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Anthro Sex Squad Story 4 - Bizmark's Story By Killenor Arc 1 - Origins Chapter 9

How could this have happened?! No magicks of which I, or Elder Jabebe, was aware could have translocated Tanja to me that night. But insane though it sounded, it was Elder Jabebe that I made love to, and not Tanja after all. Try though I might to unravel that night, I was certain that it was Tanja that came to me, and not the Elder. Truly, she did not remember at all why, or even how it was that she came to lay with me. _ _ Of course I didn't find out the truth until much later. True, was adept at all my trainings and I suspected that some mischievous fey-creature might have been making merriment at our expense, but such an event baffled my mind. Regardless, the next day was the final opportunity to learn before my day of decisions. I had no idea what such a day would hold for me and the rest of my cohort, such information was shrouded in secrecy by all the elder females in the tribe. All I knew was that everyone in my cohort, the group of us that were roughly the same age as me for those that don't know, had to make a decision about what they would do with the rest of their lives. I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to stay with the tribe, be their scholar of magicks, stay with Tanja, and enjoy my new life with those I was comfortable with. _ _ Of course... seeing how I am here in Gurftheim, thousands of leagues from the plains of my home, I'm sure you can imagine how that worked out.

Let me tell you a little more, that you might understand my journey from virtue-stealing child to the happy male I am. Now where was I... oh yes... well you see, after the shock wore off...

***

Bizmark focused his mind, coaxing the energies of growth from around him into a minor working that would have the plant before him produce fruit. The goal was to cause several month's worth of advancement in as short a span as possible. Being that it was a simple, self-pollinating plant, the soul within it responded brilliantly. In minutes the plant had increased in volume nearly fifty-fold, unfurling leaves and extending branches so swiftly that their progress stirred a breeze and crackled audibly. Flowers and fruits budded and swelled from every node along each branch, and the branches multiplied as swiftly as they could grow. Such was the energy, as well as Bizmark's innate command, of Naturae that the plant expended it's life force in a brilliant push of fecundity.

"And now," Jabebe said, "tell me of the plant's feelings. Tell me of its future and its chances. Tell me what your working has done to the soil and the other things around it."

Bizmark considered for a long while before replying. His focus shifted from one of willpower, being the driving force behind the working of the magicks, to introspection. He opened his mind to the auras around him, looking at the things he had wrought. Plants were generally simple things, he knew. They grew, reproduced, reacted to stimuli; and yet, since they were not ambulatory and had a very different method of sensing the world, their experiences were quite limited. Reproduction for a plant tended to have no pleasure or passion, being simply an act akin to the pumping of blood or the secretion of sweat. Since they could grow fully from the barest amount, they had little fear of injury or death, seeing these things merely as events of life. Strangest of all was the tendency of a plant, which might look as a singular thing to a person, to have multiple minds, all growing from the same root structure.

This, however, was not the case for the plant Bizmark had grown. Instead, the plant had never enough time to experience the schism-like events that so many older plants had seen through their months and years. Whatever the nature of the plant was, it seemed that over time they would bud and grow new minds, similar yet individual, that took one aspects of some fundamental essence within. This plant had the same mind, the same essence, as it had when it was a sprout, mere minutes in the past. It was akin to taking an infant and placing its mind in the body of an adult with no regard for its mental state. It was nearly horrifying for Bizmark to consider. But still he was calmed, for he knew that it mattered naught to the plant, who was simply happy with its greater ability to harness the sunshine into life and growth.

And to consider the land around him, he saw that in enacting his working, he had diminished the vitality of the soil. However, it was only a proportional amount, the same as the plant would have taken had it grown so large normally. But a thought occurred then. How could Bizmark have known the plant would grow so large? Injury, weather, eating, or even the simple, natural splitting of the plant's essence could have altered the very trajectory of this things life! It might have used more, or less, resources had it been allowed to progress naturally. He saw through the plant that it was all a realization of a basic potential.

