"Alright, the good doctor is away doing his social experiments which leaves us to watch whatever we want!"
"Nya"
"I already have the snacks, sodas, and remote. Now what to watch."
"Nya?"
"Zombies are so overdone, it's not the mid 00s anymore sister."
"Nya?"
"Resident Evil is good don't get me wrong but that's still zombies even if it has that boulder punching asshole in it."
"Nya."
"Ugh, a martial arts one? Really sister?"
"Nya!"
"Not in the mood for a psychological deep dive just yet."
"Nya!"
"One where someone finds the death note and tries to fix the world only to become drunk on power and tries to become a god? NEXT!"
"Nya?"
"No, we can't watch the one of the pale boy with black hair becoming OP in another world.Those are a dime a dozen and much like zombies, so overused."
"Nya?"
"You have my attention now."
"Nya. Nya. Nya. nya nya nya. Nya!"
"...Ok sister, you had me at monster girls."
And with a click of a remote, our tale begins.
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In a simple home slept a young girl, this young girl was Taylor Hebert the daughter of Daniel Hebert and Annette Hebert.
Sadly for the young girl in the year 2008 her mother passed away in a car crash.
This devastated the young Taylor who ran into the woods, she ran and ran and ran deeper and deeper until Taylor was lost.
Alone.
And Scared.
She would have continued to be lost if not for the kindness of a very kind, humble, and old Kitsune or fox girl with nine beautiful tails. Yet she was not alone as many others soon joined the young girl who at first was scared then became curious then began to smile and laugh as she learned more about these strange people with animal features.
Of course that was four years ago and a lot can happen in those four years.
Present Day, 2011
Brockton Bay
Hebert Household
Taylor slept soundly in her bed as the rays of the sun slowly crept through her windows blinds of her bedroom window, the alarm clock on her bedside table read 5:59 before a flap came down and changed it to six o'clock which caused the alarm to chime along with the radio coming on as a woman's voice fills her room.
"GOOOOOODDDDDD MORNING BROCKTON BAY! It is your host with the most! The hawt! Your goddess of rock'n roll'a! HOWLING HAZEL! OOOOOOOWWWWWAAAA!!!" The woman howled as Taylor groans and begins her daily routine in an almost robotic fashion.
"Now before I get to them tunes let me get you early birds with the news." News chime played as the woman's voice returns "now the biggest of the top stories is that many around the country and yes even the world are hyped for the yearly celebration in which our world became just a little bit bigger thanks to the integration of the beastfolk nations, tribes, and just communities in general for whom had stayed hidden from the rest of humanity. Now I don't need to tell ya why this is important because ever since we came out into the open the world changed for the better or worse depending on who you ask." Taylor was brushing her teeth after her shower as she just drones on with getting ready for school.
"The biggest celebration of course is here in Brockton Bay which many have called Beastkin capital of the world! Then again the nine tailed leader herself lives here so no duh!" A donkey's heeyaa played as the radio host continues "speakin of which to those who are comin to the bay i gotta warn ya that the two biggest gangs are still going at it! Now for those who need a refresher who are just living under a rock, the gangs before these two showed up were bad don't get me wrong but the warmbloods and coldbloods are WAY WORST! I mean it tells you something when the NAZIS actually are trying to keep these two from going at it! Like YIKES! Anyway the fighting thankfully is on hold as the annual truce comes into play during the celebrations so if you want to come to the bay now would be the best time to do it!" Taylor was already out of the shower as she prepared to have breakfast.
"Now as for you, our listeners, I know it's your first day back to school so that means no more fun in the sun as you bury those heads in those boring books for a bright future! Speakin of which the time is now 7:30 so you better hustle or be late for your first day back." Which shocked Taylor as she quickly grabs her alarm clock radio and exclaims "oh crap! I gotta get moving!" Quickly she began to pack her book bag before rushing down stairs as she buttons up the final buttons on her shirt.
Running down the stairs she quickly grabs a slice of toast, tomato, butter, and an egg as she quickly starts eating it while running out of her house much to an amused Danny who just shakes his head behind his new paper "I swear she is so much like her mother."
