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Crisp's favorite red shoes were on the table in front of him. The wolf's small green eyes were flicking across sheafs and sheafs of runes, most of them written by himself, trying to find the proper symbol that would put his plan into action. It had been more than a month since he had successfully catalyzed his first rune, and he was adept enough at making his own runes at this point as well. His magical ability was severely limited still, as one of the drawbacks of most runes was that most spells were still out of his reach. Runes could only store low to mid level magic, and high level spells of all schools had to be cast on user skill alone.

The exception was Aegis spells, which were often cast and stored as runes so that they would activate in the face of hostility. Luckily Aegis spells were exactly what Crisp needed. The wolf's stay in Cairo's quarters had been not uneventful, unproductive, or even unpleasant, but due to his continuing probationary status, Cairo had deemed it unsafe to leave without permission even after all this time. After six weeks, it was just too much. He HAD to get out, just for a few hours, and he didn't want to be asking his master every time he wanted to go grab something to eat that wasn't from the Tower's rather terrible student dining service.

The process of disenchanting his shoes was an incredibly intricate and delicate. Crisp could have attempted a blanket dispel, but Cairo would notice his ruse with a simple detection spell. That meant that Crisp needed to fool his shoes into letting him leave the room without notifying Cairo that he just attempted to disobey him. The only remaining option was to create a contingency ward that would suppress the magic of the shoes when he attempted to disobey their orders. It certainly wasn't as easy idea, but Crisp was certain that he could work it out.

Placing three runes the soles of each shoe, Crisp recalled the incantation in his head. He spoke the syllables in his head three times before attempting it out loud, The words were heavy and clunky on his tongue as he pronounced them slowly, attempting to keep his spell in order. The first and second part of the spell went off without a hitch, but as Crisp attempted to finish his incantation, he fumbled the spell. "Seclul-oculus anti-ae-AAACHOO!" As the wolf let out an enormous sneeze, there was a rushing sound as the magic left the runes in front of Crisp. Tendrils of blue light wrapped around the shoes, highlighting the hidden runes in bright greens and blues before laying atop them, suppressing the glow.

Crisp wiped his nose with the back of his hand, glaring at the now blank parchment. Was his last three hours of work going to be undone by a godsdamned sneeze? Opening another scroll, Crisp probed his shoes with a detection spell. His master's spells were still there, but they were now shrouded in an aura that was certainly his own work in the school of Aegis. But now the schools rang of Terramancy and Psionics, oddly enough.

Crisp tapped his muzzle, thoughtfully eying his sneakers and weighing his options. The sneeze only disrupted the final spell, just a tertiary contingency that would act as a backup incase his first two ideas did not succeed. There was still a good chance would that his goal, to be able to leave the tower without notifying Cairo, was still achieved with his first two spells. If he tried to counterspell his suppression spell, he could end up dispelling Cairo's work and alerting the otter of his ruse. He could try another suppression spell, but stacking antimagic on top of antimagic could end up countering or amplifying the affected spells. He could talk to Cairo and say that the runes were fading on their own, and have him rework the spells from the ground up, but if Cairo inspected the shoes too thoroughly, he would notice Crisp's work. Either way, making new enchantments would take too much time, and Crisp had an hour at best before Cairo returned from his lessons.

No... the best thing to do would be to try and test what he had already cast. If he could just think of an excuse to "accidentally" step out the front door, he could see if his enchantments even worked partially. With a spring in his step, Crisp jumped from his swivel chair over to the front door. He dropped to the floor and peered at the gap between the door and the floor, there was a good centimeter of space, easily enough space for a slip of paper. The wolf reached back and found a spare aethermancy rune. He carefully slipped it under the door. Anyone on the other side would have thought that paper dropped from a pocket and slid out into the hall. Crisp stood up and opened the front door. The hallway was deserted: nothing but white walls and the quiet buzz of fluorescent lights. Tentatively, Crisp stepped forward and crossed the threshold to pick up his paper.

As Crisp stepped out the door, the wolf's ears twitched, on alert for any sign of abnormality. There was not a single sound: no telltale bell tone of an alarm spell, no reaction from the enchanted sneakers, not a single hint of a spell activating. His suppressors worked. Smiling, Crisp retreated to his master's quarters and turned on his computer. Now, where would be a good place to grab lunch tomorrow?

