Making Monster Girls 2: For Science!

by Eric Vall

  “We all want those things, too!” the ash-blonde woman giggled. “But without the destruction of the earth and all of that stuff.”

  “Let’s backtrack a little,” I snickered. “We can do all that but not yet, first we have to give you a name, and then do the physical examinations… then we can move on to the… to the breeding and spawning part if you like.”

  “A name?” the imp-girl echoed. “What ever do you mean? I once had a name when I was much smaller, and my teeth were pointier.”

  “Oh?” Daisy asked. “What were you called?”

  “Rianonak-ter-roahk-nokian,” the red-skinned woman proudly stated. “I once was the daughter of the great imp King, but because of the horrible moving of the earth, and the destruction of our gold, my people’s colonies deep under the mountains were destroyed.”

  “Oooooo,” Valerie gasped. “So, you were a princess? That’s so interesting!”

  “Moving earth? Destruction of your gold?” Daisy whispered. “Charles, do you think that has anything to do with Josephine’s mines?”

  “Big creatures came to our home, used massive tools to break apart the earth, and other large drums to haul away our precious wealth,” the imp-woman explained. “They stole everything from us, and our society crumbled without the gold. We love our gold. We need our gold. Shiny things are delightful. Not as delightful as Charles, but I love them, too.”

  “I also like shiny things!” Val exclaimed. “I’m so happy you are my sister!”

  “That does sound like the miners’ work.” I nodded. “It probably was the workers in Josephine’s mines, they probably had no idea what they were doing to your people.”

  “It is fine now,” the black-haired beauty sighed. “I have a new home and family, and I will never leave it.”

  “Do you want to keep your old name?” I asked. “It’s a little long, but we could shorten it if you like.”

  “Most of my name is just titles,” the imp-woman clarified. “The only part of my name that is solely mine is Rianonak. Do I have to change my name?”

  “No, not if you don’t want to,” I smiled. “But both Daisy and Valerie chose new names.”

  “Yeah!” the ash-blonde woman giggled. “I got my name off of a wrench! Valerie after Valstrom!”

  “And I was given my name by Charles,” the brunette nodded. “He liked the name Daisy, and I chose it because I love Charles.”

  “Then what do you like, Charles?” the imp asked. “I love you as my sisters do, and I want you to choose my name, too. My old name was important to me because I was of the royal line, but whatever you choose, I will love and accept it.”

  “If your name is so important to you,” I breathed. “Why don’t we keep it?”

  “We could just call you Rian!” Valerie offered. “We could pronounce it Ry-Ann! What do you guys think?”

  “I think it’s a pretty and unique name,” Daisy confirmed. “What do you think, Charles?”

  “I love it,” I grinned. “It keeps your heritage alive while giving it a new twist. What do you think?”

  I aimed my eyes at the red-skinned beauty. She tilted her head, ran her spindly fingers through her thick, pitch-black hair, and then grinned up at me.

  “Rian… Riiii-ann,” the imp-woman tested it out. “Riannnnn… Ryyyy-ann! I like it, no, I love it, that’s my new name. From now on, you may call me Rian!”

  “Rian,” I let the word roll off my tongue, nodded, and then smiled down at the imp-woman. “Welcome to the family, Rian.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  “Here,” I stated, held out the lab coat, and offered it to the black-haired woman. “Put this on while we do the examination.”

  “What does this cloth mean?” Rian barked. “Does it signify something? Why should I put this over my body? In my past life, I never had to wear clothing unless it was ceremonial, why should I do it now?”

  “Well, in normal society, it’s required to wear clothes,” Daisy explained as she gripped part of her dress between her fingertips and showed it to her new sister. “Only those closest to us, such as Charles, are allowed to look at our naked bodies.”

  “Trust me, I hate it, too,” Valerie sighed. “But you get used to it after a while. Not only that, but Charles can make you new clothes! He made what I’m wearing now, and I love it because he designed it himself!”

  “What about Daisy?” Rian asked. “Did Charles design her elaborate coverings, too? Do they have any meaning, or is it simply because this strange, and unknown ‘society’ says it’s wrong?”

