord (or both) to put a stop to the fighting and make it clear to them that my Hometown has a protector! Here¡¯s a thought¡­ I could return to the Warren, kick Peter¡¯s ass again, and make him join me and Aello in stopping the war! The smallfolk aren¡¯t much of an army, but my summoned weapons and armorst for an entire day. If I take Bunny Stature and conjure a ton of armor sets and spears, I could outfit and train a hundred fluffy butts by sundown. If I bop Aello until she agrees as well, that¡¯d give me two armies to work with in one day. I¡¯d have tomorrow to find a third army or upgrade myself. Actually, let¡¯s not forget feeding the Harpies is one of my top three problems! Even assuming my body has the endurance, if I¡¯m stuck getting milked all day I won¡¯t ever be able to get anything else done. Hmm, when thinking of ces where vegetarian food can be found, one thing in particres to mind. I bet there¡¯s a monster or a mark in the Chatan Forest that can feedrge groups. nts make food, like berries and tubers, and Harpies are omnivorous like humans. That makes sense, right?!? On top of that, evolving Gabby to a Goblin Herbalist would probably increase her battle prowess some. I don¡¯t expect a challenge from the locals; it¡¯d be more of a foraging mission. I¡¯d probably bring my whole crew, except Aello (she needs to keep the Harpies on the Mountain in line). I¡¯m sure there are other evolutions of Treefolk for me to farm for marks. And, if there¡¯s a third-tier Treefolk we can beat, it might be enough to qualify Gabby for a rank-up to Goblin Matron¡ªGoblins being one of the few monster types that benefit from multiple evolutionary branches simultaneously. Then there¡¯s Opal. She¡¯s got to be in the Eastern Desert by now. I can¡¯t lose track of a woman bearing my child ording to my personal code. I can put it off, but I have to track her down eventually. On the plus side, I¡¯m sure we can find monsters in the desert for new marks. Another thought urs to me. The lizard-folk refugees might be persuaded to help in my battle. That Lizard-trans-man appeared to be their leader. If he survived, he owes me one. Next on my list is the Misty Grove. Having more Slime cores on hand would be nice, but the main draw is looking for the hidden dungeon. Searching the library supposedly inside could shed light on my tattoo¡¯s origins. There might even be resources there I can use in the war efforts. Also, I have a weird feeling there¡¯s something I¡¯m not seeing hidden beyond the mists. I already spoke with Spindle and Gabby about Dark Magic. Talk about a powerful weapon that could turn the tide of battle! We have three potential wielders and the key to using it lies somewhere under Harpy Mountain. It''s just a matter of fighting our way past an army of Servitors, Weblings, and Spindle''s likely third-tier spider momma. This might be the hardest path, but may yield amensurate reward. No way to know for sure, of course. Lastly¡­ I could go home. Mom, Dad, all my little brothers and sisters¡­ Julia and Jenny¡­ I could finally see them again¡­ Ahem, I¡¯m not crying, you¡¯re crying! What? I¡¯m talking to myself? Whatever. Yeah, there¡¯s a strong emotional pull there because they probably think I¡¯m dead or captured by a Harpy, but there¡¯s a logical argument as well. While by no means a great army, the town militia are better trained andprised of stronger monsters than I could muster from the Warren in a day. If I can convince the elders and the mayor to help, they¡¯re a force to be reckoned with. Knowing when the battle takes ce is a huge boon, but my time is limited. I have to make a decision. 86. The Proper Use of a Harem 86. The Proper Use of a Harem I want to go home but, when I remove my rose-tinted nostalgia goggles and do the mental math, it seems obvious I can''t make that my priority. In terms of bncing risk and reward in preparation for the big battle, there¡¯s a clear winner among my options. It¡¯s time to face Chatan Forest. I turn to my girls and say, ¡°Gabby, Suka, Dura, and Spindle,e with me. Everyone else hang tight, guard the hut, and try to avoid trouble.¡± Suka puts her ears down and tilts her head to the side like a confused Doggin. Spindle stares at me with her bottomless amethyst eyes. Dura rolls her arms and takes a step toward me before realizing the others aren¡¯t falling in line. Cottontail bites her lip as if knowing what I¡¯m about and not liking it one bit. Gale blinks in bafflement while Megan clings to the Harpy¡¯s leg with a worldly yet powerless expression. Gabby sighs, shoulders ck, and says, ¡°Alex, before you go off on another crazy adventure, please exin what this is all about. You can¡¯t intend to insert yourself into a conflict between two third-tier powerhouses, right?¡± Ah. I¡¯ve kind of been in my own head for a while, this morning. ¡°Actually, yes? Am I supposed to sit back and watch the region fall into chaos?¡± ¡°¡­Maybe?¡± The little green shortstack adjusts her spectacles. ¡°Think about it, Alex. We have time. Bunny Patron Longevity can extend your life by decades. We¡¯ll find a quiet ce to spend the winter, have our children, and raise them before needing to worry about the region. Gathering power at a steady pace will ensure the greatest chance of sess. y the long game.¡± ¡°But, everyone¡ª¡± ¡°¡ªYou must think me cold, ignoring what this region ising to,¡± Gabby says with a heavy tone, shaking her head, ¡°But this has been going on for thousands of years. Alex, you have the potential to make a difference, set your sights higher, and lift all of us with you. Don¡¯t make the mistake of getting killed on the cusp of greatness. Think of your wives.¡± The Goblin girl motions at my harem listening to us with varying degrees of understanding and sympathy. I know all of this is going over Gale¡¯s head, but she looks worried that we¡¯re arguing. It hurts to think I¡¯d be putting them in danger. I should¡¯ve expected a monster to plead for putting n above country, so to speak. Sure, I was born a powerless human girl, raised to be a mere Monster Breeder with no higher aspirations, but we humans never forgot what once was. We used to rule the world. We can do it again by banding the monsters together with amon cause. ¡°No, Gabby, I don¡¯t have time! I can¡¯t watch as Bruke or the Wolf Lord leads an Incursion against my Hometown. I won¡¯t let the Harpies starve or allow them to continue preying upon the Fuzzies, and I won¡¯t hide from Elder Grand w. Call it selfish, but I won¡¯t surrender or dy my goals to avoid risking what I already have. I¡¯ll grab all the power in reach and make life my bitch!¡± Suka grins wide, Dura cracks her knuckles, and Spindle chuckles to herself. Cottontail gives me a wobbly smile as if she knew what I¡¯d say all along. Gabby¡¯s mouth is a tight line as she motions for me toe close. I kneel to put my face in her reach. She puts her small hands on my cheeks, pulls me in for an intense kiss, and after we finally part she looks me in the eyes and says, ¡°Alright, you beautiful moron. Fine. If that¡¯s what you want, then let us fight with you. Let us really work with you. Talk to me. Tell me what¡¯s going through your head so we can strategize.¡± I hug my amazing little Goblin, grateful for the support when the stress was starting to get to me. I take a minute to exin all my ns and problems. ¡°The point is I need power fast. That means an aggressive strategy. If I could be in multiple ces at once, I¡¯d scour the ocean, recruit the Fuzzies, find Opal¡¯s Lizardmen tribe, research Dark Magic, and explore the Misty Grove, but I can¡¯t.¡± ¡°Is the idea truly so impossible?¡± Gabby asks with a twinkle in her eye. ¡°Let¡¯s start from the top: ¡°Your n to forage in the forest for resources makes a lot of sense, but you don¡¯t have to bring your heaviest hitters. Alex, as long as you have backup, you¡¯re probably enough to handle most of Chatan Forest on your own. If, in the worst case, you encounter a high-tier monster, you can retreat. It¡¯s not like your purpose is to conquer the Forest in a day.¡± That said, what¡¯s the harm if I happen to push through to the other side¡­? ¡°From yesterday¡¯s report, returning to the caverns beneath Harpy Mountain would be excessively dangerous. I wouldn¡¯t feelfortable without arge group of us organizing a proper raid. A stealth mission might be feasible, though.¡± ¡°Spindle doesn¡¯t think that¡¯s a good idea. Webling threads are essentially tripwires. Regarding herself, her sisters will be hostile against this corrupted evolution, or seek to harness it for their own purposes.¡± ¡°Hmm, yes. As for the ocean, none of us are equipped for aquatic battles¡ª¡± ¡°¡ªExcept me,¡± Olindia the Jellyfish Slime interjects from a pseudopod she extends from my pussy cave. That still gives me the piss-shivers. ¡°Ahem,¡± Gabby continues, ¡°So, you¡¯ll have to explore the sea without us at some point. Now, contacting the Lizardmen tribe is essentially a search mission. While your Partner Tracker would be valuable, you¡¯re not the only one who can follow a trail.¡± ¡°You said this Opal of yours went east?¡± Our resident Cinderwolf steps forward and taps the side of a nostril, ¡°This isn¡¯t an ordinary nose, you know! Only one night since they left and no rain to spoil the trail? Don¡¯t make meugh.¡± ¡°We don¡¯t know anything about the Eastern Desert. It could be dangerous¡­¡± The Ogress in our midst cracks her knuckles. ¡°Sand not scare Dura! Get back Alex lizard b¡¯fore supper.¡± ¡°Exactly,¡± Suka nods, then prods my chest with a finger. ¡°You think I¡¯ll be content to catch a ride clinging to your tail? I can¡¯t stand the thought of getting outdone. I¡¯m not somezy-ass mutt!¡± ¡°A Harpy lookout wouldn¡¯t hurt,¡± Lucinia adds with a quiet, helpful smile. I have to admit they have a point. I can¡¯t honestly expect to do a much better job navigating the desert than Suka and Lucinia working together. And Dura is volunteering as a bodyguard¡­ Gabby moves to the next item, ¡°For the Misty Grove, if it were only Large and Swarm Slimes in residence, I¡¯d consider sending someone, but the shrouding mists strike me as suspicious.¡± Nodding, I add, ¡°Yeah, I think I saw something in there yesterday. It¡¯s not just Slimes inside.¡± Lucinia surprises us by piping up again. ¡°Not even Mother knows what the mists conceal, though I think Elder Grand w mentioned something about it once.¡± Ooo, I¡¯ll have to ask Aello about that. ¡°Shit, I need to return to Harpy Mountain before anything else today. Not that I don¡¯t trust your mother, Gale, but she seems like the kind to take the ck she¡¯s given. While she wouldn¡¯t dare disobey me so soon, if I don¡¯t check in today or tomorrow, and the battle is the day after, then that¡¯s four days before I find out what was done about my instructions. Even tons of evidence could be hidden in that time¡­¡± ¡°Momma can be sneaky and bad sometimes,¡± Gale admits, ¡°But she¡¯s good deep down! Momma will do what Alex says! Still, checking on her and my sisters seems like a good idea. I can fly you there and back in an hour!¡± ¡°Great, that shouldn¡¯t impact my schedule much.¡± I consider the remaining bullet points. ¡°I wish I could send a message home with the Harpies, but asking anyone else but me to do that job is a recipe for disaster. The defending monsters patrolling my Hometown are hostile to ¡®Ferals¡¯ as we call them. Anybody that isn¡¯t human will be skewered with spears or run out of town before they can get a word in edgewise.¡± ¡°I concur,¡± Gabby says. ¡°Which brings us to thest item, recruiting the Warren. This essentially boils down to bullying Peter the Bunny Patron intopliance like Aello. That shouldn¡¯t take more than an hour. Afterward, a few of us can stay behind today and tomorrow to whip the bunnies and mice into something resembling a fighting force.¡± Frowning, I object, ¡°It¡¯s one thing to take an hour visiting Harpy Mountain, but subduing Peter isn¡¯t as simple as a quick dip underground. I¡¯d have to rearrange my marks to get a stature that¡¯d let me fit through the tunnels. Then convincing the Fuzzies to follow me and fight on our side could take who knows how long. Not to mention how the travel time navigating the tunnels adds up. Between this and checking in on Aello, I¡¯ll have wasted half the day or more. Stacking the travel time to the Forest on top of that leaves me, what, an hour or two for foraging? I need to focus my efforts or else I won¡¯t get much done in the woods.¡± ¡°Or we could fight Peter for you.¡± Gabby adjusts her spectacles, and they catch the light of the rising sun on the crack in the right lens, a sharp-toothed Goblin smile on her lips. ¡°How tough can a Bunny Patron really be?¡± My blood runs cold as I recall that time I nearly died fighting my first tier-three monster. ¡°He¡¯s tougher and stronger than he looks, not to mention smarter than he lets on. He has Earth Magic and can Summon a big fuck-off carrot club. It¡¯s a rougher battle than it seems on paper. Big monsters like Dura and Suka can¡¯t fit through the tunnels¡­¡± ¡°Spindle loves squeezing into tight spaces.¡± The Weblingces her words with silky innuendo. ¡°If she is there, Vermillion can rx. Never underestimate her Dark Magic threads.¡± Spindle brims with confidence as she weaves runic cat¡¯s cradle figures in sooty purple lines of energy strung between her four hands. ¡°I can dual-cast, now,¡± Gabby points out, brandishing an Apprentice Rod in each hand, one tip glowing green and the other brown. ¡°I¡¯ll counterspell his Earth Magic with one hand while rooting his feet to the ground with the other.¡± ¡°I-I¡¯ve gotten stronger as well!¡± Cottontail asserts while unconsciously running her fingers over the bust of her corset teddy. ¡°I do feel a bit faster with this on.¡± Suka approaches to inspect the fabric. The Cinderwolf girl hooks a w on Cottontail¡¯s pantyhose and pulls it several inches without piercing through, then nods. ¡°It¡¯s not real armor, but it¡¯s something.¡± It strikes me as funny that Cottontail¡¯s outfit tears easily enough when predators need to ess her clitty or posterior. Must be a survival adaptation. I guess the heart-shaped cutout around her rosebud in the outfit¡¯s second iteration is proof enough Cottontail can alter its properties to some extent by will alone. ¡°I¡¯m not letting you face dad alone,¡± Megan asserts while adjusting Cottontail¡¯s bowtie, then the little mouse girl hooks her arm through her bunny sister¡¯s. She turns to address Gabby and says, ¡°You¡¯ll need both of us to convince folk to follow predator monsters out of the Warren peacefully.¡± I sigh. I¡¯m happy my girls are all so brave and confident, but there¡¯s no way this goes smoothly, right? ¡°Not to downy all of your considerablepetencies, but there¡¯s one problem with all of this. Not a single one of my ns has gone off without a hitch! Something crazy always happens while I¡¯m in the middle of whatever. I¡¯m going to be worried the whole time we¡¯re apart that you¡¯ve gotten in over your heads.¡± ¡°Perhaps I can address your concerns,¡± Flou says as she reconstitutes herself from various articles of clothing to bunny-eared balls of fur-covered Slime and hops to the fore¡­ all three of her. ¡°¡°One mind, three bodies,¡±¡± the Swarm Slimes say in unison. ¡°No,¡± I whisper in disbelief, then repeat in a louder and incredulous voice, ¡°No way! You¡¯re not saying what I think you¡¯re saying, right?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve been considering my nature,¡± the left Flou says as she hops west. ¡°And, though I haven¡¯t been able to test the theory,¡± the right Flou says as she hops east. ¡°I don¡¯t think there¡¯s a range on this,¡± the middle Flou says, indicating the expanding distance between her bodies. ¡°Long-distancemunication,¡± Gabby concludes with avid interest. ¡°You¡¯re like ancient human walkie-talkies!¡± I exim. ¡°We can stay in contact even if we split up.¡± So I can run to anyone¡¯s rescue if they need me. ¡°Don¡¯t forget I can do this,¡± Flou adds as she re-merges with Cottontail¡¯s ymate outfit and a stream of red Slime flows into the bunny¡¯s right hand to be an elegant ruby dagger. ¡°My power grows the more blood I draw.¡± The rest of Flou forms a furry glove on the bunny girl¡¯s left hand. ¡°And never forget the ssics.¡± The glove¡¯s palm morphs into a jagged-toothed maw that gnashes its teeth. ¡°I¡¯ll protect my cousins.¡± I have to admit, I¡¯m somewhat impressed by this motley crew. Maybe they can handle Peter without me. ¡°Don¡¯t die. That¡¯s your number one priority, okay?¡± I meet Cottontail¡¯s heart-stopping blue gaze and take her gloved hands in mine. ¡°I¡¯m the only one allowed to be your predator.¡± Cottontail blushes bright pink as her eyes sparkle. Gabby and Suka both cough loudly into their fists while Spindle bares her fangs in a fearsome grin. Dura ces hands as big as tes on the bunny girl¡¯s shoulders as proof of dominance. Even our cute Harpy bristles as she fluffs her feathers to seem bigger. ¡°Gale is scary too!¡± ¡°Everyone¡­¡± Cottontail dabs at the corner of her eyes and flushes a deeper hue. ¡°I promise not to let another predator steal me away! E-especially not my asshole dad!¡± ¡°We¡¯ll face him together,¡± Megan says while holding her sister¡¯s hand. ¡°As a family,¡± Flou adds. D¡¯aww!!! Okay, this might be overkill but, if I¡¯m right about something always going wrong, then it¡¯s necessary. It¡¯d be just like that tricky bunny bastard to get one hit in before being taken out. ¡°I¡¯ll only agree to this n if Olindia goes with you.¡± I feel a gallon of Slime flush out of my core. The Pink Jellyfish girl quickly manifests to her full size, including her oversized dress. She looks at me like I kicked her Doggin. ¡°You¡¯re evicting me?¡± ¡°No!¡± I take Olindia¡¯s hands in mine and lock my gaze with hers. ¡°I¡¯m depending on you to protect those I love. I¡¯m trusting you with this responsibility.¡± Her eyes glisten with pink Slimy tears. ¡°No one¡¯s ever¡­ I¡¯m a fuckup, Alex. You can¡¯t seriously be¡ª¡± I silence her by pressing my lips against hers, the soft and slick Slime still warm from my core¡¯s body heat. It¡¯s a chaste kiss of honest affection rather than the lusty affairs I¡¯ve beenying on my women. ¡°I know I don¡¯t need to promise you a prize or punishment, but you¡¯re definitely getting a reward when you bring them back to me safely.¡± Megan steps forward and says, ¡°Can I ¡®hold¡¯ her? I don¡¯t really have a way to fight on my own.¡± Olindia releases my hands to turn and address the diminutive mouse girl with tentative care. ¡°Hey, um, short-stuff. I guess I¡¯mma get in you now. Like, brace yourself or whatever. I¡¯ll try to be gentle and shit. Think of it as a preview for tonight,¡± she says as she waggles her eyebrows. ¡°Now, bend over.¡± Having literally asked for this, the mouse girl musters her resolve, about-faces, bends over, and lifts her tail in the air. I don¡¯t have long to admire the view before Olindia melts into a wave that funnels into Megan¡¯s feminineher hole. The mouse girl¡¯s spine arches as she¡¯s forced to widen her stance to take it all in. ¡°Oh, fuck, hold my hand, she¡¯s a lot!¡± Cottontail holds Megan¡¯s hand as she slowly copses to the ground, slumping onto her arms and knees as her belly distends. The process is taking longer than usual for me, but the mouse girl is several sizes smaller than anything Olindia has had to squeeze into since her ¡®Large¡¯ evolution. ¡°Ahhhnnn!!!¡± Megan cries as she climaxes from the insane pration. ¡°At least you¡¯re enjoying yourself. Try moving from a four-bedroom penthouse to a studio apartment!¡± the Pink Slime says as she finally manages to stuff most of herself inside the mouse girl. ¡°Not to mention I have to share space with a ¡®roommate.¡¯¡± Good, Olindia knows better than to disturb my and Cottontail¡¯s Fuzzy offspring. Megan¡¯s belly bulge recedes as she regains her feet on wobbly knees. Then the Jellyfish tentacles that don¡¯t fit inside Megan curl about the mouse girl¡¯s body to form a ruffled pink top and skirtbo made of Slime tentacles. The outfit highlights Megan¡¯s petite cuteness while nicely cupping her C-cup breasts and sexily baring her shoulders. Suka gives a wolf howl and I wish I had a penis equipped so I could pop a boner. Spindle has a hungry look in her eight eyes, but I swat her away before we end up in another bondage situation. ytimeter! ¡°Alright, you¡¯re no Alex,¡± Olindia says, ¡°But I¡¯d be lying if I didn¡¯t admit you¡¯re a cozy little mouse. I don¡¯t hate this.¡± ¡°Megan, you¡¯re so pretty! I love you!¡± Gale exims as she gives her wife an exuberant hug while squishing herself against the jellyfish dress. The two of them kiss and fondle each other as we finalize ns. ¡°Vermillion, if you wouldn¡¯t mind, Spindle would like to have some of her demonic bindings adjusted.¡± I raise an eyebrow in confusion, though I recall that, as the Wicked Weaver¡¯s mistress in the hierarchy of magical restraints binding her will, I previously gave her instructions to limit the damage she could cause. Her monster instincts as a corrupted being are to cause as much chaos and mayhem as possible, though her mind and heart are loyal to me. I motion for her to continue. ¡°Please instruct Spindle not to allow yourpanions toe to harm. It will help her avoid any unfortunate loopholes in yourmandments.¡± That¡¯s right, ¡®Binding a demon by verbal contract is impossible, no matter how convoluted the wording¡ªunless she is willingly bound.¡¯ That¡¯s what Spindle told me. ¡°Yes, Spindle, I demand you do everything in your power to prevent mypanions froming to harm.¡± ¡°Sssss, aaahhhnnn!¡± Spindle hisses and moans as new magical bondage falls upon her. Shivers run through her body as she croons, ¡°Delightful.¡± ¡°If that¡¯s settled, I can give my approval. First, we all go to the foot of Harpy Mountain. Suka will catch the Lizard-folk¡¯s scent and travel east with Dura, Flou1, and Lucinia. Gabby, Spindle, Cottontail, Flou2, Megan, and Olindia will go underground to the Warren while Gale, Flou3, and I check on Aello. Take the Fuzzies to the hut and we¡¯ll meet you there so Gabby and I can head into Chatan Forest together.¡± ¡°That¡¯s using your harem properly!¡± Gabby nods in satisfaction. ¡°Didn¡¯ Dura say Alex start¡¯n n? Dura told so.¡± Announcement In other news, I''m officially opening the chapterments section for monster suggestions from now on. If I see something interesting, I''ll poll it in a subsequent chapter to see if the reader majority actually wants to see the suggested monster. Obviously, if the monster in question is too powerful for this part of the story or doesn''t fit the setting, I won''t be implementing it until muchter. Someone asked for a dragon milf in thements for chapter 1. I''m not saying no, but that''s still a long ways off! So, yeah, if I don''t poll your suggestion, that may just mean I already have that monster in mind as a future character in the story. Don''t give up hope! 87. Return to Harpy Mountain (R-18) 87. Return to Harpy Mountain (R-18) ¡°Got the scent! I¡¯ll have those lizards tracked within the hour,¡± Suka exims after a few minutes spent huffing the air. She then shapeshifts into her stallion-sized Cinderwolf form and bumps her head against Dura¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Hop on, or else you¡¯ll slow me down.¡± ¡°You can make it all the way to the Eastern Desert running with a passenger her size?¡± I ask, impressed. Suka snorts and proceeds to boast, ¡°With my Ogre Strength Power Bond, I could haul twice as much!¡± The Ogress wearing a fur bikini mounts her lupinepanion and lover-by-night from a rival n. ¡°Dura strong, not fast. Quick¡¯r run, quick¡¯r get to smash stuff. Dura ride.¡± ¡°Flou1 reporting for duty, over,¡± the Fuzzy Slime announces from her ce tied around Suka¡¯s neck as a ruby-encrusted scarf flowing in the wind. ¡°You¡¯re clear to depart.¡± ¡°Already gone,¡± Suka says as she bounds off into the distance. Lucinia the Lesser Siren spreads her wings. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Alex. I¡¯ll keep an eye on them. I owe my health to your Goblin wife¡¯s herb lore. This is the least I could do for patching me up after the battle¡­ but, if you wouldn¡¯t mind, put in a good word with Mamma for me?¡± ¡°No worries, Lucinia. Unlike a certain other unfaithful siren, your loyalty has earned yourself a ce in my household if you wish.¡± With ast nod of thanks, the bird girl flies off after the eastbound party. ¡°This is where we part ways as well,¡± Gabby says, bearing her apprentice robe and a bandolier of eleven herbs and spices. ¡°Don¡¯t wish us luck; we won¡¯t need it.¡± Leaning down, I kiss the little green shortstack and say, ¡°Have a good day at work, honey.¡± Gabby returns my kiss and hums approval. ¡°I like that attitude. Look forward to our date in the forest.¡± ¡°I will,¡± I say as I eye her spice rack with enough concern to make her respond. She pats one of the pouches. ¡°Did you forget my new nt Growth spell? I managed to grow some hot peppers yesterday and quickly dry a few pinches¡¯ worth courtesy of my Ember Magic. Ah-ah-ah, I know that look. Yes, my magic and garden could keep us fed through the winter, but feeding an army is well beyond the scope of my powers. We¡¯ll need to find another solution in the woods.¡± ¡°I know,¡± I say with a sigh. Part of me still wishes this wasn¡¯t the most expedient route to victory and I could go spelunking, deep sea diving, or visiting home instead. It is what it is. At least I get to spend time with Gabbyter. Cottontail hugs my legs until I nuzzle her long ears and return the embrace. As she backs away, I see Flou2 has bedazzled her ck ymate outfit with ruby rhinestones. Megan in her pink jellyfish dress curtsies to me, her mouse tail bobbing up as she does so. ¡°Thank you again for allowing me into your harem, though I intend to earn my ce today.¡± ¡°I said you don¡¯t have to earn anything. You¡¯re my family. Now, go free yours.¡± As the mouse girl nods, our Wicked Weaverys a hand on each of Megan and Cottontail¡¯s blond heads, petting them. The spider girl¡¯s demonic blue coloration, ck body art, and naked B-cup tits withrge ares are on proud disy. She really does have a shapely rack since her evolution. ¡°Spindle won¡¯t let a hair on their headse to harm. Consider it a Webling¡¯s promise, and our word is our bondage.¡± ¡°¡­I think you mean, ¡®Our word is our bond?¡¯¡± ¡°She knows what she said, Vermillion.¡± ¡°Flou2 reporting in. All lines clear. Move out.¡± The group of six turns to face the Warren entrance and begins descending one by one. Spindle faces the tightest fit since she gained a few inches in her evolution, but her spiderlike flexibility and many appendages allow her to contort herself and move through the bunny-sized aperture. ¡°Be safe, Megan,¡± Gale says as she waves her wings goodbye. The mouse girl waves back onest time before disappearing underground. ¡°Alex, why does Gale¡¯s chest hurt? Am I sick?¡± I move to embrace my Harpy wife and she returns the hug, burying her face in my ample bosom. My fingers run through her blue and green locks. ¡°You¡¯re not sick, you¡¯re worried. I know how you feel. It¡¯s hard to let them go, but we need to support them if they want to apply themselves for a good cause.¡± ¡°Flou3 here, no issues maintaining connection,¡± my fur bikini dotted with ruby jewelry says. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Gale, you¡¯ll know the second there¡¯s a problem. We¡¯ll keep them safe.¡± The winged girl nods, looking better by the second. ¡°Come on, let¡¯s go visit your mom.¡± ¡°Yeah!¡±
With her ws gripping my shoulders, Gale flies me to the summit of Harpy Mountain in a matter of minutes, fully trivializing my ascent from the day before. Avian men and women scatter before us. Either word spread that I defeated their Matron yesterday, or I¡¯ve be a scary BAMF. Then a massive shadow blots out the sun. ¡°Hold interloper! I rule this mountain¡­ oh, Alex, I didn¡¯t expect you so soon!¡± The elephantine vulture with granny tits shapeshifts to her demure, white-haired hot MILF form. ¡°You look¡­ different.¡± I should expect so with my new Lizardman scales, Webling fangs, boob upgrade, and second-tier Photosynthesis. ¡°Momma! I¡¯m home!¡± ¡°Gale, baby, so good to see you! Ah, where are my manners? Here we are pping and chatting like a couple of birdbrains instead of weing our Mistress properly. Follow me.¡± Then Aello turns to address the staring crowd of airborne avian kin. ¡°What are you lot staring at, GET MOVING!¡± The Harpy Matron leads us to her nest on the t top of the mountain where Gale deposits me beforending at my side. Ten feet wide and woven from the softest grasses, Aello¡¯s nest is the equivalent of an avian penthouse. ¡°Please, take a seat,¡± the Matron gestures to the edge of the nest, about the height of a hay bale, but less irritating on bare flesh. My seat feels almost like a cushion. Gale seems surprised to be given this treatment. She was an average fledgling Harpy yesterday, after all. Several of the Harpy boys and girls I recognize from yesterdaynd around us with servile expressions. ¡°Show our guests some Harpy hospitality.¡± A tall, pink-feathered mingo girl with ebony skin and long, sexy legs ending in bird ws kneels between Gale¡¯s legs. ¡°Um, hi?¡± Gale begins, but the dark-skinned woman eagerly devours my wife¡¯s flower before she can get another word out. My Harpy love shivers, coos, and groans, her talons grasping and clutching at the straw floor as she¡¯s thoroughly ¡®helped¡¯ by the exotic beauty. (Skin color and body types are some of the few things passed along gically back and forth between monster and human generations in a bloodline unless they have a Goblin¡¯s green skin or a Kobold¡¯s scales overwriting the trait) ¡°Gale, baby, I know you prefer women, so I prepared Rosie as your personal attendant.¡± ¡°I like boys too, Momma, but how did you know I¡¯ve had a crush on her since I was a Chicklin?¡± I find Gale¡¯s crush totally understandable. Maybeter I¡¯ll ask for a turn. ¡°Your Momma isn¡¯t blind, baby. As for the Mistress, I heard you dallied with my boys yesterday¡­¡± ¡°But variety is the spice of life,¡± I reply, not one to turn down a good time on offer. Especially when I don¡¯t have a dick equipped to sew wild oats in unwanted ces. A girl approaches me, and I recognize her as Elder Grand w¡¯s first pick from yesterday. She has the fluffiest, most colorful feathers of all her sisters, the creamiest pale skin, not to mention the meatiest ass. I think she¡¯s some kind of pheasant with male coloration, though no dick swings between her legs. ¡°It¡¯s an honor to serve, Mistress. And may I say you smell incredible,¡± she says, fucking me with her eyes as she kneels between my legs. Her hot breath tickles my crotch as her wings brush my legs. Her iridescent ponytail feathers bob as she rhythmicallyps my slit. Warmth spreads from her soft lips throughout my core. It¡¯s not the kind of cunnilingus that gets one off quickly; her technique is clearly designed to help guests pass the time pleasantly until a climax is requested. The rainbow-feathered Harpy watches my features for signs of my pleasure while sucking mybia and kissing the soft scales of my mons pubis. ¡°Yes, your aroma is a bit more potent than yesterday,¡± the Harpy Matronments. Ah, that must be a side-effect of Maternal Allure. I¡¯m fairly certain my Paternal Lure scentes from precum, and I don¡¯t have a dick equipped. ¡°I¡¯ll take it as apliment,¡± I respond, not wanting to reveal all my secrets so soon. She shrugs and moves on. ¡°Thirsty?¡± Aello asks. We both nod, Gale barely managing a coherent response while throwing her head back with another moan of delight. ¡°Robin, Warbler, drinks for our guests.¡± A Lesser Siren with grey wings and maroon feathers on her neck and lower belly approaches me while another with creamy brown feathers goes to Gale. Both have stonking great tits, but neither has Lucinia¡¯s beauty. Their nipples leak a steady stream of sweetness as they lean in. Gale and I barely need to turn our heads to start drinking. I¡¯m used to being the one nursing my harem, so it¡¯s a refreshing treat to be pampered like this. It takes me back to childhood when the Taurine Milk Maids were so heavy with cream that they let students drink straight from the ¡®tap¡¯ for relief. Ah, academy days. Every house in my Hometown gets a bottle of milk in the morning, but nothing beats nursing from a beautiful cowgirl. Unfortunately, they cut you off once you¡¯re old enough to want sex, but too young to participate. That¡¯s a missed opportunity I hope to soon remedy! With our thirsts quenched, the two big-chested Harpies perch behind us and rub their creamy melons against our shoulders in a soft massage. Yep, this is the life! I could get used to such rxation. Wait, is Aello trying to impress me with her hospitality, or distract me? ¡°On to business,¡± I say, watching closely as the Harpy Matron¡¯s eye twitches. Bullseye. ¡°I can¡¯t imagine it¡¯s been easy implementing the hard cutoff I instructed.¡± ¡°Oh, you know,¡± she says as she rolls her shoulders in a rxed shrug, ¡°A few are more reluctant than others. There are whiners andiners, but they all fall into line with a sharp w in sight.¡± ¡°Excellent, excellent. I¡¯d like to see your non-Harpy residents.¡± ¡°Excuse me?¡± ¡°All of them.¡± Our gazes lock for a moment, but Aello is quick to acquiesce. ¡°R-right away, Mistress! You boys heard her, spread the word. We¡¯ll need a lot of wings to get them all up here.¡± ¡°All of them, Momma?¡± the red-feathered cardinal boy from yesterday asks. ¡°Are you deaf, son? Yes, fucking all of them! Now!¡± ¡°Y-yes, Momma!¡± The other Harpies all quickly depart except for the four attending us and Aello. I¡¯ll address another topic while we wait. Not that I mind sitting here with a beautiful Harpy between my legs and another sharing skinship with me from behind. ¡°You haven¡¯t seen Canary, have you? I need to have words with her.¡± ¡°That backstabbing bitch? She won¡¯t dare show her face on my mountain again. Just like her deserter sister, that Lucinia.¡± ¡°Actually, Lucinia spent the night with me and my girls. I decided she fought honorably and had her wounds treated. You must not have heard her when she was crying for sor after the battle.¡± ¡°Oh, well then, that¡¯s a relief. You have my gratitude, Alex, for sparing one of my brood. I¡¯ll be sure to wee her with open wings next time I see her. Thank you for telling me.¡± Aello gives me a brief bow before addressing her subordinate. ¡°Cancel the banishment on Lucinia, but the ones on Canary and the Bloodwings stay.¡± ¡°Yes, Momma,¡± Robin says from behind me. The first of the Harpy prisoners start arriving, dropped off by avians who immediately skedaddle. They see the Matron talking with a strange monster (me) and freeze in ce. Not that there¡¯s anywhere to run with cliffs on all sides and treacherous crags leading into the bowels of the mountain. ¡°Aello, there¡¯s a human phrase, ¡®trust but verify.¡¯ I¡¯m not doubting your obedience so soon after our battle yesterday but making sure there are no mimunications now will save us heartacheter.¡± The Harpy Matron puffs up and gives me a hard look. ¡°I¡¯m a bit surprised you came here alone without your harem warriors. It¡¯s mighty bold of you to allow yourself to be surrounded by sharp talons¡­¡± Me from a day or two ago might¡¯ve been intimidated after being reminded the girls servicing me have their natural weapons so close to my unprotected flesh. ¡°You mentioned I look different. Well, my magic is using experiences to be stronger. It¡¯s a system not unlike ancient human Arr Pee Gee¡¯s. I¡¯m not the same as the one you fought yesterday.¡± It¡¯s a half-bluff. I reason that, if it came to a fight, I now have third-tier Air Magic to counter Aello¡¯s as well as flight options and several new defensive buffs. I won¡¯t say Aello is a non-threat at this point, but I can¡¯t imagine losing my life to her today even fighting by myself. Gale ispletely unconcerned with the direction of the conversation as she¡¯s brought to a keening, shuddering climax by the mingo girl. My iridescent-feathered cunning linguist isn¡¯t doing a poor job either, by any stretch of the imagination. Pleasant butterflies of pleasure flutter through me every second. All four of our Harpy attendants seem content to continue servicing my wife and me for the foreseeable future. Aello nods to herself as if self-congratting her decision not to betray me. ¡°Your confidence speaks volumes, Mistress.¡± ¡°Actually, I came here for another reason.¡± Aello raises an eyebrow as I continue. ¡°Yesterday, a horde of Servitors chased me out of the underground. My Webling lover tells me a ¡®Would-Be-Queen Under the Mountain¡¯ is amassing forces for a hostile takeover of the region. Your nests on the surface would be the Darkling army¡¯s first targets when theye boiling up through the gaps and fissures.¡± ¡°I know of the Weblings, though they¡¯ve been content with the scraps that fall through the cracks until now. I had no idea the threat was so dire.¡± Well, I didn¡¯t expect the Harpy Matron to have an underground intelligencework. ¡°You¡¯re wee to take your people down to the Hut in Fuzzy Field. Otherwise, I can¡¯t promise total protection so far from my home.¡± She frowns. ¡°Unfortunately, moving would destroy us as surely as the Weblings. We need high ces to brood. You may not know this, being raised by ignorant monsters in that nameless little hamlet to the south, but Chicklins hatched below a certain elevation inevitably be Henlins.¡± That is fascinating, and a great tidbit for Gabby. ¡°Obviously, half the mountain¡¯s Harpies are with egg after Elder Grand w¡¯s visit. Not to mention the difficulty in transporting eggs alreadyid.¡± ¡°Hmm. Hopefully, I can deal with the threat beneath us before it spills up and onto the region. In the worst case, you can evacuate your people to Fuzzy Field in an emergency.¡± I tap my chin, considering for a moment before continuing. ¡°Send a flight of Harpies east to assist my Cinderwolf and Ogress. Lucinia is with them, but it doesn¡¯t hurt to have some backup. ¡°If we¡¯re going to live apart, there should be an open line ofmunication between us. I want Rosie and¡­ who is this?¡± I point at the pheasant girl between my legs. ¡°Monal.¡± ¡°And Monal to be sent with us on our return. Throw in a couple of Harpy boys for my so-called harem warriors to y with¡­ I mean, to serve as messengers.¡± ¡°Consider it done, Mistress.¡± ¡°Thanks, Alex,¡± Gale says with a sunny smile. ¡°I can¡¯t wait to show Megan how great Rosie is with her tongue!¡± The mingo girl smirks with pride in her skills, tosses her head to throw a long pink braid of her straight-back cornrows behind her ear, and goes down for seconds to Gale¡¯s effusive delight. I grab a fistful of Monal¡¯s rainbow ponytail, grind my clit hard into her mouth while pressing her nose against my mons pubis, and gush girlcum onto her pretty face as delicious warmth suffuses me from head to toe. After I release my grip, Monal gasps for breath andys a pale cheek on my pussy while grinning up at me. ¡°Good girl.¡± ¡°Anything else, Mistress?¡± Aello asks. ¡°Your wish is mymand¡­¡± A thought prates my post-orgasmic glow. ¡°If that¡¯s so, I heard you know something about the Misty Grove. What can you tell me?¡± ¡°Ah, yes, I can see why the shrouded woods drew our Mistress¡¯s curiosity. Few dare tread past the curtain of mist, and fewer still return. My children tell of strange glowing lights glimpsed in the Grove at night.¡± I knew I didn¡¯t imagine that! ¡°Once or twice, they¡¯ve reported seeing hooded figures through momentary gaps in the fog. Now that I think of it, Elder Grand w once mentioned something odd to me. Heined about ate shipment¡­¡± Before I can question her further, Red grabs our attention bynding before us. ¡°That¡¯s all of them, Momma,¡± the cardinal Harpy boy reports. With a sigh, I return my focus to the unpleasant task ahead of me. 88. Familiar Face 88. Familiar Face With a sigh, I return my focus to the unpleasant task ahead of me. There are the expected female Goblins, bunny girls, Dire Wolf bitches, and Orcesses, all gravid with eggs. I see Gretta, the matronly human ¡®town-bicycle¡¯ who¡¯s beenying eggs on the mountain for the past thirty years, among them. There¡¯re a quarter as many male monsters, including mouse boys, who serve as living dildoes for the Harpies already pregnant with Chicklins. No Orcs or male Dire Wolves, though. I¡¯m guessing the Harpy girls are too intimidated by them. I¡¯m relieved to see female mice from therder in the mix. (They¡¯re too small to bring a Chicklin egg to full term, so they¡¯re only considered food.) Unfortunately, I don¡¯t find any monsters I¡¯m unfamiliar with here. I secretly hoped the Harpies would keep a few monsters from other regions after hunting far afield, but I guess they mostly patrol nearby. Wait¡­ is that? ¡°Bonny?¡± The bigear mouse girl blinks in surprise before perking up. ¡°Alex? I didn¡¯t recognize you!¡± Dozens of predator gazes follow her as she runs toward me and leaps into my arms with full trust as if escaping from a burning building. We don¡¯t know each other all that well, but she did sit on my face and let me stick it up her butt a few days ago. It¡¯s hard to call two people ¡®strangers¡¯ after that. I¡¯d probably trust me to save my life were I in her ce. Better the monster you know than the predators who put you in the kitchen pantry. ¡°It¡¯s the fangs, isn¡¯t it?¡± I can¡¯t otherwise exin why people are having such trouble with my face. Unless the scales really throw them off that badly¡­ ¡°What? No, they look fine. Why are the Harpies listening to you?¡± she asks as she sits in the crook of my arm and leans as far away from Robin and Monal as possible. I don¡¯t me her for refusing to stand alone when there¡¯re this many hungry eyes on her ass, and not in a sexy way. ¡°I¡­ sort of conquered them? They call me, ¡®Mistress¡¯ and everything. I didn¡¯t say stop,¡± I tell my new attendants, who paused in their attentions when Bonny broke out of line. ¡°¡°Yes, Mistress,¡±¡± Robin and Warbler say. Rosie and Monal have their mouths full. ¡°Have you seen Megan?¡± Bonny asks. ¡°I got caught yesterday and haven¡¯t seen her since she went missing. I hate to think you were a dayte to save her¡­¡± ¡°You know my wife???¡± Gale exims as she pops up, cunnilingus forgotten and too excited to stay seated when her lover¡¯s name is mentioned. *Gulp* ¡°I, umm, we, umm, uh, wife?¡± Bonny stutters while staring at Gale¡¯s sharp teeth suddenly way too close to her face. It¡¯s easy to forget other monsters see my innocent birdbrain as a predator too. ¡°Megan and I grew up together. We¡¯re not best friends or anything, but you could say we¡¯re rted.¡± You could say everyone in the Warren is rted since Peter put himself in charge. ¡°That¡¯s amazing!¡± Gale shouts. ¡°Megan will be so happy with me when I bring you home. I¡¯m gonna get so many wife-kisses!¡± The bigear mouse girl is more than a bit intimidated by the exuberant Harpy looming over her. ¡°G-g-great! Um, so, Alex, what are you doing here?¡± ¡°Just making sure the Harpies don¡¯t eat anyone from now on.¡± ¡°What?¡± Red says. Aello face-wings. I raise an eyebrow. ¡°You didn¡¯t tell them?¡± ¡°It¡¯s a lot easier to exin things to them one absent meal at a time rather than doing the big reveal upfront.¡± Oh, I guess she has a point. Suddenly, the Harpies are all whispering to each other. I may have fucked up on this one. ¡°Mistress, what will we eat from now on if not the mouse¡­?¡± Monal says, pointing at Bonny with her chin. The bigear mouse girl flinches at being singled out. I sigh, bemoaning my hubris, and hand Bonny to Gale. She frantically clutches at me until Gale hugs the bigear mouse girl tight against her modest bosom. Gale¡¯s protective wings calm Bonny slightly. Then I grab Rosie and Monal by the hair and pull them to my breasts. They put a lot of oral effort into ensuring Gale and I were satisfied. ¡°You two can fill your bellies for a job well done.¡± I address the crowd while nursing, ¡°Harpies of the mountain, calm your tits.¡± The chickadee avians act like I just used a slur. ¡°Yes, you¡¯re not allowed to eat anything that can talk now, but you won¡¯t go hungry! Come to the Hut on Fuzzy Field at sundown. I¡¯ll have food for you then.¡± I fucking better, or else I¡¯ll be up all night nursing Harpies and screwing bird butts to impart my nutritious semen. With that drama settled, I return to the main reason I came. ¡°Prisoners of Harpy Mountain, I¡¯m Alex Vermillion, the new boss. So, good news and bad news. Good news: the males among you are all free to go.¡± A small cheer goes up. They¡¯re not sure what happened or why, but they get to go home. I¡¯ve thought about it and, even if they end up on the opposite side of the battlefield from me in two days, this is the right thing to do. ¡°The bad news, and I know this is a raw deal because I have a uterus too, is that the females have to stay. Just for a few more weeks.¡± No matter how I consider things, I can¡¯t let the pregnant women free yet. I won¡¯t be able to sleep at night knowing they unalived their unborn Chicklins or cooked their eggs afterying them because I allowed them freedom. ¡°Once you have your moon blood, you¡¯re free to go. Once youy an egg, you¡¯re free to go. The Harpies will continue to feed you until then. Report any Harpy that touches you without consent from today onward and I¡¯ll cut off their wings. You have my word.¡± There¡¯s much grumbling on both sides. Nobody is particrly happy with me. ¡°And if a Harpy reports one of you smashed an egg or purposefully tries to induce a miscarriage, I¡¯ll chop off an arm.¡± Fear quiets the grumbling. Taking a life for a life doesn¡¯t sit well with me, so disincentivizing violence (sexual or otherwise) is mypromise. Ordinarily, I¡¯d let the women decide how to deal with their pregnancies after a rape, but this situation is too colored by tribal racism. I don¡¯t doubt the majority of the women would want to kill as many of their enemies as possible given the opportunity, especially the most vulnerable (eggs and infants). At least I¡¯m not asking them to raise the Chicklins. ¡°Also, any of you who want to stay are free to do so.¡± That changes the tone. ¡°Mdy, please do me the honor of escorting you back to the nest,¡± the parrot Harpy boy I previously dubbed Green says with a bow to a shocked Orcess. ¡°M¡¯kay?¡± A hawkish Harpy girl, powerfully built, head and shoulders taller than her peers, crouches down to meet a mouse boy eye to eye. ¡°All the berries and nuts you can eat, sex whenever you want in any position, I¡¯ll protect you from predators, and suck your dick onmand¡­ just please keep doing that tongue thing?¡± He pretends to consider her offer for a moment before answering, ¡°Deal.¡± Damn, boy, what that tongue do? ¡°You¡¯re not leaving us, are you?¡± Yellow asks Gretta with a trembling lip and his best baby bird eyes wet with unshed tears. The clever MILF starts making excuses, ¡°Well, I¡¯m getting on in years and the old nest has seen better days. My back is sore every morning.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll find you the softest grass,¡± the purple martin boy says, taking her arm-in-arm elbow to wing. ¡°I¡¯ll rub your back,¡± the orange-feathered oriole boy says as he sidles in behind her. ¡°I¡¯ll eat your pussy whenever you want,¡± the bluejay boy says as he takes her other arm. You go, girl! Like the ancient human philosopher said, ¡®You don¡¯t know what you have until it¡¯s gone,¡± or leaving, in this case. Seems like threatening to take their toys away changed how the Harpies treat said toys. Will it be enough to change the pregnant women¡¯s minds? I guess we¡¯ll find out soon enough. ¡°That could¡¯ve gone worse,¡± Aello says with relief. ¡°As long as youe through on the food tonight.¡± Yeah, I know. Rosie and Monal both release my breasts with a heavy sigh and wipe away their milk mustaches with their wingtips. Bonny watches things unfold around us with curiosity and a measure of confusion. Eventually, she turns to me and asks, ¡°Where¡¯d the human go?¡± I slowly turn to the Harpy Matron, face a cid mask like still water with sharks beneath. ¡°Yeah, Aello, where¡¯d the human go?¡± Before she can answer, Gale stiffens, then lifts her nose to sniff the air. ¡°Yeah, I smell something good.¡± Of course, the day I refund my Wolf Nose they try and slip something past me. Never fails. ¡°Alex, I can exin!¡± ¡°Over here¡­¡± Gale follows her nose with Bonny in her arms. I summon a Fishman spear and tap my head with it. ¡°Thought you could outsmart me? Distract me?¡± ¡°N-no, never!¡± Aello backs away a step. ¡°Smells like¡­¡± Gale rounds a boulder. ¡°A man!¡± ¡°Aello, Aello, Aello, what am I going to do with a sneaky¡­ slimy¡­ scheming¡­¡± ¡°Please don¡¯t hurt him!¡± Aello falls to her knees and begs. ¡°Eh?¡± I drop my spear. ¡°Hurt him?¡± The Harpy Matron swoons, covering her face with a wing, ¡°If you must exact vengeance on anyone, let it be me, not this poor, innocent boy!¡± ¡°Um, actually, that was the n.¡± She pretends not to hear me. ¡°After our evening of hot-blooded, passionate lovemaking and mother-daughter bonding, I retired for the night only to find my children had¡ªpurely out of kindly devotion for their mother¡ªced a human male in my nest. Naturally, no monster could resist his handsomeness, charm, and manly aroma. I am but a woman! Yes, Alex, I admit it, I cheated on you! I deserve all your condemnation, but please, spare him!¡± This sly old bag. Trying to hide a human for her personal use and reframing it like this. I open my mouth to retort, but Gale beats me to the punch. ¡°Yeah, Alex, don¡¯t hurt him! He¡¯s an innocent boy!¡± Gale pleads for the human man¡¯s life that I never had any intention of threatening. Clever bitch. Outmaneuvered by the vulture. ¡°No, Gale, sweety, I¡¯m not¡­¡± I grit my teeth and turn to the Harpy Matron, eye twitching as she fans herself with a wing. ¡°Aello, it mighte as a surprise to you, but I¡¯m not super into the whole ¡®jealousy¡¯ thing. It¡¯d be quite hypocritical of me¡ªwhat with the massive harem and all. I put a baby in you, so I¡¯m not concerned about getting cucked right at the moment. I¡¯m bi, so I¡¯m fine with you having sex with another man as long as it¡¯s in a threesome with me. Just don¡¯t go behind my back in the future, alright? Rtionships are all about¡­¡± *Sigh* ¡°Trust and shit.¡± Aello throws herself at my feet with crocodile tears streaming down her face. ¡°Oh, thank you, thank you, oh merciful Alex! I promise you¡¯ll be the first to know next time I¡¯m tempted by the fruit of another!¡± Gale hugs me tight, Bonny squished between us, real tears streaming down her face. ¡°Yeah, Alex, thanks for having such a big heart! I never meant to cheat on you with Megan! I thought you were dead!¡± I pat the pure-hearted Harpy girl¡¯s hair and kiss her forehead. ¡°I know, Gale, you never did anything wrong. You¡¯re a good girl.¡± ¡°Really?¡± she asks, sniffling. ¡°Yes, really.¡± I wipe her runny nose on my shoulder. ¡°You¡¯re a very, very good girl.¡± ¡°Hurray!¡± ¡°Yes, hurray!¡± Aello says as she stands. I meet the Matron¡¯s eyes with a rigid fake smile. ¡°I¡¯m letting this one go but, if you ever lose track of the Kobold egg in your belly, then I¡¯ll have to kill you. Otherwise, we¡¯re good. Clear?¡± ¡°C-crystal!¡± ¡°That¡¯s a relief,¡± says the young man Aello hid from me as hees around the corner of a boulder. ¡°I guess that means I can stop hiding now, Mistress¡­ Alex?!?¡± I recognize him immediately. It¡¯s Jonathan Saffron. 89. Jonny Saffron (R-18) 89. Jonny Saffron (R-18) Spoiler Futanari with Male [copse] ¡°Jonny? What are you doing here!?!¡± My voice cracks. I throw myself into his embrace, wrap my arms around his shoulders, and bury my face in his neck. A sob escapes my lips, shocking me as well as him. We were ssmates, though I won¡¯t say we knew each other that well. He was top of the grade, and I was the ss weirdo, after all. But a friendly face from home cuts me to the core like few things could. I feel like I would¡¯ve had this reaction seeing almost anyone from my hometown. The moment I see him, I¡¯m Alex the would-be-Tamer who left home five days ago. Before my world turned upside-down. Before I became¡­ this. My badass persona crumbles, revealing the average girl beneath who¡¯s in way over her head and doesn¡¯t understand anything. If only for a moment, I want someone to hold me without expecting anything more than a teenage girl. And he does that. ¡°Shh, it¡¯s okay.¡± Jonny rubs my back and rocks me in ce. We stay like that for a solid minute before I ease my hold, and he lets go of me. ¡°Oh, hold still.¡± He squints at my face and frowns. ¡°Somebody must be cutting onions because there¡¯s no way the brave Tamer I know is crying on my ount.¡± Laughing, I reply, ¡°I¡¯m not! I just got really emotional there for a second.¡± ¡°Well, I literally can¡¯t imagine what you¡¯ve been through toe out of it tattooed, taller, green, and scaly, so I won¡¯t judge.¡± He rubs his eyes and blinks as if he can¡¯t believe what he¡¯s seeing. ¡°Alex, you look¡­ amazing! I mean, you were hot before, but this?¡± He looks me up and down one more time and nods to himself. ¡°I thought you were a super scary monster for sure. You¡¯d have all the guys back home dropping their pants in a heartbeat and fighting each other to be your first pick.¡± Speaking of pants, orck thereof, he¡¯s totally naked. At 6¡¯2¡±, he¡¯s above average for a human, but I¡¯ve got eight inches on him with Orc Stature, so his eyes are around my corbone. I almost bowled him over when I tackle-hugged him! Or I would have if he wasn¡¯t so jacked. Dude has a swimmer¡¯s body with a six-pack and broad shoulders. Add on chiseled features, blond hair, blue eyes, and a respectably sized dong, he¡¯s a tasty snack. No, bad Alex, stay on target! ¡°Last I saw, you were balls-deep in Mrs. Fleece! What happened while I¡¯ve been gone? How¡¯d you get here? Wait, I¡¯m sure you want to know why I¡¯m like this first, right?¡± ¡°Pshaw, I bet it¡¯s a long story and you seem like a busy girl after having ¡®sort of conquered¡¯ the Harpies. Tell me all about it over a drinkter, okay?¡± ¡°Promise,¡± I smile and brush a strand of hair out of my face. ¡°As for me, there¡¯s not much to say. Half a dozen monsters wanted me on my first day; not all fertile, some just wanting to blow off steam after a hard day¡¯s work.¡± In my Hometown, monsters are the workforce while humans bind them together in amunity and provide stress relief. Jonny¡¯s official job as a Breeder is getting monster girls pregnant, so humans don¡¯t go extinct. ¡°No offense, but nobody expected you to make it back. It was a big surprise when Brenda, Skish, and Aidi showed up at the town entrance saying you sent them.¡± Ah, they must have figured out the little Doggin girl¡¯s name at some point. ¡°They said you were carried off by a Harpy and everyone figured that was that. ¡°You were the most sessful Tamer in years, and everyone celebrated you for bringing in some new blood. Brenda was especially grateful you rescued her from the Ogres. Your parents cried because you weren¡¯ting back, but Harpies are known to treat their humans halfway decent, so no one exactly mourned you. I settled into a routine the second day you were gone¡­ ¡°Well, I suppose that¡¯s when the rumors started. They say humans have been disappearing in the night with no signs of what happened. Nobody we know, thankfully, but who¡¯s going to be next, right?¡± Fuck, that¡¯s one mystery I¡¯ll have to solve at some point. ¡°Then the raid came on the third day.¡± ¡°A raid?¡± I ask, startled. Then I make the logical conclusion and turn to Aello. ¡°You didn¡¯t think to mention a raid on my Hometown?¡± ¡°Uhh,¡± the Harpy Matron looks taken aback, then schools her features and tries to brush aside my rising ire, ¡°You call that a raid? Come on, nobody even got hurt. Think of it more like a snatch-and-dash.¡± Jonny shrugs ascent. ¡°True enough. I happened to be out in the open when a dozen Harpies swooped down on the center of town. There was a scuffle, and the sentries shouted for everyone not fighting to go hide, but I didn¡¯t see any blood before I was a hundred feet in the air and gliding away.¡± Aello nods in approval at his recounting. ¡°I have dozens of Harpies patrolling the region during the day. They¡¯ll grab any opportunity they can find, hence why we have so many prisoners to begin with. My brood knows to leave a ce alone for a while after an attempt to let them rx and lower their guard. Your town¡¯s sentries will be a lot more vignt for the next few months. If we¡¯d gotten more humans I might¡¯ve shown them off to Elder Grand w¡­¡± ¡°But you wanted Jonny for yourself,¡± I conclude. ¡°Can you me me?¡± Aello struts over to the young stud and runs a wingtip down his muscled chest. ¡°What monster could keep her talons off a stud like him?¡± I honestly can¡¯t me her. Seeing him naked and being this close has me all hot and bothered. ¡°Seriously, Jonny, why do you smell so good? Did you have a bottle of cologne in your pocket when you were captured?¡± It¡¯s exotic and delicious, like the authentic vani beans the mayor brings out of deep storage on the holidays. ¡°Yeah, um, I haven¡¯t bathed in days. Alex, I don¡¯t mean to be rude, and believe me when I say I¡¯m into it, but you sound like a monster when you talk like that.¡± Thatment sobers me for a moment. ¡°Gale, how does being around Jonny make you feel?¡± My avian wife tips her head up while pondering my question. ¡°Warm, tingly all over, and wet between my legs. My head feels a little sloshy too. It¡¯s a lot like when I¡¯m around you, Alex, except I love you and I only want to fuck him. With the both of you around, I¡¯m like, ¡®sploosh!¡¯¡± Wow, I can see juices from her core leaking down her legs as we speak. The thing is, I¡¯m not far behind her. I¡¯ve been turned on by men, women, and monsters before, but this is something else. It reminds me of when I took a sip of my mom¡¯s beer to celebrate turning eighteen and felt woozyter. ¡°I think I¡¯m smelling your human pheromones, but I don¡¯t have Wolf Nose equipped.¡± How many body modification marks do I have selected right now? ¡°Am I turning into a monster?¡± Jonny interrupts my identity crisis by cing his hands on my waist and looking up at me. ¡°Is that so bad?¡± I put my hands on his firm chest and lean in to feel the heat of his sweet, hot breath on my breasts as I reply, ¡°No, I suppose not. I just really want to push you down and fuck your brains out.¡± Maybe it¡¯s the monster instincts clouding my judgment, but I¡¯ve got a little time, Flou would tell me if there¡¯s trouble, and I want to test something. ¡°How about a quickie?¡± He gives me a cid smile with a dreamy look in his eyes, ¡°Far be it from me to turn away a powerful, horny monster girl. It¡¯s my job, after all.¡± ¡°I¡¯d hate to be ¡®just a job¡¯ for you. It sounds a little sad that way.¡± ¡°What can I say? My work is my life, my love, and I¡¯ve never had the heart to refuse a monster who wanted to take me home.¡± ¡°I¡¯m definitely taking you home,¡± I say as I throw Jonny to the ground and mount him. He¡¯s a big boy who can handle a bit of rough handling and catches himself on his hands. I force him to lie back, ce my hands on either side of his head, my knees to either side of his hips, and bring my core to his rod as Flou¡¯s fur bikini retreats from myhers. I rub my smooth, soft-scaled, moist sex along the length of his half-chub. The slick friction of sliding between my wetbia has him fully erect in seconds. A quick nce down reveals he¡¯s sporting a respectable nine-inch dong with decent girth. More than enough to please all but the biggest size queens out there. My entrance is wet and ready for him as I aim and sheath onto his length. He enters me like apetitive diver slipping into a pool. I take him to the hilt in a single fluid motion, causing his mouth to gape open in pleasure as my inner walls squeeze his hot rod. Then I¡¯m moving on him, pumping his shaft like I¡¯m trying to milk him for all he¡¯s worth. My ass ps against his thighs and balls with loud, moist smacks. My breasts swing with the rhythm of my thrusts, the pendulous weight of my double-D¡¯s pping him in the face. Jonny¡¯s hands grasp and squeeze my butt as if desperate to find a grip in a storm. He doesn¡¯t try to dictate my speed, not that he could with the size and strength I hold over him. The pleasant warmth and firmness of him inside me spreads tingles throughout my body. I take his mouth with mine, his taste hot, salty, and addictive like popcorn. Small hands with a soft touch on my bottom let me know Bonny is crawling between Jonny¡¯s legs behind me. Hot breath on my pussy and Jonny¡¯s loud moan of ecstasy into my mouth tell me she¡¯s sucking on his balls while I fuck him. ¡°Don¡¯t leave Momma high and dry,e here,¡± Aello beckons to Red as sheys beside us, too worked up from watching to not join in. The Harpy boy obediently slides his member into his Matron and starts thrusting with abandon. My eyes find Gale crouching above Jonny¡¯s head. She¡¯s watching us screw with a horny, content, and loving expression. I break from kissing him to raise my head for Gale to grab my face in her wings and I know she wants to watch me cum. Our eyes lock as I pound his prick harder and faster. Jonny smiles up at us and I feel his dick twitch inside me. He was a quick shot when he lost his virginity with Mrs. Fleece, but he¡¯s learned well from five days of fucking horny monsters. He waits until my body convulses with pleasure around his cock to finish himself with a few fast and hard hip thrusts up into me. His fingers squeeze my buttocks as he plunges deep and fills me with cream with a hiss of pleasure. ¡°Ahn!!!¡± I cry as my expression contorts into an O face, and then Gale locks her lips with mine. Jonny buries his face in my cleavage as we make out and rubs his smooth cheeks against my breasts. I savor the feeling of his sticky batter gushing from my honey tunnel while tongue-wrestling with my Harpy wife. Then I climb off of Jonny and roll onto my back beside him. Gale and Monal are on me in a sh, plundering my creamed hole for human seed. I love having beautifuldies between my legs. The rainbow-feathered Harpy knows Gale is higher on the pecking order and waits for my bride to get the first mouthful before diving between my legs to go spelunking for the remaining dregs. Gale is a sweet girl, though, and offers a wad of Jonny¡¯s load cupped in her open mouth for Monal to take with a kiss. My Harpy lover turns to Rosie, who takes another kiss from Gale when the opportunity presents. The three of them pass the cream back and forth to Jonny¡¯s evident satisfaction. ¡°Fuuuck,¡± he says with a sigh as he watches them like he¡¯s died and gone to heaven. Bonny goes from sucking his balls to licking the cream mingled with my juices coating Jonny¡¯s shaft. He has good stamina to keep his erection after a round with me! The young man sits up to have a look at the mouse girl squeezing his junk and shes her a dazzling smile. ¡°You¡¯re cute.¡± He gently takes her big mouse ears in hisparatively massive hands and massages the thin flesh between his fingers. ¡°Mmm, ah, ahhnn!¡± Bonny moans from the sweet attention and then tries to fit as much of his cock in her mouth and throat as possible. Turns out she¡¯s a regr cock sleeve! She has to contort her body but manages to get her throat bulging with his girthy length in half a minute. ¡°Don¡¯t hurt yourself,¡± he says, staring in awe as she orally takes a member that¡¯s a good portion of her body length. She¡¯s clearly trying to impress him because she does a handstand on his thighs and finishes sword swallowing. Bonny gives him a perfect view of his cock sheathed in her gullet, the outline of his prick visible in her belly as her nose presses against his bollocks. Even I¡¯m impressed, and I¡¯ve seen a bunny take a tentacle all the way through! After a minute of stunned silence, Bonny¡¯s legs start kicking and Jonny realizes she can¡¯t get herself off him. He grabs her by the ankles and unsheathes himself from the bigear mouse girl. Turning her about, he sits her on his chest and says, ¡°That was incredible.¡± ¡°I have many talents, human,¡± she says before kissing him. Jonny doesn¡¯t flinch away at the taste of his own seed on her lips. Hmm, I¡¯ll have to remember that smallfolk are willing to try twice as hard asrger monsters to attract a mate. It makes plenty of sense to me. ¡°Ahhhnnn!¡± Aello moans from nearby as Red spurts inside her. I roll my eyes at the Matron¡¯s incestuous (I assume) antics. It doesn¡¯t bother me since I¡¯ve had both of them before, having marked and impregnated her yesterday. A burning sensation on my tummy reveals the oue of my experiment. *ying For the Home Team! ¨C One Human Mark!* Awesome! But before I can dig into that, I see action on my uterine interface. Multiple sperm icons are swimming upstreambeled with Jonny¡¯s face. Except, they¡¯re also marked by ¡®¡¯ and ¡®¡¯ symbols. Additionally, there¡¯s a shield icon in my uterus with ¡®MW¡¯ written on it. Ah, Maternal Ward. The shield isn¡¯t big enough to block everything. Huh. I tap on the shield to see what¡¯s up with it, and the icon moves at my touch. Getting an idea, I move the shield around to intercept the sperm cells. Some are fast and vigorous while others are slow and anemic. I get distracted for a couple minutes ying defense even though I don¡¯t have an egg deployed for impregnation. I don¡¯t know Jonny that well yet and I¡¯m not sure I want my next kid to be his. Well, that was neat. My new Breeder mark abilities seem to let me choose the sex of my offspring by blocking the sperm I don¡¯t want. On to bigger and better things¡­
Human Marks ¨C One
Human Cock Length Girth Race Shape Foreskin Balls
Jonny Saffron 9¡± 6¡± Caucasian Slightly Curved Average Retractable Y/N
Yes!!! Free cock get! Now I don¡¯t have to waste a mark on one of my good ability trees to properly equip myself. With Paternal Malleability and Slime Amalgamation, I can get a variety of great genitalbos without spending precious resources. I don¡¯t hesitate another second. *Selected Jonny¡¯s Saffron¡¯s Cock!* Balls ¨C N Maybe someday I¡¯ll grab the balls, but I¡¯m not ready to experiment with a new body part right now. The chart is not modifiable except for that one thing. Honestly, the chart seems excessively busy and almost TMI. My clit swells in size, lengthens, and thickens to match Jonny¡¯s dimensions and skin tone perfectly. It¡¯s one thing to have another species¡¯ dick equipped, but it¡¯s almost eerie wearing someone else¡¯s cock when they¡¯re lying next to you. Every monster¡¯s gaze snaps to my junk as soon as the dick manifests, the result of my new Lure mark. Then my body modifications take hold, changing the skin to green scales that match the rest of my body. It¡¯s kind of fascinating to watch. Jonny seems to think so because he watches me make these changes with avid interest. When the finished cock lies before him, he leans over and takes me in his mouth with confidence. His tongue swirls around my tip with practiced ease. ¡°Are you bi, Jonny?¡± I ask. Now that I think of it, I remember wondering why he took that blowjob ss alongside me and the other girls at the Association. I¡¯m not kidding when I say he was ranked at the top of every ss. He releases me and shakes his head. ¡°No, I¡¯m straight, but I heard some monster girls have dicks and I wanted to be able to please them if it ever came up. What kind of a boyfriend would I be if I didn¡¯t know how to suck my girlfriend¡¯s cock?¡± I must¡¯ve had hearts in my eyes because that was the moment I decided I wasn¡¯t letting Jonny go so easily. Handsome, nice, and he¡¯ll suck dick as long as there¡¯s tits attached? That¡¯s boyfriend material. Fuck, how is a straight guy this good at blowjobs? Bonny continues to give Jonny her attention while he works my shaft with hand and mouth. Monal and Rosie look tempted by the human¡¯s presence, but they seem to have their orders from the Matron down solid because their lips never stray from Gale or me. In fact, they double-team Gale¡¯s breasts and pussy while my Harpy lover strikes up a conversation. ¡°Hello, I¡¯m Gale, Alex¡¯s wife! Actually, I¡¯m just one of Alex¡¯s wives, and I have a wife too. Her name is Megan and she¡¯s amazing! Alex never said anything about you, but the two of you seem to know each other, so let¡¯s be friends, okay? I¡¯d offer to suck your dick, but it looks like Bonny is doing a good job there. She¡¯s Megan¡¯s friend, by the way. Or cousin? I¡¯m not sure. How about I suck your dickter when Bonny¡¯s jaw gets sore?¡± ¡°Mmm hmm.¡± ¡°Great! I can tell we¡¯re going to get along!¡± ¡°Gale, we have to wrap things up here. We¡¯re leaving as soon as I finish!¡± *Paternal Seminal Control ¨C Qualities* Viscosity Thin ? Thick Sticky ¨C Y/N? Tacky ? Glue vor ¨C ___ Effervescence ¨C Y/N? Consistency Stringy ? Gloopy Hardening Plug ¨C Y/N? Waxy ? Crumbly ? Concrete There are a lot of sliders on this weirdlyplicated UI. I decide Jonny would probably like an easy-to-swallow treat more than a ¡®full meal¡¯ experience, changing my cum to be on the thin side with a milk-and-honey vor (that submenu is even more ridiculous). I grab Jonny by the hair and pump his face on my cock a few more times until I explode down his throat. ¡°Ahh, that hit the spot.¡± He takes my load like a champ and withdraws with a confused, but not disgusted, expression as he realizes I don¡¯t taste normal. ¡°Need help with that load, darling? I know Alex cums a lot for a beginner to take,¡± Aello says as she swoops in to lick my cream from Jonny¡¯s face. ¡°Momma, let me help! Alex¡¯s cum smells even tastier than usual!¡± I stand and rpose myself as Flou readjusts my fur bikini to cover my privates. With my post-nut rity, I pull Jonny to his feet out of the pile of naked horny monster girls. ¡°Sorry about that. I don¡¯t know what came over me! I wanted to show you a good time, and then suddenly I¡¯m fucking your throat with a cock. I really am bing a monster¡­¡± ¡°No, no, you¡¯re fine, Alex. It¡¯s like I said, pleasuring monster girls is my passion in life. You were really cute when you came!¡± ¡°C-cute?¡± It somehow feels differenting from Jonny Saffron, the hottest guy in the Association growing up. Every girl in ss had a crush on him, and every girl knew they could never have him because he¡¯d be some monster girl¡¯s house husband. It¡¯s hard topete with an Orcess¡¯s impressive biceps, a Taurine¡¯s bonkers breasts, a Henlin¡¯s bodacious buttocks, an Ewe¡¯s fluffy hugs, or a Warg girl¡¯s¡­ that¡¯s like two against one! I never thought I¡¯d have a shot with him, Julia, or Jenny. Now that I¡¯ve essentially be a monster girl, maybe it¡¯s not so crazy for me to get with my school crushes? Bonny stands beneath him and holds her hands up. Jonny lifts the bigear mouse girl into his arms without question and sits her in the crook of his elbow. I still feel like I owe him something after that blowjob, but I suddenly have an idea of how to make it up to him. ¡°Do you want her?¡± Jonny and Bonny look at one another, her pleading and him with a brand-new thought in his head. ¡°Well, yeah, of course.¡± She blushes bright red. ¡°Even though I¡¯m so small?¡± He smiles brightly. ¡°Variety is the spice of life!¡± I couldn¡¯t agree more, my dude. ¡°You¡¯ll protect me?¡± ¡°Well, I¡¯m not exactly a fighter to offer protection¡­¡± ¡°Ahem,¡± I interrupt, ¡°Formally, I¡¯m taking Jonny under my protection. That extends to anyone he wishes to include as part of his¡­ let¡¯s call it what it is¡ªhis harem.¡± ¡°Since when do humans get harems?¡± Jonny asks, befuddled by his apparent promotion. ¡°I guess you¡¯ll be the first in a long time, Jonny.¡± ¡°Then, Bonny, do you want to be the first girl in my harem?¡± ¡°Yes! Definitely.¡± The two of them kiss as Jonny holds her tenderly. When they part, Bonny continues with trepidation, ¡°I wasn¡¯t going to say anything in front of all these powerful monsters, but I figured you¡¯d want to know as a human, and I¡¯ll say it if you¡¯re promising to protect me. See, everyone kind of ignored what I said earlier in a very suspicious way.¡± I raise an eyebrow and a nce reveals Aello is sweating again. ¡°What did you say earlier?¡± I ask. ¡°I said, ¡®Where¡¯d the other human go?¡¯ Remember?¡± ¡°But, Jonny¡­¡± ¡°No, I definitely saw a woman yesterday and she wasn¡¯t here today.¡± I crack my knuckles and face Aello once again. ¡°Seriously? How many times are we going to do this? My patience has limits, you know.¡± ¡°H-hold on Alex!¡± Aello says as she backs away from me. ¡°This isn¡¯t my fault! We couldn¡¯t bring her like you asked.¡± ¡°Why not?¡± ¡°Because she¡¯s dead, alright? None of us killed her, I swear! It was an ident! There are dozens of witnesses you can ask, Harpies and prisoners. They¡¯ll all say the same thing.¡± The wind goes out of my sails. That¡¯s just depressing. I can¡¯t even punish anyone over a simple ident. ¡°Well, technically, she¡¯s not dead-dead,¡± Rosie says, breaking the awkward silence. ¡°And how would you know that?¡± Aello asks, skeptical. ¡°She looked dead to me!¡± ¡°Um,¡± Monal pipes up, ¡°You told us not to kill anyone for supper or breakfast this morning, remember Momma? So, we¡¯ve, ah, been checking on her, like, constantly sincest night. That girl¡¯s still breathing.¡± ¡°BRING ME TO HER IMMEDIATELY!¡± 90. Ooze 90. Ooze We find her at the bottom of a cliff beneath some nests. I recognize her face instantly from my first day exploring outside my hometown. ¡°Brenda!!!¡± Jonny says as he fights free of the talons gripping his shoulders to fall on the cliffside. He starts sliding downhill on loose gravel, bncing on his heels. ¡°Fuck!¡± I shout as I struggle free of Gale¡¯s grip to fall after him. Ind softly on the cliffside due to my Lightweight ability and start skating on skittering stones. I wish I¡¯d taken Mouse Bnce, but at least I¡¯m a Fast Learner. When Jonny starts to teeter, I throw him a tether of Pitcher Treefolk Vines that loops around his waist. He uses the lifeline to keep his footing as we skid to a halt next to Brenda¡¯s body. I see what Aello meant. The girl is impaled through the abdomen by a sharp, pointy stone. Her breathing is extremely shallow. Anybody would assume she¡¯s dead at a nce. The two dozen hungry Harpies perched on nearby rocks testify to the fact she hasn¡¯t lost her pulse. Bunch of vultures. Not literally, of course. Their body types are quite diverse. Upon closer inspection, I realize how Brenda made it this long. It¡¯s like how they say to never remove the knife from a stab wound. She would¡¯ve bled out in minutes if they¡¯d tried to move her. Instead, the impaling spear of rock kept all her blood inside, not to mention how the gut wound miraculously missed all her vital organs. She might survive for another few minutes or a dozen terrible, agonizing hours without treatment. I seize control of Brenda¡¯s blood with my magic to buy me some time to think. My spell crystallizes her wound, preventing any further leakage. Gale, Aello, Rosie, and Monalnd on rock perches like the other Harpies around us. ¡°Brenda! Brenda!¡± Jonny says, tears flowing freely. ¡°J-Jon?¡± Amazingly, Jonny¡¯s voice awakens the weak and dehydrated girl. ¡°Brenda! You¡¯re alive! Thank goodness.¡± She tries to sit up, forgetting her situation for a moment until the pain returns to her conscious mind in a tidal wave. ¡°Don¡¯t move! We¡¯ll get a doctor!¡± ¡°What happened?¡± I ask the gathered Harpies. ¡°We captured two humans from the town to the south a couple of days ago,¡± Rosie says. ¡°I didn¡¯t notice anyone else besides me,¡± Jonny says. Monal nods. ¡°Yeah, well, you flew in the front. Anyway, Momma told us to bring her the male, give the female to our brothers, and don¡¯t mention this to Elder Grand w.¡± ¡°We didn¡¯t even touch her!¡± Yellow says. ¡°Didn¡¯t have time with preparations for the Celebration¡­¡± Blue adds. Greennds close to me and says, ¡°All we told her is that she¡¯d be living with us from now on.¡± ¡°Except,¡± Red raises a wing to object, ¡°She asked about the other human. The guy there. We¡­ told her he belongs to Momma now.¡± ¡°Aello!¡± I growl. ¡°It was my own fault,¡± Brenda says. ¡°I wasn¡¯t good enough.¡± Jonny brushes the matted hair from her dirty face. ¡°Don¡¯t waste energy talking. We¡¯re going to fix you up. Alex, we have to fly to the vige for a doctor!¡± ¡°I know my chances. Please, let me tell you how I feel.¡± Brenda takes Jonny¡¯s hand in hers and continues. ¡°Jonny, you were so nice showing me around town when I arrived. I fell for you at first sight, but I knew there was no way you could love a in girl like me with an Ogre¡¯s worn-out cocksleeve for a pussy. I¡¯d almost resolved to put my feelings aside and serve the town as a monster Breeder when we were captured.¡± I thought she might¡¯ve be addicted to Ogre dick after serving as Bruke¡¯s ¡®hood ornament,¡¯ but it looks like she prefers humans, or at least Jonny. ¡°Please understand, I¡¯d just been freed from the Ogre Fen! I couldn¡¯t go back to being a monster¡¯s onahole. I thought about ending my life, but then I heard the same thing was happening to you. Alex was only a human woman when she escaped the Wolf Lord and saved me from Bruke. I thought I could do the same if I were brave enough. I imagined a future where we ran away together and lived our days as man and woman. Except, I fell when I climbed out of the nest to rescue you. I¡¯m such a fool.¡± ¡°Brenda! I never thought of you as a in girl, and I don¡¯t care what the Ogre did to your pussy. I know these words are hard to believe, but I truly think beauty is skin deep! The world is full of beautiful monsters who care only for their next meal. I want you, the sweet girl who tried to pass along the bit of good that came into her life. That is, if you don¡¯t mind sharing me with a few others? The town won¡¯t like us living together unless I¡¯m satisfying a couple of monster girls as well.¡± Jonny definitely has the spirit of a harem husband. She smiles up at him wanly as he beams down at her. ¡°I can share if it means we¡¯d be together. I wish I could hold on that long¡­¡± They feel the same way I do¡­ that it¡¯s not possible for two humans to be together in this world! I just hadn¡¯t put it into words before. Keeping people who love each other apart isn¡¯t right. Someone needs to tell the mayor that humans should be allowed to marry each other! There¡¯s no way I¡¯m letting Brenda die, that much should be obvious. I need to be smart about this, though. I know it¡¯s not my strong suit, but you use your head, Alex! I¡¯ve got one use of Pink Slime Restoration per day, plus Olindia¡¯s two. No, I can¡¯t count on that. Olindia is with the others. By the time we reunite she might¡¯ve used both her charges. And, if I use my healing here, what happens when one of my girls gets injured? If I¡¯m dumb right now, it could cost Gabby her life in the forestter. There¡¯s no predicting where or when a powerful enemy might find us. Even when I¡¯ve got multiple uses of healing magic, unless it¡¯s close to sunrise, I can¡¯t be cavalier about using it! Not when I¡¯ve got an alternative¡­ ¡°Brenda, I can save you.¡± Jonny¡¯s head whips up at me. ¡°You can?!?¡± ¡°Oh, Alex, you¡¯re here!¡± Brenda says, exuberant, but weak and fading. With all the talking she¡¯s done and the pain she¡¯s in, I¡¯m surprised she¡¯s conscious. I nod. ¡°I have healing magic, but my girls and I are going into battle. If I use it on you, it may cost one of them their life.¡± ¡°Ah, I see,¡± Brenda says as the hope fades from her tone. ¡°But!¡± Jonny objects, though I cut him off. ¡°I also have this,¡± I say, holding up a smooth dark pebble. ¡°It¡¯s a Slime Core. If it eats you, there¡¯s a good chance you¡¯ll be reborn as a Slime. It worked on a couple friends of mine.¡± As far as I know, giving her an informed decision helps the transition process. Flou slides off my frame to take her bunny-eared Fuzzy Slime shape. ¡°Hello, I¡¯m Flou. I used to be a bunny girl. Being a Slime is kind of a mixed bag but, if I could make the choice knowing what I do now, I¡¯d make the same decision. To be fair, that may only be because Alex is a good partner.¡± Brenda nods. ¡°I¡¯ll do it.¡± ¡°Wait, think about it,¡± Jonny says, ¡°Alex wouldn¡¯t say she has healing magic unless she¡¯s willing to use it. We may be able to convince her if we¡ª¡± ¡°No, Jonathan. She¡¯s right. How am I supposed to feel if I hear someone else died because I refused to use the Slime Core? It¡¯s easier on my conscience this way.¡± Shame on me for not giving Brenda more credit before. ¡°I should mention this Core is obeisant to me, so that might carry over after it absorbs you.¡± ¡°I owe you my life twice over, Alex. I think that¡¯s fair.¡± ¡°Also, we haven¡¯t figured out how to impregnate Slimes. It may not be possible.¡± Jonny reassures Brenda this time, ¡°You don¡¯t have to give birth to be a mother. I¡¯ll make plenty of children for you to dote on, no doubt!¡± ¡°Do it.¡± ¡°Brace yourself, it may hurt for a moment. Jonny, you might want to look away.¡± He shakes his head. ¡°I won¡¯t.¡± I ce the Slime core on Brenda¡¯s chest without further ado. A moment passes before the pebble covers her body with a wave of caustic slime. Skin, muscle, and bones melt before our eyes. Jonny seems somewhat traumatized by the sight, but he refuses to blink. Most of the Harpies fly away at this point with their chances of getting a meal reduced to nil. As Brenda¡¯s skeletonpletely dissolves, I notice the impaling rock is gone too¡­ All the slime retracts into the dark gem. Then the Slime Core seems to petrify, bing no different than any of the pebbles on the cliffside. ¡°That¡¯s never happened before,¡± I say. The petrified Slime Core expands and flows as if liquid despite being solid stone to all appearances. Brenda¡¯s new body forms like a statue sculpting itself before our eyes. Sheys there as motionless as the dead, still as te, naked as an ancient depiction of a goddess, and just as beautiful. Her transformation smoothed her imperfections, realigned the asymmetries of her face, and fixed the split ends of her once straw-colored hair. ¡°¡°Wow,¡±¡± Jonny and I say in unison. ¡°If I¡¯m the only reborn Slime who doesn¡¯t get a humanoid form, I¡¯m going to be pissed,¡± Flou says. Brenda opens her eyes, sits up, and smiles at us, ¡°Jon!¡± She¡¯s a lifelike, static statue in every moment, but those moments flow together in an illusion of movement that bes real, like ancient human animation or maybe ymation with a stony luster. It¡¯s a little trippy on the eyes, but we get used to it quickly. ¡°Brenda!¡± The two of them embrace, Brenda squishing her new beau against her bosom, except Jonny flows through her like water to everyone¡¯s shock. ¡°Jonathan? Jonny!¡± Brenda screams and ps her arms frantically while Jonny ils his arms around while trying to pull his head from her chest. ¡°Alex, help!¡± I take stock of the situation. This isn¡¯t the first Slime girl I¡¯ve had to talk through a crisis. ¡°Brenda, I need you to calm down. Breathe.¡± ¡°Oh, my God Beast! I¡¯m not breathing!¡± I facepalm, having inadvertently made the situation worse again. Brenda starts trying to suck in air through her mouth and somehow fails while making weird kissy sounds. ¡°How am I talking?¡± ¡°Brenda, focus! Please stop moving around and calm yourself. We need to get Jonny calm too if we¡¯re going to make progress.¡± I put my hands on the young man and rub his back soothingly. That seems to get through to him, and he starts pointing at his throat and making an ¡®X¡¯ with his hands. ¡°Oh, he can¡¯t breathe, that would exin his panic.¡± ¡°I¡¯m choking him!?! Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck! What do I do?¡± I double-facepalm this time. ¡°Brenda, listen to me. I think Jonny was able to pass through you because you were rxed. Being stressed is making you seize up. It¡¯s just like anal sex, sweety. You need to rx for your partner.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve never done anal before though¡­¡± Oh, this poor girl. ¡°Think rxing thoughts. Sunny days. Summer rains. I¡¯m giving you Jonny¡¯s hands; hold them.¡± Branda and Jonny hold hands while I get behind her and hug the earthen Slime girl from behind. ¡°Shh. Clear your mind.¡± After another few scary seconds spent worrying this isn¡¯t working, Brenda¡¯s tension seems to ease for a moment and Jonny pops free of her body with a loud gasp. ¡°You¡¯re alive!¡± Brenda says with relief as she grabs her man in another hug (this one rtively normal). ¡°You¡¯re alive!¡± Jonny celebrates. ¡°And you¡¯re a monster now. No one can keep us apart!¡± ¡°Then, you¡¯ll have me? Even if I¡¯m like this now?¡± He tips her chin up towards him and says, ¡°I¡¯ll want you no matter what you be,¡± then he nts a tender kiss on her lips. The two lovers continue to kiss and fondle each other as Gale, misty-eyed,nds with Bonny in her arms. ¡°I love happy endings!¡± the Harpy girl says and leans on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and squeeze softly. ¡°Damn,¡± Bonny says, ¡°I couldn¡¯t have him to myself for a day?¡± I nudge the bigear mouse girl. ¡°Get over there quick if you want in on the action. Their hands are drifting south¡­¡± Bonny scurries over to the smooching couple before freezing in front of the muchrger humanoids. She looks unsure how to interrupt. Jonny breaks the kiss when he notices her standing there. ¡°Bonny, this is Brenda from town. Brenda, this is Bonny; she¡¯s my first monster girl!¡± ¡°Hi.¡± ¡°Hello, Bonny. I suppose I¡¯m going to be sharing him with you from now on?¡± ¡°That¡¯s the n!¡± Jonny says with a totally understandable sunny grin. The statuesque Slime girl turns to me next. ¡°Alex, are you part of Jon¡¯s harem, too? And when did you turn big, green, and scaly?¡± ¡°Kind of the reverse, actually,¡± I reply while awkwardly rubbing the back of my head. ¡°I was hoping Jonny would want to be my boyfriend. As for my condition, it¡¯s a long story.¡± ¡°Hurray, I like him!¡± Gale says. ¡°He looks sexy and fun!¡± Jonny looks from his new sweetheart, Brenda, to Bonny, to Gale, Flou, and back to my naked ass and swinging cock. ¡°Where do I sign?¡± I feel another get-to-know-you quickieing when something has to go and ruin the mood. ¡°Alex, trouble!¡± Flou says. 91. Return to the Warren, Part 1 (Cottontail) 91. Return to the Warren, Part 1 (Cottontail) It¡¯s so nostalgic being back underground. The low-light ambiance, the smell of dirt, the feel of soil between my paws¡­ I spent my whole childhood either down here or foraging in Fuzzy Field. Yet, there¡¯s something different about the tunnels today. I can¡¯t put my finger on it, but I can¡¯t help worrying. Megan senses the tension in me the way she always does, takes my hand in hers, and gives me a reassuring squeeze. I look down at my little sister and wonder again how she got so brave. I know it doesn¡¯te naturally for prey monsters like us. ¡°Thinking about what you¡¯ll say to him?¡± Megan asks. Her hand fits in mine so snugly. I know who she means. ¡°No, I¡¯m trying not to think about that. Maybe if I ignore it long enough, it¡¯ll be over before I have a chance to get scared.¡± Her grip tightens. ¡°Cottontail, I know it¡¯s hard, but you can¡¯t let him intimidate you! He¡¯s a big bully; that¡¯s all he¡¯s ever been, and all he¡¯ll ever be. But we belong to Alex now, and she¡¯s going to be important someday. We need to start acting like the brides of an important person! Look, we¡¯ve got four powerful predators with us. He¡¯s the one who should be afraid.¡± ¡°Well said, little mouse,¡± Spindle says from behind us as she ces a light hand on each of our shoulders. I shiver runs through me. Miss Spindle is the scariest of Alex¡¯spanions; just having her look at me makes my clitty stand up and my body tingle. I still can¡¯t believe she let me stick it in her pussyst night! She let me, a little bunny, have sex with a strong monster like her! I really want to do it with her again¡­ ¡°Like the view from back there?¡± Megan says as she sways her hips while we walk. Her pink jellyfish skirt swishes and her plump apple bottom seems to glow majestically in the dim purple light cast by Spindle¡¯s amethyst gaze. My face heats up and I look away. The Wicked Webling sensually licks her lips. ¡°Very much.¡± ¡°Hey, no canoodling while we¡¯re on a mission!¡± Gabby yells back at us from her ce in the lead, making her boobies jiggle beneath her robesdistractingly. Why is she so sexy when she¡¯s angry??? My clitty doesn¡¯t know how to react around her¡ªwell, that¡¯s a lie, I get hard when she yells. ¡°Do any of you want to exin to Alex we were too drunk on her pheromones fromst night to finish the job on schedule?¡± ¡°You¡¯re just nervous about the date you have with herter, Miss Goblin,¡± Spindle retorts. ¡°Plenty of private time in the forest where you¡¯ll have her all to yourself~¡± ¡°I assure you my main overriding priority will be getting stronger¡­ any fornication that happens will be the result of simple expedient mark extraction for Alex.¡± The Goblin girl clenches a fist around the base of her glowing Apprentice Rod. ¡°I can¡¯t fall any further behind. I need to catch up to Alex so I can protect her!¡± Megan frowns beside me with her eyes downcast. It looks like something is troubling her, but I can¡¯t imagine what. ¡°Cottontail, it may be tempting to rely on them, but keep in mind you¡¯re the critical piece in this mission,¡± Flou2 says from her ce integrated into my outfit. I feel her many tiny lips and tongues on my breasts andhers giving me reassuring kisses. She could get me off in a couple of minutes¡ªshe¡¯s done it before¡ªbut Flou is only reminding me I¡¯m not alone. ¡°Me?¡± My sister squeezes my hand again as her attention returns to the conversation. ¡°She¡¯s right, sis. Gabby and Spindle can beat Peter and scare everyone senseless, but not even webs and vines can catch every mouse and bunny in the Warren. If we can¡¯t convince Peter to work with us, they¡¯ll scatter without a third-tier to obey and hide behind.¡± ¡°Mission failure,¡± Spindle agrees. Flou2 continues, ¡°Some will recognize me, but the majority of mice and bunnies fundamentally can¡¯t trust a Slime. You¡¯re different, Cottontail. No one in the Warren has seen a special bunny evolution in hundreds of years.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not¡­¡± ¡°Special?¡± Megan interrupts me. There¡¯s a spark of something in her eyes when she looks at me. Not envy, but I can¡¯t quite put a word to it. She brushes her arm against my corset teddy. ¡°Can¡¯t you see you¡¯re turning into something incredible?¡± I have to admit the outfit is beautiful, but that doesn¡¯t mean I can take over the Warren or anything crazy like that. ¡°My stomach hurts from all this stress.¡± Sis gives me a worried look that shifts to a devious smile. ¡°Cottontail, remember, you¡¯re this little one¡¯s momma,¡± she says touching her tummy where Alex¡¯s mark disys the sleeping face of the baby girl I ¡®fathered.¡¯ ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter that we¡¯re siblings anymore now that I¡¯m pregnant. When this is over, I want you to push me down and release all that tension, okay?¡± Megan stands on her tiptoes and gives me a kiss on the cheek. She smells like home. Then her mouse tail teasingly whip-cracks me on the butt and I¡¯m so hard it makes walking awkward. I¡¯ve fantasized about my gorgeous younger sister hundreds of times. She¡¯s the prettiest, bravest mouse in the whole Warren. We did some things yesterday, but what she¡¯s saying is just the two of us. Me. Alone. With sis¡­ ¡°Can everyone shush for a while?¡± Olindia asks from a pink tentacle forming part of Megan¡¯s dress. ¡°This is supposed to be a ¡®stealth¡¯ mission or something, yeah?¡± ¡°You just want to nap until the fighting starts, don¡¯t you?¡± Megan uses. ¡°Ouch! Hey, aren¡¯t you supposed to like, fear me and shit?¡± ¡°I wouldn¡¯t have asked to let you camp in my cooch if I thought you¡¯d betray Alex by harming me.¡± ¡°Alright, alright, I didn¡¯t want to argue, all I wanted was¡ª¡± ¡°Quiet,¡± Gabby says, her tone brooking no argument. We¡¯re at a fork in the tunnels. Now that I¡¯m listening, my bunny ears can pick up the sound of shuffling feeting from both directions. Actually, we should¡¯ve run into a lookout a while back. Where is everyone? A Mole-manes snuffling and dragging his shovel at us from either side. Both of them are as horrible as I remember. Taller than a human, they¡¯re squinty-eyed with wlike nails and huge incisors. They¡¯re covered in matted fur that¡¯s crusty with dirt. They have bulky male proportions, hunched backs, and thick dangling schlongs. Gabby and Spindle spring into action weaving their magic. The Goblin Apprentice dual-wields a rod glowing green with nt Magic in each hand as vines shoot from the ground to entangle the western Mole-man¡¯s legs. Meanwhile, Spindle makes string figures of purple energy between her four hands as glowing spider threads fill the tunnel in front of the eastern Mole-man who barrels headlong into them. Both Mole-men struggle in their restraints. The western Mole-man digs his shovel into the ground at his feet to uproot half the vines. The eastern Mole-man waves his shovel around to catch the threads like a spool of cotton candy. ¡°Get closer so I can whack this guy,¡± Olindia says to Megan, who dashes forward without hesitation. Pink Slime tentacles separate from her dress to p the Mole-man and stick like glue on impact. He begins to shriek from the Jellyfish venom, his struggles intensifying for a moment before he gradually begins to weaken. A ruby dagger appears in my hand. ¡°Throw it at him,¡± Flou2 instructs. ¡°Throw it?¡± I don¡¯t know how to use a weapon like this! ¡°Just throw and I¡¯ll do the rest!¡± The western Mole-man frees his second leg with the shovel, but the tangling vines bought Gabby enough time for a follow-up attack. More vines erupt from the walls to grab his shovel arm and wrap around his neck. The struggle continues for a few more seconds as Gabby adds more and more vines until we hear the crack of his neck snapping. The eastern Mole-man¡¯s face has dissolved by this point. Olindia proceeds to consume his corpse with the caustic Slime of her tendrils. ¡°Cottontail, get me closer to him, please.¡± I do as Flou asks, approaching the western Mole-man. A Furry maw-tendril lunges from my outfit totch onto his exposed nk like amprey. I watch as Flou2 swallows gallons of his blood. Six ruby daggers appear at my hip, three on the left, and three on the right. ¡°Next time, throw when I say. This body only has one of my Multitasking Focuses and crystalizing blood takes a good portion of my concentration. It¡¯s easier if you throw and I guide the weapon remotely with Blood Magic. I know it¡¯s tough, at first, but this gets easier, I promise.¡± Nobody says anything mean, but I feel a sour weight in the pit of my stomach. I didn¡¯t do what I was supposed to, and Gabby picked up my ck. Everyone is so amazing! Megan wasn¡¯t afraid of getting close to that Mole-man at all. When the pressure was on I froze. How does Alex do this? ¡°Shouldn¡¯t you have Harpy Matron Air des at your disposal, Miss Goblin?¡± Gabby harrumphs. ¡°I have Aello¡¯s spell memorized but can¡¯t use third-tier magic until after I evolve.¡± ¡°Apologies, Spindle didn¡¯t intend to touch a sore subject.¡± The Goblin girl shrugs, clearly not wanting to discuss it further. ¡°What are Mole-men doing in the Warren?¡± Megan asks. ¡°Why wouldn¡¯t they be here?¡± Spindle wonders while tapping her chin with a finger. I blink in shock at the thought, but then I remember she¡¯s a Webling with no knowledge of our home. ¡°Peter protects the Warren from the Mole-men.¡± Spindle and Gabby exchange a look I¡¯m not sure how to interpret. ¡°Have you ever actually seen him ward off a Mole-man?¡± Gabby asks, her voice full of skepticism. I shake my head and shrug. ¡°No.¡± Miss Spindle frowns. ¡°That doesn¡¯t sound like protection, it sounds like¡ª¡± Miss Gabby cuts her off with a soft handid on the Webling¡¯s arm and another odd exchange of nces. When I look at Megan to see if she understands what¡¯s going on, she has a stricken look about her that shocks me. Then Gabby addresses Spindle aloud, ¡°Optimally, we subdue the Bunny Patron and use him to control¡­¡± she nces at me, then back to the Webling, ¡°I mean, to lead the Fuzzy folk in these dire circumstances. We¡¯ll deal with suboptimalplications as they arise.¡± ¡°You¡¯re such a lovely pragmatist, Miss Goblin. Spindle agrees; the details are irrelevant when the solution is simple regardless.¡± With that apparently resolved, we proceed on the shortest route to the Warren¡¯s hub. I whisper to Megan as we walk, ¡°Was that a predator thing? Or do you know what they¡¯re talking about?¡± Megan won¡¯t raise her eyes from the floor. ¡°That old bastard never fought for us once, but the Mole-men stay away from the Warren anyway.¡± She clenches her fists. ¡°What do you think that means?¡± A thought urs to me, a thought so ck and heinous that I immediately reject it as impossible. I stride forward with a shake of my head as if to hastily put the idea behind me. ¡°Let¡¯s hurry and convince Peter to help us so we can return to Alex.¡± 92. Return to the Warren, Part 2 (Cottontail) 92. Return to the Warren, Part 2 (Cottontail) Spoiler Cannibalism [copse] We proceed through the tunnels headed for the hub without encountering either bunny or mouse. We pass by breeding chambers silent of pleasure-moans for the first time in generations. We find another Mole-man patrolling the burrows that Spindle and Gabby easily execute. The atmosphere is tense. ¡°Megan, you think mom is safe, right? Peter will protect her even if the Mole-men are here.¡± I try to spark a safe conversation I hope will ease the jitters these quiet halls are giving me. My sister frowns. ¡°Lois always knew how to handle him until now. I hope she¡¯s alright, but I worry what he¡¯s capable of.¡± Shit, I feel like I¡¯m making it worse. ¡°What about Stewie, Bonny, and Chrissy? They wouldn¡¯t have gotten caught in the tunnels. They¡¯d have made it to safety!¡± ¡°We¡¯re about to find out,¡± Spindle says before Megan can reply, cutting me off from further spection as the passage ahead opens into the hub. My sensitive ears catch faint sounds as dim light from our party gradually illuminates the dark chamber. Shadows cast by dozens of pirs throughout the room recede as we approach, revealing a terrible scene. ¡°Alright, who¡¯s next? What? Nobody brave enough to do their part for the Warren? Ha! Who am I kidding? You lot never could do what¡¯s necessary. All you see is your next meal, and the next pussy to plow. It¡¯s up to old Peter to make the hard decisions¡­ You!¡± ¡°No! No, please! I¡¯ll do anything! HELP!¡± ¡°That¡¯s Stew¡¯s voice!¡± I shout as I bound forward. Gabby¡¯s wed Goblin hand tries to hold me back with a hasty swipe, but I duck and weave around her. Megan dashes after me and Spindle skitters up the wall as Gabby sprints to not fall behind. Then a sickening crunch fills the Warren. ¡°Damn, another failure. Guess we¡¯ll have to keep going once I¡¯ve made room.¡± My eyes fail to register the scene for a moment even as my other senses tell me everything I need to know. The scent of blood and fear. The sounds of mewling cries and munching. The cloying feel of air moist with tears and sweat. ¡°Eh? That you, bitch-boy, darin¡¯ to show your face down here after what you did? Brought some little friends with you? No matter, you can serve the Warren with the rest of your kin.¡± Then my eyes catch up to the rest of me. I see the hub by the light of Gabby¡¯s glowing rods desecrated with the gristly bones of my cousins. I see a dozen Mole-men on the perimeter of the chamber while eagerly sniffing the air. I see my family, Lois, Chrissy, and many other familiar faces huddled together in a cowering mass. Bonny is gone, and Peter clutches Stewie¡¯s headless body in his ws. My father, the Warren¡¯s Patron, is no more. His pale grey fur has gone shaggy and matted with filth. His fat has be misshapen, hunchbacked bulk. His face is unrecognizable, stubbled cleft chin obscured by massive incisors curving like scimitars. The delike teeth are covered in gore and scissors through flesh like butter when he moves his jaws. ¡°Mole-Patron,¡± Gabby growls. ¡°A side-evolution, but he may retain some of his Bunny abilities.¡± ¡°Peter, what have you done?¡± I ask, shocked and stunned with horror. He squints at me as if his beady eyes can¡¯t abide even this dim light. ¡°What¡¯ve I done? You cunt, you¡¯re the one responsible for this! You bit my nuts so hard they got infected; I¡¯ll never father another Fuzzy.¡± My eyes drop to between his legs where I find a thick dangling schlong gone gangrenous and putrid. ¡°The Warren needs a protector. Without a fourth-tier, we¡¯ll be wiped out by a predator Incursion someday. It¡¯s happened before. With my evolution path to Patriarch cut short, I needed a new way forward.¡± He takes another bite of Stew¡¯s corpse while Megan and I watch himmit cannibalism with sheer disgust on our faces. ¡°What? You think I named him after food for no reason? This was always my backup n. Hopefully, eating all these here is enough to push me over the hump to four-tier. Either way, it¡¯s about time to start over.¡± ¡°Start over?¡± He snorts derisively. ¡°I¡¯m an old monster, bitchy-boy. Been farming Fuzzies for a dozen generations. Something big wipes out the crop every few years, but there¡¯s always pussy around to get more. This time I¡¯ll have to rely on my good ol¡¯ boys to do the fathering.¡± The Mole-men snarl and grip their shovels. ¡°You control them?¡± ¡°They¡¯re my sons, same as you. Decent guards. All they ask for is a mouse a week or a bunny every other and they protect the Warren against any real threats.¡± ¡°You¡¯ve been feeding our siblings and cousins to the Mole-men all this time, you bastard!?!¡± Megan shouts. ¡°Any for what? They don¡¯t even protect us against predators!¡± Peter scoffs at us. ¡°No sense having them fight the wolves and Goblins just looking to fill their bellies when there¡¯s plenty to go around.¡± The Mole-Patron drops his snack, reaches into the cowering mass of our kin at random, and pulls Chris, my angora bunny second cousin. ¡°Chrissy!¡± I scream as Peter tosses the fuffy bunny girl at a Mole-man, the monster¡¯s vering jaws wide open. Gabby points a rod at Chris and a green tendril sprouts from the ground to catch the flying rodent monster midflight. ¡°Peter the Mole-Patron, I¡¯m here on behalf of Alexandra Vermillion with a proposition for you.¡± ¡°Tch. What does that Echidna cunt want with me now? Ain¡¯t it enough she has the bitch-boy she wanted to y hide-the-sausage with?¡± ¡°You¡¯re not seriously making a deal with him after what he¡¯s done?¡± Megan asks Gabby, bbergasted. The Mole-Patron grunts in annoyance at her interruption. ¡°Shut up, Meg. The predators are talking.¡± Gabby¡¯s eyes never leave Peter as she whispers a reply to us, ¡°I said we¡¯d deal with suboptimalplications as they arise.¡± Before Megan and I can further object, we see a glowing purple fall from the ceiling on a Mole-man standing against the hub¡¯s far wall. A momentter, Spindle drops onto the monster¡¯s shoulders, seals his mouth shut with sticky webbing, and plunges her fangs into his neck. I don¡¯t even remember when I lost track of the frightful Webling. ¡°I can hear y¡¯all just fine,¡± Peter says, though he seemspletely oblivious to the quiet struggle going on behind him. The Mole-men facing Spindle¡¯s direction must have poor eyesight since they don¡¯t raise the rm. ¡°These ears still work even if they¡¯re smaller.¡± ¡°And what of it?¡± Gabby questions loudly to mask the sounds of Spindle sucking the life from the helpless Mole-man. ¡°Does that lump of grey matter between those ears still work? Or is that also smaller? Surrender, and allow us to levy the Warren¡¯s monsters, or Alex will descend on you like a storm. She¡¯s gotten stronger since when she faced youst by miles.¡± ¡°God Beast damn the fucking Echidna cunt; I bet she has. Welp, that just means I can¡¯t be here by the time shees looking.¡± Spindle gets the drop on another Mole-man. ¡°What can I offer that¡¯ll change your mind?¡± Gabby says, grasping at straws. ¡°Wolf and Goblin pussy for your Mole-men? Spoils of war?¡± ¡°War? The fuck you say?¡± She clears her throat and adjusts her spectacles. ¡°The Ogre Fen and Kennel Hills are going to war for control of the region in two days. If you¡¯re that close to evolving, an assist in killing the Wolf Lord or Ogre General will surely do the trick?¡± ¡°Heh, I didn¡¯t live this long taking odds like that. Better to go to ground for a decade than fight a monster Leader at the head of his hoard.¡± Then Peter shrugs. ¡°I¡¯m almost tempted to take your offer for a taste of that Echidna boost, though. ¡®Cept, my pecker¡¯s spoiled, and I wouldn¡¯t let that cunt stick hers in my ass for the world.¡± Now, it¡¯s Gabby¡¯s turn to question, ¡°¡®Boost?¡¯ What are you talking about?¡± ¡°You don¡¯t know? Thought for sure you¡¯d already felt the touch since you¡¯re such a fucking weird Goblin. Haven¡¯t you noticed how freakishly often monsters evolve around her?¡± ¡°No, I would¡¯ve noticed¡ªI keep quite extensive notes¡ªbut everything I¡¯ve seen thus far has been within the parameters of my data range.¡± Gabby nces at me, her eyes darting across my corset teddy outfit. ¡°Well, almost everything.¡± ¡°Nah, you¡¯re missing the forest for the trees, you dumb midget-bitch. Even monsters who surely fulfilled all the requirements years ago, like me, might never evolve on their own. Life¡¯s unfair like that.¡± I think back to Gabby¡¯s hut, its insides littered with brokenb equipment and detritus from experiments that failed to spark her next evolution. ¡°A few monsters evolve in a region every year, sure, but I bet the ones she¡¯s met exceed that quota in less than a week. ¡°There¡¯s something about an Echidna¡¯s existence that brings out a monster¡¯s potential. Some¡¯ll try to control her, hoping to be the next God Beast, but the smart ones will kill her before she grows too powerful. What she is ain¡¯t natural.¡± ¡°An evolutionary catalyst?¡± Gabby mumbles to herself. ¡°Perhaps the phenomenon is due to her faint connection to primordial chaos,¡± Spindle spectes as she scuttles around a pir into view. ¡°Who the fuck are¡­ oh, I see how it is.¡± Peter doesn¡¯t bother with verbal repartee once he notices the only Mole-men left standing are the three he had in view during the conversation. The ones Spindle didn¡¯t have time to drain to death are gagged and bound. Chrissy and my rodent kin take this opportunity to flee, scattering away from Peter, though he makes no move to chase. The three remaining Mole-men wait on his signal. ¡°You¡¯re a clever bunch of bitches, ganging up on old Peter like this.