Becoming Monsters 1: Ch. 19

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Chapter 19: Homework?

"I want to join y'alls guild."

The wives were on their fourth trip, and it was already late. The gate in the Shiny district stocked large trolleys for rent but uneven dirt or stone streets, half of it uphill, across seven miles one way punished each girl into bone-weariness when they stumbled back to the Indian styled compound. The first trip threw up some surprises when Honoka forgot to keep everything secret and walked around as a human. The wives downplayed the event by explaining Diane's change as an Alchemist potion, both Padmava and Quinn shrugging and chalking it up to Status weirdness.

When the wives continued to move their things into their rooms, they quickly expired in the humid heat that stayed a constant jungle swelter 24/7, accepting lemonade provided by Padmava by the gallon each trip. This was the last, and they looked like the Donner Party: half-dead, hungry enough to eat anything. Waiting for them this time was Quinn, her perky otter self coming with four buckets of sumptuous smelling fried chicken.

Honoka glanced at Diane and Eve. Diane, gauging the otter woman's female form, asked the critical question. "How old are you?"

"I turned eighteen two months ago, if yer wonderin' 'bout my being legal to delve on my own," Quinn replied, leading the women into one of the compound's large hosting rooms (all three women basking in the blessed relief of cold AC air) with paper plates, napkins and more lemonade set at one table. "I'm also a level five swarmlock, a rare Class! Not even a hundred people in the US with swarmlock, an' my Attributes are all high."

"Do we get any chicken if we say no?" Eve asked, climbing into her seat and watching the buckets of fried food like a cat watches a laser. Honoka and Diane took positions on either side of the goblin as Quinn rounded the other side.

"Wha?" Quinn looked genuinely surprised, not picking up on the humor. "No! This here's just me being neighborly, welcomin' y'all to the Big House an' all that. Jus' figured we talk about me joinin' your guild while eatin'."

"Hmm..." Honoka paused, looking the beastkin girl over as the architect-turned-delver tried to broach the topic. Despite the heat, despite being entirely covered in fur, the otter girl didn't look affected at all. Her clothing was more casual today, a white tank top long enough to cover most of her stomach and tan cargo shorts were all she wore. The tank top stretched to bursting and if her nippled outlines were any indication, she let those large puppies hang free.

"What Honoka means to say is our guild is unique. We have...different...recruitment requirements." Diane tried for delicate, but she optimistically texted Cholena to get Banda's opinion into the mix.

"So?" Quinn asked, a desperate tint in her light blue eyes. "Even before I started livin' with Pad, guilds look at my magic as too blasted creepy! I'm runnin' out o' time, and all y'all might be my only chance."

Honoka's stomach rumbled as she tried to parse hunger with nerves. This was moving too fast. "Let's eat, first," the black woman said, placating the young girl with her hands, "then you'll explain why you want this."

Quinn nodded, dividing the chicken up. The chicken was the bee's knees, it boasted a bit of a kick and tasted similar to homemade chicken soup, only a light breading around the hot meat. In absolutely no time, the food was gone and they nursed their lemonades.

"Four months ago, my best friend, Dolly, turned eighteen and got right into a guild," Quinn began after they finished cleaning up. "I tried to tell her to wait for me but Dolls is a teensy headstrong. She's a level six hunter with Arrow Barrage so she wasn't lackin' options, guilds always lookin' for ranged DPS. The group she joined with planned on heading down to the Bone Castle an' seein' if they could take out the floor boss."

"Bone Castle?" Eve asked, chomping down a leg bone herself like hard candy.

"Floor 126 is a tad notorious among locals," Quinn replied, apparently knowledgeable of the dungeon's ecosystem. "While it is easy to bypass the floor an' keep goin' down, the magma themed level has an island in the center with a giant castle made entirely of bones. To access it, there is a single bridge patrolled by over a thousand undead creatures. No one has been able to break through. This guild, the Master Blasters, are a big deal, have a level twenty-four cannoneer as their leader an' they boast hundreds of members. The entire guild geared up an' headed to Floor 126, but somethin' went wrong."

