Love Struck

CHAPTER 1

Igor Dewjude shuffles through the spaceship to his laboratory. Beast Maker watched countless videos on humans and came to a conclusion. Humans love sex and cute things. The hunchbacked scientist has developed ideas for the next two Beasttiaries.

Igor grabs a clear cylinder container that holds the cosmic energy that Beast Maker produces. He places the container in the hole that is on the pod. He hobbles over to the computer and starts creating the Beasttiary's human form. He makes her African-American, with waist-length jet-black hair, and blue eyes. He makes her six feet and four inches, and finally inputs the age, twenty-two. The cosmic energy is released into the pod. For her Beasttiary form, he makes her into an anthropomorphic black cat and makes her three inches taller. He gives her red eyes and long sharp fingernails. He makes her the same age and calls her Cat Scratch. The process was complete.

He grabs another container and hobbles over to another pod and places it in the hole that is at the head of the pod. He returns to his computer to start a new creation. For her human form, he makes her Caucasian and gives her waist-length pink curly hair and purple eyes. She will be five-feet and eight inches and will be seventeen. For her Beasttiary form, she will have all that, plus she will have purple wings with a purple tail that has a heart-shaped end, and purple horns coming out from her forehead. For the outfit that she will wear, she will wield a whip with a heart-shaped end, just like her tail, and will wear black latex knee-high heel boots, black fishnet stockings that goes up to her thighs, a black latex mini skirt, and a black backless latex corset.

The pod lids slide open horizontally. White smoke covers the laboratory as two beautiful human looking girls emerge. The smoke immediately dissipates as the vents suck it all out.

"Hello, you two." He smiles, rubbing his hands together. "I assume you two will need human names like Tarmac." He adds. They are already caught up to speed about everything via the data that was uploaded into their cognitive functions.

"Call me Amanda Lust." The fair skinned girl smiles.

The African-American girl thinks for a quick moment. "I like Angela Felicia."

"You two are good to go." He grunts, printing out two gold credit cards. "To make sure you two are not followed, you two will live in the city until your mission is complete. These credit cards do not run out of currency."

"What is our timeframe?" Angela asks, a stern look on her face. The girls continue to sit in their pods.

Igor notices the unclothed girls. He gets to work on printing them out clothing to wear. Angela is given a black knee-length babydoll dress, gray yoga pants, and black sandals. Amanda is given a pink sports bra, a pink wavy knee-length skirt, and purple boots that stop right before her knees.

They stand up, getting dressed in their attires.

Amanda Lust spins with joy. "I look so adorable."

"Focus, Amanda. We have a job to do." Angela chastises.

"Let's go to New York and visit Coney Island." Amanda suggests, smiling with glee.

"You are not to leave Blueblaze." Igor tells them, looking at their data on his computer.

Amanda slumps over a desk, dramatically. "Woe is me." She sighs, enunciating every word. She continues in the same tone, "Why is life so unfair?"

"We have been alive for about five minutes." Angela reminds her comrade.

"Five long minutes." Amanda complains. "I am horny as hell."

"I made you too be seductive and sexually charged." The old man says to her. "But you are not just there to fool around. Do not forget the mission. The Crystal Keepers must die, and you must retrieve the Ugoneagems."

Amanda responds with a yawn. "Whatever."