User blog:ExdeathsBagel/New Year Girlfriend (WWYD by ChiangLu)

WWYD by ChiangLu: https://monstergirlencyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Thread:925945

Well, at least in here that blaring pop music has been silenced. I stop pounding on the door and sit on the couch facing it. That only left these hideous lights that turned this room a shade of red. I chuckled. Soundproof room, red lights, a large couch, and the subtle scent of bleach mixed with a lemon scented air freshener; wild guess as to what this room is used for. Eric and Michael better be paying for this after I paid for a round of their drinks, because odds are this is the 24/7 Jorou-gumo’s greatest attraction.

I made it my New Year’s resolution to get a girlfriend, and for whatever reason my friend’s decided to drag me here. Like I’d find a healthy, satisfying relationship in a place like this. The 24/7 Jorou-gumo was a strip club, and a very high end one from the looks of it. Not surprising considering they hired men, women and mamono to draw in the crowds, with their greatest attraction of all being the Red Rooms, a very room I was locked in. Certainly not my place however. The best I could do now was wait for someone to show up, hopefully not a mamono expecting a good time, and explain my situation.

A click suddenly breaks the silence as the door opens. For a moment the noise of the outside rushes in before the figure quickly closes the door.

“Ugh, these lights are awful. Hang on.”

“Nice we agree on something.” I say.

She messed with a few of the switches on the wall next to the door and the lights quickly changed color, filling the room with a blue light, then green, then a cycling rainbow, to red strobe lights, and finally a UV light, judging from the faint traces of purple in a room now coated in white. Guess the staff doesn’t clean as well as they’d hope. Then she finally got the regular lights, sparing our eyes from the invasive colors and giving us a good view of each other.

Befitting a mamono, her figure was almost otherworldly, which was accentuated by her blue sports bra and short shorts that all mamono employees not working the pole wore. Her left eye bore a cross shape scar, but that did very little to spoil her beauty. Unique to her species as a Werewolf, her hair and fur were not brown, but oddly enough, gold. She must be very popular amongst the regulars due to her looks alone.

And as was typical of the people working here, she carried herself with an air of confidence and assurance, one that glued me to my seat. She bends herself forward to face me, knowing full well she’s giving me an ample of her cleavage with a glint in her eyes that teasingly dares me to take a peek. Her touch is gentle. With her right paw she rubs up and down my left leg, while her left cups my chin, all the while giving me a smile. As silly as it sounds, I almost feel ashamed being in here with a simple shirt, jeans, and a jacket. This feels like some sort of high end treatment I should be wearing a suit for. Even if they split their cash, I’m surprised Eric and Michael could afford this woman for me.

I hope that doesn’t make telling her of my happenstance all the more risky, after all, this room is soundproof, and as much as the 24/7 Jorou-gumo assures, some employees don’t take no for an answer.

“You are quite a kind man, I say.” Her voice, though for whatever reason whispered, carried a measure of authority, “It’s such a waste for a man like you to die alone.”

That broke me out of her spell.

“W-what?” I say as I quickly back away on the couch, wishing I brought something to defend myself.

The werewolf leans back up, her expression confused before her eyes widen, “Wait, did I just say ‘It’s such a waste for a man like you to die alone’?” She chuckles and pinches her brow, “My bad, I meant, ‘It’d be,’ I worked on the script in my head all shift and of course I screwed it up right when it counted.” She notices I’m still backed into the couch, “Relax, I simply misspoke. I know there’s a bit of reputation with the mamono employees going around, but we’re not that bad.”

I relax, “Right, sorry.”

She smirks, “Well…if you’re really sorry, I think I know a way you can make up for it.” She then straddles me, “And hey, where are my manners? I should apologize too for misspeaking. Maybe you could find a better way to use this mouth of mine?” She asked coyly.

<p class="MsoNormal">She smirks as she undoubtedly feels the bulge in my jeans, I needed to stop this before it escalated too far.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Wait, this was all a misunderstanding.” I say.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh?” She tilts her head.

