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A 'Helping' Mage-Hand

"This had better be good, half-horse!" The fox grumbled and eyed up the tavern's crowded bar. "My training contract says nothing about doing overtime." He resumed glowering at the wild-looking centaur warrior corralling him into the booth, assuming he just wanted a free spell out of him. After a day of casting all manner of dull spells - offered for free to build up his arcane portfolio - the fox was sure he'd earned a short rest.

"Of course," the centaur bowed. "Let me offer a little remedy for being bothered by strangers outside of faculty time." He chuckled and hollered over the din for a round. With a red face the barkeep instantly rushed over with two foaming tankards, breathless about what an honour it was for his lowly alehouse to have the pleasure of a centaur's patronage. The half-horse ignored him as he handed over some odd crescent-shaped copper from the drawstring purse at his hip.

"I wasn't aware student mages stuck to the rules so eagerly," the centaur sighed. "Usually they're keen for any opportunity to break them."

The half-horse collected the round and held a tankard out to tempt the fox.

"Yeah, well some of us still like to live a little." The fox snapped his fingers, pulling his drink free from the centaur's grasp. He narrowed his eyes, but gave the centaur the faint glimmer of a grin to keep things playful. "But since you have the ear of the barkeep, I'm sure I can make an exception." He leaned forward, resting his muzzle in his paws. "Lofor may be a fool, but he's right that we haven't had a centaur around here before."

"I'm glad to hear I have your attention then." The centaur smiled, eying the empty coin purse on the fox's hip. Perhaps the fox spoke out of curiosity, but if a free drink or two was what secured his help, he'd take that too.

"Usually when people see a centaur for the first time, they just gawk and stare. If they're more polite that is."

The fox smiled and shook his head.

"Really? I've heard they usually throw them out of the bar to stop it getting drunk dry. Without paying." The fox flicked his tail mischievously.

"How fortunate for them that I am. They wouldn't have the muscle to oust me," he retorted.

"How fortunate indeed. But really, I'm sure Lofor doesn't want to risk broken bones from you trotting back and forth from the bar. And I don't want my casting portfolio to be full of those either."

The fox grinned and devoured his drink. He'd worked up quite a thirst from his day of practical studies, but being a fox, he wanted to know why the centaur was really here. A drink or several didn't smell right to him - there wasn't even any wine here! Writing up his spellcasting could wait - there was intrigue afoot.

"Long day?" The centaur raised an eyebrow, surprised to see the pint disappear so quickly inside the fox.

"You could say." He placed his now empty tankard into the centre of the table.

"Honing your spells?" The centaur leaned closer.

"What's it to you?" The fox smiled.

"Another drink. More to keep it out of your portfolio."

"Sure," the fox raised his brow.

As the centaur turned to get the barkeep's attention, he took a moment to try to figure out whether it was worth spending more coin imbibing the fox. Appealing to a student mage felt like scraping the barrel, but he didn't really have a choice. An ordained mage would never belittle themselves by wasting their magic on common folk - only the most obscure of arcane studies satisfied them.

As he ran his eyes over the fox he wasn't sure what to make of him, except that he must have had some talent. He took the redtail's outlandish garb as a suggestion that he was worldly. He wore a tunic of gold and green that criss-crossed his nimble frame - far too fine a cut of silk to belong to a coin-starved student. But then there was the thick, luxurious fur pelt wrapped around his shoulders: pure, light and airy like virgin snow. In the heat of the tavern he should have been panting because of it, yet the fox was as cool and serene as a winter's day. It made him seem like a world apart.

The fox was also sizing up his drinking companion. What started merely as an appreciation for the potential size of his coin purse, and how much he could extract from it, ended up in an admission that he found the centaur quite curiously handsome. He had that noble sort of look to him that all equines have, and the dim light of the tavern only added a dash of mystery to it. His human half was in rude health; his athletic frame discernable underneath the patterned half-tunic that fell down to his waist. His face was thoughtful and gentle, framed with thick locks of curly hair that tumbled down his back - which made it easy to imagine him galloping across the plains, wild and carefree as his hooves beat thunder into the earth.

