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He was just passing through town. No drama, no conflict, just passing through. At least that's what he hoped.

Vaulix and his band of travellers were globetrotting to find the most intelligent, apt, creative, and powerful magic users they could find for a grand adventure; a scientific and magical advance that could change the face of the planet if their theories were correct. However, to test these theories they needed only the strongest, most magically adept and knowledgeable persons from around the globe. Not only must they be magically gifted, but intelligent enough to know how and why the magic worked.

The goal for the four travellerw as was passing through a place called Renam to have a meeting with a world renowned mage in Chimme, and they were almost there. Currently residing in a border town, they were enjoying one last day of relaxation before crossing into the nation of their destination. Renam was a predominantly Ciennic nation, and the canines in this region were not known to be particularly adept at magic, so they weren't expecting to find much there. Chimme, on the other hand, was host to a primarily Oarian population, and the avians there were known to be some of the most powerful mages of their kind!

Vaulix and his companions Ilorek, Keran, and Keran's pet Ceylon were all at an outdoors pub enjoying a drink before they were to head out of town, chatting about their plans and the different reports they'd heard in town about the unknown mage they were hunting down. While Renam may not be a nation known for its magical prowess, they were still intelligent and well-informed enough to know about their neighbours to the east.

Little of significance was to be said during their banter, but Vaulix noticed something on the coaster that his drink was placed on, a little drawing of a smiling face and some bat wings with a note: "Meet me north of town, Noon. Cum alone."

Peculiar. What an odd way to spell come. Naturally, Vaulix's mind immediately thought of the naughtier meaning of the word, knowing that many people referred to a sexual climax in that manner, but he wasn't sure if perhaps it was silly, an innuendo, or just a native dialect. Regardless, his curiosity was piqued and despite miniature explosions of warning erupting in his mind, he felt that he'd go right ahead and check out this proposition.

While he may have been more of a lover than a fighter, Vaulix was plenty capable of defending himself should this prove to be an ambush. That was always a concern when travelling, especially given their collective skills.

"When were we leaving town, again?" Vaulix asked Keran.

Keran took a drink and pondered it a moment before responding. "Probably best to go near nightfall. Don't need people following us." Keran was the un-declared but definitive leader of the group. It was his theory that brought them together, aside from Ceylon who he was training as a pet - an insanely powerful pet with unsurpassed magical abilities. Keran was jysar, an already aging professor of magial theory who's fiery red mane was already going gray on him. Unfortunate, but his theory could certainly reverse his fortunes. He'd found Ceylon left for dead as a hatchling, and raised him as his own, presumably only once he saw the magical potential in the gryphon.

Ilorek, the massive hippogryph farm boy biologist was a bit less scholarly and more like an uneducated rube. It wasn't that he was unintelligent - he was one of the leaders of the interaction between magic and the many bodies of the world - but he was young and immature. HE was loud, brash, arrogant, and more than a little tactless. It wasn't his fault; in time he would learn to control his impulses, but for now he was still something of a celebrity with the skill to back his ego. He of course, blurted out some typical nonsense, "Let them follow us when we go, we'll just form an ice wall or something. Plenty of ways to stop these slow fools."

Vaulix rested his head in his palm and shook gently at Ilorek's aggressive outburst. These people of Renam had done nothing to harm the four of them, so there was no need to be violent about hiding their tracks. The four travelling mages simply didn't want to cause a fuss upon their leaving this small village, so a night time departure would be best. He knew a thing or two about peaceful resolutions, as he'd spent most of his life to this point as a medic in the Hyratel wars, using his magics to heal the wounded and help ease those beyond saving into the eternal peace. He was a peace keeper first, even though he'd learned how to fight when the need arose. He was also referred to as the greatest healer in all of the lands.

"Well, if we leave at night, then it won't come to that." He snatched the coaster out from under his drink and tossed it into his bag before standing and stretching out his wings a bit. "But I think that, if we're leaving tonight, I really should catch some sleep. Meet me outside the inn at nightfall. I bid you gentlemen adieu." He tipped his head with a salute, walked around Keran to give the massive gryphon a bit of a pet, then went into the tavern.

