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Gillwater. A small city that sat on the bank of a large and imposing river, its markets and dukes well known for their versatile imports and exports, delivered predominantly by the water. Though an important 'port' town of sorts, the city itself isn't the focus of our story today. Instead, we will look left, several hundred metres away towards the hill that stands higher than the city itself-- though some might call it mountain. There, on its very tip, sits a small cottage. Inside that cottage lives a monster.

Well, 'monster' would be a very harsh term for the relatively friendly, chubby wizard's apprentice, but a monster he was all the same, at least to the typical folks. Similar in structure to that of an anthropomorphic badger, Rhaphiael Autumn was well-known in the city below as the wizard-in-training to one of the most famous magicians around: Alphonse Nightingale. No-one had expected him to take on such a threatening beast as a disciple, but many had come to know Rhaphiael by name, usually abbreviating him to just 'Rhaph'. His purple fur shimmered in the sunlight and his pristine white chest and belly fur reflected the sun entirely as he stood by the window, overlooking the city beyond. Today, Rhaph had a plan of action.

His master was away on business, for reasons he did not know. Regardless, he had been told to study and 'hold down the fort' until he returned, which suited Rhaph just fine-- with his master away, he had plenty of opportunity to do what he wanted. Moving from the window, the 15 year old chubby badger monster scratched tiredly at the fluffy tuft of fur around his neck, that drifted down towards his chest, and his tail flicked to and fro, it's purple fur shimmer and it's hairless tip wiggling left and right, like a tongue.

In the time that he'd been taught magic, Rhaph had become fixated on two particular spells: 'Find Familiar' and 'Illusionary Dragon'. One was quite unimpressive, whilst the other was awe-inspiring respectively, and anyone who knew of the spells would know which was which. Rhaph was smitten with the Illusionary Dragon, and the small modicum of knowledge he had about spell practices had given him an inkling into creating his own spell. However, it was an arduous process, and by no means cheap. He didn't just need willpower and the magic to boot; he also needed ingredients for a perfect ritual.

With that in mind, the 6 fool tall monster donned a robe that just barely fit around his chubby frame, and he adjusted himself to make sure his usually naked private parts were covered. He had learnt rather quickly that the people in the city didn't take kindly to a naked monster wandering around: he found they were a little more friendlier when he at least attempted to look normal. This would have to do.

Leaving the confines of the small cottage, the teen monster bounded down the hill at an alarming speed. Though he was versatile with magic, that didn't mean he didn't have the limbs and power of a typical monster his age: though chubby, he was fast and strong when he needed to be, and his larger-than-average stamina aided him in his descent down towards the city. After just a couple of minutes of endless bounding, he landed expertly onto the grass beside the main trade route. He hesitated for just a moment, checking himself over one more, before he reached up to adjust the silly wizard hat atop his head, it's pointed end flopped down behind him. He giggled to himself at the thought of what he looked like in it, before his clawed toes met with the cobblestone and he turned onto the main road, making his way into the heart of the city.

He got stares. Of course he got stares-- even those that knew him couldn't help but keep their eyes on him, just to be sure he didn't try anything. Of course, Rhaph was as complacent as any civil creature, especially when he had things to do and wasn't just walking around for the fun of it. From his robe pocket, he pinched a parchment between two long claws and drew it forth, dexterously unfurling it so that he could read what was written down on it, the words scrawled in his own messy handwriting. Before he'd left, he had written down the necessary ingredients for his spell combination ritual: incense, herbs, a few previous gemstones and several oils. Most of these necessities were relatively easy to acquire, and the loose bag of coins he had in his pocket was cover most of them. The gemstones, however, had to be quite precise. He reckoned he might struggle to acquire those with the funds he had.

He stopped at the main market street first, making his way along the many stalls and having multiple people avoid his hulking mass in the process. He inevitably paused at various intervals to look over the wares of each stall, and somehow managed to find the oils, incense and herbs he needed for the ritual, as well as a bit of charcoal to draw an appropriate circle. Many of the owners were quick to offer him a deal to coax him on his merry way, too intimidating by his monstrous look to keep him around for long. They were especially quick whenever he lolled his tongue from his mouth and flicked it around a little. It was perhaps a bad thing to do, but seeing them squirm a bit amused him a little.