As Taylor rushed out of her house, down the sidewalk gripping a bit of toast in her mouth as she was joined by a centaur, Aglaia, as she was drinking carrot juice, and was carrying an apple. She galloped next to her.
"Salutations Taylor. It is a fine day is it not?"
"You overslept too, didn't you?" Taylor asked, taking a bite of the toast in her mouth..
"I binged the Mythos and Maidens, yes." Aglaia lowered her head a bit as she kept pace with Taylor.
The pair ran along the street for a bit until they neared the bus stop.
"You could always ride on my back, it is faster than the bus." Aglaia pointed out.
"I wouldn't have anything to hold on to other than…" Taylor let the end of that sentence hang, just as the Centaur let her developed chest hang without any support, life was unfair when it came to looks for Taylor.
Soon the school bus came up and as the doors open the sight of a rather unpleasant looking rat-woman was seen behind the wheel as she exclaimed in an almost banshee-like voice "GET IN! SIT DOWN! AND SHUT UP!"
Taylor climbed on and Aglaia began to gallop away, as she would have been too big for the standard bus, large species buses usually ran 10 minutes later than the normal buses.
On the bus were a good amount of many regular folks and beastkin alike which Taylor has come to get used to, however highschool still had its little 'groups' like the jocks, nerds, geeks, and many others that became even more with the introduction of the beastkin four years ago.
Yet the weirdest thing was Gregg Vedar having his own little clique of people in a group of the beastkin who are seen as the 'outcast' even among their own people. Did Not help some wore such big glasses that even a grandmother with bad eyesight would make fun of them.
Taylor sat in the back of the bus, before a girl with a fuzzy feather like antenna sat next to her. She jumped onto her arm and playfully bit her sleeve, before moving back and sticking her tongue out.
"Your shirt tastes terrible!" Lepi, a moth beastkin, complained.
"It's because my clothes aren't your lunch." Taylor pointed out, and not the fact she had applied an insect repellant to most of her clothes to stop them from being eaten.
As the bus begins its journey to school Taylors gaze begins to drift a bit as she looks outside the window and just drowns out the rabble around her including whatever Gregg and his hang of outcast are talking about. Yet once they come upon a four way stop hers and many of the others eyes caught the sight of a centaur in full riot gear stopping a crowd of people from getting too close to a pair of other fully armored up beastkin officers seemingly beating the ever loving daylights out of a lizard girl who was wearing gang colors.
"Dang. The Cold Blooded are still trying to go north." Lepi stated.
"Yep, but now BBPD and PRT have Beast Enforcers too. Just glad the more mystical beastkin doesn't take sides in this stuff. Anyone with Ice would screw them over hard." Someone else stated from the seat ahead of them.
Yet Taylor couldn't help but feel sorry for them, not the gang part mind you but just the fact that those who were more reptilian in nature wanting to expand to more warmer climates, yes some were bad eggs out of the bunch, but that didn't mean ALL reptile or even cold blooded beastkin were bad just some. Granted if Taylor ever voiced her opinion she would probably face a good amount of trouble at school from the more 'gang sympathetic' members of her peers.
However there were a few things about the reptilian beastkin that confused her. A lot of them had breasts. Why? No one knew. They didn't even know. The beastkin who had venom claimed that they were venom sacks…that didn't explain the non venomous ones. Biologically speaking, the most beast kin were humans with animal features tacked on, small features like antlers, scales, off eyes, sometimes wings, other times they had entirely different biology, such as Centaurs having two stomachs and an extra set of lungs that only work when they start to really exercise.
Granted it's been four years since the Beastkin kind showed themselves to the world and as regular humans they were still learning about them every day it seemed, Taylor was honestly curious how the PRT and Heros were handling this addition to their world four years going.
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"Armsmaster." Director Piggot began very calmly and sighed, " YOU. CAN. NOT. USE. AN. EEL. TO. CHARGE. YOUR. EQUIP. MENT!!!" Piggot shouted, having pulled out a flyswatter that has been used on a bug for well over a year, to slap the protectorate leader.