  “No, I didn’t design that,” I chuckled. “I don’t think I’m skilled enough to put together a dress and then embroider it. I can roughly sew, but other than that, my hands are useless unless they’re doing something doctoral or scientific.”

  “I’m sure your hands are useful for other things,” the imp-woman giggled, leaned back on the examination table so that her full breasts swelled, and reached out for the lab coat. “I will wear it, but only because Charles wishes it.”

  Rian held the fabric in her hands, turned it upside down, flapped it once in the air, and then draped it over her shoulders. The dark-haired woman lifted her head, grinned up at me, and then gestured toward her still exposed, and delicious looking, body.

  “That’s not…” I breathed, shook my head, and then cleared my throat. “That’s not how you wear it.”

  “Probe away, Doctor,” the imp-woman boomed. “My body is ready and waiting for your hands.”

  “Here, let me help you,” Daisy giggled. “You put your arms through the holes, see? Then you button up the front like this, see how the little pieces slip through the fabric?”

  “What a strange and unusual piece of fabric,” the imp-woman whispered. “Holes for arms? Ha! It almost sounds like a joke! But I will say, this does look quite attractive, such a blinding white color against my red-skin, and this little piece right here? It has no use, but it looks nice contracted against my breasts.”

  “Those are the lapels,” Daisy explained. “And the part around your neck is the collar.”

  “What fun words!” Rian cackled. “I already love this world! I cannot wait to learn more about them! Charles, I demand you teach me more!”

  “Sure,” I chuckled. “I’ll teach you everything you want to know. Alright, let’s get started, A.B., are you ready?”

  “Yes, Doctor,” the brain breathed. “Begin with the examination.”

  I reached out for the small table I’d used in the other examinations, scooted it closer, and turned back to Rian. The red-skinned woman sat perched upon the edge of the table, her arrow-tipped tail whipped out behind her, she tilted her head curiously at me, purred softly, and then reached out for me with a single taloned hand.

  “No, no, only I’m allowed to touch you during the examination,” I chuckled. “Let’s start with the eyes, shall we? Do you see that chart on the wall over there?”

  “The one with the body parts of humans on them?” Rian asked. “What are those? Some type of meat chart? Look at all of that muscle and meat. It looks so red and delicious.”

  “That’s not what I meant,” I shook my head. “Humans aren’t for eating… well, some of them aren’t. Can you read any of the lettering on the chart for me?”

  “Are you sure humans aren’t for eating?” the imp-woman asked. “I mean, I’ve never eaten one, only bitten a few when they got too close, but I’m sure in this body, I could eat a whole one.”

  “No eating humans!” Valerie chided. “Humans are friends, not food.”

  “Unless they’re direct threats to our family,” Daisy agreed. “Then, we may allow you to eat someone, but that’s only if they are out to harm us.”

  “Got it,” Rian nodded. “Humans are friends, not food… unless they try to hurt my precious Charles or my sisters, and then I am fully allowed to consume their flesh.”

  “Y-Yes,” I tittered. “But back to my question, can you read anything off of the chart?”

  “T
he female anatomy,” Rian recited. “Bladder, liver, gallbladder, kidneys, lungs, ovaries, fallopian tubes--”

  “Alright, patient three has better vision than the average human,” I stated. “Not as acute as Valerie’s, but a bit better than Daisy’s.”

  “I will do better in the dark,” Rian assured me. “My eyes haven’t adjusted to the amount of light on the surface, it was much darker underground.”

  “You probably have night vision,” I nodded. “Both Daisy and Valerie can see almost perfectly in the darkness because of the eyes they had prior to the experiment.”

  I grabbed the flashlight from the small table, clicked it on, held it up in front of her face, and watched as the orange pupils dilated quickly. I swiveled the light over each side of her face and watched as the surface of each eye glowed a deep green.

  “Just as I suspected,” I stated. “You have a tapetum just like Valerie and Daisy.”

  “What’s that?” the feline-woman asked. “A tapetum?”

