Becoming Monsters 1: Ch. 24

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PREVIOUSLY ON BM: The wives had a heart to heart, confessing what they want in a relationship. Then Honoka allocates into a muscle goddess.

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Chapter 24: Baby Mama

The Harmony Room was different, refurnished in Diane's whirlwind of renovations. The bed remained the same, though the sheets looked fresh and more heavy-duty, feeling like layers of cloth but smelling like plastic with the crimson covers offering a bright sheen. A cabinet in one corner was filled with potions of all kinds, though most of them were the familiar paired vials of C&As. There was also a dancer's pole to one side and a sex swing opposite it. One wall - looking like the tool collection of some mancave - held all the various massagers, dildos, vibrators, whips, leather straps and other toys Honoka had no name for even as she couldn't fathom how they were used or where they went inside. Looking in the bathroom, she became immediately ecstatic to find her old power dildo machine installed in the shower with a TV fitted above, one of her old shower heads replacing the stock one previously there. The waterproof mattress was also present, but the stall wasn't as large as the one in her old apartment so it leaned against a wall, ready to slide into place when needed.

"It was mostly Eve," Quinn said, coming into the bathroom behind Honoka, wearing a loose button-up flannel shirt, open in the bottom to expose her curvy abdomen. Matching cutoff pajama bottoms finished the casual ensemble, her whiskers twitching as she motioned to the whole room with her head. "Me an' Banda helped, but the greenie stayed up all night gettin' it done. I'm surprised she's still conscious at this point after two all-nighters."

"Out like a light, snoring up a storm," Banda interjected, ducking into the room with Diane. Banda lacked many options for sleepwear, wearing the same black gym shorts and massive sports bra Honoka remembered from the sleepover only a few nights before. When it came to Race, practical trumped fashion every time. The big holstaur girl covered a yawn with a large three-fingered hand before continuing. "As soon as I'm done here, I'm joining her."

Diane looked Honoka up and down. "We need to buy you some breakaway pants or something," the succubus commented, dressed in a tight green spaghetti tank with shamrocks on it and a pair of painted-on red yoga pants, so snug they looked vacuum-sealed into her every crevice, clearly wearing no panties at the moment. Her luscious fiery hair was tied up in a chopstick bun, she looked like the no-nonsense cougar that lived up the street, her glasses only adding to the allure.

Honoka sighed, thinking the same thing as she pulled down her roomy white cotton Men's PJ bottoms, the spring of her erection flinging a few drops of precum across the room. As she pulled her white tank off, Honoka flopped on the bed and looked up at Banda with some concern. "Any idea what's about to happen?"

"Just some videos on porn sites. No idea what this will do to you." Banda pulled out her phone, checked it for a minute then put it away. Murmuring something Honoka missed, the holstaur's hands radiated light and heat as she waved them over the sixteen inches of girl sausage erect between them. Honoka didn't feel much other than a tingling warmth, maybe a little more flushed, but the effect became apparent when Banda pulled away and Honoka spurted a steady stream of premen down her shaft instead of the occasional dribble.

"All y'all will get a detailed report, now shoo!" Quinn put her empty vials in the cabinet and forcibly shoved a laughing Banda and Diane out of the room before shutting the door and locking it. Spinning around, the otter girl leered at the now worried Honoka before heading over to the Wall Of Toys and picking a massive egg insertion vibrator. A thin cord trailed out, Quinn plugging the device into the wall outlet - which was oddly recessed and had a plastic door that closed to keep it waterproofed - and moseyed over, fiddling with her phone.

"Most of the toys are Diane's an' Eve's," Quinn said, finishing with her phone and tapping it, a slight vibration coming from the egg, "but this here is mine. The most powerful model made by OhMiPussy, may I present the OhMiGeddon." She tapped her phone again and held it, the egg shaking so hard in her hand she couldn't stop her entire arm from moving. "BT synced, fifty to two hundred hertz, two separate displacement motors, the website advertises this baby as showing up on the Richter Scale."

A little frightened, Honoka edged back along the bed, leaving a trailing river of her clear ooze. "I don't know if you understand, but using that..."

"Diane told me everything," Quinn replied, languidly crawling up on the bed like a predator to prey, her eyes smoldering while she crept closer. "She's been givin' all us girls lessons, homework, access to your porn folder." That saucy tart! Honoka thought, yet Quinn stalked the futa-girl relentlessly. "What I think ya need ta learn about me is Beastkin aren't as horny or nympho as succubi, but we're close. Especially with our mates: its a Race thing."

