Academy Days: Queen x Outcasts Crossover – 6 [❤️❤️❤️]

If there’s one place in aaaaaaallll of Camelot where you like to eat, you’d have to choose Berry’s. Of course, you like a lot of other places. Not many of them have the right seating, though. Berry’s has a big centaur clientele, so they’ve got a bunch of super soft and super supportive seats. And the food? Moon and stars, they’ve got pastries, and cakes, and subs, and all sorts of other goodies!

You have been banned from six libraries and are on thin ice at the University’s main library. Something about not being quiet enough. You can’t help it, you’re a naturally loud person. Since the initial placement exams are coming up, you can only really study at Berry’s!

They love you, you’re their biggest customer.

Literally.

You are Cherry, 1.1 tons of fun! And while you don’t need help with the classes related to your major, you’re having a bit of trouble with the boring general classes. Basic Arcana, History of Prillia, and (ugh) Economics. You used to have this fun place to hang out and wrassle, but Diane been out of town recently. Lucky for you, you’ve made a few friends!

Next to you, Wednesday is slowly chipping at a tiny slice of cheesecake and Fracti is enjoying a brownie sundae. You take up a lot of this booth and Spiritsteel takes most of the other booth with her centaur body. Silly, blushing Spiritsteel daintily spoons pieces of carrot cake like a Camelot aristocrat, while Flay tackles a strawberry shortcake with gusto. Tatt nibbles at a gingerbread man nervously.

And you? You’ve got the motherlode.

Everyone eats their meals slowly as you scarf down a chocolate éclair the size of a panini. It’s sweet and delicious. Totally worth the effort of breaking down the chocolate in your stomach’s inner lining before it poisons you. You hog it down and a bit of cream splurts out from the back and lands on your chest.

Oopsies! You’re so messy!

“Cherry…” Fracti looks at you and sighs. “You can eat slower to make less of a mess.”

No can do! Your magic burns through sugar like crazy! Bending your neck at angles that would snap the vertebrae of other folks to lick it up is no problem for a master biomancer like you, so nothing goes to waste. Wednesday gives you a strange look.

That happens sometimes with her. Just the other day, your hands were full so you used your chest to hold a bunch of churros. She gave you the same look, even after you offered for her to lick you clean. Her pupils dilated by a millimeter.

That’s one of the biggest reactions you’ve ever seen from her!

Of course, she scoffed and reminded you that kobolds and harpies (and every other race) had very different grooming practices. Which is true, you guess. Poor skinnies don’t have the tongues for heavy-duty work.

Maybe once your besties are more comfy with you, they'll learn to love licking!

Someone is coming. You don’t react, though. Someone is always getting close, Camelot has soooooooo many people! These ones get in, and your nose tingles. Huh, weird. But there’s a lot of weird in Camelot. Nothing too bad, either!

Except for that one thing in the catacombs. That was a very weird night! You’re still not sure how much of that was just the psilocybin.

You’ve seen these girls around campus. They’ve got that iffy smell. A sniffy smell. One that’s kinda…smelly.

Even though they’re apparently super popular on campus. Pick of the guys, big parties, lots of food…they don’t like sharing. You’d prefer not to get close. Wednesday spots them next, her eyebrow twitching. Ooh, irritation. Not the kind she gets with small fries either!

“Restroom.” She disappears.

One moment she’s there. The next, bloop! Gone.

“I hate when she does that.” Tatt mutters. “Creepy.”

You angle your ears to catch the other girls talking, increasing your neurochemical response time by a couple oomphs to listen to both them and your friends. Fracti is also cocking her head the way she does when she looks at ‘Wednesday’s spirits’.

“There's a reason she's at the top of her classes. Speaking of, you think we’ll be able to get into the top fifty?” Flay pushes the last piece of cake around her plate.

Your friends only have the placement exams on their mind. Camelot University has a way to encourage top performers, with rewards given to the best exam marks for each class. Top fifty get scholarships, top twenty-five get cash prizes, top ten get special permissions, and top three get personalized instruction from the best teachers at school, archmages and wizards.

