Musing on Personal Fantasies
Story by draconicon on SoFurry
The beginning of a hazing series where a young woman is bound to a Muse, one of daydream and erotic fantasy, and is pushed to her utter limits. Shy girl, meet naughty world.
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[b][u][center]Musing on Personal Fantasies[/center][/u][/b]
[b][u][center]For A-lycotonum[/center][/u][/b]
[b][u][center]By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
Caelia Leontina stood outside the sorority house, still blinking and trying to clear her eyes from the ritual that officially started the hazing week. Her skin felt prickly, even tingly, and she could feel her hair was still not quite able to settle back on her scalp. The air on the edge of the Arcanamirium was harsh, brushing by with a greater force and seemingly with more brittleness to it than the usual gusts, carrying more droplets of water with it -
No. That wasn’t what was happening. She was just hyper-sensitive, something that the full sisters of the sorority house had said would pass...in time…
She hoped that they weren’t lying to her.
The world was slowly coming back into focus, and as she looked at the cobblestones that made up the paths that connected the different outbuildings of the Arcanamirium with the city of Absalom proper, she could feel something else. Something looming over her shoulder. Something...talkative.
“Mmmm, it’s so good to be part of the world again,” a soft, almost unctuous feminine voice said, like it was oozing with some sort of liquid pleasure. “My, my, my, but things are different from when I last was out. No more fire elementals to light the way at night?”
“No, that, um, that stopped about a century and a half ago,” Caelia muttered, not quite brave enough to look over her shoulder. “So, you’re, um, finally awake.”
“Mmmm, yes. And my, my, my, I have to say. This is going to be a fun week. Particularly with someone like...you…”
She shivered as she felt delicate digits running along the back of her neck, unable to stop herself from imagining being in bed with this other person, with this other woman. The images popped into her head and they just wouldn’t stop, flowing from being on her side, another person’s arms around her to being tied up with her arms and legs behind her, going further to -
“Nnngh!”
Caelia took a step forward, breaking the touch, blushing up a storm as the images started growing more extreme. Without the touch, though, they seemed to slow down, even stop, and she was able to take a breath without risking a moan. She turned around, shaking her head.
“You...you...you…”
“Hmm, hmm, yes.”
The speaker was a woman, alright, her skin darker than the chocolate that the city imported from across the sea, her hair tight to her head but braided back in long rows, tight to the skull. She had eyes that seemed to melt with the color of gold, and her cheeks were high and sharp, her nose small and lifted. When she chuckled, her lips seemed to push together, forming a full shape that promised to leave marks from a kiss.
Dressed in gold and crimson, the other woman descended the stairs of the sorority house, cupping her cheek and patting it.
“Me.”
“Mmmph...I thought you were supposed to be a -”
“A muse? Oh, but I am.”
“But you’re acting like...Mmmph…”
There was something in the almost-condescending way that her cheek was being cupped that made her feel so tiny, so small, so powerless compared to the other, glorious, gleaming woman before her. Particularly as her ‘partner’ for the week chuckled, kissing her on the nose.
“I’m acting like me. I am the least known of the muses, perhaps, but I am the most worshiped. ‘Oh god,’ they call for me. ‘Yes, more’, they beg of me. ‘I’m almost there’, they cry.”
[i]Oh, shit.[/i]
“And when they shiver, when they tremble, when they are begging for the thoughts and actions and beautiful ideas that will take them the rest of the way...I come and give them...ideas…”
A soft kiss followed, and Caelia groaned, her eyes closing tight at the fantasies that filled her. To strip off her dress right then and there, to throw it to the ground and stomp on it, to ignore the fact that she would be naked beneath it and run through the academy. She’d end up humiliated, showing her freckled face and soft skin to everyone in the place, but -
The fantasy changed, showing her walking naked on the walls about the north side of the school, of putting one foot in front of the other, flaunting her body, showing it off with the confidence of a high-wire artist in their flamboyant costumes. She saw herself standing on her tiptoes, pointing her other foot down to the audience, and she even felt her juices flowing in the fantasy.
Except that it was no longer fantasy alone.
Caelia gasped as she pulled back again, shivering, her eyes wide as she felt her panties pulling tight to her crotch. The sensation of that warmth down there, the tightness, the slickness, was almost enough to make her whimper.
Almost. She managed to pull it back at the last second, but her cheeks still burned as she glared at the muse.
“What...what is your name?” she managed to ask.
“Oh, mostly ‘god’ or ‘goddess.’”
“You have to have your own name, though.”
“Not quite. I am hardly famous enough for that, nor am I one of the Great Muses. Merely my own creative self, finding my niche.”
“And your niche is -”
“Creative fantasies of the everyman.”
“...You mean...gratuitous gratification.”
“Oh, if you [i]must[/i] call it that, I suppose, but truly, where else can you find such inventiveness, such impossible fantasies as the way that we wish for pleasure?” the dark woman asked, flowing around her almost like water as she seemed to dance on bare feet across the stones. “We are but flimsy things, dreams on the stage that the gods have created. Why should we not let the imagination fly, for it is only in that realm where we may rival the gods themselves with our creativity.”
Caelia didn’t know what to say to that, but she knew better than to stay out in public. This was Hazing Week, after all, and while she’d thought that she’d been lucky not to get a demon, she was starting to think that she might have gotten the short end of the stick after all. She tried to take a step away -
“Ah!”
