User blog:MockingJester/Shelter for the mute

Day 1, 8:50 pm...

My name is David. I've just been stationed aboard city of luxuries, Las Vegas. I'll be honest, this kind of place is too noisy, too flashy for me. I've always preferred the secluded houses leading to the cities or an apartment. So, a house directly on the street to the casinos isn't my first choice, but it's hard to refuse a salary augmentation when you've been working the same job for years on no end. I love my job, it's a dream come true. So, when they told me part of Las Vegas needed a certified technician, well...

Besides, they've been somewhat insistent about this, telling me to 'loosen up' around this kind of place. And I would probably, were it not for the ridiculous flashiness to the place. I'll tell you, this place is loosening up for me just fine.

Anyway, in my road to the desert's electric lines, I've been boarded by the police, asking me whether I've seen some poor drunk wandering the desert. A shame, really. The way they spoke to me about it made it sound common around here. They asked me to be on the lookout and assist if I can. Nobody wants to be lost in a vast desert, even less while they're drunk and stumbling.

So, going in my van filled to the brim with tools shaking from left to right according to the vehicle's movement, I make my way to the desert for the weekly check-up of the transformation cylinders. These little buggers have the nasty habit to overheat from time to time, being in a desert and all.

Making my way to these hanging cylinders, I quickly get to work. Half a decade of doing the same thing has a habit of making you careless, some say. So far, I've never had this problem.

A few hours pass. Once again, I made beyond the times, leaving me with quite a bit of leisure time on my hands. A time I'd usually use to go to the next step or eat lunch straight on the road. I'm surprised nobody said anything about the beauty of the stars at this hour of the night. Ohh, that's right. I forgot to mention, I work at night. Always did. The biological clock is messed up at first but, for the star-gazing and soothing wind of the night, it's always worth it.

Now, as I've said, I would have picked up on more work as to be advanced tomorrow, but, remembering the policemen about some man stranded in the middle of nowhere, I decided to forsake that for a makeshift rescue party. Makeshift because at most, all I have for first aid is a small kit containing the bare basic. I really should consider getting a bigger kit...

I trek around certain segments of the desert, making sure the lights on my van are up and running so to relocate. Seeing a tree far ahead, my thoughts ponder on whether he's just sobering up against a solid trunk and decide to look it up. What I find is not a man...

...instead, I'm welcomed to a woman. A woman bound to the tree. A tail is clearly visible, black in color. Speaking of black, sprouts of black occur on her legs and arms. Her hair is washed in the same tide. A monkey woman? Now, what did they called those? A Kakuen, I think. Weird, usually they wouldn't be anywhere near a desert. Even stranger beside the ropes keeping her still was that her rump was exposed, with a pair of pants dragged down her ankles. Luckily for me, she's wearing a black underwear. Well, that would be generous, it was more akin to a pair of panties, meaning that they'd cover less.

And as if that wasn't enough, apparently some joker decided it would be funny or obscene to write on her butt 'Free use'. Now, I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure this eluded to one thing. And I've thought monsters preferred romantic places for this kind of activity.

I approached and touched her hand. Still warm. Probably the fur. She seems to be breathing in a regular pattern. Awake? Unlikely if she's been here for a while. Well, I didn't find a man, but someone in need is still someone in need. I cut her off after going back to my van to get bolt cutters. I mean, if it cuts bolts, I'm sure petty ropes are nothing. She softy falls over to the sand, which brings me to another problem, carrying her.

She is not wearing the attire a woman would. Nope, as with most monsters, she decided to forgo the undershirt and went with a jacket just barely covering her. I've read stories about them being attracted by a simple contact from a man. I don't know her and I doubt she'd be happy to know she's linked to a stranger of a man.

Luckily, I have a transport board in which I can carry her back to the van. And from here, home...

Day 2, 9:50 am...

It's been a few hours since I've settled that Kakuen on my bed. Had to sleep on my sofa and it's really trying. Regardless, waking up in the morning after a few 'zzz', first thing I do, after brushing my teeth, is checking up on her. She's still sleeping. I've put the heaviest blanket I could find a home over her, to rid her of the coldness of that desert. Warm as she was, I wanted no chance against me. But there she is, still caught in her dreams, probably involving bananas...

Day 5, 9:00 am...

