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“Do you understand why it is that you’ve been moved out here?” The woman asked calmly, keeping her eyes locked on the road even as she addressed the person whom was sitting beside her. Her tone, calm - but still harboring a note of compassion - had somehow been able to perform a miracle of sorts throughout the past few weeks. She, above anyone else, had been his rock throughout this difficult time. When he had been confirmed as a ‘False-Gender’, naturally his parents had reacted fairly negatively. Most adult tended to upon finding out that their offspring had what was considered a legitimate mental disorder. That disorder being that he felt he was a man, despite the back that his anatomy was without a doubt that of a woman.

As such, the term “False-Gender” had been applied to him. Such was a phrase usually used to describe a Monster - or an animal - who did not behave according to the nature of their biological gender. This usually revolved around the changes in behavior when it came to how they sought to reproduce. Monsters with this trait would try to act as the opposite gender when it came to mating. Meaning that False-Gender males would try to seduce natural males, seeking to be impregnated so that they could produce young. Naturally, two biological males were incapable of reproducing. The same applied to situations with False-Gender females. Monsters with this trait were considered mentally unhinged, and as such, people with said trait were labeled similarly.

Of course he hated this fact. The biggest reason being that being that he, unlike the beasts that were used as a means of collecting goods, was human. There should have realistically been a different term used to describe how he felt. The phrase ‘False-Gender’ made him feel as though his feelings were, invalid, in some way. As though the label simply meant that the emotions and such that coursed through him were the result of living in some sort of deranged fantasy world. The greatest issue held was that it had been a proven fact that Monsters who were considered ‘False-Gender’ suffered of both physical and mental mutations which tended to make them act unusual. Many males with the trait naturally produced less testosterone, but higher levels of estrogen, despite the fact that their genitals were otherwise fully functional condition.

As a result of this lack of testosterone, some males would begin to produce milk, or experience heat-like symptoms come the legitimate breeding season of their Class. With False-Gender females, it was the opposite. They would produce more testosterone, but less estrogen. This results in females not going into a full heat, because their bodies rarely reach a chemical balance where they are capable of creating seeds. Again, their genitals would be fully functional and otherwise in a completely healthy state. The result of this chemical imbalance would be females not going into a noticeable heat, and as a result, not being able to breed. They wouldn’t even produce milk when newborns were put within their reach. In some cases - depending on the known behaviors of species - females would become malicious when around such offspring.

In more blunt terms, False-Gender Monsters remain almost completely unaware of the fact that they are not biologically the gender that they identify as. Meaning that they do not know or understand that their genitals are not designed for what they seek for them to do. They believe that they are mentally, and physically, the gender that they identify as. All because an issue with their brains results in them producing the right chemicals in the wrong amounts. He, on the other hand, was different. In fact, every human who was believed to have this trait, was different. He knew that he was a woman, as far as biology went. He knew that he had a vagina, and all of the other organs that were typically only found on women. He had to deal with an active menstrual cycle, and endure the same annoyances that tended to revolve around it.

He was completely fertile in terms of what it took to reproduce. He knew what his breasts were, and was positive that he would be able to produce milk should he decide to go through with breeding. There were no chemical imbalances which resulted in his body acting as though it were that of a man. As far as the charts were concerned, he was a perfectly healthy woman. As far as his body knew, he was a fertile and able bodied female. His emotions were what made him so out of place. Mental exams had proven that his mind and preferences did not match that of a woman. His charts better matched that of a homosexual male - not those of a heterosexual female. The years of examinations that he had undergone in order for doctors to reach this conclusion had been hell. Being diagnosed as a False-Gender female became an entirely new form of agony.

The way his parents behaved around him had changed so drastically in such a short amount of time. Suddenly he was no longer allowed to eat with them - and then with any friends or relatives who came over. Sometimes they would go into the kitchen to find that meals had purposely been prepped so that there would be no food leftover for him, and that soon became worse when his parents decided that he no longer had the right to make anything for himself if it meant using items that they had bought. Within a month, he had been disowned. He had left the house early the day that it had been made official, but it had all happened without his knowledge. The entire reason behind his departure revolved around going to a store where he could buy less expensive foods in bulk, so that he would be able to eat.

