I was absolutely creasing seeing all those Reviews for Dumbledore, thanks guys. The support is really appreciated and I'm glad that so many of you are enjoying this.
This chapter was difficult as it turned out nothing like I originally envisioned it, but is the best it could be (in my opinion) and the closest it could possibly get. I'm satisfied enough to let you guys read it I guess.
I hope you like it.
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A Wizards Life with Monster Girls:
Chapter 25
A small black counter littered with broken plates and shattered glass, stained red in places. The air stinking of blood and wine. Loud angry voices and the dull 'clap' of flesh hitting flesh as a little girl, with black hair so long she could sit on it, buried her face into her knees. Sitting in the corner with her hands over her ears.
Kuroko Smith woke up from the nightmare lethargically. Slowly rising into a seated position, still wrapped in the duvet of her futon as a clock ticked ceaselessly beside her. Tired, bleary eyes eventually deduced that she had awoken an hour before her alarm.
Practiced and without thought, Smith raised her arms and brushed her fingers against the walls of her room. Shivering at the cold of her apartment as she fought off feelings of claustrophobia at the miniature size of her bedroom; Smith's arms not even fully extended as she touched the opposite walls of the room.
A cold shower was another complaint added to the notepad in her kitchen as she fixed breakfast,
"How can I spend so much on rent and still go a month without hot water." She sighed as her toast popped free of the battered old toaster, "I swear if I HAD a bathtub, you and I would be taking a swim."
Obnoxious noise assaulted her ears from further down the cluttered, kitchen counter. Smith rolling her eyes as she strode over to the coal black smartphone she was assigned for work and reading the caller ID with an expression of disgust before answering,
"Good morning, sir." She answered as she plated her breakfast,
"You and your squad are required in an hour." The gravelly monotone of Matsumoto, her supervisor, crackled over the line,
"In an hour? Matsumoto-sama, it is five in the morning. The members of MON are-"
"You will be expected at the central building at six AM." Was the interruption that preceded her superior hanging up.
A shaking hand placed the phone back on the counter, the screen time 5:29 glowing briefly on the screen before it locked. Smith grinding her teeth together as she glared down at it, hoping her hatred would travel through the device towards the cause of her irritation.
It took her five minutes of steadying breaths before her fingers tapped Zombina's number into the keypad of the phone,
"Eugh, Smith? Why so early?" She gurgled out as if she had just been awoken,
"Get yourself dressed and wake up the others. We're expected in in about an hour."
"Wha- Wait. I just woke up and that's half an hour away! Like fuck you crazy bi-"
She was hung up on after a sizeable bite into of toast. The harsh clicking of heels accompanied the phones quick flight into Smith's bag as she made for the door of her apartment. Unceremoniously exiting for another hard day of underpaid, unappreciated work.
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Bane believed that if he was going to survive to tell the tale of his encounter with Albus Dumbledore, he'd have to move. And move quickly.
Magic, in its basest and vaguest of definitions, was the power to turn thought into reality, to bring thing's from the casters imagination into the real world. And whilst wizards and witches needed wands or staffs to channel their internal power for them and bring their desires to life for them. Bane had no need for such a crutch.
So, before the purple robed human could even put a hand on his stick of wood, Bane was in motion. Power, hot like molten rock, bubbled within the bottom of his belly. Rising up his torso to his extended hand with a speed rivalling light.
The roots and vines of the trees around them convulsed as they became animated under Bane's command. Lurching free of their positions and growing thicker and longer in the blink of an eye, before lunging at the one-armed man at a similar speed. Raining down on him (and his treacherous companion) from all sides, dripping with lethal intent
Because for all that his age had beaten at his reaction time and dulled his physical prowess.
Albus Dumbledore could never be beaten by an attack this half-hearted.
A flick of the wrist and the sleek, ancient wand that called him master fell into his palm, secured in the grip of his long fingers. It danced through the wind at a speed that defied logic. Calling the wind under its wielders command for the sole purpose of slicing apart the incoming assault.
