From: albrecht@alfaskop.net (Albrecht)
Subject: Fur: The Butterfly (M/m - furry)
Date: Sun, 20 Apr 1997 12:52:07 GMT
Organization: Furry Pleasures - http://www.alfaskop.net/~albrecht

A new story from Furry Pleasures - http://www.kd.qd.se/~albrecht

(C) 1997  Jason Palmer

Author's Note:  Alrighty, I'm writing another one of my 'tender'
stories, since you all seemed to like "Blue-Eyed Diamond" so
much.  I origionally wrote this story out by hand... took me
twenty six notebook pages, and a week of sitting down when I had
freetime.  You judge for yourself if it's more than just porn.
:)  Drop me a line and tell me what you think.  Hmmm...I believe
this is my longest story to date.  4/16/97


"The Butterfly"
   by The NightCat (nightkat@hotmail.com)


Merrin raised his paws over the little green potted plant sitting
on the wooden table.  He spread his fingers, and began to whisper
the words of the spell he was practicing.  He felt the magical
force building within him, and it tingled slightly, as magic
always did.  It started in his chest, and worked its way down to
the pit of his stomach.  He braced himself, and spoke faster,
incanting the forces of life, health and growth.  The power
radiated through his arms until it reached his fingertips.
Whispering frantically, he pictured the result-- expecting the
magic to leap from his fingers and make the plant grow.  Nothing
happened.

He sighed and closed his eyes, letting the energy dissapate.  The
disappointed squirrel sat down in his wooden chair, and wondered
what was wrong with himself.  He used to think he was doing
something wrong, but he had practiced countless times, and obeyed
all of his teacher's instructions.  He was past worrying about
his technique, and began to question his skill.

He apired to someday become a high-mage, but he couldn't even
cast a beginner's gardening spell!

Leaning back in his chair, he idly toyed with the waistband of
his cloth pants, until he caught himself, and quickly pulled his
hand away.  He was a young squirrelman, just barely coming of
age.  He was very athletic, like a runner, or a climber.
His slender, agile body was covered in soft grey fur, save a
white patch which ran from his chest down to his inner thighs.
He could have been an athlete, and competed with the
tree-runners, but his parents had sent him to wizard school, to
learn under Darric, one of the younger high-mages.  He was always
fascinated with magic, and he admired the wizards of his village.

He was an apprentice to Darric, one of the kindest foxes he had
ever met.  When his parents had sent him away, Darric took him
in, and cared for him like a father, giving him food, shelter,
and disciplining him in the ways of his craft.

Merrin had grown to admire Darric greatly, not only because of
his ability to cast many powerful spells, but also because he was
kind of heart, and managed to keep himself in wonderful physical
shape.  He was older than Merrin, at perhaps twenty eight or
twenty nine cycles, but his body was strong and agile, still in
its prime.  His fur was a beautiful dark red color, with flecks
of black in it.  At his forearms the fur turned black, and seemed
to 'glove' his hands.

Merrin curled his long, fluffy tail around his waist, laying it
across his lap.  He groomed it absently while he silently
despaired over his failure.  It was terribly frustrating.  Darric
had overseen his practicing for months.  He could feel the magic
force within him, waiting to burst out, but he simply could not
manifest it.

He tried hard to concentrate on his studies, but his thoughts
tended to distract him sometimes, when his mind would wander into
dark areas, into things he knew were wrong.  But he doubted
that was the sole problem though, certainly not that, because he
always chided himself, and redoubled his efforts to concentrate
on his work.

"Merrin."  A voice from a doorway in the wooden room.  The
doorway was built into one wall, leading to a small corridor,
where the wizard's sleeping quarters were.  Merrin looked up with
his bright hazel eyes.

"Yes, sir?" he responded.  He immediately recognized the voice of
his master.  The wizard had gone into his bedroom almost two
hours ago, having set him to work, to practice.

"How are you coming along?" asked the high-mage, striding
casually into the room.  He, unlike the other wizards, did not
wear the long, flowing robes that seemed so common to the
profession.  In fact, he left his upper body bare, exposing his
strong, lightly muscled chest and arms.  A necklace hung around
his neck, a simple silver chain that he claimed was a very
powerful relic.

He wore white pants which came down to his bare ankles, and,
although Merrin had never touched the fabric, he believed it was
extremely soft.  He also wore sandals on his black-furred feet,
with straps that wound up his ankles, and disappeared under the
legs of his pants.

Merrin wanted to smile as he looked over his teacher.  He wanted
to find comfort in the familiar shape of his body, but his
sadness overwhelmed him.  He also felt a pang of shame as an
image flashed through his mind, a forbidden thought that he
banished quickly.  It often came to him when he looked at his
master, but he dared not indulge himself in such things.

