Making monster girls 9 f.., p.1
Making Monster Girls 9: For Science!, page 1
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Chapter One
The scientist we’d been waiting to meet for so long stood in front of me, and she squinted in my direction for a second, then she adjusted the thick glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. Her large, almond-shaped eyes were a strange purplish tanzanite hue, and her wildly curly hair was bright red with streaks of orange throughout. The petite woman stood at maybe five feet tall, barely even that, and as she leaned her head back to stare at me, I noticed the smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks.
Despite her petite frame, her chest was large, her waist tiny with the aid of an intricate corset, and her hips were wide. She wore a plain, white linen top with a ruffled neckline and bell-shaped sleeves that exposed her pale, freckled shoulders. The corset that enwrapped her waist was a dark brown with gold detailing in the metal rings and woven embroidery on the sides. The tiny woman wore a short, emerald-green skirt, and underneath that she had ripped tights layered with a pair of light-brown fishnets. The way she stood with her hips constantly wiggling, she reminded me of an excited puppy but suddenly, her plump, scarlet lips pursed.
“You are Charles Rayburn, aren’t you?” the scientist asked. “I’ve heard so much about you in my travels. Quite a man… quite a man indeed.”
Her voice had a strange accent that I wasn’t familiar with, and if I were to take a guess, I would’ve assumed that it was the accent from the capital. It sounded refined and elegant with a melodic rhythm to it.
“How do you know about him?” The green-haired desperado asked with furrowed eyebrows and sidled over. “You never mentioned him in the letters you sent us.”
“I’ve been to a lot of places lately,” the scientist uttered. “You know, trying to avoid the Queen’s guards and all. A few of the cities were completely empty except for a few stray soldiers and these really strange-looking women. At first, I thought they were hostiles, or maybe a new breed of soldiers the Queen cooked up in her lab, but they explained a little bit of what’s been happening. It didn’t make a lot of sense at the time, but the more places I’d been, the more I learned.”
“So, you already know everything about me?” I probed, and the petite redhead nodded with a grin.
“Well, not everything, but enough to know who you are and what you’ve done with some of the cities,” the scientist said. “Kind of amazing how you managed to link up with my old friend here. Life is filled with all sorts of strange coincidences.”
When I glanced over my shoulder, Matilda stepped closer and then clapped a hand down on my shoulder. Farther behind the desperado, the rest of my women waited impatiently with their hands pressed to their chests.
Matilda was a gorgeous statue of a woman. Her shoulder-length hair was the color of summer leaves, a deep forest-green, and her glittering eyes underneath the brim of the hat were a deep scarlet. Her clothes, which consisted of a tight-fitting man’s shirt, a ripped skirt, and a pair of torn trousers underneath, which were dusty and covered in splotches of mud. When she lifted her face toward the scientist, I scanned the enormous scar that started at her hairline and zigzagged down to her chin. Her nose was pointed, her cheeks were thin, and her chin came to a rounded point.
Her mechanical left arm glittered brightly in the sunlight, and the scientist’s light-purple eyes shifted to the tall woman beside me. Instantly, the redhead’s plump lips spread into a broad smile, and her tiny hands slammed down onto her wide hips.
“Well, if it isn’t my good friend, the wild and rambling desperado.” The scientist laughed and then opened her arms wide to Matilda. “I knew that my letters would reach you! I’m so glad that they did, but my dear, I can’t stay topside for long. There are guards out there searching for me, and if they find me, I’m a dead woman. No one escapes the Queen without receiving punishment. We all know that pretty well, don’t we?”
“There are no more guards here,” I began, and instantly the scientist’s eyes shifted back to me. “We took care of them for you.”
“Now, Ms. Scientist.” Matilda chuckled heartily. “As you know, this is Charles Rayburn, and our group met him completely by accident, but he gone and changed my life. He’s a master scientist, practiced doctor, and the future king of this country.”
“There’s no need for an introduction,” the redhead uttered, cocked her hip, and then squinted up at me. “I already know most of that but how in the hell are you going to become king? We’ve never had a king before, and I’m pretty sure according to society, you’re not supposed to be anything other than a servant or a consort.”
“Now, now,” Matilda soothed and reached out toward the tiny woman to calm her nerves. “You need to listen.”
“I’m listening,” the redhead urged and then nodded toward me. “Now, go on and tell me what all of this means.”
“You already know my name,” I explained. “But you probably don’t know I’m the leader of the New Order. I’m sure that my soldiers mentioned it, but they may not have explained. It doesn’t sound like much when you say it aloud, but I have a whole army on my side. I’ve collected them over the last few months. I built a machine a long time ago, specifically a machine for the Duchess of Edenhart. She wanted me to build her super-soldiers that would attack the Queen if their feud ever came to that point. I failed multiple times, and many lives were lost. You see, Edony kept sending me male patients to experiment on, and every time, the machine would malfunction.”
“Where is this going?” the scientist asked with furrowed eyebrows. “I don’t quite understand.”
“Give him a minute,” Matilda soothed. “Once he gets through all of it, you’ll understand, my dear.”
