Kimihito Kurusu grumbled softly as he was woken up by his alarm clock.

His upper lip twitched at the brain-piercing irritation and when he reached out to switch the alarm off, he noticed something extremely odd.

He could actually reach out to turn it off?

Where was the slightly cool scaled tail lovingly coiled around him?

Where was the warm, furry flank packed with natural strength that should pressed against him protectively?

Where was soft, warm wings holding him gently in a hug that few could hope to match?

Why wasn't he waking up to discover the was enveloped in a gooey embrace, his whole body being massaged?

Why wasn't he waking up to discover that he was still attached to the wall after Rachnera had her wicked way with his body the night before?

Where was the wonderfully plump slippery chest that should be smooshed against his?

Why weren't Lala's thick thighs and buttocks being currently pinched his roaming hands?

Opening his eyes with dread, he peered at the alarm clock and he confirmed his worst fear.

It was Saturday. His all of his wives except Suu worked on Saturday. He had a day off on Saturday.

Well, that sucked.

Indeed, times had changed since the advent of the Cultural Exchange Between Species Act.

After dating for three years, Kimihito had married Miia, Papi, Centorea, Suu, Mero, Rachnera, and Lala in the traditional Lamia and Harpy fashion, that is to say, a large wedding with multiple wives and one lucky groom.

Miia, Papi, Centorea, Mero, Lala, and himself were twenty at the time. Rachnera was twenty-two, and Suu was... difficult to figure out.

When the wedding was done, Miia, Papi, Centorea, Mero, Rachnera, and Lala had become official dual citizens of both Japan and their own countries.

And with the rights and privileges that came with being a citizen of Japan, it also meant that the government no longer need to provide the Kurusu family with monetary aid that they provided to Extraspecies exchange students.

After the wedding, Kurusu had worked towards a long-time ambition of owning his own restaurant. And now, after years of preparation, saving, increasing his cooking skills and more than a little start-up capital from his beloved wife, Mero, Kurusu was now the proud owner of the Kurusu Cafe, a family restaurant that catered to all species and dietary needs.

And Kurusu was happy to say that he was the head chef of his own restaurant.

Miia also worked at the restaurant as the head waitress, beloved by all it's employees and customers. You would imagine that Miia's body would make it difficult to make her way around such a busy environment, but Kurusu had never seen Miia so at ease than when she was taking orders, ferrying food and generally making sure that everyone else was able to do their jobs well.

Rachnera managed the restaurant in it's daily goings on and Kurusu was positive that without her shrewd mind for business, the whole thing would've flopped within a week. She also ran a side business, selling hand-woven Arachne-silk clothes over the internet.

Papi became a courier. Even though that was a seemingly bad idea, Papi joined forces with several other Harpies to form a well-oiled team of delivery-women who worked all over the city. They did surprisingly well, except for the odd concussion that some customers suffered from having a package dropped on their heads from the sky.

Centorea had found her calling in teaching kendo and despite her initial... Misgivings about her students not taking it seriously, she had inspired all her students to dedicate themselves to the art. Many of her students had gone on to do very well in tournaments even though they had only a couple of years training.

But that was the power of a true Trainer of Heroes, she would proudly declare.

Mero, feeling slightly homesick, had started to volunteer at the aquarium more and more until she graciously accepted a job performing in their daily shows. People would come from miles around to see a genuine Mermaid perform in a spectacular aquatic display.

And Lala worked at the hospital in the children's ward and with terminal patients, lending an ear and providing comfort to the sick and dying. It turns out that people were much more comfortable with death when it was explained to them by an actual Messenger of Death.

Suu didn't work, she stayed at home as a housewife, maintaining the Kurusu home with her amazing housekeeping skills and doing the most of the child raising.

That's right, with marriage comes children and Kimihito Kurusu was also the proud father of seven beautiful daughters.

Perhaps a little backstory was in order.

You see, a Slime gives birth in a rather unusual way.

Suu absorbed his saliva, sweat and err, other bodily fluids, over the course of three years. Then, not long after the wedding, she was unable to control her body for a full week. She was forced to remain in the bathtub while the rest of the family frantically fretted about her well-being.

After seven days, Suu was able to reassert control over her body's shape and when she got out of the bath... She held a tiny, tiny version of herself in her arms, complete with a little green antenna and big emerald eyes.

The first time that little antenna reached out and wrapped around his finger, Kurusu wasn't ashamed to admit that he cried. This was his daughter, his dear little newborn baby girl, after all.

