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Clang. Clang. Clang. The sound of hammers in tandem echoed through Ilmarinen's workshop, every swing of his immediately followed by a perfectly mirrored motion by his apprentice. Their eyes were fixed on the singular fiery band that lay atop the anvil between them, Ilmarinen's strike infusing it with mana, Badger's strikes erasing the damage to the metal that occurred inbetween. The room was afire, sweat pouring down their faces, sizzling against their skin. Again and again and again, until the last of Ilmarinen's magic exploded through his hammer. As he stopped, so did his apprentice, ever dutiful. They both heaved for air as the room's temperature rapidly declined into something bearable. Ilmarinen straightened his back. Badger stretched and sighed.

"It is done," Ilmarinen said simply. "That was last one."

"Finally." Badger sounded relieved. The rings were a commission, one Badger had personally requested. Four rings imbued with life magic to transform the flesh into the form of an anthropomorphic animal. Badger had intended for it to be a gift to his cabalmates.

Ilmarinen did not quite understand it. Badger had described it as "being furry". A space in the world where one could be themselves, channeled through animal symbolism in the world. An appreciation for art. He had shared pictures of his "fursona" - the very animal that was his namesake, an anthropomorphised badger. That was a common denominator in their cabal.

It was through that discussion that the young lad's queerness had come to light. It was also the first time they had truly shared a heart to heart, where Ilmarinen had met somebody like himself, who was attracted to the same sex, and that had brought them close. Ilmarinen didn't relate to the idea that his true self was an animal – but meeting someone who could express oneself fully, without fear of judgement, with pride? It spoke of how different the times were. It spoke of how the elder generation could learn from the younger generation. It allowed Ilmarinen to be honest with himself, and to share with someone who understood. It helped that the attraction was mutual.

Badger took off his smithy's apron. His physique kept improving, as it would with the hard labour that the Forge Masters demanded. Ilmarinen followed suit, and was appreciative that the youth's gaze fell on him with the same lust as he exuded. They both glanced around the smithy with some feigned modesty, before Badger, wordlessly, nodded to the exit. Ilmarinen nodded, with equal silence. Ilmarinen kept a slight distance as they stepped out into the cool evening, crossing the courtyard. Badger set course to the gatehouse, which had Ilmarinen grow slightly disappointed. Almost sensing it, Badger spoke simply: "Left my backpack in the gatehouse. Got what you asked from the mainland."

Ilmarinen felt relieved.

"Forgot something in workshop," he replied with a sudden idea. He lumbered into his smithy, and found the fiery band they had worked on. It was still glowing with power, and emanating heat. Ilmarinen had planned to let it cool off on its own, but he found his adorned hammer, spoke the ancient words, and tapped the ring. The heat started to dissipate rapidly, but carefully. The integrity of the ring had to be maintained. It was a simple matter. He pocketed the ring once it was safe to touch, putting it into his apron's front pocket. Then he retrieved another band that he had created earlier, alone, one that was much duller in appearance, and pocketed it too.

They were apart for only a few minutes. Ilmarinen stepped back out into the cool evening breeze, and he found Badger standing in front of the gates to Hush House.

Badger was privileged in that he was allowed entry, when few others were in the consilium. Hush House was itself a place of wonder. A house full of knowledge, heavily guarded. It was also where Ilmarinen lived – and he would do so, for the rest of his long life. As his apprentice, Badger had privileges as well, though he wasn't allowed free entry into the main house proper. Instead, what seemed like the main building was but the visitor's hall, and connected to it were two towers. One of them was Ilmarinen's domain, and that was their destination.

Ilmarinen unlocked the gate with a gesture - a secret seal that only he and his cabal, the Attendants of the Hours, knew - and then he repeated the motion when approaching his tower - this gesture was his only. Badger could not repeat it even if he had wanted to. The tower was simple in design, its original design old, modernised with the years. Ilmarinen's personal bathroom took up most of the lowest floor. They eschewed the showers, and ascended the spiral stairs leading to the upper floors. Here, the furnishing and decor was rather sparse, but personal. Private tools. Tapestries depicting the arts of the Forge Masters. A desk and writing utensils. A large bed. That was where they both sat down, with some distance between one another. The distance made Ilmarinen a little wistful, even though he struggled keep his one eye off of the youth. It was he who maintained the distance, however. He did not want to impose.

