Monster Breeder

127. A Quiet Night in Fieldton, Part 1 (R-18)

Returning to Field Town, we find the party fully underway. Everyone is chatting, snacking, and fucking. A mouse boy feeds a Hobgoblin from a cup of rocky mountain oyster cherries while they lounge in each other’s embrace, a Harpy girl and the captured pregnant Pitcher woman rub their breasts and pussies together while passing blood orange juice back and forth in a slow, messy kiss, and I see a Dire Wolf that Cottontail captured has knotted the Goblin girl forest prisoner who seems content to stay the little spoon for a few hours.

It’s a beautiful sight. We’re only missing a lion Neko lying down with the Lambies.

“Welcome back, heroes!” Aello greets us immediately, eyes half-lidded with easygoing pleasure. The Harpy Matron must really have a thing for prey monsters. The former terror of the skies above Fuzzy Field reclines happily on a pile of Spindle’s purple cushions with a mouse boy eating her pussy, a bunny boy on each breast, and a third bunny rubbing her shoulders while a second mouse boy feeds her from an armful of peeled eyeball grapes. A pair of male Harpies fan the lot of them with their wings. “How did it go?”

Her small harem of furred attendants all seem to genuinely worship her mature curves and thicc, sexy body—no threats or coercion necessary—and there’s plenty of Aello for the tiny males to share since she towers over them by several feet of height.

I give an affable shrug, not wanting to air any Gabby-related dirty laundry in front of one of our few third-tiers. “Could be better, but at least we burned all the Twisted Apple Treefolk.”

“There is that,” Flou says, Megan nodding sagely, both of them no doubt recalling the circumstances of our first meeting.

“Well, there may be a handful or so that happened to be hiding on the opposite side of the forest at the time," I amend, "But we got dozens today.”

“Mmm, yes,” Aello says, half to the mouse between her legs and half to me, “The Elderberry Tree always relied on hiding Treefolk in the forest to obfuscate their numbers. That old geezer never had the ambition to expand, content to squat there in the center of the region. It’ll take decades for him to recover from what you’ve done today.”

Or one more push and the Forest will be free of that evil elder and his horrific hybrids.

“Need anything from me, Alex?” she asks despite clearly not wanting to get up.

“Nope, you’ve done as I asked so far, just as I’ve kept my end of things. Enjoy the night.”

Then Aello’s eyes fall on Gale, and they go wide as saucers. “Gale, my baby bird, is that you!?! Come here and let Momma see you up close!” The Rainbird floats over to her mother, the simple feat earning herself proud ooh’s and ahh’s from the Matron. “I didn’t get a good look at you before, but your feathers… you’re a Rainbird! A Rainbird!!!”

Aello crushes Gale against her bosom, crowding out the bunnies on her nipples who have to content themselves with side-boob for the moment. Happy tears stream from her eyes. “It’s been so many years! So many years since our little mountain had a high-ranked Harpy! Momma is so proud of you, baby!”

“Hurray! Gale is a good girl!”

“The best girl!” Aello agrees. Then she turns to me, “Alex, you better not let Elder Grand Claw take her, now! You have to protect my precious one!”

“I wouldn’t dream of letting her get kidnapped,” I say.

Monal the colorful pheasant girl taps Gale on the shoulder to get her attention and the Rainbird pries herself away from her doting mother. “Mistress Gale, your supper is ready.”

A dramatic sweep of feathers reveals that Gale’s attendants have gone to elaborate lengths to show their worth. Gale’s jaw drops and drool pours from her mouth as she sees Rosie the ebony-skinned flamingo girl has become the subject of the ancient human art of nyotaimori—dozens of choice pieces of meat-fruit have been carefully cut by sharp talons into bite-sized shapes and skillfully arranged into flower shapes atop the Harpy woman’s breasts, tummy, thighs, and mons pubis. Even I’m tempted, and I’m vegan.

“Mmm!!!” Gale hums in delight as she pounces on Rosie.

“Ahn!!!” Rosie moans as Gale thoroughly cleans every speck of flavor from her skin.

