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Lilian waited anxiously at the train station. Around her, reality had warped, or at least from her perspective it looked a little lopsided. The station for her destination was halfway between two of the more mundane ones, far enough in a different dimension that the crowds of the station wandered right through the space she occupied without seeing any of it. Every now and then someone walked through Lilian's spotty form, which felt more like a stiff breeze than anything. A few others like her had already shown up; more future students for the Grand Academy,

The academy wasn't an average place, as one might surmise from the fact that the students awaited their ride in a shattered-glass reflection of a dimension just alongside the real one. Instead, their focus was on magic. The mystical forces that coursed all throughout reality, shaping it as surely as a sculpturer's chisel, yet unseen to the average eyes.

There were many more such places, of course. The Grand Academy, however, had its own agenda. A political one, Lilian had heard others whisper. Something about rejecting any notion of bodily autonomy, and furthermore, allowing students to practice their spells on each other. They were seen as a very radical seat of learning, and not only for the best and brightest minds, but they also happened to be open to everyone._Many others existed in the country, certainly, but none were public knowledge among the magically gifted the way "The Grand" was. As far as Lilian knew, they were rather _selective. With that, they meant nepotist. Only students from established magical - and rich - families were considered most of the time. The Grand, though, took everyone willing to follow their unique culture. That had, in the end, driven her to apply to study there, as nervous as the young cheetah was about their rather strange culture.

The train arrived soon enough. It was a half-ethereal patchwork construct. Sometimes, the normal passengers at the station complained about ghostly train whistles and hearing the tracks rumble when no trains were arriving. The authorities had no explanation, but the students here now knew that it was the Trans-Realm Express that Lilian was set to board. It rumbled onto the station as quietly as a cat, today, perhaps in a good mood. Heat radiated from the magical construct where it intersected with a real train already at the station.

Stepping onboard felt a little like forcing a sleeping limb to wake up; though in a different dimension, she felt a queer pressure between her ears as she forced herself to walk through the physical train and onto the metaphysical one she'd be riding. So far, it was more or less what she expected, except that the train felt a lot more eager to receive passengers than most. Around her, the other new students shuffled and squirmed, trying to find comfortable positions on the magic-leather seats. Some struggled to breathe, feeling enveloped and constrained by the metal of the physical train around them.

"Close your eyes," Lilian advised them. She was a beginner as well, yes, but at the same time, she had practiced basic magic and dimension-hopping on her own. The worst thing one could do was _acknowledge_another reality. Though it'd never directly harm you, the body could easily be convinced to panic seeing itself skewered or crushed by something that wasn't there. "Just imagine that you're at a beach, or on a mountaintop."

Some of the other students nodded, closing their eyes as they followed her advice. Immediately, they seemed able to breathe a little deeper. That left Lilian with only her own worries. Though she was used to this aspect of magicianship, it was the other rumors of The Grand Academy that worried her. Graduates who would talk about their time there were rare. The few she had managed to get in touch with told her, in no uncertain words, that it was a violative experience. When prodded as to what they meant, only one had felt comfortable spelling it out for her.

Rumor had it that anyone at the academy could be forced into sex at any given time, no matter their own wishes, as long as the student forcing them had enough magical prowess to do so. This applied, she'd told Lilian, just as much to men as it did to women.

This, naturally, was almost enough to put Lilian off. She had precious little interest in getting molested, taken advantage of, or raped. And yet, it was the only way she knew of that would allow her to further develop her magical abilities in an environment of knowledge. Thus, she had accepted regardless of what her gut told her. It couldn't possibly be as bad as they said, could it?

The train, disinterested in her woes, rumbled back to life and quickly disentangled itself from the heated embrace of overlapping reality as it began to move down the tracks. The regular trains went mainly north and west, here. The Grand Express chose a direction off the compass; east-west. The lurching sensation of moving in an impossible direction was nauseating, and Lilian watched several of her fellow newcomers retch and reel. She closed her eyes, imagining that beautiful beach, banishing any acknowledgement of what was happening around her, letting time slip by without giving it any attention.

Soon enough, though, they arrived. The east-west of the country was a strange place. Mountainous, yet with each mountain surrounded by warmwater lakes, akin to what in the old reality might've been considered a hot spring, only far larger. And there it was, visible already as the train passed the final bridge before their destination mountain-island; the Grand Academy, standing imposing and impossible and stretching far above the clouds.

"Everyone off," a tired-looking older crocodile clad in an ornate suit told them. "We're already late, the damned train got into the sleep-biscuit supply. You all hurry up. Introduction starts in... five minutes ago. Move it! We'll take care of your luggage as long as you remembered to mage-tag it. Prepare for an experience."

And so, Lilian and the others were shooed off the train and up the stairs into the Grand Academy.

Inside, it was almost mundane. It looked like any other building from a couple of centuries ago. Wooden, ostentatious, rich, ornate. Thick and lustrous curtains lined each massive window, and the only hint of something strange happening was how each window showed a different environment entirely. Some, beaches. Others, jungles. Not that Lilian had any time to admire the sights. She and everyone else were rushed into a nearby classroom and directed to sit down for their brief introduction before the first two real classes; "Familiars - Theory and Practice". "Contraceptives and Counterspells," apparently, had to wait until tomorrow.