Badger, fiddled with his backpack. There was a slight hesitation in his demeanour, as though he was trying to waste time. Ilmarinen already knew what Badger had in his backpack. He also knew what it meant for the lad.

"I got what you wanted," Badger said. Ilmarinen understood. It was something they had in common, a hobby they had explored together over the last year. Badger retrieved a wooden box from his backpack. He glanced somewhat sheepishly at Ilmarinen as he handed it over, uncharacteristic of his usual stoic demeanor. Ilmarinen accepted it wordlessly. It was an elaborate wooden box, painted, engraved, and sealed with tape. With a nail, he tore the tape off, and opened.

Inside were ten thick cigars, nestled neatly on top of each other. The fragrance was immediately noticeable too, earthy, a hint of leather, and chocolate. He picked one up and brought it to his nose, giving it a sniff. A lovely mixture.

"Thanks," Ilmarinen grunted. Badger shifted somewhat on the edge of the bed. Ilmarinen was getting a little irritated at the lad's sudden sheepishness. "Speak, lad."

"I want to share one with you," Badger said after a slight pause. “Now. Tonight. All night."

"Yes." Ilmarinen didn't hesitate. He plucked one from the box and handed it to the lad. He watched as Badger sniffed it with a sigh, before he retrieved a cutter and a lighter from his backpack. Ilmarinen stood up and wandered over to his desk to place the box. Badger also got up, wandering over to the window to cut the cigar. Ilmarinen could hear the clicking of the lighter and the faint hiss of an open flame. He watched the lad as he reached into his apron pockets, pulling out the pair of rings he had retrieved earlier. He took off his apron, then undid his belt. His trousers fell to the floor, and he stood bare. The lad didn't notice.

Ilmarinen did not truly understand the inner desire to transform into an animal, anthropomorphic or otherwise. But if there was a moment to learn, it was now. The dull iron band was the prototype ring, the basis of his final design. He put it on his ring finger and, thinking of Badger, tapped the ring thrice.

The transformation was uncomfortable and strange, but painless, as per design. Ilmarinen felt his sense of hearing change, as did his sense of smell. Cigar smoke had already begun to fill the room, but the aroma was amplified tremendously as the transformation took place. The hints of earth were immediately to Ilmarinen's liking, and he could practically tasted the leather and cocoa in the air. Badger was oblivious to his escapades, fixated thoroughly on making sure the burn on the cigar was even through and through. The lad was always thorough like that. Ilmarinen approached Badger from behind, glancing quickly at his hands as they did. Fur had erupted from every patch of skin, thick and black and fluffy. The palms of his hands had pads now, closer to paws. Smoke wafted over Badger's shoulders as Ilmarinen placed his new paws on the youth's sides, and Badger tensed.

The aroma of the cigar had already begun to fill the room, but it was amplified tremendously as the transformation took place. It was an earthy aroma, earth and leather and cocoa, and immeditely to Ilmarinen's liking. Badger did not react at all, fixated on lighting the cigar. The lad was thorough in all that he did. Ilmarinen approached Badger from behind, and glancing quickly at his hands as he did. They were extremely furry, with pads on his palms, closer to paws than human hands. He placed them on Badger's sides, and the lad tensed a bit.

"Master?" Badger said with some uncertainty, staying still.

"Yeah," Ilmarinen confirmed, his voice husky as always, but somehow more so.

"What did you do?" Badger asked, looking down at the black furred paws that rested on his sides. His voice was not apprehensive, but curious. Excited, even. Badger took a step closer, and ran his paws over the youth's stomach. Badger was hairy enough to not need fur, frankly, Ilmarinen thought, but the sheer difference between his current animal state and Badger's mundane human form was still noticeable. Badger placed a hand on Ilmarinen's paw, and the touch made Ilmarinen smile. He relinquished his embrace and took a step back, allowing Badger to turn around, and the lad did immediately.

Badger stared at his master, almost dropping his cigar and tools. Ilmarinen was a badger now, except humanoid, covered in black fur with white stripes. Almost exactly like his own fursona, except, much like Ilmarinen in human form, his right eye was missing. The fur covered up the scarring. He felt giddy. Excited.

