User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Basilisk PrinceLolipop

Prompt:  You go to a mamono school. Today there is a new foreign exchange student, a basilisk. Near the end of class the teacher writes down your assignment on the board and sends you off. You're just about to leave the classroom when it occurs to you that the basilisk - who hasn't left her seat - can't see the board, and even if she knows the assignment she can't read out of the textbook without risking poisoning someone.

Answer:

Seeing that everyone else has left I walk over to the basilisk and ask if she knows what she has to do for the assignment. "Umm... O-of course I know! I just have to... um..." She hangs her head. "No I don't." I smile and tell her she needs to read through pages twenty three to twenty five in her text book. "Oh, that's easy... en...ough." Again she looks disheartened, so I offer to help her by reading through the pages with her, seeing as I'll have to read over them too.

"You-you'd do that for me?" I nod, then answer yes when I realise how pointless the gesture is. "Thank you, that would be lovely." She looks at me with a smile, and I hear footsteps behind me.

"I'm so glad you're taking the effort to help our new exchange student." The hakutaku teacher says with a smile. "I'm giving you the task from now on to help Layla in her reading assignments, is that okay?" I nod, knowing better than to argue with her.

I tell the basilisk to meet me in the library after school to get through the reading. "O-okay. Thank you again." She says, bowing as she rises out of her seat. As she goes to slither away I feel something brush against my foot. Looking down I notice her tails curled itself around my leg, the feathery tip slowly unwinding as she leaves.

We meet up at the library after the final bell rings, and she start's sifting through her bag looking for the book. I ask if she can even see which book she needs. She blushes and looks away. "N-no." She mutters, and I bring out my copy, telling her she doesn't need to find it anyway.

We spend the next few minutes going over the needed pages, then the questions that we needed to answer for the assignment. "Thank you again." She says as we get up to part ways. I go to leave and almost fall over, looking down at my ankle shows she's wrapped her tail around me again, and she's blushing intensely. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to- I-I mean I didn't even realise..." I tell her its fine, seeing as she's about to faint from embarrassment.

"Um... you don't... you don't mind?" She asks. I tell her it is a little annoying, not knowing if I can walk away without embarrassing myself, but it's nothing I can't get used to. "Oh, um... thanks. I know a lot of people wouldn't be as nice about it." I wave and tell her I'll help her whenever she needs it, then leave.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">We continue the routine for another few weeks, me getting the assignments and relaying it all to her. One day she invite's me out for tea. We go to a somewhat known cafe and drink our tea in between happy conversation. After a while I notice she's getting more nervous with every mouthful, and ask why she wanted to bring me out.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"Ah, um, well, you see... I had something I wanted to ask you but... but I don't, don't know if it was such a good idea..." I ask if it has something to do with the note sticking out of her bag. She goes bright red and grabs her bag, stuffing the note deeper into it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"No, um, I mean yes, but, ah, um, oh..." I have to stop myself from laughing at how flustered she is, and tell her to just ask me her question. "I-uh, right." She takes a moment to gather herself, before trying to look me dead in the eyes, even with her mask on. "Would you like to go on a... date?" I barely hear the last word, but can't help but laugh when she asks, making her blush and hang her head.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"Um... not really, some of the girls told me it was a nice place to go out with friends..." I mention that the cafe is notoriously popular for monsters to ask out men to get together with. She somehow gets even redder, and I tell her I wouldn't of come if I didn't want to go out with her. I start to feel the sensation of her tail coiling up my leg.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"R-really?" Really I tell her, and she all but throws herself across the table, hugging me. When I feel her shuddering I think she's crying, but looking at her reveals she's all but passed out on me. I then remember the effects of a man's scent to them while wearing their mask, and sigh.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">I get one of the waitresses to help me carry her back to her dorm. When we arrive I wait for her to regain consciousness. "I'm sorry, I was just so happy." I tell her its fine, but I'm not quite ready to take her mask off yet. She looks at me, cocking her head to one side.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"Um, okay, I guess what do you want to do then?" I tell her I want to go on a few real dates with her, before I take her mask off and look into her devastating eyes. She nods, agreeing to the terms, and we officially become a couple.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">A month later and we're sitting in her room, on her bed. I reach behind her head, and pull her into a kiss, slowly undoing the silk ribbons that hold her mask in place. When the knot comes undone I feel her claws digging into my shoulders. I pull away and slowly remove her mask.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">From the moment I see her gleaming emerald eyes to the moment we're lying in each other’s arms, completely exhausted, is a blur. I vaguely remember a dozen rounds of intense love making, but her eyes were the only thing that held my attention, along with the pleasure.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">When we wake for the next day’s classes I give her a passionate kiss, and we go a few more rounds before she replaces her mask. When we enter our first class almost the entire class whistles and howls at us.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"We could hear you two from the next hallway over." One of the succubus' states, a lustful grin on her face. I'm surprised when Layla doesn't blush, but looks proud of the fact. From that day we spent a few hours each night studying, before going to one of our rooms and spending most of the rest of the night looking deep into each other's eyes.