Classroom Changes: Chapter 12 Masuyo at Inasmont

The rain and wind started late in the afternoon. Masuyo tried to keep flying, but the rain fell so hard it stung, and the fierce headwind slowed her progress. She was still several hours from reaching Inasmont. Trying to press on seemed foolish, and it would be dark soon anyway. Searching for shelter, she spotted a hay shed in the middle of a field. She landed to investigate.

The shed was open on the sides but had a solid roof. Piles of hay bales were stacked almost to the ceiling. She climbed the bales and found a hollow spot to shelter from the wind.

“I guess this is my home for the night,” she sighed. “At least I won’t have to haggle over the price.”

The rain had cooled the air, and she was drenched, causing her to shiver. She removed her wet clothing and hung it on the hay to dry. Vibrating her wings in a rapid and shallow action, she increased her body heat, and the air movement it caused helped dry her off. 

As darkness fell, she curled up to sleep. The hay was scratchy against her bare skin, and she tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position. Eventually, she fell into a dreamless sleep.

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The morning was cloudy when Masuyo awoke, but the rain had stopped. She wondered why Belladonna had not sent her a dream “lesson” during the night. Perhaps the miserable accommodations were enough of a torment? Whatever the reason, it was the first uninterrupted sleep she’d had since arriving in this world.

She breakfasted on the last of her snacks, including finishing off her pot of honey. She left the container for the farmer as payment for using his shed. It was an insignificant item among the palace's opulence; the kitchen staff had told her just to throw it away when it was empty. She thought it was a delightful work of art, decorated with a whimsical bee and flower motif. It would seem a luxurious piece of porcelain to the common folk and should sell for a reasonable price. She tossed in a few copper coins for good measure. Surely that should be adequate payment for her primitive quarters.

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She could see Inasmont long before she arrived. It rose out of the surrounding plains like a mountain. Constructed as a set of concentric towers, each one loomed above the surrounding one. 

Masuyo tried to fly over the outermost wall, but as she reached the perimeter, she encountered a force like invisible hands pushing her away. The harder she tried, the more it repelled her. It didn't harm her, but it made progress impossible. 

“I suppose it wouldn't be much of a magical place if anyone could just drop in,” she shrugged as she landed outside the main gate.

No guards challenged her as she passed through the portal. Scanning the courtyard, she spotted a bored-looking gnome at a "Reception" desk. She approached him and explained her mission.

“Humph,” he cleared his throat, “Let me see…” He flipped several pages of a hefty tome before him and ran his finger down the page.

“Aah,” he declared, “Here it is. Those documents are to be delivered to the post-graduate library in the Basilisk tower.”

“Okay…”, Masuyo queried, “How do I get there?”

The gnome studied her for a minute. “I’m afraid you don’t,” he declared, “That level is only accessible to advanced magic users, and you appear quite mundane, young lady.”

“Mundane!” Masuyo thought. She was going to protest until she recalled that was this world's term for someone who could not wield magic.

“Yep, Mundane, that's me,” she agreed, smiling. “I don't even know any card tricks.”

The gnome gave her a quizzical look.

“Yes. Quite,” he muttered.  “Leave your parcel with me. I will see that one of the upper-level students delivers it.”

Masuyo hesitated. Would Belladonna be satisfied if she passed her charge to this functionary? What choice did she have? She had simply been directed to deliver it to Inasmont, and this was Inasmont. She handed over the satchel. 

“Will there be anything else?”  he inquired, as Masuyo was still standing at the desk. 

“Um,” Masuyo hesitated. Is there someplace I could get some food? It took me three days to fly here from Deepforest, and I've used up all my supplies.”

“You… flew… from Deepforest?” the gnome repeated slowly, raising one eyebrow. “Why in the name of all the Archons would you do that? Any third-rate mage could have opened you a portal. I'm certain there are any number of them in Deepforest who would have accommodated you for a silver or two.”

Masuyo's jaw dropped. She stood stunned.

“A portal?” she said, “I thought only lilims could create portals.”

