The New Apprentice
"A coin? Spare a coin?"
Jon held out his hands to the peasants who wandered nearby, begging for any sort of currency they could offer. Most of them gave him a passing sneer as they went, and it left him feeling disheartened each time he went.
Jon had been begging for a long time now. He was on the cusp of becoming a man, yet not old enough to join the army or take a guardsman's job. He was only 12, which made him still a child in the eyes of the King's Laws. Not that he really had the knack for it: the Otter barely had much flesh on him, in comparison to the bone. He was thin and starved of nutrients, his stomach tucked firmly in and lacking muscle. He was often never lucky enough to even score a loaf of bread each day, leaving him a lot worse for wear than he should be. The teen wandered, his feet scuffing against the ground. Many held him in contempt, for a good number of reasons: his apparent lack of shame in begging for money, and his lack of clothes.
He only wore a loose loincloth that was barely held up by his flat, bony hips. The loose piece of cloth just barely covered his form, and the rest of his fur was dirty and damp from the recent rain. His feet dredged through the mud, passing by farmers and peddlers alike, occasionally asking for any coin they can spare.
The town wasn't large, by any capacity, but it was definitely popular: Arran was a small, quaint little thing, but its main attraction was its location. It sat squarely in the middle of two large cities. As such, the majority of trade and commerce ran through the town itself, though no-one had ever expanded on it. That never stopped salesman of every kind making the most out of the traffic that ran through the centre of town: a myriad of shops and Inns were opened up along the path they called 'The Trade Mile', where peddlers and travelling mercenaries alike would stop and refresh themselves on the many inns that ran along the path.
Jon was on the same road, travelling east along the mile. There was a number of Taverns that knew him by face, and some were kind, providing the scraps of meat that those more lavish and wealthy often left behind, whilst others told him to get lost and never darken their doorstep. Over time, even the kinder ones had grown irritated at his situation and had turned their back on him. He was left feeling alone and betrayed.
The hunger was too great. After a good deal of walking, Jon had to stop. The otter slumped down in the mud beside a carpentry shop, feeling the exhaustion and hunger seep into his bones and what little muscle he had. He glanced up, briefly, seeing the same sneering stares of people passing by. Beggars were never really received well, but it wasn't like Jon could help it. He rolled his mouth around so it sat more comfortably with the large, saberteeth protrusions that stuck out of his mouth. They were often a menace, and were still growing: whilst they were only an inch long each in size, it was clear they'd be much larger by the time he was an adult, or at the peak of his growth.
He had been an orphan since he was born. He had never known his parents, and as he grew older, he'd decided he didn't want to. But, like all orphanages, the food was scarce, as was the care. Many of the 'staff' didn't do much other than discipline when they misbehaved, and get them to bed. They were never bathed, and never truly fed. So, Jon spend the majority of his time during the day begging for what meager scraps he could, and would normally return to the menial comfort of a rock-hard bed in the evening. Some would call that shelter, but he only knew it as a curse. For all intents and purposes, he was homeless. He wished he'd had a better life. He felt his eyes sting and he pressed his forehead down against his dirty forearms. His body finally noticed how cold it was, and he began to shiver.
"Are you alright, child?"
Jon heard a voice and his neck craned up to see the fellow standing over him. For a moment, he thought he was staring at a silhouette, and shaded his eyes in an effort to make the man appear clearer. It was then that he realised the man was a Panther, his fur as black as night, with sharp green eyes that stared down at him with a degree of concern, not contempt.
The Panther crouched down and Jon could see him a little better, from a more level angle. The feline was dressed in a trader's clothes, specifically that of a carpenter: he had a large brown apron that covered the front of his body, and a loose cloth shirt over his bulky, broad chest and a heavy set of trousers over his legs. He looked to be in his 30s, or perhaps older, and he was sweating a little. He wiped his forehead, scanning the boy up and down.
"You don't look so well," He began, furrowing his brow. "You look like you haven't eaten in a week, and you're...well, all dirty."
"I...yes, sir. I am an orphan." Jon replied as if it were the most saddest thing in the world, his glance shooting down to his feet. He placed his hands on his knees and tried not to look so pathetic, as if it put him in a better light. He felt a warm hand on his shoulder and perked up. The Panther had leant in to console the child, leaving the Otter a little shocked.
