Doom-mates - Date Night

You nervously sipped your drink and took another glance around the room. Admittedly, it was a pretty decent looking venue for this speed dating mixer whatever the hell it was. Still, why the HELL did you let Frank talk you into this thing?

Sure, he kept raving about how great these things were, claiming its how he met his new girlfriend, whom you haven’t met yet but he swears is fantastic and totally ‘the one’. Really, you weren’t sure what to expect. Sure, Frank may have hit it off on night one, but -you- weren’t a strong-jawed, self confident charisma factory like Frank was. You didn’t have as thick a paycheck either. Though did demon girls even care about that kind of stuff?

That was the other thing. Sure there were plenty of both “races” here tonight but everyone know the main purpose here was for setting up cross-dimensional dating. You were in completely unknown territory. You didn’t have the first clue about what demon girls were like or how to approach them or anything. You had to admit that had been so long since your last successful attempt at getting a date that this was worth a shot, but your main problem had always been your complete lack in confidence, and the demons would probably be just as off-put by your shy hesitation. Hell, they could probably smell the fear, literally.

You had to feel skeptical about this place’s “system” too. They had you fill out a huge questionnaire days beforehand, then gave you some weird color-coded card on a lanyard. The spiel was that it was coded to key personality aspects, and that prospective dates would check the cards of those around them. If they had one or more ‘complimentary traits’, as the website said, then there was a calculated probability of date success, though they repeatedly claimed it was just a “helpful starting point” and not an iron clad rule.  It was probably new-age psuedo-psych nonsense, and the questions were probably just some way to sell your info off to marketers, but fuck it, you’d come this far.

You were supposedly on the lookout for green, mauve or orange. You didn’t see a lot of matching cards. There were some greens over by the bar, but one was chatting with a guy already, and the other was a towering hell baron, a male one at that. Prooobably not your type.

You had spent twenty more minutes scanning the room before silently committing yourself to just sitting here, nursing your drink, then going home and swearing off get-laid-quick schemes like this.

But then your eye picked up on some movement over by the stairs. One of those skeleton demons. You’d heard no two revs were alike, and this one definitely looked out of the ordinary. Most revenants went in for some sort of regrown flesh, or artificial skin, covering up most of their bare bones.

THIS one reminded of those “Visible Man” kits you’d see ads for as a kid, thankfully without muscles or veins or organs visible. Her bones were surrounded by some clear outer layer, mimicking the proportions of a regular body. The regular body of someone freakishly tall, but still. Her face was uncovered, but given a LOT of work to look more human and less skinned-human. She even had hair, proper real hair.

She was actually pretty curvy. She had a skirt on around wide hips, and a nice looking shirt haphazardly stretched around her chest armor, which you’d heard were usually permanently fuzed on. She had a tummy-wrap sort of thing on too. A corset maybe? But why need that when skeleton waists were already abnormally thin. You didn’t know.

But what really got your attention about her was her body language. Her eyes darted around, and one arm was nervously stroking her other wrist.

Then you saw her lanyard. There was orange, plain as day. And you even saw one of the colors on your own card too. Probably the social awkwardness color. Was it bad if you had matching colors? They didn’t say….

Fuck it, in for a penny right? You caught her line of sight and gestured at your pass.

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“I’ve actually been working up my nerves to do this for weeks.” She said, running her finger around the rim of her drink. Her name was Debrah.” Up close you could see her face was sort of rubbery, the way most revenant flesh-jobs looked. Her lips had markings like she was actually wearing skeketon-face paint. A side effect of turning bone to flesh?  Her pale eyes avoided your gaze bashfully.

“Heh… yeah.” He idly flipped over the menu. “Had to get my ear blown off by my pal talking about this before I gave in.”

She nodded. “I got this recommended by a friend too. I mean, I’m sort of grateful. If she didn’t nearly push me out the door, I’d have just given up and stayed home again. I… I want this, I’m just afraid of it going wrong.”

“Why? Most every demon here seems to be hitting it off.”

“It’s different for us. It’s… Do you know the deal with us? Revenants I mean?”

You shook your head no.

“We… Oh man I really shouldn’t tell this to strangers but… we used to be humans.”

She immediately seems to regret telling you. Your face must have paled more than you wanted to show. “What?! R-really?”

“A-a lot of fucked up stuff happened in the early days!” She said, panicking, trying to explain in fear of you running away. “W-we were caught up in all the fucked up science the UAC did and, it all just snowballed and here we are.”

Sure, part of you was freaked out to the core, but you couldn’t leave now after an info bomb like that. “Jesus, I never knew. Sooo that’s why you’re, uh,”

“Freaked out of my ‘skin’, yes.” She said, downing her drink. “I mean, some of us just say “screw it” and embrace the demon party life, but a lot of us, its like we’re being pulled in two directions. I remember being human. It’s sort of, in like, patches, but I remember enough. But I -know- I’m not human anymore, and there’s my life of being a frantic screaming nightmare right there in my head. It’s like coming out of the worst drunken black out in the history of ever.”