He didn't actually intend to sleep, nor did he intend to get a drink. No, Vaulix had to investigate this invitation, and a part of him wanted to do it alone. He didn't even want them to know what was going on. The cockatrice pulled the coaster out and sniffed at it to see if maybe a scent was left, but it was as sterile as a dish could be expected to be. No indicators to hint at him as to what it was he should expect.

One he was sure that he would have the freedom and privacy to head north of town to the forest of Twigs (an odd forest where all the trees were insanely tall, but thin), he sneaked out the back door of the tavern and walked his way through the dusty and overall unpleasant town square before travelling on a northern trade route through the forest.

Didn't take him very long at all. The town could be traversed in less than an hour from one end to the other, so he wasn't wasting too much time investigating; this was simply a low-key investigation.

Once he'd arrived, he came to realize that maybe this was foolish; the coaster told him to meet someone here, but the forest wasn't exactly small and there were many places to ambush him if the need arose.

His worried thought process was cut off by a light scuttling sound heard above him in the canopy followed by a sweet yet malicious sounding voice. "Oh, so you did come. I wasn't sure if I needed to persuade you more violently or not."

Vaulix looked up to the trees and laid his bag down against a rotting, hollow log as he scanned the treetops for the source of the voice. "Show yourself, please. I'd rather not talk to the foliage above me." He hoped a kind approach would garner a more positive reaction.

There was a drawn out silence before a burst of rustling as a small, winged figure emerged below the canopy, clinging onto the thin tree trunks as she looked down at Vaulix. She looked to be what was known as Bachier - a blend of canine and avian traits that most closely resembled a bat. Wings, fur, a fluffy tail, and patterns of brown, white, and grey topped off with thick, vibrant, braided blood-red hair. Her nose was mostly canine but pushed up a bit, with wing membranes attached to her arm and digits.

Vaulix immediately thought about how hard it must be for her to manipulate objects without proper fingers or even the dextrous toes of the avian race that she was half-comprised of, but he didn't let his mind stay on that thought for too long, as he had more important problems to solve.

"Indeed, I apologize for the sneakiness, but I wasn't sure how to go about contacting you without angering those two beasts with you." She explained, slowly sliding down the tree trunk until she was on the ground. The was absolutely tiny compared to the canine in her; she stood only a little over half as tall as Vaulix, her muzzle only coming up to the lower area of the feathers on his chest.

Vaulix scoffed. "Ceylon is no beast. He may have the form of some simple minded animal, but he's nearly as smart as you or I, and he has grand magical powers. I Assure you he'd not harm you unless you intended to harm us." He explained, somewhat amused at her confusion.

She laughed and shook her head. "No, that's not the beast I'm talking about. No, that other avian creature with the talons and the hair on his arms. Something tells me he'd not want to entertain my ideas. No, you are far kinder, I can see it in your eyes."

Part of him wanted to blush at the compliment, but years of healing others had given him the easily approachable demeanour that would easily woo even the hardest of acquaintances. Between the bestial nature of the gryphon, the brash nature of the hippogryph, and the serious and formal attitude of the feline, it was no surprise she found him to be the most approachable. Naturally, this observation made him wonder just how much she thought she knew about he and the others.

"So, how long were you watching us to assign us profiles?"

"A few hours. Ever since you first left the inn and sat down at that table outside the pub. You talk a lot, all of you." She said simply, stepping away from the tree to lean against the hollow, fallen log that Vaulix had laid his bag beside. She leaned over the log with a sly grin and nodded her head slowly as if to reaffirm that, indeed, she had been watching him all day.

Still calm and collected, Vaulix asked a few rapid-fire questions. "So, what did you hear? Why did you find the need to contact me? Why not just ask us in person? Did you have any contingencies had I not come alone as requested?" A proper line of questioning was another skill he'd learned while healing others. The exact, precise nature of an injury could be the difference between a permanent limp and a life as an athlete.

"Well, I heard that beast hippogryph talking about your 'quest' while in the tavern last night. Came in boasting about unlocking the secret of life or something, and was telling the wait staff that he needed information on some 'grand wizard' or something silly. Contacted you because I feel I may have something to offer you and your little band of whatever it is you do. Don't worry about the rest. All that matters is that I have you here now, and I can show you my power." She jumped up on the log and squatted on it like a feral, tail wagging behind her as her red eyes narrowed and her muzzle peeled up into a sinister grin.

