Azure Knot [COMMISSION]

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#4 of Commissions

It was supposed to be a simple game of espionage, but Tarath the Illusionist gets more than he bargained for when he teams up with another spy to infiltrate a party held at the Duke's castle.

Only to find out that the chemical weapon they're looking for is not quite what is seems...

This is an anonymous commission I received! I hope to work together with the commissioner again one day, it was a lot of fun to write their characters!


Azure Knot

Ivory dice rattled across the ale-soaked wooden table. A fair mixture of species from all over were huddled around, silent as Lady Fate made her decision.

"Three!" I held up three of my fingers. "I win again!"

The crowd groaned. I could practically feel my violet eyes twinkle as I wrapped my arms around the stack of coins, sweeping them towards my chest, "Care to play again?"

"Why don't you go shove those antlers of yers up yer arse!?" a particularly angry red fox leaned across the table and snarled. "Yer a no good cheat!"

"Oh?" I stood up and rubbed one of the short antlers sticking out of my head. "You wound me, fox! I dare you to inspect the dice and if you still insist on calling me a cheat..."

With a flick of my paw, a chill washed across the table and snowflakes danced around my pink paw-pads.

"I shall demand satisfaction."

The fox's hackles raised and his snout scrunched up, but I couldn't help but notice his tail tucked between his legs.

"Not fucking fair," the fox grumbled before leaving the table and sitting at the bar with a pout.

"Now then, does anyone else care to play again?" I rubbed my jaw, where a violet stripe of fur slashed across a field of white.

Without so much as a whisper, the crowd dispersed and I was soon all by my lonesome, save for my winnings, dice, and a tankard of ale.

Damn, oh well. I've made a fair haul today. More than enough to bribe the guards at least.

Lifting the wooden tanked to my lips, I took a deep gulp of ale. The Allorican Duchy made damned good ale, I noted, far more carbonated than ones back home and with a hint of some kind of floral note to it. I cursed the fact that I wouldn't get paid until I returned home, otherwise I would have bought a cask for myself as a souvenir.

As I lowered the tankard, I noticed a light brown rabbit sitting across my table. He was slim for the most part. He brushed one of his long, floppy ears away from his face and swirled a cup of wine with a wry grin.

"Care to roll?" I asked, grinning back. I tapped one of my claws atop a gold coin. "Careful, I'm quite lucky today."

"Only a fool rolls dice with an illusionist," the rabbit whispered with a chuckle. His green eyes twinkled in the candlelight. "And I am no fool."

A jolt ran down my spine and I couldn't help but look behind the rabbit at the fox I had quarreled with. Thankfully he was too busy sobbing into a cup of booze to hear the rabbit's accusation.

Two sharp thumps rang out under the table and I looked under to find the rabbit tapping a shiny pair of brown leather boots against the floor. His hips and rear were a lot more thickly proportioned than his top but before I could admire his looks, I noticed his paw.

He was holding three fingers up.

I lifted myself above the table and the rabbit raised his paw.

"Three!" he exclaimed, pointing his fingers at me. "I saw you making the calls under the table."

"Ah, a mere habit of mine when making bets. A good luck charm, if you please."

The rabbit lifted his brow and winked, "You think so little of me? That I'd believe that?"

"I don't know you at all."

"Landis of Bomor," the rabbit swirled his cup.

"Tarath."

"Yes, your name precedes you!" Landis pushed his cup forward. The wine inside was clear with a slight tinge of pale yellow. "White wine is better chilled. Do you mind?

"Ah, am I your servant now?"

"If it pleases you to think of yourself that way. Who am I to deny a man what makes his trousers grow tight?"

"My magic is not a toy," I grumbled.

"You gave quite a different impression earlier!"

Sighing with defeat, I waved my paw around and concentrated. Once again, a chill wind swept across my paw and I grasped the cup for a good minute.

Once the chill had left my paw, I released the cup and the rabbit picked it up.

"Well done," Landis took a sip and smacked his lips. "Perfect temperature. Were you a sommelier before taking up espionage?"

"Espionage?" I shook my head. "I'm merely here on vacation for the Barley Festival."

"A very rational thing to do while Allorica and Bomor are threatening war over some copper mines and a few horse ranches."

"I'm a citizen of neither," I grinned.

"Once your contract is finished, that is," the rabbit smiled knowingly. "You're not the only adventurer Bomor hired, why don't we pool our resources and split the prize?"

Snorting, I flipped one of the coins into the air and snatched it. There was no point in denying my contract at this point and if the rabbit was a counter-spy he would have already attempted to get rid of me. "I've got all the coin I need to do the job. What do you have?"

