A/N: What is good everybody, and welcome to this fanfic based off Monster Musume. I'm just going to be make a few things clear before we proceed, just so later people don't lose their shit.
1. This is going to include monsters from the Monster Girl Encyclopedia, by Kenkou Cross. I'm borrowing heavily from most of those designs and aspects of their characters, but also tweaking a few things here and there for my liking.
2. Yes, this is a harem story, as are most on here. Kind of what you're paying for at this point.
3. This is mostly an original story contained in the Monster Musume universe, but I will have various links and ties to the main canon series. You'll see as time goes in this story.
4. Lemons will be abundant as this goes on. I will let you know when this occurs, so your heart doesn't explode when some X-rated shit goes down.
5. I do not own any of the canon characters or ideas that exist. I do however own all my original characters that appear. All rights go to the respective owners. I'm not one of them, sadly.
Now that we got that shit out of the way. Let's get this show on the road.
Hit the lights.
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Chapter 1. The Hellhound
It was a phenomenon.
The Monster Girl craze has gone global.
Three years ago, a bill was passed from the Japanese government to allow liminals and humans to coexist in order to achieve a deeper understanding. Even the creators of the Inter-species Exchange Program didn't think it would be as well-received as it was. Nearly every nation has now requested to adopt the programs into their respective countries. The demand was so high now that entire branches needed to be created dedicated to those countries to share the collective load.
One of the most popular markets for the program at this moment is unsurprisingly, America. The branch headquarters there is now one of the biggest in the world. Americans, even with all their faults and prejudices, really took to the program almost immediately. The positive feedback from the extra-species who lived there has created a massive demand for American hosts, as well as more exotic Monsters to become available to house and adopt.
It was common now to see man and monster hand in hand on the streets, with whole complexes dedicated to inter-species living. People's moods seemed to be happy, and peace seemed to have calmed world affairs and politics down to some extent. Even the current US President and some other world leaders are now hosts to extra-species. Things seemed to be looking up for the world, and for the people living in it.
It seemed that it was finally Nathaniel Walker's time to finally get into the program.
Nathaniel Or "Nathan", the nickname he preferred to go by was a young, college student with a full time job. Nathan was just starting his early 20's, and his life as well. He was a tall man, with a slim but muscular frame. His hair was dark brown, and was in the undercut style. He liked to slick his hair back to prevent his bangs from getting in his way. He had blue-gray eyes, and a small scar on his lip from a birth defect. His beard game was weak, the mustache never really deciding if it wanted to come in or not. Our man was a mellow, go with the flow guy. He was patient, but could get frustrated really easily. Nathan had anger issues as well, but was working on controlling it per advice from his psychologist he saw on a bi-weekly basis.
While there isn't like an test or an exam to take in order to apply, you do have to go through with a psychological and physical workup beforehand to be approved. Nathan had passed these, now he just needed to come into his local office that was recently built to get interviewed and fill out his preferences on monsters he liked.
Our man had arrived at the main office at the headquarters and watched as the large line was filled with humans and liminals looking to apply. They ranged from Lamias, birds of prey, to vicious yet endearing predators. The air and energy decorated the office with excitement and glee. The best part to Nathan however, was that nearly every liminal he saw was attractive.
Our man himself didn't think much of himself in the same esteem, however. He wasn't a horrible looking guy, just very… Average. Not to say his game with the ladies was bad. He'd been on his share of dates and had some relationships in the past. Nathan just thought of himself as a very, run of the mill kind of guy. Maybe that was part of the charm.
"I can help whoever's next!" A helpful receptionist finally called out to him after a very long wait, the line in front of him finally being empty.
"Are you here to apply or to finish the interview?" She asked, glancing at him from her chair.
"Oh, I've already applied, just have the interview left to do." He said with a grin.
"Oh great, that'll save me and you some time!" She said enthused. "Desks are over there. Your interviewer will be there to help figure out the details. Hope you enjoy your time as a Host!" The receptionist smiled again and quickly fixed her attention on the next guest behind him greeting them with a hello.
He quickly found his way to the desks and smiled with excitement. Other people and liminals were filling out papers as well, some of the monsters however required assistance from the staff in order to fill it in. It was quite the sight. Humans, and liminals working together, each side wanting to get to know the other. Nathan was was overwhelmed just looking at it all.
"It's quite something, ain't it?" A man next to him said.
He looked over to his right to see the man. He was tall, not as tall as Nathan tough. He was in his early thirties, with a sharp look in his brown eyes. His hair was jet black, slicked back in a style similar to Nathans. He wore a tight black suit with matching tie and white button up. He looked straight out some some spy or action movie.
