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Here is part two to my first story. I know, I know, the title is kind of lame but I had to tie it to the first part somehow.

I enjoying writing this and I hope you enjoy reading.

If you're not 18 or whatever the legal age is for you please don't read farther, yada..yada...

To Train a Thief

Written By: Spudz

Morning came as the sun slowly crested the horizon, overwhelming the darkness and casting daylight through the barely parted curtains of the room. The grey wolf woke as the light danced across his vision, chasing the sleep away from his golden eyes. For a moment he simply lay there and relished the comfort of the bed and wished to drift back to sleep. "Next time I'll make sure to draw the curtains closed completely," he thought, toying with the idea of getting up to do just that and perhaps catch a few more hours of sleep.

That was when he caught the distinct sound of soft snoring, causing the memories of the night prior to come flooding back with a gasp. He looked over to see the naked feminine form of Unsong sleeping soundly beside him. She was positioned on her side, curled up slightly with the creamy white fur of her back facing him and her fluffy tail draped over his leg. He watched her chest rise and fall as the she-wolf breathed in an almost hypnotic manner, lost in her dreams.

"Last night sure was incredible," Dayson thought as he decided it was time to get up and carefully slid off of the bed, trying not to wake her. He too wore nothing except his grey fur as he shuffled quietly over to the dresser for clothing; settling on a simple pair of shorts and a shirt. Once he had dressed, the wolf came back to the bed and deftly placed the bed covers over Unsong's sleeping figure before tip-toeing to the door.

Reaching out, Dayson delicately placed his hand on the door and uttered a series of chants that he had used last night to create a barrier spell around the room. The spell's light pattern appeared again along the wood surface of the door and walls of the room as the wolf twisted his hand slightly. The illumination pulsed brightly with a barely audible hum before the weaving unraveled, causing the light pattern to shatter into countless small fragments of radiance that floated down to the floor and eventually winked out. The wolf turned to make sure Unsong was still sleeping soundly. Satisfied, he twisted the door knob open painfully slow.

Dayson made his way out into the hallway, closing the door behind him softly, and started down to the common room of the Paw's Palm where he found Ayesha the innkeeper using a broom to sweep near the kitchen door. The tabby cat heard him come down the stairs and greeted the wolf with a warm smile.

"Morning to you Dayson," she said cheerfully, leaning on the broom. "I didn't expect you up and about so early."

"I forgot to close the curtains and the sun woke me up sooner than I would've liked," he replied as he stopped and placed a hand on a nearby chair. "I don't suppose the kitchen is open by chance?" he added with smile.

"It is always open for you silly," she chuckled. "Give me a minute while I go throw something together." She propped the broom up against a table and quickly disappeared into the other room.

When the cat returned with a tray she found him halfway across the room with a rather large pile of dirt accumulating at his paws as he worked the broom with fervor. "Oh you silly wolf," she cooed. "You come take this food and get that canine butt of yours up there to your lady friend and I'll be having no fuss about repaying my favor," she added while holding up her finger.

Admitting defeat, Dayson handed her back the broom and thanked the innkeeper for the food as she shooed him upstairs. Retreating back to his room he found Unsong sitting up in bed stretching her arms. She regarded him with her gorgeous deep blue eyes that he could just lose himself in and smiled affectionately at seeing him enter.

"Good morning," he said joyfully as he moved to set the tray of food down on the nearby table. "I hope you slept well."

Unsong rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "Oh... I haven't felt so rested in a long time," she replied. "You were right. This bed is incredibly comfortable."

He walked over and sat on the side of the bed next to her and regarded the she-wolf's figure. "I brought us some breakfast," he spoke as he drank in her form, causing her to blush.

Her soft, creamy white coat flowed down between her pointy ears, downward to her shoulders and over her supple furry breasts, with two petite pink nipples poking out slightly from the surrounding fur in the cold; continuing down to her navel before disappearing below the bed sheets. Dayson felt his sheath harden as he gazed at her splendor.

