Back at my dorm room, Maud Pie continued playing with my body to find my beast trigger, but nothing has changed my form just yet. She even tried teasing me just by grinding me slowly to my end. Although the pleasure of being teased was tempting, it still didn't give me any edge of transformation. But, knowing Maud's curiosity of anything too valuable to pass up, she promised to herself that she'd keep on trying. It was then we heard the door swing open, and in came Dot Dash.

"Maud?" Dot saw us in mostly a clothes-on cowgirl position. Maud put a finger to my lips before I could say a word.

"I'm trying to find his beast trigger..." Maud explained as I looked at her. Dot wasn't surprised, but after hearing about the beast trigger explanation from Maud, she had to try for herself. Now, I was being crushed by two lightly horny mares who are playing with my body and ripping off my shirt, like two horny scientists. Dot was the first to run her hands on me, and with a smirk, she played with my nipples to stimulate me up to attention. However, I sensed nothing transforming me yet, despite feeling a bold tingling down my loins and hers. Maud had to check elsewhere while still riding on top of my crotch. Of course, Dot had another idea.

"Feel anything yet?" Maud asked. Dot shook her head, nothing even bothering to say a word. Of course, neither could I since Dot's ass was burying my face. I inhaled and exhaled lightly, as if I could try holding my breath underwater, but couldn't breathe for a while. I tried to alert Dot by slapping her ass just to get her to focus, but the sensation of my breath under her loins was too much to bear. Plus, it has only made my situation worse since she moved her hips faster over my face.

"Dot. Stop. He's suffocating." Maud warned.

"Dammit! Can't you just let me enjoy my satisfaction?" Dot replied before continuing to bury my face. Suddenly, I couldn't move an inch after fainting, but it wasn't until my skin transformed, turns me right into what I expected - the same naked warewolf-like creature that I saw myself as. Then, out of nowhere, I accidentally leaned Dot face down to my crotch while Maud got off of me at the same time.

Dot felt the impact of being thrown down to my crotch, and liked it. "Such a horny little freak, huh?"

"Uh oh..." I stopped myself for a while. "Wait, I only wanted to get you off of..."

"I am getting off, Mojo..." Dot giggled with a smirk. But, Maud approached to her and threw her off of me before lifting me back up until I was at my own two feet again. Dot had just discovered that submitting or restraining me into a near-death would turn me into a unstoppable beast.

"Great. Now how do I get back?" I asked them. Maud hadn't had much about, but she decided to herself that she'd discover it anyway. Dot, on the other hand, had her fun and decided to watch for herself, and possibly guide Maud.

***

"I've not seen Vinyl in a while, though she did mention having a crew with her..." I said to myself as I was walking through the hallway, which were swept clean, and everyone mares was in class. It wasn't long before I stopped and heard my cellphone ring. Once I picked it up, I saw a glowing message.

"hey." It was Vinyl Scratch. I couldn't imagine anyone would be talking or texting to me during class hours, but I figured that she might be in need of entertainment, or stress relief.

Hey... what's up? I replied back with a smile.

"Nm (Nothing much). U?

"Turned to a beast, some fun time with mares... nothin new..."

"Lmao! Couldn't get ahold of u since that party, huh?"

Naw. Got some rest finally.

"Sweet. Wanna come to my dorm studio and drop the bass?..."

"Okay. Why?"

"Well, I was thinking that... I don't know... maybe we can do another session... make up for lost time..."

"Sounds like fun..." Suddenly, I've heard various sounds of instruments being played in impressive melodies and smooth tone to a moderate march tune.

"What's that?"

Nothin. Jus some classical music from a class. I'm not even inside.

"Oh. That..."

"What? You know it?"

"Well, it's not the "it". It's the "her" I know..."

"Who?"

"Octavia Melody. You might not know this yet, but she and I mashed-up some cool shit together. Downside is, she's a total classical nut, and we both have our little fuss-ups... didn't want me breaking her flow. But, we're cool. She's in music class as I speak if that's what you're wondering..."

