title: Meeting with the Archmage aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Galaxin] id: [48735789] date: 星期五, 八月 26日 2022, 10:48:43 上午 modified: 星期三, 八月 31日 2022, 1:02:24 凌晨

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Meeting with the Archmage

Author: Galaxin Source: Meeting with the Archmage Pt 1

Part 1

In the halls of the great Magisterium, one can nd all manner of creatures. Mages of all shapes and backgrounds roam these halls in service to their education and thirst for arcane knowledge. It is a place of power, poised upon one of the strongest ley lines known to man. One cannot hope to nd a better place for starting their journey in the magical arts than this place.

It is for that reason that acolytes of all sorts ock to the pristine castle grounds far from other points of civilization. Some rarely ever leave, but most come and go as they please with the knowledge to spread and share. It’s no wonder then, that unique ideas and histories often mingle here with wild abandon. There are no more unique mages in this academy than its students, those who have come to learn from the greatest of all magic users in the world.

Though, at this particular moment, there was not a lot of hustle and bustle through the hallowed halls of shining marble and glass. One student found himself marching down the East Wing. Clad in red and black robes, he nearly blended in with the carpet that stretched hundreds of feet from end to end. One would not be condemned for failing to notice him. After all, this particular student was quite small.

Remarkably so, one might say. Those who greeted this tiny otter at his induction to the Academy certainly believed so. As if he were suddenly accosted by the whims of some outside surveyor of his life, memories of that day rushed back into Nova’s mind like water from a tap.

“This is most curious indeed!” one man had proclaimed before poking his belly with a claw the size of Nova’s torso.

“Might he be some sort of familiar, perhaps?” pondered a lovely witch.

“No, no, he can speak can he not?” postulated the Head Archmage. “This young man is a magical marvel to be studied!”

Nova’s blue brow furrowed with the advent of each memory. The way the mages hardly listened to a word he said as if he were merely an inch tall instead of six. Each time his mouth opened, he was accosted by yet another pair of probing hands and magical instruments. One person had even forced his jaws open to investigate his throat!

Needless to say, it was a rather humiliating start to his schooling days. And the following months had not gone much better. “Curse that Kerick and his friends,” Nova squeaked. That was another thing he hated about his size; even his most aggressive bits of speech sounded like the ramblings of a mouse. He was an otter, damn it! Some people forgot he was even carnivorous. “I could cast Levitate on them if they would just sit still.” And more importantly, not squish him under their paws to test that theory.

A shiver ran up Nova’s spine as he recalled the weight upon him. Not even the warm glow of the afternoon sun shining across the windows of the East Wing could warm his internal chill. Neither could Kerick, Ulrich, and Mason’s paws. He’d been utterly swallowed up by their soles, buried in elds of fur, esh, and—in Ulrich’s case—sweat. Imagine how much more humiliating it would have been if someone had been there to see it?!

Yes, it had been a hard day for this misbegotten, lime-colored otter. Made all the worse by the fact that he alone was responsible for making his way to Archmage Leon’s chambers. Kerick was assigned to be Nova’s escort… but that only applied when the professors were looking.

Though, at last, Nova reached his destination. He had set out quite a bit earlier than most would have, seeing as the journey was a dozen times longer for himself. But oddly enough—judging by the position of the sun outside the stained glass—Nova was quite a bit early for his summons! That managed to put a small smile on his face. “I guess I’m getting faster!” he announced. To no one in particular.

“Archmage?” Nova called out. The oak door before him was large. Massive in fact. Even for a person of average stature. An ogre would have no trouble walking straight into the feline’s study. Nova cocked his head to the side and frowned as he regarded the large, spiral-patterned structure. What did a relatively thin cat need with such a huge door? Perhaps the man’s biology work was quite a bit more hands-on than Nova originally thought?

No, wait! He had to focus! Nova shook his head with a brilliant BRRRRR of his lips and regarded the door once more. It was open just a crack, but that should have been enough for even him to be heard. “Archmage Leon?” he called again. Louder this time. Once again, no answer came.

Now, Nova, being the imaginative sort he was, immediately jumped to some… interesting conclusions. I won’t bore you with the details of each scenario that tumbled through his little skull, but the highlights included Mage Hunters, a wayward coconut, and a rather complicated plot involving Kerick and a birthday cake.

Needless to say, Nova had to get in there!

Without bothering to consider the more mundane scenario of Leon simply being out of his chambers, Nova rushed through the tiny gap made available to him. A cry of panic bubbled to his lips. “Archmage! I’m coming to save yo—” And when he nally burst into the room, there was nothing to greet him but the fresh warmth of the mage’s room.

Oddly enough, Nova had never actually been in Leon’s chambers before. He didn’t know what to expect, but this was certainly… unexpected. Most striking was the immense, prismatic trunk spiraling out from the room’s corner. It seemed black at its center, but the wood’s outline shone with shifting colors of blue, green, and purple. It was as if he were staring into an ever-shifting void of chromatic illusion, enough to momentarily shatter his focus.

Its leaves were the same, though their centers were composed solely of the rainbow’s light, re ecting light like some sort of iridescent gem. The tree’s trunk arced toward the ceiling, then back down to the oor, seemingly bending and twisting to form a couch of some sort? That was certainly one way to create a piece of furniture!

