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A Mage's Tale By Ajax B. Coriander

Chapter One:

The Journey Begins

Arthur had his paws tucked into the sleeves of his large purple robe as Jenny, the female deer in front of him, prattled on about the history of the castle. She talked of the great battles the old kings had won, the things they'd done for the poor, and other things Arthur could care less about. It was all mindless propaganda she'd been force-fed as a child, and now she was wasting Arthur's time with it. In all honesty, the mage really didn't care. The skunk had been forced to go on this little trip.

The girl's constant sexual advances weren't helping either. She'd go on about how cute his accent sounded, how much she liked smart men, or she'd go out of her way to present her breasts to him. If King Richard hadn't "asked" him to come on a diplomatic mission to gain the support of the deer King Barden of the Hexencross Empire, he wouldn't have even come. Arthur's king knew that should the time come, they would need a strategic alliance with the Hexen if they wanted to fight off the Ahtrum from the South. His whole trip would basically be a huge ego stroking for King Barden, some shiny trinkets, some empty promises, some feasting, and then he'd be headed for home to his nice cozy study where he could bury his nose back in his books. But, orders were orders, and it's not like he could say no to his king.

"And this is your room," the spunky deer said as she pushed opened the large wooden door in front of them, revealing what would be the skunk's bedroom for the next few weeks. It was a simple room; a small bed in one of the corners, a fireplace, but what really caught the skunk's eye was the open doorway that lead to the bathroom. He could only see the stone bathtub from this angle, but that alone was awe-inspiring. The weeks of journeying had taken its toll on him, and to know that he could sink down to his neck in that warm water and let it wash away the punishment the road had left on his body made up for every second he'd had to spend with this insufferable girl.

He placed his paws on the girl's shoulders. "Ahhh, thank you so much my dear, you've been so..." he paused for a moment. "...helpful," he said, trying to hide the sarcasm in his voice. The skunk guided her towards the door.

"Well if you need anything, I'll be down in the..."

The skunk held up a paw to cut her off. "Thank you, I'll keep you in mind," he said as he shut the door in her face, spinning around to press his back against it.

He sighed in relief as the buzzing, high-pitched tone of the girl's voice cleared from his ears. She was a nice girl, but if she'd hit on him any harder, he'd have a lump on the side of his head. And he didn't feel like giving the whole "I'm not into women such as you" speech to her. The skunk adjusted his glasses before he undid the gold sash around his waist, and slid off his purple robe. Next were his undergarments; a simple pair of brown pants and a white tunic. He always loved how the warm air felt against his bare fur, and after weeks of being constantly trapped in traveling clothes, this was a nice relief. He stretched, before he slammed the lock shut on his door and walked to the bathroom.

He filled up the tub, dumping all the bath salts, oils, and soaps he could find into the water and then sank into it. He murred happily as he felt the ground in dirt and grime from two months of travel begin to dissolve into the tub.

He ran his fingers over his plump belly, letting them slide down to the swollen orbs between his thighs. The skunk gave them a squeeze and gave out a soft moan. They almost looked purple under the white fur on his sac; it had been too long since he'd been able to empty them. During the trip here, he'd never had a chance for "alone time" because of all the king's guards around him. But, they were off in town drinking and frolicking with the locals, which meant he was free to do as he pleased. He gave the shaft between his thighs a squeeze, and the white on his face turned a light pink as his body surged with the heat of his desire. Arthur closed his eyes, and took a deep breath to calm down. If he was going to do this, he'd do it right later tonight.

* * *

Steam rolled out of the bathroom as Arthur opened the door. He had a satisfied smile on his face as his wet, black hair draped over his eyes; he thought he must look like one of those shaggy white dogs from the North. He sat down on his bed and leaned back, sighing happily. He hadn't felt this good in weeks. It was amazing what hot water and soap could do for one's mood.

He reached beside his bed to his travel bag and waved his paw over the side. His fingers blurred with a violet tint for a moment, and then an extra pouch appeared where one had not been before. It was a simple cloaking spell, one he'd learned as a child. Arthur had always found it useful, especially when he was carrying things he didn't want others to find. He pulled out a large glass bottle filled with clear liquid and shifted onto his back. He then grabbed one of the pillows and slid it under his lower back. He pulled the cork out of the bottle with his teeth before pouring the liquid over his fingers, and then sat the bottle on the nightstand.

