Hide and seek

I was in my human form, walking through my dungeon, searching for Lilith. Now, if I really wanted to find my adoptive daughter, I had multiple ways to do so quite easily. I could shift back into my monster form and simply use its superb nose to smell her out, or I could other my dungeon to locate her, or I could use one of a handful of spells, or I could employ at least half a dozen other methods. But merely finding her was not the goal here. Oh no, the way in which I had to find her was much more important!

We were playing hide and seek.

Ever since routine had established itself in our everyday life, she had started to become bored and restless. The reason was simple: Children of her age needed to move quite a lot, which they normally did while playing with other children, running through the woods, across the fields, and so on and so forth. Sadly, neither of those things was possible for Lilith down here.

Of course, I could (and frequently did) let her go up to the outside with an armed escort. Larell often accompanied her, happy for every ray of sunlight and sliver of the sky she could get to see. This didn’t solve the underlying problem, however. There simply were no other children for her to play with, and Larell had other tasks to take care of. Sure, there were my monstrous children, but even those amongst them that were intelligent enough to be playmates for Lilith were so much stronger and physically dangerous that they would severely injure her without meaning to. Not to mention that they aged and grew up at an incredible pace, meaning that they had to spend almost all their time training. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be useful servants by the time they fully matured.

So, I spend almost all my free time with my little daughter. Not that I regretted that. Quite the opposite, in fact: I absolutely loved spending time with her, further tightening our bond. And when we played games like these, and I placed enough restrictions on myself (such as not using my monster senses), I genuinely had a lot of fun competing with her. Lilith was *very* good at hiding!

Or at least, she would be, if she could stop giggling.

Seriously, the most sure-fire way of finding her using merely a mortal human’s means was to just slowly walk around and sometimes look around as if confused. If nothing happened, she was not anywhere close. If she happened to be hidden in the vicinity, however, she just couldn’t help herself but giggle at the sight of her oh-so-smart daddy looking around cluelessly. It was such a cute, innocent sound, so absolutely unbefitting the environment that was my dungeon.

Exactly the kind of sound that was coming from the upside-down barrel to my right…

Quickly creating an illusion of myself just as I turned invisible, I quietly tiptoed over without making a sound. The little girl didn’t stop giggling as I approached and gasped in surprise as I suddenly dropped the magic and lifted the barrel high over my head, revealing my daughter that had hidden beneath it.

“Got you!” I said with a smile.

“No fair! You cheated!” Lilith accused me, jumping up and pointing a finger at me.

“Nuh-uh! I only used magic to surprise you, not to find you.” I insisted, slowly crouching down and extending my arms toward her. “Soooo… I win!”

And with that, I pounced on her, grabbing the little girl by her sides, squeezing and tickling her stomach. She burst into laughter immediately, wheezing for breath as I tickled her playfully. Having discovered her ticklishness some time ago, tickling the loser was the price for victory in most of our games.

I looked down at her adoringly, even as she writhed in laughter. She had changed so much since we first met! Her delicate skin was no longer bruised and battered, not even scarred. She was no longer famished, but had put on some weight and even gained a good amount of muscle. And of course, she had grown quite a bit, the way children her age do. Proper food, rest, activity, a little (magical) medicine and of course, a total and complete lack of beatings and all other kinds of **** had made her flourish. Those dimwits, no, those monsters had really not known what they had had in her! And even calling them monsters was an insult to my kind!

Right now, she wore a simple, short white dress woven from monster fur with reinforced seams. Every other, less robust kind of clothing, she managed to accidentally tear or otherwise ruin quicker than it could be repaired. She was truly a wild child, with lots of energy as of late. Nothing out of the ordinary, really.

Between the strands of her hair, two nub-like horns like you might find on a calf peeked out. Or, in her case, I suppose they were meant to be like those of a young minotaur…

Of course, Lilith didn’t just spontaneously grow horns, I would have bashed my own head in if my transformatives or magic had affected her in such a way. No, although they were most certainly ‘her’ horns (as she liked to call them), they were not directly attached to her skull, but merely a headband hidden under her golden locks. She had made it herself, with a little help from Larell, and now wore it pretty much all the time. It was quite understandable: I had horns. My minions had horns. My True Sons had horns. Even the new guards I was currently making for Lilith had horns!

