Monster Breeder

100. Charlatan Forest, Part 2 (R-18)

Gabby, Gale, and Megan all exclaim as vines hoist each of them into the air by the ankle. We’ve gone and gotten ourselves caught in a trap baited by Fruit Nymphs.

I leap for Gale. The avian girl’s talons are being restrained, making her the most vulnerable of the captured trio. My Harpy Lightweight mark and Ogre Strength allow me to dart through the air like an arrow.

Knowing all the ways my rescue attempt could go wrong, I grab onto Gale and refuse to let go to maximize my chances. The last thing I need to happen is to waste my window severing her bindings only for more to drag her out of my reach. With this method, I put myself in more danger, but I won’t be separated from my Harpy girl.

Gabby arrests her movement with a spell, growing vines from nearby trees that grab her limbs to anchor herself. Then she uses Ember Magic on a section of the enemy vines to sever them. Her opponent’s mistake was not disarming her rods.

Megan’s fur bikini (Flou3) places a crystal-blood dagger in her palm and she uses the weapon to cut herself free. The mouse girl falls, but Jonny in his Stone Ooze girlfriend suit catches her.

Olindia’s Pink Jellyfish Slime tentacles extend from my body to anchor us to nearby foliage and grapple the vines pulling on Gale. With our movement halted, I have the luxury to burn through the vines with Ember Magic while looking around.

There!

I find a Pitcher Treefolk below us. She has green skin, green hair, massive tits, and her crotch melds seamlessly into the lid of a ten-foot-tall acid-filled pitcher. Bitch was trying to drop us into her open stomach.

Last time I fought one, my spears didn’t do jack shit. The lady half is a decoy like the lure of an anglerfish; it doesn’t die if you stab her through the heart. Piercing the pitcher didn’t do much either; the puncture wounds bleed too slowly.  

Today, I have a new weapon.

“Go, Harpy Matron Air Magic!” I focus on the air in front of my hand, compressing, condensing, and shaping the magic until I form a sharp edge. Then I fire the Air Blade at the Pitcher Treefolk’s body.

She interposes branches from Plant Growth and her own vines, but they barely slow the cutting force. A gaping wound opens in the Pitcher’s side that vomits acidic green bile. The Treefolk shrieks in pain and turns to flee. I’m about to throw another Air Blade at the retreating form when I hear Gabby’s battle cry.

“Gale, get us to Gabby!”

“On it!”

The freed Harpy girl shreds the vines holding us with her talons, grabs my shoulders as I fall, and flies us through the canopy toward the sound of my Goblin wife’s voice.

She’s struggling to defend herself from a second Pitcher Treefolk.

Gabby counterspells its Plant Growth spells and responds with dual casting, launching small rocks with Earth Magic, but they bounce off the Pitcher’s belly. In turn, the plant monster sends its vines after the Goblin girl, only to have them be entangled with Gabby’s Plant Growth spell. Meanwhile, the Treefolk lumbers its acid-filled bulk closer and closer.

I shoot another Air Blade, cutting through the undergrowth and tearing a wide swath in the monster’s side. This one doesn’t stay to fight either. Are these Treefolk cowardly, or am I that scary?

“Alex!”

“It’s Megan!” Gale shouts as the three of us about-face and charge toward the mouse girl and the duo protecting her.

Jonny in his Brenda suit is facing off against a third Pitcher Treefolk. It seems Megan planted three crystal-blood daggers in the monster’s bulk, but they aren’t accomplishing anything. We’re just in time to see the Stone-Ooze-covered man rip through the vines trying to restrain him and throw a heavy rock punch.

The blow sends ripples through the Treefolk’s whole body and caves in part of the pitcher. However, the displaced acid comes spilling out the pitcher’s mouth and all over its assailant.

“Jonny!”

I shoot Air Blade after Air Blade at the wounded Treefolk. My slices sever vines, dice apart the decoy body, and chop the pitcher body into chunks. Another few for good measure and it finally goes still.

Gabby hoses down Jonny and Brenda with Water Magic to wash away all the acid covering them. Thankfully, Brenda had the presence of mind to completely envelop Jonny when they were splashed, letting him escape damage. The Stone Ooze herself, on the other hand…

Jonny is ejected naked onto the forest floor as Brenda stumbles away clutching at herself and moaning. He stands, and I put a restraining hand on his shoulder to stop him from running to her. I can tell something is happening.

Cracks propagate throughout Brenda’s body and a thin layer of glowing green slime bleeds through. She crumples in on herself, pauses, then stands again slowly. She turns to us, changed.

