Roger wrapped a white towel around his waist, standing half-naked outside the archway to the Cerberus's bath chamber. He didn't want his bulletproof vest and his pants to get drenched up in the water. He wasn't sure if the girls had other clothing he could wear. But a lot of running and hiding for the sake of survival encouraged him to take a bath too, even if it was with the three-headed beast women.

"Sweetie! We are ready!" Cilla called.

Roger took a deep breath and stepped into the chamber. Warm steam greeted him as he approached the square pool in the center of the chamber, surrounded by doric columns beneath a hanging golden pan with flames on it. The entire chamber lit in flickering orange light over the clean steaming water, releasing a minty sea salt scent that soothed Roger's senses like he was walking onto a quiet beach. His sweat glazed down his tanned muscles by the time the steam drenched through his skin. It felt like a volcano was below the water.

“Over here, sweetie! We won’t bite you.” Cilla shouted.

“I might,” Katina giggled.

Roger followed their voices through the mist toward the back of the pool. The girls’ shared body relaxed in the water, leaning their back against the marble. Their large breasts hung over their board chest, but their brown fur covered their nipples. Surely, it looked like they had no teats.

Labda and Cilla's hairs hung down across their shoulders and back. They took out their hair ties to let their red hairs free for the bath. Of course, Katina didn't need to untie her hair to wash it. It was a mohawk, after all.

As Roger came closer, Katina held up a sponge toward him, smiling with her fangs exposed. “Use this."

Roger took the sponge. "Where is the soap?"

Cilla pointed her claw at the water. "This spring water is full of sea salt and olive oil. Good for skin and fur."

"How is it warm? Do you have a heater beneath the pool?"

"Magic is the source," Labda answered. "It keeps the water warm whenever we step into it." She hummed as if she was sucking on something delicious. "It feels just like our old baths in Greece….."

"It is nice." Roger kneeled and dipped the sponge into the water. "Where do you want me to scrub you?"

The girls brushed their hair off their back and leaned forward.

"Our back is fine," said Cilla. "No tickling. Hehehe!"

"Or I will bite off your head!" Katina warned.

Labda snarled at Katina's face. "Now that is rude to say, Katina!"

"I don't him to tickle us, or touch us in the wrong-"

"He can wash wherever we ask him to. Is that agreeable?"

Katina bit her lip before she nodded. "No tickling!"

"No problem." Roger kneeled behind the Cerberus and scrubbed their back up and down. "Is that good?"

"Oooooooooooo-yes," Cilla moaned. "Good spot."

Their tail wagged next to him, but he kept their eyes on their back. He admired how many muscles were in their back. Very smooth and sculped, like a rock.

Hmmmmmmmm. Roger admitted he had a thing for muscular women. Maybe because it was his dad's fault. When he was a young boy in middle, he wanted to work out his skinny body so the bullies would stop picking on him. His dad brought him a few fitness magazines, written to help him learn the proper excuses to develop his strength. But what his dad didn't realize was the magazines also featured photos of bodybuilding women in bikinis. And that surprised Roger at the peak of his puberty.

He never knew women could grow enormous muscles on their bodies like men. Weird, but that was the first time he noticed it during his young age. Since he read the magazines, he wanted to date a macho woman of his dreams. Too bad he never met a girl with a fine, solid body in his high school. He did date a few, but their relationships never lasted long. At the police station, none of the strong female officers grew attracted to him because of their busy schedules. His dating life was disappointing….. Until he met Katina, Cilla, and Labda.

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Their humanoid body was a perfect V-shape to his taste with thick layers of burliness. Although their body was furry, at least they weren't hairy women. The good type of fur; smooth like a greyhound. He so wanted to touch them, but Katina might bite his hands off.

"Could you scrub this next?" Cilla lifted her right leg and laid across the edge. Her barefoot rose, wiggling her toes.

Roger crawled toward her foot, impressed by how big it was. About seventeen inches bigger than his normal feet. Sharp claws and rough paw pads on their toes and heels. People could mistake the Cerberus for Bigfoot if the girls left their tracks in the woods.

As he scrubbed the roughness of their sole, Cilla moaned like she was getting an incredible foot massage. "Ugggh, now that feels better….."

"Mmmmmmmh, you aren't wrong," Labda stated as her back shuddered.

