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7.27 - Dreams at the Academy III
🕑 Added 2025-01-01 01:20:01 +0000 UTCUp at the podium, Fe fidgeted, her gaze sweeping across the collected student body—her peers. Hands clenching at her side, she took a deep breath, then, impressively, spoke with a voice that didn't quaver despite her obvious nervousness.
"Good morning, everyone. Today, my partner and I will be presenting an exciting breakthrough, one that I believe has wide-reaching implications for our field. As artificers, we strive to identify, modify, and enhance magical artifacts for the betterment of society—but I believe there's a power source that we haven't properly delved into, even in cutting-edge research facilities like this very academy. Together, my partner and I have created a prototype that harvests this energy to great effect."
Zoey's eyebrows raised as Fe gave their introduction to the class. With the anxious energy she had been giving off, Zoey had expected the sheepgirl to be a stuttering mess—or at least for her to stumble. But she delivered it as adeptly as a professional speaker. Certainly better than Zoey could have.
The composure didn't last. After a deep breath and starting to elaborate on what, exactly, their project was, her voice quavered.
"The technology we'll be demonstrating today makes use of an, ah, novel energy source that I became aware of thanks to a set of particularly… strange artifacts I had a chance to work on." Those artifacts were definitely Zoey's. The messed-up chronology didn't seem to pierce the dream logic. "Specifically," Fe continued, her professional facade slipping further with each word, eyes shying away from the audience, "it's, um, l-lustful energies."
Lustful energies.
Those words hung in the air before a surprised murmur went through the crowd. Zoey fought an amused expression away, trying to stay professional.
The susurration seemed to be as much from the outrageousness of the words as from intrigue in Fe's claim. Were these—admittedly imaginary, if perhaps based on real classmates—people genuinely interested in the functional merits of "lustful energy"? Zoey guessed this was a room filled with Fe's peers, not just in name but in attitude as well.
"T-the first stage of our presentation will be the collection of such energies, and afterward, we'll show what uses it might have. For now, my colleague will perform the collection process," Fe squeaked, rushing the words out before fleeing the podium, her hard-garnered composure having run out.
Which meant Zoey was up. She took her place in front of the podium, scooping the harness out of the backpack and holding the apparatus up for the class to see. The strips of black leather covered in arcane runes were as interesting to look at as the first time: fetish gear made into a magical artifact.
She wondered whether the runic symbols meant something to Fe or if they were nonsense. They certainly meant nothing to Zoey. She had no idea how magical items worked in this world. It was possible to fabricate them, she knew, though the large majority came from shards.
"Right," Zoey said, sweeping her gaze across the sizable crowd and finding herself oddly nervous. Despite being certain this was fake, it felt real. She wasn't terrified of public speaking, but she wasn't the kind of person who loved it either—especially with zero preparation. "As Fe explained, this … ah, device … collects and stores sexual energy for later use. Pretty innovative stuff, and it took a lot of work to make." She turned to Fe with a grin. "While we could just talk about the theory behind it, where's the fun in that? Empirical evidence is better, no? I'm sure you all want to see the whole process, not take our word on it. So, the first step is getting the energy, as Fe said, and after that, my partner and I will display what it can be used for. I hope you enjoy."
The last bits of Fe's plastered-on professionalism crumbled as Zoey advanced on her with the harness in hand, a predator-like grin on her face as she stalked her prey. Even more than usual, Zoey felt like pouncing on the girl. Was it the fluffy white hair and sheep horns, the blatant timidity?
Vaguely, Zoey was conscious of the crowd of students watching her, a sea of both men and women across many species. They leaned forward in their seats, interested, either academically or more personally, in the developing situation. She could feel the excitement in the air; it tingled across her skin. To be fair, Zoey herself would've been thrilled by what should've been a stuffy collection of academic presentations being interrupted by two girls publicly fucking in the 'name of science.' This would've been the highlight of the class—or the year.
The professor, for his part, had his eyebrows at the top of his forehead, though he made no move to intervene, tapping a pen against his notebook. Zoey put him, and everyone else, out of her mind. Her attention was far more occupied by the furiously blushing sheepgirl.
