Making Monster Girls: For Science!

by Eric Vall

  “To us!” Valerie lifted her glass, clinked it against mine. “To love!”

  “To us,” Daisy echoed through a mouthful, raised her glass, glanced down at the half-eaten biscuit in her hands, and then raised that too. “To Love! To Charles, Valerie and I, and A.B., though he can’t join us… or drink.”

  “We’re quite the misfit bunch,” I tittered, threw back my head, and gulped the golden liquid down. “Ahh, that goes down so easy. If you hadn’t found that wine cellar, I’m not sure I would ever have, and not only that, but it's illegal for a man to buy or have alcohol in his possession.”

  “This city has such stupid rules,” Valerie huffed, sucked down her entire glass, held it out to me, and then pointed to the bottle of champagne. “How can a man enjoy himself? He can’t even buy himself an ale or a beer down at the tavern? Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?”

  “No, every bead belongs to the matriarchy,” I shook my head. “Men aren’t allowed any pleasure, Val. Not drinks, not sex, not any type of worldly pleasure. Even the few times I pleasured women, I wasn’t allowed to orgasm, only them.”

  “I can make sure that happens,” the feline-woman purred, pressed herself close to my body, licked her lips, and leaned her head back. “Every single time. You didn’t seem to have a problem the first time we did it… and all the times after that.”

  I cleared my throat as my face flushed with heat all the way up to my ears, I glanced toward Daisy, but the bear-girl wasn’t paying attention. The brunette pursed her lips, took a tentative sip of her drink, grimaced, glanced at the biscuit in her hand, and then dipped it into the flute. Daisy bit into the moist confectionary, hummed happily, and then dipped it again.

  “What are you doing?” I chuckled.

  “What?” The beat-girl asked through a mouthful as she grabbed handfuls of the biscuits, crumbled them in her hands, and then poured the crumbs into the flute. “It makes it tastes better. It’s sour, and the biscuits are sweet…”

  “Do whatever you like.” I snorted. “If you don’t like it, you don’t have to drink it.”

  “Are you sure, Charles?” the bear-girl asked, threw back her head, and ate the champagne biscuit mixture, and set down her glass. “I want to celebrate with you, but I’d prefer just to eat the biscuits…”

  “Then do that then,” I smiled, reached out, and ruffled her hair. “You don’t have to drink if you don’t feel like it.”

  The bear-girl nodded, grabbed the plate with a low hum, grabbed a few of the brown sweets, and then shoved them into her open mouth. I slumped into a chair, refilled my glass, Valerie’s too, and then gulped it down.

  Before long, the feline-woman and I had drunk the entire bottle of champagne, and most of the bottles of wine. Our laughter was loud, so Daisy retired into the drawing-room with her plate of biscuits, and soon no sound came from the room except for a few soft snores.

  Valerie leaned against the table, her usually clear blue eyes hazy with drunkenness, the surface of her lips shone with droplets of burgundy wine, and then reached out to grasp my hand.

  “Charles, you do know how handsome you are?” the feline-woman asked. “I’ve thought so since the moment you entered into the compartment of your machine. I love looking at you so, so, much… I just wish that the women of this town could see you the way that I do. Well, I don’t want them to love you the way that I do, but I want them to look at you in a different light, you’re so intelligent, you created Daisy and me from almost nothing, and I want… them to see that.”

  The feline-woman leaned even closer, almost pressed herself across the table, grabbed onto my hands, and tugged me over. Her plump lips parted slightly, her long, wavy hair created curtains around her face, and her large breasts pressed against the tabletop. The cat-girl grabbed my face, pulled me closer, and then pressed her lips to mine. Valerie tasted sweet, like honeysuckle with a hint of the red-wine we’d just finished off, and when she leaned away, I could just make out the outline of her hardened nipples through the jumpsuit.

  My member flexed angrily against my trousers, and I knew, at this moment, I was going to take her right here on the table. I stood from my chair, gripped her by the shoulder, and hauled her from her seat.

  “C-Charles?” the cat-girl gasped, but I cut her off as I smashed my lips to hers.

  I gripped her by the waist, slammed her down on top of the tabletop, snaked my hand into the fabric of her shirt, and took one of her massive breasts into my hand. I pinched the nipple between two fingers, and Valerie broke away from my lips with an explosive moan. Her head rocked back, her hand grabbed mine, pulled it front inside of her shirt, and guided it down between her legs.

  I probed against the fabric, raised my eyes, grinned, and then whispered.

  “You’re already so wet, Val,” I snickered. “Have you wanted this?”

  “It’s all I can think about, Charles,” the ash-blonde whined. “Every time I look at you, I imagine you thrusting inside of me and… I need it. I think if I don’t have it, I’ll die.”

  I breathed heavily at her words, gripped her by the thighs, pulled her closer, and then worked at the buttons of my trousers. I ripped them open, forced the fabric down around my ankles, and then kicked them off. Then, I grabbed the feline-woman by the shoulder, jerked her closer, took one of her hands, and guided it toward the bulge in my boxers.

