38. The Warren Part 3 (R-18)

38. The Warren Part 3 (R-18)Spoiler

Ugly bastard fucking monster girl, Trigger Warning for abusive parents / misgendering, Potentially offense pejorative

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It turns out I can cum in a lot of monster butts without getting bored.

Time passes, but not more than a few hours. I’m embarrassed to admit how long it took me to realize almost everyone from the original orgy is gone, having been gradually replaced by newcomers. There’re also a lot more monsters here than before.

At least I’ve maintained my resolve to keep from impregnating anyone. I couldn’t live with myself leaving a child behind who might get eaten by a Mole-man without me ever knowing.

I stand despite being covered with mice and bunnies of both sexes. With my Orc Strength, they can’t exactly stop me.

“Alright, where’s Cottontail?”

There’s a pregnant pause.

Bonny speaks up (Chris and Stew are long gone), “I heard P-Peter has him.”

I frown. “Show me.”

“No!” Bonny and the other monsters cry. “Don’t go! Peter will ruin you.”

“So I heard, but I’m going whether or not anybody helps.”

The monsters before me are shamed into silence. Just then, a bunny bursts into the room saying, “Peter found out about the human, and wants to see her!”

That causes a ruckus as the monsters around me argue about whose fault this is.

“I only told my sis!”

“I only told my cousins!”

“I only told my best friends!”

Yeah, as a wise ancient human once said, ‘Two can keep a secret if one is dead.’

I approach the newcomer and lay a hand on her shoulder, “Lead the way.”

The bunny girl nods shakily and proceeds to show me the way through the maze of tunnels to the hub. A few mice and bunnies make a half-hearted attempt to stop me and hide me, but they’re too scared of getting in trouble to put up a real fight.

Hold on, Cottontail. I’m coming.

The hub has a much higher ceiling than the tunnels. Enough so an Orc could stroll about if one somehow got down here. There are stone pillars throughout the large open area to support the ceiling, except for what I realize is an audience chamber with a mound of dirt shaped like a recliner substituting the royal throne.

Sitting there is a really big bunny. Like, eight feet tall if my guess is right.

Peter, because this has to be him, is fat. Not just fat, he looks like a retired weightlifter. Big, bulky arms, man boobs, and a pear-shaped body to start. Unlike the bunny boys, he’s furry all over except the face, which has heavy stubble over a cleft chin. His fur is pale grey, half his left ear is missing with a jagged bitemark, he holds a carrot in his mouth like a cigar, and he’s masturbating in public.

That is to say, he has one of his huge mitts wrapped around a mouse girl’s waist, and he’s casually jacking off with her like he’s using an onahole. He looks bored. The mouse girl, on the other hand, is squeaking with each fast-paced thrust like a dying animal. She’s drooling with her eyes rolled up into her skull, and her tongue is lolling out while an enormous bulge pounds her stomach from inside.

When she stops squeaking, he pulls her off his monster schlong and tosses her into a pile of groaning, cum-stuffed monsters like a stack of used tissues. An anxious bunny steps up for him to grab and jam onto his fat throbbing rod. This little rabbit is fresh and starts a new round of sexual screams at top volume. I notice a long line of bunnies and mice (both sexes each) looking on with dread as they await their turn on the ‘ride.’

Based on what I recall from the Book of Monsters’ description, Peter must be a Bunny Patron. A third-tier monster.

“Cottontail is a girl, now!” I announce, then stake my claim, “She’s my woman!”

Cottontail can’t see me in the dark, but her face is looking my way, and bittersweet tears are streaming down her face. Sorry to out you, but someone needs to set this guy straight and I’m done acting like a meek human. Monsters like him only understand confidence and power.

Peter, somehow, can sense me and is scanning me up and down with special attention to the cock between my legs. He laughs deep and loud. “Oh, heh, heh, heh! This is rich! Just rich! She’s fucking you! What else was I expecting from my pansy-ass son?

“See, everybody? This is what I’m talking about. This is why I have to be in charge. Cottontail, you’ll never evolve that way, you fucking moron. I work at my fourth-tier requirements tirelessly. Every. Single. Day.

“Nobody else here is ever going to evolve, are they? I do everything I can to help my girls meet their Matron requirements, but they give up after popping out their first dozen. I swear, I’ll become a Patriarch like dear old Grandpappy Thumper before anyone else climbs to the third tier.”

His hands ball into fists as he rips the abused mouse boy from his rod and tosses the cumflated monster onto the ‘used’ pile.

“Maybe if all you bitches stopped fucking your brothers like whores and only took my dick, I could rank-up this century! You know how many kids it takes to reach Patriarch? How long I’ve been at this? No. No respect.”

Peter stands, fat cock swaying. “Get your ass over here, boy. If you want to be a woman, then bend over. It’s all you’re good for.” Cottontail hesitates, and Peter sees the abject horror on my face. “Know what, I’m a nice guy. I’ll let both of you go after one round if you both come here right now. He can suck your human cock while I fuck him, then I’ll fill your womb with my seed while he watches, and the two of you can leave the Warren for good.”

My bunny-eared lover takes a step toward Peter.

“Cottontail...” I say, and I hate to admit I let a little uncertainty creep into my voice.

“Alex, let’s just get it over with and do what he says. You can’t win.”

Fuck. A third-tier monster.

My Tamer training says to bend over when a powerful monster catches you. I’m no stranger to surrendering to an unstoppable force. And yet, that mark...

*The Wolf Lord’s Toy – Three Canine Marks!*

It’s pissed me off ever since I got it. I know I’ll get something even worse if I submit to this. If I allow that bastard to take my woman...

“I challenge you!”

All the bunnies and mice in the chamber gasp as I point at Patron Peter. I won’t let myself be stained by another failure. This me is different from the human girl who left town on a suicide mission.

Peter clenches his teeth in fury, biting through his carrot ‘cigar.’

“Fight me for Cottontail! If I win, the two of us leave, and nobody comes after us.”

“You... dare?” Peter cracks his furred knuckles. “A fucking human dares to challenge a third-tier monster? You think I’m a joke because I’m a bunny!?!”

I mean, sure, I factored that into my decision. Cottontail and Dura are both second-tier monsters, after all. A third-tier is a third-tier, but a Bunny Patron has got to be the weakest monster of that rank, right? He’s no Wolf Lord. A bunny isn’t much of a second-tier monster, so a Bunny Patron can’t be much tougher than an Ogre. I hope.

“But, Peter, she’s just a girl!”

“Shut up, Lois!” Peter backhands the dormouse, knocking her to the floor. “This is about respect!”

Cottontail rushes to my side. We hug, which feels a bit odd considering she’s taller than me at this stature. “Are you sure about this?”

I don’t blame her, considering she doesn’t know about my upgrades today. On the other hand, I do know what I have, and I’m not certain about my chances either.

“It’s too late to back out, now.”