さあ... はじめましょうか?

[ahem]

Mayhap I should start with these two small scenes...? One Madison has seen, one she did not...


[Tags: monster_girl romance ecchi tentacle slice_of_life]


= Act 1 =


"Haaaa... at least some things don't change."

He mused to himself, a rare sigh of relief. At the very least, the fact that he could still be a gentlemand and piggyback a sleeping girl back to her room after a day of fun remained the same, in this school or any other.

In this school, run by those... monsters, human only in appearance, or any other. In this sector, completely taken by those girls, with tentacles, black dead eyes, or any other.

And in the end... even in that regard, was there much of a difference between those girls and normal ones? He looked once again at the girl he was escorting. Her long pig-tailed hair, her lab coat, her kind, framed face in quiet nappy silence, her...

....nope. Her tentacles. Her myriad thereof, completely entangled on him. Slimy, squirming every now and then even as she slept.

...nope, again. Her quiet aura, even as she silently breathed on his back. The same aura she had while awake, clever but small, like a gentle troll, always thinking of a prank to pull on him. Her horrible black eyes looking with interest at him, her tentacles shivering with the same intent...

...all in all, yes. A good girl if he ever met one. Tentacles or not, monster or not, dead or not.

And in the end of all...

"She looks so cute when asleep, doesn't she?"

He squeaked and turned at the angelic voice. Another of these girls followed him from behind.

But this one was special. She was the 1st he met. The 1st that introduced him to the world in this school he wound up enrolled.
She was almost his age, and her measurements showed, much more mature than the scientist-wannabe. Her aura was far gentler too, befit of a heroine love interest, always glad to be of support.

Her monster eyes... her tentacles... all carried the same aura.

"Eh... ugh, I'm sorry, she just fell flat after the research day. I just had to help."

"Of course. Here, I'll help you..."

Ugh, man... she was way too pretty, not only her visuals, her behavior too. She was perfectly up his alley. Maybe he was lucky of having met her, as his hostess to the school... maybe she, maybe the others, arranged this on purpose...

...

"There... uuup and you go."

"You had a long day, so rest easy.~"

Both carefully laid the little scientist down in her dormitory, depositing her prone tentacle-sprouting body on her bed. He sloooowly got up, happy to finally have her out of his back in a literal sense, but...

"...mmm..."

He tried to pull away, but a tentacle of hers was still firmly held to his wrist. And it wasn't seeming willing to let go. Like a little kid not wanting her big brother to leave her sleeping alone.

"...aww, don't be like that... easy now..." His hostess giggled, getting a blush off him as she seemed to treat him like the girl's big brother in fact. But in the end, she, with utmost care, slid a few fingers into the tentacle on his wrist, sloooowly loosening its grip, then held it back to its owner like a pet. In too little time, the scientist was lonely and easy in her sleep.

"...umm, thank you."

"Nothing, really... now, shall we?"

...

As they made their way back to their own shared dormitory, he continued to ponder to himself. All the long day... like all the long 3 days he had since he arrived here. How did he end up in this school again? He wasn't even sure anymore. Again, in this school full of these girls... were they tentacled from birth? Were these tentacles parasites that possessed them and only kept their behavior out of formality? Were they... themselves in the sense of the word? And... how did they feel about him?

They all seemed very welcoming... a bit too much, in fact. Even if some were far more direct in their care than the one who currently guided him. She was the only one who breathed some... normality? Or maybe it was just because she was his type. Her medium hair in a delicate left-ponytail, her rosy frail skin... her smile. He completely fell for her at 1st sight.

As he 1st saw her coming to him, with that smile... with those evil eyes... with those horrendous tentacles extended to him...

"...are you still uncomfortable?"

"...eh? No, I was just thinking to myself."

He stilll felt startled. Just look at those red, bloody zombie-like eyes... eyes of a girl that was an angel in all but appearance to him, shook him to his core everytime. It was so easy to tell.

As much as she would help him feel at home, find new friends among these girls... of course he would never feel completely at peace. Both knew. Why hide? Why try?

She still looked sad, her tentacles drooping, seemingly about to recede into her school uniform. Like unwelcomed guests.