Then there were the tanks and terrariums scattered about in vaguely de ned order. Magical creatures of all sorts sat in the magically-reinforced glass. One resembled a lizard of sorts… but its eyes oated freely about its enclosure, occasionally focusing upon the tiny intruder before darting about to the next interest. A nearby bowl contained black sludge thicker than any water. As Nova tried to discern what lay within, a single, yellow-toothed mouth appeared behind the glass and forced him to jump back in terror.

Then there was the jar holding what appeared to be a severed manticore tail. A vial dubiously labeled “Fairy Tears.” And oddest of all, twin vials of creamy and yellow uids, each on a shelf labeled “Research Subjects.” If Nova didn’t know any better, he’d say they were lled with cum and piss! What an odd room.

“I guess he isn’t here,” Nova mumbled to himself. The Archmage’s room was expansive, but it lacked many hiding places. Well, ones for a full-sized feline at the very least! The otter’s arms crossed over his dirt-stained chest as he regarded the study, searching for a place to wait. It wouldn’t do him any good to remain on the oor after all. The people here were careful when they knew to expect Nova’s presence, but accidents were quite common otherwise.

Finally, Nova’s eyes landed upon a clear space on Leon’s cluttered desk. Just over its peak, he spied a spot free of books and notes. He’d surely be noticed there!

So, with rather impressive speed for one his size (Nova did have a lot of practice after all), Nova scampered his way to the top of the Archmage’s desk. The journey was di cult, painful, and worst of all, long as all hell. But at last, after a painful 3 minutes, Nova’s furry, green arms nally plapped onto the desk’s surface and yanked him up the rest of the way.

A pained, pathetic, and mostly-over exaggerated groan warbled from Nova’s throat. He lay on his back, whimpering as if someone was coming to take pity on him. I mean, it couldn’t hurt. “I hate climbing…!” Frankly, that was the main reason he needed to get this size thing xed. Sure, his arms looked amazing under all that fur, but what does that matter when you have to do stu ?!

Eventually, Nova pulled himself up and allowed his blue locs to fall into his exhausted face. A city block of assorted books and bottles stood high before him. Any other day he would have been tempted to look around and see what there was to snoop through. Who could resist touching that vial of rainbow-hued jelly? But no… he was much too tired for that. Instead, he decided to focus on getting into a noticeable position. And there was nowhere better than the huge, open book right in the middle. Really convenient actually.

“Pardon me; coming through; on your… left?” Nova prattled on a few phrases as he scooched and slid by some of the scattered objects on his way to the book. Most people wouldn’t apologize to a bunch of inanimate objects, but he always had a sneaking suspicion that some things might be alive, so he always thought it best to be courteous.

At last, Nova reached the sloping pile of fresh, pure-white pages bound between ne, aged leather. He was on the book’s—oh shoot, what was it again? Right side! Yes, right side. Even though quite a large number of pages were already open on the other end, the pile of sheets still rose high enough to reach the small otter’s chest. He may have been an avid reader, but this was a lot. Plus, it probably wasn’t very interesting. Not a single hint of ordinary adults discovering a magical destiny, he’d bet. How boring.

Still, he had no qualms climbing upon the pages, his claws skittering over the gentle slope as he fought to the top. In seconds, he stood atop the mountain, nally prepared to rest. “Ugh, what a trip…!” he groaned, then opped onto his ass. His robes got a bit pinned under him… but he needn't care too much. No one could make out any details on his form after all.

Then, it was the waiting game. Seconds passed, and Nova stared out at Leon’s room in rapidly increasing boredom. It swelled in his brain like some rotten balloon, sucking the joy out of just about everything in sight. That crazy rainbow tree? He’d already seen all 13 colors. The big jars of gross juice? What was the point if he couldn’t even touch them! Even this big old book was losing hold of his interest!

… Oh wait, he hadn’t actually looked at the book yet. Nova blinked, and the furrowed frown on his muzzle dissipated in an instant. Even a boring tome about the intricacies of wand motion was better than nothing.

That’s not what it was about, probably. That was just the most boring thing Nova could think of at the moment. He didn’t even need a wand to cast spells!

Though, at that thought, a snicker passed through Nova’s lips. He stood with a wicked grin, barely ghting the urge to chuckle. “I bet Kerick has to study these sorts of books all night~” Nova 1; Kerick 327. That ought to even the score!

But rst, a look at this book. Nova made his way to the bottom of the page, where he could get the best view.

Trying to make out the owery words and paintings on the page was quite a bit harder from its center after all. He blinked a few times, then held a nger to his chin to contemplate the intricacies of—

Holy shit, was that a diagram of how far a Kelpie dick could stretch?

Nova stared in shock. No, wait, disbelief. Horror! … no, de nitely shock. It was actually kind of hot, a fact that forced a rush of blood into the little otter’s cheeks. He wanted to turn away and hide his face in his cloak, but somehow, he couldn’t tear his eyes o the page. Instead, they scanned over the illustration without his consent.

That continued look certainly helped con rm in Nova’s mind that this was, in fact, a diagram about Kelpie penises. An intricately-drawn portrait of the watery equine lled the page, but the vast majority of real estate was taken up by its genitals. Sure, Nova had never actually wondered what their penises looked like, but it was good to know. It looked quite a bit like your average anthro horse’s length, but with the added addition of a few extra medial rings and a slightly more pointed tip. Fascinating really.

Wait, no! That wasn’t the point! Nova cartoonishly shook his head and focused once more. A comparison illustration showed the dick in its normal state and with its slit stretched as wide as it would go. For reference, it used a picture of a canine anthro of presumably average height and width. “Why not just use inches…?” Nova mumbled.

