Chapter 34

You yawned as you set your tray of food down next to the succubi squad.

“Morning Anon!” said Decara.

“Morning. So… How’s he doing?” you asked, eyeing the haggard form of Brez.

The poor guy looked like he hadn’t slept a wink last night. Getting power-raped by multiple succubi for hours on end would do that to a man, you supposed. He would probably be sprawled out on the bench if it wasn’t for the succubus holding him in her lap. She had her arms protectively wrapped around him as he leaned back onto her shoulder. Another of his honeymooning semen-demons was gently spoon-feeding him some oatmeal.

“Great! We’re all getting along just fine.” Said the succubus holding Brez. She nuzzled his face and licked a dollop of oats off his cheek.

“Yeah, but is he alright? He looks a little… peaked…” you said.

“Oh, he’s just recovering some mana. We took a lot out of him you know.”

“A LOT.” Added another succubus, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

“Well congratulations, I guess. Just don’t forget to uphold your end of the bargain.” You said, pointing your spoon at the gaggle of succs.

“Fine, fine. Just don’t expect us to do anything miraculous on your behalf; if a dragon decides she’d like an exotic piece for her hoard, I’ll throw you to her myself.”

Not the most loyal bunch, but they’d do. At least you had somewhere to sit at meals now. Having to constantly protect your ass from groping paws was exhausting. And now that the foundation was established, it was time for some muscle…

“You wouldn’t happen to know any other girls that would be interested in making a “deal” with me, would you?” you asked.

One of the succubi laughed. “I doubt you’ll get many offers with the Dash just around the corner.”

“The what?”

The succubus laughed even harder. “Oh wow, you didn’t hear?! Did you have to practice to get that oblivious or is it a natural talent?”
“The ‘Dorm Dash’ is what the academy calls the night mamono claim their husbands.” Said Decara.

“By crashing the male dorms?”

“Let’s just say they aren’t ‘male dorms’ year-round; after the Dash, they’re coed.”

“So all the guys just get raped?” you asked.

“Oh no! By now many of the men have met monsters they’re interested in. For many couples the Dash is just an exciting romantic tryst. Your lover barges into your room and you welcome her with open arms before spending the night together as you passionately consummate your love…” The succubus blushed and held her cheeks as her tail waggled behind her. What a sweetheart.

“…And the single boys get rough, pelvis-bruising, bedframe-cracking, wall-shaking rapes!” Said the other succubus. She shuddered and wiped away a bit of drool.

 Probably best to NOT be taken in such a manner…

“Why don’t they just blitz guys the second they show up?” you asked.

“It’s an unspoken agreement. Right now the male dorm is like a big cake; everyone will get their slice eventually but for now you’ve got to keep away the claws that are trying to get a taste of the frosting.”

“Bullshit! I’m nearing double-digit rape attempts and I haven’t even been here a month!” you said.

“Yeah, but have you ever seen the same girl try twice?” sneered a succubus.

“No.”

“And why do you think that is?”

“Cause they learned not to fuck with me.” You said.

All the succubi giggled this time.

“You know, I think I’m starting to see why so many monsters are going after him.”

“Cut him some slack. I think that attitude is endearing.”

“That ‘attitude’ is going to get him drained…”

You squirmed in your seat. Clearly you were VERY wrong in your assumption that the monsters trying to break into your room were intimidated by you.

“So it’s been the other monsters punishing them?” you asked.

“Yep. Anyone caught with their hand in the cock-jar gets the shit hazed out of them. It isn’t something you live down easily.”

“What about all of you? Why’d you take me up on my offer if you knew you were going to get hazed?” you asked.

“Because you actually exploited a loophole.” Said Decara.

“There’s something known as the ‘vampire clause:’ if a MAN lets you into the dorms, you won’t get shit for it. Now, if we had opened the door ourselves…”

“Why even make the deal in the first place if you could have just claimed him in… Actually when is the Dorm Dash?”

Decara looked at the ceiling and counted on her fingers. “Six days from today.”

“Well if we tried to claim him during the dash, we’d have to fight for him. There’s only so much dick in those dorms you know.” Said a succubus condescendingly.

“And we were horny.”

The rest of the succs nodded and hummed in agreement. Of course… How could you forget…

“So you’ll help me out during the Dash, right?” you asked.

“What? No.”

You almost dropped your spoon.

“What do you mean-“ you lowered your voice as you noticed a few adjacent mamono looking your way “What do you MEAN no? We had a deal!” you hissed.

“Maybe I’m understating the importance of the Dash; it’s like a holiday here.”

“Yeah, if you have a husband, you spend the Dash with him.”

“We can fuck in your room if you’d like. That way, we might be able to stab at them or cast a few spells if we aren’t too busy.”

You and the rest of the succubi stared at the succ who had made the suggestion. She pouted and nibbled on her biscuit. “It was just an idea…”

“Back to the point, what the FUCK am I supposed to do?!” you said.

“Find a wife, I gesh.” Said the obnoxious succubus through a mouthful of food.

“I know a unicorn who would LOVE to meet a sweet young man~” teased the succubi holding Brez.

