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Sorcerers Apprentice, part 3.
Written by Lensman.

This story is fictional, all characters and events depicted within are fictional and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

I have one unbreakable rule (to paraphrase Isaac Azimov):
I may not harm a Little Girl, or through inaction allow a Little Girl to come to harm.

Keep these fantasies where they belong; in your head.

Story Codes: (Fantasy, M(16)g(8), Pedo, Beast)

Story Intro:
Olwyn moves to the big city to learn more control over his gift. He has some fun on the way and when he gets there he finds someone to care for.

Chapter 3,

Olwyn was nervous, almost to the point of being afraid. This would be the first time he had been away from the manor house for an extended period since he had arrived as a boy 10 years before. Master Jaklin had been a gruff, and sometimes hard, taskmaster but Olwyn considered him to be the father he never knew, and it was going to be hard to leave.

"This should be enough to get you to Balmora," Master Jaklin said as he handed Olwyn a pouch that jingled.
"And this," he said as he passed over an envelope sealed with a blue wax blob impressed with his sigil, "is your letter of introduction to Landru, he will be your teacher now, I think you'll like Aldergrove House."
"And I want you to have this," he said as he struggled to pull a plain silver ring from his finger then place it in Olwyn's palm, "it will help protect you and keep you safe."
"No master," Olwyn shook his head, "it is too much, I cannot take your magic ring!"
"Olwyn take it!" Master Jaklin said earnestly, then placed his hands on Olwyn's shoulders and looked him in the eyes and smiled, "just make sure you bring it back safely."

Master and apprentice exchanged a brief but heartfelt hug, Olwyn then shouldered his pack and set off in the direction of Muraford. Again Olwyn was wearing brown denim breaches, a white cotton shirt under a light tan jacket, a hooded cloak and stout walking boots, with his provisions, travelling gear and spare clothing in his pack.
As before, he arrived at Muraford around noon, so he decided to stop for a bite to eat at the Hunting Horn inn. After eating Olwyn left Muraford and took the road that followed the river south. After an uneventful but tiring afternoon spent walking the south road Olwyn arrived at the bustling village of Edmond's Crossing.

The village was built up around the docks and the ferry crossing the Odai River. Even though it was late afternoon when he arrived, Olwyn was surprised by the amount of traffic entering and leaving the village. He ducked and weaved his way around the carts of produce until he eventually made his way to the docks on the river. He could see three river barges docked and being loaded, one had cattle being walked onboard, the second had sheep and fowl, while the third was being loaded with bales of cotton.
Olwyn approached the gangplank of the third barge and stood watching the hive of activity as the crew quickly and efficiently loaded the barge with the cargo.

"Mind yersel'," the call startled Olwyn and he quickly jumped to one side, allowing a train of people carrying baskets and boxes up on to the deck and then down into the hold. He looked around for the source of the call and spotted a young girl of around nine years of age. She was dressed in blue denim coveralls and carrying a small chalkboard, she had dark blond hair and a sun browned pleasant face with a small nose and large hazel eyes. She appeared to be counting the train of cargo as it was being carried aboard.
Olwyn approached the girl and waited politely until the line of cargo finished then said, "Excuse me."
The girl must not have noticed his approach as she jumped and spun around. "Don't do that!" she cried out in alarm, "ya made us jump!"
"Sorry," Olwyn apologised contritely, "umm, do you take passengers?"
"Dunno," she replied looking Olwyn over like she was appraising his worth, "You'll need ta ask me da'." She then pointed to an older man stood on deck, dressed in similar clothing to hers, supervising the stowing of the cargo. She then turned back to Olwyn and flashed a pleasant smile at him.

"Are you taking passengers?" Olwyn called out to the father.
"He'll not answer ya," the girl said as she smiled at Olwyn, "not 'til the cargo's all stowed anyways."
Olwyn waited a moment and then asked the girl, "Have you ever taken passengers?"
"Yeah sometimes," she replied absently as she turned to keep an eye on the loading process, "but we're cargo see, not people."
"How long do you think it will take?" he asked indicating the loading.
"Not more'n an hour," she replied still concentrating on the work going on around her, "an' we leave straight after."
He sketched a small bow and thanked her, then turned to leave to search for another method of reaching Balmora.

Although he spent most of that hour wandering through the village, Olwyn was not able to find transport to Balmora. He was told that there would be a coach trip in a week or he could ride on one of the cargo barges. When he returned to the dock only two barges remained, the one carrying cattle and the one carrying cotton. The thought of spending any time on a barge full of cattle did not appeal, so Olwyn again approached the captain of the cotton barge.
Olwyn walked up and stood to the side of the girl, as she continued to watch her father supervise the loading, and waited patiently.

Olwyn watched in fascination as the cargo was loaded into the open barge in what appeared to be a haphazard fashion. When the last item had been loaded and the stevedores had left the boat the captain, along with a tall lad about the same age as Olwyn and dressed in similar denim overalls to the captain, approached Olwyn and asked, "How can I help ya?"
"Would you be willing to take a passenger with you?" Olwyn asked politely.
"Depends," the captain answered cautiously, "where to?"
"I need to get to Balmora," Olwyn explained.
"Hmm," the captain said as he rubbed his chin in thought, "that's where we're headed alright, but we stop along the way mind."
"That's ok," Olwyn agreed, "how long and how much?"
"Usually takes six days to Balmora," he continued rubbing his chin, "it'll be five silver a day, and you can take Ortis's bunk," he then clapped his hand on the young lads shoulder.
Olwyn gulped at the price, but it was better than waiting, "Ok, that'll be fine."
"Half in advance," the captain said as he held out his thickly callused hand.

As Olwyn counted out the fifteen silver marks and handed them to him the captain introduced himself, "Me name is Padry an' me boat is the Lady Rose, welcome aboard!"
He then handed the coins to the girl, "Go and get the extra provisions Libby."
As the girl walked purposefully away Olwyn protested, "You're going to let her go alone?"
"She can look after hersel'," the captain replied gruffly.
"Well, the least I can do is help to carry things," Olwyn said then ran to catch up with the girl.
They briskly circled the market collecting the required foodstuffs, with Libby competently haggling with the market vendors and Olwyn just carrying the purchased items in silence and watching.

