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Archmage Alastair

By Zrathie

The wolf named Craig looked up at the modern skyscraper. It was a fortress of glass and steel. It was as impressive as the mage towers of old. Magic had been used for centuries, and the powerful magicians and mages had established themselves from the Middle Ages into this modern time of the Information Age.

Although the Age of Kings had ceased with democracy taking over from the divine right of kings. Mages still held much sway. Craig looked over at his partner-in-crime Jessie he was a silver fox with bright golden eyes. His vertical pupils held such command. While Craig himself wasn't gifted in the magical arts, Jessie had learned the power of mesmerism. A skill he would often use on their capers together.

"Do you really think we could get into that deer's office? Surely that cervine would have some surprises in store for would-be spies," said Craig

The sudden movement of his vulpine friend's tail caught his attention. It swished back and forth betraying the nervousness of its owner. Under his calm exterior, the fox was just as nervous as him.

"We are not thieves, we're not going to take anything. The job is to plant the listening device nothing more," said Jessie.

The fox lifted his coffee cup gracefully and took a sip. He shot Craig a smile before returning the cup to the saucer. Craig couldn't help himself but smile too. The sharp angles of Jessie's muzzle were perfectly sculpted. His fur was a sea of grey and black with white flecks like the crests of waves.

Craig was still nervous. The archmage Alastair was the most powerful magic user in the country. One didn't become the archmage without dealing with political intrigues and keeping firm control over their household. This was the pre-mission coffee break a tradition for them to voice any last minute concerns. Jessie had already sorted out their entry method. The fox had used his magic of persuasion to get them added to the official staff list for Alistair's private apartment.

They had to act today. The cervine was out of town and would be back tomorrow. For the bugging mission to be successful, they would have to plant it tonight for it to last long enough between the regular counter surveillance sweeps that took place. If they got even 24 hours worth of recordings of the archmage's business activities they would be handsomely rewarded.

Jessie downed the last with coffee and left a banknote with a sizable tip under the saucer. Even if they scrubbed the mission, they already had a generous down payment to work with. The pair crossed the street and entered the grand lobby of the mage's skyscraper. They were dressed in the standard worker's overalls signifying their status as simple cleaners or custodians. Espionage worked a lot better when you didn't draw attention to yourselves.

It didn't work like in the movies or comic books. Disguised as regular people, ones that were often overlooked had earned them success on more than one occasion. It wasn't like they were imposters, they did have valid IDs even though they were under fake identities. It was still better than trying to hack the magically enhanced computer systems or try and do a break and enter. Who knows what type of devilish magical traps awaited amateur thieves or spies looking to make it big.

The lobby of the building was impressive to stay the least. The lobby was four floors high. The tall ceiling loomed over them. One of the main features was a huge dragon carved out of marble. It clutched a pearl in one of its claws. Jessie and Craig trotted across the grand lobby heading towards a service entrance. The place was busy, many different creatures walking in and out, distracted by their phones or carrying shopping. They manoeuvred towards the nondescript door tucked away in a corner. Jessie took his lanyard with a keycard in a plastic pouch from around his neck. He pressed it to a small black box with a red LED light in the centre.

The machine beeped a chime and the LED light flash green. The fox pressed down on the door handle, and the pair entered. Now they were in a maintenance corridor. It was a lot less flashy than the grand lobby, but at least there were out of sight of the masses of workers coming and going even at this late hour. Craig took the lead heading towards the room where he had stashed the bug they were are going to place in the archmage's office.

It was a generic looking maintenance room it had a room number 013. Inside the room was maintenance cart stocked cleaning supplies but the real prize was taped under a table. The wolf retrieved his package prying it out from under the table before placing it on one of the shelves of the cleaning card. He wheeled the cleaning cart out of the room with his fox partner in tow.

Now was the hard part. Infiltrating the less secure parts of the building had been easy. Now they had to penetrate Alistair's apartment, get up to his office plant the bug and get the hell out of there. They passed some more maintenance workers. Now it was Jessie's chance to shine. The fox cast an easy spell. It was a spell designed to make them invisible not so that they would not be seen, but that they would not be remembered, cast from the mind of those who viewed them labelled as unimportant by their mind.

