New Advancements in Magic
As renowned adventurers and paramounts of their fields, Sabrith and Tayelle would often receive invitations to various guilds and academies to share their knowledge. While most of them were not truly worth the efforts and offered little in compensation, this most recent one was ever so tempting.
Varentell Academy was one of the few reputable true magical guilds focused on the development of mages. One imagines such facilities as these mysterious and ancient castles with mist circling spire rooves and stone soaked in deep in thousands of years of ancestral knowledge, but in truth these rarely exist. Most are to put it shortly scams, but not Varentell. Tayelle had always wished to attend such an amazing school but was just as happy now to have been offered a speaking role.
While it was a magical institute Sabrith was of course just as welcome to speak to her own experiences as many mages carried the expectation to eventually traverse a dungeon or two to help settle some of the corruptive forces festering inside those wretched halls.
The pair arrived mundanely by carriage. Tayelle had packed plenty of provisions even though their stay would only be a single night and a short speech the following day. Sabrith looked across the intricate stone work as her eyes crawled higher and higher counting the windows vertically stacked one after another until her neck could crane no further back. Tayelle had ventured straight to the double doors which lacked no less in height, tall enough for one to pull their two story home through.
Before either could get too carried away they were greeted by one of the guards, a woman in dark purple robes that observed a strict law that any thighs worth sharing need not be covered. Even Sabrith was shocked at the plumpness of them and how proudly they were displayed. “If you would please follow me, I will show you both to your rooms.”
“Of course!” Tayelle gave a giddy smile.
“You need to share your routine with me…” Sabrith blinked.
Perhaps the leg workouts were shared publically, for every guard and generic staff member they walked past were similarly dressed. It seemed as if the proctors and principals had certain tastes and would likely fire any pair of thighs thinner than a torso.
They were brought to the office of one of the senior instructors who were charged with managing the upcoming event the following day. The halls of the academy were made from white stone and dark wood with the floor at times turning crystalline to reveal water flowing below. A single knock at the door and the pair were pushed inside where Tayelle found herself gasping.
It was the first time her excitement had left her since she received the invitation. A snide smile greeted Tayelle with short wavey hair, antlers, and scales that decorated her neck and some of her face. She was a dragonkin and infamous sorcerer in her own right. She was Vilva Aguz and she was the newest member of the academy’s elite. As soon as Tayelle saw her she was overwhelmed with a terrible urge, but seeing that lovely necklace around Ms. Aguz’s neck suddenly made her feel a lot less frustrated. Sabrith felt the same as well, staring blankly in to the necklace. The door was closed.
“If you would both please undress. Academy policy I am afraid, can’t risk someone sneaking in a weapon.”
“No, no, that’s fair,” Tayelle remarked as she began unclasping buttons and pulling her outfit aside.
“Tayelle, do you know her?” Sabrith had a much simpler time since she wore less articles that were far less elaborate. She was naked by the time Tayelle replied.
“We were… rivals you might say…” Tayelle looked as if she was almost frustrated but failed to fully form the emotion, like closing a dog’s mouth before it barks. “Though I…” Tayelle turned from speaking with Sabrith and immediately her eyes were locked on to the necklace around Ms. Aguz’s neck. “Can’t remember… Too much…”
“That’s because you want to remain calm, of course,” Ms. Aguz remarked from behind her desk. “You both want to be on your best behavior of course…” She stood up. Her attire was ornate and sharp. High waist corset pants and a tight dress blouse… Gloves that clung to her clawed hands tight and felt cold when she grabbed one of Tayelle’s tits. Tayelle tried to growl again but failed, tried to make eye contact but couldn’t look away from the necklace. “A shame it’s been so long since we’ve had one of our spirited debates, Taytay. Remember our time in school? Or when you upstaged me? Or our first adventure together when you left me in that trap?”
“T-the trap?” Tayelle growled. “You mean like the one I’m in right now?”
“Yes, actually. The necklace is an enhanced version of that trap. I was forced stare at the wicked mural and have my mind corrupted and body changed. I was retrieved from that temple and Tayelle was nowhere to be seen. Do you have idea how embarrassed I was?”
