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The lunch table was filled with students that pushed and jostled each other in a friendly competitive manner. It was a table that Lyon had dreamed of joining ever since he'd been accepted in the Academy. It was set away from the rest of the student body and positioned beneath a fruit heavy apple tree. It was reserved for students who were currently accepted in positions of apprentices to one of the Masters. The pale wolf glanced around at his fellow apprentices a bit shyly as he realized that he was the only common born one among them. Most of them had bought their way into high positions within the Academy by the efforts of their family.

It might have been more awkward if he'd been ostracized from the rest, but they seemed to accept him as a matter of course. They weren't challenging and made no attempt to snub him, but they didn't make any real movement to befriend him. He toyed with the idea of actually trying to make a move to get to know one or more, but he held back. He wanted to ask them if they had masters similar to his own. He had so many questions, but at the same time he didn't want the answers to them. Would they truly tell them if they served in the same way he did? He wasn't sure he'd ever admit what was going on to anyone, let alone another student. And if they weren't, what would they think of him!

Allyan was an excellent master in terms of teaching him how to wield magic properly and the set up for spells. Each afternoon he was released from his normal classes and sent to the dragon's office where he would be trained, tested and quizzed. The classes that remained spoke of how well he was doing and the improvements he had made. He was swiftly rising up in the ranks just as he had believed he would from the start of his apprenticeship. He had top marks in most of his classes and he was able to spend less time on evening work than he used too. Of course, the knowledge that he was gaining came at a price. One that embarrassed, humiliated and strangely aroused him all at once.

The green eyed wolf glanced around the table and swallowed before taking a hasty drink of the weak ale to hide the flush along his cheeks. His Master was an excellent teacher in every way, but he also demanded things that Lyon hadn't expected. He was forced to give up his clothing as soon as he entered the office. He had been told it was to give him more control over his emotions. That if he learned to not be embarrassed by himself he would be able to block out any outside influences. And when he failed to learn what was taught he was tested in ways that made him want to squirm. It wasn't just humiliating, it was strangely arousing to be punished and allowed to touch his Master. But it was starting to wear on him.

_When was the last time I actually touched myself? Or hell, even had a wet dream? _ He felt his ears flush hotly at that thought.

He wasn't allowed to orgasm. The ring that wrapped around his shaft controlled any thought that he might be able to achieve any release. His loins ached with the desire to just be able to spend his frustration. Each time he visited his master he did so with his stomach in knots because he knew it was likely he would leave with his cock hard and unsatisfied. He had started to get better at judging how to behave himself to avoid getting into that state. It would have been a lot easier if he hadn't started to enjoy the praise he got for when he was on his knees. Why did he care that he was able to pleasure his master? Why did he strive to be sure he would get more praise?

The wolf shifted and swallowed slightly as he looked at the slant of the sunlight filtering through the window. Today marked three weeks that he'd been an apprentice. Allyan had told him that he was to clear off his morning schedule before he was going to be tested in a new way. It made his stomach tight with fear and something unnamable. He could only imagine what was waiting for him in the upper office. Perhaps he'd finally be allowed some form of release. Even if his Master said that it was being used to sharpen his concentration, Lyon felt as if he could barely think past the constant ache in his loins. He might not be cruising through various brothels and picking up wenches, but he certainly had been able to please himself. With a sigh he pushed up from his seat. There was only one way to figure out what was waiting for him.

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Allyan gave a final push of the desk as it scraped against the ground. It was the last bit of furniture that he had to get out of the way to clear off the space in the middle of the soft rug. The deep burgundy formed a wide patch of color that was offset by the cushions that had been thrown in a rough circle. He had spent some of his time working on creating a summoning circle that gleamed golden against the cloth. Though the circle only took up a very small portion of the room. He had plans that would require a good amount of space available for two magic workers and whatever they summoned.

The gold dragon's lips curled back in a slow pleased smile. Whatever they summoned indeed. He had spent several weeks looking into some of the more arcane summoning spells for one that would give him what he required. Lyon wasn't as bright as even the dullest of his old apprentices, but that's what he wanted. He wanted his apprentice to be entirely under his control in the hopes of obtaining a plush job in an noble household. That was the first of what he hoped would be many ties that bound them together. It made sure that whatever he asked Lyon would comply no matter how humiliating, embarrassing or strange it was.

