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Monster Musume Host Quest: Your Life with Monstergirls

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[X] Take care of the fallen tree and clean up after the storm.

Gotta take care of this.
 
[x] Take care of the fallen tree and clean up after the storm.

I want to see some initiative out of these dweebs soon, but for now let's make like a good member of a neighborhood association!
 
[X] Take care of the fallen tree and clean up after the storm.

So it seems one of the first things Honey is picking up on regarding human society is "when to make a sex joke".
 
[X] Take care of the fallen tree and clean up after the storm.

Zophar is really growing on me, same with everyone else. I'm actually really looking forward to Honey developing more as a person.
 
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    • [X] Take care of the fallen tree and clean up after the storm. (ALL THE VOTES!!!!!!)

    "Well, we've still got that tree down in the backyard, unfortunately. I should probably take care of that before the Homeowners Association find out and throw a fit."

    "They can do that?" Georgia asks, cocking her head to one side.

    "According to the charter, members must keep their property maintained to the satisfaction of the Association's board of directors to prevent anyone from bringing down the property values of the neighboring houses," you explain with a sigh. "And in order to live in this community, you are required to become a member."

    "That's stupid," put in Zophar around a large bite of ground beef. "If they did that, pretty soon everyone is going to be looking and acting the exact same way."

    "I believe that is the general idea, yes," you agree. "The Association is a bother, but I've dealt with them before. As long as I get the mess cleared up within a day or two, they isn't much they can do."

    "Think you meant 'we' there, doc," Clyde states with a good-natured smile. "Never be able to live it down if I let a little lady like yourself do all the heavy lifting while I stood around shirking. 'Sides, still need an upper-body workout today."

    "I'd like to help as well, if that's alright?" offers Georgia hesitantly.

    "Help," gurgles Honey with a nod. You weren't sure if she actually knew what she was volunteering to help with, but she wasn't trying to molest anyone. You'd take what you could get.

    "Yeah, like I'm gonna be the only one sitting on his ass when everybody else is working," Zophar finished with an eyeroll that was barely noticeable thanks to his lack of obvious irises. "So what's the plan, slave driver?"

    "Well, I think we all need to get changed," you suggest as you rise to your feet and begin collecting the dishes. "I'm not sure how attached the rest of you are to your outfits, but I can safely say Georgia's dress is far too nice to ruin with hauling logs."

    "Y-you like it?" she stammers, turning red and dipping her head behind her hat.

    "Of course she does, you look awesome," Zophar agrees casually, peering out one of the windows and apparently failing to notice how his comment caused the medusa's blush to deepen. Well, then again, he did have all those eyes, so maybe he could see and was just pretending? It was hard to tell with him.

    "Gotta agree with the kid here: that's a heck of a dress," supplies Clyde. "Doc's right: probably gonna wanna take it off. It's be a real shame to get something that fancy dirty doing grunt work."

    "...thank you, everyone," Georgia began softly, shrinking on the spot at all the attention, her face pure crimson. She sounded like she was going to continue when a fifth voice joined the conversation.

    "Take it off..." purred Honey, sliding smoothly around the table with a predatory grin on her face. Zophar jumped eight feet through the air to get out of her way and latch onto the ceiling, a petrified smile on his face.

    "Honey, that wasn't what we were talking about," Georgia snapped sternly, brushing her hat away from her eyes and trying to meet the slime's gaze, but Honey's own amber orbs were already dissolving. She really did learn fast. "Stop right there. Honey?"

    You consider intervening, but your hands were already full of dishes. Eh, they fought her off once, they could probably do it again. You turn and walk through the door, faking a smile of blissful ignorance as you pretend you can't hear the commotion from behind you.

    "Georgia, head for the door an' don't make any sudden moves. I've got-"

    *SPLORCH!*

    "EEEEEEEEKKK!!!"

    "Run! Every spider for himself!"

    ---

    "Had to pick the hottest part of the day do to this, didn't we?" Zophar moaned. The baseball cap he wore covered his main eyes, but left his side eyes unfortunately exposed to the bright light. He wasn't nocturnal, was he? His filters seemed too dark for that, but maybe? Either way, getting him a bucket hat or something that provided shade for his whole head might not be a bad idea at some point in the future.

    "I don't know, I think it feels kind of nice," Georgia ventures. She's traded her sundress for a functional skirt and tight white tank-top, with a small bucket hat of her own now covering up her snake hair.

