The Monster Multiverse

-Introduction-

The young man stared into the bathroom's mirror, meticulously observing his features before he would begin his first day as a high school senior. He spent the last few hours vigorously tending to his hygiene in an attempt to increase his chances at making good first impressions with his new teachers. Unfortunately, no matter what he tried, he was never satisfied with his appearance. His shoulder-length hair stood up in certain places, no matter how he attempted to correct the rogue strands. His brown eyes were visibly heavy with fatigue from his unhealthy habit of waking up very early to play video games, and staying up very late to do the same. His considerable height and remarkably healthy build left him with something to be proud of, however.

Having realized that any further attempts at improving his image would be a waste of his time, he departed from the bathroom to return to his room, right across the hall. The boy moved across his meagerly sized room to his opened closet, its compact dresser contained little else save for a modest amount of clothing, which were all exclusively black in color. Black denim jeans, black t-shirts, short black socks, black boxers, and hanging on the side of the dresser from a hook: his long black trench coat, which was the only piece of apparel that the young man hadn't yet adorned. The young man unhinged the coat from its hanging place and decided to examine it.

The coat was indeed made for women, but that hadn't stopped the young man from buying it at the local pawn shop two years ago. The only other one was designed for men, but its cheap build quality and poorly aged material was painfully ugly to look at, thus quality was chosen over gender designation for that decision. His coat had a dyed black opossum fur covered double-breasted collar, which was roughly two and a half inches wide with the fur trimmed vertically at three. Finally, the coat's build material consisted of some sort of very, very thick leather, it didn't shine at all like regular leather, but the young man decided that he liked it that way.

The young man ceased his examination, put his trench coat without belting it, and vacated his room to leave for the main entryway. The young man reached the dimly lit entryway after descending a flight of stairs branching from the hallway, he opened the closet to grab his black boots, and put them on. The young man approached the front door of his house, and flipped the the entryway light off, standing in the blinding darkness of his house as he proceeded to review his mental checklist of things he needed for the day.

He remembered that he'd left his backpack in his room, but decided to leave it behind for today. He never needed his backpack on the first day of school, as the materials he would acquire likely wouldn't be homework, and could be stored in his locker instead of being brought home. His black, cup styled headphones were around his neck, and its 3.5mm jack was plugged into his phone like it was supposed to. The young man liked walking, walking and listening to music, both activities often went hand in hand with each other so the capability to listen to music was something's absence he'd dreaded.

Once the young man had confirmed that his belongings were accounted for, he opened his house's front door and walked outside. His first step in the outdoors yielded to him a mildly cold reminder of the current month: September The young man ignored the slight breeze and cool air, and continued walking down his driveway and into the street, surveying the darkened environment that was his neighborhood.

He lived in the woodland outskirts of town, not necessarily the poor neighborhood, but where most of the trashy, redneck families and old people lived. The houses weren't very far apart, though they had a considerable amount of foliage and trees to separate them from each other. There were also quite a few houses in the area as well, roughly seven blocks of houses lined the area that he lived in, though the considerable number of trees that surrounded the area made it appear to be an area that only a few houses would be located in.

The young man was one of the only teenagers in a mile's radius of the area, which had left him with very little opportunity for him to make friends who's ages would be relatively close to his. That wasn't to say that he hadn't made friends at school, he had around three close friends, he'd also made several acquaintances in his classes too, but he very rarely ever saw any of them outside of school. The young man had learned to cope with his loneliness by shutting it out altogether, he indoctrinated into his mind that isolation was for the best, and it kept him from getting into the trouble that some of his friends were.

Half an hour had passed since the young man had left for school, it was almost six-thirty, but the sun showed no sign of having reached the horizon line, leaving the young man in the darkness yet. He was walking on a county road now, a long one that would take him to the middle of town where his school was located once he'd walked it far enough east. The wind had also picked up in speed, causing the young man's coat to mildly fan out behind him like a wide cape, he loved it when that happened, it made him feel like one of those action hero movie stars when it did.

It took only ten minutes to reach the town's edge: the eastern gas station, opposed to the other one across the intersection. He didn't like going to that one, though, because whenever he would go there to buy a soda: everyone would stare at him, and the staff would request that they search him before he left. The young man would then open his coat and backpack for them to see that he hadn't shoplifted anything from the gas station, and then he would leave with everyone glaring at him, all-in-all it was an unnecessarily long and tedious process for a soda.

Having passed the eastern gas station, the young man stood at the the intersection's easternmost crosswalk platform, waiting for the red lit walk signs to turn green and indicate that it was safe for him to cross. Only about twenty seconds had passed before the cars had stopped in the appropriate lanes, allowing the young man safe passage across the two roads. The young man looked both ways, then jogged at a brisk pace across the roads so as to not keep the cars waiting, then stopped at the westernmost crosswalk platform to check for any cars in front of him. Having ascertained that there was no further traffic ahead, he continued to moved across the left turn lane and onto the western gas station's grassy hillside, and ascended it, bringing the gas station into his view.

