One Cannot Defy Fate

An Every Day Life with Monster Girls Fanfiction

A Unicorn Monster Girl Tale

Created By: Mistress Kasumi

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Removal of the term monster girl(s) has been performed and replaced with mamano for this chapter. At the time I didn't realize there were established terms and since I love mamano despite their many differences I felt it was needed to correct this oversite straight away now that I am aware of it. This revision is occurring story wide.

Chapter 1 – One Cannot Defy Fate

The day begin here in Crysalis like any other metropolis here in the human realm.

Crysalis is one of many completely new human metropolis cities that came to be after the worldwide revelation that mamano were real and not just some figment of some sci-fi geek's imagination. As to where Crysalis resides, it sits on a manmade island within the jurisdiction of Japan as it is literally in the Sea of Japan. The integration of mamano into human society would be a slow and meticulous process requiring copious amounts of patience, tolerance and understanding.

Saying this is moot however considering the world scene before the monster girls.

Despite many foolishly believing mankind had already reached a Utopian all accepting mindset, the cold truth tells a completely different disturbing story. Some refuse to let of the past and accept the future preferring to remain in their prejudice ways. Even though centuries of conflict have transpired with many caused by differences in cultures and ethnicity, mankind is still grappling with properly treating members of their own race as equals. So it was decided that aside from trial areas within Japan itself, Crysalis would be an experimental locale to which their integration would be conducted on a large scale to see if it could truly work. The results here would ultimately determine if it could truly work elsewhere.

But this news had come as no surprise to me as I have seen them before in my past profession.

My name is Doug Nichols and I used to work as a black ops operative for an undisclosed division of the government. Having been part of two black ops divisions both ICE SRT 666 and MON N9, there were many things I was privileged to see. Some were uplifting and positive and left only pleasant memories. Whereas we also experienced some of the most gut wrenching, hellish, nerve rattling missions to date that would plague me till the day I finally surrendered to the reaper.

At first missions like those were far few and between and we learned to deal with them as they came with the territory but gradually it was starting to become all we ever did. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore and refused to follow another order. Due to the sensitive and controversial nature of my mission, I was honorably discharged from service and eventually the division was completely disbanded. Apparently, my stand inspired my other fellow brothers to see beyond orders that something was wasn't right and we could no longer take part in the dirty work we found ourselves being forced to handle.

What was the nature of those dark missions the Triple 6 Black Ops division I served was often ordered to resolve? Perhaps one day I will reveal what dark deeds we were forced to perform but not today.

Doug stares at his reflection in the mirror having awakened at exactly 5am as is his custom having it ingrained in him from his days in the service.

Staring back at him is a young chocolate mocha complexion man at the age of 35 with tattoos of varying types on his arms and legs. Among the various ink on his body serving as a lifelong canvas include both the fear inspiring ICE SRT 666 or Interspecies Cultural Exchange Special Response Team Triple 6 emblem featuring Cerberus, guardian of the underworld at its center with its three heads biting down on a spread rid ribbon in front of it and the intimidating MON N9 or Monster Operations Neutralization Nefarious 9 squad featuring a fierce looking black dragon with cold red eyes. His unnervingly clear dark blue almost black eyes worn with combat but still fierce with determination glare back at him.

However, those blue eyes much like every morning are unfocused as he relives one of his most painful memories which help to make up the ghosts of his dark and crimson colored past all in the name of emperor and country.

It is the last dark ops mission he and his squad were ordered to take part in and the final straw which forced him and his squad mates to refuse an order from high command.

Panicked screams of women and men of varying ages can be heard throughout a small village as fires burn all over the place out of control with no signs of ever going out. The sounds of war litter the area as ally gunships both helicopter and plane fly about overhead laying down their ordinance upon the small town.

Heavy weapons fire from his comrades can be seen and heard as his brothers in arms lay down fire cutting down all in their path. At the time, they had been given a clean sweep order to sanitize the area as all life in the village had become compromised by the enemy. And so it was they were forced to turn their weapons not on other hostile forces shooting back at them which would have been far easier but unarmed civilians who seemed completely harmless.

