Monika and Anon Movie Date

Movie date with Monika


“Seeing a movie would be fun, Anon! I will see you there.” Monika said, slipping you a note with her address and a time, 7:30. The big heart near the bottom said, ‘I will be making dinner’. She’s really too sweet. You just had to pick out a good movie, and you knew just the one.

Monika had texted you to bring a sleeping bag for Friday night, because now she wanted to watch several movies, and thought that an old-fashioned sleepover was in order. You said nothing of the implications of a girl asking you to stay over at her house.

Dinner was pan seared tilapia, she had really gone all out. “I thought you were a vegetarian, though.” “That is correct, fish and chicken are not animals, however. Well, chicken is too convenient to give up, they don’t produce as much waste as cows do. That and everything tastes like chicken anyway, and I eat their eggs, so it wouldn’t be fair.”

You were going to have such a great time, breaking Monika’s will with your steak skills. That was later, however.

Monika’s bathrobe looked very good on her. You had thought she was dressing up as Squilliam Fancyson or something, but she told you that she had taken a shower just for you. She answered the door wearing just that and the nightgown underneath.

Her giant 60-inch tv she said she had gotten for an absolute steal, using her charms to lower the price to just $200 from the pawn shop. Gypsy Monika! “I hope the poor guy didn’t get fired for it, ahaha.” You set up Star Wars while she sat on the couch, by herself. No one else lived in the apartment, which wasn’t unusual, many kids lived by themselves nowadays, including you.

“I have never seen any of the Star Wars, Anon~ You will have to hold me when it gets scary.”

“Jeez Monika, its not a horror movie. I won’t say no to holding you, though.” She laughs, and as the screen text crawls, you make it to your seat and hold her. She mouths every last word of the text and leans onto you while the space battle goes on.


Her hand squeezed yours, fingers intertwining, her body laying on yours. The couch was extremely comfy, with Monika enjoying being held by you. You weren’t going to say no to her, this was too perfect to give up. “The Force is what gives a Jedi her power. It's an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us and penetrates us. It binds the galaxy together.” Monika quotes in time with Obi Wan.

“Wait, I thought you had never seen this movie before.” Her eyes shoot pain, and she quickly tried to cover herself. “M-maybe a few times. I wouldn’t say that I am a huge fan or anything, I just think this is a perfect movie, the pacing is really good.” You eye her suspiciously, but interrogating a beautiful girl wearing nothing but a nightgown didn’t sound fun.

Actually, that DID sound really fu- stop, she will definitely feel the- her eyes widen just a bit, but then return to some sort of serene, doughy expression. She stops propping herself on her elbow, and just leans harder, her tight stomach feeling every last square inch of your rock-hard cock. She knows exactly what is going on. She…seems to like it? Maybe she likes you that way?

“Let me sit in your lap during the Darth Vader parts, sweetie, so I won’t be scared.” She smirked. “Huh? You weren’t- “She puts a delicate finger to your lips, and you can do nothing but sit up, and let her put her whole weight on your cock. She wriggled a bit, both to tease you and to get set just right. Without prompting, you held her in your arms, making her feel safe as Luke went through the pain of losing his stepparents. “This is really nice, Anon. We should do this more often.” She said.

“Yeah. You are awfully frisky tonight though, Monika. What would the kids at school thing, that you invited your friend of about a week to your home late at night, wearing nothing but a nightgown, and then did… all of this. What would they say about you?”

She was beet red now. “I-uh” she stammered, before regaining her composure slightly. “You have this crazy effect on me Anon! You aren’t like any other guy.” She turned halfway to look at you. “Plenty of guys have asked me on dates, but I always turned them down. They were always cucks or meatheads with the stupidity to ask me out because I was hot.”

“Yes, and how am I any different? I’m... not exactly a good looker, Moni. I never thought I would” you thought about it, but then continued. “have a girlfriend as wonderful as you.” You finished softly, before kissing her cheek.

“Ahahah, that is exactly what I love so much. Its that confidence I like. A normal person wouldn’t just ask why I was, well in retrospect, grinding on you was maybe a bit too far on a first date, but only you would ask why. I love it. I love you. You always have something funny to say, something deep to observe, and you have a handsome face. We can work on the rest, buy you some better clothes, work out together, but you are really wonderful just the way you are.”

“There is always room for improvement huh? Where can we improve on you, sweetheart? Maybe a ring on this finger?” You said glibly. Her awestruck expression meant she had taken your joke seriously, however. “M-maybe! I didn’t know you were a family guy, Anon!” “That show sucked even when it came out. Also, I was kidding. Though… I don’t see why I wouldn’t want to marry you, it is just too early, probably.” You caress her face, she leans into the hand. “I need some dirt on you, something we can improve for you to make you better.” She giggled. “I am already fulfilled now, just having you doesn’t make me feel so alone anymore. And I am sure that your love will make me care about things again, so I don’t seem like a sociopath anymore!”