“Where did you get such a silly idea?” the gnome scoffed. “Only one of great power can indeed open a permanent portal, but a portal that lasts a few seconds is within the capability of any journeyman mage. How do you not know this? Have you lived in a cave all your life?”

Masuyo wanted to be angry that no one had told her about this method of travel, but she had to admit she hadn’t thought of asking. Her ego and determination to solve the problem herself rather than ask for help had put her in this situation. Still, she would never have met Gareth if she hadn't taken that path.

“Well, let's just say I'm not from around here,” Masuyo muttered. “Now, about that food?”

“The dining hall is across the square,” he replied dismissively, waving his hand in the general direction. 

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Masuyo gawked as she entered the hall. It was a cavernous room with long rows of tables. Students of many species, all wearing similar uniforms, but adapted to their particular physiques, mingled as they dined. 

Dishes full of food were flying through the air, seemingly doomed to collide but somehow always just missing and landing unmolested in front of hungry students. Empty dishes made the return journey. 

“I feel like I've dropped into a frigging Harry Potter movie,” Masuyo muttered. 

Most of the seats were occupied. As Masuyo scanned for a space, a minotaur girl three tables over waved and pointed to a vacant seat next to her. Catching Masuyo's attention, she smiled and nodded, indicating that Masuyo should join her.

Masuyo flew across the intervening tables, airborne dishes dodging her at the last second,  and landed by the empty chair. 

“Hi,” the minotaur greeted her, “I’m Tempesta.”

“Masuyo. Thanks for saving me a spot.”

“No problem,” Tempesta replied. “It’s crazy here at lunchtime, and I could see you were looking a little lost.”

“This is all very strange to me,” Masuyo admitted. Watching the food dishes float by, she asked, “So how do I order something to eat?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Tempesta replied. She handed Masuyo a card with pictures of food scrolling by.

“You just wait until the dish you want appears on the menu, then you touch the picture. It will be delivered to you.”

Masuyo examined the menu. It was currently showing a cage full of live baby rats.

“Eww,” Masuyo groaned.

“Oh,” Tempesta laughed. “It seems to be in the lamia section right now. Wait a few seconds, and other types of food will appear.”

Masuyo watched as various rodent offerings scrolled by, followed by dishes of insects. The menu soon switched to more palatable offerings. She selected miso soup and a bowl of ramen. The offerings switched to drinks; she chose a glass of lilac nectar. “Wow, they really do cater to all tastes here,” Masuyo mused as she waited for the food to arrive.

Masuyo found Tempesta very easy to talk to. Tempesta explained she was studying to be a healer. The idea of being healed prompted Masuyo to open up about her reason for being in this world.

“A curse? Hmm…,” Tempesta wondered. “I have a friend who’s taking Advanced Curse Remediation. I could ask him to take a look at you.”

“Do you think he could cure me?” Masuyo asked.

“Maybe,” Tempesta shrugged, “He’s only a human, so his abilities are limited. But it can’t hurt to try, can it? He's usually studying in his room after lunch. I could take you there.”

As they left the dining hall, neither noticed the mermaid staring at them from the corner. 

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“Um Humm,” the student mage mumbled, studying Masuyo as she stood naked and blushing in his room. He stroked her penis with one hand while the other massaged a breast.

“Is this necessary?” Masuyo whispered to Tempesta. 

“Dunno,” Tempesta whispered back. “I don’t understand curse magic. It might be part of the process. On the other hand, Zander is something of a pervert.”

“Seems to be a simple gender reassignment curse,” Zander declared. “It’s a pretty common spell. The kinkier students often use this on themselves and their dates at parties.”

“So you can remove it?” Masuyo asked hopefully. 

“Should be easy enough,” Zander assured her. He took a book off the shelf and searched through it.

“Here it is,” he declared. Gathering light magic around himself, he began to chant:

Aufer phallum ab hac virgine, et integram redde virgini.

The light exploded in a blinding flash. Masuyo shrieked and fell to the floor. Zander grabbed at his crotch.

