Loopholes

Another fill from the kink meme. Prompt this time was futanari. No specific characters or anything else, just futa.

A flexible prompt was a good opportunity to get creative. Also tell me you can't see Serra doing this. I dare you.

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There was one lesson that every mage was taught, regardless of their discipline of choice. A rule that was burned into their minds.



Do not mix magicks. Ever.



It was a terrible thing. Sometimes. Mostly it was a terrible thing.



One time it caused it to rain candy.



One recorded incident turned twenty people inside out. It was exactly as bad as it sounded. In fact it was worse.



Tempting the powers that be by melding different schools of magic was considered the absolute most idiotic thing to do imaginable because anything could happen.



A pity, then, that nobody ever formally taught Nino how to use magic.



Nino was a prodigy, it was simple to see. Since she ended up teaching herself by example, something previously unheard of. Thus, instead of theory, she had instinct. Taught herself to feel, before she knew how to read. With this, it only took her a matter of minutes to discover how to use a physic staff.



Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, the tactician requisitioned her the staff she had been playing with behind Merlinus's back, and instructed her to make careful use of it. They were fragile, and expensive after all.



Her first use ended in catastrophe.



Rebecca was bleeding, trying desperately to avoid getting hit by flux spells, and nearly to a patch of trees that would make beautiful cover while she turned to give the druid after her a nice feathery eye patch for his trouble.



Nino saw blood and raised the staff to give her friend a fighting chance as the druid saw an opportunity to hit the slippery girl. Pent, Nino's bodyguard for the day turned around and watched in horror as the first mage's commandment was violated.



"Wait, Nino no don't cross the streams-!"



Rebecca was healed and harmed at the same time. Then she exploded.



When the smoke cleared, there was a large crater. Rebecca was completely unscathed. The druid was best not mentioned.



Every magic user on the field, save Pent and Nino, felt the disturbance and immediately thought of once such incident that ended up inventing the manticore and fled the scene like so many schoolgirls.



Thankfully, Hector's armies were at that time winning. The result left the already waning army severely outnumbered, resulting in a retreat.



Pent took an hour or so checking the surrounding area to make sure the air wouldn't turn into wood in his lungs, descended into the crater, and proceeded to carry Rebecca into the medical tent.



All Nino could do was ask how she made so much awesome with a healing staff. Pent knew he would have to take on a new pupil, or the world would end.



Back to Rebecca though.



The archer woke up in the tent, wondering why the last thing she remembered was... a bunch of numbered statistics associated with her abilities? Also precisely how many shots she could take with her bow before it disintegrated.



Odd.



"Somebody crossed the streams." Said Serra, making herself known at her bedside.



"Crossed the what?"



"Mixed magic. You know that one thing that could cause... well anything?"



"Oh right... that happened, really?"



"Yes. Apparently you were at ground zero." Serra seemed entirely too cheerful. Especially since, if what she just said was true, she and every other magic user worth their salt should've been panicking. A lot.



"...Why am I not inside out?"



"Couldn't tell you."



"...So what's changed?"



"Well that druid changed, that's for sure."



"Into what?"



"You're better off not knowing." Serra's smiling had gone beyond unsettling at this point, and was crossing the line into creepy.



"Why are you so happy?"



"You also changed, allowing us both experiences we normally wouldn't have access to."



"...would that be why I'm tied to the bed?"



"It's also why I managed to empty the entire tent." Come to think of it, it was rather quiet...



"Alright, I give up, what changed that needed me quarantined and restrained like this?"



"You grew a dick." That was quite literally the last thing Rebecca was expecting.



"...does this make me dangerous somehow?"



"No." Serra replied, waving about the staff she was holding. Everything flashed purple for a moment, and then suddenly everything was entirely too quiet.



"...why am I tied up?"



"Because my vow of chastity specifically states that I may not lie with a man."



"...I'm a girl." Serra nodded, setting down the silence staff beside her.



