Creature Girl Creations - 03, page 1
part #3 of Creature Girl Creations Series
Table of Contents
Summary
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Books, Mailing List, and Reviews
Dedication
Acknowledgements
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Copyright
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Summary
HE’S DONE PLAYING. Now, he’s going to win.
Roy Boss has the planet of Plymouth all to himself. He's beaten back his enemies in the Milky Way Galaxy and he's destroyed Morcom. Now it's time to get his company back. To do that, he'll need to play a game with a sexy new opponent in space. He'll have to undo her plans, run her dungeons, and get to the Plymouth Gate, where the war is only just beginning.
Luckily, Roy has the help of the monster girls he's created, as well as more on the way. He's designed an army to win, but not everything is going so smoothly inside his family. The niddies are growing up and want prey. Suzanne, the sexy snake woman, isn't about to make life easy, and a pregnant Tails is proving that hell hath no fury like a hungry fox girl. Even Halcyon, the insatiable A.I., is having issues. Roy will have to deal with his women and win his way across the galaxies to reclaim what is rightfully his in this epic conclusion of the Creature Girl Creations trilogy.
Disclaimer: God Build is an explicit sci-if harem adventure. There are girls, guns, and sex on the page. Each of Roy’s monster girls is fully configurable when it comes to bedroom activities. It's like a smutty I Am Legend meets Westworld. You have been warned.
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Chapter One
ROY AND HIS FAMILY of monster girls stood on the plains to the east of Big Town. Roy was wearing a black Effexium uniform, and they were standing at the edge of a metal-lined pit that descended into complete darkness. It was a bright January afternoon, the sun shining in a blue sky, the wind trying to be cold but failing. Christmas was over. Morcom was dead. And above them, orbiting the planet of Plymouth, was the stargate that would take Roy to a war that he very much wanted to fight.
Some days.
On other days, he had serious thoughts of letting those assholes have VentureForge. He’d stay on Plymouth with his growing family and live a great life. The murdering assholes who’d killed him could all go to hell.
Then Roy would think of Phyllis Batty, the other employees, and his customers. He’d started his company to give people experiences beyond their wildest dreams. To turn gamers into families, strong bonds forged by adventure. He couldn’t turn his back on that. And there was the fact that his old board members were printing soldiers for the military without a tenth of the knowledge required to do so safely—like that wasn’t going to go wrong in galaxy-destroying ways. And yet, the temptation was there.
Tails shouted behind him. “Darn, Toxy, I told you to bring the elk jerky. What am I supposed to eat now?”
“You have a backpack full of snacks, darling,” the spider queen said.
Tails sighed. “But I really wanted elk jerky. Or cookies and milk. I love cookies and milk. I guess I’ll have a granola bar. Sorry I’m so weird.” Then Tails started to cry. Then laugh. “And so emotional! It’s the hormones!”
Roy turned to take in his family, standing near hover bikes resting in the yellow weeds of the dry plain.
Toxy was in her drider form, her huge spider body resting on six legs. She was currently lowered to hug Tails, the very pregnant fox girl. Tails’s bushy red hair looked like fire, so bright compared to the snout of her cute fox face, now wet with her tears.
Chrissy stood next to them, a chubby little satyr girl with a look of worry on her face. Red lights blinked on her temples to match the red glow lighting up the eight-legged squirrel on her shoulder. That was Peanut, her pet and her eyes. She had her favorite helmet in her hands, which also helped her see and offered amazing protection. Both Peanut and Chrissy glanced down. The satyr dragged a hoof through the soil, trying not to stare at the sighing fox girl.
Joey, the panther goddess of the Otorongo temple, stared all she wanted. She was in full cat woman form, her black fur covered by her Effexium suit, which could harden into armor to protect her. Her claws were popped, so that was good. Her plasma rifle dangled off her back. “This is not furthering our cause. And, Tails, you ate a whole chicken this morning. Are you still not full?”
Tails stepped back from Toxy’s embrace. “Wow. That chicken was good. Hal did this garlic lemon sauce. It was delicious. I’m still so hungry though.” She wiped the tears off her snout, then turned to dig out a granola bar. She chewed on it while she rested a hand on her belly.
Roy didn’t necessarily like that Tails was there with them but getting her to stay at home was impossible. And the niddies weren’t about to stay home either.
Arra and Nida came racing out of the weeds. Both were raven-haired, like their mother, and both were currently miniature driders, about the size of a normal eight-year-old but with the bodies of spiders. They too wore Effexium suits. Their six eyes—Arra’s blue and Nida’s green—were bright and happy. They spoke with slight English accents, taking after their mother, who talked in full and proper British English.
Arra lurched and touched Nida. “You’re it!”
“No, I’m not! Your butt is it!” Nida shrieked. She turned. “Dad, did you see Arra touch me?”
“Girls,” Roy said patiently. “We’re on a mission. It’s not the time to play tag.”
