Chapter 11: Pupil 11

Zara’s week wasn’t as bad as she expected it to be. Using her Merewolf transformation in combat for the first time ended in a big triumph. Plus, she had some extra days to rest before the training session. She didn’t like being lazy, but since she was still not allowed to do any monster hunting legally before the end of the course, she had to stay inactive.

The days passed quickly and the day of the training arrived within the blink of an eye.

Zara arrived at the park in time. As she tried to sit down on a bench, Zara felt a portal opening beneath her, and in the next second, she was sitting on the concrete floor of the training room.

“Ouch,” Zara rubbed her aching butt.

“Where are your wolf reflexes now?” Aritimi asked with a smirk. She was naked as usual. Her erect nipples pointed at Zara.

“Ha ha, really funny. Did you ask Margaret about my weird nightmare memory thing?” Zara asked as she began undressing instinctively.

“She is still busy with that Dino Centaur, but I will ask her once she has time,” Aritimi shrugged, “Anyway, are you ready for the training?”

“Yes, let’s start it.”

Aritimi’s eyes flashed with energy as she summoned a rip in reality and expanded it into a portal.

A swarm of small creatures emerged from it. They resembled disembodied human hands severed at the wrist. Each of them ended abruptly in a small head, grotesquely fused to the hand. The heads had a distorted, vaguely human face, complete with a wide mouth full of tiny, sharp teeth, beady eyes, and a bulbous or flat nose.

“These are ... Ambulatory Abominations? No, they are too small. Maybe Ambulatory Aberrations?” Zara wondered.

“No, these are just Ticklers. Comparing them to those creatures is like comparing a chihuahua to a Dire Wolf.”

“Good to know,” Zara sighed, “Let me guess. I’ll have to let them tickle me?”

“You got the gist of it,” Aritimi nodded.

Zara laid down on the cold, hard floor, her heart racing as the swarm of Ticklers approached her, their fingers that they used as legs pattering against the concrete. They moved like spiders, skittering over her body, their cold fingers dancing over her skin, sending waves of tickles that made her squirm.

The first few touched her breasts, and she couldn’t help but giggle. It was a strange, almost pleasant sensation, the light tickling causing her nipples to harden. Aritimi watched with a knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she knew exactly the kind of reaction these creatures would illicit.

Then, the Ticklers grew bolder, moving to her armpits. Their tiny fingers darted into the sensitive crevices, their teeth-filled mouths emitting high-pitched giggles as they found the perfect spots to tickle. Zara’s laughter grew more intense, her body twitching and jolting as she tried to escape the absurd onslaught.

Before she knew it, some of the Ticklers had moved down to her thighs and pussy. She felt their cold, clammy touch as they poked and prodded her most intimate area. It was a bizarre mix of sensations, the horror of the situation clashed with the uncontrollable urge to laugh, which only grew stronger as the creatures grew more insistent.

The tiny mouths of the Ticklers latched onto her erect nipples, biting down playfully. The pain was sharp but brief, replaced quickly by the intense pleasure that shot through her body with every giggle they emitted. It was as if her own laughter was fueling them, making the tickling more potent.

Zara’s abdomen was now a playground for the creatures. They danced around her belly button, their cold fingers tracing patterns on her skin. A few even ventured lower, teasing the edges of her labia. Zara felt a warmth spreading through her body as more fingers brushed against her womanhood.

The tickling grew more intense, the Ticklers’ tiny teeth nibbling at her flesh, sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain that intertwined in a strange dance. Her laughter turned into gasps and moans, her body arching off the floor. Her clit was now a target, the creatures’ relentless tickling driving her closer and closer to the brink of an orgasm.

One particularly bold Tickler managed to worm its way into her pussy, its tiny mouth biting down on her sensitive bud as its fingers tickled the inside walls. Zara’s eyes rolled back, her legs involuntarily spreading wider to give the creature more access. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of revulsion and arousal that only served to heighten her pleasure.

