Daily Life with My American Monster Wives
Hey, Everyone! Welcome to my new story! This one is inspired by the 'Monster Girl Encylopedia' (check out their wiki!) and the 'Daily Life with Monster Girls' anime! This work is rated 'M' for a reason, so unless you are of age and enjoy explicit material, GET OUT NOW!
It takes place in the same AU as "A Daily Life with My Monster Wives" by 'General RTS', which directly inspired this. Please check out the first segment of the first chapter of his work for the history of this world. While his story is set in 'Nippon'(aka Japan), mine is set on the West coast of the USA, thus the details of relations between the human and monster girls communities are slightly different. There are still entirely segregated communities, but in larger cities there are semi-integrated communities as well, and 'anti-raiding' laws are strictly enforced. The elf and dwarf communities are still the most integrated with humans, and they also contribute greatly to law enforcement. So-called 'humanitarian' monsters are simply called what they really are: man-eaters.
There is still the annual "Husband Hunt", but a few changes there as well. It is still ¼ of the human males of each region that are chosen by lottery, but the age-range is 18-20, although certain very few communities have been known to turn out ALL of their young men; specifically FLDS communities in the mid-west that have a history of doing so. The age range for participating monster girls is 18-25. Many U.S. communities also allow human male volunteers aged 21-25 to enter a second lottery every year in which only 10% are chosen. There is one exception to the lottery rules: if a human male is already married at the time the Spring lottery comes around, they are exempt from participating. Thus, it is not uncommon, especially among wealthy families, for the young men to be pressured to marry young in order to avoid the lottery.
The particular community of this story is between Los Angeles and San Diego, and is kind of like a combination of Santa Monica and Venice Beach.
Well, that's the bare bones of this world. Let's get started, shall we? LOL!
Chapter 1: The Lottery
Draco was pissed! He loved his family dearly, but he was sick to death of all the match-making and pressure to get married. He was only twenty, for fucks sake! Sure, all the girls had been extremely attractive and came from good families, that wasn't the problem. The problem was that the ones that weren't vapid airheads or raging bitches were conniving social climbers just looking to hitch their fortunes to another fortune! The normal girls his friends set him up with were no better. As soon as they knew he was the oldest of eight heirs to the Prince Clean Energy Conglomerate, and the fortune that entailed; all they saw was dollar-signs.
As the oldest of eight from his father and three moms, all of whom were very busy in the company, it often fell to him to help take care of his younger siblings as he grew up. Yet he still found time to learn Dragon-Fist kung fu and Jeet-Kun-Do, as well as join his high school parkour team, leading them to victory in the state championship two years in a row. Once he turned 18, his parents asked him to take an active role in the company, which he did for a while. After that, he decided to step back and only take part when the vote his shares in the business entitled him to was required. He had his own pursuits; he did voice-overs and wanted to be an author. His oldest sibling, Mike, wanted to be a chef; while number 3 child Bethany inherited Dad's brain for business, so it was decided to groom her to take the reins of the company one day.
But ever since his 18th birthday two summers ago, the whole family was pressuring Draco to find and marry a first wife! Why? To guarantee he never got chosen to take part in the local 'Husband Hunt' for the local monster girls. Every spring, all single 18-20 y/o men had to register for the Husband Hunt lottery. Only 25% of those would be chosen at random. There was also a second lottery that 21-25 y/o single men could volunteer for, which only 10% would be chosen to take part. One month later, all would be released into a given 'hunting' ground on the opening day of the hunt, one hour before the monster girls would also be released. Registered unmarried single or groups of 'sister-wife teammates' had up to five days to capture a husband.
He dismounted his custom solar-hybrid motor-trike in the garage and stormed into the family mansion. He passed by Bethany getting a snack in the kitchen. "Beth".
"Hey, Biggest Brother! You're back kinda early….from….your…date?", she trailed off as he stomped by, visibly irritated. "Hoo boy. He looks like he's about to explode. I told our parents not to…."
"Why did you set me up with Tiffani Kase again?!", Draco all but shouted when he found all four of his parents and a few of his younger siblings in the living room watching a movie.
"Now, Draco", Carol, his second mom, said in a calming tone. "The last time was two years ago. Her mom is my best friend and asked that she get another chance since she told me Tiffani had changed; grown up."
"Oh, she's changed all right", Draco snorted. "She was even more stuck-up, entitled, and obnoxious than before! And for some strange reason, she had it in her head that it was a done deal!"
