Academy Days: Queen Bee – 5 [❤️❤️]

You are the picture of elegance as you strut down the street, head held high in your immaculate dress. You’ve taken to walking around in high heels more frequently, and this pair of white stilettos matches your white stockings, silver-trimmed blue skirt, and tight alabaster vest.

Alas, it doesn’t match your choker…but sentiment often precludes style!

Despite your refined poise, you are stressed. You are Prudence, and the Life Phoenix sorority’s recent fame came with consequences. Many more young women wanted to join, and the sorority came to a crossroads: take advantage of the momentum and make the grade requirements laxer, or continue to uphold the high standards of Life Phoenix House? While it is true the average grades of your sorority sisters have slipped somewhat, you are of the belief that excellence is a virtue that must be cultivated.

Andromeda, that shrew, mistakenly believes that you could outcompete the other sororities with quantity rather than quality.

As usual, you brought the issue before Monday to act as the tie-breaker. Unfortunately, she didn’t know what to choose. She offered a better way to resolve the dispute: a contest to determine whose decision should be taken. Monday promised to have a fair contest prepared by the afternoon and ushered you out of the house.

You bite your lip, once again surprised by how much softer it’s gotten these past weeks. At least you stopped growing out of your clothes. You had no idea women could go through a second puberty, but there you go.

You shake your head. Your thoughts tend to wander more frequently as well. It must be stress.

There’s an implication in this decision. The next election could very well hinge on this, since the sorority will no doubt know that you’re staunchly against its expansion. This challenge could very well determine the future of your leadership.

So you take a jaunt through Camelot, keeping your worries buried under the surface. Some people recognize you, waving at you with big smiles. You return some cordial nods, internally remarking the increased interest in your duels since the midterm party. In fact, the dueling club saw a surge in applications, though quite a few of them were more interested in approaching your sorority.

It's quite clear that you’re making waves. You’ve even caught some of the noble bachelors’ eyes lingering on you after your duels. How delightful would it be for them to stumble over each other for your hand?

You are stricken from your dream when you hear a scream the next street over. People rush away in a panic and a strange sound rumbles.

PWW-WEN-WENG!

You sprint to the origin of the sound, cursing how slow your heels are making you. But sometimes style takes precedence over function, and beauty takes sacrifice. You whip your wand out from between your bouncing breasts and swing it, at the ready when you turn the corner.

Only to be met with the oddest sight.

Three people splayed out like starfish are encased in frothing purple bubbles against a wall, nearly a dozen others surrounding a bruised goblin wearing goggles. Despite her situation, she simply smirks and pulls out a pair of purple spheres from her overalls.

“Come on then, you shit-suckers! I’ve got a lot more where that came from!”

How crass!

“Halt!” You point your wand at the group and they all freeze.

The goblin’s face tightens in irritation.

There are fourteen of them. Three with wands, two with staves, and nine wearing assorted arcanomech weapons. It appears you’ve stumbled into some sort of shakedown. The miscreants eye each other and one of them, a dwarf with a dark goatee, steps forward with a smile.

“My fair lady, I hope you’re not aiming that weapon at me and my associates.” He curtsies, incorrectly. “We were simply reacquiring the assets stolen by this thief—"

“Forgive me, sir.” You interrupt and aim your wand at him, narrowing your eyes. “But somehow, I doubt that you’d be here without guards if that were the case.”

Not to mention the quality of the goblin’s arcanotech far exceeds what the others have. This is a theft, though not in the way the scoundrels want you to believe.

“For the Elegant Diamond herself to think so lowly of me…” The dwarf makes a show of sighing sadly. “It breaks my heart.”

“Ain’t like you got one, Clay.” Someone calls out from the other side of the street. “Last I heard, you sold it for a half-copper and an ol’ sandwich.”

A blonde dwarf spits into her hands and a staff grows from between the cobblestones. You blink in surprise.

Jackie?

The goatee’d dwarf, Clay, clicks his tongue and shakes his head. Quick as a whip, he aims his arcanotech hammer at the goblin. She freezes for a moment before leveling a scathing glare at him.

“This doesn’t need to end in bloodshed. I’m going to take the greenskin’s tech.” The hammer expands and glows with malevolent red light. “And you’re going to let us leave. Unless you want to see what the inside of a goblin’s skull looks like.”

