I don't own Daily Life With A Monster Girl. I wrote this because let's face it, Centorea really does need more attention. Hope you enjoy.

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Centorea ran through the brightly lit streets, dodging in and out of the throngs of pedestrians who were in awe at the sight of the speeding horse-woman. Her destination was not important-right now the only thing that mattered to her was getting her master away from the lecherous Arachne and the other occupants of the madhouse that he had inadvertently created.

Oh, if only she had found him before that slothful Ms. Smith had palmed Miia into her benevolent master's care! Perhaps if she had, there would be no need to put up with the other's foolishness and she could have her master all to...

"Cerea, where are we going!" Her master called over the rushing wind, his grip tightening on her waist, sending a pleasant shiver from the top of her human spine and down to her tail.

"Anywhere but there!" She shouted back. But it was a good question. Where they going and what was stopping them from going beyond that? The two of them could just keep going...

She could see it now, they would get on the first train out of the city, find a nice rural village, he would find a good job and she would make sure that there was a healthy, tasty salad on the table for him every night. And he would gently massage her body as her slim belly swelled with their... No! Now was not the time for such silly fantasies. Just concentrate on running...

...And fantasize later. Centorea closed her eyes and shook her head of her nonsense, missing and bypassing a back-alley and continuing along the road, eventually coming to the park. It seemed that in her distressed and frustrated state, she subconsciously sought out the one place in the city that reminded her of the forests of England, the land where she had been raised.

She rested by a large oak tree, allowing her master to dismount. He looked at her with the large brown eyes she had come to adore, clearly seeing the obvious confusion they held despite the low light. "Cerea? What was that all about?"

The centauress bowed her head deeply, an act that perhaps would have held more significance had she not been so much taller than him. "F-forgive me, Master! There is no excuse for my actions!" She began to mumble something at a rapid pace in a language he didn't catch, most likely her native tongue, completely unintelligible to Kurusu.

"Hey, calm down, relax! Cerea, everything's fine, just relax, take a deep breath!" He said, raising his hands placatingly.

Yes, take a deep breath and exhale. She was a warrior, she controlled her emotions, not the other way around. Or at least until she lost control and the feelings she had been repressing rose up, causing her to do something completely irrational - like kidnapping her Master for instance!

Kurusu watched the display of emotion on the normally - scratch that, usually? Not quite... Mostly? Sometimes? Yes- sometimes, sort of, reserved centaur's face. But he was rather distracted when she inhaled deeply and her already impressive chest expanded exponentially.

"Are you feeling better now?" Kurusu asked, managing to tear his eyes away from the horse-woman's globes and meet her blue eyes.

She exhaled."Yes, very much so. Thank you for asking, Master." She responded calmly, all traces of her previous hysteria gone.

"Cerea, what's wrong? You've been acting really strangely all day."

"I-I can not say..."

"Does it have something to do with Rachnee-san?" Kurusu ventured.

"Perhaps..." She turned slightly, facing away from him.

Kurusu grabbed hold of her hand. "C'mon, Cerea, it's me, you can talk to me, right?"

He'stouchingmyhand, he'stouchingmyhand, HE'STOUCHINGMYHAND! Centorea tore her face away from her Master's pleading expression, shielding her heated cheeks, while whipping his face with her ponytail.

Ignoring it, Kurusu pressed on. "Centorea, please, tell me what's wrong!"

She turned back to him. "It is just that...that..."

"Yes?"

"That..." Centorea reached for his other hand and pulled both of them into the marshmellow-soft expanse of her chest. "Master never gropes my bosom anymore!" She shouted, her eyes clenched together from embarrassment and her pale skin stained blood red.

Kurusu could literally feel the sweatdrop make it's way down the back of his head, along with his eyes turning blank. "Huh?" The surprise of her actions robbing him of any conscious thought besides 'Soft, warm, huge!'

"Master spends so much time with the others, you only touch me accidentally, like this morning! I am beginning to think that perhaps you prefer women with smaller chests..." She replied, a frown marring her beautiful face.

The barely functioning part of Kurusu Kimihito's brain, powered by the small amount of blood that hadn't migrated south, kicked himself. What kind of person was he that the young woman under his care had come to equate unintentional sexual assault with affection?

