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“I didn't know the school was this cutthroat and...” You trailed off, prompting the two girls to look at you hesitantly. They both were very much on the same page about winning at all costs. They were at peace with the way the school was and were ready to take full advantage of the rules, or lack thereof. Saying that you wanted to go out and adventure and take action was undoubtedly the riskier move given what you just saw, but it was also a slight cop out. It was the way to avoid doing nasty things to others. An enthusiasm for that path suggested, at least subtly, that you were not able to push yourself to do such amoral things. That is what your hesitation suggested to them. Then you continued.

“Exciting!”

Both of their faces lit up maliciously. “I was not sure if we were on the same page, but I am glad we are.” Merit breathed a sigh of relief.

Esther's grin lessened to a subtle smile as she tilted her head to one side. “You don't mind a bit of preying?”

“If that's the way things are, we should do what we have to do, right? I don't want to sit in class all day doing work.” You remarked. It was true and they were for the most part right. Although it seemed evil to familiarize someone, you had to remember that those three were going out of their way to try and take from others for their own gain. You could try and do the same and maybe succeed, but it would be far more effective just to... Respond and react.

“I wanted to be an adventurer before I chose to come here. It seems like the other way would have been similar, but-”

“We play the other role, now.” Merit interjected.

“It is still like 'adventuring.'”

“It is?”

“Yes, but now we are going to present the obstacles and catch out those pesky 'adventurers.' Right?” The beastwoman stared down at the goblin for approval.

“Right.” Esther nodded.

“It's way easier to take from others than it is to make plans and go out of our way to take things for ourselves.”

You twisted your face up slightly as you heard that. It sounded a lot like you were going to be playing the role of the 'monster' almost. At the very least, the two girls were very keen on banditry. You suddenly chose to stare down at the goblin and ask.

“Are there any classes in this place, at all? I haven't been assigned any.”

She looked up at you smugly. “It's self study broken up by the occasional test. The only thing that matters is that you know your stuff for the tests. You can attend classes or you can get tutored if you've got the resources. For people like me, or you who was supposed to be in Coda, we probably don't need to attend class. Access to the library is all we need.”

Merit waved her hand dismissively. “The little one leaves a lot out. You do not need to have general knowledge, even. The school will teach general magicians but those are... Run of the mill. The normie folk that our friend talks about. For those like us Tintamere...” As she said that she stared pointedly down at the goblin.

“We are encouraged to specialize. Mastering one discipline of magic to the administration in this school is equivalent to achieving passing results on every other test.”

“That... Seems very flexible.” You commented. It sounded as if the school was very hands off. Students were for the most part free to succeed or fail in whatever way they chose. Classes were available for those who simply wanted to get their credentials and skills to make a solid living, but for those who wished to excel they were encouraged to do so at the expense of other studies.

“It is bold.” Merit corrected.

“It's stupid.” Esther sighed.

“If you try to master a discipline, something very few people can do, and fail? You get held back. Oh, and you neglected all your other studies to do it so good luck getting anywhere. You know the oldest student at the school currently is a Tintamere?” She held her hands out and shrugged.

“The Home produces way more failures than any other.”

“More winners, as well.” Merit stated comfortably, without disputing any of the other facts.

“Is that true?” You questioned Esther.

The goblin blushed, her green cheeks turning faintly yellowish. “T-technically.”

“Which house produced the least winners?” Merit grilled.

Esther grumbled quietly. “Coda.”

Merit laughed haughtily. “None of us are interested in quietly graduating. That is the Coda way, for the most part.”

Esther huffed. “It isn't just about quietly graduating. Coda's aren't winners but that's just because you never get credit for innovating and creating. Not in that way.” She stared up at you imploringly.

“Don't look down on it. Sure, it may seem like Coda's are boring, but that's just because all the skills you need to 'graduate quietly' are also what contributes to the best of us being able to invent spells and create strong objects. You can't do any of that without understanding fundamentals.”

You raised your hands in front of you defensively. “Both of you make good points.” You cringed as both girls went right back to ganging up on you.

“Boring.” Merit derided.

“Cop out answer.” Esther stuck out her tongue at you.

*

You were eventually **** to split up and go with Merit, as it came time for you to see your Home's accommodations. Just like everything in the school. The architecture was confusing and out of place. Despite being in one of the tall spires when you left, seemingly, walking down a very long hallway without every walking down a set of stairs brought you to ground level. The Tintamere Home was connected to the grounds and outside there was a fairly active area where students were training with weights. Merit also explained that there was a stable, as Tintamere were also active tamers and hunters and would go out into the wilder parts of the grounds to retrieve wildlife for some of the courses. It became very apparent that your new home was the active one. Everyone was always doing something rather obsessively. Striving to be the best. It both disheartened and motivated you.