When they returned to the barge, Olwyn followed Libby to the galley and helped to unload and put away the provisions, he then followed her as she showed him to his room.
It was a small cramped cabin, barely bigger than the bed, which was currently latched up to the wall out of the way. Olwyn dumped his pack in the corner of the cabin then went up on deck to watch them depart.
The captain and Ortis were positioned at the stern and bow respectively each carrying long poles braced against the wharf. Once Libby had untied the bow and stern lines and then quickly jumped on board, Ortis and their father heaved on the poles pushing the barge out into the flow of the river. Olwyn watched as Libby, Ortis and Padry expertly navigated their barge out into the fastest part of the river and allowed the flow to take them downstream.

Olwyn sat at the bow of the barge, watching the banks flow past. As the evening sun sank below the treetops the barge was steered to a clear section of the bank and moored securely in place. The evening meal was plain but hot and filling, and after eating Olwyn retired to his cabin and slept soundly.
When he woke and got up, Olwyn found they were already underway and the sun was well up.
The day passed in quiet tedium, as a passenger Olwyn had nothing to do with the routines of running the barge, so he sat on deck and watched the world pass by and when he was able he chatted to Libby.

Just before midday the following day they pulled into the wharf of another village, not quite as large as Edmond's Crossing but just as bustling.
As they began unloading the cargo Olwyn realised that the method of storing that had appeared to be haphazard actually had a good reason, all the goods now being unloaded were ready and easy to access.
It didn't take them very long to unload and then load on the new cargo, by mid-afternoon they were again setting off down the river.
Again when the evening sun dipped below the treetops they moored near the bank, ate supper and retired to bed.

The following day Padry approached Olwyn where he was propped against one of the bails of cotton.
"Need to be wary for the next few days," he said in warning, "We're enterin' bandit country and need to keep a sharp eye out."
Olwyn nodded then returned to his cabin for his spellbook, if there was going to be a conflict he felt he should prepare the spells appropriate for the occasion.
The rest of the day passed without incident, while eating the evening meal Padry said, "Libby, you take first watch tonight, I'll take second watch and Ortis you take third."
"If you'd like, I could take a watch." Olwyn offered, "You three work all day, if I took a watch I could sleep late..."
"No offence meant," Padry interrupted, "but we don't know you, 'sides we're used to it."
That evening Olwyn stayed up late, he chatted with Libby after Ortis and Padry had retired early, and then remained awake after returning to his own cabin later to help if needed.
When he awoke late the next morning Olwyn berated himself for falling asleep, he had not heard either watch change so he must have dozed off before the end of Libby's watch.

Later that afternoon Olwyn watched with interest as they passed a barge coming up stream. It had rigged two masts with sails and was slowly tacking its way against the flow. As the two barges passed each other the two sets of crews called out greetings and friendly insults to each other.
They moored at an inhospitable part of the riverbank to make an approach from that side very difficult, however the opposite bank was open grassland sloping gently to the river.
After supper that evening Olwyn was determined to remain awake at least as long as Libby did. He stayed and chatted when Padry and Ortis left and tried to stay awake reading after retiring. Unfortunately he fell asleep again before the end of Libby's watch.

Olwyn woke abruptly, he cursed at himself for dozing off again but wondered what had woken him. He left his cabin and quietly climbed up onto the deck. The moonless night was dark and forbidding, as he got onto deck he heard a shout from the far bank, "Ahoy, you on the barge..."
Olwyn listened intently and stared at the vaguely lighter area of the far bank, but could see nothing and could only hear the slap of the water against the sides of the barge.
"Hand over the cargo or we'll torch your boat!" the voice shouted angrily.
"Torch me boat," Padry shouted back, "and yer'll get no booty!"
Suddenly a lantern was uncovered on the far bank, the bright seeming light highlighted a large man, his face shrouded by a black beard, wearing dirty or rusty chain armour.
"I may get no booty," the large man shouted, "but you'll lose your craft and maybe your lives!"

At that another bandit stepped into the lamplight, he too was sporting a scruffy beard and was wearing stained leather armour; he was carrying a longbow with an arrow nocked, the arrow had what looked like rag wrapped around the tip.
Olwyn realised that they meant to light the arrow then fire it into the barge, filled as it was with bails of cotton it would burn rapidly. He quickly and quietly cast a spell targeting the man with the bow.
Suddenly both men and the lamp were swathed in long sticky strands of webbing and, judging from the yells and shouts of alarm, a number of others in the darkness were also caught.

"Da' what's up?" Olwyn heard Libby ask drowsily behind him as she came on deck carrying a lantern.
"Back to bed Libby!" Padry commanded, "but leave the light." When she had gone he approached Olwyn warily, "You didn't tell me you were a Mage!" he chided.
"I didn't think it would cause a problem," Olwyn apologised, "but I'm only an apprentice."
"How long will they be stuck like that," he asked gruffly gesturing at the webbed men struggling on the far bank.
"I don't know," Olwyn replied as he looked at the bandits, "about five or six hours I guess, unless they have help to get out."
"Right..." Padry said, then thought for a moment and continued, "why don't you get some more sleep and we can deal with them later."

It seemed to Olwyn that he had only just fallen asleep when he was shaken awake by Ortis.
"Me da' wants ya on deck!" he said urgently.
Olwyn followed Ortis on deck and stood near Padry where he was watching the mass of webbing still holding the five bandits. By the position of the Sun above the horizon Olwyn guessed it was only about an hour after sunrise. Muffled grunts and curses could still be heard from the webbed bandits.
"Can you do that to them again?" Padry asked Olwyn.
"Yes," he replied, "but if I do it now then when the first set of webs fade they will have room to escape." He thought a moment and then continued, "If I dispel the web first I could cast it again but they would probably spread out and escape. Let's see if I can put them to sleep first..."

Olwyn steadied himself then ran through the gestures and phrase of the spell. Suddenly all the bandits stopped struggling and slumped in their bindings.
"Can you see anyone moving?" Olwyn asked Padry.
Padry took out his spyglass and examined each body. "Nope," he said finally, "none of 'em are movin'."
"Good," Olwyn said, he then dismissed the webs and immediately started the gestures and phrases for another web spell. As the webs dissipated the bodies of the bandits fell to the ground, the jolt was enough to wake some of them but others continued to slumber on peacefully. However before the bandits could scatter Olwyn finished the second spell, and again sticky long strands appeared and wrapped around the bandits.

