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Terry walked down the long hallway in Mains that led to the Dean's office. The secretary's desk was right next to her office and had a little plaque on it that read "Nina Cooper, Head Secretary". The woman behind the desk, presumably Nina, was a pretty, slim little thing not much taller than his shoulder. She had closely cropped black hair and her eyes were nearly the same shade. She gave him a small smile as he approached.

"Hi, I was wondering if I could see Dean Savage."

Her smile never faltered. "Your name?"

"Terrance Aldridge."

She looked briefly at a piece of paper, ostensibly a schedule of her boss'--though they both knew he wasn't on there. "I'm afraid she doesn't have many openings today, Terrance. Can we make an appointment?"

He was hoping to avoid this. There were some questions he wanted answered and she was the only one who could legally do so.

"I suppose we could, but I'd rather speak with her today. I think there's been a major error."

Nina nodded. "Please have a seat, I'll be right back."

She stood, confirming her small stature, and he tried not to look at her legs in the maroon pleated skirt and grey velvet boots coming nearly to her knees. She ducked into Morgana Savage's office while he sat on a chair across the room.

It was a longer wait than he'd thought it would be. "She'll see you now, Terrance." She was flushed and readjusting her simple blouse as she sat back down. He eyed her sideways as he walked past her desk. Things were very, very strange in the Reservation. He'd begun to get used to it. Still, if he didn't miss his guess, the Dean of Admissions was physically involved in some way with her secretary. Not to say it couldn't happen elsewhere, it just seemed like people hid their sexuality less here.

Entering Morgana Savage's office was like stepping onto a movie set the difference was so stark. There were tapestries hung on the walls and a suit of armor in one corner behind her desk. There were bookshelves built into one entire wall from floor to ceiling and they were completely full of old books. Another shelf was pigeon-holed for wine bottles and it was flanked by another shelf that, honest, held scrolls. It looked like Morgana was trying to harken back to an Arthurian-era drawing room, especially with the fireplace taking up a large portion of wall opposite the books. He could stand in it if not for the glass front. It held no fire at the moment. A rug led from the door to her huge, dark desk with plush leather chairs facing her. The computer sitting atop it was very oddly out of place until she looked up at him and then calmly flipped the flat monitor down inside the desk and covered it with a nifty wooden panel. Now the room looked ancient.

She stood, a woman of considerable stature despite being a little shorter than him, and was flanked by the heavy drapes pulled wide of the massive windows.

And she was gorgeous. She was a woman you didn't see in real life more than once unless you were very lucky. She put movie stars to shame because, were he inclined, he could reach out and touch her. She was real, and she had an amazing presence. Not even Ferdinand could make him feel so small.

"Mr. Aldridge," she said, her voice smooth and quiet, yet filling the room. "What can I do for you?" She walked around her desk and motioned for him to join her in the chairs angled towards each other.

He could see why Nina might want to be physically involved with her. She was wearing a suit but it was cut to show off some pretty impressive curves. The pencil style skirt showed off incredibly toned legs and a fantastic butt, as it was designed to do. Her shirt was unbuttoned one button too many, perhaps a forgotten detail from Nina's visit. Just a hint, but it was enough to convince him of her spectacular bust.

"Mr. Aldridge?" Her eyebrow twitched up just the slightest. She looked halfway through her second decade but carried a weight of a century or more. The thought had him quite suddenly sweating. And inexplicably aroused. Which only had him sweating more.

"Yes. Hello." He made his way to the chair and extended his hand. "I'm Terrance Aldridge. My friends call me Terry."

"Morgana Savage." Her hand touched his and electrified him. She had the softest skin he'd ever felt. "What can the Dean of Admissions do for you, Terrance?" She subtly emphasized his name. Right. This was formal. Quit checking her out.

And suddenly he wasn't sure how to say it. Was he going to be in huge trouble if she knew he was a 'Uniform'? They were apparently not supposed to know about the Totemic people.

"Mrs. Savage--"

"Ms."

He cleared his throat. "Oh. Sorry?"

She shrugged, an almost wolfish grin briefly playing on her lips. "I'm old-fashioned."

