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"Hey there, sleepy! I could give you something that might help," a giggling, melodic voice that sounded a little like a twinkling star might, echoed in the darkness. "If you promise to trust me later."

Lilian floated, unformed, in a vast darkness where nothing except a vague notion of herself existed, along with that the intruding voice. She didn't think to respond at first; it didn't seem important.

Then, the voice - and who it belonged to, appeared in front of her in a shower of glittering sparks that spread across the empty sky surrounding them. A small, unmistakably feminine dragon, barely the size of a cat, floating before her with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Well, what's it gonna be? Come on, pull yourself together a little! This is no time to be dreaming," she smiled, and waved a hand, sending a jolt of energy through Lilian, who let out a gasp as she was returned to consciousness while still otherwise in the dream, with her body still asleep. "So what do you say?"

"Um, to what? I'm sorry, I'm... kinda not... awake?" she stuttered. "Who are you?"

"Pff! You know who I am! I am your secret crush's familiar, and I totally know how badly you want to ride his cute little cock!" the dragon laughed, scattering more sparkling dust around itself. Somewhere in the distance, the sun seemed to be rising like a fractal reflection. Did that mean it was morning in real life? "But that's for later. I'm a faerie dragon! We offer a lot of deals. And what I'm offering you..."

She extended her hand. On it floated a little spark of pure, glittering magical energy, that upon closer inspection coalesced into what looked like a muzzle. Her smile was a little too wide, as if threatening to spread to the back of her head. Physics were always a little off in dreams, but that didn't make it any less disconcerting.

"Put this on your little wolfy and he'll be quite helpless for... um, I dunno, a day at least? Meaning you can use him just the way you'd like. And he won't be able to stop you at all!" the faerie dragon explained, seemingly unable to contain her own amusement with how she was wildly wiggling around in the air. "And, and, the best bit? Once you're done it's going to transform into a cage and stick to him for at _least_another day!"

"Like a... chastity cage?" Lilian asked. She had wanted some payback for everything her bastard of a ley-wolf had done.

"Yuppers! Now, let's see, all I want is for you to trust me later. Trust me already, really! It's going to be uh-maze-ing if you play along!" the little dragon chirped.

"Trust you on what?" Lilian said. She'd already been at the academy long enough to know what nobody could be fully and truly trusted. But familiars were more reliable than most of the mortals.

"You'll see! I won't be anything bad for you, at least," the familiar chirped. "So, what's your decision? Mr. Big Wolfy is already planning to fuck you the instant you wake up, just so you know!"

Well, she wasn't binding herself to any particular action,_just a general _trust. It felt like less of a deal and more of a gesture of goodwill, though faeries - and especially faerie dragons - where infamously unreliable and chaotic. There was something suspicious about this, certainly a hook that she'd only reveal later, but at the same time, Lilian couldn't say no to getting some comeuppance, even if there'd be a price to pay. She grabbed the magic muzzle.

"There's a good girl!" the dragon chirped. "And here's something to remember me by!" she added, jabbing Lilian's belly with a finger and inflaming a desire like wildfire in her loins. Lilian squirmed as that heat built inside her, rapidly, and the dream began to fade away into nothing.

"I'll be seeing you later!" the dragon chimed.

Then, Lilian was awake, still clutching the muzzle of gold that'd somehow followed her from dream to reality. With magic, everything was possible, she supposed.

The instant she opened her eyes she saw her ley-wolf already on top of her in bed, his cock hard and ready, evidently having waited for the cheetah to wake up so he could humiliate her more directly. But this time, she had something to fight back with. Quickly - and she, being a cheetah, was still faster than her familiar - she slapped the muzzle onto her wolf's snout.

It glowed, briefly, and then was stuck.

"What? This is new," the wolf grumbled, and then stiffly fell to his side. "Someone's cheating."

"Isn't this whole place about unfair advantages?" Lilian shot back, raising her hackles. "You're one to complain if you're going to fuck me while I'm asleep."

"True, true. I'll have to remember to return the favor to that damn dragoness," the wolf sighed, rolling over the instant Lilian thought of commanding him to do so. "So eager to stab their fellow familiars in the back."

A moment of silence followed, during which Lilian heard her familiar sniff at the air. He was still fully hard, though, and Lilian couldn't help but stare at that throbbing, deep-red shaft. She had forgotten just how horny she was but it all came rushing back now as she woke up properly. And her wolf was right there, helpless to even go soft. He'd taken advantage of her _so_many times already that surely it wasn't much of a violation to take something from him, in turn.

"Though it smells like you're getting quite needy yourself," the ley-wolf growled. "Perhaps my horny bitch just wanted to be on top this once? There was certainly no need for this muzzle if that's all you wanted."

His confident, mocking tone was quickly getting under Lilian's skin. She straddled the wolf, determined to teach him some kind of lesson while sating the lust that stupid dragon had sparked in her. "You're the bitch this morning," she snarled, but her familiar only chuckled in response. He flexed his cock, and Lilian felt the heat of it bump against her bare folds. "And you're going to fuck me."

"I keep telling you, you only needed to beg-" her familiar growled, but with a little twirl of her fingers, Lilian tightened to muzzle enough that wolf could no longer speak, only growl. Not that he growled too much. He wanted more or less the same thing that Lilian wanted; the only difference was in which position he'd be for it.

