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A/N: Okay folks, this chapter we are introducing a couple more monstergirls. For those of you who haven't read the MonsterGirl Encyclopedia (MGE) I strongly encourage you to do so before reading this story. You don't need to read EVERYTHING, just look up the characters for this story and read their dossiers. The wikia will provide you with all the info you need and you can find it at:

Monstergirlencyclopedia . wikia . com

It will give you a good idea as to the background of this universe and of course, the characters. One of the most important aspects in the MGE world is that monsters still crave human flesh, but not to devour (hint hint, wink wink). Again, while this is under Monster Musume, it doesn't have the whole "homestay and government-watching-your-ass" element. It's still damn fun though, so if you like it, leave me a review! :D

Also I've had a few people question me about pairings for the story. I already have a pretty good idea where this story will go, but if you'd like to see other stories with pairings, and you're willing to contribute some ideas, I'm happy to try and write them.

And now, on with the show!


Chapter 2


Calvin made his way around the farm property to the tree line near the edge of the fields. His family owned a fairly small farm, and most of their produce was just enough to pay for their necessities. Though they didn't have much, and didn't need much, he knew some extra money would help.

And he knew exactly how to get it.

His bo staff at the ready, he walked the path he'd forged himself with numerous trips since the winter had thawed. While this area was considered human/monster friendly, it didn't mean there wasn't the occasional beastman looking for an easy "meal." Though a decent enough fighter for his age and training, Calvin abhorred bloodshed, and thus favored his staff as it could give any tenacious individual a good enough beating to think twice before trying to topple its wielder.

Fortunately the forest was fairly quiet, save the sound of the more docile, non-monstrous wildlife.

"Just a little further," he thought to himself.

And there she was.

He came upon a secluded section of the forest, carved off in a natural circle since the trees didn't grow quite so high in this area, and because he had felled some of them himself. Flowers of all kinds were very abundant, and completely untouched by man. In the center stood a green-skinned goddess: A woman with shimmering orange locks that draped just past her shoulders, a smooth light green complexion that was more alluring than it was exotic. She was completely naked, save for the various vines as thick as a man's forearm that lazily wrapped around her body, barely covering her more naughty parts. Said vines were more than just for idle censorship, though. They were incredibly dangerous, with both speed and strength that could quite easily ensnare a man and strangle him to death…

Or rip his clothes off for a one sided fuck session.

She stood inside of a gigantic white flower, with petals nearly as large as a full grown human. The plant enveloped her to just above her knees, and could easily accommodate another person standing up, and was filled with an intoxicating, golden-orange, syrupy liquid.

And then of course there was the ambient scent. She smelled of heaven. The way he imagined all the most wonderful flowers in the world would smell if they were put together in one amazing package. That scent would put an ordinary man into a complete stupor, especially during this time of year when the flowers secreted their excess pollen.

She hummed to herself as she rubbed her body with the liquid from her flower, looking very much the way a human woman would when applying body lotion. It was a very sexy sight, indeed.

She was an Alraune. A dangerous plant monster girl for any ordinary man to approach without a filter mask and some sort of protection.

Fortunately for Calvin, he was far from ordinary.

"Hi Allie!" He said cheerfully.

Her humming stopped and she turned to him, a look of surprise and happiness, that very quickly was hidden behind a sour scowl.

"Oh, it's you." She said curtly.

"C'mon, you don't need to be like-"

He jumped just in time as the first vine tried to sweep him from his feet. The next went for his arm, but he parried with his staff, whacking the second vine with a loud crack.

"Ouch! You jerk! You meanie! You, you… baka!" Allie cried dramatically, hiding her face in her hands and sobbing as her vines retreated.

"Oh please, that was nothing more than a love tap to you," He said coyly, relaxing his stance only a little as he approached.

"Hmph," she snorted, dropping her crying act and instead turning away with a pout. "You're not fair, you know that? Being all balanced and coordinated around me."

"I have no idea why your pollen or your nectar don't drive me nuts and make me want to rip my clothes off and fuck your brains out," he noticed her shiver for just a second at that, "but perhaps it's just an… evolutionary defense that humanity is developing, starting with me?"

"Hah. You think you're all that and a bag of Mantago chips just because you're immune to my nectar and my pollen, and you're so darn quick with that staff of yours."

"Speaking of Mantago chips, how did you like those dried ones I brought you last time? Think they'd sell well to other monster girls?"

"They were… acceptable," she said, hoping he couldn't see her blush. "How'd you get them anyway? I'm guessing you beat some poor defenseless Mantago to death and used her body, you beast!" She said, overly dramatic.

He rolled his eyes. "Not at all. Molly gave some of her excess buds to me when I asked politely, and when she realized I didn't turn into a mindless sex-addict after breathing in her spores. Besides, you know I don't like fighting," he said, dropping his staff to the ground. "See? I'm defe-"

Three more vines shot at him like crossbow bolts, but in one motion he backflipped, dodging them all as they swished and missed, then took a forward roll, grabbing his staff and springing up to smack a fourth and fifth vine that tried to snare him.