The young man stood atop the hill overlooking the gas station, his trench coat calmly flowing behind him as the wind traveled in his direction as he observed the station. The western gas station didn't have many cosmetic differences between it and the other one, just the logo, and it's main building was maybe a few square yards larger. Both were white, with a grey brick exterior, and a red, white, and blue roof on it. Almost everything, and everyone in the store was visible at this distance, two cashiers, three customers in different places around the gas station's interior, and a considerable amount of vividly colored food and other conveniences placed against a long white canvas of shelves and glass windowed refrigerators.

It was almost forty-five after six, yet there wasn't too much traffic coming through the gas station, so the young man walked at his usual brisk pace across the gas station's fueling area, and into the station itself. He opened the door and walked in, heading straight for the refrigerated goods section, dodging and waving between the waist-length shelves that had been inconveniently placed in the middle of the aisles. Having pulled two twelve ounce cans of Mt. Dew from one of the transparent windowed refrigerator shelves, the young man made his way to the checkout counter, putting the cans on the counter for the cashier to ring up while he pulled out two dollar bills from his coat's right pocket to pay for the soda with.

“Your total comes to one-ninety-two.” The cashier said as she finished scanning the soda cans, the young man had already begun to hand her the bills as she set the cans back down on the counter in front of him.
“Two ones.” The cashier mumbled to herself as she opened the cash register to deposit his payment, the lady punched three numbers on the register's keyboard and no later had a nickel and two pennies come rolling out into a shallow, oval shaped tray on the side of it. The young man quickly grabbed his change and his soda cans.

“Have a nice day ma'am.” He told the cashier, to which she smiled at him and nodded once. The young man put both of the cans and his change into the pockets of his coat, and began traveling his route straight to school. He crossed a road to the sidewalk of his local burger joint and gave the interior a quick glance from a distance. Young men and women who appeared to be no older than him were frantically working the milkshake machines and cleaning vacant tables while the manager shouted at them to work faster, the young man couldn't hear why, but one of the workers quickly set down his mop and threw his arms up in frustration before shouting back at the manager. The young man had already passed the building before he could see any more of the conflict between the two, though he hadn't exactly been interested in the first place.

The young man walked a bit further before crossing another traffic depraved road onto another sidewalk. This one was considerably steep, it lead up to what would be the town's larger commerce area, but it consisted of nothing more than a pawn shop, and a few bars where the town drunks could go and blow their hard-earned cash on their pointless alcohol and pull tab habits. The school that the young man attended wasn't even a half mile away, just beyond the commerce area's street of buildings.

He began to wonder about the new teachers that he would meet, what they might think of him, how un-fun the classes and their student rosters they would be. If the young man was lucky, then he would have an entire class of women. Women usually left him alone on account of his coat that he wore to class during the colder seasons. Often he would be called a “creep”, or he would hear a group of girls in the desks ahead of him talking about how he looked like a “rapist”, or something along those lines. It wasn't exactly the most fun thing for him, but it kept girls away, a unique luxury that he enjoyed.

Women weren't exactly something he was particularly fond of, if at all, actually. It didn't take much effort for him to avoid them, so he was rarely ever near them except for when he was in class. He was indeed straight, but he almost despised the concept of sexual intercourse as much as he despised women, which proved to be a rather ambivalent sexuality for him to deal with. The young man's friends would often tease him because of his lack of interest in women or sex, and often called him “fag” jokingly as a result. His disdain for females hadn't been caused by a traumatic event or experience, rather, it developed over time. He had seen it time and time again: the boy and girl confess their love for each other, and only a few days, or weeks later they'd be at each others necks for the most pointless reasons, and both having lost something of value to each other. Put simply, the young man had no desire to ever get married, have kids, or have sex.

The young man's thoughts had distracted him long enough that the bright lights of the town's commerce area had almost faded entirely from his view, and there was only one last intersection separating him from his school and beginning his first day as a senior. He walked across the road's right turn lane onto the easternmost crosswalk platform, and waited once again for his turn. The young man checked his phone for the time: fifty-five after six. There were considerably more cars out now than there were at the previous intersection, but the amount was still much less than there would be when he walked home. The crosswalk's walk signal had taken a bit longer than the previous one, but it was still rather snappy, almost catching the young man off guard as he looked up from his phone. He looked both ways, then ran across both of the roads, stopping on the westernmost platform again to check for any traffic coming through before crossing the left turn lane onto the school's sidewalk to continue onwards to his destination.

Walking to school was quite the adventure for the young man indeed, the route he took to get there spanned well over three miles in distance. He'd been walking this way to school for the past two years, that combined with his daily routine of spending an hour of walking laps around the varsity gym during his strength and condition class, he'd developed quite the endurance when it came to walking great distances. The young man's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a passing school bus, and he found that the high school building was now directly in front of him, he had finally arrived.

The young man approached the school from the front, there weren't any students in the courtyard yet, but the entire area would likely be crowded in no longer than ten minutes. He examined the school's outdoor billboard for any sort of noteworthy information beyond “first day of school”, and unsurprisingly found nothing beyond the latter. The young man returned his attention to entering the school, and ascended the maroon brick staircase that led to the school's front double doors. He stopped dead in his tracks and froze up when he reached the top of the stairs however, there was an unusually tall, menacing looking figure looking down at him and standing in his way.