And right now, Lilian was on top. Without any more hesitation, she impaled herself on the ley-wolf's cock with a triumphant moan of pleasure. "Mine!" she snarled, in the heat of the moment, and began to ride without giving him as much as a moment to breathe, grinding down against his cock with passionate abandon and urgent, rapidly growing need.

The rush of dominance and pleasure was almost better than the sensation of the ley-wolf's tapered cock inside her. Maybe she hadn't earned_that moment on top, but gods, she was going to _enjoy it, bouncing atop her familiar until her thighs burned with exertion. The wolf, too, was growling mutedly, thrusting - though his body was ill-equipped for it - up, and into her, in a futile attempt to regain some control, or perhaps just to at least cum where he wanted to cum.

Not that Lilian was truly in control either. Not fully. She was in the iron grip of her urges, but even then, she knew that if she kept at it a little longer, the wolf would cum, and she'd risk yet another pregnancy. Even the risk was small. If he wanted to and could, the wolf would've surely had his pups growing in her already. She still didn't want to risk it. Though it was difficult, with how close she was to her climax, she managed to wrench herself up and off the wolf's cock, instead grinding herself against the length of it while feverishly stroking him and mashing her own clit for dear life.

He throbbed in her hand instead of inside her, the impressive knot swelling large and proud at the base of his cock, and then a pressured jet of warm, thick cum erupted from his jerking shaft. Lilian exhaled sharply, imagining it all going inside her instead as it had so many times before. The wolf came hard and a lot, his plentiful release soaking and splattering Lilian's belly and pubic fur - even drooling over her dripping and puffy lips, where it seemed to tingle as it touched bare skin - and for that moment there was no doubt in her mind that if she had wanted to, he could've bred her ten times over already. He had just chosen not to do it.

But imagining him doing it still brought her over the edge. She pushed against her familiar's cum-soaked length, trembling, hips twitching as her orgasm swept over her, and with how stretched she still was from the wolf's cock having just been inside her, squirted. That had never happened before and it nearly made her stop as she soaked the wolf's fur with her feminine juices, but she kept going regardless. It was hard to deliberately interrupt a moment as pleasurable as an orgasm, after all, even if _some_of the wolf's cum was surely ending up inside her, and even if she _was_squirting like a total slut.

Not that it was slutty. It just made her feel the part.

Lilian slowly loosened the muzzle on her familiar again. At first, he only panted rapidly, but then, as he began to soften and shrink back into his sheath, the muzzle dissolved entirely and instead reappeared over that rather intimate part of him.

"One. Last. Time. You needed only ask," he grumbled. "None of this foolishness was required!"

"Maybe, but you do look cute in a muzzle," Lilian shot back. "And a cage. For... what was it, twenty-four hours?"

"At least," the wolf intoned. "But trusting a faerie of any kind will only burn you in the end, mark my words."

Still, he had evidently enjoyed what'd happened, even if it wasn't exactly the way he liked it. Too much to whine for longer than a few seconds, he seemed to conclude, before curling his body to lick himself clean, while fading back into the familiar-realm where mages could rarely follow, and leaving Lilan to towel herself dry. She did so with a broad grin on her spotty muzzle, finally having gotten one over on her unruly familiar. Oh, surely he'd try to get back at her later, but it was entirely worth it either way. Nothing could get her down today!

Lilian felt great. She left her wolf behind, caged for at least twenty-four hours, and strutted off into the school's long, winding corridors. Today, the academy was feeling charitable; a path had opened up directly to the classrooms where Lilian needed to be. Today there was nothing important beyond routine repetition. Tomorrow, the schedule was more utility spells with Daviel - the particularly slutty bottom wolf who loved getting fucked in front of everyone - and then combat with a Ms. Spots. The latter sounded like a pseudonym, but then, the wizards seemed to have many strange names. After all, they weren't limited by what a vocal apparatus could physically provide, so "Spots" was really not weird at all in the grand scheme of things.

Ms. Spots had a reputation, though. She was a hyena, and supposedly transgender at that. Lilian didn't mind, of course, but apparently some of her more old-fashioned classmates found that particularly strange, even while living in an impossible building in a part of the world that didn't exist and bent the rules of reality daily. The cheetah shook her head. People had the_weirdest_ hang-ups. But that was okay. Nothing could get her down, today.

She was torn from her thoughts when the academy suddenly violently shifted in front of her. A wall appeared where none had been before, with a creaking of stone and a scent like ozone as the school's pseudo-reality was violently rearranged. All Lilian could do was stop herself from walking into the unyielding rock, and before she had any chance of finding her bearings, someone tackled her from behind, pushing her up against the wall roughly, grasping her wrists so tightly it hurt.

"Well, well, well, what's this? A new student wandering to class all alone?" someone growled into her ear, close enough that she felt the warmth of his breath against her. "I saw you dealing with that idiot tiger, which was neat. Sadly, that won't work this time."

Whoever it was let her go and spun her around without as much as touching her. She was like a marionette, being moved by unseen magical strings, and the sensation was terrifying. This person - a coyote, by the looks of it, or some other smaller canine - basically exuded magical prowess, and the moment Lilian tried to open her mouth, he stole the very sound from her lips. For all her natural talent, for all those defensive spells she'd managed to learn ahead of schedule, she couldn't defend herself against this one in the slightest.