The same pride and grace continued across his divide between human and equine. A smart coat of grey fur adorned his horse body, an avalanche of stony hues that tumbled into patches of white and grey beyond his withers and across his flanks. His legs were darker which continued down to the knees, except for two white socks that added some distinction to his fetlocks. The fox only half-snapped out of his reverie when the centaur turned around and handed him another full tankard of ale.

"I don't intend to take much time if you are truly eager to hurry back to your studies. But if not, might I persuade you to humour me?" The centaur met the fox's eye. Compared to today, even the insinuation of decent pay and ample drink was more than he could hope for.

"I'm sorry to not have cleared up the impression that I was in any rush to go back to that stuffy old place," the redtail groaned, though only at the thought of his usual company. "You'd be hard pressed to find worse company than other mages."

The fox looked into his second tankard consolingly, but this time, he approached the amber liquid with a cautious sip.

"Ah, well, I do appreciate the honesty," the centaur mused, eyeing the fox receptively. "You'd be surprised to hear me say the same about other centaurs. I can't stand it, we always start rabbiting on about the stars." He took a half step back from the padded both, looking to give his companion room. To his surprise, the fox shuffled around to sit closer, until his idle tail occasionally flicked his forelegs.

"That's forgivable. From the little I know about your kind, I do know that you have quite strong opinions about the stars." The fox's tone softened. "The mages I know have only strong opinions about themselves, or their academic rivals."

"No wonder you're protective of your time alone."

"Yeah, well, I'd rather it not always be spent alone," the fox sighed. "Thanks for the drinks by the way." He paused and shook his head, shrugging off the temptation to take a moment of self-pity. "So tell me, centaur who prefers to stray from the herd, what brings you here?"

"Names first," the centaur smiled. "Mine is Rua."

"Ah yes, sorry. It's Nova," the fox paused, swirling his tankard. He didn't want to point out Rua's abrupt change of topic, even if introductions were long overdue. Instead he sniffed the air, trying to sense the cause of Rua's hesitancy.

"Good to meet you, Nova. And to provide a change of company," he smiled.

"Pleasure's all mine." The mage returned the sentiment. "It's been a long time since someone bought me a drink."

"Well, don't thank me yet. It's customary to offer a drink or two before proposing a trade."

"What sort of trade?" The fox sniffed.

"What magic have you mastered?" The centaur countered, subtly shifting his weight from hoof to hoof as he skirted around the question.

"Er, well, I've practised plenty- " The fox emitted a loud hiccup, greater than what seemed possible for his slender muzzle.

"So, maybe drinking?" Rua chuckled and folded his arms. He reached around for a waterskin from one of the ornate saddlebags draped over his equine flanks, only to be waved off by the fox as soon as he offered it.

"No - hold on!"

The fox's ears twitched and he screwed up his face. Then he uttered some arcane phrase and his stupor evaporated. He grinned, his features appearing freshly rested.

"It's a fun spell I figured out myself - just a simple case of turning the booze in my body back into water." Nova smiled, puffing out his chest.

"A discovery I'm sure all the world will find useful. Particularly centaurs," Rua grinned. "Speaking of, the spell I'd like to trade for is somewhat in the same vein..." Rua paced over to the fox's side, his tail swishing gently as he no longer barred the way.

The fox's sharp ears perked again at the centaur's soft tone. He scanned around the tavern, which, in the time they had been talking, had become emptier. Only the odd nocturnal sort or the final patrons sipping a nightcap in relative silence.

"If you're interested, of course," Rua continued. "We would just need to seek somewhere more private."

"I'll figure something out," the fox whispered, thinking he'd gotten the gist of it.

But as he rose, Nova noticed Rua's expression. He chewed his lip and flexed his hands back and forth from fists in hesitation, while his equine muscles twitched with impatience. For most of the night his human and equine halves had seemed in harmony - now for them to not be was odd.

"Nova," Rua whispered. "Before you get ideas, promise me you'll hear me out."

