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Spirit Bound

Author: plainwalk

Editor: Lycanthromancer

Disclaimer: This story is set in a reflection of our world, with Furs instead of humans and with magic and magic beings. There will be gay sex, sex amongst minors (depending on the age restrictions of your local laws), and gay incest. Other forms of gay relations may appear in later stories. Read only if it is legal to do so where you are; I am not responsible for any of your violations of your local laws. This story is set in a fictional neighbourhood close to Bayer's Lake, in Nova Scotia, Canada, on the outskirts of a larger version of Halifax, and will mention other real-world locations for ease of reference, but expect many changes.

The magic in this world is kept by hidden from the world at large by the agreement of the Arcane Society (world-spanning guild of magic practitioners), the Knights Templar (Furs opposed to magic and magic creatures), and inherently magical beings like Spirits (generally look like Furs, but have unique abilities tied to a natural location or phenomena). Furs have senses comparable to humans.

Chapter 1: Best Worst Day

Nathanial Marks was woken once again by his youngest brother, Micah, bouncing on his bed. "Wake up, Nats! It's time to get ready for school!"

Nathanial groaned and rolled over. "Ok, Micah, I'll get up. You could've just knocked, or let my alarm wake me up in two minutes, you know. Now scat and get ready yourself. I'll get breakfast going after I shower." Nathanial watched as Micah scampered off and heard him attacking their middle brother, Nicholas. 'How can he have that much energy in the morning?'

He quickly rolled out of bed and grabbed a towel to wrap around his naked body before heading to the washroom.

Nathanial was an almost sixteen year old Akita Inu, and was starting his first year of high school today, but looking in the full-length mirror in the washroom, he didn't think he looked like it. Sure he was tall enough, having reached 170 centimetres over the summer, and girls seemed to like his light orange-red markings and blue eyes. His muzzle still held a bit of that puppy look, and he wasn't at all intimidating. He wrinkled his muzzle and black nose into a mock snarl, but even he had to admit it looked cute and not scary. Even the rest of his body still had puppy traits -- his fur still remained primarily puppy fluff, and not the thicker adult coat he should be getting. He wasn't fat, but he carried a little extra weight on his chest and belly, just enough to ensure any muscles would remain hidden. He was just glad he didn't have to take gym anymore, as high school students needed to take showers after gym class; his fluff always embarrassed him. He glanced down at his sheath hanging limp between his legs. He was glad that he was at least getting an adult fur pattern around his sheath. It made him look a bit less like a puppy. He noticed that it was starting to plump up at the slightest thought of showering together with a bunch of guys, so he quickly went to empty his bladder and then stepped into the shower.

Almost as if that was a cue, Nicholas barged into the washroom, walked over the chilly tiles to the toilet, and started to pee. Nathanial glanced around the curtain of the shower stall at his brother as the water started to warm. Nicholas was also fifteen, but starting grade nine. His grades were comparable with Nathanial's, keeping him firmly on the honour roll, which would have impressed their parents, should they have bothered to notice. He was just starting his growth spurt, and measured 162 centimetres at the last measurement, and also had light reddish-orange markings. His eyes, however, matched their mother's brilliant gold, but had none of coldness hers had. Like Nathanial, he also had puppy fluff; even his pubic region just had a small tuft of adult fur around the base of his penis.

"You could have waited until I was done, you know," Nathanial remarked sarcastically before ducking back around the curtain. Seeing his naked brother, combined with the thoughts of showering with a bunch of jocks, made his erection reach its full 15 centimetres, and a pearl of precum was forming on the tip of his penis. Even his knot was slightly swollen.

"Meh. I needed to go now, but hurry up anyway. I need to shower, too." From the sounds of things, his brother had finished peeing, and he'd lowered the lid of the toilet, obviously waiting for Nathanial to say he could flush.

Nathanial started to soap up, trying to ignore his erection, and stepped clear of the water. "Ok, you can flush." He hoped Nicholas would leave then so he'd have some privacy, but he doubted it.

Nathanial rolled his eyes when Nicholas flushed the toilet and then sat down on the lid and started chatting. He sighed inwardly and finished his shower.

After showering and trying to hide his still achingly hard dick with a towel, he stepped out of the shower stall and let Nicholas in. He flinched slightly at the chill the tiles sent through the black pads of his hindpaws, inwardly shaking his head at the complete lack of inhibitions his brother exhibited. Nathanial cast a quick fur drying spell and went to his room.

The way Nicholas wandered around naked all the time, it was a good thing the three of them lived in the finished basement. Their parents never came downstairs, giving them complete privacy. Nathanial didn't think it was a coincidence that their mother made sure there would be no reason to go upstairs except for meals, and even then there was a small kitchenette in the basement to make snacks.

Micah would probably be upstairs getting his school gear together, but Nathanial figured his baby brother would start dashing around the large house soon.

