Not too afraid to go skinny dipping.

“Alright then ladies and gentlemen, and any variations therefore of!” Sandevin’s voice broke the calm of the night, cutting through the disparate and disorganized chatter created by the students conversing mostly in pairs based on their houses. As he spoke, the older student positioned himself so that he was standing before the seated assembly, the moon and approaching shore to his back, and a smug grin stretching across his lips as his eyes moved over them. “We have now reached the point in our cruise where we like to ask the first-years to do us a little favor. Or rather, where we’d like to do you a favor.” He continued, the mischievous smugness in his voice amped up to eleven. Anyone familiar with the traditions of the school, be they a legacy admission, or just someone who did their homework, would know what he was getting at. You could tell who didn’t fit into this category by looking around for which of the first years seemed the most confused.

“You see, actually docking at the port and unloading everyone takes a lot of time and involves a lot of waiting in line.” The prefect continued, visibly trying to avoid breaking out into laughter. “So, in order to save you all that time, you are invited, encouraged even, to hop off now and swim the rest of the way to shore.” He gestured towards the back of the ship where the railing could easily be circumvented to give them easy access to the frigid waters below. “You are all, of course, more than welcome to decline this favor and stay on the boat… but if you do, I feel it only fair if I warn you that all the other students who elected to swim maaaayyyyyy not look to kindly on you for chickening out.” He finished, holding onto the ‘may’ for just a bit longer, letting his voice raise a few octaves. Even to those who didn’t know that it was coming, the meaning of his words was easy enough to read: it was a hazing. The choice between taking a dip in the Chilly Tarn at night or facing endless harassment from everyone else who’d done so.

“And to sweeten the pot…” It would seem that Sandevin wasn’t finished, the man rubbing his hands together eagerly. “Because it is such a beautiful night, with such a bright moon, and you’re all young and excited, and because half of you have been salivating over the two redheads for some reason…” He gestured dismissably towards Laurence and Alexander. “I thought I’d issue you my own personal little dare, just to take the measure of you.” He finished with a grandiose sweep, placing his hands on his hips, his smile reaching previously unimaginable levels of smugness. “Why not go skinny dipping?”

His words hung in the air for a moment before being drowned out by a series of murmurs rippling out through the first years. Alexander, having been raised on stories about this moment, knew that the dare was hardly out of the ordinary. Still, the idea of stripping naked in front of all these strangers and then jumping into ice cold water was… a source of anxiety. For more reasons than one. Still, having grown up hearing about it, he knew agreeing to the dare was in his best interests. It had been something most of his relatives had left out of their stories, likely to preserve the integrity of the prank, but his Uncle Amicus had let slip once that one of the strange magical properties inherent to the Tarn was that its waters seemed to dissolve most forms of fabric. Essentially, anyone who went in would end up skinny dipping; it was just a matter of whether or not you lost a change of clothes in the process.

They were told that there was five minutes before the boat actually got to the right distance to drop them off, and they had until then to decide what to do. Well, Alex had already made up his mind about what he’d personally be doing… but the more he thought about it, the more he began to consider other possible options. Of course, he’d still be making the dip; it was better than being ridiculed for years on end, and he’d be going in naked to save his clothes; but this also served as a chance to help build some bridges. Or burn them.

He didn’t need to worry about Goldie. She’d gotten especially bouncy at the mention of skinny dipping and hadn’t hesitated to start stripping even though they were still five minutes out from the drop point. While she looked short and petite, without her robes, Alex could see a bit of baby fat still on her. However, most of this seemed to orient itself around her thighs and breasts, what remained elsewhere just giving her a soft, huggable appearance, but a particular curve to her thighs and rather plump butt. Her pale skin was smooth and glistened in the moonlight, her sizeable breasts looking even larger against her small frame, nipples standing at attention against the crisp night air. And of course, as was usual for Goldie, the girl didn’t, or couldn’t sit still. There was a continuous bounce to her step as she paced in a little circle for warmth. A bounce that, with those gloriously soft looking breasts and ass, instantly caused the pants of every man on the boat who was attracted to women to tighten. This included Lex, although with that bright smile on her face, the bounce of her curls, and the intoxicating alure of her curvy little body, he was still honestly conflicted about whether to find her streaking sexy or adorable.

Either way, she obviously didn’t have to worry about having her clothes melted off. But as for the other two first years who had really caught his attention, well, it was fairly obvious that they weren’t legacy admissions. Laurence and Oli both seemed a bit hesitant to strip down, the former now fiddling with the hem of his robe as he looked around nervously, obviously trying not to look at the naked blonde prancing around the deck too much.