Holy shit. Holy shit, she is_old. She's probably older than America itself._ He was absolutely sure of it. It wasn't just what she'd said but how she said it. This had to be part of the magic of the Totems. She was lifetimes older than him.

"Oh man." He couldn't help a slight tremor, and his palms followed suit with the rest of his body and began sweating too. "Ms. Savage there's, uh, there's been a huge mistake. I'm not Totemic. I didn't know this was a Totemic University. I'm normal. Er, I mean, I'm not the same as you guys." Her eyes were slowly widening and her nostrils flared as she took a huge deep breath. Cedric had once done the same thing, and now he was positive the act was for smelling him, not just breathing.

She stood up, towering over him. He could swear she was taller than before. "How did you come to Inner Springs, Terrance, without an invitation?"

She turned to walk toward a bookshelf, pretending to study the titles. He realized he'd been holding his breath since she stood. He also realized he couldn't stop his arousal. Something must be wrong with him. He'd only felt more immediately in danger a couple times before in his life, and once had been with Ferdinand.

"I was invited, Dean Savage. I got it in the mail. When I checked online, the deal was too good to pass up. My mom can't afford my college so I--"

"Aldridge is your surname? Where are you from?"

"Barlow."

She breathed in again, and he looked out the window until she came around her desk and sat in front of him. "You are not of the Ursine Aldridges?"

He hesitantly shook his head. "I don't even know what that means."

She pulled out a drawer and pressed a button. "Nina."

"Yes, Dean?" Nina Cooper's voice came from the desk.

"Come here." It was the most casual command Terry had ever wanted to obey, especially considering it wasn't aimed at him. He actually had gotten halfway out of his chair before he realized it.

Nina entered moments later, smoothing her skirt against her legs. She went to stand beside Morgana's desk.

"It was your new computer program we used this year to extend offers to out-of-towners, yes?"

She nodded.

The Dean turned to him. "Tell her what you just told me."

"Yeah. Um. I'm not Totemic."

It was interesting to watch her face go from placid to abject horror, even if it was at the thought of him being who he was.

"What is the policy concerning Uniforms, Nina?"

She shook her head as she turned to her boss. "No, please Morgana I... I didn't know. I didn't know, it was a mistake!"

"Of course it was a mistake! I do not hire imbeciles!" She stood up, her hands gripping the desk. There was no doubt about it. She was taller. And larger. "How many more do you think could have slipped through?"

Nina was still frantically shaking her head. "I remember, there was only one eligible name. I'd checked to make sure the thing was working. Oh, gods I remember that name now too!"

"What all have you seen, boy? I smell others of the People on you." Morgana's voice was a little deeper. She removed her coat and he watched, amazed as her body strained against the clothes beneath. The two buttons at the top of her shirt were about to pop.

He sat, too shocked to speak. He knew his mouth was open. He'd seen these transformations before, but they were still impossible to reconcile in the moment.

"Where are you staying?" Her voice was even deeper as the resonant chambers that made speech possible elongated ever so slowly. Her neck stretched, her jaw lengthened. Her shirt finally gave out and snapped open. The skirt stretched nearly sheer before it ripped simultaneously in several places before finally falling off her expanding hips along with her panties. Her muscular thighs shredded the tights. He looked back up at her face, now higher than Ferdinand's would be. It took on a decidedly reptilian shape, her nose now just two slits above a mouth filled with short, devilishly sharp looking teeth. Her skin was taking on a gray cast, and her hair was solidifying into short horn-like protrusions on the back of her head. Her hands came up and ripped the remnants of clothing still clinging to her upper body off and they were tipped in elegant claws. Bands of pale yellow ridges ran horizontally from below her jaw down to her formerly smooth abdomen.

"Have you told any others of your kind what you've seen?" She had to be near ten feet tall. The high ceilings of the room didn't look so large anymore. Her breasts were the size of medicine balls, her grey-purple nipples the diameter of his wrist. The breasts were the same pale yellow as the rest of her underbelly but without the ridges, heavy and round, sitting high and proud as her sinuous spine lengthened. Peripherally he noticed a tail as long as he was tall, covered in the same almost leathery looking gray skin as the rest of her. The base had to be as big around as his waist. Finally he looked down--or straight ahead--and saw what was between her massive thighs.

