The Breeding Hall

The Breeding Hall is a giant underground cavern filled with vaguely phallic mushrooms. Daisy yanks a five-foot-tall specimen out of the ground and eats like a starved woman. As you watch, new mushrooms grow from the stump.

You send Redhoof a belated party invite, and her profile shows up on your vision a moment later. Level 32, 80K hit points, 120K mana. "What's this about?" she asks.

"Experience share," you answer. "And I might need a mana donation later. Apparently I'm supposed to locate a mana node, but I haven't found one yet."

"That might be tricky," she replies. "Most of them are claimed by the goddesses, and heavily guarded. Still, my mana is your mana."

"Attagirl," you grin. "You too, Leraje. Back me up here."

"Hmf," Leraje grouses, folding her arms. "I'll think about it. Maybe later."

And you set off into the cavern.

It's almost entirely unlike a normal dungeon crawl. Hulking forms lurk in the shadows between the mushrooms, but they're not trying to kill you. Instead, you ooze up and explain what's going on, and they drop their skirts for you. You get a few curious questions, but nobody seems to actually object to your presence. They must be really used to people wandering past and breeding them.

You do meet a few minotaur sires in the mushroom forest. They're even larger than Daisy, walking around naked with three-foot shafts that dangle between their knees. None of them seem hostile. One of them walks toward you as you're engaged with two of the women; he sees what you're doing, nods, and sits down under a mushroom to rest. If anything, the sires seem overworked.

You, yourself, are doing great. You invoke Mitosis to split into three smaller slimes, and you ooze through the forest fucking everything you meet. The breeders feel amazing once you get the right shaft size, and they're always deeply appreciative.

Each time you breed one, you get a message saying what sort of children you produced. Semen type: Tauren Warrior. Semen type: Dark Elf Assassin. Semen type: Rhinoceros. Semen type: Dire Tauren. Semen type: Dragon.

Dragon? You think. Really? Wait, if you can choose the type, why can't they all be dragon? Are you choosing the type? What's that other brain of yours up to?

Your interface flashes a message from your hindbrain: Class: Tauren Breeder. Your pregnancies run at 15x speed. Bear many children at once. You can safely gestate many forms of life, depending on your hit points and class level.

Ah. So most of these tauren actually couldn't survive bearing a dragon. You look at the one you just bred with new respect -- she's collapsed on the floor but doesn't seem distressed -- and you continue onward in a haze of lust.

Semen type: Dire Tauren. Semen type: Mantid. Semen type: Bioferric, yikes! Semen type: Ogre. Semen type: Tauren Warrior.

You start to slow down as time passes. The problem isn't stamina, but mana; generating all this seed takes magic, apparently, and your mana bar drops steadily as you go. Redhoof, and then Leraje, provide mana transfusions where needed.

Redhoof, you note, is up to level 47 now from experience sharing. Leraje hasn't leveled.

Semen type: Treant. Semen type: Dire Tauren. Semen type: Devil Archmage --

The tauren trembles as you breed her. She cries out loud -- not the usual deep moo of satisfaction, but startled screams of lust and pain and delight. She falls forward off your shaft in the throes of orgasm. What? That doesn't usually happen.

As you watch, a spell shatters, and her form warps and shifts and shrinks. Your seed gushes out of her like a firehose as her womb capacity drops dramatically. Her fur melts away, revealing a too-thin blue body with white hair and red eyes, gasping desperately for breath.

It's Leraje.

Quest complete: Breed Court Mage Leraje. +9Mxp
Monster experience has reached level cap (100Kxp). A monster evolution is available!
You have gained ten levels in the Social Ranger class. Class experience has reached the level cap. A class evolution is available!
You have gained ten levels in the Deep Cover Infiltrator class. Class experience has reached the level cap. A class evolution is available!
Excess experience distributed to party members!
**Redhoof has gained twenty-four levels (49->73)!
Leraje has gained nine levels (90->99)!**

She's trembling too much to stand, but she rolls over and flashes you a triumphant grin. "Totally worth it!" she gasps.

Then her eyes roll up in her head, and she loses consciousness.