Katina snarled while moaning as if she was trying to ignore her exotic urge. "Yeah………. Just don't tickle!"

Roger smirked, rubbing the sponge across the leg. "Do you know Acrisius?"

"A little….. He was a king who defied the gods," Labda explained. "Greedy, corrupted, and very hungry for power."

"The dumbass thought he could rise against Greece, including the Gods," Katina added. "Typical power-hungry man."

"To teach him a lesson, the gods sent him a prophecy. If he doesn't change his ways, his firstborn grandson will kill him. Acrisius feared the prophecy, but it didn't change his ways."

"He locked up his daughter, Danae, in a tower so nobody could touch her." Cilla frowned. "Poor woman."

"Zeus noticed her loneliness and sneaked into her chamber," Labda continued. "They made love together, leading to Danae’s impregnation of Perseus. When Acrisius discovered her affair, he locked her and her son into a chest and tossed them into the sea. He thought he removed them for good. But years later, Perseus returned, fully grown after he slew Medusa and saved Andromeda from the Cetus. He challenged Acrisius to a discus game in order to free his people from his grandfather’s tyranny. Acrisius accepted Perseus's challenge, still believing he could change his fate."

"And-damn! The kid kicked his ass!" Katina giggled and brought her other foot out on the left side. "Scrub this one now."

Roger held up the girls’ other foot and scrubbed their heels. "So, did he kill Acrisius?"

Labda shook her head. "Perseus didn’t kill him."

Roger pursed his lips. "That doesn't sound right."

"Maybe the tales you heard didn't sound right either," said Katina. "We heard the real version."

Roger rubbed her ankle and beneath her leg. "So what exactly happened?"

Cilla moaned, enjoying Roger scrubbing her leg. "Perseus ordered his grandfather to leave his kingdom, or else the gods will punish him. As a good honorable hero, he thought it was the right thing to do.”

“And you would think Acrisius changed his ways? Wrong!” Katina shouted. “He left, but he still wanted to kill his grandson.”

She slid her leg back into the water and stretched her left arm toward Roger, flexing her muscles. “Clean this.”

Roger dipped the sponge and rubbed her biceps. “What did he do next?”

“Acrisius left his kingdom, Argos, wandering through the barren lands,” Labda explained. “He got drunk, weak, and very desperate to get his throne back from his grandson. Then he discovered a cave, containing the corpse of a Titan. Believing it would give him strength, he ate its raw flesh.”

“Gross!” Cilla struck out her tongue.

“The Titan’s flesh turned him into a monster. Half-titan, half-man. Not as big as a giant, but strong enough to match the power of a God. In his new demonic form, he siege Argos to kill his grandson. He can turn drops of his blood into creatures to help him fight against Perseus’s army. He almost conquered Argos, but he was still no match against Perseus. His grandson bested him again, this time sending his grandfather to the Underworld where he would never harm more people.”

“Except monsters,” Katina added with a chuckle.

Roger scrubbed their lower back. “How could he defeat Hades to take his throne?”

Katina raised both arms, allowing Roger to scrub her armpits. "Who cares! I am ready to chew his ass off! Heeheehee!”

"I think we should relax first," Labda suggested. "You can stop now, Roger. We can wash ourselves."

"But you can relax next to me!" Cilla exclaimed with a giggle.

Roger smiled and removed his towel.

Katina's eyes widened. "Wow! Your member is huge!"

Roger covered his crotch, blushing. "Sorry, I-"

Labda laughed. "Don't feel ashamed. We have seen a phallus before."

"Small ones on statues," said Katina.

Roger shrugged and sat next to Cilla into the pool. The water warmed him up fast, and he sighed to enjoy the tranquility.

Suddenly, Cilla's arm wrapped around Roger and she held him close to her. So close, his head touched her side breast.

"Cilla, are you holding him?" Katina shouted.

"No!"

"Yes, you are! I can feel him on my boob!"

"Our boobs," Labda corrected, blushing. "But please leave him be, Cilla."

Cilla held Roger tighter. "Why? I enjoy feeling him against our body. Heeheehee."

Roger squeezed out from under Cilla's arm so he wouldn't suffocate. "I'll just sit here. It's fine."

Cilla rubbed his back with a smirk. "Ok!"

Roger continued to relax with his eyes closed. Hopefully, the girls will give him good equipment to fight in the Underworld.