The First Date, Part 1 of 3 (Femdom, Ushi Oni)

Peter paced the hallway, taking a deep breath. He was dressed and ready to go to work, but now he was having second thoughts.

Margot shook her little fairy head as she watched him, sending some pixie dust sprinkling in the air, like little bits of dust in sunlight. The boys here were all bundles of nerves, tightened and ready to explode. “You need to chill, Pete,” Margot said, dangling her little legs. The little fairy was setting on a desk next to Pete’s computer, a somewhat antiquated machine at this point. “You are working yourself up too much.”

Margot swallowed. Men had a hell of a time on these shitty worlds. Women tended to view them as disposable, or worse. It was so senseless. Peter was a good enough lad. He was a bit like an abused dog, kind of keeping out of sight. Margot spent her time helping men like this who had difficulty talking with girls.

“I’ve had very, very bad luck with this in the past,” Peter said, exhaling. Margot knew she had to get him relaxed.

“Yeah well, that was under the old system,” Margot said. “The new system is a lot friendlier to boys. The only time a girl says no to a boy now is if he asks something stupid, like ‘can I leave?'”

Peter grunted. “So I’ve heard,” he said. “But I have terrible luck. I can’t talk to girls at all.” His face softened, and he smiled. “And this girl is gorgeous. She’s perfect.”

“You like her, huh?” Margot said, smiling. She loved love, and it reminded her of her own wedding. Her Beau Horus was back at home right now, no doubt nursing a bottle of booze and his bitterness toward his Dad. She smiled as she thought of Horus, her intense, muscular lover who endlessly raved about Chaos.

“She’s…amazing,” Peter said, breaking the fairy free of her thoughts of her dreamy husband. “She’s some kind of noblewoman. She rides an insect mount past the shop, and when she passes everyone, they clear aside for her. She has to be somebody really high up the chain. And that’s the problem; she’s way too important for somebody like me.”

“Now don’t say that! That’s what I’m here for,” Margot said. “Mamono policy is to make sure a boy never gets shot down if he asks for a date. So I’ll guide you right through it, let you know ahead of time if she’s interested.”

“You can tell?” Peter asked.

Margot nodded. “Sure! We got that stuff all figured out. I can tell just by looking at her. There are 287 simple signs that a woman has interest. You subtract from that the 439 possible signs that she doesn’t, and it lets you gauge her interest level, then divide by pi. If she’s interested, I’ll give you the green light, and you can talk to her. Simple as that!”

Peter paled. “I-I won’t know what to say,” he stammered.

“I can help there,” Margot said. “I’ll just be in your collar, and I can whisper things if you get tongue-tied.”

Peter sighed. “Seems like I’m not really doing it, then, am I?”

“Of course you are. You just need a little bit of help getting started,” Margot said. “I’ve helped a lot of little birds in their first flight, Pete. It’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Well, something must be wrong with me,” Peter said. “Most of the guys I know already got hitched. Why do I have to do all this?”

Margot could tell by looking at him that would be a bad idea. Sure, they could just toss guys like this to the nearest Orc to get raped nearly to death, but it wasn’t always that simple. This boy needed to ask a girl out on a date, and get a yes, and have a courtship. That was important to heal him. Boys were like dogs: happy ones responded well to roughhousing, but abused ones would shut down. Just about any mamono could tell that giving Peter some surprise sex was likely to be traumatizing for him, and no mamono would want that. He needed to at least be coaxed first, before he was raped. He needed a win.

“It’s good for you,” Margot said. “You have had some bad times in the past, yes?

“I’ve had some bad experiences,” Peter said. “You know how they say, ‘the worst thing that can happen is she says no?'”

“What happened? Did a girl laugh at you?”

“No…I just said hello, and she looked insulted, and threw a drink in my face,” Peter replied. “But it was one of those drinks that they light on fire when they serve it. As my eyes watered from the pain, my buddies started laughing in my face, and said I was crying like a pussy. My buddy Deeque delivered a haymaker to my nutsack that brought me to my knees. When my eyes uncrossed, I was on the floor dry heaving. The video of the whole thing went viral. And I consider that one of my better attempts.”

“Oh, that’s awful!” Margot exclaimed.

Peter frowned. “I mean, I’m not sure what I was thinking. You really can’t just go up to women like that. It was dumb, and I was dumb to try it. It’s better to keep all that stuff to yourself, because the world will just laugh at you, or get mad at you.”

“Maybe the old world did, but this is not that world,” Margot said fiercely. “Mamono are way, way too horny to ever throw a flaming drink in a guy’s face.”

“So I’ve heard, but I’m pretty damned ugly. Can’t do anything about your bone structure.”

