You wake up, bleary eyed, and cough up a lungful of glittering purple smoke. It hangs in the air for a moment, before disappearing with a number of high-pitched pops.
You sit up, which in your current state feels like an epic undertaking worthy of the mightiest of epic heroes. The demons of headache and dry mouth both assail you, but they cannot break your warrior spirit.
Looking to your left, you see a peculiar sight. A man with the ears of a donkey is snoring on a couch, the long furry ears twitching in his sleep. That isn't the odd part of course. The odd part is that you are still hanging out with Zack even though the asshole never pays you back for buying the wizard weed.
Wizard weed...that reminds you of something...
[[Wizard...wasn't there something you were supposed to be doing?|Forgot exam]]
[[Weed...Zack had better not have hogged it all...]]
You shove your friend aside, and he snores loudly as you reach under his bulk and pull out a glowing artefact. The glass staff glows with arcane runes, and a mystical cloud of gas oozes from the hollow tip.
The runes all say "GET CRUNK" in bad ancient elvish.
He did hog it all, the bastard.
[[Seriously though, there was something important|Forgot exam]]
A wizard has been scorned. This cannot stand. The council will hear of this.
You open your mouth to spit out some sort of bitter curse, but you're still too dehydrated to swear properly.
No matter, he wouldn't hear you anyway. The bastard sleeps like a rock. Let's have him wake up to a surprise.
[[Accelerate that donkey curse he was trying to shake off]]
[[Hogging the weed deserves a hoglike punishment]]
A feeling of terrible doom descends upon you as your gradually-sobering mind finally manages to get your attention. You were supposed to be somewhere today.
The final exam.
YOU FORGOT THE EXAM.
[[Go back to bed]]
Zack had been struggling with a donkey curse for the past few weeks, the result of a prank gone wrong. It turns out that shouting IT'S JUST A PRANK BRO to a summoned demon just makes them more annoyed. They, not inaccurately, assumed he was a jackass and cursed him appropriately.
It should be quite easy to help the spell along a little. You roll up your sleeves, rub away some of the hangover headache, and cast your spell.
The effects are visible almost immediately. Zack was only wearing a pair of boxers and a t-shirt, so when his crotch began to stir, you got a perfect view of the changes. His waistband was pushed down by his growing cock, revealing that his dick was now almost twice as long. It thickened out, the head becoming flared and flat, as the flesh took on a splotch brown-and-pink coloration.
Zack's musk, not particularly pleasant at the best of times, started to take on a thick and bestial barnyard stink. He snorted in his sleep, kicking his legs and pushing off his boxers, which showed clearly that his legs were now covered in thick brown hair. His tailbone started to grow, the tip becoming fluffy and fuzzy as it swished left and right.
He yawned, then tried to rub his eyes with his hands, but they were bunched into darkening fists. As they fused into firm, wide hooves, he opened his eyes blearily, then tried to yelp in shock. What emerged was a loud, blaring HEE-HAW! After a moment's shock, he glared at you, realising what was happening, and fell from the couch onto all fours as his feet followed the changes to his hands, fusing into big black hooves.
His body barreled out, becoming wide and strong as his bones cracked into a quadrupedal gait, and his face grew into a large, hairy donkey snout. His long hair flopped over his eyes and grew in a mane down the back of his growing neck, leaving a large and smelly feral donkey glaring at you in the room.
Well that was fun. But seriously, aren't you forgetting something?
Something light but appropriately embarrassing would be appropriate for this, you think. You know the perfect spell! You wave your hands, and clear your throat.
Light zapped from your fingers into Zack's belly, and his shirt started to ride up, revealing his hairy pink chest. His lithe, thin form began to pudge out a little, his belly swelling and growing. It bulged out bigger and bigger, rapidly becoming a big round ball that jutted out over his boxers.
Of course, the belly wasn't the only part affected. Zack's limbs started to soften and widen with a layer of chub, particularly his thighs. His shirt was soon stretched over a pair of big squishy moobs, and his face grew rounded, even forming a double-chin.
He snorts and yawns, waking up and looking down at himself to see that he is now a chubby, hairy fatass. You think it looks quite good personally. While he glares at you, you start to wonder if you were forgetting something.
You take hold of Zach by the shoulders, clear your throat, and then scream at him at the top of your voice. You then fall over and curl up into a ball, whimpering.
You feel better after that. But it hasn't really helped your situation. You need a plan.
The exam will have already started. From what you know, it takes the form of a complex spell, for which you need to gather the reagents, learn the ritual, and cast it atop the university tower. You know this from a few of your terrible dropout friends, whom you often skip class to smoke weed with.
Which of course has nothing to do with your current dire straits.
At any rate, there are options available. If you can weasel out the requirements from one of the instructors, you might just be able to rush into a pass. You have all day, after all.
You look over at the clock on the wall, and for a moment you remember repeatedly slamming your snooze button this morning.
Ok, you have most of the afternoon. You can do this.
