Becoming Monsters 2: Ch. 52

Slowly, smoothly, Miaka worked the shaft and Honoka ceased her own ministrations, light touches driving the futanari absolutely batty (ironic, as Miaka had bat wings at the moment). The demonic owl wasn't covering the whole shaft, her position only allowing access to two and a half feet (76 cm).

It was enough, though, for Honoka to seriously consider grabbing all the inches of breast in the family and stuffing them onto Miaka, sensations new to the woman blowing her mind. Not only feathers tickling sensitive skin: Eve tried feather play on Honoka before. This was different. Feathery down coating Miaka's breasts were not large feathers, rather thousands of tiny tufts with only soft wisps attached to each spine. Not like a feather running along a lover's body either. It was a million angels dancing along every part of Honoka's skin, only whispering the tiniest pleasures with each strand, a cacophony of touches running up and down her length.

Miaka felt the tension and hard throbbing first, like the hush upon the ark when the clouds darkened. Honoka's breath stopping as she strained to push through the final point and bring the rain. Gyrated her hips back and forth, both knew this was it, this was the Final Countdown. Miaka scrambled to nab the hose in these crucial seconds, praying she didn't get stuck with a double pussy option (or maybe praying to get it, because it sounded hot).

Blue and red lights flashed behind the van, followed with a single sharp cry of a siren ping.

"Oh crap," all three women said together, Diane turning to the side of the highway with only a little jerkiness, riding a second orgasm wave.

Officer Cruz enjoyed his job. Writing speeding tickets to irritable drivers coming home from a night of debauchery didn't come across as the dream career, but Officer Cruz liked a challenge. He also felt fulfilled making the world a little safer along his stretch of road. And not every day was filled with endless breathalizings. A portion of highway patrol dealt with accidents, first responding to crimes happening on the larger roads of Norfolk and Suffolk counties, sometimes coordinating roadblocks or watching for amber alerts.

Officer Cruz liked his job and performed many duties as a patrolman. However, mild irritation stewed while pulling over a black minivan with tinted windows. He had followed this nearly reckless driver for the last few miles as it weaved between every lane, finally feeling justified to flip the lights. He wasn't irritated because he was about to arrest a drunk driver, he was irritated because drunk drivers puked in the back of his shop (what he called his patrol vehicle). The smell would linger for the rest of the day no matter how many scented car trees he hung on the rear view mirror.

Closing his door, Officer Cruz adjusted his sunglasses in the bright morning sun. The van shook violently, yet Cruz couldn't see past the tint in the windows and had no idea what was going on. Not liking the unexpected, he casually flipped the snap off his holster and put one hand on his gun as he approached the vehicle.

"[...can you two, I don't know, finish up?! It's not like I can flash the cop my...]"

Knocking on the window, Cruz discovered an unexpected sight and unexpected stench when it rolled down. The girl - who must have been a teenager or the middle aged man would eat his hat - was as pregnant as a whole Lamaze class, wearing a dress that wasn't doing a good job of covering anything up top. While she appeared flushed and breathed like she ran a mile, the girl was alert and twitchy. The dash and windshield were covered in opaque drying liquid, the spills all over her dress evidence where the liquid came from.

"Ma'am, can you step out of the vehicle?" Cruz said, though he did hesitate to do anything, this whole affair not covered in standard operating procedures.

"Of course," said the girl, kicking off her shoes and opening the door. She wasn't very steady, her legs shaking badly and her pale skin flushed to the color of a tomato, but eventually she stumbled out. Once outside, the woman hadn't stood for longer than a moment before her jaw locked up and her whole body quaked. If Cruz didn't know better, the girl just got magically tased. This went on for only a couple of seconds before she slumped to the ground, actual smoke wafting out of her hair.

"Are you alright?" Cruz asked, stepping forward but not offering assistance just yet. He hated not acting immediately, being a gentleman, but the Change and all that came after forced police officers to hesitate instead of immediately jumping into a situation they were ignorant of. As many people died trying to help in the early days before the hard lessons and deaths sunk in.

"Yeah, sorry. The baby is Racial and every kick feels like I stuck a fork in a toaster." The girl climbed to her feet, moaning a little as she bit her lip. "It'll...mmm...be fine."