The little Slime had been called Suu-two for a while until the name Nii had been settled on, naturally it was Papi who decided on it.

Not long after Nii had been born, Centorea and Miia had become pregnant within a month of each other.

But due to the difference between Lamia and Centaur biology, even though Centorea had gotten pregnant a month before Miia, after a twelve month pregnancy she gave birth to her daughter Victoria nearly six months after Miia had given birth to Misa, after a five month pregnancy.

Papi had laid an egg two months later, and after another two months that egg hatched into his daughter Aoko.

Then Mero, Rachnera and Lala began to feel broody and got pregnant not long after that. Rachnera's pregnancy was the shortest and lasted five months, she then laid an egg that hatched after another two, and so, his daughter Emilia was born.

Then Mero and Lala had given birth after a nine month long pregnancy, which resulted in his daughters Nerida, Mero's daughter and Morrigan, Lala's daughter.

So currently, Nii was seven. Misa, Victoria and Aoko were six. And Emilia, Nerida and Morrigan were five.

And now at the age of twenty-seven, he was now obliged to remember fourteen different birthdays.

God help him.

Kurusu slapped himself in the face to force life into himself. Suu was going to need help with breakfast, the girls would need help getting dressed...

As he was getting ready to throw the covers off himself, there was a soft knocking on the bedroom door and a tired cry of "Papaaaa!"

"Come in, Misa." He replied and settled back down. If it was Misa, he probably wouldn't be able to use his legs for a while.

The little Lamia slithered into the room while rubbing her fist against her half closed eye, still wearing her pink, specially altered pyjamas. "Papaaaa! I'm coooold!" Misa whined as she wound her little red tail around his leg and settled her head on his stomach. "Ahh! Warm, warm, warm~! Papa is sooo warm~!" She sighed in content, snuggling against him fiercely.

Misa was the spitting image of her mother, only with shorter, shoulder-length hair a few shades darker than Miia's. She was a sweet little thing, her face always set in a cute pout or a toothy smile.

Kurusu smiled and patted her on the head. "Don't you sleep in the same bed as Victoria? Wouldn't she be a lot warmer than me?"

Kurusu loved all his daughters equally, don't get him wrong, but it was nice to have three daughters whose names he didn't occasionally forget how to pronounce.

"Victoria is too hot!" Misa declared with puffed-out cheeks. "Nii is too goopy! Nerida is too slippery to cuddle with! Emilia is too smooth to cuddle! Aoko always gets her feathers in my mouth! And Morrigan talks in her sleep! But Papa is just right to cuddle with~!" She concluded cheerfully. "I was cold all night, so I should get lots and lots of cuddle time, okay Papa?"

"Lies! All lies, Father! Misa was cuddled up to the space heater all night!" His third daughter, Victoria announced. She strutted into the room with one hand on her hip, the other waving a wooden short sword above her head, her ears stiff with indignity and pronounced frown on her face.

The upset look was offset by the fact that she hadn't taken the time to change out of her carrot decorated nightclothes.

To be honest, the only difference between Cerea and Victoria was their height. Victoria wore her hair the exact same way Cerea did, in a ponytail but like with Misa, Victoria's hair was a bit more of a flaxen blonde opposed to Cerea's yellow blonde hair. Victoria had also inherited her mother's sense of fairness and skills with the sword.

Cerea had insisted on training her in the traditional Centaur way when she was ready. That is to say, when she was able to grip something with her chubby infant fist.

She was also strong for her age, being a Centaur and all, given that she was carrying tiny, pink-haired mermaid on her back. "Nee-sama!" The poor creature shivered with fright from the sudden gallop from her older sister. "Mother Suu says no running in the house... Fwaaah! So dizzy..."

Nerida was a cheerful child, a lover of Disney films and happy endings. In other words, "A complete failure of a Mermaid!" Her mother, Mero would happily declare whenever her dear child cheered at a villain's downfall and a hero's victory.

That might be a strange thing to say, but Mero meant it as nothing but a compliment, happy that her daughter would never lead herself to heartbreak and ruin by pursuing tragedy.

No, Mero was delighted that Nerida was not surrounded by a people that sought a Bad End as a rule. Instead she had a loving family that would support her in reaching her future goals.

Even if it meant that Mero was disowned by her mother and that she and her daughter would never sit upon the throne of their own kingdom! Cast out to the cruel world above! To live the life of a commoner! A harsh day-to-day existence ended only by the sweet embrace of oblivion!

