Chapter 21 - Timelapse
I suppose summer did turn to fall, in a way. The trees took on shades or orange-though never bothering to actually fall off the tree. The temperature didn't change much either. Every day was perfectly warm enough to comfortably sit outside naked if one wanted to. Eveyone's best guess was that this was kind of the point. Still, I wasn't going to complain about the lack of cold.
Of course, this also made it possible to continue having our minor bodily transformation classes outside. Today, Daava and I had broken off to our regular spot in the woods for one-on-one tutoring. At that moment, she had hold of both of my very cow-like horns. Her pants were off, and she had momentarily rested her clipboard and pen on my back. With a hand on either horn, she pulled me down between her legs until I was perfectly positioned with her girlcock resting on my forehead. I knew what this position meant by that time, and got to work licking her balls and occasionally taking one in my mouth to suck.
Letting out a satisfied sigh, Daava picked up her clipboard and began to orate her notes as she scribbled on it. "At this point, the horns and tail don't disappear or even change. Your utters are progressing beautifully-and they were a good idea for upping your maximum volume of milk. What surprises me, however, are your hips."
I looked up at her curiously, feeling precum trailing along my eyebrow from where her stiffening girlstick had brushed against it.
Daava patted me on the head and then once again pulled me by the horns so my face was pressed entirely to her crotch. Then she continued, "We haven't put any magic toward those, and yet they have taken to growing out in proportion to the rest of you. I think ... I think this might really be working! All the classes, the highly specified minor quests, all of it is coming together and now manifesting inside of you. My joining magic is hardly even necessary anymore. Your own magical essence has become its own catalyst for the changes."
As I reached my tongue to lick the underside of Daava's scrotum, my eyes still brightened in surprise. I certainly wasn't sure that I was using my magic to do any of the things she was describing. But that Daava believed that all our efforts were paying off made me feel relieved beyond measure. So it was with extra gusto that I took one of her balls in my mouth and began swirling my tongue around it.
"Mmm, that's so nice," Daava said, placing a hand on my head as if to steady herself. "Which reminds me ... there is a special set of minor quests coming up. These will last a week, and be all the requests sent in from the further reaches of the kingdom. Students usually take these on in pairs ... and I was wondering ... if maybe you would like to have yours with me? I ask because there isn't any particular one that I think would help with our project. Actually, I thought maybe it would be a good time to, uhm, have time together just to ... well ... be together."
Without thinking I pulled my head up to face Daava, and then went in to press my lips against hers. I tasted her mouth-warm and with a flavor almost like peppers. I could feel her slightly pointed teeth pressed against my lips. Half a moment after, I worried about it being unpleasant that I probably tasted like her crotch. But Daava grabbed me forcefully by the back of my head and kissed me deeper. Her tongue invaded my mouth, seeming to explore every bit that it could reach ... and then just sliding over mine in almost a licking motion. I could feel and taste saliva trailed from her tongue into my mouth, as she seemed to claim it with her own.
Finally, Daava pulled away, wearing a smile more relaxed than I'd ever seen on her.
"To clarify ... that was a yes," I said with a big smile of my own.
"Such a good girl," Daava said before grabbing my neck again and going in for round 2.
-O-
Faublien and I walked side-by-side back toward Kink University in the early hours of the morning. We had gotten a minor-minor quest to figure out why a minotaur rancher near the Temple of Kavtagro was having no luck with his chickens laying eggs. He had assumed some minor curse or field of infertility being cast out by the temple. When we arrived, however, we immediately realized that all of his "chickens" had in fact been roosters (cocks, if you will). We told the farmer what the issue was (only to receive back what I assumed to be a racist rant about how all the baby chicks he's bought to start up this farm must have been magically turned into roosters by the much more successful imp rancher down the road), and then quickly departed.
"Well that was ..." I began to say, not entirely sure where I was going with the statement.
"Such an incredible waste of time!" Faublien huffed "Every single time I get a minor-minor quest, it turns out like this! Why can't it at least be some old lady who's lost her cat in a tree? At least then we would have accomplished
something."
I nodded, though I found myself not overly bothered. Even though it had been a couple months, I was still glad whenever I discovered that a quest involved neither water nor mines.
Suddenly, Faublien's expression turned frantic. "Shit, shit, shit," he said, nearly throwing himself at me.
I fumbled and grabbed onto him, looking all around for the oncoming danger until I spotted something else entirely. It was Boros and Bubbles walking toward us from a ways ahead.
I looked at Faublien, both of us still holding onto one another, and asked, "Are you just freaking out because Boros is headed this way?"
Faublien lifted one of his blue eyebrows at me. "What do you mean,
just?"
"You've already been speaking to him, just ask the guy out!" I said, separating us and briefly putting my hands on his shoulders to hold him in place.
"We spoke in a
group
setting," Faublien said, panicking like a teen with a crush. "Mystery was there ... and you and Daava were in the back-all of us just going to the same place. Besides, they're probably busy with a quest, we're going the opposite direction! We can just wave casually and move on. Right? Right!"
Not if I had anything to do with it, I thought to myself. I glanced around for inspiration, my eyes settling on the enchanted rope still resting on Faublien's hip. I pointed at it and said, "Teach me how to use that."
Faublien furrowed his brow. "Now? We're almost back at the-"
"Yes, now," I said, and before he could have time to realize what I was up to and stop me, I reached for the lasso and pulled it free. To my surprise, the rope reacted immediately to my touch and began to coil around my wrist-pulling free from Faublien's belt.
"No, no, that's not how-" Faublien began to say, but was distracted by his own attempts to get the lasso under control. It was a bit late for that now, though. The coil of rope sprung free from his grasp and began looping around my arm and weaving itself into knots.
In a moment of panic, I flailed and whipped the free end of the rope around wildly. This turned out to be my biggest mistake. When the free end of the rope inevitably wrapped around my back and hit my other arm, it immediately began the same process. In a matter of moments, it managed to slide itself away from Faublien's attempts to reassert control and into another series of knots. Using these knots as points of leverage, the rope began to winch my arms together behind me.