<p class="MsoNormal">“My friends locked me in here. Eric and Michael are their names. I don’t know how much they paid you, but I didn’t want this. I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“You think your friends are looking for you?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Given how drunk they were when they threw me in here, I doubt they even remembered I came with them, but maybe if I answered yes, she’d let me go without incident.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes.” I answered.

<p class="MsoNormal">She looks into my eyes for a moment and grinned, “Oh my.” With one paw she pins me to the couch and get off me, the other hand goes for my belt, “How embarrassing would it be to be caught by your friends in the act. Maybe if we hurry, we won’t have a little accident.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Wait, please.” I say as I try to take her paw away from my belt.

<p class="MsoNormal">She’s quick to grab my hands and pin them to me, leaning in close, “Relax. There’s no shame in this little kink of yours.” She whispers with a smirk.

<p class="MsoNormal">How did she- no, that’s irrelevant. “Please, I don’t want this. Just let me go and I’ll pay you.” I beg as I struggle against her.

<p class="MsoNormal">Thankfully, she stops, looking deep into my eyes once more. Then, as if like a switch, her playful expression changes to a more solemn one.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I understand. On behalf of the 24/7 Jorou-gumo, I apologize. You needn’t worry about paying me, we only accept payments after the session is done. Please, enjoy the rest of your night have a happy, safe New Year.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, this really was a misunderstanding.” I reply, feeling bad at upsetting her.

<p class="MsoNormal">She gives me a smile, “Don’t worry about it.” She says as she clicks open the door, “Besides, upon closer inspection, this place doesn’t look like it suits you.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yeah. Really wish they hadn’t dragged me here. Well, uh, thanks.” I say awkwardly as I exit the room.

<p class="MsoNormal">She simply smiles and walks off, disappearing into the bustle of the crowd and security. An Arachne passes me as I move from the Red Room, I could’ve sworn she gave me a confused look, but I had more pressing matters. Like finding my friends who forced me into that situation.

<p class="MsoNormal">Fortunately, they were both a bar, looking one too many drinks in to answer my questions, but I figured it was worth a shot. Michael was the first to turn and see me, “Holy shit Thomas, that was fast!” Despite the music being low at the bar, for whatever reason he insisted on shouting.

<p class="MsoNormal">Eric unfortunately followed suit, “Dude we just sent her for you, don’t tell me you blew your load that quick!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Why did you two lock me in a Red Room and set me up with a Werewolf?” I asked.

<p class="MsoNormal">Eric tilted her head, “Werewolf? Bro we got you an Arachne! I thought you loved Arachnes!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“There’s no need to shout that.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Her name was Racheal, who did you get?” Michael asked, sobering up a little.

<p class="MsoNormal">“A Werewolf, she had gold fur and her name was…shit I didn’t get her name. I’m sorry. Nothing happened, I told her of the situation and she let me go.” I say.

<p class="MsoNormal">Eric shrugged, “It’s cool, just sounds little mix up. You should’ve stayed though, you always look so lonely. Hey, I think that Arachne’s coming over.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Michael turns around. I felt my stomach drop as he turns pale. “Uh, I don’t think Racheal was that big,” he says softly.

<p class="MsoNormal">Before I could turn, I felt a large, black furred hand land on my shoulder, “Lonely, are you?” A voice calmly asks.

<p class="MsoNormal">I slowly turn, and am faced with the lower, thankfully (albeit barely) covered lower spider half of an Ushi-Oni. I slowly move my gaze up. The woman’s pale body complemented well with her black fur and long hair. Her left eye was covered with the typical red seal associated with them. She greeted with a smile not unlike the Werewolf’s.

<p class="MsoNormal">Eric nudged Michael, “Yo, Mikey, I think I saw your ex on one of the poles over there.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Michael rolled his eyes and followed Eric away from the bar, “Sure it’s not your sister?” I heard him say as the disappeared into the sea of people.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Ushi Oni’s eye did not leave me as she moved next me, pushing stools out of the way and sitting next to me.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Would you like something to drink?” I asked.