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"So... I am going to be blunt. where the hell have you been?" A keen eyed, black and white osprey sat before Crisp. Her arms were crossed across her chest, and her curtain of arm feathers formed a dark drapery over the front of her body. She was stirring her coffee with an idle motion of her ivory talons. The dark brew steamed and swirled without need of a spoon. Even when her brain was occupied by other things, Edlen's mastery of undumancy was, and always had been, uncanny and entirely effortless.

She peered down her shiny black beak with concern but also keenly vigilant for deception. "It has been what, five weeks? You disappeared at the same time the brand new training ground went under 'renovations' and now you're back, out of nowhere. No one knew where you had gone, all your things disappeared from the dorms, and now you asked me out to lunch to 'catch up.'"

Crisp was taken slightly aback. He sipped awkwardly at his own coffee, his tongue darting out to snatch at the drizzles of caramel on the top of his cup. "Well that is what I was trying to do," said Crisp. "I told you that certain circumstances kept me from talking to you. I was not ignoring my only friend in this tower."

"When you told me over the internet I took your word for it, but now that we are out of the tower I want more than your word. People have been talking shit behind your back and-"

"More than normal you mean?" interjected Crisp, his muzzle crossed between a scowl and a wry smile.

"More than normal, yes, but new stuff too. I don't believe any of it, but-"

"Then why bring it up?" shot the wolf, not pleased with how this reunion was going.

"Please don't jump down my throat," sighed Edlen, running a wing-lined hand through her black crested head feathers. "The reason I bring it up is because I want _your_version of this so I can call people on it when they talk bullshit behind your back. I don't like it when my friends are gossiped about, but if I don't have a version of the truth that I can quell the rumors with there's nothing I can do about it. So, tell me, where did you go for five, almost six weeks now?"

"Well, I have a new master now," said Crisp.

"How archaic," grumbled Edlen. "Does he make you call me that? We call our teachers professor in the twenty-first century."

"I call Cairo that," said Crisp, blushing a little. "He is my master, to me. He's the only teacher that has ever managed to teach me a spell that was not a pyromancy. I've learned loads in just a couple weeks."

"Learning is good," said Edlen, tartly. "But why did you have to be abducted to learn?"

Crisp's blush deepened, and he couldn't maintain his gaze with Edlen's dark, sharp, almost accusatory eyes, even though the lines around her beak and brow showed genuine concern. "Well, I'm sure you figured out I destroyed the training ground," said the wolf as he tapped his two index fingers together.

"No shit," said Edlen, shaking her head. "College facilities don't spontaneously combust, and you're the only pyromancer in the building."

"Well, I'm actually not the only pyromancer in the building now," said Crisp. "I've taught him how to use pyromancies while he's been trying to get me to learn anything that doesn't cause explosions."

"But how'd you not get expelled for an offence like that?!" Asked the osprey. "You destroy one of the most expensive training grounds at the college and yet you're still here. How did you manage to wriggle out of trouble?"

"Because Cairo lied and said we were sparring and the flames got out of control," said Crisp. "He said he wanted to save my skin. Part of the conditions of me staying is that I was to be put under supervision."

"And does this supervision extend to meeting up with friends for coffee?"

Crisp looked away again. "Well... no. I've sort of snuck away from our room for this. He always teaches on wednesday mornings."

"Then what the hell are you doing here?!" squawked Edlen. "You're jeopardizing your shaky position because you wanted to meet me out here for a cup of coffee? Don't you have any grasp of the gravity of the situation? You were nearly expelled and now you're disappointing the only ally who's already saved your skin once?"

"It's..." Crisp was lost for words. "I'm not ungrateful, but I don't want to bother him every time I want to find some food outside of our crappy cafeteria. I don't want to look needy to him. Besides, it's just coffee. He normally understands. He also has been giving me more freedoms anyway. I've been well behaved as of late."

"Except when you skulk out of the college without telling anyone." sniped Edlen.

"Will you let up with that," growled Crisp. "Seriously, 'no hello, good to see you,' just 'where the hell have you been and why'd you disappear?' We've already established that I am breaking the rules, so let's put that behind us and do what we came to do here: which is catch up and forget about school for a few hours."

Edlen clicked her beak testily as she drummed her talons on the table. "Fine. you're not off the hook though. What were you doing while you were gone? You said you were learning magic?"

"Well, I can cast spells that aren't pyromancies," said Crisp, brightening now. "I can forge and cast my own rune scrolls. But I can't cast spells from scratch still."

