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"writing": "[b][u][center]Special Teachings from Special Professors\nPart 2\nFor a-lycotonum\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n \n \n \n \n \n\n\n\n[i]Tentacles, pussy, ass, mouth, cock, cock, cock…[/i]\n\nVitus groaned in his sleep, turning his head this way and that as the dreams pulled at him, dragging him back into the den of debauchery the inside of his skull had become.\n\n[i]Fucking hard, hips pounding forward, driving cock deep into wanting holes. Can’t stop, won’t stop, balls churning, gonna blow if he doesn’t cum…[/i]\n\nAlmost whimpering, the student rolled onto his side, panting softly, trying to pull himself out of the dream, swearing that his hips were trying to pump and thrust even without the encouragement of the dark place.\n\n[i]Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck hard and fuck deep, plant seed, pull out and do again. Slam it in, give pleasure, fuck like animal, fuck like –[/i]\n\n“AH!”\n\nWith a start, Vitus sat up from his bed, panting and holding a hand over his heart as it pounded against his ribs. It hurt, oh, god, it hurt, but…\n\nBut he was awake.\n\nIt was just a dream, he told himself. Nothing more. He hadn’t…hadn’t…\n\n…What had he been so afraid of? The young man groaned, rubbing his forehead as he slumped forward against his knees. The dream had been nothing but a sex dream, he was sure of that much, and yet he’d jumped out of it with so much fear in his heart. Almost like there was something going on that he had been utterly terrified of, but what could there be that would make him scared of sex?\n\nHe tried to remember what the dream was like, but aside from remembering some sort of animal creature above him, one that was riding his cock and calling for him to cum like something out of some cum-soaked sex book, he couldn’t recall the details. All he remembered was the need to cum and cum and cum some more.\n\nAnd considering he wasn’t getting laid that was understandable enough.\n\nStill, that feeling of unease lingered, pushing at him from the back of his mind. Shaking his head, he pushed his concerns as far away as he could, focusing instead on the time. If he was right about the timing…\n\nHe glanced at the water clock on the wall. Six bars at the bottom had been filled, and considering it tipped over after twelve were, he was definitely up early. Vitus glared at the water clock, shaking his head a few times. It was too late to go back to sleep, and too early to go to class. Way, way too early, considering that they didn’t start until after ten.\n\nFlopping back in bed, he considered pulling out one of his books and trying to understand it again when he felt…something…rubbing along the sheets. Vitus froze in place, slowly looking down at his body.\n\nThere was the usual tent at his groin that came from morning wood, of course, but there was something different about it today. Some kind of different shape perhaps, or at least, a different feel to it. More…sensitive.\n\n[i]What…[/i]\n\nA flash of memory from the dream hit him, and Vitus ripped the sheet off.\n\n“Oh god…”\n\nIt wasn’t [i]his[/i] cock that stood out from his crotch. Or rather, it was, but it didn’t look human anymore. It looked like a dog’s cock, pinkish-red and with a tapered tip rather than the human bell-shape that he was used to seeing. It was…it was just…bestial. Bestial and wrong and completely unnatural.\n\nIt was also the same sort of cock as he’d had in his dream.\n\n[i]Something’s wrong. Something’s very, very, very wrong.[/i]\n\nVitus leaped out of bed. Even though panic was trying to claw its way out of the back of his brain, he was already pulling his pants on, dragging them up and stuffing his dick down one pants leg. Dog biology was good for something, he supposed; human cocks would hurt like hell if they were pushed down that hard while they were erect. This one just sort of folded down.\n\n[i]Library. Gotta get to the library.[/i]\n\n#\n\nThankfully, the library was open at all hours for different students with different schedules. You didn’t need to wait for the sun to be up, which was a good thing for those with vampiric problems or other difficulties.\n\nOf course, they tended to be used to having the library to themselves during the evening and darkened hours, which meant that Vitus surprised a few small flocks of bats and a half-transformed werewolf before he managed to get into the center of the library and get a little bit of privacy.\n\nPanting from the run, he looked back the way he’d come. The library had already reformed itself behind him, giving him a wall of shelves that blocked off the site of anyone that might have been disturbed, while the shelves ahead kept him from being seen by anyone else that might be further into the library at the moment. He was probably as private as he was going to get.\n\nShaking his head, Vitus pulled the front of his pants down, looking at his dick. It was still just as canine as it had been in his room, and still just as hard and throbbing.\n\nNow that he wasn’t running and panicking – at least, not panicking as much – he could feel the need pulsing out from his groin. He bit his lips, fighting the urge to lower his hands to his dick and give it a few strokes, knowing that this had to be a curse of some sort.\n\nAnd a powerful one, considering that his natural magic hadn’t done a thing to stop it.\n\n[i]Sorcerers are supposed to know when they’re getting cursed,[/i] he thought, pulling his pants back up to try and stop thinking about his dick. [i]We’ve got magic in our blood. That’s part of the deal. If someone tries to mess with us, we get a warning sign…[/i]\n\nEither he had been cursed in his sleep, which was entirely possible, or the person responsible was a good bit stronger than him. Strong enough to make him shiver at the thought of finding them again.\n\nHis cock throbbing hard in his pants, Vitus turned his attention back to the books around him.\n\n[i]Okay, curses…curses…[/i]\n\nHe held the topic that he wanted to research in his mind, and the library started to reform around him. From what some of the other students said, it was a constant debate as to whether the library was sentient – semi or otherwise – or if it was just a mind-reading spell that some mage had cast over the building long ago. Either way, it worked, forming a passageway of books towards his destination.\n\nFollowing it with as much energy as he could manage, Vitus found his attention consistently getting drawn back down to his dick. He had heard the phrase that the brain lived in the little head and vacationed in the big one from time to time before, but this was the first time that he had ever been this distracted by his libido.\n\nEvery now and then, he let out a soft grunt or groan when his dick managed to scrape along the inside of his pants, rubbing against something just the right way to give him a burst of pleasure. He shivered when he felt it, but tried to keep his focus on the task at hand.\n\nOf course, that wasn’t so easy with a cock that was not just hard as hell but had a sensitivity problem that ran from head to base rather than being restricted to just the head.