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At Anteronia University, there is much for many people to learn. It is perhaps the institution of learning with the greatest prestige in the arts and crafts of wizardry, with many notable alumni. The students there are free to pursue the research they find most fulfilling and are encouraged to take the means necessary to acquire the knowledge they seek.

This leads to some strange situations and trouble, but oftentimes the ends justify the means of magical education.

We find ourselves in a laboratory of one such student—a young man working diligently on a formula that will secure his place in the annals of the college’s history. He is a slight young man with long hair tied in a ponytail, whose form disappears in his voluminous robes. Through his glasses, he peers over the formula that will unlock the secrets he seeks, tapping a quill tip against the table, leaving a slight stain from repeated tapping and blots of ink.

This is Amadeus, and Amadeus has a problem—he’s missing the final ingredient to make everything come together, and so he researches, looking through all the reagents that he can to figure out that last secret, and in the lab, with a book procured from the library, he makes his final discovery.

A theoretical alchemical creation mentioned in the tome is the key to unlocking his new spell. It arises from the confluence of sexual and sinful energies, mixing with the natural essence of life. Such a possible creation would unlock all sorts of alchemical possibilities, but no one, as of the publication of this tome, had been able to create such a creature.

It’s not very surprising. This particular work was quite unknown, found in some dusty corner of the library, where works of less renown are banished. But from the riskiest of sources sometimes the biggest of rewards, and Amadeus knows he’s hit paydirt. After all, there is something, or rather someone, who meets the description that this forgotten writer had created so long ago—all he has to do is convince her to share…

Luckily for Amadeus, he finds this fellow student at a lecture. She sits a few rows up from him, dressed in the same robes as everyone else, but she is the only student quite like herself, for she is Eshere, the only slime girl that attends the college, and the only slime girl in the whole of Anteronia. The only problem would be to get her to give him what he needs.

So, Amadeus waits until the end of the lecture. It is a long anddense discussion on the ethics of transmutation. It’s quite an interesting premise, but Amadeus is far too concerned about approaching the slime girl to really let the learning sink in. But just as the class was dismissed, he popped himself up out of his seat and bounded down the few rows that separated him from his goal. But as he approaches her, she turns to another student and begins a conversation with him. He is a larger and more imposing student, a man whose robes hang wide over his broad shoulders. The newcomer makes the slime girl laugh, clutching her books close to herself.

Amadeus is right there by her. All he would need is a small sample from the slime girl. Just a scoop into a vial is all that is necessary to work on the formula he’s been so painstakingly preparing in his workspace, and the thing keeping him from his goal was the paralyzing desire to be absolutely perfect in everything.

“Something wrong?”

Those words break through so many anxious thoughts and planned contingencies,catching Amadeus off guard and leaving him staring at the taller guy before him. His mouth gapes, and his eyes stare, and he practically freezes up between the two.

“You’re Amadeus, right?” This time, it is Eshere who asks, holding her books close to herself, but tilting her head this way and that, waiting for a response.

“U… uh hi!” Amadeus eventually blurts out. It isn’t the most informative greeting, but it is what the smaller male can manage in his current state of affairs.

The slime girl waves delicately toward Amadeus, offering him a slight smile. “Hello to you, too!”

Amadeus feels that wall of anxiety that he pushes up against, fighting to say something, anything, but it is such a tremendous effort that he goes so far as to blurt out right then and there, “I want a piece of you!”

Eshere’s green cytoplasm trembles in response to the loud and sudden declaration, but the slime girl smiles and shrugs and says, “Well, what do you want a part of me for?” she asks.

This is it. He never thought he would make it this far, but regardless of what he thought he would accomplish, the femmy wizard has to respond at this juncture, so the truth would have to suffice.

“I’m developing a formula,” he begins. “It’s one that will be used with some transfiguration-type abilities, nothing too major, mind you. Just something to make things a bit easier for, uh, some applications.”

“Yes?” asks the larger man, folding his arms over his chest. “And what sort of applications would those be?”

At this point, with such an audience, Amadeus grows bright red, especially with such a specimen here with him. He gulps and adjusts his collar, only to finally reveal to them the true extent of his creation. “It’s to improve in self-lubrication… in both the vaginal and anal orifices.”

The two listeners look to each other, and Eshere places a hand on Amadeus’s shoulder. “That’s quite an interesting project. I’d be happy to help, as long as you give me something in return.”

“And I’d love to be a part of this,” says the other student, reaching his hand out. “I’m Alistor.”

Amadeus pauses when he hears the proposal of the taller, manlier mage, gulping before he can finally catch himself. “You want to be a part? How, exactly?”

