The Wyvern Chronicles Chapter 02
#2 of The Wyvern Chonicles
[Note: This piece of work is colaborative writing, which mainly means that is part of a RP I hosted at my Channel, @ Furnet.org. All characters belong to their original authors and none of the work may be taken personaly, that is, claiming ownership over the whole content of Chance Encounters. Please, if you download the ePub, keep in mind that the author and his associates do not wish the Wyvern Chronicles' Series to be published. If you print a copy for your easy reading it is fine, but none beyond that, please.]
This is a work of fiction that entails m/m relationship, semi non-consent yiff, and as the author I warn you, it is not to be read by: A: Minors, B: Furs that dislike male/male sex or yiff and C: If your country does not allow you to see this, please leave the page.
The wyvern had a very nice night's sleep, walking down the steps in the early morning carefully, not wanting to wake the others sleeping. He then settles himself in an out of the way spot in the main floor, lowering his head to watch any who would think to start an early-morning ruckus. He watches the few figures move about, the slow happenings causes him to fall asleep again, accidentally, eventually wakes during the mid-day, the noise stirring him from his slumber as he frantically tries to save face, making it look like he was only resting his eyes for a moment.
The panther goes to meet him, patting him on the back "Good late morning, dear, slept well? Ah, we got a new member in, you might want to meet him" he says, introducing to the wyvern a male anthro skunk, just found out wandering on the city, alone.
The wyvern tries shaking the sleep from his eyes, nodding as he tries to make out the blur in front of him. "...S'good to meetya." He mumbles out, trying his best to look respectable as he slowly wakes from his sleep.
The skunk is shy at first, knowing the panther's reputation, but offers a paw to the wyvern "My name is Seskus, nice to meet you..." he trails off, trying not to sound very scared.
The wyvern lightly noses at the sharpening blob before him, giving his customary sniff. He then realizes the paw outstretched, and gives a slow shake with his wing, taking the paw between his thumb as he gently lifts it up and down, drawing his snout back to a respectable distance. "Again, likewise... don't be too afraid, I don't bite unless you're making trouble." The wyvern says, his mind unclouding as his further notices the din of busywork around him.
The Skunk backs up a bit at his sniff, and then he shakes with the wivern "I am not sure what my job will be, but I will be with the boss a little bit..." as he decided the wivern is a good being, but the word trouble makes him uneasy... He then goes to the Panther's office, and comes out pale and really scared.
The wyvern eyes at this change, frowning a bit as he speaks. "Are you'alright? Just tell me if anyone's threatening ya and I'll take care of them..." The wyvern wonders though, not mentioning his idle thoughts as he offers some friendly company to the pale creature before him.
The skunk starts to cry as the poor creature is to be everyfurs' plaything "I am to serve and make things easy for everybody, and I just dont know how long I can keep up with that... but on the other hand, I have no place to go so I guess it will be alright"
The wyvern deepens his frown, his heart breaking for the poor creature, "Wait here a moment." He gets up, and slowly steps into the room the skunk came from. "Is't alright if I speak with you about Seskus? If I'm not stepping over my boundries here that is..." He trails off, a bit nervous as he speaks, only been around for a literal day as he starts asking something of the panther once more.
The panther looks up... "Yeah, he is to be your and my servant... and anyone who wishes for it... He will need a bath and a good purge, so see he goes to the lavatory and make sure he is well treated... As of now, he will be on duty only 4 hours dayly, on the weekends he is off... Any problem with that?" he asks, eyeing the wyvern.
The wyvern opens his maw to speak, before closing it again. He glaces around a bit, as if thinking. The skunk's job wasn't all that unfair, and the wyvern didn't want to push the pather's lax nature further. "That's... no that's fine." He says, as he pulls back from the doorway to the skunk, settling down in his usual position. "Your job doesn't sound so bad, only four hours a day." The wyvern
The wyvern gives the skunk a slight nudge in the chest. "If you tire from any... encounters... just lie beside me, and I'll say that you're servacing me, by keeping my lonesome self company." He smiles a bit. "And if it's all that horrible, I'll save up some of my earnings and donate it' to you, to get ya on your feet." He shifts around on his side, his kind heart unable to let the skunk to his own devices, alone.
