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The Cohen Clover

Mason & Lark C

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Ever since the first morning of the day Lark was assigned as his student, Mason had made it a point to go on hikes with his Oolou student on a semi-regular basis. That trend continued, not only because it was good for them to get out of the installation occasionally, but because their lessons could continue outside in an applied sense. Lark was at home in the wilderness and, even though the island they were on was relatively barren, the Wolf found plenty of opportunities to show off what he knew. So too were there opportunities for Mason to teach his companion.

With over two weeks of the partnership past, the they had grown even closer. Mason had always wanted to get along with Lark but, as the days progressed, it became easier and easier; he'd hoped to be friendly but, he had to admit, he would dare call the Oolou Steward his friend. The two continued to sleep in the same room-- sometimes Lark would even find a reason to pull him down onto the floor and they would sleep on the Wolf's linen, curled up together in a surprisingly comfortable way. Lark really seemed to enjoy sleeping with him and, if Mason was honest with himself, he liked it too.

Lark's education was progressing, and the Oolou was making excellent strides in his understanding of English, and moderate gains in pronunciation... though 'm' still eluded him. The Wolf was learning far more than just language as Mason exposed him to Human customs and other sociological pointers, taught him a little about Human social structures, and gave him a basic introduction on geopolitical concepts. Lark was quick to absorb all of that and had endless questions to round the lessons out.

That wasn't all, of course; Mason went through mathematics, science, and some basic literature. Despite how much the Seekers referred to Stewards as tribal barbarians, Lark was not stupid, and, on more than one occasion, proved that his people were not savages, not backward, and not ignorant. On top of having at least a working understanding of physics, Lark turned out to have a solid grasp of biology, geometry, and chemistry. The wolf's aptitude was far different than scholastic understanding, but, as for applied usage, Mason realized there wasn't really much he could teach lark that would be applicable-- the Oolau actually managed to teach HIM a few things.

There were also other topics that Lark was knowledgeable regarding, such as antaomy and physiology. There was no mysticism from him regarding life processes, and he knew the basics of germ theory, life processes, and a general grasp of medical know-how, albeit, only at a very rudimentary level, akin to first-aid. Since Lark still considered him a healer, and because Mason's primary focus was comparative biology and medicine, they had spent all afternoon going over case studies and medical journals for both Humans and Oolou. It was one of those that had caught Lark's attention, and he turned his data pad so that the Human could see it. "Most of the pictures here have been of Dreamers... but this one is of a Steward."

Mason had considered his capacity to identify the difference between Stewards and Seekers to be better than average; he was good with builds, coloration, ear shapes, muzzle shapes, whisker angles, and tails, but the picture Lark was showing him was none of those-- it was, in fact, a very up-close-and-personal pic of male genitalia; the graphic showed a brown-furred sheath with light colored skin beneath, and a pair of testicles with the same color of fur but a darker shade of skin beneath. Based on the fur thickness and gonad development, Mason would have guessed late-teens to early 20s-- Lark's age.

What he couldn't tell, however, was how his companion was able to determine the picture was of a Steward rather than a Seeker. "You can tell just from that picture? How?"

Lark turned the data pad back toward himself and gestured to it. "Dreamers-- ah, I mean Seekers have eight nipples while Stewards have only six."

While Mason knew that Seekers had eight nipples, the fact that Stewards had only six was something Mason did NOT know and, while he wasn't about to question an Oolou on their own anatomy, there was one major issue that wasn't addressed by Lark's answer. "But... that is a picture of a groin. How can you tell anything about nipples from a picture of a male's penis and testicles?"

The Wolf flipped through the images on the data pad before turning it back toward Mason. "Do you see this picture?" he tapped the screen with a claw. "This one... the picture of the 'orchidectony'?"

Mason looked; the picture in question showed a sheath with accompanying scrotum. The sheath had white fur and light colored skin while the scrotum was shaved and there was a noticeable incision closed with stitches; only one testicle was within. "The orchidectomy, yes. What about it?"

Lark tapped the screen. "There. right near the base of the sheath... do you see that scar, Nason?"

The Human looked and, indeed, did notice; it was almost imperceptible, but when he looked he could identify it. The scar reminded him that it was a societal norm for most male Seekers to have the lowest set of nipples removed. He never really gave it much thought. "Oh... right. I can see it. I did not really think much about it. They do that as a coming-of-age ritual."

