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Subject: {ASSM} Mate?  Check!  (furry M/vixen) Stasya T. Canine
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Mate?  Check!
The Luck-Bringers -- Chryslin and Arleta
by: Stasya T. Canine
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Dad, mom and I were watching the latest group of Rabelaisian tourists
disembark.  I wasn't paying much attention to my parent's running
commentary until mom inhaled sharply and dad grunted in surprise.  "What's
*she* doing here?"  He sounded more resigned than angry and I briefly
wondered about what he meant before I turned my attention back to the
group to see if I could figure out who they were watching.

A random movement of the crowd rewarded me with a glimpse of a golden
cloak.  What?  A Bardic master?  But...  I turned to my mother in
surprise.  "A master?"

She nodded slightly.

I turned back and watched the crowd again.  I still hoped I'd be able to
figure out which one of the passengers had caught my parent's attention.

Dad touched my shoulder to get my attention.  "A vixen, son.  You're in
for an interesting time."  He sounded amused about something.

Something made me look towards the customs exit.  *She* was standing there
and looking directly at me.  Her golden cloak swirled about her as if she
had just then stopped in mid stride.  There was a surprised look on her
face that quickly smoothed into a wry smile as she held her hands up in a
gesture I'd seen my mother use when greeting my dad.

The 'offer of mates'?  Me?  It was my turn to freeze.

Mom nudged me.  "Chryslin Merlinson, I raised you better than that.  It
isn't wise to keep a vixen waiting when she makes the 'offer of mates'."

I unfroze enough to work my way through the crowd.  As I approached the
vixen I felt a mental warmth growing stronger with each step.  Smiling
reluctantly as I admitted the absurdity of the situation, I raised my
hands and we intertwined our fingers.  "Mom hoped I'd be Rabelaisian
enough to feel it when it happened.  I'm Chryslin Merlinson.  Welcome to
Earth, life-mate."

She laughed softly.  "I'm Arleta.  Quite a welcome. Not at all what the
tour guide led us to expect."  She bent forward slightly and kissed me. 
As she pulled away she whispered "life-mate."

I had to take several deep breaths to recenter myself.  By then mom and
dad had joined us.  Mom approached from one side and managed to hug Arleta
without forcing our hands apart.  "Arleta.  Things at home are well?"

I refused to let go when Arleta tried to curtsy so she nodded instead. 
"Lady Chrystal.  Your family does quite well.  They accept the choices you
made so many years ago--and asked me to wish you and Merlin well should we
meet."

Dad reached out and drew mom into his arms.  "We thank you for those
words, Arleta."

The two of them touched our joined hands.  Mom spoke some words that
surprised me.  "So, from such simple beginnings, new pathways are
revealed.  May you always be able to walk them together."  She laughed
gently.  "Chryslin.  A mother never finds it easy to let go of her
children.  Fare thee well on your new journey."

Dad chuckled as he hugged me and Arleta.  "A vixen.  A wise choice for one
such as you."  He looked at Arleta.  "I won't say we've immunized him to
all of a Bard's tricks but I will note that he seems to have inherited a
very low resistance when it comes to dealing with vixens."

Arleta smothered a laugh.  "I'll try to remember that."

Mom and dad walked off to collect the rest of the tour group so they could
give them their orientation lecture.

Arleta and I studied each other.  I don't know what she saw but she
released my hands and wrapped her arms around me in a hug as she rested
her head on my shoulder.  "You smell good.  I've always wondered what my
mate would smell like.  Is Lady Chrystal *really* your mother?"

"Well, she says she is."  I paused and added.  "When I went through
puberty she kept mumbling, usually where I could overhear it, 'it *has* to
be from me, Merlin doesn't have that sort of stamina'."

Arleta giggled.

I made my hands caress her back seductively.  "Love, my plans are your
plans.  What are your desires?"

She tightened her arms.  "I have only one desire.  For privacy.  Soon." 
Fur brushed against the back of my legs.  She was using her tail to caress
me suggestively.

I gulped.  I wasn't a virgin but her forthrightness was rapidly unnerving
me.  "Does Rabelaisia have trains?"

"Trains?  No."

"Good!  You're in for a treat.  We used our private coach to come here." 
I pulled away and bowed deeply before offering her my arm.  "My Lady.  May
I offer you the hospitality of the family coach?  It's very private."

She tilted her head to one side as she thought about my offer.  She
grinned before curtsying.  "My Lord.  I shall accept your offer."  She
linked her arm with mine.

Laughing like children about to get into trouble, we headed to where our
coach was waiting.

* * *

As we approached the coach one of the figures lounging near the main door
straightened and raised hir hand in greeting.  " 'Brother Fox'.  A
conquest already?  Fast, even for you."  Shi grinned.