A gruff-looking wolf, surprisingly muscular - and completely naked - greeted them, once everyone had settled. Lilian's eyes darted to his groin, instinctively checking out his plum-sized balls and even more impressive sheath, before she could stop herself. "So, students, welcome to the Grand Academy. Here, you will learn both the basics and more advanced aspects of magic. Yet, there are some differences between us and the more, shall we say, traditional academies, that you should be aware of," he continued, snapping his fingers and conjuring a glowing globe of light. Quickly, a series of images began to take form, slowly becoming something like a magical video. What it showed made the class gasp, nearly in unison. The wolf was showing them other students getting fucked by entire gangs of men and women, others masturbating in class, women heavily pregnant and men with cockrings keeping them permanently hard. A quick, though intense, and incredibly pornographic display.

"We practice, as you might have realized, free use. Anyone who isn't capable of preventing themselves from being taken advantage of... will be," he spoke, emphasizing that last word heavily. "We believe that this necessity of developing magical might help our students learn more quickly. That, and frankly, it's rather enjoyable," the wolf added with a grin.

Lilian couldn't help but wonder, knowing that about him, what exactly the white streaks in his otherwise jet-black fur were. Had he been doing just that - forcing himself on someone, or being taken advantage of - moments before this introduction? Lilian rubbed her temples. It was a lot to take in, especially the fact that she could apparently get raped at any given moment at the academy, and accepting that possibility was part of studying or working here. It felt more like a jungle than a seat of higher learning. She'd known the Grand was radical, but this was beyond anything she could've imagined. Yet, it was the only academy that a lowborn like herself could hope to attend. At least anytime soon.

The wolf went through a few more salient points. As long as nobody got too badly hurt, enslaved, or killed, everything was, it seemed, fair game. Any babies that female students happened to have as a result were put into magical stasis until the end of their studies.

"If this does not sound acceptable to any of you, you may leave now, and the Trans-Realm Express will take you back home. Otherwise, we'll consider your continued presence here as informed consent. Understood, students?" he spoke, and finished his presentation with a wide, filthy grin, white fangs standing out against black fur.

A few students around Lilian stood up and walked out of the room. She wanted to, as well, but not as badly as she wanted to actually learn what the academy had to teach. She was here for a reason, and backing out now would only set her back months. What did it matter if someone fucked her without her being into it anyway, Lilian reasoned, fidgeting nervously. I can always return the favor once I'm more experienced. The mindset felt alien, uncomfortable, and jagged in her head, but she forced herself to think like the people here did, or at least tried her best to.

"Very good. The rest of you may move on to your first class. Theory on Familiars. We expect each of you to have summoned one by the end of the day as proof of your magical ability," the wolf smiled. "Just beware the wolves. They're a little needier than most," he added, and then, as if remembering that he was a wolf himself, cleared his throat and clarified what he meant; "Ley-Wolves, that is."

It was a little ominous. But given what she'd just learned about the academy, she could imagine exactly what he meant.

"Oh, one more thing!" he exclaimed. "Those of you who choose to stay will be given your new uniforms tomorrow. Wearing them is optional, but your choice is being naked. We here at the Grand don't judge," he grinned.

Either way, the students filtered out of the first classroom and into the other, with senior students and even staff gathering around them to stare. Lilian felt like a piece of meat on display at a butcher's shop, feeling their eyes on her. No doubt the instant she wasn't actively studying, someone would try their luck. Thankfully, the cheetah was in decent shape physically, even if she'd not be a match to anyone here in pure magical strength.

The first class was held by a bubbly, petite mouse, who seemed very excited about meeting new students to the point she could barely stand still. This one was wearing one of the school's "uniforms" for teachers. A black skirt so long it would only cover her as long as she stood perfectly still, which she didn't, and a top that was more like a sheet of silk wrapped around her upper body, half-translucent and ready to come off at the slightest tug. It was the kind of attire she might've expected for- well, certainly not a university.

"Welcome, new students!" she chirped. "Today, we'll be learning about familiars. They're little, sometimes big, magical critters that we spellcasters summon to aid us, in a variety of ways!"

"Um, excuse me," a bolder one of the newcomers asked, presenting a question that made Lilian both blush and wish she could already magically hide herself away. "Is it okay if we... uh, pleasure ourselves in the classrooms?"

"Yep!" the mouse squeaked. "You went to the introduction, didn't you? As long as you don't fail your tests or make too much of a mess. Feel free to look at me if you need any visual stimulus. Now, where was I..."

Lilian, despite considering herself a fairly open-minded cheetah, still couldn't imagine masturbating in public among a bunch of strangers, especially not while listening to what was shaping up to be a rather serious presentation. The mouse went on to detail the ritual to summon a familiar. One could influence the species a little, but ultimately there was still a large random factor to what species one's new companion would be. She repeated the notion about the "ley-wolves" being "needy," and that every student should, ideally, consider trying to avoid a few species in their rituals.