\n\nBy the time that he reached the curse section, he was a panting, shivering mess. His cock felt like it was completely outlined against his leather pants, and if other people couldn’t smell the stink of pre-cum that was saturating his trousers, he would be very, very surprised.\n\nBut he was there.\n\nThe curse section was a black-shelved area, with a small archway that led into the collection. He felt the magic of the library roll over him, almost like it was scanning him for anything that he might have brought with him. He’d seen some students get stopped at the archways between sections, either because they’d accidentally brought books or reference material with them that weren’t supposed to mix with the books there, or because of more serious reasons.\n\nThe archway didn’t stop him, though, and he hurried down the shelves, looking for something related to the cursing of the body.\n\nIt didn’t take him long to find that section. Curses involving fates and luck and other stuff were less prevalent than curses that transformed the body, and that was part of the problem.\n\n[i]Two hundred books, and I have no idea where to start,[/i] Vitus thought, looking up and down the collection in front of him. [i]How do you even pick one of these to start with?[/i]\n\nHe shook his head, starting at the beginning and making his way down. He’d read through the first page or two, check out the table of contents and the index, if the book had one, and then put it back before getting the next one. It was a long way of doing it, but it was the only way to be thorough without having to get some help.\n\nConsidering the last thing that he wanted to do was flash one of the librarians and get banned from the building for life because of it, he was going to stick to himself for now.\n\nHe was about halfway down the first shelf when someone rounded the corner. Vitus lowered his eyes as soon as he realized that he wasn’t alone, humming and seeing if there was a way that he could get out of here without being seen.\n\nConsidering that the newcomer was standing right between him and the archway, the answer was a resounding no.\n\nShe was a bit of a stranger to him, but the amulet that she wore over her green robes was familiar enough. An obvious servant of Erastil, the young woman looked like she was in the wrong section of the library for that kind of job.\n\nAs she looked up at him, he saw a pair of pointed ears sticking out from under her hair. Not that hard to see, considering that she had it tied back in a bun. The hair, not the ears. She looked at him, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to keep ignoring her for long.\n\n“Yes?” he managed to ask, trying not to sound like a complete ass.\n\n“What are you looking for?”\n\n“Just…something to help fix something.”\n\n“Are you cursed?” she asked.\n\n“…Blunt, aren’t you?” he asked after a second.\n\n“Well, you don’t look the sort to be cursing others, even by accident.”\n\n“That’s…nice of you to say?”\n\nAnd it was, in a way, but it was kind of because the alternative was just downright mean. The fact that he didn’t look like someone who would be cursing other people meant just that. That other people did look like they’d be cursing other people.\n\nShaking his head, he put the latest book he’d been perusing back.\n\n“Sorry. I should –”\n\n“Do you need some help?” she asked.\n\n“Uh…I…”\n\nHe shook his head.\n\n“Why are you so interested in helping me?”\n\n“Because that’s part of what my order does.”\n\nNot entirely wrong, from his meager recollection. From his time as a runner outside the Arcanamirium, the order of Erastil was as much about community and family as it was about the hunt and farming. They were about providing for others, offering aid and succor where it was needed, in whatever form that happened to take.\n\nHe looked at her again, this time with a bit more discerning an eye. She seemed…willing enough. Definitely someone that looked like they wanted to help him, even if it was with something embarrassing. He rubbed the back of his head as he was surprised that he was even considering this.\n\nAnd he was doing his absolute best to ignore the throbbing and pulsing down below, knowing that his dick just wanted him to throw her against one of the shelves and fuck her right here. The way that his libido kept spiking every time that he looked her over was annoying, particularly as it made his eyes keep going to her breasts, as if that was the only interesting thing about her.\n\n[i]Would be more interesting if she took her top off…[/i]\n\nVitus smacked himself along the back of the head, unable to help himself. He needed to be thinking clearly.\n\n“Are you okay?” she asked, this time with a bit more concern in her voice.\n\n“Not really,” he admitted. “Um…what’s your name?”\n\n“Hazel. Ah, I mean, Sister Hazel. Sister Hazel Akiras,” she said.\n\n“Right…Hazel. I’ll stick with the first one, if that’s okay.”\n\n“Unofficially? Sure.”\n\nHe smiled.\n\n“Do you mind if we, uh, go back to somewhere…less public?”\n\n“Is the curse that bad?”\n\n“Depends on how you look at it…”\n\nAfter a moment, she nodded, gesturing for him to take the lead. He was happy enough to do that. He doubted that she would want to go back to her dorm for something like this.\n\n#\n\nWhen they reached his room, he took a moment to shut the door behind him and hope that nobody else was following them. The last thing he needed was for Hazel to have some group of friends worried for her safety that were checking in on her. The fact that she and he were going into the same room at this hour of the morning, alone, would have raised the eyebrows of many teachers.\n\nBut how else was he going to make his problem clear?\n\nHe took a deep breath, turning to see her sitting on the edge of his bed. Her green robes pooled around her, long and draping and not that good at showing figure –\n\n[i]Stop it![/i]\n\nIt took everything he had not to glare down at his dick, knowing that the only thing saving him from being the most obvious man in the world was the fact that his trousers were black leather. If they had been anything lighter, the swamp that his pants had become would have been obvious, and the stain even more so.\n\n“So…what is your curse?” Hazel asked.\n\n“It’s, um…it happened while I was asleep…and I don’t know where it came from…”\n\n“That’s understandable. Few of us do, when it happens.”\n\n“But it’s…intimate.”\n\n“Intimate? Oh, you mean…”\n\nHer eyes dropped down to his crotch, and he forced himself to keep his hands at his sides as she gave him a brief visual examination. Her eyes fixed to his bulge, and her lips fell in a more severe sort of look.\n\n“That’s…not normal, is it?”\n\n“No. No it’s not.”\n\n“May…”\n\n“I’ll, um…let you see.”\n\nHe fiddled with the ties of his trousers, pulling them apart and then opening it up. No sooner had he undone the ties than his dick jumped right out of his pants.\n\nAnd there it was. A dog dick, one that was pointed and tapered just like a canine’s cock, standing out from a sheath of black fur right at his groin. It wasn’t just pubic hair, either. He had tested that. There were actual folds of skin if the damn thing would ever go down. It would fit inside the flesh tube easily, giving it a place of protection, but…\n\nWell, it hadn’t gone down since he’d woken up, and he was starting to think that it might never do that.