To her credit, the goblin doesn’t flinch.

Everyone stands perfectly still. In the distance, bells ring in alarm, signaling the local guard’s response. The only moving thing is the single pigeon walking across the street, bobbing its head obliviously.

“Jackie, dear…” You keep your wand level, perspiration dotting your brow.

"Ain’t going to let him have his way, miss snooty.”

“Nothing of the sort, darling.” The pigeon pauses and looks up, finally realizing its predicament. “I just want you to…CATCH! CRYSTAL PILLAR!”

The bird takes flight and you thwip your wand, the arcane symbols burning bright under the strain of a shortened cast. Clay pulls the trigger and the light on the hammer brightens, only for a crystal pillar to catapult the goblin right before an arc of crimson energy tears the pillar apart. The shrapnel downs two of Clay’s men and he roars in fury.

“Consarn it!” Jackie yells, raising her staff. “Oak and birch, catch!”

A tree bursts through the road, branches entwining like a mitt and growing a smooth fluff to catch the goblin sailing through the air. You’d congratulate her, but you’re too busy weaving defensive spell after defensive spell to stave off the litany of magical attacks. Your crystal shield spell resists most things, but even it cracks after enduring the onslaught of five spellcasters.

This is nothing like official duels. There are no turns, no referees, no rules. You nearly curse as you deflect a deadly arc of lightning, retuning a crystal peppershot that cleaves through two of the spellcasters with ease. They scream and go down, but the arcanotech wielders are nearly upon you. You take a step back and nearly fall over when your heel gets stuck in a dislodged cobblestone. A human woman stares down at you with unfeeling eyes as she raises up her glaive, only for a branch to burst through the wall and knock her across the street.

“Thank you, darling!”

“Yeah, yeah! Why are you wearing shoes like that in a fight!?”

You kick off your heels, sending one careening into the head of yet another troublemaker. You never intended to fight with them on in the first place! Does that philistine honestly think you intended for any of this to happen?

“Forgive me, but DOES IT LOOK LIKE I SOUGHT OUT A FIGHT?” You screech and shoot off a crystal lance, missing a pale-faced Clay by a hair.

“You literally did, though!” Jackie laughs, dozens of branches slamming into the street to knock around Clay’s men. “Credit where credit’s due, miss prissy! Not many people would endanger themselves for a stranger!”

“It is the duty of the strong and the noble! Crystalline reflector!” You huff, conjuring a crystal disk to reflect an arcanotech laser back at your foes. “And stop calling me prissy!”

“WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP!” Clay hollers. “AND YOU LOT, STOP GETTING CLOBBERED WHILE THESE TWO HAVE A SUN-DAMNED CONVERSATION!”

“Surprise, shitheel!”

The goblin jumps from the tree and throws a series of small balls into the air. Clay’s eyes widen and the orbs zoom towards all those still standing. They connect to their necks and a variety of things happen. Some of them fall and roll around the ground, laughing like madmen. Others are electrocuted until they pass out, then a few more times for good measure. One or two connect to women and steel wires wrap around their bodies in a manner that seems to enhance their assets.

Just in time for the guards to arrive. They look at the destroyed road, the holes in the buildings, and the miscreants bleeding, spasming, laughing, or blushing on the ground.

“Apologies, sirs.” You bow your head. “It appears we’ve made a mess while disposing of these ne’er do wells.”

After they ask about the circumstances behind the fight, the guards are more than happy to let you go. Upon showing your student ID, they informed you that the dean had made a slush fund for exactly these circumstances. They loaded Clay and his men into a flying paddy wagon and left, though they gave the goblin a few looks when she recovered her arcanotech.

Leaving the three of you alone in the middle of a half-destroyed street.

The goblin stares at you two and sheepishly rubs the back of her head.

“I wish I could say I didn’t need your help…but I did. So, thanks. I guess.”

“T’ain’t no thang.” Jackie knocks her shoulder. “Anythin’ to get dwarves like Clay off the street.”

“As she says, darling.” You make a point not to pry how Jackie knows about Clay. “I’m simply glad you got out without getting hurt.”

“Yeah!” The goblin chuckles. “Though the crystal catapult was a bit of a surprise!”

You blush and look away.

