Monster Milking - Hapto x Vigilant Thorne, futanari milking with monster girls)

Zigg stared down at her cards, considering her options. Her pile of plastic poker chips was small, nearly the smallest of her four housemates seated around the poker table. But if Zigg could just wait for her turn....

Across the table June was taking her dear sweet time, counting her considerable stack of chips with two slender hands, holding her cards in two more hands, her crown of five black eyes examining all her cards at once, as if daring them to make a move. Suddenly the arachne's four hands moved, discarding half her cards and drawing replacements in the same movement, before returning to her five-eyed stare, her bob of black hair framing her intently focused face.

Zigg smiled behind her own cards. If the spider had picked up cards of any value she'd have played them instantly, impulsive as always. Zigg looked to the next player, Ana, who nodded her brass coloured head to pass, her darker brown hood folding a little around her shoulders as she did. Her scaled face looked calm, her gold, slitted eyes coolly regarding the cards she held in one scaled hand. But as always the lamia's obvious tell gave her away - no-one had told the serpent how she flicked her forked-tongue when she was nervous. The sight of pink flashing across brown lips was all the sign Zigg needed to know that Ana's hand was a dud. She was going to wait for someone else to make a mistake first. Speaking of which.

"Full Harem," Mel announced happily, her white paws proudly laying down all five of her cards at once, her furry ears excitedly perked up from her long white hair. The nekomata took the dice in one pawed hand, her white tail swishing behind her as the feline leaned forward, shook the die, then tossed, her slitted green eyes watching intently as the die rolled to a stop on an eight.

"Damnit!" Mel yelled, her sharp canines flashing with the curse. Wrinkling her white face around her black nose, Mel defiantly sat back in her chair, using her bushy tail to push the last of her chips back into the centre of the table.

"Well what did you think was going to happen?" Zigg asked, "You have to role at least a ten to not get caught with a Full Harem. You should have used a gag-card last round, or a hypno-card, or a silencing-charm-card. Anything!"

Mel just stuck out her tongue at Zigg, the juvenile expression of defiance made entirely adorable by the feline curl of Mel's lips. Zigg tried not to giggle, turning her gaze to the last player at the table - the table itself. In the empty space between Mel and Zigg, a small pile of chips lay, behind which the varnished wooden surface bulged up into the shape of two wooden hands. One hand held five cards, the other rhythmically tapped its fingers on the table. It continued to tap for some time.

"Come on Cim?" Mel complained at the hands, which stopped their tapping, the free hand turning palm up, its fingers curled slightly, forming the kind of gesture one makes when they're on the verge of speaking, holding the moment out just a little longer. Zigg realized she was holding her breath - last round Cim had played two edging-cards, which Cim would only have done if they were about to go for something big.

As if on cue, the wooden hands placed their cards down on the table. 'Royal Blush', the hands signed. Zigg leaned forward in disbelief. Sure enough the cards had the whole set: a Demon Lord, Vampyre, Dragon, Lizhard and yes, a Dark Matter. But still, a Royal Blush would still need a twelve to... the wooden hands were already shaking the dice, letting them fly to land perfectly in the centre of the table, showing two sixes.

The rest of the table exploded, "What!" "No way!" and "You cheated!", all slowly receding to the steady sound of two wooden hands clapping themselves.

'I'd like to thank the Director, the cast,' the hands started signing.

"Oh shut up Cim," Zigg thrust her chips at the hands, as did the rest of the table, reluctantly covering the wooden hands in their winnings, which immediately proceeded to start happily diving in and out of the pile. Zigg smiled, it had been a good game of Hide the Human. She'd never understood why the game was illegal in some states. She could guess that it was to do with 'negative stereotypes' and 'sending the right message' and all that. Okay, the game was about trying to hide a human and milk them for all their worth without being caught. But still, it was traditional! Part of their heritage. So what if that kind of thing was illegal now?

Zigg licked her lips thirstily. All this talk of humans. "Jade," she called, only to find Jade already at her side. The light from the window behind Jade shone a deep green through the edges of her milky white body, showing the golemn to be the hollow carved doll of the stone she was named for. Her face was a literal mask, one without a mouth and with only the suggestion of a nose between the recesses of two, attentively watching carved eyes.

"Another Y please Jade," Zigg commanded, passing the golemn the empty blue bottle of the last Y she'd drunk, wrinkling her small nose at the memory. The drink really was disgusting - fizzy and bitter, too salty and nowhere near sweat enough. Real human semen tasted nothing like that! Zigg should know - she'd tried it often enough, at least when she could scrape together the money and courage to go buy a mil or two from the Ghoul a few blocks over. Zigg swore that wretched undead was overcharging - it couldn't REALLY be that expensive. Sure, harvesting humans was highly illegal, punishable by death since the new Demon Lord had taken the throne and decided monsters and humans were chummy-ol-pals now. But still.

Zigg pouted, the look making her lips look almost large in her wide, large eyed face. Her burnt red hair shifted as the tips of her long ears lowered slightly, her whiteless hazel eyes looking at the closed front door. The Dwarf wondered - maybe, just maybe their luck was all about to change. She'd been talking to someone who said they were a human for weeks now, chatting online, becoming the bestest of best friends. They'd even gotten to the point where the human had actually agreed to visit, coming all the way here to a monster-only apartment in a monster-only suburb to meet their new found monster friends. Surely no-one could be that naive.