Deep down though, he knew that the centauress' outburst wasn't just about being felt up, or rather the lack of being felt up, but something else entirely. "I'm sorry." He told her, pulling his body close to hers in a hug, with his face nestled between her pillowy breasts, conveniently ignoring the fact that his palms were still resting on her swiftly hardening nipples.

"Master? You have no need to apologise?" Cerea spoke, her voice torn between blossoming arousal and confusion.

"Yes, I do, with all that's been happening with Mero and Rachnee-san lately, I've been ignoring you, haven't I?"

"You have been busy, 'tis understandable. T'was presumptuous of me to question you." She replied quickly.

"No, it's not. I should be able to give each of you all the attention you deserve and I haven't been doing that lately. I'm a failure as a-" He was about to say friend, but she cut him off.

"No!" She interrupted. "That shall not stand! You are a wonderful Master! Always willing to help and protect us, when it is I who should help and protect you. 'Tis for that reason I chose you as my Master. I knew your kindness from the moment I saw you. That was when I knew you would be mine! Eh, I would be yours! I mean, I knew you would be my Master! Yes, that is what I meant!" She stated with an increasingly strong blush.

"Master, 'tis an ability of the centaurs' to sense the soul of a person, their potential and heart. Once I saw you, felt your spirit and compassion..." Cerea paused, glancing away shyly, her ears drooping adorably. "I knew I could have no other..."

"I didn't know you felt like that." He said, his reply muffled, since his face was still being slowly and delightfully suffocated.

"Master, I must confess something..." She began nervously. "When first we met, you believed it to be ordained by fate." Kurusu raised an eyebrow from the warm depths of her chest. 'I did?'

"I did not see the need to tell you the truth, but now, the burden of my dishonesty hangs heavy on my shoulders."

She exhaled, toying with the red ribbon around her neck, preparing herself. "The truth is, I watched you for a week at least before I worked up the courage to approach you. Even then, I had to rely on a ritual to ensure that you chose me as your knight." She revealed. How liberating it was to cast off her lies! Now there was nothing but honesty between herself and her Master. But... What if he had no need for a dishonest knight who needed to rely on a charm to find a Master? What if-

"That's fine, Cerea." Her Master spoke, once again astounding her with his understanding heart. Although, one must very tolerant to dead with the lusty Miia, the scatter-brained Papi, the strange creature that Mero and the less said about Rachnera and Suu, the better!

"R-really?" She stuttered. Alas, her tongue was once again paralysed by his kindness.

Kurusu pulled away from her chest, albeit reluctantly. "Well, yeah, everyone gets nervous and I'd get pretty nervous if I had to dedicate myself to someone, but I'm glad you did. I'm really happy to have met you. To be honest, you're the most sane girl I know." It may not be much of a compliment considering the others, but it was true.

"You are too kind to me, Master. Perhaps kinder than I deserve." Cerea's ears drooped down again, her face completely red, her lower lip trembling, with tears threatening to fall from her watery eyes.. Oh, crap was she going to cry? That was meant to help her feel better! Quick, find something to distract her!

Still holding onto her hand, he looked around frantically before his eyes locked on the new moon that hung in the sky like a Cheshire cat's smile. "You know, it's a nice night." He commented quickly, looking at Cerea.

Centorea somehow schooled her features into her usual expression, despite her joy at having her master not only grope her, hug her and place his face between her breasts, but hold her hand and compliment her too.

It was slightly about of order, but if those books she read were right, then maybe... "Yes, "tis, is it not?" She replied, her tone mostly neutral, even though her thoughts turned to her master leaning up to kiss her, his mouth moving to her jaw, her tender neck, unbuttoning her shirt, taking her heaving, rosy bosom into his mouth, suckling fiercely on her pink-

"Perfect night for a walk, don't you think?"

Centorea felt herself flush with passion and shame once more. The after effects of the recently full moon still lingered, it seemed. "Yes... Yes, it is..." Kurusu smiled, hooking his arm around hers.

"Well let's go, then!" He said, making their way down a random path. Unknown to them both, even Centorea with her superior hearing, a shadowy shape leapt from it's perch in a nearby tree to another tree and followed after them, sticking to the canopy.

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'Oh, this is good.' Rachnera thought to herself as she spied on the young man and the centaur. 'Looks like Honey really is a leg man! And that noble knight is so bold! I wonder if I had anything to do with that? Oh, yes, I did!" It seemed that Rachnera's plan was working. With a past like hers, being able to deduce people's true feelings was a skill she needed to pick up quickly, and when she looked at Centorea and Honey, she saw the centaur's hidden feelings for the boy, not like they were at all well hidden, to be honest.