Honoka hit the headboard, unable to move any further back. Quinn's smile widened, lightly pressed the egg against Honoka's folds, tapping very gently on her phone. Honoka felt those vibrations from her pussy to her diaphragm, forcing a sharp intake of breath when she tensed. Quinn teased, moving it up and down her vulva, soaking it in her copious amounts of precum before slowly pushing it in. Unable to stop herself, Honoka clamped down, keeping it inside, but using two fingers, Quinn pushed it back to Honoka's cervix before removing her hand and slowly licking fingers clean. Then she pulled away and tapped furiously on her phone.

At first, Honoka flinched sharply away, ready to die by vibrator. When nothing happened, it actually grew worse. The anticipation of it happening was a gnawing, building thing in Honoka's mind, and after a full minute, the young black woman gasped for air from the anxiety of what would cum.

"There," Quinn finally said while she tossed the phone, rolling onto her back and deftly slipping off her cutoff PJs, revealing a blue-yonder pair of damp, thin, fishnet/foil double-layered panties. "I set 'Geddon to go off at intervals based on my playlist, each song's rhythm, pitch an' tone determinin' what you're going to experience. The volume is down to subsonic, so only I'll be able to hear it. Ya won't know what'll hit ya." The panties came off so fast Honoka thought this must be prom night, but the action gave Honoka a clear view of the girl's broad, furry mons and bright pink slit underneath, her labia swollen and wet. Rolling back up, Quinn yanked her shirt open and tossed it to the side, her furry melons held high and tight with a matching blue-yonder fishnet/foil layered demi unlined bra. "The playlist is an hour long."

*vrr vrr vrr*

The black hermaphrodite felt it within herself, barely a nudge, but she received no warning, gasping more in surprise as her thighs came together and clenched around the egg. Then nothing, her body wanting more. Just as she relaxed, it began again, stronger.

*vrrRRrr*

"Oh, my word!" Honoka's hands spread out, the vibration throbbing inside her for just a moment as it climbed then ebbed, causing her to grasp the covers and claw at them, her whole body wanting more and trying to escape.

"That's just the first notes," Quinn whispered, her nose tickling Honoka's ear. Then she leaned back and stood up on the bed, straddling across her wife's chest, her thick tail moving back and forth across Honoka's dick. "Ever tried Crab Position?"

Honoka hadn't. Another buzz inside her cunt stopped her from saying anything and Quinn just went right into it, leaning back and impaling herself onto Honoka's swollen tip. The otter girl wasn't expecting something so large and thick, her scream filled with pain that she bit off before Honoka stopped her, the young girl easing the meaty knob in further and further with circular hip motions, whimpering as she dipped glacially slow down the veiny girth.

*VvrrRrrrrRRRrrrRRRRrrrrrrRRRrr*

At this point, Honoka lost a few seconds, her female orgasm cresting closer and higher as whatever song played picked up the pace, the egg moved to the beat without stopping. The tiny vibrator proved potent, shaking Honoka's whole body with thumping movements and rattling her teeth. The beastkin girl slid a little past halfway along the shaft and picked up speed, a river of precum leaking out the sides providing ample lubrication as she relaxed and slid downward.

"...ya are definitely..." Quinn forced down another inch, groaning when she felt herself bottom out at thirteen inches. Honoka understood some anatomy. It must be because of Quinn's extended abdomen, there was more room in the canal. Quinn continued after a sharp grunt, "...the biggest I've...ug...guess I can't get you...sk...all the way..." The otter girl then bent back, scootching with her tail and arms straight behind her on the bed between Honoka's spread legs, her own furry feet fitting under Honoka's armpits, her body now at a forty-five-degree angle away from Honoka. The black woman, panting, her penis still in the otter girl, bent away from her new wife as they copulated. While Honoka experienced a little strain, it was lost in the feeling of her rod buried in the tight boiling sea of teenage pussy, the last few inches of exposed shaft brushing deftly against the silky fur of Quinn's mons and thighs.