Padry, Ortis and Abby quickly set about pushing the barge out into the rivers flow.
"What are you going to do about them?" Olwyn asked Padry, "You're not going to leave them are you?"
"We'll pull in at Antalis and let the local guard captain know."
About three hours later Padry steered the barge to the jetty of a small village. "Ortis, run and fetch the guard," he shouted. Ortis jumped off of the barge onto the jetty as soon as it was close enough and ran into the village proper.
About a quarter-hour later Ortis came walking back leading a large ebony skinned man. He was over six feet tall and very muscular from years of hard work. He was dressed in a large heavy leather apron that showed the scars of many years of blacksmithing.

"What's up?" the blacksmith asked in a deep voice.
"Bandits!" Padry explained, "We were threatened last night, but luckily this mage stopped them with a spell."
The blacksmith looked askance at Olwyn who blushed slightly with embarrassment.
"We left them webbed up on the bank about three hours back," Padry explained.
"The web should last another two hours," Olwyn added, "if you can get there with enough men before it fades out you will be able to take them into custody easily."
The blacksmith smiled grimly and clenched his fist as he answered, "We'll deal with them bandits, don't you worry."
Padry and Ortis soon had the barge back in the middle of the fast flowing river, and quickly everything returned to normal.

That evening, after they had moored and eaten, when Olwyn was preparing for bed there was a faint knock at his door. He opened it and was surprised when Libby pushed in and quickly closed it behind her. She was only wearing a long white cotton nightgown and her hair was loose. Olwyn sat on the bunk to make room for Libby to stand.
"I wanna thank ya for savin' me da' and our boat," she stated flatly then quickly pulled her nightdress up and over her head to stand naked before Olwyn.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to," he said as he took in the beautiful sight of Libby's pre-teen body. She was slim but not skinny, her body looked trim and strong from many years of hard work, but she also looked youthful and exciting to him. She had small pink nipples that crinkled up at the cool night air and her pussy was completely hairless, plump and inviting.

"But I do want ta!" Libby answered smiling, "and it looks like ya want me ta as well," as she gestured to where Olwyn's erect member was tenting his own nightshirt.
Libby began to tug at Olwyn's nightshirt and he stood up and allowed her to help remove it. When she grasped his dick he remembered Delia and said, "No, ladies first!"
He lifted her up onto the bunk, spread her knees and paused to look down at her tightly closed slit. He leant over and gently kissed Libby's tiny slit then parted her plump bald lips with his thumbs and dragged his tongue roughly up between them. Libby drew in a sharp breath then moaned low and throaty as Olwyn sucked hard on her clit as it began to peek out from its hood.

Olwyn got lost in the moment as he ate Libby, he lapped from her anus to the top of her slit and began strumming her clit vigorously. He tried to stick his tongue as far into her as he could reach and as he tongued her hole he would rub her clit with his thumb. As he sucked on her clit he pumped his fingers into her hole as far as her maidenhead but no further.
As Olwyn continued orally stimulating Libby he couldn't get enough of the wonderfully sweet flavour of her nectar and the loud gasps, moans and groans that she made.
Olwyn licked and strummed and probed as Libby's muffled moans grew more and more intense and strident, then suddenly she stiffened and squeaked as she came. Her legs snapped closed around Olwyn's head holding him in place as he continued to take leisurely licks of her slit as she slowly came down from her orgasmic high.

After Libby had regained her senses she said, "Oh wow! I've never felt nothin' like that!"
Olwyn grinned as he sat beside her on the bunk.
"I've sucked me da' an' Ortis," she continued still in wonder, "but they never did that ta me!"
Olwyn was a little surprised by her confession but simply said, "Maybe you should ask them to, I'm sure they would enjoy doing it as much as I did."
Libby looked at Olwyn and grinned, "Yeah, why not?" then she remembered why she was there and scrambled off the bunk. When she was stood on the floor she turned back to Olwyn and gently grasped his still erect dick and then leaned over and quickly engulfed the head within her mouth.

Libby had definitely had practice at this before, he felt her gently sucking on the head of his dick while she stroked and played with his shaft and balls, then she started bobbing her head up and down as she sucked and probed at the head with her tongue.
Olwyn grinned and watched as Libby's lips tightly circled his shaft and slid up and down it as far as she could. He felt her tongue playing with his dick head inside her mouth, rubbing against the underside and probing the small slit.
In all too short a time he felt his climax approaching, as he felt the familiar tightening sensation he warned Libby, "I'm cumming!" but she just started sucking harder.
Olwyn's pleasure reached its peak and he came hard, squirting what felt like forever, into Libby's sucking, swallowing mouth.
Olwyn collapsed back on his bunk panting hard, when he had regained his senses he looked to see that Libby had gone taking her nightdress with her.

It was mid afternoon of the following day when they arrived at the bustling city of Balmora. The river widened as it approached the city and flowed into a large harbour that also served the sea traffic.
The barge serenely floated into the harbour and docked at a vacant jetty. Olwyn reached for his purse to pay Padry the remainder but he waived it away, "Nah, you saved me and mine, it wouldn't be right, takin' your money now."
Olwyn waved goodbye to the crew of the Lady Rose, with a fond smile and wave especially for Libby, and wandered away into the throng of people crowding the docks.

Olwyn wandered around the crowded city, constantly being buffeted by the swarms of people bustling about on their own business. He managed to escape the busy dockside section of the city to the quieter central section but still had not managed to find his master's friend Landru or Aldergrove House.
He reluctantly tried stopping a few people and asking them for directions but each time he did he would either get a brusque dismissive reply or would be ignored completely.
He continued to wander from street to street, eventually he found himself walking down narrower streets and alleys that were darker and dingier.

Olwyn jumped as a scruffy man dressed in dirty rags and sporting an eye-patch over his left eye stepped out from a doorway in front him. There was a flash from the blade held in his hand as he threatened, "Giv'us yer stuff!"
Olwyn turned his back to the wall and began to edge back the way he had come.
Suddenly he bumped into a wall of flesh, he looked and saw a mountain of a man, dressed in dirty stained leathers straining to hold in his bulk. Olwyn looked up and up past the sloping almost non-existent neck to the flabby bald head and recoiled from the dull gleam of incipient violence showing in the beady eyes.
Stood next to the man-mountain was a snake like man, as thin as the other was fat and grinning in anticipation.