"My roguishly handsome looks," Landis winked.

I couldn't deny him that.

"Of course you have that in spades yourself," the rabbit continued, leaning back in his chair. "But no one ever suspects a rabbit."

"But wolves have such trustworthy smiles," I leaned forward and grinned, baring my fangs inches away from the rabbit's face.

Landis pressed his small nose up against mine without so much as a hint of fear or hesitation. Rubbing his face along the side of my muzzle, he leaned into my ear.

"Are you wanting to do the job or do me?"

A small paw began rubbing my antlers. My nerves sighed with relief from the little massage and felt my skin burn.

This rabbit was dangerous.

And that excited me.

"Job now," I cleared my throat and gently pulled back from Landis.

My paws shook as I put a sip of ale.

"After that, we'll see."

I had not expected to spend the beginning of my quest at a clothing store, but Landis proposed a more meticulous plan that I could not help but agree with.

Though I could not help but balk at walking down the road to the city's castle wearing a purple shirt with puffy sleeves, attracting far too much attention from the drunken revelers of the fair attendees.

"I look like a clown," I muttered.

"Nonsense!" Landis lifted his snout and adjusted the brass monocle resting atop his right eye. "This is the height of Allorican fashion five years ago!"

"Five years ago?" the silk cap atop my brow snagged on my antlers in a most uncomfortable way and I reached up to adjust it. "I thought you said this would get us in!?"

"We're provincial nobles who have fallen upon hard times, they'll have enough pity to let us in in accordance with our rights," Landis stopped, tugging at the frilly black collar of his doublet. "I guarantee you, buying these second-hand outfits will be far cheaper and less dangerous than bribing the guards!"

"Well, I also have my illusions," I twiddled my fingers. "I would have charmed them had they refused the initial offer."

Landis suddenly pinched the base of my tail and I yelped. "Sorry, I just had to make sure this wolf before me wasn't an illusion. Guess you're just naturally handsome, sorry, your illusion magic still doesn't impress me."

Sniffing haughtily, I took a long step forward and slapped him in the face with my tail playfully. No doubt this would have devolved into some foolish horseplay, but instead we were presented with more literal horses as the metal, latticed gates of the castle approached.

"Names and ranks?" one of the guards, a brown horse who looked like he was suffering from a fatal case of boredom, spoke as he lifted the metal visor from his helmet and leaned against his spear.

I let Landis take the lead.

"Baron-"

"CHEAT!"

My ears flicked before I turned around. That damned fox from the pub had followed us and I didn't need to so much as sniff my nose to tell he reeked of booze.

"T-that puffy-pants there?" the fox stumbled against the stone fence leading to the gate, nearly falling into the moat below. "He's a no good dice CHEAT! I w-want my money back! He stole it from me at the Knot and Barb!"

The other horse guard, a younger looking one with white fur, peered over at the brown one who addressed us more directly. He was waiting for an order from his superior who looked very unimpressed and very, very much annoyed at the ruckus.

"Oh, please!" I gasped dramatically while whispering a charm under my breath. "Get that awful fox away from us! We have suffered so much already!"

The brown horse's expression did not shift and there was not so much as a twinkle in his eye indicating he had fallen for my charm. He had a damned powerful mental shield, he was wasted as a guard.

Whether he fell for my charm or was just more willing to take our side, he eventually ordered his younger compassion to escort the fox away.

The white horse lifted the fox by the scruff like he was a newborn kitten and walked him back into town while the fox bellowed all the way.

"Times are hard for us, you see?" I sighed wistfully, gazing at the setting sun. "We had to take a loan merely to make the voyage to the festivities and had to lodge at a mere dive! Indeed, I gambled with that ruffian, but I won the money fair and square!"

The guard nodded.

"Can you do me a favor? Please, don't mention this to anyone!" I whispered, carefully passing the horse a few gold coins. "Our dignity is held on by a mere thread, it would be the death of us if it were to be made public!"

"Your secret is safe with me," the horse thumped the butt of his spear into the ground. "Open the gate!"

The metal gates slowly creaked up and we slipped under them the moment they were raised high enough.

"I shall not forget your kindness, sir!" I smiled back and bowed before heading towards the staircase leading up towards the sounds of festivities within.

Picking up one of Landis' ears, I whispered, "I still had to bribe him."

"Yes, but we're inside as normal guests now," Landis hushed back. "And your improvisation skipped us giving our fake titles, good job!"

"What did you think of my illusion? Did I charm that horse or what?"

"You charmed him with words, not magic. Take the compliment but don't extend it."

