The Shaman's apprentice - chapter one - The Spirit of The Trees

The concoction was awful. The taste of the brew slithering down his throat reminded him of moldy leaves and spoiled meat, bile rising as he forced down another swallow. His pristinely white snout scrounged up in distaste and his bright blue eyes were hidden away behind his eyelids, trying to avoid the sight of the greenish drink he was holding in the burned-clay cup.
"Don't shy away from it, Aiden, seeing, smelling and tasting bad things are a part of life, especially so for an apprentice shaman like yourself," said a much-older white fox who sat across him. The teenage fox opened his eyes and stared directly into the heavy-lidded, green eyes hidden deep in the furrows of his master. 
Kagan was well into his elder years, his fur, once as pristine as young Aiden's, had turned a motly white-grey, his whiskers long and his snout utterly grey. His ears could barely keep upright and often flopped down on his head, making him look inattentive for most of the day. However, many a rap on the head from the elaborately carved walking stick discarded at the entrance to the hut had shown Aiden that his master was far more attentive than most. His attention to details, to the movements of the wind and the weather, the sounds of the forest and the moods and ailments of their people, made him perhaps the [i]most[/i] observant member of the tribe.  
The elaborate head-dress made from animal bones, feathers and weaved wood twigs of 22 trees (all of which Aiden could recite from heart) rattled as the old Shaman took another sip of his own brew, shaking his head a little in the proces, his lips curling up just a notch, but just enough so that his apprentice could recognise distaste. His two years studying under him had taught him to read his every mood and expression, often a key factor to avoid getting a sore skull.
"Did you hear me, boy? I said don't shy away from it. Unpleasant things are often stepping stones to a better life. A deeper life. More profound.." He trailed off, seemingly lost in thought, "more depth can be found in a soul that has willingly cast itself into the great unknown rather than stay in the safe confines of the mundane." Nodding to himself, the grey-muzzled shaman seemed pleased indeed with his choice of words, and Aiden took this oppurtune moment to take another sip of the foul brew, not quite closing his eyes fully this time from the horrid taste. When he looked up from his cup, his master was observing him intently and smiling gently. "So, before travel into the spirit realm together, I need for you to tell me what this is and what its purpose is. Let me hear how many of my teachings got into that thick skull of yours," the last said with a wry twitch of his muzzle.
Aiden instinctually rubbed the back of his head with his other paw, before letting it fall into his lap and taking a deep breath, collecting his thoughts: "Greencap mushrooms, two fistsfulls, first roasted in the wicker basket with fire-heated rocks until fully brown, then boiled in the iron pot for 30 beatings of the heart before set to cool directly in the river, then brought to the barest of simmers for a full day until this.. Err. Drink is left behind."
Kagan nodded, another rattling from his headdress. "And the purpose of all that work?"
"To learn magic!" Aiden blurted out, before covering his mouth and blushing. 
The shaman didn't take his youthful enthusiasm badly and grinned broadly: "Haw, you won't learn any magic. How many times must I tell you? The powers you gain from the spirits are not yours, they are of the spirits, by the spirits and are not to be regarded as [i]yours[/i]." He sighed deeply, as only an old man confronted by the stupidity of youth is want to. "So why are we here today, drinking this laborous tea?" He accentuated his point by taking another sip, the cup getting closer to empty, motioning for Aiden to do the same.
With squinting eyes and puckered mouth the young vulpine made ready to give the answer as he thought the old shaman would hear it: "The greencap tea will open our minds to world of the spirits. I will have to meet the elder spirits and ask for their favour, for their blessing and for their powers to reach into this world on my behalf," his speech quickened with excitement, "Their magic will be mine to use and will serve to protect our tribe, to heal its members, to aid in childbirths and ease the passing of those who are close to death. With time I will become the next shaman of our tribe and will serve it with the same dedication as you have, Master." 
[i]Oh gods and spirits, that sounded so pompous![/i] he thought, blushing and lowering his head in shame. A moment passed, then another. Aidens blush grew deeper and his stomach felt like firepit's worth of stones had settled in it. His face flushed and his head sank even lower, his mind a turmoil of emotions he couldn't control anymore. His thoughts began to race and he considered the deeper implications of what he had said and what it meant. He considered the importance of the position of shaman and was suddenly utterly and deeply aware of how insignificant and full of delusions of grandeur he truly was. Then suddenly, a realisation and a sensation of loss and mourning, his inner eye projecting the image of his master's empty, dead eyes, as the limp body was lowered into a grave, grieving tribesmen standing around. His eyes welled up.
A tear ran down his downcast muzzle.
Suddenly a jolt of emotion, the intimate sensation of [i]touch[/i] was applied under his muzzle, the gentle yet strong hand of his master cupping his chin and lifting his head up. Through blurry vision the old shaman seemed to be glowing. His reassuring smile, revealing a dozen fangs, seemed to cast a hundred rays of light across his vision.
"give me your cup, pup, I think you are ready to see the spirit world now. No no, don't get up. Here, lie back on this deerskin. Yes, just like that. Get comfortable. I will stay with you the whole journey. And don't forget, [i]be respectful[/i] and do [i]whatever[/i] the spirit you meet asks of you!"
With those last words burning in his mind, the young apprentice felt the veil of reality slipping away and he fell down and down and down...

