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"Well, well, well," Valon thought, staring across his mug at Olgate; his straining nipple couldn't lie, but of everyone near that table, an uptight, grizzled soldier seemed the most unlikely. He scratched at the nipple, releasing the spell now that it had lived out its usefulness. Now that he knew Olgate could be interested, Valon just had to make sure that he would be, if asked. Then there was the matter of when to ask him, and how to get him up to his room, and then out without anyone seeing him. All this, while not wasting too much magic; he was going to have a lot to do over the next few days.

Valon tuned back into the conversation. Heek asked, "You're from the capital, right?"

"I came from there to get here," Valon corrected, running a finger around his cup. It was a shame to cheat at drinking the guys under the table, but he was already impaired by his cock trying to think for him, and it didn't need any other encouragement. "I'm from Whitening Bay, but my father sent me to the college in Valgrave City." He failed to add that it was probably the easiest way to get him and his proclivities out of sight and out of mind, but he didn't think Olgate would find pity particularly attractive. Glancing around the group, he asked, "Any of you been?"

The only one to answer in the affirmative was Olgate. "Went there when I was in the army a couple of times. Wouldn't go there by choice."

Heek jabbed Valon gently in the ribs. "Ignore him, he's just old and crusty."

Yes, Valon thought, but what a crust it is! "Actually, he's right. You only think it sounds exciting because you've never been. It's crowded, it's dirty, it smells terrible; most of the people there are crooks in one sense or another, and politics rules there. Everyone knows everyone's business, and everyone then tries to figure out how to use it to their advantage."

Valon could tell his little outburst had its intended effect, with Olgate's opinion of him rising. Tal scoffed, as the next round Valon paid for arrived at the table. "Come on, the city is gigantic; it might have been that way in the college, but everywhere?!"

"I didn't live the whole time at the college," Valon explained, subtly watching Olgate. "Other students did; the ones who already had a stick up their asses." He made a subtle gesture towards Olgate; it wasn't conventional wizardry, but if someone from the right crowd was in the know, you could certainly have a magical time together. It was a shot in the dark: after all, it was probably some time since Olgate had been there, but it did produce a snort in his ale.

As his younger associates started laughing at him, Olgate put his cup on the table and scowled at them. "Pack of worthless donkeys! I'm going to take a piss." He pushed up from the table.

"Great!" Valon exclaimed, his mug hitting the table with enough force to send his ale overflowing. "You can show me the way, my bladder's about to burst." Olgate paled, then fumed, then grunted as he headed towards the back door of the inn. Sliding off of the bench, he gave a mock salute to the rest of the guards, then carefully followed Olgate. He wasn't in the mood for getting knocked out.

As soon as he was out the door, Valon felt two hands grab him and lift him up, pinning him to the wall. Olgate stared daggers into him. "Alright, friend," he asked, venom packed into the second word, "wizard or not, I don't like games."

Valon sighed, "Fine then. I had a hunch you have an interest in men. You confirmed that for me by recognising my little hand signal; you might not have been to the capital for a while, but that's still how you get into places that cater to men like us." A little, but not all, of the hostility and suspicion had gone out of Olgate's eyes. "I don't know what your type is, or what your preference is in the bed chamber, but I doubt there's a lot of men around here who are interested or willing, and I've just had a very long, tedious, abstinent walk here, and I could really go for some hot sex. God knows how long it's been for you. I'm very skilled, and very discreet." He sighed; his back was getting far too intimate with the grooves and nicks in this patch of the inn's outer walls. "Now, maybe you're not interested, or maybe I'm not your type. Maybe you pound the cheeks of one of those three in there regularly. I don't know; I'd just thought I'd ask before I resign myself to years of celibacy. Just say no, and I'll leave you alone, but can you at least let me down before someone sees us."

Valon yelped when, as if right on cue, Yhrbold popped his head out of the door. "Any problem out her, sirs?"

Olgate growled, and released Valon, who slid down the wall. "Nothing that concerns you," he scowled.

"I said something inappropriate," Valon explained. "Olgate here was quite correct in his behaviour." He turned to Olgate, and stated, "If I've caused you any offence, I'm sincerely sorry."

