Monster Breeder

132.6 Bonus Chapter! (Cottontail, Spindle, Megan, Kani, R-18)

*Selected Create Inorganic Womb Seed!*

 

*Impregnation Successful – One Male Breeder Mark!*

After completing that delightful slimy side-quest, I approach my lovely leporid fiancé and the crowd of Fuzzy folk cavorting around Cottontail as she finishes a round with Kani the crab girl. The enchanting Stage Magician lost her tailcoat and white button up as some point, leaving her wearing tattered fishnet pantyhose, a red underbust corset supporting her perky pair of B-cup bunny boobies, a top hat with her rabbit ears poking through the rim, and a cum-stained black teddy with the crotch ripped open to expose her gorgeous genitals along with the mermaid ovipositor occupying her juicy ass-pussy.

The rodent-kin entourage of mixed sexes dabs the perspiration on Cottontail’s brow with a cloth, suckles her petite nipples, and licks her swollen clitty throbbing with need, while others massage Kani’s sudsy-slick toffy-brown shoulders and breasts or rub their cores erotically against the red chitinous bumps adorning the aquatic monster’s hips. Before my eyes, the Showbunny’s pucker instinctively clenches in a tantalizing rhythm that drains a full load of the crab girl’s salty seed into her thirsty depths. Cottontail’s little coin purse of a scrotum simultaneously contracts to spurt an arc of bunny love into the open, expectant mouths of the adoring crowd.

“I-I’m cumming!” the Showbunny cries.

“Ngh!” Kani grunts cutely as she presses the Warren Mistress’s bottom against her crotch with the blunt back of one of her crab body’s massive claws.

As Cottontail’s adorable scrunched-up features relax into post-coital bliss, her soft gaze falls upon me and her face blossoms into a dazzling smile. “Alex!” Then she turns red with embarrassment to be seen in such a state. “I hope you don’t mind…”

“Glad to see everyone is enjoying themselves,” I say in greeting, reassuring her as I survey the gathering. There’s no monogamy in a party like this, even between two fiancés, and sharing her with my oceanic lover is a massive turn on. I love seeing her stuffed and creamed. Not only that, but it’s also wonderful that the Fuzzy folk can unwind like this after the terrible turn of events that ended the old Warren. They deserve a nice, stress-free evening. “Mind if I borrow her, Kani?”

The crab girl starts to pout in protest—she really wants to have Cottontail to herself tonight!—but quickly schools her features and shows me deference. “Of course, Lady Alex.”

While I slide my Showbunny’s squelching rear off Kani’s long, slender member, causing both girls to groan with pleasure as they’re reluctantly parted, another pair approaches us.

“It seems Spindle is just in time. She would’ve hated to miss an opportunity for some exquisite depravity.”

The Wicked Weaver still has Megan Shibari-tied to her front like a living cocksleeve. The electric mouse is bound from her paws to her Mouse ears, arms webbed to her sides, blindfolded, gagged with a Dark Magic wiffle ball, body shuddering with the effects of aphrodisiac venom, thighs wrapped around and knotted to Spindle’s abdomen, and a glowing purple ovipositor illuminating the Denki Nezumi’s bulging belly from within the depths of her ass. Megan’s poor untouched drooling pussy quivers with the pent-up potential energy of a massive orgasm waiting in the wings.

Depravity? Besides the obvious? What does the Webling pervert have planned? Spindle reveals her designs by removing Megan’s Dark Magic blindfold with a wave of her hand, unravelling that piece of magic.

The mouse girl’s eyes readjust to the dim mood lighting of the pavilion and her gaze falls upon Cottontail in my arms. The black pools of her pupils dilate within emerald-green irises. Megan’s hair and fur brightens as involuntary excitement stirs the dormant power in the Denki Nezumi’s body. She squirms in her restraints, causing Spindle’s Shibari bindings to dig into her erogenous zones, web-ropes squeezing her tiny tantalizing breasts as knots press against her sex. Spontaneous shudders in fast-motion stimulate the Webling’s purple-glowing ovipositor like an ancient human vibrating onahole.

“T-that’s the stuff!” Spindle slurs as her organ is aroused to higher heights. Then her eight purple glowing eyes drop to the crab girl with a small crowd of Fuzzy folk draping themselves over the crustaceous limbs and shell. “Come on, Miss Kani, you’ve had one sister, so why not try the other?”

