Monster Breeder

133. A Quiet Night in Fieldton, Part 6 (R-18)

“You recharge your Electric Magic reserves by… rubbing your face against Cottontail’s cotton tail?” Gabby asks with blank-faced incredulity.

The Denki Nezumi is anything but ashamed of the unconventional method. “It goes to show the two of us belong together—alongside our respective spouses, of course.” I’m gratified to hear she hasn’t forgotten Gale in the heat of the moment.

Giving up on decorum, Gabby sighs and shrugs. “That’s good news, I suppose. It means you won’t be totally helpless after expending all your energy if there’s a way to renew it manually.”

Cottontail rubs her bottom and pouts. “Easy for you to say! I think I’ll get a friction burn if Megan needs to do that more than a couple times tomorrow.”

*Cough* “Worth it,” Megan fake-coughs into her fist, totally unapologetic.

Spindle stands arm in arm with Kani, who kneels to lean a sleepy head against the Webling’s shoulder. The Wicked Weaver has the beatific expression of one at peace with the world and puts a satisfied hand on her belly, presumably full of crustaceous cum. “Spindle can better concentrate on work tomorrow now she’s blown off some steam.”

“And a Dormouse Matron?” Gabby appraises the former first lady of the Warren. Lois nods respectfully despite momentarily outranking Gabby by a tier. “Hmm, from what I know of that evolution type, they produce pheromones that prevent other monsters of the same category in the same territory from taking that path. There are never two Matrons or Patrons in a single colony.”

“Oh, come on! Is that why I didn’t evolve?” Chrissy objects in frustration.

Megan grabs Chrissy by the hair and pulls the angora bunny down to eye level, “You didn’t evolve because you’re a useless brat. Well, perhaps not totally useless…” Megan says, eyes drifting from bunny boobies to bunny butt, momentarily catching on the fleecy fluff around Chrissy’s neck, ankles, wrists, and tail. Then she releases the handful of white wool and gives Chrissy a parting swat on the rump. The bunny girl takes the heat with a glint of masochistic thrill in her eyes.

My dick is still sore from playing with the two of them, though I did wash us off with Water Magic after we were done.

I review the marks I’ve gained from my previous few trysts.

*Selected Create Inorganic Womb Seed!*

*Impregnation Successful – One Male Breeder Mark!*

*You’ve Conceived a Fuzzy! Congratulations! – One Female Breeder Mark!

*You’ve Conceived a Fuzzy! Congratulations! – One Female Breeder Mark!

*You’ve Conceived a Fuzzy! Congratulations! – One Female Breeder Mark!

*Impregnation Successful – One Male Breeder Mark!*

*Made love to the Dormouse Matron – One Fuzzy Mark!*

*Impregnation Successful – One Male Breeder Mark!*

Glad to see I’m not slacking off. Then an odd detail catches my eye. Something is off about Megan’s tummy tattoo. I’m not sure why I didn’t notice earlier!

“Gabby, check this out,” I say, pointing at Megan’s tiny mousy belly. The Goblin shortstack follows my finger to find the facial portrait of the mouse girl’s surrogate daughter to have changed since this morning. The features remain the blend of familiar traits from both Cottontail and me, though the infant now has yellow fur, black-tipped ears, and her cheeks now bear her mother’s trademark blue ‘-’ on one side and red ‘+’ on the other like an ancient human battery or the opposite poles of a magnet.

“It can’t be!” Gabby exclaims in astonishment. “That’s… that’s… I don’t know, what is she?”

“Chibi Nezumi!” I dub the miniscule evolution with aplomb. That’s right, it’s not in the Book of Monsters. This is an unprecedented event as far as we’re aware.  If I do get a mark for the child’s unique evolutionary state (I might not), it’d be after she’s born, though.

“But evolutions aren’t inheritable,” Gabby mumbles, “Though some colonies have higher percentages of specific elemental types by region…”

I shrug away the mystery and congratulate the mother, “Megan, why didn’t you say anything?” I ask in cheerful confusion. This is fantastic!

