Chapter 1
Juniper Silvertwist was only a simple woodland pixie. Only eighteen, with her slender, petite frame, and fragile, gossamer wings, she was far too weak a thing to have ever expected this: an invitation—or, rather, a compulsory summons—to such a formidable place as the Venus Institute.
Of course, when the letter reached her tree house and her face went pale with dread, her neighbors, a busty nymph and a thick-waisted brownie, had voiced their jealousy. And their disbelief.
“You!” the nymph had cried. “I’ve heard they break you in with a minotaur.” Her moss green eyes roved over Juniper’s tiny form. “A minotaur would snap you like a twig!”
“And those hips,” the voluptuous brownie said doubtfully. “The Institute is a college for fertile monsters. What if you’re knocked up by an orc or a troll?” Hands on her own generous hips, the brownie had given a pursed-lip frown. “Sorry, Juniper, but I just don’t think you’re built for it.”
And the brownie was right, Juniper now mourned as she found herself outside the Institute’s front gates. She read the sign posted above the wrought iron, The Venus Institute: Academy for Fertile Young Monsters, and shuddered. All supernatural creatures knew that the institute had only one goal—to increase the birthrate among all non-human species. It was the most intense, and most hands-on, sex education one could receive. Not that Juniper had much experience with that. In fact, her only experience was the local fuck-boy of a satyr. To say their few romps together were unfulfilling was an understatement.
A selfish lover—as all satyrs were known to be—he’d followed Juniper around when she was still a virgin, goading her for sex until she’d nearly lost her mind with annoyance. Finally, she’d given in.
That first time, she’d been nervous as he made her recline back against the nearest oak and part her legs so that his hairy lower half could fit between her thighs. But his cock had proved so unimpressive that she’d barely felt the tiniest pitch of pain when his stubby little nub entered her. After that, she entertained herself by watching the squirrels play as he poked inside of her with his thumb-like appendage. She was so preoccupied that she was startled when he suddenly grunted into her neck and then withdrew, leaving his sticky semen on her thigh.
From then on, anytime Juniper came within his sight, the curly down between the satyr’s thighs would tremble, then part as his mushrooming member peeked its head from its usual resting place. Not that it ever grew very much. And it was always so much quicker and easier just to find the nearest comfortable place to lie and let him poke her as he would.
Though, now that the Venus Institute had—most likely mistakenly—singled her out for her above-average fertility, she was glad he’d always cum on her thighs.
A mistake, she thought again, crinkling the letter in her small, green-fingered hands. Surely, the letter was meant for the nymph or the brownie, or perhaps one of her other woodland neighbors. Even the bog troll who lived in the swamp down the lane would be a more suitable candidate than her.
Comforted by the thought that this was all just a big misunderstanding, Juniper passed through the Venus Institute’s front gates.
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The Dean—an athletically built female who mostly resembled a human, were it not for the black horns jutting above her voluminous dark hair—stood before a podium in an ancient, dark-paneled lecture hall. Eyes that were more purple than blue swept across the students seated at the long tables spread throughout the room before her.
“Welcome freshmen,” she greeted with a smile that dripped sex.
The scrawny werewolf seated beside Juniper not-so-subtly adjusted the bulge in his trousers.
Juniper’s pink cheeks flamed crimson.
“Welcome and congratulations on your acceptance to this storied institution,” the Dean went on. “Here at the Venus Institute, we believe that getting your feet wet—or other vital parts of one’s anatomy—is the best way to start off with any new venture, so I’ll keep my words today brief and we’ll get right too it, shall we?”
A chorus of murmured consent followed, and the Dean’s smile grew. “Wonderful. Now, for a quick introduction, I am Professor Petrova, Dean of Students, and it is my responsibility to keep track of your progress, both in sexual experience and in terms of breeding, which you all know is the Institute’s primary concern.”
Her smile fell, a hush going over the room. “With the humans growing in numbers every year, it is more important than ever that monster populations increase, and here, our job is to make sure that each student successfully procreates at least once before leaving the school.”
Procreates at least once!?