“I had to go… and the monsters were everywhere… and after that—”
“After that you went and found your pretty wife and made yourself quite a life worth living,” the dragon smiled over at Sabrith. “Two precious kitties with all the reputation in the world. You must been so proud!” She laughed and gave Tayelle’s ass a firm squeeze. “But you know how pick them. I can tell by the vacant stare… you still like them big and dumb~” Ms. Aguz backed away and sat on her desk, legs spread so her bulge became painfully apparent. She snapped her fingers and Sabrith obeyed, walking over and then falling to her knees to bury her face in between those thick thighs.
“This is so much better than I ever imagined,” She snickered. “But, I can’t go quite overboard yet. You both have to fall yes… but not yet~”
Tayelle blinked.
It was hazy but… she was in their room. Crickets chirped outside. She walked foggily to the window as her head felt like it was filled with mud. She missed the window before managing to open it and peer outside. They were a few stories up and overlooking a small garden where water flowed and trees overlooked the serenading insects below. Tayelle gazed at the purple sky as the moon overtook the sun and shined light over the mountains and valley ahead.
Memories were difficult to conjure. For a moment she could reform what it was that happened to her but then it would swiftly dissipate like sand flowing between her fingers. She had met with the professor in charge of the program tomorrow and discovered it was Vilva! And then… they had what felt like a civil conversation though the details were hazy.
Tayelle sat on the edge of the bed, surprised to find Sabrith was already laying on her back and seemingly asleep. “Was the trip really that tiring for you?” Tayelle smiled. She laid a hand on Sabrith’s muscular leg and squeezed. A throb caught her attention.
A strange sensation rolled over her mind, all this confusion she was already feeling now further complicated, rain and snow and hail and wind in her head all at once. But overcoming it with the storm endurance of a typical courier was Tayelle’s paramount curiosity. She pinched Sabrith’s tabard and lifted the loin curtain.
Thick, throbbing, and dark, the start of a rubbery sheathe had begun to grow across Sabrith’s crotch like an invasive plant. Tayelle felt a blush rush over her face as she watched the magicks broil over Sabrith. The darker leathery tone overtook a precious patch were then an indent formed. The looser malleable skin made a cavern that grew darker and darker as it was folded over like a pastry. Tayelle felt a trickle down her thigh but couldn’t attend to any such feelings as she continued to gaze.
Near the center of the sheathe she saw the first sign of what was happening beneath. Sabrith let out a moan in her sleep, struggling as her hips began to jut. Two balls squeeze out from her loins below, filling the space between her legs as they grew fatter with every thrust. Sabrith lunged herself forward and stayed in place as a powerful current rushed through her system. Slowly, wetly, the head of something terrible pushed out from Sabrith’s loins.
Pushing and pushing, a tower erupted from Sabrith’s legs with sluggish yet phenomenal might. It pushed until it was heavy and tall enough to sag and then it would jolt to firmer conditions with a mighty throb only to sag again as it grew too big for the previous surge of rigidity. Over and over this cycle repeated until the sheathe had been entirely spread and its sole and most mighty resident had grown tall enough to leave a loving dollop of pre across Sabrith’s abs and kiss the underside of her tits, of course succeeding in dirtying her clothes as much as anything.
Tayelle knew something was wrong, in fact in her mind in earliest cognition she formed all the pre-thought needed to communicate that Sabrith had grown a horse cock. But… when it came time to share what happened. “S-Sab! Something’s wrong!”
Sabrith awoke as instructed and seemed even less aware. “What… besides you waking me up from my first good sleep all week.”
Tayelle gulped as if her throat was sore. “T-there is just… just trust me something’s wrong with you!”
“Did you wake me up to criticize me?”
“N-no!” Tayelle gripped Sabrith’s cock. “It’s… this! Whatever this is… you…?”
“Yes?” Sabrith did not react to the surge electric jolt of pleasure that almost made her arch her spine. Her facial expression did not change but tears of pleasure surged from her eyes and her breath hitched higher. “What exactly?”
“This!” Tayelle began to jerk it off. “This damn you!”
“This?!” Sabrith grew frustrated. “T-T-Tay!” Sabrith’s eyes threatened to close or roll back in her head as the overwhelming pleasure grappled with her underwhelming reactions. “I have no ffffucking idea what y-you’re… hrngh…” Sabrith bit her lip as Tayelle’s fumbling with her newly sensitive cock only hastened a mighty and unrelenting—
Seed spilled from the head. It shot hard and mighty. A bit met the ceiling and left a new paint job in its wake. The rest simply spilled across Sabrith’s clothes as Tayelle had the sense to step away as the sole person permitted to seemingly react. Sabrith had a bit of cum on her cheek but seemed unable to wipe it away, only giving Tayelle a stern, unimpressed look.
