by Lilly Wilder
Vivica looked at me in horror. “That means that we’re not going to be in the same group!” she exclaimed. She was right. If we were sitting near each other then we were definitely not going to be within the same group. Perhaps she could move? But everyone was statuesque and staring directly at Rakan. It would be too obvious. “Everything’s going to be fine. Just do your best.” May the Goddess help her. When he finally got to our table, I was holding my breath again. “Two” he stated when he pointed to me and “Three” when he pointed to Vivica. He continued the charade with the last two tables until we were all assigned our numbers.
“Now, all of the ones go to that corner of the room.” He pointed North.
“All twos go there.” He pointed East.
“All threes go there.” His hand shot out to the South corner of the room.
“And fours, you know where to go.” In the West.
“Now, go meet your leaders!” The scraping of metal chairs on concrete flooring was almost deafening. I turned towards Vivica to give her a good luck hug, but she was already gone. Well damn. Heading towards the East, I took my place amongst twenty women in my small little cohort. Standing near us were three of the most gorgeous blondes I’d ever seen. Blonde men usually looked a little too Ken doll for my taste, but these three were tanned, muscular, and tall. Stocky, but not beefy, they looked like they spent some serious time at the gym and on the soccer field. Once the room was properly divided into four, the leaders from each group came forward. Our three blondes introduced themselves, “I’m Matt, this is Ian, and Gerard. I’m from a line of shapeshifters that actually can be traced back over fifteen hundred years, all the way back to a shapeshifter and non-shapeshifter coupling. Some rumored that she was a human, but I think she was a witch.” Matt had sparkling green eyes and a mouth full of blindingly white teeth. Murmurs flitted across the crowd. Since witches and shapeshifters had been kept apart, no one really knew what happened to the mixed ancestors. At least, that’s what most people thought. I guess insider knowledge was key. Ian stepped forward. His features were a bit softer, younger perhaps. He also had a small beard.
“I’m Ian, I’m probably the worst shapeshifter ever.” Laughter tinkled in my ears. His smile was easy, and his floppy hair grazed his eyes, which were covered with long lashes. Gerard’s face was more serious and angular. He was most likely the oldest of the three. There were a few strands of grey in his hair, although it was difficult to see due to his coloring.
“Welcome ladies. There are a few rules you need to learn in order to become a breeder. Obey the warrior. Keep yourself healthy. Protect your offspring at all costs. We’re going to work on the first one. Sometimes it doesn’t come as easily to certain individuals.” A few weak giggles passed amongst us. How in the world were they going to work on us obeying?
“Okay. Let’s go. We’re going to go to a private spot and get to work. Good luck!” Gerard headed for the door, Ian and Matt trailing behind him. Wordlessly, we all shuffled off towards our first tryouts.
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We were taken to a center cabin. It opened up into a wide gymnasium-like room, but instead of smelling like a musty secondary school, the air was fresh and clean. The wooden floors were spotless. When we stepped on them, I noticed the floors had a bit more give than usual floors, perhaps there was padding underneath. Or some special type of wood? Over in the far corner of the gym was a huge pile of cushions. As we got closer, I realized it was a seating area. Brightly colored cushions, blankets, and beanbag chairs were spread out along the floor. The floor was littered with brightly colored objects. I couldn’t quite see what they were yet. We all gathered in a half circle around the carpeted area. Squeezing through several taller girls, I made my way to the front. When the carpeted area came into view, I realized that the objects that were all over the floor were sex toys. Dildos, vibrators, and a few other objects that I didn’t recognize. The hair stood up on the back of my neck. I couldn’t wait to have instructions.
“In front of you, there are plenty of pleasure tools. This is just a warmup exercise. We want to see how you respond sexually, your preferences, and personalities. Focus on bringing pleasure to yourself. We will be milling around, but this is more about you than us. This is a chance for us to observe. It is our time to see what makes you tick.”
A free-for-all? Was I dreaming? This seemed to be easy, but why would they want to see what pleases us? Didn’t Arkan say that the shapeshifters loved to be obeyed more than anything? Well, maybe they are trying to get to know us? Maya wasn’t much into toys, she felt they were too impersonal, but I have always been curious. I can’t wait to try them. But what was the catch?