"She couldn't have been that ba…", his dad, Rick, started to say, when Draco cut him off.
"She was planning our wedding right there in the restaurant, Dad!", Draco said, exasperated. "That's it! I am DONE with this! No more match-making! No more 'arranged dates'! No more dating, period! I'm going to my room. Moms, Dad, brothers and sisters, good night and I love you."
"I told you that wouldn't go over well", Draco's birth-mother, Dee, Rick's first wife, said after he went out to his 'room', as he had the pool-house all to himself. "Draco is an excellent judge of character. Sorry, Carol, but he is right about Tiffani Kase."
"We need to get him married before the Spring lottery, Dee", Rick said darkly. "Even with the odds as they are, we were lucky he wasn't chosen the last two years. I for one don't want to risk losing him to the monster girls. Compared to that, even a bitchy princess like Tiffani is preferable."
"I wonder", Dee said under her breath. She'd had some dealings with demi-humans, both business and socially. Most had better manners and morals than most humans! And when monster girls chose a husband, it had nothing to do with his fortune or social standing, and everything to do with attraction. She went to the arboretum, to think among her plants. Her black cat, Morganna, followed her dutifully.
There were certain risks during the hunt as well. There was no guarantee of the character of the wife/wives that captured a man. And there were very rare cases of men being captured and sold to the dens; to exist in a drugged stupor of aphrodisiacs with barely enough food to survive and forced to service an endless string of monster girls who could afford to pay. Even rarer were cases of man-eaters somehow gaining entrance to or infiltrating the hunt, only to mate with and devour their catch on the spot. But Dee had faith in Draco's abilities to defend himself.
In his bedroom, Draco removed his sandals, cargo-pants, and shirt; exposing his black tribal-style tattoos. On his right pec was a green-eyed dragon breathing red flames over where his heart beat in his chest, his back was covered by dragon-wings, his right bicep was ringed by a celtic-knot dragon band, his left bicep had a celtic-knot of all four ancient element symbols around a pentacle, a 'Gemini' symbol on his left wrist, and a Yin & Yang on his right wrist. He removed and hung the dragon-pentacle amulet his birthmother gave him on the horns of the small dragon-statue holding a Tesla lightning-ball on his nightstand.
He stretched his 5'10", 180 lb frame, and released his long, golden-blonde hair from the ponytail he'd had it in. He took a small measure of pride in his tan, 'Bruce Lee' build body, then he glowered. Yes, he was handsome, strong, and took care of himself; he had earned this body, and the ladies did take notice. But as soon as they knew who he was, all they saw was his family name and fortune; making he himself just a handsome bonus. It disgusted him, as it happened with every girl he ever met, all the way back to high school, resulting in him still being a virgin. He was determined to give himself only to a girls—or girls—who truly loved him for himself!
He pulled on a pair of board-shorts and selected a few digital copies of classic "Godzilla" movies to play in sequence on his 'smart-TV' and turned in. Watching the movies in bed, they helped relax his mind. He set the TV to turn off in a few hours, knowing he would fall asleep sooner or later.
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Over the following weeks, Draco artfully dodged or avoided every attempt at setting him up with several girls, making good his self-proclamation. He was bound and determined that the only relationships or marriages he engaged in would be based solely on attraction and love.
Then the day of the lottery came. The U.S. government had decided to switch to the same method that was used in most of the rest of the world. It had been exposed last year, in a rather messy scandal, that the 'computerized random selection program' they had been using was being hacked in many cases to prevent the selection of those whose families could afford the hackers to do it. Selection was now done by blindly drawing a small ball from a bin at the same district locations where people went to vote. If a guy drew a white ball, he was 'safe'. But if he drew a gold ball, he'd been selected. His name, picture, stats, and brief profile were entered in the system and he was assigned a biometric, bar-coded armband. This info was available online to the monster girls, so those who wanted to could decide who to 'gun for' when the hunt begins. There was a four week gap between the lottery and the Husband Hunt, to give those selected time to prepare and spend with their families. While post-marriage visitation, or even moving into human communities was fairly common, there was no guarantee.
He arrived with several of his friends, all of them supporting each other in solidarity, so to speak. Each stepped up to draw in-turn, a few blindly swirling the balls around to mix them, and all six of his friends drew white balls. Draco stepped up, thrust his arm into the covered bin, grabbed a ball and withdrew it. He looked at it, and a grin split his face.