He sighed, and spoke, the pain audible in his voice.  "I can't
make my spells work, no matter how much I try."

Darric frowned for just a moment, and then the expression faded
into one of interest and compassion.  His clever vulpine eyes
glistened slightly in the light, alive with thought and concern.
"Have you been doing everything I taught you?"

Merrin nodded.  "Yes, master Darric, I remember every word you've
told me."

Sounding intensely thoughtful, Darric queried, "Are you remaining
balanced on the inside and outside, as we discussed yesterday?"

It was almost too much for Merrin.  "Yes, I've followed
everything you've taught me," he said.  He cherished every word
his teacher spoke, but none of it helped him.  Failing at his
craft brought it's own pain, but Darric had begun to question his
very devotion, and this cut him deely in comparison to everything
else.  Despair washed over his heart like a cold wave of icy
water that somehow seemed to burn him.

Darric, however, did not seem displeased, or even upset.  Merrin
knew he was incredibly understanding.  "I-I'm sorry, master
Darric.  I am a f-failure..." he stammered, and looked down.
Resting his face in his hands, he trembled slightly, trying to
shut out the whole world.

Suddenly he felt a light touch on his shoulders, something warm
and comforting.  Darric was massaging him gently.  "It is
alright," he spoke softly.  "Do you think every mage starts out
forming all of their spells perfectly?"

Merrin shook his head, not looking up.  "But-- but I can't do
-anything-... not even a plant-growth visualization. I've been
trying for months!"  He could feel tears welling up in his eyes,
and, although he fought them, they came anyway.  The paws on his
shoulders felt so wonderful and soothing, especially considering
how rarely his teacher touched him.  This just added to his
shame, however.  He had failed, -was- a failure, and his master
still understood, and cared for him.  It made him feel unworthy,
and very small.

"It is alright, my young apprentice.  Don't despair.  I know what
you're going through," said Darric.  He placed one hand on
Merrin's head, and lightly stroked over an ear.

Merrin was surprised at the caress, and for a moment he stopped
crying.  He lifted his head slightly.  "You... d-do?" he asked.
"But master D-Darric, you are powerful, and successful."

"Stand up, please," Darric said softly.  "And turn around to face
me."

Slowly Merrin obeyed, getting up slowly, and turning around.  He
could not meet the wizard's gaze, so he simply stared at the
floor.  For a long moment, perhaps a minute, there was complete
silence.  Merrin studied the floor, the legs of the chair in
front of him, and then his master's feet, and how they fit into
the sandals he wore.  Darric's feet were black, just like his
hands, and Merrin guessed the red fur turned dark at mid-calf,
just as they did on his forearms.  Then suddenly one  foot moved,
sliding the chair out from between them.

Merrin looked up at Darric's chest, but was still unable to make
eye contact.  His teacher spoke softly, with his deep, knowing
voice, his eternal understanding.  "Come here, child of magic,
and open your heart to me."  He extended his arms.

Merrin looked up and, as his gaze met Darric's for just a moment,
those kind, beautiful eyes, he burst into tears.  He took the
invitation, and slid into his teacher's embrace-- something he
had never done before, but something he desperately needed.  He
could no longer hold his pain inside, and he cried as Darric held
him, feeling deeply ashamed, especially at how gracious the fox
had been to him, ever since they had met.  It seemed as though
everything was crashing down on him.

Darric was taller than he was by about two hand-heights.  Merrin
rested his nose against the soft fur of the mage's bare chest,
and sobbed.  He cried because he was a failure, cried for all of
the time he felt was wasted, cried because his master was so
understanding, cried because he felt he was undeserving of it
all. His arms came around Darric's waist, and he felt the teacher
hug him back.  The entire time Darric whispered, "It's alright,
let it out, Merrin... let it all out..."

After some time, Merrin's sobs faded into an occasional sniffle,
or a little gasp.  "I'm suh-so s-sorry," he managed.  A finger
pressed under his chin lightly, lifting his muzzle, until his
gaze met with the wizard's.  Darric had such kind, warm eyes.
They were crystal blue, with flecks of green.

"I know what you have been going through lately.  I know what has
been distracting you from your magic."

In the silence between his sobs, while his teacher spoke, he
began to realize just what was happening.  He was pressed up
against his master's bare chest, embracing him, close enough
to feel the fox's warm breath on his lips as he spoke.

He realized he had been spoken to.  "Distracting me, sir?" he
asked feebly.

It felt good to be so close to him, but as he was becoming more
aware of it, he started to feel nervous.  How many times had he
longed to hug his master in greeting when he came back from a
long trip?  How many times had he wanted to snuggle up to him
by the fireplace when the nights were cold, while he instead lay
alone in his bed, homesick for Darric's presence?  He did not
know how many times, but he realized they were all being answered
in one subtle moment of trust and closeness.

