Monstrous Lovers Ch. 03

My familiar flopped from my tail into a drooly pool of my juices. It glowed for a moment, the pinkish coloration brightening with internal luminescence. The puddle began to evaporate as the little thing began to shiver, the shape changing before my eyes. By the time it was done, it had gained a flanged, suction cup base and a slight curve to it, the head a little pronounced with the uniquely cock-shaped helmet. I leaned over to pick it up as the glow faded, when it felt like a ceramic disc shattered in my gut. Curling around my stomach I held it tight, a wriggling nubbin of skin on my crotch piling up and extending. A wrinkly sack wobbled slightly inflating before catching my testicles as they dropped for the second time in my life.

Another bit of strangeness I never would have thought I could experience. VR, your ability to confound and impress knows no bounds.

"He's back!" I cried joyfully. My penis drooped against my sweat-slicked stomach. Physically exhausted after having generated, or regenerated, two pieces of my body, I was content to just lay there. Twin spheres dropping from above my taint, my nuts filling my scrotum once more.

Fucking hell, this game is strange.

I scratched idly around the area, nothing sexual, just a good 'hello' fondling between old friends. My grin was one of lazy satisfaction. Firm with little give, my protozoan familiar had a good heft to it. Still silly from Roslyte's potion, I childishly pressed the suction cup to my forehead.

"Look, I'm a dildo-corn." There was a sharp pinch where my familiar attached to my face. Roslyte and Gwen looked at first amused and then concerned. Utilizing little shakes, I waggled the faux cock at them humorously.

"Uhhh. You okay there Chance?" Gwen asked.

"...Yeah?"

"And you're new... horn. It feels okay?"

"Sure. It's fine, it's just a suction cup, it'll pop right off." On my way to peel it from my head. My fingers glanced against the helmeted tip, and I felt it.

I can feel through my cock horn?

Confusion rapidly turned to fright.

WHAT THE FUCK?!

Panicking, I threw my head back, my hand encircling the spongy tissue, about to yank it free. My new sexual organ didn't feel bad, but the fact that it was there at all was extremely unnerving. The idea burned off the lingering poison with a rush of delicious, coppery adrenaline. I yanked at it. A spasm arced through my back, the sensation of my hand both familiar, and distinctly different than what I was used to feeling. I released it and looked at the two woman with dinner plate eyes.

"I have a cock on my head. What do I do?" I yanked on it again, accomplishing nothing but a spasm of touching my dick.

"If you want to take it off, that's exactly the wrong way to go about it. It's nearly impossible to remove a suction cup by pulling perpendicular like that. You need to breach the seal first, once the vacuums gone it should be trivial to separate it from your skin."

Heart racing, I scraped my nail along the curve just above my eyebrow. I nearly melted with relief when I encountered the edge. Slipping underneath, I peeled my familiar away, the stream of sensation was immediately severed with a sloppy 'shllllrrrp' of the suction releasing. I caught the falling dildo with my free hand, immediately pressing the button that turned it back into a safe, innocuously wobbly pink slime.

Rosylte and Gwen took one look at me before they both burst out laughing.

"What?" I asked, confused by their outburst and continuing laughter.

"You have a nice shiner there Bullseye."

The skin where the suction cup had attached stung, and I rubbed at it.

"It's like you got a hickey from a lamprey eel."

Only you would know what a lamprey eel is, you nerd.

"Just because I have databases full of most knowledge in existence does not make me a nerd."

But the fact that enjoy lording your obscure knowledge over me does.

Eve fell silent, but I could feel her grumbling in the background.

Point to Chance.

"Why couldn't my familiar get this adaption before I gained a tail?" I complained.

"You don't like it?" Gwen asked in a hurt voice.

"It's... different. And the things you did to it..." Yum. "I think it'll just take a bit to get used to."

Roslyte walked up and took pity on me, smearing my face with a bit of potion from her bosom that smelled faintly of mint and took the sting away. "I would suspect that the reason it evolved the way it did was probably due to the fact that the essence it used was from your newly formed tail and the fact that you wished for your manhood to be returned to you."

"Does that mean that your essence had something to do with it becoming a jiggly cock in the first place?"

She gave me a deadpan look. "What am I the goddess of?"

"Right. Good point."

