A/N: Hello again everyone, back with a new chapter of Spokes of Life. Also want to mention that we are nearly at 10,000 views, so for next chapter I am planning to do a little omake to mark the first of my stories to get that far so look forward to that. As always hope you enjoy Polt's Day, and as always, like it, hate it, see something that needs improvement? Leave a review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Daily Life with Monstergirl, or any animes referenced in the following chapter.

Other disclaimer: Warning there is something rather limey this chapter. I may bump this up to an M rating as a result but I don't think it goes that far considering what's in books for teens these days.


For the week after the incident at the comic book store, Yamada had been living a wonderfully calm and peaceful week. Polt had settled in reasonably well, Nyx hadn't had a single imbalanced episode, and he'd been able to enjoy a quiet routine. Yamada should have been thankful - this was exactly what he'd wanted. Instead he was nervous, like a black vapour of dread was towering over him, growing larger with each day and leaving him increasingly worried that something would happen. With how things had been going, it couldn't be a simple return to routine; fate was building up its strength to hit him with an even stronger bout of disaster to knock him off his feet. Yamada pondered when, exactly, he started thinking like this. Given his new position in M.O.N, did he really have a right to be so cynical?

Yamada wasn't going to let a little thing like impending disaster put him down, and at the moment he sat in the living room trying to teach Nyx how to use the computer, a task that he was rather worried would end up with his keyboard needing a total replacement, and not because of all the goo getting everywhere despite the oven-mitts the tar girl was wearing.

"Nyx, don't try to break the keyboard, it didn't do anything wrong!" Yamada exclaimed as he tried to pin an angrily raised tentacle to the table.

The slime girl just raised another tentacle to do the work of the first, forcing Yamada to practically leap over her to keep it down too. "This infernal contraption tries to make me look incompetent! I cannot let it continue to do so without punishment!"

"Breaking it will only make you look worse though." Yamada was rather desperately hoping that the slime girl would stop her attempted computercide because he really didn't want to have to go buy another one. He had barely recovered from the harassment he had suffered at the hands of overbearing employees the last time he went.

He struggled for a bit more before all the strength left Nyx's movements and Yamada pitched forward at the sudden lack of counterforce.

"My my, Yamada, Isn't it a bit early in the day for that?" Nyx said with a half evil, half perverted giggle at how Yamada had ended up falling into her gooey body with his head nestled deep into her squishy cleavage. He tried to pry it out, but Nyx's pressure was keeping it trapped there no matter how his fingers wriggled to get loose.

This was the other thing that had been happening ever since Polt moved in. Nyx had become more aggressive about making such...heated incidents happen. Not that Yamada could say he really minded, as ever since their little date he had admitted to himself that he found Nyx attractive even with her at times abrasive personality.

The only thing that niggled though was that he was getting more sure that she was doing it to try to put a burr in Polt's fur. Whatever co-operation the girls had managed during the comic store incident had been thrown out the window the moment they got home and the two had been in near constant competition since then with Yamada stuck in the middle - sometimes literally.

It was rather hard to mind, other than the fear of grievous bodily harm he had every time he worried they'd get to into their arguments.

As it was, though, he had learned from experience that he wasn't exactly going anywhere fast with his arms and legs trapped in Nyx's ooze, even still he tried to recoil out of an innate sense of politeness. "No, wait, it was an accident!"

As usual, he was helpless once he was caught in the much stronger monstergirl's grip, and his attempt to pull back resulted in barely a millimeter of movement before he was pulled back in and felt Nyx's gooey arms wrap around his back and pulled him into a near suffocating hug. "No escaping Yamada, you dropped yourself into this grave!"

'If this was a grave then this definitely had to be the best final resting place I've ever come across,' Yamada thought to himself, though he didn't voice such a thought as he valued his life. He was just about to stammer out an answer when he was rescued by the usual source.

"Hey, you can't kill him yet!" Polt's voice came from somewhere outside the gooey marshmallow heaven that Yamada was stuck in, then a moment later he felt two large paws grab onto him and pull. "He's still got to be a host till my stadium's done!"

Yamada felt himself getting to be the rope in a growing tug of war, and he heard Nyx say. "He got himself into this, so he has no one to blame but himself."

"I need him for the day's exercise, anyways! So just let go already." There was Polt again, a moment before Nyx let up on all resistance and sent both Yamada and the Kobold flying many feet before crashing to the ground.

"Ooow!" Polt rubbed her aching head before grabbing Yamada by the collar. "But yes, you're mine now for the day Yamada!" Polt said as she quickly got up and darted out of the room with her host slung over her shoulder.

***SoL***

Yamada wondered what life choices Polt and her family had made for the kobold to think what he was currently going through was a good way to spend a day off.

After Polt had pulled him out of the room and more or less locked Nyx behind through strategic use of doors, the kobold had practically shoved Yamada and his bike out the door and quickly was pulled down the street.