Darric spoke even more softly.  "Yes, young one.  Your thoughts
distract you from your magic."  He ran his hands up and down
Merrin's back, and the squirrel shivered slightly.  "Even now
your thoughts are wandering."

Panic swept over him.  He swallowed, hoping he would not have to
answer.  Yet his master was right.  His mind had strayed often
when Darric would lean over his shoulder to show him something
while he studied, or when he would see his master stretch to
reach something on a high shelf.  It hurt him to realize it, but
he was fascinated with Darric's body as much as his magic.

He was speechless.  How could his master know?  Had he been so
obvious?  How could his master not toss him out in disgust?

"Shh, I understand," Darric whispered to him, smiling lightly.
"Please, rest your mind, I sense you are in great turmoil."
Slowly he tightened his arms around Merrin's body.  He slid one
hand down the young apprentice's back, and the other up, to the
nape of his neck.  "Let yourself go, my friend.  I tell you, I
understand.  You don't need to fear me."

Merrin felt something like terror rush through him, and his knees
weakened.  Darric was gently but firmly pressing on his neck,
tilting his head back, and very gradually leaning down, closer to
him.  He responded in the most natural way he could-- he leaned
closer, not very far at all, until his lips touched the tall
fox's.  He had never done such a thing before, and it made him
tremble with a heat that burned inside his chest.  The tender
warmth on his lips retreated slowly as Darric pulled back.

"Was that nice?" he asked quietly.

Merrin could barely speak.  He had just kissed Darric.  His
eyes were half-lidded, and he doubted he had the breath in him to
form a reply.  The thought reverberated in his mind.  He had just
kissed high-mage Darric, his teacher.  Somewhere in the darkest
recesses of his fantasies, he had dreamed of such a thing, but he
never suspected it would actually happen.  Finally he managed a
quiet, "Yes, sir."

Darric's mouth approached his once again, and for a moment he
thought they were going to kiss again.  However, Darric simply
slid his muzzle up against Merrin's, pressing them gently
together, nuzzling tenderly.  They clung to one another, and in
those few moments Merrin had his first taste of intimacy.  He
felt so close to his teacher, closer than he had ever hoped.  He
could feel Darric's beautiful chest expanding rhythmically with
his slow breath.

"Let's go sit down," the wizard whispered finally.  "You have
not seen my bedroom yet, and I would like to show it to you."

He stepped back from Merrin, and suddenly, as the cool air
replaced the warm body, the squirrel realized just how much he
had longed to be close to Darric.  The cold emptiness that
replaced his master's warm fur was something he was used to.  He
never even noticed it himself.  And yet, as he felt it so acutely
for the first time, it seemed painfully familiar.

"Yes, sir," he said.  His desire to touch Darric had been a hazy
shadow that he had never allowed himself to acknowledge.  As the
agile wizard turned to his left, and walked through the corridor
of the wooden treehouse, Merrin followed close behind. A giddy
excitement gripped him, for he had no idea what would await him
when they got to the bedroom, but he had a feeling it would
surpass what the had experienced thusfar.

They reached a doorway that looked similar to any other along the
corridor-- framed in wood, and fairly plain.  Darric stepped
inside, with Merrin right behind him.

It was an elegant room, with thick, soft blue carpet, white walls
decorated with many intricate runes of magic, and a large four
poster bed.  Darric walked over to it and sat down on the edge.
He patted the space to his right.  "Come, sit by me, Merrin."

Obediently as always, and without the slightest hesitation, the
young apprentice sat down next to his master, ready to do
absolutely anything he was asked.

Darric slid an arm around him, and gently squeezed the opposite
shoulder, snugging him closer.  "You have wanted to kiss me for a
great while, haven't you?" he asked, gazing at him with
compassion and a warmth that went far beyond simple
understanding.

Merrin nodded.  "I hadn't realized it, but yes, I have."

Tenderly the wizard placed a fingertip on Merrin's lips, and
began tracing along them.  He watched with delight as the
squirrel's eyes lidded, and his mouth parted slightly, responding
to the gentle caress.

"It is alright," he told his apprentice.  "I have been watching
you for a long time, and I saw the need in you, the way you stare
at me sometimes."

Merrin spoke softly, dreamily, as if enchanted.  All of his
secrets were being uncovered, but each one seemed to yield a
reward.  "Yes, master Darric, I watch you because you are very
beautiful."  He opened his eyes a bit, and gazed up at the man he
respected and admired more than anyone in the world.  "And
because I love you."  He trusted his master far too much to keep
the truth from him.

