Day 65

I just couldn't bring myself from parting with the little kits I'd fucked. I felt responsible for the children within them, I felt responsible for their siblings deaths.

My morality as a human had been more than a little strange. The human thoughts racing through a stoat's brain made thinking difficult. Made me control myself less. Made me a monster.

I searched for both my mother's scent and for prey to feed my new breeders. I walked on my back legs with a waddling gait. I was exercising muscles that stoats were never meant to grow.

My only real advantage at this stage of evolution is knowledge on how to build muscles faster with scaring. I did pushups until I burned.

I stopped as I scented a rabbit.

Flipping into the air, I began an impressive war dance to lure my prey into confusion. Twirling and spinning, flipping and tumbling, I came closer and closer to the horned rabbit.

I pounced straight to the jugular, and twisted off a chunk of flesh. The rabbit squealed it's death wails through gurgling blood.

The rabbit weighed around five times what I did, but I dragged it back to the burrow anyway.

“Alpha, why are you still here? Why do you keep returning? We have bred already,” The 'Milk' named stoat begged an answer. I snarled. Did she not understand? I was providing for my young. “Because I should,” I chittered, losing my temper.

I had been saying this over and over, yet she did not understand.

“I will take my kits away fro-” my over muscled stoat paw slapped her across the face. She recovered and began to attack. I was having none of this.

I dodged her lunge and bit her foot. She screeched in pain. I twisted, and her foot dislocated.

“You aren't going anywhere.”

Day 66

I pulled out of the last in line of the blind and hairless kits with a sigh. The others suckled from their crippled mother. Milk, herself, feasted on a juicy vole I'd brought for her. All of us were warm on soft rabbit pelts I'd 'acquired'.

Barring the occasional sobbing of Milk, all was well with my new little harem. I intended to raise them to be my breeders and backup hunters. The astonishing breeding rates of the females could be used to make endless cannon fodder in just a few seasons.

I rubbed my little paws together with delight. The monsters I could bring down with a wave of breeders.

My human intelligence had fully merged with my stoat brain. I continued rigorous exercise routines every day. I was far more bulky than Milk. I was at least twice her size. My wrist was as thick as her thigh. She was easy to control despite her struggling while my mountings agitated her broken ankle.

I went out to hunt with a spring in my step. It wasn't long before a scent wafted over to me. Mother.

I followed the scent to a burrow. I stopped before entering. Another smell emitted. snake musk and blood. The scent of fucked, mother, and the others.

A large snakes skin crumbled underneath my paws as I backed away. Scrambling turned into a full run when I was far enough away.

I did not know why I didn't want to cry. I felt no real sadness. My human mind said I should despair, yet why?

“Hay Blue Screen, whats my status?” I chittered to empty air.

“Hey fuck you man thats nature.”