User blog:ExdeathsBagel/A Visit from A.C.E.A WWYD

WWYD by Flamesbiplane: http://monstergirlencyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Thread:684294

My stomach flops as I see who is standing at my doorway, a Manticore, two Hellhounds, and a Mindflayer, all of whom showed up at my door a mere few minutes after my son left with the suitcase full of condoms. Though I chalked that up as a stroke of luck, I need much more than just luck to get out of this situation unscathed.

Allow me to explain the situation and how fifty shades of fucked I am at the moment. In this country Varilleon, monster girls rule, and as is with many monster girls, most want children (the few who don’t are seen as outcast, but that’s a story for another time). When a monster girl mates with a human male they produce monster girl offspring, the sex from what I’ve heard is incredible, but honestly the consequences for the man aren’t worth it.

Mating with a monster girl unprotected can lead to STDs, the kind that make Gonorrhea, HPV, and AIDS look like the common cold. Monster girls are unaffected by these diseases, having evolved over millions of years to become resistant to them, but these exotic diseases ravage human men, leaving most dead in a matter of weeks after transmission. Unfortunately, many monster girl species lack male counter parts, so men are the only option to keep their numbers from dwindling any further.

Safe sex, antibiotics, and vaccines are practically the top research priority in Varilleon, but even if progress is being made, great progress at that, for some brilliant reason condom have been outlawed. The ban was said to be put in place until monster girl numbers could be placed in ‘safe levels,’ but combine that with the fact that just as many monster girls love jumping the nearest man as those that establish monogamous relationships (that still end with the death of their husband thanks to this condom ban), and you get dozens of men dying weekly.

This is where my son and I come in, we buy and distribute condoms to humans looking for protection, and also to couples (both human and monster) looking to protect their mates. This isn’t a charity, we have to do it for a fee if we want to keep buying and distributing this what should be laughable contraband. But this is no laughing matter, seeing as who stands before me.

Since Varilleon is a monster girl society first, it’s designed around monster girls. And my God is a monster girl society confusing. It’s a sort of hierarchy, with the ‘mythological’ and ‘eldritch’ monsters like Manticores and Mindflayers respectively near the top, ‘common’ monsters like Lamias, Arachnes and Slimes in the middle, and human monsters like Valkyries and living dolls near at the bottom along with humans. Such a society was established through might, and the military and physical prowess of humans and the common and lower monster girls were no match for the power of the upper class.

The ensuing bloodbath led to monster girl numbers on all sides in tatters, and a gilded society with a suffering underbelly. Going back to the situation before me I hope you now understand how volatile it was, a group of upper class monster girls were examining my home and questioning me, and they have to audacity to ask me about my son’s whereabouts.

I take a deep breath to ease my stomach, “Come on in.”

No sooner did I step aside did the Hellhounds quickly begin sniffing the air, the furniture and every nook and cranny looking for the telltale scent of latex. The Manticore took a seat on the sofa the Hellhounds just finished checking.

“So, where’s your son, Mr…?”

“Just call me Thomas.”

“Fine. Where’s your son, Thomas?” Before I could think up an answer, the Manticore spoke again, “By the way, don’t lie to me. You look like an honest man but as I’m sure you’re aware, Mindflayers are capable of reading thoughts.”

As if on cue the Mindlfayer slither up to me, her arms outstretched. I stepped back and raised my hands up.

“Article A56c: monster girls capable of mind reading are only allowed to do so under rightful suspicion from a law enforcement officer.” I memorized that law by heart at the behest of my dealer, thinking it would shield me from her grasp.

The Manticore chuckled, “Well, well, looks like someone studies the law. Tell me law student,” She got up from the sofa and cupped my face “do you know the consequences of being found owning or distributing condoms?”

I could tell she delighted in the sensation of my face growing cold as it turned pale as I answered her, “If a man, they are sentenced to labor as a breeder, women or monster girls are imprisoned.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Very good!” She said mockingly cheerfull and she released my face and stepped a few feet back, “So I’ll ask again, where is your son?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Getting groceries.” It was a kneejerk response, a stupid one at that. The instant he’d come back with no groceries in hand I knew we’d be fucked.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Could you call him and tell him to come over? We have a busy day ahead of us and just want to get this over just as much as you do.”

<p class="MsoNormal">That was a miracle I did not think possible, and while I felt hope return, it was quickly dashed when I realized how to make the most of it.

<p class="MsoNormal">I took out my phone and dialed his number, before I could raise to my ear however it was snatched by the Manticore. Before I could reach for it I felt the Mindflayer hold me back, I forced myself to stop struggling the instant I felt her hands hovering over my temple. One false move and I’d have my mind read by her, exposing my plan before it could even unfold.