A cock.

It was unlike anything he'd ever seen. It had to be almost two feet long and as big around as his thigh or more, and lay limply over her gonads. The balls hanging in the tight, stretched sac were each as large as his head. There was that grey skin covering it in a foreskin, but even flaccid as it was, it was obvious the head had the same basic shape as a man's would.

She was a dragon. A _hermaphrodite_dragon. Morgana's human face was still almost there, hints of the sly eyes, the gorgeous smile. Her shoulders and arms were feminine, her legs, while large enough to carry her new bulk, were unmistakably female. He had never been so confused at his rock-hard penis before in his life.

A sudden moan made them both look at Nina. He'd missed her transformation. She was sleek, naked, and an inky, slick black on the back half of her body, the front of her from her collarbone to the tops of her thighs a brilliant white. Her head was reminiscent of an orca, near as he could tell. She had a thin tail ending in cute little flukes, her black hands buried and very active between her perfectly smooth legs. There was no hair on her starkly two-toned body.

She was looking adoringly up at the Dean. The whole transformation had taken all of a minute, but Nina was at least an orgasm deep into masturbating, judging by the fluids shining on the inside of her thighs.

"Boy. Lock that door."

He was turning the lock before he realized he'd responded to the contralto voice, still as sweet and surprisingly soft, but filling the room, and him, even more than before.

"Tell me everything."

Words spilled from him. He told her every moment he could think of from the time he'd gotten the mail to the present. Partway through, she began moving. He thought something with that much bulk would move the world with her, but it wasn't so. She calmly drew the heavy drapes, casting the room into shadow before she flicked a switch on the desk, starting the fire in the gas fireplace. It made the room look even more medieval. Nina stood almost helplessly, still furiously fingering herself as she gazed at Morgana worshipfully, wet noises shlicking into the brief silences between his breaths.

When he got to the part about him having sex with Charlie she stopped him for a moment.

"Take off your clothes. Let me see what we have to work with."

He had never become naked more quickly.

"Oh-ho-ho! Look at this! Are you sure you don't have some Equine blood in you? Nina." The girl moaned at the sound of her name. "Kneel." Nina fell to her knees, shaking in pleasure. "Put your hands behind your back and do not touch yourself anymore."

"Boy. Come here." He stood next to Nina, feeling the heat from her arousal wafting off her entire body. They were positioned next to the desk, Nina closer to the wall, her knees wide and her pussy dripping often onto the dark tiles. "Tie Nina's hands together."

She handed him a length of rope from inside her desk and he stepped behind her. Nina's tail coiled against his leg, his hip, his back, as he bent to tie her wrists together. Her skin was oddly slick, as if covered in a film, but it wasn't unpleasant and didn't seem to come away when he stopped touching her. He noticed, too, that she had a wrinkle on either side of her spine between her shoulder blades.

Blowholes.

"Tell me what is arousing you, boy."

His cockhead was pressed against his stomach, the angle of the curve making his precum dribble against his abdomen.

"I think I might be a scalie as well as a furry too. You are the most fantastically attractive thing I could ever have dreamed up from the size of your cock to the way you move your--" He shut his mouth with a click. He hadn't meant to say anything, much less admit that.

She smiled her dragon's smile. "And what of Nina?"

"I want to see if she is as slick inside as--damnit!" He grunted in annoyance.

She placed her hand on the top of Nina's head and rotated her to look at him, his junk in her face. The secretary's head fit easily into the Dean's palm. "I'm going to fuck myself with you, Nina. How would you like him fucking _you_at the same time?"

She whimpered as she came again. He could hear her juices flowing onto the floor. The smell in the room was overwhelmingly of sex, both his own and Nina's. Morgana had her own scent, unique and powerful, exotic and stimulating.

"Stand in front of me, boy." She turned and he followed.

