“What the hell are you whimpering for” Tit-zilla (did I really think that. I hope the hell not. I want to live dammit) questioned as she looked at me like a dog that should just kill itself. She’s definitely isn’t a cute and fluffy person. Must find the reason later. My sanity demands it!
“I just heard a voice in my heard. I guess I have finally gone crazy like I always believed I would” I said while trying my damn best to not to giggle like a loon of his meds.
Getting looks from all the girls, I can only assume they are basing everything on the male genome. Which is totally unfair! Since most of the problems are caused by women are their stupid 5 track minds!
“So where are we going and what are those keys for” Dayna asks trying to move things along.
Shrugging, I tell them about one of the keys that I know for a fact is for a ship. While the other 2 I got are a complete unknown to me. But if I had to guess, I would say they are door keys for somewhere. Thankfully, I was able to keep my mouth shut concerning the latter thought.
Then I had a thought. “Mrs. Hampton. Are you already married to someone? So why are you going to marry me if you are already married? According to my mother’s will, that will deny you into the family.”
“You are correct husband. You see, the phobia you have is because when you and I got married when you were 10, I placed the hex to keep all the other women away from you. But the law states that we had to wait until both parties are 16 years of ages before the can share the same family name. Meaning, that I was technically unmarried until Ryan turned 16. But changing one’s last name is such a pain that I left it as is. My REAL name is Angelica Ryu” she clarified in a matter of fact voice.
Error… Can not compute…
Rebooting… Reboot failed…
Sting to left nut computed… host brain activating…
On the ground holding my jewels in horrid pain that no man should feel, I give the questioning look of ‘why’ to all those around me.
“Serves you right for marrying someone without the rest of us” Titianna said without any hint of remorse.
“How could he know? He was barely conscious is signing something he knew nothing about. Oh. I also putt the phobia in him via mind magic” Angelica replied bomb shelling the hell out us with.
That got another round of fighting as the door opened.
Seeing my freedom, I crawled away as fast as my pain filled body would allow me to. Which at that moment, I vowed to tell my sons of the ‘heroic’ crawl over vast distance away from the enemy in order to regroup and attack them later. At least, that was the plan until I felt myself being lifted into the air by someone.
Turning to see who said person is, I see Nami smiling shyly at me. All the while walking towards the sleek military grade attack ship. Pitch black to match the darkness of space, with weapons that would normally be banned from the private sector with all the people associated with it killed without question.
Gulping, I could only stare at it as my biggie-me sprang into action like the kick to the nuts never happened.
I have always love spacecrafts. Which is why I wanted to get a yacht and travel through space as a massage specialist.
So you can imagine Nami’s surprise at the boner I got. Which for some odd reason made her practically skip while swaying her ass more so than usual (at least he would have known that if he was watching her the right way).
Next thing I know, I am being tied to a chair somewhere in the ship. A pair of scissors in her hands causing the worse case scenarios the cross my mind. And then my pants being cut the shreds as she is now trying to get them off post haste.
“Momma always said that all men need to be relieved a certain way for them to relax properly” Nami said before she gave me my first blowjob ever since I became legal.
Dayna’s POV
We have been arguing for so long that something in the back of my head began to rear its head. Causing me to look around for boy wonder.
Not seeing him, I immediately ran off towards the ship thinking that is the only place he could have gone. And in truth, it is the only place he could have gone as far as I can see.
Heading up the stair ramp, I enter the beautiful ship that is getting my motor running. I don’t know about everyone else, but I LOVE attack ship like these. But this one looks more like a personal yacht with the latest military tech. Maybe more advanced?
Then the smell of food wafted towards me, making me cringe at the smell. Not to mention Ryan (there is no other male here) crying in almost pure disdain at someone cooking.
Following my nose (literally, even though I feel really degraded because of this) I see Ryan naked yelling at Nami to stop wasting food. Nami however, is humming a tune in a way that I sometimes hear my mother humming.
Anger activated…
Male acquired…
Activating “Icy Tail of Death for Male Reproductive Organ” attack…
“He is not to blame for me being happy right now Da-Da” Nami says in a whimsical voice of fond remembrance.
By this time, the others have arrived. And from the armaments they have, they planned to exact justice for whatever reason we would have come up with later in life.
“What do you mean, ‘he is not to blame’” Angelica asks as blue flames are still writhing in her hands.