<p class="MsoNormal">She smiled and shook her head, “Nah, to be honest, I’m not really suited for this place, know what I mean?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yeah, my friends dragged me here too. I’d go but they’ll need a designated driver.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Can’t they just get an Uber?”

<p class="MsoNormal">I shrug, “Don’t know, they might’ve blew their most of their money on an…entertainer they meant for me.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Ushi-Oni tiled her head, “What do you mean?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, I guess to help get me out of my shell they threw me in a Red Room and hired some entertainment for me. They meant for it to be an Arachne,” I say with a blush as the Ushi-Oni chuckled, “but I got a golden furred Werewolf.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ooh.” The Ushi-Oni says as she gently takes me arm, “And not a scratch on you. Must’ve been quite skilled with your tongue to convince her to let you go.”

<p class="MsoNormal">She then leans in close, her single eye staring deep into mine, “But like you said, your friends wanted you to have an Arachne, not a Werewolf, right? Humor me, what about Arachne’s do you find so much sexier than Werewolves?”

<p class="MsoNormal">She laughs as I turn red, “Is it their confidence? Their hard and yet gentle love they have for their husbands to be? The way they ravage the love of their life?”

<p class="MsoNormal">I couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable with how deep she was staring at me, so I shifted my gaze to her covered eye. I noticed that, faintly the two ends of a scar seemed to peak out from underneath the seal.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Still,” The Ushi-Oni continues, “that’s not all that different from Werewolves, right? But…I think I know of something that gold furred one wouldn’t have the guts to do.” She then cups my crotch, “You know, while the fine is hefty, sex outside of Red Room’s is perfectly acceptable. Why don’t we ditch the privacy and-”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Excuse me, is your name Thomas?” A voice said beside me. Both the Ushi-Oni and I turned, seeing a Jorou-Gumo standing before us. “My name is Kate, I am the head manager here, and apparently there was a mix up with your entertainment?” She turns to the Ushi-Oni, “Excuse me ma’am.

<p class="MsoNormal">Surprisingly the Ushi-Oni complies and Kate gets between us. “Don’t worry, you’re friends have already paid for the session, but on behalf on the 24/7 Jorou-gumo, I’ll offer an extended session for the confusion.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t you guys accept payment only after the session?” I asked. “The Werewolf that was with me said she hadn’t received any payment?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Kate’s eyes narrowed for a brief second, “Werewolf? Could you be more specific, sir?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I didn’t get her name, but she had golden fur and was wearing the blue tank top and shorts that looked standard here. She also had a cross shaped scar over her left eye.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“We…don’t have any Werewolves with golden fur working here, not to mention that scar either. Ma’am did you-” Kate turned and looking over her shoulder, I noticed the Ushi-Oni was gone. I could faintly hear Kate swear under her breath. “Please wait here, sir.”

<p class="MsoNormal">After a few minutes, a large Red Oni security guard tapped me on the shoulder, ushering me up the stairs and into what looked to be an office. In contrast to the posters, carpet, and strobing lights on the club, the office was rather plain and professional. Eric and Michael were waiting in a seat, and the Red Oni motioned me to take a seat next to them before leaving. In front of us, sat Kate.

<p class="MsoNormal">“None of you are in trouble, don’t worry. I just want the complete story as to what happened.” After recounting the events, Kate sighed, “A fucking Doppelganger, should’ve known. My apologies to all of you. I trust you all can keep quiet about the situation?”

<p class="MsoNormal">While Michael and I nodded, he apparently completely sobered up, Eric didn’t seem all there yet. “What’s in it for us?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“A free session for all you at whatever length you wish with whatever girl you desire.” Kate answered unflinchingly.

<p class="MsoNormal">Michael punched Eric hard in the shoulder, “Just giving us our money back would be good enough.” He says.

