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A Treasure of Time

Epilogue

For Nataraj

By Draconicon

Maeve took a deep breath as she stood in line with the rest of the graduates from the Academy of the Written Soul's lower classes. The hippo knew that there was nothing to worry about. All she had to do was take a short walk up to the platform, demonstrate a bit of magic, and receive her diploma. It wasn't like the next, more advanced classes were all dependent on her doing an amazing spell before getting the parchment scroll or anything, nor was it dependent on her looking amazing.

Even if they did tell me I did...

The hippo blushed, rubbing her cheeks as she tried not to fidget too much in line. She was already getting glances from some of the other students, and not just from being unable to stand still. She was, after all, the local freak.

Maeve hadn't really liked that label when she first arrived. Despite everything that Salla and his crew had done to make sure that she had a backstory and she knew how the world worked, there was always that feeling of being in a foreign country, and despite her best efforts, there were still people that picked up on the fact that she wasn't from around there. They never clicked to the fact that she wasn't from this world, but they were always aware of her not being 'local' the way that they were.

She had eventually gotten over that, but it had meant that there were a few weeks at the beginning of her scholarly career locked in her quarters and spending a fair bit of time with her face in her pillow.

However, after that, things started to change for the better. Weeks, then months passed in the academy, and little by little, she earned her way here.

More than earned. More than earned, she reminded herself, blushing as she remembered how Olag had beaten her over the head with the reminder that she had applied herself, that this wasn't luck. Even though some of the teachers had offered her the chance to sleep with them if she wanted to earn some extra credit...

She blushed worse, remembering that. She could still see the faces that they made when she turned them down, but thanked them for the compliment. Maeve was pretty sure that none of them had ever had an offer treated like that.

The hippo rubbed the back of her head, still getting used to the fact that she was both the shortest and the curviest of the various students of her year. Most of them were at least a foot taller than her, and those that were less still towered over her by a good six inches. The other females had their roundness, particularly the mare at the head of the line, but none of them matched the bounce that she had.

Maeve blushed a bit as she pulled down the back of her robe, making sure that it fit down towards her ankles rather than being pulled up towards her knees. Her thick hips and thighs meant that it was hard for it to settle properly, and she was pretty sure that the white cloth was fitting all too tightly over her ass cheeks.

Just going to have to deal with it...

The hippo shifted from foot to foot, looking around the other students and towards the door at the far end of the empty, black hallway. There was no sound carried down to them from the main gathering hall, but the ceremony had to have started by now, surely. Why were they still -

Calm down.

Maeve almost jumped out of her skin at the mouse's voice, blushing worse as she had to keep from looking up and down the hallway to find him. That was telepathy, or at least, something like it. As far as she knew, Salla didn't actually have magic, but he had enough different gadgets to more than make up the difference.

How did you...

We never took the implant out. It's easy enough to talk to you at a distance if I want to.

Oh, good. Um...what's going on?

The master of ceremonies is arguing with me about having the whole crew here. We're in the middle of negotiating how many get to stay.

W-what? You all came?

Well, half. The ones that knew of you. And the ones that saw you strutting your ass down the corridors after your first full change.

Maeve didn't know if her cheeks could get much redder - well, purple-er, with her new coloration - but they were definitely trying. She pulled the edge of her robes up, half-hiding her head in them.

Oh, god, they still remember that?

They do, they do. And they are hoping to see a good show when you come out.

They're going to be disappointed. I'm not going to do anything naughty at graduation.

Oh, you don't have to. I've already taken care of it.

What? Salla. Salla, what did you do?

See you in a minute. Back to negotiating.

Salla!

There was no answer, and the hippo had to bite her lips to keep from whimpering in sudden anxiety. Oh, as if this wasn't going to be difficult enough, now the mouse had to have her worried about what was going to happen on-stage. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck...

Finally, there was a ding at the end of the hall, and she saw the lights going on. The ceremony was finally underway.

The lined moved slowly, no more than one student every three minutes. They were limited to that much time on the stage to keep things moving quickly so that every one of them got their diploma and were able to join the crowd, but it still felt too fast for Maeve. Her mind was racing, wondering what was going to happen next, who would be waiting out there for her.