It was only natural that she found herself also wanting horns.

I finally seized tickling her and merely cuddled my little angel as she steadied herself once more

“That… was… not… fair” she said between deep breathes.

“Okay okay. I admit, I used magic to surprise you, but I still found you by myself! So, how about a revanche?” I smirked, knowing very well that she would never turn down an opportunity like that.

“Yes!!!” exclaimed the little girl, as she wriggled herself out of my arms and ran away to hide.

“40… 39… 38… 37…” I slowly began counting, my eyes closed.

“Hey! You need to count from 30 daddy! It’s too easy otherwise!” Lilith complained immediately.

I rolled my eyes behind their closed lids. So much to giving her an advantage!

“30… 29… 28… 27…” I began away, hearing her giggling grow quieter and quieter, until it was gone.

“4… 3… 2… 1! Ready or not, here I come!” I announced loudly and opened my eyes, looking for Lilith. Of course, she wasn’t anywhere to be seen, so I began looking for her. Knowing my daughter, she wouldn’t be hiding anywhere close by. So, I had a little time to think as I half-heartedly checked the surrounding area.

While I was ‘playing around’, many of the Children were hard at work, expanding the espionage network I was creating. The idea had hit right into the face when I discovered a letter with the shipment of slaves that my minions captured some time ago. Apparently, the slaves had been intended as some kind of offering by a cunning merchant that intended to use the mysterious power behind the disappearances to his own advantage. Needless to say, I was more than happy to form a partnership with him, although *I* was the one to set the terms. I intended to treat him fairly and further his interests however, I always took good care of my willing subordinates. And as the cornerstone of my new spy network, he deserved a decent amount of goodwill.

My first gift to him had been a dose of highly concentrated, still experimental Venus Nectar, a thick, golden fluid that contained magical, transformative compounds with extraordinary properties. And since it worked so well, I offered him a continuous supply, which he gleefully accepted.

The Venus Nectar was the crowning achievement of my research into transformatives, it combined into one all the best effects of the magical compounds I had created so far, and even a few more! It was designed to affect all humanoids and even some monstrous races, the effects differ depending on the sex of the recipient. In females, it causes growth of breasts, lips, ass, and clit. It also leads to wider hips, as well as a slimmer waist, shoulders, and belly. The recipient’s lower holes tighten pleasantly, her asshole will always be clean and her pussy gushing wet. Hair on the head grows faster and thicker, all other hair besides lashes and eyebrows slowly falls out, especially leg and pubic hair. Finally, their skin becomes purer and they generally look younger, healthier, and more beautiful.

But even more impressive were the mental changes! All females shifted to be submissive, servile, meek, passive, and easily cowed by males. They were easily aroused, with an incredibly high libido, very promiscuous if single but very loyal if spoken for. The entire body became a (slightly) erogenous zone, and existing erogenous zones became more sensitive. Somewhat more subversive was the lust for monstrous cocks they developed, and that all sexual pleasure and even swallowing ordinary cum could become addicting to them. Oh, and for good measure, they would all become painsluts, with all pain also becoming erotic and increased pain tolerance, but a lower pain threshold.

And since I was a breeding monster after all, I also modded their fertility through the roof: A female under the effects of the Venus nectar will not only develop a very nurturing personality but also the body to match. Her tits will be able to produce vast quantities of milk, she will be very fertile, her pregnancies almost always resulting in multiple children and even be slightly faster. As a cherry on top, a high percentage of the children will be female.

The changes males experienced were almost the exact opposite: They got bigger, stronger, and faster. With bigger cocks, bigger balls, bigger cumloads, and of course, more stamina. Their personality became more dominant, assertive, protective, possessive, and always horny, with a vastly increased pain tolerance and a higher pain threshold. Finally, they were very virile, with many of their children being female and almost all pregnancies resulting in multiple children.

It was really the perfect tool…

As I had these thoughts, I was just walking beneath the scaffolding that was used to work on a relatively new wall of my dungeon. Currently, there was no work being done, so it should have been all quiet. Why then, asked my subconscious, was there a sound of metal hitting metal coming from one of the load-bearing elements?

I looked over and squinted my eyes, trying to discern something.