He touched her belly, lasciviously splaying his fingers over her flat, fur-clad stomach, and closed his eyes briefly. She couldn't even move her arms to push him away.

"Mm, egg-ward? Good thing for you, I'm in a rush. Those always take a while to unravel," he sighed, but seeing the slight expression of hope in Lilian's eyes, he continued. "Doesn't mean I'm not going to fuck you, though, so enjoy your eggs."

He turned her around again, slamming the poor cheetah against the manifested wall, and pulled her skirt up. "Besides, don't tell me you're not into this. Why else would anyone study at this shithole?" he snarled, tearing her panties off and tossing them to the floor. She barely had any time to process what was happening at all before his body was pressed against her, grinding and thrusting, and only a second later his hardness sunk into her. She let out a yowl at just how rough and sudden it was; it was only her familiar's earlier cum that made it possible without hurting her.

Despite the absence of pain, though, the violation of what was happening was overwhelming. He kept rutting into her like an animal, only concerned with his own pleasure, and she was completely helpless. Those sensations she otherwise found so sexy of a cock twitching deep inside her felt terrifying and foreboding, instead. How would being pregnant with eggs even feel, and how would she get them out?

He kept thrusting into her, growling, snarling, and groaning as he sated himself on her body. Lilian hated the fact that her body was so eagerly clamping down around his cock as if it was the most natural thing in the world, how eagerly her traitorous body gave him pleasure, freely, without the slightest hint of a protest. And he kept degrading her with each thrust and each explicit, demeaning word that left his mouth.

"Rrf. You should... really let people fuck you more often, you feel amazing," the coyote snarled. He snapped his fingers, and suddenly Lilian quivered, gasping for air. "Could be a good public slut for the whole academy. And now you get to cum around my cock, too. How about that? Milk me dry."

She couldn't even begin to fight the feeling. It was overwhelming to the full extent of the world. She practically gushed around her assailant's thick cock, spasming and clenching in one of the most intense orgasms of her life, going from nothing at all to extreme, shattering pleasure in the blink of an eye. A magically induced climax so powerful that her toes curled, her back arched, and she begged, moaning, for her assailant to fuck her_harder._

"Yeah, just ask me if you want more of that," the coyote grunted with a smug and cocky satisfaction, savoring the feeling of her body rhythmically massaging his cock, before he coincidentally glanced at a clock on the wall and let out a frustrated growl.

"Fuck it, not enough time. Take your goddamn eggs," he snarled, and thrust into Lilian at a rapid pace for a few more seconds - using a spell to keep his knot down, so as to not end up tied to her and late for class - before cumming hard, emptying his balls deep into her fertile body in quick, twitching spurts. The whole thing had taken less than five minutes, but the forced orgasm made it feel like a lot longer to the dizzy Lilian.

He left her there with a mocking suggestion to enjoy being pregnant, letting go of the academy's structure. Quickly, the walls returned to normal, creaking and scraping as they did, and opening the way forward again. The nameless coyote was gone in an instant, and Lilian in turn weakly scrambled for clothes, disgusted at how she was leaking with his sperm, but having to get her clothes on regardless of how dirty they'd get. She cast a quick clean-up spell - the first piece of magic she had learned, drawing imaginary water between her fingers - but that only cleaned the outside of her pussy slit, not the excess cum that'd slowly trickle out.

She'd known it'd happen sooner or later, and so she was only angry rather than outright traumatized, but the shock still left her speechless. The ease with which he had controlled her was ridiculous, too, all the way down to making her orgasm with a flick of his wrist. Had he had time, he'd no doubt have forced her to have his actual pups too, and _that_meant she had to hurry up before it could happen. No matter what it took. She wasn't planning on getting pregnant at the academy, at least not unless it was _her_choice.

At least today's classes were only repetition. Suddenly, she didn't feel like learning anything at all, and instead stumbled back to her own little room and cast a minor sleep spell on herself, opting to doze off and not think about things until the next day.

As it turned out, though, being pregnant with eggs was overwhelming enough in itself. When Lilian stirred from her dreamless magical sleep, she found her belly swollen. Yeah, no surprise there. She looked about halfway through a pregnancy, if not two thirds. The surprising thing was just how heavy she felt. The cheetah struggled out of bed, her belly bouncing with each moment until she wrapped an arm around it to keep herself still.

"Hey, look, our little friend's gotten her first bellyful," her zebra roommate laughed the instant she waddled into the living room, with her enormous python-familiar curled up around her defensively. "I remember mine, that's why I only play with girls these days. Except snakey here..."

"Yeah, getting raped is real funny over here, gods," Lilian groaned, ignoring the zebra's apparent hypocrisy with her familiar. "How do I get rid of the damn eggs?"

"Gonna have to study a bit more for that," Holly - the squirrel who had once saved her from just this same treatment - laughed. "It's hard for us women to trigger the laying, usually the person who knocked you up does it."

"Great. So why the hell would I use this spell?" she sighed. "Instead of like, real contraceptives, like in the real world?"

