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High School Herms

Chapter 4: Young At Heart

By Von Krieger

Yuriko concentrated hard on putting one foot in front of the other; she'd partaken of far too much drink, and was having quite the difficulty making it back to her apartment on campus without falling over. She stopped to lean against the wall of one of the dorm buildings to regain her balance.

The snow leopardess had a perfectly good reason to get completely and utterly sloshed. She'd lost her job. Twenty five years of teaching here and she was being cast aside like rubbish. The words on the page were blurred and fuzzy to her booze-addled vision, but she knew what was written. She'd memorized it.

The new headmistress had an equally new plan in mind for the school's curriculum, and it didn't involve 'short lived' species on the staff. Planning for the long term, she said, and Yuriko was going to be retiring in another ten or twenty years, so the dragoness might as well have her laid off now and find a replacement, rather than design a curriculum around Yuriko's teaching methods and style and then having to do it again in a few decades.

It was enough to make the fifty year old snow leopard snarl, baring her fangs. She was sick and tired of headmasters and mistresses with stupid ideas. It was little things at first, a skirts-only dress code for the female instructors. That had been fine; the teachers would wear the same type of attires as the uniformed students. Yuriko hadn't minded that.

But then she was 'advised' to always wear long sleeved shirts. To cover her tattoos, they said. Not a good example for the students, they said. Forgetting entirely that Yuriko's tattoos were not only an expression of the very sort of entry level sorcery she taught, but were marks of her family, a long standing tradition. They were inked directly into her skin, but their design tinted right through her fur magically. It really rankled Yuriko; after all, she'd gone along with the damned dragon's first request, to have her saber fangs vastly reduced in size to more normal-looking fangs. "So as not to draw out instinctual fear in some of the more prey-species type students and staff," she'd said.

Yuriko hadn't wanted to go through with it, but she valued her career and the students that she helped each year more than a little bit of vanity. And not six months later here she was, about to be thrown out on her spotted ass at the end of the semester. A low growl rose in her throat, she'd been living on campus in the faculty apartment complex for half of her life. It was home, and come December she was going to be forced out of it.

She drew in a deep breath, trying to calm herself. It had already started over the summer; the newer faculty had not had their year to year contracts renewed, in favor of a new set of teachers, most with elven or draconic blood. It was discrimination, plain and simple. But since the school board and the county courts were stacked with elven, draconic, and other races whose lives spanned centuries, Yuriko was sure that any attempt at protest would be ineffective. There were even a few demons and demonbloods. It was disgusting what some of the staff were doing, taking of advantage of students and essentially making slaves out of them in return for free tuition, rather than the thousand per semester the school usually charged. They were the only school in hundreds of miles to offer magical training in addition to the usual high school education. They took full advantage of the fact that as a goodly sized chunk of Old Aerth they operated under the laws of the land that it had been, rather than the modern human law of Earth.

Yuriko sighed; nothing she did would be able to change anything on campus. The headmistress certainly wasn't going to change her mind. The dragoness wasn't going to abolish the practice any time soon; she had a collection of half a dozen or so girls, after all. She wished she could do something about it, about everything really. Make the school a good place for all races to learn, not just the ones that would live three times longer than others. Depose the headmistress; maybe make her feel as frightened, powerless, and submissive as the meek, shy girls the dragoness preyed upon.

The leopardess shook her head, running her fingers through the grey streak in her hair. Once a bright and radiant red, it had faded to grey as she'd grown older, though the black surrounding it remained as black as it had ever been. She slumped against the wall and let out another sad sigh. All the wishing in the world wouldn't let her fix things.

Just then something impacted with the top of her head. It was soft and exploded with a thick, wet sound. Someone had just dropped a water balloon on her.

Well, at least the water was warm. It took her a moment to realize that the contents of the balloon were quite a bit thicker than water. Judging by the volume and the warmth, it was most certainly someone under the influence of a fertility spell.

The lack of raucous laughter from above meant that the rubber bomb was tossed out the window as a method of disposal, rather than out of malicious mischief. At least the students who were having fun were using protection. Pregnancy was almost a certainty when you were using fertility spells, and all sorts of other strange effects as well.

The sudden coating of cum over most of her upper body had sobered Yuriko up a great deal, the snow leopard quickly stomping off towards the faculty apartments at some speed with renewed purpose. She was thankful that she'd abandoned her dress clothes for a simple t-shirt and jeans combo. Having to buy a new suit to last her the two remaining months until the end of the semester would be a few frosting flowers atop the icing on the cake of her humiliation.

