Monster Breeder

126. Field Town, Part 4 (Suka, R-18)

“Ah! Oh, fuck!” I shout as the ground gives way beneath me and I almost plummet onto the bed of spikes at the bottom. Good thing I have a double-jump. Er, I mean ‘Flamestep.’ Hup, hup; two kicks later I’m back on stable ground dusting myself off.

“Suka!” Isabella cries, but her fright is short-lived as she sees I’m fine.

My Needle Mouse buddy clutched in my arms the whole time screams much louder and takes significantly longer to calm down after the incident.

“Right, I remember, now. The Fuzzy folk were supposed to dig pitfalls around the New Warren. I guess we found one,” I say. These things are even more difficult to spot in the dark.

“You couldn’t have thought of that sooner!?!” the Needle Mouse boy asks in frustration.

“Dis problem,” Dura says while scratching her head, “How get pass’?”

“No, no, it’s no problem,” I counter, “I’ll go first. They’ll be upset at all the traps we trip, but it’s no fur off my back. We’ll blame Alex for not sending us instructions to navigate through the field.” Just because she’s my mate doesn’t mean I want to coddle her. In fact, pushing her buttons is more my style. Tough love will make you stronger, Alex!

“Um, shit, guys, I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention,” Flou1 says as she reverts to Fuzzy Slime form from my ruby-studded fur bikini. “I can lead us back.”

Ah, she has knowledge from her other body, that makes sense. Must be exciting stuff going on where her other bodies are if she’s this distracted. I’m itching to finish this last leg of the journey but commit to ending my mission properly.

The ‘Hut’ is more of a hamlet when we return. I can see why they’ve started calling the place Fieldton. There are purple pavilions erected around Gabby’s old haunt, there’re some harpies in Gale’s nest, as well as evidence of fresh burrows for the New Warren. I see lean-to’s built to shelter what look like human and Mandragora children inside a burgeoning garden tended by a green woman clothed in colorful flowers.

Damn, what has everyone been up to while we were gone?

Dim, sooty, lavender-glowing lanterns illuminate pathways through the hastily assembled structures. There’s no discernable light source other than the weak glow of Dark Magic, but they’re better than nothing in the black of nightfall. Plant magic casts faint green light from where the green lady works in her garden while a bolder red comes from torch lilies planted on the perimeter. The whole thing is a beautiful sight after sunset.

My flaming hair makes us stand out like a beacon in the dark, by the way.

As we cross the field and enter into the territory of Alex’s camp, I relax the tension I’ve been holding all the way here since leaving the Oasis. Nothing happened. Everyone is safe. I did it!

“Flou, any news on Alex and the others?” I desperately want to swoop in and rescue them at the eleventh hour!

Sadly, the response I get is underwhelming, to say the least. “The battle is already over,” Flou1 reports. “Alex is back with everyone alive but, officially speaking, it was a failure.”

“‘Officially?’”

“They slew a lot of enemy monsters. The Elder Tree’s forces are weakened; if she wants to, there’s an argument to be made for returning tomorrow at full strength to finish the job.”

“Ah, a strategic victory rather than a tactical or decisive one,” I say, considering how this strengthens our overall position.

“Dee-sai-sieve?” Dura asks.

“Oh, I guess Bruke doesn’t teach war. I learned this stuff from the Wolf Lord as a pup. It’s just technical jargon that means the same thing Flou explained.”

“I have a smart girlfriend!” Isabella crows.

“Hah, hah, I’m really not that smart, Bel. Gabby is the genius.”

“B-B-Bel? D-did you just give me a p-pet name?!?”

“Yes?”

“I love it!!!” Isabella sprouts luminescent white flowers on her head as she twirls Moka about like a tiny ballroom dance partner. “My girlfriend gave me a pet name!”

“Welcome home, travelers,” Spindle says, surprising everyone as her full-body swirling tattoos flare purple on blue skin, suddenly revealing herself next to us. How did she know we were here??? Did she happen to look in our direction and spot my flaming hair, or…?

“Eep!” Moka squeaks with prey-fear.

“What delicious-looking friends you’ve brought Spindle~!” the spider girl says as she rubs both pairs of palms together in anticipation.

The Needle Mouse under my arm doubles the squeakage. “Eep! W-W-Wicked?!? It’s all over…”

Spindle grins at him, baring her fangs. The mouse boy shivers and practically faints.

“Dura back.”

“Good evening,” Lucinia greets.

“Hey, Spinny,” I say with a wave of my hand holding the trophy needle.

“Ew. No. Try again.”

“Hey, you, Spider-Moron, watch yourself, I’m the only one this bitch is giving a pet name around here!” Isabella scowls at Spindle and brandishes her spines at the Webling.

Spindle glances at her like one would a bug before turning to me, “Is this a trespasser? She looks like a trespasser.”

I decide to take her advice and try again, “Hey, Spindle, we’re home! I want to introduce you to my girlfriend, Isabella. She has a big dick. And look at what I got today!” I focus my will and sprout a fiery cock from amidst my flaming pubic hair. “P.S. Garnet and the Kobolds miss you.”

All eight of the Wicked Weaver’s eyes widen as she glances back and forth between my crotch and Isabella’s leafy skirt where the faintest outline of the beast beneath can be discerned. “Oh, why didn’t you say so before? Spindle is always happy to have new friends with new toys to play with! Let her lead you to the feasting pavilion, hidden from the innocent eyes of our young wards.”

She leads us away from the kindergarten and around the hut while Flou1 goes off on her own. I see the kids are chowing down on a variety of fruits and vegetables presumably from the green woman’s garden as we pass. The path is conspicuously absent of people. It’s no question where they all are, though, as we approach the main pavilion. I see earthen flooring and a few plush purple carpets that feel heavenly on my paws. They’re perfect for kneeling, squatting, and rough rutting. They also glow faintly with lavender mood light. This spider girl sure knows how to set a stage!