It had gone well so far. He had taken the time since he had introduced the wolf to the first aspect of servitude to condition him into the first level of obedience. He no longer tried to walk into the room with his clothing on and he had finally stopped questioning why he was supposed to be nude. Allyan had watched day after day as the wolf had at first taken his clothes off in humiliated embarrassment and then confusion and finally began to do so without thought. He still averted his eyes, but he no longer tried to hide himself with his paws or tried to find a chair to stand behind when he stripped his pants off. Now he could see if he could nudge the wolf in another direction entirely.

The sound of the door opening made him push the very last chair against the wall and look up to spy his apprentice slipping into the room. The wolf glanced at him almost nervously and towards the summoning ring. The green eyes widened immediately as he his throat bobbed in a nervous swallow. So the lad wasn't sure of himself with a simple summoning spell. That was a good measure of if he'd ever actually participated in one by himself. Students weren't officially allowed to practice them without supervision, but nearly ever apprentice he had had tried one on their own with varying success. This would prove to be an excellent chance. One he couldn't pass up.

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Lyon felt his stomach drop at the symbols that had been placed on the floor that was normally covered. He had seen the symbols quite a few times in books and recognized them instantly. They were the standard runes that were used in summoning. There would only be one reason that the space had been cleared away and that particular pattern laid down. He looked up and tried to stop the nervousness from showing on his face as his Master watched him. He had heard enough stories about summonings to know that they could be damned dangerous even when under the hand of a master. The elementals weren't predictable and would often turn on those that summoned them.

Belatedly he realized that he was standing in the room with his eyes wide and hadn't made a move to take his clothes off. "Sorry, Master." He forced the words out as his paws went up to the edge of his cloak.

"No, no, today you are being sent on an errand." The dragon gave a slow smile and gestured with one hand. "We're going to summon up an elemental this evening."

"Yes, Master." He didn't allow his nervousness to be reflected in his tone as he lifted his muzzle up. "What errand?"

"I'll need a particular set of ingredients to summon the Elemental. Most of which, I'm happy to say, we have here in the Academy." Allyan moved to walk to where his desk was pushed up against the wall. "One ingredient that I'm missing can't be stored and can be rather tricky to obtain. That is what you're being sent out for."

"I'm not sure I should be the one-" Lyon tried to stop the thrill of nervous fear at what the dragon was saying. Ingredients could be anything from a bit of sage to dragon's blood gathered from a live dragon. He could only imagine that it would be one of the more obscure errands he would be sent on.

"Yes, you are." The golden muzzle parted in a smile that showed each one of the glistening white teeth. "It's not nearly so horrible as you seem to assume, dear boy. Now, the ingredient is very sensitive to outside influences. The magical properties cannot be tainted with anything man made which excludes any container that we could hold it in here, so we have to keep a ready source of it available and gather it when we require it. That means you will have to bring it here straight from the source and mix it into the other ingredients I will have ready upon your return."

"I just have to go and carry it then?" Relief welled out of the wolf as he lost some of the fear he was going to be prying a scale off of an irate dragon or clipping a griffin's claw. "I can do that for you easily, Master. Where is the source?"

"It's kept in the stables," The smile started to widen slightly. "I'm sure you'll be able to do it easily enough."

One of the gold talons picked up a piece of paper and packet from the desk and handed it to him. "This is the stallion's stall number and as proscribed he has been kept from the fillies for the past two weeks so he'll be eager to have some relief. Even if the source is of a strange shape. The envelope contains a bit of scent that should get him into the mood quickly enough. How you retrieve it is up to you, but you cannot use any cloth or foreign materials to help. . . aid things along. "

"St-stallion." Lyon stared at the number and name on the paper. His mind refused to make sense of the last line, but after a moment of rereading it he felt the color drain from his cheeks. "You w-want his-"

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"Seed, yes. A virile stallion's seed is not an uncommon ingredient in certain summonings," Allyan stopped himself from purring the words out as he stared at his gaping apprentice. "You'll want to have it as fresh as possible so it doesn't lose its potency."

The dragon pretended to glance at the papers on his desk while he let his eyes slide to one side to watch the wolf's reaction. What he said wasn't precisely a lie, but it wasn't entirely the truth either. There were certain spells that did require the seed of a certain animal, but they were mainly fertility spells and summonings. And one only had to catch it on a stone to carry it to keep it from anything man made, but the wolf didn't look like he was coming to that simple conclusion. His green eyes were bulging slightly with mingled disbelief and his jaw worked as he tried to come up with an answer.