According to Intel, an illegal mamano, a dark priest had corrupted the minds of the village populace. Whereas, a separate squadron had gone off to deal with the dark priest, they were left with the unpleasant cleanup such as it was.

So for a time, Doug performs his duty as he and his comrades charged into one house after another gunning down both man, woman or child as they had all been deemed compromised and beyond recovery.

However as the occupation wears on and erodes his nerves, his trigger finger finally reaches its limit and will no longer respond to his command as he and his captain burst into yet another home to bring the pain but stop short.

Their huddled and crippled in fear is a single mother with three little girls tucked under her, all of them shaking in fear as they expect certain death at their hands.

It is at this point, doubt for the first time I can remember flashes across the man I knew as captain.

"Fuck this! I didn't sign up for this shit!"

As his weapon drops from its point aimed at the mother's head I am more than willing to follow suit as I do likewise removing my finger from the trigger and reactivating its safety.

"I hear ya captain. Somethings is off about this whole operation sir."

This would only be the first of surprises, as the captain surprises me yet again as he orders all of our squad to cease fire and regroup at the entrance to the village.

We immediately bug out of the house and the village regrouping at once at its entrance to assess and determine the next course of action. Many of us share a similar ghastly expression having already had to service so many targets which didn't seem to be putting up a threat to anyone. Clearly, we had bad intel as there was no one here posing even a remote threat.

However before the captain can address our mounting concerns about this disturbing mission, a bright light envelops us all as we turn in horror as a massive ordinance is fired into the village enveloping everything in a massive explosion. And this is where my painful memory always ends.

I shake my head to temporarily clear it of the painful memory that plagues me. I knows it's only temporary as every face of every person I killed during that mission and many others are burned forever into my subconscious and visit me as ghosts in my dreams as they see fit. I cannot fault these phantoms as my punishment is light compared to some as I can at least continue suck breath.

My squad made it out of that hell hole only to face court martial for dereliction of duty.

However over the course of the court martial proceedings it was soon learned that we had received horribly bad Intel. Not only was the village nothing more than innocent civilians. The dark priest mamano was not even a hostile but had only stopped their after they had taken her in to care for her wounds forcibly against her will as she didn't want them to get involved. The situation had been handled so badly, our squad was not punished severely. However, our squad was disbanded and all of us were honorably discharged, well compensated and released to live out our lives in peace.

As far as I know most of us returned to life as a civilian without issue. One of my brothers however, serviced himself with one of his handheld weapons with a shot to the head several months after that incident as he could not live with the ghosts and phantoms of the dead any longer.

However as for my captain, he simply disappeared after the court martial hearing never to be heard from again.

I eventually settled in a new metropolis on a man-made island called Crysalis with a sole purpose to seeing if it truly is possible for humans and mamano to co-exist together with little issues. With what is learned and observed here, it is expected mankind will use this data when mamano are eventually introduced worldwide meaning government agencies around the world are watching intently what happens here. Obviously not every part of the city is monitored as privacy laws of its citizens are to be honored but is expected all public and common areas are being heavily monitored via audio and video surveillance.

But this is of little interest as up until now, I have paid a passive interest to what's been going on. However, this would soon change on this day as Fate would have other plans.

I leave my house around 7am which is my custom after having a decent breakfast of boiled egg whites, bacon and cheese on some white toasted bread with a steaming cup of herbal tea. Chocolate chai I believe as it left a pleasant taste which remains in my mouth for the start of the day.

At any rate, like most days I found myself just wandering the clandestine streets of Crysalis near the mass transit hubs are where the ICE monster realm gates reside as there always interesting sites to be seen. Nothing seems to be out of the ordinary as I see the usual foot traffic out on the streets of both people heading to work, school age children heading into school and others.

Recent sites however are the occasional mamano who are slowly beginning to migrate here after their orientation with ICE and setup with their host family.

Oh, right you don't know about that.