Edlen's face brightened too as a smile stretched her beak. "Now that's good news. That's the first step to fixing your reputation. What have you been working well with?"

"Aegis and Psionics mostly," said Crisp. "Undumancy is a struggle, but Cairo can't cast water magic either." He nodded as he saw the look on his friend's face. "Yeah, I know, an otter who cannot cast a water spell. I've made a little progress on wind too. But psionics feels like pyromancy in a way, except for when I cast psychic spells, I'm convincing a fur to do my bidding rather than a flame."

"And will you tell me how you have managed to control the feedback effect? No fried brains?"

Crisp nodded again. "Not a single accident. I just wish I could start casting spells on my own. Making scrolls is a tedious business."

"To be honest, I've never heard about this," said Edlen. "But then again, I've never tried to cast a pyromancy or an Aegis spell through a scroll. I should try that when I get back. And you said you live with him? That's certainly odd."

"Well, it is," admitted Crisp. "But it works. We work well together, and I won't deny that my stay in the dorms was enjoyable. He's nice to me in and out of a classroom setting, and he knows how to push me and encourage me at the same time. I just wish I could leave our room without sneaking out."

"You know, there could be a purpose behind that," said Edlen, wryly. "I don't think he wanted to hear the rumors running around about you."

"Do you think I couldn't handle a little bad talk after the shit I took on a daily basis?"

"It would be a struggle, even for you," frowned Edlen. "Don't underestimate the power of imagination when suitable information isn't readily available."

"What _has_been flying around about me?"

The osprey sighed as she discarded her empty coffee cup. "I'd rather not say. Let's go back. I don't want you in trouble."

Crisp just shook his head. "You don't need to babysit me. I can handle myself."

"I can't help it," said Edlen. "You worry me. You've got a habit of finding trouble, and some messes are too big to get out alone. But thanks for telling me what happened. Next time John or Matt or Allyson tries to talk shit I can correct them. Would you care if I told them?"

"No, I don't," said Crisp, shrugging and putting his hands in his shorts pocket. "I think I'll be able to get my own room soon. Once I get off the scrolls I can apply for teacher status."

"You want to teach? That is new," said Edlen. "Don't you want to use your powers outside of the tower? who'd take pyromancy lessons anyway?"

"Well, I think that I could offer the school something unique. I'd like to work on fixing the bad reputation of pyromancy. Besides, Cairo said that I'm on teaching level once I get past my blocks. He said the only thing stopping me is my inability to cast any spells from other schools."

"If you say so," said Edlen, unconvinced. "Only a few months ago you were dreaming of dropping everything and running. And now you're talking about teaching?"

"These events have been nothing if not eventful." The two walked in silence for the last few blocks. As they approached the front door, Crisp laid a hand on Edlen's dark-feathered shoulder. "Thanks for this. It's nice to talk with someone who's not Cairo. It's a nice change."

Crisp's ear twitched as a ball of paper struck his left ear. "Well look who's back," guffawed a loud, obnoxious voice, laced with the bark of a wolf.

"Hello, John," said Edlen, cooly. Her beak was now a thin frown, and she glared daggers at the two furs, a chalk white wolf and a burly, golden lion.

John the wolf flicked another wad of paper at Crisp with a blast of blue wind. "Back from the dead, eh? What dark, dank, hole have you crawled out of Chips?"

Crisp didn't bother correcting him. He simply gritted his teeth and said "The Java Den."

"I wouldn't ask if he crawled out of a hole," laughed Matt, casually stroking his golden mane. "I'd ask who crawled out of his hole."

"What do you mean," asked Crisp, unable to stop himself from asking.

"You've been shacked up with the river fairy for weeks," chuckled Matt. "How many times have you had to suck off the cornholer this week? Or have you been taking it in the tailhole instead?"

Crisp scowled and shook his head, trying not to answer and goad them into more stupid taunts.

"Why aren't you saying anything, Chips?" chuckled John. "Afraid to admit you can't get enough of another male's cock? Or can you admit you'd twist your ass for any stud who'd ask?"

Thoughts began careening out of control inside Crisp's head. Had they found out? How? Was Cairo bragging about their sex behind his back? He shook his head internally immediately. If someone actually knew about him and his master, they would be thrown out before they could even pack their bags. His master's words echoed through his head. "It's no secret that I'm gay, pup." So that's what Edlen was alluding to. Crisp's own voice broke him out of his stupor."Even if I did, that's more ass than you've ever gotten at this school," growled Crisp, unable to stop himself. Edlen smiled at the burn, but the males were undeterred.

