A monster musume fan fic, I own nothing of monster musume, only the characters and scenarios I create not mentioned in the manga and cartoon series. All credit goes to the respective owners. use of copywrited material is under free use for non profit federal guidelines.
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(And you think you've had strange days?)
He walked into his house not even bothering to take of his shoes and flopped down on his couch with a muffled "wump".
It had been one strange day, first, since he didn't have to work today he had cut through a local park, seemed innocent enough a thing to do, until he heard what sounded like small dog yap at him from behind, he turned around, nothing, then the yap again literally at his feet.
Looking down he saw a perfectly round white ball of fur with a tiny nose and two beady eyes on one side, it was for lack of a better word, "adorable".
He knelt down and extended a hand towards it, it sniffed at him then started licking his hand excitedly, he gently scratched it's chin, where he thought the ears were, and petted it a bit, it being irresistibly cute.
It bounced around happily on four tiny barley seen feet and yapped some more, he soon heard someone whistling and calling for someone, it turned and ran off in that direction, so he got up and moved on thinking about taking in a movie.
Next, he had been walking downtown when he heard someone above him shriek, "look out below"! Then something fell on him knocking the wind out of him.
When he got his head together and managed to drag in a breath he found himself nose to nose with some kind of liminal.
Oh thank you for catching me she gushed, thank you thank you thank you then planted one hell of a luscious smacker of a kiss on his lips and flew off.
The next one was even stranger, he had some papers out and sorting through them for some matches so he could light a smoke when a freak breeze snatched one of the papers away, he snapped his arm out to catch it and accidentally clotheslined someone off a bike.
Next thing he knew he was being congratulated for stopping a purse snatcher in the act and got kissed again by an older but still beautiful woman, (who sneakily got herself a feel while at it).
Ok, he told himself, just relax, those were simply accidents he just happened to be there for, won't happen again and continued on his way.
He got to the theater, nothing happened, he relaxed, there was the sound of crumpling metal and a tremendous crash, when he turned he had the grill of a big truck in his face moving slowly towards him, by instinct he put his hands on it and started pushing against it.
To the onlookers it looked like he was stopping it with his bare hands.
What he didn't know is there was a mother with an infant behind him, to the onlookers it looked like he was saving them from being crushed.
He once again found himself being congratulated, hands shaken, this time several kisses, someone even handed him a season pass the movie theater.
Ok, he told himself, this is getting weird, I better sit down a bit.
He walked over to a close by café and sat down thinking about getting some tea and even there it didn't stop.
He had just sat down when he heard some kind of argument going on, he rose to leave and slipped making him sprawl back in the chair when someone tripped over his leg and fell.
He got up before whoever it was rose to his feet, the guy turned and growled and came at him, he stepped back, tripped on the chair and somehow, sent it spinning at the guy only to see the back of it ram into his crotch and drop him in his tracks.
Turns out the guy was a thug that had just punched a liminal woman in the face out of nothing more than her being to close to him.
Again, handshakes and a couple of kisses.(although he liked the kisses).
What is this, me be a hero day or something? he puzzled to himself.
Even just kicking a rock over the edge of a levee got him hailed as a hero, he was at the bay watching the tide roll in when he turned and walked along the levee, below, out of sight a woman was pinned against a wall by a thug who was in the process of ripping her shirt off, he saw a rock as he walked and thought it dangerous where it was so he kicked off the levee.
The rock fell and struck the thug square on the top of his head and knocked him out cold.
Once again, handshakes and a kiss, this time getting a phone number thrust into his hand.
Alright he decided, this is too much and started heading home.
He hadn't take 10 steps before someone ran into him sending them both tail over head tumbling, when the world stopped spinning he found a harpy sitting on his stomach.
I'm terribly sorry she apologized, I ~ahem~ , ummmm, stumbled in flight and wound up landing on you.
Your a raptor type harpy aren't you? He asked. Yes, why do you ask? your not a bird brain like a friends harpy homestay is.
She giggled.
Morna, a voice said sharply, let the man up.
She scrambled up and he rose, it's ok he said, no harm done.
I apologies the woman said, I'm Smith, interspecies agency, Kinto, he answered, pleasure to meet you.
You already met Morna albeit the hard way.
They chatted a bit, she handed him a card and told him if he ever thought about being a host for liminal's, give her a call.
Bleh, he grumbled, now I'm getting phone numbers, and walked on.
He stopped back in the park and dropped to a bench to rest his feet, ok, so far so good he thought, no crazy stuff, now if I can just get home...
That's when that odd streak of luck struck again.
He could hear sirens moving along pretty fast, sounded like someone was being chased, he started to worry a bit when they got closer and were soon moving along parallel with the park.
A hedge nearby collapsed, as a truck forced it's way through moving fast, the truck hit the walk next to him with a lurch and someone in the back of the truck lost their grip on a big bag he had and it went flying to hit him in the face knocking him down.
The truck raced on, he pushed the bag off of him into his lap as he sat up when he noticed something was squirming around in the back and started whimpering.
He got the bag open and to his surprise he had a kobald pup in his lap, he picked it up and held it, it's ok he told it gently, your safe now, the bad men are gone, it wrapped it's arms around his neck and whimpered, he sat there stroking its back until police flooded into the park.
He got up and waved them over and told them what happened, while he was talking agent Smith arrived, soon, she had taken the pup and was going to have it taken back to it's mother, he spent some time giving a detailed report of the incident to the police, when they finally let him go, he put his head down, squared his shoulders like a minotaur getting ready to charge and marched resolutely back to his house which is where you came into the story.
You see, that cute little fuzzball he ran into was no dog, it was a luck dragon.
Often known to be pranksters, the sometimes take forms like that little fuzzball to see if someone will treat it kindly, if someone should, it will bless them with good luck although that good luck sometimes is a curse as well.
The dragon floated invisibly above the mans house, a soft smile on it's features, it, she, had taken an interest in this man so she would watch him and make sure his luck remains good.
Perhaps a little later she would introduce herself properly and see what happens, but for now, she would watch.