"Excuse me?" Nathan responded.
The man made a hand gesture to all the commotion going on around them. "All of this. It's quite something."
"Are you one of the interviewers?" Nathan asked.
He nodded. "That, and then some. Have a seat, if you would."
Nathan got down in the seat in front of the spy man and took the free seat.
"I'm Crowley. I work here for the branch as one of their agents." He held out his hand for Nathan to shake. Nathan took his hand and shook it. He had a strong, firm hand. The type you'd have if you spent a long time doing physical labor.
"I'm Nathan. There a first name to that, Agent Crowley?" He said with a smirk.
Crowley returned the same smirk. "Maybe. Have to kill you if I told you."
Nathan chuckled a little, nervous. "Serious?"
Crowley returned the chuckle with a good laugh. "Nah, of course not. Sounded pretty tough though, huh? Always wanted to say something like that."
Nathan humored the spy man and nodded. "You had me scared for a sec, not gonna lie."
"Oh good. Still not telling you the name. Privacy's sake, you know." He fiddled with his hands for a second.
Nathan wondered if this guy actually worked here. "Soooo, I need an interview…?
Crowley raised a finger in the air, recalling what he was supposed to be doing.
"Ah, yes! I just need your application to look over for a second. You brought it with you, I'm assuming?"
Our man nodded. "Yeah, I got it right he-" Nathan pulled out the slip of paper that was promptly snatched out of his hands.
"Oh good! Now we can get this rolling!" He looked over the form quickly, fingers pointing out details to himself.
"Uhh-"
"Nathaniel Walker. Male. 21. Employed. First time applicant." He paused before saying this last part, looking up at Nathan from the form. "Single."
Nathan cringed after he said that. "Uh, yeah. I'm single. Are you sure you work here?"
Crowley laughed a little bit. "Oh sorry. Just clearing the air. So, you wanna see what all the hype is about eh? Why liminals are all the rage nowadays?"
Nathan nodded. "I guess. More so a change of pace. Things just getting old, living all by myself."
"Quite the pace changer then. It'll really shake up how you live. I'd know. I am a Host, myself."
Nathan cocked an eyebrow. "Really? I didn't know you guys who worked here get to be apart of it. What do you got?"
Crowley nodded. "We always have been able to, most just prefer not to since we get our fill working here every day. I got a mangy, little crow cooped up at my place."
Nathan scratched the back of his head. "Mangy? You mean old?"
"Not at all. " Crowley replied. "I just like to call her that. She hates it."
"Oh."
Crowley continued. "I'm getting sidetracked. We need to go over your physical and psychological workups before we continue. You have those as well?"
"Oh, right." Nathan pulled out those papers as well and gave them to the spy man.
Crowley read over them for a minute, his brow furrowing every now and again as he read along. This felt more like a job interview in Nathan's eyes instead of something like an adoption.
Crowley stopped reading and looked up. "Your pretty healthy for your age. I'd say above average from just looking. You work out?"
Nathan shrugged. "Not really. Is that important?"
"Maybe." Crowley said, and continued to read on.
This guy either was either very good at his job, or really fickle. Probably both.
"Physical checks out. Now for the psychological." He handed him back the one form and lifted up the other.
Crowley seemed to be more diligent when it came to this one. He seemed to pause and look up at him every so often, then back to the paper.
"Uh-" Nathan was about to ask if something was wrong before Crowley finally spoke up.
"You've quite the medical history. Former drug addict. You've had multiple psychologists for your anger issues and bouts of depression. Also says here you've got… PTSD?"
Nathan sighed and paused for a second before answering. "Yes, I have PTSD. Have had it for about five years."
Crowley fold his long arms over the form. "Now, what's such a young and bright guy like you have such a horrible condition? Not trying to pry, of course. Just... curious is all."
Nathan's open attitude changed for a split second. "It's personal. None of your business."
"Of course. My bad. Should know better to ask that to someone with that." Crowley continued to read when he heard Nathan sigh loudly.
"I-I just don't like thinking about it." Nathan paused." Why does the mental checkup matter so much, Mr. Crowley?"
The spy man set down the other form. "Well," Crowley continued. "We'd like to know that we can trust you won't have your new homestays head on a pike."
Nathan waved his hands in front of him. "O-Oh no, I'd never hurt-"
Crowley chuckled again. "Sorry. Bit of an exaggeration. We here just want to make sure your past doesn't interfere with their future."
"Well I can assure you, Mr. Crowley." Nathan said determined. "My past won't be an issue. I didn't come here to fix myself, or my problems. I want to just help out someone, whoever and whatever they are."
Crowley almost seemed impressed. Nathan couldn't tell.
