Monster Breeder

77. Another Quiet Night At Home, Part 4 (R-18)

A choking sound from nearby steals my attention.

I look up to see Cottontail still suspended in the air by Olindia’s tendril shoved in her butt like a sock puppet. The bunny girl’s swollen belly looks pregnant, except for the many moving masses inside.

“This onahole is the best~!” The Pink Jellyfish Slime has an expression of sublime rapture as she watches her tentacle ravage Cottontail’s bowels.

Then the bunny girl gets one last gasp of air before a large bulge travels up her throat to fill her mouth. Her eyes sparkle with unshed tears, but her stiffy bitty clitty is drooling cream nonstop.

Filled with lust at the deviant, erotic sight, I lunge forward to steal Cottontail’s lips with mine. She returns the kiss momentarily before a huge invader that dwarfs the bunny girl’s tongue emerges from Cottontail’s mouth to part my lips and strain my jaw. It’s smooth, slimy, and warm from my fuzzy lover’s body heat. It tastes like Olindia, ocean brine with cherry flavoring, the Slime having absorbed anything unsavory on the journey.

“Alex!? You want in on this?”

I grab Cottontail’s ass by the buttocks, walking over to place her derriere in Olindia’s lap. The Jellyfish Slime’s eyes go wide as she meets my gaze and smiles broadly. She sees the affection I have for her, my gratitude for the times she saved my life, and accepts this as my permission to take her reward for a hard day’s work.

“O-okay, I’m putting it in~”

The pseudopod in my mouth plunges down my throat in a frenzy. My already full stomach bulges and I feel her racing through my innards.

“Yes!! Fuck, Alex! I’m going to put my big thing in your tight gut-pussy!”

I can tell Olindia gets erotic tactile feedback from all her pseudopods the way Flou does. It must be like having an extremely long, prehensile penis. That’s why she enjoys stuffing her tentacles into as many holes as possible.

Meanwhile, with one hand to guide the way, I shove my twin dicks into Olindia’s cunt and pucker. The Slime girl’s holes are perfectly slick, offering no resistance to my penetration, but dutifully grip and squeeze my rods. Her backdoor is a tight o-ring opening into a gelatine chamber on my one cock, while her cunt is a ribbed channel surrounding the other.

“Oh, my fuck! Amazing! You feel so awesome inside me!”

My hands move to grasp Olindia’s plush rump. My fingers sink into her yielding buns for purchase. We squish a gagging Cottontail between our melons as I fuck Olindia, and she plunges through my deepest, darkest corners. I slam into her with reckless abandon, using Wolf Rushes to pound her in all haste. My mission is to make her cum before the bunny girl faints from asphyxiation; I don’t want Cottontail to miss any of the fun tonight!

Then I feel the internal invader reach the end of her path. A huge pink tentacle pokes through my rosebud in triumph, spotlessly clean, before turning to stuff my next-door hole.

“Ah! Ahhh!! Alex, you’re incredible!!!”

Wolf Rush! I power through the ecstasy of being double penetrated as my oxygen levels deplete to continue pushing my cocks into my pink partner. Cottontail is barely hanging on to consciousness, her clitty rubbing against the smooth expanse of my sweaty, bulging tummy with each thrust.

“Yesss!!!”

Olindia climaxes as I cream her bubblegum depths. I watch through her translucent membrane as white splashes into her pink jelly interior and touches her rosy marble-sized core. I smile as my brand appears on her tummy.

Then I’m withdrawing, not willing to waste time basking in the post-orgasmic aftershocks. Stepping away from Olindia stretches her tentacle further, pulling its tip from my cunt. I plant a foot on the Slime girl’s middle, grasp the pseudopod in Cottontail’s ass by the root, and start rapidly pulling hand over hand.

“Aaahhhnnn!!!” Olindia screams and arches her spine as mind-blowing sensations wrack her whole being.

The bunny girl’s eyes roll up into her head both from lack of air and the insane erotic pleasure of having an endlessly long dick pulling out. The tip is sucked back into my rear, and I can trace its path through my innards by feel. Even I’m seeing spots as Olindia’s tentacle finally pops out of my mouth and vanishes into Cottontail’s throat.

She gasps for air, not having fallen fully unconscious; no need for resuscitation. Success!

I move my hands to Cottontail’s buns and retreat at a more leisurely pace. Having gradually come down from her high, the Slime girl obliges to reel in her greatly extended tendril. My bunny girlfriend makes the cutest faces as the long, long, pseudopod unspools from her innards.

Cottontail motions to be let down, so I set the bunny girl on her wobbly feet. She waddles awkwardly over to Olindia, who seems equally out of it. The Pink Slime has glazed eyes as she lies spreadeagled with her nether holes dribbling spunk overflow. Cottontail mounts Olindia’s belly, leans over the tall hills of the Slime’s squishy melons, and lays a kiss on plush lips.

“You’re a really scary predator, Miss Olindia,” Cottontail says while her fingertip doodles on the Jellyfish Slime’s chest. “Do you think you could maybe do this again for me and my sister tomorrow?”