"That one's easy. It's a simple knot that's hard to unravel. Some of the better spells are like weaving a whole quilt," the zebra responded. "As for the regular pill that's barely a blip on the radar. It's easily dispelled at the slightest hint of magic."

"Reality bends to magic. That's what they call that principle. But yeah, we'll help you if you're still carrying that by the end of the day," Holly reassured her, as much as her erratic and chaotic personality could reassure anyone of anything. "Or maybe we'll stuff them into the guy who did it if he tries to make you keep them for longer than a day. That'd just be impolite."

There was a crazed glint in Holly's eyes as she said that. As if she just couldn't wait to stuff someone full of eggs. But at least it was a squirrely guarantee that she'd at least be rid of her burden soon enough.

"Is literally everyone here crazy?" Lilian groaned. "I mean I appreciate the offer, but can't we just stop doing this this?"

"Well, yes and no," the zebra laughed. "You'll get used to it soon enough. Mm, I remember when I finally got over the idea that enforcing my will was somehow bad... or that others had some kind of bodily autonomy. Hah!"

Lilian grumbled while she ate a little bit of breakfast - not being willing to fill her stomach further - while listening to her two roommates go on and on about their conquests and everything else.

"Hey, look on the bright side, kitty," Holly exclaimed. "Ms. Spots was the one who really taught us how to defend ourselves. She's a ton of fun."

The zebra guffawed. "Yeah, fun. And oh god, she has the nicest cock."

That was enough for Lilian, for the moment. She gathered her things and mutely left the room. She'd have to figure out how the egg-thing actually worked, but it was difficult to do anything when everyone around her was so goddamn sex-crazed. As if the most important part of any given person was the pleasure they could provide.

She showed up to Daviel's class just a few seconds before it started. The wolf glanced at her on her way in, and seemingly, improvised what today's class would be about.

"Okay," he addressed the class. For once, he didn't have anyone fucking him while he taught them, at least not yet. "Today is new utility spells day. And I think we'll start with weightlessness. That is, not actual total floatiness, but convincing gravity to pull on heavy objects a little less, got it?"

The spell was something like imagining a tether between the object and the ground, and then cutting that tether with a particularly smooth motion. Daviel demonstrated it in front of the class, slicing through the air beneath his cup of coffee and then letting go of it. Slowly, it floated back down to his desk, falling as if stuck in slow motion.

"See? Very handy, that, when you want new furniture. Or if you have a-" he paused, clearing his throat, and throwing another glance at Lilian and deciding he didn't want to single her out. "-you know, anything else heavy. Eventually, gravity will remember what it was doing, though, so don't stay under heavy objects for long. Otherwise..."

He slammed a palm down on his hardwood desk loud enough to make half the class jump.

Then, with everyone paying attention, he continued. Beyond that first spell, they learned various magic spells for reducing pains and aches, but also something that Daviel referred to as a mirror-spell.

"You imagine a mirror, basically. You feel it with your very fingertips, and you place it between yourself and another spellcaster. Done correctly, the spell will be reflected back on them," he explained. "I'd recommend trying it out with harmless charms, because it takes a long time to perfect."

Then, in a sudden flurry of action, he raised a hand, just in time for something to crackle in mid-air before one of Lilian's classmates moaned at the top of his lungs, twitching and squirming in his chair in obvious orgasmic pleasure.

"Thanks for the demonstration, um, Henry, was it?" Daviel chuckled. "I have, of course, mastered it. What a waste of a good orgasm, though!"

The class broke down into laughter, everyone's attention thankfully focused on someone that wasn't spotty and full of eggs. A short break after that, it'd be time for Ms. Spots' class. Not feeling up for much in the way of adventure, she sat down to wait, as much as she wanted to curl up in bed and sleep for a month.

She was already feeling exhausted thanks to the weight in her belly, and certainly not used to moving around while carrying such a load. Thankfully, she had some spells that would help; one of which she'd just learned. She swept a hand under her belly, as if cutting a rope or a chain, and immediately let out a sigh of relief as the weight she was carrying felt significantly lighter. It was amazing that gravity was such a malleable force, but then again, reality bends to magic. To give herself a little bit of an additional edge, she snatched the energy from the coffee of a passing teacher. They could all do with a little less caffeine, she reasoned.

She remained a little exhausted, of course. But her body would be alright soon, once she got to lay her eggs. There'd be no permanent damage, bar perhaps for a stretch mark or two hidden by her thick fur. It was really her mind that was still in turmoil, though, far more so than her body. Lilian sat down in class with the others in perfect silence. This classroom was new; for one, it was circular, with a wide empty space in the middle. It made some sense, being a combat class, but it also felt a little like a gladiatorial arena rather than a place of learning.

She also noticed that this class was only women. It seemed that the combat classes were segregated, at least for now, though she couldn't figure out why. Men were no stronger in magic than women; physical mass and muscle had nothing to do with it. Perhaps it served to avoid accidental pregnancies this early. As Lilian pondered what exactly they'd be doing, a surprisingly slender but visibly toned hyena dressed in pink walked into the classroom, a typical hyenine grin on her face.