When no lightning bolts were hurled or weapons drawn for a few moments, Yhrbold took that as a good sign. "Good. I don't want to ban a good man like you, Olgate, especially with you being a guard and all, but I'll have to talk to Ed about it if you make it a problem." Valon was glad he'd bought the guy off.

"No problem," Olgate insisted. Yhrbold smiled and nodded, and then disappeared. He looked down at Valon, and threw him so he stumbled backwards.

"I take that as a 'no'?" Valon asked.

"Look, this isn't Valgrave City," Olgate snarled. "People here know me, and their talk means something to me. God sakes, I already get lots of nosy questions because I'm not married..."

Valon's heart - and cock - were pounding; he could feel Olgate wanting to say yes, but just needing a little more encouragement to get over his huge mental hurdles. "I'm a wizard, I'll make it so nobody finds out. Sure, it'd be easier if my tower didn't smell like a dead rat's asshole, then we could go there instead of upstairs," he said, noticing the confused look Olgate gave when he mentioned the tower, "but Yhrbold's got a personal problem he needs my help with, and I've thrown more gold his way tonight than he's probably seen in his entire life, so he'll keep his and his family's mouth shut if he knows what's good for him."

Olgate exhaled loudly. "What about everyone else? Plenty of people come here for a drink, you know."

"As long as you don't actually kill me," Valon explained, "nobody's going to hear anything." To demonstrate, he pulled Olgate over towards the open back door; they could see right through the inn to where the other three guards were drinking. He pointed this out, then made a magic pass around the door frame, leaving a gentle blue tingling in the space inside it. Breathing in deeply, he then proceeded to cry out "Murder! Murder!" at the top of his lungs. Nobody inside even flinched. He turned, dispelling the sound silencer with a snap.

Olgate's eyes, which had bugged out when Valon started to scream, returned back into his head. He stepped away from the door, backing around to the side. Pulling at his pants, he unleashed a long, thick, manly cock, that he then aimed at the wall. Valon's eyes widened as he stared at it; Olgate just grunted, "I did say I needed to piss." Urine shot out of him as he stared back into Valon's eyes.

Reading between the lines, Valon smiled and nodded. "Me too." He certainly did now - when Olgate had him pinned to the wall, he'd almost pissed himself - and managed to wriggle his penis free. "Unfortunately, as you can see, I've got a bad case of the stiffness."

"Yep," Olgate agreed.

Valon closed his eyes, trying to concentrate; Olgate pissing beside him helped, and his erection went down enough that he could relieve himself. They were silent - aside from the spray - until they were done. Tucking himself back in, Valon turned to Olgate. "Shall we go to my room?"

It took Olgate a while to answer, but when he did it was with a curt nod. Valon led the way, dimming the light and muting the sound as they carefully headed towards the staircase. All the while, he kept his eyes on the other guards, still talking and drinking; they and Yhrbold's family would be the biggest risk to dealing with the maddening lust. His erection had gone for a while as he pissed, but the excitement of getting caught had brought it back with a vengeance.

Carefully taking the stairs, the pair crept up to the upper landing. "Yhrbold rented me the best room," Valon whispered to Olgate. "Do you know which one that is?" To his relief, Olgate nodded, pointing along the corridor. Of course, he thought, it would be the one at the far end. Although they were past the worst danger, there was still the risk that Yhrbold's daughter wasn't done, or had lingered around in a vain attempt at seducing the new hedge wizard. Fatigue and pure need made Valon almost manic, and he was already sweaty and panting by the time they reached his room.

Following Olgate in, Valon immediately closed the door. The room, thankfully, was vacant, with a large, recently-made bed that Valon only felt a passing pang at immediately despoiling. He hadn't gotten the key from Yhrbold, he realised, but that didn't matter; a swipe of his hand and he magicked the lock closed, then encased the room in a muffling shroud. "There," he said, his hands shaking again. "Nobody can hear us, and nobody can accidentally walk in on us."

"What about if Yhrbold or one of his girls tries to get in?" Olgate answered pointedly.

