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You love your friends, you really do. You’ve jumped into deadly situations to help them without a thought to your own safety, and you’d do it again in a heartbeat. In return for your undying loyalty, maybe someday they’ll learn to stop causing so many problems for you.
It’s just another average potion lesson; you follow along as best you can while Ace and Grim bicker with each other and Deuce tries his hardest to ignore them before getting sucked in to the fight. The four of you are gathered around the large cauldron and slowly pouring in more ingredients with every step of the complicated recipe. The arguing from either side of you is growing increasingly heated, and you have a bad feeling this going to end in disaster.
“That’s the wrong bottle! You were ‘sposed to grab the purple one!”
“How would you know? Cats can’t even read!”
“How many times I gotta tell ya, I’m not a cat!”
“Guys, cut it out. We’re gonna get detention again-”
“You stay out of this, it’s between me and the cat.”
“I ALREADY TOLD YOU, I AIN’T A CAT!”
You should have expected Grim to lunge at Ace, but you’re not fast enough to stop him. He launches his fat little body across the cauldron and only manages to fall right into the simmering liquid, knocking half a dozen open vials into the mixture with him. All four of you scream as you’re splashed with the ruined potion. Thankfully it’s not hot enough to cause any severe injuries, but after a few seconds there’s an unfamiliar tingle beginning to spread through your body.
Crewel makes it across the room in record time, looking absolutely furious. He takes a moment to scoop a sample of the liquid into an empty bottle before herding the entire group out of the classroom and into his office. “Stay,” he snaps his fingers and all of you stand rigid in front of his desk. “You. Speak,” he points at Deuce.
“It was an accident, sir! Ace and Grim were fighting again, and me and her were trying to stop them and follow the lesson but they wouldn’t quit, and then Grim jumped at him and fell in the cauldron.” He’s sweating a lot.
“Do you pups have any idea what you’ve created?” Your teacher is glaring at the cloudy mixture with disdain, and none of you have an answer. You glance among your friends and see Ace’s eyes watering, only confusing you more. Is he crying?
Grim squints at it. “Nope, not a clue. Looks gross, though.” His voice sounds off, and it takes you a second to notice he’s drooling heavily. What the hell is going on?
“If you recall, you were supposed to be creating a basic first aid tonic to reverse dehydration. Instead, what you’ve made is a hazardous liquid that increases your bodies' fluid production.”
All of you swallow nervously and Ace is the first to speak. “What do you mean by hazardous? We’re, uh, not gonna die or anything, are we?” You remain silent; it’s obvious how the others are suffering, but you’re not showing any symptoms yet and there’s a sinking feeling in your gut. As if on cue, the uncomfortable tingling grows stronger and you’re horrified when it settles in your chest. Oh no, this can’t be what you think it is. Tears are prickling at your eyes already and you try not to panic.
“You’ll be fine, it should wear off by the end of the day.” That’s a relief to everyone. “I expect you three to attend all your classes without issue,” he stares them down, but his gaze is more understanding when he looks at you. “You however are excused.”
“Hey, why’s she getting a free pass?”
You stare at him desperately, hoping for a less embarrassing answer. “She’ll be experiencing an uncontrollable nosebleed any minute now. That would be too much of a distraction for everyone; she’ll have to catch up on her own.” You’re so grateful, you could hug him. “I’d like to believe this will serve as an effective lesson on lab safety, and detention won’t be necessary today. Go clean up your mess before the bell rings.” Your friends hurry through the door before they can get themselves into any more trouble.
“Oh my god, thank you so much.” You take a deep breath to calm down, and to your horror, already feel your shirt tighten. “This’ll only last a couple hours?”
Crewel looks extremely unhappy; clearly, this was never in the job description. “You’re going to have a rough time of it regardless. There’s a plant in the botanical garden,” He pulls out a book and shows you a page. “Milkbloom flowers. Steep a handful of them in boiling water for five minutes, and it will decrease your discomfort. I recommend you get them sooner rather than later.” You take the book from him and feel heat rise to your cheeks at the description.
