Monster Breeder

130. A Quiet Night in Fieldton, Part 3 (R-18)

With that decision out of the way, I have another task ahead of me. “I need volunteers for me to impregnate to get more Breeder marks, especially for Power Bond.”

“There’s the whole of the New Warren,” Gabby suggests.

Megan shakes her head, “Iffy. Anyone not previously pregnant by Peter has already gotten to Cottontail by now. Although, I suppose there’s a chance her seed hasn’t taken root yet.”

“What about the male population?” the shortstack Goblin girl reminds. “Alex has that capability.”

“I don’t like that for a couple of reasons,” I explain. “First of all, I want to limit my offspring to my harem for personal reasons even if it restricts an easy avenue to power. I’d like to know and raise each of my children, which will be difficult if I can’t even remember all of their names. Next, there’s the exploitation angle. I’m sure the male Fuzzies would accept the offer to bear my children, but would it be for selfish gains or be fear-motivated rather than an honest desire to experience motherhood? The same goes for our ‘guests’ and the Harpies.”

Not to mention the Female Harpies are all pregnant by Elder Grand Claw.

“Lastly, from what I can tell, the number of marks each Power Bond costs goes up significantly. Whether the price pattern is 1, 3, 5, or 1, 3, 6 or 1, 3, 9, getting the quantity of Breeder marks to get more than three or four Power Bonds is going to become prohibitively expensive very fast. I probably won’t be able to get more than half a dozen Power Bonds no matter what until next year when everyone’s ready to breed again. That’s setting aside the possibility of a hard limit.”

I’ve got no proof the ability doesn’t max out at level three.

“Alright, that leaves us,” Suka says, nodding along as she hears me out. Then she hugs Isabella tight and puts a possessive paw on Moka’s thigh. “I’ve been wanting you to help my Mate and I conceive since I can’t father whelps. Our cute pet, too.”

The Dryad woman blushes cutely like a maiden while their Bunny girl plaything burns with lust at the idea.

Megan speaks up next. “Alex, I want you to put Cottontail’s baby in Sue. She won’t object to her mistress’s wishes. Also, you should at least double-check that Chrissy and Lois are pregnant.”

“Fair enough.” Good thing I didn't knock-up Sue without checking in first, or else Megan would be mad. 

That’s around the time Jonny and Mulu finish another round with exultant cries of climax locked in one another’s arms as a bouquet of flowers blooms in her hair. A second later, Dura walks by and plucks the plant girl from his lap before plopping down herself. “Time for snu-snu,” the Ogress says as she grinds her center against the much smaller human male until he regains his hardness. Jonny can’t help it with those flopping grapefruit-sized jubblies in his face.

Dura squats over the young man and starts dropping her ass on his crotch with enough force to make me wince, but Jonny seems to like it judging by the way his eyes roll up into his head. She pins him in place with her elbows on either side of his head, jugs smothering his face as her muscular back arches and her boulder of a butt twerks on his rod. Mulu jills herself frantically at the spectacle. 

Gale, Brenda, Marcy, and Lucinia have been enjoying themselves nearby during our planning session, and now change partners as well.

Megan’s tail pulls Bonny (gasping for breath from all that cunnilingus) up by the throat to service Marcy’s banana cock on tiptoes while the Denki Nezumi plays with the Fruit Nymph’s dangling cherry testes. Then Megan slips her other hand into Marcy’s dripping cunt. The Fruit Nymph’s eyes glaze, going weak in the knees and doubling over the bigear mouse girl’s head. Strawberry tits crush those large mouse ears flat as an enormous bulge appears in Bonny’s throat. Megan withdraws her digits before shoving her fist against Marcy’s asshole, pops it inside with a moist shlorp, and starts punching the Fruit Nymph’s prostate—penetrating shoulder-deep with each thrust—while squeezing the plant girl’s cherries.

Marcy grabs Bonny by the head and desperately pulls the bigear mouse’s tiny mouth down the entire length of her massive plantain dick to kiss her pubic mound. Then the mouse girl’s belly swells with banana juice squeezed from the Fruit Nymph’s cherry nutsack.

Brenda the Green Stone Ooze grabs Lucinia from where the Siren perches on the ground—dazed from the Fruit Nymph’s thorough fucking—and starts plowing bird cloaca while pinching her plump nipples.

Gale finds Mulu in turn and begins eating out Jonny’s savory human seed from the photosynthetically green pussy between soft olive thighs like she hadn’t been peppering the plant girl’s Pitcher kin with hundreds of deadly holes mere hours ago. Likewise, Mulu has no objection to slurping Brenda’s apple-flavored cum from Gale’s petite sopping quim as the two of them curl up in a tantric sixty-nine of feathers and petals.

Suka and Isabella fall tangled together amidst the orgiastic chaos, kissing and fondling one another. They roll over and over until Suka rises on top with the Dryad’s wrists pinned in her flaming grip. I watch the Flamestalker’s torchlike tail wag enthusiastically as she steals another kiss before leaving Isabella spreadeagled and breathless, steaming core exposed for onlookers’ pleasure. “There, I got Bel all warmed up for you, Alex. Enjoy~”