School Daze

Titania University

Be the Man You Were Meant to Be.

With a sense of pride Zack read those words on the brochure again. There weren't a lot of men that were invited to attend Titania. In fact, until a decade ago, it had been an all-female school. Not only that, but it had been one that catered almost exclusively to demi-humans. So to be a human and get accepted? Well, needless to say he appreciated the honour.

And it had been an honour. Admissions had made that very clear when they gave him the good news, explaining how only the choicest of male students were admitted.

And now he was here.

But where was the orientation officer?

He looked about the campus, adjusting his grips on his bags. Miss Cutter was supposed to meet him by the front doors on the hour, but it was now fifteen minutes past and no sign of her. He was starting to get worried.

And he noticed he was getting a fair bit of notice.

He nervously shifted from one foot to the other, trying to avoid looking at the girls around campus. Of course, he knew Titana was the biggest and most prestigious college in the country that accepted monster girls. And he'd be lying if he said that hadn't played some role in his decision to attend. Still, he wasn't used to this much attention. Some goblin maids near the trees kept shooting him glances and giggles, and he was sure those three centaur girls had walked by at least half a dozen times by now. He caught himself fixing his hair again and swallowed nervously.

"Zachary Newfeld?"

"Huh? Sorry?"

He whipped about and started back a step, finding an absolutely gorgeous woman in front of him. She wore a prim jacket and almost scandalously high skirt, while silver scales shimmered on her neck and cheeks. Small fins flicked instead of ears, while lustrous black hair framed her face. Her eyes had a certain... reptilian quality about them, he couldn't help but notice. But far from being unnerving, Zack found them oddly intriguing.

She smiled, "Clarissa Cutter," she said, putting out her hand. "Orientation supervisor."

"Oh, ah, hello," he said, taking her hand and shaking it. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise," she said, flashing a brilliant smile, her voice sonorous and sweet, like a wave of gentle sound carrying him away. "Sorry for the delay. We've had quite the crop of freshmen. Were you waiting long?"

"Oh, no. No. Not at all."

"Excellent. Shall we?"

She opened the doors and ushered him inside, smoothly taking the lead.

"I hope you appreciate the privilege being bestowed on you," Cutter said as they walked down the polished hallways of the school, her heels clicking rhythmically.

"I do. Really!" he insisted. "And I intend to do my best to honour the rich culture of the school."

"Yes. About that," she said with a sideways glance. "I'm sure you've heard some things about the low graduation rates of male students."

"I have," he admitted.

She nodded along. "Yes. You see, unfortunately, a number of our attendees tend to come to Titania for, shall we say, less than academic reasons."

He felt his face warm. "I ah, assure you, ma'am, I'm absolutely dedicated to getting my degree."

"Let's hope so," she said with a sweet smile, yet the subtle teasing in her tone slid through him with a strange shiver of nameless anticipation, and made his manhood pulse and harden in his pants. "But all the same," she continued, her voice tugging him back to the present, "we have a daily orientation class in the afternoons for our male students. One of the projects we've undertaken to increase retention."

"Is it uh, mandatory?"

She nodded sympathetically. "I'm afraid so. But not to worry. I try to make it engaging, and I hope you won't mind listening to me for an hour everyday."

Zack sincerely doubted he'd have a problem with that. Her voice was so soothing and relaxing, he felt like he could listen to it all day.

"I don't mind."

"Wonderful," Cutter said with another of those winning smiles that made him feel like he'd just stepped under a tropical sun. "I'm sure you'll make a splendid addition to our school."

Zack nodded along eagerly, resolving to do his best at Titania, if only not to disappoint the gorgeous woman. Especially if he'd be meeting with her every afternoon.

His own expectations about the college were more than satisfied as they toured the place, taking in the cafeteria, gyms, extensive libraries and study halls. All of which, he couldn't help but notice, were positively stuffed with female coeds of every race imaginable. And though he spotted more than a few male students, it always seemed like they were outnumbered by females at least two to one.

"The dorms are this way," Cutter said as they once more crossed the lawn and towards a tall brickwork building on the other side. "And there is... one thing I should warn you about."

"What?"

She gave him a backwards glance, for the first time looking a bit apologetic. "You see, due to the... periodic shortage of male students once the year gets in full swing, Titania has made the decision not to segregate the dorms by sex. It just complicates things unnecessarily when the boys clear out. We keep the rooms male and female only, but am afraid that you'll be sharing the dorm with a number of female students. You don't have a problem with that, do you?"