Badger was always stoic and somber, and oftentimes sad. Seeing the lad so animated made Ilmarinen smile, or at least do that tug with his lips that suggested some positivity. He could hear Badger's short and shallow breaths – happy ones at that. His eye fell on the cigar, and he extended his paw towards it. Badger, otherwise speechless in his awe, handed it over. The wispy smoke sunk into his fur as he brought it up to his nose. The fragrance was intense, but soothing. After a moment of self-coordination, he brought the cigar to his lips, and took a drag. His eye was still on the lad, whose mouth was open, and whose arousal was plain as day.

"Sit?" Badger asked. Ilmarinen did as his apprentice asked, taking another puff, and he sat down on the edge of the bed. Badger stepped closer as he got on his knees. Their eyes were locked, but Ilmarinen understood what Badger wanted, and he spread his legs. In truth, he was hard as well, and leaking profusely, his furry thigh sticky with precum. It wasn't like he was hiding it, though to Badger's credit, the youth's gaze had never dipped below his chest until now. Badger placed his hands on Ilmarinen's thighs, running his fingers through the fur. It was a strange sensation, but a pleasant one too, Ilmarinen thought, feeling fingers ruffle through his fur. He watched Badger as eagerly as he was being watched. The lad's hands slowly found their way to his crotch. His cock was still human, though his balls were furry, which Badger did not seem to care about. He gasped at Badger's touch, which was both gentle and curious. Badger did not bother with restraint any longer, and Ilmarinen grunted as he felt the lad's mouth engulf his cock.

Ilmarinen placed a paw on Badger's head, stroking through his hair as he brought the cigar to his lips. They'd discussed this last time they met, three months ago, when Ilmarinen had asked if the boy had any fetishes. He'd not been too surprised when Badger expressed he wanted Ilmarinen to smoke while they fucked. The lad's enthusiasm was plain as day, and Ilmarinen enjoyed every moment. When Badger got up for air, Ilmarinen shivered as his cock was released from the wet, warm mouth. The lad buried his face against Ilmarinen's pre-soaked thigh and inhaled deeply.

“You smell heavenly," Badger said breathlessly as he nuzzled into Ilmarinen's fur. It was another one of the lad's quirks. The second time they had fucked, it was right after a long session in the smithy, and Badger had asked if they could refrain from showering, later admitting that the smell of sweat was a turn-on. They had both refrained from hitting the shower this time too, and he was sweaty when he transformed. His fur was definitely a little damp. For Ilmarinen, the smell was lost in the fragrance of the cigar. For Badger, however, whose nose was buried against his thigh, the smell would not be diminished at all.

Ilmarinen took the cigar to his lips and puffed on it idly. One paw went to cup Badger's cheek, drawing his attention. He raised his other arm, exposing his armpit. He followed the gesture with a tilted head. Badger was almost bestial in the way he panted at the sight, and after pushing himself up from the floor, he sat down next to Ilmarinen, and pressed his face into the old badger's pit. The sensation made Ilmarinen shiver – he was not ticklish normally, but the transformation had its quirks. Badger drank in Ilmarinen's body odour with deep and longing whiffs, his burly arms sliding around Ilmarinen's chest. Arm raised, Ilmarinen sat still, tasting his cigar, letting his apprentice enjoy his musk.

"You wanted to share," Ilmarinen said when Badger withdrew from his armpit. Badger seemed in a bit of a daze, though when offered the cigar, he nodded simply and took it. Ilmarinen watched the youth take a long drag from it, followed by a great exhalation of smoke, and a sigh.

"It's good," he commented idly, taking another drag. Ilmarinen couldn't disagree as he was offered the cigar again. He did what Badger did, a deep inhale, but he held it for a moment as he pressed his snout against Badger's face. It was a bit of an awkward bump, but Badger understood the gesture. He placed his lips against Ilmarinen's, and as their lips parted, smoke wafted out of his muzzle, into Badger's mouth and nostrils. The youth sighed again, a content noise.

"It's weird," Badger said after a momentary pause. Ilmarinen made a simple inquiring noise. "Kissing a muzzle. Not what I imagined."

"Good or bad?"

