Monster Breeder

*Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling!*

The Wicked Weaver releases me. "There's that thrice-cursed alarm spoiling Spindle’s chances of satisfying her sweet tooth again. Oh, well. Anticipation is a subtle but savory spice. She can only hope Alex will deign to give her release tonight. Or perhaps Spindle should remind Alex that denial is all part of the fun as well. The possibilities are endless!”

The two of us go off in the direction indicated by the alarm to find the latest intruder.

“Miss Spindle, if I may be direct, why do you want to have sex with me? I understand things get heated at night with Alex around, but I didn’t think that extended to during the day.”

The Webling leers at me with a lewd expression. “Is it so hard to believe she’s attracted to you? Hunting prey is Spindle’s favorite hobby, catch-and-release, of course. Precious little soft things are so much fun to play with. But there’s nothing more satisfying than seducing a monster more powerful than herself. Alex, the Ogress, the Cinderwolf, and even Miss Goblin to an extent. The ‘thrill of the hunt,’ as they say. Someone like you checks all of Spindle’s boxes in the most delightful ways.”

I hardly know what to think about that, but I can feel my bunny ears burning for minutes.

We wait within the perimeter of where Spindle has her traps laid out. Soon we see something large and bulky parting the tall grass headed toward us. The first thing I notice is its hard shell covered in spikes. It's as wide as a Centaur's lower half! Then I see two great claws like massive scissors. Its mouth and back are covered in frothy foam like a rabid animal. This monster is absolutely terrifying!

What are my tri-colored balls supposed to do against something like this?

"A tough opponent for the Warren Mistress and her maid," Spindle says while eying the cutting edge of the claws and thick armor. There doesn’t appear to be any weak point we can target…

The giant enemy crab halts before us and a woman's voice emanates from the bestial form. "Peace. I'm not here to hunt on the surface. I only wish to deliver a message. Have either of you seen a human with belly tattoos, by chance?"

Spindle and I look at each other with put-upon expressions.

""Alex,"" we say in unison.

The crab perks up from guarded to interested, her eyestalks rising into the air like surprised eyebrows. "You've seen her?"

"Did she have anyone with her? Perhaps a Goblin?" Spindle asks.

"An especially curvy Gobliness with spectacles?" comes the reply.

"Gabby!" I happily confirm.

"Now that each has confirmed they know of whom the other speaks," Spindle continues, "What message do you have for Alex?"

"I've been instructed to give it to none other. I must see her myself."

That's a problem since Alex isn't here. I feel uncomfortable leaving a terrifying giant crab outside the Hut to wait, though. I’m supposed to protect the bunnies and mice of the New Warren from predators like this.

"Alex is gone but will return soon," Spindle says, almost flippant with the information.

"Then I shall wait."

The Webling gestures back at the Hut. "Perhaps you'd prefer to wait with us? We could offer you shade, water, and prey for as long as you'd like."

Eh?

"This is acceptable."

The giant crab proceeds to follow us back home. I whisper to the Wicked Weaver, "What are you doing?"

"Let Spindle do the talking. You don't look like a clan leader, so use that to your advantage. A predator traditionally offers the use of their subordinates to a powerful guest rather than give service themselves.” Then she switches from whispering to me to addressing our crab ‘guest,’ “Alex frowns upon hunting monsters, so I’ll have to ask you not to eat any of my Fuzzy folk, but they’ll happily do anything you request.”

“That’s fine,” the giant crab says. “I didn’t come here to sample local cuisine. Yes, Alex is a curious human. I recall this.”

The three of us arrive at one of Spindle’s open-air pavilions. The Webling and I settle on a bed of purple cushions I have no idea when she had time to conjure. Meanwhile, the giant crab parks in front of us. She’s been surprisingly amenable so far.

Bunnies and mice are attracted by the nonviolent visitor in our company. After seeing Spindle, Gabby, the Harpies, and Brenda, they’re not as fearful as usual. The Webling spots Bonny nearby and waves her down. “Small one, gather up some volunteers to show our guest a good time.” The bigear mouse girl nods and darts away. “So, Miss Alex’s acquaintance, how do you prefer to be addressed? And would you like that water?”

Despite her obvious aquatic nature, the giant crab waves her eyestalks in a ‘no,’ “You may call me Kani, but I won’t take surface water. All I’ve drunk since leaving the ocean has tasted empty. It does little for me. The Grotto is fine, but the forest stream is full of lies.”

Isn’t that brackish water versus fresh?

It didn’t take long for Bonny to round up some Fuzzy folk willing to walk on the wild side. The bigear mouse girl, Chrissy the fluffy bunny girl, and a mouse boy approach Kani with restrained eagerness. “You may touch me,” the giant crab tells them while cautiously everting her fragile humanoid torso from the crustacean body’s head as it splits open like a fleshy flower.

She has a smooth and attractive feminine body from the hips up with chocolatey skin. Red chitinous bumps appear periodically along her hip bones and collar. Her vulva is front-facing for ease of access. Sudsy bubbles cling to her skin and cover her naughty bits.

I note how her shoulders naturally flow into her torso without any arms to speak of. Her breasts are sporty, her hair black and wild. She’s a breathtaking sight for any land dweller.

Bonny, Chrissy, and the other Fuzzy folk seem eager to attend to the crab woman once they get a look. More pour in by the minute to investigate the growing commotion. Hands rub Kani’s tummy, probe and stroke her sex, massage her breasts, and a bunny’s bosom presses against her sudsy shoulders. The dark skin of Kani’s face flushes from the excitement. She’s so cute, I’m blushing too!

