Of course she does!

(A/N: Hoo boy, this was a long chapter! I took ages trying to decide what to do with this last time, it was originally just going to be as simple as Emily either finding a deep secret or ritual of some sort, or being attacked by a slime and having a shorter chapter of pure slimy bliss, but I've since gotten a better grasp one what I want the full story to be like, and I thought this would be a nice way to blend her finding something story-related and getting some enjoyable monster action without making them too directly intertwined. Which monster, you ask~? I suppose you'll find out, in the next episode of-

Wait, what do you mean its THIS chapter!? Oh, yeah, that's why it's so long... Hehe, oopsie~ Enjoy!)

The long trek back to her room was far more uncomfortable than Emily had first predicted when she fantasized about her final lewd waltz through the halls of the Academy. The cold, quiet night had enclosed around her and no longer was the chilling wind just a teasing brush against her bare lower half, but instead a biting reminder of the imminent transition of seasons into Winter.

Pausing to make sure nobody was around, she ducked behind a hanging tapestry and quickly pulled on her borrowed underwear, even chosing to put on her bra to keep her upper half slightly more protected from the elements. She had to admit, Lierra was right that blue fit her well, though her robe's wide neck did make show the straps of her bra, and it was a little tighter on her than she had predicted. Maybe it would have been better to ask Clare for a pair. She paused, contemplating the thought. Actually, nevermind. I don't even want to know what her taste in underwear is like...

She waited for a moment making sure again that nobody was nearby, before stepping out from behind the tapestry, her final exhibitionist walk being cut short. It's probably for the best, anyways. She pouted to herself for a moment as she continued on.

It had only been one day, but she had already learned so much about herself. Before today, she was fine simply drifting by, avoiding trouble and staying out of the sexual deviancy displayed by the other apprentice witches. However, this taste of a new world, a naughty, confusing, exhilarating world, had filled her head with thoughts and feelings she could never forget. In that way, she was thankful to Kaylie and Gala for introducing her to new passions and opening her up to such a lewd way of fun. In every other, however, she still cursed them for ruining her hard-built reputation... Well, not that her reputation of breezing through classes without studying gained her all that much positive attention anyways. Maybe by showing I'm just as pervy as everyone else, Gala and Kaylie have made me look more relatable! She managed a hushed giggle with herself at the thought of her own small victory.

Picking herself up a bit, she regains her confidence, this time she didn't have a reason to feel ashamed of strutting through the halls to begin with. She was about halfway back to the first-year dorms when a light coming from underneath the shut classroom door of the Magical Biology lab caught her eye. Muffled voices echoed in the room, the occasional syllable slipping out through the cracks, but nothing decipherable. Emily hesitated. She had no clue who was on the other side of the door, nonetheless what they were doing. Despite the urge to snoop in on the late night mystery meeting, she hardly wanted to breach anyone's privacy. Until she heard a single word clearly from within the room:

"Emily..."

It was Kaylie's voice. Speak of the devil... Slowing her approach, she carefully snuck towards the arched door, leaning against it and cracking it open slowly as to not alert anyone inside. She peered into the dimly lit laboratory, a circle of chairs pulled up around a single table. Kaylie sat at the head, with Gala at her right side. The two fourth-years she didn't know who were with her last night were there too, as well as some other familiar faces among the Academy's snobbier and more annoying students, mostly those from pure bloodlines and noble birth, the few outliers like Gala just seemed to be Kaylie's closest friends, among the worst of the worst pranksters and bullies, her bodyguards, Emily assumed.

The current speaker was Gala, and she seemed to be proposing something.

"...With the success of todays little "experiment," I think we can all agree that the next stage of our plan should be to start targeting the staff. These hidden circles weren't even able to be detected by Felicia Derris, that bitch had no clue they were even there, probably even thought Emily set 'em up herself, the bitch didn't know what hit her. You should've seen her face, gifted little miss Pulsey, levitation master Emily, haplessly floating around ass-naked, I was practically playing with her like a doll, and even our lovely teacher joined in! Really, it was so ho- HILARIOUS! Hahaha, yeah! She looked soo dumb!"

