Sloan had mostly neglected her subcss, if she was being honest with herself. Now that other members of the league were also creature collectors, and a few had even surpassed her level, she was interested. That was because now it was a competition.

  Sloan was a good sport, so she cooperated with her new rivals. She knew, though, that when she put her mind to it, she would be the very best, like no one ever was. To catch them was her real test, to train them was… never mind. She shook her head as soon as she caught on to where that thought was going.

  If Sloan wanted to be selfish, she could have simply installed the breeding ground at her apartment. She didn’t do that, of course. With the help of one of the rune-nerds, she added it to the gym. A new door in the main area now led to a rge sorium, with the same plush, mossy floor as the first floor’s safe room.

  Blossom was an invaluable well of knowledge on the topic of breeding monsters. Before letting out all of her monsters, Sloan started with Blossom and Spoons. While Spoons clung to her arm to cuddle, Sloan and Blossom discussed strategy.

  “Goblins are a great pce to start. Apart from slimes, you won’t find any creature as versatile and low-maintenance as goblins,” Blossom expined. “They can be impregnated by just about any sort of humanoid, and even some non-humanoids.”

  Sloan winced. “I’m sorry, non-humanoids?”

  Blossom crified, “As in, the varieties of pnts, tentacles, and slimes that tend to fuck humanoids. A lot of those things just make goblin-variants, like pnt-goblins, slime-goblins, or whatever. Though some mixes become a whole other species. Goblins and imps, for instance, make moffins. They get some of the best characteristic of each parent, without being so aggressive. Although, any monsters bred outside of the dungeon will be less aggressive, since they’re disconnected from the rebirth cycle.”

  “Right,” Sloan said casually, more interested in the breeding strategy than the lore of dungeon souls. “I’m sorta surprised you’re suggesting goblins to start with and not slimes.”

  “Are you kidding? You don’t need to worry about the slimes. I’m moving in to this breeding ground permanently. In a week, you’ll have more slimes than you can handle.”

  “Oh… cool. Just to be clear, though—there’s a strict rule against eating anyone, even the other monsters.”

  Blossom waved-away the concern. “You said a few of the monsters have dicks right? Cum is better food than meat. Just make sure to keep us stocked up with starches and carbs, cum will do the rest.”

  “Sick,” Sloan said, finding that to be a non-issue. “Now… where should I get started.”

  Still clinging to Sloan, Spoons raised a hand, eagerly. “Oh! Me, please! Spoons is fucking dying to get preggers!”

  Sloan rubbed the back of her neck, concerned. “I don’t know, Spoons. Do you really wanna be in that delicate state for so long?”

  Spoons furrowed her brow. “Fuck you mean? It takes like a week, tops. Plus, goblins don’t get delicate. We fight and wrestle like hell all the way through birth. I was born during a game of Stabby Tops.”

  “Stabby… Tops?” Sloan asked, against her better judgement.

  “Yeah! It’s the best! It’s where a bunch of us get into a big mud-pit and stab each other with shivs to see who tops!”

  “That’s… wow! That’s fucking disturbing,” Sloan said.

  “Sloan, dear,” Blossom began. “I haven’t known you for very long, but I’d like to think I know you fairly well, regardless. Stabby Tops sounds like exactly your kind of sport.”

  Sloan thought about it a moment, and shrugged. “Fair enough,” she conceded. “Enough chitchat. Let’s watch some monsters bang.”

  …

  Aisha had never seen Buffy the Vampire Syer. Jade and Sabrina treated this as a heinous offense that needed to be rectified forthwith. Following along with the couple’s humorously grave treatment of the topic, Aisha agreed to go over to their apartment.

  Sabrina got to her corner of the couch, urgently fiddling with the remote. Aisha sat as well, leaving a space for Jade to sit with her girlfriend. Jade was still on her feet.

  “The first season is borderline unwatchable, so I’ll make us some drinks. What’s your poison, Aisha?” Jade offered.

  “I usually like rum, and anything sweet,” Aisha answered. “Wait—can we even get drunk?”

  “We can when I’m serving,” Jade promised. “Pi?a coda, it is.” Turning to Sabrina, she said, “Bean? Eh, I already know you like bourbon. You’ll be getting a… Kentucky Sugar Baby.”

  “You just made that up on the spot,” Sabrina guessed. “Let me guess. Bourbon, breast milk, and sugar?”

  “For the most part,” Jade admitted. “I’m thinking it needs something else, though. Okay scratch all of that! It’s a Kentucky Macchiato. Caramel at the bottom, then my milk, and top it with bourbon.”

  Sabrina rolled her eyes, cracking a smile. “Sounds like a winner.”

  Jade excitedly fled to the kitchen. Aisha idly pointed out, “I always figured breastmilk tasted pretty gross. Even cow’s milk is kinda nasty on its own.”

  “Presumably breastmilk is gross,” Sabrina agreed. “Jade’s milk isn’t the kind of thing you’d feed a baby, though. Her interface even considers it a sexual fluid. It tastes great, though. It’s more like… I don’t even know. I would say horchata, but that’s not even close. It tastes like the nectar of the gods.”

  Aisha pondered Sabrina’s description, blinking repeatedly. Finally, she called out, “Jade, could I get milk in mine, too?”

  Sabrina chuckled. “If you’re going to be in our party, you might as well get familiar with Jade’s milk. In the dungeon, it’s our primary source of healing.” After a moment’s thought, she added, “—And our primary source of food. Jade brings snacks, but she doesn’t overload her inventory with them.”

