Glass-Edge was taller than most of the students at Spindle University. A tall half-elf half-basilisk, and probably the only one in the whole kingdom. In brilliant fashion, he had been placed in the dorm wing for intelligent species that also have scary stereotypes about them. His lineage had left many feeling he was cursed. However, it had left him very tall for his age, with thick green dorsal scales, a lovely head crest, and a smooth scaleless belly and chest. A darker green streak ran down his back as well as out from his spine out to his flanks. The only real myths associated with basilisks were that they could walk on water, and that they were really stupid.
	He arrived at his new dorm before his roommate arrived. It was beneficial to learn what was in the room, and get first dibs on what would be best for him. In this case, much of the room was symmetrical. A bed against each wall, with some storage underneath the bed-frame. This was in the form of drawers. Opposite the door were two desks side by side. They both shared a window that looked out onto the school yard. Each desk had a chair, a reading light, and three drawers for study goods. Such a room was far more ideal than Glass-Edge had expected it to be. From what he had read, it was more likely that this room would have a shared desk and a bunk bed. At least here there’d be no squawking about who got what, and when. 
	A problem he was seeing in the room was a lack of proper heating for an ectotherm. One would expect the dorm wing for, ‘cursed creatures,’ to be a bit more accommodating to their needs. It was something he was going to have to address. First things first! He picked the bed on the right and set his leather satchel down and explored the desk. All three drawers were empty; there wasn’t a writing implement to be found anywhere. It had been a good thing that Glass-Edge paid full attention during the early orientation. As his next locale to visit was the student supply depot. 
	He finished unpacking his effects from out of his satchel. This wasn’t much. A few personal books on the local wildlife, the arcane, and local religions. While he did this, he looked out the window onto the school yard. The second orientation group was getting their tour. Why they hadn’t gotten up prior to the sun rise was beyond him. The sun was sacred to all creatures, mammals included. Seeing it rise was how one awoken spiritually for the day.

	Outside was cooler than he would have liked but, the sun was up, and it was time to organize his mind and see what he would need for his main classes. He calmly walked about to gather a list of what he would need from each of his classes. This let him stretch his legs and get a good sense of where everything was. Most of the class materials were simple, he’d probably need a note journal for each. The Rookery had a sign on it stating to come back later for those who had been given letters of acceptance. Glass-Edge made a mental note of that, it was one of the things he had left in the dorm. 
	The last stop was a large building with a simple exterior. The inside betrayed this though. It had a fine and intricate interior, with rich wood flooring patterned with delicate vine-like patterns. A grand staircase in the center of the ground floor connected up to a mezzanine with an elegant railing adorning it. Large wooden pillars carved with a plant-like floral pattern supported the mezzanine above. The trees that supplied such lumber for the pillars must have been massive. On the west wall of the room was the door to a shop-like room.
	Glass-Edge entered the room and immediately bumped into a small bat girl. She only came up to about his belly, so it had been easy to miss her. In an attempt not to hurt her with his weight and size, he stumbled forwards and caught himself on a shop-case filled with inks and wood-bound journals. 
	“Sorry!” a small, adorable voice squeaked up to him.
	It wasn’t his own health he was concerned about. He twitched his tail, “I am fine, are you okay, little bat?” he asked and got a good look at her.
	The bat girl had been knocked a little to the side and appeared a little off balance. As she recovered, it was clear that she also wasn’t wearing much in the way of clothing. Her dorsal fur was a rich brown color, while her ventral fur was a dark black. Only a leather belt, a scarf, and goggles adorned her body. From the belt hung two journals of some kind. Unlike most mammals, bats didn’t have normal hands and arms. They had wings with a ‘thumb’ at the wrist joint. Each finger was extremely long, with the wing-webbing in-between. While she recovered, opposable thumb claws on her feet gripped a book she had dropped and lifted it to pass it up to her wing-thumb to hold.
	“I am fine, just a little rattled. Wait!! Wow!! You’re a lizard?” she asked.
	Glass-Edge was not used to hearing it said like that. “Err, yes, I am! My name is Glass-Edge. It’s nice to meet a bat!” he said.
	“I’m Karasi! I would stay, but I want to get some practice with this,” she said and pointed her nose to the book held in her wing-thumb. It was the basics of conjuration. “I plan on being able to summon an elemental before first class tomorrow!” she explained.