I should ask someone to set up a vegetarian version for me. Who do I most want to eat off of…?

Chris the angora bunny girl dashes over to Megan and kneels before the Denki Nezumi with an armload of (thankfully) normal grapes, each hand-peeled. “Would Milady like a snack as she starts her night?”

It seems this bunny is eager to get into the good graces of the sisters leading the New Warren.

“Yes, I would." Her eyes narrow dangerously. "Now, be a dear and hand those over to Sue; my head retainer can handle keeping me well-fed. Your responsibility is catering to Cottontail’s every need and whim. I’ll be dishing out suitable punishments if I discover you’ve been lax in that duty.”

“Y-yes, Milady,” Chris says, shivering as she gives the peeled grapes to Sue and retreats while curtseying.

“I should get back to the kids and take my shift watching them,” Gretta declares as she strolls away. “Hey, is that Douglas? Maybe I should go say hi first…”

The humans are each very popular as pretty much every monster wants to test what legends say about humans being the best lays. Doug is no exception, the salt-and-pepper bearded man having gained a bevy of lady friends—the Hobgoblin girls, female Harpies, mice, and bunny girls surround him while vying to be the next who gets to ride his dick. From the look of things, Gretta might be cutting in line… Brenda is probably getting some new siblings soon, isn’t she?

Jonny sees us and comes over with Bonny in his arms, a long line of female monsters trailing behind him eager for their taste of the young man. He, Brenda, and their little bigear mouse embrace as they’re reunited. The Stone Ooze updates him on the Elderberry Tree situation as they head off to see what the night brings. I happen to see the pregnant Pitcher woman pick up her mouse boy partner and dash off after Jonny. This time I’m positive she has a few extra flowers in her hair than before. I remind myself it's fine as long as she doesn't cause trouble...

Olindia has already disengaged from Sue and it’s early for her to return to my rent-free womb. “Hey, boys, remember me?” the Pink Slime calls as she saunters over to a group of Harpy boys, where I recognize Yellow, Red, Blue, and Green hanging out while snacking on some cum-cumbers (a very messy fruit, indeed). They see her and freeze, expressions torn between wanting to escape and wanting to experience another round with the tentacular prostate-tickler herself. “Flou, you want in on this action?”

Looks like ‘Slime solidarity’ is at it again. Flou was kind of zoning out—probably due to her being extra distractable with three bodies and multiple viewpoints—but doesn’t refuse the offer. It seems she’s interested in double-teaming some cute Harpy butts alongside her Slime sister. Good for them.

Kani stops Gabby from running off by blocking her egress with a giant crab claw and says, "I'll be taking this one for the first part of her punishment." The guilty Goblin doesn't try to get away.

"Perhaps Spindle can be of assistance?" the Wicked Weaver volunteers.

The crustaceous girl raises an eyebrow. "What do you have you think I'd be interested in?"

"Besides hands?" Spindle asks as she whisks away Gabby's robes, leaving the curvy Goblin naked with her succulent peach and ripe melons on display. No twisted wooden rod swings between her legs at the moment, just the grafting point on her crotch.

"Besides hands."

The Webling lifts Gabby onto the crab claw with three arms and a grunt of effort, not exactly being the strongest or largest monster present, while her fourth hand goes exploring the foam that conceals Kani's crotch. Gabby submissively exposes a beautiful green slit between spread legs, fully prepared for the ‘punishment’ to begin, and Spindle lowers her pair of fangs to that fragrant nether flower. Hypodermic fangs pierce the Gobliness's mons pubis to inject a potent brew that has the shortstack Herbalist sweating visibly as Spindle licks away two tiny beads of blood from the swelling sex.

"Ahh, ahn, ahhh," Gabby moans from the barest brief contact of the spider girl's tongue. Then Spindle gives Goblin girl's pussy lips a slight brush with a finger, causing Gabby to arch her back and desperately thrust into the touch while keening, "Kyaaah!"

