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I tell you, my friend, life just is not fair. You burn down one tiny wheat field, completely by accident I might add! I mean most of it was chaff anyways! Point is, you burn down one field and the Gathering of Mages' drones hone in on you with the summons. Now I wasn't stupid enough to try a shock spell on them at the time. Mostly because at the time all I knew was fire magic, Professor Arrius calls it my natural inclination. But of course, the Gathering of Mages have existed for hundreds of years, they're not going to make drones that can be knocked out by a quick parlor trick of lightning. It was funny hearing Professor Arrius calling my 'ability' to scorch a field a parlor trick, but that's what he called it. “By the time you're done here, you'll be able to coat yourself in your flames!" he had told me proudly, his avian chest all puffed out, both eyes closed. Not sure why he chose to close the one without the working eyeball, old habits I guess.

Back to my point however, when you see the two drones floating feet above the ground in your parents doorway, their mechanical voices; the sound of gears and wires straining to speak a human tongue, telling me I've been summoned by Order of The King to the nearest Gathering Tower, well yeah part of me debated trying to burn my way out of it. Just in the back of my head mind, I mean my parents and siblings lived in the house too. They didn't talk to me much after the chaff incident, and yes I plan to keep calling it a chaff incident.

I was brought to the Tower eight years ago, Formally know as Grand Magician Eisenhorn's Institute of Magical Education, but we just call it the tower. I had a pen-pal thing with a mage from another tower a year ago; they called theirs the Tower too, despite some fancier name slapped on for some much loved court member. I joked that maybe she was personally loved by the King to get the name, he never wrote me back after that. By this point the Tower feels like home in a way; I guess. I mean it's a higher standard than I ever had back in my village. Technology and magic harmonizing in perfection, and state of the art tech too! And the books, there's a library that holds more books than I can count. There's actually one urban legend about a student who tried to count them all; he died of old age before he even got half way. Also doesn't hurt that I have my own room, with a nice view of the sea. So I hear you asking me, “Aron, why are you complaining? This sounds amazing! Magic powers, posh bedding, all the books your bookish ass can read!" And you're right on all these points my friend, I'm well fed, well dressed, and according to the professor's here “Blessed."

A gilded cage is still a cage. Doesn't matter how pretty the cage is, how much feed and cotton there is. You leave the cage open; the bird's going to fly out. Professor Arrius smacked me upside the head when I used that analogy. Didn't even have to lift a tattered wing, just summoned a nice bit of wind and let the air build for an hour. A nice little vacuum sucking in particles of air. What's a particle? Sadly that one is beyond me for now, though I've got a list of books from Professor Arrius on them, so I'll get back to you on it! Point is, I sat through the whole lecture, and only then did I feel the gust of wind hit me like a rock in the back of my head. Almost makes me wish I had waited to try out my new hair style! That's one great thing about fire powers, precise cuts! I keep getting side tracked, I know! Arrius said that's the other reason I'm a thorn in his side!

Make no mistake, this is a cage! Officially I'm never supposed to leave here until I've finished training. Then I get to go join a noble house or the military. Or stay here and teach smart asses like myself, and the Tower doesn't let me forget it's a cage. Sometimes, as I fall asleep, I can still hear the faint beeping of the A.M.P. Anti-Magical Pulse bomb. There's one buried deep in the foundation of the tower, like all the Gathering's towers across the world. That baby goes off, and every magical afflicted person within a hundred mile radius; from your fortune telling crones, to your Grand Mages; to your charming firestarters like myself, we're all hit; we all die. Maybe if I wasn't one of those magically afflicted people I'd understand the need for a contingency, but sleeping atop a time bomb isn't exactly a comforting thought. One King's drunken night; or one curious bastard wondering what this button in Daddy's office does and well! All this because I burnt some chaff!

“And who theorized that magic is cyclical?" Professor Lexon asked the class. She was an older wolf, tall, from some barbarian tribe up north I heard! She speaks better than most of the nobles that come to inspect the place though, so maybe that's bullshit. Then again she's old enough to be my mother. Though she could easily beat my father, or a whole tavern full of villagers in a fist fight.

