Monster Breeder 36. The Warren Part 1

36. The Warren Part 1

It feels like a short run to the Warren with Harpy Lightweight and long legs from my new Orc Stature. Cottontail already showed the way before, so it’s trivial to retrace my steps. On the way, Harpy Sight scours the air for predators while my Wolf Nose sniffs for traces of powerful monsters. Nothing gets in my way this ti. I’m standing over the entrance hole in the ground before I realize my lapse in judgnt.

I can’t fit in there!

The downside of Orc Stature is that I’m literally as big as an Orc, a seven-foot tall, athletic, feminine warrior type. It’s not like I’m jacked from muscle training or anything, I still have my human build, but everything about from my hands and feet to my shoulders and hips are larger than before. What seed like a tight fit as a 5’6” tall woman is now a ridiculous proposition.

“Cottontail? Are you in there?” My voice echoes pitifully in the deep hole. What am I thinking? The Warren is probably a huge underground network with any number of individual living chambers. There’s no way she can hear .

My instincts say tunneling down with Earth Magic is plausible. There’s no ‘mana’ associated with casting, so repeated usage is no obstacle. In practice, the tunnels will still be too small for even when I’m inside them, and cave-ins will be a constant threat. Wading through hundreds of feet or even miles of tunnels with Earth Magic to find one bunny seems like a recipe for failure.

Should I wait until sunrise to refund Orc Stature? Or…

*Sli Marks – Three*

Sli Constitution

Sli Constitution (Jellyfish, Fuzzy)

Sli Malleability

Sli Malleability (Jellyfish, Fuzzy)

Sli Mutability

Sli Mutability (Jellyfish, Fuzzy)

Sli Hair / Legs / Arms

Jellyfish Sli Tentacles

Fuzzy Sli Flesh Shaping

Fuzzy Sli Fur

Let think. ‘Paternal Malleability’ allows to reshape my dick. Scratch that, it lets alter the body modification mark I have selected. If the Sli mark tree follows the sa pattern… well, I do have three chances.

*Selected Sli Malleability!*

*Temporarily use Sli Malleability to Refund a current Body Mark?*

Wolf Nose

Harpy Sight

Harpy Lightweight

Bunny Stamina

Goblin Stature

Orc Stature

I select Orc Stature and the world around gets bigger. Rather, I shrink to sothing like almost a third of my previous size. Fitting into this hole will be a piece of cake!

Nice.

The second obvious problem I notice as I enter the tunnel is the quickly dimming light. I consider refunding Harpy Sight for the likely low-light-oriented rmaid Sight, but I have to take the obvious into account. Rabbits don’t have super night vision; they use their sense of sll and hearing to navigate underground!

Actually, screw it. What the heck does Sli Mutability do?

*Selected Sli Mutability!*

*Temporarily Transfer a Sli Mark to another Type?*

r

Goblinoid

Canine

Avian

Forest

Aweso; this is Perfect!

*Selected r!*

*Spend a r Mark to replace Harpy Sight with rmaid Sight using Sli Malleability?*

I navigate through my tummy tattoo nus while there’s enough light to see until I find what I need and make the selection. My surroundings imdiately co into focus on a greyscale. Thankfully, the low-light vision of a rmaid isn’t limited to underwater, or else this would’ve been sadly pointless.

I’m extrely pleased by my Sli abilities now. This gives a lot more flexibility during the day instead of having to wait until sunrise to refund poor decisions. A use of Malleability refunds a mark within a type, with the secondary benefit of allowing to replace body modifications of a similar class (much like Paternal Malleability) as long as I have it equipped. Mutability, anwhile, allows to shove Sli marks at a problem.

Both have significant advantages. Together, they let rewrite my build on the fly… if only to a limited degree.