Stubbornly ignoring his equally stubborn penis, Nathanial closed his door and started to dress in his new school uniform. He was going to a private school this year, Dalhousie Collegiate, which started up a few years ago in their neighbourhood. He liked the uniform, even if it was fairly standard: black slacks, belt, and jacket, a green and silver tie, a green vest, and a white shirt. The school crest, a raven holding a shield emblazoned with a mayflower, was stitched on the left breast of his jacket.

Once done, Nathanial grabbed his book bag and went up to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Micah was there at the table wearing new designer jeans and a tee-shirt (even if their mother ignored them, she made sure they dressed in expensive clothes so people could see "her" money), with four place settings out, along with the juice, milk, and cereal.

Micah's black fur looked very dark, but then again it always did; the area around his eyes and the bottom of his muzzle were the only spots on his body that had cream-coloured fur, and they offset the black shockingly. His gold eyes seemed to dance in his face as he beamed up at his brother from the table. At times Nathanial was inclined to believe the stories about Fey Changelings, as Micah had neither of their parents' personalities about him. He may have looked somewhat like their parents, especially with Mom's eyes, but that was where the similarities ended.

Knowing how much his mom hated magic, he was certain that if Micah was a Changeling he wouldn't be living here. Having a nearly magickless Mage for a husband was bad enough. Perhaps even the slight magic her children had, and the fact they had to learn and practice some magic to keep control of it, were the reasons they were confined to the basement. Well, for all intents and purposes. It wasn't official, but Nathanial knew the sentiment was there. Their dad didn't care, and was usually off on some business trip or other. When he was home, he locked himself in his study, going over financial stuff, or was out golfing or drinking.

"What?" Nathanial asked, jarred from his thoughts by something Micah asked.

Micah rolled his eyes. "I asked if Mom was going to see us off today. And if you are awake, and what you are staring at."

Nathanial smiled and walked over to the counter, ruffling his brother's fur as he walked by. "Go brush your fur and wash, if you haven't already; Nicholas should be done with his shower now. No, Mom won't see us off. She hasn't seen you off to school once, even for your first day of primary. Yes, I'm awake. And I was staring at the Changeling sitting at the table." He saw his brother's face drop, and remembered how much Micah hated those stories.

Nathanial walked back and gave him a quick hug. "Joking. I was just thinking about how cool my baby brother is turning out. I was also mad at Mom for never bothering to wake up to see us off for school, even on the first day of the year. Now scat while I make the toast and eggs. Scrambled?"

Micah smiled and nodded before dashing off downstairs, his tail wagging at top speed.

Nathanial watched him go. The pup was probably starting puberty, and while he already had Sex Ed in school and Nathanial explained the basics to him too, Micah likely had more questions. Nathanial knew how important a simple acknowledgement, a "Yes, that is normal," could be, or even the knowledge that someone was there to talk to. He would probably have to encourage Micah to practice his magic more often, as hormones could make control difficult. The last thing they needed was the Arcane Society knocking on the door, or worse, the Knights Templar. Dad used to scare him with stories of those two orders descending in wrath on those guilty of allowing their magic to run rampant.

Nathanial finished making breakfast and served it onto three of the four settings as Micah and Nicholas emerged from the basement.

"Hurry up you two, your busses will be here soon. You have all of your gear, Nick? Mike?" He got yes from both, and wolfed down his food. "I'm running a little late. Thanks for setting up the table, Micah. If you could tidy up before leaving, Nick, it'll save a scolding from Mother the next time we see her. Supper, probably. Have fun guys!" he called, dashing out the door.

He grabbed his bike from the garage and set off down the driveway to the gate. He gave a flick with his magic to activate the button on his remote, opening the gate at the end of the walled yard, and set off through the affluent community to school.

Nathanial cycled up to the new school, noting that the sparse-looking gardens hadn't finished growing in yet. He found a space at the bike racks to lock his bike up and followed his orientation map to his locker. He'd just put his extra supplies in when he heard the timbre of the conversation around him change.

He saw the crowd swirl around someone heading his way before it parted and a small pup walked up to a locker a few spaces away. Well, not that small. He was about thirteen or fourteen, maybe 160 centimetres tall, and very lean. He was a Rottweiler, but quite lean, though he looked like he may fill out well when he got older, and his ears and tail were uncropped. The pup's eyes were a deep brown and seemed to see right through you.

His eyes and choker were probably what grabbed everyone's attention.

The choker was worn above his collar, below his jaw line, and was quillwork with a Native design on it. Attached to the front, hanging over his tie, was a black feather. The choker was against school policy, but the principal probably made an exception on cultural grounds, as the kid was probably part Mi'kmaq.

His eyes, though, were downright scary. His face was also kept perfectly emotionless, and would look perfect as the face of a killer robot in an old horror movie: cute and terrifying at the same time.

Nathanial gave a start at that thought. 'He probably would be really cute if he just smiled.' He jumped again. 'Gah! Homeroom!' Grabbing his map, he looked for it in a panic.

"I beg your pardon, but if you are looking for homeroom 10-A, you may follow me." The voice was soft and sounded like it had just started to deepen.