Darric's smile widened, and he whispered, "And I love you,
Merrin."  As the squirrel let out a soft whimper of joy and
recognition, Darric kissed him, more firmly than before.  Sliding
his other arm around the slender squirrel's body, he leaned
forward and parted his lips, sliding his tongue out to brush over
Merrin's soft, tender mouth, exploring his lips.

They both slid back a bit on the bed, and Darric gently pressed
Merrin onto his back.  They kissed heatedly, and gradually the
young apprentice began to release his fears.  He wrapped his arms
tightly around his master, kissing him with a deep passion.
Darric took the assertive posture, laying atop Merrin.  Their
tongues danced, and explored one another.  Merrin's breathing had
quickened, and his heart pounded rapidly inside his slim chest.
He felt like his stomach had dropped a thousand feet, as thrill
after thrill coursed through his young soul.  He had dreamed
hazy, clouded dreams of intimacy with his master, but he had
never pictured anything like what Darric had opened to him.

He felt so close to him then, as his tongue was suckled on, and
fingers ran through his headfur, and yet there was some vague,
burning need, something he wanted, but its purpose was revealed
to him gradually, in pieces, only as he satisfied it, and not
before.

When Darric pulled back from him, they were both panting, and
reluctant to leave the kiss. He touched his apprentice's cheek,
caressing it in his palm.  "Today," he said, with more than a
mild husky edge to his voice, "I will show you something quite
different from magic.  Are you ready, my young love?"

Merrin felt his heart soar at the simple, affection in that
sentence.  He ran his paws down Darric's bare, furry sides.  "Yes
please teach me.  I am willing."  He was excited in a way he
had never been before.  To touch his master wherever he pleased
was bliss, and somehow to put his hands on a 'forbidden' place
made the sensation all the more electrifying.  In a rash moment
of inspiration, he slid his paws around the fox, down his back,
and over the curves of his backside, cupping the rump he had
stared at so many times in secret.  It was firm, and the cheeks
felt round, perfect in his grasp.

Darric groaned deeply, and involuntarily pressed his hips against
Merrin.  He rarely had anyone touch him there, and it brought out
a deep passion.  He loved young Merrin fiercely.  At first it had
been a fatherly love, as he had disciplined and trained him in
the ways of the mage.

Yet, as he grew to know the young man, and realized Merrin's
desire for him, he had felt his love changing, growing.

He could not keep from rubbing his erection against Merrin's
though as he felt the deft hands exploring his buttocks.  "You
are so... beautiful..." he whispered, and kissed Merrin's lips,
and then his furry chin.  He worked down the side of his neck,
nibbling lightly on it.

Merrin had never been called beautiful by anyone in his life.  It
felt so new, and wonderful.  He was shocked to have gotten such a
reaction from Darric as he touched his rump.  There was something
hard brushing up against him as Darric rocked his hips-- he could
feel it through the thin fabric of the white pants.  He knew what
it was-- at times when he thought of certain things, some of his
'forbidden' thoughts, for example, his sheath would swell, and
his manhood would slip out.  He was exciting his master.  He had
only the faintest idea of what that meant, but it fascinated and
intoxicated him, and a lump formed in his throat.  He swallowed
hard, and murmured, "Master Darric, why does this happen?" As he
spoke he fought back his inhibitions, and slipped his paw between
his teacher's legs, rubbing it against the length of meat whch
strained the pants.  He could feel the outline of it, and the
slight knob at the tip, just like he had on his own.

Darric thought he would lose all control.  He pressed his
backside into the air, making room for Merrin's probing hand.
His head hung below his shoulders, and he whispered, "By the
gods..." his member throbbed, straining to escape the confines of
his pans.  Merrin's fingers were so innocent, and yet so
perfectly natural.  He was honest with his touch, and that made
it perfect.  "That is... part of the other l-lesson I wish to
t-teach you... it is a lesson of p-pleasure and love."  He
crawled back, out of reach of Merrin's caresses, and got off of
the bed.

Merrin sat up and watched Darric back up.  He smiled as a
reassuring, playful kiss was planted on the sole of his foot.

"Have you ever seen another man unclothed?" asked the mage,
standing back a bit from the egde of the bed, with his paws on
his hips.

Another torrid, silvery thrill ran through Merrin's body.  He was
going to see his master naked!  "No sir," he said softly.

Darric smiled graciously as he gazed at the youth.  He did not
take his eyes off of Merrin's as he undressed; he wanted to see
the youth's reaction, and where his eyes lingered.

Merrin watched, awestruck, as his master hooked his thumbs in the
waist of his pants, and let them drop to his ankles.  He did not
notice as the pants were kicked away; his gaze was drawn to the
sheath and balls which hung proudly between Darric's legs.  His
master was nude before him, totally exposed.