Upon returning with the groceries, he had come across the sight of all of his personal belongings lying strewn about on the side of the road. Various items had either been partially destroyed or damaged as a result of approaching vehicles passing buy and not bothering to shift somewhat in order to avoid a collision. Not to mention the fact that passing pedestrians had allowed their canine companions to use his clothing as their personal toilets. Of course he had been forced to leave damaged or otherwise stinky items behind, given that the state refused to transport things that were consider to be of no value - or poorly sanitized. As a result, he had been forced to abandon nearly half of his belongings. That had been particularly difficult for him, given that a number of those items had been of high emotional value to him.

Needless to say, all that followed has been extremely stressful, given what he had been forced to endure. Government officials took temporary control over all of his assets, including any power of attorney that might have been available. Meaning that any and all choices made from then, until this day, were not his. Everything that had happened had not been a result of free will. The Government, knowing that they technically had to see to it that he was properly tended to because of his ‘Mental Disorder’, put a plan into motion that was designed to get him out of their hair for as long as possible. Meaning that they set out to find him a place to live, a means of income, and a means of getting any supplies that he might need in order to thrive. Their various solutions to this particular dilemma?

They decided to make him a Monster Breeder. Now, what exactly did that mean? Well, for one, there was no longer any issue when it came to housing. A certain segment of the government had purchased the deed to a recently foreclosed breeding ranch, and after pulling a few strings, set things up so that he would be expected to pay them a certain amount of every money until he succeeded in paying them back. Essentially, he would be spending what money he managed to make - if any - buying the deed from said Government Officials so that he could own the property that he lived upon. Currently he had no idea as to how much he would be expected to pay, or whether or not he would be paying with interest. Regardless, he would be told in due time, given that he was currently on his way to his new home.

“Because my parents hate me...” Came the man’s response, albeit after a pause that had been so drawn out that he may as well have been ignoring the woman he had spoken to. From the corner of his eye, he was able to take not of the way that the female seemed to shake her head upon hearing his comment. At the same time, he managed to overhear the soft sound of her sigh as it escaped her clearly tired body. He had put the woman through some relative hell over the past few weeks. Partially because he wanted to hate her, and felt that it would hurt him less should she come to hate him over his behavior. Anything would be better than having her judge him poorly based upon what the Government decided was little more than a severe mental disorder. He simply couldn’t bring himself to come to terms with such a horrid idea.

“Pieridae... That’s not what I meant.” The woman stated in turn, slowing down somewhat as she took to steering down an unusual arch in the road.
“People with your, condition, seem to work best as Monster Breeders. There are a lot of others in this business who you can relate to. Most of them don’t even speak to people in their family, because they’ve been rejected by their own brood... Pier, I honestly think that you’ll take a liking to this job, and its community, once you’ve had some time to get into the swing of things. I’ve yet to bump into a Monster Breeder who wholeheartedly hates their work. You aught to be able to make a living for yourself as well, considering how valuable their products can be.” She continued to speak, the vehicle gradually picking up speed as they settled onto a relatively straight and evenly leveled part of the road. Pier, being unwilling to offer anything akin to a verbal response come the end of her statements, took to holding his tongue as he locked his eyes on the road. The window beside him no longer offered anything of relative interest, and he would prefer to be able to see any and all of her movement from the corner of his eye. He needed to know ahead of time if she tried to touch him, so that he could prevent her from doing so. Right now, physical contact was on the bottom of his list in terms of things he would find acceptable. Such was just an unfortunate side effect of his current mindset.

Eventually reaching the point of interest - that being the nearly lifeless ranch that had been thrust upon the disowned male - the woman parked her vehicle near the house. Pausing for a few minutes, she opted to allow the young man a chance to prepare himself for all that was to come. Only after the male proceeded to open the door and make his way out of the car, did she too, exit her ride. Such would be when she, as the government official put in charge of his care, went on to explain a variety of other things to him in detail. Starting only after leading him into the house, the female began her explanation.