But it didn't stop there. Bizmark could see away from the roots, into the ground that nourished it. The naturae magick working had pulled thing out of the soil, pushing them into the plant that it could grow. The roots had violently shoved aside the dirt even as they used it, breaking some stones into smaller pieces and moving to new veins of nutrients. Upon the new root-hairs Bizmark could sense countless creatures whose lives he had disrupted by making the plant grow, their potentials changing because of it. All he had done with his working was provide an energetic impetus to defy the normal progress of growth, the very essence of nature had supplied the rest. Still, what change he had wrought from such a 'simple' working!

Before he could give his mentor an answer, a realization dawned upon him. The more he tried to look, the more he was able to see. Curiosity took his mind as he peered deeper into the world, noticing tiny things crawling through the ground and the position of plants and creatures upon the surface. He was sure that if he closed his eyes he would still be able to point out each and every thing that Jabebe could have seen. He felt their minds, heard their desires (most being ver simple), and knew their potentials.

And then the land stopped.

One direction, off to his left a quite some distance from him, he felt the edge of a ravine and the empty air beyond. Intrigued, he focused his senses there and pushed his clairsentient perceptions down into it. Familiarity assailed him, though he could not remember having ever gone there. Down at the bottom he encountered something even more strange. It was a place that didn't quite conform to the rest of the natural world around him. It was wrong, all wrong, in every conceivable direction. Nothing that was here should fit.

And then he saw that the place was blackened, as if by a terrible fire, even though the normal area around it was untouched and pristine. The ground was scorched and bare; ashes standing the only testament to a past burned away. The only landmark in this shocking place was a tree that had not been completely destroyed. It looked twisted, not just around itself, but also bent in an inscrutable way that should not have been possible. Still, though he couldn't understand exactly how it was possible, Bizmark found it obvious that this was done to close some sort of opening.

Using his minds-eye to push onward, Bizmark peered inside the trunk. It was darkness, total and purer than any he had ever experienced. No light could enter this unnaturally twisted husk of charred wood. Still, he could feel what was inside and darkness was no obstacle for his gifted sight. Inside sat a lone, wasted figure who seemed to be only half-present. It sat upon the floor, head down and covered with long, stringy hair, in a manner that reminded Bizmark of prisoners from old story books. One skinny leg curled before the figure and a single hand rested upon the knee. The rest of the body was obscured by a cloak of feathers so black that he knew their color even without the benefit of light. For a moment Bizmark could only stare at the odd figure...

...and then the head lifted. A single blazing eye and a hideous face stared right at him. There was no doubt, it was looking at him. A terrible peal of laughter sounded in the hollow tree, cutting right into Bizmark's mind with its unnatural sound.

"Bizmark?!" Jabebe's voice shouted.

Bizmark felt her hands upon his shoulders, shaking him to his senses. His throat felt raw and his eyes were stinging. Something had gone frighteningly wrong. But as soon as he had formed the thought in his mind, it vanished like a bubble upon a needle. He was uncomfortable, but as far as he knew he had just been looking around.

"Elder?" he croaked, surprised by the hoarseness of his voice, "the plant is still the seedling it once was. All I have done is changed the potential of the future for the plant and everything that interacts with it, now and in the future... may... may I have some water?"

Jabebe pulled Bizmark close to her, embracing him with a great hug. Tears rolled down her cheeks as he simply held him for a while. Bizmark was a bit shocked, but never-the-less felt the comfort and love in the elder's hug.

"I thought you were lost," she said in a voice that sounded suspiciously like a sob, "When you didn't respond... I... I don't know what I could have done."

She broke the embrace and fetched her water pouches, letting Bizmark have his fill before she did anything else. The moment the water touched his tongue, Bizmark found himself struck with a ravenous thirst. Before he knew it he had drained two pouches and was working on a third. Sated, he ran the last of the water up his trunk, hoping to combat the dryness there and keep a bit more ready in case the dryness returned. Finally he felt well enough to question what had happened.

"Lost?" he sighed, "I don't think I was ever lost. I just... I could see it all so clearly. I could see the way the land was connected, by touch and by potential, across miles. I could see the ripples of my working moving off across the land... a dozen and more things that could come to pass through it. It was... enthralling."

"You sat transfixed," Jabebe explained, "Nothing I could do could rouse you. You didn't even blink for several minutes."

"That would explain things," Bizmark groaned, rubbing his eyes at the reminder, "but I'm just not sure why I couldn't notice your tries. I could feel everything else around me!"

