Monster Breeder 102. Charlatan Forest, Part 4

102. Charlatan Forest, Part 4

*Selected Webling Jumper Aphrodisiac Venom!*

*Fucked the Sundew Treefolk – One Forest Mark!*

*Forest Marks – One*

Mandragora Photosynthesis

Photosynthesis (Sundew, Pitcher)

Twisted Treefolk Twisted Apple

Twisted Treefolk Roots

Pitcher Treefolk Vines

Sundew Trap Tendrils

Mandragora Plant Growth Magic

Plant Growth Magic (Sundew, Pitcher)

Twisted Treefolk Bark Skin

Twisted Treefolk Earth Magic

Treefolk Cock (Twisted, Sundew)

Pitcher Treefolk Stomach Acid

Sundew Trap Sweat

Nothing too exciting. Gabby sure makes Plant Growth Magic look good, though. When my mobility develops past using Vines, maybe I’ll switch that ability for Trap Tendrils. Maybe I could use Sundew Sweat in place of Spider Climb? Bark Skin seems underwhelming.

A couple minutes spent recovering, cleaning, and redonning any doffed garnts (Gabby’s robes) later, we’re almost ready to depart.

"Tokt confuse. Dat feel gud, but no plug hole..." the Goblin guy says after rising to his feet and wiping away Gabby's leavings.

"Try broadening your horizons," Gabby replies while straightening her bandoleer of eleven herbs and spices. She doesn't appear to have ford any emotional attachnt to the male Goblin despite their tryst. She's a bit more cagey with her affections than a certain soone.

"Yum! Jonny is so tasty! I love humans!" Gale says while throwing her blue and green wings around my new boyfriend in a big hug. The way she kicks back a taloned leg as she rubs her cheek against his chiseled pecs is so cute.

"I agree," gan adds while fondling the young man's privates, "Though Cottontail and Alex's flavors co first in my book." Despite what she says, her long, whip-like tail curls around Jonny's leg.

Gale purses her lips and pouts at her mousy wife. "Boo! It's not a competition. Stop comparing surf and turf!" I'm confused for a mont until I realize I'd better recognize the idiom as 'apples and oranges' adapted to a carnivore culture. "Gale likes to have fun with Alex and all her friends!"

"You're welco to get another taste whenever, as long as he has the stamina after satisfying ~" Brenda teases, her face appearing in the stone of Jonny's shoulder. The young man gulps audibly at the implied drain on his reserves.

Then Jonny nods his head at . "Thanks for letting enjoy your wives' company, Alex."

I wink back. "Any ti they feel up for it is fine with . I appreciate having the chance to watch, though," I say with a chuckle. and Olindia both, from the horny look on her face.

Drosera watches the exchanges between our group with a curious expression.

“Okay, dude, bend over. I’m taking up temporary residence whether or not either of us likes it,” Olindia tells the Sundew Trap.

“Is this really necessary?” he says with a frown, not budging.

I nod. “Making cum isn’t enough to convince you’re trustworthy… even if it was really good. Ahem, the only way I’m turning my back on you is if I have soone else I trust there to slap your hand if you reach for any of my precious prey monsters. Please, there’s a shortage of perfect butts in the world, and I’d hate to have to put yours in the ground.”

"If that's what it takes," Drosera harrumphs, but acquiesces by bending over facing away from Olindia, “Fine.” The Large Pink Jellyfish Sli girl goes in headfirst, showing no rcy. Drosera’s legs splay wide and go wobbly as the shoulders co next. “Fuuuck!”

“Yeah, it feels good, right, but she’s just a lot,” gan commiserates.

“Don’t need sympathy from a mouse, hrrk!” Drosera grunts loudly as Olindia’s ample bosom squeezes inside, followed by a short break at her waist before ballooning out again for her impressively curvy backside.

Gabby cocks her head in curiosity before whispering to , “She doesn’t need to do it like that, does she?”

I shake my head. “No, she does not. I think Olindia just enjoys fucking with people.”

“Gah! Finally!” Drosera exclaims as the Pink Sli fully enters the plant monster’s newly minted womb. His distended tummy gradually recedes as the bulk of Olindia’s Sli dissipates. Then pink tendrils erge from his ass by the dozen to form a Jellyfish ballroom gown.

“Nope, I’m not dealing with these,” Drosera says as he cups the fake C-cup breasts on his chest before ripping them off.

“Hey, not cool. I thought you looked hot!” Olindia objects to his treatnt, bringing new aning to the phrase, 'talking out the ass.'

The Sundew Trap puts his hands on his hips and looks down at himself. “Yeah, skirts are scorching, but I don’t do boobs. Maybe sothing like this?”

Olindia shifts at his direction until the pink dress ets his criteria. Drosera settles on an ultra-short miniskirt that bares the bottoms of his ass cheeks when he walks, pink stockings and garter belt that leave a tasteful absolute territory, long sleeves with covered shoulders but with a massive cutout baring his chest from navel to collar. Pink heart pasties cover the nipples on his flat chest and red Sundew stalks poke through the dress on his shoulders.

“Damn,” I say, fully ready to push him down again.

“I daresay I’d take a tumble if I wanted to brave the acid-glue,” Gabby stage-whispers to .

“He’s cute,” Jonny says while nodding politely, a true boob man through and through, “But I’m not into guys. This doesn’t quite do it for .”

Bro is a pure boob connoisseur! I wonder how he feels about monsters with human top halves like Sirens and Centaurs. He seems like the kind of guy to fuck a rock if it has tits... and I guess he actually did just that.

“That’s a sha, stud,” Drosera eyes the young man’s skintight Stone Ooze bodysuit up and down with a lusty grin. “I’d love to get a taste of you.”

"Sorry, I appreciate the interest, but I'll have to refer you to a colleague of mine back ho. All the gay monsters in my hotown say he's the best Top since," Jonny pauses as I cut in.

“Not the ti,” I break up the interaction. “We need to—”

“Um, Alex,” Flou3 says in Suka’s voice, relaying a ssage from the desert team, “Don’t panic, but I think we’re stuck here.”

I panic. “FUCK!!!”

Then loud buzzing fills the air.

Above us hovers a flying insect monster girl. She’s blond and covered from face to ankles in a fine layer of yellow fuzz with a stripe of black across her breasts and groin. A fat bee abdon half-again her humanoid bodyweight grows from her tailbone with a sharp stinger sprouting from the end. Her arms, legs, and bee abdon are striped. She has compound eyes with a spark of inner light in each that tracks us like pupils and a pair of compound aviator goggles on her forehead.

She has four arms with humanoid hands, but insectoid claws in place of feet. A pair of large insectoid wings like panes of glass grow between her shoulder blades. Fluffy patches of lighter-colored fur grow on her collar, wrists, and ankles, giving her an extra dinsion of cuteness. However, each of her hands clenches a stinger dart dripping with venom.

“Bee Girl,” Gabby says.

“Hey, everybody, I found one!” she says, doing a cute little midair dance while waving her abdon about.

Then a score more Bee Girls swoop down into the clearing.

Today just took a sudden turn.