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A young, somewhat scrawny tabby paced around his abode. A simple log cabin with a few furnishings, mostly bookshelves with spell books that he practiced from.

“Ooh I'm so nervous, what if my champion rebels, or is too fearsome and eats me the way some young apprentices have gone," he muttered to himself, wringing his hands and glanced at his apprentice mage staff; nothing but a simple oakwood staff with a minor blue gem of mana embedded inside it. “Or worse yet…is another joke and has me a laughing stock for another year?" He grumbled.

The brown robes flapped around his ankles as he paced, a wonder he didn't wear a groove in the floorboards before looking down at his drab garment and clenched his hands into small fists.

“I don't want to be stuck as an apprentice forever," he said in a low tone before snatching his staff up and raising his hands into the air in a theatrical movement, pausing.

“Better outside," he said before stepping outside into a dappled woodland.

Marching to a suitable clearing he used for his more…risky spells, he rose his hand upwards, staff clutched tightly in his right before incanting the words of summoning.

The surrounding area darkened, a hush seemed to fall over the area as the blue gem glowed, a purple portal appeared but not where he intended as a figure came screaming down from the sky.

“Aaaahhhhhhhh!" A high pitched scream echoed throughout the woods, only there was no landing.

“Um, where did it go?" He said, lifting his apprentice hat up to scratch at his head, only for a voice to call above him.

“Up here kitty," the voice said, a light squeaky voice that held a husky undertone to it.

Glancing upwards he saw…what looked like a vivid teal coloured rabbit hanging from a lower tree branch, a large wooden mallet clutched in one hand, seeming to have caught on one before unhooking and landing gracefully.

He just stared at her, unable to believe this was what he had summoned.

“What's wrong kittycat, cat got your tongue?" The diminutive creature said with hands on her wide hips.

His eyes bugged out, his eyes roaming her plush looking form. She was only half his size and he wasn't exactly strapping. Her head looked very rabbit-like, only she had on her head a pair of dark, short antlers. Her ears were long, thick and floppy eared with black fur on her forearms, forelegs and ear tips helping to break up the colour. And from there she seemed to be all breast and booty with a cute dog-like tail and broad thighs.

“So, you are the one who pulled me from my world, huh?" the creature said as she regarded him with mesmerising violet eyes. “I was hoping for more," she said, crossing her arms as they vanished under her mighty, fur-covered bosom.

That seemed to snap the cat out of his stunned stupor. “N-now hold on just a minute! I should be the one saying that. I wanted a warrior, an almighty beast to fight in the summoning tourney! What am I supposed to do with something half my height?"

“Hey, underestimate me at your peril kitty!" She said, handing him her mallet which to his surprise, he could only just lift before she snatched it off of him and hefted it one handed over her shoulder. “See, not as light as you might think. This is made from genuine Hellswood. Twice as heavy as any other wood and just about unbreakable and unburnable. Now if you don't mind, I need to find a real master to serve. Not some two-bit mog."

She turned around, and he got a good glimpse of her fur covered backside as it jiggled, noting just like her fur covered breasts the cheeks were a lighter shade as if to accentuate her features all the more.

Shaking his head again, he ignored the urge he felt to use her as a fucktoy and shot in front, barring her path.

“I'm sorry, I should not have judged a book by its cover," he pleaded. “I may only be an apprentice but I have summoned you as my minion to fight in an important tournament. If I win, I will be promoted from apprentice to full mage!" He said with pride in his tone.

The creature however seemed unimpressed. “And what is in it for me hm? I have goals in life too, you know?" she said in that judging manner again.

“Well, if you win I will give you the choice of being freed from your contract or to see where our joined paths lead to."

“Heh good one, I'll be leaving now," she said, but before she could take more than ten steps away, she suddenly vanished and popped back into existence by his feet.

“I guess I AM stuck with you huh?" She pouted, her arms crossed and the mallet resting on the ground by her feet. “Fine, I guess I have no choice. Show me what to clobber and let's get this over with."

“Hey, give me a chance. You told me not to judge a book by its cover right?" He shot back at her before holding his paw out. “Give me a chance, okay?"