But before the intricacies of his teacher’s measurement system could be deciphered, Nova heard a quiet tap on the carpet just beyond Leon’s door. Most wouldn’t have been able to pick up on such a small noise, but Nova had trained his ears to recognize even the smallest hint that a person’s paws were near. He froze, twisting his head over his shoulders to see who was coming.

That proved a bit unnecessary, however, as said person quickly announced themselves. “Oh, did I leave the door open?” That voice belonged to none other than Archmage Leon himself. At rst, relief lled Nova’s chest. After all, he didn’t have to wait anymore. He couldn’t imagine anything worse!

Well, until he looked down at his feet and took in the distinctly personal drawings of monster genitalia and whatever “Liquefaction Quotient” meant. He’d never heard a thing about this from his professors, and he didn’t have to leap far to realize it was not something he was supposed to be aware of. “Shoot.”

Nova’s eyes darted back. The Archmage’s u y, yellow hand braced against the door and pushed, quickly nudging the massive slab of wood into the room. He only allowed himself a quick moment of jealousy (he really wished he could use doors) before diving onto all fours. This was no time for dignity; he had to hide.

Scampering across the fresh paper with wild abandon, Nova hurried to the mass of knickknacks at the back of Leon’s desk. He would easily nd a hiding place amongst the papers and half-forgotten projects sealed in jars. But then, on his third leap forward, his back paws slipped on the page. The otter’s eyes grew wide with panic as he fought to suppress a yelp of fear.

Fortunately, Nova managed to recover and dive over the book’s edge. Slight shadows overtook his miniature form as he rolled to the ground. If he hadn’t been making a run for it, he’d have focused more on the fact that that was the coolest thing he’d ever done! Still, joy swelled in his chest. He played the dive back in his head over and over again while scampering behind a nearby owerpot. Why couldn’t anyone have seen that?

Oh! Maybe Leon had! Wait… no, he didn’t want to be seen. Darn, this was hard.

Thankfully, Leon’s approach was distracting enough to take his mind o his woes. The massive feline padded gently into his chambers and closed his door behind him— rmly, this time around. A few steps followed, straight toward the desk. Nova tensed.

Then Leon gasped. Nova’s shoulders rose even higher. He was caught! He was sure of it! “Oh gosh, that student was supposed to be here!” Leon’s voice echoed with concern and embarrassment. Said student couldn’t help but peek to see what was going on.

At the room’s center, Leon’s eyes were wide with worry. His hands held his right ankle aloft while his eyes scanned over the fat, pink pads. “Ah, I’m sorry if I missed you!” Then, Leon hopped to check his other foot. “Oh thank goodness, I didn’t step on him…” At last, the big cat relaxed and released a heavy sigh. “I suppose it makes more sense for him to be late than me… I ought to clean up a bit.”

Did all people talk to themselves this much? Nova frowned and shook his head. “Probably just likes to hear his own voice,” he mumbled.

Leon continued his approach. Nova wanted to tear his eyes away and hide properly, but he couldn’t stop himself from taking just one more peek about a dozen times. Leon’s visage grew all the more impressive with every shuddering step he took, making him all the more striking. It was no secret that this Archmage was the most traditionally attractive of them all, not to mention closest in age to the students. Nova could rarely help but stare, especially when he stood at—what was it that Kerick called it? Oh yeah—dick-sucking height.

Now, Nova would never be as crass as to willingly make such a thing his rst thought, especially about his teacher! But his resolve was tested with every step Leon took. His red robes revealed quite a bit of the pants beneath, and they clearly struggled to hide much of anything between the mage’s legs. His package jiggled with every step, bouncing like a plate of fresh pudding.

It wasn’t Nova’s fault! That stupid book put dicks on his brain!

So much so that Nova hardly noticed the quiet hum of confusion in the giant’s throat. He stopped in his tracks right in front of the desk. Although Nova could not see Leon’s face, his ngers made his emotions all too clear. The clawed digits tapped rhythmically against the wooden grain. Short, shuddering tremors raced through its surface into Nova’s skull with every nervous tick. His brain soon felt like jelly.

A solid ten seconds passed, and then, “Nova, are you hiding behind that ower pot?” He was caught! How could that be!? Nova’s mind raced between a dozen possible scenarios. Mind reading? Maybe Leon could see the past! Or perhaps the future?  Or maybe the Kelpie sold him out. That damn magical drawing! Nova stomped his foot in aggravation, ignoring the quiet squelch it created.

Wait, squelch?

Then, it was Nova’s turn to look at his paws. He stretched his left foot up, and his heart fell at the resulting sight of dripping, black ink sticking to the entirety of his paw pads. It wasn’t long before his eyes drifted to the oor and followed a trail of footprints leading right to his hiding spot.

So it was the Kelpie. That bastard.

“Y-you may as well come out,” Leon cautioned, though something… odd hung on his voice. Was it fear? Embarrassment? What did the Archmage of all people have to be worried about?

Regardless, Nova didn’t have much choice in the matter. He sucked in a deep breath, pu ed out his chest, and stepped into the light. “H-hi?” Dang it, there went all of his bluster! In a single word, his shoulders slumped and his gaze fell to the ground. Maybe looking really sorry would get him o the hook?

But then, ten seconds passed in silence, and Nova had no choice but to look up. The tension was so palpable that he might as well have been drowning in it! His gaze traced up Leon’s gure once more—not lingering on his nuts—and reached a muzzle bright red with a blush beneath the yellow of his fur. The Archmage’s eyes darted away the second Nova’s met them.

