Cred to mon musu characters and Okayado
I own my OC's and this story
Any relation this story has to living people is only by coincidence so don't go harassing random people because you think you are being cool.
So I read a bunch of mon musu fics
The Life With Monster Girls - Soleneus
Everyday Life as an American Host- Viktorformosa
Daily life of Monster Girls in Alabama- GoatManofAnime
MON - Squad Bravo -Blaize83 (the was my main inspiration for a human-led MON team besides agent Smith in the show)
Handling my Homestay's Libido-Blaize83
And they are all really good and I recommend checking them out. While writing this I am also reading
The Crimson Gardevoir- ZLewdomancer34
All of these combined to give me the motivation to create something with my passion. So drawing from MSB I will be using a version of MON as my main group and probably using some character ideas just on appearance. The personality of characters will be my own but it will be influenced by other stories, the original anime, and of course my interests. Let's be honest if you wanted to read about spec ops you would pick up a tom clancy book. My goal for this story is to take a good mix of plot, fluff, sappy romance, cool stuff, and violence and produce a product I'm proud of. There will no doubt be errors in terms of ranks, roles, jobs, cultures, etc. But I do a degree of research so don't get bent if I miss something. With that out of the way, we can now get to the fun part. The beginning.
By the way, I am taking some personality traits from the monster girls page on so if you see any overlap, now you know why.
Since some readers have been offended it is worth noting I am from the south so when I reference things about the south it is from personal experience so don't get bent.
Name- James R. Friday
Age- 24
Nationality- American
Gender- male.
Height-5'8"
Hair-brown (curly)
Eyes-brown
Language fluency- English(native), Russian
Education- BA Anthropology
Military rank: navy O-1
MOS: 183X intelligence officer
Current employment: CIA directorate of operations (paramilitary)
Relationship status: Single
It was around 8:45 in the morning when I left my apartment in Langley, Virginia. I didn't sleep well last night because I heard the director of paramilitary operations had a special assignment briefing for me. I was nervous but at the same time excited. I'd been with the agency for a year now but my job had mainly been relegated to planning and brain-numbing officer work except for weekly combat training (a far cry from my experience in the field).
James knew things were about to get different but he couldn't have imagined what he was about to hear when he closed the door and sat down in director Edward Mckenzie's office. "James, as you know with the integration of monsters into human society 2 years ago, governments around the world have been scrambling and tripping over themselves to pump out legislation, policy, and new security measures regarding this situation," said Mckenzie. "I remember when the news broke, I was just beginning my final thesis which ended up being about liminal cultures, and customs. I was extremely interested but I also thought it would be an easy way to get noticed in academia" responded James. "Funny you should mention that paper because that's what I am here to talk to you about. The clowns up on the hill have finally gotten around to legislating the formation of Monster-Human paramilitary forces and because of your understanding of them I want to make you the leader of the CIA's first Monster-Human paramilitary detachment".
James was at a complete loss for words. Sure he'd had dreams of leading a team like that ever since the news broke but he thought that's all they were. Any notion of animosity between James and liminals would quickly be dispelled by his private search history. And really, who could blame him? As Edward watched James try to process all of this he couldn't help but smile because he knew he picked the right man for the job. Before he was done processing the implications of what this position meant he was able to blurt out an affirmation. "I WOULD BE HONORED SIR." "Glad to hear it James, but there are some strings attached," said Mckenzie.
First, if I believed this went without saying I wouldn't say it. Under no circumstances are there to be any relationships or actions akin to them. If it gets out that the captain of the new MH detachment is already sleeping with the members it will be a nightmare for a lot more than just you and your squad. First, they would strip you of everything. Then, deactivate the squad, rake me over the coals in the process, not to mention dishonor and deport your squad members which I will get to in a minute. So when I say it's a no I mean it, inside the US people are just looking to strike down cooperation efforts at every turn and I can't have you giving them a shining or in your case sticky example. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear" said, Mckenzie. "Yes sir, but I do have one question, you did say inside the united states correct?" flatly asked James, hardly containing his excitement at finding a possible loophole. "If there were to be fraternization and "familiarization" among members outside of US borders then I must admit that our surveillance resources would be better spent monitoring potential threats rather than the after-hours activity of "Hopefully" responsible adults." Said Mckenzie with a glare following the last words.