	To Glass-Edge, that was a tad shocking to hear. Was Karasi indicative of the caliber of students here at Spindle? That meant he was going to have to work really hard to keep up with his peers. He watched Karasi as she left then, turned to review what the depot had once she was out of sight. Much of what he needed was present. A few cheaply bound journals, a pen, two types of ink, and most importantly, a warming pillow. Clearly, ectotherms weren’t completely ignored here. The process of acquisition was simple. He waited for them to write up a receipt after they checked the availability on his account. A small piece of paper containing his remaining balance was handed to him. 

	With all of his new supplies held in a small pile, Glass-Edge had made his way back to his dorm. While he approached, a new scent was in the air near his room. It must be a mammal, or else he wouldn’t be able to smell it without opening the door. Female, likely, it wasn’t easy to mistake the scent of a female mammal from a male. Some intel on who/what his roommate was good. He opened the door.
	A red furred female, canine-shaped, was in the dorm unpacking her affects onto the left bed. Her body was bigger and a bit more muscled than a normal dog. Once again, not a scrap of clothing was present on her body, must be typical of fur-folk in this region. Given her lean nature and longer muzzle, he assumed she was a wolf. Digitigrade feet added to the overall nimble appearance she had. A fit female with clean red fur was a good kind of roommate to have. An eyesore according to no one.
	“Good day! I—” Glass was cut off when she reacted quickly. A small push spell escaped from the wolf’s hand, and he dodged it gracefully. Then he immediately seized her hands. “You can already weave mana?” he asked, shocked.
	The girl paused and blinked, a look of shock on her face. She took inventory of the situation and realized she couldn’t move her hands at all in his grip. “Woah! Yep! Y’re really fast and very strong. I am Rust, by the way,” she said.
	“Glass-Edge,” he replied and let her hands go free.
	“What’re you studying here?” she asked.
	“Swordsmanship and basic anti-magic. I was told there were other things they were going to add to my program based on my talent-assessment exam.” 
	“Fun! I am here to study evocation and other various ways to weave mana to my needs. Ohh! And after my talent-assessment exam, they told me to stay in wolf-form while on campus. They said it would make my life a lot easier later on,” Rust explained.
	“Wolf-form?” he asked.
	“Yep! Natural lychanthrope! I was born into the Blood-Crest clan. The name isn’t as cool as it sounds, though. It’s a reference to our fur color. Most of us serve as court wizards or accountants.” Rust answered.
	Glass-Edge smiled at her chatty nature and made some mental notes. Rust being a werewolf would explain why she was housed in the cursed wing with him. The thought process had made his ears twitched.
	Rust noticed this immediately and acted as if she hadn’t really gotten a good look at him. “So you don’t have belly, chest, or crotch scales, and you have elf ears. That green skin could fool someone from afar! You’re a half elf! I saw a few mixed breeds back home, what’s interesting about you, Glass, is that you look almost like a full basilisk. One would have to be paying close attention to notice you weren’t. Elf-ears and a lack of belly scales are the only tell, eh?” she asked rhetorically.
	Someone being so observant was definitely beyond his expectation. Though, instead of being dumbfounded, he entered the dorm and took to his side of things. He loaded up his desk with the study materials he needed in a meticulous manner. Writing implements near the wall, journals stood up next to them with inks safely placed in the top drawer. 
	“Ooh? Is this a warming pillow?” Rust asked.
	Glass-Edge turned to see that she had sat on his bed. In her arms was the warming pillow he had fetched from the depot. Instinctively, he looked at her bed and noticed that all of her supplies were messily scattered about it. Very little of the bed was left.
	“Y’won’t need it. Roommates are pack-mates, and I am quite warm!” Rust said before Glass-Edge could speak.
	“Uhh… sure,” he said in an unsure tone. “Are you looking forward to your classes?” he asked.
	“I am! Material and physical arcane magics are topics I really enjoy. I was told they have a largely traditional wizardry program here. Which is exactly what I want,” Rust said.
	“Neat! They said most of my courses were custom tailed to my particular talents. Honestly, it was just the most expensive school that also willingly accepted lizard-folk as students. Generally, one gets what they pay for,” he said.
	“Y’must be something else… because they don’t just accept anyone y’know. Y’ve got to have the where-with-all to be a student. They only accept bright minds and rare talent. Did y’know that when y’got the offer?” Rust asked.
