Daava—seated on the saddle I had previously assumed to be a weird backpack—rode atop me as I walked. Her position allowed her to straddle her warm legs along my sides and under my arms when they were lowered. As I walked along in my room, I felt a gentle tug from one of my earrings—urging me to turn. Yes, the previous lead had now been turned into a reins. And I was being led to the door like a horse. Or, like what I had seen in pictures of more rural areas, a riding cow.
"Hold," Daava said, softly but authoritatively once we reached the door. When I stopped, she leaned her hand in front of me, presenting more of the milk candies I had tasted before from Hyrranesus.
Without thinking, I leaned to eat the candy from her hand. The candy was nice ... though it didn't quite compare to being able to touch my lips to Daava's skin.
"Good girl ... now just stay a moment," Daava said and began to shuffle herself around. I then felt her open up yet another hidden pocket in the back of my cow-print undershirt, slightly above my bra-line. I didn't understand what this hole could possibly be for until I felt the heat of something partially rigid against the bare skin of my back. It was her girlstick!
My own tingled and I froze in place. I wasn't sure what I was expected to do ... and found myself begin to panic a bit. Not that I didn't like this, I most certainly did. But I didn't know what was expected of me—what was okay and what wasn't. Would I do or say something wrong in my inexperience? I felt beads of sweat on my skin.
"Hush ... calm," Daava said, placing her hands on the sides of my head so that she covered my ears. Oddly, this felt very reassuring. And I could still hear her muffled voice as she continued, "Don't worry. Nobody will be able to see. When I am finished with my instructions, you will open the door and continue on like this is entirely normal. If you feel at any point like this is not what you want, you will use your safeword and I will dismount, and simply hold your hand as we make our way on our journey. If you want to be even more covert, you will say you need to make a bathroom stop. Then we'll talk in private. For now, are you alright with this?"
I paused for a moment to think. It was new to me ... and thus inherently a little scary. But, in truth, it felt nice. I liked being useful, having Daava close, and having her member touching my bare skin. So I gave a small nod and took a deep breath to calm my nerves.
"You're doing so well, Lilly," Daava said and then removed her hand from my ears. She reached in front of my mouth again, letting me take another candy.
I took it in my mouth and smiled. For a half-moment, I wondered if I felt my breasts perk up at the taste. Before I could really pay the question any mind, however, my thoughts were interrupted.
"Now, open the door," Daava said and patted me on the head.
I took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped back outside. Immediately, the sun and my nerves blinded me. For a moment, I grew fearful that I would be shamed, ridiculed, or told I was making someone uncomfortable. When I could finally see again, I realized that nobody was looking at me at all.
Instead, Faublien and Mystery were both staring longingly at another group of students not far away. It was another group of four—two humans, the bulltaur I'd seen at the auditorium, and a pink guplium. It took me a moment to remember what Faublien had said about his secret crush on the bulltaur—who was admittedly striking.
He had warm brown skin and the build of his absolutely ripped human-like upper torso was matched only by the muscle in his bull-like lower body. These were thick, functional muscles, it seemed, not ones from weightlifting or body-sculpting.. He was hairy, though the hair on the humanlike parts looked significantly softer. His most prominent feature, however, was the absolutely gargantuan thing swinging between his legs.
He was talking and laughing jovially at something said by one of the humans—one with very dark skin, a shaved head, and a black robe. Also picturesque, he was on the short side. Robe mostly open, he revealed absolutely beautiful pectorals uncovered underneath. Beneath those ... telltale pink scars which I also shared if for the opposite reason. He seemed to blush at the attention from the bull-taur, though seemed content enough with the company. Was this the guy that Mystery was pining over? Hottie ... plus trans ... I could see why.
First Faublien and then Mystery glanced in our direction after a moment-reminding me of what I was wearing and what was being pressed against my back.. I instinctively cringed defensively—trying to somehow shield myself from what criticism might come. But there was none.
Faublien walked behind me and pulled on a strap—which actually balanced Daava's weight a bit better. "This turned out well! Feel free to bring it back to the enchanting classroom when we get back. Seeing it gives me ideas for improvements."
Mystery simply brightened up and said, "So cute ... and kinda hot. I wish my guy had a saddle."
