Ooohh this was going to be a long evening.
My parents, bless their hearts I love them to death, want to meet my girlfriend. It’s not that they’re mamono-phobic or anything, my girlfriend is just…
“Hey Anon, at dinner you wouldn’t mind if I gave you a tailjob under the table, would you?”
…not family friendly.
“Tamara, we’re going to meet my parents. They’re probably the most sheltered people in the state of Iowa, which is already pretty sheltered to begin with. I’m lucky they aren’t racist towards monsters. If they even suspect something lewd, they will probably faint.”
“Faint?” She tilts her head to the side, scratching her chin with one of her large claws. “Well that would mean we wouldn’t have to worry about them catching us. Hell we could probably get away with fucking in their bedroom. Mwahahaha~” I could only imagine the evil grin she had on her face.
“First off, what was the FIRST thing I mentioned when meeting my parents?”
She sighed. “No swearing, I know, I know.”
“Right. And don’t molest me either. Save that for after we leave.”
“I’m in my cycle right now. You know how hard that’s gonna be…” She lowers her head against my shoulder.
“I know, but we should only stay there for about three hours unless they want to bring on the baby pictures. God I hope they don’t decide to do that…” I shuddered in my seat.
We drove out for another thirty minutes in relative silence, getting further out in the countryside until we finally stopped outside a modest little home with a white picket fence, red brick walls, and a roof that needed desperately to be reshingled. There were fake potted plants outside the window, which I always found to be a desperate attempt to make the place look cozier. It was in the middle of nowhere anyway. Not like they get many visitors…
I parked in the driveway, then exited the front and went to the hatch doors in the back of my Ford E-250 with an extended cargo. I popped them open and slid the ramp down so my girlfriend could get out.
“Thanks, sorry…it’s always harder getting out than getting in this thing…”
Fair enough I suppose. She wriggled back awkwardly, her long serpentine body shifting backwards in jerky movements until she was finally out, in all her quirky glory.
My girlfriend was a Wurm, and a rather rebellious one at that. She usually wore black tight clothing and edgy things like ammunition belts and leather bracers made for her claws, but today I made her dress in modest wurm clothing (which was very hard to come by and pretty expensive to boot) designed to make her look less intimidating and make it so that none of her cleavage was showing. Judging by the way she was acting, I’d say she has never EVER covered that part of her body in her life.
“Do I HAVE to wear such shit-I mean itchy clothes? It feels…weird feeling any kind of material over my boobs…” She huddles her large arms to her sides.
“Like I said before, this is just so I know they approve of you for sure. The last thing I want is for them to think I’m some kind of disappointment for dating-”
I paused as I looked over at my girlfriend, who had a very upset look in her eyes.
“-Er, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to imply that you’re a bad girlfriend. I love you, you’re the best thing to ever happen to me.” I place my hand on her cheek and give her a tender kiss. “It’s just that you’re not the kind of girl my parents want me to date.”
“Then why not say screw them and admit you’re dating someone they won’t approve of because you love me, regardless of what they think?” She asks, blushing at my affection.
Her words hit me right in the chest. In a way, she was right. And yet…
“I love you, but I also love them. It’s too early for me to completely alienate myself from them, I’m sure eventually they’ll stop treating me like the sheltered little boy they think I am. But at least for tonight, we need to be a couple they’re happy with.”
She looks to be in deep thought for a second, then slowly nods. “I understand. Let’s get this over with.”
I ring the doorbell, and hear some minor shuffling, followed by a loud bang and a very masculine “AW HECK GOSH DANGIT!” Before the door opened slightly, and a gray haired lithe woman peeked through the crack. After seeing me, the door opened completely.
“Son! It’s so nice of you to accept our invitation. You never come see us anymore…” She throws her arms around me and I reciprocate the hug. God, how I missed you mom…
“Sorry about that, work’s just been hectic and I just haven’t had enough time to juggle work, friends, hobbies, family and…” I gesture behind me. “My new relationship.”
My mom looks behind me and her eyes widen slightly at the sight of Tamara. “O-oh my, she’s a… pretty one. What’s your name sweetie?” My mom asks her.
“P-pleased to meet you, I’m Tamara…” She was quiet, unusually so. If I wasn’t standing next to her I would never recognize her as my girlfriend.
“I see you’re one of those long-bodied types. What are they called again? Lam…l-lamai…limanas?”
“You’re probably thinking of lamias, b-but I’m actually a wurm. We’re more closely related to dragons than lamias.” She corrected, pushing her glasses up her freckled nose.
Without all the eyeshadow and black lipstick she usually wore, she could pull off a pretty cute nerdy look. She lost her contacts, unfortunately. So until then she had to wear her glasses, which she hated.
“Oh! Pardon my ignorance. It’s just that not many mamono come out this far into the countryside, save for holstaurs, centaurs and weresheep. Actually, we have some wolfgirls here too, they’re used as herders, though they’re more expensive than a sheepdog.” My mother was trying desperately to find some way to talk to my girlfriend, just to make up for her failing to guess her species. She was such a worrywart sometimes, all she had to do was invite us in…
I cleared my throat. “Ahem! Perhaps you’d like to give her a tour of the house?” I suggested to my mom, and her face brightened. Showing people her house was one of her favorite things.
“O-of course! Come in, come in!” She beckoned us in.
I breathed a sigh of relief and entered the house, Tamara soon followed, her wide serpentine frame barely squeezing through the door.
“Sorry about the noise you heard earlier. Your father just dropped an iron skillet on his foot.” Mother commented as we entered the living room.
“And it hurt like a sonnovagun!” My father added from the kitchen.
“Language, dear. We have a guest, our son’s very own girlfriend.” She quipped.