***

Tanja tried to enjoy the festivities. The Day of Decisions was tomorrow, and as such the entire tribe celebrated the occasion with decorations, music, and great bounties of food. They had spent the last few days preparing, having procured everything they needed from the caravans while she, Bizmark, and Ganunga were busy with each other. The thought brought a scant smile to her face for a moment, but then was dashed aside by the void of Bizmark's absence.

Had it been a dream last night? Had she really been with him? It had felt so real... the touch of his skin on hers, the way his cock pumped within... the moonlight, the wind, the ecstasy, they had all felt so very real, too real to be a dream. She had even awoken to find herself covered in fluids, too much to produce on her own.

She wanted Bizmark with her this very moment. She wanted him to be with her to cause havoc, to enjoy the festival, and most importantly to share her body. She thought of the fun she would have sneaking off to have a quick 'togetherness' behind a tent after planting laxative herbs in the food of popular girls. She thought of the amusement that would be had when she and Bizmark would lure 'uninitiated' females away to have their first times. She imagined the look on their faces as he penetrated them with that wonderful shaft and drew their virgin blood.

But the lack was as depressing as anything she knew. The matrons and elders encouraged her to join the cheer and fill her stomach. They bade her partake in the games and sing the songs. Nothing appealed. The only thing she could have possibly wanted to distract her was a race or other physical challenge... but none of the others seemed the least bit interested. Elephant folk could be quite fast, she knew, but every other in the tribe knew of her great speed and physical prowess. Though she was often seen as critically underweight and very unhealthy looking, none could deny that she would win any race she was in.

And so she sat alone, wondering to herself just what Bizmark was up to at this very moment. She wished she wasn't alone during what should have been a happy occasion. She wished Bizmark didn't have to miss such a party because of some dumb rules about males. If nothing else, she hoped that Bizmark was able to have some sort of fun. Perhaps he had seduced Elder Jabebe and had gotten her to loosen up for once in her life.

Tanja chuckled at that last thought. Like that old-wrinkle could ever loosen up. Doubtless her lady-parts had dried to the point of closure by now. She was willing to bet that it had been decades since a male had even looked at her. Still, when she or Bizmark was involved, trouble was a sure thing.

She barely registered the person that approached her until her bulk eclipsed the sunlight. Looking up, she found it was Anj, one of Bizmark's first 'encounters' after the incident with Ganunga. She was quite large, quite popular, and by many accounts very fashionable... Tanja disliked her greatly. What she was doing with a social outcast was puzzling, but all too quickly the answer was presented.

"So..." Anj asked in a surprisingly shy voice, "...do you know where Bizmark is?"

"Why?" Tanja sniped, "Feeling the urge for another... ink stain?"

"Y-you know about..." Anj stuttered, blushing furiously.

"Of course I know," she snapped, "Bizmark tells me everything."

"That's why I figured you'd... um..." she said nervously.

"He's out with Elder Jabebe," she said harshly, sadness tingeing her voice, "males aren't allowed at the Decision Eve festival. He doesn't need speeches by the matrons telling about duty to the tribe or the seriousness of our decisions, He doesn't get to enjoy the games or the food. In fact, if it weren't for me, he'd not know it happened at all."

"Well... I just thought they'd maybe have made an exception since he's the only one." Anj said.

"The only male in a whole tribe?" Tanja sneered, "Four cohorts of children all females, and you think the elders would break tradition for that? He's an exception all right, but not enough of one to be treated any different."

"I wonder what his decision will be," Anj wondered aloud, "I hope he chooses to stay. I know none of us would mind."

"Bah! You selfish twat, how dare you!" Tanja growled angrily, causing the popular female to jump back in fright, "You just want him to stay so you and your friends can all take turns with him at your leisure! You're as bad as the matrons. As bad as the elders! He's not some toy to be played with. He's not lesser than us and he deserves to make his own decision, not have it made for him."

Incensed, Anj turned away from Tanja in disgust.

"You're one to talk," she said, "You want him to stay too. Besides, how do you know what his decision will be? Maybe he will stay with us."

"His decision was made for him twenty years ago..." Tanja low-spoke, anger and dismay deep in her chest, "the decision is made and won't change... and mine is made too."