His companion set the data pad down. "I do not know why they do it, but Stewards do not because we only have six nipples."

Even as Lark was talking, the Oolou was doffing his uniform's top. Before Mason could object, the Oolou had a hold of the Human's hand and pulled it to his chest so that the young man's palm was flat against his pectoral; Mason could feel the presence of a nipple through the fur. Mason kept his cool, approaching the situation professionally. "Right. Your top nipple is exactly where they are on Humans."

Lark pulled Mason's hand lower. "Yes. Oolou females lactate out of their top two mammaries just like Human females; males do not... on males and females the others are vestigial... second row..." Still holding the Human's hand, the Wolf brushed it across the small nipple hidden beneath his fur near the top of his right-side ribs. "...and third." He stopped once Mason's hand was on the final nipple near the base of Lark's rib cage. "See?"

Mason couldn't so much see as feel, and he said as much. "Your fur is too thick to see... but I can feel it, yes. May I have my hand back now?"

Since Oolou didn't have a proper word for hand Mason used the Oolou word for paw. Lark obediently released the Human's hand but, before the young man could add anything to the conversation, the Wolf had wriggled out of his bottoms, letting them drop to the floor so he could stand full-on bare-furred before him. Reinforcing the lesson, Lark wriggled his endowments, pulling them aside and brushing at the fur to reveal the skin near his sheath. "See? No nipple, and no scar. THAT is how you can tell a Steward from a Seeker."

Mason had seen plenty of up-close pictures of Oolou genitalia and had seen real ones from afar, but never a real crotch practically shoved in his face. Standing up so that he was no longer at sheath-level, the Human addressed his companion. "I get it, Lark. Thank you. Normally I rely on fur patterns, build, or tail posture, but if I ever need to identify an Oolou by... their... w--what are you doing?"

An expression of concentration contorted Lark's muzzle and the tip of his tongue stuck out of the side of it as his face scrunched up and, as Mason watch, Lark's tail rose and began wagging in an almost dog-like manner. "See? I can fake being a Seeker."

Out of the many adjectives Mason could use to describe the numerous facets of Lark's personality, 'goofy' was not normally one of them. He managed to stifle a snicker, but only barely kept his cool and addressed the act in an even tone. "Seeing you do that is a very 'weird' experience."

There was no word for 'weird' in the Oolou language that conveyed what Mason was trying to say so he settled for the English one. Lark stopped wagging like a Seeker, but, as his tail fell back into its proper position, the wagging didn't stop; nor did his lupine grin. "Everything about Seekers is wee-urd, Nason... I have explained this before."

Mason worked to pull the conversation back to something more scholastic. "I suppose when Oolou evolved the unused nipples just never went away?"

He wanted to use the word 'superfluous', but he didn't know it in the Oolou language and he was very sure that Lark wouldn't know the English one. The Wolf, heedless of the young man's linguistic hang-up was quick to answer. "Yes. Oolou females usually only lactate from the top two... USUALLY."

The way his companion stressed the last word immediately caught Mason's attention. "Okay... I feel like you have a story to tell about that..."

Kicking his discarded uniform off to the side, Lark stretched (again, practically shoving his crotch into Mason's face). "There is, but now that I have those clothes off, I would like to shower. If you sit in the 'bathroom' while I talk, I will tell it to you."

Considering Mason enjoyed spending time with his companion it was not much of a price to pay. He did, however, have his own requirements. "Yes, but I have not checked your arm recently. I want to look at it first. Is that alright?"

Lark beckoned the Human after him. "Yes... but be quick; I want my shower before bed, and I do not want it to be a fast one."

The Seekers had always pointed out how dirty and backwards the Stewards were but, as Mason had come to understand, cleanliness was important to Lark and showers were usually taken two times a day. Obediently following his companion, the young man paused as the Wolf leaned over to turn on the shower, giving the Human a full view of the heart-shaped lighter fur pattern created when he bent over with his legs together, accentuating the curve of his rump and the insides of his thighs. Mason waited until Lark had got the water running before holding out a hand, stating only "Paw."

It might have been considered a little demeaning in making the same kind of request as one might do to a dog, but it was effective and got the desired response. Mason moved closer, holding onto Lark's paw even as his hand was held in turn; he smiled inwardly as his companion's fur puffed out and a little involuntary shiver ran through the large Wolf. He reached his other hand up to Lark's shoulder and provided him a warning. "Okay... I am going to remove it for a moment... ready?"

