The Chimera Summoner – Ch 23 – (Part 1) – Leaderboard and the Third Familiar!
Ch 23–
The school kept a running tally of tokens earned by students. They then ranked each student accordingly, both semester long, and over the latest weekend. For the freshmen, this was the same number, as our class had only been at school for one week.
Jennie and I stood in a throng of shoving and craning students, searching for our names on the ceiling high board.
Our year had one hundred and fifty-six students, only twenty-six of whom were Greenbeans.
Teams were clustered together, as team loot had been divided amongst them.
I scanned and scanned, unable to find our names. Nearly fifty students had chosen not to dive at all this past weekend and were all at the bottom with zero tokens earned from the dungeon.
My eyes kept climbing the list past numbers I knew were lower than we’d earned.
“Holy fuck.” Jennie whispered, at my side.
Jennie and I… were right at the top.
I felt a surge of excitement from Lucy, through our bond. From Lorna, a quiet satisfaction resonated, akin to a cat purring smugly.
I experienced only a pit of dread open in my stomach.
Around us, students were variously excusing or bragging about their placement.
The average score was something like twenty-five tokens, about what you'd get from a week of perfect attendance.
We'd nearly doubled that, with our eighty-six, divided only two ways.
Second place was a team of five who'd made forty-one apiece.
Hera’s team.
After that, it dropped off steeply and flattened out.
My eyes went wide as I tried to figure how many monsters Hera and friends must've killed to get that much loot to sell.
“Damn,” I whispered, “good thing we didn't sell that catalyst.”
“What the fuck is up with the top spots?” A girl near me asked. Her tone did not sound friendly. “Where are the rest of them? Isn't that cheating?”
“Wow, they beat team Hera!”
“No chance. They must have cheated.”
Suddenly everyone agreed. They should be ranked higher and the reason they weren't… was us.
“That's enough!” A tall blond girl, with a thin golden circlet at her brow shouted over the angry rumble of the crowd. Hera Edel had arrived.
Four other girls flanked her.
“Not one Greenbean is a cheater.” Hera glared around, daring the assembly to contradict her. “You want better placement? Work harder. I know that we certainly will.”
Hera’s tank, a huge, heavily muscled girl, even taller than herself, dropped the edge of a tower shield down on the floor with a boom. She smirked.
“I think we should all work harder, right now. Don't you, Hera?” She asked, projecting loudly.
“I do!” Hera agreed.
The five of them strode out from their place before the leaderboard, pushing the crowd of students away like they were plowing a snowbank.
I tugged at Jennie’s elbow, and dragged her away swiftly.
“Just what we needed,” I grumbled, hauling Jennie along through the halls.
“Isn't it?” Jennie asked, confused. “I mean, we got kind of lucky on the loot, but…!”
“We’ve huge targets on our backs, now.” I said. “And I already pissed off the student council, remember? The last thing I need is a bunch of people accusing us of gaming this leaderboard thing.”
“Why do we have targets on our backs?” Asked Jennie.
“Students can be challenged to duels for their Loftys in any hallway.” I reminded her.
It had been quiet on the dueling front the first week, since no one in our year had any Loftys yet. But now, everyone knew that we had them. And most of them seemed to think we didn’t deserve them.
We dashed to class as fast as possible, relying on most people in the other five freshmen classes outside the Greenbeans not knowing us at a glance.
We made it through Brawly’s workout, and Bernsley’s crafting lecture without incident. People in the halls didn’t yet know we were the owners of the two names conspicuously at the top of the class ranking.
But I caught a good bit of jabber about it.
General sentiment seemed to be that we must have cut our three other teammates out of the loot in order to boost our own numbers. Which was seen as both scummy Wayfinding, and outright leaderboard cheating.
I did a lot of eye rolling and kept my head down. Jennie did a lot more arguing. I had to drag her away from many a heated debate throughout the morning, narrowly avoiding Brawly’s ire in a hall.
After classes, I finally had time to do what I had been anticipating, and sweating about all day.
Summoning my newest familiar.
I’d gotten a new slot at level five by upgrading my [Familiar Bond] skill, this time at the cost of two skill points. With a third familiar, and Jennie, we would finally have as many bodies to work with as a regular team. As it was, we were definitely missing some key components.
Hence my nerves.
“The right entity will answer your call.” Lorna assured me.
We had once again rented a large, private training room at the gym. This one had a soft green turf, instead of compacted dirt. It was a bit like being in an indoor meadow.
“But what if–” I started.