“Aww, no need to worry. I’ve handled nastier falls and higher G’s; I’ve got featherfall overalls for every day of the week!” She pull up her goggles and extends her hand, speaking a mile a minute. “I’m Lightspeed, by the way. Fourth year. Normally, I’d be going around with my club but they’re busy today. Though you did see some of their work with the suppression marbles.”

“Delighted to meet you, Lightspeed. Prudence Gemsong, second year.” Her hands are calloused and rough, though her fingertips are dexterous from years of fine-tuning delicate equipment.

You shiver.

“An’ I’m Jackie. Second year, though I skipped last year.” She shakes Lightspeed’s hand. “Interesting doohickeys you got there.”

Lightspeed’s big ears twitch happily. As she goes on to describe which of her club members created which suppression marble, you pick up your heels and slip them back on. Jackie smirks and you just huff at her.

Lightspeed buys you some lunch as thanks, casually (see: overtly) offering to build you some arcanotech gadgets over the course of your meal. You politely refuse, choosing instead to ask Jackie and Lightspeed about themselves. Lightspeed brags about her fellow club members, and Jackie deftly avoids personal questions to grouse about the frankly ridiculous lengths two factions in her dorm have gotten to in their rivalry. You’re a bit distracted towards the tail end of the meal, pushing the salad around on your plate as your mind falls back into the stresses of the sorority politics.

“Ya doin’ okay, Prudence?”

“It’s nothing.”

She raises an eyebrow, disbelieving. After a few moments of intense scrutiny, you sigh and explain your fears regarding the challenge. Jackie’s expression sours upon mentioning Monday, though she and Lightspeed are largely understanding.

“I think you’re psyching yourself out.” Lightspeed pours something black from a flask into her milkshake. “You’ll be fine.”

“Lightspeed’s got in one.” Jackie rests her freckled cheek in her hand. “Your sorority’s gotten popular, sure. But your fame has risen as well, y’know? Y’hear your nickname the college newspaper’s given ya?”

Elegant Diamond. You try not to let it get to your head. Though it makes you want to kick your legs and squeal with glee, you’ve restrained yourself at all times to maintain your decorum.

“Still, this won’t be my specialty. It’ll have to be fair for both Andromeda and I.”

“After seeing you kick ass in heels?” Lightspeed chugged her strong-smelling milkshake. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

You smile warmly at the two shorter women. Satiated in more ways than one, you wish them a fine rest of the day and return to Life Phoenix House.

The building looms over you, the sisterhood you’ve scrounged together following Andromeda’s disastrous mismanagement, and you purse your lips. You cross the doors, sure you will win the challenge.

The first few steps into the hallway and your confidence doesn’t waver in the least. You mind fills with the pleasant aromas of the various flowers and incense Monday set up around the house and you rub your head.

It’s a bit strange. Any trace of your anxiety disappears, though your resolve shudders before the stuffy feeling between your ears. You let out a deep breath and wipe your brow. It’s hot in here, as usual, you’ll need to remove some layers before you find Monday. As your feet lead you somewhere, you absent-mindedly remove your vest, your skirt…

You breathe easier now. The mirrors lining the hallway show something strange as you undress. Your choker almost seems to glow and your boobs grow a few sizes. It must be a trick of the light, why would your boobies grow out of nowhere? You take off your bra and almost drop your wand.

Woops!

Gosh, your panties are getting soaked, you must still be hot. You take them off, careful to keep your high heels on.

Miss Monday likes it when you keep your heels on.

You keep walking down the hallway, your boobies bouncing with every step. You giggle to yourself, running your fingers down your face. Wow, it’s like your lips have grown even plumper and your eyelashes thicker.

But that’s not right? That’s silly. You’re being silly.

You stare at your silly self in the mirror and giggle, bouncing your boobies around in the way Miss Monday likes. She says you look so pretty with your choker on, and you’d agree with her…if you didn’t already know that Monday is the prettiest girl around. You’ll need to be at your best before impressing Monday! You hold your wand in your mouth and practice all the expressions she loves.

Cross eyed. Eyes rolled back. Your grope your fat tiddies and moan, dropping your wand on the ground. Darn!

You’ve got to put it somewhere you can’t lose it. Maybe inside your stockings?