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"I WAS SELECTED!", Draco announced loudly as soon as he got home, still grinning.
"WHAT?!", Carol cried, her voice heavy with shock and worry. Jessica, his third mom, gasped and nearly fainted. His siblings, drawn by the raised voices, began to converge on the living room wondering what was going on.
"Please tell me you're joking?!", Rick said.
"I'm not kidding", he smirked, going over to a nearby computer. He logged into the proper site and pulled up his profile. It had pictures of him and basic data.
Name: Draco Lee Prince
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 180 lbs
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green
Skills: martial arts, swimming, and parkour.
Additional: Author, voice-actor, adrenaline junkie. Enjoys movies, amusement/theme parks, video-games and cooking for friends and loved ones.
"There must be some way to get you out of this", his dad said.
"No, Dad!", Draco insisted, rather irked at the very suggestion. "Even if there was—which there isn't—I wouldn't want out! This is just the kind of challenge I've been looking for!"
"This isn't a game, Draco!", his dad roared. "This is your life! We might never see you again!"
"Biggest brother is leaving?", the ten y/o Diana cried tearfully, her outburst triggering similar reactions from the other little ones.
"Who says I'll get captured?", Draco said. "Others have made it all five days before! Very rare, true, but it can be done! And with the preparations and planning I intend to do, I think I can beat the odds!"
"And if you don't?", Carol asked anxiously.
"Then at least I know my new wife—or wives—aren't marrying me for my money", Draco said plainly. He turned to his siblings, who all looked worried that they were losing him, and hugged them all at once. "Don't worry, no matter what happens, you won't be losing me forever. I promise."
Dee went up to her eldest son, and hugged him with a proud smile, her eyes tearing up slightly, joined by Mike and Bethany.
"I have faith in you, Draco", she told him. "And I'm sure everything will work out for the best."
"Well", Rick sighed in defeat. "If it's what you want, Son, then the least we can do is support you and help you with your preparations as best we can."
"Thanks, Dad", he smiled, hugging his father. "I think I can handle most of it. But there is one thing you can help me with…..that is, if you don't mind using the company helicopter?"
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The local husband hunting ground has been in the same place for years: a small island a few miles off-shore, about 15 miles long from North to South, and a little over five miles wide, and connected to the mainland by a 4-lane bridge thanks to the relatively shallow depth of the water in between. Most of the time, it was a state park and campground open to the public and maintained by the state of California. Draco crossed the bridge on his trike, to scout the island. He figured to get the lay of the land before the hunt to give himself an edge, while his dad helped from the air in the helicopter. Draco was surprised that no others were doing the same. It only made sense. Draco supposed that most simply accepted the 'inevitability' of capture. After all, most were usually caught within the first twelve hours due to the superior strength, speed, stamina, and senses of most monster girls.
After a few scouting trips, Draco was confident in his knowledge of the island, and the digital maps his dad had made from the helicopter. He then settled in to order his supplies and equipment, although a few he could easily get locally. His family was impressed with his preparations. He was planning ahead and thinking this through strategically, like he had every other challenge or adventure he'd pursued as he grew up.
The first things he ordered online were a pair of Mil-Tec Warrior ACU Digital Camo Tactical Pants with built-in knee-pads, a Rothco Special Ops Soft Shell Jacket with the same 'pixel-print' forest-camo pattern and color, a black tactical belt with multiple pouches, and a black, waterproof, tactical shoulder-bag like the one used by the Assassin's Creed character 'Desmond Miles'. He then ordered MRE's to serve as his evening meals during the hunt, and a filter-bottle for water.
From the local stores Draco picked up five 1lb. packages of 'sweet&hot' beef jerky, five 1lb. packages of chipotle turkey jerky, a 3 lbs. bag of green apple Jolly Rancher hard candies, a 3 lbs. bag of Coffee-Nut M&M's, and a small container of 'Glacier Freeze'-flavor Gatorade drink mix.
Finally, he went back online to order several strings of firecrackers, a pack of smoke bombs, a pack of pepper-spray bombs, and a Xikar 9660CL Clear Stratosphere II Lighter plus a small extra can of fuel. While it was not common, male candidates were perfectly allowed to resist capture in the spirit of the hunt. Of course, there were limits to the lengths they could go to do so. Guns, large blades, or lethal poisons were not allowed. Small blades were permitted on the condition that they were not to be used to maim or inflict life-threatening wounds, although it was well-known that small blades would have little to no effect on the more powerful monster girls.