Every iteration of the wrong familiar was ready on the tip of my tongue. Someone who didn’t fit our group dynamic. Someone who filled a role we already had covered. Someone with powers that conflicted with ours. A straight man. An unknowable cosmic horror that none of us could relate to or communicate with.
Maybe the last one would actually be ok. But the other ones would be a disaster.
“The right entity will answer the call.” Lorna repeated, solemnly.
Her calm was like a lighthouse in the sea of my turmoil. It didn’t ask me to calm down. It was merely steady and sure.
Her cool breath tickled my neck. Lucy pressed into me, wrapping her arms around my waist and giving my ass a loving squeeze.
“You want some help with the summoning materials?” Lucy asked, with her little lopsided grin.
I melted into her, as she drew me into a long, surprisingly gentle kiss. Her lips glided against mine in a slow dance that was starting to taste like home.
I held her tighter.
When we parted, Lorna swooped around for her own kiss. It lasted only for the moments she could maintain her physical form, but held just as much passion. I felt like I was kissing a princess at a ball.
I’d already gotten so lucky with my familiars. Lorna and Lucy were each more than I ever could have asked for. Chaos hadn’t failed me yet. I needed to trust her.
Together, Lucy and Lorna coaxed me into a frenzy, with their loving touches. Lorna shed her ephemeral dress, revealing her lithe ballerina’s body. Lucy followed suit, wriggled out of her skimpy shorts and tank top combo, reverently stripped me, and then turned to press her back into my chest.
I pressed against her warm, smooth skin, taking full advantage of the position to explore every inch of my bunny girl’s body with my hands.
She sighed happily, arching and undulating under my touch.
My erection came swiftly as I fondled and squeezed her generous curves, especially with Lorna’s tantalizing form drifting around us, teasing us with chilly kisses and caresses. Her icy fingers played around Lucy’s perky nipples, eliciting appreciative moans as she thrust her chest forward.
Lucy trapped my swelling cock between her soft thighs, letting it press eagerly against her pussy lips, as she worked her hips to pump me. Lorna floated down and became substantial again long enough to run her tongue luxuriously along the underside of my shaft all the way to my straining tip, slipping me between her sculpted lips for the briefest moment before she ghosted away again.
The feel of her sent delicious chills down my spine. I squeezed Lucy more aggressively, and she wriggled in delight, sliding her slickening pussy over me, and leaning around to capture my lips with hers again.
I could feel the longing between us growing, and it filled me with a warm glow.
It didn’t take my girls long to draw me up to the bursting point.
Lucy squeezed me between her legs and pumped my cock sensuously with her hands. Lorna teased us both with her beautiful form and the occasional delicious touch. I squeezed into Lucy’s perfect tits with both hands and pressed her to me, kissing and moaning into her neck as she milked me like she needed it.
“I’m close!” I gasped, thrusting desperately, my hips slapping into Lucy’s rump.
“Do it, baby!” She moaned, squeezing me, and twisting her soft hands in intoxicating spirals over my sensitive head.
Lorna moved behind me and wrapped her lips over the curve of my ear, and bit down with a moan.
I came like a bursting water-balloon, gushing out in scalding waves. I made a long, spattered puddle before us. Lucy aimed me, pumping and squeezing with delight, giggling with satisfaction.
She held me back and let pressure build back up, and then released me, allowing another powerful spurt of my thick cum to rip itself free, then repeated.
She lovingly coaxed the last few droplets out of me onto her fingers, and popped them into her mouth with a satisfied shiver.
[Familiar Bond]
My splattered ropes of cum glowed brightly, and rose up to form a swirling rainbow of colors, twisting into a summoning circle.
Lucy squeezed me excitedly, and Lorna hovered to my other side, flanking and supporting me.
My breath hitched as thousands of images flickered through the summoning circle, shapes too fast for my eye to follow, flitted through and vanished. It lasted longer than it had in my previous summonings.
Is it taking longer because our needs are more specific? Or was it that the summoning was having trouble finding an entity willing to answer my call.
I grabbed Lucy’s hand, instinctively.
My familiars both sent confident anticipation through our bonds.
Just when I was starting to think the ritual would fail entirely, a form stuck in the circle. It’s glowing, translucent outline seemed to study us each in turn.
I felt very naked, all the sudden.
Well. I was. But now I felt it.
Lucy’s hand clamped down on mine. The comforting pressure steadied me.
The form solidified, and a feminine body took shape.
Pink hair that cascaded behind her in voluminous waves. Curious, violet eyes. A pair of fluffy white fox ears, tipped with black, like a brush dipped in ink. Athletic, graceful.
Busty!