"Good." Badger kissed him again, and Ilmarinen let him take control. This was for him, after all. Badger licked at his lips, kissed him softly, then a little harder. A little back and forth. Ilmarinen did not complain. The affection was what he longed for in the first place, and he parted his lips, licking back softly. That felt like the natural thing to do, and Badger liked it, if his noises were anything to go by. The kissing slowly subsided into rubbing cheeks, before the youth buried his face into Ilmarinen's chest. Slowly, Badger's face was between Ilmarinen's legs again, on all fours on the edge of the bed, and the old man let out a contented sigh. He laid down on his back before he placed a paw on Badger's head, encouraging him while taking another drag. He felt his orgasm approach swiftly, and with a low, rumbling moan, he alerted Badger of the fact. Badger kept his pace slow and steady, one hand gently rubbing Ilmarinen's furry balls, the other wrapped around his legs, as he took his length deep into his mouth. When Ilmarinen came, Badger tried to swallow every drop. He had always done so without fail. This time, however, Badger had to retreat as Ilmarinen's climax continued, and he felt the fur on his crotch get sticky, the smell of seed suddenly poignant in the air.

"Ah," Ilmarinen said, breathlessly, his dick twitching. "Life magic is stronger than I thought."

His member shot six more thick strands of cum onto his groin before it halted to a light dribble, but even that one took a minute to subside. Yet he did not feel at all fatigued, unlike their previous endeavours. Badger breaathed hard against Ilmarinen's crotch in silence, and Ilmarinen let out another inquiring noise. Badger only grunted back, pushing himself up. He wore a content expression, his eyes gleaming with contentment.

"I brought your ring," Ilmarinen said, pointing to the table. Badger's gaze followed, and saw the fiery band resting on top of the cigar box he had bought. The contentment turned to wild excitement.

"Can I?" Badger asked, almost like a child. Ilmarinen let out the closest thing to a chuckle he would ever emit, a mildly amused grunt, and nodded. Badger rolled off the bed and lumbered over to the table, picking it up. He studied it carefully, quietly, breathlessly, holding it up to study it. Ilmarinen didn't need to offer instructions. Badger was his apprentice, and knew how all objects magical worked. The lad put the ring on, and, just like Ilmarinen had done with his band, tapped it three times.

Ilmarinen sat up as he watched the magic take place. Though the magic was painless, it didn't look the part: Badger's frame shifted and warped. The flesh darkened and looked momentarily like it expanded and split. When his face started protruding, Ilmarinen turned away - it was not a pleasant sight at all to him. It was a quick process, and within seconds, the magic ended. Ilmarinen could hear Badger's breathing increase manifold, rapid excitement and curiosity on display. Ilmarinen turned his face back to study his apprentice.

Badger was his namesake now: a badger, in humanoid form. His eyes were dark and beady, the white lines in his hair now part of his facial fur pattern. He had a dark nose too, which was sniffing, as though having never smelled anything before. The lad was, for a human, considered hairy – though all that body hair paled compared to a full coat of fur. Badger stared at his own arms. His little ears twitched when Ilmarinen stifled a bit of a cough. Their eyes met. Badger's expression was one of curiosity, of anticipation. But also of fear.

“Beautiful." Ilmarinen dispelled all of Badger's worries with one word. He did not understand the appeal of being an animal, but he could appreciate and love what he saw in front of him now: his beloved apprentice, finally his true self. Badger exhaled with relief as he looked around, almost frantically.

“Bathroom," Ilmarinen said with a gesture to the tower stairs. The lad wanted a mirror, Ilmarinen wagered, and the lad proved him correct by hurrying down to the lower floor.

Badger was flustered. Confused. His senses were different. He had paws! Fur! And Ilmarinen called him beautiful. He wasn't sure what he had expected to hear, especially from someone like him. An approving grunt was more the old man's style. The true moment of relief, however, was the absence of disgust. Ilmarinen was happy to see him like this.

Like this. He entered the small chamber that was Ilmarinen's bathroom. Over the sink was a mirror, and the creature that stared back was that of an anthropomorphic badger. Himself. His actual self. He didn't know how long he stared at his own visage. The badger in the mirror blinked when he did. Parted his muzzle when he did. Was him, through and through. His vision grew a little cloudy.

He only broke out of his daze when he saw Ilmarinen slink into the bathroom behind him. Before he could turn around, the older badger had already stepped up behind him, and embraced him from behind. Badger felt the old man's paws touch his cheek, wiping tears off of his muzzle.

