Monster Musume Host Quest: Your Life with Monstergirls
- Thread starter Kaelor
- Start date
- Location
- scrabbling
[X] Tell part of the truth: admit that you're asexual but don't let them ask you any questions. You aren't a Q&A board, if they want to know more they can look it up themselves.
It's kind of a bother to explain everything.
It's kind of a bother to explain everything.
[X] Tell the full truth. Trying to clear up the inevitable misunderstandings will be a pain, but they deserve to know. Who knows how Honey might react though...
There's really no point lying and we might as well get it out in the open since we did kind of bring it up.
There's really no point lying and we might as well get it out in the open since we did kind of bring it up.
Omegahugger
Inattentive Idiot
[X] Tell the full truth. Trying to clear up the inevitable misunderstandings will be a pain, but they deserve to know. Who knows how Honey might react though...
Time to confuse the hell out of Honey.
Time to confuse the hell out of Honey.
ChildishChimera
A umbran summon
- Location
- New York
[X] Tell the full truth. Trying to clear up the inevitable misunderstandings will be a pain, but they deserve to know. Who knows how Honey might react though...
- Location
- England
[X] Tell the full truth. Trying to clear up the inevitable misunderstandings will be a pain, but they deserve to know. Who knows how Honey might react though...
Lying will cause problems down the line, talking directly will help clear up any misconceptions or confusion. Honey needs to learn sex isn't always a option, so this might be a good way to introduce that to her as well.
Lying will cause problems down the line, talking directly will help clear up any misconceptions or confusion. Honey needs to learn sex isn't always a option, so this might be a good way to introduce that to her as well.
- Pronouns
- she/her
[X] Deflect.
Why dump this on them now?
Why dump this on them now?
- Location
- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
[X] Deflect.
They're all tired and cranky. Let's give them some time to settle in, before doing detailed discussions of life stories.
They're all tired and cranky. Let's give them some time to settle in, before doing detailed discussions of life stories.
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[X] Deflect.
Switching vote.
Switching vote.
- Location
- Rochester, NY
New
[X] Tell the full truth. Trying to clear up the inevitable misunderstandings will be a pain, but they deserve to know. Who knows how Honey might react though...
[X] Tell the full truth. Trying to clear up the inevitable misunderstandings will be a pain, but they deserve to know. Who knows how Honey might react though...
Prologue 8: Gunslinger Girl
- Location
- My own little world...
Vote tally:
##### 3.21
[X] Tell the full truth. Trying to clear up the inevitable misunderstandings will be a pain, but they deserve to know. Who knows how Honey might react though...
No. of votes: 18
[X] Tell part of the truth: admit that you're asexual but don't let them ask you any questions. You aren't a QA board, if they want to know more they can look it up themselves.
No. of votes: 3
[X] Deflect. It's late and this is kind of intimate for a first day conversation. You can tell them later if it becomes relevant, right now you should focus on getting them settled.
No. of votes: 5
You sigh heavily. Might as well get it out of the way.
"...I'm not bisexual. I'm asexual." Clyde and Zophar both look confused, though Georgia's face shows a flicker of recognition. Honey looks as predatory as ever, and you fear that anything beyond 'sex' flew right out of head. "That means I'm not sexually attracted to anyone, regardless of gender."
"You can't have sex?" Zophar asked in a puzzled and disappointed tone. "That sucks."
"No, I can have sex. My...parts, all still work. I just don't experience any particular desire to use them."
"You're celibate then?" Clyde asked, seeming genuinely interested. Georgia frowned at this, but Zophar laughed.
"Yeah, like those women in the funny dresses and hats! Nuns, right?"
"Yes, you're thinking of nuns, and no, I'm not celibate," you explain. "Celibacy is a choice. Asexuality is an orientation."
This was one of the more popular confusions, and you've long-since given up on trying to clarify it to your neighbors. You lived in the Deep South, after all. While celibacy was a laudable (if odd) stance to have, mentioning sexual orientation brought out the nuts with crosses. The current situation was different, though. These people were going to be living with you for a year, and you wanted to be friends with them. They deserved the truth, so you'd keep trying to explain until hopefully they finally understood. From the perplexed looks on their faces, you weren't quite there yet.
