The next morning, the mice got up early at Alfonzo's request, despite the exhaustion that came with having to get up at the crack of dawn when one is not used to it, at least they'd be traveling in the billionaire's private jet. Which was exceptionally nice and fancy on the inside, from cushy leather seats, to the red carpeting and the wide side tables next to the seats as they formed zig-zag patterns all facing the aisle. There was even a couch for goodness sake.
In any case, because of the early hour, Minnie slept, though Mickey wasn't as comfortable sleeping with a guy he didn't know all that well sitting a mere foot from him, even if Poindexter was also there, his old friend just wasn't enough reassurance, not to mention all four of Alfonzo's bodyguards were also there, dog men that were so buff that they looked more like gorillas in their black suits and ties. As soon as it was evident and guaranteed that Minnie was asleep, it gave the gentlemen a chance to talk.
"My apologies for the suddenness of all this." Alfonzo began uneasily.
"Aw, don't worry too much about it, I expected as much, but it is going on the tab, an' besides, it's her ya should be apologizing ta, she was more livid than I was about this." Mickey replied with a smirk. Not just at the fact that Minnie was upset with the billionaire but also for the fact that Minnie was sleeping against Mickey himself in front of Alfonzo, who had quite noticeably squirmed at her choice of sleeping position. That gave the male mouse a boost of pride and confidence more than anything.
"Right, well, old friend, as it turns out we have made a slight change of plans since we know you're going to charge for each inconvenience, we decided to actually use that to our advantage. We want just a couple more things besides the ingredient needed to complete Miss Mouse's order." Poindexter continued. "Unfortunately the ingredients we need, the ingredient for Miss Mouse included, are a bit controversial not to mention surprisingly difficult to get. For her order we need Alraune nectar." Mickey's jaw dropped but he said nothing because he knew there was more, and so Poindexter continued still. "For the other things, we need some fluff of a Barometz, and as much as you can carry for a large bucket of Prisoner fruit."
Mickey felt as if he were hit by a truck or better yet, a ton of bricks, no worse, even though he was on a plane he might as well have been hit by it. No wonder Alfonzo was antsy. Mickey knew what all of those were and Poindexter knew that he knew…because it was one of those dirty things boys look up when they're young. High school especially brought out the not very gentlemanly behavior since it was an age when hormones are raging the most.
All of the ingredients needed were or from flora, but two of them were more sentient than the common house plant. The Alraune and the Barometz were actually female sentient plants that lured men in with their scent, once they caught a man of their fancy, copulation was ongoing and practically eternal. Prisoner fruit was just as bad, though probably the most nutritious thing on the whole damn planet, when eaten it increases beauty, pheromones, stamina, and in the long run…sex drive. The worst part is that Prisoner fruit is addicting, so keep scarfing them down and all of the aforementioned attributes amplify and helps the user get a mate for mating season faster than radioactive jackrabbits on Valentine's Day.
"I hope this won't impede your ability to work, Mister Mouse." Alfonzo inquired with a small understanding smile.
"Oh, I'll still do it alright. Just know that personally I think yer insane fer working with these kinds of materials." Mickey replied honestly.
"Duly noted." Both Alfonzo and Poindexter quipped in unison.
"So, how do you intend on telling her?" Alfonzo then asked, nodding his head at Minnie.
"Good gosh, I have no idea. There's no way I can tell her with a straight face." Mickey said dreading the thought of telling Minnie about the ingredients and where a few of them come from, pinching the bridge of his nose and muzzle. Then he looked to his high school buddy with slight hope. "Please tell me that ya've got somethin', a pamphlet, a booklet, anything so that I don't verbally have to tell her."
Poindexter smirked and reached into his lab coat for just such a thing, having known Mickey was likely to ask for it since it was such a…unique subject.
"Here, I have more where that came from." The blonde chimpanzee said as he gave the small booklet to Mickey. "She's not going to kill you when she finds out, will she?"
"She might." Mickey quipped before adding, "Just keep in mind that she's the type who will drag my tush back ta the States if she doesn't like any of it. But I will sneak out in the middle of the night ta get this job done if I hafta."
"Interesting to know." Alfonzo replied in fascination. "By the by, and I hope you don't mind me asking, but how did you meet Minnie darling."