Ilmarinen held the lad close, nuzzling the back of his head. The smell was a little different now, muskier, thicker, earthier. A pleasant smell that was Badger, through and through. Then he felt something tickle against his crotch. Badger had a tail now, short and stubby, and it wiggled against Ilmarinen. Then the lad pressed his rear a bit more forcefully against Ilmarinen's stiffening member. The old badger looked up and saw that Badger's expression had shifted. There was a toothy grin on the lad's face. The tears were gone, as was the astonishment, replaced with hunger. Ilmarinen grunted. They didn't need to talk much to communicate. He released Badger from his embrace, and moved to exit the bathroom. Badger stopped him by seizing his paw. Another grunt, followed by silence. Badger simply held onto his paw, and didn't let go. It was a slight gesture. Ilmarinen tightened the hold, and they ascended, paw in paw.

Ilmarinen had left the cigar on the windowsill. He picked it up again and gave it a couple of puffs to reignite it, and then sat down against on the side of the bed. Badger joined him there. They took turns taking drags. Ilmarinen had his arm around Badger's shoulder, and while he had the cigar, Badger was nuzzling his neck and stroking his stomach. Ilmarinen took a drag and kissed Badger again. Muzzle against muzzle this time. It was pleasant, Ilmarinen thought. Different, but still Badger. It didn't matter his shape. Smoke wafted from their muzzles as Ilmarinen gestured to the table.

"Light your own," Ilmarinen said. It wasn't spoken in annoyance, and Badger simply nodded, standing up. He picked up another cigar and found his previously-dropped cutter and lighter on the floor. He fumbled a little bit with preparing the cigar – his fine motor skills were a bit off, having paws now – but he adapted quickly. Soon the tower filled with more smoke than earlier, the smell pleasant to both their olfactory senses. Ilmarinen laid down on the centre of the bed, placing his head on the main pillow, and gestured for Badger to join him. Badger did, crawling onto the bed before laying down in the corner of his arm. Together, they smoked for a while, in peaceful silence, enjoying the taste of tobacco and the warmth of one another.

Ilmarinen was halfway through his cigar when he finally sat up. Badger motioned to join, but Ilmarinen pushed him back down. The old badger had received most of the affection so far, and with a grunt, told the lad to lay still. He rolled onto his stomach, positioning his muzzle near Badger's crotch. He took a drag from his cigar with one paw, and stroked Badger's thigh with the other. The lad let out a sigh as Ilmarinen exhaled a thick cloud of wispy smoke all over his member; the sigh became a low moan as the warm and dry air was replaced by wetness.

Ilmarinen took Badger's cock into his muzzle, licking at the head, tasting the hints of earth and tobacco on the delicate flesh, lowering his face down onto the lad's length. Ilmarinen enjoyed sucking Badger's cock, though the lad's length had always been a struggle to fully take before. However, where he normally felt his gag reflex trigger, by the time he had expected to feel the discomfort build in his throat, he had instead taken the lad's entire length – his muzzle had elongated his mouth. Badger shifted in delight, with the slighest buck of his hips.

Ilmarinen pulled away, exposing Badger's member to smoky air, before he took another long drag. He exhaled once more, repeating the motion, taking the length into his mouth, listening to the low rumble that built steadily in Badger's chest. He let the throbbing member linger a little longer in his muzzle before he withdrew again, and he watched the lad for a moment as he took another deep drag from his cigar. Badger was splayed on the bed with his arms stretched out, eyes closed, lips curled into a blissful smile, his little noises music between both of their slow and steady breathing.

Ilmarinen repeated the motions: he took a drag, tasting the tobacco, before bathing the lad's member in wispy mist, before tasting the length. Every time, he spent longer with Badger's dick in his mouth, his muzzle wet, his tongue longer and nimbler. Badger started to participate more as Ilmarinen continued, curling his toes and bucking his hips with growing pleasured impatience. When Badger's breaths became sharp, his grunts melodious, his bucks turning into thrusts, he knew he had pushed the lad into a climax, and he welcomed it eagerly. He tasted every spurt as it shot into his muzzle, and he swallowed every drop he could – yet, like Badger was when Ilmarinen had cummed earlier, he was overwhelmed by the volume. The tail end of Badger's load ended up partially on Ilmarinen's muzzle, but mainly on Badger's stomach. Badger was unbothered, puffing idly on his cigar, splayed on the bed in bliss.

