by Gentry Race
Dr. Beta shot off a round from his other mechanical arm, hitting Trevor’s leg. It started to melt his ectoplasmic body bit by bit. Trevor fell to the ground.
“I shall thank you, Mr. Jones,” Dr. Beta said, “For not wearing your shiny suit. This endeavor would have not been this… entertaining. Now, behold, Sharkano glory!”
15
Sharkanoes!
The infectious shot from Dr. Beta traveled up to Trevor’s waist. He was deteriorating by the moment. The island began to shake again, and Dr. Beta smiled in triumph, watching on the screen as his teledeportators all around the world began to spew hot, shark-infested lava. Russian soldiers and commanders could be seen in flames, along with American families and Femroids, bursting into fiery carcasses.
“Looks like it’s game over, Jack,” the doctor laughed hysterically. “And I have one more surprise up my sleeve…”
Dr. Beta motioned to a television screen that displayed an odd-looking creature. “You see, Jack, I retrieved Ms. Joy’s recordings before you blew her mind. I found those pesky jocks that help turn you into that… Tele-Dum-Dum.”
What had at first looked like an odd creature, could now be distinguished as the distant memory of the two jocks responsible for the fire and his condition. However, instead of the smoking hot ass of Missy and the god-like body of Eric, two bulbous amalgamations now combined into one, like Dr. Beta had grown them together into one form. Their skin bubbled together in growth and was now covered in thick, demon-like scales, a set of wings, and a peculiar pair of breasts with pink nipples. The similarities to a sexy succubus were startling.
“I am calling it ‘Cambion’,” Dr. Beta said, “and it will take care of any loose ends the lava sharks don’t. Say goodbye to Dickens and his dumbass daughter.”
Trevor’s heart was pounding, and his mind raced for an answer. Am I powerful enough to stop it all from happening? Deep inside, he felt a burning sensation. Something was working its way to crescendo, but nothing like he had experienced with sex. This was a power that only a person with the insight of self-respect could know: sacrifice.
“My name’s not Jack, asshole!” Trevor yelled. “And I don’t need a suit. I’m the Telephantom!”
His dark, skeletal face burned in contrast against his luminous, glowing aura. He winced, and then he smiled, knowing there was only one thing left to do.
In a streak of blue light emanating from Trevor, he could see all around the world; the teledeportators and shark-infested lava flows were vanishing. The Earth was whole again, but he wasn’t. The energy spewed from his soul, and in a cascading climax, he was gone — along with Dr. Beta and the floating island.
Anita sat at her console tracking Trevor’s suit. She had figured if she converted it to a homing beacon, they would increase their chances of finding him. A subtle blimp repeated and soothed her worries to know they might have a chance to find him. She looked at Cosma handing Ms. Joy tools that she requested to help fix the broken teledeportator. They made a good ragtag team. Ms. Joy’s mechanical aptitude compared to none; Anita was glad she was on her side now. She touched her eye where a bruise had begun to swell. She sure can throw one hell of a punch, she thought.
She looked down at her squid tentacle legs, using them freely now. She felt great, having nothing to hide anymore.
“Say, Anita,” Cosma called out. “How did you get to be half-squid?”
Anita was embarrassed. “I went through the teledeportator myself… I found out later that I had calamari on my blouse.”
Ms. Joy and Cosma chuckled.
“Well,” Cosma added, “I think it's a gorgeous look on you.”
Anita smiled and blushed.
Her father was sitting on the couch again, holding the same book. On his face were tears and a smile.
“Father, what is wrong?” Anita asked.
“Nothing,” Dr. Dickens said. “Things couldn’t be better.”
“How so?”
“I’ve never experienced the Quantum Cosmos. I had always imagined it, though. I think by teledeporting through it, my dyslexia has been cured. And it was all because of Trevor.”
The blip noise in the background vanished.
“What the?” Anita said in alarm.
“What?” Cosma asked. “What happened?”
“It’s Trevor,” Anita said. “He just vanished. And look, all the teledeportators are now gone.”