I blushed and gathered what dignity I could while Arleta was giggling
quietly and tickling my ear with the tip of her tail.  "No, Becky.  She
conquered me--by doing the unexpected."

Shi blinked.  "Our fox, conquered?  An interesting tale, if true."

I squirmed.  "Well, yes.  I couldn't very well deny her 'offer of mates',
could I?"

Cathy stepped forward.  "No, brother, not if you felt it too."

Arleta sobered and held out the hand I wasn't holding.  "He did.  I'm
Arleta."  Something in her eyes laughed.  "He *also* offered to share the
privacy of your coach.  May we pass?"

Cathy touched her hand briefly.  "With our blessings."  Shi grinned at us.
 "The orientation lecture usually takes about an hour but I suspect Dad
and Vel will take the time to give them a short tour of the city."  I felt
Arleta's fingers curl slightly and then relax.  "As for you, 'Brother
Fox'...  Will the usual warning be OK?"

"Ahhh..."  I grinned ruefully.  "No need since mom and dad know about
her."  I moved to pass them and Arleta came with me.

We stepped through the doors and I turned to the left.  "This way.  My
rooms are on the other side of the lounge."

She released my hand and stopped to examine things.  "It looks like
something out of my history books."

I settled on the couch.  "Mom's doing."  I sighed.  "Dad has the castle. 
Mom has her rooms there, and the coach.  She doesn't say much about it but
exiling herself to Earth hasn't been easy on her."  I made a sweeping
gesture that took in the coach in general.  "Dad let her redesign this a
few months after became they became mates."

Arleta came over and looked down at me.  She let her cloak slide to the
floor.  "Stand up and get out of those clothes."  Brown eyes glittered. 
"I want to see just how much of a fox you are."

I stood up and she helped me strip.  My clothes joined her cloak.

I reached out to lightly touch her chest and then slid my hand down to
just above her pubic area.  "I've never been with a vixen.  You look a lot
like mom but your coloring is different."

She reached down and gently moved my hand to her vulva.  "I'm not a tender
virgin."  Her hand did that clenching again.  "I've never been with a
human."  She looked down at where her hand held mine and I felt her hand
tense.  This time it didn't relax.  "I've never been this much in love,
either."

I knew my penis was expanding when she inhaled sharply and jerked her head
up to stare into my eyes.  "A knot?  A human with a knot?"

I blushed and felt my penis go flacid.  I hugged her.  "If this be love, I
hope I feel it forever.  Yes, it's functional, too."

She giggled and pushed me so I fell on the couch with her on top of me. 
"Now!"

We slid together as if we'd been fucking each other for years.  A few
seconds later we were locked together.  I felt her muscles begin to clench
and unclench as she began her own orgasmic spasms.

After a few minutes our orgasms ended and we began to think rationally
again.

She reached down and wrapped her fingers around the exposed part of my
penis.  "You said something about stamina.  How long?"

I pulled her head closer and kissed her.  "Long enough.  Minimum ten
minutes, maximum, so far, nearly an hour--with some help from my partner."

She squeezed gently.  "I see.  You'll get that help."  She looked at me
quizically.  "That was a pretty exact answer."

"You're not the first to wonder.  I've had some women ask and then bring a
friend to run the stopwatch the next time. Over the years I've made a
chart."

"I think I'd like to see that chart.  We're going to make one of our own."
 She frowned thoughtfully.  "Who can I ask to time us?"

Like I mentioned earlier.  Forthright.  I forced down another blush. 
"Cathy or Becky would be willing to help."

"Oh?  That's convenient."

"They're family and keep secrets.  At least I think they do.  Mom and dad
have never commented on some of the things the two of them have seen me
doing."

She leaned back and studied me.  Finally her eyebrows lifted.  "And your
mother made those comments about stamina?"

"I forgot you're a Bard.  I was hoping you'd forget about that comment. 
When we're at home, we're nudists unless we have guests that might be
offended.  Mom and dad have caught me with a couple of lovers and compared
notes.  They both know I have the knot and tie.  What I hope they haven't
figured out is how long that tie can last."  I grinned.  "Or how soon I
recover and can tie again."

She blinked and seemed surprised.  "Soon?  Really?"

"I think it's because I'm half human and half Rabelaisian.  If you let me
fully deflate and wait about a minute, then apply pressure in the right
area, I'll be good for another twenty minutes, average. I can do that
three or four times before I can't have an erection."

"Up to five ties?  Sometimes lasting about two hours?"

I nodded.

She slumped against me and sighed happily.  "Heaven."
---

Stasya T. Canine
December 18, 2002

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