Monster Breeder

My mouth falls open in an ‘o’ of shock alongside my wives and their girlfriends’ slack-jawed expressions as Spindle finishes her story.

“Let me get this straight, you flew over the Sand Worm, seduced a Mothra, undermined the Sheikh’s authority, led a rebellion, and captured the enemy leader?” I tick off Spindle’s deeds on my fingers as I list them.

“I-I helped,” Opal insists from over my shoulder, her long, serpentine body coiled around mine to let me lounge on her like a couch that hugs back.

I give her a gentle, loving kiss on the lips, feeling her fangs press against me without penetrating, and say, “Oh, I heard. You deserve a reward later.” Then I rub her tummy where our son grows in her womb, making her coo and hide her face with excited embarrassment, “I love my ruby-scaled, Lamia bride. Welcome back at last, my Opal.”

“…And then what happened?” Suka ignores our lovey-dovey stuff, asking Spindle in a nauseous tone as if hearing about the Webling’s incredible triumph makes her dizzy with incredulity.

“Hmm?” Spindle peels her attention from the lovely moth girl reclining dreamily in her arms in the shade of the pavilion and back to her riveted audience. “Oh, yes. You’ll want to hear about the Lizardman tribe as well.”

“Sand Goblins!”

“The Sheikh is coming!”

“Hold your ground, today we die with honor!” Steeltooth rallied his troops for a totally unnecessary final stand.

“H-hi, Steeltooth, it’s me, Opal. We’re back, so there’s no need to fight.”

The leader of the Lizardmen blinked his reptilian eyes against the waning sun, shifting his gaze from Opal’s snakelike body and glittering red scales to Spindle’s Wicked Weaver form emerging at the head of the Goblin forces. “Opal, it’s you! And Spindle, the gentle Webling, returned! We worried we’d never see either of you again, at least until Huntress Suka reported your good health. Does this mean Alex defeated our hated enemy?” Some Goblins stepped aside at that point to reveal the once-great-and-powerful Sheikh hogtied and being carried by two Hobs.

The stupefaction of the Oasis Lizardmen tribe knew no bounds.

“I can’t believe it,” Steeltooth gasped, then readied a fighting stance, “Our kin have been rescued, and our enemies delivered unto our claws…”

Sand Goblins, Belly Dancers, and Hobs summoned their weapons for combat.

“It’s not their fault. We were all slaves to the Sheikh’s will!” one of the Kobold Belly Dancers exclaimed.

“Spindle saved us from a lifetime of servitude,” a Cactus Belly Dancer added with a hand on her pregnant belly.

“Don’t hurt the Sand Goblins, Steeltooth,” Opal begs, “I kind of feel bad about the ones I ate knowing they only kidnapped me because they were forced to obey the Sheikh.”

“It alright. Sand Gobbo no ‘pologize for Sand Gobbo do. Got tah eat, got tah fuck, ‘nough said. It not same now Sand Gobbo folla’ Lady Spindle.”

“We folla’ Lady Spindle to owah graves!” a Sand Hob cheered.

“I’d nev’r lived until Lady Spindle had ‘er way wit me!” a female Sand Goblin screamed with zealous fervor while clutching her genitals beneath her skintight cloth wrapping. “She made me cum mah brains out!”

““We all cummed owah brains out!”” the crowd of sweaty, cloth-wrapped Goblins yelled with one mind. ““Die for Lady Spindle! Kill for Lady Spindle!””

“Please don’t misunderstand,” Spindle said to the assembly of two monster tribes, “Spindle captured the Sheikh for her Mistress’s gratification. Her mission here was merely to retrieve Mistress Vermillion’s Opal, and nothing more. Any other perceived benefit is the pure happenstance of Spindle being kind of amazing.” *Urp!* Spindle loosed a lewd cum-belch with a hand daintily covering her mouth. She did have to suck a lot of cocks today to make this happen. “However, despite Spindle’s modesty, she won’t refuse if others feel indebted to her. She intends to bring these ruffians back to Field Town to serve the Lady Mayoress. You’re welcome to join them.”

“Hrm, very well,” the Lizardman leader granted, “It seems we owe everything to Mistress Alex’s will, and Lady Spindle in deed. Far be it from us to take our vengeance on the Mayoress’s future servants. However, the Oasis Lizardfolk won’t fall in line so easily. This demands a contest of dominance!”

Spindle raised her arms to weave two cat’s cradles of Dark Magic threads in her four hands as she replied, “What kind of contest?”

“Only the most charismatic and virile can lead the Lizardfolk,” Opal informed the audience. “Last time, after Malik died, Steeltooth won handily because…” Steeltooth swept aside his loincloth, revealing the nine-inch metallic phallus protruding from his cunt. Lizardmen looked on with envy despite having two cocks apiece, and Kobolds stared at the impressive dildo with unabashed reverence. “I possess an ancient human relic that makes me the equal of any who question my leadership! My sexual stamina is unmatched in our tribe—I stay hard when others grow soft.”

“You dare challenge Spindle to an old-fashioned fuck-off? Mwah ha ha ha! She accepts!”

“Spindle, you didn’t…?” Suka facepalms.

“Didn’t what? Outfuck everyone else in two tribes? Of course she did. Her Mistress blessed Spindle with the inability to cum in any hole that can’t withstand her corrupting seed. Spindle’s ovipositor proved more than a match for her competition, she has her aphrodisiac venom, and her technique won the day by popular vote.”