It was disheartening because you did not feel as though you had something yet that you wanted to be the very best at. It was motivating, because you felt that with your skills, as soon as you found something you could move up in standing quite easily. None of these people knew you were a hero, after all.

“Come. I want to show you something.” Merit ordered, taking a sudden turn onto the grounds. She walked among large men, including many beastfolk men and humans. There were a few girls, as well, but the home was very much male dominated, if the training grounds were any indication. She did not mind any of them and simply walked confidently towards some weights. She did not even pay any mind as one whistled at her. Noticing your apprehension at seeing her being catcalled she simply shrugged once lightly.

“Pay no mind. Rabble can not help but admire me.”

“Is that so?” You wondered where all of her confidence overflowed from as she stepped right up to a bar. Looking at it closely, it did not look like much. Thin weights on either side looked as though they held sand and could not have been more than a few pounds each.

“These are magical weights.” She corrected you before you even had time to voice what you perceived. You thought that perhaps it was obvious what you were thinking.

“Go on and try to lift them.” You nodded at the request and bent down. As you grabbed the bar and pulled up Merit placed a hand on your back.

“Do not strain yourself.” Regardless of how much strain you placed on yourself, the bar was immovable. It was as though the two weights were stuck to the ground.

“Is... Is it a trick?” You questioned.

“Yes.” She responded frankly. She waited for you to release them and step back before continuing.

“They are set to be more than your body can physically lift. That goes for anyone that tries.”

“So what's the point?”

In response she moved you further back and crouched in front of the bar with her legs spread apart. Merit gripped it tightly and began to lift. The movement was explosive and the form was far better than yours. Her back was straight, her butt was out and her feet were planted firmly a good distance apart. She was lifting at first with her legs, which flexed as she brought the bar up, then the upward momentum was used to let her arms pull it up and over her head. Your eyes widened as you witnessed her holding the impossible weight up. Her ecstatic expression beamed down at you as she exhaled. Her whole toned, beautiful body was flexing and straining and shaking. Then, after a moment she stepped back and let it drop. The sound was surprisingly light, despite the apparent weight. You were reminded that it was only physically heavier than the person attempting to lift. Once it was released the actual weight could be presumed to be very light. Still, it was incredible that she could lift it at all.

“How'd you do that!?”

She stretched and lifted her head proudly, panting with her hands resting on her hips. “You can not lift it physically. So you need to use magic to extend your physical limits. Circulating magic throughout your body can increase your physical ability with specific techniques. When you are using magic to lift weights like these, your Mana essentially becomes another muscle in your body. That is fundamentally how mages train themselves, but we simple take it a bit more seriously with this discipline.”

She was sweating from just lifting that one weight over her head for a moment. The exertion must have been incredible.

“So could anyone lift that with a bit of magical ability?”

Merit shook her head. “The base weigh still needs to be lifted. Mages will use things like this to train their body and their Mana at the same time, because using things like these requires both to be in good shape.” She motioned around the grounds.

“This method is popular with beastfolk, because our kind are generally very strong already.” On further inspection you could see that many of the other men and a few women around the training yard who were using weights were using similar ones to the weights in front of you.

“You think I should train using these?”

“It is just a thought.” Merit winked. She slapped your back and began walking towards the entrance.

“Come! It is time to wash. I have made myself sweaty.”

You followed after her. “Why's that my concern?” Merit glanced back at you curiously. You realized what you were saying when you let yourself think for a moment.

“I mean... I understand?” You corrected. Merit smiled and offered a short nod, her tail wagging as she walked in front of you.

She took you down a very rare flight of stairs into a misty area of the school. The moment Merit passed the precipice she shimmied from her clothing and let it simply fall to the ground. She stepped free of her crumpled skirt and panties while unbuttoning her blouse.

“Pick those up, fold them and place them in one of the holes for me.” She ordered.

Without thinking you found yourself following behind her and collecting scraps of clothes. You did not think too much of it because each time you bent back up you saw a bit more of her bronze skin. Her toned ass was clearly visible, as were her thick thighs and hips. The only mystery to you after all of her clothing was removed were her perky breasts. So far she had only shown you her back, but she did not seem bashful at all. You placed the items carefully in a hole off to the side before entering. You heard faint feminine voices on the other side.

“W-wait. Is this the girls bath?”

“Yes.” She offered without turning around.

You choked out. “Am I allowed to be here?”

