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This is a work of male homosexual pornography, involving a fictional species from Square Enix's Final Fantasy Ivalice Alliance series. If you are not of legal age in your respective area, or such material offends you, please do not read. The author claims no ownership, legal or intellectual, over the setting or species discussed. The author does claim copyright, however, for his own specific invented characters and the story itself.

For those unfamiliar with the nu mou, here are a few images of them, all of them copyright to their original artists:

http://www.creativeuncut.com/gallery-01/ffta-nu-mou.html

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Please note that each of these artists have interpreted the details of these species in their own ways. I have used my own interpretation, based on original game artwork and several features from each of these artists' interpreation.

Started: Monday, January 18, 2010, 14:29

Music: Everything Must Go - The Weakerthans

A dull sound rang out as Mathias rapped on the door, his soft-skinned knuckles stinging a bit on the sharp contact. He pulled his hand back, shaking it out and glancing at the skin momentarily, before shifting his eyes to look up and down the long hallway again. A moogle, walking by, glanced curiously at him, tilting his conical hat's brim back so he could take a closer look at him. Mathias simply gave a terse nod, which the moogle returned, shrugging and continuing on his way. Mathias couldn't really blame him; humes weren't exactly common to see wandering through the halls of the Time wing in Cadoan's great University Arcana. The marble floors were normally graced almost exclusively by the practitioners of said magic; the most powerful and most disciplined nu mou and moogle spellcasters.

Even moreso, his attire made him stand out from the other few spellcasters he had met since entering this section of the university. His long blue robe, unbuttoned beneath his waist to give his legs room to walk, along with the black shirt and breeches and dull yellow pointed hat he wore marked him as a simple Black mage. Most of the mages here had long since mastered all the spells of his chosen concentration, and moved on to much greater things.

Which was precisely why he was here, Mathias reminded himself, biting his lip and returning his attention to the heavy oaken door. He tapped his foot a couple times on the floor, the action visible through his long, pale blue robes, but no answer came. Gritting his teeth, he reached out, and knocked his knuckles against the hard wood a second time, just beneath the nameplate identifying the office as belonging to "Master Cantor."

The young, brown-haired man waited a few more moments for a response, the tapping of his sandaled foot now audible, before reaching forward again. Before he had even placed his hand against the door, though, a deep, amused voice called out, muffled through the door, "It is open, you know, and the handle was quite operational when I tried it this morning."

Mathias jumped a bit in surprise, instantly dropping his hand to his side. He glanced up and down the hallway again, at a loss for what to do. His professors in the lower levels of the university had imposed on he and his year mates time and time again to always wait for a mage instructor to open the door for you. One of his classmates still had burn marks across the left side of his face from the one time he had forgotten this cardinal rule.

"Well, are you coming in? Or have you never used a handle before? You simply turn it; counter-clockwise, mind you."

The hume slumped a bit, letting out a mental sigh. Well, any hope he'd had of making an impressive entrance was officially dispelled. If the spellcaster on the other side of the door was trying to bait him in the hopes of blasting away a young mage, Mathias would be ready for him. He was no stranger to magical combat, and he could hold his own fine enough. Taking a deep breath, he reached forward, and turned the golden handle, making sure to go counter-clockwise on the first try. He didn't want to make himself look like even more of an imbecile than he already had.

He pushed the door open, and peeked his head in, a small list of spells readied in his head just in case. When he wasn't immediately assaulted by a mass of electricity or a jagged spire of ice, he relaxed and walked the rest of the way into the office. Inside, a nu mou sat bent over a desk, a chocobo feather quill clamped in his hand and scribbling along a roll of parchment. He didn't look up or show any outward sign of having noticed the hume entering, so Mathias took a step into the room, and closed the door behind him before facing the nu mou again, waiting respectfully for the mage to speak.

As Mathias waited, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander about the room, taking it in. It was an average sized office; cooled by marble like most of this area of the university. The desk took up much of the space; a large, walnut affair that was cluttered with ancient tomes, scrolls in varying levels of use, and empty inkbottles. An entire wall of the room was covered in three big bookcases, each one loaded down with more scrolls and books. Mathias was surprised to see just how cluttered and unorganised the office was, and even more so by how cracked and beaten up many of the books looked. Most of his former professors' books had been in pristine condition, and alphabetically ordered on their shelves. These books looked more like Cantor had simply tossed them wherever they would fit and left them there.

Much of the rest of the room was what one would expect of a mage professor's office. There was a rack with several cloaks and robes on the same wall as the door. The only odd thing about these, by Mathias's reckoning, was the almost complete lack of any kind of ceremonial dress wear. The robes hanging at the rack were mainly either travelling cloaks or obviously enchanted battle robes. As well, several rods were propped right by the door, most of them battle worn and stained with dirt from the road.

While looking at the room, Mathias had almost forgotten about the nu mou at the desk. Thus, he actually jumped a bit when he heard that deep voice speak again, the amusement still apparent: "Well, are you going to introduce yourself, or do you intend to ogle my equipment all day?"

The hume jumped a bit, turning to face the nu mou and bobbing his head quickly. "Yes sir. My name is Mathias Redthorne. I was sent here to meet with Master Cantor?"

"Ah, how lucky for you," the mage nodded sagely, finally standing up from his desk. "I am Cantor, so you have succeeded in finding me. Now, what was it you wished to discuss with me?"

