WFT 05

World’s Fluffiest Teacher

05: Bussin Graduation Day!

Raine’s brain was filled with Bussin.

It made sense, after all. She’d done nothing but study Bussin for a month now since she arrived in this world.

She studied Bussin vocabulary in the morning, read and wrote Bussin syntax and sentence structure in the afternoons, and dined in the evening on a variety of Bussin grammar and conjugation rules for dessert.

She even dreamed of Bussin at this point. But, it was all coming to an end. There was light at the end of the tunnel.

Test day! Raine thought, giddy as she dressed. She even had several outfits now. She picked out a practical outfit of dark blue pants and a black blouse. It looked distinctly masculine, admittedly, because it was. Most of the clothes she actually wore were similar to how she’d dressed all her life. Prismatia had provided her with a variety of dresses, but most were untouched as…

Raine really just wasn’t ready. She didn’t have the exact gender dysphoria she’d feared on waking, likely courtesy of the fox goddess Sumire not fucking her reincarnation that badly, but even so, taking to full dresses in the wind like that was… too much.

By this point, Prismatia didn’t need to hold her hand nearly as much as she had in the first few days, particularly when interacting among the castle staff. She was able to order a nice breakfast, even chat with an elven teacher named Sama who bemoaned the idiocy of her students, “I swear, if I read another student essay on ‘What is Beauty?’ with the punchline being Headmistress Prismatia’s ass I’m going to scream.”

Raine had given her a reassuring pat on the back while eating her eggs and bacon. “Guys can be perverted,” she admitted, remembering her own experience.

Sama snorted. “Guys write about cool explosions and dying heroically in final stands. All these essays are from girls.”

Raine had no response for that.

Then? The moment arrived.

Test time.

Raine stopped outside an ornate hardwood door and shuffled her feet nervously. Her ears twitched. “Well, ready or not, here I come,” she said. A deep breath later, she clenched the crystal door handle and entered the test room: Prismatia’s study.

The dragoness greeted her with a vicious smirk. “Are you ready, my cute student?” She asked, her tone teasing. By this point, Raine had learned to recognize that that meant what was ahead of her was either going to be difficult, confusing, or embarrassing. Though as for that last one, she wasn’t sure why.

The study was as she remembered. Simply but sumptuously furnished. A large wooden desk, darkened with age. Pictures and paintings along the walls, bookshelves stuffed full of texts and tomes and little mementos of the dragoness’s travels. Comfortable chairs made to accommodate for those with tails, and an arcane device that Prismatia had informed her was functionally equivalent to a computer.

“I am,” Raine said. She wanted this to be over. She liked learning, but had always jumped around, learned bits here and there. This total immersion sped things up but was a drain on her mental batteries.

She took a seat on a smaller desk Prismatia had brought in specifically for her, checked her pen and ink was full, and without further ado, began the test the moment her teacher set it down.

There was no time limit, so she took her time to work through the thirty pages of questions. Some were simple vocabulary, others tests of sentence structure, others meant to take meaningful ideas from passages.

The test, the teacher side of her noted, was actually very well made, even if Prismatia had apparently had to dig it out of storage given most people were able to learn a language via magic quickly.

Except me, Raine thought ruefully, even while her pen never stopped.

Two hours later, Raine set her pen down and let out a breath, stretching. “I believe I am done, Prismatia.”

Prismatia swooped in to pick up the test packet before sitting down at her desk. She idly chewed on her lip in a manner that was... distracting, to say the least, as she went over Raine’s answers. After some time, the scratching of Prismatia’s pen ceased, and she nodded, seeming satisfied.

“You scored quite well. It wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t going to be. I’d say roughly... ninety-two out of a hundred?” The dragoness nodded, before returning the packet to Raine so she could see where she’d gone wrong.

Raine nodded, leaning in close so they could go over the mistakes together. It didn’t occur to her until a few questions in that she was very close to Prismatia, and holy crap was Prismatia pretty, with eyes like liquid amber and lips that suddenly looked very kissable.

Suddenly very dry mouthed, Raine reined in those particular impulses and bit her cheek. “I see,” she said, going over the last questions and to distract herself from how gorgeous Prismatia was. “No wonder I missed these questions; they’re meant to trick you. Probably catches everyone.” Raine leaned back, fanning her face slightly.