Nathanial looked up to see the odd pup looking at him. "Eh? Um, ah, yes, I'm in that class. Thanks."

"You are quite welcome. My name is Liam Smith. Please follow me." Nathanial couldn't detect any accent, but his English was too...formal. Every syllable was enunciated clearly, the cadence precise, and the spacing and tempo perfect. Definitely a creepy killer robot.

"Um, thanks. I'm Nathanial, Nathanial Marks."

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Marks."

Nathanial could almost hear a Japanese -san added to the end of his name, and he hid a smile. 'I read too many manga.' He followed close behind Liam, as people seemed to sense the Rottweiler 's approach and stepped clear of his path. They soon arrived at home room. "Thank you for your help, Smith-san," Nathanial said with a bow and a half-smile.

"It was my honour, Marks-san." Liam returned the bow with no hint of a smile or indication he noticed anything odd, before spinning on his left hindpaw and striding into the classroom.

The room was fairly spacious: a shiny white tile floor, potted plants by the windows, muted colours on the walls, and a large wooden desk for the teacher at the front of the class to his left. A Canadian flag hung over the door, and the new desks were arranged in four columns of five rows facing the door and the teacher's desk.

Ms. Paul, a pretty young lynx, was standing by the desk in her school uniform: a long black skirt with the same vest as her students, and a white shirt. The women and girls wore a kerchief around their necks instead of a tie, and teachers wore green and silver armbands. She checked her list and said, "Liam, row three, column three. Nathanial, row one, column two."

"Your pardon Ms. Paul, but I believe the note in my file states I prefer to be addressed by surname. If it does not, I would appreciate the note to be included at your earliest convenience."

Nathanial and everyone else in the class stared at him.

Ms. Paul's large tawny gold eyes also widened in surprise. "I saw the note, Smith, but it seemed overly formal. You don't care for your first name?"

Liam turned from his walk to his seat. "I care for formality, Ms. Paul. Thank you for your attention in the matter, though."

Nathanial noticed he was still standing by the door and blushed while hurrying to his seat, while Ms. Paul resumed directing the other students to their seats. Nathanial sat up straighter when he saw two Wolves walk into the class. He assumed they were sixteen, being in grade ten, but they looked very mature.

The first was around 185 centimetres, and very fit. He had icy blue eyes, pure white fur, and his nose and paw pads were light pink. He had no trace of puppy fur, and even had a slightly longer tuft of fur at the tip of his chin. Nathanial could barely tear his eyes from this broad-shouldered hunk to look at the guy standing at his shoulder.

He was slightly shorter, by about five centimetres, in fact, and had smoke grey fur with slightly darker timber wolf markings. His eyes were also icy blue, and he had a black nose and paw pads. He looked as fit as the other Wolf, but was broader and heavier set. He had no chin tuft, but Nathanial noticed with jealousy there was no trace of puppy fluff anywhere.

"Geoff, row two, column two. Faelen, row two column three. That's everyone; let's begin home room. Reviewing the school rules..."

The white Wolf sat right behind Nathanial and the grey one sat in front of Liam and beside his friend. Nathanial sat up straighter as he paid attention to the teacher, wanting to get the school season off to a good start. He could fantasize about the Wolf sitting behind him later.

At lunch, Nathanial went to his locker to grab lunch money from his wallet. He learned in junior high it was usually a bad idea to carry money on him while in school; he seemed to be a frequent target of bullies. He sighed inwardly at the thought of eating lunch alone, but he didn't want to intrude on anyone. 'Maybe Liam, I mean Smith, will want to eat lunch with me. Probably not; he doesn't seem to like people.' As he reached his locker he noticed Liam grabbing a lunch bag from his own locker. Nathanial steeled himself to ask when several students, two guys and three girls, surrounded Liam.

"Hey brat, I think you're in the wrong school. Pups go to elementary!" one guy said as he slammed Liam's locker shut.

Liam said nothing, but spun the combination lock closed. He turned to leave, but noticed he was surrounded.

The first bully continued, "Hey look guys, look. He thinks he's an Indian with a lucky feather."

A second guy moved to grab the feather when there was a flash of movement. Nathanial wasn't sure what happened, but he heard the sound of flesh hitting a locker as the second bully lurched forward and then fell back into the first guy, blood streaming from his nose.

The remaining bullies stepped away uncertainly, as did Nathanial; he'd learned not to present himself as an alternate target when bullies shifted focus.

Liam remained standing there with a little blood staining a fresh dent in his locker. "The proper term is Native, Native American, or First Nations. Mi'kmaq to be precise. Indians are from India, which, if you do not know, is quite far from here. The feather is the mark of a shaman, and is a sacred item. Do not touch it please, especially with the disrespect you are exhibiting. I also suggest that you refrain from bullying students, as you will end up in trouble otherwise. Now, if you will excuse me, I wish to eat lunch in peace. Good day." Liam then picked his way through the crowd, slowing slightly as he walked past Geoff and Faelen.