Kagan set down the quarter full cup of greencap-tea next to his own empty one and hummed to himself, seeming pleased. The trick when making those brews was getting the strength just right, which was always impossible, you either harvested weak mushrooms and barely got unhinged enough to see halos, let alone commune with spirits, or you slipped off the deep end and travelled directly to the spirit realm. Though he was used to the effects, this particular batch was obviously of the latter kind. He hummed again happily, such powerful effects were a good sign that the spirits had deemed their journey worthy. The old shaman looked around the hut, everything seeming too bright or too dark, every object he focused on standing out, filling his entire vision until he swept his eyes further again. He didn't know what he was looking for among the score of ritualistic wooden or bone objects placed on the various shelves. Or which headdress he should choose from the seven that hung from his walls. He gently turned around, the room a pleasant blur, looking from stag, to boar, to wolf, to... Yes! His eyes, his mind, his very soul reached out for the headdress with the skull of a large jaguar, perfectly preserved by his old master, meticulously kept clean and occasionally rubbed with holy ointment to keep the fur from loosing its shine and its connection to the spirit world. It's eyes consisted of two polished yellow jasper stones carved to resemble the eyeballs and a black pearl halfed and glued on to act as pupils. In his present state of mind, the eyes were practically glowing, beconing him closer, compelling him to wear it. The rattling of his own headdress being put down briefly brought lucidity, and he quickly gathered forth a few object he expected to use in the séance. With some trepidation he took down and put on the jaguar headdress, which was more of a half-cloak, covering his shoulders and upper chest. For a moment he was lost in sublime pleasure as he stroked the pristine black-rosetted tawny-yellow fur. Stroking, stroking. So pleasant. The static inside his mind almost brought him to his knees, his member stirred in his sheath, such was the pleasureable feel of that sacred fur. But Kagan hadn't become shaman by being weak of mind, and with a sense of loss he let go of the fur and came back to the world of the living, light and objects still playing games with his eyes. 
He steeled himself, readied his mind and sank into a crosslegged position besides his young apprentice who was lying motionless on the floor. The young white fox had his eyes rolled all the way to the back of his head, and his breathing was easy, but rapid. Kagan leaned in over him and listened to his heart, fast, but [i]strong[/i], he knew in his heart they were both ready now. With both hands he grabbed the headpiece which was hanging behind his back, and brought it above his own. As the shadow descended over his eyes he steeled himself for the being he would be sharing minds with. Preparing himself.
To Become.

[i] Aiden came to himself standing in the middle of a forest. Compared to how unsettled his mind had been before travelling through the veil between the world, he now felt calm and at peace. He inhaled deeply, the air seeming thinner and less.. Substantial. He noticed he was standing on a twisting foorpath, carving its way through the underbrush weaving between the great trees. Every plant here did not seem insubstantial though, the trees were so tall he had to crank his neck to see the crowns even of those far away. The underbrush was dense and packed with large colourful flowers, apple-sized berries, knife-long thorns and leaves in all shades of green from the most delicate spring notes to the deepest almost black nuances. He took a glance behind him and the forest there seemed even more dense and somehow foreboding. He knew in his mind he had to go forward. Had to follow the path and see where it lead him.
Each step along the path brought new sights, but also sounds. Larger-than-life insects were scuttling, buzzing and scurrying about. Vibrantly-coloured birds chirped and cawed and screeched. The slighest rush of the thin air brought about a cacaphony of rattling woodlimbs and rustling leaves. And below it all was almost a melody, like the haunting tune of a string instrument building up in intensity. He began to feel anticipation. He began to feel fear. The rustlings of the undergrowth seemed to harbor ill intent. Aiden began to cold sweat, the age-old prey instinct to run and hide prickling in the back of his head. His blue eyes glanced about as he turned first one way then the other, before a sudden breath of wind alerted him to something above him. He barely began to look upwards when a huge weight crashed down upon him [/i]

