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As he stepped inside, he was greeted by the same furry face that he had left that morning. She took one look at him and frowned. "Boy, he dragged you through every little dirty cubby and crevice in that infernal hole in the ground, didn't he?" She reached out with a delicate paw and ran her fingers through the grime. They left clean lines in their wake. In the next breath she made a gesture. His clothes were instantly clean. Before he could tease her, she took the initiative and spoke first. "I cleaned your cloths. You need to clean yourself. I am not bedding an earthworm tonight, nor will I have you dribbling bits of stone onto the table." He took her warning in stride. He simply dropped his clothes where he stood and walked to the bath. At the doorway, he turned. "Care to join me?" She lowered her head, staring at him with her best I'm-not-amused look. He got the hint.

He drew the water and climbed in. His body was young again, but crawling like a bug had been hard on it. The water felt so good he fell asleep. He was awakened by a kiss. "Hey sleepy head! It's time for supper!" He struggled to open his eyes. When they focused, he was looking into that cute furry face. He had failed to notice all of her aspects this morning. She was really, really adorable. "Hello dear," he cooed. "How long have I been asleep?" She smiled at him naughtily. "Long enough for me to get a good long look at you. And long is the right word!" He pushed himself up out of the water. "No longer than yesterday!" he retorted, knowing full well what she meant.

"I suppose so, my lord mayor. Perhaps you'd like to refresh my memory?" He stood, dripping water. "Grab me a towel, then. Unless you want to magic the water away like the last time?" She grabbed a big fluffy one from the stand and handed it to him, her eyes still on his cock. She watched him intently, catching his every move. He barely noticed as he dried off. He was thinking about getting her into bed. His thoughts were betrayed by his manhood, which was stiff enough to hang to towel on. He had no intention of doing that, for his cock had better things to do.

He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. She was acting delighted, but he felt a slight hesitancy in her bearing. He set her down and kissed her, an action she returned with passion. He looked into her eyes. "You seem a bit apprehensive. What's the matter?" She smiled shyly. "Well, I was thinking that you and I might not work so well after all. Oligo males aren't known for being adorned with so much meat between their legs, so a female's body might not be equipped to handle what you're offering."

He chuckled. "Like that's ever stopped you. You had this much shoved in before, when you were younger and much smaller. Besides, you have my power. You said you'd either deal with the pain or make the necessary adjustments." Her eyes went wide. "Did I say that? Oh my. Well, where there's a will, there's a way; so said some foolish sage. I don't think he was about to be impaled like a hunk of meat on the spit!"

Jon-Tom hesitated. He didn't like forcing the issue, but he was horny, she had promised and they were married. But he did feel sorry for her. She didn't like using her power; er, his power, recklessly. It must not have struck her this morning how much difference there was in their respective bodies. If he had his power back, he could reduce his size to something less intimidating. It was something he had been able to do since he had been taken over by Dhoov Capell. That got him thinking. The black unicorn had told him it would be part of his makeup for the rest of his life. It was doubtful that he had been expecting the human to live past his normal age. Jon-Tom had acquired great magic as time went on, until now, when it was gone. But Sybeele said he could still spell sing. Did that mean that he still retained the unicorn's power? He put his will to making it work. He closed his eyes and concentrated. He knew immediately when it had worked.

She let out a squeal of delight. "Oh goody! That's something I could handle any day, but especially on my first day!" He looked down and smiled. It wasn't often a guy was happy to be less endowed, but some holes just couldn't take too much. He looked up sharply when her words struck him. "Quit making such a fuss girl. You didn't make near this much ruckus the other day when you were a leopardess! And I would hardly call this your first time!" That got her attention. "Oh, I suppose not... But then again, a leopardess is much larger than an olingo. You know how I hate using magic... And it will be the first time in this body." He just rolled his eyes.

"Well, if my finely furred and fabulously friendly frau is finished being frightened, perhaps we can get busy under the covers?" She found his alliteration humorous. "I find my fears have flown fully into forgetfulness. Show me what you can do!" He picked her up and laid her on the bed, running his hand through her fur. She let out a contented kind of purr. He ran those same fingers down to her crotch, finding a pair of lips, softly furred, with glistening moisture leaking out from between them. He ran a finger inside, feeling how taut it was. He might have to drop down even more! But size isn't what mattered; it was the tightness of the hole.