“Pretty much. Some of those rely on homographs or other tricky bits that catch you out if you’re less familiar with the language,” Prismatia nodded, seemingly oblivious to Raine’s flustered state. “That said, you’ve done pretty well, and I’d say judging by this you’re at an acceptable level of basic conversational proficiency.”

“Well,” Raine said, fingers tapping on the table and tail wagging just a bit mischievously. “Given I had never even heard of Bussin a month ago and did so well on the proficiency test, I think I’m due a prize.” Her tone was half joking as, while she did indeed work her butt off for this test, she wasn’t sure it merited much beyond a ‘Yay good job you’ from Prismatia.

The dragoness gave her a mischievous smirk, and Raine began to wonder what she’d gotten herself into.

 “Well.... hmm, I have kept you cooped up in here all month, even if it was for your own safety. How about this— I’ll fulfill any one request. Anything your heart desires, my cute student,” Prismatia said, tilting her head to the side as she awaited Raine’s response.

Raine faltered, not expecting Prismatia to seriously consider her request. A simple look confirmed Prismatia looked absolutely serious.

Which made her ask herself a question: what did she want?

She still wasn’t certain what she even wanted in this life she’d been given, but…

“The sea,” Raine said softly. “I never got to see the ocean in my old world. I’d also like to visit a place outside Mourningwood Academy. It’s lovely, and grand, and big and beautiful, but I’d like to see how regular people live in this world too, you know?” A tilt of the head and a belly rumble later, she added, “Seafood, too. I’d like some seafood.”

“Excellent. Well, get yourself ready to go out and meet me in the courtyard in... about an hour?” the dragoness grinned at her, her demeanor abruptly less teasing and more cheerful. How odd.

“S-sure!” Raine stuttered, just a bit before going back to her room to prepare.

