You are like water.

You take a deep breath and focus on your form. You calmly unbutton your shirt and ignore the fearful doubts flooding your mind, but use the surge of emotion as fuel to more vividly imagine your form. By the time you cast off your shirt, you look nearly identical to your human form, only with a translucent milky hue. You slips the pants off next, and you step out with strong legs and the cock you wish you had been born with. You stand before him scared, but determined, waiting with baited breath for the first strike.

You see a blur of moment then feel a searing, stabbing pain as you waist is split open. You feel yourself beginning to topple as the agony floods every sensation. You focus even more firmly on your form, using the pain as motivation, you seal up your wound as he cuts through you completely, saving yourself from falling at the last second. The professor allows a small, almost imperceptible smile to form on his face before slicing through your neck.

The pain strikes swift and sharp, but you are ready for it this time, focusing on your form and firming up before your head falls off. The class is on their feet, straining to see every slice, waiting to see if you'll remain firm or fall to pieces. Another slice from shoulder to hip, the pain is searing, but the wound heals with effort. A stab follows, and at first you quiver, unable to close around the sword still inside you. You fight the panic, and realize that you can take a form with a hole in your chest, the wound closing and leaving a membrane that allows the sword to pull out without wounding you. You feel ready to crumple, the strain is almost unbearable. Suddenly, Professor Espiritu lowers his sword, saying "Excellent work, Mr. Robertson. I know you can't take much more, but in time you may be able to endure indefinitely. If you all stay focused like this bright boy, you might all someday be able to be like water."

The bell rings and you sigh in relief. You slip into your clothes as your classmates mill out the door. One, a red head with plump lips, soft features and a shock of freckles across his button nose bumps into you with a muttered, "sorry." You feel a note in your hand after he passes you open it. It reads, "Erin room B222 <3". You smile and your cock stiffens in your pants. It looks like you might have found a study buddy with benefits.

You have time before your next class, and you try to follow Erin to wherever they're going next, but the crowd comes between you and soon they are lost. You curse your luck but tell yourself you can find her later. Things are finally looking up for you.

"Hey, slime slut." You hear Devlin's familiar growl as his hand closes around your neck from behind. Even in human form his hands are big enough to almost close completely around your slender neck. You suddenly don't feel nearly as optimistic or confident with him leading you down the hall like his little pet. Worse, you can't help but remember how good his cock felt in you or how natural yet naughty it felt submitting to a superior male. By the time he leads you to an empty restroom in a secluded corridor, you are conflicted and confused. You know you want him so bad you can taste it, but does that mean you have to throw away everything you've learned today?

He leads you into stall and closes it behind you. You feel so trapped...so helpless...so horny. Devlin turns you around so that you are facing him, but keeps his hand around your throat. With his free hand he unzips his pants and lets his thick, massive cock spill out. He smiles, no less threatening without the fangs and says, "Suck it, slime slut."