The fireworks Draco ordered were in the spirit of that resistance, as were the knives from his collection that he was now sharpening: two 'Black Legion' dragon-claw lock-blades. The two and ½ inch blades were reverse-curved and razor-sharp on the inverted edge; like animal claws, and would open with a flick of his thumb almost as fast as switch-blades. The other end of the handles also had a ring through which he could slide his pinkies, reducing the chance of dropping and losing them. Finally, they also had clips so he could easily carry them on his tactical belt.
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Draco awoke opening day of the Husband Hunt to the smell of malted butter-milk waffles and bacon. He followed his nose around the 'lagoon-style' pool and into the kitchen of the main house. There was his family, setting the table and buzzing around the kitchen. When they saw him, Diana pouted and huffed that she'd been about to wake him herself, as the others all greeted him. Draco tossled his little sister's hair then fist-bumped Mike as he worked the Belgian waffle-iron.
"Apple-cinnamon, just for you, Bro", Mike grinned.
"You're the best, Mikey", he grinned, his mouth watering. He was touched by the gesture. His family normally only did full-on family breakfast together on holidays or special occasions. But here they were, working together to make his favorite breakfast: Belgian waffles, sausage/bacon, eggs and hash-browns. His dad smiled as he handed Draco a king-size mug of mocha while Bethany poured him a tall glass of pineapple juice. Once all the food was ready, they all sat down. Draco smothered his whole waffle with butter and maple syrup and put ketchup on his hash-browns. And they talked over their meal, like they always did at those times they all sat down to eat together. It felt good, the way family should.
"Well", Draco said awkwardly, checking the time as he finished eating, "I have to get ready."
He forced himself to turn from the downcast faces of his youngest siblings to go shower and get dressed in his camouflage pants and jacket over his black boxer-briefs and black muscle-shirt. He checked the fireworks, pepperspray-bombs, and smoke-bombs in the pouches of his tactical belt one final time and clicked it around his waist. He checked his MRE's, candy, smartphone, and lighter-fuel in his shoulder bag and then put it on. He then put the bags of turkey jerky in his left thigh pocket, and the beef jerky in his right thigh pocket. His lighter went into his right hip pocket. He clipped his knives between pouches on the back of the tactical belt. He looked in the mirror. He was ready. He put on his sunglasses and walked out.
Dee, his birth-mother, had volunteered to drive him to the 'release point', where the bridge reached the island. He hugged his dad and other moms, who all wished him luck.
"Draco, I made this for you", Rick said, handing him a water-tight smartphone case. "It has a mini-solar cell built inside, so you can charge your phone."
"Thanks, Dad", he said, transferring his phone to the case and slipped it into the left inside pocket of his jacket, then hugged his dad again.
"I'll be back, I promise", he told his youngest siblings as he hugged and kissed them. "Until then, be good and listen to Dad and our moms. And when they're not around, you've got Mike and Beth, ok?"
"Good luck, Bro", Mike smiled, getting misty.
"You can do it, Biggest Brother", Bethany said, also tearing up.
"Thanks, you two", he smiled, teary-eyed himself as he hugged his two oldest siblings. "The little ones are gonna look to you two now; so take good care of this zoo full of wild animals or I'm gonna kick your butts when I get back!", he chuckled, making the other two laugh.
"We better go, Draco", Dee said gently. "It's almost time."
They rode in silence, as like many times since Draco was born, words were not needed between the two of them. Dee drove carefully to the bridge and across. At the far end was the 'entrance' to the island park, where the hunt would kick off from. It was already crowded with potential husbands and female officials logging them in and calibrating their armbands. Draco and his mom got out and walked toward the crowd. She suddenly stopped, causing him to turn to her. She looked into his eyes with love, pride, and tears.
"You came early into this world", she told him. "You were so small, so frail that the doctor and your father were afraid you wouldn't make it. But I knew. I never doubted. From the moment I first held you in my arms and looked into your emerald eyes, I knew you would become the strongest of them all. That's why I named you 'Draco'; after the dragon of legend that flew to the stars."
"I got it all from you, Mom", Draco said, hugging her.
"No. I nurtured it, but it was always all you", she said, putting a hand on his heart. "Adventure has always been your destiny, Draco. You have the heart of a warrior, and the soul of a dragon. And just maybe you can bring our worlds closer together. That is who you are, my Son. Whatever happens, I have faith in you that it will be for the best."