Nathanial ducked through the crowd in the opposite direction, heading to the cafeteria as opposed to the exit.

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Geoff left his class with Faelen, heading to his locker to drop off his books before lunch. He strode through hallway dodging clusters of people, working to conceal his distaste. "Have I ever said how much I hate crowds, Faelen? I'm just glad this is a private school, with fewer people. I'd go mad in the crowds of a public school," he muttered to his friend. He grimaced as he heard Faelen chuckle, then stiffened as he heard the noise of a gathering crowd. He hurried toward the sound, knowing Faelen would follow.

Nearing his destination, he arrived to see Liam smash someone's face into a locker. Geoff could barely follow the movements, and his eyes widened in surprise as he exclaimed, "He's good!"

Faelen murmured assent. They continued to their lockers at a slower pace, noting that Liam's locker was fairly close to theirs. They paused to watch Liam, and as Liam slowed down while walking past, the Rottweiler glanced over at the two Wolves with a slightly puzzled expression on his face.

Faelen whispered to Geoff after they reached their lockers, "Did he just try to smell us? I swear I heard him sniff at us when he walked by."

Geoff looked over at him with a raised eyebrow before turning back to his locker and whispering, "I didn't hear anything, but you notice things I don't. That pup is a cawhake, no mistake." Geoff caught a glimpse of distaste and annoyance on Faelen's face as he said that, but he forgot about it when he saw a hint of motion on his other side. He jerked his arm back as a girl from homeroom tried to grab it.

"Jeffrey! Sit with us, won't you?" a Pekinese girl from homeroom, named Betty, said as she batted her eyelashes and pushed her breasts forward.

Geoff struggled not to growl at her. Two more girls stood by her, both black Poodles; one of them had been with the crew that tried to bully Liam. "It's Geoff, not Jeffrey. Thank you for the offer, but I don't associate with bullies," he said, looking pointedly at the offender.

The first girl looked at her and gasped, "Mary! Were you hanging out with those brutes again? I told you they'd get you in trouble." She stepped forward to press herself against Geoff, but he dodged again. "Won't you forgive her? She won't do it again, Jeffrey."

"It's Geoff, and no, I'm not the one she needs to apologize to, so I can't forgive her. And don't touch me. I like my personal space, so back off." He felt his temper rising, so he quickly stepped around her and rushed to the lunchroom, ignoring the venom in her glare at being dismissed. He then noticed he didn't grab his wallet and groaned.

"I got mine, Geoff. Let's line up and get some food. Forget the hussy," Faelen said.

Geoff could hear the laughter in Faelen's voice, but chose to ignore it. He gave a short nod and joined the line.

In short order he had his food and scanned the room. It was a large area, with tables suited for four to six people crowded in it. From the ceiling hung four banners bearing the school crest on them, and the left-paw wall (facing away from the lunch counter) had a mural of a rocky coast; he guessed it was somewhere in Nova Scotia. The centre of the room was crowded, with people he assumed were the cheerleaders and jocks taking up the centre-most positions. In the far corner he saw a table with just one other person at it; he wracked his brain and came up with the name: Nathanial. He moved across the room toward the table.

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"Hey."

Nathanial raised his head with a start. Geoff and Faelen were standing there with trays of food. 'Gods, even his voice sends shivers down my spine, and right to my dick.' He could feel his ears getting warm, but managed to squeak out, "H... Um, h-hi." He stared down at his food.

"May we sit here?"

Nathanial could swear he felt them laughing at him already, and wasn't sure if this was a dream or nightmare come to life. He hoped dream. "Y-Yeah. Please have a seat." 'Manners never hurt,' he thought.

Geoff and Faelen pulled out their chairs. Geoff sat next to Nathanial so he could also face out into the room, and Faelen sat across from Nathanial. Geoff extended his paw. "I'm Geoff, this is Faelen. I guess we share several classes."

Nathanial decided on dream, and, as he turned to shake Geoff's paw, he wished as hard as he could that it wouldn't suddenly turn into a wet dream. He could already feel his underwear getting a little sticky from all his precum.

Nathanial floated through lunch, learning a little about Geoff and Faelen. They were from just outside of Cork, Ireland, and moved into town a few weeks ago with their fathers. Faelen's dad worked for Geoff's father as bodyguard and housekeeper, while Geoff's father was a member of a wealthy family and handled all of the family's finances. Geoff's mom was a reporter in Ireland, and was still there with Geoff's sister. She would be visiting most weekends, work permitting. Faelen's mom died when he was still young.

He wondered if Geoff's and Faelen's dads were "together," but was afraid to ask. "Bodyguard" and "housekeeper" sounded a little suspicious. 'Nah, it's Geoff I want to be gay, not his dad. It's probably just me getting my hopes up. Speaking of getting up, I better get some of this glue out of my underwear before it leaks through.' He headed off to the men's room, not noticing Geoff nudge Faelen with a toothy grin before following him.