  Valerie’s hand pulled at the waistband, dipped inside, and took my member into her palm. The cat-girl moaned softly as she gazed down at my penis, licked her lips, and then wriggled closer.

  I knew she wanted it just as badly as I did. Shortly after I arrived home for the second time, only sleep was on my mind, but now, all I wanted was to be inside of Valerie.

  I slipped two fingers into the fabric covering her womanhood, groaned at the sight of her beautiful rosebud, licked my lips, and released my penis from its confines. The underwear slipped to my ankles, and I kicked them aside, bent my knees slightly, and guided myself toward the feline-woman’s opening. Then I slide inside of her.

  “Ohhhhhhhh… Yesssssss.” Valerie rocked her hips forward, threw her head back, and moaned toward the ceiling.

  My hands tightened on her shoulders, slipped down her arms, and then wrapped around her shapely hips as I forced myself deeper inside of her pulsing cavern. Her womanhood tightened around me perfectly, and felt as if my member was dipped in slick oil, and then wrapped in exquisite silk. I had to stop myself from cumming the moment that my hips met hers.

  “Valerie,” I grunted as I plunged my hand into her hair. “You’re so tight, it’s almost as if you were made for me.”

  “I was, Charles,” the feline-woman panted. “I was made for you, and so was Daisy. We love you so much… now please, make love to me… right here.”

  “As you wish, my dear,” I growled through gritted teeth.

  I slammed forward, pushed all of my shaft inside of her, and then pumped wildly. Intense pleasure rocketed through my entire groin, and my head spun deliriously as Valerie’s moans rose in the air. The feline-woman rocked her hips with my movements, and the table she sat on wobbled dangerously. The empty bottles of wine rolled, clinked together, and then toppled off the table with loud crashes, but I didn’t care, I felt too good to stop now.

  My hands slipped underneath of her, gripped her by the perfect ass, and lifted her off of the table. Valerie’s legs clamped around me, and she lay back on top of the table and bucked her hips against me.

  I roared, threw back my head, and pumped into her even faster as we succumbed to our bliss. The feline-woman’s eyes fluttered closed, her mouth dropped open, and her hands gripped me by the forearm as obscenities fell from her perfect lips.

  “Yes! Yes! Charles, oh, gods! Yes!” the cat-girl shrieked. “More, more! I’m so close, you feel so good, I can’t take it anymore!”

  “As you wish,” I groaned, slipped my hands down, gripped her by the silky thighs, and pounded into her.

  The room was filled with the
moist sounds of our bodies slapping together, my low grunts, and Valerie’s high-pitched, sexy cries of pleasure.

  The cat-girl’s convulsing womanhood tightened around me, and a flash of white exploded in the back of my brain as pleasure rocketed up from my groin. The sensation curled through my entire body, raced up to my brain, and then shot back down. A raucous bellow exploded from my tight lips as my penis hardened and flexed.

  Then we were both climaxing.

  I thrust as deep inside of her as I could and then gasped as my seed gushed from me to fill her. Just as suddenly, Valerie rocked back, and her velvety tunnel tightened around me almost painfully as her own orgasm climbed.

  “Ohhhh, wooooooowww!” The cat-girl bucked against me wildly, more moans escaping from her lips, and I grinned at the explosion of noises that ripped up her throat.

  Our orgasms lasted a good half minute, and we each moaned the other’s names while we accepted the gifts our bodies offered each other. Sweat dripped down the side of my face as I made a last few thrusts to fill her, and then we both sighed with relief.

  “That was wonderful,” I said as my arms worked their way underneath her, lifted her from the table, and then held her against my chest. We breathed heavily together, I pressed tender kisses to her pink cheeks, and only pulled away as a soft giggle bubbled up her throat.

  “I’m in love with you, Charles,” the feline-woman grinned. “And we’re going to change the world together.”

  “W-What?” I panted.

  “When you came home, you had resolve in your eyes,” Valerie stated. “You didn’t tell us, but we knew… you’re going to kill the Duchess, aren’t you? Daisy and I knew it immediately, we could see it in your face.”

  “Yes,” I breathed. “There’s no other option. Either she’s going to kill me or… I kill her, I’d like to stick with the option where I stay very much alive.”

  “We’ll be there with you,” the ash-blonde uttered. “We’ll take down the Duchess, and then… maybe even the whole town. I just know for sure, Charles, you’re going to change the world with your machine, and everyone will see or it. Or at least, we’ll make them see. We’re going to build a new world, me, Daisy and you, Charles, the greatest scientist of all time. It will be filled with beautiful women who love you just like we do. I can see it. Can you?”

  “Yes,” I admitted.

  “Won’t it be a wonderful world?” she purred.

  “Yes,” I repeated. “A wonderful world filled with monster-girls.”

  End of book 1

  End Notes

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  Copyright © 2020 by Eric Vall