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Starting a Bigger, Better Life

Written by Klesk Vadrigaar

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Darkness, silence, the foreboding, choking embrace of night, the eeriness of an empty abode, the scent of warm spice and fresh spring flowers. One of these things was not like the others, there was something here that didn't belong, and as far as Dairou was concerned, that odd thing out was him.

The thin, fair haired raccoon stood at the entrance of a high rising tower located in the middle of an otherwise barren landscape. On his body he wore only the simple attire of a peasant, and on his back hung a small traveling pack. To any onlooker he would have cut the very definition of a bog standard walker of the roads, were it not for two very defining aspects: from his neck hung a distinctive charm, indicating he was a practitioner of the magical arts, and in his paws was a scroll scented with the smell of spring and bearing the invitation that had brought him here. The latter had been delivered to him at the Academy not two days earlier, and now that Dairou had done as it commanded, he had to ponder if someone was playing a prank on him. While the tower before him certainly looked like the abode that a powerful sorcerer would reside in, it was lacking one rather critical aspect: namely light, or sound, or movement, heck, just some sign that there was actually someone living here.

Rolling up the scroll, the raccoon gave a sigh and reached for the giant wrought iron lever hanging from the jaws of a black dragon head mounted on the door. He'd come this far, obeyed the instructions on the scroll to the letter, surely there couldn't be any harm in entertaining this premise just a little bit longer.

The night itself seemed to stir in surprise as there came a booming "CLANK" from the doorknocker. Heaving the massive lever up, Dairou brought it to strike against the dragon's jaw again. A second "CLANK!" shattered the silence of the night, followed by a third, then a fourth. The lever proved as heavy as it looked, but the raccoon put everything he had into making it announce his presence. He had to ponder just why the heck someone would install a knocker so big that it would quickly exhaust anyone trying to use it, but considering the door it was mounted to was over ten times the height of the one standing before it, he figured the architect that had built this place was just trying to keep the aesthetic consistent.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

Dairou tried to knock a fifth time, but his arms screamed that they were too tired. Mopping sweat from his brow, the grey furred mephit pressed an ear to the door and listened for some sign of activity.

"Hello?" He called out in a louder voice. The night refused to reply with anything meaningful, and he sighed heavily. It seemed the effort he'd expended to come out here was to be in vain after all...

GRROOOOOWWWWWR!

Or not.

Dairou jumped back as the most unearthly noise was followed by the sound of metallic scraping. He looked up at the knocker, and rubbed his eyes. On a night like this one had to expect that lack of light and a vivid imagination could lead one to see things that weren't there, but the sound of a beast waking from slumber, coupled with the sight of the iron dragon head arching itself up to the sky made it hard for Dairou to entertain that possibility. As the suddenly animated doorknocker then reached over to nab a length of chain hanging from the doorframe and pull itself open, the raccoon then knew he was not hallucinating.

"Step inside, young one."

Dairou finally found the will to tear his gaze away from the door and look into the abyss that had been revealed beyond.

"Fear not, you are welcome here."

The voice was deep, manly, and very soothing. Dairou felt his doubts and fears be gently quelled as he listened, though the concern of not being able to see anything in the pitch-blackness prevented him from relaxing.

Taking a deep breath, the raccoon gingerly extended a foot forward, bringing it over the threshold to rest within the tower's domain. Showing even greater hesitance, he forced his other foot to follow, and promptly held his breath as his entire body made the transition to within the tower.

With a resounding and not at all friendly 'THUD' the door swung shut behind him, leaving him now completely enveloped in darkness. He was trapped, with no means of leaving, yet no sooner had this new fear gripped the raccoon than the voice returned to stamp it out.

"Welcome, Dairou. I am pleased that you received my message."

