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  • Many years ago in high school, you were always a mean and bitter person for whatever the reason. Whenever girls tried to talk to you it always ends with you turning them away when people ask you if there's something wrong you tell them that its none of their concern and have always kept your distance from everyone. You were now in college hoping to learn new skills and to grow into something bigger. Walking through the halls you see all the other young people attending the college lots of them are mamono in the arms of a man. Its been a week since you came here one of the things you have learned is that the mamono who come here like to chase after single men whether it be students or the teachers themselves and will chase you to make you theirs but that didn't seem to be a big issue since your dorm was built to keep out mamono so they cant sneak in and you spend most of your time in there. One day in your dorm you heard a knocking at your door when you walked up to it you look down and see a note under the door it says "Hello there I am a secret admirer of yours I have watched you avoid every girl who has tried to ensnare you time and time again not to mention avoid every other person at this college who do not and that is not acceptable so I must warn you if this anti-social behavior continues any longer I will have to take action unless you come to the classroom at 9:00 alone where i will meet you till then dont make the wrong choice" WWYD?

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    • "Leave me alone, i'm on the spectrum"

      "No you're not"

      I slide my diagnosis under the door.

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    • "IMPOSSIBLE! It does not fit my ssshhhhedjewul!"  crumple the note and do a lay up shot to the garbahe can, it goes in. "Sign him up!" At 9:01 thees  knock rousing me from sleep. Peeking out I shut the door and spin around,back against it. There must be twenty of them out there! "Open the door, we only want to talk." Another voice snickers. "How's he gonna talk with a ball gag?" The door knob starts to turn...

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    • 72.65.52.132 wrote: "IMPOSSIBLE! It does not fit my ssshhhhedjewul!"  crumple the note and do a lay up shot to the garbahe can, it goes in. "Sign him up!" At 9:01 thees  knock rousing me from sleep. Peeking out I shut the door and spin around,back against it. There must be twenty of them out there! "Open the door, we only want to talk." Another voice snickers. "How's he gonna talk with a ball gag?" The door knob starts to turn...

      is this to be continued?

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    • Yeah, whatever.

      I blow her off, careful to make sure she understands my intentions, I send a gradeschooler with a note on the day in question, the lad returns with a note from her, and I cough up the twenty bucks I promised before he scurries off.


      Dearest,

      It pains me to hear that you do not want me, but I am willing to support your decision. I am sending my sister to collect my things from your apartment, I hope you have a pleasent day.

      -♡


      Who the hell signs with a heart?

      Just then, there was a knock at the door, and I opened it to reveal a hellhound, her black, glossy fur shone bright in the dim glow of the candles in the room, and the flame which came from her eyes.

      She wore a simple white T-shirt, which was stretched to near threadbare by her muscles and breasts, her sweatpants were strained by similar stresses, but must have been a size or two bigger, because they were nowhere near see-through.

      Her expression was neither stoic, nor furious, instead, she wore a big goofy grin.

      In she came, and she immediately tripped and fell into my waaiting arms.

      The wire, strung across the floor at ankle height, had finally proven useful.

      I used all my strength to hurl her overhand onto my couch, before rushing to the fridge to grab drinks.

      "Care for a glass of lemonade? I also have wine, from my parents, if you're over the age."

      That grin was back, having vanished in her dizzy confusion.

      "I am, I'll gladly have some!"

      I eagerly poured her wine, and my Lemonade, and flopped down beside her, sure to leave an empty seatcushion between us.

      Immediately, she beckoned.

      "Don't be such a stranger, c'm'over!"

      I scooted beside her, my expression timid.

      Her arm greedily curled around me, pulling me closer, and she took a sip of wine.

      "Not bad, how's your drink?"

      I took a sip, the lemon stung just enough, and there was plenty of sugar to soften the blow, it was cold as well, which added a lovely, refreshing quality.

      I knew where this was headed, but this was fun, so I avoided cutting the knot for the moment.

      "Delicious, it's also all the sweeter for the company of such a lovely lady!"

      I leaned into her side, feigning a swoon, the agressive ladies love a swoon.

      It worked, she suddenly felt much warmer, and the air suddenly hung thick with a sweet aroma, which words can do no justice.

      "Oh, stop, you'll make me blush, little man! And to think you turned down my sister, how can such a little sweetheart be so cruel?"

      She seemed genuinely confused, so I elected to give her an honest answer.

      "I wanted to see the family I'd marry into."

      I had been barely louder than a whisper, but I knew she had heard, in the silence of the room, a deaf man could have heard a pin drop.

      I answered the obvious question which hung in the air.

      "You and your sister, you're quite close, right? I knew that with the way men are snatched up here, I needed to find a good family to become a part of, and I couldn't just trust that you were a good sister in law based on a biased introduction from my bride to be."

      She took a deep gulp of her wine.

      "So I stood her up, I was testing to see how she'd react to my honestly inane behavior. I cannot stress enough how much she exceeded my expectatio-"

      "Why are you laughing?"

      The hellhound was practically doubled over, laughing her massive ass off.

      "My sister was going to sex dungeon you, I wrote the damn letter, and before you ask, my my Mother's an echidna, and my Sister's a dark elf."

      I looked up at her beautifil face, her piercing black eyes.

      "Why?"

      She leaned down, her breath warmed my face.

      "Lookin' out for ya, little man. In case you never heard, us Hounds're the maternal types, and while my sis' would certainly like you callin' her 'mommy' I doubt she has the same feelin's."

      I nodded, and leaned back against her warm side, taking in the scent of her thick fur.

      The room was always chilly, which helped stave off my headaches, but her warmth was oh-so pleasant.

      Golden as the moment was, I felt it was time to cut the knot.

      "So. . .Us?"

      "Y'mean, you and me, Boy?"

      I nodded, nuzzling harder.

      "No offense, but uh, how old're you?"

      "Nineteen last week."

      "I'm twice your age, bud', you okay with that?"

      I wrapped my arms around her tightly, and reached up to squeeze her breast.

      "I'll take that as a yes?"

      I nodded again, and as she sighed a sigh so deep it bordered on s growl, I walked to my dresser.

      From the folds of a never worn pair of underwear, I produced a black candle, and I lit it with her eye.

      I set it down on tge dresser, and soon an inky blackness seeoed from the candle, all that glowed in the room was soon swallowed in darkness, and all that mattered, all that could be seen, were our eager bodies.

      And so it began.

      As a romance.

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