“This will act as your home from now on. This is a three bedroom, two bath building. You have an attic that you’ll be free to use for storage, as well as a garage, should you succeed in earning enough to buy yourself a car... Its fully furnished. You have a bed and one dresser in every bedroom, and I’ve taken the liberty of giving you a starting supply of cleaning products, and you can find food in the cabinets. I didn’t get you anything that would spoil quickly, so, if you want milk with your cereal then you’ll need to buy some.” The woman explained as she led the far from enthusiastic man throughout the building. She gave him a chance to inspect the various aspects of his new home as this was done, so as to let him at least make an attempt at familiarizing himself with his new surroundings. In the long run, it came as no surprise to her that it took so much time for them to make it through the building. Pier had the right to be reluctant to follow after her, and she was aware enough of that truth to not pressure him into forced enthusiasm. Only after making it out of the building, did she resume her explanation.
“You’ll eventually claim full ownership of eighteen acres of land, plus the area where your house is built. Currently, you have one habitat, which takes up around one acre of the ranch space. There is unclaimed land around your property, which you can legally claim once you’ve succeeded in acquiring legitimate ownership of the land... Because you’re new to the ranching business, it was decided that you would be provided with the most basic breed of monster. I don’t know exactly what genus it belongs to, but your first beast is a member of the Feline monster class. I also know that it’s male, and that it’s name is Lycaenidae. Unfortunately, this one was bought from an auction and it already had a name. I don’t know the exact reason behind it, but I know that you can’t change a monster’s name.” The woman explained, leading the young man to the habitat in which the monster she spoke of resided. The enclosure itself was simple enough. A large barn that had been roughly designed to resemble a cats scratching post. Such was done as a clear joke about the catlike characteristics of the monsters that were typically found within such habitats. The barn itself was in the center of a grassy area, which in turn was surrounded by a short, wooden fence. A fence which clearly couldn’t force anything to stay behind it. The fence was so short, that Pier could quite literally step over it. Albeit, to do so he would have to be mindful so as to not bump his crotch against the broad top of the wooden area. Such was enough to make many sense that the fence was only present to act as a visible boundary.

Having grown rather unsure come arriving at the edge of the fence, the male became acutely aware as to what it was that he was going to be spending the rest of his life doing. He could see the barn, and it seemed to be around three stories high. Be that because it was designed to house multiple beasts or not, he didn’t exactly care. The fact was that there was some sort of a human sized, bipedal cat creature living inside of it. One that he was expected to care for, and use as a means of bringing in enough money to pay off a certain amount of his debt every month. What was he to do? Exactly how could he expect the Feline to react to his presence, and, what could he do if the beast decided to behave in a hostile manner? As if sensing that the young man was uneasy, the woman offered a soft touch to his shoulder, before smiling somewhat.

“I made sure that everything was in order before we arrived. Lycaenidae should be well fed, and in a fairly well off state. Why don’t you head inside that barn over there, and get acquainted? I’ll be right out here if you need me for anything.” The woman offered, doing what she could to gently coax the man into at least giving his new state of living a chance. Offering a nervous glance in the woman’s directly, Pier silently pondered his options. On one hand, he could refuse, and risk being attacked when he was without a means of getting help. On the other, he could get attacked now, but at least be assured that there was someone nearby who could assure that he would not go without medical aide. Eventually coming to the conclusion that the latter of those options would prove to be safer, he stepped over the fence, and began his cautious approach of the monster enclosure. He fought the urge to turn and run back to the safety of the woman’s side come every step he took in the direction of the barn.

Needless to say, he froze upon reaching the door that would allow him to make his way inside of the habitat. There was no telling exactly how long it took for him to work up the nerve to make his way inside, where he found that the space was only dimly lit. The size of the interior threw the man off, given that it seemed to be as big as his new home - only relatively empty. There were large, box-like structures here and there, but overall, there was nothing present for him to lock his eyes upon. The state of the enclosure confused him, given that he had been given a good deal of material to study upon being assigned the job title of Monster Rancher. From what he had read, most enclosures were designed to best suit the needs of the beasts housed inside. There were supposed to be a lot of additive present for the sake of keeping the monsters happy.

Yet, there was virtually nothing. He could see the corner of the feeder, which was on the second story. The ladders that led to that area were plain, and definitely couldn’t catch the eye of what were deemed to be relatively playful and explorative creatures. The toilet area of the barn was clean, thankfully, which meant that the collection unit was working properly. In a way, the area reminded him of an abandoned tool shed. Virtually empty and without purpose. He found himself overrun with a sense of pity when he thought about the fact that there was only one creature residing within this otherwise dreary and spacious environment. There was no doubt in his mind that the monster was lonely, even if only a little. This sense of empathy proved to be what it took to calm the man down somewhat, so that he could begin a legitimate search for the beast.