	Glass-Edge shook his head as he went through the memories of application. This made him think about a few things when he suddenly said, “Ahh!! The note on the door. I need to get going. I have to be to the Rookery by mid-morning.” He stood and fetched his satchel from the bed and bolted out the door.
	Rust had followed him with easy, she seemed unbothered by his fast walking pace. “Rookery?”
	“I’m not exactly sure what it is. I know where it is though.” he replied.

	The duo made their way across the campus to a stone building that looked more ancient than the rest. Thick ivy covered much of the facade. Arched window frames with newer class windows inset into them gave texture to the front of the old structure. Carved reliefs flanked the main door. They depicted griffon riders in many different valorous positions.
	Glass paused for a moment to admire the stone work. His eyes put the story they told together rather quickly in his head. With a better understanding of what this place was and what his class here was going to be, he entered the building.
	It was much like a stable but with griffon kittens and adults all about. The back side of the building was open with a few tiered landing platforms for riders to land on. Many upper-classmen were tending to, what could be assumed to be, their griffons. They were cleaning barding, oiling tack, sharpening claws, and may other small tasks required to the tending of such a large work animal. A kindly old woman was just a few paces in front of Glass-Edge and Rust. She was a gray haired human. Her hair was pulled back into a tight braid that hung forward onto her shoulder. She was dressed in a well fit outfit clearly meant for riding. Pragmatism dripped from her demeanor and general presence.
	“You must be young master Glass-Edge. Your first class here will be tomorrow early in the morning. Until then, you will want to familiarize yourself with the most expensive part of your tuition,” she said. Her voice was crisp and clear. The even tone betrayed little of her personal thoughts and feelings towards Glass-Edge, Rust, or anything really. After a few steps into the kitten pen, she came back holding a griffon kitten. A cute, rather large, griffon kitten was in her arms. It was already the size of a large dog. Black plumage dominated the little bird’s body. A broad red and orange stripe matched the splash of orange around its eyes.
	With a great deal of hesitation Glass-Edge reached out for the griffon kitten. “So. Griffon Rider is in my program then?” he asked.
	The old lady passed the griffon kitten to him freely. “That and griffon care. Your kitten there won’t be big enough to ride for another year. He is at bonding age. This is why you must spend time with him, a great deal of it, and make a good impression. By the time we end class tomorrow, I want you to have named him. A warning though. Red-winged black-griffons are feisty as hell. You’ll have your work cut out for you, young master Glass-Edge,” said the lady.
	The griffon kitten didn’t weigh as much as he looked like he should. With such a simple task given to him, Glass Edge did not really seem all that concerned anymore. “Understood. I look forward to tomorrow then,” he said to the lady.
	She offered a polite smile and gesture, a quick shallow bow, to him. Then she went right back to sorting and tending to the griffon kittens.
	“He’s really cute! Look at those claws, I bet he could impale an adult human with those! Y’already got a name for him?” Rust asked as they made their way out of the Rookery.
	Glass-Edge tucked the griffon kitten into his hold as best he could. One of the benefits to being really large to his age was being able to handle such creatures. He stood at about six feet of height, courtesy of the lizard-side of his heritage. “Not yet. I’ll be brainstorming some when I get back to the dorm,” he replied. His tail sneakily grabbed one of the small books that were seated on the desk near the entrance. They were probably going to be handed out tomorrow, but there was no harm in getting a head start on the course material.

*****

	“How about Talon?” Rust asked.
	Glass-Edge had the griffon kitten on his lap while he read the small book. He had spent the last few hours reading its contents twice over. Reading was one of those things he could do very quickly and enjoyed it immensely.
	“No, too obvious. What about Raptor?” Rust asked once again.
	The griffon kitten folded its ears back and made a grumpy chattering noise at Rust. It locked eyes with her, and no amount of words could describe the look of dissatisfaction it gave Rust.
	“What?! It sounds fierce!” she said to the griffon kitten.
	This had been going on for quite a while, and Glass-Edge had toned it out throughout his reading. Finally, though, he simply said, “Law. I am going to call him Law.” Glass then started to carefully tend to Law’s head feathers. Several of them were ready to have the keratin sheaths removed.
	Law looked up at Glass-Edge quietly and closed his eyes in a pleased kind of manner. Tension and stress visible reduced in Law’s body while very quiet chattering came from him.
