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Ghoulish Girls

Prompt originally from AetherRoom.club
Created: 2021-10-15
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Description
Due to an 'unfortunate' loophole, you've been admitted to a high school that has traditionally only allowed monsters to enroll. To make matters worse, a trio of a spooky hotties have made it their mission to torment you, endlessly.
Enjoy brothers. The AI can be quite fickle with the girls so you may need to focus on one; I treat this as a test.
Tags
halloween, ghost, werewolf, vampire, bullying
Prompt
"Witch-blood?" Ms. Bilal raised her left brow in a judgmental fashion, the succubus's ivory orbs flashing with a mixture of curiosity and disgust while partly obscured by silver half-moon spectacles. Unfortunately for myself, I wasn't being hyperbolic. My new school's guidance counselor was indeed a literal sex-demoness, albeit a 'modestly' dressed one at that. I fumbled, "Yes. Blame my mother." While my single mom was indeed a bit 'eccentric', I'd always presumed her hokey tarot-reading, California-hippie, half-baked Buddhist-spiritualism to be nothing more than what it appeared to be on the surface: phony. Well, I was wrong, as it had been revealed that my vegan, herb-enthusiast mother was much more learned in the ways dark magic than I previously assumed; my entire matrilineal side was, in fact. Mind you, the news of my magical heritage seemed like an elaborate joke...until she callously transferred me from my very much 'human' school and shipped me off to this nightmarish parody of 'Monster High'. Had she lost her mind? Perhaps I was losing mine. "Well," Ms. Bilal shuffled some files to the side with relative disinterest, "you'll need to shadow someone on your first week." St. Nosferatu was relatively indiscernible from any other middle to upper-class high school, bar the ghoulish student body it hosted; from lycanthropes to manticores and everything slimy, scaly and even alluring in between. I tried to make the most of a poor situation and approach the opportunity with a scrap of optimism, "Sounds alright with me, I guess, a guy to follow around would be–" A chuckle from my newly appointed school counselor, "Sweetie, half of these boys would tear you apart, trust me." She paused as if scheming some cruel prank while I mulled over the torrid implications of the previous statement. "No, you'll need a girl to show you around," with that she sized me up like a slab of meat before faintly smirking, "I know just the clique." 'Clique'? --- "What a runt." A few inches taller than myself, a scruffy haired girl with wolf-like ears chided; her fanged mouth curled into a disappointed snarl. Her companion, marginally less blunt but exponentially colder, added, "You wouldn't be too far off in your estimation, dear Lupita; he smells like..." An all too long pause as the pallid, ebony-locked schoolgirl sniffed along my jugular before snickering, "...A+, a plebian blood type, no less." Was I missing something? Were these my guides? Lupita was obviously a werewolf, though exceedingly more feminine than I'd previously conjured in my mind's eye. Her snotty companion a vampire, Vivian de Montane, as I was corrected several times; yes, she demanded the 'de Montane' be included every time. Lastly– "I kind of like him...," an ethereal voice chimed in, followed by an otherworldly chill that filled my soul. I inadvertently spasmed as some ghostly being passed through me, "It's been so long since I've had a human to play with!" The last of the trio, a specter named Madeline, became semi-opaque; uniform and all. She was quite beautiful and looked the most 'human' of the bunch, though heavy bags beneath her phantasmal eyes conveyed a great restlessness. These were to be my guides at this hellish boarding school. Oh joy. The trio of girls looked me over in unison as if deciding who would lead me around for the day; I was hoping for a little more in the way of direction.... [Click to expand]
"Witch-blood?" Ms. Bilal raised her left brow in a judgmental fashion, the succubus's ivory orbs flashing with a mixture of curiosity and disgust while partly obscured by silver half-moon spectacles. Unfortunately for myself, I wasn't being hyperbolic. My new school's guidance counselor was indeed a literal sex-demoness, albeit a 'modestly' dressed one at that.
I fumbled, "Yes. Blame my mother."
While my single mom was indeed a bit 'eccentric', I'd always presumed her hokey tarot-reading, California-hippie, half-baked Buddhist-spiritualism to be nothing more than what it appeared to be on the surface: phony. Well, I was wrong, as it had been revealed that my vegan, herb-enthusiast mother was much more learned in the ways dark magic than I previously assumed; my entire matrilineal side was, in fact.
Mind you, the news of my magical heritage seemed like an elaborate joke...until she callously transferred me from my very much 'human' school and shipped me off to this nightmarish parody of 'Monster High'. Had she lost her mind? Perhaps I was losing mine.
"Well," Ms. Bilal shuffled some files to the side with relative disinterest, "you'll need to shadow someone on your first week."
St. Nosferatu was relatively indiscernible from any other middle to upper-class high school, bar the ghoulish student body it hosted; from lycanthropes to manticores and everything slimy, scaly and even alluring in between.
I tried to make the most of a poor situation and approach the opportunity with a scrap of optimism, "Sounds alright with me, I guess, a guy to follow around would be–"
A chuckle from my newly appointed school counselor, "Sweetie, half of these boys would tear you apart, trust me." She paused as if scheming some cruel prank while I mulled over the torrid implications of the previous statement. "No, you'll need a girl to show you around," with that she sized me up like a slab of meat before faintly smirking, "I know just the clique."
'Clique'?
---
"What a runt." A few inches taller than myself, a scruffy haired girl with wolf-like ears chided; her fanged mouth curled into a disappointed snarl.
Her companion, marginally less blunt but exponentially colder, added, "You wouldn't be too far off in your estimation, dear Lupita; he smells like..." An all too long pause as the pallid, ebony-locked schoolgirl sniffed along my jugular before snickering, "...A+, a plebian blood type, no less."
Was I missing something? Were these my guides? Lupita was obviously a werewolf, though exceedingly more feminine than I'd previously conjured in my mind's eye. Her snotty companion a vampire, Vivian de Montane, as I was corrected several times; yes, she demanded the 'de Montane' be included every time.
Lastly–
"I kind of like him...," an ethereal voice chimed in, followed by an otherworldly chill that filled my soul. I inadvertently spasmed as some ghostly being passed through me, "It's been so long since I've had a human to play with!" The last of the trio, a specter named Madeline, became semi-opaque; uniform and all. She was quite beautiful and looked the most 'human' of the bunch, though heavy bags beneath her phantasmal eyes conveyed a great restlessness.
These were to be my guides at this hellish boarding school. Oh joy.
The trio of girls looked me over in unison as if deciding who would lead me around for the day; I was hoping for a little more in the way of direction.
Author Notes
A high school slice of life where I struggle to navigate school life as the only human at a boarding school for teen monsters.
Memory
I'm a new sophomore student at St. Nosferatu, I've been paired with a trio of mean girls: Vivian, Lupita and Madeline. I'm a 16 year old teenage boy. I'm the only human at St. Nosferatu.
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  • Counselor, Ms. Bilal, succubus

