User blog:ExdeathsBagel/A Girl You Bough (WWYD Scenario by JeielYozama)

WWYD by JeielYozama: https://monstergirlencyclopedia.fandom.com/wiki/Thread:964780

I stared at the screen in bewilderment. Order my own Monster Girl? Are mamonos really getting that desperate? How? If the noises at night were anything to go by, I think I was the only one in this flat without any sort of companion, barring a roommate and his mamono girlfriend. God I hope the landlord finally caves in and soundproofs the walls.

Focusing back on the screen before me, I examined the webpage. I had run the website through my anti-virus, and prior to that even searched up the site online to see if this wasn’t some sketchy hard-drive nuking identity theft scam. Everything turned out green, with many reviews praising this site as a way of finding their true love. As for the mamono side of thing, supposedly it helped the lesser known or ‘less desirable’ mamono a chance at finding love. To put it simply, it was a date ordering site.

Eventually, curiosity and loneliness got the best of me, and I started to place my order. The site was incredibly well done, it even went into detail as to the mamono you selected and what to expect. Depending on the species of mamono, there was even a rating based on how often they were selected. Hellhounds, Arachnes, and Kikimoras were unsurprisingly some of the highest requested, and as such had a hefty bargain attached to them.

But I wasn’t interested in them. Sorting the list by popularity, I scrolled to the very bottom. It wasn’t done out of cost, the prices were still high anyway, yet I was lonely, and figured a ‘less ‘desired’ mamono could use some love too. Admittedly I didn’t check the details on the species, but judging from the profile pick she didn’t seem dangerous, so I was sure I could manage. I placed my order and waited.

The next day at work was uneventful, or rather would’ve been had not my roommate shot me a text claiming it was an emergency. Fortunately my shift was almost over, so I was able to leave for home without much hassle, still the drive was agonizingly tense as my mind raced with what could be wrong. I made it my flat in record time. Quickly making my way up the stairs, it sounded like many of the tenants were enjoying some afternoon delight, not that it was all that different from this morning. Goddamn cheap landlord.

Yet when I arrived home, nothing looked amiss. It was just my annoyed looking roommate Jeff, his Holstaur girlfriend Belle, and a Leanan Sidhes sitting on the table accompanied by a small box. The small fairy turned to me with a bright smile, but before I could say anything, Jeff spoke.

“So I was enjoying my day off, fucking my girlfriend’s brains out like every other day off, when we were interrupted by this loud banging on our front door.”

“I was surprised it was louder than us, or any of the other tenants for that manner.” Belle said, thankfully she seemed less annoyed by this.

Jeff continued, getting more worked up, “So I get out of bed, blue balled to hell and back, and this,” he gestures to the box, “is at our front door. And in case you forgot it’s a fucking Sunday!”

“Jeff, sweetie.” Belle sternly said to him.

“No, I’m not done. So, okay, it’s probably a package for you. I set it on the kitchen table and go back to fucking my girlfriend. Right when I’m about to hit climax is when this little-”

Belle quickly grabs Jeff and shoves him in her cleavage before turning to the Leanan Sidhes, “My apologies, he hasn’t been this upset in a while.”

The fairy shrugs, “It’s cool. I’d be pretty pissed too if someone interrupted me.” She then turns to me, “You must be the one who ordered me. My name is Kyrie, and as you can see,” she flew up and did a twirl, “I’m a Leanan Sidhe, a type of fairy.”

Kyrie then flew in close and cupped my face, “Rest assured however,” In a brief flash she was suddenly my height, “our size difference won’t be an issue.” She smirked with a blush.

Jeff released himself from Belle cleavage with a big gasp of air, but before he could speak, Belle interrupted him. “Jeff, honey, why don’t we go out somewhere nice to eat and give them some alone time?”

Jeff, who still seemed upset at the whole affair simply nodded as Belle dragged him out the door.

Once they were gone, I turned back to Kyrie, “Sorry you had to see all that. Jeff gets pissed when interrupted. Learned that the hard way when I first moved here.”

“Yeah, yikes, even after Belle gave him an amazing ride after they told me to get settled. I mean look at this!”

Before I could question her statement, she walked back to her box and quickly handed me a piece of paper. I’ve seen some impressive erotic drawings, but this really took the cake. While certainly very detailed, there was a hint of vividness that pushed it just out of the realm of looking like a photograph. It was modeled from behind, Belle was riding Jeff with such intensity that so impressively captured. Beads of sweats could be seen rolling down her back and rear, which Jeff gripped tightly as signs of cum were visible from his shaft and-wait why the fuck am I looking at a painting of my roommates having sex?!

“Pretty good, right?” Kyrie asked.

“Y-yeah but…I really don’t want to have a peek into their sex lives Kyrie.” I said, handing it back to her. “Also, you probably shouldn’t show them that.”

