Monster Girl Under My Bed - ch 1-3

Chapter 1

In all my years of studying monster girls, learning about them from sources such as manga and anime, never in my wildest years would I have dared to dream they could be real. But there I was, four of them under the same roof with me! Not only that, I’d been extremely intimate with two of them. Not quite as cool, but still notable, I’d fought alongside three of them to take down a monster hunter. 

And let me be clear right now—even if I had dared to dream, never in my wildest imaginings could fucking a monster girl come close to the amazingness that doing so in reality was. I mean fuccckk, these ladies were hot, knew how to please me, and were damn nice on the eyes. 

Yeah, and they could fight, too. Good thing, because I wasn’t sure how much my childhood aikido could really come in handy. 

The older lady—as far as age went with them, anyway—Ahlaksiz, had arrived back at the shop surprised to see us so soon. We had just finished a meal of burgers and milkshakes, the panda demon (who told us to call her Milkshake until she trusted us enough to share her name) had a cute little pooch going, from eating too much. Some guys might find bellies a turnoff, but not me. She was so petite and hot, that little belly sticking out made me want her all the more. 

Overindulging at a burger joint was a good sign of compatibility in my book, and I’d been thrilled all three of them had eaten to their fill, especially the squirrel-eating Kinara. I couldn’t judge her, as she was technically a bat monster girl, but… yeah. 

As we filled Ahlaksiz in on the situation, Jalee ending on the point of electrocution and how I had seemingly sacrificed myself, the older woman turned to me with an arched eyebrow. 

“A simple, nerdy human… and yet so brave.”

I chuckled, waving off the compliment. “I knew the shield power would protect me, at least somewhat.”

“It could’ve killed you,” Jalee noted. The thunderbird had unwittingly given me her shield power when we fucked against the side of a stranger’s house, and her power with electricity and lightning was lessened by it. Other powers, too, I imagined. Still, she was right that the move had been risky, and the worry in her insanely blue, sparking (literally in that moment) eyes showed she knew it.

“And yet, you attacked.” I pointed at her, jokingly making my accusation. “What’s that say about you?”

“That you gave me no choice.” 

It was true. I’d held her totem in my pocket and told her what to do. From what I’d seen so far, when I had physical contact with the small totems used to summon them, they had to do what I said. I wasn’t a fan of using that power, but it was nice to have in case I needed it. 

“So what then, he escaped back to the monsterverse?” Ahlaksiz asked. “You were able to see how he opened the gateway?”

I scrunched my nose, debating how to tell her this part. “That one’s… complicated.”

“I tore off his head,” Milkshake said, holding up her bare hands and showing off her claws to emphasize the point. “Took some work, really stabbing into his neck to break tendons and bone, but I managed to wrench it free.”

My gut turned, not liking that image in my head so soon after eating. 

“Well… Hmm.” Ahlaksiz eyed me. “You allowed this?”

“I’m the boss now?”

She didn’t break her hold on my gaze, giving a slight nod.

“I’m the boss now…” This time I said it as a realization. Shit, she was right. I held the totems, I was the one they rallied about, the glue that held the little team together. “It happened before I realized.”

“I see.” Her brow furrowed, clearly thinking I should have handled things differently. 

“To be clear, I was a bit more focused on survival than—”

“He said there was more to it, or implied,” Kinara cut in, coming to my defense. 

“Right!” I grinned at her, then fished out my phone to show Ahlaksiz, only then forgetting it was fried. “Well, we can’t see here, but I took a picture—before that final moment, he tried to run. I even saw into the monsterverse. And there was strange writing that appeared floating in the sky, which is what I took the picture of.”

The cougar woman, in her natural, monster girl state, took a deep breath, tail swishing around behind her from under her blue dress. “Now, there you have something.”

“Oh, shit,” I glanced around and found my bag in the corner, beneath the shelf that held her crazy fertility statues. “You don’t have Wi-Fi, do you?”

“I’m hundreds of years old, so… sorry if I take a while to adapt to the times.”

“Right, well,” I pulled out my laptop, “this could get us the pictures, I think. Hope, anyway, assuming the cloud backup worked. I just need internet.”

Blank stares followed that statement, at which Ahlaksiz said, “You all will catch on in time. Basically, that thing he’s holding works like a speak-stone, and he’s talking about an advanced system that allows for very advanced speak-technology, including the ability to send images and more.”

“No fuck?” Kinara said, eyeing the laptop.