¡± ¡°Excellent work distracting him, Miss Goblin,¡± Spindle says while giving Gabby a polite nod. Peter cracks his knuckles. ¡°You lot know how long it¡¯ll take to round them back up?¡± ¡°Last chance to surrender,¡± Gabby says with her rods held steady in firm grips. ¡°I won¡¯t lie, I¡¯m eager to see what I turn into after killing you.¡± ¡°Heh, heh, heh, that makes two of us, sweetheart. Let¡¯s dance,¡± the Mole-Patron says as he lumbers forward. 93. Return to the Warren, Part 3 (Cottontail) 93. Return to the Warren, Part 3 (Cottontail) ¡°Let¡¯s dance.¡± The Mole-Patron lumbers forward,ing at us with leisurely confidence. Gabby simultaneously conjures two sets of vines from the ground to wrap around each of his legs. Spindle releases a woven of sooty, purple energy threads to drop on him by pulling on a string hidden behind her back. Then Peter opens his hand and summons a long-handled digging spade. He twirls the spade in his grip like a baton, using the shovel¡¯s cutting edge to sever vines at the root and slice apart the magic. ¡°Fuck,¡± Gabby says with a scowl. ¡°Yeah, you are.¡± Peter hefts the spade over his shoulder and throws it at the Goblin girl. At the same time, Spindle yanks on another string held in her second set of arms. Since the other end of the line is attached between Gabby¡¯s shoulder des with a nearby stone pir acting as the fixed axle of a pulley, the Goblin girl practically flies as she¡¯s dragged sideways out of the spade¡¯s trajectory. ¡°You¡¯re not getting away, you little shit!¡± Peter growls as he trundles after Gabby, following her around the corner to find the Goblin girl being pulled under another strung high between two pirs. The Mole-Patron plows into this at speed before he can bring his spade to bear. Tangled in the magical threads, Peter thrashes and tugs his way free by tearing the¡¯s anchor points loose but emerges covered in dangling strings. Spindle reels in Gabby, grasps the Goblin girl¡¯s hand, ces another hand at the small of her back, and twirls her around as if ballroom dancing. Then Spindle takes Gabby in a steep dip that has the Goblin girl nearly inverted and nts a long, lingering kiss on her lips at the nadir of the dance move. Gabby desperately clutches at Spindle for bnce as the Wicked Weaver invades her mouth with lots of tongue. ¡°Think you can taunt me, you fucking cunts???¡± The sight enrages Peter to the point he charges like a bull. Spindle releases Gabby from the dip and shoves the Goblin girl in one direction while sprinting the opposite way with a string tied between them. The result is a tripwire that Gabby and Spindle anchor by each rounding the corner of two pirs once again acting as axles while they hold the ends. Peter stumbles over the trap and goes tail-over-teakettle. ¡°I¡¯m gonna eat you both ass-first and shit you out!¡± Another web falls on Peter and vines sprout from the ground to grapple his arms, but the Mole-Patron is strong, and he has his spade in hand. He won¡¯t stay down for long. Three Mole-men lunge for me and Megan before we cane to Gabby and Spindle¡¯s aid. My sister and I beat a tactical retreat for the nearest pir. Sure enough, the far side conceals another spiderweb conveniently strung high enough in the air for smallfolk to duck under. I can¡¯t believe Spindle managed to boobytrap so much of the hub while Gabby distracted Peter with chitchat! She¡¯s an incredibly fast caster with four hands. ¡°Throw!¡± Flou2, merged with my outfit, shouts from my cor. While I¡¯m not a warrior, I promised Alex I wouldn¡¯t let another predator take me! I grab at one of the blood daggers hanging at my waist and toss it at the Mole-man barreling into the behind us. The de glows crimson as it curves in the air midflight, correcting my far-afield throw tond in the monster¡¯s shoulder. The Mole-man screams in pain and fury while struggling to free himself. ¡°Try to aim, I can only adjust the trajectory a few degrees!¡± The second Mole-manes around the pir on the opposite side to menace us. Megan steps forward and her pink dress unfolds in a flurry of Jellyfish Slime tentacles. Olindia¡¯s prehensile tendrils grapple the Moleman before he can bring his shovel down on my sister, their touch-activated venom causing him to scream in agony as his body goes rigid with pain. Unfortunately, with so many tentacles upied with the second Mole-man, Megan has none free to deal with the third opponent trailing behind his brothers. I grab two daggers from my hip in each hand and aim as best I can. This time, Flou2 can correct the projectiles to aim for the monster¡¯s face. The third Mole-man swings his shovel to bat aside one of the crystal blood daggers. Then the second nts itself in his left eye. ¡°Ahhhrrrggghhh!¡± He clutches his face as blood pours from the wound, but he¡¯s not dead yet. Meanwhile, the first Mole-man wrenches himself free while leaving behind great swaths of fur stuck to the spiderweb. He cracks the butt of his shovel against the ground, causing me to stumble as the earth beneath me magically shifts. I almost forgot they could do that! Finding my bnce costs precious seconds as the Mole-man missing half his fur ducks under Spindle¡¯s spiderweb toe crawling at me and the third Mole-man regains enough wherewithal to take up a shovel in both hands. I draw another two daggers but, with two of theming at me at once, I hesitate in deciding whether to attack or dodge and how. ¡°Cottontail!¡± Megan shouts in concern for me. My left foot goes all pins-and-needles, causing me to lose my bnce and fall on my bum. Both daggers tter to the ground as I lose my grip. Then the half-blind Mole-man¡¯s shovel head passes through the space I just vacated to hit the half-hairless Mole-man in the face. Damn, that was lucky! I scramble to my feet, grab the nearest dagger (which happens to be embedded in the recently concussed Mole-man¡¯s shoulder), and plunge it into the idiot staring dumbly at the mole-brother he identally struck. Instinctively, I repeat my crime against Peter and aim for the balls. ¡°Aaaaaannnggghhh!!!¡± the castrated Mole-man cries. Killing in self-defense is one thing, but I feel a little bad about what I¡¯ve done¡­ The second Mole-man, bleeding, concussed, and half-defurred, stumbles to his feet behind me and grabs at my shoulder. Flou2 unmerges from my outfit to form a toothy maw that bites the hand that dares touch her ward. I grab myst dagger, spin around, and stab him in the chest while he¡¯s screaming over histest wound. He goes down in a bloody heap. The castrated Mole-man regains his senses long enough to decide he¡¯ll have my head before he bleeds out and lunges at me. Fortunately, Megan and Olindia finally executed the first Mole-man via strangtion, and intercept number three before he can reach me. He adds his Jellyfish venom-induced screams to the bloodstained echoes of the Warren¡¯s hub before sumbing. Flou2 starts drawing spilled blood to herself to form more ruby daggers, but we¡¯re interrupted before she can finish the process. ¡°You, bitch-boy, this is all your fault!¡± Peter shouts as he sees Megan and I standing over the bodies of the fallen Mole-men. Bits of magical webbing and torn vines cling to him all over. ¡°You brought the Echidna down on us, you bit my nuts, and now you¡¯ve brought these midget-whores here to ruin everything! On top of all that, you look absolutely ridiculous in that outfit! You fucking cuck bitch, I have no son!!!¡± He summons spades into his hands one after another and throws them at me. At the same time, a purple threadnds on me and pulls me aside. Thanks, Spindle! Grunting with frustration, Peter changes his target to Megan, but a squat stone wall rises from the earth to block the projectiles. Gabby steps into view to get a line of sight on her working. ¡°Think you can use Earth Magic against me???¡± He stomps his foot and the wall crumbles despite the Goblin¡¯s best efforts to counterspell him. Then he rears back to throw a spade at Gabby. The Goblin girl dives aside, but she has no movement abilities. A glowing purple falls on Peter that fails to do more than slightly inhibit his aim. The spade slices Gabby in the side as she dives out of its path. She curls into a ball of pain as blood pools around her. The Mole-Patron raises a spade to finish the job. Megan darts from cover and runs straight at Peter. ¡°Megan, what are you doing?¡± I scream as my legs carry me after her without thinking. He stomps his foot again, causing a mini earthquake beneath Megan that would¡¯ve sent me sprawling. Instead, the mouse girl¡¯s tail bobs and weaves with the shaking ground to maintain her center of bnce. That¡¯s right, I think Alex called it, ¡®Mouse Bnce!¡¯ Peter throws a spade at Megan next, but she ducks under the projectile in the nick of time thanks to an early warning from Mouse Predator Sense. Another foot stomp summons a rising stone pir beneath Megan thatunches her into the air where she can¡¯t dodge the next spade. Vines spring from the ground that wrap around Peter¡¯s leg and pull him down to one knee, spoiling his shot. Gabby has herself propped up on one wobbly elbow with a single Apprentice rod trained on her enemy as she slowly bleeds out. I catch a blushing Megan in my arms¡ªthe little mouse is almost light as a feather¡ªand let her down easy. Megan rushes at Peter again, and this time his throwing arm isssoed by a glowing spider thread that Spindle loops around and around a pir. Blood dribbles from where the taught line cuts into his arm like garrote wire. The mouse girl finally gets in range for Olindia to unfurl her tentacles. A dozen Slime tendrilssh Peter with Jellyfish venom, wringing a tortured and furious howl from his throat. Then the Mole-Patron summons a spade in his free hand and twirls it, severing the garrote on his other arm, slicing through Olindia¡¯s tentacles, and cutting apart the vines binding his leg. Enraged, Peter throws a stone-coated haymaker at Megan. She feels iting with Predator sense, but all the mouse girl can do is take a step back before the deadly crushing blow is upon her. Then Spindle darts between them, taking Megan in her arms and shielding the mouse girl with her body. Peter¡¯s haymaker hits the Webling directly and sends both Spindle and Megan tumbling away in Gabby¡¯s direction. Neither rises. Beside them, the Goblin girl has copsed from blood loss. I worry for a second he¡¯ll try to finish them while they¡¯re down, but Peter turns to me instead. He grips a spade in each hand and gnashes his teeth. ¡°Nobody left to protect you, coward.¡± My blood runs cold. Peter has stood over me like this so many times in the past and punished me for not being manly enough. For not being able to evolve into something that can protect the Warren. For being worthless. ¡°You¡¯re wrong.¡± Flou2 leaps into my hand as a final crystal dagger containing her ruby core. I can¡¯t throw this one. My fist tightens on the handle. ¡°I won¡¯t let you hurt my family anymore.¡± ¡°You really think a fucking cuck bitch-boy bunny like you can stop me?¡± I spring from the ground as hard and fast as I can, flipping midair tond paws-first on the hub¡¯s ceiling. In the moment before gravity pulls me down into a fall, I push off with my legs, sending me flying towards the nearest pir. A spade crashes into the floor where I started and another tters against the ceiling. Rebounding off the vertical surface this time, I head for a pir behind Peter. I really do feel faster with this outfit on. It may be just by a hair, butst time Peter could track my movements and it took Alex splitting his attention to not get stted. All I have now is my speed and this knife. I kick off the pir, aiming for another past Peter, and drag my knife through his bulk in passing. Flou2¡¯s core de bites past his fur and cuts a line of red across his nk. Red droplets trail after me and crash into my open palm as I crouch against the far pir and rebound once again. Spilled blood forms a second ruby dagger in my grip. Now I have two weapons ande in low, digging both tips into the meat of his thigh as I slide past. He¡¯s heavily built with fat and fur. Even Flou¡¯s sharp crystal des can¡¯t do more than draw blood, but another dagger congeals at my waist. I¡¯m up and leaping over him in an instant so I can slice at his neck next. Peter growls and swings a spade where momentum is carrying me. How did he predict my next move? I release my weapon to ce a palm on the t of the spade and use that as a pivot point to alter my trajectory slightly. The spade¡¯s edge hits me in the side, sending me tumbling through the air. I would¡¯ve broken half my ribs or shattered my spine if I hadn¡¯t pivoted. As-is, I roll to my feet afternding on the rough ground and inspect the damage. My corset teddy protected me from the de. I¡¯d have been gutted without the magical cloth. Instead, all I have is an ugly bruise forming under its fabric. ¡°I¡¯ve still got my Lucky Rabbit¡¯s Foot, you know. Some abilities carry over when you evolve.¡± He summons a carrot and takes a bite to show he hasn¡¯t lost that either. He continues with his mouth full, ¡°Swung at random and hit the jackpot. Third-tier bunnies can control when they use their luck, after all. I didn¡¯t think I needed it against the Echidna until it was toote. I could¡¯ve used it to escape, but she foolishly spared me anyway. I won¡¯t be repeating my mistake today.¡± Checking my remaining arsenal, I find Flou managed to catch and keep the dagger I lost while evading Peter¡¯s counterattack. I¡¯ve got two ruby daggers and Flou2¡¯s core dagger. I already used up my luck saving me from the Mole-men earlier. My hands fall to the ruby dagger hilts, and I draw them reverse-grip as I crouch to spring. ¡°Then I¡¯ll have to exhaust your luck!¡± I leap aside from a thrown spade, rebound off a pir behind him, and throw a dagger at Peter¡¯s head. His spadees up to block even though he can¡¯t see me from this angle. The crystal de tters to the ground, but I rebound off another pir, then another, and throw my second dagger at his face. The Mole-Patron¡¯s spade blocks. I rebound, rebound again, hit the ceiling, and leap straight down at his back. Flou2¡¯s core dagger draws blood again as his spade whistles over my head. Missed me. I retreat with a dagger in each hand while Peter howls in more pain and rage. ¡°Fuuuck Youuu!!!¡± Peter shouts and ms his spade into the ground over and over. His third-tier Earth Magic causes the pirs to crumble and fall with each stroke of the spade. Soon there aren¡¯t any vertical surfaces left around for me to rebound off. ¡°Come at me now, coward! Fucking cuck-y cunt! Bunny Bitch-boy!¡± I¡¯m not running away. My family is counting on me. Floubines the two crystal daggers in my hands into a single long, thin de more like a needle than a sword as I stride toward him. She knows I need a way to prate his fat and hit something vital. It¡¯ll all end in a moment. My speed versus his spade. I¡¯ll probably die, but I can¡¯t let him hurt the others. A glowing pink light catches my eye. Then vines sprout from the ground to entangle both his arms. Gabby is standing with both rods trained on him despite her apprentice robes being wet with blood. A garrote of purple energy falls around Peter¡¯s thick neck as well. I see Megan up and running at Peter with something clutched in her hand. I match my sister¡¯s pace and sprint forward. I¡¯m so relieved they¡¯re alright! Olindia must¡¯ve healed them. Peter rips one arm free with raw strength and twirls his spade to cut his bindings, but another pair of vines grow to rece the ones he cut. Gabby is rapid-firing nt Growth spells while walking toward him. Another garrotends on Peter¡¯s wrist and it takes all his concentration and power to keep from being overwhelmed by the onught of restraints. Spindle is weaving her threads at a breakneck pace from her ce on the ceiling. Megan gets in range and throws a pouch at the Mole-Patron¡¯s face, ¡°Pepper Spray!¡± A cloud of red powder explodes with Peter at ground-zero. The Goblin Apprentice must have given the irritant to Megan while they recovered. The mouse girl doesn¡¯t have Gabby¡¯s experience handling the substance and takes a mouthful of the blowback. Both Peter and Megan start coughing uncontrobly. The Mole-Patron swings his spades blindly, trying topensate for hisck of luck and sight. Megan is close enough that Olindia¡¯s tentacles unfurl and grapple one of Peter¡¯s arms with stinging Jellyfish venom. Vines and threads trap Peter¡¯s other arm. Spindle drops onto Peter¡¯s back and sinks her fangs into his shoulder. The strength seems to go out of that arm as she drains him, preventing the Mole-Patron from ripping free of the restraints. Another vine erupts from the ground totch onto Peter¡¯s neck and pull him down. Peter rears back, ripping the roots from the earth, but new vines rece the old in a sh of green. No matter how he struggles, he can¡¯t draw a clean breath with his lungs full of pepper, and Spindle continues to drain his strength with each passing second. Another set of vines closes around his neck like a noose and draws him low. Bloodied from dagger cuts, stung by jellyfish tendrils, blinded by pepper spray, bound by vines and threads with his head bowed, Peter kneels before me. He coughs and croaks, ¡°Cottontail, you wouldn¡¯t do this to your old man, would you? Your own flesh and blood?¡± How can he say such things after what he¡¯s done? I force myself not to hesitate, striding forward with sword in hand. When I don¡¯t answer, Peter changes his tune. ¡°A bitch-boy like you doesn¡¯t have the stones to kill me!¡± This time, I pause. Not in fear, but rage. ¡°I¡¯ve been too scared to talk back to you my whole life. Not today. You can address me as a woman, or I¡¯ll silence you!¡± He opens one bloodshot eye to focus on me. ¡°You won¡¯t dare, boy. I¡¯m your father!¡± ¡°I have no father!¡± My needle de plunges up through his throat, pierces his tongue, and punches through the roof of his mouth into his skull. Hot blood dribbles onto my hands as I stagger back. I watch Peter die with mute horror and maybe a tinge of satisfaction. He¡¯ll never hurt my mother and cousins again. The bulk of him goes limp. Megan and Spindle retreat from his copse as Flou2 reforms her bunny-eared Fuzzy Slime shape. Gabby steps up to me and throws my arm over her shoulder. I finally realize my legs are shaking as I lean against her. Spindle scoops Megan into a four-armed embrace. ¡°You risked your life to save mine,¡± Megan says, wide-eyed. The Webling smiles tenderly at the little mouse. ¡°Vermillion gave very clear instructions forbidding Spindle to allow youring to harm.¡± ¡°But that was your idea¡­¡± The Wicked Weaver shrugs and waggles her eyebrows. ¡°I¡¯m sure you can think of some way to repay the favor¡­ .¡± ¡°C-Cottontail, sweetie, is that you?¡± The familiar voice grabs my attention. ¡°Mom?¡± It¡¯s Lois, Chrissy, and the rest of the Warrening out from hiding. ¡°It is Cottontail!¡± Chrissy exims. Then they see the carnage before us. My mother asks, ¡°Is he¡­?¡± I clear my throat before Spindle or Gabby can answer. Some things are a daughter¡¯s responsibility to tell her mother. ¡°Peter is¡ª¡± A sharp stab in my core cuts off my sentence. I double over as heat and power rush through me as pain mingles with pleasure. It¡¯s lightning in my limbs. I can¡¯t get enough air. It¡¯s like I¡¯m drowning. The Mole-Patron¡¯s body vaporizes before our eyes in a cloud of purple smoke that rings around me. The blood on my hands evaporates, then coalesces into a funnel that draws all the smoke inward. I gasp as something manifests in my hands and all the smoke vanishes. It¡¯s a tall, ck, t-crowned silk hat with a red ribbon. It feels like there¡¯s something inside. Reaching in, I pull out a rabbit. Not a monster, just a grey-furred rabbit with a bite-divot in his ear. A very angry rabbit that scowls and hisses like he¡¯s trying to insult me. 94. Return to the Warren, Part 4: Stage Magic (Cottontail) 94. Return to the Warren, Part 4: Stage Magic (Cottontail) ¡°I told Alex everything is fine. She started rushing over as soon as I said a battle had begun but didn¡¯t get to the Warren before we had it wrapped up. She¡¯s going to wait at the Hut for us with the¡­¡± Flou2 the bunny-eared Fuzzy Slime looks around at all her prey monster kin surrounding us, ¡°With her new friends, so don¡¯t take too long.¡± I understand. The mission isn¡¯t a sess until we return to the Hut, after all. And it¡¯s better Alex doesn¡¯te down here since it¡¯d cost some of her daily marks to change her Stature only to see us a few minutes sooner. ¡°That voice, is it you, Flou?¡± ¡°Hi, Miss Lois,¡± the Fuzzy Slime says while bobbing in something like a bow. ¡°Yes, I ended up as a Slime after some Treefolk nearly killed me.¡± ¡°I¡¯m d you¡¯re alright.¡± The dormouse woman with a furry tail kneels and hugs the bunny-eared Fuzzy Slime, who melts into the maturedy¡¯s arms. ¡°The Mole-men¡­ they¡¯re all dead,¡± a bunny girl says in astonishment. So many voices talking over one another makes it difficult to recognize anyone I¡¯m not very familiar with. Plus, I wasn¡¯t that close to most of my kin before¡ªeven considered a bit of a weirdo due to my barely suppressed predator kink. Most know me by reputation after Alex rescued mest time, though. ¡°Is Peter gone?¡± a mouse boy asks. ¡°I saw Cottontail kill Peter! He saved us!¡± ¡°Hey, didn¡¯t you hear what she said, call her a woman, or she¡¯ll fucking kill you!¡± a bunny boy whispers under his breath. ¡°Cottontail is a nice¡­ girl, she wouldn¡¯t¡­¡± ¡°Besides, don¡¯t you see those tits?¡± ¡°Yeah, she smells a bit like a girl now, too,¡± ¡°Peter really is dead, though, and our home isn¡¯t safe anymore. Who¡¯s going to protect the Warren?¡± ¡°Can¡¯t you see Cottontail evolved?!? She¡¯s a third-tier now, she¡¯ll protect us!¡± Chrissy says with perhaps unearned confidence in me. ¡°Are you sure? She doesn¡¯t look any bigger¡­¡± ¡°Nah, that hat is powerful magic for sure,¡± a bunny boy says. ¡°And have you even seen what she¡¯s wearing?¡± ¡°But she brought a bunch of scary predators with her! She¡¯ll feed us to them!¡± a cowering mouse girl says. The crowd of rodent kin muttering is loud in my sensitive ears. I¡¯ve got a headache after what happened at the end of the battle so I¡¯m in no mood for all this spection. ¡°Everyone, quiet!¡± I shout over the mob. They go silent in an instant and I blush to find them all staring at me. ¡°L-let¡¯s figure this out one thing at a time, okay?¡± Everyone nods. I gulp; public speaking is so stressful! ¡°Introductions first,¡± I say as I wave toward where Mom is hugging Flou2. ¡°That Fuzzy Slime is Flou. She transformed after an ident.¡± As Alex well knows, Slimes are no joke. Nobody in the Warren would take one lightly, especially an evolved Slime. Flou was absolutely one of the scary predators that mouse girl was referring to. Some of the crowd recognizes Flou¡¯s name, though, or sees Lois hugging her, and rx a bit around the otherwise terrifying monster. ¡°That¡¯s Spindle, she¡¯s a W¡ª¡± I suddenly reconsider calling her ¡®Wicked¡¯ in front of everyone. Even bunnies and mice know monster names mean something. ¡°W-Webling. She helped us.¡± Spindle continues to cradle Megan in her arms as I speak. It seems to be helping the Wicked Webling¡¯s image with the Fuzzy folk since Megan appearsfortable with the arrangement. In fact, Megan has been a little sweeter on the demonic spider girl since the battle. ¡°She¡¯s nice,¡± Megan announces, ¡°And won¡¯t hurt anyone.¡± Considering Alex¡¯s magical contract with the Wicked Weaver, that seems like a safe enough assertion. ¡°Praising Spindle in front of her prey earns you a kiss,¡± the Webling says before nting an affectionate peck on the mouse girl¡¯s lips. Megan closes her eyes and kisses back. Despite calling them prey, the Webling¡¯s congenial attitude and PDA along with Megan¡¯s reciprocation further eases the tension in my rodent kin. ¡°And this is Gabby,¡± I say, tilting my head to indicate the Goblin girl I¡¯m leaning on. I see no need to introduce Olindia yet, all things considered. The Jellyfish Slime seems content to be quiet most of the time anyway. ¡°She¡¯s in cha¡ª¡± Gabby steps on my foot, not hard, but enough to make me trip over my words. ¡°A moment, please,¡± she says before turning us away from the crowd. She takes us a few paces away and whispers quietly in my ear to keep my rodent kin from overhearing. ¡°Cottontail, these are your people and you¡¯re the most evolved monster in the room. You should be in charge, even if you leave the logistics to me.¡± ¡°I am? But I don¡¯t feel like I evolved¡­?¡± ¡°Are you tired and hungry?¡± My stomach grumbles. ¡°Yeah, and my head aches.¡± ¡°Those are signs you¡¯re ready to evolve. I feel it too.¡± ¡°You do!?!¡± ¡°Shh, not so loud. Yes, we both need a good meal and a good sleep tonight. Monsters evolving in battle like Dura are the exception, not the rule. I think my body is ready for Matron. That means my magic isgging behind, but I¡¯m a Goblin, so it¡¯s fine. You, on the other hand¡­¡± She looks me up and down before continuing, ¡°I thought for certain you¡¯d be a March Hare. That¡¯s something like a bunny berserker as far as I can tell from the literature. They¡¯re overtaken by lust and madness, going into a battle frenzy when they fight. Whatever you are isn¡¯t in the Book of Monsters¡­ Yes, we need to have Alex fuck you as soon as possible!¡± She puts her hands on my shoulders and shakes me. ¡°Cottontail, I need to know what you¡¯ve be!¡± I stare at her with wide, slightly panicked eyes, silently begging for mercy. Gabby snaps out of it a momentter. ¡°Ahem, sorry about that. I¡¯d been wondering about you after than side-evolutionst night. You fought Peter as a Bunny Patron, Aello the Harpy Matron, then Peter again as a Mole-Patron. I wasn¡¯t sure he¡¯d count twice for you, but here we are. You¡¯ve ¡®fathered¡¯ several offspring, as well as fulfilled a few hidden conditions it seems.¡± ¡°If Spindle had to guess, she¡¯d say there¡¯s the barest hint of Dark Magic involved. From what she saw with her Profane Sight, Cottontail¡¯s evolution bound the defeated Peter¡¯s soul to the hat as a familiar.¡± The Webling snuck up on us while we were whispering. Gabby doesn¡¯t seem to mind. ¡°Hmm, maybe that exins things. It¡¯s vanishingly rare for a monster to peacefully survive a Dark Magic encounter without being corrupted. That could¡¯ve influenced her evolution path.¡± ¡°Along with getting fucked by so many predators,¡± Megan reminds us. ¡°Yes, we can¡¯t forget that,¡± Gabby nods with schrly interest despite being one of said predators that fucked me. ¡°But, Gabby, then why did you call me the most evolved monster in the room if you¡¯re going to evolve tonight too?¡± ¡°Ah.¡± The Goblin Apprentice proceeds to step away from me, conjure a pile of vines she sets on fire with Ember Magic for a source of neutral light, then make a wall of Water Magic for a reflective surface. ¡°Magic-type evolutions tend to get their magic first, then their bodies evolve to catch up to the higher-tier baseline. Your magic is already third-tier.¡± I see what she means in the water mirror. My outfit has changedpletely¡­ and it¡¯s stunning. ¡°What is it?¡± I ask, breathless. Gabby points to various articles of clothing, starting just above my rabbit paws, ¡°Fis pantyhose, ck teddy, red underbust corset, white button up, red bowtie, ck tailcoat open at the front, and ck top hat.¡± Thankfully, the top hat has holes in the brim for my bunny ears. ¡°Spindle supposes less skin visible leaves more to the imagination. She thinks this outfit is even hotter than thest.¡± ¡°Wow,¡± Megan whispers, her eyes zed with desire. I have to agree with them. The fis pantyhose rising from my bunny feet leave my thighs and ass inly visible with how little the ck teddy covers. The tailcoat barely hides anything and serves more as a tease from certain angles; the split on the back is high enough to let my fluffy white tail poke through. The red underbust corset emphasizes my breasts, which have their cleavage exposed with the first few buttons of the white top left undone, leaving my red bowtie alone on my neck as a choker. ¡°My boobs arerger¡­¡± I lift my suddenly heavier breasts¡ªAlex would call them ¡®C-cups¡¯ on a human with my figure¡ªin my hands and ask Gabby with concern, ¡°Are they just going to keep getting bigger???¡± Spindle, Gabby, and Megan¡¯s eyes are glued to my jiggling breasts as I shake my rack in rm. Shrugging, Gabby replies, ¡°Not all evolutions do that, but Matron-type ones certainly do. Yours is atypical in many respects.¡± I¡¯ve gone from having no bust to proper bunny boobies in less than a day. This is going to take some getting used to, both mentally and physically. ¡°Alright, I¡¯ll admit I look the part, but I don¡¯t know any more magic than before! What am I supposed to do with this?¡± I ask while waving my hand to epass my new outfit. To my surprise, Gabby gives me a hug. It¡¯s a warm,forting, emotional hug rather than an excuse to press her face into my bust¡­ though that also happens. My erratic heart rate falls after a few seconds of physical constion. ¡°Cottontail, you may have a rough time while figuring that out. I give you my sympathies.¡± That¡¯s not nothinging from the Goblin Apprentice. Comparing a naked, untrained Gabby to the feats she disyed in today¡¯s battle while fully equipped with herbs and spells is like night and day. Gabby must¡¯ve had a bad time for years learning the basics of herb lore before meeting Alex, let along her journey to acquire her Apprentice Rod. ¡°Spindle would start with the hat. It appears to have potent magic,¡± the Webling suggests. I hold my top hat in one hand and, after bracing myself, reach inside. Instead of finding a rabbit this time, my fingers close on fabric. Withdrawing my arm brings with it a long scarf, bright blue by the firelight. Except, there¡¯s something tied to the other end of the scarf¡­ a red scarf? And there¡¯s a white scarf tied to the red one? And a green scarf tied to the white one? And a ck scarf tied to the green one? And a id scarf tied to the ck one? And a yellow scarf tied to the id one? And a purple scarf tied to the yellow one? And an orange scarf tied to the purple one? ¡°Someone make it stop!¡± I plead. A deep puddle of scarves pools at my feet. Spindle unties thest scarf in line before I finish pulling out, letting the fabric fall back into the hat¡¯s imprable dark interior. Apuse fills the Warren as all my kin p their hands in awe. They snuck up on me. ¡°Cottontail is amazing!¡± ¡°Cottontail leads the predators!¡± ¡°Cottontail will protect us!¡± The crowd starts working themselves up. Gabby and Spindle each sh me a thumbs up. Sighing deeply, I address my¡­ my people. ¡°Y-you were right b-before, the Warren isn¡¯t safe now. But! But, I have strong allies who can help m-me protect everyone. We¡¯re moving the Warren to under the hut in Fuzzy Field.¡± There¡¯s a moment of silence where I¡¯m not sure they¡¯ll listen to me. Then Chrissy pipes up, ¡°If Cottontail says there¡¯s somewhere safer than here, I¡¯m following her!¡± ¡°Hear, hear!!!¡± the rodent kin cheer. Gabby breaks into the cheering to start giving instructions. ¡°Alright, everyone, group up in front of me! Spindle and I will be weaving tarps from vines and spider thread to carry the Mole-men¡¯s bodies. We¡¯re taking them with us!¡± ¡­Despite being ¡®in charge,¡¯ I have no idea what we¡¯re doing. Announcement Next post is a Bonus Chapter ¨C A ¡®Bonus Chapter¡¯ here is defined as a canonical sex scene which may have character development but no plot-essential information. I¡¯m going to start moving some of the sex to Bonus Chapters to help binge readers catching up know they can skip over this if they want. It¡¯s also a good ce to put scenes with prizing fetishes, allowing people who don¡¯t care for the content to skip without feeling afraid they¡¯re missing important story details. Hopefully this is beneficial to the long-term sess of the fic. 94.5 Bonus Chapter! (Cottontail, R-18) 94.5 Bonus Chapter! (Cottontail, R-18) Spoiler Incest with Impregnation, Oyakodon, Spanking and Humiliation, Exhibitionism [copse] ¡°Gabby¡¯s n seems to be going well, whatever it is,¡± I say as we watch my kin at work. Bunny folk drag Mole-men bodies onto tarps of vines and spider thread held steady by mice. ¡°I think she wants to feed the Harpies with Mole meat, but that doesn¡¯t matter,¡± Megan says as she grabs my hand. ¡°Follow me.¡± My sister leads me away from the others to a deserted tunnel. We¡¯re alone. Megan pushes me against the wall. Her Pink Jellyfish dress falls, pooling at her feet where the slime evaporates to leave her as naked as a wild monster. She¡¯s a beautiful sight to behold. One I¡¯ve admired since childhood. At two and a half feet tall, Megan is a few heads shorter than me. She¡¯s a slender woman with modest breasts. In the dim and distant firelight, her tousled hair is yellow-blond, her eyes an emerald green, and her fur steel grey. Her mouse ears flick when my breath tickles them and her tail curls around my ankle. Her handsnd on my ass covered with fis pantyhose and the tufts of fur on her wrists delicately brush my skin. ¡°Even though we¡¯re siblings, we can finally be together like this now we have Alex¡¯s babies in our bellies.¡± ¡°Uh-um, M-Megan, w-what about Gale?¡± ¡°Cottontail, don¡¯t you remember? Gale¡¯s daughter, this little girl,¡± she touches her tummy, ¡°And the one in here,¡± she touches my tummy through my red underbust corset, ¡°Will all be full-blooded sisters with four mommas. Gale and I make love all the time, and we each give ourselves to Alex nightly, but when else am I ever getting you alone, Cottontail?¡± She rests her head on my belly and looks into my eyes through my (new) cleavage. ¡°You¡¯re going to be swimming in mouse and bunny pussy as soon as we get back to the Hut. If I want you all to myself just once, it has to be now.¡± Megan kneels between my rabbit feet and grips the crotch of my ck teddy. The mouse girl tears the fabric apart despite Peter¡¯s spade being unable to cut through. I must have a weakness for beautiful mice. My clitty and jewel purse falls into open air. ¡°Oh, I think you¡¯re a little bigger than before~¡± She¡¯s right, I must¡¯ve grown half an inch in length since yesterday. Megan shoves her face against my soft, bare flesh, rubbing her cheek against my stiffening member. Her hot breath on my prick is driving me wild. Emerald eyes gaze up at me. ¡°I love you, Cottontail. I¡¯ve always thought you were cute even before you were a girl. And I¡¯ve always wanted to do this.¡± She gently licks my marbles, then my shaft, and kisses my tip. Her saliva leaves wet threads between her lips and my sex. Megan¡¯s tongue peels back my foreskin and circles the ns beneath. Pressure builds inside me from her gentle caresses. Heat flows through my body in waves. My nipples harden, their sensitive tips wonderful agony rubbing against the fabric of my white top. ¡°Fffuck, Megan. I love you too. Always have. You¡¯re so pretty; I think I¡¯ve been jealous all this time.¡± Sheughs, and it¡¯s a throaty, raspyugh filled with carnal desire. ¡°Well, no need to be jealous anymore, you¡¯ve got me all to yourself for the moment.¡± Her lips spread to take my stiffy into her mouth. Her tongue and cheeks squeeze and massage my length. It¡¯s sweet heaven further elevated by those eyes glittering like gems while she watches me for signs of pleasure. ¡°Ahn!¡± I can¡¯t help giving her what she wants. Smiling around my clitty, Megan grabs the rear of my teddy and tears the fabric again. This time her hand slips inside my clothes to trace the curvature of my tender peach. She slides her fingers between my butt cheeks as she slides my member deeper between her mouth cheeks. Megan kisses my groin while taking in all of me as her digits find my rosebud. My ass is slick from ymate Anal Lubricant and opens easily at her touch. Two of her nimble fingers enter me and my back arches involuntarily, thrusting against the back of her throat. My handsnd on her yellow-blond hair for bnce. She pumps her fingers, ying me like an instrument as my hips move on their own. Fire and ice course through my veins in turn as the tips of her digits brush my hot button. ¡°M-Megan!¡± My sister pushes my button, rubbing the soft bean as she works her tongue on my clitty. The sensation is like having to pee while on the verge of climax. I can¡¯t control myself as I vulgarly fuck my little sister¡¯s mouth with my hands holding her head to my crotch. She presses my spot hard. ¡°Megan!!!¡± I thrust once again and salty cum dribbles from my tip onto her tongue. My clitty continues to leak for a while as the climax ravages my body from head to toe. My legs shake as she rubs circles around my hard button to extend my orgasm. Eventually, the spasms pass, and I go limp atop her, though my stiffy remains. Megan slips her fingers from my rosebud, eliciting another moan from my lips. She pulls her mouth off my length and spreads her lips to show me my cum before she swallows it down. Then she puts her fingers still slick with my rosebud¡¯s nectar in her mouth and her eyes widen. ¡°Fuck, it¡¯s sweet. You¡¯ve be such an erotic bunny since Alex started ying with you.¡± She grins at me hungrily. ¡°I¡¯m going to eat your ass tonight but, right now, I want you to fuck me.¡± She stands, puts her hands on the tunnel wall, and arches her back with her ass in the air, ready for mating. If my clitty wasn¡¯t hard before, it is now. ¡°Megan, I want you so bad!¡± I get behind her and align my tip with her dripping pussy. Her ass is a gorgeous heart shape and her tail loops around my neck. Megan¡¯s tail tightens on my throat as she begs ormands, I¡¯m not sure in this love-drunk haze, but I know she¡¯s desperate, ¡°Fuck me!¡± I push inside her with a moist p. ¡°Mmm!¡± It¡¯s too much, it¡¯s all too much, and I lose myself to pleasure. I start rutting her cunt with animalistic abandon. My thrusts are sharp, fast, and relentless. ¡°Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!¡± Megan starts to squeak as I pound bliss into her pussy. She lowers her head to rest on her crossed arms against the wall. I¡¯m fucking my little sister. I¡¯m screwing her pussy with my stiffy! ¡°Megan!!!¡± I call again as I cover her insides with my love. ¡°Yes! Cottontail!!!¡± I feel several jets of cum spurt through my shaft before I¡¯m spent. We stand there in the hallway, just breathing together while connected as two siblings shouldn¡¯t be. Our breaths calm, but my hardness doesn¡¯t fade. I have Bunny Stamina, and there¡¯s a beautiful woman in front of me. Megan isn¡¯t done either and starts thrusting back against me while I stand there. We pick up the pace again and get into a pleasant rhythm. I¡¯m happy being inside one of the people I love most. ¡°I thought I¡¯d find the two of you here.¡± ¡°¡°Mom?¡±¡± Megan and I say in unison. Lois, our dormouse mother, is practically at our side watching us screw like rabbits. Rather, like a rabbit and a mouse. ¡°I-I-it¡¯s not what it looks like!¡± I tantly lie with my stiffy in my sister¡¯s honeypot. Megan gives me the side-eye for trying to fool Mom with the evidence on disy. I half expected to lose my erection after being caught, but I¡¯m still at full mast. Megan doesn¡¯t stop railing herself on me either. In fact, she¡¯s going harder; sweating and panting as Mom watches. I think she¡¯s getting close¡­ Megan¡¯s honey tunnel clenches on me like a vice as she rams her butt onto my length. ¡°Mom, I can¡¯t hold back, I¡¯m sorry, your daughter is a peerrrvvveeerrrttt!¡± she screams as she climaxes again. I can¡¯t hold back either when Megan feels so incredible on me! Grabbing my little sister¡¯s ass, I pound her against the wall. I¡¯m so d my bitty clitty is enough to please her, though I know Alex says she enjoys it when I¡¯m the ¡®daddy,¡¯ it¡¯s reassuring as well as satisfying to give one of the three girls I love most a loud orgasm. Forgetting who¡¯s watching for a moment, I fill Megan with another batch of my seed. ¡°Ahhhnnn!!!¡± Then I ashamedly look up at my mother, who is a lot less shocked than I expected. ¡°Oh, please. Peter has been fucking his daughters for generations, capturing weakened monsters to breed whenever the Warren¡¯s blood runs thin. Impregnating your sister isn¡¯t going to bring ruin down on our heads.¡± That¡¯s a load off my shoulders. Megan is so relieved she starts bouncing on my member again. ¡°So, Mom, why are you here, then? It¡¯s kind of embarrassing¡ª¡± ¡°¡ªAnd hot,¡± Megan adds while redoubling her pace. ¡°Um, and hot, I guess, getting caught like this. Plus, Megan-is-already-pregnant-and-so-am-I. Eep!¡± ¡°That¡¯s wonderful news, sweeties!¡± Lois ps her hands together in celebration. ¡°I actually came to make sure Cottontail could do her job as the new head of the Warren.¡± ¡°I thought my job was protecting everyone?¡± ¡°Yes, that¡¯s important too. But, primarily, the leader of the Warren¡¯s responsibility is making sure we maintain our poption. Peter was rather aggressive in that duty, but at least we were in no danger of dying out¡­ at least, until that dreadful turn at the end.¡± That¡¯s an understatement. ¡°M-maintain our p-p-poption?¡± ¡°Why, yes, of course! It¡¯s the duty of the strongest and the fittest to pass their traits to the next generation.¡± ¡°Cottontail¡¯s doing a good job of that already, Mom. She¡¯s got three daughters in the making!¡± Megan proudly announces while pounding her rear against my crotch. ¡°Oh, there you are! I¡¯ve been looking all over for you, Cottontail,¡± Chrissy, the angora bunny girl with super fluffy fur on her arms, legs, ears, and neck says. ¡°I hope I¡¯m not toote to join the fun? Hey, Megan. Mrs. Lois.¡± ¡°H-hi, Chris,¡± I say feeling somewhat ufortable greeting someone while fucking my sister. Not to mention our history¡­ ¡°So, Cottontail, we¡¯re friends, right?¡± !?! Chrissy continues, not noticing my internal plight. ¡°You¡¯re going to be busy with that human, Alex, yeah? You don¡¯t have time to worry about Warren stuff. What you need is a good #2 to help keep them in line.¡± ¡°N-number¡­?¡± ¡°I-I¡¯m going to be Cottontail¡¯s #2!¡± Megan states while ring at Chrissy and shaking her ass on my clitty. When she says that, I can¡¯t help thinking she means ¡®#2 after Alex in her heart.¡¯ ¡°I used to be Peter¡¯s #2, you know,¡± Lois says with a wistful tone. ¡°Traditionally,¡± Chrissy says, ¡°That title goes to the bitch who has the most kits by the Warren¡¯s head.¡± The bunny girl looks down on the two mice monsters (literally, having a good twelve inches on them), ¡°And you know what they say about bunnies and breeding.¡± Megan bristles, mming herself even harder onto me. ¡°Well, then, at least I¡¯ve got a good head start. Cottontail¡¯s little one is growing inside me as we speak!¡± ¡°Well, your timing is perfect, Chris. I was about to pull some volunteers to make sure my daughter is being properly bred.¡± ¡°Mooommm!¡± ¡°I¡¯m ready to do my duty, ma¡¯am!¡± Chrissy says. ¡°Megan, be a dear and let the other girl have some of Cottontail¡¯s seed. I know I taught you to share!¡± *Sigh* ¡°Well, there goes my ¡®alone time¡¯ with Cottontail.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t have to go anywhere, Megan. They at least have to let you finish,¡± I object. ¡°It¡¯s alright, Cottontail,¡± Megan says with a hand between her legs fingering her clit as she grinds her sex against mine in another shuddering climax. Then she straightens, unsheathing my length. ¡°You can make it up to me by fucking me in front of the whole Warren next time. Also, I know I¡¯m getting more of you tonight when Alexes home.¡± She says thatst part while narrowing her eyes at the angora bunny girl. Chrissy shrugs, ignoring the jab. ¡°Well, Cottontail, ready for me to show you a good time?¡± ¡°I thought you and Stew were a thing¡­?¡± ¡°Me and Stew? No; I mean, we fucked all the time, sure, but it¡¯s not like there¡¯s much else to do down here. It¡¯s sad what happened but, like he used to say, ¡®People live until they die, that¡¯s how it goes.¡¯ Besides, you know if he were still around, he¡¯d be trying to butt ahead of me in line asking you to breed his ass first!¡± I guess she¡¯s right about that. ¡°Chrissy, isn¡¯t it a little weird, you asking me to have sex when you used to, um, you know, bully me?¡± Oh, wow, she still looms over me by a few inches. ¡°You still remember that from a long time ago? Come on, the past is the past!¡± Easy for you to say after chasing me down and sitting on my face when we were kids! I think she gave me aplex for being hunted¡­ ¡°Tell you what, I¡¯ll make it up to you. Bully my pussy all you want!¡± She turns and spreads her butt cheeks with one hand, showing her gaping honey tunnel entrance dripping with desire underneath a tight pucker and an extra fluffy white powderpuff tail. ¡°Smack my ass, tell me I¡¯m your bitch, pound me till my legs buckle, you name it!¡± Megan ps her ass so hard it echoes in the tunnel. ¡°Ahn!¡± ¡°Cottontail,¡± Megan says, ¡°You need to fuck this bully and show her who¡¯s boss!¡± Who am I to argue, really? My stiffy is being the most honest part of me right now. Maybe fucking my childhood bully is what it takes to get me past that trauma? Aligning myself, I slide into Chrissy like butter. A few thrusts to warm upter, and I¡¯m off to the races. I may have bunny stamina, but it always takes more effort to cum again after the first few times. This¡¯ll take a bit of doing. *Smack!* ¡°Ahn!¡± ¡°That¡¯s for bullying my big sis!¡± I guess Megan has decided to do the bullying this time¡­ *Smack!* ¡°Ahhn!!¡± ¡°That¡¯s for acting like such a slut!¡± I sink my fingers into the plush ass in front of me and thrust faster. *Smack!* ¡°Aaahhhnnn!!!¡± ¡°That¡¯s for not making Cottontail cum yet! Squeeze that cunt harder!¡± Chrissy climaxes violently on my clitty, moaning and trembling all over as she presses her face against the tunnel wall. Her pussy throbs and clenches at me until I climax. ¡°I¡¯m cumming, Megan!¡± I squirt my load deep inside Chrissy and I can almost feel the moment my seed kindles life in her belly. *Smack!* ¡°Ahn!¡± ¡°Do more of the work next time if you¡¯re going to be my big sister¡¯s cocksleeve from now on!¡± ¡°Fffuck, I think I¡¯m gonna piss myself, that was so good!¡± Chrissy cries. *Smack!* ¡°Ahn!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t you dare get Cottontail dirty, slut!¡± Chrissy slides off my length to copse on the floor while she rides out the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her body twitches involuntarily. ¡°Megan, I think you broke her¡­¡± ¡°If anyone broke her, it was definitely my big sis¡¯s hot rod!¡± Megan asserts with perfect confidence. ¡°Well, that¡¯s one down, and dozens more wombs to fill,¡± Lois says. ¡°Actually, I happen to have a vacancy myself¡­¡± The dormouse MILF puts her hands on the wall, arches her back, and lifts her furry tail to present her curvaceous yet tiny peach. ¡°Be a dear?¡± ¡°Not you too, Mom?¡± ¡°Just close your eyes and think of that human girl you¡¯re sweet on.¡± ¡°T-that¡¯s not the problem, Mom.¡± Despite being a middle-aged woman, she¡¯s a beautiful dormouse with wide hips and a rtivelyrge bust. ¡°My pussy is a bit loose from taking Peter so often, so use my ass if you need to; just finish in here,¡± she says, spreading her pussy lips.Ladonyx doesn¡¯t endorse going ass-to-pussy IRL. Please be considerate of your partner and clean your tool between prations or change condoms! Even without a warmup, her entrance is gaping with her cervix fully visible. I wipe the drool from my mouth. ¡°B-but, but!¡± ¡°Cottontail, look at me,¡± Megan says while grabbing my face, ¡°You¡¯re the new head of the Warren. If you don¡¯t take on Peter¡¯s responsibilities, including breeding, they¡¯ll think you¡¯re weak. They¡¯ll lose faith in you! You need to be strong for everyone, now. So, I¡¯m going to need you to suck it up and put a baby in that belly even if she¡¯s our mother!¡± ¡°For the Warren?¡± ¡°For the Warren.¡± That¡¯s right. Everyone¡¯s counting on me! I can¡¯t let them down! ¡°Sorry about this, Mom!¡± I step up behind her and thrust my cum and pussy-juice soaked stiffy in her bum-hole. All that lubrication helps me slide through her rosebud in a single stroke. ¡°Ahhh! That¡¯s it, sweetie! Show me how much you¡¯ve grown!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Mom, Cottontail is really good at this!¡± I am? Mom¡¯s ass feels so good on my clitty I forget that I stuck it in this hole by mistake¡ªI wanted to get this over with quickly and wasn¡¯t thinking! But this tight pucker squeezing the base of my stiffy while my tip delves into an ocean of warm softness¡­ ¡°Mmm ahhhn! Mom, your butt is nice!¡± My hips are moving on their own as my hands fall naturally into ce on her love handles. ¡°Mmmhmm, I¡¯m d you like it. You¡¯re so much gentler than your father. He could hardly get off without making me scream, but this is wonderful. I think I could even finish like this!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Mom, I¡¯ll make sure your first time with Cottontail is amazing!¡± Megan crawls beneath us and takes Lois¡¯s pussy in her mouth while I rail our mother¡¯s ass. ¡°Ooohhh! Megan! When did you get so talented with your tongue?¡± I don¡¯t say little sis may have had to learn that skill to survive on Harpy Mountain¡­ My climax draws close, and I grip Mom¡¯s waist tight as I pound her pucker. ¡°Cottontail, Megan, what did I do to deserve such great daughters? Ahhhnnn!!!¡± Lois squirts her release into Megan¡¯s open mouth, and my sister pushes me back before I can cum in Mom¡¯s bum. ¡°Let me clean you off first, Cottontail,¡± Megan says, taking my stiffy in her mouth. ¡°Such a dutiful daughter, and a loving sister!¡± Lois exims. She bathes my member with her hot tongue before releasing me to align my tip with Mom¡¯s gaping cunt. I push inside without resistance. It¡¯s a fascinating experience having the texture of pussy without the grip I¡¯m ustomed to. I wouldn¡¯t even say it¡¯s necessarily a bad thing. It does mean I have to fuck her twice as hard and fast to reach climax. *p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p!* ¡°C-C-Cottontail! Ahh! Ahhh!! Aaahhhnnn!!!¡± I creampie my own mother as she shudders inpletion. Lois pops her pussy off me and slides to the ground beside Chrissy where the two of them slowly recover. Megan happily cleans me off again with her mouth. Breathing heavily, I stand there having seeded in both my duty to the Warren and in satisfying three women. As far as I¡¯m concerned, it¡¯s an aplishment worth celebrating. ¡°Ahem!¡± a voicees from down the hall. To my shock and dismay, I see a line forming. Both mice and bunny girls are queueing around the corner with the expectation of going a round with me! Upon closer inspection, I see boy mice and bunnies in line too! ¡°B-but you boys can¡¯t even get pregnant!¡± Without Alex, that is¡­ ¡°They want to show their deference to the leader of the Warren by offering themselves to your pleasure,¡± Gabby says as she strides over. ¡°But that¡¯ll have to wait. When everyone started disappearing instead of helping me move the Mole-men bodies, I figured it was something like this. I¡¯ve got no problem with this as long as it happens back at my Hut so we don¡¯t dy Alex any further!¡± My kin all scramble to resume preparations to move except for Megan and I. When they¡¯re all gone back to the hub, the Goblin girl drops her stoic mask. ¡°So, did it work?¡± ¡°Gabby!!!¡± Megan fusses. ¡°Did what work?¡± I ask. My little sister turns to me all teary-eyed. ¡°Oh, Cottontail! I swear I was telling the truth! I just wanted to get some alone time with you, honest!¡± ¡°There just so happened to be a side benefit. That is, if it worked,¡± Gabby bbors the point and Megan turns to re in frustration at the Goblin girl. ¡°I don¡¯t understand,¡± I say. *Sigh.* ¡°It did work. I¡¯m tired and hungry like my body is ready to evolve.¡± Gabby is ted by the news. ¡°Three third-tier encounters, the Harpy Matron, Peter, and then Cottontail. Those along with your pregnancy just scrape by to qualify. I wasn¡¯t sure it¡¯d be enough since a true ¡®encounter,¡¯ even if it¡¯s just sex, must have something at stake, but here we are.¡± ¡°It¡¯s probably just Mouse Matron, though¡­¡± ¡°Regardless, an evolution is nothing to scoff at.¡± ¡°It¡¯s a dead-end, though, right?¡± Ah. I think I¡¯m starting to understand why Megan doesn¡¯t look happy. ¡°Correct. Unless you¡¯re a Goblin, the only way forward after reaching Matron is Matriarch. Then, that¡¯s it.¡± ¡°And those are the weakest of the third-tier and fourth-tier monsters.¡± ¡°Probably, yes. A mouse Matron should be the weakest of their tierpared against all monsters.¡± ¡°And there¡¯s nothing after Matriarch? No mouse royalty?¡± ¡°Right. There¡¯s a Rat King evolution, but it¡¯s obviously on a different path. The Matron/Patron line is familial-type anyway, not leadership type.¡± ¡°So, if I don¡¯t want to hit a dead-end, I¡¯d have to find some way to evolve out of this path today.¡± Gabby nods. Yeah, that seems impossible. We were lucky to all survive the battle with Peter. Megan takes a deep breath and lets it out. ¡°Okay.¡± We have a moment of contemtive silence, followed by Gabby being unable to contain herself with regard to a certain topic, ¡°It¡¯d sure be something if we could mass-produce Matron or Patron mice and bunnies! Unfortunately, they¡¯ve never been documented gathering together. I have a theory that Matron/Patron types secrete a pheromone that inhibits other monsters in the area from evolving along that same path.¡± As Gabby continues to chat about her research hobby, I take Megan¡¯s hand to reassure her it won¡¯t be so bad as long as we¡¯re together. ¡°Let¡¯s go find Alex.¡± 95. Final Preparations for Charlatan Forest, Part 1 (R-18) 95. Final Preparations for Chatan Forest, Part 1 (R-18) ¡°Megan!!!¡± Gale shrieks in joy as she pounces on her tiny wife. ¡°Eep!¡± Megan quickly rxes in the embrace of her much taller Harpy lover but can¡¯t help releasing a squeak of prey-fear when feathered wings momentarily cloak her in shadow. ¡°I was so scared when Flou said you guys had to fight, but you won, so it¡¯s all fine! Hurray!¡± Gale showers kisses on the doll-like figure of the mouse girl cradled in her wings. Megan squirms and writhes in her wife¡¯s grasp as she¡¯s tickled and fondled. The heart-warming sight fortifies the caravan of Fuzzy folk enough to prevent them from scattering when a flight of Harpiesnds in a circle around them, surrounding the vulnerable prey monsters stranded on the surface as I run to catch up. Bunnies and mice cower before their natural enemy, most trying in vain to squeeze into Cottontail¡¯s diminutive shadow. ¡°Oh. My. God Beast. Cottontail, what happened to you!?!¡± The former ymate Bunny¡¯s outfit has changed significantly while retaining some of its core features, like the teddy beneath her underbust corset and button-up. The tailcoat is equal parts cute, cool, and sexy on her. Somehow, I get the feeling she¡¯s meant to look less like a piece of meat on disy, and more like an aplished performer. I think it¡¯s the hat. Hats are totally a power symbol. ¡°This is amazing!¡± ¡°Cottontail continues to defy expectations and chart new ground for schrs of monster evolution. You should be proud, Alex,¡± Gabby says as she steps into view. ¡°I am!¡± And I really am. I give both Gabby and Cottontail reunion hugs and congrattion kisses. ¡°So, you¡¯re both evolving tonight?¡± I heard some of what happened from my Flou-phone. Gabby puffs up her chest in pride, jostling her ample bosom, and Cottontail blushes from the praise. ¡°Correct. Cottontail willplete her transition to third-tier, and I¡¯ll be a Goblin Matron. That won¡¯t stop me from also bing a Goblin Herbalist as well if we can find a Mandragora.¡± ¡°Cool, cool.¡± I don¡¯t exactly understand how all this will affect our chances in battle against the Wolf Lord and Ogre General, but I know it¡¯s definitely a good thing. Pink Slime swells Megan¡¯s belly and erupts from her quim as some watch in shock. Olindia manifests in full-dress regalia and strides over to me while the mouse girl twitches from what appears to be a small instant orgasm. ¡°I¡¯m back with everyone fully intact and healthy.¡± Olindia shimmies and shifts as if ufortable in the naked air. ¡°Can I please, pleasee home, Alex? It¡¯s not bad in Megan or anything, and I kind of like the coziness and cleaning Cottontail¡¯s cum.¡± I raise an eyebrow at the miscreant in question who evidently had sex while on a mission. Cottontail blushes hot and tries to squirm out from beneath my stare. ¡°But it just doesn¡¯t feel right unless it¡¯s, like, you. You know?¡± I¡¯m oddly touched by the sentiment and pat Olindia¡¯s slime hair. ¡°You did good keeping them safe. I¡¯m proud of you, too. Look forward to taking your pick of the monsters in my entourage tonight.¡± Olindia¡¯s anxious expression melts into a wobbly, drooly, dreamy smile. ¡°Heh, heh, heh, so many cute boys¡­¡± Then she snaps out of it, turning serious and dour. ¡°I used both of my healing magic spells, though. I¡¯m tired and feeling useless.¡± ¡°But you can still fight?¡± ¡°A little, yeah.¡± ¡°Alex, I saw her healing in action. I think I can try to copy it, but the spell feels different from the magic I¡¯m used to¡­¡± Gabby seems contemtive. ¡°I may not be able to do it more than once daily.¡± ¡°Well, that¡¯s great news! I¡¯ve got a use of Pink Slime Restoration too so we should be good with two uses in the bank.¡± I pat my belly. ¡°Come on home.¡± The Large Pink Jellyfish Slime shlorps into a liquid stream that flows up into my hoo-ha, giving me the piss shivers. My belly gets momentarily distended before calming down. ¡°Meat!¡± the Yellow warbler Harpy says. Thankfully, he¡¯s not looking at the Fuzzy folk, but the dead Mole-men they dragged here on tarps of vine and spider silk. ¡°Meat!!¡± the Bluejay Harpy agrees. ¡°Meat!!!¡± the Red cardinal Harpy announces as the flight of bird folk converges on the first of the monster bodies. It quickly bes a gruesome sight and the Fuzzy folk funnel away from the feeding frenzy and over to Cottontail and me. Monal and Rosie stay at my side since I filled their bellies with magically nutritious milk earlier. The Fuzzy folk continue eyeing their saviors/captors? with concern that they haven¡¯tpletely left the menu yet. ¡°Hey!¡± I say, grabbing the Harpies¡¯ attention. They haven¡¯t lost their senses to starvation yet and look up at me when I call. ¡°Blue, after you fill your belly, return to Aello and let her know I have an advance on dinner for the Mountain.¡± These Mole-man corpses should put a dent in what I owe the mouths I have to feed. The bluejay boy with congealed blood on his face looks around as if wondering who I¡¯m talking to before realizing I mean him. ¡°M-Mistress, my name is¡ª¡± ¡°¡ªIt¡¯s your new nickname. Go.¡± I don¡¯t need toplicate things when I already have effective nicknames for the Harpy boys. With a shrug, he flies off a minuteter. ¡°Monal, Rosie,¡± Gale addresses her fellow Harpies with a tense mouse held in her wings, ¡°This is my precious wife, Megan, whom I love very much. She is not food! She gets all the kisses! Understand?¡± ¡°¡°Yes, Mistress Gale,¡±¡± they say in unison. ¡°Great! Now, Megan has been a good girl, so show her that tongue thing Gale liked so much!¡± ¡°With pleasure,¡± Rosie the ebony-skinned mingo girl says with a hungry, sharp-toothed grin. ¡°Indeed,¡± Monal the colorful pheasant girl agrees with her own sharky smile. Gale gives a panic-stricken Megan over to her subordinates, who proceed to hold the mouse girl aloft between them while performing an ¡®indirect kiss¡¯ of simultaneous anilingus and cunnilingus. ¡°Ah! Ahhhn! Fffuuuck!¡± Megan throws her head back, moaning and cursing as her tail encircles Monal¡¯s throat and her fingers grip Rosie¡¯s pink cornrows for bnce. ¡°Enjoy your reward!¡± Gale beams at the scene with pure-hearted pride for her lover in her eyes. Many Fuzzy folk watch the scene with obvious envy. A few of the naked mice and bunnies even start rubbing themselves, and not a single prick in the crowd is limp. Maybe Gale can change how the mice and bunny kin see Harpies? I suppose that depends on how receptive well-fed Harpies are to treating their former prey as partners from now on. ¡°Ahh, dinner and a show,¡± Spindle says as she politely dabs at the blood on her glossy indigo lips with a purple napkin woven from Dark Magic. ¡°Though Spindle supposes this is technically brunch.¡± Shit, that¡¯s right. Need to keep moving along. ¡°Gabby, would you mind weing our guests? It is your hut.¡± My Goblin wife nods graciously and addresses the assembled Fuzzy folk. ¡°My home is Alex¡¯s, and now it is yours. Feel free to dig to your heart¡¯s content¡­ mind avoiding the garden and the flower beds, please. And don¡¯t undermine the hut¡¯s foundations. Or upset the wolfsbane roots. Also, please keep your excrement away from the well. Keep in mind most predators Alex brings home are friendly and eager for a tumble. The Harpies are safe now as long as you don¡¯t antagonize them. Stay away from Gobbo¡¯s and Wolves, though, unless one of us clears them; they¡¯re still dangerous.¡± I p my hands. ¡°Have at it!¡± Interestingly, the Fuzzy folk look to Cottontail before making a move. ¡°Mmm? O-Oh! I trust Miss Gabby and Mistress Alex with my life. Follow Miss Gabby¡¯s rules and this ce should be a safe new Warren for us.¡± Having seen how the folk reacted to Gale and Megan¡¯s interactions, I pick up Cottontail and ce her on my arm to put her face even with mine. Cottontail happily returns my kiss and throws her arms around my neck as I lean in. With our affection on disy, the Fuzzy folk are suddenly much morefortable hopping to Gabby¡¯s instruction. Mice scatter to forage for tender stems and sweet roots in the field while bunnies begin digging their tunnels under Gabby¡¯s hut. Flou2 shows Lois and Chris the well out back where they start drawing water for thirsty Fuzzy kin. It¡¯s a profound change in atmosphere having so many monsters at work. It no longer feels like just me and my harem living here; it¡¯s bing something more. ¡°Gabby, Cottontail, Spindle, there¡¯s someone inside I¡¯d like to introduce.¡± Mypanions and I enter the hut where I left Jonny, Brenda, and Bonny. ¡°Jonny is my first boyfriend, and these are his first two harem wives.¡± At first, they¡¯re a bit taken aback by my human boyfriend and his burgeoning harem. But Jonny is one smooth customer not to be underestimated. ¡°Alex, you didn¡¯t tell me your wives were this beautiful!¡± He goes down on a knee before Gabby and takes her hand to kiss her knuckles. ¡°I¡¯ve never met such a curvaceous Goblin in my life. You honor me with your voluptuous presence, head-wife.¡± Gabby adjusts her spectacles and rakes herrge yellow eyes across his naked form while licking her lips. ¡°He sure knows how topliment a Goblin.¡± Yeah, he was top of the ss in Seducing Monsters 101. Next, he kisses Cottontail¡¯s hand. ¡°I doubt there¡¯s ever been a more resplendently dressed bunny. You¡¯re such a delight to the eye, I can hardly tear my gaze away.¡± I remember Jonny¡¯s assertion that he isn¡¯t bi and whisper in his ear, ¡°Just so there¡¯s no hard feelingster, she doesn¡¯t have a vagina.¡± Jonny remains unfazed. ¡°If she¡¯s this cute, what¡¯s there toin about?¡± Ah, that clears up his sexuality for me a bit. Cottontail blushes hot under his touch and gaze. Gabby throws her robes aside, obviously a bit affected by his human pheromones, revealing a Twisted rod growing between her legs. ¡°Then you have no objection to these?¡± the Goblin girl asks as Spindle simrly everts her Webling ovipositor. Smiling, Jonny eyes their phalluses and demurs, ¡°I¡¯d love to fully pleasure such beautiful women, but I¡¯m saving my anal virginity for my first be-dicked monster girl wife. Feel free to use my mouth until then.¡± His deferment seems to only inme the predator monsters¡¯ desires, but they don¡¯t pounce on him¡­ yet. Spindle¡¯s ovipositor reluctantly slips back inside her abdomen. Gabby seems to be debating whether to jack herself off now she¡¯s hot and bothered with her dick out or wait to take him up on that oral offer. Lastly, Jonny turns to address the Wicked Weaver herself. ¡°I beg your forgiveness for not starting with you, Miss Spindle, but I needed a minute topose myself after seeing your imposing figure in person. I¡¯ve never seen a more fearsome monster in my life.¡± ¡°Ooh, tterer,¡± Spindle coos while fanning herself with a hand. Sighing with relief that the introductions went well, I gesture to the Stone Slime, who bows, ¡°This is Brenda, an acquaintance of mine from a few days ago. Kind of a Flou-situation there.¡± ¡°You simply must give me all the details¡­ter, I suppose,¡± Gabby allows. ¡°Alex rescued me twice. I¡¯ll happily do what little I can to assist and serve her wives.¡± Then I turn to make thest introduction¡ª ¡°C-Cottontail!?!¡± ¡°B-Bonny?¡± Cottontail says, having finally noticed her in the room after adjusting to the intoxicating scent of a human male. Then she darts forward to grab the bigear mouse in a crushing hug. ¡°I¡¯m so happy you¡¯re safe!¡± ¡°Thanks? I honestly wasn¡¯t expecting such a warm reunion since I¡¯m friends with Chrissy¡­¡± ¡°No, it¡¯s fine. Chrissy and I¡­ made up. After everything that¡¯s happened, I get excited whenever I find another of us that survived. Listen, I¡¯ve got bad news.¡± Cottontail grabs Bonny by the shoulders. ¡°Stewie¡¯s gone.¡± Oh, shit. I hadn¡¯t heard that part. I didn''t know him well, but, still. ¡°Stew is¡­ dead?¡± Bonny wavers, distraught, as her eyes moisten. Cottontail lets the bigear mouse girl lean on her. ¡°I know I shouldn¡¯t cry; it¡¯s like he always said, ¡®People live until they die.¡¯ But this sucks. First, Megan, and now¡ª¡± ¡°Megan is outside!¡± ¡°She¡¯s okay? Thank God Beast.¡± ¡°I¡¯d like to meet another friend of Bonny¡¯s,¡± Jonny says, interested. ¡°Megan is, ahem, ¡®preupied¡¯ at the moment. We¡¯ll do a thorough introduction of everyone after missions are over today. What¡¯s pressing is that I need both of your marks,¡± I eye Cottontail and Brenda meaningfully, ¡°Before leaving.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Jonny nods, ¡°You were exining on our way here about that. Brenda, is it alright if Alex has sex with you?¡± ¡°I¡¯d love to provide a full romantic experience, Brenda, but it needs to be a quicky since I¡¯m on the clock, so to speak.¡± The Stone Slime rubs the back of her head and says, ¡°I hate to make a request after making a point of how much I¡¯m indebted to you¡­¡± ¡°No! Please, I insist, how can I make this more ptable?¡± Not that I owe Brenda anything, but she¡¯s an innocent and a fellow (former) human. I¡¯ll do everything in my power to please her. ¡°Um, I¡¯m no virgin by a mile,¡± she begins. Well, yeah, we met as fellow ¡®hood ornaments¡¯ in a battle between the Wolf Lord and Bruke. ¡°But Jonny is the first person I¡¯ve f-fallen in love with.¡± The young man holds her hand. ¡°I want my first time in this body to be with him.¡± ¡°Oh, sure,¡± I wave my hand in easy acquiescence, ¡°I can fuck Cottontail first while you two have fun, then switch?¡± Cottontail goes cherry red as Jonny waggles his eyebrows at her. ¡°Sounds like a n.¡± 95.5 Bonus Chapter! (R-18) 95.5 Bonus Chapter! (R-18) ¡°Oh, sure,¡± I wave my hand in easy acquiescence, ¡°I can fuck Cottontail first while you two have fun, then switch?¡± Cottontail goes cherry red as Jonny waggles his eyebrows at her. ¡°Sounds like a n.¡± My handnds on the bunny girl¡¯s shoulder as I turn her chin up towards me. I like seeing chemistry in my harem, but I don¡¯t want her thinking about anyone else while I¡¯m inside her. A kiss on those soft lips returns her mind to the moment and her focus to me. Brenda and Jonny share a kiss as well; I can see her lips are truly as hard as her body appears, but the young man doesn¡¯t let that stop him. He runs his hands along her firm curves and cups her statuesque breasts that are no less perfect for being stone rather than soft marshmallows. After breaking their kiss with a smile, sheys on the hut¡¯s floor with her ass raised in invitation. Jonny kneels behind her and explores her lovely, if rock-hard, buttocks with his hands. He attempts to loosen her entrance with a finger in preparation for pration, but his efforts are frustrated by a literal stone wall. ¡°Dry as a bone,¡± Gabby observes, inches away from both Jonny¡¯s face and Brenda¡¯s pussy. Makes sense for what amounts to a living rock monster. ¡°Mind if I assist?¡± ¡°Certainly,¡± Jonny allows. ¡°I¡¯m sorry to be such a hassle,¡± Brenda starts to say. ¡°Never!¡± Jonny objects, ¡°You¡¯re worth a hundred times the struggle, and besides, this isn¡¯t a big deal.¡± Gabby grabs the rod between her legs and waves it in an intricate pattern that stirs the ambient blue leyline threads. Kani¡¯s magical Slippery Foam squirts from the tip onto Brenda¡¯s bottom. ¡°It¡¯s not a ¡®big deal¡¯ because I¡¯m here. You can thank meter,¡± she winks at him. ¡°And you as well,¡± she says to the Stone Slime. When Jonny tries his finger again, it slips inside Brenda¡¯s feminine tunnel with only a bit of initial resistance. Then he¡¯s pumping her pussy with a digit to get her warmed up while caressing her buttocks with his other hand. ¡°Mmm, that¡¯s nice, Jonny.¡± Brenda arches her spine as the young man crawls forward on his knees, cock in hand, and aligns his tip with her cunt. She leans back against his thighs as he presses his ns into her entrance. Judging by his expression, she¡¯s incredibly tight, and getting caught between a rock and a hard ce is bing increasingly ufortable¡ªuntil he pops inside with a gasp of relief and pleasure. Jonny grabs his lover by the hips and starts thrusting. ¡°Fuck, yesss!¡± Brenda hisses and ws at the floor while getting properly pounded by a real man for possibly the first time in her life. I¡¯m a little jealous of each of them, but not too jealous while I have such a delicious lover in my arms. Unable to contain myself, I grab Cottontail¡¯s shirt and pull, popping three buttons down to the underbust corset, revealing her swollen bunny boobies for fondling while we deepen our kiss. My curious fingers find a hidden zipper on Cottontail¡¯s teddy thatpletely detaches the bottoms, leaving only her fis pantyhose keeping me from fulfilling my desire. I take a minute to admire the soft weight of her clitty and cute purse bulging through the ultrathin fabric before ripping it apart toy bare her sex. ¡°Do me like her,¡± Cottontail instructs, breathless with need. We look over as Jonny lovingly smashes his cock deep into Brenda with a steady, thumping rhythm. Her cries of pleasure echo through the hut and must be audible for a hundred feet outside. ¡°Any issue with a threesome?¡± Gabby suggests while lying on the floor with her rod suggestively at full mast. ¡°No, but we¡¯re not turning this into an orgy!¡± This is just a necessary break. ¡°Keep telling yourself that, Vermillion,¡± Spindle says to me beforeying a hand on Jonny¡¯s shoulder. ¡°No rear ess at all?¡± The libertarian young man acquiesces somewhat between thrusts. ¡°Tongues are okay, and no more than two fingers.¡± ¡°Excellent choice.¡± Spindle anchors a thread to the ceiling and reverses herself to hang from the string upside down. From there, she¡¯s able to grab Jonny¡¯s humping bum in a pair of hands and go to town on his ass and balls with her mouth. Her second pair of hands run across his body and rub his well-defined abs. This spurs Jonny into even wilder thrusts that have Brenda moaning as her mind melts. At Gabby¡¯s request, I straddle her cock and slip her rod into my honey tunnel while I slide down her length to sit on her crotch. My bikini top and panties shift as Flou3 creates openings for my sex and tiny mouths to stimte my nipples and ass. Then I grab Cottontail by the waist and position her butt before me. Natural lubricant with a sweet fragrance glistens on her rosebud. My member¡¯s tip enters her silken interior with the barest resistance before popping inside. Somehow, she feels even better on me than ever. The ring of her anus still grips my root tight, but I feel muscles deeper inside contracting on my length like her pucker is halfway transformed into a pussy. ¡°Damn, Cottontail, are you sure you aren¡¯t evolving into the perfect sex toy?¡± ¡°For you, Alex, I might. Keep fucking me like that¡­ Ahn!¡± Every movement of my hips alternates driving me into Cottontail, then onto Gabby¡¯s rod, then harder into Cottontail, then deeper onto Gabby. Every movement stokes the fires hotter in my core. ¡°Yes, Alex, just like that,¡± Gabby sighs contentedly as I move atop her. She wraps her arms around Cottontail¡¯s head and smothers the bunny girl in her proportionally huge bosom. Cottontail appears to be drowning in the Goblin girl¡¯s soft pillows, her hands searching for purchase one moment and then going limp as I shoot another spike of pleasure through her core. ¡°Mmm, ahhhn!¡± Bonnyes along looking to see where she fits into the orgy quicky. She gets on her side and slides her head between Cottontail and Gabby to find the bunny girl¡¯s clitty and purse. While she can¡¯t fit everything in her mouth, judging Cottontail¡¯s arching spine, frantic movements, and clenching sphincter, Bonny is doing an admirable job with her lips and tongue. Looking over, I see Spindle with a finger in Jonny¡¯s rear stimting his prostate as he finishes himself humping Brenda¡¯s shapely mountainside. I could go for longer, but then we¡¯d be fucking in the cabin all day. nting my feet and gripping Cottontail tight by the waist, I fuck her and myself on Gabby¡¯s rod with increasingly fast rolls of my hips that make her powderpuff tail bounce. The Goblin girl grabs a fistful of Cottontail¡¯s short strawberry blond hair as she cums inside me. I climax an instantter with Flou¡¯s perverted clothing licking my ass as I stuff Cottontail¡¯s backdoor with cream filling. ¡°Aleeexxx!!!¡± *Performed with the Showbunny Stage Magician ¨C One Fuzzy Mark!* Cottontail sure made my cock disappear! Ahem, I¡¯ll consolidate her markster. Bonny slides out from between bunny and Goblin with a mouthful of Cottontail¡¯s seed which she shows off before swallowing. The burning feeling on my tummy tells me it¡¯s time for another minigame. After pulling Cottontail from my length, I y Egg Defense with Maternal Ward to block all the sperm even though I haven''t released an egg with Maternal Ovarian Control. It''s a fun game. As for why I''m not taking Gabby''s baby this time, I prefer to keep my options open until tonight. ¡°Alright, another quicky before we leave. Switch partners.¡± Jonny kisses Brenda again beforeing over, and I kiss Cottontail before handing over my precious bunny girl. I¡¯ll admit the former human, now Stone Slime is a stunning beauty. It¡¯s a static, eternal loveliness that constantly shocks me every time she moves. I roll her over onto her back. I want to look at that perfect rack while I fuck her even if it doesn¡¯t bounce with each thrust. ¡°Brenda, you said I saved you once before but, if you had the choice, would you do everything the same even if it led to losing your original body?¡± She sits up to kiss me as if to prove a point. I close my eyes and let her press those rock-hard and polished smooth lips to mine. ¡°You¡¯re the reason I met Jonathan. I¡¯d go through all the shitty parts a hundred more times as long as I get to live the rest of my life with him. I can finally do things with this body instead of having them done to me. I owe you my everything, so fuck me like you mean it.¡± I throw her legs over my shoulders and align my (actually I copied Jonny¡¯s) cock with her entrance. Spindle presses her cheek against mine and breathes into my ear. ¡°Does she have Vermillion¡¯s permission to cum inside?¡± ¡°Of course,¡± I tell her. The Wicked Weaver perches her upper half on my shoulders, squishing her B-cup breasts against my neck while her spider abdomen everts its ovipositor and aims the tip for my slit. She changes the angle and easily slips inside my Goblin-cum soaked tunnel. Thrusting forward into Benda¡¯s stone chamber wet with slippery foam and cum, I start rubbing my member against her g-spot. ¡°Oh! This position is¡­ Ah! Ahh! Ahhh! Yes!¡± Holy God Beast! Brenda is tight! My dick is in a vice of stone. Or, rather, she resists being stretched to fit me more than even a tiny mouse girl pussy. It¡¯s almost painful, and there¡¯s no way this¡¯d work without Gabby¡¯s magical Slippery Foam. As is, pushing into her cramped and ustrophobic tunnel is mitigated by the lubrication into an addictively pleasant experience. Bonny approaches the Stone Slime as I start pounding rock-hard pussy. ¡°If we¡¯re going to be Jonny¡¯s women, I think we should start bonding,¡± the mouse girl says as she lifts Brenda¡¯s head into herp. I doubt Bonny is strong enough to do that against Brenda¡¯s will, but the Stone Slime amodates the movement. ¡°Is there anything I can do for you?¡± ¡°I-I-I, ahhnn! Don¡¯t mind. Oh, Alex, fuck, yes! Ah, no, Bonny, this is nice. Please, just hold me while I-I, oh, oh! Right there!¡± Apparently, Brenda can feel her nipple being tweaked just fine despite being stone. Bonny is groping the Slime girl¡¯s chest with one hand while cupping her chiseled cheek with the other. ¡°Damn, Vermillion, there¡¯s nothing else like your cunt,¡± Spindle crows as she rapidly pumps me with her purple shaft. She¡¯s setting off all kinds of sweet sparkling explosions in my loins like sugary firecrackers. Meanwhile, Cottontail isn¡¯t making much noise beyond muffled moans because Jonny and Gabby are spitroasting her. Jonny has her supine in his arms with his cock buried so deep in her ass I can see the outline of his member bulging Cottontail¡¯s belly from the inside. Gabby has the bunny girl¡¯s head in her hands and rod in her mouth. The Goblin girl appears to be trying to snap the cor of Cottontail¡¯s bowtie with said rod bulging in the spitroasted bunny¡¯s throat. Jonny alternates between feeling himself through the outline in Cottontail¡¯s tummy and jacking off the bunny girl¡¯s stiffy. Her tailcoat sways, her boobies bounce, and her jewel sack jostles with his thrusts. Cottontail has her paws on Jonny¡¯s chest and her hands grope at Gabby¡¯s massive tits as she arches her back and rolls her hips to better amodate her partners¡¯ dicks. They seem to be enjoying themselves. ¡°Fuck, Cottontail, your pussy is¡­ I can¡¯t hold on much longer! I¡¯m cumming!¡± Jonny groans as he fills the bunny girl with his seed. I watch from the corner of my eye as the bulge in Cottontail¡¯s throat pulses with applesauce-vored cum, popping the bowtie loose from the force of the first shot. Cottontail¡¯s clitty ejactes in a high arc that stters onto Gabby¡¯s spectacr bust as the green-skinned shortstack gushes down her bunny lover¡¯s throat and stomach. Jonny, the tallest of the three by several feet, can¡¯t resist bending down to shove his face in Gabby¡¯s cleavage whilepping at the spilled cream. ¡°Spindle has been waiting for this!¡± the Webling cries as hot, spicy corruption fills my tunnel. Thankfully, my Tattoos absorb the Dark Magic before it can infect my womb, though it wracks my body with cinnamon me on the way down. I can¡¯t go another minute either. Brenda¡¯s inner rock walls milk me until I erupt inside her. Flou3¡¯s little mouths in the bikini top bite my nipples as I throw my head back into Spindle¡¯s bosom and moan, ¡°Ahh! Brenda, it¡¯sing!¡± ¡°Ahhhnnn!! Alex!!!¡± Her back arches as an earthquake runs through her body. Her fingers scrape the flooring as a massive backssh of cum washes over my crotch. Bonny leans down to kiss the Stone Slime as she shudders with aftershocks. *Stone Ooze Lover ¨C One Slime Mark!* ¡®Stone Ooze,¡¯ isn¡¯t that an oxymoron? Whatever. I bask in the glow while sandwiched between Spindle and Brenda for a while. The threesome beside me isn¡¯t in a hurry to go anywhere for a bit either. ¡°I should probably let Cottontail breathe,¡± Gabby says to motivate herself as she delicately unsheathes the rod between her legs from Cottontail¡¯s throat. The bunny girl gasps, splutters cum onto Gabby¡¯s thighs, blows more cum from her nose, and gives a contentedly messy smile. ¡°You can enjoy these for as long as you like, big boy,¡± Gabby tells Jonny as she grabs her breasts to better squish his head between them. For his part, Jonny gets hard again quickly from motorboating the Goblin girl and continues rutting Cottontail¡¯s creamy ass-pussy. The bunny girl can¡¯t stop her ass from moving when there¡¯s something big and hard inside; in fact, she starts ramming herself on him hard and fast as if trying to squeeze in one more orgasm before we have to leave. ¡°We should head out before identally starting another round,¡± I say, more to get myself moving than to stop them. I do have a quick chore, though. 96. Final Preparations for Charlatan Forest, Part 2 (R-18) 96. Final Preparations for Chatan Forest, Part 2 (R-18) *Performed with the Showbunny Stage Magician ¨C One Fuzzy Mark!* *Stone Ooze Lover ¨C One Slime Mark!* *Fuzzy Marks ¨C Three* Rodent Nose (Bunny, Mouse, Mole-man) Rodent Ears (Bunny, Mouse) Mouse Predator Sense Rodent Stature (Bunny, Mouse) Bunny Patron Stature Bunny Patron Longevity Bunny Patron Strength Rodent Tail (Bunny, Mouse, ymate) Mouse Bnce ymate Anal Lube Showbunny Stage Magician Tail Showbunny Anal Adaptations Rodent Legs (Bunny, Mouse, ymate) Bunny Hop Good Digger Lucky Rabbit Foot (BP, SSM) Legs Luck Magic Rodent Cock (Bunny, Mouse, Mole-man) Bunny Patron Cock Bunny Stamina (BP, SSM) Stamina Mole-man Earth Magic Bunny Patron Earth Magic Mole-man ws Mole-man Summon Shovel Bunny Patron Summon Carrot Bunny ymate Outfit Showbunny Stage Magician Outfit Showbunny Hat Showbunny Performer¡¯s Body Hmm, looks like Performer¡¯s Body (no clue what that does), Bunny Patron Strength, and Luck Magic (I heard the battle report from Flou exining how Peter could manipte luck) are all in reach. Huh, it seems like some hidden abilities be visible after I be aware of them. Whatever. I¡¯ll leave that decision forter. Showbunny Anal Adaptations is a very tempting luxury mark though¡­ I think while eyeing Cottontail hammering her ass-pussy on Jonny¡¯s cock like it¡¯s the most addictive feeling ever (it is). Jonny himself looks lost in pleasure like he¡¯s simultaneously getting anal and a blowjob from a lifelong harem expert. This ability must be enhancing Cottontail¡¯s pleasure in addition to giving her lubrication, making her sphincter more receptive to cock, and changing her internal muscture to be more like a vagina. It¡¯s basically an anal-lover¡¯s fantasy mark. *Slime Marks ¨C Two* Slime Constitution Slime Core Slime Constitution (Jl, Fz, Pk, Lg, Sm, Rd) Slime Malleability Slime Malleability (Jl, Fz, Pk, Lg, Sm, Rd) Slime Mutability Slime Amalgamation Slime Mutability (Jl, Fz, Pk, Lg, Sm, Rd) Slime Hair / Legs / Arms / Stature (Rd, Pk, St) Slime Hair / Legs / Arms / Stature Stone Ooze Body Large Slime Stature Jellyfish Slime Tentacles Fuzzy Slime Flesh Shaping Fuzzy Slime Fur Pink Slime Restoration Small Swarm Slime Multitasking Red Slime Blood Magic Stone Ooze Skin Huh. ¡°Gabby, what¡¯s the difference between a Slime and an Ooze?¡± ¡°Hmm?¡± my Goblin wife looks up from enjoying Jonny and Cottontail fucking each other while she smothers Jonny¡¯s face in her breasts. An academic question like this is about the only thing that can cause her to mentally shift gears out of ¡®greedy Goblin¡¯ mode. ¡°Oozes don¡¯t have cores. Rather, the core is dissolved throughout their body, allowing them to reconstitute from even a small piece. They¡¯re generally more aggressive and persistent hunters than their Slime counterparts.¡± All eyes turn to Brenda, sprawled before me with my dick in her cunt, still reveling in her well-fucked bliss. ¡°That probably exins why I¡¯m so hungry; especially since I haven¡¯t figured out how to eat yet. My body is absorbing this cum though, and it¡¯s really tasty.¡± She looks up at our probing expressions and frowns. ¡°What? I¡¯m not about to eat any of you no matter how delicious you taste. It¡¯s not like I¡¯d steal food from someone else¡¯s te; how is this any different?¡± I¡¯m suddenly very d my ¡®subdued cores¡¯ and their previous bodies¡¯ memories keep Flou and Brenda¡¯s new instincts in check. Stone Ooze Body might be very powerful, but I¡¯m concerned what it¡¯d do to my biology. It¡¯s probably ipatible with creating new life. Stone Ooze Skin, on the other hand, sounds like a surface-level defense-boosting body modification. But would that decrease my sensitivity? Maybe an upgraded Amalgamation could incorporate it? ¡°Okay, time to gear up and head for the forest,¡± I say as I withdraw from Spindle and Brenda. My Webling lover proceeds to clean the cum from my shaft and eat out Brenda¡¯s honey tunnel, much to the Stone Ooze¡¯s pleasure. ¡°Agreed,¡± Gabby says with a regretful sigh as she straightens and redons her robes. ¡°Almost done!¡± Cottontail says as she finishes Jonny and herself with a rapid series of hip rolls on his shaft. This time her arcing cum stters onto her own breasts. Jonny gasps and shudders as he spends another load in the bunny girl¡¯s secret chamber. ¡°Fuck, this girl is trying to squeeze me dry.¡± ¡°Quit hogging our boyfriend, Cottontail,¡± Bonny says as she pulls her bunny girl leader off Jonny¡¯s hot rod by the armpits. ¡°You¡¯re noting,¡± Gabby reminds Cottontail. ¡°We need you to manage the new Warren.¡± Our Wicked Webling finishes licking Brenda¡¯s pussy and straightens. ¡°Agreed. Spindle and the Harpies can defend the Hut from outside threats, but your kin won¡¯t feel safe without you here to ¡®protect¡¯ them from us.¡± ¡°Oh, I suppose that makes sense,¡± Cottontail says, though she looks disappointed at not joining us. Spindle tips the bunny girl¡¯s chin up at her. ¡°Don¡¯t fret, you¡¯ll be thoroughly entertained in their absence.¡± That fires another blush on Cottontail¡¯s face. "So, I''ve been wondering," I say, "If the bunnies are ''Good Diggers'' and tunnellers, why don''t they boobytrap Fuzzy Field?" Cottontail looks at me with bewilderment. "Booby-trap? Is that a monster?" "You know, pitfalls and ankle-breakers?" I press, and realization dawns on my cute bunny girl. Understanding bes confusion, anger, and frustration as implicationse to mind. "Ahem," Gabby interjects, "Those are essentially guerri tactics. Using them on predators would be tantamount to a deration of war, which is what Peter seemed to fear the most. He preferred to sacrifice a portion of the Warren''s inhabitants to satiate the enemy rather thanmit to a strategic defense. I doubt a third-tier monster can realistically be neutralized by a pitfall, for example." I see. Ites down to Peter''s bullshit politicking. The Warren''s continued existence is more important than defending the bunnies and mice who live in it. Perhaps bunnies once defended their territory this way, but forgot under Peter''s rule. "Well, we are fighting a war, so it makes more sense to have the bunnies do what they do best (dig) rather than teach them to how to fight in an ancient Greek phnx. Cottontail, do you think you can rediscover the lost art of booby-traps?" "Yes, I mean, I get the idea." The Showbunny''s face tightens in determination to help her people re-learn to defend themselves. "Great! The rest of you can help secure the area and coach Cottontail on teaching. I''m not sure how well they''ll take to this idea, but I''d like to have them ready to participate in the war by the day after tomorrow if necessary," I say, and Cottontail nods. Our Stone Ooze climbs to her feet and musters her own resolve. ¡°You said you¡¯re going to the forest? Then I¡¯ming,¡± Brenda says. ¡°Eh?¡± She sees the confusion on my face and reminds me, ¡°I was born there, remember?¡± Thinking back, I do remember her saying something to that effect when we met. Wow, that feels like such a long time ago, but it was only a few days. That said, they were really long days! I can¡¯t be held responsible for remembering literally everything¡­ I shrug, deciding to ept her offer. ¡°Great, so you want to help us out?¡± Brenda nods with determination. ¡°I can finally start repaying all I owe you, Alex.¡± Jonny strides over and takes her hand. ¡°I¡¯m going where you¡¯re going!¡± ¡°Um, Jonny,¡± I begin, ¡°It¡¯s not safe. I¡¯m strong, but I can¡¯t guarantee nobody around me gets hurt when we¡¯re surrounded by trees, any of which could be Treefolk in disguise¡­¡± The young man frowns but remains adamant. ¡°Thest time Brenda and I were separated, she nearly died. She did die. I watched her body dissolve in front of me before we were reunited.¡± Overwhelmed by his love, Brenda kisses Jonny. As they pull apart, an idea surfaces on Brenda¡¯s face. ¡°Maybe we can stay together, and I can keep you safe¡­¡± With that, Brenda steps into Jonny the way he identally got his head stuck inside her after the transformation. Her body seems to flow around his despite staying rock solid by reshaping moment to moment. Half a minuteter, Jonny stands in our midst a changed man. His body is covered in stone from head to toe except for his face. The smooth sculpturing fits over him like a bodysuit revealing the shape and curve of his every muscle from abs to biceps and buttocks. Even his cock and balls are on ¡®disy¡¯ like an ancient human codpiece, though his doesn¡¯t exaggerate the true size of his bulge. He looks somewhere between a naked statue and an armored knight. ¡°Wow,¡± Jonny says as he flexes his fingers. The Stone Ooze armor moves smoothly with him, and he smiles as he bumps his fists together with a loud ¡®ck.¡¯ ¡°Approved,¡± Gabby announces after analyzing his new physique. ¡°Now we can leave.¡± The hut¡¯s door ms open and Megan barges inside, her gait wobbly from jelly legs after the extensive royal oral treatment she received from Rosie and Monal. ¡°I¡¯ming too!¡± ¡°Megan?¡± Cottontail says as she stares in shock at the outburst. Gabby shakes her head. ¡°Out of the question. Joining the Warren mission was one thing, and this is another. We were only expecting Peter as our enemy then; the presence of Mole-men surprised us. Things would¡¯ve turned out very differently if Spindle hadn¡¯t eliminated most of the Mole-men before the battle started. As Alex, said, there will be hidden enemies in the woods that may attack from unexpected angles.¡± ¡°Gabby is right,¡± Brenda says, having formed her face on Jonny¡¯s stone chest. Megan startles and backs away from the sight for a moment before calming herself. ¡°The Forest is dangerous, and I can only protect Jonny like this.¡± I sigh. ¡°Megan, I already said you don¡¯t have to earn your ce at my side. Gale, Cottontail, and Flou all want you to be safe.¡± I¡¯m trying not to be too blunt and avoid saying we don¡¯t need her to fight. Nobody was going to guilt Bonny for staying behind. She meets my eyes and I see a hardness in her emerald gaze I wasn¡¯t expecting. ¡°Alex, I qualified to evolve into a Mouse Matron tonight.¡± Bonny gasps and holds her mouth. Huh, fighting against a Harpy Matron, a Mole Patron, and (presumably) sex with a Showbunny Stage Magician, plus a pregnancy. None of those are exactly prestigious third-tier encounters, as far as I''m aware. I bet she just barely qualified. Congrats, though. ¡°You know there¡¯s nowhere for me to go after that. It¡¯s the weakest third-tier monster, while you and Cottontail and Gale and the others will keep getting stronger. Today is myst chance to be something more. Please, let mee.¡± ¡°Megan, what are you thinking?¡± Bonny asks while striding over with tears in her eyes. ¡°You¡¯re going to be a Mouse Matron, the first in generations! The second strongest in the Warren after Cottontail! You¡¯ll have your pick of the guys every night. Not to mention a third-tier is a third-tier; you¡¯ll be able to beat up Orcs and Dire Wolves on your own! And don¡¯t act like ¡®Matriarch¡¯ doesn¡¯t exist! You could outlive all us mice and be a fourth-tier someday. Stewie is dead. Our brothers and sisters are being eaten and you could protect them, but you¡¯d risk throwing it all away for a chance?¡± ¡°Yes!¡± Megan shouts, taking us all aback. ¡°Because it¡¯s my life. My life.¡± We stand there stunned at her deration. ¡°I¡¯ve changed my mind,¡± Brenda says. ¡°Please let here. I know how frustrating living in this world can be. Jonny, can¡¯t we walk behind her and protect the little mouse?¡± ¡°Of course, babe,¡± Jonny says. ¡°Megan, if that¡¯s how you really feel¡­¡± Cottontail says with her arms open for a hug. The mouse girl approaches her sister but stops short while sniffing the mysterious white liquid on Cottontail¡¯s breasts. ¡°You''ve all been having sex without me!¡± Megan grabs Bonny for a kiss with tongue and pulls away licking her lips. ¡°I knew I smelled Cottontail on your breath! You got one of her loads, damn it, but this one is mine!¡± She dives for her sister¡¯s chest to lick up all the spilled cum decorating them. ¡°Ahn!¡± Cottontail moans as she holds her sister¡¯s head to her breasts. ¡°Oops, yeah, no hard feelings though, right?¡± Bonny apologizes. Megan finishes and looks up to squint at Jonny and sniff, ¡°He¡¯s got your scent on him, maybe I should return the favor¡­¡± ¡°Hey! He¡¯s my boyfriend! Get your own!¡± ¡°There¡¯s an idea,¡± Megan suggests, ¡°I¡¯ll let him fill me up so you can eat me out. Then we¡¯ll be even.¡± Rolling my eyes at their antics, I return to mission, ¡°Flou, can you please help protect Megan?¡± ¡°You got it, boss,¡± Flou3 says as she reverts to bunny-eared Fuzzy Slime and then back to clothes as she sshes herself onto Megan. This time the mouse girl is the one equipped with a ruby-studded fur bikini. I decide to go without my crab armor to enjoy the sun on my green scales. Photosynthesis for the win! ¡°If that¡¯s what we¡¯re doing, then fine,¡± Gabby nods. ¡°Now we can leave.¡± Gale bursts through the open doorway in a blur of blue and green wings and feathers. ¡°If Megan is going, I¡¯ming too!¡± We all look at her skeptically. She raises a w in ¡®crane¡¯ stance. ¡°Gale can protect herself!¡± 97. Charlatan Forest, Part 1 97. Chatan Forest, Part 1 The sound of running water greets us as trees sprout from the horizon. We¡¯vee to Chatan Forest atst. ¡°Flou3 here, confirming all lines ofmunication are clear. Over.¡± ¡°Who taught you to talk like that, anyway?¡± I ask¡ªit¡¯s not like she¡¯s going to talk over someone else¡¯s chatter by ident¡ªbut the way forward distracts me from getting any answers. A brook runs from a spring deep in the forest to where it empties into the grotto where I met Kani. We¡¯ll have to cross it or go half an hour further upstream to keep our feet dry. ¡°There¡¯s nothing for us to be scared of in the brook, right, Gabby?¡± I say while eyeing the long and meandering stream path, noting the shallow portions and several deeper pools along its length. Naiads are sometimes visible on the shoreline; childlike with watery, translucent skin, simr to a Slime without the core or aggressiveness of an Ooze. They stop chatting and ying when they sense us and slip into the water as we approach. In the darker depths, I see a sh of colored scales disturb the surface before diving to hide on the streambed. ¡°Not in this region,¡± Gabby agrees. ¡°Koi, Froglins, and Eelings are about all you¡¯ll find around here. You¡¯d have to trace the stream to its source to find a credible threat.¡± ¡°It¡¯s a shame our hometown doesn¡¯t have ake,¡± Jonnyments. ¡°I¡¯ve always wanted to swim with cute aquatic monster girls.¡± ¡°Shit, Jonny, you¡¯re a God Beast damned genius!¡± I p my hands and rub them together with excitement. ¡°Gabby, let¡¯s have the bunnies dig ake! Then we¡¯ll stock it with the sexiest water monsters we can catch and have bath time every day!¡± My Goblin wife sighs heavily. ¡°I would say you need to realign your priorities, Alex, but rxing in the water with you sounds like something worth fighting for.¡± ¡°I vote for bath time with Megan!¡± Gale cheers. ¡°Dig faster!¡± ¡°Give them a break, we can¡¯t dig a wholeke overnight!¡± Megan says. ¡°The Warren hasn¡¯t attemptedrgescale engineering like that in our whole history¡­¡± ¡°What¡¯s engineering?¡± Brenda says from her face on the chest of Jonny¡¯s stone battle suit. I almost give her a look, having nearly forgotten again that she grew up in the woods. Jonny pats his own shoulder, a good effort to give a reassuring touch in his strange predicament, ¡°I¡¯ll tell youter, love.¡± ¡°Wait, how do you know about engineering?¡± I ask the diminutive mouse girl. She shrugs. ¡°The Warren has a long memory.¡± I guess Peter wasn¡¯t the first rodent kin to make sure information survived the Incursions that periodically wipe out the local poption. ¡°I wonder if I¡¯ll float?¡± Flou3 says from Megan¡¯s bikini. ¡°Ooo, Flou pool-intables!¡± I shout. ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± the Fuzzy Slime asks, and I exin about ancient human stic pool paraphernalia. She seems pleased with the idea. ¡°That does sound fun.¡± ¡°Why float on top of the water instead of getting in there and sshing your friends?¡± Gale asks, confused by the concept. Megan gives her a suggestive smile. ¡°Imagine me naked, syed on a floating ring and you surface between my legs¡­¡± ¡°Gale understands now!¡± ¡°Heh, heh, heh, I could y sea monster¡­¡± Olindia produces a tentacle from my cooch to join the conversation. Yeah, I see the appeal for a monster girl I found on the beach. ¡°Can you handle freshwater?¡± ¡°I¡¯m a Slime, not a real Jellyfish. Fresh or salty doesn¡¯t matter.¡± Gabby returns us to the mission. ¡°Regardless, to answer Alex¡¯s question, I see no issue with fording this stream.¡± I¡¯m d the atmosphere is light in our party. There¡¯s a war looming in two days, but today¡¯s adventure doesn¡¯t look so grim. While we¡¯re not expecting this to be a walk in the park, so to speak, it¡¯s not like we¡¯re marching into a climactic confrontation either. Go in, grab everything valuable we can carry, and leave. That¡¯s the n. The five of us (with Olindia, Flou3, and Brenda more or less ¡®hitchhiking¡¯) find an ankle-deep part of the brook and cross without issue. Maybe a lone human would invite unwanted attention, but our crew isrge enough to intimidate the local water predators into thinking twice about making a snack of Megan. As we approach the tree line, we keep our precious mouse girl protected on all sides. I walk in front while Gabby and Gale guard the nks. Jonny in his Stone suit brings up the rear. ¡°Already?¡± I say. Somehow, I¡¯m surprised by our first encounter. For some reason, I expected there to be more suspense before finding an enemy. We¡¯re barely one line of trees deep into the forest! Yes, before us is an innocuous apple treeden with bright red appetizing fruit. I¡¯m not fooled for a second. ¡°So, do we just pick them, or¡­?¡± Jonny asks, clearly wondering why we¡¯re standing here on the edge of the woods in front of a fruiting nt like it¡¯s the miniboss of a ssic Arr Pee Gee. ¡°Alex, you may not realize this,¡± Brenda says, ¡°But that apple tree isn¡¯t what it seems!¡± Duh, but thanks for the warning anyway. Summoning an ember spear, I yell the ancient battle cry of my people, ¡°Yeet!¡± My thrown spear hits a pendulous,rge apple dead center. Despite appearances, this piece of fruit is rotten to the core, and it stters on impact. The apple is so decayed, in fact, that it¡¯s thoroughly fermented to the point its juices are mmable. Burning bits of fruit spray across the tree¡¯s branches from the momentum of the spear¡¯s impact. Other fruits burst with boiling juices as they¡¯re heated, spraying their payload on wood and leaves. The tree doesn¡¯t catch me at first, but the more apples explode, the more fuel the fire has to burn hotter until even green wood would smoke. ¡°Oh, fuck! I¡¯m on fire!¡± This tree, however, is gnarled and dry. Its green leaves go brown and brittle, dropping and burning as the illusion shatters. The beautiful apples turn purple as the Twisted Apple Treefolk¡¯s bark face opens its beady red eyes and mouth full of jagged wooden teeth. It stumbles forward like a drunk octopus on its ambtory roots. We back away as the mes intensify, but the pain is too much for him to focus on an attack. It¡¯s still a slow way to die. ¡°Damn it, how did you know? Fuck you, biiitch!!!¡± Smoke cracks his voice as his spindly arms slump, and he falls. Timber, motherfucker. ¡°This is what happens when you know the enemy¡¯s weak point and have an attack that¡¯s super effective,¡± I exin to my group as the bonfire behind me burns merrily. ¡°Shit gets wrecked.¡± Gabbyys a sympathetic hand on Brenda/Jonny¡¯s thigh and says, ¡°We fought one of his kind previously. I¡¯m sure your insights into the woods¡¯ dangers will be invaluableter on.¡± The Stone Ooze¡¯s face gazes into the fire. ¡°I used to be terrified of Twisted Treefolk.¡± ¡°Alex can be kind of scary, sometimes,¡± Megan opines as we listen to thest dying screams of the helpless iling nt monster. Gale nods her agreement as mes dance in the reflections on her eyes. ¡°Just to sadistic bastards like that guy!¡± I defend myself. Gabby can¡¯t resist twisting the knife, ¡°You know, this one never did anything to you, making your attackpletely unprovoked. He could¡¯ve been a gentleman among Treefolk.¡± ¡°Ugh!¡± I yell, not wanting to dignify the Goblin girl¡¯s argument with an articte response. Brenda frowns. ¡°No, Alex is right, all those Twisted Treefolk are bastards.¡± ¡°Gale is just d you¡¯re on our side, Alex. I know you don¡¯t hit good girls, and Gale and Megan have been good girls. I¡¯m sure Gabby, Flou, Olindia, Brenda, and Jonny have been good too.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t see the big deal,¡± Olindia murmurs low-key. ¡°They¡¯re new to monster hunting,¡± Flou3 replies from Megan¡¯s fur bikini. I sigh. ¡°Let¡¯s keep this moving, or we¡¯ll be here all day.¡± Either the smoke or the screams alert the Treefolk in the area because we see the forest canopy rustling ahead of us in all directions as the noises of tree-sized monsters clumsily retreating fade into the distance. Maybe I overdid it? Things are quiet for maybe a hundred feet as we enter deep enough to lose sight of Fuzzy Field. ¡°Is that fruit also false?¡± Jonny asks while pointing a stone-encased arm at a bunch of grapes clustered a dozen feet up a tree. ¡°Careful, it could be a trap,¡± Brenda advises, ¡°But it might be real¡­¡± Gale ps her wings a few times andnds on a high branch before anyone else gets a word out. She then grabs the grapes, her talons severing the vine, and flutters down to us again. ¡°Are these little purple fruits good to eat?¡± My heart leaped into my chest when the innocent Harpy girl plucked the grapes, but nothing bad seems to have happened. Gabby proceeds to pop a grape into her mouth without hesitation. I wish I had the spare marks to pick Goblin Gut, or I¡¯d have done the same. As it stands, I¡¯m waiting for her pronouncement, ¡°Not poison.¡± We all try a grape. Well, Megan, Gale, Jonny, and I all try a grape. Flou3, Olindia, and Brenda don¡¯t really have constitutionspatible with fruit enjoyment. The burst of sweet vor in my mouth is fantastic. The variety of crops in my hometown is rather limited, but we have written records of ancient humanity¡¯s global culinary history. I know what a fucking grape looks like; just never tasted one before. ¡°Mmm, mmm, mmm!!!¡± Gale happily bobs her head. ¡°Tasty,¡± Megan agrees. ¡°Dang,¡± Jonny says with a smile. I look around at us, realizing we¡¯re a bit unprepared for harvesting crops. A slight oversight. ¡°How much fruit can we carry back with us?¡± Gabby opens a leather satchel, ¡°I can hold this much.¡± Gale spreads her wings and Megan spreads her arms, but Flou3 converts the mouse girl¡¯s bikini top into a furry basket. ¡°Put some in here,¡± the Fuzzy Slime says. As Gale goes to set the grapes in Megan¡¯s basket, Brenda juts a stone tray from Jonny¡¯s abdomen. ¡°Allow me.¡± I continue looking around. ¡°Those are bananas,¡± I say, pointing out a bunch hanging nearby. ¡°But that¡¯s not a banana tree¡­¡± Gabby says. Brenda seems relieved to know something useful on the subject and shares, ¡°Fruit Nymphs do strange things to the nts in the forest. One must have been by here.¡± ¡°Does that mean all the fruit in the area is safe?¡± I ask. With a wave of her Apprentice rod, prehensile vines pluck the bananas and deposit them in the Goblin girl¡¯s arms. ¡°I¡¯ll insist on poison testing everything.¡± She peels one of the phallic yellow fruits and takes its whole length into her mouth before withdrawing and biting the tip. ¡°Approved.¡± ¡°Gabby, please don¡¯t make eye contact with me while eating bananas. It makes me ufortable¡­¡± I cup my dangling schlong defensively to protect it from those who would chomp innocent phalluses. The green shortstack proceeds to fete the banana instead of finishing the job just to spite me! ¡°That looks yummy,¡± Gale says, taking a banana with her wings. She struggles with the peel, but Megan helps her remove the unptable skin. Then my Harpy bride starts licking the shaft like a pervert even though I know she¡¯s not doing it on purpose. Megan takes a banana and shoves in so much of its length that I can see the bulge in her throat. Drool spills from her mouth as she orally fucks herself with the fruit while knowing exactly the effect she¡¯s having on the predators watching. Jonny clutches at his groin despite theyer of stone hiding his no-doubt growing erection. Brenda seems to take perverse pleasure in keeping it to herself. I think about the noble, ancient human sport of baseball to distract myself from carnal temptation. Must focus! Mustplete the mission! ¡°What fruit is that?¡± Flou3 asks. I jump at a chance to put the distracting fruit behind me, literally leaping to snatch the oddly shaped brown fruit from where it grows. I would¡¯ve said, ¡®mango,¡¯ but the color is all wrong. Dark and mottled instead of green, red, or yellow. ¡°Is this safe?¡± I hand it to Gabby. I half expect not. The Goblin girl takes a whiff of the fruit, and her eyes roll up into her head. ¡°Oh, sweet God Beast!¡± She starts to salivate as she lunges to take a bite without bothering to peel it. The flesh inside is also dark with deep red juices. ¡°¡­What does it taste like?¡± I ask when it bes apparent she¡¯s momentarily forgotten her responsibilities. ¡°Raw liver,¡± Gabby announces with the intonation of a lover giving dirty talk. ¡°My favorite organ meat.¡± Gale sniffs the air delicately and then the corners of her mouth turn up into a wide, drooly smile. ¡°Nom!¡± She leans in and takes a bite. The Harpy girl swoons for this strange raw-meat-vored fruit. Megan looks half queasy, half self-recriminating for letting the fact slip her mind that her wife is a carnivore. I grab somerge cherries that, upon closer inspection, turn out to be fresh ¡®rocky mountain oysters.