So, as it turned out, life at the Academy of Magic wasn't anything like I expected it would be, or like any of other apprentices must have thought it would, either. I think, anyways.
For the most part, we were pretty much just so much menial labor. We were expected to learn cantrips that were useful for the daily functioning and upkeep of the entire campus, and we had numerous daily chores. What we couldn't get done by magic we were expected to do the old-fashioned way, which I guess was incentive to be creative with the applications of our spells.
As far as outsiders went, the designation "the Academy" referred to everything inside the walls of the campus, but to us apprentices, it meant only the one three-story building we lived in, which was only one of several buildings within the walls. There was another three-story building outwardly identical to ours where non-magical staff lived, and there were a series of work-shops, a stable and a smithy as well. There were also two towers on the grounds.
Our instructors lived in the shorter, squatter one, which we knew as Headquarters, or just HQ. The arch-mage and his personal staff lived in the much taller one, which we called the Palace. None of us had yet to lay eyes on the arch-mage, who was apparently only nominally connected with the workings of the academy.
Our daily list of chores came from Diedre each morning. She was sufficiently advanced in her studies to be considered something more than an apprentice, but was apparently not yet fully recognized as a wizard, and she stayed in the Academy among us. Once every few days an instructor would come over from HQ, and provide a lesson. Sometimes it was a lecture, sometimes a demonstration, and sometimes a test on how we were progressing, but there certainly didn't seem to be any sense of urgency or timeframe we were supposed to be meeting to advance in our careers.
Most evenings, after supper, Diedre would often summon some or all of us to the common room for 'further instruction'. This was my favorite part of being an apprentice. I mean, sure- for a gutter rat like me, just having a bed, let alone a blanket, and three square meals a day was enough to be happy about, but Diedre was a flat-out freak, Which suited me just fine, mind you. Since none of the other lessons ever had a sexual tinge to them, I imagined that it must just be that Dierdre was some sort of nymphomaniac, but then again maybe this was something most people just didn't know about magic or something.
"If you read the description of the spell 'Unseen Servant", Diedre intoned, 'the text specifies a 'mindless, shapeless force that performs simple tasks." However, as you have no doubt begun to learn here in your studies, every spell and cantrip is a reflection of the caster, and rarely are the results precisely identical. For example, observe the Unseen Servant I've created here. Certainly, it is capable of only the simplest of tasks: in this case dusting the shelves."
We all nodded appreciatively at the feather duster slowly working its way around the multitude of bookshelves surrounding the classroom.
"Yet, this servant is unique to me." Diedre went on. "I've cast this spell nearly every night for nearly two years. Many would expect that it remains simply a simple, shapeless force, as stated in the spell. Jamie, I want you to go up behind the Servant and feel it's material form."
I jumped up. So far, this evening hadn't been terribly exciting, but I had a feeling that might be about to change. I walked up to a spot behind the floating feather duster and tentatively reached out a hand until I felt something. "Here it is!" I announced, then reached out with both hands to grasp about where I thought a torso might be.
"It's cylindrical," I noted aloud. "About the circumference of a person, I guess. Um... it doesn't seem to have a head. And....it seems like only it only has the one arm holding the duster."
I glanced over at Diedre, wondering if I was doing what she wanted. She grinned, her eyes blazing with merriment. "Reach down. To where a groin might be."
I returned the grin and did so. The thing didn't feel alive- there was no movement of muscle or shift of weight, but there was a sort of warmness to it. Well, maybe not warmth, but maybe some sort of low-grade electricity or something. I found what she had obviously wanted me to. "Hey- it's got a cock! A long one. Hard, too."
Diedre clapped her hand delightedly. "Exactly! Now, if you stick to the limitations of the spell description, this should be impossible, and the servant should just be a shapeless form. But, since I require it to have a hard on, it does. Now granted, it's not the best fuck in the world, but it's better than just shoving a dildo up your cunt night after night. Go ahead, class- go explore it."
Tentatively, the rest of the class came to gather around the invisible thing in front of me. As their wandering hands took over, I stepped away to watch.
Linus, my half-elf roommate, was obviously the most entranced. And, being the horny little twink that he was, he naturally stuck the invisible prick right down his mouth right away. Diedre had obviously had the thing stop in its dusting, and I could tell by the way Linus' cheeks began to puff in and out that the thing was thrusting its non-existent hips.
Linus was pulled away by the big, muscular half-orc. "Hey, perv- how about letting us all check it out?" She growled. Sometimes Greta could get downright surly, and Linus raised his hands meekly in a parody of self-defense. I half expected Linus' boyfriend Bastion to be the next to check out the equipage, because I knew how much he loved cock, but it turned out to be Angie that stepped nearer. She was also a half-elf like Linus, but where he was pale and red-headed, her skin was the color of copper, and her hair was like spun gold, especially when in sunlight.
Where Linus' face had been lustful, Angie was merely thoughtful. Her hands only briefly lingered on the invisible cock, then quickly fluttered about to measure the entire servant. I had to admit to being a little disappointed, because when she did get all horned up she was about the sexiest thing I could imagine.
As my other classmates took their turns exploring the effects of the spell, Diedre went on. "Remember, the real lesson here is that to a certain extent, magic is specific to the caster. My servant, who I refer to as Ives, by the way, is only different from any other Unseen Servant to a very small degree, and other than a bit of pumping is no better or worse than any other. Whether I'm calling up the same force every time I summon Ives or if its an entirely new bunch of energy being summoned each time is a matter of conjecture, and perhaps bears further study, but the end result is undeniably unique to my casting."
Well, hell. This was just getting boring, I thought to myself.