I chuckled at her use of swearing—while their language was fairly standard in its translation, it apparently had at least one instance of changing around word usage. 

Ahlaksiz frowned, but moved on. “So it might not be the worst thing in the world that your new friend cut off the jerk’s head. Better not to have him following you, or coming back with reinforcements. You got a keeper here, with good instincts. Or… a lucky one, anyway.”

Milkshake grinned, and held out her hand. A second later the massive sword appeared. “Got this, too.”

“Oh, and the drones,” Jalee added, showing the metal clasp around her wrist. “They’re up with the hunter’s platform, cloaked.”

“You all have been busy,” Ahlaksiz remarked, eyeing each of us in turn with respect. “That’s a Tullay Blade, am I wrong?”

“Seems to be,” Milkshake replied. 

“The significance being what, exactly?” I asked. 

“Forged long ago by a warrior by the name of Tullay and made from the madra of her fallen enemies, these swords can be claimed and linked just like any monster.”

“Just like…?” I asked, face contorting as I imagined someone trying to have sex with the sword. Even the handle looked not exactly pleasant.

“Not in that way,” Kinara said with a laugh. “His mind… gotta love it.”

The others laughed, and Ahlaksiz explained, “More like, you have to prove you’re ruthless enough to handle the sword.”

“I’ll show it, in time,” Milkshake said. “You’ll see.”

“I don’t doubt it,” I replied. Eyeing the group, I asked, “Now that we’re here, is this where we’ll be sleeping?”

“What?” Ahlaksiz’s face contorted. “Not a chance.” Seeing my reaction to her answer, she laughed, waving it off. “Not that I wouldn’t love having you all here, but… Listening to your non-stop… fun? No, thank you.”

“You could join u—” Jalee started, but Ahlaksiz held up a finger to the woman’s mouth, shaking her head. 

“Actually, now that the hunter is gone, we should be able to return to your apartment, no?” Kinara asked.

“I hadn’t thought of that,” I admitted. “There was the explosion, which they’ve likely cleaned up, but I doubt they’ve fixed the wall. And… the cops.”

“What do you mean?” Jalee asked. 

“Law enforcement,” I explained. “They were checking it out, were likely looking for me. And I’m guessing they’ll take me in for questioning.”

Ahlaksiz looked thoughtful, ears perking up. “But if you say you ran because you were scared, sticking to the truth in that regard, what can they do?”

“Tell them about the tail,” Kinara said. 

“Yeah. One cop lady looked like she might have a tail.” I shrugged. “Could’ve been my eyes playing tricks on me, but if one of them is a monster… then what?”

“We might be able to get her on our side, if we tell her, and only her, the truth,” Ahlaksiz said. “It depends, really, on where her loyalties lie. If she’s with the police, it’s possible she—and maybe more than her—are actually working to protect humanity.” She turned, hands on her head, tail swishing around faster now. “The implications are mind blowing.”

“Or she could be a traitor,” Jalee countered. “There to infiltrate.”

Ahlaksiz spun, pointing at her excitedly. “Yes, exactly. Going to her, either we find an ally or learn of a conspiracy. Win-win!”

“Except in the latter, we’re thrown right back into it, putting our lives on the line,” Kinara pointed out. 

“Acting as bait,” I muttered, not liking that part of the plan.

Ahlaksiz held up her hands. “It’s on you. Your call, after all. But that’s my recommendation. And if you can get me the picture of the words, I can start working on translating them in the meantime.”

“How do we contact you?” I asked. 

“Same way I imagine you’ve been speaking with them,” she said. “Only, you won’t have any control over me, since you weren’t my summoner.” 

She went over to the back counter, where she conducted transactions. Bending and pulling out a small pouch from beneath, she then revealed a bracelet with an ancient coin imbedded into it. 

“A coin?”

“Of a sort, yes. It’s bonded to me, though. An ancient coin from your world, when I was first summoned and mistaken for a djinn in the Middle East. To be clear, I am no djinn.” She chuckled, as if that was supposed to mean something to me. 

My eyes went wide. “Wait, there are djinns out there, as people think of them?” 

“Various versions, yes, though they are merely another type of monster, not what many Earth myths say.” 

I nodded, taking the bracelet and eyeing it. The coin could almost be mistaken for a simple, flat piece of round metal. Yellowed over the years, but still showing lines interweaving what I suppose could have once looked like a cat, or cougar. 