The hume had to think about that one. He was well aware of what he wanted to speak to the mage about, but it was more a matter of how to phrase it. His request wasn't an unusual one in itself, but it certainly was unusual in who it was coming from. Cantor, clearly noticing his hesitance, cleared his throat impatiently.

"Well? Speak up, boy!"

Mathias swallowed, then said, "I was informed that you were without an apprentice, sir."

"That is certainly true. What of it?"

The hume could tell that the nu mou was losing patience, so he decided that he may as well just up and say it. Mathias was essentially placing all his hopes on Cantor, and if the nu mou turned him down, Mathias would have to come up with some sort of new plan for his life. It was now or never.

"With respect, sir, I ask that you consider myself as an apprentice, and teach me the ways of Time magic."

The nu mou made no visible reaction at first, which was a good sign. Most of the other people he had spoken to about this sort of thing had laughed at him outright; and, in all fairness, they had every right to do so. In all of history, there had never been a hume Time mage. This was not due to lack of trying; there were many points in recorded history when individuals had attempted to learn magic not normally associated with their own race. None of these had met with any success, though. Much like how the viera couldn't grasp the raw emotion and chaotic energies required to cast Black magic, humes lacked the natural affinity for magic or chaos that allowed nu mou and moogles to harness their energies to the point of being able to control time.

Cantor was looking Mathias up and down carefully, obviously judging him. Mathias, in turn, was taking this chance to give the nu mou a once over. He was very much an average example of his race; short stature, smooth, thin grey scales, and a donkey-like muzzle. His long ears drooped down on either side of his heavy head, not quite reaching the proud belly that was typical of all nu mou. The one remarkable thing about this nu mou, though, was his eyes' bright green colour. They were a shade and a brilliance that instantly caught the eye, drawing all of the attention to focus solely on them while the nu mou spoke.

"Well... so you do have something interesting to say." The mage eyed him, and despite his nervousness, Mathias was pleased to see the approval on the mage's face. Cantor nodded a bit, grinning as he looked the hume up and down. "Yes, certainly a lot more interesting than I was expecting. Pray tell, how did you get my name?"

"I asked Master Poincare if it would be possible for me to learn Time magic," Mathias explained. He paused for a moment, then went on, "He suggested that I ask you."

The perceptive nu mou nodded, adding, "After a long bout of raucous laughter, I would assume?" The hume inclined his head, blushing, and the nu mou nodded, sighing. "I always hated that crotchety old bastard."

Mathias's eyes widened, and he actually wheezed a bit upon hearing those words. He'd never heard anybody insult one of the university's masters openly. Certainly, many people thought it, and it was well understood that the ancient master of Black magic at the university was a well-hated individual, but nobody said it aloud. Cantor, however, went on as if nothing had happened.

"Well, you must understand, it is not a normal request, and even if you were of a more convenient race, I would not undertake a matter such as this lightly. First, I shall need to go and find some more information on you..." The nu mou gave him a very appraising look. The intensity of the mage's eyes forced the hume to take a step back. There was something about that expression... it made Mathias feel uncomfortable. As though Cantor were literally weighing him up like a piece of meat. "Would you mind waiting here until I return?"

"Of course not, sir," Mathias said quickly, snapping himself out of his reverie. The nu mou gave a crooked grin, then stepped around the table, walking by the hume on his way to the door. Mathias had to bite his lip as it seemed that the nu mou passed a bit closer than necessary, and he jumped when he felt the mage's hand brush, accidentally he hoped, over the seat of his pants. The hume remained there, rigid, trying not to look like he'd noticed. So, he didn't see when the nu mou reached over and ran a hand along one of the rods by the door as he left. A red gem at the tip of the rod throbbed for a moment with a very pale light, and then Cantor was gone, the door closing behind him.

Mathias took a few deep breaths now that he was at last by himself. He actually had to step over to the table and rest a hand against it to steady himself. He hadn't laughed. Cantor hadn't laughed at his question. He hadn't exactly said yes, but he hadn't said no, and that was just as good for Mathias!

The hume paced back and forth across the room several times, thinking over the circumstances that had led him here. For as long as he could remember, Black magic had come naturally to him. Every time he reached for that chaotic energy, it bent to his will with as little effort as it took him to move his fingers. Many of his professors had been astounded by the hume's quick learning and natural skill in all of the spells they threw at him. His skill was so great that he could even overpower the sheer chaotic energy of the next strongest moogle his age, and outlast the nu mou with the next most extensive magical reserves. It was extremely rare for a hume to be able to outdo either race in either of those areas, with their simple, middle of the road abilities.

The hume took a few more deep breaths, reaching up to tug at the collar of his blue robes. When had it gotten so hot in here? He must be more excited than he'd thought; it was even getting hard for him to breathe. He glanced about the room, and saw that the chair behind the professor's desk was the only place to sit in the room. Without hesitating, he walked over, unbuttoning and draping his robe over the back of the chair before taking a seat. He was breathing heavily as he leaned back in the comfy thing, wearing just his black clothing and his hat, now. He was confused for a moment; he normally would never have been so forward in a professor's office, especially while said professor wasn't there. He considered it for a bit, but decided to brush it off. It was probably just because of his relief about not being dismissed outright, or maybe Cantor's odd behaviour was rubbing off on him.