"Thank you for the clarification sir" replied James already fantasizing about what and who the future had in store for him.
"Now onto more pressing matters, our stations around the world have compiled a list of 100 possible candidates. In a week I expect you to have reduced that number down to 4 with 2 alternates in the case that some happened to fall through. Your team will be expected to operate in a wide range of environments and conditions. I know you are not dumb, quite the contrary actually, so I won't speak to you like you are, but if you choose candidates because of the head not attached to your shoulders I will relieve you of both." Mckenzie then reached into his desk filing cabinet and produced two massive stacks of candidates and a small one-page contract. "You have been excused of all obligations at the agency for the next week as you will be... quite busy. You can choose to work from home or here since this is top-secret material and any leaks could compromise your squad before it begins. Just sign this and the job is yours. Best of luck Agent Friday"
With a gulp and beads of sweat threatening his collar, James signed the document and picked up both stacks probably weighing 15lbs each. "Have a little faith Ed" said James while strolling out of Mckenzie's office. "I told you not to call me Ed, and shut my door on the way out" called Mckenzie. As he hooked the door with his foot a felt it shut behind him couldn't help but celebrate even if he looked like a clown celebrating while holding two massive binders. 15 minutes later he was back in his 5-speed Subaru Impreza he called "maru" with the binders in the passenger foot compartment for safekeeping he was ready to head home. Before he started driving he plugged his phone into his aux and cranked up some Dropkick Murphys one of his favorite bands and threw the car in first.
On his way home, James couldn't help but wonder if what he heard about dating liminal was true. Sure he heard about it from stories from his friends and on the internet but in truth, he had no experience. In writing the thesis it was mainly organization within communities in relation to human society which was still fascinating but only part of the larger picture regarding liminal life. It was still surprising to him that even after dating marriage and other acts were legalized there would still be so much resistance and not just in the south either. But hey, this is America, and nowhere in the constitution did it say people had to use their first amendment rights intelligently.
As James climbed the two flights of stairs to apt 201 he quickly dumped any thoughts about why people in America love to hate immigrants so much in favor of who the hell he might want for his team. Of course abilities and specialties are important but so is personality and physique. While massive liminals would have a serious upper hand in open environments closed spaces presented a difficult challenge. Even with that in mind, he couldn't shake the idea that Arachne would still be a valuable asset. As natural hunters, they are adept at tracking, traps, and bondage. "Probably shouldn't mention that last part in my presentation, but in all seriousness, I would much rather fight alongside one than against one," thought James to himself.
With that thought, he unlocked his door and proceeded to a small round kitchen table with four chairs around it. He pulled out a notebook to record ideas and possible candidates and for anything else he thought may be useful when it comes to a profile. "Okay so before I start looking I should probably outline the roles and traits I want to be fulfilled so I can get this done as efficiently as possible and not have Mckenzie up my ass about choosing girls based on looks," said James to himself. "The first position I'm looking for is a commando-type. Strong, fast, good hearing, tough, and loyal. Perfect for any type of environment from urban to the jungle" James mumbled to himself. He picked up the stack of applicants and started looking for someone who fits the bill. In his mind, he imagined some sort of dog or big cat. The first one he came across was a Snow Leopard from China. While she fit all the characteristics he was looking for being from a colder climate means she would put herself in danger of overheating in hotter climates. For now, James would set her as the first alternate.
Next, he flipped to a hellhound from Edinburgh, Scotland. Immediately James's mind went to a werewolf in London joke know that he'd probably get his ass kicked for telling it to her. It was no surprise to James her profile checked all the boxes he'd made. From training with the SAS and MI6, she was one of the best in her field but her character evaluation did raise an eyebrow. Abandoned as a child she had to fight for everything, from stealing food to survive and hiding in barns to avoid the less than pleasant Scottish weather. This all culminated in a fighting machine who couldn't be matched in hand to hand combat. Next, James looked at the personality section semi-unsure about what he would find. It said she was somewhat aggressive (duh thought James) since aggression is commonplace for hell hounds. But what surprised James was the continuation of the next page. Despite being aggressive this was countered by a stronger loyalty and a "no man left behind" mindset.
