Unknown Academicals (for Shiny)

[Reptillicus]

Upon the bubble that is reality there are actually many layers, there are whole worlds little more than a shadows thickness away. there are strange and fantastic things that can leak through the cracks of reality. one of the layers called the gilded realm is where all magic flows, it seeks out places and even people to coalesce into. like water, arcane power can fit though even the tiniest of cracks. like water through stone magic can leak slowly into other realms. It's a mages job to both study and protect these minor holes as well as make sure such power is used responsibly. sometimes however large amounts of arcane power can go to places seemingly unnoticed by even the most talented of mages, so every once in a while the mages of Gilduim also know as the Unknown university, would roam the countryside trying to find any person with dormant magical power. Many times Magic is found early enough in someone's infancy so they are brought up in one of the smaller sub schools of the university. but every once in a while someone can go through their childhood without the slight hint of magic in their blood, only for it to suddenly manifest in force once they come of age. while it's more rare it has happened enough times for there set precedent of how such cases should be handled. it can come as quite a shock to one day wake up and find that your pillow has morphed into a rather large snake or that you floating several feet off the ground or to perhaps take one step and find yourself all the way on the other side of the room.....

on a cold autumn morning one young woman was about to have a rather strange day....

Mina awoke feeling rather well rested despite the hard time she had getting to sleep last night, for whatever reason she just felt so hot even in the cold night. in the end she had to strip down naked just to get comfortable in bed she never slept nude before... she would blush lightly as she got up glad that she had moved out and lived alone so no one could see her. she was a tall and beautiful tan skinned woman with brown hair so dark it was nearly black. her eyes were a bright yellow, her face young looking but jaw droppingly femmine, with a cute little nose and plump kissable lips. she was both heavy breasted and wide hipped with a butt that was nice and "grabable". her lips nipples and pussy were all a dark and inviting chocolate color. she still had her broad gold collar like necklace on she rarely ever took it off, it being her precious treasure given to her by her grandma.

she quickly combed her neck length hair and washed up before getting ready to get back to her sculpting, her trade and favorite hobby. but she was surprised to find that her clothes weren't in her closet. She could have sworn she hung them up yesterday! she closed the curtain then opened it it again and there they were just like they should have been. that was weird..... after she dressed in her sleeveless white shirt and white skirt she found that they felt tight for some unknown reason... esspally in her butt and breasts areas. Then later when she made some breakfast she dropped an egg that strangely, against all expectation didn't splat on the floor. "Oh my.... well that's.... lucky....?", she said feelings unnerved, for what reasons she wasn't sure. She pushed that out of her head for now... there was some work to do. as the towns only sculptor she also found a lot of work helping cut stone for things other than just busts of peoples head and other such things. the work really kept her fit... not o0nly that but she was the darkest skinned person in the village so she always did draw the eyes. Many a man or even passing knights would try to chat her up... buts he was a very introverted girl and her shyness would make her feel uncomfortable under so much attention.... also it sometimes seemed she was cursed with bad luck when it came to clothes..... many a time her skirts or pants had wardrobe malfunctions showing of her panites more then once to the people in town by accident. she was so embarrassed by it but for some reason.... it made her inexplicably wet in her panites when ever something like that happned with eyes all over her....

She headed to the little part of her small stone house that housed her workspace and got back to work on a piece she was doing more for herself then anyone else a tiny little statue of a pharaoh, the rulers of the ancient world, in the far western lands of Osreeha, from witch she, according to her father was descend from. it was fun to imagine what it might have been like to meet one... regal and proud and sure of themselves. She wished she could be like that, she daydreamed a little as she chiseled away. Just as she was about done with a bit of the leg she saw the little statue move! it... it waved at her with a little hand she fell out of her seat as she gasped. no way that couldn't be right... she got up and peeked back over her work bench to see the little statue as still as ever. she blinked her heart still racing. "What in the gods names..... I must be seeing things....", she then sat down and breathed out. she reached for the chisel only to have it fly right into her hand! She gasped and fell over again dropping it and backing away quickly into the corner. "Wh-What the!? Oh lords am I going crazy!?", she said panting. She shook her head hard to try and forget what she just saw..... perhaps she should go out and.... get some new clay and stone.... get some fresh air. She pulled a shawl around her and headed out the door. witch closed itself behind her with she chalked up to the wind as she hurried down the road into the market.