“He was trying to get to this ship with an almost awed looked. So I picked him up since he was having trouble moving. But as we got closer, his baby maker began to get harder and harder that he began to moan in pain. So I tied him to the chair, cut his pants and silk boxers with fox patterns off, and sucked him off like a good wife. Just like mother said we should do” Nami finishes making me have a very strong urge to gag.
“I hope you don’t mind first wife (first wife? Who the hell is the first wife!?), but I also recorded the event for your and our sisters’ viewing for later during ice cream” Nami continue with pure excitement.
In the corner of my eye, I can see Robin warring with something in her mind. Like she can’t be more proud about something or that she can’t believe how well hung the bastard is. And Nami took all of that!?
The smell in the air brings me back to the second most pressing matter (first being who the first wife is supposed to be) and simply ask “Nami, what are you cooking?”
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Her smile falters and says, “it was supposed to be bacon and eggs to help replenish his protein.”
Titianna then pipes up asking “how long were you… cleaning out his protein?”
That brought out a beaming smile out of the forlorn girl causing Robin to facepalm hard.
“I think the clock read a quarter past 3 and stopped about an hour ago I think.”
We all turned towards the clock as it read a little past 10. We all turned to Ryan who was not only pale but trying to inch his black and blue ‘baby maker’, as she called it, away from her.
Leaning towards Robin, I could not help but ask “is your sister a succubus in disguise?”
Robin’s Pov
It is a little past midnight now, and we are all in front of the viewing screen to watch the acts that my sister made. Which she forbade us from watching until Ryan was safely ‘snuggled into bed’. That got Angelica to giggle a bit.
We all have gallon size bowls of ice cream reminiscing about our younger days and what we were each expected to do when we are finally married to that spineless idiot.
I still can’t believe he called me and Nami The Terror Twins. But it does make my heart swell with pride a little when he said about activating Terror Twin Powers. That makes me think he is a closet nerd. But then again, a lot of the things he excels at in school, like biology, math, science, computer, and a few other geek subjects, makes me thing he is a geek.
Being brought back into reality when I heard the tearing of clothes, I see how methodical Nami was at cutting his jeans off. To which my eyes were planted on the cute fox patterns on his boxers. From the corner of my eye, I can see Dayna smile a little with a bit of pride while Titianna blushed slightly.
Slowly turning to see Angelica, I can see the happiness radiating off her for some reason. Turning back to the screen, I am just in time to hear “Momma always said that all men need to be relieved a certain way for them to relax properly”.
Feeling my face heat up, I stare wide-eyed as she takes the monstrosity into her mouth a little at a time. Gentle going up and down his length that should have split her mouth open. All the while she was moaning in blissful ecstasy.
Hell! Even her damn eyes have rolled back into her head from it! That is so not fair! That bitch!
That’s when I saw the defining attribute of our mother. A spade-tipped cord-like tail.
It’s bad enough that we are druids thanks to our father, but our mother is a 100% pure succubus. Even our sisters are half succubus. Which makes it even harder to live in the main house.
Trying my best to ignore the stares that are being pointed at me, I continue to watch as she begins to slowly, just enough to please while at the same time torture him into oblivion, bob her head. And from the bulging of her throat, she seems to have perfected the deep throating that our mother’s bank account paid for us to learn.
I still can’t believe she can take that monstrosity without gagging! How the hell is she doing it so perfectly when I gag on anything bigger than a toothbrush? This is so not fair!
And so, for the next several hours, we watch as she tries different ways she can suck more out of him. All the while turning him into something that looks like a ghoul. But for some odd reason, he keeps returning back to his normal color after a few minutes of rest.
But I must say that the peanut gallery that Ryan is being, is quite funny. I giggled a few times when my sister said something, and he turned it into a statement from a game, anime, science experiment, etc., all the while trying to grab her tail with his eyes alone.
When the vid ended, I was bombarded with questions of my heritage. So to stop all the questions I just held up my hand to quiet them.
“Nami’s and my father is a druid. My mother is one of the very few Succubi’ that are here on this planet. My sister may have a more… perverted view on things, while I have a more… permanent solutions on things. I think that is why he calls us the Terror Twins.
“As for why I try to hide it, well I can honestly say that I want him in his hybrid form for a quality check of the goods” I blush stating what I want to do. “Hence why I was constantly trying to avoid him. I thought he was pure human. Now that I know he is a mix, or as Dayna had said, a dragon, I want to see what a dragon feels and looks like in a hybrid form. And before you ask, yes I have fantasized about getting it on with a fox lycan in full beast form.”
That simmered the questions down until Nami decided to ignite the fire once again.