With her usual high-pitched, innocent giggle, Lilith swung the giant hammer a final time against the fixation point. With a pained groan, the structure gave way, no longer being at the right angle to support the weight of the scaffolding. Small stones and dirt dropped to the floor as I lifted up my gaze, only to see the scaffolding dangerously move and tip, shortly before falling over, with me caught in its path!

I roared deafeningly as I shifted back into my monster form. My clothes burst as I grew, only to reveal thick, dark fur beneath. Front-facing pointed horns appeared from the sides of my skull as my mouth elongated into a maw filled with sharp teeth. My two piercing, pale blue eyes parted into six glowing red ones with slitted pupils and my feet shifted into hooves. Towering at my full height of 8m (26’’) a veritable forest of tentacles downright exploded from my back, each thicker than a human leg and already aimed at a specific, critical point of the scaffolding!

I groaned as falling tools hit my heavily armoured body (fur is way more protective than one might imagine) as I held the structure easily aloft by the might of my tentacles alone.

“Hihihihi! Got you!” giggled my daughter happily, before cocking her head and looking at the scaffolding with more concern. “Are you okay daddy? Is it too heavy?”

“HARDLY. THIS IS NOT EVEN REMOTELY ENOUGH TO FAZE ME.” I replied. Still, that she would ‘throw’ a scaffolding at me…

I put the scaffolding back in its upright place again and replaced all the supports and fixations. And a few more, just to be sure. Finally, I haphazardly collected the tools, etc that had fallen down with my tentacles and put them to the side.

“LISTEN LITTLE ANGEL, YOU CAN’T JUST TOPPLE A SCAFFHOLDING… OR DO ANYTHING OF THIS SCALE REALLY.” I told her.

Since she was quite aware that I (and all her other ‘playmates’ for that matter,) were basically invulnerable from her perspective, Lilith’s mischief knew no bounds lately… Although, to be fair, she was still mindful of her surroundings in her own way, keeping her pranks strictly non-physical towards Larell, and was careful not to involve any children or harem girls.

“Sorry daddy…” she mumbled.

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHY THAT WAS WRONG?” I asked her. This seemed to be the critical point.

“Not… really…” Lilith admitted and looked away bashfully.

“IF YOU TOPPLE SOMETHING BIG OR DO SOMETHING SIMILAR, THINGS CAN BREAK AND GET OUT OF ORDER. THEN SOMEONE NEEDS TO SPEND VALUABLE TIME AND RESOURCES TO RECTIFY THAT.” I explained to the little girl.

“So… even if the big thing is alright… the small things aren’t?” she asked, looking to and fro between the scaffolding and the tools I had piled up.

“EXACTLY. AND EVEN IF THEY ARE, YOU SHOULDN’T RISK THAT THEY ARE NOT. ALL CLEAR?” I said.

“ALL CLEAR!” she beamed at me.

I sighed my best minotaur sigh (it sounded more like an ox snorting angrily) and reached down with one of my stronger tentacles to pick her up. She lifted her arms over her head as it coiled around her tightly and gently lifted her up, placing her on my shoulder. Lilith snuggled into my fluffy neck fur/mane, both for comfort and to hold herself steady as I strode down the hallway with massive steps, the ground trembling under my hooves.

As of late, she really had wayyy too much energy. Even with an incredibly full schedule of studies and lot of things to keep her busy, she was still causing ever more mischief. Sure, I could reign her in somehow but that’s certainly not good parenting… But then, what would be good parenting in this way? Why was she so energetic? Why was this so hard!? Why were there hardly any good books on parenting in this world?!? And the girl that was supposed to be helping me was barely an adult herself…

Maybe a new, exhausting ‘hobby’ would keep her occupied and out of mischief?

“HOW ABOUT YOU TRY SOMETHING NEW, A SPORT OR SOMETHING?” I suggested.

“Oh yes, I would love that!” Answered Lilith’s excited little voice from slightly behind my head. I could barely make her out with my hindmost left eye…

“ANYTHING IN PARTICULAR YOU WOULD LIKE TO TRY? DANCING PERHAPS? OR SOMETHING WITH A BALL?” I asked, already drawing up plans for how to ‘convince’ a harem girl or two to teach her.

“Fighting!”