You see mamano can't live in the human realm on their own and must live with an assigned host family provided to them by ICE. This is primarily so they can keep tabs on them without literally having to follow them around, makes sure their properly provided for and it gives the mamano room to breathe eliminating the need for an armed escort. However, a mamano must always be accompanied by a member of their host family while out of their home unless on ICE authorized business which is rare since an ICE agent will usually come to retrieve them.

Any mamano not sanctioned by MON or determined by ICE to be in violation of their directives or found to be away from home away from their host family without just cause will be deported by MON. Committing any physical crime against a human is also grounds for deportation following an unfavorable ICE court hearing. Cohabitation with mamano are also currently banned by ICE though I believe there are making progress with amendments being considered which may lift this ban thanks to continuous favorable talks with monster realm ambassadors from the various monster girl tribes that routinely convene.

At any rate, with each passing day, it's becoming more and more common to encounter a mamano as I walk the streets as the ICE policies are going into effect. As it stands mamano only encompass the women of their perspective clans though plans are in place to soon start bring in males as well.

Did I mention many of these mamano women are exotically gorgeous?

In fact, I daresay even going back to my travels in black ops as painful as some of those memories were, I can remember the mamano we encountered from time to time were all beautiful. Strange enough but thankfully we never actually had to attack any of them.

I switched over from MON N9 to ICE 666 when I realized what their primary objectives were early on so I never had to kill a mamano in combat. Not to say my hands our clean by any means but at least I don't have any blood from a mamano on them.

Anyway, so it looks to be a pretty ordinary day in Crysalis that is until I see a suspicious young guy running through the crowds with a woman's purse tucked under his arm. People are rapidly clearing out of his way as he has apparently bowled over several people as he recklessly runs with his catch and has several close calls with many others who almost fail to clear his path in time.

It doesn't take a genius to see this guy has something that doesn't belong to him.

But as I prepare to give chase, I see the other reason the crowds are clearing a wide path as I soon see a mamano pass me by at full gallop shortly after in hot pursuit of the ruffian.

I don't get a good look at the mamano but it's clearly a woman if her very well-endowed chest is any indication and she appears to be a centaur type not that it makes a difference. The ruffian clearly has her purse and the mamano is intent on getting it back herself however I am unconvinced she is going to be able to do it on her own so I give chase after the pair at top speed falling back on my many years as a black ops agent. Keeping in shape all these years allows me to easily keep up with them. Eventually she turns into an ally and before I can get to the turn off I hear a startled scream causing my blood to run cold. Others in the main streets and walk ways continue about their business as fear is likely keeping them from responding but I refuse to yield and slow to a cautious walk.

As I begin inching my way into the dark alley which leads away from the busy streets I immediately retrieve my two twin Black Ops standard issue RSV-792 Blasters which I was able to keep from my black ops tours. I switch out the ordinance of both to non-lethal shock pellets which can render a full grown man to a twitching mess upon impact. After all, killing the ruffian would be overkill or so I thought.

As I cautiously approach a turn in the alley, I see the cause for the centaur-like woman's startled scream.

Next time

Doug must analyze the situation and decide whether he will intercede on the centaur like woman's behalf or simply call authorities and stay out of it. With no one else in the area responding to the immediate situation, her life may very well be in his hands. What will he do?

Find out next time in the OCDF – Chapter 2 – Boy Meets Girl.

I know. This is an ultra-cruel placement of a chapter break but it must be done. Cliffhanger. But you will have to blame the plot for its placement. Sorry but it can't be helped. I had been tumbling around this story in my head as I became acquainted with the older anime, Monster Musume. Well, at any rate I hope this finds everyone well and I hope you have enjoyed your voyage into my creative mind. Feel free to leave a review on what you think but please avoid flames or being over critical. As I have often said, if you feel so strongly about something then by all means do it yourself. A genuine case of "put up or shut up."

I have also revised this chapter correcting any POV issues to strictly first person view with occasional third person narrative. Hopefully this clears up the confusion. I have also added a few extra details absent from the first version of this chapter.

Hehe, well anyway cya next time and take care. Love and kisses, Kasumi.