\n\nHe shivered as it was exposed to the cool air of the room, pre-cum running down the sides of it, saturating the shaft with more and more of his own musky scent. The smell was so thick and powerful that he was already feeling the urge to touch himself, to jerk off in front of the priestess. It was only by sheer force of will that he was keeping himself back, but it was making it hard to focus on anything else.\n\nHazel, to her credit, was staring at him without judgment, just shock. She slowly stood from the bed, walking over to him.\n\n“When…you said you woke up with this?”\n\n“Yeah…mmmph…It’s…it’s persistent, too.”\n\n“What do you mean?”\n\n“I mean it…it wants me to…”\n\n“Pleasure yourself?”\n\nHe nodded, half groaning at the way that they were talking. It felt like they were trying to avoid saying things, like they were both shy. Why couldn’t he just talk like normal?\n\n“Do you want me to…to sit down, or?”\n\n“Yes, sit…sit down, and take…take your pants off the rest of the way.”\n\nAt least she was as embarrassed as he was. He sat on the edge of the bed, pushing his pants down to his ankles and sitting with his legs spread wide. It almost felt like he was visiting a doctor again, though this time for something a little more serious than just a check-up or a ‘turn your head and cough’ exam.\n\nThankfully, the priestess didn’t kneel before him. He didn’t think he could have taken that. He probably would have been tempted to ram it down her throat, and that would have gotten him expelled for sure, curse or no curse.\n\nBut she did reach down and touch him, her fingers delicately grazing the underside of his shaft, reaching around and stroking along his balls before moving up to the base of the cock and around the –\n\n“MMMPH!”\n\n“Sorry!” she said, pulling her hands back. “Did I hurt you?”\n\n“No, just…the knot…that knot’s very…very sensitive,” he panted.\n\nSensitive was the understatement of the century. Just that little stroke had made him feel like he was going to explode, blowing his load all over the place and leaving the room saturated with seed and musk. He shivered at the idea, half-tempted by it, but he was able to pull his mind out of the gutter as Hazel kept up her examination.\n\n“There is definitely some magic behind this.”\n\n“No kidding…”\n\n“I mean magic rather than a potion or a spirit possession, of course,” she said, her voice a bit colder.\n\n“Sorry, just…just hard to…”\n\n“I know how men work,” she said.\n\nIt wasn’t exactly the nicest thing to say, but it wasn’t exactly untrue, either. He groaned under his breath as she leaned in closer to his dick, feeling her breath against the side of it from time to time.\n\nHe knew that it was just an exam, that she wasn’t interested in him that way, but it didn’t help when she was staring at his dick and giving it the occasional glare. It was almost like she was finding it less than she wanted it to be.\n\n“Well, I can feel some abyssal magic on it,” she said. “So, there’s probably a demon at work here.”\n\n“How? I’ve never…mmmph…never even seen a demon.”\n\n“I don’t know. It’s just there.”\n\n“Mmph…can’t you…can’t you get rid of it?” he groaned.\n\n“Not without knowing which demon is responsible. There are different holy incantations for each one, and if I use the wrong one…well, it will only make your demon stronger.”\n\nShe actually sounded sorry for that. There was a bit of warmth back in her voice, which was nice, too. Maybe when she was examining him in the future, he should just shut up and let her tell him what it was rather than trying to be smart about it.\n\nIf there was another exam, at least.\n\n“What should I do?” he muttered.\n\n“I would suggest leaving it alone,” she said. “The more you mess with it, the further the corruption and the abyssal energy would spread. If you can handle it, I would put you under a spell of chastity, but I don’t know how that would interact with the spell that you’re currently under. For now, just do your best.”\n\nDo his best not to touch a cock that was begging him with a more persuasive ‘voice’ than his had ever had…begging him to touch it…to use it…to fuck with it…\n\nTo fuck her with it…\n\nVitus pulled his head out of that gutter again, knowing better than to start imagining Hazel in the nude. If he did that, there was no way that he would be able to keep treating her the right way. He was not going to start rutting random people just because his dick was going crazy.\n\n“Thank you for…for looking,” he said, pulling his pants back up. “What…do you think I should do in the meantime? Besides not…touching, I mean?”\n\n“Well, I’d say that we meet up between class times, and we’ll check out the different types of demons out there. Even with their debauched nature, there’s only so many demons that can cast spells on the body like this. We’ll find the right one, eventually.”\n\n“We?” he asked.\n\n“Yes, we.”\n\nHazel stood up, shaking her head. She looked down at his bulge again, then looked back up, her cheeks burning hot.\n\n“Just because I don’t know what it is now doesn’t mean I can’t figure it out after some time researching it. Each demon has its own magical signature, its own community of power, after all. If I keep pushing at it, eventually we’ll find the right one.”\n\n“You want to help me? Why?”\n\n“Because you need it.”\n\n“That’s it?”\n\n“Does there need to be another reason?”\n\nHe stared at her until she shrugged. Did there need to be another reason? Generally, yes. Yes, there needed to be a great deal of other reasons for someone to extend a helping hand like that, even if they were from an order that was known for giving aid to those that were in trouble. It usually came at quite the cost, after all.\n\nUnable to come up with something to say to that, Vitus kept staring at Hazel until she shook her head and turned to the door.\n\n“I’ll come back here after the final chimes,” she said. “Will you be here?”\n\n“Uh…”\n\nHe blinked.\n\n“Yes. Every day except for the last two days of the week. I’m being tutored then.”\n\nHe remembered that much, though he was surprised that he had forgotten. Professor Orlov had been very clear about what he needed to do to make sure to keep his grades up, and the severe professor had been equally clear about how he needed to be there if he wanted her help. One missed session and he could kiss his career here goodbye.\n\nAnd as much as he liked the idea of going back to some of his old businesses, he knew better than to think that it would be easy for him to do that. He needed to keep his position here or he would be just another delivery boy again.\n\nHazel nodded in understanding, walking out the door and shutting it behind her. As soon as she was gone, he flopped back on the bed, pulling his pants open.\n\nHis resistance was completely shredded, he realized. There was no chance that he would be able to avoid touching himself this morning, and he doubted that he’d be able to leave the room without jumping someone if he didn’t jerk himself off.\n\n[i]Just one. One won’t hurt…one won’t give me any trouble…[/i]\n\nHe pulled his cock out, feeling it rubbing against his fingers already. Groaning, he squeezed it tightly, shivering at the way that the increased sensitivity was already getting to him. It was so different from feeling his cock before, so different from what masturbation had been before the transformation.