"H-How do I. . . carry that?" The eyes flicked down towards his paws and the thought was raw on his face.

"Oh come now, do you really think I want you parading around the castle with your paw dripping with cum?" Allyan let a sharp snarl come from his lips in disdain.

Relief was raw on the pale face and the wolf shook his head, "Oh no, Master, I was positive that you had a way around it! I shouldn't have questioned you. I beg your forgiveness, Master."

"As well you should." The dragon snorted slightly, "You'll have to carry it in your muzzle, of course!"

"WHAT?!" Lyon's voice came out as a strangled yelp and the paws fumbled to keep a hold of the paper.

"Do you truly want to walk around holding a puddle of seed in your paws for everyone to see?" The dragon sat back and settled himself on the edge of the desk. "You know, its nearing the time of day when students are always in the halls. They'll surely know what you have..."

"I. . . b-but I don't think I can. . . not from a horse. . ."

Allyan listened as the wolf started to try and set up a series of reasons on why he shouldn't have to be in this position and couldn't he find another way. "Enough!" He barked the word out that stopped the stream of embarrassed excuses. "You will go to that stall, you will gather what we require and you will not involve anything made by man made in the duty. You will bring it here however you must that does not involve anything man made. And if not you will walk out of that door and I will find myself an apprentice that does not allow something as small as a simple task make him a coward!"

Lyon stopped and gapped at him in stunned silence at his tirade. The green eyes were wide and suddenly he swallowed with obvious difficulty. "I will obey you, Master."

The words seemed to be squeezed out of throat, but they were still there. Any of his other apprentices would have told him exactly what he could do with that idea or agreed and simply pulled a younger classman to do the deed. This one was just submissive enough that he wouldn't outright refuse the order and wouldn't cheat. Another hurtle had been passed over and by tonight he would conquer one that would keep Lyon firmly in his paw for as long as he wanted the wolf. It was all falling into place.

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Lyon froze outside of the large closed stall that was marked with a twist of blue silk. The number beneath the silk was the same as on his paper. He closed his eyes and braced himself as he moved his hand to the well worn wood of the door. For the tenth time he tried to will himself into just walking away, but once again his mind was filled with fear of what would happen if he did. If he failed his Master he might as well pack up and head home to his farm to work for the rest of his life. He'd be worse than a failure. No one would ever allow him to practice magic again. He was already one of the last in his class as it was! He had to complete his errand even if it meant doing the unthinkable.

With a final deep breath he opened the door of the stall and stepped inside. The windows were high up in the stall so that there was enough light to see clearly, but none of them were low enough that he could see outside of them. He was slightly relieved at that, but relief wasn't in the front of his mind as he stared at the stallion that stared at him with what sounded like an annoyed snort. The grey horse lifted his large head up and flared his nostrils with obvious confusion at not seeing what would be one of his normal handlers. It gave Lyon ample time to see exactly what he had gotten into.

The stallion was a dark steel grey with slightly lighter dapples along the curve of his powerful haunches. The wolf had grown up with plow horses, but Samson was nothing like one of the horses from home. His body was just as muscular, but in a difference way. The hind legs were powerfully set and he had a deep chest that led upwards towards a heavy crested neck. The long dark mane spilled down to almost brush against the lower part of the shoulders and the head was broad with restless looking eyes. He didn't look placid like the plow horses; he tossed his head up and pawed the ground with one large black hoof.

"Easy, easy, easy," Lyon tried to make his voice soothing as he could while his own heart started to speed up. "I can't believe I'm doing this..."

The wolf swallowed and stared down at the envelope in his hand. His fingers could feel something folded up in it. The paper had been oiled and sealed with wax so the scent couldn't escape. Was he really going to do this? What choice did he have? He stared at Samson who gave his head a restive toss and gave a long look at the strange wolf. What would the stallion do? He drew in another steadying breath and braced himself as he gripped the paper. With one final jerk of his fingers and the hook of his claw he tore it open so that a bit of folded cloth fluttered down from it.

"Shit.." He leaned down to snatch it up before it could land in something worse then straw, but was suddenly pushed away by the shove of a massive muzzle. "Hey!"

