The Wandering Magician
A lapine magician gets some help starting a new adventure.
The Wandering Magician
It was late morning when the cart rolled into the city. Its owner found a small coaching inn a little way from the main streets, paid for a few days livery, adjusted her frock-coat and strode into town.
Wally drained the last of his coffee and adjusted his monocle as he psyched himself up to go back to working on the atlas that was his largest commission to date - and, he suspected, the death of him. He picked up his quill and tried to find the mountain range he'd been contouring before his break, as well as his place in the surveyor's haphazard notes.
'Your appointment is here, sir', his assistant said, breaking Wally's concentration as he tried to work out whether the digit was meant to be a six or a zero for the umpteenth time. 'But I don't have any app...' he began, but as he recognised his distractor, a resigned tone entered his voice, and finished 'Oh, it's you. I really wish you wouldn't do that to the help, they barely know what they're doing as it is.'
'Hey!'
'Oh, be quiet Anthony, and go and make yourself useful. Brew me another pot of coffee or something'
As the helper clattered out with the coffee equipment, Wally focused his attention to his visitor.
'Hello, Jacqueline. What trouble have you gotten into now?'
'I don't have to be in trouble to come and see you, Foxy!'
'And politicians don't have to lie', retorted Wally.
Jacqueline pouted at this, and Wally raised a challenging eyebrow. Jacqueline's facade crumbled.
'This time I need your help getting into it', admitted the lapine.
Wally sighed, and inquired 'So, assuming i'm even willing to help you, which is unlikely considering my current workload', and at that, he gestured at the expanse of paper, dog-eared journals and empty mugs covering his work table, to which Jacqueline rolled her eyes, 'How can a cartographer such as myself help you with causing mischief?'
'Well, I need a map', quipped Jacqueline.
'Could have guessed that,' muttered Wally.
'To Caldera City', she continued.
'That salamander-ridden hellhole? The one that takes its name from the volcano it's suspended in?' burst Wally. 'The one so tied to the element of fire that any map that shows it bursts into flames!?'
'That one', confirmed Jacqueline 'And for your information, salamanders aren't so bad'
'You'd know'
'Shut up', she snapped. 'So, I want some souvenirs to brighten up my tower. And as its location has been lost to common knowledge for a couple centuries now, I thought i'd see if the best map-maker I know could give me a few pointers'
'I'm flattered, as always', said Wally, 'But I can't just 'give you a few pointers'.
'Oh', said Jacqueline, dejectedly.
'The route is as circuitous as it is dangerous, you're gonna need a map. Which, as I mentioned, causes certain ...complications'
'I don't suppose you have one anyway?
'A flaming map, of ancient secrets?'
'Yes'
'As a matter of fact, I do.', said Wally proudly. He retrieved a hexagonal granite tube from the racks along the back wall, and set it on his desk. 'But there remains the matter of payment. And I know you well enough not to accept your 'treasure shares' by now.'
'So what do you suggest, Mr. Untrusting? You know I don't have the kinda cash for something like that on me, or any for that matter.'
'Well, your journal would make for an interesting read. And some interesting maps, considering your travels; but i'm up to my neck in work at the moment, so that won't actually make me anything for a while.'
'Great. So no deal?'
'Not as it stands'
'Well,' she said, and pushed her breasts together, 'There is something else I could offer you.'
'It's been a while since the last time we did this, hasn't it?'
'Too long', agreed Jacqueline, 'But what about Anthony?'
'By the time he's worked out we're out of coffee, found the right store, remembered he needs to take money, found the petty cash tin, found the store again and ground the beans properly, we'll be long done'.
'Good enough for me', she said, and began to undress. She hung her coat over the back of Wally's chair, leaving her in her favourite outfit: a loosely-strung corset over a light, long-sleeved shirt, both cut low enough to show a small amount of cleavage; a short leather skirt over a pair of tight, knee-length shorts; high boots with bright, shiny buckles and a decent amount of heel; and finally, her silk top hat, with its red ribbon and jaunty feather, and the holes she'd cut for her ears.
Wally was already naked, his clothes folded into a neat pile on his desk, on which he leant back to take in the show, slowly standing to attention.
Jacqueline was in her underwear, wrestling with the shorts. Wally chuckled, and Jacqueline shot a glare at him. She was determined to take her time with it now, and tease him as long as possible. Freed from her shorts, and sporting only the lacy undergarments she favoured for negotiations, she strut towards Wally, taking in the smooth cream of chest and the way it played against the rusty orange elsewhere.
'The hat, Jackie?' he inquired.
'The hat stays', shot Jacqueline. Wally wasn't about to argue.
She ran a hand down his chest, enjoying the feel of his muscles under his fur, until she found his crotch. She stroked his member lightly, before gently cupping his balls, for which she was rewarded a happy twitch and a satisfied grunt. She took his hands in hers, and leaned in to kiss deeply, his green eyes meeting her blue the way only a lover's can. As their muzzles touched, she slid his hands under her bra, leading him to knead her breasts as she removed the restricting garment. Little shivers of pleasure rolled through her as he pulled gently on her piercings, causing her to squeak happily into their intertwined mouths. Wally massaged his way down her stomach, following the line of her fur where the colours changed, from the snow-white that contrasted so delicately against the soft pink of her sensitive skin to the coal-black that hugged her figure and smoothed her curves. One thumb on either side of the silk, he broke the kiss and removed the last of the modesty the pair wore. Jacqueline stepped out as they neared her feet, and Wally was left at eye-level with her most intimate area. He took a moment to enjoy the sight of her swollen petals before giving a sensuous lick from her slit to her clit, which was met with a quiet gasp.
She took his hand again and led him to the table, and sat down on it. She spread her legs seductively, spreading her lips enticingly.
'Come on, Big Boy. All the way'
She lay back on the table as Wally lined up his engorged head against her wet entrance, pushing slowly into her with his hands on her hips. He revelled in the sensation of her tight passage before taking another slow thrust. Jacqueline bathed in the feeling of being filled before turning her attention to her nipples, toying with them in the way that made full use of the metal bars running through them, moaning contentedly. The show pushed Wally to pick up his pace, enjoying the slickness as he sped up. Jacqueline became aware of a growing pressure against her entrance, her grin growing as much as what she knew was coming. Wally slowed a little, and increased the force of his thrusts as he felt his knot swell, his tension building as he closed in on hilting her. A happy scream from Jacqueline accompanied his final thrust, her pussy squeezing around the hard intruder, nearing the edge as her walls were stretched by the thick cock. A few short thrusts were all Wally could take before he released, a white hot surge of ecstasy, gushing out in long spurts. Jacqueline was pushed over the edge, her pussy clamping down as she rode out the waves of pleasure from their explosive orgasm.
The pair looked into each other's eyes as they bathed in the afterglow, satisfied and sticky. It'd be a while before Wally could pull out.
After a while in a warm embrace, Jacqueline piped up 'So, that map, why doesn't it burn itself up?'
'Because it's not drawn on paper.'
'Oh. But parchment burns too?'
'Let's just say I knew a salamander gal who got a tattoo.'
'Eww'
'Well, you asked. And for your information, she was just about to shed her skin. Anyway. I think we should discuss your route on the map outside, where we can now go about now' . Wally unceremoniously dismounted, fluids dripping as he did so.
So, first story i've written of this nature, criticism appreciated, spelling mistakes slightly less so. This is potentially chapter one in a series, depending on reception.