"I wasn't charging, I was attempting to measure the output of electrical charges from an Eel Beastkin, and was curious if there was a difference between the skin surface and inside orifice." Armsmaster explained.
The Eel girl in the corner was still licking the charger end as her phone was being used during this chewing out.
"It's aster in my mouf." The eel siad.
Piggot shook her head as she put down the "annoyance swatter" as it had been redubbed. Armsmaster was always doing some idiotic/semi-inhumane test to try and be at the front of the niche field of discovery of Tinkertech and Beastkin. Did this also help push for the PRT to now have Cavalry? Yes. Did she expect them to have Electro-Lances like Dauntless? No. Did they work surprisingly well when the Merchants got kicked out and the Cold Blooded Gang took its place? Yes.
Places adapted quickly to what was once dubbed "the Monster Girl Invasion", when they first showed up. But now Beastkin was everywhere, and markets existed for things that were… unusual.
Looking out her window, she saw the billboard in the distance saying "Ylva, The Empire's fighting Dog VS Shiba, the Dragon's attack dog" were having a fight in a downtown boxing arena in the next week. Why they announced their association to the gang, no one but them knew, but they had literal geniuses as their promoters and lawyers so they got the billboard to display the ad.
"I must remind the director that you do have another meeting in ten minutes." Spoke the leveled and no nonsense tone of her assistant who was a doberman beastkin looking at her tablet with a stern face only matched by director Piggots.
Piggot nods her head towards the beastkin woman as she says with an even tone "thank you Miss Hathaway for the reminder." The now named Miss Hathaway nods as she continues to type away at her tablet.
"Armsmaster. I don't care if you got permission from everyone involved. You are in a position that requires higher standards of conduct than testing ideas that anyone could come up with. Now, onto more pressing matters. The Park Street Poodles apparently are fighting with the Langosta gang in the dock. We fear that it may escalate and bring other gangs in the Warm Blooded and Cold Blooded gang confederations into a wider scale conflict. BBPD is requesting PRT observers to stop any conflicts as the leaders are meeting to settle the difference." Piggot finished giving him the assignment.
"Who should we be expecting to try and escalate?" Armsmaster asked.
"Well, the only nearby group of street deer are still trying to get a power base under them, so I think there's a chance one of them will leverage their supporters to attack the Langosta gang for rewards in the blood pit." Piggot explained.
"I am still confused how a moose kicked Lung out of the docks."
"I can understand, she headbutted a semi and won." Miss Hathaway shouted back in the room.
Piggot simply said back "thank you Miss Hathaway."
"It is my job to keep you informed, Ma'am." Miss Hathaway bowed in her arms was Piggots suit top and hat which caused said director to stand from her chair "yes and that's why you're the only person here outside of my deputy director who actually knows what they're doing around here."
"I take offense to that statement." Armsmaster protested, only for Piggot to point her finger at the Eel in the corner. "It astes shocky." The Eel girl said in a slurred manner as she continued to lick the charging cable.
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"So, you have contacted the 8 Points, the Stags, the Slammer Clamms and the Urchins, and told them how their respective gangs have called for backup in fighting the upcoming escalation meeting between the Poodles and Spanish Lobsters, is that correct Miss Periwinkle?" Coil asked, leaning on his table.
"Yes sir. All have been called and told. Now, You know what I will ask for." the Persian Cat woman said, as she knelt down and rested her head on Coil's thigh.
Coil began to scratch her head and she purred. "Yes the pieces are now in place and soon, very soon I shall be the one who controls this city. However, I must be careful. One wrong move, one wrong motion taken, even well…ANYTHING! And that will be the end of my operations here and years wasted because one idiot believed he could take a shot at either the Beastkin Queen herself or someone of equal importance."
"Can't have that. Only Mister Coil can be allowed to lead the city to the best result." Miss Periwinkle purred.
Coil grinned under his mask as he nodded "yes, for my vision shall bring this city to a golden age, a vision like that of a flawless pearl. A perfect society…My Society."
