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New Monsterverse Project Part 4
🕑 Added 2021-10-22 18:37:53 +0000 UTC(UNEDITED)
Juan sat on the couch in the main room of the house that he been assigned to. Arturo paced in front of him, hands on top of his head. Past Arturo, a line of stunning women with strange monsters body parts watched the two of them.
“Is it true?” a harsh, male voice asked. “First day, and you already failed…”
The owner of that voice entered from a hallway to the left. This man was no man at all. Rather, he was like the women in that he had monster parts. Horns grew out from his head curving back around like a goat, and each of his hands were extremely large. Unlike the women, who had each draped cloth around their private parts, this man was completely nude.
“Dammit, Grote,” Arturo said, gesturing to the man’s huge genitalia. “I thought we agreed that while he was around—”
“Clothing is something you do,” Grote replied. “Don’t expect me to cover myself simply because your people are ashamed of their tiny cocks.”
“Hey,” Juan protested.
Arturo and Grote turned to him to see what else he would say, but considering what this Grote character was sporting, Juan opted for silence. Relative to that… yeah the monster man was right.
“I don’t see the problem,” one of the women said. She was the one he’d met already, the one with the metal body parts. He couldn’t quite look her in the eyes yet, considering that how he met her had been while she was touching herself. Still, he gave her nod of appreciation for sticking up four him.
“If he stays, maybe it’s not a problem,” Arturo said.
“If he stays?” Grote laughed. “Is this how it is then? All of humanity will come and stay with us in our humble abode?”
“My nephew has nowhere else,” Arturo countered. “It’s not like we had somewhere else in mind to send them anyway, yet.”
“I have friends,” Juan protested. “I mean, I could stay with them…”
“Not anymore.”
Juan gulped, trying not to look at Grote, as hard as that was. He wasn’t the type to stare at naked men, but you try sitting in a room with a nude guy that well endowed and with monster parts. His attention went back to the women, and he noticed a new one had joined them. The lower half of her body was a snake, and as much of that should have freaked him out, he was intrigued. Unlike the others, she went the way of Grote, which is to say without clothes. Her breasts were there for him to take in, with his eyes anyway. He licked his lips and then quickly looked away, having realized that everyone was watching him stare.
“Everyone’s talking,” the snake woman said. “Looks like we have a new human who will be staying with us?”
“Apparently.” Arturo approached Juan, and sat down at his side. “I know this is a lot. Honestly, we can’t send you back out, not yet anyway. Not until we know you won’t tell anyone.”
Juan met his gaze, then turned to take in the room again. He couldn’t help but laugh. It wasn’t a simple life either, but in an ending laugh. He almost wondered if he would ever stop, but finally did when he met Grote’s angry stare.
“You find this situation humorous?” Grote growled. He stepped toward him, those massive hands forming fists. “We’re here, trying to survive… Fugitives of another land, land that would see us killed off or destroyed, some of us eaten. We are here fighting off evil, and you laugh.”
Juan wasn’t even smiling by the end of that statement. He bowed his head and thought, and met Grote stare. “No. I was laughing at the absurdity of me going out into the world beyond this estate and trying to tell them anything about you all.” He turned Arturo, and continued. “They throw me an insane asylum. Imagine, me saying I was taking to an estate with my uncle and shown half-snake woman, or…” He couldn’t even think to say you with the rest of them were. Not that it mattered, because the glare from the snake woman was penetrating.
“The proper term is Lamia,” the snake woman said. Or rather, the Lamia said.
“Sorry,” Juan said. He made sure his eyes were focused on hers, no lower, then added, “it would be awesome to stay here. I have literally zero complaints.”
Grote grunted his distaste for the situation, while Arturo stood, hands out as he said, “There you have it. Assuming Jericho and everyone else agrees, he’ll stay at least for now.”
“The discussion needs to be had,” Grote said.
The Lamia gave him a once up and down with her eyes, then scoffed. “It will be had, but the fact that you have started to talk as if you have any authority here is ridiculous.”
Grote glowered, then turned and left. Juan would be lying if he said he wasn’t glad to see the guy gone. Now that he could focus on looking at the women without the intimidation factor of that huge cock hanging around, he enjoyed the scene.
“I’ll go check in with the Myth Protector and see if Jericho’s around,” Arturo said, then glanced at the Lamia. “You mind coming? I think some of the monsters listen to you better and…” His nodded back Juan’s way, “I’m not sure he’ll be able to contain himself with your breasts hanging out like that.”
She scoffed, but glanced down at the huge bulge forming in Juan’s pants, and agreed. Juan adjusted himself to better hide his boner while they took off, a couple of the others going with them. That left him alone with the cyborg lady and two others.
“Hey,” he said, giving them a wave. “So am I supposed to just sit here?”
“I guess so,” the cyborg said, and she approached, sitting next to him, eyes taking him in. “You watched me, so…?”
“Huh?” He looked from her to the other two—one looking like a fox, the other with dark, shadowy skin that didn’t seem to always hold its permanence. “What now?”
“You know… You saw me touching myself, so now I want to see you touching yourself. Come on.”
He guffawed, then motioned to the other two. “They don’t want to see that.”
The fox kind of shrugged, while the other stared at him impassively.
He chuckled nervously not sure if this was a joke. Not that it mattered, because he suddenly felt his stomach churning, bile in his mouth. He blinked, and realized realization had just hit him. He had met a half-snake woman, gargoyles, and so much more. How could this be real? He clenched his stomach, staring at the ground, and said, “I think I’m going to be sick.”
“Fine, make excuses then,” the cyborg woman said. “But you owe me.”
“Sure, whatever.” He looked at her again, then to the fox one. “Are you all sure you’re not just wearing costumes? I mean, this is actually, somehow, happening?”
“You want to touch me and find out?”
He wasn’t sure if she meant sexually, after her last comment, but as she leaned over so that her metal leg was close to him, he reached out and touched it. Damn, it sure felt real! She took his hand and slid it up along her leg, all the way to the point where it melded with flesh. It wasn’t like he would have expected, but as if tiny nanobots actually merged into her flesh so the transition was smooth from the metal to the warm, soft skin.
She looked at him, licked her lips, and said, “We’ve never had a human. Some of the other ladies are with the Arturo and the other three, but not all of us. Maybe… you take me upstairs and change that?”
He gulped, feeling his groin respond.
“The others are returning,” Shadow said. “You might want to wait until after.”
“Damn.” The cyborg pushed his hand away and stood, smoothing out the light cloth that covered her. Only now did he notice that it failed to conceal her nipple—one nipple, as the other side was metal. She gave him a let-down pout. “To be continued, yeah?”
He nodded, certainly hoping it would be.