Of course, milkbloom’s most prolific use needs no introduction. It has been popular for centuries in easing lactation discomfort, especially for the mother weaning her babe from the breast-
You slam the book shut and hurry out of his office before things get worse.
You count your lucky stars that there aren’t any classes scheduled in the garden; you should have no problem finding that plant and getting back to Ramshackle without being seen. Unfortunately, “no problem” has never been your experience in Twisted Wonderland. You spend a few minutes looking unsuccessfully for those damn flowers only to come up empty. They have to be around here somewhere, right? You groan in frustration; aware of how much heavier your breasts feel by the minute, you wander over to check another corner of the greenhouse. You reach up to check a nearby tree and cry out at the unexpected soreness that explodes across your upper body. As if this day couldn’t get any worse, you hear the unmistakable sound of someone approaching and you freeze.
“Who’s stomping around in the middle of the day? Some of us come here to get some peace and quiet, jackass.”
You know that voice. What have you done to deserve this?
“Uh, h-hey Leona. Sorry, I was just grabbing something for Crewel. I promise I’ll be quiet.” In your mind, you’re screaming for him to go back to sleep.
He yawns, but only tilts his head curiously. You’re acting weird, and it’s piqued his interest. “What’s up with you today-” He steps closer, and there’s a sickening moment of realization when you remember beastmen have a much stronger sense of smell than humans. You watch as his expression changes from teasing to shocked, and then unexpectedly serious.
“I’m just gonna go,” you announce nervously.
He moves slowly, resting a hand on your shoulder with surprising gentleness. “Herbivore, look at me. I’ve got a real awkward question, and I’m gonna need an honest answer.”
Every time you think you can’t be more embarrassed, you’re proven wrong. “I don’t wanna talk about-”
“Whose is it?”
Now, you’re the one confused. “Whose is what?”
“You know what I mean. Is it the annoying one with the spikey hair or the stupid loud one?”
“Ace and Deuce? They haven’t done anything.”
His grip on you tightens. “Is it Jack’s?”
You’re totally baffled. “What are you even talking about?”
This may be the angriest you’ve ever seen him. “Don’t play dumb with me. You’re gonna tell me who knocked you up so I know whose dick I need to go rip off.”
“What!? Oh my god, nobody knocked me up!”
He snarls. “I’m not an idiot, you reek like a new mom. I just wanna have a little talk with whoever’s fault that is.”
“Leona,” you try again, grabbing at his face to look him in the eye. “I’m not pregnant, I swear! We just screwed up a potion in class, that’s all.”
He doesn’t look convinced. “The hell kind of potion …wait, was it that dehydration fix? That’s like day one stuff, how’d that happen?”
The effects are hitting you at full force now and you do your best to ignore the discomfort. “They started fighting, knocked a bunch of extra ingredients in, everybody got splashed, and now we’re all leaking different fluids. The others got sweat and tears and drool, but I got, well…” you look down at your noticeably swollen chest and he follows, obviously putting the facts together.
“Oh. That’s rough.” He rubs the back of his neck almost sheepishly. “Sorry, I kinda flew off the handle there.”
“It’s fine. It’s actually pretty sweet to know you care that much.” You look over at the trees behind him. “Any idea where I could find milkbloom flowers, though? They’re supposed to help with, um, my problem.”
He reaches for a branch above your head and snaps a large sprig off for you. “These ones. They’re only gonna do so much good, though.”
You pause with your hand halfway out to grab the flowers. “What does that mean?” You’re almost afraid to hear the answer.
Leona has the courtesy to look just as uncomfortable as you feel. “My sister-in-law complained about it a lot after Cheka was born. It takes away the pain, but it doesn’t do anything about all the milk.” He winces at the last word, regretting this entire conversation.
You don’t want to cry in front of him, but you’re rapidly approaching your breaking point. “What am I supposed to do? I can’t just go around like this!” You gesture to your heavy breasts and his gaze lingers on them, silently considering something.
“Hey, feel free to slap me for this, but if you’re desperate…” he says slowly, carefully choosing his words. “I could help you with it.”
You scoff. “What? You’re gonna milk me or something?”
He doesn’t laugh. “Or something,” he agrees then sticks out his tongue as a hint.
