PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS IS UNEDITED.
 
EDITING WILL TAKE PLACE OVER THE NEXT COUPLE OF DAYS AND COYA WILL CONTINUE.
 
STAY OUT OF THOSE TREES AND CAVES.
 
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After long periods of strife between humans and monsters a sense of peace has now descended over the
past couple of decades. To ensure this however, the government has established specialized high schools
in which male humans are to attend in order to learn more about their monster brethren and in turn, that the monsters may learn more of their former victims. Unfortunately due to circumstances you arrive late to your first day of school. Standing dimly at the front entrance you ponder where to go first. It appears that your late night walks have taken their toll. Never will you know the happiness of being absolutely bored out of your mind in a hot, sweaty auditorium because of "tradition". Classes start tomorrow, So you decide to take a look at available clubs. Browsing though the rooms the sense of diversity at this place is actually quite overwhelming. Students are allowed to modify their uniforms in most ways(for obvious reasons) so you see a verity of culture, surprisingly more so from the men rather then the monster girls: who seem to keep their uniforms rather neat and plain. Your club hunt reveals the following options:
>Photography
>Gardening
>Fitness
>Meditation
>Hiking
>Game development
>and Monsters and Humans for the furthering of Sexual Education
 
Which do you choose?
 
>Hiking
 
You pace though the halls glancing side to side trying to decide clubs, suddenly you feel a tug on your
arm. Looking down you see one eye glaring back at you, A cyclops.
 
"Excuse me, were you looking for a club?"
 
You reply in the affirmative, the cyclops seems over-joyed as she ushers you into a room. Before exiting
the hall you see a disgruntled slime mumbling something about "Fucking no-devs".
Inside you see the room is full of at least ten other people with the man/monster split roughly down the
center. You decide to join this club, whatever it is, your a go-with-the-flow kinda guy. You see no reason
to change this now.
 
"Umm excuse me." The loli cyclops demands your attention, you pick up hints that she may not enjoy
her small statue,.
 
"Where do I sign? I'd like to join this club."
 
"huh?!" the cyclops takes a step back a bit overcome with your brash decision."b-but don't you want
to explore your options?"
 
You look straight down into her eye throwing out the voices inside you uttering caution and ordering you to take
back your words. No. Powering though the awkwardness, living life as it should be, your energy draws a silence
though the room.
Taking out a pad and pen from your bag you yell to the room:
 
"LISTEN UP YOU HALLOW PEOPLE, THIS IS HOW A REAL MAN FIGHTS."
You sign a written agreement saying your going to join the club and be it's liveliest member,
regardless of the content.
 
The room is stunned, the Cyclops girl fell back. And then there was laughter. Other students came
to look in on the room as the laughing grew to it's climax and then finally died down. After composing
herself the Cyclops dry the joyous tears from her eyes and takes from you the paper.
Shaking your hand she replies
 
"Welcome to the hiking club."
 
EARRBE
>You decide to chat it up with some of the members to get a feel of the club here are the attendees who stand out:
>Frog girl.
>Chill scarf bro
>An Ant
>And a Devil
 
You begin navigating the complex environment of a club room that you've just sworn devotion to, and
quite easily, you slip into a conversation with a slender man wearing a scarf. Turns out you two have
a lot in common from your upbringings in small forested areas to the occasional use of recreational
drugs which may or may not be illegal in this region(school zones set their own regulation laws). He
Introduces you to his fellow club-mate(and from what you can deduce from his body language, love-
interest.) A Dryad. Just as you and scarf-bro were getting her to describe the specific chemical formula
for an incredibly intense recreational drug, the bell rings.
 
Waving off your new-found friends, you head home to your student apartment on the other side of town, you've
still got some time to kill, and your kinda hungry.
 