A whoosh and crash echoed through the dark, sweltering forest as Dumbledore's silent, wind based cutting curse sliced apart the wood as if it were already paper. The area around Keros and Dumbledore quickly littered with leaves and shattered wood as all but the, frankly bored looking, Headmaster stared with a mix of awe and fear at the elderly mans slowly descending arm as it returned to his side.
"Again." He ordered gruffly, eyes on Bane with a gaze that reeked of disappointment.
Bane snarled, the power that was his magic rolling through his body like fire. A vicious swipe of the hand sent a spell designed to slice through the elderly man. Carving a path from the caster to the victim, a victim who rolled his eyes and erected a shimmering shield of magic that effortlessly absorbed the spell. Bane sliced again. And again. Firing spell after spell in pure fury as Dumbledore glared in icy irritation.
When spent, Bane's breath was haggard, his tail flopped tiredly and the centaur was all but dead on his feet. His sweat almost freezing on his skin as Dumbledore stood uninjured and unimpressed behind his shield charm, with Keros flinching fearfully beside him. Her awestruck and terrified gaze flicking from him to Dumbledore and back again.
"My, my. You younglings and your lack of stamina." Dumbledore crooned sadistically, his shield falling and his glowing wand point levelled at Bane's chest, "Can I take my turn now?"
With a few shuffling steps, Bane's followers fell back in front of him; bows, swords and spears brandished at the man considered the greatest (and most powerful wizard) in the world. Cold defiance in the face of certain death,
"Stand down." Bane roared, not fond on the idea of meat shields, "He will kill you!"
"Please listen to Bane." Dumbledore spoke up also, "I am not sure what you have been told, or what you believe. But if you stand with that psychopath then I will be forced to eliminate you alongside him."
They were fearless in their opposition.
"Lord Bane, please flee." Came a feminine voice, Bane ashamed that he could not put a name to the face of the blonde-haired female stood before him, a nocked arrow aimed at Dumbledore's heart, "The future of our species rests on you."
"Lord Bane, you are the strongest of us. You must flee to ensure our movements success." Came Viki's impassioned declaration, "Please run."
Bane met Dumbledore's eyes, flinching violently at the look in his eyes. Equal measures of rage and disgust as the wand tip glowed brighter and his grip on it tightened,
"You make me sick Bane." He growled, "I was unsure before, but I am certain now. You truly have lied to them, haven't you?"
"You are the master of Harry Potter aren't you?" Viki asked with an equal dose of loathing, "Are you proud of your student's savage destruction of this town and its people?!"
Sounds of righteous, angry support met her words. Bane remained silent, kept that way under the weight of Dumbledore's glare. A glare that was softened by something Bane could not quite place,
"You unfortunate children." He sighed tiredly, his gaze falling on Viki with pity rather than loathing, "I've seen far too many like you."
"Like what?"
"Misguided and lied to. Forced down a path out of hatred and ignorance." He continued to Viki's sneering response, "You have been deceived."
"Lord Bane, please use this time to escape." came another whisper.
"There is a ward up over this forest Bane, you may have been able to Apparate in but you cannot escape the same way." Keros shouted, drawing Bane's attention as she shuddered in rage, "You will answer for the things you have done!"
"Please be calm Keros." Dumbledore turned to sooth Keros's growing anger. The spell of Dumbledore's rage filled gaze lifted as his face turned from him.
"I'm sorry." He choked out as he quickly turned. Galloping towards the treeline behind him without looking back. Missing the smiles and resolution of his followers as they turned to the Hogwarts headmaster, prepared to unleash hell upon him in his name.
Dumbledore's response was a sigh as he viciously slashed his wand, hurling the centaurs off of their feet as Bane sprinted away. Instinct hurling him to the left just in time for a hex to fly past him and into the trunk of a tree a few feet before him, the trunk exploding into splinters and dust and said tree beginning a slow collapse. Several spells hissed and screeched by him, missing him by inches due to nothing short of divine intervention.