"Hello, class. Today I'll be making you fight each other, and myself. Oh, the name is Ms. Spots," she cackled. "But you'll be moaning that later. I'm sure you've heard of me, and yes, I do in fact have a cock. You can meet it later if you'd like. Right now, I need a volunteer for a fight. Go!"

Lilian could see some of her classmates hemming and hawing, hesitating and squirming at the hyena's request, but she was already angry enough, and that anger needed to be let out.

She raised her hand.

"Okay, cheetah girl, you. You will do nicely," the hyena laughed.

Lilian stepped forth defiantly. Her mind was already racing as she thought of what kind of spell she'd cast. A simple one of physical force, maybe, to push the hyena away? Maybe something more powerful-

"We have a few spells we could focus on, today. Disrupting spells and counterspells. Such as interrupting a male's attempt to break your contraceptive exactly at the moment of their orgasm. Or perhaps a mind-collaring cantrip, too weak for anything normally but incredibly potent exactly at the moment of a male orgasm, when their mind is completely blank.

She glanced at the glass. "You'll find that they don't work on me, but I'll feel your attempts. And I do throb rather similarly when orgasming!"

Lilian closed her eyes. "You're basically saying that either way you want me riding your cock?"

"That's how it goes here, if you haven't noticed. Look, I'm still far less horny than the men around here," the hyena laughed, loudly enough to make her shapely breasts bounce. "What'll it be?"

The cheetah had been hoping for almost anything but sex. Not that she wasn't ready to do it for the sake of learning. With a sigh, she pulled her pants off yet again, while Ms. Spots pulled her skirt up to reveal a rather impressive and somewhat canine-looking length of cock. The hyena grabbed the base of it and waggled it at Lilian.

"Just hop up. We won't need to make a big thing of it. I'll cast a spell to make myself cum," she began, tapping her shaft. "Then the instant you feel me throb, you cast this spell."

She went on to briefly illustrate a spell for collaring - or_enslaving_ minds - in a moment of weakness. It only worked on men, though, as only men's minds were empty enough during an orgasm, or so Ms. Spots claimed. The casting was something akin to tightening a collar or lasso around their neck.

At least, Lilian noted, her hesitation towards being naked and lewd in public was fading. She didn't feel much in the way of shame as she slowly mounted the hyena's cock, letting it slide deep inside her.

"Good girl," she growled. "Now, get ready..."

Ms. Spots murmured a few syllables and waggled her fingers in a rough squeezing motion, and then let out a loud, breathless groan as she instantly reached her peak. Lilian cast the spell she had been shown, channeling a good bit of her frustration into it. And instantly, the hyena shuddered, her eyes glazing over for a few seconds - Lilian even had a few seconds to wonder if she's somehow managed to collar the teacher as she throbbed inside her - but in few moments longer, she focused again, breaking free of the spell with a loud groan of exertion.

"Fascinating," the hyena exclaimed. "That was not something you've learned yet, was it? Amplifying spells with emotion, from a first-year student? That was no mere gender-specific cantrip, that was- What emotion were you-"

She looked Lilian in the eyes. "Ah. I see," she smiled apologetically, helping the cum-filled cheetah stand up again. "We'll talk about it later. Well done, either way."

After Lilian, she chose another volunteer. A deer whose name the cheetah had never learned took her turn on Ms. Spot's cock, this time training to counter a breaking of the basic egg-ward. This one, the teacher explained, was sort of like jamming a pair of scissors about to be taken to a knot, forcing the attacked to either give up or to untie the knot manually. It was difficult to guess how the deer was doing from the outside, though, but at least they both kept moaning, so it didn't seem like an unpleasant experience despite several false stars. After each of which the deer had to re-cast her egg-ward and hope that nothing slipped past her cervix while attempting to.

Idly, Lilian fingered herself a little. She was still full of the hyena's cum. At least she was already rather egg-pregnant, so it wouldn't do any harm. It was kind of a nice feeling when experienced without any pressure or risk, at least if it was the cum of someone you liked. Ms. Spots seemed rather amiable despite of her horniness.

"...there!" the hyena exclaimed. "That one was right."

The deer beamed with pride despite her earlier attempts evidently having been less than successful. And fair enough; that was what this entire class was about. Making the mistakes now, so they didn't have to make them later.

Ms. Spots rounded up the class with some theory and advice.The use of sexuality was encouraged, as one might expect. A glimpse of this and that here and there could easily throw an opponent off balance for just long enough to incapacitate them. There was no difference in magic power between men and women, but spells cast by either had a slightly different feeling, supposedly.

"You might want to assume that mine would feel like male spells, owing to the cock," the hyena cackled. "Not so! In fact-"

She was interrupted by Clara, of all people - the vixen who had gotten a demon, or "meta-elemental" as it referred to itself, as her familiar - approaching. The vixen leaned against the hyena, closing her eyes and sliding a hand under her teacher's skirt. "-well, well. Did the show leave you a bit needy? We can take care of that, cutie," she smiled. "Class dismissed, though feel free to stay and, mnh, watch."

Half the class or so - lusty and curious about the hyena and her extras - remained while the other half left for one reason or another, though a few lingered long enough to watch Clara sink to her knees in front of Ms. Spots, fishing out her rather stiff cock and taking it into her muzzle with a breathy little moan. Maybe it was because of the all the adrenaline surging through her, or maybe pure lust.

