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 >Have trouble sleeping at night.
 >Sign up for the MGC Daki service.
 >As a customer, not employee.
 >They have a roster of men and monsters they send out to customers to be used as Dakis.
 >Strict no sex rule but it's still basically a glorified dating service.
 >The monsters are mostly weresheep and dormice and things of that nature.
 >Doorbell rings at 10:30, you go answer it.
 >It's a demon. Blue skin, slitted eyes glowing yellow, evil looking black horns.
 >She's wearing some kind of skin-tight leather catsuit that shows off an absurdly hourglass-shaped figure.
 >She's tall as well; with her high heels she's almost as tall as you.
 >Her cold glare freezes you in place when you open the door. This can't possibly be the girl you're waiting for.
 >"Are you Anon?" Her voice is emotionless and commanding.
 >You say that you are.
 >She nods and marches into your home.
 >"I'm Verina. I'm from the Daki service. Are you ready for bed? I don't mind waiting a bit if you need some time."
 >You immensely regret signing up. You're feeling awkward and a little afraid but you don't want to make this any worse so you decide to go along with it for now.
 >You say you're ready and quickly show her around the house.
 >In short order you are lying in bed with only the dim light of your bedside lamp to see by and Verina is in your bathroom 'preparing'.
 >She comes out a few minutes later wearing a modest white linen nighty with a flower print.
 >She's carrying one of those special pillows meant to accommodate horns. It's shaped like a cartoon sheep and kind of looks like a teddy bear.
 >She places it next to you and silently slips under the covers, turning the light off on the way in.
 >She laid down facing you; you can see her eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.
 
 >After a few moments of silence she inches closer and nudges you.
 >Taking the hint, you roll onto your side and hesitantly wrap your arms around her, holding her like you would a daki and silently freaking the fuck out.
 >She calmly snuggles into you, wrapping her spade tail around one of your legs and resting her face lightly against yours.
 >She's out like a light within seconds.
 >You wake up in the morning in the exact same position, with her staring at your face.
 >You lock eyes with her and - not knowing what to do - end up stuck like that.
 >You spend fifteen minutes staring at each other with her tail drawing lazy circles on the top of your foot.
 >After which she wordlessly gets up and leaves the room.
 >You find her in the kitchen, still in her pajamas, making pancakes.
 >After the two of you have breakfast together she changes back into her normal clothes, gives you a cool but polite goodbye, then leaves.
 >She left her pillow on your bed though.
->All you can think is 'what the actual fuck just happened?'
+>All you can think is 'what the actual fuck just happened?'
 
 >This repeats the next day with two small variations.
 >First, she plays the little spoon that night instead of going face to face, which is a huge relief. That shit was disturbing.
 >Second, it's waffles in the morning instead of pancakes.
 >Made from scratch, with an antique waffle press she left in your kitchen the night before.
 >They're covered in blackberry syrup (also homemade), strawberry slices, and cream.
 >The two of you are sitting side by side at the kitchen table. You don't know why; she waited for you to sit down then sat to your immediate left.
 >Halfway through the meal you notice her staring at you. Not at your eyes like usual though, her gaze is a little lower. Your lips?
 
 >When you pause in your eating she gently cups your chin with one hand and leads your face toward hers.
 >She leans across your body, her breasts pressing against your arm and shoulder, and licks the left side of you face.
 >And I mean she REALLY licks it.
 >A slow, firm lick with her whole tongue that starts at the corner of your mouth and trails halfway across your cheek.
 >She backs away a few inches afterward, still staring at your mouth. You can hear her tongue moving in her mouth and see her swallowing, like she's savoring the flavor.
 >Then she goes in again.
 >A much slower and harder lick this time, catching more of your lips.
 >Her tongue is wiggling around and rubbing back and forth against your skin like it's made of candy.
 >She's salivating like crazy, you can feel it drenching your cheek and lip for a moment before she licks it up.
 >When she finishes she grabs a napkin from the table and uses it to delicately dry off the spot she licked.
 >Satisfied, she meets your eyes briefly then goes back to her meal.
 >Too stunned to follow suit, you sit there watching her.
 >A minute or two go by and her movements suddenly slow. She gets a spaced out look in her eyes like she's thinking about something.
 >Then she starts to look worried. You can't say how exactly - her face is the same as before - but her eyes come back into focus suddenly and she looks tense.
 >She peeks in your direction and freezes when she sees you staring at her.
 >She gives a little start then goes back to eating.
 >The rest of the morning goes as normal. You finish breakfast, she helps clean up then goes on her way. She does seem a touch off when she leaves though.
 