“Heck no.” Tatt scoffs. “I’m awesome at what I do, but hedge mages like us have trouble with right answers and official answers.”

He’s right. You’ve had to stop yourself from correcting your Basic Body Magic teacher at certain points. Even the Advanced Body Magic class had one or two mistakes about proper biochemical manipulation, though you stopped pointing them out to Deep Pression when he looked suuuper sadly at his wand.

“You lack confidence!” Spiritsteel’s anxiety is soothed by the carrot cake she’s enjoying. “One must be forthright about one’s own chances! We have done quite well in our specialties, and we have managed to bolster our weak points with each other’s aid. I know I will make mine ancestors proud in these exams.”

“As long as we try our best, things will be okay.” Fracti smiles sagely.

While you and your friends discuss which tests we could probably place in, the girls on the other side of Berry’s are talking about something else. You catch their names: Ash, Yucca, Hazel, and Andromeda are chattering about how some rich guy or whatever met a Monday. Monday, another weirdly odd smelling one, eventually comes by with another three girls who smell weird.

Oddly smelling and weird smelling is different! You'd have to be a kobold to understand.

Anyways, they sit down with the others, and Monday starts loudly wondering where another skinny named Prudence is at, then acts all disappointed and saying something about how her bonkers-rich noble guy friend will be so sad that he won’t meet Prudence, then how it would be better for Andromeda should meet him instead.

Wowie! Monday is clearly the alpha. A very clever one, too!

“Mayhaps Dame Fracti could help me place in the top twenty with the aid of the spirits thine found attached to my armor?” Spiritsteel chuckles. “I jest, I jest. Unless…?”

“That’s not how those spirits work.” Fracti shuffles. “That also borders on, um, illegal.”

The girls on the other side are getting a bit weirder. While Andromeda sat next to Monday, the ones Monday brought with her sat by each of the others. They also got a bit close, and weirdly touchy. A different scent wafts through Berry’s, one that you’ve found more and more often around campus lately.

“C’mon!” Flay hops to her feet, though it barely makes a difference for the dwarf. “You won’t even do a little of that enchantment stuff on my hides!”

“Th-that would be a bit dangerous. Remember what happened when we tried that, Cherry?”

Yup! You had to tear the bear hide to shreds. It was all like 'Rawr! I should not be alive!' and 'I'm gonna kill you! Grr!' It was so difficult to kill it the first time without damaging the hide...And it could flap around to fly, which was suuper annoying! Wednesday had to help bring it down. Worst of all, the hide barely had any calories. It was just really chewy! Speaking of…

“Hungy!” You exclaim and scooch out of the booth, bouncing over to Berry fooooor….mmm, something savory this time! Maybe one of those mega-hot dogs?

“Sun and stars, is she seriously going for more?” Yucca whispers to the others. “Isn’t she fat enough? Her ass has got to be four feet wide!”

“What kind of weirdo wears dog ears and a tail?” Ash says.

“It’s such a shame that a nice restaurant like this one has such an eyesore.” Monday clicks her tongue. “Tut, tut. Somebody should do something about that.”

Andromeda gets up. Darn, Berry was almost done adding all your toppings! You haven’t had an alpha after you in a while…Andromeda seems well-fed, with a thick hips and a hefty chest. She seems more like a prize-wife than an actual fighter with those thin arms and waist. Then again, you’re being a bit silly. This isn’t the Boreal North!

You pay Berry and she passes you the yardstick hot dog slathered with layers of sauces and toppings.

“Hey fatty!” Andromeda snarls. “Don’t you think you’ve packed enough for the winter?”

Berry’s gets quieter when some of the other patrons notice the dominance display. A few even leave. Silly skinnies are so conflict-averse.

“Nope.” You giggle and take out a big chomp. “I can bulk up some more.”

Fracti is just as out of the loop as you, but Tatt seems to think she’s a big deal. His eyes nearly pop out of his skull when he sees Andromeda. When he sees those that came with her, he hisses and slinks low in his seat.

