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After nearly two weeks of travel, the caravan was only a third of the way to it's destination. It's cargo was mostly passengers and the occasional sack of grain, which, judging by the occasional rustle and black shells moving between the seeds, was well on the way to rotting.

One of the passengers, a vulpine, sighed under his hooded cloak and peeked out the back to see what most would laughably call a road. Whatever the road workers put down to fill the potholes in, would either be washed away in the spring flood, the marshes seeming to have a rather corroding effect on anything that wasn't organic.

He suspected the rest of the road hadn't disintergrated like the repairs due to how much silt and grime was left on the stones, giving it some sort of protection from such elements.

He sighed once more and pulled his head back inside the canvas.

Why would a master of the arcane and alchemy live so far away from anything and anyone was beyond him. He had questioned the other passengers, but they either avoided the question or couldn't give a reasonable answer. The only intelligent one forthcoming was so he could have access to the more potent and rarer ingredients that lurked in between the trees, dirt and boggy water.

It was three weeks ago that the guild of mages obtained a rather stained and slightly mud streaked letter that had clearly seen better days, that was sent by the great alchemist known only to them as Cha'kaar, asking for a new assistant. The note did little to explain what had happened to the previous helper. He had gone out to collect ingredients and, quite simply, did not return.

After consultation between the elders of the order, they had decided to send Darrius, the young, fresh-faced fox off to be his new assistant. He was keen to accept and learn from such a master, but he had also been tasked with noting down anything unusual or alarming and to keep the report safe in his rune-sealed shoulder bag until he was ready to send it off to the mages guild. For what reason this had to be done, he did not know, only that he has needed replacement students more and more frequently. The elders were getting suspicious, as this was the fifth research assistant he has requested in nine months. The details of his mission were carefully penned on stain-resistant paper, and bound with spells, so that only Darrius and the elders could read what was on them.

The vulpine had gained some rather unusual looks from his other passengers whenever he seemed to stare fixedly at this seemingly blank paper, and had even been awoken when a ferret had tried to pickpocket his shoulder bag. The runes had given the back of his hand a nasty burn. The would-be thief was forced to walk the rest of the way as the caravans left him in the dust. If anything, this at least proved that the spells, runes and enchanments worked, and would enable him to carry out his duty without worry.

The caravans pulled up near the more bitter areas of the swamp a few days later beside a grim looking dog holding onto the reigns of a horse that had clearly seen better days. It's maine was mostly tufts and it was beginning to look rather raggedy and boney.

Darrius took in this somewhat sad sight, and trudged through the mud towards the mutt, who gave him a stare that seemed to knock what little courage he had out of him. He coughed and his voice nearly broke. "Err.. Excuse me? Are... are you the, um, gentleman who is to escort me through the swamp to err..." He faltered and jammed a hand into his shoulder bag, extracting a rather crumpled sheet of paper, handing it to the muscle-bound man. He snatched it from the boy's hands and as his eyes scanned over the page, Darrius took the mans face and etched it into his memory.

The mutt had clearly seen some action of a violent nature. Half of his ear was missing, the other half was quite ragged, as though someone or something had bitten it off rather uncleanly. Several scares marked his muzzle on the left side of his face, and a rather deep one ran over his left eye, it was pale and clouded. His fur was also a jet black, which made the pink of the scars and the white of his eye stand out easily.

After a few more moments of Darrius making a vallient if foolhardy effort not to step on the ground and get mud over the bottom of his robe, the mutt handed back the piece of paper. "Names Ebony." He croaked. "Not my real name, but it's easy enough for saps like you to remember." He gave a crooked smile, and the vulpine watched his scars dance a little as he did so. The smile vanished soon after as he held out his hand, palm up. "Payment." He barked.

"Oh, yes. Right, sorry..." He mumbled, fishing around in his bag, finally pulling out a small bag of coins. He placed them in Ebony's hand. As the hand withdrew to count the coins, he noticed the mutts ringfinger was missing up to the joint.

Darrius kicked a rock idily into the undergrowth, disturbing some kind of lizard which snapped at his foot as it scuttled past to look for a new place to lurk. Ebony flicked his ear, holding the money bag to his nose. "Their's only twenty pieces in here. Contract says fourty."

"I know." He replied. "Twenty now, twenty when I get there."

Ebony let out a small growl and clutched at the purse, his left hang gripped his scabbard, pushing the blade out with his thumb.