“Are there any rules?” My voice trembled a bit. Gerard stepped towards me.
“I couldn’t hear you love. Could you repeat that?”
I took a breath and made sure to amplify my voice. “Are there any rules?”
Gerard did his best to hide a grin. “Well, let’s just say for the sake of the exercise that the only rule is to stay within the carpeted area. And, oh, if we tell you to leave, obey.”
Obey. There’s that word again. How many times did you ever hear about that stuff in real life?
“Okay ladies, it’s time. We’re going to walk away for a while so you can get warmed up. Enjoy and we’ll see you soon!” All three of them walked away through the propped open door. I didn’t want to think about this as a sexual experiment. I wanted to be strategic about it. What was in it for them? They obviously were looking for something within us, but what was it? Were they looking for the sexiest, or the most fun, or the hottest body, or was it something deeper? Why did that word submission keep coming up? And how could I show them that I would obey?
I watched as the rest of the ladies began to undress. Some of them threw off their clothes with abandon. Others carefully peeled off layers and stowed them against the wall in neat piles. A few stood with their clothes on, looking awkwardly at the nakedness around them. I wasn’t a prude by any means, but the sight of so many naked bodies in one space was a bit jarring. We all must have gone through a similar orientation, no? If all of the ladies in here had presumably had group sex at least once in their lives, this was merely a click above normal or recent experiences. However, if our orientation was unusual, there would be tears and fights before we knew it.
A few of the girls were already handling the toys. I looked towards the doorway. The shapeshifters were nowhere to be found. When in Rome, I guess. I pulled my dress off and went towards the wall to store my things. After stepping out of my flip flops, I placed my dress neatly on top. I kept my panties on. Although a busty brunette was already rocking against an enormous vibrator, my curiosity was piqued more than my desire. And, they were all strangers. We hadn’t even had a conversation yet. I sat down cross legged near a bunch of toys and a few of the girls that were sitting shyly. The way they were sitting it wasn’t obvious, but I could tell that they were trying to cover themselves discreetly. The clothed girls all sat together in one corner, watching on. The moans of the brunette and some errant vibrating were the only sounds echoing inside the gigantic gymnasium style room. It was all a bit surreal. Next to me, was a cute redhead. She looked about sixteen, blue-eyed with skin the color of milk.
“Hey I’m Cat.” She instantly perked up and smiled.
“I’m Joan. Would it be weird if I shook your hand?” I laughed.
“Maybe a bit. I think they expect us to shake a little bit more than that.” A few of the girls began to stare. A few others had begun experimenting with some of the toys. A girl a few people away from us was attempting to shove a gigantic dildo in her ass. I really hoped she put some lube on that first. “Are you elven?” She was really petite, and her features were almost childlike, despite her hourglass figure and generous B-cup breasts. She almost looked like an anime version of a fairy.
She smiled and nodded. “Your eyes are beautiful.”
“Thanks. They were my mothers.”
I smiled. “Have you ever done anything like this before?”
“Only the ritual orgies and the occasional threesome. Never anything super unusual.” She stuck out her tongue at me and hit my leg with hers.
“Me too. Until the orientation, I’d never done anything more than a threesome. I’m quite glad though, I was getting quite bored with the routine.” I looked over at her, expecting to see a knowing smile, but instead utter confusion was plastered over her face.
“Orientation?”
Shit. Had I said too much? But what was her orientation like. “Do you think we all had the same orientation?”
“We had to watch a mating video and discuss rules. What in the hell did you do?”
“Oh, I was late to the usual orientation, so there was only four of us in the group. A poorly timed joke. I guess if I had to explain it, it’s not really funny.” I forced myself to laugh. Why would they have given us a different orientation than the others? The noise around us grew louder as more women dove into play. I decided to change the subject.
“Are you into toys?” What a stupid question.
“Um…I’m not really into the mechanical stuff. I mean nothing beats the touch of someone else.” She held my gaze for a bit longer than needed. I did know.
“I’ve actually never tried any toys. Alone or…. with someone.” Two could play at this game.
“What do you say we pop each other’s cherries and get this party started?” Gag.
