Academy Days: Outcasts – 2 [❤️❤️]

It really is a beautiful statue.

You can’t help staring at it, marveling every curve, every facet. It’s a carving of a harpy woman, a beautiful one at that, with such lifelike detail that you’d almost expect her to move.

But it won’t. It’s a statue.

The harpy hides her face in one wing, the other wrapping delicately around her leg, almost bashfully hiding her crotch. A supple leg extends daintily onto the dais, sharp talons digging seamlessly into the stone. Only the barest hint of a mysterious smile peeks behind a wing, juxtaposing the blatant exposure of her perfect chest.

Not too small, not too big. Nothing like yours.

You are Fracti, and you aren’t here just to appreciate the latest work of the stealthy artist that’s been installing harpy statues across Camelot. There are a few art appreciators also observing, but you’re more interested in the strange spirits congregating near it. There’s the usual spirits of wind, water, shadow, but there are also the less tangible emotional spirits.

You still don’t know what kind of spirits they are. Only that they are popping up more frequently. Maybe it’s a seasonal spirit? This is only your first year here, after all.

These spirits are familiar. They remind you of that feeling you sometimes get after you possess animals. Like trying to remember a dream…

Even now, they concentrate near the statue. Which doesn’t make sense, because these kinds of spirits are emotivores, consuming the excess emotional energy given off by living beings. Statues don’t feel.

You could be mistaken. Maybe it’s the residual emotional energy from people imprinting on the statue. Sure enough, a passing goblin ogling the harpy statue has several of the same types of spirits leave him for the statue. You’ve never seen so many emotional spirits imprint on an object before.

Just goes to show how much of an impact this artist is making. Statues like this one have been appearing overnight all across Camelot, then disappearing just as quickly. Always a harpy, each pose more salacious than the last. Nobody ever sees the statue get installed, and the face is always covered so nobody knows who the model is.

Curious, you briefly commune with the spirits. A warm, fuzzy feeling spreads from between your legs…

Touch her!

Rub her!

Tease her!

…The sensation disappears as quickly as it appears. In a moment of impulse, seeking the echo of the sensation you just lost, your brush a couple of your feathers down the statue’s exposed thigh. Once more, you wish you had hands just so you can feel the statue. Feel every part of it from the perfect legs to the beautiful chest, all the way to that mysterious half-smile. A primary feather pushes against the stone, circling the knee before dusting off the underside of the talon. The spirits vibrate excitedly, clamoring, begging for more.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh! Sorry!” You turn around, avoiding the guardswoman’s gaze. “It’s just…very nice.”

“Perhaps. Though the appearance of these installations is suspect. Not to mention, debauched.” The guard scoffs. “Whomever made these and installed them is a true degenerate, exposing such salacious art where children and innocents can see it. Keep your distance, citizen.”

You want to speak up. Talk about how bodies are natural and how nudity is nothing to be ashamed of. You’d rather not start an argument…

Drip. Drip. Drip.

There’s a newly formed puddle under the art piece. Condensation, maybe? Weird…

You scurry away, keeping your head low to avoid gathering any more attention. All those people looking at you, you nearly caused a scene! You’re not brave like Cherry or Wednesday, you can’t stand making a fuss. You’re in such a rush, you get to class early. You end up waiting inside an empty classroom for an hour before people start trickling in.

The botany class is really quite interesting, though it’s a lot more focused on plants that people need instead of their place in their respective ecosystems. At the end of class, the teacher reveals something you’ve been dreading: a group project.

Sun and stars, you hate group projects. Especially those due for the next class.

You get paired up with two bossy elves and a dwarf that’s completely checked out. The boy elf and the girl elf are arguing about who does what part of the project while the dwarf girl folds the rubric into gliders. You open your mouth a few times to offer solutions, but they just keep speaking over you.

By the time class ends, the elves agreed to disagree and the dwarf successfully flew three gliders into the trash. You meekly mention meeting them in the main library later, but you don’t get a response.

You sigh. You’re going to end up doing this project alone like the last one, aren’t you?

Your next class, Monster Zoology, is very interesting. You were intimidated by the teacher at first, with her tight leather clothes and the riding crop she uses to point to the board or snap on the table to get people’s attention. It’s gotten easier since you’re taking it with someone familiar.  People don’t notice you waiting by the door for her…

They do notice Wednesday. They make a point to avoid her glares and leave the seats around her empty, letting you swoop in to take your spot. That’s what’s really cool about her: she can turn all the heads in a room and she doesn’t give a hoot. In fact, a single glare of hers makes people look away.