<p class="MsoNormal">I had no choice but to stand there and wait until my son answered.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hello, is this Thomas’s son? Hi, I’m Lisa of the A.C.E.A, I was wondering if you could come over to answer a few questions.”

<p class="MsoNormal">A pause, until I heard my son speak over the phone, “Good to know, well, I’ll just let you go. See you so- you want to talk to your dad?”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Manticore looked at me with an expression of victory, I was afraid she would deny his request, but the pleading in my eyes must’ve gotten to her. “Fine, here he is.”

<p class="MsoNormal">She held the phone up to me, waiting for me to speak but also tense for any sort of codeword I might say. This isn’t the first time we had been harassed by the A.C.E.A, but it was always from members of the middle and lower classes, ones we could outwit or even bribe and my son had no problem interacting with. But these were upper class monster girls, and I knew he wouldn’t stand a chance, so with a heavy heart I said a single word.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Goodbye.”

<p class="MsoNormal">It was the only real code word we developed. We normally ended our conversations with a ‘bye, or a ‘love you, bye,’ but between us saying ‘goodbye meant one thing: hide, never look for me, and just hide. The Manticore noticed my solemn expression and I felt two warm, slimy hands grasp my head.

<p class="MsoNormal">I felt the Mindflayer dig into my memories, searching for answers and for clues. The sensation of having your mind read is an unpleasant one. It was like I was standing naked before friends, family, and colleagues while having all my secrets revealed. In short, very exposing, but I knew there was nothing for her to find.

<p class="MsoNormal">I let out a solemn laugh, “You won’t find him, not even I know where he’s going. Now get the fuck out of my head!”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Mindflayer released her grip on my head in defeat, a small victory I had to cherish as I knew what came next. Cuffed and escorted out of my home by the group, I saw that most of my neighbors came out to see the commotion. They were all in shock, some not believing I was getting arrested, others, whom were my customers, were afraid they’d be next. I prayed they packed up shortly after we drove off, because the Mindflayer was sure to have seen them in my memories during deals.

<p class="MsoNormal">There wasn’t a court case, a ‘crime’ such as mine was worthy of only one thing: life as a breeder. Being packed onto a bus with a bunch of other men, we were shipped to a facility that looked not much different from a hospital. If anything, that comparison made what was about to happen to us all the more chilling.

<p class="MsoNormal">We were given what the staff affectionately called the ‘porn star treatment.’ We were scrubbed to a meticulous degree and the hair with the exception of our heads was shaved. Placed into our own rooms, a spacious, but plain and sterile room with a large bed and a sofa, we were wearing nothing but robes and told to wait.

<p class="MsoNormal">The wait was torture in a way, I heard the doors from around me open and close, followed by a cascade of moans from men and monster alike. It was a horrifying, depressing, orchestra with one end in joy and bliss, and the other sounding solemn. Following this orchestra was an intermission of sobbing from broken men. An intermission and orchestra I joined after thirty minutes waiting in my own room.

<p class="MsoNormal">Some tried in vain to intimate, other treated me like a sex toy, and others were aggressive to the point guards had to come in and pull them off me. By the end of the day, I was taken to the showers and afterwards given a checkup. While I was clean, the defeated look of other men as were transported back to our rooms told me they weren’t so lucky. I did not matter however, the monster girls wouldn’t be infected, and all this truly was was a date given to their death sentence.

<p class="MsoNormal">Every other day Lisa came in and told me they had found my son, but I she was full of shit. My son was smart, he knew crossing either border would be too obvious, as would just leaving the country in general. Knowing him, he was laying low, we shared an account in case something happened, so he would be able to support himself for a while too.

<p class="MsoNormal">I felt guilty when he first found out, he was only 15 when he first saw the condoms in my bag, but he was educated on the matter of sex and the law and knew quickly as to what I was doing. He wanted to help, and at first I refused but he surprised with his reveal that he had started doing so himself. It frightened me in a way how efficient he was at it, I felt like I had failed as a father, but then he told me why he did so the few times on his own: because his mother, my wife, died from one of those monster girl STDs. It was never clear how she got it, I was clean and so was she, yet it seems like a few women get infected with these exotic diseases every month, and they meet the same fate as the men do.

<p class="MsoNormal">His reason gave me the strength to trust him, to convince myself that we were doing this to prevent another Claire and to save men and keep families together. It’s not like there was much of future waiting for him to be honest. Being a monster girl society, most jobs were taken by monster girls anyway, and offices and workspaces were made especially for monster girls. The best my son could hope for even if he continued with his degree would’ve been a job in fast food or labor, and this was something much better than that.

<p class="MsoNormal">It’s been a week since I first arrived here, still clean surprisingly. Not many men who originally came with me were so lucky, I’d say there’s only three of the original thirty left but the spare rooms are quickly replaced. A knock from my door broke me from my thoughts, the door slowly opened and I thought that my break was over, but instead of a typical monster girl, one of the officer of the facility came in.

