{"sf1_id":87202,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Hexes and Heroes Chapter 2 Written by JustLurking","author":"supersonic250","words":7706,"posted_at":"2009-05-14T17:19:00.000Z","tags":["Bukkake","Cub","Fantasy","Gangbang","Hermaphrodite","Hypnosis","Mind Control","Other/Herm","Plot Development","Spooge"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/87202-hexes-and-heroes-chapter-2-written-by-justlurking","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/87202","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=87202\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#3 of Hexes and Heroes","content":"Hexes and Heroes  \nChapter 2: To Market, to market...  \n  \n  \n\"How can you stand the heat Saria?\" A panting, dripping Téana  \nasked her companion, as they walked side by through Sanuman's bustling  \nmain market.  \n  \n\"Mmm?\" Saria raised an eyebrow, as if not understanding the question.  \n  \n\"Don't play games Sar.\" Téa gasped. \"I'm dying of heat stroke  \nin just my leathers, but you're hardly breaking a sweat in that heavy  \nrobe of yours. How do you do it?\"  \n  \n\"Mage's Secret I'm afraid Téa.\" Saria said enigmatically.  \n  \n\"Come on, spill it.\" Téa insisted.  \n  \nSaria smiled, slightly sheepishly, \"I cast Water Elemental Burst with  \na Shadow modifier.\"  \n  \n\"I've seen you cast that, it lets you freeze anything in a metres  \nreach, right?\" Téa asked, not understanding Saria's reluctance.  \n  \n\"At level one.\" Saria agreed, \"At level two it's two metres,  \nat three it's four, and so on.\"  \n  \n\"So?\" Téa asked, still oblivious.  \n  \n\"I cast it at level one-sixteenth.\" Seeing that Téa was still  \nconfused, Saria spelled it out for her, \"Which has just enough distance  \nand power to chill my underwear.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"You...\" Téa broke down in a fit of giggles, forcing her to lean on  \nher companion, and drawing strange looks from passers by, \"I don't  \nsuppose you could cast that on me could you?\" She asked when she  \neventually recovered her breath.  \n  \n\"'Fraid not Téa.\" The cheetah mage said regretfully, \"Unless  \nyou were hugging me the whole time I'd have to cast level one and  \nthat'd turn you into a Téa-cicle.\"  \n  \n\"It wouldn't be so bad if they'd built these damn streets level.\"  \nTéa grumbled good naturedly. \"Hiking up and down these hills is  \nkilling me.\"  \n  \nSanuman was a large city in the hilly regions near Lanreal Kingdom's  \nsouth-eastern border. The whole city was a mess of small, twisty,  \nslanted streets packed to bursting with fursons from all walks life.  \nThe principal materials used in sun-baked Sanuman's construction were  \nstones, clays and muds. The dust was pervasive, and the smell of it  \nwas everywhere.  \n  \nTéa and Saria had arrived at dusk the previous evening, just before the  \ncity gates closed. They'd gone directly to the guild building where  \nthey had signed in, enjoyed a hearty supper, a good night's sleep,  \nand, most importantly, handed over the necklace of Sinbana. The guild  \nhouse had, as usual, advanced the reward moneyâ€\"minus the guild's  \ncutâ€\"for Téa and Saria, and arranged for the necklace to be couriered  \nto it new home in a museum by the next available D-rank team.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; With their debts settled, their accounts squarely in the black and their  \npurses much heavier, the girls had decided to stay in Sanuman a few days  \nand do some re-tooling before taking their next mission.  \n  \n\"The hills aren't that bad Téa.\" Saria countered, \"Look none  \nof the locals have any problem with it.\"  \n  \n\"Well I do.\" Téa stuck out her tongue at her friend, \"I can  \nhonestly say I've been in dungeons which were easier to navigate.\"  \n  \n\"You exaggerate too mu...Ooooh!\" A stall selling grimoires caught  \nSaria's eye. She pounced on the nearest book and started fingering  \nit possessively. The stall owner just smiled, secure in the knowledge  \nthat he was going to make a sale.  \n  \n\"Sar! Sar!\" Téa tried to re-obtain her friend's attention.  \n\"Okay,\" she sighed as she realised that it was futile, \"I know  \nit's useless to try and tare you away from your books when you get  \nstarted. I'll be over there looking for provisions, all right?\"  \nShe gestured at a stall slightly down hill.  \n  \n\"M'kay.\" Saria said distractedly, already nose-deep in the table  \nof contents.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Téa frowned, and put her hands on her hips, \"...I think I'll spend  \nyour money too while I'm at it.\"  \n  \n\"Sounds good.\" Saria said as she tried out one of the hand-wiggles  \ndescribed in the magical tome.  \n  \nTéa sighed again, and slouched off. If Saria was true to form,  \nshe would probably be distracted for the best part of twenty minutes  \nexamining the books before she decided on the ones she wanted.  \n  \nTéa looked at the market. It was typical of most that she had seen in  \nher travels. Stalls and their owners lined both sides of the cramped  \nstreets, selling all the goods that the good furson's of Sanuman  \nneeded, and quite a lot of cheep and tacky tat that they didn't.  \nMany of the stalls were decorated with yellow and blue ribbons, for  \nreasons that Téa didn't immediately grasp. She supposed it might  \nbe a ‘local-thing'. Around the stalls the inhabitants of Sanuman  \nwent about their lives. Locals, tourists, adventurers, shopkeepers and  \nthe odd guard all ceaselessly milling about the street. She sighed  \nagainâ€\"she'd probably really like Sanuman if only it wasn't for  \nthe heat and the damn hills.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Téa focused her attention on the stall in front of her. It was selling  \nfood stuffs, both perishable and longer lasting. She smiled as she  \nstarted picking out supplies for Saria and herself. As a swordsman  \nTéa's metabolism was in high gear. She burned carbs almost as fast  \nas she could consume them. Saria, on the other hand, only had to look  \nat a slice of cake to put on weight.  \n  \nThe situation was almost funny. Saria would start out every mission  \ninsisting she would stick to her diet, but she would break after a few  \ndays of watching Téa wolf down her sugary meals, and they would start  \nsharing their rations. After every mission, Saria would regret the  \nweight she had put on, and the cycle would repeat. The joke of it was  \nthat Saria's constant on-again-off-again diet meant that her weight  \nnever varied more then a stone in either direction anyway.  \n  \nTéa's musing was interrupted by the sound of approaching chanting.  \n  \nShe looked up from the stall just in time to see a procession of monks  \nturn the corner onto the street. They were clad, head to toe, in blue  \nand yellow robes, and ambled forward slowly, mumbling a solemn plain  \nchant as they went. Their faces were covered and bowed, leaving Téa  \nwith no clue as to their species.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Behind the lead monks was a horse drawn cart. The cart was old and  \nrickety looking, but had been decorated loving in the same blue/yellow  \ncolours that the monks wore. Tied to the cart, by two heavy looking  \nropes, was a large crystal ball, about ten feet wide, which was so clear  \nthat Téa initially thought it was glass.  \n  \n\"Who're they?\" Téa asked turning to the stall owner, a cheerful  \nlooking fennec vixen in her fifties.  \n  \n\"They're from the ascensionist temple,\" the shopkeeper replied,  \n\"in the square at the top of the hill.\"  \n  \n\"Ascentionists?\" Téa said, perplexed.  \n  \n\"The Followers of the Fourteen Ascended Saints.\" The shop keeper  \nindicated the ribbons on the stalls that Téa had noticed earlier,  \n\"We've quite a big following in this town.\"  \n  \nTéa watched with interest as the procession shuffled along past her.  \nNow that it was nearer, she could hear the ball bleating. Her curiosity  \npeaked, she stood on tip toes and peered at the cart. She couldn't  \nsee anything until it had trundled past and the back of the cart became  \nvisible to her. What she saw caused her to blinked twice.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Why is there a /feral/ goat sitting inside that ball?\" She asked  \nthe shopkeeper incredulously.  \n  \n\"The goat is the holy animal of our chapter dearie,\" the shopkeeper  \nexplained with good natured fervour, \"it is a sacred animal to us.  \nYou see that crystal?\" The shopkeeper waited for Téa to nod,  \n\"It's enchanted. Three inches thick, and selectively permeable.  \nOnly the purest of pure things can enter, and impurities are expelled.  \nThat goat will breath only the freshest of air and eat only the cleanest  \nof food. It will never know anything of disease or sickness.\"  \n  \n\"I see.\" Téa said slowly, trying not to sound like she was humouring  \nthe shopkeeper.  \n  \n\"Isn't it just wonderful?\" The shopkeeper gushed oblivious.  \n\"The temple has been collecting for its third goat all year.\"  \n  \n\"Oh, absolutely.\" Téa agreed quickly. \"Wonderful!\"  \n  \nJust then, a stoneâ€\"probably picked up by the departing cartâ€\"whizzed  \ntowards Téa's head. Téa, a veteran at dodging missiles, successfully  \nspun to avoid it, and it impacted harmlessly on the wall behind her.  \nShe turned back to face the shopkeeper.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Pretty smooth moves, eh?\" She boasted, as she moved to effect a  \nnonchalant pose leaning against the stall. Téa quickly jumped back  \nthough, as one side of the stall gave way under her weight.  \n  \nWhat happened next was like watching dominoes fall to Téa.  \n  \nThe fenic shopkeeper took a step backwards away from her collapsing stall  \nin shock, and accidentally tripped on a feral rat. The rat took off  \nup the hill in fright, which startled a flock of pigeons into flight.  \nThe pigeons swarmed the passing cart as they took to their wings,  \nwhich caused the horse pulling the cart to rear up in surprise. This,  \nin turn shifted the weight of the globe in the cart, which was too much  \nfor the ageing axil to bear. It snapped, causing the back of the cart  \nto splinter and one of the ropes to loosen.  \n  \nTéa watched, arms slack, mouth agape, as, over the course of a few  \nshort seconds, events spiralled totally out of control.  \n  \nThe goat in the ball bleated in concern as the now-free globe began to  \nroll backwards.  \n  \n\"Oh, that is /so/ unfair.\" She said to no one in particular as the  \nsphere thumped to the ground and started to roll down hill towards her.  \nThen she turned, and ran as hard as she could.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Behind her the ball picked up speed. The concerned bleating of the  \ngoat turned to panic baying as it was picked up spun around inside its  \nformally placid habitat which was now rolling down hill crushing whatever  \ngot in its way.  \n  \nTéa screamed as she ran. Reassuringly most of the other market-goers  \ndecided to join in as well, and soon the whole street was alive with  \nscreaming. Utter pandemonium erupted.  \n  \nFortunately, the other denizens of the marketplace had a bit more notice  \nof the ball's descent than Téa had, and were able to jump out of  \nthe way. One or two of the cooler heads in the crowd even managed to  \npull very elderly, very young or just very confused fursons to safety  \nwith them as the leapt.  \n  \nTéa was less fortunate, she had been right behind the cart when globe  \nstarted rolling. The ball was right on her heals. If she weaved left  \nor right it would certainly crush her.  \n  \nShe slammed her boots into the ground hard. Picking up the pace,  \nand trying to widen the gap between her and pancake-hood. It worked.  \nAt full pelt she was slightly faster than the ball.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Behind her the sphere jumped and skipped on the cobblestones. The goat  \ngiving particularly surprised bleats when it did.  \n  \n‘If I can keep this up for just a bit longer,' she reasoned, ‘I  \nshould be able to spot a nook or a side street in time to dâ€\"'.  \nTéa's spirits fell as she rounded a corner to see that the road  \nwas walled at the bottom of the hillâ€\"a literal dead end Téa thought  \nmacabrely.  \n  \nThen she caught sight of a guard snoozing at the base of the wall, no  \ndoubt when he was supposed to be on duty. She screamed at him to wake  \nup and run, but it was a wasted effort. If the noise of the screaming  \ncrowd and the roar of the globe didn't wake him it seemed unlikely  \nanything would.  \n  \nShe was trying to work out howâ€\"like the good little adventurer she  \nwasâ€\"she could save both herself and the guard when a grey blur darted  \nacross the street. It grabbed the slumbering guard and ran down a  \nside street.  \n  \nShe felt a surge of gratitude to the blur, whoever they had beenâ€\"now  \nshe had only to work out how to save herself.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Téa deliberately ran straight into the wall, rather than slow down even  \nfor a second. She put her arms out, palms forward, to stop herself and  \nabsorb the shock. Hugging the wall, she looked left and then right for  \nanother route. There wasn't one. Behind her the sound of rumbling  \nand bleating was getting closer.  \n  \nTéa looked up. There was a rusted metal bracket protruding from  \nthe wall, about twelve feet above her head. It might have been used  \nfor a shelf at some point, or perhaps it had been for hanging basket.  \nTéa didn't care, she took two steps back and jumped at the wall.  \n  \nShe dug her boots into the wall. For two steps she was running up the  \nwall, then she pushedâ€\"/hard/â€\"and executed a wall spin. She wrapped  \nher arms around the underside of the bracket as she sailed past it,  \nand pulled herself into as small a ball as she could.  \n  \nShe was just in time. The globe slammed into the wall beneath her.  \nAn almighty crash sounded which could be heard across the city, and a  \ncloud of dust and debris enveloped the bottom of the street.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Téa was still clinging, upside down, to her bracket when the air  \nhad cleared. The sound of the goat bleating pitifully brought her to.  \nShe looked down. The bracket had been high enough, justâ€\"her tail had  \nbeen less than an inch away from being flattened. The crystal globe,  \nalthough scratched to the point of opacity, was, amazingly, still intact.  \nThe same couldn't really be said about the wall. There was a nine  \nfoot dint in it, which Téa was certain went all the way through to the  \nother side.  \n  \nTéa cautiously let herself down onto the globe, facing the wall.  \nShe exhaled slowly when nothing bad happened. Then she turned, and  \naccidentally slipped off the side, landing in an undignified heap,  \ntail over head, on the ground.  \n  \nShe had survived, again.  \n  \nTéa righted herself, and after shaking to dislodge the worst of the  \ndust in her fur, jogged up the hill to the street the blur had dived into.  \n  \nThere was a small crowd already gathered. Among them she saw a big  \ngrey wolf with spikey black hairâ€\"he was obviously the blur Téa had  \nseen earlier. A loose circle of several guards and a few other onlookers  \nstood around him, and he appeared to be arguing heatedly with all of them.  \nIn his hand he held a belt, although Téa couldn't see why.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The wolf himself was quite dangerous looking. He was about six foot,  \nand, although thin, seemed to be built entirely from muscle. From just  \nhis build Téa could have recognised him as fellow fighter, however he  \nalso wore a number of weapon belts which were strewn with bladed weapons  \nwhich served to drive the point home. He wore a heavy-looking pack on  \nhis back which had yet more weapons hanging off of it. The most notable  \nof which was a rather handsome spear strapped to the left hand side.  \n  \nAs Téa approached the group, she saw the cause of the argument. In the  \nmiddle of the circle was the guard she had seen sleeping against the  \nwall not five minutes earlier. He had a serious looking bruise to his  \nhead, neck and left shoulder. He was still breathing, but definitely  \nunconscious.  \n  \n\"I swear!\" The wolf shouted, \"I loosened his belt so it wouldn't  \nobstruct his breathing!\"  \n  \nRumbles of ‘Thief' and ‘Coward' were heard from the assembled  \ncitizens.  \n  \n\"And then you were going to the orphanage to hand out candy, right?\"  \nOne of the guards, a lion, jeered.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"That's enough.\" His superior, a tall Doberman, reprimanded him.  \n  \n\"Sorry captain.\" The guard said petulantly.  \n  \n\"You were found standing over an unconscious guard,\" the captain said,  \n\"holding his belt and expect us to believe that you are not, in fact,  \nan opportunistic thief, but rather the hero who saved his life?\"  \n  \n\"It's what happened.\" The wolf protested.  \n  \n\"It's a tad unbelievable, is what it is.\" The Doberman corrected  \nhim. \"We have witnesses to testify against you,\" behind him, the  \ncrowd rumbled menacingly, \"your story would never stand in a court.  \nIf you come clean now it will be taken into account.\"  \n  \n\"I'm not lying!\" The wolf screamed, \"On my honour I'm not!\"  \n  \n\"Stealing from an unconscious man, a guard no less. Caught bang to  \nrights and still lying about it.\" The captain shook his head sadly  \nas if he regretted the entire situation. \"They're going to lock  \nyou up for a very long time boy.\"  \n  \nTéa decided it was past time for her to intervene.  \n  \n\"Excuse me?\" She attempted to get the Doberman's attention,  \n\"Can I help?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"There's nothing that need concern you here.\" The captain said  \nautomatically without looking at her. \"This doesn't involve you.\"  \n  \n\"Only your man there doesn't look too healthy.\" Téa tried again.  \n  \n\"He's just been clipped by a runaway goat,\" the lion said  \nsarcastically, \"I'd say that he...\"  \n  \nThe captain silenced his underling with a withering glare. \"Healers  \nhave been called for,\" he said, \"until then there's nothing more  \nthat we can do for him.\"  \n  \n\"I'm not a healer,\" Téa volunteered, \"but I know a few spells.