The large steel grey head pushed him harder so that he took a step back when one of the hooves nearly stepped on his own. The darker muzzle dropped down and seemed to chase after the scrap of cloth with his muzzle flared open wide. The breath ruffled against the straw as he pushed it along the ground and let out a deep hurring noise in his throat. For a moment, all Lyon could do was watch as Samson seemed to completely forget he was here and entirely over a bit of trash. The muscles tensed up and the lips plucked against the cloth and lifted it up briefly before dropping it back down again. The stud's ears were up as his sides swelled with each exultant inhalation.

Lyon stared for a moment in bafflement until movement along the stallion's body drew his eyes. When he saw what had attracted his attention his ears darkened and he swallowed. Whatever was on that scrap of cloth was obviously enjoyable to the stud. His lower body revealed that the leather sheath was spread open wide as the thickened shaft started to drool outwards and drop towards the ground. The mottled girth swayed back and forth. The soft flesh smoothed as it started to harden all the way down towards the heavy tip as it spread outwards. The splashes of black and pink moved from the base all the way towards the glans as it swayed back and forth in time with the movements of the heavy bodied stallion.

_Oh my sweet gods. . . It's huge. _ He gaped as he watched it thicken until it was nearly as thick around as his wrist.

The tip flexed a little bit and he watched the edges started to grow and stand out. A viscous clear splatter of precum drooled out and landed against the ground as he swallowed and his throat felt dry. He hadn't imagined that it would be so big! He looked over it from the base all the way to the tip and shivered a little bit. It wasn't completely smooth, instead he watched as a rise of flesh became apparent as the beast grew erect. The medial ring stood out and the stallion pushed forward as it eagerly followed the scent on the cloth. A pair of massive balls swayed between the hind legs as it stepped forward again and came closer to him. It was so large that the heavy weight of the tip held it down in an arch beneath the stomach.

Another drop of slippery looking precum drooled out of the tip and jarred him out of his shocked contemplation and reminded him of the fact he was supposed to be here on an errand. With that jarring realization he stepped forward and went towards the stud. As eager as the stallion looked it wouldn't take much more than a touch or two. Right? He swallowed roughly and glanced down at the straw to make sure it was clean as he kept his eyes locked on that massive cock. He kneeled down as far away as he could get.

The heavy cock suddenly flexed up as the muscles along the lower belly tensed up. He didn't have time to lean back as the tip lurched up to slap roughly against the underside of the grey belly. As it rose up the silvery precum that clung against the tip was flung towards him. The strands splattered right against his shirt as he jerked back with a soft curse. He moved a hand to wipe it away, but the viscous stuff clung to his finger tips. With a final curse he moved his hand down and grabbed right behind the thickness of the tip and gave it a light squeeze. The flesh was thick enough he could barely get his paw around it.

Samson lurched his haunches forward at the unexpected touch and thrust against Lyon's paw. _Oh thank the gods, just a few tugs and I can get out of here before anyone sees me! _

Lyon felt the first touch of confidence as he moved his other paw down. He remained mindful of the fact he wasn't supposed to use anything foreign as he rubbed along the flesh. It was smooth against the touch and almost feverishly warm as he felt the veins just beneath the silky skin. He rubbed all the way up to the medial ring only to feel the hips suddenly lurch forward again. The powerful haunches suddenly bunched up and thrusted forward again so that he had to lean forward to keep his balance. He brought his fingers down right around the tip to feel the precum drooling out heavily and coating over his fingers.

He flattened his ears and felt his face burning hotly beneath his fur while he tried to handle the stallion. The pulses seemed to be found right along the girth while the haunches spread open and Samson gave another harsh thrust. Each push forward was met with a draw back as the stallion let out a high pitched excited squeal. Lyon tried to keep himself from concentrating to keep his mind away from the fact he was jerking off an animal. It was hard to keep that thought when he felt the precum coating all over his fingers and the palms of his hand. The scent of the stable smelled strongly of musk and horse. He bit his lip while he leaned forward and tried to pump his hands in time with the sudden thrust that rocked his hands forward.

_C'mon, just go already! _ He squeezed his fingers around the tip and the base flexed up as the entire cock tried to stiffen up and rise.

The wolf tried to keep his mind locked on the idea that he was doing a simple task. It was just one task of many that he was supposed to do as an apprentice, but it was hard to ignore. Samson let out soft grunts and snorts as the hips drew back and thrust forward with obvious pleasure at attention to his shaft. The heavy cock that slid through his fingers was soon glistening with a mess of precum that was forced upwards to coat near the base. It was strangely erotic as the stallion's balls swayed slightly each time he thrust forward and the base continued to flex. The tip flung out strands of precum almost constantly so that it was impossible to keep clean of it. The hot snorts were soon higher in the air and he heard a low whicker.