First things first - you need to get to your dorm room and fetch your spellbooks. You would think that would be easy, right?
[[To the dormitories!]]
That would be extremely unwise. Wizards take exams very seriously. The great chasm of all-consuming death in Westeria was caused by a particularly brutal demarking for poor handwriting.
[[What's the worst that could happen?]]
You carefully balance the hassle of getting out of bed and dressed with a hangover, versus the hassle of suffering ominous torment from the invigilators.
Going back to bed it is!
Of course, when you are rudely woken up hours later, you find yourself suspecting that your choice was not optimal. Several masked sorcerors drag you from your bed and frogmarch you to the Dean's office. He looks at you from behind his desk, his glasses shining in the dim light. He enchants them to do that, he thinks it makes him more intimidating.
"Student, you are found guilty of a class C slothfulness. Your punishment will be proportional and immediate." He snaps his fingers, and the wizard wearing a lion mask pushes you over, while one wearing a lizard mask and one wearing a falcon mask pull over some sort of strange stocks. They lock it around your neck, leaving your head sticking out. It's then that you notice the wall behind the Dean - it's covered in hunting trophies. Heads of dragons, lions, buffalo, a massive variety of glassy-eyed beasts.
As you watch, the masked invigilators walk to the back of the room and drop their cloaks. Below the neck, they're all wooden mannequins! They pull off their masks, which you now realise are actually trophy heads just like the ones on the walls. Once they hook themselves onto the empty spaces on the wall, the wooden bodies go limp and lifeless.
It's then that you feel itchiness all over your face. You snort, and see something large and brown growing between your eyes. Your nose darkens and becomes wide as short brown fur covers your face, and you realise you're looking at a long muzzle! Your tongue stretches in your new jaw, and your teeth become flat and wide. You feel your ears stretch and twitch as they grow pointed and furry, while your hair falls out in clumps. Finally, two bumps grow on your forehead, slowly stretching and widening uncomfortably, until they begin to branch and split, growing into massive and handsome antlers.
The Dean stands up and walks over, before taking hold of your head and pulling firmly. You yelp as you come free from your torso, and he turns you around to see your body has disappeared.
"You will remain a trophy until you have demonstrated sufficient obedience that you can apply to be a servant of the university."
With that, you are hung on the wall next to the others. Your old life has come to an end...
You run down the tower stairs, passing a few of your schoolmates as you do. They're all clearly partway through the exam already, with some of them carrying vials of potions or glowing plants.
No help to you though. Each student's required spell is different, and you missed the part where you were assigned one.
As you exit Zach's dormitory tower, the ground beneath you shifts and moves slightly. You look out into the quad to see squares of grass moving around, and the towers of the academy rearranging themselves. A few classrooms float up into the air idly, and you remember what's happening. The university is shifting again. Every now and then, all the rooms and buildings will change form and function. The fully graduated wizards think that this keeps the students on their toes.
Wizards are dicks.
By the time you reach the lobby to what was previously your dorm, a feat you are forced to achieve by leaping across floating chunks of the Beshlen Memorial Fresher-Dunking Fountain, you find that none of the halls you were expecting are present.
A bored-looking satyr stares at you from over a receptionist desk. You wonder whether his goatee is just a satyr thing, or if he's going for the sullen hipster look. It could easily be both.
"You're late. Everyone else already picked a new building for their belongings to be shipped to. I was just about to assign your crap to get recycled."
Not your stuff! Your band posters, that one guitar pick you found on the street, your collectable owlbear statue! For a moment it strikes you that you don't actually have much of value in your terrible apartment. The satyr continues.
"There's two room choices that aren't fully booked yet. Pick one."
[[Pick Room G on the top floor]]
[[Pick Room C in the basement]]
Reluctantly, you pick Room G. It's at least on the top floor of the building you're already in, so that should save some time.
The satyr pulls some levers and turns a small key, and the walls around you shift subtly. You wait for him to give you your new room key, but he just glares at you. Eventually you ask, in your politest hungover raspy cough, what the fuck he's playing at.
"Room G doesn't have locks. Or doors. Enjoy. It's on the sixth floor."
Well, that's ominous. But too late to complain now. You leave through what looks like it is probably a staircase, and start climbing. Floor one, floor two...then floor two some more as you struggle for breath, then eventually onwards.
At some point, you reach floor five, and look around for more stairs. There don't seem to be any, just a skylight up to the roof. Opening it hesitantly, you look outside to see a sign nailed to a chimney that says "ROOM G: FLOOR SIX". And in a heap next to it, all your belongings in a pile.
Well this is just great. Sighing, you climb up onto the roof and grab your things. You can deal with this later, you have other priorities at the moment. However, you jump in surprise as a football bounces against the chimney and lands at your feet. A deep voice shouts from behind you. "Hey mate! Mind throwin' that back?"
You turn around and see the creature who was speaking. It's an enormous grey male, around six and a half feet tall. His skin is stony grey, his feet are a pair of enormous clawed talons, and his massive wings and horned head would indicate pretty clearly that this is a gargoyle. He and several others are wearing football shirts and grinning at you.
