Many rumors surround the great hollowed tree within the forest boughs. Some say it’s just an old, overgrown oak tree. The more superstitious think it to be haunted by an evil fey creature of some sort. Most, though, understand the more reasonable truth: it is the home of a young wizard, who simply prefers his privacy. Aisling Islwyn, a black sheep and a studious genius of a wizard, hummed a soft tune to himself as he stepped down his curved, wooden stairwell to his homely foyer. His fur was a soft grey, and the hair on his head was somewhat curled, and a darker black color. His eyes were a bright magenta, saturated even beneath the shade of his pointed wizard hat and through his rounded glasses. The boy was clad in open violet wizard robes and underneath, a very snug black leotard, which did little to obscure his most sensitive of places... especially with how thin and soft the mesh fabrics are.

As any aspiring student of the arcane would know, there are eight schools of magic. They are as follows: abjuration, divination, conjuration, evocation, illusion, transmutation, necromancy, and enchantment. Of these schools, Aisling focused his efforts on understanding and mastering the art of enchantment.

Necromancy often sees the most criticism as the most ethically questionable branch amongst critics. After all, manipulating the boundary between life and death carries great responsibility, a responsibility which has been used and abused throughout wizarding history. Though Aisling knew better than most, enchanters bear a much greater burden. The ability to beguile, manipulate, and compel individuals to follow your desired course of action, regardless of their will, is a potent ability ripe with the potential for corruption. This fact is precisely why Aisling was so drawn to it.

The sheep looked at the foyer, and he recalled the day he met his master, here, in these selfsame chambers. From his youngest years, Aisling had an affinity for magic, a talent that alarmed his parents. A reasonable parental concern grew into a paranoid fear, and his parents gave up on raising him. From that day forward, he was handed over to his wizardly master, where he would eventually become an apprentice in the art of enchantment.

It all began twelve years ago when Aisling, an uncertain young child, alone and freshly abandoned by his parents, found himself before the great hollowed tree. The young lamb knocked on the gnarled door to enter. The door revealed the way within without any other intervention, slowly creaking open as if by an unseen hand revealing the dimly lit chamber within. The six-year old boy nervously entered, and mustered an uncertain "Hello...?"

He took deliberate, methodical steps within, his small boots causing the floorboards to creak. "Is anyone in here...?" As if answering the question, the door shut behind him much quicker than it opened. "A-ah!" he jumped.

"Don't be shy. Come here." a voice said, as a stout bear of a man descended the stairs.

Though the voice was decidedly masculine, there was an incredibly relaxing, almost melodic timber to his voice, one that made Aisling's muscles relax and untense. A blush involuntarily flashed across the sheep's face and he let out a huff. His mind clouded up almost immediately. Any questions about what was happening felt ephemeral and distant. Only the warm bliss remained.

"That's right. Come on over by me." 

Aisling found that his feet were walking toward him, all by themselves. His body was already moving of his own accord. He was under the possession of an enchantment spell, though he did not understand that at the time. The bear was already unfastening his pants, and the little lamb realized he was walking straight toward the bear's crotch. 

"That's a good boy, doing as you're told. My name is Quirin, and you will be an excellent apprentice." hummed the bear, his erection already at full mast. His impressive girth strained against his undergarments; it was a detail Aisling did not get to appreciate long, as the bear hooked his thumb underneath the waistband. The underwear slid to the bear's feet, and his impressive, eight-inch cock was pointed directly at the underage lamb's face. 

Now before the bear, little Aisling leaned forward and dutifully got to work in worshipping the bear’s hefty length. Enchantment magic guided his hands; though the boy had never had a sexual encounter in his life, his little hands massaged Quirin's sack with a proficiency he never had, and his tongue swirled around the massive cockhead with expertise. Aisling’s will was entirely overridden by the feelings of sexual compulsion, and his body moved with motions that were not his own. His tiny little boyhood throbbed in his shorts, he didn't know what to think; in fact, he couldn't think. His tiny mind was so easily overridden by the desire to worship this adult's bearhood. And so he did.