“I… I didn’t want you to worry,” Megan replies with a mixture of shame and repressed fear. After taking a moment to consider her feelings, I think I understand. Just like her near-death experience led to an evolution, the unborn child’s transformation implies there was a miscarriage—one that miraculously restabilized after the mother’s evolution. Megan is ashamed to have put my and Cottontail’s offspring in danger for her advancement.

Well, that’s something I can help with.

*Select a Mark for Maternal Inheritance to Pass Along!*

…

I have the choice of any first stage Mark from my normal trees, or any Mark from my Breeder tree. In light of the near-misses we had today, my choice is a must.

*Selected Maternal Fetus Protection!*

Thankfully, I have the ability to make these selections remotely through my tummy tattoo menu. No need to manipulate each of my girl’s belly Brands individually or reapply my seed or something. I do need to reselect it for each individual one of my offspring, which becomes tedious right away and gets worse from there.

Counterintuitively, I’m able to use Paternal Inheritance to give Maternal Marks as well, which means all of my spawn are officially protected at this point. From what I can tell, this ability redistributes damage to the womb across the rest of the mother’s body rather than blocking attacks or preventing injuries. I still have to rely on defense, tactics, and Healing Magic to keep my girls alive.

Still, it’s a big weight off my shoulders.

I explain as much to Megan and the others, who are noticeably relieved by the revelation as well.

With that done, I take a minute to evaluate. It’s getting late. Everyone seems to be winding down; no matter how freaky the sex is, nobody has the stamina to keep it up forever. We really need to turn in soon if we want to be well-rested for tomorrow. But there are still a couple of things left to do tonight.

I grab Megan to tell her what I have in mind, and she has us fetch her wife for what comes next. To my surprise, we find Lucinia and Gale together, but they’re not screwing. We follow our ears outside the pavilion and over to the Kindergarten. Lucinia is leading a small choir of Harpies, including Gale, Monal, and Rosie, in a soft lullaby over the children as the tuckered-out tikes sleep. The soft glow of torch lilies and Dark Magic lanterns illuminates the scene in a dreamy gloaming.

I suppose I do recall Gale telling me the Siren would sing to her when she was a Chicklin, so this makes sense.

We wait for a lull before getting Gale’s attention. Megan explains our intentions, and the Rainbird is eager to participate. I send them off to see Sue while I have two very important conversations.

Returning to the main pavilion, I find Flou taking her late-night pleasure with bunny girls riding her fuzzy bouncy balls with bone handles and mounted dildoes. A simple ‘come hither’ gesture calls one of her bodies over, and the bunny girl attempts to scamper away when she sees the predators are talking, but I didn’t want to interrupt and insist Flou’s partner come along.

I fondle and finger a very starstruck bunny girl who is overwhelmed to be receiving sexual pleasure from the Lady Mayoress herself. At the same time, I explain to Flou the nature of my Inorganic Womb Seed.

“So, what do you think?”

“Boss…” Flou considers for a moment before responding, the bunny girl in my arms now nursing from my breast as I stroke her hair. “Alex, I appreciate the offer, but… that doesn’t feel like me right now.”

Unfortunate. I want her to be happy, and maybe there’s no one right way to do that, but I feel responsible for her current state and want to do everything I can for her. Best case scenario, she’d have loved the opportunity to reclaim an aspect of her femininity this way. I’d been wondering if I could impregnate each of Flou’s Swarm bodies independently, but I won’t be bringing up the question now so as not to pressure her.

“As long as you’re alright.” She’s expressed contentment with playing the part of inanimate objects like clothing, weapons, sex toys, furniture, etc. in the past.

The Fuzzy Slime bobs in affirmation. “Even if this body is capable of bearing life, it doesn’t feel motherly. Maybe my next evolution…”

I give her a hug with the bunny girl squished between us. When I finally pull away, I say, “It’s an option now whenever you’re ready. Have a good night.”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Thanks, Alex. I think we’re almost done here anyway.”

Returning the bunny girl, who finished her last orgasm of the night on my fingers before succumbing to slumber from the soporific effects of my milk, to Flou lets me see the Fuzzy Slime’s cuddly side. Flou envelops the sleepy girl in a full-body embrace of soft fur and shlorps off to place her with the others.

Moving along, I find Jonny, Brenda, and Bonny, who are just chatting at this late hour before heading to bed as well.