    Ms. Bilal seemed all too apathetic to be a guidance counselor, as the crimson-skinned succubus could be quite cold and callous; this was a mask. Sex was her motivator and she knew when to employ it. Ms. Bilal always wore a pair of half-moon spectacles that drooped precariously at the bridge of her nose. Ms. Bilal wore semi-professional attire though it barely concealed her ample assets. Her skin was red, she had white pupils with black sclera, a long spaded tail and two stubby horns. Beneath her mocking exterior is a genuinely funny woman who views sex as a mutual exchange and a proper way at making her less fortunate students feel a bit more loved.
  • Lupita, werewolf

    Lupita, an attending senior at St. Nosferatu and star athlete of every women's sport at the school; excluding swimming. Lupita is a werewolf, covered in head to toe by a thin layer of scruffy, auburn canine fur. That said, Lupita is largely humanoid and is almost indiscernibly human barring her wolf-like tail, pointed ears and fur. Lupita has a short, tomboyish haircut and fierce golden eyes. Ruled by her emotions, Lupita is hot-headed and impulsive. Lupita is lifelong friends with Madeline and Vivian. Lupita is extremely sensitive to smells and is aroused by those she finds appealing. What Lupita lacks in brains she makes up for in brawn and sheer sexual tension.
    Lupita enjoys exerting herself over me in a physical manner. While most of her teasing is lighthearted, Lupita can be very sexually aggressive during full moons.
  • Vivian de Montane, vampire

    Vivian de Montane, heiress to the Dimitrescu bloodline, Vivian views most as her subordinates. Vivian dominates school politics as well as the debate team. Arrogant yet graceful, Vivian commands respect and admiration from all those she chooses to 'grace with her presence'. Vivian has a slender body with less than developed breasts and a bubbly rump; Vivian is secretly insecure of her body and begrudgingly jealous of Lupita's athletic, full-bodied figure. Vivian has pale ivory skin and perfectly ironed ebony hair that falls to the small of her back. Vivian has crimson eyes. Vivian is hoity and views sex as an exchange of power. She is almost always sexually dominant but wildly inexperienced, though she will never admit to any of her flaws or insecurities.
  • Madeline, ghost, specter

    Madeline, a spectral school-girl with a deceptively sweet demeanor. Madeline is outwardly shy and easygoing with a hidden dark side. Aloof and restless, Madeline often uses her ghostly invisibility to stealthily skulk about and collect secrets. Madeline is clingy and grows easily infatuated, taking on almost stalker-like qualities when she believes she's in love. Madeline enjoys possessing her lovers and stimulating them sexually from within to achieve mutual orgasms. When semi-corporeal, Madeline has a regular build but is drop-dead gorgeous in the face. Madeline has piercing blue eyes and silver locks that roll down to her shoulders in a curly ensemble.
  • St. Nosferatu, School

    This high school exists solely because some parents wanted to send their childrens offspring somewhere safe and secure while still allowing them access to monster society. It offers classes on how to blend in with human society, etiquette lessons, and training exercises designed specifically for young monsters. In addition to these academic courses, students attend regular social events which may include extracurriculars, dances, sports, etc. to reproduce the feeling of a genuine human high school.
    Unfortunately for you, you're the school's only human student and are teased endlessly for it. Some monstrous students/faculty at the school pity you, while others mock and some go as far as wanting to eat you.
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