There was a clap, a thundering smash of palms striking against palms, and like the flash that usually accompanied such, the world was suddenly brought back into existence. Lamps flared up overhead, descending to cast away the dark and show Dairou the wonders of this new domain. The room he now stood in was massive; easily the size of a stadium, yet decorated in such a way that told this was truly a realm of pure magic. Across the walls were etchings of figures draped in heavy robes and carrying staffs, each immortalized in the midst of practicing spells, studying alchemy or perusing some other manner of the supernatural arts. Any space that was not occupied by one of these scenes was filled with archaic text, writings and words that the raccoon recognized as the language of the mages. Glancing up he noted that the lamps were not bound by chain or any means of suspension, they merely hovered like balloons in the air, kept afloat by other magical means no doubt.

Dairou felt his nerves loosen as his gaze returned to eye level, allowing him to behold that the room opened up ahead into an even greater expanse. Here books of every kind were neatly stored along the walls and tables were piled high with all the expected tools and equipment needed for magical study. A small garden took up the center of the vast interior, comprising a tall tree with a bevy of plants growing around it. The raccoon guessed these were ingredients to be used for alchemical purposes, but on their own, they gave the area a nice sense of nature still being present amongst the fantastic.

"Uh...well...hello! I'm honored for you to have summoned me here...uh..."

Dairou's awe quickly fell to awkwardness. He frantically searched for the scroll and ripped it open again in search of a rather vital piece of information.

"Marek, the Great and Powerful." He read, drawing back at the amused chuckle that echoed across the room. "Uhh...if you'll forgive me though, may I ask why?"

"Certainly." The voice replied. "The Archmage of the Syldavian Academy forwarded your credentials my way. According to him you've proven yourself quite the exemplary student, though not in the traditional areas of magic."

Parchment buckled under fingers as Dairou absently wadded the scroll. "Uh...is that so?"

"Indeed. He feels the usual tutelage is not suitable for your development, and thought I might be more successful in finding an avenue for you to apply yourself." The voice mused, still in that agonizingly deep yet so soothingly calm tone. "Do you know of who I am?"

Dairou tentatively shook his head.

"No, no I thought not. I prefer to keep to myself and let the work conducted here speak for itself, as you will now see."

The raccoon turned, as there came a fresh sound of shifting stone, the creaking, grating symphony of yet more inanimate material suddenly being given life. One of the lamps floated over to light an alcove in the wall, revealing a marble plinth sculpted in the likeness of a giant hand. The polished, expertly cut fingers were slowly pulling themselves away from each other, spreading out to reveal a large and dusty tome sitting in the palm.

"Please approach and read the words on the pages."

Dairou did as instructed, gasping lightly when the book rose from its cradle and opened to a set of pages that burned with the light of the words written upon them. As incredible as all this was to behold, the raccoon was starting to feel a bit out of his depth. He was little more than a first year student, not even to apprentice level yet, and still a mage with the power to have made everything around him possible had apparently seen fit to pick him out of the many other, to him, far more experienced practitioners.

"Read." The voice said softly.

Clearing his throat, Dairou studied the glowing words, his brow furrowing as he recognized a few of them.

"This...this looks like an alteration spell." He commented.

"You know of it?" The voice asked, a little surprised.

"Well...I've heard of the type. But this is way more advanced than what I'm currently studying. Not even graduates are able to work this kind of magic."

Dairou cringed as he expected to be scolded. Instead the voice softly replied.

"Just try it. Humor me."

With a hesitant swallow, Dairou began to recite the words.

"ARAKASH...BRYTSKY...HUME-T'SHKAPAL...OHMA TET..._uh.._TETERAS...SORIKIN ...NYMH!"

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_ _ The raccoon paused and looked around him. The room remained unchanged, with no sign that he'd managed to accomplish anything besides wasting his breath. Not wanting to offend his host, however, Dairou continued with the spell.

"NYET....DOMA-PYRAH...ENUS-KIT..."

_ _

_ _ He winced, realizing he'd made a mistake.

"Uhh...I mean...KRYT-UDAY....AHN...DURAGAN...FERAS...CAHN...DURON!"

_ _

_ _ The raccoon shivered, feeling a sudden spasm wrack his body. He stumbled away from the tome, clutching his arms and feeling his breath run short. With concentration he got himself back under control, though his legs still felt weak.

"Was...that okay?" He asked.

"Perfect." The voice replied. The fact that it sounded so pleased did little to dispel Dairou's apprehension.