“One of the Sorority Queens!” Tatt grimaces. “We do not want to mess with Life Phoenix House!”

“What crawled down your craw?” Flay snorts.

“Unlike you guys, I need my job! Do you know many of the tattoo parlor’s clients are connected to that sorority?!”

Ooh, an alpha with a lot of influence! They’re normally the easiest, but you can’t do your typical thing here. Camelot has strict laws, after all. And you don’t want to go in time out. The nice mister in charge of your scholarship did tell you that making craters in Camelot was expensive. You are on your best behavior!

Apparently, Andromeda is not.

She gets real close so you back up against the glass (there’s nothing between your butt and the glass) and pokes you in the shoulder. Several times! She says all sorts of very mean stuff, mostly about your weight. Which is silly, because you may be friend shaped, but you’re a lot heavier than you look! What kind of hourglass-shaped featherweight picks a fight with a super gigaweight? Clearly, she's being a bit silly.

Your friends’ eyes widen as she keeps talking all kinds meanie silliness and you slowly bring up your hot dog to nibble at it.

She slaps it out of your hand.

Dang it! It landed on the ground. You bend over to pick it up, except Andromeda laughs and kicks it away. Okay, now you’re a bit annoyed.

Before even a teensy little growl escapes from your throat, Wednesday reappears on the counter next to you. Andromeda jumps back in surprise. So do the ones at her table…though Monday almost seems excited? Wednesday crosses her legs, tapping her talons against the glass.

Tik. Tik. Tik.

“What sort of juvenile causes a scene over someone else’s food?” Her dead-eyed stare and monotone voice cuts through the restaurant hubbub. “Do you have nothing else in your life going on?”

Fracti hides a small giggle behind her wing and Flay smirks, though Spiritsteel and Tatt are somewhere between stunned and nervous. Wednesday’s eyes drift across the room, lingering on the girls by the entrance then settling on Andromeda again.

“Basing your worth on another’s opinion…That’s a bit pathetic, don’t you think?”

The girl turns red and harrumphs.

“How dare you—”

“Don’t care.” Wednesday interrupts. “You’re clearly not in charge of your faculties.”

She points her wing across the room, primaries pointing directly to Monday.

“You. Restroom. Talk. Now.”

Impressive! Wednesday identified the group’s alpha and called her out! She may like being alone, but she’s got a talent for pack politics. Even without her awesome magic, she’d go far in the Boreal North. Things would have been different if she was with you...

Monday frowns for a microsecond, but a wide, gentle smile plasters itself on her face. Fracti bristles and shuffles in her seat. She stares between you and Wednesday, uncomfortable at the thought of Monday and Wednesday alone together. Fracti doesn't know it, but she can get a little possessive.

Snrk. You're funny.

Ooh, Monday gets out of her seat and follows Wednesday to the bathroom.

“Out.” Wednesday commands, and a couple girls briskly walk out.

Monday smiles at them and enters, the door shutting behind with a flutter of a lone black feather. The restaurant seems to take a big breath and you plop your big ol’ butt back next to Fracti. You and your friends stare at the doors, an almost oppressive aura emanating from it.

"What the hell is going on?" Tatt whispers. "Why'd she call out the club gardener?"

"She was the alpha, duh?" You poke the confused guy in the nose. "Boop!"

"Alpha? Doth thou meanst the leader?" Spiritsteel shuffles in the seat. "But I thought there wast a major competition between the Diamond and the Heart?"

"I've only ever heard of the duelist, the Diamond girl." Flay mutters. "And I've never seen Wednesday call out someone in private. She's never been afraid to air out dirty laundry before."

There’s a smack. Muffled yelling. Then, indistinguishable conversation. Wowie, you never heard Wednesday ever raise her voice at someone! Did Monday slap her? This Monday girl must be pretty strong! You almost want to go in there, but that oppressive aura shows that Wednesday won't go down easy.

You go girl! Show that alpha who's boss!

“What do you think is happening in there?” Spiritsteel whispers. “If mine ears do not deceive me, they may have come to blows.”