His digital intrusion into her cunt made her gasp. One thing was certain; she wasn't going to get jaded anytime soon, not with all of these changes. He was ready to climb aboard and sink in, but he figured it would be polite to get her good and hot first. He worked his finger in as far as it would go, but hit her hymen. He had wondered if she would have one. Not every species seemed to be stuck with them. Olingos, it seemed, had them. Well, if she was going to tough it out, he'd let her. The fact was, his normal cock would never have fit; any attempts would have been frustrating and likely damaging. But he could still push in his healing, which he belatedly remembered would have fixed the holes in his shoulders from the other night. Oh well.

He pulled his finger out and got his head down, using his fingers to part her wet lips. She let out a yip when he rolled his tongue over her pink flesh. She loved it when he did oral on her, but apparently this body was pretty excitable. She thrust her hips into his face, wrapping her legs around his neck. This made him slightly nervous, for more than once he had suffered cracked vertebrae from over exuberance. But with his healing still intact, he relaxed and let her do as she pleased. With this petite of a body, he wasn't likely to suffer too much damage.

He worked her over until she came. It didn't take long. It was as if she had been waiting for a sexual release for a long time. She came so forcefully that she shot short arcs of fluid out with each spasm. He would have moved out of the way, but she had her nails dug into the nape of his neck with the strength of a steel trap. When she finally relaxed, he toweled off his face and positioned himself over her. "Ready?" he asked. She never once opened her eyes. "Oh yesssssssssss!"

He pushed her legs up in the air, finding her well lubed and ready to go. He pushed his head in, hearing her moan just a little. For some reason it made him even hornier. He shoved, feeling the resistance give way under his constant pressure. Her maidenhead burst like a swollen grape. At the same time he slid in to three quarters his length before hitting bottom. He was tempted to short it up, but figured why bother? He wasn't going to be too rough on her...

She was now putty in his hands. Whatever he did, she didn't resist. He even slowly enlarged his cock until it was rubbing tightly against the walls of her cunt. Her breathing was coming in fits as he rubbed across nerve endings never before touched or tantalized in such a manner. She came again, and again, one after another. On the third, he added his sperm to her body, filling her up to near bursting. It felt so good he tried his hardest to extend it, but without magic, his body had limitations. His arms lost strength and he lowered himself down, trying not to crush her.

They fell asleep that way. Oh, there was some tossing and turning, but they remained connected throughout the night. When the light began to creep in through the window, Jon-Tom woke up, finding his cock to be hard. He hoped it hadn't been that way all night. Somewhere in his mind he knew that would be bad. Again, with magic, he wouldn't need to worry; but then it hit him a second time. He still had his healing! That's why he hadn't come to harm from having a erection that long. Therefore, she woke up to the feeling of her insides being rearranged. She also had to use the bathroom. She joined in, praying for him to finish quickly. It was almost day break. And she did need to pee.

Thankfully, he blew relatively quickly. She kissed him, and then pushed him off. "I really need to use the bathroom. Besides, I'm guessing it's about time to change." She slid off the bed and into the bathroom. He gave her a few minutes and followed. He heard her talking to someone and flipped open the door. It was her, nude, furless and alone. She was back to normal. "Hey beautiful," he lovingly said, "to whom were you talking to?"

She batted her eyelids fetchingly. "I was talking to myself you fool. I was telling myself that it was going be to hard topping each night with all of these changes. It's going to take some skill to keep everything straight, from change to change. I was also lamenting it was going to take a while to empty out my insides from everything you pumped in and apparently wouldn't let back out!" He chuckled and tousled her hair. "If every time is as different as last night was, I don't think we'll ever get bored!" She smiled, grabbed his hand, and returned him to the bed. He had no early appointments, so there was no need to be up and around early this morning. Well, he was up all right. Sybeele didn't drink much, but she liked a stiff one in the morning!

That afternoon, it turned out he had a few law breakers to tend to. He wasn't surprised when one of them was Huntchy. He saved him for last. There was a case of theft, which he offered the culprit a thirty day stay in the jail, a thirty day stint working in the mines, or full compensation for the value plus fifty percent. Since the fellow was an out-of-towner, he chose the last choice, begrudgingly paid up and split town. The others were locals and Jon-Tom felt foolish enforcing what he considered to be micromanaging rules. Jay walking was rather ridiculous, but his job was to enforce the rules, not judge them. He gave everyone a light touch with the warning that the next time they broke the same rule; they'd spend a night in jail. After everyone left, it was the horse's turn. He was here in regards to the completion of his penance.