the little town was a simple little place many people knew each other, and they were far removed from the squabbles of kings, knights, and religious leaderships so it was quite peaceful there. It was called peattown for all the deposits of peat that could be found around the countryside, it was more or less the places life blood. So while they were small they did get plenty of folks passing through and buy up some fuel for their fires. Mina moved here because it was out of the way but still a rich enough place to live. Mages rarely bothered with the place. As she walked she found herself feeling worried... was she going crazy? no.... perhaps she really was more tired than she thought this brisk colder mourning air should clear her mind. but the worry was still there and nagging at the edges of her mind. in fact besides all the wired stuff she just felt.. off to day... as she walked buy a cart the wooden wheel began to unscrew themselves and it clattered to the ground on its side dumping all the boxes of apples to the cobblestones. Mina hurried along telling herself it was just a coincidence. Further along the passage into the town marketplace a pair figures hooded in blue stood watching. "Izianova.... do you feel that...? Arcane power is moving about.... that was no accident, at least no the regular kind.", said a deep but quiet voice from one of the hooded figures.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

"Blue really isn't my color, Alba." The woman that spoke had full red lips, and eyes that soaked in everything with a predatory grace, confidant, and bursting with sultry luster. A sexual woman, confidant in her charms... womanly of figure and well prepared to use her assets in pursuit of... well, anything. She had eyes of lavender, and hair of a deeper purple, something bordering on a rich, almost bloody black, framing her face it wet, long curls, tight as corkscrews.

"Use my full name, please, Miss Izianova." The replying woman was waifish, thin and stank of pragmatism. She had a high, and beakish nose, spectacles, and was always fiddling with some object. This time it was a board and parchment, but in truth, it was less practical than it would appear. She simply had a bad habit of fidgeting, and there was nothing worth noting on that parchment. Green eyes and firey red hair would make her freckled, skinny face attractive, if she'd just turn them out of their perpetual scowl. She looked as if the whole world disappointed her, at all times.

She groaned. Her 'partner' was a mess, in more ways than one. "Albatross. A little on the nose, don't you think?"

"No."

Izianova thought of a witty retort, and immediately dismissed it. Her 'partner' wasn't very skilled in anything that involved tongues. "Anyway, we're here. It is so dry..."

"Actually, we're in the thickest part of the wetlands, the humidity is enough to chew on."

"You know what I mean. If there's a sponge here, it's soaked mana to the point that there isn't enough magic in the air to follow with a dowsing rod. Have we found our little golden goose?"

"They're here, somewhere. Probably as out of place as can be. Almost as out of place as we are, I might add. We should hurry. Men are looking at you again." There was an edge to her voice.

"Jealous? That's good. Here, I was nearly convinced you weren't a woman at all. How do you go so many decades without being touched?"

"That... that is none of your business!" She flustered, turning nearly crimson. "Don't poke your nose into matters that do not concern you!"

"Nobody pokes their nose as..." She blinked. She felt it.

"Izianova.... do you feel that...? Arcane power is moving about.... that was no accident, at least not the regular kind."

Izianova pulled ahead, walking at a brisk pace, her hips moving with the gait of a practiced dancer... or courtesan, perhaps. The way her hips swayed with every step was suggestive and eloquent enough to be noticed through thick, form concealing robes, and drew eyes, as always. She turned the corner, Alba rushing to follow her longer legged gait, and easily caught up with Mina. A flick of her wrist, and Mina walked straight into a dead end... a brick and mud wall that hadn't existed, before. Hells, there were no brick and mud walls in the little town... It was out of place, and as soon as she'd turn around, all her settings would fade into something... else. There were walls on all sides, as though just moving her eyes brought more into being.

Izianova would allow her to wonder at this mystery, with a smile. Soon, there would just be them... well, and the freckle faced shrew nearly panting behind Izianova. "Is this REALLY necessary? The girl is probably already scared out of her wits!"