Juniper looked around her, shocked to find most students nodding along as if this was the most natural thing in the world. To her left, a pretty, though ruthless looking, vampiress squirmed in her seat, face flushed with lust, as if she was ready to get to work on procreating that very moment.
“Now, for your first test, can anyone tell me what species I am?” the Dean asked.
Almost every hand in the room went up.
Stumped, Juniper shrank in her seat.
The Dean chuckled at the enthusiastic response. “Well, well, I’m impressed. Hmm,” she said, scanning the sea of students. “You there, the siren in the back.”
“You’re a succubus, professor,” answered the distant, and just as sexual, voice.
“Well done! Though I’d expect nothing less from a siren, since our two species are related. But yes, I am indeed a succubus.” The Dean paused for a moment, then gestured to the side of the room where several more horned females and males stood against the wall, waiting. “I and my other succubi and incubi colleagues will test each student today. Then tomorrow, each freshmen will receive their sorting badge, which is a signal to other students about which species you may or may not breed with. Now, are there questions before we begin?”
Juniper had plenty of questions, but found herself too shocked to voice a single one.
“Excuse me, professor,” one timid voice called. Juniper peered across the room to find a female cyclops—her single eye bordered with thick-rimmed glasses—with her hand raised. “I was wondering how likely is it for a student to be a universal breeder?”
Low chuckles filled the room and the cyclops’ cheeks reddened, though Juniper frowned. What was a universal breeder?
“Now, now, there are no silly questions here,” the Dean said, though she looked more than a bit amused. “But, while it is common that a student can breed with multiple species in their same genetic family—such as a succubus and a siren—true universal breeders are a scarcity. In fact, in all my time at the Venus Institute, I have yet to encounter one. But perhaps one of you will surprise me today.” She rubbed her hands together in anticipation. “Now, let’s get started, shall we?”
A wave of the succubus’s dark-nailed hand and a scroll hovered in the air before her. She read the first name listed there aloud: “Aello Aetos!”
After an awkward moment, a rustle of feathers drew the room’s attention. A winged female slowly stood. While her body—or what Juniper could see of it with the harpy’s school uniform covering her—was like that of any human woman’s, the harpy’s feathered wings were so large that she had to keep them slightly spread so they wouldn’t drag the floor as she made her way up the aisle toward the waiting Dean.
Once she reached the podium, the Dean greeted her with a smile, then gestured for one of the waiting incubi to step forward.
The male was handsome, dark-eyed, with the same obvious horns protruding from his skull. Juniper was surprised to see a black and scaly forked tail dragging behind him. “This is Professor Grigoryan,” the Dean said. “He will assess you today, Miss Aetos.”
The Dean then returned her attention to the rest of the class. “Since she has the pleasure of going first, we will allow Miss Aetos’s assessment to act as a demonstration to the rest of you. Pay close attention, because all of you will be assessed in a similar manner momentarily.” She turned and nodded to the incubus. “Professor, you may proceed.”
With bated breath, Juniper and the rest of the freshmen watched the harpy and incubus, and waited. Becoming equal parts nervous and impatient, Juniper pulled at the collar of her new school uniform, suddenly hot. Likewise, the vampiress to her left grew even more flushed. Juniper watched, mouth watering inexplicably, as the vamp loosened her uniform’s tie and unbuttoned the top few buttons of her white blouse.
“Holy shit,” the werewolf on her other side whispered to another werewolf beside him. “What’s happening to all these chicks, dude?”
Juniper tried to shake the sudden fog clouding her senses as she looked around her. The werewolf was right. Throughout the room, all the female students seemed suddenly discomposed. Many wriggled in their seats. All seemed hot and flustered, just like Juniper.
“It’s the incubus! Sex magic, man,” the werewolf’s friend answered. “Look!”
Juniper’s attention swiveled back to the podium. There, the harpy now stood naked. Softer downy feathers covered her arms and lower torso, just barely hiding her sex from view, but her breasts were on full display.
And Professor Grigoryan was taking full advantage.
The handsome incubus kneaded a heavy, thick-nippled tit with one hand, while his head bent, suckling the other.