"Maybe I should back up," you suggest. "You're all familiar with heterosexuality, homosexuality, and bisexuality, right?"
"Sexuality," Honey purrs, her smile broadening, but Clyde, Zophar, and Georgia just nod.
"Right. Think of asexuality like the opposite of bisexuality: instead of finding both genders sexually attractive, I don't find either of them attractive. I don't really have a sex drive either."
"Wait, I though you said you could have sex?" Zophar asks, obviously still confused.
"Biologically speaking, sex is mostly just a matter of mechanics. Poke the right nerve bundles in the right way and almost anyone will orgasm, regardless of whether or not they're experiencing sexual attraction."
Clyde thinks for a moment, his hand scratching its way through his short beard and his tail swishing.
"So when you say you aren't celibate, it's because celibacy is a choice. People who are celibate desire sex, but consciously decide not to have it," he reasons thoughtfully. "Asexuality is an orientation, so it's not a matter of choice. It's biology. Right?"
You nod.
"People are celibate for lots of reasons, and I'm not in a position to judge whether they're good or bad. But they have a reason, and a celibate person can stop being celibate whenever they want. Asexuals don't decide anything, it's just the way we're born. You can't decided to stop being asexual either, it just doesn't work that way."
"I'm really sorry to hear that," Georgia says sympathetically, and you try hard not to wince. You've heard this next one way too many times before. "I think they might have hormone treatments or something now that might help though?"
"Asexuality isn't a disorder or a disease. It can't be 'cured', and I wouldn't want anyone to try. I'm not some broken machine that needs to be 'fixed' with a cocktail of drugs just so I can be like everyone else," you snap, and Georgia recoils slightly at your harsh tone. "Sorry. It's a sore spot. It's true that in normal people reduced sex drive is usually caused by hormone imbalances, but asexuals usually have hormone levels within the human norm. It can't be treated because there's nothing to treat. This isn't a condition, it's just the way I am."
"Oh! I'm so, so sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"I know, and I apologize for my tone. This is a common misunderstanding. It's just that I've had enough people offering to 'cure' me, or saying I just haven't met the right person or that I'm a late bloomer, I get sick of it sometimes," you explain bitterly. "If I had a dollar for every time I get asked how I know I won't like sex if I've never had it...well, actually I won't have that much money, but I could probably go out for movie or something."
"Um, no offense-" Zophar begins, and you raise an eyebrow. Giving offense seemed to be the last thing he usually cared about. "-but how do you know you wouldn't like sex if you've never had it?"
"How does a heterosexual man know he wouldn't like sleeping with another man?" you answer with a shrug. "You don't have to try something to know it's not for you. It's not as though I think sex is repulsive or anything, but it's just not something I have any desire to try. I've never thought a specific person was 'hot', and while I might give it a shot someday if I met the right person, if I never have sex I certainly wouldn't be upset about it."
"If you don't mind my asking, doc, when did you first find out you were asexual?" Clyde asks calmly.
"When I was an undergrad in college. I skipped some grades in school, so I always figured the reason everyone else was always obsessing over boy bands and who was doing what in the backseat after prom was because I was younger than everyone else was. But when I hit eighteen and still couldn't figure out what people were talking about when they said someone was a 'stud', I knew I was different. It took me a while before I found there was actually a name for it, sexual orientation stuff wasn't as out in the open then as it is now, but eventually I did."
"So when you say you dated men and women, that was before you figured it out?"
"After, actually. Just because I'm not interested in sex doesn't mean I don't want someone to spend my life with. Handholding, cuddling, kissing, I'm fine with all that stuff, I just don't really want to take it farther than that."
"I'll bet your boyfriends and girlfriends didn't take it well when you told them they weren't ever going to be getting any," Zophar remarks, but despite the crude nature of his words his tone seems serious.
"No, they didn't. There were only one or two really bad breakups over it, people accusing me of leading them on, but I still learned pretty fast to lead with the asexual thing. That killed a lot of my dating prospects. There were one or two people who said they didn't care and tried to stick it out with me, but I could tell after a while that they would have been much happier with someone else. I could see we were going to make each other miserable in the long run, so I broke it off."