"I cannot stand to see such a young fellow out in the cold like this. Please, come inside." He slowly stood and extended a hand. Tentatively, Jon took it, being pulled up to his feet and led towards the front of the shop. Despite his rather uneducated upbringing, he put two and two together, realising fairly quickly that the Panther either worked at the store, or owned it.
The wooden door creaked open and the Otter stepped over the lip and stairs to enter the shop itself. The front of it was immaculate in presentation and equipment: there were chairs and tables, bed frames and doors laid in perfect positions to show off their best qualities, along with various shelves dotted with wooden ornaments and carvings, as well as various utensils. The entirety of what was sold appeared to be nothing but wood, with not a single spec of metal seen anywhere. The store was eerily empty, leaving a silent echo around them.
The Panther's boots clopped audibly on the floor as he travelled through the room, stepping around the back of the counter. Jon stood there, for a moment, looking unsure. He felt as if he was imposing. He stared at the Panther, who stood there for a moment, before gesturing with a hand.
"Don't be scared, child. Come, I'll give you something to eat." He offered him, and the mere mention of hunger caused the Otter's stomach to growl. He swiftly nodded and closed the distance between them, rounding the counter and heading through into the back rooms with him.
Around the back was a small workshop, with a large wheel and other instruments that Jon didn't recognise. He walked past the rooms, noticing that the rest of them were akin to a normal house, with a bathroom, bedroom, and sitting room, complete with a roaring fire. A pot sat in the midst of it, and Jon smelt the faint aroma of soup hitting his nostrils. His stomach growled again.
"Goodness, you must be hungry." The Panther's sharp ears had picked up on the sound, and he delved into the pantry and returned with a plate, containing a number of slices of meat and some sliced bread.
"Here. Eat up, child." He urged him, ushering him over to a chair to sit and eat. Jon stared, wide-eyed at the food. His gaze snapped up to the Panther, as if he couldn't believe his luck, nor his eyes. The man gestured him to go ahead, and Jon dug in.
The otter was ravenous in his eating, chewing away at the meat and stuffing it into his mouth as if it was going to disappear in front of him if he took too long. His saberteeth hooked into whatever he brung closer to his mouth and the juices coated the large teeth, dripping down to land in thin spots on his upper legs. He wolfed down the meat within seconds, and bit hungrily into the bread, letting out a groan of pleasure. The sensation of food hit his stomach and sent a warm hum of pleasant feelings throughout his body. He chewed down a single slice, with flecks of crumbs landing on his lap. The saberteeth grazed and caught the slices as they went into his mouth, causing chunks to fly off at off angles. Within moments he had scarfed 3 slices, and one remained. He had to quickly chew and swallow before he could move onto it.
The Panther watched him all the while with a sense of wonder, and it was only after the Otter polished off the last slice did he notice the gaze. He gulped the last of the bread down and wiped his mouth, feeling the sting of embarrassment.
"I..I'm sorry." He eventually mumbled. "That was rude of me. I should have thanked you first."
"Think nothing of it, child." The Panther responded with a warm smile, crouching down. "Why don't you tell me your name?"
"It is Jon, sir," The Otter began. "I have no surname: I never received one."
"I see. I am Elric." He introduced himself. "This is my store. Jon...you should not be out on the streets. You can stay here, for the night, and we will decide what to do in the morning."
The Otter paused for a moment and felt tears well up in his eyes. He had never met anyone so kind.
"Oh...Thank you, sir," The Otter remained polite and wiped his eyes, and happy smile in his face as his tail flicked behind him.
"Think nothing of it, Jon," Elric stood and extended a hand. "For now, you need to bathe. Come."
He hoisted the Otter up onto his feet and strode towards the hallway, stepping towards the bathroom. A large, metal tub sat firmly in the center, with a small bench for various other necessities. Elric leant over and turned the dial, and water began filling the large metal tub.
"It's late," Elric remarked. "Whilst I close the store, you may strip."
