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Curse of the Magi Written by Leo_Todrius Supported by my Patrons Fog hung low to the ground in the wheat fields, giving the golden chaffs a white shroud. It was practically glowing from the morning sun, illuminating it until the vapor was almost a blinding light of its own. It was the sort of image that one could see only if one was up early enough, catching nature in the act of indecision between summer and fall. It was a beautiful view, and one that could be appreciated without other drivers on the road. It was something that Levi appreciated.

The old car puttered down the road, doing the best it could. It had seen better days, being held on to and passed down through the family from one son to the next. The paint had been stripped away by time and replaced with matte, flat black. The interior was threadbare and floor mats covered all sorts of mysteries, but for Levi it was enough. He looked up in the rear view mirror, his crimson hair spilling across his freckled face, his green eyes determined. Even so early, it was a bit too warm for his black cloak, but he was a mage after all. He knew his outfit and it wasn't time to buck tradition yet. Besides, if he was hot, he could only imagine how Max felt.

"I'm sorry buddy, I know it's hot." Levi said, glancing down to the passenger seat. Sitting on the cushion was a black cat with vibrant yellow eyes. The cat had on a collar with small metal spikes with rounded tips. The cat looked up at the driver and let out a long, rueful meow. Levi winced a bit. "I wish my air conditioner worked. Maybe I can crack the windows a bit." he said, reaching over and leaning across the seat to work the lever, bringing the glass down. The wind from outside washed over the black cat and then Levi. The cat blinked and settled down, no longer too hot. Levi smiled to himself, focusing back on driving.

The car drove from the farmlands, through the suburbs, eventually merging into more complex traffic as it headed to the heart of town. It was hard for Levi not to try and look at all the interesting people on the streets, from the orc teens playing tribal music for coin to the elf businessmen in suits filing out of the tall glass and steel buildings... Levi knew he'd have to take some time to explore later, but living off of campus always added the burden of travel time.

The old, battered car slowed down as it pulled along the fraternities, then the dormitories. Levi turned on the blinker, though when he didn't hear the clicking of the light he muttered under his breath. With a deft swipe of his right hand, his black painted nails drawing an image in the air, he whispered a few quick words from his spell book. A glowing amber sigil appeared behind his tail light, spinning and swirling, forming a right arrow of light.

Levi pulled off the main road and into the parking lot, his eyes scanning around, trying to find a spot. Max sprung up onto all fours, his tail sticking up on end before he braced his paws on the dashboard, looking out as well. Even with four eyes, the search was proving difficult. Every spot was taken up, from environmentally conscious electric cars to gas guzzling muscle cars. Levi drummed his painted fingernails on the steering wheel, although he tilted his head as Max let out a yowl.

"I see it!" Levi said, spotting a corner of a parking space that was unoccupied. The mage brought his car around the corner, eager to snap up the last spot, only to realize that half of the parking spot, and half of the parking spot next to it, was occupied by the same big white truck. Levi pulled up behind it, his brows furrowing, his face getting almost as red as his hair. Max's tail bushed up and his claws came out as he hissed at the truck.

Levi gritted his teeth. Once more that big truck had taken more than its fair share of spaces, although as the mage saw the truck's door open up, he felt the adrenaline hit his system. He threw his car into park and jumped out, striding around the hood of his car, chasing after the tall, lean, blond Junior that was walking away from his truck. The mage balled his fingers into fists.

"Apollion!" He exclaimed. The blond twenty one year old kept walking as if he hadn't heard his name shouted. Levi swirled his fingers, knocking a fallen stick along the sidewalk until it hit his foot. The blond tripped, though wings sprouted out from his shoes, fluttering as he caught his step. The blond turned, his icy blue eyes shooting daggers back at the mage.

"This better be important, twerp." Apollion growled, "I'm late for practice."

"Oh, this is important. It's a matter of common decency after all. Your truck... You need to move it." Levi said. Apollion smirked, reaching up to brush his blond bangs out of his face.

"You gotta be kidding, this again? Dude, your rust bucket is fine anywhere. My truck, on the other hand, has a fresh paint job and needs some room to breathe. I'm going to save both of us the hassle of having you try to park anywhere near it. Now, why don't you go run along and read one of your dusty books or talk to lizards or whatever it is you magi do." Apollion said, pivoting on his heel seamlessly, striding back towards the athletic building.

"That's it, that's your final stand?" Levi asked. Apollion held up his hand, flipping the mage off as he kept walking. Levi growled. "You bull headed son of an ass..." Levi said, although as the words left his mouth, it gave him a bit of an idea.