"You will do well to listen, little one." said Quirin, as the little six-year old dutifully worshipped his member. "We take from this world as much as we give. To learn the ways of enchantment, you must learn to, at times, enjoy yourself and your vices, no matter how cruel or deviant. You won't get better at it until you learn how to take what you want."

Aisling felt the enchantment over his mind fade, for just a moment. In retrospect, it was likely on purpose, just enough for Aisling to learn exactly what was happening. In that moment, the little cub felt immensely uncomfortable, and certainly violated. He felt his heartrate rise as the bear's massive cock slammed into the back of his throat repeatedly. Tears began to well up in his eyes, and he began to struggle and try to push away, but before the moment lasted too long, that pleasant voice rang in his ears again.

"It's okay. Relax."

Aisling didn't have a choice, mercifully. His mind was softened once again, numb to the heavy dick that plowed his face. He instinctively moaned and saw stars as Quirin’s masculine paws gripped both sides of his head as Aisling found his arms wrapping around his master's thighs, his hands gripping the adult's butt.

"This is the way of the enchanter. We follow where our whims lead us." lectured Quirin, as he continued to rape the hypnotized cub. Little Aisling could do nothing but salivate and lick all around the bear's shaft, which throbbed from all the attention. 

"I love... your cock..." murmured Aisling, as he peppered Quirin's erection with kisses. Even the young boy's words were compromised.

"Good apprentice. Good pet. You'll be my plaything for many years to come. But you, too, will learn to...hff...take advantage..."

Quirin grabbed Aisling's head and pounded his face, hard, slamming his erection deep into the little cub's muzzle. Hypnosis or no, tears streamed down the sheep's face as he was ruthlessly face-fucked. The bear began to huff and pant, almost growling as he began to shoot rope after rope of cum into the sheep's mouth. At this very moment, Aisling felt the full release of the spell from his mind. Reality came down like a crushing weight on the cub.

Clarity washed over Aisling's mind as he swallowed Quirin's seed. He coughed and stumbled onto the ground as his senses returned, and he could hardly parse his words together. 

"M... mommy..." whimpered the lamb. "I... I wanna g-go home..." tears began to trickle down Aisling's face.

The bear continued to throb in the afterglow after pulling out of the sheep's mouth. "But... for every selfish act" continued Quirin. "Remember to show an act of kindness." Quirin smiled and lifted the little boy up and off his little feet, and gave him a big, warm hug. Aisling gasped for a moment as he felt genuine warmth from Quirin; his heart was beating rapidly, still unsure of what to make of this.

"It's okay, I'm here for you. It's going to be okay." reassured Quirin, and he gave the cub a reassuring lick along the face. "Let's make you some warm milk and a hearty meal. I'll teach you magic, and I'll teach you how good it feels when you're on my side of things too. Okay?"

The little lamb nodded and sniffled as the bear wiped the little lamb's tears off his face. The bear walked the young cub up the steps and toward the upper terrace of the tree, where a comfortable kitchen and small dining room awaited him. At the time, Aisling was confused. His master was scary and mean. And yet, there was an undercurrent of curiosity, a lucid craving for the euphoric feeling of being spellbound; it was a spark of interest. He thought to himself, “Could I learn how to wield that kind of magic...?”

...

His imagination returned the present day, and Aisling was stroking himself through his leotard as he reminisced on the first day his master violated and groomed him. His now adult cock throbbed happily from his own delicate touch, and his face was awash with a warm, indulgent blush. Master Quirin had since departed for parts unknown, so the oaken study was now entirely his own. He could enjoy these flights of fancies as much as he liked in his private domain. 

His revealing outfit was his own design and choice; his bulge belonged on display, and he could not resist the desire to forcibly show off his perversion to anyone and everyone. He was a capable enough wizard that no one was going to say anything about it anyway, so he might as well. He started leaking through his outfit as he massaged his erection. Before he could really get into it though, there was a knock at his door which interrupted his fantasy. "Be right there~!" said Aisling in a sing-song tone.