  Aisha nodded, tightening the corners of her lips in a look that said “Kudos.” She said, “Wow—milk and snacks. You’ve basically got the cssic housewife.”

  Sabrina nodded, before shrugging and admitting, “Or I’ve just got major mommy-issues. Little column-A, little column-B.”

  Aisha snickered. Changing the subject, she said, “Ya know, you’ll have a second source of healing, now. I give healing massages.”

  “Oh?” Sabrina asked, raising an eyebrow unconsciously.

  “They’re totally touch-free,” Aisha eborated.

  “Oh, really? That’s cool. Sucking Jade’s titties has always been sort of a distractingly-horny way to heal.”

  With a guilty look, Aisha said, “Hold up—just because my massaged don’t involve touching doesn’t mean they aren’t a turn-on.”

  Sabrina snickered, shaking her head. “My mistake.”

  Jade returned with drinks. Sabrina tried hers, and it was delicious. She complimented Jade on it.

  Jade, having overheard the conversation, seemed more interested in that. “Are you just bragging about your massages, or are you offering?”

  Aisha grinned. “Just bragging. Why, do you want one?”

  Jade answered, “Obviously, but first I’d rather see Sabrina get one.”

  Sabrina was taken aback. “What? Why?”

  With an evil smile, Jade answered, “You’re still in your hypersensitive princess-body, duh.”

  Sabrina’s mind was flooded with images of just how embarrassing her expressions might get in that type of situation. She wanted to object, but then Jade sweetened the pot by adding, “Plus I still somehow haven’t taken that big hentai-dick out for a test-drive. This could make for some good forepy.”

  “I could use a massage,” Sabrina said, unconvincingly pretending to be casual.

  As the show started, Aisha telekinetically massaged Sabrina, staring with her hands. “Full disclosure,” Aisha began to confess. “My telekinesis is like an extension of my body. I feel what I’m touching with it, and with extreme detail. If you don’t want me to know what it feels like to touch your body, just let me know and I’ll stop.”

  Already, the hand-massage felt unbelievably good. She’d had manicures and massages, but nothing got close to this. A noncorporeal force was penetrating through her flesh, gently applying pressure to each muscle at the perfect angle, in the perfect motion to soothe and rex her. “It’s okay. We’re way past the point of being squeamish about our bodies. Any time I breathe, I know what every pussy in the room tastes like.”

  Aisha gave a look of shock and disgust. “You do?!”

  Sabrina’s eyes went wide. “Don’t you?! I thought we all—”

  Aisha cracked up. “Just fucking with you.”

  Sabrina let out a breath, relieved. “Stop doing that!”

  Aisha moved on with the massage. All at once, the telekinetic force massaged Sabrina’s arms, feet, legs, and back. Sabrina melted into total rexation.

  “The next phase will be your whole body. I just want to warn you about it ahead of time,” Aisha said, softly.

  “M’kay,” Sabrina mumbled, too rexed to speak properly.

  “There’s also some mild telepathy involved. I’ll probe into your mind. Don’t worry at all. I’ll just feel-out the vibe a little and nudge you in the direction of total rexation. I won’t be reading your thoughts, or anything unsavory.”

  Sabrina found this odd, but if she would be diving with Aisha, she’d need to learn to trust her. She agreed. The massage soon encapsuted her entire body. This included absolutely sublime stimution of certain regions that brought her to the brink of orgasm in less than a second. The stimution rexed, letting Sabrina drag-out and savor her pleasure.

  It was at that point that Sabrina became aware of a friendly presence, joining her right at the surface of her mind. It didn’t feel as invasive as she’d feared. Aisha’s mind was simply a kind visitor, stopping by to keep her company. Aisha probed, just a little bit deeper, before recoiling.

  Sabrina opened her eyes, finding her new friend stricken with shock, fear, and disgust. It was just about the worst thing that could have happened. There was nothing Sabrina feared more than the idea that if someone truly saw and understood her, they would be driven-driven away. Except, when Aisha finally gathered-herself enough to speak, she said something that frightened Sabrina far more than her first assessment of the situation.

  “Th—there’s… another person in there!”

  A chill ran over Sabrina, covering her with goosebumps. Pleading with herself that there was a reasonable expnation, she quietly guessed, “That’s just one of my other forms.”

  Fearfully, with slight motions, Aisha shook her head to assert that this was positively not the case. “It’s another person—some kind of stowaway. He’s hiding away inside of you.”

  “He?” Sabrina asked, feeling nauseated, and vioted. “Who… is he?”

  “She’s just reacting to how fucked-up you are,” Sabrina thought.

  Jade jumped. “Who the fuck was that?!” she cried. “I heard that!”

  “That’s just,” Sabrina began, before trailing off as she came to a horrifying realization. “—The voice in my head,” she finished, disgusted with herself for making excuses for a mind-parasite.

  Telepathically, Jade demanded, “Who the fuck are you?!”

  “I’m Sabrina,” the voice lied. It had the same deep distortion that it had when it pretended to be Jade, gaslighting Sabrina into thinking she was insane.

  “No, you’re not!” Jade accused. “Wait! I know you! You’re that whiny bitch-boy, Doug!”

  Sabrina’s heart sank, and she became breathless. The voice of Dougs Bckwall began cackling in her head. Inside of her head, music began pying over the sound of Dougs’ ugh.

  >Dougs Bckwall is pying: Every Breath You Take — The Police

  >“Every breath you take/ And every move you make/ Every bond you break, every step you take/ I’ll be watchin’ you.”