“The spirits are acting strangely.” Fracti frowns. “It almost feels like…fighting, but not? A duel of sorts, unlike anything we’ve seen.”

Weird.

Oh well! You steal Wednesday’s plate and stuff the cheesecake into your face. She won’t mind, she practically never finishes that stuff!

Yum!

“Mmmm~”

Monday moans into your mouth as she slams you against the mirror. She always starts strong, taking advantage of your harpy lightness to carry you around and press her heaving body against yours. That’s just like her.

She breaks the kiss, brushing her lips down your neck as she fondles your breasts under your shirt. She meets your passive gaze with a grin, and her fingers dance up your thigh until they reach your waistline to rip your pants off.

“You must be hungry, Wednesday~” She tweaks your nipple and a spike of pleasure dances through you. “You know you can always visit my little garden to top off on DESIRE…”

Her fingers dexterously glide around your plump pussy lips, pausing briefly to twirl around your bud as her breath lingers on your face. You bite your lip but otherwise keep yourself expressionless. Your talons reach behind her to pull Monday’s tight jeans down, throwing the garments aside. Her cunny glistens, hale and hearty from a consistent diet of mind-breaking her sorority sisters into submissive sluts.

“And risk compromising the mission?” You spread your legs to let Monday massage your inner folds. “At least I’m gathering important tactical data. You’re just breaking the ECS. Obviously, I might add.”

“Oh, Wednesday. My poor, naïve little sister…Infiltration is a bit like slight of hand; the more fingers you have—” She slaps your pussy and you gasp, a wet splash of arousal mixing with the pain. “The better. You would know, right?”

You glare. Monday would never let an opportunity to hold your harpy wings against you. She’d never say as much to January or Valentine, too careful in maintaining the youngers’ adulation. But she’s always looked down on harpies for the awkward, knobby claws at the crook of your wings.

Your wings glow, shifting into arms and allow the smallest smirk. Monday’s jaw drops. Your hand slips between her thighs and you smirk when your own fingers elicit a loud gasp from your elder sister. Monday pushes you against the mirrors for another kiss, hands teasing each other’s slick passages as you moan into each other’s mouths. Your tongues battle for dominance, entwining even after you break apart and shudder through the first shared climax from the mutual fingering.

“I knew you’d done something impressive with your time here.” Monday breathes huskily as she takes off her shirt and unclasps her lacy white bra. “Of course you’d find a solution to harpy wings.”

“Spare me the empty flattery.” You grouse and take your own shirt off.

Monday stares at your bare body appreciatively, crossing an arm under her D-cup breasts as she licks your juices from her finger. Despite having a smaller stature, Fracti’s are larger. While you’ve got a bigger butt than Fracti, Monday exceeds yours by a wide margin.

Though she can’t compare to Cherry. When you tried to hide earlier, Cherry accidently pinned you against the counter, her fat ass swallowing your wings and face in a landslide of pert buttmeat. Your face was stuck between her mountainous ass cheeks, her plump asshole dragging itself inches from your mouth as you struggled to stay sane. If Andromeda hadn’t had her bend over to pick up the sandwich, you don’t think you could have squeezed yourself out in time.

“I can taste your DESIRE.” Monday licks her lips and picks you off the sink. “Want to see why I brought my girls here?”

Her fingers dig into your supple ass, and you return the favor by having your talons clench into hers to help support you. The mutual rough treatment causes your pussies to leak, feminine juices plipping on the linoleum. Her giddy green eyes sparkle with joy as she carries you into one of the larger stalls, those meant for centaurs. You raise an eyebrow at the sight of the massive hole in the stall and the hoofmarks climbing up the wall.

An awkward position to say the least.

“Unisex bathrooms are the best.” Monday giggles. “I’ve had my girls clean centaur cock a few times before, though they only mostly gave heads to bipeds. I remember watching Prudence gag on the tip of a two-foot horsecock, pinching and squeezing her overblown tits as she squirted again and again…when the centaur finally came, he doused her in so much jizz that her makeup began to run. She reminded me a bit of you. Except, you know, with a much better figure.”

