Summoner Summer Camp ch. 4-10 (Patreon)

 Chapter 4

The morning I was due to depart for Summer Camp, I woke to discover a tiny weight against my chest. Opening my eyes, I was rewarded by the diminutive, but quite attractive, form of Wimbledip Honeybunches sitting atop my pecs. She had her legs splayed out and the lace hem of her dress crept up just enough to hint at bright yellow panties.

Blinking a few times, I said, “Uh, hello?”

She waved at me, entirely unaware or uncaring that she was borderline flashing me. “Hello humie! I volunteered to help you get to camp. Are you ready to go?”

“You volunteered?”

“Mhm. Sure did. We got along super well when we met, so I figured why not come back? Once you’re busy with school stuff, I doubt we’ll have much of a chance to talk.”

I didn’t quite know how to interpret her explanation. The tiny woman’s behavior struck me as unusual for a professional messenger. Was the ground sprite actually flirting with me, or was this simply her way of avoiding some other assignment she’d prefer not to handle? Either way, I didn’t mind the thought of having the adorably sexy little woman around.

“Do you mind? I need to get dressed.”

“I don’t mind at all.” She gave me a little wink and rolled to her feet in a sort of cat-stretching motion, then walked off my chest.

“I don’t sleep with any clothes on.”

“Mhm. I couldn’t help but notice. Don’t mind me. I won’t peek, promise.” She giggled in a tone that clearly read as, I’m totally and completely lying right now.

Despite my relatively solitary past, I was not a shy person. With her off my chest, I climbed out of bed and made my way to the clothes I’d set out the previous night. As I dressed, I was all-too aware of the fact that she was looking at me. Once I had my pants on, I turned to see her entire face was a bright pink blush.

Smirking, I finished pulling a collared polo shirt on, tucked it into my khaki pants, then grabbed the backpack I’d packed. Fortunately, the magical kit she’d delivered five weeks ago was supposed to meet me there somehow. I didn’t know how that was going to work, but I figured I’d find out soon enough. “Where to?”

“There’s a taxi waiting outside. It’ll take us to the bus station.”

“Bus station?”

“Yup. We have a magical bus that comes around for the students.”

“Huh. Okay.”

“Why? Did you expect something else? A helicopter, or train or another mode of transport?”

I shook my head. “I’m pretty open minded at this point. I certainly didn’t think a magic school bus would be on the docket, though.”

She waved me over and gestured for me to hold my hand out. When I did, she took a running leap, then did a little somersault up my arm. It was impressively acrobatic. Planting on her feet, she climbed my arm and straddled my shoulder.

I tried to give her an accusatory look. Her position made that difficult. “Was all that necessary?”

“Necessary? No. But fun, yes.” Taking a deep breath, she shuddered, adding, “Humie, you smell so good. Part of me is jealous I can’t go back to school. You know, they invited me to teach a summer class if I wanted? There’s all sorts of magic my people know that’s pretty rare.” She made a gentle hmm sound. “Maybe I’ll consider it. Next year.”

Part of me wanted to indulge my curiosity and find out more about the sprite, particularly what she found so appealing, but I held off. At this rate, I’d never get to the camp, much less start the real work of coming out as the top of my class.

With her making small talk at me, I made my way through the house, luggage in either hand. Dad was asleep on the couch, his blanket having fallen to the floor. Pausing, I took in the old man, seeing all the wear and tear he’d gained over the past few years. He was doing much better these days, but there was still a sadness about him, a weight that I found difficult to identify with.

Lowering my backpack, I walked over and pulled the blanket back up, careful not to wake him. As the thick wool settled across his chest, he snorted and rolled over, putting his back to the door.

I left the house, suddenly less worried about my scholastic performance than whether he’d be able to keep himself together without me there. The plain yellow taxi was outside, next to the brick of the curb as promised. When I moved to the rear, the driver popped the trunk.

Once we were in the back seat, I realized the driver wasn’t human. He had big, broad shoulders, and a slouch hat that mostly concealed a pair of horns and curly hair. Thinking back to my textbooks, many of which casually mentioned fantasy species in the same way Earth books might have mentioned people of different ethnicities, I guessed the guy was likely a satyr.

“Humie, if you’d like, I can check on him,” Wimbledip said against my ear. She brushed my cheek with a tiny hand. “Your father, I mean. He’s family. It’s allowed. If you’d like, that is.”

“Why?”

“You put the blanket on him. I got the feeling he means a lot to you.”

I considered the offer as the car pulled down the street. The driver merged with traffic with the smooth, polished practice of an expert, then accelerated to a speed that terrestrial law enforcement would have labeled a definite crime. All the practice I’d accumulated with both brooms over the past few weeks proved invaluable now. My stomach had already grown accustomed to the unique sensation of magical acceleration, preventing the nausea that might have otherwise ruined this moment.

“That would be good,” I said once we were on the freeway, dodging traffic in a manner that defied physics. “He’s been self-isolating a lot since mom passed.”

“Oh. I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

The sprite’s mood dampened from over-the-top flirty to compassionate for the rest of the trip, which lasted all of five minutes.

Our destination was a bright blue bus idling at the station just outside city limits. It had a sign with the word ‘Thistlewick’ stenciled on the side.

I collected my backpack and made my way to the bus. As I approached, I noticed that none of the other people nearby appeared to react to the bus being there. One or two glanced at me, but that stopped once I was within about ten feet of my destination.

Wimbledip kept me company, remaining quietly on my shoulder as I climbed aboard. The bus driver was a grizzled old woman with a nametag that read, “Falerie Drizzle.” She looked just shy of being so ancient she couldn’t have been human. I didn’t ask what she was. She took one look at me and the sprite, then pulled the lever to close the doors.

There was no one else on the bus, leaving me my choice of comfortable, cushioned seats. I put my backpack in an overhead compartment, then sat. Wimbledip finally came down from her self-appointed perch, rearranging herself on my thigh.

“Why isn’t there anyone else?” I asked, deciding to take advantage of her presence.

“This is a humie-only bus. There might be others at the Camp, but I wouldn’t bet on it. Regular semester students don’t usually take remedial classes unless they have to. Plus, there’s the shortage issue.”

“Shortage issue?”

“Mhm. Humies with magic are getting rarer and rarer every year. I don’t think there were any new ones last year,” she said somberly. “I blame social media, but who knows? There’s all sorts of serious people debating it.”

Having zero interest in debating social media’s impact on magical humans, I deliberately steered our conversation elsewhere. That particular rabbit hole could wait for another day. “What can you tell me about the Camp? Do you have a map, or insights into the professors or the classes?”

“Oh yes! I can absolutely help with all of that.” Reaching into a pocket so small it might have been microscopic, she unfolded a sheet of parchment. It eventually expanded into a glossy, flat, poster-sized surface depicting a map of the school grounds. Next to the map appeared a list of names, along with the classes associated with them.

“There’ll be a more detailed map on the bulletin board outside the camp when you arrive. You’ll be staying at the Camp, obviously,” the sprite explained, pointing. “The grounds there will have everything you need for practice, study, and whatnot. You’ll have orientation, and then there will be the Summer Commencement which goes over all the details. After that, you’ll have three days to explore and prepare for your entrance exam, or explore if you want.”

“And then what?” I asked.

“Then you’ll begin classes based on your scores, as simple as that.”

“So until exam day, we just kind of chill and prepare?”

“Summer Camp is more relaxed, remember?”

“Ah. Yeah. Got it. Are the Summer Dorms separated by gender?”

She gave me a playful wink, shaking her head. “Not at all. The school is only for adults. Since our students are magical, most have all sorts of romance and breeding limitations. Hell, the majority are virgins. Fraternization isn’t even in any of the policies.”

“Romance and breeding limitations?”

“Mhm. Most species only want to mate with others of the same, or a comparable species, and with the birth rate problem, well...let’s just say it’s rare for two or three of the same species to end up in classes with each other these days. It’s sad, really.”

Intrigued, but also a little taken aback, I decided not to press for further details.

Wimbledip went on anyway, saying, “Years ago, the Dark Lady came up with some proposed solutions for our breeding problems, but that didn’t go over well at all. We don’t speak of it, just so you know.”

I blinked. “Huh? Dark Lady?”

“Shhh! We don’t speak of it.”

“‘Kay, but you brought her up,” I protested, only for her to wave it away.

“We really should move on.” She pointed at the list of names. “These will be your instructors. It’s a truncated list, since it’s just for summer classes. The semester will be broken up, with some basic classes offered in the first half and more advanced ones in the second. You’ll also have a chance to test out of classes if you’ve got the basics down. That could give you more free time for studying or,” she winked at me lasciviously, “other pursuits.”

Ignoring the wink, I focused on the advantages of getting ahead using those skip tests. “That should make things a lot easier.”

“That it would.”

I looked out the window, noticing for the first time that we’d gone from driving down the roads to soaring through the sky. It was a novel experience, particularly given that I hadn’t even noticed our take off. As I swept the horizon, I noted that we were moving fast, as in superjet speeds. It was exhilarating, making my palms tingle for the comfort of my broom and my newly developed flying skills.

The flight was uneventful, with my tiny companion helpfully answering my questions in great detail. She appeared all too happy to help me align classes and study times and even pointed out locations near the Camp that had special features that could become useful if I felt inclined to explore.

“The campus is littered with magical nooks,” she elaborated when I asked. “There’s a few different types of mazes, an underwater observatory you can only reach if you have specific spells prepared, and groves for druids and dryads, and well...a ton of stuff. They may not tell you about it during the summer session, either, so you’ll need to go explore on your own. Oh! Here. Let me mark a few for you. They’ll be perfect, especially if you find a cutie or two you want to take with you.”

With another playful wink, she conjured a quill pen and did just that.

Finally, the bus began its descent through the clouds and I had my first real view of where I’d be spending the next few months.

Chapter 5

Information was king, so rather than bother with having a look around just yet, I found the bulletin board Wimbledip mentioned and made a beeline toward it once she was gone. All around me I could hear the cheers and laughter of chatting and giggling women, which definitely held a certain appeal, but I wasn’t here specifically to get laid. Besides, if I was the only male in the summoner division of the camp, well, I would have my opportunities.

The billboard stuck out of the ground on two rustic, lacquered wooden posts, corkboard plastered against an old oak slab staring me in the face. On its surface was pinned a great many useful flyers, a calendar, schedules for each division of the camp, and more.

I found the Summoner Division section on the schedule, which contained precisely the information I needed. It was a repeat of the ground sprite’s lecture on the bus, with a few extra details about meals.

“Hrm. Quality infodumps are hard to come by these days,” I mused, pleasantly surprised with the seemingly airheaded woman’s thoroughness.

