Analysis
Standing on the threshold of Upperclassman Sara's room, Ming hesitated. She brushed down her tunic once more, and raised her hand to knock. Before she could do so, however, doubt overtook her once more, and she lowered her arm again. It was rather early in the morning, and she didn't really know what Sara would do, no matter what was in the vials. Even if Sara was of a mind to tell her what they contained, would she want something in return? If so, what?
Once more, Ming raised her hand, and once more she lowered it.
"Piss or get off the pot, novice." a voice came from behind her, and Ming nearly did as her heart leapt into her throat.
As she spun around, she found herself face to face with Upperclassman Sara, grinning at her from altogether, a damp towel slung over her shoulder.
"Upperclassman…" Ming barely managed to get out.
"I need to get in here." Sara said, advancing on Ming. "Did you have something you wanted?"
There was nothing else for it now, so Ming decided to leap in, feet first.
"I had a couple of substances, or, I don't know, maybe just one, I wondered if you could identify…" she rambled. "There are two vials, so two substances, maybe?"
"That usually follows, yes." Sara said, brushing Ming aside and pushing open the door, gesturing for the novice to follow.
"Not that I would presume to tell you your business, of course, you're the alchemist…" Ming rambled on as she followed Sara inside, closing the door as she went. "But as you said, two vials, two substances, probably, I don't know, is the dark glass significant?"
"The dark glass?" Sara asked, slapping her towel down on a brutal-looking wooden chair.
"They both come in dark glass vials, you see, for protection against the light maybe?" Ming offered, producing the two dark glass vials and proffering them at Sara, who took them carefully in hand. "I don't know much about alchemy, but from what I've heard…"
As Sara made a gesture with her hand, a small spark jumped between her fingers, and suddenly Ming found it hard to speak at all. When she tried, nothing sprang from her lips but silent gasps and gurgles.
"My apologies, novice, but your rambling is distracting…" Sara said with an apologetic smile as Ming fruitlessly tried to continue talking, achieving nothing but confused gulps.
Holding the vials up to an orb of magefire in crystal glass, Sara studied the fine powders carefully.
"Are these drugs?" Sara asked, turning back to Ming.
I think so. Ming tried to say, but with her voice taken from her, it was all she could do to nod and shrug.
"Hmm…" Sara said with a thoughtful nod, producing a few pieces of alchemical ceramics and a few glass vials of some substance or other.
After labelling both vials, she poured out a few grains from each a couple of times, and added to them a few of her own alchemicals, and watched the vividly changing colors carefully.
"Well, well, well…" she said at length, turning to Ming with a broad, hungry grin.
"Whoever left these behind for you to get your paws on must be kicking themselves right now." Sara said with a grin as she noted down the contents on both vials.
Ming gave her a confused look, and with a sigh Sara snapped her fingers, sending another spark into the air.
"What do you mean?" Ming asked as she felt her ability to speak returning.
"I think it's a fair guess that since you don't know what these two vials contain, you didn't come by them… legitimately." Sara said with a grin, pressing both vials into Ming's hand. "My silk print penmanship isn't the best, but I figure you might not want vials marked in magescrip lying around for just anyone to find."
Ming held the two vials up to the light, reading their new labels. Sara wasn't lying about her silk print penmanship, but even through the poor shape and the muddled and confused script, Ming managed to recognize the two names written on the vials.
"Fairy dust and snow of the glade," Sara offered, "although I suppose it's not the kinds of names you'll actually need to know."
Ming put the vials away in the small pouch on her woven leather belt.
"Thank you for your help." she said with a small bow.
"Don't mention it." Sara said with a shrug.
"And I hope you didn't kill anyone I knew for them." she added with a grin.
"I didn't kill anyone for them." Ming protested.
"Well, that you didn't steal them from anyone I like, then." Sara added with a shrug, turning her attention to a mirror to dab a few light touches of paint to her lips and some kohl around her eyes.
"I didn't steal them either." Ming continued indignantly. "Well, not steal exactly."
"I see." Sara said, giving her a smile in the mirror. "Which of the noble girls was so decadent as to forget two sixty crown vials of powder when they fled, then?"
"The only noble." Ming relented. "The Lady Novice Westerling."
"I suppose that being from the west you can be forgiven for your ignorance." Sara said with a smile, turning away to the mirror to round on Ming once more. "The substantial piece of woman you call Novice Anya Hildsdaughter is a south seas merchant noble."
"I suspect her brother in the kitchens made her leave following the tragic death of your fellow novice Snowmoth of Whatever and Whatever else from Wherever." she added with a shrug.
"Snowmoth of Wind and Wave –" Ming began, but Sara cut her off with a sharp gesture.
"Don't make me silence you again." she said evenly. "I'm sure she was sweet and all, but elves are an annoying, pretentious lot."