Aisling opened the door and beheld two figures: a canine mother and her young puppy child, no older than four years of age by the look of it; both had golden fur and floppy ears. She wore surprisingly humble robes for a trek through the woods. The cute little boy was only in shorts and boots, no shirt to be seen. Aisling couldn't help but eye the little boy's perky nipples peeking through his gentle, youthful fluff. 

"Ah, hello... You're the town's mage, right...?" asked the mother. She spoke quietly, though her voice was somewhat coarse.

"Yes, I am! My name is Aisling, here to help however I can." the sheep said, giving the mother a warm smile.

"Ah, good because... I need help. I need someone to watch after my boy, Will." spoke the mother.

"Oh? But why come all the way to me?" asked Aisling with genuine wonder. "Surely there would've been someone closer to look after him?"

"Ah..." she looked aside as Will hid behind her legs. "Not so. I couldn't find anyone else in time... I was running out of options. And then I heard you usually like to help... so I wondered..."

"I mean, I certainly can!" said Aisling. "It's my job to look after the townsfolk after all, though so far it's usually been medicine, tinctures, things like that. But I'm sure I can look after him."

"Thank you so much... " said the mother. "I'll be gone for a few weeks while I travel over to the next town. It won't be a problem...?"

Aisling shrugged. "Well, it'd be dangerous to let him play in the woods alone. But, I can keep him inside for the most part. Besides, I have plenty of books and plenty of harmless magic spells to show him! Do you like magic, little one?" Aisling turned to the pup to ask him.

The puppy, Will, peeked out from behind his mother, and nodded sheepishly. "I like magic...!" 

"Sounds like a good fit then!" said Aisling. "Yeah, it'll be no problem."

The mother nodded. "Thank you so much. I will pay you when I return from my trip if that works for you. Sincerely, thank you." 

"Well! We better not waste any time getting you set up, eh, little one? Let’s find a cozy spot for you to set up in." said Aisling to the puppy. 

"Okay... take good care of him." said the mother as she began to depart. She raised a single hand in farewell, and the maiden eventually drifted out of view.

"He'll be just fine." smiled Aisling as he closed the oaken door, with Will now beyond the door. 

Will took in his surroundings, scanning the myriad shelves of tomes and books that line the shelves: a miniature personal library, accrued over generations. He took a few steps into the oaken chamber with large curious eyes. Aisling walked alongside him, his hand gently touching the cub's shoulder. 

"What do you think? Pretty nice~?"

"Wow! I wanna see some magic! Where is it?" He scanned the antechamber, gazing at the myriad books and shelves, expecting to see this "magic" Aisling kept talking about. He was probably too little to even properly understand the idea of it.

"Well, I can show you the magic, but... it's gonna be a lot! Are you suuure?" Aisling already felt his penis rising to attention through the mesh of his outfit. He fantasized about the day this would happen often. It didn't take long for him to conclude that he wanted to be very bad to this naive boy. Worse than his mentor ever was to him. He pondered over which spells to use, how he would use them, and the sadistic thoughts in his mind gathered to one overarching plan, one that'd work for everyone… but mostly himself. There was an art to looking after a young boy with an arsenal of abusable tricks at your disposal after all.

"I wanna see!" said the boy, eagerly.

"Well, first things first, if you wanna see magic, you gotta be my toy." said Aisling. His gentle smile obfuscated his true thoughts. The meaning was probably lost on the cub. Aisling stroked his bulge through the fabric; there was no need to keep his intentions hidden anymore.

"Huh?" said Will. 

Mage Hand was the first spell, and the easiest to practice. An ethereal hand manifested before the cub's body, and it pressed against his exposed body. Will got squirmy as the magic hand traced and pet his chest and tummy, and a finger traced the areola of his nipple. The boy laughed and fidgeted, and he hardly noticed when the mage hand tugged down the boy's pants, exposing his boyish underwear. As Aisling maintained the spell, he slowly paced around the cub, eyeing the boy with gentle understanding as the ethereal paw stroked along the boy's inner thighs. His laughter began to morph into instinctive moans the cub wasn't quite able to control. 

