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Party lights, dark nights, music that beat your feet to the rhythm — a wonderful evening, one like many, one to enjoy, one you wished would never end, maybe one that never had to end?
Wishful thinking, surely. But who cares, who cares at all? You found your peace for the time being, crowd a bit big perhaps — but nobody looked your way. You were alone in your own world, no one here to bother you, yet many people who provided some sort of company.
Good.
Between busy crowds, you moved where there was enough space for you — bumping against others here and there was usual, expected even. But this touch, it lasted. A warm feeling brushed over your left elbow, disappearing into nothingness when you pulled your hand away — some weirdo approaching you, maybe.
Not someone to pay attention to, not right now. Not when you were enjoying your evening — then you felt it once again, now your right elbow. Something fluffy, yet so warm brushed against your skin, tingling — you turned around, ready to scoff, ready to tell him off, ready to —
Ah.
You lifted your head, hands hovering in front of your chest as their appearance robbed you of any words you had lingering on your tongue.
A… monster? Here? In the masses of humans, a single monster to break the scenery?
But… how pretty. Brown fur covered every inch of her body, a smug smile begging for your attention, but your gaze dropped to the lighter color just above her white crop-top.
“Bothered?” You hitched a breath — her voice a little raspy, but soft around the edges; you raised your head a tad, shaking it soon after.
“No?” you replied.
You weren’t sure. You didn’t know. Your gaze dropped, following her right hand, fingertips hesitated until you flicked your head, then they brushed against your skin. Past your left elbow they spread, sending shivers through your arm — much warmer than your own body.
You took a step back, not to retreat, you thought; but to see how she’d react. Curiosity in her large eyes, lacking many resemblances to those of your own kind — gray irises without a pupil to be found, the flare a flowing pool, not some fixed color.
“Someone like you dance?” Ah — her other hand’s fingers nudged against your palm, urging you to hold her hand. She was trying to take hold of you, to guide you, but she didn’t just take it. You… didn’t have any reason not to give in, things might be a little awkward, considering how much taller she was.
Even without the massive antlers that emerged from fuzzy black hair — a mess, an attractive one, though. Strands darker than the gray eyeshadow she applied above her eyeliner, which much more closely matched her eyes.
You shrugged. “Someone like me meaning?”
The monster lowered herself, knees bending outward, face a few inches away from yours, you could feel her warm breath against your skin, her faint smile keeping you close. “Someone so pretty, all by yourself?”
You let out a quiet huff — usually, that was nice. But, but. You nodded this time. “Mhm, sure, if you can guide?”
But instead of a confident ‘sure’, you got a laugh. “Guide?” she mocked.
Confused yet curious, you allowed her fingers to slip between those of your right hand; she had quite a firm grip, but the fur appeared to soften it a little.
“What?” She dragged you with her, taking quick steps backward as she pushed through the masses with no concern for others. You didn’t quite get it — but followed anyway, why? You weren’t sure, maybe because you don’t get a chance to see monsters every day, maybe because she didn’t seem to care.
“You want to do some lame guided bullshit?” She snorted, not missing a beat. “I’m here to have fun! You look like fun, buckaroo; don’t disappoint me!”
So then, where was she dragging you? Not anywhere to have your own space and peace, no. Right into the masses, under the bright lights, to dance, to dance with her — her hands slipped from your body, and it was hard to restrain your laughter.
Clearly, she didn’t have anything in mind; she just… moved, flowed with the music, rocked her hips — accidentally bashing into yet another person as she ignored her surroundings, didn’t care for anyone other than to throw you the occasional glance.
And maybe that was nice. You moved on your own, settled into your own rhythm, slowed down a little whenever the moving lights caught in her fur, green, purple, ever-shifting lights, but even out of center, the fur a little brighter on her stomach.
You stepped closer and raised a hand, palm flat against her stomach. She threw you a warm smile and began a slow retreat; one you followed, one your hands followed as they reached around.