“Touch it and communicate what you need of me, I’ll get the message,” she said. “I’m not entirely sure it’ll work in reverse.”

I guffawed. “Why not phones? Email?”

“Not for me.” 

I glanced around as if expecting them all to be giving her crazy looks, but since I was the only person other than her who knew about phones and email, they were all three looking rather bewildered. 

“And the same works for their totems?” I asked, dishing them out. “They’re becoming kinda cumbersome.”

“You no longer need the whole things,” she pointed out. 

“What do you mean?”

“I can break off pieces, connect them to your bracelet there, and it’ll work the same. If you’d like me to.”

That was tempting, but first I had a request. “Maybe we don’t call it a bracelet? Let’s say it’s a… cool wrist device.”

She chuckled, but nodded. “Would you like me to upgrade your wrist device?”

“I’ll keep the rest of the totems though, yeah?”

“If you’d like.”

I nodded, handing them over, and she went to work with the wrist device and totems. Watching her at work, I licked my lips, worried she would mess it up or something. After all, I still wasn’t entirely sure how loyal the new girl was, or if she even had any intentions of sticking with us. She had implied it, and acted like she was already part of the team back at the burger joint, but I wasn’t certain. 

Seeing me eyeing her, Milkshake turned to face me dead on and stared, a hint of a grin on her lips. After a few seconds of this, Kinara stepped forward, hand waving an inch in front of my face. 

“What is this?” Kinara asked. “You two… mind-speaking or something?” 

I laughed, snapping out of it. “Sorry, lost in thought. We call that spacing out.”

“While staring into my eyes?” Milkshake asked, then shook her head. “I call that falling in love.”

I blinked, certain I was blushing, and looked away. “If you really wanna know, I was…”

“Yes?”

Deciding to come out with it, I turned to face her again, standing tall. “I was asking myself whether you had already proven your trustworthiness. Are you already part of the team?”

“Ferris, she helped us kill the hunter,” Kinara said. “Came all the way here with us.”

“You’ve seen my vagina,” Milkshake said with a wink. 

Damn, there came my blushing again, but this time I maintained eye contact. “Only because you were naked and didn’t keep your legs closed. Not because we were being intimate or anything.”

“Actually,” Ahlaksiz said, not even looking up from her work, “she’s what’s known as a Sorayan, back home. Their kind are fairly proper, following strict training codes when growing up, and although they’re nude like most monsters in our part of the world—or our world, I mean—they have certain mating rituals that do involve… showing themselves, more than they otherwise would.”

This was somewhat going over my head, but the gist seemed to be that she had sat like that, before, on purpose. Her leg spreading on the platform had been some sort of mating ritual. Although, now that I thought about it, that made sense. More sense than someone simply sitting like that and not caring what they revealed. 

“I’m new to this,” I said, looking at Milkshake sheepishly. 

“Aren’t we all.” Her voice was a bit harsh, sharp. Like she was offended. 

“But that answers your question,” Kinara said. “She’s not only onboard to go fight more fights with you, she’s ready to see your hole.”

“My what?” I wasn’t sure I’d heard her right. “As in… my butthole?”

They laughed at this, though Milkshake looked appalled. 

“I want nothing to do with your butthole,” she said. “That’s disgusting.”

“To each their own,” Jalee said with a shrug. “I wouldn’t mind sending a couple of shocks through your rear.”

A shiver went through me, and I wasn’t sure whether to be scared or turned on. 

“Another of their traditions,” Kinara said, nodding at Milkshake. “They find the hole, you know,” she pointed to my crotch, “very sensual, for some reason. When you’re ready to accept her, she would inspect it, and that would be the sign you two are ready.”

My head felt light, my mouth suddenly dry. Nodding at Ahlaksiz, I lowered my voice and said, “I… Can we discuss this when we’re alone?” 

“Done,” Ahlaksiz said and held out her piece of work. Saved by the bell! I accepted with a bow of my head. 

To my surprise, Milkshake looked offended that I had changed the subject, but… come on, I wasn’t about to let some near-stranger examine my cock in any way, especially with some weird hole fetish. Not right then and there, anyway. 

Putting the wrist device on, I grinned, then almost laughed at my first thought. Basically, that I felt this was my initial step toward a Johnny Depp look. All I needed were some tattoos, ripped jeans, and maybe a prettier face, and I’d be there. A few pounds off the middle, too, of course. 

We were ready, but went over the plan to be certain. First, we would head back to my apartment and crash there, hang out until we got the attention of the cops. Then, see about this monster cop and which side of it all she fell on. 

