Adventures of Two Minds
I guess to be nice I should start at the beginning. I am Zeylanicum. I have been in Chervil for 23
falls now. Last fall was rough but we will get to that. I come from a clan of like furred Cougars called the
KarroK. As with most Cougars we lived in the mountains. Our range is the dusty peaks of Veenesh,
haven't heard of them? I can not blame you, they are FAR farther south that I gander most of you
have traveled. I have five in my litter my sister, wait you don't care about that do you? No matter, my
story does not truly begin until about 6 falls ago. We the KarroK where moving though the human city,
yes they do exist outside of bedtime stories, of Oblong. It is there I met what would come to be the
pet of my dreams.
I have this small problem. I love Synan, or crystallized mana bobbles. I have spent more coin on
the bloody, sometimes literally, there is this one red pyramid shaped... wait back to the story. I just
earned a few coin by helping some scraggly human with his hovel. Now I live off the land more than
not so what else am I going to spend my coin on. Now, Oblong may not be much, a few flimsy, sun
bleached buildings that look that a good huff from a griffin would knock them over. However in all my
travels since then I have not met a better Shaper than Raikis. Why that Liger insisted on staying in
Oblong is beyond me. Anyway, I am headed to his shop looking to pick up a few nifty Synan, I walk in
the shop "HEY Rraikis, how you been late..." and what do I see but the most adorable Lynx these
green eyes have EVER befallen. I walk in the shop as she is is mid cast of a shape. She only stands
maybe six spreads tall, and can not possibly weigh more than a fall soaked blanket, but the fire in
those deep brown eyes captivated me. Entranced I stare at her gray lithe form as she Shapes this
Synan. I begin to see its form, its color this is going to be a ...
BAM! Back of the head just below my ear a piece of splintered wood, I think it came from the
inn across the street now that I think of it, smashes itself against my skull. The concussion picks me up
and tossed me across the room like a rag doll right into the tying portion of this lovely Lynx's cast, now
this is important we will get to that in a moment. Once more my pouch, thankfully only half full... I
need to get a bigger pouch now, spills my precious Synan into the now out of control cast of Zuccarum,
oh that's the Lynx's name forgot to tell you that. Instantly they react! In a flash of every conceivable
color burst into my eyes at once, the flames and confusion of the explosion are drown out and all I
hear is the scream of Zuccarum and this brilliance that must have come down from the gods
themselves. The colors began to meld until all that was left was the PUREST white, one that the cold
fall of the season to come envies for its radiance. Zuccarum's screams die out as do my own and I am
left with the beat of 2 hearts in my ear, given time the rhythm changes and then I only hear one.
SOMEWHERE about then I pass out.
Some time later, I know now it was four turns latter, I start to come around. Before I am aware
of myself I am aware of something else, no someone else. She is afraid, almost panicked. Well this
feeling of overwhelming doom snaps me conscious instantly. I sit up sharply, WACK goes my head
against the top bunk, stupid short humans. You know they are only about 4 to 5 spreads tall? Really
most of them only come up to about here on my 8 spread frame! The panic is lost, and replaced with
concern. I slowly open my eyes, for an instant I see myself! Lying there on this tiny human bed with
tattered blankets with my large sandy furred hand holding my already swelling head. Then in the next
instant I see a pair of crystal blue eyes staring back at me, a small tear rolling down her soft white fur.
She looks familiar. Up till now I have never seen a Fallen, oh you guys call them ... what is it albino yea.
Her fur tufts at the ends of her beautiful face give her race a way Lynx. Ah you got it now do ya? Well
don't you go giving it away for those who don't!
"That hurts a lot!" Comes the words from this previously silent Fallen.
"Really you don't say? What was your first clue? The splintering of the bed?" I punched the top
bunk with the hand not holding my aching head. "My yell of pain? Or was it the holding of my head
that finally gave you the hint?" At this point I noticed that she is holding her head as if she was
whacked with a top bunk, why do the humans do that anyway? There is plenty of room to spread out?
"haha big guy." She stands up still holding her head. "While you where off in la la land, Rraikis
and I figured out what happened in the shop FOUR TURNS AGO!" Placing her hands on her hips while
trying to force more air though her lips, kinda cute actually and OH did she fail, she continues to
attempt to yell at me. "BECAUSE OF YOUR PITTIFUL COLLECTION OF SYNTHIS CRYSTALLIZED MANA WE
ARE NOW BOUND TO..." She begins to cough from the strain on her little lungs.
"Woh," I interrupt, "Bound you say? In what way?" She becomes almost fearful, her fire and
anger almost instantly replaced with cowardice. I don't see this as much as I KNOW this. More tears,
not of pain this time but sorrow.