He turned his head to see the stallion lipping at the air and arching his neck as if he were after a mare. The beast didn't seem to care that another male was touching him or even that there was no mare in the room. Lyon swallowed and turned his attention back to trying to get the beast off as fast as possible, but he became aware of one fact. He was starting to react to the sexual rush of feeling something so heavy and full stabbing through the palms of his paws. The mottled cock glistened in the light as he moved up to try to pump faster and harder right around the tip. The more the precum started to spill out from the tip the more he watched it. It was almost mesmerizing as it caught against his fingers and he squirmed a bit.

Lyon flattened his ears and gave another squirm. He tried to settle the fact that his pants were drawn over his own forming erection. An erection he had been unable to attend to since he had become an apprentice. He swallowed and when his hands moved down he felt the tip starting to grow larger. He hadn't thought that it was possible for the beast to actually get any larger. It was already as thick around as his wrist! He squeezed his hands down towards the tip and realized he could barely get his palm around it. The stallion's haunches quivered and he had a brief view of the black banner of Samson's tail rising up behind him.

_Oh shit... shit... shit... _ His mind ran in circles as he felt the shaft hardening. _I gotta catch it. _

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In a moment he found himself entirely frozen with indecision on what he should do. The flared tip was growing more swollen by the moment and his paws were busy pumping against the girth. Even if they weren't, could he really manage to cover enough of the tip to catch the seed? He tensed up and the words from his Master came back to him about carrying it in another way. With a groan of protest he dropped his head down and spread his muzzle just at the very tip. He meant to just hold it open away from the actual thick girth, but the stallion had other thoughts it seemed. The powerful dappled haunches gave a sudden thrust forward and the thickened glans shoved right up against his nose and lips.

It was too large! The slippery precum was rubbed over his muzzle and lips before he spread them open wider just to keep the flesh from doing damage. The flesh shoved between his lips and popped over his tongue with a sudden splash of the precum. He could taste the faintly salty wetness as the stallion gave another thrust and the wolf was forced to brace himself against the front legs to keep from getting knocked over. His jaw ached and he squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to maintain his hold around the mottled girth. The medial ring jutted out against the palm of his paws as the beast gave a final lurch forward and the swollen tip rested on his tongue.

Lyon was barely able to get ready before the girth gave a pulse and a sudden warm rush of thick stallion seed spilled out into his muzzle in ropes. It wasn't a few pulses like his Master or himself, it was a wave that flooded his achingly spread muzzle. He was barely able to deal with it as it splattered along the back of his throat in such a rush that he automatically swallowed. He felt the cum spilling down his throat while he muffled a groan and forced himself to stop. He had to hold it, not swallow it! The pulses flung out creamy strands as he struggled to keep it in his mouth. It pulled on his tongue and he shuddered at the taste of the animals seed while the stallion rumbled and gave a few thrusts forward.

The edges of the glans pulled along his tongue while he felt his lips slightly bulging to hold what he'd been sent to fetch. He tightened his lips and pulled backwards as thicker dollops of cum continued to drool out of the tip. As the edges of the flare tugged against his lips he gave a short jerk backwards so that it popped free and he could seal his lips. The taste of the cum rested there while he felt his stomach tense up slightly. How much had he swallowed? Had he saved enough that he wouldn't have to do this again? There had to be a better way to gather stallion seed without being forced to do this.

The dappled stallion stepped back with his mottled girth softening and starting to pull upwards. The formerly smooth flesh wrinkled as the very tip remained spread out as it pulled upwards towards the belly. Even as it was softening the size of it still made him uncomfortably aware of how large Samson was. He might have lingered to watch the stallion more, but the taste of the seed in his muzzle made him stumble towards the door. His fingers were still slick with precum and the top of his white muzzle had a wet sticky splash over it as he bolted out of the stables. He just had to get to Master Allyan's room and then he could forget all about this! And perhaps, with luck, he'd forget the fact that his pants were drawn taut and the tip of his arousal rubbed against the cloth.

_It's because I haven't been able to touch myself in so long. It's not because I enjoyed servicing that beast! _ He told himself as he fled up the halls. Perhaps with time he could even believe it.