Zigg saw a new blue bottle of Y enter her field of vision, Jade having silently returned. Zigg took the drink in one short arm, clawed fingers tapping the blue glass thoughtfully, hesitating before taking the first sip, still staring at the door.

Terra walked up a flight of warn out steps, holding a slip of paper tightly in one hand. She checked it repeatedly, looking at each door she passes. On it was scribbled an address and room number in blue sharpie. The handwriting was large, but neat and feminine. Eventually, she found the correct room. She double checked to make sure with was the right room, and then knocked tentativly. She listened for a minute, but didn't hear a response from within the room. She heard roudy yelling, and what seemed like clapping. She re-checked the paper again, confirming it was the correct residence. She made sure no one was coming, and knocked again, more tentativly. "H-Hello?" She called out uncertainly.

The sheltered girl had never been in a monster neighborhood before, and was downright intimidated with what she'd seen. She had seen pictures of the varied creatures online, but it was far more intimidating in the flesh. Some passerby's on the street had stared at her, and their gazes caused her to shift uncomfortably. Her clothes were fairly loose, and baggy, hiding her petite body. Her shirt caught on her chest; small compared to most girls, but large for her body. A knee long dress covered most of her legs, but her pale calves still were visible above her black combat boots. She wondered why all the monsters gazed at her with what seemed like a voracious apetite, and felt far safer in the dimly lit empty hallway. She sighed, and knocked again, almost audibly. "Zigg?" She called out. "It's Terra! Did you still want to meet?" She jiggled the door handle; and leaned on the door, clumsily falling face first into the room of monster girls.

It was like magic: Zigg was staring at the door, willing it to open, when it did. And oh how it did!

Everyone reacted at once. Ana stood bolt upright, throwing her chair back as her serpent body straightened and swivelled to face the noise. June leapt straight up, landing on the roof and hanging there between her eight limbs, tensed and ready. Mel - dear Mel leapt straight backwards, collecting her chair and thudding to the floor with a loud feline yelp of surprise.

Only Cim and Zigg remained where they were, neither having a strong predatory impulse, both startled but still, watching. Zigg's large eyes adjusted quickly, her hazile irises flooding in around her narrowing pupils, adapting to the dim light of the hallway, bright compared to the dark atmosphere of their former card game. The door was open, and on the floor before it was... no... it couldn't be! Zigg stood on her chair, making little difference in height for a three foot high dwarf, leaning her stocky clawed arms on the table to crane her oval head far enough to see the newcomer in totality.

"Terran42?" Zigg asked in disbelief, her large pointed ears pricked forward and her voice high with surprise. She gulped, and switched from username to real name: "Terra? Is that you?"

Jade, silent as ever, had already moved to the newcomer's side, the stone doll offering a cloudy white hand to help her to her feat.

Terra took the dolls hand, looking slackjawed around the room. She tried not to stare too much, but was unable to tear her eyes off of the strange inhabitants of the room. "H-hi!" She blurted out shakily. "I-I'm Terra. Sorry for the door..." she stood up, rubbing her neck awkwardly. She hadn't expected her friend to have roommates, let alone ones that were so alien and strange to her.

She tried to focus on the small girl in front of her, but the strange sights kept distracting her. "And yeah. That's my handle at least." Referencing her online name. "I came at the right time, right?" She tried fixing her clothing, which had bunched up between her legs and across her chest. She straightened them out, and patted off any dust she had accumulated from the floor.

Zigg took a deep breath. This was actually happening! She'd come, she was real, she was human, and she was here! Here, alone, at least from the looks of it.

Zigg craned her short neck to one side, making sure there was no-one else standing in the open doorway, a friend perhaps, a chaperone, a swat team. Hells, Terra could be a cop herself, undercover, was this all a setup! Zigg took another deep breath - don't be stupid, she's not a cop. Just look at her!

Zigg looked at her, really saw Terra for the first time. Loose clothes, slight build but definitely feminine. Knee length dress - traditional? Combat boots - radical, practical? Pale legs, smooth skin. Nice legs. Nicer chest. Young face. Nice, innocent eyes.

Zigg swallowed, feeling her cheeks and ears flush with warmth. This human girl was very attractive now Zigg came to look at her, Terra's innocence only adding to the allure - an unsuspecting prey, totally unaware it was being stalked, an enticing situation even to a dwarf. To say nothing of Ana, still standing two meters tall atop her straightened brass and bronze tail-body, swaying ever so slightly side to side as she stared at Terra, an unconscious, predatory movement. Or June, frozen on the roof, unseen and unmoving, staring with wide eyed awe down at the newcomer. Or Mel, rising from her toppled chair with a series of neko curses and spluttering hissing, all of which stopped the instant she saw Terra. The white feline stared, grabbing urgently at Zigg's arm as Mel urgently whispered:

"Human - human. Human!"

Zigg shrugged Mel off. She realized she hadn't said anything in too long.

