From night club to night club, dusty old bar to stripclub, in every red light district and place in which the heart of the night life beats in Nexus city, there’s a name. You won’t find it on billboards or up in neon lights, instead you may find it written in cherry red lipstick on the back of a discarded napkins, carved into the side bathroom stalls, and whispered in hushed tones by those lucky few who have seen her and lived to tell: Moniqua.
A strange name? Sure, but the name was only the tip of the iceberg. More perplexing questions seemed to be either enigmatic, and even simple questions: Who is she? Where does she live? Is there only one Moniqua? Is she even human? Those tend to be true riddles the deeper on looks.
Funny how legends are made, how even someone completely ordinary, can become almost cryptid through rumors and wild assumptions. The only thing strange or even spectacular about her is worth noting is likely the reason for her reputation. That being that Moniqua is so charming, so seemingly generous, so charismatic that whatever unlucky woman she sets her eyes on becomes putty in her hands and as the night wears on and both women drink more and more, she begins to eye her new drinking companion/best friend/girlfriend/fiance, whatever title she has given them, like prey. Eventually two will leave, and only one will ever return: Moniqua.
Ashely, a red headed girl in her mid forties was busy washing away the memory of her last failed relationship with her fourth shot of cheap whiskey. The piano man played a somber tune, befitting the mood, or possibly even adding to it. The song he sang filled Ashely’s heart with a sense of dread, yet possibly even a sense of hope. The song detailed a very painful breakup, and how after a while the woman began to look one again for love, yet she never let go of her first heartbreak.
As the song finished, Ashely heard a voice from behind her. It was smooth like velvet, but energetic and with a little extra slur, one which would normally be a turn off, but somehow the voice owned it in such a way that it only added to her allure. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing here alone?” the voice mused, and without so much as a peep from Ashely, placed itself next to her on the bar, back facing the counter, legs crossed, and elbows back against the varnished oak. She had short blue hair, a strange mix of formal and informal clothes, and a smile so warm Ashely could feel it melting the ice cubes in her drink. Her breath smelled sweet and intoxicating, like some combination of dark chocolate and high priced wine. Her lips were glossed crimson red. What stood out most to Ashely was her perfectly messy hair, the way it was tossed about so unintentionally it had to be intentional.
She looked at the bartender and indicated Ashely’s glass with a gentle lazy flick of her hand. The bartender gave a knowing smile and removed her half glass of cheap whiskey, replacing it with something a little more expensive, and a lot easier on the throat. One sip and Ashely was in love, downing the whole thing in one swallow, and with another little hand wave to the bartender, the mystery girl got her another refill, supposedly on her tab.
Ashely was no stranger to the generous flirt, and at first she had promised herself not to fall for another big spender, but something about her laid back appearance was oddly comforting, and it helped that the drink had done wonders to loosen her lips. “Now then, do you have a name babe?” She asked, giving her a little chuckle. Babe? That was word Ashely had never wanted to hear again, much less be called, but when she did it something was just… different.
“Ashely, my name is Ashely.” she says, was that a blush, or was she just drunk? Either way she was unable to look the girl in the eyes. Possibly sensing this, the blue haired girl looked up at the ceiling with a breathy sigh, in an effort to avoid direct eye contact.
“Ashely, oh Ashely, that’s a beautiful name! Some girls get all the luck, Ashelies, Blakes, Elizabeths.” she lets out another breathy sigh, looking back down at the girl, “Meanwhile what do I get? ‘Moniqua’ what a silly name.” she chuckles, prompting Ashely to chuckle with her. She was oddly… comforting in a way, which loosened Ashely up even more.
They continued to have a pleasant chat, talking about little things, but with the kind of familiarity that was found in close friends or even lovers. They shared a few drinks, and a couple laughs, eventually Moniqua complained about her back, and Ashely, feeling a warmth overtake her heart, boldly picked the girl up and carried her to a couch placed in an empty corner of the bar. Where they continued to drink some more.
Somehow, Ashely wound up with her head on Moniqua’s lap, her brunette hair being pet in a very soothing way, not to mention how soft Moniqua’s skirt was. After a long time, it was Moniqua who broke the comfortable silence. “So, Ashely, you never answered my question. Was is a pretty girl like you doing here all alone? I would have thought an adorable thing like yourself would have come here on the hip of some very lucky gal.” she jokes.
All those unpleasant memories came flooding back to her, and this time she was too drunk to stop herself from crying. She sat up, turning away from Moniqua, only to feel a gentle hand on her shoulder, “Hey, hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset.” she said, she had already put the pieces together in head, this was just confirmation, “I get it, breakups are tough… but I’d never let you go.” Moniqua soothed, her warm smile was more of a drunken smirk by this point, and her head swayed idly back and forth in a tipsy stupor. She closed her eyes and leaned in with her lips puckered, tempting Ashely with a kiss.
She wasn’t used to moving this fast, but she was so nice, and one kiss wasn’t the end of her life right? Big mistake. At the last moment Moniqua opened her lips inhumanly wide, and in one swift motion she engulfed Ashely’s entire head. Surrounding her in humid breath and the distant scent of liquor.
Ashely was understandably bewildered. This wasn't real right? How could it be” and yet, she felt the rhythmic swallows around her head, and the subtle yet unmistakable feeling of being pulled deeper and deeper into her throat. Ashely came to her senses and tried to push back against Moniqua’s shoulders, but she felt her arms get grabbed and placed back at her side where they were held firmly.
The swallows constantly made progress along her body, never stopping, never giving and inch, her lips stretched over Ashely’s shoulders with no great effort, and eventually pinned her arms to her side with her tight lips and slimy throat. Moniqua laid back, putting her arms behind her head and relaxing, just lazily swallowing the latest meal down just as greedily as always. Ashely’s panicked screams and calls for help fell on deaf ears.
After a while, Ashely began to struggle to breathe and what little air she did get was tainted by the strong scent of digesting meat. All that she could hear now was the slippery sounds of Moniqua’s throat callously drawing her in, and the bubbling pops of the awaiting stomach. Soon Ashely felt her hair get wet, then she felt her scalp being dipped in fluid. It felt fine at first, but eventually the tingling started, and it only got worse as she curled up inside that tight gut.
About the time Ashely truly began to melt, and her muffled panicking screams could be heard, Moniqua finished swallowing her legs. “Urrrrrrrrrrrrrp! Uff, and *hic* there you go~” She gloates in between belches. “Don’t *hic* feel bad Ashe, everyone’s hungry for something, I’m just hungry for love~” she giggles. Ashely couldn’t hear her of course, and even if she did, she was too busy fighting against the harsh confines and screaming at the top of her lungs to supply a response.
Moniqua bit her lip and closed her eyes, letting the feeling of Ashely’s vain struggles lull her into a comfy dreamlike stupor. Though her struggles continued, there was no hope left for Ashely, eventually the screaming stopped and not long after it so did the struggling as Ashely was completely submerged in acid.
When she awoke Moniqua felt her stomach ache, she didn’t normally eat girls with all their clothes on. She sat up and looked around, catching a really cute redhead out of the corner of her eye who couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of her engorged gut. Moniqua smiled and winked at her “Hey there gorgeous, I see you looking, I’ll let you touch it if you tell me your name~”
Over the course of the evening, Moniqua enjoyed her belly rub, and drank herself silly. Ashely was completely forgotten, just another layer of pudge on the thighs of that midnight enchantress: Moniqua.