"Of course," the fox smiled coyly, his pride swelling at the thought. Was the idea of a spell simply a ruse? Or perhaps his notion of a trade, a centaur euphemism? He'd be a liar to say he also had heard of the other... qualities centaurs were reputed for. His mind raced back through their earlier conversation. Perhaps this was Rua's first time? Or did he feel guilty about preferring partners other than centaurs? Either way, he certainly wasn't going to deny his curiosity.

"It'll be fine," Nova said confidently. "Now, do me a favour and stand still close to me. I usually do this alone."

"What do you mean?"

Nova declined to give Rua anything other than further instructions, wishing to show off a little. A relocation spell required a perfect mind's image of where you wanted to move, and what. Picturing himself and the desired location was familiar enough, but he was surprised how readily Rua's came to mind.

Nova closed his eyes, mouthing the incantation. It'd been a long time since he'd been there, but the finer details crept back from the shadows as he worked through the words. He continued, changing the spell until he was confident he'd mustered enough detail in his mind's eye for the portal to work - and then with a nod and a flick of his wrist, he pushed away the busy tavern surrounding them like a wave crashing over a beach, but when the tide of magic withdrew, the busy tavern dissipated, the patterned floor dissolving into thousands of soft white grains of sand.

***

When the threads of reality ceased swirling, Rua began to stitch together his surroundings. Colours came together, shapes became familiar, and finally reality stabilised.

The centaur found his hooves planted firmly in warm sand. Ahead, turquoise waves crashed against the shoreline, guarded by rugged cliffs that stretched deep into the sea. A cool breeze blew in from the ocean, bringing relief from the afternoon sun. Further behind the beach, the dunes gave way to long swaying grasses that quickly matured into tangled, leafy trees that clustered right up to the cliffs.

"Really?" Rua pawed the dust as he scanned the beach for company. Fortunately, the idyllic scene was empty.

"Beautiful, is it not?" Nova responded, striding across the sand to face Rua. The fox waved a paw as he did so, and like a passing breath of wind, his clothes from the tavern fell away, replaced by airy silks of purple and blue, hemmed with gold.

"I was expecting a study, or at least something cool," Rua replied, heading towards the sea to seek refuge in the spray of the crashing waves.

Nova shrugged. "It's private. It's quiet. And we're entirely alone..."

"How can you be sure?" Rua shot back. Nova puffed out his chest and pursued the centaur, his paws skipping delicately between the hoofprints in the sand.

"Well... a relocation spell requires you to picture exactly where you want to go, which in practice means knowing the destination extremely well."

"I suppose we're lucky nothing's changed here then?" Rua raised an eyebrow, enjoying, if just for a moment, the fox scrambling to explain. It was mostly arcane drivel, but the bit about having to conjure a perfect image of Rua pricked his ears. Clearly, the mage paid more attention to him than he let on at the bar. A smile crept across Rua's lips, and he chose to hold onto that thought as he halted at the sea's edge. It had been many long years since he'd seen the sea, yet the tang of salt in the air still lifted his spirits. It was comforting; a hazy, old memory from a time when life wasn't complicated.

"So... what is your connection to this place then?"

"This is where I found my magic." The playful air hanging around him evaporated. The mage sat down, resting his head on his paws as his gaze wandered to the nearest cliff. "This place is a crucible, of sorts."

"What do you mean?" Rua shot the fox a concerned look, coming to stand close to him.

"I'd always shown signs of it, but I needed to learn to tap into it on command. So they took me off by boat and dropped me on this remote coast. Either I'd be driven to harness it to escape, or the sun would claim me."

"That seems needlessly cruel." Rua flicked his tail, brushing the fox's back with the silky strands. He murmured and leaned his head against Rua's foreleg, his soft neck fur brushing against his white socks.

"Why not just climb, or swim free? The sea seems calm enough."

"There are strong currents here that would carry you far out to sea. As for the cliffs..." The fox picked up one of the clumps of rock scattered in the sand. He held it up for Rua to see, and then scratched the stone with a claw. At first the rock resisted, then it broke apart, filling the air with dust.

"Sometimes I think I might have been able to climb out, and just lead a normal life." Nova half-laughed, cocking his head up to look at Rua towering above him. Concern was etched across his face.

