Making Monster Girls 7: For Science!, page 1
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Chapter One
All around me, my soldiers and monster-women bustled as we prepared to transform Birskonn’s aristocrats. Within the last few days, we’d arrived, infiltrated, and captured the marchioness. When I glanced over my shoulder and looked behind me, I spotted her easily inside a cage all by herself. Samila was slumped over with her eyes tightly closed and neon pink hair covered most of her face, but her lips pursed as if she were having a bad dream.
With the core in our possession, it now held all of her powers and there wasn’t really a need to keep her sedated but… we kept her that way because her incessant squabbling and screaming grew to be too much for all of us. In a few minutes, we’d take Samila inside the caravan and transform her into a brand new monster-woman.
Her life was about to drastically change, but it was for the better.
“Charles?” a low, feminine voice called from the left of me. “Are we ready to begin? We have a lot to do before we can head out to Granhamn.”
I swiveled my head in the direction of the woman’s voice and laid my eyes on Daisy. The brunette stepped forward through the falling autumn leaves, and her honey-colored eyes sparkled in the bright afternoon sunlight. Her short, chin-length chocolate brown hair shifted around her round face and when she smiled, the corners of her eyes wrinkled happily. She was the smallest of my monster-women but that didn’t mean she wasn’t powerful. Long ago, I’d watched as she ripped five of the Duchess’ guards apart with her bare hands, and I marveled at the sheer strength she held in her tiny body.
“Yeah!” Another voice giggled. “Let’s hurry up and finish, then we can hit the roooooad!”
My eyes moved through the trees as the feline-woman jumped from branch to branch. Finally, the cat-girl landed on a thick one, gripped it tightly in her hands, and then flipped down to the yellowing grass below.
“You’re pretty energetic this afternoon,” I chuckled.
“It’s a beautiful day!” Valerie grinned. “Not only that, but we’re bringing more monster-girl sisters into the world! What’s not exciting about that, Charles?”
Valerie’s wide, oceanic blue eyes glittered happily as she skipped over, launched herself forward, and cartwheeled hand over hand to where Daisy and I stood.
“I have to say,” a boisterous voice broke in. “After Cecelia’s transformation, I’m pretty excited to see what the rest of the monster-women look like. I’m an imp, so I’m aware that I look like some sort of demon summoned from the netherworld, but Cecelia looks like a beautiful, sultry succubus.”
The black-haired beauty brushed her dark hair over her shoulder, pressed her taloned hands into her wide hips, and then glanced over all of the busy soldiers. Her yellow eyes burned intensely like the stocked coals of a lively fire. Her thick lips pushed out for a moment as she thought, and then she turned back toward the three of us with a crooked smile.
“I’ll truly be happy when we’ve rid ourselves of the horrible Samila,” a sultry, purring voice uttered right over my shoulder, and I turned to face the speaker.
Edony leaned closer to me and pressed a tender kiss to my cheek. Her colorless white hair laid across one bare shoulder, and her sharp, violet eyes settled on the doll-like woman slumped against the bars of the cage. Her thick lips pressed into a thin line, and her smooth forehead wrinkled for a second. I loved all of my women equally, but I had to admit, Edony’s facial features were the most striking out of all of them.
When I looked at her, it was clear her mother had picked out the handsomest consort to breed with. Edony was the product of impeccable breeding, and when she looked at me, it sent shivers down my spine. I’d seen the Duchess’ mother on multiple occasions, and I’d thought she was beautiful despite all of her horrendous views on men and my sex. I wondered what the rest of my women’s mothers looked like. Daisy certainly didn’t look like Delphine, maybe a younger version of that woman, but when I’d met her, she’d been nothing more than an old, wrinkly crone.
“I hope Samila turns out like Cecelia,” another voice reached us. “The combination of the drake’s powers and the marchioness’ is something I’ve never seen before, and I hope as we collect more and more of the marchioness’ powers, it’ll only become stronger and more impressive.”
The turquoise-haired nix-woman stepped forward and held her thin hands behind her back. Her mint-colored eyes glowed and a small, shy smile spread over her lips. Kleeia was tall and thinner than most of my women, but her hips were wide and her breasts enormous. When she moved, her large chest bounced, jiggled, and swayed, and it was hard for me to keep my member down from all of the arousal.
“I have a hunch about that,” I uttered. “When I read about the elemental cores, the book mentioned something called, fundamental permutation. There wasn’t a lot of information about it, and when I tried to research it in other places, I found nothing or barely a mention of it. From what I could surmise, it’s essentially the combination of two cores. The more you collect and combine, the more powerful it becomes.”
“How do we do it, then?” Valerie asked. “Did the book specify what we’d have to do to combine them?”
“No,” I shook my head. “I have no idea how to do it or if it’d even work.”
“We’ll just have to find out,” Daisy grinned. “We’ll get another core and try a bunch of things out. I’m sure that there’s something in your alchemy books that we could try.”
“Sure,” I chuckled. “There’s no harm in trying and if it doesn’t work, well, then we have another core to use once the other ones wear out and crumble to dust.”
“Shall we get started, Charles?” Kleeia asked. “I know that you’re itching to get on the road to Granhamn.”
