Monster Girls

by Rodzil LaBraun

  Monster Girls.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  There were two of them. The one with the spear was the black devil I had spotted in the valley. Her demonic appearance combined with her feline stance conjured up images of my favorite catwoman movie. Just with horns instead of cat ears.

  The second girl was a short, kind of a stocky purple lizard. That was grossly understating her appearance, though. There was no doubting her femininity, despite her smallish breasts, which weren't that sexually arousing due to the lavender scaly flesh. No hair either. A slender upper body with a wide base. Fat hips and stocky reptilian legs. And a tail. Let's not forget that part. But she had the most beautiful yellow slitted eyes that I had ever seen.

  Lizard girl was only about four feet tall, but probably weighed close to two hundred pounds. A forked tongue shot out of her mouth as she smiled at me. That was more than freaky. In her hand was a ring that appeared to be made from wood. It almost looked like a tambourine. There was a single purple gemstone on the side facing me. As she wiggled the thing back and forth the air rippled in the space between us. And my skin began to tingle.

  I had drawn my pistol, but my hand lost a grip on it as the power of the lizard's ring loosened every muscle in my body. It was all that I could do to remain standing. Honeysuckle dropped to her knees almost instantly, trying in vain to cling to my shorts as she fell forward.

  "You take the fat one," the black devil girl said. I tried to laugh, but my body didn't have to the strength to do so. First, I thought these alien monster women calling Sage fat was downright hilarious. Secondly, they spoke English! Well, Galactic Standard is what they called my language now.

  "No," the lizard girl responded as she looked down at Honey's lithe form motionless on the ground. Her tongue slithered out of her flat gecko mouth again. "I want the green one."

  "No," the horned woman told her. "You have to carry the heaviest one."

  A third voice then made its presence known. The furry creature that I had also spotted down in the valley before they disappeared into the ground. She had a weapon, too. It looked like a bow. Instead of an arrow notched, it had a blue crystal in the middle of the string, and another just like it mounted in the center of the arched wood.

  "The cocker is the heaviest one," the new arrival said. Was she referring to me? She had to be. "And he is still standing somehow."

  "Blow on him," the lizard girl said. "He'll fall right over."

  "You blow on him," the yellow and green furry girl replied. So far, she was the most attractive of these alien bitches. Though the devil girl had some nice features, such as those shapely slender limbs of hers. I was getting a Hell’s top supermodel in tight leather vibe.

  As lizard girl stepped toward me, I felt the tingly slowly fade from my body. I was left with an extremely lethargic sensation, but not totally incapacitated. I didn't think that I'd be able to pick up my pistol off the ground without falling on my face. Or getting shot by spear girl like Sage. Instead, I waited until the reptilian woman was within reach and grabbed my sword.

  The wide stance of the beast approaching me blocked the view of her comrades temporarily. I used that opportunity to put all my strength into a swing of my weapon toward its head. In one quick burst of reserved energy, I extended the blade and removed the guard as the ultra-sharp metal cut into the creature's neck. It wasn't as thick as one of the dragons, so my sword’s edge went straight through. The shocked look on the beast's face was short lived.

  When the upper neck and head of their friend fell to the ground beside Honeysuckle, leaving its body standing there on its fat haunches, the other two reacted fast. Bow girl, the furry one, was the first to fire.

  She used one claw to pull back the string and release it as the other held the bow pointed at me. When the back stone surged toward the front stone a narrow blue beam shot forward to strike me in the chest. My nearly limp body somersaulted through the air. The pain in my sternum was extreme, causing me to close my eyes and miss the carnival ride view that I could have had. I flipped over backwards to hit the ground with a thump and nearly blacked out.

  I could still hear them talking but had trouble making out the words. A sense of urgency was clear, though. And shock of what had happened to their friend. They were not prepared to deal with reinforcements, especially not our dragons.

  I fell in and out of consciousness over the amount of time required for them to drag Honey and I back to the way they had come. If that was their plan, they wouldn't make it far before my friends inside the ship would come to our rescue. I just needed to stay alive until then. In my current state all I could really do was go along with it.

  Once we were on the other side of the ship, I saw Sage wake up. She was hurt, but not too badly to get back on her feet. When she saw the two of us being taken away, she quietly tiptoed toward the entrance of the ship. Was she going for help? Or abandoning us?

  Bitch! My mind screamed.

  That's okay, I told myself. Strawberry and Cinnamon will release Gako and Dawynda. They would save us for sure. There was no way that these monster girls were going to drag us all the way to the next valley without facing an onslaught from my crew mates and friends. Besides, they were heading in the wrong direction.

  Why were they heading in the wrong direction?

  I heard the distinct sound of stone on stone, like a hidden entrance being discovered in a lost temple. I opened my eyes briefly enough to realize what was happening. This particular statue was also a door to their underground world. I stared at the rear of the ship hoping that help would arrive before I disappeared into the ground. I clung to that thought all the way up until the stone structure slid back in place to block out the daylight.

