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Dedue had not been expecting to win the White Heron Cup. He thought, if anything, the whole event would be like one of the professor’s well-intended but chaotic team bonding exercises. Selecting him, with his big, ungainly limbs and frightening face, did not seem like an apt choice. He had fought hard to win, if only to avoid bringing shame onto Dimitri. When Dimitri met his eyes after Dedue’s victory, Dimitri had been proud of him. Nothing could make Dedue happier.
Given the quickness and fire in Dimitri’s blood and how quick he was to annihilate their many enemies, Dedue believed it made more sense to change his class to Dancer so he would no longer be outpaced by Dimitri. He could not be Dimitri’s shield if he was constantly left behind. If shedding his armor was what he needed to spur Dimitri onward, he would do it.
The only issue was the class change test. Byleth had to administer it to him personally. She played a small thumb piano in a lap—Dedue did not understand—and played it while reading off an old, ragged sheet of paper.
“The Dancer class is a class of service to all members of their army. The position was conceived of by Archbishop Seiros XI, along with the Thruster and Sucker class,” she recited. She missed a note on the thumb piano and started again. Evidently it was important for the thumb piano to be played accurately. It took several more times until she could read the instructions and play the tune at the same time without error. “The exam will be administered on paper with an oral component at the end. To pass, you must achieve eighty percent or higher accuracy. Failure will be punished with increasingly difficult positioning. Relax. Focus on the sound of my voice. Clench your pelvic floor. Release. Feel how your pussy tightens. If lacking in one at the moment, notice the positioning of your cock when you clench and when you let go.”
“Hmm.” He was not familiar with how to do this, but the general principles were clear enough. He tightened his hole experimentally, then relaxed. His cock lifted in response to the movements of his pelvic muscle.
Certain traditions at this academy were very… strange.
“Clench,” Byleth said. “Release. Clench. Release. Focus on the sound of my voice. Clench…”
12. In service of the Goddess, which holes should one offer?
A. Cunt
B. Mouth
C. Ass
D. All, including those not listed
15. At night, your lord may request your holes to be used to help him sleep. The correct emotional response is ____________________.
A. overwhelming joy
B. deep fear
C. duty-bound to perform well
D. appropriately whorishness
A deep and piercing pain in his chest. Then a second pain, the same as the first—
23. A Dancer may be punished by their owner in which of the following ways?
A. Free use by the lord’s army, the clergy of Garreg Mach, and the citizens of any nearby garrison.
B. Surrendered to the Archbishop for incubation duties.
C. Forced to consume a prey potion, which will leave an indelible impression of one’s baseness in the face of the lord.
D. Paddles, canes, and other hard implements.
“… four. Three. Two. One. Release,” Byleth said, and Dedue went slack in his chair and nearly fell out of it. His nipples were raw against his shirt, and his chest felt half-numb, as though someone had just healed it. But who? He could not manage to straighten his legs until Byleth put her hand on his knee. Her usually blank gaze was… concerned for him. He managed to steel himself then and return to a normally seated position.
Byleth handed him back his written test. He had completed it, though he didn’t remember filling anything out. He accepted it without betraying any confusion.
“I also taught you the approved dance moves,” Byleth said. “You did very well. You only missed one question. Here.”
She tapped the page. He followed her finger.
49. Dancers must possess __________________.
A. Large busts
B. Shapely thighs
C. A welcoming cunt
D. Powerful hips
E. All of the above
“You chose D, but the correct answer is E,” she said.
“I see,” he said. He would have protested that he did not have a cunt, but he remembered Byleth’s voice telling him to clench and unclench. His ass would do, should Dimitri…
His skin crawled. He forced the thought away. Even so, he clenched down on… He clenched and felt something wet inside of his boxers. Worse: inside of his body. He felt a chill and a… lightness of weight. Something had changed.
“Here’s some literature from the Church on Dancer equipment maintenance. The clothes will be sent to you later,” Byleth said. “Good job.”
