Monster Breeder

While the Fuzzy folk have been digging, Spindle has been spinning. There are several open pavilions made of sooty glowing silk surrounding the Hut. I don’t know where she finds the time to make all these Dark Magic constructs. Even more impressive to consider is the fact it’s all done with woven magical textiles. 

One of the pavilions is stranger than the rest; it’s covered in purple curtains from all sides to prevent prying eyes from seeing inside and muffle any sound from leaking out. There’s a quilted sign on the front that says:

The Parlour

(Private Relaxation Hall)

→ Entrance →

Hmm.

I peek around to see several more signs. Mouse… Bunny… Mouse… Bunny… etc., with ‘Do Not Disturb’ written on a separate flippable sign attached to each individual stall’s curtain. Instead of proceeding to one of the entrances, I head in the opposite direction, lift a wall flap, and step inside. “I thought I’d find you in here.”

Spindle stops eating pussy long enough to act surprised upon seeing me. “Why, hello Mistress Cottontail! Fancy meeting you here. Did you not see the entrance sign? You may have to wait your turn, as Spindle is quite busy, but she’ll always make time for her dear Headbunny~”

I ignore the question to pose my own. “What is… all this?”

The curtained pavilion interior is lit only by glowing motes of dark magic caught in woven nets like torches and a few stray cracks of daylight. One wall has openings for ‘guests.’ The holes are sized for either mouse or bunnies to stick their butts through. Some must be squatting face-down on a bench on the other side, while others are lying on their backs with their feet poking through separate holes in the wall. All holes are occupied except one curtained closed from the other side.

The Wicked Webling is in her element, hanging from the wall, using all four arms to give handjobs or fingerbang as many cunts as possible. Her glowing purple ovipositor is buried in some bunny boy’s asshole and her face is wet with pussy juice.

“Spindle made a reverse glory hole wall to help the Fuzzy folk relax. The migration, Peter’s betrayal, and a hard day’s work must have worn them thin. Spindle didn’t need to advertise or campaign to convince anyone. She simply provided a dark room and a soft place to stick their bums. This is practically therapy.”

The one unoccupied hole’s curtain slides aside as a mouse boy sticks his ass and tail through, then puts his feet through the stirrup holes while patiently waiting his turn. I can't believe there are so many adventurous Fuzzy folk willing to, I guess 'indulge' would be the word.

“You think this actually helps them?”

“Face-to-face sex always comes with certain strings attached. Expectations. Relationships. Judgement. Anonymous sex has the advantage of leaving those elements at the door. You’d be surprised who’s come to see Spindle already.”

“I thought you couldn’t see their faces? And the curtains dampen sound, right?”

“Really, Miss Sweet Treat? You need faces and voices to identify your own kin?”

I take a closer look at the posteriors on display. One mature dormouse’s vaginal entrance is gaping with her cervix fully visible, and I see a bunny butt with an extra fluffy white powderpuff tail.

Oh, fuck. “Mom? Chrissy?”

“Shh!” Spindle hushes me and gives my mom’s pussy a lingering lick. “At least let them finish. Mmm, I can still taste you inside her.”

I blush fiercely, thinking back to earlier in the day. “I was about to ask what you get out of this, but then I remembered you’re somehow a bigger pervert than Alex.”

At least everyone consented to be here, unlike the situation with that yellow Harpy.

The Webling shrugs. “Pervert or not, these good folk need their tension eased.” She sidles over to me and puts an arm around my shoulders to gently urge me closer. I can feel the heat radiating from their bare skin. “Perhaps you’d like to assist me?”

“A-assist?” I can’t believe what I’m hearing.

“Surely you know what they like better than Spindle?”

“That may be true, b-but they won’t know it’s me! It’s wrong!”

She chuckles. “Spindle may have raised this pavilion, but she made no promise she’d be the one to give service. Thrusting oneself into the unknown is the very spirit of the glory hole! You’d be doing this establishment proud by tagging in.”

As if this ‘establishment’ has any pride to speak of. That said…

“I do know them better than you,” I say as I involuntarily inch closer to my mother’s ass. She’s right at face height, laying on her back on the other side of the partition with her mouse paws sticking through stirrup holes above. Her gaping tunnel is dribbling juices onto her fully spread ass.