“It’s gone,” he wailed, his hand stuffed in his pants. 

“That’s good, isn’t it?” Tempesta asked. “The point was to remove her penis.”

“Not hers,” Zander shrieked. “Mine! My cock is gone. There's nothing but smooth skin there!”

“I think I know where it is,” Masuyo said sheepishly as she stood up and faced them. Beside her enormous bee phallus hung a much smaller human one.

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Masuyo, Zander, and Tempesta sat on hard wooden chairs in the Principal’s office. The principal was an imposing figure. Standing well over 2 meters tall, she was clearly of lilim heritage. Masuyo had learned to recognize that by the distinctive horns. She also had dragon wings covered in white feathers and a long scaly tail. Her crimson eyes burned with an inner fire. She reminded Masuyo of Serass’ sister Dagon, whom she had met in the Dark Realm. Despite her terrifying appearance, she exuded friendliness and charm.

“So,” she laughed, gently chastizing Zander. “You thought you could reverse my mother’s curse, did you?”

Zander went pale, his heart racing, palms sweating.

“I had no idea it was the Goddess who placed the curse,” he pleaded in a small voice, close to tears.

“Mother?” Masuyo interrupted. “You are Serass’ daughter?”

Zander and Tempesta looked at her in surprise. Didn’t everyone know the genealogy of the lilims?

“Oh, pardon my manners,” the Principal said, smiling at Masuyo. “I am Freya Starry Fire, daughter of the Dark Lord Serass. So nice to meet you.”

“You should have been able to tell what order of being cast the curse by its signatures,” she scolded Zander. “You must always check the signatures to ensure the curse is not above your skill level. This curse obviously has elements of both light and dark magic. That alone should have indicated you were in over your head. Frankly, you are lucky you only got emasculated, the blowback could have been a lot worse.”

“So, what happens now?” Zander asked timidly. “Can you fix it? Am I expelled?”

“I ought to leave you this way to teach you a lesson about hubris,” Freya said with a frown. “But as Principal, I am ultimately responsible for your well-being while you are a student here.”

Freya summoned a ball of light in one hand and a ball of darkness in the other. Bringing them together, she muttered something in Demonic. The balls faded as they merged. Zander felt a change and shoved his hand into his pants, ecstatic to find that his little friend was back. Masuyo followed his lead and probed under her skirt, relieved to discover she was back to the single penis.

“As penance, you will write a fifty-thousand-word essay on recognizing curse signatures. I want it on my desk first thing Monday morning,” Freya instructed Zander.

“Monday morning?” Zander protested. “But it’s already Friday afternoon.”

Freya glared at him, her red eyes glowing with dragonfire.

“The library is open all weekend; you should have plenty of time,” she said in a frighteningly quiet voice. Her commanding tone allowed for no dispute.

“Yes, ma’am. Monday morning it is.” Zander said with a shaky voice.

“As to you,” she continued, focusing on Masuyo with a sympathetic look, “I don’t know what caused my mother to curse you that way. I wish I could help, but it’s beyond my power. I don’t recommend trying to circumvent the Dark Lord’s will; the results could be much worse next time.”

“Understood,” Masyuo said quietly, her head bowed.

“Good,” Freya declared. “We will consider the matter closed. I have word from my aunt that you may spend the weekend here if you wish or use the portal to return to the Dark Realm.”

“If it’s alright with you, I'd like to see more of Inasmont, “ Masuyo said.

“Fine,” Freya assured her. “Unfortunately, all the apartments are occupied, but we can set up a cot for you in a storage room.”

“Excuse me, ma'am,” Tempesta interjected. “Could you set up the cot in my room? I don't mind sharing.”

“If you wish,” Freya replied. 

“Thank you,” Masuyo said, hugging Tempesta. Her arms couldn't reach around the minotaur's massive torso. Tempesta returned the hug, using her muscular arms to lift Masuyo off the floor.  Masuyo buried her face in Tempesta's woolly shoulder and wept with joy to have found a friend. 