“I suppose I ought to explain some things,” Leon muttered. His hand rose behind his head to scratch behind his ear, though his gaze never landed on Nova. Weird. “I trust you took a look at my book there, given your pawprints are all over the page.”

Nova winced and pulled his hood up over his face on instinct. It was safe in the dark con nes of his cloak. “I’m so sorry I didn’t realize the ink wasn’t dry, and—”

Leon waved his hands in front of his chest in a near panic, instantly silencing the student. “Oh, please, don't worry about that! It is nothing more than a rough draft for my purposes, so to speak. Never meant for eyes other than mine to fall upon it.” “Because of all the dicks?”

“Because of the dicks, yes.”

Nova crossed his arms over his chest and frowned, cocking his head to the side. It proved much easier to look at Leon now that the Archmage was just as embarrassed. His gure practically folded in on itself even though he was staring down a person who would lose a ght with his smallest toe. That was new. “But uh, why would you even know that stu about monsters? Like, how big they can… stretch.”

Leon chuckled and once more rubbed his ear. “Well, seeing as you already know that much, I suppose it’d be better for me to simply tell you everything about my predicament. After all, I know so much about your own.” “Are you also secretly tiny?!”

That gave Leon pause. His brow raised, quickly followed by a short burst of chuckling. “Nova, I’m one of the tallest beings in this academy.” The otter could only o er a noncommittal grunt and shrug. For all he knew, Leon was supposed to be ve-hundred feet tall. “One moment, please.” The mage icked his wrist toward the door, and it instantly swung closed with just the right amount of force for a gentle thud. In the next moment, he pointed and the click of a lock sounded out.

“Well, I guess I ought to start with the basics,” Leon began. He then took a deep sigh and laid one of his hands on the desk. “For lack of a better explanation, I once messed up a simple teleportation spell. I was supposed to swap places with a fellow student. Instead, I accidentally targeted a nearby slime and failed to move myself to its location due to my surprise.”

Nova raised an eyebrow, then tapped his chin deep in thought. “Well that shouldn’t be a problem, right? Teleportation spells don’t let you put stu into your exact spot… right?”

“Turns out slimes are unique enough creatures to squeeze past that sort of rule,” Leon replied. His ngers began to drum upon the wood, sending bursts of seismic activity toward his distant student.

Thumpthumpthumpthump, over and over again for a few moments. It lasted quite a bit longer than Nova would have liked, and he was about to voice his concerns when Leon nally let out a quiet sigh.

Then, his ngers sounded a lot more like squish-squelch in quick succession. The change was so abrupt that Nova almost didn’t register the di erence for a split moment! His gaze darted toward the Archmage’s hand, and a gasp of surprise shot from his throat.

Leon’s fur was no longer fur. He had the same shape of course, but his edges had smoothed out quite a bit. His body was perfectly smooth and partially translucent. A thick jelly composed the entirety of his esh, complete with little bubbles of air suspended within. Nova could just barely see through the man, though the other side of the room was quite distorted. And the rest of his body followed the same pattern. Everything besides the clothes on Leon’s back had become yellow slime with the same pattern as his fur.

“Oh!” It nally clicked. Leon’s jellied eyes—or rather, the spots of distorted color that represented them—darted to the side. His entire form jiggled in discomfort as if he might melt at any second. “You were combined with that slime and turned into a slime person. That’s pretty cool!”

Leon’s eyes widened, and his muzzle turned back toward Nova with an ‘o’ of surprise. “What?”

The little otter shrugged with a small grin on his fanged face. “Well, I don’t think there’s anyone else out there who could do that. Does that mean you can slip between any tight space? What if someone cuts o your arm; does it regenerate? Can you control it remotely? And how about—”

“Woah, calm down a bit!” Leon cried. His palms shot up before him as if protectively, sending little droplets of goo bouncing into the air and splatting back into his body. Then, as if realizing something important, he jumped and leaned down a bit. “Wait, it’s not very polite of me to talk to you like this. One moment.” He extended a nger, and for the rst time, Nova could say it was truly extended.

Leon’s index nger stretched until it could no longer be called such. The yellow slime of his body pumped into his hand and formed a long, splendid tentacle that quite dexterously wrapped around Nova. Before he could even yelp in surprise, it tightened around him—gently of course—and pulled him into the air. A pleasant coolness washed over his body as if he had just walked into a frozen storage unit on a hot day.

And then, his feet were on semi-solid ground upon Leon’s palm. Nova blinked dully. Had he zoned out that quickly? However, his attention was soon taken by Leon’s curious, albeit bashful, gaze just inches from the little student. He’d placed Nova upon his palm, an act which was considered much more polite for those smaller than oneself. However rarely that may occur.

“Sorry for how abrupt that was,” Leon said. “I gured you wouldn’t mind.”

“N-no, not at all!” Was it weird how comfortable he was with getting snatched up like that? Probably, but it was the least bizarre part of the last hour or so. The fact that he was standing on a hand composed of jelly-like matter was far more important. His feet sunk into the surface of his teacher’s hand like rubber. He felt as if he could feel a current of slime running through him just beneath the surface.

Leon took another deep sigh, causing his body to jiggle around just a bit. Nova steadied himself on the man’s nearest nger, though there was no danger in the slightest. Force of habit. “Well, to answer your questions, I can answer most over time. More relevant is how this relates to my work, er… there.” His ear jiggled in the direction of his desk, where Nova could see even more of the page. He had to admit, that was a very detailed diagram.