“What is your relationship to Alex, Miss Kani?” Spindle asks as if unaware of the gathering mini-orgy.

The crab girl refocuses eyes glazed with lust to give a dry reply, “I’m bearing her and my Lady’s daughter.” Then she looks at me with a tempestuous gaze. “I want the prettily dressed one.”

“Eh?”

“Of course, Miss Kani!” Spindle quickly agrees while daring me to object with her eight-eyed glare.

“Y-yes, o-of course.”

Standing from the pillows, I start forward, but she stops me. “Strip.”

Hesitant, with heat rising in my ears, I slowly go about removing my outfit. First, I remove my black tailcoat in the most sensual way my trembling hands can manage, leaving it pooled on the floor of the pavilion. Then I unbutton my white top until my breasts are all but revealed. Seeing the hungry look Kani is giving the bulge in my bottoms, my fingers find a hidden zipper that detaches the lower half of my teddy, leaving my clitty and jewel purse cradled by nothing more than my fishnet pantyhose. My hand touches the brim of my top hat…

“T-that’s enough,” Kani says breathily. “You can leave the hat on. And the rest, I suppose. Turn around.” I turn in place, lingering as I face away from her, and lean forward slightly while twitching my cottontail. When I finish my rotation, I see a line of drool running from the corner of her mouth. “Come here.”

I obey, trying to sway my hips as I stride towards her. When I’m in reach, she sweeps one enormous claw under my seat to lift me into the air. Her eyes devour me from head to bunny toe.

Kani brings me in close and buries her face in my bosom. She rubs her cheeks and nose in my modest cleavage and fishes for my nipples inside the white top. When she finds one, she sucks it into her mouth while pulling the boob free of its cotton cage to flop atop my red underbust corset. She continues to lick and tease my breasts, sending ripples of pleasure through me. I’ve never had a woman worship my chest like this!

Checking over my shoulder to see what Spindle is up to, I find the Wicked Webling is masturbating with all four hands while watching us. ‘You’re no help!’ I mouth at her. She seems positively giddy with this outcome.

Kani regains my attention by lifting me higher with her crab claw to put my package square in front of her face. The crab maiden hooks the fishnet in her teeth and tears my clitty and jewel purse free all of restraint. I know the fabric of my outfit can withstand greater punishment in battle, but I can’t seem to resist when a cute girl tries to tear it apart to get at me!

She inhales my clitty and balls into her mouth, swirling her tongue around and around all my sensitive areas. Kani cradles my testis on her tongue, peels back my foreskin, and suckles my shaft. Her mouth fills with sudsy bubbles that coat my every surface and tickle me. She’s soft and beautiful and when she looks up at me with a ravenous expression, my clitty and marbles stuffing her cheeks, I lose it.

“Mmmmm,” she hums around my twitching member, bringing me to completion.

“Aaahhhn!”

Pleasure crashes like a wave inside me as I grab her black hair to steady myself. My seed spurts into her starving maw and gushes into her throat. I feel her throat constrict as she gulps my essence down. Sighing with contentment, I recline back onto her claw.

Kani pulls away with a slurp as she greedily catches every ounce of me and swallows. “Mmm, salty.” She raises her eyes to Spindle, who long since finished and regained her proper poise. “Bring me males; seed refreshes me.” I move to slide to the floor while she’s distracted, but she freezes me with a powerful thirst in her eyes. “You’re not going anywhere, pretty girl.”

“Eep!”

She readjusts her claw’s position to bring my crotch next to hers. Her pussy and my jewels are practically kissing. Then a long, slender Mermaid ovipositor everts from her slit before my eyes to flop onto my pelvis, showcasing the difference in length and size between us as her member dwarfs my clitty. I’m startled to learn her nether appendage is prehensile when the sudsy-slick pole proceeds to coil around my purse and shaft.

“I need someone to occupy me till Alex returns, and you’re the cutest land dweller I’ve met since she and that Gobbo-, I mean, since Gabby came to my Grotto. I’m going to find all sorts of ways to milk more of that salty delicacy you’ve got stored in this little sack.”

“Ahhn!”

Kani’s prehensile ovipositor begins to move, sliding and frotting against my clitty and jewel purse in delightful slippery ways, instantly returning me to hardness. Then she leans down while hugging me tight against her bubbly-slick torso with that giant claw. What’s left of my outfit gets soaked with her crab foam. Our members are trapped between our tummies, both bellies full of Alex’s progeny, my face shoved between her boobs, and Kani undulates her body against mine. The slow, erotic grind of our stomachs and shafts creates a growing pleasure that builds pressure inside me with every second she rubs her silky-smooth brown skin on my crotch and breasts.

“Mmm!” she moans as her ovipositor squeezes me, tightening around my purse and clitty enough to make me cry out as well.

“Aaahhhnnn!”

My hips can’t help bucking and thrusting my clitty into the softness of her tummy. My jewel purse convulses as another wave of bliss overwhelms me to come shooting out my tip. I feel my hot cream spill into the space between us.

Then she untangles her ovipositor from my nethers and lifts my crotch to her face so she can lap another serving of salty goodness from my belly. She licks her lips as she savors my flavor.

“So thirsty…” Kani mumbles as she lowers me again. This time, her shaft is stiff, hard, and throbbing with need. The prehensile phallus slips under my sack to find my special pleasure hole already soaked with sweet natural lubricant in anticipation. My body wants her inside me so badly. 

“Give me more seed!” 

She answers my unspoken wish with a thrust that plunges her length fully into my depths.

The crab girl proceeds to fuck the cream out of me, and I have no choice but to give her what we both want.