“I’m going to have to dock you some points for that line, frat boy.”
“I’m literally having an out of body experience with embarrassment. I floated above my own body and watched myself say it, but I just couldn’t stop it.”
I put my hands up in an exaggerated “stop” motion. “I will forgive this infraction, but let me warn you, you’re on thin ice.”
“Let’s see if I can make it up to you.” She leaned forward until she was on her hands and knees. Her face hovered an inch away from mine. I leaned forward to close the gap. Her lips were hot and soft. She began pushing forward into me with urgency, biting my lip a bit too hard.
“WhoahWhoa there. Let’s slow it down.” My finger wiped the place where she’d bit me, it was still throbbing.
“Sorry, I’m just nervous. I haven’t been with a girl since I was a teenager. And even that wasn’t really anything. We just made out and grinded on each other a bit. Practice, you know.” She giggled.
I kissed her again. Reaching forward for her breasts, my fingertips grazed her nipples. Her skin was shockingly warm. I pushed her gently until she was lying down flat on her back. Some of the other girls were watching. They inched closer, taking their toys with them. Instead of ignoring them, I began to engage.
“Now ladies, I want you to help me with something. Joan is nervous. I want you to help me put her at ease.” Behind them, I saw three dark figures enter the doorway. Just in time. My real audience was back. “I’m going to make sure Joan is nice and relaxed for you. Come closer, I want you to watch.” A half dozen girls left their places and gathered around me in a loose circle. Joan looked at me and then covered her face with her hands. I bent down to whisper in her ear.
“The shapeshifters just came in and I want to give them a show that’s going to solidify our places in this breeding camp. Are you with me?” She didn’t remove her hands, but she just nodded. I gently swept her hair from underneath her, arranging it in a pleasant tangle across the floor. Her hair was wild and voluminous and fanned out. I reached out and began massaging her shoulders. The girls stared at us, completely ignoring the shapeshifters that now hovered right outside of our circle. I released her shoulders and continued on to her arms. Her skin was soft and smooth. Her tight muscles began to soften. I grabbed her palms and pinched the tender area between her pointer and thumb.
“Oh. That feels great.” Joan groaned softly.
I shot a glance to the shapeshifters that were eyeing us hungrily. My whole body flushed. Knowing I was being watch, especially by them was the best feeling. When I began to massage her breasts, I could see everyone lean in slightly. A small flash of glee erupted in my chest. Paying careful attention to occasionally flick my fingers over her nipples, I spend a few minutes massaging her chest. I then left her breasts and ran my finger down her torso. A chubby blonde handed me a bottle of oil and smiled shyly. I poured some oil into my hands and rubbed them together to warm it up. A hint of strawberries wafted up to my nostrils. Not my choice of fragrance, but the oil should do the trick. I continued to rub downwards. When I got to her thighs, I realized that Joan’s breath was growing increasingly ragged. Up and down I rubbed her inner thighs. With each stroke I came closer and closer to her groin. I noticed her carefully manicured pubic hair. It was neat and cropped close. It appeared as if she’d recently had a bikini wax, her edges were hairless and smooth. I rolled my hands over her calves and made my way down to her delicate toes. Her feet were extremely tiny, and her toes were adorned with a pink French pedicure. After I massaged her feet a bit I went back up to her shoulders. Taking another glimpse at the shapeshifters, I noticed a growing bulge in two of their pants. Now, it was time to take it up a notch.
“Can you come here dear?” I motioned for the blonde that gave me the lube. She scooted herself next to me. I flipped the bottle of lube over and squirted some into her palm. “What’s your name?”
“Estelle.”
“Estelle, would you kindly continue massaging her breasts?” Her face flushed, but she rubbed her hands together and propped herself up on her knees. With a flourish she began rubbing her hands over Joan’s perky breasts. Her pink nipples were perfect circles and puckered with hardness. She was beginning to enjoy this. I moved myself further down, even with her pelvis. I poured more lube in my hands and rubbed them together to make them warm. I began massaging her groin, carefully skipping her most sensitive parts. I spread her legs a bit wider. She began moving her pelvis, trying to guide my hands to her clit. To keep her frustrated, I moved my hands to her hips and began massaging her outer thighs and rubbing her sides. Joan’s hands began to wander. Her hand reached Estelle’s full chest. She pinched her nipple in between her two fingers.