You wish you had that sort of confidence.

“Hi Wednesday!” You say, almost as loud as a mouse.

“Hm.” She nods and stares straight ahead.

For a second there, it almost looked like she was staring at your wingtips…

Hey, there’s a few of those spirits from earlier hanging around her. You lean close to get a better look and she raises an eyebrow. Gosh, she must have been by the statue for a while. The spirits hanging around her are similar, if not the same!

Makes sense. Someone as free and unbothered as Wednesday isn’t scandalized by some tasteful nudity in art. In fact, she’s got quite a bit of artistic talent.

Despite her wings, she draws an accurate sketch of this class’s monster, an orthus. The teacher only briefly mentions the monster’s diphallic nature mirroring its far more important bicephalic features. Wednesday’s sketch is oddly vague when it comes to its unique genitals.

When Miss Ality shows off the (very detailed) diagram, the spirits around Wednesday become excited again. Could she be thinking about it?

“You saw the statue, right?” You whisper.

Her pen freezes on the page.

“…Yes. Very subversive.”

“And pretty.” You add with a nod. “Think the sculptor is a student? Or the model?”

The spirits tremble when you say pretty. Wednesday must think the same as you.

“Hm.”

That’s so her. She may be hard to read for everyone else…but it’s like you’ve got access to the part of her she keeps away from everyone else. Her secret garden.

As the class continues, that feeling comes back. The feeling like you’re forgetting something very important. Something about the orthros is reminding you. You can’t quite place it…you only realize it when you notice the sun lowering out the window.

Sun and stars, you completely forgot!

“Wednesday…” You whisper bashfully. “Can you please do me a favor?”

Wednesday closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “What?”

“Would you mind terribly if—”

“Fracti, Wednesday!” Miss Ality snaps her riding crop on her desk. “If you spend so much time whispering to each other, surely you can tell the class the most dangerous aspect of the orthus?”

You cover yourself shamefully with your wings. Miss Ality nearly shrinks back from the glare Wednesday sends her way but holds firm. She’s used to facing dangerous monsters.

“I’m not entirely sure, Miss Ality.” Before Miss Ality could open her mouth to admonish her, Wednesday continues. “It could be the pair of jaws that can release up to twelve hundred pounds of pressure per square inch each, or the superior intelligence it has thanks to its two brains. It could also be its incredible sensory range, or its propensity to force wolves and wild dogs into its pack…but I’d venture the answer you’re looking for is its lesser-known ability to mimic human voices to lure prey into ambushes.”

“Yes, well…it’s good that at least you’re paying attention.” Miss Ality huffs.

“Oh, bite me.” Wednesday grumbles.

“Excuse me?!” The teacher’s jaw drops. “On my name as Beastie Ality, did I hear you correctly?”

“Either you heard me, or you didn’t.” Wednesday meets her scandalized gaze.

The class holds its breath. Miss Ality is bending the riding crop so hard that you’re afraid it might snap. Wednesday stares intensely, devoid of care or emotion.

“I…” This time, Miss Ality breaks eye contact. “I suppose I didn’t.”

So cool…

After a very tense monster zoology class, Fracti goes to pick something up and finds your apartment to unload her problems on you. Basically, she got roped into doing a whole project by herself and she needs your help taking care of something while she works overnight.

She’s staring sheepishly at the floor as she holds something behind her. Normally, you’d have some difficulty glaring at her without your eyes being drawn to the fat fucking knockers she hides under her wool sweater. Thankfully, you recently found a way to relieve yourself.

You are Wednesday, crossing your wing-arms and giving Fracti a deadpan stare.

“That’s pathetic.” She flinches at your comment.

“Yeah…sorry…”

You purse your lips. You’d tell her that she should stop apologizing, but then she’d apologize again. You’re not in the mood for a shame loop.

“Don’t you have anyone else to fall back on? Like Cherry?”

“About that…”

“Hiya!” Cherry bounces from behind the door.

“Cherry’s the one I need you to take care of. It’s a full moon tonight, and her human transformation tends to have…blowbacks if she holds it for too long.”

What?