It wasn't something flashy that would draw a lot of attention. While many magic users lived and worked in the tower not many of them worked in maintenance or cleaning. To be able to detect when someone cast a spell you needed at least a little bit magical knowledge. Craig let out a sigh as they rounded the corner. They were out of the woods. Next up was the service elevator. It would take them all the way up to the tower with their current clearance.

Where things get dicey would be when they entered the actual apartment. They hadn't dared sneak inside they had only snooped outside. All they knew was they had the intel that Alastair wasn't home, and there was a lapse in security for just tonight that they could exploit. It made for a nervous elevator ride and on the way up. Jessie had to cast another spell to dissuade some cleaners from entering the elevator, but the rest of the ride was otherwise uneventful.

It was amazing how the fox did his work. All that Craig could perceive was Jessie waving one of his paws and muttering a phrase under his breath. He didn't understand the words, but he knew they were spoken in a magical language that took years of learning to understand and to utilise. Jessie had said it had taken him years just to learn a few mesmerisation spells and become proficient in their use.

The elevator dinged as they reached the floor they were after. The archmage's apartments spanned two floors. It had a service entrance that they were going to use and the main entrance reserved for Alastair himself and his distinguished guests. That's all they had gleaned from their observations. They had no idea of the layout of the interior.

At the service entrance to Alistair's apartment, it was Craig's turn to open the door. There was a moment of truth when he pressed the card over the sensor. The machine chirped happily granting them entry. They entered slowly and tried to act like they were meant to be there. The service entrance came into the kitchen of the apartment. Gleaming stainless steel cooktops and a fridge large enough for a large family greeted them. The cleaning trolly rattled over the slate flooring.

Craig abandoned trolley and opened up his package. The bug was a simple sticker. It was quite deceptive, it had a circuit board printed into it as well as a magical radio that could send a signal from anywhere on the planet to a receiver. All they had to do was stick it down after removing it from its backing, and it would become active. The micro battery had a life of 48 hours from activation.

They had two main options on where to stick it. If they found Astertair's computer, they could stick it under the monitor or under the computer table itself. Craig and Jessie exited the kitchen and walked into a dining room. There was a large table made of mahogany, and it was flanked by twelve chairs. Beautiful paintings lined the walls which themselves were covered in ornate wallpaper. They were not here for a house tour speed was vital.

To the untrained eye, it was merely a room, but surely it was laden with magical traps for people with sticky fingers. The first and last time Craig had ever tried to steal anything from a magic user was on a phone tapping job. He had thrown an address book into his coat pocket in hopes of getting more leads. Well, suffice to say, that was the last of that coat. As they were leaving the property, the address book self-destructed spontaneously catching fire. Craig tossed his coat, and he found himself fortunate that he hadn't put it in his pants pocket; otherwise, he would have been quite burnt.

Jessie tapped on the wolf's shoulder as they passed a particular painting.

"Even I can see that this painting is loaded with magical traps. There's a few on this piece that I don't even know what they do. Whatever you do Craig, do not take anything. Not even a thumbtack or scrap of paper. We leave this place as it is except for our little earwig," said Jessie.

Craig could not tell when an object was enchanted. Perhaps it was just Jessie's keen vulpine eyes. Could they see things that he couldn't? Maybe it was like ultraviolet light out of the visual range but still very much real. He looked down at the fox's tail. It told him the fox's emotional state better than his face. It was hung out at ninety degrees from his body hanging stiffly in the air. Jessie must be confident that we were going to pull it off but not cocky.

The pair exited the dining room entering the main hall. It had a double high ceiling with stairs to the left that led upstairs. That was most likely where their target was. The pair looked around checking that they were alone in the opulent apartment. There was a large lounge area a large TV and various electronic gadgets. A large chandelier hung down from the ceiling made of crystal and polished brass.

Jessie and Craig made their way upstairs. From the looks of it, they had found the office. The door was ajar, so they took a peek inside. The room was dark save for a computer monitor running a screensaver casting a blueish light at the far end of the room. There is a large desk with ornate carvings made of some type of rare timber the surface of the desk was lined with leather in a royal green.