That would be the first step in our hunt, while Ahlaksiz would await my picture of the writing, so she could figure out a proper gateway back to the monsterverse. 

Chapter 2

Ahlaksiz ended up coming out with us to take a look at our new platform, and circled it with a whistle, as if admiring her favorite Porsche. 

“You all lucked out on this one,” she said. “Got you a grade-A vehicle, but you’ll be better off moving around in it like…” She went to one of the pillars, moving her fingers on it as if there were a keyboard. A moment later she stepped back and it transformed into what looked like a car—the closest I could link it to being a DeLorean. Except, there was no steering wheel, only a piece of metal similar to what had been on the columns. She also made it have a fake license plate, copying one from a car parked on the street beneath a tall palm tree. 

“How are we supposed to drive this?” I asked. 

“It’s mentally linked,” she replied, “and all I need to do is…” She pulled me over, one hand on my wrist as her other went to the panel and typed on the air again. A surge went through my arm, and like my bat sense awareness could sense my surroundings, now I felt like I was one with the car. 

“Can you link him to the drones, too?” Jalee asked. 

“You don’t want them?” I asked. 

She shrugged. “I’d rather you have some way of fighting, when the time comes.”

Good point. She passed over the metal wrist band for my other wrist, and then did another typing thing above the panel. When she was finished, the drones registered in my mind as well, and I could sense them near the rear of the vehicle. 

“That should do it.” She stepped out, eyeing me with a look that was mixed with hope and worry, then headed back inside her shop. “Remember, get me those photos. In the meantime, I’ll be working on other totems, seeing what sort of defenses we can build up with rare stones. Now that we know the fight is coming, it’s time to fully prepare for it.”

“Thank you,” I replied, and stood aside to let the ladies into the car before I took the driver’s seat. It was more luxurious than an actual DeLorean, to my relief. If our team grew any larger, we would need the space. It extended back more like the inside of a Tesla Model X, with at least room for eight including myself. We only had four so far, but better to have the room than not. 

I took a deep breath, closed the door, and then took the opportunity to turn back to the monster girls. “Any thoughts?”

“I look forward to seeing your place,” Jalee said with a finger pointed to the road. “Shall we get to it?”

“Yes, I would like to link,” Milkshake added. “If we’re going to be involved in a fight, best make it a proper team.”

My smile couldn’t be avoided, and Kinara chuckled at my goofy grin. 

“What I mean,” I said, “is that this is kind of the last chance for anyone to change their minds. We… I mean, I’m linked with—”

“Don’t say our names,” Jalee cut me off.

“Right… With Tang One and Tang Two, already, but I want to make sure we’re all on the same page.”

“Tang what?” Kinara asked. 

“It’s like Thing One and Thing Two, but…” I pursed my lips, not sure I should explain the adaption of the names, realizing how offensive it might be that I had taken the second half of the word “Puntang” and turned that into a nickname. Fuck, I was really starting to change as a person, in some ways for the worse. No going back on it now, though, so I simply said, “Cool?”

What reason did they have to argue? Nobody contested, so Milkshake leaned forward from the seat behind me, one hand on my shoulder, and said, “You and me. We’re going to shit all over their faces.”

“What?” I turned, appalled. 

“It means fight them and defeat them, with style,” she explained. “What, you don’t say it that way here?”

“No, we say ‘Fuck some shit up,’” I explained.

They all laughed.

Kinara, who sat next to me, asked, “How is a saying that basically implies you’re having sex with poop better than a saying that says you’re going to poop on the enemy’s face?” 

“Point for the monsters,” I said with a laugh. They were, of course, right. “Let’s go poop all over their faces.”

More laughter. 

“Not how you say it,” Jalee said, then pointed to the road again. “We’re all in, let’s drive.”

I nodded, waving my hand over the dash, completely baffled. Ahlaksiz had said it was mentally linked, so I focused my mind on the car moving, and it did. It lurched forward, all of us jostled about. 

“Whoa, you sure you want to drive?” Kinara asked. 

“I need to learn how,” I countered. “I mean, with a mind-controlled vehicle. You all have your amazing powers, I should at least be able to drive.”

“And the drones,” Jalee said. 

“Right.” I gave her a grin, excited to try those out if the need arose. Considering what we were getting ourselves into, I suppose I should have meant ‘when.’ “Here goes!”