Well...it happened. Woke up a bit earlier due to excessive drinking in my last shift, my van is littered with water bottles. Only now do I see the price of working in a desert. But anyway, thought I'd check up on my sleeping guest. The moment I wandered in the room did her eyes started moving, getting ready to open up. As anyone could have guessed, she did wake up a few seconds later. Surprise literally bounces to her eyes as she does the same, running amok on my walls. Good thing I've had a broom laying around...

9:10 am...

Turns out she was easier to calm down than I've thought, of course, with the promise of bananas...and peanut butter. With her using my bed sheets as cover for her rather 'light' clothing, I've begun explaining that I've found her bound to a tree in the middle of the desert in the dead of the night just as my shift had ended. Now at this point, like most people, I would have expected her to be somewhat panicky about being tied to a tree and all. She didn't seem to care or even remember for that matter.

Well, that is what I deducted since she refuses to utter a single word. What a wonderful way to start a mystery. At least I have her name. Or I think I do. Getting a glimpse on her pair of jeans, she's called Talya. Interesting name...

Day 7, 12:00 am...

This Talya has finally stumbled out of her bed with a rumbling in her stomach. Thought I'd fashion her a banana-themed dinner. Well, breakfast first. Then dinner in a 10-minute lapse. Kinds of makes you remember monsters kind stomach a greater hunger.

Her eyes began shinning like she was looking at a pot of gold. Seriously, you'd swear this kind of thing was a rare moment for her to be in, which I find weird.

Oh well, she made it pretty obvious she appreciated it with a sudden tackling glomp. Not prep up for this kind of hug from a semi-naked monkey woman, I was just glad I was wearing an extra coat of cloth to compensate...

Day 14, 11:00 am...

I've started talking to her again. Actually, I've done that for a week ever since last time I've written this, seeing whether she could tell me something. Anything. I've had her confirm her name after giving her a feast of a breakfast. Her voice is cute. Very cute. But that's about the only thing she told me. Such a shame, I would have liked to know how she managed to end up in the desert like that. Guess I'll have to search up her belonging. This will be a complicated task seeing as she's almost always home. But I can wait for that.

11:00 pm...

Coming back from work, I quietly make way to my room and spot her woven on my bed, sleeping with her fists closed. I quietly start looking for anything I may have collected when I brought her here. From this, I found out a few things. First, she apparently now sleep naked under the sheets as I see her clothing hanging on the edge of the bed. And yes...her underwear is here as well. Splendid...

Second is a tiny number I've found in the pocket of her jacket. Reads '555-668-8484'. At this point, I dared a burst of confidence in my progress to oversee this mystery, convinced I'd had this in the bag. I walk away from the sleeping woman, wanting her sleep to remain uninterrupted and call away.

11:10pm...

The person I got on the other side of the phone was not whom I expected. Being relatively new to Las Vegas, I heard that when people go in or anything, they usually keep a phone number with someone important to call in case something happened.

Well, whoever I got on the phone was pretty damn angry. And did not sound like a sister or anything, this made certain by the fact that those monsters only ever had sisters. It' a tad complicated...anyway, the man on the other side sounded very angry and hostile, spouting something about crawling back.

I hung up, thinking it may be the fact that it was the dead of the night and thought to recall another time. And right now, I was getting sleepy...

Day 20, 9:00 am...

This Talya, despite not speaking in a vocal way seems more inclined to interact with me. Mostly by waiting on my waking from the place on which I slept. Gotta be honest, waking up to black eyes inches from my own gave quite a startle. But anyway, starting this morning, she got a case of curiosity and began following me wherever I went, watching whatever I do.

Thinking this would be an opportunity to learn from her as well, I decided to show her more intrusively how I did certain things. Often would she be trying to repeat what I did, especially on the breakfast part. Probably trying to get this banana pancakes.

Day 30, 11:50...

Today, I'm bringing her to a clothing store for her to sample new attire. As unfortunate as it is, I've tried calling the number over a dozen times in the previous days and got nothing but the same vapid threats from the man on the other side. With each attempt to relay information, all I'd get would be incomprehensive yells. Starting to think maybe she wrote down a false number or something.

But anyway, back to the attire thing. Because of that failed attempt at establishing clear communication with the man on the number, I've decided to let her stay here for an undetermined time. If she was going to stay here for a while, I might as well get her new clothes, seeing as the one she wore for the month started smelling. And frankly, I'm less comfortable with her wandering naked than she is.

12:20...

She really loved the idea of getting new things to wear, that I can figure this much. The excited look on her face upon seeing the myriad of cloth to try and sample. Though I will admit she was getting used to me around herself rather quickly.