Your face burns, but a bolt of something shoots through your belly. “I…I don’t know about that.”
He runs a hand through his perfectly tousled hair. “You’ve got the flowers. If you’d rather just go back to that decrepit shack you call a dorm and squeeze it out on your own, I’ll walk you there so nobody fucks with you on the way. But if you want to take care of it fast, we can just do it and never talk about it again.”
He does have a point, it would be a relief to get it out of the way as soon as possible. “And we’ll never talk about it again?” He nods; despite all the headaches he’s caused you in the past, you know you can trust Leona to keep his word. “Okay. I want your help.”
“Do you wanna go home and do it?”
It’s a solid twenty minute walk back to Ramshackle, and you’re already suffering. “No. Could we just take care of it here?”
He’s obviously trying to be considerate towards you, but you don’t miss the familiar smirk on his face as he takes you by the hand and leads you deeper into the garden to hide yourselves away from the path behind a huge tree. You know this isn’t supposed to be a romantic moment and it’s probably better to treat it as the platonic favor it is, but when he reaches down to unbutton your jacket you can’t help wishing he’d kiss you.
You shrug it off your shoulders to hang it safely on a low branch and start on your vest. “I can take it off myself,” you insist, only partially to hide your nerves. He makes himself comfortable while you strip, stretching out on the ground and lounging against the tree trunk as if this was just another one of his usual naps. He pulls his gloves off slowly, and something about that makes you stomach twist again in a way that has nothing to do with your unfortunate situation. Your shirt is next, the buttons strained to their limit trying to keep you contained.
“Damn, that potion really did a number on you,” he notices at the sight of your bra. You’ve gone up more than a full cup size and and the poor thing is fighting a losing battle. Your breasts are squashed uncomfortably beneath the fabric, at least in the places where they’re not spilling out of it entirely. With a resigned sigh you reach behind you to unhook it, but your fingers are far too clumsy in the moment to accomplish the task. “Come here, I’ll get it.” He pats his thigh and you waver for a moment before cautiously lowering yourself to straddle his lap. Your skirt bunches up higher on your thighs, and you’ve never wished for pants harder in your life.
Leona unhooks it easily and lets it hang limply from the straps while you gather the courage to pull it off. You know it’s stupid, but part of you is a little worried what he’ll think of you. One of his hands settles at the small of your back and rubs soothingly at your skin. “Relax, herbivore. It’s just me.” He crooks a finger into the middle of your bra and you allow him to tug it down. “If it hurts too much or you wanna stop for some reason, lemme know.”
“Yeah, okay. Just watch your teeth, alright?” He agrees and pulls you closer before he brings a hand to your breast and gives it a soft squeeze. You hiss but wave him off when he pauses. “I’m fine, they’re just really sore. Let’s get this over with.” Your nipples are already stiff, and your breath catches in your throat when Leona’s tongue flicks against one. This isn’t sexual, you force yourself to remember as he takes it into his warm mouth.
You have no idea what to expect when he starts to suck at you. It hurts at first, and you grit your teeth to keep from whining. You’ve already decided on this, you refuse to do anything except power through it. After a few seconds you feel something inside you shift and there’s a strange pressure in your breast. You almost pull away out of surprise before it occurs to you the feeling must mean it’s working. The pain fades soon enough into something that’s not entirely unpleasant. “Is it weird that it doesn’t feel bad?” Leona’s answer comes as a vague noise, but you catch him rolling his eyes at you.
The two of you fall into an unexpectedly comfortable silence together as you let him work. You finally begin to feel some relief as the minutes tick by and absentmindedly reach for his hair to run your fingers through the messy strands. His hands are warm on your back and chest, and you try to ignore the uncomfortable thought that maybe you’re starting to like how this feels. This isn’t sexual, you scream at yourself internally. It’s just a friend helping a friend, there’s nothing more to it…
The hand at your back twitches when you scratch at his soft ears, and you’re rewarded with the muffled sound of him purring in response. You’d think it was cute, if only the vibration didn’t send a jolt from your sensitive nipple right down between your thighs. You moan and squirm hard before you can stop yourself, and the illusion that this was something innocent pops like a balloon.
