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From: Leowulf <leowulf@softhome.nospam.net>
Subject: {ASSM} [VBC] The Fox and the Chick (F/M, F/F, oral, bond, magic, myth)
Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2002 09:10:04 -0500
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The Fox and the Chick

Story:  The Fox and The Chick (F/M, F/F, oral, bond, magic, myth)

By Leowulf

In which a junior mage is gets a bodyguard, and more.

The Fox and the Chick

Fox looked with dismay in the mirror.  The maenads had just sacked another 
outpost, and were looting the burning ruins and lustily raping their 
captives. This was the third strike in as many weeks.   The mirror focused 
on one young colonist struggling against two of the crazed females.  They 
had him pinned under their loins, one against the man's loins, the other 
holding him down by his face.  Wait - the one on his loins was not holding 
him down, but bouncing up and down, lustily riding his member.   Fox knew 
they wouldn't stop until he was thoroughly exhausted and unable to resist 
them further.  That was their standard tactic in gathering conscripts.

Shaking his head in shock, he dimmed the mirror.  Then, as an afterthought, 
he spoke to it again.  "Moetha An-Telegraphsis!"  He commanded, the magic 
syllables rolling from his tongue with practiced ease.

"Name your destination, Master," intoned the mirror, it's surface a swirl 
of mists within its gold frame.

"The College of Mages, please."

The swirls coalesced into a view of a library.  Actually, it was the 
information relay room of the College, but any rooms frequented by magi 
started looking like libraries in short order. 

A greybearded old gnome was flying about the mirror station.  Well, 
actually, he was being carried about by a bat-winged demoness.  He held to 
her shapely legs, no small feat as she was quivering so.  Both were naked.  
The demoness was squealing with pleasure.  The gnome's tongue was too busy 
for him to squeal.

"Carmychael, what are you doing?  Asked Fox.

The gnome looked surprised at the mirror and dropped to the ornate carpet.  
He gave the succubus an irritated wave and she disappeared.  "This had 
better be important, Fox!" He said irritably.

"Clothes, Carmychael."

"Oops!"  The wizened figure snapped his fingers and was immediately covered 
by a wizard's robe and pointy hat.  "Now, what is it?"

"The maenads just struck again!"

"Old Dionysus's shock troops, eh?"

"Yes, and this is the third outpost they've taken in this sector.  One 
more, and I'll have nothing left here to monitor.  I'm closing my relay 
site before they attack it."

"Look on the bright side," chuckled Carmychael.  "If they do, you might get 
yourself captured.  What a way to go, ha, ha, ha!"

Listen you dirty old gnome, you've got to get me out of here!"  Fox 
resisted the urge to shake the mirror.

We're way ahead of you, Fox.  Hermes decided that now's not the right time 
to invade the Dionysan quarter.  He's calling his outposts home.  The 
Hermean council has already decided to close all three relay sites post 
haste."

"They should have decided that before the maenads went on the warpath.  
With their patrols in this area, I'll be lucky to come home with my 
privates undamaged, if I come home at all.

"They thought of that, too.  The council has dispatched Aegis-certified 
bodyguards to each outpost and the relay points.  Good fighters, and these 
chicks are hot, too!"  The gnome's eyes danced merrily.  "Yours should be 
arriving with the next postal run."

"But my station is the farthest out," complained the young mage.  "What if 
they forget about me?"

"Don't worry, Fox."  Carmychael smiled.  "The chick is in the mail."

But by sunrise, Fox's mirror interrupted his studies.  "Something happening 
at Outpost Delta, Master."

Fox watched with increasing dismay as the last outpost he kept track of was 
reduced from a productive farm-and-workshop to a pile of rubble hosting an 
orgy, the once-bright men and women reduced to mindless sex slaves of the 
frenzied maenads.

"This place is next," worried the mage.  "I won't get out of here without 
being fucked into submission."

"If you are, sweet cheeks, it won't be by the wild women," boomed a rich, 
throaty voice behind him.

Fox started.  He turned to see the loveliest lady he'd ever laid eyes on.  
She was tall, and bosomy.  Her eyes were sapphires, and her hair spun gold.  
And all she wore were a collection of colorful silks, and some gold 
jewelry.  Fox blushed at her exposed navel.

