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Part 5 Monetary Monster Harem (TF/TG)
🕑 Added 2025-05-08 21:00:05 +0000 UTCMissiles howled through the air like screaming banshees, trailing fire and smoke across the marble floor of the bank’s twisted main hall.
Joker ducked low, her coat snapping like a whip as the explosion from the last missile tore open the ground behind her. Shards of broken tile scattered like glass rain. She didn’t stop to look behind her.
Another missile. Another dodge.
She launched her grappling hook without hesitation, the cable hissing through the air and latching onto a twisted iron chandelier overhead. In one fluid motion, she swung… up and over… her body arcing through the haze of smoke and neon.
Beneath her, the bloated mass of Piggytron rumbled, its armored bulk gleaming a sickly gold color. Mounted atop it, a sneering Kaneshiro barked orders from inside a fortified control pod, his face twisted with ugly excitement.
“Soon your friends will fall!” he roared over the loudspeaker, his voice crackling with static. “And you’ll be next, pretty little cow!”
Joker didn’t answer. She flipped midair, landing lightly on a fallen column before launching herself into another swing, grappling hook catching and releasing in rapid rhythm.
Another barrage of missiles erupted behind her.
She barely touched the ground before she was airborne again, moving like a crimson phantom.
Fast, fluid, untouchable.
The new curves of her body… her thick thighs, rounded hips, a full, straining bust should have slowed her down, but they didn’t.
If anything, Joker moved with even sharper grace now, as if daring the weight to drag her down and fail spectacularly.
Kaneshiro snarled, smashing a meaty fist against the console.
“I’ll turn you into a slow, dumb, milky girl who’s good for nothing but work!” he bellowed. “A fat little cow, waddling around, mooing when I tell you to!”
A missile blasted past her ear. Too close.
Joker spun in the air, flipping once, twice, and landed in a crouch atop a steel beam jutting from the wreckage. Smoke curled around her boots. The lights of the palace flickered, gold veins pulsing in the walls like arteries ready to burst.
She straightened slowly, brushing dust from her coat, and lifted her chin.
Her lips curled into a sly, dangerous smile.
"Funny," she said coolly, the smile fully visible now. "If you're the fly, that makes me the spider."
For a split second, the entire battlefield seemed to pause.
Kaneshiro’s smug grin faltered, even if just for a moment.
Which is all she wanted. Without hesitation, she flicked her wrist, launching her grappling hook again. The cable hissed through the air—thunk—burying itself deep into a twisted metal beam hanging precariously over the battlefield.
Before Kaneshiro could react, Joker yanked hard.
The beam groaned under the strain, shuddering violently. It had already been loosened by Piggytron’s earlier rampage. Now, with Joker’s weight and momentum swinging off it, it gave way completely.
CRAAAAASH—!
The massive beam ripped free from the ceiling and plummeted.
Piggytron tried to lurch backward, but… it was too slow.
The beam slammed into its side with a deafening metallic shriek, smashing armor plating, throwing sparks into the air. The entire hulking mech shuddered, its balance lost completely.
Joker didn’t give it a chance to recover.
She swung low, retracting her grappling line, and drove her blade deep into the already-damaged plating as she passed.
With a sickening lurch, Piggytron toppled, crashing onto its side with a shudder that made the whole floor shake.
Kaneshiro screamed, flailing inside his control pod as alarms blared around him.
Bundles of cash erupted from the busted cargo hold. Fistfuls, sacks, entire sheets of glimmering gold-inked yen bursting outward in a glittering explosion.
Joker landed hard, crouching low and recovering quickly… only to have landed right in the middle of the monetary storm.
And for the first time…
She got hit full force by Kaneshiro’s corrupted money.
The bills clung to her. Melting into her jacket, her skin, her body.
Kaneshiro’s eyes lit up with manic glee.
“YES! YES!! Finally!” he howled, pounding his fists on the console. “Now watch! Watch as you become my perfect little cash cow!”
But then…
He stopped, and stared.
Joker rose slowly from the pile of notes, the paper sliding off her like water. Her body shuddered violently briefly but then settled.
Kaneshiro’s grin faltered again.
Her breasts were growing bigger now… much bigger… much round, heavy, pushing against her shirt so tightly the seams creaked with every breath. They visibly shifted with a faint, unnatural sloshing sound, like something rich and heavy had pooled inside them.
