Alan awoke for what must had been the fourth or fifth time today. The train had finally started slowing down after what had to have been hours of travel. He peered out of the window, and saw that it was now daytime, a thick cloud of fog obscured most everything in sight, save for a two rows of lanterns that stood parallel against each other, and in between them was a path made of stones that led into a forest of trees. Alan's attention was abruptly turned to the door on his left, the sound of footsteps and voices made him stress a bit. The young man remembered what Sehrin and Pierla told him earlier, and Alan guessed that not all of the girls would be so reserved and restrained in expressing their affection towards a newly acquanted male. "What if one of them comes in and decides that I'd make suitable for a meal, or fuck-toy? I'd likely be shared around with the entire crowd!" Alan worried to himself. His answer arrived as a knock on the door.
"A-Alan? Alan are you okay? Sehrin sent me to make sure that you were awake, are you ready?" A recognizably feminine voice behind the door asked.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm up. Come in and identify yourself." Alan replied. No sooner than after his response had the door's handle turned, and then opened. There was very little light in the booth due to the window facing the west, but whatever was coming through the doorway was holding a lantern, which caused a desirable amount of light to illuminate the room. Alan heard what sounded like clopping as the figure slowly entered, and was then quickly given sight of what looked to be a lavender colored Centaur, no bigger than a fully-grown miniature pony. Though her upper-half was covered by what seemed to be a purple, hooded top-robe, Her human part looked to be nothing out of the ordinary, save for her short, purple hair, which Alan could only assume was somehow natural considering the color of Pierla's. Her human half's skin, also like Pierla's, was pale, and her irises eyes were an astounding baby-blue in color.
Having no time to waste, Alan slowly stood up from his seat. "Tell me your name, you already know mine." Alan requested.
"My name is Jennie Merinan, I've been assigned by Ehra Luit's headmaster, Sehrin, to make sure that you don't get lost, or...misguided by some of the other students on the way to your dorm room." Jennie introduced herself. The Centaur then performed the closest thing to a curtsy as her lower-half would allow, and then smiled warmly at the young man in front of her.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, then." Alan returned her polite attitude, and reached out his right hand for a customary, American hand-shake. To the young man's surprise, the Centaur returned the gesture, showing unprecedented knowledge of some of his home realm's mannerisms.
"Hate to have to cut ourselves short, but I think we'd best get moving. Can I just call you Jen, for short?"
"Of course."
"Right. If there's nothing further, then we should get a move on."
With his newly met Centaur friend in tow, the two moved out of Alan's booth, and through the train's cars to the nearest exit. The train's interior outside of the booths was decorated with a sort of maroon red wallpaper and matching color short-carpet. The regal style was a bit unsavory for Alan's taste, but he disregarded it as he continued through. The two found their exit only a minute later, stepping (and clopping) off the train, and onto the stone-laden path that would lead them to Ehra Luit. Alan felt the cold September air nipping at him, without his long-coat he felt cold, naked, and vulnerable, he dreaded it.
"Alan, follow me. There's a hidden Fairy-Ring to the east that we can use to teleport to Ehra Luit, it will save us a great deal of time." Jennie said to Alan before she led him off of the beaten path.
Alan was a bit apprehensive of going into uncharted territory in low-visibility conditions regardless of the daylight, especially with the fog being as thick as it was. Setting his fears aside, Alan followed Jen into the fog, hopeful that their trip to the ring would be, at the very least: somewhat uneventful.
...
Alan and Jennie had been walking for roughly fifteen minutes without any strange ocurrences, something which the young man was grateful for considering how much he had been through this morning.
"Don't worry Alan, we're almost there. It's just beyond a ravine."
"You're certain that this route was faster than actually walking the other path?"
"By an hour or so, yes."
Alan was becoming impatient, and anxious with his detour's duration. He had been hearing voices whispering around him for a while, but he decided not to alert Jen about it. He guessed that whatever was out there had to be another type of monster-girl if it could talk, or a dangerous pack of human-male cannibals. Thankfully, the whispering was perceivable enough for Alan to conclude that it belonged to several women, and not a pack of vicious cannibals.