Your fingers spread through the fur — long enough that you could bury your pinky beneath if you tried. Softer than any feathers, they welcomed you.
Oh, how obvious it must have been. Your movement slowed down — never fully stopped, but she called you out only seconds after. “First time?”
Dancing? You shook your head, but she didn’t buy it, raised both eyebrows — clearly you misunderstood her.
“No, dummy!” She ran her hands from her hips, over your arms, and up to her chest. With the crop top already a little loose, you stared more than you’d like to admit. Don’t get distracted — you looked up to her, rolled your hips into her flow as her hands fell to your arms, fur engulfing your hands from both sides. “With a monster!”
Ah — a smile curved through your lips, yes. That… yes. You didn’t care, didn’t have reason to care. “Mhm, and?”
She shrugged as her fingertips traced your outer arms. She pushed back now, claimed space where you dared to step back, leaned closer when you dared to sink back; her right hand practically flowed around yours like water. She tugged your hand higher and higher when she shifted the touch.
Trimmed black nails scraped over your skin with the flatter surface, until she could grip you by the wrist, holding your hand high as her snout brushed it below her fingers.
“Hmm and? And I want to know.” She grinned wide, pressed her cheek against your arm now, drooping a little lower to look into your eyes. “Ever fucked a monster?”
You opened your eyes wide — well, she was direct! She let go of your arm immediately as you tried to pull it back, and watched you pull it up to your chest as her tongue slipped past her teeth, biting down on it.
No, no she didn’t try to be sexy with that, not that you could tell. It looked silly through that huge smile of hers, she was holding back her laughter, amused by your reaction.
Ultimately, you shook your head and dropped your hand again, putting it behind your back for a moment, not shutting off her approach with either of your arms.
She flicked her tongue towards her right cheek, then slipped it back in. “So, ever been curious?”
You let out a huff. “Sounds more like you’re offering it.”
She shrugged, stepping closer again. This time lower, she slouched a little, bent her knees, fur puffing from the torn and oversized gray jeans she wore as her hands slid over your hips, nudging you closer, urging you to move again; but wherever you moved, she followed. “I told you, here to have fun!”
You laughed — right, to have fun. You bumped your shoulder against her chest, forcing space where she wouldn’t give you any otherwise. You turned on one foot, her hands moved accordingly, one resting on your stomach, pressing your back to her stomach as she clung to your back closer now, the other firm against your thigh, clawing into your pants whenever you slowed your movement, but not much longer. She backed off to let you turn; she swung back into her own rhythm when you stepped further away, her hands gliding over your skin whenever you closed the distance again, but never to restrain your movement.
Maybe. Maybe you’re considering it. Name. You didn’t even know her name yet. Another stranger’s shoulder, another person’s back — the two of you slowly twirled through the masses, every grip on your legs a little further inward, every touch to your waist a little higher. You raised one of your hands over your head, planted against the wall behind once you had escaped the masses.
She already followed — both hands slid past your waist, pressing against the wall as she lowered her entire body. Her right knee nudged against yours. She didn’t ask for you to move as she simply forced it between your legs, weight pressing your crotch back.
“And you don’t seem to stop thinking about it!” She snickered, her snout nudging your neck, you couldn’t help but to be fascinated. Ears so large pointing outward, two black rings pierced through the outer end of the left, one through the right.
You didn’t push her off.
This didn’t feel strange, didn’t feel wrong. Her leg urged you to stand taller; to press your back against the wall, you followed without her having to tell you. But when her lips grazed your neck, you mumbled and moved your hands to her shoulders, stopping her, not pushing her off.
“… Chickening out now?” she joked. You shook your head and whispered to her:
“What’s your name?”
She stopped for a second, blinking slowly, before she suddenly recoiled. She tossed her head far enough back to look at you properly; squinted eyes, a fold through her forehead, mostly hidden by black bangs and beneath the fur. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open. “Ah fuck, right.”
