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A very terrible story by Izixs

The last light of the fading sun glinted off the peaks near Fardten as another glorious day came to a close. The fields of plenty rustled in the light wind off the sea, a wind which brought an air of freshness to the settlement. Even the large store house, complete with all the tools of trade and work, and a few animals ready for slaughter by the towns folk, seemed freshened by the gentle winds. The high castle on the ridge looked majestic, its queen no doubt pleased with the state of affairs in the land as such a glorious day came to a close.

But yet there were few people around. Many had slipped off to their own homes. The dragons of the hills seemed to be resting. The peddlers and wizards were all counting their stores. And even the mayor, a man of dwarven breeding, was likely enjoying some peace and quiet for once in his ship in the harbor, safe from interlopers and the call of town business.

But the streets were not totally empty. A lone figure walked down the empty streets. Though he sometimes wore a mask when out in public, which caused all sorts of confusion about his identity, this day he choose not too. This allowed the few who were familiar with this person, known by some as Delfanius and sometimes by another name, to recognize him as he really was. Just a guy really. With frizzed dark blonde hair and just the most delicious mix of green and blue for his eyes. He wore a long duster and was certainly not unarmed underneath it.

He had been on business to the east and was eager to rest his heels. As thoughts of majestic flames filled his head as he cross the bridge from the community gardens he looked to the setting sun and smiled. His affinity for the power of fire was legendary. Almost a punch line for some. The towns folk were happy that most of what he burned was himself and not their homes. All the same, he was unscarred thanks to careful uses of magic and practice, and of course partially due to luck. And as the sun set, he marveled at the greatest flame in his world as it sunk below the horizon.

"Awesome," he whispered climbing the steps into the town center. Such a wonder of nature was never lost on him. Learning to bend reality to his whim was nothing compared to such majesty as the sun.

He past the brothel and school, which oddly enough were across the street from each other. And as he got just beyond the apothecary he spotted the store house and the pile of hay on its side. And the hay was moving.

He tilted his head and pondered just simply firing a few shots from his gun into the hay. Because a mystery like this would obviously be solved with such lovely violence. But just as he was lamenting his low level of ammunition, a head popped out of the hay stack.

She looked at him and blinked. She was a hyena, black and white, and had just a bit vibrant wild energy to her look. Her tuft of hair blocked her vision until she swished her head and cleared her eyes. She smiled and waved to the man.

"Hey Patches," said Delfanius as he came near. "May I ask why you are buried in the hay pile?"

She paused. "Why aren't you?" Tormenting her friend was of course all in good sport.

"That's not an answer," he said sternly. She grinned, enjoying the reaction.

"Alright, well I lost something and I kind of need it back."

"I hope it wasn't a needle."

She laughed. "Not exactly. So the old wizard has been teaching me a little magic here and there, and he lent me a book of spells. And... let's just say there was an argument with one of my friend's and someone may have tossed it, magically, in this general direction. From across town. So either it is either in the hay... or inside the store house. Somewhere. Hopefully."

"Well if it was in the hay it would be on top right?"

She shrugged as she climbed out. She stood on too legs, and though wasn't probably the tallest person in the town by far, especially compared with the man before her, she was cute as a button. Even he could see that. And he had caught himself pondering how her black and white patterns followed along under that slimming dress before as well. He blinked a few times to distract himself from such curiosity.

"Well you'd think," she said. "But I already looked inside." She sniffed the air. He smelled of travel, but just the right amount of lovely grime to make his particular intriguing smell noticeable to her sensitive snout.

"Hmm... well if it was tossed inside via a spell perhaps it ended up under something or even in the rafters?" he asked.

Patches shrugged. "Hey, would you be up for helping me have another look?" She had known him a good long while, but for some reason seeing him fresh off the road and perhaps at his most vulnerable inspired her curiosity.

"Maybe, what kind of spells were in this book. Should I be worried about you having real ultimate power?"

"A lot of stuff. Most of it pretty boring. You'd think an Archmage would have more interesting spells to teach me than how to imprison monkey's in stone prisons. But there was one about making a trap that would cause spontaneous combustion of the thief."