You pull away, mortified. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it weird. I…I can probably take care of myself from here, if you don’t want to-”
“Herbivore.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and fixes you with a sharp glare. “I’m down here sucking your tits and you think I’m offended that you’re getting off on it?” You can’t look him in the eye, and he scoffs. “Does this seem like I’m offended?” He takes you by the hips and pulls you down further into his lap until you can feel exactly how hard his dick is in his pants. “Just relax, I said I’d take care of you.” He flashes that damn smirk again then grabs for the back of your neck to pull you down for a long kiss. This man truly has no shame.
He returns to your chest soon enough, and now with his permission you calm down and allow yourself to enjoy it. Your fingers tighten in his hair, his enthusiasm obvious in the little growls and hums he lets out and the smug grin against your skin. His hand slips below your skirt to trail up your inner thigh and he gives a satisfied noise at the wetness between your legs. It won’t occur to you until later that he’s been able to smell your arousal the whole time, but feeling such a strong reaction from you is a compliment he’ll gladly accept.
“Touch me again,” you insist and it’s all the encouragement he needs. He teases you over your underwear, stroking along your folds and circling your clit through the fabric. “That’s…fuck, Leona.” You don’t care how needy you sound, he’s earned you praise after all his help. You wriggle in his lap as he rubs at you, raking your nails across his scalp and holding him tight to your aching nipple. The noise he makes is quiet but you hear the affection in it and you pet his ears in response.
It’s still not enough, and you let yourself be a little greedy. You reach under your skirt to pull your panties aside for him, fully aware that you’re declaring yourself open season for him. He takes you up on the offer immediately, without a second thought his fingers are teasing the entrance of your cunt and pressing inside when he finds no resistance. Your voice comes out loud and desperate as they sink into you, you can feel his pleased grin against your chest at the sound. His tail twitches beside your leg when he hears how nicely you’re moaning his name.
There’s still the smallest voice far back in your head second-guessing all of this, but it’s quickly being overpowered by his encouragement and raw, electric feeling in your nerves. “You’re real cute like this, herbivore.” You rut into his hand as he spreads you open with his fingers and brushes his thumb across your clit. “Shame it’s gonna wear off eventually, wouldn’t mind helping you out again.” he teases. There’s a lot less pressure in your breasts, it seems like he’s fulfilled his part of the bargain and is unfortunately free to run his mouth now. “Not that you need the excuse next time you wanna have some fun.”
The tension in your stomach tightens sharply and you can’t deny how much you like that last suggestion. Your interest in Leona has, just maybe, never been entirely platonic; the idea of that interest being mutual makes you feel so warm inside. You kiss him before he can pick on you any more and it doesn’t take long for his tongue to push past your lips. There’s a lingering hint of something in his mouth that must be from you; it tastes better than you expected, and you’re caught a bit offguard that you don’t hate it. “You’re in a generous mood today, huh?”
“It’s not generous when you earned it,” you shoot back and he laughs.
“That’s my girl.” His fingers shift inside you and he lets out a satisfied purr as your pussy squeezes tight around them. “Didn’t think you’d be such a pervert.”
You drop your own hand down to brush over his cock. “You’re one to talk.”
His smile is infectious. “Never said I wasn’t.”
You learn quickly that he can’t run his mouth when it’s occupied with your own, and you’re happy to keep him busy like that. His smug attitude only grows as he works you over, he can tell exactly how much you’re loving his attention and every reaction you give him just encourages him to push you further. His thumb presses roughly on your clit and you pull away with a shudder. “Leonaaa,” you whine, and he looks unbearably pleased with himself.
“This what you want, herbivore?” You nod and stammer out a yes for him, and he has the gall to laugh at you. “You’re lucky I’m so nice,” he taunts. His fingers shift inside you to hit your g-spot dead on and your hips rock hard into his touch. “Good girl, show me how much you love it.” He fucks you on his hand, relishing every little sound you make until it’s finally all too much and you come for him with a sharp cry. You cling to his shoulders like a lifeline, wrinkling the fabric of his shirt even worse than usual while he gives surprisingly soft kisses to your sweaty skin. “You’re okay, I’ve got you,” he soothes as you ride out your orgasm in his arms.