Love, pure, unadulterated love. The poor little knight adored her "Master", it kind of made her queasy to look at for too long. The horse-woman was so cute when she was pretending not to be jealous, so Rachnera decided to give them both a helping hand by getting her to react. She hadn't expect Centorea to react by jumping from the second story of his house though, but love makes you crazy, especially with monster-women.

But just because she was willing to help give the centaur and the human a nudge, that didn't mean that if nothing came out of their oh, so romantic walk in the park, she wouldn't sidle in there and take some Honey for herself.

Hey, he cooks, he cleans, wasn't immediately terrified of her and was yet to be introduced to art of sex while suspended in webbing. He ticked all of Rachnera's boxes.

She could picture it in her mind, vividly. Her little Honey, so fragile, so weak, so deliciously human, bound to his bed as she approached. His tearful eyes taking in her naked body, from fear or worship, she cared not. No longer did Rachnera exist in that earthly vessel, now there was only Goddess, and the mortal tied to the bed, her most devoted worshipper. She would crawl over him, the sacred spot where woman met creature positioned above his mouth, ready to sing hymns to her glorious beauty. "Taste me...Love me..." She would moan as her high-priest began his prayers, quiet sobs of pleasure emanating from her, sustaining him with her divine nectar as his eager tongue sang hallelujah in her name-

Wait... Where was she? Oh, right! The park! Damn full moon. 'I wonder if they'd be up for a threesome? Sharing is caring after all.' Rachnera wondered how the rest of the household would react if Centorea and Honey got together. With jealousy most likely. But didn't lamia usually share mates anyway?

Being an all female species that needed to entice or kidnap men to their hidden villages, it would be foolish to kidnap enough men for every lamia, since lamia usually live in groups of one hundred or so. So it really wouldn't be strange for a man to have at least seven or eight lamia wives, maybe Miia was just the psychotic jealous type?

Wait a minute, didn't harpies share too? But Papi was like eleven or something, right? So she probably wouldn't even worry about boys at her age.

Rachnera looked around, having lost sight of her quarry. 'Now where did those two go?' She found them a minute later, now hand in hand to the blonde's obvious delight. Hmm, walking hand in hand under the moonlight, it was actually kind of cute. The mermaid would probably pee her pants in joy. Well, not pants but...well, you know. That girl clearly had issues, but hey, if she ever got that threesome she could invite her to watch.

Before another fantasy could take place in her mind, Rachnera got closer to the two, listening to their random small talk, until half an hour later, the conversation became more interesting.

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"So I never actually asked you before, but where are you from, Cerea? I know that Miia's Greek, Rachnee-san's Italian, Mero is from the East Atlantic and Papi's from somewhere in South America, at least I think so? She wasn't very clear... And I have no idea where Suu could be from, I think she was born, or formed, in Japan?" Kurusu asked, still holding hands with the tall blonde. He didn't feel the need or desire to let go and apparently neither did she.

"Myself?" Cerea replied, pointing to herself. "I was raised in a great forest in the heart of England. My father taught me swordplay and my mother taught me archery." Cerea smiled fondly. "I remember how the three of us would gallop through the meadows and trees until our legs gave out. They were happy times..." She trailed off nostalgically.

"Were?" Kurusu asked in concern, worried that he might have set off another emotional bomb. "What happened?"

Cerea quickly waved a hand. "Oh, do not misunderstand! My parents are fine! I simply miss them. Japan truly is a long way from the green forests of home." She quickly reassured him.

"What was it like, were there many centaurs where you lived?" He enquired, wanting to extend the conversation. Cerea rarely, if ever spoke of herself, something he wanted to change.

"No, there were perhaps a handful of centaur families, we did not interact much with one another, although we often went to a nearby monster village. A young centaur's life is dedicated to becoming stronger, faster, smarter. Then, when we come of age, we leave our parents and our homes behind to seek our Master." Centorea explained happy to detail the culture of her esteemed species.

"Why Japan? Out of all the places in the world?" Kurusu wondered. Miia had chosen Japan for it's culture and had been sent to his house when Ms. Smith forcefully signed him up for the Interspecies Exchange Programme. Papi headbutted a map, Suu was kind of an accident, Mero had apparently read The Tale of Genji and wrongfully thought that all Japanese romance consisted of heartbreak, betrayal and despair.