\n\nUnlike the slightly fleshy shaft that he was used to, the way that a foreskin rubbed up and down against the head of his shaft while he was jerking off, the skin of this dick was tight and smooth. With the application of his copious pre, it was almost frictionless, rubbing along his cock and making it so easy to jerk off. He shivered as he pulled his hand down his shaft, feeling his fingers gather up more and more of the musky juices that were spilling from the head and rubbing it into the shaft.\n\nHe knew that if he wasn’t careful, he was going to end up with a swamp of debauchery in his room, the whole place smelling of sex, but at that point in time, Vitus really didn’t care. The pleasure that came from touching his oversensitive member was more than worth it, and his other hand was dropping down to his balls, cupping them.\n\nThey were huge, and that was not hyperbole. They were swollen and needy, and they were begging for attention like nothing else. He shivered as he rubbed his fingers up and down along the sides of the orbs, feeling them swell and shrink, swell and shrink, his pleasure rising and falling with them. Every time that they pulsed that way, he swore that they shot another burst of pre-cum through his cock, giving him more to work with.\n\nUp and down, up and down his hand went, smearing the cock-slime up and down his shaft.\n\nThe more he worked, the better he felt, and he felt the dream from last night coming back to him.\n\nThis morning, the idea of tentacles and a furry monster forcing him to breed her, to fuck her, to use her had been terrifying. Now, the idea of being suspended in those living bindings, of being used as a dildo like that, was almost too good to resist. He moaned, thrusting into his hand, rubbing his thumb along the tapered head of his dock cock, feeling it throbbing and pulsing, twitching between his fingers.\n\n“Mmmph…mmmph!”\n\nHe was already close to cumming, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold back for long. He thrust against his hands a bit harder, his butt leaving the bed as he arched his back. His belly was getting coated in his pre-cum, as were his palms and down to his wrists.\n\n[i]Gonna…gonna…[/i]\n\nWithout warning, the pleasure surged up, and with it, so did a load of cum. Vitus moaned, arching his back and thrusting a few times as if he was fucking some lucky bitch, and he sprayed himself all over with his seed.\n\nIt was nearly enough to make him forget about everything for a time.\n\n#\n\nWhen he left his room after showering – three times – he regretted what he’d done. There were little patches of fur growing along his belly after that bit of fun, and he could see that his nails had darkened a bit. Not enough to form something that was immediately noticeable as non-human, but definitely more than they should have done.\n\n[i]She was right,[/i] he thought, remembering what Hazel had said. [i]I need to keep from giving in right now…[/i]\n\nBut that was going to be very, very difficult. His cock was already throbbing, already begging for another release despite having been given quite a powerful one only a few minutes ago. It was pulsing and dripping in a new pair of pants, trying to throb its way upwards, and only pinned in place by the sheer tightness of his trousers.\n\nHe walked among the other students, here and there seeing someone lift their heads and notice the smell that was following him. Every time he saw that, Vitus changed direction, moving to a different part of the crowd and pushing forward as fast as he could. \n\n[i]Okay. Just make it through the day. Make it through today, and find a way to contain the curse. There’s gotta be a spell in the library that can keep the abyssal energy from spreading, right?[/i]\n\nThat’s what he hoped, at least. If he was wrong, then he was going to have a serious problem keeping this contained. He needed to get off, and if the curse was going to expand every time he came…\n\nWell, not cumming wasn’t an option. Not without a chastity spell or cage. The former wasn’t an option from what Hazel was telling him, and he didn’t think they made cages for dog anatomy.\n\nHe would just have to find a containment spell and then find someone to cast it. Probably Hazel, if she was willing. Otherwise…well, there were always the street practitioners outside of the Arcanamirium. If there was great need, he had enough coin to pay one of them to do it, considering that they were always begging for the chance to use their magic.\n\nVitus made his way to Professor Orlov’s magic theory class, finding a place near the front of the lecture hall and plopping himself into place. As the other students milled around, finding their preferred spot, the lecturer walked out onto the middle of the stage.\n\nFor a moment, their eyes met, and he felt a weird sense of connection. Almost as if her black eyes were seeing further into him than they normally did, her severe face almost seeming to turn up in a strange sort of grin that was meant just for the two of them.\n\nThen the moment passed, and the lecture about how magic worked began.\n\n#\n\nThe day went by as if he was sentenced to Hell. More than once, the temptation to run to the toilets between courses and jerk himself dry came up, and every time, he silenced it by one method or another. Whether it was ice being shoved down his pants or slamming his finger in a door – the latter of which was only possible once – or even starting a fight to keep from thinking about his dick, he kept resorting to greater and greater measures to keep from giving in to the temptation to get off.\n\nBy the time that Hazel reached his room at the end of the day, Vitus was something of a mess. She gave him one look, then sighed.\n\n“Is it that bad?”\n\n“You have no idea.”\n\n“I suppose that increased libido will also lead to more aggressive actions,” she said with a small sigh. “Come here.”\n\nShe held his head between her hands as she muttered a prayer to her god. He could feel the healing energy coming through him, spreading from his head to his toes, but his eyes were only going for one thing. \n\nFrom this angle, he had the perfect view of her breasts, able to look into her robes and see her cleavage properly. His dick jumped so hard in his pants that it was actually painful, and with healing magic running through him, that got a jolt of power, too.\n\n[i]Mmmph![/i]\n\nVitus pulled back after she finished, clutching his crotch as he curled up on the floor. His penis was trying to dig its way out of his pants leg, trying to rip through it without giving him the slightest consideration for how it was pulling at the muscles at the base.\n\n“Ow, ow, ow…”\n\n“…I guess the healing magic supercharged your…erection?” Hazel asked with a blush.\n\n“Uh-huh…”\n\n“Um, well…we’ll wait for it to go down a bit…before starting our experiments.”\n\n“Uh-huh…ow…ow…”\n\n \n\n \n\n \n\n \n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]",
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Special Teachings from Special Professors Part 2 For a-lycotonum By Draconicon
Tentacles, pussy, ass, mouth, cock, cock, cock…
Vitus groaned in his sleep, turning his head this way and that as the dreams pulled at him, dragging him back into the den of debauchery the inside of his skull had become.