He leaned back in the chair, sprawling out a bit. The next natural step for him to take, when he had finally been recognized as being advanced enough in the practise of Black magic, had been illusory magic. It was what most humes chose to specialize in, as it used much of the same training that Black magic required. However, that wasn't enough for Mathias. Illusionists inevitably ended up hanging around in the back during battles, which was something that he couldn't stand. Mathias wanted to be out there, using his magic and seeing its effects paying off. Not to mention, he hoped that the complexity and precision of Time magic would give him the challenge that he had long been searching for.

Mathias fidgeted a bit in the chair, then finally stood up, beginning to pace again. The feeling of restlessness was growing stronger, filling his veins with an odd, fiery energy. He reached down, and popped the first few buttons in his shirt, trying to let off some of the heat he was feeling. What had happened to the chill air from all of the marble? He could feel the slight dampness in his clothes from the sweat building on his skin, and he sighed a bit in annoyance. He had wanted to look as good as possible for his interview with Master Cantor; now he looked as though he'd just gotten back from a particularly strenuous training session.

The hume let his hands drag down from his opened his buttons, grimacing at the feeling of the sweat all over his shirt. As he reached the button of his breeches, though, he stopped abruptly, his breath catching in his throat. There was a rather obvious bulge showing in the front of his crotch, previously unnoticed in Mathias's excitement over Cantor's words. He bit his lip, and let his fingers drift lower, finally rubbing over the firm heat between his legs. He had to bite back a groan. Even through the fabric, his member felt electric. It was so much more sensitive than normal!

He glanced around quickly, still biting down on his lip. Cantor would be gone for at least a few minutes trying to find his records. How long had it been since he'd left? He had no idea. His thoughts were sluggish in their attempts to decide how long he'd been waiting. They were too focused on the pulsing heat in his loins.

Mathias's fingers had already popped the button on his breeches before he realized what he was doing. He glanced down in surprise when he felt the pressure holding his member flush against his skin lessen slightly. He stared at the sight of the bulge in the front of his plain white undergarments. It was so inviting... it would be so easy to just grab hold of it, and rub one out before Cantor returned... just once...

"No!" he stammered, pulling his hands away from his crotch as though burned. He shook his head, and then, with a great force of will, he did his pants back up. He rubbed the back of his hand against his forehead, and was surprised to find it slick with his sweat when he pulled it back. He stared at the perspiration, then shook his head, and wiped it off on the side of his pants. There was still that odd, pulsing heat in his loins, and his attention was slowly being drawn down to it.

Sucking in a deep breath, he decided to instead walk over and look at Cantor's books. He stepped over to the disorganised bookcase, and mechanically began reading through the titles, not really paying attention to any of them. As he read, he completely missed one staff by the door, the one that Cantor had touched on his way out, letting out another pulse of red light. It was slightly stronger this time, and lasted a few moments longer before extinguishing.

As he read through the book titles, Mathias found his thoughts drifting inevitably back to that odd touch against his rump that Cantor had made on his way out. Had it been just an accident? All of a sudden, he wasn't sure. When it had first happened, he had assumed that that was the only possibility. Why would a great master of Time magic do something so... forward? Especially with just a lowly student of Black magic? Maybe Mathias had only been thinking that way because he hadn't wanted to consider the alternative. The idea of such attention from a male...

Then again... as he thought about it now... from Cantor it might not be so bad. He hadn't gotten a very good look at the nu mou, but his mind started filling in the details he'd missed. That stout, four foot frame, hunched over with a dignified delicacy. The soft curve of his snowy white skin, bearing just enough weight to fill out those elegant robes. He groaned, and licked his lips, regretting now that he hadn't turned around to watch Cantor leaving, so that he could have gotten a view of the nu mou's rump as he was walking...

Before he knew what he was doing, he had again unbuttoned his breeches, and was slipping his hand under his waistband to grab hold of his aching member. A groan sounded from deep in his chest at the touch, his member feeling like it might erupt right then and there. Why was he so sensitive? He'd never felt like this before... it was what he imagined actual sex was like. He drew out his groan, and brought his other hand up, pulling at the hem of his shirt as he started gliding the hand on his member down. He had to expose more skin, to let that scalding heat dissipate from him. He had raised the fabric up over his trim belly and was just beginning to pull his hand back up over his shaft when the door abruptly opened.

Mathias froze, and jerked his head over to watch as Cantor stepped inside, a few sheets of parchment tucked under his elbow. He glanced over at the hume, nodded casually, and closed the door, walking over to his desk. He passed around the side on which Mathias was frozen, staring, and was forced to brush past the hume's back as he did so. Mathias felt a shiver go up his spine at the contact, and then a sharp yelp escaped his throat as the nu mou placed his hand squarely on his rump. There was no subtlety this time, no attempt to make it look like a mistake. Not that the situation, and his current pose really warranted any, Mathias thought with a blush.

Cantor let his eyes scan over the boy's body, not even trying to hide his inspection. Finally, he brought them up to gaze into Mathias's eyes, and he said, cocking an eyebrow, "Well, would you like to take a seat? We have matters to discuss. And I think you'll want this plopped somewhere steady when you hear my proposition."

He accentuated his words by giving the cheek he was holding onto a sharp squeeze. A full body shiver passed through Mathias, and he barely managed to hold in a whimper. Not saying another word, the nu mou released the younger mage, and then stepped around his desk to take a seat and deposit his scrolls.

