"Erica and I should try to climb the walls," Ty replied, giving Stella a solid nod. "You and Aaron are way heavier, and you'll be safer down here than we would be. We'll slip in, find another entrance, and get you guys in there."
Erica had a little devious grin on her lips, and one hand went straight to a grappling hook and a long cord of rope on her hip. "I'll bet I can climb a wall like that, easy, in this body. But can you, Ty? No offense, but you look a little...skinny. Know any good spells, maybe?"
The young mage pondered her question for a moment. Deep within him, he knew the full capabilities of his powers, though he couldn't quite express it in words. "I...I think so. I can't make myself fly or anything, but if one of us falls, I could probably...uh...slow you down."
That half-assed answer seemed to be enough for Erica. She simply shrugged, fixed the rope at her waist, and handed the hook to Ty. "You climb first, and I'll follow you. That way, you can catch me with your magic or whatever, and I can catch you, you know, with my hands."
So they began to climb. And, God, was it unpleasant. Fortunately, this particular castle wall was old, eroded, and worn-down, and that meant plenty of hand- and footholds. It felt more like rock-climbing than anything else, if Ty regularly went rock-climbing with a single rope instead of a harness and up a wall dozens of feet tall.
It was a rough time. Ty climbed up above Stella, as planned, and it hurt like a bitch. By the time he was about three-quarters of the way up the wall- maybe about forty or fifty feet above the earth, too- he felt the rope around his waist tug. Erica, about five feet even below him, let out a sharp cry. Ty's eyes snapped down, where he saw his friend plummeting towards the ground. He pulled one hand from the wall, now using only one to hold his entire weight up, and cast the spell desperately. Erica's body slowed as she fell, and she landed far below him, unharmed as best he could tell. Then his fingers slipped on his handhold, and Ty felt himself fall freely from the wall.
Air rushed past his ears, and his head spun. The entire world around him faded to black as he fell, though he did vaguely feel a hand wrap tightly around his shoulder, saving him from certain injury.
When Ty's eyes opened once more, he found himself... on top of the wall? The last thing he remembered was falling to the earth, but here he was, uninjured and very much not on ground level. He grew fixated on gazing out onto the horizon for a moment, realizing just how massive the wall he'd climbed had been, when he realized there was a man standing beside him.
Well, maybe more of a boy. He appeared to be a teenager, maybe eighteen or nineteen years old, and was only a few inches taller than Ty himself. Maybe the first thing that stood out about him was that he was completely nude. The boy wasn't wearing a single scrap of clothes. He had a mostly lean and limber build, though between his legs was a flaccid, uncut cock of surprising size, possibly six or seven inches soft, emerging from a thick bush of red hair. The second thing that stood out about him was that he was, well, a fox. Not an anthropomorphic one, but he bore a couple of distinctive features, like huge red-furred ears atop his head and several long, voluminous tails spiraling out behind him. Aside from his unusual characteristics, he had a thick head of dark russet hair, fairly pale skin, and warm, orange eyes that seemed to glow with amusement and excitement. "You know, most people would say 'thank you' when their lives have been saved, you know." He had a soft, sly accent, though Ty couldn't really put it into words.
The young mage sputtered briefly in surprise. "What? You? Who are you? You saved me?" His brow knit in confusion. "What's going on?"
"Glad you asked!" The fox-boy stepped forward, closer to Ty, with a smirk on his cute lips. "I'm sure you've heard of my master. The powerful vampire lord, Count Raunr, hm?" The boy stroked his elegant fingers down Ty's shoulder, making him shudder slightly. "Well, I'm one of his servants. His guardians, really. There are a few of us- a witch in the dungeons, a wolf in the forest, maybe a dragon in some tower somewhere, I think. But you lucked out. I'm the nice one." The fox-boy actually leaned in to plant a soft kiss on Ty's cheek, which he flinched away from. "I could smuggle you in to meet the Count, if that's what you want."
Ty's brow furrowed, and he pulled away from the fox-boy in front of him. "I am here to meet this vampire you're talking about. But, if you serve him, why did you save me from falling? Makes you sound like a pretty poor guardian, if you ask me. And why aren't you wearing anything?"
The mythical teenager waved off Ty's questions with one hand. "I'll answer these quickly, and then you're done asking. I saved you because I'm bored, and you look interesting enough. Besides, I hate cleaning blood off these walls. I don't wear clothes because I'm a kitsune. We transform into magic foxes or whatever, and ripping clothes apart every other day is a real nuisance. Besides, I'm willing to guess you don't mind, do you?"
Ty forced himself not to look down at that thick cock between the boy's legs again, and tried to meet his eyes. Still, the blush in his cheeks answered the fox-boy's question on its own.
"See?" He cackled to himself, seeming to find that quite funny. "Now, if you want to meet Count Raunr, it's all quite simple. He likes girls. Pretty ones." The kitsune winked slyly. "So you let me turn you into a girl, real quick. You go in, meet him, kill him or whatever you like. Then you stop by me on your way out, I'll turn you right back, and you can be on your way!"