"Shut up." There was something hard to her voice this time, and though Alba stammered for a moment, she wisely concluded that now was not a good time to bandy words. Izianova walked slowly towards Mina, and her voice was softer as she drew her hood back, then raised her hands, to take Mina's chin in one. She stood just a smidgen taller than Mina, and tilted Mina's face up ever so slightly to look into her eyes. "Oh, yes..." Her words were soft, lilting. They trailed off into wonder. "You are... yes, you are. You have within you something... potent. Priceless. Beautiful... tell me, girl. What is your name?" Perhaps not the most polite of introductions, but that lavender eyes would swim in her vision, and within them, lightning would crackle, from a tempest of stormy clouds, dark, heavy with water... and all of it was purple. Mina might feel a little... light headed as well, as Izianova explored her being in a way that she wouldn't likely understand. Izianova stood close, as well... perhaps too close. Her breasts were heavy against Mina's own, pressing against her. Izianova was as close as a lover, about to give her a kiss...

 

[Reptillicus]

Mina gasped as suddenly a freaking wall appeared in front of her. She nearly fell over backwards in surprise, stumbling a few steps. What the hell was happening!? Was she going crazy here?! Mina was nearly hyperventilating she spun around and other walls seemed to show up out of nowhere the air around Mina was beginning to steam with the high amount of stress making a hot magical field around her reality itself, would warp very slightly around her once she saw Izianova she gave another start and shuddered in place, rooted to the spot as the busty stranger swayed over to her. She was a sight to behold this stranger... her face everything about her seemed to draw the eye. Mina tensed as the lady grew closer and closer her hands shaking. She was so confused and scared that her hands shook. when her chin was lifted up to stare into those deep pools of purple. then she began to feel light headed.... who was this woman.... and what was she talking about? Something inside her?

When she was asked for her name she stammered out, "M-M-Mina.....". the air was hot with magic radiating off of her. her nipples grew stiff under the pressure of Izia's equally heavy pair. she moved back just a little as her wits came back to her. "H-Hey! hold on what's going on here! who are you!?", Mina said still panting a little bit.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Izianova tapped her chin, watching Mina as she stumbled backwards. "I am the Archmage Izianova."

"But *not* the headmaster." Albatross interjected, rudely. "The title is merely a formality. I am Headmaster Albatross. We represent a place that you might have heard of, a place of learning. You have experienced strange happenings this day, yes? All of a sudden, many odd, inexplicable things have occurred?"

Izianova rolled her eyes, and stepped forward, and in front of Albatross, who squawked her outrage. "You have a gift, for magic. You seem... exotic, for this locale. Most of these folk are as pale as the moon, or dusky only from time spent in the sun. You, however, are born with a skin like dusk, and eyes like the twinkling of stars. Beautiful." Her full, gorgeous lips curled into a smile. "We want you to come with us. You have exhibited... potential, potential not witnessed in centuries. We want you to study at our school, we want you to become magi."

 

[Reptillicus]

Mina found herself blushing at being called things like exotic and beautiful, but a wait were they saying... she had magic?! But not only that but they wanted to bring her to the famous school of magic Gilduim ( or just unknow university to the layman). "So.... So I wasn't seeing things? the waving statue, the unbroken egg, the clothes disappearing...... it was all me? no way.....", she said blinking looking down at herself. "And you want me.... to go to the university? are you sure? I don't know the first thing about magic! I-I'm just a sculptor....", Mina said feeling woefully under prepared for something like this.

At the same time a raven fluttered and landed on Alba's shoulder, "Cawww! Mistress Albatross, Professor Greens wants to know if you've found the source of magic found on the Magnus map.", it said as it turned its head to eyeball Mina.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Albatross fingered her spectacles, pushing them up on her beak like nose. "Yes, yes, we've found her, and the archmage is being INAPPROPRIATE already. I'm bringing it up at the next teachers meeting, the so called 'lust' arts need to banned from the education roster. Such things belong in a low class brothel, -" Her tyrade, which was brought up at every meeting, continued along the same lines. Some people thought Izianova far too libertine for a prestigious institution such as Gildium... which was part of the reason she wasn't headmaster, in spite of being universally hailed as the archmage.


Izianova licked her lips, watching her new... toy. Well, pupil. "I will... personally sponsor your entry. You'll be given... the penthouse suite." Her big, lustrous eyes, darkly lined, remained locked onto Mina's own. "And your talents as an artisan aren't necessarily useless, in pursuing knowledge of the arcane, you know. Sculpting is a very useful talent... especially for golemancers."

