Time skip (friend of the hunt had perks)

‘You know this life ain't that bad* ' Percy had thought to himself, sitting comfortably in a salon chair.

He sat back relaxed as the huntresses Yoko, kali, Daryna and Daniela, (OC's )did their amazing work. It was a full spa day today, including mani-pedis so much more.

The huntresses had already given him a full body waxing, a full body massage and now they were giving him finishing touches with a mani-pedi.

In front of Percy was a standard Barber desk mirror setup. ( he still didn't care to ask what the name was.) Baring all for him to see.

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Percy's face was covered up with a creamy green mask used for cleansing his pores.

Admittedly.

It looked weird in the mirror but it did work effectively. Unfortunately As a product of all those facials, his face tended to get a bit mucky up there.

(Yeah the pimples made from of cum weird thought but hey! it happens, oils and stuff can build up there so can thick juicy demigoddes spunk can as well.

yes, he could theoretically use his demigod magic to extract all of the pus and build up but that took time, and the precision of a fine surgeon.

It also just wasn't as satisfying. sure, damaging his skin was bad he recognized that. He still preferred that over large amounts of pulling those pimples out manually.

his powers did help get rid of a few cysts,(build up caused fromm all that fighting he did getting into the pores.) So that was a plus, ironically the easiest solution, was a simple skincare routine. Along with the occasional Green tea mask.

The green tea had the easy benefits of protection against skin cancer, fights premature aging,( of the skin just because they were immortal does not mean skin doesn't stretch) reduces redness and irritation, helps treat acne, and finally moisturizes skin.

( One would think being the son of a sea god would make it so that his skin was effortlessly moisturized, HA! there are days when he felt drier than a desert.)

Percy sat, in a state of relaxation and tranquility, he finally had a chance reflected upon his life.(something you didn't get to do often in his line of work. Being a demigod was scary. Always, being hunted by Some monster of myth or legend)

He had changed a lot over his years in the hunt.

His hair has grown out, no longer a shaggy disheveled mess. Now It was practically was a long thick all consuming veil of night.

A vail that Yoko was tenderly brushing. oh he loved that feeling. Being comb, being groomed under a fine hand.

for perspective when Percy was in his high heels and his back was flush. his hair draped down past his ass!

To nearly his feet!

He had to physically hold it up in order to not get any toilet water on it! (Rather annoying)

His hair was a curtain of obsidian, the only color present was a few silver and aqua highlights a stylistic choice to show who he was for. It was also dense and thick in volume(he lost none of that unfortunately) so much, that many assumed it would be rough and irritating on the skin...

they would be wrong, the texture of the hair was silky smooth to the touch, Like a warm blanket. This is thanks to a large amount of care and washing.

His ability to manipulate water boosted by his status as the Moon huntresses whore, granted him many abilities. "Some considered to be a unnatural" For example total control over how his pores work and how water can be used to cool his skin.

Percy truly loved his hair, There were just so many uses.

'Its just so fun to curl and twist'

'the way it moved in the wind GODS'

"And the way when it was pulled by the ladies, especially by Mistress….."

His hand slithered up to touch and soon to pull absolutely gitty about it, a fetish he admittedly developed.

....only to be slapped back by Yoko with a ruler.

and forcefully placed back into the loving care of Daryna who was in charge of giving his left hand a manicure,

'Gods damn it ADHD' he thought.

'Maybe This the reason why mom didn't allow me to have long hair in the first place.' he reflected. That likely not getting his hair used as leverage for a monster to attack and eat him.

That's not even mentioning how thick his hair got. It took what felt like hours to get it straight By hand.

Sure his ability to manipulate shampoo helped But it's still wasn't as useful as one might think. He could however pull a Medusa hair tentacle trick if his hair was wet. Dry hair is only dead keratin.

Right now

Much of that hair was sprawled out sprawled out behind the chair back dipped in a bowl of warm saltwater, yoko was slowly brushing and shaping it in the water. Tending to it. He was like a doll to her.

A really fidgety dick sucking doll,

Percy was relaxed...

Or at least, he was trying to relax. Unfortunately his ADHD disagreed with him. He felt always alert.

Yoko's fingernails were made of celestial bronze.

It was like he had a spider sense, always alert to the fact that tiny daggers were at his neck and head.

Genuinely, Percy didn't want to be squirmy under these lady's care, it would be rude! all he could do was stare into the mirror.

Behind him, and way behind Yoko was a miniature waterfall and pool combo. Where is he spotted a few hunters leisurely soaking in the pool.

On the one hand, he could use his powers to splash one of the girls to cause a splash war but at the same time, He had seen them enter sweaty and disheveled. They needed this.

His eyes later drifted to his own body admiring the outfit.

Percy had chosen to wear his black crop top shirt, That absolutely hugged tight around his chest. along with a lovely heart-shaped man boob window.

No sleeves. there was silver etching along armholes. And right around the heart.

