Original Adult Novels of Magic

An Unsuitable Representation
Dahlia Joiner, Gregory Cummings, Artimus Rogue

Chapter 1 ~ A Dream Developing

Creation: Golem
Species or closest facsimile: Human
Sex: Male
Purpose: Standard/Personal
Duration: 1 day
Focus: Perfecting the form

Creator: Dahlia Joiner

Sitting in the Creations office in the lower level of the Finklenook Institute of Higher Magical Learning and Research, educator and sorcerer Artimus Rogue read Dahlia’s entry in the Creation room log. It was about one in the morning. He had been absent for the last three days, he and his familiar Steede taking a short sabbatical on the Serengeti plain in Africa, the horse complaining the entire time that he was going to get eaten by lions. The sorcerer was supposed to stay five days, but Steede’s constant whining made him come back early. Next time, he’d take his other familiar Raucous. That raven was always ready for anything.

Lions? No problem. He’d shit on them freely and without reservation, probably right in their mouths if they were roaring. Raucous had great aim and little regard for his fellow creatures whether they could eat him or not.

Artimus reread the log entry. Hm, Miss Joiner was making a golem was she? Well, that wasn’t too challenging for the sorceress. She had shown quite a gift for forming temporary living beings as well as manipulating the duration of their existence. Most undergrads left the duration length blank. Seven days was the limit, since all creations expired in a week, fading back to nothingness.

One major error made by novices concerning living magical creations was that they didn’t take into consideration that the creature had to be maintained once it became animated. Which meant, they had to be housed and fed. Artimus convinced Dean Aloysius White to include a requirement that no creation could be created unless the creator gave proof adequate sustenance and housing could be provided. There was nothing worse than a hungry dragon or other dangerous beast running about the magical world.

Golems were easy. They could be fed in the institute’s cafeteria and kept in the dorms, so proof of support wasn’t necessary.

Artimus’ heavy brows furrowed a bit. One thing he had noticed about undergrad Joiner was she liked to challenge herself. She had already shown herself quite capable of making golems. So, this was . . . unusual. At least to Artimus.

The pale sorcerer sat there a moment, his brow still creased. He had given each room a cursory glance upon his return and everything seemed in order, but he’d like to take a closer look at Miss Joiner’s creation. He closed the log book, rose, exited the office and walked out into the Creation room corridor.

It was a very long corridor with green doors running the length of it on either side. The gray walls were thirty feet high and each door led to a creation room where physical creations were formed. The rooms themselves were white and empty, each outfitted with a single heavy security door with a square thick glass window for observation. The outer wall of each room was hinged, so it could be swung back to accommodate releasing the larger creations. At the end of the corridor was a huge exit door that opened up on to the grounds for the same purpose.

Artimus walked past several doors on the right before stopping in front of the room that Miss Joiner had utilized. He frowned. The golem seemed to be forming correctly, but Miss Joiner had made an error in orientation. It should have been facing the security door, not away from it. This was rather odd. Miss Joiner always followed proper procedure.

Hm. This sent off warning bells in the sorcerer’s head. Artimus peered in again, his black eyes narrowed suspiciously. From what he could see of the golem, it was rather pale, tall and with dark brown hair. The muscle tone looked a bit soft. Normally, when sorceresses created male golems, they were toned, tan and muscular. Even the butt on this one looked flabby. Still, the log did say she was focusing on form. Maybe she wanted to make a more realistic representation this time.

From the solid appearance, more than likely the golem would become animated in a matter of hours. The skeleton, organs and larger veins could still be seen, but only slightly under the pale skin.

As Artimus stared at the golem, he couldn’t help wondering why it was facing the other way. If it had been any other undergrad, he would have simply chalked it up to carelessness. Not with Miss Joiner. She was a perfectionist, or tried to be . . . which was rather annoying.

The sorcerer hesitated, but his curiosity got the better of him. He removed the latch protecting the room and entered, walking around the golem.

His mouth dropped open.

”What the hell does that sorceress think she’s doing?” Artimus spluttered as he looked at a replica of his own face. “This looks nothing like me!”

The sorcerer stepped back and gave the golem a good once over now, since obviously it was Miss Joiner’s impression of him. The lack of muscle tone was more evident in the front of the golem. It had a little paunch and slight man tits. Artimus’ face turned terrible when he saw the size of the genitals.

”What?” he snarled as he looked at the pitiful four-inch tool peeking out of a nest of brunette hair, drooping over the tiniest pair of balls he had ever seen on a human being or replica of one.

”I’m going to kill that sorceress,” he hissed, tempted to dissolve the almost formed golem.