It took a moment before Mathias actually moved. He jumped, and then tugged his hand out of his pants. Normally, he would've been flaccid by this point from embarrassment, but not this time. He was still raging hard as he reached down to button the breeches back up.

"Oh, you can leave those undone," Cantor's voice interrupted him, and the words brought a small twinge to Mathias's member. There was a smug, predatory look on the nu mou's face as he went on. "It'll just slow things down, later."

The hume ducked his head slightly, and then limped awkwardly over to the chair facing Cantor's desk, needlessly trying to conceal his erection. He sat down heavily, and tried to slump in the seat to further hide his arousal. Normally, for such an important discussion, he would have tried sitting up straighter and presenting a good posture. However, thus far, his encounter with Cantor had been anything but normal.

The nu mou smirked a bit, seeing the hume so off-guard and uncomfortable. He didn't comment, though, and instead picked up one of the sheets of parchment he'd brought with him. He pulled a small pair of reading spectacles out of one of the pockets in his robe, and put them on his face, before glancing over the document.

"Top of your class in black magic since you entered into training," Cantor began. Mathias was barely listening; he was too distracted by the pulsing heat in the front of his breeches. "Your instructors can't seem to compliment you enough. Nearly prodigious natural skill at controlling magical energy... learns complex spells with remarkable speed... has a knack for improvisation in combat situations... could overpower and outlast celebrated fourth year students by the end of your first year..." The nu mou put that paper down, and lifted another gingerly, scanning over it. "As well, you seem to have volunteered for a number of positions in the field, involving travel and actual combat situations."

Cantor fell silent as he kept reading, occasionally muttering another detail or two from the file. Mathias was too busy flexing his fingers on his chair's armrest, trying not to think about how aroused he felt. It was torturous. Looking down, he was met with that bulging reminder of his erotic desires. If he looked up, his eyes were inevitably drawn to Cantor, which only increased his arousal. He wasn't sure what it was about the nu mou; he hadn't really paid any close attention to the mage's appearance when he'd first seen him. Now, though, just looking at him made his mouth water and his member pulse uncomfortably. Whether it was that extra layer of fatty padding that all nu mou wore, or the way those long, slender fingers stroked his chin thoughtfully... Or maybe those long, thick strands of hair that hung down his back. He wasn't sure why, but every detail filled him with that uncomfortable, but not unwelcome heat.

Abruptly, Mathias realized that the room was silent, and Cantor was looking at him. The hume blinked, and suddenly understood that the nu mou had asked him a question. He stammered, then said, "I'm sorry, I missed what you said, sir."

Cantor's smirk widened, and he cocked an eyebrow at the hume. "I'm sure you did. I was just saying that you're precisely the kind of student I would like to teach. I myself do extensive fieldwork, so I need a student that is willing to travel and get... physical. However, the calibre of my work also requires a level of magical skill that most students don't possess. In fact, I've been testing your ability to resist magical effects since you entered my office, and I must say that I'm very impressed."

"What?" Mathias stammered, surprised by the last remark. He was still only half-listening. Normally, having a spellcaster of Cantor's skill and reputation heap such praise on him would have caused a great stirring in his chest. At current, though, he was somewhat distracted by a stirring in another part of his bod. Still, the mention of the testing had caught his attention. "What do you mean?"

"I'm certain you've noticed an odd... urging since I left the room," Cantor said, nodding meaningfully at the obvious bulge in the hume's crotch. Ignoring the hume's blush, he went on. "As I left, I activated a ward all across this room. One of my own creation, actually; an interesting little variation on a charm spell. It's designed to bring the more primal urges of anybody affected to the fore. Quite the useful little spell, really."

"You're... you're charming me?" Mathias demanded, leaning forward in his chair. He was going to go on, but he had to pause to bite off a moan as the leaning action rubbed his arousal against the fabric on his crotch.

"Well, trying to, at least," Cantor said, perfectly casually. "Normally, within a minute of me activating that charm, any visitors either excuse themselves to visit the privy, or they just drop their pants and deal with it right then and there in front of me. You, however, have been holding out for over ten minutes now. I even had my staff give you a second dose, and you're only just beginning to crack. Truly remarkable."

"You use this charm on students?" Mathias stammered. He was having trouble keeping up, distracted as he was. Oddly, though, knowing that the great mage was impressed with him made his arousal flex even harder against his pants.

"Oh, on students, staff, other masters..." Cantor grinned, and nodded at his desk. "When I used it on you Master Poincare, I had barely even activated it before his robes were on the floor and he was bending over this very desk, begging me for some relief. Oh yes," he said to the hume's surprised look, "I was just as surprised as you are to learn of Poincare's... preferences. Either way, back to the subject at hand. You wish to learn the ways of Time magic from me?"

Mathias nodded vigorously, focusing on the question in an attempt to dispel the oddly alluring image in his mind of Master Poincare bending over the desk, lifting that furry orange tail out of the way of his... he shook his head hard, and stuttered out, "Y-yes sir."

"Well, I would like to teach you Time magic, and I feel that I could very well do it. However, even I can't change the fact that it is impossible for a hume to learn Time magic."