    You'd normally question the wisdom of wearing a skirt for this sort of work, but considering she lacked legs, you doubted there would be any issue. It's hard to tell without hair, but you think you see a few droplets of water on her fair skin, evidence that she grabbed a quick shower after Honey's most recent attack. Good thing they upgraded your hot water heater along with the rest of the house...

    "Eh, it is kinda hot, but look on the bright side!" suggests Clyde. His only change appears to be switching his t-shirt for one of pure gray without a slogan. The sleeves have been torn off, though whether that is to showcase his massive biceps or simply because they could not contain such huge muscles you can't say. "At least we'll get some good tans."

    "Easy for you guys to say," grumbles Zophar. "She's cold-blooded and you two can sweat. My biology wasn't exactly designed for extreme heat."

    "Eighty degrees ain't exactly extreme," points out the centaur, who then begins to smirk. "But it's fine if yer little body can't handle it. You can just hang out in the shade and let the rest of us take care of it."

    "Screw that!"

    "Screw..." Honey mutters huskily, sloshing up behind all of you. Zophar literally jumps again, and Georgia slithers away from her so frantically one of her snakes actually escapes from its canvas cage to hiss dangerously at the shapely pink goo. Even Clyde seems upset, dancing a few steps forward to spin toward her, his tail swishing back and forth in agitation.

    "Honey," you say, trying to hide your own trepidation. Predators could sense that sort of thing, it was what marked you as vulnerable. As prey. Be confident. Be confident. "Ready to get to work?"

    "Work!" she answers with a grin and a nod, raising one arm and causing it to swell into a reasonable mimicry of Clyde's bulging muscles.

    Huh. That went better than expected. You briefly wonder where she learned the muscle trick, before deciding not to look a gift slime in the...mouth? They absorbed food directly, so did they technically even have mouths? Eh, not important right now.

    "Alright, let's go take a look at this tree then," you suggest, leading the way toward the back of the yard, with Honey following behind and the others tentatively skittering, slithering, or clomping in the rear.

    That seemed to be the trick, you had noticed. As long as Honey had something else to occupy her attention, she didn't really seem interested in attacking anyone. It was afterward when she started getting bored that she began attempting to amuse herself in the only way she apparently knew how. Considering sweaty physical labor would probably be a magnet for her, you'd have to take steps to keep her busy.

    You glance down at the fallen tree and sigh. It had looked so small from the house, but now that you were closer you could see the trunk was much thicker than you anticipated. Many of the branches had pierced their straight right down into the soft lawn, which ruled out just having Clyde drag it away too. The wind had been blowing toward your house last night, likely why the tree had fallen into your lawn instead of away from it. Unfortunately, that meant that a lot of smaller branches had also fallen into the yard and pool, making the yard itself a real mess. Thank goodness the others had offered to help, otherwise you'd have had to call someone to come in and take care of most of it for you.

    "Yeah, we're probably gonna have to cut this. We could slice off the branches in the ground an' I could pull it, but were would we take it?" Clyde asks, surveying the tree beside you. "Woods aren't thick enough here to keep it from being an eye-sore. The stumps not so bad, we could probably leave it if we wanted."

    "I was afraid you were going to say that," you answer, leading the way to your small tool shed. "I don't really have the equipment for this sort of thing. I normally don't have the time to bother with extreme yard work, so I hire it out. The closest thing I have to an actual saw is this thing."


    You pass it back out to Clyde, who hefts the strange object carefully.

    "It was a gag gift from my father. Apparently it's a traditional Japanese carpentry saw called a Ryoba. It's real and the make is apparently good, but it's still not exactly a chainsaw."

    "We'll make it work," assures the centaur, handing it over to Georgia to inspect.

    As she and Zophar scrutinize the saw, you hand out work gloves to everyone but Honey. They all accept them save for Zophar, who pushes the gloves back toward you and flexes his claws. You nod in understanding and turn back to the tree.

    There was a lot of work to do. The loose branches around the yard would definitely have to be picked up, the Association would have a fit about them even if there weren't a few floating on top of your pool cover. The tree itself would need to be carved into pieces small enough to move. Larger pieces would make shorter work and Clyde could obviously handle the weight, but that would make selling them as firewood or burning them yourself pretty difficult. Smaller pieces would take longer and require a lot more work though. Still, it would be nice if people who weren't built like Greek gods could lift them the wood after it was cut.

