Ever since the Interspecies Cultural Exchange Program started not too long ago, I doubt that my old, peaceful, lonely life would be updated to be a life that is full of wonders, misadventures, and mishaps. Sometimes, thinking about it for another second would be not too bad, and the other second is for worrying about anything that could happen in a short amount of time. I love to get myself immersed in quietness, but when everything's getting too quiet, it's going to be scary as fuck. With this Interspecies Cultural Exchange Program, I am going to expect some significant "fixes" for my little heaven, to fit the criteria of any new species that might find their way here, learning my culture and as well as creating an everlasting bond for both humans and the Interspecies Exchange students. Later in the evening, some of the guys from the Contractor Squad began to barrage my little abode with engineering stuff they brought. They began to drill holes, cutting my wooden windows, breaking my beautiful cups and glasses, repainted my room with a brighter paint color, and they even moved my best internet spot to somewhere upstairs. I tried to ask them about these "fixes," but none can provide an answer and left me with a mountain full of paperwork that I needed to sign. Busy "rebuilding" my house, it seems.
This house was bought for my mother's birthday three years ago, but since her death was inevitable and any of my family members didn't inform me, the house that is intended for my mother now belongs to me. I called this house "Matriarch's Refuge." A place where my mother could do anything to her grandchildren and as well as taking good care of me. I was the only daughter and the sole heir of my family. It hurts when she is the one who's very close to you, and then she left you with all of her experiences and stories to roam the world, probably expecting to do the same thing that she did before. I never knew who was my father or his whereabouts. I only know that he went somewhere out of town and never came back – I would say that he's cheating, but after mom took all of her inner powers and strength and pushed it to the limit, the only information she got is that my father is dead. The cause of his death is unknown, and they never found the body.
My husband was a soldier and went into service two years ago, and he promised that he would tie the knot after his service, but he never came home and left me with my mom and a wolf named "Iron Horse." A rare dire wolf that won't leave my house and always caught in the act to "flirt" with the horses and local live stocks by chasing them around while howling, which led me to cut the act by 50 percent. Iron Horse is a funny wolf, she often acts like a dog and a cat at the same time, and she is also quite emotional with me. She's almost six and a half years-old, but her spirit and her strength still match the younger-aged wolves. She also loves to chase Matthew the Mail Man, one of my neighbors that she loved so much, mistook him for a butcher that once supplied her with 1.5kg of meat every day. Matthew is afraid of wolves, even the cutest little ones.
My house is a medium-sized home, housing my mother and my father's grave in the backyard, along with their photographs and a yard filled with produce, ready to eat or sell at any time. Both of my parents took farming seriously and even supplied the whole village with their produces, so the farmers, the ranchers, and the town could thrive. Most of it are cauliflowers, parsnips, green beans, and three type of chili.
Come to think of it; Iron Horse would love to spend most of her time with me in the backyard. Running around the produces and help me pick the second-best ones for personal consumption, and the best ones to sell in the local farmers' market. The ones that didn't make it sold as additional farmers supplies for half the price, and some of them stored in kegs to get pickled. One morning, in the early moments of autumn, some animal conservatory members visited my little house and asked me to let them bring Iron Horse back to its habitat, and of course, Iron Horse resisted and injured two out of three animal conservationists. Although I can't see Iron's cry or tears, the conservationist felt that coming and telling me to take good care of the dire wolf, on Iron's behalf and they never come back. Several hours later, the Contractor Squad is finishing up the house and leave immediately. I haven't offered them anything, but if that what they want, I'm cool with that.
Later in the evening, a small trailer truck came by with four figures wearing suits like one of those I once saw in Men in Black.
"Hello and good afternoon." They greeted. "I wish you are in good health and everything's fine."
"Why, thanks. I'm fine!" I smiled. "So, what are you going to do? It seems that your Contractor Squad didn't tell me anything why they "remodeled" my house." I asked the representative.
"Forgive us for not informing you about the Interspecies Cultural Exchange Program, but one of our members miscalculated the range of our new interspecies' host family, and we cannot undo the process."
"Why wouldn't you ask me first by phone? I'm sure that I'll give you any permissions to "rebuild" my house, and this came with a concise notice." I said, a little angry and unpleased.
"Forgive us, missus. I wish that we could undo the process, but it's the rules."
"Fuck rules, okay?" I said, clenching my fists and getting my angry nerves a bit harder.
"I am sorry, we still can't undo the process," he said. "Now, that the rebuilding is complete, now we are assigning Rachnera Arachnera, an Arachne, to live with you and you're her host."
In disbelieve, I angered. "Now you're saying that I'm going to be a host family for a fucking spider. As if nothing worse could come here."
The representative sighed in disappointment. "Ah, well, I wish we fired that guy, missus, this wouldn't happen," He continued. "Well, I hope whatever happened to you both lead us all to a better future for humans and interspecies alike. Sorry for the inconvenience and we'll take our leave."
As the representative went back into the trailer and left me with the Arachne, I could do nothing but to accept what fate has brought me and finally live with a spider.
"Thank you for showing me your true colors, darling. Most of the host are pretending to like us, but now, I see that you don't like a single thing from me." Rachnera said, and smiling.
"My pleasure, Rachnera. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a yard to tend to, so get comfortable inside, and we'll find for something to relieve our stress, yeah?" I said while heading back to the backyard and tending the garden. "I'll be in touch with you in, say, thirty minutes."
"Happy farming, Dear." She smiled.
"Don't call me "Dear!" We just met, you know?!" I said, feeling uneasy with her words.
A/N: This is my first fanfiction for Monster Musume. I hope you all enjoyed it. Constructive comments and reviews are welcome.
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