"So he admits it," laughed Matt. "He as good as admitted he's prancing faggot."

Crisp's growled louder, and felt sparks running across his fingers. But before he could retort or retaliate, Edlen's cool voice cut through their laughing. "Don't you have better things to do than bother us?"

John swaggered forward and puffed out his chest. "I could be doing you."

A blue, wide palmed hand made of condensed water sailed through the air. There was a loud, wet, SMACK that echoed through the entrance hall. The two males were dumbfounded as John's muzzle was soaked and throbbing red underneath the fur. "Fat chance, mutt. Get lost."

Together, Crisp and Edlen turned and walked away. On the second step, Crisp felt his shoes tighten around his feet and suddenly plunged to the floor. His muzzle landed hard on the chrome floor. Jeers and catcalls came from behind his field of vision. "Mutt can't even tie his own shoes. Don't throw away your pullups, chips." The two laughed and turned away, taking the opposite hall and throwing a few stray jeers over their shoulders. Crisp's whole body seemed keen on humiliating him today, and the grey wolf was glad his tormentors had walked away before seeing him stand up.

"You okay?" asked Edlen, offering Crisp a feathery tallon.

"I'm fine," spat Crisp. He looked down instinctually and saw that his red sneakers had their laces tied together. he certainly hadn't done that. He reached down and dug at the double knot with his claws. "That was weird," muttered the wolf.

"What happened to your shoes?" asked Edlen.

"You tell me. I certainly don't walk around with my laces tied together."

Edlen stroked her chin with a talon, lost in thought. "Despite previous embarrassment, I'd take that as a good sign. Maybe your frustration caused a telekinesis spell to manifest by accident. MAybe your frustration caused you to tie your shoes by accident. A lot of beginning magicians accidently cast spells when they are angry."

"But I'm not a beginner," scowled Crisp. "Maybe it's the shoes themselves."

"Are they enchanted?"

"Well yes," said Crisp. He blushed like a child caught in wrong doing. He whispered into Edlan's ear about how Cairo had enchanted his favorite sneakers and how he himself had counter enchanted them.

The osprey's dark eyes widened. "What the hell are you doing here then?" She hissed. "Get back to your room, maybe they're reacting to your enchantments! Go! Go! GO! Before you get caught!"

Crisp hastened to do so, and walked as fast as he dared without drawing attention to himself. He slipped into his own room and sat on his swivel chair, staring at his red and green sneakers. He reached down and tried to pull off his shoes, but they seemed to cling to his feet, struggling with an almost animal intelligence to cling to his paws. Crisp was unsure of what to do with them. After a moment's hesitation, he decided that he'd still wait and see. Maybe Edlen's psionic theory held some water, and Crisp decided to pull out his rune kit and practice his mind magic.

The afternoon flew by in a storm of ink, paper, and spellwork, but neither Crisp nor his shoes showed any kind of reaction when he attempted to cast a psionic spell without a scroll. Cairo didn't even drop by between lessons, but Crisp was so engrossed in his work he wouldn't have noticed if he did.

"You've made fantastic progress with runes, Crisp," said Cairo, stepping from seemingly nowhere to look over Crisp's shoulder. The wolf had been practicing non stop, even skipping dinner in order to try and cast some mind magic without the help of scrolls. Cairo's voice wandered into the wolf's ear. "Have you been attempting to cast these spells without the scrolls before making them?"

"Every time," Crisp grumbled. "I feel the magic in me, trying to leave me, but it can't get out. Well, it does get out, but it doesn't do anything. I feel exhausted like I had just cast a pyromancy, but nothing ever happens. I don't know how to explain it better than that."

"You don't need to," whispered Cairo, sweeping a chair under his legs with a swipe of his dark tail. His voice returned to a normal volume. "It happens when I try a cast undumancy. I build up the spell, I put it firmly in my mind, I shout or whisper or spit the incantation, even wave my arms around like a lunatic and nothing happens. I've been pouring over every book on spellcraft in the library and I can't find anything on overcoming Forbidden Schools. I don't know how to help you or me get past our blocks. All we can do is keep trying." Slowly, Cairo leaned over Crisp's shoulder and gave him a light but long kiss on the side of his muzzle.

