Ch. 7 Ironically popular
A/N: AWWWWW YEEEAH! I'm back! I'd like to apologize for taking so long. Life is happening and it's beating the trash out of me. Don't you worry though! I should have a regular schedule in no time, hopefully!
Here comes the fun!
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Things went overboard real fast. By overboard, it means things went straight to orbit. There's been a lot of 'never in his life did he ever' moments as of late but never in the history of existence did ever believe he'd be kissed by a Lamia! A Lamia! Not only that, but he had an audience, albeit an audience with very mixed feelings. Why is this happening!? He thought intensely. And if it wasn't bad already, that was his first kiss. His first kiss was stolen by a Lamia he didn't even know. That made him angry, but there was nothing he could do but accept it for what it was. He couldn't push her off or shout for that matter.
And it sure as heck beats getting killed.
A sudden chill filled the room, creating a tense atmosphere. Though she didn't show it, Yukio was very upset, or rather, jealous. In fact, many of the extraspecies in the room felt a tinge of jealousy, which is surprising.
Zeke, to the public eye, wasn't attractive. He was short, his stomach was bulbous and he was a foreigner, but he had an attractive personality. He was very nice, naive, but insanely nice. He was also forgiving and understanding, but, as Widowna said, he was judgmental.
For some reason, this was enough for M.O.N. to visit him every now and then even though he was often opposed to it. Honestly, he didn't know what they saw in him and it made him uncomfortable. Not as uncomfortable as this, however.
Balboa's lips were soft, almost delicate. He felt her fork tongue flick against his lips as if she'd get entry any time soon. She would keep pulling away and coo comforting words and return to kissing him. Her tail massaged his body by slightly flexing her muscles on different areas of his body. Zeke was looking toward the group for answers, his eye quickly darting to each of them. Zombina's brow twitched. She was thinking about shooting a load of bullets right in that schmoe's face but knew Zeke would be collateral.
Vesp did come up with a plan, however. Vesp mouthed 'her tail' and pointed to the tip of her tail which was slowly thumping onto the bed right next to Zeke's hand. Zeke narrowed his eye and raised his eyebrow. Vesp just nodded and made a pumping motion with her hand, which earned looks of disbelief from everyone. Finally someone spoke up. One can guess who.
"Nope! Nope! Nope! No tail-jobs today! I'm yanking suck-face off em'!" Zombina shouted, whirling her shoulder as if ready to fight. There was a flame in her eyes and she stomped forward, flexing her arms. Corva quickly stepped in front of her and shook her head.
"You can't. Trying to pull a Lamia off a person/thing of interest is like trying to pull 30 tons of steel. It's an exaggeration, but that's pretty much what you're dealing with," Corva explained. "Tch.. Fine! But hurry up!" Zombina commanded and crossed her arms. She turned around and closed her eyes and waited.
"I'm out." Doppel turned around and left the room, wanting nothing to do with what was about to happen. Zeke had no idea what it would entail, however. He didn't read the book like he should have, so he doesn't realize the effects of touching the tip of a Lamia's tail.
Everyone braced themselves.
Zeke just rolled his eye and stared at Balboa who was smiling at him, not showing any intent of letting go. He inched his hand toward her tail, which was still thumping against the bed. With no hesitation he grabbed it and rested his thumb gently at the tip of her tail. Her eyes shot open. "EH!?" Balboa shouted, her body skyrocketing. Her tail still had a hold on him but it loosened up on him a little. Thinking he was going somewhere with this, he started to slowly rub her tail in the way Vesp recommended.
The results were.. Awkward. Balboa let out a gracious moan and her whole body shook with delight. Balboa placed her arm between her chest and the other around her stomach. Her mind and body had no idea how to handle it. Zeke, on the other hand, cringed in embarrassment. What in the world was that hornet thinking?! I can't do this! He shouted in his head. Zeke looked back at the group and noticed that Manako completely spaced out, her face overheating. Vesp urged him to continue and everyone else had their backs turned.
