Monster Breeder

125. Eastern Desert, Part 8 (Suka, R-18)

The ground shakes as cracks in the earth appear for a hundred meters in all directions. Sand sinks into the gaps and thorny green tendrils thick as trees sprout from the depths. Cactus Treefolk cling to the plants as they rise while spraying the ground with streams of water to create mud. I must’ve really kicked the hornet’s nest!

The landscape goes wild with the Cactus Turret's minions as if desperate to prove I'm still not a threat despite my evolution. Yeah, well, I got what I came for so I've got nothing to prove! So, there!

Okay, time to leave.

I race away with my prizes in tow, leaping gaps, double-jumping when I lose my footing, hopping over patches of mud, and ducking streams of water.

The Needle Mouse under my arm tries to stab me with a thorn that came out of nowhere but I tighten my grip on his neck until he lets it go. Good boy!

The water and mud are more of a threat to me than the earthquake or the arsenal of needles I'm continuously dodging. The Turret must realize this or notices how I take special care to avoid the water jets because I feel something change in the air. It's humidity. 

Heavy mist rises from the Cactus Turret as the ground trembles again. This time, great geysers of water shoot high into the air from the minaret spires. I know what's coming next and beat a retreat double time.

Jumping and flamestepping in a tight chain allows me to reach heretofore unheard-of speeds. Then a wave of rain chases me away like a physical wall of water on my tail. I have to cross several dunes before I'm out of both archery and waterspout range.

"Woooooo!!! That was awesome!"

"If you're going to kill me, all I ask is you make it quick," the Needle Mouse says.

"No worries, I'm not gonna eat you. Although, I would like to put my mouth on your..." Wait. What would Alex say in this situation? Something about consent? If I molest this little guy now it's technically rape, right? She'd punish me for sure, and the whole reason I grabbed him was to bring him home alive. He'll definitely tattle.

"No worries? No worries??? I've been kidnapped by a wolf but I'm supposed to relax? You're going to breed me to use my kids as livestock, aren't you?!?"

Wow, dark. "No, no, no. No bree—well, there may be sex involved but nothing like that. Not for making ‘livestock,’ I swear. Alex is making me go vegan."

"V-ve-what?"

Argh. This isn't something Alex has to deal with because of her human pheromones making every monster she meets horny instead of hungry or scared. 

"Look, you're a prisoner of war, little buddy. I won't let anyone hurt you. So, either go with the flow, or you can be miserable the whole time. Since I can't force you to relax, I'm not going to worry about it."

With that, I speed off into the sunset. We've got to get home soon!

When I reach the Lizardmen camp, activity is quieting down for the end of the day. Everyone is sharing Isabella's prickly pears and belching flames. It’s a beautiful sight. Still, the Lizardfolk eye my prize hungrily. The mouse boy, not the Turret needle—that’s my trophy; he’s my bonus prize.

“Huntress Suka, you’ve returned!” Steeltooth says, metal prick buried in Dura’s sex doggystyle. I see the Ogress is getting her fill of the Lizardman before we have to part ways.

Moka is sitting with Lucinia this time, the two of them watching the festivities from a safe distance.

“Moron! You had me worried sick!” Isabella rushes over to me and gasps with her hands over her mouth as she looks me up and down. Her eyes go wide. “Suka… You’re…”

“…What?” Seriously, what? Is something wrong with the way I look?

Flou1 shlorps over as a bunny-eared Fuzzy Slime and makes a show of wobbling to look me over as well. “That’s a 'wowza.' Suka, you’re going to drive Alex wild tonight!”

“I mean, yeah, but,” I glance down at myself again. My bust size disappointingly didn’t increase. “You really think so?”

“While I don’t know this Alex person,” Isabella says, her gaze lingering on the very tits I feel inadequate about, especially compared to her, Lucinia, Dura, or Alex. And especially Gabby. Olindia too when she’s in humanoid form. Fuck. But my cactus girl isn’t put off by my slim, athletic figure. Instead, she looks at me as if I were the last tall glass of water in the desert. “I sure like what I see.” Then her eyes find the mouse boy under my arm. “Ooh, and you brought me a snack! Mmm, I’ll finish this little morsel in one gulp…”

I boop her on the head with the knuckles of my other hand carrying my needle trophy. “He’s not for eating either.”

She pouts as I rebuff her attempt, but the cactus girl quickly returns to admiring my new form. Isabella approaches me and tentatively runs her fingers through my hair—head flames? “It’s not burning me!” Oh, shit, she’s right. I didn’t even notice I wasn’t burning the mouse boy. Focusing my mind, I realize there’s something like an internal knob on these flames I can dial to adjust the heat. Except, it’s more than that. I instinctually know my flames won’t harm people I like. “Oh, you’re getting warmer, but it’s not too much.”

“What can I say? You make me all hot and bothered,” I tease the beautiful cactus girl.

She continues petting my head and my tail starts wagging involuntarily. “It’s like hair but impossibly smooth and silky. I’d be jealous… if my flowers weren’t prettier!”

I peck her on the lips, our breasts squishing together through the thin layer of her leafy top in the most satisfying way, and say, “You make the most amazing flowers I’ve ever seen.” My words justify themselves as the compliment makes Isabella bloom in a cascade of desert roses.

Blushing fiercely, the cactus girl makes a bold move, leaning in to whisper in my ear, “If you keep saying embarrassing things like that, you’ll probably get laid tonight. You deserve a reward for keeping your promise.” Her nectar-sweet voice and the fragrant aroma of her blooming body wafting into my nostrils along with those enticing words stirs a powerful desire in my loins. Heat rises within me. I burn to show her my affection. “S-S-Suka! Oh, my goodness, I didn’t know you wanted me t-that badly! M-moron, don’t whip it out now!”