He did not find it out in the open. The creature was not to be found near their food, or within the general location of their toilet area. He instead, came across them inside of one of the boxes. The somewhat large cube that clearly acted as a place of seclusion so that the beast could rest, or hide. Upon finding them, he saw that they were asleep. Albeit, they quickly roused upon having his shadow cross overtop of their face. In which case, they immediately peered up at him with half-open eyes, and offered a nearly silent ‘mew?’. He was, surprised, to say the least, to immediately deem this giant cat as cute. Even so, he kept a slight distance as they offered a yawn, and proceeded to stand up. Only when they began to move did he come to a realization as to what Genus this specific Feline belonged to.

They were a Bobcatt. A type of cat monster that closely resembled a mix of human and bobcat traits. Given that he could clearly see the proof of their male gender, he took note of the face that the proper term used for this individual would be “Bobtabby”. Stiffening somewhat as the creature began to approach him, he was surprised to find that they simply began to rub up against him as if they were a legitimate house cat. This, of course, succeeded in calming him immensely. Offering what was initially a hesitant pat to the head, he went on to gently scratch the area between the monsters ears. He mentally marveled at the fact that this beast, which was nearly as tall as him, purposely bent down so as to allow him easier access to this seemingly preferred area on their head. A faint smile began to tug at Pier’s lips before long.

Even though this job had not been one he would have chosen for himself, he had come to the conclusion that he might not hate it. If all of the monsters he could come across would be as docile and affectionate as this one, then why would he not enjoy it? In a sense, he would be paying off his debt simply by attending to the basic needs of what was essentially a humanoid cat. In a way, that seemed like a better option than a lot of the other ways that he could seek to make money. Plus, there was an abundant lack of a need for kitty litter, given that this creature had a self-cleaning facility to rely upon. Sure, the job wouldn’t be perfect, and he would never be allowed to change professions. At least it seemed as though he had made a friend. One that wouldn’t judge him for being who he was.

That was better than being able to pick his own profession, when it came down to it.

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“Do you understand why it is that you’ve been moved out here?” The woman asked calmly, keeping her eyes locked on the road even as she addressed the person whom was sitting beside her. Her tone, calm - but still harboring a note of compassion - had somehow been able to perform a miracle of sorts throughout the past few weeks. She, above anyone else, had been his rock throughout this difficult time. When he had been confirmed as a ‘False-Gender’, naturally his parents had reacted fairly negatively. Most adult tended to upon finding out that their offspring had what was considered a legitimate mental disorder. That disorder being that he felt he was a man, despite the back that his anatomy was without a doubt that of a woman.

As such, the term “False-Gender” had been applied to him. Such was a phrase usually used to describe a Monster - or an animal - who did not behave according to the nature of their biological gender. This usually revolved around the changes in behavior when it came to how they sought to reproduce. Monsters with this trait would try to act as the opposite gender when it came to mating. Meaning that False-Gender males would try to seduce natural males, seeking to be impregnated so that they could produce young. Naturally, two biological males were incapable of reproducing. The same applied to situations with False-Gender females. Monsters with this trait were considered mentally unhinged, and as such, people with said trait were labeled similarly.

Of course he hated this fact. The biggest reason being that being that he, unlike the beasts that were used as a means of collecting goods, was human. There should have realistically been a different term used to describe how he felt. The phrase ‘False-Gender’ made him feel as though his feelings were, invalid, in some way. As though the label simply meant that the emotions and such that coursed through him were the result of living in some sort of deranged fantasy world. The greatest issue held was that it had been a proven fact that Monsters who were considered ‘False-Gender’ suffered of both physical and mental mutations which tended to make them act unusual. Many males with the trait naturally produced less testosterone, but higher levels of estrogen, despite the fact that their genitals were otherwise fully functional condition.

As a result of this lack of testosterone, some males would begin to produce milk, or experience heat-like symptoms come the legitimate breeding season of their Class. With False-Gender females, it was the opposite. They would produce more testosterone, but less estrogen. This results in females not going into a full heat, because their bodies rarely reach a chemical balance where they are capable of creating seeds. Again, their genitals would be fully functional and otherwise in a completely healthy state. The result of this chemical imbalance would be females not going into a noticeable heat, and as a result, not being able to breed. They wouldn’t even produce milk when newborns were put within their reach. In some cases - depending on the known behaviors of species - females would become malicious when around such offspring.

