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freckled_beauty

Queen HunyBee
Joined
Jul 27, 2012
Location
Texas
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The start of a new school year was going well at Greyman Preparatory academy. The all monster school sat of several acres of land surrounded by a magic forest that hid the school from human eyes and protected the students. In addition to the forest there was a large lake for the aquatic based students and for recreational purpose.

Margaret was heading to the auditorium to attend the annual first of the year student assembly. It was when the head master introduced any new staff and also announced some events that would take place during the fall semester. She was excited and looking forward to the new year. She hoped to make new friends and was determined to do so. She was shy but wanted that to change and with her shaved down wool that was going to make it easier for her. The dual personality she possessed when her wool was gone was almost shocking to the people she knew. One moment she was quiet and timid the next she could be ready to jump your bones. She entered the auditorium and spotted someone she knew, Ophelia the president of the student council.

Ophelia was a junior and had been elected president of the student council. She had already entered the auditorium and turned to take her seat as it would soon start. She was thrilled for the new year. This was a huge chance for her to prove herself as a leader and as she was a High Orc and next in line to lead her tribe she saw leadership positions as excellent practice, but she wondered how well she was going to be able to balance her responsibilities with her awakening sex drive. Over the summer she had found it difficult when all she wanted to do was fuck but still had to focus on her duties.
 
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Chuck89

Super-Earth
Joined
Jun 28, 2019
Duke was a new teacher at this Monster School. He was a demigod of Celtic descent with antlers atop his head which made his already tall stature of 6 ft seem even taller. He was going to teach gym and sex ed this year, and being the horny son of a fertility god, he was excited for it, especially if it meant screwing the girls~

As he entered the auditorium, Duke spotted a High Orc girl sitting in the crowd. He smirked, eying her beauty and could smell her hormones a mile away. He then walked up to her and say down next to her casually.

He gave her a polite, cheerful smile as he said, "Hi, I'm Duke, I'm one of the new teachers this year." He even casually landed a hand on her knee. He was quite the forward type.
 

Sesshi

The wolf who serves
Joined
Mar 11, 2011
Location
California
Sesshimara Bloodpaw had once been human, but she was just a beta who was now required to attend Greyman Preparatory Academy, all thanks to her new fathers and mother. If she was to remain as beta of the pack she had to learn how to adapt to live with others outside of the pack. Granted she had her brother, Girito Bloodpaw with her so already she had part of a pack started on campus. Personally, that was her goal, to show she was beta material here and maybe earn the trust of her new pack back at home, and maybe find a place to fit in here by making allies with outsiders to wolf shifters.

For Girito it was sent here for the same reasons, yet for a much higher position in the hierarchy of their shifter community as Alpha, he had to help his new sister attain her position to full Beta status. Their ties to the pack back at home was rather huge for just any normal shifter pack, after all our mother is known for uniting five packs together as one unity. He knew that being bitten by their mother she had been blessed with rare and powerful gifts that would make her someday worthy to lead her own pack. But that was for a later time.

As they both piled into the auditorium they could both spot a few students starting to gather around together as if with purpose. Lets go see how this school is ran.~ Sesshi said to her brother via the pack bond as they both nodded and made their way to the High Orc and the Demigod.
 
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freckled_beauty

freckled_beauty

Queen HunyBee
Joined
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Location
Texas
Ophelia lifted her head. Her eyes meeting with the new teacher who easily towered over her. At 17 she was 5'10 and yet including his antlers he was much taller than her. She had too look up to him and it wasn't something she was use to and certainly not something she wanted to get use to. People were supposed to look up to her. She glanced at his hand resting on her thigh.

"Oh...Hello. It's nice to meet you" She spoke with a smile "I'm Ophelia, President of the Student Council" She extended her hand to him.

Margaret smiled at the new teacher before turning her attention somewhere else. She noticed 2 people heading in their direction. She turned around in her chair standing up and waving to them and pointed to some empty seats on the same row.
 

Chuck89

Super-Earth
Joined
Jun 28, 2019
Duke smiled at Ophelia. He politely took her hand once she extended it to him. He returned her handshake, but his hand returned to her thigh. Not only that, but the forward teacher now placed his hand in her inner thigh. He wasn't even trying to hide his true intentions once he began to move his hand up and down her inner thigh.

"President of the Student Council, you say? That's quite the accomplishment for such a beautiful young lady such as yourself~" he said charmingly.

Suddenly, a pair of werewolves appeared next to him. Cock-blocked already? He had to admit though, as he removed his hand from the orc's thigh, he found the wolf-gitl attractive as well.
 

ERPLover

Super-Earth
Joined
May 22, 2020
Draculaura Tepes was also new at the school, as a Student. Beeing a young Vampire, that had moved from romania to the US, Made it much Harder for her, but at Last she had this cute east european accent. Together with her cute Gothic Lolita Outfit's, her sexy Body and this accent, she was ways more sexy than it should be for a schoolgirl. She entered the auditorium Holding her books before her Chest and looked very cute, as she saw a growing assambly of students, around a teacher. So she decided to Go over to it and might could find there someone, that could become a friend later.

A few Moments later, two other female students showed Up in the auditorium. Rias la Satanica and Lucifania where Friends since there first year. Both where very hot to Look at and they knew how to Turn Heads. As they saw the gathering of the other Students, they also walked over to join them.
 

Xywel

Master of Swords from the Other Side
Joined
Apr 7, 2020
Location
Europe-ish

Name:
Ross Termere
Age: 19
Race: Human
Occupation: Last year of highschool (Senior)
Marital status: Single
Personality: Energetic, Social, Friendly, Quite Smart, Stubborn, Overly Curious.

It had been a tough year for Ross. Between his father and mother splitting up and his old high school closing, things had been rough. By all account, Ross could've been a first year college student by now, but all this stress dumped his grades right down the gutter. With the result that he had to take another year of highschool. Another high school.
Yet, Ross wasn't really all that bothered. Even relieved, strangely enough. All his old friends were in college now, spread around the globe. In his mind, this was a chance to create a new social circle and get his life back on track.
Things were really looking up again. His parents had talked out there differences, having come to an agreement, and he found this quirky highschool that didn't ask a high entree fee. Just the signing of some weird contract and some pennies. He didn't mind.