She regarded it and sighed before extending her own tiny hand out. “Fine, I'm Terise, Jackalope," she said with as much forced enthusiasm as she could.

“My name is Nerith, nice to meet you," he paused before looking her over, “I'm curious though. You are clearly strong but from my studies, aren't you largely prey to larger beasts? N-no disrespect!" He added hastily.

“Well some of us got tired of being on the menu and decided to become more than sport to be chased," she grinned with a tightening grip, threatening to crush his fingers.

How did such a tiny hand have such grip?

*

As they walked towards the mage's Keep (to which Terise took three steps to every one of his,) they learned more about their companion.

“I didn't realise monsters had families," Nerith said sheepishly, scratching at the back of his head in thought.

“Why, just because we are different to what you lot are?" Terise said in a bit of a huffy tone, “to us you are invaders who reach in and take what you please without consent."

The young feline seemed to deflate at this before she piped up, “Don't worry, I Wanted to come here. After having your 20th kitten you tend to feel a little tied down and feel like a change of pace."

“T-twenty! How old are you?!" Nerith said, just about tripping over upon hearing how many she was a mother to.

“Oh, about 50 years. But we can live up to two hundred years so I'm still very young," she shrugged, setting her chest jiggling, now clad in a light covering of red cloth and chainmail.

He had insisted on her wearing something, if not for modesty to stave off his own fantasy of jumping her. But somehow…

“How do you make yourself look even more naked with clothing on than without," he muttered, she probably would have missed it if not for her huge ears.

“Now you see why I go in just the buff, can't beat what nature gives you honey," she said with a playful edge to her tone.

“Oh look we're here!" He said quickly as he felt heat rising to his face, quickly moving away from the subject.

They approached a well-kept courtyard with an impressive, multi domed tower at its centre seemingly made out of white marble.

“I'd say these mages are compensating much," Terise stated before Nerith nudged her with his knee.

“Well if it isn't Nerith What ,is this like your fifth time you have tried to move up from apprentice?" Guffawed a smooth looking lion in blue robes. “Last time he managed to summon up a pixie, she fled before the fight even began. Who knows, maybe one day you will summon something that will last at least one round," he laughed amongst a group.

Terise scowled but approached him, thrusting her hand to which he bemusedly grabbed.

“Terise, nice to meet ya…or would if you weren't so repulsive," she said, going from a handshake to lifting him into the air and slamming into the ground, leaving him sprawled out on the grass.

Needless to say the laughter was cut pretty short by the rest, “Bullies, can't stick them," she huffed as she dusted her tiny palms off. “Well don't just stand there gawking, let us get this done so we can both get what we want huh?"

“R-right!" Nerith said, coming out of his shocked daze as to her strength before stepping over the stricken lion to the minion arena.

“Dear fellow magi, I hereby announce the start of the Minion tournament!" An aging white tiger shouted, his hands raised theatrically in the air. “As you know, there will be ten rounds in total. Those that make it through to the semi finals will be considered for promotion with the winner being promoted straight to full mage! Best of luck to you all!" His eyes lingered on Nerith at that before dropping his arms to announce the start of the games.

The first round for Terise was up against a goblin with a wooden club.

“Hur hur, lookit the cute fluffy bun, think I will enjoy picking you out from my teeth once I am through with you," he chortled, bringing his club down to brain her, only for Terise to summon her mallet mid swing, easily knocking it aside before one solid smack knocked him out of the stone arena, along with a gobful of teeth.

“Looks like you won't be goblin up anyone for a while bucko," she said, leaning on the pommel before flinging it into the air where it vanished.

“And…the winner is Nerith," the judge said after a shocked pause to which the assembled students clapped, some in bemusement. After all, who would have thought this alluring, fluffy bunny could be capable of such a feat?

“Are they all going to be this easy?" Terise said smugly as she returned back to the feline's side.

“Well that was only the round to sort the chaff from the wheat…or is it the other way around?" He said with a scratch of his head. “Either way don't let your guard down."

“Ehh it is a tournament, what is the worst that could happen?" She shrugged her tiny shoulders.

“You could die, some of the minions don't know restraint," he cautioned her.