Once more, a warm blush rushed to his cheeks.

“This slime physiology is actually quite useful for studying creatures both arcane and natural,” Leon continued. “My form is malleable enough to reconstruct itself after being cut apart, liqui ed, or even, well, digested.” At that, his free hand began to nger the desk again, but with that decidedly squishier plap. “If I’m absorbed into a creature, I can learn more about their habits and nature than I ever could through observation. And as it turns out, the same goes for smaller creatures I, er, disassemble inside myself.” At Nova’s wide-eyed gasp, he quickly stammered, “th-they’re ne afterward! I can quite easily separate their essence and recreate them magically.”

Nova pursed his lips, then nodded. “So what you’re saying is… the “eating stu with your dick” is kind of just a hobby side of it?

Once more, Leon’s face grew bright red. His muzzle contorted in a sort of embarrassed snarl… when suddenly, de nition returned to his body in a sudden shift to fur and esh. It was as if someone simply lled in a puddle of slime with a cat, owing out from his center in a rush. A shudder ran up his now furry form, u   ng up his pelt as it went. “Ah, sorry about that. It’s a bit hard to stay in as complex a form as that when I’m not solid. There’s a reason most slimes stay as malformed balls…”

“But yes, I do a bit of side research now and then,” he continued. “You’d be surprised how much you can learn about a creature through its sexual organs.” He paused, and then, rubbing the back of his neck, said, “as well as how good it can feel to have something slide down your own.”

Once again, Nova’s eye was drawn to his teacher’s groin. But this time, in a much more obvious fashion. With his current elevation, he had to nearly topple over the edge of Leon’s palm just to get a view below. And by god was it a view. Even from here, Leon’s bulge was eye-catching and alluring. And perhaps a smidge bigger? Was he getting hard?

But before Nova could even begin to process such information, Leon cleared his throat to grab his attention. “Forgive me for being so forward, Nova, but I’ve caught you staring at my dick quite a lot.” The otter’s eyes widened. A stammering apology shot to his lips, but Leon beat him to the punch. “And if you’re interested—which I feel you might be—I have a proposition.”

When Nova next looked up at Leon’s billboard of a face, the feline wore a much more con dent grin. Sure, some hints of trepidation remained, but he was certainly more in his element now that he knew just how interested this apprentice was. “I might be able to use my peculiar situation to aid your own. If I were to give you an in-depth look, I can learn a lot about the magic a ecting your body and perhaps how to reverse it!”

The heat in Nova’s cheeks grew ten times brighter. “Y-you mean you want to eat me with—”

“With my cock, yes. Trust me, it’s perfectly safe and you’d be—”

“Yes!” Nova blurted out. Both men stood in quiet shock after the fact, broken only by Nova’s ensuing stammer. “I mean, uh, yes that sounds… illuminating?” Yeah, that was a good word. He was on a roll today! But more to the point, he was on track to get a close-up look at the Archmage. He was soon to be the envy of every student!

In no time at all, Leon placed Nova back on the table and reached around his waist. Gone was his shy blush, replaced by a rather con dent grin of anticipation. It seemed he was a lot more self-assured after his secret came out. Who knew? “You might want to stand back a bit,” Leon warned. At last, he tugged down his pants and allowed his coveted bulge to land freely upon the table.

Nova could have sworn his brain short-circuited for a minute straight. What lay before him was no dick; it was a monster. Only the very tip of Leon’s dick poked from his sheath, but the soft pouch of esh was large enough to prove just how much meat it held. Leon’s sheath jutted out from his groin as if someone had tied a small bag to his waist. Nova could have comfortably t inside it!

Then there were Leon’s nuts. The fat, furry orbs were too large and heavy to possibly maintain their shape with gravity tugging them down to the table, so it was no wonder they seemed to spread out for miles where they landed. His sheath pressed down upon them as well, adding its sizable contribution to the forces that should have left Leon waddling about.

Noting his student’s surprise, Leon chuckled. “I’ll admit, I have to use quite a bit of magic just to get my pants on in the morning.” His hand reached beneath his voluminous left nut, cupping the orb to give it a little jiggle. A heavy glorsh burbled into Nova’s ears. Had he just heard cum getting swirled around in there?

Gods above; Nova had never been this single-minded in his life. It was refreshing and surprising; having but a single directive bouncing around in his tiny skull. Not once could he remember a time when his mind wasn’t ooded with several topics and lines of thought at once, but now, all he could think about was how much he needed to explore Leon’s dick. Call it instinct, libido, whatever. Either way, Nova was scampering on all fours before his brain could catch up.

“Woah—Hey!” Leon squeaked on impact. Nova plunged straight into the cum- lled orb closest to him, and Leon wasn’t nearly prepared enough to keep his cool. A low, rumbling purr roared from his chest at the moment of contact. Nova pushed head- rst against the feline’s warm, smothering nuts. His muzzle was instantly buried in fur. Flesh ballooned around him like quicksand beckoning him further.

Both men wore stupid, satis ed grins. For a moment, they were each lost in their own worlds. Nova nuzzled into the massive, striped sack, and how good it felt to disappear into it. Leon relished the intense sensations rushing up his spine. Neither could be sure how long Nova spent buried in his balls, but a warm dribble of uid was enough to snap them both out of it.

Leon’s groin pulsed. Both felt the rush of pressure, but the larger of the pair was certainly more a ected. He thought nothing of the warmth climbing his shaft until a squeak of surprise reached his ears and snapped him from his trance. “Huh?” Leon looked down soon enough (and leaned forward a fair bit to see around his dick) and saw Nova wiping his face clean of thin, slippery uid.