Olwyn began to cast the spell to put the thugs asleep when he, along with the three thugs, were surprised when the thin snake-like man was bowled over and he stumbled into the leader with the eye-patch.
"Come on, Run!" shouted a young lad as he gestured for Olwyn to follow, then turned and ran.
Olwyn decided quickly and ran after him, he ran as hard as he could, barely keeping up with the nimble lad until they finally stopped in a deserted alley panting and breathing hard.
"Thanks," panted Olwyn as he got his breath back, "I owe you one for that..."
The young lad was grinning; he was wearing a black pageboy outfit, a white ruffled shirt with a black waistcoat and black knee length knickerbockers. He looked to be around eight years old, had straight black hair and brown eyes.
"Alright," he said in a jovial high piping voice, "you can buy me a beer!"
The lad, who had introduced himself as Jim, then led them to a lively inn called "The Prancing Pony" and dragged Olwyn inside.

Although Jim kept trying to order a beer, neither the barman nor the waitress would serve him one, the strongest drink he was able to get was milk.
Olwyn ordered a meal for them both and they talked as they ate, Olwyn guessed that Jim must be living on the streets and felt a good meal would be a better recompense than a beer.
After they had eaten their fill and were leaving the inn Olwyn asked Jim, "Do you know where Aldergrove House is?"
"Yeah, 'course I do," said Jim, "I'll take you there if you want."
They set off down the twisting maze-like streets still talking.

A short while later they arrived at a pair of large solid oak gates set in a high garden wall.
"There you go," Jim said indicating the entrance, "Aldergrove House..."
Olwyn felt a subtle connection to Jim, in Jim he saw himself at that age; how he would have been if he had left the home and lived on the streets if Master Jaklin had not taken him as an apprentice.
"Jim," Olwyn said sincerely, "anytime you need help, don't hesitate to ask... you know where I'll be." He then turned and pulled the bell pull by the door built into the gate. He turned back to Jim to say goodbye but he had already gone. Olwyn scanned the streets and saw no sign of him, but turned back to the door when he heard the sound of a bolt sliding back.

The door opened with a loud creak to show a short middle-aged man in dark green robes. He was a little overweight and his head was bald except for a band of short hair running from above his ears round the back of his head.
"Can I help you?" he asked looking warily at Olwyn.
"Umm," Olwyn stammered, "I'm looking for Master Landru."
The short man smiled and said, "Well you've found him, and please just Landru will do fine. What can I do for you?"
"Master Jaklin sent me to learn from you," Olwyn started, "I've got a letter from him..."
At the mention of Jaklin's name Landru's face lit up, "Jaklin? That old coot?" he laughed, "come in lad, come in. How is the old spell bodger?"

Landru pulled Olwyn in through the gate and shut it behind him, and they then walked up the path to the house itself. The house was set in luxurious gardens and well-manicured lawns, surrounded by flowering shrubs and trees.
"Err..." Olwyn stammered with embarrassment, "H-He's fine, I have a letter for you from him in my bag."
"Good, good..." Landru chuckled jovially, " so you want to be a Druid do you?"
"Err..." Olwyn blushed (a druid why would he want to be a druid?), "no, I'm apprenticed to Master Jaklin but..." he paused not sure what to say (what was a druid doing in a city?), "The letter explains it all."
Landru led Olwyn round to the back of the big house and into the kitchens, where he sat him down and bustled about making a pot of tea.
Olwyn dug through his pack until he found the letter and handed it to Landru when he sat down.

Landru read through the letter, and then looked at Olwyn seriously.
"So..." he said tensely, "you need to learn control of your gift do you?"
Olwyn nodded vigorously.
"Jaklin tells me," he said tapping the letter, "that you have trouble controlling the change, true?"
"Yes," Olwyn nodded again, "the last time it happened I was practising spell casting, I fumbled and the backlash caused 'It' to happen."
"Well that's simple enough," Landru smiled and relaxed, "you simply need to concentrate on whichever 'You' you want to be then will the change!"
"That's the problem!" Olwyn exclaimed frustrated, "I've never managed to 'Will the change' as you put it."
"Well there's no time like the present," Landru said as he stood then dragged Olwyn up and out to the back gardens.

"Right!" Landru said as he rubbed his hands together, "think of yourself being your other self."
Olwyn looked back at him confused.
"In your case," Landru added, "a dog. Think of how it feels to be a dog, the sensations, everything you have felt before when you were your 'dog' self!"
Olwyn tried to relax and concentrate, but nothing happened.
"Try closing you eyes," Landru suggested, and 'feel' don't think."
Olwyn closed his eyes and ran through the concentration exercises Master Jaklin had taught him. He searched his memory and felt again what it was like to be a dog. With the memories and feelings Olwyn felt a cool tingling sensation wash over him, he was so startled by this he jerked his eyes open and looked around. Nothing had changed; he still stood on the grass, as human as he was when he started.

"Nothing?" asked Landru disappointed, "it's easy really!"
He then took a step back, relaxed and then changed. His nose and mouth elongated pulling his face out into a snout, his body grew more massive and sprouted fur all over. Finally, stood on all fours in front of Olwyn was a large brown bear.
Olwyn took a step back in surprise. Then just as suddenly as he had changed into a bear Landru changed back to his human self.
"See... easy," Landru said grinning, "you just think of being your animal self to change into it, then think of being your human self to change back."
Olwyn tried again, he relaxed and closed his eyes, thought about the feeling of being a dog, but nothing happened. He kept at it, stood in the warm setting sun trying to relax and 'be' a dog, he felt ridiculous.
"That's enough for now," Landru said startling Olwyn out of his reverie, "we need to sort you out a room to sleep in, come on." Then headed back to the house with Olwyn following dispiritedly behind.

