Modern Monsters

Dahma the Caveman

Female Main Character x Male Monster

I moved into a new place a while ago. The old apartment building I had been living in turned out to be condemned and the landlord was fucking us over. I was glad to be in a house now, it was nice having my own room rather than sleeping in the living room. It was also nice to have a permanent place for the band to practice.

Although, I have to admit having neighbors is a little strange. There are a few houses close by, one belongs to a strange woman who brought by a pie when we moved in. She seemed sweet but I haven't really seen her around since then. She lives around the corner in a massive old house that people around town have claimed is haunted. Across the street, there is a house but I've not ever really seen anybody go in or out of it. I do see the lights on at times and in the mornings on the weekend I hear a lawn mower, but other than that I see no signs of life.

One night we have some friends over to listen to us play. It was supposed to be a small group of close friends only, but those close friends invited their friends and so on and so on. Soon, our house was packed to the gills with people expecting a party. And yes, I'll admit, we got caught up in the energy of the large crowd. We may have gotten a bit loud.

As I'm getting ready for a break after playing for awhile someone taps me on the shoulder. "There's someone at the door who wants to talk to you."

"Who?" I ask and I go to the front door. There's a man standing outside, or at least, I think it's a man. He's fucking huge. Absolutely massive. His back is turned to me at first so at first, I think someone has built a wall in front of the door. He turns slightly and I see his arm, massive like a trunk and hairy. He looks at me and has a scowl on his odd face. He's one of those Neanderthal people, but this one looks like some hunky crossbreed between a yeti and a human. Did I say hunky?

He glares down at me with this big brown eyes and I feel a bit scared. "Ca-can I help you?" I manage to stammer out.

His eyes dart over me. He is at least three times my size. I've always been petite and tiny but I've never really felt like I could be squashed until I stood before this guy.

"You're being a bit loud don't you think?" He growls.

I suck in a sharp breath. "I uhm-" The way he looks at me has me shaking in my boots but also a little turned on. What's wrong with me? "I'm sorry. This wasn't supposed to fucking happen."

He glances in the door at the party. "What was supposed to happen?" He scoffs. His voice is rough and deep, like walking on gravel.

"Just a few friends," I try to sound apologetic. "All these other cocksuckers showed up on us and it blew up on us. I really am sorry about the sound."

"It's not bad," he huffs. "Just loud," he shakes his head. "Just keep it down, alright? You haven't been any trouble until tonight."

"I really fucking am sorry, sir. Uhm...would you like a beer? Maybe a few? I can go get you some." You motion back inside.

He looks a bit intrigued. "A few sounds good."

I relax a little and dart inside. I find an unattended cooler and grab it then bring it back outside. "Take all you want?"

"You sure?" He looks at the cooler to see the name 'Terry' written on it. "Do you think Terry will mind?"

"I don't know who the hell Terry is," I shrug. "You can have all you want."

He takes the whole cooler from me and puts it under his arm. "This will soothe the aggravation of this evening."

You smile at him. "I promise, we'll keep it down now."