The only thing left was the gemstones, but considering the necessary quality needed, he knew he'd have to go to a specialist shop to get them. His journey took him across the city to the outskirts, where he approached a small shack with a dingy sign. It might have looked run-down and uninspiring, but it was the best in the business for magical ingredients-- it kept itself inconspicuous for a reason. Some of those ingredients are incredibly expensive.

As he stepped into the shop, with its creaky floorboards and general musty smell, he cast his gaze towards the far end of the room. There, behind the counter, sat a relatively burly and chubby man-- a canine, to be exactly, with a surly face and simple clothes. He didn't have a hood drawn over his head, but by the way he sat slouched with his elbows on the counter, he certainly looked as if he wanted to hide. He straightened up a bit when he saw the monster enter and then leant back a little further when Rhaph began making his way over.

"I know you," The man spoke, his black and auburn fur looking a little bristled and wary. "Nightingale's kid, right?"

"Apprentice." The monster corrected with a slight hiss, tongue lolling from his mouth for just a second or two, before he retracted it. He shifted on his feet and tapped his claws on the counter, adjusting the bag slung around his body with a simple shrug of his shoulder.

"Right, right...I think you came in here one time. Hard to forget an appearance like that," The canine snorted, before he leant up and folded his arms, shifting in the wooden stool he sat on. "What can I do for you?"

"I need a few gemstones for a magical ritual. Spell crafting ones, if you have them." Rhaph was eloquent and well-spoken, which seemed to surprise the shopkeeper, who quirked his eyebrows and then reached beneath the counter, rummaging around. He grunted, and the monster was briefly confused for a moment, before the canine rose.

"Wait here a moment." He told him, before turning to head into the room behind him, turning the corner. Rhaph heard the audible sounds of things clattering about and being moved, before the man returned with a bag in hand, roughly the side of his stomach. He hauled it onto the table and tilted it to the side, allowing some of its contents to spill out. Gemstones clattered across the wooden counter, in a variety of different colours.

"Which ones do you need?" He asked, and Rhaph frowned, running his claws over the stones. He picked out the ones that reacted the strongest to the presence of mana, and placed them to the side, categorising them. From there, he scooping a few of the clear, white-coloured ones, as the colour of each stone mattered, and the ritual required some neutral ones.

"Alright, so 20 stones...give or take. It's gonna cost you about 30 gold pieces, or so." Once he'd spoken the price, Rhaph knew he didn't quite have the funds to cover it. The money he'd spent earlier had only left him with 20 gold or so left, and that was about as much as his allowance allowed for the most part. The chubby canine seemed to recognise the expression on Rhaph's face and he sighed through his nose, frowning considerably.

"Lemme guess: you don't have the coin?" He grunted, and Rhaph could do nothing but offer an apologetic grin, looking a little sheepish. The monster leant forwards a little, briefly running his eyes up and down the canine's body before meeting his surly gaze.

"Maybe I can offer something else?" Rhaph was a teen, after all, and his hormones were rampant. His master already had a difficult time keeping him restrained, but since he was out and about on his own, Rhaph easily succumbed to his horny instincts. The chubby canine in front of him was rather cute, after all.

The canine's sour face was a clear indication of his rejection, and the monster grimaced slightly, before shifting and parting his robe, just a little, to expose his fluffy, chubby belly. The canine's gaze flicked from his body and back up to the monster's startling green eyes, and Rhaph picked up the canine's subtle movement, the brief faltering in his eyes. He knew he was a little torn, even if it were only a little.

"I'll make it worth your while...I have a tongue that can be put to good use." Rhaph did his best to ply him, though his mind was a little hazy from his own lust. He lolled his tongue a bit, displaying exactly how thick and moist it was, and the canine audibly gulped at the sight. He didn't quite reject him, but he didn't exactly speak, either. Rhaph took that as his cue to go in for the kill, so to speak.

With surprisingly agility, the badget monster heaved himself up onto the wooden counter and slid over the top of it, narrowly avoiding knocking the gemstone bag onto the floor. He landed expertly on the other side of the counter, and he dragged his fluffy tail across the man's body, deliberately tickling under his chin with the hairless tip of his tail, just to tease him.