He nodded to Liam, who was leaving the washroom as he entered. In the washroom, he made sure it was empty before grabbing some tissue and stepping up to a urinal. He had just opened his pants and pulled down his underwear, allowing his aching erection to stand tall, when he saw Geoff step up beside him and look over.

Geoff voice was polite and kind as he said, "Sorry if I made your drawers tacky. You were fidgeting so much at the table, I thought I'd check on you."

Nathanial thought he'd die of embarrassment. There he was in the washroom, a dripping dick jutting out of a pair of wet underwear, barely any adult fur in sight, with a wad of toilet paper in paw.

Geoff was still facing the urinals, no longer looking at Nathanial, when he pulled out his sheath to take a leak. "You better hurry up and pat your drawers a bit drier, the next class is about to start."

Nathanial could see part of Geoff's sheath from where he was, and it wasn't helping keep his underwear dry. He patted the front as well as he could and stuck a small wad of the clean paper to the end of his penis to soak up any further drops, before putting everything away. He walked self-consciously to the garbage to toss the wet toilet paper away when he noticed Faelen standing back in the corner, waiting and grinning evilly. He stifled a groan and washed as fast as he could before running out. He choked back a sob as he imagined them laughing as he left.

For the rest of the day he couldn't meet Geoff's eyes, despite sharing another class with him. He could still feel Geoff's paw from when he introduced himself, and he could still feel the shame at getting caught with his dripping erection in paw. He rushed to the bike racks as the last bell rang, desperate to get home to avoid Geoff and to finally get a chance to jerk off. As he unlocked his bike, he heard the voice he was dreading and hoping for.

"The Graces keep throwing us together today, don't they?" Geoff said as he unlocked his own bike. Faelen was beside him with his own bicycle.

"The who?"

Liam stepped up from behind Nathanial, seemingly out of thin air. "Graces, three. Also known as the Fates or Furies depending upon their mood. From the Hellenic religion, which is oft referred to as the Olympic religion because of the gods of Mount Olympus. The Fates were originally called the Moirae. Often confused or compared with the Norns of the Norse mythos."

Nathanial looked down at the ground as he scuffed it with his hindpaw, paws clasped behind his back. His voice was quiet, betraying his embarrassment. "I, um, know who the Fates are. I just never heard them called that before."

Liam continued as if he wasn't interrupted. "By referring to them in this fashion, it appears our classmate from Cork is happy to see you again."

Faelen's eyes narrowed. "How'd you know we're from Cork?"

"Be at peace, O'Conall. I am very familiar with the accent. It is quite unmistakable. In fact, I would wager you are from the lands just to the south of Cork, along the western side of the harbour, yes?"

Faelen seemed to relax slightly. "Yes, you're right. But there're other ways you could have learned where we're from."

Liam cocked his head slightly. "Yes, that is true. I have just met you today, and have not had an opportunity to delve into the mystery surrounding you, unless you are inferring that I am involved with the reason you suddenly moved here. I am not. However, your reasons are of no concern to me, and I have other things occupying my time. In fact, I should be leaving to catch the bus. Good day, Marks, O'Conall, McDougal." He turned and strode off toward the street.

Nathanial turned to Geoff. "There is a mystery around you? I think that's a pot calling the kettle black, myself."

Geoff laughed. "Definitely a cawhake. Def..."

"Geoff! Your dad's said many times he doesn't like you using regional slang. You're lucky he doesn't care for the Brits or you'd be forced to use 'Her' English," Faelen scolded.

"Cawhake? What's a cawhake?" Nathanial asked.

Faelen's nose wrinkled as he grimaced and sighed. "Fey, queer, peculiar, odd, whatever."

Nathanial smiled. "He's odd and peculiar. I don't know if he is gay, though. He doesn't look like an elf or pixie, or any other Fey I've ever heard of, though many of them use magic to disguise themselves. I think they'd be better actors than he is."

Geoff looked over steadily at him with an arched eyebrow. "You are that familiar with fairy tales? I know they're common in Ireland, but even there the old stories are being replaced by the Disney versions. And who said anything about Liam being gay?"

Nathanial felt confused and flustered, and he could feel his ears turning bright red. 'The least thing this guy says sends the blood rushing around my body.' "I... I, um... Faelen was saying it meant queer, and queer is another word for gay, so I, um..." He trailed off.

Faelen smiled slightly. "I didn't mean queer that way. Besides..." He stopped himself, and changed what he was about to say. "...I think Geoff was more curious about his classmate reading fairy tales."

Nathanial thought he turned an even brighter shade of red. "This is Nova Scotia, or New Scotland. There were lots of Scottish fairy tales here, but, yeah, few people tell them anymore. Some of the more traditional local stores still carry books on them, along with the tartans, pipes, and other traditional stuff." He didn't mention his father taught him a bit about the Fey when he taught him magic, or that he read anything he could get his paws on about the Hidden World, the world of magic. "Um. I, um, should get home to be there when my brothers get home, eh? Oh, I should check to see what...um. A moment, please." He pulled out his cell and checked his texts. He was right; his mother left him one saying she'd be out late again. A meeting at the ladies' community group, then a dinner party, followed by a church event. He doubted he'd see her before tomorrow, if then. Micah would be crushed. Again.