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“That’s the magic herb garden over there,” Tempesta told Masuyo as they toured the campus. “And on the other side of the green is the Fantastic Beasts Zoo.”

“The zoo sounds interesting,” Masuyo said, “They don’t have any cockatrices though, do they?”

“Of course,” Tempesta laughed, “It wouldn’t be much of a zoo if they didn’t.”

“I’ve had bad experiences with cockatrices,” Masuyo confessed, “Belladonna uses one as my alarm clock.”

“Oh my,” Tempesta gasped, “That would be awful. Don’t worry, though. The ones in the zoo have a spell of benignness on them. They’re quite harmless.”

“OK, if you say so,” Masuyo replied uncertainly.

A voice shouted from behind them as they began to cross the green.

“You! I thought it was you I saw in the dining hall,” Aya challenged aggressively, “What are you doing here?”

The girls were confronted by an angry mermaid sitting on the edge of a canal that ran along the courtyard's edge.

“Aya!” Masuyo exclaimed happily, excited to see someone she knew in this strange place, and not picking up on the aggression. “How wonderful to see a familiar face.”

“The last time we spoke, I believe you said you wanted me to be a chum,” Aya accused her, “As in the ground-up fish they use to attract sharks! I don’t think we ever resolved that conversation.”

Tempesta positioned herself between Aya and Masuyo. She glared at Aya, nostrils flaring and snorting.

“I don’t know who you are,” she said menacingly, “But if you don’t stop bothering my friend, you’ll answer to me!”

“Don’t threaten me, you cow,” Aya retorted. She sounded like she was starting a song, then she gasped and grabbed at the silver ring around her neck.

“Damn collar,” she gasped. “If it weren’t for this cursed thing, you’d be sorry you tangled with me.”

“Tempesta, please don’t hurt her,” Masuyo cried. She grabbed the minotaur’s arm to restrain her, which she quickly realized was a futile gesture. The girl could fling her halfway across the yard without even trying.

“Aya is right to despise me. I used to be a horrible person. I’ve said awful things to her in the past.”

“I have no right to expect your forgiveness,” Masuyo told Aya. “But I am working on being a better person. Serass sent me here to do penance for my previous attitude, to learn humility and empathy.”

“Umako told me you were trying to change,” Aya considered. But she's so soft-hearted, I was sure you were conning her. You may be genuine, but I think I'll keep my distance for now.”

“I understand,” Masuyo said with resignation as she watched Aya swim away.

Masuyo seemed lost in thought as they toured the zoo. Even the hilarious antics of the gremlins destroying machinery couldn't raise a smile.

“Are you OK?” Tempesta asked.

“Yeah, sorry to be such a buzz kill,” Masuyo replied with a sigh. “The encounter with Aya drained me.”

“That girl was just being a jerk,” Tempesta consoled her.

“No,” Masuyo said thoughtfully. “She would be right not to trust the old me. It's just hitting me that not only do I need to change, but I need to prove to everyone I have changed. The proving is going to be much harder than the changing.”

“Then maybe you just need new friends,” Tempesta replied cheerily. “Let’s go to my room. I have something that should cheer you up.”

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Masuyo sat on a sofa in Tempesta's room.

“Some tea?” Tempesta proffered a steaming mug of a minty-smelling brew.

“Thanks,” Masuyo replied, taking a sip. “I’m sorry you got into trouble for trying to help me.”

“Phht,” Tempesta snorted, joining Masuyo on the couch. “Don’t worry about it. The look on Zander’s face when he realized his cock was gone was priceless. I wouldn’t have missed that for anything.”

Both girls burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“True,” Masuyo said when she regained her composure. “But I bet I looked just as bad when I saw where it had appeared.”

“I think Zander was even more embarrassed when he saw how tiny his dick looked next to yours.” Tempesta giggled.

“I was surprised too,” Masuyo admitted, “Is Zander’s particularly small? I haven’t had much experience to judge from.”

