Monster Breeder

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 blankets 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—once 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 playing 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 become burning flames! 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—modest peaches on her slender, athletic figure—but, 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 her companion, saying, “Allow me to formally introduce you to my Mate. This is Isabella. 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 plant girl as her Mate—otherwise, I might have questioned the Cactus Treefolk’s intentions with my woman. Or is she a Flower Dryad? Maybe both, if that's possible.

Isabella stands a few inches taller than Suka, with comparatively 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 with large 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—bright oranges, flares of red, sunny yellows, and warm browns reminiscent of her companions.

“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 plant 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.” Isabella 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 accidentally 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 chocolate bunny girl with thin rows of tightly braided black 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 just laughs 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 plant-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 flaming 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 from last night—the 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 flattered. “Thanks. You’re certainly hot stuff as well,” she quips. “What a coincidence, you’ve got two sexy companions, and so do I. We should have a ‘play date.’” Suka looks at Bonny, the bigear mouse’s face still held between Megan’s ass cheeks by a tail shock-collar 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 glances about, confused, while Isabella preens at the Denki Nezumi’s compliment 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 explains, “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 Flamestalker! Desert Rose Dryad!”

I bet she saw us talking and ran over hoping to hear firsthand accounts 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 Flamestalker as she finally regains her composure.

“Miss Goblin was atoning for her sins with Spindle and our emissary from the Mermaid Cove,” the spider girl says as she comes 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 glare 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 exclaims 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…” Isabella’s pet name for the Flamestalker 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 glancing 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 sun comes up with Serra’s nymphomania and Cottontail’s magically-enhanced posterior.

“Before we return to the festivities, let’s do some planning,” 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, Isabella, 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 explain how we met Drosera, lost Megan, and gained a plethora of present and former captives: the Sweet Bee larvae, 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 plant-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 to complete 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, Isabella’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 eyelash when I felt the urge to grab a trophy from the Cactus Turret.”

“A TH—” Gabby’s greedy eyes flash behind her spectacles as she jumps to her feet in astonishment, “TH-TH-THIRD-TIER CACTUS NEEDLE! GIMMIE, GIMMIE!!!”