There was a high backed executive style office chair in quilted leather in a deep maroon. The screen was their target or perhaps just put the bug under the table. There were also two smaller chairs in front of the large desk for guests. Craig started to feel the fur on the back of his neck raise up. He usually didn't have this fear on his ordinary jobs, but this was the archmage, Alastair. The pair slowly crossed the room being careful not to even brush against anything that could trigger a magical trap.

As they were halfway across the room, it all went wrong. The door behind Craig and Jessie closed itself, and a loud click sounded as the lock engaged. Some lights in the room turned on lighting up the room in soft, gentle light. What alarmed them the most was happening on the large chair. A purple cloud with bright purple-black spinning lights had appeared in the archmage's chair. The magical smoke twisted and contorted flashing brightly before it began to dissipate.

Craig couldn't help but gasp when he realised there was a cervine sitting in the archmage's chair. The last of the smoke cleared disappearing as fast as it had appeared. Alastair was sitting in his chair! The buck had red markings in different shades covering his body from maroon to a more brighter red colour, his antlers were pure ivory white. He regarded them with amusement if anything.

Craig's head snapped towards Jessie who just let out a whimper. He turned his gaze back towards the archmage. Perhaps there was a chance to fob their way out of the office claiming that there were only here to clean it. Craig found it hard to speak to a creature that could reduce them to ash with her mere click of their hoof tipped fingers.

"Oh, sorry we didn't realise you were in. Should we come back later?" asked Jessie.

Thankfully, Jessie was more switched on than him. Craig doubted he could have gotten any words out.

"Welcome, Jessie and Craig. There's no need to continue your ruse, please take a seat," said Alastair.

Jessie and Craig took a look at each other before they found themselves being levitated into the air. They were gently deposited into the guest chairs. They were leather armchairs upholstered with the same quilted-leather design as the archmage's own. They both dared not speak, the air in the room was filled with a stifling tension. This job was a mistake they should have never taken it on. There were some people you just didn't mess with, and one of them was sitting across the table from them.

"What's the matter? You're acting like you have your hand paws caught in the cookie jar. I was the one who hired you, so you are here because I invited you," said Alastair.

Jessie frantically barked a mesmerising spell in an almost frantic manner. Craig turned towards Alastair daring to look up at his strange pinkish-purple eyes. The cervine was sitting there as confident as you please. Slowly he spoke in the peculiar magical language that Craig could not decipher.

Jessie began to tremble and shake. Jessie's overalls and clothes suddenly disintegrated into Ash. It only took three seconds, but then the ash faded away into nothingness. The fox was left completely and utterly nude. This only lasted for three more seconds before a purple coloured magic smoke engulfed the vulpine. Craig jumped at the sound coming from his partner-in-crime it was an utterly terrifying screech. A morbid vocalisation that was made by a creature knowing that they were about to die.

Death didn't come for Jessie. The purple smoke dissipated and it revealed that the fox had been dressed in very different clothes. Jessie now wore a pink leotard with sleeves that came down to his wrists, and for pants, he was wearing a pair of crisp white tights. The clothes were tailored to his body a perfect cut and fit. Behind him, his tail fur was spiked not from the mage's magic but the pure fear he must be feeling.

Craig was just as terrified and was barely keeping it together. Part of him just wanted to break down and cry. Alastair had complete control in this situation with a few magic words and a wave of his of hoof hand he could do anything to them even the impossible.

"That was bold trying to use some entry-level mesmerising spell on me. I forgive you. I know that was just the actions of a cornered animal lashing out in fear. I do not crave your fear Jessie, let me show you a mesmerising spell of my own creation. It's just something to help you relax and stop you from making another silly move," Alastair said.

Jessie trashed in his chair as if he was being held down. He continued to let out alarmed cries. His tortured voice made Craig recoil. Suddenly the even soft cadence of Alastair's voice cut through the room. Even someone as magical illiterate as Craig could feel the tingle and power of the words as they washed across the room. Their effect on Jessie was immediate. The fox went still. He placed his arms on each armrest of the chair.