Ok. We'll meet later. Gotta see this.

"That's cool. I'll be setting myself up. Don't be in too long, k? ?"

"Np (No problem.) Cya (See ya)."

"... Bass booming and orgasms ringing..."

After I was done texting with Vinyl, I set my phone to silent, and placed it in my pants pocket before entering the music classroom. Inside, I saw a orchestral band of distinguished mares playing their instruments to the tempo of a mature unicorn's levitating baton swinging in a moderate tempo. All of them wore different variations of frilly blouses, schoolgirl skirts, and black heels. However, their hair styles were absolutely different, and un-professional at the most. But, they don't seem to have some kind of cult manner rolling around their classroom. As for their music teacher, she seemed to have a goddess of a body hidden under her suit-like uniform, and a face of class under her dark red glasses. She waved her baton, signaling the band to cut before putting it down to her music stand and facing me. The students remained silent, but some of them whispered to each other after gaining sight of me. One of them was a grey cello-playing earth mare with a black and grey suit with a pink bow tie.

"Um.... Madam..." was all I could say before the teacher straightened the front of her blouse. Her skin was dark red, and her hair has a coiffure shape, and its color was black with dark grey highlights.

"Well, if it isn't the famous Mr. Kitsune..." the teacher said. The students chattered softly as soon as they heard my name. I didn't bother looking behind me as they either blushed, licked their lips lovingly, or bit their lips nervously.

"You've seemed intrigued by this number..." the professor adjusted her glasses.

"Actually, I've heard of classical music, but I've never heard of that piece..." I answered in a most polite way.

"Why, that would be Equine's Dream - No. 7 - A challenge for first-generations!" she explained before introducing herself as Harpsichord Batonamous. She also said that despite teaching and conducting her class, she was also a piece writer and virtuoso Harpsichord player, judging from the giant piano on the left of her.

The professor smiled deviously. "Since your presence has sparked our interests, care to challenge us with any particular tune you're familiar with?"

It was then I gave some quick thought, and then an idea hit me. Next, I pressed the French horn to my lips and blew, playing some notes from Pictures At An Exhibition - Promenade. After a short pause, the students examined the notes, then it hit them. They followed, playing the same tune as mine with their own instruments before pausing. Then, I reacted by playing some notes again, then the students reacted yet again. Harpsichord couldn't believe what she saw, and was familiarized with that tune. She quickly sat on her chair near the Harpsichord piano and played along, putting us all on key. By the time the piece was finished, we lowered our instruments and looked at each other until Harpsichord applauded.

"Well, I never thought I'd see something like this... You're a fan of Promenade?" Harpsichord asked.

I nodded. "Well, it is a relaxing and legendary piece, and the melodies behind it moved me." I explained in detail, which impressed the professor as well as the other students.

"I think he is indeed correct, Madam Batonamous..." the grey mare stood up. Then, the others agreed with her.

"Thank you, Octavia." Harpsichord bowed her head before clapping her hands, dismissing class. The students stood up and started packing up their instruments in their cases, but it wasn't before they each blew a kiss, a wink, or a wave as they left the room. As for Octavia, she picked up her cello and introduced her full name as Octavia Melody before exiting with the others.

"Were you always this attractive?" Harpsichord had to see for herself how her students acted slightly peculiar (or slightly horny) around me. Even she had to find out for herself, but she preferred to keep her posture intact, and not stumble over anything tempting.

"It's a long story, Madam." I looked at myself before being greeted with a gentle hand stroking my cheek.

"Please." the professor replied with a coo in her voice. "Call me Harpsichord, Mr. Kitsune..."

"I can't believe I'm finally meeting the infamous first stallion of GEA!... You have to help us get in shape for our exclusive concert coming up... You look pretty cute up close... and sexy too..."