The muse caught her by the ear, holding her in place. Caelia yelped, pulled up on tiptoe in her boots.
“Mmmph! What the hell?”
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Somewhere less public than this.”
“And why would you do that? After all, every show deserves its audience.”
The slight sweat that she’d started feeling after the first kiss? That had since turned into a pouring flood coming down her forehead, running down her back and between her breasts. Her eyes flicked over the crowd, seeing other students besides the sorority sisters making their way from the outbuildings. The academy had its own bars, its own libraries, everything that the students might need for entertainment, but she knew better than to think that she’d get that sort of privacy. She needed something, needed -
“AH!”
Caelia could not have thanked the gods more for the girl further down the path that suddenly exploded into flame. The fire elemental that she had to carry for Hazing Week had just had a spontaneous combustion, and it had stripped her of all her clothes. Every eye on the path turned to her, and that gave the flustered young woman the opportunity that she’d been needing.
She was gone before one could ask where she’d gone.
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Slam!
Caelia threw herself from the door to the bed, landing on it and sliding under her covers. She wrapped the blankets around her in a giant cocoon, disregarding the discomfort of being in a dress and doing such a thing. It was better to be in that than to be out there, just waiting for her muse to strip her down.
That was part of Hazing Week. To get into the sorority, you had to submit to the wishes of an outsider for that week. One ended up being bound to something - anything from demons to angels, devils to devas, and all other elemental things in-between - and were completely subservient to their wishes. All corruption was reversed at the end of that, of course, and there was a certain lack of shame…
But that hadn’t exactly kicked in for her, just yet.
“Mmmph…”
“I have to say, you’re one of the least participatory actors that I’ve ever had to work with.”
“GAH!”
Caelia almost rolled right off her bed, saved by a finger against her shoulder as she teetered on the edge. She poked her head out of the blanket burrito that she had wrapped herself in, blushing worse as she looked up at the well-dressed, yet somehow taunting, woman.
“Stupid magic binding…”
“What’s the matter, hmm? Are you that afraid of being the star that stole the hearts of so many men?”
“I’d prefer to be an extra, if I have to be there at all.”
“Ah, one of the shy ones, hmm?”
“...Maybe?”
“We’ll have to break that stage fright. And I know just the way to do it. But first, let’s shake you out of these...ugly things…”
Caelia yelped as the blanket went spinning, sending her flying across the room and right into the wall. Not hard, thankfully, since it was only a few feet away, but she still grunted as she slammed into it.
“And this dress. [i]Hardly[/i] accentuating the features that we need to keep the audience’s eyes on. Barely a neckline, and certainly nothing to show off your hips. No, no, it all has to go.”
Snap. A simple click of the fingers, and her dress - and the underthings beneath it - were dismissed from existence. Caelia yelped, reaching down, covering her sex -
“No, no. Let me see what I'm working with, dear. I must be...inspired…”
The muse’s head tilted back as she gestured with her fingers, golden light wrapping around Caelia’s wrists as her hands were pulled off to the side. The dark-skinned muse leaned in, stroking her hand along the college girl’s cheek, then down along her neck.
“Fine and supple flesh, if a bit spotted. Yet, that’s beautiful; it speaks of sunspots, of gentle gems that burn across the flesh...yes, that would be a marvelous look, of topaz and rubies along your body, lines of shining, fiery gems to catch the eye and hold it as the men and women look upon you…
“And your breasts, a bit small, yes, but no less fine for that. Nipples with dark flesh, standing out tall and strong - oh, yes, eager little things, aren’t they?”
The soft pinches of the muse’s fingers didn’t help that in the slightest, particularly as she yelped from the sudden tightness around them. Her already-damp sex only got wetter the more that she was played with, and her cheeks burned hotter still as she felt those hands running down along her sides and stomach.
“A little bit of extra curves here, but since when is a bigger lady ugly? Never, in my eyes; she just takes it better.”
“Mmmph...what are you going to do to me?”
“Do to you? Oh, my Caelia.”
[i]Her[/i] Caelia. That sent a shiver down her spine, and an unfortunate twitch down below.
“I’m going to make you the most beautiful woman on campus. I'm going to show off a beauty that no other girl could understand...and I’m going to make you the fantasy that nobody will ever be able to fulfill with [i]anyone[/i] else. You are going to tell a story, dear. A story that nobody will be able to forget, a story of sound and sight, of taste and smell and touch, a story that will resound with the pleasurable moans of memory for [i]decades[/i] to come.”
“Why me?”
“Dear, the question should never be ‘why me’. It should always be ‘why not me?’ To ask why you should be good enough for it is to believe that you will always fail. But trust me, my Caelia.”
There it was again, the slightly possessive note to her name, the gentle stroke to her neck that flooded her with a feeling that she couldn’t quite name. It didn’t get better as the muse gently stroked between her legs, too, tickling her clit and sex.
“My Caelia, my dear, sensual Caelia. I have a thousand stories to tell, a million fantasies to give shape and structure to. And you, my dear, will be my canvas, my star, my stage upon which they play out…”
The muse leaned in and kissed her lips, and Caelia moaned softly.
“And all the world will be your fellow players…”
[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]