Seeing Dahlia’s idea of him made flesh was rather disturbing on another level, since Artimus found the young woman quite attractive and had been mulling over whether or not to make an advance. When Artimus mulled, he mulled. She’d been at the institute three years and he had yet to make any type of move other than to give her the occasional hard time in class.

Dahlia wasn’t a beautiful sorceress, but her features were attractive to Artimus. She had a bit of olive tone to her skin, a broad nose, very full lips, and her eyes were large, hazel and expressive. Her hair was brown, straight and long, and she stood about five-seven.

Dahlia wasn’t exactly slender. She had some meat to her shape, especially around her hips and thighs. He liked to see her in pants, although she wore long tunics to try and cover up that luscious, rounded derriere. Her breasts were a nice size too. Artimus could definitely see himself bouncing off that curvaeous body.

But as he looked at this poor duplicate of himself, he knew there was no way Miss Joiner could find him attractive. Not if . . .

His eyes flicked down to the golem’s cock again.

Dear Sons. He had to do something about this. But what?

He stood there, staring at the golem and a rather wicked thought formed in his head. Obviously, Miss Joiner had planned to have the golem completed before he returned from his sabbatical. If he hadn’t come back early, he would have never seen the creature. So this was purposely done in his absence. And no one knew he was back yet either.

Hm. He technically had two free days left.

Two free days with which to show Miss Joiner that he was no flabby, paunch-bellied, man-titted, little-dicked sorcerer. Of course, proving it would mean moving a bit out of his comfort zone, but Artimus had a small comfort zone to begin with and had no problem stepping out of it.

”Miss Joiner, you’re going to get quite the surprise when your little ‘golem’ becomes animated,” he hissed, pulling out his wand and pointing it at the creature.

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Early the next morning, Dahlia and Gregory hurried down to the creation room, anxious to see if her Rogue golem had animated yet. She carried a set of robes and a pair of slip-on shoes, just in case.

”I hope it’s ready,” Dahlia breathed as they both walked up the corridor to the door that held her golem. “Mr. Rogue is coming back tomorrow. I’ve got to get it out of here before then.”

Gregory shook his head.

”I don’t know why you made that golem,” he said to her. “The real Rogue is bad enough. We don’t need two of him running around.”

”I just wanted to see if I could do it,” Dahlia said evasively.

”Well, other than his face, he’s not very attractive,” Gregory responded. “If it even looks like Rogue.”

Gregory was an authority on man-flesh, being that he preferred it.

”I don’t know why he formed like that. Maybe because he’s older than I am,” Dahlia said. “Older men aren’t usually buff.”

Dahlia hadn’t been inside the room since she first formed the golem. It wasn’t allowed without Artimus being present. Once closed, the door wouldn’t open for anyone other than him until the creation was fully animated. This safeguard was in place in case an undergrad tried to alter a creature mid-form. There were usually disastrous results. But once the creature was finished, the creator could enter the room and interact with it.

Dahlia had only viewed the golem from behind, and what she saw wasn’t very impressive. It was like it had no definition. She was a little upset about that. She had hoped it would be, well . . . sexy. Because Mr. Rogue definitely was. Actually, she had created the golem in order to live out a little fantasy about the educator.

Dahlia had the hots for Artimus ever since she came to the institute. After three years, she’d given up hope that he’d ever find her attractive. All he ever did was give her grief about being so anal about her projects. It was probably her nose that turned him off. It was much too big. Plus, she wasn’t slender either. All in all, just not his type. And since she had never seen the sorcerer with anyone, she had no idea what his type was.

But, since Dahlia was a sorceress, she could find ways around the fact she was invisible to him. Ways like her golem. Even if it wasn’t perfect body-wise as long as it had his face, she could still play out her dirty little dream. Even Gregory didn’t know she liked Rogue. Although they shared just about everything, Dahlia didn’t feel comfortable sharing that information.

”Maybe he looks like that because you don’t know what Rogue looks like under his clothing. You know the law of creating creatures . . . you can’t create what you don’t know. I mean . . . you know what he looks like and how the human body is put together, but you don’t know his body type. You only know he’s older than you by about twenty years. That translated to flab,” Gregory said helpfully as they reached the door.

Dahlia peered in.

”What happened? The light must have blown out. I can’t see a thing,” she said as she peered into the darkness.

Gregory looked in too, cupping his hand to the glass and leaning over Dahlia.

”Nope, can’t see a thing. Let’s knock on the door. If it’s animated, maybe it will come to the window,” he suggested.

Dahlia nodded, still peering in the window. Gregory knocked on the door hard.

”Hey, are you awake?” he called loudly.

Suddenly Dahlia let out a little shriek and both she and Gregory stumbled back from the door as the pale scowling visage of Artimus Rogue appeared in the window, glaring at them.

”He’s awake,” Dahlia said, her voice barely audible.

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