Valon frowned, his cock a hard rustwood branch in his pants; he hoped he was imagining the sound of them starting to tear from the tenting. "I'm not really up-to-date on mentalism, but I think I can put out a fog of forgetfulness around the door handle." He concentrated, focusing on the door frame; people had a tendency to forget things when they passed through doorways, he'd read in college, and this spell just extended that sensation to involve the handle and the air around it; if anyone touched it, their hands would hover, and if Valon had gotten the spell right, would slip off as they wondered why they had come up here in the first place. "It's not going to last if someone comes back," he explained, "but we'll be alerted if that's the case."

"What if...?" Olgate countered with another objection.

By now, Valon was ready to explode, and ignored him, starting to undress clumsily. "Nobody can hear us outside this room," he pointed out. "The door is locked. If anyone tries it once, we'll hear it and they'll forget and wander off. The best thing for you to do now is get naked as quickly as possible. The sooner we start, the sooner we finish and the sooner we can rejoin your friends downstairs."

Olgate stared at him, finally sighing. "You'll need to help me out of this," he said, gesturing to his armour. "I'll tell you what to do, if you-" He didn't have time to finish his thought: Valon, growing more impatient and horny by the second, snapped his fingers. Olgate shifted instinctively to cover himself as his armour fell away, leaving just his rusty underclothes.

"I'm sure you can get out of those on your own," Valon commented, heading towards the bed. Olgate's body was just as attractive as he'd imagined: he wasn't too bulky, and time and life as a soldier had definitely weathered him, but he was still firm and lean of muscle, and oozing gruff masculine charm. Laying down on his back, he continued eyeing Olgate from upside-down, watching him struggling slightly to remove his undershirt, his firm torso slowly revealing itself, kissed with the same greying hairs that kissed his temples. His hands went to his cock, watching as Olgate's was exposed again, growing and thickening as the reality of what they were about to do finally sunk in. "I'm up for anything," Valon said, watching Olgate stand there, his body dimly lit by the candle Ingrid presumably left when she made up the room. "Just tell me what you want to do."

"No talk," Olgate stated, as firm of what he wanted in his head as his dick became as he stepped towards Valon and the bed. "Turn around and face the other way." Valon obliged, wriggling his bare ass closer to the end of the bed, knees askew as he waited, gritting his teeth and clenching the bed sheets in his hands, as he waited for Olgate to begin. Silently, Valon focused some of his energy around his asshole; when he was penetrated, Olgate was going to get a little surprise for being so demanding. He'd been introduced to ladies in court that were less fussy.

Valon heard Olgate spit, and then the slick sound of flesh sliding over itself. He spat again, and Valon then felt Olgate's coarse-skinned hand sliding between his buttocks, wet fingers sliding around his hole. He bit his lip, fighting off the desire to push back, feeling those fingers entering him and hitting into his needy prostate. Instead, he allowed Olgate to continue whatever preparations he needed, enjoying the tingle of satisfaction at knowing Olgate would become his perfect lover: the encounter with Oulders's partial transformation had left Valon burning for some good, hot monster-man-on-man sex.

Eventually, the hand shifted; the other, dryer one grabbed Valon roughly by the hips, the other returning to spread Valon's flesh even more. Olgate's tip smashed against his body, straining to get into the lubricated hole; he grunted in frustration, stabbing around clumsily. "Must have been quite a while," Valon thought, noticing a steady prickling to the fingers that were on him. "And are those claws I feel?" he wondered, the nails of Olgate's hand biting into his flesh.

Olgate made a number of frustratingly failing attempts at connecting the head of his shaft to Valon's hole. After a while, Valon wondered if he should perhaps use his magic to help out a little. As he was still considering it, the decision became moot: Olgate hit the sweet spot. Valon's sphincter pushed inwards, his flesh trying to resist although the rest of him clearly didn't want that at all. The saliva-slicked head slipped through, wedging itself in as Valon's ass finally relented. More inches followed, enough to force a muffled cry of pleasure from Valon, and even further until he could feel the tell-tale feeling of bristly new hairs appearing in Olgate's thick pubic bush.