Swiftly snatching a packet of dried meat from Nerith's pocket, she tore a strip off in her teeth and munched. “Aren't you vegetarian?" He said, the display of the cute milf munching on meat just seeming to look at odds.

“Us jackalopes are omnivorous actually, what do you think these are for?" She said, sliding her tongue cheekily between two very prominent, sharp teeth at the front.

She suddenly squeaked and dropped the remainder of meat onto the grassy floor as she felt a hand grope her heavy, hip hugging chest.

“Didn't reckon you were a pervert as well Nerith, you sure summoned a good piece here to put a nice show on," a scrawny manx in brown robes said as he hefted and squeezed the warm, pleasant flesh.

“E-erm, you'll have to forgive Tom here, he's a little…slow," he trailed off as she slammed his head into the ground so hard, he was buried up to his neck into the earth.

“W-worth it…" he groaned as Terise tried to walk away…only to be dragged back by the contracting spell.

“The sooner we get this over with the better," she scowled. For being so cute and plush looking, the look she bore could kill.

The next bout was nowhere near so easy, as Terise was pitted against a Treant to which all of her attacks slammed into with little effect.

“Come on Terise, do something!" Nerith hollered as she dodged and evaded roots and bark-like hands that sprouted from the floor, cracking the arena floor which seemed to self-repair.

“What do you want me to do, it is a tree monster and blunt attacks are useless. What do you want me to do GNAW IT TO DEATH?!" She screamed, quickly turning about as treehands erupted right in front of her only to be cornered by the wooded monster as it lumbered towards her.

“Think, think, maybe fire?" The feline said in a panicked state before pointing his sceptre towards Terise, aiming for her hammer.

The wood seemed to glow faintly red but didn't ignite, mentally smacking himself for forgetting Hellswood could not be ignited.

Terise swung in desperation, expecting it to just bounce uselessly off only this time, the treant roared in agony as a scorching mark was left in the side of its face.

“Oh…it absorbed the fire spell and is now imbued!" She smirked before letting forth a flurry of swings, one after another slamming into the monster with increasing roars of agony before with a welt of burnt marks, it fled the arena, forfeiting its summoner the match.

“And the winner is, Nerith and his oddly plush minion, Terise!" The judge shouted to which Terise basked in the applause, bowing so her cleavage was even more pronounced, the tips of her chest just about touching the floor to some whistling and cheering of the display. She was pretty confident no one would mess with her after the show she had put on.

However, as soon as she stepped off the arena and back to Nerith, her confidence gave way to exhaustion, collapsing onto her plush rear and then laying flat out on her back.

“Terise, are you hurt?" Nerith said, gently tipping some water from his bowel to splash gently over her face.

“Yeah, I-I'm just a little tired. I haven't tried going up against the big boys and I guess I am not quite ready yet," she panted heavily, the motion causing her chest to jiggle, making it very hard for the young cat to keep his mind straight and focussed.

“Okay, alright um, I think I know a regeneration spell to help you with that," Nerith said as he raised his staff up in the air before saying an incantation, a white glow suffusing Terise's form.

“Huh, I feel no better, what gives?" She said before she felt a swelling inside her chest. Whipping the cloth and armour up and over her head, she saw two dark green shapes protruding through her fur as milk streamed down and into her fur and grass.

“You idiot, you made my breasts generate milk!" She screeched, flailing her little arms in the air.

Suddenly a number of dark shadows crowded her, craning her head up to see a few young males with a very hungry look in their eyes. “Oh fuck me," she muttered.

“We'd be glad to you busty little nymph," one crowed before she set about them with her mallet, deterring through threat and force before a few laid in a pile on the ground with the others fleeing.

“What is going on here?" An elder cat said, a greying serval, “I might have known it would be you Nerith," he said in exasperation.

Raising his ruby gemmed staff, he casted a counter spell, her milk production soon drying up, the nipples tucking behind her fur before flopping down and onto her back in exhaustion.

The old cat gave Terise a potion to help regenerate her stamina as he approached Nerith. “God help us if you make it in as a mage," he muttered under his breath before walking to join his colleagues as the rest looked on and laughed at the pair.

“Kill me," muttered Nerith as he looked down at the ground between his legs.