You see, in these stores, they happen to have closets for women to try the attire they were intrigued by. Usually, they did so either alone or with another girlfriend. As you might imagine, a man present on the premise of a woman's testing booth was not something I've had in mind and neither did the nearby customers.

Trust me, it was embarrassing for me to be here, trying to move as little as possible to avoid giving the wrong ideas and look at the floor for as long as possible. Again, to avoid giving the wrong ideas. Unfortunately, this was a pretty horrid time for Talya to decide she suddenly wanted my input on anything.

Sitting in a chair far from the booths, I had told her to go take whatever she wanted, that I'd pay for it. That enthralled her, but halfway through, as I was busy trying not to look like some creep, I felt a tug on my sleeve. Well, a tug is a light word. She basically dragged me all the way to the booth despite my protest, stating this was no place for a man to be. She shook her head and carried on.

Until we were at her testing booth. She took some cloth and showered my eyes in them, before taking her fingers off of them and joining them together under her lips. Her eyes got slightly watery, her ears falling on the side, her head lowered. I don't know how I manage to understand, but by then I did. She wanted my word on possible clothes. Try as I might explaining that it was all her choice, she didn't let up, leaning a bit closer.

Well, I was already embarrassed in the sight of women who probably now thought I was some weirdo, what is five more minutes in here? Pfff, try an hour. I gave in and with a sigh, gestured her to proceed. Instantly let face lit up like a Christmas tree, burrowing under the pile of clothing she casually had tossed, probably in the whole time we were around.

With every cloth she tried, I could only narrowly nod in agreement as she was getting cuter, good thing my poker face was impeccable. Of course, being a brand store and the innumerable attire she seemed to loved and my inability to place an action other than briefly approving her choice, I cursed whatever rotten luck had besieged me, as I've watched my wallet take a dent. A gaping dent...

Day 60, 14:00 pm...

Talya was definitively taking a liking to her host. Almost every morning I would wake up with her standing before the sofa where I slept. Every time I rise up, she takes it as a moment to hug me. And when I say a hug, I mean clinging to me as her life depended on it. I could feel her body rubbing against my own, flushing the blush straight the deep of my cheeks, though I'd always dismiss it as a welcome hug, to force my cheeks back.

Then, in a twisted turn, she'd go make something on the stove, swaying her waist as obviously as possible. I still don't know if she's doing it on purpose or not.

At night, she would cautiously and eagerly wait for my return, lunging at me the moment I opened the door in her new blackened pajamas with things I usually had before me to entertain myself for an hour or two before sleeping. Though she was never around before, Talya had become a welcomed company on my eating time, snuggling up to me with the sheets.

Though I'm always the one who has to carry her to bed once she falls asleep...

Day 61, 8:00 am...

I wake up roused from the sofa by Talya who bears a cheeky smile. Never noticed this until now but her fangs are rather large. Only slightly more than the rest of her teeth but it's more than enough.

Anyway, she runs along back in my previous room upstairs, stopping at the bottom, her face turned to me as I still struggled with getting myself up. My body is up, yet my mind is still clinging to dreamlands, fashioning arguments about how soft and warm the sheets has suddenly become. Not much I could reflect on since my ears picked up impatient footsteps approaching with a singular arm tug encroaching my...arm. Yea...

Talya became frantic and dragged me along the stairs with strength I seriously didn't suspect she had. She kept this up until we were at my room, at this point she stopped and went inside, coming out with a calendar. My calendar. One of her finger in this pointing a circled out date in particular. Turns out today is the day of my first week off. Just by seeing her tail wagging I could sense she wanted something out of me.

I wasn't sure until she went by the window. Her tail's wagging accelerated. I guess she wanted outside. Thinking about it, she never really got out, did she? Guess I didn't tell her she could go out on her own, even though I didn't insinuate the opposite. She'll be set now that I've told her to do whatever with a key in hand, at least until I can get someone to get her home.

Unfortunately for me, it looks like I might have missed something. Turning down to walk down the stairs, I feel her clinging to my arm, her chest hugging it as tight as possible, sending me a pout full of puffed cheeks. I can see glimmers of red between her marroon cheeks. Between her shooting pleading stares, she glances quickly to the window in repeated intervals.

