The Wooing
Ace and Q exited the shopping center with bags of items. She was having a great day. Of all the things Ace had bought for her, she liked the collar with the bell on the front the most. Like many newmans, she loved bells. She batted it playfully, enjoying the jingling noise it made.
"So, you like how things are going so far?" Ace asked, carrying most of the bags.
"Uh huh," she nodded with a smile, tossing the belled collar into the bag. "Where's the cab?"
"She's not here anymore," Ace said. "I've got another ride for us." A black limo pulled up in front of them.
"You didn't…" Q gasped. A tall female chauffer in a black uniform and sunglasses stepped out and opened the rear doors. Her light brown hair was hidden under her driving cap. Her black-painted lips curled into a smile.
"Hey, Ace," she said in a sulky voice, taking the bags.
"Hey, Florence," Ace replied cheerfully. "You've got perfect timing."
"How the hell can you afford this?" Q asked, getting in.
"Well, I…" Ace stammered as he got in, blushing.
"He'll pay me back by the end of the week," Florence smirked, shutting the door.
"Today's all about you," Ace said, patting Q's knee. "Hey, Florence?"
"Under the seat," she said as the car lifted off. He reached under the seat and pulled out a bouquet of flowers.
"Here you go," he said, handing her the flowers.
"Thanks," she said, smelling them. Unexpectedly, he took one of the smaller daisies and weaved it into her hair.
"I like that look," he said, as her cheeks reddened. "It makes you look like a real cutie."
"We're here," Florence said, landing in front of the Jutto Spa, which looked more like a shrine than a regular building.
"Hey, this place is right next to Regalia," Q marveled, looking out the window at the smaller shrine-like building.
"You've been there?" Ace asked, a little surprised. Q, whose face turned red again, began muttering a string of swears under her breath. "Well, I don't plan on us going there…I mean unless you want to…"Unable to speak coherently, she shook her head.
"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Florence asked, lowering her sunglasses.
"It's best not to mess with her," Ace said uneasily. "She kinda has a…tic."
"What the fucking fuck are we fucking doing…motherfucker?" Q asked, unable to resist adding the last part.
"Remember how we bought those swimsuits?" Ace said, getting out of the car. Q fell into another stream of cursing as she got out of the car.
"You owe me so much for this," Florence said, opening the trunk.
"Is Friday good for you?" Ace asked, grinning with embarrassment. "Alcippe already took Saturday."
Bea walked into Jay's condo building, wanting someone to talk to without having to deal with Ms. Honey. He owned the first three floors, but she went to the third floor where his personal dwelling was. She passed the usual redheaded, golden-eyed, tanned Gerudo women that he always had around as "guards." To everyone but him, they seemed more like a harem. She walked through a hallway and knocked on his door.
"He's not in right now," said one of his guards, peeking out of another room.
"Do you know where he went?" Bea asked.
"Last I saw, he went into the basement."
"What's he doing down there, fixing a boiler?"
"That guy isn't handy at all," the Gerudo woman sighed, "so don't count on it. He's probably with Zola…oops!"
"Who's Zola?" Bea questioned, stepping toward the guard.
"I've got to go now, bye," she said, dashing back into her room. Bea went straight to the teleporter and ended up in the expected dim light of a basement. There were two doors on either side of her. She could hear talking on the other side of the blank wall in front of her. She put her ear to the wall and listened. One of the voices was Jay, while the other was a woman. Her sensitive ear easily heard the conversation.
"Is it supposed to be this long?" the woman asked. Her voice had a strange echo to it. Bea was sure she noticed a Gerudo accent.
"I don't know," Jay said. "Just grab onto it so it doesn't flop around too much." Then there was a pause. "Mind taking off your top?"
"Okay," the woman complied. Bea got a little edgy hearing this. She hoped they weren't doing what she thought they were doing.
"How does this feel?" Jay asked, just before the woman made a slight grunt. "Does it hurt?"
"Not really," the woman said uncomfortably. "It just feels a little uncomfortable."
"I guess I should expect that," Jay said. Then he added almost with alarm, "Wait a minute. When was the last time you had your…uh…period?" Bea got angry and felt fiery energy well up within her. Something in her raised her hand and blasted through the wall with a jet of flame. She recoiled at what she had done, but hopped through the smoky hole in the wall to make sure everyone was okay. She found Jay on top of a very pale nude woman with long fiery red hair. The room was huge, had a very large pool of water, and the walls were made of grey stone. There was also some furniture in the room.
"What the hell are you doing?" Bea exclaimed.
"I know what it looks like…" Jay began, and then angrily added, "Hey, why'd you blast through the wall?"