"Is that so?" He said with a smirk. "Well, that's not something I hear every day."
He collected the papers and handed them back to our man. "I don't need these anymore. I'd already made up my mind."
Nathan grew nervous, and excited at the same time. "So?"
Crowley folded his long arms. "If it were up to someone else, they'd probably say you couldn't handle it."
Nathan's heart dropped for a second. Crowley then continued.
"But since you're stuck with little ol' me, I have a different idea. I'd say your someone who knows what it means to take care of yourself, and others. It takes someone with a past to understand another. I don't say this often and I really shouldn't since it makes me look unprofessional."
"Say what?" Nathan asked curiously.
"I have a good feeling about you. Not sure how to describe it in words."
Nathan breathed a sigh of relief. "Wow, so does this mean…"
Crowley nodded. "Yup. I'm approving you for the program. Congratulations."
Nathan almost felt like jumping into the air in joy and excitement. All the work and time he'd put into his job and saving money had finally paid off. "So, what do we do now?"
Crowley pulled out another piece of paper from under his desk. "Well, we need to decide who's going to stay with you. We used to randomly pick from the list of those who were in need of homes, but we've evolved from that."
Nathan stopped celebrating in his head for a moment. "Wait a second. I get to pick?"
Crowley slid the new paper over to him. "Three years ago you wouldn't have been able to. But seeing as our program has been getting more and more applicants from both sides all the time, we can find situations that are more agreeable. Less complications when the host and the liminal is happy, you know?"
That made sense to Nathan. "I suppose so." He looked down at the paper. "Another form?"
"More like a survey. Crowley corrected him. "We'd like to know what exactly you'd want. And if we somehow can't provide that, we'll find something close to it."
"Oh okay." Nathan replied. "Sounds easy enough."
Crowley just chuckled to himself under his breath. "Easy, eh? I think we'll get along just fine."
"What?" Nathan asked confused.
"Oh, nothing. Just clearing my throat. Please, start filling it out as honestly as you can."
Our man took his attention to the new paper in front of him. As strange as Crowley seemed to be, Nathan liked him. He seemed to really like what he did for a living.
It was finally time to decide what he wanted. The little questionnaire started off with a pretty simple question:
Question 1:
What would you prefer to have as your home-stay? If it is available, it will take priority over a random request.
He sat there for a second, thinking over what he like to have. He didn't think for a minute they would just let him pick.
His imagination went wild with the ideas he had concocted on numerous occasions in the past. He'd seen some people in his neighborhood with really cute ones. Did he want something tame, easily workable with? Or did he want something more...dangerous? No, that's not how he should be going about this. Nathan wasn't here trying to fill a kink.
"Whoever needs a good home. I'll do my best to make sure they are happy and comfortable, no matter what they are or who they are." Nathan decided finally. It felt good to write it down.
Question 2:
Due to the high activity in recent times, we can't always send our agents out to check in on our home-stays. Would you be alright with allowing weekly video calls and emails?
Nathan wrote down a "Yes", and also wrote his Skype profile and his email address. It made sense. The people at this office were constantly getting bombarded with new people and liminals looking to apply.
Question 3:
Can you guarantee your new home-stays safety and ease of living? And if necessary, allow the program to make whatever modifications and needs to your current place of living?
Our man wrote down another "Yes". He'd seen some of the houses around lately, and how most of them had additional rooms and space. It made sense. Nothing wrong here.
Question 4:
Do understand and remember the laws against human/liminal violence, and how we handle those situations?
He wrote yet another "Yes". Nathan once saw a group of hulking ogre-men that refused to leave a restaurant he was at recently. They got violent, and almost put the manager into the wall when someone in a yellow and black outfit stepped in and told them off. He heard from someone else they were called the MON Squad. Apparently they were a Monster only task force that would neutralize liminal threats quickly and quietly. Not the type of people you'd want to mess with.
He reached the last question.
Question 5: You are expected to comply and obey this order at all times. Under no circumstances is any sexual activity tolerated. If reported and caught, you might not only face jail time, but also lose your rights to become a Host afterwards. Do you understand this, and are willing to comply?
Nathan shuddered at the thought of this.
The biggest thing that used to could go wrong from a Host family back in the day is if sexual activity is reported and confirmed. The Host loses custody and is not allowed to reapply, and the extra-species is deported back to their place to origin. Even political tension can arise from the activity if it goes that far.
Romance and sexual attraction is very common in host families, and most tend to go want to together. Nowadays if you want to do the dirty with your monster waifu, you have to at least be married and consent from the extra-species's relatives. Quite the sticky situation, if you'll forgive the pun.
