Monster Breeder

Spoiler

Ugly bastard fucking monster girl, Trigger Warning for abusive parents / misgendering, Potentially offense pejorative

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It turns out I can cum in a lot of monster butts without getting bored.

Time passes, but not more than a few hours. I’m embarrassed to admit how long it took me to realize almost everyone from the original orgy is gone, having been gradually replaced by newcomers. There’re also a lot more monsters here than before.

At least I’ve maintained my resolve to keep from impregnating anyone. I couldn’t live with myself leaving a child behind who might get eaten by a Mole-man without me ever knowing.

I stand despite being covered with mice and bunnies of both sexes. With my Orc Strength, they can’t exactly stop me.

“Alright, where’s Cottontail?”

There’s a pregnant pause.

Bonny speaks up (Chris and Stew are long gone), “I heard P-Peter has him.”

I frown. “Show me.”

“No!” Bonny and the other monsters cry. “Don’t go! Peter will ruin you.”

“So I heard, but I’m going whether or not anybody helps.”

The monsters before me are shamed into silence. Just then, a bunny bursts into the room saying, “Peter found out about the human, and wants to see her!”

That causes a ruckus as the monsters around me argue about whose fault this is.

“I only told my sis!”

“I only told my cousins!”

“I only told my best friends!”

Yeah, as a wise ancient human once said, ‘Two can keep a secret if one is dead.’

I approach the newcomer and lay a hand on her shoulder, “Lead the way.”

The bunny girl nods shakily and proceeds to show me the way through the maze of tunnels to the hub. A few mice and bunnies make a half-hearted attempt to stop me and hide me, but they’re too scared of getting in trouble to put up a real fight.

Hold on, Cottontail. I’m coming.

The hub has a much higher ceiling than the tunnels. Enough so an Orc could stroll about if one somehow got down here. There are stone pillars throughout the large open area to support the ceiling, except for what I realize is an audience chamber with a mound of dirt shaped like a recliner substituting the royal throne.

Sitting there is a really big bunny. Like, eight feet tall if my guess is right.

Peter, because this has to be him, is fat. Not just fat, he looks like a retired weightlifter. Big, bulky arms, man boobs, and a pear-shaped body to start. Unlike the bunny boys, he’s furry all over except the face, which has heavy stubble over a cleft chin. His fur is pale grey, half his left ear is missing with a jagged bitemark, he holds a carrot in his mouth like a cigar, and he’s masturbating in public.

That is to say, he has one of his huge mitts wrapped around a mouse girl’s waist, and he’s casually jacking off with her like he’s using an onahole. He looks bored. The mouse girl, on the other hand, is squeaking with each fast-paced thrust like a dying animal. She’s drooling with her eyes rolled up into her skull, and her tongue is lolling out while an enormous bulge pounds her stomach from inside.

When she stops squeaking, he pulls her off his monster schlong and tosses her into a pile of groaning, cum-stuffed monsters like a stack of used tissues. An anxious bunny steps up for him to grab and jam onto his fat throbbing rod. This little rabbit is fresh and starts a new round of sexual screams at top volume. I notice a long line of bunnies and mice (both sexes each) looking on with dread as they await their turn on the ‘ride.’

Based on what I recall from the Book of Monsters’ description, Peter must be a Bunny Patron. A third-tier monster.

Fuck.

“So, where’d you meet this human?” he asks, his voice carrying over the bunny’s screams as he relentlessly masturbates while holding a conversation. Cottontail stands there before him.

“I met her on the surface, father.”

Father!?! Peter is Cottontail’s dad?

“That ain’t the whole story, is it?” Peter questions. Cottontail clams up immediately. “Whatever. So, this human wandered down here looking for you? Why?”

“Um, she likes me. That’s it.”

There’s a lot more to it, actually, but I don’t blame her for not explaining everything to Peter. He seems like kind of a douche.

“Heh, a little prick like you, boy?" Oh, I guess Cottontail hasn’t told him about her new preferred gender. Maybe she’s too scared to contradict him? "I bet the girlie doesn’t even feel it when you stick it in.”

“…”

Hey, now. I’m getting more annoyed by the second. Besides the misgendering, insulting our sex life is rude. I can’t hold it against Cottontail for not admitting she’s the one getting the ‘D’ in our case. Her dad is an asshole.

“Why didn’t you bring her home with you last night? Let her meet your old man?”

“…”

“Afraid I’d show her how a real monster fucks? Heh.” He turns to his captive audience of soon-to-be fuck-toys and says, “By the time I find out we have a human, she’s been screwing around in the southern breeding chamber for hours! Nobody wanted to tell old Peter?”

“…”

It’s pretty fucking obvious why nobody wanted to tell this bastard.

“So, what? A human is too good for me? ‘Peter doesn’t deserve a turn with the human,’ huh? I see how it is. After all I’ve done for the Warren. No respect. No gratitude.” Peter continues beating his meat faster and harder, making the bunny in his grip squeal in pain. He stands and starts yelling, “Who protects you from the Mole-men? Peter. Who uses his magic to keep the Warren safe? Peter. Who never gets the respect he deserves? Peter.”

