Monster Breeder 110. New Warren, Part 1 (Cottontail, R-18)

110. New Warren, Part 1 (Cottontail, R-18)

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Non-consent, bullying sex

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Alex, where are you? What’s going on? I wish I knew…

“Cottontail, I know that expression, and you can’t keep asking what Alex and the others are doing every five minutes. Relax. Focus on the job she gave you.”

Sigh. “I know, Flou. I know.”

It’s so difficult, though. Suka’s team is running into roadblock after roadblock, disaster after disaster. It looks like that mission will be a bust for sure. Maybe she’ll feel better if I let her play with tonight even though I’m higher tier? Not that I feel any different so far.

Then Alex’s team got separated. I’m on the edge of my seat waiting for news on what’s happening to gan.

“Uh, oh,” the Fuzzy Sli says.

“What?”

“I lost one.”

“…Wait, you lost one of your bodies? Which?”

“Number three, the one we sent with Alex’s team.”

“How’s gan?”

“Definitely in trouble. That’s all I can say for sure since that ‘’ just died.”

“Should we go help?”

“Too far. It’ll be over one way or another in the next few minutes. All we can do is pray to the God Beasts that Alex gets there in ti. Stay calm. Breathe.”

I ball my fists. “How am I supposed to relax knowing she’s in danger?”

“Rember that old saying: God Beast grant the Serenity to accept the things I can’t change, the Courage to change what I can, and the Wisdom to know the difference.”

“...”

“Gale and gan will be fine… or we’ll be really sad. Let’s not worry about it either way.”

“Is this whole change in perspective thing because you’ve been in three places at once all day?”

“Maybe,” the bunny-eared Fuzzy Sli says from her perch atop Gabby’s stool while watching the world through her other body’s eyes. “Go take a walk, Cottontail. I’ll co get you if there's anything urgent.”

“Okay, Flou, I’ll take a walk.”

I exit the hut to survey my kin’s recent changes to the area. The circle of wolfsbane plants remains the inner sanctum’s periter. The New Warren tunnel entrances were placed inside that line while avoiding Gabby’s garden. Dirt piles from excavation are accumulating around the holes with bunnies dragging soil away on those tarps Spindle and Gabby made for the Mole-n bodies.

anwhile, mice are gathering straw and grain as well as foraged nuts and berries for underground storage. There's not enough to feed a tribe of hungry predators, but it'll keep us smallfolk from starving.

Dried grass makes for decent bedding in the sleeping chambers. Not to ntion thatch doors that isolate the sll of the latrines we simply collapse or wall off when they get full. The construction team doesn’t need telling twice to keep away from the well; the last thing anyone wants is to flood the New Warren.

Bunnies and mice wave, greet , or take seductive poses as I pass. People who’ve been my neighbors my whole life yet never before shown an interest in are shoving their breasts, asses, and cocks in my general direction! It’s almost distressing!

I know it’s not they’re attracted to. I’ve been on the outskirts of the Warren since I was little, if not an outcast. So, it cos off as disingenuous having so much attention foisted on all at once. They’re searching for the power inherent in becoming the head bunny’s favorite.

Roaming further from the center of our burgeoning ho lands at the edge of a pit trap. Sharpened branches and pointy rocks line the bottom and sides. A tunnel too small for predators leads into the pit from the side, allowing smallfolk to maintenance the trap without removing the camouflage.

“Yes, right there. Don’t pile it too thick or it’ll look suspicious,” Bonny says, directing her fellow mice to spread a thin layer of straw over the lattice of sticks covering the open pit.

“I don’t think they have to be so big,” I say, observing the depth and width of the trap. The fact they managed this in a matter of hours is impressive, to say the least. “You could fit two Dire Wolves in here, but you’ll only ever catch one per pit. It could be a quarter this size and still get one leg or their front half.” Any injury to their legs or vulnerable bellies would be devastating. It’s not like we have to dig it too deep for them to jump out of to incapacitate them. “Great work, though, Bonny, and everyone too!”

The mice and bunnies working on pitfalls around the hut seem to take my instructions and complints well. They’re sweaty and tired, but happy. They give a modest, self-congratulatory cheer as if still afraid of alerting nearby predators. But everybody looks so proud of what they’ve accomplished!

“I can’t believe we never tried this before,” Bonny the bigear mouse girl says as she cos over to talk.

I frown, my mood darkening. “That’s Peter’s fault. He’d rather we act like prey animals, practically livestock for slaughter, than start a war with the Ogre Fen and Kennel Hills.”

We both sour for a mont before she steers things in a lighter direction. “But we have you now! And Jonny, and Alex.” She smiles at , and I see why Jonny picked her. Those huge ears make her features even smaller and cuter in comparison. Her bust and hips aren’t bad to look at either! Bonny notices my lingering gaze and sidles in close. “You’ll protect us, right?”