Little did Ross know that this contract allowed him to pass the barrier as he gleefully walked onto the grounds. By an amazing stroke of coincidence, he didn't really see anything too weird until he walked into the auditorium. His eyes widened as he quickly stepped aside to let a dryad girl pass, breathing in a sharp breath when he realized his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. Rubbing his face, he looked again. Still the same. Pinched his cheek. Still the same. He had heard about these creatures being real, but seeing them with his own eyes was something different entirely. And not something he had been counting on.
Well... fuck.

Ross almost turned tail when his god-damned curiosity made itself known. Why not hang around for a bit? They all seemed to students here, different kinds of ages all about. He thought he even saw some his age.
Taking a deep breath, he pulled up the hood of his dark-red hoody, hiding his face a bit. He dusted off his jeans and after a short hesitation, walked into the auditorium. Everywhere he looked, he saw creatures... no people, that boggled his mind. Another thought entered his mind. What if they had a taste for human flesh? Deciding it would be wise to keep a low profile, he walked confidently across the auditorium, spotting an area where nobody was sitting yet.
Some monsters in the crowd threw him some suspicious glances, but Ross managed to grin brightly at them before quickly moving on.

With a bit of a speed-walk in his step, he quickly moved to the seats there and sat down. With a bit of a careful glare, he starting taking in all the different people around him, impatiently waiting until the assembly started.
 
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Joined
Nov 20, 2017
Location
New Yawk
It was the first day.

It was a 3 day train ride to Greyman Preparatory School from where his current foster family lived. The socioeconomic state was already leaps and bounds better than the slums he was used to living in even if his old high school was fairly prestigious by contrast. Jetlagged from the trip, Rascal van Halen hauled a suitcase that seemed too large for someone his size to be carrying in addition to a backpack. Rascal arrived a bit later than some of the other students and he already felt eyes boring into him from every direction. This was already different than he was used to; not only was this a co-ed school, but it was populated by a seemingly uncountable multitude of various non-human species. It was clear he was in the distinct minority. The attitude of the crowd as a whole was ambivalent, but it was like he could feel it coming off of them. There was a great deal of bitter eyes and even a few gestures that spoke loud and clear: he wasn't welcome here. By contrast though, there was probably just as many staring in intrigue and fascination; in some cases, overt fetishization.

In anticipation for the new change of things, Rascal had been sleeping well and keeping on track of things for the most part. Everything was very new and curious to him, but for now, he managed to avoid drawing too much attention to himself. The front office was as useful as tits on a nun as far as Rascal was concerned as he hadn't even been given his room number and was still hauling his bags around with him. The young man's forehead was ever-so-slightly damp from having to run all around the school to find the right place before he was late, carrying heavy bags around; just enough to create a faint glow of his creamy complexion. His aquamarine peepers scanned the room as he looked back and forth at a picture in his hand that he was barely able to hold up due to the clunkiness of the bags. The front office basically only told him to speak with the Human Relations Council President to get him situated -- which honestly seemed like an awful dereliction of duty onto a student in Rascal's opinion. Either way, he was given a picture of an orc girl that he looked around for. It seemed to take forever (time always feels slow as hell when you're standing around, doing nothing, while holding a bunch of heavy shit). When his eyes synced up a face in the crowd with the picture, he sauntered over at a casual pace. A few monsters in the crowd seemed to take their time moving out of his way as if to intimidate him (to no avail, as he kept a very pleasant smile on his face).

When he finally got closer, he saw quite a number of people already gathered around the orc, and yet none of them seemed to be humans. When he got a chance to move forward, he cleared his throat and spoke up, "Hey, sorry if I'm interrupting anything. I was told to seek out Ophelia Throton for help getting situated and you're the only person I can find that looks enough like this picture for me to assume it's you."

The picture did resemble her a fair bit, but he had to assume it was a photo from last year as there were some subtle differences that made him unsure (especially being that it was an entire species he wasn't familiar with). She looked much prettier than in the picture though.
 
Joined
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Location
Europe
“Former teacher for the taking!” a tiny voice crackled above the students in the auditorium, but the creature it belonged to was too tiny and insignificant to be cared about by most. The imp fluttered around with a pair of impractical bat wings and tugged on a leash attached to a much larger figure that followed him around.

This demon had no wings, but her hooves, thick goat horns, and a long, leathery tail gave her away as a succubus. She had voluptuous, purple hair, smooth caramel skin, a collar on her neck, and a blindfold on her eyes; both of the accessories black like the leash. Despite the heavy weight of her curvy body, the steps of her hooves were elegant. On her dark-pink lips, she displayed a wide smile. She obviously enjoyed her predicament.

“I’m not signing that!” a voice spoke out aloud after the imp had been quiet for a while. The reptilian student had fallen for the demon’s advertisement and was reading his contract. “It says I have to release you of all your duties to the academy and take on all your responsibilities!”

“Yeah!” the imp squealed, frustrated, “There aren’t that many! For one, you get to take Miss Shirinixis for a walk. I’m too tired to carry this stupid leash, but I ensure you, it’ll be worth your while!”

“Yeah, no thanks,” the student replied and dismissed the tiny demon, who cried out in annoyance and flapped his way back in the air. The succubus, however, turned her head over her shoulder as she walked away and faced the general direction of the student.

“Your loss,” Shirinixis said in her low, feminine voice that was way, way too alluring for a teacher (and it may or may not have been related to the reason why she was now a former one). The soft scales on the student’s pale-green cheeks flushed bright red as he realized he’d missed an opportunity, but was too stunned to give chase.

“Former teacher for the taking!”

The imp’s announcements went on, and one by one he took the buxom succubus by each of the new students regardless of their species or gender and offered them to sign the contract.

Shirinixis Character Profile
 
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freckled_beauty

freckled_beauty

Queen HunyBee
Joined
Jul 27, 2012
Location
Texas
It was the first day.

It was a 3 day train ride to Greyman Preparatory School from where his current foster family lived. The socioeconomic state was already leaps and bounds better than the slums he was used to living in even if his old high school was fairly prestigious by contrast. Jetlagged from the trip, Rascal van Halen hauled a suitcase that seemed too large for someone his size to be carrying in addition to a backpack. Rascal arrived a bit later than some of the other students and he already felt eyes boring into him from every direction. This was already different than he was used to; not only was this a co-ed school, but it was populated by a seemingly uncountable multitude of various non-human species. It was clear he was in the distinct minority. The attitude of the crowd as a whole was ambivalent, but it was like he could feel it coming off of them. There was a great deal of bitter eyes and even a few gestures that spoke loud and clear: he wasn't welcome here. By contrast though, there was probably just as many staring in intrigue and fascination; in some cases, overt fetishization.