"...you know... they're liking you. All of them."

"I know. Like, thank you. All of you have been so kind to me."

"Were, well... people like this back in your old school?"

"...eh. Normal, I think. I must say, nowhere near the level things are here. People are more... distant, I suppose?"

"..."

"And yeah. I'm liking the way things are here. Everyone is so lovely."

"...well... you're welcome."

"Thanks."

He was at a true loss. His words sounded cool and calm, but not even he knew what he was saying. For all it was worth, he just didn't want to see her sad. Her horrible eyes, her horrible tentacles, sad. Why was he even bothering? Just because he was in love with her? Just to not undermine her efforts... all of these girls' efforts into welcoming him, into making him part of their, well, life? Of their living nest, so to speak?

"Say. Any of them caught your eye?~"

"Huh? What are you saying?"

"Well, seeing you getting so cuddly back there, I thought you could have an eye for her... you did look cute carrying her.~"

"... >.< I explained already, she dragged me into her experiments all day, and in the end..."

"Ahaha~ Sorry, didn't mean to tease. I was saying what I thought."

Darn... so pretty still. SO PRETTY. STOP BEING PRETTY LIKE THIS. Or else...

"..."

"...mm? What is it...?"

He was at his limit already. Just three days... and he was already feeling pushed to his limit. What did he do to deserve knowing this place... these girls... these monster-like girls... this girl... this hell.

"...I... think I do have one of them that caught my eye."

"Oh?"

He gulped. He wasn't sure about what would happen to him now. Or in the future. Or if he would ever leave this school. If he would ever leave alive.

He just didn't care.

He approached her... and french-kissed her.

"..."

Which, surprisingly, didn't surprise her at all.

She merely stood there, taking the kiss... before retributing, relaxing and taking him into her arms.

And into her tentacles.

Meaty, horrible, dripping, now given free reign to act without his disgust. Now coiling around him, like the girl from before did, only tenfold. Like it was the most natural thing in the world, once you have tentacles, to take people into their embrace.

In too little time, he just felt like he was the one being taken. And it didn't matter. He was with her, and allelse can go to hell. He was in her tentacles, his eyes locked with her docile horrible ones, her... way too long tongue, another tentacle, buried deep within his throat and resting there. Her tentacles into his outfit already, sliming their way into his skin.

One of them going deep down, a quiet, discreet unzipping sound coming from his pants.

He just... couldn't care less anymore.


= Act 2 =


Today was another good day. He sat down, toggled his smapho on for a moment, and contemplated.

Even here, in the pretty school with a sector overrun by tentacles... this small mist-like atmosphere, this drippy humid air, the aura also overtaken by whatever turned the place into a tentacle-zombie-infested hellfest, he could guess when a day was good. Like today.

All fresh, all in peace, him happy. He continued to reminisce, even though there wasn't much else he could really do here. He liked what he had. Not much to do, but certainly a lot to feel. All these girls coming and wanting to be close to him, almost skin-deep needs... tentacle-needs in their case...

...even if, even now, there would be always one he would always remember back. Why not? His favorite, his girlfriend, his guide to the monstrous world, his everything... his lover... his...

"Heya, Moroki-san.~"

"Ah. Hey, Garnet."

He felt her coming and smiled. She winked, stuck her tongue out and gave him V-fingers.

He had no problem in having her sit aside him and whip up conversation topics. While he was around her for only a week or so, he quickly managed to find a friend in another human who also came recently. Given the rest of the girls surrounding both, even faster than he thought, it should be said.

"Are you serious?" She said in surprised English. "You came from the same school as I?!"

"Heh. Funny how the topic only surfaced now, huh?"

"Indeed! To think the world would be such a small place..."

She was a little bit of a dimwit, but to be honest, it made her all the more likable. Easy to forgive as well. Even though they were getting close, her absentmind was genuine. It matched her overall attitude, pure, good-humor oozing out of her unabashed manners. Her appearance too, her blonde ponytail, blue eyes, surprisingly large bust for her age, upfront aura... truth be told, as stereotypical an American as she could get, so American it could count as an insult.

That... except for the overbearing attitude, the swear-ever-other-sentence, the ignorance... she was a good person to be around, willing to make efforts, be nice, and overall just provide a pleasure just by staying close. Like now.