Craig could see the erect fur of his tail and head fur slacken returning to their neutral position. The fox was still panting and wide-eyed, but as the archmage continued to speak the strange words, alien sounds that held much power, Jessie began to relax. Craig could see it clearly the fox's tense muscles became slack, his short sharp panting slowed starting to become smooth, conscious breathing, deep steady intake of air through his mouth and a soft exhalation through his nose.

Craig could feel the set of powerful eyes turning towards him. He dared to look up at the archmage their eyes meeting. Craig opened his maw as if to speak, but the only sound which made its way out was a croak. His words dying even before reaching his lips. Alastair did not look angry, and so far he had not raised his voice, yet he still was a terrifying figure. The words that Craig wanted to speak was a plea for mercy to beg this powerful creature to forgive their intrusion.

"As I was saying, I didn't summon you here so I could have creatures that are afraid of me. I save my wrath for those who prey on the weak and venerable of our country. If I wanted to hurt either of you, I would have already so," said Alastair.

Craig leapt up and bolted for the door, but before he made it halfway across the room, he stopped. It wasn't the mage's magic that stopped him; he couldn't bear to leave his friend Jessie behind. Jessie was in a much better state than just moments ago. He was sitting quietly in a somewhat slumped posture, zoning out somewhat. Craig's sudden movement was lost on him.

"You love him don't you?" accused the Mage.

Craig nodded his confession. Could Alastair read minds? Craig still couldn't bring himself to speak. But the archmage's words rang true. In his kind of work, sentimentality was a hindrance often leading to betrayals. Many in the spy game were out just for themselves. If Craig was honest with himself, he had to admit that he couldn't imagine a life without Jessie.

Craig walked across the room and sat back down in the armchair. He held his posture closed and stared down at the floor. Jessie was still breathing softly his eyes unfocused. It wasn't as if they could just walk out anyway. He had a feeling the time for escape had long since passed. It took a few more moments for the wolf to gather himself enough to ask the archmage a question.

"Why do you want us here?" Craig asked.

"Oh yes, I want you both here to help me with a particular proclivity of mine," said Alastair.

"What do you mean?" asked Craig.

The archmage bought one of his hoof hands to his face and turned his gaze away. Craig couldn't help but stare at the reaction it was as if he was embarrassed. A soft contented sigh coming from Jessie drew Craig's attention away from the seemingly embarrassed cervine.

Alastair muttered a few magic phrases under his breath which seemed to make Jessie return from his daydream or whatever it was. The fox soon became lucid still in a much better state than he had been. He looked towards Craig as if to check on him, but besides that, he seemed none the worse for wear only stopping to look down at his new outfit.

"I needed you present as well my silver fox friend. I think it's best that I showed you just what I mean," said Alastair.

The archmage muttered a few more magic words. When Alastair had finished the corners of his muzzle lifted into a somewhat cheeky grin. Both Jessie and Craig looked around trying to decipher what had changed. The buck's glances towards Craig gave the wolf concern. A concern that whatever spell he had cast was cast on him. Craig was soon proven right he was overcome by a sudden need to urinate. He did his best to ignore it. He wondered if it was really the mage's doing or a mundane need that had been suppressed until now.

Craig's need to pee was growing quite rapidly. It was growing unnaturally fast. It had only been about half a minute, and it was already growing worse. Why do this to him? Out of all the spells, the archmage must know. The wolf thoughts were interrupted by his growing urge to piss. If he didn't act fast, he would be taking a tinkle right in his seat.

The wolf pushed aside his embarrassment. "Can I use your toilet? Please, I really need to pee," asked Craig.

This seemed to animate Alastair. A broad cheeky grin covered his muzzle. "It's down the hall to your left," he replied.

Craig got up and walked towards the door, but when he got there, he noticed that the door was now very much fused into the door frame not only that there were no handles or locks present anymore. He turned towards Alastair hoping that he would release his magic from the door.

"It looks like you just have to hold it," said Alastair in a sing-song voice.

Craig could feel the heat of embarrassment rise up to his cheeks. Obviously, this was some game to the Mage. He would have to play along whether he wanted to or not. The feeling in his bladder was getting worse and worse by the moment. As he sat back down. He tried to keep his cool and not show his need, but he couldn't keep his knees from bouncing in place.