"Because!" Bea said and drew a blank, blushing. "…I'm sorry, I just wanted to talk because weird stuff's been happening to me lately and…"
"Hold that thought," Jay said, getting off of the woman and standing up. The woman instantly skittered behind him. Bea was shocked to notice a tailfin coming out of her rear. "Zola, this is my friend Bea. Bea, this is Zola." Bea dropped into a sitting position.
"Explain," she said, with a clueless look on her face.
Q swam through the pool in a slow backstroke, letting the water calm her nerves. Her swimsuit looked like a simplified version of her Hunewearl outfit, which was rather conservative for a swimsuit. It was essentially a black small shirt and black shorts of a wetsuit. So far, Ace was winning. She didn't like how everything he'd said was coming true. She was loving her date and beginning to like him more, all in one day. Suddenly, she felt a knot in her leg and instantly arched forward, accidentally sucking in water as she fell into another lapse of cursing.
"I gotcha," Ace said, holding her and swimming her to the side of the pool. "You okay?" She coughed and cursed at the side, crawling out. "That doesn't usually happen… You must be pretty tensed up over something to get a cramp like that. Well, it's all the more reason to go to my second favorite part of this place, massage therapy." He hopped out of the pool and wrapped a towel around her. They walked through a teleporter and reappeared in a waiting room. A tall, dark-haired athletic woman in white clothing seemed to be waiting for them.
"A few minutes early," she said, peeking at her watch. "Whatever. Follow me." She led them into a room with two elevated beddings. "Alright, hop on up and lie down on your back." Q did as told.
"Go ahead and take a break, Hilda," Ace said, beginning to massage Q's feet.
"What the fuck?" Q exclaimed as Hilda smirked and left the room.
"Don't sweat it, Q," Ace assured her, tossing a card up to her. "I'm a licensed massage therapist. And if there's one thing I know, it's that all women like foot massages. After that, I'll move on to your legs, neck, and back."
Q began to protest, but rethought it and sighed. "Fuck it. What the hell? Just don't fu…screw around, you fu…douche bag."
"Why are you holding back?" he asked, focusing on his work. "You know it'll only come back even worse."
"I…don't…fu…like to say this sh…stuff," she struggled to say. "It just…sounds wrong… It's fucking shit talk for the goddamn cunt's sake!" Even Ace had to blush at that last sentence.
"Just try to calm down," he said soothingly, moving to her calves. "If you relax, you won't be so stressed. Less stress equals less shit talk."
"Now he's cursing," Q thought anxiously.
"So," Jay concluded, "I was just checking to see that she's healthy and happy."
"So, you don't know what she is?" Bea asked, glancing at Zola diving back underwater.
"As far as I can tell, she's a hybrid of human and some kind of aquatic…fish-type thing. But she's definitely got Gerudo in her."
"Did you really have to take her top off?" Bea asked suspiciously.
"That's where most of her gills are," Jay said defensively. "Hey, Zola, let's give Bea another chance. I promise she won't freak out again, right?"
"I promise," Bea said shakily. Zola peeked out of the pool and climbed out. Her naked body was a very light blue, almost white. Her fiery red hair hung over her shoulders limply, while her long tailfin seemed to move around on its own. Her slightly clawed fingers and toes were webbed. The delicate fins at the sides of her hips seemed almost like an elegant skirt as they twitched regularly, in time with her breathing. Similarly, the fins on her forearms seemed like the hanging cloth on the sleeves of an elegant dress. Her eyes were like nothing Bea had ever seen. She had the golden irises of a Gerudo, but where the whites of her eyes should have been, there was instead total blackness. In her own exotic way, Zola was actually quite beautiful.
"She's not so scary once you take a good look at her," Jay said. Bea noticed a few things missing on Zola's body, specifically her unmentionables.
"Umm, but one thing," Bea said, not really knowing how to ask. "She seems to be missing a few…features." She saw a bright pink hue appear on Zola's cheeks.
"They only appear when I am…ready," Zola said nervously in her strange echoing voice.
"Or when she lays an egg," Jay added abruptly. Both looked at him, not laughing. "What? Both of you've done it before…Y'know…once a month…without taking that estrogen supplement."
"Please, don't tell anyone about me," Zola said to Bea, before hopping back into the pool.
"So, why did you blast through the wall?" Jay asked smugly.
"I thought you two were…" Bea blushed. "Something just came over me…I'm not jealous or anything." Jay couldn't help but get a huge grin on his face.
"Interesting," Jay said, beginning to pace around her. "You overheard a conversation that seemed to have a lot of erotic context. Now, we've all walked in on Ace and one of his 'friends' at some point. So, it's not really anything new or surprising. Yet, in my case, you heard some things that you didn't like, blasted through the wall, at which point I tackled Zola away from a jet of flame, and you found us in a very suggestive position…Plus, your face is as red as a beet." Bea was speechless, not knowing what to say out of embarrassment. Then, she noticed that Jay was also blushing despite his very wide grin. "Tell ya what; we don't say anything about this and just keep it between us. If you feel the same way I do, no one has to know sooner than we're ready to admit anything out loud. Do you agree?"