“Keep this up and I will gladly grant you said wish," Terise glowered at him from over the neck of the potion.

*

Terise tried several times to run off, just wanting some space between her and this idiot who had conjured her, but no matter how much she ran she would just get yanked back next to his side.

Eventually she brandished her mallet at him, “Does it take killing you to free myself of you or something?!" She yelled at him, drawing the attention of several nearby magi.

“Easy, easy," Nerith said in a panicked tone, his hands held up in a placating gesture. “You do that and you die too. Like it or not we are linked until the contract is filled. I get I am not the most…competent mage," he said after a pause.

“That's an understatement," groused Terise with a roll of her violet eyes.

“But," he continued through gritted teeth, “I know I can improve given the chance, that is all I want. A chance to show I am more than an incompetent cat and a chance to advance myself. If…if we make it through the tournament, even if I am only considered, I swear I will owe you one."

Terise set her mallet down and took in a deep breath. “You are the epitome of a dizzy kitty," she said, letting a sigh out before thrusting her hand out. “Okay, unconditionally anything I want of you within reason."

“Deal…I guess?" Nerith said after a pause, feeling a little uncomfortable that she hadn't stated she would be wanting from him.

“Deal," Terise said, a flash of a sharp tooth and twinkle in her eye suggested it was not going to be anything simple or small. “Now," she hefted her mallet up onto her shoulder, setting her chest wobbling before dusting herself, making a show of wiping some invisible dirt from her plump backside, causing it to jiggle a good amount, making Nerith pretty hot under the fur, “we're up next. I'll do what I can and don't you try to help me any more, got that?"

*

Moments later Terise was in the arena, sans opponent.

“What is my opponent, invisible? Can I just claim a victory for a no show?" She said, shading her eyes and trying to see if she was missing something.

“Ahem. Dear fellow magi, I apologise for the delay but there has been a change of events. We have, for the first time, a special boss event!"

The surrounding sky darkened as a void appeared over the arena and a great winged, scaly beast was summoned forth. Flexing its dagger-like talons as it landed in the arena.

“Behold a common greenscale Dragon, not much of a challenge for any trained magi but more than a befitting test for an aspiring mage don't you think?" The announcer said with some glee in his voice.

“The bastards…they just want me out," Nerith wailed, pulling on his ears in frustration.

He made to walk towards the judges before Terise yanked on his tail.

“And where are you off to?" She said in a stern, rebuking tone, suddenly seeming every bit of a stern mother.

“To forfeit, there is no way we can win against a dragon!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat.

Terise couldn't help but smile, he did care for her after all but her serious face resettled back in place.

“You will do no such thing!" She growled, though it came across more cute than aggressive. “I will beat this beastie, just have faith in me, okay?" She said, pulling up the sleeves of her conjured clothes.

“Terise…are you sure?" Nerith swallowed as he saw the beast, looming there. It was as tall as he was and four times as long.

She managed to hide her fear and gave a determined nod, stepping into the arena. She knew if she could pull this off it would put her in good standing for actual hiring prospects.

The judges, senior magi and even the announcer seemed to be taken aback, all seeming convinced they would retire.

Her Hellswood mallet flashed into her hand and adopted her combat stance. “Bring it beastie," she said in a low tone as it opened its maw and roared before spewing a stream of flame in her direction.

Her body flashed a soft light, her speed doubling as she used her race's inherent agility to boost her speed, dashing to the side and leaped up. The dragon raised a talon to swat her back down, her mallet only just deflecting the blow.

Bunching her legs up, she landed before bouncing back towards the scaled dragon with all the strength she could muster and this time it wasn't ready for her, the mallet colliding with the side of the beast's maw.

It roared in pain before slamming its taloned limb into her, smashing her down into the ground before fire bubbled, its muzzle open to roast her alive.

“No!" Nerith cried out, his staff in the air. He tried to summon the spell to mind, pressure causing something to click before the incantation left his lips.

The flame ward suffused Terise's little body just as the flames enveloped her form, deflecting around her leaving only charred stone.

“Hah, good one Nerith!" She shouted, though with her lapse in attention the beast dove down on her, seemingly gobbling her up whole.