“Well, one thing’s for sure. He did it,” Cosma said with a sad smile. “He stopped Dr. Beta.”
“It must have been too much for his human mind to handle,” Dr. Dickens said. “The Quantum Cosmos is full of strange and beautiful things, despite the necessary consequences.”
Inky streaks began to run down Anita’s face. Dr. Dickens was surprised at the sight. “Are those tears?”
“Yes,” Anita said, wiping them from her face. “Unfortunately, the ink is a side effect of the squid mutation. You know, I just wanted him to stick to the plan. Now he’s gone.”
“Aww, child,” Dr. Dickens said, embracing Anita. “I think what you really wanted was to show him your true self. I think that’s beautiful, and something that should be valued in this hectic world.”
Cosma and Ms. Joy went to Anita and embraced her as well. Each woman felt the slithering tentacles crawl up and around her legs. Cosma gave Anita a wink, while Ms. Joy tried not to short her circuits.
16
Aftermath
Anita Dickens walked into the study of her father’s manor. This room had given her the opportunity, since the accident, to clear her mind and stretch her tentacles without revealing her true form — a beautiful monster. The lighting was mild, and her eyes felt rested compared to the harsh fluorescents in the lab.
She sat at a large mahogany desk and eyed the hundreds of books that lined the room. It had been four weeks since Trevor’s disappearance, and nothing seemed normal. Since then, she and Cosma had kissed once, on a late night in the lab. Fueled by curiosity, she was surprised to hear how good of a lover Trevor was. She wished he was here.
Just below her dress were her eight tentacle legs, each one dark black with a pink underside. She picked up a book with two tentacles and began to feel her underside with another two — one of the perks of having so many limbs. The feeling of the suckers kissing every orifice of her body was tantalizing.
The door to the study slammed open, and Anita dropped her seductive tentacles and lowered the book to hide her blushing tone.
“Anita, quick,” Ms. Joy screamed, wearing a white coat similar to Anita’s and her father’s. “Your father and I need you in the lab.”
Anita’s head lowered in disappointment. “No, Joy. I’m done with helping for now. Besides, my father now has you.”
“Are you sure?” Ms. Joy said with a keen smile. “We could really use your opinion on this quantum displacement we’ve been picking up.”
“Quantum displacement?” Anita said, her face lighting up. “Trevor?”
She and Ms. Joy ran into the lab, where her father and Cosma were waiting. It was ground zero for the teledeportator, the fight with Ms. Joy, and the news of Trevor’s disappearance. Everyone had their eyes fixed on the console screen, which was showing a definite bleep, pulsing in and out.
Cosma pointed Anita’s attention to what looked like tiny bits of pink dust wafting in the air. Anita stuck out her finger and touched it, wondering what kind of miracle was manifesting before them.
The lab’s instruments began to light up in chaotic pulses all around, echoing bleeps and bloops throughout. Anita could not believe her eyes. Bluish green rays began to strike out from the center of the room, cross-hatching like energetic spiderwebs. Anita smiled and watched her father acknowledge her happiness before he left the room.
The skeletal structure of a man began to form, floating in midair. Muscles and tendons unfolded from their joints and grabbed their respective connections, sowing the essence of a man. His skin was a deep bluish green now and totally naked. A
nita blushed and couldn’t help but notice Ms. Joy and Cosma nod at each other with a smile.
Anita pushed past both women and embraced him wholly, her face just missing his cock. She looked up at him, admiring his square jaw and traditionally hero-parted hair. He had sacrificed himself for the greater good. Could he be a changed man?
Trevor opened his newly formed eyelids. His vision focused and recognized the space he was in. His body felt light, hovering in the lab of Anita Dickens. He looked around and saw Ms. Joy and Cosma both with tears of joy in their eyes. And just below him, a half-squid, half-woman hugging on his naked, now greenish blue body. His dick was swelling by the second from her embrace.
He looked closer, inspecting the squid-like body. “Well, that’s why you never showed any skin,” he finally said.
“You made it back,” she said, letting go.