¡¯ ¡°Okay, dumb question, but why do some of these fruits taste like raw meat?¡± Brenda is happy to give me an exnation while Gabby and Gale continue to fawn over the super-exotic fruits. ¡°Fruit Nymphs provide temptations fit for all monsters, including predators that may find themselves prey when lured into this forest.¡± ¡°And then the Fruit Nymphs¡­ what? Hunt the hunters?¡± I ask. The Stone Ooze frowns, ¡°No, they¡¯re mostly harmless. Nymphs bait the traps for other monsters to spring.¡± Ahh hah! I need to catch me a Fruit Nymph. ¡°Change of ns, gang. Eat your fill and leave the rest. We travel light while hunting Fruit Nymphs!¡± My assembled monsters and single fellow former human go about gleaning the tastiest fruit from the nearby nts. It¡¯s simple human/monster nature when there¡¯s an abundance of food to choose from. I¡¯m surprised at how much Megan is eating, though. ¡°Did I forget to feed you breakfast?¡± I ask the mouse girl as she gulps down grapes by the handful. She blushes, remembering this morning when Gale fed her mouthfuls of my magically nutritious breastmilk by kiss. ¡°Mph, ev¡¯lution-hung¡¯r,¡± Gabby says, her cheeks chubby with chunks of liver-mango. *Gulp* ¡°She¡¯s stockpiling calories in anticipation of the change.¡± Judging by how many of those she¡¯s had, my Goblin wife is doing the same. ¡°Wait, I have a question,¡± Jonny says. ¡°If these Fruit Nymphs bait traps for other forest monsters, couldn¡¯t this be a trap?¡± ¡°¡°¡­¡±¡± Uh, oh. ¡°Eh?¡± ¡°Hey!¡± ¡°Eep!¡± Gabby, Gale, and Megan all exim as vines hoist each of them into the air by the ankle. 98. Eastern Desert, Part 1 (Suka) 98. Eastern Desert, Part 1 (Suka) I cut through the field like sharp teeth through soft flesh. The trail Alex¡¯s Kobold and her n left is in as day to my nose. I smell their reptilian body odors tinted by a trace of metal from their crude armor and the hint of underlying smoke from their draconic bloodline. Grasses and weeds bend before my passing or else I sear them to kindling with a re of magic. Refusing to be distracted by the scents of bunny tracks, Goblin patrols, or Dire Wolves in heat, my paws devour miles. This mission will seed. Must seed! I¡¯ll return the surrogate bearing Alex and Gabby¡¯s child if I have to drag the Kobold all the way home. Anything less will shame me, and Alex by extension. Last night, I gave up on keeping Alex to myself. Gabby was right, her magic demands she take more and more monsters into her harem. Rather than iste her from the source of her power, I realized I must work to expand her harem while redoubling my efforts to evolve into stronger yet stronger forms. That¡¯s my path if I ever intend to officially take Alex as my mate. After our dual, Alex made me her bitch, as was her right. She fucked me and bred me (both enjoyable) but hasn¡¯t taken me for wife. I think she understands my feelings at some level. True mates, if not equals, stand together side-by-side. Alex is strong. Stronger than the Bunny Patron, the Harpy Matron, and Dura. She¡¯s aplished feats I can¡¯t hope to replicate. Meanwhile, I don¡¯t like my chances facing the Ogress astride my back even with the strength I gained from Alex¡¯s Power Bond. That can¡¯t stand. I should be first among her harem. If not that, then at least I should not tuck my tail and bow my head to any of them. Until then, how can I im to be Alex¡¯s true mate? ¡°The Eastern Desert is over the next hill,¡± Lucinia says while swooping down to a dozen feet overhead. Ah, yes, the feathered singer. I almost forgot that one of Alex¡¯s minor conquests is apanying us. I didn¡¯t need her to tell me that; the scent of hot sand wafts through the air in swelling waves as we draw near. I would¡¯ve refused Lucinia¡¯s aid if not for Alex¡¯s order. We¡¯ll see how useful she proves in battle. At least she didn¡¯t flee like the blond one; Alex had the right of it selecting the braver of the Lesser Sirens as apanion. We crest the hill and descend to the desert as ins give way to sand. The grasses binding the soil with their roots gradually be more seldom in this drier part of the region until only sparse inds of life remain. It¡¯s bleak, yet beautiful in a way. A mundane animal would struggle to follow the Kobold¡¯s trail here with the shifting sands and blistering wind, but my Cinderwolf nose isn¡¯t stumped in the slightest. The sun seems hotter and the sand zes, but I like the heat. It matches the embers in my core. I no longer need loll my tongue and pant like a dog for relief since the change took me. Yet, there is flesh beneath my fur and blood in my veins. I can¡¯t survive without water. Perhaps the bird can spot some from above. Worse is the sand¡¯s softness. I feel like I¡¯m wasting half each step¡¯s effort to this loose footing. Muscles start to burn in ces I didn¡¯t know I had. On top of that, the uneven ground makes even keeping my bnce a challenge. My allies quickly notice the dramatic reduction in my speed. ¡°You alright, Suka?¡± Flou1 asks from the ruby-encrusted scarf around my neck billowing in the desert wind. ¡°Puppy need nappy?¡± Dura teases as her feet dig into my sides. ¡°Old Orc sayin¡¯, ¡®Pain is weakness leaving da body.¡¯¡± I use a Cinderwolf Rush just to shut them up. The embers inside my core glow each time I use the ability apanied by a twinge of searing pain. I have to wait a bit for them to cool down before using it again. A tumbleweed catches fire as I pass and turns to ash. ¡°Now we talkin¡¯!¡± We go bounding over another few hills before something catches my interest. ¡°Why stopp¡¯n?¡± Dura slides off my back to the ground as Ie to a halt. At least I¡¯mrger when in my beast form. It¡¯s embarrassing looking up from one warrior to another unless my body weighs more topensate. She nts her fists on her wide hips and surveys the horizon. I watch her from the corner of my eye as I probe the sand with my nose, searching for the source of the off-odor I detected. She¡¯s a powerful warrior and a beauty to match. How am I not supposed to be jealous? She''s everything a pack leader''s mate should aspire to be. Tall and muscled from head to toe with broad shoulders, rock-hard abs, and confidence to match. And those breasts! Tits toorge to cup in one¡¯s hand, the cleavage further bolstered by the way she folds her arms under them. Take off that damn fur bikini top so I can get a good look at them! I catch a whiff of her Orge musk... I thought I hated it but, the more I''m with her, the more addictive her scent bes. What does she taste like? My mind drifts tost night when she grabbed both of my wrists in one hand and plundered my pussy with her thick, meaty tongue. That technique must¡¯ve been refined between many Goblin thighs, but I¡¯d be willing to volunteer my snatch again¡­ No, focus on the mission! My wet, ck nose bumps into something cold, hard, and metallic. I grasp it in my jaws and pull the object to the surface. It¡¯s a pot bent into the shape of a helmet by clumsy, but persistent hits from a rock. ¡°That¡¯s Lizardman armor,¡± Flou1 says from personal experience fighting alongside them in the underground yesterday. ¡°What doin¡¯ here?¡± Luciniands on my back, perching between my shoulder des. ¡°It is quite hot. They likely couldn¡¯t bear to wear it here, no matter how valuable.¡± Already the metal is heating in my jaws beneath the sun¡¯s rays. It would just weigh us down like it did the Lizard folk. I drop the helmet and shake the bird off like I¡¯m ridding my fur of water. ¡°We¡¯re on the right track. Let¡¯s keep moving.¡± My warrior womanpanion nods. I approach Dura, who slings herself onto me, nting her firm, luscious glutes on my back as she straddles me. It¡¯s another few minutes¡¯ travel before anything breaks the monotony of dunes. Three green figures stand before us over a fourth lying on the sand. Heat haze obscured the details until we get within spitting distance. A scaly profileys at the feet of three Cactus Treefolk. The first is tall and skinny with four long, spindly arms. Each arm has two slim hands with five slender fingers. Her breasts are -A cup and she has no curves to speak of, just boyish lean hips and waist. She¡¯s naked except for the thorny wool on her mons pubis. The second is short and curvy with prickly pears protruding all over her body. Four t paddles extend from her head, each bearing a unique feminine face. The conjoined sisters wear nothing but a leafy green top to bind and support their heavy breasts. The third is big and heavy with a barrel chest and a barrel belly. He¡¯s clearly a barrel Cactus man with two spiny balls and a thorny cock. His face has a heavy beard of needles. In fact, all three of them are covered in spines, both short and long, both thick and thin. Dura dismounts me and summons her club as they notice our approach. It¡¯s a thick piece of wood studded with iron. Few are fool enough to anger an Ogress within range of her club. ¡°Buzz off,¡± the foolish barrel Cactus man says. Dura¡¯s grip on her club tightens. ¡°Hand ov¡¯r Lizard.¡± ¡°~Listen to us~¡± Lucinia sings as she swings low to let herself be heard. ¡°Oh!¡± ¡°Shut your trap.¡± The spindly Cactus girl points a dozen fingers at our feathery ally and fires needles at her from the tips. Lucinia narrowly ps out of range, but her song is spoiled. ¡°More meat on the menu!¡± the barrel Cactus man shouts as he shoots a volley in all directions by ejecting every spine on his body at once. There¡¯s no evading the omnidirectional burst attack; instead, Flou1 hardens her body into a sheet of crystal blood that shields me from the worst of it. Dura interposes her club, but there are too many needles and dozens slip past. Fortunately, she¡¯s an Ogre. The sharp projectiles barely prate her tough skin. Having felt the sting of his attack, Dura shoulders her club and strolls forward. Seeing theirpanions attack, the prickly pear Cactus sisters grow extra-long needles on their hands and fling them at us. Dura takes them without flinching while I dodge aside with Cinderwolf Rush. Then I dart forward at the three Cactus folk. The spindly Cactus girl trains all four arms, eight hands, and forty fingers on me, releasing a continuous barrage of needles my way as recements are constantly regrown. I elerate with another Cinderwolf Rush and feel the burn deep inside. The majority of the spines fly past me while Flou1 blocks a swath of lucky shots. A third Cinderwolf Rush has me circling the spindly one while she fails to find me with her needles. zing heat in my chest keeps me from pushing further. My lungs burn and my limbs sting with scalding pain, but the Cactus girl is doing much worse. Having stoked my heat to this degree ignites the needlesing near me. She attempts to flee, but there¡¯s nowhere to escape with me circling her. Then her fingers start to smolder and burn. The barrel Cactus man shoots volley after volley, but nothing touches me, and the pricks don¡¯t strike deep enough to harm Dura. Seeing their needles have no effect, the prickly pear sisters purse their lips to shoot four streams of pressurized Water Magic. It''s nothing like the weak faucet flow Alex produces with Mermaid Magic. In fact, it pushes Dura a step to the side when two strike the Ogress. Otherwise, no harm done. It barely slows Dura by even a second. The Ogress calmly steps within a pace of the barrel Cactus, takes her studded club in both hands, and swings. Chunks of nt flesh stter across the dunes. Aiming at me is easy when I''m running in circles. All the prickly pear sisters do is point their streams at a section of the path I pass through. Hitting me is another matter. The flow vaporizes before touching fur when I have my heat stoked to this degree. I lose some heat, but that also cools me enough to use another Cinderwolf Rush. The spindly Cactus girl attempts to stop herself from burning with her own Water Magic, but the result is just as bad. The heat is still there, just transferred to the vapor. She dies as a steamed vegetable instead of roasted. I leave nothing to chance; they attacked us with the desire to prey upon our flesh. Lethal retaliation is the code of monsters. Flou1 morphs from ruby scarf to bunny-eared Fuzzy Slime as she shlorps away from me. ¡°Hot, hot, hot!¡± Oh, I need to be careful of her when I use my Cinderwolf Rush. With their attacks rendered useless, the five conjoined prickly pear Cactus sisters can do nothing but bite their lips and watch as we dispatch her allies. Dura goes striding toward her, club held high, but I growl an objection. ¡°Stop. Let¡¯s keep one alive for Alex.¡± ¡°Uh, why?¡± Dura asks. I snort and shake my head as the powerful fire in my breast dies down. ¡°So she can im a mark from them.¡± ¡°Hmm.¡± The Ogress raises a skeptical eyebrow at me. ¡°Carry this ¡®n wit us?¡± ¡°I could lull her with song,¡± Lucinia suggests as she flutters down within speaking range. I suppose that might work. ¡°Just grab her on the way home,¡± Flou1 says. Dura grunts assent, and so do I. The Fuzzy Slime has proven herself time and again a valuable and trusted ally. Her n is sound. Alex chose well that day after battling the Twisted Apple Treefolk. The prickly pear sisters quiver with fear as we approach, wisely ceasing her water spray and dropping the needles growing from her hands before raising their palms in surrender. Dura, totally unconcerned, ignores them and grabs a chunk of the barrel Cactus man''s innards. She takes a bite, chews, swallows, and drops the remainder of the chunk. "Taste like shit." I examine the prone form the Cacti were standing around. It''s a purple-scaled male kobold. All the moisture is drained from his body, turning him into an instant mummy. On top of that, he¡¯s be a pincushion. Flou1 confirms, "Not the target." Alex won¡¯t like this. "Tell us everything you know about the Lizards and we''ll let you live." ¡°L-lizards? What are you¡ªah!¡± Dura interrupts the prickly pair Cactus by biting off one of the fruits protruding from a panicky paddle-face. The message is clear; next time, Dura will take a bite from one of the conjoined sisters. They stutter in terror, the speaker changing between the sisters every other word, "T-t-t-he l-l-lizards? Y-yes! W-we remember! They came through yesterday. My friends and I were hungry and shot one of the little ones. Big ones fought us for him, but we got them to back off. My friends had some fun with him before the end, but we didn¡¯t touch him, we swear! Only got a little meat-juice before they drained him dry!¡± Now that I look closer, the needles on the poor Kobold are grouped around the groin and face¡ªthe telltale sign of sex acts with malicious Cacti. What a way to go¡­ makes some of the stuff I saw in Kennel Hills seem tame byparison. So, they wounded one of the Kobolds and raped him to death after chasing off his n. They¡¯re lucky their prey wasn¡¯t one of Alex¡¯s wives or else there¡¯d be hell to pay. No doubt they¡¯re lying about some of it; I wouldn¡¯t be surprised if she used the Kobold as well before eating him. I snarl at them, ¡°Where are the Lizards now?¡± ¡°How should I¡ªah!¡± They narrowly move one of the sister¡¯s faces away from Dura¡¯s jaws before they close. ¡°O-O-Oasis! We overhead them talking about an Oasis deep in the desert!¡± ¡°Anything else we should know?¡± ¡°S-Sand G-Goblins, w-watch out for Sand Goblins in the desert. That¡¯s all I know, I swear!¡± Hmph. Is that all? ¡°Dura here is an Ogress. We¡¯ve got nothing to worry about.¡± Dura snorts. ¡°As you say, Mistress.¡± The prickly pear Cactus sisters bow as we depart. I¡¯ve had a chance to cool down and Flou1 returns to her ce on my neck. Dura hops aboard and Lucinia ascends to scout the horizon. ¡°Don¡¯t try to run. I¡¯ll smell you from a mile away when wee back through here.¡± Theirst words are low, and would¡¯ve been consumed by the desert winds if not for my sharp lupine sense of hearing, ¡°If you return¡­¡± 98.5 Bonus Chapter! (Suka, R-18) 98.5 Bonus Chapter! (Suka, R-18) Flou1 gives us reports on the other groups while we run. It¡¯s scary how close Gabby¡¯s group came to being wiped out. Dividing ourselves to get more done was a smart y butes with heavy risks. I¡¯m sure Alex would be devastated if anything were to happen to her harem while she was ¡®busy¡¯ adding new members to the roster. As an Ogress, Dura is¡­ let¡¯s say ¡®eager¡¯ to meet another human from Alex¡¯s hometown. The Fuzzy-type monsters that Gabby¡¯s group gathered all sound like fun fucks in their own ways, but I¡¯m most excited to investigate how Cottontail has changed. That said, I¡¯ll be second in line after Dura to taste the new human¡¯s vor tonight. I¡¯m looking forward to really being the monster in the monster/human rtionship. Alex has been turning the tables on her monster lovers since before she defeated me in a duel. I wouldn¡¯t trade her for anything, but I¡¯ve always wanted to show a human what it¡¯s like to fuck a beast in bed. At any rate, this Jonny sounds like a fun toy for us to share. After spotting arge, jagged rock jut from the sand to form a shaded overhang, I decide to stop for a short break. ¡°Wut doin¡¯?¡± ¡°Get off me, you big lug,¡± I demand. The Ogress dismounts onto the cool sand and looks around in confusion as if searching for an exnation. ¡°All clear,¡± Luciniands to report. ¡°Good. Keep an eye out for us, alright?¡± The Lesser Siren flies away again. ¡°Flou, can you give me a nket?¡± My scarf shifts into a furry towel to form a makeshift bed as I return to humanoid shape. With nobody else around, Dura finally puts two and two together. ¡°Wan fuck? Horn dog can¡¯t wai¡¯ tonight?¡± ¡°The Cactuses turned your ass into a pincushion. You pulled a few, but a bunch are too small to get with your fingers or in difficult ces.¡± She looks at me dumbly. ¡°You stupid? Dura fine.¡± ¡°I need you in perfect working order. We can¡¯t afford to fail this mission because we ignored a few hits that turn into problemster. Strip andy down.¡± She grumbles but the temptation of having relief from those annoying pricks is too great to resist. Dura removes her fur top and loincloth and reclines on Flou1. Sweat from the hot desert glistens on her toned muscles. Ten feet tall and every inch a woman. I¡¯d never be able to carry her without my Power Bond. Myhers are dripping from the sight and smell of her as a fire ignites in my core that radiates pleasure instead of pain. I crawl over her, finding needles in her flesh by eye and touch as I run my fingers across her pale Ogress skin. My lips and tongue investigate every source of irritation on her body, pulling the tiny needles with my teeth before casting them aside. The taste of her sweat fills my mouth after removing a dozen spines. Most don¡¯t bleed, but a few prated deep enough to draw a bead of red that I caringlyp away. She never flinches or so much as grunts from pain, but my ministrations cause her nipples to stiffen and her belly to flutter at my touch. I kiss my way up her corbone, neck, and cheek before staring into her eyes while straddling her. All pretense falls away. She returns my gaze with silent heat. I ze inside as my lips crash into hers. Dura kisses me back, her huge tongue pushing inside my hot mouth as our lips interlock. The sides of her small tusks press against my cheeks. My hands knead her breasts, her tit-flesh spilling between my fingers as I squeeze. Her massive hands cup my butt and I arch my spine into the touch. My tail starts wagging involuntarily. I break the kiss, incandescent with need, and work my way lower licking and tasting the big woman as I go. It¡¯s a long way to her crotch! I linger at her breasts for a minute at least. While they don¡¯t give milk yet, I can¡¯t wait to taste her when she¡¯s round with Alex¡¯s brood. Finally, I spread her legs to reveal the most intense source of her musk. It¡¯s aplex aromabining the earthy tones of meaty mushroom with a slight nuttiness and a hint of something savory like a fine, aged cheese. I¡¯d long thought it disgusting from growing up in Kennel Hills, but I want nothing more in this moment than top herher sweat and drink her pussy juices as she cums on my tongue. Dura grabs me by the hair before I can descend on her cunt. ¡°Bad doggie, Dura only let Alex lick dere.¡± And the Webling, lest we forget. She¡¯s only doing this because we both know I¡¯m not as strong as her. But I¡¯m not as weak as before receiving Alex''s Power Bond. I grab her wrist, forcing her to release me. ¡°Sixty-nine?¡± ¡°Dura no math.¡± ¡°Argh!¡± Stupid, sexy Ogress! She¡¯s so fucking lucky she¡¯s hot. Otherwise, I¡¯d singe her fingers for the insult of refusing my tongue. ¡°We¡¯ll be too horny to focus if we leave it here. How do you want to do this that¡¯ll save your Ogre Fen pride?¡± She considers a moment. ¡°Dura top.¡± We swap positions with me lying supine while Dura kneels above my face. ¡°Now, drop that monster clit in my mouth you fucking bitch.¡± ¡°You da bitch,¡± Dura reminds me while grabbing my head with her hands, my wolf ears between her thumbs and forefingers, and grinds her crotch against my eager lips. Her intense vor explodes on my tongue and invades my nostrils. I can¡¯t stop wagging my tail! My hand darts to my cunt to start frigging myself. Instead, Flou1 beneath us curls up to envelop myhers. A dozen sets of mouths begin licking my ass and pussy while gently biting at my soft cheeks andbial lips. My hips buck as tall waves of pleasure roll through me. At the same time, Dura forces her big clit between my lips for me to suck on. My tongue circles the tip, making her whole ass rotate in sync with the sensation. I grab her ass with both hands, marveling at her firmness and shape as she face-fucks me. I¡¯m so wet. Breathing is overrated. Then something hard and blunt-headed prates my womanly entrance. Flou starts screwing me with a crystal-blood dildo as Dura arches her spine above me. The three of us fall into a rhythm that satisfies everyone. The dildo thrusts into me. Powerful sensations stir within me as my buttocks wiggle beneath the Fuzzy Slime¡¯s assault. Dura rolls her core against my lips. I thrust my hips to meet Flou whilepping at the Ogress¡¯s slit. Microtremors flicker in the big woman¡¯s thighs. Then she shoves her big clit deep inside my mouth like a tiny cock as she pulls my head hard against her crotch. I slip two fingers into Dura¡¯s soaking channel and finish her with a few quick thrusts. Grapefruit-sized tits pool on my forehead as the Ogress bows forward. Meanwhile, tiny tongues are probing my pucker, and the ruby dildo is banging on my cervix like a door knocker. Damnit, Flou! ¡°Rrrgh!¡± I hear Dura grunt. I bliss out as mes of pleasure consume me from within. Making her cum while getting plowed pushes me over the edge. "Mmmph!" I release a muffled scream into her cunt. Dura squirts Ogress pussy juice down my throat as orgasmic paroxysms wrack her body. Flou1 shudders as my inner walls grip her tight during my own climax. After we calm and cool down, Dura lifts herself from me and I take a deep breath of fresh air. While I already miss her weight atop me, I¡¯m sated for the moment, no longer craving her taste so badly it influences my judgment. Flou1 withdraws from me and returns to a scarf around my neck after helping me clean Ogress-cum from my face. I return to my beast form and shake from tip to tail before tossing my head in invitation. Dura climbs aboard, as refreshed as me, and we take off at a sprint. 99. Eastern Desert, Part 2 (Suka, R-18) 99. Eastern Desert, Part 2 (Suka, R-18) The dunes fly by as we bound up and down the hills of sand. It¡¯s damn hot out here. As a Cinderwolf, I don¡¯t mind so much, but even I¡¯m getting thirsty. Dura is sweating profusely enough for her seat to wet my fur. She can¡¯t keep that up forever. My asional nce back reveals her Ogre Tough pale skin is showing the first signs of a light sunburn (a mere human¡¯s fragile skin would be cracked and peeling by now). She¡¯ll never admit she¡¯s struggling. ¡°Flou, Dura¡¯s pale color stands out too much. We don¡¯t need unwanted attention; cover her.¡± Flou1¡¯s fur is a closer match to the sand, but it¡¯s far from a breathable fabric. Rather than make the heat more unbearable for the Ogress, the Fuzzy Slime bes something like a parasol with a bone handle. Dura doesn¡¯tment on how poorly this does the job of concealing her pale skin from spying eyes. We crest another dune and descend at speeds to make anyone¡¯s stomach flip. While we¡¯re practically in freefall, a rises from the sand like a startled bird. I crash into the trap and the three of us tumble downhill in a knot of rope and limbs. Durands atop me already struggling to break free, but it¡¯s difficult to bring her strength to bear when her arms and legs are tangled. I can¡¯t burn us free lest I damage mypanions. Thankfully, Flou1 reverts to Fuzzy Slime form and slips loose from the confusion of limbs. Unfortunately, half a dozen daggers nt themselves in Flou1¡¯s nks as a group of Sand Goblins burst from concealment. They wear long robes and white cloth wrappings to conceal their faces, leaving only the eyes, pointed nose, and long, t ears poking through. Their skin is a dusty grey instead of green. Their hands clench bone knives like butchers ready to go to work. ¡°~Laah,aah,y down your arms~¡± Lucinia swoops low with a song on her lips. The Sand Goblins swoon along with her music for a moment. Then, first one Goblin, and then another stabs their hand or cuts off an ear. They awaken from the melody¡¯s trance and proceed to clear theirrades¡¯ heads as well. Bone daggers arc toward Lucinia and she¡¯s forced to ascend out of their range. However, that bought us a crucial minute. The daggers must have missed Flou¡¯s core because she regains enough cohesion to form a toothy maw and bite through one of the ropes. That loosens Dura¡¯s arms, and she begins grabbing and tearing at the with tremendous strength. I stoke my embers with Cinderwolf Rush while biting at my restraints. ¡°Why ¡®ttack? Me Gobbo!¡± Dura says. ¡°You Gobbo, not S¡¯Gobbo!¡± ¡°Ya, ya! Not S¡¯Gobbo!¡± ¡°Kill teh heathen!¡± Dura finally staggers away from me, taking hits from several thrown bone knives. The cuts are shallow thanks to her Ogre Toughness. Then she summons her Ogre Club and charges the Sand Goblins. Cinderwolf Rush! Cinderwolf Rush! Fiery pain blossoms in my core and spreads through my limbs, but the ignites immediately. The Sand Goblins are too focused on fighting the foreign Gobbo to throw me a bone. Another second surrounded by me and I¡¯m free, ripping through the remains of the like paper. The Sand Goblins scatter while pelting Dura with knives as she rushes them. The Ogress realizes they¡¯re more agile, if not faster, and chasing them is a losing game. So, instead, she throws her club at one. Her prodigious strength sends the projectile flying end over end while practically whistling. The studded end embeds itself in a Sand Goblin¡¯s chest, spraying blood everywhere. Flou1 telekically grabs the airborne blood droplets with her magic and draws them into herself. The Fuzzy Slime swells in size and lunges at the nearest Sand Goblin, biting his arm off. I burn through the line of Sand Goblins like wildfire. My jaws snap at limbs, teeth slicing through bone as I spread mes to their cloth wrappings. They scream, drop, and roll to put themselves out. Dura summons one club after another, throwing them without pause as they appear in her open palms. Most Sand Goblins in her sights fall in bloody, broken heaps. Some dive to the side, the flying clubs merely turning their limbs to paste on impact. Flou1 chews through her first Sand Goblin before proceeding to her second, their knives unable to find her core while she replenishes herself with their blood, but the battle is almost over. By the time I finish another ming dash through their ranks, all the Sand Goblins are on the ground, dead or dying. ¡°Bring back one ¡¯live for Alex?¡± Dura asks with her club raised. ¡°Nah, too much hassle,¡± I say. Why take the time to guard one from escaping while having to protect it from dying throughout the day or else waste the effort? Not to mention making sure they don''t stab us in the back. All for one shitty mark? ¡°The mission takes priority.¡± ¡°Mmm, ¡¯kay.¡± Dura brings the club down on a crawling Sand Goblin that explodes in a gory mess. At least it¡¯s a quick death. Flou1 returns to my neck as I gradually cool. ¡°What were they doing here?¡± ¡°Good question,¡± Lucinia says as shends in our midst. I have to admit she proved useful. ¡°I haven¡¯t seen any of them around for miles.¡± ¡°Maybe they only move at night,¡± I suggest, earning some surprised nces at the smart guess. Hey, as a hunter, I know how prey and other predators think! A familiar scent wafts to my nostrils and I find myself trotting over to the side of a dune. Snuffling around in the sand, I find what I¡¯m looking for. A few seconds spent digging while the others watch in confusion reveals what caught my interest. It¡¯s a Sand Goblin cache. Basically, there¡¯s a long wooden box buried in the sand. I smell preserved meat and dried fruit inside. *Thump!* ¡°Eh?¡± I shift to humanoid form and try to pry open the lid. Dura smashes the padlock with the butt of her club, and we throw the top aside to find a struggling figure in a bup sack amid the rations. Gripping the fabric with my ws, I shred it apart and tear the prisoner free. ¡°You saved me!¡± a Cactus girl exims as she throws her arms around me in a hug; her huge, soft breasts squish pleasantly against my more modest chest. I flinch and recoil, expecting to be skewered by her spines, but I¡¯m¡­ fine? She notices my reaction, pushes me away, and pouts. ¡°It¡¯s not like I couldn¡¯t have escaped on my own, though. Hmph!¡± She¡¯s tall, around six feet, with a slim waist, and impressive melons (her breasts are thergest of the three of us, and Dura is a big girl!). A leafy green skirt conceals herhers and a matching top supports her heavy rack. Side slits on her skirt proudly bare the smooth green skin of her long legs. Her naked midriff also disys the sleek flesh of her belly. Needles grow all along her legs, sides, and arms from ankle to shoulder. A ring of thick spikes protrude from her neck and wrists like a choker and wristbands. Her hair is white and downy soft with a hundred dark curved spines poking through the fluff. She has a pink flower in her hair slightly off-center like an ent piece to provide a ssh of color for her outfit. ¡°Howe I¡¯m not a pincushion?¡± I ask, looking down at my bare skin and fur to confirm theck of puncture wounds. She frowns at me, and I suddenly realize how God Beast damned cute she is. That adorable re is impossible to take seriously. ¡°Rude! Cactus folk only prick people they don¡¯t like, see,¡± she says while poking a needle protruding from her arm with a fingertip. The spine bends like a stiff whisker rather than piercing her flesh. Something urs to her, and she blushes deep green as her eyes go wide with anger. ¡°That doesn¡¯t mean I like you or anything! Why shouldn¡¯t I avoid stabbing the person who helped me out?!?¡± Fuck, she¡¯s even cuter when she¡¯s flustered. That blush is making my stomach flip. I push down my interest to focus on business, ¡°Have you seen any Lizard folk recently?¡± Whether we have to kill her depends on the girl¡¯s answer. If she hurt Alex¡¯s pet Kobold¡­ ¡°Eh? You¡¯re not even going to ask for my name? What¡¯s wrong with you!?! Moron!¡± She balls her hands into fists and brings them down on my shoulders and corbone. The ¡®blows¡¯ are light, not even bruising, and the spikes that brush against me bend instead of piercing my skin. She¡¯s clearly not trying to hurt me. ¡°Dura confuse. Cactus ¡¯ttack, but Suka stand dere all goo-goo eye.¡± The Ogress raises her club. ¡°Dura smash?¡± Oops, I got distracted by the way this Treefolk¡¯s jugs jiggle when she pumps her arms like that. And her angry face is doing weird things to myhers. I think I''m getting wet. ¡°Hey! What kind of moron smashes someone they just met for no reason?!?¡± Damn, she¡¯s loud, but I don¡¯t hate her sweet voice. I catch the Ogress¡¯s arm. ¡°Dura, no smash.¡± Then I turn to the Cactus folk and ask, ¡°What¡¯s your name, girl?¡± She blushes again as if I¡¯ve taken her off-guard. ¡°F-finally. My father named me Bombycina, but my mom wanted to name me Isabe after my human grandmother. I¡¯d have my friends call me that¡­ if I had any.¡± Her shoulders slump for a moment before an inner well of flustered energy bubbles up in her again. ¡°We just met, so you definitely shouldn¡¯t!!!¡± ¡°Alright, Isabe, what do you know about the Lizardfolk?¡± The Cactus girl flushes all over when I call her by the nickname she provided and another pink flower blooms in her hair. ¡°L-l-lizards? Nothing, I guess. I¡¯ve been trapped in that trunk since yesterday and haven¡¯t seen anything. If I ever see another Sand Goblin, I¡¯ll¡ª¡± She notices the dead Sand Goblins around us and pauses mid-fury-stomp. ¡°Oh, well, you¡¯ve already in the foul things. I supposed I should be grateful¡­¡± "Nice to meet you, Isabe. My name is Lucinia." The bird''s woman half bows. The cactus girl doesn''t react as strongly to the second use of her name. "The Ogress is Dura, and this lovely wolf-" ¡°-Okay, we¡¯lle back through hereter today." This is taking too long and not moving us closer topleting the mission. "We''re burning daylight." She is hot, though. "I¡¯m inviting you to the orgy tonight!¡± It won¡¯t matter to Alex which Cactus folk I return with as long as I¡¯ve got one, and I like Isabe better than those prickly pear sisters. ¡°O-orgy!?! Wait, hold on. Before you go,¡± she calls, stopping us from leaving as she points at Dura and Lucinia. ¡°You¡¯re sweating all over the ce! Keep going like this and you¡¯ll get dehydrated.¡± The Ogress frowns. ¡°Dura no d-high-drate.¡± I sigh. These two will never get anything done with their pride in the way. ¡°You¡¯re right, Isabe, I¡¯ve been parched for a while, now. Could you give me a drink with your Water Magic? And Dura, Lucinia, if I¡¯m stopping, you might as well join.¡± This time, the Ogress shrugs in agreement. The Siren graciously epts. "Water? Morons! Look at how much you''ve sweated! You need something better than water, or you''ll get sick. Here." She removes her top to reveal two glorious tits in their entirety flopping free. The juicy, bouncy melons are full to bursting with sulent liquid. They make me drool just looking at them. Her nipples are bright pink and pert like tiny fruit. "My cactus water is full of electrolytes! But don''t get the wrong idea, I''m only doing this because you killed the Sand Goblins." Pride is one thing, but neither Dura nor I are about to turn down breasts like hers! We both kneel and throw an arm around her waist while taking a firm, fruity-smelling nipple in our mouths. I suckle and slightly sweet, slightly salty water flows into my mouth. The vor contains hints of tropical citrus and coconut that tantalize my taste buds without being cloyingly syrupy. Isabe fills me with her essence and refreshes my body fully. Every inch of me is replenished and fortified by the delightful elixir. The desert''s heat no longer feels so oppressive. Then something stiffens against my belly. I brush aside her leafy skirt to bare her crotch. A hard green girlcock stares back at me, ribbed and waxy-smooth like cactus skin but bare of needles, ten inches long. Spines decorate her crotch, but they don''t prick my exploring hands despite her verbal protests. "H-hey! S-stop! That''s not... Ahn!" My mouth closes around the fat pink ns of her dick and I flick a concentrated dollop of her vor from the tip. I let her thick precum coat my tongue as my lips take her length deeper inch by supple, turgid inch. Pulling away momentarily, I say, ¡°You say one thing, but this hard thing seems a lot more honest,¡± before shoving her into my throat. "M-m-moron! Going this far without even telling me your name! That¡¯s way too rude! Ah-ahhhn!¡± Swirling my tongue around her rod¡¯s head shuts her up for a few seconds. She forgets to ask my name and mes me for going too fast? What a silly monster. I release her long enough to speak in a husky voice, "The name¡¯s Suka. Don''t forget it if you want to finish." Then I put her in the hot oven of my mouth again. She gasps and throws her head back while her hips start to gyrate in sync with my tongue. My fingers search for testicles between her legs, instead discovering a delightful surprise. Her member is a great, swollen clit at the top of her soft vulva. No needles surround her bare pussy. Herbia are smooth and waxy-slick like her cock. I send two digits plunging into her cunt and her back arches. "Oh, yes! Like that! Like that! B-but don''t get the wrong idea! I''m only letting you do this because you used my nickname. You''re lucky I didn''t let you wander off into the desert without sor." I curl my fingers to hit her g-spot. ¡°Fffuck!¡± Dura releases Isabe¡¯s teat to wet her finger before resuming suckling and sends her moist digit below deck. I feel the Ogress¡¯s digit part Isabe¡¯s cheeks and plunder her booty. Then Lucinia joins in to take her turn with the cactus girl''s free nipple while shoving avian breasts against a smooth green tummy. ¡°Aaahhhnn!¡± We proceed to triple-team her, Lucinia and Dura drinking cactus juice while pumping her pucker, and me deepthroating her girlcock while fingerbanging her cunt. Except, whenever I feel her muscles clench and her hips thrust against my face, I retreat to leave her shaft without sor. She res down at me as if in betrayal, but I stare back in challenge, shameless as I resume my blowjob. I made my price perfectly clear. This time, as Isabe reaches the tipping point, she acknowledges who¡¯s doing who a favor. ¡°Yes¡­ yes¡­ yes! I¡¯m almost there, please¡­ Suka¡­¡± I bob my head deep and fast, kissing her pubic mound with each thrust as she stuffs my throat. My fingers fly in her pussy. ¡°Sukaaahhhnnn!!!¡± Cactus pussy juice sshes my fingers as her cunt clenches on me and her girlcock convulses. I pull back my head until only her ns sits between my lips as each of her dick spasms releases arge spurt of cum onto my tongue. The consistency is simr to aloe vera pulp and the vor is much like her cactus water, but sweeter with more concentrated tropical vors and a hint of musk. It¡¯s delicious. She fills my mouth with her splooge until my cheeks bulge. When the final squirts of her rod run dry, I withdraw from her member and open my mouth wide to show I¡¯ve taken every drop of her load. Then, when our eyes lock, I gulp it all down at once. Isabe¡¯s face flushes the deepest, verdant green yet and a dozen more flowers bloom in her hair. She goes weak in the knees, but I catch her in my arms and gently lower her to the sand as she falls. Dura¡¯s finger pops free from her backdoor and the Ogress releases her breast, stomach full of cactus water. Lucinia ps away as well. ¡°That was¡­ incredible,¡± Isabe whispers breathlessly as she leans against me. Our breasts touch in a marshmallow heaven. I grip her chin with my fingers and tilt her head towards me. Our smoldering gazes connect as our lipse within inches of one another, then millimeters. Then she turns her head aside and continues, ¡°F-f-for a first try! You¡¯ll have to do a lot better than that if you want a kiss from me, missy!¡± She can be frustrating to deal with, but I¡¯vee to enjoy this little game. It¡¯ll make conquering her that much sweeter. ¡°Hey, what¡¯s he doing?¡± Flou1 asks, having kept her head clear while on lookout. We turn to see one of the Sand Goblins isn¡¯t dead, instead crawling on his elbows with his legs shattered, and now brandishing a strange instrument on a long spike. He plunges the stake into the ground as we watch in confusion. ¡°Don¡¯t let him activate it!¡± Isabe shouts, toote. The Sand Goblin takes the top half of the device and ps it on the stake. He lifts and ms the two halves together repeatedly, making a resounding thumping noise I can feel reverberating in my feet as it echoes through the dunes. ¡°Wha dat do?¡± Dura asks. The ground shakes and rumbles. ¡°Run!¡± 100. Charlatan Forest, Part 2 (R-18) 100. Chatan Forest, Part 2 (R-18) Gabby, Gale, and Megan all exim as vines hoist each of them into the air by the ankle. We¡¯ve gone and gotten ourselves caught in a trap baited by Fruit Nymphs. I leap for Gale. The avian girl¡¯s talons are being restrained, making her the most vulnerable of the captured trio. My Harpy Lightweight mark and Ogre Strength allow me to dart through the air like an arrow. Knowing all the ways my rescue attempt could go wrong, I grab onto Gale and refuse to let go to maximize my chances. Thest thing I need to happen is to waste my window severing her bindings only for more to drag her out of my reach. With this method, I put myself in more danger, but I won¡¯t be separated from my Harpy girl. Gabby arrests her movement with a spell, growing vines from nearby trees that grab her limbs to anchor herself. Then she uses Ember Magic on a section of the enemy vines to sever them. Her opponent¡¯s mistake was not disarming her rods. Megan¡¯s fur bikini (Flou3) ces a crystal-blood dagger in her palm and she uses the weapon to cut herself free. The mouse girl falls, but Jonny in his Stone Ooze girlfriend suit catches her. Olindia¡¯s Pink Jellyfish Slime tentacles extend from my body to anchor us to nearby foliage and grapple the vines pulling on Gale. With our movement halted, I have the luxury to burn through the vines with Ember Magic while looking around. There! I find a Pitcher Treefolk below us. She has green skin, green hair, massive tits, and her crotch melds seamlessly into the lid of a ten-foot-tall acid-filled pitcher. Bitch was trying to drop us into her open stomach. Last time I fought one, my spears didn¡¯t do jack shit. Thedy half is a decoy like the lure of an anglerfish; it doesn¡¯t die if you stab her through the heart. Piercing the pitcher didn¡¯t do much either; the puncture wounds bleed too slowly. Today, I have a new weapon. ¡°Go, Harpy Matron Air Magic!¡± I focus on the air in front of my hand,pressing, condensing, and shaping the magic until I form a sharp edge. Then I fire the Air de at the Pitcher Treefolk¡¯s body. She interposes branches from nt Growth and her own vines, but they barely slow the cutting force. A gaping wound opens in the Pitcher¡¯s side that vomits acidic green bile. The Treefolk shrieks in pain and turns to flee. I¡¯m about to throw another Air de at the retreating form when I hear Gabby¡¯s battle cry. ¡°Gale, get us to Gabby!¡± ¡°On it!¡± The freed Harpy girl shreds the vines holding us with her talons, grabs my shoulders as I fall, and flies us through the canopy toward the sound of my Goblin wife¡¯s voice. She¡¯s struggling to defend herself from a second Pitcher Treefolk. Gabby counterspells its nt Growth spells and responds with dual casting,unching small rocks with Earth Magic, but they bounce off the Pitcher¡¯s belly. In turn, the nt monster sends its vines after the Goblin girl, only to have them be entangled with Gabby¡¯s nt Growth spell. Meanwhile, the Treefolk lumbers its acid-filled bulk closer and closer. I shoot another Air de, cutting through the undergrowth and tearing a wide swath in the monster¡¯s side. This one doesn¡¯t stay to fight either. Are these Treefolk cowardly, or am I that scary? ¡°Alex!¡± ¡°It¡¯s Megan!¡± Gale shouts as the three of us about-face and charge toward the mouse girl and the duo protecting her. Jonny in his Brenda suit is facing off against a third Pitcher Treefolk. It seems Megan nted three crystal-blood daggers in the monster¡¯s bulk, but they aren¡¯t aplishing anything. We¡¯re just in time to see the Stone-Ooze-covered man rip through the vines trying to restrain him and throw a heavy rock punch. The blow sends ripples through the Treefolk¡¯s whole body and caves in part of the pitcher. However, the disced acides spilling out the pitcher¡¯s mouth and all over its assant. ¡°Jonny!¡± I shoot Air de after Air de at the wounded Treefolk. My slices sever vines, dice apart the decoy body, and chop the pitcher body into chunks. Another few for good measure and it finally goes still. Gabby hoses down Jonny and Brenda with Water Magic to wash away all the acid covering them. Thankfully, Brenda had the presence of mind topletely envelop Jonny when they were sshed, letting him escape damage. The Stone Ooze herself, on the other hand¡­ Jonny is ejected naked onto the forest floor as Brenda stumbles away clutching at herself and moaning. He stands, and I put a restraining hand on his shoulder to stop him from running to her. I can tell something is happening. Cracks propagate throughout Brenda¡¯s body and a thinyer of glowing green slime bleeds through. She crumples in on herself, pauses, then stands again slowly. She turns to us, changed. Brenda¡¯s eyes open to reveal luminescent green slime pupils, sclera, and even eyshes. Her nose and ears glow with inner light like the entrances of a cave hosting a fire. Her nipples and crotch glow slightly as well, though there¡¯s no slime visible at the moment. She opens her mouth to speak, showing green slime lips, teeth, tongue, and uv. ¡°I feel strange¡­ better.¡± The now presumably Green Stone Ooze looks to me like a creature from deep underwater, perhaps green anemones embedded in a hollow rock on the ocean floor. Despite the name, her stoney portions remain grey as te. ¡°Green Slime! Green Slime!¡± Gabby chants, excitedly. She¡¯s happy to add more data to the Book of Monsters. ¡°It almost looks like a cohabitation of two disparate Slime-type elements instead of the usual fusion¡­¡± ¡°Brenda!¡± Jonny cries as he throws his arms around her shoulders and kisses her soundly. ¡°I worried I¡¯d lost you again.¡± She holds her head to steady herself. ¡°Here to stay.¡± ¡°What feels better?¡± I ask, curious. Gabby nods, seconding the question. Brenda seriously considers before responding. ¡°My human body had all kinds of aches and pains I never noticed until they were gone. My Stone body didn¡¯t have any of that, but it felt kind of stiff? In this body, I feel myself churning inside my stone skin. It¡¯s wild, in a good way.¡± I step forward. "We can''t dally for long, but I need to update my mark from you. Can we make it a quicky?" Brenda smilessciviously at me. "I don''t see why not. I''d like to see what this new body is made of. It''s fitting I should use it to repay my savior while servicing my husband?" She turns it into a question as she meets Jonny''s eyes. He returns her gaze with abundant affection, "I''d love nothing more." Jonny lies on the soft grass with his legs spread. Brenda prowls towards him on her hands and knees while lewdly lolling out her tongue. The glowing green cavern of her mouth and throat gapes for him invitingly before she plunges down onto his crotch. "Gahhh! Oh, fuck! B-Brenda, that''s... Ahn!" The young man squirms and moans beneath the Stone Ooze while she takes him to the root. Her head doesn''t move or show signs of activity, but Jonny''s intense reaction inly demonstrates the Green Slime has something incredible going on inside. Then I approach her from behind. Her stony cheeks spread for me when I pull them apart, revealing the tight green rosebud of her pucker and the exotic anemone-like spread of herbial lips. I can''t resist a taste. Kneeling before the altar of her pussy, I take her fragile flower in my mouth. To my shock, her vor reminds me of sour apple! It''s positively delicious. Ive my tongue across her divot and find it equally sulent. I''ve often imed I could spend hours eating out my girls, but I might reallymit to that with a cunt this tasty! The soft, slick texture of her luminescent flesh is also fun to y with. But I can rx with a long oral session in thefort of my own home. We need to move on soon. So, I rise to my feet, cock in hand, and align myself with her green tunnel entrance. Pushing inside, I find a whole new world. Brenda¡¯s gooey interior is dexterous with a firm grip. It feels like a dozen tongues and mouths are on me at once with the tightness of a virginal cunt. ¡°Ahhhn!¡± My hips start moving on their own, unable to resist the hypnotic draw of her depths. ¡°Well, I suppose it¡¯s time to put that tongue to work, human,¡± Gabby says as she squats over the young man¡¯s head, facing me. She doesn¡¯t bother waiting for a response before sitting on his face. Hope you like the taste of Goblin ass, Jonny! It¡¯s an acquired taste for some, but I find the vor quite addicting. I survey the scene, appreciating how we have Brenda spitroasted and Jonny reverse-spitroasted. Then I see Megan putting two of Gabby¡¯s Twisted Apprentice rods together end-to-end to make a double-dildo. The Goblin¡¯s eyes go wide as Megan positions it between herself and Gale as they present their posteriors on hands (or wings) and knees atop a Fuzzy Slime carpet. The magical rods stem from a Twisted Apple Treefolk¡¯s cock that Gabby perverted to her use with blood and magic, even grafting it onto herher-flesh, forever linking it to herself. Even removed from her body, she continues to feel what it feels. Then she made another one with nt Growth from the grafted root on her groin. Now both of those dildo/cocks are entering two beautiful pussies simultaneously. Gabby¡¯s eyes roll up into her head as Gale and Megan¡¯s asses press together, the fully engulfed Twisted dildoes bulging their bellies. Then the bird and mouse start to move. ¡°Aaahhhnnn!!!¡± The pleasure-tortured cryes from Gabby¡¯s throat while the lesbian lovers grunt against one another. It¡¯s all the Goblin girl can do to keep her hips grinding against Jonny¡¯s face. Then my womb stirs as my tenant exits my tunnel. Olindia manifests herself behind me in her Large Pink Jellyfish Slime dress with tendrils flying left and right. Except, instead of targeting the others, her tentacles focus on me today. Large fleshy pink pseudopods warm from my body heat ram roughly into my pussy and pucker. My feminine channel is well ustomed to this treatment, but my rosebud provides a modicum of resistance before the squishy but firm pink invader shoves inside. ¡°Mmm, ah, ahhn!¡± The sensation of being filled is incredible. I bite my lip and whimper as myher holes get stretched to the limit. Heavy breasts squish against my bare shoulders as Olindia whispers in my ear, "Alex, has anyone ever mentioned you make the cutest expressions when taking it in the ass?" I rock my hips forward and back, feeling my cock slide in and out of Brenda¡¯s blissful pussy while my poor ravaged holes get further stuffed each time I withdraw. I can¡¯tst much longer! Jonny jerks and bucks as the pleasure bes too much. He erupts inside Brenda, but the Green Stone Ooze lets not a drop leak. Gabby copses into a quivering mess atop the young man as apple-vored splooge explodes from Gale and Megan''s pussies simultaneously. The bird and mouse girls moan, twitch, and grind against one another until the spasms subside, copsing into Flou3¡¯s warm, cushioned Fuzzy embrace. Brenda thrusts her hips back hard, catching me between a rock and tentacles up my soft ces. The Pink Slime girl hugs me tight, ample bosom flush against my shoulders as she stiffens inside me. The sensational feedback on her tentacles are much like real cocks and she¡¯s able to finish with them alone. Then Olindia reaches around to pinch my nipples and I shoot over the edge to a spectacr climax. I paint the Stone Ooze¡¯s insides with rope after rope of sticky cum even though I¡¯m sure she immediately digests it. *Green Slime Lover ¨C One Slime Mark!* *Marks Consolidated!* *Green Stone Ooze Lover ¨C Two Slime Marks!* *Slime Marks ¨C Three* Slime Constitution Slime Core Slime Constitution (Jl, Fz, Pk, Lg, Sm, Rd, Gr) Slime Malleability Slime Malleability (Jl, Fz, Pk, Lg, Sm, Rd, Gr) Slime Mutability Slime Amalgamation Slime Mutability (Jl, Fz, Pk, Lg, Sm, Rd, Gr) Slime Hair / Legs / Arms / Stature (Rd, Pk, St, Gr) Slime Hair / Legs / Arms / Stature Stone Ooze Body Green Slime Acid Resistance Jellyfish Slime Tentacles Fuzzy Slime Flesh Shaping Large Slime Stature Fuzzy Slime Fur Pink Slime Restoration Small Swarm Slime Multitasking Red Slime Blood Magic Stone Ooze Skin The way I see it, there are two problems with Stone Ooze Skin. Firstly, I¡¯m afraid of losing tactile sensations. Brenda herself reported feeling ¡®stiff.¡¯ Secondly, I can onlybine two skin-type body modifications with Slime Amalgamation. That means giving up Photosynthesis and Pitcher Treefolk Vines (because that mark depends on having a nt-type body modification equipped) or Lizardfolk Scales. Both seem like poor trades. Meanwhile, Green Slime Acid Resistance has a huge appeal in this environment. If I need to dive into a Pitcher Treefolk to save one of my girls, I¡¯ll do it without hesitation! Having to navigate my tummy menu in a situation like we just had where everyone got split up and every second counts would be disastrous. Slime Mutability allows me to transfer Slime Marks to another mark tree temporarily, but I¡¯ve already selected almost everything good avable. Keep my options open or take the clear and ready advantage? There¡¯s having flexibility, and then there¡¯s hoarding. I¡¯m not a hoarder. *Selected Slime Hair!* *Selected Green Slime Hair!* *Selected Green Slime Acid Resistance!* My hair turns blue and goopy, then green and glowy. I guess green is my color today. Then a tingle spreads throughout my body as an invisibleyer of acid resistance settles over me. Always good to have a passive resistance ability. I¡¯ll probably refund the hair modification tomorrow morning since it appears to be mainly cosmetic. I''m afraid changing my arms, legs, or body to slime would alter my fighting style in dangerously unknown ways. Maybe throwing spears or jumping would suddenly be difficult! ¡°Ready, Alex?¡± Gabby says as she polishes her spectacles. I nod. Gale and Megan have cleaned themselves up, Flou3 is back in fur bikini form on the mouse girl, and Olindia crawled back inside me while I worked. Brenda leans forward and her back opens like the zipper of a wet suit, revealing andscape of glowing green tentacles within the rocky exterior. Jonny steps inside her with a little trepidation, more from where her tentacles might probe than any sense of danger. Once he adjusts to the change and can walk straight without an odd hitch to his gait, we move out. 101. Charlatan Forest, Part 3 (R-18) 101. Chatan Forest, Part 3 (R-18) I¡¯d say we¡¯re hunting Fruit Nymphs, but the truth is that we¡¯re wandering around aimlessly. I don¡¯t have Wolf Nose or a trail to go by. Seriously, that¡¯s the second time today I regretted not having it. You don¡¯t know what you have until it¡¯s gone! It¡¯s fine, though. We¡¯ll keeping across Treefolk as long as we continue heading south. We hit the meandering brook (more of a small river around these parts) repeatedly and steer clear each time. The spring must be located nearby, but I¡¯m not looking for sexy freshwater mermaids today, I swear! Eventually, wee across a clearing in the woods. ¡°I recognize this ce,¡± Brenda says, her eyes full of memories. ¡°There used to be¡­¡± She rushes forward to the edge of the underbrush, bringing Jonny inside her along for the ride. We tromp on after her, earning a, ¡°Shh!¡± from the Stone Ooze for our troubles. Each of us peers through leaves and branches to get a good look at the meadow. ¡°Adult Mandragora!¡± Gabby whisper-shouts. Half a dozen naked, green-skinned men and women are at work in the clearing. ¡°Look, they¡¯re tending the nts! The affinities they develop in this stage of their evolution determine what path they take going forward. It¡¯s fascinating to watch.¡± Indeed, each of the Mandragora uses a first-tier version of nt Growth to stimte various herbs, flowers, and trees as we watch. One of them coaxes a blueberry bush to bear fruit. Another prods a stingingtle weed to double its size. I see a willow tree on the far side of the clearing being simrly tended. ¡°They look so peaceful¡­¡± I say, wondering what could twist pleasant young people like them into monsters like the rotten Apple Treefolk. My eyes are naturally glued to the tits and asses on disy more than anything else, though. The Mandragora are full-sized humanoids with their main monstrous features being green skin and leafy hair with little else betraying their inhumanity. A few of them have flowers growing from their skin in various ces as if in self-decoration. My Goblin wife mumbles to herself, ¡°I need their precious nectar to be an Herbalist.¡± Oh, yeah. This is actually the main reason we came. That was easier than I thought¡­ ¡°Wait,¡± Brenda says as Jonny holds up their arm to block us from advancing into the meadow. ¡°Well, what is it?¡± Gabby asks, clearly impatient to get started harvesting the critical fluid. The Stone Ooze stands her (Jonny¡¯s) ground. ¡°It¡¯s weird for Mandragora to range this far. They don¡¯t usually leave the Nursery until they evolve. I remember; the Fruit Nymphs used to ¡®y¡¯ with us here when we came of age. This clearing was their feeding ground. I wonder...¡± ¡°But the Mandragora are here now, minding their own business,¡± I say. ¡°It¡¯s kind of an open and shut case, right?¡± ¡°Ten minutes,¡± Brenda requests. Gabby harrumphs but settles in for the wait. I watch the sun creep a degree across the sky while counting the minutes. It only takes five. ¡°Get dem!¡± A cry rises from across the meadow as a dozen Goblins and Hobs break cover to charge the Mandragoras. ¡°Shit! Bruke knows about the Herbalist evolution,¡± Gabby realizes. ¡°These Gobbos are here to finish what I started.¡± My wife made no secret of her evolution experiments during her time in the Ogre Fen. Quite the opposite, and some of those lessons apparently sank into the thick skulls there. We don¡¯t want to face an army of Goblin Herbalists in the big battleing up, that¡¯s for certain. ¡°We have to stop them.¡± ¡°Watch,¡± Brenda cautions to our dismay, but we exercise self-control and listen to her. We observe as the nt monsters retreat, some of them moving in odd directions. By that I mean not towards the closest cover but some unknownndmark. The Gobbos don¡¯t seem to notice, pursuing the Mandragora regardless of where their prey runs. The Goblins and Hobs sprint for all they¡¯re worth, catching the Mandragoras one after another. Both male and female Gobbos push their victims down and mount the nt monsters out in the open for all to see. Dick or pussy doesn¡¯t seem to matter to them, with at least one Goblin male rutting a Mandragora boy¡¯s ass. Size doesn¡¯t seem to matter either. The Goblins are surprisingly strong for their stature and the few Mandragoras who struggle are held down by Hobs. At least the Mandragora boy seems to be enjoying the rear-entry, thrusting back against his captor¡¯s groin in tandem with the Goblin¡¯s frantic movements. I raise an eyebrow at Brenda. The Stone Ooze, her face manifested on Jonny¡¯s full-body rock armor still weird to look at, darts her glowing green eyes back at the field. ¡°The trap is sprung.¡± One Mandragora ducks behind a willow tree and disappears. When the pursuant Goblin tries to follow, the willow unfurls arms that grab and hold him. A mature woman¡¯s silhouette with gigantic breasts emerges from the trunk as she embraces her captive and forces him to pound his pecker in her wooden cunt while he suffocates buried in her bosom. ¡°Busty Willow Treefolk,¡± Gabby identifies. Another Mandragora approaches the brush where a score of wooden tentacles dart from concealment to entangle the Hob at her heels. The Gobbo is quickly dragged from sight. ¡°Strangler Fig Treefolk.¡± A Mandragora girlughs sadistically as the ground at her feet opens beneath her would-be rapists. They fall with a ssh and their screams aresoon cut short. The earth heaves to reveal her as a Pitcher Treefolk that buried its lower half beneath the ground. Her vines clutch at any other Gobbos foolish enough to be in range. I guess the top and bottom halves can separate and rejoin? I swear I saw her running to the spot where her body was buried. "Ahn!" the rutting Goblin yells as he creampies his ''victim''s'' ass, oblivious to the danger while his mind is clouded with lust-haze. Then the Mandragora boy enjoying being taken from behind transforms before our eyes. Red stalks tipped with glistening dew spring from his shoulders and hair. A white flower bud on a slender green stem grows from the top of his head. Pad-like tendril-leaves sprout from his back, each covered in those red stalks. Where the dew tips of the red stalks touch Goblin skin, smoke rises along with screams. The Gobbo attempts to flee but finds the false-Mandragora¡¯s skin covered in a sticky glue-like sap. Escape is impossible as the pad-like tendrils growrge enough to engulf the Goblin entirely before curling into a ball. ¡°Sundew Trap, precursor to the infamous Venus Trap.¡± The peaceful meadow has be a killing field. With the danger revealed, I don¡¯t hesitate any longer. ¡°Air de!¡± I fling a flying scythe at the Pitcher Treefolk; I¡¯vee to loathe them on sight and won¡¯t suffer one to live. My attack cuts a gaping wound in the pitcher¡¯s side, causing half-digested skeletons to pour forth. Another Air de widens the cut, and a third slices the Treefolk in half. Even this hardy species can¡¯t survive such grievous injury and falls still. ¡°Retreat!¡± the surviving Hobs and Gobbos call while fleeing, as afraid of me as of the nt monsters. They don¡¯t even notice Gabby as mypanions follow me into the clearing. The Strangler Fig is gone; I didn¡¯t even get a good look at them. The Sundew Trap finishes his meal, neither fleeing nor attacking. I move on to the Busty Willow and the Goblin guy she has trapped. He¡¯s suffocating, but otherwise alright. I need to be delicate or else she¡¯ll crush him in her death throes. Grabbing the Willow¡¯s arm, I try to pry him loose with my Ogre Strength. Wood creaks and one arm budges a few inches, but the other tightens as she shrieks, ¡°No, you shan¡¯t part us! I love him!¡± ¡°What the fuck?¡± ¡°I shall remain faithful when all others would forsake him! I¡¯ll keep the color of his eyes decades hence when none remembers his name. I¡¯ll give him the immortality of a tree¡¯s love!¡± ¡°Uhhh¡­ he''s choking.¡± ¡°It¡¯s no use talking to the Willows. They¡¯re crazy.¡± The Sundew Trap says as he sashays toward us. I notice the pad leaves have dropped from his back. His figure is slender like a dancer, but his hips re into a delicious ass. No, I won¡¯t lose focus! My biceps bulge as I pull the Willow¡¯s arm another few inches loose. ¡°You shall never have him, hussy! Don¡¯t worry, my love, I shan¡¯t let her take you from me. We will perish together!¡± ¡°He¡¯s engaged to a Dous Fir, wood-brain. You¡¯re the hussy,¡± the Sundew Trap says. ¡°Eh?¡± I blink, startled by the unexpected assist. ¡°My word! I never!¡± The Busty Willow releases the half-conscious Goblin guy, who falls on his ass and scrambles back. ¡°In all my years, this is the most¡ª¡± h, h, h, I tune her out as I turn to the male nt monster. ¡°Why help me?¡± The Sundew Trap spreads his arms and gestures at Gabby, Jonny in his Stone Ooze suit, Gale, and Megan in her fur bikini surrounding him. ¡°You killed Cephalo effortlessly,¡± he says, referring to the Pitcher I yed. ¡°She was a bitch, barely more than a mindless killing machine. I didn¡¯t want to end up like her and figured running was a fool¡¯s bet.¡± The Goblin we freed scrambles to his feet and dashes away only for Gabby to trip his feet with nt Growth. ¡°Better to see if I could make myself useful and throw myself on your tender mercies.¡± He''s smart enough to realize that fact. ¡°Can you make food for other monsters?¡± His face falls slightly. ¡°Sadly, no. My skills are mostly focused on appearing helpless until my dinner is close enough to melt with acidic glue.¡± ¡°I haven¡¯t forgotten you killed that Goblin. Why should I believe you won¡¯t attack us the moment we lower our guards?¡± ¡°Please, call me Drosera.¡± It feels a little self-serving to introduce himself without prompting, like he thinks I¡¯m less likely to execute someone if I know their name. ¡°I only kill to eat, and I let him cum inside me first. That¡¯s better than Cephalo gave her prey.¡± ¡°A low bar, if ever there was one,¡± Jonnyments. ¡°I won¡¯t need to eat again for days after that meal,¡± Drosera continues, eying Megan, ¡°Even that tasty little snack is safe around me for now.¡± Gale growls protectively as she gets between Drosera and her mousy wife. ¡°Whatever you¡¯re here for, you¡¯ll need a guide¡­¡± he suggests. ¡°Already got one,¡± Brenda says, referring to herself. Drosera frowns. ¡°I don¡¯t recognize you. When was thest time you visited Chatan Forest? Your information is out of date.¡± Brenda harrumphs. He probably can¡¯t ce her in his memory after her change from human to Ooze. ¡°I¡¯ve seen you before, though.¡± He shrugs with no furthereback. I decide to test him. ¡°Alright, then tell me why I didn¡¯t get a mark for the Willow Treefolk.¡± Gabby looks at me in surprise. ¡°You always get marks for oveing an obstacle, whether you deal with it using sex or violence, regardless if your ally deals the ¡®finishing blow.¡¯ Tricking her with words should¡¯ve counted.¡± ¡°My thoughts exactly,¡± I agree. ¡°I don¡¯t know what you mean by ¡®mark,¡¯¡± Drosera says. I exin my mark system to him, including what Gabby has deduced about how they¡¯re counted; I can¡¯t think how he could use it against me, especially if I keep him on a short leash. ¡°Interesting. I think I understand the problem. You gain marks for each unique rung in an evolution chain; that exins why you didn¡¯t get anything.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± His reasoning goes over my head, but Gabby seems to get it right away. ¡°Alex, don¡¯t you remember the ssifications of monsters from the Book? Page eighty seven.¡± ¡°Um¡­¡± My inner self goes rifling through the Quick Study copy in my mind. Eventually, I find what she¡¯s asking for, ¡°True Monster, Promoted, Minion, and Hybrid?¡± By definition: Minions are the spawn or construct of a True Monster, Promotions elevate a True Monster to a higher rank or tier, and Hybrids are the product of two or more entities beingbined in some way. The Book gives the example of a Hippogriff as the documented Hybrid of a Harpy with a Centaur. In other words, those subtypes aren''t real unique evolutionary rungs and won''t count towards my Mark totals. Gabby nods, ¡°Correct. Only True Monsters can evolve. The Servitors you fought under the mountain were Minion-type monsters. So, Sundew, what category does a Busty Willow fall under?¡± He shrugs. ¡°All I know is they don¡¯t evolve from Mandragoras normally and never be anything else. They¡¯re creations of the Elder.¡± Minions, maybe? Dunno. That¡¯s a bummer. I wanted to get a lot more marks here, but the avable pool is a bit shallower than hoped. I¡¯m sure there are still plenty of opportunities to encounter, though. ¡°I don¡¯t trust you,¡± I pronounce. Something doesn¡¯t sit right with me. He sighs. ¡°So, you¡¯re going to kill me after all? That¡¯s disappointing. I was hoping I¡¯d get to enjoy that beast between your legs.¡± Said beast twitches slightly in response. Drosera does have some assets I¡¯m interested in, and he can read that fact on my face. He lights up and gives me a devious smile. ¡°Perhaps there¡¯s a method of assurance that could satisfy you?¡± He wiggles his hips for me suggestively. I look him up and down. My criteria is a bit more sophisticated than mere appearances, but I''d be lying if I said it isn''t a factor. Besides his previously mentioned delicious ass, Drosera has an androgynous face and figure. With those pouty lips, soft cheekbones, and slim shoulders, he could pass as female to most people given a dress and hair extensions. He''s beautiful by any measure, the type who could be a realdy-killer if he swung that way. His cock is a modest size for a monster, his groin hairless and pristine, his balls sulent as cherries. My eyes slip from the confident smirk on those kissable lips back down to a plump posterior perfect for pounding. I want nothing more than to throw him to the ground and hammer that ass like a nail... I clear my throat and wipe a line a drool from the corner of my mouth. ¡°Ahem. Go on.¡± ¡°What creature in this world doesn¡¯t have instincts to protect their biological offspring? Even monsters like us? I prefer to Bottom, but I could put a Mandragora in you to save my life. Then you can rest assured I won¡¯t do anything to jeopardize my child.¡± That¡¯s not really the issue here. I can drop an egg for him to fertilize, no problem. Beyond that, I have my new Acid Resistance ability. But I¡¯m not worried about him attacking me. Bearing his child or being invulnerable won¡¯t protect my girls. Virtually anyone I pick up in ¡®Chatan Forest¡¯ is going to be suspect and Drosera already tricked and ate someone in front of me. Fool me twice¡­ On the other hand, my personal morality is that monsters are people too. I¡¯d like to protect this random Goblin we captured as well as Drosera as long as they don¡¯t act excessively cruel like the Pitcher Treefolk. Monsters eat monsters, that¡¯s a fact of life I don¡¯t hold against Gabby, Suka, and Dura, as long as they go ¡®Monster-Vegan¡¯ for me. I can¡¯t let the Goblin return to Bruke and join the battle against me in two days, but that¡¯s fine because holding this little guy captive will be easy. The problemes with a monster like Drosera: I don¡¯t want to kill him out of necessity, I can¡¯t let him go to act as an informant against me, and I can¡¯t risk him hurting Gale or Megan while my back is turned. This is a real pickle. ¡°Alex, I can do it.¡± Olindia slides from myher tunnel and manifests herself wearing that signature oversized pink jellyfish dress. ¡°Do to him what you did to Cottontail, and I¡¯ll ride in there. If he tries to, like, pull any shit, I¡¯ll melt him from the inside before he cany a skank finger on our girls.¡± Our girls? Did Olindia bond with Megan and the others after spending some time with them? I¡¯m a bit shocked to get such a considerate offer from the formerlyzy Slime girl. However, her suggestion does address my main concern, and this is absolutely the kind of behavior I want to encourage. Wrapping my arms around the busty Jellyfish Slime, I nt a tender kiss on her lips. ¡°Thank you, Olindia. Please, continue to protect them a while longer, and I can reward you properly tonight.¡± Her hand strokes my member to life as she returns my kiss. ¡°I expect big things from you.¡± She winks at me. Oh! I¡¯ll see what I can do. We turn to Drosera, who is staring at us curiously. I smile and say, ¡°Looks like you get to y with my beast after all.¡± 101.5 Bonus Chapter! (R-18) 101.5 Bonus Chapter! (R-18) Spoiler Pegging, Futa on Male, Footjob, Ball Sucking, Anilingus [copse] I tower over Drosera¡¯s 5¡¯5¡± tall frame andy my hands on his slender shoulders. He looks up at me and blushes deep green. The little red dew stalks sticking out of his hair and the single white flower bud bob as he shudders. ¡°Y-you¡¯re a big girl, aren¡¯t you?¡± he says, eyes going back and forth between meeting my gaze and examining my member. I step in close. I¡¯m not afraid of his acid; I have multiple defensive abilities (including Green Slime Acid Resistance) and healing on my team. This close, I can snap his neck the second he betrays me. Not that I expect him to try so soon while surrounded by my allies. Lowering my hand, I rub his t chest with my palm. There¡¯s a slickness to him as if he¡¯s oiled, though I know he can change it to sticky with a thought. ¡°Yeah, I like it that way.¡± His hands explore the muscles beneath my scales. He doesn''t seem interested in my curves or breasts, but curious fingers wander down to squeeze my firm bottom. ¡°I usually prefer men, but the truth is I¡¯m basically cock-sexual. Tits and pussy don¡¯t interest me, but if ady has something long and hard¡­¡± He bites his lip as his gaze drifts south again. ¡°She can bend me over all day and night.¡± I pinch his nipple hard between my thumb and forefinger, making him gasp. My other hand brushes through his hair before grabbing a fistful and yanking back as I capture his pouty, soft lips with mine. His saliva is thick and syrupy but only slightly sweet with a light fruit vor. The oddbination coats my tongue as I plunder his mouth. My monster-sized human erection presses into his smooth belly as his more modestly-sized thing prods my thigh. When we part for breath, I release his nipple and he pants heavily. ¡°I might just do that if you feel as good as you taste.¡± Looking over, I see Gale and Megan kneeling in front of Jonny. They¡¯ve decided to taste-test a human male¡¯s seed versus what I¡¯ve been giving them. A very important scientific endeavor, indeed. I don''t mind their curiosity in the slightest, or the eagerness in Jonny''s eye at the prospect of getting his dick wet. Seeing my wives y with my boyfriend further stokes my excitement. Brenda feels the same, opening the crotch of his Stone Ooze bodysuit to let the manly cock inside flop out to appreciative gasps. It''s longer than Megan''s head and makes Gale''s face look small byparison. Meanwhile, Gabby is standing over the captured Goblin guy. She has her foot on his cock, rubbing his dickhead between her toes. At the same time, she¡¯s stroking the twisted rod between her legs with the tip pointed at his face. Methinks she¡¯s taken some influence from Spindle! ¡°What¡¯s your name, little man?¡± the Goblin Apprentice asks in a condescending tone. ¡°Me T-Tokt, me Gobbo, dis feel good.¡± ¡°I can see that,¡± Gabby teases in a husky voice, ¡°If you want more, you¡¯ll have to beg.¡± Olindia masturbates with jellyfish tentacles stuffing her Pink Slime pussy while watching them y mistress and ve. I throw Drosera to the ground, himughing and rolling onto his belly. He arches his back to pop his ass up at me. It¡¯s round and full, his groin hairless and clean. His firm testicles are ripe for the tasting and his erect, five-inch member rests between his thighs pressed together. I spread his cheeks to reveal the pink recess of his pucker. It¡¯s a tantalizing sight between those plump green hills. Unable to resist temptation, I dive between his buttocks to shove my tongue in hisher hole. His skin has the same light and slightly sweet fruitiness as his saliva, though less syrupy. My kisses drift lower to his bollocks, which I take in my mouth. ¡°Ahn!¡± He moans as I roll his testicles around with my tongue, savoring the sensation of his unspent cum churning beneath skin. I suck and pull, stretching his scrotum and causing his fingers to scrape the ground before releasing the Sundew Trap¡¯s balls with a satisfied gasp. My tongue skates across his taint,pping at the soft trail leading from soft rosebud to hard erection before licking the length of his member. Filled with inspiration and desire, I rise to hastily scroll through my menus. *Selected Webling Jumper Aphrodisiac Venom!* I slip his cock in my mouth, slide down until his tip enters my throat, slurp his taut sack passed my lips, take his whole twig and berries in my mouth, and sink my fangs into his perineum. ¡°Aaahhh!!!¡± Drosera¡¯s cock goes rigid, and his balls squeeze themselves as gobs of slick Sundew spunk fills my mouth. He shudders and his groin convulses as he groans and cums spurt after spurt on my tonsils. When the paroxysms subside, he¡¯s still hard as if he¡¯d taken a dose of ancient human Viagra. I withdraw with my lips tight, letting his cock and balls flop free onto his creamy matcha thighs. ¡°W-what have you d-done to me? My whole b-body is¡­ fuck,¡± Drosera gasps between panting breaths like he finished running a mile. I spit his slippery semen onto his satin asshole, using it for lubrication, and align my member with his entrance. Then I thrust against his pucker. ¡°Ah-ahhh!¡± My cock slides into his silken cer with a pop I feel echoing from root to clenched teeth through my spine. Drosera¡¯s entrance grips me tight as I rock my hips, smoothly running my rod in and out of his velvet chamber. It only takes a few strokes to get me fit to bust, but I redirect my focus tost longer. Returning my gaze to Jonny, I see Gale doing her best sword-swallowing job. She''s still an oral novicepared to most as far as technique, but Harpies are instinctually used to gulping downrge pieces of meat, so her gag reflex is surprisingly amodating. Offering her throat as an enthusiastic cocksleeve is more than enough to satisfy me, and Jonny seems to feel the same. "Ah! Oh, fuck..." Jonny groans as Megan stands between his legs on her tiptoes to suck his balls into her mouth. His testicles bulge her tiny cheeks out like a chipmunk''s. Her tongue toys with his perineum as her hands grip his butt for leverage. I wonder why my human boyfriend is just standing there, not even putting a hand on Gale''s head to control her speed or rolling his hips into her, until I realize Brenda is getting off on restricting his movements. He''s imprisoned in that Stone Ooze suit, his whole body being massaged by the Green Slime interior while the Harpy and mouse y with his rod and family jewels to their hearts'' content. Gabby stters the Goblin guy''s crotch with Slippery Foam magic, creating a slip-and-slide for her foot. She has him between her toes as she rubs up and down faster and faster. Her heel grinds into Tokt''s nuts and he arches his spine while wing the grass. He bucks his hips against her foot to increase the pressure, so she must be hitting the right spot between his delicate testicles¡ªthe root of his member. Essentially, she''s putting pressure on his prostate from the outside. Olindia''s self-fucking intensifies as well. Her pink belly bulges and writhes with her own tentacles. Then my Sundew partner regains my attention as the pleasure building inside me bes too great to ignore. Drosera pumps his plush rump against my crotch as my movements hitch with peaking pleasure, finishing me quickly as loud ps fill the clearing. *p, p, p, p!* ¡°Uhngh!!!¡± I grunt as I fill his depths with heavy cream. ¡°You¡¯re filling me up!¡± Drosera gasps. ¡°This is¡­ wha? Oh! Ahhhnnn!¡± My seed reacts deep in his gut with intense effervescence. "What did you do to me?" "I''ve marked you as mine. Also, you have a womb, now." He squirms and writhes on my cock, sphincter squeezing and clutching at me as he arches his back and presses his thighs together. He stiffens and clenches his ass against me. I revel in the sensation of his rosebud pinching the base of my cock and I almost cum again just from that. "It feels incredible..." he says. Then Drosera''s muscles rx, and he heaves a heavy sigh before throwing a leg up and rolling over with me still inside him. His naked tummy bears my mark and brand above the ¡®V¡¯ of his pelvis with a new womb visible in silhouette. Drosera eyes me hungrily, nts his feet, and ms his ass onto my hardness. ¡°Do it again! Make me cum! Make me cum again, Alex!¡± I grab his soft butt in my palms for leverage and give him what he wants. Each thrust makes the flower stem on his head bounce along with his red Sundew stalks and his full-mast cock and balls. I do love watching breasts jiggle when I fuck my girls, but making Drosera or Cottontail¡¯s genitals jangle like a keychain toy stirs primal urges within me as well. Right now, that urge is to make this pretty boy cum buckets. I redouble my efforts pping up into him until my dick bulges his belly out with each impact. Drosera throws his head back and lifts his spine while digging furrows in the ground with his fingers as I give as good as I¡¯ve ever gotten. His buttocks quiver in my grasp and his testicles churn as thick spurts of Sundew syrup gushes from his tip to ssh onto his smooth tummy and t chest. I¡¯m on the verge of joining him. So, I pull out and stroke myself topletion. My cream shoots out, pping the nt monster in the face. He opens his mouth after the first jet, taking the next on his tongue. Then my splooge erupts in erratic bursts that cover his chest and groin with my seed. I press my tip to his and let myst drizzles cover Drosera¡¯s shaft and scrotum before dribbling into the divot of his ass. Somehow, I managed to resist impregnating him. Then I¡¯d have had to take him under my protection like it or not. As is, I have at least the rest of the day to figure out what he¡¯s about. Actually, he probably can''t get pregnant without an ovipositor to provide the embryo. It''s not like he suddenly has ovaries dropping eggs into that uterus. Droserays there for a long time, hips asionally jerking in post-orgasmic spasms while ying with the copious seed covering his face and torso. He intermingles our essence and tastes thebined vor contemtively. *Fucked the Sundew Treefolk ¨C One Forest Mark!* *Forest Marks ¨C One* Mandragora Photosynthesis Photosynthesis (Sundew, Pitcher) Twisted Treefolk Twisted Apple Twisted Treefolk Roots Pitcher Treefolk Vines Sundew Trap Tendrils Mandragora nt Growth Magic nt Growth Magic (Sundew, Pitcher) Twisted Treefolk Bark Skin Twisted Treefolk Earth Magic Treefolk Cock (Twisted, Sundew) Pitcher Treefolk Stomach Acid Sundew Trap Sweat Nothing too exciting. Gabby sure makes nt Growth Magic look good, though. When my mobility develops past using Vines, maybe I¡¯ll switch that ability for Trap Tendrils. Maybe I could use Sundew Sweat in ce of Spider Climb? Bark Skin seems underwhelming. As I turn to survey my harem, I see the Goblin guy Tokt cum loud and long onto himself with Gabby¡¯s toes back to stroking his dick. She finishes rubbing one out with her rod a momentter and sts him with apple-vored nut butter. Maybe I should request simr treatment? Olindia seems to appreciate the scene as she finishes with her own tentacles in her ass and pussy. "Aaahhhnnn!" Jonny cries as he is finally allowed to cum, releasing his load into Gale''s mouth with a heavy groan. Gale and Megan share Jonny¡¯s seed by passing it back and forth between their sloppily kissing mouths. Meanwhile, the tiny mouse girl is wracked with pleasure by the tiny maws inside her Flou3 fur bikini. Brenda seems happy to watch while holding Jonny inside her. A couple minutes spent recovering, cleaning, and redonning any doffed garments (Gabby¡¯s robes)ter, we¡¯re almost ready to depart the clearing. 102. Charlatan Forest, Part 4 102. Chatan Forest, Part 4 *Selected Webling Jumper Aphrodisiac Venom!* *Fucked the Sundew Treefolk ¨C One Forest Mark!* *Forest Marks ¨C One* Mandragora Photosynthesis Photosynthesis (Sundew, Pitcher) Twisted Treefolk Twisted Apple Twisted Treefolk Roots Pitcher Treefolk Vines Sundew Trap Tendrils Mandragora nt Growth Magic nt Growth Magic (Sundew, Pitcher) Twisted Treefolk Bark Skin Twisted Treefolk Earth Magic Treefolk Cock (Twisted, Sundew) Pitcher Treefolk Stomach Acid Sundew Trap Sweat Nothing too exciting. Gabby sure makes nt Growth Magic look good, though. When my mobility develops past using Vines, maybe I¡¯ll switch that ability for Trap Tendrils. Maybe I could use Sundew Sweat in ce of Spider Climb? Bark Skin seems underwhelming. A couple minutes spent recovering, cleaning, and redonning any doffed garments (Gabby¡¯s robes)ter, we¡¯re almost ready to depart. "Tokt confuse. Dat feel gud, but no plug hole..." the Goblin guy says after rising to his feet and wiping away Gabby''s leavings. "Try broadening your horizons," Gabby replies while straightening her bandoleer of eleven herbs and spices. She doesn''t appear to have formed any emotional attachment to the male Goblin despite their tryst. She''s a bit more cagey with her affections than a certain someone. "Yum! Jonny is so tasty! I love humans!" Gale says while throwing her blue and green wings around my new boyfriend in a big hug. The way she kicks back a taloned leg as she rubs her cheek against his chiseled pecs is so cute. "I agree," Megan adds while fondling the young man''s privates, "Though Cottontail and Alex''s vorse first in my book." Despite what she says, her long, whip-like tail curls around Jonny''s leg. Gale purses her lips and pouts at her mousy wife. "Boo! It''s not apetition. Stopparing surf and turf!" I''m confused for a moment until I realize I''d better recognize the idiom as ''apples and oranges'' adapted to a carnivore culture. "Gale likes to have fun with Alex and all her friends!" "You''re wee to get another taste whenever, as long as he has the stamina after satisfying me~" Brenda teases, her face appearing in the stone of Jonny''s shoulder. The young man gulps audibly at the implied drain on his reserves. Then Jonny nods his head at me. "Thanks for letting me enjoy your wives''pany, Alex." I wink back. "Any time they feel up for it is fine with me. I appreciate having the chance to watch, though," I say with a chuckle. Me and Olindia both, from the horny look on her face. Drosera watches the exchanges between our group with a curious expression. ¡°Okay, dude, bend over. I¡¯m taking up temporary residence whether or not either of us likes it,¡± Olindia tells the Sundew Trap. ¡°Is this really necessary?¡± he says with a frown, not budging. I nod. ¡°Making me cum isn¡¯t enough to convince me you¡¯re trustworthy¡­ even if it was really good. Ahem, the only way I¡¯m turning my back on you is if I have someone else I trust there to p your hand if you reach for any of my precious prey monsters. Please, there¡¯s a shortage of perfect butts in the world, and I¡¯d hate to have to put yours in the ground.¡± "If that''s what it takes," Drosera harrumphs, but acquiesces by bending over facing away from Olindia, ¡°Fine.¡± The Large Pink Jellyfish Slime girl goes in headfirst, showing no mercy. Drosera¡¯s legs sy wide and go wobbly as the shoulderse next. ¡°Fuuuck!¡± ¡°Yeah, it feels good, right, but she¡¯s just a lot,¡± Meganmiserates. ¡°Don¡¯t need sympathy from a mouse, hrrk!¡± Drosera grunts loudly as Olindia¡¯s ample bosom squeezes inside, followed by a short break at her waist before ballooning out again for her impressively curvy backside. Gabby cocks her head in curiosity before whispering to me, ¡°She doesn¡¯t need to do it like that, does she?¡± I shake my head. ¡°No, she does not. I think Olindia just enjoys fucking with people.¡± ¡°Gah! Finally!¡± Drosera exims as the Pink Slime fully enters the nt monster¡¯s newly minted womb. His distended tummy gradually recedes as the bulk of Olindia¡¯s Slime dissipates. Then pink tendrils emerge from his ass by the dozen to form a Jellyfish ballroom gown. ¡°Nope, I¡¯m not dealing with these,¡± Drosera says as he cups the fake C-cup breasts on his chest before ripping them off. ¡°Hey, not cool. I thought you looked hot!¡± Olindia objects to his treatment, bringing new meaning to the phrase, ''talking out the ass.'' The Sundew Trap puts his hands on his hips and looks down at himself. ¡°Yeah, skirts are scorching, but I don¡¯t do boobs. Maybe something like this?¡± Olindia shifts at his direction until the pink dress meets his criteria. Drosera settles on an ultra-short miniskirt that bares the bottoms of his ass cheeks when he walks, pink stockings and garter belt that leave a tasteful absolute territory, long sleeves with covered shoulders but with a massive cutout baring his chest from navel to cor. Pink heart pasties cover the nipples on his t chest and red Sundew stalks poke through the dress on his shoulders. ¡°Damn,¡± I say, fully ready to push him down again. ¡°I daresay I¡¯d take a tumble if I wanted to brave the acid-glue,¡± Gabby stage-whispers to me. ¡°He¡¯s cute,¡± Jonny says while nodding politely, a true boob man through and through, ¡°But I¡¯m not into guys. This doesn¡¯t quite do it for me.¡± Bro is a pure boob connoisseur! I wonder how he feels about monsters with human top halves like Sirens and Centaurs. He seems like the kind of guy to fuck a rock if it has tits... and I guess he actually did just that. ¡°That¡¯s a shame, stud,¡± Drosera eyes the young man¡¯s skintight Stone Ooze bodysuit up and down with a lusty grin. ¡°I¡¯d love to get a taste of you.¡± "Sorry, I appreciate the interest, but I''ll have to refer you to a colleague of mine back home. All the gay monsters in my hometown say he''s the best Top since," Jonny pauses as I cut in. ¡°Not the time,¡± I break up the interaction. ¡°We need to¡ª¡± ¡°Um, Alex,¡± Flou3 says in Suka¡¯s voice, rying a message from the desert team, ¡°Don¡¯t panic, but I think we¡¯re stuck here.¡± I panic. ¡°FUCK!!!¡± Then loud buzzing fills the air. Above us hovers a flying insect monster girl. She¡¯s blond and covered from face to ankles in a fineyer of yellow fuzz with a stripe of ck across her breasts and groin. A fat bee abdomen half-again her humanoid bodyweight grows from her tailbone with a sharp stinger sprouting from the end. Her arms, legs, and bee abdomen are striped. She haspound eyes with a spark of inner light in each that tracks us like pupils and a pair ofpound aviator goggles on her forehead. She has four arms with humanoid hands, but insectoid ws in ce of feet. A pair ofrge insectoid wings like panes of ss grow between her shoulder des. Fluffy patches of lighter-colored fur grow on her cor, wrists, and ankles, giving her an extra dimension of cuteness. However, each of her hands clenches a stinger dart dripping with venom. ¡°Bee Girl,¡± Gabby says. ¡°Hey, everybody, I found one!¡± she says, doing a cute little midair dance while waving her abdomen about. Then a score more Bee Girls swoop down into the clearing. Today just took a sudden turn. 103. Eastern Desert, Part 3 (Suka, R-18) 103. Eastern Desert, Part 3 (Suka, R-18) Spoiler Eating Ass, Sweaty, Personal Odor [copse] ¡°Run!¡± Isabe shouts, toote. The ground shakes and rumbles as the Sand Goblin with shattered legs ms two halves of a strange instrument together repeatedly. The long spike on the end sends the resounding thumps deep into the dunes as if calling for something. Something responds. I don¡¯t need to know what the hell it is to know we can¡¯t stay here. I transform into my bestial wolf shape and grab the cute Cactus girl to throw her on my back. Dura isn¡¯t the brightest candle in the bunch, but she doesn¡¯t need instructions to hop onto me behind Isabe. With Flou1 on my neck in scarf form, the four of us bound away from the Sand Goblin. Just in time. An enormous maw filled with needle teeth erupts from the desert sands to swallow the Sand Goblin whole. Its body is long and sinuous as it breaches the surface before plunging beneath the dunes again. It reminds me of a worm, though I¡¯ve never seen one that lives in dry sand. The sand worm continues on in a line away from us as a prisoner of its own momentum. It turns like a train without tracks, gradually honing in on me at incredible speeds. The massive monster breaches and lunges for us with its jaws wide and vering. Cinderwolf Rush! Cinderwolf Rush! I can''t go any hotter without burning my passengers. It''ll have to be enough. The speed boost allows me to alter my course while the Sandworm reaches the apex of its breach and dives toward us. Looking over my shoulder, I see a pair of glowing red eyes in its throat staring back at me from a figure shrouded in darkness. What the hell lives in there??? I dodge to the side seconds before tons of rough-skinned worm crashes down on the ce we were. I haven''t spotted the worm''s tail by the time I feel the rumbling beneath us again. I''m doubly d for the Ogre Strength granted by Alex''s Power Bond as I leap aside with an Ogress and a cactus girl astride my back. We''d already be eaten without it. A plume of sand explodes behind us as we narrowly escape the worm''s second breach. "This way!" Lucinia says as she swoops low enough to yell, "Rocks ahead!" "Can you tell this thing to chill the fuck out?" I ask. The Lesser Siren nods and opens her mouth to sing. "~Chill the f~" A roar like thunder rolls across the dunes in response,pletely drowning the music of her voice. "It has zero chill!!!" Lucinia yells as the worm aims its second dive at us. When I dodge aside now, my margin has shrunk by half. Shit, we don''t have much time. Thankfully, I see rocky pirs cresting over the sandy horizon. At my speed, all I need is a few minutes. The earth trembles as the Sandworm breaches beneath us. I leap, but I feel the lip of its maw brush my tail. "We''re out of time!" I yell. Isabe and Dura turn in their seats to counterattack. The cactus girlunches the spines on her wrist into the worm''s open mouth and Dura throws her club at the beast with Ogre Strength. The iron-studded projectile bounces off the worm''s thick hide. However, the flying needles force the worm to turn its face aside as it makes its dive. Is it protecting the monster inside its mouth? The diversion is enough to buy us a few more seconds as the Sandworm''s head disappears below the desert surface. The rocks are looming nearer when I feel the world rumble once again. We''re still too far away! "Dura, grab Isabe! Flou, get up there too!" The Ogress blessedly obeys me, lifting the cactus girl in her arms. Flou1 flows from garment to Fuzzy Slime and perches atop Isabe. Cinderwolf Rush! We pull away by a few inches as the Sandworm breaches directly under where we would have been. "Dura seat hot! Hot seat! Hot seat!" This time the Sandworm doesn''t arc high. It skids along the surface of the dunes behind us with its mouth closed as we cross the final stretch to the rocks. It''s trying to overrun us! The racees down to thest moment as I kick off its snout to leap high. The Sandworm crashes into a pir of stone, knocking it forward for me tond on and run up the falling structure''s side. I leap once again right before the pir copses to rubble. The three of us finally reach safe sor atst. The Sandworm seems undamaged by the collision and swims beneath the sand until it goes too deep to visually track. Dura hops off me and sets Isabe aside before removing her loincloth toy face down with her ass in the air. "Ow." Sadly, the act isn''t very sexy as I can see the blisters forming on her Ogress rump. The only thing that prevented third-degree burns was her Ogre Toughness. I look around. The rocks we stand on are an ind of stone in the desert. We''re surrounded by sand in all directions where the worm can lurk unseen. This is a tough spot. "I''ll scout ahead," Lucinia volunteers. The Siren ascends into the sky for a better look about. I return to humanoid form and sigh while Flou1 returns to my neck as a scarf. This mission isn''t going well. "I can heal burns," Isabe announces. I watch as her hands glow green and a prickly, fat-leafed nt grows from a crack in the rock. "Hold still while I apply this aloe." She grabs a few pieces and kneels behind the Ogress. *Sniff, sniff* "Mmmm¡­ I mean, i-is this what sweaty Ogres smell like?!? It''s absolutely putrid!" Isabe wipes drool from her mouth as she continues, "Disgusting! Foul! Nasty!" "Tell Dura how really feel..." "Don''t worry, Dura," I say. "I know Alex loves it, and I''ve acquired a taste for it since I moved in with Gabby. It''s actually kind of addicting once you get used to the aroma." That does seem to lift the Ogress''s spirits. "YUCK! I can''t believe my lips touched yours!" Isabe pretends to gag while having to wipe away more drool. "Unfortunately, the best way to apply aloe is by kiss..." "Obviously," I agree in my most sarcastic tone. Isabe is already applying the herb like lipstick and puckering her lips. The horny cactus girl startsying dozens of tender pecks on Dura''s behind while I watch in astonishment. I''d never before believed someone could lie this tantly. "Isabe, are Cactus folk carnivores?" I wonder. She rolls her eyes at me between ass-kisses. "Don''t be a moron, what else would we eat?" That makes sense. The nt girl is instinctually attracted to the smell of flesh and likely also areas of intense natural musk like a woman¡¯s crotch. A Goblinoid''s body odor must draw her in like a moth to a me, sending her impulses into overdrive. I bet she¡¯s a cunnilingus addict and eats ass like a champ, though that fact must be too embarrassing for Isabe to admit. Fortunately for my Ogresspanion, the Treefolk''s aloe kiss works near-instantly, reducing the swelling to nothing in moments. "I think I''m going to puke," Isabe says as she eyes the Ogress''s pussy and rosebud, "But I think there are some blisters forming deep in this crack." "Dere is?" There definitely isn''t. My eyes bulge as another irredeemable pervert reveals herself by licking up all the perspiration in Dura''s valley from top to bottom. The pleasant sensation causes the Ogress''s pussy to start leaking, which Isabe proceeds to dutifully clean while making the act seem distasteful. She''s extra thorough with making absolutely certain there are no blisters deep inside Dura''s asshole. The Ogress appreciates the kind gesture with a thankful moan. Then Lucinia falls from the sky. I catch the Siren in my arms. She''s a Harpy Lightweight, so the fall doesn''t harm her, but she has a line of red along the meat of one wing. Something sharp grazed her. "You alright?" Lucinia catches her breath, voluptuous chest heaving pleasantly as she does before replying. "Yes. I saw the Lizardfolk Oasis! It''s not far. I saw and beyond the end of the desert too¡ªwide open Steppes where Centaurs run. In the distance, beyond even that, I saw skyscrapers! An old, human city!" "Alex will want to know about that...¡± Knowing her, she¡¯ll want to head straight there. ¡°But what got you?" "A cactus as tall as a tower. I can¡¯t believe it shot me from here." Damn, it must be at least third-tier to throw needles this far. Isabe recognizes the description immediately. ¡°That¡¯s the Cactus Turret. Our people roam the desert, but many live there, including my parents. It¡¯s a safe ce for Treefolk, not to mention a good hookup spot.¡± "Hey! It''s Lucinia and the wolf girl! What are you all doing down there?" We all both whip our heads around to see a flight of Harpies approaching. "That''s the group Alex sent to help us," Flou1 says from the scarf around my neck. She must be recalling something her other body saw. ¡°Get away!¡± Lucinia frantically shouts at them, ¡°It¡¯s going to shoot at you!¡± Before our eyes, projectiles whizz through the air targeting the Harpies. The avian monsters scatter in evasive maneuvers, but one takes a thorn arrow to the wing. He falls from the sky to hit the dunes and tumbles to a stop. "I''m okay!" he yells while waving his uninjured wing. Harpy Lightweight just saved his life. Then a train-sized Sandworm breaches beneath him, mouth agape, to swallow the Eurasian teal Harpy boy whole. The remainder of the Harpies retreat while dodging missile fire, leaving us stranded. Either we get shot out of the air or eaten by the Sandworm. "You''re hurt, on top of being all sunburnt," Isabe observes as she turns to Lucinia while applying more aloe to her lips and tongue. "There''s not much I can do for the scratch, so I suppose I have no choice but to lick you all over to give you some relief." I roll my eyes as Isabe proceeds to do just that while applying more aloe deep inside Dura''s asshole with a finger. "Flou, put me through. Um, Alex, don¡¯t panic, but I think we¡¯re stuck here.¡± ¡°FUCK!!!¡± Alex shouts before being cut off. ¡°Sorry, Alex can¡¯te to the Flou right now, she''s dealing with some kind of bee monsters," the Fuzzy Slime exins. "Damn it all!" There¡¯s no more helping. I can''t fail my first mission! How am I supposed to live this down? Gabby will have me over a barrel for a week if they have toe rescue us! My eyes are drawn to the Sandworm as it descends below the surface. It attacked within seconds. How far can it sense movement? "Dura, Lucinia, if you''re done ying with my perverted girlfriend, get your asses off the ground. I have a question for her." They pop up instantly, tryst abandoned. "I wasn''t..." "P-p-pervert???" "Dura no y! Dura get''n me-d-cal treat''nt!" I know the Ogress has some weird sense of pride about taking ¡®submissive¡¯ positions and needs an excuse to indulge herself. Isabe pounces on me, fists flying to hammer my cor and shoulders without any real force. "Moron! How dare you call me such a thing after I subjected myself to such a disgusting task! Even though I said she smelled putrid, I kissed all her blisters better! I''m not the one who¡¯s perverted for healing an injury, y-you''re perverted for watching! I bet you enjoyed every second. I bet you were masturbating behind my back like a nasty... Did you say g-g-g-girlfriend???" Another pink flower blooms on her head. Isabe preens, flipping her fluffy white hair and twining her arms as she sways her hips while mumbling with a deep green blush, "This is so sudden! We hardly know each other, and it''s only been a few hours! Am I really girlfriend material? Don''t most people start as friends and go from there? What am I supposed to say? Am I pretty enough? N-Not that it matters because I d-don¡¯t even like you that much! You think you can swoop in and make me your girlfriend without taking me on a date or¡ª" I grab her by the hair and kiss Isabe deeply on the mouth, tasting Lucinia''s sweat and Dura¡¯s intense savory vor on her tongue. My arm wraps around the small of her back as I pull her against me hard. The needles in her tresses and spikes on her flesh refuse to pierce my skin, revealing her true feelings. I release her lips and say, ¡°I¡¯m a wolf. I stake my im and mark my territory. I¡¯ll beat the hell out of anyone who tries to take you from me.¡± Isabe¡¯s hair explodes with dozens of bright pink flowers like fireworks as her green skin flushes fiercely. ¡°Now, tell me how Cactus folk avoid the Sandworm.¡± ¡°F-first g-g-girlfriend k-kiss¡­¡± She remains dazed for a few seconds, the flowers on her head drooling nectar, until my question finally registers. ¡°The Sandworm can¡¯t sense light steps on the sand all that well unless it¡¯s very close. We tiptoe around whenever it¡¯s near and rarely have a problem. Except it knows to expect us now!¡± ¡°Got it. Okay, Dura, throw your club in this and that direction. Meanwhile, we¡¯ll slowly make our way toward the Oasis. Lucinia, perch on Dura¡¯s shoulders and extend your Lightweight magic to her.¡± ¡°Use me as well,¡± Flou1 says as she transforms into a pair of long, t, ruby sand-shoes. It¡¯s a bit of a strange choice, but I understand what she¡¯s going for. Dura summons a club in each hand and throws them at six o¡¯clock and nine o¡¯clock while we drop to the sand and flee in the direction of two o''clock. The Sandworm immediately hits the six o¡¯clock club seconds after itnds. However, it¡¯s hesitant to investigate the nine o''clock club and pokes the spot cautiously. If nothing else, the monster is intelligent and knows we¡¯re trying to trick it. Meanwhile, the five of us are taking as much ground as we can while the Sandworm is visible. Dura hardly disturbs the sand with Lucinia decreasing her weight using Harpy magic and my ruby sand-shoes distribute the impact of my footfalls as I carry Isabe in my arms. We have a tense moment as the Sandworm begins inspecting the area around the rocky ind where it originally lost us. The monster seems hesitant to open its mouth ever since Isabe shot at it with her needle spray. The five of us remain frozen as a hump travels through the sands nearby. When the Sandworm finishes passing, we continue our sluggish progress. Eventually, the Sandworm realizes we¡¯ve escaped and starts thrashing and mming itself against the stones, causing more rock pirs to copse. We¡¯re able to escape in the ensuingmotion as a loud roar fades into the distance. 104. Eastern Desert, Part 4 (Suka, R-18) 104. Eastern Desert, Part 4 (Suka, R-18) Spoiler Futa with Male, Trans-Male with Female [copse] Once we''re out of the Sandworm''s vicinity, I pick up the pace in bestial form. Daylight is burning! "Suka, shouldn''t we be heading back to the Hut? If we go deeper into the desert, we''ll have to cross through the Sandworm''s territory again on the way out..." Lucinia trails off as she sees the withering look I manage even in Wolf form. "What''ll I have to show for the day if we head back now? Isabe is great and all¡ª" "¡ªD-don''t go thinking you''ll get special treatment j-just by sweet talking me! T-that doesn''t affect me at all!" "Ahem, but Alex will only get one mark from her. I can''t return practically empty-handed!" "Dura see water!" The Ogress is sitting tallest on my back with Lucinia in her arms, so it makes sense she spots it first. Great, we''re at the Oasis already. We can grab Opal, sneak past the Sandworm, and call the mission cleared! Palm trees and evidence of habitatione into view the closer we approach. There are lean-to''s, fabric tents woven from the sparse grass, and leather skins stretched out to dry. Sand rats roast on fire spits¡ªnot monsters but literal rodents. We see Kobolds gathering dates fallen on the ground by the handful, so their food situation can''t be that bad. There''s even a Kobold fisherman, which means there aren''t any strong monsters in the water. As we suspected, the Lizardmen havergely ditched their metal armor as being ill-suited to the desert. Most of the warriors who intercept our approach only have bone shivs, stolen Cactus needles, or makeshift wooden spears. That is, except for one man. "My name is Steeltooth, and I lead this tribe. If youe in peace, you can drink from the oasis if you provide tribute." He''s half a head taller than the other Lizardmen and holds a pointed metal rod to match his namesake. He bears a pot-lid shield and a helmet banged into shape from the matching pot. His metal tools have leather pieces to make them bearable in the desert heat. Last, he wears a loincloth and sarashi chest binding. "If you''vee for blood, we''ll show you yours!" The lizardmen cheer, a bit ragged and worn, but they fall into line with Steeltooth readily. My allies dismount and I revert to my womanly shape. Dura summons her iron-studded club and Isabe bristles with needles, but I extend my arms to hold them back. I''ll do the talking. "My name is Suka, and I lead our mission. There need be no bloodshed if you remember a human named Alex." Eyes widen in recognition and their weapons lower a fraction. "We remember a warrior named Alex, though she was no mere human. She fought for our tribe as we fled the mountain. Even sacrificed herself so we could live. For what reason is her name on your lips?" "Alex, lives, and we are her mates. She sent us on her behalf to see how your tribe fares after the escape and offer aid." I''m slightly bullshitting to make it sound better than looking for Opal and recruiting for war. But, from what Alex said, she cares enough about this tribe to have us help them out if they need it. Plus it''ll earn us goodwill. Executive Decision! The crowd goes wild. There is both whooping and hollering. They lower their weapons and wee us with open arms. "Come to my pavilion and let us greet Alex''s mates properly!"
