My Life in the M.G.E.P. (Ivory11 x Collector of Rarities)

Artoria had only been in Australia a few days and already she liked it more than living on top of a mountain. She'd jumped on the opportunity to peruse several music stores and order an expensive speaker system on Amazon. The dragoness had always had a proclivity for rock and roll music and finally being allowed to integrate with human society was a godsend for her. No more listening to music over an ancient radio with terrible reception whenever she could find batteries to power it: she could now listen to the music she loved on high-quality speakers as loud as she liked whenever she wanted. The only downside was that there were rules to follow, and dragons disliked being told what to do. In this case, she had to play nice with her human host so that she could learn how to integrate with human society. The humans who ran the Exchange Program had helped her convert her gold into cash, which she then put in a bank account, but beyond that one helpful act the humans only seemed to be interested in placing restrictions on what she could do.

Artoria stood at 5'11" with red hair highlighted by streaks of natural blonde and big emerald eyes that sparkled in the sun when they weren't lazily half-lided. Her pointed ears were overshadowed by the horns growing parallel to them and she had a pair of large, leathery wings sprouting from her back. Her arms and legs were capped by red scales with golden flecks and hands and feet tipped with long, deadly black claws. She was presently dressed only in a black tank top and a pair of gray boyshorts. Artoria woke as the sun rose, yawning and stretching out on the bed her host had provided for her. With a yawn, she rolled over onto her stomach and picked up the remote to her stereo, clicking the on button and selecting her Of Monsters and Men CD, putting Little Talks on full blast, completely disregarding the possibility that her host might want to sleep in that day. As the trumpets blared, she let out a satisfied hum and hugged her pillow close, letting her eyes drift shut as she let the music wash over her.

Compared to Artoria Michael was indeed up early, of course she struggled to be up by noon, and he had a regular full time job whic meant his sleep schedule was "Early to bed and early to wake, leaves a man healthy but socially dead" well he wasn't socially dead till those back-stabing roommates of his moved out, only telling him they were moving out the day he came home to find them just finishing up packing their moving truck, bound for god knows where, not even offering to help find replacement roommates, and after he did all the washing, all the shopping, and paid all the bills, even when he had to hastle them to pay their share. In his desperation to find a new roommate to help share the load for this big house, a commercia came on the TV from the government, advertising the "host" system for "Extra species" people, he knew barely anything about them until Artoria moved in, before then all he'd seen of them was either some news story involving one, and in porn, the extra-species really took a shine to participating in porn, especially the ones that come from all-female races like the Lamia and Harpies, he wasn't really a big fan of orc X whatever porn, he had met a orc in person, loud, rude, and smelling horrible, he had a 3some video saved on his computer of a male and female centaur X human girl, pretty damn hot.

He was doing the laundry when it became evident that Artoria was awake again, he groaned as he heard the music, since she moved in the neighbours had complained to him 3 times about her playing the music at the most ungodly hours of the night at full blast. He carried the laundry basked up the stairs from the basement, all the way to the 2nd floor. he turned left, going to Artoria's room, without knocking he opened the door, walking in, without a word he turned the music down "None of that now! the McPhersons were yelling at me AGAIN last night 'cos of your damn music" he bent over, picking up Artoria's clothes, on top of being loud and rude, she was also messy, came with being a horder "and before you start, I'm not taking anything, I'm just gonna wash 'em" he knew how antsy she was about him taking her stuff out of her room, it came with being a horder, ever had to fight someone to take the dirty dishes out of their bedroom? before Artoria, Michael could say "no" too.

He piled her clothes into the basket, her tops, the hoodie he got her as a housewarming gift, her panties, her bras, all of it, some of her frilly pink panties were a little moist, it was obvious why, but he didn't say anything about it "And get some clothes on, I'm taking you out to the shops- NO EXCUSES! not having you lie around blasting music all day, if you're gonna lie around and listen to music, you might as well get some headphones" he knew that last bit would pique her attention, even though he sounded harsh, he did appreciate her contributions, the first, main and only contribution so far was the fact she covered a lot of the bills now, her gold was worth millions, but he figured he best not let her know how far she can get with millions by herself, not like she'd be allowed to, if she was left to her own devices she'd just start attacking shops to take what she wanted.