R-rr-ripppp…

Oh, phooey. Your stockings ripped apart. They won’t be able to hold your precious wand. Why do your juicy thighs always cause so many problems? You sigh and keep walking towards Monday’s room, your jiggling legs so tight together your stockings would light on fire if they weren’t so drenched.

Rose is waiting for you at Mistress Monday’s door in her maid outfit. A translucent pair of panties barely hide her engorged pussy lips, with a frilly skirt so short you can spot her throbbing clit poking just under them hem. Her mountainous boobies are on full display, a trickle of milk dribbling from her bright red nipples.

“Mistress and Andromeda are waiting for you. Would you like a drink before you go in?”

Of course! You nod and lean forwards, sealing your plush lips around her nipples. She holds your head, rubbing your ears just the way you like as you guzzle down Rose’s delicious milk. She’s such a perfect milkmaid, always willing to give you or the other a taste of her creamy bounty. You gulp down a few more swallows and wipe the white from your chin as she gives you a happy smile.

“I’ll hold onto your wand for you.”

A mage should never leave their wand with someone else. But you trust Mistress Monday, so you hand it over and Rose opens the door for you. Inside, you find Ash, Yucca, and Hazel gently massaging Andromeda, whose lofty face shifts into smug glee. Monday waits on her bed, swishing a glass of white fluid. Her perfect red hair cascades down her bare shoulders, her green eyes briefly resting on you before she goes back to looking at Andromeda getting massaged.

“You’re late, Prudence.”

You pout. You’ve disappointed mistress! You walk closer to make it up to her by kissing her between the legs, but she holds up her hand.

“It’s fine. I’m nice, so I’ll forgive you.”

She waves her hand and the girls stopped massaging Andromeda to return to mistress’ side. He hands them signs, marked ‘Slut 1’ and ‘Slut 2’, and nods towards the door. The three girls give each other knowing smiles and leave, quietly shutting the door behind them. Mistress Monday snaps her fingers and both you and Andromeda rush to sit at her feet. She gives you that perfect smile that turns your knees and mind to jelly before crossing her legs.

Aww.

“We’re going to decide who’s right by doing a little contest.” She leans closer and brushes her fingers under your chins. “Like…a kissing booth. To make things even more interesting, the winner gets this.”

She waves a paper in the air.

“Dear, dear Cassandra had a recommendation written for an internship at a high-profile client. Today’s winner gets to choose the sorority’s future and cement their own. And the loser…” She giggles and brings her hand between her legs, tenderly touching herself. You wish she would touch you like that… “Well, the loser has to stay with the sisterhood for a week. Without breaks.”

You and Andromeda cock your heads. What does that mean? Monday giggles to herself and flicks her hair over her shoulder. She points to two holes in the wall separating Monday’s room from Hazel’s.

“There’s the kissing booth. We’re keeping it anonymous for…bias reasons.”

That makes sense. You and Andromeda glare at each other and get up in annoyingly perfect synch, striding casually to the holes. You sit down, your boobies resting gently on your thighs and you shoot Andromeda a smug look. She has to crane her neck down because her butt is too big! Dumb broad.

It’s a bit silly that your sensitive nipples are pressed against the wall before you could even closer to the hole, but that’s okay! When you get close, you hear a lot of girls moaning. They must be so bored…

As the sorority president, it’s up to you to make their lives more fun! A little kissing between girls isn’t serious anyways. You press your mouth through the hole and pucker up.

“Hey, they’re finally here!”

"Sun and stars, look at those lips…”

“Haha, Slut #1 is wiggling her tongue! She must be hungry for some coochie!”

“Come on girls, appetizer first…”

That last one sounds a lot like Hazel. Are they eating something in there? That must be why they’re moaning! Before you could ask what they’re eating, someone wraps their lips against yours and the smooch fest begins. Whoever it is explores every bit of your mouth before breaking the kiss with a smack of her lips.

“Slut #2 is really pent-up. I swear, she tickled the back of my throat with her tongue.”

You pout. You were simply being charitable!

There’s a loud pop and someone takes a satisfied breath.

“Wow! Slut #1 would not let go!”

You glare at Andromeda next to you and she raises an eyebrow. Smugly. This will not do! You must up your game.