With that, the Panther turned and left the room, leaving Jon in shock. He had been naked in front of people before, but this was somehow different. He was naive to these sorts of things. He stared at the feline's back as he left, and the Otter eventually tugged at the string that held the patchy loincloth to his body. It fell to the ground, revealing his humanoid penis. It was of a reasonable length, even at his age, and his glans was exposed. They had circumcised him when he was born, as they said it was better for his health. The murky pink head was quite visible amongst the dark brown shade of his fur and skin. It sat neatly atop the small balls hidden behind it, and there was a tiny tuft of dark brown hair at it's base. Jon was on the cusp of his puberty, and it showed.
The child noticed the tub was getting too full, and quickly reached over to turn off the valve, staring down at the steaming hot water. It looked warm and pleasant, and he was excited to finally wash his fur. Yet, he remembered the feline would be there, and it made him embarrassed to think about it.
"All ready?" Elric appeared in the doorway and carefully shut it behind them, giving them some privacy. He picked up the loincloth from the ground and set it over by the door, rolling his sleeves and taking off his apron, hanging it up on the hook behind the door.
Whilst Jon would have normally protested, he remained silent as the Panther aided him into the bath, easing him into the warm water. The soothing sensation of the warmth around the Otter's body made him sigh in bliss, leaning back into the water.
"That's it, relax." Elric chimed in, smiling faintly as he watched the Otter sink deeply into the water. It was just about up to his neck, and his head pressed into the silver rim, the rest of his body submerged.
Jon closed his eyes and relished the pleasure of the warmth for a moment, before he felt a hand touching his body. His eyes flashed open and he felt the colour rise to his face. Elric was leant over him with a sponge in one hand, and his other running through the Otter's fur.
"Let me help you," The Panther chided with a friendly smile. "You must be tired. Just relax."
Jon bore an expression of embarrassment and confusion. On the one hand, he was incredibly tired and was thankful that someone was looking after him, for once. Yet, on the other, he was nervous: a man was touching him, and it made him a little uncomfortable.
Slowly, the Panther's hands slid over the thin form, tracing up Jon's chest. He felt the lining of the Otter's ribcage, realising just how prominent they were due to Jon's lack of muscle tone. His hand rose up further as the other hand dipped into the water. He soaked the sponge and raised it, brushing it across the Otter's head. Slowly, Jon closed his eyes and let him continue, burying his embarrassment, for now.
Elric moved slowly and carefully, making sure to thoroughly wash the child's fur and make it nice and clean. The sponge pressed and trailed along the small crop of brown hair atop the Otter's head as his thumb and forefinger kneaded into the Otter's ears, scrubbing gently at the fur with his fingertip. He heard the child groan a little from the pleasant sensation, and a smile played upon Elric's lips.
Jon tensed as he felt fingers dabbling to his mouth, and he heard the Panther murmur to open wide. Nervously, the Otter obliged and he felt a cloth pressing against his prominent saberteeth, lightly rubbing them clean with the damp piece of fabric, cleansing it of the meat juices and flecks of bread crumbs from earlier. The sensation of someone cleaning his teeth was oddly soothing, and the otter sighed gently, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Unfortunately, it was time to move lower. The sponge dipped into the water as it traced along the bony chest, scrubbing slowly underneath the surface as dirt and grime easily came to the surface. Elric scrubbed lower and lower, and narrowly avoided the Otter's pelvis for the moment as he scrubbed along his legs and inner thighs. He worked in long, slow strokes, starting at the hip and dragging along to the knee, before moving back again. It wasn't until he scrubbed against the fur that the dirt came free and floated to the surface.
Jon felt a tingle of nervousness shoot up his spine as Elric reached his feet, scrubbing the the soles and squirming his thick fingers between the toes, dragging his thumbs across the sensitive webbing, just to make sure it was clean. Jon squirmed a little under the water as the embarrassment grew in him. There was only one place left, and he had a feeling the Pather would make sure to clean it.
"Relax yourself, Child: I won't hurt you." Elric assured him with a soft, soothing hum. His hand lowered, and Jon peeked open his eyes to see the large, black hand cupping his package. He felt the fingers lightly grazing his taint accidentally, sending a small tingle up his spine. He was a child, and he couldn't help the odd feelings that swam in his gut. His penis swelled ever so slightly in the Panther's hand, yet Elric appeared not to notice.