The echoing screams of his abandoned followers eventually faded out until all Bane could hear was the collision of his hooves with the ground and his haggard, shameful breaths.
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The open acknowledgement of monsters and liminal species lead to the integration of humans and monster's cultures. A process that was bound to lead to slip ups, friction and misdemeanours.
Thus, internationally sponsored containment facilities, for those creatures that regular prisons could not hold, popped up on black sites in international waters. Protected by an amalgamation of technology and the magic the government was yet to reveal to the public.
The Abaddon facility (in the South-East Pacific) was one of those places. An imposing mesh of steel and stone that stood like a grey pole embedded in the seabed, the frothing water battering it from all sides as an endless storm unloaded sheets of water upon it and the waves.
Smith's stocking clad legs lay one-atop-another as she tapped away on her phone, ignoring Zombina's unimpressed glares that she alternated between herself and Matsumoto (her superior). Doppel on the other hand was playing with her hair, Manako was rubbing the tiredness from her eye and Tio was feeling more awkward in the cramped transport plane than she ever had.
"Yo boss?" Zombina hissed, Smith casting a look to the red headed zombie from the corner of her eye, "Why the hell are we here?"
"Trouble at the prison. They need help with a neutralisation effort." She responded with little care as she looked back at her phone, texting away and hoping the fool would wake up and respond,
"Matsumoto. What's going on?" Doppel spoke up from opposite to the suited superior following Smith's texting example. He levelled an unimpressed glare to the nude, white haired Doppelganger sat across from him,
"And why the hell did we have to come out so early in the goddamn morning?!" Zombina hissed, leaning around Smith to lock eyes with the grey haired, wrinkled man in his crisp black suit,
"As of 5:15 this morning, a bomb went off within level twelve of the Abaddon facility." He ground out in a dreary monotone, unperturbed by the women's wide-eyed response, "The internal, structural integrity of the facility was compromised and several of the prisoners escaped their holding cells and have begun to riot."
His eyes, cold and dark, turned to Smith then each member of MON in turn before they settled onto the door to the cockpit,
"You have been assigned to guard the helipad and hangar and to ensure none of those fools escape the facility."
Smith turned her gaze to the surprised zombie girl and let out a,
"Satisfied?" and smirked as Zombina leaned back into her chair.
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The sun had risen bright and warm over the city long before Meroune was carefully lowered into her wheelchair. Folding her hands gently in her skirted lap and smiling up warmly at the dark haired, fellow Princess. Completely unperturbed at the quiet look of loathing as she literally looked down her hooked nose at her,
"Shall we be off, Princess Vanguard?" Meroune inquired cheerily, her partners uncommitting grunt as she began to wheel her along doing nothing to lessen her good mood, as the representatives of the Interspecies Cultural Exchange escorted them through the bustling streets of the city her husband to be resided.
"This is quite the place." Meroune chirped aloud as she looked around, marvelling at the dress of the rushing folk, their myriad of facial expressions (some almost on the verge of panic, others so lackadaisical it was comical) and enjoying the stifling air and the oppressive noise due to sheer novelty,
"It's unbearably noisy." Vanguard grunted from above her. Her black eyes roaming in an outwardly lazy fashion, despite the Goblin Princess's actual goal being to hunt for potential threats as a well-trained warrior.
"Ahh, but the ocean was so quiet. If one was not speaking there was little to no sound." Meroune sighed, closing her eyes and leaning back into her chair, simply taking in the shouts, the car horns, the pitter-patter of footfall and relishing in its uniqueness,
"You'll grow bored of it."
"That I will, but I will enjoy it immensely until that point."
It would be a good half an hour stroll from the Central Building, the official headquarters of the Interspecies Exchange Program, before their entourage took their leave. No longer strolling with them but pulling away to watch the two royals from a distance. Leaving the women to silently stroll down the near empty streets. This continuing until they reached a sizeable hill and began to trek upwards,
"Are you sure you are okay with this, Princess Vanguard?" Meroune broke the silence worriedly,
"You are light Princess. I could hurl you up this hill with a single arm." Vanguard scoffed with a smirk, looking down at the pinkette when she giggled a bell-like laugh behind her hand,
"I was wondering if you were capable of smiling for some time there." Meroune tittered, leaning her head back and smiling a broad sweet smile at the goblin. The recipient of the smile scowling in response and looking away, "My, you really do not like me, do you?"