"I must remind you that at 5 PM today, the Undersiders are to report the effects of Bitch's power on Dog beastkin." Miss Periwinkle had her eyes shut and ears flat as Coil scratched her head.
Coil nods as his mind went back to work "yes, yes that's right. I look forward to the results. Anything else I should be aware of?" He asked his feline assistant.
"Tomorrow you are scheduled to meet with the PRT about the budget investigation, currently we have 3 options, small miss appropriations across several departments connected to equipment, modified receipts from suppliers that you own for food and sanitation prices, or a false lead on insiders focused on the human staffed departments so that we have infiltrators loyal to sir put in place." Miss Periwinkle explained the options, "Which do you prefer?".
"Tomorrow, I will divide the timelines on the Miss appropriations and the false leads." Coil noted.
"I will forward the files to you so that any modifications can be made by you sir." the assistant explained.
Coil smiles "thank you, I honestly can't think where I would be without such a competent assistant by my side." making the cat girl purr louder, and moving a bit further across his lap.
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"Ok. On 3! 1, 2, 3!" The cargo container was lifted up by a team of large beast kin, Cyclops, Oni, and a pair of Giants. They had a set of metal bars under the container that let them move it as a team to load it onto a truck. As they set it down, the truck drove away, delivering the container to the factory.
The dock workers association was brought back to life, having a wave of people willing to join, as the City of Brockton Bay expanded under the waves.
To everyone' surprise, the Boat graveyard was cleared up when the Beastkin settled, turning the coast into an extended area where the aquatic beastkin now lived, having scrapped the boats and cargo containers to use for building materials. The City nearly doubled in size with the number of homes built, and the docks were busy now. Even the glass tunnels under water were seen as a major Tourist attraction, allowing people to see the City underwater.
As a group of shark beastkin climbed out of the water. They all wore armored jackets, as they held various weapons, from bats and pipes, to a few brass knuckles that had shark teeth secured in the knuckles.
A group of Dock workers came to block their path, armed with wrenches, pipes and other tools. In the docks proper, the DWA was the Authority.
"Hey, we don't want trouble, we came to pass through." the lead shark said.
"The docks don't allow gangs to pass through. You came in armed, you might as well have said you claim this for your gang. We aren't allowing that." Said one of the dockworkers holding a crowbar.
There was a standoff that became more tense, before a whistle blew. Slowly approaching, Danny shook his head.
"No fighting in the docks during work hours." Danny stated with authority in his firm voice as he looked between the beastkin and his own people.
Something that many seem to miss or have noticed in those four years since the beastkin was revealed to the wide world is that in Brockton Bay Danny was seen as a respected figure among the beastkin community within not just the dock area but also Brockton in general.
"We should…maybe just have come up on the beach." The shark's leader said.
"But that would have taken 20 extra minutes, and taken us near the blood pit." one whispered loudly.
"I'd rather lose 20 minutes than have "you know who" angry because we fought too close to her boy-toy." the shark leader growled, grabbing the loud whisperer by the gills and dragging her back towards the water with the rest of the gang following.
The dockworkers present release a held breath as all look towards Danny as one asks "Seriously Danny how do you make them listen to you?"
"No clue. I mean, Taylor is friends with the Fox lady." Danny shrugged.
"T-The Fox Lady? Y-y-you d-d-d-don't mean…THE Fox Lady?" the dock worker Cyclops asked.
"With the 9 tails…Yeah. She found her and both were grieving, they grieved together and then your kind made their big reveal to the world." Danny explained.
Everyone of the Beastkin paled as they saw Danny walk away, not knowing the literal power and authority that favored him.
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School for Taylor was boring. Emma got caught up in the fashion scene and now was pulled away from her constantly because of her fans. And they had a small falling out when a Fairy revealed that Emma was annoyed that Taylor was not blind to her own beauty.
Former friends aside, Taylor wished she could be doing anything other than be in what was either interesting or the most mind numbingly boring class of all 'current events and how they affect you' which was mostly history class but focused solely on either past or current events that affected the world, the bay, or their lives which either revolved around Capes with a capital C or the beastkin which as of late has been so hyper focused on the beastkin that some have jokingly called 'beastkin history' from her fellow peers.