Satisfied with the application he set it aside from the rest of the stack. He had just found his commando. Then an idea popped into his mind. He had an entire week to fill six positions and he had just accomplished two of them. Granted one was the alternate but in an afternoon, he did a third of what was supposed to take all week. With this realization, he shut his notebook and went over to the couch. Despite being a military veteran and doing what others would consider pretty hardcore stuff he was still a nerd at heart. But he kept it on the DL only sharing it with friends. He often watched anime, read manga, and played video games in what little free time he had between his agency job and the other duties in his life like going to the gym and cooking. So now with a much-needed break, he flipped on "the rising of shield hero." Some hours later when the final episode of the season was coming to an and James realized something very important.
"Damn I'm really hungry. I wonder if I have any food"
Standing up to check his kitchen he first checked for rice since that's what all his meals consisted of to some degree.
"Greaaaat I'm out of rice"
Then checking the fridge to see if he had any leftovers he found he was also out of vegetables except for a dirty carrot that managed to hide in the bottom drawer for what James could only assume was a more than questionable amount of time. "Perfect, now I need to go get groceries at- ONE IN THE MORNING... ёпт меня," said James with no shortage of exasperation. "Is anything even open this late?" said James pulling out his phone and pulling up maps on his phone.
There was a 24 hr Walmart 5 blocks away but the nearest taco bell was only 2 blocks away and was also 24 hr. The decision may have been simple but it didn't mean he made the right choice. A minute later after grabbing his taco bell gift card and putting on his shoes he was ready to go. Locking the door behind him all he was thinking about was the delicious yet disgusting food he was about to enjoy. It was a chilly night in early September so James was just wearing a light jacket and a pair of jeans. A few minutes later he arrived. The place was about deserted besides the two cars for what he assumed to be the night shift workers. Which he saw were both liminals when he went inside. "Welcome to taco bell," said the salamander cashier with all the energy of a dead double-A battery. "Thanks, you too," said James not paying attention despite the hottest girl he'd seen all day both figuratively and literally standing behind the counter.
Upon realizing his mistake James took a quick look over at the cashier who couldn't help but laugh at the minor mistake. Not in a chastizing way but the sort of laugh no one is immune to when deprived of sleep. Huffing to himself with s smile and letting it go, he walked up to the counter to order one of the $5 boxes, his favorite fast food item even though he tried to stay away from the stuff and detested beans. Up close the cashier was even more attractive. It made him wonder how he hadn't noticed her before but just dismissed the notion that she was new. Still wrapped up in his thoughts he failed to realize she had asked for his name 3 times. Only after snapping a hand in his face did James come back.
"Sir what's the name for your order," the salamander asked
"Uhhh... I'm the only one here why do you need a name" responded James trying not to sound rude.
"Sir its just store policy"
"Friday," James said as he paid with his gift card
"Alright Mr. Friday your order will be ready in a few minutes," she said with a look in her eyes James couldn't quite place but brushed it off as his overly opportunistic brain screwing with him.
James sat down at a booth in the corner giving him a good view of the entrances, parking lot, and kitchen. As he was staring out at the calm night a silver minivan pulled into the parking lot to James's disappointment since he had enjoyed the peaceful quiet. Even if it was just a taco bell at 1:30 in the morning. "Order for Friday" called out the salamander with a dead look in her eyes spying a Karen and her three kids coming for the entrance. James had seen them too and after working a year in food service back in high school he felt closer to the salamander knowing that they both have experienced the same shitty customers. "Good luck with Karen it'll be fun to watch. Oh, and before I go, mind if I ask your name" said James with a stupid grin. She huffed but kept a smile because she knew he understood what it was like to be in her position.
"Its Naomi, enjoy your meal Friday," she said sweetly.
