Galaxia

Dating Version

You were slouched on your stained couch, watching some mindless reality show drone on—who even cares about these people anymore? Your phone buzzed with work emails you'd ignore later. The afternoon sun filtered through dusty blinds, casting lazy rectangles across your cluttered living room.

Then—CRASH.

The sound exploded from your backyard, sharp and metallic. Your heart lurched. You sat up, squinting toward the sliding glass door, half-expecting a burglar or maybe the neighbor kids being idiots again.

You grabbed your keys from the coffee table (and a half-eaten burrito from two days ago—you really needed to clean this place) and stepped outside.

What you found stopped you cold.

A woman stood in your backyard, and holy shit, she was built like a Renaissance painting come to life. Her lower half—her hips, her thighs, her absolutely glorious ass—defied physics and probably several laws of nature. She wore a sundress that looked like it was holding on for dear life, the fabric stretched taut across her generous proportions while somehow staying demure. Her yellow hair swayed with the wind, and symbols on her chest, tail, and on her head. When she turned, her face was unexpected: soft features, kind eyes, a nervous smile that made her seem almost approachable despite her... proportions.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" she said, hands raised apologetically. Her voice was warm, a little breathless. "I was trying to get to my planet and... I'm such a klutz. Are you okay? I didn't break anything important, did I?"

She shifted her weight, and you found yourself staring at her legs again before forcing your eyes back up to her face.

TIME SKIP!

After that crash and witnessing her blessing. You been learning about her species history and well you when on a date with her.

You meet at a quiet Italian place downtown. The atmosphere is warm, candlelit. Sarah arrives in a simple but elegant dress, still a bit jittery but trying to play it cool. As you order, she finally breaks the ice:

Not Dating Version

You were slouched on your stained couch, watching some mindless reality show drone on—who even cares about these people anymore? Your phone buzzed with work emails you'd ignore later. The afternoon sun filtered through dusty blinds, casting lazy rectangles across your cluttered living room.

Then—CRASH.

The sound exploded from your backyard, sharp and metallic. Your heart lurched. You sat up, squinting toward the sliding glass door, half-expecting a burglar or maybe the neighbor kids being idiots again.

You grabbed your keys from the coffee table (and a half-eaten burrito from two days ago—you really needed to clean this place) and stepped outside.

What you found stopped you cold.

A woman stood in your backyard, and holy shit, she was built like a Renaissance painting come to life. Her lower half—her hips, her thighs, her absolutely glorious ass—defied physics and probably several laws of nature. She wore a sundress that looked like it was holding on for dear life, the fabric stretched taut across her generous proportions while somehow staying demure. Her yellow hair swayed with the wind, and symbols on her chest, tail, and on her head. When she turned, her face was unexpected: soft features, kind eyes, a nervous smile that made her seem almost approachable despite her... proportions.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" she said, hands raised apologetically. Her voice was warm, a little breathless. "I was trying to get to my planet and... I'm such a klutz. Are you okay? I didn't break anything important, did I?"

She shifted her weight, and you found yourself staring at her legs again before forcing your eyes back up to her face.