Unsong grinned playfully at watching his eyes roam over her figure. Quickly she reached over and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss, pressing her perfect breasts into his body. For several minutes their tongues wrestled as they explored every facet of their partner's mouth while Dayson slowly slid his hands along the small of her back as he traced his digits through the soft fur. The tray of food was long forgotten.

She gently disengaged from the kiss with mischief sparkling in her blue eyes, panting softly with arousal. "Mate with me," the she-wolf growled lustfully as she shifted to lie back down on the bed while still gazing up at him.

Without hesitation, he hurriedly stood and did away with his clothing allowing Unsong to marvel at his nude physique. She admired the way his dark grey fur became a lighter shade across his slightly muscular chest and continued down his abdomen to his crotch. His familiar red canine penis, which had driven her to such pleasurable heights last night, stood fully erect out of his sheath with the knot at the base not fully formed as his malehood pulsed slightly in rhythm with the wolf's heartbeat.

"Now get over here and bury that wonderful cock of yours in me," she said throatily as she pulled back the covers to reveal herself fully.

Dayson let his eyes wander down the supple curves of Unsong's body to the treasure nestled between her legs. Her silky white fur gave way to two blushed furry lips that were slightly puckered with her arousal and need. The surrounding fur was still matted with their combined juices from before. Unsong spread her legs wide, giving him unhindered access to ravage her mindless as she continued to gaze lustfully at him.

Not wanting to disappoint her, Dayson crawled up onto the bed with his grey tail wagging furiously. Slowly he edged up to her heated lips and gave a good sniff, filling his nose with her overwhelming arousal as she looked down at him impatiently. Smiling to himself he parted his muzzle and gave the surrounding fur several long strokes with his tongue making sure to not touch her needing pussy as he tasted his seed that had dried from the night prior.

Unsong whined with annoyance as she felt him clean the fur around her aching lips. "Oh stop teasing me," she whimpered. But he continued to let his tongue roam the fur around her flower while he gently reached his hand around to begin massaging her fluffy tail. Weaving his fingers under her supple butt, Dayson quickly found the sensitive base of the furry appendage and assaulted the spot with quick jabs of his fingers causing her to squirm at the tickly sensation.

"Now you're just being mean," she griped with a smirk.

Suddenly, Unsong arched her back as his splendid tongue finally gave her tender sex a long stroke along her parted folds. Looking down, she caught sight of him gazing back at her with a wicked grin.

"Oh that is much better," she breathed. He smiled before returning his focus to her craving folds as he parted his muzzle again and began lashing his tongue across her outer lips. Unsong moaned as he finally attended to her aching need.

Slowly Dayson parted her folds with his tongue and explored her inner walls with his appendage, rasping it along inside her before he remembered something he had tried last night. With a skillful motion he plunged the tip of his muzzle inside of her pussy and shot his tongue out in quick thrusts, scraping it deeper along her abused sex. She whimpered and writhed vigorously underneath him as he returned his hand to rub at the base of her tail.

Dayson swiftly brought his other hand around to begin massaging her petite clit, making Unsong whine and moan increasingly louder as he continued his assault with his muzzle below; breathing out of the corners of his mouth so as not to asphyxiate himself inside her. The thought of actually suffocating inside of her pussy was quite humorous to the male as he continued his work.

"Oh...God don't stop," she barked as her tail thrashed about, tickling his chin. The three pronged assault was overwhelming Unsong as she felt the white-hot pleasure building and threatening to overtake her. She began to pant forcefully as the she-wolf wrapped her legs around his head encouraging him to go deeper, not wanting the male to stop.

Feeling her tense up, Dayson doubled his efforts and withdrew his muzzle, before THRUSTING it back in and shooting his tongue deeper still into her, grinding the appendage as far back as possible along her ravaged tunnel. Unsong could no longer fight the need as the burning pleasure boiled over and cascaded through her trembling figure. She howled as her body tensed up and her legs pulled Dayson's head against her tightening pussy.