Wolves, mephits, rabbits, imps, owls, she didn't recommend any of them. Snakes were reliable despite their fearsome reputation, the mouse insisted. Her personal favorites were ferrets and faerie dragons, as she told the class.

"But regardless of what species your familiar ends up being, you will need to take care of each other. Yes, that includes physically. How else would you bond with your new friend?" she asked, whiskers wiggling and her tail lashing back and forth with evident excitement.

She kept talking, though now, Lilian began to hear other students around her shift. There was the sound of zippers being undone, of fabric rustling, muffled and quiet giggles and moans, as some of the couples that'd arrived together decided to experiment with the very open rules about sexuality. A few of the single students joined in, as well, and soon, something like half of the class was freely rubbing themselves while listening to the mouse's presentation. She was, as she'd indicated, completely nonplussed.

"...so, many scholars believe that familiars are inherently demonic in nature - see succubi and incubi for example - in that they feed on sex, but here at the Grand we tend to see this as a case of convergent evolution," the mouse explained, and then took a deep breath before continuing. "After all, it would make sense for a sapient creature always with a spellcaster to eventually begin to feel attracted to them, and vice versa. At that point, then, being magical creatures, the energy of sex would likely gradually replace their need for physical food."

Lilian could hear the wet slippery sounds of another woman fingering herself right next to her. She was far from a prude, but it was still a little distracting. Even though it was allowed, the cheetah found the topic being discussed far more interesting that a potential orgasm!

"Alright, class. Now, to avoid getting a bad familiar - unless you like being constantly used by them until you learn how to control them - what should you provide as your ritual offering?" the mouse asked, and the little moans and other sounds of pleasure quickly quieted down, most of the others looking deer in the headlights. Lilian sighed, and reluctantly raised her hand.

"Yes, cheetah? Oh, Lilian, isn't it?" the mouse acknowledged her.

"That's me. And the answer, I think, is anything but meat," Lilian answered. It was easy; she'd said as much earlier.

"Exactly! Well, no bones either. Again, this only applies if you don't like the idea of getting relentlessly dominated by your familiar for a few weeks," the mouse-professor continued. "And it might happen anyway. The carnivores are just more aggressive on average."

Great, Lilian thought. It wasn't exactly reassuring to know. But then again, at least a wolf or some other horny thing would be better than her fellow students taking advantage of her. Next to her, a bunny bit her hand to keep herself from moaning as she reached her climax, loudly huffing and puffing as her whole body quivered a few times, bucking in her seat. Around her, several of the men had followed suit, masturbating to the sight of her.

Lilian couldn't help but wonder how exactly they thought this didn't distract students from the academia. Then again, maybe it was intentional to weed the less gifted ones out. Certainly, Lilian herself felt the opposite of horny. Even if she would've been lying if she claimed that a nearby fox hadn't caught her eye, stroking his slick and firm-looking vulpine cock. A pleasant sight, yes, but not enough to get her going when there were studies to be done, no matter how flushed she got. No matter how tingly the sight of that handsome fox throbbing with pleasure was - fuck. Thankfully, she was interrupted before she had any time to think more about it.

"And that's it!" the mouse concluded her presentation after sketching out an eight-pointed star in a circle, meant to illustrate the kind of area they'd all have to prepare for their familiar-summoning tonight, in their dorms. Nothing else mattered, she insisted; due to the instant bonding between a familiar and summoner, they couldn't really hurt the caster. Only, as she put it, "use" them. "Good luck, everyone."

The students filtered out of the classroom slowly, and the moment she got outside, Lilian was struck by the fact that she didn't actually know where her dorm was. Was she supposed to know?

Before she could decide on anything, though, a group of men a few years her seniors - or so it seemed - surrounded her, while she was lost in thought. She didn't notice them before it was too late.

"Well, well, well. Look at this cute little thing," a tiger drawled in a dialect that Lilian couldn't quite place. Her glance shot upwards the instant she heard them. Big cats, all of them. Two tigers, one lion, one jaguar, it seemed. All with very obvious intentions. Two were naked. The other two were wearing what Lilian could only surmise was the standard male uniform, which looked frankly rather titillating, consisting of a shrug that left their naked chests on full display, and, oh, the pants. The pants were very tight, effectively outlining both men's cocks - hard, at the moment - and leaving nothing at all to fantasy. At the same time, a couple of buttons made removing them seem effortless.

If the situation had been any other, Lilian would've liked the sight. Right now, the adrenaline rushing through her veins washed away any arousal.

"Um, no. Let's not do anything like that," Lilian replied, putting on her bravest front to hide the fact that she was suddenly terrified. This is how things go, here, she told herself, between calming breaths.

"Oh, yes. We're going to fuck you full of kittens. You'll look so much better with a big, swollen belly," the tiger said, and unceremoniously tugged down the tight, bulging underwear. A stiff cock of about seven inches sprung out as his pants fell, making his intentions all the more obvious.

Lilian drew a sharp breath. She wasn't going to go down without a fight. Not that the men had any plans to actually fight_her. Instead, the tiger raised a single hand to weave a spell that'd probably incapacitate her or even _make her like it - when, suddenly, a squirrel bounced over them and in front of her.