Brenda’s eyes open to reveal luminescent green slime pupils, sclera, and even eyelashes. Her nose and ears glow with inner light like the entrances of a cave hosting a fire. Her nipples and crotch glow slightly as well, though there’s no slime visible at the moment. She opens her mouth to speak, showing green slime lips, teeth, tongue, and uvula.

“I feel strange… better.” The now presumably Green Stone Ooze looks to me like a creature from deep underwater, perhaps green anemones embedded in a hollow rock on the ocean floor. Despite the name, her stoney portions remain grey as slate.

“Green Slime! Green Slime!” Gabby chants, excitedly. She’s happy to add more data to the Book of Monsters. “It almost looks like a cohabitation of two disparate Slime-type elements instead of the usual fusion…”

“Brenda!” Jonny cries as he throws his arms around her shoulders and kisses her soundly. “I worried I’d lost you again.”

She holds her head to steady herself. “Here to stay.”

“What feels better?” I ask, curious. Gabby nods, seconding the question.

Brenda seriously considers before responding. “My human body had all kinds of aches and pains I never noticed until they were gone. My Stone body didn’t have any of that, but it felt kind of stiff? In this body, I feel myself churning inside my stone skin. It’s wild, in a good way.”

I step forward. "We can't dally for long, but I need to update my mark from you. Can we make it a quicky?"

Brenda smiles lasciviously at me. "I don't see why not. I'd like to see what this new body is made of. It's fitting I should use it to repay my savior while servicing my husband?" She turns it into a question as she meets Jonny's eyes.

He returns her gaze with abundant affection, "I'd love nothing more."

Jonny lies on the soft grass with his legs spread. Brenda prowls towards him on her hands and knees while lewdly lolling out her tongue. The glowing green cavern of her mouth and throat gapes for him invitingly before she plunges down onto his crotch.

"Gahhh! Oh, fuck! B-Brenda, that's... Ahn!" The young man squirms and moans beneath the Stone Ooze while she takes him to the root. Her head doesn't move or show signs of activity, but Jonny's intense reaction plainly demonstrates the Green Slime has something incredible going on inside.

Then I approach her from behind. Her stony cheeks spread for me when I pull them apart, revealing the tight green rosebud of her pucker and the exotic anemone-like spread of her labial lips. I can't resist a taste.

Kneeling before the altar of her pussy, I take her fragile flower in my mouth. To my shock, her flavor reminds me of sour apple! It's positively delicious. I lave my tongue across her divot and find it equally succulent. I've often claimed I could spend hours eating out my girls, but I might really commit to that with a cunt this tasty! The soft, slick texture of her luminescent flesh is also fun to play with.

But I can relax with a long oral session in the comfort of my own home. We need to move on soon.

So, I rise to my feet, cock in hand, and align myself with her green tunnel entrance. Pushing inside, I find a whole new world. Brenda’s gooey interior is dexterous with a firm grip. It feels like a dozen tongues and mouths are on me at once with the tightness of a virginal cunt.

“Ahhhn!” My hips start moving on their own, unable to resist the hypnotic draw of her depths.

“Well, I suppose it’s time to put that tongue to work, human,” Gabby says as she squats over the young man’s head, facing me. She doesn’t bother waiting for a response before sitting on his face. Hope you like the taste of Goblin ass, Jonny! It’s an acquired taste for some, but I find the flavor quite addicting.

I survey the scene, appreciating how we have Brenda spitroasted and Jonny reverse-spitroasted. Then I see Megan putting two of Gabby’s Twisted Apprentice rods together end-to-end to make a double-dildo. The Goblin’s eyes go wide as Megan positions it between herself and Gale as they present their posteriors on hands (or wings) and knees atop a Fuzzy Slime carpet.

The magical rods stem from a Twisted Apple Treefolk’s cock that Gabby perverted to her use with blood and magic, even grafting it onto her nether-flesh, forever linking it to herself. Even removed from her body, she continues to feel what it feels. Then she made another one with Plant Growth from the grafted root on her groin. Now both of those dildo/cocks are entering two beautiful pussies simultaneously.

Gabby’s eyes roll up into her head as Gale and Megan’s asses press together, the fully engulfed Twisted dildoes bulging their bellies. Then the bird and mouse start to move.

“Aaahhhnnn!!!” The pleasure-tortured cry comes from Gabby’s throat while the lesbian lovers grunt against one another. It’s all the Goblin girl can do to keep her hips grinding against Jonny’s face.