 >This goes on for about a week.
 >One morning you notice she seems interested in the entertainment center in your room.
 >You aren't sure why, none of the equipment is particularly nice. You've still got a DVD/VHS combo hooked up under your blu-ray.
 >That night she shows up a couple hours earlier than usual.
 >Asks if you want to watch a movie.
 >Yeah sure, why not.
 >She hands you a bag.
 >You open it and see 3 VHS cassettes.
 >Alien, Sleepless in Seattle, The Lion King.
 >She asks you to pick one.
 
 >You go for Alien.
 >Turns out she's never seen it.
 >Her parents thought it was too scary for her when she was younger.
 >Ask her why she never watched it when she was older.
 >She says she didn't want to watch a scary movie alone.
 >"You could have watched it with friends or something."
 >She cocks her head to the side with a frown.
 >Either that idea never occurred to her before, or she doesn't have friends.
 >The previews start rolling and you two climb into bed. You make your customary pillow recliner/fortress for maximum comfy, she settles in on the other side.
 >By the end of the movie she has joined you in your fortress and pulled one of your arms around her like a scarf. You get the impression she's a little scared but her face doesn't show it.
 >You get up to return the movie to it's case. She follows you.
 >"Do you need to go to the bathroom, Anon?"
 >"Hm? No, I'm alright."
 >"Oh."
 >She follows you around silently for a bit.
 >"I think I heard water, Anon."
 >"Water?"
 >"You should check to make sure your toilet isn't running. You could run up your water bill like that."
 >"...I see. I guess I'll do that, then."
 >"I'll come with you, to make sure you don't slip."
 >"Right..."
 >You take a quick look around the bathroom, nothing is running.
 >Verina nods. "I guess I must have been hearing things. Well, since we're here anyways, we might as well use it."
 >You try not to roll your eyes. "Of course. I'll just step outside, you can go ahead."
 >"Wait!"
 >You watch tiny changes pass over her face as she processes the current situation. Careful weighing of options. A desperate search for an excuse to keep you in the room without giving away how scared she is. Reluctant, unwilling acceptance.
 >"Hey," her eyes look fall away from yours and look into the distance, "do you want to watch me pee?"
 
 >You can see her pride crumbling as she says the words.
 >"You want me to watch you pee?"
 >"Yeah, it'll be fun." Her voice is even more emotionless than usual. "It's one of those things, right? A fetish?" The life is gone from her eyes. "I'm a pervert. A hopeless pervert who enjoys men watching me pee. Please watch me pee."
 >She bunches up and lifts the long skirt of her nightie revealing childish white cotton underwear.
 >"Don't you think it would be better to just admit that you're sca-" at that moment your circuit breaker trips and the lights go out.
 >Verina grabs onto you full-force and between her, her skirt tangled around both of you, and the darkness, you can't keep on your feet.
 >You land in the most awkward position possible, pressed against the back of the toilet with Verina in your lap facing you.
 >There's dead silence except for two people panting and the very characteristic sound of a stream of liquid trickling into the toilet.
 >You feel something warm on the inside of one of your thighs.
 >"...Hey."
 >"Yeah?"
 >"Can I borrow of pair of your underwear?"
 >"Yeah."