“Then it's too bad Anon’s a dick.”

You glared at the succubus. She didn’t even blink. “What?”

“Thanks, but no thanks. The whole point of this bargain was to PREVENT me from getting wife’d in the first place.”

“Sorry Anon. If you’re still single after all this is over, we’ll help you out. I promise.” Said Decara.

“Why you’re so averse to getting laid is beyond me. Was sex some sort of ultimate taboo for your people?” asked the succubus feeding Brez.

“No. I just…”

You faltered as the words caught in your throat. Admitting that you hadn’t decided on which species you were going after would be injudicious. Letting mamono know that it wasn’t some strange custom or cultural influence from Earth, that it was just you taking your sweet-ass time sightseeing and trying to figure out which species to commit to, would be a death sentence. Any sense of leniency would vanish. Just like your pelvis.

But now you had the attention of the succubi. Might as well be playing poker against Professor X. You could already see them exchanging glances and grins.

“Just what?”

“I’m just not ready.” You said.

“Tell us!” said the succubus next to you, poking you in the ribs with her tail.

“There’s nothing to tell!” you said.

“You can’t lie to a succubus about love! Spill it.” Said the loud one.

“Do you have someone in mind already? Are you trying to woo her?”

“No. I’m going to class. If you’re going to leave me high and dry during the Dash, fine. I’ll just protect myself.” You grumbled.
“If you can protect yourself, why did you need us in the first place?”

