Self Defense 101

Your trip down the halls is a lot less memorable without Yoko giving you a guided tour, but you don't have time to make memories. You sure don't want to find out the hard way how they punish tardiness in Hell. You are looking up your schedule on your phone while dodging demons and dryads, and you see that your first class is Introduction to self defense. Now, that's a class you could really use. With all kinds of monster girls already clearly taking an interest in you, you better have a way to protect yourself if they don't take 'no' for an answer. Then again, do you really want to say 'no' to any of these lovely, lethal ladies?

That question is just another in a growing list of unanswered conundrums clattering around in your head and bumping into all your filthy fantasies and sissy self doubts. You decide to burn that bridge when you cross it, or count a bunch of chickens with a bird in your hand and a stone in the other, and many other mixed metaphors as you make your way to the gym for your self defense class, arriving just as the bell rings behind you.

"ALRIGHT! LADIES! I'M COACH CREATURE, AND YES I HAVE HEARD ALL THE FRANKENSTEIN JOKES. WE HAVE A LOT TO LEARN TODAY, SO PAIR UP TO START YOUR DRILLS!" The hulking homunculus barks orders and the monster girls don't seem keen to find out if the bite is just as big from the crew cut wearing corpse collection. She exudes butch energy, and you find your panties growing a little tighter the more she yells. Another question for the problem pile, but you are more immediately concerned with finding a partner.

The other ghoulish gals wastes no time in finding partners. Mostly they seem to be picking girls with similar size and power levels, but you see a few subby slimes, and suckubi of course, teaming up with ladies way out of their league. No doubt they plan to be 'overpowered' and 'helpless' to defend themselves against their amorous attackers. Unfortunately, that leaves you with the girl no one wanted to partner with, the sexy arachnymph that was eyeing you in the halls yesterday. She has silver, silky hair that covers half her face in a swoop, with a shaved undercut around the sides. Her spiderweb sheer body stocking seems tighter than it was yesterday, outlining her pointy nipples, perky breasts, cruelly captivating curves, and her mouth watering mound.

She waves you over with one of the eight legs jutting out from the abdomen sticking out of her back and you warily approach her. You hate to be prejudiced, but according to your extensive studies (of hardcore breeder bitch porn on the dark web) arachnymphs are highly aggressive, dominant divas that will say or do anything to fill you with their babies. You promised yourself you'd at least finish college before settling down as a brood bitch, but this seductive spider girl is drawing you into her web. She seems so friendly and unassuming, so cool and confident, but also approachable and welcoming. It's terrifying...

"Hi, I'm Charlotte. I hope you aren't scared off by the whole black black widow vibe us arachnymphs get. I'm actually super cool with respecting boundaries, and I usually don't even try to fill a girl up with eggs until at least the third date. Ha ha" Charlotte laughs, but you aren't sure if that means she's joking, or if she just thinks the idea of filling you full of babies after taking you out to Applebees is funny. Either way, you try to keep your guard up even as you try not to make it obvious how 'hard' you are crushing on her.

"ALRIGHT! SO FOR YOUR FIRST LESSON...FIGHT OR FUCK! DOMINATE OR SURRENDER! THERE ARE NO WRONG ANSWERS IF YOU CAN KEEP YOUR HEAD EVEN WHEN YOU ARE GIVING HEAD! LET'S SEE WHAT WE'RE WORKING WITH, PEOPLE! GOOOOOOOOOOO!" Coach Creature screams so loud they can probably hear it in Heaven. You briefly wonder if an angel is jerking off to you somewhere, but it's another query quashed as the gymnasium fills with the scintillating sights, squelchy sounds, and sweet smells of immoral combat.

It seems most girls are going with 'fuck' instead of fight, but the way some of these girls mate, it's a distinction without a difference. A green skinned orc girl batters a beautiful basilick with her breats. A Eldrich whorror mindflays a Manticore while making out with it. A vampire vixen sucks the neck of an elf girl scissoring her. You can't tell the moans of pain apart from the groans of pleasure, and from your brief but brutally blissful experience with monster girls, you suspect that they are filled with the same confusing climaxes that you were...

You have more immediate concerns as Charlotte dances deftly in circles around you, her eyes looking so hungry and her lips so ripe and red that you think for a second that you might not mind being her next meal. It's one moment of indecision too many. She advances on you quickly, and you take a step back, only to find yourself stuck! While you were wondering, the wily woman was weaving a web around your feet, and now she has you right where she wants you! She smiles wider and you can see retractable mandibles poking out, ready to pierce your flesh and hold you powerlessly in place while she either dissolves your guts and drinks you like a juice box, or fills you with her thick ovipositor to flood you with her eggs...or maybe both!

You are wondering woefully why bone deep dread always seems to make you so humiliatingly hard as Charlotte presses her body against yours and whispers, "Let's take this somewhere more private, shall we?" Before you can say, 'maybe', the arachnymph wraps several of her hard, shiny exoskeleton covered arms around you and shoots into the air, spiriting you into the rafters out of sight of all the other fighting and fucking femme fatales. You don't even have time to scream before she has you webbed up and weakly whimpering as her lips crush against yours. Her mandibles poke at your cheek just hard enough to let you know she could rip you apart if she wanted, all while she kisses you so soft and sweet you might as well be wet tissue paper for all the fight you put up.

"Mmm I could tell you'd taste sweet." Charlottle coos as she licks her lips, and then yours, teasing your tongue with hers and giggling as you reflexively chase her tasty, tempting tongue and she pulls away leaving you panting. She strokes your face and lightly brushes your lips with her tongue. When she sees the full body shudders of splendor it sends spreading over you, she keeps circling your lips with her dainty digit and whispers wetly, "You know, I could make you look like anything...anyone I want right now and you'd be helpless to stop me." She pulls her thumb away and brings her lips kissably close so you hang on very word, "but for the life of me, I can't think of anything hotter than you right now."

You melt in her mouth and in her hands...and her other hands...and especially against the smooth, slick steel hard appendages shredding your clothes effortlessly, making it clear they could rend flesh and muscle just as effortlessly. You know that shouldn't be a turn on, but with Charlotte kissing you so soft and sweet and her human limbs sliding all over your satanically sensitive supple skin, it's hard to be as terrified as you know you should be. You try to remember what Coach Creature said about keeping your head, but you can't get 'Take a Walk on the Wild Side' out of your head. Something about fight or fuck...

Fight or fuck...it seems like you don't stand a chance either way, but if you don't do something soon, you won't have a choice in the matter. That is, if it's not already to late...