The wives waited as Quinn collected herself, the otter clearly emotional. "No one is sure why: the undead of Bone Castle don't kill delvers, they capture them. Sometimes those captured return as recently created undead, sometimes they don't come back. I needed to know for myself, so two weeks ago, I went down an' did some recon myself. I have the Class Feature Bug Eyes and I can see whatever one of my swarms sees - though it hurts like a son'ova Jeff, insect seein's not for people seein' - an' not only did I find a hidden back door to the Castle, I found a prison with hundreds of people locked up in there, Dolly one o' them."

"Why are you asking for our help, then?" Honoka asked, unfamiliar with dungeons but her gaming lifestyle gave her some sense of tactics. "You found a back door, you can sell that information to any guild. Wouldn't they jump to help get into an impossible fortress, bypassing the main approach? Or you go yourself, your Class sounds like it has a lot of versatility."

Quinn breathed in and out, looking around as if the living essence of paranoia manifested inside her. "I think the guilds are hiding something. When the Blasters went down, they brought all two hundred and twenty-eight members, including fourteen people with Races. When they came back, they regretfully lost fourteen members to the castle. It took some diggin', but only their Race members were the ones captured or killed, includin' Dolly."

"Are you sure?" Eve asked, the goblin angry as she snapped one of the bones she was munching on.

"Yes, and not just to Races."

Everyone turned around when three people entered into the room. Padmava was the one who spoke, her dark scales reflecting the indirect lighting. The next to enter was a young Indian man wearing a long coat that looked to combine gambeson with kevlar - the style like a combat fireman's jacket - with a longsword strapped to his back. His dark hair and face were the kind found on serious, quiet people, but he wasn't older than fifteen or sixteen. Behind the two followed another naga, but this young girl lacked the hood of her mother, the coloring of her scales bright green that faded into lighter green on each hard piece, making her look like she was covered in leaves. The girl was shy and hid behind her larger mother, wearing a simple red dress over her green scales. Although age was difficult to determine, the green naga girl appeared in her tweens or younger.

"Arun, my husband, was also curious about what went on in the Castle," Padmava continued, slithering her body up to the table and coiling around it before resting next to Quinn, both sets of arms loosely folded. Today she wore a sari that clashed cultures: a tie-dyed rainbow wrap. It worked, but it was odd to see. "Nothing added up in the early days, so he eventually took a team of volunteers from the Lair and struck out. None of them returned. Today, the corpse of my dear Starlight stands at the head of the host guarding the bridge, defiled like some kind of warning to anyone who would dare."

"I need to hurry," Quinn continued, pleading with her voice and eyes. "Dolly might be the next one on that bridge tomorrow. When I scouted, there weren't a lot of guards in the tunnel but there were more than I could handle. You mentioned your guild includes a cleric, so's that's half the battle right there. Please, help me."

"Will you save daddy?" the little girl asked, coming up to coil next to her mother as the older son stood resolute near the door.

Honoka overflowed with compassion for these women, but she wasn't sure if she was capable of helping. Looking around the room, she felt overwhelmed. Honoka looked to her wives to see if there was any advice to give.

"We...want to help," Diane replied, looking in Honoka's eyes and seeing what the small black woman wanted to say. "And we might even be more capable than you realize." The succubus stood up and wiped her hands on some napkins. "However, before anyone makes any permanent decisions, the children need to leave and you need to sign some Contracts."

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They both signed. Diane was a little miffed she couldn't find her ProGo to finish the presentation, but the other women were fine with a quick back and forth of Honoka going succ for a few seconds. It was almost midnight and the wives set up a conference after explaining everything to the two other women. They took it all rather well, considering.

"And then Quinn said 'show me'," Eve spoke into the phone, holding her sides from laughing so hard. "H, of course, performed her I'm too shy act, so I took charge and pulled down her skirt. Only took a few flicks to get the velcro thingie off, and up sprang the meat stick. You should have seen their faces, they looked like kids on Christmas!"

"Pff!" Banda choked off her laughter with a cough, clearing her throat over the speaker. "I mean, that's so rude."