In more blunt terms, False-Gender Monsters remain almost completely unaware of the fact that they are not biologically the gender that they identify as. Meaning that they do not know or understand that their genitals are not designed for what they seek for them to do. They believe that they are mentally, and physically, the gender that they identify as. All because an issue with their brains results in them producing the right chemicals in the wrong amounts. He, on the other hand, was different. In fact, every human who was believed to have this trait, was different. He knew that he was a woman, as far as biology went. He knew that he had a vagina, and all of the other organs that were typically only found on women. He had to deal with an active menstrual cycle, and endure the same annoyances that tended to revolve around it.

He was completely fertile in terms of what it took to reproduce. He knew what his breasts were, and was positive that he would be able to produce milk should he decide to go through with breeding. There were no chemical imbalances which resulted in his body acting as though it were that of a man. As far as the charts were concerned, he was a perfectly healthy woman. As far as his body knew, he was a fertile and able bodied female. His emotions were what made him so out of place. Mental exams had proven that his mind and preferences did not match that of a woman. His charts better matched that of a homosexual male - not those of a heterosexual female. The years of examinations that he had undergone in order for doctors to reach this conclusion had been hell. Being diagnosed as a False-Gender female became an entirely new form of agony.

The way his parents behaved around him had changed so drastically in such a short amount of time. Suddenly he was no longer allowed to eat with them - and then with any friends or relatives who came over. Sometimes they would go into the kitchen to find that meals had purposely been prepped so that there would be no food leftover for him, and that soon became worse when his parents decided that he no longer had the right to make anything for himself if it meant using items that they had bought. Within a month, he had been disowned. He had left the house early the day that it had been made official, but it had all happened without his knowledge. The entire reason behind his departure revolved around going to a store where he could buy less expensive foods in bulk, so that he would be able to eat.

Upon returning with the groceries, he had come across the sight of all of his personal belongings lying strewn about on the side of the road. Various items had either been partially destroyed or damaged as a result of approaching vehicles passing buy and not bothering to shift somewhat in order to avoid a collision. Not to mention the fact that passing pedestrians had allowed their canine companions to use his clothing as their personal toilets. Of course he had been forced to leave damaged or otherwise stinky items behind, given that the state refused to transport things that were consider to be of no value - or poorly sanitized. As a result, he had been forced to abandon nearly half of his belongings. That had been particularly difficult for him, given that a number of those items had been of high emotional value to him.

Needless to say, all that followed has been extremely stressful, given what he had been forced to endure. Government officials took temporary control over all of his assets, including any power of attorney that might have been available. Meaning that any and all choices made from then, until this day, were not his. Everything that had happened had not been a result of free will. The Government, knowing that they technically had to see to it that he was properly tended to because of his ‘Mental Disorder’, put a plan into motion that was designed to get him out of their hair for as long as possible. Meaning that they set out to find him a place to live, a means of income, and a means of getting any supplies that he might need in order to thrive. Their various solutions to this particular dilemma?

They decided to make him a Monster Breeder. Now, what exactly did that mean? Well, for one, there was no longer any issue when it came to housing. A certain segment of the government had purchased the deed to a recently foreclosed breeding ranch, and after pulling a few strings, set things up so that he would be expected to pay them a certain amount of every money until he succeeded in paying them back. Essentially, he would be spending what money he managed to make - if any - buying the deed from said Government Officials so that he could own the property that he lived upon. Currently he had no idea as to how much he would be expected to pay, or whether or not he would be paying with interest. Regardless, he would be told in due time, given that he was currently on his way to his new home.

“Because my parents hate me...” Came the man’s response, albeit after a pause that had been so drawn out that he may as well have been ignoring the woman he had spoken to. From the corner of his eye, he was able to take not of the way that the female seemed to shake her head upon hearing his comment. At the same time, he managed to overhear the soft sound of her sigh as it escaped her clearly tired body. He had put the woman through some relative hell over the past few weeks. Partially because he wanted to hate her, and felt that it would hurt him less should she come to hate him over his behavior. Anything would be better than having her judge him poorly based upon what the Government decided was little more than a severe mental disorder. He simply couldn’t bring himself to come to terms with such a horrid idea.