Levi crouched down, pulling out a piece of chalk from his cloak pocket. He drew a sigil and added two sharp horns to the top of it, whispering the incantation before he drew wings on the bottom of the circle. Levi stood back upright, looking down the path at the way the athlete had gone.

"You better avoid the color red, Apollion!" he shouted after the jock, though the lack of response was a little underwhelming. Levi sighed a little, although he knew the outcome would no doubt be interesting. The mage waved his hand over the sigil, hiding it from view as he turned and walked back to the parking lot. If he was lucky he'd be able to pull enough quarters out of the glove box to fill a parking meter on the street for his first class at least.

Levi moved back to the car, realizing the hazard lights were flashing - except the back right turn signal. Max had pushed the button with both of his paws and was meowing like a mad cat at the car that had tried to pull up behind the old black car. Levi cursed under his breath, running back to hop in his car and get out of everyone's way.

**** Normally the sound of feet racing down the steps to the locker room of the athletic building would have been loud, echoing on the cement walls, but Apollion was so light on his feat that it was more of a light scraping sound, the soles barely touching the step before the wings on his shoes would flutter. Apollion descended downward, shaking off his brusk encounter in the parking lot. He couldn't blame the twerp, after all, there were a lot of haters in the world.

As the junior reached the bottom floor, he pushed open the doors and stepped through. His blond hair fell across his face in feathered layers, his white t-shirt and faded blue jeans looking like clouds on a blue sky. His skin was flawless, his body refined. He had the envy of the elves, something that was INCREDIBLY hard to do.

"Ollie, you're late again." A fairy boy said from the corner, trying to carefully apply deodorant under his arm without hitting his purple wings. Apollion put on a hurt look.

"Hey, this little witch boy came at me in the parking lot. I tried not to be late this time." Ollie said, though his words sounded a little hollow.

"Oh man, you got in a fight with one of the magi? That's not good, dude. My cousin pissed off a barista mage once, and for the next year every coffee cup he touched turned to ash whether it was full or not. You don't want to mess with them!" A brunette human said from where he was perched, stretching on the bench.

"It's no big deal, he's just a freshman and it was just a parking spot. He got bent out of shape over nothing." Ollie replied.

"Well, if anything weird starts happening at the relays, we know who is to blame." The fairy boy said, slipping his jersey on, letting the velcro clasps close the jersey over the flesh part of his back between his wings before he moved for the door. The other boys followed after, leaving the anteroom and heading back up the stairs.

Ollie sighed and shook it off. He had expected his teammates to have his back. He was their start after all. He'd made it on to more magazine covers than any of them. The blond moved across the room and pushed open the door to the locker room, though as he looked in he started to feel... strange, dizzy, unsteady.

The four rows of metal lockers stood before him, covered in bright cherry red enamel paint. The color from the rest of the room started to fade away, from the wood benches to the posters on the wall, all of it becoming a muddy black and white. Ollie closed his eyes and tried to compose himself, but when he opened his eyes it was even worse. Ollie reached out, bracing his hand on the door, trying to breathe deep.

As Apollion went to breathe in though, the air was blocked... blocked by something that hadn't been there before. The weight appeared in an instant, a nose ring so thick that it filled both nostrils, piercing his septum and coming down to rest on his upper lip. The metal was heavy, too, weighing down on him. Apollion grunted suddenly and moaned, stumbling forward, grabbing onto one of the lockers. He looked around before his eyes caught one of the mirrors and his jaw dropped.

There he was, his beautiful hair and perfect face marred by an immense, heavy, garish nose ring. He reached up and touched it, but as his finger hit the metal, there was a shock of electricity. His fingernails darkened from translucent pearl to brown. Ollie grunted in shock at that, panting through his mouth, forced to breathe that way with the ring in his nose. As the air passed in and out, his lips felt numb, swelling a little as his teeth flattened, becoming less remarkable, less perfect.

"That... That fucking mage..." Apollion grunted, turning to move back the way he came. He slammed his hands against the doors, and as they swung open and slammed against the walls, he felt an odd... pride at being so powerful. He stalked across the anteroom, burst out into the stairwell and moved up, step by step back toward the ground floor.

Ollie's heart was pumping, the blood surging through his body. His face was a bit red, beads of sweat building on his forehead. As angry as he was, his body felt kind of nice, like he was in a sauna or doing hot yoga. He took a step, then another, though Ollie started to realize that each step was heavier than the last. He looked down, realizing that the gold color was draining out of his shoes, the sneakers losing their magic until they were a dull, pale white.