Kagan, in his trance, was seeing double. He was in the hut, standing above his apprentice, yet he was also in the forest, high up on a branch, ready to jump down and attack his prey. In his hands he held what could easily be described as weapons: two metal grips with sharpened hooks going out between his knuckles. Those were definately [i]not[/i] part of the items he had made ready, but the great spirit controlling his body had made its choice. He felt sorry for the kid for what was to come.

[i] Aiden's breath was crushed from his lungs as the massive creature landed on him, its huge paws leaving deep and painful gashes on his shoulders. He screamed out and struggled in vain to get free, but the oppressive weight of the giant predator and its powerful paws kept him to the ground. Though he had become much taller and stronger since hitting his growth spurt, the white fox was powerless against the large creature pinning him down. It brought its muzzle close to his face and growled and he sobbed with fear, instinctually unloading the content of his bladder  [/i]

As the scent of piss filled the room and the moistening of his apprentice's trousers and the deerskin beneath became evident, Kagan huffed, "You sure know how to make an entrance."
A deep voice from within his head growled, "shut up, old man, this kid needs to be taught [i]respect[/i]!"

[i]A feeling of dread and a shame hammered through Aiden's mind. The creature snapped its slavering jaws right in front of his eyes, spatters of spittle dropping on his face before pulling its head back and staring down at him with golden-yellow eyes and deep dark pupils. It's growling continued, a deep rumble emanating from its chest, it's paws kept his shoulders in a vice-like grip, each movement making the gashes hurt. Aiden knew in the back of his head that his journey to the spirit world was supposed to be about meeting sentient creatures, yet he was surprised when a voice came from the creature
"Hmmm, such a pitiful specimen. Loosing control of your body like that, the action of preyyyy." The voice trailed off, Aiden wide-eyed at its speech. "Did you not come here to ask the favours of the spirit world? Were you not prepared? How could you ever hope to attain our boons with such a weak soul?" the creature asked with scorn, its claws momentarily digging deeper into Aiden's flesh and making him gasp in pain.
The young apprentice didn't answer, too scarerd to think straight, too over-awed by the massive jaguar standing atop of him. It's motley-yellow fur with black rosettes shined with the gleam of health and strength, the white patch of fur on its chest almost radiant to behold. The spirit once again moved it's massive head close to his own and stared viciously into his eyes, "Tell me you name, young weakling."
The automatic reply came out of his mouth before even thinking, "My name is Aiden Oakbranch, what's yours?" As soon as the last word came out of his mind he instinctually tried to press his body and head deeper into the ground, fearful of the reprisal for such a flippant answer.
Once again, the giant creature surprised him, a low coughing sound coming from its throat, it was with some consternation that he realised it was laughing at him. It let the oppressive weight off his shoulders and stepped back a couple of paces. "Hello, Aiden of the Oakbranch family. My name is Unamoru, grand-ancestor of all jaguars, the greatest stalker, the greatest climber, the greatest," the creature took a pause and it's features changed from an expression of bemusement to one of coiled danger, "killer among all the spirits of the forest." The great jaguar regarded Aiden with narrowed eyes, seemingly weighing him and obviously finding him not worthy. "Why does a weak prey such as you present yourself in front of me?" it asked.
"My master sent me here." Aiden replied
"For what purpose?"
"To learn how to become a shaman," Unamoru's expression darkened further, "No! To ask the favours of the great spirits and ask for their blessings and help and power in becoming shaman so I can help and protect my tribe!" Aiden quickly stammered.
The great cat stood up to full attention, Aiden realising it was higher to the shoulders than even the tallest hunter in his tribe. Great muscles rolled under the spirit's fur as it seemingly rolled its shoulder, a surprisingly bipedal action that made it look more sentient than its beastly visage told. It's expression softened to one of haughty disdain, not quite unlike the house-cats back home. "That was better. You want our boon. You want MY blessing," it's voice rising like the boom of nearby thunder, "and why should I, the great Unamoru, give you my blessing, my favour and grant you even a fraction of my power?! Get on your feet child! Answer me!"
Aiden scrambled the best he could, his face grimacing with pain as he put weight on his shoulder to rise. On his feet he took a second to think, to reflect on the nature of this proud beast, and immediately dropped to his knees and leaned forwards, his paws gripping the ground as his voice rose from his lowered face. "I will do whatever you ask of me, undertake whatever quest you may assign and promise to never use your blessing unless in the service of my tribe!"
"Bah! I care not for your tribe! They are not my kin. Neither are you! What matters is how you will serve me!" Aiden looked up with worry and surprise, "WHAT? You thought that I would serve YOU? Foolish cub, none of the great spirits will ever submit to a mortal such as yourself. Maybe some of the herbivores, the prey, will willingly aid you without much effort on your part. But I, the great Unamoru, I. Do. Not. Serve!"
The young apprentice had kept his head lowered during the entire tirade, but now he raised it, tears glistening in his eyes, but a determined expression on his face. "I understand,  great Unamoru, I realise now how I have misunderstood the relationship between the spirits and mortal world." Aiden's expression dropped slightly with worried anticipation."I- I will serve," [/i]