  I could no longer distinguish between the darkness in the underground tunnel and my eyes being closed. It wasn't long before I relented and let sleep overtake me. I had no idea how long I remained dead to the world in that state before opening my eyes again. Apparently, it had been a while.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  The yellow light above me was dull, allowing me to adjust my eyes from sleep quickly. Unfortunately, the pain in my chest was anything but dull. The bone. The muscle. The flesh. It all hurt right between my muscular man titties.

  It was hard to focus on my surroundings with my brain screaming from the message that my chest was sending it. So, I hastily unbuttoned my shirt risking damage to the weathered garment, to get a look. Underneath my skin was bright red. Well, at least it wasn't my imagination or a bad dream.

  I took a few deep breaths to block it out as much as a I could. Though it didn't fade away much, it was enough for me to concentrate on analyzing my environment.

  I was on a bed of sorts. It was softer than rock but resembled moss on a hard surface. Above me the light was emitting from another crystal. A yellow one. My bed was up against a smooth stone wall, but not concrete. More like shale. The other walls were similar, encasing a room that was roughly fifteen feet square. On the far wall was an opening like a tunnel doorway, plenty wide enough for me to fit through. Even fat hip lizard girl could get through there if I hadn't killed her. It was eerily illuminated by another ceiling stone. That one red.

  The exit called to me, but I soon realized that my strength had not fully returned to my muscles yet. I could barely sit up. That was when I could see the second cot. The one holding Honeysuckle's limp body.

  Her white hair was in disarray as she laid face down, the status of her health undetermined. Those sexy green limbs looked fine, though one arm is dangling off the side of the bed. Her ass looked nice, too.

  "Honey!" I whisper loudly. I had no idea if we were being watched, but I could clearly see the exit. However, I would never consider leaving there without her. I called to her again, but to no avail. In the movies they always wake up just from hearing their name.

  Oh, shit, my body cries out as I tried to stand. In addition to the searing pain in my chest I felt like I had been drugged. I wondered if it was a lingering e
ffect of the device that temporarily paralyzed me. The funky tambourine.

  I sat back down to catch my breath. After I did, I decided to scoot my ass across the mossy surface where I slept. Honey's bed was at a ninety-degree angle with mine, her feet in the same corner of the room where mine were when I woke. It took a minute, but I finally reached her. The green bed covering was barely disturbed by the friction of my movement.

  I placed my hand around her smooth green skinned ankle just above the boot. Right where the white rings were. Her flesh was still warm. That was a good sign.

  The solid bed was wide enough for me to sit on the edge without putting my weight on her. So, I hopped over. The tiny jolt to her sleeping surface still didn't wake her either. I slowly slid my hand further up her legs, nudging her body to wake up. By the time I reached the upper thigh, my hand snuggled between those sexy slender legs, I forgot what I was doing.

  I knew her body well enough. We had a sexual encounter already, but I had been ogling her lower half ever since I arrived at the ship. I was actually more intimate with her breasts, which were currently trapped under her body. Instead, her perky ass begged to be touched.

  I didn't pull her shorts off. I'm not that big of a pervert. Well, that's not necessarily true. However, I was still lethargic and even my fucked-up mind knew that this was not the place or time. But there it was. Under my hand. Just asking for it.

  I squeezed the left cheek through her shorts. It was nice. I decided to try the other one with my right hand. I had both going at the same time. That was fun for a moment. Then I remembered that I hadn't gotten the opportunity to pleasure her between the legs yet. She once told me that she was a daily masturbator. She liked to do it in the shower. Maybe she didn't get a chance to take care of that yet today. I should help her with that, my foggy brain rationalized.

  I slid one hand slowly between the cheeks to where her asshole should be. I couldn't feel that much detail through the fabric, though. So, I used one finger to pry underneath the material, just below her left ass cheek. Her shorts were tight, but I prodded away until I reached the promised land. I could feel her pussy lips, but they were dry of course. She was not yet sexually aroused. Then I remembered, I was supposed to be waking her up, not molesting her. Something was wrong with my brain at the moment. More than usual.

  "What are you doing?" she mumbled as her white hair flopped all to one side. She was dead tired as well, I could tell. But she did manage to face me. I was caught trying to finger her while she was sleeping. It was certainly not my proudest moment. I was prepared to claim that I had been drugged by our assailants and forced to accost her. Instead, I claimed that there had been a bug on her. That excuse was a classic that usually succeeded in distracting women from the unsolicited contact.

  "An insect?" she asked in alarm. Slowly she rolled on the bed and looked down to where my hand was. "Did you get it?"

  "Almost," I answered in simple words that my challenged mind could form, thinking about her pussy instead. "It got away. It is gone now."

  "Where are we?" she asked as she tried to sit up. I helped her and slid over to help support her weight as she regained control of her lovely body.