Lark grunted affirmatively, followed by a simple statement in slow, purposeful English. "I adide, Nason."

The grafting site was almost completely healed; the biofilm and cybernetic connection was near flawless-- it was quite a testament to the Oolou healing capabilities considering most limb replacements took months of recovery. Mason was confident that the healing would be complete by the end of the month. He continued holding the disembodied arm by the paw which remained grasping his fingers as inspected the metal components where the limb was designed to attach to the torso. "Everything looks good... any tenderness? Itching?"

The Wolf responded simply, again in English. "No, Nason. Thut it is nunn when it is oth."

Mason nodded as he brought the arm back up to be reattached. "Well... the feeling is not connected when I take it off, so it being numb is expected. It is good to see that the muscles maintain their grip though... for a lot of people it can take a year or more for a limb to maintain the last signal... and for some, they never get to that point."

The moment Mason had the arm back in place and connected Lark's grip on his hand loosened... just a little. The Wolf continued using English. "So... I an healing well?"

The Human confirmed it with a nod, followed by an emphatic "Very well, yes. Now go ahead and take your shower-- I want to hear more about Oolou lactation... I guess."

Lark hopped in while Mason took a seat on the closest toilet. The shower was a simple stall with a frosted glass divider, providing privacy without completely eliminating the ability to see the bather within. Mason didn't realize just how hard it would be for him to listen to his companion's tale about a female in his tribe who lactated out of four, and how it turned out to be invaluable when several mothers' milk soured. The young man lost track of everything else as he became obsessed with the movements and motions of the dark, blurry body on the other side of the divider... especially when he caught an unmistakable blurred point of red at groin height while Lark washed.

Mason had been slow to come to grips with the realization that he was interested in Lark. He knew the dangers of becoming involved with a classmate (there had been a fair number of those 'issues' since the Programme's inception) but, more than that, he realized he was in a position of power over Lark and the imbalance would make things questionable... not to mention he knew that Lark would do anything he said without regard to his own personal desires. The frustration of the difficult situation continued to drive Mason crazy, but his brain went silent the moment the shower did. He tried to offer up a snippet of humor. "Wow... that was a quick shower for you."

Lark grunted, reaching out from behind the sliding door; Mason handed him a towel. The Wolf accepted it, and began drying off beyond the frosted glass. "An hour. It is normal for me. If you had this much fur your showers would be longer too."

The Human couldn't believe that an HOUR had passed but, glancing at his data pad he saw that Lark was indeed correct; the Wolf was an amazing judge of time. "Oh... I guess so. Maybe I just--"

His word failed him as the sliding door on the shower opened and Lark stepped out; he wore the towel around his shoulders with a tip of furless crimson flesh peeking out of his sheath. He hadn't realized he'd frozen until Lark called him on it, running the towel vigorously against his neck, shoulders, and furred cheeks with either paw as he spoke. "You what, Nason?"

Mason made several double-takes, eyeing-but-trying-to-avoid-eyeing the exposed crotch and the hint of flesh taunting him from the top of the thick, furred sheath nestled within the forest of coarse, charcoal-colored fur between Lark's legs. "N-nothing... never mind. I should probably brush my teeth."

Finally forcing himself to a new task made it easier for Mason to not focus on Lark's endowments, but the damage had apparently been done-- accentuated all the more when the Oolau's paw landed on his shoulder and the Wolf stared at him in the mirror, his other paw grasping his furred testicles and sheath and giving them a small shake. "You are a healer, right? It is just a body part."

The Human offered a hesitant chuckle, which came out, to his everlasting shame as more of a giggle before his full attention went to his tooth brush. "Oh. Right... well... honestly, it was just a surprise to see your Taht peeking out. I figure it could be the warm water and all, but I cannot remember the last time that happened to you."

The word 'Taht' referred specifically to the penis rather than the sheath and Mason hoped the casual dismissal of the situation would save him some embarrassment. It didn't. Continuing to stare at the Human, Lark stated simply "No... it was not the shower. More than anything, this was your fault."

Lark accentuated the words by peeling back his sheath about an inch, causing more of his ruddy, furless flesh to spill out. Mason actually dropped his toothbrush and quickly attempted to find footing for an argument-- or at least to defend himself, even switching over to English in his hurry. "Me? I didn't do anything, Lark!"