*vrr vrr vrr...vrvrvrvrvrvrvrvrvr*

The song changed tracks. For a moment of stillness, they both breathed, but just as the song picked up to something much faster-paced Quinn swung back and lunged her entire body forward, crushing the glans with her cervix, again, again, picking up pace until she moved with the same beat as the egg in Honoka's twat pulsed. Quinn proved very athletic, suspending her body above Honoka's with her arms, legs and tail, panting breaths exhaling ecstasy at being filled.

For three songs, she kept that up.

Honoka lacked the endurance to hold off during the first one, the fast-paced vibrations forcing her over the edge. She howled a silent cry as her back arched and tried to simultaneously pull in deeper and push out the egg as it continued unabated in her engorged vagina. By the second song, Honoka felt Quinn's first orgasm, her tight cooch growing painfully cramped as rasping breaths exploded out of her lungs, ululating a kind of sing-song cry, though not slowing down a bit as she kept ramming up and down Honoka's dark meat. The third song was the longest and Honoka crested into her second female coitus while Quinn slowed down and transitioned into a grinding motion, playing with her own clit in slow, sensuous motions.

"...hff...hff...y'all gotta work...on yer dirty talk...hff..." Quinn said, trying to catch her breath as she rested on her tail and shook her arms out to keep them from cramping. "I get ya not likin' swears, but nothin's as hot sometimes as bein' told ya's a dirty slut."

"...never understood it..." Honoka replied, her body so close, straining to reach that second O but also feeling the impending storm building in her gut. "...why would I want to tell someone I love...that they're a slut...?"

*vvvvvvvvRRRRRRVVVRRRRVVVVRRRRRVVVVRRRR*

Maybe Quinn responded to the question, but she never got to voice it as the egg switched to another song. This one was likely power metal because the intensity in her snatch turned up to DragonForce levels. Honoka fem-came for the second time. This arched her body upward, pushing the otter woman back with a yelp. The vibrations grew so strong they traveled up her shaft and the black woman reached her limit.

"Time to ride herd!" Quinn sensed it, the girth of Honoka's penis swelling an extra inch from thirteen inches to fourteen, the contractions almost bucking her off, yet this was what the otter girl had been waiting for. Quickly, even as she felt the thick cylinder of Honoka's urethra expand impossibly huge and stretching her to the point of pain, Quinn went backward flat on her back and clamped both her arms and legs around Honoka, digging her claws in without breaking skin but still making sure she remained as secure as possible for the coming tide.

"YOU DIRTY SLUT!!" Honoka did not know why she said that, thinking wasn't something she had complete control of at that moment. It was something Quinn only asked her to do seconds ago, but it came out anyway when the opening tsunami flooded into Quinn. The beastkin's cunt was already filled to capacity with dick, so the blowback sprayed a thick white wave washing over Honoka but also splattered plenty onto the furred beastkin. Honoka's small abdomen contracted over and over - muscular contractions - painfully pushing more and more spunk out like she was giving birth to a swimming pool.

"Maximum effort!" Honoka had no idea what Quinn was doing, but the black woman felt the otter girl moving. "This is a lot harder than I thought." Now Honoka was curious - as curious as a woman was in the middle of two orgasms could be - raising her head slightly and moving one arm limply in the way of the oncoming backsplash of cream to see.

Locked as they were in the Tug Of Love position, Quinn used her tail primarily to stay in place, but also her firm grip on Honoka's body to frantically ride Honoka's ejaculating shaft. The pressure was immense, so the otter girl let the hot stream push her up about six inches, then she would dig in with her claws and stop herself, using her tail to give her the leverage to push back. Each time Quinn performed the maneuver, the reservoir of cum in her snatch expelled in an inundating, squelching tide. The otter girl remained exhausted from earlier, yet she moved like a woman possessed, each motion picking up speed until she was pumping quicker in the more technically tricky Tug than she had been in the Crab.

Quinn reasoned human physiology did not apply to Honoka. Fountaining jizz from her cock as Honoka's pussy contracted in alternating rhythm with her penis, the otter woman tried to force another orgasm out of the Beast before the first one finished.

This is madness, Honoka thought, her mind in a haze as she continued to dual cum. Something started happening that really shouldn't have been possible: she felt a larger climax building. Panicking, Honoka tried to pull out, but her feeble attempts proved useless as her abdomen expanded rapidly with backed up love mayo, reaching the size of a basketball belly in seconds before Honoka reared back and let loose the dogs of war!

