Chapter 37: 37. The Warren Part 2 (R-18)

37. The Warren Part 2 (R-18)

“Do any of you know Flou? Auburn hair, about yay high, incredibly cute?”

The black bunny boy’s ear twitches toward me as he leads the way. “You just described, like, thirty bunnies in the Warren.”

“First Cottontail, then Flou. Nothing special about either cousin…” the fluffy bunny girl pouts.

Please, try to act a bit cuter so I can enjoy the orgy? Let me have this!

“Oh, shit,” the bigear mouse girl says, “I heard she went missing after the Incursion this morning. If she’s not back yet…”

“She’s probably dead,” the fluffy bunny girl announces without fanfare.

“Don’t say that, Chrissy! It’s bad luck!” the bigear mouse girl hisses as if keeping their voices down will cancel out the previous insensitive statement.

“People live until they die, Bonnie, that’s how it goes,” the black bunny boy adds.

“Not you too, Stewie?” the bigear mouse girl groans.

I have to hit pause on the conversation to address this.

“Your name is Stew?”

“Yeah, so what? It’s just a name.”

“Says the bunny named ‘Stew.’” He shrugs off my comment. “What about a mouse with yellow-blond hair, emerald eyes, and steel grey fur? Are there another thirty mice who look like that?”

“No,” Chris(sy?) says with a huff. “That’s Megan.” Megan, huh? Noted. “She happens to be Cottontail’s full-blood sister.”

“Really?” I say, trying and failing to tamp down the excitement in my voice. It takes everything I have not to start fantasizing about having the two sisters at once in a steamy setting. I have her scent, so I’ll be able to recognize her even with my greyscale vision.

“She hasn’t come back yet, either,” Bonnie says, pouring metaphorical cold water on my mood.

Well, I have Flou, so being ‘missing’ isn’t the death sentence they claim.

“What’s with your names? I get Cottontail and Flou if they’re cousins, but the rest of you…?”

“Peter gets sick of traditional Fuzzy names every once in a while and switches to human names,” Stew says.

I frown. “Who is this ‘Peter’ guy naming everybody?”

“Don’t worry,” Bonny reaches up to put a comforting hand on my elbow. “We’ll keep you so far away from him it’s like he doesn’t even exist!”

Hmm, that’s not suspicious at all.

“Winding back to the previous topic, how are Megan and Cottontail siblings? They’re a mouse and a bunny?”

Bonny gives me the pitying look one reserves for a simpleton while the bunnies wait in pandering silence.

Wait, shit. “Right, better question, what makes Fuzzies evolve into different things?”

“Mice are quiet and introverted,” Bonney explains, now I’ve asked something sensible.

“And bunnies like to fuuuck!” Chris the fluffy bunny girl says.

“…Mice like fucking too,” the bigear mouse girl mumbles under her breath.

We hit an intersection. The architecture isn’t anything to get excited about. It’s all soft dirt, which is fine to walk on, but I prefer having clean feet. I look to my right.

“That way is the southern nursery,” Stew says.

I point the opposite way. “What’s in this direction?”

“The hub. It’s where—”

“—All the Warren’s branches under Fuzzy Field meet at the hub,” Chris interrupts Bonny’s explanation, probably to hide something from me. The mouse girl gets the hint and doesn’t object to whatever deception is going on.

“And this path takes us to where the orgies happen?” I ask hopefully.

“Exactly,” Stew replies. “Though the southern breeding chamber is the smallest of the four.”

“It’s kind of a misnomer, calling it a ‘breeding’ chamber,” Bonny pipes up as we walk.

Chris nods. “Totally ironic, now. It hasn’t been used for anything but gay sex in years. Great place for casual hookups; nobody whines about ‘perpetuating the species.’”

“Just good, clean homosexuality,” Stew agrees. “Perfect place to hide from Peter.”

“I’ve seen him fuck plenty of boys, though?” Bonny can’t help interjecting.

Stew shrugs. “Sure, but you can’t say his preference isn’t fucking obviously pussy.”

Nobody disagrees, and it’s a quiet walk the rest of the way.

The three of us enter the southern ‘breeding’ chamber, which is at least living up to its name. The sounds of pounding genitals and slapping flesh echo through the tunnels long before anything enters my greyscale Mermaid Sight.

A bunny girl and a mouse girl are tribbing in the corner. Two mouse boys are doing a quiet sixty-nine nearby. Front and center, one bunny boy is relentlessly pounding another’s ass in prone bone position.

“Hurry up, I want my turn,” the bunny on the bottom says to his top.

“The longer turn I get, the longer you can have,” the top says to the bottom.

Nice, four mice, and five bunnies. This’ll be a good-sized orgy!

