Higher Learning
A request that I did for Ryusho Yosei on FA :3
Higher Learning
By Luther
Since the events after his time on the Isle of Kinoa, life was something to readjust to for Ryusho. One day he had just appeared in his home with a crackle and a flash to find a couple of furs squatting there. How long was he gone? It didn't take long for him to chase them out and get everything back the way he remembered it, or close enough at least. He did what he could to spruce up the old cottage house though most of the outbuildings had been pilfered.
The biggest problem in his way was the one between his legs. During his time on the island he had developed quite a pair there and he wasn't quite sure if he knew how to . . . undevelop them, if he could even bring himself to. The draconic orbs here carried were big enough that they just dragged along the ground no matter what posture he used to carry himself. His answer came in the form of a wheelbarrow and a special apron for when he had to go indoors, one he could tie off to let the thick, smooth fabric slide over the ground instead of having to drag those things around unprotected. It worked well enough.
The next couple of weeks he tried to reintegrate himself with the community. Beforehand he used to tutor locals and travelers in the arts of philosophy, the natural sciences, arithmetic, history, and foreign tongues as well as the odd magical art whenever someone would show up possessing some minor talent. He had a hard time regaining his clients, finding many had moved on after his absence and others didn't trust his new and unseemly appearance.
None of this was to mention his loss in credibility. For a while none really believed his stories. His sudden appearance didn't lend much given that he was a known wizard. Even before he left he was known for being a bit of a pervert but one respectable in all other fields. Him showing up with such bawdy and ridiculous stories only convinced most that he had finally gone mental.
But while he had given up on his stories, they had attracted another kind of audience entirely. There were a number who believed him -or at least wanted to believe him- who, after a long time, made themselves known. A quiet knock on his front door one evening just before the sun retired over the mountains was the first he knew of them. Opening his door revealed a quartet dressed in simple dark clothes and caps.
First came the obvious, on what they were doing here. His house was not exactly close to anything and he was not accustomed to having unscheduled visitors. They volunteered their business before he could ask it.
"Mister Ryusho?" came a voice in the dark. "That magic you were talking about usin' on that island. Do you still know it?"
"I think I might . . ." answered Ryusho.
He did. He just didn't want to answer one way another just yet. The first thing he did was to make sure there was nothing crooked about such a meeting. But these didn't seem the type to show up late because what they did was illegal, they were here because they genuinely wanted to learn and maybe didn't want the rest of the town knowing. No, he recognized in their eager eyes and faces fellow deviants like himself. Nothing at all wrong with furthering their education and so he let them in.
Introductions were had. Among them was a snowshoe hare named Jasmine, a bright girl whose delicate features were offset by her rather large feet. There was a raven named Devin, he had sharp eyes but was blunted of beak. A shy orange tiger boy followed, named Vincent and looked to be of nineteen winters. Lastly was a chestnut filly called Tamara with a proud equine stature.
It was soon discovered his suspicions were correct in that they were indeed kindred spirits. Seats were taken, cups of hot tea were passed, and talk was had. As it happened, while Ryusho lost his previous patrons, his experiences while he was gone lent themselves heavily to an entirely new market. The four who came to visit were only representative of a far larger group who were deeply interested in form altering magic but these were here on a personal matter. They wanted lessons for themselves.
At length, Ryusho agreed. In part because he could use the money for his craft did not quite pay for itself and partly because he would like another chance to practice those types of spells for fear of forgetting or growing rusty in their use. He gathered them up and took them out to a building across the way from his actual domicile. It was a building that in theory was reserved for guests and could easily be converted into such but in these days he had fewer guests and, more often than not, used it as a sort of workshop. It was just perfect for this need.
Practice what you know was how the old adage went. While Ryusho could fill a night with all kinds of frivolity, these people knew what they wanted. Might as well get right to the meat and potatoes, so to speak. So when he had them reconvened they pushed chairs to the walls and cleared the center floor.