For once, Mathias felt his arousal lessen slightly at the disappointment. "But if I can't learn Time magic, how can you feel that you could-"

"Ah ah ah," Cantor interrupted, holding up a hand. "Never did I say that you couldn't learn Time magic. Only that a hume couldn't." The nu mou stood up from his chair, then, and began stepping around the desk. "So, logically..."

It took Mathias a few moments to understand what the mage was implying. Of course, it took a bit longer due to Mathias being distracted by watching the nu mou walk, and admiring that body. When he did understand, though, he felt himself jump in his chair, and he stared at Cantor. "Wait... you're not suggesting..."

His voice caught in his throat as Cantor stepped in, uncomfortably close to the seated hume, then reached out and touched his fingers against the exposed section of Mathias's chest, between the open buttons. His touch felt electric on his lightly tanned skin, and as it ran down, over his black shirt to squeeze at his slim stomach.

"You could do to be a bit paler... and perhaps with a bit more meat on those bones," Cantor said, leaving no doubt in Mathias's mind as to what he was implying. The hume was frozen to his seat, his mind somehow managing to go into overdrive despite the distracting feeling of Cantor's touch. The nu mou went on quietly. "I can do it. Time magic is the bending of time and space; it's remarkable what you can accomplish with that ability."

"I... I couldn't... I mean, I don't want to..." he stopped his stammering to shiver as Cantor brought his other hand up to cup the hume's cheek.

"Oh, I think you do want to. I've seen the way you've been looking at me since I came back into the room." Mathias opened his mouth to protest, but Cantor touched a finger to his lips, quieting him instantly. "You think it's the effect of the charm? Well, perhaps in part. But know this: the charm doesn't implant any new desires. It simply enhances desires that are already in place. Somewhere in you, you envy nu mous. You respect our natural ability with magic, and wish you too could have it... isn't that right?"

Mathias was shaking his head, but in his mind, as he thought about the words, they made sense. Some of his earliest memories were of going to watch the public mage duels, and always being astounded by the incredible skill and raw power that the nu mous could call up. In many ways, they had been his inspiration for wanting to study magic, and even further, for wanting to study Time magic.

Abruptly, Mathias realized he had stopped shaking his head, and was instead just staring up at the nu mou standing before him. He opened his mouth to answer Cantor, but found that he couldn't come up with an answer; his voice came out in a few cut off gasps, but there wasn't a word to say.

Cantor nodded, then pulled his hands away from the hume's facae. He leaned back against his desk, so that his hips were pushed slightly forward. "I understand. I'll make it easy for you, though. That lust that the charm gave you won't dissipate on its own; you'll have to work it off in a slightly more conventional way. So, if you don't want this, you can leave now, and go use the privy. I'll think no less of you. If you are serious about learning Time magic, though..." The nu mou reached down, and parted his robes. Like many nu mou, he wore no pants beneath his robes; simply a long, white shirt that hung down past his knees. He lifted this shirt up, and Mathias nearly came as he saw the mage's erect member, only a foot from his face.

It sat nestled in a small patch of pubic fur, the same consistency and orange colour as the fur on his tail. The member itself appeared to have no foreskin, and its thick head had a sharply pointed tip. While it was shorter than an average hume penis in length, it was proportionally much longer when compared to the nu mou's height. As well, it had a much greater girth, looking to have about twice the diameter of a hume shaft. As it stood up, fully erect, a heavy, male scent wafted into Mathias's nose. Normally, Mathias would have been repulsed by the smell, but right now, it was calling to him, making his mouth water and his member twitch uncomfortably.

"If you are serious about learning from me," Cantor repeated, Mathias barely hearing the words past his enrapturement, "then I think you know what you ought to do."

For several long seconds, neither of them moved. With the ultimatum left out on the table, Mathias hesitated, and tried to consider the pros and the cons of the situation. For whatever reason, though, his normally very sharp and logical mind felt fuzzy and slow. Whenever he tired to think of something else, he would catch another whiff of that masculine smell. He found himself instead thinking of how the shaft would feel in his mouth... how it would taste... how much stronger the smell would be with his nose nestled in that pubic fur...

Maybe... maybe if he just gave it a try, just to satisfy his curiosity, he would be able to think straight again. Blinking a bit, he leaned forward, feeling that smell grow stronger with each inch of distance he covered between himself and the member. His mouth was watering furiously now, so that he had to swallow every couple seconds. He guided his hand up, and wrapped his fingers around the shaft. Cantor shivered from the touch, and his member twitched in the hume's grip.

Then, slowly, ever so slowly, Mathias let his tongue out, and he hesitantly dragged its surface once over the pointed head's underbelly. He felt intense heat on his tongue where it touched, and he could just taste that odd cocktail of sweat and male pleasure dancing along the flesh. He felt the soft trembling and tensing of the flesh, and the sensation made him squirm with desire.

He blinked as, suddenly, he felt a pair of hands with long, slender fingers lie across the top of his head. He glanced upwards slightly, the very tip of the shaft still lying on his tongue, pulsing. Cantor was looking down at him, a pleased look on his face. He rubbed his fingers through the hume's short brown hair and murmured, "Go on. Enjoy yourself."

He placed the slightest of pressure on the back of Mathias' head, and gradually, the hume felt himself leaning forward further. The tip of the shaft glided up over the surface of his tongue, spreading its taste across the organ, and then, suddenly, the point was past his lips. Mathias's eyes widened as he felt it slip slightly further, and then its girth was pressing between his upper lip and his tongue. He didn't present any resistance as it gradually pushed its way through, forcing his mouth wider, and then the head was fully in his mouth.