In anticipation for the new change of things, Rascal had been sleeping well and keeping on track of things for the most part. Everything was very new and curious to him, but for now, he managed to avoid drawing too much attention to himself. The front office was as useful as tits on a nun as far as Rascal was concerned as he hadn't even been given his room number and was still hauling his bags around with him. The young man's forehead was ever-so-slightly damp from having to run all around the school to find the right place before he was late, carrying heavy bags around; just enough to create a faint glow of his creamy complexion. His aquamarine peepers scanned the room as he looked back and forth at a picture in his hand that he was barely able to hold up due to the clunkiness of the bags. The front office basically only told him to speak with the Human Relations Council President to get him situated -- which honestly seemed like an awful dereliction of duty onto a student in Rascal's opinion. Either way, he was given a picture of an orc girl that he looked around for. It seemed to take forever (time always feels slow as hell when you're standing around, doing nothing, while holding a bunch of heavy shit). When his eyes synced up a face in the crowd with the picture, he sauntered over at a casual pace. A few monsters in the crowd seemed to take their time moving out of his way as if to intimidate him (to no avail, as he kept a very pleasant smile on his face).

When he finally got closer, he saw quite a number of people already gathered around the orc, and yet none of them seemed to be humans. When he got a chance to move forward, he cleared his throat and spoke up, "Hey, sorry if I'm interrupting anything. I was told to seek out Ophelia Throton for help getting situated and you're the only person I can find that looks enough like this picture for me to assume it's you."

The picture did resemble her a fair bit, but he had to assume it was a photo from last year as there were some subtle differences that made him unsure (especially being that it was an entire species he wasn't familiar with). She looked much prettier than in the picture though.
Duke smiled at Ophelia. He politely took her hand once she extended it to him. He returned her handshake, but his hand returned to her thigh. Not only that, but the forward teacher now placed his hand in her inner thigh. He wasn't even trying to hide his true intentions once he began to move his hand up and down her inner thigh.

"President of the Student Council, you say? That's quite the accomplishment for such a beautiful young lady such as yourself~" he said charmingly.

Suddenly, a pair of werewolves appeared next to him. Cock-blocked already? He had to admit though, as he removed his hand from the orc's thigh, he found the wolf-gitl attractive as well.

Ophelia smiled at the new teacher and glanced down to his hand that was no longer resting on her thigh. She wiggled in her chair a bit and bit the bottom corner of her lip, but she didn't have a chance to bask in her rising heat as it seemed like people were suddenly swarming around her like a busy little bees. It was good she had a lot of practice over the summer multi-tasking. She looked up to the new person who called her name out.

"Hi. I..."She looked him over "You're human."This was stated as a fact but came out as a question. "OH oh....oh" She said and nodded. As part of her position in student council she was also head of the human relations committee. At the end of last semester she had been asked to over see some new students that would potentially be coming to school. She stood up very excitedly so fast that her skirt flared giving a very brief view of her ass. Extending her hand she smiled. "So nice to meet you!" She said excitedly. "What's your name?"
 

Chuck89

Super-Earth
Joined
Jun 28, 2019
Duke was not happy about getting cock-blocked by the sudden crowd. The orc girl even seemed into it. He had to admit though, there quite a few attractive girls surrounding him from all sides. There was one vampire girl that immediately caught his eye. He looked over her body and skimpy outfit as he smirked and winked at her and her two friends.

Suddenly, a weird imp appeared in the crowd pulling a sexy demon woman around by a leash. As the imp passed, Duke grabbed the contract out of his hands. Reading over, he scratched his chin. He looked at the succubus before asking the imp, "And how many responsibilities do you have?"



Draculaura Tepes was also new at the school, as a Student. Beeing a young Vampire, that had moved from romania to the US, Made it much Harder for her, but at Last she had this cute east european accent. Together with her cute Gothic Lolita Outfit's, her sexy Body and this accent, she was ways more sexy than it should be for a schoolgirl. She entered the auditorium Holding her books before her Chest and looked very cute, as she saw a growing assambly of students, around a teacher. So she decided to Go over to it and might could find there someone, that could become a friend later.

A few Moments later, two other female students showed Up in the auditorium. Rias la Satanica and Lucifania where Friends since there first year. Both where very hot to Look at and they knew how to Turn Heads. As they saw the gathering of the other Students, they also walked over to join them.

“Former teacher for the taking!” a tiny voice crackled above the students in the auditorium, but the creature it belonged to was too tiny and insignificant to be cared about by most. The imp fluttered around with a pair of impractical bat wings and tugged on a leash attached to a much larger figure that followed him around.

This demon had no wings, but her hooves, thick goat horns, and a long, leathery tail gave her away as a succubus. She had voluptuous, purple hair, smooth caramel skin, a collar on her neck, and a blindfold on her eyes; both of the accessories black like the leash. Despite the heavy weight of her curvy body, the steps of her hooves were elegant. On her dark-pink lips, she displayed a wide smile. She obviously enjoyed her predicament.

“I’m not signing that!” a voice spoke out aloud after the imp had been quiet for a while. The reptilian student had fallen for the demon’s advertisement and was reading his contract. “It says I have to release you of all your duties to the academy and take on all your responsibilities!”

“Yeah!” the imp squealed, frustrated, “There aren’t that many! For one, you get to take Miss Shirinixis for a walk. I’m too tired to carry this stupid leash, but I ensure you, it’ll be worth your while!”

“Yeah, no thanks,” the student replied and dismissed the tiny demon, who cried out in annoyance and flapped his way back in the air. The succubus, however, turned her head over her shoulder as she walked away and faced the general direction of the student.

“Your loss,” Shirinixis said in her low, feminine voice that was way, way too alluring for a teacher (and it may or may not have been related to the reason why she was now a former one). The soft scales on the student’s pale-green cheeks flushed bright red as he realized he’d missed an opportunity, but was too stunned to give chase.

“Former teacher for the taking!”

The imp’s announcements went on, and one by one he took the buxom succubus by each of the new students regardless of their species or gender and offered them to sign the contract.
 
Joined
Nov 20, 2017
Location
New Yawk
Being here was like being in a completely different world. Everything seemed so much more rambunctious than the schools he was used to. In one corner, he saw a group of minotaurs rough-housing as a green-skinned orcish teacher seemed to walk by like it was completely inconsequential. Interestingly, it wasn't just males who were wrestling either. In the other corner though, there was a pair of alraune girls preening themselves to the complete adulation of a diverse assortment of male shortstacks. For a moment, his eyes locked with a group of goblin girls dressed to flaunt who were eying him up like a pork chop and all at the same time, made lewd blowjob hand gestures (NSFW link) at him. The action made his face flush as he gave an awkward smile and wave. The whole exchange lasted about a second as he was waiting for a response from the girl he was sent to talk to, but it made an impression. What a weird place.