Kagan had been standing motionless in front of his prone apprentice since the spirit had let him remove the sharpened claw-like weapons from Aiden's shoulders. Bright red blood, glistening and shimmering in his trance-like eyes, was flowing down from the shallow cuts and seeping onto the urine-wetted deerskin. He was worried, but also happy. So far the young fool had managed to avoid getting the great cat into a murderous rage. He briefly considered how the jaguar spirit would have used his body to commit the act and wondered if he would have had the mental fortitude to resist. Spirits could be fickle, but Unamoru was [i]powerful[/i], one of the oldest, most proud and most dangerous creatures of the forest. The powers he lent were great as well, not so much for healing, but for protecting the tribe he was perhaps the best spirit to have on your side. Camuflage, plant growth, predatory strength and skill and murderous prowess were his main attributes to the mortal world. The power of plant growth had perplexed the grey-muzzled shaman in his younger years, but he had realised in time that a creature that spent so much time in hiding and waiting, would create bonds with the beings that aided him. A symbiotic relationship of aid and cover where the great cat would deliver entrails, blood and bones for the growth of new roots, shoots and seedlings, his favorite climbing trees and covering bushes destined to grow big and multiply from the nutrients he delivered in return.
"See?" the deep voice within Kagan's mind rumbled. "[i]Respect.[/i] This kid actually has some sense in him, unlike certain other apprentices I have met."
The old shaman curled his grey muzzle up in a wry smile, remembering his own first encounter with the Unamoru, one that had begun much more favorably yet ended in much pain. He rubbed his hands, double-mirrored as great spotted paws, absently across his abdomen where the scars were. "I was stubborn once, I'll admit," he shot back.
He sensed amusement from the spirit, before both their attentions were brought back to the teary-eyed Aiden/the prone Aiden. The scent of fearful urine filled his nose, twice as strong now that he was getting fully back into the trance, his sense of smell coming from both the mortal and the spirit world. He knew the next thought before it even became vocalized, as his mind melted with Unamoru's again.

[i]To Aiden, only moments seemed to pass, looking up to the face of the great jaguar and trying to judge if he had satisfied it with his words. It's expression has changed once again from fearsome predator to haughty housecat, looking down its nose at him, as if deeming him unworthy of even moving it's head just to look at him. The great spirit wrinkled his nose and narrowed his eyes. 
"You smell like fear. You smell weak. You cannot serve me like this! I must wash off that sense of prey before I can even consider for you to serve me.  [/i]

"Oh no. Oh nonono." Kagan complained in his mind. "You goddamn cats and your goddamn fixations." He knew what was coming now, and apparently the spirit-travelling Aiden did as well. His eyes were still rolled back, yet he moved to his knees on the soggy deerskin, blood now travelling down his arms and dripping off his fingers to stain the deerfur in a new spot. Looking up at his master with absent eyes. Kagan had some difficulty undoing his trousers, his large jaguar paws almost too clumsy to grab the strings, but he succeded and quickly discarded them onto the floor behind him.