\"  \n  \nThe captain considered quickly, \"Okay, go ahead.\"  \n  \nTéa dropped to her knees beside the injured guard. Being careful not  \nto make any sudden moves she unstrapped one of her daggers, and held  \nit, still sheathed, hilt beneath her chin, blade across her heart.  \nHer other hand she placed, palm down, on the guard's chest.  \n  \nShe bowed her head, eyes closed, and began to mumble the incantation to  \nherself. The energy began to build. She used her dagger to focus it.  \nOnce she felt it had built sufficiently she opened her eyes and spoke  \nthe final words, \"Healing Light!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; A soft, golden aura encircled her hands.  \n  \nShe traced her fingers over the guard's injuries, erasing, or at least  \ndiminishing, them as she went. She paid particular attention to his  \nhead wounds.  \n  \nFinally she looked up, \"That's the best I can do I'm afraid.\"  \n  \n\"That's the most anyone could hope for.\" The captain reassured  \nher. \"Thank you for your help.\" He turned to the wolf. \"As for  \nyou...\"  \n  \n\"He's telling the truth.\" Téa interrupted, standing up, \"I  \nsaw the whole thing.\"  \n  \n\"You're a witness?\" The captain asked, surprised.  \n  \nTéa nodded, \"I was running down the street in front of the ball.  \nI saw him grab the guard and carry him to safety.\"  \n  \n\"And you are?\" The captain asked, now in full investigative mode.  \n  \n\"Téana Hikari, spell sword S-rank, of the adventurer's guild.\"  \nTéa reached into a pocket, and retrieved her identifying papers.  \n  \nThe captain took the offered papers and examined them.  \n  \nTéa could feel the gears turning in her head. She knew the wolf was  \ninnocent, but the guards had seemingly made up their minds. She had  \nhelped heal the guard, and that helped her credibility, as did her rank  \nin the guild, but...  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Your testimony isn't reliable, you weren't present when the  \nalleged incident took place,\" the captain said apologetically, \"your  \nmembership looks genuine, but being an adventurer won't make you more  \nreliable in the eyes of a judge.\"  \n  \n\"I know,\" Téa said, noting that he had said ‘a judge' rather  \nthan ‘the law', \"but what evidence do you /really/ have that he  \nwas going to rob the guard? When your man comes to I'm sure he will  \ncorroborate our story. Can't you hold off charges until then?\"  \n  \nThe captain thought about it, and Téa put on her best puppy-dog-eyes.  \n  \nFinally he relented. \"Okay,\" he said with a sigh, \"I /can/ hold  \noff charges until then.\"  \n  \nHe turned to face the wolf, \"I must ask you to accompany us until I  \ncan determine that you are not a flight risk, you are not under arrest  \nand...\"  \n  \nTéa missed the rest of the conversation, as she was grabbed from behind  \nand quickly pulled back into the market.  \n  \nHer abductor was one of the blue/yellow robed monks. She was less than  \nthreatened by him. The monk was nowhere near as powerful as the monsters  \nshe dispatched regularly.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Yoink!\" The monk giggled.  \n  \nTéa's frown deepened, \"I don't know who you are, but you have  \nten seconds to gâ€\"\"  \n  \nStill giggling, the monk placed his thumb on Téa's forehead.  \n\"Sleep.\" He said simply.  \n  \nTéa obediently crumpled up for him.  \n  \n~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  \n  \nWhen Téa woke, she was in a sack slung over someone's back. She  \nstarted punching and kicking angrily. There were voices and movement.  \nThen Téa felt the suck swing around, and she tumbled out onto a hard,  \ncold surface.  \n  \nInstantly she was swarmed by monks. Three to her left. Three to  \nher right. Holding her against the table with all their weight.  \n  \nShe struggled to lift herself, and draw her daggers. Several times  \nshe managed to lift an arm, or shift position, but six fursonsâ€\"even  \nif they were relatively weak individuallyâ€\"were too great a force to  \nbreak free from.  \n  \nAdmitting defeat, she ceased struggling. Instead she looked for another  \nmeans of escape.  \n  \nShe was in a large vaulted room. The interior, at least, seemed to  \nbe wood rather than the stone and baked clay which she had seen used  \nin Sanuman's other buildings. The walls and ceiling were painted a  \nbrilliant sunflower-yellow. The columns and jousts of the hall were a  \nglittering royal blue. Arcane scripts and sigils, traced in lines of  \nfine indigo, decorated the walls. Held down as she was, she couldn't  \nsee the floor.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; A feeling of serene calmness hung about the hall. The air was cool  \nand clean. Soft sunlight touched every surface. Téa could even hear  \nwater gently lapping behind her.  \n  \nA monk, much older than the others, stepped into Téa's sight. His hood  \nwas thrown back to reveal the face of an emaciated tom cat who's black  \nfur had begun to grey.  \n  \n\"Hello Téana.\" He whispered softly, he obviously had some difficulty  \nbreathing. \"I am the abbot of the Sanumanian Monastery of the Fourteen  \nAscended Saints. Welcome to our temple.\"  \n  \n\"How kind of you to introduce yourself.\" Téa said sarcastically,  \n\"Are you always so polite to the girls you kidnap, Father?\"  \n  \nThe old fur frowned slightly, \"You are here Téana because you owe  \nus a penance.\" Téa started to object, but he just raised his hand,  \n\"We scryed your involvement in the incident with our sacred goat.\"  \n  \n\"Then you know it was an accident.\" Téa protested.  \n  \n\"Accident or not,\" the abbot whispered pointing a bony finger at her,  \n\"you are responsible for what happened.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I think most fursons would disagree with you, and I'm certain that  \nno one would agree that it justifies kidnapping.\" Téa grit her teeth.  \n\"Okay,\" she continued after a moment's pause, \"what does this  \npenance involve?\"  \n  \n\"You'll see.\" The abbot advanced towards Téa, murmuring under  \nhis breath.  \n  \nHe gripped her chin with one hand, and forced her to look directly at him.  \nThe thumb of his other hand he placed on her forehead. His mutterings  \ngrew more intense.  \n  \nTéa tried to break the spell, but was unable to look away from the  \nabbot's manic eyes. His will was pouring into her mind though their  \nshared gaze. She tried to resist the new thoughts that filled her head,  \nbut they seemed to dissolve seamlessly into her conciousness. Displacing  \nher own goals and motivations, and replacing them with the abbot's.  \n  \nEventually she felt even her own will to resist melt away. Her breathing  \nslowed, her eyes unfocused and her cares floated away. She let the  \nremainder of the abbot's thoughts flow freely into her head.  \n  \n\"Dear saints! Your mind is so yielding Téana.\" The abbot said  \nin surprise. \"So easy to overwhelm and dominate.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Yes.\" Téa agreed simply, staring straight ahead at nothing in  \nparticular.  \n  \nThe old monk released her and stepped back.  \n  \n\"Strip her.\" He commanded the six monks who had held Téa down  \nthough her ordeal.  \n  \nThe monks unbuckled her three weapon belts and tossed them carelessly  \nto the floor. Her leathers and panties joined them shortly after.  \n  \nTéa sat up. She'd been held down on a circular alter which appeared  \nto have been carved from a solid chunk of red marble. The alter  \nsat on a dais which was encircled by a wide moat of sparkling-clear  \nwaterâ€\"obviously the scrying pool.  \n  \nAround her were a multitude of the faceless blue/yellow monks. Even in  \nher trance she felt a flush of embarrassment at been exposed in front of  \nso many. She knew that were she not entrance she would also be feeling  \nslightly afraid and extremely angry.  \n  \n\"Téana Hikari,\" the abbot intoned, \"as penance for your heretical  \nact of desecration you will service every member of our brotherhood.  \nBrothers please form an orderly queue in descending rank please.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Wait...a mo.\" Téa slurred. \"You're monks... right?  \nAs in...monastic? Aren't you guys...supposed...to be celabate?\"  \n  \nThe abbot looked at Téa for a long moment, then he walked over and  \nplaced a thumb on her forehead, \"You will now be without speech.\"  \n  \n\"Awwww...\" Téa moaned.  \n  \n\"Brothers, please form a line.\" The old cat said as he shed his  \nrobes.  \n  \nTéa, knowing what he intended and completely his puppet, scooted back  \nuntil she was laying on the edge of the alter with her legs drawn up.  \n  \nThe abbot's body was old and frail, but his equipment still seemed  \nto be in working order. His cock was hard and jumping in time with his  \nrapid pulse. He stepped between her spread open thighs, and positioned  \nhis six inches at her opening. He stroked the left side of Téa's body,  \nfrom her budding breasts to her inner thigh. Then, gripping her knees,  \nhe slammed his hips forward.  \n  \nThe second monk in line divested himself of his clothing and walked  \naround the alter until he was standing at ten o'clock. He took the  \nnow compliant vixen-herm by the shoulders and positioned her so that her  \nmuzzle was laying on the left edge of the alter. Téa licked her lips  \nand opened her mouth, as she came face to face with the monk's cock.  \nThe monk wasted no time. He slid his already-dripping member into  \nTéa's willing maw, and began humping her.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Téa's right hand drifted down to the spot, just above her girl parts,  \nwhere her plumpening sheath lay. The pink head of her maleness was just  \npeaking out. She coaxed the rest of it to full hardness with gentle  \nsqueezesâ€\"relishing the feel of skin sliding on skin as it engorged  \nand slipped free. Her fingers gently traced up and down the underside  \nof her cock in time with the abbot's thrusting.  \n  \nThe monk in her mouth came quickly. Quickly filling her mouth with  \nhis salty flavour. Téa swallowed the musky fluid obediently, then  \npulled off so she could tongue bathe the monk's cock clean. His last  \nfew spurts covered her muzzle. She licked up the heavy strands, which  \nlinked her fur and his cock, eagerly.  \n  \nA tap on he shoulder caused her to look round. Behind her, at two  \no'clock, was another monk waiting for her mouth to become free.  \nTéa flipped sides and began pleasuring her third monk.  \n  \nShe was starting to build to a climaxâ€\"with all the sensations she was  \nexperiencing it was going to be a big one. Gripping her cock hard in  \nher fist, she stroked herself vigorously. Whimpers, then moans, began to  \nescape her every time she exhaled. Her breathing and heart rate shot up.  \nShe was going to climax any moment. She screwed up her eyes.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"You will now be without the ability to orgasm,\" the thumb was on  \nher forehead again, \"and you will not pleasure yourself.\"  \n  \n\"Gaaahhh!\" Téa moaned in frustration as the sensations continued  \nto swell in her, but her release failed to arrive.  \n  \nHer squirms and obvious discomfort were enough to push the abbot over  \nthe edge. He slammed his hips into hers, and let loose a strangled yowl  \nof delight. For an old fur he managed an impressive load. She could  \nfeel the hot tom spunk filling her. Spent, exhausted and sated, he  \ncollapsed forward. \"Thank you Téana,\" he breathed heavily as he  \nlicked her ear, \"you're such a good little cock pleaser.\"  \n  \nTéa moaned in protest as he pulled out. On an instinctive level she  \nstill believed she only needed a little push to climax. She welcomed  \nthe abbot's replacement eagerly, her body telling her that she was  \nonly a few stokes away from heaven. Her mind was ravaged. There were  \nno coherent thoughtsâ€\"only the desire to take that last step over the  \nedge and the instincts misdirecting her actions to that end.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She felt her new partner's endowment pressing into the creamy whiteness  \nthe abbot had left behindâ€\"displacing the liquid with each stroke.  \nForcing some of the cum deeper into her on the in-stroke, and drawing  \ncum from her on the out-stroke. The viscous liquid formed an air tight  \nseal, for at least part of each stroke, and sticky squelchy noises mixed  \nin harmony with Téa's lust filled moans.  \n  \nThe fur on her right finished with her, pulling out eagerly in  \nanticipation of /his/ tongue bath and inadvertently dousing Téa with  \nyet more cum. Téa didn't disappointâ€\"the abbot's thoughts and  \nher own need wouldn't let herâ€\"she expertly cleaned the cock on her  \nright and then flipped over to suck on the male on her left.  \n  \nIt was about an hour, and many, many monks, later that the guards broke  \nthe doors down and streamed in en-masse.  \n  \nTéa didn't even blink, let alone stop sucking, but the reactions among  \nthe monks were many and varied. Some moved towards the invaders, while  \nothers backed away surreptitiously. Téa moaned in disappointment as  \nher captors pulled out of her. Without them or the ability to masturbate  \nshe was left with no way to get off.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The guards brandished batons, rather than their swordsâ€\"they were  \nthere to raid the temple, not sack it. Among the guards were Saria  \nand the grey wolf from the market. They fought alongside the guards,  \nwith fury and determination, but remembering to pull their attacks so  \nas not to hurt the monks /too/ much.  \n  \nThe monks swarmed Saria in particular, seeming deciding that a mage  \nwas an ‘easy' mark. They couldn't have been more mistaken.  \nAlthough skill in physical combat was not a trait that mages with their  \nsedentary profession were noted for, Saria was an SS-rank adventurer  \nand an expert in close combat.  \n  \nShe dispatched the first three monks, using a variety of kicks and punch,  \nbefore they had time to realise their mistake. A couple tried to creep  \nup and attack her from behind, but the senses of a mage are not easily  \nfooled, and she clubbed them both with a swing of her staff.  \n  \nSaria disliked using her staff as a weapon. It was much more useful  \nas a tool for magic than as a weapon, and although it was heavy and  \nsturdy, there was always the possibility, however unlikely, of the staff  \nsplintering, which would leave her unable to cast certain spells until  \nit was replaced.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The remaining monks, having seen her take down their brethren, were  \nmore cautious. They attacked from just outside her reach, darting in  \nfor quick punches, rather than extended fightingâ€\"intending to wear  \nher down if they couldn't disable her immediately. Saria weathered  \nthe beatings, she had endured far worse, and waited for opportunities  \nto attack in return.  \n  \nPerversely, she found this fight more difficult than the ones she had  \nfought against stronger foes. In those fights she would have been able  \nto use her lunar bow. It was frustrating to have to hold back when her  \nenemies obviously had no compunctions about hurting her.  \n  \nShe saw a thumb reaching towards her. Her arm shot out, catching the  \noffending digit in her fist. She grinned, then twisted. There was a  \nsnapping sound as the bone broke. The owner of the thumb howled out in  \npain, clutching his damaged paw. There was another crunch as Saria's  \nfist connected with his muzzle. The monk dropped to the floor.  \n  \nBehind her the grey wolf was fighting with equal vigour. He seemed to  \nbe favouring short bladed weapons, and his fists for this fight.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Initially Saria was concerned, but as she watched him fight it became  \nclear that he was quite expert with his knives and swords. Although he  \nwas inflicting some nasty cuts on his opponents, they were all landing in  \nareas intended to disable rather kill. Tendons and muscles were severed,  \nand major veins and arteries were spared.  \n  \nShe watched as he systematically disabled his attackers in the order  \nof the threat they posed, and then, once he was out of danger, finished  \nthem off with a few well placed punches and kicks.  \n  \nThen the monk who had been using Téana's mouth last did something  \n/really/ stupid. He grabed one of Téa's daggers from the floor, and  \nheld it against her throatâ€\"intending to use her as a hostage. Téa made  \nno sign she was even aware of the blade, but the grey wolf noticed.  \n  \nHe immediately finished the fight with his current opponent, with a high  \nkick to his muzzle, and charged towards the alter screaming a terrible  \nwar cry as he went.  \n  \n\"Nnniiiiikkkkkeeeeennbbuuuuâ€\"\"  \n  \nHe leapt the moat in one bound, landing on the polished red marble  \nastride Téa. Immediately he went into a spinâ€\"a blur of grey fur and  \nsilver steel. He executed two, three hundred and sixty degree spins,  \nhis arms flying in a complicated pattern as he moved. His foot work  \nwas so perfect that his boots never once even brushed the side of the  \nsupine girl beneath him.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It was only possible to work out what he had done after the fact.  \nThe monk holding Téa's dagger had a deep gash running across his right  \npawâ€\"it was doubtful he would ever regain the use of it. The monk on  \nTéa's right had a lighter gash across one of his shoulders. The monk  \nbetween Téa's legs had been the victim of a boot to the face and  \nwas out cold. The two concious monks turned tail and ran naked into  \nthe mêlée.  \n  \nThe wolf watched grimly as they ran, but didn't pursue. Instead he  \nstood over Téa's defenceless form and attacked anybody who came within  \nstriking distance of the alter.  \n  \nTéa sucked happily on the tip of his tail, glad to have something in  \nher mouth again. She showed no awareness of any of the fighting going  \non around her.  \n  \nThe fighters seemed fairly evenly matched at first, but the battle  \nquickly turned. The monks, who were experts in mental magic and not  \nfighting, found that they were unable to get their opponents still for  \nlong enough to assert control over them. Most of the monks turned tail  \nand ran deeper into the temple, the guards hot on their trail.