Taking a quick glance over his shoulder as Olgate's hard hips slammed into his jiggling buttocks with a hard craving, Valon tried to focus his jostling eyes long enough to see what else might have changed in the man ploughing into him. He didn't know Olgate all that well, and the spell hadn't been active for all that long, but he was sure the ears stuck out a little more, and were perhaps a little fuzzier and pointier than the had been. Olgate's nose was sticking out a little more, his lips thinner and his widening half-smile, half-grimace larger as he pushed his erection as deep as it could go into Valon's hole; but it could have just been the way his face stretched naturally during sex. Bristles of hair stood out in a peppered pattern over his face, but that could just be a natural amount of growth for a vigorous, masculine man. Looking for clear signs of transformation were hard when he just wanted to look at that magnificent body some more; he'd seen even less of that to know if that was changing. "Really, the only telltale sign would be if I could see a tail wagging behind him." That, however, wouldn't be visible from a quick look behind him for a while.

Olgate's top lip curled up in disgust. "Turn around!" he ordered, his speech laboured as his breath became more ragged the more he thrust. It seemed like Olgate hadn't noticed anything off about himself yet. Valon dutifully turned away, trying to figure out if his hole could feel any change in the contortions of Valon's cock that might give away anything else. The slapping of their flesh together sped up, Olgate actively pulling Valon closer to the edge of the bed. Valon's shaft left a sticky streak down the middle of it, the first signs that his relief would finally come.

Valon gritted his teeth: Olgate wasn't particularly gentle, or skilled, and although he knew the basics of lubrication, his spit had gone. Wincing as his ring started to redden, he unclenched a finger, preparing a spot for him to spit that would end up trickling out the other end. Valon didn't mind sex rougher than this, but Olgate was just too out of practice and running on fantasies at this point. "Can't really blame him for that," Valon thought, feeling himself relax a little from having to be on the alert and just enjoy being fucked by an attractive stranger in the room of an inn.

Olgate's thrusting got deeper and shorter, which Valon appreciated; he also appreciated Olgate - either by choice, enticement of his new form, or distracted clumsiness - properly joining him on his bed, legs digging into the mattress as his fur-sprouting body slipped over his. Valon didn't dare steal another glance now, not when he was really starting to enjoy himself, but it was clear his spell had worked to the point that Olgate was changing.

Experimenting with Oulders had inadvertently taught him the signs of a potential lover transforming, and he could read them now in Olgate. Aside from the fur, there was a few other things: the musk of something that wasn't quite the sweaty, sex-stinky human smell Valon knew very well, the change in his voice as he growled and panted as he continued his short, sharp thrusts, the feeling of the shaft's flesh redistributing in his innards, and the sharpness covering the fingertips of the hands on the thick arms squeezing him and pulling his body backwards with each eager thrust.

Having established Olgate was transforming, Valon could tell another thing about him: his orgasm would be coming soon, and he wouldn't last much longer. He could feel the changes happening now, feeling the rub of a thickened skin around the base of Olgate's shaft when Olgate powered into him, and the tickling of what he guessed was a tail. The balls weren't slapping him in the ass the way they should have been if he were just erect. They were tight, needing to be tight to fill up his body. Valon also had another fairly prominent clue: a straining bulge pressing tighter and tighter against his hole as it tried to slide in.

Valon grinned, subtly grinding up against this bulge. He'd been waiting for it, knowing enough about canine anatomy from what he was taught for veterinary purposes to extrapolate. It was a better sign than a proud tail wagging around happily, although he was sure that was happening now too. He shuddered expectantly, encouraging his body to just hold on a little longer, until Olgate had had his fun and committed himself to doing it inside his body. Valon's fingers pierced through the mattress, his body sweaty and itchy and exhausted and fantastic all at the same time.

Finally, when Valon thought he'd go mad, a grunt was forced out of him as Olgate's first knot pushed into him; he cried out, feeling his hole stretch even further. With as distracted by the sex as he had been, Olgate wasn't going to put off thinking about this part, where he struggled to pull back, only squeezing his knot harder and tugging him closer to the edge of bliss. "What?! What have you done?" he growled, is voice significantly changed from what it was before. He struggled, trying to free himself, which only send him careening closer to being overwhelmed.

Eventually the inevitable happened, Olgate pushed and pulled one too many times. "Fuuuuck!" he cried out, the end distorting as he lifted his wolfish head up to the roof, howling as the first, heaviest squirt of seed fired into Valon. Most of it was too heavy, sloshing downwards instead inwards; the next couple were much wetter and less dense, and proceeded to paint Valon's insides with creamy gushes.