* * * * *

Jen awoke feeling wonderful. She was not sure why but she also had a feeling of anticipation, that the day was going to bring great changes to her life. Perhaps it was her morning dream, whose images were even now vanishing like mist under the desert sun, whatever the reason Jen languished in her nest of blankets and looked forward to the day ahead.
As she lay there her hand drifted down and across her body, almost as if of its own volition, until it rested on her bald little slit. Her fingers began to gently stroke and rub at her lips causing tingling feelings to course through her body. She parted her legs and probed between her now damp pussy lips to the hole nestled within. She slowly pushed her finger into that secret little hole until she met some resistance and a little pain, drew back a little and then pumped her finger in and out without going too deep.
The feelings were new and wonderful to Jen, she moved her other hand down to her slit and rubbed the outside as she had before. As she did she felt a hard little spot near the top of her slit and rubbed it, and when she did that the feelings magnified a hundred-fold and Jen gasped aloud.

That had felt 'good' so Jen rubbed that spot again and again while pumping her finger in and out of her wet little hole. The feelings were getting bigger and bigger like a bubble growing in her stomach. The pleasure was reaching a peak when something burst within her and she experienced her first real orgasm.
As she came her hips thrust up involuntarily and she inadvertently pushed her finger through her hymen, luckily the small amount of pain was lost in the overflowing pleasure of her orgasm.

Later, after she had recovered and she was getting dressed, the state of her ragged clothing forced her to think about getting some new attire. She had not visited the eastern quarter of the city recently, and she knew there should be something on one of the washer women's lines that she could wear.
She climbed out of the hollow in the tree trunk, retied her nest of blankets and hid them far back in the hollow. She nimbly clambered along the branches of the tree to another in the large market square without alerting any of the people passing below her to her presence. From tree to tree she scrambled, unnoticed by the hawkers selling their wares in the square below, until she reached the corner of the square where two building walls met. She climbed down the drainpipe to the ground and skulked along behind the market stalls until she reached one of the roads leading east.

Jen wandered around the eastern quarter of the city for most of the day, every washing line she had seen so far had been guarded or watched. Eventually she saw what she had been looking for; she climbed a tree to look in a walled garden and spotted a washing line that was unguarded. Hanging on the line were a number of black pageboy uniforms, they were not exactly what Jen would have preferred but would have to do.
She quickly jumped down from the tree and nimbly climbed the garden wall. She checked again for any guards, found none, and jumped quietly from the wall into the garden. She quickly pulled a shirt, jacket and knickerbockers from the line and darted swiftly back to, and over, the garden wall.
Unseen by Jen, the black cat that had been following her had seen everything.

Jen took herself to a nearby hideout and quickly changed into the uniform. After giving her face a quick wash and running her fingers through her hair, to clear it of tangles and restyle it a little, she looked quite presentable.

Jen casually walked around the streets and squares of the area, looking inconspicuous, as if she was on an errand for someone. She had spotted what looked like a likely mark; she thought she would be able to get some coins from him. He was a thin but lanky young man wearing a brown cloak and carrying a rucksack over his shoulder.
Jen followed her mark until he turned down an alley. As she cautiously poked her head round the corner she saw her mark stood in front of One-eyed Jack. "Damn!" she cursed and thought that Jack would probably kill the man. She saw his two accomplices Snake and Bulk sneak out of a door behind the man in brown and decided to even it up a bit, "besides," she whispered to herself, almost as if to justify what she was about to do, "he's my mark, I saw him first."
She took off and sprinted down the alley as fast as she could and shoulder barged into Snake.

Snake was hurled forward where he tumbled into One-eyed Jack. While they were untangling themselves Jen shouted, "Come on, Run!" and gestured for the man in brown to follow then turned and ran as fast as she was able.
Jen ran, nimbly dodging the pedestrians walking the streets and turning down various small alleyways, until she was sure that Jack would not catch them.
"Thanks," panted the man in brown as he got his breath back, "I owe you one for that..."
Jen grinned, "Alright," she said happily, "you can buy me a beer!"
Jen stuck out her hand to shake and said, "You can call me Jim." Given her outfit she thought it best to not let him know who or what she really was.
The young man said, "I'm Olwyn, as you can probably guess I'm new in town."
Jen then led the man to a nearby inn called "The Prancing Pony" and dragged him inside.

Jen allowed Olwyn to order and pay for a good meal, although she had tried to get a beer, no one would serve her one.
As they talked Jen had a vague feeling she had met or seen Olwyn somewhere before, although she was puzzled because he'd said he was new to the city.
After they had eaten and were leaving the inn Olwyn asked, "Do you know where Aldergrove House is?"
Jen suppressed a shudder; she had heard strange rumours about that place. With some reluctance she answered, "Yeah, 'course I do... I'll take you there if you want." then they set off.
It didn't take them long to arrive at the gates of Aldergrove House.
"There you go," Jen said pointing at the large wooden gates, "Aldergrove House..."
"Jim," Olwyn said with apparent sincerity, "anytime you need help, don't hesitate to ask... you know where I'll be." Then he turned and pulled the bell pull by the door built into the gate.
Jen hastily but quietly moved away and hid. She watched as Olwyn turned and looked around for her and then turned back when the gate was opened. Jen looked at her surroundings and shivered, somehow in her dim and distant past she knew this place, but didn't know how or why she knew, and that made her uneasy.
Jen sighed in frustration before walking away, she'd had ample opportunity to relieve him of some money but for some reason had not done so. She felt a vague connection to him; she knew she had seen him somewhere before, but where and when? She felt that all this vague feelings and uncertainty would surely drive her mad.
She prowled around the area for a while looking for another opportunity but, when she didn't find anything worthy of her time, she crawled into one of her hideaways and bedded down for the night.

Two days later Jen was still wondering around the same area of the city, the pageboy outfit was holding up well and she had managed to acquire some more coins because of it; running short errands for the local inhabitants.
Jen was not truly watching her surroundings; she was sat at the edge of a market square thinking. That morning, when she woke, she'd had the same vague dream she always did. Only this time she had remembered the face of the man who had dominated those dreams for as long as she could remember, it was the man in brown that she had met only a few days before, 'Olwyn'.
Jen was so deep in thought of what those dreams could mean that she failed to notice the stealthy approach of a greasy snake-like individual.

"Gotcha'!" he hissed triumphantly as he lunged and grabbed Jen's arm with a fierce grip.
Jen readied herself to scream but stopped when she felt the prick of a dagger blade at her throat.
"Don' make a sound," Snake hissed quietly, "and come wiv me!" He then abruptly pulled her up and walked with his arm around her shoulder still holding the blade to her throat.
"One-eyed Jack wants a word wiv ya'," he hissed into her ear gloatingly.
Snake dragged Jen out of the market square and along a street before dragging her down an alleyway. When they reached the middle of the alley the figure of One-eyed Jack stepped out from the shadows and stood with his arms folded looking down at Jen.