"Besides, I like things that vibrate." She shrugged. "That's not a crime."

"I also like things that vibrate," Gwen chimed in. "And if you are being honest I think you would admit that you liked things that vibrate too. It certainly seemed that way when you sealed the protozoan against my-"

I threw my arms up into the air. "Alright we all like things that vibrate. Sheesh. I never said that there was anything wrong with my familiar being the way it is. It's just that I sort of hoped for something a little more..." I trailed off, as I thought of an idea.

"Is he okay?" Gwen asked Roslyte. "Did you give him the knockout potion by mistake?"

"I don't think so."

An excited grin crossed my cheeks. "Roslyte, I think I've got a way to take care of your feathered stalker." I tossed my jiggly pink dildo familiar into the air menacingly. "Once and for all."

Approximately an hour later, and Roslyte stood alone in a small clearing of trees in the middle of the forest. The trees had been felled in a circle with a small runway, each of them with a single hoofprint indented into their base. She looked to where I was hidden in the trees behind her for confirmation. I nodded, feathering the clasp on my cloak. Then she turned toward Gwen who was hidden amongst the upper branches of the still upright tree, her armor darkened to blend with the shadows along the trunk. Having ensured that our preparations were complete, she took out a glittering silver potion. The cork popped free and she immediately threw it up into the air. A brilliant trail of light followed the glass vial as it flew upward, the liquid inside reacting to the air by splintering into a million globules of bioluminescent stars. The pillar of light went up maybe four hundred feet or so before the large vial finally ran empty. The beacon was slowly losing cohesion as the motes of light began to diffuse out into the air.

The bait is set. Now we just have to wait to see if we get a nibble.

"I'm tired of running you feathery assed lackey! Come test your mettle if you dare, you servile bootlicker!" Roslyte challenged with a roar, the sound echoing out into the otherwise silent twilight.

We didn't have to wait long.

She came in like a streak just over the treeline, utilizing the runway Roslyte had created to rush the unconcerned holstaur. The demigoddess sidestepped the attack, her hair blowing every-which-way with the backdraft of the harpy's passing. Wings snapped open and she stopped on a dime. Maybe five feet away, her wings flapped once to pirouette her in the air so she faced Roslyte. I held my nerve, clutching at the clasp of my cloak. Tossing a feathered wing forward sent sharp looking pinion feathers at my friend. Roslyte managed to avoid a few but two caught her in the forearm she used to defend her head and throat, while one sank into her thigh with a thunk. Blood spurted out, soaking into the grass and releasing the coppery scent in the air.

I decided it was time to act, reaching the small limit I had in watching my friend suffer without doing anything.

"Moxy!" I cried out, my throat expanding under the magic of the artifact to release the disorienting soundwave. It caught her in the midst of her second toss, throwing the feathers out wide where they couldn't harm anyone. Using the short stun as the signal, Gwen leaped from her perch, floppy pink dildo clutched in a paw with a wide eyed, adrenaline junky smile on her face as she sailed the thirty or so feet to the momentarily grounded harpy slicing down with her free hand before she'd even landed. Almost instantly, she ate a right cross that sent her twenty feet in the air for her trouble; but not before she managed to slap my familiar onto the harpy's crotch.

"What sort of infernal device is this?" Debbie reached between her legs, grasping at her new male appendage. The instant her hand wrapped around it, she spasmed, falling to the ground in a heap. I watched her carefully twitch and writhe in the grass. I emerged from the treeline, meeting Roslyte and Gwen who was rubbing at the dent in her stomach armor.

"What do we do now?"

They shrugged.

It was more than a little strange to watch her feathered form fall motionless only to start the twitching cycle all over again by touching her increasingly tumescent cock.

"We don't..." Wincing, I pointed at my tail, using my control to open and close my flaps. "Do we? That feels a little too... Rapey. For my taste."

"Don't worry about that. I've been where she is right now. After you get a taste... Well, what comes next is practically inevitable."

Slowly, Debbie seemed to regain control of her body, her touches growing bolder, each one followed by a full body shiver.

"Why?" she whispered in a plaintive voice. "Why does it feel so good?" Her heels under her butt, she arched her back, dragging her wings through the grass. The involuntary motions left the once pristine white feathers marred with a green residue. I thought it actually helped her aesthetics, where before she seemed like a statue carved out of pure marble, the sullied feathers brought her down to the realm of mortals.