Nathan wrote down, "I have reviewed the laws and will follow them to the best of my ability."
Bummer, Nathan thought for a moment. But hey, that's the law. He'll have to follow it whether he wants to or not. The liminals however, would need to really follow this law.
It was done. He handed back the paper to a patiently waiting Crowley.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to take a long time."
"It's fine. As long as it's honest that's all I require." He started to read his answers to himself but stopped pretty quickly. "You don't...have a preference?" Crowley raised a brow at Nathan. He received a shrug from Nathan in return.
"I just want to help in any way I can. However and whatever I can." Nathan looked into Crowley's sharp eyes with his dull blue ones, filled with determination.
Crowley stroked the stubble that was on his chin and pondered something to himself. "Perhaps…maybe he can."
"What was that?" Nathan asked.
"Just thinking." He said and continued to ponder to himself. "She's had such a hard time finding a home…" He looked back into Nathan's still determined blue eyes. "Would he be able to handle it?"
Nathan's gaze didn't back down. He looked uncertain, but ready.
Crowley stopped pondering and acknowledged Nathan again. "You continue to surprise me, Nathan."
Nathan let his gaze go. "So, who do I get then?"
Crowley leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. "I don't have her information on me at the moment… But if you are serious about helping whoever you can then I'm sure she'll be okay with it."
Nathan looked confused again. "Who's she?"
Crowley didn't seem to register his question. "Guess you'll just have to find out. Well then Nathan, looks like we are done here."
"We are?"
Crowley nodded and stood up from his chair. "I have to hand this form over to my superiors, and they'll start to get everything transferred to you. It'll take a few days, but you'll get a call from me when it's all ready to go."
He held out his hand again for Nathan to shake. "It was nice meeting you, Nathan. I look forward to working with you. You've made a good choice, applying for the program. It'll change your life, I promise."
Nathan shook his hand firmly. "Same here, Mr. Crowley."
"I trust you'll be able to find yourself out as well as you came in?" The spy man asked.
He nodded and waved his hand. "I'll find my own way. Thank you. Have a nice day, sir."
Nathan got up and started to walk out the room. He took one more look at the room, as well as Crowley and the other people in it. He finally walked out the door.
Crowley sat back down in his seat, looking worried a little.
"I hope your ready for this, kid. I really do."
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So a few days went by, and Nathan didn't hear a peep from the mysterious Crowley or anyone else. Nathan tried to be patient, but as time went on he wondered if he had been denied. Did the spy man's superiors turn him down? Maybe, maybe not. All he knew what he'd get a call soon.
He was at his job at the moment, pondering this over a little bit. Nathan worked at the local convenience store, owned and managed his family friend Doug. While he didn't talk to his parents much, especially after the incident, Doug was someone he liked and talked to every day. He thought of Doug as another dad, someone he could trust.
Doug was a self made man, someone who decided one day that he had what it took to own and run a business himself. The store may have been small, but what he lacked in the size of the store he had quality in spades. He made sure everything in his store was worth the money, and had employees that he could depend on and trust.
Nathan was hired shortly after his junior year in high school had ended, and he'd been there ever since. Even when the accident happened a year into his employment, Doug understood his plight and generously kept him on. Sometimes, even offering to carpool Nathan to rehab after he lost his license for a time due to his drug addiction at the time.
Nathan looked up at the clock next to him and groaned a little to himself. He had another half hour to go before his shift ended. The day had been pretty uneventful, so Doug had put Nathan in the back to manage stock and the like. His best friend Justice was in the back with him, playing on his phone.
Justice was a long time friend, one of the only people he kept in contact with after high school came and went. He was a very funny and charming guy, Nathan wondered why he'd never really had any significant other in his life. Justice claimed he just never felt like it was too important to him.
Justice was shorter than Nathan by a few inches, and was the same age as him. He was of Spanish race and heritage, but never really clung to any of it too much. He was going to school as well as Nathan, but was studying to become a forensic analyst. Nathan was just doing his generals at the moment, he still wasn't sure what he wanted to do with his life. Especially after the accident.
Justice was there for him when it happened, and didn't leave his side. He was there when the withdrawal would hit, and would help him get back off his ass every time he stumbled in therapy. Nathan would never be able to repay him for what he'd done, so he always kept in contact with him. He'd found a friend for life.
"Hey white boy, why the resting bitch face?" Justice said with a joking smile, glancing over at the face Nathan had plastered on his face most of the day.
"Oh sorry." Nathan turned to face his friend. "Just thinking about the other day, when I applied for the Program. They said they would call me back in a few days, but I haven't heard a peep from them since."
