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Zeks opened the waistband to his bulging sling, reaching in with one hand as he ducked into the swamp. His fingers fumbled through the pair of enchanted pockets sewn into the thong until he found the smooth disc buried deep in the magically expanded folds. The cool metal stroked against his thick, flaccid maleness and sent a shiver down his spine while he focused on the particular size of it.

Ancient magic twinkled in the shade of the trees as he stalked through the muddy grass. He'd found the old trinket a long time ago during one of his very first adventures and it served him well since then. So as he focused his own thoughts and energy into the disc, the dark metal expanded readily at his magical insistence. Zeks had never found that he could change its shape but it could grow large enough that he couldn't even stretch his whole body across it from tip to tail so once it grew to the size of a small raft he was quite content to toss it toward the water.

It fell like a wafer onto the nearly stagnant water, landing in the water with a gentle splash while the cat searched around for a branch long enough to work as an oar. With a quick snap of wood, he gathered up himself on his unnaturally buoyant raft then pushed himself adrift along the subtle current. Another day, Zeks might have used its magic to simply skim between the trees but it was losing power so he just took his time drifting through the swamp.

The humid air was thick but the perfume of spring blossoms masked the usually fetid scents of still water and mud. Early afternoon sunlight filtered through the dark, creeping canopy letting his dark, shining raft reflect onto the brush. Zeks quickly felt himself drifting into a shallow sleep, his tail slipping into the cool water, sending ripples behind him as he drifted through the shade.

The murky water carried the feline smoothly through the reeds and overhanging branches slowly, sloshing through the mire. Unfortunately, the bog made telling time difficult and he hardly knew how long it had been before he reached his destination. It was a modest hut, mounted on stilts to protect it from the constantly shifting water levels beneath but even so, a swamp is not gentle to buildings.

Vines crept up the stills like the muck meant to tear it down and ancient willows draped their wispy boughs over it as a green veil dotted with dark violet blooms. Zeks yawned deeply as he watched the place come into view. His homeland had always considered purple the colour of death due to the lilies that grew that colour over graves but he'd been to this swamp and this hut in particular many times since and, knowing the hyena that lived there, he learned to push his fear of it out of his head.

"Ya late," came a familiar drawl once the cougar was finally in range. "Come on, Aye need ta git dis dun b'for da sun set."

"Relax, Qif," he insisted, knowing it was worthless to talk that way to the impatient hyena watching him with his legs at the edge of the rickety veranda. "We should have time. Besides, this isn't a big deal quest, it can wait till morning."

The hyena stood sharply as his guest willed his disc to rise up from the water, the magic of it sending splatters every which way until it settled down and drifted up to his level. "Den ya know da price if ya waste mah time."

Watching his ruddy dick sway back and forth in the tumult of his sudden motion, the cougar realized he'd never seen Qif in clothing. Admittedly, even in towns people didn't wear much but usually they had some sort of loincloth or robe just to show their sense of fashion or keep out the cold. Qif on the other hand never wore anything more than his fetishes and talismans strung with frayed leather.

Zeks stepped down from his disc, pressing the edge down so it flipped into his grip. Without his focus to spread it, the magical device shrunk until it returned to its pocket size state and the cougar could tuck it back in his sling.. "Come on, let's get this started. The old thing is dying and I need that Tass,"

"Now ya git in a hurry like ya dun wanna let ol Grampy Stone in dat wet puss a yers."

They passed, laughing together, into the musk filled hut, the rich scent of masculine hyena drifting between the currents of candle heated air. It gave the mostly open space an oppressive but otherwise endearing feel. "I can handle that old crystal. I just don't want my disc to fade on me. It's a lot harder for it to absorb the Tass if the magic is too far gone."

"Den maybe ya give Grampy Stone a good time wahl I finish da brew," the hyena replied, making a clatter with his various tools.

Zeks shivered as he remembered the way 'Grampy' felt as it slid inside of him. There was something in that thing. It quivered and shifted in a way that he couldn't understand. It could glow with heat then in an instant it would be icy again. He couldn't help but cum but the pleasure was a little too intense sometimes. His cunt tingled for days the last time he agreed to take the old rock. "Maybe later, huh?"

Qif cackled knowingly and sat across from his guest with a bowl of dark, crushed powder. "Well ya gonna ta take da Totem eitha way. Dat's da friend price."

A smile spread itself across the cougar's face. 'The Totem' was much more pleasant than Grampy Stone. His eyes locked onto the fat, hooded cock as it laid across the witch doctor's ankles, crossed neatly as he began to chant boldly to the spirits or however he worked his magic. Zeks didn't understand modern magic. Magic from the Second Era made more sense to him. He didn't have much talent for it, only enough that he could work his old artifact, but it seemed to be more orderly than new age magic. However, more important than the magic though, was the flesh swelling as it came into effect.

The candles flickered and shook as the incantation drew more and more energy into the air. A couple of them winked out while others flared dramatically, green light leaving strange shadows across the massive shaft lifting away from Qif's feet. Precum oozed from the end and made the Totem's smooth skin glisten in the verdant glow. Quiet, lusty wails drifted into the air while it stood proudly, reaching its full length after only a few moments of casting. It wasn't until smoky wisps started to circle the Totem that Zeks turned his attention back to the rest of the room.

