Chapter 151: 132.7 Bonus Chapter! (Cottontail, Megan, Spindle, Kani, Lois R-18)

132.7 Bonus Chapter! (Cottontail, Megan, Spindle, Kani, Lois R-18)

Spoiler

Womb-fucking

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When my head finally clears, I see Megan has freed her arms of webbing and uses my thighs as anchors to pull herself off Spindle’s big arachnid schlong. The Webling’s shaft flops free of Megan’s gaping rear with a wet plop. Then Spindle stumbles back, dazed, with a lewd grin as the mouse girl plants her paws on the ground. Despite being disheveled and covered in semen, the Denki Nezumi appears bright-eyed and fresh, fully reinvigorated from the static electricity resuscitation.

Next, Megan drags Cottontail out of my depths and rolls the bunny girl supine beside me, our chests heaving as we all catch our breaths.

“That was… incredible,” Spindle whispers with awe before coming to herself and finding Kani nearby amid the gaggle of Fuzzy folk. The Webling heads straight for that long, hard mermaid member, determined to find release one way if not the other. “But, if she doesn’t cum soon, she’ll lose what’s left of her mind.”

Megan mounts Cottontail with eyes only for her elder sister. She grabs the bunny’s clitty, positions herself for a cowgirl rodeo, and slides her sibling’s shaft home with a grunt of satisfaction.

The Showbunny’s eyes go round as they focus, regaining her senses to find herself hilted in her little sister. “M-Megan!”

“You’re all mine, now!” Megan croons as her pussy vibrates, performing a blurring fast jackhammer drive that makes Cottontail’s upper torso and legs jackknife in response.

The bunny’s body tenses abruptly, and I can tell she’s cum despite the mere seconds of stimulation because Megan bites her lip in satisfaction and a line of white cream drizzles from her leaking pussy. Is Megan’s technique really that powerful!?!

“I’m going to make you cum for every time you’ve made me feel jealous.” Megan pulses her pussy again, shaking her booty in that super-fast staccato that seems to completely rewrite the rules of a cock’s refractory period through sheer overstimulation. Cottontail’s hips buck involuntarily as another climax wracks the bunny girl, who shoots another incestuous load into her sister’s creamy loins.

“I’ll make you cum for every time you shook that cute butt in my face.” Megan’s cunt quivers and sparks zip and zap between her thighs and Cottontail’s hips as the bunny girl lurches once again like a patient being defibrillated. The mouse girl grabs Cottontail’s hands and places them on her breasts as tiny yellow arcs connect their skin in the moment before contact, and they both moan in pleasure. More cum gushes from Megan’s cunt.

“I’ll make you cum so many times, no one in the Warren will ever doubt you’re mine again—and that I’m yours

.” Another round of jackhammering pussy on the bunny girl’s shaft. Another gasp from Cottontail as the bunny jolts in place, fingers squeezing the mouse girl’s petite breasts, bunny toes scraping the ground in desperation. Megan’s tail wraps possessively around her sister’s fishnet-clad leg, holding it in place. Cottontail is a pitiful, whining, crying mess as spilt cum from Megan’s thirsty snatch pools on the bunny girl’s pelvis, the reservoir of cream nestled in the split crotch of the Showbunny’s black teddy. “I love you, big sis,” Megan says with adoration as she plants a tender kiss of absolute devotion on Cottontail’s flushed lips.

“I love you too, little sis,” Cottontail whispers, her throat hoarse from screaming orgasms, “Always have.” Megan throws her head back in beatific bliss as those words wrench another climax from her small frame before resuming her frantic pussy-thrumming to Cottontail’s agonized delight.

While the two of them make sweet love, I have a job to do.

Sober-Megan from a while ago told me to maximize my Breeder Marks by making sure Chris and Lois are pregnant. I find both in the throng hanging on Kani and Spindle. The Wicked Weaver has mounted the Crab girl’s front, bracing her spider legs on Kani’s large crustaceous claws while positioning her front-facing Webling pussy for penetration. Since her ovipositor can’t cum without me, Spindle is insistent her lady parts be on the receiving end of their next coupling.

