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Chronicles of Lunaria

Chapter 2 - Beginning of the First Day

Aaron nodded his feelings still mixed. If he was being adopted did that mean he really was precious. Or was this all a ploy and he would be expected to be a sex slave like before. Aaron's emotions were all over the place and he didn't know what to do. Before he could think of anything else though he felt himself pulled tightly into Wyth's arms.

It took him a few seconds to figure out what was going on. Wyth was hugging him...hugging him of all people. A small barely visible smile stretched out on Aaron's face.

Maybe his life wouldn't stay so bad after all...

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Wyth pulled the reins as Wraith slowed to a stop just beside the entrance to the farm. Looking beside him Wyth noticed that Aaron had fallen asleep. Figuring he could leave him resting there until he was done taking Wraith inside he jumped off the cart. Walking over to Wraith he quickly unhooked him from the cart and patted him gently on the neck. Wraith snorted and immediately began to wander over to his barn.

Wyth shook his head in amusement. He didn't know of a more intelligent or loyal horse on the entire planet. Walking behind Wraith he followed him to the barn. Glancing over at the cart to make sure Aaron was still asleep he entered the barn. It only took him a few minutes to brush Wraith down, fill his basket with feed and get him some water. Once that was done he shut and locked the doors to the barn.

Wandering back over to the cart he smiled at seeing Aaron was still asleep. The poor cub must have been exhausted from the events of the day. With ease he lifted Aaron off the cart and paused in shock. Dampness saturated his arm and he could feel the wetness soaking through Aaron's pajama pants that the orphanage had given him. It was painfully obvious that Aaron had wet himself in his sleep.

Deciding it was likely a one time occurrence brought on by stress Wyth though nothing of it. Knowing he could clean the cart sometime tomorrow he shifted Aaron in his arms and headed towards the house. Aaron's legs were limply wrapped around his waist and his arms hung over his shoulders. The poor cub was so tired that he didn't even wake when he bounced against Wyth's chest as he walked.

Wyth pushed open the door with a small bit of wind and carried Aaron into the house. He quickly made his way over to the small bedroom on the lower flower. It was furnished barely and would be easily able to be changed to however Aaron wanted it. Laying Aaron gently down on the soft bed he pulled of the cub's urine soaked pajama pants and underwear. He didn't know why Aaron wasn't wearing a shirt, but he figured he must have been warm enough will all that fur.

Hoping he could clean Aaron without him concentrated. Soon small flecks of yellow liquid began to float off of Aaron's fur. Until after a few seconds a large ball of urine hovered in the air. With a mere though Wyth evaporated the urine and called moisture from the air. Thin streams of water wrapped around Aaron's fur and cleaned him. Soon the smell of urine faded away and Wyth grinned to himself.

It looked like he would be successful in cleaning Aaron without him waking. Aaron the poor cub had it so bad already. The last thing Aaron needed to know was that he had wet himself like a baby. Suddenly Aaron stir his tail flicking as his eyes slowly opened. Wyth saw that Aaron was barely awake and told him quietly to go back to sleep.

"What's going on Mr. Maboroshi?" questioned Aaron sleepily.

"Nothing go back to bed little one," answered Wyth quietly.

Aaron nodded and his eyes slowly closed as sleep claimed him once again. Wyth breathed a sigh of relief and let the water he had gathered fade away. Looking around for Aaron's suitcase he smacked his forehead. Air was summoned and the suitcase floated from the cart and into the room. Within a few seconds Wyth had it all quietly put into the dresser in the room.

He knew they would need to go shopping soon for more clothing. Aaron only had two pairs of sleeping clothing, three shirts, a belt and two pairs of jeans. He had no socks a pair of tattered shoes and a small stack of underwear. Grabbing a pair of underwear and sleepy pants he gently dressed the sleeping Aaron.

Once done he closed the suitcase and put it down beside the dresser. Than he grabbed Aaron's wet sleepy pants and headed out of the room. Dropping them in the hamper of the basement washroom he headed upstairs. Climbing into his own bed his eyes shut as his exhaustion caught up to him.

It had been a long day and he needed some sleep...

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The next morning Wyth woke up with a loud yawn. Scratching his hair he climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom. He quickly pulled off his underwear and climbed into the shower. Letting the warm water wash over him he quickly forced himself to full on awakeness. He wasn't a morning person even after having lived on the farm his whole life. He needed to have a shower in the morning or he would be to asleep to do any of the work that needed to be done.

Once his shower was finished Wyth went back to his room and dressed for work. A tattered pair of jeans and a torn white shirt and he was as ready as needed. Heading downstairs he walked to the door and pulled on his boots. Glancing down the hallway he wondered if he should wake up Aaron before heading out. Looking over at the clock he decided that four in the morning was a little early and he should let Aaron sleep for a bit longer.

Heading outside he immediately began his chores for the morning. He headed over to the chicken coop where the chickens were already awake and ready. Dipping his hand into the feed he tossed a few bucket fulls into the coop. Than as the chickens were eating he wandered into the small wooden house they slept in. Gathering the few eggs that had been laid he put them in a soft basket and headed out.