"Feel that? That's magic." spoke Aisling. The sheep was finally getting to relive the moment from his childhood from the other end. Unlike his mentor though, he planned to be creative about it. It would be done in his own way, with his own spells. 

"Aah, aah... it feels weird...!" protested the cub, especially as the illusory hand began to cup and massage at his childish bulge.

"Aww, but we're just getting started cutie!" said Aisling. "I've got more spells I still need to show you. Next, I'm gonna show you one of my favorite spells. My signature one, in fact."

"Wh-what...?" stammered Will, still unsure of what to make of the situation. He wasn't keeping up.

"Nighty-night, Will. This one's called 'Sleep.'" He traced the somatic rune of his spell with a finger and as a result, a soothing pinkish mist appeared, surrounding the young puppy's head. Will's eyes quickly became a bit too heavy for him to keep open. Aisling made sure to catch the cub before he hit the ground.

He felt so soft in his paws, and now, so vulnerable. Aisling lifted the sleeping boy off his feet; he was so light in his arms. He gave the cub a lustful, slow lick along his face while he indulged himself in massaging his underage ass. He gave the little boy a lustful kiss on the lips as he slept, admiring the taste of underage tongue on his muzzle. He then carried the cub upstairs and into his bedroom.

After he settled the unconscious four-year old Will in his cushy bed, Aisling decided to position himself so he was sitting just above the little puppy's face. With a deviant expression, Aisling began to grind his erect bulge against the puppy's face. He knew the boy wouldn't remain asleep long, so he savored the feeling of being against the boy's face. His package slapped back and forth against the boy's cheeks. Aisling knew this was immoral and wrong, but that only served to bristle his fur with excitement. He had total control over this cub, and Aisling wanted to rape him.

His erection had strained at his fabric long enough, so he tucked the fabric leotard aside and allowed his throbbing cock to be exposed and free. No longer resisting the allure of the boy's muzzle, Aisling slid the head of his aching cock into the boy's lips. Aisling took the boy's head with both of his paws, and then he began to gently slide his length in and out of the boy's mouth. The boy stirred from his fleeting stupor, and as awareness crept back into his mind, an expression of surprise arrived on his face. 

"Mm, mmph!?" mumbled the kid, his muzzle still full of adult cock. 

"Hah... hold still, little boy, don't make me hurt you~... hff... ha..." moaned Aisling. Tears began to well up in the little boy's eyes as Aisling's thrusts became more forceful. The sound of his growing discomfort was cathartic for Aisling... it was evil of him, but hearing the child slowly give way from confusion to desperate sobs only really served to encourage Aisling to fuck the cub's face even harder.

"Gods, your little mouth feels so good." moaned the mage, still gripping and petting the puppy's nervous face. "I bet you're awake enough now for your next spell~"

"Mm, mmhh...!" whined and cried the little boy in anticipation, with a cock deep down his throat.

"How about... a Hold Person spell? That'll be fun. For me, anyway."

As Aisling cast the spell, magical strands of narrow, luminous string apparated and wrapped themselves around Will's little wrists and ankles, magically affixing them into place. Aisling could adjust them however he liked, but for Will, his limbs were deprived of any autonomy. 

"Aaah, there we go... hff... just like a charm." moaned Aisling. He slowly slid his shaft out of the cub's muzzle and began to really smack it against the boy's face again. The cub limply drooled and panted as the erect cock departed his lips and smeared across his face. His sobs became much more vocal with each impact of the sheep's cock.

"Wahh...! M-mommy... mooo-ooom..." whined the boy. The cub's stiffy twitched involuntarily as he weakly strained at the magical bindings. Hearing the boy cry out for mom was nostalgic, and it made Aisling’s dripping cock eager for more. 

"Gosh, you're cute when you cry!" blushed Aisling. With the puppy still on his back, he took his legs and adjusted them so they were upright. He pressed his perverted dick up against the little boy's taut hole and began to slowly press the head of his shaft into that delicate ring.