"Could you please open the door? I don't know how long I can hold it for," said Craig.

"No doubt you are feeling it, your bladder filling faster than you would like. It's incredible how one little spell and have such a substantial effect," said Alastair.

Jessie leaned in close and said in a harsh whisper, "What has he done to you?"

Craig didn't answer he pressed his legs tightly together and he reached down clamping down around his sheath. It was embarrassing, but it was the only way he could stop himself from flooding his pants then and there.

"Jessie, I haven't harmed your wolf friend. He is just shy about his need to have a tinkle," said Alastair.

"Please unlock the door? I can't hold it much longer!" Craig pleaded.

"It would be embarrassing to have an accident. Grown wolves should know how to keep their pants dry," Alastair teased.

Craig let out a canine whine. As he continued to grip himself tightly, but his urge to pee only continued to grow. The wolf looked around the room trying to find an alternative to wetting himself. It was then he noticed a metal bin; it was the waste paper bin. Surely it could contain the contents of his bladder and not ruin the floor and anger his host.

The wolf launched himself upward and tore off his overalls as he waddled over towards the bin. He wretched his trousers down just in time. He lost control. If he had waited for even a second longer, he would have peed his pants. A full powerful stream of lupine piss arched towards the metal can. There were some papers inside that quickly got drenched by the steady flow.

Craig let out a near orgasmic moan at the sheer relief of it. The flood of piss continued for around the minute. Alastair was unabashedly staring at the display. His muzzle carried a lecherous look, it was becoming evident to the wolf that his relief was Alastair's pleasure. Eventually, the piss stream came to an end, he gave himself two shakes before popping his sheath safely back into his trousers. He didn't bother to put on his overalls again. He just took a seat back in his chair.

Alastair clapped his hand hooves together five times. "That was a fun show," he said.

Craig was glad to be released from his magic-induced need, but the fact that Alastair enjoyed his show so much was cause for concern. The cervine had turned his attention to Jessie.

"Well someone needed to go. Say, Jessie, how is your bladder doing under there?" asked Alastair.

"I-It's fine, I'm fine." stammered Jessie his ears pressing flat atop his head.

"That's good. While your ballerina leotard looks very cute. I think you would find it challenging to take it off in a hurry," said Alastair.

The archmage muttered some magic phrases all the while shooting Jessie a mischievous look. Jessie seemed to grasp what was going on even before Alastair had completed his spell, Jessie stood up and walked over to the metal bin. Craig had to admit the feminine outfit that Alastair had dressed him in was quite attractive. He could see the rump of his partner-in-crime and his foxtail as it swished through the hole located in the back of the garments. It popped through both the leotard and the tights.

Jessie reached up for the back zipper of the leotard. He couldn't pull the crotch of the leotard aside, he had to remove it and the tights. Quickly he zipped it open and opened up the leotard. Craig could see there was an identical leotard underneath, but the fox didn't seem to notice yet. He took off the first leotard, dropping it around his legs before stepping out of it. Next, Jessie removed the pair of tights. Instead of being nude he had a completely identical outfit underneath.

Jessie reached down and ran his hand paws over his clothes not believing what his eyes were seeing. He shot his wolf friend I'm a worried look. Craig turned to see Alistair's devious grin spread across his muzzle.

"What's the matter don't you like your new outfit?" asked Alastair.

Craig watched closely and noted how Jessie shifted his weight from one foot paw to the other. Jessie must be feeling the urge by now.

"It's a lovely outfit. I just w-would like to take it off for a bit. I'll be sure to...," Jessie trailed off. Unable to finish his sentence.

"Well, I think it suits you," said Alastair.

Craig had to agree with Alastair, Jessie's new outfit was very alluring. It showed off his slim almost feminine body, a beautiful body that had the allure of the foxes. Jessie never wore tight fitted clothing. Craig could feel his cheeks warm up as he sneaked a peek at Jessie's crotch. The fabric barely concealed what was under it. Jessie's plump sheath and the outline of his testes betrayed his maleness. Foxes with their deliberate movements and often regal expressions held much appeal.