He was pulled from his sombre thoughts by Geoff saying, "Something wrong?"

The extra blood had left Nathanial's face by this point, and rushed down to his other head at the obvious concern in Geoff's voice, which caused him to blush. At this rate he thought he'd pass out. "N-No. Just that Mom won't be home again, so I have to go home to take care of my brothers." He glanced up through his eye lashes, ears tilted slightly back as he thought of Micah's disappointment, and his tail wagged slowly. "I'll see you tomorrow, eh?"

Faelen quipped, "Yup. I bet he'll be seeing a lot more of you, soon." The evil glint in his eye showed he was aware of the double entendre, but the other two didn't notice. He continued after a slight pause, "Seeing as we're in most of your classes." Faelen laughed inwardly at the blushes that crossed both of their faces. "Bye bye, now." He swung onto his bike, waking Geoff from an apparently pleasant daydream.

Nathanial climbed onto his bike, sitting carefully as his pants felt a little bunched, and made a quick adjustment. "See ya." He quickly rode off, hoping to get home before his brothers so he could have some time alone.

He made it home surprisingly fast, and it looked like neither of his brothers was home, so he locked his bike in the garage and ran down to his room, loosening his clothes as he went. At the base of the stairs he thought he heard something, but saw nothing. He thought he might have sensed something, a tingle in his mind, but he ignored it. He closed his door, shed his clothes, and flopped onto his bed. His penis hadn't softened in the slightest the whole way home, and was already soaked in precum. He found the girth of his penis comfortable, but wished his paw was wrapped around what he imagined was Geoff's much thicker shaft. After so much teasing today, it only took a few quick strokes, along with the image of Geoff's face and the sound of his voice, to set him off. His strong orgasm made him groan loudly as several ropes of semen landed across his face and chest. Even as the last of his orgasm wore off, leaving him gasping, he started to pull at his sheath and gently squeeze his knot. After today, once was not going to be enough.

He took a little time to play with his penis; he always enjoyed seeing his penis twitch as he squeezed his knot, and he gently rubbed his right paw up and down his length. Every dozen strokes encouraged another drop of precum to spill out of his urethra. He wanted to take his time, but his brothers could come home at any point. He knew he'd have a little warning as the electronic gate was set to give a warning buzz over the house intercom, but that would only be about a minute's warning. His left paw slid down his sheath onto his fuzzy scrotum before sliding between his spread legs to prod at his hole. He sighed, "Ah, Geoff. Please," while he imagined the tall Irish Wolf preparing to take his virginity. As he rapidly approached a second orgasm, Nathanial noticed his door was open slightly, but since the gate didn't buzz into the house he knew no one had come home. He slid his wet middle finger into his hole as his second orgasm stole his breath. It was stronger than the first, but there was less semen in his balls to paint his face and chest.

Looking down at his fluffy torso, he guessed he'd shot out over a cup of semen. A shower wasn't an option; it was a necessity. He scooped some of his cum off his face with a finger and sucked it clean. He stood up, continuing to clean his face. While he'd rarely walk naked to the shower, as knowing someone was looking at him usually made him bone up, he was alone and decided to enjoy the freedom. He wished he could be as carefree as Nicholas was. Well, maybe not that carefree. He looked down at his underwear, sucking his finger as he savoured the last of the semen from his face, and saw the front was soaked through, as was the toilet paper he'd stuffed in there at lunch. There was also a spot showing on the front of his pants. He sighed. He'd have to wash them tonight. He grabbed a towel and pulled his door open.

He was just stepping into the bathroom when he saw Micah's book bag by the stairs. In a panic he looked around the rec-room, instinctively lifting his towel in front of his chest. His brother wasn't on the computer, watching TV, or playing one of the consoles. "Thank the Graces," he breathed, smiling as he thought of Geoff, his tail wagging contentedly. He quickly closed the bathroom door and showered.

He just finished when the intercom buzzed, signalling that Nicholas was home. He stepped out of the stall, and saw Micah leaning against the bathroom door, clothed only in underwear, grinning. Blushing, Nathanial grabbed a towel and covered his groin. "What!?"

"Nothing. I was just wondering if you had a good day at school." Micah turned serious, and looked like he wanted to say something, but couldn't.

Embarrassed and flustered, Nathanial yelled, "Well that could've waited until I got dressed! Gods, both of you don't seem to understand what a closed door is! Now tell me what you came in here to say or get the hells out." He instantly regretted yelling when Micah's eyes teared up.

Micah turned to run out, so Nathanial, without thinking, dropped his towel and spun Micah around into a hug. Nathanial apologized. "Sorry, Mike. You just startled me, and today was stressful. But, really, you can knock before entering a room."