"I do not quite approve of your marriage to Hadrian." Vanguard sniffed, turning her head to pay attention to the direction they were headed, noting that they were close to cresting the incline,
"And why is that?"
"Why do you need to know?"
"Well… if this marriage is to come to be, we will be sisters, correct?" Meroune continued to gaze up at her with wide, blue eyes, "I do not wish to be adversaries."
"That is not exactly an answer."
"It is not. But I thought I should mention it." The mermaid's tone was devoid of its previous mirth and was now gentle and serious, "I have no untoward intentions towards you or your family. And I intend to treat your brother well, regardless of whether Prince Hadrian will have me or not."
They reached the top of the hill, sprawling suburbia sprawled out before them as they continued striding. Modest detached houses walled off from one another stood side by side, parallel to one another as far as the eye could see. The occasional car bumbled along up and down the street and even less people were walking up and down the pavement. Some carrying white, plastic bags, others looking at mobile phones or tending to children. None of them paying attention to the goblin and the mermaid at the top of the street.
"He won't." Vanguard muttered, eyes focussed forward rather than on the woman she was addressing.
"I'm sorry, I do not quite know what you mean?"
Vanguard inhaled a sharp breath, gripping the handles of the wheel chair and prickling her dark skin with her sharp, darker nails. She allowed the breath to whistle past her sharp teeth as she reached the top of the slope, leaning her head down to make her lips level with her twitching, piscine ears,
"What I mean is, he won't have you, Princess."
And she let go of the handles and allowed her to roll free of her grasp.
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The MON squad stood outside of the chaos of the prison riot, but was aware of the catastrophe below them as they stood guard. Sheltered from the rain in the roofed hangar and prepped for combat as they guarded the one door that marked the exit to the facility. A door four guns were trained on and an armoured ogre was glaring at,
"Cell block three has fallen. Level 6 is compromised. I repeat, cell block three has fallen, level 6 is compromised!" Came a panicked male voice over the walkie talkie strapped to Smith's hip, the voice screaming the message over the sounds of gunfire and explosions before cutting off.
"That's six levels gone in the last hour." Manako timidly supplied, the monoeye's timid voice shaking slightly in her position atop the plane they had arrived in,
"Mighty convenient that we're here as the last line of defense whilst the big boss is hiding away in the plane." Doppel moaned from close to the door leading in and out of the Abaddon facility.
"Boss, even with the five of us bottlenecking this door, there is no way in hell we can stave off an army of monster criminals." Zombina almost shouted, her eyes nt leaving the door and her semi-automatic not lowering an inch.
"Back up has been called." Smith responded curtly, her own attention not leaving the vault-like steel door, two feet thick, and seven feet in height and diameter. Closed and locked up tight for who knows how much longer, the team on the other side having already gunned down roughly two dozen inmates that had slinked their way to it (the very top of the fifty storey, skyscraper of a prison) and having sustained the loss of a quarter of their manpower.
"Matsumoto-sama has been calling non-stop for the last half an hour." Tio called to Zombina comforting (though her voice was slightly muffled and distorted through her thick helmet, "I am certain that we will be receiving support shortly."
A heavy series of thuds smacked into the vault door with varying degrees of force and intensity. Causing the team to flinch and be on their guard with practised and weary ease,
"What was that?!" came the voice of their superior from within their transport, echoing through the large room despite itself,
"Likely more inmates on the other side of the door, sir." Tio called in her same comforting tone, "Do not worry, it is holding and we are still safe."