"I don't see why I would," he replied.

She beamed and stopped before the doors. "Wonderful. Now, this is your key," she said, producing one from her pocket. "Room two two one. I'm sure you'll enjoy your time here at Titania. And, of course, I'll be seeing you tomorrow at four sharp in the Shimmer Annex. I'm so looking forward to helping you adjust to your future here."

Again, Zack felt that thrill of anticipation at her words. "Me too," he said.

She gave him a last smile and left him at the door to the dorms.

He watched her go, knowing he shouldn't stare at the way her ass rocked in her skirt, but unable to quite resist. When she was out of sight, he finally made his way inside, climbing to the second floor and hunting down his room. It took him some time to find it, but when he did, he tried the key and teased it open.

His dorm was about what he expected, consisting of two beds on either side of the room along with a pair of desks. One side was barren, but the other was clearly occupied, the bed heavy with bags, while a poster of an amazingly busty woman with cow horns graced the wall, framed by Christmas lights.

As he stood in the doorway, Zack heard the familiar sound of a shower from the room's shared bathroom. Making his way towards the unoccupied side of the room, he dumped his bags onto the bed.

The hiss of the shower cut off and Zack heard the thumping of someone moving around. A few minutes later the bathroom door opened to reveal a fit young man in a pair of loose pants and no shirt, a towel covering his head as he dried himself off. As the towel came free, it revealed a head of lanky brown hair and two surprised eyes.

"Hi," Zack said. "Name's Zack."

"Oh, hey. You must be the roommate," the stranger said with a lazy grin. "Name's John. Nice to meet you."

"Thanks. Already chosen your space?" Zack said, nodding at the messy bed and lights.

"You know it," John winked, tossing aside the towel and sauntering to his bags. "Not that I expect to be spending too much time in here."

Zack frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Come on, man," John chortled as he pulled on a shirt. "You kidding me? Getting into a school that's seventy percent hot monster girls? You better believe I'm going all in on this. Doubt I'll be in this room at all with all those hotties looking for a guy to share their bed. Right?"

Zack frowned. Not that he was surprised. As Cutter had said, there was going to be some male students like that. Zack was just annoyed he was going to be rooming with one who so clearly didn't appreciate the opportunity they'd been given. "That so?" Zack said neutrally as he pulled clothes from his bag.

"Oh yeah," John said, tugging on his shoes. "Going to really enjoy my school life. Get me?"

"I do," Zack said as he put his things into his dresser. "But I'm really more focused on classwork."

"C'mon," John said with a wry look at him. "You really didn't think about getting laid when you got here? Really?"

Zack cleared his throat. "Well, I mean..."

John guffawed. "Of course you did! Every guy here is coming to get some of that sweet monster girl tail."

"That would explain why men so rarely graduate," Zack muttered.

"Eh," John said, shrugging. "Some guys might not be able to handle it. Especially with the rumours."

Zack paused and glanced back. "Rumours?"

"Sure," John said as he finished lacing up his shoes. "You must have heard them, right? That the reason most of the guys don't finish is because they fall in love with a girl here? Drop out to marry her? C'mon, you have to have heard that bit."

"Not really. But, well, seems unlikely."

"Too true. I mean, monster girls are great for a quick fuck. But marrying them? C'mon?"

Zack scowled. "Nothing wrong with it, in my opinion," he replied.

"Sure. Sure. Whatever you say," John said, pushing himself off his bed and to his feet. He smoothed back his hair and grinned into a nearby mirror. "As for me, I'm going on the prowl. Rawr!"

"Good luck," Zack said, not really meaning it. If John noticed he didn't show it, instead strolling out of the room with a lazy saunter.

Zack sighed and turned back to his new dresser. Pulling out more of his clothes, he cocked his head as he heard the door open again. "Forget something?" he asked without turning around.

"Maaaaaybe."

The feminine drawl made him start, but before he could turn around a pair of arms looped around him and tugged him back against a soft chest. His head whipped about in surprise and he found himself almost nose to nose with a strikingly lovely face. Eyes with reptilian slit pupils in spiral rings sparkled impishly amid a mane of copper hair. A brush of scales gleamed on her cheeks, and a hint of fang was revealed in her grin. She wore a t-shirt with the words ManEater warped by the curve of her breasts, while a skirt hid her hips, but not so much he didn't see her lower body was that of a snake

"S-sorry!" Zack gasped. "Who..."