“Well, Alistor says, scratching his cheek. “You’re going to have to test your materials, yes. I might be able to lend a hand, depending on exactly how you plan to test the formula.

“Ah, the tests, of course!” Amadeus says, pulling his glasses off and wiping them off. “I was planning on some personal testing. It’s nothing fancy.”

Alistor smirks. “Were you planning on sticking something up your butt?”

Amadeus goes bright red. “W-well, there really isn’t supposed to be any other place where the formula would work.”

Eshere chimes up, placing a slimy hand upon Amadeus’s. “Well, it seems you have yourself partners in this experiment now. Just be sure to put our names in the report.”

“Buh-but of course!” Amadeus says. “Anyone who helps should be properly credited.”

“So, what exactly do you need from me?” Eshere asks. “Is it part of my cytoplasm?”

“Let’s discuss this in the laboratory,” Amadeus says, rubbing the back of his head. “There are too many prying ears around and, well, it’s rather intimate.”

The three agree, and soon Amadeus has himself two companions he hadn’t had before, returning to his lab where he had his formula and his tools for the process of testing its efficacy, or should he say that rather sizeable dildo he had purchased from one of the many sex shops available in the city of Anteronia. And of course, he had the thing on full display as they arrived. Any pretense of a non-perverted practice in this workshop is thrown out the window by its almost-venerated presence.

Alistor whistles as he approaches the big thing, picking it up from its spot and handling it. “Nice design. You must have paid a pretty piece of gold for it.”

Amadeus keeps his head low as he makes his way to the beakers, vials, and other alchemical equipment. “Yes, well, I wanted not to cheap out on something so important.”

Eshere slurps up behind Amadeus. “So, how shall we begin with this magical transfusion. Shall I just spit into a cup?”

“Well, the truth is,” Amadeus begins, pulling off his hat and tossing it to the table, “I need to activate the reagent first. And the way to do that is to mix it with some of my own essence.”

Eshere thinks for a moment and rolls her eyes. “Oh, of course. Well, I was feeling rather peckish, anyway,” the slime girl says this, and as she does, her gelatinous form permeates through her clothes, slurping out of her robes and letting them drop goopy and wet to the ground before her, leaving herself as a naked form, leaving the suggestion of a feminine form in its contours and shapes but with none of the detail. In the middle of her chest, a heart-shaped core thrums and glows. “Are you ready for the extraction?”

Alistor puts the dildo down and finds a chair, sitting down on it and leaning back. “Oh, I gotta see.”

“I suppose I should be ready,” Amadeus says, shrugging, reaching up to work on his robes.

But as he undoes them, Eshere slips up to him, the essence at her feet pooling and enveloping around Amadeus’s feet, moving up his legs and under his garments.

Amadeus gasps as he feels the warm, oozy substance move up his legs and under his robes, slicking and sliding up against his skin, almost as if it becomes a second layer atop him. It weaves through the fibers of his clothes and passes through underneat, brushing up over the dead skin cells, eliminating them as it makes its way up and up and up, past his thighs, becoming like slimy thigh-high socks.

He wiggles his toes and squirms as she gets closer and closer up between his legs, squeezing his thighs and compressing his legs. All the while, Eshere smiles, even as she sinks down lower and lower with the more she moves up his body.

“Mm, I think I’ve ingested some of your being now.” She says, smirking at him. “Is dead skin sufficient?”

Amadeus looks to her and shakes his head, undoing his robe and letting it fall to his ankles. What Eshere and Alistor see is that underneath, they see the wizarding femboy in all of his glory, with no more clothing underneath save for the slime that hugs his lower body, glistening and making him shine. Between his legs, his little cock twitches, a cute thing that shows off the delight that he’s feeling. “Oh, no, there’s much more we need to extract,” he says, “and I’ll be happy to give it to you myself.

Eshere’s face is already right at eye level with the thing, and the slime girl opens up her mouth, droplets of her goo falling from the roof and down to the floor of her opening as she readies herself.

That’s when Amadeus places his hand on the back of her head and pushes forward, letting his cock slide into her essence. She closes her opening, wrapping the length entirely in her form, making him push through the sap-like substance.

Sitting over on his chair, Alistor shudders, and he grabs his own robes. “Damn, well, don’t let me be the odd man out!” he says, undoing his own robes, revealing before the other two students his well sculpted and broad body, and the rather impressive thing between his legs.

Amadeus looks over to him, his eyes widening, and his own little cock poking up extra hard inside Eshere’s mouth, where it is quite visible for the other student watching the two.