	“They prefer one-syllable names. Law is strong without sounding silly,” Glass explained.
	Rust looked a bit dejected, and felt it too. Instead of making a fuss about it, she reached out to pet Law. Carefully, she followed Glass-Edge’s lead and carefully removed the loose feather sheaths from Law’s head.
	Glass was happy to see law was relaxed with him and Rust. It was a good sign that Law could get along with other people, especially. Considering he had spent the last several hours giving Law pets, scritches, and cute sounding praise to the kitten. “Tomorrow morning I am fairly certain I’ll be taking Law on his first hunt. It is the first chapter in the book and I suspect the first lesson for griffon care. I took care to read that chapter carefully. I’ll need to make sure he never attacks or hunts without my command to do so. Or they can become dangerous to people’s pets and children,” Glass explained. The idea that he had read the whole book so quickly was something he hadn’t considered.
	Rust, however, was a bit more observant and incredulous about that. She fetched the book from him and thumbed through it. Well yeah, the first chapter was that. Her mind reflected at how many pages he had turned. “Y’read this whole thing already?” she asked. The lack of diagrams and math made the whole subject uninteresting to her.
	“I did; twice, actually,” Glass-Edge said without any tone that implied he was trying to be impressive or gloat. He didn’t’ even look up from the care and attention he was giving to Law.
	That level of confidence made Rust pause for a second. She was concerned that the caliber of students at Spindle University was going to make her have to work very hard to keep up with her classmates. “Woof… y’ve got the patience of a saint if you can read and learn from reference books. I need more hands-on training. I really like lectures and general lesson work too,” she said. Her ears quirked sideways as she was confident that she was smarter than Glass-Edge right up until a few moments ago. It wasn’t something she was going to use against him or anything, just a passive idea she had in the back of her head.
	Glass-Edge listened to her as he stood with Law in his arms. With great care, he set the griffon kitten down on the bed. He chose a spot that looked like a nest. The mess was unintentionally perfect for Law’s comfort.
	Once set down, Law started to spend a few minutes circling around. His claws made biscuits on the bed. The claws did a little damage to the bedding, nothing some stitching work wouldn’t fix. He then flopped down into a tight little ball of cat-bird. The soft breathing and occasional chattering noise became the room’s ambiance. 
	Glass-Edge strolled to his bed. Much of the day had been spent reading about griffon care. His mind was focused on the lessons in the book as he was pushed onto his back by something soft and warm. He looked down along his body to see Rust sniffling at his chest. Despite her being a whole head shorter than him, she was strong enough to push him over. In what seemed like an odd thing to him, she sniffed down his body right to his crotch.
	“Definitely a penis… sort of elf-like in overtones. Why don’t y’have any balls?” she asked.
	“Balls?” Glass-Edge asked cautiously.
	“Yeah y’know. The part boys have?”
	Glass-Edge was definitely lost. Balls? He assuredly had reproductive organs. What were balls, though?
	It would appear Rust noticed the blank expression and said, “The sack that dangles between most boys legs?”
	“Ohh! You mean scrotum. My testes are inside—” He got cut off by Rust spreading his slit open and feeling around. This made Glass-Edge feel a lot of different things. Mostly a hot fluttering in his stomach. Well, that and a firming penis.
	“It’s like a vagina that hides a penis! It even gets slippery and gooey like a vagina too,” Rust said. Her fingers continued to touch and feel around the firming penis with interest.
	A soft breath sigh let out from Glass-Edge. It was impossible not to flex his penis while she touched it. Each flex pushed his dick further out of the slit. It only took a couple of flexes to get it out entirely. The long pink organ was larger at the base than the tip, but had a vaguely human-like glans at the tip. It was very shiny with his natural lubricant and so firm that the veins were raised a good bit. He looked at it, really only ever looking at it during baths. It was never quite like this before.
	“Woah! Y’re so much bigger than my clan-mates. Y’come pre-slickened too. Heh, Y’need a hand with that?” she asked. Rust’s ears pinned back in a slow and sly motion that matched her tone and fangy grin. 
	“H-hand with what?” he asked with genuine ignorance in his tone.