"Actually, I think you'll have to go through me, first," she grinned, raising her own arms to counter-spell whatever the tiger was casting - the air trembling as the magical weave he tried to bring into being was shattered - and then quickly following up with some kind of magic of her own. One that washed over the area like a purple mist. "Isn't that right?"

Lilian felt herself suddenly clench and slicken, rapidly. Her spell must've been some kind of aphrodisiac, given the spasming need in her loins, and the glassy-eyed stare of the men surrounding them. Their attentions, however, were fixated entirely on the squirrel.

"Fuck. Fine," the tiger snarled. The spell forced him to focus on the squirrel, but it didn't wrest away control of his mind entirely. "But after we fuck you silly, we'll take your friend."

"Pff. Good luck with that, I've been doing this a lot longer than you silly one-pump chumps," she smiled, and then spun around, pulling up that very, very short skirt and presenting her dripping wet nethers and shapely rump for the first one of the bunch, while facing the cheetah. She seemed to enjoy this, Lilian realized. And she wasn't wearing panties. Perhaps panties weren't part of the uniform at all. The cheetah shuddered at the thought of having to walk around with her pussy on display like that.

Surely, if it came to it, she could've simply disabled them with a spell or two. But instead, she chose to endure their assault. No, not endure. Enjoy. Did it even count as rape, at this point? Lilian could only suppose people adapted to the strangest situations.

The squirrel leaned against the wall, her hands on either side of Lilian's head. Up this close, the cheetah could see her nipples through the silken uniform top. "So, yeah. This is kind of how things go here," she chittered, apparently feeling like this was the perfect opportunity for small talk. One of the tigers behind her yanked her tail up.

"Ow! Hey, careful there," she squeaked, craning her neck. "Focus on the pussy or I'm going to send your balls into interdimensional storage- nnnf!"

Her protest was cut short by a moan as the tiger slid his girthy-looking cock into her welcoming pussy. She shuddered, and briefly, her eyes fluttered. "Mm. Can't really be too angry at these horny boys, ooh..." she huffed. "So stupid and so eager."

The tiger began to happily rut into her, and her attention shifted back to Lilian.

"What was I s-saying?" she stuttered. "Oh, ooooh, right. I'm your new roommate. One of t-two! Welcome to the... nnff, Grand."

"Um, I appreciate the save, but... are you really going to let him cum inside you without any protection?" Lilian asked her savior. "Isn't there a risk that you get-"

"S-see, that's how we know you're a total newbie, I have magical contraceptive spells active. Several. These dudes are going to try breaking them but, mmnh, I doubt they have a real chance at succeeding," the squirrel explained. "Ngh. One moment, please..."

She turned her head out of what was perhaps politeness, screwed her eyes shut, and came, a few breathy moans spilling from her lips as she spasmed around the other student's cock in orgasm. It didn't take much longer before he, too, seemed to reach his peak. He thrust inside the squirrel a few more times, hard enough to make the wall she was leaning against vibrate, and then gave a pleasured roar, holding himself deep inside her.

"Mmh. Yeah, there you go. Waste your cum," the squirrel groaned. She sounded a little hoarse after her orgasm, and as Lilian glanced down, she could see thick white sperm dripping onto the floor between her legs.

"Y-yeah, sure. I look forward to seeing you waddling around with my kittens," the tiger growled, as if trying to recover his dominant position. Still, successful or not, he was at least sated, having followed his biological urges to their natural conclusion.

And with that, the next man in line took his position behind the squirrel, sliding his own hard cock into her with a wet_slurp._

What really floored Lilian was the casualness of it all. She was standing here, watching student after student exhaust himself inside her roommate's willing body, and she was clearly enjoying it at least as much as they were. They talked a little more while they helped themselves to her pussy. The squirrel introduced herself as Holly. Apparently, she was fully on board with the constant fight for sexual dominance here at the academy, unwanted pregnancies and all, but she disagreed on one thing; the rough introduction newbies usually got. That was, she moaned, why she'd decided to save Lilian from it, especially since the cheetah would've almost certainly gotten knocked up too, not having any protective spells ready yet.

"You'll learn those soon enough, b-but until then, just avoid the guys," she continued, as the last of the men raced towards his climax in clumsy, erratic thrusts. By now, her thighs were _soaked_in thick, white cum, and it was pooling up on the floor beneath her, too, mixed with an undeniable amount of her own lusty juices. "Yeah? You hurry up and c-cum already," she chittered at the male.

Sure enough, in just a few thrusts, he groaned with satisfaction, too, and Holly closed her eyes to apparently savor that sensation of his cock throbbing inside her. And with that, they were done. All five of the men had entirely exhausted themselves, to the point that three of them had to sit down waiting for their friends to finish. Holly, for her part, had lost none of her energy.

"Minor succubus ward, you know," the squirrel grinned from ear to ear as the last of her "lovers" collapsed onto the floor behind her. "They were so focused on breaking the contraceptive spell that none of them even thought about testing for other spells."