Oh god, oh god, oh god...

She was even losing her grip on her sandals, her entire body sweating, but particularly her feet. It was like she had broken into a complete nervous attack, and she couldn't stop herself. More than once, she had to stop, grab her sandal when it slipped off, and jam it back onto her foot. The students behind her grumped, and she kept apologizing, hoping that they weren't getting that upset.

Another step, and then another, closer and closer until she was the next one up. She looked at the little light spell by the curtain, knowing that it was just a walk, knowing that it was one demonstration, but she was so sure that she was going to fuck it up that the hippo almost turned and ran away right then and there. The only thing that kept her feet planted on the ground was the realization that there were people waiting for her out there, people that cared, people that had come a long way to see her walk.

Just once...you can do this just once...and...and it might not be that bad.

The light clicked over, and Maeve forced herself forward, stepping through the silk curtains. She emerged into the great hall, standing at the far end of it, looking down the aisle between the crowds. Floating balls of fire lit up the pathway, and arches of water loomed over the path. The earth rolled and cracked down the aisle, and the air swished and rolled and spun in ways that lifted the fur and made everything look more ethereal.

It was a beautiful combination of spells, a way of reminding everyone of the magics that were learned there. However...Maeve had taken it further than that, and had learned something beyond just the elemental spells.

Just one quick...no, two quick snips...

The hippo stepped forward, raising her arms. The white robes fluttered around her as the air caught her sleeves, and she took a deep breath as she walked down the path. The earth lifted her feet up a bit, carrying her down like a makeshift escalator. She waited until all eyes were on her...

And then cut the spells.

It was a simple disenchantment, a spell-breaker that she had learned early in her lessons. Most such spells were used to break your own castings when they got out of control, used to make sure that others were safe. Most people didn't have the strength of will to overcome the spells of another person.

Maeve, however, was rather gifted with that sort of spell-breaking. Very, very gifted. As a result, it was easy for her to cut the spells of earth and water around her, demonstrating her power by making the arches collapse and the earth go still. It was meant to be a display of pure power, something different, something that nobody else in the graduating class would have been able to do.

It was that, alright. It was also a shortcut to a wet t-shirt contest, as the water fell on her white robes and soaked them to her skin, almost turning them completely transparent in the process.

Oh fuck...oh, FUCK...

With any other robe, the hippo would have been fine. Yes, it would have been a bit embarrassing to walk down the aisles with her clothes clinging to her, but there would have been nothing to worry about as the whooshing air spells and the warm fire slowly dried her out on the way to the podium. In white robes, however...

Even she could see the soft, leathery purple flesh beneath it, could see her nipples standing out from the cold, could see just how wide her rump was in her clothes. The only reason that her dick wasn't completely on display was because she'd given it an amateur tucking between her thighs, pulling it back so that it didn't spring up in the middle of the presentation. She thanked her lucky stars that she'd done that because if that had still been out...

God, she didn't know if she would have been able to stand that sort of humiliation.

The hippo kept walking, unable to stop, even though she could feel the eyes of every man, woman, and other in the audience. Her cheeks burned hotter than ever, and she swore that the water was burning off her face from just how hot the blush was.

God...damn...it...

She reached the front row surprisingly quickly, and she saw them. The pirate crew had turned to face her, with Salla at the seat nearest the aisle, and big-old-Olag right beside him. The mouse didn't show anything behind his mask, but the bear arched an eyebrow before smirking and winking at her.

Oh god...

Her old lizard self would have been perfectly happy with this sort of arrangement, she was sure. Hell, he might have made it happen on purpose. But this...this wasn't her thing, not in the same way.

And so, she walked with true, pure embarrassment onto the main stage, knowing that her hips, her ass, her breasts were on display to everyone. Despite the erotic enjoyment of showing off that remained, the humiliation was there, too.

Oh god, everyone can see me, everyone can see my breasts, they're going to be jerking off to me tonight, and -

That didn't help. As soon as she thought about the crowd jerking off to her, her cock started twitching between her thighs. She clenched her legs together, turning it from a simple walk to more of a Morticia shuffle. The hippo wiggled her way down the path, over to the steps up to the stage, and then took them slowly, step by step, inch by inch.