The group laughed, congratulating Gala's achievement, somehow not catching on to her slip-up, with Kaylie even patting her lackey on the head, their collective glee at tormenting her making Emily sweat in anticipation of what was to come. Kaylie's fanclub really hates me, huh... But why target the staff and teachers? That just sounds like asking for trouble.

Now Kaylie picked up where her lackey left off.

"You've gotten us a very useful asset from that tree hugger, Gala. Why, if it were just us alone right now, I might be tempted to give you a smooch~" Ignoring the now blushing Gala's stammering thank-yous, Kaylie continued, "As for the next step in our plan, I propose we seek some extra help from the Academy's other less loyal attendants, seeing as those gnomes were so kind as to steal yet another poor girl's underwear for us, perverted little garden ornaments, it gives me high hopes for what the others might be able to do."

"Soon enough, Princess Kaylie, you'll have this whole Academy under your rule! Maybe you could even become headmistress" One of the other first-years excitedly declared, but was quickly shushed with the disapproving look of Kaylie.

"Now now, settle down Mia. Headmistress Olivia is far too strong for even us top of the line students to dethrone, and I'd rather not be known as a troublemaker by the other heads of Witch society. Think of all this as early preparations for my rule~" Kaylie paused, her posse happily clapping and cheering, before she continued, "Now, as for which familiars to bring around to our side, I was going to ask the El-"

She stopped mid-sentence as the sound of creaking hinges broke through the rooms otherwise silent atmosphere. Emily slid forwards, having leaned too much of her weight on the unlatched door, and almost pushed it wide open. Backing away, she heard the witches inside all rush to their feet and begin approaching towards the entrance. Shit!

Breaking into a sprint herself, Emily cast a rushed illusory veil over herself, hiding her face in darkness, and making her robes appear like a plain Academy uniform. It wasn't perfect, and would easily be broken by even a simple dispelling chant, but they'd have to get close enough to her for that to work.

"HEY! Get back here you lousy eavesdropper! Just who do you think you are!?" Kaylie called out, stopping in the doorframe with Gala and most of the others from the meeting. Emily didn't even bother thinking of a response, far from willing to jeopardize her identity and put an even bigger target on her back.

Her pursuers only numbered two, the fourth-years from the night before. Emily only caught a glimpse of them, and she never did see their faces during their discussion with Kaylie in her dorm room, so she could only guess as to who was chasing her down.

The duo pulled out their wands, one firing off an arching burst of some unknown magic that would have squarely hit Emily in the back, if not for her ducking around a corner and into a corridor. It was a hall through the middle of the school that connected all four blocks of classrooms on the first floor, leading to the central staircase and front entrance hall of the Academy. Her best hope was to do a loop around the block and get back to the first year dorms without them knowing which way she went, though that plan would require an amount creativity that Emily was currently too panicked to draw upon. Her second option was to take them out, and as the end of the corridor came into sight, the main hall's grand interior now visible in the dark, she spotted a carpet on the floor, one she had passed over so many times by now that she might have even forgotten it was there and tripped on it herself if not for her getting the bright idea to do the same to the duo behind her.

They rounded the corner swiftly, the other witch now taking aim, and with a brief incantation a haze began to fill the width of the hall directly ahead of Emily, before it solidified and turned clear just in front of her before she could reach it. Magic glass. Damnit, this had better work!

The fourth years were almost to her when they both stepped foot on the rug, choosing only to slow down as they got to the middle of its length, stopping on the metaphorical big red X in front of her. Emily couldn't help but smile at the perfect scenario presented itself to her, and she quickly cast the spell, not even giving them the chance to speak before they were ensnared. The rug whipped up and bunched first around their legs, then folding length-wise overtop of itself, knocking them to the ground and entirely burying the unfortunate girls, its edge tassels tying themselves into a multitude of complex knots.

The ethereal glass before her shattered into dust at the broken concentration of the caster, and Emily continued her escape. Turning towards the first year dorm, she saw Kaylie, Gala, and two other students entering it ahead of her, blocking off her only escape route. She could only assume Kaylie had sent others from her group to their own respective dorm rooms, covering all their bases while making themselves less suspicious in the event a teacher or staff member encountered them.