[[Couldn't hurt to have a quick game|Gargoyles]]
[[Grab your stuff and go]]
It does look sort of fun. You grab the ball and head over, and the gargoyles pat your back affectionately.
"Nice, mate! Get in!"
They're all so tall and muscular. To your surprise, their stony skin is actually quite smooth and enjoyable to touch. As you kick the ball around with them, you can't help but look down at their huge and muscular clawed feet, and that causes you to notice they aren't wearing pants, and they all have massive uncut smooth grey cocks. The longer you play, the harder and firmer those cocks get. Well, larger, at least. They're made of stone, so even when they're flaccid they're probably rock hard. Soon you are playing with a gang of fully erect, enormous gargoyle men, and they seem to be spending a lot of time bumping into you and rubbing against you.
You start to get sweaty and tired as the game goes on, but they never seem to slow down at all. Soon you can't move out of the way when they get close, and one of them seems to grab you deliberately, and moans in a deep, gravelly voice. Thick and cold grey goop gushes onto your back and drips down your clothes, the weight of it uncomfortably heavy.
"Sorry mate! Shit happens with us gargs, y'know?"
Did he just...jizz on you? You touch the goop and look at it. It's soft concrete. Two of the gargoyles move up to you and pull off your shirt. "Here mate, I'll wash it for ya!" The other grabs your armpits and lifts you easily, to allow the first one to pull off your pants and shoes, leaving you suddenly naked. "These too!" Then, before you can do anything, they both grunt and growl, their massive cocks splattering you with even more gushes of soft, wet concrete.
The taller one drops you, and you struggle to move, but the concrete is so heavy. The other gargoyles walk up close, stroking their cocks with massive clawed hands, and load after load of rocky cum coats your legs and body. Movement becomes even harder as the heavy concrete starts to cover you completely. You try to yell out, but the jocky gargoyles all moan at once and spray your head and chest with cum.
Everything goes dark, and you can't move at all. But somehow you can still breathe. Or rather, you don't feel like you need to breathe at all. It feels rather calming, actually. You don't realise it, but the gargoyles are carrying you to the corner of the roof, and using their powerful hands to push and carve the stone around you into the form of a handsome new gargoyle. Carving you a pair of huge and powerful clawed feet clenching the corner of the roof. A thick and muscular tail, a pair of enormous powerful wings. Even a new massive stony cock.
When you awaken, you will be opening your eyes and flexing your muscular new gargoyle body. Of course, you'll have failed your test...but gargoyles all get sports scholarship. Your new life as a jock will be quite a fun one!
A basement room doesn't sound too bad. You spend all your time in dark dank rooms as it is anyway. You sign quickly. The satyr then pulls some levers and switches, and you hear the walls grind as they shift. You expect him to give you your new room key, but what he actually hands over is a huge and rusty brass key that you'd expect to go in a barn door or something.
Not too surprising, you suppose. Wizards aren't exactly known for keeping up to date on things. Professor Bleazy still canes students even though that was banned fifty years ago. To be fair, he is a time traveller. From the future.
You take the key and dash outside, heading over to the building labelled on the key. But when you get there, your heart sinks. Teetering over the edge of the long drop is the rickety wooden university stables.
That cocksucking satyr really fucked you on this one. You use the key and enter, looking around. The ground floor is mostly tools and equipment, with a staircase leading down. Following it reveals the reason that the stable dangles over the cliff edge - there's a large wooden door that can be opened up into thin air, and all of the stalls were holding in a variety of enormous yellow birds. The creatures had long necks, smooth rounded beaks, large powerful legs, and small but still functional wings. They were bocobos. They used to be called something else, until someone cast DONTSUEME, and everyone forgot the previous name.
Naturally, your stuff is in the only empty stall.
[[Go in and grab it |Become chocobo]]
[[Use a hook to fish it out]]
You have no time for this. You shove open the wooden door and step inside, grabbing your pouch and wands and robes. However, when you try to leave, you find that you can't quite figure out the latch.
The wooden door is only about half the height of a normal one, and there's a small metal latch on the outside which hooks onto a hoop. It should be quite simple to open it, right? You try poking it, and pressing at it with your face, with no luck. Not surprising, really, it's hard to focus with all this constricting, heavy crap on your body. You sit down on the hay that is your bed and pull off your boots and socks, then flex your growing toes as your skin starts to toughen and turn yellow. Then you drop your robe and push off your pants and tunic before your growing yellow feathers make them too tight.
You flex, feeling much more comfortable naked. You don't need clothes with your beautiful thick coat of golden feathers. You try again to unhook the latch, but fumble it in your fingers. You look down and see your fingers growing long and thin, turning rapidly into strong wing feathers. It's then that you realise that something is terribly wrong.