Cantor stopped his pressure then, and simply stroked the top of the hume's head, shivering occasionally in pleasure. Mathias was too stunned to do anything for the first few seconds. He could feel that large, pulsing warmth resting on his tongue, just inside mouth. His upper lip was draped across the top, more due to his own slack-jawed surprise than any active participation on his part.

A nu mou's dick was in his mouth. He was leaning forward into a nu mou's lap, and he had the head of the mage's dick in his mouth. The shock of it ran through the hume all at once. He'd never really thought about sex before, too focused as he was on his studies. And now, quite abruptly, he was giving a blowjob. To a male. To a male nu mou. To a male nu mou who also happened to be a master at the academy.

His brain froze up with that realization, and he began pulling off instinctively. Even as he did, though, he felt the warm flesh gliding across his tongue and past his lip. It was odd... filled with a heady scent, and an understated but attractive taste. And then, even as he felt the tip reaching his lips, he pulled his tongue back in, and bobbed his head back forward, wrapping both lips around the shaft.

He groaned this time as the member entered him, filling his mouth with that odd, radiating warmth. He suddenly became aware of just how hard he, too, was, but he was too focused on the feeling of the nu mou's member pressing past his lips to pay attention. He brought it in further this time, going down maybe two inches along the length until it was just beginning to feel uncomfortable. He pulled off, this time tensing his lips and adding suction. He felt the nu mou above him tense at the motion, and a thrill of erotic excitement ran through him.

As he began bending forward again, he felt himself slip out of the chair he had been seated in. He managed to keep his head mostly steady, and then his knees hit the floor, and he was kneeling in front of the nu mou. The new position made it easier for him to make that leaning, bobbing motion, and so he picked up his pace. He was now rocking forward and back, that member spreading his lips open again and again.

As he went, he worked on trying to get the shaft to slip further inside of his mouth. It was a difficult thing; the nu mou's girth added to the discomfort, and the hume was somewhat thankful that Cantor was only about four inches. Soon, he was managing to get three inches in with each bob, and his own fast learning filled him with an odd sense of pride. That sensation of slick, throbbing flesh passing in and out of his mouth was quite unlike anything he'd experienced before.

Then, much to his surprise, he felt Cantor's hands on his head tensing, writhing a bit on his scalp. He glanced up, stopping his movements with the nu mou's member halfway into his mouth. Cantor was panting hard, his eyes half-lidded. There was the smallest bit of sweat showing through his lighter under robe. Finally, he glanced down at Mathias.

"This is the... the point of no return. Only keep going if you're sure about... about this..."

Mathias, knowing that it was a major decision, tried to think about it. He really did. As soon as he did, though, something in his head screamed at him that he'd thought enough already, and that it was now time for action. And, so, the hume simply leaned forward a bit more, and placed his hands on the ground, arching his back to push out his rump while keeping his mouth at the nu mou's slick cock. Then, he closed his eyes, and drove himself forward.

The member slipped in, to the three inch mark he'd reached, and then kept going. He breathed hard through his nose, and whimpered as he forced his throat muscles to obey. The head of the shaft pressed deep, and lodged itself just past the back of his mouth, and into his throat. He trembled with the effort of holding himself there, but for all the difficulty it felt... good. Very good.

He felt Cantor's hands turn to vices on the top of his head, and the old nu mou grunted. "Well, then, if that's what you choose..."

He felt the member twitch again in his throat, and then the slightest bit of warm liquid started leaking from the tip. He groaned, sending vibrations along the shaft, as he felt Cantor's preseed dripping down his throat, directly into his belly. He opened his eyes again, and was shocked to find that the mage's form was glowing softly with a pale, blue fire.

Then, quite abruptly, that odd heat of the pre in his mouth and stomach jumped up, and seemed to spread. He groaned in discomfort as that burning spread throughout his body, first at the back of his throat and the pit of his gut, and then jumping out, filling his chest and stomach first, before reaching out to his spine. From there, it ran up and down, sweeping over his legs, arms, and head all at once. As he remained there, kneeling before the font of that power that was filling him, the fire consumed all thought from his person, and was instead replace with pure burning sensation.

It was only uncomfortable for a moment, though, before the near-painful feelings lessened, and an entirely different heat started building throughout his body. Mathias panted, groaning as sweat broke out across his skin. Its purpose, he knew, was to cool that flame consuming him from the inside out, but the young mage didn't want it extinguished. It all felt too... good. Too right, too natural, too much in its place. He closed his eyes, feeling tears leaking out of the corners from the overstimulation, and was only dimly aware of Cantor's hands guiding his head, up and down along the shaft.

As more preseed dripped into his mouth and back into his stomach, he was entirely unaware of the slight changes running through him. In his mind, it was simply increase in the amount of pleasure he was feeling; in reality, though, it was a matter of increase in the surface area feeling that pleasure. Unknown to him, his trim stomach and the slight musculature sitting just beneath the skin began softening, and losing the definition it held. Slowly, his black shirt grew tighter as the stomach and chest it was made to conceal expanded. Even as it stretched tightly over the growing mass, the tanned skin on his torso began lightening and losing its hue. The orange-ish tint dulled to a greyish yellow, and kept going as his skin lost its pigmentation.