You grit your teeth and left the lunchroom as the bant-ubuss snorted in amusement. Time to find a backup plan. Fast.

~~~~~~

“Anon!”

You snapped to attention. Gelvie was giving lecturing your class about how they were all obese, worthless, incompetent… Nothing you hadn’t heard before. Tuning her out was second nature at this point.

“What the hell did I just day Anon?” asked Gelvie.

“That we’re shit and have no talent?” you said.

Gelvie’s nostrils flared with irritation. Shit…

“Well Anon, if you’re intelligent enough to know what I’m saying when you’re not paying attention, you’re smart enough to help me teach class today.” Said Gelvie sweetly.

Shiiiiitttt…

“Come over here, just stand right over there.” Said Gelvie gesturing to a spot beside her.

“Are you sure, I think there are other monsters here who would be MUCH better candidates fo-“

“NOW, MEAT!” roared Gelvie.

Her shout was now a Pavlovian cue to move quickly. Your legs were already hustling towards her before your brain could react. Gelvie relaxed a bit. A bit too much… Whatever she was planning wasn’t good.

“Now then, which of you lot are going into the slaver business?” asked the minotaur.

A few monsters raised their hands.

“How about military? Any of you plan on serving after graduation?”

More hands.

Gelvie nodded. “And how many of you are planning to get a husband through those careers?”

Most of the hands that were raised stayed up. Nice to know “slave catcher” was a valid career here…

“Well today, we’re going to learn the proper technique for capturing a slave.”

SHIT.

“Ma’am, I REALLY don’t think that this is the best time for me to be an assistant professor.” You insisted.

Gelvie sneered at you. “What’sa matter? Don’t want to be a slave?”

“That would be ideal, yes.”

Her grin widened. “That’s the spirit.”

Oh fuck. How could you fall for such a classic?! Your skills must be getting rusty from not shitposting in more than a year…

“First things first: when you’re raiding a village, the approach is important. The more time the humans have to prepare, the harder it’s going to be to fight them. Your goal is to subdue as many humans as you can before they can sound the alarm. Trust me, it’s a real pain in the ass to go through every closet and cupboard to find the stragglers.” Said Gelvie. “Here’s the situation. I’m going to start over there, and Anon will stay here. Anon, you can run or piss yourself or whatever else humans do. Just try to get away.”

“I can do anything?” you asked.

Gelvie scowled at you. “What do you mean?”

“Can I try and stop you?” you asked.

Gelvie cocked her head in confusion, then burst into laughter. “HA! You know what? Sure. If you want to try and stop me, go ahead.”

Nice! With magic on the table they wouldn’t have to scrape you off the ground with a spatula.

Gelvie trotted over to her starting area. “Ready?” she called.

“Yeah.” You called back.

Gelvie didn’t waste any time. Digging her hands into the ground, she used the earth as leverage to launch herself into a sprint. Fuck she was fast! In just a second she was almost a third of the way to you.

Think!

She was moving too quickly to launch a proper counter-offensive. Panic ruled over careful planning, and you raised a barrier in front of you and squeezed your eyes shut. There was a loud crunch and a chorus of cringing onlookers as Gelvie hit the wall at full tilt. The force of the impact was more than you could handle. Though Gelvie hadn’t made it all the way through, the energy she transferred was more than you were putting out. You gasped and collapsed to your knees as the sudden wave of fatigue washed over you.

Gelvie drunkenly teetered off to your side. She took a few more steps towards, and then past you before falling down into the dirt. At least that was over.

“Anon…”

You gulped.

Gelvie peeled herself out of the dust and approached you. You scrambled to your feet and turned to face her but she was upon you before you could raise your hands to cast a spell. Seizing both your wrists, she hoisted you up and held you in front of her face.

“What was that Anon?” Asked Gelvie softly.

“A barrier.” You whimpered.

“I KNOW WHAT IT IS! I WANT TO KNOW WHY IT WAS THERE!” shouted Gelvie.

“Y-you said I could do anything…” you said.

“I meant anything PHYSICAL.” Seethed Gelvie shaking you back and forth.

“You did tell him anything…”

“Yeah, magic is all he’s good for too. How did you not see that coming?”

“You’re lucky he didn’t just throw you.”

Gelvie glared at the rest of the class, silencing the hecklers.

“You’re in MY class. And in MY class you train your BODY. Save your magic for Zara’s band of cowards.” Gelvie tossed you down and dusted herself off. “Fortunately for you, I’ve been bashing my head against harder walls since I was born. Now, let’s try that again.”

“Do I still have to be the slave?“

“Yes.”

Oh.

“At least give me a weapon.” You insisted.

“Fine. One of you, give him something. Doesn’t matter what. He won’t be able to lift it anyways.” Said Gelvie as she walked back to her starting position.

You jumped as a hail of swords, daggers, clubs, and even a bow were tossed your way. The rest of the class was silent, eagerly anticipating your choice of weapon. Was borrowing a weapon a sexual thing?

Of course it was. They were monsters.

But who threw which one? A lump formed in your throat as you realized that you may be condemning yourself to a random monster. Just pick something small, something that a would be wielded by a girl you could keep under control if she tried to rape you.

Without taking your eyes off the crowd, you slowly crouched down to pick up a small sword. The crowd groaned, except for an ocelomeh that licked her lips. Locking eyes with you, she mouthed to pick it up.

Not this one…

“You got ten seconds!” shouted Gelvie. “Ten… Nine…”

Quickly Anon, quickly…

One of the daggers caught your eye. A little string with a note was tied around the handle. You unfolded it.

“Feel free to use this, no contract this time” – Voso.

She had also drawn a little heart next to it. Surprisingly kind for someone who had tired to charm you into submission yesterday. This didn’t mean you were forgiving her.