Vaulix backed away, not entirely sure what it was she was trying to do, but he was quickly growing certain that he didn't trust this tiny little crossbreed bitch.

"Now now, there's no need to be frightened, if I wanted, I could have made you stab yourself in the eyes, but I told you I want to help. I want to offer my services. I just need to give a little demonstration so you believe me. So, come here, and calm down."

Vaulix nodded and blinked as he shook his eyes. "I-I'm sorry miss. I didn't mean to - Wait, are you trying to control me?" He stopped mid sentence, having caught onto her tricks.

"Indeed I am. How does it feel?" She sneered at him. "Do you feel just a little violated?"

The cockatrice paused a moment, taking a few seconds to comprehend just what he was experiencing; he ruffled his vibrant-colored feathers and curled his thick tail up tight, unsure of how to respond or react. She appeared to be controlling him, or at least persuading him to do something he wasn't comfortable doing. Mind control of some sort. The scientific part of his mind that was ever-analyzing and grasping for opportunity to do tests compelled him not to resist, at least for a little while. "Mind control?" He asked to confirm.

"Yessss, I can make you do whatever you want. And since I feel the best way to get my point across is through drastic measures, I think it's time you expose yourself. Mentally and physically. Go on, open up that slit of yours and let's see what you've got."

The edge of Vaulix's maw turned up as he flared out his wings, taking a slow and deliberate step forward as he slid his hands down between his inner thighs, prodding at the thick belly scales that lined his abdomen and continued to the underside of his tail. He'd begun to slip a single finger in between the parting ventral scales when he shook himself out of his daze, pulled his hand from his crotch, and rubbed the juice from his finger on the feathers and fur that lined the base of his tail. "Wait, what are you doing? Why in the world would you chose this behaviour instead of, well, virtually anything else?"

"I told you, I can control you, and if I have my way, this can be the most fun. Please do resist, it's much more fun when you resist, and it allows me to show just how valuable I can be....now go ahead, try to run, try to leave me. I bet you can't."

Vaulix glared at her and scoffed. "But you told me what you planned on doing. Mind control doesn't work if the person knows they're being controlled. So go ahead, try and stop me. I think we're done here." He turned to leave, and fully intended to attempt a departure, if only to truly test her abilities. Much to his pleasant surprise, he could only take one step before his mind clouded with doubt. Maybe he wanted to stay. Maybe he wanted to make it easy on her. Maybe he just wanted to bend her over that log she was sitting on and ravage her.

The issue was that he really didn't know, and that meant that she was fiddling about his thoughts and manipulating his desires. He did identify it, but his mind had already made a decision that this little half canine, half avian bitch needed to be taught a lesson.

Which was strange, because Vaulix never treated his women like that, and he hated referring to them as anything less than a lady. "Bitch" was only one step above "Whore", and only a few rungs below "Brood mare." Certainly not the language he'd usually use under any circumstances. But that's how he felt. This bitch needed to be taught a lesson, and there was no better way than to bend her over that log, lift her tail, and push until she popped. Yes. That's what he needed to do.

As he took a dominant step toward her, he felt a pang of guilt and anger well up in his chest - a burst of adrenaline stopping him from doing what he was intending to do. He was experiencing the most intense feeling of cognitive dissonance he'd ever felt. Deep down inside he knew that the desires that were welling up in him were not his own; she'd announced her intention to control him and force him to do something beyond his will, and it seemed to be working. He identified these alien desires, but the more he resisted, the harder his body and emotions fought to convince him of the sincerity of those thoughts. He could practically feel her mind and his struggling in his psyche to see who's will would prevail.

This gave Vaulix an incredibly thick swell of pride and respect for this tiny bachier bitch, a swell that was matched by the bulge that slipped out from between his parted ventral scales between his legs. She certainly had a gift, and the more he came to appreciate it, the easier it felt to tower over her, cock throbbing and oozing the self-made lubricants from his slit.