"You could have fallen to your death." He reached down and touched the fox's head, hoping to convey a sense he wasn't sure how to express.

"Maybe. But foxes are cunning, wily things. We should always have some other plan up our sleeve," he grinned, his spirit returning.

"I admit, I feel a bit bad trying to trade for a spell now." Rua paused, trying to gauge the fox's mood. "Or, is this part of some cunning plan?" he gambled.

"That depends on what you'd offer in exchange," the fox replied, letting his tail twitch mischievously. "Perhaps this is all part of the negotiation?"

"To think you made me worry for a moment there!" Rua snorted, folded his arms and stomped a hoof. "I already made it clear I'd compensate you fairly," he added, hoping to recover his hand.

"You don't need to fret. We're not playing that game anymore," Nova said, waving off his attempts to negotiate further. He chided the centaur again, shaking his head.

"Do you think I would stick around if I didn't like you?" the fox added, curious to see where things might lead. He picked a stray pebble from the sand, blew it clean, and sent it skimming across the waves - waiting for Rua to reply.

"Really, this is all about narrowing down what spell you have in mind," Nova finished, deciding not to overplay his hand. Still close to Rua's side, he could feel how soft the grey fur was - smooth to the touch, and animated by the quick beat of his powerful heart.

"Many times... I have raced ahead at the front of the charge." Rua began quietly, but his voice swelled as he recalled past glory. "I have watched those before me break, or be driven aside - as if my very hooves had the weight of thunder inside. If I could return home, I would have a worthy reputation among my kin, but without the reward of their company, any esteem my bravery would bestow is but a hollow crown." He turned to look the fox in the eyes. "You do not understand, but in the fray of battle, you can lose yourself in that chaos. Even if it is only for a moment, you become nothing, with no thought or memory of yourself, except the furious tide of the melee."

He turned to look at Nova briefly, admiring how the sunset and the dying rays of the day made his fur shimmer like beaten copper.

"No wonder they are lost to me."

"Do you wish to forget then? Mercenary work is a heavy thing."

"No," Rua chided. "It's not that. The stars, I'm sure, will guide me home when it is my time." He shuffled, adjusting his hindquarters amongst the sand. "I'm asking for something more... immediate. More... to forget a feeling that drives me wild."

"Heartbreak?"

The centaur snorted, sounding almost wholly equine.

"Perhaps you should next learn to detect thoughts," he chuckled. "Apart from drink, what else are centaurs commonly known for?"

"Oh... ah. Well." The fox sucked in a breath. "I suppose that could grow to be quite frustrating." He fidgeted, fishing his paws around in his loose silks. "But why not, well, try things out with others outside your kind?"

"I think you'd find they struggle," Rua elaborated with a sigh. "You can fill in the rest."

Nova took a deep breath and chewed his cheek.

"And to think of the amount of times I had people wish to make it bigger." Nova squeaked. "I suppose I could help you forget, but then again, any spell would be short-lived. Centaurs are well known for their resistance to magic," Nova added, continuing to stroke his flanks. "But..." he bit his lip. "That I am not unwilling to try, and even... more conventional remedies."

"Careful. I've heard this sort of thing before. It's always enough to say it. Quite another to follow through," Rua warned. He trotted forwards and kicked one of the waves, sending a jet of water back out to the bay. Despite the rebuff, the water simply flowed into the following wave, growing twice the size.

"It is like a wave that builds, but never breaks," Rua muttered, wary of the fox behind him. "And the current, once set in motion, should not surprise you if you are swept away."

"I don't intend to disappoint, or leave you hanging," Nova countered.

"Previous experiences don't fill me with hope, fox."

"Were they mages?"

"No, but you said your magic would not work on me."

"On you. Not on me."

Rua tilted his head to the side, biting his lip as he looked out into the bay. Perhaps the stars had not led him astray? Had they brought him here instead? Yet even though he longed to surrender, a legacy of disappointments clamoured for his attention instead, holding him back.

"Fine," he sighed. "But, humour me, and at least tell me the reason why you want to make such an offer."

