Monster Breeder

132.5 Bonus Chapter! (Olindia, R-18)

“Hey, um, Olindia, can I grab you for a sec?”

“W-wha? Oh, hey, Alex. Sure, sure, hang on. Sorry, little guys, but boss lady wants me. No worries, we can pick up where we left off in a bit.”

Saying this, the Jellyfish Slime girl retracts her tentacles from half a dozen Harpy and mouse boy butts and mouths, unwinding them from nubile, flat-chested bodies, and returning several bulging and writhing bellies to sleek smoothness. The young men lay prone or supine, chests heaving, rosebuds winking, as they gasp for air while trying to recover their composure.

“What’s up?”

The woman before me is topless, wearing a skirt-like jellyfish bell with tentacles like strips of fabric coming from the hemline and what looks like a flower hat jelly on her head with dozens of tiny, blue-tipped tendrils sprouting from the surface. Her pink flesh is semi-translucent and eminently squeezable with the properties of both malleable slime and firmer jelly. The outline of her shapely rump is visible beneath the skirt, and her melon-sized tits are on full display. Those heavy, wrecking-ball boobies would wreak havoc on a human woman’s spine, but Olindia’s are tight and springy in addition to being beautiful bouncy bazongas.

It’s no surprise she drew a crowd of cute boys tonight. While no legendary beauty, her cuddlesome prettiness and squishy assets invite curious touches, drawing others in close. Her downturned eyes and ever-present serene smile used to make her look drowsy, but now I sense a sweetness in her. Despite being a bit rough with her playthings, it’s all in good fun for this Pink Slime. Similar to Spindle using BDSM as an outlet, Olindia has her predatory instincts under control, harnessing them in pursuit of her partner’s pleasure. There’s an element of sadism, true, but I get the feeling she’s far happier now than when she used to kill and eat her victims.

“Olindia… how are you?” I try to make it sound natural, but the line comes off stilted and forced.

“Like, what are you getting at, boss?” The Jellyfish Slime girl seems confused, shifting to concerned. The situation disrupts her laid-back attitude. “Something happened, right? Did I fuck up again? What did I fuck up?”

“No, no!” I quickly reassure her. “It’s nothing like that, I swear. I just wanted to talk about how you’re feeling.”

“You wanna talk about… feelings? Is this some armchair psychology shit? I had enough of that when I was human.”

“I’m not,” I start, then abort and try again, “You’re acting differently from when we met—in a good way!—and I wanted to make sure you’re happy. Contented. Check if there are any unresolved issues or buried resentment in our bond. That kind of thing.”

The translucent girl before me raises a sculpted bubblegum eyebrow. “I’d never betray you, Alex. It’s hardwired into my Slime instincts. You’re my girlboss; end of story.”

I facepalm at my utter failure to effectively communicate. “I know that, Olindia. You’ve done everything I asked for without reservation. You deserve all the rewards I promised. I’m not trying to take anything away from you or ensure you stay some mindlessly obedient servant! Sometimes you’re frustrating, or hard to deal with, but everybody is like that once in a while—I still love you, Olindia. Do you… love me?”

Her jaw drops, expression shifting through contradictory emotions before landing on anger. “I. Um, you—no, I mean… Fuck! Alex, did you seriously just drop a bombshell like that on me? How am I supposed to answer that?!? If I don’t say ‘I love you’ back, it makes me look like a fucking asshole. I mean, why the hell would I want to spend all my time literally inside somebody I didn’t have feelings for, right? You’re stupid-lucky you’re so hot, or maybe I wouldn’t have put up with your bullshit and fallen for you.”

“You mean?!?”

“Jeez, Alex, I can’t say it now,” she says, blushing hot pink while refusing to meet my gaze, “It’s come off totally disingenuous and shit.” I throw my arms around the Pink Slime girl and bend forward to bury my face in her bodacious cleavage. They’re yielding and pliable but springy too, making them super entertaining to play with. Her gooey arms come around my head to keep me there. “You’re no fucking fair. Like, nobody’s ever said that crap to me before. How’s a bitch supposed to react?”

I chuckle. “This is fine. I’m starting to get used to you. I wasn’t expecting some profound declaration.”

“Good. I’ve never had a way with words or anything. You’d just be super disappointed.”