"So....what now?"

"Now we wait, and see what happens."

Dairou cocked an eyebrow, wanting to know just what that was supposed to mean. Unfortunately no sooner had he opened his mouth than he felt another spasm rip through his body, this one stronger, more intense, and yet more pleasurable.

"Wha....aaaaghhhh..." He weakly cried as his legs gave out. He collapsed onto the floor, finding momentary mercy that there was a thick, soft carpet running the length of the room. In the next minute, however, a third spasm was upon him, this one feeling like it was trying to push its way out of every part of his body at once. The raccoon thrashed violently, gasping as he felt not pain but pleasure from the experience.

"What's happening!?" He cried.

"Exactly what I'd hoped to have happened. How magnificent." The voice intoned as Dairou ceased to thrash. "Shhhhh....worry not, young one. This is nothing to be feared. Let the spell take effect upon you."

Dairou gasped for air as he felt himself shiver again. It really was strange how little this hurt. From what he knew about medicine, anything that caused such violent reactions in a morph was a sign that something was terribly wrong, yet as he felt his being shake and sweat, he honestly couldn't say that was the case. Quite the opposite, actually, it felt like something was being put right within him.

"The...the spell? But...agghhh...it didn't do anything! Least, it didn't look like it did."

"Mmmmm. Yes, I designed that particular work to be more subtle than the usual fare. Instead of the standard light show that spells whip up, this one takes that energy and focuses it within, to activate the seed that was planted previously."

"The...the seed?" Dairou asked. He felt another urge to thrash, but suddenly his clothing seemed too restrictive to do so. With grit teeth he tried to roll over onto his front, and blushed as he felt the seams of his tunic split. Again there was no negative effect save for his embarrassment. It felt more like he'd just stretched his muscles and worked out a bit of tightened stress.

"Yes, you did notice the perfumed scent on the scroll when you were reading it, no? Another of my more sneaky creations. It's designed to infuse one's being and act as a sort of indicator of any latent power they might posses. Had there been no power within you, it and the spell you just recited would have had no effect."

Dairou looked up, curiosity briefly managing to overcome the intensity of the sensations in his body. He scanned as much of the room as he could, but the source of the voice was nowhere to be seen.

A fresh tightness suddenly wrenched through his chest, and the raccoon collapsed onto the floor again.

"You...ahhhh...you mean...."

The pop of threads coming apart echoed through the interior as he flexed his shoulder upward and felt it tear through the sleeve.

"What's happening to you now is your potential is being brought out, and truly astounding potential it is!" The voice sounded awestruck, murring with pleasure as Dairou dragged himself over to one of the pillars and slumped against it. He looked to his arms, watched as the sleeves of his tunic stretched and tore away from them. Hesitantly he flexed, and gasped anew as the fabric exploded to reveal considerably bigger muscles now graced his arm.

"Tell me young one, what is your lineage? Who were your parents?"

Dairou moaned at being questioned in the middle of such an overpowering transformation.

"My....my parents....aghhhh.....El....ooooh.....Eliza....my mother....Eliza....gurgh....an alchemist....."

"Hmmm....and your father?"

Dairou panted as he tore his other sleeve off. The sight of such strength blooming under his fur was as intoxicating as it was frightening. He felt relaxed, yet excited at the same time. This was unheard of as far as his knowledge of magic went, but as he grew in both strength and height, the raccoon could find little cause to complain.

"Father....fa-nghhh...I....I never knew my father. Mom...grrrrr....said he left when I was very young....never came back....."

"I see." The voice mused. "Yet you display as much latent skill for alteration as you do for alchemy."

Dairou gasped a confirmation as he felt his legs quickly catching up. Long fissures coursed across his pants as his quads and glutes forced their way out of the cloth prison.

"Kne....knew I came from a strong magical background. Seemed only right to study....gagh...become a mage.....aghhhh....make Mom proud....AGH!!!"