Turning to a small poster next to the calendar, I saw a notice related to cabin assignments. Taking that in, I craned my head to look around the tall sign and found ten cabins laid out around a massive fire pit surrounded by color-coded picnic tables. There were two that were painted red, two that were white, two that were black, two that were green, and two that were blue. My robes were blue, and my cabin, numbered 7, was also blue, so I quickly concluded that the colors corresponded to the area of focus that the Wizard or Witch in question had at Thistlewick.

I found a small sheet on the board that confirmed my assumption quickly enough, among other details. Green was for elementalists. Black was for those focusing on Dark Arts. Blue was for summoning magic, of course. Red was for healing and blessing magic. White was an umbrella group for remedial students of any of the other less common disciplines, of which there were many.

I committed it to memory and, satisfied, adjusted the way my backpack sat on my back and made my way over to my cabin.

Looking around on my walk there, the scenery was indeed impressive. There was a massive, crystal-clear blue lake that would have been at home on any Netflix Documentary named “Earth” or “Gaia” or some variant thereof. The entire valley was surrounded by bluffs and verdant mountains, with of course the medieval edifice that was Thistlewick looming atop one of the most impressive peaks.

Well-maintained dirt paths that had to be managed with magic led to and from the camp, and signs placed carefully at every fork and turn pointed toward other sites of interest—the archery range, the swimming lake, the sweat lodge, the outdoor amphitheater, a farm, and even a Foreboding Forest. It was the full summer camp experience, that’s for sure.

When I arrived at the door to my cabin, I opted to knock on it just in case. When there was no reply, I turned the knob and pushed the door open, stepping inside.

The single-bedroom cabin was laid out in a pentagonal shape. Five beds were arranged, with one on each wall and one at the perfect center of the room. The cabin’s interior was more spacious than expected, with polished wood floors that gleamed in the afternoon light streaming through the windows. 

At the foot of each bed was a private storage trunk. The trunk at the center of the room bore my name in gold leaf lettering, so I approached that one, knelt, and opened it up.

To my surprise, all my books, brooms, and everything else the school had provided me were already in the chest waiting for me. Well, surprise wasn’t quite the word—I had been warned a few days before that this would be the case in a follow-up letter, but it still was a bit jarring to see it all here after leaving it all in my room when I departed. There was no room inside for my casual clothes, however, so I just closed the lid of the trunk and rested my backpack on top.

The only magical item I kept on my person for now was my wand, which I kept strapped to my arm under my sleeve. I practiced the magic-propelled flick motion that summoned it out of my shirt - a trick I developed on my own - and lay flat on my back on my bed, mulling things over in my mind.

Today the only events were orientation and the Opening Ceremony. That was going to be crucial. I had to assume it would include information about rules, classes, teachers, and protocols that weren’t present in any documentation. Until then, I had time to kill. I could wait to meet and greet my roommates, getting that out of the way, or I could fuck off and practice my magic somewhere private.

When the door creaked open, and I heard a sighing female voice, I understood that time and fate had made the decision for me. I slowly sat up as the newcomer wandered into the room, initially oblivious to my presence.

“Let’s see here,” she said in what was a brutally cute lisp in a very high voice. “I guess I’m over—”

“Hi,” I said, waving my hand.

The young woman’s head whipped to face me, her green eyes wide with shock. As I processed her appearance, it was quickly my turn to react in shock.

Atop her head were a couple items of interest. First, there was a pair of brown bunny ears that stood up straight as a statue at the sight of me. Even more unusual was a pair of small deer antlers.

“A jackalope?” I grunted in disbelief.

“The humie dude?!” she gasped. “Oh my prairie gods! I heard rumors about a mysterious new boy, but I thought they were talking about a first-year! So lucky!” Again, that lisp was there, and I almost chuckled at the adorable sound of it.

I rose to my feet, instantly aware of the height disparity between us. I was six foot four, pretty tall if not weirdly tall, but she was at best four foot ten. The girl was petite but fit, and attractive to an almost suspicious degree—the kind of ‘good-looking’ that generates money just by being pretty, with supermodel features softened by girl-next-door sensibilities. Trying not to acknowledge the height difference impolitely, I extended a hand in greeting. She looked at it with interest, then shook her head.

“No offense, humie boy, but I don’t know where you’ve been,” she pointed out. “You’re the first new human male I’ve seen in the summoner program in...ever. Who knows what you did to get here.”

I withdrew my hand and nodded, smirking. “Fair enough, I guess. I actually was kind of invited out of nowhere. My name’s Reggie.”

“Uh–oh, okay.” When I retracted my hand, she appeared disappointed for a second. She studied me with a look that went out of its way to be casual, but her foot was tapping the ground at a rate of at least ten times per second, and I could tell she was checking me out more than sizing me up. Her wavy brownish-blonde hair caught the light as it hung past her shoulders, glistening from a modest sheen of sweat in the summer heat.

Following the strands of hair, I couldn’t help but note her lack of a bra beneath her midriff-baring green polo. The painted-on khaki shorts, complete with an award-winning thigh gap captured my attention for a solid second longer than was probably polite.

Totally oblivious, or uncaring, of my checking her out, she said, “Hrm. Interesting. So if you were just invited, then you’re way behind in the curriculum. You’ll need help. You’ll need a good friend on your side!”

“Actually, that’s technically true, but—”

She punched one fist into the opposite palm as her bunny ears twitched with excitement. “Perfect! I’ll be your big sister here! I’ll help you with your homework and teach you everything you need to know so that you’ll be ready to start as a first year once the semester begins!”

“Actually, I’m hoping to pass—”

“Hmmm... But you’re so much more ginormous than me. I guess I’ll call you Big Brother, or it’ll feel weird. But even little sisters can take care of their Big Brothers! It’s our nurturing way as women!”

I blinked. “To be totally transparent, I—”

“Alright, Big Bro! Let me unpack, and I’ll teach you the basics of summoning! I’m something of a gifted summoner myself, you know,” she said, and a finger touched the bridge of her nose smugly as though she was adjusting phantom spectacles.

To this, I sighed. “Sure.” Truth be told, it wasn’t a bad idea, playing along for now. I did want to see what other summoners were capable of, after all. “Uh...what was your name?”

She blinked at me, accidentally batting her eyelashes in a blisteringly cute way. I was a disciplined man, but if she made a habit out of doing that, she might wear me down eventually. “I’m Tizzy, but you can just call me Little Sis, Big Bro.”

“I’d rather—”

As she anticipated my refusal, her eyes welled up with comically globby tears.

“Little Sis it is,” I muttered. “By all means, unpack.”

She wiped her eyes and nodded, smugly smirking once more at me before turning toward her bed. “Yep. This is the one. Tizmira Cottontail.”

Cottontail was right. As she turned, I noticed she had a fluffy brown tail of exactly that type above her pert bottom, sticking out through a specially designed hole in the top of her deliciously tight shorts. The sight was undeniably adorable.

Additionally, her legs below the knee gradually transitioned into furry rabbit feet. On a human woman, it might have been a dealbreaker. Tizzy was just too damn cute to care. If anything, the feet only enhanced her appeal.

“So...what exactly are you?”

“I’m a jackalope, plain and simple,” she said, sounding a bit annoyed to be talking about her race. “This is just my humanoid form. Most magical beasts blessed by the gods with human-level intelligence have one these days.”

That was interesting. “Do you spend much time in your...other form?”

She didn’t look at me as she bent over, trying to cram her backpack inside of her trunk, but it wasn’t going to fit. I didn’t mention that obvious fact to her—partly because I was too appreciative of the view, and partly because watching her determined little huffs and wiggles was unexpectedly entertaining. “I hardly ever use it anymore,” she admitted after a sigh. “It doesn’t make sense to spend time in it on school grounds, and I’m mostly here now.”

That sounded fair. “So,” I muttered. “This is one of two summoner cabins. I couldn’t help but notice there isn’t much privacy.”

This time she did look over at me, smirking. “Privacy wards over the beds will give you a place to change or flick your bean without being seen, don’t worry.”

“Flick my bean? You mean jerk off?” I asked, arching a brow, desperately hoping I wasn’t misreading her idiomatic expression and didn’t just say something very stupid.

Her eyes opened wide. “Oh, whoa! You have a penis!” Something about her lisping that out almost broke me.

I laughed awkwardly, disbelieving that we’d already entered this kind of conversation two minutes into meeting each other. “Guilty as charged.” I shrugged, rolling my shoulders, at this point just waiting for her.

“Can I see it, Big Bro?!” she gasped. “I never saw one in real life! Just cave drawings in my warren back home, mostly!” Her hands folded together as though she were praying to me, her long lashes batting with her green eyes.

“Uh—not on day one, alright?” I grunted. Honestly, it seemed pretty bizarre that she relied on cave drawings for sex ed when she talked almost exactly like a human chick from back home and had a similar person and fashion sense to boot. But plot contrivances are what they are, I suppose.

Her eyes welled up with massive tears almost instantly. “I just wanna see it! I won’t touch it or nothin’, Big Brother, I swear!”

“Tell you what,” I muttered, “We can talk about that kind of thing after we get to know each other. Anyway, I’m actually really curious to see what another Summoner can do, so let’s start there.”

Her wide eyes narrowed, and after she wiped her eyes on her forearm, she nodded, sniffling a few times. The way her nose twitched when she sniffled was ridiculously cute—I was pretty sure that level of cuteness should have been illegal. “Alright. You win, you bully.”

“How am I a bully for not showing you my dong?” I muttered, trying to follow the thread of her logic.

“Come on, let’s go,” she huffed, spinning on her padded bunny heel and walking straight out the door.

I followed behind her without delay, whipping my wand into my hand preemptively, swishing it around in practice flicks. I watched as colored sparks emerged from the tip, signifying that I was making perfect gestures. It was good to practice whenever I could, even during in-between moments this way. As we walked, I noticed the natural bounce in her step that made her cottontail wiggle in an unconsciously hypnotic rhythm. “Where are we going, exactly?”

She looked back at me, arching a thin brow as she noticed me fiddling with my wand, probably a bit surprised that I was so practiced with all the basic gesturework. “There’s a clearing on the left side of the path between here and the archery range.”

“You’ve been to summer camp before?” I asked.

She nodded. “We had bigger storage trunks last year,” she grumbled with a punctuating pout.

“Isn’t summer camp for remedial students, though? As in, a little behind?” I instantly wished I’d been a bit more delicate with my phrasing when she whipped her head back toward me so violently that physics made her bunny ears briefly flop into her face. Tears instantly formed in her eyes for the third time in the last ten minutes at best. “Big Bro! How could you?!”

“Sorry,” I muttered. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just—”

“For your information,” she said, sniffling, “I do fine with my Summoning magic. It’s...all the other stuff I suck at.”