He reached down to the pink member lying limply from his sheath; it only took a few strokes of his slick fingers to get it to rise to full attention. His shaft arched along the underside of his belly as his fat, full nuts rested underneath. He chirred a little as he slid his slick fingers over his balls and gave them a hard squeeze. He let out a soft groan, and he lifted up his legs, letting his arm move between his legs and his fingers slide between his black cheeks where his pink pucker lay between. His fingers smeared that clear slick liquid over that bit of flesh, and he moaned as he slid two of his thick digits inside of his puckered hole. He moaned as he felt something sink into him for the first time in weeks--he'd tightened up since the last time he'd done this. Arthur panted softly as he began to rock his fingers in and out of himself, moaning as his digits pressed into that pleasure spot deep inside of him, wriggling against it as his balls churned with their need for release.

The skunk reached down and wrapped his other paw around his shaft and began to pump it as he quickly moved his fingers in and out of his chubby rear end. He closed his eyes; he could feel those fat nuts begin to pull up, the weeks of need finally coming to their peak as his paw stroked faster and faster on his shaft.

The feeling was electric. It'd been weeks since he'd touched himself - his flesh felt so soft and smooth. He could feel every stroke of his fingers as they sped across his shaft. He could feel himself growing closer. He didn't hold back. He needed this. He needed to feel a release. He wanted to just give up that tension in one long powerful stroke. He let out a loud need-filled groan, and his eyes clenched tight as he felt his cock twitch. The first shot of that pent-up cum shoot out across his white-furred chest, jet after jet just spraying across his fur and sinking down to his skin.

He hummed to himself before he snuggled up in his bed, pulled the bed sheets over himself, and drifted off to sleep.

* * *

A few hours Later, Arthur awoke to a sound like thunder. He felt the whole castle shake, and he heard screaming and shouting come from outside. He jumped to his feet and peered out a nearby window. He could see fires burning in the city below and large rocks flying over the city's tall stone walls, crashing into buildings. He watched as people ran through the city streets, some trying to get away from the fires and others just trying to escape.

The door behind him burst open, and in stormed a deer. Arthur could tell from the emblem on his steel chest piece and the green cloth and leathers of his armor he was one of the castle's guards. Arthur saw the deer stop dead in his tracks, and his face turn beat-red as he stared at the skunk's naked form, still covered in dried cum from the night before.

The young deer quickly averted his gaze.

"Are you the mage Arthur Gorden?" He quickly asked.

"Yes," the skunk said as grabbed a new robe from his bag. "What's going on?"

"The Ahtrum found out we were in talks with your kingdom and they decided to unleash a preemptive strike against us. The king sent me to get you to safety," the deer said as he looked into the hallway. A few maids ran past, their arms filled with stolen silverware and golden trinkets. His head snapped back to the skunk and his paw reached for the handle of his sword.

"Please, sir, we need to hurry," he said urgently.

The skunk nodded, threw his things into his bag, and slipped on his fresh robe. The deer grabbed Arthur by his paw and the two of them ran out of the room.

They worked their way down the winding stone corridors while guards, knights, and staff rushed past, heading to their posts, fleeing, or trying to find family members. They rounded a corner, and their eyes grew wide as an entire platoon of Ahtrum soldiers looked back at them. The large cats had been tigers once, centuries ago, but now they were something else entirely. Their fur had long ago lost its orange tint, and they now had black and grey stripes, their eyes black and soulless. They wore black armor with long spikes on the shoulders and forearms. One of the Ahtrum roared as he saw the guard and the mage approach them. They charged.

The deer spun Arthur around and pushed him in the opposite direction. They managed to make it back around the corner, but the Ahtrum were right on their tails. They rounded a corner and Arthur spotted an open door, pushed the guard into the room, and quietly shut the door shut before the Ahtrum could catch up.

"What are you doing?! There's no way out of here," the guard whispered.