Zeke turned back to Balboa who was huffing in a pleasant trance. Knowing he had to continue, he mentally braced himself and shut his eye. Another jolt of pleasurable sensations ran amok in the Lamia's body. The sounds she made reverberated throughout the room and even made it outside. Nurses and doctors often stopped to listen or kept moving because of a certain Doppelganger and Inugami.
"Damn kids don't know how to keep it to themselves." grumbled an old man, "Why, back when I was a boy, we were blessed to see ankles." he mumbled on.
By now Balboa was sensually licking her thumb uncontrollably. "W-wait!~ N-n-no more!~" she whined. Sure she said this, but she didn't let go. Zeke held his breath and sped up his awkward movements. Oh no~... I can't hold it anymore~... Balboa thought lustily. She bit her thumb and did her best to muffle herself. Her tail twitched violently in Zeke's hand, seemingly enjoying the stimulation like it had a mind of it's own. "Fua~ I-I'm...Aah!" she shouted. A trickle of saliva slid down her chin and her mind was fuzzed from euphoria. Her hips swayed instinctively and then she started drooping slowly. "Fuah…" she sighed and slowly slid off of him.
With a satisfied look, Balboa flopped on the floor, dazed. Meanwhile, Zeke had a flushed face while looking extremely angry. He's had enough for one day and he was about make that known. "OUT!" he shouted, looking straight up. Yukio breathed in, about to use her ice breath, but this was heard as if she was going to talk. "NO! ALL OF YOU LEAVE!"
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"I didn't expect to see you all here." Namora said with intrigue. Namora and Widowna had just arrived with their prisoners in tow not expecting M.O.N. to be there. They had some trouble getting there however…
Earlier
The teenagers were cuffed and followed Namora while Widowna stalked from behind. They couldn't stave off there uncomfortableness the Arachne's gaze off their backs. "So uh-" the oldest human started, "You will not speak until said otherwise. Silence is your only freedom." Widowna interrupted through barred teeth. "Yes ma'am!" they shouted. "Quiet!" she hissed. They flinched and put their cuffed hands over their mouths.
"Calm yourself, Widow.." Namora chuckled calmly, walking in a swayed strut. "Lady…" she nodded in acknowledgment. It wasn't long before they made it to their destination. Namora went through the automatic doors and the others followed suit… except one.
Widowna grunted for she was stuck in the door. She struggled just to get her upper body in, trying to duck in but her legs were to widespread. Being a little over 9 feet tall and relatively wide did that to a person.
The doors kept closing on her shoulders and every time she would move forward, her legs would get caught in the doorway. "Curse these…" she grunted. She brought four of her legs in only for her abdomen to be caught. It wasn't long before the hospital personnel came to the aid of the huge spider woman. "Uh-um.. Ma'am? Do you need help?" a male nurse asked nervously. "Apologies for the disturbance.." she strained, flailing her legs.
Namora watched in slight amusement while still keeping an eye on her prisoners. The teenagers in question were trying their hardest not to laugh at Widowna's predicament but took the moment to relax their nerves for a bit. A group of Security garbed clads and other helping hands gathered round her, trying to assess the situation. Some of them were too scared to actually touch the spider while others were asking what they should do.
"My lower abdomen… is too big…" she sighed. Widowna lowered her hands to the helpers. She shook her hair out of her face and said, "Grab my hands and pull. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine." She positioned her middle set of legs on the doors, not applying too much strength.
The security went pale when looking at her sharp looking hands. "O-okay." a young guard stuttered. The younger man slowly put both hands on her right hand. Widowna scanned for another volunteer and patiently waited. She decided to take a look at the man's tag.
"My appreciation, Toa." she thanked. A collected murmur hung over the security, to nervous to approach her. "Come on guys…" he said angrily. "Alright!..." sounded another guard. A pair of hands were laid on her left hand. "On my count… 3.. 2.. 1!" They pulled as hard they could but to no progress.