Lilian cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh, right. I forgot you're new, hah," the squirrel laughed as she smoothed out her skirt, evidently entirely uncaring about the fact that her pussy was still leaking cum under it, and very visibly so. "A succubus ward basically sucks out some of their energy as they cum. Those guys will have to sleep a day or two. Meanwhile, the way I feel I don't expect to sleep for a year," she laughed, right on the edge of mania. "I'm on fire! But yes, come with me, I'll show you to our dorm. Hope you remember how the familiar circle is supposed to look. The prof wasn't kidding, if you don't have one by tomorrow it's a one-way ticket back on the Trans-Realm!"

She had apparently absorbed so much energy from the amorous men that she couldn't quite stop herself from running ahead, and then back as the considerably less energized Lilian lagged behind. When they eventually reached their shared dorm room, up two flights of stairs, down one, and one purely horizontal flight later, it was to the sight of even more debauchery.

A zebra mare was laying on the sofa in the common room with a massive python-like snake coiled around her, squeezing her in an unmistakable rhythm. Lilian had never seen a snake fuck someone before, but there was no doubt as to that being what she was watching, here.

Her mind scrolled rapidly through the possibilities of what might've led to this.

Her familiar? She thought.

"Her familiar?" she asked.

"Yep, that's old Mr. Scales. Not that old, I guess, but she started calling him that the first time he shed his skin," Holly smiled. "I think in familiar years he's about the same age as us."

"H-hi, y-you-" the zebra on the sofa stuttered, shuddering as the snake coiled around her thrust harder, making the sofa groan, only to be silenced again by the squirrel.

"Hey, now, you two lovebirds don't need to mind us. Just enjoy each other, you can greet Lilian here later," she told them. "Now, the bedrooms are over here," she added, seamlessly turning her attention to the squirrel again. "You coming?"

For a moment, Lilian kept her eyes on the mating pair. It was a strange union, with the massive reptile effectively holding the zebra in intimate full-body bondage, no doubt restricting her breathing as well. Yet it was certainly consensual, too, given how eagerly she moaned for more with each squeeze. She wanted to see what their climax looked like, but at the same, she couldn't leave Holly waiting.

Lilian hurriedly followed her new friend. Connecting to the common room was a little corridor, and then from that, three bedrooms branched out. The architecture was as strange as one might expect from this place, with the angles being straight but not feeling like it. The experience was like one of intense vertigo, of walking in a circle along a straight line. That feeling ebbed as they got into Holly's bedroom - and at that point, the squirrel instantly pushed her into the bed.

"Hey, what-" Lilian protested, only for magical chains to manifest around her wrists and ankles. The squirrel had prepared her bed well, seemingly exactly for this kind of encounter.

"Well, I never said I wasn't going to take advantage of your cute little butt," the squirrel giggled. "But look on the bright side, at least you won't get pregnant."

Lilian gave her the kind of stare that might've actually stopped her heart, had the cheetah studied magic for longer. Instead, all it did was make the squirrel laugh more.

"Oh, don't look so glum, you'll enjoy a few no-strings-attached orgasms, I'd bet. Let's see, how'd that spell go... exui... cito. Or was that velox?" she mumbled, wiggling her fingers in the air. Initially, nothing happened, but then, as she corrected herself, the cheetah was suddenly naked, feeling the cooler air of the bedroom against her tender, vulnerable nipples and bare slit.

Lilian let out a yowl, trying to cover herself. The squirrel wasn't about to let her, though. Instead, she fished out a large rubber toy from a drawer, shaped exactly like a wolf's cock might be. "I know they say not to summon wolves, but their cocks do feel pretty amazing. I made this one myself. Got a friend's familiar to.... ah, you don't care, do you? Let's put it to use."

With that, Holly climbed on top of the now naked cheetah and straddled her chest. "Ever played with another girl before? No? Just do what you think you'd like done to yourself," she smiled. "And don't look at me like that, you'll get to cum too!"

While Lilian struggled - thrashing and squirming underneath her as much as the magical chains would allow, which wasn't much - the squirrel turned around, scooted backwards, and then, planted her still-dripping pussy against Lilian's face.

The cheetah replied with a muffled protest. She could smell the group of men that Holly had "drained" just earlier, not to mention taste them, as well as the squirrel's own juices, as that rich mixture of sexual fluids slowly dripped over her lips, thick and warm. She made a point of keeping her mouth tightly closed in defiance, at least until she suddenly felt that dildo at her entrance, and moments later, roughly shoved into her. Then, she moaned, and promptly got her mouth filled with a healthy gush of sperm and feminine wetness.

Fuck it. It wasn't that Lilian was opposed to playing with other women. She didn't like being taken advantage of, but at the same time, there was no denying that the squirrel both smelled and felt intoxicating with her most intimate heat grinding against the cheetah's mouth. That, and Holly had saved her from something considerably worse. Begrudgingly, she stuck her tongue out to lap a little circle around the squirrel's stiff clit, and along her soft inner lips.

"Nnf, there you go. Good girl," she heard Holly moan, and she pressed down more firmly, grinding herself tightly against the cheetah's face. "Won't take long, I think..."