"Fucking mage!" Ollie cursed, pushing up even faster. The physical exertion only enhanced the spell taking root inside of him. His muscles burned and throbbed and tingled, and his legs were getting thicker, pushing his faded blue jeans to the limit. His t-shirt was getting tight too, riding up as his already perfect abs got thicker, bulgier, meatier. His biceps and triceps swelled until the sleeves of his shirt were cutting into his arms.

By the time Ollie reached the ground floor, he didn't really look like himself anymore. He wasn't the pretty magazine cover boy anymore, he looked more like someone that had entered the world of bodybuilding. His muscles were big, his nose ring was huge, and his hair was getting darker. The perfect blond locks remained platinum at the tips, but the roots were darkening shade by shade, turning to the color of sand, then brown. The dusting of hair on his abs had gone brunette as well as new hairs pushed out of his skin, coming in fast.

Ollie huffed and puffed, through his mouth out of necessity. Each time his chest rose, it didn't fall back the same amount. His white shirt strained and struggled, but eventually enough was enough. The sound of ripping fabric came, first from the shoulder area but then the chest as well. The fabric split out, bursting around his arms, then down his back.

Irritated and incensed, Ollie reached up and grabbed his shirt, realizing his fingernails were thick and mutated, covering the tips of his fingers in little hard hoof like bits. He tore his shirt off, revealing his huge, muscled, sweaty chest, complete with exaggerated nipples. He looked up, realizing other students were talking about him. He only sped up, crossing the lobby of the athletic building before bursting outside.

The cold air blew through his brown hair and across his exposed chest. The light outside was too bright, too harsh. Ollie clenched his eyes shut, trying to compose himself. He took a few steps, but when he opened them back up, he saw the floral display in front of the athletic building, packed with red dahlia blossoms.

The jock grunted, feeling the world twist and turn around him, swirling. Color drained out of the sky, out of the grass, even out of the building until all he could see was the red flowers, inflaming his senses, boiling his blood, burning his lungs. He let out a rough growl of animosity, snorting a little air past the thick nose ring. As if all of that wasn't enough, Apollion's head was aching, throbbing, and stinging.

He resumed his hunt for the one that had done this to him, stalking down campus, panting and wincing with his headache, reaching up to rub his head. What he found there, instead of a perfect temple, was a lumpy bump - one that hurt when he touched it. He grunted harder, but couldn't resist moving his finger over the bump, feeling something beneath the skin. The more he played with it, the more it hurt until there was a flash of pain - and the emergence of something sharp.

Ollie gasped as the tip of a horn pushed out of his head, but there was something... oddly pleasurable about having it push out. He reached to the other side, found another lump, and worked it until another horn tip popped free. Apollion gasped as his cock suddenly let loose with a load of cum, soaking the front of his faded jeans.

The jock stood there for a moment, not quite sure how to feel. He was seething with rage, but also horny and covered in cum? But his confusion was not his own to sort out. What had started as a headache resolved into a dull, throbbing, pulsing coming from his skull. The little horn tips curved up toward the sky, but they were moving out further from his head. Centimeter by centimeter, more bone pushed out from his skull, heading out in straight lines from the sides.

Ollie moaned a little, thrown off balance... but he had to find that mage, that twerp, the one that had done this to him. With more resolve, he pushed himself forward, moving step by step toward the parking lot - though that was easier said than done. Each step was less comfortable than the last as he realized his feet were growing. His shoes had been perfectly fit before, but now his toes were bunching up in the tip, his heel was too wide for the shoes, and the arch was pressing up far too high.

The athlete murmured, his walk becoming uneven, unstable even before the sound of stitches popping came. The leather and rubber pried apart, stretching awkwardly, bits of cloth and rubber oozing out of the sides before his right shoe burst. An immense foot spread out, landing on the gritty cement - although it wasn't quite human anymore. The foot wriggled, but all of the toes were stuck together, the skin growing and knitting to one another, pulling the toes together. His nails had spread outward, wrapping around his foot, coating it all inch by inch.

Ollie tried to walk normally, but he nearly stumbled. His center of gravity was all over the place. His horns were still getting thicker, his shoulders were too, and his foot... his foot was the size of a dinner plate, covered in a hard bony covering. As it reformed and reshaped, Apollion finally started to put it all together. He didn't have a right foot anymore, he had a hoof... and his left foot was following close after. Hooves, horns, the color red. That mage had put some sort of bullshit curse on him.