The candles were starting to release more of the glowing manifestations chaotically, knocking the dangling affectations around the room in a growing cacophony to make their presence known. Bones and clay and clattered as the, more than vaguely sexual, moans of spirits dominated the room. They whirled in wild eddies, crashing around and through each other like a orgy of immaterial sex until they passed closer and closer to Qif's waiting form.

The cougar moaned out as a few caught him by surprise, stroking under his tail and against his balls, pressing ghostly fingers and maybe even a cock or two against his unexpecting holes as they rushed to surround the hyena in a cloak of glowing magic. While he understood old magic better. New magic was so much more fun. Green, spectral fingers reached out worshipfully to touch and caress Qif's dick, smearing precum around it while other wisps filtered into his balls, making them glow with their energy, brighter and brighter until the stroking fingers pushed him over the edge. With a growling grunt the hyena fired a thick blast of semen all over the waiting bowl. The glowing, green soup of masculinity splattered in heavy, sloppy sheets across the floor.

The powder shifted in puffs of smoke with each drop that distressed the bowl until it was completely smothered in rich, magic-laced spooge and Qif's orgasm continued, pumping out the last of the spirits after a few moments as well as his heated batter. Sticky strings of it easily plastered the excited cougar, drooling in the fading green glow down his belly, matting his fur down in their trails until at long last the magic faded and the spirits started to drift away, fading through the walls and snuffing out the last candles on their way.

After the whirlwind of magic died down, the two are left, mostly, in darkness; only the dim light of the swamp drifting around the curtained door frame and the glow of magic cum gathered on the floor and Zeks' body. It was a powerful mood coupled with a powerful musk, drenched in sex, all the cougar could think about was taking his turn with the Totem. But Qif recovered quickly, mixing his seed with the powder into a thick goo and grasped Zek's wrists.

"A gift from da spirits," he instructed as he always did, "Tass, da pure magic. It'll burn da skin but da spirits will take away da magic dat'll do ya harm and give you da rest."

With that, he pushed Zeks' fingers into the bowl, smearing them in the mix of cum and reagents to coat them deeply in his enhanced heat. The cougar could feel his fur and skin suck it in, drinking up the energy until he was left with a dull green sheen and a gooey feeling of the semen left over from it. Then, with the same commanding force, the shaman's big, meaty hands released Zeks' and grasped his crotch instead, fondling his balls luridly, before tugging the enchanted cloth out of the way to reveal the black shaft and its markings.

Zeks was rather fond of the dashed blue line leading from his groin to the triangle flaring out just behind the hooded head. It was, in reality just a motif used frequently from his home in the Savage Lands, but for the finger attentively stroking down the alternatingly lengthed dashes it was an instruction. It matched the rings circling his thighs or the broken lines leading up to his hips from them, each one a bright, sky blue.

"Aye know how ya are. If ya find enough ya gonna use dem pockets so I gotta protect ya bits too," Qif insisted, pulling on his dick like a leash to mash it down into the gel as well, grinding it back and forth spreading its warmth over his ebony skin and his now eager, pent up balls, letting the magic soak in there too. "Now, for good luck..."

Letting go of his maleness, the hyena tilted his guest's head back and lifted the bowl to his lips, pouring it over his tongue. The muscle lashed out excitedly, scooping up the thick, hot, glowing concoction and Zeks purred at the taste of his friend's salty essence. The batter oozed slowly down into his mouth, coating every inch of it in the intense heady flavour of sex. He gulped down every drop until all that was left were a few spots around the rim and clumps of the reagents that couldn't get mixed in, then the cat smacked his lips proudly.

He was glad that Qif knew such a pleasant solution for gathering Tass. Magic was dangerous enough when it was dispersed in the air and earth, but when it purified into Tass, the crystals became so intensely powerful that even brushing against it could singe fur. A commodity for enchanters and people like Zeks who had to maintain those enchantments.

"Thanks a lot," Zeks cheered, licking the dredges of Qif's orgasm and salve off his face as his own dick poured precum all over the floor, knowing what would come afterward. "I'm pretty sure I'd be dead if it weren't for you."

"Or tied up, dribblin' monstah cum outcha 'oles," the hyena teased in response. "Aye really should teach ya ta read, ya'd git in less trouble dat way."

The cat couldn't help but get indignant. "I can read! You know I can!" He crossed his arms in a powerful sulk, unable to stop his ears getting hot from such a touchy subject. "I'm not dumb." Admittedly, he couldn't read very well but it was a principle.

"Ya a little dumb, Zeks," the witch doctor replied, lighting his candles again, making the rounds quickly so he could flop his manhood over his friend's head, the half limp cock, smacking the tip of his nose with a dollop of precum "But it's good. Keep ya honest."

He tried to be mad. But he always had trouble being angry with another man's balls on his head. He couldn't suppress a laugh and just tilted his head back and licked the tip of Qif's cock instead. "Well, you're a jerk," he finally declared, putting the last word on the subject before turning around and sucking the head of the Totem into his gooey mouth.