"That sounds delightful," he said with a slight hint of enthusiasm. "I'm in!" he said with much more.

She nodded to him and lead him into the store house. They started on the main floor. Crates, chests, and piles of building materials mainly. Many places a book could of been lost. With the two of them they even managed to move some of the larger logs to look in the long forgotten spaces. Despite finding a rusty old sword and a faux gold medallion, they had no luck.

Next they went to the basement where the livestock were being kept. The pleasant breeze from the sea had no power there and so they made their search quick and avoided the foul pins where the future hamburgers were being kept, and focused on the grain storage bins and cellars.

"What do you think?" asked Patches as she pulled a bottle from one of the wine racks in the final cellar. "This with a wonderful dinner by the sea?"

"I don't think that belongs to us."

"I'm sure we can pay the dwarf back if need be. Plus he'd be proud that you went on a date." She gave him a half grin.

He didn't notice. "I think you mean he'd be happy to have some peace and quiet."

As he turned and started back up she rolled her eyes and put the wine back. She didn't mind being wooed, but his obliviousness was a tad tiresome. She had caught him looking at her with just those kinds of eyes before, and found it cute how he struggled to push his thoughts away. Even if he wasn't catching on with some things, she was easily catching him. She giggled a little to herself as wicked lovely thoughts played through her head.

They went back up and began to search the second floor. He had to ask the question.

"So what was this argument about anyhow?"

"It was pretty dumb. A certain feline you might know didn't think I should know the secrets of the higher planes of magic or something. I think he was just full of crap of course. He knows he can't have my catnip and just wants to be a pain."

The hyena got a strange look from the man. "I didn't think he had magic of that sort. At least not to project a book across town."

"No, but he was playing keep away. And so I used one of the spells I learned to try to grab it from him... and it sent it off this way."

"Ah," he said while closing the lid on a large box of bricks. "Well, it doesn't seem to be here. One more level, and if its not there, the roof might be our only option. If its not either of those places, it must of gone over the building and into the sea."

"That... wouldn't be good," said Patches with a frown. He knew she respected her mentor a great deal and didn't want to let him down over something silly like this.

"Let's have a look," he said as he started to climb the ladder. "Now do be careful. I'll try not to start any fires, but you know how I just am on fire sometimes."

"Right, right..." she said as the loft came into view. The pile of hay outside was nothing compared to the mountains in the loft. She watched him take a few steps off the ladder platform. Then she watched as his foot sank almost to the knee.

"Well that isn't good," he pointed out.

She laughed. "I guess we need to be careful were we step. I haven't been up here before but maybe the floor isn't finished underneath?"

"I could of sworn it was..." he shrugged and stepped out and found another bit of safe footing on an exposed rafter. Taking each step with a cautious test, he began to make his way between the piles of hay with the hyena following closely behind.

There were several areas where a book could of come through openings in the wall, especially under magical motivation, and so they inspected near there first, even tossing some of the hay about. But their efforts gave them no insight. They began then a search pattern starting from the corner farthest from the ladder up, crossing with care across the large loft back and forth.

"It is rather dusty up here," he commented. "I hope you don't have hay fever. Yeah? Hehe."

"Oh ha ha," she said. She then turned her head to the side and spotted something. What looked like a piece of leather, possibly a book cover, under a bit of hay in a near by pile. "Mind having a look at that?" she said while pointing.

"Oh? Is that it?" he took a few steps forward. The boards underneath gave way to a narrow rafter. He had to be careful.

And then she sneezed. And so did he. She giggled. And he had to fight a smirk to the point of distraction. And then he reached for the obscuring hay and slipped.

Landing in the hay face first wasn't so bad of course. A few pokes at his face was less of a problem than the dignity damage. He rolled over. "I fell down," he said.

"Yes you did," said Patches as she began to work her way along the narrow rafter. He rolled slightly out of the way as she walked on by. He couldn't help but catch his gaze sneaking up her dress a bit as she passed, curious perhaps to see where her white and black met.

"Err," he grumbled, trying to stop himself. "Don't you fall on me now."

