Monster Breeder

132. A Quiet Night in Fieldton, Part 5 (R-18)

Slowly, taking my time to give each partner the attention they deserve, I make my rounds while observing all the fun. By this point, a lot of the action is winding down, but there are pockets of abundant lewdness.

The Fruit Nymphs, Marcy, Nicole, and Serra are happy to fuck and be fucked late into the night. The female Hobs and the Goblin girl volunteer to sheath their fruity fuck-sticks in a testament to Goblinoid greediness. Not content to simply dish it out, the plant girl trio each relentlessly ride a partner’s cock while doing so, taxing the endurance of even strong monsters like the Orcish former prisoner and captured Dire Wolves.

Suka recognizes her fellow canines but doesn’t vouch for them. As far as she’s concerned, we shouldn’t trust the mutts to do anything but what their pack leader would want. Suka herself is the exception due to her duel with me. Whether any of them have had a genuine change of heart, or they’re only playing nice because of my precautions, remains to be seen.

The Fuzzy Folk and Harpies are my most loyal monsters, so that’s where I spend my time and attention. Wherever I see them, I lend a hand—or four. I plant a kiss on a gasping mouth, give a cock a few strokes, lick a pussy, pinch a nipple, finger a hole, or grope a butt to show my appreciation and hospitality. I do my utmost to make sure each of them can give me some small amount of credit when reaching their next climax without overdiluting myself.

Doug and Gretta, the DILF and MILF humans, have finished fucking each other and returned to screwing cute monster boys and girls. I certainly wouldn’t argue with the variety on offer, and the long line of rodents and Harpies eager to sample either human isn’t getting shorter no matter how late the hour. Despite the increased sexual stamina of modern humans, I’m sure they’ll run out of energy way before satisfying the monster hoard. That is, unless someone with an ability like Isabella's cactus water comes along...

One corner of the pavilion has become Spindle’s sex dungeon. The tiny terror strings up anyone willing to participate, with helpless mice dangling from the ceiling, blindfolded bunnies with their arms and legs splayed on ‘X’s’ woven from Dark Magic, and gagged Harpies tressed up like turkeys with their plump drumsticks on display. She constantly moves from guest to guest, sucking cocks, fingering holes, and injecting victims with her erotic venom.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

One such willing quarry is Megan, who is doing an admirable job of repaying Spindle for the Webling’s work this morning in the old Warren helping in the fight against Peter. She’s serving as the Wicked Weaver’s dick warmer—Shibari tied from her paws to her Mouse ears, arms bound 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, glowing purple ovipositor illuminating the Denki Nezumi’s bulging belly from within her ass. The whole time I spent with Jonny, Megan was dangling from the Webling’s lower half like a living sheath.

As I watch, Spindle goes about her business pleasuring the guests in her spider parlour while totally ignoring her moaning cocksleeve. Perhaps Spindle is giving Megan a taste of the denial play the Webling herself suffers from due to my command that she not shoot her corrupting load into anyone other than me (for safety’s sake, of course). Regardless, the mouse girl’s pussy is a drippy, gushing mess constantly leaking from a permanent state of arousal. Megan twists and writhes in place, desperate for completion, silently begging for anyone to touch her clit while her backdoor is so lovingly stuffed but unable to find release beneath the merciless Weaver’s inattention.

How much of that is repayment for a favor owed and how much is a genuine thirst for submission beneath a powerful predator remains to be seen. Megan has grown her confidence and become assertive since her evolution, but no one knows how to bring a prey Monster’s instincts to the surface quite like the Devilish Domme Dame I’ve come to know and love.

I’ll… leave them alone for a bit.

Flou and Olindia have a similar setup to Spindle’s corner made from their own Slime bodies. Their prey is erotically skewered by tentacles going all the way through, bouncing on fuzzy Flou stress balls with bone handles and mounted dildoes, or fucking the Jellyfish Slime’s main body while wearing a set of lewd Flou lingerie that attacks their nipples and bums. Their partners frequently change position or fight for momentary freedom from the Slime restraints to catch their breath before diving back into the squirming depravity.

Olindia prefers to fuck boys, mostly giving, but also receiving, while Flou seems to get the most enjoyment from playing with feminine bodies. It’s yet another reason the two of them work well together. They easily accommodate any monster who willingly subjects themselves to the slippery Slime dungeon.

Then there’s Cottontail, who continues to be a very popular girl. Half the Warren at any given time is tripping over themselves trying to please her with choice pieces of fruit or ass. That doesn't even account for the Harpies eager to test whether the third tier Fuzzy folk has become a predator or remains prey.

Kani got a taste for the Showbunny earlier in the day and I find her lingering here for another go. In the relaxed atmosphere of plenty and pleasure, mice and bunnies don’t hesitate to throw themselves at the aquatic carnivore whenever Cottontail isn’t monopolizing the crab girl’s dick.

After considering my options, I think I want a word with Olindia before anything else.