Amadeus stands in the middle of his laboratory, clad only in the slimegirl that crawls up his legs, wrapping tightly around him, pushing up his feet, and producing heels for him to wear. He stumbles a bit, but Eshere doesn’t let him fall. Long hair cascades down his shoulders, and her arms rest upon his, holding on as her cytoplasmic form sucks on his feminine cock.

Alistor watches, the larger of the wizards having undressed himself as well, his larger mast throbbing at the sight of the smaller male standing before him. “Who, Ammy,” he begins, shifting in his seat. “Anyone ever tell you that green looks good on you?

The slime girl takes the thought and spreads her form over his arms, creating sleeves on him much like the leggings she has already created for him. He shudders, stepping forward, not falling, but feeling the warmth and the tingling sensation of her cleaning off his skin vibrate through his body.

“It’s a suh-strange sensation, indeed,” Amadeus says, “And not quite necessary to create the reagents for my creation.

A mouth forms from Eshere’s being, and she speaks, “But you don’t disagree with the results.”

“No… no, I do not,” Amadeus responds. When he looks up, some of his hair obscures one of his eyes, fluttering his gaze over at Alistor. “Have you any objections to the process?”

“None at all,” Alistor says, pushing himself up, standing tall—much taller than Amadeus. The smaller male’s heart thumps in his chest, but that is also exaggerated by the slime’s core slapping up against his slightly puffy and perky pecs, throbbing and thumping against his own.

“Actually,” Alistor continues, stepping up and placing his hands on Amadeus’s shoulders. “I was hoping you wouldn’t mind if we got started early?”

Amadeus blushes deeply, shuddering under the strong touch and the slurping and wriggling of the slimy girl. “Buh-but I haven’t perfected my formula yet.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Eshere says, the slime squishing up and around his thighs, reaching for the wizard’s butt. She squeezes and spreads his cheeks,sliding her slimy substance down and surrounding his star. “It’s no bother to give you something to prep yourself up with.”

“Aah… aaah!” Amadeus gasps as he feels the cool, tingly sensation of the slimy stuff enter him, spreading him out and filling him. He stumbles forward, this time, falling onto the larger naked man before him. Alistor holds him tight and takes a hand, tilting his face up by the chin, smirking down at him. “Seems the three of us make quite a team, don’t we?”

Amadeus pants, his legs shaking as he’s stimulated from the front and the back by the slimy lady, but he lifts a leg, wrapping it around Alistor, placing his hands on the larger man’s chest. “I… I guess?”

Alistor leans in, pressing his lips against Amadeus’s. Eshere slips up over his cheeks, hooking into the smaller male’s mouth and pulling his lips apart.

Amadeus rolls his eyes back as he loses all control of his body, becoming encased more and more by Eshere and the sentient slime, all the while having a thick, wet muscle push into his mouth, tongues dancing about as he raises his hands up and wraps them around the larger man’s trunk of a neck.

Amadeus’s head spins as he feels his penis pumped and his anus filled, rocking back and forth against the slime’s sexy substance. The rutting is so effective and energetic that he humps against Alistor, their cocks separated by Eshere’s ooze and nothing else, and Eshere isn’t going to let that last for long.

Her slimy substance opens up, wrapping around Alistor’s length and bringing it right up against Amadeus’s. She wraps around the two, creating a ribbed texture in her slime, stroking up and down along both lengths as the two men squish together, both from chest to chest and now cock to cock.

They continue their kiss, the passion sparked from the strange slimy sensations that Amadeus is subjected to, but soon the two of them pull apart, a trail of spit bridging between them. Eshere pops her head up and laps it up, going from one man to the other, pressing her moist, slimy lips against Amadeus, slurping up the spit before she moves back to Alistor and does the same.

“Th… that might contaminate the results,” Amadeus says, though when Eshere turns back to face him, he grabs her by the back of her head, fingers squishing against her soft form, bringing her in close and kissing her back, tongue disappearing deep into her gooey form.

Alistor leans in as well, giving the mass a kiss, and Eshere opens up another mouth, making out with him as much as she does Amadeus, leaving the three together to rock and rut and make out in the middle of the laboratory.

Spurred on by the slime in his butt, Amadeus rocks faster against Alistor, letting out needy moans into Eshere’s face.

Eshere picks up her pace now, pumping deep into his body, pushing and pulling her stuff against him, milking him and making his dick leak precum as she pumps his prostate. He squirms under her, unable to hold onto himself for too much longer before he lets out a squealing cry, shooting out and filling the chamber with Alistor’s cock with warm, goopy jizz.