“Where the heck did all these monsters come from?” I wonder. Besides the mice, bunnies, and Harpies I expected, there are Dire Wolves, an adult male Doggin, a Goblin girl, Hobgoblins, an Orc, and a green woman with flowery hair. Not to mention the three fruity dickgirls at the center of the orgy!

From what I can tell, we missed the height of debauchery, but there’s still plenty of fuckery going around. The Canine males are knotting anyone they can get their hands on. Mice and bunnies are throwing themselves at their natural predators, feeding them strange fruit while they ride monster cocks or pound predator pussy. The Fruit treefolk seem relaxed and carefree, hugging and nursing their pick of the crowd, lounging with legs intertwined while enterprising monsters suck their cocks. It’s a genuine party with an abundance of food, indiscriminate sex, partner swapping, and even cuddling.

“Well, they look delectable,” Lucinia says, following my line of sight to the fruity hotties.

“I don’t see anything that special about them,” Isabella pouts, her eyes glued to one girl's phallic yellow berry.

I kiss her cheek. “Don’t worry Bel, you’re my favorite plant girl hands down.” That mollifies her a bit.

“Mmm,” Dura hums while idly scratching her toned abs. “Dura hung’y.”

“Please, relax,” Spindle says as she snaps her fingers. A group of mice and bunnies run over with a smorgasbord of fruits cradled in their arms and line up before us for our selection.

“Peaches, Pears?” a mouse girl asks with seeming innocence despite thrusting her breasts and ass at us as if to punctuate each word.

“Liver mango? Cumquat?” a bunny girl next to her adds with a saucy wink after glancing at the large shape hiding beneath Isabella’s leafy skirt.

“Or how about me?” a mouse boy says cheekily while waggling his eyebrows.

“Everything looks tasty,” I say, meaning it. I fully intend to sample some of each, including a few of these Fuzzy folk later. But I follow Isabella’s eye to a bunch of eyeball grapes and pluck one for her. The fruit sizzles in my grasp as I cook it to perfection and pop it into her mouth.

The cactus girl suckles on my thumb for a moment before letting me go and popping the grape. Her eyes go wide. “Mmm! Sho good!” I think she’s sold on the concept now.

Moka grabs a peach from the mouse girl, who gives her a polite curtsey.

“What the hell are you all doing?” my Needle Mouse asks the assembled Fuzzy folk. “You’re going to be next on the menu!”

The mouse girl shakes her head emphatically. “No, there’s plenty of food for everyone here, and Mistress Cottontail will protect us. These predators are all softies at heart, anyway.”

“They’re like putty in your hands once their bellies are full,” the bunny girl says with a smirk while twiddling her fingers like she's fondling a heavy pair of testicles.

Dura lifts the fruit-bearing mouse boy into the air with one hand, dumps the contents of his armful into her open maw, gulps it down in a flash, and then sucks his twig and berries into her mouth to lick and suck him to hardness. Then she plops down on a carpet and puts him between her legs. The mouse boy knows what to do, frotting his prick against her big clit to her evident satisfaction. Then he kneels between her legs and starts rutting her as she folds her legs around his tiny body. He’s not penetrating deeply, but she’s thoroughly enjoying having her entrance played with and crushing her clit against his smooth tummy.

“It’s like everyone here has forgotten the natural order,” the Needle Mouse says, befuddled by the Ogress getting plowed by her tiny prey.

"Aren't there Cactus people in the Turret? They're carnivores, right?" I ask, thinking of Isabella's appetite and the desiccated Kobold bodies we found earlier today. "How do you handle predator/prey relations there?"

"You're not getting me to talk," he replies. 

"Tch." Whatever. I'm not trained in espionage so I can't be faulted for failing. 

“It’s nice to hear the Kobolds remember Spindle fondly. What she would give to have them here tonight… but some pleasures are sweeter for the anticipation. As part of her maidly duties, may Spindle take your luggage?” She flashes her sharp fangs again and eagerly raises her four hands as if to relieve me of my burden.

“Maid? Luggage? You mean this little guy?” I say, holding up the Needle Mouse, who quivers and quakes with fear at being dangled before the terrifying arachnid predator. “Nah, just restrain him so I have my hands free. Alex will want to talk to him.”

“At once.” Spindle spins magical threads that bind the mouse boy’s arms, legs, and wrists as I set him on the floor. He sits there, miserable, but quiet as the Fuzzy folk ignore him. I don’t intend to let him out of my sight for a second, though, lest some well-meaning person think he's been forgotten after some bondage-play and release him.

“Milady, please allow us to change your bandages,” the bunny girl says, leading Lucinia away while feeding her cumquats.

“It looks like you really know how to throw a party, Spindle,” I say, marveling again at the scenery.

The Webling smiles, but it comes off as melancholic instead of her usual predatory vibe, “A skill Spindle has had sadly little opportunity to hone. A skill Spindle hopes to sharpen to perfection in the future.”

I nod, throw down my trophy next to the Needle Mouse, and grab Isabella’s free hand. She blushes and squeezes my palm. “Yeah, good times ahead. Listen, I’m going to go fuck my girlfriend and our pet bunny before things heat up. I’ll find you later, Spindle. I need to pay you back for last night,” I say with a pleasant, teasing grin.

She brightens in response. “Spindle looks forward to your attempt. She’ll be disappointed if Miss Suka gets caught in the web of temptation before fulfilling that desire… The night will be ripe with easy prey.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’m ravenous.”