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Anthro Sex Squad Story 4 - Bizmark's Story By Killenor Arc 1 - Origins Chapter 7

Bizmark marveled at how he seemed more able to keep pace with Elder Jabebe these days. Despite the weeks of nearly exhausting sex with a whole cohort of demanding females depriving him of any real chance for exercise, he felt as though he could walk, even run, for hours. More than that, he had noticed quite keenly that his bulk had increased nicely, a good solid layer of fat covering what would have been an unattractive, lumpy belly and new growth firming his arms, legs, and chest.

"I must say, this is the first time I haven't had to wait on you Bizmark." Elder Jabebe said with admiration, "I suppose it's from your time spent running with that Tanja, ey? Since you've started following her, there has been surprisingly little trouble from you two. In fact, the whole settlement admires that you two have taken to bettering yourselves. Now if you could only teach her to eat once in a while, I'm sure she'd reap the benefits as well."

Sensing a lecture brewing, Bizmark hoped to shift the subject. The elders could certainly get into condescending rambles with very little provocation.

"Yes, thank you elder," he quickly interjected, "We... well we know we need to make some decisions here soon. In fact, I had wanted to ask why we are out here, you and I, instead of just having me continue my studies."

"Well," Jabebe said slowly, "I wanted to teach you something about... nature. Something important for all to know. The girls have all been instructed on this. But I expect that you needed to be shown as well. It's something not commonly taught to males."

Apprehension rose within him. Somehow, he got the feeling that he already knew the incredible secret that the females kept from the males. After all, he had only been exploring such a secret for the last few weeks. A shudder ran though his spine at the thought of having to engage in the mating act with such an older female... but somehow he couldn't brush away the dancing images of a naked, seductive Jabebe from his mind.

"I... uh... I think I already know Elder." Bizmark admitted. It seemed like the right thing to do to avoid the potentially memory-scarring event of Jabebe explaining the 'facts of life'.

Her reaction seemed quite exaggerated, something beyond what the young male had been expecting. Eyes wide and fuming, she turned upon him, fixing him with a withering, authoritarian, and altogether frightening stare.

"You! You already know the secrets of the magicks?!" she shouted, "Who taught you our most sacred and important ways without the consult of the council?!"

In a rush she was upon him, grabbing the cloth about his collar and throttling his garment angrily. Her ancient bulk, built over many decades more than Bizmark had known, made her seem towering and imposing to the frightened young male.

"WHO?!" she demanded.

"N-no one Elder..." Bizmark cried out, "I was t-talking about... mating!"

Realization spread quickly across the old cow's face, mingling with a heady blush the two felt growing across their features. Letting the young bull go, Jabebe took a step backward as laughter bubbled up from within.

"Mating?" she chuckled, "Well that was to be expected I suppose. I doubt the girls could really have kept it a secret for long."

Bizmark struggled to recover his wits. Nervously he smoothed and re-smoothed his hair and clothes, feeling that somehow if he was able to control his appearance, he might control his feelings. Ignoring his nervous habits, Jabebe pressed into an explanation.

"No, Bizmark. I'm sorry. I can see how your young mind might have thought that. Believe it or not, I was young and fully of lusty humours once as well. No, I brought you out here because the council decided that you had the potential to do what so very few males of our folk are capable of."

"The magicks?" Bizmark inquired, hoping that the shake was gone from his voice.

"The power to harness the energies of our world! Normally we only teach it to other females... males being, by nature, too impulsive, emotional, and selfish to do any good with them. Females, on the other hand, use these magicks to benefit their tribe, their homes, and their offspring. They also have the patience for the years of study it takes to master even the simplest of workings. Indeed, you cannot sit upon the Elder Council of Matriarchs without knowing at least some of the secrets and formulae."

"Why me?" Bizmark said, now a bit more mystified, "Why am I any different? Why would the council choose to teach a troublemaker like me?"

"It's simple," Jabebe said firmly, "We have seen the talent burning within you. Rarely is there a male who possesses it.... rarely any sort of folk who possesses it. The council felt it would be a great disservice to the world not to at least start you down the path that the Great Matron has chosen for you. In her wisdom, she has given you a special skill and I am now here to help you."

"So... you know the magicks then?" Bizmark said, catching on, "I've only ever read of folk doing things like that. The fey stories especially... but I thought they were just child's stuff."

"Yes, and we let the children believe it too." the Elder toned wisely, "Children with the power to make and break the world... can you imagine what could happen?"

Bizmark's mind flooded with images of toddlers and lesson-agers throwing fire and forcing things into shapes and colors. It was at once terrifying and highly amusing to the young male's mind. He and Tanja had caused innumerable pranks and troubles to their community... imagine if they had such powers then. Inevitably, he guessed, the Elders would have had to resort to drastic measures in such a circumstance.

"But now, I am going to evaluate you. You have three days to learn what you can. After that, the future is up to you." Jabebe continued with a great seriousness to her voice.

"Well then," Bizmark replied, cocky with the visions of what he would do with such power, "Let's get started!"

***

I won't bore you with the minutia and rudiments of my training in the magicks of this world. Suffice it to say, I had a talent for such things. By the end of the first day I had already mastered several minor workings from what I would come to know as Leva, Veritimil, Naturae, Atheiyes,_Pantheon, Vain, and Haedar... the magicks of comfort, truth, change, doubt, faith, self, and altruism if you didn't know.