Well, you can take the girl out of Atlantis, but you can't take Atlantis out of the girl...

"Ah! I am so sorry, little sister! Q-Quickly, cuddle with Father! Father's hugs cure all bad feelings and pain! Even Mother Rachnera says so!"

Walking slowly to the side of the bed, Victoria deposited her younger sister in her father's welcoming arms. Nerida sighed happily and snuggled up. "Otou-sama's hugs really are the best! Hmm, sleepy, sleepy..." She quickly fell back asleep despite Misa's intense pout at having her Papa Time cut into.

Victoria fidgeted at the bedside, kicking her hooves back and forth and poking her fingers together uneasily, clearly failing to give the appearance of a mature young lady who definitely didn't want a cuddle too.

Kurusu reached out to pat her on the head. "Do you want to get on the bed too, Victoria?" He laughed under his breath when her face turned red and she began to splutter denials. Like mother, like daughter...

"No! No, I do not! It is just that... Misa and Nerida are cuddling with you, and Father is my Father too!" She huffed in annoyance, crossing her arms.

"Come here you!" Victoria let out a squeak of surprise when Kurusu lifted her onto the bed with no small amount effort. She did have the lower body of a horse after all...

"F-Father is so strong! But I will surpass you and Mother one day! You will see!" She declared, the good old "Centaur Pride" in her voice.

Kurusu tried not to smile and just patted her on the head again. "I know you will." Probably by the time she was ten, he admitted to himself.

Victory squealed in joy at the remark, hearted by her Father's faith in her. Then she buried her face into the blanket in embarrassment.

Yep, definitely Cerea's girl.

While Kurusu was internally gushing over his daughter's cuteness, he heard the telltale sound of watery slaps on hardwood floor and high-pitched ramblings that signalled that his eldest daughter and fourth born daughter were coming.

"Aaaand then there were lots and lots of hamsters, but I was their queen! Aaaand they could fly but they didn't have wings! Aaaand then we all flew home together!" Aoko, his little blue hurricane, explained her dream in excruciating detail to her ever patient eldest sister, Nii, who merely smiled and nodded along while guiding her to the bedroom.

Such a good big sister!

Aoko was Papi, if looked at through the wrong end of a telescope. She was cheerful, playful, a joy to be around and always gave her all to whatever she was doing... Provided she remembered what it was she was doing.

Aoko's mind tended to wander at the worst times, like when she was getting dressed... Or breathing...

But the major difference Aoko and her mother was that Aoko had a large pair of brown eyes that she had inherited from him.

With Misa, Victoria and the others, their resemblance to their mothers was uncanny due to the dominant Extraspecies DNA in their genes, but Aoko's Harpy genes cut him just enough slack to allow his own eye colour to shine through. It made him oddly proud.

"Aaaand then I gave everyone a pet flying hamster! Aaaand Daddy's hamster was blue! Aaaand Viki's was red, like Mama Centorea's ribbon! Aaaand Neri's was red, but it had polkadots! Aaaand Emi's was green! Aaand Mama Lala's was black! Aaaand- Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!"

Aoko interrupted herself so she could make a very short flight onto his chest, instantly waking up Nerida for the second time that morning.

Nerida blinked and pouted at her cheerful big sister, knowing that she wouldn't get back to sleep. "Nee-sama is too peppy in the mornings..." She grumbled with no real negativity in her voice. She had gotten used to the quirks of all her sisters. Sooo many quirks...

"Good morning, Daddy!" Aoko greeted him with a sunny smile. "And I know you're really Daddy, because you're not a boat!"

"Good morning, Aoko." Kurusu returned her greeting and then turned to Nii. "Good morning, Nii."

Nii smiled lovingly and replied, "Good morning, Progenitor."

Yes, that was what she called him. And yes, that was her first word, too.

Was that a strange first word for a two month old child to utter? Yes.

But to Kurusu, it only proved that his little Nii had a lot of intelligence behind those green eyes, much like her mother.

Nii wasn't much different from Suu, considering that she was practically a clone of Suu with his DNA mixed in.

She could do almost anything Suu could do and could easily shift between shapes and size and often used her hair-tendrils to carry one or two of her sisters when they got too rowdy, but she preferred to stay in a form that was closest to a seven year old human girl.

And just like her mother and father, she excelled in housework and could suck up dirt and grime just by touching it.