"One or more 'sniffle' of your Synan reacted with the one I was shaping. 'sniffle' It was
suppose to be an Field of Ice spell. 'sniffle' But when it reacted with YOUR," she points at where my
now EMPTY pouch rests on the table beside the bed, "Synan," she wipes her eyes, "at the very instant
if tying off the spell, 'sniffle' I was striped of my lovely grays and thrust into the colors you see now.
Cursed as a Fallen." Standing up she hastily, nay defiantly displays her Fallen fur. Her sorrow begins to
give way to anger again. "And on TOP OF THAT! When YOUR in pain I am in PAIN!. When YOU dream I
dream." At this point anger gives way to RAGE. She starts that cute thing with her hands on her hip.
"AND IF I EVER CATCH YOU DREAMING ABOUT ME IN THAT MANNER AGAIN"
I interrupt her about here, "WOH," I start to stand up. "Be quite for a moment and sit down!"
Instantly without hesitation or rebuttal she does just that. She stops talking and sits RIGHT on the
floor! Taken aback by this I recoil back to the bed. Confusion, I know not if it is my own, or hers, or
possibly both, rapidly descends across us. In unison "What just happened?"
Eying each other Zuccarum speaks first. "Do you just use a Will Bend Synan on me?" She is
hurt, slightly scared, as if her very Parree lay now exposed for me to examine. Again I KNOW this but I
am starting to understand to SOME degree. I take a step or two towards the center of the room and to
the table that sits there. My Synan pouch rests there. I open it up and finger the insides.
"Nope ALL my Synan are gone. They can make Will Bend into a Synan, since when?"
"Well if you did not someone did!" She begins looking me up and down, pad to ear. Searching
for something.
"Don't look at me!" She turns her head so she not gaze at me. "All my Synan..." I notice her
head movement. "Did you just..."
"Yes I did and WHO EVER IS USING THAT SYNAN IS DEAD!" Her rage is back. Curious I walk
toward where her face looks. As I approach she scoots turning away from me. Constantly diverting her
gaze away from me.
"I have seen a demonstration of Will Bend. This is not..."
"I KNOW THIS! NOW! RELEASE YOUR COMMAND!"
Blinking confused "hu... you can look at me?" At that moment she snaps her head to gaze me
in the eye. She picked herself off the floor and stomped, what little bit her 80 stone body could
muster, out the door. "Well that was odd." I say to myself. I can still feel the anger she holds. "Well I
will be glad to get back to KarroK." I think to myself out loud. I began to gather up my stuff that had
been left on the table. Rubbing my head where I smashed it against the bed, I am reminded of the
slam in the back of my skull. I reach my paw back to touch behind my ear. No pain. "Must not have
been to bad." I state with a chuckle. I began to wonder, what was the explosion, why was I out for
four turns and have no notice able head damage? Then again having command over that hot Fallen I
MUST have brain damage. I laughed out loud. Fear is replaced with concern and back to sorrow. Am I
truly emotionally linked to that Fallen? The sorrow becomes as if I have lost a loved one only worse.
Something horrific has been bestowed upon that poor Fallen.
As I am tying off the last piece of my gear Rraikis walks in. This seven spread of a Liger carrying
a scowl on his face storms into the room with a commanding presence no one can refute. "Well you
did a SMASH UP job of handling that!" He starts to pace across the room all the while making sure the
black voids he calls eyes never leave mine. Clearly in disgust he shakes his head. "Ok Zeylanicum you
have a few decisions to make RIGHT here RIGHT now! SIT DOWN!" Not wanting to get this Master
Shaper irritated I quickly take a seat in the first chair I find. "Here is where YOU," jabbing an aged but
steal claw into my chest "are now the proud owner of a Lynx!" He shakes his head once more. He
reaches his hand for his eyes to rub them as if they cause him pain. Seemingly not directed to anyone
in particular, "such a promising shaper bestowed upon this brute." Now to me, "She will, so it seems,
obey your commands. Your pain is her pain, your emotions are hers. I can only pray to Kimbal that it
goes both ways." He continues, "While you slept we tested the limits of this binding. At any time you
two may not be more than 100 paces apart." Rraikis's head falls and a heavy sigh escapes his chest.
"Because the once beautiful Lynx is now a Fallen, her clan has forsaken her. Unlike the KarroK they are
not as forward thinking. She no longer has a home, nor the coin to continue her apprenticeship under
my tutelage." Again a sigh leaves his body, now with more sorrow in his voice, "You have just a few
options. Yes the KarroK are forward in their beliefs but a non Cougar will NOT be accepted. So, you
may travel with Zuccarum or she may travel with you. Neither of you may stay here more than the
night nor may either of you return home."