He ended facing her, looking up and down the impossible sight of her. She bent down, placing a hand on his head and guiding him to her nipple. His own hands came up to hold the thing. It was as soft as a normal nipple, just larger than he could safely put in his mouth. Not that she seemed to notice, as she urged him towards it.

"But my teeth--"

"Won't hurt me."

He desperately shoved it into his mouth, unmindful of his molars scraping against her soft skin. She seemed to enjoy him chewing on it, letting out muffled grunts as she shoved his face into her ample breastflesh. He felt something large and soft press against his leg and then move slowly up. At first he thought it was her knee, but when it came to rest in his crotch and then steadily add pressure upwards he knew it was her cock.

She pulled his head away gently and he released her nipple, the teeth marks in the gentle skin making his own dick throb almost painfully.

"Go fuck Nina. You'll both be pleasantly surprised, I think."

Because of the pressure on his taint, he had to practically dismount. He placed both hands and pressed down to back off. He'd thought her nipples were soft. The gray skin stretched over her insane genitals was like moonlight on silk.

He walked around her, trailing a hand against her leg, confirming the rest of her skin, despite its almost leathery look, was just as soft over her entire body. It was marvelous. Terry stopped behind the prone secretary. She shifted forward, moaning quietly. She was still steadily dripping her arousal onto the floor and there was a sizable puddle beneath her. It was cooling, as he stepped into it with bare feet, but not cold.

Morgana leaned forward on all fours and raised her tail. Her balls stayed tightly against the underside of her shaft. Her balloonknot was the same grayish color.

"You know what comes next, Nina." The prone girl whimpered out an affirmative. "I think I'll thank you for making this particular mistake. I think you'll like the outcome as well."

She looked over her shoulder as she backed up. Her earlier words "I'm going to fuck myself with you, Nina" drifted up from his memory. Nina took a huge breath in anticipation, it went on and on longer than he thought possible. The slight girl raised her head and pointed herself towards the Dean's rear. Her sphincter winked open and closed until it came in contact, then it parted slowly, sliding glacially over the secretary's smooth head. Morgana had a hand on her desk for balance and the other was holding the monstrosity of a cock. Her balls were swinging high and tight against her as she slowly jacked herself. Finally she rested her stretched hole against Nina's shoulders.

Morgana looked skyward and sighed.

Terry let out a blast of air he was unaware of holding and looked down at the writhing girl beneath him. Her hands and feet were clinching and unclinching along with her body as she came over and over, each time letting out a waterfall of ejaculate from inside her. He counted three helpless orgasms before he got down on his knees to watch closely. Her tail found him and pulled him closer. He rested his hand against her pussy and she came again, coating his hand in liquid, syrupy cum. Then, on a hunch, he began inserting two fingers into her ass. He could hear her muffled screaming from inside Morgana while he felt it in two more added fingers. Then he pushed his whole hand in. Her asshole soon gripped his wrist like a vise as she came once more, and he used the angle to lift her hips up.

He placed the tip of his throbbing dick against her overly juicy pussy and savored every inch as he pushed himself inside her. The inside of her was more slick than the outside, and clinching against him like mad. He could feel himself stretch her open against his hand still buried in her ass. He put pressure against the top of his cock as he slid more of himself into her. It was a fascinating contrast between a well-lubricated glide and the fierce tightening of her inner walls. She was vibrating like a huge string and then he felt her clamp down on him, her juices running pleasantly off his balls in little runnels.

Morgana began to slowly slide up Nina then bump roughly against her shoulders. The first time shoved her the rest of the way onto his cock. She took the last three inches of him all at once and he could feel her scream thrum through her. It was louder than before, and he realized her open blowholes were helping. She inhaled deeply and then Morgana squeezed her partly out again, then pulled her back in with masterful inner muscles.

It was too much for him. Before he exploded, he wanted some more involvement and began pistoning into her. He barely felt the almost constant stream of Nina's fluids down his balls and thighs. He stood most of the way up, and hitched her up higher, thrusting as hard as he could into her, if shallowly. Morgana let him do most of the work for her.