The feline angled the penis upwards, holding it between his fingers as the sponge pressed down into the creases between the Otter's base of his penis and his balls. The sponge was lightly dragged to the left and right, and Jon felt himself go a little breathless. It wasn't exactly incredibly pleasurable, but it was an odd sensation that left him reeling, with feelings he didn't quite understand.
With that, Elric continued, moving the sponge to rub along the length of the Otter's penis. By now, the shaft was half-limp and lolled lazily against the contours of the sponge, dragging back and forth slowly. Each pull towards the base dragged his skin back ever so slightly, causing the glans to flare slightly and a spike of pleasure to spread from his crotch and up his body. Jon felt a flare of shame erupt in his chest and his knees instinctively pressed a little further together.
"There," Elric murmured, pulling the sponge back as the small, half-hard penis flopped down against his floating balls. "That's you clean on the front: Shall we move onto the back? Roll over, when you're ready."
For a moment, Jon didn't respond, his eyes wide as he stared at the Panther. Then, his mind finally kicked in and he came to his senses. He cleared his throat and nodded, secretly thankful for the change of position. He rolled over, pressing his chin against the rim of the bath as his chest pressed into the lean curve of the metal. He felt his limp penis pressing into the bath.
For a moment, Elric admired Jon's body, looking up and down. Jon might be bony, but from the back he looked rather alluring, to the right sort of person. He had a finely arched back and prominent shoulder blades, albeit with rather small shoulders. His rear was plump, or as rounded as you'd expect from an Otter his age. The thick base of his tail obscured most of it from vision, whilst the rest of it trailed down his legs, with the tip idly swaying left and right, just barely poking from the surface of the water.
"Alright. I'm going to clean your back now." Elric spoke slowly and softly, making sure that Jon knew what he was doing before he did it. He had no idea what kind of baggage the child might hold, so it was good to be careful. Once more, the sponge dipped into the water and grazed across the fur on the Otter's back, before he scrubbed firmly. The dirt came free with ease, since it had been soaked for a reasonable length of time.
The back took no effort at all, and by this point, Elric worked quick. He thought Jon might seek the comfort of a bed relatively soon. He heard the Otter sigh, content, as the sponge scrubbed along the small of his back. Elric's spare hand took a firm hold of the tail and slowly raised it. Jon tensed for a brief moment and his toes curled in the water as the sponge sunk underneath the base and scrubbed at the thick trunk of his tail. Elric tried not to waste too much time around the child's rear end, giving a brief wipe over his cheeks before the sponge raised up and brushed across the tail's fur, changing its murky brown shade into one that was much lighter.
"There. All done." Elric leant back and removed the washing instrument, leaving it to the side. Jon rolled back onto his front and quickly sat up to hide himself before he got embarrassed again.
"Only one thing left." Elric assured him with a small smile, and for a moment, the Otter was confused. The Panther reached for a cloth and dipped it into the slightly murky water, bringing it up and firmly rubbing it around the Otter's face and snout. The child spluttered a little and eventually resigned to his fate as the cloth quickly worked over his facial features, making sure they were relatively clean.
"Like most children, you're not too fond of your face being cleaned, are you?" Elric mused as he withdrew the cloth, a wise smile on his face. Jon didn't appear to reply and attempted to smooth out the sour look on his face, which only made Elric chuckle in response.
"Come: I imagine you're rather tired by now. I have a bed you can sleep in." Elric stood, leaning over to the side to retrieved a hand towel, knitted from sheep's wool.
Jon eventually stepped out from the warm water and took the towel, wrapping it around his shivering body. That was the worst part of bathing: when you finally came out of the warm water, the chill of the air left you shivering, especially as a cub. He briskly toweled off his fur, or at least the major areas, before he held it firmly around his waist. Elric had been kind enough not to stare too much.
Slowly, the Panther lead him back into the hallway, and his boots clicked against the wooden floor as they paused outside one of the rooms. Elric swung the door open, revealing a slightly cramped, but quaint room. A bed sat at the far end, pressed against the wall. There was a wardrobe opposite it for clothes, with barely enough room to open it. The window that sat above the bed overlooked the back of the building and the patches of grass beyond, primarily consisting of various other houses.