"I...I don't really wanna do this..." The canine remarked, watching as the monster got onto his knees, shifting the robe enough to expose his entire front, along with his two-toned fluffy balls, the front of them purple and the rest of them white. The hat slipped from atop his head as he became altogether serious, lowering his gaze to the canine's crotch and reaching his clawed hands out. When his claws were mere inches from the man's body, the canine quickly pushed them away, perhaps fearful of how sharp they might be.

"I-I'll do it." The canine stammered out, and he quickly moved, tugging his thumbs into the waistline of his cloth pants and yanking them down, exposing the naked nether's beneath. Rhaph fixated his gaze on the sizable humanoid cock in front of it, the foreskin effortlessly slipped over the canine's pulsing length, already at half-mast. Despite the canine's awkward rejection before, his body was telling an altogether different story.

Rhaph leant forwards, sidling closer and closer until his lips met with the end of the canine's length, and the shopkeeper tensed up every so slightly, his member weakly twitching against Rhaph's muzzle. The monster parted his lips, sliding his moist tongue along the underside of the member and then gently enclosing his lips around it. The canine grimaced and moved his hands to grip onto the sides of his chair for a moment, nervous, before he suddenly relaxed. A moan escaped his lips as he felt the monster's tongue and muscles gently and sweetly suckling on the tip of his cock, expertly gliding across the edge of the humanoid glands and along the underside, grazing the frenulum and making the cock spasm with delight.

The canine could do nothing but quietly groan as Rhaph plunged his head a little deeper, sliding his mouth further and further down until his nose butted with the man's pelvis. The cock was at full mast now, near enough 8 or 9 inches in lench, pulsing warmly in the monster's mouth. Rhaph could taste every quivering inch of that cock and he closed his eyes, relishing it, one of his free hands running down to grope his own crotch. Unlike the canine, he had a much more exotic member that required slightly different coaxing.

"Oh fuck, you're good..." The shopkeeper muttered, breathing harshly through his nose as he reached out and gently touch with the monster's head, a little hesitant. He opened his mouth to speak before closing it again, rolling his head back and tensing up against the monster's muzzle. He gently stroked his hand against Rhaph's head as the monster moved his head up, before bobbing it down, sliding the head of the cock against the roof of his mouth and towards the back of the throat.

He kept up a slow and steady rhythm of suckling, allowing his thick tongue to do most of the work. As he moved his head, he shot his tongue downwards, stroking along the underside of the cock and gauging his strokes by how vividly the member pulsed against his tongue. Rhaph could tell from the canine's slightly strengthening touch and his gentle squirming that he was doing a good job.

After a few minutes or so, Rhaph's suckling and his fervent efforts were beginning to bear fruit, in more ways than one. His own member was at full mast, the prehensile cock twitching against his claws. Not only that, but the canine that panted before him seemed to be getting close. Yet, to Rhaph's surprise, the canine eased the monster off of his rigid length, the veins pumping blood around his turgid length, every inch glistening with spit and pre-cum.

"Do you think you could...turn around?" The shopkeeper asked, and Rhaph knew what he wanted. The monster slowly leant back, getting to his feet and stepping towards the counter. From there, he leant over, resting his elbows on the desk and glancing back at the canine with a cheeky grin plastered on his face. The canine rose, closing the distance between them and standing behind him.

He felt the warmth of the man's body against his own, and felt his hand freely roaming down, tugging up the monster's thick tail to expose his hidden pucker. It took some effort, but the canine's cock eventually slipped in between his cheeks and went searching for its mark, eventually finding the monster's entrance after a minute or so of searching. When he probed the ring with the head of his member, and was satisfied he was in position, the canine curled his arms around the monster's fluffy chest and buried his chin in against the crease between Rhaph's neck and shoulder. He pushed forwards, and in an instant slipped into the teen's behind.

Rhaph let out a quiet grunt, a brief stab of discomfort shooting up his spine, followed by the gentle hum of pleasure that had him quietly purring with delight. The man's arms were warm and gentle, and his thrusts were laboured, stepped with arousal and lust. He felt the canine roll his hip against him, felt every inch of that cock inside of him, and Rhaphs innards instinctively squeezed, clamping down and gripping around every available inch of his cock, massaging it as best he could. The canine's gentle groan was a sure sign he enjoyed that delicate tightness.