Mickey's ear twitched in slight intrigue that Alfonzo was just as prone to using her pet name even when not exactly in her conscious presence. Other than that he actually hesitated before answering because that was the million dollar question that he needed to think about. "Haaa…see the thing about that is, we've known each other fer so long that neither of us remember it the same way. I remember it one way an' Minnie remembers it another, her way is better by the way so yer better off askin' her about it. She did tell me how she met you though, and I bet she never told you that she wasn't always that good at baking." The last part he added as he got a sneaky idea of a wonderful story to tell.
"Sounds like you have a story behind that fact." Poindexter noted.
"Indeed I do." Mickey gave a very mischievous grin.
"Please do tell." Alfonzo prodded politely with a raised brow to show his utmost interest.
"Just promise not to tell her that I told you this story." They both nodded so Mickey continued. "Well, a really long time ago back before screens for windows on a summer day were invented, Minnie made this batch of really terrible biscuits, they were as solid as rocks they were so inedible. Now it was around lunchtime and of course we had the window open when all of a sudden from down the street we hear a call for help from a little old lady whose purse just got stolen, followed by the padding of the thief's footsteps heading down our way. So I thought quickly and grabbed my biscuit offa my plate and chucked it out the window an' all anyone heard next was a very loud thunk of something with the density of a baseball hitting a fella and the body of that same fella falling flat on the pavement like a ton of bricks."
"Let me guess, you actually managed to hit that thief with the biscuit." Poindexter inquired with a knowing grin but still in half belief but knew Mickey's luck well enough to know it was all true. Truthfully he was already chuckling inside.
"Darn right I did, and that's not all. The poor sap was out cold, and when a patrol officer finally showed up to handcuff the guy and officially give back the old lady's purse, he told us that he had to put the biscuit in a baggy for evidence since no one down at the station was gonna believe him otherwise. Poor Minnie was so humiliated though she had no choice but to allow it, she didn't talk ta me again fer about two weeks after that." Mickey finished proudly.
"Yet you're still mighty proud of the achievement after that aren't you?" Poindexter knowingly guessed again.
"Darn tootin' I am." Mickey replied proudly, and his grin grew even wider at the sight of Alfonzo trying to hold back his laughter so much that he was leaning on his closest bodyguard for support. Then a low voice came from right next to Mickey and everyone just froze.
"You had best not have told them the biscuit story, Mickey."
Mickey gulped before he dared to say anything. "Go on back ta sleep, Min. It's gonna be a long flight, roughly, what ten hours?" He looked between his old friend and temporary employer for confirmation. The two nodded but Alfonzo continued.
"Ten hours it is, and we insist you continue resting, Minnie darling, and even if he did tell us that story, it doesn't make me think any less of you my dear." He tried to reassure suavely.
Well, there went any miniscule hope Mickey had for trusting Alfonzo any. A back handed toss under the bus is what that just was. Especially since now Mickey's ear was being yanked on by his beloved, gently enough that it didn't really hurt so much as the fact that he was yanked down to her level which was an awkward position as it was. "We'll be talking about this later." Minnie hissed into his ear. She let go of him only after he whispered back a "Yes, dear." He had to roll his neck on the other shoulder that her head wasn't still resting on after that, just to get the kink out of his neck.
"Thank you for trying to reassure me Alfonzo, but a low blow like that deserves pay back." Minnie quipped gratingly, giving up on sleep for now but not really moving from leaning against Mickey's side except sitting up a little. "Mickey starches his ears every morning to keep them nice and round."
"I stopped doin' that ages ago." Mickey interjected with a roll of his eyes. He wasn't in show business anymore since they had to close down the House of Mouse, so he no longer had any need to keep up appearances with his ears being perfectly round.
"I did always wonder why you smelled starchy all those years ago." Poindexter couldn't help but comment with a teasing grin, fully enjoying the blush that came across Mickey's face.
"Hmm…methinks you'll have to try a much deeper darker secret than that to embarrass him at this point Minnie darling." Alfonzo chuckled.
"I would, but unfortunately he doesn't have much of anything else besides that, at the top of my head anyway." Minnie replied with a sigh.
"I've got one." Poindexter offered.
"Don't. You. Dare." Mickey warned with a hiss through his teeth.