He swallowed and took a step back, the stammer returning to his voice. "L-look... I just don't... I don't want to be left in the swamp to rot... o-okay?"

Ebony stared at the vulpine in those baggy robes for a few seconds longer than comfortable and then cracked a smile, sheathing his sword, and jabbing his thumb at the mare. "Get on, don't fall off, and watch out for low hanging branches, alright?"

Relief pouring out of every fibre of his being, Darrius nodded, thanked and awkwardly shuffled his way to the tired old mare, managing to land on the saddle on the third attempt on the horse. After a few minutes of awkward tugging at the hem of his robe, he had to ask Ebony to stop so he could sit side-saddle; the mages uniform wasn't really made for people who ride or did much of anything other than pour over the books of people long dead and crush beetles into powder for various potions and brews.

Ebony leaned against a tree as Darrius rearranged himself on the mare, chuckling. "you've not got bad legs for a lass, you know?"

"I am not a lass!" He said hotly, but blushed all the same as he furiously tugged his robes back down over his calves, leaving only his mud-streaked sandals and toes visible. The mutt tipped his muzzle down as though to look over a pair of spectacles at the vulpine. "Are we done making ourselves look presentable for young man? Right! On we go."

Darrius opened his mouth to argue but was nearly jerked off the horse as the reigns were tugged on, causing the horse to start moving through the narrow path.

It was several hours, scratches and feminine jokes later that they arrived in a clearing and the horse slowed to a stop. "We're here." The hired hand tied the horse that Darrius had decided to name Beanpole to a nearby tree. He slipped off the horse and nearly tumbled into a small pool of scummy water a few feet from the hitching tree. Lifting his muzzle up, Darrius saw a rather depressing shack that looked as though it was held together with moss, mildew and rot.

He couldn't believe a master alchemist would want to set up in such an awful looking, and most likely, foul smelling place like that. Their was a fenced off area that encompassed a rather larger pool of still water, as well as a number of plants of various shades and blooms, but the nature of the place seemed to suck whatever bright colour existed in the petals or the leaves, leaving everything a shade of grey, tinged with green.

Just as he was contemplating on asking the mercenary to take him back to the road, that he felt a tap on his shoulder. before seeing a hand thrust past his cheek. The fingers twitched upwards twice, the missing ring finger gave it away as being Ebony. He rolled his eyes and dropped the other coin purse into the waiting hand, which withdrew, and the counting of money began. Halfway through the count, Darrius spun on the spot to face the one-eyed letch. "It's all there. Now, you remember the agreement, don't you?" He looked up from his counting for a moment and nodded.

"You have to come back every seven days to pick up a report from me, correct?"

A nod, followed by a "Yes." as he counted the coins again.

"And you take it back to the road to meet the messenger at duck, yes?"

A nod. "Yup."

"And that I need transport back to-"

Ebony put up a hand to cut him off. "To take you back to the city and the mages guild personally, as I am to be your bodyguard throughout the journey back in two months. Yes I know, your shocked, a hired sword that can read, count and form a coherent thought." He slid the coins back into their purse as Darrius spluttered. "I-I didn't mean to sound like that... I-"

"Listen to me, spell slinger, I didn't get to be my age and this battle scarred and not pick up the masteries of the written word. I read the orders, I have committed them to memory, so stop wasting your breath reciting my bloody orders or I'll split your brainpan in two, contract or not." The glare that followed stifled any kind of retort or comeback as Ebony untied his horse and began to walk her out of the clearing. "I'll be back in seven days for the first message, and I suggest you get inside before the sun sets, wee beasties turn into big beasties, if you get my meaning."

Darrius slid his eyes up to the sun and saw it beginning to hide behind the mountains, the flare of orange lighting up the sky as darkness began to set in. Soon the moons would be out and whatever was rustling in the trees prompted the mages legs into action, and he was soon at the door panting as he knocked, rifling around in his bag, just as the door opened a crack. A green eye was pressed against it. "Yes?" It said.

"Err, I'm here from the mages guild, sir. I have err... a note here somewhere..." After a few frantic seconds of digging, he pulled out an impressive scroll of paper. He made to slip it through the door, but a hand pushed it back. "No no, just show me the seal."

Feeling a little bewildered, he held the gold and wax seal up to the eye, and after a second or two, the door was opened a little wider, light spilling out into the rapidly darkening world. "Aah, the new lad, come in, come in." He beamed as he greatfully slipped into the warmth of the small shack.

