A story of two lesser known characters

A super deformed Scylla head with a blank expression and hair covering one of her eyes twirls onto the screen before disappearing.

Terry the Scylla wakes up and crawls out of her sleeping pot on another Saturday morning. She stretches and makes an adorable noise before scuttling her way towards her bathroom mirror.
A tired and messy haired image of herself is reflected in the mirror. She lets out a small sigh before getting ready for the day. Once she is done, she leaves the bathroom and pulls out her phone to look at a picture of Joe, her coworker at the local highschool, passed out on his chair with a bottle of rum spilling onto his pants in a way that makes it look like he wet himself. Looking at it causes her to blush and makes her camouflage start going haywire.
After blushing and staring for about 14 minutes, she puts her phone away and leaves her home.

"Today is the day." She quietly mutters to herself. Today she plans on winning Joe over instead of quietly stalking him. She gets in her car and begins driving to his home.
After 20 minutes of driving in her Scylla friendly car, she arrives at Joe's home. She quickly and awkwardly makes her way towards his front door with a beet red face and her normal apathetic appearance nowhere in sight. S
She shakily knocks on the front door. Nobody responds.
She knocks one more, and nobody respond once again. She lets out a disgruntled sigh and looks around the house for a window, before finding one with a young Harpy and Succubus pressing their faces against it.

"Sarah, Shannon, what are you two doing here?" The Scylla coldly glares at the two girls with the one eye of hers that isn't covered by hair.
"Watching 'The Mask'." Sarah the Harpy mutters in her thick Australian accent without looking away from the window.
"Ditto." Shannon the Succubus speaks up while keeping her eyes glued to the TV on the other side of the window and waggling her spaded tail.
Terry sits there for a few seconds before continuing, "That's not what I meant. What are you doing at this house?"
Sarah looks down to the ground with a sullen expression, "I actually camp out and live right here..."
Shannon turns away and begins moving and gesturing like a video game NPC, "We were watching Joe before he left on a date of sorts with that Werewolf Gym teacher."
"W-WHAT?!" The Scylla shouts out with a serious expression.
"Yeah, think they went to the lake or something..." The Succubus crosses her arms and nods her head.
"How romantic~!" The Harpy clutches her face with her wings and shudders.
"Nonononononononononononononononooooooooooooooooo!" Terry freaks out and runs towards her car while her camouflage goes wild and starts making her skin color and texture mimic everything near it. She starts her car and floors it while heading towards the town's lake.
She erratically drives on her way to the lake, hitting numerous human women and magazine stands like a GTA player. In no time at all she arrives at the lake and comes to a stop by crashing into someone's Shelby Cobra. She quickly exits through the window of her car instead of opening the door and scuttles her way to the lakes shore. Upon arriving she sees two figures, Claire and Joe, happily rowing a boat along the lake. Terry's heart sinks and her body weakly collapses as she sees Claire's smiling face and Joe's disgruntled expression.
She hits the ground while mentally screaming "DAMMIT" over and over. Once she's done, she weakly scuttles home to eat 20 tubs of ice cream, watch her favorite episode of baby MGs from around the world, and going to sleep while hugging a picture of Joe again.

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A super deformed Dragon with a scale pattern that can only be described as "cookies and cream ice cream" with an upside down V frown rolls across the screen while blushing.

Rosa the delinquent Dragon take a long drag off her cigarette before dropping it on the ground and stepping on it. For the past hour now she had been sitting outside a store, waiting for it to open. She impatiently taps her foot and grunts every so often.
Before long, the store opens and she puts on an extremely serious expression. She takes a deep breath before entering the store with "Jim's Pet Store" written out front. As soon as she gets past the front door she makes a B-line for the puppies and kittens in the back.
The young pups happily greet her while the kittens sleep in a big pile in their corner.
"Woof!"
"Awooooo!"
"waf!"
"B is for Bark!"
Rosa's serious, and outright intimidating, expression melts away and is replaced by a warm smile as she begins petting and cuddling everything within her reach. None of the young pets are safe from her love.
She continually molests them with her clawed hands before being told by the owner to buy one or leave.