Monster Breeder

135.6 Bonus Chapter! (Sue, R-18)

“Naughty girls get punished~”

I shove Chirs to the edge of Sue’s pool—one hand gripping her cunt like a bowling ball with my thumb pressed flush against her rosebud—her paws clinging to the tiled rim by her bunny toes. My other hand grabs a fistful of fluffy white angora hair as I push, slowly forcing her over the water without upsetting my bunny toy’s balance. Soon Chris stands on only her left paw while the right treads vainly on open air… until Sue catches it on the flat of her tongue, mouth agape.

The Froglin looks up at Chris’s fantastically feminine figure with raw lust, her gaze momentarily glancing my way in a silent entreaty for approval that I give with a subtle nod. Sue snakes her slick tongue up Chris’s leg, the oral appendage dripping gobs of saliva as it coils and curls upward.

Its supple, pink length spirals around the bunny girl’s dainty ankle, caresses the bare smoothness of Chris’s calf, squeezes the meaty thickness of her thigh, traces along the sweet curve of her ass, passes over the swell of her hip, hugs her narrow waist, rises above her ribcage to slide between two perky melons, and dips under her armpits to capture both arms. Inch after inch of muscle as thick as Chris’s wrist unspools from the Froglin’s throat. Then Sue’s tongue squeezes, gently at first, forcing both of Chris’s arms above her head before binding her wrists tightly. Finally, the tip of Sue’s oral member plunges into Chris’s open, gasping mouth for a sordid, sloppy kiss the likes of which the bunny girl has never before experienced.

“Mmmnnn!!!” Chris moans around the girthy invader prying her jaws wide. She rubs her thighs together, begging my fingers to continue pumping her pussy, and I oblige. Her back arches against Sue’s slippery clutches while I finger her nethers and press the ball of my thumb into her soft rear entrance.

“You’re such a slut, Chrissy. Your butt is practically begging for this,” I say as a bead of Froglin saliva dribbles into the bunny girl’s ass crack, lubricating my digit as I casually pop it inside my playmate’s silky rectum.

“Mmm, hmm-nnn!!!”

“Fuuuck,” Diane groans at the erotic sight while aggressively fingering herself.

“Is that an invitation?” Suka asks while sidling up behind the lop-eared bunny reclining at the pool’s edge. “I may not have cumquats you’re looking for but, believe me, I know how to please a bunny.”

The blond bunny girl drinks in the sight of Suka’s stunning, athletic figure and brilliantly flaming hair, then breathes a husky, “Hell-fucking-yes.”

“My Mate is enjoying one of your subordinates, Mistress Cottontail,” Isabella states, surprising me by showing proper deference to my beloved sister. “Given your relationship with Lady Alex and my Suki, I wouldn’t mind… servicing you, if that’s to your liking?”

Cottontail looks from the colorful flowers in Isabella’s hair to the dangerous-looking spikes protruding from all over the Desert Rose Dryad to the massive shlong dangling between shapely green thighs and nods absently—mind stuffed too full of girlcock to formulate words.

Moka approaches a confused Gale—the Rainbird’s mystified gaze locked on me, Chris, and Sue—and brushes tentative fingers along the curve of her lower back. Gale shivers with pleasure at the attention before shifting her focus to the powdered chocolate Dust Bunny, who says in a hopeful tone, “Would you like to try something like that with me?”

“Gale is a good girl…”@@novelbin@@

“I can tell. That’s why I trust you,” Moka reassures with a tender, genuine smile.

That seems to have been the right thing to say because some of the tension in Gale’s shoulders relaxes. The concern in her expression, however, remains. “I think I get it. It’s not bad because nobody gets hurt and everyone is happy. But it’s still… a little scary?”

Moka strokes Gale’s wing with affection. “You’re a very good girl, and you don’t want to hurt anyone.” The Rainbird nods emphatically, pleased to be so well understood. “We can be as slow and careful as you want.”

“I don’t know what to do, though.”

The Dust Bunny considers her session-partner a moment before resuming with conviction, the Sub resolving to be her Dom’s guide for the night, “You’ve fought to protect the ones you love before?”

Gale’s gaze immediately returns to me, and I spare a second to flash her my loving regard even while finger-fucking Chris’s ass and pussy. “Yes. Gale won’t let anyone hurt her wives!”

“How fierce,” Moka encourages. Hopefully, she’s not underestimating my Rainbird lover. I saw today firsthand that Gale can

I return my focus to Chris and Sue, the latter rising from the water to take the former’s paw into her throat. The Froglin’s maw easily accommodates this intrusion, her lips closing on Chris’s ankle where fur ceases, and womanly flesh begins. Sue gently suckles at Chris’s calf, eyes glazed with the comingled carnal and predatory bliss of succulent flavor harmonizing with sexual conquest.