Seeing as getting wiped(the phrase "stoned" was discontinued for the sake of ending Medusa prejudice. Nobody is quite sure where
"wiped came from, but robots never seem to complain about this kinda shit so the phrase stuck.) was a distinct possibility you decide
to head to the hiking/drug store you noticed on your walk to school. Upon entering the girl you see Frog girl in full uniform messing
with some gear. After greeting her and going over the standard pleasantries she helps you find the equipment you need, munchies, and
hooks you up with the good shit. She stops as she hands you the bag:
 
"Will you be needing anything else?" Did you miss something? Fist loads of nuggets, enough stuff to get a Hannibal's entire army Hammered, multi-tool...
"Nope that's everything." you reply.
 
"Are you sure?" She's trembling now and obviously trying to deal something illegal to you,
 
>How do you respond to this situation?
 
You recall that school territories(monster integration school's and the surrounding land) only prohibit aphrodisiacs.
Not wanting to arouse any suspicion, and to give the poor girl a break, you politely decline the offer with your skilled
word-smiting. She instantly lightens up and gives you a smile that could free Satan from his icy prison as you leave
the store. As you give her a last wave you feel the immediate urge that you should lick her face, frog-girl slime is said
to be incredibly healthy for you after all. But a Dryad you haven't met before blocks the doorway as you exit.
 
"what were you doing to frog-girl anon?" she sternly asks.
 
>Better play this cool, she looks pissed
 
You feel the word smithy in you go into overtime as you prepare to craft a response to guide you though this dryad's thorny maze right into her heart. Wait WHAT?
 
"I'm waiting" she says impatiently." With no time to craft a diplomatic masterwork you rightfully explain that you two meet earlier today at a school club meet and that you were just purchasing some equipment for said club activities. She nods, accepting you strong willed reply and honest talk.
 
"It's just been a little hard for her with the family business not doing so well is all." you try to inquire further on the matter, but she clearly does not want to talk about it, so you drop the matter. You however feel a previous urge tenfold with this Dryad, her soft cheeks and rough patches just seem so inviting despite her troubled expression.
 
Fuck it, Howarealmanfightshowarealmanfightshowarealmanfights
 
Quickly leaning in, swiftly and softly you lick the dryads right cheek. You feel a plethora of tastes and feelings resonate from the  girl, as if her cheeks told a story as if they were a reflection of her entire being. Of course her face flushes red with anger and surprise as she gets ready to no doubt beat you into submission.
 
>what do you do?
 
Never, the word crosses your mind a couple of times in different forms and ways:
>"Never stick your tongue in a girls mouth on the first date honey, but remember: licking is okay."
>Never smoke pot that's obviously laced with every kinda of drug.
>Never get stoned in front of stern mothers.
>Never Let yourself be pushed around.
>"Never swim against the current son, you gotta let the river called life guide your way."
 
It was so obvious, the Ideal you've held ever seance that day on the river with your late father.
 
"Go with the flow" you utter, as you receive a stern punch to the gut.
 
Instinct kicks in as angry vines lash out at you know, effortlessly avoided by you smooth style. your thoughts are
mangled and you decide to say the first thing that comes to mind: "May I ash you a question?" She stops, her tendrils fall to her side again.
 
"What?" Your phone rings as she sat there, perplexed by whatever the hell you just said. Answering the phone you here a woman's voice
 
"Anon if your not here in fifteen minutes i'm locking you out of the dorm for the night."
 
>what do you do.
 
"I don't deal with terrorists" you quickly reply, snapping your flip-phone shut for dramatic effect. You swing yourself around in the direction opposite of the Dryad, struggling to comprehend the events that are unfolding in front of her. With the wind at your back, you break out into a full-run determined to find the best spot to camp in the words just outside of town. Musing to yourself, "This day can't get any better" as crowds watch you dash though the streets.
 
Legends would tell of you, the man who caused a huge fuss his first day of school and then made an effortless escape.
 
If he hadn't been a stupid motherfucker and crashed straight into the part time dragon-girl on her smoking break.
Before you can take any action she throws you off her and pins you to a wall.
 