"You stopped me getting' what's rightfully mine!" he growled menacingly.
Snake pulled his knife away from Jen's throat but kept a firm grip on her wrist to stop her escaping.
"I reckon," Jack menaced, "we coulda' got at least 10 gold from that bloke. An' now you're gonna' pay us what you lost us!"

"B-But," Jen stammered in fear, "I don't have that kinda' money!"
At that moment there was a low snarl as a black shape suddenly leapt past Jen and clamped its jaws around the wrist that was holding onto her. Snake howled in pain and released Jen; she paused for a startled moment, and then ran from the alley like the dark one himself was after her.
She ran like the wind through streets and squares, dodging round people and objects with an uncanny nimbleness. Eventually she ran out of steam and had to stop near the entrance to a different alley halfway across the city.
She panted for breath as she looked behind her for signs of pursuit. She could see the trail of indignant pedestrians she had left behind her, but was relieved to see that there were no obvious signs of anyone following. Suddenly, as she watched, out from the crowds of people there bounded a black dog, it ran to where Jen was hiding and stopped to sit there panting with its tongue lolling out looking at her.

Jen stared at the dog in wonder; this was the black shape that had bitten Snake and freed her from their clutches. She looked at the dog warily, not sure what it would do next; no she saw that 'it' was a 'he'. She was surprised that he just sat there and panted while looking at her. He didn't look like the other stray dogs she had seen before; his coat was glossy and clean, like he was well looked after, but he wasn't wearing a collar.
She edged cautiously around the dog and then walked along the street further away from One-eyed Jack and his gang. At the next alley she turned to find the dog had been following her quietly. She walked about half way down the alley then stopped and turned, again the dog had padded up behind her quietly.

Jen stood with her hands on her hips looking at the large black dog, for some inexplicable reason she got a feeling that she could trust him.
She quietly said, "Hello dog," and then leant over and timidly reached out to stroke him. As she stretched out her arm the dog moved closer and pushed his head under her hand.
Startled by his movement Jen snatched her hand back, only to giggle nervously and reach out to stroke his head again. This time he sat still and waited patiently as Jen slowly got used to him.
"What do I call you then?" she murmured to herself, "How about Blackie or Sooty."
Just then the dog snorted or sneezed, Jen continued, "No? No I didn't think so either, umm..." after a moments further thought she continued, "I know, 'Jet', yes Jet sounds good don't you think?"
The dog seemed to consider that name for a moment then barked once in apparent agreement.

"Come on then," Jen said, as she stood upright again, "I need to change my clothes if Jack is still after me."
She then walked from the alley with Jet following and went in search of another washing line of clothes she could appropriate.
They wondered around for most of the rest of the afternoon before Jen found a suitable replacement. She quickly nipped over the fence and acquired a still damp dress from the line while Jet stood guard in the alley.
They then quickly but secretively returned to one of Jen's hideouts near the area.

* * * * *

Olwyn woke early, unable to rest in these new surroundings, so he decided to get up and get a head start on his exercises. He walked quietly down the stairs to the kitchen, doing his best to make no noise. As he entered the kitchen he saw Landru sat at the table drinking from a large mug whilst looking out of the window at the dawn.
"I like watching the sunrise each morning," he said without turning, "the city is so peaceful at this time of day."
"How did you..." Olwyn started to ask.
"I heard you come down the stairs," Landru interrupted, and then turned to look at Olwyn and smiled, "ready to try again?"

They both went out into the morning sunshine and sat on the dew-laden grass.
Landru sat for a moment then said, "I want you do describe to me your feelings as you try to 'will the change' ok?"
Olwyn closed his eyes and ran through his concentration exercises again. He searched his memory and tried to describe how it felt to be a dog. With the memories and feelings Olwyn felt a cool tingling sensation wash over him. He snapped his eyes open and explained to Landru about feeling the cool sensation.
"That's it!" he whooped enthusiastically, "just grab onto that feeling and change!"
Olwyn shrugged and tried again, when he felt the cool tingling wash over him he tried to mentally grasp the sensation. Unfortunately no matter how hard he tried to grab the feeling it would slip from his grasp, the harder he tried the quicker it would slip from him.
After a few hours of futile attempts to grasp at that elusive sensation Olwyn gave up in frustration.
"Don't try quite so hard," Landru advised as they returned to the kitchen for lunch.

After eating they returned to the garden, Olwyn to continue his practice and Landru to do some maintenance.
Olwyn continued to try to grasp at straws, and continued to fail until late in the afternoon. He lay on the grass warmed by the afternoon sun and felt for the cool tingling sensation. He had decided to try something different, maybe his gift was a little different from Landru's; after all, he wasn't a druid like him.
He reached for the cool tingle, when he felt it he reached not to grab the feeling but to bathe in it. He felt the tingle change texture to a cold prickle racing across his skin; he opened his eyes to see the world about him growing larger and realised he had done it!
After the change had finished he ran around for a while getting used to his dog-form again, then sat quietly and felt for the cool sensation as he remembered what it was like to be human.

After transforming back to human Olwyn walked deeper into the forest like garden calling for Landru. When they finally found each other Olwyn could hardly contain his excitement, "I did it! I found the trick to change!"
"Well done," Landru said cheerfully and clapped him on the back, "I knew you could do it!"
As they strolled through the overgrown garden Landru turned very serious. "Olwyn I want you to be careful," he explained soberly, "don't lose yourself in your other form. It is all to easy to forget who and what you are when you remain in your animal form for too long, don't let it happen to you too..."
"What happened?" Olwyn asked apprehensive of his gift.
"I once had an apprentice, not much older than you," Landru explained, "he was gifted with a badger form, unfortunately he submerged himself too far into the form and lost his true self. I don't know what happened to him after he left here, but I like to hope he is happy outside the city, as a badger in the wild somewhere."