Justice put his phone away and gave him an encouraging pat on his shoulder. "They'll call you back, count on it. They'd be stupid to not accept a mediocre, uninteresting guy such as yourself."
Nathan chuckled at the joke. Justice's direct humor always knew how to keep him levelheaded. "Mediocre, huh? That's a new one."
"I can't keep pulling genius out of my ass constantly. That shit gets sore over time." Justice paused for his joke to land. "Real talk though, I'm really glad you decided to apply. It'll do you some good, not being alone in that house anymore. I know that ever since-"
Nathan interrupted him, not wanting to hear about the incident right now. "Yeah, I'm glad I applied too. I just hope I don't make a bad impression."
Justice stroked his black goatee, which he had growing very well for him. "I've known you for how many years, bud? The only time you made a bad impression was when you passed out at the homecoming dance from all the pressure. You made me look bad."
Nathan cringed at the memory of that dance. He didn't have a date, but Justice took him over to party away, and to see if they couldn't steal away some girls. He'd gotten so nervous that he'd passed out cold, leaving Justice to leave the dance early. "Thanks for reminding me. I hadn't remembered that in ages. Now I'm traumatized, and embarrassed."
Justice chuckled. "That's what I'm here for buddy. To keep your dumb ass humble and take you down a peg."
Nathan chuckled as well. "Where would I be without you?"
"In a ditch, probably. Or maybe a McDonald's Play-place crying." Justice said, examining some of the stock that was on a shelf behind him.
Nathan laughed again and went back to his work, making sure that everything was good to go. This shift had finally ended, and he was now clocking out in the main office, where Doug was currently writing some stuff down.
"So I expect to see you in Monday, opening shift?" Doug asked, looking over at Nathan.
Nathan nodded back to Doug and smiled. "Yeah, of course. I'll just need to remember to not forget my keys again, like last time."
Doug didn't really act like a boss around Nathan, mainly because of the soft spot he had for him. Nathan never took it for granted though.
Doug smirked. "Good. It's nice to see you with a smile on that sharp face of yours. I've missed it." Doug looked Nathan over. "Everything been good at home? You talk to your parents at all?"
Nathan sighed and shrugged. "...No. It's still been kind of awkward. Especially with my dad. I still don't know how to talk to them."
Doug sighed in response. "I get it. I know the drug thing is still fresh in their mind, but you really just need to tell them you're okay. I'm not trying to be your parent, It's just…"
Nathan nodded. He knew what Doug was going to say.
"I have kids of my own remember? I just worry about you sometimes, just like my two at home. I just want you to be happy."
Nathan nodded again. "I know, Doug. Thanks for always looking out for me."
"I always do. Now get out of this stuffy old store and enjoy your weekend, like young adults should. Let this old man do the rest." Doug said with a warm smile.
"Gladly." Nathan said with a grin on his face as well and walked out of the office, heading out the front door.
Nathan opened the door to his 2010 Black Nissan Sentra and got into the driver's seat. It was a car his dad had gotten for him, as a graduation present. It was nice car, one he had the gratitude for helping him get home on the more depressing days in his life.
He turned the ignition and started up the car, pulling it out of his parking spot and out of the store lot. He headed up the long straight road, observing some people walking on the sidewalks, some of them with their liminals accompanying them.
Nathan looked at them with a small amount of envy. He hoped that he'd be able to soon do that with a liminal of his own. Nathan started to daydream a little about it when his phone rang. Could it be the mysterious Mr. Crowley? Was the wait finally over?
He excitedly put the phone to his ear and answered the call. "Hello?"
"Hello, Mister Walker." A silky smooth female voice said to him in return. "I hope the last few days have been going well for you. I'm with the Program."
Nathan was confused. "Uh, I thought Agent Crowley would be calling me. Who are you?"
The voice answered back after a second. "Crowley was busy with other things at the office at the moment. He asked me if I could talk to you in his stead. He's a good friend of mine. Spoke highly of you as well."
"Okay…" Nathan paused, turning into another lane. "So is everything ready?"
"Oh yes." The silky smooth voice responded. "I'm actually waiting for you at your house right now to sign everything off. Nice place."
Nathan almost swerved and had to correct himself before responding again. "Oh uh, that's great… I'm just on the road right now from working heading home. I'll be there soon. Sorry, I didn't think you'd call today."
"It's all right. We would have been there sooner, but we had some...issues along the way."
Nathan got nervous for some reason. " Issues? What kind of issues?"
The voice replied again. "It's a long story. I'll explain it to you once you've arrived."
"Uh, okay then… I guess I'll see you soon?" Nathan said.
He didn't get a reply back. She must have hung up already. These agents were an interesting bunch.