Wandering back over to the house he put the eggs down on the porch and headed back out. This time he made his way to the fields. His field was separated into four sections. He only ever grew four different crops at a time because of it. He found that this worked well for his dad and so he had never changed it. With a quick mental command moisture out of the air condensed and it began to rain over his field. Within seconds all the crops were watered and he let the controlled rain fade away.

He than bent down and put his hand on the ground. His power of nature sparked to life and he was quickly able to tell nothing else was ready yet. Standing back up Wyth made his way to the field behind the barn. Wind condensed in sheets and flew forward as deadly blades. Piles of grass fell to the ground where thin heat generated by his command of fire quickly dried them into hay. Gathering it all he headed into the barn.

The first thing that greeted him was a quite yipping mixed with small cries of pain. Wyth's eyes widened and all the hay around him dropped to the ground. Rushing into the barn he pushed open the door to one of the empty stalls and felt his eyes widen. Kneeling on all fours on top a pile of hay was Aaron. That alone would have only worried Wyth but that wasn't all there was. Aaron was not only kneeling on all fours but he was naked and something was on top of him.

Mounted on top of the young cub and pounding in and out of the cubs butt was a large dog that he vaguely recognized. It came around the farm every now and then looking for food. It was a stray and he had often tried to get it to stay with him. He had been planning on getting some sheep and knew that a dog would be good to herd them with. But as he stared at the scene in front of him he decided that wasn't a good idea.

The large dog thrust in again causing Aaron to yip in pain. Wyth immediately snapped out of his shock and moved forward. Praying that the dog had not yet knotted Aaron he grabbed the dog and pulled. The dog's penis slid out with a loud pop and Wyth tossed him backwards. Aaron quickly bent down to check on Aaron only to hear the dog growling at him.

Turning he glanced at the dog who was back on its feet. The dog moved forward trying to approach Aaron and finish what it had started. It didn't understand why the human was upset with him. This fox had presented itself to him like a bitch and he was doing his job as a male by showing the bitch it's place.

But even as the dog moved forward Wyth was blocking its way. Without a single second to think about it Wyth flicked his fingers. The dog instantly felt itself lifted into the air and blown away from the farm and into the forest. Wyth dropped down beside Aaron who was looking at him in confusion.

"Why did you stop me from punishing myself sir, if it is more appropriate I can punish myself with the horse," said Aaron in confusion.

"P...punish...why are you punishing yourself Aaron and why are you doing it like that?" questioned Wyth though he feared the answer.

"My father told me a good slave bitch punished himself by letting the animals yiff him, I'm punishing myself for wetting my bed like a baby," answered Aaron with wide eyes.

Wyth blinked wondering how Aaron had known he had wet the bed. But it was at that moment the smell of urine caught his nose and he frowned mentally. It seemed Aaron had wet himself again through the night which meant it was more than a one time thing. He would have to talk to Aaron about it later but now was obviously not the right time.

Wyth put his hands gently on Aaron's shoulders and looked him in the eyes.

"Listen to me Aaron, you are not a slave or a bitch, you are a young cub who deserves a good family, never punish yourself like that ever again, if you think you need to be punished come find me and I'll tell you if you deserve some form of punishment...but it will never be that," said Wyth in a serious tone.

"Why not?" questioned Aaron confused

"Have se...yiffing is something that you should only do for love, it should never be used as a punishment," explained Wyth awkwardly.

"So what is my punishment for wetting my bed like a baby?" questioned Aaron still slightly confused.

"Nothing, wetting the bed is something no cub or child can stop themselves from doing, so since you have no control over it I won't punish you, do you understand?" questioned Wyth as he tried to explain.

"Yes, I think so, I only deserve to be punished for something I cause not something that just happens," answered Aaron looking up at Wyth.

Wyth nodded and smiled down at Aaron who blushed before looking down at the ground. Wyth knew that it would take a lot more than this to teach Aaron he was a cub not a slave. But he would keep going no matter how long it took him. Wyth lifted Aaron into his arms and smiled when the cub instinctively returned to the position Wyth had carried him in last night.

"Lets get you cleaned up," said Wyth as he carried Aaron towards the house.

Aaron nodded his thoughts a jumble of confusion. Everything that was happening was so new and strange to him. He didn't really understand what was happening. Hadn't this man adopted him to just have a sex slave. Aaron's thoughts whirled around to what Wyth had told him yesterday.

=Flashback=

"Are...are you adopting me?" questioned Aaron in a whisper.

"Yes, you're going to live with me from now on, as my son and me your dad if you want to call me that," answered Wyth happily.

"D..dad...My last...are..are you," stuttered Aaron only to be interrupted by Wyth.

"I will never treat you like that, you are a precious cub and I will treat you like anything precious should be," said Wyth with conviction.

=End Flashback=

Aaron's furry brow crunched in remembrance. Was Wyth really going to treat him like a son. So far all the evidence pointed towards that fact. But he still couldn't shake the feeling that this was all just some dirty trick. Breathing deeply Aaron's nose filled with Wyth's scent and he immediately felt himself calming. Not even bothering to wonder why this human's scent would calm him Aaron snuggled into Wyth's chest.

He would let himself hope...one more time...

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