"That sounds good," Bea said stiffly. "Umm… Can she hear us?" Zola had been listening from the edge of the pool.
"I won't tell if you don't," Zola smiled.
"And just to make it unofficial," Jay said, pulling Bea close, "I'll tell you my real name."
"It'd better be pretty weird if you keep it such a secret…" Bea said smugly, listening closely. Indeed, it was a great secret that few other people knew. Jay had even taken the incentive to write an "unspoken" contract that prohibited the utterance of his name by anyone except him by threat of legal action. As for why he would do something like that, most of his friends agreed that he was just being overdramatic. "…I thought it might be something like that."
"Now remember, Bea," Jay smiled. "Just between you and me…Hit it!" At his command, his ISL began to play a song called Together Forever. "You've been such a good friend," Jay sang, picking her up.
"I've known ya since I don't know when," Bea sang along, blushing.
Ace was working on Q's back now. She seemed to have been asleep or nearly so ever since she had turned onto her belly. When he began to massage her neck, she flinched slightly and made a nearly inaudible gasp.
Ace grinned, "Note to self: Q's neck is a spot." As he resumed rubbing her neck, she began to make another noise that Ace had learned to appreciate in his experience with newmans. She was purring like a cat, the equivalent of an unconscious moan. Ace could just imagine…but now wasn't the time to be thinking like that.He had one more trick up his sleeve.
"Hey, Q," he whispered gently, causing her ears to twitch involuntarily. "It's time to go." She refused to get up, just as he had planned. He wrapped a towel around her and lifted her into his arms. After recovering their belongings, he carried her back into the waiting limo. She snuggled against and him and purred as he began to stroke her neck and scratch behind her ears.
"So, you got her after the massage, huh?" Florence asked, putting on her sunglasses.
"No, she's just getting comfortable," Ace said, smiling. "But I am getting really close." After a relatively short drive, they stopped in front of a building. "Time to wake up, Cutey." Q readjusted herself and remained still.
"Hey, girl!" Florence yelled. "Time for you to get out! I've got other places to be!" Q slowly sat up and looked out the window.
"Wait," she said, letting her eyes adjust. "This is my apartment."
"Yep," Ace smiled. "I hope you liked our date. Want me to walk you to your door?" Q froze in place, letting his words process in her mind. This wasn't the Ace she had known. Wasn't the whole point of the date to get into her pants?
"Aren't you going to try to fuck me?" Q blurted.
"This is definitely going to cost you extra," the chauffeur muttered. "Listen, kid. That just wouldn't be gentlemanly of him. Furthermore, that's not very ladylike of you to ask."
"Fuck up, cunt!" Q shouted tersely, before turning back to Ace angrily. "And you, what the fuck is up with your shitty shit? You tell me all this shit about you going fuck me, building up all this good shit like the clothes, the fucking bells, and that goddamn massage therapy. And through all that shit, I'm trying to resist the whole fucking time. Like hell that worked. I was yours by the fucking time you started fucking around with my fucking neck. And now, after all that damn purring, your ass tries to drop me off at home? Don't the fuck you tell me you're just a big tease."
"Wow," Ace said, wideeyed. "Well…I just like to mess with girls first before…"
"Hey, bitch," Q said to the driver. "Take us wherever the fuck this jack-off usually takes his first-timers." Florence sighed and flew the car back to Regalia, near the Jutto Spa. One of Regalia's functions was to be a "love hotel."
"Wow," Q said, her anger dissipating. "That looks expensive."
"I've got a membership discount," Ace said, getting out. "Florence, I'll see you Saturday." She blew him a kiss and drove off. When they went into the lobby, the android receptionist instantly recognized him and waved him over to a teleporter. The teleporter took Ace and Q to a fairly luxurious suite. The lights were dim and a there was a holographic roaring fire.
"Nice," Q whistled. Ace wrapped an arm around her shoulder and began to stroke her neck. He led her to the bedroom. She got nervous at this point, but was surprised to see a completely average-looking bedroom.
"I like to keep it simple," he explained. "Just relax. I promise you'll like it."
"Listen, Ace," Q said hesitantly. "I haven't done this in a while. So could you…?"
"I'll take it nice and slow," Ace assured her, hugging her.
"That's more like it," she said, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him.
Before they could touch lips, the phone rang suddenly, "Turn me on, baby!" Q immediately threw it against the wall and stomped on it repeatedly.
"Goddamn," Ace sighed, as she effectively smashed it. After being satisfied with the pieces of plastic and wire on the floor, she returned to him and started over.