The wolf gave a pleasant shudder. Cairo hadn't trimmed his whiskers recently, and the kiss tickled. Crisp turned in his chair to give his master a more thorough kiss back. His steel grey paws traced Cairo's defined shoulders, and his tail impulsively wagged back and forth. There was a sudden squeal of protest from the chair beneath the otter as Crisp was pulled onto Cairo's lap. The wolf straddled the otter, and he let Cairo's hands slip beneath his jacket hem. Strong webbed hands gripped at the fur around his stomach, which was slightly rougher and thicker than the rest of the wolf's body.

They savagely pressed their bodies together, with firm arms pressing them close together. Crisp took the initiative and plunged his muzzle deep into Cairo's maw. He pressed his long, thin tongue against Cairo's broad, wet one. The two furs broke apart, and Cairo's face was graced by a mischievous smile. "I didn't give you permission to do that, pup."

"And what are you going to do about it?" growled Crisp before returning to Cairo's muzzle for another kiss.

"Throw the clothes off your body and put you in your place," chuckled the otter before diving back into Crisp's mouth. The otter's paws became more aggressive as they began to roll up the wolf's plain shirt along with his white and red jacket. The chair beneath them creaked again as Crisp started to grind his hips into Cairo's lap. Something large and throbbing was pressing against the wolf's taint, and his own length began to swell.

"Don't threaten me with a good time," laughed Crisp. His words were cut off by a firm squeeze from a strong paw. Crisp let out a small moan that was drowned out by a burst of wind. He literally sailed through the air, landing heavily on the bed, flat on his back.

Cairo stood up, letting his coat and pants slip off his toned body in a single fluid motion. He left on a tight fitting black tank top and his dark green boxer briefs. The underpants clung tightly to his dark body, but struggled to contain a throbbing bulge that stretched the waistband so that there was a gap between the drawer and his waist. his stomach was flat and lithe, and even through the dark silver fur Crisp could see the lines of his master's coiled body. His abs formed a tight V that pointed directly to his goods. The wolf moaned in lust, unconsciously reaching up to try and touch Cairo, but his master waved a hand, silently instructing him to lay back down.

The otter lept from the balls of his feet and landed lightly on top of the bed spread. His legs straddled Crisp, and now all the wolf could see was Cairo. His face glared down in a feral grin, his arms pressed the wolf firmly into the pillows, his knees dug into Crisp's palms, and his bulge beckoned as it cast a shadow over the pupil's face. "Suck it," whispered Cairo in a seductive purr. He thrust his hips forward by a fraction, and Crisp nodded with vigor.

Crisp leaned forward with difficulty. His master was placing just enough pressure on his shoulders that leaning forward would be an effort but not a real struggle. When he tried to move his hands from under his knees, Cairo pushed harder. Use of his hands were clearly forbidden in this exercise. That would be too easy. What's the point of any exercise if it could be achieved with ease? He inched his muzzle closer and attempted to hook Cairo's waistband with his protruding teeth, but couldn't manage to disrobe his master's endowment. Instead he licked the inside of his mouth and began to slobber at the bulge in his master's boxers. The fabric was coarse and musky, and began to grow damp with saliva and pre.

Crisp's tongue coated over Cairo's crotch again and again. Each slobbery lick caused his master to let out a small grunt of pleasure, and slowly, almost unconsciously, the otter began to hump the air in front of Crisp's muzzle, stuffing his wet package into his mouth. One of his hands traced the contours of the wolf's body, reaching back to undo Crisp's shorts. Once the fly was open, Cairo shoved Crisp's white shorts and bright red drawers down to his ankles to reveal the wolf's half hard member. Cairo didn't need to be reminded to keep the shoes on, and the wolf's toes wiggled in delight inside the sneakers. The Cairo gave his pupil a hard squeeze, producing a muffled moan from Crisp's mouth, which was now firmly stuffed with wetly wrapped otter cock.

"Mmm... fuck," groaned Cairo. "You're getting better pup." His hips began to instinctually grind and thrust against Crisp's body. His boxers were being stretched to their limit, and with a wrenching, ripping sound, Crisp ripped away his master's drawers in a fit of feral glee. Now that his master's full length was fully exposed, Crisp leaned forward and pressed his nose deep into his master's body fur. His tongue lapped along the underside of his master's cock, making loud, wet suckling noises as the wolf covered it in slobber.