Jennie had stopped ahead, Alan had initially guessed that she had reached the ravine, but from what Alan could see through the fog, there was no such ravine in sight.
"You've been hearing them, haven't you, the voices?"
" Yeah, I have. Do you know what they are, or where they're coming from?"
"Of course, they're ghosts. There's a graveyard not too far off from here. They never bother me when I travel through these parts, but they're likely interested in your presence."
"Uh, I take it that my life is in jeopardy, then?"
"No, just your spirit-energy, but only if you should seek out the Ghosts for the pleasure they can give you, that is. We're much too far away for them to pose any threat otherwise. You'd be in trouble if you found yourself surrounded by them though, I doubt a man would ever leave their turf after having sex with one of them, let alone a group."
"Spirit-energy, what's that, like a soul, like, the kind I don't have?"
" Funny, but, more or less. It resides in your body, all monster-girls need to feed on it to live. It's found also in both semen and blood, with the latter yielding hardly a fraction of what the former does, which is why a monster-girl will never fatally injure a man. The more spirit energy a monster-girl consumes, the more powerful, beautiful, and, likely, respected by other's of their kind they become."
"Yourself included, right?"
The Nightmare quickly became flustered at Alan's question, and began to fidget nervously.
"Y-yes, we all do. Why?"
"I'm not a man of free rides, but, since you're helping me, I think that it would only be fair for me to return the favor, yes?
Jennie was at a loss for words, many of her kind would do anything to be in her place. Having a handsome young man such as Alan offering himself to her, it was like a dream come true. She was terribly aroused by both Alan's offering, and her base instincts, there was no way that she could refuse such a deal, nor did she want to. Regardless of her lack of sexual-experience, she was fairly confident, and hopeful, that she would be able to create a stellar experience for the both of them if he actually went through with his deal.
"If you are sure, t-then, I-...I'd love to, thank you so much, Alan!"
The Nightmare then positioned herself against a nearby tree, and hugged it with her human half, her lower body kneeled slowly at the front to present Jennie's sopping wet, Centaur cunt to her partner. Alan was immediately taken aback by both Jennie's enthusiasm, and the stunning size of her snatch, which constantly dripped with thick, white fluids of arousal. Alan worried that his rod wouldn't be very pleasing to Jennie due to it's size, it was obviously designed to take mates who were more than double his size in "endowment", but the gaping, wet mess that was her pussy was too delicious of an invitation for Alan to have passed up.
Alan hurriedly unzipped his black jeans, and lowered his matching boxers and the latter just enough to give his stiff, seven-inch long cock the air that it needed. Alan approached the Nightmare before him, got a firm, but gentle grip on her flank, and rubbed his shaft vertically against Jennie's pussy lips in an attempt to lubricate it. Alan had watched enough Hentai to know that going in dry was usually a bad idea, and quite often led to a painful experience for the woman, he was too considerate for that. Jennie was quite receptive to his advances, but she clearly wanted more from Alan. The considerably thick pussy juice that practically gushed from Jennie's snatch now more than coated Alan's throbbing tool, radiated a tantalizing warmth around his cock that aroused him even further, and would also act as a more than suitable lubricant for their love-making.
Being unable to hold back for any longer, Alan reaffirmed his grip on his partner, and slowly penetrated her. Both Alan and Jennie screamed out in pleasure as Alan hilted himself inside of the Nightmare, their unison having been completed at last. The young man slouched over against Jennie as he recovered from the unexpected wave of heat and tightness that Jennie's wet cunt gifted his rod with. Having had his time to recover, Alan took the liberty of beginning a moderately fast rythym of thrusting for the two to start with, and work further from. Jennie was inexperienced, however, and merely took Alan's thrusting.
"Ohh, oh god! Cmon' Jen, ugh...Ah! Work with me here!"
"O-oh! Sorry!"
No sooner had Jennie began moving her lower-half against Alan's motions, causing herself to scream out in newfound exctasy as her pleasure was more than doubled from the additional lubricated friction. Alan's thoughts became fuzzy and incomprehensible just like before with Pierla, he could only focus on the sex, and the pleasure it brought him.