“I thought this was a quest,” Joey spit. Her emerald eyes blazed. She was not happy about going back down underground.
One of Hal’s drones came buzzing out of the shaft below. The pit looked like an old missile silo, overgrown with weeds and dirt that had blown onto the ledges and alcoves. A rusted ladder dropped down into the darkness.
“Okay, guys,” Halcyon said. “This is the place. It’s kinda really sorta fuckin’ weird.”
Roy and all the monster girls, even the niddies, had implants near their ears and vocal cords, so they could talk to one another. The communication implants also doubled as tracking devices.
“Language, darling,” Toxy admonished.
Arra giggled. “Halcyon cursed. That’s funny.”
Nida rolled her eyes. “It’s not funny.”
“It’s really funny.”
“Your butt is funny.”
“I don’t have a butt. I have an abdomen! You’re a butt!”
Toxy stormed forward. “Arra, Nida, behave, or you’ll wait on the surface with Tails. If you can’t behave on quests, then you won’t be able to come.”
“Sorry, Mama,” Arra said.
“Your butt is sorry,” Nida hissed, then tried to look innocent.
Toxy’s eyes were all a different color and all very stern.
Roy frowned. Normally, he wouldn’t have minded the banter. But they were standing above a very dangerous place, engineered by the rude woman who lived inside the Plymouth Gate circling the planet. That same rude woman had told Roy she wanted to play with him, and he figured it wasn’t play in the nicest sense of the word.
Roy snapped his fingers. “Let’s all be quiet and listen to Hal.”
Arra and Nida nodded.
Toxy sighed, a tad frustrated.
Tails chewed. At least the fox girl had stopped crying.
“Okay,” Hal said. “So, the rude girl definitely sent a signal to this spot, deep underground. Now that I have 91 percent of the network—”
Tails interrupted. “And 100 percent of yourself.”
That derailed Hal. Her voiced cracked. “Yeah. I have that...not that I’ve merged the copies. But I—”
Tails had a questioning look on her foxy face. “Are we calling her the rude girl? She’s not necessarily rude. She’s just a loud eater.”
“She lacks manners, darling,” Toxy clarified. “Rude and impolite are synonyms. If we don’t eat her, perhaps we can teach her manners.”
“No, we shouldn’t,” Nida disagreed, just to be difficult.
“Keep going, Hal,” Roy said.
Hal chuckled. “I’ll try. And talking without cursing is fucking killing me.”
Arra and Nida put their hands over their fanged mouths and giggled.
Toxy wasn’t pleased. “Halcyon, darling, please. We can’t curse around my niddies. They will be learning manners, unlike the rude girl.”
“Well, excuse me, Toxy.” The A.I. had a definite edge to her voice. “Maybe I wouldn’t cuss if you all didn’t keep interrupting me.”
“I did not interrupt you,” Joey said stiffly.
Roy chopped his hand through the air. “That’s enough. All of you. Hal, tell us what you’ve found out.”
“Thank you, Boss man. Okay, I did a lil’ research, and this is a launch site for drop ships, which would allow us to reach the stargate. There are two parts to the drop ships. A platform booster and the launch module. The booster and the controls are here. Only, this place also has been modified. It’s now a dungeon.”
“A dungeon?” Roy asked.
“Yeah,” Halcyon replied. “A dungeon that the rude girl created, as far as I can tell. And it’s not the only one. I’ve spent the last month or so, since you knocked up Tails, going over the Pelerine databases. They had practice dungeons they set up to test their monsters. They used a variety of dungeon core books from the Pax Americana, dungeon simulators, and about a bazillion hours of D&D games from the old YouTube.”
Roy had to smile. When he’d sent them the YouTube videos, Joyce had said the Pelerine had been thrilled. Roy had been equally happy. Paying for his monsters in porn and data sure helped his bottom line.
Halcyon continued. “The whole place has been modified in the last month, starting about five seconds after we killed Morcom. There’s a Cloned Protein Material-11 warehouse nearby. Also a factory, so we’re going to be facing monsters. Also—kinda funny—there was a huge data transfer here from Morcom’s tower. Not sure what that means. And of course, the rude girl has kept quiet. She’s watching us, though, and scheming. I have no doubt.”
“So we have an actual dungeon to run?” Roy smiled at Tails, expecting her to be excited. She could get anxious about mysteries, but the fox girl did like adventure.
Tails, though, was all about food at the moment. She rummaged around her backpack and pulled out a couple of chocolate bars.
Joey walked over to Roy. “And so, we will be like the raiders who would rob my temple of its treasures back home. I am not pleased. I hate being underground. But I will do this. My only question: will our final prize be of gold, or will it be magical?”
Poor Joey still hadn’t come to terms with the fact that she wasn’t the actual panther goddess of the Otorongo temple but a woman he printed. She was sentient, yes, but she still couldn’t shake her belief in her own backstory.
