Academy Days: Mechanist’s Club – 1 [❤️]

Things have been going well for you and your bros.

You are Thursday, the hunk with a big junk, and you and the other incubi have finished the last of the rations. Well, mostly you.

You’ve got a big appetite. Moving all the heavy stuff, exercising to your limits to maximize gains, and maybe a little bit of stress eating…No wonder you finished the last of the rations yesterday.

Your little bros haven’t needed as much. They’ve moved on from skimming residual DESIRE from the frat to full-on canoodling. Dodder broke the ECS on a girl from the cephalopod appreciation club and is in a relationship with her.

Emotionally, even.

Waxflower was a bit lazier, but you don’t hold it against him. He found a few of the more pent-up members of the frat and introduced friendly buttsex. Now he goes out on jogs with them to fuck in secluded spots across Camelot. One of his boys even offered you a brojob!

Which was awesome, by the way. Except maybe your pheromones were too strong. Waxflower complained that he calls out your name when they fuck. You feel pretty bad about that.

And Yew? He left the archery club when they started talking really weirdly about purity. Something about keeping elven bloodlines sacred? Wood elves with wood elves, high elves with high elves, snow elves with snow elves…What’s the deal with that?

Thankfully, he got out of there and made a fletching club with a few of the elves who preferred to stick with him. You’re still surprised he’s only fucking two of them!

You’re so proud of your bros for making the effort to restrain themselves. If anyone’s going to blow your cover, it’ll probably be you. Good thing you took steps to reduce the chances of that happening!

Like working in the arcanomechanist club HQ. Nothing takes your mind off how horny you are as much as building doodads, kerjiggers, and thingamabobs. There are official terms for all that stuff, but you prefer your words.

“The bendy pipe connects to the intake valve, which joins with the mana piston, connected to the leg bone—Wait, uh.” You pause and check your work, sitting down to weld the pipes together. “Looking good!”

“Looking passable, more like.” Chief Lightspeed has to stand on her tiptoes to look over your shoulder. “Your welding’s uneven. It’ll collapse when the vehicle goes past 3G’s. Do it again.”

“Yes boss!” You salute and the lithe goblin preens.

She’s a hardass, sure. Also very foul-mouthed for a Prillian. But you’ve learned more from her about mechanical engineering, magical or otherwise, than from any of your classes. She struts off to investigate how the others are doing, often giving pointers and criticism in the same breath.

When the autohammer isn’t pounding metal into shape, the club members talk to each other as they work. Mostly about classes, annoying teachers, and some new mech idea they have. Today, it’s gossip.

“Didja hear about Cirrus?” One of the triplets, Bumble asks. “She’s got a boyfriend.”

“So?” Glimmer scoffs. “I went out with Snik.”

“Don’t remind me.” Snik, the only other guy huffs.

“Yeah, but Cirrus is going out with a human.” Tumble, one of the sisters, adds. “A wizard’s apprentice, if you can believe that.”

“There’s a lot of that going around.” Snik pulls off his goggles and looks over his handiwork. “Ruka, from my metalworking class, is going out with a dwarf. He came up to her one day and asked her out on a date like it was nothing.”

Is that weird?

“You guys are acting like it’s not normal.” You almost take off your protective coat to stretch but stop yourself. “Isn’t that how relationships start?”

Dodder was a great help in explaining how mortal relationships work. You can’t just wave your genitals in potential partners and ask if they want some. You have to court them, share food and time with them before you can even get touchy.

“Maybe if people didn’t have a thing against us greenskins.” Grumble, the last of the triplets, pouts. “Mark my words, they’re doing it as a mean prank.”

“So pessimistic.”

“You’re such a downer.”

The other goblins chime in, and Grumble just grumbles some more.

“What are you dopes yapping about?” Lightspeed rounds the corner waving her massive wrench around.

“Grumble thinks all the goblins getting boyfriends are getting pranked.” Glimmer answers. “I think that it’s finally time we’re getting recognized as good girlfriend material.”

“Maybe there’s a fever going around?”

“A fever that makes humans and dwarves prefer goblins?”

“This all started when that wacko goblin walked right through the Holy Knight’s church. Guys like it when a girl has balls.”

“Shut it!” Lightspeed stomps down on the conversation. “The only ‘good material’ is refortified electrum to enhance mithril conduit efficiency! I don’t want to listen to you talk about boys.”