“Well, maybe I can help you,” I offered, forcing a smile. Shit. Why did I suggest that? I did not want to get stuck tutoring the deer-bunny in all my free time and watching her constantly break into waterworks.

“How could you help me? You’re a brand-new student,” she pointed out.

I shrugged, deciding to take this as an easy out for now. “You’re right. I probably couldn’t manage to be of much use.”

“But we can study together!” she suggested, clapping her hands. “Maybe I’ll benefit from the ‘tutor effect’ if I teach you what I know!”

“That won’t be necessary,” I sighed, but when her lip started to tremble I immediately corrected course, “but we’ll see.”

We reached the clearing she had in mind just a couple minutes later, and it was a pretty good, wide-open spot for something such as a wizard duel or some benign practice. I flipped my wand between my fingers absently as I waited on her, watching with amusement and a bit of male interest as she did some stretches and shoulder rolls to warm up.

“What are you going to summon?” I asked. It was admittedly a stupid question that could instead be answered by some basic patience, but I wanted to make sure I knew what I was seeing.

“I’ll just start with something simple and harmless,” she said. “A thunder pigeon!”

I watched as she kicked out a simple pattern in the ground. It wasn’t necessary for a proper summoning, but inscribing some keywords in Magical Latin did make a called beast more likely to stay grounded and loyal to the user for the duration of its summoning.

I observed with open interest as she performed a few finger gestures with her off hand and swished her wand with her right hand. Once she was done, she uttered the standard thunder pigeon incantation: “Fulgo columbae, veni!”

With a crack, a bolt of lightning shot from her wand, and a small explosion struck the earth at her feet. When the dust settled, a little yellow pigeon with a lightning bolt shaped crest atop its head stood there, cooing softly.

“Cute!” she squealed, her knees buckling inward as she pressed one hand adoringly to her cheek. “I love thunder pigeons so much!”

“Very nice,” I said, clapping my hands, and I meant it. For a minute there I wondered if she was just overall incompetent, but when it came to summoning magic, at least, she appeared capable enough.

“Thank you!” She performed a little curtsy. “Do you want me to teach you how to summon something simple?”

I shook my head. “I already have the basics down.”

She blinked at me in plain confusion. “Hmm. But you’re new. Do you mean to suggest you learned how to summon something on your own?”

“Yeah,” I said with a slow, cautious tone, not sure how much I should give away just yet. “I can do some basic summons, for sure.”

“Oh my prairie gods, Big Bro!” she said, her voice hushed with awe, and the thunder pigeon fluttered onto her shoulder to join her enthusiastic utterance. “But I have a hard time believing that. Can you let me see?”

“Well, you showed me yours, so I guess I can show you mine,” I chuckled. I performed a very quick series of gestures with my wand and offhand, but I didn’t bother with the reinforcement inscription with my boot as she had. “Mucus textum, exaudi me!”

A stream of vapor oozed from my wand, coalescing on the ground a few feet ahead of me. When it finished taking shape, there was a very cute green slime with a happy face that looked almost drawn on with a big black marker.

“What the butt?!” she cried in surprise, her fingers wiggling on either side of her cheeks. “Big Bro, that’s amazing! A green slime on your first try?!”

I chuckled and nodded as she dismissed her thunder pigeon with a flick of her wand and stepped toward me. “Well, it’s hardly my first try, and it’s not a green slime exactly. It’s actually a—hey wait don’t pick it up!”

But it was too late. I actually hadn’t summoned the standard green slime. Instead, I’d gone with the similar looking, but far more difficult Solvent Slime. The thing couldn’t dissolve flesh, but any textiles would be subject to its properties. It was part of my repertoire because it was both relatively safe to summon and more difficult, meaning I got more benefit from practicing it.

One thing I’d never considered? This situation.

I watched with horror and, well, something else, as my new friend squeezed the chubby ball of slime to her chest. By the time she realized what was going on and I finished my explanation, it was too late.

She threw, not dropped, the slime at the ground in alarm, then looked down to assess the damage. The entire front of her top had been consumed, leaving her perky boobs fully exposed, revealing tiny, nearly skin-toned nipples.

My eyes widened in surprise and absolutely, one hundred percent, academic appreciation.

Rather than cover herself, Tizzy crossed her arms and looked at me as though she were about to scold me. “Alright, Big Bro, now you really have to show me your penis.”

Fair is fair, I guess.

Summons Entry: (Minor) Solvent Slime

Name: Solvent Slime

Incantation: “Mucus textum, exaudi me"

Rarity: Common

Summon Type: Slime Monster

Hit Points: Low

Intelligence: Low

Threat: Low

Mana Cost: Low

Difficulty to Summon: Moderate

Movement Speed (Land): Low

Movement Speed (Water): Medium

Details: This slime is a great addition to any Summoner’s playbook for practice. It is covered in an acid that’ll chew through basically anything inanimate and with low hit points/toughness. It is harmless otherwise.

Limitations: The slime is made of magic, and applications of the acid will consume the mana. It will vanish naturally over time.

Chapter 6

After thoroughly apologizing and giving her a quick look at my dick, I said goodbye to the view of her chest and conjured a piece of cloth to cover her. It was basically a makeshift shawl, and one of the least-practiced of my spells, so it barely gave her proper coverage.

Her gaze widened at the conjuration spell. Despite being less practiced, according to the books it was a third-year cantrip, which meant it was far more advanced than I had any right to be at this point.

Casting the spell meant clueing her in to just how advanced I’d already become, but she didn’t make a big deal out of it. Yet, at least. Once she was covered, we made our way back to the campground.

“Please tell me you brought a lot of t-shirts,” I said.

“Oh yeah, a few. Plus, we’ve got spells that can replicate my old one.” She hesitated. 

I was just happy that we had a workable solution.

“Listen,” Tizzy whispered suddenly. Her tone went hushed and she grabbed my hand, pulling me back.

I came to a stop and turned around to look at her, unsure of what she wanted. “What’s up?” I asked.

“It’s almost time for orientation. You’ll be meeting the other three girls in our cabin soon.”

I nodded. If they were anything along the lines of Tizzy, I was simultaneously excited and alarmed, but there was no getting around it. “Okay,” I said. “Are you going somewhere with this?”

“Most female monsters with humanoid forms, well,” she explained, “they won’t be trusting of a human male.”

I gulped. “Why’s that?”

“It’s complicated. Humans hunted most of our races to near extinction millennia ago. Things only got worse after that for us.” There was a distant look in her eye for a moment, but she shook her hair out as though she was trying to overcome some sudden exhaustion. “Anyway, you might see us as exotic monsters, but you’re the exotic monster to most of us,” she said.

“So why are you so nice to me?”

She blushed and averted her gaze a little when I called her out on that fact. “I—no reason.”

I furrowed my brow. “Is this one of those porny scenarios where you all depend on human men to procreate?”

“N-no!” she gasped, mortified. “Nothing of that sort! Well, a little of that sort. It’s just that... well... Monster men tend to stick with their own kind, and there aren’t any jackalope guys who can use magic, so I never made friends with a boy before. That’s all. But...it is true that for many of us, breeding with our own kind isn’t much of an option these days.”

I wouldn’t have believed her if not for the whole ‘not being certain what a penis is’ thing from earlier. Given her innocence and enthusiasm, I knew she was telling the truth. It sounded as though her people, well, multiple species, were in dire straits.

“Alright,” I said. “So what’s your advice?”

She narrowed her gaze and jabbed a finger into my chest. “Just stay close to me. I’ll protect you and make sure they don’t bully you.”

“Is that a risk?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow, but it was kind of a stupid question. I was pretty sure there would be more competent magic users than me here, and it wouldn’t surprise me if some of the monster ladies present at the camp were bigger and stronger than I was, too.

“Oh, it’s certainly a risk,” she assured me, grasping my hand again. I privately noted that when we first met a short while before this, she wouldn’t even shake my hand in greeting right away, and now she was finding excuses to grab it constantly. “But I’ll spook them. I’m very spooky.” She growled to punctuate her point, which made me chuckle, especially because of the way her lisp sounded with the word ‘spook’.

By the time we had gotten back to camp and changed into our uniforms, two more women were standing in front of our cabin, and a lot of other people, mostly female but definitely some male, were hanging out in front of their own. It was almost orientation time, so people were falling into line, waiting for the camp counselors to show up and get things kicked off.

I took a deep breath as I reclaimed my hand from the jackalope, preparing for the waterworks because of that choice, but to my surprise and relief, she didn’t make a scene. Instead, her focus narrowed on the other two girls, and she started to let out the least intimidating little growl in the world.

“Grrrrr,” she murmured.

“Oh! Is that Tizzy! Tizzy, over here, gal!” one of the two shouted, waving us down.

The caller looked fascinating. Her skin was a few shades lighter than milk chocolate, and she was about a head shorter than me, which put her mid-way between Tizzy and me. However, she had a thicker build than the jackalope, with wide hips that strained her low-slung jeans. Her waist was narrow, and she possessed heavy, perfectly symmetrical breasts on confident display in a black and gold striped halter top.

She had a cut that was comparable to a black French bob with bangs, but I realized after some reflection it was really more of an Egyptian style cut than anything else. The look was completed with thick black eyeliner that brought out her stunningly yellow feline eyes.

Speaking of feline features, the uniquely monstrous thing about her was the fact that she had black cat ears, rounded at the tips akin to a lion’s, and a black lion tail, too. Also, on her back was tucked a pair of black eagle wings, which appeared weirdly incongruous.

“Asenath is a lesser sphinx,” Tizzy whispered. “She starts tossing out riddles when she’s in certain moods, but she’s normally pretty cool.”

“Noted,” I muttered back, trying to move my mouth as inconspicuously as possible.

The other girl was also winged but had an entirely different vibe to her. Her wings were white and feathered and looked larger, more functional. She looked mostly human aside from that, except for the fact that, standing there in flip flops, she stood at my height already, and was very thickly muscled. Her hair looked bleached blonde at first, but the closer I got, the more I realized it was just plain white—white as chalk or snow.

“Is she an angel?” I whispered in awe, staring at the statuesque muscle mommy that was getting closer with each passing second.

“Hardly. Kasirah’s a petty valkyrie. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from them.”

I smirked. “So you keep saying.”

“Well, well, well. What have we here?” a throaty purr of a voice said as I felt the sphinx’s eyes rake me up and down. “Fresh meat.”

“On second thought, a little protection is probably fine,” I quickly amended.

Tizzy nodded at me, grunting in confirmation at my consent to her protective measures. Whatever I expected, it wasn’t what happened next.