“So head wife, when are you going to let him pound you into the sheets so Robin and I can get our turn and let Robin have her “doggy time” with Ryan?”
Phobia’s Dudes POV
Oh god. What the hell did I drink last night? Or did truck-sama finally take mercy on me?
Looking around, I can see that I was in one of the more feminine rooms. So I am going to guess that this was my mother’s room when she was onboard.
Getting up off the bed of doom (damn fluffy goodness tried to suck me in for the past 5 minutes), I see that I am completely naked with Jr. black and blue with red lipstick on him. Seeing that, I begin to cry as I remember how I was brutally taken into her god-like mouth.
So I do the next best thing I could think of in a situation like this. I take a picture of Jr. and send it to my social media page saying, “one wild party and here is my proof”. I mean, I have to up my man-card somehow right?
With that taken care of, I head out of the room. Careful to look both ways to see if the doomsday woman is nearby before heading to the room I think the only other key on the ring belongs to.
Thankfully, the others were still gossiping in the center of the ship allowing me to slip further to the rear of the ship where said room is located.
Opening the room, I scream so loud that I swear all women anywhere will be asking me for notes before shutting the door and locking it. All the while I am trying to figure out how to destroy the damn key.
And yes. This room belonged to my father. Only he is that depraved enough to have stuff like that.
Hearing feet pounding there way towards me, I quickly try to think of a way that I can ditch the key. Since I was still naked (thanks to a certain girl with a blackhole for a mouth), I decided to tuck in between my scrotum and shaft.
When they all stopped in front of me, I was getting looks of some kind that I wish I could place since It might mean my imminent end later on in life.
Being taken to the bridge like a how you see some of those condemned men on tv, I was able to finally piece together what happened when they found me.
After an intense hour interrogation session, I was informed that Angelica (since I can’t call her Mrs. Hampton any more) took the liberty of getting all of our school transfer paperwork done while I was asleep. Then all the girls decided to do a bit of shopping to get the clothes needed to fit the needed dress code that is there.
The even bought me some form-fitting clothes that are too damn tight! I actually did not care that you would kill me as I put them into the incinerator.
Sitting down at the table as they continued to threaten me about the amount of money they spent, I went and surfed the web and saw what it is that males wore. And my fashion sense is about 2% of the population.
Seeing that I am in trouble, I went and looked at all the old-style themes of men’s clothing that still are popular today. Thankfully, and by some otherworldly luck, my clothes at my old house that is now here still work. I got them specially made for me when I stopped growing. So with my shopping done, I started playing my favorite MMORPG, Final Fantasy 89.
Or I would have if I wasn’t kicked into the wall by a pissed off Titianna.
How the wall of the ship survived my head, I will never know. I am just glad that it did.
Next thing I know, I am being choked for some reason and passed out.
???’s POV
Feeling my host getting choked, I decided I would finally give him a hand. I should have done so long ago, but I thought it would be more entertaining to watch him suffer for a few more years (100).
I did not have to wait long for him to pass out.
Using his body, I used the unorthodox martial arts Ryan has been practicing and flung Titty into the wall.
“Well since you bitches don’t know your places as mother’s will has proclaimed, I guess I can start disowning people now” I exclaimed while bouncing up and down while clapping my hands.
I keep forgetting that Ryan is a male, because I am so use to inhabiting women. So I guess when they looked at me funny, I may have taken it a bit to far. Oh well.
When Tit-zilla got to her feet, she is looking pissed and rushes me again. Only to find how much a broken rib hurts when I pushed her fist aside and rammed my elbow into it.
Now the others are taking fighting stances to attack.
Putting my chin on my knuckles, I stared at their stances and said “Tit-zilla practices Kung-fu, Loli-masochist uses Kempo, Foxy uses Muay Thai, bestiality girl uses Kempo that requires belly dancing, and blowjob girls uses seduction”.
I can see the sweat forming on their brow with the looks of fear in their eyes.
“Well since I am now fully awake in him thanks to someone decided to kill him, I guess I will start to undo the phobia hex that is placed on him and release him from the hex his mother placed on him when he was born. Just know this, as this is your first and last warning, I am the reason the Ryu house is powerful it is both in and out of the political circles.
“So I suggest you girls start behaving as mother’s will suggests. If I have to come out again, I will do what is needed to be done”.
Before I relinquish Ryan back his body, I put all the girls in front of me on the ground with a few fancy kicks and knees. I mean, I have to punish them somehow don’t I?
“Let that be a reminder of what he is capable of doing if he is backed into a corner. Ta-ta!”