You're trying to open something with your wings! Clearly you mustn't be fully awake. That's just silly. You bend your changing wings at your sides and crane your head over the gate as your neck grows long and flexible. Your body bulges out, your legs growing long and strong, and your feet spreading out across the ground as each toe becomes huge, muscular and clawed. You try to nudge the latch, but it's tough since your beak doesn't seem to be working right. You wiggle your butt as long tailfeathers grow in, and then finally your face starts to harden and stiffen. Your mouth pushes out into a thick, strong rounded beak.
Your attempts to open the gate are interrupted, however, when the stableboy walks over and rubs your feathery head. You chirp at him happily, and he feeds you a crisp, delicious green plant. Your eyes darken into wide, dumb animal eyes as your brain degrades into that of a happy bird.
Returning to the quad, you check your stuff and take a deep breath.
Ok, most of the examiners are going to be busy. You only know of one who's still around. Professor Gratson was working on spell combinations and won't be doing any exam stuff for a few hours.
You rush over to his lecture building, pausing only momentarily to sign a petition in the quad to repeal petitions, then try to run up the stairs to his office. Being so terribly out of shape, this turns out to be an awful idea. Several minutes later, you drag your wheezing body into his room and see him writing notes and waving symbols in the air.
Professor Gratson is a handsome older man. He forgoes the usual wizard robes to instead wear a suit and tie, which goes well with his distinguished bearded face. When he sees you enter, he smiles, which causes his bushy salt-and-pepper moustache to twitch up. "Ah, perfect! I need a second person to help me with this spell combination."
This is perfect! You will scratch his back and he will scratch yours. You quickly explain your issue, and he raises one grey eyebrow. "This is very much normally against the rules...but my research takes priority over examninations. As a lecturer, I am willing to do almost anything to avoid having to interrupt my work to actually 'teach'." He grabs your shoulders and lines you up carefully.
"The theory is this. You are aware of the spells TEL and RAPH? TEL reads minds, and RAPH allows the caster to communicate with and understand animals. It is my suspicion that RAPH actually alters the mind of the caster so that the animal behaviour can be translated, and I'd like to test that by using TEL simultaneously."
You tuned out about halfway through that, so you just nod and go along with it. Mind reading, spell combo, etc etc. You wave your fingers idly.
The spell takes hold, though it doesn't do much without an animal around to talk to. Your vision just takes on the slightly tinted hue of active magic. Professor Gratson then touches his forehead carefully, and stares at you. You feel his consciousness touching against your mind, though nothing particularly special seems to be happening. Clearly he disagrees though, as his expression looks fascinated.
"Incredible...this mindset, these thoughts...yes, of course! Now this makes perfect sense! During the spell, you think you are still thinking human thoughts but in actuality...I wonder..."
His expression changes a little, and he flexes his fingers. You feel him extending the duration of your spell and strengthening his own. You're starting to feel a bit odd. Your tongue lolls from your mouth, and you scratch your leg with your foot. He grins, and speaks in his deep, masculine voice. "Sit." Immediately, you find yourself squatting down on the floor. "Roll over." Your body reacts instantly, a desire to obey consuming your thoughts as you roll onto your back, posing your arms in a begging pose. What the hell is happening?!
[[Cancel the spell|More dog]]
[[Shout at him|More dog]]
While you're trying to think of a plan, your clothes start to slide off your body. You shake them off, and step out of your jeans as fur begins covering your body. You just can't seem to focus. You need to behave like a dog. How can a dog escape...
You instinctively raise your back leg, and sigh with relaxation as you pee out a stream of fluid onto your master's carpet. He yelps and pushes you back, then sighs.
"Damnit. Now that I think about it I probably can't be bothered dealing with house training a dog."
He waves a counterspell, and you blink as suddenly you're back to normal. Well, normal, naked, and peeing. Red-faced, you pull your clothes back on and stand up. Master - you mean, the professor - looks through his notes and strokes his beard.
"Here we are, the exam notes. You need to summon a chimera for your assignment. Magic components are gryphon feathers and satyr cum. Now please, I need to write up these details, and decide which professor would make the cutest dog."
Not wanting to spend any longer here and end up licking the professor's feet (though that might be nice now that you think about it), you slip outside. Gryphon feathers and satyr cum. That shouldn't be too hard. Both of those things are available at any normal corner store.
Wait, damnit. The stores are all closed for exam day! You'll need to collect them manually. You need to think fast, since the gryphons will all be heading off in a few hours. Gryphons nest not far from the school, but they put up a weirding wall during exam time and humans who pass through it turn instantly to ash. Still, you won't let the possibility of dying horrifically prevent you from failing an exam.
You try to summon up a counterspell, but you just want to sniff things and lick things and CHASE SQUIRRELS! Your master rubs between your head again, and you pant more, your tail thumping left and right. He helps pull off your shirt, and you step out from your pants, shaking it all off. You don't need that stuff! You're a good dog!