Fireworks shot in the black woman's head, every muscle in her body seizing. Banda's blessing held firm and she didn't black out like she usually did. Not from lack of sensation, instead because her mind had been expanded and reinforced to experience more. Black spots covered her vision and her jaw locked up in rictus as the strength of her erection lifted Quinn off the bed. Then, the power of her ejaculation shot the otter woman off Honoka's black staff like a bottle rocket. The futanari was shoved to the headboard and banged her head, her pelvis pushed deep into the covers and even tossing the black woman into a sitting position, some of the hot stream scraping against Honoka's cheek while she plastering the ceiling.

Quinn came for a second time and smiled when she saw the batter baby growing in Honoka's tummy, though no woman is ever prepared to shoot off another woman's dick. Yelping in surprise when she lifted into the air from an erection, Quinn couldn't ready herself while she flung tail over teakettle into the air - full ten on her aerial somersault - hitting the edge of the soaked bed then tumbling to the floor like a discarded wet noodle. Twitching a bit from post-coitus, she weakly moved a hand over her nose to prevent the waterfall of slime from the edge of the bed drowning her. A deluge of more splooge drizzled from the ceiling, her body screaming in pain from her recent tumble, Quinn softly giggled after the whole experience.

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"Booyah! Forty-one points!" Quinn used multiple colored dry-erase markers on the small whiteboard in Honoka's and Diane's common area, the reflective rectangle labeled High Score at the top. 41 was artfully drawn with plenty of flowers, embellishments and what looked like a cartoon otter sticking out her tongue and pulling down one eyelid. Quinn was soaked - in water right now - still dripping from her fur onto the stone and rugs while she danced in front of the board.

Because there were children in the complex, a no naked rule was enforced outside of locked rooms. Quinn had found her panties at the bottom of Lake Jizz and slapped them on before sauntering outside. "All y'all better get comfortable in second place 'cause ain't noneya gonna beat this!"

Honoka was conflicted. On the one hand, not blacking out from pain meant she experienced the euphoria and immense pleasure she usually feared before. The half-african futa-girl was also sore, but it was more a pleasant ache instead of jabbing pain. All around, it had been a stellar experience. Then Diane barged in, took one look at the room and went into the bathroom. She procured a hose and hooked it up to the shower with a handy attachment and sprayed the entire place down. Nothing and no woman was safe, both Honoka and Quinn sputtering clean obscenities as they weakly tried to escape, but Diane remained relentless. The succubus did pause when Quinn scooped up her phone from the floor, though.

For the first time, the black woman noticed - as she crawled across the wet floor - the rugs were taken out of the Harmony room in preparation for regular hosings. At least the water stayed hot, the place quickly steaming up as Honoka and Quinn grabbed towels and left. Right now, Honoka dozed while she recovered on some cushions, wrapped up in her towel completely - white tank and PJs from earlier clinging to her wet body underneath - and tried not to take it personally she was treated like a muddy puppy only a few minutes ago.

"I didn't think of it, but we need a rotating cleanup schedule," Diane announced as she walked into the commons, wet and trailing steam from the room, flicking bits of ceiling cum off her wings and unable to see through foggy glasses. "Thank goodness for the dungeon draining the hazmat, or else we'd soon be swimming in it."

"I'll put on a maid outfit, dust the furniture, cum on the chandelier." Honoka tried for joking, but it came off a little biting.

Diane paused, wiping her glasses on her shirt and sitting next to Honoka on the cushions, giving her a hug and a kiss. "You ok?"

Honoka sighed, deflating as she snuggled into the hug. "Yeah. It is one thing to talk about doing this scheduled race to the harmonization finish line, but the reality of it is I feel like a jizz dispenser. I don't want to, my brain knows better, but its what it feels like." Honoka laughed, reaching out and hugging Diane tighter. "This is just round one of a hundred, already I'm getting cold feet?"

"If you don't want to..."

"No." Honoka disengaged and sat up, putting the towel under one arm but shuddering a little from the AC. "I agree this is the best way, every time I do this everyone becomes a little safer. If I need to flood this entire dungeon to keep everyone safe, I would. And besides," Honoka said, walking over to Quinn - who still victory danced - and gave her a quick peck before heading out the door, "it is not like cumming is boring: orgasms are awesome. First world problems, amiright?"