Monster Breeder

“Hello, Alex, is now a bad time?” Ah! It’s Opal! She stands as tall as Dura while rearing high on a long, serpentine tail as thick as her waist. A diaphanous loincloth covers her modesty while teasing glimpses of a humanoid pussy covered in scales. Enormous breasts the size of her head dangle beneath the pink see-through top that shrouds her nipples without concealing an inch of her ruby-red scales.

“Not at all,” I say, flashing her my warmest grin while stepping away from the Harpy trio still hard at work strengthening their affinities. She smiles shyly back at me beneath the transparent veil covering the lower half of her face. Although scales frame her cheeks and trace along her spine and sides, she actually has fewer reptilian features on her humanoid portion compared to her previous Kobold form. After waiting a minute for her to say something while she fidgets awkwardly, it finally clicks for me why she’s here. “Oh!” That she came to find me after succumbing to the lure of a free rimjob has wonderful implications for her advancement, but that leads me down a rabbit hole of questioning how Lamias do their ‘business.’ “Um, where…?”

She follows my gaze as it roves across her body and blushes scarlet before shaking her head violently. “S-some things you don’t ask a lady! It’s embarrassing!” I suppose anal is off the table in this form, then? Oh, well. Opal calms after a few seconds and then continues, “Yes, I’m here because Head-Wife Gabby identified my Fire and Air affinities.”

“You’ve got Fire covered, as far as I know.” Her Draconic heritage must’ve gotten a boost from her having sex with Suka, just like I aimed to accomplish with Monal moments ago. “For Air, though…” I explain what I had the Harpy girls do for their affinities, and Opal swoons at the prospect.

“I p-participated in a sex competition mere hours ago, Alex! What kind of stamina do you think I have???”

Ah, that’s right. She competed with Spindle, Steeltooth, and Jeff the Hobgoblin for the right to lead the Lizardmen and free Sand Goblins. Despite losing, I know she must’ve tried her hardest. The poor Lamia is probably exhausted.

“Actually, I know just the person who can help us with that.” A pair of runners (Diane and Tricia again; do they just hang out within earshot of me now?) fetch a certain Desert Rose Dryad for me.

“Eh? You want me to share my precious cactus water?” Isabella grabs her voluptuous tits through their flower-gown covering possessively. “These are for my darling Suki only! No one else!” She glares at the Lamia and goes on to say, “Besides, isn’t this the hussy that held my Suki down and fucked her brains out without my permission?!?”

“O-oh, my…” Opal blushes beet-red at the (accurate) accusation. Despite being the shy type, this Lamia will apparently use her new dual reptilian rods quite aggressively when given the opportunity. That’s a ride I fully intend to go on myself in due time!

“Now, now, Bel~” I use the Dryad’s pet name and get behind her to firmly knead the woman’s neck, shoulders, and back with all four of my hands—taking care to avoid the sharp cactus spikes on her collar. The prickly cactus girl melts in my grasp as fireworks of red rosebuds blossom across her hair and dress. It’s super effective! She must get tense from lugging those massive melons around everywhere. “Opal is my wife and is bearing me a son—the half-brother of the girl in your belly,” I lower a pair of arms to cup her tummy in my palms to reminder her.

Isabella’s hands lower to cover mine as she tilts her head back to look up at me with the recollection of our previous tryst in her ardent gaze. I implanted her with the spawn she begot upon me, making both of us the child’s ‘mother’ and ‘father’ in equal measure. “…The baby girl you gave Suki and me. I didn’t forget, L-Lexi.”

“Not to mention,” I continue, “Opal is my bride, and both of us are Mated to our beloved Suki~” I can’t help giggling when using the passionate wolf girl’s pet name. “Making you and Opal sisters-in-law.”

I’m not exactly certain about that logic; I’m sure there’s an argument for calling them sister-wives instead, but it finally gets the point across to Isabella.

The Desert Rose Dryad steps away from me while deeply considering my logic. “Sisters-in-law… bearing half-siblings…” She turns to look at the meek Lamia, who startles at the green-skinned woman’s piercing gaze. “You! You… were just relieving my darling Suki’s virile urges while she was away from me. Yes, Suki is a great predator with potent needs, and I’m grateful you were there to take care of her in my absence—as is your duty as one of Suki’s Mate’s brides.”

“Um… you’re welcome?” Opal blinks in relief at being let off the hook after rudely envenomating Suka and filling the wolf girl’s holes with reptilian baby batter.

“Allow me to express my gratitude,” Isabella says as she slips out of her flowery top to expose the luscious green fruits concealed beneath. “Come and taste my offering.”

While Opal approaches the curvy cactus girl to suckle on a sweet pair of mammary melons as Isabella brushes the nursing snake girl’s hair in a rare showing of her dere-dere side, I issue another set of summons.

“This better be good,” Aello says as she lazily flutter-hops over, “You’re cutting into my cute bunny-boy-butt time—oh! I mean, Lady Mayoress, they didn’t say you were the one who needed me!” It must be Diane’s idea of a practical joke not to tell the Harpy Matron why she’s being called and by whom.

“Ahem. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying some cute butts, of course, but I called you here on important business.”

I explain the situation to Aello.

“You want me to subject all of my fluffy-wuffy fledglings to this, this snake-in-the-grass’s lusts?”

That insult is almost literal right now, considering how tightly the Lamia has Isabella in her coils while sucking down cactus water straight from the tap.

“I mean, I always intended this to be totally consensual, but that’s the idea? I’d like Opal to have as many Harpy partners tonight as possible, especially you. As our only current avian Third Tier, you could be the key to unlocking her Air Affinity.”

“Hmm… and what do I get out of this?”

I just frown at her while my right eyelid twitches.

“Uh, well, Alex, of course you could make me… B-but that’s clearly beyond the scope of our original agreement—you’d never force anyone to have sex with someone they don’t want to, right?—so I deserve some compensation. A-and, instead of you going around convincing all my children this is for a good cause, as I’m sure it is, you could let me do the work for you!”

Since when did the lazy Matron grow a spine? She’s right, though. “That’s fair enough. How about this? During the war tomorrow, you can be part of the team playing defense. Afterward, you can take advantage of the services offered by our human Breeders in Home Town.”

Releasing her from having to participate in the battle with the other Third Tier leaders is a significant commitment on my part, which she clearly understands given her jubilant expression. It’s a bit dangerous of me to offer her this, but I can’t discount the importance of leaving some protectors with my classmates. Overall, I feel like this is a balanced arrangement for both of us.

“Right away, Lady Mayoress!”

It looks like I can rely on this hedonistic old bird for once.