“Fuck…um, thanks. For, y’know, all of that,” you mumble awkwardly. You glance up at him and see that his eyes are focused like a laser on you, his ears angled tensely back against his head. You swallow when you realize he’s looking at you like a wounded gazelle about to be lunch. “Leona?” You fidget in his grasp and he pulls you even further onto his lap.
He angles his hips up to press his erection against you; it doesn’t take a genius to realize what he wants. “How ‘bout it, sweetheart?” Was this greenhouse always so unbearably warm? You chew your lip for a second and consider things. Everyone else is in class, but you are still technically in public; can you really afford to press your luck anymore here? On the other hand, Leona isn’t concerned at all about being caught and he’d know better than anyone if someone had business in the garden. He’s been so good to you already, and you can’t ignore how appealing the idea is of returning the favor…
Finally, you give him a decisive nod. “Yeah, I want to.” You fumble with his belt for a moment before he shoves your hands away to do it himself. “Just don’t…y’know, inside me,” it feels awkward to even ask, but he’s happy to agree. The milk thing is the most obvious side effect from that botched potion, but you can’t be sure that’s the only problem it’s caused with your hormones and there are risks you’re not willing to take.
“Got it. Believe me, the last thing I need is another obnoxious little furball to deal with.” He shoves the front of your skirt up into the waistband to give himself a nice view and licks his lips at the sight of your exposed cunt. His fingers tighten at your hip while he lines himself up with his other hand and you can feel the head of his cock sliding along your wet folds. He gives you a firm squeeze to move and you don’t hesitate to obey, sinking down to take as much of him as you can on the first stroke. “You’re so damn wet for me,” he groans, it only makes you more impatient for him. “Poor thing, I bet you haven’t had a good fuck since you showed up here.” He’s right, but it’s not as if you’ve had much opportunity for it between classmates overblotting on a regular basis. He grabs at your ass through your skirt to guide you further down, loving how eager you are for it.
You run your fingers through his messy hair and feel his ears flutter at your affection. “You know you’re a lot more charming when you don’t talk.” He looks up at you with a wicked spark in his eyes as he bottoms out inside you and drags a choked sigh from your throat at how his cock stretches you.
“Keep up the sass and maybe I’ll leave you to deal with this alone.” It’s an empty threat and both of you know it; he’s not about to give up what everyone on campus has been drooling over for months now. Your knowing smirk is just as devious as his, and he can’t bother keeping up the charade. “Now get over here.” You’re happy to oblige, leaning in for another long kiss as strong arms guide you up and down his dick. His lips trace down your neck to nip at your pulse. “Tell me what feels good, sweetheart.”
It’s almost a surprise to see Leona so willing to make you the priority. You’d never admit that you assumed he’d be selfish and lazy even during sex, but you can accept your mistake when he’s following a bead of sweat down your collarbone and making you wriggle in his lap. “You…your mouth…” you stammer, only a little embarrassed at how easy you’re making it for him. He laughs against your shoulder, absolutely delighted at your enthusiasm when his fangs press along your skin. You know he wouldn’t hurt you; there’s no real danger behind his sharp kisses but it’s still enough to remind you of his strength.
“You can have whatever you want.” He ruts harder up into you and your lips crash down on his to hide your moan. “Fuck,” he growls as your pussy clenches tight around him. You may be thoroughly preoccupied by his noises and the pound of your own heartbeat in your ears, but his superior hearing is all too aware of the obscene, wet sound of you taking his cock deep inside you over and over. “Good little herbivore,” he murmurs in your ear and his grip tightens to spur you on. He nuzzles into the corner of your neck and shoulder to breathe in your scent and sucks a mark into your skin without you noticing. You won’t be thrilled to discover it later, but at least it’s somewhere you can hide.