  “Most nocturnal animals have a mirror-like layer behind the retina,” I explained. “It helps them make the most out of small amounts of light. The light that passes through the retina is reflected off the tapetum, giving the retinal cells a second chance to sense it. It heightens the dulled sense of the eye in the darkness, and allows them to see perfectly.”

  “I had no idea,” the gorgeous feline-woman gasped. “I knew that I could see in the dark, but I didn’t know it was an actual part of my eye. I just thought it was a special power that I had.”

  “No, it’s already built-in when you’re born,” I smiled. “We would move on to the ears, but you seem to have perfectly formed human ears.”

  “I don’t know about my sense of hearing, but there is a bird outside,” Rian informed me. “A far tree to the left of the house, roughly ten feet from the strange, gravel road.”

  “Whoa, how do you know that?” I grunted, glanced over at A.B., and then turned back to the imp-girl.

  “Vibrations,” Rian stated. “I feel it through the ground, and my skin, it is like a tingling sensation throughout my entire body. My body also tingles when you are close to me, Charles.”

  “That’s fascinating,” I breathed. “Can you feel anything else?”

  “Yes,” the black-haired beauty replied. “There is a constant rumbling through the earth, it’s coming from nearby. I can’t hear the sound, but I know it is very loud from the vibrations, it’s moving very fast in a straight line, and then a large curve.”

  “Huh…” I considered. “It might be a stagecoach? There’s an enormous station a few miles away from here. That sounds like you hear the stagecoaches leaving and entering into the station.”

  “I don’t know what a stagecoach is,” Rian replied. “But if it is large and loud, then that’s probably it. The sense came in handy down in our tunnels, I could sense if danger was coming or if there was prey near, but I’m not sure if it’ll help me here.”

  “It might come in handy,” Valerie offered. “We could sense when someone is approaching the manor, or something like that.”

  “That’s very true,” I agreed. “But it’s still a very interesting skill to have. I’d probably say you probably have a functional cochlea or ‘inner ear,’ human ears don’t pick up on sounds or vibrations that small.”

  “What’s next, Charles?” Daisy asked.

  “Nose and throat,” I replied. “Rian, if you’ll lean your head forward, open up your mouth, and stick your tongue out.”

  The red-skinned woman’s jaw practically unhinged. My eyes bulged out of my head as her long, muted red tongue unfurled from her lips, and almost brushed against the tops of her massive breasts. Her tongue had to be at least six inches in length, and that wasn’t including the sliver of it where it attached at the back of her throat.

  “Oh my,” Daisy gasped.

  “Dannnnng,” the feline-woman gulped. “That’s a big tongue.”

  I didn’t want to admit it, but my first initial thoughts seeing the long appendage were nothing but sexual. I couldn’t stop myself from imagining the soft, pink length wrapping entirely around the throbbing length of my member, and I quickly broke myself away from those thoughts.

  “W-Well,” I chuckled. “That was unexpected, hold it there, please, I’m going to examine your throat.”

  “Wiff wat?” Rian garbled, wriggled her perfectly shaped eyebrows, and smiled sensually up at me.

  “What did she say?” A.B. asked.

  I’d heard her perfectly and knew exactly what she meant, but I pulled back the depressor, blinked once, and then gestured for Rian to speak again.

  “What are you going to examine my throat with, Charles?” the dark-haired woman purred.

  “Oh,” A.B. replied. “Oh! Oh my, we like a woman who knows what she wants.”

  “Chaaaarles,” Valerie giggled. “Your ears are getting all red, are you embarrassed?”

  “I will be examining your throat with my flashlight, and a tongue depressor,” I forced out, ignored the growing erection in my trousers, and grabbed a wooden depressor from the small table.

  I slipped the metal stick into her mouth, pressed down on the middle of her tongue, lifted the flashlight, and peered down her throat. Most of Rain’s teeth were pointed and sharp like a predator’s, and I vaguely remembered when the imp had bitten me down in the tunnels. I hated to imagine what the imp-woman’s bite would feel like now, shook my head, cleared my throat, and peered toward her uvula.

  “Patient three’s teeth are more like a predator’s than patient one and two’s,” I uttered. “Only the top and bottom four are human like while the rest are pointed and sharp. Patient three’s tongue is extraordinarily long, measuring… six inches in length. Rian, please lift your tongue, I’d like to look underneath it, if you will.”