Jessie unzipped the second leotard. It was apparent he was getting a little more nervous his hand paws were shaking slightly. The fox whimpered noticing that there was yet another layer beneath. He went through the motions of slipping it off his body and sliding his tail out from the tail hole and repeating the process with the second set of tights.

"Is there a reason you suddenly want to disrobe?" asked Alastair.

"I-I would just like a little air is all," Jessie said.

It was getting obvious that his clothing was under a magical spell. Jessie tried to remain calm as he stripped off the third layer, but now he was trembling. The fox's bladder must have been getting even more swollen. Craig started to feel bad for his friend; it was becoming clear that Alastair had no intention of letting the fox remove his clothing. At least he had been offered the option of not wetting his pants.

Jessie quickly stripped out of the third layer of the leotard and tights. As the third set of tights dropped to the floor, Jessie placed a finger in his mouth and bit down. He was getting jittery bouncing from one-foot paw to the next. The fox rushed across the room and pushed at the door. He had the same luck as Craig had in opening it. He looked down at the assorted clothing he had discarded. Craig could tell the fox was getting really desperate.

Despite how futile it seemed he took off another layer. Jessie took much longer to remove the fourth layer. He had stopped at several times to press his thighs together and another time to cross his legs tightly. Jessie wasn't as composed as he had been. Visibly trembling, fighting to remain dry. Craig thought he should just give up and get it over with. After pulling down the tights of the fourth layer, Jessie returned to his seat. He clamped down tightly on his crotch. Not even attempting to hide his need.

"Please don't make me wet myself! You want to watch, I'll piss in the bin if that's what you want to see," Jessie said.

"Jessie, my spell only increased your urge to urinate when you took off a layer of your beautiful ballerina costume. If you had left it on you wouldn't have been affected," said Alistair

"I can hold it, I can hold it," Jessie repeated like a mantra.

"Perhaps you still can, but with such a full bladder it might be hard to maintain your poise. You are missing something... Yes, ballerina shoes. Magic shoes that can bestow on you the art of ballet," said Alistair.

With a few more muttered words Alistair worked more magic. A pair of pastel pink ballerina shoes materialised on his desk. They came alive moving, no they danced across the desk. The danced as if they were being worn by a real ballerina. They leapt down from the desk gracefully looking almost weightless. Dancing towards Jessie's foot paws.

The ballerina shoes danced out towards Jessie's foot paws. The fox wasn't eager to wear enchanted footwear he had placed his foot paws flat to the floor. The ballerina shoes were not deterred by the lack of cooperation. Their thin silky straps snaked under his paw pads and began rubbing and teasing his black paw pads. He resisted for a few moments before he lifted one of his foot paws. One of the shoes pounced like a coiled spring and glided around the bared foot paw. The straps fastened shut in less than a second.

The fox was too preoccupied with holding his bursting bladder to attempt to remove the first ballerina shoe. He whined as the foot paw wearing the first shoe began to have a mind of its own. Jessie's naked foot paw was prodded and rubbed by his other foot paw. The pastel pink ballerina shoe trying to lever, prod or push his other foot paw up off the ground. Jessie was soon forced to offer his other foot paw to last shoe least he wet himself in the struggle. The other ballerina shoe caught Jessie's foot paw. It locked itself around on strapping the silky ribbons around his ankle.

"If you complete a dance performance for us, I'll let you use the amenities. For now, it's time to watch my pretty ballerina fox dance," said Alistair.

Jessie was seemingly back in control of the foot paws. That was until the room was suddenly filled with classical ballet music. Jessie winced as he was apparently dragged to his feet without his control. He whimpered and moaned as he began ballet dancing, lifting his foot paws up and placing his weight on his tiptoes, doing pirouettes, leaps and high kicks in the air. It seemed like Jessie was now just a puppet dancing with moves that only a trained dancer would know.

Jessie grunted and groaned. As his friend danced, Craig could see how much he was fighting to stay dry. Jessie tensed his abs and the muscles around his crotch trying to keep the dam closed. Then came the first leak, Jessie's legs were raised high up in the air in time to the music when a small wet dot appeared where the tip of his sheath must have been. It was like a leak of pre-cum. Craig shook the dirty thought from his mind.