Master says some stuff in his human talk, but you don't understand it. You don't need to know many human barks except the important ones, like walkies. He gives you a stick, and you almost go nuts with glee as you take it in your mouth. Your body is shrinking, while fur grows all over you with a prickly, itchy feeling. You raise your rearpaw and scratch yourself, particularly behind your ear. Speaking of which, your ears are growing longer and wider. Fur covers them as they flop over. Which is good, dog ears should be big!
Your feet start to grow long while you grow firm, dark pawpads on your toes. They suit your toenails now, since they're dark sharp claws. You bounce around, feeling more and more happy and puppyish. Your gold fur looks so great! Your tail is so fun! You love paws and sticks! Your face pushes out into a long muzzle, and your nose darkens as your sense of smell suddenly goes into overdrive. You smell the leather of the chair, the wood polish, the musty books. But you especially smell Master! He smells wonderful! You love Master!
As your mind and body degrades completely into a labrador puppy, you feel for a moment that there's something important you are forgetting about. But then Master takes off his shoes, and all of that is forgotten as you nuzzle and lick his feet. You love beign a dog!
The dragon's enormous belly is sign enough that getting in his mouth would be a terrible idea. Still, at the same time, balls don't sound like a normal travelling carriage. You can't believe this is even happening to you, it's like some drunk furry is writing your life with one hand.
At any rate, you sigh and say you'd like to take the balls. Cratax sits up and spreads his legs, stroking his gigantic cock and patting his soft balls. Each one is the size of a beach ball, and his cock is like a massive sleeping bag.
"Bro, it'll be fine. Slip inside, curl up nice and tight, and I'll jizz you out over at the gryphon side. It'll be wicked!"
You step forward, and Cratax puts his forepaw behind you and guides you in close. His cock radiates heat, and the smell of it is intensely erotic. It's strangely spicy and musky, and it makes you feel a little entranced and confused. You find yourself stroking the massive erection, feeling the smooth flesh, before you pull it down to face you. The tip leaks a little clear, slippery pre. Surely you can't actually fit in here? You press your hand to the tip, and it flexes and stretches easily. Your fingers are slowly pulled inside, followed by your hand. You push your other hand in, feeling the firm tight warmth within the dragon's cock. Experimentally, you try to pull your forearms free, but while you can push in with ease, pulling out seems impossible.
Your arms sink in deeper, and you gulp and hesitate before putting your head inside. This might be the last time you see sunlight. But you are pretty much stuck now. You push your head against the tip, and it opens slickly and drags you in. Inside, there is very little light, only a faint redness. It's dark, warm, and slimy. The musky stink of sex assaults your nose, and you taste pre in your mouth. Cratax's cock seems to almost swallow, dragging you in past your shoulders and chest. Another 'gulp', and your crotch slides effortlessly into the enormous penis. For a moment you kick your legs helplessly, and then you slip inside completely. You slide down a slippery tight warm tunnel, and eventually you're spit out into a tight small cavern. You curl up into a ball and wait, tasting cum while it soaks your clothes.
You feel Cratax lifting into the air, and you're jostled around inside his balls as he flies. You can do nothing but wait. Unfortunately, while you wait, you start to feel weird. Your body is wet and sticky, and you feel so weak. You flop back, looking at yourself in the dim red light. Your skin is whiter and paler than before. It even looks sort of translucent. You struggle and twitch, but you can barely move. Your clothes begin to drop from your body, collapsing into rags which then disappear into more cum. You try to lift your arms and legs, but they just droop and splash into the massive pool of cum all around you.
You struggle one last time, then cough up cum as you collapse into jizz completely. You are still aware and conscious, but your entire body is now just thick, creamy, musky jizz. Cratax's voice rumbles outside and you hear it all around you.
"Oops! Guess my balls were hungry bro. Don't worry, I'll let you out like I promised. If you're lucky maybe I'll see a hot dragon and you can become a dragon egg. If not, guess you're a cumstain!"
You never expected to end your life as dragon cum, but it looks like you're never making it to that exam.
You might be about to see the sun for the last time, so you say a short protection spell, and look up at the sky. Fuck! The sun is bright! This is why you stay indoors all day.
Cratax grins wider and curls his body over, rolling onto his belly and opening his massive maw wide. His enormous tongue lolls out and his fangs drip with drool. Part of your mind says that walking into a dragon's mouth is really unwise, but considering your life choices so far, you obviously don't listen to that part of your mind often.
You get on all fours and crawl onto the dragon's wet, warm tongue, and he closes his enormous muzzle over you, trapping you in darkness. His saliva soaks your clothes as you feel him flying up into the air. At every moment you expect him to swallow you and send you to your doom, but it never seems to happen. Before long, his maw opens up again and you're spat out onto the grass. You look up to see Cratax gagging and rubbing his tongue.
"FUCK! YOU TASTE AWFUL! How much weed do you smoke?!"
Haha, once again, being a terrible layabout pays off. The dragon throws a sphere of some sort at your feet. "Here, use this to get back. No way are you ever getting in my mouth again. I was going to eat you, but I'm pretty sure you must be poisonous." He then flies off, grumbling the entire way.