  The dark-haired woman obliged, lifted her tongue into the air so that it almost brushed her forehead, and I spied a single small hole at the base of her tongue. I exhaled softly, glanced in her eyes, and then smiled.

  “Can you retract your tongue for me?” I asked.

  Rian didn’t speak, nodded once, reeled in her tongue, and I watched as it slipped back into its moist resting place. I aimed the flashlight at it, squinted, and then tapped the rounded cartilage with my tongue depressor.

  “Patient three’s tongue can move independently,” I stated. “I suspect that it either curls down her throat, or up over the brain, much like the green-woodpecker’s. Can you grasp things with it?”

  “Would you like me to try?” Rian simpered, ran her hand over my forearm, and leaned in closer.

  “N-Never mind,” I stuttered. “We, uhm, we will test that… at a later time.”

  “In private?” A.B. chuckled.

  “N-no,” I nearly shouted. “We’ll just… do it sometime else.”

  “I can do it now if you’d like,” the black-haired woman purred. “I can show off all of my skills, Charles.”

  “There’s no need for that just yet,” I grunted. “Moving on…”

  I pulled away, tossed the used depressor into a wastebasket, clicked off my flashlight, set it down, and then turned back toward the imp-woman.

  “What next?” Valerie giggled. “This is so exciting.”

  “Reflexes,” I uttered, reached for the table again, and plucked up the reflex hammer. “This won’t hurt, I promise. Here, scoot to the edge of the examination table, yes, just like that, and let your legs hang over the edge. I’m going to lightly tap your knee, is that alright?”

  “Yes, Charles,” Rian simpered.

  I brought the reflex hammer back, tapped it against the crook of her knee, and watched as the leg sprung forward and nearly kicked me in the elbow. I chuckled softly, nodded once, came around to the other side of the table, and repeated the action on her other knee. The leg shot up at the same speed, brushed against my forearm, and then came down to rest in place against the examination table.

  “Patient three’s reaction time is above average,” I
stated. “Faster than both Valerie and Daisy’s time from their examinations. I’m going to test it further. Rian, I’m going to toss these cotton balls at you, I want you to catch as many as you can, do you understand?”

  “Seems easy enough,” the red-skinned woman shrugged. “I’m ready, Charles.”

  I held five cotton balls in my hand, tossed two up toward her head, two from the left, and then the last from the right. I barely blinked as I did it, but Rian was nothing more than a blur before all of our eyes, and within a half of a second, the imp-woman held all the cotton balls in one hand. Rian smiled down at them, giggled lightly, hopped up on the edge of the table, leaned out, and offered them to me.

  “By science,” I grunted. “Patient three’s reaction time is faster than I’ve ever seen, I would say ten times better than the average humans.”

  “Than the average human?” Valerie asked. “Does that mean she’s faster than me?”

  “She has to be faster than me, then,” Daisy said. “I can’t believe she did that, I didn’t even see her hands move through the air.”

  I took the cotton balls from Rian’s hands, tossed them over onto the side table, stepped closer, and gazed into her burnt umber eyes. Before I could move away, Rian’s hand jabbed out, grabbed me by the lapels, and tugged me forward. Our lips came smashing together, but this time, I didn’t fight against it, nor did I want to. The imp-woman was the first to show immediate interest in me, and while it shocked me, I wasn’t opposed to it. I gripped her by the hips and pressed myself into the warmth in between her spread legs.

  I could easily imagine myself making love to her, I wanted nothing more than to caress her perfect body, and feel her move underneath me in undulating waves. I hastily pulled away, took a shaky breath, ran a hand through my messy hair, and then smiled sheepishly at the red-skinned woman.

  Rian’s lips pushed out, her eyelids fluttered, she scooted closer, hung out over the edge of the examination table, and pushed out her enormous breasts in my direction. This new monster-girl was going to give me a heart attack, she oozed sexuality out of her pores, and I physically had to stop myself from ripping off the lab coat and deflowering her right here in the middle of my laboratory. While my other two women watched.