Kaneshiro had licked his lips in anticipation.
And then he saw her eyes.
Not two.
Eight.
Eight glowing, sharp and determined spider eyes opened up one by one, now staring back at him from Joker’s face, arranged symmetrically across her forehead.
Cold, inhuman, predatory.
Joker tilted her head slightly, all eight eyes narrowing.
Kaneshiro stumbled back in his seat, suddenly feeling very, very small.
“W-What the hell?!” he gasped. “You—you’re supposed to be a cow! Not—not that!”
Joker said nothing.
She just smiled.
A slow, wicked smile that promised he wouldn’t like what happened next.
Kaneshiro slammed his fists onto the controls, snarling into the microphone.
"You’re supposed to be a cow!" he roared, voice cracking. "Slow! Dumb! Obedient!"
Missiles exploded around Joker in a frenzied scatter, but she moved through the chaos like smoke: Simply impossible to catch.
Every swipe of her blade cut closer.
Every swing of her grappling hook cornered him tighter.
Piggytron lurched backward, gears screeching under the strain.
Joker wasn’t walking anymore.
It felt like she was hunting. Hunting him.
Her eight gleaming eyes never seemed to blink, yet seemed to shine brighter every time she dodged another explosion.
She slashed at Piggytron’s side, carving another jagged wound through the golden plating. Sparks and shredded armor scattered in her wake.
Kaneshiro pounded the controls harder.
"No! No! No! You’re supposed to be my prize! My best worker!" he shouted, voice shrill. "Not... not this spider freak!"
Desperation overtook him.
Kaneshiro yanked the control lever sideways and threw Piggytron into a wild charge, aiming directly at Joker.
She sidestepped at the last instant, letting the lumbering mech crash headlong into a marble wall.
CRUNCH.
The impact was brutal. Cracks spiderwebbed out across the stone.
Piggytron groaned and shuddered, stumbling as its systems overloaded. The heavy machine tipped sideways, its mini legs screeching uselessly against the floor.
Joker didn’t waste the opening.
She lunged.
Her blade flashed as merciless as she had ever been.
SLASH.
One mechanical leg toppled to the ground with a crash.
SLASH.
Another joint severed, metal hissing as golden hydraulic fluid sprayed from the wound.
Kaneshiro screamed, trying to stabilize the machine… but it was too late. Joker was a storm, an unstoppable predator tearing through her web's trapped prey.
SLASH.
SLASH.
One by one, Piggytron’s legs collapsed beneath it, crumpling into a twisted heap of gold and steel.
The mech groaned once more… and fell, crashing into the floor with a shudder that shook the entire room.
Piggytron wasn’t getting up again.
Joker stood above the wreckage, breathing hard, body twitching from the residual magic still crawling under her skin.
Kaneshiro, wild-eyed and sweating, scrambled out of a hatch in the wreckage.
His arms were full, stuffed with as many bundles of cash he could possibly carry.
"No!" he shrieked. "You’re not winning! You’re mine!"
Before Joker could react, Kaneshiro dumped the entire load over her.
Cash rained down like a waterfall, sheets of golden yen slamming into her head, her shoulders, her chest… burying her in an avalanche of cursed wealth.
She staggered under the weight, arms momentarily lost under the flood. Until she was almost completely buried beneath a mountain of gold.
Kaneshiro stumbled back, panting heavily, watching the money slowly melt against her skin with feverish hope in his eyes.
"This time," he gasped, "This time you’ll break!"
The notes shimmered gold, sinking into Joker’s flesh, her blood, her very being.
Deep within her… something stirred.
Kaneshiro watched, heart hammering in his chest, eyes wide with feverish anticipation.
"Yes," he panted. "YES! Change! Become mine!"
At first, it seemed like it was working.
Joker’s body shuddered, trembling under the mountain of cursed wealth. Her shoulders twitched violently. She tried to raise her head, but couldn't. She tried to stand up, but couldn't.
Kaneshiro leaned forward, sweaty hands gripping the edge of the ruined Piggytron wreckage.
And then…
Something snapped.
Not her mind.
Her body.
Joker let out a low, rumbling breath, and her back bulged outward inhumanly. The curve of her hips expanded, but not with the soft, mindless fat Kaneshiro craved.