Human biases crept into his mind even though he made a concerted effort to try to be open-minded. There was no shortage of rumors about monster promiscuity, but there was quite a taboo around it. Decades and centuries of human propaganda about sexual relations with monsters leading to all kinds of illnesses ingrained the taboo in the public conscience. Actually, he wasn't quite sure how true that part was since it apparently wasn't very well studied, and it varied from species to species. There were all kinds of stereotypes that sit in the back of a person's mind when they are still ignorant, even if they don't necessarily embrace them. A common human bit of folklore was that all goblins were inherently sexually insatiable, but sex with them would give you warts. Best he could tell from what reading he managed, that one was a myth. Then of course there was the common believe that arachne would devour any partner they had sexual relations with. That one seemed to be harder to confirm or deny.

When Ophelia finally seemed to gather her attention on Rascal, she began to introduce herself nonchalantly at first, but seemed to stop dead in her tracks. Rascal felt the pause as she noted that he was human; she sounded almost entranced. Perhaps deep in thought. He couldn't quite figure out what was going through her mind, but as she processed it, his eyes briefly drifted over her shoulder to see what appeared to be an imp student... uh, selling a 'former teacher' on a leash? That couldn't be. There's no way that was allowed. Er, right? His eyes briefly locked with first the teacher and then the imp before he pulled his gaze away abruptly, feeling in the pit of his stomach like that eye contact would lead them to interacting at some point. What would he even say to something like that?

As his sights returned to Ophelia, it was just in time for her to snap up to her feet like a bottle rocket. The sudden movement made him take a step back in surprise; his eyes went big at the sight before him. There was a slight pivot of his upper body as he stepped back, but he mostly kept the heavy bags draped over his shoulder steady. She seemed to be quite a bit bigger than him and was quite voluptuous, so the sudden movement made her jiggle and bounce in all of the right places. It almost looked like she was going to tackle him by how her shadow seemed to eclipse him when she rose up, but instead, he was treated to a very sudden glimpse up the girl's skirt at her panties. It was jarring, but not altogether unwelcome. Or at all unwelcome, to be quite honest.

Ophelia's perkiness was almost contagious and he couldn't help but lean in as he spoke to her with a sophisticated charm that belied his poor upbringing, "I appreciate the warm introduction. My name's Rascal van Halen, which my teachers and foster families always love to emphasize when I get into trouble. I hope this doesn't sound extremely insensitive because I don't mean it to be, but you're really pretty. The depictions of orcs in human cities are not very flattering. Not really very nice either. Sorry about that. I was kind of surprised when the front office told me that you were an orc and showed me your picture, but the fact that you're even prettier than your school photo has me kind of blown away."
 

wiki234

Mischievous little demon
Joined
Jan 4, 2014
Location
Candy mountain
Kiryuu stretched, finally arriving with mostly the last of everyone else to where she would have to be, the girl standing out being a bit taller than most people and her armor of a steel tiger head that covered her chest of a proud warrior having to work on her smarts and other things than always fighting of course. With a sigh she crossed her arms looking around but not really doing anything than just standing obviously not being someone who was really forward socially then when a fight did happen.

Crossing her arms the girl looked around, leaning against the wall with her tail moving behind her, large black claws sitting over strong upper arms of someone who looked intimidating but mostly a very nice and protective person.
 

Xywel

Master of Swords from the Other Side
Joined
Apr 7, 2020
Location
Europe-ish

Name:
Ross Termere
Age: 19
Race: Human
Occupation: Last year of highschool (Senior)
Marital status: Single
Personality: Energetic, Social, Friendly, Quite Smart, Stubborn, Overly Curious.

Having had a couple of minutes to look around and acclimatize, Ross felt comfortable enough to wander a bit. On second viewing, things weren’t looking so bad. Yeah, he had heard a lot about mythical creatures being rather alien towards human, but the ones that were attending here seemed to be quite nice. If a bit… sexual. Very sexual.
A rather cute alraune girl looked gazes with him, fluttering her lashing and licking her lips slowly. Opting to keep his cool, the young human just smiled brightly at her as he wandered around some more.

His curiosity was piqued even more as he saw the imp, leading a gorgeous demoness by a collar. Ross blinked, shaking his head as he approached. He listened in as Duke asked his questions, standing next to the succubus. It appeared like the antlered teacher was already staking his claim.
Just in case, the human stuck around though. Depending on the responsibilities, it might be quite the good deal after all.
Plus… well… a companion in a place like this might be just what the doctor ordered. He aught to make some friends here as soon as he was able.
“If you aren’t interested, sir teacher, I might be.” He said with a grin, chuckling softly. “Take your time deciding though. You're first in line, after all.”

Now standing in a much more prominent position, Ross took off his hood, revealing his human nature. His curiosity now drowning out his earlier suspicion, he began looking at the students nearby with interest.
Margeret caught his eye, the young man waving cheerfully to the were sheep. Yeah, this all would be a-okay. Why shouldn’t he get settled in and enjoy himself a bit?
 
Joined
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Location
Europe
Suddenly, a weird imp appeared in the crowd pulling a sexy demon woman around by a leash. As the imp passed, Duke grabbed the contract out of his hands. Reading over, he scratched his chin. He looked at the succubus before asking the imp, "And how many responsibilities do you have?"
“I’m an imp!” the imp exclaimed as he tried, to no avail, wave his tiny claws after the scroll that Duke had grabbed, “How many do you think they give us? One! Just the one!”

While the demigod was reading the contract, the succubus stood idly nearby oblivious of what the people around her looked like. She was tall, but in her relaxed posture, the hooved legs weren’t fully stretched and she remained quite a bit shorter than the six-foot tall man. As soon as the demoness heard a younger voice request to see the contract, her smile widened and her face brightened under the blindfold. There hadn’t yet been competition.

The contract said...

[Dated at the end of the previous school year]

By signing this contract, I hereby release Shikkin from his duties to the Greyman Preparatory academy and take all of his current responsibilities as defined by this contract.