"She was sweet." Ming said, licking her lips at the memory of the taste of Snowmoth's cunt.
"In any case, I think we've had enough banter for now." Sara said with a smile. "I helped you, now it's your turn to help me."
"Of course." Ming said with as much enthusiasm she could muster in the face of Sara's disdain for her friend and fellow novice. "How may I help you?"
"I have a potion in need of a good testing." Sara said with a smile, producing another small dark glass vial containing a shimmering green liquid. "I already know it's safe and more or less works, but I have a number of things I want to make absolutely sure of."
"So you want me to drink that?" Ming asked, eyeing the vial carefully.
"I'll leave that up to you." Sara said with a smile, pulling the stopper from the vial and offering it to Ming. "One of us drinks, the other observes the effects."
"I learn what I need to either way." she concluded with a shrug, before leaning back and leaving the vial in Ming's hand.
"Will it hurt?" Ming said, considering the choice before her.
"Either way, maybe a little." Sara said with a shrug. "But nothing worth knowing ever came easy."
"I suppose." Ming said, downing the vial.
"Bravery is such a rare and desirable trait in a novice." Sara said with a grin. "Let me know if it hurts."
"If what hurts?" Ming said, and suddenly realized what.
It didn't hurt, as such, but a strange feeling rippled through her, culminating at her crotch, where she could feel something moving and changing, odd new sensations rolling over her. Reaching a hand down, she quickly realized what had happened when she came upon her brand new cock, huge as it was, and already well hard.
"It… well, it doesn't hurt, exactly…" she panted, the sudden sensations leaving their mark on her.
"Good." Sara said, advancing on her. "Discomfort with the initial change was always a problem with this kind of transformation, and if it can indeed be eliminated, that would be a boon."
"Is it very sensitive?" she continued, running a hand slowly along the shaft, sending waves of sensation rippling through Ming's body.
"Well, this… is new to me…" Ming panted.
"I'll take that as a yes." Sara said, sinking to her knees.
"Is that… is that a good thing?" Ming asked, trembling.
"It's a thing to make note of." Sara said, pulling back Ming's tunic to let her cock stand uncovered and unencumbered. "Good or bad is a matter of purpose, now we're just seeing what the potion does."
"Purpose…?" Ming panted, not really managing to keep track of the conversation.
"If you're a goblin princess looking to ream one of her captains for some failure or other", Sara began with a kiss to the base of Ming's cock as she slowly wrapped her fingers around the shaft, "then very sensitive is probably bad."
"Is it…" Ming panted.
"Yes, on account of how you'd want to make that last." Sara explained, before gently placing her teeth on Ming's magically sprouted ball sack and pulling back, closing them as she drew back, never quite biting even as the skin slipped from between her lips.
"If, on the other hand, you are some noble lady seeking to put a child in one of her concubines…" Sara continued, giving Ming's sack another kiss. "In that case, how sensitive it is probably doesn't matter, as you can afford all the potion you want, and the concubines have all day for you to try and actually make it to their cunt before you spill yourself all over them."
"Yeah…" Ming panted, her entire body growing weaker by the second.
"Would you like to know what it feels like?" Sara asked, running her tongue along the underside of Ming's cock from base to tip. "To try and put a child in a concubine?"
"Or would you rather know what some lord or merchant or whatever you want feels when he's trying very hard to resist the impulse to put a bastard in some whore or other?" she suggested, before twirling her tongue around the tip of Ming's cock.
That alone was too much for Ming to handle, and with a whine she dug her fingertips into Sara's scalp, shuddering as she emptied her magical sack all over her smug face without warning, the seedmilk soon sloshing off to run down onto her tits.
"The latter, then?" Sara said, coughing lightly.
Ming's magical cock was gone now, something she noticed only by Sara giving her clit a soft kiss before getting back on her feet.
"Thank you for your help, novice." Sara said with a cum-drenched grin as she smoothed down the front of Ming's tunic. "And if you ever need help putting away either of those powders…"
"I think I'll manage." Ming said with a shrug, turning towards the door.
"You know how to dose and prepare them too, then?" Sara said, stopping Ming in her tracks.
"I'll figure it out." she lied. "How hard can it be?"
"Harder than a magical cock." Sara said with what Ming was sure was a grin. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw that she was right.
"What, then?"
"Start with half a grain of what's in those vials, and really see how that works for you before increasing the dose." Sara suggested. "What you have there is potent stuff."
"Thank you." Ming said, as she pulled the door open. "I'll keep that in mind."
"And if you want to help me try more formulations, I'd be happy to let you try out what it feels like when a lady tries to put a child in one of her concubines." Sara said as Ming stepped into the hall.
"How about when a gob elf princess chastises a captain by reaming him?" Ming asked over her shoulder. "How would you feel about playing the captain?