"Sorry if I'm wrong again, but..." Georgia began shyly, obviously still nervous after your earlier outburst. You smile encouragingly at her, and she smiles back. "Um, is the reason you were okay with dating men and women because you aren't physically attracted to either one?"
"Maybe?" you admit sheepishly. "To be honest, I'm more at home with the sexual stuff than the romantic. Biology is something I understand, but emotions are...complicated. I identify as panromantic, which as I understand it pretty much means gender and most other broad physical characteristics don't really factor into romantic attraction for me. Personality is the most important thing I look for."
The room goes silent as the others seem to digest this. Even Zophar looks thoughtful, rubbing his leg-like pedipalps together in an almost nervous fidget. In the silence, you notice the Honey has apparently been inching steadily closer to your seat as you were speaking, and you almost jump. Seeing that you have spotted her, she smiles warmly.
"Do not worry," she says in a comforting tone. "I can help."
"Thank you for the offer," you say, nervously noticing that she still hasn't stopped her creeping advance. Your hand drops to your water pistol, and you have a brief flash of absurdity as you realize you're currently relying on a brightly colored children's toy for protection. "But as I said, I don't need help. I am the way I am, and I like it."
She shakes her head, still smiling.
"Heard before," explains Honey, and her face shifts into a good approximation of a human male's, complete with simulated stubble. You're impressed her structure can imitate details that small.
"I've never seen so many flowers in bloom at once before. I wonder-ew! What's this goo on the ground?" asks the face in a gurgling imitation of a man's voice, its false face twisted in disgust. The features shift back to Honey's usual expression, and she smiles.
"Stop complaining when look like this," she stated, gesturing at her shapely body. Her curves ripple and melt, reshaping into a powerful masculine shape, complete with a rather strategically positioned bulge of impressive size. Her mouth opens, and a rumbling male voice not unlike Clyde's comes out this time. "Or like this."
"Appearances aren't important to me, Honey," you remind her, sliding slight back in your chair. The others seem frozen, unsure of what to do as the slime continues to draw closer.
"No. Am glad," she says happily, and her form relaxes slightly, the gravity-defying breasts sagging lower and her hips narrowing slightly as the ruffles of her false clothing melt and become less distinct. "Want to make happy, like made Honey. Say don't like sex. But haven't had it."
"I've heard this before too, Honey," you warn her, fingers closing over the water pistol. "You can't fix me with sex. I'm not broken."
She smiles sadly and shakes her head as though at a child who has just announced they are going to grow up to be a pony. "Wrong. Will show you."
"It's not going to work," you state, and bring the pistol up. "Please stop. I know being hit with this can't be pleasant, but I'm not going to let you have sex with me."
"Why? Said can have sex," she asks, looking genuinely puzzled. She searches for words. "Do not...have fear. Honey not like humans. Better with her. Much better."
You pause, thinking of the best way to explain the ideas of consent and sexual desire to a creature whose entire life seemed to revolve around sex, and in your moment of distraction she pounces. One arm reaches up and stretches like chewing gum, gluing itself to the water blaster in your hand and shoving your fingers away from the trigger. Her smile widens as she slides into your personal space, her head tilting bonelessly as her lips move toward yours.
"Oh Honey," purrs a seductive female voice off to the side. "Please tell me you weren't thinking of starting without me."
You and Honey both look at the same time, and the moment the slime's gaze shifts toward her Georgia moves. She shoots forward like a striking snake, pulling her glasses off in a single swipe of her hands, her gleaming serpent eyes halting a mere foot from Honey's face. Just as it had with you before, the legendary gaze of the medusa froze the slime instantly, as though her entire body had been turned to stone.
"Get back now!" Georgia warns, resolutely not removing her eyes from Honey's. "She's going to be able to move a little every time I blink, and I don't think it'll take her long to get rid of those eyes."
You nod in agreement, rapidly removing your hand from the unmoving goo that surrounds it and climbing around to stand beside Clyde. The moment you are clear she slides smoothly backward, still keeping her eyes open.
