>Monstergirl City
>You've Come home from work
>You've been Hoping this time no Bimbo Mothgirls or 'Hooing' Owlgirls have broken into your home
>This time there are Catgirls.
>Stray Catgirls and they look pretty rough.
>Looks like they've made themselves at home, your couch, curtains and carpet have been shredded.
>They're passing around a bong which appears to be stuffed with Catnip.
>You're starting to get sick of this shit happening.
>"Hey bitches, looks like our butler's here." A Catgirl wearing ripped jean shorts and a spiked collar says.
>No shirt though. That's pretty obvious.
>"Why don't you go make us something to eat? Maybe then we'll go easy the first time we tie you to the bed and fuck you."
>Well, time to deal with these faggot cats.
>Without saying anything, you turn and go to the kitchen, while they give out a joined mocking laughter.
>You grab a spray bottle from under the kitchen sink.
>You fill it up with a good amount of water and return to the living room they're lounging in.
>"Hey bitch boy, where's our fo- HEY!"
>You start spraying them with water
>"STOP THAT, OH MY GOD I'M SOAKED."
>You keep spraying them and they start making for the door.
>"YOU FUCKING BASTARD, CUT THAT SHIT OUT!"
>You walk behind them, spraying them with the ice cold water.
>They run outside, spluttering and stumbling all over the place.
>You slam the door shut
>You return to the lounge. This is going to take all evening to clean up.

Such is life in Monstergirl City

>Monstergirl City
>Walking home from work after having to work overtime for your Dark Elf boss.
>It was either that, or go into that room with a vast array of whips, chains and other sex toys for 'employee evaluation'.
>Mous from accounting says she manages to write all that stuff off as business expenses.
>You wonder how on earth she would be able to get away with that, but then your remember this is Monstergirl City, where a megalomaniac Dragon warlord is able to literally conquer businesses with her army of salamanders and-
>"HEY, IT'S HIM!"
>Oh fuck, it's those stray Catgirls again.
>"I BET YOU THOUGHT THAT WAS FUCKING HILARIOUS, SPRAYING US WITH WATER!"
>She's walking towards you, cracking her knuckles while the rest make a circle around you to cut you off.
>This doesn't look good.
>"HALT EVIL FELINES!"
>You all turn to see a Centaur in shining armor with a hefty sword pointed at the Catgirls.
>"STOP HARASSING THIS MAN OR I SHALL DEAL WITH THEE!"
>The stray cat girls decide not to mess with her and jump a fence, running into an alleyway.
>She canters over to you.
>"Are you alright?"
>You thank her, that wouldn't have ended well.
>"Perhaps thou wouldst like to reward me by making love to me at thine home?"
>Woah, you thank her, but you barely know her.
>"Cunt-tease..." She mutters, trotting off to no doubt find more men in danger.
>You keep walking, maybe you should keep water on you?
>Wait...
>Did you leave the bathroom sink tap running at home?

Such is life in Monstergirl City.

>Monstergirl City
>You've arrived home, and there are noises coming from the bathroom where you left the sink tap running.
>You slowly open the door.
>You peak inside.
>The sink has overflowed, water is everywhere.
>Looks like a large amount of Slimegirls have made their home there too.
>They all stop playing around in the water and turn to look at you.
>They're just staring.
>You slowly close the door.
>Back away quietly.
>"THUMP THUMP THUMP!"
>Oh boy, they're breaking the door down.
>You run to your bedroom and barricade the door behind you.
>You jump onto your computer, bring up google and search "How to get rid of slime girls."
>You follow a link to some forum thread.
>"Hey, there's a Slimegirl in my bathtub, how do I get rid of it?"
>You scroll down, scanning the posts for a solution, until the last one.
>"nvm, fixed it :)"
>You've got to be fucking kidding me.
>You hear your door break down and slimes pouring into the rest of your house.
>Oh fuck, oh fuck.
>You make an account and post a message asking how OP fixed it.
>After about 3 minutes, with slime girls starting to break down your door. You get a reply.
>"Don't necro dead threads :)"
>You've been banned. Fantastic.
>As your door breaks down and the mass of Slimegirls flood into your room, you wonder if you should have risked calling the MGCPD instead.
>Then again the last thing you need is for the front door to be broken down too.

Such is life in Monstergirl City.

>Monstergirl City
>You've had a nice vacation away from the hustle and bustle, and the rape, of Monster Girl City.
>As you open the door to your house, you see discarded food packets and crumbs scattered across the floor.
>A small figure, barely taller than 3 feet, gives out a squeak in surprise and runs around the corner.
>Oh hell no.
>You bound after her and sweep her off the floor. The Mouse Girl starts stuttering out apologies.
>Instead of listening, you can't stop staring at a small group of Mouse Girls eating biscuits and drinking tea, chatting about Mouse Girl things.
>You stomp over, having finally noticed you, they try to scatter, but you manage to grab them too. Tucking them all under your arm.
>It's not over yet, you hear a bump in the pantry and the remains of the food, that you bought, leading to it.
>You fling open the pantry door.
>Hundreds of Mouse Girls topple out and collapse on you in a small furry avalanche. Before stumbling over your body, grabbing what food they could carry, and running out of the house.
>You lie there, moaning, surrounded by the remains of your food.
>You hear small footsteps approach, one Mouse Girl is still here.
>"I... I'm sorry about your food mister, b-but I saved this for you... Please forgive us!"
>She hands you a packet of biscuits and runs off holding her face in her hands and blushing.

Such is life in Monster Girl City.

>Monstergirl City
>Have a regular human family, odd I know, a wife and a daughter.
>Daughter wants to go to a concert, she's a bit young and my wife was busy so I got roped into it. Can't be too bad.
>We're sitting around the middle rows, when the lights go out.
>A single spotlight shines on a brightly dressed Siren Pop Idol.
>Ohboyherewego.
>Singing's not that bad, I can see how it'd appeal to girls.
>Daughter seems captivated
>Everyone seems to be as well
>She is kind of pretty...
>Regain my focus, time sure flew by, the concert is over and everyone's applauding.
>Daughter turns to me. Says she wants the Siren's autograph.
>Tell her that she would be too busy and we need to go home.
>She threatens to tell my wife about that messing around with the Goatgirl from the Goatgirl Tower next door.
>Time to get an autograph.
>I manage to run into her before she can go backstage.
>She's flanked by two Onis wearing suits and sunglasses
>She's smoking a cigarette and isn't smiling as brightly as she was when she was singing.
>"What the hell do you want?" She asks me rudely.
>Explain sheepishly that my daughter wanted her autograph
>"Yeah, sure she does, I'm sure she'll treasure it with all her heart instead of selling it on the internet for money."
>Jeez
>Start begging her on hands and knees, eventually say that I'll do anything for one.
>"Anything?" She asks as her mouth curls into a cruel smile.
>An hour or so later I'm hanging my head in shame on the edge of a bed. While she lights up a cigarette.
>"You can have that autograph buddy, you earned it."
>Pick up an autographed picture of the Siren Pop Idol, where she's giving a huge smile, winking and giving a peace sign.
>Leave the hotel room to see my daughter who was being taken care of by the Oni bodyguards.
>Hand over the picture to my daughter and her face lights up.
>She asks if we can get ice cream on the way home
>I say that she already got an autograph, that's enough for today.
>She threatens to tell my wife about how my head was buried between the Sirens thighs and the Siren was making strange moans.
>Let's go get some ice cream...

Such is life in Monstergirl City.