That’s what the deviant devil has in mind! How naughty~n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

I’m not above some good-natured teasing. So, while I fully support Megan’s incestuous inclinations as long as the mouse girl is content to have her womb occupied by my and Cottontail’s offspring when she indulges in them—got to keep the gene pool from drying up—I think a little cuck-play could be some kinky fun. I lift Cottontail for a sensuous kiss lurid with lively lips and twisting tongues that exacerbates the Denki Nezumi’s erotic denial.

Megan whines piteously around the ball gag as Cottontail and I express our mutual love forged in sex and battle. The two of us have had a raw chemistry together since day one, having fought for one another’s sakes repeatedly and delved deep into each other’s fetishes in the days since. Cottontail instantly matches my energy even when she isn’t sure what we’re doing—the Showbunny putting on a salacious display by touching my chest and face with passionate heat while rolling her hips in anticipation of dirty deeds.

Meanwhile, the crab girl saunters over as best she can on crustaceous legs covered in spectating Fuzzy folk, clearly intrigued by the captive electric mouse, and positions her erect ovipositor for a spitroast.

Spindle’s fingers dance as she manipulates the Dark Magic whiffle ball, transforming it into an o-ring gag that preps Megan to receive said mermaid member. The Webling braces herself for impact as the much larger woman thrusts a sinuous, slimy shaft into the mouse girl’s gaping drooly mouth. Megan’s throat bulges obscenely as the small mouse girl takes the full length of that salty spear still bearing the sweet aftertaste of her sister’s love tunnel. That first wet slap of sudsy chocolate flesh against Megan’s face rocks Spindle back a step before the Wicked Weaver stabilizes and takes Kani in all four hands.

As the two predator’s nethers press flush with Megan’s fore and aft orifices, the mouse girl’s short frame leaves them only a few feet apart—their faces at the perfect distance for a devil’s triangle kiss. Spindle stands on her ‘tiptoes’ and gently pulls Kani in while running her second pair of hands all over the crab girl’s curvy armless torso, nimble fingers slipping and sliding over soapy hips, two toffy breasts as soft as pudding squishing in her grasp. Kani gasps into the Webling’s fanged mouth, enraptured by the combination of sensations and vibrations on her rod as Megan shakes with electric fervor.

The mouse girl with luminescent yellow fur groans loudly through her gag while getting rutted from both ends by two much larger predators taking her for their perverse pleasure. Spindle’s abdomen, curled up between spider legs to bring that purple ovipositor to bear against Megan’s pussy, pulses and throbs with bottled essence under what must be excruciating pressure.

Kani rolls her groin into Megan’s mouth, ramming her mons against the mouse girl’s cute little nose, churning saliva and lingering seed into a lurid, creamy sauce that dribbles from the o-ring gag in great gloopy globules.

“Don’t be cross, dear,” the Wicked Weaver tells Megan as her lips part with Kani’s, “Spindle is merely allowing you to savor your beloved Cottontail’s flavor. Can’t you taste her?”

Megan’s eyes roll up into her head as she recognizes the musky residue of the Showbunny’s natural ass-pussy lubrication on the mermaid ovipositor’s length, her jaw stretched to the limit by the slippery insertion’s girth straining against the malleable o-ring gag. The onlooking Fuzzy folk are in awe of the sexy scene, and only now resume fondling and rubbing themselves against the predators while watching Megan’s debased predicament.

I’m not to be outdone!

Laying on my back, I place Cottontail atop me and spread my legs. “Make love to me, sweetheart. I want to make a baby with you.”

That revs her engine like nothing else. The meek and mild bunny girl goes wild, eager to please, desperate to win my approval and earn my affection. Cottontail rams her clitty into my hot, sopping wet tunnel, and the head of her member perfectly aligns with my g-spot. My hips buck as she thrusts directly into one of my most sensitive zones, the stimulation causing my comparatively massive schlong to bounce and a huge bead of precum to well at the tip.

It’s wonderful sex, part of a lovely evening spent with my future spouse, but the angle I carefully chose for this missionary position puts Cottontail’s grunting face—her eyes scrunched shut in the blissful agony of rough, bareback rutting—directly pointed at Megan. The mouse girl’s livid gaze lands on us as my four hands reach for her older sister, causing her fur to flare brighter.

“Mmmph!!!”