"I love you, Mom", he said tearfully, hugging her tightly. She pulled him down to kiss his forehead, smiled, and went back to her car.
Like all the others, Draco's pack and gear was inspected for any illegal items.
"You're gonna put up a fight, aren't you?', the elven inspector smiled and winked at him as she handed his belt and pack back to him. "Good for you! I wouldn't be surprised to see you back here in five days, and I will personally let you back through the gate if I do. Good luck."
"Thanks", he replied with a smile. He saw a few other candidates who looked prepared to put up a fight.
He found a place among the candidates waiting for the gate to open at 11 am. They would get exactly one hour head-start before the Hunt participants were released at noon. Draco took a moment to chuckle at the irony of the monster girls being released at 'lunch time' to capture their potential husbands. He grinned and set himself as he watched the last few seconds count down. A horn sounded as the gates opened, allowing the candidates to flood onto the island. Draco grinned as he dashed up into the hills.
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(AN) I do not own the song "Out on the Edge" by Jon Fiore, which was the theme to the 80's movie "The Heavenly Kid". I just thought it was appropriate for Draco here. I did cut it short for space, though.
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I'm headin' for someplace
That ain't in a dream.
I'm headin' where no mortal man's ever been.
And you may never see my face again!
With the eyes of a fool
And a heart full of fire.
I'm climbin' a mountain
that keeps gettin' higher.
I'm playin' a game
That no one's supposed to win.
On my way!
Where I want to be!
Got to stay
Out on the edge!
Out on the edge!
Draco and many others took the main path into the hills. He and a few others split off to the north. He pushed himself to get ahead of the others, to put as much distance and as many candidates between him and the starting line as possible. He vaulted over boulders and logs, slid under low branches, and jumped gullies.
I'm playin' it all
On a roll of the dice.
Got nothin' to lose,
But the rest of my life!
I'm chasin' my demon,
And I'm gonna ride him down!
The harder I run,
The faster I go.
And the places I've never seen anymore.
I know this is it!
It's too late to turn back now!
On my way!
Where I want to be!
Got to stay
Out on the edge!
Out on the edge!
Nearly an hour of running later, Draco was on a high bluff with a fair view of the bridge, gate, and beach. There were a fair number of candidates who were simply lounging on the beach and woods near the gate, content or resigned to simply wait to be chosen. The horn sounded again, and monster girls not only flooded through the gate, but many dove off the bridge into the water or took wing into the air! After seeing many candidates wade into the surf – probably hoping to be captured by mermaids – Draco headed for deeper cover, lest he be spotted by a winged monster girl. Didn't those guys realize that mermaids weren't the only sea monster girls? Idiots!
Temporarily invisible, Draco sat down to rest under a willow tree; its drooping branches and foliage giving him some cover from being easily spotted from the ground as well. He opened a package of beef jerky and munched on a few pieces before closing it again. He then popped two Jolly Ranchers in his mouth. He knew where all the fresh-water streams and springs were, so he could avoid the ponds and watering holes that were likely to soon have aquatic monster girls like mucus toads, sahagins, undines, and slimes lying in wait for unsuspecting 'husbands'. While preparing for the past four weeks, Draco had also done extensive research into many of the types of monster girls that were likely to take part in the local hunt. He cross-referenced that with what he'd learned about the island on his scouting trips.
Once rested, Draco opened up his senses. Not too far away, he heard a man shout in surprise, likely having suddenly found himself in the loving arms of his future wife. In another direction, he heard a similar cry combined with a large splash. He shook his head with a soft chuckle. The wind picked up, and he sniffed the air. A few faint hints of musk among the natural scents of the island, indicating that any monster girls in that direction were fairly distant. He looked sharply around as he exited the overhanging foliage of the willow tree, and jogged upwind.
After a while, he came upon a strange scene in a clearing further down the hill from him; a huge pitcher-shaped flower with a beautiful, light-green skinned naked girl standing thigh-deep in the flower's orange nectar. An alraune. But they were plant monster girls! How could she be here for the hunt? She must have 'sister-wife' teammates who helped temporarily transplant her. Sneaky, as the alluring scent of an alraune or lilyraune can draw a man in to practically surrender himself to them! His hunch was proved right as he saw a candidate emerge from the trees into the clearing, walking toward her as if in a lewd daze. Three honey-bee girls suddenly appeared from the trees behind him and to his sides, cutting off any possible escape.