Twisting over with Olgate's knot buried in him, Valon quipped, "I knew you'd try to weasel out of letting me enjoy myself, so I decided to make you less of a weasel by turning you partially into a wolf." Lying back, he moaned, squeezing Olgate's knot again. He had come out perfectly: the wonderful muscles could still just be seen through the glistening pelt of silvery grey that rolled over his body, the peppered muzzle was large and full of excitingly sharp teeth, his nose was black and shiny and twitching in fury as he snarled. His pointed lupine ears twitched, and his yellow eyes gleamed angrily. The hands were - Valon noticed with satisfaction - still perfectly usable as hands, while showing something of a midpoint between man and wolf. The tail was tense, and from the weight on the mattress there seemed to be something unusual about Olgate's legs, but he couldn't see them.

"You've turned me into a monster!" Olgate roared, "A freak!" The ferocity was a bit undercut by his hard lupine dick disgorging another load of cum into Valon's ass.

"Calm down, you idiot," Valon snapped. Olgate might have been a powerful wolf-man towering over him, but Valon had learned a wizard's arrogance to situations whether he had wanted it or not. "The transformation's completely harmless, and I needed a volunteer to test it out on. You're the one who wanted to have sex, and was then paranoid, selfish and - quite frankly - mediocre that I figured I'd need to get something out of this."

"Turn me back!" Olgate demanded.

"No," Valon smirked, raising a warning finger that he stretched out to Olgate's slavering muzzle. "I'm keeping you on a short leash. I need some favours done. Nothing that you'd object to, I promise; and in return..." Valon focused, feeling himself being drained: creation magic was frowned upon, but what he intended to make was small and necessary. He closed his eyes, blocking out the throbbing in his cock and the continuing splurts of Olgate's seed. Panting, he sprawled, a magic collar having appeared in his hands. He lay back, stretching it out. "Put this on. If you keep me happy, then you'll look human again. If not..."

Olgate took the collar, fumbling with it between his hands. It took him a bit of practice to accommodate his paw padding and claws into manipulating things, but he finally got the collar clasp open. He pulled it around his neck, tightening it enough to sit closed, and fastened it. "It didn't work!" he snapped.

"Because I want you to look like that while I do this," Valon replied, grasping his cock. "Now I'm very horny and if you're not going to help, just stand there and look sexy." When Olgate snarled, Valon grinned, "yeah, you got it! We've got a while before your knot deflates, then you'll be able to pull out. If you promise to go and tell the blacksmith that his son is fine, and is currently being treated at my tower, then you'll keep looking human until I have need of you again. Deal?"

Valon didn't wait for a reply; he half-closed his eyes and stroked, tuning out all of Olgate's whimpers and instead imagining him and a partially-transformed Oulders sandwiching him between them. He was briefly distracted by the thought he'd picked up a preference for villagers: pent-up sexual amateurs with great bodies that were fun to get aroused and fun to change into other shapes. Then the moment was passed, and the feeling of a cock in his ass squirting thin streaks, and his intensifying fantasy sizzling away the rest of Valon's restraint. His heart pounded, his tongue stuck out, and he started to moan loudly.

The rest of Valon's air escaped in a sigh of ecstasy; his cock throbbed, emptying his load onto his chest and over his fingers. He squeezed harder, milking his erection for all he could get out of it, watching the handsome wolf-man's body shimmer, Olgate's naked human form appearing around him. He looked a little bigger than he had been, but he knew most people wouldn't notice it. Kicking at Olgate as he tried to pull out, Valon warned, "I told you that you'd look human, not be human. Your knot's still there. I told you it'll be a while until it goes down."

"I'm going to kill you!" Olgate threatened.

Running his finger through the cooling semen on his chest, Valon tilted his eyes up at Olgate. He grinned with mock enthusiasm. "Great! I've always wanted a new father: you're close to being old enough, and now you sound just like him too!" Olgate's shoulder tensed, then slumped. Still laughing, Valon said, "Come on, since we've got some time, let me tell you some things you can do to improve your technique..."