Out of the blue, I end up asking whether she wanted me to accompany her. But, halfway through that question, she frantically nods her head, shooting yet another needy stare into my eyes. Being who I am, I end up caving in even when it's not even 9 in the morning and with a fatigued disposition, pick up my stuff for the outside. Obviously, she runs out first, rather euphoric about this walk outside...

9:00 am...

Time to wash up! Talya, being the monkey that she is, thought it would be a funny idea to get me to chase her half the nearest park and, too busy laughing at my attempts at catching up to her, didn't pay attention to the puddle of mud before her and got splashed in the whole thing. Now dirty and cold, she had slowly walked to me, freezing. Kind of like when I found her in the desert. It's a good thing home wasn't too far.

Anyway, a steaming bath ready for her. All I had to do was to call her and sure enough, there she was, running on four paws, almost headbutting me along the way. Frankly, a bump on the way was preferable to a full-fledged bump on my forehead for two weeks.

I'm sure someone like her had already experienced a bath, so I tell her where the soap and shampoo are and turn around to avoid accidentally peeping on her. One step, just one step out and she's already pulling on my sleeve. Turning around, I saw her holding the soap bar and shampoo bottle. A faint smile appeared on her face. So I obliged.

Now, I can't quite explain what makes me agree to wash her up at the moment. I didn't really think about what I was agreeing with. Well, I instantly got a glimpse of that with Talya slowly undressing before me. I turn away and hear a splash. She's in the water, throwing water left and right. I slowly approach and sit on the closed toilet, watching her. She looks like she's having fun.

Eventually, her eyes glance at me. Her chin wanders to the edge of the bathtub. her ears are twitching, still full of mud. I didn't really expect the water to clean her for me, so, I shift my direction toward her and drop from the toilet, kneeling right before the tub. A cheesy smile emerges on her face from the time my soapy hands reach for her ears. Her fingers are delicately present on the edge, eyes paying close attention to my hands going for the muddy spots on her face.

Now in spite of the dirt viciously present on her face, her skin is quite soft. And warm. Her cheeks are very pleasant to caress. I could spend hours just running my palm around those warm cheekbones of hers. Well, that would be fun, but I digress.

I move my hands up, spotting a brief pout on her face from the detachment of my fingers on her face. Huh, guess she wanted it to last longer. A shame, I wanted to as well...

10:00 am...

I caved. Again...

This time, I managed a powerful two steps before she tugged on my sleeves again. Turning to wonder what she wanted, I was presented to fully naked monkey girl broadcasting her arms on both sides. Fortunately for me, soap was my best friend in this predicament, covering her most intimate parts. Unfortunately for me, however, most of the mud clinging to her body was not, at my dismaying surprise, on her fur patches. No, seems like whatever looked down upon me decided it would be funny for the most visible mud to be plastered on the more delicate body parts of my guest. Stomach, thighs, armpits...lips. Of course, it had to be here too.

With a sigh noted by Talya in her everlasting curiosity, I approach again, soap and sponge in hand. I don't even bother putting my sleeves up, purchasing as much appropriate distance between my touch and her body as possible.

Surprisingly, this more...intimate cleaning session went better than I expected. What I did not expect, however, was the lips. Having the unfortunate mindset to fully wash her (not that she would have let me off with that sticking out), I quickly put a sponge through them, unable to discern the details on them. A big reason I was not all too enthusiastic on this part was to related with how kissable they are. Seriously, between how lively they look in their maroon pigment or how inviting her tongue manages to be inside, it was a real pain washing it. Even more so when she had to part them, making them more straining on the mind.

And Talya, of course, really drove that message home. Somehow misinterpreting my message about checking them for any mud-stain, she drives them against my own. There I was, briefly embraced by a somewhat mute woman, naked in the tub, enthralled in a kiss.

I say briefly for I quickly grabbed her by the armpit, gently putting her back in the tub. Everything I heard about monsters, all of it, confirmed with this lip contact.

Need I reinforce that she went to drive home that message? Pouting at my sudden recoil, which, to many would sound more like decency, Talya steps out of the bathtub just as I struggled to put down the taste of her banana-laced breath with a towel on my hands. Turning me to her, she goes for yet another kiss, this time, slowly. Deliberate. Soft.

At the time, my mind was fighting the need to give itself to what I felt at that moment. I couldn't really take upon myself to just go and describe how it was, standing at the edge of what I could take. The only thing I could say is how addictive it could become, should I fail to guard myself...and her. A woman found in the cold desert of the night, attached in such a way for any weirdo to just have his way with her...