<p class="MsoNormal">An Arachne of the long-legged variety, the ones perfectly suited to prison guard and police. I felt my heart sink, was she just looking for a free knock up? It wasn’t uncommon for the officers and staff to join in on the daily rape, and I guess I was finally about to get a taste of it.

<p class="MsoNormal">She closed the door behind her, using her key to lock it. I gripped the covers and braced myself for being jumped, but after a moment, nothing happened. I looked up and saw she was her hat off and I noted her long brown hair that draped past her shoulders. Arachnes, especially long-legs were very physically intimidating monster girls, but she seemed to be trying to make herself as nonthreatening as possible.

<p class="MsoNormal">“How are- I mean, are you feeling okay?” She asked, somewhat stuttering. I think my glare provided her with the answer, but to be honest I was relieved she wasn’t about to jump me. But why was she here?

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m here to get you out.”

<p class="MsoNormal">My eyes went wide and I felt my mouth hang open, “Why.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Because you don’t deserve this treatment. I don’t think anyone does. This isn’t justice.”

<p class="MsoNormal">I snorted, “Since when is this society just?”

<p class="MsoNormal">She looked down, as if ashamed, “I know what you mean.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Do you?” I ask harshly.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes, well, kind of.” She takes a deep breath, “I’m not from this country, I came from Dousland, a country far north. It’s a place surrounded by warring enemies, remnant scuffles from the Great Monster Girl War and we were mostly caught in the middle. The horrors I’ve witnessed here are comparable to the atrocities I saw at home.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Your point?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I became an officer here to preserve the justice I thought vanished from my own country, but now I see it’s on the fringes of vanishing here too. I won’t allow that to happen and neither will my friends. I am part of a militia, the Soldiers of Peace.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“And you want me to join you? I don’t know a thing about fighting.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“No, but I can train you, and more importantly, you know your hometown like the back of your hand. You could be of great help to us.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“So what? You think your militia will overthrow the government eventually and make this country great?”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Arachne looked down again, “No, we can’t make this country great, not just by fighting, but we have no other choice. When monster girls and humans try to speak up against the hierarchy, they are silenced or their voice is distorted. When they fight, it’s like a ripple in an ocean, we need organization. So please, help us. Anything is better than here right?”

<p class="MsoNormal">She was right, at least about that, I wasn’t so sure about the militia bit. “I won’t join your group, but I want out of here.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I can do that.” She said, much to my shock.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Even though I’m not going to help you?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes, again, no one deserves this treatment. Now come on, the pills I slipped the guards in the control room won’t last long.”

<p class="MsoNormal">We were quick to free the other prisoners and escaped the prison, the Arachne, her name being Lucca, orchestrated an escape vehicle thanks to her militia friends. While most of the guys were quick to go their separate way to friends and families who took them in. Some stay behind with Lucca and joined the militia, I wasn’t certain where to go at first.

<p class="MsoNormal">I didn’t want to risk friends and family’s safety going to them, didn’t know where my son was, but also didn’t want to join the militia. These people were frighteningly armed, they had apparently been planning this for years. A few coordinated skirmishes from then would cause a civil war to erupt in no time. Therefore, I did something stupid.

<p class="MsoNormal">Lucca was roughly second in command to a monster girl called Aya, a Living Armor who had lost her husband to a monster girl STD. She was determined to start this war, confident they could overthrow the government, yet I tried to convince her otherwise. I tried to convince to that war wasn’t the option, that pacifism and non-violent civil disobedience was the answer. The upper class only saw every monster and man beneath as cogs in their machine, and any who tried physical resistance was quickly grinded and swallowed by the gears. On top of that, such a civil war might bring other nations into the conflict and cause another Great War.

<p class="MsoNormal">I asked her to small groups and coordinate nonviolent acts of disobedience to prove my point. I don’t know if it was my story of being to that breeder prison, or that Lucca was second in command, but Aya gave me a chance I vowed not to squander.

<p class="MsoNormal">It’s been five, long years since that first demonstration, and Aya was quick to change to a pacifistic approach after its success. The first ripple that eventually sent shock waves throughout the ocean, its waves soon reaching the top of the hierarchy. We have been doing peaceful protest since, demanding the condom ban be dropped and that the breeding prisons be closed. It’s been a long fight but the system of government is becoming more equal, and lifting the condom ban seems to be making progress.

<p class="MsoNormal">Over these years Lucca and I bonded, I even found my son, whom I introduced to Lucca. He had changed so much in the five years since we last saw each other, still in the smuggling business though. I feel like we’re begging to see some light at the end of this tunnel.