"Alan, your cock is so big and h-hot, pound my cunt, harder!"
The young man redoubled his efforts, and soon found himself nearing an orgasm, the excessively wet, and humid interior of the Nightmare's pussy was proving too much for him to take. Alan strengthened his grip on Jennie as he thrusted even faster into her depths, the need to cum was unbearable to him.
"Jen, I'm going to...I'm going to cum!"
"Me too, Alan! Just let it all out, let it all out inside of me!
The encouragement from Jennie was all that Alan needed to hear, for only a few seconds later, he found himself thrusting as fast as he possibly could, and only moments away from cumming inside of his partner. Finally, Jennie screamed out as loud as she could in total bliss as she climaxed, her cunt convulsing and squeezing around Alan's rod tighter than ever, her cunt releasing unprecedented amounts of thick girl-cum. Alan couldn't hold on for any longer either, and came an inhuman amount of semen as he continued to pound away at the cum-spattered mess that was her cunt, several thick strands of sticky fluids connected between eachother's crotches. Jennie began to swoon as she felt her womb being filled with Alan's essence, the feeling relaxed her to a point of pleasant exhaustion whilst Alan continued to fuck her.
Eventually, having filled his partner's cunt entirely to the brim with semen, and then some, Alan's considerably large orgasm had blown over. The young man removed himself from Jennie and sat down to rest, thoroughly tired, and very pleased with the experience, and very, very displeased with the massive stains on his pants...
"I guess this means that we aren't virgins anymore, huh?"
"Mhmm, sure does. Thanks for that, Alan, I'm very grateful that you offered, I sure don't regret accepting you at all."
"Yeah, you were incredible too. Say, are you good to walk the rest of the way?"
"I don't think so, but don't fret! I have this that you can use. Here, it's a tablet that you can place in the middle of a fairy ring to activate it with, you don't even need to known the incantation to use it."
Jennie reached into her hoodie-thing and retrieved a small, square stone, handing it out to Alan for him to take. Alan accepted the stone, and examined it before placing it away in his jean pocket.
"The ring is just up ahead, not far at all. You won't miss it."
Alright, will you be alright on your own?"
Of course. There's really nothing dangerous out here for me except for the environment, but I can't say there won't be anything..."dangerous" out here for you..."
"That's assuming that I should stray from my path..."
"Not necessarily. The monsters of this forest live in a close-knit community, the Ghosts we heard earlier have likely alarmed the others in this forest of you. You'd best get moving, not all of the girls out here are very interested in your freedom, they'd likely try to keep you to themselves."
"That's not going to happen. Will I see you again, Jen?"
"You won't see me, per say...but yes, we will certainly meet again."
"Then I bid you farewell, Jen."
"Just try to get there in one piece, okay?"
Alan gave her a thumb-up before heading out in the same direction as before, though he made a mental-note of being much more cautious. "I may be alone for now, but I doubt that'll last long if I waste anymore time." Alan thought to himself as he speed-walked through the fog, making sure to watch his footing so as not to step into anything unsavory.
Alan happened upon the tiny ravine which Jennie spoke of earlier, and jumped across it with ease. Having walked past the ravine for a short bit, the young man came to a clearing in the fog. The Fairy Ring was in view at last, and with no potential hostiles in sight. Having approached the ring and positioned himself in the middle, Alan's pocket began to glow, signaling him to somehow use the tablet to activate the teleporter. The young man remembered from one of the computer games that he played had teleportation tablets, but they had to be thrown onto the ground and shattered in order to work, a risk Alan wasn't sure about taking. He experimented with the tablet for a bit, but found no response from the ring, the tablet only grew brighter as it got closer to the ground, it did not activate.
Having run out of options, Alan reached his right arm as high into the air as he could, and threw the tablet onto the ground with all of his might, causing it to unexpectedly erupt into a brilliant blast of light that blinded Alan as he felt a wave of warm energy immediately overtake his body.
The Forest of Ehra Luit was silent, once again.