“Ellison!" I muttered, every word making my head throb harder. Of course she didn't hear it, the less loud noises around me right now the better. Then of course the fucking clock chimed! Class over, my headache in full swing.

“Jurgensson, stay a moment!" She said as my peers shuffled out, thousands of young mages off to wherever they were meant to be. Professor Lexon strode up to me, her boots hitting every loud spot on the carpeted floors of the lecture hall. “Long night Jurgensson?" She asked, tapping a claw against the table, the click, click, click like rocks in my head.

“Yeah, all that reading, you know?"

“Don't bullshit a bullshitter, Jurgensson! Especially one with a nose like mine!" I sighed.

“That obvious, huh?"

“You say this like I never snuck out for a drink when I was your age! Gods, Jurgensson I might be old; but for the sake of the Gods I'm not that old, I was your age not twenty five winters ago!" I smiled. I liked Lexon, a lot. She was a hard ass for sure, expected a lot of her students, but gave a lot back, and her graying face still had a look of mischief that I identified with. “How much do they charge in “secrecy" down at The Horse Shoe, these days?"

“One fire coating trick for me, for...." I stopped myself.

“For whom else?" She asked, her perfect white fangs glistening as she grinned.

“Come on, Professor! I can't give up my cohorts! You know that! If you're going to punish me just do it!" She laughed, taking a seat in the row lower me, still looking up at me.

“Would if I should! Like I said, you and your friends aren't the first to slip out of here for a party! All I ask is that you be careful! You know the definition of awe do you not?" I nodded. “Fear and wonder!" She continued. “Be sure that the wonder doesn't dip into fear; I'd hate to lose a Mage as promising as you to torches and pitchforks!"

“Well I doubt the torches would do much!" I joked. I knew what she meant though. The line between wonder and fear is thin, too thin. “So did you keep me after just to butter me up, Professor?" She chuffed a laugh and stood up. I was suddenly reminded that she was easily nine feet tall. I never claimed to be gifted with situational awareness, just magic!

“Well I do love the taste of a good buttered up human!" She winked, as she sat atop the chair below me, slipping her paws out of her brown some animal or other skin boots and resting her bare footpaws up on my section of the table. Large things with ice blue painted claws. “If you're going to keep being a smart ass! I may just need to punish you, if you don't have any other classes that is!" This is where I'll admit I'm an idiot. I could've easily lied; said I was expected somewhere, just laughed it off. Instead...

“Yes Ma'am!" I've never called her Ma'am before. She grinned, standing back up, those large feet of hers digging into the soft red carpet.

“Very good! I've got some essays to grade! Don't worry, yours was great, it would be unethical of me to hold your grades hostage!" I nodded, goddammit I just nodded still looking at her toes as they curled in front of my face. “Don't act like this isn't the first time you've seen my paws Jurgensson!" I swear, if I could've remembered how, I would've set myself on fire this very moment. She clearly saw how my skin looked pale and laughed. “I'm not blind, boy!" I nodded again. “Now I've got more papers to grade, from students not as smart as you; and my paws hurt! And I KNOW you know how to create a small flame in the tips of your fingers!" She winked at me as she lead me back to her desk. An ornate mahogany thing, with various runes and symbols crudely carved in by a knife of some sort. Bit of home she took with her I guess. I was ushered under her desk, where her boots sat, and with them the smell of leather and sweat that seemed to create a cube of aroma under her desk, fucking wind magic! Without a word she laid both her paws in my lap. I started rubbing, at this point my tongue had lost all it's bite. Honestly I doubt she'd find much use for it beyond me licking her feet...I hate being right by the way. So I rubbed, I dug my thumb into her thick tired paw pads as I heard the faint scratches of inkpen on paper above me. For a supposed former barbarian she had surprisingly smooth pads, it only made me wonder if some other high ranking students had to turn in some extra credit work, or if maybe the strain of standing all day was greatly exaggerated. Not that I'd ever say that out loud. Her foot paws could easily cover my face, smothering me to suffocation under them. Woe be to the smart ass. So instead I rubbed, silently, I worked my fingers with the heated tips up and down her footpaws, stroking along every inch of her smooth pads, even sliding between her toes. All the while, I stayed silent, so silent I think she may have forgotten I was there, at least I hope she forgot when she kicked me. It was a swift pull back of her left foot out of my hands, quickly winding up to slam me square in the face.