11:00 pm...

Didn't want to bother having any more mishaps like that happening, despite how it became a yearning. At least for an hour or so. Talya watched me put the thing on, listening to my explanation about wanting to prevent accidents. She didn't like it. She didn't like it at all. Her eyes turned watery, like a puppy pleading for a treat, except, the treat being me running around with no face wear. As I would learn, later on, it was due to my body expression being muffled, like the way she goes around speaking little. So she was reading me sign language...interesting.

Anyway, I set myself on the couch with my monkey guest shyly setting herself on my lap, a faint blush on her cheeks. She really is like a puppy...I'm no longer in the realm of complaints at this point.

After an hour or so of channel surfing, I take to my phone, over the curious eye of Talya, to once again make a call. The phone number I saw on her tag. Once again, the voice attached is angry, screaming with vapidity. Speaking about threats, speaking about tattle-tailing. Suspicions about the man's malevolent intent had surfaced to my mind since the first time I've called.

What had me to abandon this attempt to contact him further: Talya. Her ear, resting on my shoulder could easily take whims of who I called for what reason. What she heard sent her on a dreaded trembling. Quiet whimpers seep from her lips, accompanied with dreadful tears, subtle as they were. I can feel her hands recoil around her shoulder.

Obviously, they had a history together, a very sour one. Considering how brittle she became just from his voice, it was also evident she was on the receiving end. Of course...

I close my phone on his vapid speech impediment and shut it all together, just in case she'd get panicky on a returning ring. Being all attuned to my body language, Talya is all aware of my imminent sleep time. She clings to me, wrapping her hands around my neck, sobbing all the more while doing so. Goodness gracious, she's really shaken up by this, isn't she?!

Looks like I'm sleeping for two. Not that I mind, anyway...

Day 80, midnight...

I come from work, the ambient exhaustion putting less weigh on my shoulders, mostly due to my extended effort to soothe Talya down. For starters, I couldn't sleep on the couch anymore. Frightened as she was, every night, she would come to me, eyes still on the brink of spilling tears. naturally, I oblige to her comforting needs, converging on what was her temporary room, which translates to basically sleeping together.

Her touch has also been more frequent, noting it to be calm when nearby. Hugs had become the norm, to a certain point.

The last step I've taken for her, one I still a grateful for, taking her along with me. A bit reprehensive she was about that one, stationed on a van. That is, until finding the toolbox, with which and entertains herself with. To be honest, she has become a valuable asset, handing me what I need long before I ask for it.

We come back home, my guest leaping on my back as usual. Her weigh is a welcomed one, much like when she was used to waiting at the door.

Tonight seemed set to ruin our night, however, with a rather dangerous obstacle. We step in, Talya quick to run upstairs. I found out that one of her coping manners has involved stacks of bananas hidden in my wardrobe.

In the meanwhile, I prepare myself some small snack and turn on the television, awaiting her descent. I've come to appreciate her company, even while she shrivels sometimes. Everything about her, really, has become endearing to me. I don't know whether her personality, monster attribute or a mix was at the source of it. All I know is that...I'll miss her the day we have to part. Perhaps that is why I make sure to enjoy every moment in her company, considering my unorthodox work hours.

As such, the silence of the room, excluding the tv, turned worrisome for me. At worst, Tayla would take a minute to grab her stack and run down. At best, 5 seconds.

My heart skips a beat, compelling me to go see what is wrong. Her state, maybe. My breathing accelerated, anticipating something. What I saw amplified all of it.

My guest. My companion. Gurgling for air, by the hand of some guy. His words, volatile, violent. His voice, the same on the phone. The insane freak whose only awareness of the English was in slurs and swearing.

Tayla looks away from his violent might, crying and shaking. A fist flies in his face, debilitating him enough to make him let go. Her eyes burst in watery drops, running to me as he gets his composure back.

At this point, I couldn't really think. Seeing the marks on her neck had quite the effect on me. Like, violence, to begin with. Hugging her tightly, I notice the man's violent rush toward us. I push her away with enough time to grab his left hook, retorting with a right one. His guard is unprepared for, catching my fist on his cheek. Of course, that one was aimed at shoving him own the stairs, which he does in a painful manner. A direct way to separate a perpetrator from his victim.

"Ohh, so you're her boyfriend, are you?" he spits to my ears. While understanding his words, they, at the moment, flew straight in and out. Mangling him rendered me deaf to his slurs, which at that time, would probably do nothing but infuriate me more.