Focusing on the car moving again, this time I concentrated on a smooth start, then on getting us out there and turning onto the road. Sure enough, soon we were gliding along without any problem, and I was whooping. 

“This is how all driving should be!” I said, and reached out to take Kinara’s hand and kiss it. 

“You’re doing it,” she said, smiling wide with excitement. 

We didn’t have far to go, but halfway there I started to squirm, wishing I’d gone to the bathroom at the burger place. My bladder was about to explode, and I nearly swerved left when I lost focus. I wished to be home, focusing on the way there, and suddenly the car changed lanes, then turned down a side road. 

“What the…?” I started, but then we turned and I saw down another side road—back toward the way we had come—that sirens were flashing. Apparently, the car was following my desire to get back, but taking its own, better route. 

Way better than whatever automated cars the top tech companies were developing, I figured. And then we were there, pressing the elevator button. It wasn’t coming, so we charged up the stairs to my third-floor apartment, and were about to go in when a hand reached out from the closing elevator doors, stopping them from closing. 

I turned to see Arturo there. 

“Dude,” he said, eyeing me and the ladies—Kinara had her hood down, but he’d already seen her like that. There was Jalee with her bright-blue eyes and hair, but Milkshake was probably a sight to see. It wasn’t every day you met a panda-demon girl, what with her furry paws and claws, along with her ears and tail and what remained of her demon wings. 

Arturo stood there, hand holding the elevator doors, eyes taking in the ladies. His mouth hung open. 

“Sorry, man, I gotta—” I started for my door, but it was locked! Shit, where were my keys? I started doing the piss dance, when Jalee stepped forward and put her hand on the doorknob, sending a shock through it that caused the lock to come undone. 

We were in, and just in time, too.

Chapter 3 

“There you go,” she said, gesturing for me to go ahead. “I hear holding it can cause erectile problems, so… get to it.”

“I was supposed to meet a friend, but…” Arturo left the elevator, following me into the apartment, the ladies after him. Kinara closed the door after us, but I made a B-line for the toilet, pulling out my dick and unleashing a waterfall. On the way in, I’d briefly noted that the glass was cleaned up, the broken window covered with a piece of plastic that made the view foggy. It was all a quick glance, as all I really cared about at the moment was this sweet relief. 

“Wow, that’s a lot of—” Kinara started, poking her head out at my side and watching.

But when I startled and it shook, getting piss all over the back of the toilet, she pulled back, laughing. 

“Can I just piss without being interrupted?” I asked, shaking it clean and then tucking away before going for toilet paper to clean it up. 

“What sort of Comic-con shit is this?” Arturo asked, and I turned to see him and Milkshake staring each other down. 

I washed my hands, then turned to walk back into the main room, Kinara wrapping her arm through mine and saying, “That was a fun show.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be,” I muttered, but then said, “Arturo, what’re you doing?”

“Come on, man,” he countered. “My nerdy neighbor friend comes home with not one this time, but three ladies? I’m going to either expect that they’re holding him up for money or something like that, or… you’re paying them.” He grinned at Milkshake. “Is that what this is, some costume-style hooker shit?”

“Dude.” I shook my head. “Not cool.”

“Not hookers?” He looked doubtful.

“And not Comic-con. These are just… my new friends.”

“Lovers,” Kinara said, reaching down and caressing my package to emphasize the point. 

“Not now,” I whispered, moving her hand.

She pouted, then turned away from me. Arturo, however, was staring at me with a mixture of a fascination and doubt, as if he thought he might be dreaming. As all three ladies were looking at him with slightly annoyed expressions that made it clear they weren’t sure what he was doing there, he took a step toward the door. 

“I’ll stop by in a bit. Cool?” I said. 

He nodded, gave us one more glance, then skedaddled. I loved the guy, but in all of our time together he had always been the one to get the ladies, and the most I’d ever seen him with was two. Always boring, normal girls at that—not these monster ones like I preferred. So even though we were great friends and I felt a bit weird about freaking him out, it felt nice knowing I was the one with the ladies this time, he the uncomfortable one. 

“Who was that?” Milkshake asked. 

“My friend.”

“Will he be helping us in the hunt?” 

I frowned, going to the door, closing it, and then turning to them. “No. And we need to probably be more careful going forward. He’s used to me being with people in costume, so… that’s okay. But some people might see that you’re not dressed up, and I have no idea how they’d react.”

“Monsters aren’t as common here as they used to be?” Jalee asked. 