"Ugh, what a pain..." Emily ducked back around the corner, muttering complaints to herself, "I wanted to get a good night's sleep tonight after everything that happened..."

Seeing as her only pursuers were still snugly wrapped up, she decided the safest route would be to hide out in a public place and say she fell asleep while studying if she was found in the morning. It was out of character for her, that much she knew, but maybe she could get people to buy it if she said her "lesson" from miss Derris had taught her to be more studious. Somehow. I'll make it work...

Sneaking towards the cafeteria, keeping an eye out still for anyone who hadn't gone to their dorms yet from Kaylie's group, she sprinted across the main hall and towards the other side of the Academy, though her speed was shortlived. Not used to so much physical activity in one day, and with her adrenaline at an all time low, her earlier exhaustion caught up with her quickly, and she took the final stretch of the way towards the cafeteria at a more comfortable pace.

Panting by the time she had reached the grand double doors of the food court, she shoved them aside, shutting them behind her as stepped inside prepared to rest, only to be greeted by the kitchen lights being on, a slew of hushing sounds, and the clattering of dropped pans. Angry, hoarse whispers rose from within the kitchen, and Emily facepalmed. _Great, just what I needed, food thieves. _She thought, Guess I have to deal with this now too...

Readying her wand and finally dropping her disguise spells, she placed a simple lock on the doors behind her to keep anyone from barging in while she was dealing with these intruders, whoever, or whatever, they were. Creeping ever closer to the counter, Emily heard the violent shushings and scampering stop, the invaders clearly fully hidden by this point. She looked around, before going around the serving counter to the door. The kitchen was the most technologically advanced place in the school, one of the few places where Witches were allowed "modern" non-mag conveniences such as gas stoves or running water was in the kitchen, as almost every other task could be automated by magic easier, or more safely. Fire magic, however, was a dangerous skill to control, and witches and mages alike were hesitant to trust just anyone with it around important buildings, nonetheless something as highly protected as the Witchcraft Academy.

Emily knew this, and often took advantage of it when she wanted to practice her water magic without traveling all the way to the river, or during the colder months. And now, she planned to drench whoever was hiding in the kitchen and boot them out in a way that they'd never want to return. The possible dangers of approaching magical creatures confident or dumb enough to invade the Witch Academy barely phased her, as all Emily wanted after that a day of non-stop action was a nice rest, and she'd go through anyone to get it. Whether it be animal spirits, fairies, or even-

"Ack!"

She had spotted one of the intruders, the small, hairy humanoid creature hiding on top of a tall ice box, its light brown fur doing it no favors against the white structure it hid on top of with the room's lanterns lit. She quickly realized it was a Goblin, an intelligent and cunning creature usually known for their ugly appearances and uglier manners. However, the Goblins near the Academy were different. The magical forest that surrounded the school was home to many kind fae and spirits, who often only appeared threatening to keep out would-be invaders of their home, and over the years as Goblins began to appear around the forest, the fae's cute and innocent appearances seemed to rub off on them. No longer ugly, though not what most would call adorable either, they were much more fluffy than hairy, and their skinny limbs and boney bodies were slightly more plump with similar proportions of fat and muscle distribution to humans, much moreso than their spindly-limbed foreign cousins. With their larger heads, almost seeming comically large for their body size and height, their appearance all added up to giving them a closer likeness to an fluffy Elf. They were far less threatening in practice as well, though still formidable hunters in packs, and more intelligent overall than other species.

Speaking of aggression, one of the small, pointy nosed creatures lunged at Emily from behind, a small wooden spoon held in his hand as though it were a mighty sword, his screams loud enough it almost sounded like he was trying to be as noticeable as possible. The experienced Witch spun around and delivered swift knee to the goblins face, sending him back and landing on his hairy buttocks. This will be easy enough. She smirked.

She looked around the room, about four more goblins emerging, plus the one from the top of the freezer began to climb down. Six in total, one definitely knocked out. Goblins were far from magically advanced enough to counter or cast any spells, so even with what little energy Emily had left she was sure she could deal with them. Motioning them to bring it on, Emily readied herself to call forth a burst of water from the sink behind the hairy attackers. They shared a glance, clearly having a plan in mind, before charging her down.