Nova wasn’t sure what had happened until a drop of the hot gunk slipped between his lips. Of course, he wasn’t going around licking up random goo that fell on his head, but it was hard not to get a taste of the stu coating his upper body. One moment, he was enveloped in Leon’s nuts, squeezing and nuzzling them for all they had. The next, a ood of boiling goo splashed upon him.

It was salty, and just the slightest bit sweet. Nova was a smart guy (sometimes), so it wasn’t hard for him to deduce that he’d just gotten his rst dribble of precum from his professor. He stepped back with a goofy grin on his face and turned his neck upward. He was trapped in the shadow of a fat, barbed cock halfway bulged out of Leon’s sheath. He had to tilt to the side just to see the feline’s face! But that wasn’t the main attraction, so what did he care?

No, Nova had eyes for Leon’s dick alone. It pulsed with a torrent of blood as if greeting him, bobbing gently up and down. Somehow, Nova could tell it wasn’t fully engorged, yet it was wide enough for him to lay comfortably across! Its tip oated above him, just slightly peeking out from its cave.

“Are you sure you didn’t use your slime magic to make yourself bigger downstairs?” Nova called.

“I’m sure you can gure out that answer yourself if you conduct an investigation,” Leon replied sagely. Of course, Nova had no idea how he was supposed to di erentiate natural dick from magically slime-enhanced… but he certainly wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. “But rst, how about we get you used to being in a tight space? I’d hate to go too far before we know if you can handle it.”

“I can handle anythin—wah!” Nova squeaked once more. A slimy tendril wrapped around his midsection again and tugged him skyward. Normally, he’d protest such a sudden snatch… but he and Leon were aware that he enjoyed that sensation of being powerless to another’s whims. And he was powerless indeed. Even if Nova had wanted to, he could not have done a thing about his journey to a rapidly-approaching sheath and the turgid, pulsing length that poked free from it.

“Careful, this might be a tight t,” Leon warned. And without further ado, plunged Nova’s footpaws into the warm, moist space between cock and sheath. A rather noisy squishing noise accompanied rst contact and sent a shiver up Nova’s spine. Heat crept onto his feet and enveloped him in soft warmth. Unlike Leon’s nuts, this esh wasn’t so pliable that it contorted to match his gure, but he still felt it pushing against him with a smothering embrace.

That sensation only became stronger when Leon’s tentacle plunged him up to his knees and his cock throbbed with pleasure. The heated tower beneath him pulsed to life and bounced freely, forcing Nova to yelp and grab onto the nearest thing he could. Which turned out to be one of the rounded spines that dotted his professor’s cock. His tentacle left just in time for Nova’s full weight to fall upon the larger male. The warmth he exuded owed straight into Nova’s chest and belly. He’s never felt so cozy!

High above, Leon breathed a quiet hiss of pleasure. His breath had hitched the moment Nova’s hands clasped onto the pink nub of sensitive esh. “W-wow I had no idea how sensitive just one of those is when it comes to tiny hands,” he remarked. And so, Nova’s mind sparked with inspiration.

“Oh? So you’re telling me you can feel all of… this?” Following a brief pause, Nova let his ngers dance across the mass of spongy esh before his eyes. Tap, tap, tap he went, decorating Leon’s barb to the beat of some song only he was aware of.

Much to the otter’s delight, it had just the e ect that he was looking for. The way that the giant’s dick throbbed and shook told Nova everything he needed to know, but he still turned his head to gaze up at the man’s face high above. His cheeks had gone ush red. Slight shivers decorated his fur with standing waves of golden yellow. And best of all, his eyes were closed in pure bliss.

Pride ushed in Nova’s chest. It wasn’t every day that you could excite someone several times your size! In no time at all, he turned back around to resume his dance. Soon enough, he added his palms to the mix. He pushed into the barb with one hand while rubbing circles on snaking veins across the rest of Leon’s dick’s surface with the other. It was no surprise when Leon’s breath hitched once more, and a thick glob of precum raced up his shaft to splatter onto the desk.

Then, a sudden schlorp of sound tugged Nova’s attention back toward himself. Cool air drifted across his legs. For the rst time in a while, he could wiggle his toes! Shocked, the student looked back and saw that his legs had been freed from Leon’s sheath entirely. His cock had engorged further, long enough that it tugged him right out with it!

As if sensing Nova’s thoughts, Leon spoke up. “Well, there’s one way we could get you back in there.” Excitement pulsed in Nova’s chest. He knew exactly what to do.

Nova regarded his new project with a gleam in his eyes. He pushed himself up slightly, allowing him to see Leon’s fat glans far ahead, about half his body’s length. God’s above, just how long was Leon’s dick? Its girth alone was hardly fair, but it wasn’t even fully engorged yet and was already taller than Nova.

Wait, this was no time to get distracted! He had a job to do! With a shake of his head, Nova refocused his attention on the task at hand. He reached down and squeezed that rst barb between both hands, then lay at upon Leon’s junk. Once more, warmth enveloped his chest and belly, but he was not meant to stay idle. He simply shimmied forward, pulling himself along the throbbing shaft by hand.

And what an experience that was for Leon! Once more, his student’s tiny paws were at work pleasing his shaft, but in such a varied way. His fur and clothing provided just the right amount of light contact to get his heart racing as he pulled himself along. Then, a squishy spine in his path was simply bowled over, granting it a full massage. Pleasure erupted in his head like a lightning spell, and Leon had to bite his lip just to keep himself from moaning.

