Mature Content Warning!

This story contains sexual themes and should not be read by those under 18! You've been fairly warned, so if you're a prude or a whistleblower, don't let my boot kick you in the ass on the way out.

By the by, this warning will be on EVERY chapter, per FF's guidelines.

A young man has a unique relationship with several monster girls, due to his strange immunity to plant monster products. This takes place in the Monster Girl Encyclopedia (MGE), written by Kenkou Cross. I've published it in the Daily Life with Monsters, because there's no group for the MGE. You can find the monster girls I've used in this story and many others on the wikia page:

Monstergirlencyclopedia . wikia . com

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any character types in this story that are monster girls. They all belong to the wonderfully talented and perverse mind of Kenkou Cross. I do own the main character and his father, and I own all proper names, so NO plagiarizing!

It's important to note that this story does NOT follow the theme of Monster Musume, in that there's no homestay program, etc. The MGE takes place in medieval times (or somewhere in that frame, though frankly people have written stories that take place now or even in the future), and in this world, monsters are well known but no longer try to kill and eat humans. Due to a new demon lord, now they are obsessed with propogation. Some humans are friendly towards them, but there is a group called The Order that seeks to eradicate them in the name of The Chief Goddess. Also, the aforementioned info is from the wikia and is the intellectual property of Kenkou Cross. If you're a fan of Monster Musume, you'll probably love the MGE and all the amazing stories people have written for them.

This story was a bit of a challenge for me, in that I was determined to keep it a short story AND try to write an MGE story that wasn't loaded with smut (though there is a teensy bit in there which is why this is rated M for mature). I may post this story elsewhere and include some more steamy scenes.

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Chapter 1

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It was another beautiful spring morning. Sparrows were chirping, the sunlight shining through the bedroom window had painted the bed sheets a golden orange, urging the young lad beneath them to take his leave from dreamland. Said dreamland was rather steamy, involving the dreamer and a gorgeous female shower companion bathing under a waterfall, but hardly getting clean.

When said dreamer snorted and turned on his side to shield his eyes, it seemed he would not wake with the morning light.

A rooster crowed, announcing the waking hours had begun.

Once again the young man, determined to stay in his naughty dream, pulled a pillow over his head. But nature had one more trick up its sleeve...

"Wake up ya lazy bum!"

"Mmmph. Gimmie some sugar baby….huh?" Said the young man as he was startled right as the dream was starting to get good. He sat bolt upright, staring bleary-eyed into the face of a very stern-looking Kikimora.

The Kikimora was a peculiar monster girl that excelled at housework and other caretaking duties. They looked much like a human woman, except for their wolf-like ears, and the feathers that adorned their arms and their vulpine-like tail. They were known for being docile and accommodating creatures.

But there were always exceptions to the rule.

"You'll keep your spoon out of this sugar bowl, thank you," said the feathered woman with a smirk. "I can't clean up around here if you're still lazing in bed." She whipped the blankets off the lad, folding them in her hands before briskly setting them down in a laundry basket. "The sun's been up for a quarter hour now. Honestly Calvin, what would your father say if he saw you like this?"

"He'd say, 'Oi Kara, quit starin' at mah son's mornin' wood!'"

Kara immediately flushed, realizing the young man was naked and indeed "standing at attention," but instead of shying away, she held her duster like a weapon and whacked the cheeky boy on his sandy blonde locks.

"Ouch! Cut it out." He said, the pain on his head immediately causing his lower half to calm down.

The flustered maid frowned, "In case you've forgotten, I'm your father's housemaid, wife, and I'm your step-mother. Talking so callously like that is a triple insult to me. If you wore pajamas to bed and weren't such a snarky Pain In The Ass..."

"Yeah yeah, you could spend more time taking care of dad's morning wood instead of dealing with a P.I.T.A. for a step-son. Okay okay, I'm getting up already," he grumbled, swinging one muscled leg over the side of his bed. Just as he hopped up, he felt a sharp sting on his rear.

"Gah! What the hell?"

The Kikimora smirked at him, twirling her feather duster around the way a master warrior would handle a short sword. "That's for your comment. Now hurry up and get dressed. Breakfast has been prepared and its getting cold. Your father's already downstairs eating." And with that, the Kikimora took the basket and walked out, shutting the door behind her.

"Right. Right." He grumbled, yawning once and pulling a full body stretch. While his step-mother called him a boy, he was just shy of 20 summers. His tanned and well-muscled body, thanks to many years of both hard labor outdoors and training, had given him the appearance of an adult even when he was only a teenager. He was no slouch in the cognitive faculties either, having been homeschooled by his late mother before her passing 10 years ago, and then his father, all since he was four years old. An education in this day and age was typically only available to the very rich, or at least the moderately well off. He didn't consider his family as either one, but they certainly weren't dirt poor, and his family came from a long line of intelligent, yet hard-working people.

