A walk to Domination

After yet another failed attempt to tame your unruly mane you wash your face and exit the bathroom to find Jemima waiting for you.

“Hey, I figured you would've headed off by now?” your head tilts involuntarily in mild confusion

“And we would have ended up in the same location. Do you even check your schedule? Or perhaps you plan to skip Domination 101?” a slight smirk alights her ruby lips

“Domin- What?! That’s a class?” you head over to your desk and shuffle through the scattered papers on your desk, finding the neglected note.

“Did you not choose it? I guess you do strike me as someone who would throw darts at a board for decisions.”

“No… I didn’t even know what classes were available. They just told me to figure it out.”

A look of sympathy follows as turns away and mutters under her breath, “They? Ah. We’re in a similar situation then.” She takes a breath and returns to address you “But, be that as it may, You probably don’t want to be late to this class. I can’t imagine they’ll be particularly forgiving.”

She turns and heads out and you jump into step behind her. As you walk along the halls you find yourself placing yourself between Jemima and the wall, keeping your eyes lowered. You are thankful to share a class with her today, especially after last night.

It still feels strange to be among such a variety of different creatures and yet feel out of place. The university had a decent population of werewolves but for some reason they either avoided you or adopted a threatening stance when you approached. When you had tried to talk to one alone she had slashed a small gouge into your left shoulder.

And, though you feel rather guilty about it, you appreciate that Jemima is more of an oddity than you are. You’d asked her when you met in your usual eloquent way what type of creature she was but all she would say was that she was a doll.

“So, how have you been taking the classes? Surely Domination isn’t the first sexually charged one you’ve had?” Shocking you out of your thoughts, she keeps her head high as she walks.

“Ah!” You think back on the past couple of days “Well, there was a self defence class of sorts. Though thankfully there was more of a demonstration. The Coach just kinda demolished this one Oni girl for the whole thing. I don’t think that was a sex thing?”

She gives you a look you can’t quite figure out.

“And uh… Oh! A language class. I didn’t really understand it though. The professor just switched through a bunch of languages and noises. What English she spoke didn’t really make sense. Some kind of magic words I guess. That one may have been sexual? A lot of girls were blushing or… busy…” You had been rather distracted at that point. It’s hard to focus on foreign languages when a merfolk and a succubus are vigorously making out in front of you.

By the time you finish reminiscing you arrive red faced at the classroom. As Jemima leads the way in