"Y-yes" Zigg started, stammering a little before rushing forwards, "yes you came ARRIVED" Zigg frantically corrected, "at the right time. P-please cum in ENTER. Would you like a drink?" her voice squeezing meekly at the end.

Terra rubbed her neck awkwardly, as the occupants around the room stared at her in silence. It felt as if all the monsters were devouring her with their eyes. She jumped in surprise as she noticed the occupant on the ceiling. She titled her head trying to recognize the forms of each girl.

She frowned as Mel hissed in Zigg's ear, wondering what the feline had said. "I'd love something to drink, sure!" She replied, still looking around the room. "Is there somewhere I could sit or...?" She asked not wanting to insult anyone. She wondered why the small girl was being so awkward and correcting herself. She hadnt understood the obvious Freudian slip.

She stared at each monster, the shock finally wearing off, allowing her to register what she saw. The feline standing in front of her was sleek and slender, with a bit of femininity. She had obviously disturbed the creature on the ceiling, and was unsure if she should apologize or flee, but the majority of her attention was absorbed by the short dwarf girl in front of her. She had expected a short stocky fat woman covered in warts and moles, and was pleasantly surprised. She realised she was staring, and looked away, but not before noticing Zigg had some very... feminine features.

She looked down and realized that the hand she was holding was not flesh but some... mechanical creature. She jumped a little in shock, and pulled her hand away, then she looked around qyickly, her cheeks flushing out of embarrasment. "I-I didnt mean to be rude!" She insisted apologetically to the golem, still holding her hand to her chest.

Jade stared at Terra impassively. It was the kind of truly impassive expression only someone with neither mouth, nose, nor emotions of any kind could wear.

A laugh startled itself out of Zigg, "Oh never mind that. You can't be rude to a golemn. Jade," Zigg commanded, the white face turning to its master as the dwarf ordered, "go and heat up the bottle of the 13th generation for our new guest. I'm sure she could use a drink."

Ana and Cim both gasped at the order, their gasps expressed as a hiss and a silent startling of wooden hands. The '13th generation' brand kitsune sake was an expensive drink, even though it was a cheap imitation of the real thing. But, Zigg thought as she sat back down on her chair, they could all use a stiff drink right now, gods how they could! And the effects of the ingredients of kitsune sake other than alcohol would also help matters.

"Please, come, sit," Zigg gestured to the empty wooden chair nearest to Terra. The chair's shape was a little hard to see for a moment, like it was out of focus or moving, even though the next moment it was clearly an ordinary, wooden chair, like any of the others at the table. Except none of the other chairs had a strand of wooden string curving out from one of the legs, connected to the base of the table itself, whose wooden hands had vanished.

The other girls seemed to suddenly relax, staring between new chair and disappeared golemn, interpreting some unseen que that commanded them to act natural. Ana's scaled torso lowered with a soft rustling sound as her tail curled onto the floor, one coil of it pushing her chair back up underneath her as the serpent sat back down, crossing her long arms over her chest. June hesitated a moment more, then dropped, looking almost weightless as her light body fell without a sound back into her chair, legs tucked underneath and four arms rested on the table in two pairs, making her look almost human in shape. Almost.

"But," Mel stammered, still frozen at Zigg's elbow, audibly whispering, "human, human!"

"Yes, Mel," Zigg said with a forceful kindness, "just relax. Go play with your ball or something."

Mel pouted, affronted, "Do you mind! I'm not some kind of -" but that was the last she managed, distracted by a tantalizingly moving spot of light on the table edge, focussed through the end of the blue glass bottle Zigg held. A turn of the bottle made the light dart onto the floor and Mel pounce after it.

Still turning the bottle in one hand to the sound of scampering and pouncing, Zigg smiled warmly at Terra, the smile reaching the corners of her large eyes. "I'm so glad you could come. Would you mind closing the door though, your letting the draft in." It was said as if it were the mildest request - yet everyone at the table was suddenly holding their breaths.

"Oh, of course!" Terra responded compliantly. She had detected that the monsters were acting strange, but wrote it off as "cultural differences", or "a figment of her imagination."
She shut the door, which made a loud clicking sound, and walked over to the chair. She stared at it for a second. It seemed.... "off". The porportions seemed just slightly different than normal, and the texture looked wooden but seemed almost fluid.

She looked up quickly, realising she had been staring at the chair for several seconds. She jumped in surprise to see the whole room staring at her expectantly, save Mel, who was fixated on her light. Terra sat down quickly, crossing her legs and putting her hands in her lap. Her skirt rid up slightly, showing off a large amount of skin. She coughed once, awkwardly, before shifting more comfortably in her chair. "So.... how are you?" She asked Zigg.

"I'm... good," Zigg managed. Well this was certainly awkward. All they needed now was for someone to comment about the weather. Thankfully Mel was still distracted, trying to lift up the sofa to chase after the light that had apparently darted underneath, the thumping of furniture and frantic purring the only sounds in the otherwise still room.

Jade return with a steaming tray. "Oh thank Lilith" Zigg blurted under her breath, then smiling as she gestured expansively "drinks, in honor of our new human friend." Her cheer and good will sounded a little manic.