“Pieridae... That’s not what I meant.” The woman stated in turn, slowing down somewhat as she took to steering down an unusual arch in the road.
“People with your, condition, seem to work best as Monster Breeders. There are a lot of others in this business who you can relate to. Most of them don’t even speak to people in their family, because they’ve been rejected by their own brood... Pier, I honestly think that you’ll take a liking to this job, and its community, once you’ve had some time to get into the swing of things. I’ve yet to bump into a Monster Breeder who wholeheartedly hates their work. You aught to be able to make a living for yourself as well, considering how valuable their products can be.” She continued to speak, the vehicle gradually picking up speed as they settled onto a relatively straight and evenly leveled part of the road. Pier, being unwilling to offer anything akin to a verbal response come the end of her statements, took to holding his tongue as he locked his eyes on the road. The window beside him no longer offered anything of relative interest, and he would prefer to be able to see any and all of her movement from the corner of his eye. He needed to know ahead of time if she tried to touch him, so that he could prevent her from doing so. Right now, physical contact was on the bottom of his list in terms of things he would find acceptable. Such was just an unfortunate side effect of his current mindset.

Eventually reaching the point of interest - that being the nearly lifeless ranch that had been thrust upon the disowned male - the woman parked her vehicle near the house. Pausing for a few minutes, she opted to allow the young man a chance to prepare himself for all that was to come. Only after the male proceeded to open the door and make his way out of the car, did she too, exit her ride. Such would be when she, as the government official put in charge of his care, went on to explain a variety of other things to him in detail. Starting only after leading him into the house, the female began her explanation.

“This will act as your home from now on. This is a three bedroom, two bath building. You have an attic that you’ll be free to use for storage, as well as a garage, should you succeed in earning enough to buy yourself a car... Its fully furnished. You have a bed and one dresser in every bedroom, and I’ve taken the liberty of giving you a starting supply of cleaning products, and you can find food in the cabinets. I didn’t get you anything that would spoil quickly, so, if you want milk with your cereal then you’ll need to buy some.” The woman explained as she led the far from enthusiastic man throughout the building. She gave him a chance to inspect the various aspects of his new home as this was done, so as to let him at least make an attempt at familiarizing himself with his new surroundings. In the long run, it came as no surprise to her that it took so much time for them to make it through the building. Pier had the right to be reluctant to follow after her, and she was aware enough of that truth to not pressure him into forced enthusiasm. Only after making it out of the building, did she resume her explanation.
“You’ll eventually claim full ownership of eighteen acres of land, plus the area where your house is built. Currently, you have one habitat, which takes up around one acre of the ranch space. There is unclaimed land around your property, which you can legally claim once you’ve succeeded in acquiring legitimate ownership of the land... Because you’re new to the ranching business, it was decided that you would be provided with the most basic breed of monster. I don’t know exactly what genus it belongs to, but your first beast is a member of the Feline monster class. I also know that it’s male, and that it’s name is Lycaenidae. Unfortunately, this one was bought from an auction and it already had a name. I don’t know the exact reason behind it, but I know that you can’t change a monster’s name.” The woman explained, leading the young man to the habitat in which the monster she spoke of resided. The enclosure itself was simple enough. A large barn that had been roughly designed to resemble a cats scratching post. Such was done as a clear joke about the catlike characteristics of the monsters that were typically found within such habitats. The barn itself was in the center of a grassy area, which in turn was surrounded by a short, wooden fence. A fence which clearly couldn’t force anything to stay behind it. The fence was so short, that Pier could quite literally step over it. Albeit, to do so he would have to be mindful so as to not bump his crotch against the broad top of the wooden area. Such was enough to make many sense that the fence was only present to act as a visible boundary.

Having grown rather unsure come arriving at the edge of the fence, the male became acutely aware as to what it was that he was going to be spending the rest of his life doing. He could see the barn, and it seemed to be around three stories high. Be that because it was designed to house multiple beasts or not, he didn’t exactly care. The fact was that there was some sort of a human sized, bipedal cat creature living inside of it. One that he was expected to care for, and use as a means of bringing in enough money to pay off a certain amount of his debt every month. What was he to do? Exactly how could he expect the Feline to react to his presence, and, what could he do if the beast decided to behave in a hostile manner? As if sensing that the young man was uneasy, the woman offered a soft touch to his shoulder, before smiling somewhat.