The jackalope hopped right in front of me and T-posed, forming a sort of mini-wall or fence between me and the two other women, but her focus wasn’t entirely on them. She scanned the entire crowd of monster girls and what few men of various species there were in the general vicinity and cleared her throat.

“Oh dear God,” I muttered to myself, buttcheeks defensively clenching as I prepared my soul for epic mortification.

“Alright, everyone, listen up!” the jackalope belted. “I’ve got a human male here, and he’s my big brother, so if you wanna get to him, you’re gonna have to get through me. You can’t have him! He showed me his penis and he made a slime eat my clothes so he could see my boobs and everything, and—and... and he’s—he’s—well, his penis thing is actually this big.” She held up her right forearm and traced the length of it with the opposite index finger. “It’s very smooth and beautiful, and it’s not a vagina AT ALL!”

“What the fuck are you doing?!” I whisper-yelled, almost crying.

“I’m improvising. Gimme a sec to stick the landing,” she whispered out of the corner of her mouth. “What the butt am I even doing? It’s fatter than my darn wrist!” she continued. “It’s basically a meaty death club! That’s right, you heard me: Meaty. Death. Club. Which means none of you would want it! Got that?!”

Suddenly a huskier, more mature tone sounded out through a megaphone, mercifully putting an abrupt end to the worst fifteen seconds of my life. “Tizmira, girl, what in the name of the Netherkings are you doing?!”

A green-skinned woman with mostly elven features and flaming red hair moved thunderously toward us at breakneck speed, descending the trail that led down from the castle.

“Professor Applebottom!” Tizzy exclaimed. “I—I was just... I actually don’t know how to describe what I was just doing,” she admitted sheepishly after a long pause.

I sighed. That made two of us. I considered myself pretty impervious to humiliation or being rattled, always one to not put much stock in others’ opinions of me—but Jesus Fucking Christ, that monologue would haunt me for the rest of my life.

“Everyone, please! Forget whatever nonsense Tizmira uttered and form a single-file line in front of your cabin.”

I heeded her instructions, begrudgingly following Tizzy. I felt so shocked by what had just occurred that I didn’t even hear whatever words of greeting the Sphinx and Valkyrie said when I lined up in front of them. I just wanted to get this orientation over with and disappear under my weirdly-positioned bed, studying my books with a flashlight or something until everyone forgot about the lisping jackalope’s admittedly generous description of my dong.

“Thicker than her wrist, huh?” a sultry whisper came from behind me.

I turned back slowly and saw the Sphinx hottie staring at me with a decidedly predatory look. “Uhh. Her wrist is rather small, to be fair.”

“Yeah, well, I may look sexy and experienced, but I bet I’m a lot tighter than you think, big guy. Thicker than Tizzy’s wrist sounds just about right to me, if you catch what I’m saying.”

Thank you, Tizzy. I forgive you, I thought to myself in what might be the quickest emotional one-eighty of my life.

I extended my hand. “Name’s Reggie,” I said. “And you?”

She seized my wrist and started licking my fingers one at a time with a damn-near prehensile tongue. “Asenath, but when we’re under your sheets, you can call me whatever gets you off, baby.”

“Wow you really were serious about losing your virginity at camp this year, huh?” the valkyrie muttered from behind her.

Asenath’s golden stare flew open, and her tanned cheeks flushed a generous red. She let go of my hand and turned her whole body around. “You fucking cockblocking bitch!” she whispered.

“Cabin 7!” Professor Applebottom shouted through her megaphone once more. We all turned to look at her, and I found her hovering high over the firepit on her broom. “Are you going to be my problem cabin this year, I wonder?”

Tizzy, who had been focused on the elf teacher or camp counselor ever since she first made her presence known, quickly shouted “No ma’am!” which I promptly echoed.

“Good!” she said, though I thought I could hear something akin to amusement in her voice. “Wait a minute. Where is your fifth member?!” The four of us exchanged anxious glances and bobbed our shoulders in helpless shrugs. “Don’t know, ma’am,” I said at last, speaking for all of us.

She looked miffed to put it delicately, but when she spoke again, her voice was calmer. “Fine. I’ll have Professor Strongback give her parents a call. Now, your camp counselors are arriving presently, so let’s begin your orientation. I certainly hope you’re prepared.”

I hoped so too.

Chapter 7

Orientation began without fanfare as Professor Applebottom addressed all the camp attendees. With a swish of her wand, her voice carried easily across the gathering. Apparently the megaphone wasn’t going to cut it for an official event.

I was pleased to note that I recognized the spell. It was a simple vocal projection charm, and I felt a little like a birdwatcher spotting and identifying spells in the wild.

“Summer Camp is about giving new and returning students room to build on their skills. To some,” Professor Applebottom threw a look that was almost playful toward my new group, “it’s seen as punishment. It’s not. Our objective is to give each of you every opportunity to shine. Toward that end, we keep the Camp’s scheduling and requirements very simple.”

She made another elegant gesture with her wand. Beside her, words appeared in the air as if upon a chalkboard. The first one was, Testing.

“For those of you with specific weaknesses, we only require you to focus on those classes you’re struggling in. That means passing tests you have yet to complete during regular coursework.” She pointed toward a distant spot, maybe half a mile away from where we were gathered. “A portion of you are here to focus on Summoning skills. We request any experimentation take place in a secure zone, ideally under supervision. If you’re going to capture monsters, you should let your counselor know and allow them to help provide you guidelines about what, where, and when you do so. It isn’t mandatory per se, but it is advised.”

Tizzy raised her hand, practically bouncing with eagerness. When Professor Applebottom didn’t immediately call on her, she leaped a few feet into the air. Not taking our proximity into account, she came down against my chest, the pert firmness of her rear nearly distracting me from what came next.

“Yes, Tizzy?” Professor Applebottom called.

“What if we want to get new summons? Are we still allowed to explore the grounds?”

“Exploration is encouraged. Just make sure you observe the rule about counselor notification. The grounds are mostly safe for established students, but it may be that an escort or group mandate will apply for some areas.” Brow furrowing, she went on, “This is where I skip straight to the safety discussion. You’re all adults. You’ll be treated as such. There’s no curfew, nor will we limit what you can do or when. Provided you pass the requisite tests and attend the mandatory classes, we’ll remain hands-off. That means there may be risks for those of you with a penchant toward experimentation, Asenath.”

The girl who’d been disarmingly forward with me moments ago grumbled, “Why’s she got to pick on me? Just because I...” As soon as she saw me looking at her, she abruptly went quiet, biting her bottom lip. After a beat, she growled, “I hear human penis tastes the best,” and licked her lips.

It was the most aggressive lip-licking I’d ever seen in my life, barring maybe Looney Tunes.

The rest of orientation was extremely simple and straight-forward. It didn’t appear that anyone else was in my situation, with the majority of the students only taking one or two classes.

“I’ve got three,” Tizzy whispered to me as Professor Applebottom broke down testing criteria. “Bekkah has four. That poor girl would lose her head if she didn’t...oh, there she is!”

She pointed over my shoulder. I turned, seeing a girl with rainbow-sheen hair in pigtail buns and matching iridescent butterfly wings. She bounded toward us, her wings flapping desperately as though they might provide her with a bit of added momentum.

The fairy was around Asenath’s height but had a more delicate build, closer to Tizzy’s petite frame. Her cutoff denim shorts hugged slender hips, while her bright pink crop top revealed a toned midriff and modest curves. The iridescent quality of her wings extended to her hair, which caught the light with every movement and made her look almost ethereal. Her features were sharp but sweet, with high cheekbones and large, expressive eyes rimmed with dark lashes. She was waving at us enthusiastically as she approached.

Just as with the rest of them, she was remarkably good-looking.

At this point I had to assume being at the peak of human-standard beauty was a quirk of monster girls.

“I’m here! I’m here!” Making her way through the gathering to our group, she waved at Professor Applebottom. “I’m here! Sorry about that. Just got caught up with things.”

The administrator shook her head. “Good to see you decided to make it, Bekkah. Since you made such a show of things, I think it’s only appropriate for me to do the introductions for you.” She threw a look at Tizzy. “This is Reggie. He’s a human, and quite gifted. Since you and he will share a cabin, I am sure the two of you will be spending a lot of time together. I trust it’ll be mostly productive, yes?”

For a second, I thought maybe I was being lectured about being distracted. Then I realized the entire address was for Bekkah’s benefit.

The butterfly girl wilted beneath Professor Applebottom’s glare. Her chin—which I now saw had a little dimple—quivered as she ducked her head. “Yes, Professor. I won’t get distracted again.”

Tizzy, who shared a certain bubbly energy with Bekkah, shifted away from me and waved to make room. When Bekkah drew near, Tizzy immediately dropped her lips to the other girl’s ear, whispering gossip so quickly I couldn’t follow.

We finished orientation with the camp counselors. There weren’t that many announcements—details about a reproductive health seminar for the girls in a day or two, some warnings about dangerous areas on campus, and some drama with the harpy population.

There were only three counselors to speak of, two women and one man. Each was dressed in formal clothes, with pressed tops that had an official-looking logo across the breast and khaki pants. They came to stand in front of the gathering for introductions.

“This,” Professor Applebottom said, “is Professor Henry. He’ll be over cabins 1, 4, and 8.”

Professor Henry was a short, hairy man with a big, bloated nose. I assumed he was either a gnome or a dwarf, based on what I’d seen in the textbooks. He gave a terse nod, announcing, “I’ll be handlin’ mornin’ shift. Even if yeh aren’t part of my pod, I’ll be around t’ help if anyone has anythin’ pressin’ t’ discuss.”

The next to be introduced was Professor Chickles Whitaker. She was a middle-aged looking woman with blue-tinted skin and gills. Her cabins were 2, 3, and 5, and she’d be on ‘standard duty’ during the middle of the day.

“And last but not least, there is Professor Kathy Eldrad—or Lady Katherine.” She gestured at the final woman. “If you would?”

A stark contrast to the other two, Lady Katherine was extremely pale. Dumpy-looking, her clothes were at least one size too large, and she had a sort of goth look going on, with black lipstick and painted nails. I guessed she was maybe in her early thirties, although there was a flawlessness about her complexion that made it difficult to tell.

As she stepped forward to address us, I noted a faintly glowing ring on one hand.

“I am Lady Katherine. To my beautiful ones staying in the remaining cabins, let me assure you, we are going to have the most fun.” For some reason, I thought she was looking directly at me for that last part. “Since I am, as you can no doubt detect, a vampire, my shift will be evenings and nights. You’ll see me around other hours too, especially if my little rabbits need me.” She paused to laugh. It was a throaty, almost incongruously sexual sound, given her unassuming build.