He kept bobbing his head, sucking on Cantor's shaft as the nu mou released it, and worked his hands downwards. The master's fingers found the buttons on his shirt, and deftly undid them all. Mathias grunted a bit in displeasure as those hands slowly grasped his shoulders and pushed them up, forcing him off of his hands and fully onto his knees for a moment, and thus making it more difficult to suck at the warm flesh between his lips. Quickly, Cantor pulled the shirt off of his new pupil's body, and cast it to the side; very soon, it would be too small to fit its owner, anyways.

Mathias continued expanding slowly, and as he did, he felt an odd tickling in the back of his throat. He groaned at the odd feeling as his vocal chords shifted, the sound coming out muffled around the nu mou's head in his throat. Despite the obstacle, it was easy to hear his voice growing somewhat lower, with a mildly softer twinge to it. Mathias ignored this shift, though; all he was aware of was the ending of the tickling in his throat, making it easier for him to go down on the member inside of it.

Suddenly, the hume made a very strange sound: it began as a groan of discomfited confusion, but ended with a pleasurable moan. The cause of it was an odd tugging all along his spin, seeming to pull it downward. He didn't see the effect, but it clearly pulled his entire posture downward, into a slight hunched back. Overall, it made him a good half a foot shorter, thus making his new position on his knees and off of his hands an easier posture for his current labour of pleasuring Cantor's member. The excess length of his spine slid downward, causing a bizarre sensation all along his back and in his tailbone. Unseen to him, a small bulge began pushing out from the back of his breeches, sending alien, but erotic shivers all throughout his body.

Cantor, seeing this new shift, leaned down, over his suckling pupil's head, and reached out with one finger. He murmured a small command word, a tiny, focused flame appeared at the tip of his finger. He touched it carefully against the fabric on the back of Mathias's breeches, and a small plume of smoke rose up from the point of contact. He dragged it down back as far as he could reach, and wherever he touch, the fabric parted to both sides, smouldering a bit at the edges. The flame didn't burn through just the one layer, though; no, it also bit through the fabric of the hume's undergarments. He pushed down as far as he could, and once he was done, he pulled back, letting the flame die. The result was a clear split down the back of Mathias's clothing, ending just above the point where his legs met in his hips. As he watched, a short but broad tail pushed out from between the folds of fabric, jutting out into the open air. It, much like most of the rest of Mathias's skin, was a dull grey shade. The new appendage was just beginning to show wisps of orange fur along the top, and as Cantor watched, it kept on pushing out, gaining length and staying just as broad at its base.

Even as Mathias's new tail gained length, the rest of his limbs were slowly shortening to match his new proportions. His legs gained mass rapidly, especially about his hips, as they developed a natural crouch to them. Their new orientation made his current kneel much easier to maintain, as his slightly clawed, now three-toed feet moved so that their heels were in the air. His toes themselves were bent and pressed against the floor, so that he almost looked as though he were crouching to jump. The remaining fabric of his breeches grew tight and strained under the newly added mass of his shorter legs.

His arms, while also growing shorter, were undergoing the opposite treatment as far as mass went. The small bit of muscle they had fled from them, being replaced by the smallest bit of fat. As he slowly reached forward, his fingers grew slender, and while they shortened, they appeared longer in proportion to the rest of his body. He carefully wrapped his arms around Cantor's waist, giving him slightly better leverage as he continued servicing the member in his mouth.

That mouth, though, was becoming less and less like a hume's flat pair of lips by the moment, and more like a nu mou's blunt, rounded muzzle. Slowly, his mouth and nose pushed out, rounding out. As they did, the insides of his mouth stretched, and his tongue grew thinner, but wider. His eyes widened as he realized how much easier this made it to take in Cantor's entire member, and he groaned in pleasure. Even as he realized this, his hazel-coloured eyes lightened, and assumed a full, greenish hue. Within a moment, he was taking advantage of his new muzzle to start bobbing his head faster, taking it into himself rapidly.

Cantor's shaft was leaking pre freely now, so aroused was he from both the rapid blowjob and watching the hume become more and more nu mou. Really, he was more nu mou than hume, now; the majority of his skin was a pale shade of grey, almost white, and his expansion had stopped with his gut being pushed out further than his now slim, soft chest. His shoulders had grown narrower, and were hunched slightly with the weight of his longish muzzle. Even his pubic hair was beginning to shift, now; rustling slightly as it grew fluffy and lighter. Its shade slowly changed, until it was the same orange colour as Mathias's tail.

Matching his nether hair, Mathias's short brown hair twitched slightly, and began quickly spreading outwards. As Cantor watched, it pushed out to just past his shoulders. It was just starting to get wild and difficult to handle when the hairs all twitched at once, pulling in together into several larger strands. In fact, they almost looked like a mass of thin, smooth tentacles. Even as they were forming up like this, they, much like Mathias's skin, lightened up to a pale grey. The change in colour spread from their roots, running down along into their tips. Following along in time with the spreading of the colour, his ears twitched, and abruptly began growing out, stretching in length. Within a few instants, they grew too heavy to support their own weight, and instead started hanging down on either side of his suckling muzzle. As they stretched down, a hole opened up partway along their length, right in the middle. Finally, they hung down to just above his chest, and remained there, the same shade of grey as the rest of his skin.