A crash was then heard echoing throughout the hangar. The echoing clang of metal hitting concrete,
"And that?!" The disinterested monotone of Matsumoto from earlier that morning now laced with quiet fear,
"Manako, do you see anything up there?" Smith called up to the sniper above them, sat atop the plane with a mostly undisturbed view of their surroundings,
"Negative, Smith-san. I will investigate." She called, toting the large gun in her small arms and hopping from the large plane to the next, then the next, disappearing off to the right and towards the source of the sound.
"Hey Boss, it's all good you pointing that thing this way," Doppel called over her shoulder and drawing attention back to her direction, "But what are you actually going to do when they crack this thing open. You can't exactly shoot these guys without landing yourself in a cell just like their's."
Smith, despite the tenseness of the situation, allowed herself a quick smirk and laugh,
"Doppel-chan, we're standing in a building that officially does not exist, in a part of the world where international law, especially those pertaining to human/liminal violence is skewed at best." Smith droned on in a smug tone, "Even if someone brought that point up, I am fairly certain that clocking one of these prisoners is not even illegal."
"We should probably ask the experts, huh?" came a low, feminine baritone that cut through the hangar with its volume and vague unfamiliarity.
Instinctively and in unison, the MON squad turned to look behind them to see the new speaker and were met with the blood red eyes and crimson hair of the vampire they had jailed a few months before,
"Alistaine?!" Zombina spat out in incredulity, mismatched eyes wide in surprise as she took in the vampire (her teammates watching on in equal disbelief). Her skin was still as pale as snow, eyes crimson and wild and previously immaculate nails chewed and uneven. She stood in a grey jumpsuit in stark contrast to the black suit of her hostage, the elderly Matsumoto, shuddering in fear as Lilliana Alistaine's arm was wound around his neck and her fingers drummed a beat on his skull,
"Matsumoto-sama!"
"Do not point that at me Smith!" He squealed, eyes wide and fearful as guns were turned in his direction,
"OOOH! Thank you for reminding me, Matsumoto-kun!" The vampire trilled cheerfully, a wide smile and bright look briefly occupying her eyes before they hardened into a sharp glare and her tone became cold, "You, monoeye. Drop the gun and step into my line of sight."
Manako, who had been lining up a shot off to Lilliana's right (hoping to remain unseen so as to take out the vampire once again), flinched harshly away from her scope. Her wide eye on the burning red eyes of the MON squads foe.
"Do you have a shot, Manako?" Doppel called to her teammate, but the vampire spoke again in her callous, malevolent tone,
"If you don't appear before me in the next few seconds I will be crushing your superiors skull in my hands?"
"I'm not buying the bluff." Smith deadpanned, raising her own pistol once more despite her superiors previous command,
"If you killed the old man then we'd have no reason not to blow you to hell." Zombina snarled as she aimed her own gun also, aiming for the head of the red headed vampire, "Manako, if you've got a shot take it."
"Five seconds you one eyed freak!" Lilliana called, her drumming fingers halting as they grabbed hold of the man and began to squeeze. Matsumoto squirming and whining in pain, "Five!"
"Manako, that shot!" Smith called,
"I- Smith-san, it isn't clean but I have one! Y-Your orders?" came the timid, fearful voice,
"Four! Get your ass out here monoeye!"
"It's your call!" Smith roared, her own hands shaking and cursing herself for shying away from the decision immediately,
"Don't you dare take that shot!" Matsumoto screamed, more fearful for his life than he had ever been in his thirty years of service to his government,
"Three, two, one. I guess the old man's dying today then!" Lilliana called angrily, her hand squeezing hard enough that her nails began to puncture her targets flesh, the five small wounds dripping streams of blood down his wrinkled face. His agonised scream echoing off of the wall,
"Manako!"
"Wait!" was the monoeye's response as she stepped into the vampires line of sight. Hands raised and empty, shuddering under the foes satisfied grin.
"Good girl." Allistaine crooned as she loosened her grip and hissed for her hostage to 'shut up!'
"How the hell did you get out?!" Doppel growled, fists balled and nostrils flared,
"It's amazing what can fit into a cake from home." The vampire sighed sweetly, tone and countenance almost reminiscent as she drummed her jagged nails across Matsumoto's throat, "And how powerful Muggle explosives are these days. Or how ridiculously straightforward this super secret facilities ventilation system is."