"Most mages tend not to concern themselves with earthly things," Nova sniffed, trailing a paw in the sand. "They're too busy solving the deeper mysteries of the world to be concerned with such 'base' desires - other mages are only academic rivals. Those who do not wield magic think of us only as a conduit for their outlandish desires." The fox flicked his amber eyes up to Rua. "Over time it makes you weary - that incompatibility. So, when you happened to me at the bar and started buying me drinks, I felt we might have some kinship in such affairs. Turns out I was right, even if for differing reasons."

"So high-brow," Rua chided, shaking his head. "You can just say you were curious about all of me, not just my cock.

"Well, that too," Nova grinned, snatching a quick look.

"Curious to try for real then?" Rua teased, needing no further encouragement. Now that he'd finally been brought to water, of course, this half-horse would drink his full.

"Of course," Nova nodded and shuffled a bit closer to the centaur. His sleek horse half sheltered him from the cool breeze now rolling in off the sea, while the grey contours of Rua's coat grew like stone in the fading light. Nova trailed his paw across the centaur's back, sensing him grow tense as he crept towards his tail. The fox stopped just before the base of Rua's tail, feeling the growing excitement radiate between them. As the magnetism between their bodies grew, Nova gave a sultry wave of his tail, daring the centaur to make the first move.

"Are you sure your magic is up for the task?" Rua breathed, subtly tilting his head over his shoulder, spying on the fox out of the corner of his eye.

"I love being properly tested!" Nova gasped, delighted to be spurred into action. He withdrew his touch and snapped his fingers. With a wink his clothes dissolved away, revealing his naked, lithe, curvy form, illuminated only by the moonlight.

Rua could only gaze briefly. As soon as he turned to face the fox, the mage playfully tumbled onto his knees, mewling as he did so. Overcome by the powerful centaur, he made eyes that dared Rua to carry him, his conquest, away. He even went as far as rolling over onto his belly and waving his thick bushy tail behind him, trying to tap into that well of unbridled lust centaurs were known for.

Instead Rua lay down next to him, careful to avoid catching the smaller fox with a stray hoof. Once settled, he wiggled closer to Nova, inviting him to rest against his naked flank, press an ear close and listen to the beat of his strong heart.

Though it was just a prelude, Rua couldn't help but feel different this time. Sure, there was the same edge to his need, but finally there was a sense of pleasure to it. He felt giddy, excited at the impending closeness with the fox. He felt close to him, something beyond his arousal, that lingered behind every touch long after the excitement began to fade, eager to preserve the tender moment even if time inevitably moved them on.

"So..." Rua breathed, trying to disguise his nerves.

"Just relax," Nova smiled, happy to take the lead. He started to trail his paws down Rua's spine, but this time he moved towards Rua's underbelly, his feathery touch goading the centaur to roll over and let him continue his journey, until he reached the crux between Rua's hind legs.

As expected, the centaur was big - delightfully so. Enraptured, the fox watched Rua spill from his sheath, bearing stillness for as long as his will would allow. The very sight was a feast in the way all big cocks are; but stallionhood possessed an undeniable potency and carnal gravitas that forced the fox to watch and obey. It only served as greater encouragement for Nova, now drunk off the heady anticipation of being responsible for pleasing such a big cock. When his will broke, his lips sung the sweet surrender to carnal ministry. Rua gasped - throbbing, twitching, pleading as the fox's paws tended to him, riding the waves of pleasure reverberating through his body. And Nova accepted such hefty responsibility with all his heart - his own need throbbing unattended between his thighs as he focused his attentions on the centaur before him. He'd never felt such devotion to study - hungry to find out the things that drove his partner wild, and repeat them until any expression of pleasure was reduced to a ragged, quivering moan for more. Soon Nova felt the centaur's swollen flare press firmly against his paws, signalling he'd reached his full, magnificent length, the fox switched tactics. Eyes half open he leaned into Rua's loins, tongue running all the way along that wonderful length, his curious muzzle breathing deeply as his senses took in all they could of Rua's potency.

