Monster Breeder 91. Return to the Warren, Part 1 (Cottontail)

91. Return to the Warren, Part 1 (Cottontail)

It’s so nostalgic being back underground. The low-light ambiance, the sll of dirt, the feel of soil between my paws… I spent my whole childhood either down here or foraging in Fuzzy Field.

Yet, there’s sothing different about the tunnels today. I can’t put my finger on it, but I can’t help worrying.

gan senses the tension in the way she always does, takes my hand in hers, and gives a reassuring squeeze. I look down at my little sister and wonder again how she got so brave. I know it doesn’t co naturally for prey monsters like us.

“Thinking about what you’ll say to him?” gan asks. Her hand fits in mine so snugly.

I know who she ans. “No, I’m trying not to think about that. Maybe if I ignore it long enough, it’ll be over before I have a chance to get scared.”

Her grip tightens. “Cottontail, I know it’s hard, but you can’t let him intimidate you! He’s a big bully; that’s all he’s ever been, and all he’ll ever be. But we belong to Alex now, and she’s going to be important soday. We need to start acting like the brides of an important person! Look, we’ve got four powerful predators with us. He’s the one who should be afraid.”

“Well said, little mouse,” Spindle says from behind us as she places a light hand on each of our shoulders.

I shiver runs through . Miss Spindle is the scariest of Alex’s companions; just having her look at makes my clitty stand up and my body tingle. I still can’t believe she let stick it in her pussy last night! She let , a little bunny, have sex with a strong monster like her! I really want to do it with her again…

“Like the view from back there?” gan says as she sways her hips while we walk. Her pink jellyfish skirt swishes and her plump apple bottom seems to glow majestically in the dim purple light cast by Spindle’s athyst gaze. My face heats up and I look away.

The Wicked Webling sensually licks her lips. “Very much.”

“Hey, no canoodling while we’re on a mission!” Gabby yells back at us from her place in the lead, making her boobies jiggle beneath her robes distractingly. Why is she so sexy when she’s angry??? My clitty doesn’t know how to react around her—well, that’s a lie, I get hard when she yells. “Do any of you want to explain to Alex we were too drunk on her pheromones from last night to finish the job on schedule?”

“You’re just nervous about the date you have with her later, Miss Goblin,” Spindle retorts. “Plenty of private ti in the forest where you’ll have her all to yourself~”

“I assure you my main overriding priority will be getting stronger… any fornication that happens will be the result of simple expedient mark extraction for Alex.” The Goblin girl clenches a fist around the base of her glowing Apprentice Rod. “I can’t fall any further behind. I need to catch up to Alex so I can protect her!”

gan frowns beside with her eyes downcast. It looks like sothing is troubling her, but I can’t imagine what.

“Cottontail, it may be tempting to rely on them, but keep in mind you’re the critical piece in this mission,” Flou2 says from her place integrated into my outfit. I feel her many tiny lips and tongues on my breasts and nethers giving reassuring kisses. She could get off in a couple of minutes—she’s done it before—but Flou is only reminding I’m not alone.

“?”

My sister squeezes my hand again as her attention returns to the conversation. “She’s right, sis. Gabby and Spindle can beat Peter and scare everyone senseless, but not even webs and vines can catch every mouse and bunny in the Warren. If we can’t convince Peter to work with us, they’ll scatter without a third-tier to obey and hide behind.”

“Mission failure,” Spindle agrees.

Flou2 continues, “So will recognize , but the majority of mice and bunnies fundantally can’t trust a Sli. You’re different, Cottontail. No one in the Warren has seen a special bunny evolution in hundreds of years.”

“I’m not…”

“Special?” gan interrupts . There’s a spark of sothing in her eyes when she looks at . Not envy, but I can’t quite put a word to it. She brushes her arm against my corset teddy. “Can’t you see you’re turning into sothing incredible?”

I have to admit the outfit is beautiful, but that doesn’t an I can take over the Warren or anything crazy like that. “My stomach hurts from all this stress.”

Sis gives a worried look that shifts to a devious smile. “Cottontail, rember, you’re this little one’s momma,” she says touching her tummy where Alex’s mark displays the sleeping face of the baby girl I ‘fathered.’ “It doesn’t matter that we’re siblings anymore now that I’m pregnant. When this is over, I want you to push down and release all that tension, okay?”

gan stands on her tiptoes and gives a kiss on the cheek. She slls like ho. Then her mouse tail teasingly whip-cracks on the butt and I’m so hard it makes walking awkward. I’ve fantasized about my gorgeous younger sister hundreds of tis. She’s the prettiest, bravest mouse in the whole Warren. We did so things yesterday, but what she’s saying is just the two of us. . Alone. With sis…

“Can everyone shush for a while?” Olindia asks from a pink tentacle forming part of gan’s dress. “This is supposed to be a ‘stealth’ mission or sothing, yeah?”

“You just want to nap until the fighting starts, don’t you?” gan accuses.

“Ouch! Hey, aren’t you supposed to like, fear and shit?”