Micheal might not have understood why the extra-human races took such a shine to the porn industry, but to the extra-humans, they had a hard time understanding why all of the humans were such prudes. Their cultures had developed outside of the puritanical influences of European society, so they tended to be more open about their sexuality. Many people just considered them to be sluts, but extra-humans like Artoria just thought that the humans were repressed. Speaking of cultural norms that Artoria was still getting used to, having someone barge into her lair (which was how she'd come to think of her bedroom) and take things out in order to return them later was something she was still getting used to. The first time Michael had tried to do her laundry, she'd threatened to roast him to a crisp. She still bristled whenever he took something of hers, but she'd learned to deal with it by simply thinking of Michael as her servant. That way, he was simply one of her possessions maintaining the rest of her possessions. It wasn't precisely the healthiest way of viewing her relationship with her housemate, but it prevented her from taking her claws to his face whenever he tried to remove something from her room.

"Do we have to leave right now?" she groaned, squeezing her already closed eyes shut even tighter. "I only just got up." A tendency to hoard things wasn't the only trait dragons displayed: they were also lazy. If left to her own devices, Artoria could be found lying on her bed listening to music, lying across the couch in the living room watching TV, sunning herself on a comfortable patch of grass in the back yard or once more in her room masturbating to porn on her phone (which was the primary reason she used it in the first place, though she also had a habit of ordering rare CDs on Amazon as well). And, given the immense wealth she was sitting on top of, she had little to no motivation to go out and get a job or even interact with the outside world. This, unfortunately for her, clashed with the goal of the Exchange Program and meant that it was Michael's unfortunate duty to have to drag her outside on a daily basis in order to expose her to a culture that she quite frankly had little interest in.

That said, her wealth and ignorance of the outside world had some upsides for Michael. Because of her nature as a hoarder, she didn't know how much her money was actually worth; for all she knew, she was only about as wealthy as the average human. Additionally, since she wasn't entirely sure how much things were supposed to cost, Michael could fairly easily make up some expense to charge her for if he was so inclined to do so. While Artoria was reluctant to part with physical objects, more abstract concepts like credit or debit cards were easier for her to cope with, given that she was simply swiping the card in a machine or inputting the number on a screen. She usually kept some cash on her, but she was reluctant to part with Australian dollars. Michael had also learned that going to the music store was a good motivation to get her out of the house, seeing as it was the one place she actually enjoyed going.

Artoria's ear twitched when Michael mentioned headphones. One emerald eye opened, still lazily half-lidded as she looked up at her host. "Head-phones?" she asked, confused. "I already have a phone; why should I get more?"

He put his hands on his hips, after putting down the basket "Headphones, not a regular phone, they go on your ears and they play music, so you can listen to it as loud as you want without bothering anyone else, c'mon, we'll get some at Dick Smith, remember? that electronics place right next to Sanity the music store? we can go in there afterwards and I'll cook you an Enchilada when we get back, deal?" honestly he was already used to dealing with lazy hoarder types like her, appeal to their greed. He left her room and took her clothes back downstairs, once he was down he yelled out "And I want you wearing more than just the bare minimum this time!" he yelled, he also had to get her used to regularly wearing clothes, to her it might be all well and good to enjoy the sun and air on bare skin, but he had to get her used to human society. He piled her whites and colors into different piles along with his stuff too, he put the colored stuff in first and started the washer.

He came back out from the basement, looking up the stairs "almost ready up there?" he called out, he took his role as her host "family" very seriously, after all, the reimbursement he got from being her host is what kept the wolves from the door.

(sorry for the short post)