“Then the Duchess sent me a female patient by mistake,” I uttered, and finally, the redhead’s eyes widened. “I moved to place her in the machine, but she attacked, and I cut my hand. Somehow, my blood got intermixed into the machine, and then a stray cat that’d wandered in a few days prior climbed into one of the compartments. I was in a daze, and in my haste to escape any repercussions, I threw the switch to kill the patient who’d attacked m--”
“It’s illegal to kill a woman,” the scientist murmured in a low voice. “You must know that by now.”
“Will you let me finish?” I chuckled and then glanced toward the green-haired desperado. “I thought you said she was a Harlot and on our side?”
“Well, give her a minute, Charlie.” Matilda laughed. “It’s a lot to process all at once.”
“Anyway,” I breathed. “I threw the switch and expected my machine to nearly explode like it always did… but it didn’t. A strange light emanated from inside the second compartment, and I opened it up to find a new being. A monster-girl.”
“So,” the scientist muttered. “You created a new life inside of this machine?”
The tiny redhead tapped her chin with one small finger and stared up at me for a long moment. Her mauve-colored eyes shined brightly in the early afternoon sunlight, and her plump lips parted for half a second. She mulled over everything I’d just told her, and I immediately moved to explain more to the stunning, petite scientist.
“I created four more of them before I finally transformed the Duchess of Edenhart,” I grinned. “Edony became my fifth monster-woman and gave me the small army that she’d collected to attack the Queen. From there, we transformed all of the aristocrats in Edenhart and then moved on to Birskonn, then Valestia, Granhamn, and now, finally, Tulna. By now, we have a pretty large army and an even larger mass of monster-women on our side. By the time that every man in this city is rescued, I believe that we will have an army large enough to finally attack the capital and take the throne from the Queen. Not to mention all of the aristocrats who will be transformed into monster-women before we leave.”
“So, what do ya think?” Matilda laughed lightly, wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and leaned a little closer to the redheaded scientist. “Wanna join us and take over the world?”
“Well, I wouldn’t mind taking over the country and putting the haughty aristocrats in their place.” The petite woman shrugged. “But why do you want me to join specifically?”
“Because you’re an amazing scientist,” I blurted out, and instantly, Beatrix’s eyebrows raised. “I’ve seen your work, and I think that we could learn a lot from each other. The horses that you made for the desperados, they’re magnificent! Just look at Matilda’s arm! It’s one of the best creations I’ve ever seen, well, aside from my own work, of course. Beatrix, listen, I think we could learn a lot from each other, and I would love to have your brilliance and expertise on our side.”
“Don’t forget the other thing,” the desperado urged and nudged me forward.
“What other thing?” the redhead asked and shifted her purple eyes between the two of us.
“We heard about your robot,” I went on. “We also heard that it’s a reanimated brain.”
“Yes, and yes.” Beatrix nodded. “I do have a robot who’s a reanimated brain. Why do you ask?”
; “Because I also have a reanimated brain,” I chuckled. “And I’d like to build him a body. Maybe yours can give me inspiration, and we can work with each other.”
Instantly, the scientist turned toward the darkened confines of the submersible and shouted inside.
“Celty,” the redhead called. “Why don’t you come here and meet our new friends?”
I heard the clanking of metal from inside of the hull and the soft express of air through pistons. Slowly, a shape came into view, and my eyes widened as I stared at the humanoid mechanical being in front of me. It looked like a piece of moving art as it stepped out into the light and settled its glowing blue eyes on me. Its chest was small and feminine, and I could barely make out the plated seams on each panel. If I’d seen it in a dark alley, I would’ve assumed it was human until I stepped closer. Its hands were entirely constructed of thick, shiny silver metal with tiny wires where each joint held them together, and as Beatrix moved closer, the robot made a low chirping sound.
“Yes?” a monotone voice erupted from the metal being. “What is it that you needed, Beatrix?”
The robot’s mouth didn’t move, but the voice came from around the head area, maybe from two small speakers affixed inside. Instinctively, I stepped closer to the fascinating work of art and took in all of the perfectly-crafted pieces. The being turned its articulated head toward me and stared directly into my eyes for a long moment.
“It’s female?” I asked in a low voice.
“Yes.” Beatrix nodded, crossed her arms over her chest, and leaned against the metal doorframe. “It took a lot of work to build this body for her, but I managed to finally complete it a few months before I met the desperados.”
“May I see the brain?” I whispered. “When Irene described the robot to us, I imagined this… tiny, crude thing that barely came to my waist, but this is magnificent.”
“Please, call me Celty,” the robot uttered in her monotone voice. “I am also not an ‘It’, I am a she. Please refer to me as that, and we will get along just fine.”
“I’m very sorry, Celty,” I corrected myself with a slight bow of my head. “Is it alright if I examine your brain?”
“Of course,” the robotic woman nodded and then bent forward so Beatrix could remove the curved panel at the crown of her head.
“Celty’s been with me a long time.” The scientist smiled and slowly began unscrewing the bolts at the base of the robot’s neck. “She’s been a great aid to me during the last few months… except when the Queen captured me. They took her away from me because they believed that she could help me in my escape, which she could certainly do.”