She was eye-level with his crotch, and he could tell she was trying to sneak a peek. Trevor lowered himself to the ground.
“It was really hard,” he said. “I spread myself across an unlimited amount of space. It was a weird experience. I didn’t know where I was. Then I heard a humming sound.”
“Humming? Tell us more,” Cosma said, taking off her lab coat and handing it to him.
Her voluptuous, half-primate, half-woman features shone in the fully dressed attire that Anita usually wore. It was nice to see her in civilian wear.
“So it worked?” Anita said gleefully. “The homing beacon on your suit?”
Trevor smiled and stepped closer to her, more confident and genuine than he was feeling. “That was you?”
“Yes,” Anita blushed.
“Thank you for that,” he said. “ That annoying hum made me want to return and put myself back together just so I could shut it off.”
The group chuckled.
“So, Ms. Joy the Femroid mechanic wiz, Cosma the primate warrior, and Anita the brainiac squid… What else did I miss?” Trevor wanted to know.
Cosma walked to the door and locked it. She then reached for Ms. Joy’s and Anita’s hands. “We are a team now.”
“And she need a dickin’,” Ms. Joy said with a smile.
Anita blushed.
Trevor could see that Anita was the most unsure of the interaction. He stepped closer and wrapped her in his arms. With a gentle kiss to her lips, he could feel her slithering tentacles climb up his thighs.
He kissed Anita deeper. Cold, silicone hands embraced his ass, and he stopped kissing Anita just long enough to see Ms. Joy and Cosma sank to their knees. Ms. Joy was on his backside and Cosma was just below Anita, grabbing his bluish-green cock. Ms. Joy motioned for him to spread his legs and she tickled his taint with her long, robotic tongue.
Cosma pulled out his cock and deep throated it, holding it like she would a weapon, firm and strong. Anita slowly pushed Trevor to the ground and mounted him, her eight squid legs sprawled out. For a moment, he thought about his whole journey and how he’d only had sex with robots. Cosma jumped on his face, and Trevor licked her clit heavily. He felt Ms. Joy standing just above, getting banged by both Cosma and Anita’s tentacle.
Anita lifted two of her front tentacles, stroking his dick with the other two, and revealed her beak-like opening. Trevor was at first terrified at the sight, but saw the softer opening within.
“Don’t worry,” Anita assured him. “I won’t close it on you.”
He trusted her, and she pulled herself up and let herself fall down on his rock hard cock. He was lost in a world of gushy goodness, as soft squid skin oozed black ink all over him. He grabbed her waist and rocked her hard, back and forth. She moaned, working Ms. Joy and Cosma harder, their breathing increasing with each thrust from her tentacle.
“Do you need a dickin’?” Trevor moaned, looking into Anita’s deep brown eyes. She winced in pleasure.
“I need a dickin’!” she yearned.
Trevor was tantalized and about to explode with all his might, but he remembered the Fantom Femroids he’d created earlier. With great power comes great responsibility. He cuffed his cock and shot to his feet. Holding for the moment that Ms. Joy, Cosma, and Anita were all positioned just below. They all opened their mouths, and he stroked his cock, gushing ropes of silky white into them. Each one kissed each other in ecstatic pleasure and smacked their lips, tasting his nutty joy.
He couldn’t believe what just happened. Hell, he couldn’t believe he’d pulled out. He had wanted Anita ever since the first time he’d seen her on the MolecuLab video.
He looked at each one of his girls; they were something else — more than a hookup. They were all monsters in their own right, a monster unit. He couldn’t refute the special feelings he had for each of them.
KNOCK KNOCK!
The locked door was being banged on from the other side. Trevor shot to his feet, trying to wipe away the black inky fluid that Anita had creamed all over him. He wrapped the coat Cosma gave him around his waist. Ms. Joy waited for everyone to fix themselves proper before opening the door.
Dr. Dickens stood, wild-eyed as usual, holding a paper printout that ran back to the other room. “Trevor,” he said, pointing to the readout, “the world needs you again.”
Trevor stood confidently, looking at his newfound team. “What is it, doctor?”