The crowd watched her the whole time, and she wasn't sure what they were thinking as she made her walk of shame. She did know that there were boners in the crowd, and that was both flattering and all the more embarrassing.

She forced herself to look at the head of the school, the owl archmage that was waiting for her at the middle of the stage. The hippo shuffle-shimmied over to him, clearing her throat as she did. With every step, she felt the eyes of the crowd gluing themselves to her ass, and she prayed with every fiber of her being that the robe would just dry out already. She had to be blushing hot enough to dry out at least the stuff close to her face.

The headmaster didn't say anything as she approached, and Maeve was almost expecting him to rip her diploma in two right then and there. She'd gotten flustered, done something stupid by cutting the spells for the water arches rather than for the wind, and it had screwed her over. She was an idiot, she should -

"I have to admit, I have never seen a student with the capability of completely shutting down one of our teachers' spells. You have done very well, Maeve."

Done...well?

The hippo almost couldn't believe what she was hearing, nor did she quite believe it when she felt the diploma pressed into her hand. She looked down at it, then back at the owl, as if she was seeing something out of a dream rather than something from reality. Maeve tried to shake her head, but the owl just smiled, gesturing for her to come forward. The obedient part of her followed the order, and didn't realize what she was doing until she was looking down at the crowd, facing them with a single lectern between her and them...and her breasts flowing over that, for that matter.

Oh...right...speech...

She had planned to make one, short, quick, and to the point, but right at that moment, nothing appealed to her more than getting the hell off the stage and away from the rest of the school. She was as good as naked, her nipples hardening, and her cock slowly stiffening between her thighs. Clenching her legs together tighter than ever, she opened her mouth...and lost her place.

"I..."

Oh god, get me out, get me out, get me OUT of here!

Well, you do have a fine band of pirates to help with that.

Salla clicked his staff against the floor, and a burst of purple light filled the air. Maeve felt her feet leave the stage, followed by a series of explosions going off. Harmless smoke bombs, she realized after a split second, but most of the other teachers were reacting as if there was an attack on.

She felt someone grab her around the middle, then realized that it was Olag. The hippo heaved a sigh of relief as she was dragged out of the room and pulled out of sight, and clenched her diploma tight to her chest all the while.

#

They retreated to a bought-out inn a few miles off, and the hippo sighed as she sat at a giant table with the mouse, Olag, and quite a few other pirates around. They'd even found her a new robe, one that was a dark red rather than white, just in case she started sweating. She liked that; it felt a bit more concealing and less immediately...revealing.

It wasn't perfect, but she was more covered-up than she had been at the ceremony, and that was all that she cared about right then. She reached for a bit of chicken simmered in a spicy stew, only for Olag to push the plate of it right in front of her. Maeve turned, looking up at him, and the big, near-naked polar bear chuckled.

"Eat up. You're gonna need strength tonight."

"Um...am I?"

"Ya keep saying ya want me to take that last step. Tonight, we fuck."

"...meep."

Busying herself with eating the chicken so she didn't have to look the bear in the face, Maeve forced herself to just take in the sounds of the party. Everywhere, people were talking about her. Admittedly, most of the pirates were talking about how hot she'd looked in the robe, how that was a lot better than Salla's plans, but there were some that mentioned how they never thought she'd get this far.

She heard that mostly from the stallion siblings, the one that had completed her mission to Atlantis. As far as she'd known, the whole thing had gone well enough, though Salla had never gotten the island leashed the way that he'd wanted to. Instead, the siblings and Olag had done something to knock it back to the bottom of the sea - saving most of the people involved - and had put the artifact responsible somewhere safe.

The stallions, however, had learned a few things, and she blushed as she overheard them talking.

"Fucking hell, how did that girl handle the orcs?"

"They were freaks, weren't they?"

"Freaks, and big. Olag said that she took them all, though? On her own?"

"Yep. And then made them beg for mercy."

"I heard that she was going to be a sacrifice."