Here you are, on a grassy plateau, only a few feet away from the rocky cliffs where you can see gryphon nests. Just got to grab a feather and get out of here.
[[Try sneaking up to get one|Gryphon food]]
[[Just be direct|Back to the university]]
You have no time to negotiate with gryphons. You'll just sneak up behind one and grab a feather from the nest. This will be easy. Your life as a lazy, sheltered stoner student has definitely prepared you to be stealthy in untamed nature.
You manage to sneak around the edge of the cliff and climb up near one of the nests. You figure that will give you more space, particularly since this seems to be the biggest nest. However, once you pull your head up over the edge, you realise that you have made a terrible mistake.
You find yourself looking directly into the firey orange eyes of a gigantic black gryphon. The silver streaks in his feathers indicate that this is probably the patriarch of the clan. His voice is like a rumbling avalanch.
"Well well, a little thief thinks he can sneak into my territory, does he?"
In an instant, his enormous claw has grabbed you and pulled you into the nest. His body seems to be growing even larger and more powerful, and it takes you a moment to realise that you're actually shrinking. Your pants slide off your legs and drop into a pile. The gryphon king pulls off your shirt and robe with his fore talon, and you feel your body tingling as you grow soft white fur all over yourself. Your ears stretch up over your head, and twitch as they grow long and fuzzy. Your nose twitches and wiggles cutely. You feel your feet growing long and strong, while your body becomes tubby and pear-shaped.
Soon, you are nothing but a tiny helpless bunny in the gryphon's grip. He chuckles and drops you, and you tremble in terror at his now-gargantuan form. His voice almost makes you wet yourself in fear.
"Now, little thief, you had better hope you are a fast learner. You can sneak around this plateau all you want, there's nowhere to go, and soon we'll be hungry. Good luck..."
You hop and dash away, wiggling your tail as you scamper to a hiding spot. You're not going to make it to the exam, and if you're not very lucky, you might not make it to tomorrow either.
You sneak up behind them, but they spot you easily because you're drunk and terrible. They turn you into a bunny as punishment. Better hope they're not hungry!
Directness has served you well so far, you see no reason why it shouldn't work now. You stride straight up the mountain path and pull yourself up a ledge, finding yourself staring right into the beaked face of a massive and powerful male gryphon.
He's currently lying on his back, his head facing you, with his feline legs outstretched, while he grasps his cock in one clawed hand and strokes it. He pants and moans, his leg twitching, until he spots you and squawks in shock.
Well, directness is the way you decided to go. You stretch, crack your neck, and walk around the enormous beast's body and jump up onto his soft, fuzzy belly. He blushes, then grins.
"Hello human. Come to play?"
You hold his beak closed, stroke his chest, and then turn around and hold his thick cock in both hands. He squawks again, more breathlessly this time, and his feathery little ears twitch. His lion tail swishes side to side as you pump him up and down, and it doesn't take long before the big guy moans and his cock pulses with cum, spraying thick got jizz all over your chest and face.
The beast gulps and pants. "I-I've never actually done it with someone else before. You should visit more often." You ask him if you can keep one of his feathers as a token, and he nods gleefully. You pluck one from his chest and hop off, waving as you go. He watches you like a lovestruck puppy as you crack your teleportation orb and find yourself back on the university quad. It's always easier to go one way through a weirding wall than another.
Ok, now just to grab some satyr cum. That annoying satyr receptionist should be able to assist.
[[Onwards! TO RECEPTION!]]
He growls in frustration and tosses the coin at you. "Correct. FUCK. So close to dropping this shitty job! I should never have taken a bet with the previous mail satyr." He glares at you, then rubs his crotch, causing his furry sheath to slowly reveal a growing thick red cock. It bulges and swells to a respectable size and girth.
Not needing to be told twice, and since you're getting rather good at this, you get on your knees and start to stroke his glistening red meat with your hand. The musky aroma of his furry crotch is rather appealing, and maybe you just have a thing for men in uniform, but you can't help but take a taste. You lick the side of his cock, then open your mouth and slip his meat inside, sucking it slowly while your nose bobs against his soft fuzzy crotch.
Satyrs are notoriously horny creatures, so it doesn't take too much of your bobbing head to get him grunting and panting, particularly once you start to rub his furry balls as well. His leg twitches, his short tail wiggles, and he bleats loudly as he starts to cum. The first of it gushes into your throat, the taste thick and rich, but then you quickly pull your head away and allow him to spray white ropes of jizz all over your face and neck.
He grips your head in his hairy hands, grunting and finishing off with a few more squirts and splatters of cum, then sighs and pushes you aside before returning to his job.
That was rather messy. But now you're ready. Demon summoning time! And with barely any time to spare, as well. You scoop jizz into a pouch and find a nice clear space to start the spell. It should be quite simple. You trace a summoning ring using the cum and your finger, then burn the feather and scatter some generic magic dust. No time for a fancy casting here, you just need to get this sorted.