"Would have been much better had you simply toyed with her and left--

Another hook, under the chin, pushing him backward. His words, cut away. To away, huh? So, he the little punk going out of his way to drag her in a degrading manner on the tree. This is what he wanted. For someone to have his way with her, regardless of consent, like a piece of meat. Over and over ...

"Oh what? You fancy her for yourself, brah? Well, you best take a turn, man! I mean it!" He pulls a knife from his sleeves and wavers it around, showing me his intent. Unfortunately for him, this isn't my first time around scenarios like this. In fact, prior to getting here, I fancied myself to some self-defense.

My hand feels the weigh of a monkey wrench, with which I intercept his attempt at a stab. Once again, my arm extends to collide on his face. His attention had been on inflicting injury with his sharp tool, forgetting everything else. Just like an untrained slob.

The debilitating strike leaves him staggering for a few seconds. More than enough for me to clobber his wrist, feeding the room with a sickening crunch, followed by a tormented scream. The sound of metal falling to the wooden floor is hollowed out his pained cries. His heavy breathing follows his cupped hand.

His attempt at speaking, denied by the fracture I've 'adorned' his hand with as every word he utters is devoured by the grunts of pain cutting him midway.

His stare drives daggers at me, returned with a cold gaze. Any sympathy I might have given him had died with his murder attempt. His eyes turn to the dagger. In a foolish attempt to take hold of it, he dives for it and reaches it.

For a second...

I reiterate the lesson that moving one's hand while greatly injured is a mistake with my still booted foot. The metal tip at my boot really drives this lesson home, resulting in yet another scream of pain. One that does not last any longer, his voice cut short by a second kick, directed at his face.

Only now do I realize I've been breathing heavily. The adrenaline that coursed through me, now gone. I drop the monkey wrench as I look back upstairs. Talya had been squatting by them, fearful of the outcome. Seeing me standing over her ex-boyfriend? Partner? Were they married at one point? I doubt it...anyway, seeing me standing over his body, his light punched out to oblivion, prompted her to run downstairs.

Her tears in full throttle, her hugs me fiercely, clinging once again as if her life depended on it. Her voice, however rarely I've heard before, so melancholic. Melancholic, but relieved. I return the embrace, caressing her hair as we sink to our knees. I refuse to let her go, as she does so.

12:30 pm...

Cops! Turns out, someone heard all of that commotion. Kind of grateful for that. They called and the officers were treated to a somewhat reversed scene. This guy, whatever was his name, I forgot, tied to a chair, his broken hand laying on his lap. On the couch, a Kakuen softly whimpering on another, me.

Now, while it may have looked odd for hardened cops, they happened to see the crying monkey first. Obviously, they'd garner that, was I the violent individual, she wouldn't refuse to part from my arms so much. That, and the ski mask on his face, did I mention that? He went in a ski mask. And gloves.

And the people with which I'm familiar with. They know I have a guest, that she's a monkey. Overwhelming evidence stating that I was not the bad man in this scenario.

As a welcomed surprise, they had known of Tayla. A missing person file filed throughout the whole place. And I somehow managed to miss all of it.

...

...what the fu--

Day 150, 9:00 am...

My sleep is returned to normal, although I still struggle to move from the sheets, their welcome embrace begging me to remain here. The jackass had only managed to break a window and not much else. Easy repairs at a reasonable price. Really though, hearing his punk ass was condemned to 10 years in jail was the greatest prize for me. Especially hearing he was going to monster jail. And apparently, they don't take too kindly on men violating fellows for fun. What a treat to hear.

But anyway, the doorbell is becoming a relentless enemy, endlessly ringing through my ears. Damn bell, why didn't he smash that as well?

Ugh...I step out of bed in a rather groggy state. First thing I do, the toilet. I don't care who's on the other side, I'm still going through my immediate routine. Week, off, buddy!

Minutes pass, seeing no relent on the ringing. I concede victory the moment I step out of the toilet, gunning for it. Opening the door, I'm welcomed to Talya squeaking into my arms. Literally, the first thing she does is lunge into my arms, leaving me no time to brace. My entire body is clobbered in hugs by a woman whose again feels no need to restrict her ridiculous strength.

Anyone might think to restrain her under circumstances. They did not. Happy as I was to meet her again, I did not think this was an appropriate way to act after some nutjob made an attempt to strangling you to death. I don't care how long has passed since that happened.