[i]"Don't move, foolish fox cub, let me mark you and wash away that fearful stench," Aiden's eyes grew large as teacups, a protest almost forming in his mind before he reconsidered. Instead he kept to his knees, his arms at his sides and his face turned upwards, willingly facing this trial. The great Jaguar spirit, eyes dancing merrily now, fur shimmering as if illuminated for a dozen light sources, turned his back to the kneeling fox and backed towards him. [/i]

The urge was strong, his bladder demanded release, there was no stopping. 
"Gods damn it Unamoru, I only had that skin made last year!" he complained
"Shut up, greymuzzle, get into position, if your bones can handle it." The booming voice guffawed in his head, as the old fox, with some difficulty and a couple of joints clicking loudly, lifted his left leg and bent forward, awkwardly keeping his balance on one legs, angling his sheath towards his apprentice.

[i]Aiden was surprised when a strong jet of piss struck him straight on his face, spattering into his eyes causing them to burn. His face blushed deeply with embarassment and humiliation as the great cat marked him as its territory. The strem was relentless and his headfur was soon matted with the fluid, before the great jaguar switched aim and the stream struck him right on the top of his chest, the spray now sending droplets of stinging pee into the gashes on his shoulders. The spirit swayed it behind from side to side, and now Aiden's wounds truly burned as they were directly sprayed onto. He gritted his teeth as new tears formed in his eyes, determined to endure the spirit's version of a shower. Now the behind of the creature was lowered, and its urine landed directly in his lap, the patter resonating through his trousers, causing his body to betray him by having his member stir in its sheath. The stream stopped abrubtly.
"Get out of your clothes, fox cub." Unamoru's voice demanded [/i]

Kagan was in quite the uncomfortable position as he watched his absent-eyed apprentice wriggle out of his clothes from his kneeling position, while he stood on one leg, his muscles burning, his joints creaking and his bladder screaming for release. The abrupt stopping of the flow made his member jolt with stabbing pain. He vehemently cursed the quietly laughing spirit in his head before melting together again.

[i]As soon as Aiden had discarded his sogging wet and strong-smelling clothes, the stream of jaguar piss began again. As before it struck right on his crotch, but with the trousers off, some of the jet made its was directly into his sheath, easily coaxing forth a throbbing teenage erection within seconds. The young apprentice couldn't help but look down at the red meat pulsating from between his loins, glistening wetly and still being pissed on. 
"I need to wash the sense of fear away from your insides as well," the great spirit's voice boomned, "open you mouth."
His ears curled all the way down and his bushy tail crept down completely in a mixture of submission, disgust and humiliation. The sense of sexual thrill mixing in as well. He opened up, his tongue sticking out. In one movement the spray changed direction from his throbbing member to his mouth, the incredibly potent urine filling it up and beginning to run down his muzzle. His nose and tongue burned from the acrid smell, but he didn't need to be goaded to swallow, the spray splashing against his fangs as his mouth closed briefly. He managed three more heavy, warm swallows before the stream died down, the trickle tickling first his chest, then crotch and still-erect member before stopping completely.
The great jaguar turned around, it's face relaxed and pleased as it moved its muzzle close to his. It's big nostrils flared, then it moved lower, sniffing his body, sniffing his erection before giving it three coarse laps of it's tongue causing it to jump and Aiden to make a shrill yipping sound. A purring came from it's chest as its massive head looked up and licked him on his muzzle. "Good pup. You did well. You have learned to submit, your smell of prey and weakness is gone. Your arousal gives off a new scent now, one of determination and initiation into adulthood. No longer shall you be a frightened child, it's time to become a man, to feel the intimate connection of the world. To not give into your fears, but to confront them, not to yield, but to accept and move forward."
It sat down on its haunches, a massive erection sprouting from it's crotch. It was easily as long as Aiden's underarm, covered in viciously-looking small barbs.
"I want you to serve me, Aiden of the Oakbranch family. Please me with your mouth and your behind and my boon shall be yours."
"My b- b- Behind?" The white fox asked nervously.
"Indeed," the big cat purred, "but first with your mouth, to entice me and to make it slick with your spit. I don't want to make you suffer more than what is neccecary," it said, with a twinle in its eyes. 
Aiden gulped, he didn't think he could take that viciously-looking rod of painful barbs without bleeding out internally. Unamoru seemed to hear his thoughts. "Don't worry, cub, what happens here and what happens to your physical body is not the same. You won't be harmed, of that you have my word."  
The shaman's apprentice nodded warily, not at all convinced, his tailhole was tensing up just from the thought alone of taking the spirit's member. Like most boys of the tribe he had fooled around with other boys his age, had even had his virginity taken the year before, but nothing had ever prepared him for such a monster of a cock. He blushed at the thought, his somewhat flaccid penis throbbing gently, not sure whether to stay for the action or retreat into its sheath. "Get me wet, foxcub, don't keep me waiting. You must submit to me if you want my boon!" Unamoru said with lust in his booming voice.
Aiden made his decision and crawled forward on hands and knees, strong-smelling urine dropping from his matted fur and marking the forest ground with Unamoru's scent.[/i]