"you've got exactly ten-seconds." Out of the pan and into the fire.
 
You decide not to lick the obviously pissed off dragon, besides it being physically impossible seeing as you pinned, you see this as an opportunity to make a nice change of pace.
 
"Hey hot stuff, clearly your smoking and I got the best lights in town, why would you ever need a Hoard when you got this treasure before your eyes" you present one of the bags of drugs to the dragon girl as you ruminate on all of the pick-up lines you just butchered. A scaly foot hits you in the side as she drops you to the ground.
 
"I've been taking shit like this all day, but I tell you what: seeing as you offered me something instead of just eyeing me up, i'm only  going to beat you halfway to hell."
 
The blows come quick and powerfully as the dragon girl begins to unload on you. Instincts are once again your savior and your guide as your body guides you away from the harm and to the woods.
 
"See you at school: Punching Bag!"
 
You decide to retreat into the woods further and further until you come to a clearing. You take a quick moment to compose and bandage yourself, and as you fix your broken body, this clearing looks very enticing and seems to have several spots perfect for camping.
 
>Where do you camp?
 
You decide to stay with good camping sense and set up shop in a clearing, After thoroughly checking the area
for animal encampments and wild monster dens(school authorities usually run animal control, but you never
know.) Night falls rather quickly over the forest, but the day's been so packed you decide to smoke a blunt
to try and reason though whats happened.
 
"Go with it" is what your parents always told you, and besides having your shit kicked in, you feel rather
good about that philosophy so far. just such a shame you didn't get anyone's number, would have been
nice to get a girlfriend before anyone else.
 
Retiring to your sleeping bag you let all these thoughts sink back in your mind and drift to sleep.
 
Your awoken as you hear rustling in the woods. God knows what's out there, but what kind of stupid
faggot sets up in a tree or a cave. Not this wise man, Hell no, you've seen enough idiots fall on their asses
or get mauled/molested by bears. These smug thought do shit all, because whatever's out there, has already
un-zipped the tent.
 
The dryad pokes her head in and asks:
 
"Can I come in?"
 
>what do you do?
 
So caught off guard by the monsters appearance you invite her into the tent readily, completely forgetting that of course you sleep in the nude.
 
"I've been thinking about what you did a-a-and I want you to do it again."
 
Sleep did not remedy your incredible stoning, and without question you lean against her and sloppily lick half her face. Her entire body melts into yours as she lets out a soft moan. Suddenly you feel your legs bound by her vines tightening as she forces you down onto your bag. Your member pops up and surprise and lust fills her face as she leans over you and drools right into your mouth. Your body relaxes entirely and the tendrils tighten, digging into your skin wafting pain and pleasure though your system. Mounting you now, she thrusts up and down quickly leading you to a swift ejaculation. she leans down to your ear and whispers:
 
"I'm not done" and she continues to hammer you all though the night.
 
The light begins to shine though your tent's flaps. Your eyes are slow to focus, but you see the Dryad leaning on top of you, sporting an unfitting smile, she leans in real close once again and whispers
 
"Tunnel Snakes rule"
 
You immediately awaken from the nightmare to discover that it is indeed morning and that in your stoned out state of mind you did indeed cream yourself.
 
>what do you do?
 
You decide to take a quick dip in a nearby stream, to clean up and wash up the sleeping bag. Thankfully the white
surge, although large in quantity and very powerful, did not encroach on any other belongings. During washing
thoughts turned to your body, have you really been neglecting your needs this much? Hitchhiking from here
to your hometown was not exactly erotic, but you can't remember the last time you rubbed one out. Just then
one of your mother sage words came to you:
 
"Stuffed balls and stained clothes lead to unwanted mating" Was your mother a pervert?
 
Just then you see a glob flow gently down the stream and it stops right in front of you. the figure
of a woman begins to pop out and your suddenly very cautious of the fact that you are butt-naked and washing
cum stained bedding in front of one of the most notoriously violent creatures in the world.
 