Crisp let out a small moan as Cairo roughly grabbed his grey headfur and pinned his head so that he was forced to keep sucking. "You're gonna taste me tonight, pup. Keep going," growled Cairo. WIth seven inches of otter cock in his mouth, all that Crisp could do was let out a small, subby moan of affirmation. He had to fight back the urge to choke as Cairo thrust himself deeper. The taste of musk was stronger as his hardness continued to leak, and the subtle scent of Cairo's body odor began to rise as he started sweating in his ecstasy.

Cairo's climax was sudden. without warning, the otter began to thrust harder and faster. His fat pink head bumped into the roof of Crisp's mouth and his strong webbed paw gripped at the wolf's headfur. Suddenly, he withdrew his length so that only the very tip was enclosed by Crisp's lips, and let out a groan as he emptied himself into the eager muzzle of his apprentice.

The taste of Cairo's seed was foreign to Crisp, but it wasn't unpleasing. It was warm, viscous, sticky, and salty, but not bad. His muzzle filled rapidly as Cairo resumed a slow, uneven series of thrusts as his balls churned and emptied themselves. Crisp couldn't have spit out the cum, even if he wanted to. He swallowed eagerly, and began to use his tongue to play with Cairo's softening length in his mouth. The otter withdrew his member from Crisp's muzzle, but not before giving the wolf's shaft a firm and affectionate squeeze. "I'm not done with you, pup," said the otter. "Sit up."

Crisp's mouth cracked into a mischievous grin to rival his master's, and, at the permission of the otter, Crisp leaned his back up against Cairo's pillows. His length quivered and dripped at its full hardness, desperate for a release. With a twist of his fingers, Cairo drew a symbol in the air, and the blue rune wrapped itself around Crisp's shaft, warming it by a few degrees and leaving a small tingling sensation where it touched the wolf's skin. Crisp's feet tingled in anticipation inside his shoes, and they gave a large, seemingly involuntary twitch, as if they were trying to choke his feet. The only response this elicited was a long, involuntary throb. "How do you want me to earn it?" asked Crisp.

"Just do as I say," grinned Cairo before he lowered his maw over Crisp's length. The sensation was divine. THe otter's fur and whiskers tickled Crisp's sensitive member as he bobbed up and down the shaft. His broad, thick tongue wrapped around the shaft with expert precision. Crisp let out an extended moan as Cairo gave special attention to his sensitive head. His hands gripped the sheet, his hips thrust forward, and his tail flipped back and forth. As Cairo buried his wet nose into the wolf's pubic fur, he let out a drawn out howl. His balls were churning, his shaft contracting, and his whole body was convulsing. Every inch of his body was begging for release but unable to overcome the command of the rune on his body. "Oh gods master, let me cum!" begged Crisp, knowing what answer he'd get. "It's too much! I need it! I need it!" All Cairo did was work faster, moving a webbed paw up to give Crisp's sack a firm squeeze. The wolf let out a second howl for his master's pleasure, glad that rooms were magically and physically soundproofed.

Cairo pleasured and taunted his apprentice for three full minutes, forcing Crisp to stay on the cusp of orgasm as his shaft continued to be serviced. The rune didn't stop the wolf from leaking a steady stream of pre, and Cairo finished by lifting his head away with lips coated in a musky sheen. "Turn over," growled Cairo, leaning back and giving his own rock hard length a firm squeeze.

Crisp didn't need telling twice. Eagerly, he turned himself around, angling his rear into the air for his master's pleasure. He kept his tail still, covering his tailhole so that his master would have to move it to have access. "I need it," begged Crisp, his voice almost silent now. "I want to be fucked."

"That's my boy," grinned Cairo. A firm hand pushed aside Crisp's tail, revealing a pink, not-as-tight-as-it-used-to-be tailhole. "Need a pillow, pup?"

Crisp shook his head. He looked over his shoulder to look Cairo in the eye. "Do it," moaned the wolf. "I want it. I want to feel my master inside me."

"Brace yourself," whispered Cairo. In one slow, fluid motion, he pressed his fat, hard head against Crisp's upraised tail. It felt as though time itself slowed as the otter plunged inch after inch into Crisp's willing hole. Both let out small hisses of pleasure as Cairo's hips pressed into Crisp's rump. Their balls were warm and wet from their oral sessions, and two dark, heavy orbs rested on top of Crisp's smaller, light ones. They ground their bodies against each other, allowing Crisp to get used to the sensation of his newly stuffed hole.