“Well, I am kinda the same way, I’ve seen too much to care anymore. I feel emotionally stunted, I guess the word is. That and according to all the online personality tests and political compasses, I am a lowkey freedom loving Nazi or something, so that may be another factor.” Oh, shit you just revealed your power level.

“Oh? I always get that. We both just look at the numbers, I guess. Crime rates, stuff the government should take care of but instead screws around doing other things. You probably want the government to leave you alone and lower the bureaucracy though, huh sweetie? You never did like playing by the rules. Remember in Mr. Spargus’s class last year?”

“Yeah, I was failing since I didn’t want to do the study guides. You helped me a lot by forcing me to do it. Thanks, by the way. His study guides were horseshit though.”

“Yeah.” She kissed you softly on the lips, she knew that it was your first kiss, but did it as if this was your thousandth. “It was my first too. A lot of guys, and some girls, wanted to be my first. It couldn’t have been anyone but you in retrospect. I… really love you Anonymous. You really are perfect for me.”

Before you can reply, she forces you into a few more kisses. It is very sweet, until her tongue starts to play with yours, and you both fall off the couch as Leia is recused on screen.


“Mmph!” you get out, but she doesn’t stop. She kisses you deeply, and then trails a few light pecks down your cheek, to your chin, down the soft flesh of your neck. She lingers here a bit, suckling it, leaving small nips. The fact that it’s the most exposed and vital part of your body, that she’s nipping at your jugular is really turning you on.  The hint of danger, the trust you place in her. The smell of the lemon on her breath, the very breath itself on your skin… she’s got you locked down.

“I know that this is sudden.” She coos into your ear, nibbling on the lobe. “You got me under your spell, Monsieur Mesmer. Your animal magnetism really gets me going.” Her soft legs caressing yours as she pulls off your shirt. “That’s…a really good reference…”

“I am glad you appreciate it.” She kisses down your exposed chest, licking, leaving a slick snail trail down from your neck, down your chest, down your stomach, and leaves a small kiss on your navel before she pulls away your pants. Your big fat cock attacks her, nearly poking her in the eye. She stared breathlessly at it, mumbling something about how unexpected this was. “I-I’m glad you didn’t say UwU or something. Get on your back.” You commanded, and she obeyed.

“Yes, Master. As you wish.”

You didn’t notice it, but as you struggled to fit inside her, stretching her virgin hole, she had become an absolute nerd. Like an oiled gun being put back together, you and she made a nice snick as you fully entered her.

Monika stated, “Impressive. Most impressive. Obi-Wan has taught you well. You have controlled your fear.” You began to slowly pump, a train building up steam to absolutely wreck her womb. Not that you could think in anything but Star Wars quotes by now. “Now, release your anger. Only your hatred can destroy me.” She finished, her quote punctuated by soft loving slaps that grew louder as her thighs bucked against yours, rhythmic, animalistic. She was yours, and you were hers now. The Force of your love had well and truly bound you together.

“When I left you I was but the learner. Now I am the master.” You managed to get out, to which she could only mewl about how you were right, that the negotiations (for sex) were short. But you weren’t going to last much longer, and neither was she. Too much passion, too rough.

You had to pull out like Nixon in Vietnam, but thighs made of iron kept you stuck deep for another campaign. A torrent of sticky white seed filled your girlfriend’s tight, pristine womb. Every second that she kept up the leg lock, a million more sperm flooded in. You had really sent in the clones, and after what must have been a minute in real time, hours to your pleasure addled minds, you had dried up. Nothing was left, she had greedily slurped up every last one into her womb. Won’t be such a tight tummy much longer.

You stayed like that for a moment before she said, “What have I done?” in a perfect impression of a whiney faggot you both knew. “I-I’m not ready for a kid, Anon.”

You held her close, and whispered something about twins, to which she just groaned. “I think that we can do it, Monika. This family thing. I… must take responsibility. Must protect you. I will do… pant…whatever I need to, Monika.”

She mulled it over. Maybe she fell asleep? “I hope we don’t get expelled from the Jedi Order – I mean school- for this. A child made in love like this cannot be bad. I think we may have gone a teensy bit too far tonight, but it must have been destiny, Anonymous. I guess, this is my proposal? Will you marry me?” You replied with a kiss and said, “I know.”

“Haha, that line doesn’t work like that, now help me to bed please. I’ve got less feeling in my legs than Darth Maul right now.” You carry your newly minted wife to her bed and got in bed with her.

“W-want to watch the next movie? We can put the TV in here.” You just laughed as you got back up and slowly trundled the tv out for your Monika. “You are a huge nerd, Monika.”

“Yes, but your nerd~”

You spent the rest of the weekend cuddling and watching movies together, making many bad references to science fiction as you worked out how you would tell the club on Monday.

End.