Instead, her entire lower body shifted, twisted, grew.
Her butt stretched out, elongating unnaturally, forming a massive, armored spider's abdomen. It was smooth, black, segmented, pulsing faintly with internal magic.
Six new limbs tore free from her sides, each of them sleek, sharp spider legs, ending in almost glowing points.
They slammed into the ground one by one, supporting her now towering, monstrous frame.
Kaneshiro stumbled backward, his breath catching.
"N-no," he stammered. "You're supposed to…! Supposed to…!"
From the sides of Joker’s head, two small cow horns curled outward. Almost laughable compared to what had happened to her lower half.
It was the only concession his cognition had managed.
Joker rose slowly, her eight eyes glowing brighter than ever, gleaming with cold calculation.
She towered over him now, part woman, part spider, part cow, and part something he didn’t even have a word for.
Her coat fluttered around her transformed body like a dark banner of war.
Worst of all…
She didn’t look confused.
She didn’t look broken.
She didn’t look obedient.
All eight of Joker’s eyes locked onto Kaneshiro with chilling focus.
Not a single flicker of submission.
Not a single crack in her will.
Only the patient, inevitable gaze of a spider who had caught her prey.
Kaneshiro shook his head frantically, tripping over his own feet as he backed away.
"Th-this wasn’t supposed to happen!" he screamed. "You’re supposed to be stupid! You’re supposed to listen to me!"
Joker didn’t answer.
She didn’t need to.
Her body spoke for her.
Every step of her new spider legs was deliberate, heavy. A slow, certain death march.
The money that had soaked into her blood, the very magic Kaneshiro had used to turn all of Joker's allies against her, had only made her more terrifying.
A creature perfectly designed to hunt filthy, bloated flies like him, and he could feel it.
She pulled out her gun and pointed it at him.
Kaneshiro no longer saw a way out.
BOOOOOOM!
The walls on either side of her exploded inward.
Thick clouds of dust and marble shards burst into the room.
Joker flinched, forced to stumble back as two massive figures burst through the debris like a tidal wave.
Ann and Morgana.
But not the friends she knew.
Not anymore.
Ann sauntered through the breach first, moving with lazy, luxurious grace. She was dressed like a sphinx harem queen, her body barely wrapped in flowing, opulent silks. Cat ears flicked atop her head. A massive peacock tail shimmered behind her, vibrant and decadent.
Her spiraling golden eyes glowed with a sick, polished devotion.
Behind her, Morgana emerged like a living disaster.
A ten-meter tall dragon-hydra, black-scaled and monstrous, slammed into the hall on pounding clawed feet. Eight thick, powerful dragon necks rose from its back, and from each neck, a busty, dragon-girl Morgana torso emerged, each one snarling or grinning down at Joker with terrifying unity.
This was a much more monstrous showdown than any of them had anticipated.
Joker shifted her stance immediately, spider legs anchoring against the floor, gun whipping between them.
Ann’s lips curled into a coy, predatory smile.
"Hands off, pretty spider," she purred, her voice low and honeyed. "Our master paid good money for that one."
Morgana, all eight heads, let out a low, rumbling growl that shook the broken marble beneath them.
"You’re not laying a claw on him," Morgana snarled, a dozen voices overlapping in one monstrous chorus.
Before Joker could react, Ann and Morgana surged forward, moving with coordinated precision.
Ann darted in first, a blur of whip and claws, using the moment of shock to snatch Kaneshiro from under Joker’s gun.
Morgana slammed her massive bulk into the ground between them, wings spreading wide, cutting Joker off with a wall of scaled muscle and talons.
Ann slipped back behind Morgana’s massive form, cradling Kaneshiro like a rescued prince.
Kaneshiro sagged into her arms, gasping, eyes wide with terror and relief.
He hadn’t moved under his own power. He had no fight left.
But as Ann stroked his sweaty hair with one clawed hand, and Morgana lowered her heads to form a living shield around him—
Kaneshiro smiled.
A weak, broken smile.
Because he still had them.
Even if he was useless now.
Even if he was a worm.
He had paid for loyalty.
And they were loyal.
This fight was still winnable.
That's when Joker suddenly lunged at him again, making Kaneshiro squeal in terror.
Ann darted forward to intercept, silks billowing like battle banners, her whip flashing in a deadly arc.