"I'm ready," whispered Crisp. "I'm yours, Master."

"Good." The otter took Crisp's hands and crossed them behind the wolfs back, placing one hand on top of his crossed wrists. the other traced Crisp's waist and reached down to place his shaft firmly in the otter's hand. Cairo leaned over his apprentice's body to whisper into his ears. "Tell me if you're uncomfortable."

"I want you," begged Crisp, gladly relinquishing control of his body to his master. "I want to feel you. Don't hold back."

"Dangerous words," chuckled the otter. He began to thrust into Crisp's rear, slowly and methodically. The wolf's whole body jolted as he felt Cairo's balls and hips collide with his back side, and he moaned as he felt himself stretched wider with each thrust. The otter's other hand began to stroke Crisp's length, quickly bringing him to the point of orgasm. His whole body pressed against the magical barrier, begging to cum, but Crisp's only hope for release was to pleasure his master. As Cairo began to pick up his pace, Crisp felt his heels forcibly click together as his shoes vibrated around his paws. His paws curled in delight inside the shoes, and he moaned again as his feet were squeezed tight by the red cancas. Crisp repositioned his head so that he could look under his body, and from around Cairo's pumping hand, Crisp saw his own favorite sneakers tying his feet together. Now, whether he wanted it or not, his body was completely at the mercy of his master. The very thought caused Crisp's length to release a great throb, and he moaned louder as he felt his master pistoning his toned body into his own tailhole.

Cairo didn't seem to notice Crisp's shoes and their strange activity. His attention was devoted to pounding out Crisp's tailhole and stroking his member. He panted in time with his apprentice, on the brink of orgasm himself now. Each thrust produced a wet slap as his dark orbs bounced against Crisp's taint and balls, and his paws gripped at the wolf's body harder, pinning him into the bed. "You're too much," groaned the otter to the room at large. "You're ass... it's too good... I can't hold on... fuck!"

In response to his master's words, Crisp clenched around the length deep inside his body, trying to thrust backwards into his master to coax him faster to climax. "I want it," begged Crisp. His arms tugged against his master's grip, and his legs strained at the magical laces. "Fill me!"

The otter's thrusts slowed and strengthened, and Crisp felt Cairo's hips collide into him three more times before the warm and welcome sensation of cum flooded his tailhole. Cairo's moans were non-verbal and winded, and as he shot one final sticky rope into the wolf's eager hole, Crisp felt the magic leave him and he came in a torrent of pleasure. In three short seconds Crisp released what felt like three loads worth onto Cairo's bed as his body celebrated the long awaited release.

Cairo and Crisp collapsed together, with the otter's length still lodged in the wolf's tailhole. Crisp's chest was now pressed into the mess he had made by Cairo's gorgeous body, and he could feel his master's cum leaking out of his tailhole and onto his balls. The wolf gave a small giggle as Cairo kissed him at the base of his ear. "Have a good time, pup?"

Crisp only nodded before reaching back and taking Cairo's hand in his. He took his master's arm and moved it so that his hand was pressed against his own cheek. HE closed his eyes and melted into the pillow, feeling the warmth of their sweaty bodies laying on top of the bed. Cairo reached for the bedside lamp and turned it off.

They lay in silence for a minute before Cairo whispered into the darkness, "What did you do to the shoes, pup?"

Crisp gasped. He noticed?! "I...I..."

"Tried enchanting them yourself," finished Cairo. even in the darkness, the reflective fur around Cairo's muzzle was visible to Crisp's lupine nightvision. "I didn't know you liked a little bondage. You should've told me."

"I... I didn't know myself that I liked it so much," laughed Crisp.

"Well, sounds like we'll have something to try out next time," said Cairo before kissing Crisp again.

"When is 'next time?'" asked Crisp.

Cairo rolled off of Crisp's back. He lay naked on his side before stroking at Crisp's headfur, his fingers playing with the goggles that were still on the wolf's head even after their antics. The otter played with the tied up laces, tugging at the knot before untying it and retying the shoes so that they wouldn't trip up his apprentice. The laceplay teased at Crisp's arousal, and he almost had a mind to ask for a second round, but Cairo seemed content to just lie in bed with him. "Whenever you like, pup," mumbled the otter.