Zara’s breath grew ragged as she approached climax, the Ticklers’ laughter echoing in her ears. Each giggle from the creatures was like a shot of pure pleasure, sending her spiraling closer to the edge. Zara’s body tensed, muscles tightening as the tickling grew more insistent. Her orgasm built, a crescendo of sensation that she couldn’t fight, despite her horror at the source.

The Tickler inside her redoubled its efforts, the teeth biting down rhythmically on her clit as the others continued to probe and tickle. Zara’s moans grew louder, her body shaking as she tried to keep her composure. But it was no use; she was lost to the sensations, the pleasure too intense to ignore.

Her orgasm hit her like a wave, crashing over her with a force that made her scream. The Ticklers’ laughter grew manic as they fed on her pleasure, their tiny teeth digging deeper as she bucked and writhed beneath them. Her muscles clenched around the creature’s fingers inside her, its giggling cries of delight piercing through the air as it feasted on her climax.

“Incredible,” Aritimi looked at her in awe, “I’ve never seen someone cumming from tickling this fast. I see your body is hungry for new sensations.”

“That was ... good,” Zara panted as Aritimi sent the little monsters back with a portal.

“I guess this was enough as foreplay. Now it’s time for something wilder,” Aritimi announced.

Zara’s breath was still coming in gasps as she felt another portal open up beside her. The new monster was something she didn’t expect. A Rottweiler Centaur which was also a futanari.

The futanari centauress had a muscular, canine lower body and a proportionally small human torso with firm breasts. She also had long black hair, braided the way Aritimi’s was, cream-colored skin, and of course an erect cock. She had piercing eyes and a look that screamed “I’m in charge here.”

“This cutie is Cupcake,” Aritimi introduced the small centaur, “She was used as a guard dog by some criminals. After the police arrested her owners, she was given to the HSA. She is one of my favorites. She is technically both a pupil and a pet to me.”

“Cupcake happy to see Mistress again,” Cupcake barked, her tail wiggling vigorously.

“I see,” she glanced at Cupcake’s red rocket, “Do you remember what I ordered you to do?”

“Cupcake remembers. Cupcake is not allowed to cum until Mistress orders her to do it,” she said like a soldier reporting to their superiors something.

“Exactly. How long it was? A month?” Aritimi scratched her head.

“Cupcake wasn’t allowed to cum for three months. She can now?” she looked at her mistress with puppy eyes.

“Of course. That’s why she is here,” she pointed at Zara, “Her name is Zara and she is here for you to serve as a cum deposit.”

Zara gave her an angry look for referring to her this way but Aritimi just smirked.

“Yay! Cupcake is happy! Cupcake loves Mistress!”

“Don’t forget that after this, you still have to wait for my command if you want to cum. It’s for you to learn discipline,” Aritimi explained as if she was lecturing a kid.

“Zara, get on all fours for Cupcake,” Aritimi said with a grin.

Zara reluctantly complied, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger. The Rottweiler Centauress trotted over to her, her erect cock bobbing with every step. She knelt down behind Zara.

“Remember, Cupcake, she’s a bitch in heat,” Aritimi instructed her tone a mix of amusement and excitement.

Cupcake’s eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly before leaning forward, her cock pointing at Zara’s wet, exposed pussy. The centauress took a deep breath, savoring the scent of Zara’s arousal that filled the room. With surprising gentleness, Cupcake’s cock began to probe at Zara’s entrance, the tip brushing against her clit, causing her to whimper.

With a swift motion, Cupcake pushed herself into Zara, filling her completely. Zara gasped in surprise at the sudden intrusion, and let out a moan of pleasure. The centauress began to thrust, her powerful hindquarters propelling her forward with each stroke. Each movement was precise and calculated as if Cupcake had been waiting for this moment for a very long time.

Zara’s body moved with the rhythm of Cupcake’s thrusts, her mind torn between the weirdness of the situation and the undeniable pleasure that the creature’s cock brought her. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she felt herself getting wetter, the Ticklers’ earlier ministrations leaving her body sensitive and craving more.

The centauress’s cock was hot and hard, stretching Zara in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. With every thrust, Cupcake’s balls slapped against her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. Zara’s eyes rolled back in her head as she gave into the sensation, her moans filling the training room.