"I had figured that it would be easier to show first rather than try to explain everything at once," the dragon began reasonably enough. "So I think I might like a volunteer to help me demonstrate one I used extensively on my time . . . abroad."
The raven proved to be the most eager, bolting upright from his seat no sooner had Ryusho finished talking. He crossed the floor quickly to stand beside his new teacher. Ryusho was impressed. "Alright then," he continued. "Now, if you could disrobe . . ."
That didn't take much either. Devin undid the clasps on his walking cloak and it fell to the ground. He was wearing nothing underneath, understandable considering what they were here for if maybe a little risky. But what fun comes without risk? The dragon took this as his cue, shot the bird a reassuring smile, and leaned in to cradle his hanging package with his own scaled hand. There was a substantial amount here already and his glossy blue-tinged black feathers covered even his nuts in a soft down. After a few moments of fondling which was entirely unnecessary to the spell (not that they knew that), he began to finally channel the familiar manna through his hands.
The combination of his ministrations and magic had the raven boy already growing stiff, his pinkish flesh working its way into the open to pulse merrily larger and larger. Though it was far overshadowed by the pair below, which followed the contour of the front of his legs held tight together. Ryusho withdrew his hands along with a sticky strang of bird pre and smiled. Now all they had to do was watch. They were swelling mostly in front, billowing out for all to see and the raven couldn't help but feel his pride growing along with them, gladly showing off. Still, Devin tried to stand perfectly so, to be a good example for observation for his fellows.
There they stood in relative silence, listening to Devin's grunts and groans, trying to take as much note as they could. The bird's knees began quivering and he broke his stance to reach forward and hold up his gravid balls, buying himself a fleeting moment of relief. He would, of course, squander it by fondling himself. He stood focused intently on his crotch, how absolutely fantastic the dragon's magic felt, how they rolled back and forth in his hands. While Devin busied himself with that, Ryusho snapped back to reality from staring intently as he realized someone wanted his attention.
"So, mister Ryusho, when is it going to stop?" Vincent the tiger asked.
"Stop?" the dragon blinked.
"Yeah, you know," chimed Tamara. "How big does each casting make him? It seems to be awful much for once."
"Oh that, well it isn't exactly a charge," Ryusho explained. "It is simply sustained."
"Well, how do you un-sustain it?" said Jasmine, a little concern in her voice.
A bit of silence.
"Mister Ryusho?" she asked again.
"I -er, I . . ."
"Well how in blazes are you sustaining it then?" Devin asked, a little nervous to the growing weight between his legs. Everyone in the room took note that he has surrendered to it, having to get on his knees to support it with the floor. It would seem like he had no answer at all until at last he spoke up.
"I honestly haven't the foggiest."
There was a look of incredulousness on everyone's face. Except for the raven, he was too busy trying to stay up and keep his hands off himself. It was plenty apparent that the dragon's magic worked to ensure the victim loved every moment of their expansion. The raven's cock was leaking thick strands onto the ground. Nearly all heads turned to the dragon.
For the life of himself, Ryusho could not remember how to stop it. Come to think of it he never remembered actually stopping such an effect himself. It was usually something else that halted the growth. Did the island take that knowledge when he was sent back or did he never actually know in the first place?
Devin was growing faster now, having lost the battle of self-control, he was running both hands and wings along his length, eyes half-lidded in ecstasy. Uncertain glances were exchanged throughout the room as the bird's growing, heaving package approaching his own height, even as it spread along the ground. The good news was this allowed Devin to stand back up, the bad news is that he was now attached to a mass of downy ballsac the size of a small carriage. Space was becoming a prize commodity as a nearby chair found itself on the wrong side of the massive orbs, slipped beneath the advancing flesh, folded under it, and a dull crunching sound was the last heard from it. Within seconds they were beginning to cover a table, knocking shelves from the wall, pushing larger objects aside, all fuel to be consumed and feed the fire growing within Devin, his eyes turned up in joy.
