User blog:TheJanadianKing/Manticore Cuddles - WWYD Response

Prompt

I step back, eyes wide in shock. "Woah. Woah. Woah. Woahwoahwoah woah. Just-just hold on there a minute, sister!" She rubs her arm, muttering, "Oh, I knew this was a bad idea..." She looks up and me, and I continue, "That's-that's some pretty lewd stuff you're asking for, y'know? Normally, y'start off at just talking. Sharing your stories, getting to know each other. Then the next tier, you get to shoulder-rubbing. Quite exhilarating for the young bloods. Tier 3, you move to headpats. But noo, you go ahead and skip straight to tier 4, cuddling. That's barely a step away from the lewdest of all: handholding. Are you sure you've got the strength within you to leap straight to tier 4 without being tempered by the previous three?" She makes a fist and punches the air. "I won't fail!" I step forward inspirationally, "What did you say!" She jumps into the air, one ham-sized paw straight up, "I WON'T FAIL YOU!" The door bashes open. "What, in the..."

The Hellhound takes a step into the doorway, and I leap forward. Grabbing the Manticore's tail, I deftly squeeze the base of one of her quills. She gasps a little, and the quill shoots forward into the Hellhound's left tit. She staggers backwards, and I fire off two more, hitting her in the right one and just above the belly button. "What the-what did you do?! And how did you do it?" she exclaimed, whipping her tail back behind her. "I got it off a self-defense thread, about making a Manticore shoot off all their quills haphazardly so they can't get you from range. Quick, help me move her body. Manticore venom has the effect of paralysing other mamono, to stop them from claiming the Manticore's husband...either that, or making them absolutely ferocious." She rather easily lugs the Hellhound over her shoulder, looking down at me. "How do you know this stuff? I DON"T EVEN KNOW THIS STUFF!" I sigh and shake my head. "It's in Grade 11 Biology. Given the state of this place, I'd have thought everyone would've given more attention to it." I shrug and look around. "Here, under the teacher's desk. They're specially designed to limit the amount of noise coming out from them." At this point, she doesn't even ask, simply rolling the Hellhound under the desk. She wipes her brow and turns back to me, her confident side starting to show through. "So. You did that. We probably should leave before one of the teachers wanders in here and sees her." I nodded and grabbed my stuff, holding open the door for her. "Oh me, oh my, I've found myself a gentleman. My name's Lea, your's would be...Adrian, right?" I nodded. "Yep, I go by my middle name. 'Virgin King' isn't exactly the greatest name in a world filled with sex, let alone a high school." I hear a muffled giggling. "Hey! Stop that! It wasn't my fault I got riddled with this name!" She finally manages to get herself under control, and tells me, "You don't tell anyone about the cuddling request, I won't tell anyone about your first name...Virgin." I give her a light punch on the arm that feels like I'm hitting a block of solid rubber. "Fine. It's a deal."