(I really have no preference in terms of first or third so if you want to see my writing in third person feel free to look at my other prompts. And they're all always open as always!)

Saturday, 02:27 PM Breckens's street in front of the local sports center. ARES.

The sports center itself was grand in scale. Fitting, given its namesake: The god of war. Greek, of course, as most people know of him and his divine family. Being one of the first companies to cater to the new folk that have joined modern society, their business boomed. While it was a local chain, at best, announcements of "An Ares opening near you!" are now exceptionally common when you browse the web. Especially when you're someone like me, a guy with a rather weird fetish and eagerness to meet up with tall, big and muscly representatives of demi-humans. Yup, it's rather amusing no? A short guy trying to hit it off with an Oni or looking for a chance with one of the more predatory and truly dangerous by human classification demi-humans...But here I am waiting for you...

I look down at the digital screen of my phone for what must've been the 17th time, scrolling up and down, eyes scanning over the last conversation with my new "Girlfriend", watching the collection of Oni-made and proportioned sports equipment I helped her order and pick online.

We haven't even seen one another face to face yet, and I was already helping you with things like that which left me...Hopeful?

No. No no-no-no. Not hopeful.

Don't call me desperate. I do fidget a little, watching people far taller than me just move over towards Ares's sports center, which just like most new establishments became a non-human friendly activities provider. In fact, the very sports bag, dumbbells, additional weights, and even a rather skintight pair of sports bras, yoga pants and everything else she now had were ordered from here.

It was rare but we managed to hit it off fairly quickly, we even spent the first two days chatting about various stuff, in the end we both had topics to exhaust given the difference in our upbringing. That said I never heard her ask about my height which only made that little ball of anxiety inside of my throat grow as I worried about our first face-to-face meeting.

I lean against the glass wall of the bus stop I was waiting at, trying my best to fit into the area already swarming with groups of friends and couples. The moment famous apps were adjusted to allow easier use for those of all monstrous qualities. Including dragon and hellhound paw or claw-touch support for screens couples of mixed-species began appearing one after another. Of course, there were no extreme pairings yet, Onis or Orcs were out of luck especially for females given their height and a rather traditional mindset of the elderly of the said species. Not that I'm some professional about it, I just got a chance with an Oni girlfriend so I wanted to know what to talk with her about rather than risk doing or saying something inappropriate. That said Oni's weren't really in that much of a bad spot. Like any the variety of jobs opened up to even them. The species like Bunyip's, for example, are still a tricky question, most have their housings provided by the government but there are little to no handlers from both humanitarian multispecies organizations and private recruiters leaving another rather sizable group on a lockdown.

The tip of my thumb dances across the black screen of my smartphone, as I stare at the reflection of my own face in it. Even a passing by harpy working at some postal service is taller than me, as she prepares for another flight. The padding around her claws is already company made, showing just how much the commercialization managed to adapt itself.

My soft index finger slides over to the right upper side of the cellphone, pressing against the power button, once again granting me the digital light of the screen revealing the last message I've sent her after arriving on the spot 20 minutes earlier just in case if she got lost or caught in some traffic.

Daniel: I'm going to wait by a bus stop then, it's right next to the cafe. I'll post an image just in case once I'm there! Can't wait to meet you in person!

The more I re-read the message in my head the awful it sounds.

My thumb runs over the screen again, the clicking is replaced with a sudden flash of the camera as I swap it with the second camera installed on the front, displaying my reflection. Carefully fixing few strands of dirty blonde hair, I hope the nearly baby-faced milky white skin over my face isn't too...soft, given how Oni's tend to have their values quite similar to those of the Orcs, sure there's more drinking but they're pretty much the only species that can barely get drunk in the first place. Hence they're banned from all drinking contests as for them it's more about how much they can drink not how much their head can take.

My small attempts at improving my self-esteem about this whole date is momentarily crushed as I'm a witness to a dwarf in a business suit going on about with his day. He was shorter and yet, the select few human women looked his way as if in awe, the lack of a shaggy beard reaching all the way to his knees and replacing it with some stern yet striking mustache really changed how one can look. Add in a suit and a confident "strut" and viola even a dwarf can easily find himself some partners. I really doubt it...I mean. You're an Oni! I saw her pictures and the ones she sent privately as we got to know one another a bit more. She doesn't look like someone who's interested in someone weak right? I mean sure-sure there was the image of her trying to bake cookies and that was pretty cute and made her even more feminine, but I also got gifs and short videos of things she lifts up. Be they meant for that or not-

In turn, I offered some fancy stuff of myself, either playing some tunes on the guitar. (While having my phone always tilted slightly up to not betray my height while it was being recorded.) To creating those somewhat live-in guides on how to request additional government-provided house equipment etc. It's still a bit new and as with anything, the government's tricky about being clear how to request that stuff. She also mentioned something of an e-mail about new housing which sounded like a great offer, although I don't know why she sent me some tests to fill up alongside it. Either way I think I passed? Given I could see the images and plans, I'm just happy she gets herself a bigger house to suit her needs but it still feels a bit...too large.

I run my hand over the smooth pale cheek, as cries and laughter can be heard from somewhere in front of the sports center drawing my attention for just a moment.

That's when 02:30 hits. My smartphone immediately starts beeping as I'm looking around trying to find her. Left. Nothing. Right. Nothing. I told her what I was wearing so there should be no problem in finding a guy in a bright white polo shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of white sneakers. I also wore glasses, the big nerdy ones but they did suit me. Actually, it's another thing she didn't comment on even if you've seen me with them...

Standing like a sore thumb, I was already assuming the worst, well I couldn't exactly blame her...Hell, what was I thinking?

Thanks for reading, if you liked it. Feel free to hit me up! So for starters, I can say I have no limits in terms of your character's race, height or even body. You're free to play a gym-loving Oni, a soft, plump Orc that actually's far nerdier than she is strong or even someone quite skinny and spooky in appearance. Course the lewder the better though no pressure there either! So yeah I did mention Oni in the prompt but we're free to change it to something else. Hell I'm even fine with variants of popular demi-humans. High elf? Very Tall kitsune that's fit? Some muscled variation of a satyr? I suppose only Lamia's and mermaids are a bit of a hit or miss unless you make them huge in size, not just in height since y'know their tails and all that.

For the story it's a rather generic approach but if you'd like I have few additional stories planned out and I'm open to brainstorm ideas if needed. Overall I can confidently say I'm prepared to go with this story in many ways, but obviously, some wholesome stuff would be best. I would like to discuss stuff via PM's so really, I don't think I have to say more here. If you have any questions feel free to include them in the PM! Ah well, if you want to message me writing samples, character introductions or just a well-thought-out response is always appreciated but, if you can write multi-paragraph responses and enjoy the way I write you're more than free to just send me a few lines that you're interested. The effort's appreciated but not necessary as I know some people don't want to waste time.

Kinks: Amazonian women, either them being dominated or them dominating their partner; breeding; anal, and feet, face sitting, switch relationships, romance, cuddling, playful wrestling, sweat, pubic hair, monstrous characters, musk, giantess, small dom big sub/big dom small sub, futanari, MILF's, very curvy/well-endowed characters, mommy/big sis personality.

Not really kinks but writing preferences: Third person, multi-paragraph responses from both sides. (4-6 paragraphs minimum or more.), mutual worldbuilding.

Limits: Underage.