She chuckled, “Yeah, they weren’t happy when I interrupted them the first time to get their expressions. Man though, when they go at it it’s like there’s no one else in the world but them. Plus the noise! I had to nearly kick the door down to get their attention!”

I chuckled, “Oh yeah, I had to get some really good earplugs to sleep at night. I ought to get some for you too.”

“No worries, the sounds of passion is like music to my ears. How else can I focus on drawing such magnificent works of art. Speaking of which,” Kyrie traced a hand down my chest, “I’d really to start working with my muse, if you don’t mind.”

I blushed, “You mean…you want to have sex?” I asked hesitantly.

Kyrie burst out laughing, “Oh Tommy-mind if I call you Tommy? We don’t have to start their just yet. I just want to draw you. Clothes on clothes off, it doesn’t matter to me. Wait-no-that’s a lie. I’d love to see you nude, but if you’re not comfortable I’d be happy to start with clothes on.”

I blush deepened, “Uh…wow first off I’m flattered. Second…I do need to shower. Would you like to draw me there?”

“Oh, fuck yes!” She said happily, “You aren’t nervous?”

“Not really…truth be told my own nudity doesn’t really bother me.”

Kyrie embraced me, “You and I are going to get along great! I’m so happy I didn’t picked up by a prude! Happened to a friend of mine, the guy made her sick.”

“Did she get out of it alright?” I asked

“Oh yeah, we’re free to end relationship with you anytime, just like a normal one. What the heck am I saying, this is just a normal relationship, just odd meeting circumstances you know? But enough of that! Where’s your bathroom, I’m eager to see my bare muse! Also, I need to use it for a moment.”

I pointed her to the door between my room and Jeff and Belle’s, Kyrie took her box with her while I waited in the kitchen. After a few minutes, she poked her head out the door and motioned me to come inside. As I walked in, she sat down on the toilet, a canvas in front of her and a brush and box of painter’s tools on the sink.

“Well my muse, when ever you’re ready.” Kyrie said with a coy smile.

Deciding to have a little fun, I slowly raised my shirt, Kyrie leaning forward ever so slightly, only to quickly drop it back down, “Won’t the steam mess with the paint?”

Kyrie chuckled, “You little tease. No, it’s magic, it’ll be fine.”

“Really? Tell me how it works.” I said grinning.

Kyrie playfully rolled her eyes, “It’s magic, I don’t have to explain shit!”

We shared a laugh before I began to undress. Kyrie bit the bottom of her lip as I stood naked before her. To make matters more…interesting…the sight of a beautiful mamono enamored with me started to make get…excited.

Her eyes trailed down as she let out a low whistle, a blush spreading over her face, “This is going in the spank bank when I’m done. Now please, my dear, lather yourself up.”

I did as I was told, feeling lightheaded as I did. It was the first time in a while I had received such attention, and it felt amazing. I turned to her, noting she hadn’t even picked up her brush or even opened her toolbox. She simply sat there, licking her lips hungrily.

“Did you…did you want me to pose or something?” I asked.

Her eyes suddenly snapped into focus, “Huh, s-sorry, kind of spaced out for a minute there.” She hurriedly grabbed her brush and tools. “Uh, don’t worry about a pose. The right moment will come to me. Just be natural, like I’m not even here.”

“But I like you here.”

Kyrie giggled, “Aw! I’m flattered my dear muse, maybe we can make this a regular thing then?”

“Be happy too.” I say before continuing my shower.

The feeling of her eyes scanning every inch of me, while flattering, was still distracting, however. Even more so was the fact that she hadn’t touched her canvas yet, still steadily holding the brush and palette in her hands. After a while her stare got to me, I just started laughing, she laughed too, but then her eyes lit up.

“That’s it! Perfect! K, honey, you do your thing, I’ve got some painting to do. Also,” She got up and closed the curtains, “so I’m not too distracted.”

I don’t really know how long she painted for, but given that I felt like I was taking a while prior to her starting I did try and speed up my shower, which is why it was all the more surprising when she said she was done so soon.

I poked my head out as she turned the canvas over, it was image of me, looking at the viewer, laughing in the shower. Nudity aside, something about it felt…wholesome, fun, warm, surprisingly pleasant. Feeling that were amplified as she moved in close and kissed me.

“Thank you, my dear muse.” Kyrie said.

I was initially taken aback by her warmth, but quickly recovered “You’re welcome. How did you paint that so fast?” I asked, noticing the paint that seemed to cover parts of her arms and face.

“Magic and skill.” Kyrie smiled, “And yeah, when a Leanan Sidhes paints, we can get a little messy. I think I’ll be needing a shower too.”

I gladly took the hint, “Well I’m not done, so did you want to join me? Water’s included here you know?”

Kyrie blushed. I did too.

“Don’t you want to get feel for your muse?” I asked.

She didn’t answer, or rather, she let her actions do the talking. Hurriedly taking off her clothes, she pushed her way in, closing the curtain fully behind us.