Merrin thought of a butterfly as it emerges from it's cocoon,
essentially the same creature, but so much more beautiful and
delicate, something to be cherished and appreciated.  His master
was like the butterfly, slipping out the cocoon of his clothing.

His eyes drank in the perfect, vigorous form of the mage, pausing
at the groin again. Darric's cock was fully erect, jutting out
from its furry sheath.  It was larger than his own, but not
shaped very differently.  It was pink, and twitched slightly with
its owner's pulse.  Merrin noticed Darric's ballsac was larger as
well, the tender, furry spheres hung low on him, and the way he
stood, one testicle lay slightly forward, and one slightly back.
His legs were also exquisite.  The calves were round and strong,
covered in thick red fur.  They were accentuated by the
sandal-straps, which wound in 'X' patterns all the way up to his
knee.  His feet were 'socked' in black fur from just below the
knee downward, as his paws were gloved from the middle of the
forearm.

"What do you think?" Darric finally asked, walking toward the
bed.

"I have never seen a naked body before, but I think you are the
most beautiful sight I have ever seen."

Darric stopped at the edge of the mattress.  He cupped his balls
in one dark paw, and took his cock in the other. "You have never
seen one of these before?" he said, running his fingers over the
surface of its smooth, pulsing length.

Merrin shook his head slowly.  "No, sir," he murmured.  He could
not take his gaze from Darric's manhood.  His eyes were wide,
and he could feel his own member pulsing, rigid in his trousers.

The butterfly and cocoon image came to him again.  The penis was
an amazing thing.  It spent so much time within its sheath,
hidden, but when it emerged, it was incredibly desirable, like a
rare treasure.

Darric spoke softly, still manipulating his shaft.  "Do you want
to touch it?"

Merrin did indeed want to touch it. "Yes, master Darric," he
murmured.

Darric let his hands fall to his sides, allowing his cock to
swing free.  "Come, then.  Touch it, play with it all you like."

Merrin eagerly scooted forward, sitting on the egde of the bed,
looking up at his teacher, his lover.  "You don't mind?"

Darric let out a soft chuckle, and said, "Not at all.  When you
are finished I will show you what it feels like, and you'll
understand."

"Yes, sir," Merrin said, smiling, masked with a hazy, unknown
desire.  His eyes traveled down to the erection facing his chest.
He traced his fingers along the opening of the sheath, at the
base of the shaft.  It was thicker, and looked fascinating poking
out of the sheath.  Slowly, cautiously he ran his fingers up the
underside of it, until the reached the slit at the tip.

Darric let out a deep, shaky sigh, and murmured, "That is veeery
good."  With his other paw, Merrin slipped his fingers under the
heavy ballsac, brushing the fur beneath.  Darric parted his legs,
making room for the fingers of the young squirrel.  Merrin cupped
the erection in his palm, and curled his fingers around it,
testing its girth.  He gave it a squeeze, and the fox grunted in
response.

A slightly larger hand was placed over Merrin's.  "Let me show
you something," he said, guiding the apprentice's paw.  Together
they stroked his pulsing meat up and down, from the rim of the
ruby head, nearly down to the base.  They worked slowly at first,
and Merrin looked up at his master, who was tensing visibly, with
light muscles rippling under dark fur.  Their eyes locked for a
moment, and in those few seconds they saw in one another all the
things they had never said, all the hidden truths, and more.
Darric, with his open manner, never attempted to hide his
feelings for Merrin-- he simply never had a chance to express
them.  Merrin, on the other hand, had kept so much inside of
himself that he suffered for it.

And finally they had coupled, able to truly explore one another,
and let out the passions that had built up between them.  Merrin
looked back down at the cock, intent on fully pleasing his
master.  Darrice encouraged Merrin to speed up, removing his
hand and letting the squirrel do it himself.  Merrin complied
willingly, massaging the entire length of the maleness
rhythmically, while he played tentatively with the furry balls
that hung beneath it.

"Oooh," Darric moaned.  "That's so nice..."

Merrin leaned down a bit, to look more intently at the shaft.  As
he closed in on it, he picked up the scent of Darric's groin, the
musky, male scent, and all at once he craved more of it.  He
closed his eyes, and worked the cock, sniffing slowly but deeply
at it, taking in as much of the glorious aroma as he could.  He
didn't realize that he was gradualy easing toward the source of
that scent until his nose touched the base of Darric's cock.  He
was about to withdraw, when his master let out a surprised moan.
"Oh yes, Merrin... yes, that's it!"