"This is your room," Elric had watched Jon stare at the furniture as if were a gift from god, and he shook his head, ushering the Otter further in. "You can sleep here for tonight, and I'll arrange some clothes for you in the morning."
"...Thank you, Sir." Jon beamed up at the Panther, his tail lolling from side to side. He stepped closer towards the bed and hopped up onto it, ignoring the dampness of the towel beneath him. He felt the straw inside the mattress sag as he sat on it. It actually sprung back, and it was soft!
"I'll leave you be then, Jon," Elric mused as he watched the Otter lie back on the mattress and sigh in utter bliss. "I'll come to wake you in the morning."
Jon peered over and watched Elric exit the room, closing the door behind him with a soft thud. The Otter exhaled and stared up at the ceiling, lost in thought. Was this a blessing, or a curse? The time they spent together whilst the Panther bathed him was...confusing, to say the least. Yet, the feline had been so exceptionally kind that Jon just wanted to hug him and do anything he could to repay that kindness. He was clean, he had a full belly, and a warm bed he could sink into. That was all he ever asked for.
Slowly, the Otter rolled over and tugged the blankets out from under himself, tucking them up to his chin. He let out a long sigh and closed his eyes. Amongst the warmth of the bed, he found himself quickly sinking into a deep slumber. His dreams were light and fluffy, but plagued by the concept of betrayal. He was subconsciously scared that the Panther would abandon him, as many had before.
Before the dreams could take a further turn for the worse, he was pulled out of them by a gently shaking hand.
"Jon. Child, wake up."
The Otter squirmed in his sleep and blearily opened his eyes. Elric was leaning over him, in almost the exact same clothes he'd worn yesterday. His face was spread into a wide smile as he looked down at the groggy child.
"I've come to a decision, Jon." The Panther said, crouching down as the Otter slowly propped himself up on his side, listening. "You have potential. I think it only fair that you should be my apprentice."
Jon froze, and his eyes widened at the prospect. He knew what being an apprentice meant: it was all that most orphans ever wanted. It meant he'd be given a home, somewhere to live and food, as well as training for a job. Carpentry was a good one to go for, too. The cub felt his heart soar.
"Thank you!" He leant forwards and gave the Panther a hug in delight. He was being given a chance at a new life, the chance to grow up to be a proper man, a hard worker. Elric chuckled softly and gave Jon a small squeeze, before he leant back and stood. The Otter flung his legs around and he sat on the edge of the bed, the blanket covering his penis from view.
"Firstly, here is your uniform." Elric reached into his apron pocket and he pulled out a small piece of fabric. Jon paused and his face contorted into one of confusion as he took the cloth from the Panther, inspecting it. He quickly realised it was a loincloth, similar to one he'd worn before, but it was in better make.
"I don't understand," Jon began. "Do I not get normal clothes?"
"You trust me, don't you? This is just for the beginning of your training." Elric assured him with a serious gaze. "Meet me in the sitting room when you're dressed."
Elric quickly departed and shut the door behind him, giving the cub the privacy to dress by himself. Jon stared down at the Loincloth with a look of confusion. He had looked forward to the idea of proper clothing: a shirt, pants, and more. This was incredibly confusing to him. Yet, he trusted the Panther, in a way. He was sure that Elric was doing this for a reason.
The Otter stood and he wrapped the finely crafted string around his waist, tying it at the small of his back. The cloth hung well on his body, despite his bony frame, and the front was a lot wider and longer than his previous one as well, leaving him covered with ease.
Jon opened his bedroom door a crack and peeked through, nervous. He wasn't sure what the training entailed: did he have the knack for Carpentry? He wasn't sure. He slowly exited his room and padded his way down the hall, stepping into the sitting room. Elric was seated at a table, sipping some soup on a spoon. Opposite him was a second chair, with a similar bowl. From here, Jon could see the steam rising from the bowl's contents.
