Becoming Monsters 1: Ch. 33

This wasn't a flood or torrent or any other descriptor Honoka used before. This was Biblical, like the entire Red Sea falling on top of the Egyptian army or Noah guiding the last animals on the ark while it rained.

Honoka couldn't scream past her locked jaw, but she tried, her throat going raw from the sound she forced past her teeth and into the massive boobs on top of her face. Hot jizz filled up Diane instantly and cumflated her to comical proportions before she shot off and tumbled over Honoka and Padmava, her breasts acting as a pendulum when she flipped over both women and landed behind them with a ground-shaking crash. Honoka wanted to check to see if Diane was alright, but she couldn't move as her entire body froze in rictus and shot ejaculate into the air.

"She's copacetic, I think!" Padmava shouted into Honoka's ear, covering her head with her hands to keep the splooge rain at a minimum. "Boobs took most of the impact! Looks like she's still cumming, her stomach is as large as a car, but I see a smile over there."

Honoka would have wanted to witnessed that, or even responded, but the fountain continued. Honoka knew a little bit about flow rate and how water traveled through pipes. She didn't have the exact equations in her head, yet if liquid of a specific volume pushed through a small tube, that increased the speed the liquid traveled out of the pipe, known as pounds per square inch, or PSI.

Her cock was enormous, and she felt her urethra increase in size to about twelve inches (31 cm) diameter, but the amount of jizz shooting out of her cock still traveled at a pressure of around one hundred PSI. For reference, a garden hose outputs a PSI of fifty, so think of a stream twice as steady and thirty times as thick, blasting twenty feet (6 m) into the air before splashing down on a lot of screaming and scrambling women. Honoka lacked control, each contraction making her shaft wobble and change the direction of the spray, slathering everything in its waterfall of cum like Staypuff at the end of her favorite movie coating New York.

It took over ten minutes for Honoka to stop ejaculating, her massive tool going flaccid, her mind clearing enough to move most of the allocations back to their proper wives (keeping holstaur boobs on Diane to allow her to contain the milk without hurting herself). This was a mistake when Diane moaned and then screamed, her shrinking womb still full of hundreds of gallons of cum, forced to expel what she couldn't hold as she shrunk.

Honoka looked around and tried to quantify the damage. The room glistened white, her love cream covering everything. And while the girls looked unharmed, they were liberally coated in spunk. The only two women able to avoid a jizz bath were Dolly and Miaka, the first quick on her feet and adroit enough to get far away, the other taking flight early to keep clear. All together, Honoka estimated she just ejaculated...this was some crazy math, but it sounded about right...around 11,000 gallons (41,640 L) of cum. Enough to fill the entire capacity of a standard-sized inground residential pool with a deep-end of nine feet (2.75 m).

This was not a pool, though, the sploogy cockbutter everywhere and sloshing as it oozed across the entire floor. There was a faint slurping sound while the dungeon absorbed everything as rapidly as possible. In the next hour, it was likely there wouldn't be a drop of the magic semen anywhere in that basement. Cleaning off her eyes with shaking hands, Honoka tried to get up but fell back with a squilch, giggling as she glanced at everyone and their basted bodies.

"Might want to cast that fertility spell on everyone, just in case, Banda," Honoka said, receiving tittering chuckles while everyone squeegeed themselves ineffectually and made their way to the baths.

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Much later, exiting the bath wrapped in a few towels, Honoka heard the gong signaling someone was at the front gate. This worried Honoka, Jaya and Aruna were currently near the front inside the store, but not worried enough to cause a panic. The rest of the girls - except for Diane, who waved everyone away while she stayed downstairs and milked herself - were still relaxing or finishing what they began, essentially continuing the orgy in the Big Bath, so Honoka made her way to the front herself.

She did stop off first in Eve's room to grab the Glock, her own Ruger lost somewhere in the Castle raid.

"I'm sorry, my mothers are currently unavailable. You will need to return some other time." Aruna was speaking calmly. Honoka could hear him speaking to someone, both parties hidden on the other side of the temporary plywood acting as the compound's current gate. "If I can get your name and a way to contact you..."

"I have nothing and nowhere to go," announced an imperial voice that sounded desperate and hollow, Honoka vaguely thinking she'd heard that voice before. "It took me this long just to find your place. I have run completely out of options."

"I can't just..." Poor Aruna, it sounded like he didn't know what to do, Honoka accelerating her pace across the large courtyard.

"Please, I will wait as long as is needed, right here. I need to speak to the girls who saved my life."

When Honoka arrived at the gate and pushed some of the wood out of the way to get to the street, the young woman was surprised. Really, at this point, she thought there were no more surprises remaining, but here was another one starring at her face behind a golden mask and under a hood. The Lich of Bone Castle stood in front of her house.

She appeared like she was desperately hiding, resembled a refugee (which she was at this point), a soot-and-dirt covered blanket wrapped entirely around her, concealing her features and the clothing she wore altogether. Only if one looked upward and directly at her face would they see the golden mask underneath. Behind her loomed two burly figures also wrapped entirely in blankets and wearing wooden masks. From the light clicking noises, Honoka reasoned they were probably skeletons. Aruna stood in front of the Lich, his hand resting on his sword while Jaya poked her head out of the store doorway a dozen feet (3.7 m) away, her green-scaled face concerned and worried.