"...but... still, why you? Sure, we've been around for a short while, but you seem like a really nice guy."

"What do you mean 'why me', Garnet?"

"Like... you look like someone who could have friends. Like, think of it... a girfriend, a group of friends, jumping out of the window and doing anime things... you know? Weird to see someone so nice here."

"You're talking as if this place was some punishing hell or something..."

"No! Not that, really..."

She breathed and tried to calm her nerves to think of a proper apology. "...Moroki-san, what do you think of this place?"

Again, the 1st and foremost memory assaulted his mind. His... girlfriend. Her lovely left braid, her skin, her eyes... her horrible-to-look-at putrid-like red eyes, her unnatural slimy tentacles coming out of her dress... the way she smiled, held him, wrapped herself around him...

"...I've been enjoying here. A lot. It's such a lively place..." He sounded like he was ironizing the situation. Sometimes, the school felt quiet... almost monsterously so. Like... now. Few sounds, only the slimy air and moody atmosphere. Wherever the main students and teachers would be at times like this... they would leave nothing behind to make sounds. Like an abandoned place from the world... from this very school. The literal hell in a school of monsters.

"...but what about you, Garnet?" He tried, as well, to change the topic to offend the place they were in less. "You have your own merits, so maybe you came here because you wanted to?"

"Huh?"

"Come on. You probably had friends of your own back in our old school. I heard people from your country are very charismatic."

"Umm..." She smiled and blushed, before the former part slowly dwinded... almost melancholic. "...no... I didn't."

"Are you serious?" He playfully mimicked her. "Now you caught me by surprise."

"I mean it, Moroki-san. I never had... you know... contact?"

It was next to impossible for him to believe. She, being so upbeat and joyous around here, not having brought that from her homeland? It having been an acquired ability from this place...? How so...?

"...well. I suppose it comes with being a foreigner, right?" He still tried to cheer her up. "Must be hard to open up to everyone like this."

"...I don't know. I just felt so..." It still didn't seem to work, however. "...lonely. I know, there was everyone back there, but... it was always like this. I thought I would be like this forever..."

...

"...are you afraid?"

"I am, a little... but I think I'm more excited."

"...then you'll do fine."

...

He still coudn't believe... he faked understanding, but there was no way he would look at Garnet the same way now. A lonely soul disguised as a typical American.

"...but ever since I came here... look at all of them. It's just as you say, they're so lively. They really like me."

And, of course, THAT part he would never deny. Monsters, tentacles, all they were, everyone here, teachers and students... they welcomed him to their deepest. Opening up this hellhole with a 'humans are all welcome! We really need company!' flag on the top, pretty much. They took him, slowly worked their tentacly way up into his trust... to be honest, up into everything, from his virginity to his ability to think of anything else but them anymore. Their company, their warm touch, their cold slimy tentacles. What else could he do?

Honest, kind, personable, varied, generous... everything was possible in this small school sector. Similar to their old human school, except somehow... much more. Much more... what? Hard to tell, but...

"Hey, look at you. They have reasons to enjoy you, again. You try so hard."

"Of course! I want to be good for them too, Moroki-san! Don't you feel the same?"

Again, his lovely girlfriend... "...sure, that was my plan from the start."

"I want to do more for them. I want to retribute all this place is showing me. It's wonderful. It's an entire new world for me to look at. It's a world I'm not feeling alone anymore." She continued to speak, all her usual energy returning as she seemed to speech. For him? For herself? Who knew for sure. "This place is perfect for me, and now I want to be perfect for them!"

"Hahaha! Best of luck in that."

"Aww, Moroki-san, I'm not that useless... stop teasing me.~"

"Teasing? I believe every word you said. And you know what? If you falter, I'll hold you up to those words."

"Thank you!"

They both laughed with gentle honesty. Hard to believe, maybe for him, maybe for anyone... or any human watching, that such discrepant souls would find home here, in the school of monsters. That they would even join proper, and share the joys this same world brought them in such a short time. Something that they never had among other humans... they would find in these zombie-like girls...

"...but, hey, Garnet. I was thinking."