"During a game of Crypts and Creepers he got a really bad roll on a spell he was trying to cast and turned into a sheep, I tried to help him turn back to normal, but I also got a bad roll and got absorbed by him so we became a two headed sheep. Eventually we consecutively got better rolls to fix ourselves and our dungeon master decided to make our two headed sheep body a flaming sheep wagon while we reverted back to normal." Poindexter finished, noticing Mickey's intense sigh of relief. "What story did you think I was going to go with?"
"I dunno, maybe one of our encounters with that she-devil of a class representative." Mickey replied with more relief in his voice.
"Oh, heavens no, those time were traumatic for all of us, Anabelle Gato was truly a terror in heels. I hear she became a jewel thief after we graduated, even gave herself a stage name, I think it was after a playing card…Ace of Spades I think." Poindexter retorted gently. At the mention of the familiar name both mice jumped.
"WHAT?!" The mice gasped in unison, then they looked at each other and asked in unison again. "What are the odds?"
"Wait…Gato… that means…" Mickey mused aloud at the bit of information and slowly looked to Alfonzo for some sort of conformation.
"Yes, unfortunately she's my slightly older twin sister, but at least she was nice enough to cut away any ties that could link her to me because of her little stage name." Alfonzo sighed in exasperation, it was obvious it was something he didn't want to admit. "She preferred going to public school even though we were rich enough to be home schooled with the finest education. I always thought she was strange for that."
Mickey didn't know what to think anymore, so many memories from what she was like in high school surfaced after so long of being forgotten and nearly wiped from his mind, in comparison to as he knew her now…it was a stark difference…people can change given enough time. Still, it was a lot to take in so to avoid thinking too deeply on it he changed the subject.
"Well, as bizarre as all that is ta find out, I've still got it beat with one more embarrassing story of my own, and it's so embarrassing that I can't believe I'm going to admit it…. Before I met Minnie, I almost married a girl after knowing her fer only a month." There was only one small lie in that admittance, there was never a woman in his life before Minnie. Minnie herself caught the lie, as she already knew the real story, but thankfully she was understanding about it as she was now since she understood why Mickey wasn't telling the others the truth…it was none of their business really.
"Oh my giddy Aunt Mabel….you didn't…" Poindexter gawked at him in slight disbelief.
"Well, I didn't marry her obviously. There ain't no ring on this finger…yet." Mickey replied with a smirk. Minnie's ear twitched at the nearly belated 'yet' but it went unnoticed. Though she did notice that he subtly interlaced his hand in hers and rubbed the back of her hand affectionately with his thumb, and since it was her left hand, that doubled her inklings and suspicion.
"Do I dare ask what made you change your mind on nearly marrying her?" Alfonzo queried, still in disbelief himself.
"One, in case it wasn't already obvious, I was young and stupid fer nearly jumping the gun in the first place. Two, she and I did not get her father's blessing which was for a pretty good reason, since – three, she had this one little issue that she didn't tell me about until last minute and it was a deal breaker, and that's where I'm gonna leave it at." Mickey answered confidently.
Both Alfonzo and Poindexter exchanged looks of understanding and satisfaction as well as grunts of agreement that it was a good choice on Mickey's part. The bodyguards however, cringed amongst each other and only Mickey could guess why.
"It was a mutual agreement not ta get married!" Mickey scoffed at them.
"How much taller was she than you?" Poindexter asked knowingly with a smirk.
"Not too much taller, maybe about a head or two. My eyes reached her neck at the very least. And before either of ya ask, she was blonde." Mickey replied with a sigh and a roll of his eyes.
The cringe became audible and it wasn't just from the bodyguards, and even Minnie made a slight noise that was a mixture between a scoff and whatever noise the other gentlemen were making to sound like an audible cringe.
It took several moments but the subject was eventually changed and they all got to talking again, and occasionally napping as they idly passed the time.
Ten hours later, they finally landed and to the mice it appeared to be on a private airstrip, making the both of them somewhat suspicious. Not that it wasn't already considering the fact that Alfonzo had to get ingredients from the depths of the God forsaken Amazon.
After getting off the plane, they had to take a ferry boat down the Amazon River itself from the mouth of the river, all the way to around Manaus and then traveled a little ways in the jungle in between the Purus and Madeira Rivers. Finally, after the extra four hours of that travel, they reached base camp and despite Poindexter's admittance of the camp being a team of men, it was actually populated by men and women however, the men outnumbered the women but it was hard to tell otherwise.