We sit together with Steeltooth in the shade of his modest pavilion (it¡¯s mostly made of palm leaves and chutzpah) and cute Kobolds serve us water in earthenware jugs. The Lizardmen have scaly humanoid bodies and bestial heads, but the Kobolds are mostly human-faced with a slight snout and elevated scale ridges in ce of hair. ¡°I taste way better than this¡­¡± Isabe mumbles into her cup, voice too low for anyone but me to hear. I put a hand on her knee to show I agree without disparaging our hosts. ¡°Please, rx while we chat,¡± the Lizardman leader says after basic introductions are through. ¡°Take your pick of the Lizardfolk to enjoy.¡± I¡¯m used to the traditional monster wee from watching the Wolf Lord entertain guests. The polite thing to do is simply ept with dignity. So, I grab the prettiest girl of the bunch, a red-scaled Kobold, and ce her on myp. She grinds her ass against my crotch and wriggles her tail on my belly. It¡¯s pleasant enough. Seeing my example, Isabe flips her skirt and drags an orange Kobold boy onto her stiffening rod. A thick glob of coconut and citrus-smelling precum beads at her tip as the Cactus girl impales the reptile boy¡¯s soft ass on her shaft, making him squirm and moan excitedly. He arches his spine and rubs his smooth tummy scales for our viewing pleasure. Her erection makes a tantalizing bulge in his belly. I can¡¯t help wishing that were me¡­ My red Kobold seems intent on regaining my focus. She turns to y with my breasts, eagerly cupping and squeezing my puppies, her nimble hands and thirsty lips making my chest feel big and beautiful. I run my fingers along the scale ridges of her scalp and grab her ass with the other hand. She rolls her hips against me and I¡¯m starting to get turned on despite my mind trying to stay in business-mode. Hmm, a red Kobold? ¡°Hey, um, what¡¯s your name?¡± ¡°It¡¯s Ga. We heard Spindle left with Alex. Is she well?¡± my red Kobold asks. I raise an eyebrow, not having expected a question from this corner. I shrug. Sadly, this isn¡¯t the one I¡¯m looking for. ¡°Yeah, Spindle lives with us, now. She evolved, but she¡¯s her usual self from what I¡¯ve gathered.¡± ¡°Please send her my congrattions,panion of Alex. And let her know she¡¯s missed among the Kobolds of our tribe. Now, allow me to show you my appreciation¡­¡± Ga says, sliding lower. She takes my core in her muzzle andps at my slit with dedication and skill. ¡°Mmm,¡± I sigh in appreciation as slow bliss spreads through me. Flou1 liquifies from my scarf to form a furry, squishy ball with a ruby riding dildo and handles. Ordinarily, Slimes are among the most feral monsters to fear and avoid, but seeing one go from apparel to clear sexual invitation is apparently enough to change minds. A blue Kobold girl hops atop Flou and plops down on the dildo with gusto. She starts happily bounce-fucking herself while others cheer her on. Lucinia¡¯s scratch is being patched up by a green Kobold with an herbal paste and clean bandages. Then she settles on a Lizardman, contentedly nesting in hisp with a reptilian dick in her cloaca. ¡°Wut if Dura wan¡¯¡­ you!¡± the Ogress says while pointing at the tribal headsman. Steeltooth stares her down for a good few seconds before bursting intoughter. ¡°This woman has guts! I like it!¡± He stands before us and removes his loincloth to reveal¡­ ¡°Behold, the real reason they call me Steeltooth.¡± Between the Lizarman¡¯s legs, we find a nine-inch metallic phallus protruding from his cunt. At first, I¡¯ve got no idea how it¡¯s attached, but then I notice the other end curving up into Steeltooth¡¯sher hole to anchor itself. ¡°It¡¯s an ancient human relic,¡± Steeltooth says with obvious fondness. ¡°Passed down for generations, revered for its ability to help a woman feel like a man.¡± His eyes rise to challenge Dura with a stare as he thrusts his hips in tant suggestion, ¡°Want to try it out?¡± ¡°Dura smash!¡± the Ogress shouts as she throws herself at the Lizardman. She easily pushes him onto his back, absolutely towering over the reptilian warrior, and drops her pussy on his rod. *Plop, plop, plop!* The Ogress aggressively fucks herself, mming her hips down over and over, filling the pavilion with the sound of wet thighs smacking together. Steeltooth fondles her butt while following the swing of her pomelo-sized tits with his eyes. Two more Kobolds approach me andtch their lips onto my nipples. Their hands wander, caressing my curves and kindling warmth inside me as Ga gradually brings me to climax. ¡°Ahhn!¡± I grab her by the head and hold her in ce while I shudder and cum, though she makes no move to escape until the aftershocks of pleasure subside. ¡°Fuck, I¡¯m cumming!¡± Isabe says as she wraps her arms tight around the orange Kobold and stuffs his gut with sweet juices. Her little orangepanion shoots his load from the double barrel of his hemipenis as she finishes pummeling his prostate before rxing into her embrace. He seems immensely relieved the cactus needles on her are safe to touch while she¡¯s in an agreeable mood¡ªotherwise he¡¯d be a pincushion. The blue Kobold screams in satisfaction before slumping onto Flou1, who shifts into afortable lounge pillow to amodate the reclining reptilian. Lucinia also moans herpletion when her chosen Lizardman creams her cloaca. His second cock shoots ropes of jizz high into the air thatnd on her shoulders and dribble onto her impressive rack. ¡°AHH! AHHHN!¡± Dura shouts as she violently orgasms on Steeltooth¡¯s ¡®tooth.¡¯ Ogress juices gush onto the Lizardman¡¯s crotch as she flexes her muscles with the rush of her release. While we rx between rounds in thefortable embraces of our Lizard-folk partners, Steeltooth calls for his guards, ¡°Our guests are surely famished from their travels. Bring us a feast worthy of a fine wee!¡± Nothing about this concerns me until they return, and I realize my mistake. Temptation. They walk a smallfolk prisoner over to us at spearpoint. She¡¯s a dark chocte bunny girl with thin rows of tightly braided ck hair on her head, cottony fur on her extremities, and midnight skin. Her curves are to die for, her busty breasts like great hot cocoa teardrops, her ass a satin cushion, and her thick thighs sculpted from ebony. Her posture and attitude are totally submissive but fearless as if long since prepared for death. 105. Eastern Desert, Part 5 (Suka, R-18) 105. Eastern Desert, Part 5 (Suka, R-18) The Lizard Men walk a smallfolk prisoner over to us at spearpoint. She¡¯s a dark chocte bunny girl with thin rows of tightly braided ck hair on her head, cottony fur on her extremities, and midnight skin. Her curves are to die for, her busty breasts like great hot cocoa teardrops, her ass a satin cushion, and her thick thighs sculpted from ebony. Her posture and attitude are totally submissive but fearless as if long since prepared for death. My stomach growls as I imagine sinking my teeth into her sulent flesh.In a sexual way!I correct myself, recalling Alex¡¯s ban on monster meat. ¡°Please, enjoy yourselves and feel free to fill your bellies when you¡¯re done with her. This is our tribute from the Desert Warren. After we established ourselves here yesterday, they offered us a very attractive agreement: periodic sacrifices in exchange for peace and full ess to the Oasis. My tribe has enough concerns without adding hunting for prey to the list, and you¡¯ll agree their first offering is nothing to scoff at!¡± Indeed, the only bunny I¡¯ve wanted this badly before is Cottontail. But¡­ Mypanions salivate while staring at the nubile bunny. Isabe''s tummy rumbles too as she wipes away a trail of drool. Lucinia swallows hard. Even Flou wobbles as Slime instincts war with Fuzzy memories. Dura reaches a casual hand for the smallfolk girl as if grabbing a fistful of grapes to shove in her mouth. I hop to my feet, Ga hooked under my arm, and I¡¯m there in an instant. I p the Ogress¡¯s hand loud enough to make an audible,*Crack!*She res at me. ¡°Wut dat for?¡± My hand moved on its own in the heat of the moment. I wasn¡¯t sure until this instant how I¡¯d react if offered an opportunity to fill my belly with delicious prey. The result surprises even me. I set Ga down and pat her on the tush to send the girl on her way. ¡°Did you forget Alex wants us to go ¡®vegan,¡¯ shit for brains?¡± ¡°Alex not here! Duh!¡± I give her a warning snarl. ¡°What if she smells bunny on your breath? She¡¯ll know it ain¡¯t pussy; she can tell the difference!¡± I don¡¯t know if that¡¯s true, but that isn¡¯t important. ¡°I get it, we¡¯re all predators here, we¡¯ve all done it before, we know how tasty prey monsters are¡­ but, but! Alex trusted us¡ªshe trustedmeto do this job right. How is she supposed to rely on me if I don¡¯t do things the way she¡¯d want!?!¡± The Ogress looks at me with mutiny in her eyes. The lure of the tender, luscious bunny before us is too powerful. We both know Alex would love Dura anyway (if keep the Ogress on a shorter leash), and our human lover¡¯s trust seems to matter less to her. She cracks her knuckles as if spoiling for a fight. Fuck, she¡¯s enormous. Even the Lizardmen look like prey beside her. Deep down, I know I can¡¯t win a dual against her. ¡°Dura, don¡¯t you dare, or I¡¯ll tell Gabby!¡± That brings her up short. ¡°We spentall dayyesterday hunting legit meat that Alex can eat. How do you think she¡¯ll react when I tell her about this? Hmm? We could¡¯ve caught a mouse boy yesterday to share between us and Alex would¡¯ve been none the wiser, but we let him go! Stew on that!¡± The tiny terror¡¯s opinion seems to hold greater sway with the Ogress. She sits back on Steeltooth¡¯s rod with a sour expression but doesn¡¯t object further. The prisoner, on the other hand, watches me with a raised eyebrow, probably having never seen a ¡®vegan¡¯ wolf before. This time, Isabe¡¯s hand reaches for the bunny girl as her needles lengthen, making me shback to the desated Kobold we found in the desert. ¡°Well, I don¡¯t know this Alex person, so I¡¯m sure it¡¯s fine if I¡­¡± I grab her hand to hold it in mine. ¡°Absolutely not! My girlfriend is going ¡®vegan¡¯ if I am!¡± Anger and lovey-dovey affection burns her cheeks in equal measure. She looks unsure whether to shout at me or hold me down and plow me. Her sweet side eventually wins as another flower blooms in her hair. It''s starting to get crowded even though they''re tiny. ¡°M-moron, if you wanted me to go on a diet, all you have to do is say so! I¡¯ll need to eat plenty of pussy to sustain myself in that case, so you¡¯d better prepare yourself for the consequences!¡± She wags a finger at me usingly. ¡°E-everyone knows wolf cunt makes the most nutritious juice for Cactus folk to drink! I won¡¯t ept any substitutes!¡± ¡°That¡¯s fine,¡± I say as I feel a blush creep onto my face after listening to that bold-faced lie. ¡°I¡¯ve got a responsibility to make sure my girlfriend stays healthy, after all.¡± It seems like every time I say ¡®girlfriend,¡¯ another batch of flowers blossom. Part of me wants to experiment¡­ another time. I turn to Steeltooth, who has somehow managed to coax Dura onto her hands and knees. Maybe she¡¯s willing to indulge a bit to ke her lust-hunger? The Lizardman proceeds to rail her from behind even as I address him over the mingled sounds of their grunting and thrusting together. ¡°We by no means wish to insult your peoples¡¯ generous gift! Please, allow us to purchase her from you,¡± I say, knowing they expected to share the meal with us. It¡¯s one thing to refuse a portion and another to tell them they aren¡¯t getting dinner either. ¡°You want to buy her instead?¡± Steeltooth considers with his hands nted on the Ogress¡¯s ample ass while pounding her drooling hole with his metallic member. ¡°I can ept this if it¡¯s Alex¡¯s wish, but what do you have to offer? My tribe needs to fill their bellies if they¡¯re going toy the next generation of eggs.¡± Yeah, of course, they need food. ¡°Isabe, can you make something edible with your magic?¡± The cactus girl turns her nose up with a full-body dark green blush as if simultaneously insulted by the question and turned on. I¡¯m sure that¡¯s normal. ¡°Of course! What do you think I am? I can make prickly pears.¡± ¡°Great! Yes, we¡¯ll buy¡ª¡± I look at the dark chocte bunny girl, ¡°What¡¯s your name?¡± ¡°Moka, Miss Huntress.¡± I return my gaze to Steeltooth as the Lizardman plows a moaning and groaning Dura into the ground. ¡°We¡¯ll buy Moka with her weight in prickly pears!¡± Isabe gapes at me in disbelief. ¡°Herweight?Moron! What are you doing whoring your g-girlfriend out like this!?!¡± Blinking in confusion, I ask, ¡°I did what?¡± ¡°I need seed to grow fruit like any Flower Dryad! I¡¯ll have to suck and fuck the whole tribe to get enough semen to grow that many prickly pears!¡± Steeltooth bites Dura¡¯s neck with his bestial reptilian mouth full of sharp teeth. Any other monster would be a bleeding mess, but the Ogress throws her head back in ecstasy and screams a deep, throaty cry as she cums on his metallic rod. Her thighs quiver and tremble as her arms give way. Her face falls to the floor of the pavilion as the Lizardman thrusts and bucks to his ownpletion with a roar muffled by Ogress flesh. ¡°Oh. I mean, I¡¯ll still ask you to do it, but that¡¯s a lot of cum.¡± And a lot of cocks to service. Dura and Steeltooth both gasp and heave as their mutual orgasmic pleasure gradually subsides. The Ogress¡¯s skin is no worse for wear due to her natural Toughness. The two of them catch their breath sitting together, her arm around his back, boob resting on his shoulder, while he idly runs his ws across her thigh. ¡°Ahh, ah, ahhn. Yes, that is eptable. Leave the food here and you can take the bunny with our blessing.¡± Right, business. ¡°That¡¯s actually the least of the reasons why we came. Alex impregnated one of the Kobolds before she saved you all from the Servitors. Where¡¯s Opal?¡± I can tell from the look on Steeltooth¡¯s face I¡¯m not going to like the answer. Damn it! This mission is fucking cursed! ¡°As a matter of fact, that¡¯s something we¡¯d appreciate your help with. You see, we encountered several hardships making our way through the desert on our way here. The Sandworm ate some of our scouts who paved our way to safety with their lives. Then Cactus folk attacked us and imed a few more.¡± ¡°Sorry about that, some of my siblings can be real assholes,¡± Isabe says. Steeltooth shrugs. ¡°No apology necessary. You weren¡¯t among the group that assailed us. We understand you¡¯re no more aligned with them than Dura here is a member of the Sand Goblins. Speaking of, they managed to kidnap several Kobolds by surprise before we could fight them off¡­ one of them being Opal.¡± ¡°Kidnapped? So, she¡¯s alive?¡± I sigh with relief. ¡°Yes, that¡¯s what we suspect. We¡¯ve been nning a rescue assault but fear the Sand tribe has a hidden strength we don¡¯t understand. With Alex¡¯s powerfulpanions on our side, victory is assured!¡± ¡°Hold on a moment,¡± I say. ¡°I doubt we can sneak up on them if they previously caught both of our groups off-guard, and we don¡¯t want to get into a hostage situation. Let me and Dura handle this alone. Maybe their leader is willing to speak with a fellow Goblinoid even if the grunts didn¡¯t like Dura. It may sound crazying from a wolf, but let¡¯s see if we have something they want before escting the conflict.¡± Also, I¡¯m confident Dura and I can walk into an enemy stronghold and escape, but leading the Lizardmen into a losing battle might squander the very army Alex sent me to recruit. ¡°Amazing! My g-girlfriend is a cunning strategist!¡± Isabe exims from her ce sitting with her dick deep in the orange Kobold as she squeezes him like a favorite toy. It seems like she''s regained her hardness to go another round. ¡°Let¡¯s go take them on!¡± I shake my head. ¡°Definitely not. Isabe, remember you were being kidnapped when we found you? Whether they want girls for breeding or some unknown purpose, I can¡¯t dangle you in their face if we¡¯re bargaining for Opal. I¡¯m not letting them have you, and it¡¯ll be annoying shooting down a dozen hostage exchange deals before they ask for something we can give.¡± While the Cactus girl pouts to show she doesn¡¯t like being left behind, she clearly loves being told I won¡¯t let her go¡ªthat is, if the flower sprouting above her ear is anything to go by. ¡°I can still be of assistance,¡± Lucinia says, but I refuse again. ¡°The Sand Goblins proved they can counter your singingst time.¡± It was through self-injury, but my point stands. ¡°On top of that, you¡¯re wounded. Rx here with Isabe. It won''te to a fight this time, and we¡¯ll be back soon.¡± Flou1, on the other hand, returns to scarf form around my neck. We can¡¯t afford to losemunication with Alex and home base. Steeltooth frowns as much as his reptilian features allow. ¡°I hate to see you risk yourselves on our behalf, though I see your point. Know that if you return our sisters to us, my Lizardmen will follow you into any battle.¡± Yes! I see a path to sess in this mission opening! Dura stands, stretches to limber her muscles, and ps Steeltooth on the ass before sauntering away. ¡°Dat good sex! Dura keep Steeltoot¡¯!¡± I kiss Isabe goodbye as we depart. ¡°Good luck with the prickly pears. I really appreciate it!¡± The cactus girl follows my gaze over her shoulder to see a long, long line of Lizardmen and male Kobolds queuing for their turn with her. One takes her orange Kobold toy away, letting her heavy cock slip free of his rear with a wet p on her thigh and a sploosh of spilled semen. She pouts at the unfairness of it all, sticking out her lip, and balling her fists in frustration. ¡°Moron! Making me deal with the consequences of your mistakes like this¡­¡± she says as she takes a soft-bristled reptile dick in each hand. ¡°You¡¯d better make it up to meter or I¡¯ll be super mad!¡± ¡°I will!¡± Turning, I find Moka standing in front of me. Her expression is a surprisingly mixed bag of emotions I have difficulty parsing. ¡°Miss Huntress, what would you have me do?¡± ¡°Um, you could return to the Desert Warren? I don¡¯t mind.¡± ¡°No. I volunteered as tribute. Then the Lizardfolk handed you my ownership. Returning in shame isn''t an option. You could still eat me, Miss Hunter. This Alex person would never know.¡± ¡°Not happening. But, if you¡¯d rather let yourself be given to me than run home, I won¡¯t say no.¡± I dart my head forward to mark her neck with a hickey. When I¡¯m done, I whisper in her ear, letting her skin prickle beneath my hot breath, ¡°In fact, you can look forward to being devoured tonight.¡± She goes weak in the knees as we stride out of the pavilion. 106. Eastern Desert, Part 6 (Suka) 106. Eastern Desert, Part 6 (Suka) Spoiler Consuming Prey [copse] ¡°So, we just walk right in there, right?¡± I ask. Dura, ever a monster of few words, nods. The two of us stand before a skull-shaped cave entrance, my Flou scarf billowing in the wind. It was simple enough tracking the kidnapped Kobolds here by smell. My Ogress partner strolls inside without a care, and I walk double-time to keep pace with her massive strides. Light quickly dies as we step inside. We feel things moving around us that have long since adjusted their vision to the dark. Dura summons her iron-studded club. Cinderwolf Rush! Cinderwolf Rush! Cinderwolf Rush! I stoke the embers of my core, wincing as the intense heat flows through me. My ash-grey hair begins to glow from the roots like coals with new life breathed into them. Dim red and orange light bathes the cavern walls and allows us to pick out the skulking Sand Goblins. They wear long robes and white cloth wraps cover their faces, leaving only the eyes visible along with their pointed noses, and long, t ears poking through. Their hands clench bone knives like butchers ready to carve us apart. ¡°Take us to your leader if you want to keep your lives,¡± Imand in my most authoritative voice, ¡°We¡¯ll find him whether or not you help us, but all we want is to speak and make a deal.¡± ¡°S¡¯Gobbo no fear death!¡± ¡°But da Sheikh may wan¡¯ talk. Take em¡¯ see!¡± ¡°Take em¡¯ see!¡± ¡°Yah!¡± The Sand Goblins aren¡¯t as cowardly as the normal sort, but even these creatures don¡¯t wish to throw their lives away. They guide us through a maze of tunnels that might take those without a wolf¡¯s nose hours to navigate. I sense the most-used path alongside the Kobold¡¯s trail as if they were filled with glowing footprints. We emerge into arge, natural cavern lit by torches on the walls. Grey-skinned Hobgoblins in the same robes and wrappings nk us as we walk but make no move to attack. They bear bone de short swords and bandoliers of bone darts. At the center of the room is a throne atop a dais carved from the rock. A muscr grey-skinned Goblin (the Sheikh) sits there. He wears the same robes as his underlings without the face wrappings, instead using a square scarf bound by a cord at the temple as a headdress. At his waist lies a steel short sword, a chain weapon, and numerous throwing knives. The fact he uses metal and the other Sand Gobbos use bone isn¡¯t lost on me. This guy has to be third-tier. I don¡¯t like our odds in a straight battle against him with so many second-tier monsters on his side, but I still feel like we could manage a fighting retreat if negotiations break down. Flou1 is our secret weapon. I maintain confidence and don¡¯t show any sign of nerves. He¡¯s watching a group of belly dancers moving to the beat of a drum. They each wear transparent veils with diaphanous tops and loincloths that barely hide their sex, all in a dreamy pink. There are Goblins, Hobs, Cactus girls, and two Kobolds all dancing in choreographed unison. Several women are obviously pregnant ranging from four to seven months, so they all probably have a baby in their belly at some stage of development. The Sheikh notices our approach and stops them with a gesture. Everyone turns to us at once. It¡¯s kind of eerie. ¡°Ahem, Sheikh of the Sands, we¡¯vee to bargain on behalf of the Oasis Lizard-folk. My friend here, Dura, is also of Goblin lineage, so there¡¯s shared blood between us. Surely there¡¯s something we can do for you that will allow us to return these Kobolds to their home without shedding blood?¡± His piercing yellow eyes study me while I talk, flicking to Dura as I mention her. After a breath of silence, he speaks in a surprisingly low voice for one of his short stature. ¡°I care nothing for lineage,¡± the Sheikh begins, ¡°And we¡¯re a long way from the Deep Desert and the Goblin Sultanate. My word is all that matters here. However, I¡¯m not unwilling to bargain.¡± The Sheikh crosses his legs and continues, ¡°A strange, new monster has begun harassing my Hobs and eating my Goblins. It¡¯s difficult to track, too smart to trap, and too slippery for even me to catch. Perhaps a wolf monster like yourself will have better luck finding itsir. Bring me its head and the Kobolds are yours.¡± I kind of expected this, but it is annoying to havee all the way to the Lizard-folk to be pointed at the Sand Goblins, to be sent on a monster extermination to get the Kobold we went on this mission to find. Better to be certain after all this¡­ ¡°Which one of you two is Opal?¡± I ask the Kobold Belly Dancers. They both nce at the Sheikh, who nods, before answering together, one finishing the other¡¯s sentence. ¡°Opal isn¡¯t here¡­¡± ¡°She¡¯s in the monster¡¯sir.¡± My eye twitches. This mission is fucking cursed!!!
¡°Dis way,¡± the Sand Goblin says as he waves his torch at the left path of the intersection. The Sheikh was kind enough to lend us a guide to show us the way to the most recent monster sighting. ¡°So, what kind of monster are we talking about, here?¡± I try to strike up a conversation. Goblins used to disgust me, but getting to know Gabby proved they aren¡¯t all so bad. Maybe this guy is friendlier than the ones we¡¯ve spoken with so far? ¡°Dura no care. Dura smash. Go home. Fuck Alex. Good Day.¡± I didn¡¯t expect her to y along with chit-chat anyway. ¡°Es big and long. Swallow S¡¯Gobbo whole.¡± ¡°Maybe a baby Sandworm?¡± I suggest. All I get are grunts in response. I hate this mission. After another minute of travel, our guide stops at an otherwise unremarkable part of the tunnel. We stop and wait. He looks at us dumbly. ¡°Well?¡± I finally say. ¡°Disst ce see S¡¯Gobbo. Den gone.¡± Alright, this must be the most recent monster ¡®sighting.¡¯ I transform to my bestial shape for the maximum wolf sensory experience. Poking my nose around reveals definite traces of Sand Goblin, mainly their sour sweat smell, and Kobold. No blood, which matches what our guide said about being ¡®swallowed whole.¡¯ I should mention the Kobold smell is a bit off. Having gotten a good, close whiff of several Kobolds in the pavilion, I can recognize how this aroma has a subtle spice added into the mix. Still, this has to be Opal¡¯s scent lingering on the monster. It seems the monster we¡¯re tracking doesn¡¯t have a smell¡ªwhich makes me think Slime. Their bodies are formed from magic and don¡¯t typically leave much behind in passing. They don¡¯t make slimy trails like snails do. No, a Slime¡¯s mass quickly evaporates once removed from the control of its core. That¡¯s what you see after killing one, after all. A Slime could also envelop someone to match that ¡®swallowed whole,¡¯ description as well. Except, why would a Slime take a Kobold prisoner? No matter. I follow the trail to its source, navigating twisted corridors of stone deep underground with Dura and a Sand Goblin behind me. We pass intersections where the trail oveps with an older trail, but I don¡¯t get lost. Separating the paths by their ages is trivial for me. ¡°Hey, Suka,¡± Flou1 interrupts, ¡°I just lost one of my bodies.¡± I stop what I¡¯m doing to question her. ¡°Which?¡± ¡°Alex¡¯s, but she gave me to Megan. She got separated and it doesn''t look good for her, but don¡¯t worry about that. Focus on your mission. Just keep in mind this body is slightly less expendable than before. I¡¯d rather not be reduced to one body again.¡± Part of me is d I¡¯m not the only one having a hard time, but I quash that thought. Pushing down on others doesn¡¯t elevate me. I need to forge my own way to greatness! Atst, we reach a convergence with many paths. Unfortunately, the cave wall before us is riddled with holes that all have Opal¡¯s scent wafting from them. It looks like this is a fox den situation. Their is somewhere inside with multiple entrances and exits. Even if I could wriggle through without getting caught in a tight corner (a very real and terrifying possibility) the enemy might escape through another path with Opal in tow. Dura is strong and beautiful, but not the fastest or brightest. I give it even odds that she¡¯ll catch the target under these circumstances. Flou1 is at a third of her full fighting capability and couldn¡¯t stand toe-to-toe with another powerful Slime in her condition. Those aren¡¯t odds I¡¯m willing to take. Then I have a bright idea. ¡°Hey, Sand Goblin, you¡¯re supposed to be fearless, right? Crawl in there and scare out the monster for us to catch.¡± He won¡¯t get stuck like I might, and he¡¯s expendable if the monster attacks him instead of fleeing. Flou is too valuable to waste like that. ¡°Hurry up, we¡¯re burning daylight!¡± When he doesn¡¯t step forward, I turn to see Dura look back at me and shrug. We both round the corner we just came around to find an abandoned torch dropped on the ground. Above the fallen torch looms a serpentine figure with womanly curves choking down our Sand Goblin guide. Her jaw is unhinged to fit her mouth around his waist, her throat bulges massively, and even her ribcage appears dislocated to fit the insane meal through her gullet in one gulp. Her ws tear through his clothes to swallow him naked as we watch in shock. She stands as tall as Dura while rearing high on an incredible snake tail as thick as her waist. A diaphanous loincloth covers her modesty while teasing glimpses of a humanoid pussy covered in scales. Enormous breasts the size of her head swing beneath the pink see-through top that shrouds her nipples without concealing anything as her arms shove her prey into her maw as fast as possible. She rocks her upper body in a steady rhythm, undting to help her muscles drag the limp Goblin corpse into her belly. Her red scales glitter in the flickering torchlight as feet disappear into her mouth. Red scales¡­? Somewhere along the line, it finally clicks in my head. Sure enough, I see Alex¡¯s mark on her belly. This is Opal. ¡°Get her!¡± I yell as her belly intes to preposterous proportions to contain an entire Goblin. She sees us as her jaw snaps back into ce and hisses through the veil that falls over the lower half of her face. ¡°Kyaaahhhsss!¡± Dura summons her iron-studded club and hoists it into the air. ¡°I didn¡¯t say kill her!!!¡± The Ogress hesitates, allowing the Lamia to slither past with surprising speed. Except, Opal doesn¡¯t appear to be used to her new,rger body because her tail clips Dura, causing her to fall forward. Opal crashes onto her belly. That gives me time to get in position between Opal and the escape tunnels. Taking humanoid form, I spread my arms wide to give her nowhere to go. I almost start stacking my Cinderwolf Rush to the limit before realizing how badly I¡¯ll burn her if I tackle the Lamia in that state. It¡¯s my hesitation that costs us this time. Opal flips her veil and spits venom at me from her fangs. I activate Cinderwolf Rush to dodge aside in the nick of time, but the Lamia slithers past me as well. Without going to dangerous temperatures, there¡¯s no way I can catch her. She dives for the nearest escape tunnel but underestimates her size. Rather, she forgets about the Sand Goblin in her distended human belly. Opal gets stuck halfway inside. ¡°Oof!¡± ¡°Help me grab her!¡± I yell as I sprint to take hold of the Lamia¡¯s tail. Duratches on close behind me just as Opal¡¯s struggling forces the Goblin through some internal sphincter into her snake half, allowing her to fit inside the tunnel. It bes a tug of war, Opal trying to w herself deeper while we attempt to drag her out. I¡¯m honestly shocked by the Lamia¡¯s strength that she can hold on for more than a few seconds. She is a big girl, though, and there are several bumps along her length that are presumably all the Sand Goblins she¡¯s been eating that add to her weight. Then something gives. There¡¯s a tearing sound and Opal darts into the tunnel out of sight. In our hands is the discarded shed of her snake half. I throw the tubr scale sock down in frustration and shout, ¡°This mission is fucking cursed!!! Damn it all!¡± I slump to the floor with my back against the tunnel wall, put my head in my hands, and cry. Yes, I fucking cry. ¡°I lost Opal. Alex is going to fucking kill me.¡± Flou told me about Opal¡¯s phobia of Slimes, so there¡¯s no use sending her in there. Dura blinks, drops her club, sits next to me, and gingerly, tentatively, puts her arm around me. She gives my head a gentle shove to press half my face into her sideboob. ¡°Dere, dere. Alex soft. No kill. Gabby ¡¯doh¡­¡± ¡°She¡¯ll spitroast me in all my holes as punishment,¡± I mumble into the Ogress¡¯s chest. ¡°¡®Maybe I can fuck some sense into this dumb bitch,¡¯ something like that.¡± ¡°Yah. Sound right.¡± ¡°Aaahhhrrrggghhh! I want to be on top tonight! This sucks!¡± She brushes my hair with tenderness I¡¯m unustomed to from the lovable tower of muscle. ¡°Dura¡­¡± the Ogress wracks her brain for apromise appropriate to my emotional state, ¡°Dura try no rough when hunting Suka tonight. M¡¯kay?¡± That¡¯s a huge romantic gesture for Dura. I pat her on the thigh. ¡°Thanks, Dura. You can be sweet, sometimes.¡± ¡°H-hey, did you say A-Alex sent you?¡± I look up from my boob pillow to see Opal¡¯s humanoid torso lying next to me, sticking out of a tunnel, propping her head on an elbow. Her eyes are deep wells filled with jewels that glitter like fire in the semi-darkness of my glowing hair. She¡¯s a lot more human than even the Kobolds, having grown natural ringlets of auburn hair and long, pointy ears, but there are traces of red scales on her cheeks and throat. Don¡¯t move too fast. Don¡¯t startle her. Fuck, don¡¯t screw this up. ¡°High there, Opal, right? That¡¯s correct, Alex told us about you. We came to the Lizardfolk to help them out and maybe take you back home. When you weren¡¯t there, we went to the Sheikh. He sent us to kill the monster that¡¯s been picking off his Goblins, but the bastard tricked us because it was you all along. Even the Kobold dancers told us you were in the monster¡¯sir.¡± ¡°Not technically a lie,¡± Opal agrees. She looks from me to Dura and thank fuck the Ogress doesn¡¯t try to catch her again. After a minute of deliberation, she nods to herself. ¡°I think you¡¯re telling the truth.¡± I heave a deep sigh in relief. ¡°Alright, so what happened? What¡¯s going on?¡± ¡°Well, the three of us got kidnapped by Sand Goblins, that much is true, but it wasn¡¯t merely to be breeding ves. The Sheikh tricks or forces monsters into wearing cursed garments that allow him to control their wills. They be loyal to him whether they like it or not. As soon as my friends donned their veils, they were all over him, sucking his cock and fighting to be the first to ride it. The same goes for the Cactus girls he captured. ¡°Except, when they put the veil on me, Alex¡¯s mark on my tummy red! I felt the Sheikh¡¯s ws inside my head get burned away. Then the change came upon me, and I turned into this,¡± she says as she gestures down at her snake half. ¡°Though I still gained the veil¡¯s power.¡± She flicks her wrists to summon a bone de to her palm. Gabby is going to want to hear about this. Maybe I¡¯ll get rewarded instead of punished¡­ I look down but don¡¯t see any evidence of prey bulges on her t human tummy. Her lower body is hidden in the tunnel. ¡°Um, if you don¡¯t mind me asking, why¡¯d you start eating Goblins?¡± ¡°O-oh. It¡¯s not very polite to ask a ldy about her diet, but it¡¯s alright since we¡¯re both Alex¡¯s brides.¡± I scratch behind my head a little and wince at the admonition I¡¯m about to make. ¡°My and Alex¡¯s rtionship is a bit moreplicated than wife and bride. I kind of promised I¡¯d be more powerful than the Wolf Lord and make her my bitch¡ªin a kinky way, of course!¡± Opal nods her head enthusiastically. ¡°Well,e to find out that¡¯s a really tall order. I feel like I¡¯ve been losing ground against her more and more every day.¡± She nodes again. ¡°Alex is really strong! I¡¯m fine with being a b-bottom; I even let Alex put one of her wife¡¯s offspring inside me.¡± She flexes to give me a better look at her tummy tattoo. ¡°Oh, fuck. I¡¯ve got Alex and Gabby¡¯s brat in me, too. I guess that does make us sister wives.¡± ¡°We are??? You do!?! Our babies are going to be brothers!!!¡± Opalunches herself at me, grabbing my head and shoving it between her buxom breasts as she joyfully hugs me. When I finally pull my head free I look down at our bellies one more time to confirm by Alex¡¯s uterine markings that we¡¯ve got full-blooded brothers inside us. Me and a Lamia¡ªmothers of the same brood. Damn. ¡°Snekdy should know Dura got Gabby baby boy too.¡± I wasn¡¯t going to mention it now since I¡¯m enjoying Opal¡¯s huge knockers too much to share, but Dura¡¯s right. All three of us here are Alex and Gabby¡¯s baby mommies. Opalys her cheek against Dura¡¯s breast, the big, squishy boob deforming as she uses it as a pillow. ¡°I¡¯m so happy! I never thought I¡¯d feel this way again after my family was killed, but I¡¯ve got two nice sister wives right here!¡± The Lamia sheds a bittersweet tear. Then she sighs as her mind returns to my question. ¡°Anyway, that¡¯s the reason I had to eat so many Sand Goblins. They taste disgusting by the way, and I always puke up whatever clothes I don¡¯t peel off them, but they¡¯re even nastier naked. Yuck. Right, so I guess my instincts are telling me I won¡¯t be able to swallow prey past my egg once it gets too big.¡± That makes sense. I instinctively put my hand on her tummy to go with my mental visual of her stomach swollen to nine months pregnant while trying to swallow a Goblin whole, like I saw her do before. There¡¯s no way she can stretch enough to fit him too, even for a few seconds! Opal snuggles against me as she talks, pushing both of us onto Dura¡¯sp with her weight. She¡¯s got no intention of letting me go, it seems. Dura¡¯s left arm cradles me while her rightnds on Opal¡¯s waist. ¡°I need to eat like this now becauseter on, I¡¯ll have to fast until Iy the egg.¡± Or you could, you know, chew... ¡°Got it. I think I understand now. All we have to do is pretend to capture ¡®the monster¡¯ and present you to the Sheikh, then attack him while his guard is down. Once we kill him, all his minions will be free, including the Kobolds! We¡¯ll return them to the Lizardfolk, who¡¯ll be so grateful they¡¯ll jump to join Alex¡¯s army!¡± ¡°Oh, no! No way, that¡¯s never going to work!¡± Opal objects as I feel her serpentine lower half begin coiling around my legs. ¡°I¡¯ve seen the Sheikh fight. He¡¯s way faster than you, and his de is sharp. He¡¯ll slit your throat before you know he¡¯s there.¡± ¡°Dura smash!¡± the Ogress says with confidence. I frown. ¡°She¡¯s right, he has a whole tier on you. Let¡¯s not test that metal de unless absolutely necessary.¡± Dura reluctantly backs down at our insistence. That doesn¡¯t make me happy, though. ¡°Fuck, so what do we do?¡± ¡°Send for Alex! Wait, no, don¡¯t do that either. I don¡¯t want to see the Sheikh stab Alex through the heart.¡± That wouldn¡¯t stop Alex but, from what I heard, it¡¯d all be over if he shattered Alex¡¯s core. ¡°Then there¡¯s nothing we can do. Let¡¯s return to Alex and see what she and Gabby think.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not leaving my tribe sisters! They¡¯re still in there, trapped in their own bodies. I know it. Maybe if I wait here the Sheikh will drop his guard and I can rescue them.¡± Damnit, I knew this mission was cursed. ¡°And I¡¯ll return empty-handed.¡± Opal grabs her melons and squeezes them around my face. ¡°I wouldn¡¯t say that. I won¡¯t let my brave sister-wives depart without a little ¡®thank-you¡¯ reward.¡± She waggles her eyebrows at us, and we get the message. 106.5 Bonus Chapter! (Suka, R-18) 106.5 Bonus Chapter! (Suka, R-18) Spoiler Surprise Anal, Biting [copse] Opalsnugglesagainst me, pushing both of us onto Dura¡¯sp with her weight, and grabs onto my shoulders. She¡¯s got no intention of letting me go, it seems. I even feel her serpentine lower half coiling around my legs. Dura¡¯s leftarm cradles me while her rightnds on Opal¡¯s waist. I watch Ogress fingers caress where humanoid skin transitions to scales. Opalgrabs her melons and squeezes them around my face.¡°I won¡¯t let my brave sister-wives depart without a little ¡®thank-you¡¯ reward.¡± She waggles hereyebrows at us, and we get the message. I''m not about to say no to the sexy Lamia! I send up an apology to Alex for taking Opal''s first time after the former Kobold''s evolution. Sorry, not sorry. I''ll make it up to her tonight. Settling in between Dura''s knockers and Opal''s fun bags, I take a moment to revel in this warm marshmallow heaven. Incredible softness surrounds me. I turn my head to find a hard little nipple in easy reach. Flou melts off my neck, going from scarf form to a nket beneath Dura. The Ogress grinds her big clit against my ass while I suckle Opal''s teat and tease the Lamia''s tender nubbin with my teeth. "Ahn," Opal sighs in pleasure while luxuriating in the attention. Her half-lidded eyes glitter with shy lust between curls of auburn hair as they stare into my soul. She''s cute, but the sexual confidence she gained from her experience with Alex adds a dimension of hotness to her appeal. I want to fuck her so bad. Turning from her breast, I pull her face down to mine for a kiss. Her handsnd on Dura''s pomelo-sized mounds for bnce as her huge bust slides atop my modest pair. Our nipples touch as our lips meet and I drag my fingers through her soft hair. A long, sinuous forked tongue invades my mouth. It caresses the inside of my cheeks, explores the far reaches of my tonsils, touches the tips of my canines, and intertwines with my oral member, wrapping around my root. She slurps the narrow appendage back, sliding the loop of it along the length of my tongue before thrusting inside me again. At the same time, Opal thrusts her crotch into my sensitive mons. Our arousal-slick cores rub together deliciously, though herhers are sleek and scaly. The sweet friction kindles the mes of desire inside me. I feel Dura''s hips rise beneath me as Flou prates her from below with a crystal-blood dildo. The Ogress grunts as she starts rubbing her core against my bottom harder for more stimtion. Her grip finds purchase on my waist to keep me from escaping, though I had no intention of going anywhere. My hands migrate south along the rolling ins of Opal''s shoulders and back. I trace the contours of her waist and hips before her humanoid half melds into that reptilian lower body. Then I follow the curve of her abdomen, my fingertips drawing a parab around her tummy that ends at her mound of Venus as our tongues dance. Opal''shers are protected by smooth, delicate scales slick with arousal. My digits push inside a thin slit to find a hot and humid pocket containing her soft, sulentbia. I dip a finger into her feminine tunnel and Opal sucks in a breath from my lungs. A second finger makes her moan into my mouth. She returns to kissing me at double the intensity as I slowly withdraw my digits and begin pumping her pussy. "Mmmph~!" she hums with pleasure when I find her G-spot and rub circles there. Opal writhes and wriggles atop me, squeezing my lower body with her tail while I service her. I can hardly move my legs at all even with Ogre Strength. It''s no surprise given her size and body length. She''s huge! Then the Lamia surprises me as two soft points poke my palm. The more I massage that special spot in Opal''s feminine tunnel, the harder the two pricks press against my hand. "Aah! Something''s weird..." Opal''s breath hitches, her gaze unfocused, as twin reptilian cocks covered in soft spicules evert from where her clit would be. They plop into my waiting palm, the movement rubbing their lengths against the smooth base of my hand, causing the Lamia to arch her spine for further stimtion. She struggles to find her voice but manages to say, "S-Suka, my special ce f-feels strange. Is anything wrong?" "I wouldn''t say that," I say with a mischievous grin. My fingers withdraw from her snatch to grasp both dicks and frot them together. She sucks air through her teeth in a sweet sibnt hiss. "Have you never gotten an erection before?" "I-I''ve got a b-boy''s thingie???" I''m debating how best to tease Opal about this development from her recent evolution when Dura shifts her grip from my waist to the Lamia''s lower back. This would be a fine way for the Ogre to get more pressure on her clit, and I''m enjoying being the ''little spoon'' here, but pulling Opal down on me in the middle shoves our pelvises together. I squeeze my hand free, but the twin dragons are in dangerous territory. "Ahh!" "Ahn!" The pliant spicules of Opal''s top reptilian dick grind against my clit as she shifts her weight, causing an involuntary moan to slip from my lips. I can feel her bottom cock''s tip leaking precum onto my asshole. I''m in a seriously bad position, trapped between a rock and a hard-on. "S-Suka, is this how Alex felt when she did it with me? My body..." Opal rolls her hips atop me, writhing in Dura''s iron grip to find more stimtion. The situation has me leaking severely, and her movements are spreading myher fluids all over her already slippery dicks. Our pussy juicesmingle and there''s nothing I can do... My thighs rub together impotently, feeling her firm length between my legs. Instead of asking to be let up, I find myself kissing Opal''s throat. Her eyes roll up into her head as pleasure chases away rational thought. The Ogress beneath us is getting closer to finishing. Dura''s movements are bing more erratic and her grip tightens by the second. "Nhg!" she grunts as her stony muscles pull Opal against me harder. Between the pressure and Opal''s rolling hips, it''s only a matter of time before... *Pop!* "Kyahn!" "Ah, ahn!" I gasp and moan as Opal''s members simultaneously pop into my feminine channel and secret chamber. My eyes open wide. I wasn''t prepared for anal! "Suka, you''re so t-tight! My b-boy''s thingy feels incredible, I can''t h-help it... My body..." Opal arches her spine and starts fucking me in earnest whether I''m ready or not. "My body is moving on its own!" *Plop!* *Plop!* *Plop!* *Plop!* Both my holes strain to amodate the lusty Lamia, causing me to suck in a breath through my teeth. It kind of hurts, but it feels amazing at the same time. I just need a second to adjust, "O-O-Opal, s-s-s-s-slow d-d-d-down, I-I c-c-can''t!!! Aaahhhnnn!" Dura pounds her hips up in rhythm with Opal as she fucks herself on Flou''s crystal dick, shoving her clit against my ass while she grunts and gasps in climactic desperation. The Ogress''s thrusts push me deeper onto Opal''s twin rods, intensifying my sensations as I''m made to serve as the Lamia''s cocksleeve. "O-Ohh!" I struggle to even say her name as the request for mercy dies in my throat. Opal''s bounteous breasts are pping me in the face as she fucks my ass and pussy. My corees to a roiling boil from all the rough treatment. I can''tst much longer. "I''m sorry! I''m sorry! I''m sorry!" Opal says with each m, "I don''t want it to hurt! Here, let me help you rx!" The Lamia opens her mouth to show long, hypodermic fangs. "W-w¡ªAaahhh-aaahhhnnn~!" I can''t manage a denial before she sinks those hollow needles into my neck. My scream of pain transitions to pleasure as Opal''s venom courses through my veins. Once, after my first sessful hunt as an adult, the Wolf Lord gave me a single sip from an ancient human bottle. It had a cat with ming whiskers on thebel with a bunch of words I couldn''t read. He called it, ''Sinman Whiskie.'' That''s what I feel spreading through me. Hot, spicy, burning fire in my blood that rxes my muscles and leaves me simmering in bliss. My pucker unclenches and my pussy loosens enough for Opal to bottom out inside me on her next thrust. "Fuuuck, yes!!!" I moan, and I start rolling my hips in time with Opal and Dura. I throw myself onto the twin dragons plundering my treasure caves, reveling in the pleasure of being ravaged between two glorious strong beauties. My mind is fuzzy, but I don''t need to think. All I need to do is cum, and Opal is doing an awesome job getting me there. The Lamia continues to bite my neck as she relentlessly pounds me. The prick of pain adds depth to the wonderful feeling of being stuffed full in both holes. I relish the texture of the reptilian cocks brushing my insides with those soft spicules. I wrap my arms around Opal''s back and pull her against me with all my strength. Opal, Dura, and I all arch our spines in unison as the three of use together in a spectacr orgasmic release. ""AAAHHHNNN!!!"" Lamia cream explodes in my gut and cunt, filling me up with her signature vor. The satisfaction of itbines with the Sinman Whiskie in my veins into a mind-erasing fog of bliss. The world goes white for a time as I drift away while surrounded by sweet warmth. I hear voices through the hot mist. "You really did a number on her..." Flou. Is she talking about me? "Sorry about that. I had fun, and I hope Suka did too. Let me lead you to the surface by another path to avoid..." Opal. Damn, her voice is nice even if I''m too out of it to hear everything. "Dura carry." Dura, duh. Hah! I feel loopy. When I finallye around, it''s to the light of ate afternoon sun over the desert sands. 107. Charlatan Forest, Part 5 (R-18) 107. Chatan Forest, Part 5 (R-18) Spoiler Deception, Betrayal [copse] ¡°Hey, everybody, I found one!¡± The Bee Girlnds in front of Drosera the Sundew Trap. She¡¯s blond and covered from face to ankles in a fineyer of yellow fuzz with a stripe of ck across her breasts and groin. Her arms, legs, and bee abdomen are simrly striped. A fat bee abdomen half-again her humanoid bodyweight grows from her tailbone with a sharp stinger sprouting from the end. She haspound eyes with a spark of inner light in each that tracks us like pupils and a pair ofpound aviator goggles rest on her forehead. She has four arms with humanoid hands, but insectoid ws in ce of feet. A pair ofrge insectoid wings like panes of ss buzz on her back. Fluffy patches of lighter-colored fur grow on her cor, wrists, and ankles, giving her an extra dimension of cuteness. However, each of her hands clenches a stinger dart dripping with venom. She¡¯s a few inches taller than the nt monster, still around average for a human woman, and stands on her tiptoes to smell the white flower bud growing from the stalk on Drosera¡¯s head. A score more of her sistersnd around him and crowd around while sniffing. The Sundew Trap seems unphased by this, if a little put-upon. ¡°Pollen!¡± ¡°Pollen!¡± ¡°Pollen!¡± Oh, thank fuck. I was worried we had a tough battle on our hands. It turns out the Bee Girls just want to smell the flower. The score of insectoid monsters seem to forget about their weapons, some dropping their stingers on the ground. ¡°A little help, here?¡± Drosera begs. That¡¯s right, he said he¡¯s cock-sexual. Being surrounded by bouncing tits isn¡¯t going to excite him. Jonny, on the other hand, seems excessively pleased with the sight. The poor guy probably would give anything to sprout a flower from his head at this moment. A few of the Bee Girls in the back who can¡¯t get close to Drosera turn towards us while sniffing. Three head straight for me (thanks to my Lure and Allure marks, no doubt), two for Jonny, one for Gabby, and one to our captive Goblin male named Tokt, all kneeling at our feet to inspect our ¡®stamens.¡¯ ¡°Pollen?¡± ¡°Pollen?¡± ¡°Pollen?¡± The attention I¡¯m getting from the identically beautiful Bee Girls is rousing the beast, but I¡¯m still a bit confused as to what¡¯s going on. ¡°Gabby?¡± My Goblin wife holds out her Apprentice Rods and pulls her robes aside to reveal the third member growing from the graft on her crotch, in turn earning the attention of a second and third cute insect. ¡°Bee Girls drink nectar from Flower Dryads to make their honey. They gather pollen for the Dryads, who need it to fertilize their flowers or make fruit. This ¡®pollen¡¯ can be literal or more figurative.¡± ¡°If all they want is ¡®pollen,¡¯ shouldn¡¯t we try to avoid a fight and give it to them?¡± I suggest with absolutely no ulterior motives. It helps they''re dropping their weapons while entranced by the prospect of pollen. Shrugging, Gabby agrees, ¡°That does seem to be the logical move.¡± Brenda retreats from Jonny into her Green Stone Ooze form, leaving him naked to enjoy the attention. ¡°I don¡¯t remember Bee Girls in these woods growing up.¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t know we had Bee Girls either,¡± Drosera says, ¡°But it¡¯s been a week since Ist saw the Elder. Their hive must be new to the region.¡± He sighs and addresses the mob of insectoid monsters, ¡°Come on, hurry up and do your business, then leave.¡± He shoves his flower bud in a Bee Girl¡¯s face, and she starts waving her tits around excitedly, trying to nose open the petals while the Sundew Trap rolls his eyes. Three Bee Girls go to work between my legs, one taking the tip of my erect rod while the other two lick my shaft. I bite my lip and massage my breasts to heighten the waves of pleasure rolling through me. Another two Bee Girls smell the milk beading on my nipples andetch themselves tight. On a whim, I mentally switch my stream to Pacification milk. Maybe I can take one or two of them home with me? A Bee Girl approaches me from behind and presses her tits against my back while whispering in my ear, ¡°Rx.¡± Hands reach for me by the score, each Bee Girl equipped with four limbs that stroke and caress every inch of my exposed scales. Their wings hum a soft drone that warms and stirs the air around us pleasantly. It¡¯s like suddenly being in a sauna surrounded by sexy masseuses. ¡°Ahh, ahhh, aaahhhn!¡± Gabby is swarmed by Bee Girls that swallow her three rods, overwhelming the Goblin girl with simultaneous bliss. More Bee Girls y with her tits and stimte herher holes with their nimble fingers. Two Bee Girls y with Jonny¡¯s shaft like a flute, kissing and licking his length as his hips twitch and jerk. A third hovers to lock lips with the young man and press her breasts against his arm. Jonny finds her quim with his digits and strokes her sex as they make out. Additional Bee Girls start to swarm around him as they smell his Human seed, or ''pollen.'' Tokt, the Goblin we captured, is covered in Bee Girls that suck him off and kiss him all over. Brenda surprises us by everting a throbbing, luminescent Green Slime cock from the clit of her exoticbial cleft. She throws a Bee Girl to the ground and starts fucking the hapless insectoid monster. The Bee Girls aren¡¯t particrly interested in Megan and Gale, but the two of them manage to pull a couple off of me and Jonny. Once they¡¯re separated from the swarm it doesn¡¯t take much convincing to put all those hands and fingers to work. Gale sits on a Bee Girl¡¯s face to initiate a sixty-nine while Megan once again demonstrates her advanced oral and fingering skills on another Bee Girl, quickly rendering her victim helpless. Flou3 reverts from Megan¡¯s fur bikini to Fuzzy Slime form, allowing her to double-team the Bee Girl¡¯s ass with a fleshy member while the mouse girl works the front. ¡°If you¡¯re not going to enjoy this, then I will,¡± Olindia tell Drosera, splitting a dozen Jellyfish tentacles from the pink dress to catch the Bee Girls smelling his flower. She proceeds to roughly vite the insect monsters¡¯ asses and pussies with her invasive tendrils. A Bee Girl takes my mouth in hers, kissing me as her sisters milk me dry. She tastes like honey, but thinner with a slight waxiness. I wonder if she¡¯s been working on the hive? All thoughts like that are driven from my mind by wandering hands, soft mouths, and gentle suction on my tip. ¡°Mmmph,¡± I moan into her mouth as cum erupts from my shaft. The Bee Girlsugh and share my seed between themselves. They seem so sweet and innocent. My urges are going wild! I pull the Bee Girl kissing me away to free my face, brush aside the Bees on my tits, pick one at random, throw her to the ground ass-up, and put my hands on her butt. Damn, I never thought a soft, squishy feminine rump covered in fine fur would feel this good under my hands. Spreading her cheeks, I see the divot of her pucker and the pink of her sex. I almost taste her, but I¡¯m so fucking horny I have to put my cock somewhere first. It takes another few seconds to align everything; I to lift her abdomen to rest against my chest and exercise all my willpower to remember to use her rear entry instead of the fertile tunnel. Covered in Bee Girl spit and my own cum, I thrust smoothly into her hot and silky backdoor. ¡°Ahn!¡± she cries as she takes me halfway. Another few strokes in and out, and I¡¯m fully inside her secret chamber. She¡¯s so aroused that something starts to evert from her abdomen. It¡¯s pink and long and slick with viscous fluids. An ovipositor! Her hard member finds the supple valley of my cleavage and she can¡¯t help flexing her abdomen to take my breasts in reverse-paizuri. I fucking love it! I can¡¯t wait to try this position with my be-dicked-lovers. The thought of giving pleasure with my ample chest while tongue-fucking Cottontail or Gabby¡¯s ass is driving me crazy. Too bad the Bee Girl¡¯s abdomen doesn¡¯t do anything for me on its own, but I¡¯m screwing her ass and having a st. I feel a slick, probing prick at my backdoor from the Bee Girl pressing her breasts into my shoulders. What a cheeky girl! I rx my ass and let the Ovipositor slide between my buttocks, find my rosebud, and thrust inside. Pleasure thrills through me at the sensation of filling and being filled. Looking around, more of the Bee Girls are getting turned on and showing their ovipositors. Gabby has her three rods buried in Bee Girl ass and pussy at this point, with one Ovipositor in her mouth and sitting on another. Gale and Megan are both getting fucked in their cunts while Gale sucks an Ovipositor and Megan gives two handjobs with her mouth switching between the phalluses. Two Bee Girls are making out with their abdomens curled down between their legs to spitroast Flou3¡¯s bunny-eared Fuzzy Slime form. Tokt the Goblin has it the worst/best? He has one ovipositor in the mouth while being double prated in the ass by two Bee Girls working in careful concert. Not to be outdone, Drosera is all smiles now there are dicks everywhere. He¡¯s grabbed as many Bee Girls as his sticky Sundew Trap tendrils can catch and is thoroughly milking each Ovipositor in search of spunk. One Bee Girl has her arms around his waist while pumping into his butt with her member. Olindia, meanwhile, is jacking off a couple of Bee Girls with her Jellyfish tentacles without stopping her assault on their asses and pussies. After the Bee Girls discovered Brenda is fuckable, she got several hangers-on probing her Stone Ooze body for glowing green holes to stick their ovipositors in. She continues to prone bone a Bee Girl while two others prate her mouth and ass. Jonny refuses to unclench his backdoor, but happily deepthroats an ovipositor while railing a Bee Girl on her back. This orgy has me up the wall with carnal need. Cinderwolf Rush! Cinderwolf Rush! Two get me energized like there¡¯s boiling oil in my veins without getting me so hot I burn anyone. I pound my Bee Girl¡¯s plush rump as fast as I can, wanting to finish first and go another round with the next girl in line before the others are through. Cum boils inside me before violently shooting out to fill her gut. My insistent thrustsmand an early orgasm from the Bee Girl beneath me. Her body shudders and writhes around my member and her abdomen convulses as her ovipositor cums into my cleavage with a great ssh of wetness I feel bulging the shaft as it passes. I¡¯m far from sated, though. Part of my mind registers the effect of Bunny Patron Stamina demanding I spread my seed far and wide. Maybe Jonny¡¯s Human pheromones are affecting me? Is a double dose of human pheromones the reason all these monsters are so horny? Another, deeper, repressed memory bobs to the surface. A warning g I buried in the hopes it would never rise again. But I¡¯ve been burned before, though I won¡¯t speak her name, and I decide to check something before pulling the next Bee Girl onto my spear. My fingers fish through the puddle of Bee cum in myp to find a gtinous, ovoid mass. I raise it into my vision for inspection. An egg. It¡¯s then a small entry in the Book of Monsters pops into my head. ¡®Though this monster has amon evolutionary starting point with the Bee Girl line, they have a fundamentally separate evolutionary progression with no crossover or ovep. Despite many obvious physical differences, multiple observers have strangely reported difficulty telling them apart.¡¯ The odd note didn¡¯t make any sense until now. The name of the entry¡­ Murder Hos. A ck figure wriggles inside the translucent egg and I feel a muted snapping within. The source bes clear as a dark grub with scissor mandibles cuts itself free. The maggoty Grubbinunches itself at my breast where it bites my nipple. ¡°MOTHERF 108. Charlatan Forest, Part 6 108. Chatan Forest, Part 6 Spoiler Carnage, Gore [copse] ¡°MOTHERFUCKER!¡± I shout loud enough to shake the leaves on the trees. The Grubbin biting my teat is of little concern. Despite the pain, it¡¯s more of a pinch than a cut because my Lizardman Scales and Ogre Toughness together make my flesh impervious to first-tier attacks. Much more critical is raising the rm to protect my lovers and allies. ¡°Murder Hos!¡± There¡¯s an amount of shock and confusion, sure, but I¡¯m the leader of our group and my girls havee to respect my word and follow my lead. If I say there¡¯s danger, they¡¯d believe me over their own senses. Others are new to my group but have strong predator instincts. Some responses are quick and deadly. Clearly, the Murder Hos hadn¡¯t expected their ruse to be uncovered so soon. The one who identally let an egg slip early because of how hard I fucked her really screwed the pooch (I know what that''s like). Several of her sisters are inpromising positions with Slime monster tendrils on or inside them. The result is predictable. Flou3 bites through the ovipositors fucking her and attacks the closest Murder Ho with a storm of maws. Olindia skewers the Murder Ho she was screwing, melting them from the inside and thrusting bloody Jellyfish tendrils all the way through. Brenda fills a Murder Ho¡¯s ass with Green Slime acid instead of sour-apple-vored cum. Two more insectoid monsters retreat from the Stone Ooze¡¯s mouth and ass with their ovipositors torn off. Drosera switches his sweet and sticky Sundew to acidic glue with a thought, trapping and melting several Murder Hos. Some responses are measured or nimble. Gabby channels Ember Magic through each of her rods to burn the Murder Hos sucking them. Then she hops to her feet and kicks the ovipositor that was seconds away from filling her with deadlyrva. Gale bites through an ovipositor with her sharp carnivorous teeth, ps off the ground with her wings, and carves into enemy flesh using her talons. Megan is surrounded byrger monsters but manages to extract the ovipositor inside her before the Murder Hos realize what she¡¯s doing. Some responses have surprisingly good instincts. Jonny hears me and spits out an Ovipositor even as it starts spewing Grubbin eggs. He stands, jerking his cock from the Bee Girl on her back, and dodges the eggs she tries to shoot at his butt. I can¡¯t me the poor man for clenching his cheeks now. Then Jonny makes a running dive for Brenda, who epts and molds herself around his body protectively. And then there¡¯s Tokt. Our Goblin captive is clueless, doesn¡¯t know me, and only really understands that he¡¯s being enjoyably fucked by some beautiful women. The fact those supposed cute ¡®Bee Girls¡¯ proceed to hold him down and pump all his holes full of Grubbin eggses as aplete shock and betrayal. He dies screaming, his corpse overflowing with scissor-mandible maggots that swell in size by the second before eating their way out of his body in search of more meat. Unfortunately, we¡¯re still outnumbered by Murder Hos and now they¡¯re covering the battlefield in their hatching spawn. The Grubbins are jumping five feet high in an arc, making them dangerous foes for unarmored second-tier monsters like my girls. The Murder Hos themselves summon their venomous darts to hand (four at a time) and tear off their own faces, wigs, and breasts to my shock and horror. Then it makes sense. These monsters cover themselves in waxes, fur, and papery pulp mach¨¦ made from masticated wood shavings, drink nectar to sweeten their saliva, and rub themselves with flowers for perfume beforepleting the disguise with some form of magic. The creatures underneath are barely humanoid with chitinous exoskeletons and sharp mandibles. At least I don¡¯t feel too guilty about the ensuing carnage. Close quarters with friend and foe intermingled makes Air des a poor choice. That attack is so strong it¡¯ll cut through one enemy to hit the ally beyond. But I have Pitcher Vines and Fishman Spears. I¡¯m no longer a novice with weapons. Gone are the days when I needed to study my opponent for minutes before I began my counterattack. Fast Learner will improve my efficiency as the battle progresses, but I¡¯m dual-wielding and stabbing vital points from the word ¡®go.¡¯ In the thicket ofbat I rely on Predator Sense for evasion, but the number of attacksing at me from the four-armed monsters on all sides is immense. Thankfully, venomous darts skid off my Lizardman Scales, and leaping Grubbins are unable to find purchase on my flesh. The few stingers that find the hollow of my armpit, neck, or back of my knee have trouble puncturing Ogre Tough flesh. ¡°You need to be stronger than that to cut me!¡± A few Murder Hos take to the air, but I throw Ember Spears at them, scatting sparks onto their mmable wings. My spear points findpound eyes and open mandibles to be effective vulnerable targets. The two sluggish Hos I Pacified with milk beforebat started are the first to die with their reflexes slowed. I break my spear shaft against Ho heads and jab spear butts into their chests and stomachs, summoning new spears as necessary. This is what happens when my strength exceeds my weapon¡¯s durability. Others try to run, but my Vines catch their legs and pull them in close. A stomp of my foot raises a spike of Earth through the torso of a tripped Murder Ho. I could do this all day, but mypanions need me. Gabby is forced to y defensively. She¡¯s not equipped to fight on the frontline surrounded by so many deadly foes. Instead, she raises earthen walls around herself and covers the top with vines. Anything that gets close is strangled by animated weeds or sucked ankle-deep into the ground, and anything probing her dirt wall gets set on fire. Gale focuses on evasion. She¡¯s agile in the air and able to protect herself with talons, but this means she¡¯s naturally pushed out of the melee the more she dodges. The Harpy girl can¡¯t get into her attack range without suffering counterattacks she can¡¯t afford to take. Drosera may have powerful acid-glue at his disposal, but he¡¯s focusing everything on the Grubbinsunching themselves his way. He¡¯ll be in serious trouble if even one of those scissor mandibles gets past his guard. Their bites are sharp and deep enough to sever an artery that could bleed out in minutes. He ends up using the bodies of fallen Hos glued to his Sundew tendrils as shields. Granted, Olindia, and Flou3 are massacring their opponents. The Murder Hos are ill-equipped to deal with inorganic monsters, their stinger venom having a reduced effect on Slime. The Grubbins thatnd on either Slime Girl get dissolved or chomped instead of vice-versa. Long Jellyfish tentacles whip around the battlefield striking opportunity attacks on distracted Hos and the bunny-eared Fuzzy Slime leaps at neck after neck like a certain famous killer leporid from ancient human lore. Jonny, now safely ensconced in his Green Stone Ooze Brenda-suit, is mowing through the enemy at a steady pace. Stingers break against his rocky edifice and Brenda focuses on protecting his face from leaping Grubbins. Several times, the openings for his eyes and nose close in the nick of time before something dark with mandiblesnds there. ¡°Retreat!¡± calls the distorted, insectoid voice of a Murder Ho hovering above the melee. Their losses must have reached the tipping point. With little to gain from continuing the fight, they all take to the skies as one. They throw their summoned stingers at us and poop their Grubbin babies on our heads as they flee. *Routed the Murder Hos ¨C Two Swarm Marks!* ¡°Where¡¯s Megan?¡± I ask, dreading the answer. Sure enough, the mouse girl is in the air, fighting off the advances of questing ovipositors as the swarm of Murder Hos flies away. I leap fifteen feet into the air with Ogre Strength and Harpy Lightweight ande up short, throwing spear after spear, but I haven¡¯t trained my aim against their flying trajectory. Few of my attacks hit. I still can¡¯t use Air des with Megan in the mix. Gabby¡¯s nt Growth vines w uselessly at the air. Olindia¡¯s Jellyfish tendrils catch another Ho and drag it to earth but it¡¯s not the one who has Megan. It¡¯s Flou3 who makes progress where others fail. The Fuzzy Slimetches onto my leg at the peak of my jump and crawls to my head before leaping again while stretching a fleshy maw to catch hold of an insectoid leg. She flows up the Ho like water and leaps from the monster¡¯s head to grab another higher limb in her teeth. Flou3 continues to bounce, leap, and swing from Ho to Ho, getting closer to Megan by the second. ¡°DON¡¯T TOUCH MY WIFE!¡± screams Gale as she swoops into the swarm with her talons bared. She fights like a Harpy possessed, shing at insectoid flesh, and beating foes with her wings like bludgeons. I¡¯m not about to let these bitches carry off my favorite mouse girl pregnant with my and Cottontail¡¯s daughter! Afternding, I scramble through my menus for the Ho Wings I¡¯ll need to hunt the fuckers down when another notification stops me cold. *Nursed the Sweet Bee Girl ¨C One Swarm Mark!* What. The. Fuck?!? My horrified eyes fall to my chest, where the first Grubbintched onto my nipple. I never bothered to remove it since the mandible couldn¡¯t pierce my defenses. Instead, it started drinking my milk. My milk set to Pacification. The Book of Monsters had said they shared a mon evolutionary starting point.¡¯What if the divergence in their evolution paths is their diet after hatching? The former Grubbin has swollen in size, dropped its scissor-mandibles entirely, and turned a creamy white. It begins to metamorphose before my eyes. A sticky substance produced from both ends glues it to my shoulder and waist like a sling. Its skin dries and hardens while the life inside liquifies before slowly reforming into a new shape. My stuttering brain finally clicks over from Fight mode to Protect. I¡¯ve got a baby strapped to my chest. This changes everything. Fuck. ¡°STOP KILLING THE GRUBS! Catch them and bring them to me!¡± Fuck, fuck, fuck, what am I going to do? This isn''t like the Servitors. Those fucking bitches were literally throwing babies at us. FUCK! If Gabby holds the Grubbins safe for me, I can still grow wings and chase after Megan. Predator sense gives a barely noticeable signal an instant before something hits the back of my head, sttering on impact. It doesn¡¯t even hurt. I¡¯m just God Beast damned annoyed. Incredulous, I turn to see a Twisted Apple Treefolk at the opposite end of the clearing throwing rotten purple apples at us. ¡°Take this, you whores!¡± he shouts. My eye twitches. I almost forgot the entire forest is hostile territory. The enemy can look like trees. Nowhere is safe. The rotten apples are barely a threat, certainly poisonous to anyone without Goblin Gut, but not caustic on contact. It¡¯s almost like¡­ This is a distraction. ¡°Help!¡± Gabby screams as wooden tentacles drag her into the underbrush the moment she leaves her earthen walls to help gather Grubbins. I run after her without a moment of hesitation. The ground moves beneath me as the Twisted bastard uses his Earth Magic to make me stumble, costing precious seconds. Damnit, I should¡¯ve taken Mouse Bnce! My own Earth Magicunches me into the air on a pir of stone, then my vines catch hold of a branch and I swing out of the Twisted Treefolk¡¯s sight. Cinderwolf Rush! Cinderwolf Rush! I can¡¯t go any hotter without cooking my baby Sweet Bee. Several unseen attackers throw vines and nt Growth attacks at me, but Predator Sense and my developing experience from Fast Learner allows me to navigate the obstacles before they can trip me. The speed boost sets me running at a breakneck pace with my Partner Tracker guiding my path. My pounding feet devour the meters separating us until the Strangler Fig Treefolkes into view. He¡¯s tall and man-shaped with his entire body woven from wooden tentacles. I don¡¯t see Gabby, but I trust my Partner Tracker mark. There¡¯s only one ce she could be. I grab the Strangler¡¯s shoulder and mp down until bark shatters. I pull him in close, put another hand on his head, and tear the fucker in half. Wooden tentacles snap like twigs before my Ogre Strength to reveal Gabby bound and gagged in the hollow of his chest. The pieces of him remain animate, resisting me as I rend and tear every tentacle apart from every other until there¡¯s no piece long enough to strangle. Then I pull the phallic gag from Gabby¡¯s mouth and snap the binding on her wrists. My Goblin wife leaps into my arms and presses her face into the hollow of my throat. I clutch her to me, careful to avoid the infant Bee Girlrvae glued to my chest. We return to the clearing at a brisk, if slightly less urgent pace. The unseen attackers had no interest in sticking around for me after I effortlessly evaded their vines. Things have been resolved by the time we get back. The Twisted Apple bastard is dead with Jonny and Brenda standing over him, tree trunk snapped in half by acid burns and repeated stone punches. Olindia has six Grubbins safely in her pink Jellyfish tentacles. I set Gabby down. ¡°Gale and Flou fought their way to the Ho carrying Megan. They were all alive thest I saw of them, but they fell over there,¡± Olindia says as she points deeper into the woods. ¡°The other Hos fled.¡± I pray to the God Beasts my Partner Tracker would let me know if any of my mates died. Nodding, I turn to Drosera¡­ who has a dozen Grubbins glued to his Sundew tendrils. ¡°You could¡¯ve escaped in the confusion,¡± I say to him. He smiles at me. ¡°Alex, you might never be on the receiving end of your own dick to verify this, but let me just say you fuck like a Valkyrie.¡± Despite the dour mood, Iugh. Typical monster thinking with their cock, or ass as the case may be. Then I run my fingers through his hair and lean down to kiss him chastely on the lips. Straightening, I shed a tear, but wipe it with a fist. Gabby puts a gentle,forting hand on my thigh. ¡°We¡¯ll get them back.¡± ¡°Yeah. That, get you some Mandragora nectar, and fuck Chatan Forest.¡± 109. Charlatan Forest, Part 7 (R-18) 109. Chatan Forest, Part 7 (R-18) Spoiler Ugly old bastard raping prisoners [copse] I deal with the Grubbins one by one. There¡¯s no putting it off. They¡¯ll eat each other if we don¡¯t Pacify them. Some arerge and dark, while others are small and barely ckened. No matter how much milk I feed therge, dark ones, they don¡¯t change color. In fact, they hate milk and won¡¯t drink unless we force them. We¡¯ve determined these are the ones that ate Tokt. They gained a taste for flesh and won¡¯t tolerate anything else. A couple of them will drink the milk, but their bodies won¡¯t turn white. Gabby says it¡¯s like how some monsters can¡¯t evolve along certain paths even with all the requirements fulfilled. There¡¯s an affinity aspect to evolution that can¡¯t be forced. They were born from Murder Hos, and that breeding runs true. Others take to my milk like human babes. It¡¯s weird to nurse the maggoty insectoid monsters, but I¡¯ve been training for years to be a monster Tamer or Breeder. Part of that is mental training. Growing up in the association, us girls are conditioned by giving us various monster baby dolls to pretend-nurse, change, and burp. Bee Girls are one of the monster species known to my hometown, and there are still old, faded bounties in the archives that were once posted to reward any Tamer willing to go out and get impregnated by one. A steady stream of honey from mature Bee Girls would¡¯ve drastically improved the quality of life for everyone in town. I can only imagine the celebration we¡¯d have had if I returned from my first day as a Tamer with a Bee Girlrva! That thought brings a smile to my face. A smile quickly dashed by the dark task ahead. Of the score Grubbins recovered, only ten make the transition to Bee Girl, including the one glued to my right breast. The rest¡­ ¡°You don¡¯t have to do this, Alex,¡± Olindia says, surprising me. ¡°I can make it quick.¡± She¡¯s the only monster here who gets it. Gabby loves me, but she has the mind of a monster. ¡®Meat is meat.¡¯ Eating prey that can talk doesn¡¯t faze her; she only abstains because it makes me ufortable. Brenda was once human, but she grew up in the woods and doesn¡¯t share my hometown¡¯s culture. They can¡¯t imagine why I¡¯d let the monsters go if only it wouldn¡¯t cost some poor bunny or Doggin their life somewhere down the road. Jonny understands since he went to most of the same sses I did, but I¡¯m the leader. ¡°It¡¯s my responsibility.¡± I lift a boulder from the ground with Earth Magic and Ogre Strength, and then, with a heavy heart, I crush the Murder Horvae. I need a minute. Shake it off! Shake it off, Alex. I survey the nine beautiful baby¡­ grubs grown all fat and white. They¡¯re undergoing the same metamorphosis as the first, finding things to glue themselves to while their skins harden, and their guts rearrange into a new shape. If I¡¯m right, and my mark system has never been wrong before, they¡¯ll be darling little Sweet Bee girls soon enough. It¡¯ll all be worth it. ¡°Brenda, you¡¯re baby carriage. Olindia, protect Jonny.¡± Brenda¡¯s hard Stone Ooze skin and soft Green Slime interior make her the safest ce to put the fragilervae. We tried removing the one on my chest, but it feels like we¡¯ll damage her before the glue rips free. The two former humans exchange frowns. Neither seems pleased. ¡°Um, like, where do I put my core?¡± the Pink Slime asks. Jonny holds his ass closed with both hands while shaking his head emphatically, ¡®no.¡¯ ¡°Jonny, darling, sweety, babe! Come on, we¡¯re besties, aren¡¯t we?¡± I plead with him while he shakes his head even harder, buttocks clenched like iron. ¡°What¡¯s a little butt stuff between besties?¡± ¡°She can keep her core on the outside!¡± he objects. ¡°I¡¯m saving my ass for true love!¡± ¡°I¡¯m not leaving my core to swing in the wind!¡± Olindia fires back. ¡°I¡¯ll protect Jonny,¡± Drosera offers. ¡°¡°¡­¡±¡± ¡°How?¡± I venture to ask. The Sundew Trap proceeds to drop a seed from the white flower bud on his head. The seed then grows into a Sundew nt. Drosera¡¯s hands glow green as he focuses his magic on rapidly aging the nt into a huge version of itself. Over the course of a few minutes, (which exins why he didn¡¯t do this during the battle) the Sundew nt grows to the size of a carriage. The nt¡¯s arms bow out with their tips touching to form a hollow in the center. Roots rise from the earth and lift the structure from the ground to walk it about like the Twisted Apple Treefolk. It really is a carriage! Every surface is covered with those red stalks tipped with sticky dew. ¡°Get in, hot stuff.¡± I have to say, I¡¯m impressed. ¡°Nice ride.¡± ¡°Thanks, I guess. Had to get rid of it to pose as a Mandragora.¡± Jonny and Brenda still aren¡¯t pleased with the situation. Hmm. ¡°Alright, Drosera, you carry thervae. The rest of us, business as usual.¡± I summon my red crab armor to protect the little one on my chest. Summoning automatically resizes depending on my stature, and I rightly assume it''ll adjust the front to envelop my charge. The infant Sweet Bee should be defended from most enemies like this. We get in formation, Jonny with his Green Stone Ooze Brenda-suit, Drosera wearing his Pink Jellyfish Olindia miniskirt while carrying our precious cargo in a Sundew Carriage, and Gabby in the middle where she won¡¯t get grabbed by wandering tentacles again. The six of us stride into the woods guided by my Partner Tracker. ¡°Shit,¡± I say as a thought urs to me. ¡°What, now?¡± Olindia asks. ¡°Thest thing Flou said before the Murder Hos came. Suka said she, Dura, and Lucinia are all stuck in the desert. Anything could¡¯ve happened to them by now and we¡¯ve got no way to know.¡± Gabby reassures me, ¡°Suka and Dura are strong, remember. Trust in them. They¡¯ll be fine.¡± I take her words for what they¡¯re worth and try not to be consumed with worry. After a few minutes of travel, Drosera pipes up, ¡°You realize we¡¯re headed straight for the Elder, right?¡± ¡°Oh, fucking damn it. Megan, Gale, and Flou could¡¯vended anywhere but count on my luck to have them plop in the Elder Treefolk¡¯sp.¡± ¡°Elderberry,¡± Brenda says, correcting me. I look at her funny. ¡°The Elderberry Tree rules this forest.¡± ¡°A Twisted Elderberry Treefolk,¡± Gabby says, considering. Then she turns to me. ¡°Alex, promise me, we have to steal his cock!¡± I grin. ¡°Yeah, that sounds about right.¡±
¡°That one¡¯s a Treefolk,¡± Drosera says, pointing at an otherwise unassuming oak. The moment he does, a shocked face appears in the bark. ¡°Hey, you fucking bussy bitch! No fair!¡± ¡°Got it,¡± Jonny says, happy to swing his stony fists around. Brenda seems content to let him y with her strength. The Twisted Apple Treefolk tries to run but doesn¡¯t get far. ¡°Timber!¡± It''s seriously great having a Treefolk guide in Chatan Forest, no offense, Benda! ¡­ ¡°Treefolk.¡± This time, Drosera points at a branch. I leap into action, literallyunching myself. Grabbing the branch with both gauntleted hands, I pull and bring it down on my knee midair, snapping the Strangler Fig in half before it can unfurl. ¡­ ¡°Treefolk?¡± Jonny asks, pointing at a willow tree. Drosera shakes his head, ¡®no.¡¯ Jonny punches the tree anyway, making its leaves shudder, but otherwise doesn¡¯t reveal itself to be sentient. ¡°How are you doing this?¡± I ask. ¡°It¡¯s impossible to tell them apart from nts while they¡¯re in stealth mode.¡± Drosera blinks at me. ¡°I¡¯m a nt,¡± he says like I¡¯m a moron. Ugh. ¡°It may not seem like we¡¯re being stealthy,¡± Gabby says, ¡°But if we intercept any Treefolk who spot us, we¡¯re essentially moving unnoticed as far as the Elder is concerned.¡± ¡°Yes,¡± Drosera agrees. ¡°We¡¯ll be there soon. Better we move cautiously and lower our voices as we draw near.¡± ¡°Good point!¡± I say, then realize I need to be quieter. ¡°Better spend my new marks as well.¡± *Swarm Marks ¨C Three* Compound Eyes (S. Bee, M. Ho) Summon Goggles (S. Bee, M. Ho) Antennae (S. Bee, M. Ho) Abdomen (S. Bee, M. Ho) Stinger Ovipositor Sweet Treat Murder Egg Shot Wings (S. Bee, M. Ho) Buzz Propelled Extra Arms (S. Bee, M. Ho) Murder Ho Exoskeleton Murder Ho Disguise Venom Dart (S. Bee, M. Ho) Sweet Bee Wax The Goggles! I wonder if they do anything? Probably not, if ancient human lore is to be believed. I¡¯m also confused about the Antennae. What¡¯s the point? At least the Abdomen gives ess to a stinger. Bee Wax seems underwhelming. Welp, I was already starting to resemble some exotic monster. Now I¡¯ll look like a freaky Hybrid. *Selected Murder Ho Wings!* *Selected Sweet Bee Extra Arms!* *Selected Murder Ho Venom Dart!* The feeling of new muscles and bones growing inside me before two new sets of limbs explode from my body is¡­ unique to say the least. Painful, yes, sure. Excruciating? Yep, you could totally say that. I suck air through my teeth as ssy wings sprout from between my upper shoulder des. ¡®Upper¡¯ because a whole new arrangement of shoulders are messing with my previously hunky-dory rib and spine setup. I chose the ¡®Sweet Bee¡¯ variation just in case the other choice would¡¯ve given me spindly exoskeletal limbs, but the ability appears to copy the original arms rather than graft monster parts onto me wholesale. Flexing while looking down at myself reveals the intricate interlocking muscture of my modified body. It¡¯s ingeniously beautiful enough to seem natural. I now have four working arms. A little experimentation reveals the abilityes with a free Multitasking focus to support the bonus limbs. Hurray! I get an additional bonus action per round ofbat! Training with Fast Learner while we walk is enough to get me up to speed on using them. Wait a second, why didn''t my Webling markse with a set of extra limbs??? This is bullshit! Whatever. I test the wings by pping them at high speeds until I start to hover. The force of lift generated tells me I couldn¡¯t get airborne without Harpy Lightweight. Since this mark tree doesn¡¯t have an equivalent for that, Buzz Propelled must be theirpensatory mark. They don¡¯t have Air Magic either, but they didn¡¯t look like the most agile or speedy fliers. That said, their insectoid wings are better at hovering and side-to-side or up-and-down. Sort of an ancient human helicopter verses jet fighter situation. Harpy flight requires an extra mark for Tailfeathers, whereas Swarm flight is cheaper by the number of marks it costs. Which option I ultimately go with depends on how useful the other abilities in the tree are, like when I decided on Orc Stature verses Bunny Patron Stature. Next is testing the Venom Darts. They¡¯re basically short spears, or daggers with long handles depending on how you think of them. However, their base material is chitin, making them more durable than the wooden Fishman Spears I¡¯m used to. Better durability means I can apply more force without shattering them. Add in their venomous property and they seem like superior weapons. Their only shoring is that they don¡¯t burn well. That doesn''t sound like a bad thing until I try to use my Ember Magic on a Venom Dart. It just chars and smolders without casting any sparks when shattered. Basically useless. I¡¯m sticking to my Ember Spears when fighting mmable enemies. Otherwise, the Venom Darts are a halfway-decent weapon upgrade. I catch Gabby giving me a contemtive look. ¡°What?¡± ¡°Just thinking about Echidnas,¡± she says, her eyes tracing my new wings. ¡°You¡¯re going to have the region under your thumb in a matter of days.¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t know what I was signing up for when we met,¡± Drosera adds while appreciating the additions to my body as well, ¡°But I can¡¯t say I hate it.¡± I can tell by the erection pressing through his Stone Ooze suit that Jonny approves of the changes. He¡¯s a human raised to breed monsters. To us, the stranger the appearance, the stronger the monster, the more important it is to breed them. He¡¯s conditioned to be attracted to powerful monsters the way far-ancient humans were attracted to portly, curvaceous figures as a sign of fertility and wealth. I give him four finger-guns and a wink.