She dodged one of the two goblins approaching her from the front, before dousing them both in a stream of water siphoned from the sink, following it up with a swift pair of incantations for a frost spell, locking their feet to the ground, and a simple sleep spell, leaving them out cold. Two more came at her from the sides, the first holding a knife, and the other a small metal pan. Choosing to take out the more deadly Goblin first, Emily sidestepped his first lunge, the other Goblin from behind her clumsily slipping on a trail of ice left from Emily's prior attack, landing face first against the stone tile floor. So far only one of them seemed competent, that being the one wielding the dagger.

Positioning in front of her again, the knife-wielding Goblin slowly circled around her. She noticed he was the tallest, standing at what could only be around three and a half feet tall, his head just reaching up to her abdomen, a simple brown loincloth wrapped around his waist to cover what little else besides his face that wasn't covered in hair. She also observed all too late that she had bumped up against the kitchen counter behind her. Luckily, she was positioned directly in front of the sink.

With his target pinned against a wall, the Goblin charged Emily yet again. She placed her wand behind her back, muttering an incantation under her breath, building up a ball of water to instantly freeze on impact with the Goblin. Watching the Goblin approach her, Emily waited until just the right moment, just before he leaped towards her-

The Goblin skidded to a stop, dropping his stance with his knife and backing up, smirking. What? Wait, where's the fifth one!?

It was too late, her wand was snatched from behind her back. Emily spun around only to be met with a puff of powder blown into her face by the missing Goblin. She knew instantly what it was, paralysis powder, and a potent batch at that, as she dropped to the ground after breathing in only a faint whiff, her legs and arms numbing.

"Ohhh, fuck me..." She muttered out through tingling lips.

"Don't worry, dearie. We plan to~" The Goblin holding the powder replied, female judging by her voice, body type, and slightly less messy hair, the fluff on her head longer than any of the others, tied into a simple ponytail.

It wasn't long before the paralysis powder began to ware off, a tradeoff of its quick activation Emily guessed, but the Goblins worked faster still. The two that were still standing tied her hands behind her back, the third getting up from where he had slipped.on the ice to help, the trio dragging her over to a chair in the cafeteria and further binding her legs there.

The trio of short hairy creatures watched her struggling intently, before one of the male Goblins went to check on the others. Emily decided to try her luck reasoning with them, as for how cunning and mischievous they could be, they were nowhere near as cruel as other Goblin subspecies.

Or so she recalled.

"H-hey, we cah shtill tahlk thish ouh, righ?" She tried to speak, but her speech came out muddled and her tongue and jaw were uncooperative.

The lead Goblin, the female, laughed her proposal off.

"Sorry dearie, but ye lost all yer bargainin' chips once we nabbed this bad boy," She waved around the stolen wand in front of Emily's face, the danger she was in still apparent as the Goblin with the knife approached her.

"W-woagh, hey! Don' hurht me! I-I'm shure thersh shomeshing elsh you wansh?" Emily pleaded, **** for her life at this point.

The Goblin looked surprised at her, then at the dagger in his hand, before laughing as well.

"Oh, relax, ye big baby! This lil toy's just fer show," He dragged his finger across the blunted blade of the knife to prove his point, before continuing, "We don't want to hurt anybody, just get a bit o' food! We're goin' through a famine in the forest right now, the other Goblin clan's hoarded all tha food in tha woods but nuts and poison berries, and right before Winter no less! The bastards..."

Emily relaxed in her binds, still wary but now sympathetic of her captors. She realized as quickly as the idea came to her that offering them food as a deal to let her go meant nothing, as they could already take as much as they wanted and just leave her bound here to be found in the morning, but she decided to try for a different offer.

"Hey, take all the food you wahnt, but would you at leasht mind leaving my wand around me so I can keep up the barricade spell on the door, and to try and keep the noise down? There are more people out and the last thing either of us wants is for someone to barge in now." She reasoned, her muscle control finally coming back enough to speak properly.

The female Goblin nodded moving to set the wand by her, but the third came back from the kitchen and shot her a piercing look, holding a sausage in one hand and a sack of food in the other.