Qif laughed his dark and deep laugh, grasping the feline's ear gently and savouring the jet black tongue lashing his own blushing skin. The mixed warmth of ensorcelled semen and the feline's lust-heavy breath dredged a low moan from the shaman and more of his slick pre into the hungry maw. His meat throbbed potently, pulsing with anticipation while Zeks' slurping and sucking grew louder. Wet smacks of lips on dick echoed in the candlelit room as they settled his fee.

With a deep breath, and encouraged by the salted taste of hyena flesh, the cougar pushed himself forward, gurgling to suppress his gag reflex as inch after inch of the Totem plunged into his throat. Though neither could see, it bulged out against his fur, stretching his skilled passage wide with it's prodigious girth. They thrusted and pushed against each other, working the meat that still tingled with the presence of the spirits that had passed through it and bounced his heavy balls, still eager to pump out more cream, against his chin.

Zeks grasped the throbbing tool between his own legs, wrapping his fingers as tight as he could around them and still failing to close his grip, and stroked excitedly. He could feel his own orbs rocking back and forth like hammers, churning with more and more seed while his throat gulped down hyena pre like it was going out of style, swallowing around the pulsating flesh until they pulled apart with a long, sloppy "schlorp"

The drool and cum slicked shaft flailed heavily as it escaped into the air, slinging precum wildly around, a few drops even hissing as they flew through the candle flames. Qif laughed proudly while the cougar licked his lips, eager for more. He gave him a wordless signal to lay back and Zeks quickly obliged, rolling onto his shoulders so his legs could spread and offer either one of his holes to the witch doctor. Qif lamented how few hermaphrodites in the world were as masculine as his friend oozing copious streams of liquid lust. As the thought crossed his mind, the hyena just couldn't help but admire the sight once again.

With a fat, onyx cock spewing precum in his face and wet feminine folds quivering excitedly, it was all too easy for the cougar's deep, forceful growl to demand that Qif accept his payment and the witch doctor was quick to oblige. He bent down enough to pull Zeks' hips closer, grinding his tool against the wet pussy to an appreciative moan then, just to trick the sex-fueled adventurer, he reared back and speared into his ass. They howled in unison, the tight fit causing waves of sensation to roil over them but neither of them held back, Zeks shifting on his shoulders so he could use his muscled back to push against the hyena's hips and Qif plowing deeper until his balls slapped powerfully against him.

The cat knew just how to milk him for precum, making each thrust slip easier than the last, until each one came with a loud splat muted by their throaty grunts. Zeks coiled his tail around his friend's waist as if it would help hold him in place while their rough piledriver made the bungalow shake on its stilts. The pounding came harder and harder as they approached their climaxes, each cock throbbing harder and spewing more of their juices into and onto the feline.

Suddenly, the cat, his eyes clenched tight in the throes of lust, felt empty. A wet pop joined their chorus of groans and growls for just a moment then he heard the unmistakable sound of Qif hitting his orgasm. It started as a guttural shout that turned into a broken laugh and an explosion of thick, white spunk. The copious storm of hyena semen erupted chaotically, semen flaring out from his swollen head then focusing into a heavy beam of opalescent pleasure before it crashed into the puma's face. His whiskers quickly sagged under the weight of cloying thick spooge, nets of its strings forming between them while more and more of it fell over him.

Of course, Zeks only found the deluge of heat and musk and the fresh flavour covering up the fading taste of the magic in his mouth more exciting so he curled back to free and arm and pounded his own meat furiously to force himself the rest of the way over the edge. It didn't take long while he gurgled through mouthfuls of spunk before he launched his own forceful cascade into his face as well, the matching tastes of Qif's seed and his own mixing into a potent cocktail of sex.

It rained down on his face and framed his head like a sticky halo, more and more of it spreading across the floor until finally the two of them were done and Qif released his patron's hips and let him slide to the floor and get his bearings. Being upside down that long has subtle effects on the head. But soon enough, the cat stood and smiled. "So we're square?"

"Why ya even ask dat? If ya tink ya owe me mo'a, Aye can git Grampy Stone --"

Before he even finished the word, the charged feline swooped past and onto the porch, fishing in his sling for the disc deep in it's pockets before he pulled it back in place. "Grampy'll understand, I've got stuff to do."

"When ya comin' out here wit'out somet'in ta do? Aye wanna show ya mah new hammock. An' Aye do owe ya a dinnah afta ya went an' got me d'ose beads."

As the hyena spoke, sounding more like an impatient customer than a wistful friend, the disk swelled back to its raft size and Zeks stepped out onto the floating platform in the light of the reddening sun filtering through the treetops. "Aww. You like me," the cat teased as it started to sink back toward the water. "Don't worry, we'll make some time but I've gotta get this done so can grab this book for the Mountain King. I'll be back before the week's over."

The pair waved for a moment as the metal touched back down on the water and cast itself back on the weak current leading deeper into the swamp to find the Tass he'd come for. As he drifted away from the raised bungalow he looked down to the water and watched his reflection in the murky water as cum dried into his fur. He didn't think he was preparing for a big adventure but it never hurt to get started with a lucky facial.