Monster Breeder

42. A Quiet Night at Home, Part 2 (R-18)

42. A Quiet Night at Home, Part 2 (R-18)

I did eventually explain 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 plant-type body modifications (like the vines). We (Gabby) speculate that each higher tier of Photosynthesis will replace a greater portion of my daily caloric requirements. Also, sunburns are a thing of the past.

“Photosynthesis is what plants 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 class!”

“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’ve come 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. The combo 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 becomes 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 glances at us over her shoulder.

Suka, Gabby, and I all gulp simultaneously.

“Alright, back behind the curtain!” Flou demands. “I’ve got something really spectacular 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 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-related.”

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-stimulated orgasm.

I bite my lip and start plowing the bunny girl in earnest. My hips slam 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 collapses 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 relaxes, 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 it lands 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 to latch 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,” I comment to break the silence.