Beatrix pulled away the panel, and nearly half of Celty’s face came free with a metallic click. For a moment, I stared into the round, glass dome underneath the panel and a familiar-looking bumpy organ looked back. Just as Irene described, the brain had electrodes and wires connecting it to the robot’s inner workings, and I could tell from the size and shape, it certainly was a female brain. The organ floated in a greenish-blue liquid, and bubbles brushed against the organ’s uneven surface. It was beautiful and fascinating, just like A.B., and I had to wonder, how had she gotten it?
“I can tell what you want to ask me.” Beatrix giggled lightly. “But it’s actually quite a sad story, and it’s not mine to tell. Maybe one day Celty will be willing to share it with you. I don’t want you to look at her and think, ‘this is a cold and unfeeling being. It has no emotions. It’s a robot’. That’s not Celty. She was once human--”
“I am human,” the monotone voice broke in. “I just don’t appear to be human.”
“I can understand that.” I nodded and then gently dragged my finger across the glass dome. “I have a friend, Celty, he’s exactly like you, and I’m sure he’d die to meet you.”
“You said you have a reanimated brain,” Beatrix broke in and then replaced the panel over Celty’s glass dome. “How did you get it?”
“It’s a funny story.” I chuckled lightly. “I found him floating in the back of a curio shop. He was in a disgusting, moldy jar on top of a dusty shelf, and he called out to me. Well, I wouldn’t consider it ‘calling out’, he screamed at me. It seemed that he was shouting at anyone who came into the store, but I was the only one who heard him.”
“Really?” the scientist asked and tilted her head curiously. “That’s such a strange parallel because I was the only one who could hear Celty’s voice at first, too, well, until I built her a voice box that she could communicate through.”
“Eventually,” the robotic woman cut in as her creator screwed her head-plate back into place. “I’d like to have a body made of flesh and bone, but that is not feasible right now. There aren’t many resources, and as much as I love Beatrix, she is only a mere scientist and inventor. She has no skill in the medical or alchemic world.”
“Way to be harsh, Celty.” The redhead laughed and clapped the robot on the metal shoulder. “I’m working as hard as I can, okay?”
“Well, well, well.” I laughed and then grinned. “So, you’re looking for someone who’s practiced in the medical and alchemic field?”
“Preferably, yes.” Beatrix nodded. “I can invent, but there’s only so much that I can do. Apparently, Celty isn’t happy in that body even though I crafted it, especially for her.”
“A robot cannot feel,” the mechanical woman broke in. “And I don’t mean that in an emotional way. Yes, I have feelings, but even the sensors that you put into every inch of my metal panels cannot equate to the actual sensation of touch. I may not remember a lot of what it’s like to have a body, but I can certainly remember what it’s like to touch and feel. The sensation of my own skin… the feeling of goosebumps as they break out over the surface of your flesh. No, those are the sensations that I miss the most.”
“I am a brilliant doctor,” I explained. “I also worked for many years as an alchemist. I’m sure that together, we could find a solution for both of our reanimated brains. We can make them bodies. All I need from you is your allegiance to the New Order and me.”
“You’re going to kill the Queen, right?” the scientist asked and raised a single eyebrow.
“I haven’t decided on that yet,” I uttered. “But we’re certainly taking this country from her control and freeing every single man that lives in slavery. We’ve heard that you’re a Harlot, or at least, your views align with the Harlots’.”
“I mean, technically, you could call me a Harlot.” Beatrix nodded. “I haven’t signed any of the paperwork or anything, but sure, yeah, I believe in everything they do.”
“Then your beliefs align with ours.” I smiled. “It’s only natural for you to join our side and fight against the matriarchy.”
“Is this how he got you?” the redhead asked, pointed directly into the middle of my chest, and side-eyed Matilda.
“Yeaaah, well…” The green-haired desperado shrugged, laughed lightly, and then nodded. “It went somethin’ along those lines. We may or may not have tried to rob him and his caravan.”
“You didn’t!” Beatrix gasped.
“We did.” Matilda nodded. “Then I nearly had a heart attack because one of his women is Josephine, the daughter of the woman who started the Harlots.”
“So, you’re saying if I hadn’t had Josephine with us.” I snorted. “You wouldn’t have joined our cause?”
“It mighta been a little harder to get me to come along.” The green-haired woman laughed. “But I guess you could say I came along because you’re pretty easy on the eyes, Charles Rayburn.”
“Well, thank you.” I chuckled. “But I think the reason I’m doing all of this is a little more important than my looks.”
“I mean, you’re right,” Matilda breathed. “But it is nice having a handsome man like you around. Especially when you speak with all that authority, man, it gets my blood pumpin’ somethin’ fierce.”
“Beatrix,” I stated more seriously. “You can come back with me and see our soldiers. You can see what we’re like together, and then you can decide. It’s entirely up to you, and I won’t force you to join us, but it makes more sense if you do. We can help each other.”
“I would like to see these monster-women that you’ve talked so much about.” The scientist giggled. “They sound pretty amazing.”