Monday leans your head back so that you’re inches from the glory hole, sliding you down until you’re hanging from her crotch, the warmth of her pussy radiating against yours.

“Would you like that? To service a fat centaur dick, drink in a literal gallon of thick sperm?” Monday purrs in your ear. “I know you’re a fucking slut for jizz, Wednesday. You love getting splattered with it, having it fill your every nook and cranny. I can be here for you, massage your cum-stuffed belly as you choke down cock after cock like a filthy whore.”

Despite her words, you keep your face stoic. Your traitorous pussy drools with need, mixing with the love juices running down your intermingled thighs. Monday clicks her tongue and lowers you to the ground, supporting you enough that your pussies are less than an inch away from each other. She grins and mashes your pussies together, your eyes rolling back as your vulvas kiss, gooey strands of femcum connecting your cunts when they separate. Every squat onto your pussy sends jolts of pleasure through your bodies, Monday’s heft bust bouncing up and down as she leers at your passive expression.

“Your face is lying right where the puddle was. Maybe if you lick it the floor, you can have some of the dried jizz?~ I know a cock-hungry slut like you would love to lick smegma off the ground.” Monday shifts a leg so she can run her foot down your face as she grinds your cunts together. “Ah~ be a good girl, Wednesday!~ Don’t you want some dick?~”

Her toes rest on your cheek and one slips into your mouth. You narrow your eyes at her in a subtle glare, but the redhead’s smirk just grows. Monday rubs your face against the dirty bathroom floor, the briefest whiff of week old centaur jism tickling your senses. The scissoring and the dirty talk push you over the edge, your mouth opens in a silent scream as a fountain erupts between your pussies and runs down your body.

“Poor little Wednesday~ All alone and hungry…let your big sis feed you~” Monday coos, hand trailing between her luscious boobs and down to her crotch, teasing her clit with her little finger as it grows, inch by inch, into a respectable six-inch cock. “I was going to have Prudence and Andromeda suck me off through the glory hole. And then I found you…Aren’t you lucky I was here?~”

She slaps her dick against your pussy, giggling as you squirm to your feet. She jacks herself off, relishing how you lick your lips and keep your gaze on her cock. Let her think you’ve gone without dick. You turn around and straddle the extra-large toilet, smacking your ass and shaking your hips in her direction. A couple drops of excited nectar trickle into the toilet and you feel Monday’s DESIRE throb with her cock.

“Well?” You look over your shoulder, stoic as ever, and spread your pussy lips apart. “Come on, then. Let’s not make a mess.”

You hug the tank, cold porcelain against your breasts exciting you for what’s to come. Monday lines herself up, grinding her cock under your cunny like a bow on a violin. She teases you for minutes on end and your hungry love tunnel drools all over her dick. Your talons click impatiently against the linoleum, and you send a glare back to Monday, who grins and slowly penetrates you. You close your eyes and hum, letting her increase her pace from tiny bumps to moderate thrusting. Your combined love juices trickle into the toilet, passage tightening on Monday’s length.

Suddenly, she pulls your braid back and hilts inside you. She smiles coldly and smugly rests her breasts on your back. Her dick throbs, your cunt hungry for more.

“Tell me you love my cock, Wednesday~” Her demand whispers past your ear.

You glare at her.

“Fuck you.”

Monday sighs and shakes her head. In one quick motion, she pulls your hips back so that you’re laying on the extra-large toilet seat, your breasts hanging loosely above the water. She shoves her cock inside you and stars dance in your vision. You growl and hang onto the tank, but Monday is already fucking you doggy-style, your mixed fluids splattering into the bowl. Monday laughs as she fucks you, pulling you hips back after every womb-kissing thrust, no doubt to dunk your head in the water. You grit your teeth, the mounting DESIRE growing her cock with every thrust inside you.

You cross your eyes and suck your lips in when she finishes inside you. You don’t let her see that, though you groan as the orgasm hits you and the loud splatter of her creampie oozes out of your pussy and into the toilet.