	Rust was indulging herself a bit. She always got yelled at or a pillow thrown at her when she tried to play with the boys in her clan. Here that wasn’t going to happen. Her eyes met with Glass-Edge’s. He seemed to be waiting for her to give an answer to his question. A warm blush of rosy red formed on Rust’s cheeks and her ears perked forward as she said, “Um… a thing my older brothers do with their penises. Let me show you.”
	Glass-Edge really enjoyed all the warm touches he was getting His mother… well, brood-mother, mentioned not to worry about his reprodu-- That thought was gone. Warmth and a gentle pleasure ran up and down his penis. The sight of what was happening filled his eyes. Rust had gripped his penis and slowly moved her hand up and down along the length of it. Every bit of his penis could feel the delicate details of her paw-pads and palm. Warmth from her sank in much deeper to his body than he had expected. A powerful tingling build up in his dick. Kind of like he had to pee. Peeing on Rust was not something he wanted to do so he really started to clench down and try to hold back. The tingling and pleasure were too strong for him to hold out too long.
	With perverse joy in being able to touch and play with a penis, Rust watched with care. It was nice not to be getting in trouble for doing such a thing for a change. The smooth slicked skin of Glass-Edge’s shaft was pleasant on her fingers. As the veins raised under her fingers, she admired how they felt like soft, squishy ridges. The whole thing was so much she had to lean in and get a sniff. Just as she did, a large rope of infertile, clear cum shot out onto her forehead and muzzle. Feeling this happen, she let go of his penis and fetched some of the fluid with her fingers. “So nice! It smells just like you, Glass,” she said. Without any hesitation, she tasted it. It was her first time trying cum. As it was right now, she could take it or leave it.
	“Hng… Woah! That felt really good,” Glass said while he caught his breath.
	“Out of breath? Must fee—” Rust was cut off.
	Glass was done with Rust running the show. Since they had met, she kind of filled the room with her presence. While he liked the confidence, he wanted to be the one in charge. If not for his own sanity, for his overall experience. He moved her out onto her back and got a good look at her crotch. A puffy spade met his eyes. Some lessons from his brood-mother rang into his head. Girls had the internal side of reproduction. He had a few ideas. With another firm motion, he got her so she was hugged to his chest, her head tucked just under his neck. She was now his little-spoon.
	“So y’gonna put it in?” Rust asked. There was an odd contentedness to her voice, like she slid right into the role of secondary.
	“My Penis? No. That feels a little too tingly, almost painfully so,” he admitted. His tail, however, slipped right into her spade with way too much force. Not because he wanted to hurt or assert himself on Rust, but because he was inexperienced.
	This made Rust snarl and yelp for a moment. She struggled against him for a moment but relaxed a bit more. Even more than she had expected herself. The motion had burned like hell. A part of her felt sated, though, like a long annoying itch had been scratched. As that settled in, she wiggled against him and let out a rolling soft moan, almost inaudible.
	Glass felt her reaction and the weird signal shift that happened a few moments after. How odd was that? Once she snuggled into him, he started to wiggle his tail, in the hope that would not make her snarl again. He had to make note that the grip of her vagina on his tail was impressive. Each time he wiggled his tail in her, it made a loud wet and sucky noise. With a few explorative twitches of his tail tip, he felt Rust tense up in his arms. Occasionally, her vagina clamped down way harder on his tail. The wetness around his tail grew. So much so that it even dripped down onto his thigh.
	Rust was in a world of glee. Feeling the strong tail in her was something she had never anticipated would be so nice. It was possible for her to feel the individual scales on his tail. Perhaps she’d have to count them. The firmer twitches hit her very hard. No amount of self grooming masturbation was even close to the jolts of pleasure. The pleasure was so strong she could feel it in her ear tips. A couple more of those and she gripped him really tightly, tighter than she meant to. She clamped her vagina down hard on his tail and growled out as quietly as her body would let her. Afterward, she was left panting. “Really… g-g-good in-indeed. N-next time… do more thrusts, l-like that first one. I-it hurt good,” she said to him. To her surprise the tight grip didn’t even seem to have phased Glass-Edge. A strong roommate she could be her self with was more than she could have ever asked for.
	Glass-Edge nodded at her and snuggled her in tightly to his chest. Her strong grip was pleasant to him. The soft fur, mammal warmth, and feeling of bonding the whole situation created, left him feeling like coming to Spindle was a good decision. Now tuckered out, his slow rhythmic breathing became part of the room’s ambiance, just like Law’s.