“Oh sorry Jurgensson!" She said dismissively, pulling her footpaws back a bit. “Just some of the essays are frustratingly bad....and personally I can't help but blame you a tiny bit!"

“I'm not sure I follow!" She dug her foot paw back into my chest, pinning me against the deck.

“You're not sure you follow...."

“Ma'am!" I said, trying to make it sound as bitey and sarcastic as possible, I doubt I pulled it off. She laughed and slid her paw up my chest, toes tilting my chin upwards so I could see her grin from under the desk.

“That's better! And I blame you for this because you could easily help your fellow students with these!"

“That would be a breach of academic ethics!" She tapped a toeclaw on my chin a couple times “Ma'am!" She laughed, sliding her foot further up my face as she pinned me against the desk.

“Doesn't stop you from helping your friends!" I opened my mouth and she slid a toe in it. “Don't even try to argue, Jurgensson!" She wiggled her toe in my mouth, lightly gliding her claw along my tongue before pulling it out and smothering my face against her desk. “Now I'm not telling you to lick my paws!" She started, letting herself a beat in a few quill scratches “but I'll probably be working much later if you don't!" Really what choice did I have? I started licking. I dragged my tongue from the bottom to the top of her paw, all while it kept me pinned against her desk, her toes scrunching over my face. Her other footpaw wriggled its way between my legs, toes sliding over a too tight part of my robs. “Glad to see you're having fun!" She said as her toes squeezed the tip of my erect cock. There was a mix of relief and arousal in her voice. Her toes gripped my cock tighter as I started to lap at her other foot paw. Dragging my tongue over her toes and tasting all that barbarian lady sweat and musk as I lapped it up. She moaned as I heard the quill above me scribble faster and faster, blazing through the essays of her other students. Soon she took her foot off my face and moved it behind my head, the other foot on the lower part of my back as she thrust me forward into her crotch! I took in the scents of her sex, thick lovely smells that only amplified once she took a claw to her robe; tearing it open to reveal her already moist vagina. Before I could say a word her legs were wrapped around my neck and her non writing hand grabbed the back of my head, claws digging in as she pushed me into that hungry sex of hers.

“Get licking!" She commanded, letting her claws dig lightly into the back of my head. I'm not one to ignore the nectar of either sex mind, so I licked away, the slight sparks I felt from her claws tracing along my neck honestly only enunciating the point of it. I throbbed, I throbbed fucking hard! I felt it throb through my suit pants as I kept licking her wet pussy, slurping up the juices of her orgasms as her legs formed a tighter vice around me and she started to moan. Her moans grew to screams of pleasure as I worked my tongue inside her, still feeling the ever commanding claws of hers in the back of my head! She bucked her hips as I licked, tasting all the intricacies of her pussy as she dug hand and toe claw in my back, my robes be damned. She moaned as my tongue touched her sweet cherry, claws digging deeper into my skin as the moans crescendo ed and I was rewarded with a pinch of fluid leaking steady onto my tongue.

“Not bad! I sense pure raw talent!" She said as she pulled her claws out from me and pushed me away from her sex. “How was it for you, Aron?" She asked.

“It was good Ma'am! Almost makes me sad our student-teacher relationship ends soon!" She grunted a 'hmm' as I heard her tear off a piece of paper and hastily scribble something down.

“Kiss my toes one last time, and I'll share with you a secret!" She said. I obliged, bending down to kiss her toes now resting on the floor by her boots. I puckered my lips and kissed each one, tasting that fur and her power. When she was satisfied a hand reached down to grab her discarded boots and she left me a scrap of paper as she left.

Room 421, Floor 51

I expect another foot rub when you come up Aron! This time you can call me Lexon though!

I looked at the paper for a moment, then at my own ripped robes. It'd be an awkward nightmare to go back to my own room in this state...but were I to go to Professor Lexon's room... I folded the paper and stuck it in an unripped pocket. Fuck it, what do I have to lose!