Fucking hard, hips pounding forward, driving cock deep into wanting holes. Can’t stop, won’t stop, balls churning, gonna blow if he doesn’t cum…
Almost whimpering, the student rolled onto his side, panting softly, trying to pull himself out of the dream, swearing that his hips were trying to pump and thrust even without the encouragement of the dark place.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck hard and fuck deep, plant seed, pull out and do again. Slam it in, give pleasure, fuck like animal, fuck like –
“AH!”
With a start, Vitus sat up from his bed, panting and holding a hand over his heart as it pounded against his ribs. It hurt, oh, god, it hurt, but…
But he was awake.
It was just a dream, he told himself. Nothing more. He hadn’t…hadn’t…
…What had he been so afraid of? The young man groaned, rubbing his forehead as he slumped forward against his knees. The dream had been nothing but a sex dream, he was sure of that much, and yet he’d jumped out of it with so much fear in his heart. Almost like there was something going on that he had been utterly terrified of, but what could there be that would make him scared of sex?
He tried to remember what the dream was like, but aside from remembering some sort of animal creature above him, one that was riding his cock and calling for him to cum like something out of some cum-soaked sex book, he couldn’t recall the details. All he remembered was the need to cum and cum and cum some more.
And considering he wasn’t getting laid that was understandable enough.
Still, that feeling of unease lingered, pushing at him from the back of his mind. Shaking his head, he pushed his concerns as far away as he could, focusing instead on the time. If he was right about the timing…
He glanced at the water clock on the wall. Six bars at the bottom had been filled, and considering it tipped over after twelve were, he was definitely up early. Vitus glared at the water clock, shaking his head a few times. It was too late to go back to sleep, and too early to go to class. Way, way too early, considering that they didn’t start until after ten.
Flopping back in bed, he considered pulling out one of his books and trying to understand it again when he felt…something…rubbing along the sheets. Vitus froze in place, slowly looking down at his body.
There was the usual tent at his groin that came from morning wood, of course, but there was something different about it today. Some kind of different shape perhaps, or at least, a different feel to it. More…sensitive.
What…
A flash of memory from the dream hit him, and Vitus ripped the sheet off.
“Oh god…”
It wasn’t his cock that stood out from his crotch. Or rather, it was, but it didn’t look human anymore. It looked like a dog’s cock, pinkish-red and with a tapered tip rather than the human bell-shape that he was used to seeing. It was…it was just…bestial. Bestial and wrong and completely unnatural.
It was also the same sort of cock as he’d had in his dream.
Something’s wrong. Something’s very, very, very wrong.
Vitus leaped out of bed. Even though panic was trying to claw its way out of the back of his brain, he was already pulling his pants on, dragging them up and stuffing his dick down one pants leg. Dog biology was good for something, he supposed; human cocks would hurt like hell if they were pushed down that hard while they were erect. This one just sort of folded down.
Library. Gotta get to the library.
#
Thankfully, the library was open at all hours for different students with different schedules. You didn’t need to wait for the sun to be up, which was a good thing for those with vampiric problems or other difficulties.
Of course, they tended to be used to having the library to themselves during the evening and darkened hours, which meant that Vitus surprised a few small flocks of bats and a half-transformed werewolf before he managed to get into the center of the library and get a little bit of privacy.
Panting from the run, he looked back the way he’d come. The library had already reformed itself behind him, giving him a wall of shelves that blocked off the site of anyone that might have been disturbed, while the shelves ahead kept him from being seen by anyone else that might be further into the library at the moment. He was probably as private as he was going to get.
Shaking his head, Vitus pulled the front of his pants down, looking at his dick. It was still just as canine as it had been in his room, and still just as hard and throbbing.
Now that he wasn’t running and panicking – at least, not panicking as much – he could feel the need pulsing out from his groin. He bit his lips, fighting the urge to lower his hands to his dick and give it a few strokes, knowing that this had to be a curse of some sort.
And a powerful one, considering that his natural magic hadn’t done a thing to stop it.
Sorcerers are supposed to know when they’re getting cursed, he thought, pulling his pants back up to try and stop thinking about his dick. We’ve got magic in our blood. That’s part of the deal. If someone tries to mess with us, we get a warning sign…
Either he had been cursed in his sleep, which was entirely possible, or the person responsible was a good bit stronger than him. Strong enough to make him shiver at the thought of finding them again.
His cock throbbing hard in his pants, Vitus turned his attention back to the books around him.
Okay, curses…curses…
He held the topic that he wanted to research in his mind, and the library started to reform around him. From what some of the other students said, it was a constant debate as to whether the library was sentient – semi or otherwise – or if it was just a mind-reading spell that some mage had cast over the building long ago. Either way, it worked, forming a passageway of books towards his destination.