You have no more fucks to give. You are covered in jizz and you still haven't had anything to eat. Except jizz. You flip the stupid shitty chimera the finger and unsummon him.
The beast vanishes, and a piece of paper appears in your hand. Grades are assigned automagically at wizard school. You look down to see a glowing golden C-.
That's the best grade you've ever gotten. This calls for celebration!
That evening, you are relaxing in your room. Zack has recovered from his transformative curse and is currently hogging all the weed, as usual. The satyr turned up as well, and even brought some cans of booze, and some of them weren't even cursed with body swap spells. You guys have been watching Netflickers, the magical broadcast channel, and eating bad pizza and booze. It's wonderful.
Just as you're about to switch to the next season of Bojack Centaur, there's a knock at the door. You struggle to get out of your beanbag chair, and manage it on the second try. You open the door to see a familiar face. The gryphon is curled up awkwardly in the hall, holding a small bouqet of flowers in one avian forepaw, a blush on his feathery face.
"Um, can I...do you mind if I join?"
You grin, and wonder what it might be like to have a gryphon boyfriend. You have plenty of time to find out, the next exam isn't for days. Overall, this was a pretty decent day.
This time things are going to be different. This time you're not going to get another D. The grade, not the genitals. You get a lot of both.
You step into the circle, raise your hands, and summon up all of your magical power.
The eyes on the chimera's two heads glow a deep, hypnotic red. You start to feel dizzy and a bit weak. Your knees wobble and shake, and you fall to a kneel. The massive monster pads closer on its quiet leonine feet, and the two heads lean down and nip at your clothes. Using their mighty necks, they tear your clothes off, and you're helpless to do anything but stare, your own eyes glowing too. You try to move or struggle, but your body just won't respond.
The beast uses one enormous forepaws to push you down on your back and pin you by your belly. He then bites at your shoes and pulls them off, and licks your feet with an enormous tongue. Both heads nuzzle against your naked body, licking and kissing you. Your body feels strange and tingly, and you start to feel a cracking and pressure in your jaw. The heads push you up and then wedge you between them, and you feel your arms and legs starting to sink into the mystical beast's flesh. The power and heat of the creature's body pulses behind you. You start to feel control of your limbs again, but when you try to spread your fingers, the enormous clawed forepaws of the monster flex and move. You growl and snarl, your mind filling with violent thoughts of power and control.
Your eyes glow brighter, while your teeth sharpen and swell into enormous fangs. At first it feels like there's no room in your mouth for the daggerlike fangs, but then your bones crack and shift as you develop a smooth feline muzzle. Your nose flattens against your muzzle and becomes triangular, while your ears curl and move to the sides of your head. Hair grows thick and heavy all around your head, becoming an enormous masculine mane. You kick your hindpaws in the dirt and feel your snake tail lashing powerfully. Every part of you feels powerful, in fact. It's amazing. You want more. Golden fur covers your head, and your pupils become vertical slits.
Your two brothers, the goat and the dragon head, whisper into your ears. Talk of power, of evil, of crushing the weak and taking what you want. You have always been a chimera. A mighty, demonic beast. You will conquer this earth. You must EAT ALL THE HUMANS. You yawn and bat at your brothers with your forepaws.
"Guys, chill. Always with the eating and the killing. Can't we just relax and smoke?"
The two heads look at eachother, and wonder if they made a bad choice of third head. Not that you notice, from your perspective you've always been part of a quartet of heads, being the lazy, derpy lion who keeps them in check. You swipe open the magic circle with one forepaw and head off to find some booze, you want to show your brothers the pleasures the mortal realm has to offer.
Not wanting to be interrupted, you peg the ball at one gargoyle's face, grab your stuff, and flee. You know a transformation scenario when you see one. You don't last long at wizard school without knowing when to avoid these things.
You use a hoe to hook your stuff and pull it out without entering the stall. You know a transformation scenario when you see one. You don't last long at wizard school without knowing when to avoid these things.
Your body seems to not react like you want it to. Your thoughts are confused and dizzy. Instead of what you meant to do, you whine and walk up to your master's feet. He leans down and rubs your head, and you feel your tail wagging. Tail? You look behind yourself to see that yes, a tail is growing from your rear and wagging happily. Master's voice feels so good to listen to as he speaks.
"This is fascinating. The spell gives one the mind of an animal for the duration, and as such all the usual wizarding protections fail. A simple mind read to associate a feeling of dominance, as well as some extension, and any sorcerer will become a loyal pet!"
You have to do something before you become a dog completely! But you can already tell what he means. Your thoughts aren't truly human thoughts - you are thinking like a dog, but translating those thoughts roughly into human thoughts so your conscious mind can understand them. You might have to think out of the box.
[[Try to fight it and build a counterspell|Become a dog forever]]
[[PEE ON THE CARPET|Manage to escape]]
Of course! The school dragon! Cratax, that asshole. Dragons can pass through the wall harmlessly, and he should be able to protect you. He is notoriously difficult, though. This won't be easy.