The atmosphere changes the moment I enter the room. My human scent permeates the underground chamber (which already has a permanently entrained pungent sex smell) within a minute.

“Human?”

“Do you smell human?”

The mice boys decouple to peer around, finding me quickly despite having to squint. “It is a human!”

“Where?” the bunny top says as he withdraws from his partner’s ass and sprints over.

“Hey! What about my turn?” the bottom bunny fusses.

The six Fuzzy-type monsters dash over to me as we enter, their previous trysts forgotten in the excitement. They all invade my personal space to sniff at me, though there’s no touching, yet.

“How did you catch a human?”

“Is she free to share?”

“Isn’t she small for an adult human?”

“Why does she have a cock?”

“Does Peter know?”

Stew fields the questions. “None of that matters except we’re keeping her a secret.”

Everyone talks at once.

“Smart!”

“Great idea! I’ve gotta tell sissy about this!”

“Yeah, Peter would ruin her.”

I decide to interject.

“I’m happy and eager to play with everyone, but can somebody please let Cottontail know I’m here? I came to look for him.” Now I think about it, I’m a little surprised she wasn’t waiting near the entrance she showed me. On the other hand, why would she wait all day in a tunnel for me when I’m sure she has other stuff to do?

“Sure!”

“Yep!”

“Will do!”

The agreement is unanimous.

“Then let’s get this party started,” I say, grinning to myself as I grab Chris the fluffy bunny girl. She’s powerless to resist as I push her onto her knees.

Yes, I still have Orc Strength equipped! Like Wolf Rush, I don’t need to keep the body modification once I have the desired mark. There’s still the purely physical difference in leverage from comparing Goblin Stature to Orc Stature, but it’s like I’ve retained that body’s power.

No one objects or reacts with fear, and Chris shuts up when I shove my cock in her face. She eagerly opens her mouth to accept my tip. Then I’m grabbing her fluffy ears and pulling her head onto my shaft. I feel her hot, slick throat around my length and sigh in satisfaction as she gags. A few thrusts later, I’m fully coated in saliva. I pull a coughing Chris off me, already knowing who I want first.

“Cottontail and Flou both performed much better,” I inform her in retaliation for her earlier comment.

She hacks and splutters as I grab Stew by the wrist, yank him to the floor, turn him about, and spread his legs. His ass isn’t anywhere near as juicy as Cottontail’s, but this is an orgy—quantity over quality is the name of the game.

I slap his dark-skinned butt, spread the cheeks beneath his chocolate powderpuff, and align myself with his pucker. Shoving forward, I penetrate his not-so-secret entrance.

“Fuck, this human is enormous!” Stew gasps as I take him from behind.

Four cocks spring to life around me, their mouse and bunny owners fapping as they watch or listen to me plowing their friend. I slap Stew’s ass again and order him, “Work those hips, my hands are busy.”

The black bunny boy obediently shakes his hips on my rod. Apparently, everyone is too excited about having sex with a human to care who’s actually getting fucked.

With my arms free, I motion the cock-owners closer. “Bring those pricks over here.”

My admirers happily step forward. I grab the first, the bunny boy bottom, and bring his pecker to my mouth. I lick him from balls to tip, then suck him off.

“Oh, she picked me first!” he exclaims as if it were some award.

I’m just getting him wet for the next part. Releasing one bunny cock, I grab a mouse dick (the smallest monster cock I’ve ever seen) and suckle away as I start pumping the previous bunny boy rod. The mice were sixty-nining, so all I taste is spit on this dick. I chose the bottom bunny first because I assumed his dick was clean.

The bunny boy top circles around behind me, but I’m wary of him. I target his rod with a blast of Water Magic to wipe him down. “Lube him up, first,” I command the masturbating females.

“Okay,” the bunny girl says while gripping his cock and rubbing him with her pussy juice-slick hand.

Meanwhile, I’ve started sucking the second mouse dick while pumping the first with my free hand. I’ve got a cock in each hand and one in my mouth! Then the bunny boy top sidles up behind me with his lubricated rod and slips into my ass. He definitely has a one-track mind.

Normally, I’d have more fanfare around anal sex, but I’m in orgy-mindset. I might not see them again, so let’s get as many cocks in as many holes as possible!

My head bobs, my hands pump, Stew slams his butt on my crotch, and the bunny behind me humps my ass like a champ. The mouse dick in my mouth blows first, a compliment as far as I’m concerned. His load is salty, sticky, and the wad of it spilling onto my tongue makes me hornier for more.

The two in my hands are next to pop off, showering me in semen. That frees me to grip Stew’s hips and start really pounding away. He goes limp in my grip as I hammer him into the dirt. He moans and groans while taking my huge thing. His hot bowels spasm and contract around me as his prick shoots a load onto the dirt.