The slime.
 
>What do you do
 
The slime gives you an incredibly neutral look and says:
 
"Could you refrain from washing you cum-stained bedding in the river from now on, it drives us crazy. It's like
when you can smell something good, but you can't eat anything you see?" Almost immediately you apologize to
the monster. She smiles and asked:
 
"Do you camp here often? Me and a couple of my friends from school really like hiking, you could join us
if you want to."
 
You both realize that your apart of the same club and immediately exchange phone numbers and launch into
completely other unrelated discussion for several minutes before she stops the conversation.
 
"Your still naked"
 
*****
After some help from the slime girl you finish taking down camp, clothe yourself and you both walk to school together.
 
Arriving at the front gate you see
 
>The dragon girl that beat you up the other day of at a basketball game throwing hoops before first bell.
 
>The other Dryad(the one who was licked) meditating on a grassy knoll with the frog girl.
 
>And the cyclops, who seems to be writing something.
 
>what do you do?
 
 
Okay, I'm off to bed, but leave your choices here and i'll get back to it tomorrow or whenever.
 
Also, don't fucking sleep in a tree or cave guys, it's a classic mistake. Without specific equipment tree sleeping
is really dangerous and caves are often inhabited not by bears, but by bat-shit and other nasty bacteria. Also camping next to a tree is a sure fire way to die in a thunder storm.
 
Sleep tight guys.
 
You decide that it's high time to slam this dragon girl with the nice ass. Approaching the court, the slime splits into two, walking on either side of you. The time to slam is now
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J9FImc2LOr8
 
The dragon girl heads for a dunk,
but no such luck.
You were there,
in her square
smacking the ball,
out of the air.
 
With the steal a success you dash towards the other basket, dribbling high pupils flaring, the time to dunk is nigh.
But all to soon the dragon girl intercepts you. Blocking your way with arms out stretched, no words need to be said.
There was a common respect between you two and you knew she wouldn't violate the rules: this was a contest.
Nobody said anything about team size though. Quickly, you pass the ball to the back, slime 1 receives and passes it to slime 2. Subversion successful, the Dragon Girl is frazzled but not out. Lunching herself at slime 2, the slime fumbles, she steals, heads for the basket again. But no, this was all according to plan. Slime 1 makes the steal, a flurry of passes ensue until your scaly adversary loses her focus. Your dunk is legendary, hundreds of passes lead to this moment, you lost to much ground to many comrades, the third slamming was happening, It's happening, it happened.
 
You turn to the dragon girl sweaty and sporting a shit-eating grin, she speaks:
 
"Pretty good for a punching bag." and then the bell rings.
 
She's gone before you can continue the conversation, and slime seems to have high tailed it as well.
 
Just then someone taps you on the shoulder, it's Dryad.
 
"Hey......"
 
You turn entirely toward the Dryad, the sun reflected off the glass shards of that mad slam you just committed shine brightly on your face. Fuck, you think to yourself: she's really cute.
 
>You decide to say:
 
"I want some watermelon." No regrets, no regrets. She stammers back a little, but moves on with the conversation regardless.
 
"I wanted to apologize for how I behaved yesterday, I was just frustrated about what my friend was going though and you seemed like someone I could vent too." She pauses, looking down, shes begins awkwardly tapping her foot.
 
"and I figured out who your mom was anon." Well shit, someones figured out deep dark secret number 23, better play this one off.
 
"It's pronounced Ah-nyan" You divert the conversation like a master
 
"Oh sorry, well you see the company i'm working for is hiring and I wanted to give you this." She hands you a slip of paper.
 
"Sorry I got to get to class now, bye." she begins running off, but before she goes...
 
"What's your name?!" you yell out to her.
 
"Sylvia!"
 