You need to get to his nest. You quickly rush to Integer Tower and run down to the basement, causing a magical overflow that dumps you on the roof at floor 255. The smell of axe and stale beer assaults your nostrils. You kick aside one of the axes he collects, which are scattered over the floor. He likes to get really sweaty barbarians to rub their axes on their pits and crotches, and then keeps them because he says they make him smell manly. Dragons are weird.
He's currently lying on his back, pouring a can of beer into his massive red scaly muzzle. His enormous body is covered in thick strong scales, apart from his soles and belly, which are soft and yellow. His belly is enormous, a huge soft jiggly boulder of dragon chub. Likely from all of the students he's eaten.
He cranes his long neck over, wiggles his clawed toes, and grins. You wonder where he finds baseball caps big enough to fit him. "Hey bro! What's up?" You sigh, steel yourself, and explain your issue. He listens, his long fanged muzzle grinnning. "Oh bro, I'd love to help. But ya gotta be REAL careful with the wall. You need to be tooootally covered to not die. So I figure you got two choices. You can hide in my mouth...or in my balls!"
[[Ride in his balls|Become jizz]]
[[Ride in his mouth|Reach the nest]]
Your time is running short. Just one more ingredient. You are about to run to reception, but then you see the satyr walking away from the dorms with a messenger bag and a cute postman hat. You flag him down and ask him what's up. "The university pays like shit, man. I have like six jobs. What do you want?"
Putting on your sexiest gaze, which is a little difficult covered in dragon drool and gryphon cum, you explain that you just want some of his hot and sticky cum in your mouth, baby. Or something to that effect. It comes out slightly slurred, you haven't eaten anything all day. He just sighs. "I know you want it for a spell component, student. Do you think I'm stupid?" He taps one hoof against the road, and then smiles in a sinister manner.
"I tell you what. Let's make a bet. You win, I'll give you the cum. You LOSE, and we swap roles. You get to be the underpaid satyr, and I can laze about all day avoiding going to class."
That's a dangerous proposition. You were hoping to avoid getting a job for several more years. But you have no choice. The satyr flips a coin.
"Heads or tails?"
[[Tails|You are a satyr]]
His grin spreads wider, and he opens his hand to show that it was heads. You gulp, and try to back away, but the curse is already taking hold. You feel your forehead ache as two nubs form and start to swell. They curl out into a pair of strong goat horns, sticking out from your hair as it becomes thick and shaggy. It grows down to your shoulders, turning darker and curlier, matching up with the goatee forming on your chin.
You feel your body moving on its own, dropping your robe and pulling off your shirt and pants. Your shoes drop off as your feet harden into small, powerful goat hooves, and your ankles become long and furry. The satyr takes off his hat and start putting on your clothing. His hooves soften into familiar feet, which he pushes into your socks. His furry legs become smooth and human before he wears your pants and shoes, and pulls on your robe. His horns disappear, and his hair becomes slightly less messed up.
Soon, you are looking into your own face, like you were looking in a mirror. Your own legs become stronger and more muscular, before the are covered in thick and heavy black fur. Your chest and skin become bronzed and strong, and a thick furry treasure trail appears from your chin to your crotch. You feel your face shifting, becoming the surly and grumpy thick-eyebrowed face of the satyr. He grins and places his former hat on your head, then throws the mailbag at you.
"Enjoy your new life, sucker. I'm off to ace this test, I already looked up what was needed when I was delivering the instructions for teachers."
He walks off, leaving you with a bag full of undelivered mail, a bunch of terrible minimum wage jobs, and an enormous hair-trigger satyr cock. Well, you guess it isn't ALL bad.
The sky starts to darken and clouds gather in the air, followed by a bolt of lightning striking the centre of your circle. From the resulting smoke and ash, a shape starts to form. It is huge and muscular, unfurling to reveal clawed limbs, a massive tail, two snarling heads.
The dark shadow solifies completely, and the stink of a mighty and powerful beast fills the field. The creature is quadrupedal, and the size of a truck. Four enormous clawed lionlike feet sink into the ground, the tops of them coated in scales. A massive and muscular scaly green tail, tipped with a venomous snake head, coils and swishes behind him. Muscles are packed all over the beast's body under his thick shaggy fur, which is gold in the front half and black at the rear. But something is wrong. Where there should be three terrifying monstrous heads, there's only a snarling scaly dragon head, and a horned goat head. The lion head is missing!
The creature flexes its enormous shoulders, and the goat head grins at you, his eyes glowing. "Human, I sense your concern. Simply enter the circle and recast the spell. I cannot lie to my summoner, I guarantee you that my full power will be completed if you do."
You'll get a bad grade if you don't summon a full chimera, but for some reason a deep-voiced red-eyed goat head doesn't seem that trustworthy.
[[Fuck this. Fuck that. It still counts as a chimera. Test passed, go home.|Finish with a C-]]
[[Finish this properly!|Fix things...mostly]]