“I made sure that everything was in order before we arrived. Lycaenidae should be well fed, and in a fairly well off state. Why don’t you head inside that barn over there, and get acquainted? I’ll be right out here if you need me for anything.” The woman offered, doing what she could to gently coax the man into at least giving his new state of living a chance. Offering a nervous glance in the woman’s directly, Pier silently pondered his options. On one hand, he could refuse, and risk being attacked when he was without a means of getting help. On the other, he could get attacked now, but at least be assured that there was someone nearby who could assure that he would not go without medical aide. Eventually coming to the conclusion that the latter of those options would prove to be safer, he stepped over the fence, and began his cautious approach of the monster enclosure. He fought the urge to turn and run back to the safety of the woman’s side come every step he took in the direction of the barn.

Needless to say, he froze upon reaching the door that would allow him to make his way inside of the habitat. There was no telling exactly how long it took for him to work up the nerve to make his way inside, where he found that the space was only dimly lit. The size of the interior threw the man off, given that it seemed to be as big as his new home - only relatively empty. There were large, box-like structures here and there, but overall, there was nothing present for him to lock his eyes upon. The state of the enclosure confused him, given that he had been given a good deal of material to study upon being assigned the job title of Monster Rancher. From what he had read, most enclosures were designed to best suit the needs of the beasts housed inside. There were supposed to be a lot of additive present for the sake of keeping the monsters happy.

Yet, there was virtually nothing. He could see the corner of the feeder, which was on the second story. The ladders that led to that area were plain, and definitely couldn’t catch the eye of what were deemed to be relatively playful and explorative creatures. The toilet area of the barn was clean, thankfully, which meant that the collection unit was working properly. In a way, the area reminded him of an abandoned tool shed. Virtually empty and without purpose. He found himself overrun with a sense of pity when he thought about the fact that there was only one creature residing within this otherwise dreary and spacious environment. There was no doubt in his mind that the monster was lonely, even if only a little. This sense of empathy proved to be what it took to calm the man down somewhat, so that he could begin a legitimate search for the beast.

He did not find it out in the open. The creature was not to be found near their food, or within the general location of their toilet area. He instead, came across them inside of one of the boxes. The somewhat large cube that clearly acted as a place of seclusion so that the beast could rest, or hide. Upon finding them, he saw that they were asleep. Albeit, they quickly roused upon having his shadow cross overtop of their face. In which case, they immediately peered up at him with half-open eyes, and offered a nearly silent ‘mew?’. He was, surprised, to say the least, to immediately deem this giant cat as cute. Even so, he kept a slight distance as they offered a yawn, and proceeded to stand up. Only when they began to move did he come to a realization as to what Genus this specific Feline belonged to.

They were a Bobcatt. A type of cat monster that closely resembled a mix of human and bobcat traits. Given that he could clearly see the proof of their male gender, he took note of the face that the proper term used for this individual would be “Bobtabby”. Stiffening somewhat as the creature began to approach him, he was surprised to find that they simply began to rub up against him as if they were a legitimate house cat. This, of course, succeeded in calming him immensely. Offering what was initially a hesitant pat to the head, he went on to gently scratch the area between the monsters ears. He mentally marveled at the fact that this beast, which was nearly as tall as him, purposely bent down so as to allow him easier access to this seemingly preferred area on their head. A faint smile began to tug at Pier’s lips before long.

Even though this job had not been one he would have chosen for himself, he had come to the conclusion that he might not hate it. If all of the monsters he could come across would be as docile and affectionate as this one, then why would he not enjoy it? In a sense, he would be paying off his debt simply by attending to the basic needs of what was essentially a humanoid cat. In a way, that seemed like a better option than a lot of the other ways that he could seek to make money. Plus, there was an abundant lack of a need for kitty litter, given that this creature had a self-cleaning facility to rely upon. Sure, the job wouldn’t be perfect, and he would never be allowed to change professions. At least it seemed as though he had made a friend. One that wouldn’t judge him for being who he was.

That was better than being able to pick his own profession, when it came down to it.