To give the fox credit, he didn't give up. Jessie clamped down and maintained his poise. In the end, what did him in was his second leak. It happened after a leaping move. A two-second jet of piss that was enough to leave a baseball-sized stain marring the crotch his outfit. After only two minutes of resisting the titillating dampness close to his sheath the inevitable happened. The crotch of Jessie's leotard darkened, and a loud hiss could be heard even over the soft music.

Craig didn't know if Jessie could stop dancing as he continued to swish around making moves that would have been impossible without years of training. Uncontrolled streams of fox piss sprayed over the floor and down both his legs. It was spread everywhere by his near continuous movement. He wasn't even given a chance to stop and relieve himself he had to do it on the move dancing for Alistair's pleasure.

After several more moments, it was over the music stopped, and Jessie stood in a provocative dance pose. The expression on his muzzle was forlorn. He must have thought he was smart by attempting to remove his clothes before the buck's magic did a number on his bladder control. All it did was bring about his wet downfall. For his part, Alistair was giving the fox a standing ovation. Clapping his hoof hands together as if he was watching a real ballet performance in the theatre.

Alastair mumbled some more magic phrases. This seemed to clean up Jessie's urine from the floor of his office. It also cleaned up Jessie's outfit making it as dry as moments ago. This seemed to only pick up Jessie spirits a little bit. It was better than soaking in his own musky fox piss, but he had still just pissed himself in front of an audience. Now that the scent of vulpine piss was out of the air Alistair's musk hung firmly in the air. The archmage was getting off on this.

Jessie returned to his chair he shot pleading looks towards Craig, but there was nothing he could do for the fox. They were indeed at the archmage's mercy or lack of thereof.

"So Jessie and Craig. Now that I've shown you some my proclivities how about you consider an offer?" asked the archmage.

Jessie and Craig turned towards the buck.

"For double the amount of money that I offered you to bug my office, you will be pets. Perhaps on a weekly basis. I am not after sex only a pair of submissives to toy with. Like professional subs, not prostitutes." said Alistair.

Jessie and Craig looked at one another. Jessie seemed to be considering the offer as far as the wolf could tell. It was a lot of money more than either of them had ever seen before.

"I would have you in a few bladder desperation scenarios, magical bondage perhaps a few scenes like that dance number. Jessie, I have a few cute girly outfits that I'd like you to model for me," continued Alistair.

"We come as a team," Craig declared. The act of hidden courage coming suddenly to the wolf.

The archmage shot Craig a warm smile.

"Of course. Just because I don't want sex out of this doesn't mean you two can't enjoy each other here. You can drop that "I'm straight" act wolfie. It's not like your foxy doesn't enjoy a man's touch. He is bisexual after all," said the buck.

Jessie chortled.

"What? Do you really think I would have let you into my sanctum without extensively researching both of you? I have a hard enough time fighting off would-be assassins, spies that are backed by completely hostile governments," said Alistair.

Jessie looked towards Craig with a questioning look. The fox had something on his mind, and it might just be about deepening their partnership. That's what Craig's gut told him at least.

"Of course, I can't have you talking about what turns me on, so you'll have your memory partitioned. Partitioned in a way that what goes on here doesn't get remembered outside of my sanctum. It's a standard thing I do with those that work closely to me. Think of it as a binding non-disclosure agreement," said Alastair.

The pair looked at one another. It was a tempting offer. What had happened so far wasn't too bad. Craig guessed that even if they refused some memory tampering would be involved. The archmage's fetishes were not going to be watercooler conversation.

"We accept!" said Jessie.

He turned to Craig.

"We can't keep doing this Craig. This mission has made me realise that we can't keep pushing our luck. I thought Alastair was going to turn me to ash, it's only a matter of time before we take on the wrong job," said Jessie.

The fox was right, so Craig didn't object. He didn't want to lose his fox. He couldn't protect him from magic users. Perhaps this gig would make for a safer lifestyle. The archmage was an influential figure; it could make for an easy life being in his favour.