When the fox withdrew for a moment, he was panting like a spent swimmer coming up for air. He hovered close above the centaur, admiring his body as the soft moonlight spilled over him - and with a glistening silver sheen where the light caught the fox's saliva coating the centaur's cock. It twitched and throbbed, seemingly missing his touch, and trying to lure him back with a thick spurt of pre that welled up from the centre of his flared head. It hung there for a second, before running down his swollen head and dropping onto the sand, quickly followed by another wave of need that showed little sign of stopping.

"Don't leave me hanging," Rua groaned, cradling his head in his arms as both his human and equine halves lamented the loss of the fox's warm tongue.

"I wouldn't dream of it," Nova replied huskily. But instead of returning to his cock, the fox shuffled around behind Rua, until his ass was squarely in view.

"What are you doing?" Rua's voice trembled, but the fox's sharp ears picked up the hint of anticipation, not uncertainty.

"Showing you another way to feel good," Nova paused, taking a deep breath as he tried to control his giddiness. "Without risking you finishing too soon..."

Nova refused to elaborate, returning his paws to Rua's flanks. Given what he'd said about his cock, the fox wondered whether he'd had the chance to try this before, which as far as he was concerned, only made it more important to give it a try. Gently, he moved his paws to tease the centaur's tail, coaxing him to lift it aside by reaching between his legs and brushing his smooth taint, slowly bringing his paws higher...

With a shiver, Rua surrendered and gave the fox what he sought. He was met with praise in an instant.

"Have you ever had anyone tell you what a wonderful hole you have?"

Nova growled as he gazed upon his friend's equine tailhole, enjoying how the thick, ring clenched slightly at his words. Without even heeding the half-horse's reply, the fox pressed his muzzle against the centre of that pert ring. He wiggled in delight as the soft hole clenched against his cold snout, taking a deep breath as he tried to savour the centaur's scent.

Dimly within his debauched reverie, Nova could hear Rua shiver in delight. His body spoke for him, and so the fox, fancying himself fluent, shifted position slightly. He flicked his warm tongue out from his lips, and began to lavish the affection he felt Rua had been long overdue - that clever tongue showing all the wordless ways he could make his ring course with pleasure. It helps, of course, that it also tasted divine to him; his scent had awakened a hunger that he was eager to consume. Sometimes he swirled his tongue around the rim, teasing a sensitive spot repeatedly until his hole gave in and clenched, or he would give in and push his tongue deep into the centre, wiggling his tongue until he could feel it slip past the ring...

Rua meanwhile, was finding it hard to keep quiet. The pleasure arcing up through his was intense, and it tested any stoic warrior ideal he still clung to. Instead of feeling any shame, a warm glow grew in his heart. This fox, to whom the stars had led him, was making him feel such things he'd never dreamed before...

Yet, despite the fox's desire to make sure Rua's long frustration didn't end so soon, he could only hold out for so long. He could feel his balls stir, heavy with seed, and his cock, firm and flared, throb eagerly at the thought of being buried into a tight warm hole. So far, despite his skill, the mage hadn't shown a hint of the magic he promised. Now was the time.

"Give me your tail."

Nova paused, a wet smack as he pulled up mid-slurp. It took a few moments for him to come around, half-lamenting the change of pace, but that changed as soon as Rua stood before him, the still kneeling fox now at the perfect height to see his cock swinging between his legs.

"Time to work the magic you spoke of," he rumbled.

"I don't quite think my spell will work that way," Nova smirked, gesturing for Rua to change position.

"Odd thing to say." The centaur huffed, but followed the fox's motions. He tried not to lose the mood as he lay down on his back, moving his legs aside so the fox's hips could straddle the centaur's underbelly. It felt weird, legs and cock in the air, and even when he found a comfortable way to fold his legs against his centaur body, he couldn't shake the feeling.

Rua was preoccupied enough that he didn't notice the fox murmur a quiet incantation, or how he shuffled back to line up his eager tail with his equine cock. He came to in an instant. The overwhelming sensation of a slick, warm, tight hole squeezing his flared cockhead washed over Rua's senses, obliterating all other thoughts. He looked up and saw the mage, tail raised, sinking further down into his thick horsecock.

"Stars, are you almost halfway?" he whinnied.

"What did I say about trusting me?"