Okay, I may not have Bunny Ears today, but I have Wolf Nose to follow trails through the mazelike tunnels, rmaid Sight lets see what’s in front of , and I’m pleased to find Earth Magic gives sothing like a tremor sense similar to a Mole-man. I couldn’t tell fine details about a person that way, unlike so ancient human fiction, but I can guess their weight and relative position to from their footsteps.

Overall, I’d rate myself as way-overprepared to raid a bunch of tunnels filled with mice and rabbits.

Making my way deeper in the Warren, the tunnels aren’t actually that bad at my size. I don’t have to hunch over to walk. Crawling through here in my human size would’ve been claustrophobic as hell. I might not have been able to turn around after entering, forcing to crawl in reverse if I hit a dead-end.

What a nightmare.

I try to sniff for Cottontail, but her scent is masked by dozens of others. I’ll just have to go deeper in!

A few minutes later, I’ve gone several hundred feet through a dozen intersections. I’m confident I’m going vaguely the right way based on so of the traffic I’m slling and the footprints I’m seeing. It’s also nice to reconfirm I won’t have any trouble following my scent trail to the surface considering how far I’ve already co.

The tremor of footsteps alert to nearby smallfolk. I continue heading towards them, only to sense them halting. Rounding the corner, I see what I’m dealing with.

A bunny boy and a bunny girl hug the walls, staring blindly while their ears turn in my direction. Having a sensory advantage is great! A mouse girl cos up behind them, and they grab her as they point my way. The mouse seemingly has better low-light vision and peers at .

Unfortunately, she’s clearly not the mouse girl I rescued from a drunken Dura. This one has huge ears, each one bigger than her head.

“Fish!” a squeaky voice screams, and the three of them flee.

Fish? I look down at myself in my crab armor and realize I should’ve known better if I wanted to ask for directions. All Seafolk are the sa in a mouse’s book. Dismissing my armor and embracing nudity, I call after them, “I’m not a fish, I’m human!”

That makes the three of them slide to a halt. The trio confers amongst themselves while I force myself to be patient. Running after the skittish monsters is only going to drive them away.

They timidly approach .

“Goblin!” the squeaky voice screams this ti, and we repeat the sa song and dance.

“I’m not a Goblin, I’m a short human!”

“What’s a human child doing in the Warren?” the bunny boy asks. Even with greyscale vision, I can tell he has dark skin and black fur.

This ti, the bunny girl gets close enough to catch a whiff of . The fur on her arms, legs, ears, and neck is super fluffy. “They sll like an adult woman…”

“I see a cock!” the mouse girl giddily announces.

“I sll cunt,” the black bunny boy says as they all approach. “And fish, but so dirt will rub that off.”

“I thought humans were bigger?” the mouse girl asks, looking up at .

“They typically are,” I say. “I’m an unusually small human with a dick and a pussy. Nothing to be afraid of.”

The three furry monsters vaguely surround and stand there awkwardly as if unsure what to do next.

“Did… did we just catch a human?” the fluffy bunny girl says what they all must be thinking.

I shrug. “It’s not ‘catching’ if I don’t resist, but sure. You caught .”

“We caught a human!” the black bunny boy cheers in celebration.

“She’s pretty!” the bigear mouse girl tells the others.

“Never slled one up close before…”

The three of them take that cue to step closer and take deep whiffs of my personal aroma. I struggle to maintain a straight face as they make funny, enraptured expressions.

“Do all humans sll this good?” the fluffy bunny girl wonders aloud.

Seeing their reactions makes realize the Warren must capture hardly any humans compared to the Ogre Fen, Kennel Hills, the Western Sea, Charlatan Forest, or Harpy Mountain. Since humans are considered the utmost peak in quality for sexual partners, finding must be like winning an ancient human lottery for them.

Now they crowd in close. I’m a head shorter than the bunnies and a head taller than the mouse. I do miss my Orc (or even human) stature in this mont, but they’re still really cute monsters!

The black bunny boy reaches with a blind hand to touch my shoulder, then gropes his way around until he finds and palms a boob. “She’s got a huge rack!”

