Mgs

I was woken once again, by the buzzing of my alarm, that and the shafts of sunlight sneaking their way through the cracks between my curtains. I didn?t really feel like being late for work after what happened last time, sufficed to say that my succubus boss wasn?t the least bit pleased. Well, fuck her and fuck the office too. Why the fuck did I go to Monstergirl city in the first place? Oh yeah, I remember why. I had come to monstergirl city like most other human men, to seek my fortune. I was only a lad of 16 when I encountered the large imposing stone gate for the first time. I had previously thought that the gate was to keep undesirables out, and monstergirls in, but the truth was much more sinister. The 10.5 meter high wall was built to keep humans from escaping, because monsters need human semen to survive, but enough reflection, time to get to work.

As I opened the gate of the bachelor complex I spotted a Kitsune policeman smacking another man?s ass. Hah, Monstergirl City?s best and proudest, ready to ?protect? and ?serve? the masses. What a fucking Joke. The police here, (comprising mostly of monstergirls) was the most corrupt organizations this side of the wall. Hell, most humans were accused of false charges, and then either sold to the baby factories, or kept as pets by the Commissioner, who was a particularly nasty Lilim.

Luckily, all the rape attempts on me have been very unsuccessful, I think it?s partly due to the fact that I can run really fucking fast, coupled with the fact that I carry a 10 inch blade everywhere I go. I?d like to see some fucking manticore try to rape me when she has a serrated blade stuck in her abdomen...again. I got on the train, followed by a Rich skeleton girl, and her harem of men. Poor fucks had pacification collars and were on strong looking leashes. This woman, who radiated a demeanour as cold as the grave, and a look just as fearsome walked to the other end of the tube carriage and sat down, and began pleasuring herself. Two other salarymen next to me stared on in disgust, and after a while started whispering conspiratorially, glancing over their shoulders for the police. Men were not allowed to leave MG city, which was a special case, with completely different laws to any first world country. All men were considered to be slaves of the state, and as such, were treated as property. This may sound grim as fuck, but in reality it just meant that runaways from MG city would have to be returned. The two salary men were busy discussing the rumours of a Tanuki that was willing to smuggle people out. Of course, I knew that that was all bullshit. First, she?d steal the clients money, and use them as whores in her brothel in exchange for a ticket out, then she sold them out to the police, and got handsomely rewarded. My company handled her accounts.


Having got off at the station, I stopped at the local coffee Kiosk, and picked up a caramel cappuccino. The Kitsune barista that made me the coffee flashed me a grin, and proclaimed that it was on the house, after a few seconds she maliciously added, ?No strings attached baby, just come by tomorrow too?. Fresh Coffee in hand, I walked to the office, casually dipping in litmus paper to test for drugs, and promptly threw away the spiked coffee at the next bin. I was sitting down typing up some investment spreadsheets when the only other human working came in, 20 fucking minutes late. Little cocksucker. The succuboss didn?t mind at all, and openly hit on him. The little shit had only been working there for 3 days when he was promoted to assistant director. It was quite clear he was sleeping around for favours, the little whore. The oddest thing about him was the fact that he was... Indescribable, he had a face that was so generic and ordinary, that you could almost say he didn?t have a face at all. His hand tailored jacket, made out of pure Arachne silk, had the words [SELF INSERT], engraved in gold thread along his collar. I was fucking mad at him for having it so fucking easy, these reports are fucking killing me, but he gets to breeze by because he?s sleeping with the boss. It doesn?t help that none of my co-workers hit on me, they all hit on this completely average cocksucker suckup bootlicker piece of shit, I bet he has a Kikimora maid too.

After work, I ran all the way home, because the trains that ran at this time were known to be full of molester scum, and the notorious public menace Miss Bones. The police kept ?catching her? (mostly by the virtue of them getting on at the same time as her, and providing protection for her as she set up her fast moving subway orgies). Fucking Pig scum, there should definitely be more humans on the force, equipped with sharp fucking swords and full riot gear. Maybe then the monsters would think twice about raping, ?hehe, if only?. I got home and cracked open a beer, and pondered what to do. The answer hit me like a 10 ton truck.

After getting ready for a bit of light exercise (doesn?t hurt to be faster than the crazed cunts chasing you, right?), I hit the local forest path. This time was safe for jogging, because most of the monsters had moved out of the parks, and into the cities, in the hope of getting men drunk and drugged up enough to get some easy sex. I had been jogging for at least 20 minutes, the gentle burn in my legs and lungs let me know that I was making progress, because to survive with your virginity and sanity intact in this shithole, you have to be able to run a marathon, and sprint the 100m, sometimes consecutively. To my surprise, I heard the guttural grunts not far off to my left, and then I was grabbed by a muscular red hand. The red oni behind me hadn?t even worked up a sweat yet, and I slowly reached for my 10 inch blade. It was then that I noticed the large, silver and diamond ring on her hand.

?Thank Fuck for that? I loudly exclaimed
?Huh, what are you talking about little human?? The oni woman sounded a bit puzzled by my outburst, especially seeing how she had grabbed me previously. I pointed to the ring on her hand, and exclaimed how glad I was that she was married. She seemed like a decent enough sort, so I decided to hear her out, rather than sprint home. Turns out, she just needed an exercise buddy. We worked out a bit together, and I counted her pushups for her (over 510). I slipped her husband into the conversation, because I was wondering whether this was all a ruse to get me comfortable before she jumped me. ?Oh my husband [SELF INSERT] is a real great guy, shame he?s in the hospital due to a broken pelvis?, she nervously giggles to herself. When asked why she fell in love and married him, she responded with a ?He?s really kind, and he was nice to me this one time in high school, of course, I had to compete with four other girls, including the dragon who bullied him constantly, but I won in the end?. Her face is beaming with pride and trickling with sweat. She goes on to talk about how her husband [SELF INSERT], or as she calls him, Anon, stays on the Computer most days, and refuses to exercise with her. She asks me to be her buddy again, and I agree, because she?s already been defanged by this poor pelvis-less bastard, and I needed someone to keep monsters off my back in case they tried some shit while I was jogging alone.

I waved goodbye to the Oni called Alicia, and made my way home. Oh boy, the post was here. Bills, bills, and more fucking bills, as expected. Wait, there?s a letter from the Monstergirl Orphanage. I had applied, because I wanted a Kikimora maidgirl to clean up the house while I was at work. There?s nothing wrong with Monstergirl Child labour anyway, and it?s a small form of payback for all the baby factories that every singe human woman, and male criminals are forced into for the entirety of their lives. I read the letter, and the big bold red lettering spelling out REJECTED, was stamped over my application. They went on to explain that they weren?t some wish fulfilment cheapshot  plot device service to introduce adopted Monstergirls to various [SELF INSERT] dads, because single working fathers aren?t the types of people that will provide a stable place for the little girl to grow up in. Fucking shit, I had really hoped for a way to ease my burden, but such is life in monstergirl city.