"As we have previously discussed, the Beastkin were able to maintain their populations through the ages with the use of their Mystical and Magical arts that concealed them. It was only recently that with their willing emergence into the public knowledge did we finally make contact with them since prehistory. Their own history does however provide some evidence that they did interact with humanity in the early days of civilizations, and were actually able to decode Minoan Linear A and B languages. The common myths that we know are mildly altered retellings of their interactions.
However the recent changes in the last 4 years was due to an attack from the Simurgh that was believed to have been a successful defeat of the Simurgh before damage was done, turned out to have been directed at the Beastkin as a collective. She released a plague that targeted nearly every male Beastkin, in an attempt to wipe them out. With the recent emergence, there is the hope that the beastkin can survive, through the efforts of Medical research, and a still ongoing interspecies relationship testing. So far testing has found compatibility is roughly 25% success between Beastkin and Humans.
Yet many hope that 25% will rise as breakthroughs in medical science as well as further understanding of beastkin biology continues. Yet with this small dark blip aside one can not even begin to see the positives which we as a whole have gained with their integration into life as a whole." Mister Gladly explained as he pointed towards the projected images.
"The number is kind of…biased towards mammals. With those that release-" a dragon girl began, before a cloth gag appeared in her maw.
"We do not care what your kind does, It is similar for those with eggs you overgrown lizard with a temper." a fairy student responded,
"There is a no Magic/Mystical arts policy while on school grounds." Mister Gladly pointed out, having to drop his "cool teacher" act, at the violation to the rule.
That was another thing. Magic was common in some Beastkin, who had more fantastical mixtures, less animal and more mythical origins. The Empire youth found that out when most of the recruiters tried to get the fairies to join them in the first year…They were still being looked for and Lawyers were brought in by the families.
Thankfully for Taylor the clock showed they had five minutes left, five. Whole. Boring. Minutes. Before the bell finally rang which of course the current teacher continued on as if nothing happened "now as many of you know this did affect the Cape scene, but not in the way you think or may think and while i would be remiss if i didn't mention the great lengths that a cape such as mouse protector has done as ambassador."
Ambassador Mouse Protector…was arguably about the only person who could deal with the madness with ease. They had actually stopped 2 wars, 1 bargain that would have made the United States a Fairy Realm, 72 crises as some group offended the Beastkin in a massive way. Also she made a pact with all the genies so that no one can wish for infinite/more than 1 million dollars worth of anything, after she got 7.2 billion tons of various cheeses.
Thanking whatever god was up there as Taylor heard the bliss which was the bell which cut the class off as the teacher began to give out assignments yet for Taylor all she cared about was getting out of the class and to her locker "hey Taylor wait up!" shouted her centaur friend who walked up next to her "So how was class? Boring as ever?" She asked while munching on a carrot cookie. Where did she get it? How did she always have some form of sweet with her? Where does she keep them? Taylor would never know such answers to one of the many mysteries around her friend.
"Yeah. Gladly talked about the compatibility rate study. Do you mind if I walk with you on the way back? I don't feel like trying to keep Lepi from eating my shirt, I think the spray has worn off now." Taylor asked.
"Yeah… Probably need to get a repellent bracelet or something." Aglaia said, as she munched on her cookie.
Taylor couldn't help but agree with her friend as she made her way towards her locker which her friend and another beastkin student shared with hers as neighbors which thankfully for her the school day was coming to end which meant she could get home to try and relax from the absolute boredom that was school life, however much like everything good in her life there is always the bad which included her ex-friends voice coming from behind her "oh my if it isn't Taylor with her 'friend' i'm surprised you even have a friend Taylor."
Emma Barnes, accompanied by her two cronies Sopphia Hess and Madison couldn't care what her last name is since Taylor didn't even attempt to remember it. Sophia just kind of showed up one day and Madison was just hanging onto them. It did lead to Emma becoming a bit of a bully.