"That was quick thinking, thank you," you tell her as she continues to retreat, putting the couch between her and Honey. Zophar has retreated to the ceiling, you note, and has an anchor line already attached so he can jump away.
"What do we do now?" Clyde asks, moving forward slightly to place himself between you and Honey. You aren't sure how helpful that will be, since she'll probably be more than happy to go for him instead of you, but you appreciate the gesture.
"I think she's confused and overstimulated," you calmly state. Georgia must have blinked because Honey's body twitches, her eyes starting to fade into the same featureless pink mass as the rest of her body. "Humans have enough trouble believing asexuality is a real thing. Considering how strong her species' sex drive is supposed to be and her level of mental development, it's not surprising she can't really wrap her mind around this just yet. We should probably just call it a night."
"I think I'm going to blink again, and her eyes are almost gone already," Georgia warns. "Are you all ready?"
"Let her go," you say with a nod, and Honey's eyes immediately vanish as the pink slime whirls toward the four of you. You see the amber orbs reform along with her original sharp appearance, this time staring resolutely away from the lamia. She starts to move, but you fire a jet of water on the ground in front of her.
"I'm sorry, but no. I want you to know I'm not mad, but you can't attack people like that. I don't care if you think they'll enjoy it, people have to agree to sex."
"Not think," she argues, running a false tongue across her imitation lips. "Know."
"You still can't force it. That's a really, really serious crime, Honey."
She stares back at you, seductive glare melting into an expression of utter bewilderment. It was as though you just told her two plus two equaled pineapple.
"I know this is hard for you to understand, but I promise I'll help explain it to you. I think the more time you spend with people the more it will make sense." You lower your neon-painted weapon, and this time she doesn't try to rush you. "For now though, this has been a pretty busy evening. Why don't we all go upstairs and get some sleep?"
Honey nods reluctantly, sliding her way toward the stairs with a depressed molten sag to her shoulders and hair tendrils. You'd feel more guilty about making her feel this way if you hadn't just dodged a sexual assault for the second time this night.
"You alright?" Clyde asks, concern on his face.
"Yeah, fine," you say, straightening back up with a sigh and putting your work face back on. "Do any of you need anything before bed? I've got herbal tea in the kitchen and spare toiletries in case you forgot anything."
"Got any more of those squirt guns?" Zophar asks. "You were pretty slick there, and I'd rather not have Pink-I mean, Honey, try to sneak in and 'make me happy' in the middle of the night."
"Actually, let me get some for all of you," you decide. "Her heart's in the right place, but until she learns the concept of 'no', I think it's a good idea to have some insurance."
Zophar and Clyde both nod and start to walk toward the stairs, Zophar making finger pistols and 'pew! pew!' noises as he does so. Clyde chuckles at the arachne's antics, which makes Zophar laugh as well.
"Um, hey," Georgia says from behind you, and you almost jump. You'd forgotten she was still there. Her glasses are back on, and she looks almost painfully nervous. Her hair is noticeably twisting beneath her scarf as she stammers. "Uh, I'm-I'm really, really sorry about the whole hormone thing! I was just trying to be helpful, I didn't realize-I didn't mean to imply that there was something wrong with you or-"
"Hey. It's alright." You smile and place a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You didn't know, and you meant well. I promise, I'm not offended."
"O-okay," she answers with a slight smile. "I'm...I'm just going to go upstairs now!"
She rapidly slithers away, and you smirk as you make your way to the basement to grab several more water guns. If it weren't for the huge snake tail, the poor girl was so shy you'd guess she was part mouse. Climbing back up the stairs and heading for the second floor, you stop when you hear voice in the hall.
"Oh hey, um, Georgia?"
"Yes, Zophar?"
"...sorry about calling you 'snake-girl' earlier. I didn't mean anything by it, but Chiyori was right. It was kind of insensitive of me. I just wanted to apologize."
"Oh! Um, thank you, I guess! I wasn't upset, I mean, I kind of am a snake-girl, but...Thank you!"
They both chuckle nervously, and you have to suppress a laugh of your own at sheer scale of their combined social incompetence.