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By the time he made it to his room, Dedue felt an unbearable queasiness. He had made the mistake of touching his chest. Someone had pierced his nipples and left rings in them with bright blue sapphires laid at the center; they showed through his shirt. Worse than that was the puffiness in the flesh. He felt… tender there. He wanted to believe it was swelling from the forcefulness of his new… additions, but knew it was not.
Once he touched the first of his violations, he couldn’t help but grab at his crotch. Yes. Now he knew his cock was gone. The seam of his pants was damp. He felt the fabric once, then twice, then, stupidly, ran his fingers down the center and felt not just the undeniable evidence of what had replaced his cock (C. A welcoming cunt), but a third piercing attached to what remained of his once sizeable member. The mingled pain nearly sent him to his knees.
Dedue forced himself to his room, laid down in bed, and tried to will himself unconscious. Perhaps this was temporary. Ashe had once given him strong herbs. He had not dreamed of anything then, precisely, but Ashe had warned him it was a potential side effect.
Clench. Unclench.
He clenched. The piercing in his pants rubbed against his boxers. He unclenched. He clenched again. The wetness soaked his boxers and pressed against his cleft. Dread settled in his stomach and all his limbs.
In service to your lord, which holes…
Dedue opened the equipment maintenance manual.
Congratulations on your Promotion!
If you have been newly blessed with a cunt, you must use it vigorously within forty-eight hours to prevent sealing.
If sealed, you will be demoted and forced to undergo the Dancer training once more, this time without the benefit of the Goddess’ Healing Words.
To prevent accidental sealing, all Dancers undergo rigorous mental training to use their new equipment as soon as possible. We hope that pleasure and duty will drive you to use your new equipment. You will not be released from your newly installed compulsions until your body confirms its use.
He shut the manual. He did not believe the Church could be so depraved.
Clench. Unclench. Clench.
Sweat beaded on his brow. The piercing on his clit was slowly growing less painful. Threads of pleasure went through his limbs as he worked. He brought his thumbs up to his aching bosom, to his sore nipples, and let his thumbs brush over the sapphires. He had never played with himself like this before. His… his breasts tingled with new sensation. He had never imagined that this might be a potential outcome of his service to Dimitri, but, he reminded himself, he did not need his cock to serve His Highness. In battle, he would be in armor… Or whatever it was that passed for armor for a Dancer.
Dedue tried, several times, to remove the ring, but no matter how hard he twisted and tugged, the rings stayed resolutely in place. He looked harder and understood why.
He remembered, suddenly, the Dancer outfit and how sheer the fabric was. Anyone would be able to see the sapphire stones in his nipples. Fine. He would say he had them done for Dimitri and that they were a required part of the costume. But secretly, he knew that it would be a symbol of his life-long debt and the service he chose for himself. If it could not be removed, then so be it. He was bound to Dimitri in the same way.
Unclench. Clench. Clench.
Anyone who came close enough for him to dance on would notice his dripping cunt. This would be more difficult to explain away. Perhaps with time, it would become less of a problem… He twisted his nipples hard enough to make him groan aloud. His hips twisted and rolled, searching for something to rub against. Dedue gripped the top of his thighs and rubbed hard.
The floorboards outside his door creaked. It was Dimitri. Dedue felt a flush of hot shame. He thumbed at his nipples again. He hoped whatever Dimitri needed was not so urgent…
Dimitri knocked again, then several more times. Dedue forced himself out of bed. He fumbled with his shirt buttons and the buttons on his jacket. After two or three attempts at closing the jacket over his chest—had it grown already?—he gave up and opened the door.
“They dropped off the Dancer equipment at my room,” Dimitri said. “Did I interrupt you?”
“No, Your Highness,” Dedue said. He accepted the package with trembling hands. Clench. Unclench.
“Dedue, are you unwell?” Dimitri said.