Jade moved around the table, her milky form moving silently as she transfered handless china cups from her tray to the table. The first she placed before Ana, the serpent's tongue already flicking frantically as her slitted gold eyes stared at Terra, but the flashes of pink becoming slower as the steam reached them, more languid, the serpent closing her eyes as her slitted nostrils breathed deep of the scent. Another cup was placed at Mel's empty space, another before Zigg's round, folded arms. The second last was placed before June, whose crown of five black eyes stared down at the clear-liquid within suspiciously, two pairs of hands tentatively reaching for the warm cup, slender fingers poking the clear liquid experimentally. And the last cup was placed before Terra, after which Jade took a silent step back, standing impassively behind Terra's side, the golemn's tray holding only the tall, thin, corked china bottle of kitsune sake.

Terra's cup steamed in front of her, the clear liquid seen only as a kind of liquid shadow within. The rising steam smelt, well, warm more than anything else. But it was a spiced warmth, flavored with cinnamon, smelling earthy and vaguely sweet. Around the table the other girl's all held their cups, except for Mel, who had finally remembered herself and returned to her empty space to carefully peer over the edge of the table across at Terra, the nekomata's white hair and ears making her presence far less hidden than she seamed to think it was. But the rest of the girls all held their steaming cups in a variety of hands, holding them up before variously shapes lips, all waiting. Waiting for Terra apparently.

"Cheers," Zigg gestured with the cup by way of a hint, everyone still waiting for her to join her in the welcoming toast.

Terra picked up her cup, staring at it. It didn't look like anything she had had before,and definetly not like sake. "C-cheers!" She responded uncertainly, trying to sound like she knew what was going on. It felt like all the other girls were having some sort of unspoken conversation, to which she wasn't privy. 'Perhaps it's because their monsters... or because they've lived together.' She attempted to rationalize it, but no matter how she looked at it, she began getting the feeling that something was off.

She took a small sup of her drink, and her face scrunched in a mix of surprise and disgust. It wasn't that the drink tasted bad, the cinnamon and other various spices were quite pleasant, and it was quite sweet, but there was something unmistakably 'off' about the drink. Some underlying taste which tasted nothing like any human beverage, yet somehow familiar.
"What did you say this was again?" Terra asked, trying to put on a pleasant face foe the group, barely able to hide her disgust. She took another sip as to not be rude.

"Oh, just fermented rice," Zigg said wish a dismissive wave of her clawed hand, "some spices, a little faehoney," a virgin soul. She didn't say the last part, but everyone at the table knew it, save for Terra of course. And of course it wasn't a real virgin soul - this was an imitation after all, and virgin sacrifices were hard to come by in these parts. But it was certainly real human, if not made by a kitsune then by a vampyre or lych or other kind of greater monster.

Zigg had often wondered how exactly it was done, transferring the will and pure lifeforce of a human into liquid form. Magic, yes, but that wasn't an explanation. And more Zigg had wondered at the effect. The lip of the china cup was warm as she brought it between her own, closing her eyes as she took another slow swig, letting the warm liquid pool around her tongue. She frowned, it really did taste foul - but you got what you paid for, and the approximation of the taste wasn't as important as the soul itself. She swallowed, and smiled broadly. Now she could feel it, the warmth of the drink spreading out into her body, tingling at the edges, an almost electric feeling coursing through her veins, leaving behind a glowing joy. She breathed out heavily, a hint of her voice in the breath. What a rush!

Zigg half opened her eyes, curious even now as to what effect it was having on the others. Ana still had her eyes closed, her nostrils still breathing deeply, her dark lips curled up at the edges, her body swaying ever so slightly. Mel was still fixedly staring at Terra over the table, ears and eyes focussed on her, not even seeing the drink in between, ignoring the twitching if her nose as strands if steam wafted towards her. Meanwhile June had carefully dipped one slender finger into it, bringing the segmented digit up to her face, her five eyes squinting at a drip. She placed it on her tongue. Her eyes widened, then half closed, her body shuddering as a strange, clicking purring started in the arachne's throat. Of course now she'd decided it was safe she'd down the whole thing, as soon as she remembered herself.

And Terra. What effect was it having on her? Well, Zigg knew what effect it should have, at least if the monster or demon who'd distilled the soul had done their job half decently. A similar physical rush, a feeling of life and joy, more so as the human soul flowed into a human body. And there compatibility would have another effect as well - memories.

They'd be indistinct, just incoherent flashes of the life the soul had lead, maybe a little childhood, a little fondest memories, and a lot of what happened at the end.

Were this real kitsune sake, they would be memories of decadence, of a willing sacrifice drenched in pleasure, writhing in the expert care of a harem of kitsune, the finest perfumes and silks and drugs and magic all making them feel so unspeakably good their soul was lifted out of them.

But this was an imitation, made by a local kitsune or vampyre or lych or another powerful monster, who may well have banked on the drink being consumed only by monsters seeking a buzz, rather than used for its intended purpose of forcing erotic memories onto an unwary human.