“Terise!" Nerith cried out, falling to his knees and a shocked gasp coming from the assembled crowd.

He felt his eyes starting to sting with tears, he had hardly known her for long but she had been the only one to give him any sort of a chance, and now she was gone. He had failed her!

A shout had him look up and rub at his teary eyes before seeing a teal coloured object in the dragon's maw, just staving off those powerful jaws from clamping shut on her.

“If it is of no bother…I could REALLYReally use some help any time soon!" She grunted, her arms shaking as it tried to devour her.

He tried to think of what he could do to give her an edge, he racked his brain for a dragon's weakness. What was not natural to them…?

A crazy idea suddenly lit inside his head. “I'm going to hit you with my rejuvenation magic Terise, an extra potent version of it!" He shouted across at her.

“The fuck? What good will milk do? Dragons…oh," she grinned, understanding what he was getting at.

He aimed his staff towards her, suffusing her body in a white glow, her form glowing bright in the beast's muzzle before with a determined heave, she pried his maw wide enough to use her mallet to jam it open.

“You want to taste me big guy? Well here, help yourself!" Terise threw her armour and top off before squeezing her chest hard. Her nipples plumped up as twin jets of milk sprayed down its gullet.

Now it was gagging, shaking its head to dislodge her as the unnatural milk flooded the hapless dragon, extinguishing its fire and causing its stomach to gurgle. Being reptilian in nature they did not produce or drink milk and thus were susceptible to it playing havoc with their systems.

Leaping out, she yanked her mallet free with the muzzle snapping shut, the poor dragon writhing in agony as the milk upset its stomach, clouds of smoke billowing from its muzzle before Terise set about with renewed vigor.

Leaping up into the air she cracked it upside the chin, hearing some teeth shatter before smacking the beast across the face.

Aiming a talon to swipe at her again, Terise was ready this time and used the limb to launch herself up and over, spinning sideways in the air like a teal coloured tornado, gathering momentum before smashing down on the green, scaled skull in a decisive blow.

Collapsing to the ground in a cloud of dust, its thick tongue lolled out to one side with Terise stood panting, refusing to relax until she knew the dragon would not rise again.

“And…the winner is, impossible as it seems…Nerith?" The announcer said before all the fellow magi erupted in cheer and applause at the show.

“Finally…it's over," she panted, collapsing onto her plush rump and sprawling; dirty, coated in saliva and tired, but happy with her performance.

“Terise!" Nerith shouted, rushing onto the arena floor as the poor dragon was dismissed, “that was incredible!" He said, his tail high in the air in pride, holding her to him before finding his top soaked with milk.

“Thanks…now can you undo your little hex? I could do without the extra drain," she groaned into him.

*

As the tournament was concluded, Nerith was welcomed in, begrudgingly by some, as an official mage, trading out his old brown robes for an official, much finer woven blue robe with a purple gemmed staff of greater power than his meagre one.

Terise had departed without much ceremony as Nerith was swept up in the moment, it was only after things had calmed down after the ceremony that he saw she was absent.

“Aw don't worry, you'll get plenty of tail as an actual magi now. Girls don't admit to it but they love a powerful mage. Makes us seem…mysterious," a squat, black feline magi smirked, elbowing him playfully.

“But…she wasn't just some tool," Nerith mumbled. He was annoyed at forgetting upon completion of the contract they were dismissed back to their world. He never got to thank her, or tell her he was sorry.

His first few nights were spent miserably inside the fabled white Tower of Power, (the founder thought it a good joke of a name and it stuck,) but eventually he started pushing the absence out of his mind. Besides, she had a family so chances of her coming back, he was convinced, were zero.

He was completely unprepared for an arrival in his private bedroom that night.

As Nerith slept soundly in the much larger room and bed, a magical disturbance awoke him.

Sitting up, the feline blinked and rubbed at his face before his green eyes widened at the sight of a swirling portal at the foot of his bed.

Grabbing for his scepter, Nerith made to climb out before a familiar figure fell out on top of the bed with a soft grunt.

“Why can't these voids appear on the ground?" Terise groused.

“T-Terise?" Nerith gasped before grabbing the jackalope and held her tightly to him, mindful of those short antlers.