Rather than be angry at the students, Yuriko found her rage directed at the dragoness. She knew her name, she could spell it, but damned if she could pronounce it. She didn't have the forked tongue nor the additional foot of neck needed to pronounce the draconic language properly. She just thought of her as "Headmistress" when she was out in public and "That dragon bitch" when in the comfort of her own home, or when she was off campus.

She growled as she turned onto the forested path through the middle of the campus. At one point it had been a proper park, but when the world changed it had become overrun with strangely tropical flora that grew rapidly, despite the relative chill of the outside air. It was bigger inside than the two or so acres it occupied. Due to some spell gone wrong, or right, one could walk to the statue in the middle of the park, turn, step through two trees close together, and come out at the basement entrance to the faculty living quarters.

Yuriko didn't want to run into any colleagues in her still semi-drunken state. She didn't trust herself not to say something she'd regret to one of the dragon bitch's toadies. You never knew who was trying to kiss her ass in order to keep their jobs.

The leopardess let out a feral snarl that was oddly at home in the otherwise out of place jungle. Despite the fifty degree night, within the park the temperature was about twenty degrees warm. The shift from cool to warm seemed to bring Yuriko's temper along with it. She unsheathed her claws and lashed out at a nearby tree.

She wanted to tear the dragoness limb from limb, but to her frustration Yuriko knew that she'd never be able to take her tormentor in a fight, physically or magically. The bitch was damned near nine feet tall, and as a dragon she had an instinctual command of sorcery that would put Yuriko to shame. If she was lucky she could get in one good strike before the dragoness turned her into a greasy spot on the rug. Even if Yuriko could beat her in a fight, humiliate her, that wouldn't fix things. The school board would just elect another suckjob of a sentient being to the position. What would be more satisfying, and work to Yuriko's ends, would be to get the bitch under her power. Have the great dragoness broken down into a meek and mewling plaything that would gladly bow at Yuriko's feet.

As she slipped between the two trees and darted to the basement access door Yuriko shivered, a strange warmth flowing through her, centering upon her loins. She could feel her body slipping into the all too familiar state of need.

The leopardess coaxed the sensations onward as she strode up the stairs. Sleek red leather and chrome bonds standing out in stark contrast to deep purple scales and pinkish orange hair. The headmistress always reminded Yuriko of a plum, her scales mostly black-purple, her underbelly a deep maroon, her hair the color of some sorts of plum flesh. Yuriko could just imagine the bitch on her knees, arms and wings bound behind her back, a blindfold covering her face, a muzzle preventing her from opening her mouth very far. Just far enough to let that long, serpentine tongue out to lap at her mistress' sex.

Yuriko strode into her apartment, the door locks opening at her presence. It closed itself behind her as the leopard began to strip off her semen-sodden clothes. Though her fur and hair was still clumped together, she failed to notice that all the seed that had landed on her body had vanished. If she had been paying attention she would have noticed it seeping into her as she walked through the forest.

She didn't even bother to turn on the lights as she entered the bathroom. The darkness would make it all the easier to pretend that her foe was beaten and submissive, eager to tend to her mistress' aching loins.

By the time the water heated to a comfortable temperature, Yuriko's need was almost agonizing. She let out a drawn out yowl, her fur fluffing in a blush as she felt a tide of wetness surge from her sex as she lifted one leg to step into the shower. By the gods was she ever horny.

The stiff spray from the showerhead upon Yuriko's six breasts made her draw a breath in through her teeth. It had never felt like that before. The hot water supply of the college was essentially endless, and a few minor enchantments allowed for an addition to the stock plumbing. Yuriko aimed the primary shower head just right and grabbed the shower wand, already placed on the pulse setting. The leopard sunk down in the back of the tub, letting the hard spray of the shower caress her nipples, while the intense, alternating streams of the wand were pointed toward her pussy.

A moan of delight escaped her lips as the sensual spout caressed her nethers. She felt positively randy, moving the wand closer and closer to her sex. She imagined it to her the tongue of her hated headmistress, likely trained on dozens of young teens over the years, now put to good use upon the dragoness' better.

The image and the stimulation brought another pleasured cry echoing up from deep inside the leopardess. It was her deepest desire, one of her darkest fantasies. It was the one thing she wanted more than any other: to have the bitch quivering before her, little more than an eager slut under Yuriko's control. She arched her back at the thought, something seeming to snap into place inside of her, turning up her need, and her pleasure, by several notches. Yuriko scarcely knew what she was doing. Before she knew it she had the shower wand crammed into herself with remarkable ease. What had once been a painful spray six inches away from her cunny felt like a rapid stroke of a lover within her inner depths.