<p class="MsoNormal">Kate tilted her head, “Very well, I’ll even pay for your drinks as a gesture of good faith.” She said as Michael and her shook on it, much to his surprise.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Mind if I ask why you’re eager to cover this up?” I ask.

<p class="MsoNormal">“It’s simply embarrassing to have our company infiltrated by a Doppelganger.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“But aren’t they able to take the form of some guy’s dream girl? Wouldn’t that be ideal for you guys?” Michael asked.

<p class="MsoNormal">“True, but Doppelgangers are lonely spirits. They find a man that suits their fancy and devote themselves to him. They aren’t fit for the swinging lifestyle the men, women and mamono are expected to have here. It’d simply be bad for business. Now, if you don’t have any more questions, you are free to leave.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I have one!” Eric said. “You said we could have a free session with whatever girl we wanted and-”

<p class="MsoNormal">“That was before we shook on-”

<p class="MsoNormal">Eric interrupted Kate, “Well I’m still feeling lose lipped!” He pouted.

<p class="MsoNormal">Eric was a bit of dick when got this drunk. I turned to Kate hesitantly, her expression was calm, but I could see a faint hint of annoyance underneath her glare at Eric.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Eric, let’s just go-”

<p class="MsoNormal">“No, it’s fine.” Kate interrupted me, “Please, Eric was it? What girl do you desire a session with?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Eric stood up, stumbling slightly, before dramatically pointing, “You!”

<p class="MsoNormal">The room went dead silent.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Eric, what the fuck you asshole.” Michael whispered through gritted teeth.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m sorry Kate, we’ll be going.” I say as Michael and I reach for Eric.

<p class="MsoNormal">Kate smirked, “Jasmine?”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Red Oni opened the door and poked her head in, “Yes boss?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Escorts these two kind gentlemen downstairs and make sure no-one interrupts me for…oh let’s say five minutes.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Michael and I quickly follow Jasmine out, “Hey, I can last longer than five, lady!” Eric said.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Make it four, Jasmine.” Kate said as Jasmine closed the door behind us.

<p class="MsoNormal">Michael and I were waiting down in the lobby agreeing to leave as soon as Eric came down to avoid causing any more trouble. Soon, Eric was being carried by Jasmine to us. Even a large man like him looked like a child in the Red Oni’s arms. He looked completely out of it. He was covered in sweat, eyes rolling underneath half-closed eyelids, and with his clothes seemingly hastily stitched together after being torn apart. His shirt was on backwards. Kate was following behind, looking only slightly ragged and much more pleased with the situation.

<p class="MsoNormal">“This is what happens when you piss off the boss. Trust me, he ain’t the first have the balls to ask her that,” Jasmine simply said. “Want me to help him to your car?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Please.” Michael said as we followed her outside to the parking lot.

<p class="MsoNormal">The chill hit us hard, and Michael and pulled out hoods up. I felt bad Eric, that hasty stitch job probably wasn’t doing him all that great.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Have a happy and safe New Year you three!” Kate happily said as she stepped outside with us. “Oh and by the way, you have a small dick, Eric!” She shouted.

<p class="MsoNormal">Eric muttered something under his breath as he was gently placed in the car and buckled by Jasmine. Michael excused himself to use the bathroom, leaving the car running to warm us up, and a minute later, was hurrying back with his hood up. It was initially a quiet ride home before Michael broke the silence.

<p class="MsoNormal">“So, sorry about all that. Eric and I just wanted to have a good time. We got wasted and, well, you know the rest.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“It’s fine. You know, I’m kind of happy that Doppelganger showed up?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“You are?” Michael asked.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yeah. I think if I just had a fling with the girl I was supposed to have I would’ve felt pretty empty about it afterwards. You know me, I’m looking for a long-term relationship, like what you and Trish have. And hey, Doppelgangers are devoted to men that catch their fancy right? Judging from how she switch between in Werewolf and an Ushi-Oni to get my attention, that must mean something. I hope we get to meet again some point.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Michael smiled, “Yeah, I hope so too,” he said as he parked in our driveway.

