The sound of flesh striking flesh, followed by a heavy thump as an elfin form collapsed to the floor announced that Prima was out of patience. The mage in training flexed his fingers and clenched his fist once more before swinging out and shattering the nose of one of his assailants. The none to durable elfs features crumpled and he joined his compatriot on the floor. Prima grinned as he caught the arm of a fleeing foe and yanked them back into reach of his other hand, grasping the elf girl (who had minutes earlier suggested setting him on fire) by the throat before lifting her off the ground and slamming her to the ground leaving three more foes. Prima spun left to avoid a fireball one of the remaining three chucked at him. Thanking his father for encouraging the training of his body as much as his mind, he charged and delivered a backhanded strike that sent the glass jawed elf to the ground in a heap. “If you are so superior… Why are there only two of you conscious?” Prima taunted as he prepared to remind his elfin tormentors the price for their mockery. Only to find himself unable to move. “Mister Goetica. I would remind you that attacking other students is frowned upon. Seeing as this is your twelfth infraction, I'm going to assume you knew that.” said a man in instructor's robes who released Prima from the stasis spell with a wave. “Self defense is never wrong.” Prima replied to the instructor in question. “This group has been casting spells at me for the past five minutes.” He didn't have a class with him so he couldn’t pick out a name but the pointy ears, red hair and arboreal complexion outed him as an elf. “But seeing as the fight is over maybe you should see about mending those dolts instead of giving me guff.” The instructor gave him a sneer. “You seem to be misinformed about who has the power here. I will be recommending you for expulsion.” “I’m here at the personal invitation of the Prince Cognitus, you’ll have to come up with a more convincing threat.” Prima replied, taking a deep breath to settle his heart as the sheer rage that coursed through him at the suggestion. “I shall do just that but for now you are confined to quarters except for classes.” The instructor declared. Prima glanced over his shoulder at the last two of elfs scowling at him and finally recalled their last names Rodendra and Delpin. “Very well then.” he said, walking away. -- In his room Prima sat before the work desk caving a network of runes into the inside of a mask. It was a simple object for the most part, hollow for his face to rest in, two rectangles of glass to hide and protect his eyes, and straps to hold it in place. The outfacing section was smooth white save for a pitch black pearl that rested above the eyes in the brow ridge. When he was finished with its construction the simple mask would solve his problems with Scholomancy for good. Scholomancy, the first of its stripe center for magical education, was turning out to be a real mixed bag. The faculty ranged from incapable to down right hostile to assisting learning and their attitudes towards the students varied greatly. The makeup of those students was a factor in that. humans found that a disproportionate amount of the instructors were not keen to see humans learn the mystic arts. Were it not for the library Prima himself would have been heavily lost. Prima’s woes went far beyond that though. His presence at the school drew a fair bit of attention. Rather than being the son of a king or powerful mage his father Lars Goetica was a Spellsword. The type of knight who learned one or two spells and called it good. Lars Goetica had earned his son a spot by virtue of saving the life of Prince Cognitus (Scholomany’s founder) from death, pain and loss of coin on no less than thirty occasions. Compounding matters Prima, while he had a keen mind and had worked out a great deal of magical theorem, was not a strong user of magic. He had been assessed as having all the skills but simply none of the power needed for high level magic. Thus the mask and its central feature. The black pearl was an heirloom from his father. A Pearl which contained the sealed powers of the one hundred and eight thousand demons he had slain across his career. The mask would siphon off that energy channeling it into Prima and allow him to cast bigger more potent spells. Chipping the last of the runes into being he cautiously wrapped the band about his head just in time to suddenly be yanked sideways as a summoning spell warped him onto the grounds near the forest that ringed the facility. “Well it looks like we got the dumb ape out in the open. Where should we start with our revenge for our fallen comrades?” Rodendas asked with a cruel smile as Prima scrambled to his feet. “Oh I think we start by breaking that dumb mask of his. Though I have to admit if I was that ugly I'd hide my face too.” Delphin said lifting a finger and sending a bolt of lightning arcing through the air hitting the black pearl dead on. Now the pearl being so dense with magic wasn’t even slightly affected. The wood around it being nothing more than a common block of oak however split destroying the carefully placed runes. Prima had just enough time for his eyes to go wide before a scream split the air and with a start he realized it was him screaming. A pillar of shadow and ominous black mist issued from the orb. wrapping around the young mage he saw his clothes dissolve, dispersing into rainbow ribbons of light that bounced about the black cocoon. His skin glowed and tingled as he lifted into the air. The words came from nowhere a cacophony of screaming voices all talking over each other all demanding vengeance, control and power. They all faded out as Prima understood that more than the demon’s power had been stored in the pearl. Their magic and knowledge flowed into his mind like meltwater into a lakebed. His glowing flesh shifted hues eventually settling on a sunburned looking red, as he grew taller, broader and more muscular. His cock drooped hanging to his knees and his balls hung low, full and heavy. Almost instinctively he reached out the roiling currents of violent magic about him drawing them in learning the way they would change him and others as they soaked into him infusing his body bit by bit. The ribbons that had been his clothes encircled his naked flesh but manifested as totally different garb than before. A tight purple bodysuit with gloves and boots in stark white. He wasn’t sure how he knew about the changes to his face. The too wide nose that angled too high became sender and sharply angled down. His too small ears grew to better frame his round features that were growing sharper. His dull black hair grew into a flowing mane of gold that was tied back with a