Sure enough, he felt the bump of his medial ring as it slipped inside, bringing the sensations building in his loins to new heights. At that point, any lingering care about how the fox was managing this evaporated. The fox didn't stop until he was buried to the hit, bringing a sensation of fullness to the centaur's body that had been so long in the making. Rua shivered as the fox hovered against his hips, his fluffy red tail tickling his balls as it waved back and forth behind him.

Any uncertainty about the position, or the odd notion of the fox riding him was gone. Rua didn't care. He cared about that tight, warm hole as it squeezed and caressed him, stoking an insistent pressure that increased its demands as it grew. He cared as he began to buck his hips against the fox - slowly at first, but building as every faster and firmer thrust was met with only groans of encouragement.

"Sun and stars..." Rua breathed. He didn't manage many other words, overcome by the sound of his heavy balls slapping against the fox's soft rump. It was becoming too much. The intensity built. Their movements became erratic, quivering. A desperate edge crept in - to push just a little deeper, to get one more thrust in...

They lost track of when, who, or what as the wave they'd built began to crash. His body jolted. He felt him clench. He buried himself as deep as he dared go. And the wave they'd built crashed over them, blurring reality into a sensual riot pushed on by the frenzied bucking of their hips.

They rode their climax together, the roar in their ears mingling with the crash of the waves. Dimly, the fox felt his cock twitch as he shot his seed into the night. He didn't see where it went, but he heard it land like the soft patter of rain close by. What mattered more was the feeling of that horsecock buried deep in his tail, pumping shot after shot of thick equine seed. He lost count as Rua continued to empty himself, his grunts turning into gasps as his balls continued to pump, desperate to thoroughly breed his long-overdue lover.

By the time Rua was done, his chest heaved as if he'd galloped for miles, and his head swam, seeing double the stars. His voice was hoarse, and his body ached, but the exhaustion was pleasant. It brought a wave of stillness that crept over him in the wake of his afterglow, which was oddly peaceful - like sleep, but without the absence of thought.

"I shouldn't have doubted you," Rua panted, trying to piece his scrambled thoughts back together. "That was some spell you pulled."

Nova grinned and wiggled his hips, goading another gasp from his still sensitive loins. Satisfied that the centaur's climax had subsided, he carefully rose from the centaur's hips, feeling Rua's cum gurgle deep within him. He paused for a moment, toying with the wet pop of his flare as he gave the fox's tail a parting test. Feeling sadly empty, the fox swished his tail about behind him as he sauntered towards the crashing waves, in no real rush to clean up the substantial leak of cum that trickled down from between his legs.

Meanwhile Rua lay back, feeling no inclination to cover himself. A warm smile grew across his lips, and it refused to recede as the minutes crept by. He looked up at the stars, and finally thanked them for the path they'd laid out for him.

"Nova?" Rua called out into the night. He was surprised how his flanks heaved from the effort.

"Yes?" The fox paused, waiting.

"Technically, we didn't finalise our trade..."

Really, Rua wanted to say that he'd hate to let the fox go. Not just after a ride like that. But he was certain, there was a spark, a tantalising possibility of something more. He didn't want to surrender it, but it was hard to find the right words.

"What are you suggesting?"

Rua winced.

"I was after all, thinking of a more permanent solution," he mumbled, wondering how best to really say it.

Nova meanwhile, had wandered back to Rua, and had begun to trace a finger against the sky, conjuring some sort of held spell on gilded paper.

Fearing the moment had slipped, Rua acted. The centaur leaned over. He closed his eyes. And he kissed the fox deeply, with all the love he could muster.

Whatever spell Nova had been conjuring dissolved into the night.

A long moment followed, stretched on like eternity.

The fear subsided when Nova opened Rua's eyes, to show him returning his kiss.

"You could have just said that," Nova smiled.

"I panicked," Rua replied, laughing off his nerves. "I thought you were drawing up a contract."

"Really?"

"Yeah, well, like I said..." Rua shrugged and looked down at the sand. "But... what were you writing?"

"How you could get hold of me for next time, silly."

The two lovers grinned and kissed again, starting the next round of their moonlit ritual...