What you want most is to rip that shirt open and run your nails over those pecs he’s always giving you a glimpse of, but you’re still capable of some restraint. Instead you sit up straighter and guide him back to your chest. “Just a little more,” you rasp, and he’s all too willing to seal his lips around your oversensitive nipple again. Your fingers drag through his hair as your other hand slides down between your bodies. There’s no trace of the patience he’d shown you earlier; there’s no room for it when you’re just as thrilled for a fast, messy fuck. You brush over the base of his cock beneath you and Leona lets out a pleased growl against your breast. You clench tighter around him as your fingers move to settle on your clit, you won’t need much more to come and he’s ready to push you into it.
“Don’t stop,” you pant as he ruts up into you. “Don’t stop. Leona, please…” You’re distracted until he nips sharply at your chest and you squeal loudly. His tongue flicks softly over your nipple and you’re gone; you’re so sensitive right now, it’s like a lightning storm beneath your skin as your entire body goes rigid against his. Your breath comes out as desperate little whimpers that he’ll be thinking about for weeks while he buries his dick deep inside you. Your nails rake across his scalp, frantic for anything to ground yourself as you come hard in his lap. Leona’s no help at all; you’re not even allowed a moment to rest and savor the feeling when he’s demanding you keep up with his pace. “Too much, I’m tired,” you complain pitifully.
You’re too far in your own little world to appreciate how ragged his laugh is. “Play fair, herbivore. You can stop once I’ve have my fun.” Despite his teasing, he won’t keep you waiting much longer. He hasn’t exactly seen much action lately either, the way your cunt is squeezing at him is far too good to ignore. You’d almost forgotten your earlier agreement as his own breath shudders for a moment and he quickly lifts you off his throbbing cock. For all his many, many faults, no one could accuse Leona Kingscholar of disrespecting a lady’s interests. It doesn’t matter that you’re dead weight in his arms once your own orgasm fades; his focus shifts entirely to stroking himself against your slick folds to get himself off. His head rubs along your too-sensitive clit and you let out such a cute little whine he can’t hold back.
You’re in serious need of a nap but force your eyelids open to watch him. He’s gorgeous in the moment; head tilted back to show off the muscles of his neck, hair appealingly mussed and lips parted to let out a low, deep groan for you. You can feel him twitching beneath you, vaguely aware of the cum smearing safely outside your pussy across your pubic hair. You realize that you’re covered in a collection of various fluids and you might have found that gross at any other time, but for now you’re too worn out and satisfied to dwell on it. Leona’s warm hand splays over your back and coaxes you to lay against his chest, and you’re grateful for the affection.
It’s an unfortunate fact that you have to move eventually. You separate after a few peaceful minutes and slowly begin the monumental effort of standing. Your legs are like jelly as you look at him then down at yourself; the two of you are an absolute mess, it’s horrifyingly obvious what you’ve been doing. You clear your throat awkwardly but he interrupts before you can ask. “Relax, you think I can’t handle a basic laundry spell?” With a simple wave of his pen, that particular problem is solved. “As much fun as it’d be to show off, nobody else gets to see you like that.” The ulterior motive isn’t a surprise, but you still find him oddly sweet in his own unique way. He’s even willing to help you with your clothes, showing maybe a little too much enthusiasm in touching your chest as he adjusts the (still tight, but bearable) bra on your breasts and buttons your shirt over it. After everything, you shouldn’t be so amazed when he slips the nearly-forgotten flowers into your pocket and throws an arm around your shoulder.
“Leona?” You blink up at him, confused.
He scoffs. “What? I said I’d walk you home. I’m such a nice guy, I’ll go ahead and stick around to take care of you until that potion wears off.”
You can’t help your smile as you lean into his stronger frame. “Thanks, I’d appreciate it. You really are the best, you know.”
His smirk is as smug as always. “Oh, I know. And I’m sure if you think real hard, you’ll figure out some way to make it worth my while.”
Today might be your first genuine stroke of luck in Twisted Wonderland. Lounging in bed for hours while a handsome prince tends to your every need may be the kind of dream that only happens in fairy tales, but you should know by now that only makes it more likely here. He’s gone by the time your friends come running back to Ramshackle at the end of the day, apologizing repeatedly for your obvious exhaustion after what must have been a horrible day. You can’t spare too much attention to their conversation, not when your mind is so occupied with wondering when you might get a visit from a certain friend again.