"Well, uh, night, Georgia."
"Good night, Zophar."
By the time you reach the top of the steps, both their doors have closed. You glance down the wide hall at the various doors and think. It's relatively late, that asexuality explanation was just as draining and time consuming as you had though it would be, but it would still be nice to get some one-on-one time with your guests before you go to bed. Glancing at your watch, you guess you probably have time to talk a bit with just one of them before you'll need to head to bed yourself. Staring at Honey's door, you remember how stressed she seemed after your confrontation and decide it would be best just to let her rest and process everything rather than agitate her further. That left three...
[ ] Check in on Clyde
[ ] Check in on Georgia
[ ] Check in on Zophar
[ ] Check in on Honey
[ ] Just go straight to bed. You can talk with them in the morning.
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[X] Tell the full truth. Trying to clear up the inevitable misunderstandings will be a pain, but they deserve to know. Who knows how Honey might react though...
No. of votes: 18
[X] Tell part of the truth: admit that you're asexual but don't let them ask you any questions. You aren't a QA board, if they want to know more they can look it up themselves.
No. of votes: 3
[X] Deflect. It's late and this is kind of intimate for a first day conversation. You can tell them later if it becomes relevant, right now you should focus on getting them settled.
No. of votes: 5
You sigh heavily. Might as well get it out of the way.
"...I'm not bisexual. I'm asexual." Clyde and Zophar both look confused, though Georgia's face shows a flicker of recognition. Honey looks as predatory as ever, and you fear that anything beyond 'sex' flew right out of head. "That means I'm not sexually attracted to anyone, regardless of gender."
"You can't have sex?" Zophar asked in a puzzled and disappointed tone. "That sucks."
"No, I can have sex. My...parts, all still work. I just don't experience any particular desire to use them."
"You're celibate then?" Clyde asked, seeming genuinely interested. Georgia frowned at this, but Zophar laughed.
"Yeah, like those women in the funny dresses and hats! Nuns, right?"
"Yes, you're thinking of nuns, and no, I'm not celibate," you explain. "Celibacy is a choice. Asexuality is an orientation."
This was one of the more popular confusions, and you've long-since given up on trying to clarify it to your neighbors. You lived in the Deep South, after all. While celibacy was a laudable (if odd) stance to have, mentioning sexual orientation brought out the nuts with crosses. The current situation was different, though. These people were going to be living with you for a year, and you wanted to be friends with them. They deserved the truth, so you'd keep trying to explain until hopefully they finally understood. From the perplexed looks on their faces, you weren't quite there yet.
"Maybe I should back up," you suggest. "You're all familiar with heterosexuality, homosexuality, and bisexuality, right?"
"Sexuality," Honey purrs, her smile broadening, but Clyde, Zophar, and Georgia just nod.
"Right. Think of asexuality like the opposite of bisexuality: instead of finding both genders sexually attractive, I don't find either of them attractive. I don't really have a sex drive either."
"Wait, I though you said you could have sex?" Zophar asks, obviously still confused.
"Biologically speaking, sex is mostly just a matter of mechanics. Poke the right nerve bundles in the right way and almost anyone will orgasm, regardless of whether or not they're experiencing sexual attraction."
Clyde thinks for a moment, his hand scratching its way through his short beard and his tail swishing.
"So when you say you aren't celibate, it's because celibacy is a choice. People who are celibate desire sex, but consciously decide not to have it," he reasons thoughtfully. "Asexuality is an orientation, so it's not a matter of choice. It's biology. Right?"
You nod.
"People are celibate for lots of reasons, and I'm not in a position to judge whether they're good or bad. But they have a reason, and a celibate person can stop being celibate whenever they want. Asexuals don't decide anything, it's just the way we're born. You can't decided to stop being asexual either, it just doesn't work that way."
"I'm really sorry to hear that," Georgia says sympathetically, and you try hard not to wince. You've heard this next one way too many times before. "I think they might have hormone treatments or something now that might help though?"