He could tell that the figure was a woman, an immediately visible characteristic considering that her chest was rather...unconcealed. The woman's skin was unnaturally pale, and her hair was white as snow, the length of which was almost exactly the same as the young man's. She also appeared to be only a few years older than the young man was, around her early twenties if he were to make an honest guess. She too was also dressed in a black trench coat, hers was made of cotton, buttoned up to just below her chest. Her coat was also built from a significantly thinner material than the young man's and lacked the furred collar as well. There was one trait of hers that stood to him, far above the rest of her physical abnormalities: her eyes. Her irises were glowing a dim, yet vibrant shade of crimson, it was almost as if they had been made of naturally luminescent and flawlessly trimmed rubies. Alan didn't know who, or what she was, but he knew for certain that she wasn't from around here.

“It's not polite to stare at a woman for so long, Alan.” the tall lady said, her voice was soft in its tone, but it also held a pinch of annoyance, making it clear that she found the young man's examination to be particularly bothersome.

He shook his head a bit, and cleared his throat. “Don't flatter yourself, there are several other things I can set my eyes on around here, and looking at a specific few of might actually not be a waste of my time.” He countered bitterly. He had been known around his school for his tendency to be incredibly caustic towards girls, and the way he spoke to the ones he especially hated was subtle, but appallingly cruel.

The mysterious lady's attitude suddenly shifted sharply, and matched Alan's in response to the insult, except she was much less considerate about how she used volume and a "respectful" vocabulary to express it. “You think you're funny you little shit? If it were my decision to make, I would beat your disrespectful ass all the way up and down this courtyard instead of escorting you to your new school!” the lady shouted at the young man in a fit of sudden anger.

His eyes had gone wide at this point, out of both disbelief and curiosity. “New school, what the hell are you talking about, lady?” he said. The young man stared at the woman with furrowed eyebrows, it had taken her only about a minute's worth of conversation to accomplish what took most other women months to do: make Alan Dervoda hate your guts for any reason other than being a woman.

The lady glared some particularly sharp daggers at Alan, then raised her hand, and then her index finger. “First, I am not “lady” to you, I will have you address me as either Mistress Pierla, Mrs. Preivisshka, or ma'am, am I understood?” Pierla's attitude had audibly returned to its normal calm and authoritative state. Alan was dangerously close to experiencing the exact opposite change, however. He was fast becoming considerably annoyed by her high-horse behavior, and made a mental note that he would definitely show her who's boss one day.

Alan wasn't sure if he could stand interacting with this woman any longer, so he decided that he would discard his resentment for her, and play along with her instructions. If this strange woman was telling the truth about him being transferred to a new school, then it was his only chance at escaping the unpleasant experience of attending the same school that the shit-faced drug addicts, and scrub garbage lower grade students that lived in town did. “Yes Mistress Pierla, I understand. If I may make a request, you mentioned earlier that you were to escort me to my new school, may you please do so for me, ma'am?” Alan asked in the most respectful manner he knew. He'd had plenty of opportunity to practice his mannerisms, Alan spent a good deal of time around his antagonizing, and painfully devoted Catholic grandparents whom demanded nothing less than exemplary-grade behavior and beyond from him.

Pierla flashed a rather toothy grin at Alan, visibly pleased with his prompt behavioral adjustment. “That is much better Alan. Now, I believe we should be heading off as you requested, make haste now, we're almost late. The duo then walked around the to the side of the school, and ventured beyond the back parking lot and headed straight for the woods that resided nearly side by side to the football field behind the school. Alan had no idea where exactly she was taking him, how they would get there, or why he'd even agreed to follow her, but judging from the person escorting him: Pierla, that this was definitely no ordinary school he would be attending.

The two had traveled through the woods for no longer than a minute when they had reached a very small clearing in its trees, in the center of it, something that Alan thought that he'd never see for real in his entire life: a Fairy Ring. Fairy Rings were a thick grouping of mushrooms that grew in a ring, often leaving room for one person, or many to stand in the middle of, depending on the ring's size. European folklore often stated that Fairies or Elves could use it to teleport to different mythical realms and kingdoms, Alan didn't think Pierla was a Fairy, glowing eyes or not.

Pierla entered the ring, stood in the middle, and then motioned for Alan to do the same. Once the both of them were positioned in the ring's center, Pierla put her hands together as if she were praying, and began to mutter a strange incantation in a language that Alan couldn't understand. No later than after she'd began her incantation, the fairy ring's interior had begun to glow with a brilliant light that startled Alan, causing him a fair deal of anxiety, but not enough to prevent him from keeping composed and completely still. Soon, Alan found his eyes to be almost completely blinded by the white light as it engulfed him, and Pierla's strange words steadily became more and more quite and distant with each passing moment. He could barely keep his eyes open, he felt very tired, but wasn't sure if succumbing to the intense drowsiness was an entirely good idea, which was, ironically the last he thought about before he did. Alan's vision flashed from white to black in an instant, and Pierla's voice ceased to reach him any longer as he passed over into the unknown realm.