Kani, for her part, obliges the domineering Webling by lifting her prehensile mermaid member into alignment and allowing Spindle to drop onto the salty shaft while clutching the crab girl’s armless feminine torso with all four hands. Spindle cries in ecstasy as her cunt is used and abused by the crab girl’s pole, swinging her body along Kani’s length repeatedly while her partner thrusts back in rhythm.

Fuzzy folk watch their third-tiers fuck with proud, patriotic expressions while stimulating one another regardless of sex and gender. Others find their release on the red chitinous blunt protrusions decorating Kani’s toffy hips just above the border between girl and crab halves. I pluck the horny matronly woman from among them, the poor lady clearly desperate for real cock.

“Mrs. Lois? Er, sorry, Miss Lois?” She’s a widow, after all.

The tiny, curvaceous dormouse MILF blinks up at me in surprise. Then her shock melts into an appreciative lewd gaze that takes in my muscles and bounteous bosom. “The last time someone called me Miss was a long time ago, young lady, but I appreciate the consideration. I’d happily let such a gentlewoman have her way with me if this old lady still has any of her charm left.”

She spreads her legs for me in my arms, showing off her fat mons and gaping, mousy muff with her cervix fully visible between the thick, meaty lips of her ruffled labia. In contrast, her small clit is hidden deep within a heavy hood. A trickle of feminine grool falls from her womanhood down my arm in rivulets. This mature woman is ready at a moment’s notice.

“I assume you’re fine with bearing Cottontail’s brood? These are hers,” I say, pointing to the infant mice displayed on my tummy tattoo over my uterus, “And I can pass them along.”

“If I’m already pregnant, I’m sure the baby won’t mind a roommate,” she suggests with a pretty, tittering laugh. Old or not, the MILF still has her charms as far as I’m concerned. Her playful, lewd personality does it for me.

I don’t tell her that’s not how mermaid ovipositors work—the prehensile tip can sense pregnancy hormones and won’t deposit embryos in occupied wombs. Getting pregnant usually requires multiple tries and good timing unless magic is involved, so I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s not. Regardless, she’ll be with child when we’re through one way or another.

Lowering my head while lifting Lois in my arms, I take her gaping cunt in my mouth, sampling all the lingering flavors there. She’s been a busy woman tonight. I taste Cottontail, Orc, Dire Wolf, and Harpy as I thrust my Froglin tongue into her depths.

“Gah-Ahhh!!!” Lois gasps in pleasure as my oral member fills her like nothing else. I force foot after foot of prehensile tongue into her tiny mouse snatch, stuffing her full of my writhing length. Her belly swells before my eyes, roiling as my tongue churns her insides, grabbing every trace of male seed to be replaced with my saliva.

The dormouse’s furry tail loops around my neck for balance as her thighs clamp around my cheeks and her ankles lock around the back of my head. The tendrils of my Green Slime Hair grab her wrists and twine around her heavy, pendulous teardrop breasts, squeezing and fondling them as I work my tongue. She strains against me, not to escape, but simply to feel the strength of the one fucking her. She relishes being taken by a powerful, alien monster like myself.

When I’ve traced every square inch of her insides with my tongue, I withdraw its length in a colossal slurp, filling my mouth with her natural feminine juices and every drop of cream she’d been hoarding. Her pussy lips grab at my oral member, sending decadent ripples of bliss through my being as the sensitive organ relays the silken clutching of her inner walls with crystal clear acuity. I love this thing—thanks, Sue! The Slime Hair is a winner too as I feel up the MILF’s sexy curves with those tentacular limbs.

“Aaahhhnnn!!!” Lois moans as she climaxes during the long unspooling, her gaping tunnel winking at me spastically in the aftermath.

Then I gently wrench her from my face, her mouse claws doing nothing to my Ogre Tough skin as they scrabble for purchase, her tail unable to exert more than gentle pressure on the Ogre Strong muscles of my throat, and throw her roughly on the padded floor. It’s all theatre, I wouldn’t dream of harming my spouses’ mother; the force I use is calculated to seem dominant and powerful without causing so much as a bruise.