“No, Your Highness.” Dimitri’s eyes were fixed on his chest. Dedue clenched his jaw. “I’m tired from my promotion exam. Have you completed your training for the evening?”
“Say nothing of tending to me tonight. You’re not well.”
“No,” Dedue said. “Allow me to train with you.”
“Dedue, it pains me to say so, but you’re flushed and unsteady on your feet. You will not be capable of handling training, no matter how hard you try to convince me.” Dedue shook his head. Dimitri frowned. Then, without another word, he stepped into the room and locked the door behind him. He went to Dedue’s trunk and took out a nightshirt. “Change into this,” he said, “and go to bed.”
“Your Highness—”
“Go on,” Dimitri said.
Dedue turned away and opened his jacket, then his shirt, and tossed them onto the bed. He put on the nightshirt—his piercings and the slight swell in his breast were plainly visible through the thin cloth. He removed his pants and, for the first time, saw the strange new shape in his boxers. The ring piercing poked through the cloth. Luckily, the nightshirt was long enough that Dimitri could not see the wetness on the inside of his thighs, but it did not ease the pain of seeing his changes.
“Are you injured?” Dimitri said.
“No.”
“Turn around.”
“I cannot,” Dedue said. His voice wavered.
Dimitri came around to look at Dedue. He looked up at Dedue without seeing his chest. It took Dedue lifting his hands to cup his new breasts to draw Dimitri’s attention down. He squeezed them, letting his skin grow pale between his fingers, and moaned. He let go right away. Dimitri's mouth hung open. He shut it. Deep anger showed in his eyes.
“What’s… How has this happened?”
“Magic. The promotion required it.”
Dimitri tapped at it a few times with his gauntlets, then pinched the rings in his hands. The strain on Dedue’s nipples doubled, then tripled as Dimitri growled and tried to take them off. The pain had a sweet element to it, now that Dimitri was the one tearing at him, and Dimitri was far more careful with Dedue than he was of Mercedes’ needles and scissors—Dedue’s hips bucked, as though he still had a cock searching for a hot place. His cunt throbbed. He swallowed and endured.
“The rings have been welded shut,” Dimitri said, his voice trembling with rage. “Who allowed this?”
Dedue did not have the heart to say it was most likely the professor. To do so might break Dimitri past Dedue’s abilities to bring him back. “I was not made aware,” he said.
Dimitri snarled and hit the wall with his fist. A dent appeared. Dedue did not look at it. “No one should have done this to you,” he said.
Dedue nodded. Seeing Dimitri’s anger comforted him. Yes, it was better to share his burdens with Dimitri. Dimitri was always asking him to. He doubted Dimitri’s anger could undo the changes, but Dedue could make Dimitri less angry. That, in turn, would let him bear his dread without weakness. He licked his lips. Then he said, “There’s another aspect of the equipment…”
He lifted the hem of his nightshirt up with one hand and lowered his boxers with the other.
“Dedue…” Dimitri knelt down before him. Dedue jerked back instinctively—he could not bear their positions inverting—but Dimitri’s cold gauntleted hands gripped his hips. Dimitri tugged at the ring, first lightly, with his teeth then hard enough that Dedue’s knees went weak and Dimitri had to hold him up by his hips. Another tug of the clit piercing and Dedue’s legs opened for Dimitri.
Dimitri’s thumbs pinched his folds as he parted Dedue’s pussy to look at his hole.
15. At night, your lord may request your holes to be used to help him sleep.
Clench. Unclench.
“Your cock,” Dimitri said.
“I do not know if it will be returned to how it was.”
Dimitri made a low, sad sound. Then, without warning Dedue, he pressed his face into Dedue’s cunt. He rubbed his face, from forehead to cheek to nose to lips, across Dedue’s hot, swollen cunt. The crude pressure had a hot pleasure spreading from Dedue’s new parts down to his toes. Some of Dimitri’s hairs caught in the ring. Dimitri shook his head loose without care, then dove back in to lick Dedue’s clit, over and over again, teasing the piercing with his tongue. He guided Dedue to a seated position on the bed, and Dedue was too eager to sit.