"And why should we trust you'z with yer own wand? Toild and Klurk are still frozen solid 'cause o' you'z, and Ming 's out cold wit' just a kick to 'is stomach. If anythin', I says we keep the damn stick." He shoved the whole sausage into his mouth after ending his point, hardly chewing before licking his fingers clean as well.

The female Goblin turned to him, holding the wand behind her, and said "Now now, Dod, don't ye forget what we're dealing with. Stealing food from Witches is one thing, stealing their wands is a whole different matter," She turned back to Emily and set the wand beside her, though just out of arms reach, even without her binds.

"Now, how abouts we discuss what ye'll do for us to make up fer hurtin' Toild, Klurk, and Ming now that we've got ye tied up, eh, pretty little lady~?" The knife-wielding Goblin said, licking his lips in a not-so-reassuring way.

"You've got to be kidding me..." Emily muttered under her breath in disbelief, as the two male goblins undid their loinclothes and pulled out their members. They had... Shockingly large dicks for their stature, Emily noted, almost as wide around as their arms. They had to be at least six inches each, the rude Goblin's nearing six and half jut by eyeballing it, and that's just how they looked with all the hair in the way. Emily swallowed, her throat dry and mind ablaze with confusion and panic. Is this it? My first time is gonna be with GOBLINS of all things!? Luckily, the female goblin cleared her throat, stopping Emily's would-be assailants in their tracks.

"'Scuze me, gentlegobs, WHAT do you think yer doing!? Assaulting this poor lady, who was only defending herself?" Emily thought herself saved, as the female Goblin approached her, climbing up onto the seat beside hers and sitting down. Before she could thank her supposed saviour though, the Goblin grabbed her cheeks and planted a firm kiss on her lips, continuing on.

"At least get ta know her first~ The name's Hobbi. That's Gird," She pointed to the knife wielding Goblin, then at the rude one, "And that's Dod. What's yer name, sweetheart?"

Taken aback and finding herself somewhat aroused and befuddled by the sudden kiss from the pale-skinned, short, fluffy woman, Emily began sizing her up, breaking contact with her striking red irises, a trait all Goblins shared. She was nothing like the thinner male goblins, her brown fur well taken care of and groomed, her long ears and pointy slightly shorter than the theirs too. Her body was pear-shaped, with large breasts in comparison to her body's size, nipples hidden beneath a layer of fuz, her hips wide and thighs plump. She was a veritable shortstack, and Emily was surprised at how close to the proportions of an adult human Goblins really came, save for their larger heads, just appearing as though they were a scaled down person. She had always heard they were closer in body type to gnomes...

Snapping out of her brief and confusing trance, Emily replied.

"Er, Emily. I-I'd, uh, rather not do anything lewd, if you don't mind? I'm really, really tired. Its been a long day..." She pleaded, her worries now returning to her. However, the goblins looked suspicious, so she added one last plea, "A-and this would be, uh, my first time..."

The trio of hairy assailants glanced at eachother, and she couldn't tell if her final words helped her case, or just excited them more. Hobbi hopped off the chair and grabbed the other two around the shoulders, forming a circle of discussion. As with earlier, their attempts to hide their dialog were... Unsuccessful, to say the least, as they whispered almost as loud as they normally talked.

"Well, should we leave her be? As excited as I'm sure ye two horny bastards are about deflowering this lovely lass, I'd feel at least a bit sorry fer her if it were this unceremonious, and she did seem awf'ly worn out earlier during our scuffle..." Hobbi asked.

"Humph, tha's what she WANTS ye ta think, yer just too kind! She's got tha energy ta beg and tha skill ta fight, so she's got tha energy and skill ta sit still and take our dicks!" Dod scoffed.

"Clearly ye've never taken one yerself, ye insensitive dick-fer-brains! As a lady meself, I know fer a fact how difficult "sittin' there takin' dick" can be! Especially fer a newbie." Hobbi snapped back, Emily now fully rooting for her.

A few more insults were tossed back and forth, before the two settled down. The argument was going nowhere, so the two turned to Gird, awaiting the tie-breaking response. Emily eagerly anticipated his reply, praying it was favorable to her...