"And you're not getting out until I see if sex is all those books I read say it's cracked up to be. Also nobody can hear either of us scream in here."



"...Well fuck me."



"That's the idea~!" The cleric crowed as she started pulling down Rebecca's shorts.



"Well I guess I walked ri- hey, seriously, this isn't funny!" Rebecca was understandably starting to panic. Serra however was on cloud nine.



"Oh, I'm veeeeeery serious about this. You will be too if you just relax~." She hummed a tune as she gave Rebecca's now exposed tool a few experimental pumps.



"Dammit Serra, what do I have to do to get unti-aaah?!" Thinking suddenly was very difficult, as Serra's other hand was now playing with her in ways that clerics should not be familiar with.



"Nothing, nothing, nothing, Ooooh~! Seven inches, not bad at all!"



"You brought a ruler?!"



"Had to know what I was dealing with. I've only ever taken six-ish..."



"When?! You're a cleric!"



"Staves aren't men either." If Rebecca's hands weren't tied, she would've facepalmed. "Say, how do real ones feel? Good?"



"Why the hell would I know?!"



"You're a virgin?" Rebecca could feel probing fingers now, making it very difficult to think straight.



"You're fucking checking? Really?!"



"Language Rebecca. My maiden ears aren't accustomed to such crude manners."



"Oh don't even start with me yo-hiii?!" On the bright side, Serra wouldn't be doing much more talking at least.



The seconds ticked by as Rebecca tried as hard as she could not to enjoy the feeling of the cleric's mouth over her shaft, or the way her tongue felt twisting it's way arou-oh holy shit



"Mmmph?!" Rebecca's systems all shut down as she was floored by her first orgasm. She could barely make out Serra musing about salt, or something...



She quickly snapped back to reality as she noticed Serra removing her robes.



"That's disappointing... I thought you'd last longer." Fuck you, Rebecca replied in her head. "Wait, was that your first time cumming?"



"...w-what?"



"Huh. That explains it. Hey, I'm curious now. What feels better, cumming with this, or this?" Too soon, the archer tried to say, but was drowned out by her own moans and gasps as the healer was now fingering her and it felt fantastic.



"Don't worry, I won't take your virginity. I'm way too nice to hurt you like that!"



"H-hate you..."



"Oh, we'll have to do something about that, won't we?"



Again, Rebecca could feel what she now knew was Serra's mouth sucking her back into an erect state, and knew what was coming next with a rush of unexpected anticipation.



"H-how do you-"



"Know this stuff? Do you know how many books you have to live through when you're under the vow? I know lots." And it was on that mysteriously sexy (since when did Rebecca start thinking like a slut?) note that Serra stood up and began positioning herself.



And it was as the archer felt herself pushing up into something hot, wet, soft, and tight that she grudgingly admitted she completely understood why this was all guys apparently thought about.



"I hope you last longer this time..." Serra said, oddly breathless, "...because I really like this."



As the healer moved her hips in an exploring manner, Rebecca agreed. She agreed even more when Serra began to bounce, quickly deciding this was the greatest feeling in the world.



She barely registered her hands suddenly being freed, only noticing after they had been placed helpfully on Serra's waist.



"Oh this was so totally worth kidnappi-mmmm..." At this point, the archer decided she was quite through with hearing Serra brag, and pulled her down into a clumsy kiss.



A masterful (also accidental) roll of Rebecca's hips caused Serra to seize up and tighten like a vice around her cock, which was all that was needed for her to climax.



"Rebecca, Pent told me what happened and I'm so sooorr..." Nino trailed off as she burst into the tent, just in time to see Serra jam herself down on a prone Rebecca and moan rapturously. Then fall forward panting heavily, before starting to make out with somebody Nino was smart enough to know shouldn't have boy parts.



While Nino's brain was rebooting, Serra turned back and beckoned to her with an outstretched hand.



"Oh, Nino, dear, come here and help me. I'm not even close to done with her yet..."



Rebecca whimpered.