Kagan was on his knees, prepared for the advancing boy, the wooden tool he had tied around his waist and between his legs was ready to be serviced. It was made from wood of the Bloodred Oak tree, meticulously crafted in his youth after bonding with the great jaguar spirit, polished to a glimmering sheen that reflected light as well as any lacquer. A curved base formed the bottom, through which the leather straps holding it were fastened. It was as long as his hand, about 7 inches, the base as wide as three fingers gently curving to around a finger's width at its tip. Numerous rounded bumps had been carved out, imitating the feline member without its destructive potential, the polished wood easily capable of entering without tearing, but very capable of bringing forth the sensation of being mounted by a feline.
His apprentice's mouth engulfed it.

[i]The taste was overwhelming, though no word could serve to describe the otherworldy musk which drew tones from both strong urine, semen, grass, nuts and morning dew. The scent was overpowering, more of the same and then some, as his mouth took in the huge member as deeply as possible. Despite it's length and size, he found it surprisingly easy to take it halfway to the great beast's crotch, before sliding back, letting his tongue caress those peculiar spines. Unamoru was purring loudly, his great tail swishing back and forth with sexual agitation, occasionally tensing straight up and fluffing up before reverting to the side-to-side motion, as the young apprentice serviced him. 
It was obvious that this was not the first time Aiden had played around with other males, and to the big cat's surprise he found that the tongue-caresses were something he had never felt done so marvelously well. His lust grew with each rhythmic bob of the white fox's head and pre was deposited liberally into the sucking mouth. 
As he got more used to the size and texture, Aiden took the feline cock deeper and deeper into his mouth, tickling the back of his throat and going even further down, the spirit's purring intensifying with each motion. Then he became to adventurous and took it too deep, trying to rip his face off that huge cock, wheezing and coughing.
"Oh no you don't," Unamoru growled with savage lust, gripping the young fox's head in one of his enormous paws and forcing him onto his cock with unstoppable force, ramming it in all the way to the hilt in one go and rapidly slamming his muzzle against his crotch. Aiden was making panicking sputters as his throat tried to accomodate the massive member and his gag reflex was pushing beyond its limit, spittle and snot being ejected from his nose as his body tried to force out the foreign object, loud retching noises accompanying the delightful spasms of that vice-like throat.[/i]

"Oh no you don't", Kagan growled, and forcefully pushed his apprentice off the simili-penis strapped to his waist, "I'm NOT cleaning up vomit as well today! That deer skin is perfectly salvagable, but not with Greencap mushroom brew all over it." He looked worriedly down at the still in-trance boy, who was coughing and had probably been a heartbeat away from ejecting the contents of his stomach.
"Foolish old man, will you deny me my pleasure? Your apprentice's throat is warm and oh so tight!"
"You wanted to take his ass, remember? You wanted your dick lubricated first, right? It's done, spirit, don't torment the boy for no reason now that you have his submission!"
"Harrumph! [i]Respect[/i]. You never learned it Kagan," but the great spirit did not force the issue, sensing the old shaman's determination. They merged again.