"Male call."  The chick held out an envelope.  "Is there a Fox in the 
house?"

"I - uh, I'm Fox," the mage stammered, taking the dispatch.

"I'm Danaea," the lovely girl smiled.  "That's your orders calling you 
home, and assigning me as your bodyguard."

"No offense miss, but you don't look like a bodyguard."  Fox was 
embarrassed to add what he thought; she looked more like a belly dancer.  
"The maenads will cut you to ribbons."

"I'm Aegis certified, little one," the bodyguard said archly.  She gestured 
to her jewelry. "And I'm better armored than it looks."

"Wow!"  Fox recognized the matching bracelets, anklets, belt and choker.  
"You're wearing chain mail."

"Best protection your kind can conjure."  She stepped nearer, looked down 
into the mage's eyes.  "Feel better, kid?"

"A little, but magical protections like chain mail doesn't always work the 
way they should."  Fox's tone was serious.  Anyway, you may be too late, 
Danaea.  The Maenads hit the last outpost in this area today.  That means 
they'll be coming here next."

"Don't worry, honey."  She stroked Fox's cheek with a silky hand.  "I'll 
keep you out of trouble."

Fox smiled outwardly, but inwardly he was still unsure.  He didn't know 
about these chicks in chain mail.

The young mage spent the night with the bosomy chick, shutting down the 
office.  The worst part of dismantling the operation was smashing the 
mirror.  It couldn't travel and they couldn't allow it to fall into the 
hands of the maenads.  Fox had worked closely with the mirror over the past 
year.  Leaving his library was inconvenient, but disabling the mirror was 
like losing a close friend.  

Fox went to bed late that night with his new bodyguard keeping watch.  She 
shook him awake after only a few hours.  "Rise and shine, sleepyhead.  The 
maenads are coming, and it's time for us to go."

As the two fled in the pre-dawn darkness, Fox could hear the shrill cries 
of the maenads in the distance, see their torches.  He thought he could 
hear the exhausted moans of the colonists they dragged along, but he tried 
not to think about it.

"How far to Hermean territory?"  He asked.

"Not close enough, from the sound of it," replied Danaea.  "Try to hurry 
your skinny legs, mage!"

They stopped at a spring to rest, and the bodyguard jumped in.  Fox's 
breath caught at the sight of her emerging from the water, golden jewelry 
sparkling in the rising sun, silks soaked and clinging to her heavy breasts 
and curvy thighs.  He could see her nipples clearly through the thin 
fabric.

"Like what you see, Foxy?"

Fox blushed and turned away.  "Are you sure you can fight?"  He looked back 
at her, his eyes sparkling mischievously.  "You look built for ... other 
things."

In answer, the lovely chick pulled him from the grass.  Her skin felt warm 
and wet against him.  "For that comment, mage, I'm going to make you carry 
the bag."

She handed Fox the satchel of documents they had salvaged from Fox's 
station, and the two set off again.  The mage tried to lead, but his 
bodyguard's legs were longer and stronger.  He spent most of the morning 
following her, trying not to look at the curly locks cascading down her 
bare back, or shapely rear swaying with every step.

They took luncheon in a valley between two wooded hills.  After their 
meager fare, bread and meat, cooked over a conjured fire and magically 
seasoned, Fox stood over the chick.  Looking into her lovely blue eyes, the 
mage manfully clapped his hands together, and their leftovers disappeared.

Smiling, the womanly maiden pulled Fox down onto herself.  "Great feast, 
little mage!"  She said, and then suddenly she rolled over atop him.  "I 
think that I'll keep you at my home back in the city, to cook and clean for 
me."

The chick bent to kiss him, but straightened.  "Did you hear anything?"

"Just my heart pounding."

She stood, looking about furtively.  Fox started to rise, but she laid a 
shapely foot on his chest, pushing him back down.  "Stay here, and be 
quiet."  She shushed his attempt to speak.  "Just don't move; I'll be right 
back."

Fox watched the chick head into the wooded hill, trying to keep his mind 
off her round behind and on their situation.  He gathered some stones 
together to cast an augury, to see what trouble was headed toward him, but 
saw something that made him forget everything else.  