Her little muzzle opened only to be cut off, “Thank you, Terise, thank you so much for helping me get a place here!" He said, tears beading his eyes as he held her close.

“Whoah, easy there kittycat, what's with the waterworks?" She said in that squeaky, husky tone of hers.

“I'm sorry," he sniffled before gently pushing her away from him, “it is just…I thought I would not get a chance to properly say thank you and goodbye," he smiled at her, the first genuine one that wasn't mixed with nerves and doubt she noticed.

“Well, we do have our own gateways to your world silly, and I knew you were caught in the moment. My family wasn't happy to have me away for so long so I had to patch things up with them," she said before a mischievous twinkle entered her violet eyes.

“What? You have a look that kind of makes me uncomfortable," Nerith said, suddenly unsure as to the purpose of her visit.

“Well, at first I was wanting to forge a pact that you shall never call upon me again, but having seen what type of person you truly are…and I must admit your milk shenanigans helped with this. Well I have an itch that needs sating and I have never experienced a feline before."

She licked her tongue around the edges of her mouth for emphasis before pushing Nerith onto his back.

“W-wait, I'm–"

“A virgin?" Terise smirked as she pulled the sheets back and saw a rather large tent in his underwear. “I can tell by the way you are trembling my dear, but don't worry, I will take very good care of you."

The poor feline swallowed audibly, “Y-you sure this is a good idea, I mean, what if I h-hurt you. I mean, you are half my size after all."

“Oh trust me, I am a lot more flexible than you think. And I dare say you could call for help if you felt forced into this," Terise admitted, “so go ahead, call for your colleagues' help," she said, sitting on his chest, her rump feeling so soft, cushy and warm.

He opened his muzzle to say something, but all that came out was a croak before she nodded. She could see he wanted this, but that need was mixed with a lack of confidence.

“Don't worry, momma will take care of your needs too," she said, a husky growl creeping into her tone before pulling his underwear off, his member springing free.

“Wow, my mate is only half your size," she growled hungrily, her gaze filling up with his meat.

“I'm not that impressive, I'm only average at about five inches," he said meekly before stiffening, feeling her breath wash over the head of his penis.

“Let me show you what you have been missing out on Nerith," she said with hunger, her muzzle opening up all the way and wrapping around the head.

Nerith hissed, a sharp intake of breath with her experience showing as she skillfully sucked him off, her little muzzle stretching farther than he thought possible, though there was a limit to what her mouth could take in as it stopped with just three inches, all wrapped up and snug in her warm muzzle.

She withdrew slowly, before angling and pushing down again, feeling the head glide down her throat as she deepthroated him, her small hands gently massaging his base as her throat bulged from his girth.

“Hhhhhhhnn!" He grunted, his hips arching into her, unable to help himself, his hands flying to that plush rump of hers and began to squeeze and fondle, marvelling in the softness before she brought her head back and fully off, her tongue darting out to lick the pre from his tip.

“Mmh you do have a nice taste dearie, but let us not leave it there," she looked back at him, poking her tongue out cutely before grasping those massive breasts of hers and wrapped them around him, just about fully covering his length as her muzzle wrapped once more around the tip as she worked her soft, large fluffy breasts either side, parting and squishing and gently rubbing.

“I-I can't hold on…much…longerrrrr!" He cried out, his thrusts growing more frantic and erratic with his balls pulling up snug to his base, closing his eyes as he felt the pressure build up to his first orgasm with a partner as he unloaded his bounty into her eager mouth.

Terise moaned around him as she held still, letting him do the work for her as she swallowed wave after wave of his seed, savoring the taste and texture as it glided down her throat, gulping with relish before his thrusts slowed down to a gradual stop.

Pulling off of him, she wiped her muzzle with the back of her hand and turned to look at him. “My, I'd ask how it was for you but you should see the look on your face!" She giggled at his dazed look, flat on his back with his thin chest heaving. “Don't tell me you never masturbated before?" She said with a raised eye.

“Y-yeah bu-but it never felt like th-that," he panted between gasps before his head shot up at the feel of her tongue at his shaft. “Hey, I don't think I can go a-again," he moaned as she tried to coax his half-flaccid shaft back to being fully erect.