Fe backed up as Zoey approached her, and she swallowed hard.
"W-Well, maybe we should explain a little more how it works before we—"
"Nah," Zoey said, taking another step. The harness brushed against Fe's arm and made her jump. "A good demonstration is worth a thousand words. Best to just get to it."
Fe's breath hitched as Zoey's free hand quested out to toy with the top button of her university uniform jacket.
"But—everyone's watching," Fe breathed.
"That is the point."
"But … there's so many?"
"All part of the experiment." She worked her way down the uniform, popping buttons open. When she finished the last one, she slipped the jacket off Fe's shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. Leaning in to murmur into her ear, she said, "And if it turns you on, good. That's also the point. More energy means a better demonstration, so just enjoy yourself."
"What will they think of me?" she murmured.
Zoey tilted her head, a smirk playing on her lips. "That you're a very accomplished artificer." Fe almost relaxed at that, so Zoey continued: "With a giant exhibitionist fetish. I mean, getting fucked in front of your classmates? That's really something." She laughed. "But I'm sure no one will think of you too differently … probably."
"Z-Zoey," she protested.
She laughed again, and Fe's blouse joined her jacket on the floor—finally taking away her modesty. Fe stood there in her bra and skirt, cheeks flushed pink, eyes darting between Zoey and the audience. Zoey dragged her by the waist, positioning her in front of the podium, front and center so that everyone had a good view.She took a second to admire the girl herself, too. Fe shivered under the attention, squirming in place while staring down at her feet.
"Zoey…" she mumbled. "Are you sure we should do this?"
"Positive. Skirt next. You can handle that one yourself, right?"
"S-Seriously?"
"Skirt. Hurry, now. Don't wanna run over our timeslot, do we? We'll have points docked."
Fe shifted in place, but, either because she was obeying by rote or because she was more willing to get naked in front of her classmates than her feigned reluctance indicated, she began taking off her shoes, then her skirt. Based on how slow and indulgently she did so, Zoey suspected the latter of the two explanations.
Bit by bit, the sheepgirl's pale, creamy skin came into view. After kicking off her lower garment, she was left standing in a lacy white bra and panties.
"The rest, too," Zoey said.
Fe's face went red. When she squirmed in place for longer than usual, fingers on the clasp of her bra but not working up the bravery to undo it, Zoey rolled her eyes.
"Fine. I'll help."
But where Fe might have worked herself into it, bracing properly before exposing herself to her classmates, Zoey gave her no such reprieve. She unhooked the sheepgirl's bra and forced her out of it, revealing those cute pink nipples to her classmates in an abrupt motion. In practically the same moment, even as she was discarding the top piece, Zoey knelt down and yanked Fe's panties to her ankles. Fe yelped, hands shooting to cover herself up, but Zoey peeled them away to stuff the harness into her hands.
"Now put that on," she murmured, "so we can get to the fun stuff."
With how much Fe was shaking with nervousness and excitement, even the audience could probably see it. Fe donned the black leather straps, and when she finished, the get-up cradled her body quite nicely, cupping her breasts and accentuating her curves.
"Did you have to make the design so … lewd?" Fe mumbled.
"Obviously," Zoey said. "Do you even know who you're talking to?" She clapped. "But there we go. You look great. Now, how do you want to do this?"
Comments
Cynical Pasta
"How do you want to do this?" Is a popular phrase credited to Matt Mercer and his games, usually in relation to landing the final blow to a monster. It might just be a coincidence to see it here, but the parallel amuses me regardless
Ian Kay
Ending line is a Mercer quote, took me a sec as well
MagicCarpetMadeofSteel
What does this have to do with D&D or Critical Roll? I get the reference but not the joke.
Cynical Pasta
Somewhere, Matthew Mercer is sporting the most sadistic DM grin to date
VolfKami
How to do it? Obviously standing where Fe has her legs wrapped around Zoey's waist back to the crowd. So that when Fe arches her back and can see behind her she makes eye contact with one of her classmates taking notes, and another classmate holding up a detailed diagram of her getting fucked pointing out something to the first. You know totally professional but deeply invested in her getting railed, to the point where some begin to make suggestions 🤣🤣🤣