“Thank you.” I’m still proud of my new breasts ever since getting my first Mammary mark.

The fluffy bunny girl sidles up close, pleasantly pressing her ample chest against my arm as she reaches between my legs to feel for my slit. “She’s already so wet…”

I’ll admit, this is scratching that ‘captured by sexy monsters’ itch I’ve always had without the inherent danger. I’m kind of into this scene.

The bigear mouse girl grabs my dick in both hands. My swinging mber (still full-size despite my height downgrade) utterly dwarfs the pipsqueak. “Humans don’t have cocks this big… Oo! Dibs on her precum!” She licks the tip of my rod before anyone can object. Her eyes roll up into her head, and she swoons while appreciating my flavor. “I’ve died and gone to monster heaven!”

“Maybe you three should have your way with …” I say in a flirtatious tone.

My suggestion makes them pause instead of encouraging them to continue as I’d hoped. Perhaps the reality of the situation has finally sunk in?

“If we do her here…” the fluffy bunny girl trails off as if afraid to finish the thought.

“We could get in so much trouble,” the bigear mouse girl says. “What if Peter finds out?”

The black bunny boy grunts and resus squeezing my tits. “He doesn’t need to know. We’ll take her far around the hub to the southern breeding chamber, so her trail has a chance to fade before he stumbles across it.”

“She has a cock, so we can breed humans now!” the fluffy bunny girl says. “By the ti Peter learns the truth, we’ll have enough humans to share with everybody!”

If I had any hopes my captors are altruistic, that comnt pretty much shatters them. A casual hookup with a bunch of bunnies and mice sounds fun, but I can’t allow any pregnancies in my wake. I won’t permit any of my children to beco sex slaves now I have the strength to control my destiny.

Arguably, it seems my offspring with this cock would be a Fuzzy. The monsters wouldn’t know for certain it was a child of mine. However, I don’t like the idea of leaving my progeny scattered about where I can’t find them. It’s not exactly a moral decision. More like, it’s being selfish. Any kids I have here would be lost among possibly hundreds of other Fuzzies.

I regrettably say goodbye to the couple dozen Breeder marks I'm turning down to keep my personal integrity.

Still, I can play along while this stays fun, and these monsters might even help . “I ca here looking for Cottontail. Do you know him?”

“Cottontail?” the fluffy bunny girl asks, clearly confused by my motivations.

“That weirdo?” the black bunny boy says, then shrugs. “I don’t have anything against him, but he’s kind of a loner.”

The others nod. I notice they’re misgendering her, but I guess she hasn’t co out yet?

“His mom and sis are nice,” the bigear mouse girl makes so conversation while stroking my cock with both hands to coax more precum from the tip. “He’s been acting weirder than normal. I don’t think he’s even gone topside today. Hey, human… did you fuck him?”

“That explains it!” the fluffy bunny girl coos as she fingers . “No wonder; he’s lovesick.”

“Lucky-footed bastard,” the black bunny boy mutters under his breath.

“Don’t bla if I steal you away,” the fluffy bunny girl whispers in my ear. Not a chance. My heart belongs to the cute bunny girl who risked her life to save a bunch of Fuzzies. “I bet I can take your big at stick better than him.”

I doubt that.

Not to say I’d object to taking a few bunnies or mice ho with if they’re not terrible people, but I have to be reasonable. There’s the logistics of feeding everyone even if Gabby gave permission to house them. My nutritious sen can supply a small harem, not a small colony. ntal note: find more food sources!

“Co with us,” the bigear mouse girl proposes between licks of my cock, “And we’ll tell Cottontail where you are even though we’re keeping you secret from most of the Warren.”

Yeah, secret. I’m sure you’ll only tell your closest dozen friends and family. There’s no way everyone will find out about the human hidden in one of the cardinal breeding chambers within a matter of hours. Well, at least I won’t tell anyone.

“Sure, what could go wrong?”