"Oh, he's a handsome one, sisters", the tallest honey-bee said with a sultry grin.
"I told you we could help each other", the alraune said happily as the man stepped into her flower and was soaked in her sweet, aphrodisiac nectar. The honey-bees joined her in stripping him of his clothes.
"Heather", the tall one said to the youngest one. "Take his armband back and register our catch."
"Aw! But want him now, too, Sophia!", Heather pouted.
"Fly fast and you can join the party when you get back", Sophia told her. "Then in the morning, we'll take him back to the new hive on our island. He or one of the others our groups catch will become husband to our queen. The rest we get to share."
"And other than the one your queen chooses, you'll share all the husbands our teams catch with me and all my sister alraunes and lilyraunes growing around the hive", the flower girl reminded while ravishing the man. Heather 'hmph'-ed and buzzed away with the armband.
Draco ran further along the ridge when the wind shifted, lest he be snared by the alraune's scent as well. This was unexpected. Honey-bees and alraunes had never teamed up for the hunt before from what he knew! Who knows what other surprises could be…..
Draco ducked as a shape sailed over him from behind! He sprang back up to face the copper-haired inari who skidded to a landing and turned to regard him with sparkling eyes and a lusty grin, her fox-tail twitching behind her.
"Interesting", the fox girl cooed. "How did you know I was there?"
"Does it matter?", he asked.
"Mmmmm…not really", she grinned, and charged at him again! He sidestepped and stuck out his foot, tripping her. At the same time, he pulled a string of firecrackers from his belt, and lit the fuse with his lighter. He tossed them toward her as she began to stand again, and he took off. The string of mini-explosions scared and confused her, making her run in the opposite direction.
'That was close', he thought to himself as he continued on his way. He was heading for a small cave with an entrance that was hidden by ivy-vines. He checked the GPS on his phone. It wasn't too far, but it would take him at least an hour to get there. He could hole up there for the night, then move on in the morning to avoid simply being tracked back to it. Plus, there was a fresh water spring along the way. He set off at a jog.
About thirty-five minutes later, Draco reached the spring. He took out his 1-liter filter bottle and filled it up. As he re-secured his bottle, he got the vague feeling of being watched. Seeing nothing around him, he looked to the sky. There she is. A black harpy. But why isn't she attempting to catch him? She's just circling, maintaining altitude and watching hi…
Draco dashed for cover! The harpy was a scout! Her teammates could already be on their way! He was still running five minutes later…..when the ground gave way under him! He was in a pit, on top of the foliage that had hidden it.
"Got you~!", a sultry, feminine voice called out. "I'll be there to collect you from my web in a moment, future husband~!"
Draco looked again. He was indeed on a stretchy, sticky-looking web; it would easily stick and tangle anyone trying to climb out. He smiled, and began bouncing up and down on the foliage that fell in with him. He got higher with each bounce, until he bounced above the pit. He then adjusted his next bounce, so he landed outside. He immediately took off running at full speed into the brush! The silver-haired arachne tried to pursue, but the trees and bushes were too dense for her big body to follow as he weaved and vaulted through them.
"Oh, very clever", she grinned. "Using my web like a trampoline to escape? Smart. I like that! And I'm sure my sisters will, too."
She climbed a tall tree and got the harpy's attention, then pointed in the direction their target had fled. The harpy nodded and flew in the given direction.
Draco reached the cave, located at a junction of paths. He went inside, tossing a lit pepper-spray bomb into the junction. It exploded, covering his scent, and he relaxed. He watched through the curtain of foliage that hid the entrance. He saw a few candidates and monster girls pass by over time, the girls reacting to the residual pepper-spray more sharply than the humans, but no one discovered his hiding place. After a while of no activity outside, he opened an MRE and poured a little water into the heating pouch; activating it. After a few minutes, he had a hot meal of "fajita-chicken" ready to eat. Draco added some drink mix to the rest of his water, and enjoyed his dinner. Afterward, he checked outside one more time as the sun set. Seeing and sensing nothing, he settled down to sleep.
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Author's notes: What do you think? Did Draco plan and prepare well? As for his senses, it will be revealed later that Draco was trained for a few years by a Shaolin Master.
We will see that same Arachne and Black Harpy again later, along with their sisters!
Long reviews and suggestions are always welcome! No flames, please.
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