By the way, the latest news I got from this freak was that he apparently sandwiched by an Arachne and an ogre. To my knowledge, they're apparently some violent species or something. They sent me letters of what they did to the guy. His little escapade on Talya sounds like nothing in comparison of what I've read.

Getting side-tracked, again. Anyway, Talya must have felt the days pass in second, considering her refusal to let go. Her two sisters, I've invited inside, hands full of their youngest sibling. They explained everything to me about this whole desert scenario. And as expected, it was all that asshole. Surprised? So cranky because he heard that monsters were supposed to be, quote in quote 'loose'. Only, he fell upon a timid one which he absolutely destroyed mentally, it's a wonder she wasn't mind broken. Insults, belittling, condescending. No wonder she speaks so little...

And yet, she still wouldn't let him jump in her pants. So, he decided to make her an attraction. What a charming fellow, indeed. A 'free to use'in the middle of a desert where no one would come, none to hear her scream. I'm honestly surprised he didn't jump the gun himself.

Guess he didn't expect some electrician to muster a sense of common decency, huh? Anyway, I share with them the latest happening on his imprisonment. Doubled down by two frankly frightening monsters who just happen to have a soft spot for timid creatures like Talya. What a treat for mister ex-boyfriend.

Following that, they told me she'd be in my care. Yea, her melancholy persisted while separated from me. Days spent dazzing by the window, hoping I'd swing by. I'm going to have to teach her about addresses...

So, long story short, she's in my care and I wouldn't have it any different. Much as weird as it was at first, her presence does wonders to this lonely home of mine. I mean, now at least, I don't have to wonder what to do when seeing Talya swinging from the second floor on a cord.

The moment these two leave, I'm greeted by a soft pair of lips for the second time, followed by her steaming breath. Instinctively, I wrap my arms around her delicate waist, fully partaking in this steamy smooch. I know she missed me much, I just didn't expect her to be so upfront about it, nor did I expect myself to be so easy going about it. Did I miss her that much? Going by how quickly our breathing synchronized, that would be a positive. Her flustered eyes only fan the fire of passion going between us. I end up spending the entire day by her side just walking places. No direct goal, nor destination. Nothing to buy, nowhere to get. Just places for some 'us' time...

Day 440, midnight...

There is it! Saving a few bucks around turned out to be a better resolution than I would have expected. Forget the piece of tech I thought about for a while, what I have here outclasses it.

Faking going to work earlier this morning, I went to a shop where they love adorning their clients with rings and what-not. With a pink angel running the store, I'm not surprised. I don't know that screams more between her heart-filled outfit, the color or the fact that every discussion with her tends to lean to the subject of marriage. Any other day, I might find this a bit obsessive. Must be a good day today then.

Normally, I'd have my band ready for noon, but she insisted to meticulously have it crafted to Talya's finger, which was complicated without her present since it's supposed to be a surprise. Her husband caved into that sentiment as well, insisting I stick around until the gem is perfected. Good thing I had some audio books around...

Coming back from 'work', I am greeted with the much-welcomed embrace of my soon-to-be-wife monkey girl. Or Kakuen, I don't get all too specific. Today also happened to be the day this nutcase of an ex-boyfriend tried strangling her to death. Fate gave me a solid in an attempt to wish this disgusting imprint off her memories with a much brighter one.

I kid you not, the moment I flipped the tiny black box, she knew where was I going with. She jumped at my neck with the highest pitch my ears could afford to endure. At the moment, I was all too happy alongside her to notice, but, I think my ears were bleeding that day. Or at least, she thought so, getting worried enough as to sit my head on her lap too, for a lack of better word, massage my ears.

I'd explain to her that an eardrum can't be simply massaged to normality, but it somehow worked. Don't ask me how she pulled that miracle, but it did. That or I was all too enthralled by her beautiful visage looking down on me...and the ring on her finger to notice the pain. All and all, it was a good day. We went for some cake at some shop.

Day 450, 10:00 am...

This is the last bits to engrave on you, my dear little diary. You're running out of space and I'm frankly wasting more of it with those words. I don't know why I write as if I talk to another sapient being. Don't worry, you'll get another friend once I get to the store.

Anyway, today was once again, the first day of my week off. My wife decided to remind me of that as she bounced on the bed, calendar in hand. She runs off to the bathroom after a small but cozy hug. I wanted to take some time to drift back to sleep. I could not. Curse my incredibly small bladder...

