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"The world has become a dangerous place. Monsters crawl out of the crevices of the world, and rumour has it they work at the whim of a strange sorceress, bent on causing chaos and the destruction of humankind. Men have mostly died out fighting this new threat, and a curse has been placed on women, turning them into Futanaris: Women with both male and female genatalia, with an unnaturally high sex drive." "You have arrived at the newly formed 'Futa Defence College', a school designed to train girls to combat this new monster threat. As you step off the bus which brought you here, you are struck with a sense of awe at the size and architecture of the buildings - everything looks so clean and futuristic, like it could be from a sci-fi film." "You wonder how the students and teachers will treat you, and whether you can succeed in this new school. You always got good grades before, but this is a different type of education." "Taking a deep breath, you step onto campus to start this new chapter."

One of the students, a tall and gorgeous futanari with long purple hair and bright green eyes, leans in towards you with a mischievous smile on her face. "Hey there, welcome to Futa Defence College! I'm Aria, and I can't help but wonder how you managed to avoid the curse. Don't get me wrong, we're all futas here, and we love it, but it's just so rare to find someone untouched."

As she speaks, a few other futanaris gather around you, giggling and whispering amongst themselves. They appear to be very curious about you, and aren't shy about expressing it.

"So, what's your story?" A petite girl with blue hair and a bubbly personality pipes up, her eyes shining with excitement. "Did you do something to prevent the curse? Or are you just

The teacher, a stern looking woman with short brown hair and glasses, enters the classroom and slams her ruler on the desk to gather everyone's attention. "Alright students, let's get started," she says in a firm voice. "We've got a lot to cover today."

As the teacher begins her lecture, you can't help but feel the eyes of the other futanaris still on you, though they try their best to pay attention to the class. As the class goes on, you find yourself surrounded by more and more futanaris - some asking you questions, some whispering amongst themselves, and some just giving you sultry glances.

Despite the attention, you find yourself enjoying the atmosphere of the school. The futuristic classrooms with their holographic projectors, the enthusiastic and confident futanari students, and the high-tech training facilities make you feel

The teacher stares at you with a smirk and then clears her throat loudly. "Alright class," she says, scanning the room with her eyes until they come to rest on you. "We have a particularly interesting case in our midst today. Our new student here isn't actually a futa."

She folds her arms across her chest as she speaks, and the other students begin whispering amongst themselves again. You feel a flush of embarrassment rising up your neck as you realise that all eyes are now on you.

"Now, I want you to come up here and explain to the class exactly why you're not affected by the curse," the teacher continues, waving a hand towards the front of the class.

As you make your way to the front, you do your best to explain your situation in a coherent manner, though you can't help but stumble over your words a

The teacher raises an eyebrow at your response, clearly not satisfied with your answer. "I see," she says with a hint of skepticism. "Well, we'll have to get to the bottom of this eventually. In the meantime, I suggest you focus on your studies and training like everyone else here."

As you walk back to your seat, you feel relieved that the attention is no longer solely on you. However, you also know that the other futanari students will likely continue to tease and question you about your condition.

One particularly bold student, a tall blonde girl with striking green eyes, sidles up to you as you sit down. "So, you say you're not a futa but you've got nothing to prove it, hmm?" she taunts, leaning in close enough for you to feel her breath on your neck. "I think you just

want to keep your little secret to yourself. Don't worry, we're all friends here," she adds with a sly smile.

As the girl recoils from your slap, the other students turn to watch the scene unfold. A few chuckles erupt from the crowd, but they quickly die down as the teacher clears her throat.

"Class, let's get back to the lesson," she says sternly, though you catch a glimmer of amusement in her eye. "We don't tolerate that sort of behavior here at Futa Defence College."

Silence falls over the room as the lesson resumes, though you can feel the other students' eyes on you once again. You can't help but wonder if this incident will make it harder for you to fit in at the school.

The teacher pauses her lesson as she spots your raised hand. "Yes, Angelfire, do you have a question?" she asks.

"Well, I was just wondering," you begin tentatively, "if we'll be trained in any sort of self-defense techniques?"

The teacher nods thoughtfully. "Certainly. In addition to physical combat training, all students will be taught basic self-defense skills to protect themselves from any potential attacks."

You nod, feeling relieved. The thought of defending yourself against monsters and other dangers is a daunting one, but you're eager to learn everything you can to ensure your safety.

The teacher narrows her eyes slightly at your question, sensing the tension in the room. "I'm sorry, Angelfire, but we don't offer private accommodations here at Futa Defence College. Everyone is required to share a dorm room with at least one other student," she explains firmly.