Seskus' tears disappear by hearing the words of the drake, and begins to head to the lavatory, as told "Thank you for the help, but I have to be honest on my job, now, then again, I will please you in any way I can, so if necessary just command me to your chambers,... Now I am supposed to go get cleaned up, would you mind to help me a bit, that is, if you are not busy?" he asks, timidly.
The wyvern looks around for a moment, making sure the general crowed is stable, before nodding and picking himself up once more. He follows the skunk, idly dwelling on the anthro's honesty, finding it refreshing, as he pads along behind the skunk's footsteps.
Seskus begins to undress, his poor clothes teared appart in some places, as the poor skunk begins to wash up. "I have to get a purge, and I cannot apply to myself, so I will need your help with that" as he stands before the wyvern, trying to hide his groin with his paws.
The wyvern huffs, as his chest quietly rumbles. He hasn't spent much time in civilization, and doesn't recall something called a "purge." He glances back for a moment, embarrassed as he asks "I'll admit... I haven't heard of such a thing, what do I need to do?" The wyvern sets back onto his haunches, his modest eyes keeping away from the other male's bits as he speaks.
Seskus begins to blush "I have to get a purge, which means I have to bleach myself entirely, on the outside, and in the inside I have to get a special liquid that the boss gave me" as he hands the bottle to the wyvern "on my ... ass and... you know where else..." he really is uneasy with the situation, but has to comply.
The wyvern blinks as he takes the bottle in his right wing-claw, between the thumb. "...I think I see, tell me when you're ready." he awkwardly holds it with his wing, tail swishing about behind him slowly. The wyvern looks at the bottle a while, trying to understand exactly how it's applied, wondering what it's made of, and such...
Seskus explains "It is made of a special arousal aphrodissiac, which it is really rare here, and expensive too... Our kind master wastes no effort on us, and he will see if I have it applied" as he shows the wyvern his ass "You have to get it as deep as you can, and then pour the rest on my male bits, and then, I am ready to be of service" he says.
The wyvern nods in understanding, "I see, one moment..." He trails off, gently uncorking the bottle with his thumb. The wyvern gives a good glance at the male's rump, before sticking out his tongue, and letting a dollop of the stuff come to rest on his tongue. Not really dwelling on this lapse of judgement, he promptly presses his snout against the skunk's rear, teasing his tailhole for only a
The wyvern long second as he spreads the substance around, before slipping his tongue in. Not going too far at first, motioning his tongue foward and back, as he does his best to let the substance stain onto the skunk's flesh.
Seskus starts to feel how it is affecting on him, and remains quiet as the wyvern takes his ass with his tongue... "Ah... I am now, so to speak... raunchy... I can do the male bits on my own, and... You got such a wonderful tongue" as he promises himself to try to be his first "client".
The wyvern notices the subtle change, his chest's rumblings picking up in volume. His tongue slowwwly works its way deeper, being sure to gently apply the substance all around the skunk's flesh. The wyvern trying to keep his mind from wondering if the stuff will affect him too, seeing as it's lathered all over his tongue now. He hands the bottle to the skunk, as his tongue surges back and forth slowly, working its way inch by inch within his friend.
Seskus recoils from the tongue "I believe it is done, thanks for the help, I will be downstairs in a bit, ready for any fur that asks of me" As the poor skunk applies to himself the remaining of the bottle, a female Fennec, the house maid, enters the lavatory. "Ahhhh... What on heavens is happening here?!" as she turns to leave, really ashamed of the situation before her. "Master ...wants to see you, Seskus... when you are done" she stutters some.
The wyvern grunts as he slips free, being sure to grab a towl to wipe his tongue clean, before heading back to his familiar resting spot, smirking slightly as he lightly nods to the fennec as he goes. He curls up all cozy, nosing at his pack and happily remarking to himself how it's still there. He watches the skunk as he rests, keeping a close eye on the shape as he keeps watch for anyone suspicious.
The female Fennec leaves, and so does Seskus, and the skunk goes directly to his master, with only a loincloth and a pair of sandals he was provided. Then, after a while, the wyvern sees that the skunk retires, after his 4 hours are done, and some trash mouthed fur begins to wistle at him and calling him things... not nice at all. "You leave me a-alone, you bi-g meanie" as he looks pleadingly to the wyvern on his spot.