"Thank you, sir." Jon remembered to thank the Panther in advance as he walked towards the table, quickly taking his seat and raising his spoon. Elric didn't interject as the cub spooned the soup greedily into his mouth. He got a reasonable amount of it down his chin and all over his saberteeth, but he didn't care. The taste was delightful: a hearty blend of meat and vegetables, lightly accentuated with rich spices that surely weren't from this region. He polished off the bowl with ease and wiped his mouth, brushing the remnants that were on the back of his hand on his thigh.
"All finished? Good." Elric had been waiting for him for a few moments, and slowly stood. "Now we begin. Don't worry: I have faith you'll do well."
Elric lead him through into the same workshop that Jon had peeked into before, along with all the curious instruments. He didn't know how a single one of them worked. He didn't even know how to build a chair.
"Let's begin," Elric began, turning to face the cub. "Firstly, you'll need to remove your loincloth."
Jon blinked, staring at the Panther for a moment. He didn't quite know what to say, and he stammered, confused and embarrassed. Elric was apparently impatient and stepped forwards, leaning against the Otter as his hand slinked around the side of the otter, untying the string. The piece of cloth fell to the floor, exposing the cub's small penis. Jon felt a pang of shame.
Before he could ask why he had to be naked, Elric had lifted him up into the air, his large black hands tucked into the Otter's armpits. Jon squirmed for a moment until he was placed onto a wide table, where various instruments laid on the far end of the wooden surface.
"We'll start with the basics." Elric began as he put a hand on Jon's chest. At first, the Otter resisted, but he eventually gave way and was forced to lay back on the table. He didn't dare move, craning his head to the left to watch the Panther work.
"I'll first explain the tools we primarily use." He began as Jon listened, though the embarrassment was clouding his sense a little. He was aware that his penis was fully exposed, and he knew it looked odd.
"This is a Chisel." Elric retrieved an implement that looked quite odd, to Jon. "You see, it is primarily like a Axe, except the blade is much shorter so that it easily fits in the hand."
Elric rolled the instrument over in his hands and detailed how the blade was small and sharp, and had to be sharpened regularly. He explained how it's used to make carvings or shave wood down to a fine size. He added how they came in varying shapes and sizes as well.
Jon listened rather intently to the lecture on chisels, wanting to make sure he knew everything there was to know. He wanted to leave a good impression on the Panther, but he was, admittedly, struggling to keep up. He tried to remember all the information, but he was having difficulty.
He watched Elric's hands fiddle with the instrument, before one of them moved towards him. For a moment, he was confused, and his body tensed as the fingers delved against his stomach fur. Whilst it felt nice, he felt a quiver of embarrassment and confusion.
"S...Sir?" He began as the hand sunk lower and grazed across his penis and further down to his asshole. He felt the fingers dabbling dangerously against his anus, before they suddenly withdrew again.
"Just making sure you're paying attention, Jon," Elric explained, and he took out another instrument. "Now, this is a Plane. It's similar to a Chisel, but incredibly different."
Jon shook his head for a moment, pushing that odd moment to the back of his brain as he centered down on the Panther's large hands again. Just what was Elric trying to do to him? Jon had a tingling feeling in his crotch that made him zone out for a moment amidst the Panther's explanation of a Plane.
"So, you see, they're used to smooth out surfaces. It's how I make such sharp angles on my chairs and tables." Elric gestured to the large planks of wood that lay on the far side of the room. Jon peered over at them and appeared to agree, before he felt a hand against him again.
His eyes flicked down to see Elric's hand, once again, toying with him. The fingers pressed against his asshole and kneaded into the flesh, making Jon shiver and shudder. He didn't understand what he was doing, nor why it felt so strange. It was a pleasant feeling, but Jon had the feeling he shouldn't be doing it, in a way. A small whimper escaped his lips, and as he uttered the sound, Elric's hand withdrew again.
"Keep up, Jon," Elric reminded him without much of an explanation. "This is a saw. We use these to cut large blocks of wood: you'll use this often."
Elric went on the explain the large serrated tool as Jon was left to mull over the odd sensations in his body. The tingling lingered, and when he looked down at his penis, he noticed it was slightly larger than usual. Was there something wrong with it? It didn't feel painful: in fact, he wanted Elric to touch it more. He wondered if that was a bad thing or not.