The Lay of The Land-
“Do you think he's going to wake up soon? I don't have much time, and I would like to speak with him if at all possible.”

“That's quite alright Sehrin, I do believe he's already awake, anyway.”

“Damn, saw right through me...” Alan thought to himself. The cover of his feigned sleep had been blown by a girl who's voice he was deeply infuriated to recognize as Pierla's. The young man had already been awoken by the light that shone into his eyes not too long ago anyway. Having realized that trying to evade conversation with Pierla and her companion, this Sehrin, would be impossible, Alan decided to open his eyes. He immediately recognized his environment as the interior of a boothed train, adorned with nothing save for the source of the light that had awakened him: the small window to his right, and a small table. Sitting on the opposite side of the tiny booth, as expected, was Pierla and her accomplice.

Pierla's clothing had changed entirely. She no longer wore her trench coat, and instead was dressed in am entirely black, simple robe that, thankfully, covered her cleavage. Pierla was also adorned with various styles of jewelry, one necklace around her neck, and two considerably expensive, yet simple looking gold crafted ear rings.

Sehrin was dressed in an all white blouse, a single blue ribbon decorated the lowest point of its neck. Her skin was a light tan like Alan's, which complimented her blouse rather well. Her irises were green, and her blonde hair was a bit longer than Alan and Pierla's: about shoulder length. She was shorter than Pierla by roughly five inches. Alan made sure not to stare, but he estimated that her breasts were sized no smaller than an unbelievable double E. They were larger than any he'd ever seen before, and Alan was stunned that neither her body, nor her back showed any stress from the seemingly sheer weight of her oversized mammaries, although that was likely due to the fact that her “attachments” were resting on the rectangular table that separated the duo from him. Sudden twitch-like movements drew Alan's attention upward to the top of her head, where two blonde furred, fox shaped ears were present. Alan didn't know what to think, he had his suspicions about Pierla, but Sehrin's unusual ears raised a few red flags to Alan about just how human the two girls were. He decided that he would address the issue at a later date, and prioritized introductions over their unique features.

“You're Sehrin, correct?” Alan asked. Sehrin nodded once, then put her arm out forward. Alan responded by doing the same, and then shook hands with her before lounging back lazily into his booth seat.

“You said something earlier, about wanting to speak with me.” Alan stated. Sehrin smiled, then retrieved a sheet of paper from beside her. She placed the paper on the table in front of him, allowing Alan to scrutinize it for any details that he may or may not have considered important. It was his schedule, only four classes had been assigned to him, all of which were for roughly an hour's duration. The sheet also had a dorm room number: fourteen-hundred and forty-two. Alan had become confused, he thought that he was attending a new high school, not a new dorm college or university.

“Uh...Sehrin. It says here that I have the dorm room number, fourteen-hundred and forty-two. How many students are attending my school?” Alan asked curiously.

“Roughly sixteen-hundred.” Sehrin quickly responded. Alan, though having received a satisfactory answer to his question, was still a bit puzzled by the numeric figure.

“So, are there two dorms, then, or what?” Alan inquired. Sehrin had caught on to Alan's confusion and found it rather entertaining, and concluded that slowly breaking the strange news to him would be an enjoyable and humorous ordeal indeed. “We have only one dorm.” Sehrin answered truthfully. Alan had began to catch on to the booth's metaphorical white elephant, and he was going to call it out, he'd grown tired of all these secrets.

“...Alright...Seriously, what's big the catch here?” Alan looked Sehrin right in the eyes, a stern expression had taken form on his face at this point. Both Sehrin and Pierla had begun to giggle like children, Alan wasn't taking the fun they were producing from his ignorance very well at all. It was Pierla's turn to speak, she'd regained her composure enough to reply to him by then.

“You're going to be sharing a single dorm with over fifteen-hundred girls, but that's not all...” Alan's eyes had already gone wide with horror before she could finish, his stern attitude had melted under the frightening pressure of the beginning of Pierla's horrible sentence. “A little introduction to our world for you, Alan. You see, all of the inhabitants of this dimension require spirit-energy to survive, I'll give you three guesses as to how we can get it."

“T-there will be no guessing, you are going to tell me what's what immediately!” Alan demanded. Pierla and Sehrin titled their heads to face each other, then looked back at Alan. Sehrin looked like she could have busted a gut out of laughter at any second, while Pierla was somehow able to maintain a straight face as she observed Alan's blatant discomfort.

“Your Semen, or blood we require either of those sources to live. As silly as it sounds, it's the truth. Unfortunately, men are an incredibly rare occurrence in this world. You're the first to be brought here in centuries.” Pierla stated. Sehrin lost it as soon as she finished, she fell over in her seat, laughing as she saw Alan's face, which was greatly contorted from shock and disbelief. Alan thought her dreaded words could've caused him to suffer a heart-attack at any moment. He was unsure of whether or not to believe Pierla, he tried telling himself that she was just pulling his leg for the sake of some sick humor, but after considering the oddities that these girls were, Alan didn't know what was truth or not.