Juniper crossed her legs, her panties suddenly wet.
The harpy’s eyes remained locked on the incubus, her jaw slack as she observed him feasting on her breasts. With a sudden burst of confidence—no doubt a product of the incubus’s lust magic—Aello’s fingers tangled in the professor’s hair. Juniper watched, fascinated, as the harpy grabbed the professor by his horns, pulling him closer.
The professor allowed it, sucking all the harder until half the harpy’s breast was pulled into his mouth. Almost as if he were feeding.
And maybe he was.
Was this how they were to be assessed? Did the succubi and incubi feed on their sexual energy to gauge their experience and breeding potential?
Juniper swallowed thickly. The possibility should have repulsed her. Instead, she found her breath quickening.
Even as she watched, Juniper felt her own clit throb with need as the professor’s hand roved down the harpy’s body, toward the place where her pussy was hidden by feathery down.
Beside her, the vampiress moaned. Her shirt was now completely undone, displaying her bra. Plaid skirt rucked up to her waist; she shamelessly rubbed two fingers against her wet underwear, grinding her clit with wild abandon.
Juniper felt her own hand drift to the waistband of her skirt.
At the front of the room, the incubus now had the harpy spread across the nearest table. Her sex—covered a moment before—was ringed with the tiny feathers, but its pink interior was on full display. The professor ran a finger down her center, testing, teasing. The harpy gave a desperate buck of her hips, driving his hand closer to where she needed him.
Grigoryan smirked. Then his own clothes were suddenly, magically gone. One hand still playing in the harpy’s shiny wet folds, he took his considerable length in the other, readying himself with a few firm tugs.
“P-please, professor!” the harpy cried.
“Good, Miss Aetos,” the professor grunted, hand still jerking his length.
Juniper’s eyes widened in astonishment as she saw it harden even more.
Her own pussy pulsing, wet, and aching like the Harpy’s, Juniper watched as the professor stepped up to where the other student lay spread-eagled on the table before him.
He bent, rubbing the tip of his cock into her messy folds. “Your body is quite responsive. I already have a feeling that your breeding level will be above average.”
And with no further ado, one brutal thrust of his hips seated him inside her.
The harpy cried out, a garbled mix of shocked pleasure edged with pain.
Beside Juniper, the vamp bucked and moaned. But Juniper froze, too fascinated to even react to her own body’s need for pleasure.
Professor Grigoryan punched his hips into the harpy, the motion brutal and efficient. But for every thrust he gave, the harpy answered, body jerking and writhing in a matching rhythm. Her dark-nippled tits bounced with the force of it. Mouth agape and eyes screwed shut, her moans echoed through the lecture hall.
Inexperienced as the harpy clearly was, Aetos took it. Every inch of Professor Grigoryan’s impressive dick. Filled with it, she only half-coherently begged.
“More, Miss Aetos?” the professor asked, teeth gritted above her. “Here you are, then.”
Grigoryan pulled back, revealing the harpy’s pink pussy, stretched taut around his rod, both of them shining with her juices. Then he drove in, hard. Seated to the hilt, he circled his hips, grinding into her exposed, swollen clit.
The harpy screamed her pleasure, entire body convulsing as she came on the professor’s cock.
More than a few answering moans filtered through the hall.
Beside Juniper, the vamp was a panting, half-naked mess.
As soon as the harpy’s convulsions ceased, a wet slurp sounded as Grigoryan pulled his cock free of her tight hole. Empty, the harpy whimpered.
Grigoryan—cock still jutting out, thick and throbbing before him— gave the harpy an appreciative slap on the thigh, then rejoined the other incubi and succubi near the far wall.
“But he didn’t even cum!” the werewolf mourned.
“Shh!” his buddy answered. “I wanna see who’s next.”
As if on cue, the Dean again stepped to the podium. Apparently unbothered by the harpy still spread-eagled below her, the Dean again read from the scroll: “Next . . .”
Her eyes lifted, scanning the room until they found
. . . her.
Juniper’s heart leapt into her throat.