Joker twisted her body, spider legs skittering across the marble, slipping just beneath the strike. The whip cracked against the floor with a deafening snap, missing her by inches.
Ann clicked her tongue in annoyance, already spinning the next strike into a flurry of blows, her whip and claws slashing the air.
Joker moved like an unpredictable mix of a phantom and a spider.
Absolutely uncatchable.
Her new body, monstrous as it was, had only made her faster.
Every time Ann’s whip slashed, Joker’s abdomen twisted away, dodging the attacks while simultaneously closing the distance. Yet when she came too close, Ann slashed with her claws, forcing Joker to pull back again.
Morgana joined the attack. Two, three of her dragon-torsos lunging forward, clawed hands reaching, trying to seize Joker by sheer bulk and force.
But they were slower.
Much slower.
Joker danced between Morgana’s strikes, moving like a red thread through a gauntlet of claws and gasping faces.
No one could touch her.
But she couldn’t reach Kaneshiro either.
Every time Joker adjusted her angle, trying to aim for the bloated man trembling behind his protectors, Morgana would shift, wings slamming into the ground, torsos closing ranks, a black-scaled wall of muscle and talons shielding him completely.
Joker lashed out once… twice… blades and silk strikes aiming for Kaneshiro’s exposed side.
But Morgana always caught it.
The blows never landed where they needed to.
Ann kept pressing, fluid and predatory, never letting Joker settle into a counterattack.
The room echoed with the clash of silk and claws, the scrape of marble under spider legs, the deep rumbling of Morgana’s hydra growls.
Each side circled the other in the half-shattered hall, their heartbeat pounding in their ears.
Breathing hard.
Staring.
Waiting.
No one could make progress.
The air grew heavy with magic and exhaustion.
Joker crouched low, panting, her eight eyes narrowing.
Ann twirled her whip lazily through the air, golden eyes gleaming.
Morgana hunched protectively over Kaneshiro, who clutched at Morgana's dragon leg, too afraid to even move.
And then-
Rumbling.
A distant tremor shivered through the broken tiles beneath their feet.
The clash froze.
Every monster in the room turned their heads.
A distant banging rose through the air, like far-off explosions rolling through the ground.
Wind battered the broken walls, swirling dust into frantic spirals.
It sounded like a storm was coming.
The rumbling deepened.
Dust spiraled higher.
Wind screamed through the shattered gaps in the walls.
And then—
The tidal wave hit.
A towering wall of intangible, shimmering money surged through the broken hall.
It didn’t slam into them.
It didn’t crush them.
It simply passed through.
But the moment it touched the marble floor, the very foundation of Kaneshiro’s palace shuddered.
The golden floor beneath Joker’s spider legs shifted, melted, recolored, shimmering from pure, bloated gold to a rich, sharp blue-gold hue. The walls rippled with the same transformation, gilded greed bleeding away into sharp, artistic refinement.
The atmosphere changed.
The air smelled different. Cleaner, cooler, sharper. Like ink on paper, like freshly dried paint.
Everyone instinctively braced against the roaring wind, anchoring themselves against the floor.
Joker crouched low, spider legs dug in deep.
Ann shielded Kaneshiro with her silks, wings flaring instinctively.
Morgana’s eight dragon torsos hunched protectively over their master.
But even through the howling, even through the chaos…
Something was wrong.
Ann’s movements slowed.
Morgana’s heads stopped gasping.
Both of them blinked once…
…and then just stood there, their eyes wide, their faces blank, like marionettes whose strings had been cut.
Kaneshiro saw it too.
He screamed.
"NO! NO NO NO! NOT NOW!" he wailed, trying to claw on Morgana’s massive paw, but it was fruitless. She wasn't moving.
Joker straightened slowly, watching the intangible wave wash through the endless money shelves, through the piles of gold, through the broken remains of Piggytron.
Everywhere it touched, the money changed.
The endless shelves of Kaneshiro’s hoarded wealth were no longer bloated and golden.
They were clean, crisp, and blue-tinted.
The faces printed on the bills were no longer Kaneshiro’s smug, grinning visage.
They were—
Joker reached up, catching a single drifting note between two fingers.
She stared.
There, striking a dramatic pose mid-brushstroke, wearing a smug little smile—
Yusuke.
The Yusuke bucks were taking over the palace.
