studiobondurri 36. The Warren Part 1
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 my lapse 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 are larger 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 underground network with any number of individual living chambers. There’s no way she can hear me.
My instincts say tunneling down with Earth Magic is plausible. 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 – 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 account. 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?*
I shrug. “It’s not ‘catching’ if I don’t resist, but sure. You caught me.”
“We caught a human!” the black 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 humans compared to the Ogre Fen, Kennel Hills, the Western Sea, Charlatan 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 black 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 flavor. “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 black 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, that comment 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 become sex slaves 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 play 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 black 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’t come 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 explains it!” the fluffy bunny girl coos as she fingers me. “No wonder; he’s lovesick.”
“Lucky-footed bastard,” the black bunny boy mutters under his breath.
“Don’t blame 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?”