One of the other students, a young-looking elf male, lifted his hand. When she acknowledged him, he asked, “Uh. Not to be rude, but is it safe having a vampire here? I’ve never been to camp before, but that seems a little dangerous, right?”

Professor Applebottom fielded the question. “Lady Katherine is a great supporter of the school and has many friends among the faculty who have vetted her. We have, of course, verified her credentials and history. As you’ll learn, Larry, there are many ways to verify a person’s character. I suggest you focus intently on your Aura Reading classes for clues about that.”

Several other students laughed, as if she’d said a familiar joke.

With orientation complete, we were told that our camp counselors would be making rounds to each cabin over the next few hours, so we should plan accordingly.

As people began to disperse, each going to the various color-coded cabins, Tizzy lost all hint of borrowed decorum. “No, no, I’m serious, Bekkah. Big Bro’s penis is weirdly big, and it’s not even close to a vagina AT ALL.”

“I’d be surprised if it was,” she snickered, but she appeared more or less familiar with the jackalope’s antics, at least going by the knowing gleam in her eye.

“It was thicker than my ankle!” To prove her point, Tizzy lifted one leg straight up beside her head with startling flexibility, her rabbit foot on full display. The casual maneuver just happened to make her too-tight shorts grip her vagina like a latex glove, drawing my attention despite my best efforts. “See? Way thicker!”

“Okay, that’s just straight up false advertising,” I said, a bit afraid of her setting unrealistic expectations.

Turning to regard me with an aggressive expression, the sphinx girl purred, “Riddle me this, human:

What has a hole that’s wet and tight,

 that grips you hard all through the night?

 Whose walls will milk you dry until,

 you beg for more—and yes, you will.”

“Is it...you?” I asked, scratching my head.

“Damn right, boy. Now when you gonna let me see what that penis can do?”

I threw my hands in the air. “Can we stop calling it a penis? It’s so clinical and unsexy.”

The valkyrie, who’d remained aloof during the exchange, crossed her muscular arms across her chest. Her posture only emphasized her supernaturally perky breasts. “Fine, human. You want to teach us about your ways, teach us. If we’re not going to call it a penis, what do we call it?”

I looked around, seeing four different faces, all with varying expressions of overt interest. Bekkah, who I had yet to interact with, had mascara-dark eyes that appeared almost too large. She leaned forward, tilting her head to the side to cup the shell of her ear.

“Fine. I’ll teach you this one thing about human culture. After that, I’m going to unpack. When it’s time for sex, we usually use less clinical words. Penis is a cock, or a dick, or a schlong even. Just not a penis.”

Tizzy pointed. “And what do you call a vagina?”

“I already said the main one. Cunt,” Asenath proudly declared. “I saw it on British TV the last time I visited the human world.”

“I thought they called them sausage wallets,” Bekkah said, tapping her chin.

“Pussy is the most common and preferable term, but there’s a ton of others.” Holding a hand up, I rattled a few off, “Slot, slit, twat, snatch. Any of those are fun. You can also get creative. Honestly, ‘sausage wallet’ is kind of a banger.”

Kasirah stroked a strand of hair from her refined, pale face as she mused. “This conversation feels pretty indecent. But...I guess the euphemisms do sound...fun? I’ve never thought of my vagina as a ‘snatch’ but there is a certain ring to it.”

“I’ve definitely thought of mine as a slit,” Tizzy said, tapping her chin. “I wonder why it’s shaped that way, though.”

With a giggle, Bekkah leaned over to Tizzy. “The world may never know.” She snuck a covert wink in my direction, making me smirk.

These developments left me optimistic. My roommates appeared relatively open about sex and unoffended by crass topics that would certainly be a bit of a faux pas to discuss in front of human women in a comparable setting—at least on day one. This boded well for my hopes to find a partner for sex magic, as that was one area I hadn’t been able to explore much on my own.

Plus, sex can be fun.

Still, I wasn’t going to be drawn further into the increasingly spicy discussion. With a smirk, I started to walk away. “Anyway, nice to meet you ladies. I look forward to getting to know you all better, but I’m going to finish getting set up. That’s your one human lesson for the day.”

Behind me, I heard Asenath grinding her teeth. “Just so we’re all clear, if he’d stayed just one more minute, I would have fucked him.”

“Aren’t you a virgin, though?” Bekkah snickered.

Asenath gasped, and the last thing I could make out was her shrieking, “So are all of you!”

Leaving the gossiping girls behind, I quickly made my way to our cabin. Our neighbors included the elf, Larry, and a pair of sprite-like creatures I took to be brother and sister.

Inside the peace and quiet, I took some time to get a feel for the amenities. 

There was a surprisingly large bathroom behind a door in the back, between the two beds in the far corner. Stepping inside, I found it was all white tile with silver fixtures. The space featured a double sink with an ornate mirror above it, and both a clawfoot tub and a walk-in shower with frosted glass doors. The shower area alone had enough room for three people, and the whole bathroom carried the faint scent of lavender and mint.

Interesting.

Gentle footsteps were my only warning before a purred voice came from behind me. “Do you need me to help you bathe?”

I turned, seeing Asenath standing in the doorway, her lion-like ears flicking toward me. The dark-skinned woman had one arm up, holding onto the lintel, and the other hooked in her low-slung jeans. She was pressing hard enough to draw the material low enough to reveal an expanse of smooth pelvis.

I turned, more exasperated than aroused, and waved. “You know what? Sure. The sexual tension is going to be absolutely insane until we get it out of our systems, so why don’t we bang one out and move on to our studies?”

It probably came out more exasperatedly than I intended, but a calculating part of my mind told me that a confrontation of this sort had to happen at some point. If things turned out alright, then I’d have my dance partner for sex magic spells, so the sooner the better.

At my words, her ears wilted, tail abruptly tucking between her thighs. She shifted, looking down. “Uh. I. Well. Uh. Actually, I don’t know if I’d...You know what? Maybe later. Yeah. After Lady Katherine visits. That’s when I’ll put your penis in my mouth and make you—uhh. Do the thing.”

Behind her, Tizzy called, “Cock! He doesn’t want us to call it a penis, remember?”

“Yeah!” Bekkah chimed in. “What she said!”

New Spell Entry—Vocal Projection

Spell: Vocal Projection

Casting Time: Instantaneous

Range: Self

Mana Cost: Low

Details: This charm amplifies the caster’s voice, allowing it to carry clearly across large distances or over ambient noise. Commonly used by teachers, public speakers, and military commanders. The effect can be sustained for extended periods with minimal mana drain.

Chapter 8

I went to my area and activated the privacy ward. It made my section of the room opaque and blocked all sounds, which was a bit of a relief. Getting used to living in such tight confines with very vocal, curious coeds was going to take some adjustment.

Opening my textbooks, I buried myself in studies, using the familiar routine of working through linguistic exercises to give myself a chance to reset after all the newness. Once I’d warmed my vocal cords up, I switched to my textbook on summoning. Given that was supposed to be my focus, I figured it would be good to refresh myself.

Flipping to the appendix, I considered the list of ‘common’ summons that were simple enough to cast from a spellbook without needing to encounter the monster in the wild.

Much the same as the slime, each of the common summons sounded only mildly useful. Still, in the interest of diversifying my capabilities, I decided one of my future objectives would include summoning each of them at least once, just to make future casting easier. After that, I flipped to the Acquisition Rituals part of the book. In addition to containing the note about the different qualities, types, and rarities of summons, it provided additional notes about negotiations.

***

Acquisition Rituals

This section provides the rituals required to bind various types and rarities of entities. If you wish to negotiate with your potential summons and need linguistic help, be sure to reference page 172 of the Introduction to Magic textbook.

Warning: Any summons with the intelligence to be negotiated with is likely extremely rare and dangerous. Do not attempt to bind these creatures without extensive research.

***

My interest in acquiring new summons was purely strategic in nature. Now that I knew the grounds included magical creatures we could collect during our free time, I saw that as an opportunity to stand out.

If I was going to become the top of my class, this was the most obvious and unique option. I could practice alchemy, spells, or even flying basically anywhere. Getting new creatures would be restricted to places such as the school’s magical grounds.

“The more limited the opportunities are, the more I’ll shine,” I murmured to myself, grabbing for Wimbledip’s map. As soon as Lady Katherine finished whatever she was going to say to us, I decided I’d go exploring.

Knock Knock.

The gentle sound came from outside the opaque ward. I lowered it, expecting to see Tizzy or maybe even Bekkah. But it wasn’t either of them.

Kasirah, dressed in stretchy athletic wear, appeared near the foot of my bed. The white-haired girl gave me an appraising look, her lips pursed.

“Yes?” I said. “Can I help you?”

“Um. Yeah. Tizzy mentioned us helping you. I wanted to let you know if you want to talk about combat, or whatever, that’s kind of what I’m supposed to do.”

“Supposed to do?” I echoed.

She gave me a tight, quick nod. “Valkyrie and all that. Strong, fighting types. I’m here to polish up my summoning battle skills mostly, but everything else I’m top of my class. Just tell me if you want to practice spell duels or whatever, okay? I don’t want you to think you’re not welcome.”

In that short delivery, I’d gotten my first read of the girl. She struck me as earnest and blunt, yet also vulnerable—almost the reverse of Asenath.

I went for a smile. “Sure. And thanks. I was honestly half expecting you to start with the sex talk again. Not that I mind with a gorgeous girl such as you, of course. But I’m here to focus on being the best wizard I can be first and foremost.”

She laughed weakly. “Yeah. No. I mean. Well.” A pink blush rose across her cheeks, bringing out a hint of freckles. “Wait, did you call me gorgeous?”

“Well, yeah. Because you are. Why?”

“You...” she took a deep breath, “You don’t think I’m masculine, or butch, or handsome?”

I blinked a few times. “Who the hell would call a woman who looks as stunning as you ‘handsome’?”

“It’s a valkyrie term for a woman of a certain fitness.” She reached down, tugging the edge of her sweat shirt up. Beneath, her stomach was flat, with a hint of visible abdominal muscles. They weren’t deeply cut or chiseled as a fitness influencer or anything, but the sweeping lines leading to her pelvis were quite well defined. “Maybe you’re not intimidated because you’re even better built than me.”

Laughing, I shook my head. “It’s funny you say that because I honestly started working out not long ago. I had to get creative to come up with the cocktail of spells and potions that allowed me to build this physique in such a short time. Anyway, in my opinion, having a bit of definition in your physique doesn’t make you any less sexy. In fact, I’d assume that a certain level of fitness would mean... Uh...”

“Mean what?” Still blushing, half her stomach still on display, she looked at me with genuine curiosity, walls I hadn’t even noticed lowering.

