Becoming Monsters 1: Ch. 26

"Woah," Banda replied in a Keanu-ish fashion like she just found out she knew kung-fu. "I'll talk to Diane, see what she can brew up." Clopping to her feet, Banda made her way around the shrinking tummy boulder and headed out the door. "I'll fetch some towels and a change of clothes, don't want to ruin that silk robe of yours."

"Kimono," Honoka replied. The holstaur smiled and waved as she walked out, leaving Honoka alone to shrink.

It didn't take long, the chocolate woman only appearing pregnant by the time Banda came back, using the hose to wash then the towels to dry. Banda decided to stay in her white robes, saying she would soak in the Big Bath after this. Judging herself the world champion of wet t-shirt contests, the busty holstaur also wrapped a beach towel around her chest. Honoka took a little time to dry off then put on men's sized tan cargo shorts commando and a peach spaghetti tank with a blond video game princess who may or may not be in another castle printed on the front, her nips announcing she was also braless. They walked out together and were surprised to see the store open for the evening and Jaya womaning the register.

"Hi, Honoka mom, Banda mom!" Jaya said with enthusiasm and a wave before returning to ringing up a tiger man in full plate armor for his handful of potions. "All finished milking? Because we just ran out."

"You got more milk in stock?" The voice that echoed from outside wasn't so much loud as it encompassed the street and store. A massive, purple-skinned giant in a chain mail loincloth and carrying a club the size of a bus - even laying down in the street to look in through the windows - he was at least sixty-feet tall. Other customers leaned their heads away from the big sound, yet it seemed like half a dozen more people perked up and walked off the street to come inside, the promise of more milk bringing all the boys (and girls) to the yard.

Honoka was shocked, stunned speechless. The Ymirian knew she drank a lot of milk, probably polishing off a hundred and fifty gallons (567.8 L) in the last hour, but she considered herself abnormal. Performing the calculations, they possessed about two hundred gallons (757 L) in the back. Banda, however, looked like her child performed Mozart at a concert hall, all the other parents crowding to complimenting her.

"Hundreds of gallons, fresh off the...it's fresh!" Banda ran into the back with loud clops. The room actually filled with cheers. The giant outside also cheered, but in a subdued whisper. The people instantly formed a line and Honoka hopped behind the counter to help.

"You write down the order in the book because Banda mom's aunt gets some of the money, I think so we can use the magic metal thingies." Jaya was adorable as she spoke. It looked like she gained a fanclub too, customers patiently waited for her to train Honoka. "Then the jugs are under the counter and you give out how many they need to fill up what they bought. Right now, the sizes are one and five gallons, but Diane mom says she's ordering larger ones next week. If someone brings back their jugs to reuse them, I give them a discount. Once they have the jugs, they fill it themselves from the metal spigot thingies and I watch them, but everyone's been so nice and there haven't been any problems."

Honoka didn't think it was complicated, but as Banda brought in the first fifty-gallon (189.2 L) drum, business boomed. Phones got involved, soon enough there was a line out the door as the entire Lair received word of fresh milk. The purple giant bought a whole drum himself and drank it there like it was a soda pop, his cries of satisfaction echoing throughout the entire cavern before he set the canister outside and stomped away. It didn't take a half-hour to sell their stock and turn some disappointed people away with the promise of more milk tomorrow.

Honoka's eyes lit up as she looked over the book. For less than two hours worth of work, a hundred and ninety-two gallons (726.8 L) sold, before the cut to Cholena, it still added up to sixty gold coins or three thousand dollars gross. The register looked like it needed to be emptied. Taking a silent moment to enjoy the wealth, the three girls unabashedly basked in the greed.

"Yeah, definitely getting those meal bars," Banda said after Jaya closed the register and returned to work selling potions. "Also, ought to call my aunt and see about finding larger pumps."

"Might require to move everything into one of the rooms downstairs," Honoka mused, leading the two outside into the courtyard to cross towards their rooms. "I don't want to find out which will break first: growing breasts and bellies or ceilings and walls."

"Point." Banda leaned down and sloppily kissed Honoka, who returned the favor. "Have fun with Eve."

Honoka smiled nervously. "I hope so? I might be scared."

"The little monster is a masochist, not a sadist." Banda hesitated before the door to the Big Bath. "Not much of a sadist. It should be fine."

Honoka chuckled, though she took her time walking back to her rooms.