She wore the old raincoat that Kurusu wore when he was a child, the same one he gave to Suu, who passed it to Nii.

Wordlessly, Nii climbed onto the bed and settled at the foot of the bed with Victoria, both of them curled up like cats.

When Aoko finished recounting the rest of her dream, Kurusu heard muttering from outside the room and spied a long thin black leg sticking out of the doorway. "Emilia~?" He called out teasingly. "Is that you?"

There was a long pause.

"N-no?"

"Yes, it is! Just come in!" Misa shouted out, now having resigned herself to having to share her Papa Time. Again! Why couldn't they see that Papa wanted to spend time with his favourite little princess?!

"Rats!" Little Emilia grunted as she walked into the room, her claw-covering mittens slapping her in the head. "And I was being sneaky, too!" She muttered. She wore a sullen expression, each of her six eyes narrowed.

Emilia was yet another chibi clone of her mother. Neck length lilac hair, three pairs of crimson eyes, black claws that needed to be covered up while she slept or else the poor girl might hurt herself by mistake.

She also had a tendency to try and tie Kurusu up at the most inconvenient times then laugh and leave him there to be found.

So she really took after her mother in that respect because she certainly didn't get that from his side of the family!

Emilia placed two of her legs and the bed and tried to drag herself up. "I can do it by myself!" She announced, using her arms to get a little bit of leverage.

After a few moments of struggling, she grinned proudly then she settled on Kurusu's chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and smiled. "Good morning, Pops! ...And others." She added as an afterthought.

"Good morning, Emilia. Did you sleep well?" He asked, returning the kiss.

Then he gave one to each of his daughters within his reach when they gave him a look he thought he stopped seeing around ten years ago.

Such precious, scary little girls he had!

"'Spose..." Emila replied with a shrug. "When can I stop wearing these dumb things at night?" She asked, waving one of her mittens in his face. "So annoying!"

"You can stop wearing them when your mother and I think you're ready," He repeated the same response he gave around a million times since she was first forced to put them on. "We don't want you to hurt yourself by accident, or anyone else."

Emilia shook her head fiercely enough to make Aoko dizzy. "I'd never hurt you, Pops! Or the mommies!" She looked distraught, just like Papi when she learned that she couldn't take her little chicks home from that farm.

"Don't leave us out!"

"Not on purpose." Kurusu instantly reassured her. "I know you wouldn't do that. We just need you to wear them a little bit longer, just to be safe."

Emilia relented and gave an exaggerated sigh. "Fine, Pops. But I'll be allowed to take them off when I'm a big girl, okay?"

Kurusu nodded, accepting the "compromise". "Okay, Emilia."

Hmm, surrounded by six little monster-girls... Now just where was-?

Ah, there she was! He could always hear her soft little footsteps walking down the hall. "Honoured Patriarch!" His youngest girl's voice sounded from outside the room, the grandiose words sounding comical coming from her high-pitched voice. "I am on a quest to find my siblings, for the new episode of Transforming Magical Girl Luz-tan is about to-!?"

The little blue-skinned girl froze at the doorway and just STARED.

Then, in a voice that could not be heard by mortal ears, in a language that had not been spoken since before the light of the stars graced the stark emptiness of the universe, she shrieked.

Creatures of the air fell from the skies.

Plants shrivelled and died in lands that would soon be barren.

And in the Nowhere between Time, Space and Sanity, a being beyond scale and scope of Concept, raised it's eight-trillion eyes...

AND. IT. SPOKE. BACK.

Kurusu managed to make out what Morrigan was squealing before she pounced on the bed and grabbed onto his shirt with the grip on an Ogre.

"Don't-leave-me-out-everyone! I-wanna-cuddle-with-everyone-too! Wawawawa!" Morrigan howled.

Morrigan was quickly swept up in a loving hug by Aoko, who comforted her youngest sister. "Don't cry, Morri! We can all cuddle with Daddy!"

Morrigan sniffed and wiped her eyes on her pyjama sleeve. "Presp-! Prepotes-! Per-!" She stuttered, her lower lip still wobbling. "That's silly! I was not crying!"

Following the pattern set by her older sisters, Morrigan was another little Lala, right down to the purple pyjamas with decorated with little smiley faces. She had the same blue skin, the same overly formal, grand-sounding way of speaking, the same long white hair, and even the same massive cow-lick that stuck out like the blade of a scythe.

But unlike Lala who learned to keep her Chuunibyou tendencies to either the bedroom (Oh, yeah!) or to other private settings, Morrigan, even at the age of five was out and out the dorkiest kid he ever met.