“The bone structure in your face is fine.”

Peter laughed as if Margot was joking. “Nah, all men are ugly. That can’t be helped.”

“It’s normal for men to think so, but I think you are attractive enough,” Margot replied. “And this girl will think it, too.”

She was kind of going out on a limb with that, as she had no idea who this girl was. She guessed by his description that this was a dark elf. They had spiders that they liked to ride. This posed a few problems, since while such girls were certainly loving, their regal and aloof nature was not a good match for a boy like Peter. His ideal would be someone cuddly, like a Yeti, or smart, like a Gremlin. But once a boy had a girl in his eye, she was in his heart, and it was impossible to get him to look elsewhere until that was dealt with.

“Well, let’s go to your office,” Margot said. “You say she walks past the workshop every day?”

Peter nodded. “At noon. She rides her spider down the road, like on a patrol, then rides back by the shop about fifteen minutes later.”

Margot frowned. That was odd, but then Dark Elves were weird, so who knows what she was up to. “Well let’s get going,” she said. “I’ll stay with you today, and observe everything. So don’t you worry, understand?”

Peter took a deep breath, then smiled. “I do appreciate your help,” he said. He grabbed his car keys off the table. “Alright, let’s do this.”

It was a short drive from Peter’s apartment to the office where he worked, at a small automation company in a office park. It was at the far end of the building from the road, with a few cars already out front as the sun was rising just above the horizon. The air was clean, and smelled of dew. It was a fairy’s favorite time of day, that moment of golden light low in the sky when everyone was just waking up.

They got out of the car and approached the glass doors to the office, walking towards the “Jigworks, Inc” sign on the front.

“My boss, Mister Tophat, is a really good guy,” Peter said as Margot landed on his shoulder. “I look at him as something of a father figure, since my own father got caught up in that Anal Vore fetish cult.”

“Wait, your father-” Margot asked, wide-eyed, as Peter opened the glass door and strode past a fake plant into the open office architecture.

“Ah, Peter! Welcome to the shop!” Peter’s boss, Mister Tophat, announced in a cheerfully high voice. He was a short man, who dressed like a gentleman from the late nineteenth century, complete with a monocle and a titulat tophat. He adjusted his monocle and squinted as he saw Margot on the young man’s shoulder. “And who is this? You understand, madam, that this is a place of business? We cannot have visitors here for any longer than a comprehensive tour and the handing out of a lolipop.”

“She’s alright, Mister Tophat,” Peter replied. “She’s here to help me, um…”

“I’m a relationship facilitator,” Margot answered, making a mental note to try to score one of those lollipops. She fluttered her wings, and rose off Peter’s shoulder into the air. Mister Tophat’s eyes followed her with a look of wonder. “I’m here to help Peter make a romantic connection, and meet his mysterious crush.”

Peter reddened, and Mister Tophat smiled, and clasped his hands. “Ohhh, that’s nice! I am so fond of Peter after all, I look at him as a kind of son. And it will be so good for him to be married, and have a family. Family is important. You know, Pete, when I was trying to find a wife, I went to a disco in a leisure suit and did a little PEANUT JIG,” Mister Tophat said. He smiled, and rubbed his hands. “Yes, yes, what you need, Peter, is a-a PEANUT JIG of your own, yes, yes, a PEANUT JIG of your own.” He gesticulated wildly, thrusting out his hands into Margot’s face every time he said the words PEANUT JIG.

Peter looked to Margot. “Would that work?” He asked, already practicing the same hand thrusts as Mister Tophat.

Margot flittered her wings and rested on Peter’s arm, tapping it gently. “Let’s take a look at the girl first, before the PEANUT JIG,” Margot said diplomatically.

“She should be here around noon,” Peter said. He looked to Mister Tophat. “Is it okay if she waits here?”

“Certainly! I wouldn’t dream of standing in the way of true love, not me,” Mister Tophat replied enthusiastically

“And do you want me to keep working on that mecha-suit for that Pingas fellow?”

“Yes, yes…” Mister Tophat said, looking to Margot, “we make mecha-suits here. The finest and best, and no one has discovered that I fill them with TOXIC PESTICIDES…”

“You do?” Margot asked.

“Drat!” Mister Tophat exclaimed, his eyes widening as his tophat hopped an inch off his head for a moment. He immediately went into his PEANUT JIG, and Margot smiled, forgetting all about what he said. What a nice man.

The shop was located in the back, a giant concrete area full of half-assembled mecha suits. Several men were already there, and the pneumatic noises of air drills and the whirr of compressors filled the air. Margot could smell the oil and faint whiff of burned electronics.