So what would Terra see? What would she feel? Perhaps later Zigg could get her to drink the whole bottle, then try to describe where she was, who was there, and incantations ir drugs or special tools they used. But later, after she was secured.

For now, Zigg steeples her thick, clawed fingers, her wide eyes staring over them at Terra, unable to hide her own interest.

"So, how does it... taste?"

Terra shivered, and she felt the warmth of the drink spreading throughout her body. She had never had alcohol, and she assumed that this was how all alcohol affected humans. "It's uhm... It's good!" She said uncertainly. As she talked she felt her muscles relax, and a powerful tingling in her ass and breasts, as if someone was massaging and sucking on them simultaneously. she felt her nipples harden, and hoped that no one would notice that she wasn't wearing a bra under her sweater. she let out a small gasp as the feeling intensified. she tried to maintain her compoure, and took a few more small sips. "Th-The spices are q-q-quite good! But I don't think I-I've ever had Faehoney, it tastes a bit....Off." She admitted. her cheeks flushed, and she began sweating under her clothes. She was blushing a lewd pink color, and she shifted in her chair. the tingling spread to her pussy, although not as stong as the tingling in her ass, it was enough to start stimulating her juices to flow. A small trickle created a damp spot in the back of her dress, pooling in the center of the chair. The realization caused her to blush a darker shade of pink, and she shifted again, hoping no one would notice the dark spot in the back of her dress.
She began drinking more, hoping no one would notice her small gasps for air, or her flushed countenance. Soon, the entire glass was gone, and the hot feeling was covering her whole body, the tingling intense and almost unbearable. "A-I'm sorry... I finished already. I... I've never had alcohol before and I-I guess I got carried away." She held the glass out to jade, unsure what to do with it. "I might have drank too much..."

Jade looked at Zigg, who nodded. Jade refilled Terra's cup.

"Oh don't worry," Zigg soothed, "it's just the warmth - it hits everyone at first, makes them a little warm under the collar. It'll pass soon," she lied.

It was an easy lie to believe - the seat below Terra was perfectly dry, the spot where she was sure there should damp patch now having no evidence of it at all, the wooden surface dry, and very snugly fitting around her.

Zigg lifted her own, barely drunk cup meaningfully. "Cheer-" she began.

One moment the sound of June's purring stopped. The next she'd grabbed her own cup and drained it in one precise movement, the empty cup hitting the table with a forceful clunk that made the surface shake. Terra felt it even in the seat of her chair.

June's head lolled back, all her eyes closed, a broad smile spreading across her face, revealing strange shadows behind her teeth. Her happy, clicking purr overlayed her high voice as she announced to the ceiling, "Naaaaahr! Barala'kht-TE-mahrka!" She hiccuped, then giggled fitfully.

Zigg was still holding her own cup up, still frozen halfway through her last word. She closed her mouth, opened it again to speak slowly, June the focus of Zigg's forceful politeness, "So you like it then, Junebuggy."

"Eh, eh!" June nodded happily, insistently holding her empty cup out to Jade, "Tek!"

The golemn looked at Zigg, who hesitantly nodded. Jade refilled June's cup.

A moment later the empty cup clunked onto the table again, causing another groaning shake from the wooden surface all the way to Terra's chair.

June giggled, "Nehe, aaahlEH!" the last sound startled out of her as her chair seemed to collapse of its own volition. Another hiccup and giggle sounded from the floor.

A sharp thump lifted the table as Zigg kicked it from beneath, answered by another shaking groan. "Sorry," Zigg said throgh gritted, sharp teeth, "some of this furniture is very old and crappy!" A much quieter groan sounded from the table.

"Tek!" June announced from right beside Terra. The archnid had moved silently, either around the floor or under the table, and was now staring at Terra from a few inches away, Terra's own face reflected in five back eyes.

"Tek!" June repeated, smiling broadly as she motioned at Terra's full cup.

"S-he..." Zigg started weakly, her voice shaking with embarrassment, "...recommends it to you. Loosely translated."

"Tek! Eh eh!' June insisted, her black eyes bright with eagerness.

Terra watched the scene, unsure of what was happening. She hadnt noticed that the spot below her had disapeared, her dress still felt damp. It was strange... the furniture in this house didn't seem...right. it almost had sounded like the grumbling had come 'From' the table, but that was impossible, right? She was unsure of what was happening to June, she was unable to understand a single word she was saying. She had only looked away for a moment, to examine the chair that was formed suspiciously well to her ass, when she looked up to see June several inches away from her face.

She shrieked, spilling the sake over her dress, she quickly drank the rest down; the heat intensifying in her breasts. The entire room felt far too hot, and beads of sweat began breaking out all along her body... she wanted to tear her sweater off... let her tits be free for all to see and enjoy. She wanted to lift her skirt... lettin a cool breeze flow over her and- no! What was she thinking? She must be drunk to be having such thoughts. She placed the empty glass down on the table, feeling the chair below her shake again. "What's up with this chair?" She gasped, looking around. "And why is everyone staring at me like tha-" she looked down, her jaw hanging open. Somehow, her sweater had lifted up, and both of her pale white tits were exposed to the whole room. She couldn't recall lifting her shirt, but maybe she had...and she knew that June hadn't moved to touch her, but she was definetly topless now. She blushed a bright pink, pulling her shirt back down. "Ohmygod, I'msosorry!" She blurted out. "I'm going to go now! I'm sorry again!" She stood up to leave.