"Asexuality isn't a disorder or a disease. It can't be 'cured', and I wouldn't want anyone to try. I'm not some broken machine that needs to be 'fixed' with a cocktail of drugs just so I can be like everyone else," you snap, and Georgia recoils slightly at your harsh tone. "Sorry. It's a sore spot. It's true that in normal people reduced sex drive is usually caused by hormone imbalances, but asexuals usually have hormone levels within the human norm. It can't be treated because there's nothing to treat. This isn't a condition, it's just the way I am."
"Oh! I'm so, so sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"I know, and I apologize for my tone. This is a common misunderstanding. It's just that I've had enough people offering to 'cure' me, or saying I just haven't met the right person or that I'm a late bloomer, I get sick of it sometimes," you explain bitterly. "If I had a dollar for every time I get asked how I know I won't like sex if I've never had it...well, actually I won't have that much money, but I could probably go out for movie or something."
"Um, no offense-" Zophar begins, and you raise an eyebrow. Giving offense seemed to be the last thing he usually cared about. "-but how do you know you wouldn't like sex if you've never had it?"
"How does a heterosexual man know he wouldn't like sleeping with another man?" you answer with a shrug. "You don't have to try something to know it's not for you. It's not as though I think sex is repulsive or anything, but it's just not something I have any desire to try. I've never thought a specific person was 'hot', and while I might give it a shot someday if I met the right person, if I never have sex I certainly wouldn't be upset about it."
"If you don't mind my asking, doc, when did you first find out you were asexual?" Clyde asks calmly.
"When I was an undergrad in college. I skipped some grades in school, so I always figured the reason everyone else was always obsessing over boy bands and who was doing what in the backseat after prom was because I was younger than everyone else was. But when I hit eighteen and still couldn't figure out what people were talking about when they said someone was a 'stud', I knew I was different. It took me a while before I found there was actually a name for it, sexual orientation stuff wasn't as out in the open then as it is now, but eventually I did."
"So when you say you dated men and women, that was before you figured it out?"
"After, actually. Just because I'm not interested in sex doesn't mean I don't want someone to spend my life with. Handholding, cuddling, kissing, I'm fine with all that stuff, I just don't really want to take it farther than that."
"I'll bet your boyfriends and girlfriends didn't take it well when you told them they weren't ever going to be getting any," Zophar remarks, but despite the crude nature of his words his tone seems serious.
"No, they didn't. There were only one or two really bad breakups over it, people accusing me of leading them on, but I still learned pretty fast to lead with the asexual thing. That killed a lot of my dating prospects. There were one or two people who said they didn't care and tried to stick it out with me, but I could tell after a while that they would have been much happier with someone else. I could see we were going to make each other miserable in the long run, so I broke it off."
"Sorry if I'm wrong again, but..." Georgia began shyly, obviously still nervous after your earlier outburst. You smile encouragingly at her, and she smiles back. "Um, is the reason you were okay with dating men and women because you aren't physically attracted to either one?"
"Maybe?" you admit sheepishly. "To be honest, I'm more at home with the sexual stuff than the romantic. Biology is something I understand, but emotions are...complicated. I identify as panromantic, which as I understand it pretty much means gender and most other broad physical characteristics don't really factor into romantic attraction for me. Personality is the most important thing I look for."
The room goes silent as the others seem to digest this. Even Zophar looks thoughtful, rubbing his leg-like pedipalps together in an almost nervous fidget. In the silence, you notice the Honey has apparently been inching steadily closer to your seat as you were speaking, and you almost jump. Seeing that you have spotted her, she smiles warmly.
"Do not worry," she says in a comforting tone. "I can help."
"Thank you for the offer," you say, nervously noticing that she still hasn't stopped her creeping advance. Your hand drops to your water pistol, and you have a brief flash of absurdity as you realize you're currently relying on a brightly colored children's toy for protection. "But as I said, I don't need help. I am the way I am, and I like it."
She shakes her head, still smiling.
"Heard before," explains Honey, and her face shifts into a good approximation of a human male's, complete with simulated stubble. You're impressed her structure can imitate details that small.
"I've never seen so many flowers in bloom at once before. I wonder-ew! What's this goo on the ground?" asks the face in a gurgling imitation of a man's voice, its false face twisted in disgust. The features shift back to Honey's usual expression, and she smiles.