“I wouldn’t have asked to let you camp in my cooch if I thought you’d betray Alex by harming .”

“Alright, alright, I didn’t want to argue, all I wanted was—”

“Quiet,” Gabby says, her tone brooking no argunt.

We’re at a fork in the tunnels. Now that I’m listening, my bunny ears can pick up the sound of shuffling feet coming from both directions. Actually, we should’ve run into a lookout a while back. Where is everyone?

A Mole-man cos snuffling and dragging his shovel at us from either side. Both of them are as horrible as I rember. Taller than a human, they’re squinty-eyed with clawlike nails and huge incisors. They’re covered in matted fur that’s crusty with dirt. They have bulky male proportions, hunched backs, and thick dangling schlongs.

Gabby and Spindle spring into action weaving their magic. The Goblin Apprentice dual-wields a rod glowing green with Plant Magic in each hand as vines shoot from the ground to entangle the western Mole-man’s legs. anwhile, Spindle makes string figures of purple energy between her four hands as glowing spider threads fill the tunnel in front of the eastern Mole-man who barrels headlong into them.

Both Mole-n struggle in their restraints. The western Mole-man digs his shovel into the ground at his feet to uproot half the vines. The eastern Mole-man waves his shovel around to catch the threads like a spool of cotton candy.

“Get closer so I can whack this guy,” Olindia says to gan, who dashes forward without hesitation. Pink Sli tentacles separate from her dress to slap the Mole-man and stick like glue on impact. He begins to shriek from the Jellyfish venom, his struggles intensifying for a mont before he gradually begins to weaken.

A ruby dagger appears in my hand. “Throw it at him,” Flou2 instructs.

“Throw it?” I don’t know how to use a weapon like this!

“Just throw and I’ll do the rest!”

The western Mole-man frees his second leg with the shovel, but the tangling vines bought Gabby enough ti for a follow-up attack. More vines erupt from the walls to grab his shovel arm and wrap around his neck. The struggle continues for a few more seconds as Gabby adds more and more vines until we hear the crack of his neck snapping.

The eastern Mole-man’s face has dissolved by this point. Olindia proceeds to consu his corpse with the caustic Sli of her tendrils.

“Cottontail, get closer to him, please.”

I do as Flou asks, approaching the western Mole-man. A Furry maw-tendril lunges from my outfit to latch onto his exposed flank like a lamprey. I watch as Flou2 swallows gallons of his blood. Six ruby daggers appear at my hip, three on the left, and three on the right.

“Next ti, throw when I say. This body only has one of my Multitasking Focuses and crystalizing blood takes a good portion of my concentration. It’s easier if you throw and I guide the weapon remotely with Blood Magic. I know it’s tough, at first, but this gets easier, I promise.”

Nobody says anything an, but I feel a sour weight in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t do what I was supposed to, and Gabby picked up my slack. Everyone is so amazing! gan wasn’t afraid of getting close to that Mole-man at all. When the pressure was on I froze. How does Alex do this?

“Shouldn’t you have Harpy Matron Air Blades at your disposal, Miss Goblin?”

Gabby harrumphs. “I have Aello’s spell morized but can’t use third-tier magic until after I evolve.”

“Apologies, Spindle didn’t intend to touch a sore subject.”

The Goblin girl shrugs, clearly not wanting to discuss it further.

“What are Mole-n doing in the Warren?” gan asks.

“Why wouldn’t they be here?” Spindle wonders while tapping her chin with a finger.

I blink in shock at the thought, but then I rember she’s a Webling with no knowledge of our ho. “Peter protects the Warren from the Mole-n.”

Spindle and Gabby exchange a look I’m not sure how to interpret.

“Have you ever actually seen him ward off a Mole-man?” Gabby asks, her voice full of skepticism.

I shake my head and shrug. “No.”

Miss Spindle frowns. “That doesn’t sound like protection, it sounds like—”

Miss Gabby cuts her off with a soft hand laid on the Webling’s arm and another odd exchange of glances. When I look at gan to see if she understands what’s going on, she has a stricken look about her that shocks .

Then Gabby addresses Spindle aloud, “Optimally, we subdue the Bunny Patron and use him to control…” she glances at , then back to the Webling, “I an, to lead the Fuzzy folk in these dire circumstances. We’ll deal with suboptimal complications as they arise.”

“You’re such a lovely pragmatist, Miss Goblin. Spindle agrees; the details are irrelevant when the solution is simple regardless.”

With that apparently resolved, we proceed on the shortest route to the Warren’s hub.

I whisper to gan as we walk, “Was that a predator thing? Or do you know what they’re talking about?”

gan won’t raise her eyes from the floor. “That old bastard never fought for us once, but the Mole-n stay away from the Warren anyway.” She clenches her fists. “What do you think that ans?”

A thought occurs to , a thought so black and heinous that I imdiately reject it as impossible. I stride forward with a shake of my head as if to hastily put the idea behind . “Let’s hurry and convince Peter to help us so we can return to Alex.”