Today had gotten a lot more interesting.

~~~~

Now, technically Prismatia could teleport both of them to the coast. It’d take a bit to set up, but the transportation itself would be basically instantaneous. However, her student had mentioned she had never seen the sea in her life. And to the dragoness... there were much better ways of seeing the sea for the first time.

And in the seeing, provide Raine with another unique experience. So, when the young kitsune arrived in the courtyard they’d agreed to meet in, the dragoness was grinning.

“So, Miss Raine—are you ready to go?” Prismatia asked, her grin likely exposing her sharp teeth to the other woman.

“Yup! So how are we getting there? Some sort of spell, or flying contraption, or—” Raine began, only to be interrupted as Prismatia chose that moment to strike.

“I suppose it makes sense— I haven’t seen you take on your own true form even once since you’ve arrived.” The dragoness smirked. “However, I am not so inexperienced with my own body. Tell me, have you ever seen a true dragon before?”

And then— she wasn’t exactly sure what it looked like from the outside, but returning to her natural draconic form always felt like loosening a corset or some similar action. That wasn’t to say that her humanoid form was uncomfortable, per se. It was simply that her natural shape was... larger, grander, something that naturally invoked fear and awe.

Her scales spread over her body, limbs expanding and hands and feet turning into powerful claws. Her scales grew thicker until no portion of her body was unarmored, as she took on a lithe, aerodynamic shape that nonetheless would have easily eclipsed an elephant in size. Her horns, which on her smaller form were largely impractical to use in a fight, had become a crown of bone and keratin. Her tail swiped through the air behind her, with a sound not unlike that of a whip-crack.

And all that was with the purple dragonflight being smaller and less physically potent than their cousins in exchange for greater arcane power and control. A dragon of her age should be... significantly larger, all told. That said, she was sure she struck quite the imposing figure.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Get on!” She spoke, and her voice boomed, bouncing off the walls of the courtyard.

“H-holy shit,” Raine breathed after a long moment. She spent a bit longer just looking over Prismatia, who definitely wasn’t preening to show off her wings and refract the light off her scales in just such a way to create a bit of a rainbow light show on her body. “Um, let me,” the young kitsune said, stepping forward to only somewhat awkwardly climb atop Prismatia’s back. “L-like this?” Raine asked uncertainly.

“That’s right. Sit in that dip in the spinal scale ridge and grip onto the rounded lower part of the spike in front of you— I don’t have the proper gear on me for something more...comfortable, but this will have to do,” The dragoness sighed. “If this wasn’t spur of the moment I could have prepared a riding saddle of some sort.”

“I think I got it,” Raine said, gripping onto one of her spines just behind her wings on her back. “Um, I wouldn’t want to demean you. I don’t know what significance that might have, but I don’t want you treated like some farm animal.”

“I appreciate your concern, my dear student. You’re right in that there’s a cultural significance to the tack and outfitting a paired dragon and rider wear. This would, however, simply be for your comfort, at least in this case,” She explained, as she crouched and then launched into the air, rocketing upwards before extending her wings and leveling out into a glide. “As things are, I won’t be able to do some of the more... complex, maneuvers without either holding you on with magic or risking you falling off.”

“I see,” Raine audibly gulped. “Is… is it too late to mention I’ve never flown before? At all?”

The dragoness laughed and shook her head as those mighty wings began to flap and she oriented herself towards their destination. “Do not worry, Miss Raine. I won’t be letting you fall today. You still want to see the sea, do you not?”

Raine was quiet a moment before she seemed to steel herself, nodding. “I… I want to. This is, this is just wild. Just, be careful.”  Her hands tightened on her spines and her legs clamped with surprising force as she steadied herself.

And so, they winged out towards the coast, rapidly leaving the castle behind. It was... always a joy to fly. Enjoying the open air, the land opening up beneath her like a painting. It was little wonder her people grew so entitled to beauty and riches, when they had all the bounty of nature laid out for them like this.

As the younger woman had requested, though, she kept it simple— not exactly reaching her top speed nor engaging in any of the aerial maneuvers and tricks of skill she usually enjoyed. Still, it didn’t take long for them to begin nearing the coast. At first, it was indistinct, but as they grew closer, the air began to smell of salt, and the sounds of sea birds and the crashing of waves could be heard. The blue waters of the ocean.

As they grew ever nearer to the settlement Prismatia had in mind, great sandstone cliffs and seemingly picturesque sandy beaches came into view. She looked back, and saw a small, nervous grin on the kitsune’s face.
 

As they say these days, score.

“Wait, Miss Prismatia, what are those? They’re getting really close!” Raine asked, pointing to the side as blue and green scaled, flying reptilians darted out from the cliffs to fall in behind Prismatia. They looked similar, almost related to Prismatia, but their front legs were membranous wings, like that of a bat. One reared back, letting out a call that wasn’t quite a roar, but also wasn’t quite like an eagle’s cry, yet echoed like one.

“Ah, coastal wyverns. Don’t worry, they’re... well, for our purposes they’re friendly. They’re not stupid enough to challenge a true dragon,” Prismatia grinned. Wyverns were an interesting sort— different flights varied drastically in intelligence, but her lesser cousins weren’t exactly mere animals, either.

And these wyverns seemed to be a mated pair, from the looks of them and their behaviour with each other. It was quite cute if she had to be honest. Their following her and their clear affection for each other was making her feel quite broody... and was a not-exactly-unpleasant reminder of what that damnable fox expected of her and Raine.

They flew a while longer, the wyverns coasting on her tailwind skillfully. Raine’s nervousness at their presence gradually turned to awe as Prismatia peeked back at her, the wonder she had to be flying, on dragon-back, with creatures her world had never known clearly getting to her.

This was, Prismatia thought, a memory she would treasure forever.

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AN:

BookDragon: We had a lot of fun writing this one. I really enjoy writing with Hidden— the words and the time pass by really fast even if sometimes one of us will stare off into the distance for 5 minutes not realizing the other’s finished their bit and is waiting.

HiddenMaster: Indeed, and before anyone asks, that happened at least three times this chapter with the two of us. But, hey, we’re making progress and getting far.

There’s a whole bit of world building too with those wyverns that popped up near the end that didn’t get included in this chapter, but might make it into the next. Fun buggers, if absolute menaces to the local fish population.

BookDragon: Mhm, the entirety of next chapter was supposed to be part of this one, but we moved it to its own chapter for various reasons including having these scenes stand well on their own and having a nice chapter endpoint. Y’all will enjoy the story behind the coastal town, I think! And now, a word from our commissioner! Give it up for Kitsu, folks!

Kitsu: A foxxo riding a dragon fr fr. I can’t wait until the Foxxo rides the dragon fr fr.

Very fun chap. Would love to see the Kitsune take her true form at some point and show y’all what she looks like.

Also, yeah, we have plans for that. They talked to me about it, and I pointed out how it sounded in character, but it’s funny as shit so we’re keeping it.

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