536: Unholy Monstrosity
“Miiiiilk~”
“Miiiiiiiiiiilk~”
“Giiiiiiiive~"
Countless disturbing voices echoed from the corridor behind Beatrice and company. The two Purple Capes had successfully brought forth what Beatrice asked and then some.
A gratuitous blob of sweaty flesh and fat filled up every inch of the opening as it tried to squeeze through the opening that was not designed with something of this size in mind. Its head blended with the rest of its body, surrounded by fat until the creature finally managed push through and release its body from the stone grip of.
The creature struggled to move and did so with small, slow steps. The folds of fat that splooshed with every movement like a waterbed. Its limbs appeared disproportionally short when compared to the rest of its mass, especially the legs that stuck out from the folds of fat like little stumps. The energy required to move this thousand-pound mass must have been immense and the creature continuously sustained itself with its milk that it sucked from its tits in alteration.
“Miilk,” Grizwald, the Lactating Minion, moaned to Beatrice for it could not form any other words. And even that simple, lately popular word was hard to discern for the low sound was heavily distorted within Grizwald's malformed insides.
One Grizwald moved his mass into the open, the path was free for the countless minions that crawled behind him on all fours. Only four at a time could squeeze shoulder-to-shoulder in hallway and a hierarchy had quickly formed among the milkafied Purple Capes. Those in the front rows got to drink the freshest milk that Grizwald secreted, and those that were in the middle drank their fill while those at the walls had to make do with what spread out.
And all of them were so focused on their new purpose in life that they did not notice that they had arrived before their true creator, Beatrice, nor did they see or care about the bodies of their dead comrades, or the mutilated minced meat of the prisoners they were supposed to guard. They just crawled into the big room, room row after row, after row, ten, twenty, thirty obsessed addicts, and surrounded Grizwald and his puddle of milk under him from all sides before it could spread out too far and mix with the blood of the corpses.
“W-what unholy monstrosity is that!?” Alexander asked pointing at Grizwald.
“That’s what I’d like to know,” said the short, skinny nineteen-year-old teenager with the mark of a captain on her armor. She slowly walked forth from one of the other tunnels on the other side of the spherical room, followed closely by another captain, much taller than her, with blue hair tone back, except for a couple of strands that fell across his dark blue eyes.
“Well?” she asked and moved one of the thick bangs of her black hair from her eye that had plenty of eyeliner and eyeshadow on it.
“Who's that?” Beatrice asked Ember quietly.
“That'd be the one in charge of the Purple Capes, and her boytoy,” Ember said.
Olivia gulped as she took a step back.
“Ahn! Give me more!” the Purple Cape lactating woman moaned as one of the men continued eating her out.
“Flavna,” Alexander said quietly, turning his attention to the new thread. Finding himself surrounded from both sides, he slowly walked backward to the side to more easily keep an eye on both forces.
“That's Captain Flavna, to you,” she said and then looked on the floor where Alexander just stood. “It's a little too late to step away from your murder victim.”
“I'm not going to lose any sleep over her death,” Alexander said about the fluffy corpse with the broken neck.
“Oh? Confessing right away? What an unusual change of pace," Flavna said. "Though, I wish you'd have been more honest from the start. How long have you been allies with them?”
“I’m not,” Alexander answered.
“An opportunist then,” Flavna said and returned her attention to the thousand-pound Grizwald. “What have you let yourself be turned into, you useless moron? Do you have any idea what I went through to subdue my own men without killing them?”
“Miiiiiilk!” Grizwald groaned, pointed his man-tittes and squirted milk toward Flavna. The two streams of milk splashed on the floor long before reaching Flavna.
“I see,” she said. “I had my doubts about this Beatrice being the one behind the demon attack in the mines, but with evidence staring right back at me—”
“I wasn’t the one that summoned the demons!” Beatrice protested.
“And what do you call that?”
“A Lactating Minion!”
“…”
“Felicia summoned those demons!” Beatrice added.
“And now, blaming the corpse,” Flavna rolled her eyes.
“It’s true,” Alexander added. “The little rodent confessed and—”
“Void by death,” Flavna interrupted Alexander and walked further into the room. “But don’t worry—I will not kill either of you, not yet. The whole city will hear your confessions!”
“Grizwald, Purple Capes, give her a taste of milk!” Beatrice ordered her army.
Purple Capes rose to their feet, Grizwald reloaded his breasts, and everyone watched in shock how Grizwald’s head flew across the air after Flavna kicked it right off his shoulders.