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"I... I... I'm not sure," Oulders confessed, his upper body squirming against the back of his chair. "What would we, uh, have to do if I were to say yes?"

Valon could feel Oulders's scales of personal judgement teetering this way and that, weighing up the chance to walk again with being trapped in an animals body and partaking in sexual relations he'd probably never considered before. "I've got a collar in my pack. I put it around your neck. Then I pleasure you, so that I can collect the magic that'll be emanating off of you, while you start turning into an animal. The timing may be a little different, because I haven't done this before."

"But I, well, even if I wanted to, I can't! I haven't, uh, you know..." Oulders gestured at his crotch. "It hasn't, uh, 'worked' since I broke my back."

Although Oulders looked sad, Valon thought part of him seemed relieved that the choice had been taken away from him. He almost felt bad for pushing that decision back on him; he'd thought of it too, and had been wondering about how he might approach this issue before bringing up familiars in the first place. "There's a few 'techniques' that I know about," Valon explained. "Admittedly, I've never used it on a man with a broken back before, but I have used it on crippled or lame stallions or bulls, and some of the basic workings are more or less the same." He left out the part that he'd done it with a bunch of healthy men as well, and himself. "We just have to get you aroused enough for the collar's effect to trigger, and then you should start to change." He paused in thought. "I might be able to cajole it into working to repair your back first, too, but I won't really know that until we get started."

Valon stood up - a little too quickly for his legs, which had fallen asleep - and stumbled until they woke up again. He walked towards Oulders, taking his bristly chin gently with one hand, and lifted his face while squatting down. "I'm not going to do anything unless you want me to," Valon reassured him. "If you want to stop, well, that might be tricky magic-wise, but I'll do my best, even if it means using up more magic than I get out. I'm certainly not in the habit of letting people know about my personal business, and I can make sure we're not spied upon, and nobody needs to know how I helped you to walk or what it involved from your side." He wiped Oulders's hot cheek with his hands, feeling a dull afterglow of the alcohol in his system; it wasn't near enough to get him drunk, but the wine certainly lingered.

Oulders bit his lip. He smiled, and whistled out a short laugh. "I kind of wish we had more wine."

"Me too." Valon agreed, caressing Oulders's cheek. "Is that a yes?"

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try at least once, right?" Oulders argued. After pausing with his mouth open for a moment, he requested, "Could you check to make sure we aren't spotted?"

"Sure," Valon agreed, standing upright. He ignored the bulge that Oulders could probably see in his pants, and scanned the ground. Picking up a small flat rock hidden in the grass, he squeezed it and shifted it around in his hands, before picking it up and throwing it. The rock skimmed across the grass like it was atop the surface of water. It was a meaningless gesture, but he wasn't about to tell Oulders that unless his cock was two feet long, nobody was going to see it from any distance where they wouldn't be noticed by his senses, sharpened into avoiding getting caught doing things people didn't want him to do. "I'll be alerted if anyone should come across us now," he stated, allowing Oulders to make his own inferences.

"You won't tell my parents about this, will you?" Bending forwards, Oulders pulled at his robe and shuffled about in his chair; one arm pushing up to raise one of his buttocks high enough to free its fabric.

"The only thing I'll tell them is that you have been temporarily cured, and that in payment for my services, you've agreed to become my assistant for a while until you've helped me acquire enough power to make it permanent." Valon answered. Watching for a moment, and hiding an excited sigh, Valon went to his pack. After a few moments of fishing around, he pulled out a leather belt by the buckle. The rest of the collar snaked free as he returned to Oulders's side. "This is supposed to grow to fit the size of the wearer," he explained, "but let me know if it's hurting you. I'll try to keep an eye on you, but..."

"I will," Oulders replied, his voice pitching up slightly.

While Oulders continued disrobing, Valon slipped the collar's strap around his neck. The leather flowed through the buckle suggestively; he was suddenly very glad that he was getting to do this now. "There," Valon said, sliding his hands away from Oulders's neck. The strap was fastened, with the buckle facing forwards. "Do you feel anything?"

"A bit itchy," Oulders replied, scratching at the collar. Valon took Oulders's robe, which was sitting on his lap, while Oulders moved his shaking hands up to take off his shirt. "I also feel a little, uh, confined."

"I think that means it's working," Valon said. "I wish I'd had a chance to try it out before." He hadn't for a very good reason: familiar collars were proscribed. While he hated the college, Valon didn't want to be expelled until he'd finished plundering their library for its knowledge. Dropping the robe onto his pack, he watched Oulders's thick, hairy chest slowly revealing itself as he removed his shirt. Without the robe, he'd be nude in a few moments. There were scars, but Valon had seen worse, and he was more interested in the thick piece of equipment dangling between Oulders's legs. As much as he wanted to bury himself right into Oulders's crotch, he held back; instead, he started to remove his own clothing, starting with his squelchy boots.

"Uh, what are you doing?" Oulders asked, blushing and covering his manhood with his crumpled-up shirt.

"I imagine this is going to get fairly messy," Valon observed. "Since it's been a while for you, as you say. After a period of abstinence, your balls will get very full. I'm sure you'll have noticed this during your own 'experimentations' with it."

"I haven't..." Oulders blushed extremely red right then.

"That's a lie," Valon laughed. "But that's okay, I'll forgive you." He groaned in relief, his wizard's hat splattered on the grass in a heap, the stench of his own dried sweat wafting upwards in a plume of musk to his nose as he removed his shift. Wriggling his wrinkled toes in the grass, he threw his shirt away. A loud sigh escaped his lips. "There's only a few things better than getting naked after a hard day of sweating, don't you think?"