Then my womb stirs as my tenant exits my tunnel. Olindia manifests herself behind me in her Large Pink Jellyfish Slime dress with tendrils flying left and right. Except, instead of targeting the others, her tentacles focus on me today. Large fleshy pink pseudopods warm from my body heat ram roughly into my pussy and pucker. My feminine channel is well accustomed to this treatment, but my rosebud provides a modicum of resistance before the squishy but firm pink invader shoves inside. 

“Mmm, ah, ahhn!” The sensation of being filled is incredible. I bite my lip and whimper as my nether holes get stretched to the limit.

Heavy breasts squish against my bare shoulders as Olindia whispers in my ear, "Alex, has anyone ever mentioned you make the cutest expressions when taking it in the ass?"

I rock my hips forward and back, feeling my cock slide in and out of Brenda’s blissful pussy while my poor ravaged holes get further stuffed each time I withdraw. I can’t last much longer!

Jonny jerks and bucks as the pleasure becomes too much. He erupts inside Brenda, but the Green Stone Ooze lets not a drop leak. Gabby collapses into a quivering mess atop the young man as apple-flavored splooge explodes from Gale and Megan's pussies simultaneously. The bird and mouse girls moan, twitch, and grind against one another until the spasms subside, collapsing into Flou3’s warm, cushioned Fuzzy embrace.

Brenda thrusts her hips back hard, catching me between a rock and tentacles up my soft places.

The Pink Slime girl hugs me tight, ample bosom flush against my shoulders as she stiffens inside me. The sensational feedback on her tentacles are much like real cocks and she’s able to finish with them alone. Then Olindia reaches around to pinch my nipples and I shoot over the edge to a spectacular climax. I paint the Stone Ooze’s insides with rope after rope of sticky cum even though I’m sure she immediately digests it.

*Green Slime Lover – One Slime Mark!*

*Marks Consolidated!*

*Green Stone Ooze Lover – Two Slime Marks!*

*Slime Marks – Three*

Slime Constitution

Slime Core

Slime Constitution (Jl, Fz, Pk, Lg, Sm, Rd, Gr)

Slime Malleability

Slime Malleability (Jl, Fz, Pk, Lg, Sm, Rd, Gr)

Slime Mutability

Slime Amalgamation

Slime Mutability (Jl, Fz, Pk, Lg, Sm, Rd, Gr)

Slime Hair / Legs / Arms / Stature

(Rd, Pk, St, Gr) Slime Hair / Legs / Arms / Stature

Stone Ooze Body

Green Slime Acid Resistance

Jellyfish Slime Tentacles

Fuzzy Slime Flesh Shaping

Large Slime Stature

Fuzzy Slime Fur

Pink Slime Restoration

Small Swarm Slime Multitasking

Red Slime Blood Magic

Stone Ooze Skin

The way I see it, there are two problems with Stone Ooze Skin. Firstly, I’m afraid of losing tactile sensations. Brenda herself reported feeling ‘stiff.’ Secondly, I can only combine two skin-type body modifications with Slime Amalgamation. That means giving up Photosynthesis and Pitcher Treefolk Vines (because that mark depends on having a plant-type body modification equipped) or Lizardfolk Scales. Both seem like poor trades.

Meanwhile, Green Slime Acid Resistance has a huge appeal in this environment. If I need to dive into a Pitcher Treefolk to save one of my girls, I’ll do it without hesitation! Having to navigate my tummy menu in a situation like we just had where everyone got split up and every second counts would be disastrous.

Slime Mutability allows me to transfer Slime Marks to another mark tree temporarily, but I’ve already selected almost everything good available. Keep my options open or take the clear and ready advantage? There’s having flexibility, and then there’s hoarding. I’m not a hoarder.

*Selected Slime Hair!*

*Selected Green Slime Hair!*

*Selected Green Slime Acid Resistance!*

My hair turns blue and goopy, then green and glowy. I guess green is my color today. Then a tingle spreads throughout my body as an invisible layer of acid resistance settles over me. Always good to have a passive resistance ability.

I’ll probably refund the hair modification tomorrow morning since it appears to be mainly cosmetic. I'm afraid changing my arms, legs, or body to slime would alter my fighting style in dangerously unknown ways. Maybe throwing spears or jumping would suddenly become difficult!

“Ready, Alex?” Gabby says as she polishes her spectacles. I nod.

Gale and Megan have cleaned themselves up, Flou3 is back in fur bikini form on the mouse girl, and Olindia crawled back inside me while I worked. Brenda leans forward and her back opens like the zipper of a wet suit, revealing a landscape of glowing green tentacles within the rocky exterior.

Jonny steps inside her with a little trepidation, more from where her tentacles might probe than any sense of danger. Once he adjusts to the change and can walk straight without an odd hitch to his gait, we move out.