"What? Made you think I couldn't? Oh…it's because they are beastkin. They aren't any different than Madison, Sophia and you." Taylor shrugged.
"I think she's just jealous that she lost a modeling gig to a rabbit girl. You need to work on your skinny legs. Legs are in." Aglaia said, shifting her stance to show off some of her own legs.
"Wh-I am not! I don't see why you can stand-" Emma began.
"I adapted. You sometimes can't control things so you just have to adjust. You got your modeling career, and we drifted apart, then we ended up in different social circles." Taylor shrugged, as she opened her locker door.
Taylor was suddenly pushed in the locker and shouting was heard. Something slammed into the locker door, then the scream of "FIGHT!" rang out.
Being stuck in a locker in a fight…probably not the worst location to be stuck in at the time.
Of Course the commanding voice filled the hallways before the locker down was opened by the Vice principal who was looking at Taylor with worry as she helped the young girl, which Taylor still marveled at the fact their VP who was the very definition of a succubus wore mostly a suit dress and didn't even try to eat the souls of her lovers. Chock that up the myths and legends being wrong about her kind yet what was clearly true was the anger she showed as she commanded, not requested, of everyone present "what happened here! Why is ms. Hebert in her locker! Someone better tell me or so help me YOU WILL HAVE DETENTION TILL GRADUATION!"
"Hess pushed her into the locker and tried to put a lock on it. I tried to stop her but…I accidentally kicked the latch and broke it." Aglaia said.
"You would have collapsed my fucking ribcage you overgrown donkey!" Hess shouted.
Sophia suddenly had her ear grabbed and twisted.
"Miss Hess, you may be on the track team but you are replaceable in that position. Now why did you push Ms. Hebert into the locker and tried to lock her inside of it?" Demanded the Vice Principal.
Emma was clearly the smarter of the three as she did every hand, head, even eye motion under the sun to try and get Sophia not to get them into more trouble, yet what left from Sophia's mouth would cause the greatest of hate crimes to be committed. "Because she's a weak little monster girl slut!" Deathly silence filled the hallway as many looked on with shock, anger, and just more shock.
Now the reason for this is because beastkin is the correct or even politically correct term to call the new species which shares earth with humanity so much like humanity's own racial issues of the past there are some words one does not say in polite company. So what Sophia Hess did was what would be calling a minority or even someone of collar one of the big hard racist slurs.
"She's fucked." Commented a student in a hushed tone.
"Fucked in everyway under the sun." Responded another student in the same hushed tone.
Taylor could only laugh inside her head as the VP dragged the three bullies off to her office and while yes it was amazing to see, she knew that her life still had many things left to experience and enjoy.
Such is life in this new world of theres they call home.
— — — — —
"Just what do you think you are doing?" the doctor asked.
"Oh fuck" the brother went pale.
"Nya."
"Both of you. You are to go and organize all of my records and place them in a chronological order. If I do not like it, you'll be ordering them in alphabetical order. And no candy, I know how many are in my jar on my desk. If even one is missing, you will be having to go and go and document the world where the fate grail war system took place in Brockton Bay with little regard for the lack of magic that exists in the universe." the doctor growled
The pair speed off.
"They are headaches, but they look at things differently." the doctor muttered, as he saved the universe they were observing for future observation.
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Tags: Crack fic, Monster girl, comedy, alternate universe, Alternate timeline (either work), anime, manga, slice of life.
Other things you can do: Ok, so yeah….a monster girl fic, inspired with elements from the other various media that uses this trope. Obviously, It's not as bad as some manga and anime are (Monster Musume) but you can have some fun with this premise.
In general this would be a slice of life fic, where you just can pick whoever deals with the situation and some hijinx born from basically the mass invasion of kind of Case 53s (they aren't, but let's face it, people would think that at first). I would say they are not aware of the Entities, and can not get powers for obvious reasons, but have magic that fits their folklore at times instead.
Heck you could say that this opens up to one of the earths we have no name for and they came across that way.
But overall the idea is one that's not explored and is something that should be.