volume 3 Chapter 47 : Avocado descending

Izzy taps her watch. "Cat, we have news; be there soon," Izzy says and helps Jacob to his feet.

Jacob dresses quickly, and together they make their way to the bar. The bar is packed. Jack Harrington is sitting on the bar, feet dangling, facing the crowd, a thick cigar in hand and a piece of pizza in the other. "It's bad, folks; unless we can find the child, they will do something drastic."So let's band together and end this," he says over the murmurs of the crowd. "There is only one place left he could be. I am suggesting all of us pack up and head into the labyrinth and find the child."

The crowd looks around nervously.

"Well?" Jack Harrington asks the room, "Who is with me?"

The room goes quiet.

Jacob raises his hand and starts to speak. Jack Harrington cuts him off. "Well, looks like it's just us boys." Jack Harrington says, pulling his two bodyguards close.

They look terrified.

"It won't be so bad," Jack Harrington chuckles.

"It's impossible you're not a hero, Jack, not anymore," the Cat says, appearing from behind him. His nose twitched at the idea of Jack Harrington's ass on the polished surface of his bar. He quells his anger. His ears perk up, and he spots Izzy in the crowd. "But maybe another option has just opened up."

Izzy pushes Jacob toward Jack Harrington. "Tell him what you found out."

Jack Harrington looks down at Jacob. "What did you find?"

"I visited the doorkeeper and Josh, and the doorkeeper says the Minotaur has him," Jacob says in one breath.

Jack Harrington chews on his cigar. "I had a suspicion but no proof. I was told the door didn't know, and now he knows. How convenient. Regardless, that still leaves the problem: no one can solve the labyrinth without defeating the Minotaur, and we do not have a hero on hand."

Meanwhile, in the labyrinth

The cleaner is buzzing softly as he and the Minotaur are playing a round of chess. The oversized pieces are a struggle for the insectoid to move, but the Minotaur does them easily. The cleaner watches as the brute picks up his pawn with one hand and moves it one space forward.

The cleaner wraps 4 arms around the body of one of his pawns and lifts it just enough for it to slide across the surface and lets it go where it wobbles around and then stays in place.

The cleaner chitters loudly as the Minotaur takes his last castle. They nod to each other; the game ends in a draw.

"Reruns of whose underwear are these is about to be shown on the distraction box I must depart. Same time next week?" The insectoid buzzes and nods and leaves.

The Minotaur snorts in agreement and waves him away. He drops and does 20 pushups, looking up and seeing the small lizard person, now 4 feet tall and also doing pushups, imitating him. The muscles on the child are impressive. The Minotaur nods in approval. He looks to the doorway leading to the labyrinth and its miles of tunnels. He imagines the elevator up to the human world; he imagines all the fertile wombs ready to carry his progeny and continue the lineage of the Minotaur.

He pictures one in particular. He imagines Izzy stretched impossibly tight with his cock inside her. Thrusting deep, he pictures filling her, her belly inflating like a balloon. He pictures tiny Minotaur running around; he pictures a whole herd of them guarding labyrinths everywhere again.

He snorts in frustration.

back in the bar.

The cat smiles. "Oh, we have a hero all right, but not the one you would expect." The cat grins at the irony. "Well, we have 2, but one is probably watching reruns of some terrible 80s game show."

Jack Harrington waves his cigar, the smoke curling up toward the ceiling. "Get on with it, CAT," he demands.

Meanwhile on the floor of the bar, Dr. Blob is wiggling between feet; he rolls from shoe to shoe. peering out between them. "Izzy," he wibbles, sounding like a ghost, but no one can hear him because he is a ghost. He chuckles. and rolls to Izzy's leg; he stretches upward and grabs her knee.

Izzy's arm swings down and tries to dislodge him. "What are you doing?" She pushes him off her leg.

Izzy looks up, seeing the cat pointing at her. "What?" she asks as Dr. Blob wibbles under her shirt and pops up between her breasts. The room looks at Izzy as it appears she has three breasts for a moment. She slaps at the blob. "What the hell are you doing in there?"

"I have created the three-breasted alien!" the blob wibbles, and Izzy blushes brightly.

The cat smiles at Jack Harrington. "You have known it just as long as I have. Izzy is the one who will solve all of our problems; that's why you let her stay."

Jack Harrington rubs his face. "I don't know what you're talking about, but she might stand a chance; she has had sex with Grup, after all. but she isn't ready."

"But she is the only one who can save us," the Cat meows, watching Izzy tug the slime out of her bra. It stretches, not wanting to go.

Izzy tries to throw his blob across the room. At first his slime sticks to her skin, but he lets go and lands on Grup's head. He takes on the appearance of beautiful green hair before Grup throws him across the room, where he sticks to the wall. "Fine, if no one wants to play, I will go find someone to play with elsewhere."

Dr. Blob sadly rolls out into the reception and then out into the open world.

Izzy, adjusting her clothes, looks around. "What can I do to help?"

The cat smiles. "It looks like you're going to have to be sacrificed."

Jack Harrington frowns. "We don't do that anymore; he doesn't like it..." Jack sets the cold pizza down and looks at Izzy. "But what if we offered her up as a virgin?" He rubs his chin.

"What? That sounds... I don't think that's a good idea; I think that ship sailed a long time ago," Izzy says, holding her stomach. "What about Jacob? He has never had a real appendage inside him."

Jacob blushes brightly thinking about his sordid affair with the silicone lifeform. "I, uh, don't qualify anymore."

Izzy looks at him with deep disappointment. "I guess that leaves me... Maybe he will make an exception; he seems to like me."

"What we will do is tie you to a stake and wheel you to the front of the labyrinth. After a few minutes he will storm out and take you to the heart of the labyrinth. From there you just have to convince him to give you the child and then make your way out of the maze," the cat says as if he were rattling off a chocolate chip cookie recipe.

"You know, just like that," Jacob says furiously. "This is a terrible plan."

Izzy's cheeks are red; this is almost exactly the fantasy she had in mind. "Will it work?"

The cat frowns. "I hope so; we need the child back, or this gets worse—way worse."

Outside the window of the bar, an avocado-shaped ship descends through the atmosphere. A siren blares inside the bar, and the cat looks out the window to see the giant ripe avocado-shaped interstellar attack vessel squat down and bulge under its own weight as it sits on the sandhills.

"You need to go now, Izzy." The cat pushes her away from the bar. His arm stretching impossibly long from his torso.

"Marlon, Trever perform the ritual and tie her to the post," Jack Harrington demands.

Izzy kisses Jacob firmly. "I will be back soon. Stay safe."

"You can't abandon me here," Jacob says angrily. "I will go with you."

"No, go visit Audrey; she will take care of you and make sure you're safe," Izzy demands. "And don't give me attitude or a week of diapers," she threatens.

Jack Harrington nods his head, looking out the window at the large avocado-shaped object. "Wise choice; he will be safe there. Tell her I said 'watermelon bagel,' understand, Jacob?"

"What's that mean? I won't go!" Jacob says, upset and frustrated. "I will go with Izzy."

"Marlon, Trever, take him to the nursery, then tie Izzy up," Jack Harrington says, then puts out his cigar.

"Izzy, you can't be serious," Jacob says, head lowered.

"Go, I will be ok, I promise." Izzy smiles, kisses Jacob one more time, and pats his butt as she sends him away. She feels weird about the interaction, but her belly says it's time to fuck a Minotaur.