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Two figures jogged towards the alter as the room quickly emptiedâ€\"Saria  \nand the captain of guards. They were both bruised and bedraggled looking  \nfrom the battle, but otherwise unharmed. The wolf lowered his swords  \nas they approached, and stepped down off the alter.  \n  \n\"Téana!\" Saria cried as she approached, \"are you okay?\"  \n  \n\"Mrgh?\" Téa grunted.  \n  \nAll three rescuers looked on in concern. Téa was coated with cum  \nat both ends, and she was writhing on the alter in an unusual way.  \nShe showed little awareness of their presence.  \n  \n\"Oh dear,\" Saria said, biting her claws without realising it, \"Téa?  \nCan you hear me?\"  \n  \nShe placed a hand on Téa's midriff, and began chanting. A golden  \nglow enveloped them both. Téa seemed to calm down.  \n  \n\"Can you hear me now Téana?\" Saria asked again when it was over.  \n  \n\"Sar?\" Téa asked weakly.  \n  \n\"That's right!\" Saria exclaimed in relief, \"It's okay Téa.  \nIt's over now.\"  \n  \nThe captain stepped forward, \"Téana, I promise that we will bring  \nyour kidnappers to justice. We don't tolerate crimes of this nature  \nin Sanuman whether or not the perpetrators are men of the gods.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Téa just nodded weakly, \"Thank you, captian.\"  \n  \n\"I should go coordinate with my men. See how many they managed  \nto catch. Will she be okay?\" He asked Saria.  \n  \n\"Téa's tough as nails.\" Saria assured him, \"She'll be okay.\"  \n  \n\"Okay.\" The captain said as he turned to leave.  \n  \nThey watched him go. Then Saria turned back to Téa.  \n  \n\"Téa, there is someone you should meet.\" She said, \"Téana Hikari  \nmeet Kellian Tareza.\"  \n  \n\"Kell.\" The big wolf insisted. \"Téana I am much indebted to you.  \nThe healers say that if you hadn't intervened, that guard would have  \nbeen dead by the time they arrived. Without his testimony I would have  \nbeen imprisoned.\"  \n  \n\"Kell was the one who talked the guards into letting us tag along.\"  \nSaria explained.  \n  \n\"I think they were feeling a little guilty. When that guard woke up  \nand the first thing he wanted to do was shake my hand there were a lot  \nof red facesâ€\"I'm a hero thanks to you Téana.\" Kell beamed,  \nthen his expression became more serious, \"I owe you my freedom,  \nmy honour, and my good nameâ€\"all of these things are very important  \nto me. I think I would rather die than compromise any one them. So,  \nTéana Hikari I pledge my loyalty, my life to you. I will travel with  \nyou as your bodyguard and serve you in any way that I can.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Téa's eyes lit up, \"I accept.\" She said immediately.  \n  \nKell smiled, \"Thank youâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"Shag me.\" Téa said.  \n  \n\"Wha?\" Kell was thrown off his stride.  \n  \n\"Shag me.\" Téa repeated. \"Those goat loving sons of splash  \npregnancies wouldn't let me get off.\"  \n  \n\"Butâ€\"\" Kell stammered.  \n  \n\"You pledged your loyalty to me,\" Téa said, \"so help me. Help me  \nover the edge.\"  \n  \nKell stood there, the request obviously too much for his brain to process.  \n  \n\"I'llâ€\"uhâ€\"just go check on the guards.\" Saria excused herself  \nawkwardly.  \n  \n\"Shag me.\" Téa tried not to plead.  \n  \nKell just nodded, and began to strip. He folded his clothes as neatly as  \nhe removed them, and laid them next to Téa's on the ground. When he  \nremoved his tented boxers Téa knew she had made the right choice.  \n  \nKell was very well endowedâ€\"a foot long at leastâ€\"and he had one of  \nthe largest knots Téa had ever seen.  \n  \nTéa spread her legs again as he approached. Unintentionally making  \npuppy-dog-eyes at him. His hand traced the white stripe in her hair and  \ncupped the back of her head pulling her into a long kiss. He slipped  \ninto her and began slowly thrusting. His free hand wrapped around  \nTéa's hardness.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Téa was a much more awake and active participant in the sex this time.  \nShe arched back to meet his movements, and trust forward into his paw.  \nShe groaned around Kell's kisses and behind the lovers /two/ tails,  \none grey and one gold, twitched.  \n  \nTéa wrapped her arms around the wolf's neck, pulling him closer  \nto her. Kell could feel Téa's heart beat clearly as he held her.  \nSensing her urgency he sped up his strokes and began to tweak the head  \nof her shaft as he stroked it. It was the tweaks that eventually gave  \nTéa her long denied release.  \n  \nTéa almost passed out when she came. Ropes of Téa's hot, sweet vixen  \ncum covered the bellies both fighters. Her orgasms were normally quite  \nlong lasting, but this time Téa climaxed for a whole eight minutes, her  \ncum jetting from her like a firehose the entire time. Téa's cum coated  \nthem both from chin to groinâ€\"spread thickly across their chest's  \nby Téa's writhing body and Kell's tight embrace. She locked her  \nlegs around the wolf's waist, as she shook and shudderedâ€\"the size  \ndifference meaning her toes only just touched the base of his bushy tail.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Téa's prolonged spasms sent Kell over the edge and he slammed hard into  \nthe vixen as he came. His knot inflated in her much smaller body and they  \nwere tied. He fell forward onto the alter, clutching the still-orgasming  \nfox in his arms, pinning her beneath him. He growled instinctively,  \nand made a number of short sharp thrusts as he released his thick seed.  \nTéa gasped in discomfort at the sharp sensations each tug of Kell's  \nknot brought her, but enjoyed them anyway. Each tug seeming to punctuate  \na wave of pleasure, delimiting it from the next.  \n  \nTéa was still in the throes of orgasm when Kell's had subsided, despite  \nhaving reached climax first. Kell, just held her protectively as she  \nrode out the sensations that had long been denied to her. He tenderly  \nlicked at Téa's muzzle, neck and ears as he enjoyed his afterglow  \nand the pleasant feelings that came from being hilted in the excited herm.  \n  \nEventually both their mutual orgasms subsided and the still-tied  \npair rested on the alter. Without words Kell knew what to do next.  \nHe lifted the breathless Téa into his arms, carried her to the scrying  \npool and stepped into the water with her. Ropes of cum slowly washed  \noff their entwined bodies as they bathed their fur and their wounds in  \nthe cool bath.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; At some point their hugs gave way to kisses, and their kisses eventually  \nled to another round of sex, and another bath.  \n  \n~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  \n  \nVassallo strode through the deepest corridors of /his/ citadel with  \npurpose.  \n  \nHe was, for the moment at least, very pleased. His plan was coming  \ntogether nicely. All those years of careful schemes, demonic pacts,  \nstealthy manoeuvres, and the occasional murderâ€\"they had all been  \nleading to this. His ultimate goal was almost within his grasp.  \n  \nWhich is why he needed to talk to Polori. Polori was, in theory  \nif not in fact, the absolute ruler of Junglara. Furthermore, he was  \nastonishingly careless. An ill-informed order from Polori might be all  \nit took to unravel Vassallo's bid for power. Which is why Vassallo  \ninsisted that Polori was kept apprised of Vassallo's schemes.  \n  \nVassallo tired of this duty, but he couldn't delegate it.  \nExplaining things to Polori was an artform. First it was necessary  \nto drag his attention from whatever it was that occupied it at the  \ntimeâ€\"usually an entranced slave girl. Then came the monumental task of  \nexplainingâ€\"usually several timesâ€\"the situation in words and sentences  \nshort enough for the king to comprehend. Finally, Vassallo would have  \nto get Polori to explain what he had just been told, so he could be sure  \nthat the king really understood and wasn't just saying he did.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Not that the elephant could ever hope to truly understand or appreciate  \nhis ultimate designsâ€\"he was far too dense for that.  \n  \nVassallo came to the doors of the king's bedchamber. There were  \nno guards posted, and no need for themâ€\"in this part of the citadel  \nhis control was near absolute. Without knocking, he opened them and  \nmarched in.  \n  \nPolori knelt, naked, at the head of his four poster bed. The bed was  \none of the few things that remained of the previous king's possessions.  \nPolori had had the rest of the room, and much of the rest of the citadel  \nfor that matter, redecorated to his tastes after his coronation.  \n  \nAttached to the bed was Polori's new toyâ€\"a tortoiseshell manx kitten  \nin a slingâ€\"Vassallo had dubbed it ‘the swallow'. The king was  \nslamming into the kittenâ€\"who was only slightly larger than than the  \ncock she was ridingâ€\"furiously. If the purrs and moans emanating from  \nthe kitten were any indication, the manx was quite enjoying the treatment.  \n  \n\"Polori,\" Vassallo began, \"More news from Loveless. She has  \nnarrowed the location of Tear to a region on the borders of Junglara,  \nSandrune and Lanreal Kingdom.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Urgh!\" Polori grunted as he thrust, \"That's good Vassallo!\"  \nHe roared.  \n  \nIt was obvious he hadn't paid Vassallo any attention at all. The vizier  \nsighedâ€\"it was going to be one of those /very/ difficult explanations.  \nHe resigned himself to waiting, he would have a much better chance  \nof getting the elephant's attention immediately after his climax.  \nIt was his own fault, Vassallo mused, if he hadn't done such a good  \njob on the swallow he wouldn't have this problem now.  \n  \nThe swallow was a masterpiece of perverted art. To describe it simply as  \na girl-in-a-sling was to do it a disservice. The main part of the sling  \nwas a wide strap of black leather which went around the girl's torso,  \nand attached to the rails of the king's bed. Ten smaller strips of  \nleather ran from the rails to the girl's outspread finger tips, where  \nthey were attached by tiny barbell piercings.  \n  \nVassallo smiled, as he recalled the moment of inspiration that led him  \nto realise the elastic spell, which he cast on the girl to allow her to  \ntake the king's impressive length, could also be used to put piercings  \nthrough the soft pads of her fingers.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Two final straps wrapped around the girl's calves, holding her legs  \nspread up and out at ninety degrees. It was the leg straps which had  \nmade him settle on the name. He had been going to call his creation  \n‘the angel', but the v-shape formed by the legs reminded him of the  \ntail of the swallow, and he thought the name an improvement anyway.  \n  \nOf course the real beauty of the swallow was that, thanks to the  \npositioning of the straps, the ‘wings' appeared to flap in time with  \nthe user's thrusting.  \n  \nTo Vassallo mind-warping fursons into his obedient slaves was an  \nartform and a hobby, something he did when he wanted to unwind and try  \nhis creativity. Normally interrupting his ‘work' to bend a girl's  \nmind for the king annoyed him, but he had to admit he had outdone himself  \nthis time.  \n  \nVassallo tickled the kitten under her chin. The empty-eyed manx  \ntilted her head up in response and giggled in delight. She was totally  \noblivious to the fact her internal organs were being fatally rearranged.  \nElastic spell, or no, Vassallo reckoned the little kitten had less than  \na week before her body gave up. Fortunately, for the girl at least,  \nthe king would most likely lose interest in her before that happened.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Polori let loose a yell which reverberated around the chamber, and his  \ncum exploded back from between the girl's thighs. Vassallo smiledâ€\"now  \nhe would be able to talk with the king.  \n  \nTo be Continued....  \n  \n\n","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/85081-hexes-and-heroes-chapter-1.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/88121-hexes-and-heroes-chapter-3-written-by-spear.json"}