"Well, uh, I don't know," Oulders muttered, discreetly looking away as Valon went on removing his pants, hopping about on the grass. "I suppose it is nice. I liked going to bathe." He perked up a little. "I suppose I might be able to do that again, soon." He scratched at the collar, which had, as promised, tighten to nestle closely - but not too snug - against his skin.

"Let's hope so!" Valon smiled, covering a tight fear that he suddenly had: he was sure the animal Oulders turned into wouldn't be something like a fish that required the water, but the idea was now in his head. Squatting down to untangle his travelling trousers from his ankles, his erection rubbed against his chest; its hardness weakened his concern. Stamping free, he swung upright, putting on a huge grin. "Okay, I think we're ready!"

"What do we do now, then?" Oulders asked.

Valon stared at him. "I think it might be best if we get you out of that chair," he suggested. "If you change your mind, or if it doesn't work, then I don't want it getting damaged or anything." Walking over onto the grass beside Oulders, he sat down, the blades spiking up into his sweaty crack. "Yeah, this seems comfortable enough." He bounced up, standing in front of Oulders. "Let me know how I can help: I think if you're sitting in my lap, so to speak, we can work the rest out from there."

"I can manage," Oulders assured him, "if you can catch me." Wavering between trying to retain his modesty or his independent, he chose the latter. Sighing with effort and growing red with embarrassment, he let his shirt slide down as he catapulted off of the chair, landing in Valon's arms. The wheels spun, sending the chair flying backwards.

Valon grunted, his breath yanked out of him. "Boy, you're big!" he exclaimed, stumbling backwards until they were over a clear patch of grass. "Going to lower us down now," he announced, moments before sinking down into a messy pile of uncomfortable limbs. "You okay?"

"The landing was a bit rougher than when my father does it," Oulders confessed, "but I'm fine."

Pulling himself free, Valon inhaled and exhaled, admiring Oulders body as he shifted into a seating position. Crawling over the grass, he moved in behind Oulders, sliding his legs around his wide body. He shifted in closely, enjoying the feeling of a warm body pressing against his. His erect cock pressed up against Oulders's broken, scarred back. Reaching around, he looked down at the thick, inert penis in front of him.

"Now what?"

Valon prepared: men could get sensitive about this area. "So, in order to stimulate you, I'm going to need to send a small magic shock into your body. Through your asshole, to be precise. It's the easiest way to access the parts that need stimulating."

"Does that mean you need to...?" Oulders voice squeezed tightly together.

"No, no." Valon started to chuckle, gently caressing Oulders's body as he did so. "Perhaps if you were willing, and could move, I might consider it. In your case, though, I've got another little device." He closed his eyes, feeling an exciting squirt dribble from his cock as his harnessed magic surged through his aroused body. Closing his hand, he felt heat collecting in his fist, solidifying as his fingers curled open. A large, glowing marble rolled around on his hand. "I think, as it's your body, it might be better for you to do it. I'll help keep your legs in place, and you just stick it into your hole. It should be tightened, like this." He held up his hand, his index finger curled around; with the other hand, he slowly rubbed the demonstrative 'sphincter', allowing the finger to unfurl. "But if you massage it like this, it should loosen, and then you should be able to fit in there. You'll need to keep sliding it in until you start feeling intense, but quite good; you'll understand what I mean when it's in there, it's very hard to miss."

"Oh-okay," Oulders replied, taking the marble. He leaned back, pushing Valon against the ground, as he groped underneath his scrotum. Valon's hands reached down, heading towards Oulders package instinctively before veering off to press against his thighs as they continued to tilt backwards. Gripping the marble tightly between fingers on his right hand, he tried to copy what Valon had shown him with his left fingers.

"Be gentle," Valon suggested, ignoring the screaming desires from his own cock. "And try spitting on your fingers, and the marble. It'll help lubricate it as it goes in." It didn't help that he really enjoyed having a big, dumb brute's strong body bearing down on him, but he wanted a familiar and - surprising even himself - he wanted to see Oulders being able to enjoy himself and maybe even get to walk again.

Oulders raised his left hand, and spat clumsily into it. It moved down, its now-moistened fingers slowly orbiting his hole. Valon wondered if any of it made any difference, if Oulders couldn't feel down there. But in a few moments it seemed to work; and with a little more encouragement, he could see the blue marble disappearing slowly into Oulders's body.

"Keep pushing," Valon suggested, "but it should only take an inch or so of it in fully for it to reach..." He didn't get to finish his explanation; Oulders hands suddenly jerked back, grabbing onto the grass behind him. He rocked backwards, squashing Valon's body hard against the grass.

"Sorry!" Oulders apologised, pulling himself back up. "You're right, it's very intense." He stared down; Valon squirmed to get a better look, watching as Oulders thick, soft erection thickened. It was only slightly noticeable, but it was something Valon enjoyed watching. Something warm slowly dripped onto Valon's bare chest; it took Oulders loud sob for him to understand it had been tears. "I can feel it, Valon! It's working!"

"Great! You can stop crushing me, then!" Pushing Oulders and himself off the grass, Valon slipped under Oulders's armpit to get a better look. Oulders's dick was unfurling slowly, growing and thickening. Watching it, especially with Oulders's musk invading his senses, made Valon moan too, oozing another small splurt of excitement from his own body. Reaching forwards, he cupped it in his hands; Oulders physically squirmed, panting strongly. Valon could feel the spikes of magic the marble was giving off even through Oulders's massive labourer's body.

Oulders squealed with delight; his buttocks twitched. "I can feel down there now! Not everything, but I, I don't know, it's like, I know I'll be able to feel down there too! All the way to my toes!" He panted, then grunted, his large semi-erect member still growing. "I think I'm, uh, almost ready... what do... urgh... what do we do now?"