“Hey. Trust me, it’s a good idea. Wet clothes in this water might actually be more uncomfortable than going naked.” Lex stepped up beside Laurence, placing a hand tentatively on the boy’s arm as he looked up at him with a sweet smile. Laurence just had the air of a nice guy to him, and even if they weren’t in the same house, he could at least do this for him.

“You’re probably right.” The taller redhead sighed, shaking his head as he did. “I’m just… not to used to public nudity, I guess.”

“You and me both.” Lex chuckled, giving his arm a little pat. “But if my cousin is to be believed, public nudity is probably going to be one of the tames things you’ll see once we’re there.” The petite boy chuckled, flashing a cute little wink before sauntering off back towards Oli, his hips swaying a tad flirtatiously for the taller boy’s viewing pleasure. A little taste of what he’d see once Lex actually ‘prepared’ for his dip.

However, before he made it back to Oli, he paused, momentarily distracted by the sound of Claude’s voice. The boy was in the middle of dressing down Sephie, the second Beavertail who Lex would describe as ‘a little plump’, but who Claude would apparently refer to as: “something no one here wants to see naked.”

“Come on, some of us just ate supper before coming her. You should probably keep your clothes on. Like me. No one want’s to see you prancing about, like some people.” Claude sneered, directing his gaze pointedly over to the still bouncing Goldie. Overhearing that encounter told Lex two things. First, apparently Claude was just an absolute dick to anything with a pulse. And second, he wouldn’t be skinny dipping. Not intentionally at least. Good. It would be fun to watch him squirm; but after seeing him yet again say something mean about Goldie, and now going after Sephie for seemingly no reason, he was officially getting on his last nerve.

Normally, Lex wasn’t the kind to take matters into his own hands or act in a manner which would antagonize others, but he’d had just about enough of this pompous asshole at this point, and already had an idea for how to add insult to injury once Claude realized his clothes were gone. Maybe it was a waste of magical research, but fuck would it feel good. The redhead began muttering softly under his breath, his fingers moving in a subtle pattern as he cast BLENDING, a spell created by his family which would influence the perception of any who could see him, effectively causing them to ignore or disregard his presence and actions for as long as he kept the spell up. Naturally, he was aware of the many practical and… ahem… recreational uses for the spell, but right now he just wanted to knock an asshole down a peg.

Not a single person onboard so much as batted an eye as he changed course away from Oli and headed straight for Claude. No one even looked over as he picked up his bag or said a single thing about it as he opened it up and began rummaging through. Now, his goal wasn’t to steal anything of value, or try to really hurt him; Alex was pissed off, but not necessarily a violent or vindictive boy. So, rather than nab his wand, or his wallet, or do any number of satisfying things, he just found Claude’s towel, set his bag down, walked to the side of the boat, and tossed it into the water. Within a minute it would dissolve completely, and with its owner none the wiser. After he got out of the water, naked, embarrassed, and cold, he’d try to get his towel from his bag only to find it inconveniently missing. Serves him right.

Somewhat satisfied that he’d done his part to fight back against bullying by bullying the bully, he replaced the bag where he’d found it before making his way back towards Oli and dropping the spell. And just like that, he’d committed an act of petty theft and **** right in front of everyone, and from the lack of looks he was getting, had gotten away with it.

And now with a friendly gesture and an egregious misuse of his family’s magic out of the way, he could focus on something important: convincing Oli to strip too. Only because he didn’t want her to fall victim to the prank and lose her clothes. That was the only reason. Not at all because he desperately wanted to see the androgynous tomboy naked.

“You know, it’s probably going to be less comfortable wearing clothes in water that cold.” He sighed, using the same argument he had for Laurence. “Once we get out of the water, we’ll probably have to strip anyway to get out of those clothes… so maybe its smarter to just do it now so we can warm up faster.” He finished with a shrug, trying to not sound like he was attempting to talk a woman out of her clothes.

“No, you’re probably right.” She sighed, running her fingers back through her hair, in a bit of what he’d caught on to as a nervous habit. “It’s just, well… I don’t really look anything like Miss-Bounce-O’-Lot over there.” She bit her lower lip, gesturing over to the naked and very bouncy blonde already leaning over the ship’s railing. Alex followed her gaze, trying very hard not to let it get stuck on Goldie’s presented ass and instead turn back to Oli.