Lingering for just a moment while the sun warmed his bare skin, he resigned himself to his fate and got dressed. His clothes consisted of a pair of tan cargo pants and a matching long sleeved pullover work shirt. The material was coarse, but it was more to provide protection for the wearer, rather than comfort. All of his tools were in the numerous pockets on his outfit, cleaned and ready from the night before.

With one more lingering sigh about his dream, interrupted, he went downstairs for breakfast.

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"Mornin' son," said his father over a mouthful of eggs. "Know what today is?"

"Good morning dad, and it's Friday," he said, sitting down to a plate of bacon and eggs. He smiled in thanks at Kara, who simply patted his head and urged him to eat up.

"Yup, which means tomorrow's the farmers market, which means if you want to get your floral business started on the right foot…"

"I know, I need to gather those exotic plants I told you I found last week."

"Got your gear?"

He grunted while taking another bite of breakfast and patted his shirt pockets. His father frowned a little, until his son looked in the direction of the door where a Bo staff rested against the wall.

"Good. And you're sure you're okay going on your own?"

Calvin shot him a lopsided smile, "I'm not 15 anymore you know. I've been going on my own to that forest for a while now, and I come back safe every time. Besides, who's going to tend to the rest of the farming business if you come with me?"

The father chuckled, a deep throaty sound befitting of a man of his stature. If Calvin was built like a brick chicken house, his father was more like the stone quarry on the side of the mountain. "I know son, but stronger men than you have been bested by monsters. Just look at your old man- OUCH!"

"You say that like it's a bad thing, sweetie," said Kara devilishly.

Gordon rubbed his head and saw the metal spoon on the floor that had just bounced off his noggin a moment ago. "Heh, well it was a bit different the way you and I met, darling." He said sheepishly. "Present company excluded of course, but I don't want my son to get hauled away against his will."

Kara giggled and gave her adopted son a perfunctory kiss on the cheek, who faux grumbled in complaint, though she knew he liked the affection.

"If your son is anything like his dad, he's going to make some female out there, human or monster, very happy," she said with a warm smile at her step-son. Then her face turned deadpan. "And drive her up the friggin wall."

He felt a retort on the tip of his tongue, but wisely kept it to himself, lest the next metal utensil bounce off his own forehead.

Gordon stood up and drew his wife into his arms, making her squeak in surprise. He stood a good foot taller than her, but her demeanor always made her seem just as imposing as him. Until he kissed her. Then she simply melted.

"Mmm… I love you," Kara sighed.

"Get a room," Calvin said, then barely dodged another cooking utensil thrown with remarkable accuracy.

Gordon just laughed, "You're getting better at that, son." He reluctantly let go of his wife and headed for the door himself, grabbing his hat off the hook by the door and fitting it on his bald head. "Be safe out there," he said before taking his leave.

"I will dad," he said, picking up the dirty plates before Kara could get to them.

"You know you don't have to help me with this," Kara said as he cleared the table.

"I contributed to the mess, so I should help clean up."

"And you're wasting more time in here, trying to keep from going outside in that hot morning sun," Kara said, well accustomed to the young man's tricks. "You realize it's only going to get hotter as the day goes on, so you're better off leaving now, not later."

He rubbed his head, embarrassed. "Okay you caught me. I'll be off then."

Just as he had one foot out the door, he felt a pull on his arm. Kara stared at him with a warm and genuine smile, something she typically reserved for his dad.

"Seriously, be careful out there. I know you're strong and smart, just like your father, but if anything happened to you, I…" she trailed off, looking away.

"I know. I promise. You'd lose your touch if you didn't have me around to keep you on your toes," he said, then flinched as she went nose to nose with him. But instead of a scolding glare or painful retort, she simply smiled and gave him a motherly kiss on the lips.

"Go on, my snarky, handsome P.I.T.A. Get those 'flowers' and show your dad this new venture for the farm is a good one."

He looked at her puzzled. "Why'd you say it like that? Like you don't believe me?"

"How dumb do you think your ol' step-mom is? And I swear if you answer that…" She waited for his remarks, but he was silent. "I do all the housework here, including cleaning your clothes. You may think you wash them good yourself at the river, but you never do manage to get all that 'evidence' washed out.

"What evi-"

"Save it. Whatever you're doing, it's probably both clever and brash at the same time, but I know how much you love this family, so I'm sure it's for a good reason. And I'm sure you have your reasons for trying to hide the truth."

"Thanks Kara."

"Just remember Calvin: You're going to do extraordinary things."

"Yeah yeah, sure I will." He said, rolling his eyes.

"Mark my words, kiddo." She said. "I know you hate it when I'm right, but get used to it."

Calvin grinned and hugged her tightly, earning another surprised squeak from his Kikimora step-mother. Then he promptly headed out into the morning.

Kara sighed contentedly as the door closed, looking at the remains of the housework to be done before her two strapping men came home from a hard day of toil. She felt like the luckiest monster in the land.

"One day, maybe he'll even call me mom," she whispered to no one.

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A/N: First chapter done. My plan is to keep the whole story under 20,000 words. Please hit that review button and let me know what you think so far!