“No, I’d guess he’s about average for a human,” Tempesta replied. “Conversely, many minotaur bulls would be thrilled to have what you are packing.” She gave Masuyo a very suggestive look as she said this.

“Oh my,” Masuyo blushed, feeling her penis stir. Why was she so horny? 

“What was in that tea?” Masuyo giggled. 

“Mostly peppermint,” Tempesta responded, still watching Masuyo intently. 

“Mostly?” Masuyo demanded. “What else?” Why was Tempesta looking at her like that? Was it because her member was stiff and poking out from under her skirt?

“Well, a little pearl dust, some mandrake root, a bit of arachne web and a few drops of alraune nectar,” Tempesta admitted. “Stuff to help you relieve the tension.”

“Relieve?” Masuyo protested, sounding panicked. “Part of me is feeling a lot of pressure.” She tried to no avail to tuck her erection back under her skirt. Why did it have to feel so good when she touched it?

“Why so worried?” Tempesta asked. The release would be good for you. This can't be the first time you've taken that thing for a spin.”

“Nooo…,” Masuyo cried, “That’s part of the curse. If I come, I'll die!”

“What! Oh my dear Luminae, I had no idea,” Tempesta gasped.

“Yeah,” Masuyo moaned. “And it takes so little to get this thing excited. I can’t count how many ice-cold showers I've taken since Serass cursed me.”

“So you've never experimented with it? Not even a little? Don't you wonder what it would feel like inside a woman?”

“What! No!” Masuyo recoiled. Of course, Tempesta was correct. Masuyo was curious, but the risks! “I'm scared to touch it. What if I went too far and couldn't stop it? Guys come awfully fast, don't they? Besides, where would I find a woman wanting to do it with a freak like me?”

“You're with one now,”  Tempesta smiled broadly. Her skirt was pulled up, and her panties lay on the floor. She was massaging her crotch with one hand.

“Oh,” Masuyo gasped. Perhaps it was the potion in the tea talking. Somehow, she found the idea frightening but also strangely appealing. She had been carrying this appendage around for so long. What if she could have some fun with it?

“I had a boyfriend who used to do what he called edging to last longer,” Tempesta said. “He described how he could tell when he was about to orgasm, and how he could prevent it by stopping momentarily.” Tempesta removed her blouse and moved closer to Masuyo. She wrapped one beefy arm around Masuyo’s shoulder while with the other one, she stroked Masuyo’s cock, sending thrills along Masuyo’s spine.

The rational part of Masuyo’s mind was screaming at her to run away. But it was overwhelmed by the emotional part. Tempesta was like a big, sexy teddy bear. Mauyo felt safe snuggled against her hairy torso.

Tempesta continued gently stroking and tickling Masuyo’s penis.

“Let me know when you feel a change,” Tempesta said.

It wasn’t long before Masuyo felt something happening. It was like a surge building up.

“Oh,” she said, “I feel like a wave is coming.”

“Good, that’s the sign to stop,” Tempesta advised her, ceasing her ministrations. “Try to relax the muscles in your groin.”

Masuyo did as she was told; she could feel the wave subside.

They repeated the process three times, with Masuyo stopping just before the climax. The sensations were pleasant but ultimately disappointing. Where were the fireworks? Where were the knee-weakening ripples of pleasure?

Tempesta lifted Masuyo and carried her to the bed. She lay down with Masuyo on top. She guided Masuyo’s erection into position. 

Masuyo let out a small gasp as her sword entered Tempesta's sheath. The warmth and wetness were exquisite, infinitely better than manual stimulation.

“Mmm, that's nice,” Tempesta moaned. “Take it slow to start and pull out when you're getting close.”

Masuyo was careful to pause when she felt the wave building. During the break, she nuzzled her face into Tempesta's furry breasts while Tempesta kept her own arousal active using her fingers. 

A few rounds of this, and Tempesta was near climax. She let out a thunderous bellow and began shaking. In her throes of ecstasy, she hugged Masuyo tightly. Masuyo felt herself about to come, but was powerless to pull out, imprisoned by Tempesta's iron grip.