Normally, Lilian might've stayed to watch. Not today, though. She felt restless, and she still needed to get rid of the eggs in her belly. That meant finding the coyote and forcing him to fix the problem he'd caused. Somehow. That was the plan, at least, but plans rarely worked out exactly as intended. Upon leaving the classroom, someone immediately approached Lilian with a mean smirk.

She recognized it immediately. The same coyote that'd assaulted her yesterday. He didn't say anything; all he did was snap his fingers in passing, and a massive cramp immediately brought Lilian to her knees. It felt like her insides were twisting into knots, but not even in an unpleasant way; rather, it was like the spasm of an orgasm, only she was stuck in it, barely able to breathe.

"Ooh, I think she's about to lay!" someone laughed, gesturing towards Lilian clutching her swollen belly. "Lay!"

"Lay! Lay! Lay!" a group of passing seniors began, leading the chant that was apparently traditional.

Between her body beginning that primeval and rather instinctive process - and the shuddering shocks of pleasure that it came with - Lilian could think of only one thing; she'd annihilate that rat bastard coyote. Or better yet, she'd knock him up, no matter how deep into ancient and forgotten magic that she'd have to reach.

But not right how. Her body burned with arousal yet again between almost-painful cramps somewhere inside her as the eggs slowly slipped into position to be laid, and then, pushed firmly against her cervix on their way around. Lilian groaned, digging her claws into the wooden floor to steady herself for the inevitable.

"W-what the hell are you... l-looking at," she snarled, but nobody listened to her. Watching someone be forced to lay the eggs resulting from an egg-ward - out of necessity or even for pleasure - was a pastime most of the older students enjoyed. The embarrassment Lilian was feeling was only a bonus for them, she realized.

She moaned at the top of her lungs as the first egg pushed slipped into her vagina, and then quickly out of her and onto the floor. They felt the size of baseballs, if not bigger. She trembled and groaned as she squeezed out egg after egg, each one only making her hornier despite herself. No wonder some people take a liking to this, she thought, before a miniature orgasm scrambled her thoughts and left her slumped back against the wall as her body continued doing its duty. Laying her attacker's eggs, while the coyote himself didn't even bother watching.

It was with perhaps the third egg that plopped down on the floor that Lilian realized that she was going to cum. There was no getting around it. Each smooth egg seemed to caress every inch of her soaking wet pussy on its way out, and the way her body naturally clenched while she pushed only made it worse. She was left limp, barely able to support herself, and each egg stretched her so wide she could feel the cool air against her inner walls.

She wanted to cry. But instead, all she could do was to let the pleasure build, and cum her brains out in front of the chanting, cheering crowd. Never in her life, before or in the academy, had Lilian felt quite so helpless and exposed. But she couldn't hold back the tide. By the fifth, or perhaps sixth, egg that pushed out of her - accompanied by unimaginable sexual pressure against every part of her most sensitive parts - she came with a strangled yowl, voice shaky from trying to stay quiet and all the louder and needier from failing to do so.

Lilian's muscles tensed and then relaxed; the orgasmic contractions helping her lay the remaining eggs faster. All anxiety melted from her mind and gushed out through her gaping slit, or so it felt, and in that glowing, heavenly moment of almost maternal pleasure, she could feel nothing else. Not the laughing of the crowd, not the embarrassment of it all, not the anger she felt towards that insufferable coyote; only pleasure. Her body moved with unfamiliar instinct, shifting so as to not let the eggs pile up, inert as they were. The most base part of her mind didn't know that, and as such, every moment was treated with as much love and attention as the constant thunderous shakes and tremors of ecstasy could allow for.

Then it was over. Lilian's mind was left cloudy and diffuse, only slowly clearing up like the air after a storm. She fell over onto her side with a thud as the last egg squelched out of her, utterly exhausted.

"Good show," someone said.

"Should give her another clutch," someone else replied.

That was when the coyote walked past again. He picked up a single one of Lilian's eggs, wiped it off on her shirt, and slipped it into his pocket with the same, insufferable grin. "That's a lot of eggs I gave you, isn't it? Oh, well. Something more the janitors to clean up, one's enough for the trophy shelf."

"T-trophy... fuck, you're way more advanced than I am!" Lilian growled, though she was too weak to as much as stand up yet. "It's hardly a trophy!"

The coyote wiggled his whiskers. "Still conquered you, so it's a valid trophy. Have fun putting yourself back together!" he laughed, loudly, as he left her lying there again.

Thankfully, someone more merciful helped her clean up and lay down on a nearby bench to recuperate for a few minutes, leaving her covered with a warm, fuzzy towel conjured from the castle's many curtains and drapes. The curious crowd quickly dissipated, finally leaving Lilian alone in blissful silence. For a few minutes, at least, until she felt ready to stand up again.

Despite her exhaustion, and deep, deep humiliation, Lilian forced herself to stow those feelings into some dark, neglected drawer of her heart. There was a plethora of emotions that she needed to process, one way or another. Lilian pinched the bridge of her muzzle. She wasn't sure how she felt. On one hand she'd been humiliated beyond belief twice today, and felt both furious and ready to cry, and now she was still shaking with adrenaline, too. On the other, she'd cum so many times that everything she felt was tinged with lust, as if dipped in arousal. Though she tried to suppress those feelings, she couldn't; laying the eggs had felt fantastic.