“Not at all, but rules are only enforced so far as people are able to enforce them.” She impatiently gripped your hand, allowing you to catch a glimpse of her perky chest from the side. Merit continued, pulling you into the vast, misty structure. It was cave-like and looked vaguely natural with pools of steaming water scattered about. There were some areas where water cascaded from opening in the wall or ceiling as well.

“If anyone sees you and does not want you here they will have to **** you out. That would mean going through both you and I combined. I believe you and I together could **** any woman to submit.”

That sounded vaguely malicious, like she was looking for trouble, but you were already well inside due to her dragging you. She gradually found a pool that she would have to herself and sat on the side cross-legged next to some supplies that had been left. A bucket and some soap inside.

“So what do you want me to-” She reached into the bucket and handed you the soap. Merit then scooped water from the pool and poured it over herself.

“Do you know how to use soap?” She questioned harshly.

“Well-”

You could tell by her tone that she was rolling her eyes. “Lather it into your hands and rub my body.” You rolled up your sleeves and set your cloak down. You were hesitant, even as you began rubbing the soap in your hands. It would have been difficult for you to not get hard in such a situation. You could smell her, due to being so close. She definitely needed a bath, you just were not sure why she needed you to give her one.

Hesitantly you asked. “You... Want me to do your back while you do the front?”

“No.” She added calmly.

“I want you to clean my body like I asked you to.” It was a haughty tone. One that demanded action from you, or else. What exactly she would do if you did not was uncertain. You cautiously brought your hands forward. She raised her arms accommodatingly and allowed you to run your arms up and down her sides, lathering her immaculate bronze skin generously. In line with what she asked, you finally moved forward and began lathering her breasts, starting with the side. You had never felt them before, to your memory and they felt about as nice as you imagined. There was quite a bit of give, allowing you to dig your fingers into the flesh quite well, but as you did they always bounced back to form easily. Beyond your expectations, she did not move and simply let you. For a moment you just pushed them together and let your hands circle them. Then you gripped them. They were small, but could still fill your hands.

“There is a question to be asked.” She began, seeming to have more on that. She paused, however to allow you to get at least one word in.

“Alright?” You were focused on lathering her tits. You had never touched a woman before and this one was giving you free reign of her body. You felt quite big and in control in that moment.

“A question of which of us will be in charge.” Your mind raced as Merit asked that. It felt like she was giving you a chance to choose. It already felt as though she was offering herself to you on a silver plate. You may have been able to assert yourself if you gave the right response. As all those thoughts crossed your mind she continued.

“It is rhetorical. Because I am in charge.” To punctuate that statement she ordered:

“Wash my back, now.” You gulped. It was not compulsion. It did not feel like magic. Her words simply rang with confidence and authority. She casually lifted the bucket of water and poured it over her lathered chest. The water and suds rand down her toned belly, between her thighs. You conceded, since you were not in a position to really take anything. The girls bath was a calculated move, you decided. She brought you into her territory and began ordering you around. If you refused, you were somewhere you did not belong in a place you were unfamiliar with. You did not think she would be so harsh as to do anything, but all of it felt intentional and subtly geared towards influencing you. Your hands moved to her back and ran up and down it, rounding her hips and her rear. Her firm body had no flaws. Even allowing you to feel her body felt calculated, like she was showing you that she was not your equal. She was better.

“The goblin and I have agreed that my wish will help both of us. What about you?” She was pressing you for an answer, even while her back was turned away.

“I... Don't really want anything specific.” You admitted.

Even while turned away you could hear her smiling in the way she spoke. “No, you want what I want.” She corrected.

“If you do not want anything. If you do not find anything important enough to want, or to take for yourself then your desires are weak.” She turned herself to face you and spread her legs. You were on your knees in front of the beastwoman. She felt incredibly tall before you, even sitting on her tone rear before you.

“I will become Queen of my land.” She stared down at you pointedly, her ears standing up perfectly straight, swiveled towards you. Her firm hand gently reached up and rested on your head, then gripped your mussed hair tightly. She pulled your head down between her thighs. Your face was inches from her glistening, beautiful cunt. The inside was a pretty pink color in contrast to the skin surrounding it. She was perfectly hairless all over her body, except for one single small tuft of dark, groomed hair above her pussy.

“I promise you, if you hold no strong desires I will take what little you have. I will make your desires mine. You will want what I want and never again be burdened by choice. It will be an existence blessed by certainty. MY certainty.” She turned her nose up, arched her back and leaned back on one hand. Her toes preemptively curled in preparation.

“So lick.”

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