The wyvern huffs as he uncurls from his comfortable place on the floor, and decides to not give a warning as he bites down on the fur's ankle, digigrade or no, it looks very painful. The wyvern then lifts his snout, toppling the creature onto his stomach as the scaled bulk drags him to the door, and flings him into the street. He's not likely to walk on that foot without magical healing anytime soon, and the wyvern saunter back to his place, giving the skunk a grin, and licking his lips of the bit of blood he spilt.
Seskus nods in thankfulness and quietly retires and locks himself in his room, as he tries to remain calm from all that happened, trying to get a hold back to his heart. He has to get out of this place, he mutters to himself, and then carefully slips out of his window. After a while, the panther comes inside the room to see if he is ok, having all the key to the place... Then he yells... "Wyvern, the slave has gone out, go look for him and bring him back, on this instant!"
The wyvern perks at the noise, and bounds out to the street. With a lump in his stomach, he works his way around to the building, checking the open window and possible escape routes. He's loath to take to the air, and make much of a ruckus, but after a few minutes searching it becomes clear, and he lifts himself above the rooftops. He flies in a circle around the building, working his way and searching downwards between the allys. The wyvern sincerely hoping he's the first one to find him.
Seskus is curled up in a heap of dirt that cannot be seen from the sky, and tries not to cry to himself... He hears some fluttering and he waves at the wyvern, trying to get his attention. "Hey, big guy, over here" he yells.
The wyvern quickly descends, landing a few yards way while quickly trotting up to him. He tries to keep his distance, keep his snout from nosing against the dirty form for any signs of hurt, and fails quite miserably. "Are you alright? Why did you run? It's not too safe out here alone dressed like that..." He goes off on a tangent, his tail and body still as he sniffs and licks over the skunk.
Seskus appreciates the licks and tries to push the wyvern away. "I have to get a place to stay, and I will not go back to the inn, so, please, take me to your house, you will be the only I will please" He pleads. In the midwhile, the wyvern and the skunk hear a noise, and a couple of furs, each with a knife, go directly to the wyvern and the skunk... "Why, who we got here, the responsables of our boss being kicked and mauled at the inn..." as they grab the skunk "One more step and skunkie here is dead" one of them says, blending a knife onto the skunk's base of his neck.
The wyvern huffs in surprise at the hostage situation developing, fearing more for the skunk's life than his own. His eyes go wide as he struggles to control himself, "Hey... hey, easy now... that's between me and you guys, the skunk didn't do anything." His breathing picks up, as he struggles to Let him go, and we can discuss this further between ourselves..." He eyes the furs next to him and the one behind the skunk, his muscles tense, like a coiled spring ready to snap.
Seskus manages to bite one of their arms, and then he gets away from the two, as the bitten fur yells in pain... "Now, Wyvern, bite them good!" Seskus yells, running from the two of them and hopefully getting off the way of the wyvern
The wyvern immediately leaps upon the bitten fur, biting down hard upon his shoulder and collar, snapping the bones beneath his powerful jaws. The taste of blood setting him off as he chucks his body into one of the ally's walls, the wyvern quickly advancing onto the other creature, any screams driving him onward as one of his wings holds him down, and his maw rips his right arm from it's socket. The wyvern is quite soaked in blood by the time he's finished, almost bewildered at what he'd done in self defense. He quickly flees the scene, even if that was self-defense, his primal tendencies certainly took it too far. He looks for his skunk friend as soon as he can, trying to wash himself of the blood before doing so.
Siskus is back in the inn, and being severely punished by the panther, as he tries not to scream from the pain he is suffering "WHO... TOLD... YOU... TO... GET.... AWAY!!!" The panther whips at him with a stick with every word, everybody at the tavern smirking to themselves. "YOU!" the panther screams as the wyvern enters the inn "I heard what happened, and I dont want to have any more of it, so WILL YOU PLEASE TAKE CARE OF THE SECURITY HERE?!" he screams.
The wyvern looks very distraught as he slinks back to his usual watchpost, his snout tilted downard, yet his eyes watchful as he settles himself down. He lies still and unmoving, almost not wanting to acknowledge the skunk's presence. He's been in enough trouble for one day, and doesn't want to push his luck further with the boss.
"Now, Siskus, you will be up duty until told, no pay, no food, until you get used to it" The panther calms down. Siskus goes directly to begin again to service others, as the wyvern watches him. After a while, the wyvern notices that he goes away with some client, and with a tear rolling out his cheek, he lifts a bit his paw to say "thanks".