“Well… did you get it?”
“I… suppose I did.”
Sabrith rose from the bed, her new appendage hanging loosely as its rigidity slowly waned and it began to hang with a touch less eagerness. It slowly receded though seemed reluctant to completely vanish. “Mmm, I feel a big groggy. I must have been sweating during my nap. Those long trips always knock the tired out of me,” Sabrith looked to the window without much care for her new anatomy. “Night already? Well, late sunset. I better go fetch a shower and see if I can get tired again in time for bed. Maybe see if there are training grounds for physical exercises? That should tucker me out.”
“Just… make sure you cover up…” Tayelle clumsily asked.
“I mean, yeah, obviously,” Sabrith gave a little grin. “You really are acting strange,” she said. Sabrith shrugged and left their room for the showers. Tayelle didn’t even have a moment to urge Sabrith before she was off. Hopefully she had cleaned up at least a little or pushed her tabard back in to place.
Sabrith roamed the halls for wherever it was the showers might be. She was hoping there were a set that weren’t for students but would settle for just about anything at this point to get rid of that groggy feeling that was persisting in her. Every step felt a touch cumbersome, as if she wasn’t accounting for some great weight now placed upon her. A strange tingle resonated from her core that tickled her mind and sent fire down to her toes. By the time she had discovered what looked to be a shower she had begun to pant but failed to notice why it was.
Of course, her tabard’s loin cloth was sufficient for when she was soft, but not stimulated merely by her typical gait she had grown more and more erect. The tip of her cock had drooled over her leg cloth and this kissing only further made her sensitive as did the feeling of her heavy balls bouncing with every step.
As soon as she entered in to the showers she was aware of the presence of the others inside. They appeared not to be students at the very least, various faculty all either undressed or becoming so inside of the changing room before the showers off to the side behind a curtain. Sabrith of course was no prude and didn’t mind seeing the various bodies though she couldn’t help but feel that there was a certain level of attention being paid to her.
Sabrith found a corner in the changing room and lifted her attire of herself. She fished around for her thong only to fail to find any such article. How strange, she must have removed it whenever she laid down. Her wrist also felt strangely sticky and warm but she wasn’t sure why that was. She continued to search for her thong strap, her wrist rubbing against her cock each time as if she hoped her hand might just phase through it.
To the observers of the changing room it looked as if Sabrith was attempting to grab on to her cock but was losing her nerve or simply so absorbed in her need that she shamelessly swatted at it like a cat. One of the locker room members walked over to her and took a seat as close as she could to Sabrith without touching her.
“Pretty shameless, don’t you think?” The big wolf girl purred.
“I mean, it is a changing room?” Sabrith replied, puzzled.
“Not quite what I mean…” The wolf shook her head. “I mean this,” as she grabbed Sabrith’s cock.
There was a slight reflection in Sabrith’s eye, a tinge of realization that then vanished immediately as if a great beast of unknowing ate every morsel of thought. “This…?” Sabrith replied with a stoic expression.
“Or maybe this?” She grabbed ahold of Sabrith’s tail which was rapidly growing more hairy than furry, more equine in its composition. Sabrith narrowed her eyes as bright fur tread over her form the more she was handled so roughly.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about? Surely not my tattoos?” Sabrith gestured to the claw mark tattoos on her hips that were rapidly turning in to a more colorful and friendly shape, a sort of golden coloration. A second, less subtle person sat down next to Sabrith from the other side and squeezed her thighs. Sabrith gasped but barely reacted otherwise even as white fur spread over them and her thighs rapidly bloated to fit the squeeze of her casual partners.
Both of the shower goers gripped on to Sabrith’s cock and moved their hands up and down, Sabrith continuing to not react. “If it is alright with both of you, I’d like to go take my shower now.”
“What’s the rush?~” Asked the one on the right.
“We’re just getting started… But if you insist~”
They rose up and brought Sabrith with them who only grew less able to resist as her lines of musculature were lost to a growing layer of extraneous curves. By the time her hands met the shower wall she had doubled her wobbliness and looked more like a breeder than a warrior.