The chair stood with her.

Despite standing upright, Terra's chair was still firmly holding onto her rear, its back pressing snugly against her own, its legs dropping liquidly behind her thighs, save for one that had been pulled round her side by a taut chord of wood, connecting it to the base of the rippling table.

The table leapt. It happened so fast it was almost instant: one moment Terra was standing with a semisolid chair on her back and a table before her, the next the table was gone and the chair had become a very solid pair of crossed wooden beams standing behind her, a stocky X of hardwood with her wrists and ankles firmly secured at the ends in leather, buckle-less belts.

In the space of a heartbeat her limbs had been held straight out from her body, while something held her chin. It was impossible to see properly, her chin held in place and unable to look down, giving her barely a glimpse of shimmering black hair. It was June's short bob of hair, the archanid's head firmly pressed against Terra's neck, filling the space between chin and collarbones but not felt on her neck itself!

An archne's "kiss" is an insidious thing, never felt, always experienced. A victim never actually felt the two pinpricks breaking the skin, because the neurotoxin they injected was so potent its effects travelled faster than the nerves themselves, overtaking any sense of pain or pressure and replacing it with whatever feeling the neurotoxins were designed to give. Most of the time, the feeling was excruciating pleasure. For Terra, it was numbness, a powerful paralytic acting on her nerves and completely removing all sensation and strength. The bite was brief, only affecting the very front of her neck and only very shallowly. The numbness there could have gone unnoticed for hours - had the affected area not also included her vocal cords, now utterly paralysed and incapable of making a sound above a voiceless breath.

June pulled back, two dark shapes tucking back into her mouth. "Nehe," she giggled, then, "TekEEeh."

Zigg was still staring in stunned silence, the dwarf's mind frantically processing everything the last few seconds had contained and the massive implications of it all. So, with her conscious mind whirring, her subconscious mind translated June's words on automatic.

"Try and scream now," she flatly translated.

Terra needed no translation, or any suggestion from June. As soon as her mind was able to register that she was trapped, her mouth was already forming the words, but nothing happened. She tried and failed again. Over and over she tried to scream for help, thrashing against her firm bonds, but nothing gave. She looked pleasingly at Zigg for help, still struggling against her bonds. She couldn't mover her head, and somehow the "chair" was now holding her spread eagle, in front of the whole room. The tingling sensation still covered her body, and a trickle ran down her left thigh.

Now that she was pulled straight up, with no way to cover herself, a sizable bulge was noticable between her legs, pushing at the dark fabric of the dress. Although she couldn't look down to see it, she could feel her panties pushing into the dress. She eyed widened in shock, and she attempted to cross her legs and hide her shame, but her efforts were fruitless. Her mouth begged for mercy, promising no one would know if they let her go, but no sound was made. She was helpless, and completly, uterly alone, at the whims of several monster girls... and a chair.

"Please, let me go," Zigg unconsciously translated Terr'a silent words to the room at large.

The dwarf blinked. "I'm, I'm sorry," she stated. The turned briskly to the serpent.

"Ana."

Her body snapped to face Zigg, already standing in reaction, her reflexes taut with instinct, tongue flicking frantically. Zigg's tone was level and clear, "go to the ghoul Trablek Lane and get a privacy hex, grade 3 or above. Don't let her swindle you with a grade 2, it won't be enough. Tell her to take it out of what she owes me - it should more than cover it. Don't answer any questions and be back inside half an hour before the bite wears off."

Ana hesitated, then bowed, her deep, musical voice intoning, "the sun rises."

Apparently this was an assent, as with a twist of her body the serpent then sprung past Terra, the sound of the door opening punctuating the hiss of scales on wood and ending with the door closing again.

"Jade," Zigg commanded, the golemn still beside Terra, turning its impassive face to its master. Zigg's tone was even more brisk, sweat beading on her forehead as she commanded, "In my room, the wardrobe, the boxes on the left, all of them - and the black box under my bed. Now."

Jade nodded, and silently left the room.

"Ehch," June asked, "eheh tekch?"

"Yes," Zigg answered, her jaw setting with the decision. "Yes, we're really doing this."

Zigg stood, her height actually shrinking as she lowered her short legs to the floor and strode towards Terra. Zigg's tone was less brisk now, still firm, but sadder. "I really am very sorry," she said to Terra, Zigg's hands open at her sides as she advanced to show she wasn't holding any weapons in her claws. "No-one's going to hurt you," she soothed, her tone steady and aimed to be reassuring, lifting slightly as she added, "in fact we're going to take good care of you, make you feel really good."

Zigg stopped before Terra, the dwarf only coming up to the level of Terra's hips. Unfortunately, this gave the dwarf a perfect eye-level view of the pronounced bulge between Terra's legs. Zigg stared at it, looking at it from one side than another, as if she didn't quiet believe her eyes. Then she smiled broadly.

"Really good!" she promised, as one claw reached for the wait of Terra's pants.