Not that Nova minded, of course. A dumb grin painted itself on his face with the cut-o purr of Leon’s sex drive. However, his prize was close at hand and there was no time to waste. With one, nal tug, Nova pulled himself to Leon’s fat, round glans and laid his torso over the edge. His view rapidly switched from that of the archmage’s desk to his cockslit, slick, wide, and pink.

A yawning black hole sat before Nova’s eyes. A quick look con rmed that his head would easily t within, and further seconds had Nova staring into the slick, pink abyss that waited beyond. His mind went blank. Not even a single thought passed through his mind.

And then, with a mu ed groan, Leon launched a glob of precum right into Nova’s face.

The hot, clear liquid was all too familiar at that point. Nova had just enough warning to close his eyes before the glistening wave from within splattered all over him. The translucent bubble enveloped his head and shoulders in an instant. He may as well have been dunked in a hot tub! After a moment, however, the liquid managed to dribble away enough to free the otter’s head and join the rest of itself splattering to his nuts.

Nova blinked, shook his head, and then a massive grin appeared on his face. He licked his lips clear of that salty stew and got straight to work.

“Ah, gosh I’m so—” Leon began, but his sentence was doomed to never be complete. His words died in his throat in favor of a lustful moan that slipped from his throat before he could even think of stopping it. Twin forces of pleasure robbed his mind of all available attention.

For one, Nova’s feet had closed together around one of his cock barbs. The little guy’s webbed toes may not have been good for much on land, but Leon’s knees wobbled the instant his cock came into contact with the smooth skin between them. It felt just like the inside of someone’s cheek, yet focused entirely upon that one, single token of his pleasure. His toes kneaded and slid around the mound of nerves so expertly you’d think Nova was a professional.

And his hands; gods, his hands. It’s no secret that the most sensitive area of a dick is the glans, and Leon’s was no exception. Nova’s hands danced around every bit of skin he could reach. Slickened by Leon’s precum, his digits were able to weave, squeeze, and tickle every bit of skin that surrounded Leon’s sensitive cockslit.

His breath quickened. A pulse of pleasure ran through his body, momentarily turning his fur a much slicker shade. At his size, both of his sts trembled from the desire to reach up and do as they may. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to participate. No one could withstand that kind of pleasure without feeling desperate to take it into their own hands after all. And in his defense, it’s not good for a student to do everything themselves.

The sky went dark above Nova. He inched and his gaze shot upward. Some primal part of him expected to see a massive paw ready to bear down upon him. Much to his relief, it was just Leon’s hand that shadowed his little form. A breath of relief slipped out just before he realized what he was in for. “Oh.”

Squish! A slimy squelch squirted in Nova’s ears on impact. In that brief moment when Leon’s palm rst crashed against him, it was only partially solid. Just enough so to spill a copious amount of slippery goo across him and the feline’s cock. The little otter was coated in an instant. Warm slime entombed him like candy coating and seemed to add twenty pounds! That wasn’t even including the incredible pressure of Leon’s palm as his ngers wrapped around his dick.

A moan-like purr burbled into the space of Nova’s eardrums. Leon’s grip tightened and solidi ed slightly around him at the same moment. His squishy pads became more apparent, though in some ways changed very little. Nova still sunk into them without a hint of resistance, only stopping once he was nearly entombed! Yet, he did not want for air in the slightest. Unlike most times he was squished, he felt perfectly comfortable. Just… smothered.

Leon, in the meanwhile, had to bite his lip just to stay present. His chest rumbled with a satis ed purr as he wrapped both hands around his monster of a dick. Still, his ngers couldn’t reach one another. He liked it that way, though. He allowed his ngers to loosen and bear down at random as he got comfy with his grip, playing his pleasure notes like a skilled pianist. Tingles of sparking pressure red in his mind, and it was even harder to resist the urge to moan when he focused on Nova’s now-squirming form.

“S-sorry, I just couldn’t help myself,” Leon apologized, though he wasn’t really sorry. After all, he felt quite amazing with his student wrapped around his groin like this. The barbs that Nova couldn’t reach were handled quite e      ciently by Leon himself brushing up against them with his ngers and palms.

But of course, no one simply holds their penis when jerking o . No, Leon couldn’t wait for a second longer to start stroking, and Nova had little choice in coming along. A whimper of worry and excitement disappeared into Leon’s palm as the Archmage’s massive muscles tugged his hand and Nova began to slide downward.

A sensitive nub of esh soon slid between Nova’s legs and up his stomach, granting them both an electric pulse of excitement. Nova may as well have been getting a massage the way it gently pushed against his torso on its way up. Relaxation swelled in his body with every crease that Leon’s barb followed. And of course, Leon lifted his head back and closed his eyes, nearly ready to give into delight with a breathless sigh.

Again and again, Nova’s little form bounced over those sensitive barbs, each time forcing the Archmage to gasp out in pleasure. His cock squirted out precum like he was a fountain xture. It had formed a lake upon the desk, dripping clear slime onto the oor in a steady waterfall that would soon reach Leon’s toes. If he’d been in the right mind, he might have worried about the mess. But now? Gods, all he wanted to do was cum.

Wait, did he?

Leon blinked, forcing himself back to reality in slow, labored breaths. His grip had tightened since the last time he was… well, aware, and Nova felt ready to pop in his grip! Tiny, squirmy twitches caught his attention at the base of his cock, barely noticeable against his palm.