I weighed what I planned to say next, not wanting to lean into inappropriate topics with someone who only wanted to help me. Choosing the middle ground, I said, “Cardio. Fitness helps with exercises that require stamina, you know?”

“What does that have to do with being attractive?”

A sultry, warm voice came from the doorway. “He’s guessing you’d be good at fucking all night long, darling Kasirah.” Lady Katherine, the least-sexy vampire I could have imagined, strode into the cabin as though she hadn’t just been listening in. At her appearance, the other girls, who I noticed had been clustered across the room around Asenath, turned.

“What this delightfully scrumptious human man is insinuating,” Lady Katherine went on, gesturing at me with lacquered nails, “is that a woman who invests in her physical fitness might be able to keep up with a powerful stud such as him. You know mortal men are utterly insatiable in that regard, don’t you? While you girls all see sex as a curiosity and something you yearn to try, for him it’s a way of life. Come to think of it, did you all know that a human warlock’s semen can help with mana recovery and magical growth? It’s true.”

Tizzy cocked her head. “Wait—he’s a Warlock? So that’s why everyone was whispering about the mysterious new student!”

“Aren’t those super rare or something?” Kasirah breathed out in a meaningful hush. “No wonder there were all those rumors.”

I was captivated by this reveal too. When I used Analyze Self, my class sheet had always listed me as a Warlock rather than a Wizard. I’d found that odd since I never heard anyone else mention the term. So it was actually distinct from regular wizardry?

“Oopsy-poopsy, did I just let it slip that Reggie is a proper warlock and not some common wizard? Oh well!” Katherine laughed, hands on hips, no doubt proud of the seeds of chaos she’d just sown.

Four pairs of eyes all turned to me, and just then, any thought of a normal summer as bunkmates with them was lost in a second. I had mixed feelings regarding that, but they were mostly positive, if a bit nervous. “Uh. Thanks for that, Professor Eldrad.”

“No...” Asenath swallowed hard, “That can’t be true. It would mean...”

“Warlocks are special, as you all know. And since human warlocks are magically agnostic, it means that sexual activity with one will have all sorts of wonderful, positive side-effects for monster girls. Those include mana recovery.” Lady Katherine said, looking me up and down. “It’s something they never used to teach because they didn’t want witches such as yourselves to abandon your own races—but with males of your kind being so rare, I don’t see the problem in spreading a bit more knowledge.”

Analyze Self hadn’t been very specific about interactions with others, but it made sense.

The camp counselor tapped her chin, turning her gaze fully on me. “Come to think of it, I bet our dear boy Reggie here looks quite nice in a state of undress. Reggie, if I promise to give you a personal tutoring session, would you agree to humor me here and now?”

I blinked. “Humor you how?”

“Take off your shirt. Let us ladies have a peek.”

“Say what?” I looked Lady Katherine up and down, trying to figure out what she was going for. This was obviously very inappropriate, and I could tell from the looks on my fellow summoners’ faces that they were at least half as shocked as I was. But the way the vampiress delivered the lines was less ‘I want to get in your pants’ and more as though she was trying to make some kind of a point to the girls. Was she... wing-manning for me?

I hesitated a solid second before realizing the free tutoring session might represent significant value. “About this free lesson...” I teased the bottom of my shirt, watching with amusement as all the female eyes in the room followed my fingers there.

Lady Katherine went on, eyes flashing red. “Any class you want. I’ll give you one free, extra special, tutorial. One that is guaranteed to up your grade by an entire letter. Just take your shirt off.”

“No—I want a special summon,” I said, the business-oriented part of my mind clamping down on the opportunity. “If you want me to take my shirt off, I want you to help me get a summon no one else has. Something unique that no other students will have access to.”

“Done!” she said without hesitation. “A unique summoned beast, one just for our man Reggie.”

As I began pulling my shirt up, Tizzy blurted out, “Oh, Big Brother, you don’t have to show your boobs if you don’t want to!”

Shaking my head, I pulled it off.

“See, Kasirah. I told you.” Lady Katherine sounded positively smug.

I looked at the valkyrie, seeing she’d managed to blush and become even paler at the same time. Her eyes appeared locked on my chest, although I caught more than one flicker as she looked downward.

“Whoa. I just want to lick him up,” Bekkah called from across the room. She bounced a few times, wings flapping. “What a totally rad beefer stud!”

Tizzy gasped. “Oh my prairie gods! Why do his boobs look that way? They’re...nice. But weird.”

I looked down at my pectorals in case there was something out of order, but nope. They were fine. I made them dance a little, alternating one, then the other, then flexing them in unison, amused at the soft whimpers the women in the room made in reply.

Monsters really were deprived, apparently. When I glanced up at their wildly desperate, hungry faces, I wondered if maybe all the legends about them being “man-eaters” were misinterpreted from a dual meaning.

Beside them, hunched in a corner, Asenath in particular looked at me from beneath heavy lids. She was biting her lip so hard the flesh near it had gone pale. “I—uh... I’m gonna—I’m gonna ffff... Mmm.” She was clearly trying to say something sultry but fell apart at the seams there.

Doing my best to downplay the attentions of my new friends, I said, “Okay, Lady Katherine. Can I put my shirt back on? Are we good?”

“Very good,” she purred. Whines of disappointment punctuated that declaration.

After I’d dressed, she moved to the center of the room. “Now that we’ve got the most important business out of the way, I’d like to go over a few things. First of all, I’m your personal counselor for this Summer session. Any of you can approach me for any of your needs or curiosities.” This time she aimed her attention at the girls rather than me. “Although, if you’re interested in things about humanity, that’ll be Reggie.”

Lowering her voice, she hissed theatrically. “Be sure to ask him about human college parties. There’s a thing called a ‘lipstick rainbow challenge’ that you just won’t believe. I slipped some lipstick in your storage chests, girls.” Returning to her normal speaking voice, she added, “Anyway, I wouldn’t worry about your nighttime behavior. Don’t break anything, do well in your studies, and we’ll just ignore any messes you might make, won’t we?”

After that, the girls took turns asking a few questions. Most of them were practical, about things like equipment, practice hours, and basic logistics.

Lady Katherine left shortly after that. More than a little confused at the scholastic merit of...well, any of what had just happened, I shrugged it off as part of my new reality. Tizzy had, after all, announced to the world details about my penis.

I was still a long way from understanding cultural ideas about intimacy. Sex magic was apparently a common thing, common enough for there to be a class about it. Yet all four of my cabinmates were improbably-gorgeous virgins. It didn’t add up no matter how I tried to spin it in my head. I was sure things would start to make sense later, but at the moment I was totally confused.

With orientation over, and the day having passed into evening, I felt my stomach gurgle. Checking my map, I found the dining hall. Based on what Professor Applebottom told us, food was freely available to whoever wanted it, and at any hour.

Tucking my shirt back into my pants, I started for the door.

“Hey. Reggie?”

Glancing over, I saw Kasirah walking over to me. Tizzy came up behind her, practically bouncing with interest. Behind them, Bekkah and Asenath were locked in a deep discussion. I heard them discussing Lady Katherine, and guessed it was probably about the vampire woman’s expectations or agenda and just dismissed it.

“Yeah?” I said.

“Where are you headed?”

“I’m hungry and want to take a walk around the grounds for myself. Maybe do some exploring with the rest of the daylight.” The light shining through the windows was still bright, so I figured there was a good two or three hours I could put into getting the lay of the land.

“Would you enjoy some company?”

“I’m starved,” Tizzy added brightly, grabbing Kasirah’s hand and tugging her over. “Come on, Big Brother. Let’s have an adventure! There’s all sorts of groovy places we can show you.”

For half a second I seriously considered shutting them down. Part of the reason I wanted to get out was for a little peace and quiet. But then Tizzy gave me the most adorably dazzling pout I’d ever seen in my life.

“Fine. Let’s go.”

Then she had to ruin it with an excited, lispy, “Yay! Big Brother and Big Sister time!”

Kasirah snorted. “Oh, no. You’re not calling me that.”

“Better than ‘mommy’ isn’t it?” I said before I could catch myself. Seeing a thoughtful light enter Tizzy’s eyes, I grabbed the doorknob and opened it. “Come on, before I leave you both behind.”

Chapter 9

We made our way across campus, with Tizzy so enthusiastic she bounced around us in circles. More than once, she ran ahead, only to see Kasirah and me taking a slightly more relaxed pace and having to scamper back.

As she walked beside me, Kasirah kept glancing over. After a few seconds, she said, “Do you know anything about valkyries?”

“Only what they say in Earth stories.”

“What’s that?”

“Pretty sure they take the souls of the honorable dead to the afterlife, or something along those lines?” I gestured at her wings. “Kind of angel-adjacent, as it were.”

Her feathery wings folded tightly against her back as she nodded along with my explanation. “Real valkyries have a strong affinity with combat and strength. We’re also attuned to types of healing magic.”

“Sounds exactly like paladins from tabletop games.” At her questioning look, I walked her through how paladins worked in modern roleplaying games.

When I finished, she gave me a crooked smile. “That’s basically it, minus a few things. What you missed was kind of what I hinted at back at the cabin, how all of us are expected to be these super elite, ultra warriors.”

It took me a few steps, and being a little distracted by Tizzy’s jumping and waving antics, to process where she was going with the conversation. “This is about what we were discussing before Lady Katherine showed up, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, as I was trying to say, there’s nothing wrong with being strong and beautiful, or sexy, or any combination of the three. It’s not as if being able to run a mile in six minutes makes you less feminine somehow, especially not with an incredible body such as yours.”

She reached out, slapping my arm lightly and laughing. “You don’t mean that.”

“Why wouldn’t I? It’s totally true. You’re stunning.”

Tizzy chose that moment to close the distance with us yet again. This time, she took one look at Kasirah’s blushing face, studied me, then grabbed the girl’s hand and led her just ahead so the two could exchange whispers. I might have protested if the view from behind hadn’t been quite so pleasant. The jackalope girl had one of the most grippable, pert asses I’d ever seen. Beside her, Kasirah looked positively thicc, and in the best way possible, with her ass stretching her sweats. There was just enough jiggle to suggest softness over the obvious muscle.

The dining hall was housed in a high-vaulted building where several classes, mostly related to alchemy and potion brewing if I remembered correctly, were held. Warm light spilled from the tall windows, casting dancing shadows across the cobblestone path as we approached. The scent of roasted meat and exotic spices drifted through the air, making my stomach rumble in anticipation.

Tizzy, still holding Kasirah’s hand and chattering conspiratorially, led us through a hallway lined with portraits of famous magical chefs whose eyes followed our movement. The frames occasionally whispered cooking tips to passing students. We entered the main cafeteria, and I paused at the entry to absorb the layout.