“I’ll destroy those who did this to you,” Dimitri said. He covered Dedue’s clit with his tongue, licking and licking as though he might melt the piecing with the heat of his mouth.
“Your Highness—”
Dimitri switched from licking to sucking Dedue’s clit into his mouth, sucking at the flesh around it until it felt like all the blood in his legs was moving to the surface of his engorged clit. Dimitri’s face was ruinous and stormy as he sucked; his gauntlets left hot, red marks in Dedue’s hips. Dedue couldn’t stop jerking and thrusting up into Dimitri’s mouth; he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the mad tears in his prince’s eyes. All he could do was cry out and pull Dimitri’s head closer to him.
It was true that Dimitri had been strained as of late with the Flame Emperor business. Now Dedue had one more way of serving Dimitri. Dimitri had few pleasures. Dedue would allow his body to be one of them.
“Break them, rip them… No one should touch you besides me,” Dimitri said. He kissed Dedue’s cunt, sucking at the slick inside and lapping at his wet entrance. Then, with a snarl, he parted Dedue’s asscheeks and kissed him there, too. Dedue shut his eyes at the fuzzy, lightning-like pleasure arcing from his needy holes to his nipples to his straining, stiff clit. Dimitri switched between his holes, licking and growling all the while.
“Claim me,” Dedue said. “Claim me—”
Dimitri pulled away from his holes. He undid his belt buckle and pulled his cock out of his pants. It was deep red at the tip, long and fat, certainly not an instrument that should approach his virgin pussy—
And yet Dedue needed it. If he had to have this class and promotion, then Dedue needed Dimitri to be the one who locked him into his place. Dimitri’s hand slapped down on his tender breasts and clawed at the rings on his nipples. It hurt but only in good ways.
Dimitri dragged him higher up the bed. He pushed Dedue’s thighs back and positioned his cock at Dedue’s small hole.
Strange to imagine that five years ago, Dimitri had saved his life in this same position. Dedue grabbed Dimitri’s cock and drew it to his hole. It was an impossible stretch. The large, blunt head of Dimitri’s cock kept slipping out of his hole. Dimitri thrust forward, smearing Dedue’s wetness across the crease of his groin, over his clit, poked his asshole, then finally Dedue lined Dimitri up just right, and he was breached.
“Oh—” He winced. He had never thought his muscles would be used this way, but it felt… good. He wanted Dimitri inside him. Some part of him perhaps always had.
The voice in his head was telling him to bear down, so Dedue did, pushing his muscles down so Dimitri could force his cunt apart. Dimitri sank in, inch by inch. His weight was still heavy on Dedue’s chest, one metal-covered palm grinding against his poor piercing. Dedue couldn’t fit Dimitri’s entire cock in him, no matter how fast Dimitri fucked him. Would that change? Could he make his body take Dimitri’s entire cock? If magic could change his body this way, then it couldn’t take much more for him to change his body to satisfy all of Dimitri’s needs.
“Dedue,” Dimitri said. “You’re so good… Join me, join me in my vengeance. Stay by my side, never leave me—”
Dedue hooked his feet over Dimitri’s ass and pulled him further in. “Come inside me, Dimitri,” he said. The shape of Dimitri’s name in his mouth felt inappropriate, but it was what Dimitri needed to unload himself with a wild howl inside Dedue’s cunt.
And so it was sealed. The music and the voice telling him to clench and unclench were silenced. What replaced it was something more frightening: a deep hunger to take more loads—more of Dimitri’s loads—inside his cunt.
Dimitri had not softened in him despite coming. Dedue moved his hips, sliding his cunt on Dimitri’s cock to urge him forward.
“I’ve forgotten to tend to you,” Dimitri muttered. He started again, forcing Dedue’s cunt to deepen and widen around him. Dedue gripped his bedsheets and held on for dear life.