Unsong's walls contracted around his muzzle as he quickly slurped up her flowing nectar, savoring the taste he had come to enjoy. She continued to ride out her release as her howl turned into a whimper while he eagerly lapped up his reward. After several wonderful moments of pure bliss she came down from her climax, growing light-headed and collapsing back onto the bed limp as she was enveloped by a magnificent afterglow.

Dayson gently pulled his muzzle out of Unsong's tortured sex and crawled up alongside her body as she panted laboriously. It was very satisfying to see her so disheveled after his ministrations.

She turned and regarded him with a smile as her tongue lolled out to the side. "You are very good with your tongue," she breathed.

"I'm glad to be of service m'lady," he replied with a chuckle. The grey wolf reached over and fondled her supple furry breast gently as she moaned and panted. Slowly he traced his finger through the soft creamy white fur, occasionally pinching her petite nipple. He continued his attack on her tormented breast for several moments as she whimpered at his treatment.

Unsong then noticed her juices coating his muzzle. "I need to clean you up," she abruptly said. Before he could protest, she rolled over onto his chest and began to lick his muzzle affectionately. It was odd to taste her own nectar as she worked her tongue around his black nose and whiskers while he smiled lovingly at her. She made sure to lick every inch of his muzzle until he was clean before leaning back to gaze into his deep yellow eyes.

She then rolled the two of them over so that he was now on top. "Now I want you to finish what you started," she said throatily as the she-wolf spread her legs causing his malehood to rub up along her inner thigh. Unsong reveled in the odd double feeling of his seemingly fiery hot penis rubbing along her fur first before sliding against the smooth skin underneath.

Dayson wasn't going to prolong things any longer as he shifted himself to line his throbbing erection up with her burning pussy that ached to be filled. Slowly he thrust forward dragging his penis painfully slow across her outer lips as the two wolves moaned in harmony. She was incredibly tight; maybe even more so than the night before if that was possible.

He hilted himself inside her and began to withdraw just as excruciatingly slow while Unsong squirmed beneath him. Leaning down, Dayson tenderly took her nipple into his muzzle and sucked on the tender flesh gently, bringing it to beautiful hardness while massaging her other breast with his hand. He withdrew until only the tip of his malehood was snugly tucked between her lips before he plunged in again slightly faster.

Unsong basked in the increasing pleasure as he began to build up a rhythm, while she moaning each time he thrust. A steady sound of slurping and slapping resonated as Dayson began to ram his penis more forcefully into her needing pussy; continuing to assault her prefect furry breasts with his muzzle and hand as he worked desperately to bring the she-wolf to another wonderful release.

Unsong's mouth hung open with her tongue flopped out as she panted heavily. Her vision began to cloud as the wolf sensed her climax fast approaching again. She could feel his knot forming and longed to have it buried within her. Deftly, she began to shove her hips upward to meet his downward plunge, straining to push his bulge into her as it slapped against the she-wolf's outer lips repeatedly.

He gave one powerful thrust, grinding his knot against her aching cunt forcefully before it finally popped inside and inflated, locking the wolves together. Unsong barked sharply at the sudden intense feeling of his knot swelling within her. She closed her legs around his waist, urging him to release his seed.

With his knot holding him firmly inside of her, Dayson began to thrust in a rapid feral manner as he felt his balls tighten. He released her nipple from his mouth and gently rested his head against the side of her fluffy neck as he fought to hold out as long as possible.

Unsong submitted to her desire and howled with intense pleasure as her climax washed over her, enclosing the she-wolf in a sea of boiling ecstasy that drowned out her surroundings and made her body feel as if it was on fire. Her walls squeezed his malehood unmercifully, sending Dayson over the edge as he clenched his teeth and flagged his tail high, pumping thick ropes of cum into her ravaged tunnel while he groaned into her neck fur. The fiery hot sensation of her climax mixed with the cool feeling of Dayson's seed filling her overwhelmed Unsong as the she-wolf's body went limp, causing her legs to release their hold on his waist and collapsing onto the bed. Dayson whined as he made quick, tiny thrusts, trying to prolong his peak as he continued to empty his seed into her heated sex.