Monday pulls out and wipes her brow, jacking herself off and shooting a couple more ropes on your back to finish off. You scowl at her and she winks.

Two can play at that game.

Instead of using DESIRE, you practice some biomancy. You turn around, still straddling the toilet, as bask in Monday’s confusion as a bulge in your womb slips down…and a heft cock of your own erupt out of your pussy in spray of juices. Ten inches long, ribbed along the glans, and a fat, black cockhead at the tip of your pale mast flares angrily Monday’s way.

Her jaw drops.

“If you think replacing wings with arms is all I’ve achieved, you are sorely mistaken.” You allow a small grin to pull at the edge of your mouth.

You pin her against the stall wall, aiming your specially-crafted cock into Monday’s gaping cunt. She bites her lip and whines like a needy bitch in heat as you slowly slide into her tight love tunnel, your textured glans hitting all of her sweet spots. You take your time, gliding into her inch by inch as she holds onto the top of the stall. Knowing her to be a size queen, you increase the mass, the bulge inside her now painfully obvious as she writhes about in ecstasy. Right when your cockhead is kissing her womb, you stop.

Monday looks at you, breasts heaving, as your hand begins to delicately tease her cock. She moans and thrashes some more, some red locks escaping from her annoyingly perfect buns.

“Playing with all those girls…” Your tone is even, casual. “You haven’t had a chance to enjoy dick, have you?”

“Only a few times. Nobody here is as good as—Ah!~”

You interrupt her with a small hop, your throbbing dick brushing her uterus. You spit on her rod, your hand expertly lubricating her length, your tiny thrusts growing larger and more forceful by the second.

“Clearly, you haven’t had a chance to use your cock as much, either.” You squeeze her cock and lean into her to nibble at her ear. Her eyes roll back and she tightens on your rod even more. “Typical. Letting someone else do all the hard work and reaping the rewards.”

“Are you, nnnng~, still upset about, ah~ah~ahhhh~ Saw?”

Yes.

You don’t dignify her with an answer, though. You just squeeze her cock harder and drill yourself into her even faster. Soon, you’re pulling your hips so far back that your cockhead spreads her pussy lips apart , textured glans driving Monday into a frenzy...before you slam back into her. You can feel her DESIRE mounting, a thick load desperate to escape from her cock, but you won’t let her cum. You pull her along the wall until her fat ass is over the glory hole, and lean in to her.

“Stupid horny bitch. You’re going to expose us. But you’d like that, huh? Just the thought of someone coming in here and using your ass through the glory hole is enough to get you to cum on my dick.”

Monday squeals and arch her head back, the orgasm building in her cock to incredible heights. Her tits bounce around while your cock spreads her pussy apart, but you’ve decreased the sensitivity for a reason. You call upon shadows to poke through the glory hole, slipping into her ass. Monday gasps and you pull her head down, aiming her cock in her face and letting go. She squeals again, louder this time as she shoots rope after rope into her own face. A few land on her breasts and yours, one particularly long strand smeared across your blank expression.

You lick it clean as Monday catches her breath. Not as satiating as a mortal’s or a male demon’s, but you’ll take what you can get.

“Well…” Monday grins. “That was nice. But what—NNNGGH~”

You hilt yourself inside her, thrusting into Monday like a beast possessed. You turn the sensitivity up, crossing your eyes and cumming from your pussy in a massive spray as you feel every inch of Monday’s tight cunt wrapped around your rod. The stall door shakes from the force of your thrusts, the bulge in Monday’s gut bouncing up and down as a flood of femcum follows every cocks-cavation. You bite onto Monday’s flailing breasts just as you both ride an intense, body-shuddering orgasm and you shoot load after load into Monday until there’s a small bloat in her belly.

You slide to the ground, the both of you sitting in a puddle of your own juices. Your cock slips out of Monday’s cunt, a flood of semen following it.

So much for not making a mess.

Monday sighs and scootches closer to you, bringing you into a big hug.