"Stop complaining when look like this," she stated, gesturing at her shapely body. Her curves ripple and melt, reshaping into a powerful masculine shape, complete with a rather strategically positioned bulge of impressive size. Her mouth opens, and a rumbling male voice not unlike Clyde's comes out this time. "Or like this."
"Appearances aren't important to me, Honey," you remind her, sliding slight back in your chair. The others seem frozen, unsure of what to do as the slime continues to draw closer.
"No. Am glad," she says happily, and her form relaxes slightly, the gravity-defying breasts sagging lower and her hips narrowing slightly as the ruffles of her false clothing melt and become less distinct. "Want to make happy, like made Honey. Say don't like sex. But haven't had it."
"I've heard this before too, Honey," you warn her, fingers closing over the water pistol. "You can't fix me with sex. I'm not broken."
She smiles sadly and shakes her head as though at a child who has just announced they are going to grow up to be a pony. "Wrong. Will show you."
"It's not going to work," you state, and bring the pistol up. "Please stop. I know being hit with this can't be pleasant, but I'm not going to let you have sex with me."
"Why? Said can have sex," she asks, looking genuinely puzzled. She searches for words. "Do not...have fear. Honey not like humans. Better with her. Much better."
You pause, thinking of the best way to explain the ideas of consent and sexual desire to a creature whose entire life seemed to revolve around sex, and in your moment of distraction she pounces. One arm reaches up and stretches like chewing gum, gluing itself to the water blaster in your hand and shoving your fingers away from the trigger. Her smile widens as she slides into your personal space, her head tilting bonelessly as her lips move toward yours.
"Oh Honey," purrs a seductive female voice off to the side. "Please tell me you weren't thinking of starting without me."
You and Honey both look at the same time, and the moment the slime's gaze shifts toward her Georgia moves. She shoots forward like a striking snake, pulling her glasses off in a single swipe of her hands, her gleaming serpent eyes halting a mere foot from Honey's face. Just as it had with you before, the legendary gaze of the medusa froze the slime instantly, as though her entire body had been turned to stone.
"Get back now!" Georgia warns, resolutely not removing her eyes from Honey's. "She's going to be able to move a little every time I blink, and I don't think it'll take her long to get rid of those eyes."
You nod in agreement, rapidly removing your hand from the unmoving goo that surrounds it and climbing around to stand beside Clyde. The moment you are clear she slides smoothly backward, still keeping her eyes open.
"That was quick thinking, thank you," you tell her as she continues to retreat, putting the couch between her and Honey. Zophar has retreated to the ceiling, you note, and has an anchor line already attached so he can jump away.
"What do we do now?" Clyde asks, moving forward slightly to place himself between you and Honey. You aren't sure how helpful that will be, since she'll probably be more than happy to go for him instead of you, but you appreciate the gesture.
"I think she's confused and overstimulated," you calmly state. Georgia must have blinked because Honey's body twitches, her eyes starting to fade into the same featureless pink mass as the rest of her body. "Humans have enough trouble believing asexuality is a real thing. Considering how strong her species' sex drive is supposed to be and her level of mental development, it's not surprising she can't really wrap her mind around this just yet. We should probably just call it a night."
"I think I'm going to blink again, and her eyes are almost gone already," Georgia warns. "Are you all ready?"
"Let her go," you say with a nod, and Honey's eyes immediately vanish as the pink slime whirls toward the four of you. You see the amber orbs reform along with her original sharp appearance, this time staring resolutely away from the lamia. She starts to move, but you fire a jet of water on the ground in front of her.
"I'm sorry, but no. I want you to know I'm not mad, but you can't attack people like that. I don't care if you think they'll enjoy it, people have to agree to sex."
"Not think," she argues, running a false tongue across her imitation lips. "Know."
"You still can't force it. That's a really, really serious crime, Honey."
She stares back at you, seductive glare melting into an expression of utter bewilderment. It was as though you just told her two plus two equaled pineapple.