The Human went up to his tip-toes when Lark's cold, wet nose buried itself against his neck just beneath the base of his jaw, and the Wolf inhaled. The words came out in slow, deliberate English with the hot, warm breath against his exposed skin. "I can snell detter than you. I snell when you are... excited, Nason."

The statement was vague, but Mason had no doubts what it was Lark meant; he could feel how much his erection objected to being confined in his pants. "You... can?"

Lark confirmed it. "I can." He slid back slightly, giving Mason a little more space, but still presented his naked body full within the Human's view within the mirror, switching back to the Oolou language. "I was not sure at first but, as time has gone by, I have begun to recognize your scent; you enjoy it when I am close. You enjoy seeing my body."

Mason couldn't deny it, and felt lying would be wrong. "You... are beautiful, yes. I find your body..." he sought out the right word in the Oolou language. "...pleasing?"

The very edge of Lark's lips quirked up in a smile, even going so far as to exposing a single fang; the expression gave the Human a chill. The Wolf took a fresh half-step forward. "You are... interested in me. Sexually?"

The Human had trouble answering that question, so he busied himself with washing off his tooth brush and putting it away before turning to regard Lark; Mason forced himself to meet his companion's gaze rather than let his eyes drift down. "I... do not know, to be honest, Lark. I have not thought about-- okay... I MAY have thought about it, but... there are a lot of... uncertainties..."

Lark cocked his head to the side, ears up. "You are uncertain as to whether or not you are interested in me sexually?"

Mason found it difficult to find a solid ground in the conversation; he WAS interested in Lark, but he also knew that such 'interactions' would complicate things. He wasn't afraid to see where things could go, but he was afraid that things would change to a point that it could endanger their capacity to work together. The young man was also, of course, worried about their power dynamic and his role as a Rorsk; was Lark humoring him because he was Mason's Uhnyl? Realizing that the Wolf was still standing expectantly, waiting for an answer, the Human spoke honestly and earnestly. "I... just do not know how to proceed."

Lark's ears, which were already up, somehow managed to raise higher, and his tail stuck out in surprise. "You are a duidgoi?"

That was not a word Kaiden knew. "A... 'duhdgoi'?"

The Wolf's tail slowly slackened and his ears lowered marginally as he spoke. "One who has not had sex with another."

The Human felt his cheeks burn. "Well... yes... I-I have... just... not with an Oolou... and not with--"

Lark interrupted him, his paw reaching out to entwine fingers with Mason's. Some part of the Human's brain reminded him that, moments prior, that padded paw jad been hefting the Wolf's nuts. His companion asked "You ARE interested in me?"

Mason nodded, offering a meek "Yes."

The Oolou led him back to the living room with no guidance aside from a gentle tug on his arm. As he walked, Lark tossed his towel into the hamper and proceeded completely naked... not that the cloth hanging around his neck and shoulders had hidden anything but, for Mason, it made the situation seem even more real. Once they were in the main living space, the Wolf let go of the Human's hand and turned back around to face him. "You wished to see me. You do not have to peek at me through the corner of your eye or as a reflection. Explore me. Touch me, Nason. I will allow you to if you want it."

Lar's choice of words cut through the haze of developing lust in Mason's mind and the Human pulled back. "I do not want you to have to allow anything, Lark. I do not want to be an obligation for you. Maybe it is greedy of me, but, if we do anything, I would like you to want it too. For me, being close with someone is not about them being willing to do what I want... it is about us wanting to do things together."

The Wolf offered a soft smile, single tooth still sticking out from behind his lip, giving the young Oolau an almost goofy expression. "You assume I do not want you to touch me?"

The question caused the Human to pause. "I-- just... I mean... you didn't say that you wanted me to."

Lark flicked an ear. "You did not tell me you were interested until I asked... and you have not asked me what I want."

Mason's throat immediately closed up and he had to swallow twice before he could get the words out. "You... are interested in me?"

The Wolf looked down and the Human couldn't help but follow the gaze; several inches of deep red flesh was visible, showing itself outside its furry home. Lark looked back up at him, a humorous glint in his eye as his single-toothed smirk took on an even more chiding flavor to it, and he spoke the next words in English. "Yes, Nason. You are the only Hunan here I an close to and you.... sathed ne. I an glad that it was you who did it. Ih you want to he close, I... would like that too."

Mason felt a warm flush come to his cheeks and he had a hard time holding back a smile. Feeling a little giddy, the Human added "Well... at least YOU know what to do."