"Soooooo," I said, slowly averting my eyes from the increasingly enthusiastic woman. "How bout that weather?"

"Terrible segue Chance, but I appreciate the sentiment. Let's give her some privacy. I think I have a deck of cards in my pack. I can teach you a few games and fleece you... I mean, have some friendly games," Gwen said with a smile, draping her fuzzy arm around my shoulders. Her tail encircled mine as it poked awkwardly from my clothing, not having the tailoring that my manticore friends armor did. She led me off to the side of our clearing, her other hand snagging Roslyte who was relishing her revenge over her hunter and her old-god by association.

After an hour or so of a brand new card game, I was down big. Gwen and Roslyte had mutually decided to play for sexual favors instead of any other currency and I didn't see any reason to object.

Besides, it's not like they've been selfish lovers. Once we get into it, I'm sure they will give as good as they get.

"They're certainly giving it to you good right now Boss. "

That was the past. I think I've got the hang of it now and I feel a hot streak coming.

Gwen was in the process of dealing out a new hand, when a limp and very abused looking protozoan familiar slammed into the middle of the tree trunk we were using as makeshift card table.

"What the fuck was that?" she demanded, her chest and belly soaked with varying degrees of drying cum. Where there was once a pristine patch of asexual skin between her legs, she now sported a cute, demure little pussy, whose purplish folds just barely poked free from the fatty tissue surrounding it.

"That was my familiar," I said, snatching the soaking droopy sex-toy in my hand. Somehow it gave me the impression of being completely exhausted.

How the hell did she manage that?

"Probably with a good deal of self-lovin. She choked the chicken a little too hard. She slapped the weasel til he couldn't see straight. She-"

That's enough of that, I thought with a chuckle.

I gave it a good shake to remove most of the cum before clicking the button on the end, returning it to the blob like form.

Remind me to gather some of this later. It would be nice to get some upgrades to my familiar that aren't completely sex based. Otherwise, before too long it'll probably possess heat-seeking rocket powered, self-aware super dildo abilities.

"And all the world shall tremble in fear of the ultra-orgasms it brings. But will do, note has been recorded."

"And why did you do all of that?" Debbie huffed, waving her arm back towards the open fields.

Roslyte gave the harpy her best 'really?' expression.

"Okay. I guess that was dumb." She sniffled sadly before straightening out a nearby log and sitting on it next to us. "It's not like it changed much in the long run. Rinlith has very little patience for failures and my deadline was running out to bring her in."

"Why did he have such a hard on for me anyway? I would've been perfectly content with never seeing him again."

The feathered woman snorted. "Hard on. That expression makes so much more sense now." She faced Roslyte while she began to scrub herself clean of her seed. "He told me it was because you were subverting his cause, but now I suspect it was because he couldn't stand the blow his ego took when Sayrinsen stole you from him."

"That would be very on brand for him."

"Soooo," she said, scooting forward onto the edge of the log. "That, back there I mean, that was something else."

Roslyte gripped her shoulder in a comradely manner. "It's certainly eye opening."

"And stomach clenching. It's a great workout if nothing else. So, this-" She hovered her hand over her groin. "-is what he takes away from us during the 'cleansing ceremony'?"

"Yep."

She scowled for a moment. "That fucker."

"I don't think he does" Roslyte joked. "It's just impossible for him to see others as anything but pawns in his little games, a requirement needed for him to get to the fucking." We all shared a chuckle at that. "Do you want some help? I know it can be daunting but I could give you a few pointers."

"No, no, no," Debbie said softly. The tips of her ears colored crimson with embarrassment as she dropped both her hands to cover her crotch. "Maybe later. I think I've expanded my horizons enough for one day. Slumping, she propped her arms on the log and looked up at the sky. "What am I going to do now?"

"You could travel with us for a time," Gwen offered, collecting the cards from where they fell off the log and storing the set back into her pouch.

"It might be a little odd with our... history." Wincing the harpy looked to Roslyte who arched a brow.

"You mean the way you relentlessly chased me and killed anyone who had any sort of contact with me."

Debbie stiffened, rubbing awkwardly at the back of her neck. "Yeah. That. I am sorry by the way."