"Mmm... MOOOM!" shouted the boy even louder, ever hopeful his mother would indeed hear and return as Aisling firmly began to penetrate his little virgin hole. Meanwhile, Aisling was over the moon listening to the sounds of this poor kid's distress. Will’s soft little rump felt so tantalizingly soft as it bristled against his lap, a feeling only enhanced by how depraved it all felt. With the cub still held firmly in place by the enchantment spell on him, Aisling's lap rhythmically clapped against the four-year old's ass with each thrust. 

Holding the little boy's feet up against his chest, Aisling held nothing back. He fucked Will, and he fucked him hard, his shaft slamming deep into the boy's butt with no restraint, allowing his tongue to slurp the boy's little feetpaws. The puppy really wailed at the abuse, but at this point, nothing was going to stop Aisling. He pounded and slammed into that tight, tiny cub butt, moaning in bliss as he escalated toward his climax, and the boy had no choice but to limply take it as he rocked back and forth in his restraints. He reached down and gripped the boy's throat, not tight enough to choke him or muffle his fun little sounds, but firm enough to really make him gasp and squeak.

He loved feeling his child-raping cock twitch and tense in pleasure, throb in release, and finally pump the puppy boy's insides with his seed. It all made Aisling shiver in pleasure; he lightly thrusted a few more times against the boy's abused little ass as the intimate afterglow washed over his form. Aisling's coarse touch grew gentler as he caressed and groped the helpless cub against his lap. Will was a wreck; he was crying and blubbering, incoherently asking for help between each little stroke and fondle.

"Shh. It's going to be okay, Will." said Aisling. He lightly played with the boy's little half-erect penis and teased his finger at the cub's lips with the other hand, invading it a little. "You were lovely, but don't worry, I'm not going to leave you all miserable like this. I got one more spell for you, and I think this time you'll like this one." said Aisling, still throbbing inside the boy's butt. "Modify Memory. Let's adjust what happened for you, as such: you've been crying because you accidentally slipped and fell on your butt. I helped you up, and we're going to go to my kitchen across the way to get you a snack so you can feel better."

"H... hnuh...?" Aisling figured the boy didn't have much left going on upstairs to parse what he was saying.

"Well, I'll think I'll keep the part where I felt you up with the Mage Hand. We still need to get you used to this, mhm." Aisling mused as he pulled out of the boy's flexing hole. He tucked his spent length back into his leotard, and finally, invoked the strongest enchantment spell he had. It invaded the deepest parts of the boy’s mind, rewriting his perception of the past. By the time the invocation was finished, the boy, while still crying, began to process the new memories he had. He eventually sniffled and hugged onto the mage sheep for comfort. He tugged the boy's shorts back up onto his waist and gave him a reassuring hug. 

"There, there, it was just a little fall, it happens." cooed Aisling, petting the boy's head fluff. "Let's get you off of this bed and get you some garlic bread I picked up from the bakery. It's still fresh!"

"Ah... okayyy..." sniffled the little boy. He turned and hopped off of the bed, wobbling a bit, and instinctively rubbed his little ass. The narrative of his Modify Memory was flimsy at best, but he doubted the cub had the critical thought to question the narrative. Aisling reassuringly walked him with a hand around his shoulder, easing the boy to a comfortable wind-down meal. He remembered keenly what Quirin had to say, and he'd make sure to give this boy a relatively comfortable, relaxing, and informative stay by the end of it all. The little boy's tears were dried by the time he had his bread. He was just slightly too little to learn even the most elementary of magic spells, but Will didn't need to worry about that right now. He just needed enough wonder and curiosity in the arcane for him to return.

Over the following weeks, Aisling had his way with the boy again and again, each time a little more gentle than the last, especially as Aisling grew fonder of the boy. However each time, he would let Will remember a little more of it. All the while, the boy was learning more and more about the wonderous and terrible power of magic. By the end of the first week, Aisling had the little pup square in his lap of his own accord, and he got to keep his snug bulge firm between the child's bare cheeks as he put on a little illusory magic display for the boy. His paws wandered the cub’s lithe little body shamelessly, and he gave his face a genuine lick of affection. Will let out a cheery giggle.

It was over far too soon when his mom eventually had to pick him up again. But Aisling knew Will would be back one day, all of his own volition. His own little apprentice.