Terra watched as the dwarf issued commands to the girls and jade, confused. She had no idea what was happening, or why she had been strung up like this. She kept pulling at her restraints weakly, her eyes wide in panic. God... they were going to eat her, wernt they? This is what happened when she decided to branch out and try to meet new people. She'd end up as a pile of bones in a dumpster somewhere. She grew even more confused as Zigg approached her slowly, showing that she wasn't armed, and that no harm would come to Terra. Once Zigg upon her, she could no longer see the small girl, and she became frantic again. What could she be doing down there? Why can't I move my neck? What boxes? What Hex?What the hell is going on? Terra's mind buzzed with questions. And then... she felt her dress get pulled to the floor.

She froze, the air felt cold on her smooth bare legs, as her dress was pulled down. And then she realised that the tingling that was still covering her body had masked another tingling sensation between her legs. Her entire body blushed a bright pink as she realised the large bulge in her cotton-white panties was visible for all to see. She began begging silently to be released, trying to cross her legs urgently to hide the shame that sprouted from between her legs.

Ever since she was young she had had it, the large package that signaled that she was different from other girls. She had looked and sounded like any other girl, but lockerooms were her bane. This most likely contributed to her liking of baggy clothes, and her avoidance of anything physical, where one bad slip might expose her to the world. Her parents had tried to tell her she was normal, even suggesting surgery if she wanted, but once they had passed, the chance of that had gone. She had been left alone, with a secret that dominated her life.

Much was happening below Terra's field of view, the spoken words her main clue as to what was happening.

"Oh wow." That was Zigg, the awed voice coming from the level of her groin.

"Ehka! EhKAka!" That was definitely June, sounding at the same height and very enthusiastic.

"I know," Zigg again, sounding very pleased

"Ehka, talchalek'meKA!"

"Yes I know June."

"Me'shcha?"

"No I don't think it's fake, look."

The smooth feeling of Zigg's claws touched Terra's hips, just above the taut bands her underwear. The claws lowered, hooked their tips under the fabric, pulled down. Her underwear started to slide, the tension against her groin moving, lowering, then overcame all at once as she sprung free.

There was a collective gasp from below her.

"EH'KA!!"

"Yes June. Wow indeed."

There was another intake of breath, longer and higher pitched, heard and felt on the tip of her cock. Zigg's voice was so deep it was more a groan when she spoke again.

"Gods can you smell that June."

"'Shka," came the flatly un-impressed answer.

"Oh right, I forget sometimes you don't have a nose. I'm sorry because this smells indecently good."

"Cha?"

"Oh it's like," another deep inhale heard and felt, drawing down one side of her until Zigg couldn't breath in any more, her breath leaving her in an explosive, "fuck! It's, it's like the best humal and hufem fragrances - the really posh stuff, the hundreds of dollars a tiny-bottle stuff. But better, no preservatives, just pure, uncut human. Both kinds of human at once!"

"Kaaaaa!", June sounded awed.

"I know, why if you had half a sense of smell you'd - Mel what are you doing."

A loud purring sound had been drawing closer all the while, and not the strange clicking purring of June but a deeper, vibrantly feline sound. It rose in waves, cresting in time with the swish, swish of a silky white tail before Terra's face.

Something touched her legs, two hands pressing into her skin on either side of her, the palms very smooth and very warm, almost painfully so. Around the warmth silky fur brushed her skin, outlining padded fingers all the way up to the sharp pricks of claws, resting on her hips, applying pressure without breaking the skin as the hands rhythmically pulled and pushed on her legs in time with the waves of purrs.

"Mel, maybe you could -"

The purr shifted, became a low growl, the claws tensing against Terra's skin.

"Alright, alright, just relax. No-one's going to take her away from you. Just, try not to let her cum inside you, okay?"

The purring had resumed, loudly and oblivious to the request, rising in time with the needing pressure either side of her. A hot breath reaching her tip, becoming a cooler intake, a deep draw in of her scent followed by a much louder sound of purring and the excited swishing of white before her face. Then lips toucher her skin.

Terra continued struggling, trying to buck her hips as Zigg attempted to pull down her waistband. And then... she was naked. She frozen as she felt cool air rushing along her shaft, encircling her balls, and then blowing lightly around her damp entrance. Her entire body flushed a deeper shade of pink, as each of the girls complemented her in awe. Her cock twitched as they began smelling her. She hadn't bathed since the proceeding morning, and even then it had only been a light shower, with no soap. She rarely went out, choosing to stay inside, reading and playing Video Games, so proper hygiene rarely was a thought. Her feminine musk was amplified due to the constant trickle of wetness that ran down her leg. she winced in pain as Mel's claws scratched her skin lightly. 'Wait... Did she say cum? Don't let her cum inside you? What? What were they planning on-' And then she felt it, Mel's warm breath, and then her warmer lips, pressing softly against Terra's tip. She closed her eyes, hoping that this wasn't really happening, hoping that when she opened them she'd be at home asleep in her bed, balled up in her blankets, but as she thought that, she felt a warm wetness encircling her head. She opened her mouth in a silent gasp, as she awaited the inevitable.