Tentatively, I test Lois's pucker with the tip of my finger. I push inside with almost no resistance, instantly slickened by her drooling cunt fluids. Her bum twitches at my invasion, but she makes no move to retreat. Mom’s pussy convulses as if desperate for something to grab onto. It looks so inviting.

I lean forward and kiss my mother’s sloppy cunt without thinking. She does have a lingering taste of me. My finger plays with her rear entrance while I scoop the feminine grool from her tunnel with my tongue. I suck her clit into my mouth like an infant nursing on a teat. How nostalgic. My other hand pumps her gushing honeypot while I run my tongue along her labia.

Her sheath pulses around my finger, her folds hot and slick on my digit, though she's clearly used to taking a Patron's massive member. I add a second, third, fourth and fifth finger before realizing she can take my whole hand without reaching her limit. I fist my own mother, pushing in until I hit her cervix, then retreating until her tunnel releases me with a soft pop before plunging back inside. Her ass, on the other hand, is too tight to take more than a second digit, the little pink ring squeezing me hard. My tongue dances on her clit until Lois starts shaking.

Spurts of womanly cum gush out and spray me as I back away, retrieving my hands from her crevices. A puddle forms beneath her shuddering ass as Lois's limbs go limp. It’ll be a while before she recovers enough to leave.

Next, I step up to Chrissy. She’s laying on a bench of some kind beyond the curtains with only her plump ass poking through the hole. I grab and squeeze her super-fluffy bunny tail. I’ve always wanted to do that but was too scared because she used to bully me all the time.

I furrow my brows and slap her rear hard enough to leave a red handprint on her buttocks. That’s for pushing me down and sitting on my face when we were younger!

A huge bead of pussy juice wells in her honeypot before dribbling down her thick thigh in response. Her asshole puckers and clenches, winking at me as I slap her again on the opposite side. That’s for sticking her ass in a glory hole after promising to make it up to me!

There’s a thought. She did say I could do whatever I wanted…

It’s funny, the first thing I think of is to kneel and shove my face between her cheeks. Just like old times! I lick her rosebud, running circles around the entrance with my tongue while my fingers rub her clit. I slide a digit into her pink channel, then another as my tongue spirals into her pucker. More juice spills from her tunnel of love.

Standing, I tear a hole in the crotch of my teddy to free myself. I use her slickness to slather my clitty and press the tip against her asshole where she’s sure to feel it even if I'm much smaller than Alex or Peter. I shove inside, and she’s tight. She’s not used to taking it in the rear. But Chrissy responds by grinding her butt against me as if begging for more punishment. This time, that cute pink ring winks around my rod.

I make her cheeks jiggle with another slap as I pound her butt with rapid thrusts. I grab her fluffy tail while I use her backdoor to find completion. Cunt juices drench my crotch, making wet, squelching sounds when I press forward. *Plap!* *Plap!* *Plap!* Muffled cries come from beyond the curtain. A few more slaps and her pussy explodes all over my jewel purse and fishnet stockings. My clitty blows a load of sweet spunk in her dark cellar as pleasure shudders through me.

Withdrawing, I slip myself back inside the teddy, which then reseals the tear. Chriss’s bottom is a mess of overlapping red marks, dripping cum, and a pool of feminine juices puddling beneath her lewdly jutting ass.

“Impressive. Spindle didn’t know you had it in you, Mistress Cottontail,” she says from behind me… very close behind me. She slowly lays her hands on my shoulders and waist, her touch giving me tingles. “Perhaps you could spend more time with her here; she could show you her techniques, things you could later try on Alex.”

I shiver at the suggestion, but turn it into shrugging her off as I remind her of business to make it clear this was nothing more than a lapse in judgment, “Aren’t you supposed to be keeping watch?”

“Please. Spindle has tripwire alarms set in every direction for several hundred meters. Nothing can get close without us noticing—”

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

“Oh, guests~! Mwah ha ha ha!!”

“You can make bells too? Even though they’re metal?”

“Erm, Spindle may have purloined some of Miss Goblin’s silverware and fine china.”

The Webling extracts herself from entertaining her customers and rings a different bell to signal The Parlour is temporarily closed. The two of us make our way toward the activated tripwire, her with complete calm and me walking on pins and needles.