Now Yamada could say what it was like to get pulled down the street while on a bike by someone running beside you. Turns out, it was neither fun nor easy. Somehow he avoided crashing till they got around the block and Polt felt it was safe enough to slow down.

"Well, that was exciting." Polt said with a grin as she slowed to a stop and turned to Yamada. "But ya, it's my turn to have you for a day on the town. You can't show favouritism between your homestays right?"

Yamada had a feeling that saying 'No' at this point would be rather ineffective, and he could use a bit of extra work to get back to into his exercise routine from before, so he shrugged and said. "You got a point, so, what do you want to do?"

"Exercise, of course! What else would we do a great day like this? So to start, we got a good run ahead of us, or at least I do, you bike so you can keep up."

Well, that was about what Yamada expected. "Where to?"

"Just follow me!" With that Polt shot off like a rocket, and Yamada struggled to catch up as fast as he could. Seriously that girl's acceleration was terrifying, and her top speed could put olympic track runners to shame.

So that was how he found himself where he was now, some good fifty kilometers into a bike/run that seemed to stop every ten kilometers for the sake of stopping to do a bunch of pushups and situps and squats.

Ten kilometers, one hundred push ups, one hundred situps, one hundred squats, repeat.

Yamada was already nearly dead by the thirtieth kilometer, but Polt was a harsh taskmaster and every time he was about to falter went something like this.

***SoL***

"Forty, forty two, forty three..." Polt counted off as Yamada pushed off the ground with his arms, the human looking like he was about to die already, given he was in the second set of pushups already.

In fact he couldn't keep himself standing for long, and a moment he collapsed to the ground. Polt wouldn't have any of that though, and started shouting slogans at him. "Come on Yamada, you can do this, just believe in the you that believes in the me that believes in you!"

Yamada groaned in response, really, that was so hammy, but they just kept coming.

"If you want to become strong you got to do 500 push-ups, 500 sit-ups, 500 squats, and a 50km run EVERY SINGLE DAY!"

Yamada refrained from mentioning that he never asked to get stronger, though admittedly if he wanted to keep up with all the girls in MON he probably would need to get more fit then he was now. "Don't... you think that's a bit... excessive?"

"Come on, if you want to be a hero then you can't go run and hide! Otherwise, who will stay to fight?"

Another groan from Yamada was the reply Polt got. Seriously, it sounded like she was just parroting an anime, but that didn't make sense; after all, Polt wasn't a loser.. Still, he did feel more motivated, if only to get her to stop shouting motivational slogans at him, and with that he forced himself to start the push-ups again.

"Great, Yamada! That's forty-four."

***SoL***

The longer they went on, the more Yamada was sure that Polt really had ripped this exercise routine straight out of an anime somewhere. There was no way a sane professional trainer would recommend something like this.

"How...do you do this... every day?" Yamada said between pants as he tried to keep up with Polt for the last leg of the 50km exercise from hell.

Polt just continued to run, leaving the numb Yamada to fall a bit further behind. "Because once you get started then everything gets easier after the second day!"

"I don't think I'm going to survive till the second day at this rate." He muttered before speaking up again. "Though...why did you start?"

"Because mining all day for exercise was getting boring! Also because gyms are a hot thing these days, it's so easy to pull in money with it."

Yamada had more questions to ask, but felt it was a bit better to wait till he had more than half a second to catch his breath. Luckily that would not be much longer, as he could see the smaller park that was just a block or two away from their house - the stopping spot for today's workout.

"Last two hundred meters, try to keep up!" Polt exclaimed, before taking off even faster. The challenge sparking a bit of competitiveness in him and causing him to push everything he could into the last burst to the park.

He nearly caught up with her, and just passed Polt by a paper's thickness before he was able to softly crash off his bike into a grassbank as soon as he came to a stop.

Practically limp, he watched Polt wipe some sweat from her furred forehead and sit on the grass beside him. "See, I said you'd make it! How's it feel to complete the whole loop?"

The loud groan Yamada made in reply was unintelligible.

"Here, drink some water, it'll start to help." Polt handed him the water bottle, but Yamada wasn't exactly in the shape to grab it. "Fine, let me help."

Holding the water bottle up to the near comatose human's mouth, Polt helped Yamada drink some direly needed liquids, then wiped him down with the towel. "Seriously though, you should be really impressed with yourself, you're the first non-kobold that wasn't like, a centaur, who kept up with my routine! I should give you a bit of a reward."

"Uuuuuuuugh." Yamada moaned. Despite his exhaustion, he honestly did feel kinda good about himself. Though he felt that he was going to be in incredible pain tomorrow, just doing what he did felt amazing now that it was over with. The euphoria lasted until he realised he was being dragged over the ground toward the bushes. "...What...are you doing….Polt?"