“She’s right!” Cherry squeaks happily. “I’m a menace to both society and property!”

She’s already a menace. Is something about the full moon supposed to make her more of one?

“I brought a basket with everything you’ll ever need.” Fracti holds up the basket and takes stuff out to explain what each one does. “First, a heavy-duty brush. Trust me, you’ll need this.”

“When I’m not in control, I shed like crazy!” Cherry nods.

Now that she mentions it, Cherry is the only mortal you’ve met so far that doesn’t leave behind stray hairs and skin particles. Maybe she’s making up for the slobber.

“A clicker, a dog whistle, a chew toy…if you lose her, these will help you find her.”

This sounds more and more like the babysitting you were trying to get out of when you opted to live alone in the first place.

“Oh! And before I forget…” She pulls a cord out of the basket and Cherry extends her neck so Fracti can attach it. “The leash. Very important. It’s your first line of defense.”

Fracti puts the basket and the lead into your claws as you stare at the pair in a befuddled trance. On one hand, you’re beginning to suspect that this favor is going to be a lot more work than you initially thought. On the other, you just watched a harpy leash a willing kobold in a way that almost sends shivers down your spine.

“She’s going to be very hyper, so take her on a long walk as soon as you can.”

“Walkies!” Cherry cheers.

You need to regain control of the situation.

“You still haven’t explained—"

“Ack!” Cherry falls to the ground with a boom that could be heard down to the building’s foundations. “Oh no! The transformation! It’s happennnniiiiiiiiiiiing!”

Cherry convulses, pink fur sprouting all over her body as her form shifts and changes. You stare, looking far more unperturbed than you feel, as her bones crack and body contorts. Cherry’s face elongates into a snout and her hands shrink into paws. Fracti just wraps the leash tightly to your claws.

Moments later, a bright pink wolf wiggles out of Cherry’s clothes. Ugh, with Cherry and Fracti’s pastel wardrobes, and now this, you’re really hanging with a pair that clashes with your aesthetic.

“She’ll turn back in the morning. If she chews too much of your stuff, put a little bit of peanut butter on her nose. That should distract her.”

When it comes to animals and nature in general, Fracti is assured. She seems like she’d have a much easier time with Cherry than you. Wait, turn back in the morning? Can you even handle Cherry for over ten hours?

She tugs on the leash and almost rips your wing from its socket.

“Cherry!” Fracti clicks the clicker. “No! Sit.”

Cherry follows the order obediently. She sits there, panting like an actual dog, her gaze dancing expectantly between you and Fracti. Her muscles are tense under the thick pink fur, just waiting for the moment to run off. Not so different from Cherry normally, except more feral, more wild.

Maybe that’s what Fracti meant by blowback. Cherry spends most of her time as mostly human, so the magic must overcorrect every now and then.

“How are you so prepared?”

“Cherry and I are in the same scholarship program. The first time was a surprise, and I was a bit more prepared for the second time. She never remembers anything, but she got to see the aftermath.” Fracti shivers. “What a mess…”

“I—”

“You…” Fracti cuddles Cherry, giggling as the dog licks her face. “Be a good girl.”

The way she purrs those last words sends a jolt up your spine. Fear, excitement, something else? Her downy wings wrap around you, and she whispers, her breath tickling your ear.

“And thank you for taking care of her.”

…her boobs are pressing into yours, almost surrounding them in sheer mass. Damn it, you’re horny again.

“Whatever.”

She breaks the hug and looks at you curiously for a second before leaving. Leaving you alone with Cherry. You stare at her and she stares back at you. Contrary to popular belief, you have some experience with hounds. They’re smarter than they let on, and you’ve learned when their mischievous streak overtakes them.

“Cherry…” You reach for the clicker.

The pink wolf is faster. The leash almost snaps free, but you manage to catch it in your talons before she gets away. First thing you learned about dogs: set the pecking order.

“Sit!” You click the clicker before you get dragged down the hallway.

She whines. But she obeys.

This will be a long night.

You’re right.

When you’re ready, you take Cherry on her walk through Camelot.

‘Walk’.

Fracti was right, she has a lot of energy to burn. You never thought Quinn’s dexterous flying practice would be so useful. Cherry practically uses you as a kite as she speeds through the nighttime streets, nearly slamming you into facades and streetlamps at every corner. She drags you across the city twice before she slows down.

