Daniel stirred in his bed, the thin blanket tangled around his legs, as he hugged the warm fabric tightly.

It was early in the morning, and Saturday nonetheless.

As the sun peeked through the cracks in his curtains, casting weak gray light across his messy room.

Posters of video games and faded band logos peeled at the edges on his walls, and the faint sound of birds chirping could be heard from outside.

He was half-asleep, his nap a peaceful one, but it was quickly disturb when heard loud voice's coming from beneath him, or rather from downstairs.

He groaned as he covered his ears in vivid annoyance.

"Agh, who the hell is making all that nosie??"

He said to himself getting up, cold in his eyes, he made his way to the bathroom, and wash his face, his vision slightly distorted from just getting up.

And forcefully at that.

As he made his way done the stairs, after wiping his face, he could tell that his mom was fighting with his sister again.

He peeped above, looking down betweens the railing.

His mom's voice was firm as it was stern, like she was laying down the law. Then Marcy was firing back like a gunshot.

"...Dump that loser Carlos right now, Marcy! He is nothing but trouble...a gangbanger in that SOD crap. You think I don't know what he is dragging you into?"

Daniel blinked his eyes open, rubbing at them with the back of his hand.

He was 13, old enough to know when to stay out of his sister's drama, but young enough that it still made his stomach twist.

Marcy's voice shot up an octave, filled with shock.

"What the hell, Mom? How do you even know about Carlos? And SOD? That is none of your business!"

"It is my business when my daughter is wasting her life on some damn good for nothing thug who'll get her killed or worse! And don't think I haven't seen those notifications on your phone...OnlyFans? Really Marcy? You're peddling pictures online like some cheap whore? Get a real job, Marcy! Something that doesn't involve spreading your legs for strangers on the fucking internet!"

Daniel's face heated up at that, even though he wasn't in the living room with them.

He was suprise that their mom, finally found put.

He knew about Marcy's side gig...everyone in the neighborhood talks about it behind her back, or rather the boys she basically sell her picture too.

But hearing this Mom say it out loud like that was really shocking.

"Is it weird that I find my sister disgusting, no I know why she is doing it but still, their are other ways to raise money now?!"

He said to himself, as he continues to watch the two go at it.

As Marcy exploded.

"Fuck you, Mom! You don't get to judge me! Carlos is the only one who gets me, not like Dad worthless ass sitting around gambling away our money! And yeah, I make bank on OnlyFans...more than your shitty office job ever will! At least I'm not slaving away for pennies while the world falls apart outside!"

The argument escalated quickly after that, words flying like knives. Mom calling Carlos a bad influence who was turning Marcy into a delinquent whore, Marcy cursing her out with every foul word in the book, slamming something at her, that being a chair in anger, as Martha their mom dodge out the way as the chair hit hard against the floor.

Daniel sighed, long and heavy, his shoulders slumping. This wasn't new. Marcy and Mom clashed like fire and oil, especially since Dad turned into a ghost of a man.

He slipped out from the steps, basically bored or rather not wanting no part of this so early in the morning.

Heading back to the bathroom down the hall, turning on the faucet to drown out the noise as he stripped down for a quick bath.

The water was lukewarm, but it beat listening to the yelling downstairs.

By the time he was scrubbing soap out of his hair, the front door slammed hard enough to rattle the windows. Marcy storming out, no doubt.

Footsteps pounded up the stairs, no, wait, that was the doorbell.

Daniel hurried, drying off and throwing on jeans and a hoodie, his wet hair sticking up in spikes.

He totally forgot he was hanging out with his friends today.

Downstairs, he heard his mom's voice, calmer now but clearly filled with exhaustion.

"Oh, hey boys. Daniel's upstairs, I heard shower turn on. Either way, I'm heading to the supermarket...be good, alright?"

Daniel poked his head around the corner just as Mom grabbed her keys and purse, slipping out the door with a tired wave.

Standing in the living room were his two best friends.

Neil and Sam.

Neil was the fat one, chubby cheeks flushed from the morning chill, his oversized t-shirt straining over his belly, curly hair, basically a mess like he had just rolled out of bed.

Sam was the opposite...lean and wiry, dark-skinned with a fade haircut, wearing baggy shorts and a tank top despite the cool air.

"Sup, Dan?"

Neil grinned, fist-bumping him as they trooped in.

"Yeah, man, what's good?"

Sam added, his eyes lighting up with a mischievous spark.

Daniel shrugged, still shaking off the argument vibe.

"Wanna play on the console upstairs? Got that new shooter game COD 8 a couple days back."

Neil nodded eagerly, but Sam shook his head, pulling something from his backpack with a dramatic flourish.

"Nah, dude, I came over to show you guys something way cooler. My dad finally came back from the military last night, and he brought this bad boy with him."

Sam said, as he boast to his friends.

He held up a sleek black drone, about the size of a dinner plate, with a high-res camera mounted underneath. It looked legit, a literal military-grade drone, all matte finish and whirring props one would expect from such high spec tech.

Daniel's eyes widened in amazement as he said.

"Whoa, cool! That is fucking insane dude!"

Neil leaned in, poking at it.

"Dude, that's like spy movie stuff. Your dad's really is the coolest man!"

They all crowded around it in the living room, buzzing with excitement like proper 13-year-olds...giggling, high-fiving, imagining all the epic stuff they could do.