"I said I'd give you a reward right?" Polt said excitedly and continued dragging the limp Yamato, who was starting to wonder if he should panic. They were in public, and what his mind was currently worrying Polt was talking about would probably get him arrested and her deported.

Now if only he had any feeling in his arms and legs he could do something about it. "Why...dragging me...to the bushes."

"Cause this'd be embarrassing to do in sight of everyone obviously." The Kobold said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and soon Yamada found himself dragged into a clearing between a bunch of bushes, and propped up against a small tree. Then Polt started to reach into her track top and Yamada got even more worried.

"Umm, you sure...we should do this Polt?" Yamada asked, contemplating making a run for it, before Polt pulled out a brush of all things.

Polt handed the brush to Yamada. "What? All I want you to do is brush my fur. It gets all matted if I don't after exercise. So ya, I'll let you brush it in exchange for completing the run."

If there was one thing Yamada had learned over the last week by the not infrequent grappling incidents he had gotten into with Polt, it was that her fur was ludicrously soft, and he had to admit, the offer was pretty tempting.

Ehh, what was the harm? It wasn't like he was possibly getting away anytime soon. Shrugging his shoulders even as Polt dropped into his lap, the kobold was surprisingly light, and he quickly went to work, running the brush through the hair on her head first as it was the easiest to reach.

He couldn't help himself from scratching the kobold's ears though as he brushed her fur. They were terrifyingly adorable, and Polt practically purred as he did. Shifting a bit in his lap, Polt muttered "A-Ahhh, that feels really nice."

It took a rather heroic act of willpower to keep from embarrassing himself as Polt wiggled back and forth in his lap, and Yamada tried to stop scratching the kobold's ear but the pitiful whine she made when he did kept him scratching and scratching.

"It feels so much nicer when someone else does it." Polt said as she settled down again, but that only lasted until Yamada moved onto her neck, and then the wiggling got even worse. It calmed down again as he moved onto her arms though.

And just as he finished with the fur on the back of her hands, Yamada figured out why she wanted to do the brushing away from the public eye.

"T-Thanks Yamada." Polt said, stumbling over her words as she blushed. "But umm, most of my fur is kinda...under my clothes. So if you could…"

Yamada just about died of an explosive rushing of blood away from vital organs and up to his face at that very moment. "You, you sure that's even legal?"

Polt this time shifted in embarrassment and nervousness more than anything else. "Yes please, if you don't then it's going to get all clumped."

"O-Okay." Trying to slide the brush under the back of Polt's sports top, the kobold cut him off.

"That won't work. You need to take it off entirely." Yamada could practically feel the blush in Polt's tentative hands he grabbed the edges of her top and pulled them up over her head, all the while desperately trying to keep himself from touching or looking anywhere inappropriate.

Putting the top to the side, Yamada took up the brush again and started to go over Polt's back. He was fairly sure that he was at serious risk of setting the tree he was resting against on fire, or of his own clothes spontaneously combusting. His state of a mix of incredible embarrassment and a not unhealthy amount of arousal was very much not helped when Polt started to make...noises.

"Mmmmm."

A pass over the kobold's shoulder.

"Aaaaaaah."

He dragged the brush down along her spine.

"Oooooooooh."

'Please stop, any more and I think I'll explode.' Yamada thought to himself. Unfortunately, or fortunately, his wish was going to be granted, just in a way he didn't expect.

"Aaa~aah!" Polt suddenly let out much louder moan then before and Yamada felt her jerk in his lap for a few seconds.

The bicycle cop's mind short circuited, and he said something he probably wouldn't have in a normal conversation. "Did you just-?"

"N-No! How could you think that! You are just imagining it." The reply from Polt came without missing a beat, and the girl squirmed even more as she reached over and grabbed her top. Still stumbling over her words she exclaimed. "That's enough for now! I can handle the rest."

Getting up off his legs, Polt practically sprinted out of the bushes and ran for home. Leaving the still barely functional Yamada to get back on his own. The human just stared wide eyed at the direction Polt had run off in, and after a few minutes trying to recollect himself, he tried to stand up and failed.

"Well," Yamada said with a sigh as he prepared himself to make the last hundred yards to his home. "Guess I better start pulling myself back home."

As he rose to his feet, unable to get that awfully touchy moment out of his head, Yamada thanked his still-shining lucky stars that no one had seen him and Polt just then. If anyone had, it would have made things worse. Imagine if someone he knew saw it. Like Agent Smith, or Nyx, or…

...Oh dear. Oh dear.

Nyx must never know about this.

He had to tell Polt to make sure Nyx never knew about this.

Yamada hurried after Polt. Limping so sluggishly that a snail could outpace him, for how drained he was after this exercise. But maybe after a week, he'd be able to limp faster than a snail by the end.