"Yeah, because they couldn't handle her. Fucking hell, we all had to go hard with them, and it was barely enough. How did she do that all by herself?"

Maeve smiled slightly, despite herself. She took more of the food from the pile, stuffing her face with some bread to keep from having to talk.

Then, Olag grabbed her ass.

The hippo sat bolt upright, and a bread roll went flying out of her hand and right into a passing server's head. She yelped, blushing, almost shouting 'sorry' until Olag stuffed a piece of chicken in her mouth again.

"Ya need to calm down, girl," he muttered. "What, ya ain't used to that anymore?"

"Well, um, no," she said, rubbing the back of her head. "I've, um, been a bit of a...a virgin since coming here..."

"What, ya mean...nothing?"

"Well, almost...I mean...there was that...there was a guy I, um...I paid, so he'd keep quiet..."

"But that's just one guy, and sucking him...that's all ya did?"

"Well, um, uh, um..."

She blushed worse, pulling her robe up over the bottom of her face. All of a sudden, she was all too aware of the mouse staring at her from across the table, and the way that his ears were flicked in her direction. Maeve groaned, covering her eyes and head.

"Can we go somewhere private?"

"Yeah, sure. The boss's got some presents for ya, but we can put those under your bed for later, if we run outta time."

"Please..."

The bear nodded, getting to his feet. Maeve did the same, but no sooner had she put her feet on the floor than Olag's big, white-furred hand was right on her ass, rubbing it through her robe and almost pulling the hem of it up to the bottom of her ass. She yelped at the sheer humiliation of the near exposure, slapping his hand.

It didn't do a damn thing, of course.

They walked around the table, and the whole way to the stairs, she could feel her ass wobbling against the bear's hand, and she knew that he was taking a great deal of pleasure in her embarrassment and arousal alike. Her cheeks were burning hotter than they had in a long time, but this time, the embarrassment had a solid anchor of arousal to cling to. She wanted this, had wanted it again for a while, and now, she wasn't getting a chance. She had to deliver, and Olag was going to make sure that she didn't back out of it.

They reached the top floor shortly after, her ass cheeks clenched tightly together, her cock pulling at the remains of the string that had held it back. She groaned under her breath, feeling it throbbing against the fraying thing. As soon as they reached her room at the back of the hall, she gestured for Olag to go ahead, saying that she needed to do something real quick.

Shutting the door as the bear sat down, she reached behind her back, around her hip. Wiggling her fingers around her ass cheeks, she reached down and pulled at the string. Her cock swung down and up, tenting the front of her robe right off the bat. Almost against her will, she moaned.

"Oh, god, that feels better."

"Ya look better that way."

"Tell that to the headmaster - oh, god, actually, don't."

"Heh, afraid he'd make you do a naked walk like graduation every day if he found out you liked it?"

"I...um...Not sure if, uh, afraid is the right word..."

"Hehehe. Still a perv deep down inside, huh?"

"Mmmph..."

"So, what else did you do to the guy ya paid?" Olag asked, swinging one leg up and over his lap. "Guessing it wasn't just paying him to fuck ya, if yer this embarrassed."

"No, um...it was a bit, uh, more than that," she said, rubbing the back of her head as her cock throbbed at the memory. "I, um, paid him, uh, to...to let me, uh...experiment with him..."

"Heh, what kind?"

"Um...foot licking...seeing if I still liked it...and then, um...worshiping...and..." She tapped her fingers together. "Transforming...well, enhancing, but...still...growth."

Olag chuckled again, but the way that he pushed his loincloth to the side made it clear that he was enjoying what he was hearing, so at least there was that. She rubbed the back of her neck, trying to figure out how to push it further, how to move from her embarrassing story to actually having fun with him, but her brain was blank. All she could think about was how perverted she must have sounded, hiring a whore not to fuck, but to have him fuck her, and to do all that with, and -

"So, little miss slut likes it under people's feet still, huh?"

And the polar bear had to hit that button hard. The hippo whimpered, her cock throbbing, her nipples hard enough to see through her robe. She looked up just in time to see the bear shifting his position, holding out one thick leg to her, showing off his black, shiny sole.