Following it with as much energy as he could manage, Vitus found his attention consistently getting drawn back down to his dick. He had heard the phrase that the brain lived in the little head and vacationed in the big one from time to time before, but this was the first time that he had ever been this distracted by his libido.
Every now and then, he let out a soft grunt or groan when his dick managed to scrape along the inside of his pants, rubbing against something just the right way to give him a burst of pleasure. He shivered when he felt it, but tried to keep his focus on the task at hand.
Of course, that wasn’t so easy with a cock that was not just hard as hell but had a sensitivity problem that ran from head to base rather than being restricted to just the head.
By the time that he reached the curse section, he was a panting, shivering mess. His cock felt like it was completely outlined against his leather pants, and if other people couldn’t smell the stink of pre-cum that was saturating his trousers, he would be very, very surprised.
But he was there.
The curse section was a black-shelved area, with a small archway that led into the collection. He felt the magic of the library roll over him, almost like it was scanning him for anything that he might have brought with him. He’d seen some students get stopped at the archways between sections, either because they’d accidentally brought books or reference material with them that weren’t supposed to mix with the books there, or because of more serious reasons.
The archway didn’t stop him, though, and he hurried down the shelves, looking for something related to the cursing of the body.
It didn’t take him long to find that section. Curses involving fates and luck and other stuff were less prevalent than curses that transformed the body, and that was part of the problem.
Two hundred books, and I have no idea where to start, Vitus thought, looking up and down the collection in front of him. How do you even pick one of these to start with?
He shook his head, starting at the beginning and making his way down. He’d read through the first page or two, check out the table of contents and the index, if the book had one, and then put it back before getting the next one. It was a long way of doing it, but it was the only way to be thorough without having to get some help.
Considering the last thing that he wanted to do was flash one of the librarians and get banned from the building for life because of it, he was going to stick to himself for now.
He was about halfway down the first shelf when someone rounded the corner. Vitus lowered his eyes as soon as he realized that he wasn’t alone, humming and seeing if there was a way that he could get out of here without being seen.
Considering that the newcomer was standing right between him and the archway, the answer was a resounding no.
She was a bit of a stranger to him, but the amulet that she wore over her green robes was familiar enough. An obvious servant of Erastil, the young woman looked like she was in the wrong section of the library for that kind of job.
As she looked up at him, he saw a pair of pointed ears sticking out from under her hair. Not that hard to see, considering that she had it tied back in a bun. The hair, not the ears. She looked at him, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to keep ignoring her for long.
“Yes?” he managed to ask, trying not to sound like a complete ass.
“What are you looking for?”
“Just…something to help fix something.”
“Are you cursed?” she asked.
“…Blunt, aren’t you?” he asked after a second.
“Well, you don’t look the sort to be cursing others, even by accident.”
“That’s…nice of you to say?”
And it was, in a way, but it was kind of because the alternative was just downright mean. The fact that he didn’t look like someone who would be cursing other people meant just that. That other people did look like they’d be cursing other people.
Shaking his head, he put the latest book he’d been perusing back.
“Sorry. I should –”
“Do you need some help?” she asked.
“Uh…I…”
He shook his head.
“Why are you so interested in helping me?”
“Because that’s part of what my order does.”
Not entirely wrong, from his meager recollection. From his time as a runner outside the Arcanamirium, the order of Erastil was as much about community and family as it was about the hunt and farming. They were about providing for others, offering aid and succor where it was needed, in whatever form that happened to take.
He looked at her again, this time with a bit more discerning an eye. She seemed…willing enough. Definitely someone that looked like they wanted to help him, even if it was with something embarrassing. He rubbed the back of his head as he was surprised that he was even considering this.
And he was doing his absolute best to ignore the throbbing and pulsing down below, knowing that his dick just wanted him to throw her against one of the shelves and fuck her right here. The way that his libido kept spiking every time that he looked her over was annoying, particularly as it made his eyes keep going to her breasts, as if that was the only interesting thing about her.
Would be more interesting if she took her top off…
Vitus smacked himself along the back of the head, unable to help himself. He needed to be thinking clearly.
“Are you okay?” she asked, this time with a bit more concern in her voice.
“Not really,” he admitted. “Um…what’s your name?”
“Hazel. Ah, I mean, Sister Hazel. Sister Hazel Akiras,” she said.
“Right…Hazel. I’ll stick with the first one, if that’s okay.”
“Unofficially? Sure.”
He smiled.
“Do you mind if we, uh, go back to somewhere…less public?”
“Is the curse that bad?”
“Depends on how you look at it…”
After a moment, she nodded, gesturing for him to take the lead. He was happy enough to do that. He doubted that she would want to go back to her dorm for something like this.
#
When they reached his room, he took a moment to shut the door behind him and hope that nobody else was following them. The last thing he needed was for Hazel to have some group of friends worried for her safety that were checking in on her. The fact that she and he were going into the same room at this hour of the morning, alone, would have raised the eyebrows of many teachers.
But how else was he going to make his problem clear?
He took a deep breath, turning to see her sitting on the edge of his bed. Her green robes pooled around her, long and draping and not that good at showing figure –
Stop it!
It took everything he had not to glare down at his dick, knowing that the only thing saving him from being the most obvious man in the world was the fact that his trousers were black leather. If they had been anything lighter, the swamp that his pants had become would have been obvious, and the stain even more so.
“So…what is your curse?” Hazel asked.
“It’s, um…it happened while I was asleep…and I don’t know where it came from…”
“That’s understandable. Few of us do, when it happens.”
“But it’s…intimate.”
“Intimate? Oh, you mean…”
Her eyes dropped down to his crotch, and he forced himself to keep his hands at his sides as she gave him a brief visual examination. Her eyes fixed to his bulge, and her lips fell in a more severe sort of look.
“That’s…not normal, is it?”
“No. No it’s not.”