“Come on, Chief Lightspeed.” Tumble takes off her face protection and you quickly look away before you see too much of her cute face. “Haven’t you ever wanted to get in a relationship?”

“Relationships are roadblocks to making the ultimate mech.” Lightspeed checks over the machines one last time and grunts. “We’ve done enough for today. Head on out, I’ll close up.”

Way to end a conversation.

You follow Snik to the changing room, which is barely big enough for you. You offer to help Snik out, but the goblin refuses. Snik bashfully closes the door and scampers off when he’s done. He’s weirdly modest when you change together, more comfortable with the girls. Those small shorts and his long, brown hair are more typical on a female goblin, but to each their own.

“See you later, Snik!” You wave as he runs off.

“Y-yeah. You t-too!” The poor guy’s DESIRE spiked under the ECS.

Gosh, maybe talking about goblin women getting in relationships got him hot and bothered. No, wait, he’s been like that since the girls made you guys share a changing room. Eh, doesn’t matter. You squeeze inside and push the brooms aside to change.

Physical clothes are such a hassle.

You’re about to head out when you are cornered. You freeze in place as the triplets come up to you in sweaty shirts, their busts hardly contained by the straps of their overalls. You start looking for an exit, but aside from the big doors, the only way out is through them.

“Thursday!” Tumble smiles at you, her head at the groin height. “You got to help me and Bumble.”

“Uh, yeah?” Maybe if you step over them…

“Grumble thinks it’s a prank, but we think she’s wrong.”

“Fat chance.” Grumble scowls.

“Being a guy, you’d probably know…” Bumble nervously kicks the ground. “But do you think you would go on a date with a goblin?”

You don’t even think about it.

“Yeah, of course.” You nod, trying to control your growing erection with the power of your mind.

No dice, your body was always stronger. And you can see the sweat rolling into their cleavage, their thighs straining their overalls. Staying here any longer is dangerous.

“Really?” Tumble’s ears perk up. “Well, do you have any—”

“Sorry, I’m in a bit of a rush.” You interrupt and step over them, ignoring her breath dancing on your straining crotch. “I’ll see you later!”

You run out, your dick threatening to erupt out of your pants. You’ve got to find an isolated place to blow off some steam.

“See?” Your youngest sister crosses her arms. “Thursday was just being polite.”

“Stop being so grumpy!” Your middle sister, Tumble stamps her foot. “He always gets out in a rush.”

“Probably because he doesn’t like us.” Grumble huffs.

“That’s ridiculous! Tell her, Bumble!”

You’d say something, if your mind wasn’t short-circuiting. A thousand volts buzz in your brain, burning all the way from your sinuses. When Thursday stepped over you, something in his pants very nearly brushed past your nose. It smelled…delicious.

In a way that doesn’t involve food, if that makes sense.

“We should follow him.”

You don’t know why.

You just sense that the tall human has something you need. Something that makes something below your stomach do somersaults.

“So we can confront him, awesome!” Grumble cackles.

“But…” Tumble wants to say something, but you’re already going after him.

You track Thursday down his usual route and into a condemned building. Tumble nervously looks around before following you and Grumble inside. You sisters have experience in sneaking around, and you quietly investigate the building floor by floor. Grumble is climbing through a battered wall when she sniffs the air.

“Weird…I’m getting that feeling too.” She messes around with her goggles, and a blacklight beam shoots from them.

“Are we sure we should be here? Maybe Thursday likes to hang out here for privacy?”

“Privacy, schmivacy.” You roll your eyes. “I’d like to know why one of the two guys in our club always comes here after our club meet.”

“Wait, how do you know he always—"

“Hold on, I found something.” Grumble follows a splatter illuminated by the blacklight on the walls, the floor, the ceiling. “Woah…blood?”

If it’s blood, there’s a lot of it. It’s splattered pretty much everywhere. Eventually, you notice that there’s something like tracks, and you follow them through the building until there’s more glowing surfaces than not. The smell gets stronger, all three of you squirming uncomfortably with this new need that you just can’t place.

Then you find the room. Everything inside glows, but none of you are considering that it could be blood. Some basic instinct screams in your minds that it isn’t blood, but something different. And you can’t help but feel, like many goblin girls…that you need a boyfriend.