As the six of us approach the heart of the forest, I get glimpses of a certainndmark through the canopy. It¡¯s something I first spotted from the air when Gabby kidnapped me on my way home. Finally getting a good look takes my breath away. The Elder is big. Redwood big. Head and shoulders above his peers. Big enough for an ancient human car to drive through a hole in the trunk like in an ancient human postcard. I mean,e on, that¡¯s a lot of wood! There¡¯s no way we have enough damage to take something like him on. If I expected a body like said redwood, I''d be disappointed. His face is lumpy with gnarls and he''s pudgy around the gut. The massive Elderberry tree has a face like a Twisted Apple Treefolk, his jaws a gaping hole in the trunk without the jagged teeth of his younger cousins. Gabby, Drosera, and I sneak closer for a better look while Jonny and Brenda guard the Sundew carriage. The Elder appears to be holding ¡®court¡¯ as it were. Twisted Treefolk, Pitchers, and Busty Willows form a perimeter around the small clearing beneath the shadow of the Elder¡¯s branches. A couple of Strangler Figs approach him and unfurl their chests. ¡°Ah, what have we here? Is it supper time already?¡± The Elder¡¯s wooden branch arms are long enough to grab the captives inside from a dozen feet away. He chuckles as he drags a Dire Wolf and an Orcess in close. We see a massive rod stiffen at the base of his trunk; the wrinkled shaft¡¯s size is more fit for a horse than anything appropriate to find on a humanoid. ¡°That¡¯ll make a good staff,¡± Gabby says with utter confidence. I do admire that about her even when I feel it¡¯s ill-ced. This guy is bad news. "Dance for me," hemands, his voice that of an abusive grandpa. His prey gyrates and twirls in terror, fake smiles on their faces. The audience ps and jeers at their technique. "Eat," he says while shaking his branches to shower them in rotten elderberries that stter on impact, "Enjoy yourst meal." The noxious juices get everywhere, some inevitably slipping into the poor captives'' mouths despite their spluttering. Both begin to gag and wretch while stumbling about as if drunk. Perhaps they are if the elderberries are simr to the Twisted Apples. Laughing at his victims¡¯ terror, the Elder taunts them for a few minutes before fulfilling his perverted desires. His phallic spear is far too big to enter either captive without tearing, but he clearly doesn¡¯t care as he uses them one by one. After ravishing them topletion and relishing in their pain, he proceeds to eat them at a torturously slow pace. "This is my favorite sauce," hements on the elderberry-thered victims before taking the first bite. His audience starts begging him for a taste, though the Strangler Figs remain deathly quiet. "There''s another pair ready, sir," an unusuallyrge Pitcher says after the meal is finished. "Excellent, it¡¯s important we perform their ceremony before the battle. Bring them to me." They know about the uing war? What is he nning? ¡°Fuck this,¡± I whisper under my breath in disgust. I have a more urgent task. I go to move on as my Partner Tracker says my girls aren''t here, but Drosera stops me with a hand on my shoulder. "Wait." ¡°Seriously?¡± ¡°You wanted to know about Fruit Nymphs?¡± I nod. ¡°Keep watching.¡± Every second we spend here ratchets up the tension growing inside me after being separated from Gale, Megan, and Flou3, but I listen to him. While I''m not sure what we have to gain from watching another such grisly scene, I quickly find this pair is not like the first. A Busty Willow leads a Mandragora man and a human woman before the Elder, the two of them holding hands for mutualfort. Both are intimidated by the huge tree monster, but neither seem terrified. This isn¡¯t their first time in the Elder¡¯s presence. ¡°E-Elder, we¡¯re ready for the ceremony,¡± the young man says. "Ah, congrattions to both of you on reaching your age of majority. It¡¯s well and time for you to join the ranks of our esteemed peers.¡± The audience cheers maliciously as the Elder continues. ¡°Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join together these two with unholy matrimony. Well, without further ado¡­¡± He grabs and pulls them near, both new victims cringing at the blood on his maw and the stink of his breath. But what he does this time is different. Wooden ws pierce the Mandragora''s chest like wet paper and he withdraws the beating, green heart dripping ichor. The boy dies with a look of betrayal on his face. Horrified and screaming denial, her lover¡¯s forevermore-still hand yet clenched in hers, the girl can do nothing as the Elder presses the boy¡¯s freshly excised heart to her chest. Impossibly, the girl¡¯s red-blooded flesh yields to the green heart and epts it into herself. Immediately, she begins to transform. Her skin turns green, except for her breasts, which swell in size and be the lush red of giant strawberries studded with seed-like achenes. Blueberries grow in her hair along with small white flowers. The girl¡¯s clit balloons to ten inches long with impressive girth, turning yellow with peble foreskin like a banana. A pair of cherry gonads drop beneath the golden rod. At the same time, the Mandragora boy¡¯s body shudders. His corpse dries rapidly to a woody texture and unspools itself into a pile of noodles. The tentacles then curl and twist themselves into the haunting shape of a Strangler Fig Treefolk with hollows where his eyes and mouth should be. ¡°The Elder¡¯s magic ritual is Promoting them to second-tier,¡± Gabby observes, confirming the reason I didn¡¯t get a mark for the Stranglers either. Drosera watches the proceedings with revulsion, whispering in my ear, ¡°The first Fruit Nymph was a sacrifice of love to save a life. This is a perversion, further twisted to create the Willows and Stranglers. All because he can¡¯t grow Flower Dryads. It¡¯s pathetic, really. A waste of delicious humans and a squandering of the Mandragoras¡¯ potential.¡± I choose to believe the ¡®delicious humans¡¯ment refers to the potent pheromones I¡¯vee to appreciate since bing a monster myself. But it doesn¡¯t matter, I don¡¯t need a list of who Drosera has eaten if he¡¯s willing to go ¡®vegan¡¯ from now on. Tasting this Fruit Nymph would certainly be on my mind if I wasn¡¯t disgusted by how she was made. Regardless, I¡¯m beginning to understand. Unlike this process, Flower Dryads must be a natural Mandragora evolution that is¡ªor has be¡ªrare in this region. But why can¡¯t the Elder produce them? Instead, he goes about this route to make Fruit Nymphs that can bait the traps his subordinatesy in the forest. ¡°Ahn!¡± the Nymph cries as she strokes her new member with both hands. ¡°This feels sho good! I can¡¯t shtop!¡± She has an inebriated look about her, slurring speech as if her mind is clouded with a haze of lust. Her eyes ze over as she looks past the Strangler, not recognizing it as the body of her former fianc¨¦ she held hands with mere minutes ago. ¡°Send her to the Prisoner Pen. She can use them to quench her heat,¡± the Elder directs with sadistic glee. The Stranglers hop at hismand with no remnant of their previous life¡¯s will remaining. They lead the poor girl stumbling away while she desperately jerks off. Said captives happen to be in the same direction my Partner Tracker is leading me. ¡°Move out.¡± 110. New Warren, Part 1 (Cottontail, R-18) 110. New Warren, Part 1 (Cottontail, R-18) Spoiler Non-consent, bullying sex [copse] Alex, where are you? What¡¯s going on? I wish I knew¡­ ¡°Cottontail, I know that expression, and you can¡¯t keep asking what Alex and the others are doing every five minutes. Rx. Focus on the job she gave you.¡± Sigh. ¡°I know, Flou. I know.¡± It¡¯s so difficult, though. Suka¡¯s team is running into roadblock after roadblock, disaster after disaster. It looks like that mission will be a bust for sure. Maybe she¡¯ll feel better if I let her y with me tonight even though I¡¯m higher tier? Not that I feel any different so far. Then Alex¡¯s team got separated. I¡¯m on the edge of my seat waiting for news on what¡¯s happening to Megan. ¡°Uh, oh,¡± the Fuzzy Slime says. ¡°What?¡± ¡°I lost one.¡± ¡°¡­Wait, you lost one of your bodies? Which?¡± ¡°Number three, the one we sent with Alex¡¯s team.¡± ¡°How¡¯s Megan?¡± ¡°Definitely in trouble. That¡¯s all I can say for sure since that ¡®me¡¯ just died.¡± ¡°Should we go help?¡± ¡°Too far. It¡¯ll be over one way or another in the next few minutes. All we can do is pray to the God Beasts that Alex gets there in time. Stay calm. Breathe.¡± I ball my fists. ¡°How am I supposed to rx knowing she¡¯s in danger?¡± ¡°Remember that old saying: God Beast grant me the Serenity to ept the things I can¡¯t change, the Courage to change what I can, and the Wisdom to know the difference.¡± ¡°...¡± ¡°Gale and Megan will be fine¡­ or we¡¯ll be really sad. Let¡¯s not worry about it either way.¡± ¡°Is this whole change in perspective thing because you¡¯ve been in three ces at once all day?¡± ¡°Maybe,¡± the bunny-eared Fuzzy Slime says from her perch atop Gabby¡¯s stool while watching the world through her other body¡¯s eyes. ¡°Go take a walk, Cottontail. I¡¯lle get you if there''s anything urgent.¡± ¡°Okay, Flou, I¡¯ll take a walk.¡± I exit the hut to survey my kin¡¯s recent changes to the area. The circle of wolfsbane nts remains the inner sanctum¡¯s perimeter. The New Warren tunnel entrances were ced inside that line while avoiding Gabby¡¯s garden. Dirt piles from excavation are umting around the holes with bunnies dragging soil away on those tarps Spindle and Gabby made for the Mole-men bodies. Meanwhile, mice are gathering straw and grain as well as foraged nuts and berries for underground storage. There''s not enough to feed a tribe of hungry predators, but it''ll keep us smallfolk from starving. Dried grass makes for decent bedding in the sleeping chambers. Not to mention thatch doors that iste the smell of thetrines we simply copse or wall off when they get full. The construction team doesn¡¯t need telling twice to keep away from the well; thest thing anyone wants is to flood the New Warren. Bunnies and mice wave, greet me, or take seductive poses as I pass. People who¡¯ve been my neighbors my whole life yet never before shown an interest in me are shoving their breasts, asses, and cocks in my general direction! It¡¯s almost distressing! I know it¡¯s not me they¡¯re attracted to. I¡¯ve been on the outskirts of the Warren since I was little, if not an outcast. So, ites off as disingenuous having so much attention foisted on me all at once. They¡¯re searching forthe power inherent in bing the head bunny¡¯s favorite. Roaming further from the center of our burgeoning homends me at the edge of a pit trap. Sharpened branches and pointy rocks line the bottom and sides. A tunnel too small for predators leads into the pit from the side, allowing smallfolk to maintenance the trap without removing the camouge. ¡°Yes, right there. Don¡¯t pile it too thick or it¡¯ll look suspicious,¡± Bonny says, directing her fellow mice to spread a thinyer of straw over thettice of sticks covering the open pit. ¡°I don¡¯t think they have to be so big,¡± I say, observing the depth and width of the trap. The fact they managed this in a matter of hours is impressive, to say the least. ¡°You could fit two Dire Wolves in here, but you¡¯ll only ever catch one per pit. It could be a quarter this size and still get one leg or their front half.¡± Any injury to their legs or vulnerable bellies would be devastating. It¡¯s not like we have to dig it too deep for them to jump out of to incapacitate them. ¡°Great work, though, Bonny, and everyone too!¡± The mice and bunnies working on pitfalls around the hut seem to take my instructions andpliments well. They¡¯re sweaty and tired, but happy. They give a modest, self-congrattory cheer as if still afraid of alerting nearby predators. But everybody looks so proud of what they¡¯ve aplished! ¡°I can¡¯t believe we never tried this before,¡± Bonny the bigear mouse girl says as shees over to talk. I frown, my mood darkening. ¡°That¡¯s Peter¡¯s fault. He¡¯d rather we act like prey animals, practically livestock for ughter, than start a war with the Ogre Fen and Kennel Hills.¡± We both sour for a moment before she steers things in a lighter direction. ¡°But we have you now! And Jonny, and Alex.¡± She smiles at me, and I see why Jonny picked her. Those huge ears make her features even smaller and cuter inparison. Her bust and hips aren¡¯t bad to look at either! Bonny notices my lingering gaze and sidles in close. ¡°You¡¯ll protect us, right?¡± ¡°I, umm, y-yes?¡± I¡¯m not sure where to put my hands. Is it workce harassment to touch my subordinate while she¡¯s on the job? And it feels weird to have one of Chrissy¡¯s friends act like this with me. Bonny¡¯s finger ys with the shirt buttons between my breasts. ¡°Our humans are lovers, Cottontail. There¡¯s no need for us to be strangers, right?¡± She takes my palm and ces it on her chest while her other hand¡¯s fingers trace the outline of my stiffening clitty inside my ck teddy bottoms. Her boob is soft, firm, and a little squishy in my hand. I feel a blush creeping along my shoulders and neck up to my cheeks. ¡°It just seems like everyone only wants me because I evolved,¡± I say, not believing the words that slipped out of my mouth. It¡¯s one thing to think it and another to say it, after all! She smiles as she takes my other hand to cup her itty-bitty bubble butt before fondling my sensitive new bunny boobies through my white button-up. ¡°Well, I have Jonny, and Alex promised to protect me, so you know I¡¯m being honest when I say the only reason I¡¯m copping a feel is because I think you look cute in that outfit.¡± My lip trembles. ¡°Thanks, Bonny. That actually means a lot.¡± Then I see a flock of Harpies headed our way from the east. ¡°That¡¯s the group Alex sent after Suka.¡± ¡°Did something happen?¡± Bonny asks, breaking off her fondling to my disappointment. ¡°Flou told me one of them got shot down by a Cactus Turret. They weren¡¯t able to help in the desert, so they¡¯vee back early.¡± A yellow-feathered Harpy swoops down on an unsuspecting bunny boy and pins him to the earth. ¡°Uh, oh,¡± I mumble as I take off at a run. The yellow warbler has the bunny¡¯s wrists in his talons while sitting a plump butt on his prey¡¯s thighs. His erect cock frots against the terrified bunny¡¯s stiffening prick as he rolls his hips. ¡°Hold still and I can get us both off.¡± ¡°What are you doing?¡± I ask, skidding to a halt as the yellow Harpy rises on pping wings to prate himself on the defenseless prey monster. The blond looks at me dumbly. ¡°Stress relief?¡± Of all the¡­ ¡°You can¡¯t just do that! You didn¡¯t even ask first!¡± The yellow warbler looks down at the pinned bunny shaking with fear at being caught in the middle of an argument between much more deadly beings, and back to me. He lets his weight fall on the bunny¡¯s cock, sliding down to the hilt with a self-satisfied moan. Then he rolls his hips in a way that makes the bunny gasp. ¡°I don¡¯t know how you Fuzzy folk do things but, where I¡¯m from, an erection means he likes it.¡± I throw my hands up. ¡°He was doing his job, minding his own business, and you pushed him down without saying anything! Now he¡¯s too scared to even talk.¡± The yellow Harpy continues to fuck himself on the bunny¡¯s rod as he replies, ¡°I don¡¯t see what the big deal is. I¡¯m being good not eating him or any of your little friends like Aello and Alex said. I¡¯m tired, hot, hungry, and horny. I deserve a treat!¡± I take a step forward and point my finger at him. ¡°You¡¯re being a bully.¡± Our gazes lock in a silent contest of wills. He blinks first. ¡°Fine!¡± The yellow warbler rises into the air with a p of his wings. ¡°It¡¯s obvious you¡¯ll tell on me if I don¡¯t stop. Whatever, I only have to wait a few hours; everyone knows there¡¯s an orgy tonight. Nobody is going to stop and ask permission before sticking it somewhere then, but I¡¯m the bully.¡± I want to exin to him how that¡¯s different, but the yellow Harpy flies off while I re at him. ¡°Find something useful to do like watch for trouble or go find Alex.¡± ¡°Yeah, okay.¡± He shrugs nomittally, then mumbles, ¡°I¡¯ll go find a Harpy that wants to fuck this cute feathery butt.¡± When he¡¯s finally out of earshot, Bonny scampers over to me along with all the mice and bunnies who saw everything. ¡°Wow, you really stood up to that Harpy!¡± The crowd is super excited even though all I did was make a harmless little Harpy back off. Harmless? Maybe my sense of danger has gone haywire from my battles with third-tiers, because my fellow Fuzzy folk were too scared to fight back against¡ªlet alone resist¡ªthat admittedly cute yellow warbler. Is something changing with my instincts? I didn¡¯t worry about the Harpy¡¯s deadly talons for even a second. What would I have done if he refused toply? The bunny who got pushed down gets up to bow his head and say, ¡°Thanks Cottontail! I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest when that Harpy got me. I could¡¯ve been torn to shreds! You can bend me over and take me as thanks now if you¡¯d like. U-unless you prefer to bottom, M-Misstress!¡± ¡°He wasn¡¯t going to hurt you,¡± I reassure the bunny boy. ¡°And I¡¯m honestly fine. Let¡¯s finish up our tasks for the day and we¡¯ll have fun tonight!¡± The mice and bunnies crowding around us cheer my decision and return to work. Bonny hops up to kiss my cheek. ¡°You¡¯re going to be a great Headbunny.¡± Then she skedaddles, leaving me staring at her big ears and miniature bubble butt bobbing as she runs. 110.5 Bonus Chapter! (Cottontail, R-18) 110.5 Bonus Chapter! (Cottontail, R-18) Spoiler Reverse-Gloryhole, Incest [copse] While the Fuzzy folk have been digging, Spindle has been spinning. There are several open pavilions made of sooty glowing silk surrounding the Hut. I don¡¯t know where she finds the time to make all these Dark Magic constructs. Even more impressive to consider is the fact it¡¯s all done with woven magical textiles. One of the pavilions is stranger than the rest; it¡¯s covered in purple curtains from all sides to prevent prying eyes from seeing inside and muffle any sound from leaking out. There¡¯s a quilted sign on the front that says: The Parlour (Private Rxation Hall) ¡ú Entrance ¡ú Hmm. I peek around to see several more signs. Mouse¡­ Bunny¡­ Mouse¡­ Bunny¡­ etc., with ¡®Do Not Disturb¡¯ written on a separate flippable sign attached to each individual stall¡¯s curtain. Instead of proceeding to one of the entrances, I head in the opposite direction, lift a wall p, and step inside. ¡°I thought I¡¯d find you in here.¡± Spindle stops eating pussy long enough to act surprised upon seeing me. ¡°Why, hello Mistress Cottontail! Fancy meeting you here. Did you not see the entrance sign? You may have to wait your turn, as Spindle is quite busy, but she¡¯ll always make time for her dear Headbunny~¡± I ignore the question to pose my own. ¡°What is¡­ all this?¡± The curtained pavilion interior is lit only by glowing motes of dark magic caught in wovens like torches and a few stray cracks of daylight. One wall has openings for ¡®guests.¡¯ The holes are sized for either mouse or bunnies to stick their butts through. Some must be squatting face-down on a bench on the other side, while others are lying on their backs with their feet poking through separate holes in the wall. All holes are upied except one curtained closed from the other side. The Wicked Webling is in her element, hanging from the wall, using all four arms to give handjobs or fingerbang as many cunts as possible. Her glowing purple ovipositor is buried in some bunny boy¡¯s asshole and her face is wet with pussy juice. ¡°Spindle made a reverse glory hole wall to help the Fuzzy folk rx. The migration, Peter¡¯s betrayal, and a hard day¡¯s work must have worn them thin. Spindle didn¡¯t need to advertise or campaign to convince anyone. She simply provided a dark room and a soft ce to stick their bums. This is practically therapy.¡± The one unupied hole¡¯s curtain slides aside as a mouse boy sticks his ass and tail through, then puts his feet through the stirrup holes while patiently waiting his turn. I can''t believe there are so many adventurous Fuzzy folk willing to, I guess ''indulge'' would be the word. ¡°You think this actually helps them?¡± ¡°Face-to-face sex alwayses with certain strings attached. Expectations. Rtionships. Judgement. Anonymous sex has the advantage of leaving those elements at the door. You¡¯d be surprised who¡¯se to see Spindle already.¡± ¡°I thought you couldn¡¯t see their faces? And the curtains dampen sound, right?¡± ¡°Really, Miss Sweet Treat? You need faces and voices to identify your own kin?¡± I take a closer look at the posteriors on disy. One mature dormouse¡¯s vaginal entrance is gaping with her cervix fully visible, and I see a bunny butt with an extra fluffy white powderpuff tail. Oh, fuck. ¡°Mom? Chrissy?¡± ¡°Shh!¡± Spindle hushes me and gives my mom¡¯s pussy a lingering lick. ¡°At least let them finish. Mmm, I can still taste you inside her.¡± I blush fiercely, thinking back to earlier in the day. ¡°I was about to ask what you get out of this, but then I remembered you¡¯re somehow a bigger pervert than Alex.¡± At least everyone consented to be here, unlike the situation with that yellow Harpy. The Webling shrugs. ¡°Pervert or not, these good folk need their tension eased.¡± She sidles over to me and puts an arm around my shoulders to gently urge me closer. I can feel the heat radiating from their bare skin. ¡°Perhaps you¡¯d like to assist me?¡± ¡°A-assist?¡± I can¡¯t believe what I¡¯m hearing. ¡°Surely you know what they like better than Spindle?¡± ¡°That may be true, b-but they won¡¯t know it¡¯s me! It¡¯s wrong!¡± She chuckles. ¡°Spindle may have raised this pavilion, but she made no promise she¡¯d be the one to give service. Thrusting oneself into the unknown is the very spirit of the glory hole! You¡¯d be doing this establishment proud by tagging in.¡± As if this ¡®establishment¡¯ has any pride to speak of. That said¡­ ¡°I do know them better than you,¡± I say as I involuntarily inch closer to my mother¡¯s ass. She¡¯s right at face height,ying on her back on the other side of the partition with her mouse paws sticking through stirrup holes above. Her gaping tunnel is dribbling juices onto her fully spread ass. Tentatively, I test Lois''s pucker with the tip of my finger. I push inside with almost no resistance, instantly slickened by her drooling cunt fluids. Her bum twitches at my invasion, but she makes no move to retreat. Mom¡¯s pussy convulses as if desperate for something to grab onto. It looks so inviting. I lean forward and kiss my mother¡¯s sloppy cunt without thinking. She does have a lingering taste of me. My finger ys with her rear entrance while I scoop the feminine grool from her tunnel with my tongue. I suck her clit into my mouth like an infant nursing on a teat. How nostalgic. My other hand pumps her gushing honeypot while I run my tongue along herbia. Her sheath pulses around my finger, her folds hot and slick on my digit, though she''s clearly used to taking a Patron''s massive member. I add a second, third, fourth and fifth finger before realizing she can take my whole hand without reaching her limit. I fist my own mother, pushing in until I hit her cervix, then retreating until her tunnel releases me with a soft pop before plunging back inside. Her ass, on the other hand, is too tight to take more than a second digit, the little pink ring squeezing me hard. My tongue dances on her clit until Lois starts shaking. Spurts of womanly cum gush out and spray me as I back away, retrieving my hands from her crevices. A puddle forms beneath her shuddering ass as Lois''s limbs go limp. It¡¯ll be a while before she recovers enough to leave. Next, I step up to Chrissy. She¡¯sying on a bench of some kind beyond the curtains with only her plump ass poking through the hole. I grab and squeeze her super-fluffy bunny tail. I¡¯ve always wanted to do that but was too scared because she used to bully me all the time. I furrow my brows and p her rear hard enough to leave a red handprint on her buttocks. That¡¯s for pushing me down and sitting on my face when we were younger! A huge bead of pussy juice wells in her honeypot before dribbling down her thick thigh in response. Her asshole puckers and clenches, winking at me as I p her again on the opposite side. That¡¯s for sticking her ass in a glory hole after promising to make it up to me! There¡¯s a thought. She did say I could do whatever I wanted¡­ It¡¯s funny, the first thing I think of is to kneel and shove my face between her cheeks. Just like old times! I lick her rosebud, running circles around the entrance with my tongue while my fingers rub her clit. I slide a digit into her pink channel, then another as my tongue spirals into her pucker. More juice spills from her tunnel of love. Standing, I tear a hole in the crotch of my teddy to free myself. I use her slickness to ther my clitty and press the tip against her asshole where she¡¯s sure to feel it even if I''m much smaller than Alex or Peter. I shove inside, and she¡¯s tight. She¡¯s not used to taking it in the rear. But Chrissy responds by grinding her butt against me as if begging for more punishment. This time, that cute pink ring winks around my rod. I make her cheeks jiggle with another p as I pound her butt with rapid thrusts. I grab her fluffy tail while I use her backdoor to findpletion. Cunt juices drench my crotch, making wet, squelching sounds when I press forward.*p!* *p!* *p!* Muffled criese from beyond the curtain. A few more ps and her pussy explodes all over my jewel purse and fis stockings. My clitty blows a load of sweet spunk in her dark cer as pleasure shudders through me. Withdrawing, I slip myself back inside the teddy, which then reseals the tear. Chriss¡¯s bottom is a mess of ovepping red marks, dripping cum, and a pool of feminine juices puddling beneath her lewdly jutting ass. ¡°Impressive. Spindle didn¡¯t know you had it in you, Mistress Cottontail,¡± she says from behind me¡­ very close behind me. She slowlyys her hands on my shoulders and waist, her touch giving me tingles. ¡°Perhaps you could spend more time with her here; she could show you her techniques, things you couldter try on Alex.¡± I shiver at the suggestion, but turn it into shrugging her off as I remind her of business to make it clear this was nothing more than apse in judgment, ¡°Aren¡¯t you supposed to be keeping watch?¡± ¡°Please. Spindle has tripwire rms set in every direction for several hundred meters. Nothing can get close without us noticing¡ª¡± *Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling!* ¡°Oh, guests~! Mwah ha ha ha!!¡± ¡°You can make bells too? Even though they¡¯re metal?¡± ¡°Erm, Spindle may have purloined some of Miss Goblin¡¯s silverware and fine china.¡± The Webling extracts herself from entertaining her customers and rings a different bell to signal The Parlour is temporarily closed. The two of us make our way toward the activated tripwire, her withplete calm and me walking on pins and needles. 110.5 Bonus Chapters! (Cottontail, R-18) 110.5 Bonus Chapters! (Cottontail, R-18) Spoilers Reverse-Gloryhole, Incest [copse] While the Fuzzy folk has been digging, Spindle has been spinning. There are several open pavilions made of sooty glowing silk surrounding the Hut. I don''t know where she finds the time to make all these Dark Magic constructs. Even more impressive to consider is the fact it''s all done with woven magical textiles. One of the pavilions is stranger than the rest; it''s covered in purple curtains from all sides to prevent prying eyes from seeing inside and muffle any sound from leaking out. There''s a quilted sign on the front that says: The Parlor (Private Rxation Hall) ¡ú Entrance ¡ú Hmm. I peek around to see several more signs. Mouse¡­ Bunny¡­ Mouse¡­ Bunny¡­ etc., with ''Do Not Disturb'' written on a separate flippable sign attached to each individual stall''s curtain. Instead of proceeding to one of the entrances, I head in the opposite direction, lift a wall p, and step inside. ¡°I thought I''d find you in here.¡± Spindle stops eating pussy long enough to act surprised upon seeing me. ¡°Why, hello Mistress Cottontail! Fancy meeting you here. Did you not see the entrance sign? You may have to wait your turn, as Spindle is quite busy, but she''ll always make time for her dear Headbunny~¡± I ignore the question to pose my own. ¡°What is¡­ all this?¡± The curtained pavilion interior is lit only by glowing motifs of dark magic caught in wovens like torches and a few stray cracks of daylight. One wall has openings for ''guests.'' The holes are sized for either mouse or bunnies to stick their butts through. Some must be squatting face-down on a bench on the other side, while others are lying on their backs with their feet poking through separate holes in the wall. All holes are upied except one curtained closed from the other side. The Wicked Webling is in her element, hanging from the wall, using all four arms to give handjobs or fingerbang as many cunts as possible. Her glowing purple ovipositor is buried in some bunny boy¡¯s asshole and her face is wet with pussy juice. ¡°Spindle made a reverse glory hole wall to help the Fuzzy folk rx. The migration, Peter¡¯s betrayal, and a hard day¡¯s work must have worn them thin. Spindle didn¡¯t need to advertise or campaign to convince anyone. She simply provided a dark room and a soft ce to stick their bums. This is practically therapy.¡± The one unupied hole¡¯s curtain slides aside as a mouse boy sticks his ass and tail through, then puts his feet through the stirrup holes while patiently waiting his turn. I can''t believe there are so many adventurous Fuzzy folk willing to, I guess ''indulge'' would be the word. ¡°You think this actually helps them?¡± ¡°Face-to-face sex alwayses with certain strings attached. Expectations. Rtionships. Judgement. Anonymous sex has the advantage of leaving those elements at the door. You¡¯d be surprised who¡¯se to see Spindle already.¡± ¡°I thought you couldn¡¯t see their faces? And the curtains dampen sound, right?¡± ¡°Really, Miss Sweet Treat? You need faces and voices to identify your own kin?¡± I take a closer look at the posteriors on disy. One mature dormouse¡¯s vaginal entrance is gaping with her cervix fully visible, and I see a bunny butt with an extra fluffy white powderpuff tail. Oh, fuck. ¡°Mom? Chrissy?¡± ¡°Shh!¡± Spindle hushes me and gives my mom¡¯s pussy a lingering lick. ¡°At least let them finish. Mmm, I can still taste you inside her.¡± I blush fiercely, thinking back to earlier in the day. ¡°I was about to ask what you get out of this, but then I remembered you¡¯re somehow a bigger pervert than Alex.¡± At least everyone consented to be here, unlike the situation with that yellow Harpy. The Webling shrugs. ¡°Pervert or not, these good folk need their tension eased.¡± She sidles over to me and puts an arm around my shoulders to gently urge me closer. I can feel the heat radiating from their bare skin. ¡°Perhaps you¡¯d like to assist me?¡± ¡°A-assist?¡± I can¡¯t believe what I¡¯m hearing. ¡°Surely you know what they like better than Spindle?¡± ¡°That may be true, b-but they won¡¯t know it¡¯s me! It¡¯s wrong!¡± She chuckles. ¡°Spindle may have raised this pavilion, but she made no promise she¡¯d be the one to give service. Thrusting oneself into the unknown is the very spirit of the glory hole! You¡¯d be doing this establishment proud by tagging in.¡± As if this ¡®establishment¡¯ has any pride to speak of. That said¡­ ¡°I do know them better than you,¡± I say as I involuntarily inch closer to my mother¡¯s ass. She¡¯s right at face height,ying on her back on the other side of the partition with her mouse paws sticking through stirrup holes above. Her gaping tunnel is dribbling juices onto her fully spread ass. Tentatively, I test Lois''s pucker with the tip of my finger. I push inside with almost no resistance, instantly slickened by her drooling cunt fluids. Her bum twitches at my invasion, but she makes no move to retreat. Mom¡¯s pussy convulses as if desperate for something to grab onto. It looks so inviting. I lean forward and kiss my mother¡¯s sloppy cunt without thinking. She does have a lingering taste of me. My finger ys with her rear entrance while I scoop the feminine grool from her tunnel with my tongue. I suck her clit into my mouth like an infant nursing on a teat. How nostalgic. My other hand pumps her gushing honeypot while I run my tongue along herbia. Her sheath pulses around my finger, her folds hot and slick on my digit, though she''s clearly used to taking a Patron''s massive member. I add a second, third, fourth and fifth finger before realizing she can take my whole hand without reaching her limit. I fist my own mother, pushing in until I hit her cervix, then retreating until her tunnel releases me with a soft pop before plunging back inside. Her ass, on the other hand, is too tight to take more than a second digit, the little pink ring squeezing me hard. My tongue dances on her clit until Lois starts shaking. Spurts of womanly cum gush out and spray me as I back away, retrieving my hands from her crevices. A puddle forms beneath her shuddering ass as Lois''s limbs go limp. It¡¯ll be a while before she recovers enough to leave. Next, I step up to Chrissy. She¡¯sying on a bench of some kind beyond the curtains with only her plump ass poking through the hole. I grab and squeeze her super-fluffy bunny tail. I¡¯ve always wanted to do that but was too scared because she used to bully me all the time. I furrow my brows and p her rear hard enough to leave a red handprint on her buttocks. That¡¯s for pushing me down and sitting on my face when we were younger! A huge bead of pussy juice wells in her honeypot before dribbling down her thick thigh in response. Her asshole puckers and clenches, winking at me as I p her again on the opposite side. That¡¯s for sticking her ass in a glory hole after promising to make it up to me! There¡¯s a thought. She did say I could do whatever I wanted¡­ It¡¯s funny, the first thing I think of is to kneel and shove my face between her cheeks. Just like old times! I lick her rosebud, running circles around the entrance with my tongue while my fingers rub her clit. I slide a digit into her pink channel, then another as my tongue spirals into her pucker. More juice spills from her tunnel of love. Standing, I tear a hole in the crotch of my teddy to free myself. I use her slickness to ther my clitty and press the tip against her asshole where she''s sure to feel it even if I''m much smaller than Alex or Peter. I shove inside, and she''s tight. She''s not used to taking it in the rear. But Chrissy responds by grinding her butt against me as if begging for more punishment. This time, that cute pink ring wins around my rod. I make her cheeks jiggle with another p as I pound her butt with rapid thrusts. I grab her fluffy tail while I use her backdoor to findpletion. Cunt juices drench my crotch, making wet, squelching sounds when I press forward. *p!* *p!* *p!* Muffled criese from beyond the curtain. A few more ps and her pussy explodes all over my jewel purse and fis stockings. My clitty blows a load of sweet spunk in her dark cer as pleasure shudders through me. Withdrawing, I slip myself back inside the teddy, which then seals the tear. Chriss''s bottom is a mess of ovepping red marks, dripping cum, and a pool of feminine juices puddling beneath her lewdly jutting ass. ¡°Impressive. Spindle didn''t know you had it in you, Mistress Cottontail,¡± she says from behind me¡­ very close behind me. She slowlyys her hands on my shoulders and waist, her touch gives me tingles. ¡°Perhaps you could spend more time with her here; she could show you her techniques, things you couldter try on Alex .¡± I shiver at the suggestion, but turn it into shrugging her off as I remind her of business to make it clear this was nothing more than apse in judgment, ¡°Aren''t you supposed to be keeping watch?¡± ¡°Please. Spindle has tripwire rms set in every direction for several hundred meters. Nothing can get close without us noticing¡ª¡± *Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling!* ¡°Oh, guests~! Mwah ha ha ha!!¡± ¡°You can make bells too? Even though they''re metal?¡± ¡°Erm, Spindle may have purloined some of Miss Goblin''s silverware and fine china.¡± The Webling extracts herself from entertaining her customers and rings a different bell to signal The Parlor is temporarily closed. The two of us make our way toward the activated tripwire, her withplete calm and me walking on pins and needles. 111. New Warren, Part 2 (Cottontail) 111. New Warren, Part 2 (Cottontail) ¡°Aren¡¯t you supposed to be keeping watch?¡± I ask. ¡°Please. Spindle has tripwire rms set in every direction for several hundred meters. Nothing can get close without us noticing¡ª¡± *Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling!* ¡°Oh, guests~! Mwah ha ha ha!!¡± ¡°You can make bells too? Even though they¡¯re metal?¡± ¡°Erm, Spindle may have purloined some of Miss Goblin¡¯s silverware and fine china.¡± The Webling extracts herself from entertaining her customers and rings a different bell to signal The Parlour is temporarily closed. The two of us make our way toward the activated tripwire, her withplete calm and me walking on pins and needles. Our opponents are a group of six Dire Wolves following the scent trail of Fuzzy folk leading to the Hut. They spot us, see they outnumber us three to one, notice neither of us looks intimidating, and revert to humanoid form. I honestly can¡¯t believe they don¡¯t find Miss Spindle as scary as I do, but she doesck Alex¡¯s impressive height. ¡°Is this all that¡¯s stopping us from taking Fuzzy Field¡¯s whole food supply? A scrawny Webling and a petite waif?¡± a wolf man says. ¡°Now we can starve our enemy by denying the Ogres any mice or bunnies to eat,¡± a wolf woman agrees. ¡°Kill the Webling, but I want to y with the cute little thing,¡± another wolf man instructs. I turn to Spindle and see she¡¯s just standing there on her spider legs, unmoving. ¡°Um, Miss Spindle, aren¡¯t you going to do anything about them?¡± Bunnies and mice, including Bonny and Chrissy, have noticed themotion, and are gathering behind us to spectate the fate of the New Warren. The Wicked Weaver shrugs her blue-skinned shoulders feebly. ¡°You¡¯re the highest-tier monster here. Spindle hoped you¡¯d protect her.¡± ¡°That¡¯s not funny!¡± I say, my gaze distracted by the vering wolves stalking towards us. I¡¯ve seen Spindle take down two separate third-tier threats, if not single-handedly. She¡¯s the farthest thing from helpless I can imagine. She studies her nails and the minute runic writing on each. ¡°You¡¯d better do something, Cottontail. Our lives depend on you.¡± Right, something, yes, right! I doff my top hat and reach inside. My hand plunges far deeper than the volume of the hat should allow before my fingers close around an object. Retrieving the mystery item, I pull it forth to reveal¡­ a metal hoop? Upon closer inspection, the hoop turns out to be three stacked rings in my grip. I try pulling them apart to reveal the four of them are interlinked. Wait, weren¡¯t there three before? I push them back together and they seem to be a single metal hoop again. Pull them apart, and there are five connected rings this time. ¡°Wolves closing in¡­¡± Spindle reminds me. ¡°Oh, yes! Umm!¡± I toss the rings at the wolves in a panic. Several of the Dire Wolves dodge on instinct, but one is too bemused by the situation to evade¡ªor he considers diving out of the way of a harmless toy beneath him. Regardless, the middle of the interlocked rings falls on his head like a ring toss game. I didn¡¯t even mean to do that, and itnded perfectly! He looks down at the set of linked rings with a skeptical eye, the extra hoops dangling uselessly, then turns to hispanions andughs. ¡°You all tucked your tails and ran when the bunny threw me a new cor! Hah! What a bunch of morons.¡± The other wolves re at him for mocking their caution. Then they turn their ire on us for embarrassing them. They growl as one. ¡°Aren¡¯t you supposed to say something in this situation?¡± Spindle wonders. ¡°W-what?¡± I¡¯m confused, and then a distant memory of what she¡¯s referring to surfaces. ¡°Um, A-Abra¡­C-Cadabra?¡± The interlocked rings revert to a single metal hoop and the wolf man¡¯s severed head falls to the ground with a thump. ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Marc?¡± Marc¡¯s body copses in a pool of blood. ¡°T-they killed Marc!¡± ¡°Oh, my God Beast! What the fuck?¡± I scream. The wolves are closing in and reverting to their beast forms. Terrified and in shock, I dig through my hat for anything I can use and pull¡­ a glossy-smooth and shiny carrot. Frustrated with the useless vegetable, I throw it into the air to get rid of the thing. This time, the Dire Wolves are wary of me and follow the projectile with their gazes. At the height of its arc, the carrot begins plummeting point-first at a surprising velocity¡ªplunging into the upturned eye of a wolf. ¡°Ahhh! Fuck! My eye! My fucking eye!¡± the Dire Wolf screams as she stumbles to the side and tumbles into one of therger spike pits where she¡¯s promptly skewered. ¡°You¡¯ll pay for that!¡± the wolf man who wanted to ¡®y¡¯ with me roars. Scared out of my mind, I dig through my top hat to bring out¡­ a very angry scowling grey-furred rabbit with a bite-divot in one ear. Shrieking at the sight of my father¡¯s deranged soul bound to an animal, I throw Peter away¡ªcoincidentally in the direction of the closest lunging Dire Wolf. Peter shoots through the air like a missile and goes for the throat. His bunny teeth dig trenches in the canine¡¯s jugr, sending high-arching spurts of blood into the sky. ¡°Ahhh!!!¡± I scream again. This isn¡¯t going like how I imagined! I reach into the hat in desperation to search for something less lethal and pull¡­ three tri-colored balls? I blink stupidly at the spheres. What are they for? ¡°Goodness, Mistress Cottontail, stop killing them already! Spindle wanted a few prisoners for funzies.¡± ¡°I-I didn¡¯t mean to, oh!¡± Looking up, I see the Dire Wolves have gone from overconfident, past anger, tond on scared shitless. When one of them turns tail to run and falls into another spike pit, thest two fall prostrate before us to beg for their lives. A whoop of celebration goes up from the gathered Fuzzy Folk who saw me kill four Dire Wolves on ident. I''m sure a retold version of my ''victory'' will be spread among all the New Warren within the hour. Spindle snaps her fingers, and a pair of purple threads are flung from hidden traps to fall on the surviving Dire Wolves, entangling them. The Webling then produces a pair of nooses from behind her back that she casually tosses onto the prisoners'' necks. "Lead them into camp, bind their hands, and tie them to a poll. If they struggle or shift, the nooses will choke them. I''ll deal with bothter." Bunniese forward to herd the captured predators to temporary holding. ¡°You¡¯re not going to corrupt them, are you?¡± I ask. ¡°Of course not, creating corrupted monsters in our base may cause indirect harm to you and Alex¡¯s harem. Spindle was expressly forbidden such naughtiness. Having a bit of fun with prisoners of war, on the other hand¡­ Mwah ha ha ha!¡± ¡°You¡¯re, um, really good at the evilugh, Miss Spindle.¡± ¡°Thank you, dear.¡± Spindle turns to me next. "Now that you''ve properly established your power to the Warren,manding obedience should be much easier. They''ll leap at your word." "I don''t want tomand anyone. Sometimes I wish we could all just get along," I say, thinking of the incident with the yellow warbler. That situation could¡¯ve been fun for everyone if he¡¯d just asked nicely. She nods. "A noble sentiment, certainly. The crown is heavy, as they say.¡± She¡¯s closer than I realized. Spindleys a hand on my shoulder, and another cups my cheek. ¡°Perhaps you need some rxation most of all, Miss Sweet Treat." "I-I couldn''t p-possibly..." "Please, allow this humble servant to see to the Warren Mistress''s needs. Perhaps a massage?¡± She puts a hand on my chest. ¡°Spindle could rub scented oils into your new, tender breasts.¡± She grabs my ass. ¡°Or she could fill this needy hole with her spider cock.¡± Her fingers trace the contours of the bulge inside my teddy. ¡°Or, maybe, the Headbunny desires to sample her Webling maid''s honeypot." ¡°M-M-Miss Spindle¡­¡± I¡¯m shaking like a leaf, my resistance quickly eroding. *Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling!* The Wicked Weaver releases me. "There''s that thrice-cursed rm spoiling Spindle¡¯s chances of satisfying her sweet tooth again. Oh, well. Anticipation is a subtle but savory spice. She can only hope Alex will deign to give her release tonight. Or perhaps Spindle should remind Alex that denial is all part of the fun as well. The possibilities are endless!¡± 112. New Warren, Part 3 (Cottontail, R-18) 112. New Warren, Part 3 (Cottontail, R-18) *Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling!* The Wicked Weaver releases me. "There''s that thrice-cursed rm spoiling Spindle¡¯s chances of satisfying her sweet tooth again. Oh, well. Anticipation is a subtle but savory spice. She can only hope Alex will deign to give her release tonight. Or perhaps Spindle should remind Alex that denial is all part of the fun as well. The possibilities are endless!¡± The two of us go off in the direction indicated by the rm to find thetest intruder. ¡°Miss Spindle, if I may be direct, why do you want to have sex with me? I understand things get heated at night with Alex around, but I didn¡¯t think that extended to during the day.¡± The Webling leers at me with a lewd expression. ¡°Is it so hard to believe she¡¯s attracted to you? Hunting prey is Spindle¡¯s favorite hobby, catch-and-release, of course. Precious little soft things are so much fun to y with. But there¡¯s nothing more satisfying than seducing a monster more powerful than herself. Alex, the Ogress, the Cinderwolf, and even Miss Goblin to an extent. The ¡®thrill of the hunt,¡¯ as they say. Someone like you checks all of Spindle¡¯s boxes in the most delightful ways.¡± I hardly know what to think about that, but I can feel my bunny ears burning for minutes. We wait within the perimeter of where Spindle has her trapsid out. Soon we see somethingrge and bulky parting the tall grass headed toward us. The first thing I notice is its hard shell covered in spikes. It''s as wide as a Centaur''s lower half! Then I see two great ws like massive scissors. Its mouth and back are covered in frothy foam like a rabid animal. This monster is absolutely terrifying! What are my tri-colored balls supposed to do against something like this? "A tough opponent for the Warren Mistress and her maid," Spindle says while eying the cutting edge of the ws and thick armor. There doesn¡¯t appear to be any weak point we can target¡­ The giant enemy crab halts before us and a woman''s voice emanates from the bestial form. "Peace. I''m not here to hunt on the surface. I only wish to deliver a message. Have either of you seen a human with belly tattoos, by chance?" Spindle and I look at each other with put-upon expressions. ""Alex,"" we say in unison. The crab perks up from guarded to interested, her eyestalks rising into the air like surprised eyebrows. "You''ve seen her?" "Did she have anyone with her? Perhaps a Goblin?" Spindle asks. "An especially curvy Gobliness with spectacles?"es the reply. "Gabby!" I happily confirm. "Now that each has confirmed they know of whom the other speaks," Spindle continues, "What message do you have for Alex?" "I''ve been instructed to give it to none other. I must see her myself." That''s a problem since Alex isn''t here. I feel ufortable leaving a terrifying giant crab outside the Hut to wait, though. I¡¯m supposed to protect the bunnies and mice of the New Warren from predators like this. "Alex is gone but will return soon," Spindle says, almost flippant with the information. "Then I shall wait." The Webling gestures back at the Hut. "Perhaps you''d prefer to wait with us? We could offer you shade, water, and prey for as long as you''d like." Eh? "This is eptable." The giant crab proceeds to follow us back home. I whisper to the Wicked Weaver, "What are you doing?" "Let Spindle do the talking. You don''t look like a n leader, so use that to your advantage. A predator traditionally offers the use of their subordinates to a powerful guest rather than give service themselves.¡± Then she switches from whispering to me to addressing our crab ¡®guest,¡¯ ¡°Alex frowns upon hunting monsters, so I¡¯ll have to ask you not to eat any of my Fuzzy folk, but they¡¯ll happily do anything you request.¡± ¡°That¡¯s fine,¡± the giant crab says. ¡°I didn¡¯te here to sample local cuisine. Yes, Alex is a curious human. I recall this.¡± The three of us arrive at one of Spindle¡¯s open-air pavilions. The Webling and I settle on a bed of purple cushions I have no idea when she had time to conjure. Meanwhile, the giant crab parks in front of us. She¡¯s been surprisingly amenable so far. Bunnies and mice are attracted by the nonviolent visitor in ourpany. After seeing Spindle, Gabby, the Harpies, and Brenda, they¡¯re not as fearful as usual. The Webling spots Bonny nearby and waves her down. ¡°Small one, gather up some volunteers to show our guest a good time.¡± The bigear mouse girl nods and darts away. ¡°So, Miss Alex¡¯s acquaintance, how do you prefer to be addressed? And would you like that water?¡± Despite her obvious aquatic nature, the giant crab waves her eyestalks in a ¡®no,¡¯ ¡°You may call me Kani, but I won¡¯t take surface water. All I¡¯ve drunk since leaving the ocean has tasted empty. It does little for me. The Grotto is fine, but the forest stream is full of lies.¡± Isn¡¯t that brackish water versus fresh? It didn¡¯t take long for Bonny to round up some Fuzzy folk willing to walk on the wild side. The bigear mouse girl, Chrissy the fluffy bunny girl, and a mouse boy approach Kani with restrained eagerness. ¡°You may touch me,¡± the giant crab tells them while cautiously everting her fragile humanoid torso from the crustacean body¡¯s head as it splits open like a fleshy flower. She has a smooth and attractive feminine body from the hips up with choctey skin. Red chitinous bumps appear periodically along her hip bones and cor. Her vulva is front-facing for ease of ess. Sudsy bubbles cling to her skin and cover her naughty bits. I note how her shoulders naturally flow into her torso without any arms to speak of. Her breasts are sporty, her hair ck and wild. She¡¯s a breathtaking sight for anynd dweller. Bonny, Chrissy, and the other Fuzzy folk seem eager to attend to the crab woman once they get a look. More pour in by the minute to investigate the growingmotion. Hands rub Kani¡¯s tummy, probe and stroke her sex, massage her breasts, and a bunny¡¯s bosom presses against her sudsy shoulders. The dark skin of Kani¡¯s face flushes from the excitement. She¡¯s so cute, I¡¯m blushing too! ¡°What is your rtionship to Alex, Miss Kani?¡± Spindle asks as if unaware of the gathering mini-orgy. The crab girl refocuses eyes zed with lust to give a dry reply, ¡°I¡¯m bearing her and my Lady¡¯s daughter.¡± Then she looks at me with a tempestuous gaze. ¡°I want the prettily dressed one.¡± ¡°Eh?¡± ¡°Of course, Miss Kani!¡± Spindle quickly agrees while daring me to object with her eight-eyed re. ¡°Y-yes, o-of course.¡± Standing from the pillows, I start forward, but she stops me. ¡°Strip.¡± Hesitant, with heat rising in my ears, I slowly go about removing my outfit. First, I remove my ck tailcoat in the most sensual way my trembling hands can manage, leaving it pooled on the floor of the pavilion. Then I unbutton my white top until my breasts are all but revealed. Seeing the hungry look Kani is giving the bulge in my bottoms, my fingers find a hidden zipper that detaches the lower half of my teddy, leaving my clitty and jewel purse cradled by nothing more than my fis pantyhose. My hand touches the brim of my top hat¡­ ¡°T-that¡¯s enough,¡± Kani says breathily. ¡°You can leave the hat on. And the rest, I suppose. Turn around.¡± I turn in ce, lingering as I face away from her, and lean forward slightly while twitching my cottontail. When I finish my rotation, I see a line of drool running from the corner of her mouth. ¡°Come here.¡± I obey, trying to sway my hips as I stride towards her. When I¡¯m in reach, she sweeps one enormous w under my seat to lift me into the air. Her eyes devour me from head to bunny toe. Kani brings me in close and buries her face in my bosom. She rubs her cheeks and nose in my modest cleavage and fishes for my nipples inside the white top. When she finds one, she sucks it into her mouth while pulling the boob free of its cotton cage to flop atop my red underbust corset. She continues to lick and tease my breasts, sending ripples of pleasure through me. I¡¯ve never had a woman worship my chest like this! Checking over my shoulder to see what Spindle is up to, I find the Wicked Webling is masturbating with all four hands while watching us. ¡®You¡¯re no help!¡¯ I mouth at her. She seems positively giddy with this oue. Kani regains my attention by lifting me higher with her crab w to put my package square in front of her face. The crab maiden hooks the fis in her teeth and tears my clitty and jewel purse free all of restraint. I know the fabric of my outfit can withstand greater punishment in battle, but I can¡¯t seem to resist when a cute girl tries to tear it apart to get at me! She inhales my clitty and balls into her mouth, swirling her tongue around and around all my sensitive areas. Kani cradles my testis on her tongue, peels back my foreskin, and suckles my shaft. Her mouth fills with sudsy bubbles that coat my every surface and tickle me. She¡¯s soft and beautiful and when she looks up at me with a ravenous expression, my clitty and marbles stuffing her cheeks, I lose it. ¡°Mmmmm,¡± she hums around my twitching member, bringing me topletion. ¡°Aaahhhn!¡± Pleasure crashes like a wave inside me as I grab her ck hair to steady myself. My seed spurts into her starving maw and gushes into her throat. I feel her throat constrict as she gulps my essence down. Sighing with contentment, I recline back onto her w. Kani pulls away with a slurp as she greedily catches every ounce of me and swallows. ¡°Mmm, salty.¡± She raises her eyes to Spindle, who long since finished and regained her proper poise. ¡°Bring me males; seed refreshes me.¡± I move to slide to the floor while she¡¯s distracted, but she freezes me with a powerful thirst in her eyes. ¡°You¡¯re not going anywhere, pretty girl.¡± ¡°Eep!¡± She readjusts her w¡¯s position to bring my crotch next to hers. Her pussy and my jewels are practically kissing. Then a long, slender Mermaid ovipositor everts from her slit before my eyes to flop onto my pelvis, showcasing the difference in length and size between us as her member dwarfs my clitty. I¡¯m startled to learn herher appendage is prehensile when the sudsy-slick pole proceeds to coil around my purse and shaft. ¡°I need someone to upy me till Alex returns, and you¡¯re the cutestnd dweller I¡¯ve met since she and that Gobbo-, I mean, since Gabby came to my Grotto. I¡¯m going to find all sorts of ways to milk more of that salty delicacy you¡¯ve got stored in this little sack.¡± ¡°Ahhn!¡± Kani¡¯s prehensile ovipositor begins to move, sliding and frotting against my clitty and jewel purse in delightful slippery ways, instantly returning me to hardness. Then she leans down while hugging me tight against her bubbly-slick torso with that giant w. What¡¯s left of my outfit gets soaked with her crab foam. Our members are trapped between our tummies, both bellies full of Alex¡¯s progeny, my face shoved between her boobs, and Kani undtes her body against mine. The slow, erotic grind of our stomachs and shafts creates a growing pleasure that builds pressure inside me with every second she rubs her silky-smooth brown skin on my crotch and breasts. ¡°Mmm!¡± she moans as her ovipositor squeezes me, tightening around my purse and clitty enough to make me cry out as well. ¡°Aaahhhnnn!¡± My hips can¡¯t help bucking and thrusting my clitty into the softness of her tummy. My jewel purse convulses as another wave of bliss overwhelms me toe shooting out my tip. I feel my hot cream spill into the space between us. Then she untangles her ovipositor from myhers and lifts my crotch to her face so she canp another serving of salty goodness from my belly. She licks her lips as she savors my vor. ¡°So thirsty¡­¡± Kani mumbles as she lowers me again. This time, her shaft is stiff, hard, and throbbing with need. The prehensile phallus slips under my sack to find my special pleasure hole already soaked with sweet natural lubricant in anticipation. My body wants her inside me so badly. ¡°Give me more seed!¡± She answers my unspoken wish with a thrust that plunges her length fully into my depths. The crab girl proceeds to fuck the cream out of me, and I have no choice but to give her what we both want. 113. Charlatan Forest, Part 8 (R-18) 113. Chatan Forest, Part 8 (R-18) Spoiler Prison rape [copse] ¡°Move out.¡± The Stranglers¡¯ captives happen to be headed in the same direction my Partner Tracker is leading me. ¡°We¡¯re just going to walk away?¡± Gabby asks me with incredulous verve. Her eyes are practically glued to the Elder''s ''staff.'' I click my tongue in frustration. This doesn¡¯t make me any happier than her, and I don¡¯t like being berated about it. ¡°Rescuing Gale and Megan is my first priority. If Flou¡¯s body gets damaged, she can reform a new copy from her other cores; small mercies. We¡¯ll see what we can do about the Elderberry Treefolk once our group is reunited.¡± I¡¯m not optimistic. That tree is bad news. I haven¡¯t forgotten how the fight with Aello went. Her magic was devastating, but her (rtively) frail body was a weakness. If Spindle hadn¡¯t been there to exploit that angle¡­ let¡¯s just say the Elder doesn¡¯t have a fragile body holding back his third-tier magic. Gabby takes my concession and settles down for the moment. She really wants that tree¡¯s dick¡ªbut not in a sexual way! Probably. I bet she¡¯s hoping it¡¯ll let her cast third-tier magic the way she uses the Twisted Apple Treefolk¡¯s rod as a spellcasting focus. That would be a huge boon for the uing battle. ¡°That poor girl,¡± Jonny says, thinking of the woman transformed by unholy ritual into a Fruit Nymph. "And that Mandragora boy..." ¡°Her name was Marcy,¡± Brenda adds from her ce on the chest of Jonny¡¯s stone suit. "And the boy, Poppler, h-he was..." her voice hitches despite her throat being made of stone and slime. "Marcy took my ce." ¡°Fuck,¡± I curse under my breath. I should¡¯ve guessed Brenda would know the victims since she was born here. Jonny seems stunned, but he manages to gasp, ¡°It could¡¯ve been you.¡± ¡°Almost was.¡± Then that means¡­ ¡°Brenda, the Willows, and Stranglers we¡¯ve met¡­¡± ¡°They used to be my brothers and sisters.¡± Damn. Fucking God Beast damn this ce. ¡°We¡¯re nearly there,¡± Drosera announces. He¡¯s done a good job steering us clear of watchful Treefolk while following the new Fruit Nymph to the Prisoner Pen at a discreet distance. The ¡®jail¡¯ if it can be called that, isprised of Strangler Fig Treefolk standing in a wide circle with their wooden tentacle fingers intertwined into a fence. Inside are the typical denizens of the region: an Orc, two female Hobs, a male Dire Wolf, a Doggin boy, a Goblin girl, a bunny girl, and a mouse boy. We arrived about an hour toote to rescue the Dire Wolf and Orcess eaten by the Elder. A Fruit Nymph with bunches of grapes in her hair like pigtails, pomegranate breasts with the flower partway open to show the jewel-like fruit inside, a papaya cock, and fuzzy kiwi testicles is currently rutting the shit out of the Dire Wolf¡¯s ass doggystyle. He¡¯s not happy being a bottom no matter how sulent the pomegranate tits squishing against his back are, but there¡¯s a Twisted Apple Treefolk on guard (if by ¡®on guard¡¯ I mean pointing andughing at the Dire Wolf¡¯s predicament) keeping him from fighting her off. Also in the Pen is a Fruit Nymph with raspberry hair, cantaloupe breasts, an eggnt cock, and apricot testis fucking the Orc. A Strangler has the Orc restrained and partially choked while the eggnt Nymph screws his prone butt. He wears a weary expression of long-suffering. I¡¯m guessing he¡¯s that Nymph¡¯s favorite. Last is the Fruit Nymph formerly known as Marcy. A bunny girl is riding her reverse-cowgirl while ying with the cherries between her legs. At least someone is having fun. The other prisoners are gathered in the middle eating an abundance of alien fruit with somber expressions. Gone is the animosity between predator and prey or between rival ns. There¡¯s an element ofradery in their mutual capture and shared fate evident by how close they sit in their circle. It must be feeding time, and the Nymphs are here to extract payment for services rendered. I stride forward and everyone turns to look at me except the Fruit Nymphs. I see fear on every face and realize I must look a fright. This morning, I may have passed as an exotic Kobold evolution. Now, I have Slime hair, four arms, and insect wings in addition to my green scales and Orc height. I probably seem to be a terrifying Hybrid monster of some kind. ¡°You each have exactly one chance to surrender.¡± While the Strangler Figs forming the Pen¡¯s fence untangle their limbs toe at me, I fling an Air de their way that cuts a third of them into unrecognizable pasta. The remainder are too close to the prisoners to risk another such attack. Jonny and I wade into melee range with Gabby supporting us using nt Growth spells or counterspells as the case may be. Drosera with his pink Jellyfish dress stays back to guard the carriage with the Bee Girlrvae, as he should. I leap into the fray with crustaceous gauntleted fists. Venom darts aren''t going to work well against wooden bodies and scattering burning embers in close proximity to hostages seems like a bad idea. I rip and tear the Stranglers apart as theye at me. They have no idea I''d hesitate if they used the prisoners as shields, so it¡¯s a bit of good fortune they don¡¯t consider the move. Thervae glued to my chest gives me an extra weak point to consider, but I have Predator Sense to help dodge dangerous attacks and crab armor for the lesser blows and scrapes. Jonny walks through entangling Strangler vines like a force of nature, casually snapping them with each step. His stony fist hammers the Twisted Apple Treefolk until bark shatters and wood splinters. A Strangler jumps on him, and Brenda opens a crack in the suit''s stone skin to pour green acid onto wooden limbs that sizzle and smoke. The Orc grabs his Fruit Nymph by the neck in the confusion and the Dire Wolf rolls away from his fruity ''paramour'' while transforming into great wolf form. "I said one chance to surrender! Sit your asses the fuck down!" I yell while ripping a Strangler''s tangled tentacle head from its shoulders. They both sit with wan expressions. Good boys. The Fruit Nymphs have no conception of what''s happening, wanting nothing more than to continue rutting, but are easily held at bay by the weary warriors. Their fellow prisoners see my reaction to their bid for freedom and wisely remain seated by the food. Gabby watches our backs while we work, arraying suppressive spellfire against our opponents. nt Growth entangles the entanglers while Earth Magic makes Stranglers stumble and the Treefolk tumble with the help of Jonny pushing them down. It''s barely a fight. Drosera doesn''t need to do anything because no enemies are drawn to the sound of battle and the prison guards make no attempt to flee. Either they''re sworn to fight to the death or too stupid to think of warning the Elder. When the battle is done, the already cowed prisoners are submissive as Lambies. Marcy finishes inside the horny bunny girl with an ecstatic cry and seems to gain a moment of post-nut rity as banana juice squirts from the smallfolk''s pussy. "W-where am I? What happened?" "You''re inside me; that''s all that matters," the bunny girl says with a contented sigh as her tummy ripples around the girthy insertion stuffing her cunt. "Marcy?" The Stone Ooze separates from Jonny to reform her body. "Brenda? Is that you?" They tearfully embrace as the prisoners look on in confusion, none more so than the bunny girl whose belly still bulges with Marcy''s banana cock. The bunny girl looks over her shoulder at the reunited sisters and asks, "Um? Is this turning into a threesome, or...? I should go," before awkwardly extracting the yellow berry from her pussy and climbing off the Fruit Nymph. "Brenda, what happened to Poppler? Where is he?" Yikes. That''s not an emotional knot we have time to untangle right now. "Alright, everyone up. Grab the Fruit Nymphs; small critters get inside the carriage, and everyone else walks alongside." "Um, that''s a Sundew Trap¡­" a Hob girl says. "I fucking know what he is! And he knows what''ll happen to him if he eats you. What the lot of you need to know is that I¡¯ll cut the arms off any who harm each other. Harm thervae, and I¡¯ll rip off your genitals. Stand aside while anyone else harms them, and I¡¯ll tear out your eyes. Behave yourselves to get an invite to tonight¡¯s vegan feast/orgy. That is all.¡± Carrot and stick. The mouse boy, the bunny girl with her banana juice-swollen belly, and Goblin girl pile into the Sundew carriage with extreme caution when they see the pupae piled in the center. The other prisoners fall in line purely from fear of me. The Orc and the Dire Wolf herd their respective Fruit Nymphs along, leading them by the knobs with reluctant handjobs. ¡°Marcy, I need you to stay calm. Poppler, he¡ªmmph!¡± The newly made Fruit Nymph ims Brenda¡¯s lips with hers, silencing the Stone Ooze. ¡°You¡¯re so pretty,¡± Marcy says when they separate. Her eyes are already zing again. ¡°I bet your mouth wants a taste of banana almost as much as I want to feel your throat with this big thing, heh, heh.¡± Seeing Marcy can¡¯t be reasoned with, Brenda throws the weakly protesting Fruit Nymph over her shoulder and joins the caravan with Jonny in tow. I lead us in the direction my Partner Tracker dictates at a near-run. ¡°Alex, you realize we¡¯re heading in the opposite direction of the Elder?¡± Gabby says while struggling to keep pace with me on her short legs. Even bound by her robes, the Goblin shortstack¡¯s heavy bosom bounces with wildly inconvenient abandon. The poor girls need better support. ¡°Yes, honey, I can tell East from West. Gale and Megan weren¡¯t with the Elder, they weren¡¯t in the Prisoner Pen, and I still feel them further this way.¡± ¡°Ahem,¡± Drosera clears his throat, ¡°We¡¯re heading for the Nursery.¡± ¡°Right. They must have fallen in the Nursery.¡± ¡°I understand that,¡± Gabby acknowledges, ¡°I¡¯m simply noting we¡¯re moving further away from our goal¡ª¡± ¡°Food - checkmark,¡± I interrupt her. ¡°We got Fruit Nymphs. Mandragora nectar¡­¡± ¡°Mandragoras are raised in the Nursery,¡± Brenda helpfully supplies. ¡°About to be checked off. New marks for me,¡± I say as I flex my second pair of arms, ¡°Doublechecked. Those were our goals, honey.¡± ¡°Yes, they were, before new information became avable,¡± Gabby says, holding aloft a finger to silence my protest, ¡°However, I recognize retrieving your harem mates takes priority. I simply felt I may better aid you in that endeavor with a new tool at my disposal. Nothing more.¡± I nod, satisfied, and throw her a concession, ¡°I¡¯m happy to talk about where we¡¯re at once our group is reunited. Nothing wrong with retracing our steps from a stronger position.¡± She hums agreement, but I can tell this argument is going to rear its head again unless everything in the Nursery goes perfectly. 114. Charlatan Forest, Part 9 (R-18) 114. Chatan Forest, Part 9 (R-18) Jonny takes Serra (the grape-pigtailed, papaya-cocked Fruit Nymph) off a grateful Dire Wolf¡¯s paws and the two of them have their hands all over each other¡¯s dicks by the time we get to the Nursery. He¡¯s managed to jerk her off four times in transit without blowing his load and managed to learn her name and a few other details in those brief windows of mental rity. Reportedly, her papaya ¡®juice¡¯ tastes awesome. Brenda uses her Stone Ooze inexhaustible strength to hold Marcy (the strawberry breasted, banana-dicked Fruit Nymph) over her shoulder while we walk. In a shocking turn of events, that happens to leave said banana cock in prime position to be inserted into her green slime nipple and fuck her gorgeously buxom stone breast. I¡­ did not know Brenda could do that. Neither did Jonny, it seems, as the both of us look on with evident envy as the Stone Ooze has repeated nipplegasms and Marcy pumps her chest full of banana juice. Sober-Marcy is understandably confused to find herself humping her sister and fucking said sister¡¯s boob when shees-to. Thankfully, that confusion bes consent and enjoyment even between the bouts of lust-haze as Brenda gradually helps Marcye to terms with the girl¡¯s new condition. The Stone Ooze offers her sister open eptance and affection when poor Marcy¡¯s self-opinion could easily have slipped into disgust and body-horror. It¡¯s, ¡®Hey, great news! You get to fuck beautiful people all day in a sexy body that never gets tired while being surrounded by a family who loves and cares about you!¡¯ Instead of, ¡®Sorry to break it to you, but you¡¯ve got chronic fuck disease. Your body has transformed into a fruit-meat monstrosity in perpetual rape-zombie mode, and you¡¯ll only feel like yourself for an hour a day at best.¡¯ Framing makes a big difference, and so does getting them out of the Elder¡¯s abuse-prone system. (That is to say, while some like the bunny girl will eagerly fuck the Fruit Nymphs, the Fruit Nymphs are likely to rape prisoners in their lust-haze without being able to control themselves and with no one responsible around to steer them toward consenting partners). From what I¡¯ve heard from Drosera and the prisoners as we travel, Fruit Nymphs biologically can¡¯t masturbate topletion, and abstinence makes the lust-haze worse. They get so pent up after a few hours of denial they leak a constant stream of cum everywhere they go and lose the ability to even speak coherently until their next orgasm. Altogether, the Fruit Nymphs are in a terribly sad situation. Their lusts are insatiable, their minds active for rarely more than five minutes at a time during their refractory periods, but they otherwise retain their mental faculties and can remember what they¡¯ve done with some concentration¡ªwith the notable exception of a mental block around the unholy ritual that sacrificed their partners to create them. Ultimately, the best solution I can think of is to give them consenting partners who make them orgasm as often as possible to keep them sated and give them as much rational mental time as possible. The side benefit, rather a major benefit that solves my big problem in a (rtively) ethical manner, is that they produce fruit whenever someone cums inside them. Drosera offhandedly mentioned that fact while bravely taking a fifth load from Nicole¡¯s (the raspberry-haired, cantaloupe boobed Fruit Nymph) eggnt cock. He¡¯s mounted himself prone on the front leaf of the Sundew carriage while Nicole screws his plump ass over and over. As hot as watching her fuck Drosera¡¯s brains out is, it breaks my heart when her mind clears enough to ask what¡¯s going on and what happened to her Mandragora partner. Even after however long it''s been since her transformation, nobody has told her anything. That¡¯s when we arrive. Unlike the Prisoner Pen, the Nursery clearing is bordered by Busty Willows. Inside are two dozen human children ranging from one year old to eighteen. ying alongside them are a simr number and age-range of green-skinned Mandragoras. All wear flower gowns covering their modesty. I feel Gale and Megan¡¯s absence along with the staggering number of people in need of rescue as twin gut punches. Where are my girls??? ¡°God Beast damn it. Drosera, we¡¯re going to need more Sundew carriages.¡± He nods. Far in the back of the Nursery, I see a Pitcher Treefolk with her bulky Pitcher body cast aside while sheys with a man, her belly heavily pregnant. Looking around, I confirm the Busty Willows are all gravid with child. ¡°Double God Beast damn it.¡± Overseeing everything is a single Flower Dryad. Her skin is such a dark shade of green it¡¯s almost ck; she has white flowers in her green hair and a knee-length skirt seemingly woven of flowers. She has a nice pair of breasts, nipples hidden by her rose ley gand, with a great valley of cleavage, and hips for days. She¡¯s also visibly pregnant. My eyesnd on the vulnerable Pitcher body separated by several feet from its gravid humanoid half and know I¡¯m not about to make any friends here. The wings on my back buzz, easily lifting my Lightweight frame into the air. Keeping steady on my maiden voyage is a struggle, but I don¡¯t need to draw a straight line in the air as I ascend to get a clear sight on my targets. Air des ripple from my fingers as I aim almost straight down, cleaving the bell-like body to pieces without further casualties before the fornicating pregnant Pitcher-woman notices I¡¯m here¡ªleaving her stranded without a war-form like Drosera when we met¡ªwhile sparing her life and that of her unborn child. The Pitcher-woman is shocked and angry, but can survive without her main body as easily as I''ve seen vice versa. The sudden violence scares the children into a screaming panic. As much as I hate this, I had to eliminate the threat the Pitchers posed before she could take anyone hostage. There¡¯s no guarantee she¡¯d be as stupid as the Prison Pen guards in that department. "What on earth?" The Flower Dryad says as she scrambles to calm the uproar. The Busty Willows also attempt to soothe the situation rather than attack me. Ind by the hissing Pitcher-woman and pull her off the man she''s riding. He''s in histe fifties with a salt-and-pepper beard. Who knows how long he¡¯s been trapped here as a breeding ve? His eyes go wide as I cast the Treefolk to the ground and bind her with Earth Magic restraints, careful not to harm the unborn infant in her womb. "Mother Heather, do you know what''s been happening to my brothers and sisters as theye of age?" Brenda says as she strides in amongst the children. Looks like she left Marcy with Drosera. Lucky guy. Both humans and immature Mandragora recognize ''sister Brenda,'' asking what happened to her that she looks different now, what''s going on, why the four-armeddy hurt the green mommy, and a dozen other questions. "Brenda? How dare you show your face here after abandoning Poppler at the altar? What are you even asking? And who is this beastly woman bringing violence into our peaceful meadow?" "Brenda?!?" The old man cries as tears stream down his cheeks to soak his beard. He runs to embrace the Stone Ooze who takes him in her arms. ¡°You¡¯re alive, thank God Beast!¡± ¡°Good to see you, dad.¡± Green Slime tears drip down her statuesque Stone Ooze face. There¡¯s nothing sexual about the hug they share, though both are naked. The children seem neither surprised nor interested by the casual nudity. Not surprising given the Pitcher was raping their daddy barely a stone¡¯s throw away. I¡¯ll have to take precautions to ensure their young minds aren¡¯t further warped by sights minors shouldn¡¯t be exposed to. Even in my hometown where we¡¯re much more open-minded about sex education for young adults than ancient humanity, outright sex in public is still frown upon. ¡°Sir, I take it you¡¯re my girlfriend¡¯s father? It¡¯s an honor to meet you. Jonny.¡± The young man extends a hand, and the old man shakes it dly. ¡°It¡¯d be an even greater honor to receive your blessing.¡± ¡°Dous. As long as my daughter is happy, I¡¯d bless a Goblin!¡± ¡°You two,¡± I say, pointing at my Orc and Dire Wolf prisoners of war. ¡°Grab the Pitcher-woman and throw her in the new carriage, gently.¡± They jump to follow my orders. "Please, allow me," Jonny says while getting between the pregnant Treefolk and my minions. I shrug, the whole point of disarming her was to render her harmless as long as she doesn''t leave our sight. I''m also impressed that Jonny is brave enough to stop two muchrger and stronger Feral monsters, let alone question my orders. He''s no simp. "Sure." "Please, miss, don''t struggle, you''ll harm the baby," he tells the Pitcher-woman as Brenda breaks my earthen restraints for him. The Treefolk girl looks like she''s about to make a break for it regardless of consequences, but hesitates when she sees the young man''s outstretched hand. "Please." Whether its his pheromones or charisma, the Pitcher-woman reluctantly epts. Jonny scoops her up bridal style and carries the confused monster to the carriage like a princess. As they turn to go, I notice a tiny white flower in the Pitcher-woman''s green viney hair above the ear. I''ve never seen a flower on a Pitcher before... ¡°Alright, I¡¯ve had just about enough of your rudeness, young miss!¡± the Flower Dryad says while pointing a finger at me. ¡°Stop this foolishness at once. Think of the children!¡± My eye twitches. ¡°I am. They¡¯re being sacrificed to create Hybrid monsters, so I need to take them away from here.¡± The kids are understandably distressed by my words. Some of the little ones start to cry and the older ones look sick. ¡°Preposterous! Show us some proof of these ridiculous ims or else begone!¡± I grit my teeth and signal my group, ¡°Bring me the Fruit Nymphs.¡± Ordinarily, the lusty nymphomaniacs wouldn¡¯t be a sight for minors, but these are dire circumstances. ¡°And please cover their naughty bits.¡± ¡°Marcy!?!¡± ¡°Nicole!?!¡± ¡°Serra!?!¡± The children, Dous, and Brenda recognize them immediately. The old man once again tears up and tries to embrace his long-estranged children, but Breda stops him with a hand on his shoulder as they lunge for him with fruity erections tenting their hastily-donned leaf-skirts. Gabby, the Orc, and the Dire Wolf restrain the Nymphs from raping anyone. ¡°These are obviously vulgar imposters,¡± the Flower Dryad objects. I blink in shock as she denies her own eyes. ¡°They¡¯re not in their right minds, yes, but everyone can tell it¡¯s them.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t listen to her lies, children! Marcy, Nicole, and Serra are living happily on the other side of the forest with their husbands. Look closely, these fakes barely resemble the real thing! And that¡¯s not Brenda, either¡ªit¡¯s a Mimic Slime! Get away from the children!¡± ¡°Mother Heather, do you really believe all that?¡± Brenda asks with a gloomy cloud behind her Green Slime eyes. ¡°You raised us from birth only to hand us over to that Elder bastard¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t speak ill of the Elder, you foul fraud! He protects and shelters us beneath his boughs. My Brenda would never turn against us like this!¡± I look into Mother Heather¡¯s eyes and see no deception. Rather, it¡¯s the light of madness in that intense re. Maybe, in the depths of the Dryad¡¯s mind, she understands what¡¯s being done to the children whoe of age and can¡¯t ept it. She prefers a delusion where Mandragora and human couples are ¡®sent to live at the farm upstate,¡¯ as the ancient humans once said. Frankly, her willful ignorance andplicity disgusts me. ¡°We¡¯ve wasted enough time with words. You cane with us willingly or get hogtied and thrown in the wagon.¡± I prefer consent to kidnapping, but I¡¯ll do everything I can to prevent another male human child from being born into this horrific ¡®Nursery¡¯ to perpetuate the Elder¡¯s unholy rituals¡ªshort of executing the pregnant Busty Willows. I''ll have to returnter to round them up because dragging a small grove of trees with us is going to be impossible. ¡°You¡¯ll take the children over my dead body!¡± Mother Heather says as her hands glow green and rose nts spring from the ground to entangle my greaves with their thorny stems. ¡°Thorn Whip!¡± Vines covered with roses and thorns sprout from her wrist tosh at me. I can imagine this being a difficult, climactic battle if I went this route a few days ago instead of going to the beach. Her spellwork and Vine ability are a bit more dangerous than the Pitcher Treefolk version. However, I¡¯ve long since graduated from the stage where Heather poses a challenge. None of her thorns can pierce my Lizardman Scales and Ogre Toughness, let alone my crab armor. My gauntlet catches the thorn-whip¡¯ssh and I use the point of contact to yank her toward me with Ogre Strength. I catch her about the waist and throw her over my shoulder. She kicks ineffectually and hammers my back with her fists. ¡°The Elder will have your head for this!¡± I ignore her, careful to avoid harming her pregnant tummy, but her kicks and nails are ineffectual against my crustaceous te mail. *Overcame the Flower Dryad ¨C One Forest Mark!* *Forest Marks ¨C Two* Mandragora Photosynthesis Photosynthesis (Sundew, Pitcher, F. Dryad) Twisted Treefolk Twisted Apple Twisted Treefolk Roots Pitcher Treefolk Vines Sundew Trap Tendrils Flower Dryad Thorn Whip Mandragora nt Growth Magic nt Growth Magic (Sundew, Pitcher, F. Dryad) Twisted Treefolk Bark Skin Twisted Treefolk Earth Magic Treefolk Cock (Twisted, Sundew, F. Dryad) Pitcher Treefolk Stomach Acid Sundew Trap Sweat Flower Dryad Fecund Aura Gabby has something interesting to say after Iin to her about theckluster additions to my mark tree. ¡°Remember how when Pitchers use their nt Growth spell it elerates and controls existing nt life? Drosera and Mother Heather were both able to use their magic to grow nt species that weren¡¯t present. I believe their versions of nt Growth may be more powerful. Also, you¡¯ve previously described the synergistic power of having sources of the same spell from multiple sources.¡± I see what she means. Maybe if I select multiple versions of nt Growth or Photosynthesis the ability will be stronger? It does seem like the clear choice from my options. *Selected Mandragora nt Growth Magic!* *Selected Flower Dryad nt Growth Magic!* Unfortunately, I don¡¯t have time to y around with my new toy. ¡°Everyone, let¡¯s get moving!¡± Drosera was able to make another two Sundew carriages while we fucked around. I don¡¯t think he can animate more than that, though. His concentration seems frazzled before getting double-teamed by Fruit Nymphs enters into things. We keep the prisoners (Heather and the Pitcher woman) restrained with Earth Magic cuffs under guard in one wagon, Dous the old man in another, and the smallfolk (former) prisoners in the third with the pupae. We split the children evenly between the first two carriages because I know I won¡¯t be able to carry out my threats if the kidssh out against thervae. The monsters in my group form a perimeter around the caravan while Jonny, Brenda, and Drosera ¡®handle¡¯ the Fruit Nymphs (we put grass veils on the carriages with children to block the graphic details of said ¡®handling¡¯). The worst part is I have to leave the pregnant Busty Willows behind. They¡¯re too big to kidnap. I bet there are more Fruit Nymphs throughout the forestying traps for unsuspecting victims too. Maybe I can return to clean up the forestter. No, the worst part is that we still don¡¯t have Gale and Megan and we¡¯re still heading away from the Elder tree. I¡¯ve got a bad feeling about what¡¯s happened to my wives. ¡°Alex, you seem overly tense. I realize you shan¡¯t be swayed from this course, but perhaps you worry too much?¡± Gabby poses. I bite back a reply about how she¡¯s only saying this because she wants that Elder cock. ¡°Why shouldn¡¯t I be worried? Flou is strong, but she¡¯s at a third her full power. Gale is sweet, but she¡¯s not a fighter. And have you seen Megan? I¡¯ve fought monsters that could eat her in one bite! I have to save them.¡± Gabby shrugs. ¡°Or maybe you¡¯re so focused on their ¡®girl¡¯ aspects that you¡¯ve forgotten the fact they¡¯re monsters. Didn¡¯t you see the way Gale savaged the Hos when they threatened her prey¡ªer, wife? And you know what they say, ¡®A cornered rat will bite the cat.¡¯¡± "I know all that." I sigh. "But they''re my girls, Gabby. I worry. And, on top of all that, it sounds like Suka and Dura are trapped in the desert. What if they''re in trouble, too? What am I supposed to do?" Maybe this was all a big mistake. "The n from this morning was to split up for a reason," Gabby reminds me, "They want to show you what they''re capable of. Let them." 115. Charlatan Forest Spring, Part 1 (Megan, R-18) 115. Chatan Forest Spring, Part 1 (Megan, R-18) Spoiler Swallowed Whole [copse] ¡°Murder Hos!¡± One minute, I¡¯m giving double handjobs to a couple of cute Bee Girls, and the next I realize I¡¯m surrounded by enemies as their disguises fall away. I feel the anticipatory fire of Predator Sense in my loins, a warning thates in the nick of time as I leap off the ovipositor I¡¯d been happily bouncing on like an idiot seconds before the first egg shoots from the tip. The hot flush of betrayal floods through me as I dodge away from my sexual partners. I thought they were cute! I thought they were nice like Gale as opposed to the other hungry predators in the forest. I let my guard down. Stupid, stupid, stupid. My Harpy wife bites through the ovipositor she¡¯d been gleefully sucking moments before like a carrot. Then she ascends with a few ps of her gorgeous blue and green wings, her talons carving through Ho flesh as she moves. I don¡¯t have any natural weapons to aid me against the insectoid horrors as they drop their deception ande at mypanions with stingers and vicious carnivorervae. How could I have been so foolish to let Flou be separated from me in the tangle of bodies? No matter how safe we felt in the clearing or how sexy the Bee Girls were, we shouldn¡¯t have been so easily seduced. The battle is fierce, with Alex and herpanions dishing out death to the Hos left and right. I feel more useless than ever, no more than a liability as the fighting rages all around. My only recourse is my tail for bnce and my innate sense of the next strike homing on my vulnerable flesh. Dodge, duck, dive, scamper, roll, and jump. The whole reason I came to this forest was to rid myself of this weakness¡ªand now the decision hase to haunt me like a specter looming over my shoulder. Leaping Grubbins, their mandibles cking with sadistic glee, almost bite off my face several times. Every second is a desperate scramble for survival. Gale is forced further and further away from me by the Ho¡¯s venomous darts. I can¡¯t find Flou; I¡¯m too low to the ground to see through the tangle ofbat. ¡°Retreat!¡± calls the distorted, insectoid voice of a Murder Ho hovering above the melee. The nearest Hos make a grab for me with four arms apiece. Even Predator Sense¡¯s forewarning doesn¡¯t stop them from hoisting me into the air as they fly away. My shouting is muffled by the buzz of their wings. Tears fill my eyes as insectoid arms bear me away to serve as food or a breeding corpse like that poor Goblin boy eaten alive from the inside out. Already, their ovipositors are out and searching for one of my entrances. I may be captured, but I¡¯m notpletely helpless. I struggle, twist, and bend to evade their offending phalluses time and again. Despite all my efforts, my time is running out. Alex¡¯s spears rise and fall around us without doing much damage. I reach for Olindia¡¯s tendrils as they grab for me, but they fall short and catch on a stray Ho. Then I see my Fuzzy Slime cousin make a staggeringst-second leap from Alex¡¯s head onto an insectoid leg. Flou!!! The terrifying, amorphous, fur-covered monster flows from bug to bug using toothy maws as grappling hooks. She¡¯s closing in on me, but I can¡¯tst much longer against the Hos that have me if there¡¯s no one left to harry them. I¡¯m no more than a morsel of meat in their ws. ¡°DON¡¯T TOUCH MY WIFE!¡± screams Gale as she swoops into the swarm with her talons bared. She fights like a Harpy possessed, shing at insectoid flesh, and beating foes with her wings like bludgeons. She¡¯s the most beautiful thing I¡¯ve ever seen in my life! My captor is momentarily distracted, and I bite the hand holding onto me. When the Murder Ho releases me in pain I¡¯m able to climb onto their back where they can¡¯t reach me. The midair scuffle continues as we pass an enormous treeden with tiny ck berries. More Hos spot us and rush to aid theirpanions. It looks hopeless, but Gale and Flou seem ready to fight to the death. All for me. Stupid, weak me. The Fuzzy Slime forms a crystal-blood de arm to hack through insectoid limbs before leaping to the next victim as we pass a clearing filled with what looks like prisoners. Gale dodges stingers, darts, and Grubbin eggs over and over, but a few lucky shots start tond. My Harpy wife suffers cuts and scrapes on her wings and legs while avoiding anything fatal. Her talons rip into the Hos staring in disbelief that a mere Harpy can fight with such ferocity. We cross above another clearing filled with human and Mandragora children when the battle takes another turn. The venomed scrapes on Gale are taking their toll. The Harpy slows even as Flou reaches us to shield my wife with her body. Slime is resilient and resistant against venom, but repeated attacks add up. It¡¯s obvious Flou will fall soon with Gale close behind. I can¡¯t sit here and do nothing! Desperate, I w and bite at my Ho¡¯s antennae andpound eyes. My insectoid captor loses control of their flight and plummets down with me riding the Ho to our doom. At thest moment, the canopy opens below us to reveal ake. My enemy and I crash deep into the water. When I regain my senses, I have trouble orienting myself underwater. Then my eyes adjust. I¡¯m thankful the Ho¡¯s body broke my fall, but my situation has gone from bad to worse. Dozens of figures move in the depths of theke. These waters are infested with monsters. And they''re ravenous. The Murder Ho reaches for me, but many somethings grab them before the insectoid hand can close on my arm. Blood in the water obscures what happens next. I find the light of the sun above and follow it to the surface as dark shapes glide around me on all sides, my face breaching the water even as it roils around me with pink foam. My arms and legs il. I can barely swim; mom never taught us since it was assumed any mouse that fell in water would be as good as dead anyway. Spotting the shore, I make a break for the closest piece ofnd. Buzzing fills my ears as the Murder Ho swarm swings low over theke to investigate the sshing of a feeding frenzy. For a moment, I wonder who will get me first, the insects orke monsters, but then the water erupts with a barrage of liquid jets. Half a dozen Hos are knocked from the air tond in theke after the first volley. The waters churn even more fiercely with fresh prey in the mix. Gory froth surges around me. I¡¯m searching the sky for Gale and Flou when I see a shape disturb the surface to my left. Something with fins, scales, and bloody sharp teeth is swimming my way. I paddle for all I''m worth, but my pursuer is gaining on me by the second. Shore is too far away, so I turn to at least die biting and wing the fish monster before it eats me. Then I feel something grab my foot from below. My heart leaps into my throat as my worst fears be reality. A mouth closes around my ankle as the pads of my mouse paws touch a slimy tongue. I kick and il my arms to no avail. The rapacious maw works its way up my legs, then thighs, slippery-soft lips applying tight suction as the mystery monster pulls me inside themselves hand over slimy hand. I feel their jaws expand to swallow my rump even as my paws squeeze through the narrow tunnel of an esophagus before hitting the wet sack of a predator¡¯s stomach. Their mouth takes me shockingly fast, enveloping my waist, widening again to slurp down my breasts¡ªit''s almost a relief as they pop inside the vacuum press of my predator''s lips one after another, my nipples twinging for the second they''re pinched in the vice of flesh¡ªand then it¡¯s a simple task to swallow my head, coating my hair with saliva. Light vanishes as I¡¯m eaten whole. The inside of the monster is tight, cramped, and slick with mucus. Muscles contract around me, binding my limbs against my sides as they push me through the esophagus into a stomach chamber. My meager ws are unable to even scratch their stomach lining. "Hey, I saw her first!" I hear someone outside yell. Theke monsters are arguing over me, but what does it matter? It''s over... I¡¯m panicking, but there¡¯s enough air to breathe in here and I can hear my captor¡¯s heartbeat as well as feel it all around me. Blood vessels throughout the membrane holding me pulse against my naked body. Dim light filtered through thin belly skin illuminates my fleshy prison, bathing me in a watery pink glow. It¡¯s a soothing color. I sigh as I curl up in a ball with my long mouse tail tucked around me. Their heartbeat is a steady, calming rhythm, and their abdominal muscles cradle me like an infant. I can almost imagine this as a womb rather than a stomach. I didn¡¯t think dying would be this peaceful. Or, at least, it feels that way before digestion starts¡­ There¡¯s no acid, yet. Maybe I can fall asleep like this and spare myself the suffering. "Asshole!" the first voice says from further away. Muscles coil and rx around me in rhythmic patterns like a full-body massage. My captor is swimming. I¡¯m so tired. Tired of fighting, struggling, resisting tooth and w at every step. All the fruit and Alex¡¯s milk I had this morning is heavy in my gut, making me drowsy. Kind of ironic, considering I¡¯m bing someone¡¯s meal. I¡¯ve been battling sleep all day though, ever since I qualified for my evolution. Nothing sounds more appealing than closing my eyes and slipping into oblivion. It¡¯s almost a rude awakening when something long, slender, and slimy wraps around my middle and starts pulling. The slippery walls contract around me, pushing me out. My hands grasp at the lifeline hauling me back up the esophagus and through the distended gaping mouth. Light! I¡¯m vomited onto a t, green surface that gives beneath me like¡­ I¡¯m still on the water. This is a lily pad. Looking up from a puddle of saliva and gut juices, I see my captor¡ªsavior? She has mottled green skin with a creamy pale underbelly and short ck hair with two dollops of slime resting there like an extra pair of eyes. Her face is humanoid, though her whole body is covered in a thinyer of shiny mucus. A long, snakelike pink tongue dangles from her mouth and wiggles in the air like a worm on a hook. Her hands and feet are a darker shade of green with t pads on the tips of each finger and toe. Her eyes are yellow and her pupils t. She¡¯s shapely and pretty, with a cute, streamlined slit between her legs, and two pert pomelo-sized puppies on her chest, but her best feature is her ample, speckled ass. I stare at the smooth expanse of her creamy tummy and imagine what she must''ve looked like with me inside. Her belly bulging indecently, distended with my outline, her womanly curves entuated... I shake my head to clear it. No, I don''t have a death wish! I''d never get to have Cottontail and Alex''s baby if I died. I''m not an idiot who thinks being digested would be fun either. Having one''s skin melt off isn''t sexy. It''s only the thought of being enveloped that has some appeal¡ªand that''s just a bondage fetish. This is all that damn Webling''s fault for tying me upst night and awakening all these weird feelings. I didn''t think I''d ever have sexual fantasies about a... a... A Froglin. My mother raised me to never go near a body of water deeper than my ankle, lest I be eaten by one of them. ¡°W-why?¡± I cough, readjusting to the fresh air. ¡°You could¡¯ve¡­¡± She doesn¡¯t need me to finish the sentence to understand. The Froglin cocks her head askew, nces over her shoulder warily, and shushes me with a finger to her lips. ¡°There¡¯s plenty of food from those Hos we caught,¡± she whispers, slurring her ''r''s because of the way her prehensile tongue lolls out like an extra appendage. ¡°You looked tasty, and I didn¡¯t want to shawre.¡± She seems to realize what that sounds like and hastily adds, ¡°I-I m-mean, I want to have sex!¡± She lowers her voice again and continues, ¡°I¡¯ll cawy you to safety in my stomach if you pwomise to have sex with me, alwight?¡± ¡°Me? But I¡¯m just a little mouse. Nothing special.¡± I¡¯m understandably skeptical of her offer. She¡¯s not even pretending to be vegan, so why should I believe she¡¯d make an exception in her diet for me? She smiles down at me, tense with eager anticipation, the Froglin towering over my small body from a height more than double mine. Her eyes trace the curves of my torso, waist, and legs, lingering on my breasts and hips. That sets off my gaydar, registering it as a lesbian¡¯s appreciative stare rather than a hungry predator¡¯s gaze counting calories. ¡°Do you know how few mice we get this deep in the fowrest? And when we swim downstweam to Fuzzy Field, anything we catch gets split to feed everyone. I¡¯ve never been intimate with Fuzzy folk before, and you¡¯re the tiniest, pwettiest, sexiest thing I¡¯ve ever seen! I¡¯ll help you escape for¡­¡± she trails off as she mentally calctes a fair price, ¡°Twibbing, owral, fingewing, and cuddles after. That owral is a sixty-nine, by the way, and a whole houwr of cuddling! Not a minute less!¡± The Froglin realizes she¡¯s being loud again andically tries to shush herself. She¡¯s a little silly, and adorable! ¡­I think I have a type. ¡°Tribbing? As in, we rub our¡­ ourselves together?¡± I picture myself between her legs grinding my core against her beautiful, hairless, slick slit and a small trickle of wetness runs down my leg. ¡°Yep! So, twadesies?¡± She offers me her tongue as if for me to seal the deal with a shake. The Froglin has zero game-face. I¡¯ve won bluffing games against far cleverer mice and bunnies in the Warren and can read this girl like a book. She¡¯s hoping I won¡¯t challenge her opener because she¡¯s desperate for physical affection¡ªI think she¡¯s willing to go as low as no sex and ten minutes of cuddling, maybe less. Not that I want to bid her down. Lucky for her, she¡¯s perfectly in my strike zone between terrifying ambush-predator and endearingly sweet ingenue. It¡¯s weird how disarmingly cute I find the girl despite having been eaten by her once already today. If anything, I want to put that mouth to better use between my legs¡­ Despite my misgivings, I can¡¯t imagine her betraying my trust after driving a hard bargain for cuddle time. Not even a psychopathic predator would do that, right??? ¡°I don¡¯t even know your name¡­¡± ¡°My name is Sue; how do you do? What¡¯s yours, cutie? You¡¯re weally yummy~¡± Her eyes widen, and she blushes. ¡°In a sexual way! I can go a week at a time between meals and not get hungry.¡± Ah, I was wondering why I didn¡¯t encounter any stomach acid inside her. That''s her cold-blooded metabolism at work. I didn¡¯t have trouble breathing either, so I could probably make it to safety riding in her tummy. ¡°I¡¯ll honor the deal; cwoss my heawt and hope to die.¡± The fact she¡¯s talking to me instead of skipping to rape speaks volumes. In fact, I didn¡¯t get a spike of Predator Sense when she ate me. I should¡¯ve realized that sooner. This girl may very well be speaking honestly. My eyes drift to the phallic limb swaying from her mouth and can¡¯t help wondering the ancient human aphorism passed down through generations, ¡®What that tongue do?¡¯ ¡°M-my name is married, I¡¯m Megan¡ªI-I mean, my name is Megan, and I¡¯m married!¡± I go and blurt something to cover my lewd distraction. ¡°Shh,¡± the Froglin reminds me, adorably holding a finger to those luscious lips that could easily spread wide enough to swallow me whole. I''m used to my lovers having ws, teeth, or other deadly implements, though. Sue is attractive in the dangerous kind of way I¡¯vee to love from my rtionship with¡­ Gale! ¡°Where''s Gale?¡± ¡°Who?¡± ¡°The Harpy.¡± "Oh, shit." Sue¡¯s face falls and she shakes her head, making my heart sink. ¡°It''s toote, you can''t help hewr.¡± Rage bubbles up within me and the words leave my lips before I consider the consequences, ¡°The hell I can''t!!!¡± ¡°Shh!!!¡± "Sue? Did you catch another one?" The Froglin looks stricken and clenches her fists in frustration. "Fucking damn it. I''m weally sowy about this, Megan." Sue says as she grabs me about the waist and pins my arms before I realize what''s happening. Theck of animosity yet again foils my Predator Sense; she doesn¡¯t want to hurt me. "Yep, I got one, Vawi!" Sue steps off the lily pad out onto the water with me in tow and proceeds to ''walk'' to my surprise. Her webbed feet sink several inches below the surface, but a pathway across theke upsurges with enough force to support us. This roiling road leads to a group ofke monsters lounging on the surface. Most of them are Koi¡ªfreshwater mermaids. Their scales are colorful with creamy whites, bright yellows, vibrant oranges, and oily cks. I see a variety of breasts, t chests, everted aquatic cocks, heavy, scaled scrotums, and slick pussies on disy in everybination. Some are prettier or more handsome than others, but what they have inmon is their long, straight ck hair and dark brown eyes with epicanthic folds. Gale is among them, surrounded and restrained by many hands. Even without the monsters holding her down, my wife looks exhausted from the life-or-death struggle and traces of Ho venom in her system. Her eyes are drooping, her feathers hopelessly soaked and heavy with water, and her breasts heave as she takesbored breaths. She perks up when she sees me, though. "M-Megan! You''re alive! I thought I saw you get eaten for sure." "That''s the one! That''s the mouse Sue stole from under my fins!" an angry Koi shouts and points at me. Sue winces, then cringes at the cuttingughter that slices across theke. "Were you being selfish again, Sue? You know we share catches in my Spring." The owner of this voice sits head and shoulders above the Koi. She''s an Eeling with a long mermaid tail of sinuous flesh and fins. Her face is equal parts beautiful and cruel, giving me a bad feeling. A neon blue streak runs through her ck, braided hair. At her shoulder floats a bunny-eared Fuzzy Slime, Flou, in a bubble of water. My cousin seems fine, if totally restrained. "Oh, look at that! An absolutely delicious-looking mouse. A rare treat this deep in the forest. You''re truly a selfish sister, Sue, keeping this morsel to yourself.¡± She looks between me and Gale and her lips curl into a devious grin. ¡°What are we to do with you two? Our bellies are full after that smorgasbord of Hos.¡± *Burp* The Eeling woman, Vari, belches, making her pendulous breasts and slightly distended tummy jiggle. She pardons herself and continues, ¡°And it¡¯s a shame to devour a couple of beauties such as yourselves when there are other options. How about we make a deal? If the mouse satisfies me, and the Harpy kes the lusts of my Koi, I can agree to release both of you.¡± Gale objects, ¡°Do what you want with me, but let her go! Please, I¡¯ll¡ªmmph mph mph!¡± A Koi silences the Harpy with a scaly hand over her mouth. ¡°Um, Vawi, I w-wanted a turn with Megan¡­¡± ¡°Quiet, Sue! You had the chance to share with your sisters and you squandered it. Think of this as punishment for bad behavior. Perhaps it will motivate you to be more congenial in the future.¡± Somehow I doubt Sue is the one with a sharing problem. At least, in a sexual sense rather than predatory. I know a bully projecting their issues onto others when I hear one. The Froglin¡¯s shoulders slump as she releases me onto the roiling surface of theke. I stumble, unable to find my footing at first. She gives me a final silent-mouthed, ¡®Sowwy,¡¯ and sadly turns away. It¡¯s a struggle, but my tail helps me find my bnce after a moment. We¡¯ve got no choice. Who knows when Alex andpany wille to the rescue? That said, I can¡¯t deny I¡¯m attracted to the curvy Eeling, and there¡¯s a distinct thrill to bedding a wild predator. I stand and say, ¡°We¡¯ll ept with one condition.¡± Vari tracks my eyes to where Flou spins helplessly in the bubble of water. ¡°Oh, does this curious bauble belong to you, little mouse? Certainly, I don¡¯t mind throwing one more into the bargain.¡± She adjusts her posture, reclining on a divan of roiling water, and opens herher slit with two fingers while beckoning with her other hand. ¡°Now,e hither, my pet.¡± Gale looks at me with a pained expression that devolves into pleasure as the Koi mermaids devour her (sexually). Hungry mouthstch onto her lips, nipples, and both her southern holes while many hands spread her legs wide. A dozen mermaid cocks wait in the wings for their piece of the action. I approach Vari cautiously, but the predator makes no move to grab at me despite the way her eyes gleam with a lust-starved luster tinted by something else. The size difference between us is staggering. Her human half is almost Alex¡¯s size, and her mermaid half is twice the length of the Koi. I climb atop her, straddling Vari¡¯s slimy tail, and lower my face to her puffy cunt. The slick slit is dripping with feminine grool as my tongue goes in top the length of it. There¡¯s a slightly acidic tingle on my tongue I can¡¯t identify at first. Otherwise, her taste is fine, momentarily fooling me into thinking this won¡¯t be so bad. Looking up to meet Vari¡¯s gaze with my mouth on her quim is a powerful sexual technique that sends Gale deep into the throes of passion every time I use it on my Harpy wife. Instead of driving her wild, I find the ¡®something¡¯ in Vari¡¯s stare has intensified to the point I can put a name to it. I¡¯ve also figured out the source of the prickling sting on my lips. Toote, I realize this Electric Eeling is a sadist. 116. Charlatan Forest Spring, Part 2 (Megan, R-18) 116. Chatan Forest Spring, Part 2 (Megan, R-18) Spoiler Sadistic Electrostimtion, Masochism, Breath y, Betrayal, and Revenge [copse] A jolt of pain seizes my muscles as zippy blue current buzzes through me from tongue to tail. I raise my head to flee the source when the sharp agony ceases. Small, lingering sparks hop from my skin to my surroundings, stinging slightly with each discharge. ¡°Ah, that was nice,¡± Vari praises. I hesitate, not sure if she¡¯s punishing me or¡­ ¡°Don¡¯t stop now, little mouse. How do you expect to satisfy me just sitting there?¡± Ah. She¡¯s a bitch. Damn, why are the crazy ones so sexy? I see Gale nearby swamped with Koi, taking their cocks in bothher holes and sucking on another slimy rod while they writhe and kiss each other. The Koi are having a great time using my wife to sate their lusts. They''ve be a wriggling mess of scales and sex, grinding and fucking her holes to reach theirpletion. Gale is doing her part to satisfy our deal with the Electric Eeling; all I have to do is endure this¡­ But why is my pussy so wet? Mustering my resolve, I about-face on all fours and flick my prehensile tail up to wrap its length around Vari¡¯s left nipple. I¡¯ve never met a woman who didn¡¯t like her tits being yed with during sex. The harder I tug, the more voltage she applies to my tail, applying current directly to my nervous system. ¡°Aaahhh!¡± I moan as the pain surges along my spine in crackly prickles. My tail instinctively pulls taught, increasing my sensations as more electricity shoots through me. I¡¯m breathing hard, eyes squinted shut, but the idea of letting go doesn¡¯t ur to me. I''m too busy twitching my mousy ears, flexing my furry toes, and lolling my tongue in pleasure to think clearly. How I''m getting said pleasure in this situation is tooplex a thought for my taxed brain to untangle. ¡°Mmm,¡± she says, and I can feel the heat of her gaze on my pert little ass. I shake it for her enjoyment even as she shocks me, making my muscles spasm and my pussy gush scious fluids. I¡¯ve long since learned how to stimte and ride the wave of a predator¡¯s lust. Not only that; I¡¯ll find my own release in doing so. My hand darts between my legs to rub my clit. A spark jumps to my hand from the tip of my pearl, causing me to fall forward from the staggering white hot explosion in my mind. Yet I find myself continuing to rub the center of my bliss as if unable to stop myself. Sparks of excitement shower my system while my fingers blur. ¡°Ahh, ahhh, ahhhn!¡± The tingling courses from my tail through my body, making my cunt quiver with orgasmic potential. The symphony of sensations shocks me with how amazing it feels. I thought there was only pain there when we began but, the more I pick things apart in my mind, the more I realize I didn¡¯t hate that first zap either. It was painful, yes, but not to the point of harming me. I decide to delve deeper into this electric thrill for further investigation. Powering past my hesitation, my mouth falls on Vari¡¯s slit. This time, I don¡¯t pull away. Pain. Pain flows through me like a shimmering blue river as Iplete the circuit started with my tail. And yet, this sensation is unlike anything I¡¯ve felt before. It¡¯s a new experience, a delicious acidity that fills my mouth like sweet lemonade. My quim shakes and drips as my affections overflow. I swirl my tongue around herbia and through her valley to sample her dark tunnel. My oral member teases her entrance, flicking in and out like a timid mouse exploring a new hole. The intrusion elicits an even stronger spark as Vari¡¯s back arches and her breasts heave, bouncing enticingly as I catch a glimpse between my legs. ¡°Oh! Little mouse!¡± I¡¯m on the right track. Now I attack her pussy with a free hand while supporting myself on the other. My four fingers are the same thickness as an average human¡¯s middle and ring fingers together, lending me the girth to stretch her tunnel while hunting her g-spot. When I find and rub it, another powerful shock wracks my frame. ¡°Aaahhhn!¡± My nerves burn like glowing wires. How can anything that hurts this much feel so good? Then Vari''s fingers plunge into my tiny tunnel, my hot pinkinner walls tight on her slippery mucus-coated digits, and delivers a focused zap straight into my core. Pleasure unlike any orgasm in my life overwhelms me along with the zing pain sting my cervix. Blinding white consumes my vision until the impossibly powerful bliss subsides. Dazed and lightheaded, I¡¯m having an almost out-of-body experience as my gaze drifts to Gale. She¡¯s not having any easier of a time than me. It¡¯s not an orgy over there, it¡¯s a gangbang. The Koi give my Harpy wife no space to breathe, no pause between sessions as they jam one cock in her mouth after another to fuck her throat raw. She¡¯s coughing and half-drunk from oxygen deprivation as one Koi grabs her by the hair and pulls her off a shaft with a*shlorp*before crushing her face against a mermaid cunt so hard I can tell from here she not getting any air. The Koi refuses to release her until she makes the fish girl climax with her wildly iling and desperate tongue. Gale can barely im half a gasp before another Koi takes the previous¡¯s ce and she¡¯s made to do it again. Returning to myself, I realize I¡¯m squirting all over Vari¡¯s chest while my tail tugs on her nipple with strengthmensurate with the shock I received. I''ve never cum so hard; I''m ashamed at first, but that fades as I ept the truth. It doesn''t diminish the love I have for my wife. It''s something I can maybe share with herter. ¡°Yes, right there, you¡¯re incredible!¡± the Electric Eeling moans as she throws back her head. It¡¯s now or never; my heart is beating so erratically I¡¯m not sure I¡¯ll survive if I don¡¯t finish her quickly. After reversing my position again I straddle herhers, bringing my cunt to bear against Vari¡¯s. I brace myself despite knowing it¡¯s pointless. Lowering my core thest milimeter, I touch our clits together. Every hair on my body stands on end as the pleasure/pain streaks through my ravaged body. I just came, and I''m already on the verge of cumming again. I roll my hips in sheer desperation, movements mad with mind-melting lust. Each slick flick of my clit against hers elicits a shock stronger than thest until I''m a quivering wreck driven by a raw need greater than self-preservation. "Aaahhhnnn!!!" "Aiiiyaaahhh!" Vari screams with me as I move faster and faster until our mutual orgasms detonate. Unfiltered power courses through my body. My spine goes rigid. My limbs are bound by steel manacles for all I can budge them. The pain is exquisite, but so is my pleasure. It feels like lemonade poured onto my brainstem, it feels like a spike of ecstasy driven through my loins, it feels like a blistering lightning bolt of a climax. My vision whites out again as I''m overloaded with thrumming bliss. When Ie to, Vari''s chest is heaving and her belly quivers with post-orgasmic aftershocks. Her breasts jiggle invitingly as she breathes. Every muscle in my body is shaking but, somehow, I''m hornier now than when we began and hungry to taste her once more. "I''m surprised you lived through that. Most are screaming and begging by the time I get close. It''s rare for me to finish like this, let alone climax together." ¡°Maybe I am special, after all,¡± I say, proud of the way I brought her pleasure when others failed. Crawling forward, I embrace her breasts and nt a kiss on her lips, my bust resting atop hers like a pair of lemons on cantaloupes. I wouldn''t mind doing this again some time. Then she shoves my face aside. "I don''t cuddle." The rejection hurts more than a little. I just discovered something about myself of a very deep and personal nature. Who knew how much better an orgasm can be with a shocking twist? Being spurned by the one who helped me find out is almost as painful as being electrocuted with none of the fun. At least the sex was incredible. Sitting back on my legs atop her tummy, I ask her, "You''ll let us go, now? That was the deal." "Have you satisfied me?" "...Yes?" I try to read her and fail. Something doesn''t add up. "What about them?" Gale is stuffed and covered with Koi spunk, half a dozen of them having finished on her tangerine-sized breasts or in one of her creamyher holes, but gasping in triumph. Yet the Koi still seem eager for something. Vari grabs me by the throat and hoists me into the air as I choke. Her long, slender fingers easily enclose my neckpletely. "You, hrk, promised!" Her eyes narrow as she smiles viciously; I''d call her expression demonic if I didn''t know Spindle. "I get high on watching you fry. I''m never satisfied until I see the face my prey makes while sizzling." She¡¯s not just sadistic¡ªwe could work through that with a good post-sex aftercare routine¡ªbut full-on psychopathic! ""And we like to watch our prey drown,"" the Koi say as they grab Gale and dive deep into theke. My Harpy wife reaches for me with an outstretched wing onest time before being dragged beneath the waves. She slips beneath the surface with my name on her lips. ¡°GALE!