  "Underground," I told her as I slowly regained better mental function. "The statue moved. There was a tunnel underneath. I didn't see it clearly, and I blacked out after they dragged us below the surface. This looks like a cell, but there are no bars on the doorway."

  "Did you try to leave yet?" she asked while squinting and shaking her head. I knew exactly what she was going through.

  "No, I wouldn't leave without you, Honey," I explained. "I was trying to wake you up."

  "I thought that you were trying to get a bug off of me."

  "Yeah, after I saw the bug. But first I was trying to wake you. Did you hear me calling your name?"

  "Sort of," she replied as she stared at the floor to collect her thoughts. "I was dreaming that someone was using my nickname while sexually assaulting me."

  Uh oh. That was me. Better change the subject.

  "Let me see what is outside this doorway," I told her.

  I was able to stand alright, though my muscles were still resisting. I shuffled toward the door to see that the area outside our room was larger and brighter. I could hear people talking in the distance, too. When I placed my hand on the stone wall to lean forward, pain shot up my arm.

  "Fuck!"

  "What's wrong?"

  "My hand. My arm," I told her. "This red gemstone thingy in the ceiling must be the equivalent of bars. I don't think that we can get out this way."

  I jolted back as the black devil girl quickly stepped into view. She must have been guarding our exit quietly.

  "That is correct," she said, her red eyes staring down at me. She must have been a few inches over six feet tall. Her black leathery skin was shocking, but her voice was as sexy as hell. Ha ha, hell. She looked like the devil, or a provocative mail order version of one.

  I stepped back quickly even though I assumed that she couldn't step through the doorway without experiencing the pain as well. From my new vantage point, I visually took in her full form. She was lean and wiry. Her skin color and texture remained the same all over. Except a few places that were red, like her eyes. Her fingernails and toenails. Her nipples, and her pussy lips. All were visible and bright rosy red. A contrast that quickly drew my eye.

  Almost entirely human in shape, her four-inch horns protruding out of her temples the most alien feature. Long fingers with nails to match were somewhat like an animal's claws. Her toes, too. Interestingly, the back ends of her feet were raised up to appear as though she were wearing high heels. The narrow hind toe supported her weight elegantly.

  "Don't be drinking me in," she hissed at me. Her words said no, but her provocative viper voice said yes, yes, yes!

  "Where are we?" Honeysuckle asked from the bed behind me. I was personally much too distracted to speak.

  Demon girl tilted her head to look at my friend. Her eyes were pure evil, but the way she moved her mouth indicated that she just may be aroused by my green crew mate.

  "Pogeos," the words left her lips like a sultry kiss.

  I stood there silently, amazed by this alien creature. She was an intriguing character from a dark fantasy, it seemed. She then looked us over, curling one lip.

  "What are these things?" she asked as she gestured toward my body.

  "What things?" I replied. Did she see something that she liked? Her tone suggested so. Then again, she could probably make a boring lab report sound like a bondage romance novel.

  "I cannot see much of your body," she answered with a pouty expression. "You have covered it with the thin skin of an animal. Why?"

  "Oh," I answered, surprised at how I was being drawn into a conversation by a devilish temptress. "Clothes. These are clothes. We wear them to cover parts of our bodies."

  "I can see that," she said then. The tilt of her head forward suggested that she might be thinking that I am an idiot.

  "Humility?" I offered. Was that the right word?

  "Humble?" she asked with a tilt of her head. "How so?"

  "We keep our privates covered," Honeysuckle said angrily from behind me. "What is this place? This Pogeos?"

  "What are privates?" the tall drink of tar water responded, now thoroughly intrigued.

  "Your tits!" Honeysuckle yelled. I had seen her lose her temper before when Strawberry was harassing her. This time it must be coming from fear. "Your pussy! Your ass! Now, tell me where we are, and why you brought us here!"

  The alien creature looked down at her own body. One hand went to a breast as the other slid between her legs. Was she about to touch herself sexually? Right there in front of us? I wanted answers, too. But I wasn’t going to interrupt her attending to her own needs.

  "Why would I hide these things?" she asked. I could see genuine curiosity in her expression. Her people must all be nudists. None that I had seen so far had a stitch of clothing on them.

/>   "You shouldn't," the words came out of my mouth without my authorization.

  "Kash!" Honey chastised me.

  "Sorry, Honey."

  "Kash and Honey," the woman then said like she was solving a puzzle. "These are your names?"

  "Yes," I answered way too friendly for the situation. I felt like I just might be under her spell. "What is yours?"

  She grinned evilly before whispering, "Mavdaios." It was the sexiest name that I had ever heard, though that was mostly due to how she said it.

  Then she laughed at me before walking away. Before leaving my view, I could see that she had a tight hind end and seductive gait that matched her temptress personality. Straight black hair hung from the back of her skull down to her shoulders. It had not been visible from the front due to the way that it clung to her skull.

  "Well, she seems nice," I said as I shook the paralyzing fog from my brain.