This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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The white fox stood tall, fabric flapping around his body, though he wore long pants beneath, his cloak inscribed with runes of power. Between his paws, held a foot apart, he formed a fireball, crackling and spitting magical energy, hurling it at his opponent, a lean lizard who was no match for Sandor, his staff held proudly in his paw as a Summoner.
At the trial, set in a bare circle of ground, framed with wooden stands for spectators, he stood proudly, pulling at his magic. Sandor spoke softly, under his breath, allowing him to better frame his spell as the lower class members of the crowd cheered, enjoying the show even though they did not understand what his trial entailed. They were only there for the thrill of it, what break it gave them from their daily lives. They'd go home that night and talk about the strong, young fox mage with white fur, but they would not understand what he had cast there.
Sandor smiled faintly, however, enjoying the touch of his power as he swiped his staff from left to right, summoning a long, twisting length of vine. It undulated back and forth, yet there was no time at all for his lizard opponent to react as he sent it out, twisting around and around the lizard's legs even as he called on his own magic.
The lizard might have been a strong opponent, but he was still no match for Sandor, not after all his training, his study, as he brought another fireball, that one crackling with blue flames, to life, hurling it forth with a short, sharp cry. It would not hurt the lizard, not as he threw up a protective shield just in time, but it knocked him off his feet with a muffled curse, ending the bout.
"A splendid trial, Sandor."
Elder Ron, a wizened yet powerful beyond anyone's imaginings wolf, stepped forward, a smile behind the heavy, grey fur on his muzzle. Sandor took a moment, offering his paw to the lizard, who clasped it gladly, sharing their congratulations on the demonstration, even it if had been a trial to see, more specifically, just how far Sandor had progressed in his training.
"Your ability has come on tenfold, young one, greater than even mine was at your age," Elder Ron said with a nod, his expression growing more serious, his brows thick and heavy with greying-out fur. "But there is still much for you to learn, even if you have mastered two, completely opposing, types of magic: the magic of growth and plants and, of course, the tenacity of fire. Few master one and to bring two to such a level as this... Really, it is quite remarkable, and I have seen much in my time."
"Thank you, elder," Sandor said, respectfully bowing, his paws clasped together at his chest. "It has been an honour to train under your guidance and I hope to do so for many years more."
"Yes, I anticipate it eagerly too, for you and Aleixon too, of course," Elder Ron said, gesturing to the lizard, who practised different types of magic to Sandor: the perfect opponent for his trial. "However, there is something more you should know, especially when it comes to restoring your mana, the life force of all magic."
Elder Ron shot him a wink as if he was imparting something that was secret and scandalous, but was, in fact, something that all mages would have to learn sooner or later.
"Here... In times of need, your own body can provide a source of manner and aid you in creating a potion. I will include the recipe with the scrolls sent to you this coming evening, but the strongest form of mana, made from your own body, comes from your semen. As a means of restoring mana swiftly, it may even be sold to other mages and will provide you with another source of coin during your journey."
Sandor blushed heavily and nodded, though it was something that he had not thought, not before, could be as productive as Elder Ron said it was. Perhaps he should have given it more attention before?
But that was of no matter as Elder Ron continued, his paws clasped behind his back as the wolf grew more serious again. He'd always been one to switch back and forth like that, as if he did not truly know which track to go down, two opposing parts of his personality colliding.
"Now... We must continue your studies, young one. You must travel south now, far off, far beyond the barren lands, to collect a herb. A diagram will be provided yet this herb is so rare that it does not even have a name and the way there will be perilous. Being as rare as it is, adventurers and travellers will pay an exceptionally high price for this herb when brewed into a potion to restore health and heal even the most desperate of wounds -- far stronger than what we grow in the gardens here, even when of the exotic variety."
Elder Ron smiled more gently, though the quest was set.
"This is your quest, to retrieve this herb for the next stage of your mage training. Profits from the potion brewed, of course, will be split with you and the remainder going into the furthering of our mage school and housing, the preservation of magic."
"Of course, elder."
Sandor bowed shortly, his white fur bristling to have another quest. Yet being so far away, even if it would be quite a trek, meant that he could spend more time with one that had become closer to him than anyone could have imagined.