Frowning, I shake my head, motorboating her gumdrop breasts as I do so. “Never! I’m happy to hear what you have to say because it’s you, Olindia. You protected me and my girls time and again. You deserve to be heard.”

Silence. I peek up to see her lip trembling and her eyes watery despite the girl’s Slimy composition. “S-shut up, already! You’re, like, making it weird. If that’s all you wanted to freaking say, then I’m going back to fucking boy butts until the break of dawn.”

“Actually, I’ve been unlocking some crazy new abilities in my Breeder tree recently and wanted to talk to you about an option.” I’d say she waits for me to finish with bated breath if the Slime girl had a breath to hold. “It’s called, ‘Create Inorganic Womb Seed.’ I think the name is pretty self-explanatory; though I’m not sure it’ll allow you to get pregnant directly. The version I use on biological males doesn’t come with ovaries…”

That part doesn’t seem to concern her.

“Alex, you’d really trust me with a kid???” For some reason, this is the sticking point for her instead of the fact I’m indirectly propositioning her to bear my spawn.

“As long as you take care of them like you did Megan and Sue, why wouldn’t I?” Not literally, of course, considering she was riding in said girls’ wombs.

*Sniffle*

I didn’t know Slimes could cry, but tears of thin pink fluid run down gelatinous cheeks as her features tighten with heightened emotions. When I raise my head, she meets my mouth with her own in a rough kiss cushioned by pillowy lips. She tastes sweet as homemade cotton candy, a rare delicacy hand-spun during festivals in my Hometown.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Her stretchy Slime tongue invades my mouth in a rush of desperation—ramming against my tonsils. I hold her close with my four arms, reminding her we’ve got time. Then I spring my counterattack. My oral member isn’t a stubby human organ any longer. A long, Froglin tongue twists around hers like snakes making love, following the trail back into Olindia’s mouth where my length bulges her pink cheeks.

Brows knitting together, she withdraws her serpentine tongue from my oral cavern and pulls away to say, “Like, enough pussyfooting around and put a fucking baby in me already, asshole.” Despite the harsh words, the blue-tipped tentacles of her flower jelly hat are locking one by one with the tendrils of my Green Slime hair the way lovers’ fingers intertwine.

I know what she’s trying to say, and I reciprocate after reeling in my tongue. “I love you too, Olindia.”

She falls back with a splat on the ground, pulling me along. I land atop her as she sloshes beneath me like a waterbed before reforming her plush womanly curves. My wings flutter, lifting me effortlessly onto my arms. I place one pair on those magnificent magenta mammaries and use the other set to flip her skirt.

My hasty hands reveal the pink slit of her semi-translucent hairless fat mons. I thumb across her labial folds to find them Slime-slick and soaked in thin feminine grool dripping from that inviting nether hole.

“You can, like, stop buttering me up, already. I’m already spreading my legs for you.”

Looking up, I meet her heavily lidded gaze above a teasing smile. “You say that like you don’t expect me to return the favor,” I reply. Then I pinch her nipples, which deform beneath my fingers like taffy, and insert a digit into her honeypot. I find Olindia’s insides cool to the touch, yielding as gelatin, but with the firmness of an authentic lady-tunnel. The Slime girl knows her pussies.

“Mmmm, ahhn!” Olindia moans at my attentions. At the same time, thick pink tendrils emerge from her skirt to circle around behind me. I knew what I was in for the moment I approached my tentacle slime girl.

With such a lovely, juicy slit before me, my cock—an amalgamation of Jonny’s member and Ariella’s ovipositor combining length, girth, and a prehensile tip—can’t help stiffening. My tip probes her pussy and slides along her valley as I lean forward. I press our chests, tummies, and groins together, sandwiching our breasts while rubbing genitals.

Arching my spine while buzzing my insectoid wings to adjust the weight I’m placing on my gooey lover, two hands bracing her bosom for contact, I glide along the perfect slickness of her body in lazy undulations. My breasts squish into hers, our tremendous titties flopping over one another, nipples tantalizingly brushing each other on each pass, until I smother Olindia’s face with mine. Then I retreat, dragging my boobs down the expanse of her pink flesh while pulling back until my nose is stuffed into her cleavage.