Masuyo exploded. Her penis pumped vigorously, every contraction causing spasms of pleasure throughout her body. She wished it would never end, but it was over in seconds. With a massive moan of contentment, she collapsed on top of Tempesta.

“You came,” Tempesta said, alarmed.

“Yeah,” Masuyo sighed, looking into Tempesta's eyes with a satisfied smile.

“But… the curse?” Tempesta cried.

“I don't know,” Masuyo mused. “I feel OK. No, scratch that, I feel wonderful. Maybe it takes a while for the curse to kick in? I know this sounds morbid, but will you cuddle me until I'm gone?”

“Of course,” Tempesta whispered, holding Masuyo close. They fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Masuyo opened her eyes. Was this the afterlife? It looked just like Tempesta's room.

“Good morning,” Tempesta said cheerily. “You slept so long I started wondering if you really were dead. But dead people don't snore.”

“Well, I don't know why I'm still alive,” Masuyo smiled. “But I'm not going to complain.”

Masuyo paused, looking confused. 

“Something is different,” she said, feeling under the sheets.

“It's gone!” she shouted, throwing off the covers, revealing a perfectly normal looking vagina between her legs.

“And my stinger is back!” she gasped. “The curse has been lifted.”

“That’s fabulous,” Tempesta said, “But how?” Secretly, Tempesta was a little disappointed. She had hoped for another session of intercourse with Masuyo's impressive cock. 

“I have no idea,” Masuyo admitted.” I have to get back to the Dark Realm. Maybe Belladonna will know.”

“Right,” Tempesta agreed. “ Get dressed, I'll show you to the portal room.”

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Masuyo rushed from the portal room, bursting into Belladonna's office without knocking. Serass was sitting on the desk, chatting with her sister. 

“Hello, little bug,” Serass greeted her. “I see you had an eventful journey.”

“The curse… I had sex… I'm not dead…” Masuyo stammered. “What happened?”

“Everything is just like I told you,” Serass replied with a grin. “I said that as a drone you could only have sex once. You did it once, and you're no longer a drone.”

“But you said I would die,” Masuyo protested. “You lied about that!”

“I did not lie!” Serass said, feigning offence.  “Have you never heard an orgasm described as Le Petit Mort? That's French for the little death. Not a lie, just a bit of word play.”

“Oh Gosh, sister…you just made that up! Thousands of years and you're still terrible at lying…” Belladonna said scornfully, trying to contain her laughter.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!, You know, I was trying to look cool here, " Serass pouted. Infuriated, she grabbed Belladonna’s soft cheeks and started to pull them.

“Ish not my phauuullllllt, terrible liarrrr” Laughed Belladona. 

Masyuo was astounded to see two inconceivably ancient and powerful demons having a normal sister's relationship. 

“So….” Mayuso interjected. The demons turned toward her. Beladonna looked relieved, and Serass looked annoyed.

“So I could have removed the curse any time by masturbating?” Masuyo demanded. 

“Yes,” Serass said, laughing. “But I knew you wouldn't. It was your fear and suspicion that kept you cursed.”

“That’s devilishly devious,” Masuyo pouted.

“Well, what did you expect from a demon?” Serass grinned. “Come on, it's time to go home.”

“Umm…” Masuyo hesitated, “Would it be possible for me to stay here just a little bit longer?”

“Humph…” Serass muttered, “I thought you’d be anxious to return home.”

“Well, there’s someone I want to say goodbye to,” Masuyo answered shyly, blushing.

“I suppose it’s that man, Gareth, isn’t it?” Serass sighed, “I don’t know why I bother to upgrade you people when you still want to consort with inferior species. I expect it’s a side-effect of you spending your early years as a human.”

“Very well,” Serass continued with a resigned look. With a wave of her hand, she opened a portal to the tavern where Gareth was eating lunch. Gareth was startled at the apparition before him, his expression quickly changing to joy when he saw Masuyo on the other side.

Masuyo leapt through the portal into his waiting arms.