You can walk her like a normal person now, letting her trot happily through the park. Unfortunately, you’ve burned through a lot of the reserves you’ve been carefully cultivating these past few days. Combined with Fracti’s hug, you’re dangerously horny.

You sit down on a bench and toss Cherry her chew toy. You consider tying her to something and pretending to be a statue again. It’s been effective: while you’ve taken the ‘leave no trace’ approach in Camelot, your siblings have been…less stealthy. So when you strip down to nothing and find a good spot, you can take a pose and layer hypnotism around you so that everyone perceives you as a statue. You make sure to hide your face so that no connection can be made whatsoever, but you’ve been exposing more and more of your body with each pose.

The one Fracti saw this afternoon was one of the more chaste ones. The other poses had you with your legs in the air, your ass up, or even spreading your pussy apart. And while some onlookers would be scandalized, the horny bastards your siblings broke from the ECS would stare at your untended womanhood and their DESIRE drips off them. You’d stay in your position, feeding on the DESIRE as you did all you could to not touch yourself in public.

Several times, there were moments when you were alone with them. You desperately wanted to beckon them and have their cocks and cunts shoved on you, in you. If any of them had touched you then, you probably would have.

None did. Actually…

Only one did. One without her ECS broken. When Fracti brushed her feather down your leg, you came so close to cumming. As soon as you were able, you fled back to your apartment and masturbated until it was time for class. The warmth spreads from your crotch and you realize that your arms are getting a bit too close.

Cherry watches you, chewing on her squeaky toy. When she catches you looking at her, her jaws clamp down and the toy pops. She whines and paws at the mess of rubber, licking her chops sadly.

It’s late. You’re alone in the park. And her tongue…it’s so long.

You pull out the jar of peanut butter and dab some on her nose. Cherry yips happily and eagerly licks away at every speck of the gunk. Just listening to the sounds she makes for minutes on end…your panties are completely soaked through.

Fuck, you need some of that.

Making sure nobody is around, you lead Cherry into a darker, more secluded part of the park. You scatter feathers imbued with hypnotism so nobody can interrupt. Cherry watches you curiously as you slowly disrobe, your expression going from ‘bored neutral’ to ‘slightly interested’.

It’s been a while.

You think you might even be blushing slightly as you expose yourself to her. Curious, Cherry puts her snout between your legs and you let out a sharp gasp. Her breath tickles your nethers, your nipples getting hard like diamonds.

This is going to be good.

You get on your knees and open the peanut butter jar. Just to test, you put a dollop on your lips. Cherry immediately licks it off, then lathers the rest of your face in her feral slobber. Your breath quickening, you put some in your mouth.

You’ve kissed kobolds before.

Cherry is something else. Her head is twice as big as a kobold’s, maybe even thrice as large. Running your wing-fingers over her face as she licks the inside of your mouth clean, tongue lapping around every tooth and even trying to go down your gullet…the muscles on her could tear your throat out in a second! Your cunt howls with need, demanding to be satisfied by this powerful beast.

There is DESIRE, primal and unrestrained. Yours is more than enough for you.

You trail the peanut butter down your neck, around your breast, before finally heaping a fistful between your legs. Her ravenous tongue follows, your breath hitching as she pauses on your neck. Your breasts heave as her wet member flicks the last bits of peanut butter off your nipple, and you fall back, squirting from your yet untended pussy.

She gets there soon enough. Your talons dig into the earth and you writhe on the dirt beneath the full moon. You feel like an innocent woman lost in the woods, being taken for the first time by the wild beast. Cherry’s tongue explores every fold, then beyond, and you silence screams of pleasure with a bite to your wing.

A few hours later, a drowsy bodega owner watches you stack jar after jar of peanut butter on the conveyer belt. He notices the tufts of pink fur all over your body, then spares a glance at the massive pink wolfhound waiting patiently behind you.

“Rough night dog-sitting?”

“…”

You drop a black leash and collar decorated with skulls on the conveyer belt and prepare to pay. The collar is much too small for Cherry.

“Ma’am, I don’t think this small collar will fit—”

“It’s not for her.”

Another leash and collar catch your eye. In teal, decorated with yellow flowers. No, no, you only need one for yourself. The owner notices the slight wiggle in your lips.

“Thinking about getting another one?”

“Maybe…puppies.”