"Its fine, Aruna, go back in the store with Jaya," Honoka said, making sure to hold the gun behind her back as the boy complied and guided his sister inside. A month ago, Honoka would have been mortified at the thought of walking out in the street with only two towels wrapped around her body and a third helping to dry her hair, but she was not the same woman she had been a month ago. Her finger on the trigger, she had the safety mechanism slightly depressed and ready to disengage. Recent events made her willing to do anything to protect her family. Looking at the golden mask, Honoka directed her question to the Lich. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"I..." The taller woman wavered, her movements looking hesitant and unsure. "I have no place to go. You freed me with one other in your group directing me on how to escape, but I am not unknown for the trouble I caused in my slavery. If people realized who I am, I would be killed." Pausing, bowing her head slightly but otherwise unable to ascertain what Honoka was thinking, the Lich lowered her voice and spoke much softer. "I am homeless and helpless. I possess nothing to offer and no reason to think you would help aside from already being a recipient of your kindness. I beg of you, I seek asylum."

Honoka was no great master at ferreting out lies or understanding the character of a person she just met. She lacked those kinds of instincts, and it backfired on her in the past. If this had been last month, she would have either frozen in indecision or flat out refused. However, she wasn't her older self. The Ymirian delver learned greater joys by dropping her guard and trusting people. It might lead to disaster, yet Honoka lacked the ability to live another way.

Sighing, Honoka stepped aside and motioned with the handgun for the group to come inside. She did that on purpose - trusting someone and lacking caution were two different things - and the Lich paused when she saw the weapon but moved forward anyway, the two goons silently following.

"I'm not making any promises," Honoka said, walking towards one of the buildings on the right that no one resided in at the moment, the Lich and her entourage following behind, "because the rest of the family is going to need to sign off on this, but for right now we have lots of empty dorms."

"Thank you," the Lich said, stopping in front of the door to a common room and three bedrooms that Honoka gestured into. "I..."

Honoka held up her hand, giving the Lich a hard look as she folded her arms, the gun still in plain sight. "Don't thank me yet, I don't really know what you've done or how dangerous you are. There's a line from a movie I just watched that fits this situation rather well. I hope you take it to heart from the group of women who recently killed a guild and a delusional man who thought he was a god: Good night, sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning. We'll talk soon." Without another word, Honoka turned around and walked down the hall, the Lich sagging in upon herself before shuffling into her rooms.

"You sure about this?" Miaka asked, wearing only one towel over her breasts and holding her shotgun, giving Honoka a shock as she materialized from around a corner.

"Maybe?" Honoka continued down the hall, thinking of the coming conversation and wondering who would keep watch on their guest until trust was established. "I can either be a woman who locks herself in her home and hides from the world or I can reach out and experience life. I might get hurt - and I'm going to make dang sure we are safe before we decide on anything - but I will not close myself off from the world anymore."

Miaka nodded, not really agreeing or disagreeing, just understanding her wife and her decisions. "She going to become number eight?"

"Probably not, but who knows?" Honoka couldn't help herself, she leered as they walked, her perverted mind already wondering what was under that mask. "Got a lot of empty rooms to fill."

Epilogue

Because of unions, the Boston docks were silent and empty through the early hours. The ocean waves lapping on shore, pylons and concrete as distant winds whispered their secrets: it was considered tranquil. There weren't many guards, budget cuts and cameras keeping fat rent-a-cops on their butts in tiny offices. Sometimes, they glanced up from their phones to see more of nothing, just like every other boring night.

But some Races and Classes didn't care about cameras. What is a little electronic surveillance to the powers of the Status? All one guard saw was that a door on a shipping container was open. He wasn't sure if the large metal box wasn't ajar when he began his shift, going back to the freemium game he enjoyed. If the distracted man paid attention to other cameras, he might have seen some gravel disturbed here and there, or noticed when the chain holding a side gate shut rotted to nothing.

Miles away from the ports of Boston, outside Callahan Tunnel, the time tolled midnight. A well-meaning police officer stopped her car and pulled up to the side of the road. Stepping out, she strode to a little girl in a jumper style dress and wearing blond hair in pigtails, calmly walking on the side of the road.

"Are you lost? Are your parents nearby?" the woman officer asked, looking around cautiously for any signs of danger on the empty road. "Do you need any help?"

The little girl didn't reply. When the light of her flashlight picked up some details, the instincts of the cop made her place a hand on her holstered gun. "Miss?"

Still no reply, the girl continued to advance forward. At first, the cop assumed this girl was only five or six years old, but she made out details now her unconscious mind picked up on. A longer face with small breasts underneath the dress, eyes hard with the gaze of resolute determination and something else that spoke of the harrowing times the cop spent overseas with the Marines. Adjusting the age of the girl as older and chalking it to Status or Race shenanigans, old instincts came alive again. Wary now, the cop stopped and put her foot back a little, wondering how to handle the situation.

"Miss? I'm going to need to ask you to stop for your own safety."

The woman who looked the same height as a little girl didn't stop, striding calmly down the dark and silent streets. Behind her, lying in a pool of blood, the body and head of the policewoman were arranged on the ground next to each other, cooling in the night air as her vehicle idled nearby.

Miles away and leaving behind only a few dead bodies, the little girl pulled out her phone and checked a map, changing her direction slightly to reach the nearest bridge leading over to the former college city of Cambridge, currently known as the dungeon oriented business district of Harvardtown.