It was a large room supported by carved stone pillars depicting various magical creatures mid-feast. Long wooden benches lined the center, worn smooth by generations of students. A few people, Lady Katherine among them, shared meals and conversation at scattered tables. The low murmur of dozens of voices created a comfortable background hum.

Light shone inside through massive stained-glass windows, each panel telling a story of magical cuisine and throwing jeweled patterns across the stone floor. Thematic tapestries hung along the high walls, each depicting a different type of supernatural creature at elaborate banquets. I spotted a full-fledged sphinx delicately eating what looked like golden fruit, and of course, a dragon roasting what might have been an entire ox with a casual breath. Lining the walls beneath the tapestries were heavy wooden doors marked with brass plaques. Each was labeled with a cabin number in an elegant script.

“Private rooms?” I asked, looking at the doors.

“Mhm,” Tizzy explained, her bunny ears twitching as she spoke. “We have a much bigger, more open cafeteria during the school year, but we get a small cafeteria with private eating areas over the summer. The main campus cafeteria is getting purified.”

Kasirah added, “I guess the private rooms encourage workshopping and a sense of collaboration among summer camp students.”

“Sure. Makes sense.” I walked to the buffet, which stretched along one entire wall in an impressive display of magical cuisine. Steam rose from enchanted warming containers, and I could see some dishes that seemed to be stirring themselves. I collected a heavy wooden tray, a ceramic plate glazed in deep blue, a metal cup that felt perfectly balanced in my hand, and silverware that gleamed with more than just polish. The food wasn’t much different than standard college fare, at least as I imagined it.

There were recognizable dishes like roasted chicken and what looked like mashed potatoes, but there were also quite a few mysterious items. Fortunately, they were all clearly labeled with ink that seemed to shimmer slightly. Feeling experimental, I asked Tizzy to pass me a second plate so I could try the more exotic options.

“Ooh, Big Brother wants to try everything!” Tizzy bounced on her toes, her antlers narrowly missing my chest. “That pink stuff is honey-melons from my biome! They’re super sweet and juicy, and they make your tongue tingle in the nicest way. And those purple things are moonberries—they glow a little when you bite them!”

“Moonberries?” I raised an eyebrow, examining the grape-sized purple fruits that did indeed seem to pulse with a faint inner light, like tiny stars had been trapped inside.

“They’re from the Twilight Grove in Everafter,” Kasirah explained, reaching for some herself with obvious familiarity. Her pale fingers looked elegant against the dark fruit. “Valkyries eat them before long flights. They help with... stamina, I guess.”

“Endurance,” I suggested.

“Right, that too.” She smiled, and the expression transformed her usually serious face into something radiant. “Though they taste terrible to most species. Very bitter, like chewing on iron mixed with pine needles.”

Tizzy wrinkled her cute button nose in an exaggerated expression of disgust. “Bleh! I tried one once and my tongue went numb for an hour! It was all purple and weird-looking too.”

“What do jackalopes usually eat?” I asked, watching Tizzy pile her plate high with an impressive array of colorful vegetables and fruits that seemed to sparkle with their own inner vitality.

“Lots of grasses and flowers and sweet things!” she chirped, her green eyes lighting up as she spoke. “Back home, I’d spend most of the day hopping around looking for the tastiest clover patches. The morning dew makes them extra sweet! Oh! And crystal berries in the summer—they’re like nature’s candy! They actually make little chiming sounds when you eat them!”

Kasirah loaded her plate with what looked suspiciously like cuts of raw meat, dark red with perfect marbling, and some kind of dense, dark bread that had an almost metallic sheen to it. Her movements were precise and economical, every gesture controlled. “Valkyrie food is more... practical. High protein, things that keep you strong for battle and long flights.” She glanced at me shyly, her pale cheeks taking on a faint pink tinge. “Though... I’ve always been curious about human food. What do you eat on Earth?”

“Well, we’re omnivores, so pretty much everything,” I said, taking a bite of the honey-melon. The flavor exploded across my tongue—like the sweetest cantaloupe mixed with actual honey, but with an underlying effervescence that made my taste buds dance. The tingling sensation Tizzy mentioned spread pleasantly across my mouth. “Holy shit, this is incredible.”

“Language, Big Brother!” Tizzy giggled, but her whole face glowed with pleasure at my reaction. “Wait until you try it with whipped cloudcream!”

“With what now?”

She grabbed a small crystal bowl and spooned what looked like whipped cream but seemed to defy gravity, floating slightly above the spoon in delicate, impossible swirls. The substance caught the light and threw tiny rainbows. “It’s made from actual cloud essence! Fairies taught us how to harvest it during storms. You have to be really careful though—too much lightning and it gets all sparky.”

I tried the combination and had to suppress a moan of pure culinary pleasure. It was like eating a perfect summer day distilled into flavor—light, airy, sweet, with hints of ozone and sunshine.

We took our meals to the private room reserved for our cabin. When Tizzy touched the heavy wooden door with her small hand, a gentle pulse of magic rippled across my skin like warm water. As it did, the brass plaque on the front shimmered and changed, the script rearranging itself with liquid grace.

Students Acknowledged. Welcome. This chamber is protected by a Modest Privacy Ward. If you are unfamiliar, see page 275 of your Introduction to Magic textbook.

The room inside was about what I expected, with warm golden light emanating from hovering orbs that bobbed gently near the ceiling. There was a long table made from a single piece of polished wood, surrounded by several comfortable-looking chairs upholstered in deep burgundy leather. A door labeled Restroom and Sanitation Station in the same elegant script stood on one side. A small fireplace rested against one wall, its flames dancing in cheerful blues and greens, with a trio of overstuffed recliners arranged around it in soft cream fabric. Compared to the cabin, our private dining space was downright luxurious.

“This is nice,” I said, settling into one of the chairs at the table and feeling it mold slightly to accommodate me. “Much better than eating in the chaos out there.”

“Plus,” Tizzy said, plopping down across from me with characteristic enthusiasm and immediately stealing a piece of my honey-melon with deft fingers, “we can talk about private stuff without worrying about people listening! The privacy ward blocks sound both ways.”

As we settled in with our food, I found myself genuinely curious about my companions’ lives and cultures. The exotic dishes gave us plenty to discuss, and their enthusiasm for sharing their worlds with me was infectious.

“So what’s jackalope society actually like?” I asked Tizzy as she demonstrated the proper way to eat crystal berries (apparently you had to let them dissolve on your tongue to get the full chiming effect).

Her face lit up. “Oh! Well, we live in these big burrows underground, but with lots of skylights and gardens! Everything’s built around the root systems of enormous trees. And we have the best festivals—during the spring bloom, everyone decorates their antlers with flowers and we have dancing competitions that last for days!”

“Don’t let Bekkah hear you say that,” Kasirah said with a wicked grin. “You know what her people are like.”

I gestured with a fork for the valkyrie to expand.

“They love nothing more than music and dancing,” she elaborated. “Bekkah and Tizzy have gotten into quite a few debates about who has the most fun.”

I laughed. “That sounds amazing. What about valkyries? Do you live in the clouds or something equally mystical?”

Kasirah laughed, a sound like silver bells. “Not quite, though our cities are built on mountain peaks and floating islands. We have these massive aeries carved into living rock, connected by bridges that span impossible distances. Everything’s designed for flight—spiral towers, open platforms, constant winds channeled through the architecture.”

As they described their homes and customs, I found myself falling into an easy rhythm with them. Tizzy was endlessly curious about everything, peppering me with questions about Earth culture and technology. Kasirah was more reserved but equally interested, asking thoughtful questions about human philosophy and values.

The conversation naturally drifted to more personal topics as we relaxed in the privacy ward’s protection.

“So,” Tizzy said, twirling a piece of singing fish on her fork, “what are human relationships like? I mean, I know the basics, but I’ve always wondered about the details.”

Chapter 10

I set down my fork, considering how to explain human romance to two girls who seemed genuinely curious but came from very different cultural backgrounds.

“Well,” I said, “human relationships are pretty varied. We don’t have as many formal customs as some species seem to. A lot of it comes down to personal connection—finding someone you enjoy spending time with, who shares your interests or complements them in interesting ways.”

“But how do you know if someone likes you?” Kasirah asked, leaning forward with obvious interest. The motion did more than a little to draw my attention to her gravity-defying chest. “I mean, in valkyrie culture, courtship involves formal challenges and displays of prowess. It’s very...structured.”

Tizzy wrinkled her nose. “That sounds way too complicated! Jackalopes just follow their instincts. If someone smells right and makes you feel happy and energetic, you spend time with them. Simple!”

“Humans are somewhere in between,” I explained. “We look for signs of interest—lingering eye contact, finding excuses to touch or be close, laughing at jokes that aren’t that funny. A lot of subtle communication.”

“Like how you keep looking at our mouths when we talk?” Tizzy asked with characteristic directness, making Kasirah blush furiously.

I saw no reason to deny it. “That’s one way.” Grinning, I added, “You noticed, eh?”

“Big Brother,” Tizzy giggled, “I notice everything. And she’s been doing the same thing to you when she thinks I’m not looking.”

Kasirah buried her face in her hands. “Tizzy!”

“What? It’s true! And it’s not like it’s bad. He’s really handsome, and he’s been nothing but nice to us. It makes sense that we’d be attracted to him.”

The straightforward honesty was refreshing, if a bit overwhelming. These girls didn’t seem to have the same hangups about attraction that I was used to.

“I have to admit,” I said carefully, “I’m attracted to both of you too. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and fun to be around. But I also don’t want to make you uncomfortable or assume anything.”

Tizzy bounced in her seat, her ears flopping as she did. “See? I knew it! The way you look at us, and how you’ve been so patient with all our questions, and how you make us both feel special...”

Kasirah peeked out from between her fingers. “You really think we’re beautiful? Even though we’re different?”

“Especially because you’re different,” I said honestly. “Your wings are gorgeous, Kasirah. And Tizzy, your antlers are amazing. The fact that you’re not human doesn’t make you less attractive—it makes you more interesting.”

Both girls beamed at me, and I felt that warm feeling in my chest again.

“So,” Tizzy said, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “why don’t you ask him?” She elbowed her companion in the side. “I just know Big Brother will say yes.”

I looked from one to the other, still chewing. “What’s up?”

Turning bright pink, Kasirah demanded, “She saw your pe...cock. I want to see it, too!” She’d probably intended it to come across confidently, but she’d gone too fast and some of the words had blended together.

“Peacock?” I repeated, smirking. “You’re asking to see my peacock?”

“Your cock!” Tizzy said. “She wants to see your cock. And I want to taste it.”

“You’re both not going to let me focus on my studies until you’ve satisfied your curiosity, are you?” I looked from one to the other, feeling my pants tighten.