Smaller print. The responsibility of this contract’s holder is to see to the well-being of Miss Shirinixis and to carry out her punishment for her earlier misbehavior as a former art teacher in the academy. The punishment lasts for one (1) year, during which she must serve the holder of this contract to the best of her ability. The holder of this contract may transfer it on to a new holder by having them sign this contract. This contract binds only the last person who has signed it.

Even smaller print. The soul of this contract’s holder belongs to Sorthros, Lord of the 23st district of the Seventeenth Underworld until the end of his reign.
 
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Chuck89

Super-Earth
Joined
Jun 28, 2019
“I’m an imp!” the imp exclaimed as he tried, to no avail, wave his tiny claws after the scroll that Duke had grabbed, “How many do you think they give us? One! Just the one!”

While the demigod was reading the contract, the succubus stood idly nearby oblivious of what the people around her looked like. She was tall, but in her relaxed posture, the hooved legs weren’t fully stretched and she remained quite a bit shorter than the six-foot tall man. As soon as the demoness heard a younger voice request to see the contract, her smile widened and her face brightened under the blindfold. There hadn’t yet been competition.

The contract said...

By signing this contract, I hereby release Shikkin from his duties to the Greyman Preparatory academy and take all of his current responsibilities as defined by this contract.​
Smaller print. The responsibility of this contract’s holder is to see to the well-being of Miss Shirinixis and to carry out her punishment for her earlier misbehavior as a former art teacher in the academy. The punishment lasts for one (1) year, during which she must serve the holder of this contract to the best of her ability. The holder of this contract may transfer it on to a new holder by having them sign this contract. This contract binds only the last person who has signed it.
Even smaller print. The soul of this contract’s holder belongs to Sorthros, Lord of the 23st district of the Seventeenth Underworld until the end of his reign.


Name Shirinixis
Age 37
Occupation Former art teacher
Species Succubus (wingless)
Sexuality & Gender Pansexual Female

Appearance
  • Height 6'1" (including hooves that make her taller than a human of similar proportions)
  • Weight 252 lbs
  • Curvy, buxom body
  • Smooth caramel skin, dark-pink lips
  • Voluptuous, dark-purple hair
  • A pair of thick, black, curved goat horns
  • Hooves with black leathery hide that gradually blends into her skin above her knees. They look a bit like natural thigh-high boots.
  • Long leathery tail that tapers at the end, same color as her skin


Name:
Ross Termere
Age: 19
Race: Human
Occupation: Last year of highschool (Senior)
Marital status: Single
Personality: Energetic, Social, Friendly, Quite Smart, Stubborn, Overly Curious.

Having had a couple of minutes to look around and acclimatize, Ross felt comfortable enough to wander a bit. On second viewing, things weren’t looking so bad. Yeah, he had heard a lot about mythical creatures being rather alien towards human, but the ones that were attending here seemed to be quite nice. If a bit… sexual. Very sexual.
A rather cute alraune girl looked gazes with him, fluttering her lashing and licking her lips slowly. Opting to keep his cool, the young human just smiled brightly at her as he wandered around some more.

His curiosity was piqued even more as he saw the imp, leading a gorgeous demoness by a collar. Ross blinked, shaking his head as he approached. He listened in as Duke asked his questions, standing next to the succubus. It appeared like the antlered teacher was already staking his claim.
Just in case, the human stuck around though. Depending on the responsibilities, it might be quite the good deal after all.
Plus… well… a companion in a place like this might be just what the doctor ordered. He aught to make some friends here as soon as he was able.
“If you aren’t interested, sir teacher, I might be.” He said with a grin, chuckling softly. “Take your time deciding though. You're first in line, after all.”

Now standing in a much more prominent position, Ross took off his hood, revealing his human nature. His curiosity now drowning out his earlier suspicion, he began looking at the students nearby with interest.
Margeret caught his eye, the young man waving cheerfully to the were sheep. Yeah, this all would be a-okay. Why shouldn’t he get settled in and enjoy himself a bit?
Duke read the contract before this human male appeared out of nowhere. He was not aware there any human students here at the academy. Then again, all he knew about his students were their names. Nothing about species or whatnot, just their names and basic information.

Reading through the contract's smallest print, he knew right away what the catch was. Then again, not only was the succubus quite secy, but this Ross kid seemed interested too~ Duke smirked to himself before turning to Ross, "Tell you what kid, I'll sign tje contract and take ownership of this fine dampness for one day. You can then come over to my office tomorrow and take her then for yourself. Sounds good?"
 

Xywel

Master of Swords from the Other Side
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Location
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Duke read the contract before this human male appeared out of nowhere. He was not aware there any human students here at the academy. Then again, all he knew about his students were their names. Nothing about species or whatnot, just their names and basic information.

Reading through the contract's smallest print, he knew right away what the catch was. Then again, not only was the succubus quite secy, but this Ross kid seemed interested too~ Duke smirked to himself before turning to Ross, "Tell you what kid, I'll sign tje contract and take ownership of this fine dampness for one day. You can then come over to my office tomorrow and take her then for yourself. Sounds good?"

Name:
Ross Termere
Age: 19
Race: Human
Occupation: Last year of highschool (Senior)
Marital status: Single
Personality: Energetic, Social, Friendly, Knack for the Beta courses, Stubborn, Overly Curious.

If Duke thought that Ross was easily fooled like that, he was quite mistaken. The human man was curious, but not an idiot. Glancing at the contract, Ross' eyes scanned through the smaller text before he answered. If anything, he seemed rather disappointed. That final line of small print really put a damper on things. For a human to lose his soul in the first week of school... that wouldn't do. Damn it. Such a great opportunity spoiled by the small print. Guess demons were as sneaky and corperate as they were rumoured to be.

Ross gave Duke an apologetic yet knowing smile. "Sorry, sir, but after skimming through that contract, I think the terms on the bottom are a little bit too steep for my tastes. To potentially lose my soul forever in exchange of a year of fun isn't really on my bucketlist. Thanks for the offer though."
He knew damn well what the teacher was trying to pull. The guy didn't even try to hide it. Have a night of fun with that succubus and then push the contract off to him to deal with. Although he certainly was curious about seeing where having a succubus under his wing could go, being tortured in hell for eternity put a rather big damper on things.
Ross looked at the imp. "Guess there's nothing you can do about the terms, right? That's a shame. A well, nothing to be done."
 

ERPLover

Super-Earth
Joined
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Draculaura looked around was totaly surpriced about what was going on at this school. A Former teacher was Sold Like a Slave from a Imp, to two possible new owners. It all looked so Strange, because the Former teacher was a succubus, and her true appearence was in full Display. It was a very Strange Thing for her.