"Again!" Widowna shouted. They tugged again with all their might, not a budge. "Huup! Again!" she yelled. They pulled once more! They put all of their being in this time! Their muscles strained to pull her large body, sweat dripping from their brow! They clenched onto her suit for leverage in hopes to use their bodies as weight.
"Wait! Don't do that!" she shouted, remembering what Namora said about 'decency'. The suit itself was too small already and with them tugging on it things went south real fast. In seconds, Toa felt a zipper hit his forehead and he fell over shouting,"Wah!" Namora swiftly turned the heads of the her five captures to the right making them groan in frustration. "And don't you move them." she said darkly. However the hospital sure did get an eyeful.
Widowna's enormous breasts were jiggling free from the restraining confines of her suit. Her bust bulged from what little of the suit remained on her, leaving a lot to be desired for the men. Her large boobs were gazed upon by many envious women as well as she unintentionally showed their perfect, voluptuous form.
Trying their hardest to divert their gaze, you know, being in a hospital and what not, they backed off, leaving her to help herself. Widowna sighed in relief from not having to deal with the strain and looked to Namora.
People outside looked on in curiosity, not exactly understanding what was happening. The back of her legs were also flailing in a disturbing manner only stopping every once in awhile. "Lady, what should I do?" she asked with a cool composure. "Don't have the answers for ya, friendo. I can't help because I have to watch these fools." Namora said. She was telling the truth, for the most part. Also she just wanted to see her largest subordinate get stuck in a door. How often do you get to see an Arachne stuck in a door?
Widowna pushed lightly, trying her best not to use all her strength on the door. Her legs kept getting caught on the now glitching out door. The door squeezed on her abdomen harder, making her hiss in uncomfortability.
Namora's mouth creeped into a small smirk and a snicker escaped. "Such pressure…" she muttered. A small vain appeared on Widowna's forehead as she tried her hardest to push big body through the door.
"Damn… This is rather shameful. Forgive me for this." she said regretfully. With overwhelming strength, Widowna pushed against the doors. She kept pushing until the chains snapped and the glass broke. The metal hinges where the doors slid in started to bend under her strength. The sheer might of her pushing caused the whole passage to fall over in a huge crash of metal and glass, leaving nothing nothing but a large hole.
Widowna walked passed everyone who witnessed the insurmountable example of strength. "Forgive me, Lady." she muttered. Namora sighed exasperatedly and waved her hand. "I'll live with a couple million Yen out of my wallet…" Namora chuckled sadly. "Alright. Move!" Widowna commanded the group. They walked to the desk where a very nervous looking clerk stood. "We're visitors for a Mr. Zeke Flora." Namora stated. The clerk fidgeted and took out a clipboard and pen. "F-friend or Family?" the clerk asked. "It doesn't matter," she showed off her badge, "we gotta go, and if you can, lead my friend to a more appropriate way up so she doesn't to Hercules her way through."
"Yes, ma'am!"
The clerk told Namora the floor and room number and asked for assistance for Widowna. Eventually, Namora made her way with her prisoners in tow to their destination, this time without much trouble. Widowna would be a bit obviously.
Standing in the hallway, Namora was met with a rather interesting sight.
Present
Namora, as observant as she is, immediately noticed that something was off. If Balboa's state wasn't evidence enough, everyone had a stern look on their face. Also, the fact that two different factions of the Exchange Bill Security team stood outside one room was already a sight to behold. She could feel the tension between the two groups as they exchanged glares to each other. Ah, and poor Yukio, sitting on a chair with a blank stare on her face. Things were just not good at all today.
"Alright, I'll bite. What happened?" the agent asked. "Ahm! Nothin' of concern, Lady! We just uh.." Vesp tried to speak up but couldn't find the words. That gave the opportunity for M.O.N. to strike. "Well, when we arrived, we found these randos and euphoria over here trying to do the jiggy with good ol' Zeke against his will. Poor guy had to tail-jerk her off. What's worse, I was stuck with 'rules of nature' until the ordeal was over," with a pause, Doppel then leered at Namora, "Speaking of which, what exactly is she doing on the streets and what's with the get up?"