Again, Merrin felt his heart soar, but unlike the first time, it
did not come down.  He opened his eyes, and stared at the
beautiful veined maleness, which hovered just an inch away from
his lips.  A hunger, something totally new awoke within him.  He
looked up at his teacher, and whispered, "I love you."
He then looked at the length of hard flesh, and nuzzled it,
brushing his silky cheekfur over the sensative skin.  The new
hunger was very strong, and clear.  He wanted to lick the cock.

"Mmmm... you make me so proud," Darric said softly, dazedly,
afraid to close hs eyes for fear he would miss the incredible
view.

Those words brought bliss, a joy Merrin only felt when Darric
approved of him.  He kissed the base of the shaft lightly with
his searching lips.  At first he was wary of the taste and
texture, but  as he felt it against his lips, and slid his tongue
out to lick tentatively at it, all fears were dispelled, and the
hunger grew into a need.  He took his hand from his master's
cock, and slipped his wet tongue out to cup the underside of it.
He ran the surface up along the shaft, until he reached the tip.
He circled the head once, and slowly trailed back down.

Darric was hunched over slightly, watching the discovery with
eyes slitted in pleasure.  It had been -ages- since anyone had
mouthed his cock, a full cycle at least!  Pleasure rushed through
him, and he petted the young squirrel's head lovingly as he
worked.

Merrin did not know why, but working over the length of maleness
with his mouth was gratifying beyond all measure.  He was panting
as he licked over the surface of the shaft, though not from
exertion.  He tried to keep his eyes focused on the erection, and
as he was nearing the head he noticed a drop of clear fluid
glistening at the slit.  He ceased his mouthing, and wrapped one
hand around the damp penis, stroking it slowly, while he examined
the drop of fluid.

Darric noticed Merrin's confusion.  "You may drink that, if it
pleases you, Merrin; it won't harm you.  It is a sign that you
are giving me great pleasure," he said softly.

Merrin licked at the drop, and paused for a moment.

"It is called precum," Darric said, smiling warmly down to him.

Merrin nodded.  The precum wasn't unpleasant. It was slightly
salty, and warm, but had no real flavor to it.  He sealed his
lips around the head, and suckled lightly on it, hoping to get
more out of it.

At that, Darric's knees buckled.  "Uhh-uhhhnn... good, good
Merrin... keep that up... t-take more in," he stuttered.

Slowly Merrin began to slide more of the prick into his mouth,
and suddenly, as if finding the piece that fits perfectly into a
puzzle, he realized what he had been longing for.  He moaned and,
took more into his muzzle.  It slid over his tongue, and pressed
out at his cheeks, feeling smooth and hard and rubbery inside
him.  Was this what his mind had been secretly contemplating for
so long?  He thought it was, for it brought him not just physical
pleasure, but a deep sense of fulfillment.  He suckled on his
master's cock eagerly, taking it as far back as it would go.  He
realized he could simulate the stroking motion of his hand by
impaling himself on the rod with the same rhythm.  He sheathed
the beautiful hard cock in his muzzle carefully but needfully.
He loved the feeling-- it was as if each time he took the root of
Darric's masculinity into himself, he was complete.

Darric looked down at him, and he could not help but thrust his
hips slowly with Merrin's motions.  The mouth felt nearly perfect
to him, swallowing up his member, the slick tongue and cheeks
engulfing him time and time again.  Occasionally he felt teeth
rake across the bottom of his penis, but it did not hurt him.  In
fact, it only served to remind him that his lover was a virgin,
acting completely by instinct.  That though added to his
excitement.  The steady building of his pleasure was nearly ready
to come to its peak, and he knew he should warn Merrin, but the
words would not come.  He could only gasp and sigh shakily,
unable to stop the cascade of intense pleasure from building
within his balls.

Merrin imagined he was pleasure Darric well, for he had gone
completely speechless, and was breathing more and more ragged.
He wondered whether his pleasure would just keep increasing, but
he had a very good feeling that it would come to a great peak, if
he continued.  He took the thickness of the erection past his
lips more quickly, filling himself with heat and firmness,
gradually finding some variation.  He swirled his head left and
right in a sort of corkscrew fashion, and tried shifting his
tongue rapidly against it.  This last motion seemed to be
extremely effective, for he felt two strong hands kneading his
shoulders.

"Gods," Darric whispered.  He could hold back no longer.  He
could do nothing, in fact, but drown beneath the devastating
waves of pleasure that rushed through him.

The hands on Merrin's shoulders tightened, and suddenly his
master thrust forward, shoving the cock deep into his mouth.  He
was overwhelmed at first, but then the length of flesh began to
twitch, and he held on tightly, milking it.  He realized that,
whatever was going to happen, whatever it had all been building
up to, was happening.