A new order was replacing the old.
Joker turned slowly, feeling the pressure in the air shift again.
Behind her, Ann and Morgana’s mouths opened slightly. Barely a whisper, barely a breath.
But she heard it.
Both of them spoke at once, voices soft, reverent, half-dreaming:
"Yusuke..."
Joker blinked.
Then she smiled.
Wide.
Dangerous.
An idea sparked behind all eight of her eyes.
An idea to end this.
Joker fired her grappling hook high, the cable swinging through the air until it latched onto the jagged edge of the massive, battered safe still looming over the hall.
With a snarl, she yanked herself into motion and with a twist of her new spidery exoskeleton arms, she fired a blast of sticky spider silk toward Kaneshiro.
The threads caught him squarely around his bloated frame, binding his arms and legs in a sticky web.
Before Kaneshiro could scream, Joker yanked.
Both of them shot across the broken hall the weight of the safe tilting, groaning ominously, before…
Slamming into the vault's base.
WHAM!
The impact shattered the delicate balance.
A roaring avalanche of gold bars, cash bundles, and silver coins tumbled free, crashing to the floor like a tidal wave of greed.
Coins scattered across the floor like raindrops. Bills fluttered in a wild storm. Dust and light blurred everything into a dreamscape of wealth and collapse.
And at the center of it…
Joker landed atop Kaneshiro, one of her spidery knees digging into his bloated chest.
He gasped, half-submerged in the endless pile of Yusuke bucks.
The money wasn’t inert.
It was melting into him.
Slowly.
Inevitably.
Kaneshiro writhed, face twisting, body beginning to glow faintly under the thin layer of cash.
Joker leaned close, her eight eyes gleaming, her voice cold and triumphant.
"You are no fly," she hissed. "You’re just a moth, drawn to Yusuke."
Kaneshiro choked out a protest, coughing on the swirling paper. "N-no—!"
But Joker grabbed his forehead and shoved him deeper into the money, submerging him completely.
Only a wet gargle rose up in response.
The money responded violently, rippling through Kaneshiro’s form.
His arms shrank.
His bloated stomach deflated.
He shuddered, his very structure melting, reshaping… growing taller, slenderer, softer.
His fat fled from his sagging gut, racing down into his legs, swelling them into thick, powerful thighs.
A deep, instinctive horror flickered in his eyes, but Joker’s voice cut through him like a blade.
"You are a moth," Joker growled, pressing her knee harder against his chest, "Irresistibly drawn to Yusuke."
Kaneshiro shook his head weakly, fighting it.
"N-No... I can't be... a moth...!"
But the palace didn't care.
His will was nothing compared to the new foundation flooding the world.
His chest swelled gently.
His face smoothed into delicate, feminine angles.
The remaining bloated mass vanished into long, thick, gorgeous legs.
Joker’s head tilted slightly, curious. Almost admiring the transformation. Almost questioning why she was doing it like this. Yet she knew she couldn't stop now. Her voice stayed steady.
"Yusuke deserves everything." She spoke, almost whispering into Kaneshiro's ears. "And as a moth, you will give everything to him."
Kaneshiro’s breathing hitched.
"...everything..."
The last threads of resistance melted away.
Joker could feel it. She could see it.
Even though somewhere deep inside she knew she should stop…
Knew this wasn’t exactly what she had planned…
She didn’t.
It was working.
And it was beautiful.
The bloated gangster she had fought was gone.
In his place was a tall, stunningly curved woman, her body wrapped in soft silk-like skin, thighs thick and heavy, hips swaying with barely-contained power.
Behind her two massive, radiant moth wings burst from her back, unfolding with shimmering, delicate grace.
Two slender feeler antennae curled from her forehead, twitching slightly in the golden-blue light.
Kaneshiro…
No, whatever she wanted to call herself now, blinked with her now gentle, spiraling eyes up at Joker.
Breathless.
Reverent.
Joker leaned down, whispering one last truth.
"You are a moth."
"And Yusuke is your sun."
Kaneshiro, or rather what was left of her, let out a long, trembling moan.
And then everything went white…
—
The phantom thieves have been stuck in Kaneshiro's Bank for quite a while now. So long that it seemingly started to affect them. Even Joker couldn’t get away unscathed. The leader of the phantom thieves now is no longer who she used to be.