"I know this is hard for you to understand, but I promise I'll help explain it to you. I think the more time you spend with people the more it will make sense." You lower your neon-painted weapon, and this time she doesn't try to rush you. "For now though, this has been a pretty busy evening. Why don't we all go upstairs and get some sleep?"
Honey nods reluctantly, sliding her way toward the stairs with a depressed molten sag to her shoulders and hair tendrils. You'd feel more guilty about making her feel this way if you hadn't just dodged a sexual assault for the second time this night.
"You alright?" Clyde asks, concern on his face.
"Yeah, fine," you say, straightening back up with a sigh and putting your work face back on. "Do any of you need anything before bed? I've got herbal tea in the kitchen and spare toiletries in case you forgot anything."
"Got any more of those squirt guns?" Zophar asks. "You were pretty slick there, and I'd rather not have Pink-I mean, Honey, try to sneak in and 'make me happy' in the middle of the night."
"Actually, let me get some for all of you," you decide. "Her heart's in the right place, but until she learns the concept of 'no', I think it's a good idea to have some insurance."
Zophar and Clyde both nod and start to walk toward the stairs, Zophar making finger pistols and 'pew! pew!' noises as he does so. Clyde chuckles at the arachne's antics, which makes Zophar laugh as well.
"Um, hey," Georgia says from behind you, and you almost jump. You'd forgotten she was still there. Her glasses are back on, and she looks almost painfully nervous. Her hair is noticeably twisting beneath her scarf as she stammers. "Uh, I'm-I'm really, really sorry about the whole hormone thing! I was just trying to be helpful, I didn't realize-I didn't mean to imply that there was something wrong with you or-"
"Hey. It's alright." You smile and place a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You didn't know, and you meant well. I promise, I'm not offended."
"O-okay," she answers with a slight smile. "I'm...I'm just going to go upstairs now!"
She rapidly slithers away, and you smirk as you make your way to the basement to grab several more water guns. If it weren't for the huge snake tail, the poor girl was so shy you'd guess she was part mouse. Climbing back up the stairs and heading for the second floor, you stop when you hear voice in the hall.
"Oh hey, um, Georgia?"
"Yes, Zophar?"
"...sorry about calling you 'snake-girl' earlier. I didn't mean anything by it, but Chiyori was right. It was kind of insensitive of me. I just wanted to apologize."
"Oh! Um, thank you, I guess! I wasn't upset, I mean, I kind of am a snake-girl, but...Thank you!"
They both chuckle nervously, and you have to suppress a laugh of your own at sheer scale of their combined social incompetence.
"Well, uh, night, Georgia."
"Good night, Zophar."
By the time you reach the top of the steps, both their doors have closed. You glance down the wide hall at the various doors and think. It's relatively late, that asexuality explanation was just as draining and time consuming as you had though it would be, but it would still be nice to get some one-on-one time with your guests before you go to bed. Glancing at your watch, you guess you probably have time to talk a bit with just one of them before you'll need to head to bed yourself. Staring at Honey's door, you remember how stressed she seemed after your confrontation and decide it would be best just to let her rest and process everything rather than agitate her further. That left three...
[ ] Check in on Clyde
[ ] Check in on Georgia
[ ] Check in on Zophar
Omegahugger
Inattentive Idiot
[X] Check in on Zophar
Best Arachne is the best Arachne, after all.
Best Arachne is the best Arachne, after all.
- Location
- ⇙
[x] Check in on Georgia
- Location
- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
[X] Just go straight to bed. You can talk with them in the morning.
- Location
- The Great Beyond
- Pronouns
- He/She/They
[X] Just go straight to bed. You can talk with them in the morning.
Somewhat tempted to go 'Clyde' instead, but I think this makes the most sense on the whole.
Somewhat tempted to go 'Clyde' instead, but I think this makes the most sense on the whole.
Wow! Pink Slimes really are stereotypical monster girls. I'm also pretty sure Honey just admitted to sexually assaulting a random person but I guess I really shouldn't be that surprised. Besides that, the talk went about as well as I expected it to go.
[X] Just go straight to bed. You can talk with them in the morning.
[X] Just go straight to bed. You can talk with them in the morning.