Darric was hunched over.  His abdomen was rippling with tensed
muscle, and his forearms corded with sinew as he flexed his paws.
"Gods... yesss... yes!!!" he hissed as he released his seed into
Merrin's virgin mouth.

Merrin was startled as the cock in his mouth spurted the first
jet of hot, creamy liquid onto his tongue.  It was thicker than
the precum, and tasted much stronger, more salty and bitter, but
he drank it down eagerly.  He slurped and suckled on the member
as it fired out its hot cum into him, taking as much as he could.
There was so much of it that it frightened him, but he was so
wildly excited by it that he didn't let it stop him.  Some ran
down the length of the shaft anyhow, escaping his lips.  Above
him, Darric emitted a series of loud, inarticulate grunts. He
sounded like some wild beast, moaning and bucking forward into
him.

Merrin kept on swallowing the juice until it ceased to blast out
from the cock.  It's wild throbbing relinquished, and it lay
still, still hard and throbbing.  Darric stopped moaning, and
simply let out low, soft sighs.  He stood fully erect again, and
gently placed his hands on Merrin's face, easing him off of his
hyper-sensitive maleness slowly and cautiously.

Merrin slipped off of Darric's cock and rubbed the excess wet
seed from his chin.  He gazed up at his teacher, pondering
whether he looked tired, sad, or just satisfied.  "Did I do a
good job?" he asked curiously.

As Darric gazed down at Merrin, his beautiful apprentice looking
up at him with those innocent, adoring eyes, he felt as if he
could weep with joy.  He felt so fulfilled, so -right-.  A
shining smile came to his lips.

"Yes, my beautiful, lovely Merrin, you did a perfect job."  He
reached down, and caressed the squirrel's cheek.  Quietly he sat
down next to him, and slid back to lay on the bed, head propped
up on a pillow.  Almost instantly Merrin slid into his arms.  He
lay down on his master's body, rested his head on the chest he
had longed for, and found comfort there.  They cuddled together
in silence for awhile. It was an exquisite silence, filled with
wistful thoughts, and lingering disbelief over what had just
happened.

"May I ask you a question?" Merrin said, breaking the silence
hesitantly.

Darric spoke with a tranquility deeper than Merrin had ever
heard.  "Certainly Merrin, ask me anything."

At first unsure how to phrase his thoughts, Merrin finally asked,
"Are we doing something... bad?  I mean, is it unusual for a
high-mage and his apprentice to have relations like this?"

Darric chuckled, and smiled at young Merrin, innocent Merrin,
caressing his cheek with the backs of his fingers lightly,
lovingly.  "Ah, child of magic, this is the way that some mages
take with their students.  You have loved me as a scholar,
admired my intelligence.  You have loved me as a father, for I
took you in when you were abandoned, and you respected me
unfailingly."  He paused, and gently eased Merrin off of him,
rolling the squirrel onto his back on the firm mattress.

He rolled over and lay atop him, propping himself up on one
elbow.  Softly he bent down and kissed Merrin's lips.  When he
spoke again, his voice was much softer tha before, little more
than a whisper.  "And now, you shall love me as a lover,
physically.

"Y-yes, sir," Merrin stammered.  "I love you so much, please show
me."

Darric kised the youth's lips again, savoring their warm, smooth
texture.  His lips grazed over Merrin's chin, and the hollow of
his throat.  His dexterous fingers parted Merrin's thin shirt,
and for the first time, he ran his palms over the smooth, silky
fur of his apprentice's thin chest.

He let out a sigh of utter joy.  Merrin was so beautiful, so
perfect!  None of his previous students (though there had not
been many) had ever excited him so much, or raised such passion
in his soul.  Merrin's heart beat rapidly inside of him, thudding
udner Darric's exploring palms.

Slowly, carefully, Darric opened the shirt, and pulled it back
off of Merrin's shoulders.  They were round, and beautiful.  He
kissed one.  The young squirrel gasped quietly.  Sometimes, when
the summer sun was particularly hot, he would remove his shirt,
but it had never been done in front of the high-mage, and never
under such circumstances!  He was acutely excited.  The cool air
which caressed him was replaced by the gentle touch of Darric's
muzzle, which kissed down the center of his chest, and worked
it's way over to his left nipple.

Merrin saw thousands of butterflies in his mind's eye.  Only now
he was one of those butterflies, emerging not only from the
cocoon of his clothing, but from the inhibition, the fear that
had trapped him within himself for so long.  He felt like he was
flying, soaring in the sky, free, and happy.