I smell smoke and lot's of it, Namora thought figuratively. Things went from terrible to just plain stupid. It seemed with every hour, problems kept piling and piling. Honestly, she didn't have the time nor patience to deal with all this. She had a group of perverts, who were ogling over every last bit of this, and Widowna was going to arrive sooner or later. And the icing on the cake is that, now, she has to deal with a very irritated M.O.N. Not to mention that apparently, her subordinate tried to molest Zeke.
She wasn't sure what the whole story was but that was about to change real quick. Namora turned her head slightly to right and motioned toward the four perverts. "Go to the waiting room. You will wait until I say so. Try to leave and I will most definitely know." Namora's commanding voice rang in their ears like horns making them scramble away like obedient children.
As soon as their presence was gone, Namora stood attention. "M.O.O.N.S!" she shouted. Almost Immediately they stood in a line, including Star, except for Balboa, who was now asleep in the waiting room. "Explain."
Vesp stood straight, cleared her throat and spoke, "After our run in with the female centaur, we-" "No no! AS IN moments ago. Save the details of getting here." Namora interrupted, causing Vesp to flinch. "Y-yes, Lady. When Tactics Coordinator Corva Rave arrived, she was rather insensitive of client Flora's problems and inadvertently made him go on a tangent about extraspecies. Client Flora's emotions were very poor and as a result, For reasons unknown, Stealth unit Balboa Thon acted out of line and straddled client Flora, kissing him suddenly," Vesp gulped a bit. "Also, Star was outside by his request and so that she wouldn't pull anything."
"I see, now who told Zeke to touch Balboa in such an erogenous zone?" she asked.
"It was me, Lady!" Corva shouted swiftly.
"No it wasn't," she retorted quickly, staring at Vesp through her sunglasses.
"Damn…" Corva muttered and stomped one of her talons. She wanted to cover Vesp but that wasn't happening. "I'm sorry, Lady. I told him to do it. It seemed like the only way to get her to move. I didn't see any other option." Vesp admitted.
"Understandable yet reckless. Vesp, that was stupid. You should have known how to move her without any risk, that's part of your training and it could have been handled a lot better. Corva! You should have known who you were dealing with. I briefed all of you on this. Keep your temper under control or it's suspension." Namora threatened. They nodded and saluted.
"Star! Stop this revenge nonsense. It's childish, crude, and downright threatening. I gave you a second chance, food, clothing, and an opportunity to put your skills to good use. Don't you dare let my good will go to waste, because were it Smith? You would have been gone without a moment's notice." Star nodded vigorously. "I'm sorry, Lady. It won't happen any longer!" she shouted and did a salute.
"I'm not looking for an apology. I need you to get better. Like I said, that revenge shit? Drop it. Real fast." This was one the rare occasions Yoko Namora made threats to her team. While she is normally seen as fun-loving and goofy, she doesn't tolerate anything while on the job, no exceptions. Namora walked to the M.O.N. and pushed up her glasses. "Sorry for the trouble. Monster Ops: Neutralization, this is Monster Offense Ops: Neutral Stance. Make up. I'm going to talk to my client." That's when a familiar stamping of 8 legs came from seemingly came from nowhere.
"Alright, Widowna is almost here. All of you stay out here. Ms. Smith will be here in a little bit. And Yukio? I am so sorry for all this. Don't fret over it. We'll get this all patched up and you'll be with your Homestay in no time." Yoko said solemnly. Yukio just gave a small nod, not sure what to do or think, opting to stay put. Her only consolation was that he was in good hands, hopefully.
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What a bad day.