“Well done, Wednesday~”

You’re not the least bit surprised when she slips her cock back into your pussy. She’s always had to have the last word.

Monday chuckles when you bite her shoulder, but the gasp she makes when you shift your cock and slip it under hers to penetrate her is worth it. A flush overcomes your face as your inner walls tighten on her length, her hips grinding against your crotch to get you to cum. You transform your cock, a midnight black flared tip and softball-sized knot swelling inside her. The shift inside her brings her to another climax, her passage tightening on your dick.

“A dog cock?” Monday grumbles. “Really?”

“We’re stuck together until I say so.” You can tell she’s glaring. “Either we share what we know, or your ‘friends’ will wonder what’s taking so long.”

You and Monday may be knotted together, but only Monday is trapped. If you so wanted, you could drop the hypnosis you set outside and people would eventually come investigate. Not that you would compromise any of the other infiltrators, but you don’t doubt that catching Monday in the nude would have some bearing on the careful image she’d crafted of herself.

Monday huffs and rubs her hips closer to yours, but that only pushes your knot deeper inside her. Green eyes meet black and Monday pouts.

“Fine.”

For Weekdays like yourselves, telepathic communication is fast enough that you can trade concepts, memories, and emotions that would take an hour’s conversation in but a few moments. While you keep each other’s cocks warm, sitting in a puddle of sexual fluids, you trade valuable information.

Monday gives you an accurate idea of the noble families and public representatives of the Senate, and what her girls had learned about their relationships. She also touches on some of the things she’d picked up in classes, enlightening but ultimately less than you hoped for. There was also an update on Thursday, Solstice, Equinox, and the youngers that accompanied them, which you appreciated.

It felt like she was holding something important back…

Nevertheless, you passed her most of what you’ve learned. Ways to save DESIRE, efficient casting, some of what you’ve learned about rituals and biomancy. You keep who you’ve learned the more advanced subjects from Monday. Knowing her, she’d try and steal your ‘toys’. You’re not sure how that’d end up, but you suspect it would not got Monday’s way.

Most importantly, you give her the information on the creature you found in the catacombs.

“Shapeshifters with acid blood?” Monday frowns. “I’m normally all for some competition, but that’s a bit excessive.”

You’re bouncing your crotches together, slowly working up to a last orgasm. Monday smirks and angles her crotch to scrape the inside of your pussy. Your eyes flutter and roll, putting more force into throbbing your knot against her clit.

“Just one of them was hard to pin down.” You huff, groping Monday’s funbags. “They also seem to have some sort of soul magic.”

Monday brushes her foot against your talon and shudders, her thumbs pausing from running circles around your nipples. You bite your lip and your pussy tightens one more time on Monday’s length, her throbbing cock shooting its last load inside you. Monday gasps, your knot swelling obscenely and sputtering jism as it pops out of her.

Monday cleans and clothes herself with the speed of someone with far too much practice, and waves goodbye with a wink.

“Since you care about not leaving a trace, I’ll trust you to ‘get rid of the evidence.’” She winks and bursts through the doors.

Of course.

A trail of grool splatters from the sinks into the stall. A cum puddle oozes out from underneath the stall. A toilet bowl full of mixed sexual fluids.

Lots of evidence to clean up.

You roll your eyes and follow Monday, not bothering to hide anything. Your hypnotism layers over you. Nobody reacts to the naked goth girl with a flaccid dog dick as you follow Monday to the exit. And the hypnotism you left on the door will ensure nobody will approach it until you will it.

Monday’s ‘friends’ wait for her at the booth, but she just snaps her fingers and leaves. They follow her, all to eager for her approval. The succubi youngers throw some glances her way, seemingly incapable of hiding their telepathic tells, though their responses imply that Monday’s thoughts are elsewhere.

Until another woman comes running, a near identical hourglass shape to Andromeda. This must be Monday’s other pet, Prudence.