"Get over here, then. I wanna see just how my foot compares to that fuck-boy."

"Mmmph...really?"

"Yeah. Get over here."

The hippo couldn't deny the order, no matter how shy she was. She fell to her knees, her face feeling like it was going to burn right off. She leaned her face into that broad sole, rubbing her cheeks against the soft, sweaty underside. The smell was thicker than she was used to, definitely better than the rat that she had hired. The fact that his feet were broad, too, rather than just long, was a massive plus in her book.

As she dragged her face up and down along the bottom of his foot, she moaned at the heady musk that came with it. Her eyes rolled back as the scent started sinking into her skin, ever so slightly more sour than some of the men that she had been with in the past, but so very uniquely the bear. She moaned, groping herself through her robe before she even realized that she was doing it.

"Heh, you like my foot that much, girl?" the bear grunted. "Looks like you're getting to be a big ol' foot slut for this bear."

Maeve groaned, looking up at him to see that his cock was out, that it was hard as a rock. Black and shiny, the tip oozing pre-cum and adding to the smell in the air. The idea of that fat thing plundering her was a tease and a half, but she still wanted it.

She wanted it more than she had really expected, as a matter of fact.

Before she could reach for it, however, the bear brought his other foot off the ground, grinding it against her cheek. The hippo gasped as she was sandwiched between the bear's sweaty black soles, the undersides grinding against her by an inch or two from time to time. The pressure of those soles on her face only served to push her further and further down in submission, wanting the feeling of them against her more and more. She moaned, gripping at his ankles, humping the air.

"Heh, ya want more, girl?" Olag asked. "You want a taste of this fat dick before I shove it between those big cheeks of yers?"

"Mmmph...please...god, you smell good..."

"Come here, then, ya little foot-slut."

The bear's feet pulled on either side of her face, the pressure that they put down on the hippo's cheeks enough to keep her moving whether she wanted to or not. And she wanted to, for sure. Her nostrils pressed against his balls, and she moaned as he kept her pinned between his feet, slowly dragging her face up along his sac. His scent rested against her skin, soaking in, and it felt amazing.

It didn't take long before her nose was right against the bear's cock, and she shivered as she finally got the chance to get a hit of it again. That thick musk was just as good as she remembered from the night on the island. Not as good as his foot musk, but more than good enough for her. She moaned as she rolled her head to the side, lapping along the side of his cock, sucking down the pre-cum already dribbling from the tip.

The rigid shaft slid past her lips not long after, and the hippo gagged softly as she went down to the base. God, that was different than a toy; not that she'd had many, but she'd tried to keep a few around, when she could use them for practice without feeling utterly embarrassed about how needy she was. This, though? This was so much better, from the pulsing warmth that came from the shaft itself to the thick, heavy, warm flow of pre-cum that was already running down her throat.

Maeve moaned, her eyes rolling back happily as they half-closed. The bear chuckled.

"Fuck, ya needed this bad. Alright, girl. Let's see just how well you can take it..."

It couldn't have been easy for him, but Olag used his legs to guide her up and down his cock rather than his hands. He had to shift around on her bed to make it happen, but he did it, regardless. Forward, back, forward, back, each time pulling her right down to the base of his dick. Her nose was filled with the smell of his cock, his balls, that sweaty fur down there, and his feet. Oh, god, that foot musk was just streaking through everything, and the hippo's cock throbbed up against her belly, smacking against it again and again.

She almost felt like she was in a trance as he gently face-fucked her, making her deep-throat his dick every single time. Maeve loved it.

She didn't even have to touch her dick, and she still felt like she was on the verge of cumming. Her eyes were rolled back in their sockets, her hands were up on her breasts, groping them and squeezing them, and she was swallowing so hard -

And then Olag pushed her back. Not hard, but enough for him to pop his dick out of her throat. She gasped, coughing.

"Wh...what's wrong?" she panted.

"Nothing. I just want that ass. Now."

Maeve didn't even think about it. She was so horned up that she would have taken anything at that point, and the fact that Olag was stating it so firmly so authoritatively, had her squirming like a good little bitch, turning around and going face-down, ass-up for him.