"I'm careful," she said as she reached for the hay. She didn't slip. And did manage to sweep away some of the clutter to see that it was a saddle bag and not a book. "Do we only have one color from our leather works in our town?" She shrugged, quite annoyed, and began to make her way back.

He intentionally looked away this time. She glanced over her shoulder, and was slightly disappointed. After all, why have a great ass if no one looks at it. She turned slightly. This was the final insult.

"Do you need a hand?"

"No, I'm good."

She huffed. "Come here," she said kneeling over him extending a paw.

Begrudgingly he reached up and took it and began to pull as he leaned up. And that's when she slipped, falling right into him.

"And now I fell."

"Err, yes you did."

"Yes I did," she said as a wicked thought passed into her mind. He had been helpful, but even so, being intentionally ignored was never appreciated.

"So, we should get up without falling again and get back to the search."

"Hmm... well, we are in the hay. Perhaps we should just have a roll?"

"Excuse me?" he said, his eyes going wide.

"You know, a roll in the hay?" She grinned. Her many sharp teeth showing weren't helping with calming down the enchanter.

"I'd... uh... rather not?"

"You'd turn down a roll in the hay with a beautiful 'yena like myself? Are you crazy?"

"No no, it's just... uh..."

She didn't let him finish. "Its easy! Watch!"

She rolled off him and into the hay besides him and a little further until she was on her stomach again, and then she start to roll back, ending up at his side. "See, easy," said Patches.

"Oh, I thought..."

"Thought what? How else do you roll in the hay? I'd love for someone to show me!" She was far enough up along his body to be able to nuzzle at the side of his neck.

"What, no no," he stuttered. He wished the dwarf was near to say something distracting.

She tossed her arm over him, her paw landing just above his crotch.

The human was turning red. "I... need an adult?" This only cause her to cackle. He was so easy to torture like this and despite her attempts at a sultry demeanor, was doing her best just keeping down more giggly outbursts.

But now she had to distract her self. Well, maybe, but then, she feared, she'd be just like him. Patches leaned in and gave him a lick on the cheek. "Come now, show me what you got. And maybe I'll help solve that mystery that's been on your mind."

He turned his head to protest but instead got a large open mouth kiss. Her wide mouth came with a wide tongue and his words were easily muffled. And despite his best efforts, another sort of fire was burning inside of him. One he was not familiar with. And as she rubbed from his belly on down, she became very aware of this fire of his as she worked over his lips.

Finally she pulled away. Had it gone too far? Now she was getting excited and even if it had been intended as just teasing, she was feeling a need beyond playful revenge. And as the moments played out, such thoughts were less concerns, and more distractions to what she wanted from her friend. From the one called, by some, Waffles.

"Perhaps I should just find out for myself," she mused.

"I'm feeling very uncomfortable here," he said. He hadn't seen this particular look in his friend's eyes before. And indeed, her look was turning from teasing to vibrant lust right before him.

"I know ways to make you very comfortable," she said reaching up and quickly undoing a button on his jacket and then another. "Because you are either paralyzed with fear or you are ready to go to the next level. And either way I can help."

"Paralyzed with fear, definitely paralyzed with fear."

She undid another button and pulled apart the top of his jacket. His tunic was exposed of course by this, but her paw ran down below where the duster was still buttoned. His breeches were not much of barrier to her explorations. He squeaked.

"You don't have much experience with this do you?" she said matter of faculty.

"What gives you that idea?"

She could feel him vibrating. All over, and not in any useful way. Patches ran her tongue over his face slowly, getting a taste and feeling the stubble of a well traveled man. He barely remembered to close his eyes as her tongue rolled over them and off his forehead.

"I'd like to get up and out of here if at all possible," he said unconvincingly. She gave him another squeeze. "But something tells me that isn't possible at the moment." She squeezed him again. "Ok, that does kind of feel good, but it is distracting me from the book search. Oh hey there it is," he said looking up for a moment to the rafters above them.

In fact the book was there. And she didn't much care at the moment.