"Either way, let's go to court and get this bad boy up in the air."

"Sure, just let me my phone from upstairs in hen we will head out."

"Sure, don't take too long though."

Sam said, as Daniel rushed back upstairs to retrieve his phone.

On it was a sexy pic of Yorichi from Bleach doing her famous sexy cat pose.

Lightning flaring around her, the time was 7:58 A.M, October 14th.

"Nice, let's head back downstairs now."

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[15 Minutes Later]

The community basketball court was empty this early in the morning, just the cracked asphalt and rusted hoops under a pale morning sky greet them.

The neighborhood still felt half-asleep, given it was a weekend, houses hunkered down with curtains drawn, the ever-present chill in the air hinting at the dangers that kept everyone inside after dark.

Fluxs, something that made everyone stay inside, despite being apart of Sector-07. One of the more safer Sector's, and a safe zone at that, so Fluxes being present here was a very low chance.

But the boys didn't care...they were out here with the drone, Sam at the controls on his phone app, Neil and Daniel huddled around the screen.

Right beside him, on the upper parts of the court bleachers.

Naturally Sam was bragging.

"According to my dad, this thing can fly up to fifty kilometers, easy you know." Read complete version only at novel⁂fire.net

Sam bragged, launching it with a whir.

"Military-grade, man. Covers the whole damn neighborhood and way beyond. Dad said it also got a 4K camera, night vision, the full works basically."

Neil whistled at this commented again.

"Your dad's so fucking cool man, I am so jealous. Mine just sits on the couch watching reruns of Breaking Bad."

"Yeah, seriously."

Daniel agreed, watching the drone zip up into the air, the feed crystal-clear on Sam's phone. They took turns steering it, laughing as it buzzed over rooftops, dipping low to scare birds or zoom past their neighbors windows.

But then, as they guided it over a cluster of houses a few blocks away, something caught their eye on the screen.

A familiar sight of Ms. Rita's backyard. Ms. Rita, one of the Milf's in the neighborhood, she was a curvy one, always in tight clothes, with a flirty smile that made all the guys go crazy for her, god forbids how many time Daniel beat his meat to her, the same goes for the other boys here too, not will none of them will admit that.

Still though, she was out by her pool, lounging in a robe that had slipped open, and... oh man was she hot.

She stood at 5"5, average height for a woman, still for being in her mid-forties, she was one smoking peice of hot ass.

She was a white skin woman, in the old world, her ethnicity would be a White Woman.

However she was mostly tan skinned, her bra marks revealing her true skin color, for always sun bathing early in the morning. She had some rather unique tattoos, a flower bush tattoo on her ass cheeks.

Her breast was large, about perky D-cup, her areolas pink, and nipples hard.

She had beautiful yellow eyes, and pericing at her lips.

Still, despite how hot she looks, it was what she was doing that caught the three horny boys attention.

"Dude, is she?!...

Neil's voice cracked.

The drone's 4K feed showing Ms. Rita's action live. Currently she was alone, her hand working a massive purple dildo between her legs, head thrown back in pleasure, drilling her went cunt fast and hard.

The boys froze, their faces turning red, but they couldn't look away, as their horny teenage curiosity was kicking in hard right now.

"Holy shit, she is so fucking hot."

Sam whispered, zooming in a bit.

"Look at those tits. And that ass damn... I heard Hessle fuck her, saying she is a serious Size Queen."

Daniel swallowed, his heart pounding, but he had to agree.

"Yeah, everyone says she loves black dudes, cause of their size."

Neil nodded furiously.

"Totally... Milf are just the best man... Bet that dildo is nothing compared to what she is used to. Man, I'd kill to take it's pl...

But then, as Ms. Rita arched, clearly reaching a hard and long orgasm, something horrific happened as she cum's her brains out.

Her body shifted, as it began to twist and distorted. Black tentacles erupted from her pussy, and anus, slick and writhing, snaking up her torso, and shaking as if in pleasure.

Her stomach area soon split open, revealing rows of monstrous, jagged teeth, like some nightmare creature bursting out. Her skin rippled unnaturally, eyes flashing with an inhuman glow.

And a wide smile plastered on her face.

The boys yelped in unison, stumbling back.

"What the fuck?!"

Daniel screamed, his voice breaking.

"Is she a Flux!? Or maybe a Hesta."

Neil gasped, eyes wide with terror, speculating on different possibilities on what she might be.

After all, they didn't want to jump the gun.

Still they had no time to properly think about it, because moments after.

Sam fumbled with the controls.

"Shit, shit, she is looking up!"

On the screen, Ms. Rita...or whatever she was, snapped her head toward the drone, 300 meters away in the sky. Her face contorted in surprise, those tentacles retracting back inside her, as she bolted upright, the monstrous form fading but her eyes locking on the tiny speck.

"Recall it! Now!"

Daniel shouted.

Sam mashed the button, the drone whirring back toward them at top speed. They didn't wait, grabbing their stuff, they bolted from the court, their hearts hammering, panic flooding their veins as they sprinted toward home, glancing over their shoulders like the monster might be right behind them.

Still Sam had to get it back to Daniels house, but suddenly as they ran, Sam shouted, as something hard hit the drone, as it fell from the sky, landing somewhere.

"Damnit!!"

He cursed, vividly panic.