“You're joking, the both of you!” Alan insisted firmly. Suddenly, a horrible truth dawned upon him, if these girls too were born of this strange place...

“You two...aren't going to try anything, nothing even remotely scandalous or anything, r-right...?” Alan stammered out nervously as he blushed like a tomato. He wouldn't show, or admit to it, but Alan had become more than a bit aroused by the idea of hundreds of women, or even just these two, coming to him for intercourse or some-such. This was yet another example of his healthy youthfulness conflicting with his morals and common sense.

Pierla scoffed, then crossed her arms. “If you weren't new here, I would take that as an insult, Alan. Though, while I may not be so accepting of the fact that I need a man's...essence to live, perhaps Sehrin would be more...willing to accommodate your desires if you should have them.” Pierla said. As if on cue, Sehrin recovered from her fit, and began to eye Alan as if he were liquid gold. Alan began to shudder from the intensity of her gaze, and began to worry about the woman's intentions. Alan wasn't a particularly capable fighter in the least, he'd never been a good combatant with anything other than a firearm. Should Sehrin have decided that he was a male worth molesting, then there'd have been no way for Alan to resist her advances and he'd just sit there and take it as a result, right in front of Pierla too. Fortunately, the awkward silence was broken when Sehrin ceased her staring and let out an unexpected, and quite cute yelp.

“I almost forgot, I have a very important meeting to attend!” Sehrin yelled worriedly. She quickly stood up out of her seat and started for our booth's door, and it was then, that I saw the true extent of her lupine features. Sehrin was a Kyuubi, that is, a nine-tailed fox. Her blonde, white-tipped tails flowed out from a cut-out hole in her dress, just above her rear. The tails behind her gracefully as she moved, each idly swaying whilst keeping together in a flawless formation not unlike the rear feathers of a wild turkey.

“I'll see the two of you later. Alan make sure you visit my office in administration as soon as you reach the school. Have a nice day!” Sehrin said to the both of the booth's remaining occupants, no sooner than she finished her sentence she'd left for a destination unknown. Only Pierla and Alan were left in the tiny little room, and neither of them wished to engage in any sort of interaction whatsoever, Alan still needed more answers, however.

“This place that I will be staying, what is its name?” Alan asked Pierla. Alan's boothmate surprisingly discontinued her staring out of the window, and scoffed, as if he had asked her a genuinely “stupid” question. “Ehra Luit Academy, now leave me alone, human.” Pierla retorted. Alan was caught off guard by the end of her statement, he thought that Pierla was human too. Having given the thought some consideration, and remembering the unusual qualities of her eyes, he decided to investigate the matter further.

“Mistress Pierla, If you are able to call me “human” and distinguish yourself from my race, then would it trouble you to tell me what you are, so that I may distinguish your traits from the others' at Ehra Luit?” Alan asked with a great deal of politeness in his tone, which he had assumed was crucial to conducting any sort of conversation with her. Pierla responded with her mild grin, the one that overflowed with blatant arrogance once triggered with praise and reverence, deserved or not.

“If you really must know, human, I am one of the most respected and prestigious races in all of this realm, a Vampire. Vampires are often able to pass themselves off as human, to those of the pathetic, inperceptive latter such as yourself. Our eyes, elongated canines, and Elvish ears are our only physical differences, a vampire's incredible strength, agility, intelligence, and astounding beauty aside, of course.” Pierla said, her ego figuratively oozing out of her.

“Am I also to assume your kind's weakness to sunlight is your only flaw, and your necessity to feed off of a human's blood and...semen, then?” Alan asked. He felt a bit reprehensive after asking her such a question, for it was only a moment's passing before Pierla's short fuse had been once again unintentionally lit by Alan.

“Don't be ridiculous! The sun's light...hasn't any effect on us at all, we merely develope sun burns at a faster rate than the other races. Also, a human's blood is a most desirable delicacy to us vampires, semen is...tolerable in its flavor. Regardless of taste, both are necessary to us if we are to maintain our superior strength and beauty. It shouldn't surprise you that a vampire can steal both fluids from you at the same time.” Pierla boasted.

Alan hadn't expected her to be so forthcoming about her sexual capabilities, though she had done an excellent job at arousing him by doing so. The lustful scenarios that Alan had begun to subconsciously brainstorm would have made for the best realities in the perspective of his suppressed sexuality, and his phallus's best interests had began to shove aside his brain's as a result.

“You're ridiculous and arrogant claims are clearly false. If you, or even any member of your race for that matter, can perform such a feat that is above and beyond the norm of acquiring your sustenance, then you should be more than capable of demonstrating them on a “pathetic human” such as myself, else your pride and reputation as a rightfully feared and respected vampire should be forever forfeit.” Alan taunted her skillfully.

Pierla was glaring at him something very fierce, her eyes had begun to glow their natural bright red, though much more hostile in intensity. It seemed to Pierla that dominating and proving Alan wrong had become two equally accomplishable tasks, which was just the sort of bait he wanted her to take. Fortunately for Alan's plan, the train had turned in such a manner that the sun's light shone through the booth's window no longer, which would cause Pierla to become much more confident in making advances on Alan. It almost seemed as if life itself wanted him to experience this, Pierla's perfectly exploitable pride, the environment's shifting, it seemed to Alan that the entire stage had been set for this moment.