"Just your neighbour from across the hall," she purred, squeezing him again, in more ways than one. He suddenly felt a tightness around his legs and looked down to find serpentine coils wrapping around him. "Name's Sammy."

"O-oh. Nice to uh, meet you. I think," he gasped. "I'm Zack. But uh-"

"Sorry," she giggled, though she didn't look apologetic. She did take her arms off him, though her lower half remained tight about him. "When I saw you in here, I just couldn't resist having a little fun."

"Er, right. Thanks. But the, uh..."

"Oh, don't mind my tail," she said dismissively. "I swear, it sometimes has a mind all its own!"

"Kinda hard to ignore it," Zack replied as her coils slid further up his thighs and to his hips. If they went much further, they'd come across the unmistakable bulge in his pants.

"It's because you keep tensing up. If you relax, it won't think you're prey."

"Relax?"

"Sure! You gotta learn how to relax around here. Or college will just gobble you up!" she giggled. "Want some help with it?"

"I-"

"I know some very good techniques," she said, her voice dropping a little. Becoming sly and sonorous as she moved in close again, her t-shirt stretching wide across her bust. Soft breasts outlined sharply by the fabric, warping the logo like the letters were being stretched across a pair of basketballs. "In fact, that's what I'm taking. Massage Therapy. How about you?"

"Oh, uh, Transportal History."

"Oooh, bit of a dry subject. And not much money in it," she noted.

Zack tried not to wince. He knew only too well it wasn't a very practical degree. But it was what he was interested in, and what he would take.

"It's an interesting fi-ield!" he gasped as the coils slid up around his waist, rubbing his bulge in a very unsubtle way.

"I bet. Pretty intensive too. Takes lots of... concentration."

"Er, s-some," he admitted in a tight voice.

She gave him a knowing look. "Mhmm. Well, I think I think I'd better keep an eye on you," Sammy said, tapping a finger to his nose, her eyes flashing with amusement. "I bet you're gonna need a fair bit of... help. But be careful," she added teasingly, her finger stroking his cheek before sliding off with a flick to his chin. "Cute guy like you will have lots of interest soon. Reaaaal soon."

"What?"

"Nothing," she giggled, her tail loosening from around him as the lamia sidled out of the room with a backwards wave.

Zack watched her go, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he felt his cock throb in his pants. He shivered again at the memory of those scales. The intensity of her eyes.

But he steeled himself. He wasn't here to date, after all. He was here to study. To graduate. With conviction he resumed putting away his clothes.

And tried to ignore the needy throbbing in his pants...

#

Zack yawned, his hand fanning his mouth as he plodded up the stairs of the dorms. He'd known that his chosen subject would be difficult. But maybe he hadn't quite appreciated just how difficult it would be. Transportal science was a heavy subject, and took a lot of effort. Especially given the professor tended to single him out a lot. Something he didn't appreciate, given how much attention the female students gave him as a result. He practically ran out of the room at the end of class.

Though, avoiding his fellow students wasn't the only reason for that. Or his exhaustion. To be fair, he kind of suspected that had more to do with orientation.

Zack berated himself with frustration. Though he'd been attending Cutter's orientation class, he only ever seemed to come away drowsy and heavy headed. Just listening to her voice seemed to take all he had. That sweet, wonderful voice. So smooth and lyrical it was like listening to a song that ferried him away on soothing waves. It was a struggle not to close his eyes and just... fall asleep listening to her. He knew some of the other male students were, but she never seemed to notice.

Even then, though he managed to stay awake, he never seemed to remember what was talked about in there. He was only glad there were no tests for it. Especially since he came away from them so tired. He groaned as he plodded up the stairs, reaching his floor, and smiled in relief as he saw his room. He couldn't wait to get in there, get into bed, and just...

"Oh you have got to be kidding me," Zack moaned as he spotted the sock on the doorknob. Fucking hell. Every night like this! It never seemed to fail that John had some girl over when Zack got back. Honestly, he was starting to wonder if John went to any damn classes.