Finally, Cantor knew it was time. He groaned, and then, abruptly, he grabbed Mathias by his shoulders. He pushed the almost-nu mou back, making Mathias grunt out in surprise around the thick shaft in his muzzle. The younger mage's back pressed against the ground, and Cantor leaned in, firmly grasping Mathias's head. There was no illusion of who was in control, now, as he started jutting his hips forward, actually making love to Mathias's muzzle. The younger mage merely groaned, relaxing at the pleasurable feeling. His body felt odd, but at the same time, so very, very right. He wasn't entirely sure what had happened to him, but he knew that it felt good.

The elder nu mou reached back as he kept thrusting into Mathias's muzzle, and grasped the now very tight and torn pants, just holding together about the younger mage's waist. He didn't even bother with the magic this time; it wasn't necessary. They were stretched so tight, all he had to do was grab onto the waistband, and give a sharp tug. There was a sharp tearing noise, and then the cloth fell away, leaving Mathias's new body bare as his member sprung up to full attention.

It was still very much hume in shape, but that was already beginning to change. Its colour was altering from its base, running upwards. Slowly, the last bit of skin on his body with real pigmentation dimmed down to that same dull, grey shade, and even as it did so, a thickness began spreading up the organ from the base. Cantor reached down, and grasped the still-changing shaft, beginning to stroke it even as he used its owner's mouth. He felt it growing broader beneath his fingers, and the tip tapering down sharply to a point. He watched in surprise as Mathias cried out, and wasn't entirely sure why. Unknown to him, the shaft in his fingers was gradually growing a good inch shorter. As it did, though, the sensitivity in that missing inch seemed to spread down to the rest of the flesh, making each stroke along its length feel like an orgasm of its own.

The final things to change were the former hume's balls. They twitched, and drew up suddenly, as though they were about to cum. Even as they did, though, they nestled in, slightly closer and tighter against Mathias's crotch, and the skin, much like the rest of his skin at this point, became a shade of grey akin to marble. As his balls tightened, Mathias could feel them churning, and somewhere deep in his mind, he knew that it was his semen undergoing that same shift the rest of him had. For whatever reason, the thought sent an undeniable thrill through him, as though it were the final key, the final thing that truly made him no longer a hume, but an entirely new creature. He could no longer produce a hume with his seed; he was fully, and irrevocably, a nu mou.

And, realizing this, the new nu mou groaned, and then cried out around the shaft in his muzzle as those balls tensed for the first time, and his shorter, broader member jumped in Cantor's hand. Pleasure rushed all through his body, starting from his member and radiating outward to fill him up. He was forced to close his eyes from the intensity of the sensation, so he missed the remarkable thing that Cantor witnessed. As the young nu mou's body tensed up, preparing to perform its biological imperative, abruptly a pale blue fire erupted all across his skin, jumping into the air. For a few moments, he was too surprised to really understand what was going on. Quickly, though, his logical mind identified it: that pale blue light was the colour of Time magic. Mathias's very magical presence was warping, changing. As he watched those intense blue flames rush over the nu mou, he abruptly knew that he had chosen a good pupil. A very good pupil, indeed.

And with that thought, he, too, felt his peak come over him, and he slammed his hips forward one more time. His orange pubic fur pressed in flush against the nu mou's nose, and his balls churned, spurting seed deep into Mathias's throat, even as Mathias's own shaft tensed and sent up a long, jagged white line of seed. The two of them rode the climax, Mathias swallowing eagerly and suckling to get as much cum as possible into him, and Cantor milking the younger nu mou's shaft with his hand.

Soon, both of their flows lessened, and finally stopped. Both of them slumped down, then, and slowly, Cantor slipped out, letting the last couple drops of cum fall on Mathias's muzzle. He then stretched, and moved forward until he was laying on top of the younger nu mou. Mathias lay there, beneath Master Cantor... now his Master Cantor, he realized with a jolt. He glanced down at himself, as best as he could see around the nu mou atop him. From the grey skin to the long limp ears; from the pudgy gut to the orange pubic fur and tail; from the tentacle-like hair to his hunched shoulders, he was a nu mou, now. No longer a hume. He felt an odd duality, deep in his chest, as he realized the full implications. There was no way he would ever be able to pull off any of the remarkable physical feats of some of the hume warriors he'd met, and nor, he suddenly realized, would he ever lay beside a girl. The trade off, though... access to the greatest of magics... the natural intellect and spiritual ferocity... and not to mention, this odd, new pleasure of male flesh...

"We'll have to find you some new clothes," Cantor murmured softly, surprising Mathias. He glanced down at the older nu mou, and the master mage went on. "No hume clothes could ever fit on a nu mou. Besides, that boring black mage's uniform doesn't quite fit anymore, does it? You need some proper Time mage's attire, more appropriately fitted to your new shape..." As he said this, the elder nu mou reached down, and carefully dragged a hand over Mathias's gut. The new nu mou wasn't sure why, but he liked the feeling of having that soft padding, that extra layer of warmth. "So, are you ready to start learning as the mage you were meant to be, Mathias?"

"Yes," Mathias murmured, properly hearing his new lower and softer voice for the first time. A small smirk came across his muzzle, despite, or perhaps partially because of, the drops of cum still hanging there. "Yes I am."

Finished: Tuesday, September 21, 2010, 1:24

Music: Courtesans - The Magnetic Fields