Ilmarinen surveyed Badger as he took another drag. His eye met Badger's gaze, the lad smiling. Ilmarinen pushed himself out of the bed after a moment, wandering over to the table. He checked the iron pitcher to see if it had any water in it, before plucking an iron cup from a nearby shelf. Badger watched him idly, the older badger pouring water into the cup. Ilmarinen stared at the water, and with a sharp breath, imposed his will upon it. It turned thick, viscous, slippery. He glanced at Badger with his one eye, and said simply, "Edge."

Badger understood. He scooted over to the edge of the bed, still on his back, and thrust his ass out. Ilmarinen, with cigar in mouth, holding the cup of viscous fluid, walked over to his apprentice. With another grunt, he manifested his will, the bed ascending until the lad's hole was aligned perfectly with his throbbing dick. Badger took a drag from his cigar, resting an arm behind his head, legs raised. He shuddered as Ilmarinen poured half of the contents of the glass over his exposed hole, and the rest over his length. Tossing the cup aside, Ilmarinen puffed on his cigar as he studied the lad's ass, gliding his member back and forth over the hole. He made sure the cigar was firmly between his lips as he grabbed a hold of Badger's legs, and then, steadily, pushed forward. In one single move, slowly, steadily, he had entered Badger fully.

Ilmarinen didn't wait. He heard Badger's slow exhale the moment he had hilted, which meant the lad was relaxed. He pulled out halfway before thrusting back in. The lad grunted. Ilmarinen did it again, and again, listening to Badger make his little noises. He gazed down at his apprentice with his lone eye, and Badger gazed back, their line of sight only briefly interrupted whenever the lad took the cigar from his lips.

Ilmarinen paused only for a moment. The bed descended as Ilmarinen pushed himself onto the bed, still balls-deep in Badger. The lad moaned as he was pressed deeper into the mattress, and the old man's new angle made every thrust hit the spot. Ilmarinen repositioned both himself and the boy with ease, starting a steady rhythm, every thrust a little smaller, a little faster. His eye never left Badger's, but for those minor moments when he adjusted the cigar in his mouth or changed their positions. He watched Badger squirm and moan underneath him, though he allowed the lad to take his time with his cigar as well, briefly pausing his ever-growing pace so that the lad could inhale properly, and exhale thoroughly.

Badger loved the feeling of being pounded, and loved how Ilmarinen was always happy to oblige. Rare though their evenings together were, this was how they always ended – him bent over, one way or another, with Ilmarinen on top, pounding away. Tonight was no exception – except, the transformation had brought them both greater stamina, and Ilmarinen capitalised on it. When Ilmarinen's cigar was down to its final inch, they were still fucking. With the cigar in its final moments, Ilmarinen chomped down on it, and upped the pace. The beginning of the end. Badger still had a third of his cigar left, and took a long drag. He closed his eyes and rested his arms behind his head, cigar between his lips, wrapping his legs around Ilmarinen's waist. Ilmarinen grunted as his thrusts became harder and faster. Nearing his climax, he plucked the cigar from his teeth and tossed it aside, grabbing Badger's hips and climbing on top. He let the lad take a final drag from his own cigar; once it was out of the way, he kissed Badger fiercely, his fucking relentless as he tasted the earth and leather and cocoa on the lad's breath. Ilmarinen let out a low grown before he spilled his load inside his beloved apprentice.

Badger sighed in contentment as the old badger's relentless pace finally came to an end. Ilmarinen was heavy on him, the accompanying fatigue as predictable as it was welcome. Ilmarinen buried his face in Badger's neck, breathing hard and heavy. Badger snuck in another drag from his cigar, before he sighed into the old man's ear. After a few minutes, Ilmarinen rolled off of him, cock slipping out of the lad's rear, his load spilling out. He was hardly out of breath, the fatigue gone as quickly as it had arrived.

Badger watched Ilmarinen as he took another drag. He could feel the acrid undertones, which meant his cigar had reached its last moments. He offered it to Ilmarinen, who accepted it. The old badger took another drag, and then brought their lips together. Smoke wafted from between their lips, tongues dancing together. Badger groaned against the old man's energy. Ilmarinen took another puff after their kiss ended, blowing the smoke into Badger's chestfur. Another drag, and Badger felt that familiar feeling of warm smoke on his member. One final drag as he offered the cigar back to Badger, who accepted it, followed by a final wave of warmth over his length, and then a warm muzzle around his cock. Ilmarinen didn't repeat that song and dance this time. He kept his muzzle on Badger's dick, slowly sucking and licking, listening to the lad squirm and moan. Badger let the cigar rest between his lips, and he bucked his hips gently into Ilmarinen's mouth. Sweet release came shortly thereafter, Badger's second and final load of the evening.