“How does it feel, knowing you’re about to be my pet’s next meal?” I lean forward to whisper in Chris’s white-furred ear. A shiver runs through the angora bunny girl, her nipples hard with arousal, her cunt sopping wet. I pulse a zap through her nethers to punctuate my point.

“Ahhhnnn-mmm!” Chris gasps around the Froglin tongue stuffing her throat as my shock-treatment forces more juices to spray from her pussy, the droplets spattering Sue’s enraptured face. My Froglin retainer clearly caught a bit of electric discharge through contact with her prey but seems to take it as either seasoning or aphrodisiac, or both.

Sue rises another foot from the pool, demonstrating the strength of her tongue as she bodily lifts Chris into the air—though no more than a few inches—not out of my reach just yet. Webbed digits pluck Chris’s paw from where it dangles, and her mouth stretches open again to accept the second leg into her throat. The pink interior of Sue’s gaping maw is now visible in the narrow space between Chris’s flush-together legs and Froglin lips. Then Sue inhales slightly, vacuum-sealing her moist lips so firmly around Chris’s legs skin-to-skin that even the tiniest gap vanishes.

The suction intensifies gradually, slowly pulling the bunny girl inch by inch into the Froglin’s dark interior. All the while, Sue locks eyes with Chris, her gaze burning with intensity. I stand now at eye-level with Chris as she sinks ever lower, allowing me to appreciate the exquisite combination of hunger, aching desire, yearning, and a smoldering need to have and to hold and possess and pull inside to envelop completely that emanates from Sue’s scorching stare.

Fuck!!! I want that. It startles me despite knowing the fact deep down—it’s part of why I took Sue as my companion—but I realize I want to experience it for myself. Not the hasty, desperate version I experienced when she saved me in the forest spring, but this slow and erotic dance of predator and prey.

In a fit of jealousy, I buzz Chris’s bum with a jolt from my thumb. The electric spark penetrates deep into her dark tunnel.

“Mmmm-mmm!!!”

“Angghhh!”

Chris arches her back and groans against Sue’s intrusive tongue, spraying more feminine juices that trickle down onto the Froglin’s palate. Meanwhile, Sue is spurred on by my shock-teasing to devour her meal faster as if threatened by another predator competing for the treat. I watch with fascination as more of Chris’s lower body enters Sue’s throat, expanding the Froglin’s gullet and further stretching green skin as if the bunny is slipping into a sleeping bag, and Sue’s dislocated jaw inchworms around both shapely legs.

Steam rises from the pool nearby, and I look up at the disturbance to see Suka slipping into the water with Diane in her arms. Curiously, the Flamestalker’s burning hair doesn’t extinguish beneath the water’s surface, instead illuminating the black depths to cool blues and greens. That’s how I’m able to see plainly when Suka extends a flaming phallus from her clit in preparation for fun to come.

Then the water’s contents are obscured by roiling bubbles as the pool becomes a hot tub. Sue doesn’t seem to mind, and Diane visibly relaxes—the tension in her body at being handled by a predator easing, shoulders falling, head lolling back against the crook of Suka’s neck. The wolf girl cups the bunny’s boobies, fingers fondling supple flesh and pinching nipples. Diane writhes in Suka’s lap while rubbing her legs together in growing anticipation. Her lop ears splash in the pool as her head whips from side to side, not in denial, but overcome with the heat of the moment.

I’m well-aware that Suka’s member, a controlled form of solid plasma, doesn’t need lubrication, a fact Diane soon discovers judging by her gasp and elected expression. Grinning like a Foxy in a Henlin house, Suka grabs Diane by the waist and starts pumping the bunny girl up and down.

“Nnngh! Ahhhn!” Diana bites her lip and groans with satisfaction as she’s penetrated, the intense heat penetrating her core without burning her.

Isabella tenderly lays Cottontail face down on a bed of the softest-looking grass I’ve ever seen and kneels above the bunny girl’s petite plush rump. She takes her massive Dryad dick, a fat bead of precum oozing from the tip, and hotdogs Cottontail’s ass. The plant girl works herself to the limit quickly, her cockhead bumping into the bunny’s fluffy tail with each thrust, but with purpose.

When Isabella cums, she sprays her huge viscous load of fruity-smelling aloe all over Cottontail’s back and shoulders. The Desert Rose Dryad proceeds to rub and massage her cum into Cottontail’s skin as if it were high-grade moisturizer, which it probably is!