No matter what they did Sabrith struggled to conjure a reaction besides mild inconvenience. Her ass was risen by those heavy claws. Her cheeks were spread, revealing that her tail hole had become quite bloated and vulgar in shape, gradually becoming so rubbery and needy that it would be near impossible for any cock to resist. This, of course, was an additional layer of magic cast on to Sabrith and just another thing she’d be unable to deny. As soon as that hole was seen it was immediately and furiously pounded in to. But no matter how carnal the thrusts became Sabrith could only react in heightening exhaustion and her eyes rolling back like marbles on a tilting table.
Tayelle had noticed such changes herself but suffered similar struggles. “T-this must be some sort of spell…” Tayelle laid on the bed and felt her fingers push in to her rapidly bloating tail hole. “I can’t stop playing with it… but my head keeps trying to forget what I’m doing! It’s some sort of illusion or mental alteration… And I’m barely able to hold on it.”
Two fingers and then three pushed in to her. Her toes curled in the air as they began to harden and fuse together, dark fur spreading down her legs towards her core. “I can tell… if I stop focusing on it… if I even blink… I’ll never see it again…” Tayelle gasped. “But… I can see the changes. I can tell something is happening… Please… Please…”
She felt her eyes grow heavy. “Is this is happening to me… than Sab must be even worse! Ugh, and I let her leave!” Tayelle threw herself back on to her feet and ran out the door. She couldn’t quite notice that she forgot to put any clothes back on or that the panties she did try to pull back up failed to squeeze around her much larger ass or her growing cock bulge that pushed the poor fabric to its absolute limit, the silky white indented like volcano crater around her growing pulsing sheathe.
All the while Sabrith had become quite the balm for the tired staff in the showers. The first two hard already finished wrecking the poor thing, but the enchantment on her body only encouraged more. Each suitor she was adhered to just encouraged more changes from her body. She was bottom heavy and her tits were growing to match. Every thrust sent more and more white furred form sloshing loudly, wet clapping from the hot water echoing off the corners.
“Ffff—I-I need to g-g-g-go now! S-so let’s wrap up whatever this is!” Sabrith gasped. “Hrgh… and just…” The spell struggled to keep back all of her casual emotions, a glowing sigil appearing on her crotch as the feelings grew more intense.
It glowed the brightest when Tayelle entered the shower and saw what Sabrith had turned in to.
“S-Sab!” Tayelle gasped but was unable to say anything more.
Sabrith gasped in return, seeing that Tayelle had changed as well but was under a similar spell that prevented her from speaking plainly of what had occurred. More enticing, however, was what happened when Tayelle’s cock exploded from her panties due to the intense arousal it felt.
It seemed a similar enchantment had been placed on Tayelle’s anatomy though with a different emphasis. The spilled suitors suddenly became erect anon but not with intent to fill but to be filled. Each of them crawled forward and wrapped their tongues and lips around Tayelle’s hearty and heavy cock. They groped her growing dark nuts and squished their faces in against her cock. Tayelle couldn’t react to it, acting as if it was all just a minor annoyance, her equine tail swaying in agrivation as a raised tail was brought to the head of her cock. She thrust inside almost the way one would swat a fly and her energy never rose above the passion one feels when scratching a minor itch. Of course, such felt emotion was not the same as spent energy, for Tayelle’s dark furred hips thrust with the sort of might that meant the risk of sending her new friends flying forward.
Before the antics could grow too intense, a fine purple mist spread across the room and Sabrith and Tayelle both suddenly fell asleep.
When they awoke it was the day of Tayelle’s speech at last. Tayelle eagerly dressed herself as she awoke with more excitement than she could express in words. Though, her hands never seemed to find any clothes and simply placed invisible garments across herself. Sabrith awoke in much the same fashion though in a more sympathetic excitement. She found her own pantomime attire and draped herself in nothing save for her sheathe doing its best to cover what laid within.
The pair walked together, Tayelle a giddy and excited pony, and Sabrith much the same, their height difference only emphasized as Sabrith had seemingly grown and Tayelle shrunk. Eyes were glued to them as they walked, like breeder goddesses walking the halls.