Micah giggled as he hugged his brother back. "But it's much more fun to catch people by surprise. You never know what you'll see. Um... Can... Well..." Micah still held his older brother.

Remembering that he was still naked and hugging his nearly naked brother, Nathanial tried to disengage as his penis slid from its sheath, but Micah wasn't letting go.

Micah laughed. "Your penis is poking me!"

"Let go, would you!"

"Nuh-uh. I like it when you hug me, like you were my...um. Never mind. I wanted to ask, when I was younger you told me to clean my sheath thoroughly, and that when I do my penis may poke out. Sometimes it sticks way out now, and there is a big bump at the end. Is something wrong?"

"Oh. No, there isn't. When your penis pokes all of the way out of your sheath, it's called an erection; it's perfectly normal, as is the bump. That's called a knot, a carryover from when we evolved from ferals. When you mate with someone, the knot goes inside them and swells up, keeping you locked together, and it's called tying. Tying was to keep a male joined to a female so he could put as much semen into her as possible, and to keep another male from mating with her, increasing the chances he'd be the father of any pups. When you take a shower, which should be daily now, don't worry if you see it. Your penis will be very sensitive, so use the soap in the white bottle, and gently scrub it with your paws, and rinse thoroughly when you're done. The knot will be even more sensitive than the rest of your penis, and it may feel tingly or ticklish. Now let go."

Micah ignored the command. "If getting an erection is normal, why are you always so embarrassed about yours?"

Nathanial didn't like the direction this was going, and Micah was still holding him tight, his ear pressed against Nathanial's soft chest, over his heart. He sighed and thought, 'I'm a walking erection today.' "Because even though erections are normal, they are private, not something to be paraded around in front of other people. Even more so than a limp sheath, which Nick really should learn."

"Learn what?" Nicholas said as he walked into the bathroom completely naked and brushed by his brothers to grab the shedding brush and sun block. It made Nathanial glad that Micah was still hugging him and thus covering his erection. "I'm going swimming. Could one of you brush the loose fur from my back and then play lifeguard? Once Micah lets go, anyway. What were you talking about?"

Micah let go as he jumped up and down. "I'll do your back! You can do me, too! I wanna go swimming a lot before we close the pool." He yanked down his underwear, exposing his little erection, making Nathanial blush even more. Now all three were naked, two of them with erections. Micah was bigger than the last time Nathanial saw him erect, quite a bit longer but still thin, and around it was all short fluff. Like Nathanial, his knot poked past his sheath, which Nathanial thought looked cute.

Nathanial tore his eyes away to look at Nicholas, and saw Nicholas look away from Micah to look at him. Nick saw his older brother's erection and his eyes went wide, his sheath making large jumps as his penis surged out and swelled up. Nicholas blushed.

Micah laughed delightedly. "See, Nats? Nothing to be embarrassed about. All erect here!"

Nicholas had started to move to cover himself, but stopped when Micah said that. With a cheeky grin, Nicholas laughed. "Yup, that's right Mike!" He turned to Nathanial. "Let's go swim, big bro." He walked off with his erection swaying lewdly in front of him. Micah bounced after him.

Nathanial smacked his forehead. It was a good thing Mom wouldn't be home after all. He went and grabbed his father's grimoire from the locked cabinet by the stairs and went outside, wondering if his father had a book about how to identify cute killer robots.

He sat down on a pool chair as Nicholas lay down on a blanket on a chaise near the pool.

Micah grabbed the brush and sat just below Nicholas's butt. With long motions, Micah rubbed his paw and the brush down the full length of his brother's back and glutes, switching the brush to the other paw occasionally. As he leaned forward his penis would poke between his brother's cheeks, making Nathanial's penis lurch and drip as he watched, unexpectedly fascinated. Neither Micah nor Nicholas seemed to react to this near-sex play they engaged in.

Once Nicholas's back was rubbed to his satisfaction, Micah got up and stood aside. "Now me. Do me."

Nicholas rolled over and sat up. "You got it."

'Humph,' Nathanial thought, 'I guess he did react, and liked his butt being poked.'

Nicholas had left a wet spot on his towel; a string of precum connected the tip of his penis to his stomach, and another string was dangling down the front of his penis. Nathanial made sure his own dripping penis was out of sight.

Nicholas continued, "Turn around and spread your legs."

Micah tore his eyes away from Nicholas's penis, closed his gaping mouth, and complied.

Nicholas placed the brush on his brother's shoulders, and his free paw slid around to his chest, holding him still. With long and slow strokes he drew the brush through his brother's fluffy fur. The paw on the other side followed, with the claws gently scraping against Micah's skin and making furrows in his fur. Micah's tail was going at full speed, brushing over Nicholas's shaft, sending bits of precum flying over the pool deck as Micah struggled to not squirm. Nicholas also was struggling not to squirm. Each time Nicholas reached Micah's backside, the paw on the pup's belly would run down Micah's shaft, its claws gently touching the sensitive skin. After finishing Micah's back, Nicholas started working on the tail. He grabbed it firmly by the base and then dragged the brush down toward the deck. The free paw followed along with it, with Nicholas's index finger sticking out and sliding down through Micah's crack. Nathanial could tell when Nicholas hit Micah's sphincter by the squeak and increased wriggling.