And finally Rachnee was interested in a place where you could buy cans of coffee from a vending machine on the street and learning the art of Shibari to augment her natural bondage skills.

So what motivated the beautiful centaur to come to Japan?

"A fine question." Centorea nodded. "When I was a child, I read book on the philosophy and life of the Samurai. It spoke to me, their dedication, their techniques, their training. It inspired me to increase my own and when I heard of the Exchange Programme, Japan was at the top of my list." She explained. "I sought out everything I could learn about the people and culture. JRPGs, shojo manga, it was all very useful."

Kurusu returned her look with a dead stare and an awkward smile. "Yes, I'm sure that it was..." He grimaced. Thinking about it, that explained the whole toast thing...

"So why does a centaur need a master?" Kurusu asked, a question that had been plaguing him for awhile finally asked.

"I beg your pardon, Master?" Hadn't she made it clear enough?

"Why does a centaur need to have a master, why is it such a big deal?" Kurusu asked. For such a proud race, it seemed strange for them to be subservient, it least to him it was strange.

"A bi- a big deal?!" Cerea shouted, sounding the most flustered Kurusu had ever heard her- even counting when she tried to enter the bathroom with him. "You do not understand! Above all, a centaur seeks to help someone, to bring out their true potential, like Chiron and Heracles! To bring their Master into legend! To set them among the stars! That is why centaurs exist, we are the makers of heroes!

When we find our Master, be they male or female, human or monster, we stay by their side until death takes us from them, even then, we linger in spirit. We share a bond so deep with our Master, it transcends death, time, space, a bond deeper than the truest love. Why, 'tis not uncommon for a centaur and her Master to..." Cerea's impassioned speech came to a quick end as she clamped her hands over her mouth.

"To what?" Kurusu asked, surprised at her action and sudden halt.

"To..." To become lovers? To wed? To make nasty, filthy, cross-species love and have lots and lots of cute little foals? "To...become very good friends! Yes, very, very, very good friends!" She nodded rapidly.

Somewhere in the nearby trees, a wind blew through the leaves, sounding oddly like, "This is just painful!"

"What was that?" Centorea asked, hoping to change the subject.

"Mah, probably nothing." Kurusu shrugged. He checked his phone. "It's kind of 1:00am in the morning, we should head back to the house. The others have probably torn apart half the city by now..."

"Uh, yes, we should..." Centorea sighed. A final chance appeared, now or never! "Master! There's something I must tell you! Here, beneath the moon, under the stars!" She announced, holding their entwined hands between her heaving breasts, she had no doubt he could feel her racing heart.

"Wha-" Kurusu tried to say, but once again had been distracted by Cerea's great tracts of land.

"Master! I-I must confess! That I am, I am-! I am very glad that we are friends..." Centorea chickened out. Once again, her weak heart had failed her!

"Well, me too, Cerea..." Her Master replied, sounding just as disappointed as she felt with herself.

Kurusu looked to the ground. Huh, he kinda felt something was about to happen there...

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" A loud shout came from the canopy above them. "What is wrong with you two?"

"Rachnee?" Kurusu shouted back, shocked at the spider-woman descending from the trees.

"I'm sick of this!" Rachnera exclaimed. "Get over here! Get ready for some lovin', Honey!" A thick thread of webbing shot from Rachnera's lower body towards Kurusu, but was swiftly sliced to pieces by Centorea's sword that appeared out of nowhere.

"Where the hell were you hiding that!" Kurusu cried. There was no way she was hiding that down her shirt, he would have felt it surely?

"No! You shall not have him! My Master belongs to me!" Centorea roared. There! She said it! In terrible circumstances, but she said it! Now all she had to do was crawl into a hole and turn her sword on herself. But if she was in for a penny, she was in for a pound!

Grasping her Master under his arms she lifted him up and crushed his lips to her own, her larger tongue shyly but determinedly reaching for his, exploring his mouth. This... This feeling, this was extraordinary. Surely nothing could compare to this sensation. Kissing her Master, holding him close to her bosom, his heart beating against her own...

When they eventually stopped, Kurusu collapsed to his knees, the air stolen from his lungs by the sudden surprise lip-lock. "Cerea? I-I..." Yep, all power was diverted from his brain to his crotch again.