But there was one Thing, that was realy have her some chill Feeling. She felt the eyes of something that was very old and powerfull on her Body. It was a similar Feeling, that she got from her father, when He was very angry about her. But this Person was different. His eyes sended her a very seduceing feeling and this riseing Feeling of Love and Lust in her head and Heart. She didn't knew from how it came, untill her eyes where resting on the teacher, a demigod. All she knew was, that He was old and strong, and that He May be could be a Celtic beeing, but nothing more.
 

Chuck89

Super-Earth
Joined
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Name:
Ross Termere
Age: 19
Race: Human
Occupation: Last year of highschool (Senior)
Marital status: Single
Personality: Energetic, Social, Friendly, Knack for the Beta courses, Stubborn, Overly Curious.

If Duke thought that Ross was easily fooled like that, he was quite mistaken. The human man was curious, but not an idiot. Glancing at the contract, Ross' eyes scanned through the smaller text before he answered. If anything, he seemed rather disappointed. That final line of small print really put a damper on things. For a human to lose his soul in the first week of school... that wouldn't do. Damn it. Such a great opportunity spoiled by the small print. Guess demons were as sneaky and corperate as they were rumoured to be.

Ross gave Duke an apologetic yet knowing smile. "Sorry, sir, but after skimming through that contract, I think the terms on the bottom are a little bit too steep for my tastes. To potentially lose my soul forever in exchange of a year of fun isn't really on my bucketlist. Thanks for the offer though."
He knew damn well what the teacher was trying to pull. The guy didn't even try to hide it. Have a night of fun with that succubus and then push the contract off to him to deal with. Although he certainly was curious about seeing where having a succubus under his wing could go, being tortured in hell for eternity put a rather big damper on things.
Ross looked at the imp. "Guess there's nothing you can do about the terms, right? That's a shame. A well, nothing to be done."


Draculaura looked around was totaly surpriced about what was going on at this school. A Former teacher was Sold Like a Slave from a Imp, to two possible new owners. It all looked so Strange, because the Former teacher was a succubus, and her true appearence was in full Display. It was a very Strange Thing for her.

But there was one Thing, that was realy have her some chill Feeling. She felt the eyes of something that was very old and powerfull on her Body. It was a similar Feeling, that she got from her father, when He was very angry about her. But this Person was different. His eyes sended her a very seduceing feeling and this riseing Feeling of Love and Lust in her head and Heart. She didn't knew from how it came, untill her eyes where resting on the teacher, a demigod. All she knew was, that He was old and strong, and that He May be could be a Celtic beeing, but nothing more.

Duke seemed disappointed by this human's observation. He scowled as he knew then he should have closed the contract and then make the offer. He sighed and looked over to the imp, "It's a no for me as well. I'm half human, so I don't want my immortality cut short. Although maybe after your punishment is over, sweetheart, give me a call?" He gave her a cheeky wink.

It was then he noticed he was being watched. It was that vampire girl he saw before. He smirked at her, seeing her staring at him like he was steak to a starving man. Perhaps today was going to be fun after all~

"As for me, I'm going to the little demigod's room." He made an excuse and walked away in a slight hurry. What he was really doing was giving the vampire girl a signal to follow him out of the auditorium and to the bathrooms. He even gestured his head as he looked over to her as if to say FOLLOW ME.
 
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If Duke thought that Ross was easily fooled like that, he was quite mistaken. The human man was curious, but not an idiot. Glancing at the contract, Ross' eyes scanned through the smaller text before he answered. If anything, he seemed rather disappointed. That final line of small print really put a damper on things. For a human to lose his soul in the first week of school... that wouldn't do. Damn it. Such a great opportunity spoiled by the small print. Guess demons were as sneaky and corperate as they were rumoured to be.

Ross gave Duke an apologetic yet knowing smile. "Sorry, sir, but after skimming through that contract, I think the terms on the bottom are a little bit too steep for my tastes. To potentially lose my soul forever in exchange of a year of fun isn't really on my bucketlist. Thanks for the offer though."
He knew damn well what the teacher was trying to pull. The guy didn't even try to hide it. Have a night of fun with that succubus and then push the contract off to him to deal with. Although he certainly was curious about seeing where having a succubus under his wing could go, being tortured in hell for eternity put a rather big damper on things.
Ross looked at the imp. "Guess there's nothing you can do about the terms, right? That's a shame. A well, nothing to be done."
“Oh…” the imp said, “That—that’s nothing! Rulers change all the time in the Underworlds,” then he looked around nervously and spoke more quietly, “I don’t think Lord Sorthros is very powerful. Bet he can’t even hear me talk right now!” Then he closed his eyes and braced for impact as if an invisible force was about to strike him. When nothing happened for several seconds, he slowly relaxed again. “His rule won’t last for very long, so your soul will be safe! Right, Mistress?”

“You’re my supervisor,” Shirinixis laughed, “Don’t call me Mistress. It’s just wrong.”

“Sorry, Mis—Miss,” Shikkin squealed and then dangled a black pen in his leashless hand, “So, who wants to sign?” He watched the man with the antlers leave, looked at the human questioningly for a moment, and then also circled around a bit and kept offering the pen and the contract to the other students as well.
 

ERPLover

Super-Earth
Joined
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This time, she was found Out looking at him. Draculaura couldn't Help herself, but starring into the demigod's eyes. There was something in His eyes, that Made her belive, that He was telling, or better ordering, her to follow him. She blushed very deep and with a shy smile, she walked, silently, away from the others and followed him Out of the Auditorium.

After a few minutes, she was Standing, infront of the bathrooms, with light empty, but also a Lot Like in Love Look on her face. It was Like she was waiting for her new Boyfriend to pic her up.
 

Chuck89

Super-Earth
Joined
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This time, she was found Out looking at him. Draculaura couldn't Help herself, but starring into the demigod's eyes. There was something in His eyes, that Made her belive, that He was telling, or better ordering, her to follow him. She blushed very deep and with a shy smile, she walked, silently, away from the others and followed him Out of the Auditorium.

After a few minutes, she was Standing, infront of the bathrooms, with light empty, but also a Lot Like in Love Look on her face. It was Like she was waiting for her new Boyfriend to pic her up.

Duke walked out of the bathroom after washing his hands. He saw the young vampire girl standing out there waiting for him. he smirked to himself, glad she had come. He walked up behind her and wrapped his strong, thick arms around her slender frame.