He arrived at his home shortly after the call ended and stopped near his house. The lady or whoever she claimed to be decided to park their car in his driveway. He sighed, and just parked it on the side of the street. Nathan would have to move it later.
He got out of his car, locked the doors, and started up his driveway. The car the agent had was very inconspicuous, pure black with dark tinted windows. He couldn't even see inside the car from the outside. Must like their privacy, Nathan thought.
He walked to his front door and opened it, silence was the only thing that greeted him. Creepy. Kind of.
"Uh, hello? I'm home." He called out. Nathan felt dumb for a second after saying that.
He heard that same silky smooth voice calling from his living room.
"Oh good, you finally showed up. Almost thought you wouldn't."
Nathan strolled into his living room to see the woman sitting in his armchair, casually sipping on a drink of some kind. Did this person seriously go through his fridge and help herself? Yeah, that totally doesn't break any privacy barriers or anything like that.
Nathan almost half-expected to see a monster of some kind as a joke, but the only thing that was in front of him in the chair was a long, black haired woman in a tight black suit jacket and matching pant-skirt with dark, thick sunglasses on. She almost was in a way a gender-bent version of Crowley. Maybe even a little too similar. She looked good, great for whatever age she was. Nathan couldn't guess it though.
"Nathaniel?" She said, lifting her sunglasses a little. Why was she wearing sunglasses inside anyway? Must be a spy thing or whatever.
He nodded. "Uh, Nathan. Just Nathan." He let out a small nervous laugh.
She nodded and looked down at the clipboard she had in her hand, reviewing its contents, then looked by up at him. It looked like she was comparing himself to whatever was written on that clipboard. "Huh. Not what I expected. Crowley must have been exaggerating again. Your coffee is awful by the way, way too sweet for my taste."
Nathan would have been offended by those condescending remarks normally, but he chose to let it slide. The woman continued.
"Normally I would just hand over the rights right now and sign the final forms and go on my merry way... but due to how your interview went and the survey-" She paused for a second for effect. "We may have a problem."
He suddenly felt nervous all of the sudden. What had he gotten himself into? "What kind of problem?" Nathan sat down in the other chair across from her.
She saw that he looked a little nervous and let out a small laugh. "Oh sorry, forgive me..." She took off her thick sunglasses revealing her dark, grey eyes. "I'm Agent Smith, a liminal social worker from Japan visiting America. Normally Crowley would have handled this himself but..."
"But what?" Nathan managed to squeezed the conversation into before she continued. What exactly had Crowley said?
"...This is a unique case. You're a first time applicant, with a complicated and risky mental history. We never would have taken this in a normal circumstances, but since Crowley has such a bleeding heart for people like you, he approved you and now here we are." Smith seemed to be annoyed.
"Am I in trouble or something, Agent Smith?" He said with a inaudible gulp.
"Not quite. I just need to make sure for myself you were the real deal." She paused again, searching for the right words. "Look, we just really want this girl to find a home. She's been in and out of so many Crowley, I and a few others were worried she'd never find a place to permanently stay."
"Oh..." He said in response.
"Us at the office didn't think you'd would be up to handling this. Even some experienced hosts have had issues to her adjusting. But, Crowley vouches for you, which means something to me."
"Means what, exactly?" Nathan asked.
"It means he trusts you. He thinks you can handle this." Her professionalism faded for a minute. "It means I would like to trust you, too."
Nathan felt a little flattered. He must have made a really good impression on the ever mysterious Crowley for her to say that. Smith continued. "It's not like you don't have a say in this matter. Do you think you can do this, Nathan?" She looked at him worried.
He paused before he answered her.
How bad could it really be? Was she a troublemaker, or was it something worse? Bad temper? If he said no at this moment, whoever was in that car would have to be turned away, forced to look for another home that may or may not exist for them. No, he thought to himself. I won't hold any reservations about her. I'll treat her like I would treat anyone else. It's the right thing to do. The only thing to do.
"I'll take her, no matter what or who she is. I won't turn her away." He said finally. Smith's worried expression turned into an impressed grin.
"Are you absolutely sure?"
"Yes." He responded after a small pause. Too late to back out now even if he wanted to.
Smith seemed satisfied. "Looks like Crowley may have known what he was talking about for once." She pushed up her glasses and spoke. "Alright, Nathan." She got up out of the chair and held her hand out. "Let's go meet your new friend."
Nathan took the hand and shook it. She had a grip and hold that betrayed her slender, but attractive frame. She must have been doing this for a long time, Nathan thought.
They both walked outside and onto his driveway. She gave a nod to the black car in front of them, signaling for however was in there it was okay to come out.