You tried not to grin at her realization, but it was impossible to hold back. She rolled her eyes and bit her tongue again, smiling from cheek to cheek, trying to force it down, she failed miserably; laughed, gnawed on her tongue as her hands came off from the wall and she had to back off fully to catch herself.
Her right hand over the stomach, digging into her own waist, she rested the left one on her hip as her eyes averted your gaze for now, trailing towards the ceiling.
“Dess!” she proclaimed with quite some confidence in her voice. “Name’s Dess, the sickest person you’ll meet this month!”
Finally, her eyes found you again. They were… pretty, you wanted her to keep looking at you like that, with that confident smug smile of hers. Like she was just waiting for you to select from your dialogue files and spit them out so that she could continue.
You raised a hand, gestured for her to come closer, to lean in as she did. Your hands reached for her shoulders, pulling her further down as she rested her weight into you — her right forearm braced against the wall above, your eyes settled on her fingerless gloves, antlers scratching against the concrete as she rested her head against her arm, you glared to her lips.
Very thin, yet such a big mouth whenever she spoke.
You tilted your head, breathing against her ear, you whispered to her — name or nickname — something for her to call you by.
“Pff, cute, key bruchacho.” Not that you expected her to call you by anything resembling that at all. Seems like she’d just continue making up nicknames on the fly.
Probably wasn’t too much of a bother — it was a little silly. You let out a huff and dropped both your hands to your sides again, fingers curling as you pressed them to the wall, eagerly anticipating her to feast away.
But she didn’t. Her gaze to the right, yours followed. Not many, but two or three people looked your way, quickly averting their gaze when they noticed that you looked towards them.
You looked up to Dess again, trying to figure out what was she thinking. Maybe they had a problem with her being here? Or with a monster and a human having fun together?
“… We could ju-“ — “I’m going to beat their asses.”
?
Without any beat of humor in her voice, as bland as she delivered that, you quickly reached for her left arm as she turned to walk up to them — was she deadass?
Your hands gripped her by the forearm, but she wasn’t the only one to freeze in place when you tried to pull her back — no chance.
She was jacked — or whatever a monster’s equivalent to building muscle mass was. She looked so fluffy, but underneath the fur, you could barely squeeze her arm, finding resistance everywhere.
Still, she halted and turned to look your way, blinking like a deer caught in headlights.
“…What?” she inquired.
“… We can go somewhere else? You know… somewhere more private to ‘have fun’?” You dropped one hand to make air quotes as you said ‘fun’, just to make sure you were referring to her type of fun from earlier.
She let out a breathless cough, her eyes rolled towards the masses of people, then back to you. “… Accepting my offer, huh?
“Only if you can handle me.” You shrugged as if that was going to be a challenge. Shouldn’t have picked that challenge, probably.
Dess grabbed you by the waist, her palms pushing you against the wall and her nails digging into your skin after slipping under your top — maybe not with the intent to hurt, but it did nonetheless.
You dropped your gaze, huffing, feeling your heart skip a beat as she pressed her hips to her wrists, pressing her weight onto you.
“Hmm. Maybe, maybe not… wanna see my place?” she suggested. Are you really going to crash at someone’s place the first day you met them? Were you that desperate?
Maybe. Her voice was enticing, and not just that-
Looking up to meet with her eyes and an overconfident bastardish grin, your breathing staggered and the answer was obvious.
Yes, most definitely, you were that desperate. “Yeah… sounds good!”
God, did you say that too eagerly? She looked quite pleased with herself, flashing all her teeth with such a wide smile again, you lifted your right hand for her to grab and plug you from the wall.
And then after letting go off you, she ran. You… what.
Huh? You looked after her, wondering why she was trying to ditch you right after agreeing to take you to her place, until she shouted through the entire club, “last out’s a loser!” — wha… huh?!
“HEY!” You shouted after her to no avail. Antlers poked out from between the masses, serving as a guiding light for you to charge after. But with so many people here to party, squeezing your way through them was a challenge.