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow, cocking his head slightly to one side as he considered his friend. “Because, and really, don’t ever tell her I said this, but I think you’re cuter.” He finished with a sweet smile; not flirty or playful, just sweet, and sincere. “And besides, it’s not like I look like Mr. Oh… that is not what I expected him to look like naked.” Lex had turned to gesture to Laurence, who he considered to be a taller, less girly version of himself, only to find that the boy had taken his advice and stripped down, leaving his clothes in his bag. Despite being slender and just the teensiest bit girly, under his robes Laurence was toned, with layers of lean muscle rippling across his body, giving him the look of a gymnast or a sprinter. He had to **** himself not to let his eyes wander all the way between the other boy’s legs, because he knew that if whatever was there matched the rest of Laurence’s body, he’d end up drooling, and he really didn’t want to start salivating over another man’s cock while he was talking to the girl he was developing a crush on.

“Well… anyways…” He forcibly tore his eyes away from temptation and focused back on Oli. “I get what it feels like to be a bit… atypical. But that isn’t a bad thing. I’m more than comfortable with how I look, I mean, look at me, I’m fucking adorable.” He added with a playful smirk, gesturing down at his petite body, and prompting a giggle in return from the tomboy. “So, I’m going to be going in nude. Because of the wet clothes thing. Not just because I’m an exhibitionist.” He clarified with a nervous giggle.

And with that, he immediately held true to his word, starting to pull his robes off even as he stood with her. After all, at a school like this he’d have to get used to it, and there was no time like the present to start. Alexander carefully removed his robe and each piece of clothing beneath it, carefully folding it into his bag. With each article, more and more of his smooth, pale flesh was revealed, showing off his soft curves, his slender chest and belly, and thick thighs and ass, every inch of his body seeming completely smooth, soft, and hairless. The last to go was his underwear, which had been doing a poor job of hiding the tent formed after seeing Goldie and Laurence naked, and was now being sustained by the thought of Oli seeing him in the nude as well. With it gone, there was nothing left to the imagination, and he stood there in all his glory, trying not to blush furiously or die of embarrassment as there was essentially nothing, he could do to hide his erection.

“Okay, didn’t expect to see that on someone who looked like you.” Oli whistled; her dark eyes wide as they scanned down the boy’s supple body to between his thighs. He wasn’t massive by any means, but at six inches he was still a bit above average, something made more impressive considering just how petite the rest of him was, something which made his erection seem even bigger. “Is that because of me?” She asked, her tone suggesting that she was mostly joking, particularly the nervous laugh at the end.

“And you’re not even naked yet.” Lex giggled, offering her another wink. “Well, come on then. I showed you mine, it’s only fair if you show me yours.” Lex didn’t know where this attitude was coming from, maybe he was over excited, maybe it was the intensity of the situation, or maybe most of his blood was somewhere other than his brain at that moment, but he usually wasn’t this… forward.

“Well alright… but only because you asked so nicely.” Oli relented, letting out another nervous chuckle, taking a deep breath before she too started undoing her robes. Lex could only watch in stunned silence as her body was slowly revealed to him. Inch after inch of soft brown skin bore itself to his eyes, each slender curve, each bit of muscle toned from an active life. Under her robes she was rather flat-chested, looking to just barely be an A cup, but it did nothing to detract from her beauty in his eyes. She was tall, toned, and had an amazingly perky ass and soft looking thighs. This time he allowed his eyes to move all the way down her body like hers had done to him, observing a neatly trimmed little patch of hair above the juncture between her thighs. He desperately hoped that he hadn’t actually started salivating this time.

“See… what did I tell you? You look perfect.” He managed to **** the words out, his cock standing at attention as he tried and failed to tear his eyes off her.

“If by ‘perfect’ you mean ‘ready to go skinny dipping’, then I’d say you two both look like absolute treats!” Both of the first years nearly jumped out of their skin as Sandevin suddenly appeared beside them, one arm draped over each of their shoulders. “And I really do appreciate you two being good sports and humoring me, but you two can go fuck later. Right now, it’s time to go swimming.” He sang cheerily, raising one hand and snapping his fingers.

Suddenly, Lex and Oli weren’t standing on the deck with Sandevin, they were hovering in the air, looking at each other, with only the icy black waters of the Tarn beneath them.

“Oh shi-“ They didn’t even have time to curse before gravity caught up with them and they both plummeted naked into the water.

To say that the Chilly Tarn was cold would be an understatement. Hitting the water was like falling into some glacial runoff, and every inch of Lex’s body screamed out from the cold, the **** of it hitting him like a brick wall, or like thousands of needles prodding at every little bit of his being. Fortunately, the near heart attack from the sudden appearance of the Prefect had the boy’s pulse high enough to keep the blood pumping and give him some circulation, enough at least to let him keep his head, looking around as he tread water to find that the rest of the first years had apparently suffered a similar fate.