"You're so mean!"

With a quick ascent of the staircase, we were bombarded with a pleasant assault on the senses. Colorful banners and streamers, all belonging to different visiting noble houses, waved pleasantly in the mild wind that broke past the castle walls. Delectable food ranging from heavily salted cheeses to savory and spicy meats danced through my nose and across my tongue.

And one could not forget the nobles themselves. The vain fools dressed in bright, silk outfits embroidered with the symbols of their houses. It would seem that the current fashion was a tight fit with gilded and highly visible seams; our failure to abide by modern fashion got us several judging stares the moment we entered followed by guffaws and chortles that were muted, but only enough so that you could just barely hear them. However, if you were to accuse someone of being a jerk they would feign ignorance and that you must be hearing things.

Yes, I admit, I'm not a fan of events such as these. Give me the food and the drink, but I would pass on the company under normal circumstances!

Thankfully, I was getting paid very well to make up for the annoyance, even after splitting it with Landis.

"And now we mingle?" I asked.

"Indubitably!"

Landis' normally floppy ears went erect as he filtered through the crowd, eavesdropping in plain sight as his ears darted around in all directions.

I tried to do the same but was distracted by a morsel on the first banquet table.

A stack of Halvenian Blue Shrimp. Absolutely vile to eat but they were rare and thus they simply must be served. They also emitted a fine poison gas when fermented.

Peering around, I made sure no one was looking and scooped them all up and slipped them past the buttons on my shirt into a hidden pouch. They'd fetch a fine price on the market.

"Son of a bitch!"

A sharp voice hissed behind me and I turned around, cocking my brow. An ermine reeking of potions was edging close to me, his tail puffed up in agitation.

"Look, wolf," the stoat hissed, "I need to pinch a few of those for a project for the Duke, something very important and very underfunded. He wants it done without giving me the proper resources."

"Oh?"

Taking a step forward, the short mustelid poked his snout straight in my face, "If you don't give them to me I'll tell the Seneschal that you're stealing food!"

"Fine, fine!" I slipped the pouch out from the inside of my doublet and casually dangled it above the weasel. "What kind of project anyway?"

"Something that will make Bomor quake with fear."

Sensing no alternative, I handed the weasel my pouch and let him leave. He weaved through the crowd, his snow-white coat sticking out like a sore thumb. I kept my eye on him until he slipped through a door at the bottom of a tower on the other side of the courtyard flanked by two wolves.

"Sounds like trouble."

I jumped, facing Landis who had silently crept to my side. Clearing my throat awkwardly, I patted down my puffed up fur.

"I'll say," I muttered, casually walking along the banquet table with Landis. "There's only one thing I know Halvenian Blue Shrimp is used for aside from rich fool's plates and that's-"

"Poison gas. Bluebane."

I nodded.

"Looks like Bomor's suspicions were correct," Landis lifted his monocle from his eye and wiped it. There was no treaty forbidding the use of such a weapon in war but any strategist worth his salt would know that it's dangerous and dependent on the whims of wind. But the question was, was the Duke of Allorica a strategist worth any salt? "shall we dig deeper?"

"Lead the way."

Grabbing two goblets of wine from a server, I passed one to my lapine friend who sipped at it delicately before licking red droplets from his lips.

As I slowly drank from my own goblet, I tried to think up a plan. Sadly, being a wolf myself, the guards to the tower would be very accustomed to wolven scent and deception. It is extremely difficult to focus on multiple senses when conjuring up an illusion, the more you try to deceive people with the harder it is to make it convincing.

Charming them was the better option, I figured. No doubt at a party full of hedonistic nobles, the wolves had smelled more than a few erogenous odors that would have made their greaves squeeze. Luckily for me, I always kept a potion of she-wolf pheromones at hand whenever I needed to make wolves think with the brain sheathed between their legs.

Slipping the bottle out of yet another concealed pouch, I stood behind a tree and uncorked the bottle. Just as I dabbed a bit on my neck, I noticed a confounding bit of detail.

The wolves standing before the door were clad in blackened steel armor with silver engravings in the chest-plate depicting a copial knot alone in a field of black. These were eunuch soldiers contracted from the snowy mountains of Kartal. They were disciplined, dangerous, and worst of all immune to desires of the flesh.

Frowning, I felt hot air brush against the side of my neck along with loud snuffling. Twisting my paw, I placed a glamor on my face and turned.

"AHHHH!" the brown dog screamed and retreated upon seeing what I like to call my morning face. A snout twisted violently to the side, bald patches of fur with oozing sores, and a festering empty eye-socket.