The polar bear rested his foot against her ass cheek, and she swore that he was leaving a wet footprint on her as he pushed her robe off. The feeling of a wet sole against her skin was enough to keep her motor running, and then some.

"Heh...ya know what, girl?"

"Mmmph?"

"I got a thing for big girls..." He slapped her ass. "So...why don't you get these cheeks even bigger with that magic of yours..."

"Mmmmph?!"

"I want to see those cheeks clap. Hard. I wanna hear you screaming every time I jam my dick past 'em." He parted her ass cheeks with his feet, and she shivered as she felt a cool breeze against her pucker. "You were just swallowing my dick. You know I got the inches. Now..."

SMACK!

Maeve moaned, shivering as her ass cheeks clapped together.

"Grow 'em..."

The hippo panted, nodding, reaching back and spreading her ass cheeks herself. The words of magic came to her lips and to her fingers, and she drew and spoke them at the same time. The tingling feeling of impending growth flooded down her fingers, and she felt her ass cheeks jiggling already, filling out and puffing up against her palms.

Olag slapped his cock against her asshole, the tip wet and almost slimy with her spit and his pre. He chuckled, and she shivered as he ground between her swelling cheeks. His balls bumped hers, and she bit her lips, moaning under her breath.

"Big-assed girls are the best..."

#

Maeve woke up the next day with a letter on the nightstand and a slimy feeling both between her ass cheeks and on the bottom of her feet. It was a new, different, kind of weird feeling, but it was still there, still...kind of pleasant.

The memories of the night before lingered, leaving her feeling all kinds of happy and floaty. She remembered growing her ass out until it was too big to fit through the door, getting pinned to the ground and threatened with being thrown through the door, trapped there so that everyone could see her being fucked. She remembered Olag shoving her up against the darkened window, knowing that no one could see her, but nonetheless half-worried that someone would look up...and half-hoping someone would.

She remembered the feeling of hot cum shooting into her ass, the bear pulling out at the last second and shooting the rest of his load over her feet. That must be what she was feeling then, the sensation of his seed still on her soles, still kind of wet as it mixed with her sweat, strung between her toes.

Heh...he marked me...

It was a silly thought, but still kinda hot in its own way. And Maeve would be the first to admit that there were far worse things than to be the bear's bitch.

She groaned as she slowly sat up, only to yelp as she felt the slimy feeling between her ass cheeks suddenly get much, much stronger. It was oozing right out of her ass, too, running right down into -

"Oh god, oh god."

It wasn't even her bed, and she still felt utterly embarrassed about leaving it messy. She shook her head, covering her asshole with one hand to try and keep it in, all while flailing around for some sort of explanation.

The letter. Yes, the letter on the nightstand. That'd be good. She grabbed for it, unrolling it to give it a read.

_Hey, Big Girl, _

Sorry that I couldn't stick around for the morning, but the boss said that we had to keep moving. Something about chasing after the golem of El Dorado or something. Tatyana said that it's conductive to multi-verse energy or some shit, so we're chasing after it before it fucks something up past fixing.

Hope ya like the marks I left on your feet and your ass, heh. You look hot as fuck the way you do now, so if you end up slutting it up a bit with some of the other guys - or girls - out at the Academy, ain't gonna get upset. Just make sure that I get a crack at that ass when I'm around so I can keep reminding you how much better I am.

By the way, better find your way back to the Academy pretty quick. Think your profs thought we were kidnapping ya. There was some sort of rescue operation going when we were wrapping up this morning, so they probably got worried.

See ya,

Olag

"Rescue operation?"

BANG!

And that was how Maeve was 'rescued,' discovered with a polar bear's cum all over her feet, a creampie leaking around her fingers, and a story that would never, ever be forgotten.

The End

Summary: A time skip to Maeve's graduation, and a bit of fun afterward.

Tags: M/S, Male/Shemale, creampie, anal, magic, white t-shirt, magic, series, academy, lizard, polar bear, Olag, foot fetish, musk, oral, blowjob, messy,