Cruz gave the girl a hard look, something about this all didn't seem right, but he had just seen her buzzed like a fly on a zapper, so it checked out. The fact she looked like she was enjoying the sensation was none of his business. She was coming out of Norwood, after all. That place had all kinds coming and going.

"[Slow down, this isn't...I don't know, hold it!]"

Curious more than anything, Cruz peered towards the side window of the van. The tint remained impenetrable and the mystery of the van had escalated to a possible threat. "I'm going to have to ask you to open this door so I can see inside the vehicle."

"That isn't a good idea," the girl said, grimacing. Glancing upward, her eyes widened in understanding when she caught the officer's meaning. "No, I mean...my wife is having a Change issue and..."

"I am going to have to insist." Regulations were regulations, and right now Officer Cruz thought he had probable cause for suspicious activity.

Defeated, the girl hung her head and walked around the vehicles other side. "If you have to look, at least come over here so passing cars can't see."

That was reasonable, the Change brought a lot of disturbing things, though Cruz kept his hand casually on his gun because this could just as likely be an ambush. Walking around the van, the older patrolman nodded and with tense shoulders, the woman opened the sliding door.

"...I've only got two hands, it's not like this is easy! Diane, good, do you have a Wonka in your purse? We're almost out of buckets and I might have to pussy the rest of this spunk until we get in the dungeon."

Calmly, Cruz shut the sliding door, letting the three girls off with a warning. After his shift, Officer Cruz went home and made love to his wife with more fervor and passion than ever before in their twenty-five years of marriage. It was a turning point in Officer Cruz's life and one which he told no one about for the rest of his days.

Yet sometimes, when the aging man stood naked in front of the mirror after taking his morning shower, he would look down and sigh.

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The video stream was a huge success. Voting among the wives grew heated, and giving Miaka a second vagina became a legitimate option the women wanted to explore as Miaka's reward. Quinn took the buckets of cum and explained she was baking cookies tonight. Honoka announced that was the most embarrassing thing ever and she may never recover.

Lunch was goat masala and rice with naan bread. The recipe was from Padmava's grandmother and it was amazing. Four giant pots of tomato based stew simmered on the stove and eight rice cookers prepared basmati rice in the hosting area the family gathered in for meals. The smell alone salivated those gathered, everyone making unbecoming noises from their stomachs as thirteen hungry people waited for Quinn to finish already!

Dipping a wooden spoon into one of the pots, the pregnant otter daintily sipped and smiled as she slowly smacked furry lips. At this point her daisy dukes and string bikini top were trademarked, black apron spelling out in white across her tummy keep calm and harmonize. It was obvious to everyone the cruel girl was teasing the crowd, putting the spoon back in to stir a few more turns and adding the tiniest pinch of salt.

"I say we take her back to my room and tie her down," Eve said with a menacing voice, eyeing the room and remembering children were present, "then we tickle her until she's unconscious. Maybe then she'll cook faster. All in favor, say aye."

"Aye!" It was unanimous, causing Quinn to flinch. She'd been tied to Eve's straps before and knew what tortures awaited.

"We know you're talking about sex," Aruna mumbled, accompanied with synchronized nods from Jaya and Miu and an eyeroll from Ken.

"Grub's ready!" Quinn announced, careful not to spin her extra weight around and lose balance.

The crowd cheered, Honoka said grace and the whole family jostled in line for food (except for Eve on account that she couldn't get up, but Dolly held two bowls). The meal was a celebration for the first real time in what felt like forever. Money had been getting tighter and tighter, meals simpler and simpler and there had been no end in sight. But with Banda growing pregnant and selling so much milk that they had to ship some of it topside to Aunt Cholena's dairy, then Diane's phat check, things were looking up. The plan was back on track with Eve estimating a banger fiscal year.

Almost. Now that five of the wives were supernaturally pregnant with a total of eleven Legendary babies between them, the amount of food they consumed equaled five times what they had eaten the week before. This wasn't only a pregnancy thing, it was also a Status thing: magical energy came from somewhere, so growing magical babies required abnormal amounts of food to convert into energy. Those five were also all taking special prenatal vitamins that had to be prescribed by their Uncle Aki and didn't come over the counter or cheap.