The canine began to thrust with a reckless abandon, humping his hips back and forth as the air quickly grew heavy with the sounds of their sex. The shop was inconspicuous enough for them not to be so easily caught, so the man went as hard and as rough as he liked, and the monster was as loud as he pleased, groaning and panting fervently with each pleasurable hump of the man's hips. The length of cock inside him was just right, poking at all the pleasurable points inside of him, including the delightful, sensitive spot within.

The man's harsh grunting and heavy thrusts were indication enough that he probably wouldn't last very long, but that suited Rhaph just time, who was already nearing his own peak. It hadn't taken much to get him going, considering his pubescent hormones and his already erect member, from purely stimulating someone orally before. He didn't even need to touch himself: each time that cock grazed his prostate, he felt himself getting closer and closer, until the pressure was almost unbearable.

"I'm gonna fuckin' nut..." The canine groaned out, closing his eyes and gently shuddering behind the monster as he tightened his grip around him, rocking his hips passionately against Rhaph's behind. The badger monster pushed his purple hips back, rocking them back and forth in time with the canine's own laboured movements. It was as if, in that brief moment, the two of them were in sync.

As the shopkeeper orgasmed, so too did the monster he was fucking. With a shuddering sigh, the canine humped forwards on last time and his cock throbbed powerfully, painting Rhaph's inner walls with his thick, gooey load. At the same time, Rhaph leant his head down low and huffed quietly under his breath as his prehensile member twitched wildly, aching for release. After a few moments, it was granted that way, and thick strings of cum shot fowards, splattering across the hidden shelf behind the counter that customers didn't get to see. Each string and spurt met the shelf at a different angle, until it was covered in a cone of cum, of sorts. The monster sighed blissfully as the canine huffed himself tightly to Rhaph's body, cuddling against him for just a little longer.

After a couple of minutes of gentle caressing and quiet, low breathing, the canine eventually tugged back and slipped himself from the monster's behind, his cock covered in a cocktail of pre-cum, spit, and seed. He staggered backwards, momentarily unable to find his footing, before he manages to sink into his normal seat behind the counter, panting quietly from the physical exertion.

"That...wow. Okay," The chubby man wiped his forehead. "Take the gems, and whatever else you want. Just...phew. Yeah. Don't tell anyone what happened here, okay?"

"Don't worry, I won't tell a soul," The monster purred. "And if you want to have some run another time...then I'm more than happy to do so."

"Yeah, yeah...whatever." The canine still looked out of breath, and Rhaph wondered if he'd tired himself out a little. Though the canine was only middle-aged, the monster teen got the impression he didn't get a lot of action. Rhaph effortlessly vaulted back over the counter and quickly scooped what gems he needed into his bag. He was happy to exchange his 'services' for goods, but he wasn't about the rob the poor guy. He needed this rapport for the future! At least, he thought it might come in handy, for whatever he needed in the future.

With all the ingredients available, the monster teen adjusted himself appropriately and collected his clothes, donning them before he left the building and made his way back home. The robe he'd picked out when he left only covered his body and nothing more, so it had been easy to remove and put back on as he saw fit.

He briskly made his way through the town, before leaving the way he came and bounding his way back up the hill. He couldn't go as fast as he normally did, for fear of losing the ingredients that sat in his bag. If he jumped too high then the gravity would cause all of them to fly out, and he didn't want that. Instead, he kept as a brisk jog. It took him a little under 5 minutes to get back home that way.

He entered the abode to the usual silence he had been accustomed to over the past couple of days. His master was still away, of course, and wouldn't return for a little while yet-- at least, not another 3 days or so. With that, Rhaph had plenty of time to do what he needed to do.

He set it up in the ritual room, a small annex on the west side of the small cottage that barely had enough space for him and his master. There, he used the charcoal to draw out an appropriate ritual circle, placing the gemstones that he refined with a little bit of mana as well as a mixture of the herbs and oil painted around the ritual circle. He placed a concoction of said herb mixture in a bowl in the middle, and put the incense beside it, lighting it with a little bit of magic. With that, the circle was more or less complete. Now he just had to do it.

Before that, however, he wanted a little bit of time to himself. Firstly, he was hungry, so he adjourned to the pantry and ate some food therein, thankful for something to get his energy back up after that rather vigorous trip: his excitement to get down to the city had brutn through some of the energy he'd stored from that morning. After chewing with several slices of bread and an assortment of meats, which were arguably his favourite, he relaxed in the main living room, sitting on a old, rickety wooden chair that was surprisingly comfortable.