“May…”
“I’ll, um…let you see.”
He fiddled with the ties of his trousers, pulling them apart and then opening it up. No sooner had he undone the ties than his dick jumped right out of his pants.
And there it was. A dog dick, one that was pointed and tapered just like a canine’s cock, standing out from a sheath of black fur right at his groin. It wasn’t just pubic hair, either. He had tested that. There were actual folds of skin if the damn thing would ever go down. It would fit inside the flesh tube easily, giving it a place of protection, but…
Well, it hadn’t gone down since he’d woken up, and he was starting to think that it might never do that.
He shivered as it was exposed to the cool air of the room, pre-cum running down the sides of it, saturating the shaft with more and more of his own musky scent. The smell was so thick and powerful that he was already feeling the urge to touch himself, to jerk off in front of the priestess. It was only by sheer force of will that he was keeping himself back, but it was making it hard to focus on anything else.
Hazel, to her credit, was staring at him without judgment, just shock. She slowly stood from the bed, walking over to him.
“When…you said you woke up with this?”
“Yeah…mmmph…It’s…it’s persistent, too.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean it…it wants me to…”
“Pleasure yourself?”
He nodded, half groaning at the way that they were talking. It felt like they were trying to avoid saying things, like they were both shy. Why couldn’t he just talk like normal?
“Do you want me to…to sit down, or?”
“Yes, sit…sit down, and take…take your pants off the rest of the way.”
At least she was as embarrassed as he was. He sat on the edge of the bed, pushing his pants down to his ankles and sitting with his legs spread wide. It almost felt like he was visiting a doctor again, though this time for something a little more serious than just a check-up or a ‘turn your head and cough’ exam.
Thankfully, the priestess didn’t kneel before him. He didn’t think he could have taken that. He probably would have been tempted to ram it down her throat, and that would have gotten him expelled for sure, curse or no curse.
But she did reach down and touch him, her fingers delicately grazing the underside of his shaft, reaching around and stroking along his balls before moving up to the base of the cock and around the –
“MMMPH!”
“Sorry!” she said, pulling her hands back. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, just…the knot…that knot’s very…very sensitive,” he panted.
Sensitive was the understatement of the century. Just that little stroke had made him feel like he was going to explode, blowing his load all over the place and leaving the room saturated with seed and musk. He shivered at the idea, half-tempted by it, but he was able to pull his mind out of the gutter as Hazel kept up her examination.
“There is definitely some magic behind this.”
“No kidding…”
“I mean magic rather than a potion or a spirit possession, of course,” she said, her voice a bit colder.
“Sorry, just…just hard to…”
“I know how men work,” she said.
It wasn’t exactly the nicest thing to say, but it wasn’t exactly untrue, either. He groaned under his breath as she leaned in closer to his dick, feeling her breath against the side of it from time to time.
He knew that it was just an exam, that she wasn’t interested in him that way, but it didn’t help when she was staring at his dick and giving it the occasional glare. It was almost like she was finding it less than she wanted it to be.
“Well, I can feel some abyssal magic on it,” she said. “So, there’s probably a demon at work here.”
“How? I’ve never…mmmph…never even seen a demon.”
“I don’t know. It’s just there.”
“Mmph…can’t you…can’t you get rid of it?” he groaned.
“Not without knowing which demon is responsible. There are different holy incantations for each one, and if I use the wrong one…well, it will only make your demon stronger.”
She actually sounded sorry for that. There was a bit of warmth back in her voice, which was nice, too. Maybe when she was examining him in the future, he should just shut up and let her tell him what it was rather than trying to be smart about it.
If there was another exam, at least.
“What should I do?” he muttered.
“I would suggest leaving it alone,” she said. “The more you mess with it, the further the corruption and the abyssal energy would spread. If you can handle it, I would put you under a spell of chastity, but I don’t know how that would interact with the spell that you’re currently under. For now, just do your best.”
Do his best not to touch a cock that was begging him with a more persuasive ‘voice’ than his had ever had…begging him to touch it…to use it…to fuck with it…
To fuck her with it…
Vitus pulled his head out of that gutter again, knowing better than to start imagining Hazel in the nude. If he did that, there was no way that he would be able to keep treating her the right way. He was not going to start rutting random people just because his dick was going crazy.
“Thank you for…for looking,” he said, pulling his pants back up. “What…do you think I should do in the meantime? Besides not…touching, I mean?”
“Well, I’d say that we meet up between class times, and we’ll check out the different types of demons out there. Even with their debauched nature, there’s only so many demons that can cast spells on the body like this. We’ll find the right one, eventually.”
“We?” he asked.
“Yes, we.”
Hazel stood up, shaking her head. She looked down at his bulge again, then looked back up, her cheeks burning hot.
“Just because I don’t know what it is now doesn’t mean I can’t figure it out after some time researching it. Each demon has its own magical signature, its own community of power, after all. If I keep pushing at it, eventually we’ll find the right one.”
“You want to help me? Why?”
“Because you need it.”
“That’s it?”
“Does there need to be another reason?”
He stared at her until she shrugged. Did there need to be another reason? Generally, yes. Yes, there needed to be a great deal of other reasons for someone to extend a helping hand like that, even if they were from an order that was known for giving aid to those that were in trouble. It usually came at quite the cost, after all.
Unable to come up with something to say to that, Vitus kept staring at Hazel until she shook her head and turned to the door.
“I’ll come back here after the final chimes,” she said. “Will you be here?”
“Uh…”
He blinked.
“Yes. Every day except for the last two days of the week. I’m being tutored then.”
He remembered that much, though he was surprised that he had forgotten. Professor Orlov had been very clear about what he needed to do to make sure to keep his grades up, and the severe professor had been equally clear about how he needed to be there if he wanted her help. One missed session and he could kiss his career here goodbye.
And as much as he liked the idea of going back to some of his old businesses, he knew better than to think that it would be easy for him to do that. He needed to keep his position here or he would be just another delivery boy again.