"Do you require a centaur to use as a mount?" Elder Ron questioned, leaning heavily upon his own staff. "We have many fine centaurs staying in our accommodation at this time, seeking work in the field."
"No, elder," Sandor said with a smile. "I already have my assistant, Alyssa, a doe-taur: she will be more than sufficient to carry all that I need."
And much more than that too -- but Sandor had not yet decided how he was going to reveal everything about the two of them to the town at large, those that knew him and those that knew Alyssa too. It had to come out eventually, even if many would not understand how such a relationship between them could ever have blossomed -- yet he was not there to please them and neither was Alyssa.
He rushed back to his small, simple abode, but the only one that he wanted to see was tucked inside, the doe-taur who was so kind as to keep his home as he liked it while he was training and studying, all while assisting him on his quests too. He swung open the door with a flourish, his lips already breaking into a wide smile that should really have betrayed the true nature of their relationship. If anyone had seen, that was.
"Master! You have returned!"
It was merely his formal title, as a mage, but he was so much more than her master, the doe-taur, Alyssa, waiting until the door closed before throwing her arms around him. She had grown up in the household of his family, merchants with enough money to be comfortable, a playmate when young while her mother worked for his family, but he had always treated her as an equal, not as an underling.
It was natural that their relationship had bloomed, Sandor stealing a quick kiss from her lips while she giggled and blushed sweetly, hushing him about being discreet when others did not yet know what the lure of their relationship truly was. It had grown, slowly, her falling in love with him, not wanting to say anything, even as her mother moved on and she took care of his family instead, doing all that was needed in their home. But where she had thought that her species would be too much of a barrier, along with her lower class, for Sandor to ever feel the same for her, the fox had surprised her by confessing his feelings first.
And that was how the dainty doe-taur with soft, brown fur and white speckled spots over her hindquarters came to be. Her human torso was similar to that of an elf, light and fine, though she did not have the pointed ears of one. Her ears were larger, shaped like those of a deer with the fur to cover them too, her blue-green hair spilling down between them in a fall of curls. Although Alyssa did not usually wear anything on her deer half, as a doe-taur, she always ensured that her breasts were covered adequately in the human and anthro fashion, though it would not have been such a misdemeanour amongst the deer-taurs where she came from.
He told her of his quest, holding her hands in his soft paws, though they were hand-like too, tipped with short claws rather than her nails, Alyssa's tail twitching inquisitively the whole time. Of course, she would go with her boyfriend and her master (as a mage only) wherever his work took him, keen to get going as she bustled around, preparing for the journey.
They would leave in the morning, but the night offered a chance for her to pack supplies, ensure they had enough food, stopping Sandor from helping her too much.
"Master!" She batted his paws playfully away, though there was always an edge of heat in her cheeks when she tried to exert any assertiveness with him, as if it was not quite her place to do so. "You need to rest. Sleep now, then we will be better placed to strike off on the quest for this herb come morning."
In the end, she had had to curl up with him in his bed, the shutters drawn taut and firm over the windows to ensure their privacy, just to get him to rest. It was not a secret that either liked to hide, but Alyssa didn't want to cause any trouble for Sandor, wanting to see him go from one strength to the next in his mage training.
The next morning, she smiled as he buckled on the leather packs, slung on either side of Alyssa's body. She was small, but she was strong -- more than strong enough to carry everything that they would need, for she would hunt and forage for them along the way too. Sandor, of course, would insist on helping her, but that was just another example of how the relationship between them had developed, equal partners in it even though she was the one who wanted to make sure, too much of the time, that the fox was taken care of to the exclusion of all else. But Sandor would never allow Alyssa to forget about herself and her wellbeing.
It was one way in which, softly so, they complemented each other, helping each other, even if their relationship would change and develop naturally as they spent more time together. It was the way of it and all that it was supposed to be, for they could not forget and shed the shackles of where they had come from.
But they could learn to work with them, finding ways, every day, to make them lighter, to better understand each other, even if they did come from different worlds.
Out away from the town, they didn't have to pretend to be only a mage and his assistant, the doe-taur publicly seen as someone who managed his house so that he could study. Someone of his station in life, after all, didn't need to trouble himself with menial work, though it was, admittedly, the kind of thing that Alyssa enjoyed a lot of the time anyway. She liked the quiet of it, even if she would have liked to be around Sandor even more.