Yuriko's fingers rapidly moved up and down over her clitoris, she ground against them with glee, bucking her hips wildly. She felts thirty years younger, in the very prime of her life and livelihood. She wasn't even winded, despite the exertion. As the moments passed though, Yuriko could feel the sensations shifting, growing stronger, spreading out, and the feel of her nubbin against her padded fingertips also felt strange. She could feel her clit swelling, growing larger. But not merely growing, but dividing as well.

It was rather like watching a cell divide; perfectly round at first, then growing, then slowly parting, taking on a figure eight shape for a moment before two perfectly round cells emerged. But that was where the similarity ended, for the upper nub continued to grow and swell, not merely expanding in diameter, but in length as well.

Yuriko knew what was happening, it was one thing that could go wrong with fertility magics after all. A poorly made potion for male enhancement didn't care if the one who drank it was male or not, it would impart upon them a rather impressive specimen of a member.

It was one of the rarer configurations of hermaphroditism, fully formed genitals of both sexes. Yuriko didn't mind the addition, it made her fantasies all the hotter; a forked tongue curled around an impressive length, a muffled cry of protest as Yuriko rammed her manhood into her pet's mouth. The very idea of it, Yuriko's fingers wrapped around the headmistress' horns, thrusts gleefully into the bitch's eager, greedy mouth... it made her feel so good, so powerful, so vibrant and vigorous. With each buck of her hips, imagined as a thrust into her dream-pet's throat, Yuriko could feel her new member taking shape, her length growing in inch by inch.

Soon it was big enough to encircle with her hand. Gods, it felt so delicious. She couldn't wait to put it to use on the bitch for real. She wasn't sure how it was happening, or why, but the cause didn't matter, only the outcome. Somehow she knew that she had gotten her wish and that she would soon be paying the headmistress a visit.

Her fantasy shifted from the dragoness in bondage gear to the dragoness in her usual business attire. Slowly unbuttoning her shirt, her wings fluttering nervously, licking her lips at the sight of Yuriko's member, She would slowly bend down, taking Yuriko's manhood between her massive breasts, hungrily, needfully taking it into her mouth.

As the thought came to mind, the growth of her new length surged, seeking to match the image within Yuriko's mind. It wasn't the largest cock Yuriko had seen, but it would look out of place on her comparatively small frame. She wanted and endowment enough to make the dragoness weak in the knees, longing for it, begging for it. She wanted the slut to have an orgasm at the very sight of seeing such a perfect cock upon the body type she adored.

And still her length grew; Yuriko was soon no longer able to wrap her fingers all the way around it. It felt so wondrous, like a part of her that had been missing all of her life. Its presence felt so perfect, so familiar between her legs. The leopardess looked down at her new organ, her eyes going wide. It was far longer than she had thought; it nearly reached her uppermost pair of breasts. It would've been sandwiched between her lower two pairs but they were... oddly smaller. Her figure had begun to change.

For a time her lusts were forgotten. Yuriko pulled the shower sex toy from herself, springing out of the shower. Her dampened fur poured water down onto the tiled floor, but she didn't care. She flipped the vanity light on and gasped in shock at what she saw.

Her reflection was not that of snow leopard in the midst of middle age, but rather than of one in the prime of her life. Yuriko watched with fascination as her long lost red streak reclaimed the area of grey. She felt herself firming up, her physique going from that of an old scholar to a young warrior.

"Oh gods..." she whispered, "thank you."

She let out a soft cry as her member pressed against he cool porcelain surface of the sink, liberally coating it with precum. Her cock ached, longed for release. There was a soft tickle at the base, a furred sheath spreading to cover the lowest portion of her shaft. In addition she felt a gentle pulling and stretching. It made her grin. If she was going to have balls to match her bat, as it were, she was going to have quite the package indeed.

The youth-restored leopardess stroked herself with renewed vigor, eyes fixed upon her reflection. She giggled as a strange sensation spread over her teeth, metal and ceramic fillings transubstantiating into living bone. Yuriko let out a soft growl of delight as she felt her canine teeth extending downward, growing once more into the proud sabers that she had given up for her career.

"Yes..." she panted, "I want everything, everything that I sacrificed for this place. I want it all back, every single thing that I gave up or was denied to me."