Perhaps it was the domination getting her off. Maybe she was still a little oversensitive from the gangbang she'd had only moments before. Either way, Holly was soon shivering with pleasure as she rode Lilian's half-unwilling face while working about half the length of the dildo into her in slow, sensual moments that quickly left the cheetah just as wet as Holly herself was. Even if her mind wasn't on board with what was happening, her body responded with the heated enthusiasm of pure arousal regardless. Soon, she was clenching around the toy, and licking at Holly's soaked petals and stiff little clit with instinctive lust.

"T-they do say you'll remember your f-first pussy forever," the squirrel stuttered, struggling to retain control of her voice at all amidst the constant moans as she playfully taunted the cheetah. "S-so... ngh, f-fuck, I'm going to-"

Lilian heard her warning. Yet, by now, she was so close to orgasm that she couldn't even imagine anything expect tasting her climax fully. She opened her mouth wide, engulfing as much as she could of the squirrel's sex, and slid her tongue into that heated, clenching slickness, as deep as she could. At the same time, there was a relief to finally surrendering; one that pushed her over the edge.

"There you g-go, cum for me!" the squirrel commanded, feeling the cheetah's body tense up with pleasure. And only moments later, Lilian obeyed. Her back arched and her tongue frenziedly thrust into the squirrel's body as she came, gushing around the enchanted dildo. Right in that moment, she wanted nothing more than to feel the squirrel cum, too, to have her flood her mouth with feminine lust, and she didn't have to wait for long. Only moments after her own trembling climax, she felt the squirrel's pussy clench against her mouth, followed by a flood of warm, surprisingly creamy arousal coating her tongue and forcing her to swallow rapidly.

Slowly, slowly, Lilian's body calmed down, those orgasmic twitches and clenches slowing down and then stopping. The big dildo popped out of her, briefly leaving her gaping, as Holly lost her grip on it, muscle control snatched away by her own climax. Somewhere between her own mostly unwanted orgasm ebbing but before the squirrel was done bucking roughly against her face in a bid to prolong her own ecstasy, Lilian had a few moments of clarity. The first thought was that she really didn't mind eating pussy, or wouldn't, were she not forced into it. The second was that the instant she learned a few spells, she'd tie Holly to the wall and have her fucked with an enchanted dildo for an entire day.

The third, dim thought was that the squirrel's juices tasted almost like honey.

"And that, that's why we practice our defensive spells," Holly grinned. She pushed down against the cheetah one last time, wiping herself dry on what dry fur remained on her face. She was flushed and panting, and with an insufferably satisfied grin on her face. "Otherwise, someone might just force you to clean them after a long, fun session!"

The moment her lips left Lilian's mouth, the cheetah gasped for air. The first sound that left her mouth after that was a frustrated grumble, and she stared daggers at her roommate.

"Hey, you owed me. Now you don't!" Holly justified herself, crossing her arms over her chest in a gesture that Lilian thought seemed almost defensive. "Oh, wait... wait, I had a class, didn't I..."

The squirrel closed her eyes for a moment. The zebra - who had seemingly only now gotten done with her familiar, let out a yelp. "We're late! Goddammit, why didn't you- why didn't I-"

They both rushed around the dorm, picking up what they could find of their extremely revealing uniforms, as quickly they could. Almost in unison, they both cast a spell, the words of which sounded something like munda ieiunium, and in the blink of an eye, were perfectly clean, the traces of the messy fun they'd had earlier gone in an instant. And then the two seniors were out in a blur, running at breakneck speed to whatever class it was they had waiting for them. The massive python eventually raised its head, and then lazily slithered after its companion, tasting the air with its tongue to figure out which way to go. The whole display left Lilian scratching her head, but at least she was alone now, with nobody near to try to do anything to her.

Well, except whatever the familiar she had to summon would want to do. The way the mouse had talked about familiars had made it seem like they'd all want sexual favors to agree to servitude, and even imagining more sex this soon after being forced to cream herself around Holly's stupid dildo lifted that dull ache inside her back to the foreground. But there was nothing to it. It was almost evening, and time seemed to flow unevenly here on the academy grounds, just like the brochures had warned her.

That meant that it could be night at any moment, or it might take a few more hours. Either way, she had to get started. Lilian couldn't wait to learn those cleansing spells she'd seen the squirrel and zebra use, but now, she had no other choice but to hop in the shower like she would in the mundane world. A few minutes later, with her now fresh and clean body wrapped in a wide towel, she was ready.

Since familiars wanted to get summoned, the ritual was very simple. Just as she'd been told, Lilian cleared up the common room floor - trying to ignore the smell of sex still hanging heavy in the air - and began sketching out the ritual circle with a piece of chalk. Eight-pointed star, check. Small black candle, of which the dorm room had an entire crate, courtesy of the academy, at each point. Check.

Then there was the matter of an offering. Lilian thought for a moment, and then reached into her luggage to bring out a sandwich she'd packed for the journey but hadn't ended up eating. She placed it in the middle of the circle. Perhaps not a traditional offering, but she didn't really want a familiar who couldn't appreciate a homemade sandwich, the cheetah reasoned.

She then lit the candles. This was the first ritual spell she'd done, and the newness of it had her arm trembling despite the soothing post-orgasmic hormones still flooding her body. Still, the cheetah had no choice. Her chest heaved as she inhaled - wondering, briefly, if she should get dressed, but deciding against if the familiar was going to be horny anyway - and then spoke a few secret syllables that made the air tremble and warp like a hot summer's day.