¡±*Cough* *Cough* Flou3 distorts into new, violent shapes as she struggles against the water bubble. Blood crystals form and dissolve uselessly when Vari counterattacks with blue, arcing sparks. Then she loses coherence altogether as electricity boils the water. ¡°That¡¯s enough of that. I don¡¯t get any gratification from zapping things that can¡¯t make interesting faces, but that thing was too dangerous.¡± Vari continues running current through Flou3 until all that¡¯s left is muddy water. I spot fragments of her core, confirming the deed is done. ¡°No, Flou!¡± My onlyfort is knowing she has two other bodies. Gale isn¡¯t so fortunate. ¡°At least,¡±*Cough*¡°Let Gale go.¡± ¡°The Harpy? I don¡¯t think so. My Koi need to see a good drowning every once in a while or they get restless.¡± My eyes search desperately for rescue, eventually falling on Sue. The Froglin sits on her lily pad, watching us with a sad, wan expression. She looks away despondently when I try to catch her gaze. ¡°Don¡¯t look at her, she¡¯s too much of a coward to oppose her elder sister. I want to see your eyes when they lose their light.¡± Then Vari unleashes a shock into my body that proves the others were mere ¡®love taps.¡¯ They were erotic entricities bringing both pain and pleasure to those willing to brave the former for thetter. This bolt has me rigid in a rictus of agony that has no silver lining. Every nerve in my body is a live wire of suffering. Arcs of electricity ground themselves from my body. I hear someone screaming themselves hoarse and realize it¡¯s me. ¡°Die! Die! Die! Ahahaha!¡± Vari cackles gleefully as she watches me cry out a death rattle. My heart stops. It¡¯s an eerie silence within my body. An emptiness where something important once was. This is it. I¡¯m finished. I can¡¯t clench my fists or grit my teeth; even those gestures are beyond me now. As my consciousness fades to ck, I use myst breath to spit in her face. Vari''s outraged expression meets my guttering re, spittle dripping down her cheek, and I somehow find the strength to smirk. ¡°Fucking DIE!!!¡± she shrieks. Mad with rage at my insolence, Vari sts me with another electric shock more powerful than thest. Thest thing I smell is my own singed fur. Thest thing I taste is blood from biting my tongue in a convulsion. Thest thing I hear is her sadistic cacklingughter. And then my heart beats. And beats again, resuscitated by her final attack against my dying body. ¡°Ow,¡± I whisper, voice cracked and shaky. I can''t help a peel of deliriousughter at the morbid humor of the situation despite my agony. How many people get to go out iming they died twice? She stares at me, mouth agape in stunned silence at my apparent cheer, before her features twist in fury once again. ¡°W-why won¡¯t you die?!?¡± Another shock, just as bad as the previous. I¡¯m still ravaged by pain¡­ and yet, there¡¯s something else there. A sensation I hadn¡¯t felt since Vari started trying to kill me. Pleasure. Being shocked¡­ feelsgood. ¡°Mmm,¡± I hum in contentment as her electricity flows through me. The pain bes pleasure as tingling warmth floods my system. Previous aches and damage dissolve. Even the cut on my tongue where I bit it disappears. ¡°What the fuck?¡± Vari asks in total incredulity. I¡¯m wondering the same thing, but don¡¯t want to ruin it. This feels way too good to question. Instead, I revel in her rage as she continues to pour on the voltage. This time, strength surges inside me. Every live wire nerve in my body lights up in my mind¡¯s eye. I feel my muscles hardening like iron as she charges me with power. I grab her wrist and squeeze. ¡°Gah!¡± she gasps, showing an ironically weak pain tolerance as her grip on my throat loosens enough for me to slip free. But not to escape. I¡¯m done running. My tiny fist cracks against her jaw, leaving a bruise as her head rocks back. The bones in my hand rattle and crack with a burst of pain that heals almost instantly. Shaking off the ghost of damage, I throw another punch and discover she¡¯s defensively electrocuting her whole body. Since I¡¯m standing on her chest to batter her face, I¡¯m constantly being shocked the longer I stay here. Fine by me. Power umtes inside me as my fists connect with Vari¡¯s once-beautiful face over and over as I yell to amplify the power of the blows, "Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora!!!" Despite the pummeling, she rallies and her hands find my throat again. The Eeling is determined to choke me out, but she hasn¡¯t given up on shocking me either. Somehow, her hate-filled brain can¡¯t make the connection it isn¡¯t working. Rather, it¡¯s making me stronger, faster, and something else. My cheeks are getting hot. The energy being stored inside me is about to reach some threshold. More punches. Faster. Faster. My fists sting.Vari¡¯s face is a ruin. Her hands tighten, cutting off cirction. My cheeks burn. My body thrums with potential. I see our surroundings illuminated by yellow light and realize my fur is shining bright. ¡°Die!!!¡± she shrieks through ragged bloody lips, spitting out a tooth. You first, bitch. My being sings with energy begging to be released like an overflowing dam ready to burst. And then I find an outlet. Tremendous power flows out of me in a mere moment. ¡°THUNDER CRASH!!!¡± My voice reverberates across theke, amplified by my new electric magic. There¡¯s an explosion of light and sound as potent as a thunderbolt detonating in front of me. When my eyes adjust, I see Vari¡¯s sizzling corpse beneath me. She¡¯s steaming, cooked through like a sh-fried fish. After tearing free of her rictus grip on my throat, my first thought is of Gale. I dive into theke without a second to lose. Vari¡¯s body floats, but the spell maintaining her roiling divan and the magically buoyant patch of water is gone. My shining fur thankfully illuminates the dark depths of theke. I see dozens of Koi flee from me, too far from the epicenter to have been in by my attack but rightfully terrified of my power. Then Galees into focus. She¡¯s unconscious, being dragged deeper by a small group of Koi. They¡¯re heading toward a huge, gaping hole in the middle of theke. I sense the current flowing into that ck maw and feel a tingle of fear for the first time since my revivification. I put my everything into swimming faster. I¡¯m small, and I don¡¯t know how to swim well, but my arms blur, and my feet kick like propellers as I have to learn fast or let my wife drown. Yet, despite everything, I can tell it isn¡¯t enough. I can¡¯t outswim mermaids even with Harpy deadweight slowing them down. My chest burns with my held breath aching for release. This is a pain I can¡¯t handle, one that has no trace of pleasure in it. There¡¯s only the desperation for fresh air so far away and high above. Gale! Don¡¯t leave me! A lone figure darts through the water to intercept the mermaids retreating into the Spring tunnel. It shoulder-checks the Koi, who involuntarily release their cargo. The figure grabs Gale and swims toward me as my light falls upon them. It¡¯s Sue! The Froglin girl kicks her way to me as the strain in my chest bes too much to bear. Bubbles erupt from my mouth in a rush as my breath escapes. I''m drowning. Her lips,rger, slick, and soft, find mine. She exhales to fill my lungs with air and it''s enough tost me another few seconds. Slimy arms grab me about the waist and haul me up to the surface as darkness creeps into my vision. We breach with a gasp, fresh air filling my lungs. Sue heaves us onto the shore; thankfully, neither of us weighs much. I wobble to my feet and force myself to act instead of copsing with exhaustion. Grabbing Gale by the shoulder, I roll her onto her back. The Harpy girl is blue from cold andck of air! I hold her nose and kiss her motionless lips, pushing air from my lungs into hers. Once, twice, three times. Nothing. ¡°Help me!¡± I tell Sue, the Froglin kneeling on Gale¡¯s opposite side with a concerned expression. She hesitantly follows my instructions, kissing Gale and breathing for her. I pound on Gale¡¯s chest to no avail. She turns a deeper shade of blue. Fear stalks me like a predator. Not now. I can¡¯t lose her now, after all this! Fat tears pool in my eyes. ¡°Gale¡­¡± I dig deep, block out the panic, and focus myself. Do to Gale what Vari did to me! I concentrate, pushing power into my hands over Gale¡¯s heart, and release. A portion of strength goes out of me, dimming my luminescent yellow fur by a degree, but Gale¡¯s body leaps with the shock. Her heart starts beating again. A fountain of water sprays from the Harpy¡¯s mouth in a high arc thatsts a good ten count. Then she coughs wetly and turns to me with a weak smile. ¡°Megan, you¡¯re alright! Thank goodness.¡± I start crying, unable to contain my emotions any longer, and Gale raises a wing to wipe my eyes. To my surprise, the tears leap like floating beads to hover above the Harpy¡¯s feather tip. Gale¡¯s eyes widen as she marvels at the water droplets moving by her will alone. She wasn¡¯t turning blue just because of the drowning¡­ Herplexion is recovering, but Gale¡¯s feathers have all be dark blue except for a ssh of green in her hair. ¡°¡°You look different,¡±¡± my wife and I both say in unison. 117. Eastern Desert, Part 7: Trial By Fire (Suka, R-18) 117. Eastern Desert, Part 7: Trial By Fire (Suka, R-18) It takes a while for me to recover from Opal''s bite. I''m floating along a pleasant stream of squishy pillows; no, I''m being carried by Dura with my face in her boobs. I lift my hand to watch it fall while feeling the dy in tactile response with a dopey grin. Opal leads us through the tunnels to a hidden surface exit so we won''t have to slip past the Sheikh. She''s so nice. And Dura too for carrying me the whole way. Flou returns to scarf form, protecting me from the harsh wind of the desert once we reach the surface. Sunlight finishes the job of sobering me, and we part ways with the sexy Lamia. Woof, it''s a long walk back to the Oasis carrying the Ogress on my back. Moreso because of my disappointment than her weight. Despite returning in failure, I can''t help a little pep in my step from that tryst with Opal. I wouldn¡¯t mind curling up at night with a cute snake like that! The Lizardman guards recognize us on sight and wee us in even though everyone can see we didn¡¯t bring the Kobolds home. Steeltooth is inside his pavilion where we left him, though Moka migrated to hisp at some point. Thankfully, he¡¯s ying ¡®nice¡¯ with the diminutive chocte bunny girl. He isn¡¯t even prating her; the two of them are watching my girlfriend at work while he idly ys with the smaller monster¡¯s bunny boobies. My girlfriend is a fucking champ. She¡¯s servicing Lizardmen four at a time. With one cock in each hand and a third in her mouth at a time, Isabe switches between the six hemipenis pricks pointed her way by three standing guards. Meanwhile, she¡¯s bouncing on a fourth Lizardman¡¯s dual dicks double prating her front and backdoor. She continuously grows prickly pears from the flowers in her hair. They bud, bloom, and drop their petals, the fruit swelling, turning a luscious red, and falling in session. A Kobold standing nearby plucks them from the air and throws them into a basket while the Lizardmen already serviced enjoy a tasty snack. Dura picks one to sample and licks her lips in approval after munching down the sweet flesh. Lucinia perches on a bed of straw with several Kobold attendees cuddling with her and brushing her hair. ¡°You¡¯ve returned!¡± Steeltooth says with excitement that quickly dies as he realizes we¡¯vee empty-handed. He surely didn¡¯t expect us to return alive in the event of failure. ¡°What happened?¡± I exin everything to him in detail (except the specifics of our quality time with Opal), from the Goblin Sheikh¡¯s ability to control those who don his cursed garments to the enved Kobold belly dancers and Opal¡¯s transformation. ¡°ording to Opal, the Sheikh is too strong for us to take on alone.¡± The Lizardman nods, seeing reason. ¡°It pains me as a warrior to ask someone else to fight our battles for us, but we need Alex. Although, I would dly fight at her side to rescue my tribesmen even if it meant my death.¡± Dura nods in solemn approval. ¡°We¡¯ll tell her all about this and see what she thinks. Also, thanks for watching Moka for me,¡± I say. Steeltooth shows me his pearly whites in a reptilian grin. Moka pales to mocha at the sight of all those teeth. ¡°Think nothing of it. Regretfully, I didn¡¯t trust anyone but myself to hold her. Temptation is a hell of a thing, but honor is what separates us from the animals.¡± As if in ironic counterpoint, a Lizardman who had one too many prickly pears scrunches his face, convulses as something powerful roils inside, and finally releases a mighty belch. However, this burp is special because, with an internal *click* in his throat, the gasses ignite. The Lizardman throws back his head and breathes a brief burst of me. The fire dances in all the colors of the rainbow: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. It plumes upward in a short-lived fireball that quickly vanishes from sight. Neither the amount of me, intensity, or duration are enough to burn much, but it¡¯s real fire. Something tingles inside me. ¡°Ahh, finally, that¡¯s thest of them!¡± Isabe crows as she swallows thest spurts of the remaining Lizardmen rods. She stands and stretches luxuriously while yet more prickly pears grow in her hair. I rush over to Isabe, scoop her into a dip, and kiss her on the lips. A bouquet of flowers blossom on her head and shoulders as I right her and say, ¡°Great job, Isabe! Thank you, and this gives me a brilliant idea! Listen to this: we lure the Sandworm into a trap, fill the beast full of Lizardman belches, and light it on fire! Boom! No more Sandworm, and we lead the Oasis tribe home to Alex. That¡¯s one problem solved.¡± The Cactus girl blinks at me, one eye twitching. ¡°Suka, you¡¯re a moron, but I can¡¯t be mad after that kiss. Look, your n is missing connective tissue at every step. It isn¡¯t a n, it¡¯s a¡­ a flight of fancy!¡± My face falls. ¡°You¡¯re right. Alex is the one whoes up with the crazy ns. I¡¯m just so disappointed to return home empty-handed. I bet Alex is getting stronger right now. And who knows how many of my rivals evolved while I was gone. I wanted to show you off to the others and impress you with how much they respect me, but I feel like I¡¯ll get tied up and dominated again if I go home now.¡± Isabe puts her arms around me in a hug, pressing our tits together pleasantly through the thinyer of her leafy dress, brushes my hair with her fingers, and rubs behind my wolf ears, making my tail wag and my leg kick. ¡°M-moron! You don¡¯t have to try to impress me. I already know you¡¯re cool. You saved me, outran the Sandworm, and made friends with the Lizardfolk. I won¡¯t let anybody bully you! I¡¯ll fuck anyone at the orgy who tries to mess with my g-g-g-girlfriend!!!¡± She still can¡¯t say it without stuttering and blushing. I return the hug, heart warmed by her words, and feel her impressive erection poking my thigh as the thought of defending my honor by fucking allers into submission excites the Cactus girl. As we hold one another in mutual affection, my eyes wander. More Lizardmen are burping mes. The brilliant burning gases glow and dance in the shade of the pavilion. Fire twists and turns in the air currents. shes of beautiful color illuminate their surroundings. The tingling inside me intensifies. It reminds me of the fire that consumed the Twisted and Pitcher Treefolk. I remember how it called to me that day¡ªa siren song resonating in my blood demanding I cast myself into the mes. I remember the fear I felt at the heat on my skin. I remember how it took all my determination and will to force myself to make that leap. I¡¯ll never forget the searing pain of being burned alive. It reminds me of the pain I felt running from the Sandworm while pushing Cinderwolf Rush to my limit. The tingle reaches a crescendo. ¡°That¡¯s it!¡± I shout, startling everyone around me. I start to pace in a frenzy. ¡°There¡¯s something beyond Cinderwolf Rush! I need to push past my limit! But how? A race, or¡­ the big tower cactus!¡± ¡°Is Suka well?¡± Lucinia asks. Dura shrugs. ¡°All doggies a bit,¡± she twirls her finger at her temple in the gesture for ¡®loony.¡¯ ¡°Suka, you¡¯re talking crazy,¡± Isabe says. ¡°Slow down and exin this to us.¡± Flou1 reverts from scarf to bunny-eared Fuzzy Slime as she leaps from my neck to the ground. ¡°Suka had to immte herself to be what she is now. I think she¡¯s trying to do something like that again to reach the ''next step.''¡± ¡°M-moron! That¡¯s nuts! I told you, Suka, you don¡¯t need to do anything like that to impress¡ª¡± Isabe begins, but Dura interrupts with a huge hand on the Cactus girl¡¯s thorny shoulder. ¡°Sometime got do wut got do,¡± the towering Goblinoid warrior pronounces. I give the Ogress a wobbly smile and punch her in the arm, ¡°Thanks.¡± Dura punches back, but I dodge aside with a smile. Next, I lean in to peck Isabe tenderly on the cheek. ¡°Love you.¡± An enormous white cactus flower blossoms on her head over her ear. Her hair is mostly flowers at this point. ¡°Promise you¡¯lle back.¡± ¡°Count on it,¡± I say as I evade her grasping fingers trying to take and hold me close. ¡°Good luck,¡± Lucinia says. ¡°Seconded,¡± Flou1 agrees. ¡°Don¡¯t need any!¡± Iugh as I shift to my wolf and run, ¡°Back in a sh!¡±
Surveying the rolling desert dunes, I note the position of the sun is long past its zenith. My shadow lengthens by the second. Not much time left until nightfall. I''ll have to head home after this... if I survive. I push that diforting thought from my mind. There''s no room for mistakes here, and distraction breeds error. I tiptoe on all fours during my final approach as I stalk forward. Peaking over the crest of a hill, my ck wolf nose a speck against the ocean of sand, I spot the big cactus. Lucinia was right; it''s like a turret. The tower of spikes and green nt flesh dwarfs any tree I''ve seen byparison. The tall base is roughly hexagonal and covered in needles each the length of my leg. Several arms sprouting from the top like minarets reach even higher. If it were any bigger, one might call it a small castle. I see a twinkle in the distance gettingrger. Staring in confusion, I attempt to decipher what I''m looking at for a long moment before it clicks, and I duck aside in the nick of time. A spike flies right through where my head was like an arrow. "Fuck!" I gasp, chest heaving as my heart pounds with adrenaline. It could see me from all the way over there?!? This is going to be difficult. A rough strategy forms in my mind. I''ll show Isabe how well I can n! Charging straight in is a death sentence. There won''t be enough time to dodge, and I''ll have trouble seeing the projectilesing from that angle. Instead, I''ll circle the Turret and spiral inward like an ancient human record yer. That''ll allow me to gauge myself without going too deep too quickly. That''s what she said, lol. No! Bad Suka, focus. I can still feel the call of fire. It''s a spicy tingle in my core, a crackling in my ashen fur like restless cinders, a prickling along my spine like fingers tracing mysterious patterns. It demands that I test myself. No better time than the present. In great wolf form, I dart from cover hidden behind a dune, kicking up sand for traction as I run in orbit around the Turret. It''s like a dozen archers have me in their sights; it takes mere seconds for the first volley to reach me. Needles pepper my trail, spikes appearing to sprout from the ground like bamboo shoots, the missiles steadily closing in on my tail as the Turret adjusts its aim, but they stillg behind when I dodge and weave. Iugh to myself. Maybe this won''t be so bad? I''m feeling confident. Fuck this pussy shit! Cinderwolf Rush! Cinderwolf Rush! Cinderwolf Rush! Yeah, that''s the stuff! My core ignites in burning pain as searing heat shoots through me. It''s a thrilling pain. Almost addictive, like the muscle burn of a good workout, but more intense. My fur begins to glow like stirring embers. I scratch the record, skipping forward on the spiral track as I pour on the speed. My paws sink deep into the sand with each step, propelling me faster and faster. The Turret''s aim improves as I near, but I''m the one in control. I run closer, dipping into the circumference of progressively smaller circles while searching for the danger zone. There! I duck a needle aimed for my eye, then dodge another that would''ve hit my shoulder. With another half dozen iing in a configuration designed to trap me, I retreat to a safer distance. The needles nip at my heels as I flee, but I escape. That''s the limit of three Rushes, huh? There''s still such a long way to go between me and the Turret, though. I''m just not fast enough. With the margin I have at my current orbital, staying a step ahead of the projectiles is possible. The third-tier Cactus can''t shoot their needles any faster, but they''re regrowing their spines at a steady rate and I can''t close the distance, so we''re at a stalemate. But that won''t satisfy the fire. I need to touch the Turret. I can hear that fact clearly from the song of me sizzling in my blood. I''ve maintained three Rushes for a while now without damage despite feeling somewhat singed. When I did this before, I was no worse for wear after cooling down. That''s all it is, just pain. I can handle pain. Cinderwolf Rush! Fresh agony blooms in my chest. My hair crackles and burns. I smell smoke. Someone pouredva into my veins. Thatbined with the strain of sprinting for so long on the loose, shifting sands makes my limbs feel like bars of metal glowing with pain. But I''m so much faster! I devour half the distance between myself and the Turret, the nt monster firing in slow motion to my hyperdrive sight. I bob and weave through a hailstorm of needles like I''m strolling through Fuzzy Field. Eat my dust! I cough and taste blood in my mouth. It feels like the skin beneath my fur is cracking and peeling every minute I spend at this speed. I was wrong about the pain. This issting damage. I know, if I stop now, I''ll be useless tomorrow. It''ll take at least a day of rest to recover. If I press on, there''s no turning back. I hit the next danger zone a momentter. The Cactus Turret is practically shooting point nk and the minarets are firing straight down at me. I see mice on the ''walls'' wearing cactus leather jerkins, each aiming their own needle bows at me. There really are archers with me in their sights! Thorns fall like rain. Even at my speed, there''s no getting through that torrent of spines. Not without pushing past my limit. Victory or death! CINDERWOLF RUSH!!! The pain is an indescribable zing white. The me core inside me swells with power as fire consumes my ragged body. Gah! *Cough!* Smoke fills my lungs. I can¡¯t breathe. My fur is burning with the dirty fire of green wood. Somehow I smell my own cooking meat and know this heat is killing me. Boiling blood pours from my eyes, ears, mouth, and nose that vaporizes on my skin. My vision goes red. I falter. Spikes find my flesh, plunging into my shoulder, nk, and thighs. The pain is unbearable. But I work my limbs mechanically, one foot in front of the other sinking ankle-deep in the sand, my muscles screaming where the needles pierce them, and I¡¯m running like the wind. I put on a burst of speed unlike anything before. The needle raings behind like it isn¡¯t there. I¡¯m a minget falling upon the cactus¡¯s turret wall. I¡¯m there! The finish line! The waxy green barrier of needles looms overhead like a mountain. Instinct tells me I need a token to prove my triumph, so I grab one of the needles in my jaws and tug it loose. Cactus flesh tears as the wall releases my prize. Tired. So damn tired. Everything is pain. Everything is on fire. I¡¯m dying. Then my core blossoms in an explosion of me. A burst of radiant agony like death and rebirth shatters my being. I feel myself leap free of my dying shell, humanoid form springing from the ashes of my wolf body. Looking down at my sleek, nude form, I see my wounds are gone! Along with all my luxurious ashen fur! What the fuck, I¡¯m naked!?! I feel my head and realize I¡¯m bald! My beautiful hair, nooo!!! I¡¯m scared to even look at my tail¡­ If this is an evolution, it¡¯s the worst one ever! I scream in disappointed rage, ¡°Aaarrrggghhh!!!¡± Red and orange mes spring to life from my wrists, below the knee, my groin, tail, and head, but they don¡¯t burn me. No, they¡¯re warm, but not hot? Fire that isn¡¯t hot?!? And it¡¯s¡­ *pat, pat* fluffy??? Needles close in on me from every side and I realize I stopped running to examine myself while next to a Cactus Turret. A simple side hop dodges dozens of projectiles. I¡¯m not ¡®Rushing,¡¯ but I reach for the ce where that ability was and it¡¯s not there. I¡¯m always Rushing now? Another volley of cactus spines. Another hop aside, but the Turret anticipates my move and sends yet another volley where I¡¯m headed. Dodging midair is impossible, so I should be done for, but I don¡¯t feel like I¡¯m in danger. I feel excited! My paws search for aerial purchase and, to my surprise and delight, I push off from a burst of me to perform a second leap¡ªa double jump! ¡°Hah hah hah haaah!¡± I cackle as Ind and take to the skies again without regard for the rain of needles falling all around me. Being able to redirect myself in the air allows for a whole new dimension of evasion. I wouldn¡¯t say it¡¯s easy, as anybody else would be a pincushion, but maneuvering under fire here is totally within my abilities. I scale the Cactus Turret just because I can, wall-jumping between the ridges of the nt structure¡¯s base while dodging needles and nting my paws with care. Despite the fact one wrong move would bring disaster, I¡¯m ted by the new challenge of climbing this bastard. It¡¯s a short-lived thrill. I¡¯m atop the Turret between the minaret arms in seconds. The needles up here are like a thicket of thorn bushes with spines as long as my arm, but there are paths in the maze. Mice in cactus-leather jerkins with bows and quivers of needle arrows stand frozen with fear all around me. I even spot a few Cactus Treefolk about. There are curtained doorways, cookfires, and gambling tables set up. It¡¯s like a whole town! The Turret and mice continue to aim at me, though I don¡¯t notice any friendly fire. Maybe an ability of some kind? At any rate, the mice are screaming and shooting at me while retreating. I am a scary predator, after all. ¡°Yoink!¡± My left hand is upied with my needle trophy, so I pluck a tasty-looking mouse boy and tuck him under my right arm before leaping from the turret parapets. I break my fall with ast-second double-jump. ¡°Eeep!¡± the mouse squeaks cutely when wend lightly on the sand. The ground shakes as cracks in the earth appear for a hundred meters in all directions. Sand sinks into the gaps and thorny green tendrils thick as trees sprout from the depths. Cactus Treefolk cling to the rising nts while spraying the ground with streams of water to create mud. I must¡¯ve really kicked the ho¡¯s nest! Thendscape goes wild with the Cactus Turret''s minions as if desperate to demonstrate I''m not a threat despite my evolution. Yeah, well, I got what I came for, so I''ve got nothing to prove! So, there! Okay, time to leave. I race away with my prizes in tow, leaping gaps, double-jumping when I lose my footing, hopping over patches of mud, and ducking streams of water. The Needle Mouse under my arm tries to stab me with a thorn that came out of nowhere, but I tighten my grip on his neck until he lets it go. Good boy! The water and mud are more of a threat to me than the earthquake or arsenal of needles I''m continuously dodging. The Turret must realize this or notices how I take special care to avoid the water jets because I feel something change in the air. It''s humidity. Heavy mist rises from the Cactus Turret as the ground trembles again. This time, great geysers of water shoot high into the air from the minaret spires. I know what''sing next and beat a retreat double time. Jumping and mestepping in a tight chain allows me to reach heretofore unheard-of speeds. I¡¯m almost flying. Then a wave of rain chases me away like a physical wall of water on my tail. I have to cross several dunes before I''m out of both archery and waterspout range. "Woooooo!!! That was awesome!" 118. Charlatan Forest, Part 10 118. Chatan Forest, Part 10 The sound of an explosion like a crack of thunder in Gale and Megan¡¯s direction sends me into a panic. ¡°Double time, everybody! Double time!¡± I hustle my caravan as best I can, but there¡¯s only so much to be done. The carriages full of Bee Girlrvae and children can¡¯t be rushed beyond a certain point. I¡¯m tempted to dart on ahead, but the memory of Gabby being pulled into the underbrush by a sneaky Strangler haunts me. I can¡¯t let that happen again. Separating from the caravan is inviting a counterstrike from the Elder¡¯s forces. We¡¯re toorge a group at this point for Drosera to keep watch from all sides. There¡¯s no way word of us hasn¡¯t spread to the big tree bastard by now. Not only that, but I don¡¯t trust the prisoners to behave in my absence no matter what I threatened. An idiot might think themselves clever enough to defy me and escape. So, seeing three figures hobbling through the forest towards us is about the most relieving sight in the world. I rush ahead now to embrace them, taking all three girls in my four arms and squeezing gently. Then I nt a forehead kiss on Megan, Gale, and¡­ who dis? And what happened to them!?! Megan is glowing with power. The mouse girl¡¯s once steel grey fur and yellow-blond hair have be luminescent golden-yellow. The fur on her cor, wrists, ankles, and the pixie-cut hair on her head seems far fluffier because it¡¯s standing on end and crackles with static as my skin brushes it. Her mouse ears have be slimmer and pointier with ck tips. Oddest of all, there are two adorable circles on either cheek like blushes, one blue with a ¡®-¡¯ while the other is red with a ¡®+¡¯ like an ancient human battery or the opposite poles of a ma. Gale is dripping wet despite being nowhere near water. Her feathers and hair have turned dark blue except for a green highlight in the bangs over her left eye. She¡¯s otherwise normal besides being exhausted, evidenced by the way she¡¯s riding piggyback on the third girl. The stranger is a Froglin with slippery, mottled green skin and a humanoid face. She has a creamy pale underbelly and ck hair with two dollops of slime resting there like an extra pair of eyes. A long snakelike pink tongue dangles from her mouth, the end of which is in Megan¡¯s grip as if they¡¯re holding hands. It¡¯s weirdly sweet. Her hands and feet are a darker shade of green with t pads on the tips of each finger and toe. Her eyes are yellow and her pupils t. She¡¯s shapely and pretty, with a cute, streamlined slit between her legs, but her best feature is her ample, speckled ass. And she¡¯s absolutely terrified of me. Gale and Megan know what to expect with my body shapeshifting to gain new powers, but this frog girl looks at me like I¡¯m some high-tier hybrid monster demigoddess. ¡°Sue, it¡¯s all right, Alex won¡¯t hurt you,¡± the mouse girl says with a reassuring squeeze to the Froglin¡¯s tongue. ¡°She¡¯s Gale¡¯s wife.¡± ¡°You¡¯re my wife too by the transitive property of wifedom,¡± I say as I kiss the glowing mouse girl on the lips this time, eliciting a lemony spark that zaps through me in a delightful thrill. Oh, tonight is going to be fun! ¡°Gale is excited to show off both her amazing wives to her new friend, Sue!¡± the preening blue Harpy says, so overeager she once again starts speaking in the third person. I¡¯m d to see Gale returning to her typical enthusiastic demeanor as she dismounts onto unsteady talons. ¡°Are you feeling alright now, Gale?¡± Megan asks with concern. ¡°I just need to rest for a little bit longer, and I¡¯ll be right as rain!¡± Sue blinks, the movement breaking her paralysis of frozen dread, and throws herself to the ground at my feet in prostration. ¡°Oh, mighty Alex, please fowgive me for eating your wife! I wasn¡¯t going to digest her, I swear! Cwoss my heawt and hope to die!¡± I raise a curious eyebrow at the trio. ¡°It¡¯s¡­ a long story,¡± Megan says. We turn at the sound of a startled gasp. ¡°D-D-Denki Nezumi! And a Rainbird!¡± Gabby drops her rods in shock as she stares in openmouthed awe at Gale and Megan. It looks like the caravan has caught up to us. ¡°Maybe I should start at the beginning?¡±
Sue is able to calm down after some cuddling and petting. I sit with Sue and Gale on myp, with Megan sitting on theirs. ¡°Before we start talking, I brought some fried Eeling tail for the carnivores,¡± Megan says, gesturing to the lily pad she dragged here behind her. On top of the big, waxy leaf is an enormous steaming filet. ¡°Is that alright, Alex?¡± I shrug. While I prefer not to encourage eating monsters, it¡¯s another thing to leave perfectly edible food already prepared go to waste when there are hungry people around. ¡°It¡¯s alright this time unless there are any other objections.¡± ¡°That¡­ was my sistewr,¡± Sue says with a mncholy expression. ¡°Oh, shit.¡± ¡°It¡¯s fine. She was a bitch.¡± With that more or less settled, everyone except me and Sue grab a snack while Megan recounts her side of events. The Froglin doesn¡¯t seem bothered by other people eating the fried Eeling but can¡¯t bring herself to do the deed. We catch each other up on what happened since we ¡®parted ways.¡¯ Sucks what happened to Flou, but she¡¯ll be waiting for us back at the Hut. Gale and Megan don¡¯t seem too surprised by anything that happened to us in the Prisoner Pen or Nursery, though Sue is stunned by the amount of damage we¡¯ve done to Chatan Forest. Gabby takes copious detailed notes on everything Megan reports. Gale interjects with her version periodically, but her testimony is slightly skewed by pride in her mate and boasting about her own achievements. I didn¡¯t need to know everyst detail of how expertly my Harpy wife extracted seed from Koi cocks or skillfully brought Koi maidens topletion with her tongue. That¡¯s something I¡¯d rather experience firsthand, thank you very much! ¡°Is our baby alright?¡± I ask Megan, fearing the worst after that story about her getting zapped to literal death. ¡°Mmm? Oh, I already checked. No miscarriage, thankfully. I don¡¯t know what I¡¯d do if I lost my sister¡¯s child.¡± While Megan doesn¡¯t appear to be lying, her arm absently covers her tummy tattoo as if not wanting me to notice something. I almost ask, but my mind gets sidetracked by more urgent topics after my anxiety over a possible miscarriage is relieved. Sue and Megan clear up the whole ¡®eating my wife¡¯ incident, the mouse girl framing it as a rescue attempt without any of the lingering horror I¡¯d expect from such an experience. If I didn¡¯t know any better, judging by the casual touches and frequent horny nces Megan is giving the Froglin, I¡¯d say she enjoyed it to some extent. Kinky. Well, whatever floats their boat as long as no one gets hurt. ¡°There¡¯s a hole at the bottom of the Spring?¡± I wonder aloud when they get to that part of the story. Gale was unconscious at the time, but Megan nods, and Sue decides to share what she knows. ¡°The underground tunnel leads southeast to the Kappa Tewwaces. We make the twip once a year.¡± Cool, new location get! After they finish their recounting, they leave the floor open for more questions. ¡°So, that explosion was you?¡± I ask Megan in disbelief. Not that I doubt my precious mouse girl, but it¡¯s a level of power I didn¡¯t know a third-tier could even possess. It''s a bit disconcerting given my uing opponents. ¡°Can you give a small demonstration?¡± Gabby requests with avid interest. ¡°There¡¯s something I¡¯d like to verify.¡± Meganplies by holding her index fingers an inch apart. After a moment of concentration, she releases a yellow spark across the gap. She doesn¡¯t lose any power because she instantly reims what she expended. ¡°Fascinating,¡± Gabby says in hushed tones while writing something down. When she¡¯s finished with her notes, she returns her attention to us. ¡°Unlike Hinezumi, the famous fire rats, Denki Nezumi are magic absorbers. They don¡¯t produce power on their own, simply storing it like a battery.¡± That¡¯s much more in line with the third-tiers I¡¯ve seen. Being able to unleash a Thunder Crash onmand would be ridiculous. She might¡¯ve been able to end theing n war on her own! As-is, having even one such attack in our pocket will be an incredible boon. Megan¡¯s shoulders slump into a depressed slouch. ¡°Sounds like kind of a useless ability. How often do we fight enemies that use Electric Magic?¡± I open my mouth to reassure her, but Gabby is first to speak, ¡°Nonsense. You¡¯vepletely exceeded my expectations, Megan. I thought you might qualify for Blind Mouse or Country Mouse if you worked hard today, or maybe unlock a side-evolution to Ratfolk and aim for Ratfolk Matron or Greater Ratfolk at best. Denki Nezumi is a Rare-rank Fuzzy evolution with esoteric requirement criteria we can only guess at. By your own report, you should¡¯ve died.¡± ¡°Oo, oo! Is Gale also an ultra-rare Harpy? I bet I am!¡± Gabby is blessedly kind in reassuring the excitable bird girl without lying, ¡°Elemental Harpy varietals are certainly rare in this region. A Superior-rank evolution at second-tier is nothing to scoff at. I¡¯m sure Aello will be proud.¡± ¡°Yes! Momma will be so proud of her baby bird!¡± Megan giggles at Gale¡¯s antics while Sue seems a bit confused. I am as well. ¡°Superior-rank?¡± I say. The Goblin Apprentice rolls her eyes at me. ¡°Page three hundred and four. You need to brush up on the ranking system.¡± Mentally, I flip through the Book of Monsters to find an entry segregating monster evolutions into somewhat arbitrary ¡®ranks.¡¯ Corrting some of the monsters I¡¯ve met (not exhaustive) with the descriptions outlined in the Book, Ie up with the following: Inferior Rank ¨C Mouse, Bunny, Grand Harpy Below-Average Rank ¨C Hobgoblin, Koi, Greater Harpy Average Rank ¨C Orc, Dire Wolf, Moleman, Froglin, Pitcher Treefolk, Harpy line Above-Average Rank ¨C Cinderwolf, Sundew Trap, Bloodwing Harpy Superior Rank ¨C Ogre, Electric Eeling, Rainbird Rare Rank ¨C Denki Nezumi line Super-Rare Rank ¨C ??? Typically, evolving up a tier reduces a monster¡¯s rank by one rung. And yes, that means Inferior-rank monsters can¡¯t normally evolve up a tier without first doing a side-evolution uprank; Matron/Patron being the exception that proves the rule. Taking the Harpy line for example from second to fourth tier, it starts at Average and ends at Inferior; Harpy >> Greater Harpy >> Grand Harpy. In other words, each evolution in the line is less impressive by the standard of their tier. Elder Grand w is just a big fish in a small pond. "Gabby, does the uptier rank-drop mean there are ''Inferior'' God Beasts?" "No, that''d be silly. God Beasts have their own rtive rankings beyond the concerns of we mortals." Huh. Well, to rify Megan¡¯s current rank, she¡¯s a third-tier at the Superior rank, meaning her evolutionary line would hypothetically start as a second-tier Rare rank, hence why Gabby referred to her as a ¡®Rare¡¯. (Unfortunately, I doubt I¡¯m getting an extra mark for hypotheticals as far as my achievement system is concerned.) That said, her growth potential already far exceeds that of Elder Grand w. The fact Megan improved her evolutionary base from Inferior to Rare in one side-evolution is cuckoo-bananas crazy. It probably only happened because of the extreme circumstances along with a boost from me, not to mention her sister being a unique monster. Although, maybe her personal motivations y a part? The fact she purposefully put herself in danger to even be here was distinctly un-mousy. Perhaps acting against what''s typical for her species ounts for why her Evolution is so far from normal. Lastly, there¡¯s an entry in the Book on a particr rank that defies the codified system. Members of this rank may be hardly more capable than ¡®Inferior¡¯ or equal to a Super-Rare depending on their individual proficiency. It¡¯s a high skill-ceiling rank instead of one that takes advantage of strong innate abilities. Arcane Rank ¨C Goblin Apprentice, Imp, Wicked Webling, Showbunny Stage Magician The Goblin girl clears her throat and finishes her earlier thought, ¡°At any rate, all we need do is find a source of Electric Magic to unlock your potential, Megan.¡± Ah, right, if Denki Nezumi can¡¯t produce Electric Magic, then neither Gabby nor I can get it by copying her abilities. But having a speedster that can absorb magic to heal herself and unleash powerful burst damage would be a terror on the battlefield. If only we knew someone with Electric Magic¡­ I snap my fingers, and both Jonny and I say in unison, ¡°¡°Mrs. Fleece!¡±¡± ¡°Now we have to go home!¡± I smile and embrace Jonny in his Stone Ooze suit as the inevitability presents itself. ¡°We know where to find an Electric Ewe!¡± Megan brightens at the suggestion, and Gabby seems immensely pleased. The Goblin girl nods and says, ¡°If Alex and I learn Electric Magic, we¡¯ll multiply our sources to power Megan whether or not this Mrs. Fleece joins us in battle.¡± ¡°Agreed. Now we need to decide how to proceed today.¡± ¡°Ahem,¡± Gabby fake-coughs into her fist. ¡°We aren¡¯t forgetting about returning to face the Elder, are we?¡± Damn, she really wants that dick! ¡°T-the E-Elderbewwy Tree???¡± Sue squeaks. I shrug. ¡°Gabby, honey, look at what we¡¯ve gained so far. New allies, multiple evolutions, a fistful of marks for me, a sustainable food supply for everyone, and a buttload of fragile cargo. There¡¯s no way we can fight the Elder and defend this caravan at the same time. For all we know, he¡¯ll summon Treefolk to attack us from all sides. We have to return to the hut before anything. Let¡¯s call it a day.¡± She knows I¡¯m talking sense, but I can see the frustration burning inside her. She nces at Megan and Gale in envy, no doubt thinking about her own evolutionary future. I¡¯ve got to extend an olive branch. ¡°Hey, we got a bunch of Mandragora in the caravan! There¡¯s got to be at least one of them we can ethically extract some nectar from for your Herbalist evolution. That¡¯s another thing checked off the list. It¡¯s sort of the main reason we came here in the first ce.¡± Gabby sighs, making me think I¡¯ve won the argument, and then she lifts her gaze to lock eyes with mine. ¡°Alex, when we¡¯re in the heat of battle the day after tomorrow with every life in the region on the line, do you want a Goblin Herbalist at your side slinging rudimentary potions? Or do you want to wreck their shit with a full-blown Goblin Witch?¡± Fuck. When she puts it like that¡­ I double-p my face with my top pair of hands to pump myself up. ¡°Alright. Alright, we return to the Hut first. We deal with that situation, whatever it is at this point. Then we pull a team of volunteers toe fight the Elder. If the sun sets on us while flying, I have ways to see in the dark. We do our best, then retreat after the first injury. We¡¯ve only got two healing spells left between us today. Win or lose, it¡¯ll be a good gauge of what a Below-Average Rank tier-three monster can do.¡± The Elderberry Tree has a whole rank over Peter and Aello. Not to mention he¡¯s a legit evolution instead of a Matron/Patron. That¡¯s several rungs of power no matter how you slice it, and I¡¯m not sure how big a deal that¡¯ll turn out to be. Gabby nods. ¡°Agreed.¡± ¡°With the n settled, we can address other matters,¡± Megan says as she leaps onto my shoulder as easily as one might climb a short staircase. This Denki Nezumi is much stronger and faster even without being fully charged. She sits her naked ass on me, and I can feel the wetness between her thighs. The way she throws an arm around my head while leaning her breast against my cheek is certainly suggestive. ¡°Alex needs our marks. Urgently.¡± ¡°Are you sure this isn¡¯t just horniness talking?¡± I tease. ¡°Marks?¡± Sue questions. ¡°I suppose a quickie couldn¡¯t hurt,¡± I say as I grab the Froglin and Gale so I don¡¯t throw them off me as I stand. ¡°My magic gets stronger either when I defeat opponents or be intimate with my lovers after they evolve.¡± Sue stares at the rod between my legs while biting her lip, and it¡¯s no guess which she¡¯d rather be. I guess she''s bi. The others organize the caravan while I enjoy these three beauties. 118.5 Bonus Chapter! (R-18) 118.5 Bonus Chapter! (R-18) My nine-inch human cock covered in green Lizardman scales rises to attention as three pairs of hungry eyes stare at it. A bead of precum squeezes from the tip of my member as if in greeting. I watch the scent of my human pheromones and Lure ability roll over the beautiful girls assembled before me. Three throats gulp in anticipation as they swallow their drool. ¡°Go ahead, Sue! Give Alex a taste!¡± Gale¡¯s affections are uplicated by greed or jealousy. That¡¯s probably one of the reasons Megan loves her so much. The Rainbird is as perfectly happy to share my dick as she is to share her wife with a strange monster¡ªgiven that monster saved her life from drowning. ¡°I-Is it weally alwight? I¡¯ve never been in a weal foursome befowe. Vawi and our Koi sisters never invited me to join in like this, though they made me tongue-fuck them sometimes. I¡¯ll miss that¡­¡± Gale and Megan¡¯s eyes bulge as they hear that factoid. I can¡¯t help my eyes bulging as well. That¡¯s something I¡¯d love to try myself! Sue¡¯s tongue is longer than her body; it can be thin when she ttens it or girthier than most dicks when she flexes her oral muscles. Having it inside must be¡­ ¡°W-we can yter, Sue,¡± Megan says while stifling her horny urges to pounce on that pink python of a tongue now, Gale nodding enthusiastically behind her, ¡°And yes, we really want to share Alex with you.¡± Sue still seems wary as she looks up into my face as if searching for signs of malice. ¡°You¡¯re not going to twick and punish me for eating your wife?¡± The usation in those soulful, big t-pupiled eyes drives a stake into my heart. I want nothing more than to bring that bitch Vari back to life so I can kill her again for the things she did to make this precious girl be suspicious like this! ¡°No, sweety, never!¡± I put all the tenderness I can into my caress as I brush her hair. ¡°We just want to y together.¡± Megan hops down to hug Sue¡¯s leg and rests her cheek against the Froglin¡¯s thigh. ¡°I told you, it¡¯s fine. You didn¡¯t hurt me. In fact, Gale and I want to reward you for rescuing us.¡± She edges closer to my cock. The three of us reassuring her seem to finally get the message through that she¡¯s in a safe ce with people who want to have explorative, fun sex. ¡°So, I can have this yummy thing all to myself?¡± The Froglin reluctantly meets my eyes and I give her an encouraging nod. I¡¯ve got every reason to be grateful to Sue for saving my girls. She eagerly eyes my dick while bringing her prehensile tongue to bear. Then she brushes the tip of her oral member to mine, licking the bead of precum from my tip, and shudders in ecstasy. Then Sue coils the soft, pink, sticky, slimly length of it around my penis in preparation. ¡°I promised her a ce in tonight¡¯s orgy and a safe, wet sleeping spot to get her toe with us,¡± Megan tells me as she watches the Froglin work, reiming her seat on my shoulder with a single leap. Sue kisses my tip, then engulfs my length in her mouth along with the coil of her tongue. Theyer of coils shields my delicate flesh from bumping into teeth, making her jaws feel like a top-tier onahole. Her saliva dribbles down my cock and onto my thighs as she coats every inch of my dick with the slippery substance. Sue¡¯s cheeks turn concave as she sucks and pulls herself away, her lips dragging along my rod while applying gentle pressure. ¡°Mmmph!¡± she moans as her webbed hands migrate to her breasts and pussy. Her eyes roll up before she even starts touching herself as if I¡¯m a decadent gourmet delicacy for her to enjoy. ¡°Fuck,¡± I groan as rivers of pleasure roar through me. She¡¯s pretty, too. The Froglin¡¯s t pupils are wild, but the way she enjoys herself while giving head is a huge turn-on. I want to taste those mucus-slick breasts, push her down, and test if Froglins really doe pre-lubed. ¡°I want her as my personal retainer. First personal retainer,¡± Megan corrects herself. Iugh. ¡°Yesterday, you didn¡¯t think you were special enough to join my harem. Now, you¡¯re asking for multiple retainers.¡± The Denki Nezumi nods. ¡°I¡¯ve worked hard since then; gambled my life for this payout. And I know my value. Cottontail and I are your first third-tier monsters, even if we haven¡¯tpleted the physical transformation. You and Gabby are banking on me for the uing n war. I deserve retainers.¡± ¡°Yeah, you do,¡± I say as I turn my head to kiss Megan. My face is muchrger, but she¡¯s active and yful, kissing and biting my lips and tongue over and over. Each peckes with a zesty tingle that kindles my arousal. Mmm! She can have all the retainers she wants if they¡¯re as delightful as this Froglin. ¡°My turn!¡± Gale says as she nuzzles Sue aside. The Froglin leaves her tongue coiled about me, though. The Rainbird stares at my dick in puzzlement as if trying to do calculus in her head. Then her mind kicks into gear with whatever solution she came up with. Gale floats above the ground with the barest movement of her wings while beads of water hang suspended in the air around her. She maneuvers herself to sit on my dick as if weightless. Her talons grip my hips and thighs, their sharp tips unable to puncture my Lizardman Scales and Ogre Toughness (not that she¡¯s trying to hurt me). Then she pulls herself onto my length, sheathing me with her quim in a fluid motion. ¡°Aaahhhnnn! Alex is amazing!¡± Despite me standing in ce, Gale is riding reverse-cowgirl like I¡¯m lying on a bed! I gasp in pleasure as Gale treats me to her amazing pussy. The coil of Sue¡¯s tongue adds tightness to the experience as well as lubrication from her saliva while increasing my girth for Gale¡¯s enjoyment. My hips buck and tremble as waves of sensation roll through me. ¡°Mmm, mmmph! Sho tasty!¡± Even the Froglin is having a good time, pinching her aroused, everted nipples and masturbating while she watches us use her tongue as a sex toy. It almost looks like she¡¯s being stimted by what we¡¯re doing to her oral appendage as if it¡¯s an erogenous zone for her. Her body jerks and writhes each time Gale plunges her pussy onto my rod. I watch as Gale¡¯s ass ps against my crotch, her tailfeathers fanning my tummy, and marvel at every peek I get of her tight little taunting rosebud. My hands clench. I want to grab her with all four hands and rut this beautiful Harpy. Megan breaks our kiss and hops onto the ground. ¡°This is a quickie, remember?¡± ¡°Sorry, Megan,¡± Gale says without a hint of remorse as she stops plowing herself. ¡°You know Alex is just the best!¡± The Rainbird floats off of my twitching member, leaving me desperate for more. ¡°You¡¯ll get more of my wife tonight, Alex,¡± Megan promises, then looks at how far above her my cock is and frowns. ¡°Now, down.¡± I obey with a cheeky smile. The little mouse is giving orders now. I¡¯m starting to wonder if she¡¯s more S or M, or a Switch? Megan strides forward with purpose and grabs my rod slick with pussy juice and saliva in both hands. There¡¯s no way she can open her jaws wide enough to fit my girth with Sue¡¯s coiling tongue around me, leaving her only thest uncovered inch to work with. ¡°Come closer. Alex is about to blow in a few seconds,¡± she says to Sue and Gale with utmost confidence. I raise my eyebrows, this being news to me, but say nothing. The bird and the frog kneel beside a standing Megan to put their faces close together. Then Megan kisses my tip, takes me in her mouth, and swirls her tongue around my ns. Faster, faster, and faster. She rubs her hands along my length over Sue¡¯s coiled tongue at a simr speed, making both me and the frog girl squirm. Tiny shocks buzz against my cockhead that has my toes curling. Megan bobs her head like a jackhammer, blurring as she gives my cock-tip an inhumanly fast blowjob. ¡°Oh, fuck! Megan! I¡¯m¡ª!¡± I can¡¯t even finish before a storm of pleasure rocks my world and my dick erupts with creamy seed. The mouse girl pulls away in the nick of time to avoid taking the whole meal for herself. Instead, I cum rope after rope all over her face and chest. She tilts my rod to aim me at Gale next, followed by Sue. Megan knows how I love to cum copious amounts to show my appreciation and all three girls look like they¡¯ve had a colossal yogurt ident by the time my orgasm is through. The Froglin¡¯s legs are twitching, and her eyes have rolled up into her head so far they¡¯re all whites. She definitely came hard from having her tongue on me while the other girls yed with my cock. Gale and Megan are licking each other clean by the time Suees to. Then the Froglin eagerly uses her prodigious tongue to help clean the mess. Thankfully, my marks take everyone¡¯s participation into consideration. *Fucked the Rainbird ¨C One Avian Mark!* *Froglin Blowjob ¨C Two Lake Marks!* *Denki Nezumi Blowjob ¨C One Fuzzy Mark!* *Marks Consolidated!* *Rainbird bride ¨C Three Avian Marks!* *Denki Nezumi bride ¨C Two Fuzzy Marks!* Hurray! Let¡¯s go back to the hut and prepare for a battle! 119. New Home, Part 1 (R-18) 119. New Home, Part 1 (R-18) *Fucked the Rainbird ¨C One Avian Mark!* *Froglin Blowjob ¨C Two Lake Marks!* *Denki Nezumi Blowjob ¨C One Fuzzy Mark!* *Marks Consolidated!* *Rainbird bride ¨C Three Avian Marks!* *Denki Nezumi bride ¨C Two Fuzzy Marks!* *Avian Marks ¨C Three* Harpy Sight Wings (Harpy, Rainbird) Bloodwing Air-Dodge Rain Pellets Tailfeathers (Harpy, Rainbird) Harpy Matron Form Harpy Matron Fertility Harpy Matron Longevity Rainbird Aviation Harpy Talons Harpy Lightweight Harpy Matron Lightweight Harpy Air Magic Harpy Matron Air Magic Rainbird Water Magic Lesser Siren Voice Lesser Siren Enchanting Melody Lesser Siren Charm Resistance Bloodwing Blood Magic Harpy (Bloodwing) Cock Okay, Rain Pellets must be the beads of water Gale summons. Rainbird Aviation then is her ability to float or hover. As far as flying is concerned, I think I¡¯m good for the moment. *Selected Rainbird Water Magic!* *Selected Bloodwing Blood Magic!* *Selected Harpy Air Magic!* I¡¯m gearing up for a fight. Time to grab all the magic I can. Blood Magic is good for dealing with injuries even if I don¡¯t have Flou with me to make Blood Star. Harpy Air Magic will add a small amount of power to my Air des. I¡¯m not sure if I¡¯ll find a use for this water spell, but I¡¯m sure second-tier Water Magic is stronger than the first-tier Mermaid Water Magic I¡¯m used to. Speaking of¡­ *Selected Mermaid Water Magic!* I was holding that mark in reserve until now. I should be able tobine my Water Magic as well. *Fuzzy Marks ¨C Four* Rodent Nose (Bunny, Mouse, Mole-man) Denki Nezumi Nose Rodent Ears (Bunny, Mouse) Mouse Predator Sense Denki Nezumi Ears D.N. Radar Rodent Stature (Bunny, Mouse) Bunny Patron Stature Bunny Patron Longevity Bunny Patron Strength Denki Nezumi Stature D.N. Electric Absorption D.N. Electric Regeneration D.N. Battery Cheeks D.N. Energizer D.N. Thunder Crash Rodent Tail (Bunny, Mouse, ymate) Mouse Bnce ymate Anal Lube Showbunny Stage Magician Tail Showbunny Anal Adaptations Denki Nezumi Tail Denki Nezumi Agility Rodent Legs (Bunny, Mouse, ymate) Bunny Hop Good Digger Lucky Rabbit Foot (BP, SSM) Legs Luck Magic Rodent Cock (Bunny, Mouse, Mole-man) Bunny Patron Cock Bunny Stamina (BP, SSM) Stamina Mole-man Earth Magic Bunny Patron Earth Magic Mole-man ws Mole-man Summon Shovel Bunny Patron Summon Carrot Bunny ymate Outfit Showbunny Stage Magician Outfit Showbunny Hat Showbunny Performer¡¯s Body Ah. I see the issue with trying to copy Megan¡¯s kit. While technically possible for me, it¡¯d take five equipped marks to aplish. A whopping seven to get it done today without Golden Hour refund fuckery. On top of that, there are some great options outside that specialized niche. Radar and Agility sound like straight upgrades of Predator Sense and Mouse Bnce. Both could be useful in a lot of situations. Bunny Patron Strength might synergize with Ogre Strength¡­ I bet Showbunny Hat is good once Cottontail figures out how to use it¡­ Damn, the Fuzzy Mark tree is getting crowded! I may have to change how I view them on my interface to better keep track of everything. But I¡¯ve already made my decision. *Selected ymate Legs* *Selected Showbunny Stage Magician Legs* *Selected Luck Magic!* Time to test out Luck Magic! Of course, the body modification twists my form in new and strange ways, but at least the lower limbs are scaled proportionately to my body. My thighs feel more supple and shapely while ending in rabbit feet. That¡¯s a¡­ mixed bag, I guess. Lastly, the new and exciting Lake Mark tree! *Lake Marks ¨C Two* Naiad Water Breathing Froglin Skin Froggin Webbed Digits Froglin Legs Froglin Leap Froglin Stature Froglin Mouth Froglin Prehensile Tongue Froglin Water Magic Hmm, hmm, yes, yes, interesting, fascinating, hmm, curious choices, yes¡­ Who am I kidding? I¡¯m a fucking pervert. *Selected Froglin Tongue!* ¡­and the offensive spell, I guess. *Selected Froglin Water Magic!* I can feel my tongue growing longer but, thankfully, mine is retractable and doesn¡¯t loll lewdly out of my mouth all the time. Hurray! Let¡¯s go back to the hut and prepare for a battle! The return journey is slowbut uneventful. We¡¯re transporting three carriages filled with precious cargo (infant Sweet Bees, immature Mandragoras, and human children) along with three Fruit Nymphs who refuse to behave for more than a few minutes at a time. Jonny, Brenda, and Drosera are fucking champs for controlling the nymphomaniacs¡¯ libidos. The former Forest prisoners¡ªnow my prisoners of war¡ªand kidnapped Treefolk (Mother Heather the Flower Dryad and the pregnant Pitcher woman) are surprisingly obedient. I expected at least one of them to step out of line and require punishment despite all my threats, but no one proves themselves that stupid. Well, to be less charitable, I think my appearance and deeds are having a more profound effect on said monsters than expected. They act as if they¡¯ve been taken captive by a truly powerful high-tier monster; resistance is futile and all that. Simrly, Chatan Forest itself seems d to be rid of me. I half-expected the Elder to uproot himself and chase after us, given all the trouble we¡¯ve caused, but that doesn¡¯t happen. It does sort of seem he¡¯s counting himself lucky we aren¡¯t pressing with our momentum. Gabby¡¯s n may have merit, after all. But, perhaps, the ¡®damage¡¯ we¡¯ve done isn¡¯t as significant as I assumed. An Elder Treefolk may see things differently due to the timescale of his long lifespan; to him, this may be a minor setback since I failed to abduct the Busty Willows surely pregnant with at least one human male. Regardless, we make it all the way back to Fuzzy Field without incident¡­ quickly followed by an incident. ¡°Hey!¡± I cry, feeling the burning on my tummy indicating my marks are changing without any clear reason. My heart leaps into my chest at the thought this might be what losing a Brandedpanion feels like. Then I read the new message. *Your Power Bonded is Evolving!* *Your Cinderwolf became a Lesser Lupine mestalker!* *Cinderwolf Rush became Lesser Lupine mestalker me Magic!* I stare at the message for a few seconds before all the implications percte through my mind. Then I focus my will, searching with my Profane Sight for red leylines, and pull on the crimson strings. A fire blossoms above my palm. I let out a whoop of joy! ¡°Great job, Suka!¡± ¡°She evolved?!?¡± Gabby observes with growing excitement. ¡°Yep, that¡¯s another advantage of Power Bond. It got stronger when she did.¡± My Goblin wife nods. ¡°That will help during our battle with the Elder.¡± At her reminder, my eyes fall on the setting sun. Even with an awesome new ability, this is not going to be fun. ¡°What did your marks say?¡± I know what she wants. ¡°Suka is a Lesser Lupine mestalker now.¡± Gabby¡¯s mind whirls to life. ¡°Second-tier, Superior rank evolutionary line. It¡¯s a huge boost. Hmm, I wonder how the Power Bond decides which mark ability to give you? Maybe it defaults to the evolution¡¯s core ability.¡± ¡°Which¡­? Ooh! There¡¯s more than one!?!¡± I can¡¯t help getting a little excited. ¡°Has to be. You¡¯re about to burn yourself.¡± Looking down at my hand, I realize she¡¯s right. ¡°Hot! Hot! Hot!¡± I wave my gauntleted hand around to extinguish the free-floating me before it can blister the skin beneath. ¡°Let¡¯s hurry on home so we can deal with the big tree bastard.¡± Gabby scans the earth. ¡°Where do you think the Fuzzy Folk practiced digging their traps?¡± ¡°Oh, shit.¡± *Selected Webling Burrower Tremor Sense!* I almost forgot I asked the smallfolk to practice making pitfalls today. Thankfully, I recall in the nick of time to purchase an ability that¡¯ll let me lead us around the traps. I need to talk to them about leaving hidden markers for allies or at least draw a map for us to memorize. As we approach Gabby¡¯s Hut, I''m bbergasted by what Spindle aplished today, let alone the mounds of dirt marking the New Warren''s progress. I see three purple-fabric pavilions on the periphery, one of which is fully enclosed, and another is a hive of activity. Our arrival draws everyone working in the field or flying overhead toe see what¡¯s happening as we approach the already crowded area, bringing a familiar face into view. ¡°K-Kani?¡± The red-shelled crab girl with satiny brown skin on her humanoid half is enjoying herself with Cottontail and a mouse boy. She has the mouse gently gripped in one w, having turned him upside down to suckle his modest rodent prick with his balls resting on her face. His testes contort to squeeze out thest drops of his cum into her gulping throat. When his climax is finished, she sets the mouse aside amidst a growing pile of gasping rodent kin (plus a few Harpy boys) with shriveled scrotums sucked dry. They look dazed and fatigued but at least satisfied. ¡°Mmm, salty,¡± the crab girl says as she licks her lips. Cottontail is caught between Kani¡¯s w and the Merfolk¡¯s bare tummy, ovipositor visibly wriggling beneath the taught skin of her belly, the Showbunny half-undressed with her clitty standing tall as she cums on herself for the umpteenth time judging by her disheveled state. There are flecks of cream sttered all over her once-pristine outfit. I spot the detachable bottoms tossed away in haste along with buttons burst from her button-up top. Her fis stockings are torn to shreds but, somehow, Cottontail¡¯s top hat hasn''t fallen from her head despite however many rounds of intense lovemaking. And I can see it is ¡®lovemaking¡¯ from the Showbunny¡¯s lewd lolling tongue and ahegao expression besides the loud moansing from her mouth as Kani plows that perfect little asshole with a long, hard Mermaid ovipositor. The crab girl arches her spine in orgasmic release as she cums in Cottontail. ¡°¡°Aaahhhnnn!!!¡±¡± they both scream in release. She tosses her long ck hair as she throws her head back at the height of her climax. Velvety dark strands pool on her mocha breasts and run down her back like rivers of shadow. Then Kani realizes she heard my voice and sheepishly looks over to me as post-nut rity washes over her. I dismiss my summoned armor, though that should¡¯ve been proof enough of who I am, to let her see me. ¡°A-Alex???¡± The crab girl¡¯s eyes rake me from head to bunny toes (I needed to get them for Luck Magic), taking a second to parse the features of my face beneath green Lizardman scales and Slime hair. She double-takes after counting my extra arms and noticing my insectoid wings. Then her gaze heats as she truly recognizes me, taking in my significantly boosted bust and smelling the mark-enhanced pheromones of my arousal, her nipples hardening to choctey droplets as she absorbs the overall change in my being. Shees to a decision. ¡°Lady Alex, I bring word from the sea.¡± She guiltily looks down at Cottontail, the Showbunny lyingnguid and breathless, still reveling too deep in orgasmic bliss to register my presence. ¡°I suppose this is your courtesan I¡¯m screwing the brains out of, right?¡± The corners of my mouth quirk upward in a wry smile. Cottontail doesn¡¯t seem likely to protest in the slightest. I see Spindle nearby watching everything with mischievous glee, the clear orchestrator of this turn of events. ¡°It¡¯s alright. I know you get carried away sometimes because you can¡¯t masturbate.¡± (No hands) ¡°I thought I left Arie and you together for that reason?¡± ¡°Lady Arie is so busy now; I can¡¯t go begging my mistress for release every time I feel the urge¡­¡± Kani blushes a lovely shade of umber as she refuses to meet my eyes. I approach my oceanic lover with eager but measured steps, Gabby close behind me, as onlookers watch us. This doesn¡¯t escape the crab girl¡¯s observation. ¡°Hello, G-Gabby.¡± Kani¡¯s expression is somewhatplicated with a mix of recognition, recalled fondness, anticipation, and mild consternation. It¡¯s the sort of look you give someone you fucked three days ago at a wild party and you¡¯re not sure what the current status of your rtionship is when the two of you see each other at work Monday. Or I assume that¡¯s the expression an ancient human would make in said situation. ¡°Kani.¡± Gabby¡¯s response is much lessplicated as shees forward to take Cottontail in her arms and pull the Showbunny off the crab girl¡¯s ovipositor. Likely, she sees them both as fellow harem members, both bearing my spawn, both having developed affectionfor a certain special bunny girl, and both desirous of more casual sex. Not exactly the romance of the century, but I wouldn''t be surprised to see them together at least once during tonight¡¯s orgy. I see Cottontail and Megan embrace as they¡¯re reunited, the Showbunny fussing over her sister¡¯s recent changes before Gale sweeps them both into a hug. ¡°Megan, sweetie, is that you?¡± Lois the mouse MILF says,ing forward with eyes wide as saucers. ¡°Hi, mom.¡± Megan acts demure in front of her mother, gaze downcast, hands sped below her navel, and knees rubbing together. ¡°They told me you¡¯d gone with the Echidna. I thought for certain I¡¯d never see you again.¡± Those words make Megan wince as if stung. It was a close thing, after all, with Megan nearly dying half a dozen times before her evolutionary resurrection. ¡°But look at you,¡± Lois says as she takes a lock of the Denki Nezumi¡¯s neon yellow hair in her fingers. ¡°So pretty.¡± ¡°I-I¡¯m home,¡± Megan says before hugging her mother. When the two finally separate, she continues, ¡°Cottontail, Mom, I¡¯ve got a new girlfriend, though she¡¯s also my first retainer,¡± Megan says as she ushers Sue forward, her tiny hand wrapped around the tip of the frog girl¡¯s prehensile tongue. The smallfolk keep their distance from Sue while their wary eyes never waver. Even the Harpies seem to regard the Froglin with caution. I supposend-dwellers need fresh water to survive, makingke monsters a constant threat. Their instincts must be yelling, ¡®Danger!¡¯ ¡°Hello, Mistress Cottontail, Mws. Lois.¡± Sue bows instead of curtseying, then extends her tongue as if to have the mature woman and Showbunny shake it. ¡°Sue is a nice monster,¡± Gale chimes in, ¡°She saved Megan¡¯s life! And mine too!¡± ¡°Charmed,¡± Lois says congenially as she shakes Sue¡¯s tongue, fur standing on end as if subconsciously expecting an attack. ¡°You¡¯re very cute,¡± Cottontail says with pure honesty, her eyes studying the frog girl¡¯s alluring features and shy expression. I¡¯m not sure if it¡¯s her personality, her predator-loving fetish, or her third-tier instincts at y, but she¡¯s a lot more rxed than the other smallfolk. ¡°Um, um,¡± Sue tries to hold it together but meeting her new girlfriend¡¯s/Mistress¡¯s mother and sister makes her so nervous she blurts out, ¡°I¡¯m sowwy I ate your sister, I mean, daughtewr!¡± ¡°¡°Eh?¡±¡± Looking around, I see the rest of my entourage following me into the pavilion¡ªwith the exception of the childrengging just far enough behind for us to get our shit together. ¡°Alright, clean up all the fornication for a minute, there¡¯re kidsing,¡± I cut off Sue before she can get into a full exnation. We can have a round of introductions followed by dealing with Kani¡¯s business before I decide what to do with everyone. 120. New Home, Part 2: Naming 120. New Home, Part 2: Naming ¡°Alright, clean up all the fornication for a minute, there¡¯re kidsing,¡± I cut off Sue before she can get into a full exnation. We can have a round of introductions followed by dealing with Kani¡¯s business before I decide what to do with everyone. The Fuzzy Folk look at me like I¡¯m the weirdo but hop to mymand. They let their Fuzzies run wild until they evolve into mice and bunnies and join the Warren, so their parenting style is on the extremelyx side until their offspringes of age. (Thankfully, this region¡¯s predators seem to think it¡¯s a waste to eat Fuzzies prior to their second-tier evolution, but I should probably make it a point to round up all the younglings before anything happens.) Presumably, some Fuzzy Folk keep better track of their offspring but, regardless, they¡¯re far from humanity¡¯s prudish sensibilities. By the time the group of juvenile Mandragora and human children arrive, the perversity is mostly under control. The Fruit Nymphs are freshly milked, giving them a few minutes of post-nut rity to speak on their own behalves, and grass skirts to cover their modesty. We clean up Cottontail and she re-summons her Showbunny outfit to repair the stains and tears. Kani¡¯shers are covered by slippery foam again. Also, Spindle gave me somefortable, yet sexy purple lingerie covered in floral designs. Clothes atst! Bless that arachnid degenerate! I wish Spindle had made underwear for everybody, but would probably be a big waste of her time. From what she told me, her Dark Magic threads fade with time. She¡¯ll need to continually refresh the magic of everything she makes to maintain its ontological inertia. If she leaves on a mission, the pavilions and all her creations could disappear, forcing her to start from scratch. Asking her to knit clothes is a bit much until her creations be functionally permanent. Maybe after her next evolution¡­ Well, the mice, bunnies, and Harpies are all naked, but they¡¯re basically nudists, so at least no one is embarrassed about the situation. It¡¯s not that bad since the kids are only wearing flower gowns to cover themselves, so they probably won¡¯t be shocked by the furry naturists. No, the children are much more interested in all the strange monsters they¡¯re seeing. Their eyes linger on the non-human features of the Fuzzy Folk, Webling, Cancer, Goblinoid, and Canine kin prisoners in our midst, not least of all my monster parts. I bet they¡¯ve gotten minimal education on the monster races of the world. They look at me with fear and trepidation. I did attack the ¡®green mommy¡¯ without provocation, after all. Winning them over is going to be a long-term project. ¡°Alright, first things first. Kani, you know my head wife Gabby, but I gathered a few more harem members since we met. This is Spindle, my¡­?¡± I¡¯m suddenly at a loss for how to describe myplex rtionship with the Webling miscreant bearing my spawn. ¡°¡®Maid,¡¯¡± she supplies. ¡°Spindle is tickled by the moniker. After all, ~Everybody ought to have a maid! A working girl, a lurking girl, to putter around the house! Efficient and reliable, obedient and pliable, a charm who brings you luck! Someone you can bend over and~¡± ¡°That¡¯s enough,¡± I cut off her upbeat singing before the Webling says a naughty word in front of the kids. ¡°This is Cottontail, my¡­¡± Shit, why have I been so damnx making things official? It feels so weird calling her my girlfriend at this point. She¡¯s carrying my child, and I can¡¯t deny I love her! But glossing over things feels wrong too. My hand clenches around Gabby¡¯s ring on my finger. I get down on one knee in front of the bunny girl and take her hand in mine. ¡°Cottontail, I don¡¯t have a ring for you, but will you be my wife?¡± She flushes bright red. ¡°W-W-W-W-Wi¡­???¡± Then she faints into my arms. I think that¡¯s a yes. Honestly, I need to arrange a ceremony at some point to satisfy my human sensibilities. ¡°Meet Cottontail, my Fianc¨¦.¡± The Fuzzy Folk all apud with overwhelming exuberance. I guess they¡¯re excited that I¡¯m basically legitimizing Cottontail¡¯s authority by recognizing her as an official spouse. Kani blinks in surprise, then embarrassment. ¡°I didn¡¯t realize she was of higher status than myself. I apologize again for my indiscretion, Lady Alex.¡± ¡°No problem, I¡¯m sure Cottontail was having fun.¡± Considering she¡¯s technically a third-tier monster, I suspect Kani wouldn¡¯t have stood a chance if the Showbunny had gotten serious. ¡°This is my wife, Gale, and her wife, Megan.¡± The Denki Nezumi girl pats Cottontail¡¯s hand reassuringly before awakening the Showbunny with a kiss. ¡°Congrattions, big sis.¡± They bring new meaning to the term, ¡®sister wives.¡¯ This is going to take forever if I don¡¯t hurry up a little. ¡°Olindia is one of my girlfriends; she¡¯s part of my entourage but it looks like she¡¯s not in the mood toe out.¡± ¡°Oh, right, the beach bimbo. She¡¯s still inside you?¡± Kani asks. I feel a churning in my gut like Olindia is about to start trouble. ¡°Olindia isn¡¯t a bimbo. Don¡¯t be rude. She¡¯s been a huge help and even saved my life several times.¡± That sets the Pink Slime at contented ease inside me. ¡°Another blunder,¡± Kani says, apparently scolding herself. ¡°I will attempt to be more congenial. Politeness is a new skill I¡¯m attempting to learn.¡± I am curious about that. ¡°This is my boyfriend, Jonny, and his girlfriend, Brenda.¡± The two of them wave hello, and Bonny scampers over to leap into his arms. ¡°I¡¯m his first harem girl!¡± the bigear mouse says. Continuing on, ¡°Then we have a few new harem members who are new to everyone. This is Sue, Megan¡¯s first personal retainer.¡± The fact Megan evolved is obvious, but I¡¯m sure it¡¯ll cause more of a stir once this business is settled. ¡°She has my, Gale, and Megan¡¯s respect.¡± I can almost literally see my words elevating her status in the eyes of the onlooking rodent kin and Harpies. Aello basically made Gale royalty to the Harpy n after our informal marriage (no proposal or ceremony, we just decided we were married yesterday), allowing her to extend her n¡¯s protection to anyone she favors. I expect the Harpies will treat Sue with that level of deference from now on. The same will go for Megan and her personal entourage as soon as the Fuzzy Folk fully recognize the fact she¡¯s their second new third-tier in generations. ¡°And this is Drosera, my good acquaintance. He¡¯s been very helpful today and followed me when it would¡¯ve been easier to walk away. For that, he has my appreciation, my protection, and an invitation to tonight¡¯s org¡ªI mean, ¡®Feast.¡¯¡± Nice save in front of the kids. ¡°However, should he disobey my ¡®Veganism¡¯ edict, and you can prove it, I will withdraw that protection.¡± The Sundew Treefolk pales at my pronouncement but makes no protest. Spindle slowly, ever so slowly, turns her head to focus the inhuman, predatory re of eight purple eyes luminescent with Dark Magic on him. Drosera squirms as he senses the bottomless malicious intent hidden behind the peaceful fa?ade of her fake smile. ¡°That same rule applies to the ¡®guests¡¯ I brought home with me.¡± I turn to the prisoners I rescued from Chatan Forest and point at the bunny girl, then the mouse boy, who freeze at my gesture. ¡°Cottontail, do you know them?¡± The two rodent kin in question rush forward at a sprint to kneel and bow before the Showbunny. They can recognize power and influence when they see it. The two of them beg and plead in two ovepping, desperate, discordant voices that prevent me from understanding anything they say. ¡°Yes,¡± Cottontail says, ¡°They used to bully me.¡± Megan cracks her knuckles. The two Fuzzy Folks¡¯ expressions crumble into despair. Then the Showbunny lowers Megan¡¯s fist with a calm hand. ¡°It¡¯s fine. I didn¡¯t even get hurt.¡± She musters her resolve and raises her voice in a disy of leadership that makes me so proud, ¡°The New Warren wees you both home.¡± And Cottontail saying so makes it true. The two of them sigh with relief and try to slink away from public scrutiny before they garner any more attention. Except they¡¯re stopped by Chris the fluffy angora bunny girl. She puts a hand on their shoulders and says, ¡°Anybody who messes with these two messes with me! Cottontail said they¡¯re ¡®Wee,¡¯ so don¡¯t go thinking you can get away with bullying them now just because of what they did to her in the past.¡± The Showbunny blinks in pleasant surprise at her gesture. ¡°T-thank you, Chrissy. I didn¡¯t think of that.¡± ¡°No problem, as your #2, I¡¯ve got your back whenever¡­¡± Chrissy notices Megan¡¯s sparking death-re. ¡°#3! I meant to say, as your #3, I¡¯ve always got your back, boss!¡± I snort at her power-hungry antics. Cottontail doesn¡¯t seem to care and worrying about such things is kind of beneath where my attention should be. I¡¯m sure my sweet Showbunny can handle the situation. ¡°Gabby?¡± I raise the question, and my Goblin wife reads my mind without another word. She scans the faces of the Orc, two female Hobs, and the Goblin girl one more time before dismissing them from her mind entirely. ¡°I have no interest in them. They¡¯re yours.¡± Okay, then. I point at the male Dire Wolf and Doggin boy next. ¡°Do either of you im to know Suka?¡± Both nod their heads enthusiastically. Yeah, they would say that. I suppose it doesn¡¯t matter until Suka gets home to vouch for them. Not that I¡¯d trust any of these monsters that haven¡¯t proven themselves. My gazends on the pregnant Pitcher woman who lost her monstrous base. To my great surprise, Jonny is holding her free hand in his. You sure about that, buddy? I know he¡¯s seen what they¡¯re capable of. She looks taken aback, but clearly appreciative of his goodwill gesture. Also, didn¡¯t she have only one flower in her hair earlier? Now there are three¡­ ¡°Please include these two in your decision,¡± Spindle says, shifting my focus as a handful of mice pull a pair of Dire Wolves, a male and a female, into the pavilion by nooses around their necks. The Canines have haggard expressions like they¡¯ve seen some wild shit today. Strangely, they seem terrified of Cottontail of all people, who is embarrassed for some reason. Huh. ¡°This is what¡¯s left of a group that attempted to invade the New Warren while you were gone, Vermillion,¡± the Webling supplies when I raise a questioning brow. All the prisoners look nervous as if I¡¯m about to decide their fate. Which, I am. It¡¯s a delicate bnce. I want to be merciful but releasing them to join the armies of my enemies is right out. There¡¯s also an element simr to the Murder Horvae where I feel responsible for anyone they hurt after I could¡¯ve dealt with them. At the same time, I grew up around Goblinoids and Canines, so I don¡¯t have the racial biases that might have an ancient human kill them out of hand. To me, they¡¯re basically innocent folks aside from their carnivorous habits. I want to give them a chance. By sheer coincidence, Aello and her entourage arrive, swooping into the pavilion beforending and settling in as they realize I¡¯m about to speak. They must be here for dinner. I did promise them food aplenty, after all. ¡°Hear me. My name is Alex. I defeated Aello the Harpy Matron to gain control over the Harpy Mountain n, I¡¯m marrying Cottontail, the Mistress of the New Warren, and my wife Gabby owns thisnd by adverse possession. By my authority, this is now Field Town. As the person in charge around here, I guess that makes me the Lady Mayoress.¡± Murmuring runs rampant through the crowd at my announcement, and I can already hear my totally original and uniquely clever town name being truncated to Fieldton. Thatsted all of five seconds. I raise my top pair of arms, calling for silence before continuing, ¡°As my first act, I hereby pardon all our prisoners.¡± Said prisoners heave a collective deep sigh of relief. ¡°However, we won¡¯t be letting them go free. Consider them our permanent guests with all appropriate guest rights fully instated. They will feast with us and work alongside us but sleep in their own private quarters unless invited to spend the night elsewhere. Any among them who vites either of our two core principles¡ªMonster-Veganism and the banning of rape¡ªwill have their guest privileges revoked.¡± Spindle¡¯s head turns toward the former prisoners with excruciating slowness, her eyes glinting with unholy light, her gaze full of lust for corruption and destruction, a thin veneer of a smile stered onto that rictus mask. Said former prisoners have no illusion of what will happen to them should their guest privileges be revoked. None of them seem eager to be dragged to hell by a nascent spider demon. ¡°Oh, I missed an introduction, earlier. This is Brenda¡¯s dad, Dous. He¡¯s cool.¡± Every monster eye in the pavilion (except for Brenda and the Mandragoras) snaps to the salt-and-pepper bachelor with lustful hunger. ¡°Actually, Gabby, can he have the Hut? It¡¯s a little cramped for us at this point, so I was nning to sleep out here in the pavilion anyway.¡± I want to give him a private room to retreat to where nobody can bother him when he¡¯s done screwing sexy monsters to his heart¡¯s content. My Goblin wife shrugs assent. ¡°Sure, but you owe me a new researchb.¡± ¡°Fair enough.¡± I don¡¯t want to gloss over my next point, so I go ahead and say, ¡°Let¡¯s make sure everyone is on the same page, real quick. It¡¯s fine for predators and prey to intermingle here¡ªI even expect it. Anybody can walk up to anyone they want to¡­¡± my eyes dart toward the children and back, ¡°¡­¡®Spend the night with¡¯ and ask for consent. Their intended has the right to refuse, though, or change their minds if things don¡¯t go how they expect. Ignore that refusal at your own risk because my ears, my harem¡¯s ears, and especially my Maid¡¯s ears are always open to conductints." 121. Field Town, Part 3: Kani’s News (R-18) 121. Field Town, Part 3: Kani¡¯s News (R-18) ¡°I won¡¯t beat around the bush for the following topic. I kidnapped a bunch of children from Chatan Forest today.¡± The mingled group of human and Mandragora children look at me with fearful and angry gazes. ¡°I need someone to ensure they¡¯re properly cared for, educated, and protected. This is an important job.¡± ¡°Yes, it¡¯s my job!¡± Heather the Flower Dryad says. I don¡¯t necessarily want to take this away from her. She¡¯s terrible, but I spared her life for two reasons. One, the kids know her. Two, she seems to honestly want to protect the kids. Without the Elder Tree around, she¡¯s probably harmless. The question is whether she¡¯ll actively work against me. ¡°Then kneel.¡± Mother Heather res at me with defiance in her eyes as she refuses to bend the knee. Hmph. I summon my crab armor, conjuring me magic to my left and a Dark Magic light show (the only thing I can reliably do with Dark Magic is not blow myself up, but it is visually impressive) to my right. My audience seems suitably cowed by my power disy,plimented by my monstrous appearance, but not the rosy Flower Dryad. The kids leap to Heather¡¯s defense, saying things like, ¡®Don¡¯t hurt flower mommy,¡¯ ¡®Leave us alone,¡¯ and ¡®Don¡¯t take our daddy away.¡¯ The Flower Dryad refuses to submit until Dous puts a hand on her arm and says, ¡°Give it up. Don¡¯t throw everything away for that twisted old tree.¡± Her shoulders slump, and she falls to her knees. ¡°Don¡¯t hurt anyone,¡± I tell her. ¡°All my rules apply to you as well. And don¡¯t try to escape.¡± Heather nods, frustrated, but barelypliant. The children settle down. ¡°Lady Mayoress,¡± Dous says, ¡°I¡¯d like to stay part of the kids¡¯ lives if that¡¯s alright.¡± Even after being raped for decades¡­ his offspring continuously defiled into Hybrid monsters¡­ depending on how long the Elder has been doing this, Dous may have even reced his father in that role. And yet he still really cares about them¡ªeven the Mandragoras that aren¡¯t his. ¡°That¡¯s fine, of course. Your help is appreciated,¡± I say, internally wanting to give him a fucking medal of honor. ¡°Excuse me, Lady Mayoress, but maybe I could help with the children?¡± I turn to see who said that, and it¡¯s Lois, Cottontail and Megan¡¯s mom, the previous firstdy of the Warren. She certainly would have experience raising kids at her age. ¡°I¡¯m an old hand with this too,¡± Gretta the former Harpy Mountain ¡®town bicycle¡¯ says. It seems like Aello brought all the Harpy prisoners with them to dinner. ¡°Maybe we split them up by gender for part of the day so they¡¯re easier to deal with?¡± That might be a good idea, especially to make sure this MILF doesn¡¯t poach any of the young bucks turning eighteen for herself. ¡°That¡¯s great!¡± I say, ¡°The four of you can make camp on the far side of the Hut.¡± All the better to be out of earshot of tonight¡¯s orgy. ¡°Hey, um, weird question, but are any of you Mandragoras at least eighteen years old?¡± If we¡¯re going to try anything to help Gabby evolve, I want it to at least be with someone who can consent as an adult. The children all form up around the tallest boy in defensive positions. Such good kids. ¡°Everyone, it¡¯s alright. Stay with Mother Heather.¡± A beansprout of a boy says as he steps forward. I mean that almost literally; he¡¯s tall and skinny with the palest shade of green I¡¯ve seen on a Mandragora and a shock of darker green hair. ¡°Excellent. Brave young man, would you pleasee over here? We need your help for a project,¡± I say. He stops the children from protesting and approaches me. ¡°How about you take over the kids¡¯ portion of food tonight to show them you¡¯re fine,ter? Sound good?¡± ¡°Y-yes, ma¡¯am.¡± His prominent Adam¡¯s apple bobs in his throat as he punctuates his reply with a nervous gulp. ¡°Okay, you volunteers can take turns watching the kids and helping us make dinner over here until we¡¯re through for the night.¡± ¡°¡°Yes, Lady Mayoress,¡±¡± Dous, Lois, and Gretta say together. Then the four adults, including Mother Heather, lead the children away. Interestingly, Doug and Gretta hug and start chatting arm in arm like they have decades to catch up on. I guess I do remember Gretta saying she was born in Chatan Forest. ¡°Are they gone?¡± Nicole, the cantaloupe-breasted Fruit Nymph with an eggnt cock and apricot testicles hidden beneath her grass skirt and top says like she¡¯s holding her breath. I give it another five-count after thest little head rounds a corner. Five¡­ four¡­ three¡­ two¡­ one. ¡°Yep, this is an eighteen-plus crowd again.¡± All three Fruit Nymphs¡¯ cocks burst free of their grass skirt containments to full erection as they exhale in unison. ¡°Oh, thank God Beast, I thought I was going to nut if I had to keep it squeezed between my legs any longer,¡± Serra, the grape-pigtailed Fruit Nymph with a papaya dong says. I raise a hand to protect beansprout boy¡¯s impressionable eyes, but he stands on his tiptoes to look over the edge of my palm to get a better look. Oh, well. He¡¯s eighteen, after all. ¡°Yeah, that was rough,¡± Marcy (Brenda¡¯s sister), the Fruit Nymph with a banana cock and voluptuous strawberry breasts says as she peels herself and starts stroking her sweet fleshy length. Lots of monster eyesnd on those big, swinging, exotic fruits. ¡°I wanna fuck someone¡¯s butt so fucking bad!!!¡± I block beansprout¡¯s ears this time, but he just pulls them away. Alright, that ship has officially sailed. Wee to Team Pervert, kid. ¡°Wait, time, hold on, I¡¯ve got another item to discuss before we get to that.¡± ¡°Aww!¡± Nicole whines. She looks the most mature of the three but seems to be the least so in personality. ¡°I can do it!¡± Serra says, pumping herself up for another few minutes of abstinence. ¡°I can do it!¡± ¡°Not me, I need to reset,¡± Marcy announces as she starts masturbating furiously, squirting a thick stream of banana juice onto the floor in under ten seconds. ¡°Ahhh, that¡¯s the stuff.¡± ¡°No fair! No fair!¡± Serrains. ¡°Ahem!¡± I shout to retake the floor. All eyes on me again. ¡°Anyway, I need a volunteer to take care of the Bee Girlrvae. Someone responsible, gentle, loving, and motherly for when they hatch.¡± I wait for a few seconds in silence before someone raises their voice. ¡°Spindle will do it.¡± Blinking in shock, I stare at the demonic Wicked Weaver who was scaring the former prisoners straight not minutes before. She¡¯s the opposite of all the characteristics I listed! ¡°Vermillion, Spindle gets the feeling you were thinking something dreadfully uncharitable just now.¡± ¡°It¡¯s just that you¡¯re, well¡­ evil?¡± The Webling gives me a nk look I can¡¯t begin to interpret. She doesn¡¯t even deny it! ¡°Spindle is a fellow bug-type monster. She understands their physiological needs better than anyone here. Order her to nurture them to the best of her ability,¡± Spindle says in a t voice. ¡°¡­Spindle, I order you to nurture the Sweet Bees to the best of your ability.¡± ¡°Wonderful!¡± the Wicked Weaver exims, sping her hands together in joy. She instantly begins bustling about, snagging each Bee Girlrvae into the air with a sticky-tipped thread while weaving spells with all four pairs of hands as glowing purple fabric materializes in the air before her. ¡°Spindle can regte their optimal temperature to within a tenth of a degree to elerate their incubation period for the maximum efficiency.¡± Soon each pupa is snuggly tucked into a sock-like carrying case and each sock is woven into what looks like a spider egg sac. ¡°Um, can you do anything about this one?¡± I ask, doffing my armor to point at the Bee Girlrva that glued herself to my chest. If the Webling can¡¯t do it, relying on Gabby¡¯s Herbalist evolution to devise an adhesive remover is myst option. Spindle eyes it for less than half a moment before she has a length of garrote wire in hand. ¡°Hold still, Vermillion. This requires concentration.¡± The thin delike edge of the magical garrote wire is perfect for cutting the pupa away from me as close to flesh as possible. That, along with my Ogre Tough Lizardman Scales allows Spindle to give me a razor-fine shave without drawing blood or puncturing the vulnerable pupa¡¯s outer membrane. Because the length of the wire is flexible, she¡¯s able to cut along the curved edges of my breasts without faltering. When she¡¯s finished, I can¡¯t even feel any tackiness from glue residue remaining on my scales. That¡¯s how close the wire came to my body! She adds thatst pupa to the rest and hoists the ten Bee Girlrvae to the upper corner of the pavilion ceiling where she secures the packaging with more webbing just like a real spider. Spindle does everything responsibly with a mother¡¯s gentle loving care, not leaving anything to chance while giving thervae every opportunity to seed. Therein lies Spindle¡¯s internal contradiction. She¡¯s an absolute demonic terror, but nearly everyone who met her before or since her transformation has nothing but positive things to say about the so-called Wicked Webling. I¡¯m just d she¡¯s on our side. ¡°With that settled, we can finally get onto the main issue,¡± I say, ¡°Feeding everyone.¡± Most of my audience has already guessed my solution given the fact the guest stars are quite literally made of edible fruit, but I exin things anyway. ¡°I rescued some Fruit Nymphs from Chatan Forest today. They are former humans, and currently of sound mind, but it seems impossible to return them to their previous lives. These nymphomaniacs get extremely horny to the point they can¡¯t think straight until after they climax. Simrly to Flower Dryads, apparently, they can produce fruit for consumption after receiving male seed. Their special ability is being able to create unique fruits that taste like anything, even raw meat.¡± Lots of salivating from the Harpy, Goblinoid, and Canine corners. ¡°In other words, they need cum to make fruit, but they love to fuck and be fucked. So, you can fuck and then eat, and eat and then fuck. But, please, proceed in a calm, orderly manner. No fighting over fruit or Nymphs. No pushing or shoving, and no kinky stuff without enthusiastic consent; you get the idea. That said, everybody needs to do their part to make sure there¡¯s enough food for the kids too, so don¡¯t hold back!¡± ¡°Finally, I¡¯m horny out of my mind!¡± Nicole shouts. ¡°COME AND GET IT!¡± Serra screams while wagging her papaya cock like a dinner bell. Marcy and Nicole get into it too, shaking their hips and twerking their asses at the starving, lusty crowd. The orgy bes extremely chaotic very quickly. Spindle, Gabby, and Drosera have to apply crowd control spells to keep things from immediately going out of control despite all my warnings. But it¡¯s from excitement, not malice, and the injuries are minor, so punishments are light. I see the Hob girls simultaneously suckling Serra¡¯s pomegranate breasts, the Orc screwing Nicole¡¯s mouth with his porcine spiral cock, a mouse boy stopping the male Dire Wolf from knotting Marcy¡¯s ass by taking the load in his mouth instead, Serra mounting a Goblin girl doggystyle with her big papaya, Red the Harpy boy and a bunny girl drinking from Nicole¡¯s cantaloupe tits, a mouse boy riding Marcy crouched on her shoulders with his dick between her lips, the Doggin boy plowing Serra¡¯s pussy, Nicole pping a Harpy¡¯s cheeks with her fat eggnt dong, and a Dire Wolf girl sharing Marcy¡¯s strawberry milk with a mouse girl. After a few minutes of the free-for-all, we manage to organize a somewhat reasonable queue. Each Fruit Nymph can service five at a time, depending on preference: one fucking them from behind to deposit seed into their ass or pussy, one taking the Fruit Nymph¡¯s cock in their ass, pussy, or mouth, one on each of the Fruit Nymph¡¯s breasts, and one for the Fruit Nymph to fete for another dose of seed. Their cum and milk seemto be nigh-inexhaustible as long as they continue receiving sexual fluids. That¡¯s fifteen a session, which is pretty good considering the size of our crowd. Then a few minutes'' break while the Fruit Nymphs chat up each other or theirtest partners during their post-nut rity refractory periods. During that time, Nicole, Serra, and Marcy use their Nymph magic to produce a crop of exotic fruits from the earthen ground¡ªusually happy to take requests with no limit but the petitioner¡¯s imagination. Blood oranges, kidney beans, cum-cumbers, liver mangoes (Gabby¡¯s favorite), rocky mountain oyster cherries, eyeball grapes, cerebral melons, tongue tamarinds, sweetbreadfruit, heart apples, cumquats, fatty pears, butt-crack peaches, and other delicacies I don¡¯t dare touch all make an appearance. All the carnivores have a great time trading their creations and socializing as they pick their favorites. The Fuzzy Folk all pick boring, normal fruits they insist are the tastiest they¡¯ve ever tried. Ho-hum. ¡°Finally, I can hear what you have to say, Kani. Sorry it took so long.¡± I offer her a blood orange aspensation. She¡¯s not dexterous enough to peel it with her crab ws, so I do the work for her, feeding my Cancer girlfriend the individual segments one at a time while seated on her shell. She cutely eats from my hand, reminding me why I fancied her so much when I met her back in the grotto. I wrap one arm around her back, use another to appreciate the sudsy slickness of her tummy, and another to fondle her sporty breasts while using my fourth hand to hold the orange segments. I want to show my lover some appreciation, but I¡¯m dreading whatever looming doom she¡¯s about toy on me. There¡¯s no way she came all the way over drynd while braving the hot sun to bring me good news! She swallows a mouthful of fruit, and a trickle of bloody juice runs down the corner of her mouth. I bite my lip at the sexy sight. Then she pouts at me. ¡°I had good news, but you went and spoiled some of it with your speech back there, Lady Mayoress.¡± Interesting; sometimes, I love being wrong. ¡°Please, Kani? I didn¡¯t mean to undercut anything, honest. I was only trying to get some things out of the way before hearing the important thing you wanted to tell me.¡± ¡°Very well.¡± Kani straightens, assuming a noble bearing as she rys her news, ¡°Ahem, I¡¯m here on behalf of Lady Arie to tell you she¡¯s sessfully conquered the Mermaid Cove.¡± I blink in surprise. That is unexpected! I hadn¡¯t even heard about a so-called Mermaid Cove. My Hometown knows jack-shit about the ocean, though. But way to go, Arie! Girlboss the crap out of that thing! ¡°Arie evolved into a Triton Seafolk after our meeting, correct?¡± Gabby says. ¡°That¡¯s a Superior-rank Mer monster, so I can see her taking over the local poption.¡± ¡°Wow, congrats. I assume you helped?¡± I ask Kani. The crab girl nods. ¡°I protected my Lady from foul y as she ritualistically dueled every Mer in the Cove for the past three days and nights to assert her dominance.¡± Sheesh, she started the night after I left? That girl works hard. ¡°She sent me as soon as she was officially named Lady of the Cove.¡± ¡°Okay, how does what I said mess that up?¡± Kani harrumphs at me as if I¡¯ve forgotten something. ¡°Even though Lady Arie is your first wife, she acquiesced to you living with Miss Gabby, your second wife, because your human biology wasn¡¯t suited to living at sea. The arrangement was that Miss Gabby would protect you between visits. Since that day, Arie has been working tirelessly to make a ce for you toe live with us. ¡°The Cove has a human poption, along with all the monster prey the Mer can catch. Even though she now has a harem of humans, monsters, and Seafolk at her beck and call, she never forgot you, Alex. She sent me to fetch you the moment it was safe. She even invited Gabby to join us as a sister wife since the Gobliness bears your spawn.¡± Oh. ¡°Yeah, that¡¯s obviously not happening now. I can¡¯t simply walk away from everything I¡¯ve built.¡± ¡°I know,¡± Kani says with a sigh. ¡°She misses you.¡± ¡°I miss her too, Kani. Both of you. I¡¯ve been meaning to visit, but it never felt like the right time with other things going on.¡± I offer an olive branch. ¡°Arie and I are married, though. We should totally meet up and join our holdings together like how Cottontail¡¯s New Warren became part of Field Town.¡± ¡°Fieldton,¡± Gabby corrects, despite my having named the damn thing. If this ce eventually bes the City of Fieldton, I¡¯m going to scream. Kani nods. ¡°All¡¯s well that ends well, I suppose. It¡¯s just a shame Lady Arie went to all this trouble so she could bring you to the Cove without having to worry about you being sacrificed, only to have it not matter.¡± Aaaand there it is. ¡°Say what?¡± The crab girl reads my confusion and rifies, ¡°Oh, well, Arie is the Lady of the Cove now, but the Kraken is the true ruler of the coast, of course. She doesn¡¯t meddle with our lives much, thankfully. All She requires is a single monthly sacrifice, which is totally reasonable as far as monster monarchs go. It¡¯s usually a rodent kin, or a Goblin captured after falling in the water, or a Harpy caught bathing that ends up being chosen but, once a year, the Kraken demands a human sacrifice be presented at the Underwater Ruin.¡± ¡°It¡¯s this month, isn¡¯t it?¡± ¡°Correct. When the full moon is at its zenith,¡± Kani adds. ¡°Four nights hence,¡± Gabby finishes. Damn, I can¡¯t let that happen. ¡°It looks like I¡¯ll be visiting the Cove before the end of the month, Kani. I¡¯ve got to beat the Kraken before it eats anyone else.¡± This time, it¡¯s Kani¡¯s turn to stare at me like I¡¯m nuts. ¡°She¡¯s a Kraken. A Kraken, Alex. What are you thinking?¡± ¡°Average rank third-tier,¡± Gabby tells me. A whole rank higher than the Elder Tree. ¡°Could be a tough fight even by then if you¡¯re going alone.¡± Yeah, the big factor at y there will be who can even make the journey to fight by my side. ¡°Kani, I get stronger every day with every monster I defeat. I¡¯m leading my forces against the Wolf Lord and Ogre General the day after tomorrow. Whether I face the Kraken before or after, it¡¯s a job that needs doing.¡± She eyes me up and down again. ¡°You sure look like a powerful monster. If I didn¡¯t know you were human, I wouldn¡¯t have doubted you. My apologies for the insult, Lady Alex.¡± I beam at her, making the crab girl blush umber, ¡°Thanks.¡± I gesture at the feast, ¡°Please, enjoy yourself. I¡¯d love for you to spend the night, or at least as long as you can before reporting back to Arie.¡± The crab girl takes me up on the offer and goes to find some more blood oranges. With that resolved, we can address something long overdue¡ªGetting my gal Gabby her next evolution. 122. Field Town, Part 4: Indulgence 122. Field Town, Part 4: Indulgence With that resolved, we can address something long overdue¡ªGetting my gal Gabby her next evolution. Iy a hand on beansprout boy¡¯s shoulder, ¡°How¡¯s it hanging, sport?¡± ¡°Wha?¡± ¡°Human lingo; never mind. Like what you see?¡± I motion at themotion of the monsters feasting and fucking with the Fruit Nymphs. Head nod. He¡¯s so distracted by the sight he won¡¯t make eye contact as he responds. ¡°But not ready to dive in?¡± That gets his attention. He nces at me and flushes. ¡°Um, no, I¡­ It¡¯s a lot.¡± I nod sympathetically. ¡°That¡¯s the deep end, kid. You want to start with something that¡¯ll get your feet wet where you won¡¯t drown if you slip.¡± ¡°I¡ªwhat?¡± He¡¯spletely lost the metaphor. I take him by the shoulders and point him at my Goblin wife, who doffs her robes to reveal two glorious, pendulous orbs of green feminine splendor. His eyes go wide as saucers. ¡°Gabby here is fully prepared to let you y with her assets to your heart¡¯s content. When you¡¯re ready, she¡¯ll even help you finish. You¡¯ve masturbated before, right? No? Wow, you¡¯re adorable! Well, she knows her way around a rod too, so she can help with that as well. All she wants is for you to let her have whateveres out, alright?¡± He nods absently, still transfixed by Gabby¡¯s naked form. Then I turn to her. ¡°No funny business, alright? Nothing kinky. He¡¯s eighteen but, you know.¡± I mouth the word, ¡®virgin¡¯ at her. She nods at me; I don¡¯t even see a Twisted rod between her legs at the moment. ¡°I understand, Alex. Even a greedy Goblin such as myself can be gentle with an ingenue for a few minutes.¡± The two of them step away from the chaos to extract some ethically sourced Mandragora nectar. As I keep an eye on the two of them, choosing not to indulge in the feast myself until the day is fully through, Flou2 shlorps over toward me in her bunny-eared Fuzzy Slime form. ¡°Alex, Suka just returned to the Lizardman Oasis!¡± ¡°I knew I forgot an introduction, earlier! Flou, where have you been?¡± ¡°Keeping an eye on the Away Team, but I heard everything, Lady Mayoress.¡± I blush. ¡°What I did was necessary. Monsters need a unifying element toe together peacefully. A human Mayor works for my hometown, so I figured I¡¯d do the same thing on this side of the Forest.¡± ¡°Not doubting you for a second, boss,¡± Flou2 says, then proceeds to tell me everything that happened on Suka¡¯s side up until she went off to challenge herself using the Cactus Turret. Sheesh. The Eastern Desert is no joke; there are essentially three third-tier monsters vying for control of that one area. ¡°Okay, put me through to them, please.¡± ¡°Go for it, over.¡± ¡°Suka, Dura, Lucinia, how are things?¡± I ask through the Flou-phone. ¡°We¡¯re back at the Hut¡ªwell, it¡¯s Field Town, now. Long story. Hey, are you a long way off?¡± Ideally, it¡¯d be great if Suka¡¯s team could join the Elder Tree raid. I hear some oddly sexual gruntinging from the other end of the line. What¡¯s going on over there? Then I hear Suka¡¯s voice. ¡°Hey, Alex! Guess what? I evolved into an awesome monster! Yeah, everyone is alive and well. I don¡¯t think we can make it back before dark, though. There¡¯s a big monster in the way that senses heavy footfalls. I lost my wolf form, so we¡¯ll have to tiptoe past it slowly since I can¡¯t carry everyone. But I¡¯m way faster by myself. Say the word, and I¡¯ll be there in a heartbeat. Are Megan and the others alright?¡± ¡°You lost what? Nevermind. Yes, no losses on our side. No, Flou said you picked up a few new friends, so make sure they all make it here safe. We have a fight to pick and can¡¯t wait for you; there¡¯s too much left to do today. We¡¯re already pushing the limit while expecting to get a decent night¡¯s sleep after the orgy.¡± ¡°Orgy?¡± a small, male voice pipes up, sounding intrigued but mostly skeptical. ¡°Orgy?¡± a husky, but small female voice asks with clear avid interest. ¡°Yeah, I expect it¡¯ll be a doozy. Who dat? They sound cute. Wait, I don¡¯t have time for this.¡± Gabby will want to go fight the Elder Tree as soon as she¡¯s done with beansprout boy. I need to wrap up my loose ends before I¡¯m shoved out the proverbial door. ¡°Introductionster. I have to get ready for a fight. Love you all, kisses, bye!¡± ¡°Over and out,¡± Flou2 ends the transmission. ¡°Thanks again, Flou,¡± I tell her. ¡°Today would¡¯ve been crazy stressful without you. Being able tomunicate between our groups is a game-changer. Did you say hello to Megan ore straight to me?¡± Her silence tells me everything. ¡°She watched you die at the Spring, Flou. I know she¡¯s worried about you even if she doesn¡¯t say anything. Don¡¯t be a stranger just because you¡¯re a Slime, now. Go see your family, and that¡¯s an order.¡± I need to evolve Flou into something with a humanoid body. It seems spending all her time as inanimate objects is rubbing off on her personality. ¡°¡­Will do, boss.¡± ¡°Before you go, and I hate to talk business after telling you to take a break, but how long will it take to rece Flou3?¡± ¡°At least a day.¡± Damn, I need all hands on deck if we¡¯re going to raid the Elder Tree. ¡°Take this.¡± I have Olindia fetch myst spare Subjugated Slime core from uterine storage and give it to Flou. Getting more of these is a big reason to visit the Misty Grove tomorrow. My Fuzzy Slimepanion consumes the nk core, absorbing it into her being before using it to duplicate herself into a Swarm Slime clone. Flou3 is back in action! ¡°Hey, boss, I¡¯mma head out,¡± Olindia says as she decants herself from my core. I give her a thumbs up and the Pink Jellyfish Slime goes to take her reward from all the cute boys at my party. Both Flou2 and Flou3 go to join the orgy feasting and reunite with Megan, Cottontail, and Lois twice as fast. Good. I¡¯d have sent her away if she tried to leave a Slime clone with me. ¡°Vermillion, a moment of your time?¡± Spindle says from startlingly close behind me. ¡°Will it be quick? Gabby will want to leave as soon as she¡¯s done with the Mandragora.¡± ¡°Miss Goblin appears to be having a little trouble, as a matter of fact. Sparing a few minutes shouldn¡¯t impact anything.¡± Looking over, I see beansprout boy is easily overwhelmed by every attempt Gabby makes to finish him quickly. But rather than being a quick shot, his member stubbornly refuses to reach a crescendo. Thankfully, he seems to be enjoying himself even if Gabby is a bit frustrated with the situation. She¡¯s a big girl, though, and I doubt she¡¯ll blow up on the kid. ¡°Then shoot.¡± The Wicked Webling¡¯s expression seems oddlyplicated. I sense a dozen conflicting emotions behind her cunning gaze. Reading her right now somehow feels like an impossible task. ¡°Would you say Spindle has been¡­ good?¡± ¡°Um, if this is because I said you were evil, earlier¡­¡± I wasn¡¯t being serious! I¡¯m not prepared to have an existential conversation about what makes a person good or evil¡ªtheir intentions, emotions, or strictly their actions and consequences. Such conversations are best had while drunk, and we didn¡¯t manage to capture a Booze Nymph today. ¡°No, no. ¡®Good,¡¯ as in, ¡®obedient,¡¯ ¡®trustworthy,¡¯ ¡®faithful,¡¯ ¡®reliable,¡¯ ¡®hardworking,¡¯ ¡®productive,¡¯ and ¡®conscientious.¡¯ Today, Spindle has been good, yes?¡± I nod. ¡°Absolutely. I¡¯ve never met a goodlier evil person.¡± Spindle has been extremely helpful since I met her in direct contrast with the nature of her Dark Magic evolution. ¡°Excellent.¡± The Webling shes me a winning smile, bearing a pair of fangs I well know hold both mind-blowing aphrodisiac venom and a deathly vampiric drain. ¡°Spindle is happy you feel that way, Vermillion. She aims to please. Since that¡¯s the case, perhaps she can beg from you an¡­ indulgence?¡± ¡°A what?¡± Where is she going with this? ¡°It¡¯s an ancient human concept from one of their extinct religions. Consider it a ¡®Permit¡¯ to do something bad as a reward for having done lots of good.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not letting you corrupt anyone.¡± Some things are off the table. ¡°Of course, of course, that wouldn¡¯t make sense at this juncture. Her request is much smaller. Spindle happened to overhear the Fuzzy Slime¡¯s report. You have a mess on your hands with this Goblin Sheikh. One could say cleaning up messes is the main responsibility of your Maid.¡± I finally get it after all her beating around the bush, though it doesn¡¯t make much sense to me. It¡¯s an odd choice, to say the least. ¡°Why pick a fight with the Sheikh?¡± ¡°Hearing of the Sheikh¡¯s magic sparked an instinctual interest in Spindle. Perhaps she can learn something given time to study it. Perhaps not. There are no certainties in life.¡± ¡°So, you want to join the next Opal retrieval team?¡± She slowly shakes her head in the negative, her lids lowered into predatory glinting slits. ¡°Send Spindle alone.¡± I blink in shock. ¡°How can you possibly hope to fight a third-tier single-handed? ording to what Suka found out, it sounds like he could even be a Leadership type. That¡¯s crazy. No, it¡¯s suicide.¡± ¡°Conquering more powerful monsters is one of her favorite hobbies. He will be as a fly in her web.¡± The Wicked Weaver opens her luminescent purple eyes glinting with malicious madness and raises them to me. A shiver runs down my spine. ¡°Give Spindle twenty-four hours with the freedom to act at her discretion. At the end of the allotted time, Vermillion will have her Opal and even the captured Kobolds returned unharmed and uncorrupted. That is the deal.¡± Hmm, it sure looks like a great deal. I know better than to doubt the Webling¡¯s ability to keep up her end of the bargain even if she doesn¡¯t want to exin how she¡¯ll make it happen. Spindle is just that scary. ¡°And the Sand Goblins?¡± I ask. She shrugs, ¡°You were going to kill them anyway. What does it matter?¡± The Wicked Weaver has a point. In what scenario were we going to defeat the Goblin Sheikh and rescue Opal while sparing his thralls? I may be a friendly, peaceable gal, but this isn¡¯t Pacifist Mode. ¡°Sleep on it,¡± she urges. ¡°You have until tomorrow morning to decide.¡± ¡°An ¡®Indulgence,¡¯ huh? Are you thinking that allowing yourself to run wild will blow off some steam? Make being ¡®good,¡¯ easier? Isn¡¯t there a chance that feeding that side of yourself will make the darkness stronger instead?¡± Spindle titters like tinkling ss as her fangs glitter in the fading light. ¡°Oh, but Vermillion, that¡¯s the fun of it! Which could it be? We¡¯ll find out soon enough, won¡¯t we?¡± I shudder to find her seemingly enthralled with either oue. Whether it¡¯s denial or release, an edging fetishist is always having fun. ¡°Is that why you wanted the job of protecting the Sweet Beervae?¡± I ask, curious. ¡°Please don¡¯t tell me you¡¯re getting off on this. I don¡¯t want them inheriting your weird kinks, um, no offense.¡± The spider girlughs away any insult I may have given. ¡°Worry not, Vermillion. You carefully instructed Spindle to ¡®nurture¡¯ the apoidrvae. Otherwise, with a simpleminded direction to merely ¡®protect¡¯ their mortal shells, she may have exploited a loophole to pervert their spirits during her stint as a caretaker.¡± ¡°That choice of words was your idea, though¡­¡± ¡°So it was.¡± The Webling tilts her head slightly and looks at me, her expression suddenly soft and vulnerable. ¡°Spindle may have decided to torture herself.¡± ¡°T-torture?!?¡± The thought of my lovelydy spider in pain is anathema to me. The urge to destroy the source of her difort swells in my chest like a geyser on the verge of eruption. ¡°Be at ease. As she said before, she witnessed the shattering of her mind within the prison of her body during her transformation. Most victims of corruption would either be seduced to madness by their potent new iniquitous instincts or have their souls be prisoners trapped within the iron cage of their master¡¯s malevolent ordinances. Spindle is uniquely blessed to know you, Vermillion. ¡°That connection gave her the opportunity to subtly twist what she became. The old Spindle that would hate her current self is long since eroded, but this Wicked Spindle inherited the original¡¯s perverse delight in thwarting her destructive impulses. To torture herself yields the most exquisite satisfaction. Like putting one¡¯s hand into a me¡ªbut fun.