Terra had never been with anyone before. Any girls she met would be instantly put off by her massive 10" member, and she had never really been in to guys. She usually masturbated at night, while watching hentai, sometimes even plugging her feminine parts with a hairbrush, to make it feel that much better, but nothing had prepared her for this. The sake coursed through her body, as Mel barely touched the tip to her lips. She felt tingling all over, from her toes to her fingertips. Flashes of heat passed over her, and she felt like she would melt from the pleasure. She wanted to look down and see what was happening, to find out why she felt this way, but her neck remained immobile.

Silky white swished before Terra, the excited tail movements of Mel all Terra could see, but not all she could feel.

She could feel Mel breathing against her, the air moving coolly past Terra's skin as Mel breathed in through her nose, then blasting hot over her as the feline breathed out in time with a heavy groan. Terra could [feel the groan too, coming through Mel's lips as they shuddered around the end of Terra's cock, the feeling somehow not as distinct as the joyfully wet heat between the lips.

The heat rushed forward as Mel's lips enveloped Terra's cock, drawing her head inside in one breathtaking moment. Then came Mel's tongue.

It felt smooth yet also not, neither rough nor abrasive, just very, very clear. Its wet touch held onto Terra's skin, pulling it round as Mel dragged her tongue around Terra's head, making her own skin move against her as Mel's warm breath came in shaking bursts onto Terra's shaft, where something new touched her.

A firm ring of pressure encircled her, like skin but less yielding, firmer and a little cool to the touch. It felt like fingers maybe, but just a little too thin, a little too long, too easily encircling her shaft in two smooth digits, a long thumb reaching the other way to seal the grip around her.

The grip moved, pulling her skin back, intense sensation widening on her head as her glans were laid bare to Mel's circling tongue and another louder groan.

Terra was shaking constantly, as intense sensation after intense sensation coveted her in waves. She opened her mouth in a massive yet silent scream of pleasure. She attempted to throw back her head in pleasure, as her foreskin was pulled back to expose her sensitive head. Mel's mouth felt warm and damp, a particular combination of sensation which she had never though was possible. Her sack tightened instinctually in reaction to the pleasure, becoming tight and wrinkled against her body. Tears began streaming from her eyes, though she didn't know why. She wasn't sad, quit the oposited really. All her fear and axiety was temporarily gone, she could only focus on the wonderfull sensations being given to her by this cute monstergirl.

The hand on her shaft moved, sliding her foreskin forward again and into Mel's warm mouth. The warmth seemed to increase, becoming a pleasantness again her skin. It was a stark contrast to the sharp pleasure that spread over her as the hand slid her skin back again, exposing her to Mel's rolling tongue. And the hand kept going, slowly sliding her back and forth, between radiant pleasantness and trembling intensity, the movement starting its own pleasure in her shaft, building and insistent.

Another hand wrapped around her shaft, nearer the base, moving all of her at once in steady strokes into and out of Mel's mouth. Then two more hands touched her legs. They were as long and thin as the two on her shaft, all four evidently belonging to the same person. The two new hands were smooth on her skin, sliding up the insides of her thighs, the two thin hands the perfect size to grip both her balls.

Terra mouth hung open, a line of drool running lazily down her chin, her eyes were half-lidded, and unfocused. The intense, and gentle pleasure she was feeling seemed to be too much for her to handle. She was still trembling as Mel and June continued their ministrations. Her balls instinctivly tightened under June's gentle grasp, as the smooth hands cupped them tentativly. Her balls were heavy, despite the tightening sensation, and she felt a familiar pressure building at the base of her cock. All thoughts of escape were temporarily forgotten, as her cock began throbbing in rhythm to the gentle strokes. The pressure continued to grow in intensity, as precum dribbled into Mel's mouth. Through her delirium, she knew what was coming. She knew that she wouldn't be able to help it.

A warm breath tickled the back of Terra's ear, preceding the sight of June's smiling face peering round over one shoulder. Terra's own face was reflected and duplicated in the archnid's five black eyes, all focused on the captive human.

June giggled. "Ehch'kaaa," she emphatically stated, followed by a firm squeeze of Terra's balls and another firm two handed stroke of her shaft. Evidently it was June's hands holding Terra's member, rhythmically stroking her into Mel's sucking mouth, rhythmically squeezing both her balls, four of the arachnid's small hands expertly working Terra's male sex as two hands more stroked up her sides, rising to stroke the soft skin around Terra's breasts.

"Ench'kaKA!" June repeated, thin smooth fingertips circling around Terra's nipples in time with the words.

"Not fake at all," Zigg translated for June, somewhat belatedly, the sound of Zigg's voice coming from way down between Terra's legs. A breath touched Terra there too, a warm exhale over her lower lips followed by a cool intake of breath and an emphatic "fuuuuck" from Zigg.

Skin twitched against the insides of Terra's thighs, soft, hot skin that flinching at the contact. It was Zigg's ears, touching Terra's legs on either side of Zigg's wide head, the contact growing firmer as it moved upwards in time with Zigg's rising mouth. Her tongue sunk in between Terra's lips, shaking violently in time with another exhaled, "uuuuck!"