A soft glow spread over her fur, the pale, drab coloration of her magical tattoo burning into brilliance once more. The dragons glowed brightly, and were joined by several more, their brightly colored serpentine shapes standing out in sharp contrast to her grey, black, and white fur. She felt their fire filling her, turning the water saturating her into steam. The pleasant heat surged through her body.

"M-more..." Yuriko gasped, "I need more... Younger, I need to look like a student to best the bitch."

And still more power surged through her, a pair of blue dragons appearing, entwined upon her tail, a rare marking of power in her family, a sign of almost near perfect control over one's own body.

The force altering Yuriko complied with her desire, she felt herself slimming further, her breasts pulling inward, reduced to barely present nubs. Her gaze shifted as her height fell several inches, nearly a foot in height vanishing to complete the alteration.

In a few moments the figure that stared back from the mirror at Yuriko was very nearly the image of herself at fifteen. She had lacked her tattoos, her marks of mastery, then and her saberteeth hadn't grown much further than her lower lip at that age. Though her physical form was that of a teen, her body still showed its true age and power to anyone who was knowledgeable about her people. Which disqualified all but a handful of people in a thousand mile radius.

Yuriko drank in her image, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she felt the transformation force leaving her. The wild, passionate undercurrent that had driven her alteration, fuelled her lust, and delved deep in her mind to stir embers of revenge into the flames of a crusade to topple her hated foe. It seeped away from her body, focusing itself upon her center.

How had she forgotten this feeling, this passion? How had she ever left behind the comforting sensation of a well thought out plan to be carried out against an enemy? As the final alterations of her form slipped into place she could feel two sorts of transformational energy. The wild, lustful fire than had given her the greatest gift she would ever receive, and the warm, patient, gentle caress that shaped her body back into its teen years. The latter was still a part of her, an obedient energy that would remain with her always.

But the former, it condensed itself into a tight ball within her. It had a purpose, and that purpose had been served within her. Now it desired to leave, to seek out another, to give another being the chance to have their desires granted to them.

Yuriko smiled and released her grasp upon it, though she managed to coax a tiny bit of it to come away from the rest, to stay within herself, for a time. She still had a use for it, to serve her needs of revenge.

The small piece of the force remained within her, as if wanting to see for itself what Yuriko had in mind for it. The rest? The rest poured from her belly down into her new addition, sending an explosive charge of pleasure through Yuriko's loins, driving her to incredible, powerful climax. Yuriko cried out in sheer bliss as her manhood erupted. She couldn't help but clench her eyes shut, grit her teeth, and grip the sink with all her might. She could hear the sounds of thick, stick seed splattering all over the bathroom, yet seeming to avoid Yuriko herself, her now dry, pristine fur completely unmarred by the sticky substance that had soaked her earlier.

As the last drabs of power-charged essence dripped from Yuriko's member, she opened her eyes, purring happily in the afterglow of her climax. She was drunk again, but on power rather than on alcohol.

She looked around at the mess she made and chuckled, "How the hell did I miss that the stuff that hit me was glowing blue?"

The snow leopardess stepped over her luminescent mess, her tail swishing behind her in excitement. She knew she still had some clothes that would fit her svelte teen frame; her little sister had a habit of leaving things in Yuriko's apartment when she came to visit. Mostly clothes, but occasionally a spider, and at one point a six foot serpent.

In a few minutes Yuriko had donned her armor for the most important battle she would ever face; a tight, white long-sleeved button-up shirt that did its best to show off her somewhat limited chest, an almost criminally short black leather skirt, knee-high socks coupled with platform heeled shoes, and a pair of barrettes to pulled her hair into pigtails.

Yuriko blew a kiss at her reflection, looking herself over for any additional touches she could make. She hmmed softly, dimming her dragon tattoos until they were barely visible, they were perhaps the one thing that the dragoness could use to identify her.

She looked perfect, just like the shy, innocent students the dragoness dragged into her seductive web. The outfit accentuated all her features, the slight curves of her chest, the budding hips, and of course the plentiful package between her legs. The outfit spoke of a confidence in her body, a pride in its budding beauty. But perhaps it was a little too much, too slattern.

Yuriko's eye caught something in her closet, with a triumphant laugh she snatched it up, and with a few moments of preparation it was in place, completing the outfit. The silken sash to her favorite cheongsam gown. The purple sash, lined with golden lace, was tied into a large bow upon her tail. A cute touch of innocence, and a symbol of a gift to the dragoness.

She couldn't wait until the bitch unwrapped her.