"Even if you somehow escape, you won't get far Lilliana." Smith decreed,
"We'll hunt you to the ends of the earth if that's what we need to do." Doppel supplied with a lazy tone, before a grin of pure sadism split her caramel face, "You'll never get away from us!"
"If it was me alone, I may have entertained the idea that you were correct." She mirrored Doppel's uncaring tone before displaying her fangs in a victorious grin, "But my partners preparing our transport and I have a patron who has confirmed that I shall escape today."
"If you're talking about Daddy-dearest then even if he could get you out. The pair of you will be thrown right back in here." Zombina spat with a toothy grin, a grin that fell under a matching one from the vampire,
"Oh please, my father is far happier that I am in here than he has ever been about anything." She responded with a laugh, before the wild, victorious glint returned to her gaze, "No, I was approached by someone with actual power."
An engine stuttered and choked to life behind the standoff, Lilliana's grin growing to an impossible size as helicopter blades whirled into action and the roof of the hangar opened wide, allowing the howling wind and relentless rain to bear down upon them. Instantly slickening the cement they stood upon and distracting all but the vampire, who began to quickly back towards the whirring helicopter.
"The Mistress of the West awaits our arrival. I will be leaving now, and taking your superior to ensure my safety." Lilliana called over the noise with a light cheer, smiling a pretty smile as she stepped further and further from them, "And as much as I would like to leave you all with some fond memories of this encounter, it is beneficial to me if I do not."
"Lethe!" she called as she was backed up to the door of the chopper, the MON squad closing in in a tight semi-circle. The last thing the team seeing being a stir in the helicopters cockpit before they were engulfed in a sharp blast of white light.
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Kuroko Smith, overworked and underpaid, awoke to the familiar feeling one got when in flight. The thumping and thrumming of an aircraft felt around her as she felt herself strapped in an upright, sitting position on a dimly lit plane.
"Wha-What's going on?" She slurred out before descending into a coughing fit, a few voices quietly noting that she had awoken and one figure approaching her with a glass of water. Something her dry, battered throat craved, but her pained coughing did not allow her to swallow.
"Coordinator Smith, can you hear me?" Came a masculine voice in front of her. A man dressed in forest green Kevlar and a black military-esque uniform kneeled before her, unaffected by the bucking of the aircraft, "I am Captain Hatori of the Monster Ops. We found yourself and your team unconscious in the hangar of the Abaddon facility when we arrived to provide reinforcements."
Smith quickly gulped down the cool water and relished in the brief relief it provided her.
"A-Are they unharmed?" She asked quietly, her head pounding and her throat hurting as she spoke,
"They are fine, Smith-san. There is no cause for concern." He offered placatingly, her swimming vision briefly settling enough to see the comforting smile that slowly morphed into a concerned expression, "But can you tell me what happened to you?"
And Smith wracked her mind for a minute, for two, for three before finally looking into his eyes with a helpless expression and choking out,
"I don't know."
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She rubbed the mould between a razer sharp index finger and thumb, turning up her nose and glaring at the black substance with blood red eyes.
Two slams from below her caught her attention as the bearded owner of the filthy, run-down apartment slammed his door open and closed. Running his hand through his spiked hair then tugging at his short beard as he waded through the sea of black bags by his door.
"You'd better have a decent amount of silk for me today." Came the angry call of her 'Host'. Or her owner, if she was being a bit more honest about her situation, seeing as she WAS sold to him.
Despite the depressing thoughts, she could not resist chuckling at the amusement that rushed through her at his aggravation,
"Another failed day on the prowl?" She called back teasingly, laughing again at his intelligible grumbling, "I told you, Kasegi-kun. Marketing yourself as a director for a documentary will not work for you. You just don't have the face for it."
He slammed his camera onto his desk, the soft clinking of empty cans hitting the floor reached up to her spot by the ceiling. The dark room quickly illuminated by the sharp, fluorescent light of his desktop.