Chuckling, I dispelled the illusion and turned to my partner with a smile.

"Come on now," I shook my head upon seeing the rabbit still frowning, "that was a good one, you have to admit!"

"Passable, yes," Landis sniffed. "Let's go with that, shall we?"

I sighed, "Unpleasable..."

"Standards, dear wolf, standards!" Landis took a long step forward. "Look natural, you're among folks with far greater standards than I!"

Putting the glass away, I returned to my thoughts. The eunuchs weren't known for being idiots and although I trusted my magic, I also knew that fooling a disciplined wolf wasn't easy.

My eye darted to the left and upon seeing orange fur, I darted to the right behind another tear. Landis looked a bit confused but quietly swiveled around to join me.

Sitting alone at a table was someone from my past, a good year ago I figured. Baron Ionis of Lacrete, a tiger who despite being a year older than me had the youthful vigor and sexual appetite of a horny young man who just came of age. I had infiltrated his manor so as to steal back an emerald bracelet he failed to keep up with the payments on. I may have kept him company in bed a few nights on the mission and though he was not the sharpest knife in the drawer, no doubt he linked his bracelet going missing along with the handsome new servant wolf with antlers on his head vanishing.

Ionis was distracted with a heavy tankard of alcohol and when he wasn't during that, his nose and eyes were wandering around, checking out the sights and smells of various noblemen and women's rears.

He was certainly an ass man, I remember that well. His orders growled in my ear as I presented my naked rear towards him...

I smiled.

"You're gonna love this next trick!"

Breathing in, I tightened my throat and growled lower and lower until the pitch matched what I remembered from those evenings with Ionis. I imagined the words in my head, repeating them over and over, keeping my eye on the folks parading by the tiger.

A perfect couple came by, arms linked together. Both were lions, young and prone to foolishness no doubt. I focused on the tiger, imagining energy flowing from where he was sitting and wanted for his wandering eye to catch a peek at the lioness' rear.

"Nice ass, whore!"

Ionis nearly jumped at the sound of his own voice echoing around him. The lion turned around with a start towards him, roaring loud enough to drown out the orchestra. The lioness was no slouch herself, standing by her mate's side with her teeth bared.

Landis was holding his paw across his mouth, trying desperately not to laugh. I took that as a sign that I had reached his lofty standards of excellence.

"Wait! No, I-"

There was a crashing of wood and I turned to see Ionis on his back amidst the ruins of the table he was at. He struggled to his feet, unsheathing his claws and snarling back at the mated pair as they loomed closer.

I caught sight of a blur of black and silver in the corner of my eye. The eunuch guards were on the move and in their desperation to restore order at the party, they had abandoned their posts.

"Hurry!" I whispered and darted out from behind the tree.

Landis followed behind and we quickly reached the door, opening it up and slipping inside while the wolves were busy trying to separate the two feuding parties.

We entered into a tiny little atrium with not much more than a doorway leading to a corkscrew staircase spiraling up and down. The room was deathly silent, the heavy wooden doors having muffled all but a few stray noises from the party.

"Up or down?" I asked in a low whisper.

"Alchemical labs with malicious intent tend to be in the basement in stories," Landis once again perked up his floppy ears and listened around.

"Stories generally don't consider fume ventilation during accidents."

Sighing, I got down on my knees and leaned forward until my nose was just above the stone floor.

"Liking what I'm seeing here," Landis chuckled before patting me on the rear.

I couldn't help but wag my tail, much to my embarrassment.

Sniffing, I caught traces of old spills. Sulfur powder, wine, quicksilver. There was a clear pattern of old odors pointing in one direction.

"You were right," I sighed and crawled to my feet. "Downstairs."

"Sometimes the cliches of stories exist for a reason," Landis replied with a hint of smugness. The monocle across his eye did not help.

The air grew cool and damp as we descended the staircase. Only a few torches lit the dark tunnel, making it clear that inadequate lighting was the reason for so many spills on the floor.

This is a shoddy operation. Maybe we should just let them make their gas? Seems like they'd be more of a danger to themselves than others.

But I couldn't let my assumptions dissuade me from giving Bomor their money's worth. Even if the Duke's alchemist only had a fraction of a chance to deliver this to the battlefield, I could not assume he would fail. I had a reputation to uphold.

A little alcove before a dark oaken door greeted us at the bottom. Landis crept up to it and pressed his ear up against it. It only took a second of him listening for him to suddenly motion towards the wall and press his finger to his lips.

I took the hint and slid up against the wall, pressing my back up against it as Landis joined me. The door creaked open, covering us in shadows while I got a glimpse of a white tail trailing up the staircase along with the scent of the stoat who pestered me earlier.

