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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 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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