Now the tightness was in his groin as well as his chest, seeing to it that all parts of his anatomy got the same treatment. Flexing again, the raccoon stared drunkenly at the ballooning veins etching across his biceps, frantically feeding more blood to the expanding muscles. He attempted to sit up, but felt like his torso was in a vice. With a feral roar of defiance, Dairou ripped his tunic wide open, gasping in awe when he beheld his pecs had now swelled out to the size of watermelons, with a six pack of abs slowly chiseling themselves onto his stomach. His black nipples were stretching along with his fur as the nubs rose up till they were bigger than his thumbs. Dairou reached out to touch them, felt they were as hard as the stone pillar he rested against, and he cried with new delight as even that little touch made pleasure explode all across his front.

"I think she'd have been very proud to know this is the caliber of kit she raised." The voice commented as the raccoon continued to explore his changing self, looking to be on the verge of orgasm from how wonderful it felt. "Very proud indeed."

Tears of joy ran down Dairou's cheeks as he continued to change. His paws ran endlessly across his front, feeling his pecs and abs gaining mass with each breath. Soon his chin was resting nicely between the granite slabs, while his traps slowly rose like magnificent mountains till they towered over his head. This was heaven, pure and utter heaven, and yet still his body gave the sensation that it was nowhere near finished.

"Tell me, if you had your choice, what field of magic would you prefer to apply yourself to?" The voice queried as the last few scraps of Dairou's tunic fell from his body and his pants burst open completely. A two foot length of black penis flopped heavily onto a pair of grey furred bowling balls, taking only a moment to savor its freedom before rising in reaction to a fresh growth spurt.

"I'd...ooooh....guess alteration....seems like the obvious choice...but....still....ahhhh....I don't know if...."

Dairou struggled to his feet, gasping as the floor seemed to fall away from him. Looking around the room he guessed he had to be at least 7 feet tall now, and still his body bloomed with the demand for more. Looking over head, he gave thanks that the ceiling still seemed a mile away. It meant he wasn't about to damage the place with his changing body.

"Do you feel perhaps you would be better at a lesser known art? Something not widely practiced by the mages of this land?"

The question wafted incomprehensibly through the raccoon's intoxicated mind. As his balls plopped like two massive weights onto the ground he stumbled over to where a group seat lay waiting under the book shelves.

Well...'seat' was a rather weak word to use. As he got closer and collapsed against it, Dairou saw it was closer to a queen sized bed. The size of the room and the shadows must have tricked his vision.

"I....ngh.....possibly. I've considered it." He bleated while reaching down to stroke his growing erection. It now stood over four feet long and was as thick as his newly muscled up thigh. The flesh felt hot, as though it might scald his paws, but as he rubbed the ebony pillar up and down, he found the pleasure was too much for him to maintain any worry.

"From how you're acting, I'd say the answer is pretty definite." The voice mused. Dairou blushed hard, the sharp realization of what he was doing briefly shattering the blissful haze. He thought he should stop, but his arms refused to obey. He was growing stronger and taller with every passing second, and they wanted to explore this new wonderland that was unfolding before them.

"S-Sorry..." The raccoon wept, unable to hold back the fresh tears. A disproving tsk reverberated across the walls.

"Young one, there is no need to apologize. By all means if this is pleasing to you then indulge yourself. It gives me better clarification on what you can do, and how you might be of use to me." The voice replied, sighing as the raccoon got a face full of pre from his cock. "Incredible that I should be graced with one as rich in raw talent as myself."

Dairou licked his face and savored the rich flavor of his pre. Looking up at the wall of his pecs he moaned as the now blimp sized head of his cock peeked over them, drooling a small waterfall of fluid down the grey furred slopes for him to lap up.

"Such talent...as yourself?" He demanded, perhaps more forcefully than was needed but he was feeling so manly right now it seemed wrong to not show it.

"Indeed. Are you familiar with the little known arts of sex magic?"

Dairou winced, not as much from being posed more questions but because the pre fall was failing to slake his thirst. He needed more, and seeing the bulbous cock above him he promptly reached up and took the tasty flesh into his mouth.

"Apparently so. Excellent. " The voice chuckled.

