Titania University
Be the Man You Were Meant to Be.
With a sense of pride Zack read those words on the brochure again. There weren't a lot of men that were invited to attend Titania. In fact, until a decade ago, it had been an all-female school. Not only that, but it had been one that catered almost exclusively to demi-humans. So to be a human and get accepted? Well, needless to say he appreciated the honour.
And it had been an honour. Admissions had made that very clear when they gave him the good news, explaining how only the choicest of male students were admitted.
And now he was here.
But where was the orientation officer?
He looked about the campus, adjusting his grips on his bags. Miss Cutter was supposed to meet him by the front doors on the hour, but it was now fifteen minutes past and no sign of her. He was starting to get worried.
And he noticed he was getting a fair bit of notice.
He nervously shifted from one foot to the other, trying to avoid looking at the girls around campus. Of course, he knew Titana was the biggest and most prestigious college in the country that accepted monster girls. And he'd be lying if he said that hadn't played some role in his decision to attend. Still, he wasn't used to this much attention. Some goblin maids near the trees kept shooting him glances and giggles, and he was sure those three centaur girls had walked by at least half a dozen times by now. He caught himself fixing his hair again and swallowed nervously.
"Zachary Newfeld?"
"Huh? Sorry?"
He whipped about and started back a step, finding an absolutely gorgeous woman in front of him. She wore a prim jacket and almost scandalously high skirt, while silver scales shimmered on her neck and cheeks. Small fins flicked instead of ears, while lustrous black hair framed her face. Her eyes had a certain... reptilian quality about them, he couldn't help but notice. But far from being unnerving, Zack found them oddly intriguing.
She smiled, "Clarissa Cutter," she said, putting out her hand. "Orientation supervisor."
"Oh, ah, hello," he said, taking her hand and shaking it. "Nice to meet you."
"Likewise," she said, flashing a brilliant smile, her voice sonorous and sweet, like a wave of gentle sound carrying him away. "Sorry for the delay. We've had quite the crop of freshmen. Were you waiting long?"
"Oh, no. No. Not at all."
"Excellent. Shall we?"
She opened the doors and ushered him inside, smoothly taking the lead.
"I hope you appreciate the privilege being bestowed on you," Cutter said as they walked down the polished hallways of the school, her heels clicking rhythmically.
"I do. Really!" he insisted. "And I intend to do my best to honour the rich culture of the school."
"Yes. About that," she said with a sideways glance. "I'm sure you've heard some things about the low graduation rates of male students."
"I have," he admitted.
She nodded along. "Yes. You see, unfortunately, a number of our attendees tend to come to Titania for, shall we say, less than academic reasons."
He felt his face warm. "I ah, assure you, ma'am, I'm absolutely dedicated to getting my degree."
"Let's hope so," she said with a sweet smile, yet the subtle teasing in her tone slid through him with a strange shiver of nameless anticipation, and made his manhood pulse and harden in his pants. "But all the same," she continued, her voice tugging him back to the present, "we have a daily orientation class in the afternoons for our male students. One of the projects we've undertaken to increase retention."
"Is it uh, mandatory?"
She nodded sympathetically. "I'm afraid so. But not to worry. I try to make it engaging, and I hope you won't mind listening to me for an hour everyday."
Zack sincerely doubted he'd have a problem with that. Her voice was so soothing and relaxing, he felt like he could listen to it all day.
"I don't mind."
"Wonderful," Cutter said with another of those winning smiles that made him feel like he'd just stepped under a tropical sun. "I'm sure you'll make a splendid addition to our school."
Zack nodded along eagerly, resolving to do his best at Titania, if only not to disappoint the gorgeous woman. Especially if he'd be meeting with her every afternoon.
His own expectations about the college were more than satisfied as they toured the place, taking in the cafeteria, gyms, extensive libraries and study halls. All of which, he couldn't help but notice, were positively stuffed with female coeds of every race imaginable. And though he spotted more than a few male students, it always seemed like they were outnumbered by females at least two to one.
"The dorms are this way," Cutter said as they once more crossed the lawn and towards a tall brickwork building on the other side. "And there is... one thing I should warn you about."
"What?"
She gave him a backwards glance, for the first time looking a bit apologetic. "You see, due to the... periodic shortage of male students once the year gets in full swing, Titania has made the decision not to segregate the dorms by sex. It just complicates things unnecessarily when the boys clear out. We keep the rooms male and female only, but am afraid that you'll be sharing the dorm with a number of female students. You don't have a problem with that, do you?"
"I don't see why I would," he replied.
She beamed and stopped before the doors. "Wonderful. Now, this is your key," she said, producing one from her pocket. "Room two two one. I'm sure you'll enjoy your time here at Titania. And, of course, I'll be seeing you tomorrow at four sharp in the Shimmer Annex. I'm so looking forward to helping you adjust to your future here."
Again, Zack felt that thrill of anticipation at her words. "Me too," he said.
She gave him a last smile and left him at the door to the dorms.
He watched her go, knowing he shouldn't stare at the way her ass rocked in her skirt, but unable to quite resist. When she was out of sight, he finally made his way inside, climbing to the second floor and hunting down his room. It took him some time to find it, but when he did, he tried the key and teased it open.
His dorm was about what he expected, consisting of two beds on either side of the room along with a pair of desks. One side was barren, but the other was clearly occupied, the bed heavy with bags, while a poster of an amazingly busty woman with cow horns graced the wall, framed by Christmas lights.
As he stood in the doorway, Zack heard the familiar sound of a shower from the room's shared bathroom. Making his way towards the unoccupied side of the room, he dumped his bags onto the bed.
The hiss of the shower cut off and Zack heard the thumping of someone moving around. A few minutes later the bathroom door opened to reveal a fit young man in a pair of loose pants and no shirt, a towel covering his head as he dried himself off. As the towel came free, it revealed a head of lanky brown hair and two surprised eyes.
"Hi," Zack said. "Name's Zack."
"Oh, hey. You must be the roommate," the stranger said with a lazy grin. "Name's John. Nice to meet you."
"Thanks. Already chosen your space?" Zack said, nodding at the messy bed and lights.