***

Night had fallen, and on the next day Bizmark and Jabebe would head back to the settlement. They had talked the rest of the day, discussing philosophy, the use of magicks for the betterment of all, the destiny of all creatures great and small... but they also spoke of personal things. Jabebe told him of her times as a young woman, a youth spent in study and practice and a matronage of tending to youths. She had seen many come and go and knew many of the stories that comprised their tribal lore.

But then the topic turned to Bizmark's future.

"All males leave the tribe," Jabebe stated flatly, as if reading from a parchment, "It is not right for them to be amongst us once they reach decision age."

"But why not allow me to stay? I can help the tribe! I can learn so much and weave the world around us into great prosperity! We could be forever happy with my abilities used properly."

"Tradition," Jabebe pronounced, sealing his fate with its finality, "Males are hazards to us. They are overly emotional, violent, possessive, and impulsive. You would try to help, but bring ruin to us by doing for everyone! Imagine having to solve every problem that came your way. Imagine how lax the rest would get if your magicks could solve their problems! No, for these reasons and more, you cannot be allowed to remain."

"Cannot be allowed?!" Bizmark cried, "It's the Day of Decisions and you won't allow me to decide to stay?!"

"Do you know what you're asking?!" Jabebe shouted back, "Do you ever realize the greatest danger of all?! What if the females came into season when you were near? What if you mated them? Do you know what such couplings produce?!"

Bizmark felt the air sucked out from around him. His indignance was replaced in an instant by fear, realizations, and guilty shame.

"W-what would happen?" he asked after a minute of contemplation, "What could be so bad?"

"Children produced through such matings can be born wrong... born... as monstrous." She replied.

"Monstrous?!" he gasped.

"Yes," she insisted, "Terrible deformities, some fatal, but some not. Maladies and crippling malformations. These come from the mating of those who are of the same blood. I have seen them in my time."

"But... but this can only happen in season correct?" Bizmark blurted. Jabebe considered his words and responded.

"You've done this thing already haven't you." She said flatly, not accusing, but simply stating a fact, "Tanja if I had to guess."

"Yes," Bizmark said sullenly, "Tanja."

"Well do not worry," she said softly, becoming more motherly as Bizmark made his confession, "season is not for another month or so. You're safe."

"I... I just," Bizmark stuttered, at a loss for his concerns.

"Besides," Jabebe reminded him, "You and I coupled last night. Nothing will come of it. Age has made me barren."

"I'm..." Bizmark started.

"No, no need for apologies," Jabebe said comfortingly, "For the first time in many, many years I felt like a young woman again. I remembered the passion and excitement of being young and I felt the wonder of being with a strong, virile male. Best yet, I need not go through a year and a half bearing a child thanks to my age!"

Both laughed. The tension was gone.

"You know I've been around quite some time," Jabebe said, stating the painfully obvious, "and I've had quite a few rounds of experience. I've got to say, you were one of the best. If Tanja was the one to have you, then truly she is a lucky one."

"Was I really?" Bizmark wondered, "I simply followed the advice I had been give about how to treat a female."

"And you were remarkable in that you actually paid attention!" Jabebe laughed, "You've no idea how rare that is."

"Well, I also improvised." Bizmark said proudly, and before he could stop himself he added, "I even discovered a magick from doing it!"

"Is that so?" Jabebe said thoughtfully, "Magick from mating... would that not be just another working of Naturae?"

"Apparently not!" Bizmark exclaimed, his excitement carrying him away, "It's nothing to do with nature, but rather to do with the sensation! The... passion, I guess... that goes in to it! It makes you want it more, it makes things feel possible. Somehow it makes things better, like another reason to live and keep on living!"

"Interesting," she cooed, "and this can happen any time?"

"Yes, I do think so!" he continued, "I can feel it whenever I do mating-things. But it's much stronger when someone else is present. In fact... I think I need someone else to gather the energy. I don't think it's possible to get when alone."

"Can you show me this?" Jabebe asked, her question loaded with curiosity and eagerness, "If you used it last night... Well let's say that I haven't felt anything so intense since I was your age!"

And so Bizmark showed her.