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Monsters here? No, people don’t believe in monsters. Some kids, but only in the scary way. Nothing like… you.”

“You freaked out when you saw me,” Kinara said, “but… not to such an extent as if you didn’t know what I was.”

“Right. Well…” I went to my bag, pulling out my laptop. Opening it and then pulling up my project, I showed them the art I’d commissioned so far. One character had horns, another was a snake-woman, or lamia. “Even though we don’t believe in monsters, we have a lot of stories that involve monsters, and specifically monster girls. There’s a whole sub-group of humanity who finds the idea of you all sexy as hell.”

“Is that so?” Jalee asked, biting her lip. 

I nodded. 

“How sexy, exactly, is sexy as hell?” Milkshake asked. She stepped forward, paw moving along my abs, down to my hips. Her furry paws with their big claws kind of freaked me out, but if I was going to be accepting of all types, especially the monster girls, I had to get over these little hang-ups. With these ladies being real, the chances of lamia, maybe even octopus and insect girls could very well be real. I wasn’t sure where the line would be for me, if at all. Whatever they threw my way, I’d do my best to appreciate. 

Only one problem came my way—a scent that was a bit much for me. In fact, it seemed to be a bit of all of us combined. We had been through a lot, and I needed a shower. My guess was that so did they. 

“Let’s all get cleaned up, and I’ll show you,” I said, not quite sure how comfortable we were together yet. She was touching me, but was I supposed to touch her, too? I decided to go for it, hands on her waist, moving slightly under her shirt and letting my fingers caress her soft skin. 

They all shared intrigued looks, then Milkshake leaned in and licked my neck. At first, I wasn’t sure what she was doing, but then she licked me again. She was trying to clean me! 

I chuckled, putting an arm around her and pointing to the bathroom. “I meant a shower.”

“What’s that?”

“A shower?” That they didn’t know the term shouldn’t have surprised me, but it still did. They had proved to be both very basic in their way of life, and yet the hunter had the tech of the platform that had flown and then transformed into what looked like a car. “It’s water, pouring over you. For cleaning purposes.”

“You don’t prefer my method?” Milkshake asked. She started to kneel, hands at my waist. “I can… clean you down here, too.”

I loved that idea, but hated to think of her first exposure to my crotch to be anything but perfect. With all of our recent activity, I was certain a shower was necessary. 

“First, would you mind if I did it my way? Then yours.”

She pouted, but shrugged. 

“I for one, am curious to see how this shower thing works,” Jalee said. 

Kinara had been exposed to a shower before, at our little stopover at the cabin in Big Bear. She was smiling excitedly, and at this said, “You’re going to love it. The way the water makes his skin shine, and when it drips from his—”

“Let’s just…” I motioned, and then led the way. 

“Can I join you?” Kinara asked. “Let the others watch, join if they want.”

“Of course.” My worry was less about being observed, more about how all four of us would fit into the shower if they wanted to join. I lived in an apartment, after all, and the bathtub wasn’t very large.

In spite of my closeness with two of the three ladies, and flirtation with the third, stripping in front of a room full of women still made me uneasy. Lucky me, I didn’t have to do it myself. Kinara was on me as soon as I’d turned the water on, pulling off my shirt first, then going for my pants. At least I didn’t show any signs of being nervous this time, and Milkshake’s touch on my waist had gotten me slightly aroused, so that what they saw wasn’t completely flaccid. In fact, it looked like I was much better hung than was the reality. 

“Hello there,” Milkshake said, and her eyes concentrated , drinking in every inch. 

“Now me.” Kinara stood with hands out, waiting for me to undress her. By the time I’d pulled the wizard’s robe up to her midsection, cute little pussy exposed, you can bet your ass I was fully erect. Then I took the rest off, and she did a pose, eyeing me as if she hadn’t noticed how aroused I was. “Like what you see?”

“You know I do.”

“Then get in there and wash me, human.” 

I wasn’t sure how to take that—was it a good thing, or playfully derisive? My cock was doing the thinking at that point, though, so I didn’t care. But I wasn’t so far gone that I didn’t remember to take off the wrist devices, which I carefully put out of harm’s way. We entered, with Milkshake standing there, arms crossed while she watched, and Jalee leaning against the door. 

Both looked very curious, so I didn’t bother with the shower curtain, even with the water that was bouncing off of our bodies and spraying the floor. Kinara closed her eyes, mouth open as I started to wash her stomach, then breasts, and ran one hand up to clean her ears. She nearly collapsed, so that I had to catch her, then she pinned me against the wall and went to her knees. 