The first thing he saw was the fireplace. A simple stone affair with a crackling fire and something bubbling in the stewpot, the smell caused his stomach to grumble. "Hungry, are we? Well sit down and I'll get you a bowl."

"Thanks-" was all he could manage as he turned to his new teacher. Darrius blinked a few times as he noticed that the tutor was naked, aside from a loin cloth that hid all but the bare essentials, and arround his neck were several necklaces of bones and clay tags with various runes carved into them. Clearly, he'd gone native.

Cha'kaar bustled past him with a bowl and ladled a few dollops of the thick mixture into the bowl, turning to see his new protogie. "Well, sit down and stop gawping, child."

Darrius' jaw clacked shut and his knees bent, in one swift movement as his rump met the stool. The bowl was placed in front of him with a handcarved wooden spoon slotted into the middle. As Cha'kaar was busying himself with a fresh bowl, Darrius opened his mouth to ask a question but was interrupted by the growling of his stomach, the stews smell over-riding everything else. He spooned the near burning mixture into his maw, just as the seat opposite was taken. "I thought that folks from the city waited until their elders had taken the first bite before tucking in themselves."

Darrius covered his mouth and coughed a few times, gasping for air, his eyes watering a little. "I'm sorry." He croaked. "but I've spent a long time on the road and this is the first hot meal I've had in weeks... Thank you." This was to proffered metal goblet filled with mead, and surprisingly, it was refreshingly cool.

Cha'kaar chuckled and waved his hand. "oh don't apoligise, child. We're miles from the old men of the guild, their's no need to stand on ceremony here. I only ask that you don't heed my advice and wisdom." He set his elbows on the table and leaned forward, resting his muzzle on his hands, the clay tag on his lower necklace in danger of getting covered in potato. "Now, I suppose you're wondering about the rather... eccentric look. The necklace the earrings and so on." His ear twitched and Darrius noticed, half covered by the fuzz of his cheeks, yet another clay tag, one on each ear.

The vulpine nodded at the grey wolf, carefully setting his spoon down with a click. "That was one of the things I was wondering, yes."

"Well, I don't know if you've noticed, but the runes are wards. Protects against all of those insects and poisionous creatures. Well, the smaller ones that is. Makes it difficult to gather insects for my research and to replenish my stocks though." He chuckled, as did Darrius, if a little forced.

He rubbed his chin as he watched the wolf on the other side of the table, not wanting to upset the man he would be spending the next few months with. "I was also wondering on your choice of... garments as well." He finished lamely.

"Oh? This?" The wolf stood up, and Darrius flicked his ears foward, forcing the hood a little over his eyes to prevent him from seeing it in all of it's glory. Cha'kaar hooked a finger under the hood and flipped it up, revealing Darrius' face.

His face was thin, even for a vulpine, and his eyes darted from his masters eyes to the corner of the room. What glimpses he saw confirmed they were a dark brown. The fur was a beautiful deep red with his short hair a jet-black.

Cha'kaar tilted his head. a little, then snapped his fingers. "Ooh, I take it you're a bit shy? I'm afraid you'll have to get used to that, because as you've noticed, it's rather muddy and horrid out there, and robes get in the way, but with this..." He tugged on the front flap of the loin cloth that caused another twitch of Darrius' eyes. "...I can avoid most of the muck, and remain decent." He sat back down again and he could see the vulpine sending up a small, silent thank you to whichever diety was listening.

The wolf smirked and waved his hand. "Eat your stew before it gets cold, and I'm sure you'll get used to my choice of clothing soon enough."

Darrius sighed inwardly and finished off his stew and mead in silence, setting the goblet down on the table. "How did you get mead all the way out here, and how did you get it so cold?" Cha'kaar smiled softly and hooked his finger over the lip of the goblet and tapped the inside, and upon peeking in with some light, Darrius saw the faint carving of a mages circle. "Not a very powerful one, of course, just enough to keep it cool, as I find trying to drink a small block of ice rather difficult." He reached over and patted the vulpine on the shoulder. "Come, I'll show you where you can get some rest. Big day tomorrow." With that, he disappeared out of the only door in the cramped space, leaving him alone for a moment to take in the room.