“Girlfriend? Well why didn’t ya say so? Let me see-” My father peeked around the corner of where the kitchen and living room met, then he paused, seemingly shocked at her appearance.
“This is her huh? Is she one of them snake-types?” He asked with a grin on his face. Although he was a happy and accepting man, he didn’t really know how to talk to anyone who wasn’t a WASP. As a result, he could come off as a little racist even though he really truly wasn’t. Looking back at Tamara, she didn’t seem the least bit bothered by being called a ‘snake type.’ Good.
“She’s a wurm, deary. They’re more like dragons, according to her.” Mother answered. “Better get some ice for that toe.”
“You don’t need to tell me twice.” My father hopped back over in the kitchen, and presumably got an ice pack from the freezer.
So far so good, things just needed to stay like this.
After the tour of the house, dinner was ready. Mother had prepared us a cornish game hen with homemade macaroni and cheese and mashed potatoes. It looked pretty good, but once we got to the table, we realized an issue…
“So uh…how is she gonna fit in the chair?” My father asks, the table was rather low, and just by standing idle, she was too tall to stand and eat. She could try and sit in the chair and tuck her body behind herself, but the chairs weren’t very sturdy and the top half of her body was still substantially heavy so she may very well break it. Her body was armored, and not as flexible as a lamias, so she couldn’t sit like one unless she had more space in front of her, so if we scooted the seat back accordingly, she would be too far away from the table to eat.
“What are we going to do?” Mother places her hands on her hips.
After some thought, my eyes drifted towards the couch…
* * *
“This was such a good idea, great thinking, son!” My father praises me. We dished the food on paper plates and sat in front of the TV on the couch, my dad sitting in his special chair while my mother, my girlfriend and I sat on the couch, my girlfriend’s tail sprawling to the right of the couch so I could rest my feet on her tail. She rested her head on my shoulder, and we all ate and watched some old western shows, which is all my parents watched nowadays.
Tamara seemed to be enjoying them, oddly enough. Strange since she usually hated watching shows that didn’t have anything violent, lewd or contain gratuitous swearing.
“I gotta tell you, this isn’t half bad…” She sighed happily as she ate another bite of her food.
“The food or the TV?”
“Both, though with the stories you tell me of your mother, I wouldn’t expect anything less of her.” She tilts her head upwards and whispers. “H-how am I doing so far?”
I whisper back, “So far you’ve been wonderful, all you have to do is keep this up until we leave and we can do that sex roleplaying thing you’ve always wanted to try out.”
“You mean the one with the collar?” Her tail starts to wag in excitement, betraying her emotions.
“Yes, that one. Now calm your tail before you break something…”
“Sorry, but…I hope this ends soon, I’m REALLY feeling my cycle hitting hard…” She slowly stops her tail from thumping.
I nodded, and resumed watching the TV show, though after the third episode ended, my mother turned towards us with a very serious expression.
“I’ve been thinking, we want dear Tamara to feel more welcome in this family, after all, there’s a very real possibility you two will be getting…m-married right? Maybe having kids?”
Tamara blushed redder than a cherry tomato, and I looked towards her nervously. Marriage? Kids? We had never actually discussed that. I knew that my mom wanted to be a grandma desperately, and my brother wasn’t going to have kids anytime soon due to a testicular injury long ago. So far, I was her only hope.
“Uuuhhh…” I started to sweat, should I let Tamara answer this? What if she doesn’t want kids? She could potentially break my mother’s poor old heart, but at the same time I didn’t want to answer on her behalf, make plans that Tamara didn’t want. What was I supposed to do??
“I think that sounds like…a viable option in the future…” Tamara said slowly, leaning into me more, her blush turning into a look of bliss on her face.
“You heard me, mister~ I think that marriage sounds like a possibility!” She giggled, wrapping her arms around me.
I couldn’t believe how happy those words made me feel, it was a little out of character for the impish, rebellious tomboy that I fell in love with, but oddly enough I liked this side of her more. A future with her, having **daughterus** and living in an actual home together instead of a dinky apartment…
“Oh, that just sounds just wonderful! Me, a grandmother!” My mother wipes a tear from her eye and hands Tamara the remote. “Now, why don’t you pick a show for us to watch. Something that you like.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Uh… are you sure that’s a good idea? My girlfriend has rather, eclectic tastes in media…”
“Oh pssh, I’m sure it’s nothing we can’t handle! Go on deary! Choose whatever show you want! We want you to feel included in this after all…” Mother insisted.
“Any show I want?” Tamara repeats to herself, getting a strangely scheming look on her face.
“Yes, any show.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you…” I tell them as I see Tamara punching in some numbers with a determined look on her face.
* * *
My parents were out cold, the content of the show was too much for them to handle, and they would probably not awaken for another hour or two.
“Ara ara! Your folks appear to be unconscious…” She trails her claw up my chin, leaning in for a kiss. “Looks like we have the place all to ourselves now…”
“W-we gotta go, now!” I said suddenly, grabbing her by the arm and rushing out of the house.
“Nuuuu wait! Let’s do it in their bedroom! It’ll be so kinky! Shit we can do it on the kitchen table!”
“Have you no shame?” I look back at her incredulously. This was more like the Tamara I knew, though right now I was imagining how disappointed my parents would be when they woke up.
“Jesus, you sound just like your mother! You probably just have too much cum inside you. Let me squeeze it all out before we hit the road~” She tries to coil around me, but I sidestep and point to the van firmly, letting her know that I wasn’t having any of it.
“Into the van, Tammy.”
“Ugh, you’re no fun. We’re still doing the collar when we get back right?” She slithers into the trunk and coils up.
“Eeeeee~” She wiggled excitedly, causing the van to shake a little more than I was comfortable with, and we started the drive home. I would have to do a lot of explaining when my parents came to…