And he was counting himself, Night Emperor Shadow Blade!

"I merely wished... To pay tribute to the Honoured Patriarch, because he works so hard with all the of our honoured mothers!"

Kurusu let out a wistful sigh. He was truly blessed to have so many innately adorable daughters but they were kind of literally suffocating him at this point.

Misa was still wrapped around his left leg, Victoria and Nii were crushing his right leg. Aoko and Morrigan were cuddled into his left side while Nerida had his right side and Emilia had taken residence on his chest.

He couldn't feel his limbs...

"Right, girls! Go watch your show, then go get dressed, okay?"

As one, each of his seven daughters let out a despondent sigh that almost made him wrapped them all back up into a massive hug. Almost.

Remember, he couldn't move his limbs at all.

"Okay, Progenitor/Papa/Father/Daddy/Pops/Otou-sama/Honoured Patriarch!"

With some effort and an accidental kick to the face, the girls left the room and Kurusu got back some of that sweet, sweet blood flow!

...Then he heard a click, a squelch, and a sigh. "Master~?"

And a with just the tiniest sense of trepidation, he opened his eyes to a glorious sight.

Ever since Nii had been born, Suu had made sure that she had enough liquid to maintain her more developed form and eventually began to use salt-water, which changed her normal body from developed, to Developed.

The capital D was completely necessary.

Thick, jiggling thighs and ass, a waist that led into wide, motherly hips and a pair of breasts that were nearly on par with Cerea and just surpassing Rachnera, added to the look on her face that told him that he wasn't going to be able to move for the foreseen future and that he would enjoy every second of it? Suu was without a doubt a beautiful, charming Grade-A Milf.

Oh yes, the large D was absolutely necessary.

Any other day and Suu would already be all over him. But he was a family man, so the first words out of his mouth weren't "Take me now!"

But rather, "The girls?"

Suu smiled and climbed onto the bed, slowly and sensually mounting his waist. "Already in front of the television and occupied for the next thirty minutes at least, Master."

Kurusu gave her a cocky smirk then gripped her waist and pulled her soft, cool body close to his. "Only thirty minutes?"

Suu kissed him soundly and dissolved her lower half, enveloping his legs in blue. "You won't last three." She held a hand over his mouth, making sure she didn't cover his nose.

She smiled wickedly, her eyes glittered sinfully, and then began to-

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Hey! Hang on there!

This is a cute little slice-of-life story about the daily shenanigans of Mini-Monster Girls!

So let's leave the adults to their "wrestling" and see what the Kurusu kids are doing!

DLWMD

The seven sisters of the Kurusu Clan sat either on the couch or the floor depending on their shapes.

Nii flicked through the channels to find Transforming Magical Girl Luz-tan, their favourite Saturday morning show.

Mother Miia had even once mentioned that she, Mother Rachnera and Progenitor had met the actual Luz-tan when they were younger! So amazing!

The theme song had only started when a very strange, but familiar sound came from Progenitor's bedroom. The sisters looked uneasily between themselves.

"Turn it all the way up." Misa whispered, wrapping her tail over her ears.

Nii nodded and pressed the volume button - Hard.

"Another fierce battle. Father's fighting ability is truly scary!" Victoria whimpered. Could she really surpass her parents if her human father could do battle with her mothers every night - sometimes two at once!

Yes! She could! She must! She had to become strong enough to protect her siblings and Father, instead of the other way around!

Aoka and the rest didn't seem affected, except that they was singing the Luz-tan theme song at three times the necessary volume.

It wasn't an unusual occurrence for them, sadly.

Soon a half hour passed, Octopus Empress was defeated by Luz-tan and a haggard but happy Kurusu and a radiant Suu left the bedroom to start on breakfast.

Toast was buttered, orange juice was poured and the various virtues of different cereals discussed.

The discussions quickly shifted to arguments but both parents knew that sort of thing was to be expected.

Kurusu took a moment to sit back and simply enjoy the chaos.

He had come a long way from the lonely teenager he had once been.

A father of seven daughters, a husband of seven wives...

His life was unpredictable and often more than a little dangerous. But there wasn't a single thing he would change...

"Good morning, you darling children!"

"Morning, brats!"

"Aunt Tio! Aunt Zombina!"

...Well, maybe a couple of things he'd change...

But the happy smiles on each of his daughter's faces would never be one of them.