Monster Breeder

79. Another Quiet Night At Home, Part 6 (R-18)

“Aaaahhhhnnnn!” Gabby screams as her three cocks explode inside Suka’s mouth, ass, and pussy.

“Fffuuuck!!!” Dura shouts with her hands on Spindle’s head as she arches her spine and thrusts her big clit between the Webling’s parted lips. The Ogress’s body goes rigid with venom-enhanced ecstasy before falling limp.

“~Ahhahhaaah~!” Lucinia sings as Flou mirrors Spindle’s thrusts from one Fuzzy Slime body receiving to a parallel Fuzzy Slime body fucking the Siren’s cloaca.

Dura’s chest heaves, making her enormous breasts do interesting, eye-catching things while Spindle caresses the larger woman’s ass, tummy, nether hole, and tits with four hands, each dark with overlapping tattoos. The corrupted Webling proves once again to be a tender lover, massaging and kissing the Ogress all over while Dura weathers the passing storm of climactic pleasure.

Gabby extracts herself from entanglement, leaving the ‘punished’ Cinderwolf girl after having thoroughly taken her winnings. Suka lies dazed on the floor for a time while leaking splooge from her three main fuck-holes.

“You’re lucky, bitch.” The Goblin girl’s expression is warm, holding no hint of insult in the b-word as she speaks. “I would’ve kept going for hours, except I couldn’t hold back with someone evolving before my eyes.” Seeing Cottontail evolve made her cum? Knowing Gabby, I shouldn’t doubt. “Alex, what happened?”

I recount the course of events in detail, but Gabby forces me to go over everything twice before she’s satisfied. During that time, Spindle fingers Dura’s G-spot to hip-bucking completion once more, reducing the massive muscular woman to a contented puddle on the floor.

Megan embraces Cottontail while the bunny girl acclimates to the changes, but something overcomes the predators.

Gale rips a hole in the teddy with her talons for the bunny’s clitty to pop forth and starts riding Cottontail with abandon. Flou discovers she can partially merge with and decorate the outfit, further increasing the cup size, covering the red teddy’s surface in ruby rhinestones, and adding tasteful jewels to the collar, cuffs, and bowtie. Olindia, not satisfied with their earlier tryst, slips Slime tentacles beneath the clothing to ravage the bunny girl’s mouth-pussy and ass. Spindle finishes with Dura and seems eager to join in the play.

I pity the poor girl if Cottontail is still wearing this outfit when Dura and Suka recover.

“Gabby, I have the whole Book of Monsters in my head, and whatever Cottontail has become isn’t in there. Also, why is she evolving now instead of after the battle?”

My Goblin wife considers the situation and my questions for a moment before speaking. “You’re right, she’s not in the book. I’ve never heard of an evolution that made the recipient weaker, but the outfit’s main magical ability seems to be somewhat disadvantageous. Oh, my, I’m personally finding it difficult to restrain myself from pushing the others aside so I can have a turn.”

Green palms stroke the Twisted rod between her legs to soothe her libido as Gabby continues, “Hmm, I can’t imagine this being a normal evolution in the wild. The requirements must be quite convoluted. It appears to be a response to the high number of predator encounters she’s survived. Perhaps the outfit’s purpose is to inflame her enemies’ lust, inclining them to fuck instead of eating her. Yes, that seems reasonable. I wouldn’t discount her Spawn Count, either.”

“Spawn Count?”

The accomplished Apprentice adjusts her spectacles and answers, “Her number of offspring, of course. The Patron and Matron lines aren’t the only evolutions influenced by such things.”

It’s true, Cottontail did ‘father’ her second and third children right before evolving…

“If Spindle were gambling,” the Webling adds as she happily trots over on six spider legs, “She’d wager on Vermillion’s brand playing a significant role.”

“Yes, well, regardless,” Gabby concludes, “I’ll have to record all this information in the book. A confluence of several factors is most likely responsible.”

“About that,” I begin, “My mark system lists the name of the evolution I encountered along with a relevant feat, so I should be able to find out what Cottontail has become the next time we have sex.”

“W-what?” Gabby blinks, her yellow eyes going huge. “Y-yes! Go, now, do it, hurry up, and fuck her! If there’s an official name for this evolution, I…we need to know, for science!!”

Spindle smiles broadly, exposing her fangs as she laces her fingers together. “A wonderful idea! Vermillion, you need my latest mark as well after my evolution, correct?”

Oh, yeah. “Yes, I do.”

“Then Spindle would like to submit a request for a threesome with little Miss Sweet Treat.”

“Sure,” I shrug acceptance.