In any case, the mice were promptly shown to their tents which were, surprisingly, really far apart from each other, and this base camp was huge. Minnie's tent was practically next door to Alfonzo's in the center of the camp, and Mickey's tent was near where they came in from as well as the outskirts and appeared to have been a storage tent, making it painfully obvious which mouse Alfonzo preferred, especially since Minnie's tent had extra furniture in hers, like a vanity mirror and a changing screen.
The distance between the tents was so obnoxiously far apart that Minnie just wasn't comfortable with it, that and being so close to Alfonzo really. She was so uncomfortable about it that she pulled Mickey aside and whispered insistently to bunk with him, while taking the changing screen too of course.
Mickey opened his mouth to agree automatically, but stopped himself in remembering that he finally had to face the music and give her the pamphlet with all the things they'd be hunting down and things to avoid as well, since he got to read the whole darn thing himself in the intervals when Minnie and everyone else except the bodyguards (that he could tell) were asleep. It was just a refresher for him, but he knew Minnie wasn't going to be happy about it, and would probably take back her little request about bunking with him as soon as she soaked in the knowledge in the pamphlet.
"Again, ya don't hafta come with me if ya don't wanna." He told her after telling her what they were after while she sifted through the pamphlet. He turned to leave it at that so he wouldn't have to see her facial expressions, with the best excuse to get the geography layout from Alfonzo and Poindexter, but Minnie grabbed his arm before he could go anywhere.
"How much money did you request from Alfonzo?" She asked with a straight face that made Mickey quirk a brow since he didn't hear any sort of growing anger in the way she asked.
"A lot." He answered simply but quickly continued to elaborate before she could possibly chastise him for skimping on the bill in the long run. "But the fact that he even wants such scandalous things made me up the price. I haven't done the math on the current total yet but those things he wants is 5,000 a piece ta me, and a range of 500 and up depending on what other stuff we might run into." And a ton of other fees for the suddenness of the flight, the length of the flight etc. Scrooge McDuck would've been proud.
"Good, that sounds fair enough." Minnie replied coolly, though not inclined to release his arm just yet. "Is there anything to counter act the effects the Alarune and the Barometz seem to have?" She asked in the skepticism he had long since been expecting.
"G-gas masks, th-their scent is the m-main problem, they can s-seduce anybody with that alone." He stuttered, and he honestly could not believe that he was really having this conversation with her, he felt like dying from embarrassment would be a sweet release, but he continued to elaborate for her since she really needed to know what they were dealing with. "The Prisoner Fruit is also not ta be underestimated since it can be made into food and drinks, so around here don't eat or drink anything pink, even if they say its strawberry, they're probably lying."
"Alrighty then... Now is there anything besides gasmasks that can prevent the effects of the Alarune and Barometz?" Minnie asked in emphasis with a slight grating in her voice, finally showing a sign of irritation. She mostly asked to test him a little, since she did not like what she was reading in this pamphlet.
A muscle in Mickey's cheek awfully close to his eye twitched before he could answer reluctantly though as plainly as possible. "Yes, but hopefully it won't have ta come ta that, and it ain't something I'd ever ask of ya anyway." He knew she was testing him, everything that needed to be known was in that pamphlet. Absolutely everything, even the fact that both sentient plant girls, though habitually capable of luring men, were extremely loyal once they caught one. Also, the ones who hadn't caught one yet were extremely understanding and don't take another's man, however the proof of the claimed territory of a man is sexual since everything is deduced by scent, hence Mickey's reply. He was still surprised when she pecked his lips because of his reply though.
"Hm-mm, thanks sweetie, you're so sweet and considerate," she cooed affectionately with a small laugh as she hugged him, pecking his cheek as he froze in confusion. "But dropping this little bomb of questionable information is not going to stop me from bunking with you, Mickey Mouse."
That brought him out of his stupor.
"B-b-but wouldn't it be easier if I bunked with you? Ya've already got all yer furniture an' yer probably closer ta the direction we hafta go anyway, an' all I'll need ta bring inta yer tent is my cot since there really isn't any furniture in my tent besides that an' a buncha boxes." He argued lightly and reasonably. He saw the gears turn in her head as she contemplated his reasoning and she sighed as she agreed.
"You're right, that would be easier. I just don't want Alfonzo eavesdropping on us is all."
"Or walking in on us even?" Mickey couldn't help but ask cheekily, having a sneaking suspicion that was what she really meant.