Tayelle finally found her way to the stage where many of the most prodigal and successful mages were gathered. On stage, giving her a warm welcome was of course the organizer of the whole event. Vilva was there at the podium, and as soon as she saw Sab and Tay she began to laugh hysterically. Tayelle pouted but Sabrith gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
“We’ll show her. Just go out there and give it your all.”
The pair walked out, Vilva barely making it through the closing words of her speech before the pair presented themselves. Tayelle nervously put her hands in front of her body, shoulders bent so to squish her tits together. Sabrith put her hands on her hips, aware that the post felt more relaxed but not aware the reason being was it let her extra heavy tits sag and sway for the audience.
“Now, this… is special!” Vilva laughed. “Here I’d like to present my greatest findings, a new advancement in illusion magic. I call it, of course, the Aguzian Method!” She gestured. “Both of these harlots are completely unaware of what a figure they’ve taken!” Vilva pointed to the banners anointed on the stage displaying what both of the cats looked like before. “They thing they’re still normal. As well, they’ve been pacified, meaning they can’t react in any emotionally intense way. Observe~!”
Vilva walked up to Tayelle who was already quite cross. “Vilva, I have no idea what you’re talking about but—” She was interrupted by a kiss. A deep, tongue filled, invasive, cruel kiss. Vilva only pulled out when she had made her point, her tongue slowly slicking back from Tayelle. Tayelle gasped, her eyes glazed over, but she just continued albeit a touch more winded; “b-but youuuu… should let… my presentation now…”
“See?~” Vilva said, squeezing Sabrith’s hips and punching two fingers in to Tayelle’s tail hole. “Perfectly dulled. And conversely, just as powerful, I can cause a deep terrible obsession!” Vilva brought Sabrith closer to the audience and then bent her over and raised her tail so Tayelle could see.
The moment Tayelle saw it, even though she was unaware of her cock, she was filled with a deep obsessive desire to mount her. So she did so, driven by a mechanical need as opposed to an impassioned one. She climbed on to the bent over Sabrith and instinctively dove her cock inside, eagerly thrusting away with an unchanging expression in to Sabrith.
Someone rose their hand from the audience. Vilva gave them a smile and pointed. “Question?”
“Why are they horses?”
“Well, I needed to do some major changes to really emphasize how they don’t notice—”
“But why horses?”
“Because I fucking like horses.” Vilva scoffed. She narrowed her eyes and then snapped her fingers. Suddenly, Tayelle’s eyes returned to full lucidity and the person in the audience Vilva had singled out took over the shift for placidity as two heavily thighed guards appeared and dragged them away.
“V-Vilva?! W-what is…?!” Tayelle looked down and saw her hips moving. “I can’t stop I can’t stop fffff it feels too good toooo good oh my gods oh godssss!!!”
“Oh, welcome back Tay~” Vilva walked over calmly and put a finger on her chin. “Shhh, go ahead~ Empty those fat balls inside her. Do it~ Breed her heavy and hard~ We have stables where we can keep you both. And plenty of experienced ranch hands who can help you with any foals.”
“Fuck fuck…!!!” Tayelle gasped. “I can… my spells…!” Tayelle rose her hand to try and conjure out a spell but she lost her balance and slammed her cock inside on accident and finished. Cream sloshed out from her and filled Sabrith’s stomach, overflowing on to the stage. Sabrith collapsed, Tayelle still squeezed inside her.
Vilva just smiled and turned back to the audience. “The only issue is that all of that contained emotion… it must go somewhere… So at the moment these advanced spells require a special gem be ground in to a dust and a sigil of mana containment be placed on the bodies of those you wish to control. But, it has a very satisfying snap when you release it and let them feel all those emotions at once…~”
Tayelle was halfway back on her hands and knees, her cock most of the way tugged out. Vilva didn’t even look and snapped her fingers. A glowing purple sigil appeared on both Sab and Tay’s crotch and then immediately flashed and vanished. Tayelle felt the lust of an entire night’s orgy in just one second as did Sab. Her slit tightened around Tayelle and dragged her back in and Tayelle’s cock surged with so much arousal it must have doubled in size. And then moments later she came in what could have been a feasible record for both speed and likelihood of impregnation.
“… Please everyone, thank Tayelle again for finding time to give this presentation!” Vilva smiled. “If you need her for any follow up questions, as well as her mate, you can find them on the grounds enjoying some hay~”