"Hm?"

He turned a rather serious eye to her, not like she was disturbed. Probably still being an optimistic do-first-think-later. If she was so at home here, he should at least give her a pointer or two that maybe the girls didn't give. If she would stay here, for who knows how long, chances were high that she...

"...what if you don't return home anymore?"

He had his answer already... but what about her? She, surprisingly, didn't seem surprised. She would open her lips and begin on the spot. "I-"

"Hey, lovebirds! Am I disturbing anything?"

"Oh, heya, Miss Kuro!"

"!!!"

He felt startled beyond belied. WHERE DID MISS KURO CAME FROM? Another of the tentacle-zombies, one he saw the lectures of a day or two. If anything, the Phys. Ed. teacher. Smart, beautiful, long black hair tied up in a single tail for practicality, tentacles meaty and thick, more than most of the girls, showing the effects of her physical health in her monster-form, coming out of her tight, almost latex-like skin tight spandex and shirt, only a jacket over them. The typical practical, well-mooded Phys. Ed. teacher indeed, modified to the school's purposes.

"Ah, sorry there, Moro-kun, but I'll have to take her with me for a while. You don't mind a little stealing, do you, harem hero?~" She teased him after a short talk with the two.

"Hey, no problem. Take good care of her, Miss Kuro."

"Sure will! Now, Garnet, care to come?"

"All right, Miss Kuro! We'll catch up later, Moroki-san!"

"Bye-bye, Garnet."

As he watched the duo leave, the teacher almost slither away in her wriggling mass of tentacles, he pondered about Garnet for a while. He wasn't sure of how truly alright she felt here. She seemed happy, a bit too much. He knew very well... what these same girls have done to every single human girl who came here. He met one who didn't last even a couple of days as a human, afterall. In due time, Garnet would need to make her choice...

...how deep would be her smile during that time, if any? To know that she, like him, would probably never...

"She looks happy..."

Again, he almost squealed out. These girls had the ability to sneak in unnaturally close to their subject, apparently. Like evil predators about to devour the prey in a single swift gulp if they wanted...

"...ah. Sorry, I didn't mean to startle..."

"...hey, you didn't. I was thinking of you exactly." He lied. His muse, once again, coming to him with the intent of consuming body and soul of him with her kindness and tentacle-body. The one he promised love to, knowing she'd take far more than just that, without even thinking of it as unnatural. Acting on her monster instincts, maybe?

"...but it's beautiful."

"Hm?"

"Everyone who talks to you seems to leave with a smile. How do you do that?" She smiled at him, her kind behavior oozing the exact opposite as the tentacle wrapped around his wrist did. Her behavior angelic, her body's behavior promising to gently drag him deeper down with her, without ever letting go. It made him blush just as it did the 1st time he saw her. Every time he looked at her... the same emotions as the 1st time bloomed forth faillessly. He was dating a monster disguised as the girl of his dreams, her plan worked to perfection...

...and, deep down inside him, he was happy about it.

"Hey, I try my best. There's no secret in that."

"...and what about me? I'm trying my best too..."

"And you're doing an awesome job... for me, at least."

She closed eyes, slowly doing her version of the girlfriend's hold-her-love's-arm-and-rest-her-head-on-his-shoulder... by slithering her countless tentacles around him, their slimy lenghts leaving their mark across his body as they trailed like searching for every point they could immobilize him, only a second or less needed for them to completely submit him to their will... what would he do if she somehow decided to kill him via snake-style constriction? How would he feel, being free at one moment and being at her mercy on a blink of an eye in the next?

Before... holding his arm and resting her head on his shoulder.

"...thank you."

Smiling... peaceful and silent, letting her tentacles wriggle around him at every breath.

Like this... so calming and safe, instilling the same feeling on him.

He gently tried his best to move, without breaking her hold of his whole body, so that his free hand would reach up to her head, without even petting... just letting it there would be enough to please him.

Staying like this... lonely, wth company, warm and wrapped in cold, in this hell that felt as safe as heaven.

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...and yes, the characters were thought of after waaaaaaaaaaaaay too much XX of the Dead. >.<

I am curious to see where you are going with this

Appreciated for the time being.