As Michael was walking out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel, he turned to his right and saw Linda sitting on a huge king-sized bed. She asked “How’d it go in there? I heard ya talkin ta someone, en I saw a weird kitty scamperin out the door…”
The Nephilim sighed, wondering “Hey, do you think you could cut my hair? It doesn’t have to be all fancy, just… I don’t know, normal-ish to a certain degree. I can’t really do it myself…”
All around the bedroom were a wide variety of firearms hanging from the walls, or being stored on shelves. It was easy to tell judging from the amount of guns in the goat-girl’s house alone, that the cul-de-sac as a whole, was essentially an enormous treasure-trove for bandits or even other communities in the area. However, it still wasn’t enough for people to be willing to sacrifice dozens of helicopters and tanks, in order to simply destroy the place; yet, Michael didn’t even seem to be concerned about any of that.
Linda smiled wryly, stood up and walked towards him while nodding. After the two of them entered the bathroom together, he sat down on the edge of a rather large tub. She swiftly opened one of the mirror-cabinets and found some scissors, approaching the mostly naked man from behind. “So umm, what’re yer plans? Like, do ya wanna stay here with us, er did ya wanna leave? With that weird birdy an yer ‘powers’, ya can probly make it jus about anywhere… It’s kinda safe here, but as ya saw earlier, we have a few problems with the neighbors, heh~.”
Michael muttered “I’ve never really had any ‘plans’ in my life, but I think most people are like that. The ones that ‘do’, usually spend all their time planning and forget how to actually enjoy their lives. It’s always nice to have a base of operations… a ‘home’ to come back to. Regardless of where I go from here, I’ll probably come back frequently, assuming that you guys manage to survive without me. Hmmm, well, I mean, there’s no reason for me to ‘leave’ either. You have food, guns, ammo, shelter, the climate seems pretty damn good, and even if I wander around… what’s the point?”
She giggled, steadily clipping his hair as the two of them were looking out the bathroom-window. It was tinted on the outside, so the two of them were able to see a huge tan tank, dragging a dozen giant bullet-ridden pigs into the cul-de-sac. There was also a green Humvee that swiftly entered their driveway on the right side of the house, while that colossal armored tortoise lazily settled down on the lawn across the street. The people on board didn’t need a ladder to get down, because there was an elevated platform built next to Goliath’s ‘grazing’ area.
As she gazed over at the horrified faces that were permanently attached to those trees jutting out of that enormous mansion, Linda asked “Mike, I need ta know somethin… Do yer powers include healin? Like, can ya possibly… ‘fix’ my mama?”
Hearing that, he turned around and stared into the goat-girl’s rectangular pupils for a moment; then he frowned, “Maybe… it probably depends on what the problem is. I mean, if it’s an injury, my blood might be able to cure it. On the other hand, she could turn into a giant crab-monster for all I fucking know, hehehe~. Well, I might know someone who could ‘help’ her, depending on what’s actually wrong with your mother.”
The goat-girl grinned, as tears slightly welled up in the corners of her eyes and she sniffled quietly. Then she grabbed his head and forced it to face forward, grumbling “Ya idgit, dun get my hopes up like this! Dun-cha know I’ll be cryin later if it turns out ya can’t really do anythin?” as she continued to cut his hair in very practiced manner.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom not far away from them, an adorable blue kitten was excitedly hopping around. No matter where she went, there were just too many different types of guns and her tiny brain was unable to concentrate on a single item.
“Nyah~, so pretty~! How does it work~?! Meow~! Stupid kitty paws! Can’t~, pick~, it~ up~!” She finally stopped on top of a computer desk, which also doubled as a place to create bullets. There was an AK-47 casually resting upon the left side, which was chrome-plated and had a drum magazine.
As she was growing increasingly frustrated, she finally leaped off of the counter and landed onto the fluffy green comforter, which smelled of rosemary and thyme. She rolled around a few times, before her body abruptly exploded; however, rather than turning into icicle fragments, the cat had transformed into a creamy-pink blob of gunk.
The slime-ball gurgled a few times, gyrating violently and eventually transformed into a pale-skinned, one-meter tall, large-breasted girl. Instead of pink, her feline eyes were golden; her hair was long, wavy and pitch-black. She also had fluffy ebony fur covering her ears and tail, which wiggled around as she stretched her newly formed muscles and joints out properly.
After yawning emphatically, she looked down at her cleavage and grabbed her bosoms happily. Jasmine massaged them roughly and even rubbed her tiny nipples, purring loudly and yelling “Mikey~! Mikey~! Nyah~, Mikey~!” obnoxiously.
A few seconds passed and one of the doors to the bedroom slowly creaked open, but it wasn’t the one which led to the bathroom. There was a bald-headed, deathly skinny woman, with green skin and dark-brown irises; staring at the little girl for a moment, she wanted to speak but her voice was totally gone.
Delilah Day normally didn’t even have the presence of mind to understand what was happening around her, but when gazing into those golden, cat-like eyes, it was as if she had finally become lucid. Of course, that also meant that she was conscious enough to realize a child was laying on her bed and furiously masturbating.
“Nyah?! Mikey~ save me from the scary monster~! JJ beam~!” She pointed her right finger towards the woman and a dense aura of Light, swiftly gathered on the tip. However, rather than a deadly attack, it just glowed for an instant and gave the woman a mild headache.
Within the center of Delilah’s root-riddled brain, a light-green pearl had suddenly formed. It radiated both Light and Nature mana, while pulsating rapidly.
The bathroom door opened, and Linda immediately gazed into her mother’s dark-brown eyes. Within moments, they gained a slightly golden hue, and thin, straight, silver hair abruptly burst from her scalp.
Not only that, but the green skin all over her body had started lightening up, until it was totally pure-white. Yet, the veins and arteries in her face, neck, chest, arms and legs had retained their viridian luster.
Michael had black trimmings all over his chest, face, back and shoulders as he witnessed the strange woman’s sudden transformation. He snickered, commenting “Ah, yep, she definitely evolved; you can tell because of the instant make-over and her tits even got perkier.”
Linda was finished cutting his hair, so she had already returned the scissors to the cabinet. Thus, she was able to hurriedly rush over to her mother, yelling “Mama! Are ya okay?! What in the world happened ta ya?!”
Delilah blinked a few times and noticed that the strange goat-like creature had a face and voice that was eerily reminiscent of her daughter, so she asked “L-Lin, is that you? What happened to me? The real question is what in the hell happened to you?! There’s horns growing outta your head, you’ve got hooves and you’re all furry!”
The two of them didn’t even seem to notice as the naked cat-girl had jumped off of the bed and leaped into Michael’s arms. Jasmine was crying loudly, while rubbing her face on his chest and neck, causing black hairs to get stuck all over her body.
He grumbled “Seriously JJ, ugh, whatever, I need to take a shower anyway, so I might as well do it with you…” After closing the door and locking it, he smirked, carrying the kitten into the large shower to his right.
One of the corners had a convenient ‘stool’, which was the perfect height for him to sit on comfortably. Then he reached out and turned the knob on both sides, making scalding hot water spray out of the shower-head.
Jasmine screamed “Nyah~, no~, Mikey~, I’m melting~, I’m melting~?!” when her humanoid form began deteriorating. She eventually turned into a blob of pink goop, but it somehow managed to maintain its cohesion and refrain from falling off of his lap.
Michael sighed dramatically, muttering “This seems really goddamn familiar for some reason… Oh well, I’ve always wanted to have shower-sex with a slime-girl, but I’ll settle for just using your weird gooey body as lube.”