 

[Reptillicus]

The raven rolled its eyes at his mistress Albatross's squawking. he was one of the many magically enhanced birds employed by the school. Sometimes magic can find its way into animals giving them full awareness and sentience. It makes things very alarming for them to wake up on day and find that they are aware of the fact that they are.... well aware! So the university takes it upon themselves to help such creatures as this under their wing to help them find purpose in the awakened life. Rama the raven had been at the university for sometime.... far out living any regular bird due to his own magic. He'd heard this spiel enough times t simply tune it out and say, "oh yes mistress every once in awhile. he was far more interested in this new girl they found, she seemed top bend the very space around her. He gave a "hmmmm.... not an arrogant one for sure.... caw caw... seems like a decent girl ay mistress?", he said once he found in opening in her tirade.

Mina blinked again. "E-Excuse me? P-Penthouse suite? Are you sure about all this? I mean..... I'm thankful that you.... want me there but i thought you had to study from childhood to have any chance at using magic well...", Mina said fidgeting under Izianova's sultry gaze. Suddenly there was a Whoosh! and a bald, jolly, looking older man appeared grinning with green pointed hat and the same blue cloak they always wore when doing the yearly arcane potential sweep, it let those who know about the university without words know that there was magic in the area and they should stay out of their way if they know what's good for them. The man had half moon spectacles and a white mustache that curled on the ends. "this must be the prospective new student Eh wot, she must be if she's floating upside down like that.", he said... as he was floating there... the one who was upside down. Rama sighed, "Professor Greens... you might want to look up...". "Mmm? what the devil are you talking about?", he said as he looked up with was down for everyone else and promptly fell to the ground on his back. "Oof! Good gods.... 50 years of magic and one can still mess up the 100 yard step.....", he said as he dusted himself off and stood up.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Albatross paused at the bird's words, considering them. "She is... very... 'down to earth'." It was a rather sideways sort of compliment. It didn't seem she cared much for the stinking wetlands they found themselves so very close to.

Izianova barely bat an eye at the jovial, rotund man that appeared. It was a good thing she'd taken them all somewhere a little more private, however. "Fret not, Mina, and apologies for all the sudden odd happenings. Most do study from a young age, yes, but not all... and you possess an inclination for applications of magic that will not require such intimate knowledge as most. Where most must study and recite for their magic, you have it in your blood. Sorcery versus wizardry, as some would call it. It is natural to you, driven by a force of will and... 'personality' within you. You can still benefit greatly from study and gaining knowledge, of course... it just isn't strictly necessary. Sorcerers are... a rarity. More rare than those with the intellect to study the arcane, and become wizards. Both need a certain something, but the source of power is different between the two. Oh, and wizards tend to despise us sorcerers. We're always so much more beautiful and charming. It's part of the package."

Albatross grumbled under her breath at this, but didn't gainsay it. She was staunchly against the inclusion of sorcerers in the wizarding school... however, seeing as Izianova was the archmage, well... even as headmaster, she couldn't simply shove her out.

 

[Reptillicus]

Professor Greens couldn't help but chuckle a little "Izzy" was just being Izzy, once she found something she liked well.... it was going to be hers.... he felt as though she'd be taken care of. He only hoped she would give the girl some space at least *some* of the time. Anyway she seemed smart enough and apparent worked as an artist. "So it seems we've got what we came here for, I'll be glad to be rid of these stuffy blue robes... shall we depart then?", he said as he waved his hand behind himself and a gold portal appeared. "Ahem, shall we?" And so they stepped through the portal. Mina didn't really resist of object.... she somehow felt pulled to this.... she did worry though. As they stepped through the world seemed to fly past them at a ludicrous speed. Everything had a gold tint asz the world sped by and seemed to stretch.

