For a moment, Jiro stood naked, looking at Tae. Without the shower curtain, water sprayed out, hitting Tae’s face and chest. She didn’t seem to mind. She stood there looking at Jiro with a smoldering red glow in her eyes.

“Wh-what are you doing here?”

Tae didn’t reply. She pulled her sports bra off and threw it into a corner. Now she was naked except for her work pants. Her breasts, covered with white scars, were much larger than they had appeared under the sports bra. Streams of water ran down her cleavage.

“I th-thought you were going to make a bite to eat.”

“I just did,” Tae replied. Her voice was almost a growl. “And my meal is right here.”

Jiro gulped. What happened to being sly and cunning?

Tae let out a strange sound. Almost like a purr. “It’s been a while since I had a man …”

Jiro thought about the men’s underwear in the closet. What happened to all those men? Did they go home without their clothes? Or did something worse happen? Sheena didn’t seem to kill her victims, but who could say that Tae wouldn’t.

Tae purred again. Then she lifted an arm and ran her tongue up her forearm, from elbow to wrist. Like a cat grooming herself.

Oh god, thought Jiro. How was he going to get out of this thing? This was at the very least going to end in a sneezing attack.

Tae was changing now … Her disguise melting away. Her gray work pants faded away to muscular legs, covered in the dark fur. Her feet became large paws with claws at the tips. Her forearms seemed to swell with muscle, and fur grew there too. Her hands became paws. Patches of whiter fur appeared on her knees, her elbows, between her legs. And all the while, her tail swished like a puppy in heat.

Oh no, what do I do?

In his panic, an idea suddenly came to Jiro. He released little Jiro, put his hands on his hips, and took as confident posture as he could. Then, with his best Sheena voice, he said:

“Turn around. Turn around and show me your ass.”

Tae paused. “That’s more like it,” she said, licking her paw seductively. “Now that’s more like it. I thought for a moment you were ...” She traced Jiro’s nipple with a finger, brought it to her lips, and licked it. He quivered and felt his nose starting to itch. “For a moment I thought you were gay.”

“I said turn around and show me your ass.”

“So you’re into that kind of thing? You seem more like the passive type.”

“I change when I get excited,” Jiro lied.

“Alright,” purred Tae. “I can play that game.”

Tae turned and stuck out her butt. It was as muscular as before, but now covered in a thin layer of steel gray fur. She smacked it, rippling the muscles. The spray from the shower hit her buttocks and ran down her legs. Her fur glistened from the bathwater. Her tail wagged back and forth.

Jiro stepped out of the bath. Another step and little Jiro would have his head buried in her fur. “Now bend over,” he said, forcing himself to speak slowly, to keep his voice from quivering.

Tae looked back at him bit her lip. “Ooh, just like that? Without any foreplay?”

More out of desperation than anything, Jiro grabbed Tae’s tail and squeezed it. Tae let out a moan. Mhmhm. Jiro’s nose twitched again. He could feel the sneeze in his throat. Just a bit longer, he thought. Stay cool. Stay cool.

Tae looked back at him and blinked. “You can see my tail?”

“I said bend over,” he said, barking it like a command.

Tae bent over slowly, giving Jiro a full view off her ass and her furry, muscular legs.

“Now get on your knees.”

“What?” Tae looked up at him from between her legs.

He grabbed her tail again. She moaned. “I said get on your knees,” he said. “Not talk.” His own voice sounded funny to him

“Wow you really like it rough, huh?” purred Tae. She licked her lips. “I kind of like it. Maybe I’ll make you one of my regulars.” She got down on the tile on all fours, with her furry butt up in the air, tail wagging.

Jiro took another step forward … and kicked Tae in the ass. Or, rather, he put his bare foot too her furry butt and shoved her as hard as he could. Tae fell to the floor. Then, in that split second, Jiro grabbed Tae’s tail one last time. Before she could react, he looped it through the towel rack and tied a knot.

He hopped over her naked body and ran out the bathroom door. Only then did he sneeze. And it wasn’t even a big sneeze. It was true. With monster girls, his allergies were a little weaker. He had managed to kick a kaiju in the ass with only a minor reaction.

“Draw me the map,” Jiro said from the doorway.

“What?” Tae sat up and fumbled with the knot of her tail.

“I said draw the map for me kaiju. To Ken’s house. If you do that, I will untie your tail.”

Tae furrowed her brow. “Are you trying to intimidate me?” She reached up for the towel hanger, which was set into the tile of the wall. She gripped it with her paw.

And tore it straight from the wall, tile and all.

Jiro gulped. “U-uh can’t we talk about this.”

“No more games, little human.”

Jiro backed away.

“I thought we could have a little fun. But now there’s no more fun for you. Only pain …”

Jiro took another step and slipped on the floor. He fell backward, still naked.

“N-no you don’t understand. I’m here on a mission for Sheena.”

Tae stood over Jiro, one clawed hand raised like she had lifted the cleaver in the fish shop. Then she put the paw down and let out a sigh. “Oh, you know Sheena.” She sat down on the tiles and began to pry the towel rack out from her tail. “Why didn’t you say so earlier? Would have saved me all that trouble.”

“I … you …”

“And to think I had to put up with that terrible smell of yours. You really did need a shower.”

“I smell bad?” babbled Jiro.

“You did. And I have a sensitive nose. Took you long enough to get the hint. Wet towel. Shower.”

Jiro grabbed a towel which had fallen from the rack and dried himself off. “Can you just tell me where Ken is.”

“Sheena … Ken.” Something seemed to click for Tae. “So you’re here about the island then. Soko Island.”

“Soko Island?”

“That’s the name isn’t it? Where Sheena spends most of her time, when she’s not man hunting.”

Jiro nodded, pretending to understand.

Tae pointed a paw at the wall of the bathroom, where she had torn out the tile rack.

“I don’t need to draw you a map. Ken lives here, in the same apartment building. Two doors down, Room 108.” Tae yawned, pulled one of her feet to her mouth, and began to lick it like a paw. “You could have told me earlier. Now I’ve got to go back to the shop and try to fish for another man …”