A monster musume fan fic. I own only the characters and scenarios I create, not the materials used under free use for non profit federal guidelines, all credit for them goes to their respective owners.

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Incoming fire was getting intense, we were pinned behind a broken down wall sheltering from the enemy that had been pursuing us for three solid days.

We had been in a running fight with a nasty group of terrorists for the past three days as we retreated back towards our lines and safety.

It didn't help we had both walking wounded and wounded that could not walk, the enemy knew this and were counting on it to slow us down, at one point we had thought we had shaken our pursuers until they opened up on us again, forcing us to hunker down behind this wall.

Incoming fire was intensifying, we were low on ammo, still far enough from safety we could not count on reinforcements to arrive in time and could not just spray bullets randomly when the wall I was hunkering down behind exploded, sending shards of stone and mortar in every direction.

I was down, for the briefest of moments I thought it was my time, I was about to take the walk into the long darkness when I thought I heard the sound of a heavy machine gun open up near our position and start raining hell down on the enemy.

The last thing I remember as I faded into unconsciousness was a woman standing over me with a big machine gun, trigger down and rocking hard.

I woke I think about 20 minutes later to the sound of gunfire, it sounded like one hell of a fight going on out there.

Easy marine, a voice said, your fight is over for now, I got you patched together well enough to make the trip back to medical at base, but your in no condition to fight.

Another voice, a woman's, how is he doc? You got there just in time, frankly, I'm surprised he survived that explosion, that's a marine for you though, tough as nails and twice as hard.

Good, there was the sounds of a weapon being serviced as they spoke, geez Zombina, you and your big guns. A chuckle, if your gonna do it, she responded, better do it right the first time.

That's Zombina, the doc told me once he had returned to my side, your savior out there and one of the best assault specialists I have ever met.

A girl an assault specialist? I asked in surprise, She's a zombie, a liminal, absolutely fearless and as crazy as any marine I have ever met.

Now, as for you, your likely going to go back home for awhile and be able to gain an honorable if you want, for the most part, the war is over for you.

The sound of a large bolt being pulled back and a shell being chambered, if you boys will excuse me, I think I'm going to go have some more *fun*, look after my marine doc, she said, I wanna see him on base later.

Doc stepped away for a bit then came back with a kit, can't move you now because of the fight going on, but no enemy will make it this far alive I can promise you, he took out a needle drew a liquid into it and swabbed my shoulder and jabbed the needle into me expertly.

A vitamin cocktail that will help you recover faster, the he jabbed me with another needle, a mild sedative to help you relax, maybe even get a little sleep, you obviously need it after the past few days.

You got that right, doc I answered, three days on the move and no sleep, that'll make anyone crazy.

A few minutes later I felt the sedative taking hold an soon fell asleep.

What I guess was about six hours later I woke in an actual hospital bed, not that cot I was on at the outpost, I still had a dull ache in places but felt a lot better.

I see were finally awake a voice said from next to the bed, no, stay put or I'll strap you down she snapped as I struggled to sit up, you got a lot of deep bruising and several breaks, just relax for now.

How long have I been here? I asked her, about three hours, chopper came in a little hot, made a hard landing but they had you secured well enough to ride it out, took some ground fire as it lifted off, you stirred up one hell of a mess out there.
Apparently that group had gotten their asses kicked a couple days before and a nuke they somehow had gotten their hands on taken from them by bravo company, their looking for some revenge and giving their all to get it.

Don't worry though, delta and bravo companies are mopping up what's left of them.

Seems you've made a friend too, your going to have a visitor when your cleared for them, but for now, just lay back and relax and take advantage of this to catch up on some sack time.

My team? I asked, most are here, the nurse answered, you lost two soldiers in the fight, the rest are wounded, a few seriously, but will survive.

The two already badly wounded are the ones that passed on, one of them so seriously there was no saving him, the second we lost on the table, poor guy never had a chance.

Damn, I muttered, I knew which men, damn good soldiers too. Get me the forms and I'll fill them out I told the nurse.

Nope, she answered, you've been relieved of duty on medical reasons, until your cleared or moved, your job is to stay put and relax.

I just grumbled, do nothing, phhhttt.

Yeah, I know, the nurse said sarcastically, it's terrible, isn't it?

That set me chuckling, you just relax now handsome, the nurse said, I have to get on about my duties, but, I warn you, I'll strap your ass down if you try to get up and I like tying men up.

I mock shuddered but relaxed and soon was asleep again.

How long I slept I do not know, when I woke I was being prepared to fly stateside.

Finally, a semi familiar voice said, your lazy ass is awake, Looking at the author of the voice I found myself looking at a woman that looked like she had been blown apart and then stitched back together, still, that didn't keep her from being beautiful in an odd sort of way.

I'm Zombina, she said before I could ask, I have been assigned as a kind of body guard for you, you mean a babysitter, I grumbled.

Exactly, she chuckled, because of you, one of the nastiest cells we've been after as been wiped out, command want's you stateside safe and sound, so, assigned me to be your babysitter.