You picked up the dagger and turned to face Gelvie. The other monsters moaned loudly and began to argue with each other.

“…Two… ONE!”

Gelvie charged at you again. Wait a minute, daggers are shit! What the fuck were you supposed to do to an angry mino sprinting at you?! Even if you stabbed her in the face the momentum alone would be enough to put you in a coma. Standing still was not an option. If you ran away from each other, at least the impact wouldn’t be as bad.

Turning heel, you began to sprint in the opposite direction. Seeing you flee, the class began to jeer and holler. Some urging you to run faster, others condemning you for running.

In the end, it didn’t matter. Gelvie caught up to you in a matter of seconds. As she approached, you tried to turn and stab her, but she grabbed your wrist and twisted the knife out of your hand. An involuntary squeal of confusion was squeezed out of you as Gelvie swept your legs and folded you lengthwise in one swift movement. After a moment you stopped struggling and focused on breathing. She was bearhugging you from behind, with your face stuffed between your legs like you were caught in the middle of your toe-touches. It was impossible to get any leverage, and it was supremely uncomfortable.

“Now this” Gelvie shifted your weight a little to get a better grip on your body “is an advanced technique. Unless you’re one of the bigger girls, you won’t be able to catch a man like this. The important thing is how I disarmed him. Did everyone see it?”

Everyone was too busy laughing at you to respond. This damn cow would pay for this…

“I didn’t, ma’am. Could you please demonstrate that again?”

It was that fucking dark elf that had tried to break into your room. Even though you couldn’t see Gelvie’s face, you knew she was smiling.

“Of course! Anon, you don’t mind helping out a little more, do you?” Gelvie squeezed you hard, forcing the air out of her lungs. Dropping you to the ground, she slid the dagger back to you with her hoof. “Pick it up.”

You picked up the knife and waited for Gelvie.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“You’re going to kink my spine no matter what. What am I supposed to do?”

“Defend yourself!”

Gelvie lunged at you and you held your hands up instinctively. She grabbed your wrists and flung you sideways into the dirt. This time, she didn’t bother disarming you. You slashed wildly at her ankles as she closed the gap. For a second you were able to keep her probing hands at bay, but Gelvie switched tactics. Moving to your feet, she used your ankles to roll you over before you could reach down to stop her. You twisted painfully as your body tried to rotate with your hips and legs. Straddling you, the mino pinned your knife hand to the ground and latched a hand onto the back of your neck.

“It can be tricky to deal with humans who are flailing like that. Worst when they’ve holed themselves up somewhere. I once spent three hours trying to pull a farmer out of a wardrobe he had hidden himself in. Anyways, once you’ve got a human, it’s important to restrain them right away. You may be tempted to just rape them on the spot, but you need to make sure there aren’t anymore humans around. If you just pin them, they can get back up and fight again if more men show up. So now we’ll practice restraining. One of you toss me that rope.”

The word ‘rope’ caught your attention. Normally you didn’t pay attention to Gelvie’s lectures; you weren’t interested in becoming a slaver and you didn’t intend to ever set foot in Order territory. Her reasons as to why these techniques should be learned was moot. Avoiding a hogtie was something that was absolutely worth paying attention for.

You wriggled and squirmed as a bundle of rope plopped into the dirt next to you. Gelvie lowered herself down to put a bit more pressure on you.

“Mmm… Love it when they squirm. Like I said, it may be tempting to just tear their clothes off, right away, but you can always do that later. A quick sweep of the area and you’re all set. If you’re good, you can get back to your man in a few minutes.” Said Gelvie as she patted your head with her free hand. “Don’t be afraid to give commands either. Humans are submissive and will usually listen to what you say. Anon, drop the knife.”

You flicked the knife away. The chances of you getting out of this were slim. If you were going to get tied up, following her instructions would at least save you a few rope burns.

“Hmph. Didn’t expect that from you. This isn’t too important, but it’s a good practice to praise and reassure cooperative humans. Once they understand that you’re not here to hurt them they get pretty docile.” Said Gelvie. Her right hand released your arm and began petting your head. “There… That’s it. You’re alright. I’m not going to hurt you. Just do as I say and everything will be alright.”

Her voice was surprisingly motherly when she wanted it to be. Even when you were face down in the dust, sandwiched between her thighs, you felt some of the tension slipping out of you. Gelvie had your wrists tied behind your back in in instant. Moving down to your feet, she bound them as well and connected them to your wrists with a separate rope segment.

“This is my personal favorite tie because you can do this.” Said Gelvie. She used the rope connecting your limbs to lift you like a duffle bag. “Might be impractical for some of you smaller folks. Not because you can’t lift him, it’s just a lot easier to balance the weight when he’s smaller than you.”

“Can I try that, Miss Gelvie?” asked the dark elf.

“No.” you said.

The minotaur took the ropes off your wrists and ankles. “Actually we’ll be breaking into groups now. Everyone find a man, three or four girls to a human. Practice disarming and tying. If you’re not using the human, the other group members can practice disarming each other.” Said Gelvie.

“Can I be in Anon’s group?” asked the elf.

“NO.”

“Sure, why not. Just don’t take it too far.” Said Gelvie. She gave you a slap on the back, sending you flying into the dark elf’s arms. The elf wrapped you tightly in her arms, leering down at you.