passing thought. The maelstrom of energies subsided depositing the mage on the ground. Prima looked round the world in wonder; everywhere he looked there were streamers of energy in a glorious dance that bore a tune of rapturous joy. For an instant he forgot that a serious attempt to end his life had been made and for a second he entertained the notion of bursting into song. Then a magically propelled rock slammed into his face. “Face you now powers beyond your ken.” he said with his voice resonating strangely. “No more do you deal with Prima mage-in-training. Now you shall know the wrath of Eroprimus! A master of the mystic you cannot hope to counter.” To prove his point a flick of his finger tangled Rodendas in a web of bright pink streamers. “Now that there will be no interruptions…” he said, turning his attention to Delphin. “...You shall be first to taste my wrath fully.” he said teleporting to her side as she attempted to run. “Your life will be spared, but you will suffer nonetheless.” from the thin air he channeled the energies and conjured a crude leather collar into being. “I can see into your heart…” he whispered as his magic stripped her torso bare leaving her in sleeves and leggings. “...see to the desires you hide even from yourself.” he declared with a vindictive glee as her eyes grew wide. “I give you a gift… and a curse in the same breath.” “Let go of me you mongrel!” Delphin shouted but by her own plan there was no one around to hear. “This collar will bear my enchantment. So long as you wear it you won’t be able to hide how you truly feel about humans. No more of that false detestment you will make it plain how you lust for them and crave to be subjugated by them. You shall be a craven whore for human cock just as you always have been deep down your false front of elvish pride discarded.” he said as the collar wrapped itself about her neck with a flick of his wrist. “But here is the best part… the part that actually makes it a curse.” leaning up to her pointy ear Eroprimus whispered so low and quiet that he might not have been heard even by her. “Only you can remove that collar, only when you truly feel that a human has mistreated you can you take it off.” The newly realized mage stepped back watching the magic he had woven flow through his victim. Delphin’s first instinct was to grab the collar and try to unclasp it but that only made the spell reward her with a burst of desire. Her eyes went wide as she dropped to the ground, her sex drooling heavily as she orgasmed on the spot. The elf girl moaned and began to fondle her breasts, licking her lips and thrusting her hips into the air. “I- no I don't- I want- I need- I need cock! I need to be bred by a hung hardy human till I'm heavy with a half-elf child. Over and over again! I never want to even look at another elf man!” she declared and Eroprimus laughed because his spell did not compel her to confess such this was just who she was underneath the mask of elfen virtues. “I want a human to fuck me unconscious every day for the rest of my life! I need that thick human dick driven into me over and over! I need to be held down and punished for being a dirty elf slut!” Delphin declared having switched to laying on her back with her legs splayed invitingly wide as she stroked and fingered her sex which squelched delightfully with her arousal. “You aren’t worth my time, take it to the school you lascivious elf.” Eroprimus declared dismissively waving her on as he turned his attention to the other part of this scheme. Rodenedas was doing his best to squirm away from the scene. “Oh someone has realized the folly of their actions a little too late to escape the consequences.” Eroprimus declared plucking the elf from the ground. “Hmm now it was so easy to decide what to do with her. After all that kinky bitch had such an easily exploitable deviance. You though? You’re a bargain sale bitch nothing on your mind but chasing tail and… oh…” Eroprimus grinned wickedly as he tossed the elf to the ground. “Chasing tail… Yes, I think that’s a great place to start.” Eroprimus wiggled the fingers on one hand and the ribbons of light wrapping tighter and tighter about Rodenedas’ lower body as he worked his change. “You may have thought yourself a premium elf stud in the past but I'm going to put some gallop in your pedigree.” Eroprimus declared as the ribbons molded two elfin legs into four equine ones. A wirehaired tail sprouted just above the panicked elf’s ass even as the cheeks began to swell and round out shifting his hips and anus further away from his back. Fur matching his hair coated his four legs as a broad equestrian barrel torso welled up on his lower body. If he could have seen the fact his cock was dwindling from sight he might have tried to scream through the ribbons that held his mouth shut. Rodenedas was forced to all fours by Eroprimus’s spell simply to make sure that he could stand. The former elf blushed and gasped as his or rather her new sex formed the lips winking with anticipation of receiving their first cock. Rodendas chest swelled out as a pair of fat heavy tits sprang into being only to be lifted up by a bustier formed of the ex-elf’s clothes. The newly female Rodenedas was like no species seen on Zenith before, her tail whipped about fanning her sex that burned with an empty ache. “Yesss. I think this is a much better look for you… and I'm sure our school's stable of stallions will agree.” he intoned as the ribbons vanished from his victims body. “You’ll be unable to resist them and of course they’ll have no reason to not want you. But in order to encourage the growth of the species… with a snap a pair of ribbons tied themselves onto the former elf. A bright yellow one in the red mane would ensure that any humanoid that bred the beastly Rodenedas would sire only similarly beastly beings. Paired with it was the gentle pink ribbon that braided her tail which would make any stallion bless her with a child like herself. “Since you like being the Center of attention. Now you can just be the Centaur.” Rodendas glared death at him as the last of her bindings fell away only for the sound of rapid hoofbeats to make her take off. Eroprimus watched her move into the distance and smiled in satisfaction as he saw a single stallion in full gallop after her. “Hmm… revenge is sweet but that’s liable to earn me a bit more than expulsion…” the mage considered. Now that the moment was passed it occurred to him he had inflicted a pair of nasty curses on foreign royalty. “Fuck it, in for a copper in for a platinum.” he decide heading back towards Scholomancy grounds. “Scholomancy needs my brand of punishment to get itself set straight.” he said, already dreaming up things to do for staff and students alike.