“Yes,” I nodded and then scanned the crowd for my trusted soldier. “Aschere, over here!”
The older man lifted his head from what he was doing, cracked a wide grin, and then hustled over in his heavy, silver armor. Once he reached us, he planted his feet and saluted me respectfully.
“Yes, my lord,” the guard uttered. “What can I do for you?”
“Prepare the aristocrats,” I explained. “Have your men line out of the caravan’s door, and once another batch of monster-women comes out, bring in another one. I want to leave Birskonn as soon as we finish but just like Edenhart, we’ll leave a few soldiers and monster-women here to make sure we’ve captured all of the aristocrats.”
“Yes, sire,” the guard smiled, bowed low to me, and then hustled off to shout orders to the other soldiers.
“What about Samila?” Daisy asked. “We’re transforming her first, right?”
“Yes, my love,” I nodded. “Let’s bring her inside and begin.”
“Where’s Josephine?” Rian asked. “And Cecelia?”
“I sent the two of them down into the city,” I replied. “To make sure we got all of the aristocrats and the consorts out.”
“A lot of the houses in cities like these have something like… bunkers,” Edony explained. “Something like hidden rooms, secret doors in walls or in the floorboards. So, the two of them are going through the city with some of the army and monster-women to look for anyone hiding out. Though, I doubt they’ll find anyone. We all know how aristocrats are… They’d rather fight than hide inside their houses. They fully believe that they’re more powerful than anyone else and can win any battle that comes their way.”
“If they don’t find anything,” Daisy shrugged. “They can just bring back the aristocrats’ money and other valuables that we can sell in other cities along the way. We received a lot of things we could sell back in Edenhart but eventually, if we continue buying supplies or… shoes, Valerie, we’re going to run out at some point.”
The six of us moved toward Samila’s cage, and one of the soldiers rushed forward to unlock it for us. The drugged woman didn’t wake or stir as I stepped inside and bent my knees. I easily grabbed and hauled her over my shoulder before stepping out of the cage. She was light, she could’ve been a child, and when I glanced at her face out of the corner of my eye, her face was smooth and serene in whatever dream state she was currently in.
I wondered for a moment, what would she look like when she went through the machine… What would it be like for her when she came out? She’d receive some of her powers back with a few added abilities from the drake, but… would she look more like Josephine and her drake legion or Cecelia with her strange tattoo-like markings, horns, and tail? Not only that, but what kind of power would she wield? What could I even call the combination of the drake’s powers and the marchioness’? How Cecelia came out was totally different than the rest of my monster-women, but… I knew I had to get used to it. If we continued on with the experiments while using the core, more and more of my monster-women would come out as odd mixtures of beasts and powers.
I walked toward the door into the caravan, and Kleeia rushed forward. The turquoise-haired woman opened the door for me and gestured for the rest of us to come inside. We hurried to the back cabin, and once we reached it, I rested the marchioness against the rough, wooden flooring.
“Well, well, well,” a familiar voice boomed inside my head. “Welcome back to my lab. I hope you enjoy your time here and hopefully… you can take me out of this goddamn tank once and a wh ile! When I agreed to come along on this journey, you promised I’d see the world! The most I’ve seen is that damn tree out the window, and we haven’t moved since!”
“Good afternoon to you, too, A.B.,” I chuckled. “The battle finished up nicely. This is the Marchioness Samila. We just finished up capturing her… I’m sure you would’ve loved to go out and battle against the aristocrats, but as you stated prior… if you were to do that, they would’ve kicked you around like a ball. So, be grateful you had a tree to stare at and not the sky from a dirty gutter after they kicked you across the whole town.”
A.B. fell silent for a long time, and the rest of us waited for him to respond. The brain bobbed nonchalantly in his crystal clear liquid, swiveled a little bit in my direction, and then sighed in defeat.
“Alright, alright,” the brain chuckled. “You win this one, Charles. Alright, so this is the marchioness of the town? I assume that she’s going to be the first monster-woman made here.”
“Oh, no,” I shook my head, crossed the room, and grabbed the small container of my blood from a shelf. “Cecelia was the first person in Birksonn to become a monster-woman. You haven’t met her yet, but I’m sure you’ll love her.”
“Hey!” the brain barked. “I’ve been here for every monster-girl created, and you didn’t bring me in from on top of the mantle to watch? That’s not fair!”
“Sorry, A.B.,” I tittered. “It was just one, and I’m sure that you’ll be there for all of the other experiments… once I finally build you a body.”
“Wait… wait, wait, wait,” the brain gasped. “You’re building me a body? You’re really going to do it?”
“Yes,” I nodded. “I don’t have all of it fleshed out yet, but I have quite a few ideas. From my prior testing of your spinal fluid and your grey matter, you’re pretty resilient. Whoever created you never intended for your consciousness to die, and I’m sure if I kept you in this state, you’d live on until the world ended.”
“Flesh out…” the brain giggled. “Very clever… but Charles, are you saying what I think you’re saying? I can’t die?”
