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A crimson envelope sat in the student's mailbox like a sleeping dragon, just waiting to be awoken to unleash it's wrath. They would have to open it, even though they already knew what it was. They knew they had botched their last exam. This was a disciplinary summons, calling them to the dean's office.

The contents were just as they expected, calling for a meeting with the dean in as many words as possible. It read careful not to directly insult while being as demeaning as possible, as with any academic chastisement.

A few hours later they stepped into the dean's office. She reclined barefoot on a luxurious chair in a black dress that spilled out of it like a waterfall at midnight. Her skin glowed an eerie color in the candlelight. It was an open secret in Veilis School of Magics that Dean Kennedy was a vampire, but there are few people more qualified to teach blood magic. A fact that also meant she was frozen in time at the height of her beauty.

"You are aware of why I've called you here, yes?" She said, with a look that could burn a hole through the unfortunate student. They nodded, knowing that words would be too intimidated to come out of hiding. "That should make this simple then. I am formally notifying you of your expulsion, effective immediately." She said matter of factly.

"Expulsion!" The student exclaimed. "What do I tell my parents? They couldn't bear to hear that!"

"Oh don't worry dear, they'll never have to know that you failed." The dean said. Her fingers curled around a ball of deep red magic forming in her hand. The student felt their blood boiling in their veins. "I'm sorry to have to do this, but you know too much about this school now. I can't just let you go."

The student's body contorted painfully as they folded in on themselves, becoming smaller and smaller. Blood magic was a cousin of transmutation magic, but far more painful, physically molding a body into the size the wielder wanted rather than simply changing it.

They stood looking up at their former professor in horror. She made you feel like a bug even at normal size. Her disaffected stare made it clear she had no qualms about crushing them as she scooped them up between her toes.

"You weren't a particularly bad student, just a disappointment. So I'll give you a choice in your fate." The dean said, squeezing them between her toes. "I can squish you right now and that will be the end of it, or you can serve me. You'll spend your days cleaning my shoes and feet, but you'll be alive. I suppose I could also hand you over to the baroness. She always welcomes a gift, but unless she takes a particular liking to you, you'll probably end up in her stomach." She laid out the options as if any of them were something a sane person would voluntarily choose.

She played with the student between her toes as they made up their mind, rubbing them up and down with her cold flesh. Apart from their softness her toes were devoid of any humanity.

"I choose to be your servant... Please, just let me go!" They were visibly shivering as they pleaded with her.

"Good choice dear, but you won't be going anywhere. I need something to play with when I get my work done, and you're the perfect little toe toy."

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Description
A crimson envelope sat in the student's mailbox like a sleeping dragon, just waiting to be awoken to unleash it's wrath. They would have to open it, even though they already knew what it was. They knew they had botched their last exam. This was a disciplinary summons, calling them to the dean's office.

The contents were just as they expected, calling for a meeting with the dean in as many words as possible. It read careful not to directly insult while being as demeaning as possible, as with any academic chastisement.

A few hours later they stepped into the dean's office. She reclined barefoot on a luxurious chair in a black dress that spilled out of it like a waterfall at midnight. Her skin glowed an eerie color in the candlelight. It was an open secret in Veilis School of Magics that Dean Kennedy was a vampire, but there are few people more qualified to teach blood magic. A fact that also meant she was frozen in time at the height of her beauty.

"You are aware of why I've called you here, yes?" She said, with a look that could burn a hole through the unfortunate student. They nodded, knowing that words would be too intimidated to come out of hiding. "That should make this simple then. I am formally notifying you of your expulsion, effective immediately." She said matter of factly.

"Expulsion!" The student exclaimed. "What do I tell my parents? They couldn't bear to hear that!"

"Oh don't worry dear, they'll never have to know that you failed." The dean said. Her fingers curled around a ball of deep red magic forming in her hand. The student felt their blood boiling in their veins. "I'm sorry to have to do this, but you know too much about this school now. I can't just let you go."

The student's body contorted painfully as they folded in on themselves, becoming smaller and smaller. Blood magic was a cousin of transmutation magic, but far more painful, physically molding a body into the size the wielder wanted rather than simply changing it.

They stood looking up at their former professor in horror. She made you feel like a bug even at normal size. Her disaffected stare made it clear she had no qualms about crushing them as she scooped them up between her toes.

"You weren't a particularly bad student, just a disappointment. So I'll give you a choice in your fate." The dean said, squeezing them between her toes. "I can squish you right now and that will be the end of it, or you can serve me. You'll spend your days cleaning my shoes and feet, but you'll be alive. I suppose I could also hand you over to the baroness. She always welcomes a gift, but unless she takes a particular liking to you, you'll probably end up in her stomach." She laid out the options as if any of them were something a sane person would voluntarily choose.

She played with the student between her toes as they made up their mind, rubbing them up and down with her cold flesh. Apart from their softness her toes were devoid of any humanity.

"I choose to be your servant... Please, just let me go!" They were visibly shivering as they pleaded with her.

"Good choice dear, but you won't be going anywhere. I need something to play with when I get my work done, and you're the perfect little toe toy."

available in 4k on patreon

also follow the twitter and itaku