"I know what I'm doing," he growled as he shoved the deer against the wall, his body pressing against the guard's armor as his paw wrapped around the deer's muzzle.

"Don't move an inch," the skunk whispered as he began mumbling something under his breath. The skunk's body shimmered purple before it began to slowly disappear, starting with his arms, legs, and finally his torso. Then, the spell began to move over the guard.

The deer watched as his body began to fade, disappearing into the wind. He could feel the skunk pressed against him, the heat from his thick body reaching him even through his bulky armor. He closed his eyes, and his arms wrapped around the skunk's torso before they completely faded away. The deer could hear the skunk breathing, smell his sweet scent mixed with fear and the musk of his dried cum. The door behind them burst open, and two of the twisted soldiers ran into the room. They flipped over a nearby bed and used their swords to break open the closet next to it. They hissed something at each other with their forked tongues and then rushed out of the room.

Arthur and the deer stood there for a long while, neither of them daring to move or utter a single word. They waited until the commotion outside began to calm down and they were sure the soldiers had gone before they broke their embrace. As they moved, the spell began to break, and they rejoined the visible world.

The deer softly shut the room's door, and then moved towards the window. He peered out of the hole, and his fist slammed against the wall. The soldiers from the Ahtrum's army had breached the city wall, and they were herding the city's inhabitants into cages on the backs of horse-drawn carriages.

"Dammit," he whispered. "I should be out there helping them..."

Arthur moved to the door and placed his paws on it. He mumbled something under his breath, and the door shimmered, fading away, turning into what looked like just another chunk of wall.

He then turned towards the deer. "You don't have to be here with me. I'm more than capable of taking care of myself." He took a moment to really look at the guard, something he'd not done yet. His antlers were still on the smaller side and covered in soft velvet; they were clearly still growing. But they weren't his first set. He still looked too old for that. Perhaps he was on his second set, which would put him at around twenty-one. He was also on the chubby side; even wearing his full battle armor, Arthur could tell that the guard clearly never liked to skip meals.

The deer put his back against the wall and slid down. He sighed and shook his head. "No, I made a promise to my king, and I have to keep it. Your safety is my only concern."

Arthur flipped the bed back over and sat down on it. "Well, if you're going to stick around, I should probably know your name. You do already know mine."

The deer looked up, sadness still on his face. "It's Cara."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Cara," the skunk said with a soft smile, trying to lighten the mood.

The deer scoffed. "Yeah, you too."

The skunk looked to the window, where he could see the orange glow from fires that were still burning. "You wouldn't happen to have a plan to get us out of here, would you?"

"There's a secret exit in the kitchens. I was trying to get us there, but that group of Ahtrum blocked our way. We'll probably have to wait until morning and try to sneak past them after things die down." He looked at where the door used to be. "Think that spell will hold for that long?"

Arthur yawned and nodded. "Yeah, the spell has hid more for longer. However, it is just an illusion. If someone knows that door is there, they'll have no trouble walking right through."

"Then hopefully no one does," Cara said. "You should get some sleep. I'll keep watch until the morning."

"I don't really see the point. If someone finds us, we're done for no matter what. You might as well get some sleep too," Arthur said.

The deer looked over at him. "And where am I supposed to sleep?"

The skunk smirked. "The bed is big enough for two." He tried to hide the excitement in his voice as he continued. "Well, it is if you take that armor off. I don't want to roll over in the middle of the night a bust my lip on your chest plate."

The deer fidgeted a bit. "Well, just so you know, I'm not wearing much under here."

The skunk's tail swished behind him, and he chuckled. "We're both guys here, right? It's not anything I haven't seen before."

The deer's cheeks flushed red, and he gave a nervous chuckle. "I guess you're right."

The deer stood up and began to strip off his armor, starting with his heavy chest plate, moving onto his chainmail, then his boots, and finally his leather pants. He let them drop to the floor, standing in front of the older skunk in nothing but a loincloth.

Arthur slid off of the bed and let his robe slide to the floor, standing naked in front of the deer for the second time. The skunk pulled back the bedsheets and crawled in, the deer soon to follow. Cara kept himself as close to the edge of the bed as he could as he lay next to the naked skunk. His heart thumped in his chest as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.