Olwyn helped Landru with his work in the garden, cutting back a plant here or there. Finally Olwyn could contain his curiosity no longer. "Erm... Landru," Olwyn asked tentatively, "why are you here... in the city I mean."
"Hmm..." Landru answered somewhat distracted, "are man and his works not part of nature?"
"What?" Olwyn asked surprised, "err... I don't know."
"Let me explain," Landru said, "Beavers build dams for beaver purposes and termites build their hills for termite purposes, but both beavers dams and termite hills are part of nature. So too are dams, towns and cities built by man for man purposes."
"I hadn't thought of it that way," Olwyn said thoughtfully.

* * * * *

It was mid-afternoon when the last supplicant left the audience chamber.
"Was he the last of them Maggie," the woman in red asked and gave a heartfelt sigh.
"Yes m'lady," Maggie replied smiling gently.
"Good!" she said and stood suddenly, " I'm going to relax, I don't want to be disturbed unless it's realm threatening!" then smiled and strode toward the door.
She stepped between her guards and walked back to her chambers at a brisk stride.
Maggie exited the audience chamber behind her and watched her stride away.
"'Tis too much," she murmured to herself, "ruling the realm and yet seeing every petitioner who wants to ask their queen trivial questions..." the end of her ramblings was lost as she shuffled away from the chamber.

When the lady in red reached her chambers she locked and bolted the door then raised a spell shield to mask the room from prying eyes.
She touched a certain panel of the wall, which then slid aside silently to reveal a hidden wardrobe containing various items of clothing not becoming to a noble lady.

She picked out a plain but sturdy set of garments, and quickly shrugged out of her scarlet silk gown and then dressed again.
She stood and checked her appearance in her full-length mirror, she tugged her leaf-green jacket straight and plucked a mote from the sleeve of her white blouse. She turned to appraise her rear aspect in the mirror, and found the supple leather of her leggings comfortably snug and alluring. Even when relaxing she liked to look good.
She closed the secret panel again and moved her gown to her bed before she stepped to the centre of the room. She paused for a moment to centre her thoughts and then ran through the gestures and mystical phrases of a spell, at the end of which she vanished with a hushed bamf of inrushing air.

* * * * *

Olwyn was getting tired, even though it was only mid-afternoon, so he returned to the house while Landru continued his work in the garden. As Olwyn was crossing the lawn he felt the familiar tingle of magic and heard a faint bamf noise off to his right.
He quickly turned and drew his dagger, stood on the lawn near the rose bushes was a beautiful woman, she was tall and slender, had straight black hair loose down to her waist, prominent cheekbones and almond shaped brown eyes. She was wearing supple leather leggings and a leaf-green jerkin over a white shirt.
In the moment it took her to recover from her teleport daze Olwyn had stepped up to her and brandishing the dagger he said, "Hold and do not move, what is your business here?"
The woman looked at Olwyn and the dagger he was holding then asked in return, "What business of yours is it what I do in my own gardens?"
"These are the gardens of Master Landru," he said guardedly, "I will take you too him and let him decide your fate." He gestured for the woman to turn and walk deeper into the unkempt gardens, "Keep your hands in sight and attempt no spellcasting."

Olwyn followed as the woman walked slowly deeper into the overgrown gardens and admired the way her bottom looked and moved within the tight confines of her leggings.
"Landru!" Olwyn called out loudly as they walked.
"I think you'll find him this way," then woman smiled and gestured then walked off the path in the direction she had indicated. About five minutes walk later they found Landru.
When he heard their approach her turned and upon seeing the woman he smiled in welcome and closed the distance to clasp her hand, "My lady, how good it is to see you again."
"And you Landru," she smiled back at him, "have you taken another apprentice at last?" she then stepped aside to reveal Olwyn, surprised and still clutching his dagger.
Landru noticed the dagger in Olwyn's hand and scowled, "Put that away before you hurt someone." Then he turned back to the woman and apologised, "My pardon lady, he is the apprentice to a friend of mine, here for some special training."

Olwyn hastily put away his dagger and sketched a bow to the smiling woman, "My pardon Lady, I didn't know..."
"It has been a while since my last visit," she interrupted and smiled, "so it is not surprising Landru forgot to mention me." Then she looked at Landru and cocked an eyebrow in mock reproach and smiled, "although I would hope he would not forget me so easily."
Landru blushed and blustered, "No, no my lady I would never..."
"With your permission Master Landru," she bowed to Landru while still smiling, "I'll take my leave and wander the gardens for a while."
"Indeed my lady," Landru bowed in return, still slightly flushed.

"Who was that?" Olwyn asked in a hushed whisper.
"That," Landru replied smiling, "is Lady Aldergrove. Owner of the house and these gardens, she allows me to stay here when she's not using the place."
"You didn't tell me..." Olwyn chided.
"Well..." Landru said looking sheepish, "she rarely comes here these days," he sighed almost wistfully, "and even then she usually stays in the gardens."
"Anyway," he shook himself out of his daydream, "time for a rest and a drink." He then guided Olwyn back through the undergrowth to the house.

The following morning Olwyn rose later than usual and when he entered the kitchen he found it empty. After preparing and eating a hearty breakfast, he decided to wander the city and take in the sights.
He left a note for Landru on the table, took a few silver and copper coins from what remained of his money and left the house.
He wandered round the nearest market square and was surprised by the large range of things that were on offer. There were various foods and spices from far-away lands with strange sounding names. There were brightly coloured rugs and carpets from the Beladeen tribes of the Ordeulun desert.

As he made his way from one market square to another he spotted what looked like the small form of Jim on the other side of the square, unfortunately he didn't look to be alone.
A tall stick thin man with lank stringy hair was holding Jim's arm in a tight grip. Olwyn tried to get closer but the crowding in the square was against him. When he managed to get to where he had seen them, they were gone.

Olwyn looked around but could not see them anywhere, then he was struck by inspiration and he ducked behind a carpet stall, looked around to make sure he was alone, then closed his eyes and 'willed the change'.
Now in dog-form Olwyn returned to the site he had last seen Jim and sniffed around, literally.
One of the major changes when he was a dog was his sense of smell, it was now MUCH better.
He caught an odd scent that somehow reminded him of fear, which was mixed in with, and almost overpowered by, an acrid greasy smell. Olwyn followed the mixed scents out of the market square and along the street hoping that he had sorted the right one from the melange of the market.

Olwyn followed the two scents round a corner and into an alley. Further along the alley he spotted them and recognised the other figures with them.
There was the scruffy looking man with an eye-patch over his left eye, standing with his arms crossed glaring down at Jim and he appeared to be saying something to him.
The thin snake-like individual was still holding Jim, his left hand gripped Jim's arm while his right held a dagger menacingly.

