Been a whirlwind for me the last two months. Won't go into details, but just barely getting these out at the end of the month. I AM looking forward to next month, have some great chapters cumming up soon!
PREVIOUSLY ON BM: Honoka has a heart to ribcage with a lich, learns what it means to grow up as a succubus, then paizuris some cheetaur tits.
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Chapter 43: The Doctor Is IN
Dr. Akisame Honda - Uzume's older brother and Honoka's uncle - presented himself as a tall Japanese man with immaculate posture, pale eyes, wild hair and a thin mustache. He wore the same outfit Honoka always saw him wear, an odd fusion of East and West clothing: white dress shirt tucked into dark slacks draped in an open and wildly patterned
yukata.
Although appearing outwardly serious and severe, his family knew his demeanor hid a dry wit and loving spirit. Outside of her wives and parents, there wasn't a person on earth Honoka loved more (a fact that filled her older brothers with adorable jealousy).
"Uncle Aki!" Honoka yelled as she ran and jumped into his arms. The older man appeared ready for it, but let out a huff of air when he caught his niece and shuffled his feet to keep standing.
"I see you've got a few things to talk to me about," Akisame said quietly, holding Honoka at arms length and getting a better look at her recent growth. "Should I be concerned?"
"Sorry, yeah, it has been an interesting month," Honoka replied bashfully, rubbing the back of her head. "And I don't think so. I'm more worried about Diane."
"Where's the pregger?!"
Akisame and Honoka winced as Shilo Honda, Akisame's second and much younger wife he married after the death of his first, ducked under the temporary plywood gate and stomped into the courtyard, followed by her children Kenneth and Miu. Widely known for lacking a filter or tact, many of the subdued Honda family stoically endured her dynamism. It helped that the boisterous woman was so likable, friendly to a fault with everyone.
Also, no one wanted to offend the nine-and-a-half foot tall (2.9 m) polar bear beastkin woman who bench pressed firetrucks for fun. Seriously, those guns hanging off her shoulders were illegal in the state of California. And while the body fat content of this lovable aunt was greater than the average bear, nobody would call the woman overweight (if they knew what was good for them).
Thicc
was the word best describing Shilo, breasts nearly bouncing out of the UoF Women's Wresting Team t-shirt and thighs swallowing the gym shorts she stretched into.
"Mom," Ken mumbled with teenager exasperation, so strong was his angst that it must be a Class Feature. A brown furred fruit bat beastkin, the thirteen year old embraced his Race and went full
I am the night
with his collection of goth and stylish black on black. He slouched with his hands jammed in the pockets of his custom sleeveless hoodie while leathery arm wings flopped at his sides. Tailing behind him, with almond Asian-American eyes wide enough to pop as she stared around the compound and dungeon, was the nine year old human Miu. Braided flax hair held back with a tiara, wearing a blue dance leotard with matching tutu and large combat boots, in every way she was the opposite of her brother while radiating sunshine and rainbows.
Before Honoka could finish a round of hugs or other greeting rituals, Diane entered the courtyard with Quinn and Dolly. They had quickly changed into casual clothing (tank tops and sweats, though Dolly seemed strange wearing red sweats on the back end of her cat body), all hesitant to make a wrong impression with Honoka's family. Fortunately, Shilo had no such compunctions.
"Oh man, you are about to
pop!"
The excitable polar bear ran over to Diane and picked her up, hoisting the terrified and screeching woman's bulging tummy up to one furry white ear. "And you've only been carrying since this morning? I am so
jealous!
When I got knocked up with Kenneth, I couldn't sleep for days at a time, my bladder shrunk to the size of a cherry pit and I was getting up to pee every five minutes..."
"Mom," Ken exasperated again, harder, walking up to Honoka for a low key fistbump.
"N-nice to meet you!" Diane said shrilly as she was put down. The succubus was only the first victim, Shilo leaving nary a girl unaccosted as she pounced around for bone-breaking hugs to every surprised wife, Honoka getting the added bonus of slobbering bear kisses to boot.
"I'm sure you are tired from the flight, maybe I could show you..." Honoka gestured everyone towards one of the doors inside, but Shilo waved Honoka off with a loud raspberry and ducked back outside the gate where Honoka noticed trolleys of large crates and suitcases.
"
Phbbt!
Aki is so excited his darling niece is having a baby he can hardly contain himself." Pushing two carts into the courtyard, the woman didn't strain any more with thousands of pounds (deep furrows in the dirt testifying of their actual weight) than if they were a pair of strollers. "Toss the kids anywhere so they can play with their phones while we examine your child."
"Yes, I can hardly contain myself." Akisame said deadpan and straightfaced, forcing a giggle out of Honoka.
Shilo proved her Strength score must be in the thirties by casually picking up each trolley and ascending the steps to set them down inside, barely fitting them in the wide hallways of the interior.
"Quinn, can you show my cousins to a pair of empty rooms and scrounge them some food if they want it?" Quinn nodded, but Honoka wondered why the otter woman distractedly checked her phone for the third time in as many minutes. Wifey Senses tingling, Honoka turned away as she lead the group inside, talking directly to Ken and Miu. "I have a step son and daughter around your ages, but it is late and I'm sure they would love to hang out with both tomorrow."
"Cool," Ken replied noncommittally, trying too hard not to sound interested with modest success. He and the silent Miu followed Quinn through the door and down another hallway, the otter chatterbox already firing question after question at the children. Dolly went with them, perhaps thinking what came next was a private affair (though Honoka didn't think that).
"So, didn't have enough time to shower, huh?" Shilo asked slyly, waggling her eyebrows as she maneuvered the trolleys inside the wide hallways towards one of the larger hosting rooms in the complex, Honoka knowing how much space all of Uncle Aki's equipment would consume in floor space from a warning text she received earlier today.
All the logistics was distracting enough that the hosting niece didn't register what was said immediately. When Honoka understood what Aunt Shilo was talking about, her dark skin turned three shades brighter red, eliciting a roaring laugh out of the polar bear woman. Diane and Akisame shared a sigh that communicated some kind of secret empathy for their spouses, the two instantly bonding over their respective mates.
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It would take time to set up the equipment Akisame brought. Honoka decided to stop putting off an important conversation and excused herself, promising to return quickly. Diane was uncharacteristically flustered, Shilo attacking her with questions frank and embarrassing enough to make a succubus blush. Honoka grinned and blew a kiss before escaping.
The main or East building was the smallest of the four buildings in the compound, but also the most elegant. Carved directly out of the cavern wall, it evoked the spirit of Petra in its elegant and epic design. Other than two hosting rooms and stairway access to the massive basements, the building was a collected suite spacious enough for two naga to move and live comfortably with the rest of their family. When Arun - Padmava's deceased husband - built the place, he probably imagined growing old here, surrounded by family and renting out the other apartments in a happy little community away from whatever worries troubled the world above. If he hadn't died a year ago, it might have happened.
Honoka didn't find anyone in the main living room or Padmava's bedroom. Tiptoeing through the rooms, she deduced everyone was probably trying to sleep this late at night. Hearing something further inside the building, Honoka moved down another hall and located the naga in her sewing room.
"Knock knock," Honoka said softly, entering into a room covered in bolts of fabric and the various machines and other tools needed to make most types of simple clothing.
"Eeep!" Padmava started as her whole body flinched in surprise. "Don't look!" the large naga hissed as she used her long body to coil around whatever she was working on, snaking an irritated forked tongue in Honoka's direction. "Absolutely no peeking!"
"Well now I'm curious," Honoka purred, exaggerating leaning over to spy an idea of whatever secret project was in the works.