“Wow.” Grumble’s features soften as she takes a deep breath. “Does Thursday come in here every day and kill animals or something?”

“We all know it’s not blood.” Blood smells different. And this much would attract all the wights in Camelot.

“Ooh, maybe a forbidden blood ritual. Probably used a chicken as a sacrifice.” Grumble smirks, relishing your annoyance.

“Thursday isn’t choking any chickens in here!”

You and Grumble are about to start another argument when Tumble pulls you both by the ears and points out a nearby window.

“He’s leaving!” Tumble hisses.

Thursday briskly heads towards the main campus, wiping something out of his beard. Maybe it’s the mystery. Maybe it’s a nice change of pace. Or maybe it’s that enchanting aroma. Either way, you’re all just as eager to follow him.

“C’mon girls.” You shut down any more argument from Grumble with a look.

Thursday is a bit wilier to follow on the busier streets. Thankfully, you and your sisters have an easy time following his golden mane and broad shoulders. The first place he stops by is a firing range. He settles down next to a couple elves and talks as they fire arrows into floating targets. Grumble puts on her goggles and focuses the lens on them.

“Who’s he talking to?” Grumble frowns.

Is she jealous? Why?

“That’s Yew.” Tumble answers.

…But you’re right here?

“Thursday’s frat brother.” She continues. “Yew…Morningwood, I think?”

You take out your binoculars and get a closer look at them. Thursday grins as he chats with the male elf of the trio, the one with a pointed face and pretty blue eyes. He’s handsome, for an elf, you begrudgingly admit. Practically beautiful, though nobody’ll catch you saying that about any knife-ears. Thursday puts his hand on the elf’s should and leans in close, close enough that their noses nearly touch…

You scowl and put down your binoculars. Screw that pretty jerk. He shouldn’t get so close to Thursday. People might get weird ideas. Especially Tumble, whose ears are burning about as brightly as the faces of the two girl elves by Thursday and Yew.

“Oooh…They seem close.” Tumble fans herself. “Really close.”

One of the elf girls shoots a magic arrow, exploding one of the targets with a flash of fire. She’s scowling at Thursday, who sheepishly separates from Yew. He pats his frat brother on the shoulder and leaves. You shake Tumble from her trance, and she wipes away a strand of drool on her chin as she hurries to follow you.

Thursday walks at a more leisurely pace, occasionally hopping into alleyways for some reason. He’d wait a while, then come back out with a worried expression. That’s a bit sketchy. Maybe he owes somebody debts? If someone want to hurt him, you’ll…you’ll what?

Defend his honor? What are you even thinking? Why are you acting like this?

He brightens up as the track and field team turns a corner on the street. The stampede of students jogs through Camelot and pedestrians clear the way. Mostly the shorter races like yourselves to avoid getting trampled by the centaurs at the head of the charge.

You and your sisters scamper to safety, climbing up the jagged stone walls of an older building to rest on a fire escape. Thursday waits in an alley and pulls one of the joggers from the stampede by the scruff of his shirt. He pushes him against the wall and slams his arm right next to his head.

“Holy crap.” Grumble focuses her goggles on the pair.

You can feel the blush burn all the way down to your neck as Thursday whispers things into the jogger’s ear. His musclebound body brushing against the jogger’s own with every breath…

“Another from his fraternity.” Tumble meeps. “Waxflower.”

“The men of Attraction Dragon House are…close.” You wipe away the sweat beading on your forehead.

“Very close.” Grumble licks her lips. “Y’think they’re going to kiss?”

“Don’t be dumb. Boys don’t kiss boys…right?”

You sit there, watching Thursday and Waxflower discuss something. Every time Thursday gets close to Waxflower, Grumble hums and leans closer.

“If they did, Thursday would kiss the pretty elf boy.” Tumble says.

“No way!” Grumble grunts. “There’s chemistry here. Did you see how Waxflower reacted when Thursday pulled the hand-on-wall tech?”

“Girls, stop!” You pinch their cheeks. “He’s leaving.”

You scurry down the fire escape and tail Thursday some more. He enters one of the apartments around the campus, ringing the buzzer to be let in. You rush to follow him, but the door closes behind.

Crap.

You look at your sisters, and the three of you come to a solution without saying anything, as only the closest siblings can. You and Grumble analyze the buzzer as Tumble nervously acts as the lookout. You use your multitool to take apart the lock mechanism and frown.