“Technically, yes,” I nodded. “You don’t have a body that will grow old or rot, nor do you have any other organs that are susceptible to diseases. Unlike the rest of us, you don’t need food, water, or air to live… You merely exist. I’m not sure how the scientist created you, but she did so beautifully… though, her means were horrible and disgusting. When I found you, you were in a pretty bad state, but as I nursed you back to health, I slowly realized that if I left you alone and only cleaned your tank every few weeks, you’d probably survive.”
“A.B.,” Valerie whispered. “Have you remembered anything else about your past? You told us a little bit before we left the manor, and I’m interested to learn more about your past.”
“Only flashes here and there,” the brain sighed. “But none of it is from the initial extraction. I remember… how we were together, and how I served her so diligently. I realized after reliving all of these memories… I was in love with her. I think I told all of you that before, but… I was really in love with her. She promised me that I could become her permanent consort if I went through the extraction… though I had no idea what that entailed.”
“Charles,” Valerie broke in. “Do you think this is the same scientist we’ve heard about? The one who made the super-soldier and attacked the Queen’s convoy?”
“I doubt it,” I shook my head. “I seriously doubt that someone who could do such horrible things as that would attack the Queen. The scientist who extracted A.B. is probably some other woman who wholly agrees with everything the Queen does. Not only that, but A.B. is fairly old… So, the scientist who created him is most likely dead and gone by now.”
“I wish we could find her,” the bear-girl spat. “And rip out her entrails.”
“You know we can’t do that,” Rian chuckled. “We have to transform all of the aristocrats into monster-women.”
Silence draped itself over our shoulders as we prepared for the experiment, and what Rian said weighed on me. I’d already discussed it with a few of my other women, and I’d heard their thoughts on what we should do with the Queen… but did that mean that all aristocrats were deserving of redemption? Did the scientist who did this to A.B. deserve to become a monster-woman and live out her life happily, or… did she deserve to die?
A.B. certainly wasn’t miserable in his state, but I couldn’t speak for a reanimated brain inside a jar of cleansing liquid. I shifted my gaze toward him as I carried Samila toward the open door of Compartment B. From what I’d learned, the brain could see but only ever so slightly. He could also hear and speak but only through telepathy which only stemmed from my blood’s power. Was he happy? I didn’t even want to answer that… Sure, he probably had moments of happiness but for the most part, he was trapped inside a jar where he couldn’t move or wander around freely. His social interaction only came when we entered the makeshift laboratory or if we moved him into another room…
“A.B,” I stated. “Are you happy?”
“What do you mean?” the brain asked.
“From your memories,” I started and then paused. “Do you think you were happier in your body? Or are you content in the state that you’re currently in? What I’m trying to ask is… are you happier without your body? I try to imagine what it’d be like if I were just a brain, floating in a jar, and I simply… cannot.”
“Charles,” A.B. muttered. “You ask me this, and… I can’t really answer because I don’t remember what it’s like having a body. I don’t know what it feels like to have arms or legs anymore. When those memories came back, specifically the one where I was tied to a chair, it was so alien to me. I had the use of my arms and legs, but I was restrained… I couldn’t move no matter how hard I fought. I don’t remember what it was like to walk or what it feels like to reach out and grab something. I’ve lost all of my sense of touch… So, I would say that, yes, I’m content in this form… but I’m not happy in it. Why do you ask, Charles?”
“I’ve been thinking a lot the past few days,” I uttered and all of my women turned to listen with intrigued expressions. “There are actions in this world that are unforgivable… Things that aristocrats have done that are inexcusable. I believe if we found the scientist who did this to A.B.… I would allow you to kill her. Men have been treated so lowly throughout the years… we’ve been workers, sex slaves, pack-mules… and science experiments. I know your views on the Queen already and what you think we should do with her but I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about abuse that oversteps the norm. A.B. is a case that we cannot ignore. What happened to his goes above and beyond the normal things that aristocrats put their men through, and whoever did this to him should be punished.”
“Sooooo,” Rian giggled manically. “Does this mean we can finally kill someone?”
“Yes,” I nodded. “But within reason. We’re not going to run around and kill people willy-nilly. They have to have crimes that go beyond what normal aristocrats do.”
“I think it’s a good idea, Charles,” Edony nodded. “Though… there are a lot of aristocrats who treat their servants, workers, and consorts poorly…”
“You’re misunderstanding me,” I shook my head. “We all know that the aristocrats treat men badly. I mean aristocrats who go out of their way to torture their servants… experimenting on them scientifically, for example. The rest of them get turned into monster-women… Those who’s crimes aren’t as harsh receive redemption but there are certain things that aren’t forgivable.”
I lugged Samila’s limp body into the compartment, slung her down onto the floor, and then brushed off my hands before I closed the door tightly behind me. My women regarded me in pensive silence, and when I glanced over at the Duchess, the she-wolf clutched her elbows and stared down at the rough wood at her feet. She looked upset, and when I cleared my throat, the wolf-woman slowly raised her face to mine.
“Were my crimes forgivable, Charles?” Edony asked. “Why wasn’t I punished for what I did to you? Not only you, but to all the others. I’m sure you heard the stories about my past, and what I used to do with poachers who were caught hunting on my land… Why wasn’t I punished? Why was I chosen for redemption?”