“It will be magical, darling,” Toxy cooed. The spider queen knew just how to handle the panther goddess. “We will be given a magic carpet that will take us into the stars.”
Joey nodded. “Into the night. I could see my mother again. For my mother is the night.”
“Yes, darling, of course she is.”
Arra and Nida crept forward to stare down into the shaft.
Arra nodded. “The monsters will be our prey. We will eat them, won’t we, Mama?”
Toxy stroked their backs. “Yes, darlings, and you will have your fill.”
“Hal and I will go first,” Roy said. “Then Chrissy and Joey. And then Toxy, Tails, and the niddies. We’ll go slow, and we’ll be careful.”
Roy had a theory about the data transfer after the Morcom fight. The old villain might’ve digitized his consciousness. The Pelerine had. Most of the population was on the planet, trapped somewhere, though Halcyon couldn’t find them. She did hope to see her friends again. If Morcom had sent his consciousness to this place, they might have to fight him again.
Or had that data transfer been Suzanne? They knew the snake woman was alive.
Or was it both?
Roy wasn’t sure, but either way, he didn’t want his pregnant fox girl, or his spider daughters caught up in the violence.
“I’ll contact you when it’s safe.” Roy drew the goggles dangling around his neck to cover his eyes. He moved to where the ladder descended into the darkness and went over the side, clutching the cold, rusted metal of the ladder. Out of the sun, the iron was chill under his fingers.
He started down into the darkness. The lights on Hal’s drone flicked on, giving him light. Water dripped somewhere. All else was quiet.
All of Roy’s senses came alive. Yes, he’d printed a powerful new body, but it was still flesh, bone, and blood. He could be killed. And they hadn’t figured out how to redigitize his consciousness again. That was in part of the 9 percent of information still locked down. Halcyon remembered some of the code, but not all of it, and they’d been a little busy, first fighting Ennis Tolliver and VentureForge, then Tophus Morcom.
Roy sniffed and smelled cold weeds, wet stone, and the stench of something strong. An animal smell—wet fur, like a dog that needed a bath.
The ladder ended in a giant, closed gate—one that looked familiar. Only this gate was fifty feet in diameter, twice as big as the portal at the bottom of the UGR, also known as the Underground Gate Room.
Without a doubt, the circular gate would be sealed by Magnetic Charge Locks. Impenetrable.
Halcyon’s light lit up a rough stone entrance carved into the rock. The missile silo was metal and advanced, but that stone archway leading into the darkness looked like it would lead to the depths of a European castle back on ancient Earth.
Roy smiled. “It’s perfect. Effexium, right, Hal?”
Halcyon laughed. “That’s right. And this is all thanks to the rude girl. She knew we’d come here, trying to get to the booster platform. She’s sealed off the main entrance and put in a dungeon just to fuck with us.”
Roy walked across the gate to the entrance. “She said she wanted to play, Hal. So let’s get on with the dungeoneering.”
Chapter Two
ROY WALKED DOWN THE corridor, the walls dripping with moisture. A dank smell filled the air, wet rot and the strong smell of the green moss covering the carved stone.
Halcyon’s drone buzzed over his shoulder. She had her lights on, but Roy also had his Fire Strike skill. He steeled his hand and filled it with liquid flame. His makeshift torch showed him a flat hallway of fitted stone extending out at least a half mile.
He took a moment to pull up his matrix.
<<< VEM_START >>>
Roy Boss
Vitalogical Effexium Matrix
Race: Human Base with S-Class Augmentations
Fertility Flag: 0
Current Effexium Level: 8
Current /Max Vitalogy: 800/800
Base Strength/With Modifiers: 18/72
Base Agility/With Modifiers: 18/18
Effexium Abilities (Autonomic):
Lower Limb Modifications (Defensive)
Upper Limb Modifications (Defensive)
Dermal Enhancements
Effexium Abilities (Manual Activation Mode):
Cellular Modifications Metal
Exponential Velocity Increase
Infinity Juggernaut
High Tensile Protein Silk
Fire Strike
UEQ: Pending
<<< VEM_END >>>
The UEQ, or Unknown Enhancement Quotient, remained a mystery. He went down his different abilities, noting his strength increase for when he became an Infinity Juggernaut, but then, that also gave him invulnerability, except for his eyes. That was an unfortunate defect in the design. Luckily, he had the Effexium goggles to protect himself.
Out of all his abilities, being able to cast and use webs had proven useful time and time again. He figured after raiding the dungeon, he’d level again, which meant he’d get to choose another ability from the blueprints they’d created for the monster girls. The Pelerine had planned for them, but not for Roy. He figured he’d add acid, though he was open to other enhancements.
Hal’s voice hit his ear. “Hey, Boss man, there’s a staircase leading down. I got another drone going down into what looks like crypts. This time zombies aren’t on the menu. How do you feel about skeletons?”