He had never given his nipples much thought-- they had always
just 'been there', simple nubs in his fur.  However, as his
master's lips sealed around one, and he felt something hot--
probably his tongue-- brush over it, he gasped again, as it
seemed to come to life.  He did not question the pleasure he
felt, but instead relished it, tilting his head back and stroking
Darric's long, fluffy ears.  He felt teeth nibbling on his tender
nipple, and he groaned.  A tingly sensation rushed through him,
far beyond his chest.  As Darric tugged and nipped at his nipple,
he felt his manhood, which had long since grown firm and hot,
throbbing in his pants.  He could not help fidgeting as the
thickness in his groin strained out at the fabric.

Darric smiled as he released Merrin's tight little bud.  He knew
how wonderfully pleasurable such a thing could be, and it
delighted him to show it to the young fox for the first time.  He
nuzzled down through the soft, downy fur of Merrin's tummy, and
listened with great satisfaction to the moan as he sliped his
tongue into the navel.

Merrin had a very insistent hard-on; Darric felt the groin of the
squirrel's pants rubbing against his chest. Gradually, reminding
himself to take things slowly, he rested a hand on the bulge in
Merrin's crotch.

"Uhhnnn... yes, yes, please touch me there..." Merrin
whispered heatedly.  Darric gently squeezed the firm length in
his palm, while he slid the waistband of Merrin's constricting
pants down with the other.  He placed both paws on Merrin's hips,
and pulled his pants down, until his cock sprang free.

Darric felt he had never seen such a beautiful thing in all his
life.  The member, which poked out of the silky grey sheathm was
perhaps six inches long.  With such perfect proportions he knew
he had to have it.  He looked up to see the lust-filled eyes of
his loving pupil watching him.  He decided that he wanted
Merrin's first memories of sex to be potent; he wanted him to
remember what a pleasurable experience a male could provide.  And
so, without hesitation, he took the maleness into his paw, and
began to lick over the tip with his warm tongue.

Merrin sighed as a sudden slick warmth was applied to his
sensitive member.  No one had ever touched him there before, and
the sudden warmth brought intense pleasure to his strained young
body.  It excited him wildly, to be touch in such an intimate
place.  Darric's muzzle slowly began to engulf him, and he
watched as his member gradually vanished into his teacher's
muzzle.  Darric's mouth was so warm on his swelled member, and
the slightest bit of friction felt so -good-!  His breathing
quickened, and he could actually hear his heart pounding in his
ears.  He found he could concentrate on little besides the mouth
which bobbed slowly up and down on him.  It was so perfectly
smooth inside his teacher's mouth-- he wondered why there were no
scratchings from the teeth, but the sensation was too good for
him to care.  All that mattered was the luxurious wetness which
slid over his cock, covering it up to the hilt.

The pleasure was unbelievable, and it was slowly building,
getting more intense.  He felt tensed all over, and as though a
great haze was clouding his senses.  His erection throbbed
rapidly and he could feel himself getting closer, his pleasure
mounting to some great climax, like the one his master had
experienced with him.  He realized he was going to shoot some
sort of liquid as well... only as he began doing it.

The pleasure seemed to overtake him, blazing past all previous
limits.  He cried out, and pressed his hips forward, driving
himself into the hot muzzle, unable to stop himself.  He felt the
incredible release as a hot stream rushed up his shaft, and fired
out of the tip.  Darric suckled hungrily on him then, and for a
moment Merrin feared he would pass out. He was breathing rapidly,
and felt euphoric, with so much pleasure rushing through him he
thought it would surely kill him. He grunted as he shot his seed
into his master's muzzle, all thoughts eroding away under the
incredible release.  His toes curled almost painfully, and some
muscle between his legs was spasming wildly, under his balls.

He felt Darric's tongue licking away the cum from his shaft, even
as the immense waves of firey passion died down and he began to
feel something like himself again.  He let out a deep sigh as his
orgasm drifted away, with some lingering pleasure as Darric
released his penis.  He lay there for a few minutes, panting
softly, with his arms spread out on the bed.  He watched Darric
sit up, and gaze down at him, eyes filled with burning love.

Merrin sat up with some effort, facing him.  Darric placed his
thumb on Merrin's lips, and began tracing them again.  They sat
there for a long time, several minutes, just looking at one
another.

"This is the way of the mage and the apprentice?" Merrin asked
softly, breaking the silence.

Darric nodded.  "Yes, young love."

"Th-- then I wish to learn all of my spells from you."

Darric did not respond with words; he simply took the small,
exquisite body of the apprentice into his arms, and held him
close, looking forward to the years they would spend together--
especially the moment Merrin realized that he could cast his
spells, that, by opening up his heart, he had released his magic
as well.  He had, in effect, escaped the cocoon and begun his
metamorphisis into an intricate, glorious new being, fully
capable of flying.


                          The End

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