You didn’t care right now. What was wrong with her? Whatever it was, it got you smiling as you ran after her. But once past the crowds, she built distance between the two quickly: the bouncers stared, confused that someone was trying to skip past them to get outside instead of inside; so, there was no reason for them to stop her, nor you.
Shoulder to the door, she barged right through it — barely managing to find her footing as you finally found yourself out in the cold night.
Maybe not cold per se, but a little chilly.
Even more reason to be entranced by that warm smile of hers — both hands on her knees, Dess hunched over. Her breath was a little faster, warm air barely visible as it brushed past her face in the dim light of surrounding streetlights and the glowing signs of the bar you left behind.
“… You know what?” She laughed, pushing herself to stand straight for a moment, before her head dropped further and she let it dangle from her neck.
“… What?” You tilted your head, looking up to her.
“… I was first, means you’re a loser.”
You rolled your eyes, but took a step up to Dess, poking her by the collarbones. “You are gonna lose your chance to fuck me if you keep that up!”
But that only brought more joy to her face — worth a try.
“Not so sure you’d want that.”
You scoffed — no, not really, which is why you shut yourself up, which made her look quite amused. Where to? She flicked her head to the left of yours, down the next street and as she took the lead, you walked by her left side, eyes constantly switching between the asphalt ahead and her arm.
God. Yon wondered if you could pull her arm off if she were to pin you down. With all your might, maybe? Such fluffy looking arms, but you couldn’t help but wonder as you watched her up close. Monster anatomy was so weird — no muscles to contract or flex, yet they looked fit as hell.
“Hm. Whatcha staring at?” You raised your head, her smile much softer than earlier. Not surprisingly — the night was calm, no cars driving down the street right now, only a few distant voices here and there, a quiet voice singing from a nearby apartment.
You looked the other way without moving your head, shrugging. “Nothing. You work out?”
“Oh, yeah.” She raised her left arm, palm facing herself. She rolled her hand out flat, flexing her arm — ah.
Maybe you were wrong about monster anatomy. Maybe they did still have muscles to flex and train. Would it be rude to ask? You peeked towards her face; her gaze fixated on her own biceps.
She probably wouldn’t mind. Hopefully.
“… Aren’t you all magic? How do you train… magic muscles, what is it?”
She spared you a look, whereas yours quickly dropped — ah. Just… breathe. And maybe stop thinking so much about her pinning you in place. Just… just fun, just having fun.
… Which could include that.
Ah. Get over yourself.
“Uh.” She blinked a couple of times, before continuing to stare at you with a blank expression as if you had deleted her brain.
Whoops.
“I have… no idea. We can still train our bodies… but what do I know why?”
You know what.
Fair. In the same way not every human knows all about their own biology, why did you expect her to be able to answer that?
You raised your right hand, nudging her torn jeans; slowly, you moved your knuckles over the fabric until you nudged her forearm from below.
She moved her arm, a small gap between said arm and her stomach, letting you take hold of her. Pressing your fingers into the fur, you traced the firm forearm, taking a step closer to nudge your shoulder against her side, fingers split the fur as you traveled up to her biceps, resting your hand there.
What’s wrong with you?
A lot. Who cares, it tingled, it felt good.
Dess didn’t seem to mind. Her fingers curled against her own body; she bit her tongue here and there, but other than that? Not much of a reaction except for the occasional hum.
Which in turn must mean that this was okay, surely.
But after walking through the streets by Dess’ side for an eternity, she finally slipped her keys out of her right pocket and messed with them.
You looked up, unusually large door, but after looking to the building next in the row, this was the norm here.
Apartments built for larger monsters, maybe? Dess was tall for sure, but not so much so that she would need that.
But then again, you’ve seen monsters on TV before. Some of them are straight up giants.
Dess’ arm slipped free from your hands as she walked inside, you right behind, feeling your heart pounding louder.
Why now? Maybe you were embarrassed. It was odd. Being here, knowing you’re here to fuck someone you met only today. Exciting, yes, but still embarrassing.