“Ah, Monday! My sincerest apologies for running late!” She stops, her E-cup bra barely holding her bust from exploding out of her expensive outfit. “Jackie found me after my internship and had roped me into what was apparently an unsanctioned duel. It was quite the experience, but she and I had wonderfully won the—”

“That’s alright, Prudence.” Monday smiles gently, the way she typically does when she wants to lull people into a false sense of security. “I had wanted to introduce you to Brad Topper—”

“The son of the senator?!” Prudence gasps.

“The very same, yes.” Monday sighs and cradles her head in her hand. “But you were running late and Andromeda had made such a compelling argument…”

“What?” Prudence squawked.

“I did?” Andromeda blinks, a clever, if sloppy, hypnotism applying itself on her. “Oh yeah! Like, thanks so much, Monday. I’m really looking forward to it.”

Prudence and Andromeda glare at each other, their chokers humming from the residual magic.

You shake your head and return to Berry’s, the restaurant settling back into a comfortable buzz of conversation. Your black doggy dick hardens as you walk past patrons, begging for you to play with yourself in public while nobody can see you. You thumb the tip, gently rubbing yourself as you steadily make your way to the bathroom.

They can’t perceive you.

You allow yourself a small, lewd grin as you gently jack off. You've done something like this a few times before. Shirts for harpies are notoriously hard to put on; there've been a few times when you wandered around Camelot, bare breasts exposed, your hypnotism preventing anyone from noticing. But to walk around, ropes of jizz clinging to your naked body as you play with a knotty black cock? You'd never risked it before.

“When is she going to get out?” Flay asks, looking at the door.

“She probably already is.” Tatt grumbles. “We wouldn’t know about it until she appears next to us.”

A shudder runs up your spine. They all stare directly at you and you nearly blow your load right there.

No, they don’t see you. They just expected you to appear.

“She does have a tendency to disappear…” Fracti notes breathily.

You raise one leg high into the air and lean on the counter, stretching your pussy open in front of Tatt’s face, Flay’s Face, Spiritsteel’s face…Your tongue spills out as you jack off faster, getting off on getting off in public. You feed on your own DESIRE, deftly massaging your black rocket in public. You pant and wave your lewd hips toward Fracti, then Cherry—

Her nose dilates. She blinks a few times and you nearly fall to the ground in surprise.

Fuck, Monday got you in the mood and you’re desperate for more DESIRE. To the point that you’re lewdly wagging your ass in Cherry’s face like a bitch in heat, playing with your stupid doggy dick…you can’t stop. Not even when Berry leaves a platter of milkshakes right in front of you, grumbling about the mess 'those sorority girls' always leave behind, her bust brushing past your panting face without noticing the trail of drool left behind from your lolling tongue. You stand on the counter and look over the diner, hands meticulously pleasuring your sexes as you stand over the milkshakes. You could angle your cock down, prepared to shoot thick gobs of cream into the milkshakes...or simply let your arousal drip into the over-sweet drinks...

You bite your lip and press your trembling knees together, taking care to not even let a drop of your aphrodisiac saliva escape you.

Part of you wants Cherry’s incredible senses to break her free from the hypnotism, so she could pin you down and claim you as the others watch. Then Fracti would use you, teasing every one of your subtlest weak spots like she did as an orthros…then Flay, and Tatt, and Spiritsteel, and the rest of the patrons could pass you around until you’re stuffed with all of their children, a cum bloated mess of a whore used by everyone and everything until—

You bite your lip, the mounting pressure in your cock buzzing in your brain. You quickly shadowwalk back into the bathroom stall, panting lewdly as you aim your erect dogcock into the messy toilet bowl. You grit your teeth and moan, shooting several thick ropes of jism as your eyes roll back and your body shudders through the intense climax. You loom over the mixture and pant, the last dribbles of cum sputtering into the bowl.

A puddle of femcum has gathered at your feet. Behind you, another puddle by the glory hole, then a trail back to the sinks. And worst of all, the toilet bowl almost overflowing with magical futa cum.

There’s still so much evidence left.

You lick your lips and get on your knees. You sit on your hand, fingering your drooling pussy as you dunk your head in the toilet and drink the mixture. Waste not!~