finally.... they arrived, to Gildium, one of the greatest schools of magic around. it seemed to both take forever and take no time at all..... the sensation made Mina sway and feel dizzy. "I'm afraid it's a bit too late for a full school tour but I'm sure you'll see everything in good time my dear. Ms.Izianova I'm supposing you'll lead our new young charge into her new living arrangements? Welp, I'm off lots to do you see!" Then professor green portaled himself somewhere else. he was a master of special shift magic but he always seemed to be a bit off in his destination one way or another.... Mina was just so overtaken.... so much was happening! Had they really traveled so far? The school consisted of a large golden tower with a golden bricked castle of sorts beneath it. smaller buildings huddled all around it. It towered above them... not imposingly... but simply like the building itself was full of pride. The raven flew off after saying, "I'll be on the top if ya need me caw!". Mina couldn't really speal all this raw magic was making her feel a little light headed. the doors of the school then opened themselves. the inside seemed just as immaculate as the outside, tall ornate trapistries and colorful paintings covered the walls. strange symbols would cover the floor. Again Mina was awestruck.... "I... I'm going to... live here?", she said in disbelief.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Izianova was carefully watching Mina as she took in the sights. "It's a lot to take in, your first time. And you're not even getting the newcomer's usual welcome! Usually they roll out the red carpet, so to speak, so the first view of the place is a magical memory, one that could never be forgotten. This is just another day, here. In fact... classes are in session. We're going to cheat a little bit, you and I. I'm supposed to be teaching Alchemy to fourth years, and I'm going to throw you right on into it. Again... real tour later. For now... just watch, and listen, and learn. Oh, and most importantly... meet people. Make friends." Considering that she was a sorcerer and not a wizard, this was very important... she had people skills most wizards didn't. It was easy, if she was careful, to become the belle of the school, if she wanted to. Most of the wizards more ordinary and plain looking than her, and few had the... magnetic personality and charm she did.

Izianova opened another portal. "You'll be in a changing room. Well, my room. There are robes laid out. Get dressed, and take the mirror, it's already keyed to another right outside the classroom. Come in when you get there, and take your seat." She'd enter her own portal, leaving Mina to collect herself, and collect her new belongings. Hopefully, she'd get to visit home sometime and get any important things, and talk to anyone who might need talking to. Seeing as some of the school's teachers seemed to use portals so easily... that shouldn't be too terribly difficult.

Izianova's room would be... breathtaking. The top of the tower, it was more than a room, it was a large circle hosting gardens, an alchemy lab, a personal library, an enchanting table, and various display cases with weapons, instruments, artifacts of all kinds. There was so much clutter of expensive things that it would take days to explore it all, all in a room as big as her old house, reaching thrice as tall with bookshelves and miniature waddling golems and floating balls of light that tended to everything. There was a waterfall falling up from the center of the room, along a stone column that thrust through to the ceiling, and many butterflies of impossible, glowing persuasions around the flowers. There was a koi pond with golden and glowing fish, there was a cabinet full of green and blue glass bottles of wine, and there were some open books strewn about in large piles, hurriedly being marked and put up by the little golems... it seemed Izianova was a messy person.

 

[Reptillicus]

Mina kept feeling like she would wake up and find this all to be a dream but something told her it was all real. she would wonder about a little at first just to take a peek around. she wanted to look around more but.... Izianova was waiting. Now what did she say? there were robes laid out for her and..... to use the mirror? She would hurry up and change into her new robes, maroon red with gold embroidering. it was quite comfortable really and quite spacious enough room for her hefty chest even. it didn't clash with her tanned skin or yellow eyes either. She then starred at the mirror unsure of how to proceed, her reflection looking confused back at her. but then a smile passed over the reflections face and ot warmly beckoned her towards the mirror while nodding. Mina would stare in shock for a few seconds then meekly reach out to touch the mirror. it felt like touching a cool wet surface and her hand caused ripples and sank in. After holding it there for a second she then decided to push herself all the way through.

she stepped out the other side right next to a dark oak door with a lion's head upon it holding the handle. after glancing around the golden hall she gingerly opened the door. inside there were flames floating around the ceiling giving off plenty of warm natural feeling light. Many student wizards could be seen sitting at wide desks with all manor of alchemical equipment. little vails tubes and magical burners. Around the wall were lists of ingredients and shelves with slightly.... worrying... looking things floating inside them. A grand blackboard with an ornate frame would stand behind the teacher's desk with chalk floating and writing down todays formulas and other facts about certain ingredients and spells helpful for such mixtures. Izianova's chair was quite lavish while compared to those of the students being of gold with soft velvety cushions. The wizard students all looked at her when she peeked in with the boys in particular seemed to look at her more. A few of the girls would chuff at her and her red robe, it identified her as a sorceress as opposed to the blue robes of the wizards. she blush at all this attention and tried to find a seat more to herself, not used to all this attention. their were faint whispers about her but she tried not to listen.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Izianova had been one of the original supporters of the robe color variations, distinguishing sorcerers and wizards. Back then, it'd been thought by some to be an attempt at segregation. Many of the old, old teacher's staff, (back then the average age of teacher's was in their more wrinkly centuries), were big fans of the color swap. It helped them to identify students that needed a drastically different teaching approach... or no teaching at all, as some of them thought. Magic came naturally to sorcerers... they cast spells on instinct that wizards cast through study and practice. Many were the jealous magi who thought that sorcery was an easy birthright to the power they worked so hard to achieve, but Izianova started correcting such misconceptions herself. For those with magic in their blood the way sorcerers had it, yes, magic simply 'came' to them, with some experience. They didn't have to pour over tomes and manuscripts and scrolls for years to learn their spells. This easy path was one inwhich versatility was lost in a breathtaking scope... sorcerers only learned a fraction of the magic wizards learned, generally. Their innate abilities were difficult to apply over a vast repertoire of knowledge... where a wizard drew magic from their collective knowledge, a sorcerer drew it from thin air... but only in limited ways. These limitations varied, and to some extent, could be expanded on with study and practice... in the case of true prodigies, the learning of a wizard and the innate capabilities of a sorcerer could be combined into something beyond either.

