Eudora smiles as she follows the others, trailing behind ever-so-slightly as she makes her way through the cobbled pathways of the campus. Catching her eye immediately is a monster-taming mage making some beast balance on a ball and juggle. So engrossed is she that she doesn’t know what happens when she slaps up against something warm and rugged, tumbling off her feet.
“Whoa, careful there!” says the husky voice of the stranger.
“Oh, Suh-sorry!” she hisses, scrambling to her feet. “I didn’t look where… I was…” Her words trail off as she sees the young man standing before her, completely naked to the waist, save for some armbands and a wizard’s cap, but with lower garments that keep his penis exposed. Underneath, Eudora can swear she sees he has a vagina as well! He’s just so casual about his nudity. The intersex student flashes a toothy grin at her, his hands moving off her waist ot his own.
“Hey, no problem. Just don’t be late for your exams, okay?”
Eudora’s face is bright red, and she runs past him, her head turned low as she rushes back toward the line.
Professor Gizelle rolls her eyes, standing at the entrance to a Spartan building. She places her palm upon the stone, and the wall retracts around her. “Glad you could join us,” she drawls. “Now, each of you will step inside, one at a time, where your affinity shall be tested. Hurry up. Your potential future is at stake here.”
Eudora cannot help but glance over her shoulder, but when she does, she does not see the strange man in his peculiar outfit. Are witches at the Witchess Academy allowed to dress like that? Wasn’t there a uniform?
“Eudora!” Gizelle snaps.
Eudora squeaks and bows her head, running into the room's darkness.
She’s surrounded, floating in a void. She can feel nothing, and yet she can sense all of it.
A tingling moves up her body as a voice hums. It feels like she’s being touched, prodded, and poked. She bites her lip, shuddering slightly as the inquisitive digits explore her mind, body, and soul.
There comes a spark! It rushes through her tummy and out to her fingers and toes. It makes her want to wrap her arms around her and scream joyfully! She balls up, holding that feeling in for that moment.
And as if that feeling was the cue to breaking the spell, Eudora finds herself falling to her knees, her hands catching her, her glasses askew as she breathes heavily, licking her lips as she stares down at a cold stone floor.
“Get up, Eudora,” comes the stern voice of the proctor.
With shifty glances, Eudora finds herself in a dark room, where robed figures sit in the back, shadowed by the light that draws itself to herself and the professor.
Gizelle consults a paper and says. “Your family is quite prestigious and among the top of their class for three generations thus far. All of them passed the test with flying colors and could have the pick of their track.”
Eudora brings herself to her feet, clasping her hands together and bowing. “Thu-thank you, Professor. I-I haven’t yet duh-decided what I would go with….”
“Fortunately for you, my dear,’ she says, putting the paper under her arm and clasping her hands together. “You won’t have to.”
“Huh?”
“I must inform you that you have no choice in your future here.”
Eudora’s legs give out, and she falls to them again. “N… no. You mean… I failed?”
“You’ve the lowest scores in this class in all of the primary tracks we offer here at Witchess. No mana to be had in any primary elements or metaphysics courses.”
Eudora grabs onto her hair, tugging and focusing her eyes on her knees. “N… no… no!”
“However.” Gizelle continues.
Eudora blinks, staring up at the professor, watching that proud smile on her face. “There is one track in which you excel—one we haven’t seen aptitude of this level in generations. Congratulations, Eudora, and you are hereby enrolled in the Lust Witchery course!”
The world goes silent around Eudora. The newcoming student gulps, pushing her glasses back up to her eyes and playing with her ears. “Eh, excuse me? What did you say?”
Professor Gizelle pats the student on the head and says. “I said, you’re a natural when it comes to lustful mana extraction. I’ve never seen a strong reaction as the one you demonstrated today.”
Eudora blushes, gripping her head. “No, no, no, this can’t be right. Lust magic? Is that even a thing? This has to be a joke. My mother set you all up, right? You’re old college buddies with her, aren’t you?”
Professor Gizelle twirls her hair in her finger, a smirk forming on her lips. “Well, it is true that I know your mother. You should know, though, that she knows that she knows nothing of this development. It is only between myself, yourself, and the esteemed colleagues behind me that you have the infinite potential of a great lust witch.”
Eudora clasps her hands around herself, shuddering. “What does that mean? How can I be a witch if I can harness any mana?”
“Oh, my dear, but you can,” Professor Gizelle says, walking behind her. She squats down low and places her hands on Eudora’s shoulders. “Shall I demonstrate to you the skills you shall muster?”
“Huh?”
Eudora’s gaze lingers upon the professor as the older woman stands and walks past the student. With each step, her robes fall off, twinkling into nothingness until Eudora sees that beneath the everyday outfit is an elaborate series of bands of cloth, crisscrossing over the professor’s body and doing nothing to cover her up, but instead accent her form, showing off her impressive shoulders and the curve of her back. She places a hand upon her hip and turns around, where Eudora can gaze upon the glorious breasts and gasps when she sees that between professor Gizelle’s legs is a magnificent scepter of meat, veiny and girthy.
“Bring forth someone to demonstrate!”
There are murmurs among the crowd, but soon, one of them stands up, a woman of about Gizelle’s age who dresses in blue robes. From her fingertips, water drips down as she stares at her opponent with a stern look. She takes a deep breath, licking her lips, the water dripping faster and faster from her.
“Can you feel it, Eudora?” the professor says, stepping closer to the woman before her, reaching out and caressing her cheek. “The lust that builds up within her mind and body? It fuels me. It comes from them all, and it comes into me. I am a receptacle of their desires and from them,” she chuckles and takes a deep breath. Suddenly, the professor lifts up into the air, spreading her legs wide and wrapping her fingers around her girthy, now rigid member. She strokes herself, her fingers going down beneath her cock where her sex drools with delight. She screams out her ecstasy to the chamber when she continues her lesson. “I gain power, oh so much power! Can’t you feel it?”