At once, Leon lifted his hands and held them in the air as if he’d just been caught in some salacious act. Nova, of course, remained glued to his cock in a thin but copious mass of slippery slime half-mixed with precum. A utter arose in Leon’s chest at the sight. He looked so cute down there, mired in his sticky uids! Was that weird? Maybe so.

“Ah, um, apologies,” Leon mumbled. “I may have let myself get carried away there.” His cock then throbbed, forcing Nova to bounce gently upon it (not that he could unstick). It was as if his anatomy was crying out for him to nish the job,  tugging his consciousness ever downward to ful ll his basest desires.

Nova soon pulled his face from the sticky swamp of pink and yellow with a curious quirk on his brow. “Huh?

What do you mean?”

Leon blushed and willed his erection to calm however determined it may have been. It replied with a disgruntled jump with slightly less power than before. “I only meant to get you used to my sheath, not use you as a sex toy. Maybe we should… calm down for a minute? I still have some duties to attend to today after all.” An awkward chuckle slipped from his throat as he recalled just how many responsibilities required attending to that day. This meeting with Nova was supposed to be brief, after all. And once Leon got going, he would need several hours to fully get such a feeling out of his system.

To his credit, Nova pouted at the news, a grumbling mumble of discontent at his lips. “Later then?” he asked, hope rising in his voice.

Leon chuckled once more. This student was an odd one. “Anything you like. Even if you do end up getting buried in a comparative gallon of semen.”

“If that’s all you can produce with those nuts, I’d be pretty disappointed~”

Once more, Leon’s cock jumped. Okay, maybe sexual jokes weren’t the best choice for a moment spent trying to calm his erection. “Alright, deal. But for now, slip down into my sheath, you. I’m already running a fair bit late for my next chat.”

In response, Nova allowed himself to op back down onto Leon’s slowly-softening length, earning himself a goopy splash in the process. As disappointed as he was to not bring his teacher to completion (wow, this really had been a weird day), he was a fair bit tired after all that exertion. The warm slime that coated his fur was like a blanket holding him to the ground. There was no way he could get up, even if he wanted to.

A long, steady silence followed as Nova began to drift o and Leon willed his erection to recede. It was a stubborn beast for sure. Leon winced every time Nova twitched… or when he caught a glimpse of that tiny butt… or any time he remembered that he was about to have a student entombed in his sheath. Every one of those sent blood rushing to his dick in hopes of round two picking up where he left o .

Fortunately, all it took was a bit of deep breathing before Nova rst felt his hind paws touch the soft exterior of Leon’s sheath. This was by far the most malleable bit of Leon so far. The force from being carried along by the pink monster beneath him was more than enough to distend its surface. It molded around his foot at rst, but on the next pulse, his feet slipped right inside with a soft squick!

“Oh my…!” Leon yelped, and Nova could tell why. The instant his feet were inside the smooth, moist cavern of esh, his teacher’s dick throbbed with the force of a lover spurned. Nova similarly cried out in surprise, but he managed to resist the urge to hold on for dear life. He merely accepted the sudden jump and stayed as still as possible, allowing Leon to relax as he could.

Soon enough, the archmage was able to take enough deep breaths to continue Nova’s journey inward. First, his lower legs made their way inside, followed by his thighs. All enveloped by a slimy, yet comforting mass that seemed all the more eager to devour him whole now.

“Ah, almost—hmfff—made it,” Leon mumbled. He began to drum his ngers upon the desk again, though it felt a lot more like a steady, calming beat to Nova than before. His eyelids grew heavy between that rhythmic beat and the steady, slowing pulse below. “Are you still okay to continue?” Nova could barely nd the strength to respond. He merely waved a lazy hand in the air and grunted in agreement, bringing a small chuckle to Leon’s chest. It seemed Nova’s reputation of being lulled to sleep in the strangest of places truly wasn’t a baseless rumor!

So, Leon allowed him to rest as his monster of a dick retreated to… well, let’s just say bearable levels. By the time Nova’s tail turned upright and his rump disappeared into his sheath, Leon was at a mere half-mast. HIs dick was only about as large as his hand from wrist to nger, and about as thick as a st. More than enough for his magics to take care of hiding it with ease.

Although Nova’s small twitches and adjustments made Leon’s toes curl, he focused instead on carefully lifting his waistband above his crotch. Thank the gods for stretchy fabrics! And more importantly, the magic that made Bags of Holding possible. Leon was able to easily tug the mass over his retreating cock, and by the time it reached his waist, none would be any the wiser of his dick’s activities. Until he sprung a leak of course… or got fully hard, in which case not even these pants would stand a chance.

“Sleep tight, little ott~” Leon purred. He patted his crotch and shivered at the sensation of Nova’s head slipping into his sheath properly. He was fully entombed, though none would be able to tell even if they could see his sheath. Just one of the bene ts of having a fat one, huh?

Nova himself was at peace the moment Leon’s sticky, slimy sheath crawled over his head and sealed him within. The archmage’s cock throbbing beneath him was the only sign that he was anywhere besides one of those sensory deprivation chambers some wizard in the North cooked up. Darkness reigned. Hardly a mote of sound reached his ears. To say he was comfortable would be an understatement.

Yes, Nova could get used to this. He could only grin peacefully to himself as he drifted o into the realm of sleep… And suddenly, his body went rigid. Gods above, he had four projects to do that night.

Eh, who cares. He could probably just get a note from his new favorite professor.