Dairou gurgled something that may have been a protest, but with his mouth full of cock and his face full of happiness it seemed he was in no position to argue. His feet kicked at the far side of the seat, the furniture barely seeming big enough to support his bulk. His balls swelled and churned with rich seed, their size now greater than would fit between his meaty legs. His shoulders were broad enough to span time zones now, his chest strong enough to exert its own gravitational pull, and STILL the raccoon would not stop growing.

"Well such is where my mastery lies. If you will permit me this slightly egotistical comment, I am one of the most expert practitioners of the art."

Dairou nodded mutely. Pre was flowing down his throat like hot, filling nectar. His cock tasted incredible, and every suckle and lick coerced it to reward him with more. All around his body glowed with pleasurable heat as his muscles gained more striations, more veins, and more mass. He was now a true hulk of gorgeous sculpt and might, his growth slowing slightly but not just about to cease.

"So then you...." He muttered while aggressively stroking himself off.

"Yes, I wish to see if you hold the same promise. I am pleased to see that you do."

Hearing the foreboding creak of wood buckling under too much weight, Dairou rolled over and fell with a crushing impact onto the floor again. The sudden sensation of his cock being squeezed between the soft carpet and his rock-hard muscles made the raccoon realize he was going to go crazy if he didn't cum, and soon!

"But I....I....uhhhhh..." Again he tried to protest, and again his effort was pitiful. He rolled over and smooshed his cock between his abs and the cleft of his pecs. Pre soaked his front like a burst dam as he resumed licking, sensing he was on the precipice of climax.

"You what? You don't see yourself following the same path?" The voice chuckled again. "Young one, I fear your body is telling me quite the opposite."

Dairou bucked his hips, thrusting his massive pillar through the valley between his muscles. With one paw pinching and fondling his huge nipples and the other rubbing the ballooning urethra of his shaft, he finally felt the pleasure building within him give out.

Growling in a voice deep enough to make the stone walls tremble in fear, the raccoon thrashed in the throes of the most intense orgasm he'd ever experienced. Giving a tremendous, earth cracking throb, his cock spewed forth gallons upon gallons of the most potent, most delicious smelling seed imaginable. The furniture was promptly smashed up against the wall by the sudden flood, the bookshelves cracking and spilling their contents as they were forced through into the walls they were mounted against. Minute upon minute, the raccoon came all over himself, his surroundings, the lamps and whatever else happened to be in the blast radius.

"Ohhhhh....oooh gods...." Dairou moaned. A huge glob of cum splattered onto his face as he finally began to taper off. He hungrily gulped it down and tasted just how strong and appetizing it was.

"Quite something isn't it? The first time one truly experiences the power of sex magic."

Dairou nodded as he rubbed cum over his body, feeling its heat infuse through his new form to help him relax a bit. His growth seemed to have ceased along with his orgasm, but just as his cock still stood rigid and ready for round two, the raccoon sensed this was only a temporary lull.

"I...can't believe I did that." He moaned, resting against his traps. "I can't believe I made such a mess."

The now cum splattered walls shook with new subservience as the voice laughed.

"Oh that's hardly a concern. I'm more interested in seeing the results of your initial foray into these arts."

Another thunderous clap, and the lamps suddenly bled fire in all directions. Flames the color of spring grass erupted to burn away the cum from their containers, spilling out to flow down the walls and then across the floor. In their wake, the room was left as it had been when Dairou first arrived, not a trace of the damage nor the mess from his masturbatory escapade was left, save for that which covered his body.

"Cleansing flame?" The raccoon uttered as he watched the green fire surround him, then vanish into nothingness. "But...but I was taught that such a spell is intended only to dismiss illusions, or destroy a conjured item. How can it be used to clean and fix physical matter?"

"Sexual magic opens the doors to many new possibilities. The cum you produced was tainted heavily with the energy of your own latent abilities. Through study and careful adjustment of the cleansing flame spell, I made it capable of absorbing that energy and using it to manipulate the world." The voice explained.

Dairou sat up and looked himself over, his mind still high on the afterglow of his orgasm, and getting higher as he beheld what a truly massive powerhouse he now was.