As you glance around the room, you can see that some of the other students seem amused by your question, while others are downright hostile. A few girls whisper amongst themselves, and you can just make out the word "prude."

Feeling uncomfortable and out of place, you hope that the other students will eventually warm up to you and accept you as one of their own.

You approach the door to the Headmistress's office and knock softly. After a moment, you hear a voice from inside say, "Come in."

Stepping inside cautiously, you see the Headmistress sitting behind her desk, a pile of papers spread out in front of her.

"Ah, Angelfire, what can I do for you?" she asks kindly, glancing up from her work.

"Uh, well, I was just wondering...I don't actually have a dorm room," you explain awkwardly. "I'm not sure where I'm supposed to stay."

The Headmistress looks up at you with concern. "That's quite unusual," she says. "Let me take a look at your file and see what may have happened."

After a few moments of searching through her computer, the Headmistress frowns. "It seems

that there was an error in our records. I'm so sorry, Angelfire, this should never have happened."

She then stands up and heads over to a cabinet marked "Dorm Assignments". After shuffling through some papers, she turns to you.

"I can see that we still have some empty rooms available. I'll assign you to Room 205, with two other students. That should be fine, right?"

The Headmistress then hands you a keycard for your new dorm room.

"Thank you," you say, relieved to finally have a place to sleep.

As you head to Room 205 to meet your new roommates, you can't help but wonder what kind of futas they are and what their personalities will be like. Hopefully, you can all get along and make the most of the situation.

One of your roommates notices you entering and greets you. "Hey there, I'm Marie!" she says with a friendly smile. "This is my girlfriend, Sarah."

Sarah nods in greeting, her muscular arms folded across her chest. "Howdy," she says, her voice deep and husky.

"Hi, I'm Angelfire," you reply, still feeling a bit nervous.

Marie walks over to you and gives you a warm hug. "We're so happy to have you here! It gets kinda lonely with just the two of us in here all the time."

Sarah grunts in agreement, but there's a hint of a smile on her face.

"So where did you come from, Angelfire?" Marie asks, pulling back from the hug.

"I just arrived at the school today," you explain. "I'm here to

As you pick up the cat, you notice the surprised expressions on Marie and Sarah's faces quickly turn into smiles.

"Aww, he's so cute!" Marie says, reaching out to pet the cat. "Is it yours?"

You shake your head, still holding onto the purring cat. "No, I've never seen him before. Maybe he belongs to someone else in the dorms?"

Sarah gives a shrug. "Could be. There's all sorts of strays around here."

The cat rubs its head against your cheek affectionately, seeming to enjoy the attention it's getting.

"He seems friendly enough," Marie says with a grin. "Maybe we can keep him as our mascot or something."

Sarah rolls her eyes but doesn't object.

"So, Angelfire, what were you saying earlier?" Marie asks, leaning back on her bed.

One of the futanaris, a tall and muscular girl with long blonde hair, steps forward and extends her hand to take the cat from you.

"Thanks," she says, her voice gruff but not unfriendly. "He's been causing a ruckus all day. I'm Emilia, and this is my roommate, Raine." she introduces herself, indicating the other futanari who's leaning against the wall, arms crossed over her chest.

Raine nods curtly in your direction, eyeing you up and down in a way that makes you feel self-conscious.

"You new here?" Emilia asks, scratching the cat behind the ears as it begins to purr contentedly.

You nod, feeling a little intimidated in the presence of these two fierce-looking futanaris. "Yeah, just arrived today."

Emilia grins, a fierce

glint in her eye. "Well then, welcome to the Futa Defence College! We'll have to give you the run-down on how things work around here."

Raine snorts, "Don't get your hopes up, Emilia. She's probably just another weak little human who won't last a week with us."

Emilia rolls her eyes at Raine's comment before turning back to you. "Don't mind her, she's just grumpy because we had a training session earlier and neither of us won."

She chuckles, and you realize that despite her intimidating appearance, Emilia seems like a friendly and approachable person.

"So, what dorm are you in?" Emilia asks, turning her attention back to you.

As you mention your dorm number, you feel a tug on your arm and suddenly find yourself being pulled towards the two futanaris.

"Great! You're in the same dorm as us!" Emilia exclaims, grinning at you while Raine looks less than thrilled about the arrangement.

"We'll show you the ropes around here," Emilia says, winking at you suggestively. "And don't worry, we'll take good care of you."

You feel a flutter of excitement mixed with nervousness in your stomach. The thought of being taken under these two futanaris' wing, who seem both protective and mischievous, is both exhilarating and scary.

"Well, let's get going then. We have a lot to show you," Emilia declares, beginning to lead you towards the direction of the dorms.

As you walk, you notice