Jon-Tom down in front of the horse. "Well Huntchy, I happen to like you. But it seems to me that if I release you, you'll just go out and get drunk again and do something stupid. So I am going to go out on a limb here. I would like to offer you a deal. If you accept my offer, then you will abide completely with everything I require of you."

The horse whinnied. Thankfully he didn't fart. "I ain't makin no deals. This town ain't got nothin I want. You ain't got nothing I want. I did me best years ago, and me best weren't good enough!" Jon-Tom leaned back in his chair. "Look you sorry excuse for a quadruped; I can put you on worse duty than mine cart pulling. I can exile you; I can make you the pace setter for the cheetah message runners, I can confine you to a cell hardly bigger than your sorry looking rump will fit into! What I am offering is a contest. If I win, you will do what I tell you to do. If you win, then I will allow you free range to do as you like."

Huntchy's eyes lit up. "Contest, eh? That's alright by me, as long as it's fair. It can't 'ave nothing to do with 'ands or feet. It 'as to be something we both can do." Jon-Tom smiled. "Oh, I think we both can drink, can't we? I propose that I can out-drink you. If I win the contest, you must clean up your act and get your head on straight. After that, you'll apologize to all those you have offended, and after that, you'll start putting your mind to thinking, not drinking. Not a drop. Period."

The horse had mixed feelings on this. A drinking contest? With a human? It was as absurd as a stallion screwing a mouse. But he sounded awfully sure of his self. But heck, it was a contest involving beer. He could down as many buckets as he wanted! This stupid hairless monkey didn't know what he was getting into! "OK me lord mayor, as long as you're buyin, I'll drink you under the table. It'd be nice to be able to have free run of the city. That is, if your word is good?"

Jon-Tom stood. "My word is inviolate. I will take any repercussions that may evolve from this little escapade. But I also expect you to abide by the restrictions I've put on you. You seem to be wasting your talents wantonly, and that is far more of a crime than dropping a load on someone's doorstep. My job is to oversee this whole city, and to do as much good as I can. If it takes extreme measures to do it, then so be it! We will meet at," he thought for a moment, not yet familiar with all of the taverns in town; " Priccolo's Barrel and Bung. And we will do this in two day's time. I will have a contract written up, and you and I will sign it. And to further enforce matters, I will have a wizard seal it with magic." Huntchy found he was suddenly nervous about this. It was too late now to back down.

Jon-Tom spent some more time reviewing the enormous bound volumes of rules. It seems a lot of them weren't particularly enforced. It was as if a flock of ravenous attorneys had descended on the town and scribbled away until they ran out of ink. But the fact was, some of the books were very, very old. Many times, rules had been rewritten and updated in later books, but the old rule was never abolished. Jon-Tom was going to have a committee review this to see if they could condense things down a bit. A lot of them seem to have been passed during a time when the guilds were at each other's throats. Things were generally more peaceful today.

Sybeele came down after a few hours, dressed in a gingham skirt and that puffy white blouse. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed the back of his head. "Well dear, how goes the reading? Have you learned any interesting facts?" He tilted his head back, allowing her to lean forward and kiss his lips. "Yes, my horny little lady, as a matter of fact I am. The earliest of these books goes back over a hundred years. It seems that this town has really come together over the intervening decades. I'm surprised I didn't hear more about it during my first tenure on this world."

She slid next to him. "Who's to say? Had you ever heard of Epprath before you were accidentally thrown into my time and my world?" He put an arm around her. "That was my world too, just not my time. And in my day, there were probably hundreds of thousands of communities across the world. So no, Epprath was not one I was familiar with, nor was Bedburg. But still, this seems like an important place. Someone should have mentioned it. It seems like someone did once, but all I can think of is Mudge. He would have no reason to be here."

Sybeele took his hand and placed it down her blouse. "I don't know a thing about your friend. But I know where you belong. I would suggest we get some food and retire for the night." He chuckled tiredly. "Retire for the night? That implies rest. I don't think you're suggesting anything of the sort." She unbuttoned her blouse to make it easier for him to reach her erect nipples. "Retire is the precise word I wanted. I plan on tiring you out, and then, I'm going to do it again. Hence, you'll be "retired" by the time I'm done with you!" He had met his match when it came to words. "It sounds intriguing, your offer. Consider it accepted!"