<p class="MsoNormal">Eric, Michael and I lived together with Trish. Eric and I were single, but Eric didn’t seem to mind, though maybe after this night he’d consider looking for a long term relationship before he really gets hurt. As Michael and I helped Eric, he fortunately came his senses just as we stepped inside and wordlessly helped himself up the stairs.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Guess he’s really out of it.” Michael said.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rushing past Eric, nearly causing him to stagger, Trish, a Shirohebi, quickly wrapping herself around Michael, who looked away, blushing.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yay, you’re home!” Trish shouted.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Quit shouting!” Eric shouted back as he slammed the door to his room behind him.

<p class="MsoNormal">Trish began to grind against Michael, “You missed the ball drop, but that’s okay! The only balls I want to see are yours,” Trish smirked as she reached Michael’s face.

<p class="MsoNormal">Michael cleared his throat, keeping his head down and motioning to me. Trish turned, seeing me, before blushing. “Oh, Thomas! Sorry, didn’t see you there.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“It’s fine.” I say.

<p class="MsoNormal">Michael, noticing the end of Trish’s tail was slowing going up one of his pant legs, cleared his throat again, “Uh, well, good night, Thomas.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yeah, good night you two.” I say as they quickly make their way up the stairs.

<p class="MsoNormal">Silence filled the house, though with Michael and Trish that obviously wouldn’t be for long. In fact, Trish’s laughter quickly echoed in the silent house. Great, now I was feeling even lonelier than when we first came to that club. I began making it to my room, the only one on the first floor. I pulled at my phone to check for any New Year’s messages, but what I found made my blood run cold.

<p class="MsoNormal">''‘Hey, did you guys go without me? What’s wrong, did Eric get sick?’''

<p class="MsoNormal">‘Wait, no.’

<p class="MsoNormal">''‘Thomas don’t leave the car and don’t let the Doppelganger drive you home. It took my form and has my memories, I don’t know how she got them.’''

<p class="MsoNormal">''‘If you’re already home, Trish will probably find out. Make sure she doesn’t claw the poor girl’s eyes out.’''

<p class="MsoNormal">''‘Oh, she left me money for an Uber. Nice.’''

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh, Thomas.” Trish’s voice echoed sweetly through the house. From his room I could hear Eric groan. “Could you be a dear and come up stairs?”

<p class="MsoNormal">I hated when Trish sounded like that, it could only mean something bad. While I was angry at the Doppelganger for taking Michael’s form, now I was more afraid for what Trish was going to do to her. I stopped just outside their door.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh don’t worry, I’m dressed. As for Michael, well, he’s not here. Someone else is.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Michael’s getting and Uber home. Apparently someone left him money for one.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh well isn’t our little intruder sweet.” Trish said. Another voiced let out a muffled yelp. “Seriously Thomas, inside. Now. Our little intruder apparently wanted to meet you.”

<p class="MsoNormal">I slowly opened the door. Trish and the Doppelganger, now in true form, were on the bed. The Doppelganger’s true form was simple. If anything, wisps of black smoke around her aside, she looked like a normal pale woman with long black hair. Said black hair was a ragged mess, and the body was drenched in sweat, though she was covered by Trish’s coils and her hands were bound by them as well. What was fully revealed however, was that cross shaped scar over her left eye. Her mouth was stuffed with a simply cloth. Despite her situation, the Doppelganger only glared at Trish with anger. If they butted heads, things were bound to get messy.

<p class="MsoNormal">Trish clasped her hands together, her hands making less of a clap and more of a sticky sound. “While I could extract the fact that this mamono took the form of my dear Michael, I couldn’t extract why she wanted to meet you. Poor girl wouldn’t reveal that fact no matter how much convincing I tried.