The hyena rubbed her nose under his chin and breathed him in. He was an oppressed fellow. Perhaps he'd stop being burning physically quite so often if he could learn to control this part of himself just a little better and use it for more productive uses. But his squeaks as she gently stroke him were getting a bit old.

"Don't make me have stuff your mouth with straw now," mused Patches. "I reserve the right to be the noisy one." She cast aside the lower part of his jacket, exposing several things, including the opened front of his trousers. "Now since you probably don't know thing one about pleasing a lady properly, I'll take the lead."

"Those responses," he said. "From my body are not my responses. It has betrayed me!"

She giggled at that as she rolled atop him again. She gave him another kiss as she reached down and got things adjusted. Patches ended the distraction of a kiss moments before sliding back and down. And her playmate suddenly felt very warm all over a certain place.

"Not so bad is it?" she asked.

"Oh momma..." he said as his mind slid through several layers of bliss all at once. "No no, I shouldn't... I couldn't..." was his stuttering. But as she squeezed and pumped her legs, giving him a gentle ride his words changed too, "I pudden't... I vidden't... I thunk it... I think I can... I think I can..."

Patches gave a delightful cackle at this before a quiet moan. She was quite happy when he finally decided to help her, taking her hips in his hands and helping lift and guide her slides up and down. She watched him mutter his nonsense as his eyes slowly rolled up into his head. Either he was going to burst into magical flames, a poor option for the situation, or was likely going to pop quickly.

"Take you're time," she reassured him. He was of good heft of course, proportional for his height at the very least, if a bit inexperienced. She wondered if perhaps it had been a century or more since his last encounter. "But if you need to, go ahead when you need to."

"I'm... sure I've had sex before, at some point. And not just with a body pillow."

"Well if, hehe, that's all you've had, then nope, it doesn't count," she said. She was panting a bit and was starting to have a little trouble keeping her breath up with the effort she'd put in already with the search and getting him going. "But this does." But as she eased up her efforts he began to fully take over, letting his instincts rule his actions more than his nervousness and he began to eagerly thrust up into his friend, and then lift her up before dropping her back down into his next thrust.

And he didn't pop as quick as she feared. His nervousness let him slip to the edge but not over for quite some time. Long enough for the sun to finish setting and the moon to begin to rise. A shadow passed over the town before landing upon the roof. Peering through one of the vents this onlooker spotted the two.

Patches was able to hear someone say, "Oh my." Delfanius, of Waffle fame, was was too busy grunting to catch it. The shadow smiled and returned to the night, happy in the knowledge that those two finally had some fun together.

Finally, Waffles started to yell, "Oh good... oh god..."

"Come on, you can do it," she said nearing exhaustion.

And her worked paid off. As she began to feel a heavy drip she grinned and slid down fully upon him.

"Congratulations, you've now successfully had a roll in the hay."

"I... I guess I did..."

She lowered her body, still clad mostly in her dress and hugged him. "You did good, you of many masks."

"Jeff will never believe this."

She didn't reply but simply snugged him and fell asleep. He was awake a bit longer but finally gave into his exhaustion after a length of pondering what just happened. He was worried that he had done something wrong. That he had let a joke go too far or something. Or that he had given signals that were not intended. And a thousand other worries. But the deed was done. And he felt happy.

She stirred first. After laying in the morning sun for a while she nuzzled up and gave him a lick.

"Delfanius, hey Waffle... wake up..."

His eyes snapped open. Something was wrong.

"Did I just have a dream. Tell me I had a dream."

"What kind of dream?"

He glanced down. He felt fur on certain parts of his anatomy.

"It wasn't a dream," he replied. He even gave a slight smile.

"Great, you could of at least said if it was a good dream or not before ruining the magic silly."

"Err, yeah, I guess so. Was very good. Amazing in fact. But... but getting it on wasn't what I was expecting from finding a good book."

She licked him again. "Well surprises happen in life all the time. You just gotta make sure they're good ones. Now, I think its time from breakfast."

"Perhaps, uh, what do you have in mind?"

"I think I'll have a Waffle for breakfast."

She sat up, her hips planted firmly above his and pulled her dress up and over her head. And he no longer had to ponder what way the bands of black and while rolled over her.