"Why, hello there~" he said smoothly, "Might I say what a beautiful creature you are~ What's your name~?" He asked, whispering into her ear as his hands explored her body by rubbing her bare stomach and arms.
 

Xywel

Master of Swords from the Other Side
Joined
Apr 7, 2020
Location
Europe-ish

Name:
Ross Termere
Age: 19
Race: Human
Occupation: Last year of highschool (Senior)
Marital status: Single
Personality: Energetic, Social, Friendly, Knack for the Beta courses, Stubborn, Overly Curious.

Freckled said:
Margaret was heading to the auditorium to attend the annual first of the year student assembly. It was when the head master introduced any new staff and also announced some events that would take place during the fall semester. She was excited and looking forward to the new year. She hoped to make new friends and was determined to do so. She was shy but wanted that to change and with her shaved down wool that was going to make it easier for her. The dual personality she possessed when her wool was gone was almost shocking to the people she knew. One moment she was quiet and timid the next she could be ready to jump your bones.
Ross couldn't help but smile at the imp's antics and the teacher's scowl. Turns out he had every right to be suspicious. Making students sign contracts to forfeit their soul, huh? And a teacher that was so corrupt that he would doom one of his students to get one single night of fun?
Some people just wanted to see the world burn and have sex while doing it. With a certain measure of disgust, Ross glared at Duke as the demi-human made his get-away and hooked another student while doing so.

"Well then... Guess this is going to be quite the stressful year." Ross muttered, shaking his head as he turned back to the imp. "Look man, what's short to you is probably along the lines of three centuries for me. Not really my style to throw my life away that easily, haha. So sorry, no dice. Good luck finding somebody to sign that piece of paper."
He looked at the imp with a scrutinizing glance, sighing as he took one last look at the succubus and the absurd situation.

With a stylish greet and a wave, Ross wandered off. His eyes fell upon Margaret again. Having quite the striking appearance and with Ross needing a good break from having his soul almost taken away, he figured he'd socialise some more with this girl. She seemed friendly enough.
Energetic smile plastered on his face, he raised a hand in a cheerful greeting as he approached.
"Hi there! Name's Ross, new guy on the block here on campus. And a... well..." He gestured to his body. "Human, as you can see. You seem like quite the knowledgable lady here, mind giving me a little introduction or a tour?"
His smile shifted to an encouraging grin.
 
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freckled_beauty

Queen HunyBee
Joined
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Location
Texas

Name:
Ross Termere
Age: 19
Race: Human
Occupation: Last year of highschool (Senior)
Marital status: Single
Personality: Energetic, Social, Friendly, Knack for the Beta courses, Stubborn, Overly Curious.



Ross couldn't help but smile at the imp's antics and the teacher's scowl. Turns out he had every right to be suspicious. Making students sign contracts to forfeit their soul, huh? And a teacher that was so corrupt that he would doom one of his students to get one single night of fun?
Some people just wanted to see the world burn and have sex while doing it. With a certain measure of disgust, Ross glared at Duke as the demi-human made his get-away and hooked another student while doing so.

"Well then... Guess this is going to be quite the stressful year." Ross muttered, shaking his head as he turned back to the imp. "Look man, what's short to you is probably along the lines of three centuries for me. Not really my style to throw my life away that easily, haha. So sorry, no dice. Good luck finding somebody to sign that piece of paper."
He looked at the imp with a scrutinizing glance, sighing as he took one last look at the succubus and the absurd situation.

With a stylish greet and a wave, Ross wandered off. His eyes fell upon Margaret again. Having quite the striking appearance and with Ross needing a good break from having his soul almost taken away, he figured he'd socialise some more with this girl. She seemed friendly enough.
Energetic smile plastered on his face, he raised a hand in a cheerful greeting as he approached.
"Hi there! Name's Ross, new guy on the block here on campus. And a... well..." He gestured to his body. "Human, as you can see. You seem like quite the knowledgable lady here, mind giving me a little introduction or a tour?"
His smile shifted to an encouraging grin.
Margaret had a tendency to tune out anything that wasn't directly in her face so when a student was (seemingly) suddenly in front of her she tensed up leaning back into her chair attempting to put more space than she could muster between the two of them. As he spoke she listened carefully and her body relaxed.
"Oh I see. It'd be my pleasure!" She stood up and extended her hand to him in greeting. "I'm Margaret. Margaret Holo." Pinned to her uniform jacket was a dove holding an olive branch. The sign to let students know she was apart of the Human Relations Council. She looked about the auditorium and saw that students were pairing off into groups and mingling amongst themselves. She was told that she should help any students who asked and specifically the humans. "Give me just a second and then we can get going" She returned his warm smile and hurried over to Ophelia. She quickly explained that she was going to give a tour and would catch up with her later. Once she was done she returned to him picked up her bag then paused.
"Uh...before we get started. I should know your name and what to call you." Her cheeks became warm at the question. She wasn't always so social but she had promised her to try this year. It was the main reason she even joined the council.

Being here was like being in a completely different world. Everything seemed so much more rambunctious than the schools he was used to. In one corner, he saw a group of minotaurs rough-housing as a green-skinned orcish teacher seemed to walk by like it was completely inconsequential. Interestingly, it wasn't just males who were wrestling either. In the other corner though, there was a pair of alraune girls preening themselves to the complete adulation of a diverse assortment of male shortstacks. For a moment, his eyes locked with a group of goblin girls dressed to flaunt who were eying him up like a pork chop and all at the same time, made lewd blowjob hand gestures (NSFW link) at him. The action made his face flush as he gave an awkward smile and wave. The whole exchange lasted about a second as he was waiting for a response from the girl he was sent to talk to, but it made an impression. What a weird place.

Human biases crept into his mind even though he made a concerted effort to try to be open-minded. There was no shortage of rumors about monster promiscuity, but there was quite a taboo around it. Decades and centuries of human propaganda about sexual relations with monsters leading to all kinds of illnesses ingrained the taboo in the public conscience. Actually, he wasn't quite sure how true that part was since it apparently wasn't very well studied, and it varied from species to species. There were all kinds of stereotypes that sit in the back of a person's mind when they are still ignorant, even if they don't necessarily embrace them. A common human bit of folklore was that all goblins were inherently sexually insatiable, but sex with them would give you warts. Best he could tell from what reading he managed, that one was a myth. Then of course there was the common believe that arachne would devour any partner they had sexual relations with. That one seemed to be harder to confirm or deny.