There was also a bit of a letdown when Diane explained the check she received included the money she would need to spend on ingredients, only 35% of the total amount the eventual net, though they could save a bit depending on what the delving groups harvested out of the dungeon for the alchemist instead of relying on Marco for supplies.

"What time does the plane land?" Banda asked, her pile of rice and goaty sauce piled high into a salad bowl, using a large cooking spoon to shovel it in. Her breasts were so large she sat a few feet away from the table, a bed sheet held together with safety pins her only viable option for clothing.

"Tomorrow morning, early," Akisame replied, much more refined in his eating habits, picking out measured bites with his chopsticks. The picturesque elegance of the Japanese man was ruined as his wife practically inhaled her food next to him and his daughter showed just as much lack of manners on the other side.

"Eaten by a grue!" Honoka shouted, totally forgetting her incipient home invasion by all the families. Groaning, she shoved her empty bowl aside and boinked her forehead on the table. Diane had finally bought Honoka loose breakaway pants, which she wore because they were comfortable and convenient, not because they were such a bright pink many of the wives carried cheap sunglasses with them now just to put them on when Honoka entered a room. Her top was a simple white tank but at least this one fit her new size. Clothing might cost the family more than food in the coming months if this kept up.

"Is it just me, or do you all feel like Hono-chan's geek references are becoming more obscure?" Padmava asked, grabbing one of the pitchers of holstaur milk and refilling Jaya's glass. The naga might be large enough to slither around in spandex and yell Nothing moves the Blob!, but she handled pregnancy better than the other wives. No woman was sure if this was because she was a naga or because she was already a mother.

"Zork's easy mode, references to grues are practically mainstream," Eve said, her bowl balanced on her massive stomach and within easy slurping distance to lick at the delicious Indian sauce remnants. Bikini tops and spandex shorts were her only clothing options and she wore them well. "Yesterday after some hot...cuddling, she said something or other about someone named Littlepip. I had to look it up. My Little Pony not only has fan fiction, it has slash crossover with the Fallout game series and Honoka must have read it."

"Fallout: Equestria is a work of literary art and I will fight anyone who says otherwise!" Honoka yelled into the table, holding up a fist and getting a round of laughs for her troubles.

"Don't worry about all the people coming, I've been talking with your mom constantly and coordinating everything," Diane said, rubbing Honoka's back lovingly. The succubus had on a new muumuu, this one checkered black and teal. "You just be you and let the rest of us take care of the details."

While the words were meant to reassure Honoka, they instead sunk her further into depression. Once again, Honoka felt as if she wasn't needed for anything outside of her penis. It didn't help it really was a relief not to deal with all the people and making sure they were taken care of and all the little details. Honoka couldn't wish for more capable women, and she loved them for stepping up when the shy black girl from Florida just wanted to run and hide.

What can I do? Honoka asked herself.

Before the emotional young woman dug deeper into the depression hole, a knock came to the double doors leading out of the hosting room, followed by a hesitant crack opening and the golden mask of Gwyneth peeked inside.

"I'm sorry, I didn't...I'll, I'll come back. I'm sorry."

"Wait!" Honoka yelled, scrambling out of the cushions away from the low table, jogging over to the door and snagging the retreating lich before she escaped. "I was going to hunt you down after lunch, but this works even better."

Yelping in such a high pitch her echoy voice cracked, Gwyneth was dragged into the room and placed in front of the table of family while Honoka gathered some bags sitting next to the door. Returning, she presented them to the lich with a smile, happy to do something.

"What...?" Gwyneth's voice faded as she held up a pair of brushes, the rest of the bag filled with cheap fans, lines, filberts, ovals and knives. The other bags held dozens of oils, small canvases and an easel that sat on a desk. None of it was top shelf, but it was enough to get anyone started.

Which is why it was so surprising for Gwyneth to drop all the bags and spin away, tearing off her mask and flinging it across the floor as she growled and clutched her face. Unsure what to do, Honoka stepped forward and put her hand on Gwyneth's shoulder.

"Don't touch me!" the lich screamed, black flames dancing past the hood that blocked the back of her head, jerking her body away from Honoka.

Let me go! I want to be clean! I want to be normal!