“Hi there, little guy. You’re gonna behave for me right?” she said through bared teeth. This was about to be EXTREMELY unpleasant. Was it worth it to use magic and get rid of her? Surely she couldn’t do anything TOO dangerous. You were still in class after all.

“Get your filthy hands off of him.”

Voso! Picking up her dagger and wiping the dirt off on her sleeve, Voso glared at the elf.

“He’s MINE Rhodon.” Said Voso.

The elf slowly took her hands off of you, then shoved you into the dirt at the demon’s feet.

“Then take him. Ah, I forgot! You won’t.” said Rhodon. “I guess the spine you grew when you tried to charm him must have been knocked out when you got hit by that harpy.”

Voso clenched her fists.

Rhodon snorted. “Everyday that he goes unmarried is an affront to Extremist ideals. I can’t believe you of all people are sticking up for him.”

“Druella’s tits, are you just going to whine about how he hasn’t been jumped or are you actually going to get off your dainty ass and do something about it?”

Demoto sauntered through the thinning crowd and up to Rhodon. “…Cause I don’t think you’re capable of the latter.”

Rhodon’s face twitched as she tried to keep her composure. Demoto was a only half a foot taller, but a hell of a lot bulkier. She tried to shove the chimera back, but Demoto didn’t budge.

“I’m not dumb enough to try anything here, hybrid. Not after what happened after your little magic show. And for the record, I don’t care whose thighs he ends up between. I only want that arrogant shit to learn a human’s PLACE in the world.”

“YOU FOUR, GET TO WORK!” shouted Gelvie.

“Goodness, it looks like we’re all in a group together.” Said Rhodon with mock surprise. “Who want’s first go at him?”

“Me.” Said Voso.

You snagged a practice sword from one of the racks nearby and took your place. Voso didn’t bother with any weapons. She had a coil of rope in one hand and the end in the other. Creeping up to you, she waited until she was just out of striking range. Feinting forward, she twisted away from your sword as you swung and tossed the loop of rope over your head. Tugging the rope with her other hand, she pulled you towards her. In an impressive display of flexibility, she stuck her leg up past your head as you stumbled, hooking the back of your head in the crook of her knee. Voso finished the movement by pulling you down with her leg until she was on one knee with your neck firmly sandwiched between her thigh and calf. Her tail curled around your sword arm and pulled it tight, preventing you from swinging.

“Please don’t struggle, I know this is uncomfortable but I don’t want to hurt you.” Said Voso.

Holy shit. Honestly, you weren’t even mad. In one motion you had gone from defending yourself to lassoed with your head pressed into Voso’s firm thighs. How the hell was the Order still around?

You gurgled out your surrender as her leg continued to choke you out. Voso’s tail tugged your wrist back and forth as it wagged involuntarily. Cute. Even if she was an attempted rapist, you just couldn’t bring yourself to hate this cute blueberry.

Voso let your neck go and began tying your hands behind your back. You were about to tell her to stop grinding her crotch against your back when a pained yowl made both of you jump.

Rhodon and Demoto were fighting. Whatever had sparked the confrontation, they had now given up any semblance of training. Rhodon pulled her sword out of the chimera’s paw and cartwheeled away from a jet of flames.

“STOP STABBING ME, TWIG!” roared Demoto. Her wings beat and she shot towards Rhodon.

“We’re learning DISARMAMENT. If you want me to stop stabbing, disarm me.” Said the dark elf. Her eyes widened as she realized she couldn’t dodge the mountain of hooves, claws, skin and scales hurtling towards her. Demoto crashed into her with a gut-wrenching crunch.

Rhodon was the only one to move after they skidded to a stop. With a crazed look on her face, she used her legs to push herself out from under the chimera. Demoto groaned as Rhodon’s high-heels pressed against her face and breasts. As she rolled over, you inhaled sharply. Rhodon had managed to skewer Demoto as she was being tackled. Rhodon planted her foot on Demoto’s gut and wiggled the sword in her chest back and forth.

“What’s the matter? Come on! Tell me again how I’m too weak to rape anyone!” shouted Rhodon. She twisted the hilt sharply eliciting a sharp gasp from Demoto. The poor chimera’s hips bucked wildly.

“No!”

Rhodon turned her attention to you. Voso didn’t stop you as you scrambled out from between her legs.

“Leave her alone, you pointy-eared sadist.” You said.

The rest of the class, Gelvie included, were now watching the drama unfold.

“Yeah? And are you going to be the one who stops me? I hope your into this kind of thing, Anon. Because when I get my hands on that scrawny hide of yours, I will make sure to perforate every INCH of your body with silver pins~”

Rhodon pulled the sword out a few inches and jabbed it back into Demoto. Magic flowed into your hands as your temper flared.

“No magic, Anon.” said Gelvie.

Rhodon laughed. “No magic, hmm? Well I’m sure that you have all sorts of OTHER skills you can use to stop me right? Martial arts? Your wits? Brute strength? I’ll tell you what, if you get on your hands and knees and BEG to kiss my ass, maybe I’ll let your friend here go.” Said Rhodon turning around to give you a view of her brown bubble-butt.

The light around your fists flared. Voso put her hand on your shoulder. “Don’t do it. It’s not worth it. Demoto is tough, she’ll be fine.” She hissed.

You exhaled and tried to get some of the magic in your hands to dissipate. You looked at Gelvie. “Are you going to stop this?”

Her face radiated contempt. “Only a coward needs someone else to do things for them. If you want her to stop, you do it yourself.”

“Fine. I will.”

Eyes widened and wry grins spread as the crowd tensed in anticipation. No doubt that the crowd expected you to get hacked to pieces trying to swordfight a dark elf. And that would be true. If you weren’t a skeevy cheating bastard.

You looked Rhodon in the eyes and took a step towards her. She laughed and pulled the sword out of Demoto, flicking away the droplets of mana and sauntering towards you.

“I’ll give a hug to whoever stops her.” You said, without breaking eye contact with Rhodon.