“An additional lesson for you, human. Vampires don't take kindly to those who make shoddy attempts at exploiting them for their own disgusting desires.
Alan blinked in both response and surprise, giving Pierla all the time a Vampire like her needed to lean forward out her seat and use just two fingers to hit her target: a pressure point on Alan's neck. Pierla's swift attack was nothing more than an instant blur to his eyes, her inhuman speed proved too fast for the young man's eyes to even try to follow. Alan found his entire body to be unresponsive to his attempts at moving, his mouth slacked, and his eyes were frozen in their neutral position. Alan was entirely powerless, he could do nothing save for remaining limp against the corner of his booth seat, and await whatever Pierla had in store for him.

“Did you honestly believe that you could manipulate me, like nothing more than a mere tool?” Pierla hissed at Alan. The seemingly heavy booth table had been moved by Pierla, placed against the door and now doubling as a barricade instead of just an out-of-the-way object. Pierla had already been towering over him, even before his mind was able to register that he had taken the blow in the first place. Her black clothing appeared unnervingly ominous when placed against the backdrop that was the heavily darkened interior of the booth, Alan likely would have mistaken her for an angel of death, if he had believed in such things.

“The nagging paigns of my hunger have not been remedied as of late. As punishment for your attempt to take advantage of me, I am going to take advantage of you, that is, your blood and your...other essence will be mine to quell said paigns. Unfortunately, a vampire's saliva has a naturally produced aphrodesiac mixed with it, that is, you'll feel nothing but raw pleasure when you're bitten by one of my kind. Even more so unfortunate, a human's blood also has the same effect for us, considerably more so...” Pierla explained. The vampire then knelt down to eye-level with Alan, her crimson luminescent irises were ever beautiful to him, even during the most hostile moment that they were experiencing together. Without warning, another jab had struck him. The numbing effect of this attack was so intense, however, that Alan had initially been unaware of where Pierla's fingers had jabbed his body. He had begun to worry if his respiratory system was even still functioning properly.

“You don't deserve to experience the pleasure I could bestow unto you. You are nothing but worthless prey to me, nothing more. To even consider that you might have the potential to be something beyond that, what a laughable concept indeed!” Pierla berated him. Alan would have been livid were it not for his current state, he could barely even understand Pierla's words. His thoughts had become clouded, and his emotions were no more organized nor possible to surface than the latter.

“I shalln't throw away anymore of my time with words, you're not even worth wasting breath on, and now...” Pierla whispered into Alan's ear. She then put her arms around him, Alan struggled to ascertain where they were on his body, but he was sure that one of them held his head, tilting it to his right. He was near the point of becoming unconscious, and he could only barely feel the soft, wet texture of Pierla's tongue as she had begun to lick the left side of his neck before she would bite him, he tried to enjoy what vague pleasure that gave him, at least. The feeling was short lived, however, as Alan's mind nor body could continue working in the world of consciousness, instead, he drifted off into a much-needed slumber.

"A Walk In The Woods"-
Alan awoke for what must had been the fourth or fifth time today. The train had finally started slowing down after what had to have been hours of travel. He peered out of the window, and saw that it was now daytime, a thick cloud of fog obscured most everything in sight, save for a two rows of lanterns that stood parallel against each other, and in between them was a path made of stones that led into a forest of trees. Alan's attention was abruptly turned to the door on his left, the sound of footsteps and voices made him stress a bit. The young man remembered what Sehrin and Pierla told him earlier, and Alan guessed that not all of the girls would be so reserved and restrained in expressing their affection towards a newly acquanted male. "What if one of them comes in and decides that I'd make suitable for a meal, or fuck-toy? I'd likely be shared around with the entire crowd!" Alan worried to himself. His answer arrived as a knock on the door.

"A-Alan? Alan are you okay? Sehrin sent me to make sure that you were awake, are you ready?" A recognizably feminine voice behind the door asked.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm up. Come in and identify yourself." Alan replied. No sooner than after his response had the door's handle turned, and then opened. There was very little light in the booth due to the window facing the west, but whatever was coming through the doorway was holding a lantern, which caused a desirable amount of light to illuminate the room. Alan heard what sounded like clopping as the figure slowly entered, and was then quickly given sight of what looked to be a lavender colored Centaur, no bigger than a fully-grown miniature pony. Though her upper-half was covered by what seemed to be a purple, hooded top-robe, Her human part looked to be nothing out of the ordinary, save for her short, purple hair, which Alan could only assume was somehow natural considering the color of Pierla's. Her human half's skin, also like Pierla's, was pale, and her irises eyes were an astounding baby-blue in color.

Having no time to waste, Alan slowly stood up from his seat. "Tell me your name, you already know mine." Alan requested.