Catching the door just before it closed, Landis cupped his palm around his ear, listening. He tapped his fingers together to the beat of the echoing footsteps winding up the staircase and continued doing so long after I could no longer hear them.

Eventually, Landis turned to me and nodded before opening up the door. I emerged from the corner and slipped inside with him.

A shameful excuse for a laboratory greeted us. It had plenty of equipment, more than the average lay-alchemist, with more alembics, burners, and stills than I possibly cared to count. They were, however, in terrible shape. The metal parts were badly rusted and the glass was either grimy or cracked.

Despite the poor state of things, there were potions of various colors. Whether red, blue, or green, they were glowing with a vibrant hue that matched the stains on the tables below them. My nose caught a whiff of sulfur from the left and I saw a flask that had brown acid dripping from its bottom into a burned-out hole in the table.

"Be careful," I pointed towards the acid. "This place is dangerous and you don't have to be a trained alchemist to know it."

"Indeed," Landis raised a brow as we passed a burner whose blue flame had been left on and unattended. "Careless, but at least we know that a random spark won't blow the place sky-high."

"Small miracles."

I frowned at a potion the same color as the stripe on my jaw. It reeked of musk and pheromones. It wouldn't be a noble party without someone trying to slip a love potion into someone's drink.

I scooped up a cup of borax and poured it into the slightly acidic potion. A heavy rush of bubbles poured out from the spout, turning the potion into a harmless flask of nothing. Even if the victim was the worst noble imaginable, I figured they didn't deserve to have that trick played on them. I have my limits for trickery and illusions.

Continuing on, I caught a whiff of the shrimp from before and my nose tracked it to a small dab of blue paste on the ground. On the table above it was a glowing blue potion gently resting in a glass tube atop a metal cooling rack with a cork stopped into it. In a rare display of workplace safety, this had been labeled with a message warning that it was a potentially dangerous gas.

It looked like Bluebane, that was for sure, but something did not quite add up. Fermentation could not be achieved this quickly, but perhaps the stoat had a previous batch cooking up and just needed a bit more?

Regardless, this would be more than enough for my mission.

Slipping on a pair of leather gloves, I reached forward and gently pinched the test-tube. I could feel the heat warm my gloves as I slowly lifted it out of the cooling rack.

Suddenly, it slipped between my fingers and shot into the air. The damned tube was covered in some kind of lubricant!

Landis dove across the room while I was stuck frozen for a few seconds staring at the dangerous chemical flipping in the air. Only when it began its descent did I finally regain my wits and charge out.

"Hurry!" Landis cried and opened the door.

I heard glass shattered behind me. My sharp nose caught a whiff of something oddly pleasant, like fresh flowers on a spring morning.

But many poisons in this world smelled pleasant, so I dashed towards the door and dove out, Landis shutting it behind us.

Panting, Landis spoke, "You okay?"

"Yeah, I think..."

Something felt odd. I wrote it off as me just imagining things, but there was no doubt I inhaled a bit of the gas thanks to my damned wolven nose, though surely just a single whiff was not enough for Bluebane to kill me.

However I could not deny I felt weird. Blood rushed from my head and I began to feel a bit faint.

"Let's get out of here," I whispered and began walking up the stairs, arm resting on the wall.

"Good idea," Landis replied. "We've really fucked up their lab. That's really gonna put an end to the party."

For a moment, the strange feeling faded and I was able to put my mind back on the mission.

Emphasis on _moment_though, for when we left the staircase and were on the way to the entrance, I was wracked by fatigue and had to stop. Panting, I leaned against the wall while my head spun and I felt like I was going to pass out.

Once again, the feeling faded and my energy returned, but I felt a growing tightness in my sheath. At first, I assumed I just had a random erection much like any other wolf in his prime, but I did not feel an ounce of arousal yet.

"Hold on," I grunted, reaching into the puffy pants Landis had made me wear. My sheath was practically swollen, I peeled it away to allow my cock some freedom.

My cock burst free from my sheath in an instant, the tip violently pressing against the inside of my pants.

"Are you okay?"

Grunting, I tried to adjust my pants to make it more comfortable, but it was in vain. There was no question about it, my paw felt my cock growing and it was already larger than any erection I'd had in my life.

"Shit!" I cursed, tearing off my pants before they grew too big to contain my penis.

Landis whistled, his eyes as wide as saucers.

Looking down, I found myself shocked to see a bright blue log resting atop my paw. It was as hard as oak and covered in thick, pulsing veins. My balls were also much larger than before, but thanks to my white fur covering it, the jury was still out on whether they were similarly colored.