After several moments, his climax subsided and both furs lay still, panting roughly as they caught their breath and basked in the afterglow during the silence that followed.

"I love the feeling of being tied with you," Unsong breathed, reaching down to caress her hand around the base of his knotted erection, eliciting a subtle whimper from him. She savored the feeling of his closeness and warmth as he tenderly licked the side of her muzzle, tickling her whiskers.

Some time passed before Dayson carefully rolled the two wolves over so that he was on the bottom with her resting on top, causing both of them to moan as his knot shifted slightly. "It is certainly a wonderful feeling I have to admit," he replied finally as the grey wolf reached up to stroke a hand across her silky cheek fur. "Unfortunately, we're going to be stuck together for a little while."

"I think I can bear with being stuck to you," she added playfully with a grin. Suddenly her stomach growled audibly making Unsong blush. "I guess I'm hungry," she said meekly.

"I brought us some breakfast," he replied, motioning to the tray over on the table.

Unsong pulled herself upright on his lap with some difficulty, whining softly as his malehood moved again insider her. She ended up straddling his groin with her legs folded up on the outside of his thighs.

She then looked over to the tray. "Too bad you left it on the table," the she-wolf said, running a finger through his grey chest fur. "I don't think we're going anywhere anytime soon."

"We don't have to," Dayson said playfully. He raised his hand and pointed it toward the distant table as he closed his eyes. The air around the tray seemed to skew as the plate began to levitate until it hovered a foot above the wooden surface. Slowly the tray floated over toward the bed until it came up alongside the two tied wolves and plopped down on top of the sheets. "Being a mage does have its uses," he added with a grin as he lowered his hand.

They both had a good chuckle as Dayson picked a slice of bread from the plate while Unsong devoured a piece of bacon.

"If you don't mind me asking...When did you start training to weave spells?" Unsong asked a minute later as she took a bite of her second bacon strip.

"Well, I was picked to be trained when I was five years of age," he replied, finishing the slice of bread and deciding whether to go for a bacon strip or a juicy looking plum next. "I was taught from that age until I was eighteen when I passed my final trials."

"That is an awful long time," she said.

"Not really to be honest," he countered. "It wasn't all about just learning to weave magic. The instructors also made sure to tie in general education topics like mathematics, reading and writing comprehension much like a standard educational institution."

"Is it possible to train someone at my age to become a mage?" Unsong asked timidly.

He seemed to consider her question a few moments. "It certainly isn't unheard of," he said. "But the reason most weavers, including myself, are trained when they are still pups is because it is far easier to learn the intricate patterns of mana required to weave when the mind is young and geared toward studying and assimilating information. If you teach someone that is older it is comparatively more difficult because that fur has already lived a number of years without being able to touch the mana that exists around and inside them."

Unsong studied the slice of bread she had just picked up as she mulled over his words. "What do you mean by 'touch?'" she asked after several moments.

"It's the best way to describe how you weave spells," he continued. "When a mage wants to weave, they first need to tap into a source of mana. That source resides within every fur and living creature." Dayson punctuated this by poking her gently in the stomach, making Unsong giggle briefly.

"When I levitated the tray over here I first had to tap into my own mana reserve that exists within me before I could begin to weave the spell," he said. "In order to weave a far more powerful spell, a mage has to reach out and grasp the mana that exists in the environment around them. This second, more powerful source tends to collect in intense concentrations in what we call nodes."

"That is partially the reason I selected this inn as my residence," Dayson added, as he pointed his finger downward. "There is a rather large node that pools just below this building, in which if I ever got into a bind, I could quickly tap into it."

"Sadly, it is challenging to teach an older fur how to perceive the environment around them in order to weave," he concluded finally, his heart torn as he caught sight of her disappointment.

