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New Monsterverse Project Part 3

Trying to move without being noticed, Juan stuck to the shadows. He was surprised by how far the distance was between the two mansions. The people could live like this with his mind. Growing up, he always lived in apartments, except for the one house that his dad had finally bought about a week before he left, and the house had been taken away. Apparently he’d somehow ran some kind of scam. The idea that he’d have to run out of breath when walking from one house to the next one over was both humorous, in a sense, depressing. It almost made him wonder why he wanted to leave this place. But then he remembered April’s luscious lips.

He finally reached the corner of the house, but as soon as she did, the lights went out. He pressed himself up against the wall between it and the flower bushes, listening. No sound came from within. If there were people in there, he thought for sure he would’ve heard them talking. And why had the light gone off only when he was so close? Was Arturo trying to hide them from him? The man had told him not to come over this way. A sense of danger, and the accompanying dread, washed over Juan. It was like someone was pushing him from the inside, urging him to walk away.

A glance back at the house it come from made him pause again. In the darkness, with the glinting moon casting a subtle glow, he noticed three more of those gargoyle statues up there. Had they been there before? When he blinked, they were gone, causing him to stumble back and rub his eyes. He thought for sure he would’ve noticed them upon arrival during the day, except, now he wasn’t sure what was going on. A lot had been distracting him, and he figured maybe the pressure of events was getting to him.

A sound came from nearby, and he moved away from the main door to see what it was. Going around to the other side of the mansion, he noticed a backdoor. Whatever this was, it was away and without being noticed perhaps. Maybe not smart, but he didn’t really care. Right now, he needed to tell his uncle he was getting out of there, then scram.

The door opened easily enough, and he made his way in. Careful to close the door softly behind him so not making noise, Arturo paused and listened to see if anyone had noticed. As far as she could tell, the answer was no.

Moving in, he first approached the area where he thought he’d seen the light earlier. No sound, no noise, and no sign of anyone. He frowned, confused, and even nudged a couple of doors open. More fancy, impressive rooms, but no sign of his uncle. He was about to call out for him, but considering how the man had said to stay away from these houses, decided against it.

At one hallway, he finally heard a sound. Like someone… whimpering? An animal maybe, or perhaps someone was hurt? He snuck along, moving heel to toe, and more than once paused to listen to creaking in the house. Maybe others were there, or it could be that big houses like this simply made strange sounds. He didn’t know.

Finally, Juan reached the door where he was certain the sound was coming from. He slowly approached the door, wondering what the low moaning he heard could be. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be in this house, but now that he was here, couldn’t ignore the sounds. Somebody in trouble? In pain? At the door, he slowly pressed it open… and froze in place.

On the bed on the opposite side of the room, was a woman of sorts. The first thing he saw was how she had one leg, and it was lifted up and off to the side to give her room for the hand that was holding a dildo she was slowly sliding in and out of herself. Her other hand was on her breasts, massaging them. Beautiful, large breasts. And yet, like the rest of her skin he was realizing… purple her whole body was purple. Where she should’ve had a second leg, instead there was a metal contraption. The rest of her leg was on the floor detached. And when she turned to face him, half of her face with metal as well, and metallic lines, or silver ran along parts of her body. He had no idea what the hell he was seeing. He backed off, both aroused and terrified, but confused at the fact that she didn’t stop what she was doing. She simply propped herself up on the bed, gave him a better view, and kept going.

Intrigued, he stayed. She didn’t mind him watching, why would he leave? In a matter of seconds, she was moaning louder and faster, reaching climax. He was hard a rock. Ignoring the warnings going off in his head, he was about to push open the door and go to her, when he heard footsteps behind. He turned to see a monster of a man, wearing what looked like silk pants and an open robe, striding toward him. The man had red skin, six horns coming out of his head, and a nose that looked way too big to make sense.

“Who the hell…?” the man started, but then another figure appeared, darting around the man and running over to Juan’s side. It was Arturo.

“Didn’t I tell you not to come here?” Arturo said.

All Juan could do was stand there in confusion. His bulge was clearly showing, and yet he was too frozen to do anything to hide it.

“He was just having a look,” the woman’s voice came from inside the room. And yet, she was still moaning. “No harm in letting him learn.”

“We’re getting out of here,” Arturo said. He grabbed Juan by the arm and dragged him down the hallway.

They were at the front door, the figure seemed to fall from the sky. Arturo opened the door and froze, looking from the figure as it rose up and spread its wings wide, then back to Juan. For his part, Juan took a step back, seeing only the silhouette of this figure, but realizing that it was undoubtedly one of the gargoyles he had seen. This was no statue though.

“This is what you weren’t supposed to see,” Arturo said.

“We should’ve expected though,” the gargoyle said. She stepped closer, into the light. And now one could see that this was deftly she. She had purplish skin, two sets of horns that flowed back, and wore a sort of gold armor that covered her special parts.

“Something wrong?” another woman’s voice said from behind Juan. He turned to see the one-legged woman, now with the middle leg attached, and pulling a robe around herself.

“You just couldn’t help herself,” Arturo said. “He saw you.”

The metal-legged woman eyed Juan, and smiled. “Do you like what he saw?”

Juan wasn’t sure what to say here, but he couldn’t help smiling.

“Peeping Tom, she’s spoken for.” Arturo shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “So what now?”

The question had been directed to the gargoyle, who stood at the doorway. A large form blocked it.

“We’re going to have to speak with Jericho,” the gargoyle said.

Arturo grunted, clearly not happy with the situation. “This is posted before a day or two, until they figured everything out.” His attention turned to Juan again. “You realize you’re a moron?”

Juan was certain to miss the happy-go-lucky Arturo he was used to. “I came by to tell you I was on the way out. Sorry about all this, I don’t even know… I mean, what the hell is happening?”

Now the question was out, Juan was starting to lose his cool. He saw that the woman he’d observed before she had little horns as well, and he thought back to the large man. Now this gargoyle. When he turned back to Arturo again, he felt dizzy.

“That’s something that we’re going to have to wait on,” Arturo said. “For now, I think it’s safe to say you are aware of the existence of monsters. Some say monster girls, but you met a male back there, so… Yeah. I mean, we’re going to have to see where you fit in, determine whether you can stay or not. He’s not the boss exactly, but around here he’s kind of in charge.”

Juan looked at the gargoyle again, then back to the other one, and was suddenly forgetting all about his worry and fear. Instead he was overcome with complete curiosity and longing.

Maybe staying here wasn’t the worst idea in the world? He looked forward to meeting this Jericho and to hearing more about what exactly sticking around might mean.


To be continued…


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