It was just a really bad day for Zeke. Nothing went right in the slightest. He hasn't the minimalistic idea on how to handle things other than look at the ceiling uncomfortably. He was stuck listening to his own incoherent thoughts of rage and angst, two emotions he was not fond of. The world whacked with a bat this time. Who knows how he'll recover. The young man gave a long, drawn out, sigh. "When is fate going to end it? Never I suppose. Just keep going until it ends or something like that." Zeke grew angry at what he was saying to himself. "Man! What am I saying?! Things look bad, sure but at least… Well, you know!" He tried to think of something positive out of this other than 'At least I'm not dead".
"Somebody's popular." Namora said at the doorway. "Pffft. Popular…" he scoffed, "What do you want? Here to convince me that little program is working? Or perhaps that I need more company?"
"Tch…" Namora bit her lip, bringing arms under her chest. "No, wait… That was rude… D-disregard that." he said with bitterness at himself.
"It's alright. In some retrospect, it's true. I would have normally come here for that. However, with things how they are, I doubt you'd want to see another extraspecies right now." she chuckled dryly. "A sad truth." Zeke responded. Namora took off her glasses and sat next to the hospital bed. "I came to bring you this." She reached inside her trench coat and to out a folded piece of paper and a pen. With some reluctance, she handed it to him. He took it with his healthy hand having her hold the pen. "What's this?" he asked, gazing at the paper curiously. Namora sighed and spoke, "That is your opportunity to cut all ties with the Cultural Exchange Bill and Monster Therapy." His eyes widened. "Wha..? Why?"
"In the little time you were under our jurisdiction, you were only put harm's way. Believe it or not, I talked with your parents about this program and they to were very adverse to the idea. They had strict orders to give you the opportunity to leave the program whenever you felt like it or if you were in danger." Namora explained. Zeke stared at the paper, awestruck and continued to listen. The woman flicked her hair and looked up. "I'll be honest, I didn't expect it to be this.. Difficult. I mean, problem after problem comes your way, and what can you do? Nothing. In fact, today was meant to be your first follow up. I was the one who took a picture of you two." she finally admitted.
Zeke narrowed his eye and tried to process the confession. The source of all that happened… Came from her. "It was you?!" Zeke half-shouted. "Yes. It was a test to see how you would hold yourself in public with an Extraspecies and a chance to prove everyone wrong about you. We knew you'd obtain a percentage of your parents earnings and planned accordingly. Ignorant ol' me blindly put you in danger and on the spot. It's all over the news." She turned on the T.V. that hung in the corner just in time for their latest story.
"A unique Yuki-Onna abandoned by Extraspecies hater, Zeke Flora. This just in, what was just a stroll became a blizzard of problems…" The T.V. continued it's twisted story until Zeke demanded her to shut it off. "So what? You guys just follow me everywhere now? Is my life so exposed that both sides are looking to exploit it?!" he questioned angrily.
Namora visibly became distressed, "Flora, we're not trying to-"
"Then what was that ssssh… That!?" he cut her off. "Why does everything feel like some giant chain of events that will inevitably lead to my doom? I mean, I don't think you realize how much I have been through! None of you do! You ever been injected with Arachne venom or nearly had your blood drained by a Vampire? No? Or how about being caught in between some stupid political debate where everyone constantly questions your motives? Not that either? Because I have! It's like my life has been blown out proportion!" He seethed.
"That's enough!" the agent cried out. Zeke closed his mouth in fear and surprise. She leaned in close and growled softly, "Grow up! All you've done so far is whine and complain and cry! It's sickening! Look, I get it. You feel like the world is against you and your life has been horrible thus far, which, I'll admit, things have not been great. But! What you need to realize is how lucky you are. You have a Yuki-Onna literally fawning over you! You've gain the trust of M.O.N.! I know them, they're pretty damn picky with who they associate themselves with! You made my most straightforward companion fall for you! Do you know the implications of that?!"