“I, umm, y-yes?” I’m not sure where to put my hands. Is it workplace harassnt to touch my subordinate while she’s on the job? And it feels weird to have one of Chrissy’s friends act like this with .

Bonny’s finger plays with the shirt buttons between my breasts. “Our humans are lovers, Cottontail. There’s no need for us to be strangers, right?” She takes my palm and places it on her chest while her other hand’s fingers trace the outline of my stiffening clitty inside my black teddy bottoms.

Her boob is soft, firm, and a little squishy in my hand. I feel a blush creeping along my shoulders and neck up to my cheeks.

“It just seems like everyone only wants because I evolved,” I say, not believing the words that slipped out of my mouth. It’s one thing to think it and another to say it, after all!

She smiles as she takes my other hand to cup her itty-bitty bubble butt before fondling my sensitive new bunny boobies through my white button-up. “Well, I have Jonny, and Alex promised to protect , so you know I’m being honest when I say the only reason I’m copping a feel is because I think you look cute in that outfit.”

My lip trembles. “Thanks, Bonny. That actually ans a lot.” Then I see a flock of Harpies headed our way from the east. “That’s the group Alex sent after Suka.”

“Did sothing happen?” Bonny asks, breaking off her fondling to my disappointnt.

“Flou told one of them got shot down by a Cactus Turret. They weren’t able to help in the desert, so they’ve co back early.” A yellow-feathered Harpy swoops down on an unsuspecting bunny boy and pins him to the earth. “Uh, oh,” I mumble as I take off at a run.

The yellow warbler has the bunny’s wrists in his talons while sitting a plump butt on his prey’s thighs. His erect cock frots against the terrified bunny’s stiffening prick as he rolls his hips. “Hold still and I can get us both off.”

“What are you doing?” I ask, skidding to a halt as the yellow Harpy rises on flapping wings to penetrate himself on the defenseless prey monster.

The blond looks at dumbly. “Stress relief?”

Of all the… “You can’t just do that! You didn’t even ask first!”

The yellow warbler looks down at the pinned bunny shaking with fear at being caught in the middle of an argunt between much more deadly beings, and back to . He lets his weight fall on the bunny’s cock, sliding down to the hilt with a self-satisfied moan. Then he rolls his hips in a way that makes the bunny gasp. “I don’t know how you Fuzzy folk do things but, where I’m from, an erection ans he likes it.”

I throw my hands up. “He was doing his job, minding his own business, and you pushed him down without saying anything! Now he’s too scared to even talk.”

The yellow Harpy continues to fuck himself on the bunny’s rod as he replies, “I don’t see what the big deal is. I’m being good not eating him or any of your little friends like Aello and Alex said. I’m tired, hot, hungry, and horny. I deserve a treat!”

I take a step forward and point my finger at him. “You’re being a bully.”

Our gazes lock in a silent contest of wills. He blinks first. “Fine!” The yellow warbler rises into the air with a flap of his wings. “It’s obvious you’ll tell on if I don’t stop. Whatever, I only have to wait a few hours; everyone knows there’s an orgy tonight. Nobody is going to stop and ask permission before sticking it sowhere then, but I’m the bully.”

I want to explain to him how that’s different, but the yellow Harpy flies off while I glare at him. “Find sothing useful to do like watch for trouble or go find Alex.”

“Yeah, okay.” He shrugs noncommittally, then mumbles, “I’ll go find a Harpy that wants to fuck this cute feathery butt.”

When he’s finally out of earshot, Bonny scampers over to along with all the mice and bunnies who saw everything. “Wow, you really stood up to that Harpy!”

The crowd is super excited even though all I did was make a harmless little Harpy back off. Harmless? Maybe my sense of danger has gone haywire from my battles with third-tiers, because my fellow Fuzzy folk were too scared to fight back against—let alone resist—that admittedly cute yellow warbler. Is sothing changing with my instincts? I didn’t worry about the Harpy’s deadly talons for even a second. What would I have done if he refused to comply?

The bunny who got pushed down gets up to bow his head and say, “Thanks Cottontail! I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest when that Harpy got . I could’ve been torn to shreds! You can bend over and take as thanks now if you’d like. U-unless you prefer to bottom, M-Misstress!”

“He wasn’t going to hurt you,” I reassure the bunny boy. “And I’m honestly fine. Let’s finish up our tasks for the day and we’ll have fun tonight!”

The mice and bunnies crowding around us cheer my decision and return to work.

Bonny hops up to kiss my cheek. “You’re going to be a great Headbunny.” Then she skedaddles, leaving staring at her big ears and miniature bubble butt bobbing as she runs.