"A man-and-woman drake!"  He gasped.  It was over in the woods, about 
halfway up the hill, fluttering red and purple in the breeze.  "I thought 
they were just a legend!"

He drifted toward the rare flower, drawn to its drifting petals.  The man-
and-woman drake's petals were in the shape of, well, men and women.  As 
they fluttered and blew about, they looked like nothing so much as an orgy 
of sexual ecstasy.  Fox watched, entranced by the show, following the 
action, his pants tented with interest.  He wondered how his bodyguard 
would like to try one of the positions the flower demonstrated.

"Hey, mage, what are you looking at?"  The voice that interrupted his 
reverie wasn't his bodyguard, or even Hermean.  Fox looked behind him to 
see four or five maenads, their hair wild, their breasts heaving under 
rough skins they wore.

The largest of the wild women pointed her thrysus staff at the flower.  
"So, the mage has a dirty mind!  Let's give him the real thing!"

Before Fox could react, the maenads rushed him.  They pinned him down, 
quickly ripped his clothes off.  They held him immobile and the leader 
straddled him.  "It's been over two hours since I've had any, mage!" she 
cackled.  "Now you're going to give me all you've got!"

But as the maenad lowered her loins to the young mage, a bolt of golden 
lightening struck her in the gut.  The maenad went tumbling, entangled with 
a glowing golden form.  It was Danaea, her chain mail activated and 
sparkling with magic power.  

"Give it up, Maenad!"  Fox's bodyguard bellowed.  "He's too good for you!"

"You give up, chick!"  The maenad kicked Danaea away and swept up her 
thrysus.  "Nobody stands between me and my pleasure!"

The maenad struck her a mighty blow with the thrysus, but it shattered 
against her glowing form.  The chick then lashed out with sparkling hands 
and feet, knocking the maenad leader back, into a tree, to her knees.

Amazingly, the maenad leapt back to her feet, grabbed Danaea and lifted her 
over her head.  With a grunt, the wild woman sent her careening into, and 
through, one of the trees.  It shattered in a rain of wood splinters, and 
Danaea landed hard on the ground in a shower of magical sparks.

 To everyone's shock, the chick stood back on her feet.  "Is that all 
you've got, Maenad?  Now it's my turn!"  She launched herself at the maenad 
leader again, knocking her down and pinning her to the ground.  The two 
female fighters wrestled, grappling at skins or silks, thrashing about 
desperately.

Finally, Danaea forced the maenad onto her back and trapped her there.  Her 
loins pressed firmly against the wild woman's face, cutting off her air 
supply.  The chick held her like that, letting the maenad struggle until 
she finally lost consciousness.  Danaea stood.  "What a shame - just when I 
was close to an orgasm too."  She smiled at the other maenads, who still 
held Fox down, but whose attentions were on their unconscious leader.  "Who 
wants to pick up where she left off?"

Seeing they were beaten at their own game, the remaining maenads fled, 
hooting and howling in fear.  Danaea strode over to Fox.  Her armor had 
deactivated, but she still glowed with an inner radiance.  "Well, little 
mage, looks like there's nobody left to pleasure me except you."

Fox crept to his knees under between the chick's thick, muscular legs.  "My 
hero!" he gasped, and then started passionately licking.

The sun was sinking lower in the sky when the two finally started again 
toward home.  Danaea took the satchel and took the lead.  Before they left, 
she insisted on tying the mage to her apron strings.  The golden chain of 
her belt multiplied itself, looped around the mage's wrists securely and 
had plenty of slack left.  For once, Fox was not impressed with the wonders 
of magic.

"Danaea, this is not a dignified way for a mage to travel," Fox grumbled 
outwardly as they trudged along.  Inwardly, he appreciated the view of her 
long, curly hair, and her round, bouncy behind.

"Quiet, little mage," the chick called to him.  "It'll keep you from 
chasing after flowers and getting yourself in trouble."

"Besides," she looked back with a smile.  "What with me and my fellow 
bodyguards having to come rescue you and the other cute little mages, the 
city will be seeing lots of chicks 'n chained males!"

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