[i]Air! Pain! Air! Aiden was sputtering and coughing with his hands on the forest floor, ripping up moss with each painful spasm. Drool and viscous spit was flowing from his mouth and snot from his nose, his throat burning with residual pain from that forceful stretching and those vicious barbs. He looked resentfully up at the great spirit with tears running freely from his eyes, Unamoru almost blurred into non-existance, nothing more than a yellowish/blackish shape melting in with the rest of the forest. The creature sat perfectly still, it's throbbing erection still standing proudly, waiting impatiently for the young apprentice to get his breath back. 
Anamoru noticed that the young fox had lost his erection, and decided he needed the pup to be aroused for the next part to be any fun. "And to keep Kagan happy," it thought wryly.
He stalked forward, graceful even with his erection bobbing between his legs, matting his muscle-ripped thighs with spittle and precum, settling on his haunches in front Aiden. The spirit knew that bi-pedals, much unlike feral creatures like himself, needed to be cared for when they had been taken roughly. So he began to work. His tongue lapped at the side of the muzzle of the surprised apprentice who had just dried his eyes and looked at him watchfully, almost scurrying back when the great spirit came close. Again and again it scraped against his matted headfur and muzzle, over the eyes and against his sensitive nose. Occasionally the pup would sniffle, his nostrils rapidly clearing up and allowing him to breath freely. The massive head dipped lower and licked his torso now, much longer scraping licks from bellybutton to the chest, occasionally making little nibbles around his nipples, sharp teeth delicately pinching them causing them to stiffen.
Aiden could feel his member stirring in its sheath once again and began to pant, the gentle ministrations of the great spirit coaxing it further out once it lowered it's head and licked around his crotch, under his balls and directly on the red meat slowly standing to attention. His eyes were closed now, panting loudly, a stirring in his loins and a tightening of his balls getting him close to release. Then he whined loudly as the jaguar's mouth took his member fully, its dextrous tongue wrapped it's way all around his emerged knot, fully drawing his cock out of his sheath. His right knee lifted from the ground and started thumping the forest floor in a quick rhytm.
And then it stopped. He opened his eyes and looked pleadingly at the spirit, so close to grabbing his quivering dick himself and finishing it himself.
Onamoru was almost laughing with delight. He might not be able to torment the boy in a physical sense, but teasing him this close to orgasm was definately allowed under Kagan's rules. His own member had not gone down the least, the spirit had been looking forward to the part that was to come.
"Turn around, pup, and lift your tail. It's time we finish this," he growled with unearthly lust in his deep voice. 
It took Aiden four heartbeats to scramble around and present his white-furred butt with raised tail to the great spirit.
"Glad you're so eager now, but don't get too far ahead of yourself. This time I won't take you until you wish it. Take me in as slowly as you want, as fast as you dare, I'll know when you are ready." Onamoru moved forward and began to lap gently at the pucker so proudly presented to him, willing to postpone his pleasure just a little bit longer for the sake of Aiden's wellbeing[/i]

Kagan sniffed in deeply as he began to work on the quivering pucker, glad for the ancient tradition of a hot-stone steambath before communing with the spirits. The scent was merely quite musky, and of course rife with both his and Aiden's urine, but nothing he couldn't handle.

[i]Aiden felt wonderful getting his tailhole serviced like this. Even when Elokar had taken his virginity last summer he hadn't done this, only used cooking fat as lube to ease his entry.
This was something very different. The warmth and the intelligence behind the tongue, how it darted from side to side, pressing itself teasingly inside before dancing away, it drove him hot with lust and he began to press his hips backwards onto it.
"I think we can begin now. I will get in position and let you do the rest, pup."
The massive shadow of the jaguar enveloped him, soft bellyfur brushing against his body as it stepped forward slowly, it's white chest and massive forelegs obscuring the dim light from the treetops as its member pressed directly against his pucker. He knew what to do, his slick tailhole enveloped the precum-glistening head of the massive cock and took in the first couple of inches. Aiden sighed with pleasure, his throbbing erection sending sparks in his mind that seemed to join with the dull throb of ecstasy of having something up his butt. He pressed down further, another few inches, and grimaced a little from the bite. He tried to relax and moved his body forwards first before pushing back further on that massive cock. Each inch stretching him further than he had ever been stretched before, each small ridge and spine of that feline cock causing wierd, painful and pleasureable sensations all at once.
Aiden settled into a careful rhytm, slowly the pain of being streched out diminished and the joy of getting more and more full took over. He took the cock almost to the hilt, gasped and moved forward so only the first couple of inches remained inside him. He took it just as far again, the bite this time noticeably diminished. And again. And again.  Again. Each time he took it to that point he felt so full he could burst, each move causing his throbbing canine cock to spurt out another jet of pre, matting the forest floor with his young scent. 
Above him, the great jaguar purred as loud as he had ever heard him so far, thick predatory drool ran down his lips in fat streams and slithered to the ground in front of his face.
Aiden sped up his rhytm, each time almost fully taking that long and fat cock and each time pulling it out to its very tip. His balls were tightening up from the deep pleasure within him and he got closer and closer to a handless release, something he had never experienced, but felt would be accomplished today.
"Onamoru," he managed to whimper, "please take me now." [/i]