It had been a rough day, to say the last. A rough _two_days. What Lilian needed, she concluded, was to talk to a friend, and in private, ideally far away from everyone else. While her roommates were an idea, her thoughts kept circling back to Reynard and his modest attitude, his handsome and slender muzzle, his firm body and his fiery orange fur. He seemed friendly enough, too, and... well, his familiar had helped her earlier. So soon enough, Lilian was knocking on his door.

"Lilian?" Reynard asked as he opened the door, his eyes going wide at the sight of her. "Um, come in, yeah?"

She did so, and sat down next to him in the small room he'd been assigned. At least his wasn't shared with anyone else; it seemed most of the men got their own little holes whereas the women had to share. Just another weird thing about the Grand, Lilian supposed.

"I hate this place," she finally sighed. "Well, _some_of this place at least."

"Yeah, it's kind of weird isn't it," Rey replied. His ears drooped as he realized that this wasn't an entirely happy visit. "Compared to the real world anyway. Being pregnant with eggs must feel awful."

"Better than being pregnant with a baby and then taking care of it for 18 years but like, why the hell is any of that even acceptable?" Lilian vented. "Why can't we have an open academy without these bizarre rules?"

Truth be told, she felt better just being near her crush of a fox. Though her frustrations were perfectly real, they weren't deep-set enough to bother her on any deeper level. It was simply a part of studying here. As was whatever vengeance she'd wreak, later on. Already she was imagining something like turning that idiot dog into stone in the bathrooms, or maybe outside for the birds.

"Tell me about it. I mean it's happened to me too. Not the eggs, but like, I was just studying in the common rooms, a senior girl walked by, and then the next moment my tongue was sore and tasted like... well, you know," Rey explained, suddenly a little bashful about the expletives despite the hypersexual nature of the place.

"Ugh, tell me about it. The first thing my roommates did was fuck me, too," Lilian commiserated.

"Yeah! And like, it feels like we're the only ones here who aren't totally sex-crazed and- bwuhh," Reynard began, and then trailed off with a blank expression on his face. His faerie dragon appeared in a puff of glitter, giggling.

"And that's enough of that boring sad and sappy bonding talk! We're here to fuck," she emphasized. "I mean, romance is nice and all, I guess, but you can make that happen later and he was totally going to say how much he liked you. Hey, Rey, take off your pants for her."

He obeyed, peeling his pants off with stiff, clumsy fingers, as if he couldn't quite figure out how or why he was doing it. The motion revealed bulging tight boxer-briefs, and when commanded to remove those as well, a rather girthy-looking vulpine cock sticking out hard and needy.

"I kinda wanted to hear it," Lilian sighed. "You know, how much he likes me?"

"Yeah, yeah, emotional this and emotional that and you need a friend, but let me tell you what you actually need. Look here. See? The boys always get so horny when you strip them down to the basics," the dragoness tittered. "And here's the part where you trust me! You should ride his cock! You know how horny all the boys here are, it's time for you to be the big bad cheetah!"

"Um, really? But he's... he's not exactly... he didn't do anything to me," Lilian stuttered. "And we were talking!"

At the same time, she desperately wanted to take her frustrations out on someone, and the fox was smoking hot from top to toe. Including that shiny cock that'd no doubt feel amazing inside her.

There was also the question of what the faerie dragon would do if she didn't trust her. Which might range from nothing to turning her into a toad or something, Lilian reasoned. It still felt a little wrong. But wasn't that how everything worked here at the academy? Hadn't they all agreed to being treated in exactly this way?

Or was she breaking Reynard's trust, doing this?

"Just loooook at him," the faerie dragon crooned. "He totally wants it. Just doesn't dare to show it before I shut his brains down. Trust me, it'll feel great! Now be a good girl, hop up, take a ride!"

_ Lilian moved closer. To her surprise, the thought was getting to her. She could feel her panties clinging to her pussy, which only ever happened when she was getting a bit too horny for her own good. She _deserved this, didn't she? The only reason Reynard was talking to her was hoping that he'd get into her pants later, so it was only natural that she took what she wanted first.

She slowly pulled her skirt up and tugged her panties to the side, sighing at just how wet she actually was. Soaked, of course, and not just from the earlier embarrassment and humiliation she'd been through today. Having this kind of power over someone she was truly attracted to was a heady high, an addictive sexual rush. And Rey stared at her with those blank but lust-glazed eyes, full of stark unspoken desire to sink his beautiful cock into her pussy.

"Yeah! You go, girl! Take what you need! Woo, girl power!" the dragoness cheered and goaded, perhaps laying it on a little too thick, but at the same time, Lilian's attention was fixated on something different, now.

Lilian waved a hand in front of Rey's face, just to make sure he didn't react at all. That he was actually as dumbed down as the faerie dragon insisted, and wouldn't remember anything. Then, she slowly straddled him, climbing into his lap and pushing him back against the couch.

Gods, really can't believe I'm doing this, she repeated in her head, but Lilian was already burning up with desire. Maybe it was because of other factors, but there was no denying that she was about to take advantage of her burgeoning romantic interest. Not like he wouldn't do the same. It's better this way anyway, so he won't start demanding it more often.