"My name is Jennie Merinan, I've been assigned by Ehra Luit's headmaster, Sehrin, to make sure that you don't get lost, or...misguided by some of the other students on the way to your dorm room." Jennie introduced herself. The Centaur then performed the closest thing to a curtsy as her lower-half would allow, and then smiled warmly at the young man in front of her.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, then." Alan returned her polite attitude, and reached out his right hand for a customary, American hand-shake. To the young man's surprise, the Centaur returned the gesture, showing unprecedented knowledge of some of his home realm's mannerisms.

"Hate to have to cut ourselves short, but I think we'd best get moving. Can I just call you Jen, for short?"
"Of course."

"Right. If there's nothing further, then we should get a move on."

With his newly met Centaur friend in tow, the two moved out of Alan's booth, and through the train's cars to the nearest exit. The train's interior outside of the booths was decorated with a sort of maroon red wallpaper and matching color short-carpet. The regal style was a bit unsavory for Alan's taste, but he disregarded it as he continued through. The two found their exit only a minute later, stepping (and clopping) off the train, and onto the stone-laden path that would lead them to Ehra Luit. Alan felt the cold September air nipping at him, without his long-coat he felt cold, naked, and vulnerable, he dreaded it.

"Alan, follow me. There's a hidden Fairy-Ring to the east that we can use to teleport to Ehra Luit, it will save us a great deal of time." Jennie said to Alan before she led him off of the beaten path.

Alan was a bit apprehensive of going into uncharted territory in low-visibility conditions regardless of the daylight, especially with the fog being as thick as it was. Setting his fears aside, Alan followed Jen into the fog, hopeful that their trip to the ring would be, at the very least: somewhat uneventful.

...

Alan and Jennie had been walking for roughly fifteen minutes without any strange ocurrences, something which the young man was grateful for considering how much he had been through this morning.

"Don't worry Alan, we're almost there. It's just beyond a ravine."

"You're certain that this route was faster than actually walking the other path?"

"By an hour or so, yes."

Alan was becoming impatient, and anxious with his detour's duration. He had been hearing voices whispering around him for a while, but he decided not to alert Jen about it. He guessed that whatever was out there had to be another type of monster-girl if it could talk, or a dangerous pack of human-male cannibals. Thankfully, the whispering was perceivable enough for Alan to conclude that it belonged to several women, and not a pack of vicious cannibals.

Jennie had stopped ahead, Alan had initially guessed that she had reached the ravine, but from what Alan could see through the fog, there was no such ravine in sight.
"You've been hearing them, haven't you, the voices?"

" Yeah, I have. Do you know what they are, or where they're coming from?"

"Of course, they're ghosts. There's a graveyard not too far off from here. They never bother me when I travel through these parts, but they're likely interested in your presence."

"Uh, I take it that my life is in jeopardy, then?"

"No, just your spirit-energy, but only if you should seek out the Ghosts for the pleasure they can give you, that is. We're much too far away for them to pose any threat otherwise. You'd be in trouble if you found yourself surrounded by them though, I doubt a man would ever leave their turf after having sex with one of them, let alone a group."

"Spirit-energy, what's that, like a soul, like, the kind I don't have?"

" Funny, but, more or less. It resides in your body, all monster-girls need to feed on it to live. It's found also in both semen and blood, with the latter yielding hardly a fraction of what the former does, which is why a monster-girl will never fatally injure a man. The more spirit energy a monster-girl consumes, the more powerful, beautiful, and, likely, respected by other's of their kind they become."

"Yourself included, right?"

The Nightmare quickly became flustered at Alan's question, and began to fidget nervously.

"Y-yes, we all do. Why?"

"I'm not a man of free rides, but, since you're helping me, I think that it would only be fair for me to return the favor, yes?
Jennie was at a loss for words, many of her kind would do anything to be in her place. Having a handsome young man such as Alan offering himself to her, it was like a dream come true. She was terribly aroused by both Alan's offering, and her base instincts, there was no way that she could refuse such a deal, nor did she want to. Regardless of her lack of sexual-experience, she was fairly confident, and hopeful, that she would be able to create a stellar experience for the both of them if he actually went through with his deal.

"If you are sure, t-then, I-...I'd love to, thank you so much, Alan!"

The Nightmare then positioned herself against a nearby tree, and hugged it with her human half, her lower body kneeled slowly at the front to present Jennie's sopping wet, Centaur cunt to her partner. Alan was immediately taken aback by both Jennie's enthusiasm, and the stunning size of her snatch, which constantly dripped with thick, white fluids of arousal. Alan worried that his rod wouldn't be very pleasing to Jennie due to it's size, it was obviously designed to take mates who were more than double his size in "endowment", but the gaping, wet mess that was her pussy was too delicious of an invitation for Alan to have passed up.

Alan hurriedly unzipped his black jeans, and lowered his matching boxers and the latter just enough to give his stiff, seven-inch long cock the air that it needed. Alan approached the Nightmare before him, got a firm, but gentle grip on her flank, and rubbed his shaft vertically against Jennie's pussy lips in an attempt to lubricate it. Alan had watched enough Hentai to know that going in dry was usually a bad idea, and quite often led to a painful experience for the woman, he was too considerate for that. Jennie was quite receptive to his advances, but she clearly wanted more from Alan. The considerably thick pussy juice that practically gushed from Jennie's snatch now more than coated Alan's throbbing tool, radiated a tantalizing warmth around his cock that aroused him even further, and would also act as a more than suitable lubricant for their love-making.