The mice and bunnies cower with fear as the Bunny Patron goes on a tirade.

“I’ve been nice! I’ve been gentle! Nobody wants to see Peter when he’s angry, so I suggest somebody go get this human before I lose my temper!”

“Relax, Peter,” a mouse woman standing outside the fucking-line steps forward to put a hand on the Bunny Patron’s side. “I’m sure the human is on her way, and you can have her all to yourself tonight. So, don’t be too hard on the kids. They just got a little excited about their new toy!”

He growls at the woman. She has a furry tail, like a dormouse.

“I’ll do that thing with my tongue you like later~” The woman draws circles in Peter’s fur with a finger. The Bunny Patron sits back down.

“You’re a peach, Lois. A real peach.” The bunny riding his dick goes hoarse, so Peter tosses her on the ‘used’ pile, grabs the mouse boy next in line, and stuffs the poor monster without preamble. The mouse’s distressed screams of too big an insertion too fast echo around the stone columns.

I’ve seen enough.

“I’m here,” I say as I stride naked into the audience chamber.

“Alex, no!” Cottontail wails. “You shouldn’t have come! I didn’t think it would end this way. I shouldn’t have shown you the entrance…”

“You shouldn’t have tried to hide the human from me, boy,” Peter says, then looks at me. “Hey, what is this? A midget?”

“Cottontail is a girl, now!” I announce, then stake my claim, “She’s my woman!”

Cottontail can’t see me in the dark, but her face is looking my way, and bittersweet tears are streaming down her face. Sorry to out you, but someone needs to set this guy straight and I’m done acting like a meek human. Monsters like him only understand confidence and power.

Peter, somehow, can sense me and is scanning me up and down with special attention to the cock between my legs. He laughs deep and loud. “Oh, heh, heh, heh! This is rich! Just rich! She’s fucking you! What else was I expecting from my pansy-ass son?

“See, everybody? This is what I’m talking about. This is why I have to be in charge. Cottontail, you’ll never evolve that way, you fucking moron. I work at my fourth-tier requirements tirelessly. Every. Single. Day.

“Nobody else here is ever going to evolve, are they? I do everything I can to help my girls meet their Matron requirements, but they give up after popping out their first dozen. I swear, I’ll become a Patriarch like dear old Grandpappy Thumper before anyone else climbs to the third tier.”

His hands ball into fists as he rips the abused mouse boy from his rod and tosses the cumflated monster onto the ‘used’ pile.

“Maybe if all you bitches stopped fucking your brothers like whores and only took my dick, I could rank-up this century! You know how many kids it takes to reach Patriarch? How long I’ve been at this? No. No respect.”

Peter stands, fat cock swaying. “Get your ass over here, boy. If you want to be a woman, then bend over. It’s all you’re good for.” Cottontail hesitates, and Peter sees the abject horror on my face. “Know what, I’m a nice guy. I’ll let both of you go after one round if you both come here right now. He can suck your human cock while I fuck him, then I’ll fill your womb with my seed while he watches, and the two of you can leave the Warren for good.”

My bunny-eared lover takes a step toward Peter.

“Cottontail…” I say, and I hate to admit I let a little uncertainty creep into my voice.

“Alex, let’s just get it over with and do what he says. You can’t win.”

Fuck. A third-tier monster.

My Tamer training says to bend over when a powerful monster catches you. I’m no stranger to surrendering to an unstoppable force. And yet, that mark…

*The Wolf Lord’s Toy – Three Canine Marks!*

It’s pissed me off ever since I got it. I know I’ll get something even worse if I submit to this. If I allow that bastard to take my woman…

“I challenge you!”

All the bunnies and mice in the chamber gasp as I point at Patron Peter. I won’t let myself be stained by another failure. This me is different from the human girl who left town on a suicide mission.

Peter clenches his teeth in fury, biting through his carrot ‘cigar.’

“Fight me for Cottontail! If I win, the two of us leave, and nobody comes after us.”

“You… dare?” Peter cracks his furred knuckles. “A fucking human dares to challenge a third-tier monster? You think I’m a joke because I’m a bunny!?!”

I mean, sure, I factored that into my decision. Cottontail and Dura are both second-tier monsters, after all. A third-tier is a third-tier, but a Bunny Patron has got to be the weakest monster of that rank, right? He’s no Wolf Lord. A bunny isn’t much of a second-tier monster, so a Bunny Patron can’t be much tougher than an Ogre. I hope.

“But, Peter, she’s just a girl!”

“Shut up, Lois!” Peter backhands the dormouse, knocking her to the floor. “This is about respect!”

Cottontail rushes to my side. We hug, which feels a bit odd considering she’s taller than me at this stature. “Are you sure about this?”

I don’t blame her, considering she doesn’t know about my upgrades today. On the other hand, I do know what I have, and I’m not certain about my chances either.

“It’s too late to back out, now.”