Monster girl dating
“What if she doesn’t like me?” Ash hooks her thumbs through the hoops on her pants and tugs her pants upwards as she stares at her form in the mirror. Nal sits on the bed, with a folded wing rested underneath her head as she stares at Ash’s back.
“Well, you look good for starters. Don’t need to worry about that. Just get yourself ready, and relax. They’re probably thinking the same thing. They’re ….what again?”
“A human. A normal human… I can’t do this. I should just cancel the date before we go any further.” The slime holding Ash together starts to droop down, giving her a bloated and stubby appearance. The button pops out from her pants, and hits the mirror before dropping to the floor. Ash hangs her arms in shame, with a look of defeat frozen on her face. All the slime on her body moves downwards, looking like melting ice cream.
“Girl, stop thinking.” Nal ruffles her feathers, and stands up from the bed, coming to Ash’s side. “You look good. It’s not like you can’t date humans. That law was passed last year. Look on the bright side.” One short-gray feathered friend stands beside a taller green-slime friend in the mirror as they both gaze at the mirror.
“You’re right. You’re always right.” Ash exhales, her shoulders shifting forward, and then she sniffs, and sucks in air. The slime lifts itself upwards. While most of the slime collects itself back to form a body, the rest falls uselessly on the floor and pools. “Sorry about this.” Ash leans over to cup the slime, but Nal stops her, pressing a wing against Ash’s chest.
“Don’t. It’s fine.” Instead, Nal lowers herself to the floor and puts her wings underneath the slime. Most of the slime rises with her wings, and she holds it up to Ash. “Here.”
Ash tucks a strand of gooey hair behind an ear and takes the slime away from Ash. “Thank you. I mean it.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Nal collects the rest of the slime as best as she can, and passes it back over to Ash. “Let’s get you something nice to wear. I don’t think those pants are going anywhere without that button.” Nal motions with one wing towards Ash’s pants, which have parted at the top. Ash blushes in response, but agrees.
“Excuse me,” Ash pushes her way through the hot and crowded walkway, forcing her way to the restaurant. The air is stuffy, making it hard to breathe. On the street is an overturned truck labelled in pop letters Lemonways. Bright yellow liquid seeps from fallen cases of the drink, soaking the road. A disgusting aroma still fills the area. People stand on the sidewalk and stare as a few floating spherical robots investigate the destruction. One beams an orange light at the middle of the fallen cases, and the beam scans the spillage. Several beings in the crowd chatter and discuss what may have occurred.
“Excuse me,” Ash calls out again, putting an arm in front of herself and slowly moving someone to the side as she tries to get through. A purple-scaled figure moves around in place as it feels itself pushed, and looks around--no, it doesn’t. As Ash glances at this person, she notices no eyes located anywhere on its head. Its jaws unhinge themselves, then hinge. It reaches forward and one claw slowly feels Ash’s shoulder nearby. Its claws slowly dig into her arm, and slime covers its hand.
“Sorry. Coming through.” The lizardman gargles as Ash moves forward again, leaving the person behind. As she leaves, she hears the man call out “Expilzi cued tec mam” which she could only assume to mean “Watch where you’re going.”
A long blue skyline stretches out in front of Ash’s eyes, filled with buildings that reach out to the clouds. Quiet pop music echoes around the elevator as it gets lifted higher and higher. While Ash can reach out and touch the glass that around her that allows her to look outside, she doesn’t, afraid that it might suddenly break if she presses against it too hard. Her legs get jiggly as vibrations get passed through her, and if she could vomit at this current time, she most certainly would. The higher up the elevator goes, the smaller the world seems, and the more deadlier the drop. She rises up above a golden taxi that drives underneath, and it zooms around the corner without any heed that it could have crashed into the elevator. Ash shakes her fist at the disappearing taxi, then sighs, glancing back out the glass. Soon, the elevator enters a small tube, and a small light in the interior of the elevator flicks on. She rises higher and higher, and then finally, it stops.