She smiled, I suspect you have some medals coming your way for this.

Next few hours we chatted away except when they moved me to the tarmac, then aboard the plane.

I found myself liking this patchwork beauty.

Three months later found me home, I had indeed been given medals for meritorious service, above the call of duty, a purple heart and a couple others not worth mentioning.

I had also received an honorable discharge from the marines as well, my wounds however, left me with a limp and several scars on my left side and across my back, and, I had become somewhat of a recluse.

That, you can thank a would be tough guy that decided he wanted to take on a marine, it didn't go well for him.

I had also kept up a regular correspondence with Zombina, she eventually convinced me to take a trip to Japan.

The following month found me in Tokyo and had taken residence in an older part of the city in a rather run down old but still solid house.

I took a liking to the country and the people so eventually moved there and stayed, even getting offered an advisory position with one of the local police departments.

Zombina visited regularly once I was settled in and saw that I was lacking for nothing, much as I preferred to be alone, I did enjoy her company.

A month after I settled in and became a citizen Zombina introduced me to an agent named Smith, inviting her in, we sat about the table in the kitchen while Smith sipped on a cup of my crappy coffee.

I have a proposition for you she finally said, due to a few rather ignorant politicians, all liminals must have a registered host rather they have permission to be on their own or not, what would you think about becoming a host?
before you answer, the agency can arrange that this house be placed in your ownership and any and all necessary work will be done to accommodate your homestay at the agencies cost, not yours, not to mention the nice stipend that comes with it.

Hmmm, I murmured to myself, I like the sound of getting the house and the rest, but, who would I be hosting and do I have to pay anything if I back out of it later?

No and Zombina has expressed a willingness to be your homestay, you two obviously get along well and understand each others back grounds, so, it's perfect.

I agree as long as it's Zombina only for now, later, we will see. I answered her.

Agreed, Smith said, Expect a construction team to drop in tomorrow and begin work, you can take the opportunity to do some shopping or something while they are here, and don't worry, they work fast, they'll be done before you get back.

We will do the paperwork after.

And so, Zombina became my homestay.

The construction crew "DID" work fast, they even rebuilt my gun display and organized everything accordingly, and, as I later found out, they even installed a security safe for my largest gun, an M60 machine gun that took getting several special permits to keep.

Zombina has turned out to be surprisingly good company and I'm finding myself becoming rather fond of her, from what I can tell the same of her towards me, although she's hard to read at times.

Six months later came the event that change my relationship with her forever, and I have yet to regret it.

Zombina had finally gotten me out of the house for me than shopping, it had turned out to be a much better day than I thought it would be, we were walking home late that afternoon and like a fool, I missed a step and tumbled head over heels landing flat on my back and unknowingly pulling Zombina down on top of me.

Next thing I knew when the world stopped spinning we were literally face to face lips pressed against the others in an unintentional kiss, both our eyes flew wide but Zombina, she took the lead and turned that kiss into a deliberately sweet and slow kiss.

We lay there, a few oohs and ahhh's from those that witnessed before we finally came up for air and finally got up.

Then she punched me playfully in the shoulder, about time you laid a lip lock on me loverboy, we both started howling with laughter, shocking the onlookers.

Walking home we hand held and chatted away like long time lovers and were in each others arms no sooner than the door closed behind us.

Things were getting progressively hotter when a loud knock on the door shattered the moment, good thing too, I think we would have broken the law if not.

I headed into the kitchen while Zombina got the door, good call because it was agent smith.

Quite a show you two put on Smith said as I came back into the living room, since I see you two are getting along so well, you have to be carful abut displays like that no matter how you feel, there are still some very powerful people that can and will use anything and everything they can to stop the interspecies program.

Smith continued, however, despite that, a recent amendment is in the works that will further the program despite the efforts of some to shut it down,

It hasn't been put in place yet, but an amendment is being drafted to allow marriage between liminals and humans as it, as proven by you two, humans and liminals will from time to time fall in love and wish to marry.

In fact, I will soon be looking for a test case.

I chuckled, we get the hint Smith, and the answer is, yes, if she want's.

Moving ahead a year.

I had just gotten home, kicked my shoes off and flumped down on the couch as soon as I got into the living room, a set of soft arms slid around my neck and I felt a kiss on the back of my neck.

Welcome home love, came a very familiar, much loved voice, how was work today?

The usual dear, lot's of paperwork and the drunks yelling and crying in the tank.

Aww, poor baby, came the slightly sarcastic answer, then she whispered in my ear, momma's got a special surprise for her daddy tonight, then another kiss.

Oh really? I asked, you'll have to wait till tonight loverboy, Zombina said with a snicker.

She let go and headed into the bathroom to start a bath, somehow, I got the feeling I wouldn't be doing much sleeping tonight.

Do I love my patchwork beauty you might ask if we ever met, you better believe I do.

Does she love me? yes, she does, and she shows me just how much every night.

War first brought us together, later, a bunch of clueless politicians ensured we would be, and I have never been happier or more thankful in my life.