All the while, the length of my dick plunges up and down her marshmallowy mons. Her Slime body’s hairless surface is smoother than a freshly waxed cunt with none of the friction of even stubble to impede our slippery frottage. Olindia’s lower body temperature is refreshing against the blazing heat of my ardor.

Olindia’s pink flesh has a membrane as soft as the skin of a pudding. Her Slime doesn’t rub off onto me on contact; the copious slickness between us comes from her drooling nether hole. The Jellyfish Slime girl’s pseudopods begin probing at my thighs and buttocks as a promise of things to come.

I slide up again to kiss her this time, rolling my hips to grind our yearning crotches together as pressure gradually builds inside my core. When our desire reaches a peak that’s impossible to deny, I lower my hips to align my tip with her entrance and thrust inside, smooth as butter. I’m enveloped in silky, cool gelatin that roils around me hungrily. It feels like I’m being sucked off by a pair of giant lips, the rolling muscles working my length in a patient massage. The sleek and sweet softness of her insides is incredible.

“God Beast damn, Alex,” Olindia says while throwing her head back, showing she feels the same, “I’ll never get over the way you taste in my pussy.” That’s right, as a Slime, she tastes with her whole body, and now I know firsthand the delicious flavor of a Human (even a former human like myself). All her holes have an oral component in addition to their other attributes. Shivering with pleasure, I withdraw to the last inch of my rod before slamming in again. She moans, as I hilt myself inside her and says with a lewd grin, “Mmm, we’re just getting started.”

Those Slime tentacles growing from my supine lover now entangle my legs and pull them wide, spreading my ass, revealing my tight pucker and gaping pussy to any passersby. My loins twitch in anticipation as bulbous tendrils prod at my eager honeypot and rosebud. My four hands clutch at her ample curves, the swell of her hips, and two luscious breasts as the Jellyfish Slime arches her spine while returning my love with twin phalluses slamming into my nethers.

“Ahhhn!” My voice rises to the canopy of the pavilion as powerful sensations rock my world.

“Ahh, that’s the stuff,” Olindia says with a sigh, her face contorted in a cross-eyed ahegao expression.

My pussy aches with radiant warmth that permeates my being, the sensations double and triple as Olindia’s appendage begins moving in and out of my plundered holes. My ass is stuffed with hot honey that twists and writhes in my gut, rich and decadent. The backdoor sphincter between my cheeks pinches and clutches at the self-lubricating Slime tendril that slides through my fleshy aperture with the greatest of ease. I feel the long rope of a pink tentacle unspool from my innards before worming back inside me, my anus seeming to slurp it up like a noodle.

I try moving my hips to start fucking Olindia properly, but that’s when she surprises me with more gentle prodding at my lower half. “What the…? Oh, fuck.”

Two more tendrils pry at the supple flesh of my feminine entrance, already overflowing with a mixture of love juice and slime before they squeeze inside. I was filled before, but now I’m approaching my limit. My inner walls contract around these invaders, making Olindia’s dopey smile widen as I gasp and moan.

Then another pair of tentacles makes my eyes widen in panic. “Olindia, don’t you d—!!!”

With so many phalluses in my nethers, I wouldn’t have thought I had room for more. She proves me wrong as both tendrils dive through the ring of my anal sphincter. This is past my limit. I didn’t know I could stretch this far. Between all six shafts down there, the total girth is even greater than the Wolf Lord. I can’t imagine how lewdly wide my holes are gaping. Since the slime is basically translucent, it feels like everyone is looking straight into the depths of my gut. I’m a little embarrassed for the first time in a long while—how can I be used to having my innermost flesh on open display?

If it wasn’t slime, the friction might have torn something, but all the experience and training I’ve undertaken is paying dividends as everything moves at once. The tendrils in my butt plunge in while the tentacles in my pussy withdraw before pushing inward again, then alternating. I’m churned like butter as my belly bulges with the insane insertion going deep into my intestines. Then I’m turned inside-out as Olindia withdraws meters of cocklike limbs from my bowels while stuffing my poor abused cunt with so much Slime the members curl and twist inside me like a pot of pasta.

Every erogenous zone in my nethers, my g-spot, a-spot, p-spot, and a dozen other spots I didn’t know existed all get smashed simultaneously in a fireworks display of mental explosions.