"Then this...this is possible because I'm...a prodigy for this sort of art?"

"Indeed. I suspect your father had a similar background, though perhaps even he underestimated just what level of power his offspring would inherit as a result."

Dairou's ears twitched. He sensed there was a difference in the voice, it's timbre was changing to sound less distant. Placing a paw on the floor he felt it rumble anew every few seconds.

"Clearly you are every bit the promising student I expected. The natural born mage that few can dream of being."

The crashing thuds of footfalls now joined the tremors. Sensing movement in the darkness, Dairou looked to the far end of the hall, and gasped at what was revealed.

"I have found my new apprentice."

Into the light surrounding the tree stepped a dragon...well...actually that might have been too weak a word. From the size of his body and the size of his muscles, perhaps 'draconic god' might have been more fitting. Even at his new stature, Dairou was still dwarfed by the gigantic beast, who towered well over 8 feet if the comparison of the tree next to him was any indication. His body was essentially a wall of emerald green scales, wrapped tightly around beef and brawn that looked like apt to crack an entire continent in two. The only thing giving his muscles a run for their money was the dragon's genitals comprised of an utterly gorgeous set of balls big enough to obscure even his massive legs and a red, barbed shaft that flopped several feet onto the floor.

Gazing upwards, Dairou felt his breath catch in his throat as he beheld the drake's pecs were too big to see what might lie above them, though said drake quickly amended that by leaning over to reveal the majesty of his horned head.

"App...Apprentice?" The raccoon breathlessly asked. His heart was starting to melt from how handsome the dragon was, not to mention he was staring at him with such a warm, affectionate glow to his eyes.

"Indeed. You have proven today that you possess the potential to be one of the greatest mages ever. It would be wrong of me not to help you hone that talent."

A hand was offered to help Dairou up off the floor. The sheer heat of the dragon's scales made him murr again as he sensed his body tingle with the demand that it be allowed to try and catch up now that a new challenge had been presented.

"So you then are Marek?"

"I am." The dragon replied as Dairou looked himself over.

"So this....was this your doing?" He asked. Marek shook his head.

"Not in the least. This was only made possible by the power that has slept within you since birth. All I did was provide the catalyst to awaken it and bring it into a more physical form.

Dairou gave his arms a flex finding his biceps had now swollen to the point that he couldn't even touch the tops of them with his fingers. He bounced his pecs and murred again as they batted against his nose.

"I'm capable of this?" He asked, turning to assume a side pose so he could study his legs.

"That, and so much more." Marek replied, licking his lips as the raccoon showed off what a perfectly sculpted hunk he'd become. "That is of course, if you want to. I imagine you could still focus your efforts towards the more general fields if you want. I merely wished to show you what your true calling could be."

A red, red blush shone through Dairou's ears. He looked up and felt his cock begin to leak pre again as the massively buff and beautiful drake admired him.

"You're willing to teach me? As your own personal charge?"

"Everything I know. My intention is to make you into as much of a master as myself, as well as something more if, indeed, things go that route."

The tingling steadily grew worse. Dairou's body was practically screaming for him to accept so he could get up to Marek's level. He deemed it wise not to argue.

"This is...truly one of the greatest honors I could have ever hoped for. I don't know what to say...except, thank you."

Two scaled hands were around the raccoon's waist, pulling him close so he and Marek could share a kiss of welcome, and of promise.

"Perfect. We just need to take care of one thing."

One hand left the mephit so it could summon something from the floor. Blowing on his closed fist, the dragon opened it to reveal the magical charm the raccoon had been wearing, now enlarged to suit his bigger frame.

"Hold onto this. Let it serve as the symbol of your new status, and what you soon will be."

Dairou shed fresh tears as the charm was fastened around his neck. He leaned forward to kiss the dragon again, holding close to those warm, smooth lips before he felt his body shiver with renewed need.

"I think we'd better get started on my training. I feel the urge to impress you again stirring within me."

With a laugh and a nuzzle, Marek lead his new apprentice into what would be his new domain.

"And impress me you will, Dairou. Believe me, you will!"