Kani's ovipositor stiffens in Spindle's attentive, facilitating grasp, punctuating her words with a gentle squeeze, "Imagine what she'll sound like with this thing in her." The crab girl gulps, dark skin already flushing darker from the stimulation and show. "Allow Spindle to take Miss Goblin's rear from behind, and she'll leave the cunt for your enjoyment."

That does the trick. Soon, a hyperventilating Goblin girl is bouncing on Kani's prick while Spindle helps lift and slam Gabby's pussy down. The Webling shoves her face between the two shapely green half-moon buttocks to devour the Goblin's rich, musky flavor. Then she mounts Gabby, inserting her purple arachnid ovipositor in that perfect green pucker. The three of them harmonize their moans as Gabby gets double-teamed and double-penetrated, unable to form coherent words as her ass and pussy get stuffed by the two arthropod girls.

I'll check in on them later.

Megan steals my attention away from the show with a subtle gesture and we make eye contact. She tilts her head in a slight nod at Sue, the frog girl too focused on staring unabashedly at all the surrounding interspecies debauchery to notice, and waggles her eyebrows in a not-so-subtle gesture. Hmm.

A thought occurs to me. "Sue, are you going to be okay out of the water? Where are you sleeping tonight?" I ask while approaching.

"Um, well, my skin is getting dry, but it won't kill me." The frog girl rubs her arms absently, the Froglin's body language reading as uncomfortable, but reluctant to complain.

Gale, finished with her meal, throws her dripping wings around Sue in a damp Rainbird hug. "You can sleep with me! I'm all wet for you!"

When Gale says it, you know the innuendo is accidental.

"Oh, no!" Megan cries, "I didn't even think of that. If I sleep with Gale now, I'll get all pruny..." She clearly views this as the highest level of disaster. Admittedly, I'd hate to wake up super shriveled like I slept in a pool, too. "I need to look my best for my wives!" I can especially get behind that.

"That's terrible!!! Gale doesn't want to make Megan wrinkly!"

"As long as I don't dwy out, I can pwoduce a moistuwizing mucus that'll leave your skin soft as a bunny's bottom!" Sue reassures them.

The three of them hug again after discovering a nighttime routine that lets everyone cuddle.

"I'm glad that's settled, but I was going somewhere else with this. Sue, come with me."  I make to lead the frog girl outside the pavilion. Gale offers to take the grapes from Sue, kneeling to use her cleavage to hold them. It's a thoughtful gesture, even if her 'tangerines' aren't really suitable for the job. Monal kneels across from Gale and presses her large breasts against the Rainbird's modest chest to make a proper serving tray.

With eating grapes as a thinly veiled excuse, Megan gleefully motorboats the two Harpies on her tiptoes while standing on Rosie's tummy. Looks like they won't be bored without us!

When I find a good spot near the Hut and not too far from the pavilion, I stomp with Earth Magic, causing a big chunk of dirt and rocks to pop up in response, and I shove it all aside. Then I do it again. I want this thing deep enough on one side for me to be neck deep, to have a side for Sue to stand on with her head above water, and a sort-of shelf for Megan.

"Um, what are you doing, Lady Alex?"

"Ultimately, I want to dig a lake, but I figure I might as well start with a private bath for you. I think you've more than earned it."

"T-thank you, M-Milady." Sue bobs her head in another modest bow, then does it again as if deciding she didn't go low enough the first time.

I grab stones from the field I detect with Tremor Sense and use magic to shape them flat. Then I begin coating the inside of the hole with them. "All I'm asking in return is that you take good care of my girls."

"Yes, Lady Alex! Yes, of couwse!"

Taking the extra stone, I build a lip around the hole to keep random dirt from falling in. Then I focus my Air Magic to shave the tiles perfectly smooth. "I've seen the way Megan stares at your tongue and tummy. It's not my kink like I don't especially care for ‘water sports,’ so don't expect me to participate on either side of the equation, but I'm fine with it as long as nobody gets hurt. Enjoy yourselves with my blessing, no need to keep apologizing for eating my spouses or random people who give their consent."