Megan squirms and writhes in the grip of the larger, stronger predators. She won’t have her full third-tier strength until tomorrow. In the meantime, the mouse girl is at their tender mercies as they thrust with vulgar ardor into her ass and throat. Spindle spanks Megan’s cheeky rear in a fit of passion, causing the mouse girl’s tail to go ramrod straight before curling like a noose around the Webling’s left tit.

“Aaahn!” Spindle moans as Megan’s tail squeezes her blue, tribal tattooed B-cup breast, the noose contracting until it hooks on a large, flat nipple. The small nubbin of flesh swells from the pressure, forcing the tip to protrude as if lewdly begging to be sucked, and Spindle’s voice rises to an even more debauched crescendo.

Meanwhile, I grope at the flawless bunny boobies on display before me atop the underbust corset like two ripe fruits on a silver platter, pinching Cottontail’s pert pink nipples between my fingers, squeeze the Showbunny’s plush rump, and jam a sausage-sized finger into the ass-pussy beneath that fluffy-wuffy white tail.

“Alex!!!” Cottontail screams my name as her bunny humping ramps up to another level, her sphincter clenching desperately around my invading finger. My cock flops around madly, leaking thick globs of precum everywhere as she batters my prostate-like gland into salacious submission. Each impact sends a shockwave of intense pleasure through my body like a velvet hammer. The closer I get to orgasm, the tighter I grip my tiny lover and the harder I ram my finger into her silken tunnel until I find the swollen button hiding inside. I press it like I’m squishing a grape and the bunny girl atop me arches her spine while screaming in bliss.

In return, Cottontail thrusts her clitty into my g-spot with a final violent forceful slap of thighs against buttocks that sends me careening over the edge of climactic pleasure. I yelp and clutch at my Showbunny lover while her petite sack clenches, shooting a stream of sweet emission into my thirsty loins that squeeze and wrench at her succulent shaft. My fat cock erupts like a geyser, releasing uncontrolled jets of musky spunk high into the air that fall to splatter all over Cottontail’s bouncy breasts and open, gasping mouth.

The bunny girl’s tongue lolls out to catch as much of my chaotic spurting cream as possible, her throat gulping to swallow and make room for more of her mistress’s delicious love. Meanwhile, my thighs close around her hips, ensuring she can’t escape before pumping me full of beautiful bunny baby batter.

*You’ve Conceived a Fuzzy! Congratulations! – One Female Breeder Mark!

 

*You’ve Conceived a Fuzzy! Congratulations! – One Female Breeder Mark!

 

*You’ve Conceived a Fuzzy! Congratulations! – One Female Breeder Mark!

I drop three eggs with Maternal Ovarian Control and forego the minigame in the heat of the moment, a glance down at my belly to see it’s a girl and two boys. While I don’t intend to raise triplets myself, I’m betting I can offload these on some willing women without breaking any of my self-imposed rules. My gaze returns to Megan, who is eyeing me with ferocious jealousy as my and Cottontail’s sexes jump and jolt in the final pleasant spasms of a satisfying orgasm.

Spindle isn’t content to let things lie there, though. The miscreant Webling can’t cum this way herself because of my orders, but she obligingly gives Megan a reach-around. The Wicked Weaver’s lissome, nimble fingers play a lascivious melody on the instrument of the mouse girl’s desperate, quivering little cunt and trembling clit. Spindle once claimed she could bring herself to completion in thirty seconds on a bad day and brings every ounce of said skill to bear in a demonstration of technique that would leave every lesbian for miles staring in shock. Her digits brush the mouse girl’s labia in an allegro rhythm, her fingertips tapping out a jovial refrain on Megan’s clit that has the Denki Nezumi quaking with a long-overdue climax in seconds.

Electricity hums from every glowing yellow hair on Megan’s body, mouse fur crackling with discharge as her being thrums with vibrations that intensify to their peak during orgasm. Spindle cries in blissful torment as the Webling’s own release is denied despite the incredible sensations surrounding the luminescent purple ovipositor buried in Megan’s gut.

Meanwhile, Kani can’t help a scream of shocked ecstasy as the crab girl’s mermaid member gets zapped from all sides deep in Megan’s gullet. It’s super effective! Kani’s shaft swells, pulses, and explodes with salty swill down the mouse girl’s throat. Mermaid spunk gushes out around the o-ring gag onto Kani’s groin and splooshes from Megan’s nostrils in a massive backwash.

The Denki Nezumi’s climax continues as she chokes on Kani’s cock, causing erotic fluids to spray from her pussy in a torrent that splashes both me and Cottontail.

