Becoming Monsters Chapter 56: Rising Issues
"And this is Eveline's uncle, Sammy Armstrong," Diane introduced, reading from her guest list on her tablet.
"Well, aren't you a classy bit of lady," Uncle Sammy said, coming in for a bone breaking hug to Honoka. Over six feet tall (183 cm), the rugged older man broadly smiled on his wide and flat African American face. Shaved head, with the wrinkles that came from laughter and a lifetime working in the sun, Sammy also packed enough muscle under his light jacket he might beat Banda in an arm wrestling competition. "Our little Beanpole married up. Ha! Totally worth burning my vacation days at the Port Authority for this, let me tell you. Hey, you know, my daughter is still on the market, great cook and a
professional dancer
if you're looking to fit another girl into..."
"Dad!" A much shorter girl butted in - sharing the flat face but in a cute way - pushing her bulky father out of the way with only a hint of blush on her dark skinned face, holding out her hand. "Forgive my father, he thinks he's funny. I'm Tracey, I dance with the Los Angeles Ballet Company and am currently single
and happy!"
The last bit was said with venom directed towards her laughing father.
"A pleasure to meet you," Honoka said, bowing as she shook hands. She was franken-dressed into an outfit borrowed from her cousin Chanise: a loose vermilion open shoulder top exposing some belly, matched with a red and white striped skirt coming to Honoka's knees. The skirt had the hermaphrodite worried from the slit running up her left thigh, high enough that the wrong bend could expose her to a lot of family members.
Especially, the horny Honoka idly noting, because the girl shaking her hand stuffed legs in tight capri jeans, a caboose casually muffining out from under the white top that matched her profession. Tracey was probably also
flexible...
Honoka shook her head, getting her mind out of the gutter. This meet and greet had been going on for hours, but Honoka was currently trying to welcome everyone who would be staying at her home. All the rooms were taken, including so many visiting children they decided to convert the last available basement into a massive slumber party. Fifty-six of the guests alone came from Nagasaki and Osaka, most of them only understanding the minimum amount of English taught in Japanese schools. Parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, friends from high school; there were three hundred and fourteen people staying here and Honoka's peaceful little haven away from the world was invaded by an army.
Just this morning, Honoka greeted her two brothers, James and Suzuki, their families, about twenty odd relations from Nagasaki that Honoka vaguely recollected meeting years ago, Philip and Georgia - who was more eager to cuddle babies and only said a word in passing as she rushed through - a cousin of Padmava's that spoke broken English, Quinn's father who looked Georgian hillbilly and proud of it standing next to Quinn's older sisters, Banda's human parents and Eve's gorgeous aelf mother. It was all a blur and Honoka was having trouble keeping track. Thankfully, Diane constructed a chart with pictures put together on her tablet to keep everything straight, Honoka having spent an hour earlier this morning trying to memorize as many of the names and faces as possible.
It took every ounce of Honoka's willpower not to run away screaming.
"Yessss, definitely a...pleasure," Diane said with her voice laced in sex, grabbing Tracey's hand and leaning forward. Clothing a bit of a crisis at the moment, Diane managed to find a black spaghetti tank that barely had enough fabric to qualify as a bikini bra, her moneymakers swaying free and with enough underboob some of the parents covered their kid's eyes when they met the two women. The succubus was also in a black leather skirt, but it was a mini and she managed to fit her toned and tight legs into her old fishnets, the diamond lace biting into her freckled skin to create hundreds of polygon dimples. It was all barely enough to be considered legal at a strip bar, much less meeting family, which is why Tracey went entirely red despite her ethnic heritage and would have had steam coming out of her head if this was a cartoon. Honoka couldn't see it, but Diane was also probably cranking the sexual aura on the girl to eleven.
"This isn't helping our image as a wholesome family," Honoka said as they walked away from Sammy and Tracey, the courtyard only hosting a dozen or so people milling about or crossing from one part of the compound to another.
"Screw wholesome, I'm Hungry and there are a lot of eligible microwave dinners walking around." Point of fact, Diane was looking over at a trim and austere young male oni from Osaka that Honoka recognized as one of Miaka's cousins. "I'd eat you out, but you have to leave if you're going to make your date with Fred. Besides," Diane said as she pushed her boobs up a little and started sauntering over to her next victim, "it isn't a secret our family is one big sex cult."
"I'm still not sure about this whole thing with Chastity's sister," Honoka said, standing there as she tried to adjust her skirt even farther down, hoping nothing popped out.
"Its just a date, and we need the money from that hussy." Diane's tail swished irritably as she whipped it around and started playing with it in her hands, not bothering to look back as she spoke. "Now go before I do something inappropriate to you here in front of everyone."
Resisting the urge to give into that threat, Honoka blew a saucy kiss as she turned and went back to her room to fetch her bag and a pair of crimson pumps that were too large for Honoka's feet. The unfashionable girl was not willing to wear them more than she absolutely needed, holding them in her hand as she walked outside again. Her bag also held some tasty treats she wanted to try as soon as possible, the large pink canvas bulging a little from her snacks.
As she crossed the courtyard, she slowed a little as she saw a possible confrontation she wanted to avoid. On the left, Miaka stood next to her parents, an older Japanese couple that reminded Honoka of a classic Japanese comedy duo,
All Hanshin Kyojin
in their formal kimonos. This was because the father was under five feet tall (152 cm) but the mother looked like she was nearly six feet (183 cm) with darker skin, her ethnicity mixed. Miaka stood next to her kid brother behind them like a dutiful daughter as they talked with Honoka's mother, Uzume, and Honoka's grandfather, Lord Isami Honda.
[My husband and I are grateful to you for allowing us to attend our daughter's wedding,]
Miaka's mother, Akemi, said in Japanese as she and her husband, Akira, bowed low to the austere older gentleman before them.
[We were not able to make it to her previous marriage ceremonies and this is also a great opportunity for our son, Tasuki, to see America. We look forward to traveling with you later today to assess the caterers of Boston and see which would be most appropriate to our mutual tastes.]
Wait, TASUKI?!
Honoka thought, a wicked smile curling her lips as she crept slowly behind her mother and grandfather. Miaka wasn't a common name, but it wasn't uncommon either in Japan. However, Tasuki paired with Miaka could only come from one source.
Miaka noticed the smile and instantly grew wary, having grown accustomed to Honoka's devious mannerisms. The Osakan girl subtly quirked an eyebrow towards Honoka to avoid interrupting the adult conversation.
Suzaku no Miko,
Honoka mouthed, almost losing it from some chuckles she had to choke down, only now realizing Miaka was a
phoenix!
Miaka's fire dimmed. Even the color of her red and orange feathers paled a bit, the large eyes on her bird face growing wider than their usual