'Yeah sure a bit tacky but hey you like what you like' Even if you like femboy aesthetic

His shoulders were completely bare, along with waxed armpits, gods now he understood why girls took so long preparing for anything fancy. The amount of effort in these was insane. Brightside is a lot easier to deal with than odor absorbent in hair.

His well toned stomach was fully exposed. Strong as steel abs.

Even after all those gallons of delicious sperm, there was not a true dent to his luscious figure!

sure percy appeared soft but he could still fight. He could slaughter an monster army at Tartarus if he truly wanted to!

Ok there was a bit of growth at the hips but he didn't mind. Thick thighs can save lives and being able to crush a hydra's head with your thighs was a skill.

Wrapped around his sexy exposed waist was a "Blue Star Deep-sea Jellyfish Printing Lace Sweet Lolita Skirt" that went down to his knees, obscuring the rest of the outfit. It gift from his mother. After all these years she still lovingly supported his endeavors. Whatever they may be.

'I really should visit more often, estella's birthday is coming up soon.

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'I hope, she still likes dinosaurs'_

His silver headband, wrapped around his head, with silver leaf like etchings decorating the piece. It was a gift from Lady Artemis herself. in the centerpiece there was a tilted crescent moon and a arrow. Signifying that he was with the hunt.

The few piercings that he did had on at the moment were hidden from underneath the veil of hair. Enchanted to never be lost or uncomfortable.

His choker collar had A silver wolf, pennant. lightning bolts attached to either end, like earrings. A gift from Thalia. He also had a few necklaces on.

Normally He would have had on those lace gloves and fishnet fingerless gloves sleeve thingys. But again manicure.

Complimenting the rest of the outfit would normally be his silver jacket. the fluffiest most warmest coat he ever had. that was off right now, delicately placed on the coat rack.

Below, Percy's, fabulous skirt was a pair of panties & garter belt that would normally held up his fishnet stockings.

currently Percy was "tucked" at the moment.

It was smooth as a board, The silky smooth white as snow panties covered up anything. If a camper or monster or mortal would have seen him, they would have thought he was a girl.

He loved his outfit. His style had _grown tremendously. Compared to his bland boring Old wardrobe. This was positively vibrant. - - - - - -

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To Percy's back, was Yoko, however because he was kind of unable to move at the moment, he was unable to look back at her to see her gorgeous smile.

Like Medusa he could only stare at her through mirror

Yoko(only Yoko she had no last name, or would it be first name), was a Korean-Japanese anarchist Huntress. She was recruited some time before the fall of the anarchists Commune in Manchuria, she had long black hair and a "I'm totally not adorable face" although trying to come across as mature and sophisticated.

(Gods she looked adorable with her cheeks puffed up, embarrassed. Trying to hold back pleasure. Oh he loved it here)

What Percy loved most about Yoko was hearing her stories, some were about her loving Korean mother. Or her rebellious Japanese father who fled because of his hatred towards the empire. She was considered a bastard child to the imperialists of Japan. A time when the xenophobia and racism from Japan was at her height.

Yoko was a expert at the oral tradition (that's what she said ;)able to weave such tragic tales with ease.

He heard about the suffering that would later take the region, Rivers turn red with blood, dirt literally turn to mud with blood... Babies on bayonets spikes...

Systematic **** on a mass scale... It was so much. It was a Wonder that he was able to get her to open up about it. Glad he did, She was a better teacher and better storyteller than his high school history class.

honestly, what she saw and heard, he will never ever take for granted how easy his demigod life was as especially now.

He knew at least partially the horrors of the Holocaust and of German crimes, But Japan was a fleeting topic. It's a lot more different when you have a living breathing person Who was willing to talk about such atrocities. The mass state ****. So much...

It was no surprising that because of her trauma, she was one of the more anti male participants in the hunt,

It was only precedent That saved Percy from the full rejection of her.

(heck Percy hadn't been the first, if he remembered correctly it would have likely been Hippolytus, he died due to neglecting Aphrodite's advances. Artemis was okay with him because he was Ace,)

Percy couldn't blame her hatred, she was one of the few cases to be ****, still allowed into the hunt because of her being still young and besting one of Artemis is lieutenants. Few mortals were able to do that.

Currently he could see just above his had in the mirror and he gave her a wink, with a sexy look. Unfortunately a lot of that nuance were lost under his green face mask

To His left and right were the huntresses Daryna & Daniela, two faternal twin Ukrainian girls. They were yoko's best friends. As they had survived in similar time. both of the girls were giving him a manicure, incidentally making it, so he was him unable to touch himself because of their strong grip.

The two twins were hard asses with hearts of gold. Pints of mischief and loads of fury and Hope.

Percy loved full body waxes, as they resulted in his body feeling as smooth as a baby's bottom (he always felt weird about that phrase but oh well.)