Nicholas was having a lot of trouble controlling Micah's tail. "Hold still a moment."

Nathanial wondered what was next. He thought he'd cream again just from watching what was happening.

Nicholas grabbed the sun block lotion. "I have to put lotion on your exposed skin; we don't want you burning. Turn around."

Nathanial thought he'd choke.

Micah went perfectly still for a moment, and then his tail started attacking Nicholas before he could turn around. Nicholas warmed a dollop of lotion in his paws, then gently rubbed a drop onto Micah's nose, and his other paw stealthily descended to Micah's scrotum, index and middle finger extended. He lifted his paw so Micah's scrotum rested in his palm, his free fingers wrapping around it, the two extended ones pressing into Micah's perineum. Micah's legs quivered, then almost completely gave way as Nicholas ran the lotion-coated paw down his shaft, from tip to knot. A brief squeeze, and the paw ran the other direction. Micah grabbed Nicholas's shoulders as he quivered and started to gasp. Nicholas quickly returned his paw to the pup's swollen knot and held it firmly. Micah's legs gave way completely, and he collapsed forward onto Nicholas's shoulders.

Nicholas helped steady his little brother before saying, "Well, let's swim."

Micah's voice sounded as shaky as his legs were. "Wh-What happened? And what about your skin? Shouldn't I put lotion on it?"

"Eh? Ah, right." Nicholas grabbed some more lotion put on his paw and said, "Nah, I got it. That was probably your first orgasm, Mike. It happens when you get a lot of stimulation like that. Sorry." He made a quick swipe to cover his oozing penis, being careful to avoid any excess stimulation. It looked like he was about to explode and Micah looked disappointed.

"But nothing came out."

"Nah, you're still too young. When you get a bit older you'll be able to cum, or 'ejaculate' if you want the proper term."

'Damn it!' Nathanial thought before catching himself. 'Um, well at least he has some restraint and decency.'

Nicholas dabbed his nose and stood up.

Nathanial averted his eyes before either brother could look over and pretended to read. Looking up again he said, "Mom won't be home till late tonight. I'll start supper in an hour. When I do, I want you two to do any homework you have, and then spend a half-hour practicing magic. Yes, Micah, you too. You've started puberty, so you need to start practicing more often, as well as showering more." He returned to reading and tried to ignore his brothers' laughter as they played in the pool, as well as his dripping and aching length.

A half-hour later his attention still remained partially on his brothers when he felt a tingle of magic as Micah called out, "Nats, come swim with us!"

His instant reaction was to agree, but that tingle raised his suspicions. 'Charm? No, he... did. Micah tried to Charm me.' At that realization he lost his desire to swim, and anger took its place. "Micah! Get out of the pool now, and come here!"

Micah looked scared, but he didn't protest.

Once he stood in front Nathanial, Nathanial grabbed his muzzle and made Micah look him in the eyes. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?" There was no need to say what, and they both knew the answer. "Go to your room, and stay there until school tomorrow. You're grounded for the week. You aren't allowed swimming, playing any video games, watching TV, or going outside. Go."

Micah started to cry and ran off.

Nathanial sighed. "Out of the pool Nick. I need to talk to him a bit more and then start supper. Go shower, and then perhaps you can help me if you don't have any homework. I'm exhausted. What a day." He shook his head and went inside.

He stopped outside Micah's door, about to knock. He was still a little angry, so he decided against it, opened the door, and walked in. Micah was lying on his bed, still naked and wet. Nathanial grabbed Micah's towel from its peg by the door and walked over to the bed. Micah rolled over to face away, curling into a ball.

Nathanial sat by Micah's butt and reached under Micah's shoulders to lift him up so they were side-to-side, but facing opposite directions. Leaning Micah against him, he took the towel and started to rub Micah's head dry. "You'll need to get a shower to clean the chlorine off, and don't forget to wash the lotion off your shaft and knot. Nicholas is in there now, so you should wait a bit." He paused a moment. "Why did you try to Charm me?" As he said that, he turned slightly toward Micah and leaned his brother back over his lap so Nathanial was looking down into Micah's face. Micah tried to pull away, but Nathanial held him fast. "Why?" he repeated.

"I don't know. I wanted to be with you, rather than you have your face in that book. I was happy when you hugged me in the bathroom. I just needed... I don't know." His voice dropped to a whisper. "It felt like I had a dad. I'm sorry."

Nathanial's heart felt like it was going to break; how could their parents do this to Micah? To all of them? A drop fell from Nathanial's muzzle onto Micah's face, causing the pup to look up. Another tear ran down Nathanial's muzzle. "I love you, Mike. I'll be here for you no matter what."

Micah leaned up, grabbed Nathanial around the neck, and started to bawl. Nathanial just hugged him close and let him cry.