At first, I’m not sure what Isabella is talking about. Then I feel myself poking her thigh and step back to see—a cock!

Not a flesh phallus like Alex has, but a burning flame-dick growing from my crotch. It sprang up among my fiery pubic hair from the root of my clit.

“Is it real?” Moka asks from inches away, her head at mouth level with my erect cock, and she’s not acting shy. “Can you feel this?” Her finger reaches up to poke at me. The blazing hardon twitches and pulses beneath her touch, sending flares of intense sensation through me as its surface yields to pressure with supple grace.

“F-f-fuck yes, I can!” I say, belly trembling with the need to test out my new appendage.

The chocolate bunny girl grabs my tender shaft in one hand and gives me a wank, her palm too small to reach all the way around with her fingers, making me feel big and powerful. She smiles as sultry and scorching as a cup of black gold. “I’m ready to be sacrificed to the wolf’s hunger. For the good of my people, of course.”

“Are you insane?” the needle mouse boy asks, utterly incredulous. “She’s a wolf, and you’re a bunny!”

“Hmph!” Moka scowls at him where he hangs under my arm. “I think I’ll trust my intuition over a Desert Warren deserter who went to the Cactus Turret for protection.” He frowns at that but denies nothing.

Green fingers clamp onto Moka's waist and lift her into the air. Isabella turns the bunny about to meet her eye to eye.

“My girlfriend—my cock. I’m not super-jealous or anything, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting anyone else try my bitch’s dick before me. She can fuck any floozy she wants after I’m satisfied.”

I grin and growl, deep and throaty, “Yes, ma’am!”

Isabella is gentle with Moka, having heard my opinion on going vegan, and checks my expression with a glance as she hugs the bunny girl to her chest without letting any needles draw blood. I give her an encouraging smile for good behavior. She’s a fine girlfriend, helping me instead of being an obstacle to my goals.

“Suka, Dura, Lucinia, how are things?” Alex’s voice comes from Flou1’s body. “We’re back at the Hut—well, it’s Field Town, now. Long story. Hey, are you a long way off?”

What did she say? It sounded like, ‘Fieldton.’ That must be it. What all happened while we were away?

I rush over to the Flou-phone and speak into the Fuzzy Slime’s body. Dura continues grunting and rutting with Steeltooth but turns her head to listen. “Hey, Alex! Guess what? I evolved into an awesome monster! Yeah, everyone is alive and well. I don’t think we can make it back before dark, though. There’s a big monster in the way that senses heavy footfalls. I lost my wolf form, so we’ll have to tiptoe past it slowly since I can’t carry everyone. But I’m way faster by myself. Say the word, and I’ll be there in a heartbeat. Are Megan and the others alright?”

“You lost what? Nevermind. Yes, no losses on our side. No, Flou said you picked up a few new friends, so make sure they all make it here safe. We have a fight to pick and can’t wait for you; there’s too much left to do today. We’re already pushing the limit while expecting to get a decent night’s sleep after the orgy.”

“Orgy?” the needle mouse asks, eyebrow raised high. He’s intrigued but mostly skeptical.

“Orgy?” Moka says while looking between me and Isabella. She looks like she felt Isabella stiffen under the leafy skirt and wants to be the chocolate filling in a dick-girl sandwich. That’s a fantasy I’m eager to fulfill!

“Yeah, I expect it’ll be a doozy. Who dat? They sound cute. Wait, I don’t have time for this. Introductions later. I have to get ready for a fight. Love you all, kisses, bye!”

With that, Alex severs the connection.

I hold myself back despite wanting nothing more than to soar over the dunes to my human mate like a comet and fight by her side. It stings to be left out of a fight, but Alex trusts me to shepherd this group home. That’s my responsibility. “Okay, let’s head back to the Hut as quickly as we can. I’d like to hurry and help Alex once everyone is safe.”

“Dura miss bat’le?” the Ogress says as she stands after finishing her last round with Steeltooth.

I give a melancholy shrug, empathizing with her disappointment, “Looks that way.”

The Lizardman squeezes Dura’s butt affectionately and gives her a side-hug. “I’d like nothing more than to march with my warriors at your back, but it’d be suicide with the Sandworm prepared this time. The bedrock around the Oasis is all that protects us.”

Where a tribe on the move would attract too much attention, a smaller group can slip past.

“Say hello to Spindle for us,” Garnet says as she and the Kobolds wave farewell.

“We will,” I assure them.

Lucinia manages a short hop up to Dura’s shoulders on her injured wing. Flou1 shlorps onto me, shifting to become a ruby-studded fur bikini which goes amazingly well with the new color scheme of my flaming hair. I’ve got my prisoner Needle Mouse, and Isabella has Moka in her arms for extra protection from any predator ambushes. Dura gives Steeltooth one last slap on the ass in parting, a gesture the Lizardman wholeheartedly appreciates with a toothy grin.

With how popular the prickly pears turned out to be, we leave with a warm farewell from the Lizard-folk despite taking their dinner—Moka—with us.

It’s a long walk home but, with a native cactus girl guiding us, we’re able to avoid the areas the Sandworm frequents. And, when the ground trembles from the massive monster nearing, we’re able to sneak past on wide, flat sand shoes Isabella made from vines, stems, and leaves.

I stumble across the conjoined Cactus sister’s scent trail but decide not to hunt them down today. I’ve already got a prickly girlfriend, after all.

From there, it’s a short evening jaunt through Fuzzy Field to the Hut.