Becoming Monsters 1: Ch. 25

The reality of the situation was much more extensive and expansive. With a single contraction, forty gallons of cum exploded out of Honoka's cock moving at twenty miles an hour (32 kph), instantly cumflating Diane to absurd proportions and knocking her out cold with the impact. The second contraction put another forty gallons in her and pushed her off with the help of a semi-tug from Honoka, who absently set the succubus down as her other hand reached down and tried to guide her penis in a direction more towards the floor to limit the damage. Twelve more contractions, each in the realm of forty gallons to sixty gallons, and when Honoka collapsed on the floor, she created a splash, about two inches (5 cm) of splooge flooding the entire room.

In a panic, the giant woman looked over at Diane, but the succubus lay on her back with her head turned up, so she wouldn't drown, though it was hard to see past the massive beach ball of a stomach the succubus sported at the moment, her twat a veritable waterfall of cum leaking out of it as her body slowly returned to its normal state. Counting herself lucky, Honoka pushed through her headache and post-coital exhaustion to bring all her allocations back to normal, soaking in her own spunk as it absorbed into the floor.

"[You know, some of us were trying to sleep,]" Banda complained on the other side of the door. "[And I don't want to be a prude, but you need to send out a group text, or else girls are going to end up thrown to the floor by expanding boobflesh and...]" When the holstaur opened the door to the Harmony Room and got her hooves drenched in a river of warm, honey-scented cum like a fast-moving white blob, she ran out of words. Banda only stared at the two women, swimming in spunk, one still shrinking down and the other three times her typical tummy size and leaking a white Viagra Falls out of her cunt. Behind her, Padmava - who had suffered some similar allocation weirdness - forked out her tongue and scrunched up her face at the assault of sexual smell coming from the room and washing into the commons.

"Anyone want lunch?" Quinn called from down the hall, jogging into the shared common room and observing the disaster Honoka and her ginger wife created. Pausing, taking it in, Quinn suddenly stamped her foot with a little squish of girlchowder.

"Poo! Now I reckon' Diane got the high score!"

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Diane was delighted to find out she was the new High Score holder at 58%, though her celebration was subdued by three mid-grade healing potions, a handful of aspirin and a giant bag of ice on her crotch. The succubus cheered weakly from the cushions in her section of the home. Too tired to put on clothing, the succubus just draped a blanket over herself and slowly munched on the delicious tacos Quinn prepared. Cleanup wasn't so bad, the dungeon loved Honoka's magic penis butter, though Padmava liberally lit sticks of incense all around the complex to fight the smell of musk and honey.

Eve was next on the schedule, but Banda stepped up and let her sleep for another hour, switching their slots. There was nothing crazy, Honoka tired and suffering from a sensitive dick, Banda renewing the blessings, a tender Missionary on the bed for one orgasm each, 28%. Both worked on quickly washing the room down after. Honoka did promise she would help the holstaur with her evening milking and Banda left skipping, she was so happy. When the goblin roused, the sleepyhead was too tired to do much, sticking a dildo in Honoka's snatch and mechanically jerking the black woman off. Twenty minutes later, with a double orgasm of both types and the goblin yawning into one hand while the other carefully aimed the love gun into the floor, 19%, Eve went in search of any leftover tacos with a promise to do better tonight, she wanted that High Score.

Honoka was enjoying a soak in one of the smaller baths. The TC aligned in this room gave out hot water mixed with rejuvenating minerals and some mana infusion. The half Japanese woman never experienced a better bath in all of Japan - capital of the world for great baths - and tried to ignore her phone on a stone ledge nearby buzzing, reminding her the meeting with Miaka started soon.

She's Nihon-jin, she'll understand, Honoka thought, grumbling as her alarm didn't care. I wonder if we can do the meeting here?

Honoka eventually relented, splashing up and putting on the clothing she prepared. As she was meeting someone from her homeland and Honoka wanted to make a good impression, the afro-asian woman wore a white kimono with yellow dragons stitched into the silk, the obi a darker gold with blue trim to match her eyes. Honoka even put on some makeup - light pink lipstick and dark blue eyeshadow dusted around her eyelids.