Lark flicked an ear, returning to his native language. "I do? I have not been with a Hunan... I only know how to be with Oolou."

The young man let out a chuckle. "Well... it sounds like we are on the same page at least when it comes to experience."

The Wolf's ears lowered slightly. "You are not a duhdgoi."

Mason took a moment to decipher that statement. "You were an Uhnyl. You said you were... with your brother before. That means you are not a duhdgoi too... right?"

Lark huffed out through his nose and gave his head an Oolou head-tilt indicating a 'no'. "An Uhnyl does not mount his Rorsk. You are a duhdgoi until your seed is put into another, and I have not had a partner in that way."

The Human's mouth dropped, and his next words were in English. "Oh my god... you haven't had sex?"

The Wolf cocked his head to the side. "I do not know that word... 'sex'."

Mason repeated the word in the Oolou language. "Sex. You have not had sex."

Lark offered an affirmative grunt, and added a human gestured head-nod to acknowledge the statement. "Yes. I have not... except as a Unhyl for my brother. That should not be a problem... unless you think that is a problem."

All of the discussion about physical intimacy left Mason having trouble concentrating... not only because the tightness in his pants was unbearable, but because another few inches of Lark's member had slipped out of his sheath; it was turning a darker red, thickening, and had just started to bob in time with the Wolf's heartbeat. Mason swallowed his hesitance. "No. It is fine, Lark. We can learn together."

The Oolou offered a close-muzzled smile. "I would like that."

Nodding, more for his own benefit than for Lark's, Mason stepped closer, slowly raising a hand until he was able to rest it against his companion's chest. His fingers disappeared into the Oolou's chest fur and the Human slowly ran his palm around, softly touching, stroking, and rubbing. Lark closed his eyes, his breath coming out hitched for a moment until he took in a deep lungful of air and let it out at a measured pace; it was accompanied by a soft growl.

Mason stopped immediately. "Was that good sound, or a--?"

"A good sound, Nason."

Smiling, Mason drew his hand down, the Wolf's body, retracing the earlier motions that identified the location of each nipple beneath the fur, and stopped as his hand rotated to gently rest against Lark's hip. "Is that alright, Lark?"

The Oolou grunted, leaning forward to provide a quick like to Mason's forehead. "You are very gentle, Nason... you do not need to be."

Before Mason could respond, the Wolf had disengaged and moved to the other side of the sofa, kneeling then laying down amidst his bedding. As the Human moved around to join him, he saw that Lark was laying face down on the floor, head propped up on his arms with his ears rotated back toward the Human. The young man wasn't sure what was supposed to happen next. "Is... everything okay?"

Lark rotated slightly so that he was resting his head on his palm, that arm's elbow propping it up on the floor. Looking over his shoulder at Mason, the Oolou confimred. "Yes. I abide. Is everything okay for you?"

Mason smiled despite himself. "I abide."

Laying back down, Lark raised his hips up ever-so-slightly and his tail slid aside, revealing the furless, pink flesh beneath. "I know my people do not do everything the same way yours do... but I am certain Hunans do not couple with their clothing on."

Mason found himself staring at Lark's most private of places and it took several seconds before he could bring himself to reply. "Uh... no.... no we do not."

The tip of Lark's tail began to flicker back and forth and the Human was barely able to catch the almost inaudibly soft chuckle from the Wolf. "Then take off your clothing, Rorsk, and come join your Uhnyl. I wish to give myself to you, but you are all the way over there."

Even as he began undressing, Mason offered a little pushback. "Just so long as you let me know if there is anything wrong, Lark... I do not want to do anything that you are not okay with... alright?"

Lark's fang-tooth reappeared in his smirk. "Nason... even if you did not know what it meant to be my Rorsk, I knew what it means to be your Uhnyl. You will not do anything I am not ready to accept."

Not interested in beating a dead horse, Mason finally stepped out of his underwear; his no-longer-confined, raging erection thanked him with an immediate ease of discomfort, and a large dribble of precum. Even as the young man knelt down to join his companion, he was not quite ready to finish his clarification. "I do not want to force anything on you, Lark... at any time you--"

The Oolou let out a bland grunt, followed by an almost sassy-toned challenge. "Right now, you are acting as if you were the one about to be mounted. I also do not want to force anything on you, Nason. Should I keep my tail aside, or are you going to show me what kind of Rorsk you can be?"

Although Mason was the Rorsk, in that moment, the balance of power felt entirely reversed.