When Ophelia finally seemed to gather her attention on Rascal, she began to introduce herself nonchalantly at first, but seemed to stop dead in her tracks. Rascal felt the pause as she noted that he was human; she sounded almost entranced. Perhaps deep in thought. He couldn't quite figure out what was going through her mind, but as she processed it, his eyes briefly drifted over her shoulder to see what appeared to be an imp student... uh, selling a 'former teacher' on a leash? That couldn't be. There's no way that was allowed. Er, right? His eyes briefly locked with first the teacher and then the imp before he pulled his gaze away abruptly, feeling in the pit of his stomach like that eye contact would lead them to interacting at some point. What would he even say to something like that?

As his sights returned to Ophelia, it was just in time for her to snap up to her feet like a bottle rocket. The sudden movement made him take a step back in surprise; his eyes went big at the sight before him. There was a slight pivot of his upper body as he stepped back, but he mostly kept the heavy bags draped over his shoulder steady. She seemed to be quite a bit bigger than him and was quite voluptuous, so the sudden movement made her jiggle and bounce in all of the right places. It almost looked like she was going to tackle him by how her shadow seemed to eclipse him when she rose up, but instead, he was treated to a very sudden glimpse up the girl's skirt at her panties. It was jarring, but not altogether unwelcome. Or at all unwelcome, to be quite honest.

Ophelia's perkiness was almost contagious and he couldn't help but lean in as he spoke to her with a sophisticated charm that belied his poor upbringing, "I appreciate the warm introduction. My name's Rascal van Halen, which my teachers and foster families always love to emphasize when I get into trouble. I hope this doesn't sound extremely insensitive because I don't mean it to be, but you're really pretty. The depictions of orcs in human cities are not very flattering. Not really very nice either. Sorry about that. I was kind of surprised when the front office told me that you were an orc and showed me your picture, but the fact that you're even prettier than your school photo has me kind of blown away."
Ophelia was taken aback at his compliments. Sure she got hit on all the time,it was nothing new to receive a compliment, but the delivery and how he careful choose his words was surprising.
So this is how humans talk. How nice!!
"No that's not insensitive to say. I am an Orc, but I am a High Orc. Umm what's the word that would make the most sense to you." She grew silently trying to think of the best way to explain her difference, that could portray the proper picture for him. She snapped her fingers and her tail swished in happiness. "Like apples. You have green apples and red apples. They're different but still an apple at the end of the day."She then laughed at her own explanation and waved her hand. "Anyways,It's wonderful to meet you Rascal. You'll actually get the chance to learn about all us monsters as you go through class and begin to make friends." She turned hearing the click of margaret's hooves come her direction. She listened to her and glanced past her briefly seeing the other human. She then gave her a nod and sent her on her way.
"If you ever need anything and can't find me. You can ask anyone who's wearing this pin and they can help you and teachers of course!" She took a step back and looked him over and clicked her tongue. "I think we should start our tour by going to your room so that you don't have to carry all those heavy bags. Here let me help." She reached down and picked up one of his larger bags with such ease one might think the bag was empty. She then turned and placed her own bag on to her opposite shoulder.

After briefly glancing in the direction of the Demi-God teacher and saw hiw wrapped in conversation with a vampire she let out a small sigh but it was gone in an instant.
"Come on let's go!" and she lead the way to the dorms.
 
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If no one else pursues your storyline, I'd be happy to work something out with YC and mine down the road. Rascal can be pretty impulsive when he's manic, so he could potentially sign it for some reason.

'High Orc' was a term Rascal wasn't familiar with, but Ophelia's explanation made sense. They were almost like different breeds of dog or maybe different ethnicities. He briefly wondered how many different 'breeds' of orc there were, or if there were only High Orcs and... he assumed 'Low Orcs'? Briefly, he considered that hypothetical and whether the designated 'Low Orcs' would be fond of that descriptors. It almost sounded condescending in a way, and he considered that there might be hostility within the orcish world. Which made sense; humans fought amongst each other all the time, so why should other species be any different? The thought also occurred to him that perhaps human depictions of orcs were of these 'Low Orcs', but it was just as well possible that there were many different kinds and that 'Low Orcs' weren't a thing. Still, there was clearly a lot he could learn and he was interested to begin expanding his horizons.

Ophelia was reassuringly sweet. There were a lot of rumors about hostility toward humans that he might encountered, and he certainly got a fair bit of nasty looks while he was there, but so far, he hadn't encountered anything too bad. When Ophelia mentioned making friends, something clicked in his head that somehow hadn't really done so up until now. He would be making friends with monsters! The idea sounded almost preposterous, but it sounded strangely exciting too. Especially if she was any indicator. As he went to respond though, two more figures practically burst onto the scene. Boy, Ophelia was popular.

Interestingly though, one of the two was a human like him. Locking glances with him for a moment, he gave a casual nod of acknowledgment to recognize their shared origins. In a way, it helped to know that he wasn't the only one thrown into the lion's den. Quite literally in some cases, Rascal though as he glanced over at a pride of lion anthros passing by. There was someone more interesting than the human though. She was also quite big, but she kind of reminded him of a sheep or something. The girl had a fair bit of exposed flesh that was radiantly tanned, and horns that curled almost as much as her wool. For a moment, he locked eyes with her as well and nodded much as he had with the human, but had a much more coy look on his face as he did. After the moment was over, the two left and he was alone with Ophelia again.

Good bit of advice. He took a moment to look on the pin Ophelia was wearing and had to pry his eyes to avoid gawking at her heaving bosom. Just as he snapped back to reality though, she mentioned that they should check out his room. He couldn't help but be thankful for that after carrying these bags around all day. At first, they weren't too heavy, but after holding them for so long, it felt like the last step of a marathon when she yoinked it off his shoulders like an empty paper bag. That was kind of impressive actually.

Following her, his eyes glanced down at the plumpness of her behind before he looked back up and spoke up, "Thanks. Been hauling these around all day, and couldn't get anyone to tell me where to go to find my dorm. And remind me not to get on your bad side; apparently those muscles aren't just for show. Consider me impressed. Although... maybe I do want to get on your bad side."

There was a playfulness in his voice and if she were to glance back at him, he'd even wink at her to emphasize that it was playful banter. Considering he was only a human, he seemed to have the gift of gab. It wasn't just his word choice, but the delivery. The conviction and flare in his voice; the swagger in his steps, the pizzazz in his strut. There weren't many humans that would be in the epicenter of monster paradise exuding confidence as much as he was. It was endearing without being overbearing. It served him very well back home, but he wondered how charming monsters might find him.
 
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