"Y-You'we extweemly genewous, Milady. I'd nevew pwesume to ask it of my Mistwess, but if she makes the wequest..." Sue says with a soft, hopeful smile while gently cupping her belly like a woman imagining herself pregnant rather than a hungry predator looking for her next meal. Still, some things need to be said.

I levitate all the stone scraps and dust away before filling the tub with Water Magic. "I'm extending a lot of trust even though I barely know you. Just realize that, if mice and bunnies start disappearing, you'll be one of the first I question. And I shouldn't have to mention anyone who harms my harem will be given over to Spindle's dark side."

Her Froglin eyes widen to the size of dinner plates while I use Plant Growth Magic to surround the bath with short, soft foliage. "N-n-nevewr!!! I wouldn't..." The fire goes out of her emphatic denial and Sue's shoulders slump. She starts crying, more and harder the longer she speaks. "The only weason I evewr did is because Vawi stawved me until I was despewate. She said she wanted me to evolve into a Gulping Muck Toad to help pwotect the spwing, but I think she just liked to watch. She made me eat them alive or else get shocked, then listen to my tummy while they..." *Hic* "I hated it! But I was so, so hungwy.

"Lady Alex, will you let me stay hewre even if I can't evolve? I'll nevewr go hungwy again with all this food, and I only have to eat a few times a month anyway. If Megan can put me to good use satisfying her cawrnel needs, that's mowre than I desewve. Please, allow me to sewrve as hewr living sex toy until she gets tiwred of me—then you can give me to that hot spidewr girl. Being fed to another would be a..." *Sniffle* "Fitting end."

Her confession melts my heart. I take the slippery frog girl in my arms and hold her close, wrapping my top pair around her shoulders while cupping the small of her back with my bottom pair of hands. She sobs into my chest using my breasts as a pillow to cry on. It feels intimate, but not sexual. Her tongue hangs limp and damp between us, squeezed pleasantly between our bellies. We stay like that for a few minutes listening to each other breathe as her hiccups and sniffles subside.

I pull away to arm's length. "Megan told me you were cuddle starved. Feel better?" She nods with downcast Froglin eyes, flat black pupils dividing mosaics of silver by moonlight. "I'm sorry for opening up old wounds. I wanted to scare you a little because I'm protective of them, but I think I went too far." She shakes her head and tries to speak but I silence her with a finger. "I take good care of my harem, and you're in it now. Part of the family. Unless you betray me, I want to give you everything. Pleasure, children, and a lake full of aquatic monsters for you to train how best to serve Megan."

She giggles, her mood finally recovering.

"Lots of cuddles, and lots of kisses." I peck her on the cheek, tasting the salt of her drying tears. "How about we get to know each other for a while? I'll leave you with Megan for the night when she comes to find us. In the meantime, I'm all yours."

"Is it weally okay?" She looks toward the pavilion where we can see Gale, Monal, and Rosie triple-teaming Megan by the purple light of the strange Dark Magic lanterns Spindle hung everywhere. The three Harpies are devouring the little mouse like proper predators, their mouths on her ass, pussy, and claiming her lips with voracious kisses. They swap positions frequently, each of them more eager to taste Megan's next hole than the last.

"Do you think Megan didn't know what I was up to pulling you aside? She's the one who gave me the go-ahead. That's the beauty of a harem that loves itself, Sue. It's letting go of jealousy and embracing one another." I don't have to fear that Megan, Gale, or anyone is cheating on me because I trust them. Their partners are part of my harem, or at least guests I invited to the Vegan orgy. Everyone here is free to share and change partners at will.

"You'wre nothing like Vawi, Alex." Her hand reaches up to cup one of my heavy, pendulous breasts. Her mucus-slick fingers caress my green, reptilian scales like a well-oiled masseuse.

"I'll take that as a compliment." I carefully fold my insectoid wings shut, lift my frog girl companion in my arms, and step into the outdoor bath. We sink to the bottom, leaving our heads above water as we laugh together.