Rhodon’s face went pale. As pale as a dark elf’s face could get. For one second, the only noise on the practice field was Demoto’s breathing. Every pair of eyes snapped from you to Rhodon.

“No, don’t listen to him.” Squeaked Rhodon. “T-this is between me and Anon, no one else can interfere!”

A werewolf broke the tension and sprinted at Rhodon. The split second the elf turned away from you proved to be one second too many. A whistle deafened you as Voso whipped a dagger past your head. You’d have to check later, it felt like she took a few hairs off next to your ear…

The dagger embedded itself in Rhodon’s head with a gooey thud. She fell flat on the ground, unable to use her arms to soften the fall. She let out a little coo of pleasure as an orgasm rocked her body, and then lay still.

Everyone stared at the elf, (who was now leaking fluid through her leotard), wondering what to do next.

Voso put her hand on your shoulder. “Hug please.”

Oh, right. Voso held her arms out for you as her tail thrashed madly behind her. You wrapped your arms around her and she pulled you the rest of the way in. She slipped one of her arms across your lower back and used the other hand to hold the back of your head. Her body shuddered and she made a high-pitched hum signifying her contentment.

Gelvie sighed. “Alright, show’s over. Get back to work, idiots.”

The other monsters went back to whatever it was they were doing. Voso ignored them, slowly rocking you from side to side in her arms.

“Voso…”

“No. You said I got a hug, you didn’t say how long it would last. As long as I keep you here, it’s still just one hug.” Said Voso.

Fucking demons. Leave it to the Extremists to milk a hug.

The werewolf cleared her throat behind you. “Uhh… I helped too. So, can I uh… Can I get a hug too?”

You sighed. “Yeah, give me a second.”

“Anon!” said Voso.

“What? She helped. The least I could do is give the poor girl a hug.” You said.

“Hmph.” Voso held you tighter and pouted.

“I could come back later if this is going to take a while…” said the werewolf.

“No, no. It’s fine. Voso, come on. It’s her turn.” You said letting your arms dangle at your side.

“No! Put your arms back! If you don’t finish the hug it’s a breach of contract!” said Voso.

“Breach of contract?! It’s a hug! Get off of me!” you said. Pressing against her stomach you tried to push her away.

“NO! I’M NOT DONE YET!”

“WOMAN, THE HUG HAS ENDED!”

You heard the werewolf mutter something about a raincheck and walk away.

“I WILL NOT BE DENIED!” screamed Voso. Her tail coiled around one of your legs.

Well shit. Looks like you weren’t getting out of this one. The only places to push her away were her hips and breasts. Touching either was a bad idea, doubly so because of Voso’s mood. With nothing better to do, you put your arms back around Voso. She gasped and squealed as your hands closed in over the small of her back.

“Anon! I feel the same way about you too! We can get married later today. How many kids do you want? I have names for the first sixteen, but- OH! None of them are names from your world! Ha ha! You’ll probably want family that reminds you of home right? I don’t know any {Earth} names. What are some good ones? They have to be sexy though. Or brave!”

“I’m just finishing the hug…” you said quietly.

Voso’s nails dug into your skin a little as her hands tightened their grip. “Ah, yeah. Right. Just finishing the hug. Sorry, I got a little ahead of myself…”

She finally let you go. As you slipped away from her, she caught your hands in her own. “Just, uh, keep me in mind when you are ready to choose someone, okay? You can still pick someone even if you can’t have sex you know. If they’re the right person, they’ll wait for you.”

She was smiling but her eyes were full of hurt. Muh heart…

“We should go check on Demoto.” You said. In reality, you couldn’t bear to look into those eyes any longer. That would be how you went down, wouldn’t it? Falling for some monsters puppy eyes because you couldn’t bear to break their heart. Not undone by some rapist’s malice, but by your own bleeding heart. Irony sucks…

The chimera was still passed out on the ground. There was no wound to be seen, but there was a constant stream of mana flowing out of her chest.

“It’s still coming out…” you said.

Voso gave you a look. “Yeah, it sure is Anon. Are you going to stop it?”

“I can do that?”

Voso pursed her lips and stared at you.

“Just tell me how if you’re going to make that face.” You said.

“Men have it easy. Just pour some of your energy into her.”

“That’s it?”

“Yep.”

“Just ‘shaaa!’ and done?” you said flicking your hands.

“You don’t have to make that noise.”

You put your hands a few inches over her stomach where the mana wound was. Focusing hard, you tried to imagine your own mana flowing into Demoto. After a few seconds, you unscrunched your face and looked at the wound.

“I don’t think it’s working…” you said.

“Try touching her. Sometimes it helps people to have contact.” Said Voso.

Placing your hand on her stomach, you tried again. Man she was warm. Was that because she breathed fire?

“There it goes.” Said Voso.

Sure enough, the wisps of distorted air coming though your fingers shrank and then stopped.

“She’s not waking up.” You said.

“She sure isn’t Anon. That tends to be the case when you’ve just had most of your mana drained by a sword.” Said Voso.

This fucking demon…

“Can we wake her up?” you asked.

“You can pour in some more mana and see what happens. If we just let her rest she’ll wake up too.”

“I’ll just add a liiiitle more.” You said. Placing your hands back on her body you focused on pouring mana into Demoto as slow as possible.

Her brow furrowed and she twitched a little. Groaning in her sleep, her hands reached up towards you. Voso yanked you back by your collar just before her massive mitts could grab you. Demoto snored loudly and rolled over.

“I think I’ll just let her rest.” You said.

“Then I guess we can go back to practice~” said Voso. She picked up the rope smiled seductively at you.

Class wasn’t even half finished and all other partners were unconscious. Voso licked her lips and began strutting towards you.

Fuck.