“Well you tasted nice but I also have an urge that I will not have ignored," she said, her face taking on a look of annoyance. “Looks like this will need some extra coaxing."

“Wh-what?" He panted before he soon found his face full of her plump backside.

Mumbling and groaning, he weakly tried to push her off, but the heated jackalope was having none of it and ground hard into his face, feeling his breath as he breathed in her scent at its most potent.

She giggled as his protests became less insistent and he began to explore with his tongue, probing and prodding until he found her folds where he began to lap, first tentatively but at her coaxing, more forceful until he was parting her folds and plunging in deep with every thrust of his tongue.

“Oh yeah, that's it, get a good taste of m-eek!" She cried out as in an unexpected turn, he flipped them over, spreading her thighs as he ravaged her, almost with a feral tenacity.

“O-oop, I forget…our scent and taste to mortals can…do funny things to them," she squeaked out as he pressed his face in, mouth pressing into her folds as he seemed unable to get enough of her taste.

Breaking away, Nerith's chest heaved raggedly, his five inches of feline meat was raging hard, dribbling pre down the length. He looked positively feral. And that only heightened the excitement for Terise.

“Okay…you horny Jackalope. You want this?" He said, grabbing her and forcefully yanking her legs as wide apart as they would allow, exposing her gleaming, wet folds in all their glory. “You can have it!" He yowled.

Thrusting into her, his pre plus her own natural lube had him bury half his length in on the first go.

“Ah yes! Fuck me, pound me hard kitty!" Terise moaned out as he did so with a will, slamming into her over and over.

She was so tight, if she was a normal short stack she would have been broken by now but it was all true, she was very robust as well as flexible.

As his moans became more heated and guttural, he thrusted his head into her plush chest, nuzzling through the lighter coloured fur before finding the hard nipple and latched on, suckling for all he was worth as he slammed his full length in each time, Terise gasping and doing her best not to scream her own pleasure for the tower to hear.

He suckled hard and slurped over her nipple, his muzzle growing warmer and wetter as his thrusts picked up pace, soaking her chest in his saliva.

“Ooohh yes, fuck me, mate me like a feral!" She moaned loudly, her vaginal walls clenching hard with each stroke, every thrust into her as she had her passage fucked and violated, feeling how full he filled her each time and how much her body sang for his seed.

Pulling his face up for air he grunted as his shaft throbbed, his balls pulling tight ready to dump another load inside her. “Take it Terise, take all I have!" He cried out, thrusting home one more time as his tip flared and climaxed deep inside, his seed gushing out and filling her all the way to her core.

“Yes oh Yes YES!" She screamed before quickly covering her face with a large, thick ear to muffle any other screams she may have as she felt him hit her G-spot, triggering her own climax as she thrashed about on the bed, her little body convulsing in pleasure as she was heated up to her core with his seed.

When he had dumped the last of his load into her, Nerith's limbs shook before giving out, collapsing on top of her soft form.

“Oof, bit clumsy on the ending there Nerith," she panted, wriggling to poke her head out of the side, moaning as she felt their mixture leak out into their furred forms.

“Nerith?"

She managed to get a good look at his head, pillowed on her breast as he snored, completely worn out from two orgasms as he softened inside her.

“Give it some years and experience, you'll build stamina," she chuckled before joining him in a nap of her own. “Thank you for that, it's what I needed. Some good, hard loving."

*

The early light of dawn woke up Nerith as he opened his eyes groggily, aching and tired before he remembered the events of last night.

Spying a hastily scribbled note on his bedside he picked it up.

'Hey Nerith, I heard voices muttering nearby and figured it best to amscray for a while. Good luck with things.'

Cringing, a creeping sense of dread overcame him as he rinsed off and donned his robes.

As he walked to his advanced magic lessons, he noticed a good few staring at him, feeling relieved when he made it to class.

“Good of you to join us Nerith," the tutor addressed him, “we were just going over the basic application of spells, one known as the muffling spell which is very handy in certain situations, last night comes to mind."

The class laughed at him as he seemed to shrink into his own robes.

“Fucking…Terise," he grumbled under his breath.

They would not let him live this one down for years.