Hazel nodded in understanding, walking out the door and shutting it behind her. As soon as she was gone, he flopped back on the bed, pulling his pants open.
His resistance was completely shredded, he realized. There was no chance that he would be able to avoid touching himself this morning, and he doubted that he’d be able to leave the room without jumping someone if he didn’t jerk himself off.
Just one. One won’t hurt…one won’t give me any trouble…
He pulled his cock out, feeling it rubbing against his fingers already. Groaning, he squeezed it tightly, shivering at the way that the increased sensitivity was already getting to him. It was so different from feeling his cock before, so different from what masturbation had been before the transformation.
Unlike the slightly fleshy shaft that he was used to, the way that a foreskin rubbed up and down against the head of his shaft while he was jerking off, the skin of this dick was tight and smooth. With the application of his copious pre, it was almost frictionless, rubbing along his cock and making it so easy to jerk off. He shivered as he pulled his hand down his shaft, feeling his fingers gather up more and more of the musky juices that were spilling from the head and rubbing it into the shaft.
He knew that if he wasn’t careful, he was going to end up with a swamp of debauchery in his room, the whole place smelling of sex, but at that point in time, Vitus really didn’t care. The pleasure that came from touching his oversensitive member was more than worth it, and his other hand was dropping down to his balls, cupping them.
They were huge, and that was not hyperbole. They were swollen and needy, and they were begging for attention like nothing else. He shivered as he rubbed his fingers up and down along the sides of the orbs, feeling them swell and shrink, swell and shrink, his pleasure rising and falling with them. Every time that they pulsed that way, he swore that they shot another burst of pre-cum through his cock, giving him more to work with.
Up and down, up and down his hand went, smearing the cock-slime up and down his shaft.
The more he worked, the better he felt, and he felt the dream from last night coming back to him.
This morning, the idea of tentacles and a furry monster forcing him to breed her, to fuck her, to use her had been terrifying. Now, the idea of being suspended in those living bindings, of being used as a dildo like that, was almost too good to resist. He moaned, thrusting into his hand, rubbing his thumb along the tapered head of his dock cock, feeling it throbbing and pulsing, twitching between his fingers.
“Mmmph…mmmph!”
He was already close to cumming, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold back for long. He thrust against his hands a bit harder, his butt leaving the bed as he arched his back. His belly was getting coated in his pre-cum, as were his palms and down to his wrists.
Gonna…gonna…
Without warning, the pleasure surged up, and with it, so did a load of cum. Vitus moaned, arching his back and thrusting a few times as if he was fucking some lucky bitch, and he sprayed himself all over with his seed.
It was nearly enough to make him forget about everything for a time.
#
When he left his room after showering – three times – he regretted what he’d done. There were little patches of fur growing along his belly after that bit of fun, and he could see that his nails had darkened a bit. Not enough to form something that was immediately noticeable as non-human, but definitely more than they should have done.
She was right, he thought, remembering what Hazel had said. I need to keep from giving in right now…
But that was going to be very, very difficult. His cock was already throbbing, already begging for another release despite having been given quite a powerful one only a few minutes ago. It was pulsing and dripping in a new pair of pants, trying to throb its way upwards, and only pinned in place by the sheer tightness of his trousers.
He walked among the other students, here and there seeing someone lift their heads and notice the smell that was following him. Every time he saw that, Vitus changed direction, moving to a different part of the crowd and pushing forward as fast as he could.
Okay. Just make it through the day. Make it through today, and find a way to contain the curse. There’s gotta be a spell in the library that can keep the abyssal energy from spreading, right?
That’s what he hoped, at least. If he was wrong, then he was going to have a serious problem keeping this contained. He needed to get off, and if the curse was going to expand every time he came…
Well, not cumming wasn’t an option. Not without a chastity spell or cage. The former wasn’t an option from what Hazel was telling him, and he didn’t think they made cages for dog anatomy.
He would just have to find a containment spell and then find someone to cast it. Probably Hazel, if she was willing. Otherwise…well, there were always the street practitioners outside of the Arcanamirium. If there was great need, he had enough coin to pay one of them to do it, considering that they were always begging for the chance to use their magic.
Vitus made his way to Professor Orlov’s magic theory class, finding a place near the front of the lecture hall and plopping himself into place. As the other students milled around, finding their preferred spot, the lecturer walked out onto the middle of the stage.
For a moment, their eyes met, and he felt a weird sense of connection. Almost as if her black eyes were seeing further into him than they normally did, her severe face almost seeming to turn up in a strange sort of grin that was meant just for the two of them.
Then the moment passed, and the lecture about how magic worked began.
#
The day went by as if he was sentenced to Hell. More than once, the temptation to run to the toilets between courses and jerk himself dry came up, and every time, he silenced it by one method or another. Whether it was ice being shoved down his pants or slamming his finger in a door – the latter of which was only possible once – or even starting a fight to keep from thinking about his dick, he kept resorting to greater and greater measures to keep from giving in to the temptation to get off.
By the time that Hazel reached his room at the end of the day, Vitus was something of a mess. She gave him one look, then sighed.
“Is it that bad?”
“You have no idea.”
“I suppose that increased libido will also lead to more aggressive actions,” she said with a small sigh. “Come here.”
She held his head between her hands as she muttered a prayer to her god. He could feel the healing energy coming through him, spreading from his head to his toes, but his eyes were only going for one thing.
From this angle, he had the perfect view of her breasts, able to look into her robes and see her cleavage properly. His dick jumped so hard in his pants that it was actually painful, and with healing magic running through him, that got a jolt of power, too.
Mmmph!
Vitus pulled back after she finished, clutching his crotch as he curled up on the floor. His penis was trying to dig its way out of his pants leg, trying to rip through it without giving him the slightest consideration for how it was pulling at the muscles at the base.
“Ow, ow, ow…”
“…I guess the healing magic supercharged your…erection?” Hazel asked with a blush.
“Uh-huh…”
“Um, well…we’ll wait for it to go down a bit…before starting our experiments.”