“What the FUCK!? My clothes!” Ah, by the sound of Claude’s shrieks, the anti-fabric properties of the water apparently were real. As much as Lex would deny it if asked, those sounds of indignation and panic made him feel just the smallest bit warmer. And despite the fact that all of them were now naked, by their own choice or otherwise, no one had much time to ogle anybody else when the water around them seemed intent on trying to freeze their joints solid.

Fortunately, everyone seemed to have their wits about them enough to start making their way to shore, some faster than others, but each of them **** to get out of that water. Surprisingly, despite how uncomfortable, almost painful, the cold was, Lex found himself almost invigorated. He didn’t know if it was the anticipation of finally getting to school, satisfaction at the thought of Claude climbing out of the water and not finding his towel, or the residual high of having seen Olive naked, but even through the cold he felt like he was on the top of the world.

Unfortunately, drive and excitement didn’t translate into raw athletic ability, and he was fifth out of seven when it came to actually reaching the shore. Still, for whatever reason, that feeling of energy and anticipation didn’t leave him, and while everyone else was left shivering, hugging themselves either to stay warm or preserve modesty, he felt great, just standing there, letting the water run down his supple body, finding his erection still going strong despite the cold. A fact that he enjoyed even more when he noticed what effects shrinkage had had on Claude.

The others gave him a few inquisitive looks when he seemed to have succeeded in braving the cold better than any of them, but his own eyes were once again fixed on Olive. She stood wet and naked before him, the water and moonlight causing her smooth brown skin to shine and sparkle, and that more than anything kept his boner from going away. But as he looked over her, and some of the others to a lesser extent, he remembered his towel hidden back on the boat, now docked not fifty feet away. Well… despite the swim he felt… oddly fine. Cold, chilled to the bone and in **** need of a hot shower… but like he could bear it. Still, it seemed like a shame to waste that preparation… but there was another use he might have for it.

Raising his hand, Lex drew a small blue glyph in the air with one finger, and with a sudden flapping sound, the towel unlatched from the bench, flying through the night from the boat and right into his hands. The other students all blinked in surprise, faces showing variation of being impressed, surprised, or jealous, not having expected a spell like that to come from a first year. Well, he did have a year of practice and an old family of mages to thank for it, but he still appreciated the looks.

“Here, you look cold… I can dry off after you, you can go first.” He smiled sweetly, trying to stop his teeth from chattering as he took the towel and draped it around Oli. She seemed like she wanted to protest, but feeling how bad she was shivering, the tomboy quickly relented and pulled the soft fabric tighter around her body.

“Th-thanks… That was fucking freezing…” She nodded to him, her teeth chattering slightly as she rubbed her shoulders and arms over the towel, trying to use the friction to warm up. “And that was actually really impressive… with the…” She raised one hand and imitated him drawing the glyph, although no glowing lines came from her motions. “I-I’ve always had trouble wrapping my head around delayed or contingent spell activation… but it looked like that’s what you did.” She speculated, her eyes alight with genuine interest.

Alexander really had no idea what was going on in his mind, if he was giddy from the water, if he was being affected by some spell, or maybe just coasting on the high of the looks she and the others were giving him because of the spell he’d surprised them with, but he was suddenly feeling bold, confident, brave. He never felt brave. And he’d certainly never pictured saying the words that came out of his mouth next.

“Well, it’s something my family specializes in a lot… I wouldn’t mind teaching you how it works. If, maybe you’d be willing to go on a date with me sometime?” He couldn’t believe he asked her that, and with a straight face no less. They’d just met, he was way out of his depth, and House Minerval made it clear that they discouraged monogamous heterosexual relationships-

“Deal.”

-What on earth was he thinking? What if he offended her? What if he came across as some player? He wasn’t a player, he was a… wait. Deal?

He looked up into her eyes to see her smiling back at him, still shivering, still blushing, but… smiling. In that moment, he really didn’t mind the cold much at all.

Chilly Tarn: CUSTOM MOVE on Bravery. Roll +BRAVERY(+1) (-1 Bravery, +1 advance prepared towel): 12 + 1 = 13. On a 10+, gain +1 XP and take +1 Forward.

Oli: ENCOUNTER Oli to ask to get together later. Roll +CUNNING(+3) (+2 she's a Minerval, +1 Forward from passing the Chilly Tarn dare): 9 + 3 = 12. On a 10+, Oli is happy to go along with your intention (offering to practice delayed/triggered spells). Take a +1 Forward on a Move related to practicing with Oli.

Summary: Gain +1 XP; Lex now has 1 XP.
Lex has a FAVOR from Prefect Pipistrelle Clawson of House Minerval.
Lex has +1 Forward to roll a Move with Oli for studying together.