Vividly, Honoka was brought back to that night on her apartment floor not so long ago, Diane struggling to keep her suicidal wife from doing anything with the knives in the kitchen. Older memories came to Honoka's mind, waking up in a hospital surrounded by her brothers and parents, bandages hiding the deep cuts in her arms, the only time she ever saw her mother cry. Honoka knew the pain of loneliness and what it did to a person.

Reaching out again, Honoka wrapped her arms around Gwyneth's back, gently holding her. At first the lich flinched away, but then she gave up and leaned back, making a hollow coughing noise as they stayed together.

"If you want to talk about it, we're here," Honoka whispered, letting go and standing.

"Everyone I touch dies," Gwyneth croaked, her voice sounding odd. Odder: undead voices were not normal.

Honoka didn't reply with words, instead stepping around and crouching low, using her hands to lift the hem of the lich's hood and push it back, revealing Gwyneth for the first time.

Lich was a rare Race and everyone who Changed became reclusive. There were very few photos, but it was known that they were one of the skeletal undead Races. So it wasn't a complete surprise to see the demonically shaped skull of white bone look up, eye sockets containing two tiny candle flames of black fire burning inside her head. The shape was mostly human skull in form, if longer and narrower, yet the shape had too many sharp edges. The teeth were interlocking fangs instead of molars and bicuspids, her brow poking two small horns above the eyes. Also, not truly bone, features of her skull moving and flexing like changing facial features, partially softening the sinister slant of her eye sockets and creepy demonic smile.

"Come on, sit down," Honoka said, her smile easy as she carefully led the unresisting woman to the table, motioning for Gwyneth to take her seat while Honoka went and grabbed more cushions for herself.

"Would ya like lunch?" Quinn asked, her Southern showing as she already had a heaping bowl ready and slid it across the table.

"I don't need to eat," Gwyneth muttered, peering down at the bowl then spread confused looks around the table. "Why aren't you scared of me?"

"Do we look human to you?" Eve asked sarcastically, waving a spoon at Akisame and Miu across from her. "Most of us anyway."

"I'm gonna marry a dragon when I grow up," Miu announced with pride, tipping her bowl and using her chopsticks to scoop the last masala into her mouth.

"I'm thinking I missed the boat, humans are too mainstream," Aruna said as he got up, gathering half a dozen empty bowls and utensils while sharing a fistbump with Kenneth. "We're going to patrol the area, if that's ok, mom?"

"That's fine," half a dozen women said at the same time, causing snorted laughter as the atmosphere relaxed and family got back to eating the delicious lunch. Aruna and Kenneth walked out after depositing dirty dishes in the sink.

Gwyneth slowly placed a spoon into her food, bringing a steaming scoop to her mouth and placing it past pointy fangs. When the spoon exited, it was empty and nothing spilled out. Her cruel smile slanted farther up the sides of her jaw as she attacked the bowl and appeared as if she wanted another spoon just so she could get more masala inside faster.

"I haven't eaten anything in years," Gwyneth said between bites, scraping the bottom even as Quinn helpfully slid another bowl next to her. "I've forgotten how food tastes! Would it be permissible if I bought a meal from you once in a while? I can pay, I have a little over a hundred dollars now."

Honoka, realizing a Widow's Mite when it slapped her in the face, reached over and put her hand on the lich's bony shoulder. "Your money is no good here, but maybe we can find some other way for you to help out, if you like?"

Pausing, looking down at her bowl, Gwyneth made that hollow coughing noise again as her facial bones relaxed into a neutral state. "Do you know undead Races can't feel or express emotions like normal people? We're numb and fake normalcy using memories we remember before the Change. I know I have sounded emotional in the past - even only a few seconds ago - but it is a clever act. Do you know how frustrating it is to not feel frustrated? I'm so happy now I could burst, yet I don't feel elated. I sometimes get depressed and down while feeling nothing, lacking an outlet for emotions I no longer possess. When I felt Enoch die and the Contract's hold on me disappear, I stood on the bridge, empty. I built the Castle in those early days after the Change, thinking I would embrace solitude rather than live through an existence of unfulfillment. With a thought, I wanted myself to end. I was the one who collapsed my home and prison. I was determined to stop feeling nothing each and every day.