To Izianova's eye, Mina possessed such a profound capability. Most sorcerers might be intelligent, but few possessed the raw intellect and ambition necessary for a wizard to flourish. Izianova was one such... quirky, as sorcerers tended to be, but also profoundly intelligent, and expanding her sorcery with study and hard work. To some extent, anyway... Izianova possessed a greater breadth of magical power than a normal sorcerer, but still didn't near the versatility of a wizard. However, few wizards could come close to the sheer enormity of her power, or her ability to repeat great magical feats... she drew on narrower, but also far deeper reservoirs than a wizard.

The students in their alchemy class, for the most part, continued without being majorly distracted by the new addition to their ranks. Some looked almost startled... it didn't seem to be often that a new student joined halfway through courses. Mina was placed not in front of an alembic as many other students were, but with a tome, a mortar and pestle, and parchment with quill and ink for notes. Izianova would move to her side, and guide her to a seat, as low murmuring occurred among students, either about their studies, or gossip about Mina.

"Here, sit. This isn't something we can simply catch you up on, so you're going to work on a few fundamentals for now. You and I will have private sessions for catch up later, for now, familiarization with core material and key concepts will suffice." She bent down over Mina's shoulder, heavy breasts in an open top hanging perilously close to her shoulder, and within easy viewing. Izianova likely kept her fancy robes neckline low cut apurpose, to reward students for catching her better attentions. She opened to an early page in the tome on alchemical properties of flora and fauna, and pointed at a section. "Here you can start with some of the more common practically used plants, and get used to the categorization of alchemical properties. Familiarize yourself with these plants, and take samples as needed from the front desk to grind and mix them. You'll want to practice with the mortar and pestle... we always need dried herbs, and your grinding technique will be... very important." She punctuated her words with a lean in that pressed a heavy breast to Mina's shoulder, as she casually flipped a page, showing her a few more guiding tips for digesting the information more easily. There was a sensation, then, in Mina... a heating of the body, a reaction, that was more than a little excitement or nerves. Something was amping up her sensitivity, and her libido, though she might not know it. Then, with some direction given to Mina, she'd head around the class, aiding others in a minimalist but mostly professional fashion, before reaching her desk once more. She'd sit, leaning forward over her desk in a fashion that let one's eyes travel a ways down that low cut neckline, reading over student dissertations, and Mina would feel a tickle in her throat, that would turn into a sneeze... a sneeze that would stop time.

 

[Reptillicus]

Mina was unused to such hands on attention, she would sit at Izzy's instruction. She hoped everyone didn't think ill of her, just showing up out of nowhere and getting the teachers direct attention like this. she was already blushing when those hefty boobs in that low cut top came hanging there, one pressing into her shoulder only made her blush darken. But not only that..... she could swear her body began to feel... hot and she shifting in her seat as her nipples grew hard in her robe, thankfully unseen do to the thickness of the cloth. At least she felt comfortable with the assignment that she was given, she was good with her hands she would regularly grind up powder needed for her sculptures and clay made things. She did find alchemy to be an interesting subject it was something that even non magical people could do. However wizards (and sorcerers by extension) could make extremely potent mixtures with the use of magic on top of the magical ingredients. however she found it hard to concentrate on the pages with those boobies so big and so soft pressed against her. That being said Izainova's tips did help in the end, the wording of the tome was a tad on the more "fancy" side, she felt she got the basic grasp well enough. In fact it sounded a whole heck of a lot like cooking but with weirder things and extra steps.