"That too." She admitted with a blush, squeezing him tighter in affection.
"Mickey? Minnie? Is that really you? What in the world would possess you to come all the way down here?" Came an all too familiar voice of an older man of science. The mice pulled away from each other and turned and were delighted to see a familiar face to the both of them.
"No way…" Mickey muttered under his breath then raised his voice to a more audible level for the sake of conversation. "Doc Static? Minnie and I are here ta go on…the next expedition I guess, fer some questionable ingredients. What about you?" He had answered the good doctor first before asking a similar question since he didn't want to get into an 'I asked you first' run around.
"Oh dear, you're going in next? Here, take these, you'll need them if you're going anywhere near the Alarune and Barometz patches." Doctor Cosmo Static queried, and procured a couple of specialized looking gas masks. Not noticing the 'I told you so' smirk Mickey gave Minnie, and the roll of her eyes she gave Mickey in response. "I'm here because I needed some funding on my upcoming projects and this was the highest paying job I could find, it's easy enough even if the conditions are borderline atrocious for obvious reasons."
"We're here for the money too, well Mickey is actually, I'm just here to keep him out of trouble, and that's besides the fact that this is all my fault for trying to be a business partner to a billionaire." Minnie added for the sake of it, sounding irritated as she mentioned Alfonzo as indirectly as possible.
"It was you he's been fancying lately?! Oh dear…If I had known, I wouldn't have…" Doc stopped himself and frantically looked around to see if anyone was listening in on them, while he saw no one, he didn't dare chance it and kept himself as vague but straight forward as possible. "Just don't go anywhere near him alone, Minnie. Please, he may be my employer, but I don't necessarily trust him." He warned frantically in as loud of a whisper as he dared, thankful for his friends being mice and having really good hearing with those big ears of theirs.
"Thank you for the warning, Doc, but I already have no intention of ever being alone with Alfonzo." She replied demurely, but unable to help the smirk spreading across her face and into a sly grin as she looped her arm around Mickey's and gave it a loving squeeze.
Mickey gave a mock scoff that was more of a one note chuckle and bounced his head around in a shrug of a nod as he figured out a role of his that she had tasked him with hadn't ended yet.
"So I'm still playing bodyguard, huh?"
"That's right, handsome." Minnie answered easily with a bat of her eyelashes.
"Eh, fair enough. Ya don't want him ta get the chance to propose ta ya and I'm as good a chance of it never happening." Mickey quipped with a shrug. "Hey, Doc, whaddaya think about Bartholomew Poindexter?"
"Mr. Poindexter? Well, he's a brilliant scientist, but I don't trust him entirely either." Doc Static replied.
"Good. Don't. He's a buddy of mine from high school, to the point where we made up our own codes of how we say things and he alluded to me to not fully trust him either." Mickey said with, oddly enough, enthusiasm, so he elaborated. "He doesn't like working fer Alfonzo either, but he said the pay is pretty good, so I can't really blame him since I'm in the same boat."
"Is that so? Well, thank you kindly for that information, I'll be sure to keep it in mind. I'll let you go get settled-! Oh good heavens I nearly forgot! Minnie, may I have a word with you? It's important and a bit embarrassing to ask but it needs to be brought up if you're really set on going out there and anywhere near those darned plants." Doc Static asked in a slight panic as he remembered whatever it was that he needed to discuss with Minnie.
Minnie herself was slightly taken aback and looked at Mickey in slight concern, but he shrugged and gently untangled himself from her arm and pointed out that he'd just be a few feet away to wait for her.
While Mickey waited, he couldn't help much of his curiosity, so while he had most of his back to Minnie and Doc Static, he kept turned his head enough to keep them in his peripheral. He half watched as Doc whispered something fervently to Minnie, and Minnie became beet red instantly and whispered something back, and though Mickey couldn't make out what was being said, she sounded unsure about whatever it was. Then she slowly turned her head, probably to look towards him as a glance, but Mickey wasn't sure because something else had caught his attention…and it made his blood turn cold.