"I bet those horses at the front gate would be jealous," Landis chuckled.

"This isn't..." I gasped as the cock shuddered and expanded another inch, "...this is bad."

"Indeed," Landis rubbed his chin, "we should have used it back at the inn."

"We need to get out of here before..." my cock throbbed, I was starting to feel arousal, despite the monstrous appearance of it.

"That's going to be a bit difficult with that," Landis nodded at the stairs, "might as well hide upstairs, see if it goes away."

"Alright."

Walking was extremely awkward. The cock continued to grow and although it maintained its wolven shape, it was now wide and long enough to, as Landis said, make a horse jealous. Indeed, I had a good memory for reference: I had laid with a very well-endowed horse Khan of the Western Steppes, who held me captive after a mission that didn't quite work out until the Guild paid my ransom. Really now, it was more of a vacation than a captivity, one that might have never ended if the ransom was not paid. But regardless if I met that Khan again, I could safely say now that, "Mine's bigger."

Jokes like that did nothing to make me feel at ease. I was practically waddling up the stairs now and I truly had no idea when the growth would stop. As someone who had dabbled in alchemy and the sciences, I knew that erections were formed by diverting blood from other parts of the body and if this continued to grow...

So help me, I would never survive the sheer shame of dying like this in the afterlife!

Landis darted past me and scouted ahead. I was now using both paws to keep the cock rested and prevent it from knocking me off-balance. This had the effect of making my swollen balls feel like an anchor weighing me down, but I could not divide my paws effectively between shaft and balls anymore.

"In here!" Landis hissed.

Speeding up my waddle, I reached the final stair and entered a door Landis held open.

Without even looking around, I plopped down on a couch by the door that was covered in silk pillows with gold tassels on its corners. Sighing, I let my azure cock lay down against my chest and over my shoulder.

"I think it's stopped growing finally," I groaned, touching the shaft of it gently. "No idea how we're gonna fix this."

"We might be in the right room for that," said Landis.

I ignored my cock for a moment and looked around the room. Chains of gold and silver dangled from the ceiling above tables and racks with torture devices of various shapes and forms. Whips lined a rack hanging from the wall along with handcuffs. Metal bars ran along the far side, blocking off access to a large bed covered in silk blankets.

Normally a torture chamber would smell of dried blood and other such unpleasant odors, but my nose only caught a small trace of that. This was more of a recreational dungeon.

It would seem we stumbled across the Duke of Allorica's secret fetish. Not an unusual one held by those in power, in my experiences it was just as common if not even more so than a desire to dominate those viewed as weaker among them. I've infiltrated my share of noble households and consider myself quite the source on the matter.

"Damn," I covered my eyes in shame. "If the guild ever found out about this..."

"Hm," Landis muttered as he rummaged through some papers on one of the tables, "think I found something."

He picked up a piece of paper that had a crude drawing of a very tall and muscular fox planting a bright blue cock on a large table while a crowd of nobles in Bomorian outfits gasped in shock while one lifted his tail to expose his rear in submission.

"Are you kidding me?" I groaned.

"Seems that this is Allorica's plan to intimidate Bomor," Landis snorted and slipped the paper into his pocket. "No toxic gas just...this..."

"Great," I growled, "now how the hell are we gonna fix this?"

"By experimenting."

"What do you mean?"

Landis took off his monocle and placed it on a table, "Tarath, have you ever gotten blue-balls before? How do you cure it?"

"You..." I looked over at the massive blue sausage laying across my chest, "...I don't think I'm in the mood for that."

"Then we'll just have to fix that."

With a kick of his feet, Landis dashed forward like a bolt of lightning. Before I could react, I felt cold metal around my wrist and a mechanical click.

"Caught you," Landis smiled as I tried to move, only to find cuffs around my wrist, a chain running to the couch. "Now let's see if we can get you aroused."

"Come on, this isn't..."

"We were going to fuck after the mission, were we not?" Landis scratched me under the chin. "Or did I read your body language wrong?"

I blushed, "Yeah, we were..."

"So we're moving that ahead of schedule," Landis undid his belt and let his trousers fall to the ground. His cock was veiny, with a round head. "Before we get caught and get locked up in this room for real."

My lips frowned, "No, this is just too humiliating, I can't..."

He shifted closer, running his erect shaft across my nose. The smell of his musk was intoxicating. While I was distracted with his cock, I felt his palm grip my balls, gently lifting them as if he were a merchant weighing his wares.