At long last, the elevator door slides open, and a gentle warm air fills the elevator. Ash turns around, and is greeted by peach-colored walls. A few paintings of the owner of the restaurant and their family hang on the walls. At the far end of the hallway stands a centipede-looking creature, with dozens of legs. It wears a waiter’s outfit, and impressively, several holes have carefully been made so that the creature could slip its legs through and be comfortable. It greets Ash with a small bow, and it takes a menu off the small desk in front of it.
“Greetings ma’am. Do you have a reservation?” Its accent comes out thick and strong, making Ash stop and run over the words the waiter told her.
“U-uh, yes… yes. I uh… I’m waiting for someone.” Ash tugs at her gray purse, pulling it towards her chest. Her eyes flick to the ground for a few seconds, then up at the creature’s large head. “I think she may already be here.”
“Let’s see.” One of the centipede’s long arms take a stylus off the desk, and clicks a small button on the side. A blue-tinted hologram appears in front of the centipede, filled with people’s portraits and notes beside each person. The centipede uses the stylus to scroll down and down until it finally lands on two portraits: one of Ash and the other of a human woman. It seems to click its tongue, and it presses the button, which makes the hologram disappear.
“Follow me, ma’am. Your table is 57K.” The centipede turns away from the small table, and skittles away towards two large doors that lead into the restaurant. It reaches forward with two legs and opens the door wide for Ash to enter. Hotter air hits Ash’s face, and flows past her into the other room. A long red carpet stretches out across the floor, and crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling. Clothed tables lie in wait, many of them already filled up as different species mingle and eat dinner. The people chatter away to their partners, and a few laugh in the distance.
The waiter leads Ash away from the noise to another room, where the sound of gentle music in the background can clearly be heard. The two walk for a little until the centipede nears her table.
A quiet melody hangs in the air. A calm woman waits at the table, wearing an orange dress that becomes layered at the bottom. Her gray belt wraps around her waist, adding to her look. Ash and the woman meet eyes, and the woman gives a slight nod in acknowledgement, smiling. The waiter brings Ash over, and she seats down across from the woman.
“May you two have a good evening. A waitress will be with you shortly.” The centipede takes its leave, and hurries away from the table.
“How are you?” The woman asks, but to Ash, it rang beautifully in her ears. The woman clasps her hands together, gazing thoughtfully into Ash’s eyes.
“You’re beautiful. You’re way out of my league.” Ash plants her hands against her cheeks, and awkwardly looks down, staring at the table as if it is on her level. The woman slowly reaches forward and places a few fingers on her arm.
“You’re beautiful too.” Ash slowly raises her eyes to meet the woman’s. The woman smiles again, and takes her hand back.
“I should be the one embarrassed. I asked you out, remember? I thought you would have said no. Even in this day and age, a lot of people don’t want to date thicker people like me. So thank you, really.” Her chubby cheeks lift in glee. “
“Don’t be nervous. We have to stay calm together.”
“You don’t mind my ….physique? I’m drooping everywhere right now.” Ash laughs nervously, and plays with her hair.
“Of course not. But let’s talk about something else. Something to take your mind off everything.”
Ash looks over at her again, hesitates, then gives a slight nod.
“I heard there’s a cafe opening up near this restaurant. Do you know anything about it?”
Ash’s eyes spark up, and she almost immediately begins to speak.
“The Sweetheart’s Delight Cafe? I know of it. The owner is setting it up so that every cup comes with a treat. I… at least think.”
“Don’t doubt yourself. Go on.” The woman slowly lowers her chin onto her hands and stares at Ash. She motions with her hands for Ash to continue. Ash hesitates, but starts speaking again.
“I really like how they’re approaching it. If they see that someone is alone, they urge that person to sit with another lonely person. It’s kinda cute. And…”
The woman slowly nods as she listens to Ash speak. The two order their drinks and food, and continue on with their conversation. Their chatter flows into the sweetness of the night.