~~~~~~~

“Holy shit Anon, is someone abusing you?” asked one of the succubi.

“You could say that…”

You rubbed your aching wrists. It felt like half your body had rope-burns with how many ways Voso had trussed you up. Every time she disarmed you she took her dear sweet time holding you down and making sure you were “secure”. Hell, the last half hour of class she wasn’t even practicing her restraints! Sure, she told you that she was trying out some “ancient Zipangunese binding art taught to her by a kunoichi” but you knew by the way that those ropes hugged your crotch that it was a bondage tie. The inside of your thighs still hurt…

“If you’re getting roughed up now, you aren’t going to survive the Dash.” Said the smugcubuss.

“No thanks to you lot.” You said.

“We’ll help if we can.”

“But we probably won’t.”

“Weren’t you trying to rope more mamono into helping you?”

“I’m working on it.” you said defensively.

“Better work fast.”

“Any of you have any idea who else might take me up on my offer?” you asked.

“The more restrained they are, the better. I’d stay away from ogres, hellhounds, werewolves…” said Decara.

“Fuck that. If you’re going to survive this you’ll need all the muscle you can get.” Said another succ. “Sure it’s a gamble, but you’re going to have to take some risks if you want to survive unraped.”

Muscle huh? Maybe you could get some of the magic class to help out. You had initially ruled them out; anyone who was capable of getting through your wards was someone you didn’t want watching your back. Not to mention that they had almost torn you to shreds. But surely there must be SOME monsters in there that were disciplined enough to keep their pants on for one night.

“How about we make you a list?” offered Decara.

“Really? That would be great.” You said. It was so much easier for the succubi to talk to the other monsters. When you tried to speak to your other classmates, they just stared at your crotch and nodded.

“Anon!”

Raigill walked up to the succubi table. “When you’re done with your meal, let me know. I need you for something.”

“What’s up?” you asked. Had you forgotten another assignment?

“I just need you to help out with that THING.” Said Raigill.

“What thi- OH! Oh. Right. Give me just a second, I’m almost done eating.” You said. Scarfing down the rest of your meal, you bid your seductress comrades goodbye and hurried after her.

“Have you ever made a mana potion before?” asked Raigill.

“It’s been a while.” You said.

“That’s fine, I can make it myself.”

“Actually, I’d like to brush up on my skills of you don’t mind.” You said.

“Of course!” said Raigill. She opened the door to the laboratory and let you in. Once you were inside, she cast a ward on the door and wedged a chair underneath the knob. “Monsters can get a bit frisky if they smell you, err…”

“No need to explain. I know.” You said. “Just give me the tube.”

Raigill handed you the sample tube and you slunk off to a corner. Raigill’s presence made you a bit uncomfortable, but you were able to finish in no time thanks to the fresh memories of sweat-glazed thighs and tits. The food might suck, but the view at Valisias Academy was to die for. Heh.

“Here you go.” You said handing the vial to Raigill.

She swirled it a few times. “Hmm… Looks no different from normal…”

It’s cum lady. Don’t set your expectations that high.