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"I don't see any problem here."

Eve said this with all seriousness, dressed in what Honoka would describe as a complicated weave of thin red leather strips emphasizing her otherwise naked body instead of covering it, spread eagle on the bed and tied down like she was a buck on the hood of a car with ratcheting cargo straps. Honoka, standing on the side of the bed, was similarly dressed in black fetish leathers, her masculine styled outfit accounting for her black cock. The uncomfortable half-asian wife held a cat 'o nine tails whip in one hand, wondering how her life took a turn towards Zardoz without her realizing it.

"I'm just not comfortable doing this," Honoka said honestly, lamely fiddling with the whip.

"Then, we don't do it," Eve replied simply, easing a lot of pressure off Honoka's shoulders. "Rule number one of any bondage or sadomasochism is both parties need to be into it." The goblin rotated her wrist to grab the quick release of the ratchets but Honoka reached out her hand, stopping Eve.

"It isn't...I don't..." The black woman lacked the right words and tried to convey everything with a pleading look.

"You don't understand how someone can find any sexual enjoyment out of torture and inflicting pain on a loved one makes you physically ill."

"Yahtzee! That." Honoka smiled as she sat on the bed and booped Eve's enormous nose.

"I'm with you, sister: pain sucks." Eve appeared very relaxed being tied to the bed, the entire thing absurd as the greenie calmly spoke with that metallic rasp to her voice. "I'd forgotten how much pain hurts until you allocated me. I think any time you put me in a human body, I am going to freak out about stubbing my toe. Which is my point. I no longer feel pain. In fact, it's the opposite."

"But I can still hurt you," Honoka said, setting the whip down and folding her hands together.

"The most potent healing potion Diane can make is on the nightstand, including gauze and saline. Quinn is in the commons room watching those sappy romcoms she likes and can rush in here if there's any trouble. Either one of us says 'lollipop,' we immediately stop. Today is a simple training exercise, nothing extreme like choking, wax play or shock therapy. And most importantly, unless you want me to, this is all one-sided: you are not going to get a single scratch."

Honoka thought about it, thought about it some more as the minutes ticked by. It was ridiculous, causing her to smile at nothing as she studied the tied up and leathered goblin woman patiently waiting for her wife to make a decision. That trust, more than anything, is what decided it for her. Honoka had been a goblin and knew they mirrored the attention span of a media news cycle. For Eve to calmly wait must require enormous amounts of willpower and monumental trust. Honoka also understood, rationally, that this would drive the little green woman wild with pleasure: Honoka might be the only non-goblin to experience this first hand.

"Ok, how do you want this?" Honoka asked, kneeling on the bed and picking the whip back up.

"Fast and hard, like I want most things," Eve replied, smiling her fanged smile. "That kind of whip works best with a circular motion from the wrists, gives it that extra little flick."

Rolling her wrists experimentally, Honoka felt a wave of dizziness that sent her partially onto the bed. Wondering what was wrong, Honoka discovered a surprise when she realized she'd been allocated all this time. Six points of Strength and six points of Endurance, from when she milked Banda earlier. Usually, not a big deal, the drain on her MP minuscule for so little a change, but it had been maintained for hours, Honoka's MP already low from the romp with Diane earlier. 4% was her current reading and it made the situation...not dire, though definitely urgent. If it went down much lower, she'd probably pass out.

"Hold up, need to refresh my MP." The futa-girl kept the allocations on, knowing the next couple of hours with Eve would physically tax her and she'd probably want the Class assist. She grabbed two powerful MP potions from the cabinet and popped them both, the taste forcing her to dry heave, it was so bad. Her stomach also rebelled, the pain of something like an ulcer manifesting in her gut. That was it for today, then, too many powerful potions reacted inside her body and if she took any more without letting her system recover, she'd be peeing blood or worse tonight.

"Alright, MP is over fifty and climbing. I'll need to watch it because I've hit my potion limit."

"You are such a min/max munchkin, and you don't even know it," Eve muttered, looking at Honoka like she was some kind of idiot. "The Health Attribute measures a person's potion tolerance, grab some from Padmava and drink a dozen more of those things. In fact, if there's some loose Wisdom you can allocate, grab those points because that increases the rate your MP recovers."