"There are other variations. This is a bow saw." Elric retrieved a much larger instrument and glanced over to Jon again, noticing he wasn't really watching what the adult was doing. So, he brung his fingers to his mouth and licked them thoroughly, coating them in spit before descending them down towards the Otter again.
The cub immediately tensed when he noticed Elric coming closer. He lifted his legs up a little, settling his heels against the table as the fingers smeared into his butthole again, applying saliva. He felt an odd pressure emanating from his asshole and felt it stretch. Whilst there was a brief stab of pain, he felt something else: a warm, sickly feeling that spread throughout his crotch and up his spine, leaving him a little aching.
"Sir," Jon began, his confusion and embarrassment coming to fruition in the form of small tears in the corners of his eyes. "What're you doing?"
"I'm just helping you learn, Jon. Trust me, it'll help you." Elric assured him as his fingers pressed in deeper, giving Jon an even more intense, sickly feeling. He felt something else there, too: an odd pressure that left him a little uncomfortable. He stared, wide-eyed as he saw Elric's fingers descend deeper and deeper into his anus. His penis was getting larger and larger, until it was beginning to stand on end. After a few moments, it was so stiff that it rolled back and lounged against his stomach.
Elric made no comment to how large his penis had got as his fingers flexed and pressed deeper into the cub's anus, slightly spreading it a bit with his fingers. Jon whimpered again as he felt a warm tingling in his penis that made his toes curl and his mouth go dry. It was such a strange feeling, yet so intoxicating that he didn't want it to end.
"Now, I want you to do a task," Elric began, grabbing an instrument from the far end of the table, as well as a block of wood. He placed the wood by Jon's side, and the instrument along with it. The Otter attempted to concentrate on the work, and inspected the strange equipment he was given. It had a metal piece at the end, with a strange U-shaped pipe that sat on its side, attached to the piece, and a handle on the top. He squirmed a little as he felt Elric's fingers flex in him.
"What...what is it?" Jon began, letting out a hot exhale. Elric's fingers had pushed so deep into his asshole that it was beginning to feel good. He felt the Panther's fingers curl inside him and push against something sensitive and made him shudder. He felt damp at the tip of his penis, and glanced down at it. It was wet at the tip, and a flush of embarrassment swept over his body.
"It's a Brace, and Bit," Elric began, pointing to each segment in turn. "The end is the Bit, and the rest of the Brace. The handle rotates. Hold it at the handle and spin the main part of the brace. Drill a hole into the wood."
As he spoke the word 'drill', his fingers deliberately pushed further into Jon's rump, making him groan softly from the pleasure. He didn't know why he felt this way. Shakily, he picked up the instrument and placed the Bit onto the wood, pressing the sharp tip into the block as one hand pressed down on the handle, the other holding the brace firmly.
As much as he tried to put pressure on the Brace and drill into the wood, he couldn't quite muster the concentration to do it. Elric's fingers had begun to slip in and out of his asshole, pulling back almost all the way before pushing into his anus and flexing up into his sensitive spot. With each push, Jon had squirmed and shuddered, which put off the drilling he was trying to do.
Eventually, he gave up. He rolled back and began to pant harshly. He looked down at his penis and noticed how wet the tip had got. He hadn't felt like he'd peed himself, but a pressure was definitely building. He huffed and panted, slowly closing his eyes.
"S...Sir, I feel weird." He complained after a moment, but he didn't want it to end. "Please..."
Once Elric heard that, his fingers withdrew, and they didn't return. Jon peeked open his eyes and looked up at his Mentor, squirming and whimpering in protest. His penis twitched against his stomach, the wet tip making his fur a little sticky. His teeth grinded in frustration, the blunt saberteeth grazing against his chin.
"You'll make a fine apprentice, Jon." Elric remarked suddenly. "A very good one, indeed. Get yourself dressed, and I'll give you a tour of the front of the store."
He turned and swiftly left the room, leaving the panting, writhing Otter on the table. Jon didn't understand what had just happened, and why Elric stopped, just when it had begun to feel so good. He slowly sat up and rubbed his head, his stiff penis hanging limply in front of him, slowly beginning to soften. Despite his penis shrinking, the aching feeling remained. He might ask his Mentor later.
But, what Elric said made his heart swell. He was going to be a good apprentice, after all.