“No matter. Let’s begin, shall we?”

~~~~~~

Almost an hour later, Raigill wrote your name on a label and tied it around the neck of the flask. You had also filled out several pages of notes. If you could make these potions, they might come in handy a bargaining chip.

“Done! This stuff smells pretty potent.” Said Raigill.

“…Thanks?”

“I’ll go deliver this to Maranth. Oh! And she told me to tell you that the fliers go up tomorrow.” Said Raigill.

“Can’t wait…”

“Don’t look so down. The more monsters that are focused on the competition, the fewer are focused on you.”

“Until the competition ends and I’m facing down a crowd of sore losers.”

“You’ll be fine. Go get some rest, those abrasions need to heal.” Said Raigill. She undid her seal and removed the chair. “See you tomorrow.”

You quickly followed her out of the room. Knowing this place the scent of semen was bound to attract monsters like flies to honey. Walking briskly across campus, you hurried up the stairs to your dorm and slammed the door shut behind you. With a sigh, you let your feet slide out from under you until you were sitting against the door.

“Rough day at work?”

Magic shot out of your hands. One bolt tore a chunk of plaster out of the wall and another left a smoldering hole in the ground. Raising your shields, you flopped and stumbled to your feet. Laughter echoed through the room.

“Great shooting, deadeye. Show those termites who’s boss.”

Where was the voice coming from?

“Behind you.”

This time the voice was next to your ear. So close you swore you felt hot breath on your ear. You shot wildly behind you putting two more holes in the wall.

“Relax, tough guy, I’m not here to rape you. But I could! So just keep that in mind~”

“Who are you?” you panted.

A floating mouth hovered out from behind your head and hung in the air a foot in front of your face. “I’ll give you oooonnneee guess~”

You lowered you hands. “You’re that Cheshire, aren’t you? From the magic class.”

“Guilty!~” giggled the mouth, spinning in the air.

“What the hell do you want.” You demanded.

“Just to talk. Do you mind if I bring the rest of me?”

“So you can attack me?”

“If I wanted to attack you…” A paw appeared below the mouth and shot to your crotch. Somehow it bypassed your wards and clamped down hard on your package. “I’d just do that.” Said the cat. She released your balls and the paw disappeared.

“Fine.” You said rubbing your junk. “But if you try anything funny, I’ll-“

“Blast me, fry me, blah blah blah…” said the Cheshire as she popped into existence. “You talk too much you know that? At least get some fresh material if you’re going to be threatening people all the time.”

“What can I say? I’m a simple man.”

Her grin widened. “Ah, but that’s what I like about you. Not many guys here that know how to banter. Not many that last, anyways. Once they get molested they all mellow out. I hope once YOU get through your first power-hour you’re still this witty.”

“Uh huh. What do you want.” You asked.

“Oh, straight to business then? How professional!” snickered the Cheshire. “Ah! You’re being so formal and I haven’t even introduced myself! My name is Pacolo. But you can just call me Colo!”

She bowed and did a barrel roll in the air.

“Before I get into what I want from you, first I need to ask you a few questions.”

“Okay…” you said. You didn’t like where this was going… Knowing cheshires, you were probably on some sort of game show. The Price is Rape or something.

“You’re from another world, yeah? And guys there were dominant, right?” said Colo.

“Yes.”

Colo nodded. “So they courted women. The men did, I mean. A-and the women still got the men, right?”

“Are you asking if people got married? Marriage happened all the time.” You said.

“I know, I know! But it wasn’t like the Order cities either, right? The women had the option to say no, but accepted the proposal anyways 'cause they liked the guy so much, right?”

“Yes. In most places at least.”

“Okay. Good, good… Uhh…”

Colo blushed. “So how did women go about marrying the guys? If they weren’t the ones making the first move, or if they did make the first move and maybe the guy didn’t understand that it was the first move and they kept shrugging it off…”

You stared at her. “I’m sorry, are all these questions?”

“Yes!” snapped Colo. Her tail bushed out. “Now answer!”

“Men chased women, and they got married. I have no idea what you’re asking beyond that.”

“How do I get a guy to see me in a romantic way?!” said Colo.

Her crimson face contorted into a pout. Oooohhh…

“So you came to ME looking for romantic advice about the guy you like, who apparently is more forwards than other guys?” you said.

“No! I mean, yes, but not-“ Colo sighed and sat on your bed. “His name is Guyan. He works at a bakery café deal in town. We’ve known each other forever. I love him so much but…”

“But he keeps coming on to you too strong.” You said.

“No! The opposite! He thinks I hang out in the café all the time because we’re friends! Every time I try to flirt with him, I lose my nerve and we just end up joking and-“

Colo took a break from venting to grab your pillow and scream into it.

“You drop your {spaghetti} every time you see this guy and he doesn’t understand that you want to be more than just banter buddies.” You said.

“I’m not sure about the first thing you said, but the second half was right.” She sighed.

“And he’s single? How old is this guy? I don’t think there are too many bachelors in this Valisias…”

Colo’s ears flattened and turned back. “I marked him. Everyone knows that he’s mine. Some girls have even made a sport out of watching me try and flirt with him.”

“I still don’t see how I fit into all this. Isn’t there some succubus or cupid that can teach you the intricacies of love?” you asked.
“I’ve tried! They all tell me one of two things: “Just tell him how you feel”, or “Just rape him.””

“I mean, you COULD just rape him…”

“I’ve thought about it. But every time I’m hanging over his bed, I can’t bring myself to do it. I want him to want me too. When we’re together I want it to be more… romantic.”

What do you mean hanging out over his bed? Do cheshire’s really just watch their crush sleep?

“You want the love to be more mutual.”

“Yeah! So I thought, “Anon is from a world where people do that mushy stuff!” and I came to you. You’ve got a similar personality to Guyan. I’m sure you can help me out!” she said, framing you between her fingers.

“I don’t know if I can help you…” you said. Monster relationships were still a mystery to you. Most of them just jumped a man, and the ones that didn’t usually had no trouble wooing their mate. What the hell were you supposed to do?

“You have to!” pleaded Colo. “I’ve waited so long! Please! I can’t stand it! And I’ll help you.”

You gulped. The way she said “help you” implied that she wasn’t just going to let you copy her homework.

“Everyone knows about you. And half the monsters in the Academy are going to be putting an axe to that door during the Dorm Dash. You’ve wrangled what, five or six succubi into helping you, and they’ve already decided to ditch you. The way I see it, you’re going to need a hell of a lot more backup, or an usher to direct the line of women waiting to fuck you.”

“Are you volunteering as the latter?” you said dryly.

Colo snickered. “No, as funny as that would be, I’m offering you a chance to have ME at your side during the dash.” She said, puffing out her chest.

“Okay…”

“Hey! Remember who you’re talking to here.” Snapped Colo. I’m not in the advanced group for nothing, you know. To survive the night, you’re going to have to move. No way you’ll be able to fortify against an army of mamono. And what better way to avoid the heat than with your own teleportation assistant?”

“You mean you blinking me around, away from the mob.” You said.

“You got it! They won’t even know where we’re hidden~”

You thought about it for a moment. At this point you weren’t in any position to turn down help, no matter who it came from. And if Colo was telling the truth, she might be enough to get you through the entire night by herself.

“Okay, deal.” You said.

“Really?!” Colo leapt off your bed.

“Yeah. BUT, you have to help me through the Dash even if you aren’t in what’s-his-face’s bed. I’ll help you out as best I can but relationships like the one you’re talking about take time.”

Colo frowned. “Hmm… Acceptable. We’ll go to the café tomorrow after class!”

She hovered off your floor and did a pirouette in the air and vanished, leaving only her mouth behind.

“See ya’ around, Anon~”

The mouth blinked out of existence. Collapsing onto your bed, you picked up the pillow Colo had used and stuffed it under your head. It smelled like strawberries…

Would you be able to uphold all these obligations? The more deals you made the more likely it was that you would default on one of them. Default. What did that mean to the mamono?

Best not to find out.