Your history teacher is staring at you. (Modern alternate history.)

As your eyes slowly come into focus, you find yourself in a college lecture room, surrounded by the baleful glares of your peers, and an oppressive presence looming over you. Not a hot naked monster girl in sight, heck not even an average looking clothed one.

Of course, it was a flipping dream! It had to have been! You had fallen asleep in class again and ...

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Oh crud.

A gentle cough grabs your attention. You gaze up in its directions, and quickly realize your blue balls were the least of your concerns. Looming over you stands the wrathful history god, Professor Ludwig van Herringer, his steely blue eyes glaring down at you with icy intensity of phosphorous flames.

"Well, good morning, Miller. Did you have a nice nap? Do you feel well rested now?" His voice was calm, gentle, like a sweet and doting grandfather. You wisely kept your mouth shut. Professor Herringer was his safest when he was yelling and shouting, the magma of his fiery tongue escaping safely out into the air without much fuss. Even when he looked calm, his rage was eternally burning down deep within in his shriveled 80 year old body. There it would well up and fester until the pressure made the man explode out in a flow of profanity and wrath, leaving many a traumatized husk of a student in its wake.

"I'm incredibly sorry for taking up some of your sleeping time, Miller, and I don't mean to impose on you, but I'm teaching a class right now, and I'd like it if you could answer a little question for me. I mean, if it's no trouble."

You dumbly nod and mumble out a "It's no trouble sir."

"Oh good. I'm glad to hear it." He walked back to the front of the room, in front of the SmartBoard, and pointed at the bullet-point currently on screen.

"Now, Miller, I would be highly appreciative if you could explain, in your own words, the lasting impact of humanity's victory at the battle of the Ebberian Fields?"

Oh good, something you actually knew. You stood up from your chair, in hopes of somehow seeming more awake and distinguished then you actually were, and cleared your throat.

"After humanity's victory against Queen Morastia's forces, it cemented human dominance over the earth, and ended the 400 year conflict between man and monster girl kind."

"After their defeat and the execution of Morastia, the tribes of monster girls quickly became divided, and were subsequently subdued by the united human forces. In the coming months after the battle of the Ebberian Fields, all monster girl territory was absorbed into the United Confederacy of Human States, and the monster girls themselves were subsequently enslaved as punishment for their crimes prior to and during the war, and were given new roles in human society based on their use-fullness. Many Bestials, such as cat-girls and holstaurs became a mix pets slash indentured servants and livestock. The Brutish, such as Orcs, Trolls and Ogresses had their incredible strength put to use by the military, construction companies, private security, and are increasingly being used by insurgent military groups and organized crime.

"Other monster girls, such the Vampires, Demons and Succubi were hunted to near extinction by the Templar Knights and later by the Humanitarian Defensive Guard on account of their magical talents and perceived lack of use to human interests. As of today, nearly all of the estimated 30 survivors of each species are secured in government or Templar laboratories for research."

"Due to the influx of resources and labor and territory, as well as the complete and total subjugation of our only competitors on the Earth, mankind entered into the Golden Era."

You lick your dry lips and swallow. You were confidant you had answered enough to placate Professor Herringer, but knowing your luck, you would have gotten a something wrong and Professor Herringer would rip into you, humiliating you in front of the whole class. Again.

However, Lady Luck smiled on you today. Professor Herringer nodded, and returned to his desk. "Acceptable, Miller. Acceptable." He looked at the clock on the wall. "11:30. Time to go students. Now, remember to read Chapters 5 through 7 by next week, and your papers on the Hebbian Conflict are due in three weeks. No late work will be permitted."

Thank the Divine Will. You were free! Herringer hadn't murdered you, and classes were over for the day. It was almost too good to be...

Professor Herringer's voice cut through the ruckus of moving, chattery students. "Oh, Miller, I'd like you to stay for a while. I'd like to speak with you."