¡± ¡°Will caring for the Bee Girls be that painful?¡± I half-consider ordering Spindle to give the job to someone else to protect her from herself. She shes me a fanged grin. ¡°Vermillion, do you have any idea what abominable horrors she could create with those ten wless gems? That¡¯s how Corruption works, after all. The more pure, innocent, and wonderful, the more extreme and powerful the dark metamorphosis. A Corrupted Moleman, for example, would be ackluster individual barely worth the effort. But with a cleansed Bee Girlrvae full of limitless potential as the y to work with¡­ Using your Pacification Milk was a stroke of genius, by the way. Murder Hos breed true; you did the impossible by converting the Grubbin.¡± I don¡¯t have the heart to tell her it was a total ident. ¡°To discover the milk¡¯s hidden purification aspect¡ªthere must be a burgeoning connection to Light Magic within you. Containing the capacity for both Light and Darkness¡­ what is the true nature of an Echidna? ¡°At any rate, Spindle¡¯s wicked instincts scream, cry, barter, and beg for the chance to Corrupt her precious wards. It¡¯s like putting a cool drink of water before a man dying of thirst or a bunny shaking their sumptuous ass in a starving Dire Wolf¡¯s face. That is the torture of which Spindle speaks. To raise these apoid children to be good little girls, to birth and hatch the Kobold egg growing in her belly, these things will be pure agony to her Wicked sensibilities. ¡°And that is why Spindle wants them so badly. It will be the sweetest vengeance against the corruption inside her. Every moment her joyful torment. The ultimate denial of her nature. It will be¡­ beautiful.¡± Spindle¡¯s blue skin glistens with perspiration from the intensity of her tirade, defiant eyes gleaming with contained insanity. There¡¯s something hauntingly lovely about the scene. I can¡¯t help my gaze lingering on the gorgeous Webling. I picture her spending years in the underground subsisting on rats so she could y ¡®catch and release¡¯ with her fragile Kobold lovers who in turn enjoyed their time with her. ¡°You must have been an amazingly good person, before, if you¡¯re this wonderful after being corrupted. I¡¯m sorry I hardly got the chance to know you who you were.¡± ¡°Vermillion, you and her both know all Spindle was or ever will be is an irredeemable pervert.¡± 122.5 Bonus Chapter! Beansprout (R-18) 122.5 Bonus Chapter! Beansprout (R-18) Spoiler Hot Gay Sex, Anilingus [copse] ¡°Alex,¡± Gabby whisper-shouts, grabbing my attention as she taps on my thigh. Looking over her head, I see beansprout boy sitting nearby with a somewhat disappointed expression. ¡°What happened?¡± I ask, finding this oue difficult to believe. The Goblin girl is exasperated. ¡°Nothing worked! Boob-job, handjob, oral, even foot-job! Nothing! He never waned below half-mast the whole time, seemingly pleased all the while, but nothing makes him cum!¡± Nodding along, I see her issue. Newbies are rife with performance issues even when they want to have fun, but we¡¯re under some tight constraints here. I put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, though I know Gabby¡¯s irond self-confidence won¡¯t be shaken even by this kind of situation, and say, ¡°Don¡¯t worry. I know just the person to give us a hand.¡± I send for the legendary virgin-yer. ¡°That the kid?¡± Gretta asks a few minutester while pointing at the beansprout boy waiting by his lonesome drawing circles on the ground. ¡°Yep.¡± I¡¯m d she¡¯s taking second shift after Lois babysitting the girls and coulde right away. I watch her stride over to the virginal eighteen-year-old Mandragora boy, hips swaying to get his attention. She¡¯s the real deal: a forty-eight-year-old woman kidnapped by Harpies in her teens and ¡®forced¡¯ toy eggs for decades. In all that time, she¡¯s deflowered scores of Harpy boysing of age as part of their sexual education. She¡¯s got big MILF energy; a brte bombshell with tits for days and hips to match. No man alive could resist popping a boner if she came onto them. ¡°Are you sure this will work?¡± Gabby asks me, rightfully skeptical after her failure. My Goblin wife is no slouch in appearance or performance. Honestly, I¡¯m scratching my head as to why she couldn¡¯t make beansprout boy cum upwards of five times while I chatted with Flou and Spindle. ¡°Positive. If anyone can do it, it¡¯s the legendary virgin-yer.¡± ¡°Alex, I¡¯m 100% certain no one calls her that.¡± I study Gretta¡¯s technique. First, she says hello. Establishing repartee, very nice. We¡¯re a tad too far away to hear what they¡¯re saying, but we can read bodynguage. Beansprout boy rxes, and she sits next to him. Interesting move, is she going for the handjob, boobs, or¡­? ¡°They¡¯re just talking,¡± Gabby observes. ¡°It must be an advanced technique,¡± I say. We wait another few minutes as the two of them continue to chat without anything sexual happening. ¡°Very advanced.¡± Gretta gets up to leave and beansprout boy rises with her, shaking her arm in gratitude as he thanks her profusely. Gabby throws her hands at the situation and gives me a dirty look. I have confidence in Gretta, though, and don¡¯t crumble even as the MILF returns to us in seeming defeat. ¡°That young man is gay.¡± My jaw drops. My Goblin wife raises a skeptical eyebrow. ¡°He didn¡¯t seem gay when he was fondling these while waving around an erection,¡± she says while grasping her bounteous breasts. ¡°Why didn¡¯t he say anything?¡± I wonder. ¡°He doesn¡¯t know,¡± Gretta responds with a shrug. ¡°Not everyone is born knowing what they want. Some get more excited by the idea of sex than because of attraction to their partner. Some young people need to experiment before they discover what really gets them going. It took me a while to see the appeal of greybeards, but that Dous is a real catch.¡± Looks like Brenda might be getting a new mother-inw¡­ ¡°But you knew right away?¡± I ask, referring to beansprout boy. She nods. ¡°He¡¯s gay or asexual, but I¡¯d bet anything he¡¯ll perk up at the first sight of cock. This isn¡¯t the first time I¡¯ve had to help a gay boy reach epiphany instead of orgasm. The trick is to not let your ego get in the way and actually listen to him.¡± Gabby bristles at that, but I squeeze her hand reassuringly. If my Goblin wife struggles with anything, it¡¯s ego. ¡°It sounds like I¡¯m needed,¡± Drosera says as he breezes past us, apparently having overheard everything. The mboyant Sundew Trap sashays over to beansprout boy, pushes the virgin down onto a purple pillow, and stands astride the young man¡¯s waist, arms akimbo. The eighteen-year-old Mandragora takes one look at Drosera¡¯s hypersexual proportions¡ªsmooth tummy, t chest, luscious ass, five-inch cock, and ripe dangling testicles¡ªand pops a rock-hard boner. Drosera sits on the beansprout boy¡¯s erection, popping the kid¡¯s cherry in a single fluid motion. ¡°Ahn!¡± the Sundew Trap moans in erotic rapture, and beansprout boy lunges up to grab Drosera around the middle, desperately humping up into that plush rump like an animal in heat. It¡¯s over in an instant, the Mandragora going rigid as he cums inside Drosera like a faucet. Beansprout boy falls back onto the pillow gasping, but the Sundew Trap isn¡¯t done. The boy¡¯s cock must not have gone limp, because Drosera immediately starts riding it back to life, back arching and hips rolling with hands nted to either side of the young man¡¯s head. It takes another few minutes of hot gay sex, Mandragora fingers clutching the plump Sundew Trap¡¯s butt like a life-preserver, to milk another fat load from the no-longer-virgin¡¯s balls. I give Gretta a fist bump, congratting her on a perfect call worthy of the legendary virgin-yer. Extracting himself from the contented beansprout boy with a refreshed sigh, Drosera triumphantly returns to us with a self-satisfied swaying gait. Then he turns to us in profile and ps his ass. ¡°Alright, I¡¯m willing to share my sess in exchange for one of your magic rods.¡± ¡°For tonight?¡± the Goblin girl asks. ¡°To keep.¡± Drosera shakes his hips. ¡°This ass is a needy little bitch. Even with all these gorgeous cocks around, I worry about waking up in the wee hours of the morning with a dire craving for dick. Having an insurance dildo around means I won¡¯t have to go without something to stuff my buns ever again.¡± I didn¡¯t consider it until now, but dildoes are a seriousmodity in the monster world. Ancient humans made the best ones, non-porous phalluses made of longsting materials, but most of those have been lost over the millennia. Thankfully, my hometown has a stockpile and craftspeople to make more. Gabby could make a killing selling her rods, at the risk of being woken up at all hours by remote sex with horny monsters. After careful deliberation, Gabby uses nt Growth on the grafting point at her crotch to grow a new rod she then detaches for Drosera¡¯s personal use. ¡°Great. Have at it, then,¡± the Sundew Trap says as he bends over to present his creamed hole. Gabby is at the perfect height to eat him out while standing and rushes to retrieve her precious evolutionary catalyst. Her greedy tongue goes to work on his rosebud while he grips his thighs with a put-upon expression. ¡°At least give me a rusty trombone or something.¡± Gabby obligingly reaches around to stroke Drosera¡¯s member. ¡°What¡¯s a trombone?¡± Gretta asks me out of idle curiosity. ¡°I always pictured it as a kind of flower.¡± That¡¯s right, she¡¯s not from my hometown and doesn¡¯t know ancient human culture, just the coined terms that got passed down throughnguage over the centuries. I start exining instruments and orchestras to her while Gabby finishes felching Mandragora nectar. In a few minutes, Gabby approaches me as she licks her lips contemtively. ¡°Did it work?¡± Her appearance hasn¡¯t changed, but that doesn¡¯t necessarily mean nothing happened. She grabs my dick. ¡°I think so. Let¡¯s make sure.¡± It¡¯s a quick blowjob, but it gets the job done. *Goblin Herbalist blowjob ¨C One Goblinoid Mark!* *Marks Consolidated* *Married the Goblin Herbalist Apprentice ¨C Three Goblinoid Marks!* 123. Preparations for the Elder Tree Battle 123. Preparations for the Elder Tree Battle *Goblin Herbalist blowjob ¨C One Goblinoid Mark!* *Marks Consolidated* *Married the Goblin Herbalist Apprentice ¨C Three Goblinoid Marks!* *Goblinoid Marks ¨C Two* Goblin Ears Goblinoid Ears (Apprentice, Hob, Orc) Goblin Gut Goblinoid Gut (Apprentice, Hob, Orc) Goblin Nails Hobgoblin Nails Goblin Stature Hobgoblin Stature Orc Stature Orc Strength Ogre Stature Ogre Strength Ogre Toughness Goblin Cock Goblinoid Cock (Hob, Orc, Ogre) Goblin Apprentice Fast Learner Goblin Apprentice Quick Study Goblin Apprentice Summon Spectacles Summon Club (Hobgoblin, Orc, Ogre) Herbalist Herbal Medicine Herbalist Herbal Amplification *Hob/Orc/Ogre Cock is avable without requirement through Paternal Malleability!* ¡°I have Herbal Medicine and Herbal Amplification avable,¡± I tell her. Gabby nods to herself and gives her analysis. ¡°Herbal Medicine is my innate knowledge of ingredients, preparation methods, and application dosages. It will allow me to prepare various salves, powders, extracts, and potions. Herbal Amplification is a magical ability that increases the effectiveness of my creations.¡± In other words, a normal healing salve has antibacterial properties, but a Goblin Herbalist¡¯s salve would magically elerate a body¡¯s natural regenerative processes. ¡°So, nothing effective in the short-term?¡± It¡¯ll take hours, if not days, for Gabby to gather all the herbs she needs and prepare them ordingly. ¡°No,¡± she acknowledges, ¡°But we may be able to exploit these abilities by the day after tomorrow.¡± When I raise my eyebrow with interest, she goes on to say, ¡°My nt Growth spell is limited by what I¡¯ve seen a Treefolk grow. A cooperative Flower Dryad could expand my repertoire.¡± Hmm, Mother Heather isn¡¯t what I¡¯d call, ¡®cooperative,¡¯ but perhaps we can strike a deal. ¡°Or I could take Herbal Medicine and Flower Dryad nt Growth.¡± ¡°Those are from separate ability trees,¡± Gabby counters. ¡°It may be effective with practice, but I doubt you¡¯ll be able to bridge the gap instantly even knowing what I¡¯m asking you to grow.¡± Ahh, I see. If she asks for ¡®mellow hornwort¡¯ or whatever, I can picture the nt with Herbal Medicine¡¯s knowledge, and Flower Dryad nt Growth would give me the capability to grow it, but not necessarily the magical pattern of leyline maniption to produce said nt. Trust a Flower Dryad to have that instinctual knowledge. Although, I could copy the spell to grow the nt in question if I saw a Dryad do it with Quick Study equipped. But Gabby can say the same thing. ¡°We need Mother Heather¡¯s help.¡± After the way we butted heads today, I doubt that¡¯s happening any time soon. ¡°Anyway, all that¡¯s left is to assemble a team to go fight the Elder. And you¡¯re sure you want to do this?¡± Even though it¡¯s starting to get dark, Gabby levels a re at me that says in no uncertain terms there will be rioting if I don¡¯t give it my best shot. At least this is just a heist. I don¡¯t think we can kill the Elder without Suka and Dura. I loudly p my hands. ¡°Alright, quick orgy-pause. We¡¯re headed out to fight the Elderberry Tree and need some volunteers.¡± Most of the orgy-goers resume what they were doing, but my harem and a few others gather around to help us n. ¡°I¡¯ming,¡± Brenda says. ¡°I want revenge for what that bastard did to my family.¡± ¡°Where she goes, I go,¡± Jonny adds. I suck my teeth and squint, ¡°I hate to say this, because I¡¯m all for letting youe on missions where you might be helpful, but this is like a boss battle in an Arr Pee Gee.¡± ¡°A what?¡± Gabby asks. ¡°¡®Arr Pee Gee,¡¯¡± I exin, ¡°Is a term from ancient humanity. The phrase¡¯s origins are lost to the annuls of history, but descriptions of examples were passed down through oral tradition that were eventually transcribed into books that remain in my hometown¡¯s library to this day.¡± ¡°Interesting,¡± the Gobliness mumbles. ¡°Anyway, Jonny, you¡¯re a vulnerability in a fight against a third-tier. Please, stay home for this one. You cane with us on a mission tomorrow, I promise.¡± He doesn¡¯t like it, but Brenda agrees with me. She isn¡¯t confident she can protect him from attacks with a full tier differential yet. ¡°As a third-tier, I shoulde,¡± Megan announces. Surprisingly, Gabby objects this time, ¡°You¡¯re our best war asset at the moment, true, but you¡¯re at your weakest right now. Your body isn¡¯t fully transitioned, and you don¡¯t have a source of Electric Magic. We can¡¯t afford to lose you if anything were to happen.¡± Damn, that¡¯s a decent case against hering. Everything Megan does in the battle will drain her battery for tomorrow. ¡°But you need me, look,¡± the Denki Nezumi concentrates, and her fur glows brighter and brighter. Even her nipples start to shine like Ell Eee Dee¡¯s. It wouldn¡¯t be impressive during the day but, as the sun sets, I see how vital this ability will be. ¡°It doesn¡¯t take much energy for me to glow. Nothing beats a surprise attack with a sh-bang!¡± I get the ¡®sh¡¯ is her showing nipples, but what¡¯s the ¡®bang?¡¯ It¡¯ll be dark by the time we get there. Yup, ¡°You¡¯re in,¡± I say. ¡°If Megan ising, I¡¯ming too!¡± Gale says, pping her Rainbird wings and sending a sprinkle of droplets everywhere. ¡°I-I¡¯m not much of a fightewr, but I can be useful,¡± Sue steps up as well, not wanting to be left behind by her Mistress and lover. ¡°No objections,¡± Gabby says. They don¡¯t look like much, and they¡¯re not big damage dealers, but I can think of a few ways for them to help. ¡°I¡¯m a third-tier t-too,¡± Cottontail volunteers, stepping forward, but two pairs of hands hold her back. ¡°Which is why you have to stay,¡± Bonny says. ¡°The New Warren isn¡¯t stable enough yet,¡± Chris adds. ¡°There are way too many predators going wild at this party for the only other Prey third-tier to leave. To be honest, we don¡¯t feel safe without you here.¡± Cottontail takes the news fairly well, though she looks disappointed she can¡¯te along this time. One of Flou, either 1 or 3, shlorps forward. ¡°I¡¯m sending one of my bodies with you, of course.¡± ¡°Even though you just got back to full strength?¡± I ask. ¡°What¡¯s the point if I don¡¯t use it?¡± Gabby and I both nod. Then Olindia takes her ce between Brenda and Flou. ¡°Slime solidarity.¡± I wasn¡¯t going to ask her toe because she¡¯s been a big help today, but it warms my heart to see the formerlyzy Slime girl being proactive. ¡°Drosera?¡± He shakes his head. ¡°You can make mee, but I doubt I¡¯ll be useful. My magic is pitifulpared to the Elder¡¯s and my attacks are weak against him and the other Treefolk. I¡¯ll be just as much a liability as Jonny, no offense darling.¡± ¡°None taken.¡± Hmm, type-advantage orck thereof is nothing to scoff at. We¡¯ve already evacuated the hostages we could find and there shouldn¡¯t be any prisoners to take home. I think he¡¯s right. ¡°Aello?¡± ¡°Do I look like an Owl Harpy?¡± the Matron says before her eyes register my humorless expression. ¡°Um, w-what I mean is, you can force me to choose betweening or being executed, but I¡¯ll probably end up dead either way. Whether its crashing into a tree in the dark or sitting still and letting myrge form soak up damage, there¡¯s not much I can do in a fight after sunset besides die.¡± Right, Gale is rtively small and nimblepared to her mother. Aello¡¯s Air Magic won¡¯t be an effective defense against third-tier Earth or nt Magic if the Elder is the evolved form of a Twisted Apple Treefolk. Then there¡¯s the risk of hitting something in the dark. Sure, Megan can light up a clearing, but a proper Harpy Matron flyby would soar low above the forest canopy at night at hundreds of miles an hour. She¡¯s not just being cowardly; this is a suicide mission for her. ¡°If you¡¯re staying, you can supervise the feast. That frees Spindle to join us,¡± I say. ¡°As you wish, Vermillion.¡± The spider girl bows dramatically, ¡°A maid obeys.¡± Next, I turn to our unexpected guest, ¡°Kani, I¡¯d appreciate an assist.¡± The crab girl looks from me to our team and back, mentally measuring her chances. ¡°If you¡¯re going to fight the Kraken, I¡¯d like to see what you¡¯re made of.¡± Nice! Having her along will be like riding an ancient human tank. ¡°Slime solidarity team¡ªpartners?¡± I ask. Flou gravitates to Megan, forming a cute fur bikini on the tiny, sexy woman. ¡°Let¡¯s team up again. You need to be protected until your body catches up with your power.¡± Olindia approaches Sue. ¡°You can keep yourself out of trouble and need a way to deal damage. Mind if I rent a room?¡± ¡°Eh? Um, surwe? Eep!¡± Sue staggers as Olindia roughly forces herself up the frog girl¡¯sher tunnel. ¡°Ahn!¡± Webbed digits clutch at a distended belly that slowly detes as Olindia¡¯s excess mass dissipates. ¡°That was¡­ whew, something else.¡± Pink Jellyfish tentacles emerge from Sue¡¯s depths to create a cute leotard that contrasts nicely against the frog girl¡¯splexion. The Stone Ooze steps in front of Gabby. ¡°Neither of us are going anywhere once the battle starts. Let me protect you.¡± At the Goblin girl¡¯s assent, Brenda envelops Gabby. She reforms herself with the Apprentice Herbalist embedded in her front like a forward-facing baby carrier. ¡°Pff,¡± I stifle augh. I hear a few snickers around me before Gabby silences us with a deathly re. ¡°No,¡± Gabby says. Brenda immediately shrinks to form a statuesque second skin around the Goblin girl¡¯s body. ¡°Better.¡± ¡°What¡¯s our n?¡± Brenda asks. Gabby and I look at each other. ¡°It¡¯d be great if we could recreate the strategy we used against that Twisted Apple Treefolk,¡± I say, ¡°But I can¡¯t pass for a defenseless human anymore.¡± Jonny opens his mouth. ¡°No, the Elder is a pervert, but he¡¯s het. He won¡¯t see you as anything but a meal.¡± ¡°So, you need someone to y honeypot?¡± a familiar voice says. 124. Fighting the Elderly 124. Fighting the Elderly ¡°Oh, woe is me! I¡¯m lost and alone in the forest at night! How shall I ever return home if I cannot find the way out of these woods?!?¡± Gretta says, practically shouting as she stumbles along in the dark. The MILF volunteered herself as our honeypot once she heard she could get back at the Elder bastard who ruined her childhood. She said she was one of the kids of Dous¡¯s generation who escaped Chatan Forest thirty years ago. Like any human stranded on their own in this world, she was stolen from one monster camp to serve another rather than achieving anything¡ªmuch like Brenda¡¯s case before the girl¡¯s fateful encounter with me. ¡°How frightful! If only I had a friendly face to talk to!¡± This woman¡¯s acting¡­ is really incredible! Maybe I should be taking notes. ¡°Eh? Who¡¯s that? What what?¡± the Elderberry Tree rouses from his evening repose to see Gretta wandering towards him by the light of the rising gibbous moon. His court stirs as well, but the Chatan band of disguised monsters doesn¡¯t budge as their prey gets closer and closer. ¡°Hello? Whose voice is that? He sounds so strong and manly! Oh, there you are~¡± Grettaes into view of the Elder Tree¡¯s gnarled visage and glowering red eyes. *Gasp!* ¡°H-handsome!¡± ¡°Handsome? Where?¡± the Elder asks, looking around. ¡°Why, you, of course, good sir. I¡¯ve never seen such wise and intelligent gentlemanly features! Please, let me have a closer look at you.¡± Gretta approaches without triggering any of the defenders. The Elder¡¯s eyes drift from her heavy breasts to her hips and thighs. ¡°What nice gams you have, young miss.¡± The phallic stick sprouting from his knobby groin rises to attention. ¡°¡®Young miss?¡¯ Oh, tterer. My, my, what a big rod you have! It¡¯s practically made for skewering women to heaven~!¡± I wouldn¡¯t say that; I¡¯d say its length puts equines to shame and is only suited for sending men and women to a bloody hell, but Gretta sells the ndishment. She really needs to join my hometown¡¯s adult theater troop! She¡¯d blow them all away! ¡°I¡¯ve never met a human as¡­ eager as you,¡± the Elder Tree says with slight confusion, but the fantasy is ying to his ego, and he hasn¡¯t stopped to question reality yet. ¡°I can¡¯t imagine anyone not wanting a taste of this, mmm~¡± We warned Gretta against actually putting him in her mouth. Abination of his Twisted base nature and where that thing has been makes oral a big no-no, but she spits on his tip and begins polishing his wood with her hands. Twisted Apple Trees, Pitcher nts, Strangler Figs, and Busty Willows all break from concealment to slowly edge closer while Gretta is distracted. Soon, the Elder is at full mast. ¡°NOW!¡± The clearing goes from evening pitch to noonday bright as Megan amps her illumination to the max, her nipples shining like beacons as she shes the crowd. Unfortunately, none of my eyesight abilities are suited for quickly adjusting between dark and light. However, we have several advantages. Firstly, we knew this wasing. We all have our eyes covered to protect our night vision. When Megan gives the signal she¡¯s turned off the brights, we¡¯ll have a couple of minutes¡¯ sensory advantage while they¡¯re half-blind. However, I can¡¯t count on the Elder waiting for his eyes to adjust before iling about and hurting Gretta. We have to act immediately. Herees our second advantage: I focus on my Webling Burrower Tremor Sense to feel theyout of the battlefield. Gretta stepped back at my signal, giving me a clear shot. ¡°Air de!¡± This would be too dangerous with my eyes closed¡­ except I have Luck on my side. Unlike my other spells, except perhaps Healing magic, Luck is a finite resource. The good news is that, unlike Lucky Foot which activates automatically, I can call upon third-tier Showbunny Luck Magic at will the way Peter did. I do so now, subtly influencing the trajectory of my blind Air de. *Snick!* ¡°AHHH! My dick! My fucking dick!¡± Tremor Sense allows me to feel Suend from her long, amphibian leap onto the battlefield near Gretta. The frog girl is as sightless as me with her eyes closed, but Olindiashes out with her Jellyfish tentacles in all directions to grab the human woman by feel. ¡°Jump!¡± the Pink Slime says once Gretta is secured. All part of the n. Rescuing Gretta takes priority. However, in a stroke of good fortune (not rted to my magic), Olindia¡¯s tendrils grasp ahold of the Elder¡¯s severed cock as Sue makes another blind jump away from danger. The Elder Tree waves his huge arms as long as ancient human cranes. His hands sweep jagged ws through the air inrge, dangerous arcs. Sue¡¯s Froglin leap covers dozens of feet at a time, but she can¡¯t quite escape his reach in a single bound. Knowing the risk of leaving things be, I spend another allotment of Luck Magic to ensure the Elder¡¯s attack misses. Instead, his hand closes around his own severed rod trailing behind Sue, Gretta, and Olindia. Sharp wooden ws sever the Jellyfish tentaclegging half a second behind the girls as he retakes his prized appendage. At the same time, Kani in her giant crab form scuttles from cover into the clearing. Her eyestalks are fully retracted, sparing her from the bright light, and she tackles a Busty Willow aside as she carries me into the fray on her back. ¡°Go!¡± Megan says, signaling her blinders have dimmed. My eyes open to see a crowd of stumbling Treefolk and an angry Elder iling about with our goal in hand. ¡°Air de!¡± I aim at the narrow point of the Elder Tree¡¯s wrist. Mypanions spring into action at the same time. Kani drives me to center stage where I¡¯ll tank the majority of the Elder¡¯s rage. Gabby in her Stone Ooze Brenda suit stalks forward onto the battlefield, twin rods weaving nt Growth spells to entangle our enemies. Sue regroups beside Megan and Gale on the periphery where the three of them encircle Gretta¡ªOlindia¡¯s tentacles and Flou¡¯s blood des protecting their group. Even with a slight boost from second-tier Harpy Air Magic, my Air de fares poorly against the Elder¡¯s third-tier Bark Skin. The nick I score in the wood of his wrist shows I¡¯ll need a bunch more des (or maybe a saw) to sever that appendage. But the Elder isn¡¯t going to sit there and take my abuse. He raises his free hand in a gesture that stirs the surrounding leylines with nt Growth Magic. The grass grows tall and thick around us, grasping and holding Kani¡¯s crab legs stock-still. Simultaneously, he shakes his branches high above, raining a shower of Twisted Elderberries on our heads. The rotten fruit stters on impact, coating every surface and getting poisonous juices everywhere. Kani blocks the majority of the Elderberries using a crab w as an umbre to protect herself. I¡¯m standing on her back, though. Even holding my lips tight shut doesn¡¯t stop some from getting in my nose. Good thing I grabbed Goblin Gut before we left home! *Selected Goblin Gut!* The vor is nasty, to say the least (it tastes like rotten potpourri trying to cover up sour old person smell). I¡¯m d the worst that can happen to me from this is some inebriation and possibly hypnotism, but it should take more than a few drops to influence my improved constitution. Hopefully, this stuff is a lot like the Twisted Apples. One pair of my arms uses Water Magic courtesy of my Rainbird, Froglin, and Mermaid marksbined to wash the sticky fermented fruit juice off us. The flowrate of the stream I produce is admirable, but not exactly a weapon on par with my Air de. My second pair of arms summons my new weapon, the me Spear. The original Ember Spear scattered hot coals on impact. The upgraded me Spear is a wooden stake on fire; basically a throwable torch. Heat from the mes does burn me, though, and I¡¯d have third-degree burns if not for my crab armor, Ogre Toughness, and Lizardman Scales. As-is, I toss a me Spear into the branch showering us with rotten fruit. Predictably, the branch catches fire. ¡°FUUUCK!!! I¡¯m on fire!¡± the Elder screams and waves his arms futilely as the congration spreads across his body where elderberry juice sshed back onto him. The rooted Treefolk can¡¯t exactly stop, drop, and roll. We¡¯d be on fire too, as sparks are flying everywhere, if not for Water Magic diluting the mmable fermented juice. The downside of starting a fire is that everyone can see by the light of the leaping mes. Gabby takes advantage of the general confusion to grow vines from the ground thattch onto the Elder¡¯s wrist. She aims to bring it down and tear open his fist for the prize inside no matter what. Twisted Treefolk, Pitcher nts, Strangler Figs, and Busty Willows all attack me and my allies. Olindia throws hands with the wooden tentacles of a Strangler, a Busty Willow lumbers forward to menace Megan, and a Pitcher nt sends vines at Gale. Twisted Applese flying at me from all angles and I narrowly dodge them with Predator Sense. ¡°Elder, what the hell is going on?¡± a buzzing, droning voice calls from above. ¡°Intruders! Get them!¡± In a slight miscalction on my part, I didn¡¯t realize a nest of Murder Hos had made their home in the Elder¡¯s upper boughs or that all this noise and re would summon them. Dozens upon dozens of malicious wasp creatures bearing four venomous stinger-spears apiece swoop down upon us¡ªand directly into Spindle¡¯s. The Wicked Webling spent all this time weaving her webs above the battlefield in the branches of trees, the small corners, and the hidden reaches of the forest. The Elderberries flew straight through the gaps in the webbing, but man-sized monsters get tangled in the threads as Spindle releases whatever magical suppression technique she used to mask their presence. The entire clearing is covered with interwoven glowing purple threads. Kani swings her ws low to cut herself free from the entangling grasses, but she¡¯s stuck for a while longer. As the Elder looks like he¡¯s about to use another ability, I aim to stall him. A precise shot isn¡¯t really my thing, but my throw strikes true regardless with a portion of my Luck Magic. I¡¯m running low on that resource, but my me Spear hits the Elder in one beady red pupil. ¡°YOU BITCHES!!! FIRST MY COCK, AND NOW MY FUCKING EYE!?!¡± The Elder is royally pissed, but he¡¯s upied with plucking the me Spear from his face and covering his good eye in anticipation of my follow-up strike. Spindle springs from concealment to loop garrote after garrote over the Elder¡¯s hand, anchoring the threads around trees or rocks, to help Gabby bring that arm low. My Goblin wife repeatedly double-casts half a dozen nt Growth spells to grasp each of the Elder¡¯s fingers and begin pulling them apart. The shaft of the old tree¡¯s rod is now visible through the gaps in his fist. Megan runs circles around the Busty Willow using her Energizer ability; it seems like nothing can touch her while she¡¯s holding a charge. Flou the fur bikini has all three of her Multitasking focuses concentrating on this battlefield, rendering her other bodies temporarily dormant as she unleashes death by a thousand cuts from a blood crystal dagger gripped in a fleshy tentacle maw. The Busty Willow screams in frustration as she¡¯s slowly sheared apart while unable to hit anything with her wooden ws. A Strangler leaps for me while my back is turned, but Kani brings both her massive crab ws to bear on the pasta-like noodle monster. A few quick snips is all it takes to cut the tentacle beast to ramen. Olindia¡¯s Strangler opponent gets tied up by the Large Jellyfish Slime¡¯s longer, more flexible tentacles. A third Strangler goes for Gabby, but Brenda forms a Stone Ooze mouth-spout without breaking the Gobliness¡¯s concentration to spew acidic Green Slime that melts the threat. Gale ps her wings and riddles her Pitcher opponent with holes from her bullet-like Rain Pellets. The green female top half is torn apart in seconds, but the Pitcher body is hardier. All its stomach acid leaks out through numerous holes as it lumbers forward despite the pain. It tries to catch Gale with vines, but the Harpy girl can evade by firelight even around tree trunks and beneath the forest canopy while floating freely with Rainbird Aviation. Then the Pitcher base copses as Gale¡¯s never-ending barrage reduces it to soggy sd. More pitchers surround Kani and me, staying out of the crab girl¡¯s reach while pestering us with nt Growth spells, but the Twisted Apple trees are my focus. In a flurry of movement, I devote all four of my arms to flinging me Spears at every Twisted Apple Tree in the field. Each of my four mental focuses operates an individual arm, throwing spears hand over hand in rapid-fire mode. Some are dodged, some are blocked by Earth Magic, but my attacks are relentless, and soon all of the Twisted Trees have their canopies lit on fire. Their boozy apples boil and burst, showing their surroundings with mmable fluids. Gabby and Spindle finally drag the Elder¡¯s clenched hand to the ground in a tangle of vines and threads as we finally run out of time. The Elder is beyond anger, beyond mad. He¡¯s furious. With a roar, he pounds the ground with the fist of his free arm, creating a shockwave that rolls through the clearing in a powerful disy of real third-tier Earth Magic. The upheaval flips Kani onto her back, throwing me aside in a tumble. It knocks Gabby to the ground and causes Megan to stumble. Sue sits on her ass, though that doesn¡¯t release Olindia¡¯s hold on the Strangler, and Gretta thankfully falls without hurting herself. Peter¡¯s rock gauntlets seem like child¡¯s y byparison. I see what the Book means about a Patron being an ¡®inferior¡¯ ranked monster. A wooden fist the size of a wrecking ball falls on Kani. She screams as her shell cracks and her legs go wild, but she can¡¯t right herself. Her ws scrape the ground in desperation as the Elder''s slyvan mallet rises to finish the job. I make the call. ¡°We have one wounded, time to retreat!¡± As I previously stated, our limited number of heals means sticking around would result in a pyrrhic victory at best. If things have gone so far out of control one of us is wounded, that means our opponent is likely to get more hits in. Hits that we won¡¯t be able to heal until tomorrow, which then restricts our ability to make aggressive moves, which results in fewer gains before the start of the war. I made sure everyone understood the strategy beforeing on this mission. Which is why I¡¯m blown away when Gabby ignores me to continue prying open the Elder¡¯s trapped fist. Of course, that¡¯s the moment when the Murder Hos break through Spindle¡¯s web. They trigger Spindle¡¯s tripwires next, causing one, two, then three of their number to be caught ins slung by simple counterweights, but there are too many of them. Once in range, they begin flinging their venom darts at everyone while preparing the ovipositorunchers in their abdomens to poop their Grubbin spawn all across the battlefield. It''s Gale who rises to the asion. Immune to the upheaval attack while in the air, our Rainbird spreads her wings andys down suppressing fire on the Murder Hos with her Rain Pellets. Her small projectiles shred insectoid wings like paper. Even if she can¡¯t kill them quickly, nheless they drop like flies before her, leaving the insects crawling on the ground. The wounded Busty Willow lunges for Megan, but Flou defends the prone Denki Nezumi with a toothy maw that mps down on its outstretched wooden hand. The enemy nt monster shrieks and recoils while trying to shake off Flou, giving Megan an extra second to regain her footing and resume her dance of evasion. ming Twisted Apple Treefolk trundle toward Gretta and Sue. Olindia and the Strangler are still entangled, so the Froglin takes Gretta in her arms and leaps to safety¡ªdragging the evil Fig Treefolk along the ground after them. As the Elder¡¯s fist crashes down in a coup de gras, I spend all my remaining Luck to prevent him from crushing Kani. Fortunately, as he inhales to taunt us, some ash from the burning boughs gets in his nose. ¡°AH-CHOO!¡± The falling hammer blow goes wide, smashing a crater in the ground next to my crab girl lover. I hop to my feet and hustle over to Kani, using every one of my mental focuses to activate Pink Slime Restoration and direct it to heal her and protect the burgeoning life within her womb. The cracks in her shell reverse course and vanish, though blue crustaceous blood stains her pale underside. Next, I use my Ogre Strength to flip her upright. This time, the Elder tries to tear his trapped fist loose, but it¡¯s practically bolted to the ground at this point. Spindle has anchor threads tied to almost every tree in the clearing and Gabby has dozens of vines rooted in the soil. The earth buckles when the Elder yanks his arm, though he doesn¡¯t manage to pull free. He gives up on that course after a few seconds of failed effort. Instead, the Elder throws his whole body back, redwood-tall trunk swaying precariously. The angle looks for certain like he¡¯s about to fall, but the Elder¡¯s roots are deep. So deep, straining himself like this drags his far-ranging roots to the surface. The clearing erupts with wooden tendrils as big around as my waist. A hundred questing sylvan tentacles waving about throws the battlefield into chaos. They grab at Murder Hos and mypanions alike, crushing anything they can get ahold of. So much for that supposed alliance, as almost half the insectoid force gets killed in this way. Our Pitcher nt-folk enemies as well must back away or risk courting death with the Elder in such a lethal mood. Megan is forced to flee the field lest she stumble and lose her life. Spindle isn¡¯t one to let herself be captured either and has to retreat. Even Gale needs to ascend above the Elder¡¯s reach to protect herself. Roots grasp Gabby and Brenda, but the Stone Ooze protects the Gobliness inside from harm, counterattacking with acidic Green Slime. I watch as Kani defends herself well, using her crab ws to snip through the roots like turnips on the cutting block. My hands are upied with sending Air des into the thickest thickets of roots surrounding us. Fuck, let''s get out of here! ¡°Gabby, we need to leave!¡± My Goblin wife is too busy opening the Elder¡¯s hand to listen. It''s his finger strength versus scores of vines tied around them. She adds Brenda¡¯s stone strength to the mix, trying to pry apart his clenched fist and reach the Elder Rod inside. Resting in the center of his enormous palm, it¡¯s a few inches too far for her short arms. Everyone else is preupied with staying alive but her fingers can almost brush its surface. Predator Sense screams in my mind as the Elder¡¯s free hand swings for me like a wrecking ball. I try to pull myself aside with my Pitcher Vines, but his roots grab my ankles to prevent my escape. Lifting all four hands, I nt my feet and grab his fist with Ogre Strength as it ms into me. I¡¯m pushed backward by his momentum, snapping the roots grasping my legs and tearing through the soil to leave a ditch in my wake. My Cancer Armor is worn through, Lizardman Scales and Ogre Toughness all that prevent my toes from being rubbed away by friction like grinding wasabi on sharkskin. Ouchie. The punch¡¯s follow-through leaves me dazed and dizzy from the rough treatment. A good portion of the mitigated pain permeated my defenses, leaving me frazzled. I can¡¯t recover in time to avoid a root that pulls my feet out from under me. I bonk my head as I fall supine on the dirt. More roots restrain my arms and legs. ¡°Need a little help here!¡± I say while trying to clear my mind to do magic. ¡°Almost got it!¡± Gabby''s voice calls. She¡¯s talking about the damn rod, isn¡¯t she? The Elder¡¯s fistes crashing down¡ªbut Kani scuttles over to cover me with he body. Her crustaceous shell cracks for a second time beneath that wooden wrecking ball. Blue blood falls on me like rain, but Kani refuses to move while I¡¯m unable to run. The Elder¡¯s fist rises again¡­ I don¡¯t think Kani can take another hit like that. I¡¯m all out of Luck and Healing. ¡°Stop bullying my wife!¡± ¡°No, I¡¯m not letting you take my other eye!¡± the Elder Tree shouts. I think Gale is showering him with Rain Pellets in an attempt to steal his sight once and for all. With one hand tied down by vines and spider thread, he needs the other to protect his face. That buys us a few seconds. Pink light suffuses Kani as the cracks in her shell are healed again. The only person left who could do that is¡­ ¡°Gabby!¡± Small stone hands rip and tear the roots restraining me. A healed Kani snips through the remaining roots before grabbing me and the Gobliness and throwing us on her back as she scuttles out of the clearing at top speed. Good thing Gabby was able to copy Healing Magic as well, if only the one shot a day for now. A luminescent yellow blur like a beacon in the night quickly approaches us. It¡¯s Megan wearing her Flou bikini, though her shine dims by the second. She looks exhausted. Sue finds us next, Gretta in her arms, the frog girl in a pink leotard homing in on us using the Denki Nezumi¡¯s glowing fur as a guide. Spindle swings in on a thread of silk before we get too far away. Gale descends through the canopy on top of us, no doubt navigating by light as well. Thankfully, she¡¯s unharmed despite tangling with the Elder Tree. I¡¯m seriously impressed with her. Everyone survived. I can rx a bit. ¡°Is he still on fire?¡± I ask, hopeful that arson could yet win the day. ¡°Nope,¡± Gale replies without reservation. ¡°He was smothering the fire with dirt when I left.¡± Smart, countering fire with Earth Magic once we weren¡¯t there to distract him. The Twisted Apple Treefolk weren¡¯t so smart or didn¡¯t have enough Earth Magic power to smother the mes on their bodies. I won¡¯t be seeing any more of them in these woods. Brenda releases Gabby from their containment suitbined form. My eyes scan the morose Goblin girl from head to toe ande up empty. ¡°Where¡¯s the¡­?¡± ¡°I couldn¡¯t reach it in time.¡± She finally chose me over that rod, I think but don¡¯t say. That would be a little too hurtful. ¡°Sorry we couldn¡¯t keep him busy any longer,¡± I start, but she interrupts me. ¡°Alex, I¡­¡± Then I notice Gabby is crying. Gabby hasn¡¯t cried since that first night we spent together. She sniffles and removes her spectacles, rubbing her eyes. ¡°I¡¯m a damn, stupid fool!¡± ¡°Honey,¡± I say, unable to hold onto my anger a moment longer with my curvy little Goblin wife ugly-crying before me. I take her in my arms and hold her close to show I love her no matter what. She shudders with a sob before continuing, ¡°I got so focused on getting stronger, so greedy for third-tier power, I forgot the reason I wanted it was to protect you! My wife. We were supposed to bepeting to see who could protect the other¡ªand I would¡¯ve let the Elder crush my precious human. I¡¯m no Gobbo, I¡¯m worthless.¡± ¡°I could¡¯ve survived that hit and you knew it,¡± I say, trying tofort her. ¡°Not to downy that save, Kani! You¡¯re an absolute tank.¡± ¡°Gabby is right to be shamed,¡± Kani says with distaste. ¡°Leaving a human, even you, Lady Alex, to take such a blow is unbing of a monster-spouse. The only reason I¡¯m allowing this Goblin to ride me is because she healed my wounds. For that, Gabby, you have my gratitude. If I¡¯m in a good mood when I return to the sea, I may forget to mention this incident to Lady Arie.¡± Hint, hint, Gabby, Kani still wants to fuck you! ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter that you could take the hit,¡± Gabby says as the worst of her tears subside. ¡°Alex, you made the call to retreat. I didn¡¯t listen. The chain ofmand exists for a reason; we can¡¯t function effectively without it.¡± I tend to agree, though this sucks. We all knew this was a difficult mission. Even though Gabby tunnel-visioned onpleting it for only a few seconds past my call, those were vital seconds to initiate a safe extraction. We could¡¯ve easily taken serious casualties. On the other hand, I know why she did it. ¡°Gabby, you¡¯re ambitious. You want to be stronger to protect us, and you love to study monster evolution. It must¡¯ve been almost impossible to walk away from that opportunity. Just remember, even though it was difficult, you were able to let go of the rod for my sake and Kani¡¯s. You found the inner strength to make the right decision. Don¡¯t worry, even if Megan, Cottontail, and Suka evolve into amazing monsters, you won¡¯t be left behind. I promise. That said, if you feel like you need to be punished, I¡¯m sure Spindle can think of something.¡± The Wicked Weaver grins devilishly. Gabby nods with some reluctance when she notices the Webling¡¯s eager response. ¡°I can¡¯t ever make this mistake again. Please help make sure I learn this lesson.¡± ¡°It will be her immense pleasure,¡± Spindle says. Gale releases a heavy exhale. ¡°That was scary. Gale doesn¡¯t like it when her wives fight, but at least everyone is sorry and forgiven. Let¡¯s go home and have fun!¡± ¡°I¡¯d feel better if Gabby got that rod,¡± Megan says. Me too, but it is what it is. ¡°I apologize again for wasting our time and resources on a fool¡¯s errand,¡± the Goblin girl says. ¡°I convinced Alex to let me drag everyone into this mess.¡± ¡°No,¡± I counter, ¡°It¡¯ste, sure, and we knew it¡¯d be a long shot, but it was a decent gamble. Moderate risk, high reward.¡± ¡°But I didn¡¯t fold when I should¡¯ve.¡± Nice Poker metaphor. ¡°If anything, it would¡¯ve been a graceful exit if we¡¯d kept a cool head. By the standard of reducing our enemy¡¯s forces, the raid was a sess.¡± Gabby chuckles, finally ditching the sour attitude, ¡°You can stop trying to cheer me up. I¡¯ll be okay.¡± 125. Eastern Desert, Part 8 (Suka, R-18) 125. Eastern Desert, Part 8 (Suka, R-18) The ground shakes as cracks in the earth appear for a hundred meters in all directions. Sand sinks into the gaps and thorny green tendrils thick as trees sprout from the depths. Cactus Treefolk cling to the nts as they rise while spraying the ground with streams of water to create mud. I must¡¯ve really kicked the ho¡¯s nest! Thendscape goes wild with the Cactus Turret''s minions as if desperate to prove I''m still not a threat despite my evolution. Yeah, well, I got what I came for so I''ve got nothing to prove! So, there! Okay, time to leave. I race away with my prizes in tow, leaping gaps, double-jumping when I lose my footing, hopping over patches of mud, and ducking streams of water. The Needle Mouse under my arm tries to stab me with a thorn that came out of nowhere but I tighten my grip on his neck until he lets it go. Good boy! The water and mud are more of a threat to me than the earthquake or the arsenal of needles I''m continuously dodging. The Turret must realize this or notices how I take special care to avoid the water jets because I feel something change in the air. It''s humidity. Heavy mist rises from the Cactus Turret as the ground trembles again. This time, great geysers of water shoot high into the air from the minaret spires. I know what''sing next and beat a retreat double time. Jumping and mestepping in a tight chain allows me to reach heretofore unheard-of speeds. Then a wave of rain chases me away like a physical wall of water on my tail. I have to cross several dunes before I''m out of both archery and waterspout range. "Woooooo!!! That was awesome!" "If you''re going to kill me, all I ask is you make it quick," the Needle Mouse says. "No worries, I''m not gonna eat you. Although, I would like to put my mouth on your..." Wait. What would Alex say in this situation? Something about consent? If I molest this little guy now it''s technically rape, right? She''d punish me for sure, and the whole reason I grabbed him was to bring him home alive. He''ll definitely tattle. "No worries? No worries??? I''ve been kidnapped by a wolf but I''m supposed to rx? You''re going to breed me to use my kids as livestock, aren''t you?!?" Wow, dark. "No, no, no. No bree¡ªwell, there may be sex involved but nothing like that. Not for making ¡®livestock,¡¯ I swear. Alex is making me go vegan." "V-ve-what?" Argh. This isn''t something Alex has to deal with because of her human pheromones making every monster she meets horny instead of hungry or scared. "Look, you''re a prisoner of war, little buddy. I won''t let anyone hurt you. So, either go with the flow, or you can be miserable the whole time. Since I can''t force you to rx, I''m not going to worry about it." With that, I speed off into the sunset. We''ve got to get home soon! When I reach the Lizardmen camp, activity is quieting down for the end of the day. Everyone is sharing Isabe''s prickly pears and belching mes. It¡¯s a beautiful sight. Still, the Lizardfolk eye my prize hungrily. The mouse boy, not the Turret needle¡ªthat¡¯s my trophy; he¡¯s my bonus prize. ¡°Huntress Suka, you¡¯ve returned!¡± Steeltooth says, metal prick buried in Dura¡¯s sex doggystyle. I see the Ogress is getting her fill of the Lizardman before we have to part ways. Moka is sitting with Lucinia this time, the two of them watching the festivities from a safe distance. ¡°Moron! You had me worried sick!¡± Isabe rushes over to me and gasps with her hands over her mouth as she looks me up and down. Her eyes go wide. ¡°Suka¡­ You¡¯re¡­¡± ¡°¡­What?¡± Seriously, what? Is something wrong with the way I look? Flou1 shlorps over as a bunny-eared Fuzzy Slime and makes a show of wobbling to look me over as well. ¡°That¡¯s a ''wowza.'' Suka, you¡¯re going to drive Alex wild tonight!¡± ¡°I mean, yeah, but,¡± I nce down at myself again. My bust size disappointingly didn¡¯t increase. ¡°You really think so?¡± ¡°While I don¡¯t know this Alex person,¡± Isabe says, her gaze lingering on the very tits I feel inadequate about, especiallypared to her, Lucinia, Dura, or Alex. And especially Gabby. Olindia too when she¡¯s in humanoid form. Fuck. But my cactus girl isn¡¯t put off by my slim, athletic figure. Instead, she looks at me as if I were thest tall ss of water in the desert. ¡°I sure like what I see.¡± Then her eyes find the mouse boy under my arm. ¡°Ooh, and you brought me a snack! Mmm, I¡¯ll finish this little morsel in one gulp¡­¡± I boop her on the head with the knuckles of my other hand carrying my needle trophy. ¡°He¡¯s not for eating either.¡± She pouts as I rebuff her attempt, but the cactus girl quickly returns to admiring my new form. Isabe approaches me and tentatively runs her fingers through my hair¡ªhead mes? ¡°It¡¯s not burning me!¡± Oh, shit, she¡¯s right. I didn¡¯t even notice I wasn¡¯t burning the mouse boy. Focusing my mind, I realize there¡¯s something like an internal knob on these mes I can dial to adjust the heat. Except, it¡¯s more than that. I instinctually know my mes won¡¯t harm people I like. ¡°Oh, you¡¯re getting warmer, but it¡¯s not too much.¡± ¡°What can I say? You make me all hot and bothered,¡± I tease the beautiful cactus girl. She continues petting my head and my tail starts wagging involuntarily. ¡°It¡¯s like hair but impossibly smooth and silky. I¡¯d be jealous¡­ if my flowers weren¡¯t prettier!¡± I peck her on the lips, our breasts squishing together through the thinyer of her leafy top in the most satisfying way, and say, ¡°You make the most amazing flowers I¡¯ve ever seen.¡± My words justify themselves as thepliment makes Isabe bloom in a cascade of desert roses. Blushing fiercely, the cactus girl makes a bold move, leaning in to whisper in my ear, ¡°If you keep saying embarrassing things like that, you¡¯ll probably getid tonight. You deserve a reward for keeping your promise.¡± Her nectar-sweet voice and the fragrant aroma of her blooming body wafting into my nostrils along with those enticing words stirs a powerful desire in my loins. Heat rises within me. I burn to show her my affection. ¡°S-S-Suka! Oh, my goodness, I didn¡¯t know you wanted me t-that badly! M-moron, don¡¯t whip it out now!¡± At first, I¡¯m not sure what Isabe is talking about. Then I feel myself poking her thigh and step back to see¡ªa cock! Not a flesh phallus like Alex has, but a burning me-dick growing from my crotch. It sprang up among my fiery pubic hair from the root of my clit. ¡°Is it real?¡± Moka asks from inches away, her head at mouth level with my erect cock, and she¡¯s not acting shy. ¡°Can you feel this?¡± Her finger reaches up to poke at me. The zing hardon twitches and pulses beneath her touch, sending res of intense sensation through me as its surface yields to pressure with supple grace. ¡°F-f-fuck yes, I can!¡± I say, belly trembling with the need to test out my new appendage. The chocte bunny girl grabs my tender shaft in one hand and gives me a wank, her palm too small to reach all the way around with her fingers, making me feel big and powerful. She smiles as sultry and scorching as a cup of ck gold. ¡°I¡¯m ready to be sacrificed to the wolf¡¯s hunger. For the good of my people, of course.¡± ¡°Are you insane?¡± the needle mouse boy asks, utterly incredulous. ¡°She¡¯s a wolf, and you¡¯re a bunny!¡± ¡°Hmph!¡± Moka scowls at him where he hangs under my arm. ¡°I think I¡¯ll trust my intuition over a Desert Warren deserter who went to the Cactus Turret for protection.¡± He frowns at that but denies nothing. Green fingers mp onto Moka''s waist and lift her into the air. Isabe turns the bunny about to meet her eye to eye. ¡°My girlfriend¡ªmy cock. I¡¯m not super-jealous or anything, but there¡¯s no way in hell I¡¯m letting anyone else try my bitch¡¯s dick before me. She can fuck any floozy she wants after I¡¯m satisfied.¡± I grin and growl, deep and throaty, ¡°Yes, ma¡¯am!¡± Isabe is gentle with Moka, having heard my opinion on going vegan, and checks my expression with a nce as she hugs the bunny girl to her chest without letting any needles draw blood. I give her an encouraging smile for good behavior. She¡¯s a fine girlfriend, helping me instead of being an obstacle to my goals. ¡°Suka, Dura, Lucinia, how are things?¡± Alex¡¯s voicees from Flou1¡¯s body. ¡°We¡¯re back at the Hut¡ªwell, it¡¯s Field Town, now. Long story. Hey, are you a long way off?¡± What did she say? It sounded like, ¡®Fieldton.¡¯ That must be it. What all happened while we were away? I rush over to the Flou-phone and speak into the Fuzzy Slime¡¯s body. Dura continues grunting and rutting with Steeltooth but turns her head to listen. ¡°Hey, Alex! Guess what? I evolved into an awesome monster! Yeah, everyone is alive and well. I don¡¯t think we can make it back before dark, though. There¡¯s a big monster in the way that senses heavy footfalls. I lost my wolf form, so we¡¯ll have to tiptoe past it slowly since I can¡¯t carry everyone. But I¡¯m way faster by myself. Say the word, and I¡¯ll be there in a heartbeat. Are Megan and the others alright?¡± ¡°You lost what? Nevermind. Yes, no losses on our side. No, Flou said you picked up a few new friends, so make sure they all make it here safe. We have a fight to pick and can¡¯t wait for you; there¡¯s too much left to do today. We¡¯re already pushing the limit while expecting to get a decent night¡¯s sleep after the orgy.¡± ¡°Orgy?¡± the needle mouse asks, eyebrow raised high. He¡¯s intrigued but mostly skeptical. ¡°Orgy?¡± Moka says while looking between me and Isabe. She looks like she felt Isabe stiffen under the leafy skirt and wants to be the chocte filling in a dick-girl sandwich. That¡¯s a fantasy I¡¯m eager to fulfill! ¡°Yeah, I expect it¡¯ll be a doozy. Who dat? They sound cute. Wait, I don¡¯t have time for this. Introductionster. I have to get ready for a fight. Love you all, kisses, bye!¡± With that, Alex severs the connection. I hold myself back despite wanting nothing more than to soar over the dunes to my human mate like aet and fight by her side. It stings to be left out of a fight, but Alex trusts me to shepherd this group home. That¡¯s my responsibility. ¡°Okay, let¡¯s head back to the Hut as quickly as we can. I¡¯d like to hurry and help Alex once everyone is safe.¡± ¡°Dura miss bat¡¯le?¡± the Ogress says as she stands after finishing herst round with Steeltooth. I give a mncholy shrug, empathizing with her disappointment, ¡°Looks that way.¡± The Lizardman squeezes Dura¡¯s butt affectionately and gives her a side-hug. ¡°I¡¯d like nothing more than to march with my warriors at your back, but it¡¯d be suicide with the Sandworm prepared this time. The bedrock around the Oasis is all that protects us.¡± Where a tribe on the move would attract too much attention, a smaller group can slip past. ¡°Say hello to Spindle for us,¡± Ga says as she and the Kobolds wave farewell. ¡°We will,¡± I assure them. Lucinia manages a short hop up to Dura¡¯s shoulders on her injured wing. Flou1 shlorps onto me, shifting to be a ruby-studded fur bikini which goes amazingly well with the new color scheme of my ming hair. I¡¯ve got my prisoner Needle Mouse, and Isabe has Moka in her arms for extra protection from any predator ambushes. Dura gives Steeltooth onest p on the ass in parting, a gesture the Lizardman wholeheartedly appreciates with a toothy grin. With how popr the prickly pears turned out to be, we leave with a warm farewell from the Lizard-folk despite taking their dinner¡ªMoka¡ªwith us. It¡¯s a long walk home but, with a native cactus girl guiding us, we¡¯re able to avoid the areas the Sandworm frequents. And, when the ground trembles from the massive monster nearing, we¡¯re able to sneak past on wide, t sand shoes Isabe made from vines, stems, and leaves. I stumble across the conjoined Cactus sister¡¯s scent trail but decide not to hunt them down today. I¡¯ve already got a prickly girlfriend, after all. From there, it¡¯s a short evening jaunt through Fuzzy Field to the Hut. 126. Field Town, Part 4 (Suka, R-18) 126. Field Town, Part 4 (Suka, R-18) ¡°Ah! Oh, fuck!¡± I shout as the ground gives way beneath me and I almost plummet onto the bed of spikes at the bottom. Good thing I have a double-jump. Er, I mean ¡®mestep.¡¯ Hup, hup; two kickster I¡¯m back on stable ground dusting myself off. ¡°Suka!¡± Isabe cries, but her fright is short-lived as she sees I¡¯m fine. My Needle Mouse buddy clutched in my arms the whole time screams much louder and takes significantly longer to calm down after the incident. ¡°Right, I remember, now. The Fuzzy folk were supposed to dig pitfalls around the New Warren. I guess we found one,¡± I say. These things are even more difficult to spot in the dark. ¡°You couldn¡¯t have thought of that sooner!?!¡± the Needle Mouse boy asks in frustration. ¡°Dis problem,¡± Dura says while scratching her head, ¡°How get pass¡¯?¡± ¡°No, no, it¡¯s no problem,¡± I counter, ¡°I¡¯ll go first. They¡¯ll be upset at all the traps we trip, but it¡¯s no fur off my back. We¡¯ll me Alex for not sending us instructions to navigate through the field.¡± Just because she¡¯s my mate doesn¡¯t mean I want to coddle her. In fact, pushing her buttons is more my style. Tough love will make you stronger, Alex! ¡°Um, shit, guys, I¡¯m sorry. I wasn¡¯t paying attention,¡± Flou1 says as she reverts to Fuzzy Slime form from my ruby-studded fur bikini. ¡°I can lead us back.¡± Ah, she has knowledge from her other body, that makes sense. Must be exciting stuff going on where her other bodies are if she¡¯s this distracted. I¡¯m itching to finish thisst leg of the journey butmit to ending my mission properly. The ¡®Hut¡¯ is more of a hamlet when we return. I can see why they¡¯ve started calling the ce Fieldton. There are purple pavilions erected around Gabby¡¯s old haunt, there¡¯re some harpies in Gale¡¯s nest, as well as evidence of fresh burrows for the New Warren. I see lean-to¡¯s built to shelter what look like human and Mandragora children inside a burgeoning garden tended by a green woman clothed in colorful flowers. Damn, what has everyone been up to while we were gone? Dim, sooty,vender-glowingnterns illuminate pathways through the hastily assembled structures. There¡¯s no discernable light source other than the weak glow of Dark Magic, but they¡¯re better than nothing in the ck of nightfall. nt magic casts faint green light from where the greendy works in her garden while a bolder redes from torch lilies nted on the perimeter. The whole thing is a beautiful sight after sunset. My ming hair makes us stand out like a beacon in the dark, by the way. As we cross the field and enter into the territory of Alex¡¯s camp, I rx the tension I¡¯ve been holding all the way here since leaving the Oasis. Nothing happened. Everyone is safe. I did it! ¡°Flou, any news on Alex and the others?¡± I desperately want to swoop in and rescue them at the eleventh hour! Sadly, the response I get is underwhelming, to say the least. ¡°The battle is already over,¡± Flou1 reports. ¡°Alex is back with everyone alive but, officially speaking, it was a failure.¡± ¡°¡®Officially?¡¯¡± ¡°They slew a lot of enemy monsters. The Elder Tree¡¯s forces are weakened; if she wants to, there¡¯s an argument to be made for returning tomorrow at full strength to finish the job.¡± ¡°Ah, a strategic victory rather than a tactical or decisive one,¡± I say, considering how this strengthens our overall position. ¡°Dee-sai-sieve?¡± Dura asks. ¡°Oh, I guess Bruke doesn¡¯t teach war. I learned this stuff from the Wolf Lord as a pup. It¡¯s just technical jargon that means the same thing Flou exined.¡± ¡°I have a smart girlfriend!¡± Isabe crows. ¡°Hah, hah, I¡¯m really not that smart, Bel. Gabby is the genius.¡± ¡°B-B-Bel? D-did you just give me a p-pet name?!?¡± ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°I love it!!!¡± Isabe sprouts luminescent white flowers on her head as she twirls Moka about like a tiny ballroom dance partner. ¡°My girlfriend gave me a pet name!¡± ¡°Wee home, travelers,¡± Spindle says, surprising everyone as her full-body swirling tattoos re purple on blue skin, suddenly revealing herself next to us. How did she know we were here??? Did she happen to look in our direction and spot my ming hair, or¡­? ¡°Eep!¡± Moka squeaks with prey-fear. ¡°What delicious-looking friends you¡¯ve brought Spindle~!¡± the spider girl says as she rubs both pairs of palms together in anticipation. The Needle Mouse under my arm doubles the squeakage. ¡°Eep! W-W-Wicked?!? It¡¯s all over¡­¡± Spindle grins at him, baring her fangs. The mouse boy shivers and practically faints. ¡°Dura back.¡± ¡°Good evening,¡± Lucinia greets. ¡°Hey, Spinny,¡± I say with a wave of my hand holding the trophy needle. ¡°Ew. No. Try again.¡± ¡°Hey, you, Spider-Moron, watch yourself, I¡¯m the only one this bitch is giving a pet name around here!¡± Isabe scowls at Spindle and brandishes her spines at the Webling. Spindle nces at her like one would a bug before turning to me, ¡°Is this a trespasser? She looks like a trespasser.¡± I decide to take her advice and try again, ¡°Hey, Spindle, we¡¯re home! I want to introduce you to my girlfriend, Isabe. She has a big dick. And look at what I got today!¡± I focus my will and sprout a fiery cock from amidst my ming pubic hair. ¡°P.S. Ga and the Kobolds miss you.¡± All eight of the Wicked Weaver¡¯s eyes widen as she nces back and forth between my crotch and Isabe¡¯s leafy skirt where the faintest outline of the beast beneath can be discerned. ¡°Oh, why didn¡¯t you say so before? Spindle is always happy to have new friends with new toys to y with! Let her lead you to the feasting pavilion, hidden from the innocent eyes of our young wards.¡± She leads us away from the kindergarten and around the hut while Flou1 goes off on her own. I see the kids are chowing down on a variety of fruits and vegetables presumably from the green woman¡¯s garden as we pass. The path is conspicuously absent of people. It¡¯s no question where they all are, though, as we approach the main pavilion. I see earthen flooring and a few plush purple carpets that feel heavenly on my paws. They¡¯re perfect for kneeling, squatting, and rough rutting. They also glow faintly withvender mood light. This spider girl sure knows how to set a stage! ¡°Where the heck did all these monsterse from?¡± I wonder. Besides the mice, bunnies, and Harpies I expected, there are Dire Wolves, an adult male Doggin, a Goblin girl, Hobgoblins, an Orc, and a green woman with flowery hair. Not to mention the three fruity dickgirls at the center of the orgy! From what I can tell, we missed the height of debauchery, but there¡¯s still plenty of fuckery going around. The Canine males are knotting anyone they can get their hands on. Mice and bunnies are throwing themselves at their natural predators, feeding them strange fruit while they ride monster cocks or pound predator pussy. The Fruit treefolk seem rxed and carefree, hugging and nursing their pick of the crowd, lounging with legs intertwined while enterprising monsters suck their cocks. It¡¯s a genuine party with an abundance of food, indiscriminate sex, partner swapping, and even cuddling. ¡°Well, they look delectable,¡± Lucinia says, following my line of sight to the fruity hotties. ¡°I don¡¯t see anything that special about them,¡± Isabe pouts, her eyes glued to one girl''s phallic yellow berry. I kiss her cheek. ¡°Don¡¯t worry Bel, you¡¯re my favorite nt girl hands down.¡± That mollifies her a bit. ¡°Mmm,¡± Dura hums while idly scratching her toned abs. ¡°Dura hung¡¯y.¡± ¡°Please, rx,¡± Spindle says as she snaps her fingers. A group of mice and bunnies run over with a smorgasbord of fruits cradled in their arms and line up before us for our selection. ¡°Peaches, Pears?¡± a mouse girl asks with seeming innocence despite thrusting her breasts and ass at us as if to punctuate each word. ¡°Liver mango? Cumquat?¡± a bunny girl next to her adds with a saucy wink after ncing at therge shape hiding beneath Isabe¡¯s leafy skirt. ¡°Or how about me?¡± a mouse boy says cheekily while waggling his eyebrows. ¡°Everything looks tasty,¡± I say, meaning it. I fully intend to sample some of each, including a few of these Fuzzy folkter. But I follow Isabe¡¯s eye to a bunch of eyeball grapes and pluck one for her. The fruit sizzles in my grasp as I cook it to perfection and pop it into her mouth. The cactus girl suckles on my thumb for a moment before letting me go and popping the grape. Her eyes go wide. ¡°Mmm! Sho good!¡± I think she¡¯s sold on the concept now. Moka grabs a peach from the mouse girl, who gives her a polite curtsey. ¡°What the hell are you all doing?¡± my Needle Mouse asks the assembled Fuzzy folk. ¡°You¡¯re going to be next on the menu!¡± The mouse girl shakes her head emphatically. ¡°No, there¡¯s plenty of food for everyone here, and Mistress Cottontail will protect us. These predators are all softies at heart, anyway.¡± ¡°They¡¯re like putty in your hands once their bellies are full,¡± the bunny girl says with a smirk while twiddling her fingers like she''s fondling a heavy pair of testicles. Dura lifts the fruit-bearing mouse boy into the air with one hand, dumps the contents of his armful into her open maw, gulps it down in a sh, and then sucks his twig and berries into her mouth to lick and suck him to hardness. Then she plops down on a carpet and puts him between her legs. The mouse boy knows what to do, frotting his prick against her big clit to her evident satisfaction. Then he kneels between her legs and starts rutting her as she folds her legs around his tiny body. He¡¯s not prating deeply, but she¡¯s thoroughly enjoying having her entrance yed with and crushing her clit against his smooth tummy. ¡°It¡¯s like everyone here has forgotten the natural order,¡± the Needle Mouse says, befuddled by the Ogress getting plowed by her tiny prey. "Aren''t there Cactus people in the Turret? They''re carnivores, right?" I ask, thinking of Isabe''s appetite and the desated Kobold bodies we found earlier today. "How do you handle predator/prey rtions there?" "You''re not getting me to talk," he replies. "Tch." Whatever. I''m not trained in espionage so I can''t be faulted for failing. ¡°It¡¯s nice to hear the Kobolds remember Spindle fondly. What she would give to have them here tonight¡­ but some pleasures are sweeter for the anticipation. As part of her maidly duties, may Spindle take your luggage?¡± She shes her sharp fangs again and eagerly raises her four hands as if to relieve me of my burden. ¡°Maid? Luggage? You mean this little guy?¡± I say, holding up the Needle Mouse, who quivers and quakes with fear at being dangled before the terrifying arachnid predator. ¡°Nah, just restrain him so I have my hands free. Alex will want to talk to him.¡± ¡°At once.¡± Spindle spins magical threads that bind the mouse boy¡¯s arms, legs, and wrists as I set him on the floor. He sits there, miserable, but quiet as the Fuzzy folk ignore him. I don¡¯t intend to let him out of my sight for a second, though, lest some well-meaning person think he''s been forgotten after some bondage-y and release him. ¡°Mdy, please allow us to change your bandages,¡± the bunny girl says, leading Lucinia away while feeding her cumquats. ¡°It looks like you really know how to throw a party, Spindle,¡± I say, marveling again at the scenery. The Webling smiles, but ites off as mncholic instead of her usual predatory vibe, ¡°A skill Spindle has had sadly little opportunity to hone. A skill Spindle hopes to sharpen to perfection in the future.¡± I nod, throw down my trophy next to the Needle Mouse, and grab Isabe¡¯s free hand. She blushes and squeezes my palm. ¡°Yeah, good times ahead. Listen, I¡¯m going to go fuck my girlfriend and our pet bunny before things heat up. I¡¯ll find youter, Spindle. I need to pay you back forst night,¡± I say with a pleasant, teasing grin. She brightens in response. ¡°Spindle looks forward to your attempt. She¡¯ll be disappointed if Miss Suka gets caught in the web of temptation before fulfilling that desire¡­ The night will be ripe with easy prey.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry about that. I¡¯m ravenous.¡± 126.5 Bonus Chapter! Suka, Isabella, Moka (R-18) 126.5 Bonus Chapter! Suka, Isabe, Moka (R-18) Spoiler All-the-way-through, Threesome, Anal, Anilingus [copse] I lead Isabe with Moka in her arms a dozen paces aside where I can keep an eye on my prizes without having the Needle Mouse distract us withmentary. We¡¯re also out of the path of traffic, though the setting is far from private. Everyone can see us. It¡¯s kind of a turn-on that way. ¡°Right here,¡± Isabe says, picking a patch of bare dirt. I raise an eyebrow, questioning why we¡¯re avoiding the nice carpet until she waves a green-glowing hand. Lush grass forms a soft bed for us even better than the purple rug. ¡°I didn¡¯t know you could do that,¡± I say offhandedly. ¡°Me neither,¡± she shrugs, seeming a little confused by her own instincts. I blink at thement but let it slide. Isabe, Moka, and I sit together, just the three of us. I want to get to know them better before joining the orgy and inviting other partners to join in. "Bel, I want this to be your special night, so please don''t hold back. Tell me everything you want to try before we introduce you to Alex and the harem. Moka, I gave you a choice and you decided to stick with me. I know I promised to eat you up, but bear with me a few moments longer. Isabe is my girlfriend, and she goes first. Don''t worry, I''ll save plenty of stamina for you." Both of my beautiful babes blush beautifully. Isabe acts shy about it, but Moka is upfront with her desires. "I don''t mind," the chocte bunny says with her rich, silky voice while crossing her legs, "I''d love to watch you two predators go at it before you make a meal of me." "Actually," Isabe says while twiddling her fingers, "I know this makes me sound like a p-pervert¡­ so embarrassing, making me say it, moron," she half mumbles to herself before finishing in a rush, "But I think it''d be really hot if you let me fuck you d-*ahem*-doggy style while making you eat out Moka." The Cactus girl''s blush intensifies to incandescent as she goes on, scrunching up her face as she practically shouts, "T-then you c-can m-m-m-make love to me, p-please!" I lean forward and kiss my girlfriend on the lips. "Sounds like a n. So, you want to take me on all fours like a bitch in heat?" Steam almostes out of Isabe''s ears at that. "M-moron! Don''t say such embarrassing stuff!" "Hot, damn," Moka huffs as she starts touching herself while picturing Isabe''s scene. I honestly do want to take the lead tonight and show everyone I''m a badass bitch in bed, too, but this is Isabe. My Bel. Everything with her is like new. She hasn''t had the chance to do me this way yet. Plus, I never said I didn''t like being dominated if it''s someone I have feelings for¡­ Or even just someone sexy if the mood is right. Being in control isn''t everything. It''s like Alex told mest night; I don''t have to prove anything. I just want to make my girlfriend happy. I get down on my hands and knees before stalking over to Moka. I nt my hands on either side of the bunny girl''s waist, forcing her down onto her back to expose her vulnerable sex, delicious curves, and luscious lips. Iy a smoldering kiss full of hunger and raging lust on her mouth that leaves the tasty morsel dazed by my intensity. I look back over my shoulder at the stunned nt girl, my meek prey trapped beneath me, shake my hips, and wag my ming tail. "You can pull my hair if you want. I won''t burn you." It''s a grant reversal of how we met, trading thorns for mes. Isabe rises to her knees, wipes drool from the corner of her mouth, and shoves her face in my ass. Her tongue bathes my buttocks,pping up the sweat from our run home, and greedily plunders my pucker. Her hands massage my butt and spread my cheeks for easier ess. Waves of pleasant warmth roll through me as she worships my bum with kisses and licks. My tail can''t help wagging wild and my arms go wobbly. After a minute of ravaging my rear, shees up for air to say, "You smell like cuddles by the fire on a dark winter night." "I didn''t know you were a poet, Bel. Now, put that tongue to better use and keep going." Isabe continues to toss my sd while I refocus on Moka. The chocte bunny girl''s chest heaves like cornered prey after the hunt as she looks up at me with those huge dark eyes. In her gaze, there''s a speck of fear buried inside her excitement for the fun to begin. She knows what I am and that there''s no escape. But it''s all part of the game. I lunge forward and bite her throat, growling deep and loud as I sink my teeth into her skin without drawing blood. "Kyaaahn~" Moka''s scream bes a moan as the adrenaline from my ''attack'' courses through her system without the pain it would normally mask. The rush I gave her is something many thrill-seekers pursue through reckless stunts. I catch a whiff of her personal musk as her pussy dampens with arousal. It''s sweet and thick in the air, like caramel. So, that''s the kind of girl she is? I pull away to appreciate the mark I left behind. It¡¯s a ring of toothy imprints like a ne. It''ll tell everyone at the orgy who she belongs to better than a cor. "I really thought you were going to do it for a second, there," she says, eyeing my razor-sharp grin with fearless eptance. I don''t intend to harm her but saying that now would spoil the scene. I can tell Moka relishes the suspense. "Don''t think for a second I''m a tamed wolf," I reply, "But I have a different sort of hunger for you to ke. I know you want this as badly as me." My gaze dips to where a trail of her juices gushes from her steamy cunt. She nods, taking the two perfect dollops of chocty goodness on her chest in her hands and squishing her breasts together for my viewing pleasure. "Devour me, Mistress Wolf." "With pleasure," I growl. Then I lower my jaws to her sopping slit. Herbial folds are thick and textured like ruffled petals. I take her lower lips in mine and drink her lovely vor straight from the tap. My teeth nibble her sensitive skin, drawing moans from that beautiful throat pulsing with life. "So... hot!" Moka squirms under me as I bathe her quim¡ªnot hot enough to burn, but ufortable until one adjusts to the luxurious warmth. "More~!" Isabe has been dutifully eating my ass while I toyed with my prey, but now she straightens and ces her palms on my butt. I feel the weight of her gaze on my leanly muscled back, my wagging fiery tail, and Moka''s supine form beneath me. She''s enjoying the view, and I¡¯m reveling in her appreciation. "Ah-ahn!" Moka cries as I flick her cocoa-bean with my scalding tongue. That snaps Isabe out of her daze. She pulls her leafy top over her head, rips away her skirt, and aligns her fat girlcock with my womanly entrance. It takes another moment before she ovees her trepidation to thrust inside me for the first time. The Cactus girl''s dick splits me open, filling my channel to girthy satisfaction. "Nngh!" I grunt as I take the blunt force of my girlfriend''s jab to the pussy. My core ignites with the mes of desire as she stirs my coals with her rod. "Fffuuuck! H-hot! My prick is on fire!" Isabe says, but it can''t be that bad, because she sucks air through her teeth as she pulls out to start pumping me with enthusiasm. "Suka, it''s like an oven in here!" Just wait until I really get going. Moka sweats as I swirl my burning tongue around her sex. Her moans intensify as Isabe''s pounding rhythmically shoves my face into the bunny girl''s increasingly wet crotch. I suck her vulva into the boiling pot of my mouth. "S-Suka-ahh-ahhn!" My thighs tremble the more my girlfriend ms into me from behind. That''s when she takes me up on my earlier offer, grabbing my glowing hair and pulling hard. "Kyahhnnn!" the refreshing twinge of pain sends a burst of molten pleasure through my core. Despite being magical mes that don''t burn things against my will, my hair is solid enough to hold, proudly fluffy, and rooted to my skin. My girlfriend takesmand of the position with my burning hair as the reins. One hand on my shapely rear drags me back onto her thick rod after every m. Isabe plunges deep into me until I feel her tip start banging against my cervix. That gets me howling into Moka''s pussy. "MMMPH!!" My inner fire ignites to a roaring inferno as my channel gets roughly churned. Isabe tugs on my hair and her fingers dig into the soft flesh of my rump."Suka, how can you be this hot? It hurts, but I can''t stop! I need more! I can''t hold back!" She redoubles her pace, thighs pping against my bum. *p!* *p!* *p!* *p!* *p!* I''m cumming! My body shudders, walls clenching around her hard length, and Isabe grabs my tail for final leverage as she finishes as well. Another thrust and Isabe mashes my mouth against Moka''s juicy cunt. I''m in bliss having my pussy pounded while driving the chocte bunny girl insane with heated stimtion. My tongue batters her clit to submission. "Aaahhhnnn!" Moka''s thighs mp onto my head like a trap as she arches her spine in the throes of ecstasy. "Suka!!!" Isabe screams as she yanks on my hair and tail while erupting like a geyser in my depths. Boiling fruity-smelling Cactus Treefolk cum overflows to dribble down my legs in rivulets. She withdraws from me inch by girthy inch until her fat cock pops from my gaping entrance with a gush of sweet cream. Then she copses on her back beside me, steam rising from her half-chub and Moka''s pussy as I lift my mouth away. "I thought for sure I''d have blisters; you were so hot!" "Me too," Moka gasps, her chest rising and falling entrancingly. "Didn''t I say I wouldn''t burn you?" I say, repeating my instinctual knowledge as I rise to my knees over my girls. It''s an integral part of my magic that I control. "I could just as easily cook somebody with this thing if I were a sadistic psycho." As I speak, I form my power into a fiery dick. It¡¯s a single smooth,minar me rooted at my clit, blue at the base, transitioning to yellow along the length before ending in a bulbous orange-red mushroom-like ns. I focus, making it grow inch by inch until the phallus fire is even bigger than Isabe''s huge meaty thing. I''m a predator. I''ve fucked and I''ve killed, but fucking someone to death leads down dark evolutionary paths I don''t wish to tread. I prefer Alex''s way; I intend to breed these gorgeous women. "Y-you can really feel that?" Isabe asks with starry eyes on my burning hog of a cock. Moka looks up at me like I''m a sex goddess. It''s awesome. I grip myself with a hand and rub my shaft. The tactile feedback of my fingers on my shaft relights the embers of my passion. A few pumps stiffen my length to full erection, making my audience''s eyes bulge. "Yep." I ce my hands on Isabe''s thighs and spread her legs, exposing the green slit beneath her semiid rod. She blushes brighter as Iy my dick side by side with hers, dwarfing her member by inches. "T-that beast is going inside me??" "Yep," I say as I press my tip to her main entrance. The ming cock sends up a puff of steam with a hiss as I boil her dripping juices on contact. "Hot-t-t!" Isabe moans as I push my bulbous tip inside her tight channel, smooth as butter. Her turgid shaft goes rigid as I slide deeper into my girlfriend''s private garden. Her eyes clench shut as she bites her lip, "D-don''t stop!" Good, I''m d it''s already starting to feel nice. She did request I make love to her. "S-s-slowly, p-please." I exercise my self-control, moving with my impulses on a leash. She feels amazing as I part her folds. Her feminine fluids sizzle around me and I double-check she''s not in real pain. Thest thing I want to do is actually burn this luscious lovely. "Y-yes! Yes!" Isabe throws her head back in ecstasy as herhers struggle to amodate my size, providing insane pressure on my girth, and I finally bottom out with our sexes flush together. "So hot! Suka, you''re so hot inside me." She grabs her knees and lifts her legs to allow me better ess. My eyes trace the sharp lines of the needles on her throat, wrist, and ankles like spiked cors. Her huge bust jiggles enticingly with each breath. Her flower-strewn hair is spread out around her head on the grass like a multicolored halo. Her belly glows the green of sunlight through leaves as my luminescent tip makes a bugle in her tummy. Isabe opens her eyes to gaze up at me. Her expression is beatific, showing pure love and jubnt happiness. She looks perfectly content to be beneath me with my cock in her sheath. My heart almost beats out of my chest. "Isabe, I love you," I use her full name as I lean forward, dipping my head to kiss her. She''s all mine, though I''m eager to share her with Alex and have children together. I kiss her to show this gorgeous Cactus girl the ce she has in my heart. My hips slowly roll into her as our tongues intertwine. Her back arches up to meet my gentle thrusts. We buck and gasp together in sweet harmony. I reach down to grip her rod in my soft palm and rub her length still slick with ourmingled cum. "Suka, I..." She gasps and groans as she humps my hand and impales herself on my rod. "L-L-L-" Isabe stutters as the glow in her belly moves ording to my gyrating hips. "L-L-L" I stroke her cock faster as I make burning love to her pussy. Her body quakes with incredible orgasmic potential. "Bel, be my mate," I say as I m into her harder and jack off her cock with abandon. One day I''ll be strong enough to ask Alex this. Until then, there''s no rule against having multiple mates. I''ll love them each in their own way, as I know Alex loves me and her harem. "Yes! I l-l-love you, Suka!!! Aaahhhnnn!!!" Flowers of every shape and size erupt from the ground around us in a thick carpet for a hundred feet, even disturbing other couples in the massive orgy, if only for a moment before they return to their carnal deeds. The scent of nectar fills the air and I inhale the rich sweetness. Green power radiates from Isabe as she cums violently and an arc of fruity splooge shoots high from her stamen to ssh onto her bouncing breasts. The sight of her release and the wave of energy pushes me to my own climax. My hair and tail re bright along with my dick in her sheath, causing her belly to glow like amp. I scream and moan as I finish, tremors of ecstasy rolling through me as liquid fire courses through my veins. I copse atop my lover and take a minute to recover. I feel small fingers spread my ass and a tiny tonguepping at my sex still dripping with Isabe''s liquid love. My nose draws me down to my nt girl lover''s creamed breasts and find myself indulging in licking up a bouquet of musk and delicately fruity splooge. Good to know Moka and I have simr tastes in semen. Dimly, I hear Moka behind me orgasming again while frantically fingering her cunt. I smile, and sigh. "Do you think I''m p-pregnant?" Isabe asks hopefully. She doesn''t look or smell different, though the new flowers in her hair aren¡¯t going away, but I think she evolved during the flower-explosion. There''s something subtly different about her... I guess I''d call it ''aura.'' I rise onto my elbows to shake my head and say, "Sorry." My rod is just a dildo. An incredible one I can feel through and manipte at will, but it doesn''t shoot cum. I kiss away her disappointment. "I want you to have Alex''s baby so our kids can be half-siblings. Then, after I give birth, I''ll have your baby next." I do want to have my and Alex''s kid after we''re mated too, though. Maybe she can pull ovipositor shenanigans to get me pregnant with heteropaternal twins. Isabe frowns, "Assuming this Alex is worthy of¡ªwell, if she means that much to you, she can''t be that big a moron." "Thank you.¡± I turn to our mutual partner. ¡°Moka, you gave yourself to me. Will you be my mate as well, and bear our children?" The chocte bunny girl stirs from her post-orgasmic glow andes around to meet our eyes. I''m still inside Isabe making her tummy glow, if slightlyid. The sight of Moka''s diminutive figure and shapely assets gets me hard again fast. My nt girlfriend is just as quick to get a hard-on after ncing at the sexy bunny girl crawling over. "You two really want me? As more than a meal?" Her gaze traces the lines of our connected bodies as she speaks, clearly liking what she sees. I nod, and she smiles warmly, "I''ve agreed to worse fates." "If I''m not allowed to eat her, I''d at least like to fuck her," Isabe says to me. "Remember, she''s family from now on, and she''s going to bear your children for us." That makes her take another look at our shared prey, giving the tiny woman another up-and-down appraisal. "Alright." "I liked that look in your eye, before," Moka says to her, then turns to epass me as well with the statement. "Think you could both have me at once? Make me feel like a proper entr¨¦e?" Both Isabe and I disentangle ourselves to kneel eagerly in front of the curvy bunny. She giggles at our excitement. "Do you think I''m a bad girl?" Isabe and I exchange confused nces. "Why?" I ask. "Wanting to be taken by predators and ravished... It''s a taboo subject among the prey tribes. Not something good girls fantasize about." I give her a wolfish grin. "Then you can be my bad little bun." Isabe and I stand, lifting the small woman in our arms as easily as a doll. I think she likes the sound of Moka''s moans, or watching me get turned on by the affair, or both, because the nt girl enthusiastically joins me in ¡®devouring¡¯ the chocte bunny. We take turns alternating between Moka''s mouth, breasts, pussy, and kissing each other. She''s as much our mutual ything as the woman we''ve chosen to worship with our lips and tongues. I grab a handful of bodacious bun butt next to that cocoa floof tail. Isabe bites a long, dark-furred ear, drawing an ecstatic cry from the bunny''s bite-marked throat. Isabe is an attentive lover when she wants to be, ensuring the bunny''s clit and nipples are well-serviced at all times. Our hands wander to visit one another''s bodies as well. All the while Moka wriggles and writhes and cums beneath our nimble fingers. She''s loving every second of our hungry advances. Languid eyes find mine after a particrly luxurious climax. "I want you both inside me," Moka says, though she stares at my massive glowing member with trepidation. "I can make it smaller," I suggest. "Not too much smaller," Moka insists, "There''s no way my pussy is deep enough to take that, but my other holes..." She licks her lips. "And you''re not allowed to cum in her pussy," I tell Isabe. "At least, not until we talk to Alex." "Very well. How would you like to get a better taste of me, little bunny?" Moka''s eager gulp confirms our next position, the ssic spitroast. "Are you going to be alright?" I ask Moka with my big me dick positioned at her pucker. I''m holding her in the air with my hands on her hips, bunny boobies facing up, the bunny girl sprawling supine while leaving her legs free to move. She grabs my length between her thighs and rubs them together around my shaft. "You''re soft as well as hot, and surprisingly slippery. I think you''ll go in easy." My ming phallus acts like flesh, but it''s really a magicallypressed gas¡ªor sma, I guess, I''m not a science nerd¡ªso there''s no skin/skin friction. In that sense, my cock is impossibly smooth. Lubrication isn''t a factor for me. "That''s not what I meant," I say,ying my rod atop her mons pubis to see how far I''ll go. Forget the bellybutton... "This thing is will almost reach your ribcage! You''ll be split in half!" "That''s my line," Moka huffs, "I''ve always wanted to say that." She shakes her head and recovers from her disappointment. "Don''t worry, I''ll tell you if it''s too much." "Yeah, Suka, she''ll tell us," Isabe says, clearly thinking with her erection. The flower-bestrewn nt girl eagerly strokes herself while watching us banter, fantasizing about how sexy this position is going to be. "Not while deepthroating your cock, she won''t," I grumble. Moka gives me a sharine smile that warms my heart. "It''s sweet you care about me. Thank you, but, as long as you don''t cook me with that hot rod, I''ll survive. Now, screw all the goody-goodying. I want to be fucked within an inch of my life by the two sexiest predators I''ve ever seen." "Aww, t-thanks," Isabe says with a green blush as russet daylilies bloom in her hair bouquet, "Let''s keep her, Suka!" Seems like my mate is finally on board with my breeding n for the bunny girl. Bel''s such a sucker forpliments. "Well, you heard littledy!" The former cactus girl grabs a handful of chocte braids and pulls Moka''s head back until the bunny''s throat is a straight path for her stiff member. Moka''s mouth obediently opens gaping wide, tongue happily syed out. Isabe rubs her fat tip beading floral-scented precum on that cute pink tongue before thrusting inside. It''s a tight squeeze! Isabe grabs Moka by the armpits for leverage and to hold her prey level with me as she pushes and pulls, forcing herself into the restrictive passage. The bunny girl''s throat bulges obscenely with Isabe''s girth, veins throbbing beneath dark skin, muscles convulsing as Moka gags and swallows but doesn''t try to escape. "Mmm," Moka hums appreciatively around the nt girl''s thick member and her small handsnd upside-down on Isabe''s pendulous breasts to fondle them. Well, I''m on a timer now. We''ve got to finish before our prey falls unconscious; it''s only polite! I press my fiery prick to Moka''s sizzling rosebud. She jumps and squirms at the heat on her secret tunnel before pulling herself onto me with her legs hooked over my arms. My guess is proved correct as my cock enters her without friction. Not to say there isn¡¯t resistance from the tightness of her pucker squeezing me. "Mmmph!" I can see into her gaping hole directly through my semitransparent ming dick, and I marvel at the lewd pink of her interior along with the impressive stretchiness of her sphincter. She winces as she''s forced wider to take my thickest segment at the bulbous mushroom-like ns, then rxes around my slightly less girthy shaft after my cockhead pops inside. Then it''s smooth sailing as I push into her soft, squeezing interior. Moka convulses on my and Isabe''s rods as we gradually stuff the remaining lengths of our monster dicks inside the tiny bunny girl. While Isabe''s progress is only shown by the moving bulge and the hitch of resistance when she encounters and shoves through Moka''s esophageal sphincter, my cock illuminates the sweet bun''s dark skin from the inside like amp. Isabe bites her lips as her ns emerges into the bunny girl¡¯s stomach. I watch with eager anticipation as I pass through Moka¡¯s pelvis, into her lower abdomen, past her bellybutton, and show as a glowing protrusion below her ribcage. Then Isabe and my cocks bump heads just as our thighs bump against Moka''s plump buttocks on one side and her supple lips on the other, the tips of our members separated by nothing more than a few thinyers of flesh. "Mph!!!" Moka sure felt that! Her eyes water as her hands frantically flick her bean and pinch a cocoa nub nipple. My entire shaft is being hugged by this delicious bunny girl''s innards which writhe around me as she masturbates, my base being pinched hard by her poor overworked anal sphincter. My tip rubs my mate''s through the walls of Moka''s internal organs. It''s an incredible sight and an unmatched sensation. Then we start moving. Isabe and I alternate withdrawing and thrusting to let each of us enjoy Moka to the maximum depth. Judging by her moans and twitches, our treatment is driving the bunny girl insane. Then we identally bump into each other again and all three of us groan from the impact. We can¡¯t help ourselves. Isabe and I pump this poor cocoa-skinned cocksleeve with desperation. Our rods throb with ecstasy as they m into each other in the bunny girl¡¯s depths. Moka arches her spine each time our dicks collide, making her bunny boobies bounce spectacrly. ¡°Fuck!!!¡± I yelp. ¡°C-Cumming!!!¡± Isabe screams as she ejactes a load directly into Moka¡¯s stomach. ¡°MMMPH!!!¡± Moka squirts onto my belly as she mps down on my rod with all her strength, her overflowing pussy juices boiling as they dribble onto my pubic mes. Her fingers dig into Isabe''s tits as she cums. My mind explodes with white-hot bliss as a volcano of pleasure erupts inside me. The three of us stay there for a few moments as we descend from that high, but Moka needs to breathe. I gently pull the bunny girl off Isabe¡¯s impaling rod, with a hand supporting her limp-eared, ck-jawed head. The former Cactus treefolk¡¯s cock pops free and Moka gasps, then coughs to clear the cum from her airways. Instead of pulling out, I gradually shrink my me-cock before dispelling it to make things as easy on Moka¡¯s abused sphincter as possible. I hold the bunny girl in a snug embrace while she catches her breath. I want to make sure she¡¯s alright after the intensity of thatst round. ¡°Promise me we can do that every night from now on?¡± Moka lifts her face from between my sporty breasts to beg. Iugh with relief, and Isabe steps forward to hug both of us, giving me a kiss followed by another for Moka. "Absolutely!" 126.6 Bonus Chapter! (Suka, Dura, R-18) 126.6 Bonus Chapter! (Suka, Dura, R-18) "Suka, how do''n?" The questiones from my favorite Ogress walking up to the flower patch where I¡¯m seated with my mates, Isabe and Moka. I haven¡¯t explored much since I¡¯m keeping an eye on my Needle Mouse prisoner to prevent him from slipping away before Alex finds us. Thankfully, the mice and bunnies wandering around are all happy to fetch food for our group. I think they¡¯re eager to keep well-fed predators around as protectors for the New Warren. It makes sense to me. Why would anyone want to screw up a cushy arrangement like this? Isabe hilts herself cowgirl-style inside the mousy serving girl from earlier who is sloppily making out and holding hands with Moka while the chocte bunny gets railed in the pussy by my ming dick. Meanwhile, Isabe and I kissying side by side and grope each other¡¯s boobs while they do the work fucking themselves on our rods. It¡¯s a hot all-girl foursome. ¡°Fine,¡± I tell Dura with a smile between kisses. I¡¯m having a great time tonight. ¡°Full belly?¡± I pat my tummy in the affirmative, already having eaten my fill. ¡°You should try my cooking. These meat-fruits are even better hot.¡± ¡°Feel gud?¡± ¡°Mmm, hmm,¡± I say as Moka plows her hot chocte pussy on my rod while her floofy cocoa puff tail twitches. The bunny grunts in pleasure and clutches at her mousy partner. ¡°Den duel Dura.¡± ¡°You want a duel?¡± I ask. I¡¯m honestly surprised. I mean, I knew it was going to happen given the tension between us, but I didn¡¯t expect Dura to initiate. My intention from the beginning has been to fight my way to proving myself as Alex¡¯s mate if not outright iming this whole harem as mine in a rematch of the century. The Ogress nods. ¡°Suka strong. Fight Dura. Prove strongest.¡± That means a loting from her. I¡¯m genuinely moved considering I barely rated as being worth her notice this morning. ¡°Alright,¡± I say as I calmly withdraw from the foursome. ¡°Do you need me, Suki?¡± Isabe uses her pet name for me, then stifles a moan as Moka starts licking the mouse girl¡¯s pussy and the girthy green rod running in and out of the smallfolk¡¯s little pink hole. That nimble tongue flickers across the new dryad''s supple shaft in a delightful supplement to good fucking. The mousy waitress grabs Moka by the head like a life raft while Isabe redoubles her thrusting from below. ¡°No, Bel, don¡¯t get up. Enjoy yourself. This won¡¯t take long.¡± I don¡¯t mean it toe off as smack-talk, but I can¡¯t take back my words as Dura cracks her knuckles. I frown. ¡°Wait, I¡¯ve got Alex¡¯s Power Bond, though¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯ matter.¡± ¡°It totally does matter, though¡­¡± ¡°Nuh uh, dat Bond part of your power. Alex chose you, not Dura.¡± When she puts it like that, Alex did pick me for the Power Bond over all her other harem girls. I feel even more proud of being her partner. By Dura''s logic, I see why she wants to establish the hierarchy. It makes sense for Alex to Power Bond her strongest monsters. ¡°Let¡¯s take this outside.¡± The two of us exit the pavilion and I find a small plot where the grass has been trampled t. Then I burn away everything mmable, leaving bare ground. My control over fire allows me to quench the mes and cool the embers within seconds. ¡°Whoever leaves the circle or surrenders loses.¡± I like to fight fairly and honorably. Using the terrain to choke Dura with smoke or light her footing on fire doesn¡¯t sit right with me. On the other hand, we have Isabe nearby to treat burns, so I¡¯m not about to go easy on Dura. ¡°No weap¡¯ns, jus fists.¡± I guess she doesn¡¯t like the idea of crushing me with her club. More handicaps? I suppose we''ll be in trouble if we significantly injure each other to the point we need healing magic. Big trouble since it''s a limited resource. This is fine by me. I¡¯ll limit myself to no ranged attacks. What¡¯s the point of a duel if I sit back and torch her from a distance? This is all about pride, anyway. One of us will have to back down when defeat bes inevitable. I bow to my opponent. She returns a nod, and the battle begins. Dura rushes toward me with her fist raised and I dodge aside with a burst of fire from my paws. Her fist crashes into the earth where I was, tossing up chunks of dirt. Meanwhile, I¡¯m able to mestep at will regardless of whether I¡¯m in the air or on the ground, and the heat umting in my core doesn¡¯t harm me anymore. I rush forward to deliver an Ogre Strength punch to Dura¡¯s unguarded kidney. For a moment, I think the duel is over before it¡¯s begun as a shudder runs through her massive body. Then Dura snorts and throws a backhand at me. ¡°Dat not ¡®nough!¡± A quick ming dodge-rollter, Dura¡¯s counter blow whiffs an inch above me. I rise to my feet and instantly sidestep a haymaker. The Ogresses at me hot and heavy. Fist after fist aims for my head: jab, hook, cross, uppercut, only for me to avoid each. I¡¯m constantly on the back foot due to her barrage. Without Ogre Toughness, if even one connects it¡¯ll spell the end. She doesn¡¯t have an Endurance-type skill, so I could rely on evasion to tire her out¡­ but a boring victory like that wouldn¡¯t be satisfying! mestep, mestep! I dodge a blow and then dash aside to find an opening. If I can form my mes into hair or a cock¡­ I focus my will and coat my hands in fire as I aim again for her side. ming Fists! The impact on the Ogress¡¯s pale skin leaves a scorch mark and blisters. Dura growls and goes for me again, but I¡¯m a step ahead of her and deliver another body blow. She has me beat in Attack and Defense, but Speed is king. ¡°Dura no lose so easy!¡± The Ogress punches the earth harder this time, making it shatter beneath her strength. The pieces of debris flying in all directions are impossible to dodge. They don¡¯t do much damage, but they slow me down. I cross my arms and summon a burning aegis as an Ogress fist strikes dead center. My feet skid backward several feet as I disperse the force of the blow, my legs shaking for a few precious seconds while I recover. I''m lucky that wasn''t a clean hit. My arms will be sore tomorrow! Dura¡¯s next punch almost catches me off-guard, but I leap into the air at thest second. The Ogress¡¯s fist whistles under my paws as I flip over her head with a mestep double-jump andnd behind her. I half-stumble on thending, but p my thighs to regain myposure. Keep moving! That may not go as well for me next time. I need to end this! A burst of fire from my elbow propels my me-coated fist even faster, leaving a bruise as well as a scorch mark. Rocket Punch! That actually makes Dura flinch. I take advantage of her brief pause to chain a series of attacks together. Right, left, right, left, right! Faster! Faster! My fists hammer home like meteors, sending shockwaves through her body as they connect and mes burst from the points of impact. I follow my rain of blows with a burning roundhouse kick to the head. Dura''s face whips to the side, a trail of smoke rising from her cheek. Her head bows and she goes down on one knee, so I step back and prepare for round two. The Ogress supports herself with a fist on the ground, muscles bulging, and I know she''s got a lot of fight left in her, but she doesn¡¯t stand. ¡°Dura keep fightin¡¯¡­ will lose. Dura¡­ yield.¡± The Ogress¡¯s injuries don¡¯t look too severe, and it¡¯s not like she was out of options, but I see why she surrendered. Alex will kick our butts if we fight until we¡¯re too wounded to continue! The name of the game was establishing amanding lead to make the other fold. My assault must have done enough damage she knows she won¡¯t be able to hide the bruises if she gets any more. ¡°I ept. Now, let¡¯s get those burns treated before Alex or Gabby notice.¡± I lead her back to Isabe by the hand even though she doesn¡¯t need help walking. It¡¯s like if I let her go my victory will stop feeling real. ¡°Bel, babe, can you give us a hand?¡± Isabe stops shoving her cock between Moka and the mouse¡¯s mons pubis¡ªone girl lying on top of the other belly to belly¡ªlike a sausage between two ultra-soft buns to look at us. ¡°You two didn¡¯t take long! That¡¯s my Suki!¡± ¡°Rub Dura nose ¡¯n it, why don¡¯t?¡± ¡°Ease up, Bel. It¡¯s no hard feelings, and I couldn¡¯t have won like I did without Alex¡¯s Power Bond." Not to mention her Ogre Club would''ve changed things. "Dura is really strong.¡± My words seem to salve the Ogress better than any ointment. Your opponent¡¯s respect takes some of the sting out of a loss. The flowery cactus girl approaches us with a piece of aloe she just grew and applies it like lipstick. ¡°Tell me where it hurts~¡± It takes some cajoling to make Dura admit to any pain, but Isabe is eventually able to kiss all the Ogress¡¯s blisters and scorch marks away. Thenes the fun part. ¡°Dura, I won our duel. As victor, I¡¯m ready to im the spoils.¡± The Ogress pouts at the reminder of her loss despite it not being more than a few minutes old, but grudgingly asks, ¡°How want?¡± I grin. ¡°On all fours. Like a bitch in heat.¡± ¡°Hmph.¡± Dura tries to act like it¡¯s no big deal, but I catch a glimpse of her face flushing with embarrassment as she gets in the submissive pose. Is this what she wanted all along, but was too proud to ask? I stare at the rock-hard, yet juicy peach of her ass, the rough, wrinkled rosebud of her pucker, her rounded clitoral hood holding a big clit the size of a walnut, and the ruffledbial curtains around her drooly entrance. Inhaling deeply, I savor the rich and addictive musky odor of her sweaty sex. Before anything else, I need to taste her. Another idea urs to me. If I can make a ming cock¡­ I focus my will around my tongue to lengthen and thicken my oral member. Isabe and Moka¡¯s eyes bulge before I dive in headfirst between Dura¡¯s massive buttocks. ¡°AHH!¡± the Ogress groans, then sucks air through her teeth as my ming tongue sizzles against the liquid arousal pouring from her entrance. I lick her from top to bottom,ving over her pussy and circling her asshole. Can¡¯t get enough of her vor! ¡°Ugh!¡± she moans as my tongue plunges into her feminine channel, wriggling deep before I reel in my member coated with her boiling fluids. Mmm. I kiss her cunt and orally thrust back inside Dura, going further than before, making her lower her head as intense sensations overwhelm the Ogress. Her back arches and shudders at my burning touch. Then I withdraw my prehensile firetongue and send it lower to encircle that big fat clit. I suck her heavy, meatybial folds into my mouth and shove three fingers into her juicy hole. ¡°Fff, ugh! Ahh! Ahhhn!¡± Dura cries as I roll my ming tongue around her huge clit while suckling herher lips and fingerbanging her cunt. All it takes is a few more seconds of this barrage before her whole body convulses and her pussy tightens on my digits. ¡°Ahhhnnn!¡± Her chest heaves for breath and she hammers the ground with a fist, making a dent in the earth as she violently cums from my attentions. Standing, I change my focus from my firetongue to forming my ming cock. Dura is a really big girl, though. What seemed almost too huge for Isabe to handle won¡¯te close to reaching the ten-foot-tall Ogress¡¯s cervix, let alone make her beg for more. Taking my previous size as a baseline, I feed it more magic to increase the length and girth to something that would be impressive even on an Ogre¡¯s massive frame. I press my bulbous ns against her steamy cunt hole. Dura looks over her shoulder after feeling the mammoth member prodding her entrance. Her eyesnd on my glowing me rod and go wide before raising her questioning gaze to mine. I give her a devious, toothy smile, grab her hips, and pull her onto me while thrusting inside. My burning cock is magically smooth and frictionless. It doesn¡¯t need lubrication, even though Dura is sopping wet. Her pussy wees me into its folds for the first few inches, proving her capacity is not to be underestimated, but then the going gets tight as she¡¯s spread to the fullest. I stare inside her gaping hole through my transparent member and lick my lips. Being big is amazing, and having a sheath on hand that can take everything I dish out is awesome. Any movement sends res of pleasure through my root and up my spine to ignite my inner mes of passion. I want more! I want to make her scream! A burst of fire from my tail adds force to my thrust as I hammer home inside her cunt with my massive red rocket. I feel an impact along my length as my tip pounds against her cervix. ¡°AHHN!¡± Dura¡¯s thighs tremble and yield,nding her t on the ground with her hands wing at the dirt. Reverberations from hitting Dura¡¯s core roar through my cock and resonate in my clit. I stifle a moan and force myself to keep fucking the prone beauty. Fiery power explodes from my tail in bursts that propel my hips to smack loudly against the Ogress¡¯s ass again and again. ¡°AHH! AHH! AHH! AHHN!¡± Dura cries each time I m home. Her body shivers with aftershocks and she clenches in anticipation of my next blow. Resisting all impulses, I pull out with my tip positioned at her entrance and say, ¡°Beg for me!¡± ¡°Eh?¡± I smack her ass with an Ogre Strength p, leaving a red handprint on her pale butt cheek. Her gaping cunt winks at me as if silently begging despite her reluctance. ¡°Say you¡¯re my bitch!¡± ¡°N-Nn, Ahn!¡± I smack her other cheek with an even harder p powered by a burst of me, interrupting her denial and making her moan. Her pussy convulses and squirts at me as her ass involuntarily quakes. ¡°S-Suka,¡± Dura hesitates as she levels a gaze clouded by lust over her shoulder at me. Her pale features are flushed with desperate need. The Ogress¡¯s hunger for pleasure and my spanking treatment seems to have finally battered down her walls. ¡°Please, hurry ¡¯n fuck Dura like bitch in heat!¡± Victory thrills through me like a thermal I ride topletion. A tail re shoots my hips forward to bury my burning rod deep in her depths. I roll my hips and pound her into the soil with all my borrowed strength and repeated mestep bursts. Dura can¡¯t do more than raise her ass for me to hump in my orgasmic flurry. She wails her pleasure as I m her pussy with my enormous me cock and p her butt until it¡¯s red. Then her inner walls squeeze my length like an impossibly powerful vice as she cums for me. ¡°AHHHNNN!!!¡± My raging inferno erupts in a shower of feminine juices that coat my thighs. Then I copse atop my massive lover without bothering to withdraw or reduce my fiery member. My tail wags happily while I revel in the moment. I¡¯ve been wanting to do this to Dura since the day I met the sexy Ogress, even if I didn¡¯t want to admit the fact aloud. On top of everything, I¡¯ve taken a step toward earning my ce as Alex¡¯s mate. ¡°Suka, can I be next in line to try out your metongue?¡± Moka says from beside me as she strokes my tail me. ¡°Look what you¡¯ve done, Suki!¡± Isabe says in fake outrage. ¡°You¡¯ve made a huge mess. I suppose I¡¯ll have to clean up the smelly fluids all over Dura¡¯s ass and thighs myself.¡± She sighs in with false discontent and shrugs as if taking on a huge burden. ¡°Not to mention you¡¯ve creamed your own thighs! I bet you expect me to wipe away all that sweat and musk you¡¯ve worked up with my tongue as well? Huh? Am I right? You¡¯d better be grateful!¡± It looks like Isabe has kept some of her prickly personality despite whatever evolution she underwent. That¡¯s fine; I¡¯ve gotten to like the way she is. ¡°Suka, ¡®nother round, maybe?¡± Dura begs. If she insists¡­ I sigh while suppressing a grin. It¡¯s going to be a long night. 127. A Quiet Night in Fieldton, Part 1 (R-18) 127. A Quiet Night in Fieldton, Part 1 (R-18) Spoiler Dark themes, trauma from abuse [copse] Returning to Field Town, we find the party fully underway. Everyone is chatting, snacking, and fucking. A mouse boy feeds a Hobgoblin from a cup of rocky mountain oyster cherries while they lounge in each other¡¯s embrace, a Harpy girl and the captured pregnant Pitcher woman rub their breasts and pussies together while passing blood orange juice back and forth in a slow, messy kiss, and I see a Dire Wolf that Cottontail captured has knotted the Goblin girl forest prisoner who seems content to stay the little spoon for a few hours. It¡¯s a beautiful sight. We¡¯re only missing a lion Neko lying down with the Lambies. ¡°Wee back, heroes!¡± Aello greets us immediately, eyes half-lidded with easygoing pleasure. The Harpy Matron must really have a thing for prey monsters. The former terror of the skies above Fuzzy Field reclines happily on a pile of Spindle¡¯s purple cushions with a mouse boy eating her pussy, a bunny boy on each breast, and a third bunny rubbing her shoulders while a second mouse boy feeds her from an armful of peeled eyeball grapes. A pair of male Harpies fan the lot of them with their wings. ¡°How did it go?¡± Her small harem of furred attendants all seem to genuinely worship her mature curves and th, sexy body¡ªno threats or coercion necessary¡ªand there¡¯s plenty of Aello for the tiny males to share since she towers over them by several feet of height. I give an affable shrug, not wanting to air any Gabby-rted dirtyundry in front of one of our few third-tiers. ¡°Could be better, but at least we burned all the Twisted Apple Treefolk.¡± ¡°There is that,¡± Flou says, Megan nodding sagely, both of them no doubt recalling the circumstances of our first meeting. ¡°Well, there may be a handful or so that happened to be hiding on the opposite side of the forest at the time," I amend, "But we got dozens today.¡± ¡°Mmm, yes,¡± Aello says, half to the mouse between her legs and half to me, ¡°The Elderberry Tree always relied on hiding Treefolk in the forest to obfuscate their numbers. That old geezer never had the ambition to expand, content to squat there in the center of the region. It¡¯ll take decades for him to recover from what you¡¯ve done today.¡± Or one more push and the Forest will be free of that evil elder and his horrific hybrids. ¡°Need anything from me, Alex?¡± she asks despite clearly not wanting to get up. ¡°Nope, you¡¯ve done as I asked so far, just as I¡¯ve kept my end of things. Enjoy the night.¡± Then Aello¡¯s eyes fall on Gale, and they go wide as saucers. ¡°Gale, my baby bird, is that you!?! Come here and let Momma see you up close!¡± The Rainbird floats over to her mother, the simple feat earning herself proud ooh¡¯s and ahh¡¯s from the Matron. ¡°I didn¡¯t get a good look at you before, but your feathers¡­ you¡¯re a Rainbird! A Rainbird!!!¡± Aello crushes Gale against her bosom, crowding out the bunnies on her nipples who have to content themselves with side-boob for the moment. Happy tears stream from her eyes. ¡°It¡¯s been so many years! So many years since our little mountain had a high-ranked Harpy! Momma is so proud of you, baby!¡± ¡°Hurray! Gale is a good girl!¡± ¡°The best girl!¡± Aello agrees. Then she turns to me, ¡°Alex, you better not let Elder Grand w take her, now! You have to protect my precious one!¡± ¡°I wouldn¡¯t dream of letting her get kidnapped,¡± I say. Monal the colorful pheasant girl taps Gale on the shoulder to get her attention and the Rainbird pries herself away from her doting mother. ¡°Mistress Gale, your supper is ready.¡± A dramatic sweep of feathers reveals that Gale¡¯s attendants have gone to borate lengths to show their worth. Gale¡¯s jaw drops and drool pours from her mouth as she sees Rosie the ebony-skinned mingo girl has be the subject of the ancient human art of nyotaimori¡ªdozens of choice pieces of meat-fruit have been carefully cut by sharp talons into bite-sized shapes and skillfully arranged into flower shapes atop the Harpy woman¡¯s breasts, tummy, thighs, and mons pubis. Even I¡¯m tempted, and I¡¯m vegan. ¡°Mmm!!!