He sat there and relaxed quietly, preparing himself for the ritual. A nap wasn't necessary: far from it, in fact. His mind was aflutter with thoughts and emotions, mulling over the thoughts of the ritual. His mind naturally wandered to the events that had transpired roughly an hour ago, and he found himself fixating on the lewd exchange he had gotten himself into. He remember the canine's cock, the length of it, the way it curves subtly to the left, the way it tasted...all of it was so fresh and vivid in his mind. Then again, that was to be expected, considering it happened not too long ago.

He found himself lowering his hand again, tracing his claws down to his plump sheath and ample balls. He gently rocked and moved his package, groaning to himself as he remember the way it twitched and throbbed in his mouth, what a delight it was to taste. He reminisced on how the shopkeeper clutched his hand, gripped him so firmly and groaned his approval as Rhaph's movements.

And the sex...Oh, the sex! It was blissful, more than Rhaph could ever hope for. Just the mere thought of it alone had stirred the monster's loins, causing him to slowly harden from the stimulation of his imagination as well as his exploring claws. After a few moments, his cock was at full mast and his loins were aching for another round. He couldn't resist.

He danced his claws over his prehensile cock, dragging them up and down as the tapering length twitched eagerly against his touch. It was easy for him to pleasure himself, since he could twist his cock this way and that, regardless of where his claws touched. He slowly rocked his hips up against his own hand, sticking out his tongue and quietly panting to himself as he sunk deeper and deeper down into his memories.

He imagined the way he thrust, the heavy breathing, the carnal grunts. He imagined the scent of the air, the humidity that wafted around him, the wet sounds of their sex. He wanted nothing more than to feel it again, but it could wait for another time. For now, he stroked, lavishly jerking himself off until the pre-cum soaked his claws and cock, making each movement sticky. He huffed and gasped, arching his back and a growl ripped through him, the frustration of needing to bust reaching its peak.

Faster and faster he stroked, until his mind was a blur, overwhelmed with the desire to masturbate, to cum, to release. Before he new it, a groan escaped his lips and he was climaxing, liquids spurting forth and landing in a mixture of strings and globs on the wooden floorboards. He shifted in the rickety seat, claws digging against the wood as his cock violently throbbed and the ecstasy washed over him. He sighed, lidding his eyes over. That was... too much.

He heaved himself forwards and quickly came to his senses, realising he got ahead of himself. He looked down at the stains on the floor and grimaced, inevitably deciding to clean them up later. Instead, he drew his attention to the door on the far side, where the ritual circle lay beyond. With his mind clear, he sucked in a breath and crossed the room, clothes discarded, and stepped through the door.

Crouching down, the badger monster put his hands to the circle and channelled himself. he pushed the mana into the circle and spread it across the area, sinking his signature into the spell he was casting. First, he cast the Find Familiar spell, but he didn't let it form. When he cast the Illusionary Dragon spell and let the two meld together, crossing over one-another until they became one. It was working. He had no idea how, but it was working.

But something wasn't right. An outlier. A fault. He realised it before it was too late. On his hand lay a strand of seed, a remnant of his lust, his hormones. Before he could stop it, the seed had been absorbed into the summoning circle, used as an ingredient for the spell. It began to grow wildly out of control, growing steadily more and more powerful with each passing second.

Rhaph tried desperately to keep it under control, but the Mana was overflowing and becoming too much. It grew out of control and the resulting fallout knocked him back against the wall. The room shimmered with the intense aura of magic and power and Rhaph could do nothing but shield himself as best as he could from the blast. He felt the explosion, and felt shards of wood spray around him. Luckily, he'd shielded himself just in time.

By the time the dust had cleared and he'd opened his eyes, Rhaph was met with nothing with a deep silence. The entire ritual room, and half of the cottage, was practically blown to bits, and the ritual circle was destroyed. Yet, whatever he had created with the spell was...missing. Gone. He didn't know what had happened.

Then, he heard a thud, though it was more akin to a meaty whack, from behind him. Slowly, he turned his head, looking out the corner of his eye to see a tall, monstrous creature.

Oh fuck. What had he done?