The door didn't move open for a second, but then it slowly swung open.
A furry, onyx-black women now stood outside the car, her dark fiery red eyes gazing deeply at him and into his soul. She was covered in soft, black fur with tinges of red that was on her forearms and legs. A small tuft of fur was also between her well-endowed breasts. Her skin was a dark tone, almost black. Her long, wild black hair that went down the middle of her back was accompanied by her black fuzzy ears on the top.
"Nathan, this is Fenra. She's a Hellhound." Smith said as the woman walked up the driveway, her large padded feet taking her across quickly. Her fluffy tail was wagging from side to side, something he didn't see her have at first. "Fenra, this is Nathan. He's happily agreed to be your new Host."
"Hello there, little man." She said with a seductive grin, her long, fluffy tail swaying from side to side.
"Uh, Hellhound?" Nathan looked dumbfounded at Smith and the hound. "You mean like the myths and stories?"
Smith nodded. "The stories took creative liberties, of course. But I'd say they were pretty spot on. I'd recommend following up online for more information. You'd be surprised the stuff you'll find out."
Nathan found himself unable to look away from Fenra's burning eyes. The seemed to entrance and entice just from the look of them.
He stuttered for a second before getting out the words. "U-uh, It's um... Nice to meet you, Fenra. My name's Nathan, but I guess you already know that now. It's uh, good to finally see you. I hope we get along well."
Fenra laughed and grinned a devilish smile, her large fangs showing. "Oh my, I think someones a little nervous, don't you think, Smith? Don't worry little man, I don't bite... Too hard."
Smith seemed to nod to herself and wrote something down on the clipboard. "Like I said before, Fenra has had difficulties finding a permanent home. The last few homes had declined to her stay shortly after her arrival, and we didn't think it'd get any better."
Nathan continued to stare into her burning eyes for a moment, seemingly lost in them again.
Smith broke the stare by clearing her throat.
"I hate to ruin a first meeting, but I have to run. Help Fenra get her luggage and into the house and I'll make sure Crowley contacts you in a few days to see how it's going." She set down toward the car on the driveway. "Good luck!"
"Uh, but-" He called out. Smith was already pulling out her car and heading on her way. Was she for real? Then he remembered Crowley, and things didn't seem that weird.
Fenra walked closer to him, her toned and suggestive body finally registering in his brain. "What's wrong, little man? You scared? I certainly hope not..."
He vigorously shook his head, and looked back into Fenra's burning eyes. Couldn't let himself get intimidated already. "N-Not at all. Let me get your bags."
"Would you please? That's a good boy."
She set them down, her large padded hands finally coming into view. Nathan had large hands, but her black paws were easily twice his size. She had long, sharp black claws for her nails. Easily lethal if she wanted to be.
He slowly walked over, they being less than a few feet away from each other at this point, Fenra's burning eyes haunting him every step of the way.
She wore practically nothing. All she had on was a black undergarment that hugged her ass tightly, and metal ornaments adorned her large breasts. They didn't seem to have much of a use besides letting her more personal parts just flop about. Her choker/collar was adorned with skulls and sharp spikes, Nathan wondered how she had put on it on in the first place.
He picked up the two bags and lifted them towards the direction of the house. They were surprising pretty light. Nathan guessed either she had little possessions to call her own, or didn't plan on this being a very long trip.
"Come on in, welcome home." He motioned for Fenra to follow.
Fenra walked into the house and looked around approvingly, almost as if she was a parent returning from a vacation far away. Nathan had spent most of the last few days trying to get the house into pristine condition and order. A clean and tidy house reflects what's inside the mind. Something his mom used to say to him when he was little.
"Oh, you even cleaned the place while I was away. Good boy." She placed a paw on his head and petted him slowly. Her large pawed hand completely covered the top of head, radiating heat. Her sharp and deadly claws softly brushing his hair.
Nathan blushed for a quick moment and quickly ducked under the large hand.
"It was nothing. Wouldn't want a dirty home to come to, right? Uh, I'll place your bags in the guest room."
"What about your room?" She asked him.
Oh dear god.
She smiled again, her large fangs coming into view. Fenra started to pace around him, her tail brushing up against him as she went along. She seemed to be sizing Nathan up in some way. Not like if she thought he was intimidating in some way, but like which spot she should start tearing the meat from his bones. She even sniffed him a little bit, something Nathan almost jumped up at.
"It's down across from you. Why do you ask?" He was getting anxious.
"Oh no special reason, little man...just curious is all. You smell delicious..." She was obviously planning something. He didn't want to know what.