Even from here Ryusho could see they weren't just growing in size but density as well from how easily they demolished everything around them. They weren't just getting bigger, they were getting fuller. The dragon felt something odd between his own legs, a very familiar stirring from watching the bird helplessly grow into such size and potency. He himself was beginning to undergo a bit of swelling. Knowing what was likely to happen if he stayed there and seeing no end in sight on Devin's own progress he had to make a decision.
"Alright everyone, let's take this outside. Quickly!" He encouraged.
With that they leapt from their seats. There was nothing he could do to stop this and he knew it. In a mad rush, the dragon scrambled to rescue everything irreplaceable he could: a couple of books, his pack, a bottle or two of some of the more dangerous reagents, notes and samples for a personal experiment of his. He couldn't tarry for long though, as the ever encroaching wall of black feathered flesh pushed on and on. A brightly painted cushioned rocking bench, one of his favorites to sip tea in on a cold day, was right in its warpath. Often he would take refuge in it while waiting for one of his experiments to bear fruit or to have a comfortable place from which to communicate with extraplanar creatures.
"No, no. Not my bench!" he cried.
He hooked his claws desperately around it to drag it through the door, having forgotten it won't fit and was assembled inside the house some years ago. At last seeing it was useless, and in answer to the concerned and persistent Vincent tugging on his arm, he abandoned it to save himself.
It was a bit of a pained experience for Ryusho to hear it crunch and snap like everything else in the cottage but to the raven it was nothing more than a tickle. But now there was a new problem, discovered halfway through the doorway. He was stuck. Ryusho's own size was steadily increasing and it did not permit him exit. He craned his neck back to see what he could feel: his own sloshing balls were stuck on the threshold, simply too wide!
"Oh for cryin' out loud!" Tamara yelled, caught behind the dragon. Now she too could see their supposed teacher was also succumbing to enlargement. She found herself between not one but two massive pairs that threated to smash her flat.
Both the tiger and hare could see Ryusho's predicament and they wheeled in place, turning to grab hold of his arms to help pull him through. The mare dug her hooves into the floor and pushed with everything she had to force him, spurred on by the sight of the looming black walls of maleness behind her. She was exceptionally strong but most of her effort amounted as much to a massage as leverage which only forced the dragon bigger and bigger and bigger until -crack! The wooden post gave way, buckled in defeat against the dragon's mighty balls. All of them tumbled clear of the door and onto the cool grass, Tamara especially clambering to safety.
They looked behind them. Not just the door but every window was soon filled with Devin's blue-black feathers and the quivering mass behind them, bulging from them slightly at first and blowing out the windows, then more pronounced as he kept growing. It was when the stone walls of the very house itself started to bow outward that Ryusho thought he'd lose the whole thing when it shuddered and stopped. A distinct moaning sound could be heard coming from inside, it sounded like Devin was still fine and still enjoying every moment of it, whether he wanted to or not.
Then the bulging sides of the blackbird's balls began to quiver, contact, expand, and contract again. A brick was shaken loose of its mortar on the chimney, falling and hitting the flagstones below with a loud crack that got everyone's attention. Then just a moment later a geyser of white came erupting out of the chimney like some natural hot spring . . . though as the second and third sprays shot forth it began to resemble more of a volcano. The whole stack was dancing and shaking as if it couldn't quite contain it all. That turned out to be exactly the case as the entire thing collapsed and fell outward, around what was a core of throbbing raven cockflesh, bright red and still spewing into the air.
Free and uninhibited, it continued unabated, blanketing the area in a shower of white rain, flooding the nearby grass, and coating the roof with the overflow between blasts. Ryusho and company had retreated to what they deemed to be a safe distance, watching him still go in the background.
"Oh no, oh no. My workshop! My workshop . . ." he sighed at last. "Oh well. I was thinking of making a new one anyway." The dragon gave a dismissive wave. It might take a bit of time but he could have the building itself rebuilt by a pair of stony elementals who owed him a favor.
"Don't you worry, professor," Jasmine reassured him. "If the rest of your spells are half that potent then we'll make sure you have no problem paying for that house five times over."
Yes, he always had plenty of other spells.