The candles flared. The sigil she'd drawn glowed, though only briefly, and then, in a puff of smoke, her familiar appeared, snatching the sandwich off the floor greedily as it leapt in from whatever dimension the creatures resided in.

"Ah. My summoner," it rumbled, chewing slowly. Its tail wagged. It sniffed the air. "What a wonderfully scented room you summon me to."

It was, without any doubt, a wolf. A black ley-wolf almost the size of Lilian herself, and its glowing amber eyes were fixated on her, a grin slowly dawning on its animalistic muzzle. A horny grin, further emphasized by the slight of its crimson-red lupine shaft slipping out of its sheath at the sight of the cheetah who had summoned him, because it was clearly male. Lilian shuddered at just how it stared at her, like a piece of meat, or like prey, and at the same time, cursed herself for not thinking about the smell of sex in the room. Of course it'd end up attracting a wolf, regardless of the offering.

"Um. Hello," Lilian greeted it. "Would you be open for helping me, as my familiar?"

They hadn't really mentioned if there was any kind of official greeting for these situations.

"Yes, certainly," the wolf grinned back. "Just one moment. Let me finish this delicious offering, first."

A blink of an eye later, the wolf swallowed what remained of the sandwich. Then, he padded over to Lilian, and unceremoniously pushed her over, gently, nudging her onto all fours with a surprising amount of weight behind each motion. When she tried to protest and push him away, he locked his bestial jaws around her wrist and guided her into a suitable position with a light snarl. She didn't dare resist it again. "I will help you. But first, I do think I'll simply use you until you learn how to make me not," he growled with a spine-chilling, menacing playfulness. "A bellyful of half-feral wolf-pups. Do you like the sound of that, my beautiful mistress?" he continued, and Lilian felt his broad tongue drip out to lap over the nape of her neck. "You already smell like a bitch in heat. Mm. Not to worry. You should learn how to control me soon enough, unless you'd prefer not to..."

She didn't quite dare resist as the wolf gently but very, very firmly and insistently forced himself on her. To some degree, Lilian was happy about not having gotten dressed; if she had, the clothes would've no doubt been torn off her body.

"Face down, my beloved summoner. And ass up. Mm, looks like you already experienced this wonderful academy first-hand, didn't you?" the wolf rumbled as it pressed its broad snout against Lilian's still damp tawny sex. "Someone summoned me before, here. But they ran away. You wouldn't be so unobliging, would you? Of course not..."

The gentle attitude seemed almost like a parody given what the wolf was doing; clambering atop Lilian's body with a very deliberate slowness, making sure she had plenty of time to think about what he was doing. Effectively, it was rape, only a bizarrely gentle type. He wrapped his forelegs around Lilian's waist and squeezed her against himself. "Mm. I'm going to enjoy this. Just as people always learn faster when _forced_to."

Maybe it was simply how the wolves taught people, Lilian tried to justify what was happening. She couldn't throw the beast off, not with how heavy he was, and how close his jaws were to her neck. All she could do was take it, despite her bitterness. Of course, with her pussy still sensitive from the earlier abuse the squirrel had given it, she moaned out regardless when the wolf's haunches slapped against her rump, a thrust forcing a good few inches of his very, very hot shaft into her vulnerable body. His body temperature was much higher than hers, and the resulting sensation was incredibly strange and erotic, like she was being fucked with a white-hot iron rod. Only much, much more alive, throbbing and straining against her inner walls.

Lilian could only thank her lucky stars that Holly had gotten her so wet, before. Not that it'd been an intentional favor, but the wolf felt huge_inside her. She could feel every vein with how taut she was stretched around his bare cock. _Bare. Unprotected. Lilian gasped as she realized what that really meant. The instant the wolf filled her - helped, no doubt, by the swelling knot - she might end up fat with his pups. She'd been saved from one unwanted pregnancy only to risk a belly full of half-feral wolves.

Was it even possible for familiars and magicians to crossbreed? Lilian couldn't pretend to know, but both their bodies seemed to think it was. The wolf began to thrust slowly, almost considerately, which was rather ironic given what he was doing. Yet, unwanted or not, every slick motion of him inside her nearly made the beleaguered cheetah see stars. Certainly, she moaned, and her sopping wet sex squeezed around him as if traitorously cheering him on. Even if it didn't turn out they could conceive together, her body seemed to wish they could, already trying to massage his intruding cock into seeding her womb.

At least her roommates weren't here to watch her humiliation. The wolf picked up his pace and began rutting into her with a feral intensity, and Lilian could feel his hot breath on her neck.

"Rrr. You feel wonderful. A-almost makes me wish you'll be a slow study," the wolf growled, voice thick with pleasure. "It's been far-r-r too long since I got to seed a horny bitch like you."