They walked over to a nine foot metal colossus, a mass of wires and servos, and Peter began his work. Margot had to admire him, watching him dive into the confusing mass and wire and click things together, or to ratchet, screw, and even in one case hammer pieces into place.

“It’s amazing what you do,” Margot said. “All that Gremlin type stuff. It’s so big brained.”

Peter laughed. “It’s just monkey work. I’m following instructions, nothing more.”

“Your modesty makes you undervalue yourself,” Margot said. “We need to work on that.”

There were loading bays on the far wall, and the men worked with them open, letting in the air of early summer along with rays of dawn. Margot settled in on a computer desk, looking out the window at the thoroughfare. There was a street beyond the parking lot, with cars and traffic zooming by, and occassional foot traffic on the sidewalk.

Margot settled in, and watched. As a lover of people, she could often just enjoy watching them go about their business. Horus was just the same way. Well, kind of. Horus had strong opinions on people, and on what and where they should be. He’d say all kinds of things, and she’d just smile and then pat his head.

The hours went by, and soon the sun was high in the sky. The breeze from the outside became warm, and the

“There she is!” Peter exclaimed, pointing out the window as he wiped the sweat from his brow with his arm.

Margot squinted. She looked for someone regal, but saw no one. Then she saw a spider leg, a big one, venture out from behind a wooden fence. She rubbed her eyes, then looked back at Peter.

“Peter, that’s an Ushi Oni,” she said, watching out of the corner of her eye as the hulking rape monster glided along the sidewalk.

“What’s that?” Peter asked, his eyes full of despair. “Is she too highborne and regal for me?”

“Um..not exactly,.” Margot looked back at the Spider Cow woman. She was topless, her tits smeared in swirls of red paint, clashing with her light blue skin. She wore a matching red bandana over her eye, runed strongly to prevent her from acts of lewd violence. She was unattached, and moreover, apt to be one of the single most aggressive monster women that Margot had ever seen. There were rules about when the Big Gals could start their Hunt, and it was currently set for a few months out, and the Ushi Oni looked none to happy about that. She was clearly walking to the liquor store down the street, Margot guessed.

Of course, if a boy wanted to put his head in the jaws of a lion – or walk into a spider cow’s web, as it were – that was up to him. But this was a bit like pouring an ocean into a thimble. Done wrongly, the boy was apt to die of a heart attack from fright. Margot would have to manage this interaction very carefully.

Margot took a deep breath, flittering her wings and rubbing her face.

“Alright,” she said after a moment to think out a strategy. She flew over, and landed on Peter’s collar. “Let’s go talk to her.”

5 thoughts on “The First Date, Part 1 of 3 (Femdom, Ushi Oni)

  1. I’m gonna be very honest. I love the story so far, the premise is great. I love all your stories. The one thing that almost made me quit this one is a few paragraphs of the intro with the commentary on the shitty worlds and such. Particularly the lines about how in a new system girls cannot say no to a guy. Maybe I’m misreading something, but it feels gross. Please don’t take it in a bad way, my criticism is in good faith as I’m a fan of your stories. I just don’t want people to quit early and not give this good story a chance. This reads to me though like some sort of nightmarish incel takeover where girls are not allowed to say no to a guy. And I’m saying this as a 25 yo virgin who’s never dated or approached a girl, I can understand the struggle on some level. But people, guys and girls alike, dont choose who to like. Just like it’s not Peter’s fault he fell in love with Ushi Oni, it’s not a girl’s fault she didn’t like you. If she acted like a bitch, she wasn’t even worth your time in the first place, just move on. There are plenty of good people in this world, not everyone is horrible.

    I’m all for fantasies in which monster girls are like guys regardless of appearance (or better, they see beauty differently, think Ishuzoku elves), but the idea of a system where a girl can get into trouble for not liking a guy is messed up. And no, it’s not her responsibility to give it a try if she doesn’t want to and has other things to do, which we all do. His “buddies” is a whole separate story. Wtf is he doing hanging out with these people, let alone calling them buddies, geez? All of it felt messed up to a point where I had a sour feeling reading the beginning of the story which made it hard to focus on the whole monster girl aspect. Anyway, that’s just my two cents. I hope you will understand that I dont mean to shit over it or anything, it really is great otherwise, especially love the part where he thought she was riding a spider, it’s hilarious.

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    1. My intention wasn’t really to imply that mamono are not allowed to say no, but that they don’t because they are so horny that if a guy is interested in them, they are going to have him.

      In general in my universes courtship and relationships are greatly simplified. In most of my stories no one is ever forced into a relationship they don’t want, because Fate and Destiny are real and don’t allow those kinds of things. I personally find forcing women to like men to be totally unappealing – what I find most attractive about monstergirls is their unrestrained desire for a man.

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