“Tch,” Gabby clicks her tongue and walks over to grab Lucinia, Olindia, Gale, Megan, and Flou to pass the time.

I rush over to kiss my green-skinned wife on the cheek. “You’re next,” I whisper breathily into her ear. I’m rewarded with a visible shudder running through the Goblin’s diminutive frame.

“I’ve been patient, but don’t make me wait too long.” Gabby’s tone turns the threat into a sweet promise.

“Love you, honey,” I say, kissing her again.

She squeezes my ass briefly, then returns to her chosen partners.

I also turn to see Spindle with Cottontail in her arms as fangs plunge into the bunny girl’s groin. The itty bitty clitty grows a shade darker, engorged with blood, and lengthens by half an inch. The Webling rushes to my side, partner in tow, and presses her feminine upper half against me.

She runs a single finger down my chest between my breasts as she gazes up at me with her eight glowing amethyst eyes. “Spindle has been wanting to thank you, Vermillion. This has been everything promised and so much more. She has many playmates as well as a new path to power. And, it occurs to her, the mountain would’ve been doomed without your intervention.”

Following her logic, I see what she means. Malik’s plan was basically:

Step One, enslave the Lizardmen under the mountain.

Step Two, capture enough humans to evolve. Failing that, capture a Webling to corrupt.

Step Three, spread corruption through the mountain’s Webling population.

Step Four, ???

Step Five, profit!

I arrived at the precipice of a much larger incident that could’ve plunged the entire region into an extermination war. A war that surely would’ve taken Spindle’s life or enslaved her to an evil (and not the fun kind of ‘evil’) power.

“You have Spindle’s everlasting appreciation. That said, she is extremely, extremely horny.” The spider girl’s dark hand closes on my left breast and squeezes enticingly. “Did you notice Spindle hasn’t cum with her cock yet?” A glance down shows the everted purple phallus on her spider half pulsing with pent-up energy. “This ‘ovipositor’ releases a load of corruption that would harm any of your harem.

“By your order, Spindle is bound to never achieve release except in one of your own precious holes. She teases herself and edges close to climax over and over but can’t finish without you, Vermillion. Only you have a link to the Profane in your magic. Only you can take this load without being corrupted. Please, please, allow Spindle to paint your insides with her dark energy!!!”

The spider girl begs, throwing herself at me like a drowning woman. She clings to me, sensually dragging the tips of her fingers across my skin.

Cottontail doesn’t look much better at our side; the bunny girl is stiff with the need to stick her clitty somewhere soft and wet. She’s all worked up from being humped and fucked by the other predators before Spindle dragged her away.

I lean down to plant a kiss on the Webling’s plump, black lips stark against her pale blue skin. “You’ve both been very good. I think it’s time for a reward.”

I explain the position I want to Spindle.

“That does sound fun!”

After earning her approval, she’s kind enough to weave a silken harness for me. It’s basically a sex swing that allows me to hang upright while exposing my butt for fun times. The spider girl mounts me from the front, taking the tip of my first rod in her pussy.

“Mmm,” Spindle hums as she slides down my length to the hilt. She presses her body against mine, rubbing our breasts together while she caresses my sides, shoulders, and arms with her four hands. My toes curl.

Then I interrupt the embrace to lift Cottontail and place her between us, the bunny girl’s shoulders against my stomach and her head between by breasts. The smooth fabric of her erotic outfit brushes my skin and I smile as I cop a feel of her brand-new bunny boobies. I’m so lucky.

The next part is a little tricky.

“Are you sure I’ll fit?”

“Don’t be shy, jab it in there, Miss Sweet Treat,” the spider girl encourages our pet bunny girl. “Spindle will say if she is uncomfortable.”

Shrugging and biting her lip, Cottontail prods her clitty against the Webling’s vulva, attempting to slide in beside my cock. Spindle helpfully rocks her hips without success. I’m glad both of us have Bunny Stamina, otherwise this would have the additional awkwardness of trying to stay hard while messing around with odd positions.

“Put her in first,” I suggest, “My tip is narrower.” The Ovipositor/Lizardman hemipenis I sport tapers toward the end with the intention of slipping through a cervix. I think I’ve got the better angle as well.

Spindle pushes herself off my rod and aims for Cottontail throbbing prick. The bunny girl squirms between us as the corrupted Webling’s cunt slides home. Then I’m arching my back and thrusting my hips to catch my tip on the edge of Spindle’s nether tunnel. I feel the bulge of Cottontail’s coin purse beneath fabric resting on the base of my dick, the velvet grip of Spindle’s channel as I slide in, and the hard press of the bunny girl’s clitty frotting against my rod inside our mutual lover.