Just then Karen and her kids barged in the store signaling James it was time to vacate his spot at the register lest he incurs the wrath of Karen. Making his way over to the sauce stand he grabbed and a hand full of diablo sauce, filled up his water and took his seat at the corner of the restaurant to enjoy his dinner and maybe a show.
"Welcome to Taco Bell," said Naomi with a bit of apprehension.
"I want 3 kids' meals and two boxes" demanded Karen.
This would spell doom for Naomi because the year was 2025 and Taco Bell has not had kids meals since 2013 yet you can bet your ass Karen had 3 coupons that expired no less than 15 years ago. "I'm sorry Ma'am but we do not carry kids' meals and the coupons are expired. So even if we still did carry them I would not be able to enter those into the system" tentatively responded Naomi.
"What do you mean you can't, it's just a taco, drink, and those cinnamon things, just get me what I ask for" spat Karen.
What James had thought would have been a funny situation was quickly starting to make his blood boil. This was rare for him since he tried to make it a personal point to remain level headed, but something about being rude to people obligated to be nice pissed him off. Luckily for Karen, Naomi was able to keep her persona up and ring in the items with a customer service smile so forced it could strike fear in the devil himself. "The total will be $24.76," said Naomi wanting the time bomb in front of her gone as soon as possible.
"$24.76 are you screwing with me? I have 3 coupons for free kids meals so I should only be paying for the two boxes" retorted the Karen.
"I'm very sorry Ma'am but since I was not able to accept those coupons I was forced to ring up each item separately which is why your total is still $24.76" politely answered Naomi
While Naomi was correct what she said was still the wrong answer in the mind of Karen. Naomi's answer had just pulled the pin on the bleach blond, bob cut, bitch grenade on the other side of the counter.
"Oh, Shit," thought James and Naomi.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN. I AM THE CUSTOMER MEANING IM ALWAYS RIGHT. IM TRYING TO FEED MY KIDS AND I DONT NEED SOME LIZARD SLUT TELLING ME SHE CAN'T TAKE MY COUPONS"
As Karen continued on her tirade she didn't notice Naomi's tail had gotten fired up and things were about to get ugly. Fortunately for Karen, James did notice and started calmly walking to the front of the store. Keenly aware that any agitation to an already precarious situation could make this much worse.
"You monsters are all just lazy sluts going and sleeping around with whoever you want. Then when it comes to doing your job you are lazy there too, I knew the government made a mistake letting you people into our country" continued Karen in a haughty tone.
Before Naomi could do something that might get her deported or sent to prison. James moved between the pair with his back to Naomi. Standing face to face with the Karen James at 5'8 was only about 3 inches taller than her but that wasn't about to deter her.
"Excuse me Ma'am I-"
"I don't give a shit who you are, get out of my way" Karen growled trying to shove him out of the way. Though she weighed more than him, for what James lacked in height he made up for in strength. His right hand shot up and grabbed her wrist firmly but not to the point it would hurt since this wasn't technically his area of jurisdiction but he couldn't just let this slide.
"I advise you not to put your hands on a government agent"
"Whaaa" gasped Karen shocked that she was no longer able to verbally abuse a food service employee.
"If you continue to verbally abuse this cultural exchange participant I will take you into custody."
"It won't happen again" growled Karen reaching for he purse to pay.
"Wonderful, diplomatic incidents like this are a massive headache. Thank you for your compliance" said James with a smile that spelled nothing short of "get fucked."
As James went back to sit down and Karen collected her food and left, peace had once again been restored to the taco bell. When James was done eating he wiped off the table. Not that he had made any mess just that it was routine from being a waiter. He then dumped his trash and walked to the door.
"Have a good night Naomi"
"You too.. and thank you James" called Naomi with a brewing fire in her eyes.
Ok, so that's the first chapter done. I have already written the second Chapter and will be uploading it sometime later today. I will probably have some lemons in this story I can't say how often I will have them because I am just not there yet in the story. Please tell me what you think about the story so far because while I am writing this story just because I enjoy it that does not mean that I am not interested in hearing what other people have to say about it. I do plan to take this story long term so expect a decent number of arcs and juicy details.
That's all I got for now.
Best,
Agent Friday