Olwyn didn't even think; he simply reacted. He galloped along the alleyway and then lunged for Snake's left wrist as a growl escaped his throat.
Snake yelled in pain and snatched his hand back, ripping deep gashes in his wrist in the process. Jim paused for a moment and then sped off like a startled rabbit.
Olwyn growled low and menacingly as Snake curled protectively around his ruined wrist, and then turned and ran after Jim.

Olwyn paused at the entrance to the alleyway, spotted Jim and ran after him trying to catch up.
Jim dodged and swerved running through the crowds of people, Olwyn was only able to follow by using his nose. He followed Jim's scent, which still smelled of fear, until they had crossed half the city.
Olwyn finally caught up with him at the entrance to another alley, where he stopped and sat at Jim's feet and panted for breath.
Olwyn watched as Jim looked at him first in wonder and then with no small amount of fear. Jim edged around Olwyn and then walked up the street to the next alley, Olwyn couldn't leave him alone, so he followed close behind. Jim turned to see if he was following then continued further down that alley.

Jim stopped again and turned to stand with his hand on his hips looking back at Olwyn.
Olwyn could still smell fear about Jim so he stopped a little further away this time.
"Hello dog," Jim said in his high piping voice, and then timidly leant over to stroke his head.
Olwyn saw he was too far away so he scooted forward a little to get in reach, unfortunately his movement startled Jim who pulled his hand back in alarm.
After Jim had tried again and was used to Olwyn he looked thoughtful and murmured, "What do I call you then? How about Blackie or Sooty."
Olwyn thought both those names were laughable, so much so that he laughed," Hah!" out loud, fortunately all that escaped was a snort.

"No?" Jim asked as he looked at Olwyn, "No I didn't think so either, umm..." after another moments thought, "I know, 'Jet', yes Jet sounds good don't you think?"
Olwyn considered it, yes it sounded ok, so he said "Yes!" which of course came out as a single bark.
"Come on then," Jim said as he stood, "I need to change my clothes if Jack is still after me."
As they walked away, Olwyn wondered; was Jack the man with the eye-patch? Was he after Jim because he had stopped the mugging?

Still pondering these questions and others Olwyn followed Jim as he wandered the city.
They were walking down a back alley between low garden walls when Jim told Olwyn to stop and lookout, and then quickly climbed over the wall. A few minutes later he returned with a bundle of material, presumably clothing, and then they quietly walked away.
Jim led Olwyn through the back streets of the city to a little used area of the warehouse district. He lead them to a disused shed at the back of one of the warehouses and pushed on the door, though it was chained and locked it moved far enough to allow Jim and Olwyn to squeeze through into the shed.
Jim led the way through the maze of debris and forgotten equipment to a far corner where a secure shelter had been constructed from discarded cases, odd lumber and discarded material.
Inside the shelter was a comfortable nest of material and old cushions.

As Olwyn sat and looked around the inside of the shelter Jim dropped his bundle of clothing and began to strip off his suit. Olwyn glanced over to Jim and got the second worst shock of his life. Although it was not readily apparent when he was dressed, now he was undressed Jim was very obviously a girl!
And a good looking one at that... while Olwyn watched, 'Jim' had bent over to pull off 'his' knickerbockers, as she did so Olwyn got a very clear view through her legs to a beautiful plump bald little pussy. The way her leg was cocked to one side pulled her labia apart slightly and Olwyn could clearly see a little way into her vagina.

Olwyn was mesmerised by the sight, as the girl struggled with her clothing Olwyn padded up behind her quietly and took an experimental lick.
Jen didn't know what had hit her, she was just changing out of her pageboy outfit when suddenly the dog had licked her, right on her slit.
The rough rasp of Olwyn's tongue caused her to jump up in surprise and let out an "Eep!" noise. Because she was still struggling with her leggings when she jumped, she fell to the floor flailing her arms about.

The brief taste that Olwyn had gotten drove him to distraction, he had to have more. When the girl fell face down to the floor with her trousers around her ankles Olwyn dived right in.
He snuffled and lapped at her little slit from behind, but not able to get to it properly he pulled his head back and tried to turn her over.
Jen struggled to roll over, as soon as she managed it her attempt to get up was stopped as Olwyn stuck his head between her legs and began lapping at her pussy in earnest.

Jen knew it was odd and that she should stop him, but the feeling of the dog's rough and raspy tongue on her sensitive little pussy was just too good. She lay back and let 'Jet' lick as much as he wanted.

Olwyn felt the girl pull her knees up and part them, giving him better access which he then put to good use. He lapped at her slit, trying to reach her clit, and then tried to push his tongue deep into her hole, although she tasted great to him he was not able to do as much as a dog as he would have had he been human.

Jen was in heaven, the feelings were even better than when she played with herself. She reached between her legs and pulled her lips apart. This gave the dog access to her clit that he then began licking like he knew what it was. She knew she was getting close to exploding, she relaxed and let it happen.

Olwyn felt her stiffen as she came and felt, as well as tasted, as her pussy became awash with her little girl juices. He continued licking for a while and then pulled back to let her recover.
Olwyn felt in great need of relief himself but felt it would be unfair to force himself on her, he felt guilty about licking her even though she had obviously enjoyed it. He backed off to another part of the nest and lay down to hide his raging erection.

Jen recovered from her orgasm and looked over to see Jet lying in a corner watching her. She had heard rumours of ladies training their pets for their own enjoyment but had never believed them, until now. To be honest she felt a little guilty using him like that. She finished changing to her shift and then lay down to sleep.

The girl recovered and finished dressing while smiling in Olwyn's direction occasionally.
Now dressed in a slip like shift she laid out the clothing she had stolen, which was a pale green dress, and prepared for the night. As she curled up on the nest of cushions she patted the space beside her for Olwyn to lie down.

"Now we know each other better," she whispered to him, " I suppose I'd better tell you my name..." after a pause she said, "hello Jet, I'm Jen..." then she chuckled softly as Olwyn lifted his paw to 'shake hands'.

As Olwyn settled himself beside Jen on the cushions he thought back on his day and the changes it had wrought on him, and what would tomorrow bring?

Author's Note:
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