Honoka's jaw dropped. Of course, her Class let her break all the rules. She felt like a dumb genie that just let someone wish for more wishes. The physical advantages of allocation was visible and quantifiable, but what if she raised her Luck by twenty points? Her Health? Her allocation abilities were limited by her MP which would recover faster if she just allocated more Wisdom!

"You're welcome, and thanks again for bringing my Intelligence back up." Eve lay back and looked decidedly smug.

In affectionate irritation, Honoka flicked the whip down with a crack across Quinn's thighs.

"Oh yeah, hurt me more, Snake!"

"You are so weird." *whi-SNAP*

♫ Sometimes love, don't feel like it should ♫ Eve's voice was surprisingly melodious and on perfect pitch.

*CRACK*

♫ Baby, hurts so good ♫

"Ug, now I want bacon." *crack-whi-CRACK*

At this juncture, Eve writhed and moaned, humming out the guitar riffs of the song and Honoka played along, growing more confident, putting more and more force into the cracks. In the end, there was nothing complicated about what Honoka did. It could have been a feather duster in her hands and she mercilessly tickled her lover. It was the emotive response Eve provided that the black woman wanted to reciprocate. Everything about this was practical. The tough skin of a goblin never broke from the short whip strands, only a bit of blue discoloration in the green that would quickly fade. Eve wasn't tied down because of a submissive fetish, it was to prevent her from scratching herself in a pain/pleasure induced frenzy like Honoka did when she allocated to a goblin. This was all about her strange Race and not about deviant behavior, which is when the mischievous hermaphrodite added her penis into the equation.

"See...yes!...this is what I'm talking about! No lube, no foreplay, just shove a dick in my hole and jackhammer away!" Eve came almost immediately upon entry but Honoka kept going, pounding like John Henry in a railway tunnel. It would have been better if Honoka arranged them in a better position, spreading her knees out and bending downward in an awkward angle, but the sledgehammer analogy remained apt as Honoka threw her entire body weight into each thrust, bottoming out as far into the shallow goblin cunt as Honoka pushed her meat into the hole. It was hard, only a little moisture gathering from the pleasure/pain orgasm, yet it quickly slicked as something tore and a trickle of blue blood appeared on her black cock. After settling into a proper rhythm, Honoka added the whip back into play and this time aimed at Eve's small breasts.

"Hey...I've been meaning...*CRACK* YES!...huh...huh...been meaning to ask...would you be interested in a little anal?"

"Nope." Honoka perspired, the angle too steep. This was challenging to perform with only part of her thighs while keeping the whipping up. "Sorry, it is on my list. No real reason, just don't...like it."

"It's cool...wondered..."

"Not that I...I don't care if you do it...I'm not offended..." Honoka gulped air now, her dick thickening in preparation for the cumming ejaculation. "But I don't want it done to me nor do it with someone else...sorry."

Eve tried to respond, but Honoka plunged down as far as possible and then pushed a little further, roaring as she came. The tiny twat was so tight, the mystical spunk remained sealed inside with minimal leakage. Eve experienced her first cumflation. For most women, this was a painful fantasy, but Eve's eyes just rolled up and she shuddered in her own orgasm as she stretched towards a beer belly's worth of cum in her womb before the pressure surpassed her vaginal elasticity, the resulting surge coating both women in jizz.

When the chocolate Ymirian finished a few minutes later and flopped with a little splash next to Eve - soaking in her own splooge - Honoka gave the panting goblin a tender peck on the cheek and then a real hard titty twister at the same time.

"Not into guys at all, but that fu...fudgestick of yours is pretty gnarly."

"Gnarly?" Honoka asked, poking the side of the goblin's nose with a twinkle in her eye.

"Shh, don't tell anyone," Eve said quietly, lowering her voice, "but I grew up in SoCal. I'm a valley girl."

"I won't tell anyone," Honoka whispered conspiratorially, "but I'm sure Quinn of the Super Hearing already sent out mass texts and is making memes of it as we marinate in my cum."

Eve's phone, in a plastic bag on the nightstand, immediately buzzed. Eve groaned when she realized her secret was out. This was also when Honoka noticed six water bottles and some Dire eggs sitting there.

"Ok, I'm totally cool with the wives knowing but I will have my revenge against a certain otter!" Eve rotated her wrists and releasing herself from the straps, quickly moving out and adjusting her red leather outfit. "Now let's try something I've been thinking about. Should really rake in the points. I call this the Scissor Cockpit."