<p class="MsoNormal">“It’s…it’s fine Trish. If it’s me she’s after could you let her go?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Trish pondered for a moment, “Hmmm. I don’t know. I don’t appreciate her trying to take my darling’s form. She did a poor job at it too. Not enough chest hair, not the faintest trace of mint on her breath, smaller di-”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Trish.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Look, how about this? That scar was the telltale clue that this wasn’t Michael. I’ll just add a few more so she can’t trick anyone again!”

<p class="MsoNormal">The black wisps around the Doppelganger swirled, but quickly stopped.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh you poor thing, you can’t transform when you’re all out of energy, huh?” Trish teasingly asked as she licked her fingers clean of the clear fluid. “Well don’t worry, this won’t take long.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t!” I shouted at her. “Trish, Michael’s Uber will be here in a few minutes, just calm down.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Trish shrugged, “I wanted to start the New Year with a bang but nope! This shapeshifting bitch had to ruin it for me. I’m in a bad mood tonight, Thomas, so I’m not in the mood to listen to you right now.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Doppelganger squirmed her head and managed to spit out the gag, “Let me go you psychotic bitch! I just wanted Thomas!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“And you’ll get him. But for wasting my time, I’m wasting your face. Sounds like a good deal to-”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I could take your form you know? When I was peering into Michael’s memories I saw that he’s terrified of your crazy tendencies! I could be you but not a crazy asshole!”

<p class="MsoNormal">One of Trish’s eyes twitched, “Oh, but I thought you wanted Thomas.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I do, but maybe I’ll try being you for a night and giving sweet Michael a night to relax,” the Doppelganger said with a smirk. “I’d be a far better wife than you.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Trish’s expression twisted into a grin, “You know what? Maybe I was being too generous with the face cutting. I think I’ll just slice off a few fingers instead!” She reached under her bed and pulled out a blender that whirred to life. “Who wants smoothies?!”

<p class="MsoNormal">The door downstairs suddenly slammed open.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Trish I swear to God if I come up there and you’re blending that poor mamono into a goddamn smoothie I’m breaking up with you!” Michael shouted as he hurried up the stairs.

<p class="MsoNormal">Trish threw the blender against a wall, breaking it, and released the Doppelganger from her grasp and ran passed me out the more, “Darling, you know me so well! Is that why you won’t let me have a cat anymore?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Yeah not thinking about that. Also, I’m never having a smoothie from her again. Now free from Trish’s grasp, the Doppelganger got off the bed and embraced me.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You okay?” I asked.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Nothing I’m not used too.” She said quietly.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Doppelganger and I exited the room, seeing Michael wrapped in Trish’ embrace as if she was completely normal. “Uh, you okay?” He asked the Doppelganger nervously.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m fine. Not the first time I’ve been in an…unfavorable situation. It’s not going to impact me staying here.” The Doppelganger said.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Wait, staying here?” Michael asked.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Doppelganger nodded, “Though I want to discuss this with Thomas first.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Michael nodded, and let us go down the stairs to my room.

<p class="MsoNormal">“If you don’t mid me asking, why me?” I asked.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Doppelganger looked at me with a warm smile, “Because you, like me, are a lonely spirit. I was there at the club before you came along, looking for someone to be with. And while I searched other men using the same trick I met you with, you were of the few exceptions that wanted something long term and not a one night stand.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“So it was chance that you picked me?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I wouldn’t call it chance, but rather with those handful of men you held the most promise to me from what I could see of your mind. Speaking which, turn around.”

<p class="MsoNormal">I did, and only a moment later did she ask for me to turn back. Looking back, what stood before me was what only could be described as my dream Arachne.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, honey, does this form satisfy you?” She asked with a smirk.

<p class="MsoNormal">I chuckled, “In a way, but to be honest, I think I’d rather be with you for, well, you.”

<p class="MsoNormal">A whirlwind of black smoke surrounded her before she suddenly returned to her normal form, looking surprised, “Really? This? I hardly look different from a human woman. I can take any form you please, and my normal one is what you want?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I want you to be yourself. Not something to pretend to be.”

<p class="MsoNormal">She smiled, “That…sounds nice.”