“Oh!” Estelle cried out. A raven-haired beauty with dark glossy skin sat back in front of us and planted her feet wide. She began rubbing her clit in small circles, her eyes glued to Joan’s breasts. Two wiry and flat-chested elves with cropped hair and tattoos began making out. Joan began pulling at Estelle’s thighs and crying something I couldn’t make out. Estelle leaned in as Joan whispered in her ear. Estelle nodded and swung herself over Joan’s face. Joan buried her face in Estelle’s pussy and wrapped her arms around her thighs. Estelle continued to massage Joan’s breasts. I began to massage Joan’s mound. My hands slid easily over her lips, the oil warm underneath my fingers. I began rubbing in faster, tighter circles, brushing over her clit lightly at first, then increasing the pressure. When her wetness was apparent, I slid two fingers inside of her. My fingers slid in easily. I added another finger, my three fingers stretching her tightness. Estelle began to moan. A vibrator clicked on and I looked up. The two short-haired blondes were using vibrators on each other. I leaned back and caught Gerard’s eye. The other two shapeshifters had removed their clothes and were now stroking their hard dicks to our little show. Ian knelt down behind one of the girls and began kissing her neck. Mat crossed the space between us and knelt beside me.
“I’ll take over from here.” He leaned over and began tonguing Joan’s clit. I looked up again to find Gerard turned. Where were the clothed girls? They were nowhere to be found. I stood up and walked towards Gerard. Although I was naked, I felt completely comfortable. Switched on, I was in control. When I reached him, I grabbed his arm. Why did he still have his clothes on? Perhaps, I needed to take it a bit further. On a whim, I dropped to my knees in front of him. With my face set in what I could only hope was delighted innocence, I looked up at him and blinked. “My body is yours.�
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“Get up!” he screamed with great ferocity. I jumped to my feet. What had I done wrong? He squeezed my upper arm and yanked me towards the door.
“Matt! Ian! Take care of the others!”
“My clothes! I need my…” He pulled me completely outside into the hallway. The sunlight poured in through the windows. In the bright daylight, I felt exposed. He kept his hand on my arm as he marched me down the hallway. The stormy look in his eyes let me know that it would be a mistake to ask any more questions. Was he going to send me home? Why wasn’t I warned that we weren’t supposed to touch each other? I’d asked if there were any rules! When we reached a door on the left, we stopped short. He turned the doorknob and stepped into the classroom. Ten naked women and three shapeshifters turned to look at us. Most of them were in various states of sex, only a few remained watching. But all of their eyes were on me now.
“I want you to repeat what you told me, but in front of all of them.”
I pressed my lips together. What did I say? I looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping that he would give me a clue as to what he wanted me to say. His face was stern, but his eyes were full of mirth. “Go ahead. It’s okay. What was the last thing you said to me?” Oh. Did he want me to say it or did he want me to show them? I looked up at him again and he let go of my arm. Show them it is. I knelt in front of Gerard and looked up at him. It’s only us in here. There’s no one else looking at me. This was too weird for words. I felt like I barged into my high school homeroom naked. “My body is yours.” I lowered my eyes to the floor. A flush crept up my neck and face. Group sex was one thing, but this was something different all together. Why did he want me to repeat this in front of everyone? Despite the errant chatter that rippled across the room, I forced myself to continue looking down at the floor. I didn’t want to see them. Maybe they wouldn’t recognize me?
“Wow.” Came from the crowd. It was a male voice. Deep and warm.
“Up.” Gerard said. I put one foot on the ground and stood as gracefully as I could, refusing to meet his gaze. He put his two fingers under my chin and pulled my eyes to meet his. “Perfect.” He let go. “We’ll be going now. Have fun with your classes.” The tone in his voice was completely different. The words slid off his tongue, almost as if he was telling a joke. One that he knew the audience would appreciate. He grabbed my hand and again pulled me into the hallway. We headed back from where we came, through the doors towards the large room where the rest of the group was trying out. When we got into the room, I realized that we were all alone.