The position was uncomplicated...ish. Eve even drew pictures. It wasn't actually a lesbian scissor position, more of a mashing of vaginas with Honoka laying flat on her back and her legs open wide while Eve straddled her legs on each side of Honoka's penis and used the erect pole to pull herself into contact with an upward grinding motion against the pussy. Honoka actually did very little in this position, hoisted as her pelvis was by two pillows, it was more a matter of Eve's incredible Agility and almost constant effort on her part to make it work. It kinda reminded Honoka of pole dancing, at least from the drawings. Really, it looked too tricky for anything more than a pipedream, but Eve bounced from anticipation. After spraying the bed down with the hose, they moved into position and the little goblin started to work.

"The key is this is a race against stamina," Eve explained, easing herself down and slowly rubbing their labia together. "You don't possess a clit and this won't involve any penetration, but I need to stimulate you enough for a female ejaculation before I fall over from exhaustion. Also, no good if you cum with your penis because I need the leverage. I need to balance your urgency, orgasm myself, then at the final moment, three-way happy ending. Good thing I got you for tonight instead of the schedule because I always knew this would take longer than an hour. Strap in and drink some water or eat some eggs, this is going to test our limits."

Eve proved herself a skilled lesbian lover. Even Honoka's outfit had this in mind because her coochie was clear of any leather and the goblin obtained unfettered access. There was no rush, no fast movements, each motion controlled as the goblin used her whole body to slide up and down and around Honoka's snatch. It was incredibly erotic, how she contorted her body in ways beyond human and stretched and moved, utilizing her legs and hands behind her to press herself up and even lapping at the folds in ways Honoka never experienced. It was a tango of such beauty that Honoka found herself mesmerized even as her soft penis slowly grew back into fighting form, which is when the goblin really shifted into high gear.

The goblin's description proved accurate, she only used the shaft as a brace to pull herself up and down and around the fleshy bits of her womanhood. While there was not direct attention given, Eve's indirect grabs and pulls and rubs slowly built Honoka's rod harder and harder. However, each time it reached a point of stimulation close enough to warrant a warning throb, Eve would back off, pulling her hands behind herself and going back to her slow and sensual connection of two women.

Honoka now knew what Eve's superpower was: it was edging. She possessed a sixth sense in pushing Honoka to an almost, physiology ready to take over, then the sadist would back off and attack from a different direction. One part maddening one part anticipation and all part building unfulfilled lust, it was easy to lose time as Honoka's body and emotions were set adrift at sea and lost in an odyssey of mythic proportions.

It was like a whirlpool, sitting next to Greek cliffs leading to the land of monsters, Honoka sailing too close to Charybdis. When she realized it was too late to break free, drifting in the impossibly broad circle at a glacier's pace, Honoka succumbed to the inevitable. Every rotation brought her closer and closer to the center, each rotation gaining speed until the woman was sucked into the bottom by a creature of unlimited thirst.

Hours passed, neither of them speaking, only the ragged breathing and desperate moaning of two women was heard. Eve came three times, the advantage of her sporting a clitoris making all the difference. Four of the empty bottles of water were scattered on the bed and no eggs were left. If Honoka remembered the beginning of the event, she would have been amazed at the difference in speed Eve gyrated right now to when she started. Like a boiled frog, Honoka missed the incremental changes. Eve was a demon, alternating on and off the turgid pole, Honoka's shaft a bloated and purple mess that looked angry at being denied its due. If Honoka sported testicles, she was sure they would be solid blue at this point. Although both women lubricated themselves long ago and included some skilled application of goblin saliva, her futanari pussy fiery and raw at this point, even as it quivered and contracted so close to release Honoka was ready to just shove her fingers in and squeak her pink. She tried that a few times, but Eve slapped her away so the black woman settled for swirling her pelvis up and down to climax faster.

When it happened, the most overwhelming feeling aside from every muscle in her body locking into place was relief. This wasn't a screaming orgasm, it was as if all the energy in her body left through her girl cavity in a drenching wave of satisfaction so strong it came in the form of an orgasm. Eve took the coital soaking as a signal and she latched both her hands on Honoka's throbbing pole and bent it down even as she rapidly massaged it to the final precipice. Then Honoka screamed, screaming the triumphant roar of a lion as her white rope of girlchowder arced across the entire room and splashed against the far wall.