Ilmarinen made an honest effort to swallow it all, but it was as futile as the first time. Badger's fur was a mess by the time his climax abated, though Ilmarinen didn't care. He gestured for Badger's cigar when he finally pushed himself up to his knees, and the lad offered it to him. He discarded it the same way he did his own – tossing it onto the stone floor. He then buried his face in Badger's belly, nuzzling into the cum-stained fur, up to his chest, and then to his lips. He kissed his beloved apprentice, who reciprocated with equal fervour. Their lips lingered against each other in silence when the kiss ended.

The moment soon came to an end. Ilmarinen got out of bed in one motion while Badger remained in bed, gazing out the lone window that marked Ilmarinen's tower. It was hard to gauge how late – or early – it was. They were far north now, and the sun wouldn't set fully until autumn rolled around. He could see stars in the sky, though. He hoped it wasn't too late.

His fur bristled. He knew Ilmarinen was using magic again. It felt almost like a sharp breeze consumed the room. Badger's fur went fluffy, the stickiness in his fur evaporating. The mess they'd left on the sheets vanished too. He knew Ilmarinen could wipe away the smell of tobacco with a thought as well – Badger could too – but he didn't. The earthy fragrance remained. Ilmarinen crawled back into bed afterwards. Badger rolled onto his side, and the old man pulled him into a hug from behind, nuzzling behind his ears.

It was time to rest. Badger pressed against Ilmarinen as the light from outside reflected in the fiery band on his paw.

“How long does it last?" Badger asked quietly, holding up the fiery ring. “The transformation, I mean?"

“Eight hours at a time," Ilmarinen grunted. “Will be gone in morning."

Badger splayed his ears. Ilmarinen figured it would happen. When the proverbial penny dropped, Badger became sombre again. Sombre and sad. Ilmarinen could hear the disappointment in his breathing. It made his heart ache. He moved his paw up to Badger's muzzle, running a digit along the length.

“You are beautiful," Ilmarinen said softly, with tenderness that was reserved only for Badger, only in this bed.

“Even like this?" Badger asked quietly. The excitement was gone. He was sad, and loathed his own mind for twisting what had been the greatest gift into disappointment.

“Especially like this," Ilmarinen replied simply, caressing his cheek. “Because you are your real self. Badger-shaped. My Badger."

Badger had no response. He pressed his cheek against the old man's paw, and snuggled close. He knew Ilmarinen didn't really understand what being furry meant. Ilmarinen didn't loathe being human the way Badger did.

“Can we do this again?" Badger whispered after a moment.

“Yes," Ilmarinen replied immediately. “You are meant to be Badger. So you can always be Badger-shaped with me. Never ask again. The answer is always yes."

Badger nodded quietly. “Will you use your ring?"

“Yes," Ilmarinen nodded, and he pulled the lad closer. “When you are here. Not while I work. But I will hold you like this. Every time. If you want me to."

“Will you always be a badger?" Badger had to ask.

“I don't know what else to be. I thought of you, so I became badger-shaped. Like you."

“But you can be different?" Badger inquired.

“Yes. Should I be?"

“You should be you," Badger replied, splaying his ears. He did enjoy Ilmarinen being transformed, but he refused to force somebody to be something they weren't.

“I am me. That doesn't change." Ilmarinen paused for a bit, pondering his words. “The way you look at me when I am ... furry-shaped. I like that look. I do not feel less like myself while I am like this. So I can be furry-shaped for you."

Badger remained quiet. Ilmarinen nuzzled between his ears again and held him even tighter.

“You are beautiful," Ilmarinen said again. “Especially like this, when you are Badger-shaped. But always beautiful."

“Thanks," Badger whispered, closing his eyes. He pulled his legs up a bit, curling as best he could into a ball. Ilmarinen shuffled a bit, reaching over to pull a linen over both of them. Then, he caressed the lad's chestfur slowly, while Badger quietly wept. He held his badger close, and only dared drift to sleep once he knew Badger had fallen into slumber.

He did not let go.