¡± Gale hums in delight as she pounces on Rosie. ¡°Ahn!!!¡± Rosie moans as Gale thoroughly cleans every speck of vor from her skin. I should ask someone to set up a vegetarian version for me. Who do I most want to eat off of¡­? Chris the angora bunny girl dashes over to Megan and kneels before the Denki Nezumi with an armload of (thankfully) normal grapes, each hand-peeled. ¡°Would Mdy like a snack as she starts her night?¡± It seems this bunny is eager to get into the good graces of the sisters leading the New Warren. ¡°Yes, I would." Her eyes narrow dangerously. "Now, be a dear and hand those over to Sue; my head retainer can handle keeping me well-fed. Your responsibility is catering to Cottontail¡¯s every need and whim. I¡¯ll be dishing out suitable punishments if I discover you¡¯ve beenx in that duty.¡± ¡°Y-yes, Mdy,¡± Chris says, shivering as she gives the peeled grapes to Sue and retreats while curtseying. ¡°I should get back to the kids and take my shift watching them,¡± Gretta deres as she strolls away. ¡°Hey, is that Dous? Maybe I should go say hi first¡­¡± The humans are each very popr as pretty much every monster wants to test what legends say about humans being the bestys. Doug is no exception, the salt-and-pepper bearded man having gained a bevy ofdy friends¡ªthe Hobgoblin girls, female Harpies, mice, and bunny girls surround him while vying to be the next who gets to ride his dick. From the look of things, Gretta might be cutting in line¡­ Brenda is probably getting some new siblings soon, isn¡¯t she? Jonny sees us andes over with Bonny in his arms, a long line of female monsters trailing behind him eager for their taste of the young man. He, Brenda, and their little bigear mouse embrace as they¡¯re reunited. The Stone Ooze updates him on the Elderberry Tree situation as they head off to see what the night brings. I happen to see the pregnant Pitcher woman pick up her mouse boy partner and dash off after Jonny. This time I¡¯m positive she has a few extra flowers in her hair than before. I remind myself it''s fine as long as she doesn''t cause trouble... Olindia has already disengaged from Sue and it¡¯s early for her to return to my rent-free womb. ¡°Hey, boys, remember me?¡± the Pink Slime calls as she saunters over to a group of Harpy boys, where I recognize Yellow, Red, Blue, and Green hanging out while snacking on some cum-cumbers (a very messy fruit, indeed). They see her and freeze, expressions torn between wanting to escape and wanting to experience another round with the tentacr prostate-tickler herself. ¡°Flou, you want in on this action?¡± Looks like ¡®Slime solidarity¡¯ is at it again. Flou was kind of zoning out¡ªprobably due to her being extra distractable with three bodies and multiple viewpoints¡ªbut doesn¡¯t refuse the offer. It seems she¡¯s interested in double-teaming some cute Harpy butts alongside her Slime sister. Good for them. Kani stops Gabby from running off by blocking her egress with a giant crab w and says, "I''ll be taking this one for the first part of her punishment." The guilty Goblin doesn''t try to get away. "Perhaps Spindle can be of assistance?" the Wicked Weaver volunteers. The crustaceous girl raises an eyebrow. "What do you have you think I''d be interested in?" "Besides hands?" Spindle asks as she whisks away Gabby''s robes, leaving the curvy Goblin naked with her sulent peach and ripe melons on disy. No twisted wooden rod swings between her legs at the moment, just the grafting point on her crotch. "Besides hands." The Webling lifts Gabby onto the crab w with three arms and a grunt of effort, not exactly being the strongest orrgest monster present, while her fourth hand goes exploring the foam that conceals Kani''s crotch. Gabby submissively exposes a beautiful green slit between spread legs, fully prepared for the ¡®punishment¡¯ to begin, and Spindle lowers her pair of fangs to that fragranther flower. Hypodermic fangs pierce the Gobliness''s mons pubis to inject a potent brew that has the shortstack Herbalist sweating visibly as Spindle licks away two tiny beads of blood from the swelling sex. "Ahh, ahn, ahhh," Gabby moans from the barest brief contact of the spider girl''s tongue. Then Spindle gives Goblin girl''s pussy lips a slight brush with a finger, causing Gabby to arch her back and desperately thrust into the touch while keening, "Kyaaah!" Kani''s ovipositor stiffens in Spindle''s attentive, facilitating grasp, punctuating her words with a gentle squeeze, "Imagine what she''ll sound like with this thing in her." The crab girl gulps, dark skin already flushing darker from the stimtion and show. "Allow Spindle to take Miss Goblin''s rear from behind, and she''ll leave the cunt for your enjoyment." That does the trick. Soon, a hyperventting Goblin girl is bouncing on Kani''s prick while Spindle helps lift and m Gabby''s pussy down. The Webling shoves her face between the two shapely green half-moon buttocks to devour the Goblin''s rich, musky vor. Then she mounts Gabby, inserting her purple arachnid ovipositor in that perfect green pucker. The three of them harmonize their moans as Gabby gets double-teamed and double-prated, unable to form coherent words as her ass and pussy get stuffed by the two arthropod girls. I''ll check in on themter. Megan steals my attention away from the show with a subtle gesture and we make eye contact. She tilts her head in a slight nod at Sue, the frog girl too focused on staring unabashedly at all the surrounding interspecies debauchery to notice, and waggles her eyebrows in a not-so-subtle gesture. Hmm. A thought urs to me. "Sue, are you going to be okay out of the water? Where are you sleeping tonight?" I ask while approaching. "Um, well, my skin is getting dry, but it won''t kill me." The frog girl rubs her arms absently, the Froglin''s bodynguage reading as ufortable, but reluctant toin. Gale, finished with her meal, throws her dripping wings around Sue in a damp Rainbird hug. "You can sleep with me! I''m all wet for you!" When Gale says it, you know the innuendo is idental. "Oh, no!" Megan cries, "I didn''t even think of that. If I sleep with Gale now, I''ll get all pruny..." She clearly views this as the highest level of disaster. Admittedly, I''d hate to wake up super shriveled like I slept in a pool, too. "I need to look my best for my wives!" I can especially get behind that. "That''s terrible!!! Gale doesn''t want to make Megan wrinkly!" "As long as I don''t dwy out, I can pwoduce a moistuwizing mucus that''ll leave your skin soft as a bunny''s bottom!" Sue reassures them. The three of them hug again after discovering a nighttime routine that lets everyone cuddle. "I''m d that''s settled, but I was going somewhere else with this. Sue,e with me." I make to lead the frog girl outside the pavilion. Gale offers to take the grapes from Sue, kneeling to use her cleavage to hold them. It''s a thoughtful gesture, even if her ''tangerines'' aren''t really suitable for the job. Monal kneels across from Gale and presses herrge breasts against the Rainbird''s modest chest to make a proper serving tray. With eating grapes as a thinly veiled excuse, Megan gleefully motorboats the two Harpies on her tiptoes while standing on Rosie''s tummy. Looks like they won''t be bored without us! When I find a good spot near the Hut and not too far from the pavilion, I stomp with Earth Magic, causing a big chunk of dirt and rocks to pop up in response, and I shove it all aside. Then I do it again. I want this thing deep enough on one side for me to be neck deep, to have a side for Sue to stand on with her head above water, and a sort-of shelf for Megan. "Um, what are you doing, Lady Alex?" "Ultimately, I want to dig ake, but I figure I might as well start with a private bath for you. I think you''ve more than earned it." "T-thank you, M-Mdy." Sue bobs her head in another modest bow, then does it again as if deciding she didn''t go low enough the first time. I grab stones from the field I detect with Tremor Sense and use magic to shape them t. Then I begin coating the inside of the hole with them. "All I''m asking in return is that you take good care of my girls." "Yes, Lady Alex! Yes, of couwse!" Taking the extra stone, I build a lip around the hole to keep random dirt from falling in. Then I focus my Air Magic to shave the tiles perfectly smooth. "I''ve seen the way Megan stares at your tongue and tummy. It''s not my kink like I don''t especially care for ¡®water sports,¡¯ so don''t expect me to participate on either side of the equation, but I''m fine with it as long as nobody gets hurt. Enjoy yourselves with my blessing, no need to keep apologizing for eating my spouses or random people who give their consent." "Y-You''we extweemly genewous, Mdy. I''d nevew pwesume to ask it of my Mistwess, but if she makes the wequest..." Sue says with a soft, hopeful smile while gently cupping her belly like a woman imagining herself pregnant rather than a hungry predator looking for her next meal. Still, some things need to be said. I levitate all the stone scraps and dust away before filling the tub with Water Magic. "I''m extending a lot of trust even though I barely know you. Just realize that, if mice and bunnies start disappearing, you''ll be one of the first I question. And I shouldn''t have to mention anyone who harms my harem will be given over to Spindle''s dark side." Her Froglin eyes widen to the size of dinner tes while I use nt Growth Magic to surround the bath with short, soft foliage. "N-n-nevewr!!! I wouldn''t..." The fire goes out of her emphatic denial and Sue''s shoulders slump. She starts crying, more and harder the longer she speaks. "The only weason I evewr did is because Vawi stawved me until I was despewate. She said she wanted me to evolve into a Gulping Muck Toad to help pwotect the spwing, but I think she just liked to watch. She made me eat them alive or else get shocked, then listen to my tummy while they..." *Hic* "I hated it! But I was so, so hungwy. "Lady Alex, will you let me stay hewre even if I can''t evolve? I''ll nevewr go hungwy again with all this food, and I only have to eat a few times a month anyway. If Megan can put me to good use satisfying her cawrnel needs, that''s mowre than I desewve. Please, allow me to sewrve as hewr living sex toy until she gets tiwred of me¡ªthen you can give me to that hot spidewr girl. Being fed to another would be a..." *Sniffle* "Fitting end." Her confession melts my heart. I take the slippery frog girl in my arms and hold her close, wrapping my top pair around her shoulders while cupping the small of her back with my bottom pair of hands. She sobs into my chest using my breasts as a pillow to cry on. It feels intimate, but not sexual. Her tongue hangs limp and damp between us, squeezed pleasantly between our bellies. We stay like that for a few minutes listening to each other breathe as her hups and sniffles subside. I pull away to arm''s length. "Megan told me you were cuddle starved. Feel better?" She nods with downcast Froglin eyes, t ck pupils dividing mosaics of silver by moonlight. "I''m sorry for opening up old wounds. I wanted to scare you a little because I''m protective of them, but I think I went too far." She shakes her head and tries to speak but I silence her with a finger. "I take good care of my harem, and you''re in it now. Part of the family. Unless you betray me, I want to give you everything. Pleasure, children, and ake full of aquatic monsters for you to train how best to serve Megan." She giggles, her mood finally recovering. "Lots of cuddles, and lots of kisses." I peck her on the cheek, tasting the salt of her drying tears. "How about we get to know each other for a while? I''ll leave you with Megan for the night when shees to find us. In the meantime, I''m all yours." "Is it weally okay?" She looks toward the pavilion where we can see Gale, Monal, and Rosie triple-teaming Megan by the purple light of the strange Dark Magterns Spindle hung everywhere. The three Harpies are devouring the little mouse like proper predators, their mouths on her ass, pussy, and iming her lips with voracious kisses. They swap positions frequently, each of them more eager to taste Megan''s next hole than thest. "Do you think Megan didn''t know what I was up to pulling you aside? She''s the one who gave me the go-ahead. That''s the beauty of a harem that loves itself, Sue. It''s letting go of jealousy and embracing one another." I don''t have to fear that Megan, Gale, or anyone is cheating on me because I trust them. Their partners are part of my harem, or at least guests I invited to the Vegan orgy. Everyone here is free to share and change partners at will. "You''wre nothing like Vawi, Alex." Her hand reaches up to cup one of my heavy, pendulous breasts. Her mucus-slick fingers caress my green, reptilian scales like a well-oiled masseuse. "I''ll take that as apliment." I carefully fold my insectoid wings shut, lift my frog girlpanion in my arms, and step into the outdoor bath. We sink to the bottom, leaving our heads above water as weugh together. 127.5 Bonus Chapter! (Alex, Sue, R-18) 127.5 Bonus Chapter! (Alex, Sue, R-18) "You''wre nothing like Vawi, Alex." Her hand reaches up to cup one of my heavy, ripe breasts. Her mucus-slick fingers caress my scales like a well-oiled masseuse. "I''ll take that as apliment." I carefully fold my insectoid wings shut, lift my frog girlpanion in my arms, and step into the outdoor bath. We sink to the bottom, leaving our heads above water as weugh. "This feels gweat!" Sue exims, taking the chance to excitedly ssh around for the first time in hours. I don''t let her go, though. Adjusting her position in my arms, I hold her tight. "You''re about to feel even better." I rub my stiffening member against her green amphibian slit. Water isn''t a good lubricant for sex, but her natural mucus is quite pleasantly slippery. My head parts herbia to rub against the valley of herher petals. "Mmm," she hums as sheys her head in the crook of my neck and her half-lidded eyes drift upward into the night sky. My four arms run along the slickness of her back, the smooth arc of her shoulder des, the thick circumference of her muscled thighs, and the plump expanse of her delicious booty. Sue grinds into me, the soft pressure of our sexes drawing forth a steady stream of Froglin slime that coats my rod. I dip my head to nuzzle against hers. Sue lowers her gaze to meet mine, but I close my eyes and go in for a kiss. I hit the edge of her mouth; there''s no way we can kiss properly with her tongue lolling out. But I press my lips to the side of her oral member and give it soft nibbles. She gets the idea and reels her tongue in, except I capture the tip between my lips. Sue raises her brows in confusion. I know how sensitive Sue''s tongue is and that I can basically treat it like a prehensile cock. And I love to pleasure my girls. Applying suction that pulls her oral member into my mouthmunicates my intention¡ªI want to deepthroat her. When she guesses my intention, she eagerly thrusts herself against the back of my throat. I invoke my Tamer training to ruthlessly suppress my gag reflex and swallow. At the same time, I angle my hips to slip my tip into her entrance. She''s cold-blooded, her interior cool and refreshing against my hot flesh both above and below. Her saliva is neutral-tasting, but her pussy is incredible; bursting with juices. Olindia''s cunt is the only other hole I''ve been inside that can rival this amount of fluid slickness. "Mmmnn, mmm!!" Sue moans as my lips lock with hers, the Froglin''s tongue smushing against my uv and my dick parting her folds. Then her legs lock around my waist, and I know I''m in for one hell of a time. I don''t fuck her, she fucks herself using my cock like a dildo. The Froglin wrenches back before pulling herself onto me with a powerful contraction of her legs while her tongue wriggles deeper into my throat. I''m balls-deep in my frog girl lover before I can blink. The water churns around us like a violent storm. Sue humps me like a woman possessed in her quest for climax. It''s all I can do to hold on to that plush rump as her hips m into mine and her tongue makes my throat bulge. I feel her length throbbing inside my gullet. My dick is being gulped by a greedy river monster that won''t let go. Fluids slosh around inside her as my rod plunges into her channel again and again. "Mmm, mmmm!!" I clutch her ass like I''m grasping for shore while caught in the white-water rapids. Our breasts bounce together like buoys. Our tummies rub against one another, smooth scales on mucus-slick skin. Her tongue drops into my stomach, and I feel myself filling up with her before she starts fucking my throat in and out. I''m getting screwed on both ends and it''s fantastic. I love the way she squirms when I swallow on her tongue. It''s such a delightfully sensitive appendage. The tip of my dong is banging her cervix repeatedly and it''s driving her wild. Then her whole body shudders. "Mmmph mph mmmmmph!!!" Sue screams into my mouth as she cums on my rod and a fresh wave of sticky-slipperyher juices sploosh onto my crotch. I let her catch her breath through her nose for a few seconds. It''s a wonderful embrace we''re sharing even if I can''t breathe. That ends up being the reason I rush the cute frog girl through her climax to start a second round. As amazing as the first round was, I didn''t quite finish. This time, I use her ass as my handlebars as I plow into the Froglin''s gushing pussy. "Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Mmwxx!" Her voice is so sexy when she''s trying to say my name with her mouth full. I fuck her through a secondary climax evidenced by her cunt grasping and clutching at me as her tongue spasms in my throat. I''m almost there and elerate into the finale. Then she stops and makes to push me away. I deny my orgasm toply, sliding my shaft free with a dissatisfied shlorp, though I make no secret of my pained expression as withdrawing gives me a serious case of the blue balls. Well, I don''t have testicles right now, but maybe I should equip them using my Human mark? It''d be interesting to try them out at least once. Sue slurps up her tongue, reeling it in from where it spooled in my belly, through my esophagus, and out my mouth like a long strand of spaghetti. She almost cums again from just that, writhing, quivering, and moaning all the while with her digits absently plundering her pussy as if in a trance. "Sowwy, Alex," she says, sheepish as a Lamby upon recovering herposure. "I knew you wewre about to cum, but I wanted to talk to Megan fiwrst. I''d pwefewr to let her decide what to do with my womb. Sowwy again, it''ll be weal embawwassing if she says I should just have youwr spawn..." Ah. Now I feel dumb. "No, you''re right." She is the Denki Nezumi''s retainer. "I got caught in the moment and forgot to ask. We definitely shouldn''t do this without Gale and Megan." Stupid me, but I''m so used to impregnating my lovers at this point it was almost assumed. She leans into me again, webbed fingers wrapping around my waist, her face buried in the hollow of my throat, and I embrace her. Blue balls aren''t so bad knowing no offense was intended. She''ll probably let me jerk off onto her tits if I ask. "That was weally nice, Alex. You''we an amazing lover, taking my tongue like that. I''ve still got the shivewrs!" She shudders with aftershocks of ecstasy in my arms. I grin back. "It was fun having you ride me, too. You''re wee to hop on this thing whenever it''s free." "I-I couldn''t possibly, not before my Mistwess, not wight in front of her..." Laughing, I reply, "Then I order you to do it. Make it clear it''s my fault. Maybe I want Megan to punish me~" "You didn''t see hewr kill Vawi. She''s a tewwible and beautiful Mistwess. It''s an honowr to be her wetainer." Sue''s tone makes it clear Megan''s disy of power was both a turn on and absolutely terrifying. Maybe that''s why she''s attracted to me, too, or it could be my human pheromones. "Yeah, Megan is really something. You know, we''d met before briefly, but only got to know each other because of Gale. We both fell in love with that adorable Harpy, and she brought us together. Megan had self-confidence issues when we met, but I guess biting a Harpy Matron and fucking a bunch of scary predators does things to a mouse, right?" "Mistwess did all that as a mouse..." "That''s enough about her. Sue, tell me what you want if I can''t cum inside. Your treat." I''ll feel better about a selfish request after satisfying her desires. "Hmm, Alex is vewy genewrous," she says while grinding her slimy cameltoe against me. My painfully stiff rod slides through her slick valley as the frog girl moves in arcs of agonizing bliss. "I feel bad about that, though. You''ve been so good to me but haven''t even cum. Let me finish you, first." "No objections here!" I smile so hard it hurts. Then she slips beneath the water with a predatory, mischievous smile. I can¡¯t see anything beneath the surface due to the dim lighting of the moon and Dark Magterns, so it¡¯s a wee surprise when I feel Sue wrap her tongue around me again. She loops her oral member around my girth once, twice, thrice, quice, and fice before her lips close around my tip. It seems she wants to use her mouth. Well, it is her second-best asset. An underwater blowjob sounds awesome! Judging by the abilities I saw from gaining her marks, she doesn¡¯t have to surface for air. That means I can seriously rx. I activate me Magic in the bath from a finger, creating enough light to see Sue by for a moment. She hesitates a second while assessing my magic before deciding it¡¯s nothing to worry about and continues taking me into her throat. Then the boiling bubbles from the small point of heat obscure her from vision. A small application of me Magic isn¡¯t enough to heat the whole bath instantly. Rather, the water gradually warms to something pleasant, and I resolve to cut the bubbles if things gets too steamy. At the same time, Sue swallows my rod into her gullet and mps down on my length. The velvetyyer of her tongue around my cock serves as a barrier between me and her teeth, making for a truly smooth ride as she bobs up and down on my shaft. ¡°Mmm, that¡¯s nice,¡± I say to myself as I sink down to my neck in the warm bubbling water and luxuriate in the lewd sensationsing from beneath the roiling surface. ¡°What¡¯s nice, Alex?¡± I turn to see Jonny strolling over, the young man likely attracted to the roiling water glowing in the dark. ¡°Oh, um¡­ this... this water! It¡¯s been days since I had a proper bath, you know.¡± I¡¯m not sure why I¡¯m lying to Jonny. Maybe I want to see his expression when he realizes what¡¯s really going on? He nods as he sits down next to me on the soft grass. ¡°That makes sense. I haven¡¯t been away from home as long as you.¡± I look around. ¡°Howe nobody¡¯s with you?¡± I find it hard to believe my young, handsome, human bachelor boyfriend would be without a partner at this party. ¡°Oh,¡± he shrugs, ¡°I said I needed to take a leak, and that I¡¯m piss-shy. Honestly, I wanted a minute to process.¡± ¡°Did something h-happen?¡± Sue grabs my breasts, her covert action still concealed by bubbles, sending a mild jolt through my system from the sudden stimtion that causes a mild stutter midsentence. Her saliva is thick and slick in the water as she slurps on my rod. It takes some concentration to keep from showing any sign of pleasure on my face. ¡°Nothing to worry about!¡± he quickly reassures me, raising his open palms to show he isn¡¯t holding anything back. ¡°I¡­ l-lost my anal virginity.¡± ¡°O-oh?¡± I flinch a little as Sue tweaks my nipples, spreading sweet sparks through my chest. I nce down to confirm she¡¯s not visible at all through the spume despite the glow from my me Magic. ¡°I hope it was good.¡± First-time anal stories are usually a mixed bag. Jonny gives me an embarrassed smile and says, ¡°It was¡­ magical.¡± He skooches closer to me and sticks his feet in the water to ssh them a about. Sue at the bottom of the pool twitches at the intrusion before continuing my blowjob. She reels in her tongue, swirling its length around my shaft before reapplying the oral wrap and sucking everything back into her mouth. Iy my top pair of arms along the rim of the bath. I am a little curious even if pegging dudes isn¡¯t at the top of my fetish list... unless they¡¯re super cute and have a bubble butt like Drosera. When ites to hot guys like Jonny, I prefer to catch anal rather than pitch. ¡°T-tell me all about it, b-buddy,¡± I encourage while struggling topose my features while Sue picks up the pace. She¡¯s taking me all the way to the root and kissing my crotch each time she goes down. Jonny proceeds to give me the detailed y-by-y, him surprising Brenda with the offer, her giving him a massage to help rx, the Slime girl starting with a finger to the prostate and fetio to rev his engine before flipping him onto his back and going to town on his ass in missionary position. All I can think about, though, is Sue absolutely worshipping my cock underwater. She sucks so hard it feels like my soul is about to depart through my dick. ¡°It was so romantic! The way Brenda scrunches up her face when she climaxes with her dick is so cute¡­ and I didn¡¯t even know guys could cum like that! I know they told us about it in ss, but it¡¯s totally different experiencing it yourself. Prostate orgasms are like a whole new world!¡± ¡°Uh, huh,¡± I try to pay attention while my eyes roll up into my skull. ¡°Fff,¡± I muffle a cry as Sue sticks a finger in my ass and another in my pussy. Her digits are amply lubricated by her Froglin mucus, allowing them to slip inside without warning. ¡°And it felt super-hot having her big jugs bouncing on me while she did all the work. I''m notmitting to ''receiving'' every time I have sex, but it makes me curious to take up Gabby and Spindle¡¯s offers sometime.¡± ¡°Sp-Sp-Spindle,¡± my hands clench the lip of the bath as Sue holds me in her throat, Froglin lips on my crotch, and works her tongue back and forth. She simultaneously works her nimble fingers into myhers, pumping my ass and rubbing my g-spot, while pinching my nipple with the other hand. My feet find purchase on the bottom of the bath as my body clenches up with impending orgasm. ¡°Y-you¡¯ve got to watch out for Spindle,¡± I manage between gasps. ¡°Surrender your ass to her, and who knows when you¡¯ll get it b-back.¡± Heughs. ¡°Yeah, I heard about her aphrodisiac venom and the way she ties up people." ¡°Y-Your, hhhrrrk, f-funeral.¡± I grind my teeth holding my jaws shut as my body convulses, pussy squirting juice onto Sue¡¯s fingers, and the Froglin drains my ''blue balls,'' sucking excessive amounts of my seed into her belly. "Unh!" ¡°Doing alright, Alex? Did you spend too long in the hot water?¡± Jonny says. ¡°Yep! I mean, no, y-yeah, I¡¯m doing juuust f-fine. I¡¯ll be out in a minute, don¡¯t worry about me. Get everything off your chest?¡± ¡°Sure did. Thanks for listening, Alex. You¡¯re a good girlfriend.¡± He leans down to give me a kiss, which Inguidly reciprocate in the delicious high of my post-nut state. ¡°Don¡¯t stay out here alone for too long; there are a lot of people looking for you inside!¡± Jonny says cheerfully as he stands and returns to the party. Sue surfaces next to me, and I nt a deep kiss on her mouth still salty with my vor. ¡°Was that the human male, Jonny?¡± she asks, curious. ¡°Yeah, and he didn¡¯t suspect a thing the whole time.¡± I don¡¯t feel bad about tricking him since it was all in good fun, and the thrill of having hidden sex was a unique treat. The Froglin girl throws her arms around me, ¡°I hoped it was something like that when I sensed him appwoach. Youw¡¯re wee to use me like that anytime. Naughty things like that awe a big turn-on.¡± I kiss her again, and we make out for a few minutes while our bodies rub together using her slick mucus for lubrication. Our breasts slip and slide against one another and I¡¯m back to full hardness in seconds thanks to Bunny Patron Stamina. My erection grinds between herbial lips as my lower pair of arms roam her plump butt and thick thighs. After we finally part so I can take a breath, I sigh and say, ¡°I see why Gale and Megan want you. They¡¯re in for a delightful night. Let me get them, and I¡¯ll send you one of the Fuzzy folk with a sampler te for your dinner. Which would you like, mouse or bunny?¡± She demurs with a grateful smile, ¡°I don¡¯t have to eat as often as you wawrm bloods, and it¡¯s been a while, so I¡¯m I¡¯ll all clean down thewre¡­ if you want to use my butttewr~¡± I bite my lip. ¡°If you keep tempting me like that, I¡¯ll be here all night, and I sadly have other important matters to attend to. I¡¯ll see youter, Sue.¡± I''m not in such a rush that I''ll skip a farewell makeout sesh, though. The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone! 128. A Quiet Night in Fieldton, Part 2 (R-18) 128. A Quiet Night in Fieldton, Part 2 (R-18) After finishing my private date with Sue, I return to the pavilion. Most people have eaten their fill of the perverted fruit by this point and small groups are gradually splitting off from the party. I watch a couple of bunny boys lead the Hobgoblin girls hand in hand into the Warren tunnels. The Dire Wolf knotted in a Goblin girl has attracted a few harpies that use their wings to cover their little band like nkets while their bodies grind together under feathery cover. Doug and Gretta are making babies next to the adult Doggin and Orc rutting the Fruit Nymph Nicole and a mouse girl. I¡¯m happy things have gone so smoothly thus far. I find Megan ¡®bullying¡¯ Jonny and Bonny when I return to where I left her. By that, I mean she¡¯s riding his dong reverse-cowgirl style like an ancient human auto-stroking onahole set to max speed. Her tiny ass rises and falls rapidly as she jackhammers her sheath on his rod until the young man clutches futilely at the ground and blows his load with a loud groan. ¡°There,¡± Megan sighs as she lifts her creamed thighs from Jonny¡¯s crotch until his cock pops free, ¡°Now we¡¯ll be even for that time you stole Cottontail¡¯s seed¡ªonce you¡¯ve cleaned me out.¡± The Denki Nezumi¡¯s tail wraps around the bigear mouse girl¡¯s throat and pulls her close. Then she notices my approach. ¡°Oh, Alex! Back so soon?¡± Jonny is in no shape to talk; he¡¯s dizzy from the speedy milking and hasn¡¯t recovered his wits. Gale and Brenda are ying together (the Stone Ooze girl¡¯s Green Slime cock is buried in her ass as the Harpy bends forward and raises her butt in the air), and Brenda¡¯s sister Marcy the banana-cocked Fruit Nymph fucks Lucinia¡¯s Siren cloaca while sucking on the bird girl¡¯s double D¡¯s. ¡°I didn¡¯t want to hog Sue all night, and I¡¯ve got other harem members who deserve my attention as well.¡± Looking over my shoulder, I see a curious mouse wandering too close to the new pool get instantly nabbed and pulled underwater. I guess that even the sweet Froglin has predatory instincts that can¡¯t be denied. My trust extends far enough to not disturb them, but I¡¯ve known for a while that we¡¯ll have to triple-check that no one has gone ¡®missing¡¯ tomorrow morning with all this carnivore-prey interaction. ¡°From what I can tell, she won¡¯t be lonely.¡± ¡°Good,¡± Megan says while Bonny obediently drinks Jonny¡¯s milk from between her legs. ¡°She deserves some R&R.¡± ¡°Alex!¡± I whip around to find Suka approaching with a cactus girl, a bunny girl, and a mouse boy in tow. The wolf girl is wholly transformed from this morning. Her long hair and the fur on her forearms, paws, lower legs, perky canine ears, and fluffy tail have all be burning mes! Even her sex is shrouded by curly tongues of fiery pubic hair like a tantalizing curtain. Suka¡¯s features are radiantly beautiful by the light of her own fire. My jaw drops. ¡°Fuck, you look awesome!¡± Suka steals my line as she eyes me up and down, her eyes lingering on my new monster features. I return the favor, taking note her breasts are unchanged¡ªmodest peaches on her slender, athletic figure¡ªbut, in my eyes, nothing could possibly make her hotter. Variety is the spice of life and I wouldn¡¯t change a thing! I open my arms to embrace her, but she gestures to herpanion, saying, ¡°Allow me to formally introduce you to my Mate. This is Isabe. Bel, this is Alex, my Alpha.¡± It¡¯s surprising to hear her call me that, but I take it as a peace offering between us considering Suka is introducing this nt girl as her Mate¡ªotherwise, I might have questioned the Cactus Treefolk¡¯s intentions with my woman. Or is she a Flower Dryad? Maybe both, if that''s possible. Isabe stands a few inches taller than Suka, withparatively bombastic proportions: slim waist, wide hips, thick thighs, and melons bigger than Dura¡¯s. On top of that, she¡¯s got a ten-inch cock dangling between her legs that looks tasty as hell. She has smooth green skin but withrge needles periodically poking out from the sides of her arms and legs, not to mention the ring of spikes on her neck and wrists like a choker and wristbands. In contrast, her hair is white and downy soft with a hundred brown curved spines poking through the fluff. What makes me think she might be a Flower Dryad is the riot of colorful flowers of all shapes and sizes on her head as well as the ley of flowers perched atop her breasts and around her waist. The colors there are hot¡ªbright oranges, res of red, sunny yellows, and warm browns reminiscent of herpanions. ¡°N-nice to meet you, Alex. I¡¯m excited to finally meet my Mate¡¯s special someone. She talks about you constantly¡­ um, in a good way, of course!¡± The nt girl seems flustered by my appearance as well as the social situation, amusingly enough. Hmm, she is cute. I bet Suka has thoroughly milked her already, so there¡¯s no reason I can¡¯t take that big green monster rod for a ride, right? I take her hand in mine, bowing while I bring it to my lips for a kiss while meeting her gaze. ¡°The pleasure is mine.¡± Isabe blushes deep green and fans herself while Suka elbows her in the side while winking obnoxiously. I note with interest the cactus spines don¡¯t test my toughness when they brush my skin. Nor do they seem to harm Suka, either, with the two of them constantly exchanging small affectionate touches. ¡°This is Moka, my pet bunny girl from the Desert Warren.¡± My attention shifts to the smallfolk after identally ignoring the girl due to the two exciting new monster evolutions before me. I can¡¯t believe I overlooked this tantalizing treat! She¡¯s a dark chocte bunny girl with thin rows of tightly braided ck hair on her head, cottony fur on her extremities, and midnight dark skin. Her curves are to die for, her busty breasts like great hot cocoa teardrops, her ass a satin cushion, and her supple thighs sculpted from ebony. I bite my lip while nodding down at her, but my cock raises in salute. Moka stares at my monstrous body with wide eyes that look eager to be devoured. Suka justughs at my reaction, knowing full well my predilection for sexy bunnies. ¡°And this is¡­ hey, little guy, what did you say your name was again?¡± She gently shakes the mouse in a nt-leather jerkin she has gripped in one hand, jangling the bows and quiver full of needle arrows on his back to prompt a response. ¡°That¡¯s because I never gave you my name! You can pry it from my cold, dead body!¡± ¡°Oh, he¡¯s a prisoner, then?¡± I ask. That changes things. ¡°Yeah, I tried to be nice, Alex, honest! But I¡¯m no good at handling sensitive stuff like this, so I wanted to get him to you as soon as possible.¡± Smiling, I give Suka a one-armed hug and kiss her temple. Her ming hair is hot, but doesn¡¯t try to burn me when I get close. Fascinating! ¡°You did an amazing job today, Suka. Let¡¯s get everyone together and figure out what to do.¡± It¡¯s almost midnight by now, after all. ¡°Say,¡± Suka¡¯s gaze finally drops to the Denki Nezumi standing next to us and the bigear mouse girl on hands and knees eating her quim, ¡°You¡¯re that mouse fromst night¡ªthe one Gale had under her wing¡­¡± the wolf girl snaps her fingers, ¡°Cottontail¡¯s sister! Me-Memm-Meh-Megan, right?¡± I shouldn¡¯t be shocked she barely registered as more than a background character in Suka¡¯s mind before today. ¡°Love the look!¡± With a static crackle, the annoyed frown melts from Megan¡¯s face as she instantly flips to ttered. ¡°Thanks. You¡¯re certainly hot stuff as well,¡± she quips. ¡°What a coincidence, you¡¯ve got two sexypanions, and so do I. We should have a ¡®y date.¡¯¡± Suka looks at Bonny, the bigear mouse¡¯s face still held between Megan¡¯s ass cheeks by a tail shock-cor around the throat. A slight zap is administered whenever Bonny''s tongue slows or pulls away. ¡°Not this one. She¡¯s just settling up for a prior offense.¡± Suka nces about, confused, while Isabe preens at the Denki Nezumi¡¯spliment and Moka stares at the exceedingly Rare electric mouse with eyes as big as saucers. ¡°I see Gale¡­ why is she wet?¡± ¡°Both of mine are water affinity,¡± Megan exins, ¡°Sue is chilling in the pool Alex just made.¡± ¡°Please don¡¯t tell me I¡¯ve missed anything,¡± Gabby says, huffing and puffing as she trots over before Suka can follow up on the existence of a pool. She¡¯s naked except for her spectacles and sans wooden dildoes, excepting the graft root fused to her mons pubis. Her eyes light up as she says, ¡°Lesser Lupine mestalker! Desert Rose Dryad!¡± I bet she saw us talking and ran over hoping to hear firsthand ounts of their evolutions. ¡°Oh! Does that count as an extra mark for me?¡± I wonder. ¡°Doubtful,¡± Gabby tells me, the bad news only slightly dampening my eagerness to taste the cactus girl. *Huff, puff!* ¡°I believe they¡¯re a subtype of Flower Dryad,¡± *Huff, puff!* ¡°Determined by their evolutionary path.¡± ¡°What¡¯s got you out of breath, Gabbster?¡± Suka says, clearly flubbing a nickname attempt. ¡°Never again,¡± Gabby points a warning finger at the mestalker as she finally regains herposure. ¡°Miss Goblin was atoning for her sins with Spindle and our emissary from the Mermaid Cove,¡± the spider girl says as shees up behind Gabby, causing the Goblin shortstack to stiffen in a mixture of lust and fear unique to the Wicked Weaver¡¯s intimidating aura. Megan gives Gabby a knowing re that is strategically ignored. ¡°Mermaid?!?¡± Suka says while wagging her tail enthusiastically. ¡°Cancer,¡± Gabby corrects. ¡°Those are the crab girls with dicks, right? This sure is our kind of party, Bel!¡± Suka exims while grabbing her Mate around the waist, making the Dryad blush again. ¡°I-I¡¯d be happy just spending the night with you, Suki, but i-if you insist¡­¡± Isabe¡¯s pet name for the mestalker is adorable, and her prideful reticence makes me want to mess her up in a horny, sloppy way. ¡°Where did Cottontail go?¡± I ask after ncing about to no avail. ¡°Spindle believes she saw Miss Sweet Treat with the Nymph they call Serra.¡± I bet they¡¯re both having a great time. Those two could probably fuck till the sunes up with Serra¡¯s nymphomania and Cottontail¡¯s magically-enhanced posterior. ¡°Before we return to the festivities, let¡¯s do some nning,¡± I say. ¡°There¡¯s enough of us here to make a decision.¡± All respect to Cottontail and what she¡¯s achieved as the New Warren¡¯s headmistress, but she¡¯s not a tactician. The same can be said of Gale, Jonny, and Dura, whom I¡¯m sure has found some snacks and some snacks, *Wink, wink* ¡°I concur,¡± Gabby says. ¡°The first order of business should be a review of today¡¯s events to establish the status quo,¡± Spindel adds. It¡¯s one thing to hear a summary report through Flou while things are happening and another to let us thoroughly hash things out. In full agreement, I begin by retelling everything from my perspective, only to be interrupted after a few words. ¡°Please, sit, allow us to fetch refreshments,¡± Lois, Cottontail¡¯s MILF-y dormouse mom says as she and a half dozen smallfolk bring us spider silk pillows and exotic fruits to snack on. Once we¡¯re settled, with Megan using my thigh as a pillow while Suka, Isabe, and Moka cuddle together sweetly (the Needle Mouse has his hands bound with rope and gets stuck in the center of the circle with nowhere to run), I¡¯m able to tell my tale with minimal interjections. I review my meeting with Aello the Harpy Matron, reuniting with Jonny, and transforming Brenda. Then I exin how we met Drosera, lost Megan, and gained a plethora of present and former captives: the Sweet Beervae, the Prison Pen inmates, the kidnapped human and Mandragora children, Heather the Flower Dryad, and the three Fruit Nymphs. Lastly, I recount our failed battle with the Elderberry Tree. ¡°Wait, wait, wait,¡± Suka says, ¡°Why was it so important to fight him tonight? And without Dura or me, no less.¡± ¡°Um,¡± I hesitate before throwing Gabby under the proverbial ancient human public transit vehicle. ¡°Because,¡± Gabby sighs heavily as she adjusts her spectacles, ¡°I have special requirements to reach Goblin Witch. I need a third-tier nt-type article for use as a medium to interact with the leylines that I must ritualistically bind to myself over the course of an entire day. Even if we defeat the Elderberry Tree tomorrow, I won¡¯t have the time toplete my evolution by the start of the battle.¡± Suka smiles a broad, wolfish grin upon hearing that. ¡°Which is why she went bananas during the fight and almost got Alex killed,¡± Megan supplies, making Gabby flush with shame. Spindle nods. ¡°Hence the atonement.¡± ¡°So, Gabby, you¡¯ve been bad,¡± Suka shows even more teeth in her smile. ¡°Indubitably,¡± the spider girl adds, liking Suka¡¯s attitude even if she¡¯s not sure where it¡¯s going. ¡°Then let me tell you what happened to us.¡± Suka proceeds to detail her day, from the skirmish with carnivorous Cactus folk, to the scrap with Sand Goblins, Isabe¡¯s rescue, and the Sand Worm chase. Gabby listens with rapt attention as Suka tells us about Steeltooth, the Kobolds captured by the Goblin Sheikh, Opal¡¯s abrupt evolution under pressure, and her own inspiration to initiate a trial by fire. Then everyone¡¯s eyes glitter with understanding as she draws a certain object from behind her back to brandish before our eyes. ¡°I was running on instinct the whole way, so I didn¡¯t bat an eysh when I felt the urge to grab a trophy from the Cactus Turret.¡± ¡°A TH¡ª¡± Gabby¡¯s greedy eyes sh behind her spectacles as she jumps to her feet in astonishment, ¡°TH-TH-THIRD-TIER CACTUS NEEDLE! GIMMIE, GIMMIE!!!¡± The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone! 129. Day 6: Choices, Choices 129. Day 6: Choices, Choices ¡°Then let me tell you what happened to us.¡± Suka proceeds to detail her day, from the skirmish with carnivorous Cactus folk, to the scrap with Sand Goblins, Isabe¡¯s rescue, and the Sand Worm chase. Gabby listens with rapt attention as Suka tells us about Steeltooth, the Kobolds captured by the Goblin Sheikh, Opal¡¯s abrupt evolution under pressure, and her own inspiration to initiate a trial by fire. Then everyone¡¯s eyes glitter with understanding as she draws a certain object from behind her back to brandish before our eyes. ¡°I was running on instinct the whole way, so I didn¡¯t bat an eysh when I felt the urge to grab a trophy from the Cactus Turret.¡± ¡°A TH¡ª¡± Gabby¡¯s eyes sh behind her spectacles as she jumps to her feet in astonishment, ¡°TH-TH-THIRD-TIER CACTUS NEEDLE! GIMMIE, GIMMIE!!!¡± Suka snatches the needle away from the greedy Goblin as Gabby makes a grab for it. ¡°Not so fast, short stuff. I hope you haven¡¯t forgotten what you put me through after I lost our bet yesterday, because I¡¯m going to remember it for a long, long time. You know what they say, what goes around¡­¡± Cums around, everyone seems to autplete in their minds. ¡°Yes, yes, yes, please, please, please,¡± Gabby begs the wolf girl on her knees, ¡°I¡¯ll do anything! Anything! W-we need it for the war, tell her Alex, we need it to win the war!¡± I shrug, stifling a smile, ¡°Sure, we need it, but that¡¯s all the more reason for you to earn it from Suka no matter the cost.¡± I don¡¯t want to give her an easy out when I like the way this scenario is headed. With her appeal to me failed, Gabby returns her pleading gaze to Suka, who gives a lupine grin and a tant eyebrow waggle, ¡°I think you¡¯ve got a very good idea of what I want.¡± After a moment of hesitation, Gabby mumbles, ¡°M-make me your b-bitch.¡± ¡°That¡¯s the spirit!¡± Suka celebrates while twirling the needle in her fingers. ¡°Keep that up and you¡¯ll find this under your pillow in the morning.¡± Humiliated, and maybe a little turned on, Gabby sits back on her heels and tries to hide the wetness running down her shapely legs as Suka finishes the story with how Isabe became a Desert Rose Dryad. That factoid sparks a thought in my mind. Looking over, I see the Pitcher woman has coincidentally taken Megan¡¯s spot on Jonny¡¯sp. The two of them are kissing with tongue while Jonny kneads her green ass with his fingers, and she grinds her core on his dick with her hands on his bulging hard pectorals. His touch drifts to the swell of her gravid belly, gently cing an affectionate hand over the burgeoning fruit of her union with another''s seed, and, before my eyes, little white flowers bloom in the hair above her ear as the two of them make sweet¡­ love? I get Gabby¡¯s attention and jerk my chin at the scene, ¡°Do you think the secret to making Flower Dryads is¡­¡± The Goblin girl catches my drift and nods solemnly. ¡°Hey, Jonny,¡± I call, ¡°What do you think of that Pitcher nt?¡± I trust my boyfriend not to put his foot in his mouth. The young man pulls away from the kiss to blearily blink at me with lust-drunk eyes, but he gathers enough wits together to answer. ¡°Who, Mulu? She¡¯s adorable¡ªshy, cute, and surprisingly gentle. She¡¯ll make a great mother.¡± Mulu flushes dark green as the number of flowers on her head doubles while she stares at Jonny with an awestruck gaze glistening with unshed moisture. I keep my mouth shut, or else something about how difficult that description is to believe will slip out. This Pitcher nt was raping Doug practically in front of his kids when I met her; a monster species I¡¯ve seen take special pleasure in dissolving their live victims with acid. Squaring that knowledge with what Jonny is saying seems a stretch to say the least. But the more he talks and cuddles the nt monster, the less she seems like a cruel Pitcher and more like a soft-edged flowery maiden. It does make one wonder about the nature of monsters. ¡°What happened to Gale and I isn¡¯t a long story,¡± Megan begins as she recounts her version of events from when we split, including her and Gale¡¯s evolutions. ¡°Hot,¡± Suka says when the mouse girl gets to the part where she ¡®meets¡¯ Sue. ¡°You¡¯re wee to join us,ter,¡± Megan invites with a sensual roll of her shoulder. ¡°Might take you up on that¡­¡± the wolf girl replies with a lick of her lips. Ignoring their antics, I take up the mantle of resuming the tale through our battle with the Elderberry Tree and subsequent loss. ¡°Considering Suka and Megan¡¯s ascension to third tier as a result of their encounters, I think we have to prioritize evolving as many of our allies tomorrow as possible.¡± *Cough* ¡°Lesser Lupine mestalker is second tier,¡± Gabby eeks out before the ming beauty levels a re her way. ¡°Excuse me? What part of this is ¡®Lesser?¡¯¡± Suka says, motioning to her burning hair and smoking bod. ¡°Yeah, I¡¯m a little confused,¡± I say, ¡°How is Suka only second tier after surviving against both the Sandworm and Cactus Turret?¡± ¡°What she said!¡± Suka readily agrees with me. ¡°Didn¡¯t Megan fuck her way to third tier? That¡¯s practically cheating¡­ not that there¡¯s anything wrong with that,¡± she hastily amends to keep in the little mouse¡¯s good graces. Megan nods in appreciation for being given face, then says, ¡°I was surprised when I felt it after big sis had her way with me. It shouldn¡¯t have been so easy, right?¡± ¡°Chalk it up to the smallfolk handicap,¡± Gabby says before scanning our faces and realizing we have no idea what she¡¯s talking about. Adjusting her spectacles in preparation for some light exposition, she continues, ¡°In terms of evolutionary requirements, prey monsters need ¡®Encounters¡¯ while predators ¡®Hunt¡¯ or ¡®y¡¯ or ¡®Defeat.¡¯ Think of it this way: simply surviving as low-tier smallfolk is difficult enough without extra stiptions.¡± I think I understand. A prey monster bes more powerful by escaping danger. A predator, on the other hand, must prove themselves dangerous. I wouldn¡¯t say it to her face but, for a supposed ¡®mestalker,¡¯ how must ¡®stalking¡¯ did Suka do today? The wolf girl shrugs, unconcerned. ¡°Whatever. That just means I need to kill some strong monsters tomorrow, yeah?¡± ¡°Indeed. Maximizing our potential is imperative. However, the question is how to do so efficiently,¡± Gabby states. ¡°Let¡¯s go by location, then narrow it down from there,¡± I suggest. ¡°First is the Western Sea. I could attempt to defeat the Kraken early. That might me a useful third tier ability for the war.¡± ¡°And it would leave us ndlubbers'' with a sizeable team to pursue other priority targets,¡± my Goblin wife says. Right, very few of mypanions can join me underwater. ¡°We should be considering each option from the perspective of either sending me or a ¡®B Team,¡¯¡± I say, ¡°Except the Western Sea, of course. I¡¯m the only one who can tackle that mission.¡± The rewards of that path may seem underwhelming, but it has the advantage of not having to do the jobter. As a side note, conquering the shoreline would open a ¡®path¡¯ between Field Town and my Hometown. Once she''s the strongest monster in the territory, Arie could safeguard the shoreline with a mermaid guard patrol. It''d be safe to fish for the first time in our recent history. ¡°If Vermillion wishes to venture under the mountain, Spindle will insist on apanying, and advise on including as many allies in the campaign as possible.¡± ¡°Possible earnings include at least one third tier encounter and possible Dark Magic spells,¡± Gabby adds. ¡°Not to mention ridding the region of a horrific fate,¡± I say. Thest thing I want to see is a tide of Servitorsing to sweep away everything we¡¯ve built after exhausting ourselves at war. If I don''t tackle it before the war, it''ll be my first priority afterward. ¡°Next, let¡¯s talk about my Hometown. While there isn¡¯t a third tier encounter waiting for me there, they have a small army of mixed monsters. The mayor may be willing to lend us aid If I can convince him we have a shot at gaining control of the region. That said, as much as I want to see my family and friends, I¡¯m not the only human avable for the trip.¡± ¡°Your human boyfriend,¡± Suka says with a hungry nce over at the scene of the young man making love to a nt girl. ¡°He¡¯s a mighty fine specimen.¡± ¡°Yes, he¡¯s a great boyfriend,¡± I say, ¡°But I don¡¯t expect him to change the mayor¡¯s mind on his own. That will probably require some demonstration.¡± ¡°But he can fetch us that Electric Ewe you mentioned!¡± Megan exims, having caught my drift. ¡°Exactly. Jonny by himself, with a few Harpies as bodyguards, can pop over to our Hometown for a few hours. All he has to do is convince Mrs. Fleece to show us her magic for Gabby to copy." And to share her Electric Ewe mark with me... "She doesn¡¯t have to fight in the war, just hop on over to spend the night in Field Town.¡± "You mean Fieldton," Suka helpfully volunteers. My only response at this point is a despondent re. "Anyways, Dura needs to go with him. She''s Human Hunter path, right? We need volunteers if we want a third tier Ogress by the day after tomorrow." "Not necessarily," my Goblin wife exins. "Or not at first. Dura needs a minimum of three humans, and five would be better, true, but defeating third tier monsters is more urgent. Her score is at zero as of now since she didn''t help us fight Aello." "And she can''t just beat up the big bird now because...?" Megan asks with a raised brow. "Because it wouldn''t be life and death," the Apprentice Witch replies. Hmm, maybe we can fly Dura to my Hometown at Sunset and cross our fingers she''s evolved by morning. I''m really liking this n. "Let''s set that in stone. My Team is ''A'' for Alex. Team ''B'' is whoever I don''t take with me, except for Team ''C,'' which will be Jonny and a flock of Harpies headed for my hometown. They''llnd him far enough away to not get attacked, then he walks in and grabs Mrs. Fleece along with anyone else who wants to join." "Regarding the Misty Grove," Gabby says while tapping on her thick, avocado-colored thighs, "Can we safely eliminate it from the running?" I shake my head. "There''s no guaranteed third tier encounter, true, but we know there''s a Library inside a dungeon hidden there that may be the key to understanding my origins. The Book of Monsters had to havee from there¡ª" "¡ªAnd a Library may contain Grimoires," Spindle eagerly taps the many fingers of her four hands together. "From my understanding, Flou, Olindia, and Brenda need Slime cores to evolve, not to mention the mysterious light I sawst time we stopped by." Only second tier cores and above will do for my gooeypanions, though even first tier cores have their uses saving lives on the verge of death or recing a destroyed Flou body. "It may be best to send a small exploratory team," Gabby suggests, "Unless we''re risking our limited remaining time on this gambit." Tomorrow is ourst chance to prepare for the war¡­ "Noted. Maybe we should take a return trip to Chatan Forest. With Aello flying us over during the day, we can all go and knock down that big, barked bastard before lunch." It''d only take a few hours since we know where he is. "There''s no sense sending the B Team to tackle this job; the Elderberry Tree is no weakling." Then thoughts of Mulu''s gradual conversion to our side finally bear fruit in my mind, "If we do kill the Elder, what about the remaining Treefolk? Would they fight for us in exchange for amnesty?" Mulu, still in cowgirl position atop Jonny, their limbs tangled, their bodies sweaty, his cum dribbling from her quim with hisid rod recovering between rounds, hears us and speaks, "It is possible. The Elder has ruled these woods as far back as anyone can remember. Seeing him in would shock and frighten everyone. They''d surrender, and listen to a powerful monster willing to spare their lives." That would also open a path directly to my Hometown. "How about we head straight for the Sheikh and pound him until he gives up all his ves?" Suka asks. She seems eager to return to the Eastern Desert. "We could get the Lizardmen on our side, and they''d join us as long as we get rid of the Sandworm as well." "Spindle has already volunteered to clean up that mess, and I''m allowing her to go alone." It''s a testament to the Webling''s intimidation factor that the only objections are ourpanions'' incredulous stares. "We could ''fish'' for the Sandworm using me as bait," I say, earning more dumbfounded gazes. "With my defensive buffs, acid resistance, and Stone Skin, it can''t digest me. Meanwhile, I''d be on the inside to tackle the monster it''s protecting in its mouth." "As crazy as that sounds, it just might work." Suka shrugs, flipping her ming hair as she speaks, "And the Cactus Turret?" I point at our captive Needle Mouse. He won¡¯t even give us his name. "What if we''re not enemies, little buddy?" "Don''t call me ''buddy.''" "Do you have humans back home? Probably not many in the desert, huh?" You''re definitely not human..." He paused, hesitating. "But I smell like one, right? Right? And I''ve got a human boyfriend if that''s more to taste." I''ve got Lure and Allure in addition to my impressive endowments. Judging by the way he''s biting his lip, it''s working on him. "You must be treated well inside the Turret''s walls if you''re refusing this hard to betray even a word of information. That''s something we have inmon. Tell him, Megan." The Denki Nezumi nods with a bob of her glowing blond head. "As you can inly see, we literally have these predators eating out of our hands. If the Cactus Turret is so great, they''ll want to partner with us. There''s everything to gain and nothing to lose." He''s on the fence but not quite convinced. "What''s in it for you, though?" "I gain power from defeating or having sex with monsters. Hopefully, the Cactus Turret has some fuckable body parts?" His eyes fall on my rod as if confirming the theory. "Come on, you don''t have to decide the fate of your home. It''s not your job." I just want him to not sabotage us or attempt to escape. "Wouldn''t you rather spend the night sucking on these than tied up in a cage?" I grab my milky gazongas and practically shove them in his face. He''s only a man... A small, mousy monster man. He can''t resist amplified human pheromones and magically enhanced endowments. The mouse boy sumbs to my wiles and crawls into my arms after Suka releases him from his restraints. The dashing young male in cactus leathers drinks deep from my breasts and immediately the tension leaves his body (Pacification). I cradle him as he takes his fill while the pleasant warmth of nursing another spreads through my chest. When he''s finally done, his eyelids are so heavy he falls asleep the moment I ce him on a thick bed of soft grass (nt Growth). He seemed reluctant to join me, so I''d rather he didn''t cause trouble tonight. I''ll decide what to do with him in the morning. The best way to gain his trust will be to ally with his home. "So, assuming the Cactus Turret is romanceable, that''s another me-exclusive option." Gabby nods. "It seems our most efficient course is to take arge group and try tackling two or three third tier monsters one after another. Well, I''ll be busy preparing for my evolution. What''s your opinion, Alex?" If I go off on my own, I''ll need to send the others on a B Team mission. With that in mind, I''ll... The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone! 129.5 Day 6: Choices, Choices, Part 2 129.5 Day 6: Choices, Choices, Part 2 "We start by chopping down that Elderberry tree. We know where he is and that his forces are weakened. Defeating him will fuel our allies'' evolutions, open a path to my hometown, and us a forest full of pardoned nt monsters." Not to mention a good old dash of revenge for Brenda and a little redemption for my recent defeat. "I''m not sure how far you can dilute a third-tier encounter before it doesn''t fully count, but this will yield a treasure-trove of data points!" Gabby says. I suppose she''s right. An entire army versus a single third-tier shouldn''t reap the same benefits as a one-on-one, that''smon sense. Still, it''s equally obvious I should bring along everyone who''s willing toe and might benefit. "Win or lose, it won''t take long. Where will you head next?" A few hours is still a chunk of the morning gone and the trip will take us south, not to mention we''ll need to heal any wounds my harem suffers in battle. That takes Early Kraken and confronting the Spider Bitch out of the running. Who knows how long it''ll take for me to navigate underwater, find Arie, find the Kraken, defeat it, return home, and resolve whatever misceneous bullshit crops up in the process. The same goes for fighting our way through hordes of servitors and hostile Weblings to reach she-who-would-be-queen under the mountain¡ªin the worst case, we could run out of time and be forced to retreat emptyhanded. Those risks are too severe to take in stride. However, returning to my hometown is still on the table! Defeating the Elderberry Tree happens to take me in the right direction to go home, and clearing Chatan Forest of enemies opens a path for the town guard toe join us in the battle tomorrow. That''s assuming I can convince the Major I''m a horse worth backing, but I have the tools to aplish that in spades. Fishing for the Sandworm is possible as well. It helps I''m almost guaranteed to get attacked eventually if I just wander into the middle of the desert. If I get lucky, I won''t have to wait for long. There''s no way to say how long dealing with the Cactus Turret will take, but I won''t rule out making the attempt. I may finish early or it could eat up the rest of my day. Regardless, I''d do everything I can to resolve things peacefully and recruit their minions to my cause. Lastly, I think finding the Library tomorrow has kind of be a pipe-dream at this point. We could end up stumbling around the Misty Grove for hours looking for the dungeon; forget delving its depths and facing its challenges to reach our goal. Now, that''s not to say it''d be a wasted trip. Reframe it as obtaining evolution resources for the Slime Solidarity team, and now you''re talking realistic! After fighting the Elder, Flou and Olindia would be on the cusp of reaching third-tier while onlycking the cores to cross the finish line. Brenda isn''t far behind either. I could think of worse ways to spend ourst day before the war! 129.6 Day 6: Choices, Choices, Part 3 129.6 Day 6: Choices, Choices, Part 3 "I need to speak with the Mayor." Maybe it''s selfishness, but I can''t get my hometown out of my head. I''ll finally get to see my family, friends, and teachers again! "Eliminating the Elder Tree will allow us to open a safe path between my hometown and Field Town. Even if the town guard aren''t the strongest in the region, what we''ll need most after the war are loyal allies. If everything goes right and we''re able to remove Bruke and the Wolf Lord from power with minimal bloodshed, that leaves a ton of Canines and Goblinoids alive who''ll need to be managed. They may profess obedience at spearpoint, but feeding and policing them will be critical in theing days. Henlin eggs, Taurine Milk Maids, Orc and Warg guards, and other town monsters will make a huge difference post-war." Gabby nods in understanding. "Agreed. There''s more to consider than simply winning the battle. Maintaining the stability of the region won''t be so simple." Not only that, it''s a mission that only I can do. "I don''t need much help. If anyone joins me, it''ll be a short list. That leaves most of our forces avable for Team B." Nods all around."I suppose we could load Dura up with Brenda, Olindia, and Flou before usingher as bait for the Sandworm. Then Suka, Gale, Megan, and Cottontail bombard it with magic from a safe distance. Bringing it down should be possible, though making sure the worm doesn''t retreat underground could be a problem." There''s no guarantee they''ll seed, but Dura''s Ogre Toughness with Brenda''s stone body as armor should be able to resist the Sandworm''s stomach acid, and defeating the monster inside its mouth should allow them to steer it to the surface. However, if they do aplish the feat, and Spindle rescues the captive Kobolds as promised, the Lizardmen would be able to join us in battle! "If the Weblings and Servitors are such a looming threat," Suka says, considering our options aloud, "Shouldn''t we thin their numbers a bit?" Tilting my head to the side, I ponder her idea. "A preemptive strike? Hmm." I see, as long as we don''t attempt to fight she-who-would-be-queen under the mountain herself, the risks to my girls would be minimal. "Not a bad option while Spindle is otherwise upied," the Wicked Weaver agrees. While it''s doubtful such a venture would yield as many rewards as the other potential paths, dying a pending Incursion could buy us precious time to consolidate our assets before the next big battle. A valid choice. "What if I try talking to the Cactus Turret?" Isabe says from herfy ce cuddled up with Suka and Moka. "Would they listen to you?" I wonder, "Since you evolved?" The Desert Rose Dryad shrugs, "It''s not like I have some special standing there or anything, but I know the Cactus Turret won''t fire at nt folk on sight. Anyone behind me could probably approach safely." That''s good news, but I won''t say any of my girls are what I''d call, ''Diplomatic Experts.'' My expectations are tempered. "Interesting, so Drosera and Mulu might be useful on such a mission." At least as ''human'' shields. On the one hand, the risk seems small. What do we have to lose? On the other hand, the more resources we invest in this task, the less we''ll have for the resulting Team C. Optimistically, Isabe could at least talk the Turret into not shooting at my Harpies. "Either way, we could send everyone left avable to the Misty Grove for resource gathering." Throw enough monsters at the subregion, and they might clear the whole ce out. That''d be a lot of Slime cores! "In other words," Gabby summarizes, "We can put all our bacon on one te," (it used to be ''eggs in a basket'' before catgirls hunted the majority of bird species to extinction) "Or spread ourselves thin and hope for the best... But the best course would be to prioritize." She''s right. My choice here isn''t whether to split Team B, but how I should rank the task list. The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone! 130. A Quiet Night in Fieldton, Part 3 (R-18) 130. A Quiet Night in Fieldton, Part 3 (R-18) With that decision out of the way, I have another task ahead of me. ¡°I need volunteers for me to impregnate to get more Breeder marks, especially for Power Bond.¡± ¡°There¡¯s the whole of the New Warren,¡± Gabby suggests. Megan shakes her head, ¡°Iffy. Anyone not previously pregnant by Peter has already gotten to Cottontail by now. Although, I suppose there¡¯s a chance her seed hasn¡¯t taken root yet.¡± ¡°What about the male poption?¡± the shortstack Goblin girl reminds. ¡°Alex has that capability.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t like that for a couple of reasons,¡± I exin. ¡°First of all, I want to limit my offspring to my harem for personal reasons even if it restricts an easy avenue to power. I¡¯d like to know and raise each of my children, which will be difficult if I can¡¯t even remember all of their names. Next, there¡¯s the exploitation angle. I¡¯m sure the male Fuzzies would ept the offer to bear my children, but would it be for selfish gains or be fear-motivated rather than an honest desire to experience motherhood? The same goes for our ¡®guests¡¯ and the Harpies.¡± Not to mention the Female Harpies are all pregnant by Elder Grand w. ¡°Lastly, from what I can tell, the number of marks each Power Bond costs goes up significantly. Whether the price pattern is 1, 3, 5, or 1, 3, 6 or 1, 3, 9, getting the quantity of Breeder marks to get more than three or four Power Bonds is going to be prohibitively expensive very fast. I probably won¡¯t be able to get more than half a dozen Power Bonds no matter what until next year when everyone¡¯s ready to breed again. That¡¯s setting aside the possibility of a hard limit.¡± I¡¯ve got no proof the ability doesn¡¯t max out at level three. ¡°Alright, that leaves us,¡± Suka says, nodding along as she hears me out. Then she hugs Isabe tight and puts a possessive paw on Moka¡¯s thigh. ¡°I¡¯ve been wanting you to help my Mate and I conceive since I can¡¯t father whelps. Our cute pet, too.¡± The Dryad woman blushes cutely like a maiden while their Bunny girl ything burns with lust at the idea. Megan speaks up next. ¡°Alex, I want you to put Cottontail¡¯s baby in Sue. She won¡¯t object to her mistress¡¯s wishes. Also, you should at least double-check that Chrissy and Lois are pregnant.¡± ¡°Fair enough.¡± Good thing I didn''t knock-up Sue without checking in first, or else Megan would be mad. That¡¯s around the time Jonny and Mulu finish another round with exultant cries of climax locked in one another¡¯s arms as a bouquet of flowers blooms in her hair. A secondter, Dura walks by and plucks the nt girl from hisp before plopping down herself. ¡°Time for snu-snu,¡± the Ogress says as she grinds her center against the much smaller human male until he regains his hardness. Jonny can¡¯t help it with those flopping grapefruit-sized jubblies in his face. Dura squats over the young man and starts dropping her ass on his crotch with enough force to make me wince, but Jonny seems to like it judging by the way his eyes roll up into his head. She pins him in ce with her elbows on either side of his head, jugs smothering his face as her muscr back arches and her boulder of a butt twerks on his rod. Mulu jills herself frantically at the spectacle. Gale, Brenda, Marcy, and Lucinia have been enjoying themselves nearby during our nning session, and now change partners as well. Megan¡¯s tail pulls Bonny (gasping for breath from all that cunnilingus) up by the throat to service Marcy¡¯s banana cock on tiptoes while the Denki Nezumi ys with the Fruit Nymph¡¯s dangling cherry testes. Then Megan slips her other hand into Marcy¡¯s dripping cunt. The Fruit Nymph¡¯s eyes ze, going weak in the knees and doubling over the bigear mouse girl¡¯s head. Strawberry tits crush thoserge mouse ears t as an enormous bulge appears in Bonny¡¯s throat. Megan withdraws her digits before shoving her fist against Marcy¡¯s asshole, pops it inside with a moist shlorp, and starts punching the Fruit Nymph¡¯s prostate¡ªprating shoulder-deep with each thrust¡ªwhile squeezing the nt girl¡¯s cherries. Marcy grabs Bonny by the head and desperately pulls the bigear mouse¡¯s tiny mouth down the entire length of her massive ntain dick to kiss her pubic mound. Then the mouse girl¡¯s belly swells with banana juice squeezed from the Fruit Nymph¡¯s cherry nutsack. Brenda the Green Stone Ooze grabs Lucinia from where the Siren perches on the ground¡ªdazed from the Fruit Nymph¡¯s thorough fucking¡ªand starts plowing bird cloaca while pinching her plump nipples. Gale finds Mulu in turn and begins eating out Jonny¡¯s savory human seed from the photosynthetically green pussy between soft olive thighs like she hadn¡¯t been peppering the nt girl¡¯s Pitcher kin with hundreds of deadly holes mere hours ago. Likewise, Mulu has no objection to slurping Brenda¡¯s apple-vored cum from Gale¡¯s petite sopping quim as the two of them curl up in a tantric sixty-nine of feathers and petals. Suka and Isabe fall tangled together amidst the orgiastic chaos, kissing and fondling one another. They roll over and over until Suka rises on top with the Dryad¡¯s wrists pinned in her ming grip. I watch the mestalker¡¯s torchlike tail wag enthusiastically as she steals another kiss before leaving Isabe spreadeagled and breathless, steaming core exposed for onlookers¡¯ pleasure. ¡°There, I got Bel all warmed up for you, Alex. Enjoy~¡± Announcement Full sex scene in next bonus chapter to be posted tomorrow. 130.5 Bonus Chapter! (Suka, Isabella, Moka, R-18) 130.5 Bonus Chapter! (Suka, Isabe, Moka, R-18) Suka and Isabe fall tangled together amidst the orgiastic chaos kissing and fondling one another. They roll over and over until Suka rises on top with the Dryad¡¯s wrists pinned in her ming grip. I watch the mestalker¡¯s torchlike tail wag enthusiastically as she steals another kiss before leaving Isabe spreadeagled and breathless, steaming core exposed for onlookers¡¯ pleasure. ¡°There, I got Bel all warmed up for you, Alex. Enjoy~¡± The former cactus girl is indeed a delight for the eyes. Her melons are full and ripe, jiggling with each breath of her heaving chest as she stares up at me. Her womanly curves are mouthwatering, and her turgid gpole beckons my loins. Colorful flowers halo her lovely face, shy smoldering eyes, and the supple lips she nibbles in anticipation of what¡¯s toe. The spikes on her extremities and along the sides of her body are an enticing spice that adds nuance to the sweet dish of her nubile body on disy. ¡°D-don¡¯t get the wrong idea, or anything, Mistress Alex. I¡¯m only doing this because Suki asked me.¡± Despite her objections, Isabe¡¯s gaze lingers on my assets, breasts, and hard cock. The nt girl¡¯s stiff nipples, head-to-toe flush, and raging erection tell me all I need to know. ¡°Well, that¡¯s an awful shame. If I¡¯m going to have and raise a child with such a stunning specimen of untamed beauty, I wish you could reciprocate my feelings.¡± ¡°F-feelings?!?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve been watching you with Suka, and seeing your mutual affection fills me with boundless joy. I¡¯m honored to help you two conceive and bear however many children you want, as well as provide for this family. If there¡¯s anything I can do, never hesitate to give me a new way to show my love.¡± ¡°L-L-L-Love?¡± the Dryad gasps and holds her blushing cheeks. ¡°W-w-well, if you feel that strongly, I suppose I¡¯ve got no ch-choice but to let you relieve yourself with my body. Do whatever you feel like~!¡± Grinning, I straddle the bashful girl and fit her fat green cock between my buttocks like a hot dog in a bun. She grunts with stifled desire as I tease her rod by slowly rolling my hips. Meanwhile, I caress her form with all four arms, running my fingers along the length of her spines, stroking her smooth belly, and fondling those juicy honeydews on her chest. I feel like a winged sky goddess with the way my taller form eclipses the earth goddess beneath me. Then I feel hot skin and soft fur brushing my thighs and rear as someone climbs atop my and Isabe¡¯s legs. A nce over my shoulder confirms it¡¯s Moka, the hot chocte bunny girling up from behind. Her gorgeous brown lips kiss the Dryad¡¯s ns before opening to take the throbbing shaft inside. Isabe¡¯s fingers clutch at the grass when our mutual lover¡¯s head disappears below the curve of my backside. Moka¡¯s bunny ears graze the sensitive skin of my ass like tickling feathers while she deepthroats Isabe, sliding her nose between my ass cheeks as she goes. ¡°Gabby, you¡¯re going to take this in each of your holes to salve my ego as I watch Alex ravage my precious Mate and favorite prey.¡± My gaze snaps up to where Suka has my Goblin wife in her grasp. She¡¯s wielding a terrifying phallus of me that sears my eyes with burning eagerness. One look at that fiery construct and I know I have to have it in every sense of the word. ¡°The more they enjoy themselves, the more I¡¯ll have topensate by taking my frustrations out on you. As the ancient human saying goes, buckle up.¡± Suka has Gabbyid out supine, head tilted back to align her throat with the huge length of me-dick the wolf girl dangles above the Goblin¡¯s big yellow bespeckled eyes. Willing to do anything for her promised prize, Gabby opens her lips to ept the ming sword. Suka grabs a green mammary with either hand, each one asrge as Gabby¡¯s whole head, and thrusts deep into that soft pink throat. The wolf girl¡¯s dripping wet core grinds against Gabby¡¯s nose and face as Goblin spit sizzles on contact with the fiery cock, but the green shortstack¡¯s spine arches with an erotic jolt of adrenaline rather than blistering pain. I can¡¯t wait to try it myself. My gaze returns to the gorgeous earth goddess squirming beneath my four-handed caresses and our bunny partner¡¯s oral ministrations. ¡°Mind if I use Suka¡¯s nickname for you? It¡¯s really cute.¡± ¡°O-only with my cock inside you,¡± Isabe tries to be contrarian, but I can tell she¡¯s excited by the way her gaze flicks from me to Suka and back with a naughty little smile. The wolf girl¡¯s eyes are on us too. ¡°Deal.¡± I shift my hips, lifting to push Moka¡¯s mouth off Isabe¡¯s rod so I can position my pussy¡¯s entrance at the tip of her thick cockhead. ¡°Mmm, you feel incredible inside me, Bel,¡± I say while sliding down the length of her pole. The sulent rod parts my folds and pierces my depths, stirring wonderful ripples of pleasure in my core. The Dryad beneath me bucks her hips as five-petaled red flowers bloom amidst the bouquet on her head. ¡°Aaahhhnnn¡­¡± Mokaes around to look at us with a hungry smile. ¡°I hope you¡¯re not forgetting about me, Mistress Alex. You may not be a monster, but I expect you¡¯ll find me in good taste,¡± she says as she shakes her hot chocte ass and wiggles that fluffy cocoa bunny tail. ¡°I didn¡¯t forget. Come here, so I can sample your vor.¡± Moka steps into my arms and I lift her into my embrace. We find one another¡¯s lips in a sweet kiss that devolves into a sloppy make-out session. Myrge, Froglin tongue invades her mouth and plunders her gagging throat while I rock my hips atop Isabe. That fat green cock goes in and out of my slick pink tunnel, rubbing some delicious spots as my four hands savor Dryad tits and bunny buns. Moka''s throat squeezes my oral length as she involuntarily gulps at the intrusion, sending waves of pleasure through me. I can''t help moving my tongue inside my bunny partner''s wet passage as if plowing a cunt. The sensations are incredible. Now I know why Sue loves doing this. When she sees us going at it, Suka redoubles her throat-fucking speed to make Gabby¡¯s curves bounce and jiggle. I want to kick it up a notch after stoking my inner fire. Moka¡¯s eyes are crossed in bliss as I orally ravage her, but I pull away to her momentary dismay. The bunny girl squeals in excitement when I flip her around to spit her throat on my spear. Meanwhile, I get a really good sample of her pussy, taking her entire mons in my mouth. My phallic tongue parts her folds, exploring her slit while tasting her savory natural musk. Then I plunge my pink snake into herher tunnel as her body weight impales her gullet on my erection. Moka¡¯s legs kick and her arms grasp for purchase as I single-handedly spitroast the bunny girl. Her ass is a plump peach for me to devour headfirst as I motorboat her satin cheeks. ¡°Damn, I need to take it to the next level,¡± Sukaments as she withdraws, giving Gabby a chance to take a gasping breath. Then the wolf girl flips the supplicant Goblin around, swells the size of her ming phallus, and summons a second burning cock in her hand. She lifts Gabby onto hands and knees before mounting the shortstack from behind, then blocks any moans or protests with a dildo gag¡ªsimrly spitroasting my Goblin wife in turn. Judging by the way Gabby thrusts back and forth between the twin prations, she¡¯s loving it. Suka, too, seems to feel everything her ming dildo experiences judging by the way her tongue lolls lewdly every time it moves. Got to get me that ability! Plus, their warm illumination makes the bulges in the Goblin girl¡¯s throat and belly glow a lovely, aesthetic green. What can I say? I want to make my girls glow pretty colors. Moka¡¯s belly writhes with my tongue stretching her vaginal track, pounding her cervix, and tying knots inside her tummy. Her thighs press helplessly against my face as she cums. Shivers and shakes wrack the beautiful little bunny in my arms. Her pussy desperately squeezes the length of my oral member, and I can indeed feel the stimtion like a second dick. Pleasure like orgasmic vor flows down my throat to my core. I drink her gushing fluids while reeling in my snakelike tongue before releasing Moka¡¯s cunt. Mmm, she tastes rich and smooth. Enough forey. I use my free daily use of Paternal Malleability to select my Mermaid Ovipositor, then merge it with Jonny¡¯s impressive human rod using Slime Amalgamation. I watch the change ur by the bulge in Moka¡¯s throat as my ns reshapes into a longer, tapering prehensile tip. Then I pull the limp bunny girl off my cock, flipping her around like Suka did to Gabby, and turn her to face Isabe beneath us. The Dryad girl is fully rxed and content. My inner muscles, hip movements, and dexterous nipple tweaks have massaged her to a state of Zenlike teauing pleasure. Dropping Moka on my member begins the final leg of our sexual journey. I drop two eggs into my uterus using Maternal Ovarian Control. ¡°Suka, Bel, boy or girl?¡± The wolf girl pauses from screwing Gabby¡¯s brains out only a moment to say, ¡°Up to you, Bel. I trust you.¡± Isabe surfaces from her pre-orgasmic trance to say, ¡°A girl for me, and a boy for our pet bunny.¡± ¡°Fucking stuff my pussy, you sexy beast of a monster!¡± Moka groans as my rod bulges in her belly, her plump little buns settling between my thighs atop our dryad partner. Happy to oblige, I grab Moka¡¯s creamy sweet thighs and delicious curves with all four hands and pump her up and down on my rod like an onahole. Her folds ripple and quiver on my extended length as I repeatedly m Moka onto myp. p! p! p! p! p! I don¡¯t pound Isabe¡¯s crotch, though. No, I want to try something else. I have Ogre Strength, right? What about my Kegels? I tighten my grasp on Isabe¡¯s cock to a vicelike grip. I squeeze her rhythmically while bringing myself to the verge of release using Moka¡¯s drooly pussy. The green-skinned woman beneath me writhes, rubbing her feet on the grass and clutching at the dirt with her fingers as if trying to escape the torment while flowers bloom around us. Whenever I feel myself about to climax, I ignore the boiling pleasure in my core and slow Moka¡¯s rise and fall to a crawl. This ends up causing the poor bunny to cum clenching and screaming on my member twice more before Isabe finally finishes. "Cum for me, Bel." ¡°Aaahhhnnn!!!¡± The Dryad moans like I¡¯m sucking the soul out of her body. I don¡¯t relent until the violent shudders of orgasm take the blooming nt girl. *Fucked the Desert Rose Dryad ¨C One Forest Mark!* If Gabby is right, the ¡®Dryad¡¯ part is redundant with my defeating Mother Heather, and that mark is for the Cactus Treefolk rung on Isabe¡¯s evolutionary path. ¡°Mmmph!!!¡± my Goblin wife screams through her fiery dildo gag as she squirts steam onto the wolf girl pounding her cunt into the ground with a ming cock. ¡°Nnnngh!¡± I grunt as I hold myself back another minute while waiting for the stars to align. One hand releases Moka momentarily to y a quick round of tower defense on my tummy guided by one of my spare multitasking focuses, shepherding the healthiest male and female sperm to my twin eggs. *You¡¯ve Conceived a Mandragora! Congrattions! ¨C One Female Breeder Mark!* *You¡¯ve Conceived a Mandragora! Congrattions! ¨C One Female Breeder Mark!* Atst, I can let loose. ¡°Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!!!¡± Moka babbles incoherently as I rub one out, furiously masturbating topletion with the bunny girl''s cunt as my cocksleeve. One multitasking focus directs the correct embryo into theunch tube of my Ovipositor with abdominal clenches. My prehensile tip jabs forward on the next downbeat of Moka¡¯s ass on my thighs to prate the bunny¡¯s cervix. ¡°Fuuuck!!!¡± I amplify my release with Seminal Control to properly stuff the chocte bunny, shooting my cream filling directly into her womb. My personal mark appears on both my partners¡¯ tummies as well. *Impregnation Sessful ¨C One Male Breeder Mark!* *Pounded the Dust Bunny ¨C One Fuzzy Mark!* Eh? Before my eyes, the thin rows of tightly braided ck hair on Moka¡¯s head unfurl to be a cloud of kinky ck hair and her bunny tail poofs up even more like a powdered cocoa duster. ¡°E-evolution? Now?¡± Gabby gasps as Suka removes the Goblin girl¡¯s gag. ¡°Worry about thatter,¡± the wolf girl insists before stoppering the green shortstack¡¯s gob with a kiss. I agree, rising from Isabe with Moka in my arms to let the nt girl¡¯s cock drop from my hot tunnel with a gush of tropical-scented cream. Then I kiss the dark chocte Dust Bunny, savoring her vor before cing Moka on her stomach next to the supine Dryad. My two pairs of hands carefully roll the gasping Isabe on top. We¡¯re going to make a prone-bone stack! ¡°Can I still use your nickname if my cock is in you?¡± I ask the recovering cactus girl. ¡°Nnn,¡± she starts, but changes her tune as my prehensile tip aligns with her entrance and I firmly thrust inside with a delightful smack of thighs against ass, ¡°Yeeesss!!!¡± I kiss between her shoulder des as I climb atop her, distributing my weight across my knees and a pair of hands on either side of her head. ¡°Love you, Bel.¡± Once Isabe descends from her peak, realizing she¡¯s about to get pounded and creamed, she decides she¡¯s not about to do so without getting her dick wet. The Dryad scoots Moka into position under us to receive her fat green cock. The bunny girl moans as her chocte cream pie gets churned into a tasty mess. ¡°Mmm, right there. Fuck, Alex! You''re stretching me nicely. And Moka, you feel delicious.¡± ¡°What do you say we join in the funny, Gabby?¡± Suka suggests (more of amand) as she plops the Goblin girl¡¯s plump bottom on mine. We¡¯re now a four-girl cake stack! Looking over my shoulder, I see Suka ce the burning dildo on her crotch above the fiery cock growing from her clit, giving herself a double-dick. I eagerly await my first experience with the mestalker¡¯s zingnce. I don¡¯t have to wait long. ¡°T-that¡¯s m-my¡ª!¡± my Goblin wife gasps as one of the shafts disappears inside her posterior with a pop. ¡°I¡¯ve always wanted to try anal,¡± Suka hums contentedly while taking in the tantalizing spread before her. My eyes widen as a line of bright pleasure-pain slides between my cheeks to rest against my entrance. She¡¯s really going for the kill this time! The hot rod sizzles against my sphincter, sending waves of warmth through my suddenly sweating body. It¡¯s like I just ate the world¡¯s spiciest pepper! I can¡¯t believe I¡¯m not getting cooked, but I trust my wolf implicitly. The burning sensation doesn¡¯t diminish with time or die down. It¡¯s a continual source of powerful endorphins that floods my whole being¡ªsimultaneously agonizing my impaled rear while rxing my muscles and easing my tension. The incongruity is incredible. ¡°S-stop teasing and put it inside,¡± I stutter, unable to contain myself while my anus winks in anticipation. She obliges with a smile. Her fiery cock is impossibly smooth, squeezing through the narrow entrance of my backdoor with surprising ease. My jaw drops as Suka¡¯s spear prates my bowels, filling me with ming desire, stretching me out, and searing my interior. I feel every inch of her hot poker moving like a fiery battering ram busting through my gates as she beats my butt into submission. Gabby grabs my hips for stability as Suka thrusts into us, the mestalker pushing me into her Mate and Isabe into Moka at the same time. The five of us gradually adjust to the rhythm of theplex position. We rock and roll our hips for our partners¡¯ pleasure. We shift with pressure and drive ourselves onto our lovers¡¯ rods. We go faster and faster as torturous bliss builds inside us to higher heights. At first, I think it¡¯s my imagination, but I¡¯m soon certain that Suka¡¯s burning dildoes are getting bigger. The mstalker¡¯s hot rod plunders my cave, going deeper inside with every thrust, but the time between each impact doesn¡¯t increase with cock length. Instead, I see a burst of me from the corner of my eye as Suka¡¯s hammer blows gain explosive force. ¡°¡°Ahn!¡±¡± Gabby and I groan as our poor puckers scream in protest while being pushed to the limit by Suka¡¯s wolfish passion. The Goblin girl¡¯s nails bite into my Ogre Tough skin and her iling feet kick me in the back of the thighs as she arches her spine. Meanwhile my cock throbs with need as I pass along the pounding to the prone nt girl under me. Little Moka at the bottom of the heap¡ªthankfully not subject to ourbined weight thanks to my loadbearing knees and first pair of hands¡ªmoans piteously with her head peaking out between the prison bars of Isabe¡¯s pendulous breasts. My second pair of hands grab the Dryad about the middle and move her more forcefully. I can¡¯t stand this much longer; I need to finish! Using Isabe to jack myself off this time, the forward-and-back mming Moka¡¯s bunny pussy with a fat nt girl cock in the process, I embrace the pleasure-pain. I squeeze my sphincter around Suka¡¯s fiery prick. mping down tightens my grip on the wolf girl¡¯s sensitive length, making each stroke count double. Burning handstch onto my buttocks and Sukaunches into the final stretch. The sounds and smells of sex surround the five of us as we race topletion. We¡¯re all thrusting and pounding one another like our lives depend on it. My prehensile tip finds its way into Isabe''s innermost chamber. Five voices rise in harmony as we cry our release. ¡°¡°AAAHHHNNN!!!¡±¡± Suka doesn¡¯t fill me with burning jizz, thankfully, but I can feel her finish by the peaking intensity of her strokes. *Fucked the Lesser Lupine mestalker ¨C One Canine Mark! *Marks Reconfigured!* Tamed the Lesser Lupine mestalker ¨C Two Canine Marks! Gabby rxes atop me, and her squirting juices cover both her partners, running down my legs in rivulets and sizzling where they touch the ming cocks. My climax spurts from my lonely pussy to mix with my Goblin wife¡¯s girlcum. Isabe explodes inside Moka, double-stuffing the chocte Dust Bunny. Simrly, my bliss shoots through my groin and into my cactus girl lover, filling her to the point the cream backsshes onto my thighs and lewdly stters onto the flowers growing around us. *Impregnation Sessful ¨C One Male Breeder Mark!* I sigh with relief as Suka finally unplugs my backdoor and the five of us copse in a contended heap. The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone! 131. A Quiet Night in Fieldton, Part 4 (R-18) 131. A Quiet Night in Fieldton, Part 4 (R-18) *Fucked the Desert Rose Dryad ¨C One Forest Mark!* If Gabby is right, the ¡®Dryad¡¯ part is redundant with my defeating Mother Heather, and that mark is for the Cactus Treefolk rung on Isabe¡¯s evolutionary path. *Marks Reconfigured!* *Desert Rose Dryad Lover ¨C Two Forest Marks!* I decide to take both my Cactus and Dryad marks from the same source as far as keeping track of my totals goes. *Fucked the Lesser Lupine mestalker ¨C One Canine Mark! *Marks Reconfigured!* Tamed the Lesser Lupine mestalker ¨C Two Canine Marks! *You¡¯ve Conceived a Mandragora! Congrattions! ¨C One Female Breeder Mark!* *You¡¯ve Conceived a Mandragora! Congrattions! ¨C One Female Breeder Mark!* *Impregnation Sessful ¨C One Male Breeder Mark!* *Impregnation Sessful ¨C One Male Breeder Mark!* *Pounded the Dust Bunny ¨C One Fuzzy Mark!* ¡°I¡¯m a¡­ Dust Bunny?¡± Moka says, awestruck while staring at herself in the water Mirror I conjure with my magic. She¡¯s neither upset nor excited by the change¡ªI¡¯d say she¡¯s more overwhelmed than anything. ¡°That¡¯s stupidly rare! We only have a few back home. I never thought I¡¯d be one of them.¡± ¡°¡®Rare¡¯ or not, it¡¯s only Average,¡± Gabby remarks. Comparable to a Mole-man in strength. That¡¯s nothing to scoff at, though, and nobody is disparaging. It¡¯s a two-rank upgrade from the Inferior rank, after all. ¡°I can manipte the earth, now. The Dust Bunnies of the Desert Warren mostly use their abilities to stabilize tunnels in the shifting sands or to dig through solid rock,¡± she exins. Ooo, I bet that¡¯ll speed excavation projects along. Not exactly a frontline fighter, but useful, and every bit helps the war effort. Moka can¡¯t look away from her afro and powderpuff tail. As she moves to examine herself, they leave a trail of dust in their wake like ultrafine dandruff. ¡°F-f-f-fluffy!¡± Suka stammers, enamored by the change to her diminutive girlfriend¡¯s fur and hair. The mestalker gets down low and shoves her face in Moka¡¯s ass, shaking her head to send up a plume of dust from bunny¡¯s cocoa powderpuff tail¡­ that ignites the moment it touches Suka¡¯s fiery hair! The cloudbusts in a bright *whomp* of me. The small explosion turns heads all around us, but the onlookers quickly return to their lewd acts when they see the danger has passed. ¡°What the fuck was that?¡± I ask, my relief that no one was hurt palpable. ¡°D-d-d-dust explosion!?!¡± Gabby gasps, intuitively grasping the source of the congration. ¡°When the fuel-to-air ratio is just right, the results can be¡­¡± ¡°Impressive,¡± I assess, already imagining applications. ¡°The Echidna catalyst¡ªAlex, you need to fuck all of our allies here before the night is through!¡± Gabby insists, jabbing me in the gut with a wicked fingernail. ¡°Twist my arm¡­ or four,¡± I say, shrugging. It¡¯s not like I didn¡¯t intend to do that. The Goblin girl nods in satisfaction once I agree. ¡°Even if they don¡¯t evolve tonight, having interacted with you may help them break through before the war officially starts.¡± Seems like I¡¯ve got a long night ahead of me.
I start with Jonny. Somehow, the young man survived Dura¡¯s snu-snu, and I find him lying dazed on the grass with his wilted wang drenched in Ogress pleasure that puddles around his waist. Brenda tends to the overwhelmed boy, nuzzling his cheek, feeding him grapes, and stroking his muscles to promote recovery. Mulu does the same from his other side, making a cute guy sandwich with sexydy bread. Lucinia and Bonny cuddle, kiss, and coo beside them with Gale nibbling on the mouse girl¡¯s enormous ears. It¡¯s so sweet. Megan took her leave to repay Spindle for saving her life earlier today, leaving Gale in our capable hands. A quick conversation with the group tells me a few things. Firstly, Jonnyys a question on me that I find a little surprising. ¡°Alex, um, this is kind of awkward, but can I have Lucinia? Like, ¡®officially?¡¯ I know it¡¯s a lot to ask¡ªshe¡¯s kindhearted, generous, and a stunning beauty¡ªbut I think I¡¯m falling for her¡­ Please?¡± ¡°Oh, my!¡± the Siren exims at his propositioning, lifting a wing to hide her flushed features. While I gave Jonny permission and even encouraged him to build a harem, I didn¡¯t expect him to choose Lucinia. Her personality is fine, but I¡¯d have thought the bird butt and cloaca would put off most humans. Wait, nevermind. Jonny is the legendary titty connoisseur, who¡¯d fuck a rock if it had a nice rack. To each their own. ¡°I didn¡¯t consider her part of my main harem, no offense, so it¡¯s fine. She¡¯s all yours, buddy.¡± The man and bird girl share a slow, intimate kiss thatsts a few minutes before they break it off. ¡°And Mulu. I want her too. I know she¡¯s pregnant with Doug¡¯s kid, but I talked with him. He¡¯s not interested in her, just the baby once she gives birth.¡± Since Mulu basically raped the defenseless DILF, I¡¯m not surprised, just thankful there isn¡¯t too much bad blood there. I still think Dous is a saint for taking care of all the kids he was forced to father. The Pitcher Treefolk in question blushes dark green and another row of flowers sprouts in her hair. I already asked Jonny¡¯s opinion of Mulu, but I think he¡¯s the only guy who could turn a pernicious Pitcher into a Dryad. ¡°You two have my blessing as well.¡± He gives me a grateful hug, smearing Dura¡¯s fluids all over my thighs. d we have that settled. Further conversation reveals that Bonny wants her and Jonny¡¯s baby, but there¡¯s an obviousplication. While bunnies can be a little cavalier about who they have sex with, mice are one of¡ªif not the¡ªsmallest adult monster. Getting Bonny pregnant with a Harpy egg is risky enough (it¡¯s more streamlineding outpared to an infant with four limbs and a head to get tangled and caught on things), but there¡¯s just no way her tiny body is birthing a full term human baby. C-section is a possibility, but thest few months of her pregnancy would still be hellish with the fetus crushing her internal organs. Most likely, Bonny won¡¯t survive the nine months or will give birth very prematurely¡ªendangering the baby¡¯s life. Fortunately, I have magical solutions. If Jonny impregnates me, I¡¯ll be able to use my Maternal Inheritance ability to affect things. Since it¡¯s my first time using it (I stupidly forgot to check my menus after Isabe impregnated me), this should be interesting. Let¡¯s see what kind of options I have¡­ Oh! Oh¡­ wow. I mean, holy fucking God Beast, but damn. Okay, so, the first piece of good news is that¡ªweirdly enough¡ªthe Inheritance ability works retroactively. It doesn¡¯t matter that I waited this long to start using it! All the monsters I¡¯ve given my Partner Tracker mark are connected to me, allowing me to activate my Maternal (if I¡¯m the biological mother) or Paternal Inheritance remotely as long as it¡¯s done prior to birth. The second good thing is that there¡¯s an ability that obviously addresses Bonny¡¯s concern, called Maternal Customization. It¡¯s right under Maternal Inheritance on the Breeder menu. I bet I can use it to manipte the child¡¯s size and other characteristics to be less hostile to the mouse girl¡¯s body. Hurray! Thirdly, when I select a Maternal option for Inheritance, it asks whether I¡¯m modifying the spawn or surrogate. The most obvious application is giving Maternal Fetus Protection to my surrogates, which will be a huge weight off my shoulders. Given my girls¡¯ brushes with death today, we¡¯re lucky nobody has miscarried yet. Going forward, this is an essential pick. Fourthly, Inheritance allows me to transfer any ability I¡¯ve gained to my spawn. Well, almost any. They need to be ''first stage'' abilities. So I couldn''t make mice with Ogre Strength, but I could do Doggins with Slime cores, or Mermaids with wings. Still, the possibilities seem endless. Wait, I can¡¯t be the first Echidna, so where are all the mutants? I guess they wouldn¡¯t be around forever if their special traits aren¡¯t inheritable, and they didn¡¯t achieve a Longevity ability in their lifetime. Also, my entire Region is a rtively small area. That¡¯ll have to be a good enough exnation for now. Lastly, my Breeder menu has gotten weird. Freaky, even. Some of these new options I unlocked today are pretty far out there, even for me. I¡¯ll take a more detailed lookter because I need a minute to process this shit. I exin the gist of things (except my weird Breeder options, of course) to Bonny and Jonny, whoe to an agreement with me. Bonny feels bad about making me waste a mark on a suboptimal ability, but I convince her I¡¯lle out ahead in terms of marks once I imnt Jonny¡¯s spawn in her tummy. Lucinia, on the other hand, prefers she and Jonny try for a child on their own, and whatever happens, happens. Far be it from me to butt in on their rtionship. As for Brenda¡­ I¡¯ll circle back around to her. There¡¯s someone else I need to speak with first. By this time, Jonny is standing tall, if you catch my drift. 131.5 Bonus Chapter! (Jonny, Bonny, Suka, Isabella, R-18) 131.5 Bonus Chapter! (Jonny, Bonny, Suka, Isabe, R-18) Jonny is standing tall, if you catch my drift. I still rev his engine with my mouth on his cock, licking his rod and fondling his balls. His scent stirs my loins, an exotic spice I have no name for, undetectable until the recent changes to my body and a sure sign I''ll never be fully Human again. It''s more potent thanst time, likely due to my additional body modifications. I must be fully monstrous now, or close to it. That fact only serves to turn him on more, erection throbbing as my green, scaled lips fall on his pendulous nutsack heavy with potent seed. Jonny''s masculine musk goes straight to my head as I take a testicle onto my tongue and suck. "Oooh! Fuuuck!" he groans, eyes clenched shut in pleasure. So cute. I gently pull back to let him pop free, Jonny sighing with both relief and disappointment until I continue to service him. My Froglin tongue does a passable impression of Sue wrapping around his length in a spiral. I suckle his tip while pumping him with my fist until his hips are bucking in time with my ministrations. Beads of precum drip onto my tongue in an explosion of tingling vor. I can see why monsters are obsessed with taking human lovers! One of my free hands collects some slobber dripping from my oral member and slides between his ass cheeks. Jonny grips my head with both hands as my fingers rub his tender sphincter, not to control my blowjob, but simply finding something to hold onto while his legs go wobbly. My wet digits slip inside at the slightest push, making his spine arch. I rub his prostate in circles that wring whimpers from his gasping throat. Brenda seems to be training him well~ I want to ravage him with my pussy like the monster hordes ravaged ancient humanity. The thought startles me. It feels like a sentiment inherited from the distant past. A racial memory from my monsterification? Regardless, it''s not something I can''t resist, and I don''t want to finish him yet no matter how much my body craves a taste of his cum. My dick throbs with need all the while. Foreyplete, I withdraw my fingers from his shuddering rear and slurp in my tongue while pulling away. When he recovers hisposure enough to let go of my head, I roll onto my back and spread my legs invitingly. Beside me, Brenda pushes Mulu supine and mounts the nt girl as Jonny kneels over me. The young man puts his hands on my big breasts, ample mammary flesh spilling between his syed fingers as he struggles to fully cup my enhanced melons. He nts a kiss on my lips that were just on his cock and balls while aligning himself with my entrance. His dick parts my lower lips and rubs along the length of my vulva, caressing mybia, brushing my clit, and teasing my drooly opening. With a firm squeeze of my tits, he sheaths his sword in my softness, thrusting inside while Brenda shoves her Green Slime shaft into Mulu. I never thought I¡¯d be fucked side-by-side with a Pitcher! My boyfriend is a well-trained lover. His angle is aimed to hit the sensitive spots in my private garden. His movements are timed to maximize my pleasure while preserving his endurance and stamina. On top of that, his toned body is a sight for sore eyes. The aroma of his aroused human pheromones wafts to my nostrils sent aloft by sweat beading on hot skin as he rides me, his palms using my huge breasts as handholds, stirring my insides alongside his cock with a dumb grin stered on his face. My core roils with pleasure as he slides in and out while my stiff, swollen rod gets squeezed between my tummy and his rock hard abs. ¡°Bonny, Jonny, boy or girl?¡± I gasp between peaks of pleasure. ¡°Up to you, sweetie,¡± Jonny says to his bigear mouse girl lover. Bonny perks up from eating out a supine Gale while the Harpy and Siren suckle each other¡¯s breasts in a tits sixty-nine. ¡°I want a little boy.¡± ¡°Boy it is,¡± I say as I drop an egg with Maternal Ovarian Control. Mulu makes some seriously cute noises while screwing, I have to admit. Brenda fucks like her muscles never get sore and she never runs out of breath, which is, of course, true. Her Slime prick requires no additional lubrication either, allowing her to plow at top speed from the start. Her statuesque figure moves in perfect arcs of sublime grace. She¡¯s driving the nt girl crazy with her incessant pounding. Mulu¡¯s eyes roll up into her head as she cries in time with the Stone Ooze¡¯s thrusts, ¡°Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-aaahhhnnn!!!¡± I can¡¯t help giving in to the sensations coursing through me with such a sexy scene beside us. One of my hands falls to my groin, where I hastily jerk myself off to reachpletion. Once Jonny feels my folds tense and coil around his dick, he rushes to meet me in a climax of his own. Another dozen hot ps of his thighs against mine and Jonny reaches his peak. The young man paints my insides white as I shoot a load onto my breasts and face. In the next few seconds, I hastily navigate my sex-determining tower defense minigame and let a promising swimmer through. *You¡¯ve Conceived a Human! Congrattions! ¨C One Female Breeder Mark! I spend it immediately. *Selected Maternal Customization!* Next, I navigate into my menus to make the desired changes. The options are fairly basic: adult height, body type, eye color, hair color, birth weight, growth rate, etc. Nothing game-changing. I make the adjustments that will allow Bonny to survive her pregnancy. Her boy wille out smaller and be more developed than normal for his size but otherwise remain biologically human. That¡¯ll also make it easier for her to nurse and care for the child until he can take care of himself. Jonny slides his limp, creamed length out of me and rolls onto his back beside us, spent. Bonny, Gale, and Lucinia enthusiasticallye lick my spilt Lure-enhanced seed and eat Jonny¡¯s cream pie between my legs. They take turns and share the two vors of cream between them like good girls while Brenda and Mulu make out with their loins still connected. That¡¯s when Suka, Isabe, and Moka wander over. ¡°I see you¡¯re enjoying yourself, Alex,¡± Suka smirks as she scours the scene with her lusty, burning gaze. ¡°H-hi, Alex,¡± Isabe mumbles shyly with a hand on her belly, where I see my brand as well as the sleeping face of our infant Mandragora girl in an icon within her womb. Moka gives me face with a nod of acknowledgment, then instantly gravitates to the toughest avian predator in the room. ¡°You must be Megan¡¯s wife,¡± she says to Gale after striding up to the Rainbird. The chocte bunny girl rolls her shoulders enticingly, sending a shower of powdered cocoa falling from her afro. ¡°Why don¡¯t you show me how you please her while our partners y.¡± Gale¡¯s eyes are entranced by the Dust Bunny¡¯s decadent curves, and she nods dumbly. ¡°Gale is a good girl, a really, really good girl.¡± She can barely think straight with 99% of her brain power analyzing how those bunny boobies bounce. ¡°I bet you are;e here.¡± Moka pulls Gale¡¯s face into her chest and leads the Harpy girl away by the ears. It¡¯s not long before Moka puts the Rainbird¡¯s talents to very good use eating chocte bunny pussy. ¡°I¡¯ve always got time for you, Suki,¡± I start, ¡°But I am a little pressed at the moment. What¡¯s up?¡± The mestalker flushes when I steal her Mate¡¯s pet name for her. ¡°T-t-t-that¡¯s my nickname for Suki!¡± Isabe objects, then presses her bounteous breasts into the wolf girl¡¯s arm while batting her eyshes at me, ¡°But it¡¯s alright if I have to share as long as I get to call youLexi.¡± "Sure,Bel~" I tease, making the dryad''s cheeks flush deep green and more flowers bloom, pushing others aside to make room in the crowded bouquet, as the sleeping green giant between her legs awakens. ¡°Ahem,¡± Suka clears her throat, strangling her embarrassed excitement at hearing her nickname from my lips and having her Mate give me a nickname, saying, ¡°I¡¯m here for the human male; I¡¯ve always wanted to try one. At first, I almost went for the silver fox. Then I thought, ¡®Maybe I could fight Dura again for the young one¡¯s honor,¡¯ but she was gone when I got back.¡± ¡°I¡¯d love to; you¡¯re smoking hot,¡± Jonny gasps, stricken with disappointment, ¡°But I¡¯m exhausted. I¡¯ve been fucking for hours, and my dick is getting sore. I need to call it a night.¡± The wolf girl smirks again and nudges her Mate, ¡°Worry not, human, I¡¯ve got a remedy for you.¡± ¡°L-listen up, human!¡± Isabe says while looking down on the lowly human as she strides forward, green member swinging with her stride. ¡°You¡¯re getting the privilege of having sex withmySuki, but you¡¯re not allowed to call her that, okay? Just because you¡¯re all muscle-y and cute and smell incredible doesn¡¯t mean you get to steal other people¡¯s Mates! The only reason I¡¯m letting you drink my cactus water is so that you can service my Suki properly. No other reason!¡± Bonny bops on over to me, big ears flopping as she climbs up and sits on my thighs while Isabe gets Jonny ready. The little mouse girl takes my limp dick in her tiny, nimble hands, and begins stroking me to life. She rubs her bitty bits against my slimy member, giving me a miniature boob job. It doesn¡¯t do much for my dick, but it¡¯s cute enough to get me going. She obviously knows I have a thing for mice. Once I''m hard again she uses her whole torso to stimte my length, undting her spine to brush my shaft with her tummy in waves, her arms wrapped around my girth, and grinding her pussy against my base. It''s an exquisite sensation and even more enticing sight. ¡°Ready to give me my baby boy?¡± My rod straightens obediently as a trained pet, its prehensile tip curling around her mousy tatas like a tentacle. ¡°I¡¯ll takethatas a ¡®yes.¡¯¡± Mulu uses her Pitcher nt vines to grab and restrain a (willing) Lucinia as Brenda stands over the Siren with a big floppy Green Slime cock in hand. The bird girl opens her mouth wide, letting Brenda im the Harpy orally while Mulu flicks her bean to the bondage scene. Isabe straddles my boyfriend and bends forward to let her juicy melons flop onto his face. His cock twitches from that much alone, and then his mouth finds her nipple. I watch as masculine energy returns to him in waves timed with his bobbing Adam''s apple. The prickly Dryad¡¯s cactus water fully reinvigorates Jonny, making him stand at rigid attention. He truly is a boob man at heart. The dryad girl scoots forward at her Mate''s insistence, exposing Jonny''s cock, but refuses to leave. She''s loving having her breasts suckled by a human and he''s loving ying with the two massive mammaries in his face. His hands grope and squeeze her bounteous chest, forcing erotic moans from her throat. Suka mounts Jonny¡¯s member at the same time Bonny stands to get her cooch above my tip and both women descend on their respective partners simultaneously. While I might be cautious with my tiny partners, the bigear mouse girl isn¡¯t made of ss¡ªshe shoves as much of me inside as she can fit with a single m of her ass on my crotch. My shaft bulges her belly instantly, my prehensile tip visibly wriggling beneath her skin. She¡¯s staggered by therge insertion despite her bravado and I¡¯m content for now to map her tunnel with my alien appendage. The wolf girl starts aggressive, gradually growing wilder and more fervent as he stokes her pleasure. Suka rides my boyfriend like a feral monster. Her ass rapidly rises and falls with lewd, wet ps as her pussy juice coats Jonny¡¯sp. She uses Isabe''s back for leverage, the dryad''s hands on his chiseled chest, as her legs do all the work, grinding her core and fiery pubic hair against the human male¡¯s pelvis each time she descends. ¡°So, this is what a human man feels like!¡± Suka throws her hair back and gives us a picturesque view of her athletic figure as her modest breasts bounce. Her skin practically glows like hot metal by her own firelight, glistening with sweat. Watching her go up and down on his rod like a beast in heat, any man, and many women, would envy Jonny at that moment. I¡¯m just happy seeing my wolf fulfill her human-domination fantasies. Meanwhile, Isabe can¡¯t contain herself another second. The sight of her Mate fucking another cock¡ªa man¡¯s cock¡ªis driving her insane. She stands and turns around before dipping low to kiss Jonny upside down, their tongues entwining, before breaking away with a gasp to blurt, ¡°Sorry, but Ineedto stick my dick somewhere,right. Now.¡± The nt girl rises on her knees above the young man and roughly pries open his mouth with her fat green girlcock. Then she stuffs herself down his throat with another perfunctory apology. Sorry, not sorry, Jonny. I wouldn''t mind taking your ce. Thankfully, my boyfriend is a champ when ites to taking feminine dicks by this point, and long since trained his gag reflex to nothing. He takes Isabe to the hilt and ruts her pussy with his nose while fondling her titties as they rhythmically sway above him. The Mated pair give Jonny a pounding that rival¡¯s Dura¡¯s snu-snu¡ªaggressively reverse-spitroasting him while mming their crotches onto his face and groin. Bonny is incredibly tight on my member. I wrap one pair of hands around her waist and use the other to y with her breasts, neck, face, hair, and huge mouse ears. My fingers trace the lines of her body, caress her chin, and I stick a thumb in her mouth. The rodent girl lewdly suckles my digit and moans as I writhe inside her. One of my multitasking focuses is dedicated to moving my prehensile Ovipositor in interesting ways. I prod at Bonny¡¯s A-spot, or anterior fornix, the deep divot in her vagina right before her cervix. Apparently, hers is especially sensitive, because her eyes roll up as my tip massages that special erogenous zone. She squirms in my grip as if trying to escape. Her tailshes frantically. I pull her onto me hard, jamming my stiffy up her quim. Her toes clench in response. Bonny squeezes me like she¡¯s wringing a sponge. Flutters of ecstasy breeze through me. I bite my lip and force her down another inch, squishing her thighs onto my crotch and stuffing thest of me inside. Pleasure fills my core to bursting. My tapered tip wriggles inside her deepest recess, prating her cervix to deposit my overflowing affection directly into her womb. Her hand finds and grips Jonny''s, their fingers interlocking as she reaches climax. ¡°Ahhhleeexxx!!!¡± the tiny bigear mouse girl screams as she squirts all over my legs, body shuddering violently in the throes of an intense orgasm. She tosses her head back, ears pping as she thrusts her bitty breasts my way. Another paroxysm wracks me, and I shoot another jet of spunk into herhers. I definitely have a thing for cute little rodents. *Impregnation Sessful ¨C One Male Breeder Mark!* Next to us, Jonny, Suka, and Isabe find their release. Jonny blows his load deep in Suka¡¯s thirsty cunt while Isabe pumps gulp after gulp of fruity girlcum with the consistency of aloe vera pulp down his throat. Brenda has been face-fucking Lucinia the whole time, burying her Slime cock to the stony hilt between luscious lips during her climax. Mulu rubs herself to orgasm while her vines squeeze the bird girl¡¯s breasts into tantalizing shapes. The young women each echo Bonny¡¯s cry ofpletion in their own voices as they finish. Then Gale adds Mocha¡¯s voice to the throng as her dexterous tongue pushes the chocte bunny over the edge in a spine-arching culmination as well. We bask in the post-orgasmic glow for just a moment. Then Bonny struggles to her paws on wobbly legs. She¡¯s Jonny¡¯s harem monster, so I didn¡¯t expect much cuddling. It''s fine considering I have so many cuddle buddies to choose from. She scrambles over to throw herself atop the young man as he catches his breath after the nt girl unplugs his windpipe. ¡°We did it! We¡¯re pregnant!¡± She shows him my brand on her belly with the icon of his and my spawn in her surrogate womb. ¡°That¡¯s awesome, Bonny,¡± he says and gives his miniature bigeared lover a sweet kiss with a fruity, sticky aftertaste. The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!