Day 150

“Daddy... I'm in heat...” I stirred from my sleep. When my eyes opened, I felt different. I felt very, very different. I stumbled on new limbs as I began to use my new penis size on the youngest of the new broods.

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I continued breeding.

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I interrupted my favorite hobby to regard my floating 'freinemy'. “And what's that mean?” I chittered. Bluescreen began to explain in far too much detail for my little brain to handle.

So... Apparently I'm still a stoat, only larger with a change to my paws and hip joints allowing gripping and upright running. I luckily survived my evolution. According to Blue Screen there is hope for further evolution still.

As he described....

Stoatling: The lowest form of stoat beastkin. An upright, walking stoat. Has primitive hands and fingers. Capable of higher thought. High breeding rate. 2ft height and capable of great strength.

I hung on his use of the words 'lowest form'. It meant that I could become something more than...

This.

I celebrated my evolution with a new morning round of fucking my harem. It took me two hours to go from room to room in my, now massive, burrow and fuck every last female. Humans just wouldn't understand.

After my morning celebration was over, I got to work on some things I'd wished I'd had hands to do from the get go.

I chewed an orc's femur into a spear and began to practice thrusting with my new weapon. It was great exercise. I could tell Mortisha to lead a hunting party and she understood at this point and had a group of hunters fanatically happy to follow orders.

Stoats kill and drag prey multiple times their size back to their burrows. My thrust was very powerful. My arms rippled with muscle.

Mortisha and her hunting group returned with two rabbits, two rats, and a fowl. The crippled milkers were fed first as was custom. After I started the habit, the others followed the behavior. All the other young stoats knew of life was as I told them.

A race of monsters was out to kill us all and we had to breed and become strong to survive.

Simple enough to get them to follow orders out of fear.

Over the next few days I put my new higher thinking to use. I came up with a plan. A human-like attempt at child welfare had resulted in making a colony out of solitary animals. I'd interrupted their evolution. I'd changed their nature so easily...

This world was different.

Nature was different.

Smarter.

Stronger.

Where the sweet fluffy rabbits had horns and fangs.

I needed to change the stoats even farther.

Day 155

I started to hunt with my stoat daughters, continuously. I was a little larger than the largest, 'Mortisha', yet my strength and speed made her child-like in comparison. We hunted together to feed a quickly growing brood.

Six of the forty hunters I'd reared decided to become milkers in the last five days and joined the crippled in the den. When they'd tried to run like their instincts said to do, I stopped breeding with them, and broke their ankles. They would feed young and wait for death, removed from my evolution plans.

Right now, I waited inside a thicket of dried grass. The air was becoming colder recently. I had to try harder to find food as the days grew shorter.

And yet...

I sprung into the air like a spinning top and buried my little spear into a deer's eye.

“That is what you will be able to do once you evolve.” I chittered to my dozen favorite girls as they appeared out from behind rocks, grass, and trees. They could hide as well as most ambush predators.

“And now, we feast”

We headed to the burrow with full bellies, dragging the extra meat before my new rivals showed up again. We had to avoid the bastards for now.

You ever fucked with a wolf before?

As a stoat?