My favorite, precious bunny girl croons with pleasure as Isabella works each muscle group along her spine, palms digging into and loosening whatever knots they find. The plant girl then softly lays atop Cottontail, miraculous massive melons squishing against bunny skin, and starts moving up and down.

“Ahhn!” Cottontail moans as Isabella’s breasts caress the whole of her back from neck to bouncy bottom over and over. “Ah~ ahhhnnn!” Then her voice rises in a crescendo as Isabella’s prick slides into the bunny girl’s wet and ready butt-pussy. The two of them start fucking in earnest, then, their lovemaking music to our ears.

*Plap!* *Plap!* *Plap!*

Gale, my lovely, brave Rainbird, begins exploring a new side of herself with a chocolate bunny partner. She experimentally nibbles at Moka’s ear, eliciting a groan of pleasure from the shorter, stacked girl that stokes Gale’s ardor. The sounds seems to trigger something deep in Gale’s psyche, because she begins moving with sudden resolve.

Droplets of water cascade from the Rainbird’s wings, guided by magic to coalesce around Moka’s wrists and ankles. These water manacles lift Moka into the air, Gale following with her odd form of levitation as if weightless. The Rainbird rotates her prey into a sixty-nine position and happily tucks into the delicious bunny butt before her, thighs encompassing Moka’s head to force reciprocation—not that Moka would’ve hesitated if given the choice.

Rain continues to fall from Gale’s wings, but the droplets hover inches below the floating couple as if filling the bottom of an invisible sphere. More and more water collects there, the liquid level rising as an orb of water slowly fills in around the two of them. Soon, the water rises to engulf Moka’s head and Gale’s lower body, starting a timer on the bunny’s breath.

Then Sue’s mouth reaches Chris’s thigh-gap and pauses. The tip of the Froglin’s tongue retreats from the bunny girl’s throat with a pop before descending the length of Chris’s torso. A pink and girthy head not unlike a phallus presses against Chris’s flower, making the bunny girl squirm against her ropelike restraints.

“M-Megan! She’s filling me up~” Chris moans as Sue’s fat tongue shoves its way between her nether folds and up her honey tunnel, the Froglin’s eyes rolling up in bliss as a bulge appears in Chris’s abdomen beneath the navel. Grinning with lust, jealousy, and sadistic glee, I pluck my thumb from Chris’s rear and give those plump cheeks a powerful thwack!

“Ahhn! Aahhnn! Aaahhhnnn!”

*Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!*

I spank her bunny bum repeatedly, forcing loud cries from Chris’s throat until she starts going hoarse.

Sue’s lips stretch over the widest part of Chri’s body, her curvaceous hips, and then the bunny girl’s lower half is fully inside my Froglin lover. Sue’s throat strains to contain the girth of Chris’s shapely legs like fitted stockings, the bunny’s paws surely extending into the chamber of Sue’s belly by now.

“Eep! She’s tickling my paws!” Chris laughs.

“Who?”

“I-It’s Tricia, r-right?” Chris stutters between sniggers as her lower half is ‘tortured.’

Oh, yeah, I almost forgot about the mouse girl Sue already ate, except I can see the Froglin’s tummy is incredibly distended around the moving outline of a mischievous monster.

I take this time to properly enjoy my lovers while they’re thus indisposed. My mouth flickers between Chris’s nipples as she throws her head back in rapturous pleasure, my hands stroking Sue’s hair and fondling the Froglin’s larger mammaries. Then I shut up the bratty bunny with a kiss while fucking Sue with my eyes. The blissed-out Froglin returns my stare with a gaze overflowing with hunger, lust, and joyous affection at being able to share this moment with me.

Then Sue is slurping up Chris’s waist, chest, and straining to get the bunny’s boobies in her mouth as Chris’s fat ass in her gullet is a serious struggle to swallow, but the Froglin’s throat magically stretches to accommodate the ridiculous insertion.

“N-now s-she’s playing with my ass, the minx!” Chris says, overcome with sensations, arms still bound by a ropelike tongue above her head, legs, and lower body at the mercy of her partners—especially the mischievous mouse girl already occupying Sue’s stomach.

Sue struggles again with Chris’s shoulders, fully crawling onto shore to squat there and use her hands to help shove the bunny’s head into her mouth. I tenderly kiss Chris on the lips before the bunny’s face disappears into the dark tunnel of the Froglin’s throat. Then Sue slurps the bunny girl’s arms inside as well, swallowing hard to push all of Chris into her tummy before relaxing with a heavy sigh. I’m there kissing the sexy Froglin on the mouth while sitting on the bulge of her absurdly massive belly as soon as her jaw relocates. She has all the appeal of a pregnant woman, except I can feel her occupants moving and screwing on the other side of this thin membrane of slimy skin.