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well-fleshed thighs showed almost—but not quite—to her panty line. "Sure," Ceive said. "If a girl thinks there's something useful to be learned in this class, and wastes time attending it."
    There was a murmur of admiration at this audacity. No one else dared respond to the Professor like that. Breanna, having made her way to the door, paused to see what would happen.
    "That answer is incorrect," Grossclout said.
    "You have a better one?" Ceive asked, adjusting her décolletage so that her very full breasts showed almost—but not quite—half their heaving globes.
    "Indeed. When a demoness who has been banned from classes because of failing the course fourteen times in succession attempts to masquerade as a student, and discovers that the class she has crashed is an illusion."
    "Really!" Ceive laughed, her flesh jiggling juicily.
    Then the rest of the class dissolved into a single mass of warty flesh. Ceive was left sitting on the tip of the tongue of a horrendous monster. Huge teeth appeared as it slammed its jaws together. The demoness barely had time to puff into smoke before getting chomped.
    The monster formed into a suction pump, and sucked the smoke into itself. "Eeeek!" the smoke screamed as it disappeared into the tank. Then the tank popped into the path of a giant steamroller and was instantly flattened.
    The Professor extended a hand on an endlessly lengthening arm and picked up the paper-thin form. "Why, I do believe it is Metria," he said. "She seems to have lost weight."
    "Metria!" Breanna exclaimed. "That's where she went!"
    The Professor glanced her way. "This miscreant is with you?"
    "I guess she is," Breanna said. "We needed her help to find you."
    "Then perhaps you had better take charge of her." The Professor rolled the paper into a tight ball and tossed it across the re-forming classroom.
    "Uh, thank you," Breanna said, catching the ball. "We'll try to keep her out of further mischief." Then she stepped out of the classroom.
    "I had wondered where she went," Xeth said.
    "For sure." She looked at the ball. "Do you think she'll recover? I was sorry to see her squished like that, after she helped us."
    The ball dissolved into smoke. "Oh, I've been squished before," the voice of the demoness said. "That's when my personality got fractured into three identities."
    "I didn't know that," Breanna said. "What happened?"
    The smoke shaped into human female form, fully clothed. "In my youth I got stepped on by a Sphinx. It squished me into three aspects: Metria, with the problem of lexicon—"
    "Of what?" Xeth asked.
    "Vocabulary," Breanna said quickly.
    "Whatever," the demoness agreed crossly. "And Mentia, who's a little crazy." She changed form, becoming cross-eyed with her pupils spinning around inside. "And cute little Woe Betide." She became a sweet, nice, adorable, innocent child. "Professional Grossmouth always puts me through the wringer when he catches me in class."
    "I heard that!" the Professor's voice bellowed from the room beyond.
    "Oh, go toast your ancient old eyeballs on this!" Metria said, reforming in a short-to-the-nth-degree skirt. She faced away from the classroom, bent forward, and flipped up the skirt to expose huge polkadot bloomers.
    "I saw that!" the voice trumpeted.
    Breanna realized that Metria and the Professor had an ongoing relationship that just possibly barely might include half a modicum of mutual respect. She liked to show him her wares and he liked to condemn her. Apparently no harm had been done to either, this time around.
    "Let's go find that Ring," Breanna said. She started off down the hall.
    "Isn't Xeth coming?" Metric inquired as she floated along beside.
    Breanna realized that King Xeth wasn't with them. She turned and looked back. He was standing where he had been.
    Then she added it up. "Your bloomers! They freaked him out!"
    "Sorry about that," the demoness said, not too contritely.
    Breanna went back and waved a hand before Xeth's face. "Xeth! Come out of it."
    He