Day 66

I had no need to go out hunting today, two uneaten rabbits still needed to be stripped of their pelts in the large burrow. I pondered what to do with my little harem that were soon to grow into pint sized killing machines.

Stoats were traditionally loners. It was part of their instincts. Instincts which I lacked.

All things change, with time. My life as a stoat was going to be short. My chances of evolving alone was low. No stoat had ever evolved according to Blue Screen. I needed to do what no stoat had ever done before if I wanted to live longer than another couple of years.

I burst from the burrow with a purpose. Sniffing and searching, I sought a means to an end. When I found mother's den, I burst in. She was feasting on a snake carcass along with my siblings. I was far larger than mother now.

I broke her legs with two quick nips and then clawed her face until she fell unconscious. She was as helpless as a baby. I fucked her body and then started in in my terrified siblings. After finishing off inside if Fucked, I chattered at my siblings, “follow me and do as I say or I'll rip your guts out and eat them.” -or a close approximation of such.

I dragged Mother by the nape of her neck and made my way to my other harem's burrow.

After another round of fucking them all, I set my siblings to digging the former horned rabbit burrow bigger. I went out to hunt again.

I would make a stoat pack.

Day 100

“I guess they do something similar.” I agreed with my newest title as I feasted on feral goblin. My females numbered forty, now. I'd made a pack out of the weak willed female stoats. They were my daughters for the most part.

“Coming down from the tree was a stroke of brilliance , Morticia” A black furred daughter of mine was young, but muscular like her poppa. I pegged her as the future beta of our fast growing family.

As a large group, we'd started taking down 3rd tier creatures like goblins with ease. My daughters were gaining levels very fast compared to other wild stoats. We feasted of rich meats and began to develop hunting patterns.

I kept my mother, Milk, and my other siblings, along with any other females who'd tried to escape kept guarded in the burrow with their ankles twisted. They were fed from hunts and were keeping broods of young fed.

Days began to pass as if in a blur. I ate all my sons and hunted and fucked my breeders. I Slept on a soft rabbit pelt.

Like any good stoat.

The only difference was the discipline I began to instill on all my 'cult' to keep them together. They only way to teach discipline to a stoat is violence. I beat them, I raped them. I starved them, to achieve my goals.

Like any good stoat.

Like any being of nature.

I adapted to achieve my goals.

Day 144

“Tell me what I don't know” I bit back at Blue Screen sarcastically.

He replied in literal fashion.

“Great,” I drawled slowly, “I'm the strongest worm in the intestine.” I snarled even more sarcastically. There was no real future for me. If I evolved Into another specie in the burrow, my pack would devour me and dissolve into chaos.

“Any Idea what I will evolve into?”

Fuck.