My heart sinks, my sorrow adds to what I know from Zuccarum. I tell you now that is not a
combination that I would wish upon the worst of my enemies. The pain of realizing that you cannot
return to your clan can only be made worse by feeling that exact pain manifest in someone else. Not
being there to simply witness but bound at the Parree TRULY feeling her pain, and her mine. Rraikis
helps my shriveled form of self pity to my paws and guides me to the bed once more. My head is rest
on a pillow and though my tear soaked eyes I make out the form of Zuccarum being guided by another
to my side. She is lay next to me both of us sobbing as our solitude settles in. The separation from our
friends, our fathers, our mothers, from our home, from our very nation washes over us like a
relentless fall, blanketing us in grief and smothering our hopes. Gently stroking the both of us Rraikis
states though our strangled sobs, "Your new clan, is each other. Rest tonight, for your true journey
begins in the morn."
The following morn do you CARE to guess what wakes me up? A swift paw to the left side of
my maw. WHAP! Goes Zuccarum claws and paw right into my cheek. I curl back in pain and at the same
moment so does Zuccarum. I find the floor as I fall out of the obscenely to small bed, hers skull finds
the top bunk. "OWW" I state though my swelling cheek. "What was that for? And be careful I can feel
'cringe' ow, your pain to!" Each of us taking one hand to our right cheek and the other to the back of
our heads, you know we really should have started wearing helms then.
"I WARNED," she quiets due to the rapidly developing headache, "you about dreaming about
me with my stitches ... well you know! And hurry up and sheath yourself you pervert!" she spouts
softly.
My rebuttal probably SHOULD have been worded better. However, I was not use to my new
set of circumstances JUST yet. "Fuck yourself and blow me! I will think what I want to think and..." you
can see the gravity of my mistake? As I am speaking Zuccarum begins to strip off her bottom stitches
while crawling off the bed headed for my morning wood. "...What are you doing?" I ask.
"Preparing to fuck myself and blow you master." is her reply in a softer tone than you have
heard this Fallen Lynx utter yet. With that she hungrily begins to lick the tip of my semi hard penis,
paying special attention to avoid the barb. While doing so she leaves her hind quarters over my nose
and begins to slide her claws though the already moist folds. It is not long until my full member is
unsheathed pulsing, waiting, longing for more. As my excitement grows as does hers. With each
stroke of her claw against her now dripping sex a wave of pleasure washes over my body. Do we share
more than just pain? While I ponder this my dick disappears into the maw of my newly hungry pet. I
moan out in intense pleasure, as dose she, in rhythm. With each stroke across her clit a bolt of
electricity shoots up my spine. Each slurp against my cock stirs a muffled moan from the lips at my
loins. Attempting to wrap my head around the dual sensations I finally realize the reason for this
SUDDEN interest in my meat. I gave her a command! Instantly feeling like I have just robbed a cub of
his first thread I franticly try and think of a way out of this. But with a solid 'slurp' I am brought back to
here and now. Franticly Zuccarum begins to pump my cock with each thrust against me she moans as I
moan, with each flick of her deft claws I arch wanting more. "I have to stop this" I think.
"Stop, 'pant' with the, OHHH, sex!" I finally manage to utter out. True to command she stops.
Panting heavily I painfully realize that I was nearly finished. For what seems like forever Zuccarum
holds still, panting.
Then, "You know, I don't approve of how you started this, but DAMNT I want to CUM!" Again
she takes my member deep into her maw, lightly dragging her tongue across it's tip with each thrust.
No longer bound by the command she begins to bring her sex closer to my lips. It does not take me
long to take the hint and pick up where she left off. With quick flicks I manipulate her soft nether lips,
while scratching the base of her tail. With each pass over her dripping sex waves of pleasure take over
my body. Each slurp of my rock hard dick causes a moan from her. The line between my pleasure and
hers blur in my mind the compounding desire of our lust drives us farther, Zuccarum's tail wrapping
around my head. With a powerful arch of her back forcing her sweet and dripping mounds onto my
face mirrored with a final powerful thrust into hers we both reach release with powerful screams.
I lie there, exhausted, spent, and euphoric. It no longer matters which feelings are mine and
which belong to Zuccarum. We lie, panting for breath, amongst half hearted attempts to find our
stitches. "Well, 'pant' that is ONE way 'pant' to start the morning." I comment.
"Only one problem though, 'gasp' with our romp Zeylanicum." She rebutted.
"Oh, and what might that be?"
"We have to walk to leave town!" She starts to laugh as we finish getting our stitches on.