'it was probably was a reason why mom didn't allow me to do it, because of how much of a sensory distraction it could become...

got a few scars defying that order though...'

Located Right below the kneecap. Was a scar that had long since faded.

Percy still remembered that. The gash was not deep but stung like hell, and it was definitely not a small cut. The cut was a practically large Gash was along the outerpart of his font shin.

Long as the length from the tip of his fore fingers to the end of his palm.

He still questioned how he didn't get caught, and

he does look fondly on that, it was one of the first times he shaved by himself, but it was also the first time he saw his healing abilities from water. (Long before camp, thought he was a water bender for for some reason) Apparently it doesn't fix stupid decisions made by one's own hand but it did make sure he didn't bleed to ****. So Plus?

As far as camp knows, it was made by some monster or some stupid decision. As far as his mom suspected it was probably one of Gabe's "incidents"(he was so glad that man is stoned at daddy's Piper's home)

However as far as the rest of his friend group knows it was probably one of it his stupid ideas,

Even after he got rid of the shame, now having fully embraced his love of feeling when shaved, he still was ashamed of how stupid a decision that was. No one will ever find out

The twins Daryna and Daniela had platinum blonde hair, eloquently framing their face. They held Crystal blue eyes that pierced the soul of all who got in their way.

each had scars from their days in the Makhnovshchina, their skin was slightly darker due to long days in the Sun.

(They're similar background in their politics also helped in the matter of friendships)

And their tales of their life also held just as much grip as yokos

Including fight not only the white Army of Russia, backstabping Bolsheviks but also francoists in the Spanish civil War, and Nazis in the second world war.

That didn't even stop them from also fighting backstabbing Bolsheviks

Truly, their life was a conga line of misery and strife, But they survived.

And that's why they good were friends with the Yoko.

They were not ashamed of witnessing **** and destruction and granting it to their victims. If it meant for the survival of people they loved people they held dear, they would fight to a bitter end.

It's a shame the revolutions failed. Thare would have been so many new people to find new cultures!

They once told him about their time with tanchakas, horse-drawn carriages with machine guns at the back, mowing white army men

Daniela was the horse rider,Daryna was the gunner. They had seen so much.

The huntress Kali Khatri was one responsible for giving him the lovely pedicure

Kali was a Hindu demigoddess who descended from the actual Kali. evidenced by the black nearly blue skin and her FOUR ARMS!

Each of her six limbs held traditional jewelry and gems. The only thing signifier as a huntress was her modified white jacket that was also off at the moment.

she had been an immigrant from India, having fought against both the British and Imperial Japan. When he first asked ignorantly about Gandhi, Her words against him was like fire.

****, child molester so much history he never knew. Eastern history was something he never learned. There was other members of the hunt that always reminded him. It was okay So long as he kept on learning it was fine. And when he asked about Churchill .

And now he hates the Brits, Irish are cool thou and Scott's. And the Welsh okay mostly Churchill and the British monarchy.

Anyway, The three girl had been in the Hunt for a few years.

Sopposedly, the rumor Yoko and Kali had a first date together watching Imperial Japanese officers be hung. It was a spectacle rather grim one. He never asked if it was true or not.

From what he heard about her mother Kali was the Hindu goddess of ****, time, and doomsday,often associated with sexuality and **** but is also considered a strong mother figure and symbol of motherly love.

Embodying feminine energy, creativity, and fertility - and is an incarnation of Parvati, wife of the great Hindu god Shiva.

(Percy is pretty sure they have an open ish relationship, if not then then they allow each other to bring partners it's how he assumes Nico was born.)

(this is why he's stuck with the Greeks! they were weird but they were at least normal-ish, okay familiar.)

Kali Khatri had inherited a lot from her mother, Including the desire to care for people. Kali just loved doing this type of care for people she cared for.

She also looked good too.

she also had two dicks at will along with a boobs were big and a sweet back muscles. Strong back muscles...

Thalia joked that he got that from his mother.

Groomed to love such dazzlingly blue meat. 'Oh sure. Just because you like to fuck me, And I'll take that lightning rod up my ass, doesn't mean you have to tease me like that'.

Anyway, Kali was giving him a pedicure. On her knees protected by the towel.

She had already soaked his feet in nice warm water, and scrubbed them both down with pumice stone, along with an exfoliating scrub to further remove calluses( he got them bad)

Expertly she worked her hands in such a way that they would would never interfere with each other, he was always impressed.

Right now thanks to her fine work his feet were wrapped in a hot towel wrap, having been prepared for the next part of the treatment.

Which was an order of

clipping of the nails, shaping of the nails, his cuticles being pushed back, a short foot and calf massage, moisturizer and nail polish...

It was a full day

Honestly all of them were strong all of them had been through hardships

But that's what he loved about them. It's why he allowed them to give him such care.

Each held such devotion to their community so much so that they would be willing to burn down the oppressive system. Unfortunately this moment of peace and quiet could not last Forever.