Being unable to hold back for any longer, Alan reaffirmed his grip on his partner, and slowly penetrated her. Both Alan and Jennie screamed out in pleasure as Alan hilted himself inside of the Nightmare, their unison having been completed at last. The young man slouched over against Jennie as he recovered from the unexpected wave of heat and tightness that Jennie's wet cunt gifted his rod with. Having had his time to recover, Alan took the liberty of beginning a moderately fast rythym of thrusting for the two to start with, and work further from. Jennie was inexperienced, however, and merely took Alan's thrusting.

"Ohh, oh god! Cmon' Jen, ugh...Ah! Work with me here!"

"O-oh! Sorry!"

No sooner had Jennie began moving her lower-half against Alan's motions, causing herself to scream out in newfound exctasy as her pleasure was more than doubled from the additional lubricated friction. Alan's thoughts became fuzzy and incomprehensible just like before with Pierla, he could only focus on the sex, and the pleasure it brought him.

"Alan, your cock is so big and h-hot, pound my cunt, harder!"

The young man redoubled his efforts, and soon found himself nearing an orgasm, the excessively wet, and humid interior of the Nightmare's pussy was proving too much for him to take. Alan strengthened his grip on Jennie as he thrusted even faster into her depths, the need to cum was unbearable to him.

"Jen, I'm going to...I'm going to cum!"

"Me too, Alan! Just let it all out, let it all out inside of me!

The encouragement from Jennie was all that Alan needed to hear, for only a few seconds later, he found himself thrusting as fast as he possibly could, and only moments away from cumming inside of his partner. Finally, Jennie screamed out as loud as she could in total bliss as she climaxed, her cunt convulsing and squeezing around Alan's rod tighter than ever, her cunt releasing unprecedented amounts of thick girl-cum. Alan couldn't hold on for any longer either, and came an inhuman amount of semen as he continued to pound away at the cum-spattered mess that was her cunt, several thick strands of sticky fluids connected between eachother's crotches. Jennie began to swoon as she felt her womb being filled with Alan's essence, the feeling relaxed her to a point of pleasant exhaustion whilst Alan continued to fuck her.

Eventually, having filled his partner's cunt entirely to the brim with semen, and then some, Alan's considerably large orgasm had blown over. The young man removed himself from Jennie and sat down to rest, thoroughly tired, and very pleased with the experience, and very, very displeased with the massive stains on his pants...

"I guess this means that we aren't virgins anymore, huh?"

"Mhmm, sure does. Thanks for that, Alan, I'm very grateful that you offered, I sure don't regret accepting you at all."

"Yeah, you were incredible too. Say, are you good to walk the rest of the way?"

"I don't think so, but don't fret! I have this that you can use. Here, it's a tablet that you can place in the middle of a fairy ring to activate it with, you don't even need to known the incantation to use it."

Jennie reached into her hoodie-thing and retrieved a small, square stone, handing it out to Alan for him to take. Alan accepted the stone, and examined it before placing it away in his jean pocket.

"The ring is just up ahead, not far at all. You won't miss it."

Alright, will you be alright on your own?"

Of course. There's really nothing dangerous out here for me except for the environment, but I can't say there won't be anything..."dangerous" out here for you..."

"That's assuming that I should stray from my path..."

"Not necessarily. The monsters of this forest live in a close-knit community, the Ghosts we heard earlier have likely alarmed the others in this forest of you. You'd best get moving, not all of the girls out here are very interested in your freedom, they'd likely try to keep you to themselves."

"That's not going to happen. Will I see you again, Jen?"

"You won't see me, per say...but yes, we will certainly meet again."

"Then I bid you farewell, Jen."

"Just try to get there in one piece, okay?"

Alan gave her a thumb-up before heading out in the same direction as before, though he made a mental-note of being much more cautious. "I may be alone for now, but I doubt that'll last long if I waste anymore time." Alan thought to himself as he speed-walked through the fog, making sure to watch his footing so as not to step into anything unsavory.

Alan happened upon the tiny ravine which Jennie spoke of earlier, and jumped across it with ease. Having walked past the ravine for a short bit, the young man came to a clearing in the fog. The Fairy Ring was in view at last, and with no potential hostiles in sight. Having approached the ring and positioned himself in the middle, Alan's pocket began to glow, signaling him to somehow use the tablet to activate the teleporter. The young man remembered from one of the computer games that he played had teleportation tablets, but they had to be thrown onto the ground and shattered in order to work, a risk Alan wasn't sure about taking. He experimented with the tablet for a bit, but found no response from the ring, the tablet only grew brighter as it got closer to the ground, it did not activate.

Having run out of options, Alan reached his right arm as high into the air as he could, and threw the tablet onto the ground with all of his might, causing it to unexpectedly erupt into a brilliant blast of light that blinded Alan as he felt a wave of warm energy immediately overtake his body.

The Forest of Ehra Luit was silent, once again.