“Y-y-yeah, sure, C-Cottontail. Anything.” She gulps, a lingering muscle memory from her time as a human. “Anything, yeah, sure. S-sounds like fun.”

“It’s a date, then.” Cottontail gives Olindia another brief kiss, this one reciprocated, before leaving the Slime girl dazed and confused.

I collect Cottontail in my arms before returning to Gale and Megan.

“Not too scary?” I ask my favorite bunny girl. (Flou is a former bunny girl, a totally separate category.)

Cottontail shakes her head as she looks up at me with hearts in her eyes. “You were there, so I knew I was safe.”

I chuckle a bit. “I know you like the prey-fantasy of dangerous sex. I’m right there with you, to be honest. For me, I’m responsible for my own safety, so I can’t fully let myself get carried away in the scenario. In your case, though, I won’t let anything happen to you. After today, I feel even better about entrusting your life with Gabby and Suka, and now Spindle. But Olindia is a bit of a ditz, if a sweet ditz. Promise me you’ll only play with her while supervised by someone we trust.”

“Okay. I do like her, though.”

“Yeah, me too.” I kiss Cottontail and nuzzle her throat.

Gale and Megan are cuddling on the floor, their eyes darting from Gabby spit-roasting Suka with Twisted dildoes to Spindle getting reverse-spit-roasted between Dura and Flou, then back, and forth… and back again.

Lucinia is crouched on the floorboards, bird-butt in the air, moaning as one of Flou’s bodies pounds a fleshy protuberance into her cloaca.

“What are you doing to that bird?” I tease Flou.

“I’m mirroring the feeling of Spindle’s spider ovipositor fucking my other body to her. It’s pretty fun.”

“Cool. I’ll be taking these two, and I’ve got a job for your third body, okay?”

“M‘kay.” Flou continues to pound Lucinia without pausing.

“Enjoying the orgy so far?” I ask Gale and Megan, who turn to us.

“Oh, Alex, and… Cottontail,” Megan finally notices we’ve been standing nearby while they played voyeur and hesitates upon seeing her sibling for the first time in days (not counting the time they spent restrained). She decides to answer my question before changing subjects, “Yes, the spider lady was terrifying at first, but it seems like she only wants to have fun.”

“I’m having a great time!” Gale announces with overflowing pride. She tosses her hair, floofs her feathers, and says, “Gale is a big girl who can have sex outside the nest, now!”

“…Megan,” Cottontail says tears brimming in her eyes, and I set the bunny down. “Things got a bit hectic after the battle, but I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to tell you how relieved I am you’re alright anyway.”

“It’s okay, I know what it’s like getting carried away by a cute predator,” Megan says, tilting her head at Gale, who happily pecks her head in gratitude for the compliment. “I honestly didn’t think I’d make it home this time.”

Lip trembling, the mouse girl rushes from Gale’s side to embrace her sister, who’s a head and a half taller. Cottontail folds Megan into a soft hug… a very soft hug, with the mouse girl’s face pressed against B-cup bunny bonbons.

Megan pulls away with an eyebrow raised, taking in Cottontail’s version of the sultan’s harem outfit with fake boobs included, and really lets it sink in for the first time. “Um, mind telling your sister what’s going on with… all this?” she says, her gesture including Cottontail’s entire being, and she’s clearly not referring to seeing her sibling naked. The Warren was basically a nudist colony, after all.

Now that I think of it, maybe Cottontail is already showing some of that famous pregnant ‘glow?’

“Megan, I, um, you see, I-I’d like to introduce you to my cute predator!” Cottontail motions at me. “She killed two Mole-men on my behalf before thoroughly ravishing me. During our time together, she… let’s say, ‘opened my mind’ to some new possibilities. I sort of rediscovered myself, made a promise to be her prey, and decided to—to become a girl!

“Yes, I know it sounds strange, but I really do prefer things this way,” Cottontail says as she bobs in place slightly, demonstrating the bounciness of her vanity mammaries.

“It’s not that strange, sis. I’ve always been jealous of your butt, you know. I will say it’s super unfair your breasts are bigger than mine now.”

“Megan’s boobies are still the cutest!!!” Gale asserts with grim resolve, though her gaze naturally strays to mine and Cottontail’s… and any bouncing orbs in the vicinity.

“T-thank you.” The bunny girl sniffles, trying to hold back tears that spill forth. “Thanks, Megan!” Cottontail gloms onto her smaller sister, who reciprocates the hug.

“No problem, sis. It’s not my business to say what you can’t be. Although, I am glad to see Flou ‘supporting’ your decision,” Megan says while gesturing at Cottontail’s fuzzy, ruby-encrusted bralette.

“Oh, yes, and Alex has been incredible as well! She used her magic to get me pregnant.”

“How does that work?” The mouse girl blinks in surprise before her gaze falls on Cottontail’s heart-shaped tummy tattoo.

Following her sister’s eyes, Cottontail places a hand on her belly and smiles. “After Alex and I made love, she conceived our daughter. Then she created an artificial womb inside me and implanted our offspring there.”

“Speaking of pregnancies,” I smoothly segue, “How would you two girls like to do me a favor?”