For all his eloquence and politeness, it seemed that in the act, the wolf liked talking dirty, and as for Lilian, she would've been lying had she pretended like his deep, rumbling, and demeaning tone didn't make her clench around him. It really did make her feel like a horny bitch, on all fours with her feral familiar fucking her as if it was his right. Another high-pitched moan erupted from her lips as the wolf's swelling knot slapped against her already stretched lips, grinding against sensitive, wet flesh for the briefest moment before pulling back for another slamming thrust.

"T-try to relax... mmrf, here... here comes your litter..." the wolf huffed and snarled, thrusting a few more times with all the force he could muster behind every buck of his hips, shoving his knot a little deeper into Lilian's body each time. Then, pop. It was inside her, the cheetah realized, wheezing from the sheer fullness. And at the same time, her body was going wild around it, almost cramping with how tightly she squeezed that wonderful breeding bulb, as if begging for the wolf to knock her up.

Their climax was mutual, only seconds later. What Lilian wanted mattered very little; basic biology was in full control now, having wrapped those chains of instincts around both lovers and ensuring that neither would move before their union was complete. She moaned breathlessly as she felt the wolf's shaft surge inside her, twitching and jumping just as he let out a howl of ecstatic triumph. She felt the rhythmic pulsations she'd been both dreading and anticipating with joy, each delivering another gushing rope of thick, life-bearing seed deep into her far too willing body.

The sensation was surreal, almost, and the possible consequences even more so. She might, the cheetah realized, become a mother like this. Bred by a familiar. And yet, it was also a raging wildfire of pleasure, lust, and the kind of excitement that left her cunt soaking wet and her throat so tight she could barely breathe at all. That was how Lilian reached her second orgasm of the day. This one, far more intense than the last. The pleasure seemed to course through her entire body, every muscle in her body tensing and then relaxing, her legs trembling along to the blissful contractions of those inner milking-muscles working to swallow every drop of the wolf's offering, consequences be damned. Right then, in that glowing moment, consequences might as well not have existed at all.

And then it was over. The wolf's body sagged down on top of her once he'd finished emptying his balls into her. The weight was too much, and soon the both of them collapsed onto the floor.

"Not so bad, was it?" the wolf panted. "Maybe this might be your natural role in life. A breeding b-"

Lilian silenced the wolf with a hand clasped around his muzzle. Freshly fucked or not, she wasn't going to freely surrender to him. The beast snorted with amusement and didn't question it, until she let go.

"-so what is that you're trying to accomplish here?" he asked, in a strange attempt at small talk. "You don't seem to be doing it simply for sex like so many of your fellow students."

"I just want to learn," the cheetah replied. "Magic has always been fascinating to me. The way it can reshape reality itself."

"Consider what it is, exactly, that you want to accomplish," he continued. "A clear goal. Perhaps you do wish to learn for the sake of learning. Or perhaps you are driven by an inner urge to dominate. Either way... know what your goal is."

That was all the "advice" her familiar had for her, at least while the two of them were still knotted. He eventually closed his eyes while waiting for the tie to end, breathing deeply with a tangible satisfaction to each breath. After all, he'd gotten exactly what he wanted. Thus, they waited until his knot slowly, slowly began to deflate, and reality began, in turn, to reassert itself. By the time he finally slipped out of her well-bred sex, Lilian was already fidgeting nervously about what she had to do now, and quickly.

She was left panting, too, still, as she clambered onto the chair in her room, with a book already on the desk. The wolf's slick, virile heat was still deep inside her. Over time, hopefully, it'd leak out, but until then, Lilian would feel deliciously naughty. At the same time, she didn't want to get pregnant. Not yet, at least. Quickly, she began to skim through the tome of Contraceptives that they'd officially begin to study tomorrow. Thankfully, they'd already dealt out the books for the freshmen in advance, perhaps anticipating exactly this situation. The wolf, his needs sated for the moment, sat down next to her, looking at her work with a distinct glimmer of curiosity in his eyes.

"Ah, not quite willing to embrace what your body needs yet, are you?" he rumbled, not seeming offended in the slightest. "Well, you might want to skip over the pages on theory and protection. You're quite late for that..."

This would, Lilian realized while leaking cum onto her chair, be a rather strange dynamic between the two of them. The wolf genuinely seemed eager to help, but just as eager to take advantage. Then again, the entirety of this reality-defying academy was based on nothing but strange dynamics, wasn't it?

"You could wait until tomorrow. I do believe the panic spells are the first thing they teach you. There's a reason it's the second class you have, here," her wolf grinned. "But then you'd be rolling the dice. Can my seed fertilize you? Would it happen overnight? Would it-" he leaned closer, muzzle brushing against Lilian's ear. "-be too late?"

Maybe it could, maybe it would, and maybe it'd be wonderful to conceive. But surrender seemed contradictory to what the academy was trying to teach. And so, Lilian steeled her mind; she'd master every spell in every book, until she could control her familiar, and until she could use the male students to her heart's content without any risk of pregnancy just like Holly seemed to be able to. After all, she'd already chosen to stay here, even knowing the risks.

"That's the spirit," the wolf whispered, and the academy itself seemed to agree; a breeze from a window that wasn't there flipped a dozen pages ahead in the book before the cheetah's eyes, landing on what looked like exactly the right spell.

Eventually, Lilian would learn how to handle this place, and then, to master it.