“Good girl,” Aritimi praised Cupcake, stroking her braids, “Take your time, she can handle it.”

The futanari centauress leaned into the strokes, her eyes glazed over with desire as she continued her rhythmic pounding of Zara. She could feel Cupcake’s cock swelling inside her, the veins on the shaft becoming more pronounced with every thrust. But maybe just her senses became more sensitive as she got closer to the climax.

The room grew hotter, the scent of lust heavy in the air. Zara felt Cupcake’s grip on her hips tightens, the creature’s breaths becoming more ragged as she neared the edge. Aritimi watched them intently, her hand idly playing with her own nipples as she enjoyed the show.

Zara’s body began to shake again, her legs trembling as Cupcake’s thrusts grew more urgent. The centauress’s cock was a living thing inside her, pulsating with the need to release. The pleasure was too much, and she could feel another orgasm building within her.

“Cupcake can cum now,” Aritimi announced with a grin, her eyes glued to the sight before her.

With a triumphant bark, Cupcake increased her pace, her cock sliding in and out of Zara with an almost mechanical precision. Zara’s body tensed, her muscles contracting around the invading shaft. She could feel Cupcake’s orgasm approaching, the creature’s movements becoming more erratic as she lost herself in the moment.

Cupcake leaned forward, her breath hot on Zara’s skin as she whispered, “Cum for me, bitch,” her voice was low, almost a growl.

Zara’s eyes snapped open, and she found herself staring into Cupcake’s piercing eyes. Her gaze dilated with lust, and Zara could see the desperation in those piercing eyes. It was like looking into the eyes of a beast in heat, and something primal inside of her responded. With a roar, Cupcake slammed into her one final time, her cock pulsing as she released her pent-up seed.

The warmth of Cupcake’s cum filled Zara, sending her over the edge. Her own orgasm crashed through her, her body shuddering and writhing beneath the centauress. She felt the creature’s hot breath on her neck as Cupcake’s teeth grazed her skin, a silent claim of dominance. The feeling of being used as a breeding tool was overwhelming, yet somehow, it only served to heighten her pleasure.

As Cupcake’s orgasm subsided, she pulled out, her cock glistening with the remnants of their shared pleasure. Zara collapsed onto the floor, panting and exhausted. Aritimi’s eyes were still sparkling with excitement as she walked over to her pet, stroking her neck gently.

“Good job, Cupcake,” Aritimi murmured, her hand moving to cup one of the centauress’s breasts. The creature leaned into the touch, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.

Zara pushed herself up onto her elbows, her body still trembling. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions with anger, disgust, and yet ... a strange, perverse sense of satisfaction.

“You can go back Cupcake, but do not forget about my order. If you will cum without my permission, I will lock your red rocket into a chastity cage for a whole year,” Aritimi said with a smirk, watching Cupcake nod obediently before she disappeared back into the portal.

“I wish humans could be this obedient like her,” Aritimi said with a sigh as the portal swallowed Cupcake.

“How the hell can you tame a monster?” Zara asked.

“You just need strong will and understanding of their desires,” Aritimi responded.

The next monster arrived through a bright red portal.

At first, Zara didn’t believe her eyes. The creature she saw was impossibly beautiful. It was a female Kitsune with nine tails. She was clad in a red silk kimono with intricate golden patterns. Her fox tails sprouted from her behind like a peacock’s tail feathers, each one pointing in a different direction.

“She is Reiko. I know you’d think she is just a Kitsune at first glance but she is more than that,” Aritimi introduced the monster girl.

Reiko was a striking young Japanese woman with an aura of beauty emitting from every iota of her body. Her red hair was styled in a Cleopatra cut. It was sleek, straight, and ended sharply at her chin, with blunt bangs framing her pale, porcelain-like face. Her bright, amber eyes glowed faintly as she glanced at Zara. She had fox ears instead of human ones and just like her tails, they were red with white tips. Her build was tall and slender with skin so smooth as if she had been sculpted from marble. Her tails swayed gently behind her, each one ending in a fluffy white tip.