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 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, or anyone with furry paws and claws. She was even more special with her ears, 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.

  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 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. Even though we were great friends and I felt a bit weird about freaking him out, it was nice knowing I was the one with the ladies this time. Even better that it made him uncomfortable.

  “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 proven to be both very basic in their way of life. 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.”