“I prefer to clean you our way,” she said, and even as the water ran down my body, she ran her tongue along my shaft, then down between my legs. 

“Save him for us,” Milkshake said. “I still plan on getting my hole time.”

“Take it now,” Kinara said, standing then and moving between me and the water, so that it was cleaning her now. She turned me so that I was facing away from her, but continued to caress me, grabbing my balls with one hand, chest with the other. 

Milkshake started to climb in, but even when she folded her wings, they made it cumbersome. She eyed my erect cock, then took me by the wrist and led me out of the shower, guiding me to sit on the closed toilet seat. I started to protest, as it wasn’t the most sanitary spot in the apartment. But when she knelt, I wasn’t about to intervene. I made eye contact with Jalee at the doorway—she wasn’t getting close to the water, but had a hand between her legs, sparks moving through her fingers as she massaged herself. 

I wasn’t exactly sure what Milkshake had in mind, and watching her at first, I was even more confused. She wasn’t trying to touch me with those furry paws, but was kneeling and eyeing my cock as if she was trying to win against it in a staring contest. Finally she moved her head in, nuzzling it against one cheek then the other, and moving her face all around it before pulling back and touching the tip of her tongue to my opening. 

She flicked her tongue around my hole a bit, then ran her nose around it, before finally taking my cock fully in her mouth. While her actions a moment before had been a turn on in their weird way, this made sense to me—and she was flicking her tongue all over, moving her head around as she bobbed up and down. 

To my relief, I didn’t automatically cum as I expected I might after that first tingle of pleasure that went through my body. 

She pulled back, a long line of saliva between her lower lip and my cock, and then went back for one more kiss before grinning and saying, “Delicious.”

“I could use a cleaning,” Jalee said, and I think she had been talking to me, but Milkshake turned and went in gladly, pushing the woman back to my bed, legs spread, tongue between her legs. Damn, that was hot. 

I went back to Kinara and said, “Should we join them?”

She was eager, and we were soon on the bed, only bothering with a quick dry-off. Then I was kissing her, crawling across the bed and straddling her chest so that I could feel her plump breasts on my balls and inner thigh. She pulled me forward to take me in her mouth, and from there I could watch Milkshake going down on Jalee. 

“Touch me,” Milkshake muttered, and then was up, taking Jalee’s hand and sliding it between her legs. “A woman’s touch down there…” She held up her claws. “Not something I’m really able to experience on my own.”

As sad as that thought might have been, watching the way Jalee got into it was a quick distraction. Three nude monster ladies in my bed was unbelievable, and for a few seconds I froze, staring and watching them, only vaguely aware of the way Kinara was working my cock. Milkshake bent over the bed to join her, each taking turns with tongue and mouth on my balls and mouth, while Jalee fingered Milkshake from behind. Jalee watched with fascination, and then I decided I needed to taste one of them. 

I went to my back, letting Kinara and Jalee continue to pleasure me, and positioned my head at the edge of the bed. I motioned for Jalee to bring her goods my way. She grinned, stepping over, and put one leg up on the bed. Her pussy was there, open and ready for the taking. I lapped it up with pleasure, tasting her and loving it. She started squirming then, massaging my chest, even starting to moan as I focused on her clit. 

“Fuck me,” she said, and brushed the other two off as she climbed over me to straddle my cock. The way she had done it, she faced away so that I was watching her ass bounce as she slid up and down on me. 

“That’s so hot,” Kinara said, hand on my balls as she went in to take one of Jalee’s nipples in her mouth. 

Milkshake came over to let me eat her out next, and when Jalee couldn’t take it anymore, collapsing backward and nearly screaming with ecstasy, Jalee pulled me to the side of the bed and bent over so I could take her from behind. I wasn’t sure what was with these ladies enjoying it from behind like this, but the view was amazing, so I wasn’t about to complain. Her ass was like a huge peach, and when I slapped it, you better believe it jiggled. I even touched the remnants of her wings, and that was the end of her. She collapsed onto the bed and for a moment I thought she might have fallen asleep—but then she let out a long moan, and shuddered. 

Kinara took me, pulling me on top of her so that we could kiss passionately. The other two continued to kiss each other. Kinara and I changed positions so that I had one leg off the bed, my other knee on it, massaging her breasts as I thrust. Jalee touched each of us with small shocks that felt more like tingles of pleasure, and I turned to see Milkshake kneeling behind me. 