Briefly, Rey seemed to stir, focusing his eyes on her, but then, the dragoness tapped him on the muzzle with a brightly enunciated "boop", and he fell backwards again, fully dazed by whatever spell she had cast. And at the same time, his cock throbbed, jerking hard enough that the tip bumped against Lilian's clit. She shuddered at the heat of that brief contact.

"Don't worry, he's not going to remember anything except feeling real good! I do this to him all the time," his familiar giggled, and then perched on Lilian's shoulder as the cheetah slowly nudged the fox's tip inside her. It felt wonderful, exactly what she'd needed. Pleasure on her terms.

With that first taboo broken she let gravity take over and groaned happily as she let herself slip all the way down onto Rey's wonderful cock. He felt so warm inside her, rubbing every sensitive spot at once, and stretching her just enough in that magical way that made her juices run like a faucet. Like they were made for each other.

"Gods, yes," she hissed, and began to slowly rock herself back and forth, hips twitching and gyrating as she surrendered to that burning need, banishing the implications of what she was doing from her head. And at the same time, perhaps forgetting some far more mundane consequences that might result from what she was doing. But it felt too good to care in that moment.

Lilian slowly worked up a quick, needy rhythm as she rode, rubbing her clit with one hand while steadying herself with the other, faster and faster, soaking the fox's groin with her lust as she took what she wanted. He felt so incredibly hard and thick inside her, and each moment was better than the last, each buck of her hips making the pleasure resonate and cascade inside her, reaching greater and greater heights. Lilian moaned out with joy, clutching the mostly unconscious Rey against herself with passionate, carnal desire that she could no longer suppress or deny. Oh, she was almost there, just a few seconds longer.

By now, the faerie dragon was quiet. She was floating in the air as if entirely weightless, sustaining the dumbing-down spell that she'd cast on Rey, while fingering her tiny little slit eagerly as she watched. Lilian didn't normally like being watched, but she was too far gone to care. That beautiful, quaking, explosive orgasm was just a few bounces away. She, imagining that Rey was actually aware of what was happening, and that they were doing this like lovers, caught his lips in an enthusiastic, breathy kiss and pulled his muzzle against her own, moaning into his mouth in the throes of passion as she teetered just the edge of orgasm.

And then, she stumbled over it, burying her face in Rey's long fur to quiet the moans as a beautiful orgasm wracked her body, leaving her almost blacking out as her body quivered and spasmed around his cock, flooding her entire being with that wonderful electric glow of an orgasm. Even in the heat of the moment, she could feel his cock swelling inside her.

On some level she realized that she should've gotten off him, then, but her orgasm was still surging through her, and the feeling of his knot spreading her wider and wider was so intoxicating that she couldn't. This time, there would be no escape. He throbbed, in that familiar telltale rhythm that she recognized far too well from all her other times with men, each throb followed by a very intimate and soothing kind of heat deep in her body.

"Goddammit," she yelped, trying to pull herself off when she realized what was happening, but she was well and truly stuck on Reynard's knot. Lilian glanced at the fox's familiar, who was giggling with the same post-orgasmic silliness to her voice.

"Well, I didn't say you had to tie or breed yourself on his cock," she tittered, rolling through the air in sheer amusement. "Gods, you're almost as simple-minded as that stupid wolf of yours!"

Lilian grumbled, quickly casting another egg-ward on herself, hoping that none of Rey's eager little swimmers had slipped deep enough into her fertile body yet. No doubt she'd have another "delightful" clutch from this at best. She cursed her own lustiness, but the real bitterness came as the ecstasy of her climax slowly faded and she was left with the stark realization of what she'd actually done.

She'd come here for a shoulder to cry on, or at least to vent her frustrations to someone, and she'd ended up taking advantage of him instead. The academy was getting to her. She was no better than the idiot who had fucked her yesterday.

"At least keep him dumbed down until I'm off, please," she sighed.

"Oh, you know it, I'm always happy to help a fellow slut," the faerie-dragon exclaimed with entirely too much glee. "Besides, you'll be here again, doing this when you get too horny, so we can't have him be angry at you, can we?"

Lilian cast the diminutive dragoness a withering glance, but at the same time, the cheetah knew perfectly well that there was risk that she was right. Either way, if there was anything the last two days had taught her, it was that she needed to study more. Her ley-wolf would be free soon and no doubt that senior asshole would attempt to break her protective ward to properly fuck his cubs into her next time.

As with everyone else, the academy left her with no other choice than more. She had to learn more, take more of what she wanted, and she needed more power. She sat there, on Reynard's cock, as she thought about it all. At least the fox looked rather adorable. But every time she gazed into his unfocused yellow eyes, she felt a pang of guilt for what she'd done. That guilt, she'd have to purge from herself if she was going to remain here. Sacrifices, sacrifices. How much of herself would even remain by the time she finished as a full-fledged mage?

It was certainly something to consider while she waited for Reynard's knot to finish its job. But maybe she'd take the fox on a date, at least. Normally these things happened the other way around - date first, then sex - but at least it was something. Lilian sighed, leaning against her dumbfounded lover, and closed her eyes for just a few moments.