This made Zeke stop for a moment. What did it all mean? What? Was his fear endearing? Did he do something? "I understand that things are difficult but you need to stop questioning everything and have some faith that not everything is a living lie. Take some chances, hun. You have the opportunity to change a whole culture! But you need to fix what you have first. Don't push this away. I'm not telling you not to be cautious but rather, let loose for once. Let them handle everything. What happened today? That was simply unfortunate. There was nothing I could do to stop it other than not do my job."
Zeke clenched his fist and silenced himself. Having a moral conscience… It's what usually what spurred him to listen to anything heartfelt. Even in this banged up body he was in the wrong. They all were technically. What a big misunderstanding this was. Namora crossed her legs and leaned back. Her eyes softened as she looked pitifully on his injuries. "You know what's more Ironic? Everything was replaced. So I didn't even need to go and buy the stuff my mom told me about." Zeke chuckled then coughed.
"Ha! Yeah… Look hun, I want you to think it over, alright?"
she was about to leave, but he stopped her. He handed her the paper. "Here. Not yet. Just… I guess I have to be strong." Namora gave him a bright smile.
"Good on you. By the way, I'd like to apologize for Balboa's actions. No one knows this but she has a 'lover's' instinct. Though she never showed interest in men for a long time, she's very sensitive to negative feelings. It makes her do rash things." she smirked and out the info sheet in her pocket.
"Thank you. Really. I would have had quit weren't for you." he sighed.
"We're a team in this, hun. If I ever let you down purposely, I'd quit my job." she finished. A devious smile formed on her face. "Now that you're feeling better, I'm gonna let them swarm you…"
"Wait, what?" he asked worriedly, hoping he heard wrong.
"Yup! And don't mind Star, she'll straighten out." she laughed and started leaving the room.
"No wait! What are you doing! Oh no…" she was gone.
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Namora left to see everyone more or less do she asked. At least they seemed tame enough… For now. "Hey, Zeke wants to see you guys. Especially you, Yukio." She egged. You can almost see the light in her eyes as she shot up. Everyone else had a similar reaction. "About damn time! Gotta see how is and make him pay for making me worry!" Zombina said and bolted in. And the rest was history. "That includes you, Bal." Namora said, realizing she was awake. "Why would he want to…" she murmured. "Because, he already forgives you. I'll have to talk to you later though..." Balboa nodded and slithered in the room reluctantly.
Namora laughed. All she has to do now is the prep the the four idiots for their visit with Zeke. With a little help from Widowma of course.
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Prey to Biographies?!
Corva Rave
Species: Harpy
5'9/175cm!
Breast Size: C cup
Species: Harpy
Age: 27
Birthday: April 18
Occupation: Tactics Coordinator of M.O.O.N.S
Corva Rave is not like most Harpies. She can retain memories exceptionally well and is known to be a great tactician. This wasn't always the case. Before Corva became a M.O.O.N.S member, she scavenged for anything edible and lived off what she could. She lived in such poor conditions that she would go extreme and sell herself if need be. Namora would find her and soon find out that she has useful intellect, thus giving her the M.O.O.N.S position. She has an unhealthy obsession of eating food off the ground.
Appearance: Corva has jet black hair, a tan complexion, and violet/purple irises. If she's not seen in uniform then she's in a pair of tight jeans, a red T-shirt and a long, white lab coat without sleeves. Her feathers are also Jet black with a healthy sheen. She resembles a lot like a Raven.
Personality: Corva Rave can come off a bit stand-offish toward people but that is her way of giving a big F*** You to the world for treating her so terribly. Her true personality is that of a teenager or an early teen. She can be very excitable and happy and enjoys socializing or pulling pranks on people.
Role(s): M.O.O.N.S Unit, Good friend of Namora
Traits:
Tactician: She is very efficient at leading an operation or her name isn't Corva.
Memory retention: She can remember things a lot easier than other Harpies
Flight: Flight
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A/N This Chapter was a big thank you to the source material. Also, if you have a M.O.O.N.S. you'd like me to delve into, let me know! I LOVE character development! Thank you for the support, all of you!