And John was definitely in there. Zack could hear the moans and thumps of bed posts against walls. And likewise, Zack knew that banging on the door to try and get the pair's attention would be an exercise in futility. He'd tried that a few times with all of zero results, and when he brought it up later, John didn't seem to give a shit. Just off in his own little world. Zack sighed. He would just have to wait.

Again.

Of course, he groused, this wouldn't be a problem if the last orientation session hadn't gone on for so long. Gods. Every time he finished them, he had such a headache. How was he supposed to study with all this bullshit happening?

"Fuck's sake," he snapped, slamming a fist on the door even though he knew it wouldn't do any good. "It's ten, dammit! I need to sleep!"

Moans and pants were all he heard and Zack banged his head into the door, resting it there with a groan. Dammit. Was he really going to end up spending the night in the cafeteria again?

"Problems?"

Zack turned his head to find Sammy in the doorway across the hall, the lamia leaning against the frame and giving him a knowing smirk. He also couldn't help but notice that she was only wearing a sports bra to restrict the immensity of her bust.

"Just... locked out of my room. Again," Zack said, trying not to sound bitter and knowing he failed utterly. "My roommate is having some... fun."

Sammy's smirk widened. "Aw. Poor thing," she crooned, sidling out of her room and towards him. "What are you going to do?"

He sighed and shrugged. "I guess go study in the cafeteria again."

"Oh no no! We mustn't have that," she said, her tail sidling around him.

Zack barely bothered to notice. Sammy's tail always seemed to be touching him whenever they met. Which was often. Though he'd been put off from her at first, he'd grown unexpectedly comfortable around her. Largely because she always seemed to pop up wherever he was, and had little concept of personal space.

And to be fair, he wasn't against getting to know the gorgeous snake-girl. He just... wasn't sure how to deal with her. She was very forceful. He hadn't thought he liked that in a girl, but Sammy had a way about her that put him at ease.

"Not like I have a lot of choice," he told her with another look at the sock.

"Of course you do. Just stay in my room until they finish."

He gave her a startled look. "Your room?"

"Sure. My roommate is never around anyway. And it's quite cozy. Promise," she said, her tail drawing him in towards the door like a fisherman reeling in a trout.

Zack wasn't too sure about that. But as her spiral eyes gazed into his with that hopeful look, he found his arguments dying on his tongue. And... it would save him an awful lot of walking to and from if he did stay with her for a bit.

"I... guess I could..." he said.

"That's the spirit. Now, come along," she purred, drawing him after her.

Zack followed the pull of her tail and found himself in a room almost the mirror image of his own in design. The same two desks and beds. The same single bathroom. Even the same solitary window between the beds.

But the decoration was considerably different. He had no trouble picking out which side belonged to Sammy. Clothes were strewn about and spilled from dresser drawers left hanging open. The sheets of the bed were in a tangle and practically lost among sumptuous pillows.

By contrast, the other side of the room was neat and primly made up, the bedsheets tucked in, the desk arranged in almost meticulous uniformity. Zack would have wondered if anyone even lived there, if not for the fact he was sure Sammy's mess would have migrated to the other side of the room if given the chance.

"Here we are," Sammy cooed, sidling onto the messy bed and depositing him beside her. She smiled at him, her long lashes fluttering as she nestled her chin in her hands and stared intently at him. "Feeling better?"

"More comfortable than the hall," he admitted.

"I bet."

He saw the tip of Sammy's tail tug the door closed. Only then did he realize the situation he was in. Alone in the room with the gorgeous snake girl, he suddenly felt his face warm and looked about uncertainly.

"So, uh..." he coughed. "I should maybe get to studying..."

"If you think it'll do much good," Sammy said as more of her tail wrapped about him, sliding around his midriff.

"Why uh, wouldn't it?"

"Remember what I told you?" Sammy asked with a knowing smile. "How bad stress is for studying?"

"I think so..."

"Well?" she said coyly. "You certainly sound stressed. Very stressed."

"I mean, yeah. But who wouldn't be?"

"Mmm. Want me to help with that?"

"You?"

"Sure," she said, drawing herself up beside him. "Didn't I tell you? I'm an expert in massage, and I can help make you so very relaxed."

"I... don't know..."

"Come on," she crooned, moving in closer, her eyes bright and gazing into his. A smirk on her lips. "I promise it'll be sooooo soothing..."