"The silk woman, now!" He ordered, not looking up as he fumbled with a wire and plugged said camera up to the computer. Quickly opening folders and his editing software to pull up his catch of the day.
"I think if you were more honest with your intentions, you'd probably have a lot more success with your little escapades." She responded, unperturbed as he tapped away at his keyboard and aggressively dragged his mouse across the table top, "You look too much like a pervert to be seen as anything else."
The webbing barely wobbled as she rose to stand. Poised delicately on her long legs as she slowly lowered herself down to the littered floor below, her days work bundled in her arms.
"Jesus you wench!" he roared in shock as she dropped the reels of Arachne silk into his lap and leaned down and over his shoulder to see the screen. Full breasts pressed into his back as her arms danced away, the left gently drumming a beat into his shoulder whilst the right reached for the keyboard on the desk.
"A kobold? I'm fairly certain the market is oversaturated with this sort of content." She spoke up as her finger carelessly swiped down upon the enter button. The player buzzed to life as the camera's picture stabilised and zoomed into his target. A wolf type kobold with glossy grey fur and light skin, looking barely over the age of fifteen (which she knew was no real indicator of her age, as the species were reknowned for looking young way into their later years) dropping her tight denim shorts and squatting down to use the toilet. She wrinkled her nose and briefly turned her gaze to the bespectacled man whose eyes never left the screen.
When she returned her gaze to the monitor the girl had noticed him. Her eyes wide and unbelieving, Kasegi's soft, perverted laughter transformed into a stuttering excuse and the feed shut out as the mortified look on her face became murderous and she lunged for him, fangs and claws ready to take blood.
"Are you uninjured?"
"Like you care?"
"I don't. I'm curious. She was about your size which meant, as a kobold, she would have been much stronger and faster than you. How did you get away looking so alive?" She rubbed her chin with widened eyes, genuinely surprised at the development. Then disturbed as that same perverted laugh from the video was repeated for her live. His dark eyes glittering as he licked his lips,
"Tranquilizer darts." He clicked off of the video and onto the next file down. Opening up to the same kobold again in the same bathroom, unconscious and dishevelled as the laughing Kasegi roughly pulled up her shirt and moved to undress himself. The door was quickly slammed open and a burly human woman stood in the frame, the video cut off once more and the sour expression returned to his face, "I got out and I got stuff to sell, but it wasn't what I needed."
Not realising that a good majority of his guests psyche called for her to slit his throat, Kasegi kept talking,
"Kobold's are a dime a dozen on the market. Even peeing videos. But full on porno's of the freaks are non-existent. I could have made fortune off of it, instead of living off of this shitty silk." Kasegi slammed a hand down upon the silk and hurled it onto his desk.
The urge to murder him spiked, her black knife sharp fingers flexed at his words. But she held it in,
"So… you're mad because your balls are a bit blue?" She crooned, leaning closer to the mans ear with a soft smirk, "Did the little man not get enough time to play?"
He flinched violently from her and flew from his chair, tripping over one of her legs as he bounced off her steely abdomen. Her smirk broadened as he lay, breathing heavily on the ground, looking up at her with a fearful look in his eyes,
"By all means, we could play a little game ourselves if you're on the prowl for some release." She tittered behind her hand at his horrified expression as her eyes bore into his, "But I doubt that my kinds of games are anything you're used to…"
"S-Stay away from me!" he screamed as she strode closer,
"Don't worry Kasegi-kun." She trilled with a predatory glean in her blood red eyes as she leaned into him, sticky webbing already being moulded between her fingers, "Rachnera onee-san will take gooood care of you."
The sound proofing of the walls spared the neighbours from hearing his screams.
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[EDIT] Thanks for pointing out the discrepancy Nyx The Author.
I was considering doing the work to start up Harry's backstory, but Rachnera suddenly got a LOT more support. So, the 'big plan' I had for Rachnera's introduction started this chapter.
Look forward to the harems big expansion in the next few chapters.