“Shit,” You respond thoughtfully.

“Yeah. Shit. So I just spent most of my time post-op keeping to myself. There’s my room-mate, really sweet imp girl, but other than that I just don’t have the backbone to talk to anybody.”

You sat in silence as you tried to determine if calling out that pun would be good or bad.

She saw the look on your face and her face dropped. “Oh, shit, that. God, it’s like a fucking COMPULSION with us. Don’t ask me why, I have NO fucking idea. But just out of the blue damn skeleton puns just slip out of our lips like it’s fucking turrets or something. Ugh.”

She placed a hand to her forehead and sighed deeply. “It’s so embarrassing.”

“I can imagine.”

“Thanks. But anyway, like, I’m just terrified of sticking my neck out. Like, with this. I’m worrying to myself ‘what if people think I’m a freak?’ or ‘What if someone DOES find me attractive, but its just because I’m fulfilling some weird necrophilia fantasy?’  I just want to feel NORMAL for one night. Have a normal date in a normal place, with a normal guy and just BE NORMAL. Is that so wrong?”

“Well, no-“

“Shit, shit, I’ve been talking all over you, sorry. I guess I’ve been dying to get this off my ribca-CHEST. My CHEST. Arg. Look, I’m being an ass. You, how about you. What’s your story?”

“Well, uh,” You stammer. You hadn’t realized but you had gotten used to just sitting an listening to her. “Well, I’m a DVU grad, uh, chemisty.”

“Oh, really? Cool.”

“Well, I mean, it’s not really all that interesting…”

“No. Please.” She rose her hands up to urge keep him going. ”I don’t care if it’s ‘uninteresting’. I want to hear a regular story about a regular life. I mean, I’m not saying you’re BLAND, I mean, shit, uh, just… don’t feel self conscious about it, it’s really refreshing. Normal stuff like school and earth and… Human stuff. Please. Go on.”

You shrug, take a breath, and start telling her about your college years.

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“-and so she looks to me like this ‘expert’ on human culture. ‘Oh Debra what’s this tiny brush in the bathroom for’ or ‘Hey deb why do humans wear so many clothes?” or, oh my god I swear she asked this “Where do the people on the tv go when you turn it off?’ I am NOT joking!”

“Pffft-ha!” You say, nearly choking on your drink from the laughter. “Oh my god, I can’t believe it.”

“Well believe it. Thankfully she learned about tv pretty quickly, but those first couple days rooming with her, oh man.”

“Idunno, I might’ve—“ he stopped to let the waiter put down their meal—“I might’ve strung her along a little bit, just to be an asshole.”

He’d ordered the country fried steak. It was usually indulgent garbage but it reminded him of home. She had a plate of grilled salmon.

“Heh, oh it would have worked. She was… she was pretty gullible.” She speared some salmon with her fork and brought it up to her mouth, and then hesitated. “Uh… Don’t freak out but. Uhm.”

You stared in confusion until you glanced at her neck and it dawned on you. “Oh, uh, the see-through-“

“Yeah. It’s uhm. Some people get weirded out. And honestly I do too if I look at myself in a mirror or something.”

She gestured to her midsection. “It’s uh, why I stay covered up.”

“Oh my god so it turns into-“

“No! Oh thank christ no, My uh, my body burns it all up. Maybe its the cyber parts, but it never goes that far. I’d die if people saw that. But yeah. I, uh. Hope this isn’t too gross.” She bit into the salmon, chewed, and swallowed. Mashed up fish material slid down her transluscent esophagus and past the covering of her shirt/armor.”

“Wow.”

“You’re not freaked out enough to wanna run?”

“Nah. My college bud Donny, now HE was disgusting when he ate.”

“That’s the guy who got in trouble for pretending to hump the statue of the school founder?”

“Jury’s out on wether he was pretending or not.”

She giggled, and sighed with relief. “Dave. This has been… You have no idea how good it feels to just… RELAX, feel comfortable in my own bones… no, SKIN. Tch… Sorry.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, hey I’ve been enjoying this a lot too. I dont… I don’t get this far too often, I chicken out a lot.”

“And the spooky skeleton’s the one you had the courage to talk to? I’m starting to worry you might have a thing for dead chicks.” She joked.

“No, no, I mean, I don’t NOT find you att-I mean… Uh…”

“Relax, it’s a joke. So, uh, what do you do, like, job-wise?”

“Eh, I help out at a pharmacy. You?”

“That’s neat. Me? Standard retail. It’’s not to bad, I sort of have an edge.”