She didn't cower or dash away, despite the larger male's dominant stance towering over her. Instead, she hopped up onto the log to look him in the eye and smile. "Glad you've seen my talent and can respect it, Vaulix." She knew his name!

"Mind reader, assss well?" Vaulix whispered in her ear, hissing his 'S'.

She returned the affection by nibbling at his ear, her legs growing weak as a tingle spread through her. "Oh, did I not tell you? I can be very persuasive, I need to know precisely what chords to pluck in your mind if I am to have any sort of control, you see. Just, accept it, and let's do this, shall we?" The smaller canine-avian hybrid hopped up onto Vaulix, digging her claws into his hips, her wing-arms wrapped around his shoulders as she leaned into his neck, nibbling at the feathers there.

He stumbled backward and swung his tail between his legs, happily falling on his rump and holding her up above him, his golden eyes meeting her gaze. His cock was still throbbing with desire, tiny drips of fluid emerging out the tip to drool down the side of it, lubricating every inch. "And your name, my Goddess?" he cooed at her, slowly running his talons down her sides to rest on her hips.

She happily leaned back onto Vaulix's immense girth, feeling it slip between her cheeks and out beside her tail, slickening lips and rump in one messy smear. "Oh, I apologize sir Vaulix. My name is Valencia, but you can call me Ms. Freyens. Deal?" She sat up straight and rubbed at the pointed top of her vulva, exposing a triangular pink slip topped by a blue-jewelled piercing through the clit.

Vaulix hadn't actually seen that gem before, nor had he noticed she was so plump, with clearly canine-looking vulva. He silently chastized himself for not complimenting her on her form and jewellery, but made up for it by rocking his body in a gently wave, rubbing his member between her cheeks to poke at the underside of her tail.

"Now now, Vaulix, I didn't get you aroused so you could rub yourself on me. No, You need to be inside me, no matter the cost..." She reached back and wrapped her thumb and the one finger that didn't have wing membrane attached to it around the tip of his cock, guiding it to her meaty lips. She felt the blunt tip press against her tight vaginal opening and rested her weight on it, hoping to feel her flesh spread around his girth.

That wasn't a viable option. He was as thick around as her leg, and canines had exceptionally tight, narrow passages, at least at the opening.

Vaulix could feel her velvet flesh attempt to wrap around him, but quickly identified the issue. An idea popped into his head that was borne of his life and history as a medic and healer. He leaned over, whispered in her ear that he was sorry, and forced himself into her as his powerful hands pushed down on his thighs. He could feel her flesh stretching well beyond what should have been its limits, a tightness smothering him that actually kept his cock from throbbing as her opening pinched at the base, rendering his heart unable to overcome the pressure laid on by her flesh.

There was a brief squeal of pain as he tore through her canal to press against her deepest, most intimate depths, but the pain in her nethers subsided a few seconds later to be replaced with a deep warmth. Her eyes rolled int he back of her head as her hips idly thrust at him, feeling the nubs and scale-like ridges at his underside slipping through her lips. She looked down to see that there was a faint blue glow emanating from the fluids that were pooling up between the flesh of his cock and slit lips. "M-magic healing? Clever boy!" She whispered at him as she wrapped her fingers around each other behind his neck.

Vaulix churred and grunted as he pushed up into her, his healing aura pushing deep into her, channelled through his cock and into her sex. Every idle movement and gentle shift of his member inside her loosened her up to the point it was still tight, but loose enough that it didn't hurt him. A nice balance. Snug, would be the best way to describe it.

She agreed. There was a friction-burnt sensation from her lips all the way to her womb, but it was going away from being hot with pain to warm with pleasure. Ms. Freyens couldn't help but melt. As soon as she'd regained control of her legs, she readjusted and pushed off him, feeling his bulge slip through her opening with one solid lurch, leaving only the tip inside as mini-streams of his fluid dribbled out the side of her stretched lips. A gentle gasp escaped her lips as she leaned back into it, feeling every bit of his girth jerk its way into her.

"Ms. Freyens, does this please you?" Vaulix whispered into her ear, cradling her back and holding her thigh to keep her from getting too overzealous on his immense member.