“Wh—what are… you… doing?” I asked, thrusting and trying to catch my breath. At this point, I was starting to sweat and had gotten quite the workout. 

“Watching your balls sway to and fro,” she said, and laughed, making a motion with her hand to emphasize the movement. “And… this.” 

Suddenly she dove in, paws spreading my ass cheeks and long tongue flicking across my asshole. That was all I could take, and as her tongue moved along my taint and then back to my hole, entering I think, I came with such force that I thought for sure my cum would cause Kinara to pop like a balloon. Luckily, that didn’t happen. 

“I thought… thought you wanted nothing to do with—”

“Shut up and enjoy it,” Milkshake said, then dove back in. 

I collapsed onto Kinara, only then realizing she was moaning and squirming, apparently orgasming too, so I did my best to keep moving inside of her. When I couldn’t anymore, I kissed her, then turned as I slid out and kissed Jalee. When it came to kissing Milkshake, I hesitated. She’d had her tongue up my ass, after all. Then again, I had just showered, and since she was moving in, I went for it. To my relief, nothing off about that kiss. 

We all moved onto the bed, continuing to kiss and caress, simply loving the time together. Milkshake’s wings fluttered, the tattered remains moving sadly through the air. I reached out and touched the base, where they connected with the skin, and she grabbed my thigh, holding tight. Clearly, a sensitive spot. 

“What happened?” I asked.

“My wings?” She pushed herself up, and I noted how much I loved the way breasts looked hanging like that—even more so when on my bed. “I used to have full wings, and could even fly with them. One day, minding my own business while scrounging up food, these two skimgar warlords show up and tried to say I was in their lands, as if anyone can own land in our world. Little did I know—”

“Times are changing,” Jalee said, propped up on one elbow now, on the other side and up toward the pillows. 

“Exactly. The old ways are fading, fast, and they wanted to teach me a lesson, leave me as a warning to others who wouldn’t listen.”

“Influences from outsiders,” Kinara grumbled from behind me, where she had one leg draped over mine, hand on my chest. “Not you, of course, but… rumor has it the hunters got their tech from outsiders. Some group who wants to see monsters come to their aid in some big war.”

“Fuck that,” Jalee grumbled. 

Milkshake nodded, then suddenly pushed herself up, kneeling with a hand out—her new sword appeared in her hand and she spun, jumping from the bed to swing at an invisible enemy. Her battle cry clearly would’ve alerted everyone on my floor, but my hope was that they would be at work. 

“If I ever get my hands on those shit-fucks who did this, I’ll cut them limb from limb,” Milkshake said, dismissing the sword and standing there in the middle of my room, chest heaving, eyes wild. 

“I’m so sorry.” What else could I say?

“Me too,” she said, stepping aside and sheepishly pointing over her shoulder to where she had apparently cut off the top of my office-chair’s head rest. Damn. 

I stared in shock, then chuckled. “It’s okay. Get over here.” She came back over to cuddle with us, and I said, “When that day comes, we’ll all help you tear them apart. Trust me.”

“You say the sweetest things.”

Lying there with our limbs wrapped in each other’s, a claw ran along my inner thigh and I shot up in bed. 

“Oh! The picture.” 

Stumbling up, legs exhausted from the action, I went to my computer and knelt at the desk, not even bothering with the chair. Opening the shared cloud folder, there it was—the picture I had taken of the writing when the hunter had tried to go through to the other side. 

I hit print, and my Wi-Fi printer whirred up, spitting out the image a few seconds later. Kinara darted over, grabbing it and holding it up. 

“That’s a neat trick,” she said. “How do we get it to her?”

“A meetup spot, I guess?” I found the wrist devices on the bathroom counter, doing as she had instructed. Holding the coin, I conveyed the thought that I had the image and was ready to hand it over. A tingling ran up my thumb to my arm, then chest. Next came a thought as if she was on her way, which I took as a message from her. She hadn’t known if it would work both ways, but luckily, it seemed to be working. At least in this instance. “She’s on her way.”

“Where to?”

“Here.”

The ladies didn’t seem bothered by that, but I figured it was time to get dressed again. While the lady had seen me nude in a weird way, that didn’t mean I needed to make a habit of it. As my old clothes were dirty, I dressed with a button-up shirt and jeans. I checked through the blurred image of the crashed window, wishing I had more windows. It would be nice to have a better view of what was going on out there.