"Lick," he ordered as if he were the Duke of the castle himself and I were his servant.

I was taken aback by this surge of dominance from Landis and froze at first. Sensing my hesitation, he turned around and smiled at me.

"Come on," he showed off his round rear and slapped it. "You know you want it."

He gave it another slap which was downright hypnotic. I couldn't lie, the cuffs and the sudden display of the rabbit's rear sent a twinge of arousal through my now-massive cock. God that ass of his looked sweet, so thick and developed compared to the rest of his body. I wanted it.

I leaned up and Landis spun around, once more presenting his cock, and pressed my lips towards his tip, letting the first droplets of pre-cum glide across my mouth before slipping my tongue out.

Landis moaned as I ran my smooth tongue across the bottom of his cock. Wolves such as myself were quite sensitive to taste and smell, and this rabbit tasted like pure sex. Raw and animalistic, a stunning contrast to how well-spoken and refined he was on the surface.

"That's good," Landis groaned, patting my head and antlers through the cap I was wearing. "Fuck..."

I let his cock slip past my lips and run across the length of my tongue. Landis was thrusting his hips now and I could feel his cock shuddering as it fucked my mouth.

My own was also giddy with arousal, but it wasn't quite working for me. No doubt I enjoyed sucking Landis' cock but I felt like the rabbit would be done before I would be anywhere close to orgasm.

And I felt more like being the one in charge tonight.

When Landis opened his green eyes, I showed him my paw, now free of its constraints and wiggled my fingers with a smile.

Before Landis could react, I pushed him onto his back on the couch. Landis was rubbing his cock with his thighs while he pretended to be afraid of me, quivering against the end of the couch.

"Oh nooooo," Landis giggled, "I'll let you do whatever you want with me."

"Good," I growled, baring my fangs inches away from his face while running my colossal cock along his chest.

"How did you escape from the cuffs anyway," Landis whispered, unfazed by my teeth.

"Magic, of course."

Landis reached around and swatted me on the ass, forcing me to yelp like a startled dog.

"Seriously, how?" Landis continued.

"I told you, ma-"

I grabbed his wrist before he could spank me again and pinned him down, growling in his face before giving him a lick across the cheek.

"Nice try," I laughed evilly. "You're mine now."

"How could I argue with that?"

Due to my current circumstances, penetration just was not an option. I ran my cock along the rabbit's chest, his velvety short fur tickling my head and head as I brushed past it.

Landis wasn't lying, there was an undeniable sexual tension between us. It was a relief to finally have that itch scratched after a long day.

"Ahhhh," I moaned, gritting my teeth.

Landis was helpless to resist under the weight of my cock and balls. He began to lick at the shaft and head, sighing with raw desire.

"It tastes like blueberries, you know?" he suddenly whispered.

"Shut up!" I planted my paw across his mouth, muffling his chuckles. I, myself, was suppressing laughter, I had to admit.

Wrapping his arms and legs around the cock, Landis squeezed tightly, forming a makeshift hole for me to fuck. My skin felt flush and I began to pant, my tongue lolling out as a trail of saliva ran down my chin.

Once again, the cock began to grow, but just at the base. Even with this curse, my copial knot still had its demands. Landis shifted his hips down just below the knot, tricking my cock into thinking it was tied.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Cum suddenly jetted out from my cock in enormous spurts, shooting across the room and covering the wall and floor behind Landis with white splatters. The rabbit laughed until he caught one such blast across his cheek.

When the throes of orgasm were winding down, I noticed my cock and balls had shrunk to a more manageable size and natural color. It was still far larger and bluer than it had any right to be though, but the lack of additional weight made things a bit more comfortable.

I was not ready to quit just yet though. Desire still throbbed within the length of my cock and my knot was still there, showing no signs of deflating.

I reached into my hidden pockets once more and retrieved another bottle. Uncorking it, I poured a watery lubricant all along my cock.

"You're not serious, are you?" Landis gasped.

"You'd better believe it."

"Do it."

Landis raised his legs, showing off his thick rear and short tail. This was pushing it, but the rabbit clearly had some experience, so I indulged him.

Lining up the tip of my cock, I teased the rim of his butt and circled it, spreading cum and lubricant around it. Landis clenched his feet and his cock stood to attention, already in joyous agony from my erotic assault before it even began.

Slowly, I entered his rear, the rabbit being far looser than I expected for one of his species, though still plenty tight for my liking.

The pressure and pleasure of Landis' rear had an unusual effect on me, forcing a small howl out of my throat as my knot slapped up against his rear. Not very dignified or stealthy of me, considering the mission, but I was stuck in the heat of the moment.