It was rather cramped, with the fireplace directly opposite the door, and the small round table set to the left of the door along with a cupboard containing more wooden bowls, plates, cutlery, and even some metal versions of these supplies. The fireplace had the usual assortment hanging over the ash pit, ladels, toasting forks and various things to tend the fire, as well as various herbs and bundles of root vegitables, either hanging by stalks or in little nets. And finally on the other side was a bookshelf seperated in two. The lower half containing tomes of various sizes, and the top half was a colourful selection of ingredients. A table and chair were set up next to it, and from what Darrius could see as he hurried past into the other room were the usual odds and ends of alchemists. A motar and pedestal, glass flutes, measuring jugs and the like. It looked as though he had disturbed the alchemist halfway through making something, as a mixture was bubbling away on a low heat and several ingredients were laid out, ready to be ground into useable components.

The vulpine poked his head into the next room, which was covered by a piece of cloth hanging over the door, and his jaw dropped. The back room was large enough to be a dining hall fit for the higher classes. A dresser set against one wall and a desk, complete with a metal mirror, polished to a reflective shine. And in the middle sat the biggest bed he had seen in his life, large enough to be a four poster bed, and there was Cha'kaar, laying some kind of large animal hide on the bed. "We don't have sheets out here, so you'll have to make do with the hides to keep you warm." He patted Darrius' shoulder as he made to leave. "Wait!" He cried. "You can't expect me to take your bed for the night. Where will you sleep?"

Cha'kaar stopped on the step and pointed to the corner of the room beside the entrance, near the dresser. A door was set against the wood. "It leads to the basement, I have a small bunk set up there for when I need to monitor the more sensitive brews I cook up." With that, he stepped into the other room and closed the curtain across the door. "Also..." He called out. "...Their's some spare clothes you can borrow in the dresser for tomorrow in the second and third drawer, and don't try to open the first one, it's sealed shut."

With that, the sound of stone grinding against stone was heard as he continued with his work.

A little flummoxed by this generosity, it took a few moments for Darrius to react. He moved to the bed and felt the pelts were soft clean, and nicely warm. He sighed a with a little hint of joy. A warm bed after weeks of camping in some horrid little caravan or a bedroll. Bliss! He spied a jug and bowl on top of the dresser, and poured out some water. To his mild surprise it was warm, and steamed slightly. Yet another magic circle, he likes his comforts.

Little did he know that the wolf was watching through a gap in the curtains as Darrius dropped his bag beside the bedpost and undid his belt, the loose robes slipped off onto the floor, revealing almost all and leaving very little to the imagination. His undergarments were the only thing he wore under his robes, and they too, joined the pile. Cha'kaar bit his lip a little, watching the thin young creature before him rinsing the dirt and collective filth out of his fur with a washcloth. How such a body belonged to a mind like that was beyond his knowledge, each shake of the hips as he walked, the swish of his tail, and his thin form were almost too much for him. He bit into his finger as the vulpine cleaned his sheath, turning away before he would bite down through to bone.

After a short while of rinsing the dried and caked in dirt between his toes and pawpads, he slipped into the bed of animal hides, the bedside candle was soon extinguished and the twins, silence and darkness fell.

Cha'kaar swore to himself. Not again! He thought. Not again! Why must they taunt me so? Just like all the others that wretched guild has sent! He sighed and pushed aside the current project, bringing up two small bottles of light green and dark purple liquids. He pulled the stoppers off each bottle and carefully added a few drops of the purple liquid to the green, before stoppering them both and placing the purple one away. He picked up the neck of the bottle with his fingertips and gently swilled the liquid around in a circle, letting the concoctions mix well.

This is the final one. He told himself. The absolute, final one. I will not corrupt him like the others. I will not, I will be careful, and I will not corrupt him...

The mixture, now well blended, had turned, despite the previous colours, a pale, sky blue, and a gentle mist was rising from the surface, kept in place by the stopper. He pulled out a small vial of dark red liquid from a drawer, popped the top, and downed the contents in one mouthful.

With a few minutes before it kicked in, he contemplated what he was about to do. While waiting for the solution to take effect, he realised he'd been rubbing his sheath for a good few minutes, the loincloth tenting from his shaft, revealing glimpses of his length from the cloth.

The curtain was twitched aside, and without making a sound, crept towards the vulpines beside and, with one smooth movement, uncorked the bottle quietly and carefully wafted the neck under Darrius' nose. The mist rose and slid into his breathing form, despite a minor twitch from his fingers, all was well. Cha'kaar set the bottle on the bedside table, with the cork off, letting the mist gently slip out and into the room. The wolf gently shook Darrius awake, who yawned and blinked a few times before fixing his unfocused eyes on the wolf's form, a small smile forming as he gazed into those green eyes. "Well, hello you." This was said in a sweet, gentle tone, and Cha'kaar had noticed that the vulpine's eyes had changed colour from deep brown to light blue.