Valencia didn't want that. No, she wanted to be overzealous, and she wanted him to ensure she felt nothing but pleasure. With his member deep inside her, bulge throbbing out against her taut flesh, she spun around so that her tail was on his chest, wagging gently against his scales and feathers. She looked back at him and positioned her feet on his knees, steadying herself as she rocked back and forth, feeling every bit of his cock slipping and shifting inside her, the slightest movements feeling like full thrusts in and out due to the pressure the girth was pushing on her flesh.

The light blue glow once again emanated from the fluids dripping out from her lips, once again showing that Vaulix was concentrating his healing magics on his member to ensure she'd not gained an untimely tear in her fleshy walls. No, this would keep her stretchy and malleable, only pleasure, no pain. It seemed to be working. The more she bounced on him, the easier his member slipped through her tight opening, the bulge compressing to lurch its way out of her only for her to sit back on it and have it once again part her lips and burst into her.

She was growing increasingly complacent as the warmth in her depths seemed to spread through her, urging her tail to twitch and wing fingers to clamp down on whatever she could hold. The lithe canine-avian bitch was bouncing up and down on the cockatrice's girthy member with a violent fervor that made her lose her footing on his scaled knees. Her wings splayed out and her legs slipping to the side so that all her weight was on his length, her voracious pussy swallowing every bit of it.

With a pained gasp, she scrambled to regain her traction and pull off the massive member; its blunt tip was pressed heavily against her cervix in a most uncomfortable way. The pleasure once again turned to a dull pain as she did her best to readjust herself.

But Vaulix wasn't having it. No, she wanted to feel the force of an aggressive, liberally endowed cockatrice, she needed to feel every inch of him. He held her down and pushed up into her in violent, shallow thrusts, every one having the tip of his blunt cock spread her insides wide, a thick dull pain shooting up her spine. He was channelling his energy deep into her, but it only numbed the pain, didn't convert it to pleasure as it should.

Valencia clamped her mouth shut and closed her eyes, trying to regain control of Vaulix's motions to get him to let her off his massive cock, but the more she tried to influence him, the less he complied. After about a minute of enduring the dull pain of her womb being opened by his cock, he shot up, bent her over the log, and lifted her leg high in the air to mount her. She squealed as the position briefly allowed his cock head to penetrate into her depths, but then quickly let that shout of pain dissipate into pleasure as he pulled out of her.

Vaulix churred and growled at Ms. Freyens as his gentle thrust lifted her paw up off the ground, his bulging girth leaving a bulge in her lower belly. He could feel the bark of the fallen tree pressing against the underside of his member as he slipped back into her, his belly scales pressing against her meaty, juicy pussy lips.

"S-stop!" She gasped as he gave one final thrust, the bumps, scales, and ridges of his cock flaring out as a thick seed erupted into her womb. His toes curled and his beak clicked as he hilted her a few more times, each with a gentle motion that shifted his thickness about inside her.

There was a snapping of a twig and a rustling of leaves nearer to the path both came from that shook both Vaulix and Valencia out of their collective daze, the hypnotic trance of Valencia's control of the cockatrice dissipating like fog being blown away by a flap of a wing. Both looked over to see Keran and Ilorek walking up the embankment towards them, Ceylon towering above both behind them.

A deep surge of guilt washed over Vaulix as his member deflated inside Valencia to release a thick stream of fluids to explode out of her, soaking his legs and leaving her gaping and gasping in pleasure. He stepped away from her and folded his wings up against his back, ashamed of what he'd done.

Valencia remained folded over the log, the cool afternoon air tickling the tenderized flesh of her gaping sex. She looked back over her shoulder and grinned at Vaulix. "So, do I make the cut?"

"Looks like we need more tests." Keran said as he stepped into the clearing, Ilorek grinning and Ceylon licking his beak behind him. "I suppose if she can take it from all of us, she can pass the Initiation. Ceylon, you go first, if she can handle you, she can handle the demands from all of us."

The massive quadruped gryphon stepped out from behind Ilorek and Keran, a thick musk emanating from his sheathe to envelop the clearing.

Melodi gulped and crossed her legs, looking with fear between the gryphon's legs.

"You're on your own, I'm sorry to say." Vaulix apologized as he backed off. "But I can vouch for you, if it's any consolation. Good luck."