“Mmmph!!!” Megan gurgles, blowing cum bubbles with her nose as her butt clenches involuntarily around its radiant, rude purple invader, and her cunt spasms in a mind-shattering release.

“Mmm… Megan?” Cottontail recovers from her climax as she tastes her sister’s love juices mingling with mine, humming with approval before putting a name to the source of the exquisite flavor. Her eyes flutter open to see the lewd state of her sibling. The Denki Nezumi’s light completely gutters out before Cottontail’s eyes, all Megan’s energy spent during the climax.

Kani finally steps back, withdrawing the massive mermaid member inch by glorious slimy inch from Megan’s belly, throat, and then mouth, letting a huge load sluice forth through the o-ring gag as the Denki Nezume coughs wetly. The crab girl’s shaft gives a final compliment by shooting another three thick ropes of gooey spunk onto Megan’s face and hair, the sordid seed oozing into one of the mouse girl’s eyes that wink shut against the salty sauce.

“D-damn, you look so fucking sexy all messed up like that,” Cottontail breathes with smoldering ardor and hearts in her eyes.

Spindle delicately brushes the cum and hair from Megan’s face, removing the o-ring gag with a flick of her fingers to let the poor mouse girl’s jaw relax. Her deviant spider eyes trace the line of the incestuous siblings’ passionate gazes, and grins. “It looks like our little mousey mistress needs a pick-me-up! Hmmm, perhaps a sample straight from the source will do the trick~”

With that, Spindle trundles around to position Megan—still tressed in Shibari web knots like the lewd figurehead of an especially lascivious vessel—above Cottontail’s plush rump. A thrust forward, and the Wicked Weaver plunges Megan’s face between the fat cheeks of her sister’s plump buttocks. The mouse girl eagerly, greedily laps at the juices leaking from Cottontail’s ass-pussy, a co-mingled soup of the Showbunny’s miraculously clean and sweet anal lubricant and the salty leavings of every predator the Stage Magician entertained throughout the evening. That incredible, complex flavor, a tangible reminder of every competitor for the bunny mistress’s affections, drives Megan mad with lust.

Megan licks and laps and slurps and gulps and swallows everything her tongue can reach. She motorboats Cottontail’s butt as the bunny girl clutches me and moans with the pleasure of being anally toyed-with. Then Megan finds the pristine, fluffy-wuffy white powderpuff tail perfectly perched atop the Showbunny’s succulent peach like the cherry atop a magnificent cake and buries her face in the fuzz. She rubs her nose in the impossibly soft fur of Cottontail’s namesake back and forth with increasing speed until—Crackle!

The Denki Nezumi’s hair regains its yellow luster, her fur’s glow brightening by the second as her body drinks in static electricity. Megan’s speed increases, face blurring against Cottontail’s bottom, creating a feedback loop where she generates power faster the more she absorbs. Sparks ground themselves onto my, Cottontail’s, and Spindle’s bodies as potential energy accumulates in the tiny mouse girl.

Each shock and jolt are a burst of lemon-tart indulgence running through my nerves. Megan seems to instinctively limit her discharges during sexy time to prevent the electric thrill from slipping into true torment—though she rides the line of pain becoming pleasure with skill born from experience. It’s a transcendent experience penetrating the core of my being, delivered directly from Cottontail’s clitty zapping my sensitive cervix.

Cottontail herself goes rigid, open-mouthed and wide-eyed as Megan delves deeper than ever between her cheeks to administer powerful electrocution through intimate contact between tongue and prostate. The crashing thunder of mighty discharge rings in my ears as a bolt of yellow light passes through Cottontail’s ass, out the bunny girl’s clitty, and into my furthest reaches.

The bursting white light of an instant, blinding climax obscures my vision for a moment before I swim to the surface of a heavenly ocean of pleasure.

When my head finally clears, I see Megan has freed her arms of webbing and uses my thighs as anchors to pull herself off Spindle’s big arachnid schlong. The Webling’s shaft flops free of Megan’s gaping rear with a wet plop. Then Spindle stumbles back, dazed, with a lewd grin as the mouse girl plants her paws on the ground. Despite being disheveled and covered in semen, the Denki Nezumi appears bright-eyed and fresh, fully reinvigorated from the static electricity resuscitation.

Next, Megan drags Cottontail out of my depths and rolls the bunny girl supine beside me, our chests heaving as we all catch our breaths.