He felt a paw run from his lower chest, and slowly snake it's way down his belly to his loincloth, and finally, his shaft. He let out a small, well concealed moan as the delicate fingers traced up and down it's length, twitching aside the cloth. "And hello you." Once again, said in that sweet, syrupy voice as he inched his muzzle closer, a gentle lick, carressing the tip caused a deeper moan to rise from the wolf, especially as the vulpine's hand had found his orbs and we carressing them and rolling them between his fingers.

Cha'kaar set his knee on the bed and pulled Darrius' head towards his hips, slipping more of his girthy inches into that sweet, delicate muzzle of his. With each flick of his tongue and gentle carressing of his sac netted yet another moan from the lupines throat. After a few gentle minutes, Darrius slipped off his inches and made for his orbs, lapping one into his maw. This sent a shuddering gasp through Cha'kaar, and a small jet of pre to land on one of the pelts.

It had been too long since his last assistant had been intimate with him, nearly six weeks since his last, and he became desperate and gave into temptation once again. But after this, he would not let his emotions get in the way again.

Cha'kaar slid aside the pelt covering his vulpines lower body, to reveal his shaft, already rock hard, with signs of the knot beginning to swell. he slipped between Darrius' legs and lifted his rump upwards, causing a small moan to escape those delecate lips as his master pressed the lubricated tip against his tailhole.

The bottle was roughly a third empty by this point, and the mist floated around the pair, and with each breath in, the more Darrius enjoyed it, the more beautiful he felt and the greater his attraction to the strapping, gentle wolf who would take his lover to pleasures he'd never before knew existed.

With a powerful, but slow push, the head of his member slipped inside the tight, but willing passage of his lover, causing him to gasp a lungful of the sickly sweet mist, a moan tearing from his throat as more inches were slid in. His heart fluttered like a bird in a cage as he wrapped his arms around the bulky wolf, raking his fingers through the clean, silky-smooth fur.

With a small grunt, Cha'kaar slowly pulled back, only to thrust into his partner, slowly at first, causing another deep moan, the vulpine twitching and writheing beneath him as he worked up his rhythum. His own knot was already swelling, which was only forced along by the constant nippings, licks and sweet nothings whispered into his ear in a breathless voice, almost begging him to knot inside the poor creature, to hold him and warm his soul throughout the night.

Darrius let out a short series of pleasured gasps, and Cha'kaar knew that in his pleasurable little fantasy, that he was forcing his rapidly swelling knot into the poor creatures tailhole, and slowed despite protests and begging from beneath him. The knot had swollen fully, and was now much too large to push into the poor creature without seriously hurting him, even with the effects of the mist. However, he did make it feel like he was knotting his delicate form as he picked up the thrusts, pushing hard, making the vulpine dig his claws into his back as he called out to the gods as he climaxed, his seed soaking into the fur of his chest, the next few shots landing on his belly as he gasped, moaned and writhed in pleasure beneath him.

However, the wolf wasn't done, and slammed his knot against him, causing Darrius to gasp rapidly in pleasure, the knot hammering at his tailhole before Cha'kaar climaxed himself, his own moan was deep and laden with pleasure as his seed filled the poor creature to the brim. The vulpine wrapped an arm around his neck and peppered his lover with kisses on his muzzle, each one ending in a thank you. The lupine carefully slipped his shaft from his lover and gently fended off his showers of affection. He cooed and stroked and whispered in his ear until sleep took him, and he dozed, contented.

Cha'kaar let out a small sigh of relief, mixed with sadness as he gently tugged the pelts back over his vulpines sleeping form and slipped out of bed, grabbing the glass bottle and upending the mixture over the top of Darrius' head. The liquid, upon leaving the bottle, turned into more mist and, after grabbing his loincloth, headed to the small door, pausing for a moment to whisper across the room. "It was just a dream." before closing the door shut.

Over the next few minutes, the mist hovered over his form, even slipping between the sheets, soaking up the spilt seed, changing it into yet more mist, all of which was breathed in, leaving the young fox clean, healthy and unnaware of what transpired as the last wisps of mist disappeared into his muzzle.