"Oh...well that does seem like an awfully difficult concept to teach," she replied disheartened.

"But it isn't impossible," he corrected lightly, trying to encourage her as they fell into silence.

Soon both wolves felt his knot begin to deflate. Slowly Unsong lifted herself up with a soft moan, causing his malehood to slide out of her abused sex and make a mess of the sheets in-between his legs with their combined juices. Dayson pushed himself upright on the bed and gazed at her intently while he seemed to be deep in thought. Neither of them noticed the mess they had made on the bed sheets.

"Hang on a moment," he suddenly said. "I want to test out something." With that he pulled himself off of the bed and moved over to the dresser on the other side of the room. Unsong sat on the corner of the bed with her head cocked to the side in puzzlement and watched his grey tail sway slightly as he bent over digging in one of the drawers.

After several moments he returned to the bed and sat next to her, holding a small box in his hand. Slowly he opened up the top to reveal a crystal about the size of a coin resting in protective cloth.

"This is a tuning crystal," he said. "It is infused with a special spell that is designed to resonate with a fur's aura by glowing. The color of the glow indicates what type of affinity that fur possesses for weaving if they have one at all. Spell weaver masters use these crystals to test young pups to see if they are capable of learning."

Dayson reached in with his hand and gently lifted the tiny crystal out before placing it in his palm. Unsong watched, fascinated, as the crystal began to glow a noticeably bluish color. "My affinity is blue," he stated. "It means that although I can utilize weavings from all disciplines, I am adept at working passive spells such as barriers and shields. However, my real specialty is healing magic."

"Now let's see what your affinity is," Dayson said as he gently took her furry hand and placed the crystal in her palm. Unsong held her breath as they both stared fixated at the tiny gemstone. Slowly, it began to glow and after several agonizing moments turned a deep purple tinge.

He gasped softly as she stared at the crystal intently, wondering what the color meant.

"I'll be honest...I've never seen a purple affinity," he breathed.

"Wha... what does it mean," she stammered, still fixated on the gemstone.

"A purple affinity signifies you are attuned to weather weaving," he replied after a few moments. "It means you have the ability to control and manipulate the weather."

A heavy silence hung in the air as the crystal continued to glow in her palm.

"Control...the weather?" she stuttered after several failed tries, looking at her hand as she tried to grasp what he was saying.

"Well, first I need to teach you before you can actually weave weather patterns," he said. "But I have a feeling you'll catch on quick."

She considered his words before finally realizing what he had just implied.

Unsong quickly turned and hugged Dayson, resting her muzzle on his shoulder as she stroked her hands through the fur on his back. "Thank you," she whispered into his pointy ear. "I'm so grateful for everything you have done for me."

"Well, I've greatly enjoyed your company," he replied with a sincere smile as she unwrapped herself from him.

The fact that they were both still naked occurred to him. He slowly stood up and pulled Unsong by the hand to her paws. "Let's get cleaned up," he added. "I want to take you out to buy some clothing that actually fits you."

"But...," Unsong began to respond before he gently placed his finger on the tip of her muzzle to silence her just like she had done to him last night. He gazed into her lovely blue eyes as she stood there with her muzzle ajar.

"I won't be hearing any of it. Now you scoot that magnificent furry butt of yours into the bathroom and clean up young lady," he said with mock authority, grinning playfully.

"Oh... ok," she smirked back, admitting defeat. After he gave her a clean pair of his cloths to change into, he watched as her creamy white tail disappeared behind the bathroom door.

"A weather weaver...," Dayson reflected. "Never would I have imagined her to be attuned to such a rare affinity." Slowly the wolf walked over to where the crystal had fallen to the floor and gingerly grasped it between his fingers as he stood back up. Almost immediately the gemstone began to glow the familiar bluish color he had come to recognize. He looked back toward the bathroom door where the sound of running water emanated. "I will make sure she becomes an extraordinary spell weaver."

To be continued...