But not cold enough that he stayed frozen in shock, as he quickly ducked behind the nearest tent and hoped to high heavens that he wasn't seen by her, Lotus Blossom, Queen of the River Pirates…formally anyway, she was a no good thief and after his very first encounter with her in the country of Bhummah, she seemed to mostly work her thieving wiles on land, especially after his second encounter with her when she stole an amulet Professor Dustibones uncovered and a crazy cult kidnapped her and took her to be an ancient mummified king's bride in Porto Gordo. At the moment, Mickey couldn't help but reel in his thoughts at just what in Sam Hill she was doing all the way out here?! There wasn't much of anything of value…except everything should it just happen to show up in the black market, and he wouldn't doubt that that was where all of her successful stolen goods went and got cashed into. To be perfectly honest, she could be after anything…and Mickey oddly found himself completely okay with that. He'd warn Doc Static about keeping his work station and inventions and anything else that he was working on well looked after to make sure nothing was stolen, but as long as Lotus Blossom didn't know he was here nor was after what he and Minnie were after, and didn't steal the money he'd probably be paid with up front after the fact, then he could honestly care less about what she was doing here.
"Mickey are you alright? You looked quite pale a moment ago…" Minnie asked cautiously as she finally approached him. Her conversation with Doc Static had ended on an awkward note, the kind of 'she'd cross that bridge when she got there' sort of deal. Right now, she was more concerned by whatever made Mickey go pale though whatever he thought of next brought some color back to him.
"Yeah, I'm fine Min. But we've got a problem…Lotus Blossom is here," Mickey started telling her.
"Oh no, not her." Minnie couldn't help but growl. She had seen that floozy all over Mickey twice, and one of those times Lotus Blossom kissed him right in front of her!
"I don't think she saw me, she would've conveniently sauntered over here by now if she had but we've gotta be extra careful now. I don't want any part of her right now, I just wanna get this job done and go home with you….If that sounded wrong, I'm sorry, but I'm a bit frazzled." Mickey finished.
"It's alright Mickey, let's just maneuver our way to my tent and drop our stuff off and somehow get to your original tent so we can get the cot and move it into my tent." Minnie told him as she kept an eye out for the femme fatal. They warned Doc Static about the Queen of the river pirates and then skedaddled, not knowing that their entire conversation, even Minnie and Doc Static's whispered bits, were listened in on.
"I have bad news for you, she's not going to let you get near her alone if you want to propose still." Poindexter informed his employer, who was sitting casually in his big leather chair seemingly trying to beat the humidity and jet lag as he had his feet upon his own desk with an arm over his eyes.
"That's not very surprising and hasn't been since you informed me on her coming with him for this expedition. We've had to change all sorts of plans around already because of this. Even if I propose to her now, I know she's going to say no, so we're going to have to go with Plan C." Alfonzo admitted sadly.
"Are you absolutely sure about that?" Poindexter asked cautiously, eyeing him fiercely as he watched Alfonzo nod solemnly.
"It may have only been a few months so far, but I already know I can't live without her. It's bad enough that the scent for mice just became high in demand, so we'll have to get a few samples of her DNA then… Is Mr. Wildebeest still tracking down that thing out there?" Alfonzo asked just to change the dreadful subject.
"Unfortunately we haven't heard much word from him since the other day. But I have every confidence in him so the best I can tell you is that no news is good news." Poindexter replied.
"Let's hope for the best then, I don't want anything to happen to her while they're out there. And make sure Mr. Mouse gets paid no matter what the outcome is, alright?" Alfonzo requested without a hint of malice in his tone, because if anything he just simply sounded tired.
"As you wish, sir." Poindexter said in an equal tone. "Are you not planning on doing anything about her cycle?"
"Good heavens I forgot about that…" Alfonzo muttered audibly loud enough for Poindexter to pick up as he finally removed his arm from his eyes, and took his feet off of his desk as he sat up straight. Alfonzo mentally debated about the subject and decided to give up on it too. "It's too late for me to do anything about it, and I want nothing more than her happiness at this point. So yes, I'm not going to do anything about that."
"Very well then." Poindexter quipped in understanding. His loyalty to Mickey was substantial, but he was oddly surprised by Alfonzo's loyalty to his own word and to Ms. Mouse. He also informed Alfonzo about the Queen of the River Pirates being amongst the camp, and Alfonzo sent out the security team to take care of it.
If there was one thing everyone involved knew for certain, it was the fact that this was going to be one interesting week.
A.N.: Ah yes, now were getting into the Monster Girl Encyclopedia by Kenkou Cross aspect of it. Hence why my rating is Mature, but only here, because over on AO3 I'll eventually have the MA rating while this version here will be heavily edited to stay safe in the M rating.