Kagan had been anticipating this moment with some dread. He knew how felines mated, and he feared his old joints might not be up to the task, but his body was barely under his control and the great jaguar spirit was coursing through his veins, lustfully drooling through his synapses, there was no holding back, the very tip of the bumpy reddish oak phallus was held just inside the quivering pucker of his young apprentice. The white tail was held up and jittered with anticipation. The red meat of his cock, [i]big for his age[/i], he absently thought, was throbbing and unloading jet after jet of of precum onto that damned soiled deerskin. The old shaman gritted his teeth, and [i]slammed[/i] the wooden contraption all the way to the hilt with all the force he could muster.

[i]Aiden yipped and yelped as the fat cock of the great jaguar spirit slammed into him with ruthless, carnal drive. Now it wasn't retracted to the tip, oh no. Quick, hard and brutal thrusts pushed him down into the mossy ground, his whole body being rocked forward which each vicious thrust, leaving a wound in the soil as his body was taken with animalistic abandon. Those barbs that had been curiously tickling his insides were now rearranging them in never-before seen patterns. Each shallow, hard thrust made him yip! loudly, again and again and again.
Yet his cock throbbed with pleasure, his prostate sending jolts of electricity though his body, his arms quivered, his legs shook, the fat cock claiming his ass turned hard pain into spiky pleasure that brought him ever closer to the edge. [/i]

Kagan was breathing with some effort now, his old body groaning and creaking from the vigerous excersize. "Onamoru..." he warned in his mind.
"Yes yes, taste some youth, greymuzzle," the spirit absentmindely replied before an extreme surge of life energy coursed through the old shaman's body, perhaps granting a bit more than was neccecary.
Kagan felt rejuvinated, all his pains and aches were gone and youthful energy flowed through his veins. He increased his speed, felt it was still too slow and sped up even more, the oak phallus a blur to his sweat-stinging eyes.

[i]Aiden was fully unprepared for the sudden incease in speed and feriosity that drove him several paces across the forest floor in the matter of a few dozen heartbeats. His ass felt like fire, his prostate sent lightning streaks through his body, his dick bobbed and weaved brought fully over the edge. With a stacato scream of  pain and pleasure the young fox released his seed all over the forest floor, each rapid-fire thrust causing him to shoot. spurts and spatters crisscrossing all over the moss.
A roar announced the climax of the great jaguar. Its thrusts lost rhytm and went back to the deep all-the-way-in allmost-all-the-way-out thrusts of before as it filled the pup with its seed.
A deep calm fell over the forest as Onamoru looked down at the shaking and panting apprentice, the mating over. 
"The world needs more shamans, young pup, if they are all as good at pleasuring me as you have been. You have my boon. You have my favour. You may serve me in the future."
With that it unserimoniously pulled out its cock, causing Aiden to gasp loudly in pain from the too-sudden movement that felt like it dragged half his intestines out with it. The world faded to black and he fell into oblivion.
 [/i] 

A couple of hours had passed, and Kagan's apprentice still hadn't woken up. 
The old shaman had bandaged the wounds on his shoulders, washed himself and the unconsious teenager in the river, put his deerskin into a vat of Naba plant leaves to clean out the scents and all that hard-to-remove semen, and even calmed down a couple of tribesmen who thought something was amiss based on the loud noises that had come from his hut.
He knew he should feel exhausted, but he felt giddy. The injection of life energy was still running through his veins and felt 40, nay, 50 years younger, each step had a spring in it and none of his joints were aching. 
The only thing aching was his throbbing erection. It had been years since he had last felt like a sexual being, all that work and effort and often seemed pointless to him when he could only make a weak dribble and often had to get up and piss five times during the night afterwards. But now he felt voraiciously [i]hungry[/i], and he let his hand grab the throbbing piece of meat and stroke it gently.
"Don't worry, Kagan, I have a feeling who the next spirit he will run into will be, and then you will get a proper release like you haven't had in years. Just wait," Onamoru's voice chirped.
He looked at the naked, young man lying on his stomach on top of his prized bear-rug.
"One can only hope," he said with a husky note of lust as he wiped off a bead of pre from his cock and brought it to his lips.