“I could unlock it, but then it’d be obvious someone broke in.”

“What if—”

“Let’s try not breaking the law.” You interrupt Grumble.

“Maybe check which apartment let him in?” Tumble very casually leans against the wall.

Tumble’s idea has merit. Luckily, it’s a room with a window view on the campus, facing the 3 o’clock tower. You fix the buzzer and scamper to the tower, hopping the stairs two at a time until you find a view of the apartment.

Thursday is sitting by the window, sharing a vanilla milkshake with another guy. This time, you recognize him.

“Dodder. Also from Attraction House.”

Tumble shares your binoculars, three sisters staring intently as the pair talk about something. Your ears burn as Thursday puts his hand on Dodder’s and leans in to sip from one of the straws. You’ve taken out your notebook, normally filled with mechanical diagrams, and turn to a new page. You have to draw these scandalous images invading your mind somewhere.

“I still think he’s got something going on with Waxflower.” Grumble grumbles.

“Then you’d think wrong.” Tumble huffs. “Clearly, he’s smooching Yew.”

You argue with your sisters about which of the boys is better for Thursday.

SCHLORP SCHLORP SCHLORP!

You sip at the ‘milkshake’, absorbing both the sexual fluids and DESIRE. You’re Thursday, and you’re dealing with a small problem.

Three small problems.

“I don’t see what the issue is, Thursday.” Dodder shrugs. “If anything, you can take care of the…urges with them.”

He’s taking care to not reveal too much to the spry, blindfolded woman tied to the couch besides the table.

SCHLORP SCHLORP SCHLORP!

“Mmmmmmffff~!”

She lets out a muffled squeal as Dodder’s tentadick fucks her, DESIRE spiking as she experiences yet another orgasm. It’s rude to take DESIRE from another demon’s lover, but Dodder did say dinner was on him.

“That’s not what I’m worried about. They’re close, really close to breaking the ECS on their own. Just from finding my goon cave! And now they’re following me around! If their lust wasn’t banging on the fringes of the ECS, I wouldn’t have sensed them.”

You try not to look at them, their stares from across the street a sweet temptation that you can’t risk taking.

<If you’re worried about breaking cover, just mix a lie with the truth.> Dodder switches to telepathy. <I told my girls from the cephalopod club that the ECS is an evil spell that the government doesn’t talk about because they don’t have a way to break it without making people lust-mad.>

<Why wouldn’t they talk about it?> You’re unsure about this.

Quinn was clear that the main objective is gathering information to make Haven stronger. Breaking the ECS is necessary to feed yourselves, but every time you fuck, you risk being exposed.

<I had to use hypnotism to finally convince them. Something about it being a point of pride, and that exposing it would prove that the Prillian government is incapable of protecting its citizens from massive spells.>

Of the Weekdays, you’re the worst at hypnotism. Still, you’re way better than the second generation of demons. You just have to keep a more plausible explanation to use it well. You’re not Monday or Wednesday, after all.

Shoot, you forgot to talk with your mouth while you speak telepathically. The tied-up girl would probably suspect something…

SCHLORP SCHLORP SCHLLLLORPPPP!

“Mm!~ Mnnnn~! MMNNNNNNNMMM!”

If she wasn’t so distracted.

“This club is close-knit.” You explain. “They practically have no secrets among each other.”

<The triplets are the blabbiest of the bunch. Plus—> You shift uncomfortably. <I share a class with them. If they get horny during a class, they’ll do what goblins typically do.>

“’Practically’ isn’t a sure thing.”

<Be sneaky teases? Yeah, that’d expose the class to a heap of those super-pheromones. But you should have more faith in mortals, they’re full of surprises.>

“Like Veronica here.” Dodder nods his head to the woman, his cock pulling out of her creampied pussy and slowly climbing up your leg. “I was practically sure she’d be the most boring girl in the club. You know it was her idea to get tied up? She even ‘invented’ a ball gag.”

The tired girl nods, her apple-sized tits heaving. Her arms and legs are tied to the legs of the couch, her thoroughly-fucked honeypot leaking with Dodder’s cum.

“Why don’t you show her how to eat out a pussy?” Dodder closes the blinds.

“Hmmmmmm~…” Veronica sighs and wiggles happily.

You can’t say no to dessert.