"Ack! Damnit that stings!" Allie shouted, pulling her vines back again and holding one in her smooth hands, rubbing it tenderly.

"One day you're going to stop trying to do that," he said with a sly grin.

She rolled her brilliant orange eyes, exasperated. "Ugh! By the great dryad goddess, you are such a-"

"P.I.T.A.?" He asked, helpful.

"Huh? Whats a pee-tah?"

"Nevermind. Now seriously, are we going to dance all day?"

"Hmm… if we're going to dance, I'd like to do the horizontal mambo with you," Allie purred, wiggling her shapely rear before turning to him with a seductive pose.

Calvin suppressed a groan. He be lying to himself if he said he wasn't a little turned on. Her breasts were perky yet swollen, heavy with the nectar she produced. A golden orange trail of the sticky, tasty stuff was trickling from her engorged nipples, over her breasts and down her taught stomach, coating the patch of the dark green garden that crowned her womanhood, before running down her thighs to pool in the gigantic flower.

He cleared his throat, and hoped she didn't see the tent he was pitching in his pants.

"I'm not much of a dancer, you know," he said quietly, remembering the last time he had laid down by her, a long time ago.

"Neither am I... " she whispered under her breath, suddenly sounding shy, and very cute. "But I'd tear myself from the ground to dance with you…"

"What?" Calvin asked, unable to hear what she'd just mumbled.

Allie cleared her throat and looked stern once again. "It's nothing. So since we both know why you're here, and since you won't have any fun, let's just do this." Allie sighed, placing her arms up and locking her hands with two of her vines, the rest wrapping around the smaller plants and flowers she cared so much for. This was her way of showing she would not try anything, as moving her vines so quickly would kill the flowers that she loved so much.

Calvin came right up to her, caressing one of her soft white petals with his fingertips. She cooed appreciatively, closing her eyes, involuntarily pursing her lips. The other petals fluttered as though a strong breeze had just blown through. The young man was in awe the way they reacted to his every touch. They were smooth and delicate, and their subtle motions almost seemed to beckon him closer.

As if her pouting lips weren't doing a great job of that all on their own.

Allie bit her lip and whined, "Whhyyyyyy? Why do you tease me?"

"B- because it makes you produce more nectar, you already know that," he half lied, taking one of several jars he had in his cargo pockets. Delicately, he placed the cool lip of the jar against her breast to catch the first trickle, then gently pushed the top of her bosom, causing a spray of fresh nectar to squirt inside the jar.

Allie cried out softly but quickly silenced herself and bit her lip, her entire body trembling as Calvin "milked" her. She wanted to scream at him to take her. Kiss her. Lick her everywhere. Or even just rub those rough-looking hands all over her her body. She could see how turned on he was. Why wouldn't he just give her what they both wanted?

But still she kept her posture, biting her tongue to keep from whimpering.

Calvin could feel the sweat on his brow, and it had nothing to do with the morning heat. He wouldn't admit it outright, but it was torture for him too. Though her nectar and pollen didn't affect him the way he'd read that normal men were driven mad with lust, he still wanted to taste it from her directly. He wanted to hear her moan, to feel her hands grip the back of his head. To lick every part of her body and make her writhe with ecstasy…

He was so lost in his daydream the first jar nearly overflowed.

"You know, I really do appreciate this, Allie," he said with a bit of a rasp, quickly switching the full jar for another empty. "Ever since we met, I..."

"Yeah...," she said aloofly, putting her tsundere mask back up as he continued his "milking". It would have probably been more convincing if she wasn't blushing so much. "You know you still owe me though. Do you have what I want?"

"Yes," he said clearing his throat, as he finished capping the last jar. From another pocket he took out an old rag that was once his undershirt, but now served only to wipe his sweaty brow during the heat of the workday. He wiped his forehead with it once, their tentious exchange bringing a light bead of sweat to his brow, then handed it to her.

She took the item with feigned interest. "Thanks."

"Why did you want that anyway?" He asked. "It has no value."

"One man's trash is another monster's treasure. You'd be surprised how many other monster girls would love to get their hands on this stuff."

"I swear you're part Danuki, Allie."

She chuckled, "Where do you think I learned this from? This part of the forest may be hidden from the nearby town because of your farm, but there are lots of monster girls living here. Sometimes I wonder why you haven't become someone's husband yet."

"Just lucky I guess."

"Sure sure. Or maybe your immunity to plant monsters gives you an anti-monster stink. In fact I think i can smell it now… peeyew!" She said, holding her nose.

He laughed heartily. "Thanks Allie. Do you think maybe I could bring back a few of your flowers? You know, to help with my stink?"

The Alraune looked at him as though she'd been slapped. "You… you want to pick my…"

"No no no!" Calvin said, both hands up in defense. "I wouldn't dare pick them from the ground; that would kill them. I brought a few small pots with me too, I wanted to dig them up and bring them home. They're all so beautiful, just like you."

This time she didn't flinch at all, just kept her glare on him for a few silent heartbeats.