“There are two radioactive anomalies disguised as one, destroying Prime City’s city center. Something huge. They are calling it ‘Cambion’,” Dr. Dickens continued. “We must hurry.”
Trevor remembered the name from his time with Dr. Beta. The amalgamation of bullying horror that Dr. Beta created. He nodded in acceptance.
“What is it, Trevor?” Cosma asked.
“These were the bullies that threw me in the teledeportator the night of the fire at MolecuLabs,” Trevor said. “They’re the ones who started it.”
“Well, then. We have no time to lose,” Anita said, grabbing for Cosma’s and Ms. Joy’s hands.
Trevor could see the anger of revenge swell in her eyes; he closed his, knowing there was only one way to please her. A bluish green aura emanated from him, encircling each grasped hand.
“Wait,” Anita interrupted. “Don’t forget to suit up.”
“I don’t need a suit anymore, baby,” Trevor said.
“How about some underwear?” Ms. Joy offered, holding out a pair of black shorts.
Trevor snatched them from her hands and got into them, tying the waistcoat around his waist.
He then built his energy to a blinding white light and vanished in the blink of an eye.
Dr. Dickens stood alone in the study, smiling, until he saw the black ink mess left on the floor and sensed an odor of sex.
“Damn kids,” he finally said.
17
Cambion
The group teleported instantly to the city center of Prime City. The air reeked of burnt metal, and arid dust pushed up from the current conflict. Trevor looked around and followed the string of blazing fires to a culminating shadow the size of a building.
Its body was like a massive purple-skinned, scaly demon-like creature, christened with two pink nipples spewing laser beams, like breast milk from a new mom. Large wings were tucked behind its back, waiting to take flight. The nipple blasts destroyed nearby parks, buildings, and law enforcement vehicles with ease. It grimaced with agony, no longer resembling the two bullying humans.
“What the fuck is that?” Cosma said, never taking her eyes off the beast.
“I thought you said it was bullies?” Anita said. “Looks like a succubus.”
“Or incubus,” Cosma said.
“Fuck that. It’s a goddamn transgendered demon,” Ms. Joy finally added.
“They were bullies. I mean, they were just kids,” Trevor qualified hesitantly, “but Dr. Beta made them into something worse.”
He took the lead and clapped his glowing blue hands together. The sound echoed and reverberated off the building sides, hitting what looked like hanging earlobes off the giant bulbous creature. It snapped
its head in the direction of the monster unit.
“Hey, gorilla mountain,” Trevor yelled out. “There’s already enough freakshow in my town. No vacancies.”
The brooding beast knocked off the top of a nearby building, sending broken remnants hurtling to the ground. It took a large step closer, crushing a police car and closing the gap between them.
“Who the hell are you?!” roared the creature, its bellowing breath filling the alleys and streets with a horrible rotten odor.
Trevor finally said, “You created me. You burned my company down to the ground, and now you will pay, Cambion.”
“The janitor?” The beast laughed, its voice sounding like a mix of a man and a girl, “If you want some, come and get it.”
The purple nipples charged on each small, sagging breast. A burst from a laser shot at the group, but Trevor was quick to teleport out of the way. Cosma lunged for Ms. Joy and Anita just as the blast hit. Concrete was torn asunder.
A few feet away, Trevor teleported back. He looked at Cosma, already picking up what was left of a street sign. She smashed the top side along the ground, creating a makeshift staff and swinging it side to side effortlessly before tucking it under her arm, readying it for battle.
“Ms. Joy!” Trevor called out. “Show ‘em what ya got.”
Ms. Joy dropped to her knees, her lower chins folding back. She extended her arms back and planted them in the ground, digging her robot fingers into the concrete. Like some kind of backward crab yoga pose, her dress pulled up and revealed her large turret gun, ready to fire.
Anita shot to her feet and stood behind Ms. Joy, each one of her tentacles grabbing a different part of the bot, controlling the turret gun.
“On my lead,” Trevor said, seeing his team nod in approval. He charged up his right hand while lustrous, fiery, bluish green energy flowed from him.
