The bright summer day was Tyler's favorite. It simply brought out the joy of life in him after decades of seclusion in servitude. To his eyes, the human empire was a strange, exotic change after spending years in the monster girl's holdings, named Mamono Reik in some strange traditional lingo. Yet now he was in the Human Empire of Lescatie, retired after six decades of endless sexual servitude to poor monster girls who needed warmth and love.
And today, in his comfortable, wandering retirement, he was contacted by a "journalist", a new vocation amongst humans to document recent news and happenings. Sitting in his comfortable chair outside, Tyler sat, enjoying the sights of an empire cleaner and more disciplined than his as he waited.
The streets were paved with clean-cut slabs of a strange dark stone that was yielding, soft and self cleaning, traversed by clean, orderly horse carts, designed to hold far more storage than the more primitive designs of the monstergirl Reik and magically improved, as gleaming linings of the carts and their wheels clearly showed improvement. Rainwater would slip between the strange stones made from heat treated pitch and cleanly flow back into the earth.
Aqueducts made from clear glass and steel snaked across the buildings, a far cry from the old, clay-treated pipes of his time back in servitude under monster girls; even these were made by impressing human craftsmen and women, captured, into servitude. Tyler knew, for all their sexiness and loveable air, monster girls didn't make good craftsmen and researchers save for innate magical crafts. Men and women constituted the more "astute" lines of work.
And now, the petite, young girl carrying a satchel as big as herself had arrived before him, taking a seat across the table. Her glasses were covering half of her face, round lenses gleaming in reflection of the sun.
She stuck out her hand.
"Christine Anderson, journalist. Thank you for coming."
"My pleasure. Tea?" Tyler smiled, lifting a teapot. Seeing her nod, he filled it.
"I'm sure you have a lot of stories to tell. I waited so long to meet someone born in the Reik and growing there." She took it gently.
"Well I wasn't born but I was taken in early as a comfort boy to a brothel."
That made Christine gulp and blush, fanning herself, hanging her coat to the chair. He just laughed and went on. "A boy adopted to please all monster women for sixty years...isn't that like a lewd story plot?"
Coughing tea, Christine had to laugh along and nod. "Well, yes! Or dream job of a sexual...deviant!" That made Tyler's face go soft.
"It's a bit more complicated honestly. Have you read my past I told the Immigration office?" Christine nodded, wiping her mouth and sipping her tea again. "Yes. Seems a lot of disappearances in the frontier has its reasons..."
Tyler nodded. "Exactly. People can feel more at peace now, since everyone that crossed over during the war was not just taken care of, but also had reasons to be there."
"Of course I can't publish that the mamono took sometimes better care of her humans than us. The Inquisition would either imprison both of us, or worse." Christine sighed, drinking her tea. "Fraternizing with the enemy, defeatism, et cetera."
Seeing that she is more resourceful and educated than he thought, he added. "But I can give you a lewd...ish...story that helps your press to agree with state propaganda AND make you successful."
Christine raised her brows. "Oh?"
**
Your..."newspapers" won't be able to publish it all, seeing decency laws are...well...
Alright...you haven't heard it from me. Yes, the things you'll hear might upset some species...Fair enough...
**
You know Dark Elves, right? Which Lescatian doesn't? Stereotypical perverted monster girl: white-haired, chocolate-skinned slave keeping perverts; fucks anything with a pulse, fecund and horny, and breed like rabbits. They can turn the most chaste nun to a seductress given a month.
They outnumber their light cousins everywhere, even when they encourage their lighter cousins, most being maids and slaves under the dark elves' tender heels, to breed as much as them after the Demon Wars.
You know them for their slaving raids for centuries. And after that peace treaty, they just coerce anyone with a mental inroad to voluntary slavery, buying the poor from their families if they can. And can you blame them? Religious rewards in Lescatie don't attract that much when Dark Elf owners respect your faith, and still take good care of you in return for sex and labor. "Pray to whatever you want. Work, please us and breed, and we'll be good family." They say.
So don't tell me they didn't have their uses. Even I can see that. After equilibrium and understanding was achieved, they tried only to take the ones better off with them, and your leaders exiled criminals, failed citizens and religious dissenters back to us, the Reik. The unfortunates in your regimented system found a better life in the Reik, thanks to Empress Agrat's reforms "For the Unfortunate Humans under The Reik".
Anyway...Let me tell you how some of them were...
**
You see, I worked in a monster girl brothel. I specialized in pleasing monster girls with unusual physique like Centaurs, Lamia, and Ushi Onis.
Yes ma'am, and don't laugh. My first Ushi Oni broke my ribs and arms. She had cried for days, apologizing afterwards. I still...write to her. Yes we had a child; she works as a security advisor in Temirburg. See? This is her magigraph picture. Anyway...
I loved having breakfast alone, after the other sex workers ate and started their shift. Just for that I always worked an hour later into the night. Because I love my privacy.
The human maids that worked in the brothel were often runaways or orphans, either taken by monster girls or wandering to our humble frontier brothel, hungry and alone; especially girls did that. Madame Zsa-Zsa is an obliging woman: women are rarely prostitutes in an empire ran by women fueled by sex and clear bodily fluids. They work and clean and cook.
Heh, sorry.
Anyway. This human maid by the name Melissa had made extra pancakes that day, and I had my coffee, eager to fill up for the day. We chatted politely, talking about our pasts, and sharing coffee and pancakes.
Then the voice of doom rang.
"Ty-leeeeeeeeer~~" It was Zsa-Zsa's melodic voice ringing in the sweetest tone imaginable. Melissa was giggling at my predicament.
It did NOT sound good. And her footsteps came closer!
"Tyler-kun?~~"
"Tyler's dead, we buried him." Changing my voice, I tried to scramble under the table, only to be gently, but FIRMLY pulled up by a strong, clawed hand appearing behind me. She smiled sweetly, far too sweetly to be kind, holding me effortlessly in her arms, my posh, wealthy keeper, the Jabberwocky lady Zsa Zsa, my owner, mistress and madame.
Jabberwocky, you say? A rare monster lady who is a dragon, but with sentient tentacles and more elaborate, artful appearance. She ran the brothel and was my owner and mistress, buying me from a monster girl patrol who found me near-dead.