She set to work grinding as Izzy left to tend to the other students, hoping she didn't seem dumb to all the others while they did all there complicated work and here she was grinding... she tried to push that out of her mind. But as she did so she realized the "hotness" hadn't left her she inexplicably found her mind wandering back to the sight of the big sawying boobies held high and frim in those low cut robes. she gulped as her blush grew and wiped her forehead with began to sweat. her eyes were drawn back to her new teacher, her eyes slowly trailing down back to her chest... and the sneeze happened. "Oh gosh excuse me! must be the powder.... um....", she said in apology, but then immediately noticed that something was... wrong... Everything had stopped! The class was dead silent no one moved she jerk out of her seat as it fell backwards a little but then stopped before hitting the floor just floating there. Mina was feeling a sense of panic as she looked around the room wide eyed. "Wh-what...? Time.... time has stopped?", she said blinking. she would look back to Izainova still sitting there in that somewhat provocative presenting manner. She felt the heat again.... her eye blotting back to those boobs again! she looking away ashamed at herself for ogling her teacher like this. she wasn't sure what to do..... maybe she could help her get out out of this....?

She made her way meekly over to Izzy poked her shoulder gently as her eyes kept betraying her and going back to her hefty chest. "Um... Um.... um M-Ms.Izianova? M-Ms.Izianova?", she said meekly as she tried to shake her gently. she looked around again nothing... time was still stuck. Oh dear oh dear! what was she to do! she was afraid she might be stuck like this forever! she needed her teacher! she looked back just in time to see her hand witch was holding Izzy's shoulder had slid down to one of those.... heavy.... soft.... breasts. She squeaked but did remove her hand she felt a burning in her loins telling her to do more! she bit her lip and gave the breast a gentle squeeze.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Time stop... a classic hazing tool, especially useful for sorcerers, who'd just experienced unexplained magical phenomena linked to the most minor of their actions. Mina fell for it, hook, line, and sinker... she was aroused by the little cantrip Izianova placed upon her, and a little mundane stimulation... and she came to Izianova for answers and ended up fondling her breast. When she started squeezing, Izianova stopped being frozen, her lavender eyes sliding towards Mina with a sly smile. "Oh, is that your poison, young Mina?" Izianova would stand before her, watching her with that same sly smile, waiting to hear what she had to say.

 

[Reptillicus]

Mina gave a start as Izzy started moving again even as everything else had stopped. she quickly pulled her hand away, her face burning with blush as she tried too stammer out a response. while it was a slight relief that her teacher could move in this timeless state, ir was way more embarrassing to be caught doing something so lewd to a teacher and the archmage no less! "I-I'm sorry i-it was an accident!", she squeaked her hands up in front of her. but even as she said that her eyes would glance down a few time at that oh so enticing cleavage.... she wasn't quite sure what she meant by that being "her poison". she wasn't sure what she expected she hopped she wasn't in trouble.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Izianova laughed after Mina stammered out her excuse. "Ah, dear Mina. I had you pegged for one to practice the sexual arts. It requires... a certain slavery to ones passions. One who is beholden to their hedonist whims will do better practicing these arts than one who has complete self control. It is a bit of a hole, though... a tit for tat trade that requires you to measure your surrender. Give it everything, and you will gain great power... but might lose your mind in enslavement to your desires. Much like many dark arts, or dealing with infernal beings. Any who, it is time for a little... punishment game. This will help you see just how far you can go with this power." She waved a hand, and Mina's robes would part, and lift... exposing her lower half. Izianova wiggled a finger in front of her, and held up a small, dainty cup. "There we are... try to contain yourself throughout the rest of class. I'll be... enjoying you while you study your alchemy. Good luck, Mina."

Mina would be given a moment to put herself back in order, and sent to her desk again, before the world would properly resume around her, the class going on as if nothing had happened. Izianova didn't let her sit and ponder for long though, before she'd feel something press against her womanhood... and Izianova would be there, seemingly sipping from a small teacup. But while her mouth was on the teacup, Mina would feel that mouth on her... sucking, kissing, licking, probing with her tongue! After a few moments of such teasing, Izianova would lower the cup... into her lap. And Mina would feel something big and hot pressing against her womanhood... and sliding right on in, inch by sodden inch. Izianova didn't seem unnerved in the least, holding her composure as though nothing had happened, as she fed a girthy cock into Mina from across the room, stretching her womanhood.