Honoka laughed with everyone else, her surprise and indignation over as it did finish the meeting. The black woman still planned to revenge her green wife sometime. They all currently sat in the shared space for the rooms Honoka and Diane took for themselves, Banda's and Eve's lodging in the next set, sharing with Quinn. It was decided the third room in the Honoka and Diane set would be converted into a Harmony Chamber: a place where all the equipment, toys and stain-proof furniture would be located. This was also decided as a way to not show preference between Banda and Eve or any other future wives, Diane being the lone exception as the first among equals.

The decor of all the rooms blended stylishly modern Eastern and Racial practical. For instance, not all Races were able to sit on a couch. Instead, there were pillows, cushions and even one or two giant beanbags (the expensive, tasteful kind) with a large, low table people ate from while lounging on the floor. Although everything was structurally stone, rugs and tapestries softened the room and gave it a Persian flavor.

"Then they both said they'd think about it," Eve finished, leaning back into her cushions. "How soon until you have people-sized boobs?"

"Ug, I'm eight hours at least until my feet can touch concrete." Banda sounded more bored than anything, like this was the most interminable chore. "Growing the largest tits ever was exciting at first, but being unable to move is the pits."

"Well, hang in there." Now everyone groaned then said their goodbyes with loves and kisses.

"Ok, I think this is almost done." Diane crouched over a giant whiteboard she brought from the trailer on the table, filling it with notes in cramped, blocky handwriting. Occasionally looking up something on her phone and jotting it down, it was impressive from the sheer amount of information placed on it. Standing up, she arched her back with a loud crack then sharply shot her wings downward with a gust and more joints cracking.

"What is it?" Honoka asked, standing next to the succubus and trying to understand the words and numbers.

"Our family priorities." Diane coiled up her tail and uncoiled it, like stretching exercises. "Or goals? It's all the stuff we need to think about for the next couple of months." Pointing to one side with the marker, she underlined the word Finances. "Money isn't in a desperate place, but it might run out really fast. We need to boost our income to exceed our expenses. Money at the forefront, I'm setting up an alchemy shop in the Lair soonest. Once Banda's back, her milk will go for an absolute premium. Hono-chan will focus on harmonizing and building up the guild as well as delving simple jobs and Eve will be a kind of gofer, filling in the gaps with whoever needs her. If Padmava and Quinn join, that will cut our expenses significantly, no longer needing to pay rent, but it will also mean more food and living costs. Quinn sounds like the perfect delving partner, so she'll pair with Honoka and probably act as a family cook if we all want to eat fried chicken.

"Our most costly expense long term is going to remain Honoka's food budget, which will double because delivering food down here is expensive. On that tangent, food for the rest of us will also be not-cheap. The most exorbitant expenses short term is delving equipment for us all. As Racial women, we possess some natural advantages, but not enough. We need weapons and armor, enchanted if we can find them, and none of that is going to be found in bargain bins."

Honoka, understanding what it all meant, panic attacked. All of their current savings, the largest being Diane's remaining funds, would support them for eighteen months according to the chart, but after investing in businesses and delving equipment, it shrunk to two months. Yes, this didn't include Banda's upcoming payday, but it still made Honoka short of breath. Who knew providing for a family cost so much? Or that the weight of responsibility to ensure a family lived in a home and ate food regularly would be this heavy? Honoka was never the one family relied upon before, being the youngest meant she relied upon family, not the other way around. Now she was married to three dependents. With trembling legs, the out of work architect sat down, her eyes still fixed on the board.

"It might be a little tight, but I think we can make it work," Diane assured her wife, her tail reaching around and caressing the panicking woman's back. "The next part is more urgent. If we agree to help Quinn infiltrate Bone Castle, we need a definite plan of attack and experienced help. It's one thing to say we are strong and capable women, but it is another to actually be strong and capable. When it comes to delving, none of us boast much experience. Eve, you have the most contacts at the FDR and Quinn might know some people down here in the Lair: coordinate with her and start looking for someone who can help us even if all they do is look at our plans and tell us what we need."