    The tree's branches would be trickier. You didn't have a bonfire area, and it wouldn't have been legal to start one even if you did. You supposed you could just throw them into the small woods behind the house. The Association might moan, but you had a few friends on the board these days. You also might be able to ask around and see if there was someone else with a bonfire spot around here. There was a trailer pack within a mile of your house (you'd have paid good money to see the board's face when that first opened), someone there would almost certainly know where to dump a bunch of dead branches. They'd probably have the truck to haul it off too. Wouldn't make you a lot of friends though...

    There was extra work that could probably be done too. There were more than a few dead branches in the woods that were hanging by a thread but still hadn't fallen. It would have you a lot of work in the future if you just cut them now. You had some trimmers for it, but most of the branches were way too high for you to reach. Zophar or Georgia might be able to do it though... Then there was that stump Clyde mentioned. The completionist inside you wanted to get that taken care of as well, but it would definitely take a lot of extra work. It was small and deep enough that even the Association wouldn't be able to complain about it though, so it was sadly an optional project. A very, very difficult optional project. Still, maybe there was a way to work smarter and not harder there.

    You turn back to see everyone staring at you expectantly.

    "Alright, here's the plan..."


    Operation Cut Up That Stupid Tree!

    Georgia's Job:
    [ ] Write In ______________

    Honey's Job:
    [ ] Write In ______________

    Clyde's Job:
    [ ] Write In ______________

    Zophar's Job:
    [ ] Write In ______________

    Your Job:
    [ ] Write In ______________

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    Show off your musical chops with some...

    Work Tunes! (Optional)
    [ ] Time for some Traditional Work Songs!
    [ ] Let's play the local favorite: Country!
    [ ] Monstergirls/guys, Rock Out!
    [ ] Nothing gets people moving like Pop Music!
    [ ] Go with something classical: Jazz!
    [ ] Ahem! Try the real classic: Blues!
    [ ] :eyeroll: Posers. There's only one form of Classical Music!
    [ ] Write In ______________
    [ ] Hmm. On second thought, making extra noise might not be the best option right now. Silence is golden!
     
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    • [:V] Everything burns. Pour gasoline on the tree, set it alight, and roll it into the neighbors' house. That should take care of the problem.
    Should shut the Homeowner's Association up. Or get us arrested. Either works.
     
    Kratez said:
    [:V] Everything burns. Pour gasoline on the tree, set it alight, and roll it into the neighbors' house. That should take care of the problem.
    Should shut the Homeowner's Association up. Or get us arrested. Either works.
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    Zophar: That was awesome! ... now how do we get out of jail?
     
    My preliminary vote. I'm curious if anyone can figure out how to min-max this so we can deal with the stump.

    Georgia's Job:
    [X] Gather up the stray branches that have fallen in the yard. Also get the one's that fell over the pool, since Honey and water don't mix well.

    Honey's Job:
    [X] Gather up the stray branches that have fallen in the yard.

    Clyde's Job:
    [X] Carving duty. Cut the tree up small enough for everyone to carry.

    Zophar's Job:
    [X] Deal with the not-quite broken branches that are still hanging from the trees.

    Your Job:
    [X] Make some calls and figure out where you can go to properly dispose of the debris.

    [X] Monstergirls/guys, Rock Out!
     
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    I know I joked about being a model member of neighbor association, but didn't quite expect it to pop up in the update lmao.

    And unless someone comes up with a better plan:
    [X] TurtleDucks

    But instead of rock music for the bgm, I think we can all agree that ominous Latin chanting and dramatic orchestral tunes would totallyyy set the scene better
    [X] :eyeroll: Posers. There's only one form of Classical Music!

    I want ironic yakety sax comedy in slow mo, while choruses are singing about being damned in the background with drums beating to the same tempo as the blood rushing in our ears. All while we get some good ol' exercise!
     
    Kaelor said:
    "Eighty degrees ain't exactly extreme," points out the centaur, who then begins to smirk. "But it's fine if yer little body can't handle it. You can just hang out in the shade and let the rest of us take care of it."

    "Screw that!"
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    I am sure that a certain sli-
    Kaelor said:
    "Screw..." Honey mutters huskily, sloshing up behind all of you.
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    ... Honey, stop pre-emptively making the poor jokes I'm about to make. If you keep that up, I'll lose my one productive purpose in this thread. ;_;
     
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