Apparently Jabebe was impressed. She kept going on about how well I seemed to be doing. On the second day I was even improvising on my effects. At night I devoured the books she presented me with as fast as I could read them. Even when she said that I should need rest, I felt as full of energy as I had ever been.

Now mind you, I may have been a prodigy with an immeasurable talent at that time, but I was still only mastering the weakest and most minor of workings. Even innate talent doesn't make learning happen over night. Jabebe showed me many more powerful displays, saying that they should motivate me and give me an idea of limits. She also warned me against the magicks that could so easily cause my downfall._

Rot, Descivi, Necratia, and Torturos, she said, were the powers that no mortal could wield without detriment to themselves. Indeed all powers, both mundane and wondrous, could ruin a person if used improperly. Of course, being young then as I was, I gave these warnings only a cursory acknowledgement. I was far too interested in learning about what I COULD do than the things I shouldn't.

Unfortunately I found that while I was learning, even as enraptured as I was with it, that my desires grew. I found myself longing for Tanja in daydreams and during my nightly sleep hour. Worst of all, I had no free time between lessons and study to relieve myself. But luckily, my relief would come soon.

***

"I am bored, my parent," Y'tanbi grumbled in his deepest voice. Idly he took up a small stone and threw it at one of the workers toiling around the twisted tree. A twinge of humor pierced the otherwise leaden mood of the hybrid as the stone, easily the size of a human head, smashed into the head of the worker, dropping it to the ground. Despite its caved-in cranium, the worker still attempted to continue its duties, oblivious to the mortal injury that even now robbed it of life.

"You will be thus much longer if you keep slackening my productivity." Y'toptapta growled in return. "If you wish it to hasten, I would imagine you would help. You bore of study, you deny work, and you cause petty destruction to amuse yourself..."

"Sounds so good when you say it." Y'tanbi sighed.

"You have much to learn of the words I say," sniped his parent in return, "I know of your feelings. I once had them myself. In the youth of my being I would have been happy setting alight this world. Many of our ilk desire destruction."

"The Unseelie,"

"They and many other factions of our kind," Y'toptapta continued unperturbed, "The point is, these feelings will pass. You need only find something more interesting to occupy your eternity of being. If it seems that you not find such a thing... well then you are free to join the bloodmongers."

A pause came over the melted-looking fey-beast. Somewhere from the depths of his eons-long memory, he recalled these same words being spoken to him. Unfortunately, fey-memory was a tricky thing. Sometimes it seemed that the most important things were forgotten while trivial enjoyments and excitements burned brightly. The fey, if they could truly be lumped into one category, were creatures of passion. Passion often left very little time for plotting, logic, and measured execution of tasks.

"I was thinking," the young fey-hybrid said dreamily, "of trying a fire aspect. The glimpse you gave of the land above the rim, it all seems so..."

"After all I have done, all the essences I combined to produce you," Y'toptapta chastised, "and you wish to waste your potential on fire?! You have so much ability built within you. You are made from I, the gardener of lust, and from your mother and father, the full life-essences of the fastest pachy-folk I have seen and a great prodigy of the same folk. You have within you the ability to grow from any of the mortal magicks as I can grow from Aaluran's magick. Your single leg carries you at nigh the speed of thought. That and you can, with practice, master mortal and fey power! This is my gift to you! Now you say FIRE might be what you wish?!"

At this challenge, the massive form of Y'tanbi was on his foot in an instant. A single ephemeral step brought him eye to eye with his parent. His singular, massive fist shook between them in pure frustration.

"I am the master of my own existence! No one, not you or any other, shall say what I might do! Should anyone stand against me, I shall end them!" Y'tanbi yelled.

With a gesture, the half-pachyderm launched bolts of scenescent, pink lightning from the stiff, motionless feathers. One by one the workers struck by these bolts withered and died, giving up their fluids and shriveling into tiny fetal balls of ash.

"You have mastered much," Y'toptapta complimented, gladdened in the moment at how well his creation was progressing. This joy turned quickly to seething anger, "WHAT DID YOU DO?! How am I to bring this harvest to market now?!"

Grinding his teeth, Y'tanbi harshly spat out a number of disjunct syllables. All around him the garden shriveled. Suggestive flowers twisted into mockeries of themselves, bursting into blooms of wriggling caterpillars. These caterpillars in turn bored their way into the erotic fruits, swelling them into galls of obscene flesh before bursting into clouds of tiny buzzing gnats and wasps. They flew, boiling from rents in the fruit like a living cloud of steam, to disperse to the winds before catching fire and twisting into smoke wisps.

Y'toptapta gaped in astonishment and amazement at the blackened remains of what had moments ago been the most profitable graden he had ever grown. There was nothing left save stumps and ash. Even the creek had retreated underground in fear of the unearthly power of the fey hybrid.

"You won't" Y'tanbi said cheerily, sounding like nothing if not a happy school child heading home for holiday. Merrily, he turned on his single heel and mock-skipped away.

"How... HOW DARE YOU!!!" Y'toptapta screeched in rage, launching himself at his immense progeny.

A mockingly casual glance over his single massive shoulder was all it took to fling his progenitor all the way back into his barren tree-home. With the toothy smile that followed, the tree bent double, sealing Y'toptapta in a tomb of wood.