Now, I did not know Talya was still inside. She was usually quick to these sort of things unless I was around to wash her clean from time to time. So, opening the door, I was welcomed with the fully nude form of her, enamored chest and all, in a steamy bathroom. She was going for a bath this time, not sure why.

First thing I did was apologize, turning my eyes back to the door. A tug on my shirt told me she was curious about this behavior of mine. Hmm, I guess the fault on this one was mine. Being a newly married man meant a few changes around, notably, the right to access the bathroom at the same time as my wife.

So, making sure not to send the wrong signal, I start tending to my relief, being the toilet and teeth. And face. Unfortunately, the issues with being married to a monster girl were the increased difficulty not to stare at her splendid form. To help with that, I kept playing a rather unpleasant memory, again and again, thinking 'hey, she probably wouldn't want this sort of thing', right? Speaking about that psychopath ex-boyfriend of hers...

And nope, that ship sunk the moment she caught me sending glances at her. Once again, curiosity takes over, prompting her to rise from the tub fully naked, this time without the steam to cover her feminine bits. Come on! How am I supposed to compete against that?!

I hurry and finish brushing my teeth to promptly make my way to the door. But of course, she tugs on me, right at my incoming moment of weakness. In my less-than-commendable state, I foolishly turned to ask her what was the problem.

She didn't say anything, showing a pair of flushed cheeks, which resonated with my own. Slowly, I see her wet hand going beyond the border of my shirt for the sleeve. She trying to pull me on board!

"Wait! Hold on! I'm still--

She doesn't listen, still slowly pulling me toward her, a faint smile with on her lips and bit by bit, I end down sitting on a very filled tub of warm water. Warmer still is Talya sitting on my lap, with the water of her body soaking every inch of the pajamas I was clad into.

Slowly, she inches her lips on mine, causing I to meltdown, unable to think of anything else but the woman straddling me. Her breath is constantly laced with a sweet induced banana, telling me she went for a snack long before getting into the bathtub. Another sensation of rapture filtering through my mind; her body.Her entire body. The large breast especially, fiercely convey their silky feelings. I could have sworn I had a pajama, yet it felt as I wore nothing but an underwear. So this was why she insisted.

I did everything shy of actual mating. Fondling her voluptuous chest, caressing her butt and playing with her intimate parts, all while enchanted in a deep kiss. A session seeing the time pass with great velocity. I didn't care at this point. I wanted her, all of her. Every act I do makes her recoil back with a moan, only to strongly attach herself to me as she nears her many climaxes. I am drunk with her soft voice slagged in womanly pleasure, unable to stop. And, as expected, the inevitable occurs.

She stops, jolting back. Judging by her very reddened expression, she was aware. My...erection, standing defiantly under her womanhood, covered only by two thin layers of clothes. She looks down, a finger in her mouth. Curiosity fades from her visage. I see an innocent monkey girl no longer. No, what returns to me, the gaze of a girl just turned into a woman.

She springs her nail and slowly starts to gore not only my pants but my underwear. My flesh rod rushes a slide of water away, grappled by her mighty, yet gentle paw. At this point, I could no hold myself to the anchor of innocence to stray from this very act.

She lowers herself gradually, eyes widening as she takes realization of her dying virginity. Refusing to lose the battle against the unfamiliar notion of pain, she slams herself fully on my 'rod'. Pain briefly overtakes her, flickering my own instincts to take hold of her, a hand on circling her back, one of her thighs to further lower her deep. her innocence is scattered on the water, as bits of red rise to the surface.

Her head rests over my shoulder, giving me insight to a few quiet whimpers. Of pain. Of relief. Of joy. He couldn't take her, despite every tactic part murder. And now, he could never hope to, her deliverance to me a nascent mix of pleasure and love. She moves back to face me, eyes yearning for love and hunger for her pleasure. A few words seep from her tender lips ~Thank you and...please take care of me too~

As I understood the meaning behind those words, I wholly give myself to the delicacy of her monster body. The entire day, spent ravishing her. Every cry of pleasure fuels my lust for her body. Every whisper fills my love for her demeanor. Every thrust inside her feeds my hunger and every kiss amidst all satiates my thirst.

Every time, all is renewed, compounded by her kindred needs, strongly ignited at the darkest of the night. A part of my mind turns to her ex. I feel back for him. Never would he taste of this enthralling body. I felt back for him until remembering he had his chance. And lost it...