The next girl you kiss, you wrestle with her tongue until you leave her breathless. You make sure the one after her doesn’t leave until she’s moaning in your mouth. Four, six, twelve, you stop counting after that, only distracted by the wet puddle between your legs and the competitive glances Andromeda sends your way.

You pause when what comes next isn’t a warm mouth, but a tight pair of pussy lips. It still is a kissing booth…you huff and kiss the swollen labia, grinning when the squeal of pleasure sounds from the other side. You take care to lick the slit the way Mistress taught you, lapping your tongue delicately through the folds and working your way up to the clit. Your plush, slutty lips nestle around the bud and the girl on the other side groans and hits her fist against the wall before your tongue plunges inside her. She arches back with a squeak, squirting fluids all over your chin.

“F-fuck, these girls can eat muff.”

“At this rate, we’re going to be too tired before the boyfriends get here!”

Boyfriends? What do they have to do with the kissing booth? Despite your thoughts, you shift in place, your pussy gushing with need. You’re not sure why, but your wet slit is eager for the boyfriends to get here! So you roll your eyes back and keep eating pussy, your imagination running wild with the thought of kissing boys.

Goodness, you’d never have done this alone. But with the sisterhood supporting you, you’re sure you can win the support of the sorority and whatever boyfriends they invite. So you keep slurping the various cunts of the sorority when you hear someone knock at the neighboring door.

“Hey, is this where the, uh, party is?” The masculine voice sends a shiver down your spine.

The door opens and you hear some shuffling.

“Alright guys, listen up!” Yucca claps her hands together. “We got two very experienced girls waiting for you, so that means before you start with us, they’ll warm you up. Don’t worry, we’ve got special potions to keep you going! We’re also kinda holding a contest, so use your favorite hole lots, kay?~”

“Shoot, really? Guess I’ll go with…Slut #1.”

You gasp when Andromeda suddenly gags, a fleshy meat pole poking through the hole and into her mouth. The brief moment of panic disappears, her eyes lidding and a spray of arousal jetting out from her fat pussy lips. She sucks on the length tenderly, groping her tits with a moan as her cheeks bulge out.

Your jaw drops. That doesn’t look like kissing!

“Oh man, Slut #2 is opening her mouth real wide. She must be hungry for some cock.” Another man’s voice rumbles, your loins growing slicker.

“Wha—”

A thick meatpole shoves into your mouth, the taste invading your senses. Your eyes roll back and you understand completely, climaxing from the taste alone. Instincts trained into you for the past couple months take over, your tongue wrapping around the cock to pull it deeper down your throat. You moan like a bitch in heat, discovering a part of you desperate for this. Your throat muscles, trained for this exact purpose on lollipops, cucumbers, and bananas, ripples to pull the length deeper down your throat. Tears blur your vision and your cunt howls in hunger.

White fluids splurt out of Andromeda’s nose and the cock pulls out, but she leans forwards, her lips stretching an obscene distance to keep it inside her. It finally pulls free with a loud pop and she stares at your jealously.

“Bolin’s hammer, Slut #1 is crazy for it!”

“Shit, lemme try!”

You fellate the cock humming on the member as it grows bigger and thrusts into you harder, the thick, meaty, delicious man pulling out and erupting his precious fluid inside your mouth until your cheeks bulge.

“Fuuuck! Slut #2 got all my load!” You swallow and lick your lips slowly. “Damn, I’m going again.”

“No, it’s my turn. Go fuck your bitch.”

You and Andromeda take cock after cock. You giddily fellate cocks as you rub your sopping wet pussy, occasionally glancing back to find Monday watching you both serenely. You suck them, deepthroat them, even using mushing a particularly large cock between your bouncing boobies and sucking the head until it shoots its delicious cream all over your tits. You coo and rub the salty, warm goo all over your tits, your pussy constantly leaking with need as the smacking and moaning in the next room gets louder.

“A-ah-ahn~! Re-member, girls!~ Tie the condoms, we’re using them fo-for-uh~ later!”

After a dozen or so loads, a familiar cock returns. You give a winning smile to Andromeda and pepper it with kisses before lovingly suckling the head. The man doesn’t want to wait, shoving himself inside you. He’s even more vigorous than before!~

After doing your duty, he shoots a far thicker load than before down your gullet, settling with the rest in your churning belly and pulling out just as quickly. You let out a small burp and blush, the man on the other side letting out a loud guffaw.