“We are not,” the valkyrie said firmly, rising to her feet. “It’s only fair. Lady Katherine says human warlock seed is rejuvenating. We’re limited by how much magic we can use every day because of our mana regeneration. Strategically, this makes total sense.”

“Is that what this is about?” I arched a brow as the tall girl moved around the table. “Strategy? Or curiosity?”

“Can it not be both?”

“Fair,” I said, standing up, “but once your curiosity is satisfied, you both need to tour the grounds with me on your best behavior. I intend to get top grades this year.”

“Oh, definitely, Big Brother!” Tizzy gasped, hands on her cheeks. “We’ll be super good! We’ll do anything you want, right Kasirah?”

“R-right,” the valkyrie confirmed, freckles popping on her blushing cheeks.

I smirked at them. “Alright then, fair enough. Why don’t you two join me on this side of the table? You won’t be able to see much from over there.”

Kasirah stood up, crossing around to sit beside me, but Tizzy crawled under the table. Her antlers scraped the wood, earning a muttered, “What the butt?” But she made it work.

By the time I finished unzipping my pants, I found Tizzy’s nimble little fingers already there. “Let me play with it a bit, Big Bro,” she pleaded with a doe-eyed pout, sounding out of breath as she wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock. “I’m just too curious!”

I was already at least half erect, and the sight of it earned a gentle gasp from Kasirah and an intrigued hmmm from Tizzy. Leaning in, her curly blonde hair brushing my shaft, she ran her tongue experimentally across the side.

“Well?” Kasirah prompted. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Mmmmm...” the jackalope moaned as if she’d just tasted the most delicious thing in the world. Instead of replying with words, Tizzy slid her mouth all the way to the base. There was no skill in what the girl did; this was entirely experimentation, and I could feel her nose twitching as she inhaled against me. Her tongue roamed my cock, finishing the job of getting me completely erect, even as guileless an amateur as she was.

“Oh, oh my, did he get...bigger?” Kasirah swallowed hard, pupils dilated, her chest thrust forward so much I could see the outline of her puffy nipples through her taut top.

That made me the curious one in the room. I pointed at her shirt, making a lifting motion. “You’ve seen mine, now I want to see yours.”

The valkyrie’s eyes widened for a moment, but she nodded after a second or two of processing what I’d said. “I guess that’s fair.” She bit her lip and followed my request, hooking both hands beneath the elastic band of the top. It appeared to take real effort for her to get the fabric up over her breasts and off.

Kasirah didn’t have the largest tits I’d ever seen, but they were perky as hell, and quite full for a girl as fit as her. Both were topped by pink-colored nipples, each hard enough to be mistaken for raspberries.

Before I could say anything else, Tizzy exclaimed, “Aha! I think I found it.”

She wrapped her mouth around the head of my cock, tongue caressing the underside as she made delighted little sucking sounds. At first, the suction was horrible—she didn’t appear to understand how it worked. Then she was practically jamming her throat toward the base.

“Well? How does it taste?” Kasirah demanded, apparently forgetting her tits were out. My eyes, for their part, were torn between the valkyrie’s rack as she stared at my dick and the jackalope’s rack of antlers as she sucked it.

With each bobbing motion of her head, the sharp tips came within a few inches of scraping across my stomach. Fortunately, despite her enthusiasm, it appeared the girl had an instinctive understanding of which bits belonged where and avoided an incident.

Surfacing, Tizzy looked from my now sloppy wet cock to her friend’s face, “Indescribable. Maybe a bit salty? But there’s the sweetness of a mana potion in there, too. I think Lady Katherine was right. I can tell there’s magic deep inside.” She gave me a look that was half-determined, half-inquisitive. “And I want it. Give it to me, Big Bro!”

Her lips locked back on with renewed vigor, and it felt okay enough, but she clearly hadn’t puzzled out what she was doing. Thankfully, she had the sense enough to know to use a bit of motion, moving her lips from base to tip and massaging the length of the underside with her tongue. The problem was everything else—speed, approach, and the fact that she gulped for air a few times, drying out the inside of her mouth.

I needed to stall for time to give my dick a moment of peace so that I could figure out a way to coach her before she latched back on. “You know what? It would probably help if you took off your shirt too,” I suggested.

She looked up at me with big green eyes as her lips unsealed from my cock. “Why would that help, Big Bro?”

“His cock got a little bigger when he saw mine,” Kasirah pointed out as she edged a bit closer. “Maybe that means it’s easier to...finish?”

“She’s not far off,” I said. “Human men enjoy a good pair of boobs. If I could look at you topless, or better yet in the nude, I’d probably finish up a lot quicker—and possibly with more volume.”

A determined look crested her improbably pretty features. “You mean mana,” she corrected me. “Alright, Big Bro, you got it.”

Kasirah’s eyes widened. “Do I need to get naked too?”

“Not if you don’t want to,” I said, holding up a hand to stop her as she grabbed her shorts. “I’m not trying to pressure you.”

Me saying that appeared to put her at ease and make her more receptive. “I—I guess if she’s doing it, then I can too. After all, I think I want a taste as well.”

The jackalope scowled over her shoulder as she pushed the table back and stood up to hook her thumbs in her khaki shorts. “Wait your turn! I found him first.”

I thought about trying to mediate that but quickly lost my motivation when the pair of beauties pulled their shorts and panties down, exposing their pussies to me. I just stared for a moment, taking it in. Kasirah’s was apparently waxed or recently shaved, boasting complete and total baldness atop her mons, but Tizzy’s had a fairly natural looking little landing strip.

They both looked a little shy, but not in the realm of what you’d expect a human woman to be during the first time she showed her body to a sexual partner.

“What are your attitudes toward sex and nudity exactly?” I asked. “I can’t quite figure out just where the line is for this kind of thing. It appears to be all over the place.”

The two women looked at each other, then my dick. “I still have no idea what the butt is going on, to be honest,” the jackalope said, hands proudly on hips. “I’m just following what the tingles in my pussy tell me to do!”

Clearly trying to control her thoughts, Kasirah took a stab at it. “Uhh—I gather that we have less taboo around sex and nudity. But...most monsters aren’t very sexually active on campus because they typically only sleep with their own kind, and there are rarely more than one of a given type of monster in the same program. For instance, Asenath is the only sphinx in the whole school, and all valkyries are female.”

Tizzy chimed in, “Since there are only female jackalopes, my kind can only really mate with elves or humans, and elves tend to be way too feminine for my tastes.”

“How does that make any sense?” I asked. “How can you have sex magic textbooks and classes if no one is sexually active?”

The two girls looked at each other in plain confusion. “Sex magic textbooks? What are you talking about?” Kasirah asked, arching a brow.

Tizzy cocked her head cutely. “Are you feeling okay Big Bro?”

I shrugged it off and focused on their naked bodies, drinking it all back in. “Never mind. Let’s focus on what’s important.”

They both appeared to snap back in immediately, understanding what I wanted. This time, both ended up on their knees in front of me. Kasirah went in for a tentative lick, and then a deep inward breath from her nose, taking a sniff. “Wow. I could get addicted to that.”

“Alright, bucko,” Tizzy huffed, “It’s still my turn.”

“You can work together,” I suggested. “Tizzy, you can try licking the balls and using your hands to pump from the base, while Kasirah can suck the upper half of the shaft.”

“How do I do that?” she asked, biting her lip as she looked at it as if it was some imposing threat.

“Keep your mouth wet at all times,” I began. “Use your lips and your tongue in tandem, bobbing up and down. Be receptive to my body language for clues, but if anything is way off, I’ll tell you.”

With that, the pair of hotties got right to work. Kasirah delicately, a bit too cautiously sucked my cock, and it might not have been enough if it weren’t for the added jerking off Tizzy was doing with her hands.

“It just keeps getting better. How is that even possible?” The valkyrie sounded awestruck, her plush lips moving down the tip and shaft. “Even here, it’s like the flavor is radiating into my mouth. I just want…” She trailed off, hips rocking in an unconscious, rolling motion.

“I want it more!” Tizzy said competitively, fastening her mouth over the head of my cock. Her teeth scraped across the skin as she thrust herself down, throat clamping like a demanding vice. “Ghmnhmmm Big Brother.” The moaning, lisped sounds coupled with the sensations proved too much.

“Girls, I’m getting close,” I said, panting.

“What does that mean exactly?” Kasirah asked, not-so-casually pressing inexpert kisses across my shaft, just below Tizzy’s frantic gulping.

The jackalope pulled off long enough to guess, “Mana potion! He’s going to give it to me!” She opened her mouth wide, pointing with one finger as her ears flopped down to frame her face. “Put it all right here!”

That was clearly not what Kasirah wanted to hear. “Hold on! I’m here, too.”

Panicking, I did the only fair thing. I pulled back and blasted them both in the face with the thickest load I’d ever known, caking the two nude women in mana-rich man-seed. I groaned with pleasure while the girls moaned excitedly as the heat hit their faces.

“Mmmm—yes! Oh, I feel it!”

“Yeah! Big Bro, your mana is so strong!”

I had made a total mess of them. Looking down, I felt a pang of guilt and no small measure of regret. They were utterly coated—faces, necks, and even breasts. “Hang on,” I muttered. “I can clean this up with a cleaning spell. One second.”

I summoned my wand, but before I could flick it and start muttering the incantation, Tizzy’s hand stopped my wrist. “Are you crazy?! And waste all this mana?” I paused, watching as she set her gaze, now strangely predatory, on Kasirah, who shrank a bit in confusion.

At least until she realized what was going on.

Tizzy started licking my cum off of Kasirah’s face, moaning all the while. The valkyrie didn’t waste much time in getting on the same page, and soon they were sucking all the juice from each other’s bodies. I found myself already growing hard again as Tizzy ended up lapping at Kasirah’s nipple, and at the very end, the only thing left for them to do was swap spit with each other, more or less making out in a desperate attempt to steal as much of my semen from the other as they could.

“Well,” I said as I watched the display of lewd desperation die down. “That was interesting.”

The two girls, wrapped up in an accidental embrace, looked up at me from between my legs with heavy-lidded eyes. “It’s—it’s so powerful,” Kasirah panted. “More delicious and satisfying than any mana potion.”

“P-p-please, Big Brother...can we have some more?”

I furrowed my brow. “Why do I feel as if this summer camp is going to be a wash all of a sudden?”

New Spell Entry — Basic Cleaning

Spell: Basic Cleaning

Casting Time: Short-Standard

Range: Close

Mana Cost: Low

Details: A utility spell that removes dirt, stains, and minor debris from objects or surfaces. Particularly effective on organic materials and liquids. The spell can be targeted at specific areas or cast over a small region. Does not work on magical stains or curses.