You take a good look at her while she's running away: Sylvia has a slender body with a slight green complexion. There are two flowers  on top of her head, one green, one blue, her hair is short, but surprisingly well kept. You lose yourself in thought for awhile only to be dragged back to reality with a tug.
 
"Going to class Anon?" the Cyclops looks at you with a speculative eye.
 
>You say:
 
"Yea, i'm on my way. Hey could you guide me there? I'm kinda lost in your eye."
 
Thrown off, she blushes like a total slut.
"Y-y-you can't just flirt with everyone a-a-non"
 
"Relax I was just joking, but seriously all I did yesterday was sign up for clubs. I don't know where
my homeroom is"
 
"o-okay" A little startled you walk together to homeroom and take your seats, off course your sitting
in the one and only protagonist position with the cyclops(whom you now know is Kelly) to your right,
and two people in front and back of you whom you have no idea about. Lets get this shit on the road.
 
"Okay class have a seat" The spider teacher introduces herself and goes over the basic rules of homeroom.
 
"and now for the mandatory speaker on the subject of monster-human relations, prof. Herbert"
Herbert is a disheveled man with shaved black hair wearing a blacker leather jacket. He couldn't pass
for a terrible biker let alone a professor speaking on the mission statement of the entire school.
 
"STUDENTS!" he suddenly shouts shooting a piecing glance across the room. Suddenly you like Herbert.
 
"This is the single most import speech you will ever hear in high school, take it to heart or suffer serve
consequences!"
 
Herbert launches into an explanation of the basics of human/monster relations:
 
"...So to summarize, if affection isn't mutual in mating then one of the parties will eventually break down, I don't need  to remind you all of Alex." The entire class room unanimously shutters.
 
You feel yourself slowing falling into sleep, this wasn't pretty girls with tails and vines why should you care...
 
"What are you still doing here punching bag?"
 
"To be your punching bag, and maybe later your hug pillow."
 
She takes exception to that.
 
You feel your body flying though the air: like a leaf in the wind.
Until you slam into a wall and blow the wind out of you back.
You put yourself in the recovery position and try to recover your breathe
and as you do, the dragon kneels down to you with a lewd face.
 
"Your so pathetic ~a-non~"
 
You compose yourself, now is the time to stand your ground: bitch is about to get licked.
 
"You can't run you know."
 
"Better back the fuck up or get smacked the fuck up"
 
Humans quickly learned early in the monster conflicts that they couldn't win a fist fight, but
they could easily use kung-fu to make the opponent trip over themselves.
 
The fight is ended in one move, and she lays on the floor, defeated.
 
And then some shit happened in botany class.
 
Well I see no harm in picking up this shit I left off months ago, what could possibly go wrong?
 
Who are you? It seems like months had passed since your tongue had last caressed a woman's cheek. You heard passing screams in the void, something about phallic felines and mare vagina, but nothing of what you are and why you are here. Perhaps it would be best if you recount the events of the last couple of days:
 
pastebin:http://pastebin.com/3J6ZpJpW (it's unedited, beware)
 
>Your mother is a pervert
>You met a fagot named charlie and a guy named Scarf-bro
>The current paths still open are: Dryad, Dragon, Cyclops, Wurm, and just about everything else you could possibly think of.
 
        Suddenly the world draws in on itself, your back in botany class and it's practically deserted. Searching the room you find a well written note made out to Ah-nayn.  
 
        Dear, Ah-nayn
 
        Sorry to leave you here, but you just suddenly phased out during class and nobody knew what to do. Scarf-brethren went off with his dryad friends and I’m leaving to have my afternoon tea with Charlie. I believe the Principal wanted to see you before class starts again in about 2 hours so you should probably do some exploring in the meantime!
 
        Sincerely,
                Wurm
 
Well might as well explore the town:
>Clothing store
>Local Barbecue
>The dorm you never checked into
>Other
 
>Also I may decide to pick more interesting answers instead of going with mob-rule, so be creative.