Lois lands next to Cottontail laying in the opposite direction, their faces inches apart, allowing Megan and I to exchange a genteel nod of mutual approval as I straddle the dormouse while our partners take one another’s hands. I lay my cock, an amalgamation of Jonny’s nine-inch dick and a mermaid ovipositor, longer and girthier than either, on Lois’s tummy to show her how deep I’ll be penetrating. My tip goes past her bellybutton.

“Take me in front of my daughters you magnificent monster!”

I do just that, aligning myself and thrusting into the MILF’s muff in one go. Lois’s mature sheath has been stretched out more than any mouse I’ve fucked, courtesy of Peter’s Patron dick, and yet she feels snug on my member. It’s a nice combination of tight and loose, if that makes sense, her small frame stretched near the limit by my size without taking her to the brink of breaking.

“Ohhh! Lady Alex, you feel so much better than my husband. You’re hitting all my favorite spots! Not too thick, not too thin, but just right!” Faintly, I hear a seemingly distant voice grumbling in disapproval but muffled as if covered by—for example—a top hat. We ignore it.

Her stomach bulges with my lewd intrusion before we both jolt in surprise as we feel the pop of her cervix giving. My tapered prehensile tip penetrates directly into the chamber of her womb and presses against the far end, the bulge of my member showing almost in her ribcage. That’s not supposed to happen… but it doesn’t feel like I’ve hurt her, and I don’t smell blood.

Lois’s eyes roll back, her spine arches, her tail writhes, and her hand clutches Cottontail’s as she screams in pleasure, “YEEESSS!!!”

I’ve never felt such a tight pinching on my cock—this mouse’s cervix is something else!!! Somehow, I’m able to move, pulling back and thrusting in, hilting myself as my thighs slap against the MILF’s plump bottom. It’s a unique and exquisite sensation.

My swinging tits fall in Lois’s face as we fuck. Struck with inspiration, or perhaps instinctual need, she latches onto my dangling nipple and begins to suck. The former first lady of the Warren drinks deep of my chest even as we climax until her tummy swells with milk.

I don’t last long with my breast being sucked and my tip fucking that absolutely tiny, tight little hole deep inside the mousy mother, her whole channel gripping my length for all she’s worth. Pleasure roils within me until it bursts like a dam. My Paternal Seminal Control works overtime as ropes of cum rush out of me in a creamy tidal wave that stuffs the sexy MILF, causing her belly to bulge further.

*Impregnation Successful – One Male Breeder Mark!*

*Made love to the Dormouse Matron – One Fuzzy Mark!*

My eyes widen in disbelief as they take in the notification, as well as the changes in my partner’s body. Minute wrinkles vanish. Stray gray hairs turn dark and lustrous. Her breasts firm before my eyes even as they swell to larger proportions, becoming larger than her head. They’re like two beautiful, teardrop-shaped water ballons. She’ll have to walk with an arm under them for support from now on! While she doesn’t gain height, staying the same insanely small two and a half feet tall of a mouse, her hips broaden like that of a sex goddess, and her legs thicken to thunder thighs. She’s a true shortstack at this point!

“After all these years… all the children I’ve borne into the world…” Lois says as she looks down at herself, awestruck. She pats her tummy swollen with my seed and Cottontail’s brood even as I withdraw from her womb and emerge from her tunnel alongside a sluice of semen. “How can I ever repay you, Lady Alex?”

I waggle my eyebrows and say, “You can start by bending over and giving me another round with that tasty peach.”

Before Lois can answer an emphatic affirmative, a fluffy bunny girl shoves her aside. “Wait, wait, hold on! Cottontail, Megan, Lois, and that Moka girl all evolved after taking this dick—it’s my turn!” Chrissy insists.

“My memory is a little fuzzy, but didn’t we fuck back when I rescued Cottontail from Peter?”

The angora bunny girl totally ignores my protest and shoves me onto my back with my cock in the air. She doesn’t have even remotely close to the strength required to do that, but I don’t necessarily hate bratty girls who know what they want.

What can I say? I’m an easy lay.