“Haha! Wow, those potions are something else, huh?” His cock shoots out another spray over your face.

“Yeah.” Someone else says. “Makes you wonder if their pussies are as good as their mouths.”

You move your breasts apart to stare down at your cunny. Your pussy lips are inflamed, a constant trickle of fluids tickling past them. You slowly stand, lewd grin stretching on your face as you leave a trail of your arousal up the wall.

Someone grabs your hand.

“Not yet.” Monday kisses your neck and your knees collapse under you. “Soon, but not yet.”

You spot the sisterhood through the hole, riding the thick cocks of their boyfriends in various states of undress. You whine and pinch your massive love pillows, gyrating your hips against the ground to try and stimulate your untouched pussy.

Another dick slips through the hole and you automatically latch on. Monday said not yet…you might as well enjoy what you can. You flutter your eyelids and moan as the stranger on the other side facefucks you violently, depositing another creamy load down your slutty gullet. You suck another, and another, and another, the moaning on the other side slowly coming to a stop. You’re three knuckles deep in your pussy trying desperately to finger yourself at the same pace as the cocks you pleasure.

You’re so sad when the last cock leaves and nothing takes its place. You smack your lips, already missing the taste of so many men’s cum. You pull yourself up and rub your gut, the churning semen inside you a treasured reminder of the dicks that have graced your lips.

You don’t stop masturbating, though. Not even when you face off against Andromeda, who also has her fingers in her pussy. Her fat cunny lips look like they need a licking, and her stupid, kissable lips pucker, likely missing the taste of semen.

What a dumb broad. You arrogantly pull a strand of semen off your chest from the numerous titjobs you’ve given and slowly suckle your finger. Andromeda glares and her pussy trickles in arousal and jealousy.

A pity…there’s not much left on your tits. And it’d be uncouth to lick yourself clean in front of Mistress Monday.

Monday, for her part, looks satisfied. She smacks your ass and watches it jiggle as you blush, then gently presses into your slightly distended abdomen. She repeats the process with Andromeda and nods.

“You two did wonderfully!” Monday’s smile brightens up the room. “Before I choose a winner, let’s first have a drink.”

She rings a bell and Rose comes back in with several glass steins. The maid smiles and passes each of you a stein. The smell hits you and your eyes widen, your pussy spraying in excitement at the mere scent of the potent jizz swirling inside the stein. Fluid hits your leg and you realize that Andromeda sprayed her vaginal fluids on you! Something about this cum is different from everything you’ve guzzled so far.

Monday takes a glass and knocks it against yours.

“Get used to jizz, girls. There’ll be a day when you won’t be able to drink anything else…” Monday has that know-it-all smile that drives you crazy and she downs the glass. “Paaah!~ Now, bottoms up!”

You bring the stein up to your lips, eyes fluttering as you swallow the thick jism. Delicately at first, just to savor it, but the cum is potent, addicting even. Your eyes roll back and a climax rushes through your body, your knees shaking as you struggle to stay up. But you do stay up, draining more and more of that musky fluid into your mouth, a scant few drops running down your chin. You chug mouthfuls of the warm cum, your entire body trembling with each swallow, all sounds drowned out by the thundering in your ears and orgasms cycling one after another so that your leggings are completely drenched in your love fluids.

Your vision comes back into focus and you put down the glass, struggling to catch your breath. Andromeda is on the ground, twitching with a giddy smile on her face. Monday sighs and shakes her head, gently pressing her foot against Andromeda's gushing pussy.

“Looks like you win, Prudence.” Her beautiful green eyes narrow in a smile. "My Elegant Diamond."

You weakly throw a fist in the air, eyes looking anywhere for something to shove up your trembling bitch hole. What was in that jizz? You’ll have to remember to ask Monday when you could get more. Better yet, when you could get your cunt stretched out by a massive dick until you cum your brains out.

Too bad you won’t remember.

Your choker’s gem flashes and the you that Monday has been building slowly fades away. You find yourself in your room with a fresh pair of clothes and a recommendation letter resting on your lap. You open it and gasp, allowing yourself a breach of decorum in the privacy of your room to start kicking your feet excitedly.

A chance to work for her?

This changes everything.