He pulled his hand out of her gaping ass and watched it wink as he grabbed her slim hips and planted his feet, then jackhammered into her. Her legs were completely extended in another orgasm, her feet pointed and frantically flexing.

Morgana moaned and arched her back as he slammed into the trapped Nina. Her dragon's tail swept from side to side until he got inspiration and grabbed it. He used it as leverage to shove himself into the small woman with all the force his whole body could muster. Until it happened.

Morgana gasped, shocked, as Nina's slender shoulders passed inside of her.

After a pause the dragon woman's head whipped around, glaring maniacally. "More. Give me more. She can hold her breath, give me more!"

He put more weight onto Morgana's tail with no noticeable strain from her and shoved himself into Nina again. She inched past her shoulders to her biceps inside Morgana. The Dean hunkered herself down and pushed down onto her trapped secretary, sliding her further in. Nina's blowholes opened wide as she took a massive breath. Then they were gone, her body in up to her elbows. Terry didn't stop hammering her in further until it was finally too much.

The girl's body was constantly taut, her inner walls spasming wildly as Terry let go and came. He shoved his hand back into her rear entrance and grabbed his own dick from inside her as well as he could. She shuddered and shook, soaking his legs with her excitement. He was thrust as deeply as he possibly could be, his other hand on her hip which was nearly swallowed by the monstrous woman growling in a language he couldn't name.

He slid out of her, finding her clinging to him as tenaciously on the way out as ever. He watched as Morgana's ass flexed, flaring, then tightening. Nina slid further in. Soon her little butt was gone, her tail sticking out between her thighs. Flex, flare, tighten. Nina's thighs. Flex, flare, tighten. Nina's knees. Flex, flare--three orgasms worth of Nina's juices flooding out--tighten. Nina was gone to her ankles, the little flukes on her long tail poking out as well.

Then Morgana was turning, faster than he thought possible. She swept the two chairs in front of her desk towards the door and flung the long rug with them as she knelt in her secretary's puddle, now growing from the additions from within Morgana. She pushed him down with frightening ease.

The whole time she rearranged the room she'd had a large thumb over the only slightly smaller opening at the head of her beastly member. She removed her thumb now and held her cock over him. He fully expected to be blasted.

She growled, long and low. First it dribbled, huge, fat, thick gobs of spunk splashed onto his legs. He watched the urethral chamber distend as another thick wad made its way up her manhood and flowed out over him. He also noticed a large bulge in her stomach where she was rubbing it lovingly as she came on him. Her third shot spurted out a little more, with a long, low pressure jet that caked him from his forehead to his waist. Despite his best efforts, it made its way into his mouth as he awkwardly gasped for more breath. He thought he might drown if it got any more powerful, but it went back to dribbling with the occasional rush of thick, heavy cream.

It was one of the sweetest, most oddly delicious things he'd ever tasted. It clung to his mouth almost like peanut butter, though it wasn't quite as stubborn. He made sure more of the viscous stuff landed in his mouth as it poured out of her in a constant stream between the gobs her balls pumped out.

He lay in a mild state of euphoria, his mind blank, for an indeterminate time as the nectar worked inside him, warming his blood. He finally came back to reality as he realized Nina's dainty black feet and flukes were dangling prettily above him. He sat up as Morgana relinquished her hold on her employee. Nina slid out slowly into his arms--limply--and at first he was afraid she had asphyxiated. Then, as he cradled her amid a last gush of her ejaculate from inside Morgana, he noticed her breathing very slowly. She was exhausted, not dead.

The Dean turned back around with a sigh and settled back on her haunches, her tail supporting her as she looked down at her sex covered partners.

"What do you think, Terrance? Do you still believe it was a mistake, your being here?"

He looked down at Nina as she slowly shifted back into her human form, still unconscious. She was just as slight, her pert little breasts regaining their pale pink hue along with the rest of her. Her tail was the last to fully retreat. Her skin was still slick, but so was his, now.

Terry looked back up at Morgana. "I really, really like it here in Inner Springs."

The dragon's smile came again. "Good. We're not done here."

His eyes widened as she began stroking her quickly hardening cock.