She waggled her right shoulder mounted piece of tech. You could tell when you first saw her it wasn’t a rocket launcher anymore, nearly no revenant still had one, but you didn’t know what she’d replaced it with. “Price scanner,” She said matter-of-factly. She reached up and yanked it from her shoulder, the device extending along a cord.

“Oh, cool! What’s the other one do?”

“Mp3 player.” She had it move to its side, revealing some speakers and headphone port.

“Crazy.”

“Yeah, you’d think I’d be bothered more by the whole cyborg thing? But honestly that part doesn’t get in the way so much.”

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The dinner was eaten, the music was winding down, and you and Deb were just sitting together quietly enjoying each others presence. You hadn’t felt this… blessedly casual with someone of the opposite sex in years, maybe never.

She seemed to be in the same boat. You’d shared some wine, and a tiny bit of blush was showing on her pale face. “Soooo…” She said, idly twirling her lanyard in her hand. “Would you call this thing a success?”

“I gotta hand it to Frank, for once he wasn’t bullshitting me.”

“To Frank!” She said, raising her empty wine glass.

“To that guy.” You say, adding yours to the toast.

“Really though, thanks so much, for, uh, sticking through it. It helped me stick through it too.”

“I think we helped each-other a lot tonight.” You said, placing your hand on hers gently. Her skin felt -really- smooth, and yielded almost like a firm gel. The skin to skin contact sent a jolt through her body, and she smirked, leaning down so her face was level with yours.

“We can still help eachother~”

You swallow. Hard.

She pulls back, covering her mouth and laughing. “Oh, oh man sorry that was… ah…” She exhaled. “Sorry it’s just, well. You know that rumor that all demon’s are horny as fuck?”

“Uh, yeah?”

She looks at you, expression turning sultry, eyes half-lidded, pupils slightly dilated. “It’s true.”

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The tram-ride back to your apartment had been tense. Correction, there was a lot of tension during the trip. In your pants.

She kept teasing you, gently stroking your shoulders, pressing her chest against your back, giggling in that way that you found drove you wild.

You fumbled with your keycard for WAY longer than the action took you were so on edge. But once you were past the door she was on you, kissing, groping, sighing, moaning.

SHe tore open her shirt, revealing her metal chest, that was still very feminine in its design. Suddenly, by some internal command, the breast-shaped lumps on her chassis slid open, revealing honest to god breasts, pale and shiny as her face.

“Told you it didn’t get in the way~” She husked. “-Touch me.-“

You obeyed, reaching out to caress her bosom. She moaned and lurched forward at your touch, forcing your hands to press in hard against her soft, yielding flesh. It was like feeling up an impossibly sturdy jello mold. And you fucking loved it. You found the outline of a nipple and pinched, not too hard, but enough to make her squeal.

The fumbling twirling mess that was the two of you finally found its way to your couch, which you landed onto hard. She was straddling you, dwarfing you in this position. Light from the window reflected through her body, giving her an ethereal quality. She licked her lips hungrily. “Tell me I’m pretty.” She ground her gel crotch against yours. “Tell me I’m sexy.”

“You’re so fucking pretty, you’re so fucking sexy oh my god, oh my god,” You managed to fumble out of your mouth. She stops you by putting her lips around yours. Her tongue is big, and it forcefully dominates yours. The rest of her follows suit, shedding you of your clothes and frantically humping you.

She’s surrounding you. You can feel it. You can -see- it. You can actually see your dick penetrating her, the entire thing. She pulls away from your mouth, she’s riding high, mashing her hands into her tits. “AhNgH! UNH! YES! I NEED IT! I NEED IT!” Her shoulder mounted augments were spinning side to side constantly. Her pace quickened, and she looked down at you with this impossibly happy expression, tears streaming down her face. “Love me! Love me! FUCK ME! AAAAAAAAAAH~”

She came, and the rippling force of it coursing through her soft flesh drove you to follow suit.

Your seed spurted up into her, pooling in some invisible pocket. She panted, looking own, and grinning. “Look what you’ve done…” She said, still smiling.

“Filled me up. Made me feel so human…”

She collapsed on top of you, cuddling into you hard.

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You both came back to some bleary semblance of consciousness an unknown amount of time later.

She was the first to talk.

“Sorry that got weird…” She mumbled, face buried in the couch cushion behind your head.

“It’s okay.” You say.

“Was that too weird? Are you weirded out?”

“No.”

“Would you ever wanna do it again.”

“….yes.”

“Do you wanna be my boyfriend?”

“-Yes.-“

“Okay.” She lay in silence for a second. “If you’re my boyfriend, can you buy me breakfast later on? I like breakfast after sex…”

“Sure babe.”

“Thanks. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And finally, sleep claimed you.