"Fine," she sighed, all of her vines seemed to go limp, in tune with her mood, "but you have to come back here with something else to offer in trade."

"I'm sure I can think of something," Calvin said, so deep in thought he didn't notice the hungry look Allie gave him. "I'll be back in a few days."

"Promises promises," she said dismissively as he quickly (and delicately) uprooted and potted several blooming specimens. Once he was done, he headed towards the edge of the treeline.

"Bye Allie! Don't go anywhere okay?" Calvin said with a wink.

She stuck out her tongue, blowing a raspberry noise. Calvin simply laughed and waved goodbye.

The Alraune waited in near silence for a while as the sound of his footfalls grew lighter and lighter. As soon as she was certain he was well out of sight and sound, she took the rag to her nose and inhaled deeply.

"Oh god, I can't stand it." Allie moaned, bringing a vine between her legs, rubbing the length along her drooling nether regions. She licked the cloth, tasting Calvin's fresh sweat and shivering with delight. "It's… oh gods… it's just not fair. Stupid baka Calvin. I wish his hands were all over me right now."

Suddenly a pair of hands that weren't her own appeared from behind her, squeezing her ripe melons. Allie squealed in surprise, until a cheery voice, whispered in her ear.

"You started without me," it said with a slight pout.

Allie gasped at the sound of buzzing from behind her. The hands on her ample chest belonged to a friend she'd made out here in the clearing. The hovering creature fondling the Alraune was a monstergirl known as a honeybee. They too looked very much like a human female and a real bee combined, with their bug like antennae, four insect wings on their back, and the black and yellow abdomen, complete with stinger, jutting from just above their rear. Like a real honeybee, these monstergirls would collect nectar from flowers (or Alraune) and make honey. Unlike a bee, however, they lacked compound eyes and six legs, which made them distinctly more human like.

Also unlike a bee, was the rather erotic way in which they gathered nectar from plant monstergirls.

"H-how long have you been here, Suebee?" Allie gasped, the fingers pinching and pawing her engorged nipples.

"Oh, just long enough to see Calvin painstakingly hurrying away from here. He was limping though."

Allie turned to the honeybee in shock, her arousal suddenly forgotten. "Limping? Why? Is he okay? Is he hurt? Why didn't y-"

Suebee silenced the fretful Alraune with a kiss, then whispered in her ear.

"He was limping because his throbbing cock was halfway down one pant leg." She said, licking the pointed, elfin-like ear of her lover, eliciting a distinct shiver of excitement, before moving down and suckling on one of Allie's breasts. Both women groaned in satisfaction as the warm nectar gushed forth into the bee's hungry mouth. Allie ran her hands through the honeybee's hair, feeling the vibration of her insect wings that buzzed with satisfaction as she suckled.

Suebee ran her hand between the smooth green thighs of her plant, stroking feverishly. She smirked at how well she knew her lover, but was still taken off guard when a vine found its way into a certain tight, wet spot of hers that had been drooling since she saw her friend masturbating to the departing human. Breaking her suckling, she moaned and held on to her Alraune friend as the two pleasured each other to orgasm.

With a mutual cry, the two women came, a flood of fresh nectar running all over the honeybee's hand. She smiled and licked her fingers, shuddering happily, while the Alraune was still trying to catch her breath.

"You always taste so good, Allie," the honeybee sighed contentedly. "I'm sorry if I was too aggressive, but I was so hungry after I saw your mock fight with Calvin. And then when he touched you so- URK!"

Suebee gulped when a vine suddenly wrapped around her throat and squeezed threateningly.

Allie's orange eyes were ablaze. "You watched everything?" She growled, embarrassed and infuriated that her flirting and subsequent submission was witnessed. "Haven't you ever heard of a thing called, 'privacy'?"

"Hey hey," Suebee gasped, pulling on the vine at her throat, which relaxed a little at her plead. "I'm sorry, I didn't think it was that big of a deal. I know you like him, a lot. And you know I like him…" she trailed off.

Allie sighed, releasing her grip. "I guess I can't blame you."

"You have no idea how badly I've wanted to claim him." Suebee said, rubbing her throat.

Allie smirked, "I've often wondered why you haven't tried before."

Suebee swallowed hard, "Um, well I know how you feel about him, and…"

"I meant before you and I became friends. You told me you knew Calvin before I met him."

"Yes, but I wouldn't have dared." The honeybee said. "To go against my mother, even if she's not my queen anymore…"

"I've often wondered though, just why no one else from your old hive tried to claim Calvin," Allie said, lost in thought. "Sure he's fast, and his strange immunity would make him more difficult, but I'm sure a group of honeybees could easily capture him, and yet they all seem to stay away from here when he's around, even though there are so many flowers for them.

Suebee touched her fingers together and looked down, "My former queen owed his father a favor."

"What… kind of a favor?"

"Well you see, a few years ago..."


A/N: Looks like a flashback is on the horizon! Review and let me know what you think happened a few years ago. And no I'm not looking for ideas, but I want to see if anyone can come close to what I had in mind.