I began to pull back, but Landis suddenly grabbed me by the arm.

"You're not all the way in yet."

I looked down at my azure knot just outside of his rear.

"I don't know what canine erotica you've read but that's not how knots wo-"

"Just do it!"

Sighing, I leaned forward and growled. This was going to hurt him, he had no idea what he was getting himself into. Closing my eyes, I put all my weight behind my hips and my knot did not budge an inch.

Suddenly, I felt it pop inside. The warmth and tightness of Landis's rear blanketing it.

I opened my eyes, shocked at seeing I had tied him.

"How?" I asked.

"Magic," he replied.

I wasn't going to argue. Having the rabbit's butt wrapped around my knot was an intense experience. I could barely so much as thrust, but I still tried, grinding my sheathed cock up against the rabbit and forcing him more and more to become enthralled by the decadent pleasures of my cock.

"Yes...yes...!" Landis moaned, squeezing my knot with the power of his hips and butt. I had to wonder, was I tying him or was he tying me?

His smaller cock shot out a trail of cum onto my crotch which seemed to catch him by surprise, but he didn't have a second to pay attention to it for he was still trapped, both physically and mentally by the orgasmic joy I had him locked in.

Curling my lips up in a snarl, I could feel my trapped cock shuddering.

"Mmmmmmmph!"

Another powerful series of streams shot out of my cock, filling the rabbit's rear with warmth. His belly began to grow round, something I had only seen in very fantastical erotic tales, his stomach full of my seed.

I felt my cock shrink down to a normal size and though my knot was still inflated, it slipped out, allowing me to collapse atop the rabbit.

"That was something else..." Landis whispered.

Panting with my tongue trailing down, I replied, "You can say that again."

Our moment of peace was interrupted by the door suddenly flying open with a sharp thud.

"What in the hell is going on!?" I recognized the irritating voice of the stoat alchemist. "Wh-AH!"

There was a crash and at this point, Landis and I stood up. The alchemist was lying on the ground, clutching his hip in pain. His shoes were covered in wet cum, I had accidentally created quite the tripping hazard despite my earlier admonishment of his sloppy lab standards.

"And that's why you always keep your lab clean!" I mocked the sobbing stoat, fully aware of my own hypocrisy and not giving a damn. "I think it's time we leave."

I picked up my pants and slipped them on now that they finally fit again. Landis scooped up some of the Duke's drawings and we both bounded out of the room while the stoat called out for guards. The heavy wooden door muffled his cries once it shut, just as it had no doubt muffled the Duke's pained cries when he had a servant whip him.

I anticipated a bit of trouble on the way out, but the eunuch wolves, as it turned out, were still busy trying to maintain order with the lions and dear Ionis. As a result, no one noticed us slipping out of the tower nor smelled the suspicious odor of sex and potions on us.

Sometimes an epic escape can be quite thrilling, but any experienced adventurer will always prefer a quiet slip out of the area, into the streets, and beyond the city walls where no one can find you.

"So, where are you intending to go now?" Landis asked, sitting down beside me at the tree I was resting beneath.

We had just passed the first Bomorian settlement a few hours ago and now that we were well and truly safe from any of Allorica's vassals or agents, took a moment to rest on a tiny hill with a patch of trees overlooking the main road.

"Well, I intend to get my coin and move onto the next job..." I yawned, "...which I have none yet. I suppose I'll check in with the capital guilds and see what's what."

"I could pull some strings, get you a job working for Bomor directly and more permanently," Landis rubbed his chin. "I'm sure we could get up to some mischief there and in relative comfort under the King's payroll."

"A tempting offer, but there's still much of the world I've yet to see," I stood up and stretched. "Kartel perhaps? Halvenia?"

"Halvenia eh? Going to catch some shrimp?"

"You jest!"

"Many nobles would pay a ransom of coin for such a potion if you were able to recreate it."

"Heavens, no!" I shuddered. "I've had enough experience with potions of that type! I'd be more than happy to leave everything about this mission behind us save for the gold and most importantly you."

Landis smiled, "Such a charmer."

"I may be gone awhile but I would love to meet you again when I pass through Bomor again."

"I have no intention of moving anytime soon," Landis rubbed his crotch together. "I'll show you my place when we get the payment. Surely you can spare a night or two with me before you leave on your voyages?"

I cupped the back of Landis' head with my paw and leaned in, pressing our noses together. I took in his smell, every subtle facet and tinge. I would never forget it, not in a million years. Even if he moved cities, I would find him and we would reunite and enjoy our time together once more.

"Without a doubt."