"I can do that," the goblin said, already pulling out her phone and firing some texts off.

"Lastly, harmonization is our lifeline, ace in the hole and best longterm strategy. Not only do we need to kick that into high gear, but we need to know all the mechanics. There are a few theories I would like to test. For one, your MP goes down every time you ejaculate, I think your magically infused spunk is empowered when it passes through you, which is maybe how your Class works. Something as simple as taking a few MP potions a day doubles your ability to harmonize. Allocation also seems to cost you MP, so I think from now on you need to focus bonus Attribute points in Wisdom and Intelligence, though I'd like all your minimums to increase above ten at least. The major question right now that I hope you can answer tonight is whether or not you can harmonize with someone while allocating points from someone else."

Honoka was still worrying over the money, looking blankly at Diane. "Huh?"

"She wants you to turn into a black boobed succubus and then go all 69 on a goblin," Eve said, removing her fishnet then shirt beneath, "but first pull up your Status so she can jot down your digits."

"Oh." Honoka did so, wondering if looking at one's Status too much caused blindness or some other crippling disease. She already felt the headache, like a pre-headache, and the young woman frowned while she rubbed her temples.

"When did Banda get 11%?" Diane asked, typing as quickly as possible. "And have you figured out what Mímir's Draught is?"

"Does...?" Honoka kept the Status up, her thoughts wandering. "Technically, I unlocked her megaboobs, and she clearly orgasmed from the effort. Based on the time I Collected Banda, if a fluid exchange is needed, I got a lot of milk in my mouth when she sprayed us, so it counts? And no on Mímir's Draught."

"Your Class is all kinds of frustrating," Diane complained, playfully flicking Honoka's arm with her tail.

"H, why aren't you all succubusting?" Eve asked urgently, already naked and licking her lips. "A goblin's got needs."

"But I'm...I'm still dressed!"

"Oh baby, now I want to see it more." Eve crawled on her hands and knees up to Honoka, sticking her large nose into the top of Honoka's blouse. "Do it."

"Hold! I need to make a chart!" Diane pulled another whiteboard out from under the table, this one only two feet wide, and began furiously writing.

There Honoka was, on the ground and inching away from Eve - who shoved her giant nose into Honoka's lack of breasts - both of them a little confused about what they should be waiting for from the succubus. Diane didn't care, her wings twitching in the same motions as her hands, as if they traced words in the air.

"Kinda horny here, Boobies McTits," Eve commented as she inhaled then licked Honoka's neck.

"I'm Irish, not Scottish," Diane grumbled, finishing her chart and flipping it around. "I will accept Knockers O'Boobagen or equivalent cultural appropriation. Anyway," she said, talking over the others' rolling eyes, "here's what I want you guys to do before calling it a night."

It was a checklist. A long checklist. Eve frowned as she paused her teasing of a trembling Honoka. "When did sex become homework? I hate homework."

"Stop complaining, you're final grade includes orgasms and superpowers." Diane took the list and hung it up inside the Harmony room and walked back out, leaving to unpacking her things. "If we find out Retrograde Wheelbarrow gives an extra five points each time, that becomes everyone's favorite position. Won't know unless we try it."

"I'm game." Honoka shrugged, standing up and looking over the list. The young woman came to terms with her life and didn't mind a little structure. It felt nice to not worry about figuring out how her Class worked anymore.

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• E gives handjob in shower then dumps buckets of cum from van down drain. write pnts & lvs here:

"It's called jelqing," Eve explained, pulling her hand down Honoka's shaft slowly with a firm grip in one hand, the other tightly locked at the base, pushing all the blood towards the tip painfully. "The Internet says it will make your penis bigger."

"Bigger?" Honoka panted, her hands on the stone walls of the shower and realizing to her chagrin Eve was an utter sadist: this handjob had been going on for forty minutes. "I'm the size of a horse! If I get any...aaaaaAAHH!!" Sliding down to her knees, unable to hold back any longer, the black woman released her load and fountained her hot jizz directly into the drain under Eve's careful aim, each contraction creating a pool of cum as her baby batter was too thick to go through the grate all at once.