 

[Reptillicus]

Mina would blink at her not sure if she was hearing this right, sexual arts!? Wait what!? Her blush continued to burn brightly as izzy explained, hearing things like "hedonist whims" and "enslavement to your desires" made her being to sweat. however that was nothing compared to having Izianova lift up and part her robe to look right at her pussy! chocolate and dark on the outer lips but nice and pink on the inside. there was a hint of moistness to it and it's lips were slightly parted. she squealed and put her hands over it. she didn't know what she meant by punishment game or what the cup was for but she could feel something was afoot here, her innate magical field was being touched somehow.

After her robe went back down and she was sent back to her seat Izzy's words would echo in her head. what was she gonna do? how was she going to enjoy her as she studied? For just a short while it seemed like everything would just continue once time itself would resume, everyone just kept up their studies, mixing and heating things along with everything else. Mina would go back to grinding up some herbs glad no one had seen her butt or pussy. but suddenly she would feel something down below.... looking up she would see Izzy sipping from her cup only to feel a tongue at her nethers! Her eyes would widen and she would gasp a tiny gasp. there would be kissing, licking, sucking, and even a tongue going inside. a few students would look back at Mina as she squirmed in her seat. She had to think of an excuse and fast lest they think she's weird! "U-U-Uh! S-Sorry.... just it's a strong s-s-s-smell.... i'll get over it!", she squeaked in a tiny voice. it took her a second to realize it but she could tell what was going on, somehow, her pussy and the cup were now linked! then.... it happened.... Izzy moved the cup down and in the next moment a large penis pressed against her entrance and then slid itself inside at an achingly slow pace! she would have screamed out in shock (and pure arousal) if her hand hadn't shot to to her mouth in time to cover it as her eye watered and she "mmm'd!" into her hand, her legs shook as her pussy began to drip with wetness. she was being penetrated right here in class! in front of everyone and no one knew! somehow this fact alone made it ever worse! she shuttered and shook and tried desperately to stay quiet. she tried to look pleadingly at her teacher.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Izianova hummed softly to herself as she silently rammed Mina. One wouldn't think she was up to anything, watching from her end. It was... much harder to keep your composure when you were the one being stuffed, though. Izianova might be using Mina like a sex toy without a thought to the difficulty of her having to sit in public... or, perhaps, with just that in mind... but Mina had to deal with being fucked deep and slow while sitting in the middle of class. When Mina looked to the teacher for help, Izianova merely smiled back at her, and waved a few fingers at her. If it was too much, she could ask to be excused to the restroom, surely... but Izianova wasn't offering any easy outs, here.

Of course, nothing in life was easy. A somewhat pudgy but very approachable boy with brown hair and green eyes approached Mina, asking very politely if she was alright, and if she needed any help with the material. He mentioned that he'd been a gardener before coming to the academy, so he was probably the most well versed in the basics of alchemy in the class, Izianova herself excluded, of course. He even introduced himself as Chunk, a somewhat less than endearing nickname that he'd eventually settled with because it'd spread so quickly.

 

[Reptillicus]

Inside Mina was in full panic mode as pleasure and lust washed across her mind. What would she do now!? This boy might figure out what was going on if she wasn't careful! She was sweating and squirming in her seat. This boy Chunk.... interesting name.... seemed like a decent sort at least, very polite for sure. she struggled to think of something tom say, her mind searching for a good excuse for the way she was acting. "I-I'm ok.... just uh... just uh.... well, I'm not used to being around so many..... people.", she tried to mention quietly even as Izzy's thick cock rubbed her insides in juuuust the right way. "I-I-I think i'm unders-s-standing it ok! E-Even if its a bit wordy!", she said in a tiny voice pulling on all her reserves of will power to now moan in pleasure. it was agonizingly lusty!

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Chunk twiddled his thumbs, unsure of why precisely Mina was acting so very oddly. He wasn't sure if she was ill... "Uh, yes, well. Not my favorite writer, really. He does tend to ramble. His information is concise, though. Here..." He'd start showing her useful mnemonic devices for categorizing and memorizing plants and their alchemical properties, though it was hard to say if Mina could really benefit from his efforts at the time.

Meanwhile, Izianova was still reclining at her desk, with a superbly relaxed, and smug expression, slowly lowering and raising that teacup. One had to wonder if this pleasure nightmare had an end to it!