She spent far too long on her hair, eventually settling on a double looped pair of buns that looked cute but also professional. Doing her hair also reminded her there was a patch missing from when Benedict blasted her, but the dark color, only missing some hairs and multiple healing potions since then made her forget about it. Not as much of an emotional wreck as that night, Honoka only pondered if she should cut her hair. Before taking any more time, she wondered if maybe she was overdoing it and hustled down the hallways to the front hosting room of the complex.

Everyone else arrived and were dressed to impress. Padmava and Jaya wore matching sari, the mother naga in red with gold designs and the daughter in gold with red designs. Jaya, when she saw Honoka, held her hands up to her face in a squeal of delight and rushed over, only barely stopped from touching Honoka's hair by a quick-thinking Padmava.

Diane was upright but walking gingerly, wearing the barely decent Office Slut outfit from earlier that week: white blouse unbuttoned enough to show off the bright red pushup bra peeking through the partially sheer fabric lifting an impressive amount of cleavage topside, black pencil skirt short enough that if she leaned down Honoka was sure everyone would enjoy a magnificent view of a matching red thong, a pair of garters holding up black fishnet all the way down to shiny red pumps. On anyone else, it would have been indecent, but not only was it kind of tame for a succubus, Honoka noticed Diane remained extra careful how she moved around Jaya to keep the girl from seeing too much.

When in public, Eve liked a grunge gothic look. She traded that in today for something approaching more gothic lolita. Wednesday Adams would be proud. While she didn't have a lot of hair on her head, the goblin usually kept it back in a ponytail. Today she let it out, and it added to the black dress that reached up to her neck with white accents.

Quinn filled a strapless sundress with cartoon cats printed on it, the general coloring scheme a light brown. She wore a strapless bra underneath because her furred puppies were high and tight, the otter girl also wearing a wide-brimmed sun hat and a white scarf tied at her neck. She stood next to a table with drinks and artfully plated sliced fruit. Honoka helped herself to some cantaloupe.

Banda looked slightly odd, her outfit a simple white classical short toga with green and brown trim. Also, evident if she spun too quickly - from her protruding nips to bare butt - commando. When questioned, the embarrassed holstaur woman said this was an official uniform of her Patron Teteoh. She received bonuses for wearing it, but was expected to dress up for formal occasions. Honoka lacked complaints, two vertical cloth wraps loosely holding Banda's massive mams in place leading down into a skirt belted at the waist, both hips open and bereft of any signs of underwear, the short skirt itself cutting off above mid-thigh and probably only an inch or two away from flashing the room.

The wives didn't wait long as the door chime rang, Jaya zooming towards the front gate. A few moments later the green naga girl returned, leading what Honoka would describe as an owl person.

"Before you ask or look stuff up on your phone, my race is kikiyaon." The woman's voice was accented Japanese and Honoka got giddy hearing those airy tones here in the States. "I'm not a beastkin owl type, and as far as I've been able to determine comparing my face to bird websites, I most closely resemble a weird breed of Snowy Owl."

Exotic would have been the word Honoka used, but who was she to care, married to a cobra naga, a holstaur, a succubus, a goblin and an otter beastkin? Honoka didn't know much about birds, but she was pretty sure owls didn't come in bright red with spots of neon blue feathers. Also, unlike most beastkin, she boasted a full head of electric blue hair cut into a ragged pixie, the framing of the do giving her face a more human appearance. Her eyes were huge, shōjo anime huge, and colored a vivid hazel, the blues and greens of her eyes bright and unrealistically primary instead of colors found in humanity. Her mouth was a small black beak poking out of the red down but she spoke without any problem other Races without lips exhibited, likely the beak was in front of a pair of lips hidden under the feathers. She wasn't very tall, between five feet (152 cm) and five-six (168 cm), and she wore a worn Japanese style of martial art attire that looked like a hakama and keikogi but altered for her Race. The keikogi was black and missing sleeves entirely, a magic rune glowing white over her flat right breast. The lack of sleeves was obviously needed because her arms were longer than average and fanned out both sides of her in dominant red and blue spotted wings that reached almost to the floor and fanned out a foot to either side. Her hands were hidden by the feathers and appeared like golden talons with black claws. With her shoulders bare it was apparent this woman's arms were nearly as defined as Banda's, thick traps only partially hidden by the folds of the keikogi. The hakama was black and reached down to her feet, large golden talons and black claws that scrapped into the stone as she walked. Over one shoulder, two metal sticks stuck out while the other shoulder showed a combat shotgun stock. The last was her belt, which looked like a tactical SWAT styled utility and in the hip holster a tanto knife gleamed with mithril silver.