Roslyte frown softened. "I understand. Probably better than most, what it's like to be under Rinlith's thumb. I won't say I forgive you, some of the things you did to my friend were kind of fucked up."

"Yeah. I was a little gung ho about catching you, and, as I said earlier, my deadline was fast approaching. Not that it matters any now, his plans will have to move forward without you."

"What plans?"

"Just some invasion or other, he wanted to use you as an example to motivate the troops. Something about 'the one that got away'. I don't really know. It was hard to pay attention when he was in the room. Those breasts, that jawline..." Hissing, Debbie fanned at her face with a wing. "And then when he spoke to you, it was like the sun shining over a field of snow, so bright it hurt to look at."

"Shit. This is not good. I've got to go and consult with some of my contacts and my goddess, if Rinlith is planning on moving we need to be ready."

"What about me? I still don't know what to do," Debbie whined, her wings fluttering around nervously.

Roslyte shrugged. "Sorry," she said insincerely. "Maybe one of those two can help you out."

Gwen looked apologetic. "I don't have much besides the White Lotus and you're not exactly knightly material. No offense."

"Some taken," the harpy muttered miserably her chin falling into her hands.

My eyes narrowed, an idea blooming in my mind. "I just might be able to help with that. How do you feel about the town Radavack?"

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Kaysa gushed, throwing her arms around a stiff Debbie.

"No problem," she said, stiffly patting the technolyths back with a floundering expression.

Ha. Serves you right for sending my johnson on vacation. Taste the wrath of a gratefully affectionate cyborg woman.

"Your deviousness knows no bounds Boss," Eve remarked dryly.

"So what are the duties of a guardian of the town?"

"It's pretty simple. But first let me give you a tour." Taking her hand, Kaysa dragged a confused and overwhelmed Debbie along behind her, chatting joyfully about Radavack.

"She's sweet," Gwen remarked, throwing her fuzzy arm across my shoulders.

"Yeah. And she's going to be traveling with us," I deadpanned, not sure if I should be excited or scared of that prospect.

"Speaking of that, what are we going to do now? I assume you completed your quest at the Cemetery."

"Yep." I showed off my new claws. "Now I need to find a way to get Roslyte some wings. A promise is a promise."

"Have you checked out the Biomancer? Those kind of drastic changes tend to be pretty expensive, but they might have a sale or special you could use."

"Biomancer?"

"I told you about that. It's where you can purchase the kind of transformations your searching for. But the upcharge is pretty steep."

Right. I vaguely recall that.

"Come on. I'll show you the way." Her paw snatched up my arm and we were off. The shop had an ornate sign on the corner of the building, that proclaimed it 'Biomancer!!!' only the third exclamation point was bent ninety degrees halfway through the upper line, so it might have been 'Biomancer!!?'.

Regardless, I entered the store with a fair amount of scepticism. The internals didn't change that opinion, it looked like a Dr. Frankenstein's laboratory when he was in the throes of monster creation mania. Steampunk specimen containers hung from the wall of varying sizes and cleanliness, unrecognizably misshapen creatures twitching in bubbly fluids.

"Customers, how wonderful!" A man cried, rushing from the back of the room. Dressed in a dirty lab coat, his white hair stuck in every direction, with little sparks of electricity jumping between the tufts. He held out a knobbly white vein covered in greeting. I eyed it suspiciously for a moment before looking up at his face.

I had to stop myself from snorting, fighting to keep a straight face. The man's eyes seemed like they were trying to make a right angle, each of them facing a different direction and rotating independently of the other.

He retrieved his hand before raising a finger high. "Ah. Right. Just a moment," he fiddled with a device on his waist that buzzed with the ominous hum of live electricity. After a moment, everything in the shop changed. The dirty steampunkness inspired by a biomancer mantle faded, replaced by clean white floors and clear glass spheres with little miniature creatures statues inside. Beneath the spheres where etched bronze plaques that I assumed described the contents and the relevant price. The mad scientist was now a woman that seemed to be made of living flame. Her eyes sparkled blue and darker flame covered her tits and sex that follow the path of gravity, the sparks coming off them heading toward the ground. Fortunately she seemed to be a heatless flame, otherwise I would have been scorched as I woodenly reached out and shook her hand.