“Ah, you’re filling Spindle so nicely,” she coos while rolling her hips on us.

“Y-yes,” Cottontail hisses, eyes clenched shut from overwhelming sensations even though we’ve barely gotten started.

With a predatory grin, Spindle takes the bunny girl’s face in her hands and takes Cottontail on a journey with her lips and tongue. It’s a sweet, lovemaking kiss.

While she’s distracted, I hook my finger through the fabric running between Cottontail’s butt cheeks, pull it aside, and align my second cock’s tip with the rosebud in her soft valley. To my astonishment, I see something remarkably close to vaginal fluid greasing the previously dry anal hole. It looks and smells clean… Cottontail’s evolution gets natural butt-lube?!? My dick shoves into the bunny’s backdoor with a slick pop.

I’m in heaven! This hole has the tight grip of typical rear entry, the sweet slickness of a woman’s honey tunnel, and the massaging grip of a trained vagina. Fuck! This is a real cheat-evolution!

“Ahh ahhhn!” Cottontail breaks the kiss to loudly groan as she squirms atop me. Spindle attacks her neck with nipping teeth. My hands reach for brand-new bunny breasts and squeeze the beautiful B-cups beneath her black teddy. “Aaallleeexxx!” I rock my hips, sliding in and out of Cottontail’s tight little hole. “Yesss!”

The cutie’s coin purse contracts and wet warmth explodes around my shaft buried in the Webling’s channel as Cottontail cums on us both. The clitty flush with my cock twitches and jerks with each subsequent spurt. Bunny Stamina and aphrodisiac venom keep her hard while her lovers’ attentions keep her high on plateaus of pleasure.

“Don’t forget, you said Spindle deserves a reward,” the spider girl says as her arachnid abdomen curls under us.

A pulsing purple phallus turgid with Webling blood and corruption brushes my ass cheeks as Spindle attempts to navigate my nethers by feel. A pair of Spindle’s hands tenderly massage my buttocks before spreading my derriere. Her ovipositor’s head, slick with slippery precum, presses into my pucker.

I relax my sphincter muscles and the Webling’s long, firm, hot length slides inside me. It’s a delicious sensation. Her phallus is thick and smooth with a slight curve that rubs some wonderful places on each thrust.

“Spindle can’t restrain herself any longer. Please, take her everything, Vermillion!” Her face scrunches up cutely as she pushes herself to reach completion.

The thrusts come harder and faster as my rear is pounded over and over. Spindle hilts her ovipositor in me before withdrawing to the tip and slamming home again and again. She uses my ass with starving hunger and a desperation unlike anything I’ve felt before. She fucks my butt like it’s the last hole on earth.

“Aaahhhnnn!” I moan as my body swells with heat and pressure.

Rocking my hips into Cottontail’s depths and Spindle’s cunt isn’t the same as a proper fucking. It’s more of a sweet pleasure that spreads throughout me along with the satisfaction of sheathing my rods in two delightful holes. What drives me to climax is the rough ravaging of my anus.

Cottontail is a different story. Spindle is fucking me so hard that each of her hammer-blows thrusts my shaft further into the bunny girl’s blissful depths. Not to mention my second rod is in the Webling’s cunt, so she ends up screwing herself as well. If anything, Spindle redoubles her efforts upon receiving her own thrusts by proxy.

“I-I’m cumming!” Cottontail shouts as she creams the Webling’s velvet channel again.

I’m seconds behind as Spindle’s ass-fucking reaches a fever pitch. The spider girl’s body goes rigid, her abdomen contracting to deliver a powerful load, and the phallus inside me erupts with a tidal wave of lava. That’s the best word I can use to describe it, molten lava that spreads through my system and lights my blood on fire. My climax shatters through me like diving into an ice-covered lake so cold it burns.

“Vermillion!!!” Spindle’s jaw goes slack as her tongue lolls forth and drool dribbles from the corner of her mouth.

“Ahhhhnnn!!!” I cum like a river, cream gushing forth to fill the Webling’s already pregnant womb, spunk splashing back onto myself and Cottontail.

*Toyed with the Playmate Bunny – One Fuzzy Mark!*

*Satisfied the Wicked Weaver Webling – One Darkling Mark!*

The burning hot corruption courses through my body like a fever. I’m flushed and sweating. The flame in my veins goes from euphoric, to painful, to almost unbearable before being drained out of my system through my tummy tattoo like a bathtub with the plug pulled.

Powerful magic subsides, leaving me sticky, warm, and snugly embracing two beautiful women pregnant with my offspring. I’m feeling pretty damn good.