"Um, I'll just be moving your bags now…"
He nodded past the Hellhound and moved her light suitcases into the guest room, leaving the hound alone for a second. Was this actually happening? Was that woman actually in his house, or did he fall asleep at his desk again after staying up too late? Nathan pinched himself a little. Nope. This was real. Maybe a little too real.
But then Nathan caught himself. I said I wouldn't judge her quickly. Maybe she's just, really open? That didn't make Nathan feel much better either.
He quickly moved back into his room and plopped down into his desk chair. He sighed loudly and rubbed his forehead, eyes closed. He felt exhausted. Not only did he just come back from work after a long day, he was now the caretaker of a possibly threatening Hellhound. Just a normal day for him, apparently. He breathed deeply in and out for a few seconds.
It was fine. Nothing was wrong. Everything is okay. Nathan reminded himself for the billionth time. He would do this when he was worried or stressed. A half hour or so had now passed when Nathan realized he had dozed off a little. Shit.
"Hey, Handsome."
Nathan turned around quickly to see his new friend leaning against the doorway to his room, her long fluffy tail swaying. She must have been watching his little nap occur. Was that creepy? Probably.
"Oh hi Fenra. Finished unpacking already?"
"Yes." She paused for a second. "Thank you Pet, for letting me stay here with you. I thought for a second before you came that I'd have to find another place to get kicked out from."
He cringed at the thought of being her "pet". Who wouldn't? He did feel bad for the Hellhound though. She really did look like she was grateful to him. He got over himself and replied with the following.
"It's no big deal, don't worry about it. I would have done it for anyone else. Just let me know if you need anything, okay? I want to get along as well as we can."
Fenra seemed to really like that answer, as her tail swung rapidly with supposed happiness.
"Good looking, and polite on the first meeting? Oh my Pet, I'm going to enjoy making you mine." Her voice practically oozed out sexual overtones.
"Uhh..."
He tensed up, not sure what was to come next. That doesn't sound like something Nathan would like. There had to be a merciful god somewhere that would listen to his pleas for help. They must've been laughing their asses off or stoned. Probably both.
She leaned off the doorway and slowly walked toward him, her wide hips swaying back and forth. It was almost if she was chemically created to entice and excite. Nathan's heart rate began to pick up pace quickly, this was not going to end well for him.
Fenra's body irradiated pure confidence and sexuality, and she seemed to enjoy Nathan's stares at her voluptuous features as she walked towards him.
"Don't be afraid dear Pet, I only want to cuddle with you..."
(SOME EDGY SHIT INBOUND)
Fenra sat down slowly on his lap, pulling Nathan's face close to her furry bosom. Fenra had soft and supple skin, and even softer fur. She was petting his head softly with her claws, her tail wagging from side to side in sinister delight.
His face was beet red, and he was sweating a little. "I-I think we have two different meanings to what cuddling me-"
"Shhh..." She whispered into his ear, cutting of his sentence. The sound almost wiggling itself into his brain like a parasite. "You've been a good boy, and now I'm giving you a reward. Just relax.."
Fenra lent her head toward the side of his neck, and softly started to gnaw on it. It was pointless to resist. Struggle as he might, Her grip was too hard to get out of. Her sharp, powerful teeth easily punctured his fragile skin. The teeth and fang marks would remain for a while afterwards, small amounts of blood seeped out of the fresh wounds and trickled down his neck. He would have objected, but he couldn't feel the pain, all he felt was a growing hotness inside of him, that continued to build with every bite. She slowly licked the blood that had spilled out of the wound with her long malicious tongue, planting a soft kiss on the bite marks when she was finished.
"This is my Mark. You belong to me now, dear Pet. Now, I'll take good care of you..."
She held him close to her body, the heat from her chest and breasts overwhelming his senses and his will to control. He still couldn't escape. Her strong grasp impossible to break. Nathan wasn't in charge of his own body anymore. He started to slip away. The Hellhound had him.
His consciousness started to fade away, everything slowly going to black in his vision, sound leaving his ears only to be replaced by silence. There was only one thought in his head that he could remember from that moment as time and space seemed to fall apart.
What had he gotten himself into?
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A/N: Hello, nice to meet any and all readers that come across this abomination. I have made a few stories in the past, but never felt like sticking with them. This one however, I feel differently about. This is a planned ahead long term project, so do not worry about updates or possible hiatuses.
I haven't written much in the last few years, so this is my return to writing. I will be posting this on multiple sites, so I can get more feedback to make this even better.
Please feel free to comment on this, I'd like to hear what you all think, especially if you got any great ideas. Have a great day guys! Don't forget to make sure you keep your friends close, and your Monsters closer!