The bunny humping my ass is next, creaming my backdoor after working himself up on that other bunny’s bottom. I surrender to the pleasure of fucking a warm hole and release a ton of cum in Stew’s ass.

Bonny pulls the black bunny off my rod while my shaft is still twitching. At the same time, the other bunny girl shoves the guy stuck in my ass aside. I’m pushed down and surrounded by pussies next.

The two mouse girls snatch my cream-covered rod for themselves. They start tribbing above my cock, then squat while humping and frotting their pussies against my length while hugging and kissing one another.

Chris and the other bunny girl hold my hands to their cunts. I start fingering them rapid-fire, eliciting many cute little grunts from both girls.

One of the mouse boys straddles my face and drops his balls in my mouth. They’re small and hairless, so it’s like playing with boiled quail eggs in my mouth. It’s kind of fun, so I don’t object. His tail toys with my breasts, wrapping around one and squeezing.

The mouse girls grinding on my shaft double their speed as they embrace each other tightly, forming an onahole with their bodies. My hips buck, and I thrust my cock between them. The bunnies on my fingers scream as I thumb their clits and rub their g-spots until their juices shower my hands and arms. The mice climax next, squirting my front and dick with more fluids.

I grab the mouse boy off my face and place his pucker on my tip, shoving bunnies and mice aside to get him there. Then I impale him on my shaft like hors d’oeuvres on a cocktail skewer.

“Aaahhhnnn!!!”

He’s the smallest monster I’ve ever fucked with this cock. My shaft is clearly visible as a huge bulge in his stomach. The tightness is incredible. Yet, I manage to lift him and slam him down again. His cock starts leaking cum with each stroke as I continually pummel the little mouse’s ass-pussy.

Bonny the bigear mouse girl sits on my face this time. She grinds her butt and cunt on my nose and mouth while I extend my tongue to better stimulate her. I’ve decided she’s my favorite of the Fuzzy monsters I’ve met today, so I’m not stingy with my oral efforts.

Without any need to delay my orgasm, I fuck the mouse boy full-force until I explode inside him. His belly inflates as I deposit a bucket’s worth of cream in the mouse boy’s depths.

Then I feel a new mark appearing on my tummy tattoo.

“I didn’t know humans could cum so much,” Chris says as she drags the mouse boy off my schlong, his leaking ass leaving a thick cum trail.

I feel the fluffy bunny girl preparing to take my length and lift Bonny off my face to maneuver her into position instead. While my view is unobstructed, I check my tattoo.

*Mouse Fucker – One Fuzzy Mark!*

That’s super generic, right? I guess that makes sense without much of a personal connection.

“Sorry, Chrissy. I guess I’m next,” the bigear mouse girl says with a shrug. I stick a finger in Bonny’s cunt to make sure my dick goes in the right hole. No pulling a fast-one on me! “Mmm, that’s nice.”

Bonny slowly works her pucker onto my cum-slick tip and starts working her way down my length slowly. I have Bunny Stamina to keep myself hard, and I like her well enough, so I have no issue with allowing her to take me at her pace.

“Whatever. I’ll take the human’s mouth next,” Chris says as she approaches my head.

Before the fluffy bunny reaches me, the other bunny girl sits on my face first like a game of musical chairs. Chris harumphs and pouts as she’s left out.

I’m not totally heartless, especially in an orgy, so I raise my right hand. Chris settles for my digits, but I have her take a new position. I make the fluffy bunny girl get on all fours with her ass to me before I’ll properly pleasure her pussy.

A mouse boy takes this as an invitation to mount Chris’s ass and plunge himself inside. At the same time, I feel the footsteps of two bunny boys approaching the girls on me. Bonny and the bunny girl sitting on my face start giving the boys blowjobs. Then the mouse girls from before claim my left hand as their new tribbing aid after slipping my fingers from Bonny’s cunt.

Now, this is an orgy!

Bonny grinds on my crotch with my cock showing as a bulge in her stomach while feverishly masturbating her cooch and clit with both hands. After cumming several times, I’m content to simply let my cock be used as a dildo while a pretty girl fingers herself atop me.

Being the center of a big orgy like this is an exotic new experience for me. It’s different from the three and foursomes I’ve had where I know or even love everyone involved. It seems both more and less exciting in certain ways. I recall myths of ancient demons called ‘STD’s’ being a problem, but I heard they were incapable of crossing between species and died out long ago.

Still, I’m happy to be fulfilling a lifelong fantasy of being captured by horny, sexy monsters. I wonder how many monster butts I can cum in before I get bored?