Honoka grew so excited she rushed forward and bowed low with her hands politely crossed in front. "はじめまして!" she shouted, completely forgetting the decorum of welcoming someone into her home.

[Nice to meet you], Miaka replied, giving Honoka a curious look at her dark skin mixed with Japanese features before shrugging and continuing in fluent Japanese. [My name is Watase Miaka. Please take care of me].

[I'm Jefferson Honoka. I'm counting on you]!

"Ahem."

Honoka wasn't sure who behind her interrupted, but it caused Honoka to straighten sharply and Jaya to stifle a giggle. "I'm sure you are a busy woman, so if you would be so kind, I will introduce you to my family and we can get down to business."

Miaka's feathers around her beak turned up, probably her form of a smile, and she graciously accepted a glass of aam panna. Introductions were quick and straightforward, but what happened after Padmava was introduced made the room fall silent.

Immediately falling on her knees in front of Padmava, Miaka pressed her head directly into the ground and stayed like that for a full minute, the dogeza a traditional form of Japanese bowing used only when pleading for one's life or other similar depths of despair. Padmava became incredibly confused and moved to help the woman up, but Honoka's shocked face and small urgent wave stopped her.

"Padmava Nair, I humbly ask that you forgive me, though I do not deserve forgiveness." Miaka's head did not lift from the ground. Her face was hidden as she spoke, but there was a tremor in her voice. "Your husband, the good and honorable Arun Nair, whom I considered a friend and mentor, came to me two days before his death and personally asked me to join his raid of the Bone Castle. At the time, I was aligned with my former disgraceful guild and would not accept his offer because I feared I would lose face. Karma and my own lack of enlightenment show me how wrong I was. Forgive me, I beg you please, forgive me."

No one was sure how to act, what to do. Jaya, possibly the best of them, moved forward and helped Miaka up. It was clear the owl woman was crying inside the torments of Hell. Jaya looked at her and asked the most loving of questions, her childish snake face a mix of sad happiness. "You knew my daddy?"

Chuffing out a laugh past her grief, Miaka nodded. Jaya bent inward to hug the hurting woman. Padmava also joined in the hug and said with gentle understanding, "There is nothing to forgive, but you have my gratitude. My Starlight would never want anyone hurt for his sake. I hope you can always feel welcome in the home he built."

When the hug ended, an embarrassed Miaka looked around at everyone and scratched the back of her head. "Sorry," she said bashfully, giving a half-smile, "I'm told I'm a bit of a drama queen."

"She'll fit right in," Eve murmured, elbowing Diane, who promptly swatted the goblin with her wing before stepping forward and offering the Binding Contract with a pen.

"As discussed, before we go any further, here is an NDR in the form of a Contract and necessary before we can work together."

Miaka didn't hesitate, going over to the table and flipping to the back page, signing without reading anything to the tune of a few shocked gasps. "If I knew Nair-sama was with you, I would have come sooner. I owe her a debt."

All things considered, the rest of the meeting was quick and uncomplicated. Diane and Honoka led the discussion, outlining some of the safer (and censored, because of Jaya) aspects of Honoka's Class and what that meant in practical combat without going into the complete elements of harmonization. Miaka didn't ask many questions, only a few clarifying details. When the group explained what it meant to fully gain access to all Class advantages of the guild, Miaka politely but firmly declined, happy to join their guild but not willing to marry at this time. With everything finished, the Japanese woman agreed to the terms and left, promising to return late tonight with her things to move into the complex and would be ready to start training bright and early with everyone tomorrow morning.

It was only after the kikiyaon left that a premonition of dread crept into Honoka, her childhood memories of early morning training with her mother still haunting her to this day.