My eyes roll up into my head and I drool unconsciously while all my multitasking focuses are consumed by the conflicting sensations of being turned into a tentacle-monster’s fuck-toy. I open my mouth to scream, grunt, or moan—I have no idea—and another phallic shaft shoves into my throat. My muscles spasm. Shivers run through the invading tendrils as my body involuntarily tries to expel the trespassers, causing them increased pleasure by clamping down.

“Now we’re really screwing, Alex!” Olindia glances down at my struggling expression and considers a moment. “Oh, sorry!” After the odd apology, the Pink Slime girl plunges an arm into her own torso, slipping the appendage through the semipermeable membrane of her ‘skin’ like an amoeba swallowing prey. She reaches inside herself to find my twitching, agonizingly erect rod.

I’ve left my phallus on its lonesome while being too overwhelmed to budge an inch. Her fingers close around the chamber of her pussy and start pumping it on my cock like an ancient fleshlight. “It’s, like, rude not to give a reach-around when you’re balls-deep in your best bud. Not that I have balls, lol.”

The additional sensation is too much. I fade in and out of consciousness in a sea of climactic pleasure as I ride waves of churning bliss. My tummy must look like a balloon full of snakes.

My hands kneed her massive breasts while I smother my face between them, titty-fucking her tatas with the tentacle in my mouth in the process as I flail about trying to find a place I can compose myself. My second pair of hands clutch her waist for balance as the world spins. I look up again to see Olindia is faring no better.

The Jellyfish Slime girl is an absolute erotic wreck. She doesn’t need to breathe, but she’s gulping air as her fragile mind falls back on human instincts. She arches her spine beneath me to find more stimulation despite already careening headlong into a series of powerful earthshaking orgasms. The pink Core in her chest is pulsing madly like a beating heart.

An intense shockwave blasts through my awareness as a male climax goes off on top of my roiling female multi-gasm. Somehow, I manage the correct menu inputs as my rod spews my essence into Olindia’s depths.

*Selected Create Inorganic Womb Seed!*

Not limited by the restraint I use with women of flesh and blood, I pump Olindia full of gallons of cream with my Paternal Seminal Production mark. Her body swells beneath me as I shoot jet after jet of spunk until her core is swimming in my fluids. In turn, her tentacle tips burst with slime inside me, bloating my innards with pink jelly that comes spewing out my ass and pussy.

*Impregnation Successful – One Male Breeder Mark!*

We lay there together, our genitals interlocked, until the fluids inside me gradually leak out and Olindia’s core begins to absorb my cum. I stir, groaning as my butt ejects the Jellyfish tentacles one by one with a gush of liquid bubblegum. The Slime girl beneath me regains use of her faculties and seems to look inward.

“It’s a girl,” she says in awe. Indeed, her core (our view of it cleared of my cloudy essence) is now marked by my symbol and the face of a sleeping young lady. “A human girl.”

The small face is a complex blend of my and Olindia’s features. It’s hard to tell the color of her skin considering there’s a pink filter of translucent slime obscuring my view. I anticipated but hadn’t fully expected our offspring to be human despite having Jonny’s cock equipped—I had little reason to believe Olindia would be fertile after re-gifting her an artificial womb. And yet, here we are, sans magical ovaries.

The stranger thing to note is that there’s no visible place for the embryo to be. Is it her core itself? I suppose my mermaid ovipositor wouldn’t have been able to penetrate the magical crystal, so my normal method of gaming the system is useless. I wonder if the baby will grow inside the core like an egg or split off to develop in a chamber inside her belly? Whatever the case, we’ll learn as we go.

“I’m glad,” I simply state.

“Really?” Olindia looks at me with a vulnerable, totally open stare. Her down-slanted eyes fill with a fresh round of tears.

I lower my head to hers and kiss my Pink Slime lover. It’s a tender touching of lips, unlike our previous steamy affairs. It’s a connection of two partners starting a journey together; a show of commitment to face whatever comes.

“It’s true what they say, you know,” Olindia whispers when our lips finally part.

“What’s that?”

“Being pregnant makes you horny,” the Jellyfish Slime girl says as she flips us over and starts round two.