"Um...Ah...I...Oh..." Cerea giggled drunkenly and collapsed onto her side with a red face and a smile.

"My, that good of a kisser, huh?" Rachnee asked teasingly. "Don't worry, I'll web her up and drag her back."

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The next morning, Kurusu felt an odd feeling of deja vu, as he once again grabbed Cerea's breast when tried to find the alarm clock.

"Good morning, Master. I believe we should talk." Cerea told him, her eyes closed and her face flushed. "My behaviour last night was atrocious. I understand if you wish me to leave the house." She said, her voice level and firm, willing to accept whatever punishment for her disgrace.

Kurusu's drowsy mind woke up in an instant. "What, leave? You can't!" Why did she want to leave, was he that bad a kisser?

"I last control of myself, my honour as a knight has been tarnished. There is only one choice. I must-"

But she was cut off by Kurusu leaping up to capture her lips in a kiss. The initial awkwardness from the night before quickly evaporated and soon Kurusu was sitting on the side of the bed and Cerea was kneeling, the only way it was possible for them to kiss comfortably without some form of step.

"Per-perhaps I was being hasty..." Cerea mentioned with glassy eyes. "Yes, I should most definitely stay!"

Kurusu smiled. "I'm glad. C-Cerea, this might sound like a strange question, considering, but, uh, w-would you want to be my, well, you know! My girlfriend!" He eventually spat out.

"Yes, of course! I would love to!" The blonde centaur shouted happily.

"Really? Really? You're sure? That's great! Because you're my first girlfriend, I'm pretty sure that I'm going to make some mistakes, so try to put up with me and crap, crap, crap! The other girls are going to kill me!" He shouted, realising half-way through the full consequences of his request.

After finally calming down (and now lover) Cerea lead him to the kitchen. When he crossed the threshold of the room he heard Rachnee speaking to the other four girls. "And then she grabbed him and kissed him! It was pretty romantic if you ask me!"

"Oooohhhh!" Miia moaned. "I wanted to be Darling's first wife! Centorea's so lucky! A midnight stroll, why didn't I think of that!" She pouted. "Now, I'm the second wife!" Hmm, all that planning gone down the drain! One: Seduce Darling! Two: Have Darling become completely addicted to her love and body! Three: Let the others join in...eventually...like five years later...or never...

"Second?" Papi looked down at her talons and counted out loud. "One, two, three! Three! You're the third wife! Papi is already Husband's wife! The horse lady is Papi and Husband's number two wife!"

Suu pointed to herself and made a small keening sound. Papi patted her on the back reassuringly. "Don't worry Suu, you can be the...the... Hold on..." She looked down again. "One, two, five- no, three, four! Four. Suu is four!" Papi exclaimed delightedly, proud of her amazing mental athletics.

"May I still be the mistress?" Mero asked, raising a hand. Even with so many loving wives, her Beloved was still a man, a man who needed a willing hole to use and abandon over and over, leaving her broken hearted, but complacent in the fact she had some use to him... Oh, she couldn't wait!

"No!" Centorea charged into the room, the sound of scraping metal echoing. "I am my Master's only wife!"

"Nuh-uh! Papi is the queen wife, smelly number two wife!" Papi shouted. Flinging an egg, a chicken egg, at Centorea, which struck her on her flank, Papi flew off, mocking the centaur.

"Why you insolent-!" Centorea swiftly took chase, leaving Kurusu behind.

"What's happening right now?" Kurusu asked himself, but Rachnee answered.

"Don't worry, Honey! I'm sure that Centorea will get over the jealous thing after a couple of threesomes. Now, I know Centorea's a sub, but do you prefer to be the bottom or top? I'm sure we can work something out if you like to be in charge!" The Arachne grinned.

Mero raised her hand again. "May I watch?" Oh the ultimate shame! To watch the one she loved being pleasured by two other women, being shown that she wasn't even worthy to gaze upon him, nevermind pleasure him herself. How she loved Japan!

"Course you can!" Rachnee answered.

"Well, as long as Darling makes time for me! And as long as we go on more dates! The second wife should be treated well too, Darling!" Miia commanded.

"Third!" Papi shouted as she flew by again.

Kurusu, deciding that the only that could make this day stranger than this was Ms. Smith showing naked to confess her love for him, sat down at the table.

There was a knock at the door. "Oh, Mister Darling!"

He decided to go back to bed instead.