Another blast of hot air came from his nostrils, though this time there was just enough wiggle room for air to keep passing in and out. Ollie's nose had swollen larger around the nose ring, pressing out wider, taller, and broader. His perfect boy band looks were long gone. His forehead was marred with bull horns, his hair was getting unruly, his nose was huge, and now his pants were swelling in all the wrong ways.

The worst part came from the back of his jeans as his ass cheeks swelled up, getting rounder and fatter. The jeans had been chemically distressed at the manufacturer, but now they were being pushed beyond their limit. The denim faded down the crease of his ass, the fabric pulled and pried until it started to tear, splitting out down the cleft. As it pried apart, it wasn't meaty ass cheeks that saw the light of day, but furry ones. They were covered in a soft, downy brown fur, and something in there was moving.

Ollie came to a stop and threw his head back, letting out a mournful moan as a tail pushed out of the hole in the back of his pants, dropping down several inches, tipped with a fluffy bush of brown fur. It swung back and forth, twitching a bit. Ollie shuddered, but then his jaw dropped wide as he felt something thick, fat and heavy snaking its way down his pant leg. His jeans were barely holding together, stretched so tight on his body that nothing was left to the imagination, even his cock as it surged past six inches to eight, ten, twelve, and then more, the fat meat straining to reach down his left pant leg towards his knee.

Pleasure, pain, embarrassment, and an odd new pride. Ollie wasn't sure how he felt at first, but then it started to dawn on him. He felt drunk... Drunk with rage, drunk with lust, drunk with pride - and if there was one thing drunk people excelled at, it was fighting. He pushed on again, getting used to his new hooves, hearing them clop on the cement path. The torn shreds of his winged sneakers were long behind, as were the scraps of his shirt.

Each step brought on more of the curse, the magic slipping through his veins. The light dusting of hair on his chest and under his arms thickened into a full pelt of brown fur, and from there it pushed out, covering his pecs and his abs, swinging over his ribs to coat his back. In moments he felt the cool wind blowing across his furry torso, but it was far from over. Even as the fur crept up his neck, soft fuzzy brown stubble pushed out across his cheeks, his chin, his upper lip. It even swept over his swollen nose, around his eyes and his forehead.

Ollie's face was dominated by brown fur, blending seamlessly from his frosty tipped hair down to the fur on his ass cheeks. It went all the way down to where his hooves started on his feet. As the athlete continued his trudge of terror back to the parking lot, he felt his face growing numb. He tried to move his lips but couldn't feel them, but that was when he heard the first bone crackling pop echo through his skull.

Apollion's jaw moved first, the lower job jutting out forward, giving him a momentary underbite before his upper jaw oozed out to meet it. His teeth pushed apart from one another, but when given the extra room, they grew bigger and wider. His swollen nose didn't seem so out of place as his mouth distended, pushing out in front of him. The nose continued to widen, the bridge melting back into his brow as it swelled larger as well.

The humanity drained away from Apollion's face as he took on a muzzle, and his horns still were growing outward, reaching a solid eight inches long on either side. The heavy metal nose ring dangled down from bovine nostrils as the former human's ears tingled and stretched, dropping down into cow ears. A snap came as his hoof crushed a twig on the path and Ollie stopped, looking around.

This had been where he had fought with the mage, but the little twerp was nowhere to be seen. Had he fled? Had he cast the curse and not remained to see it through? That only made Apollion angrier. He sniffed the air, taking in the scents, using his new natural abilities to his advantage before he resumed stalking his prey. His decent, soft nature had fallen away, replaced by something brutish, something out of the old stories.

Apollion stormed through the parking lot, his back tingling as his spine elongated, his ribs pushing apart to make more room, taking the former human to new heights as a freshly minted minotaur. The beast let out one last angry snort, turning towards the magician's building. No doubt the pipsqueak was somewhere in there, practicing his spells. Apollion was about to show him that he messed with the wrong jock.

**** The clicks and pops of the old car were audible before it pulled back into the parking lot, having circled the campus after the end of the first class. Levi drummed his fingers on the steering wheel anxiously. There was a chance some early bird went home after class, that there'd be a spot. If there wasn't... he'd just have to miss his second class. He was all out of quarters and there weren't any spots near campus either.

Max ran from one side of the back seat to the other, then back and forth one more time before the cat put his paws up on the window and let out a loud meow. Levi froze, looked over his shoulder, and spotted it. Off in the far, remote corner, under the shadow of a tree was a spot. He grinned and backed up slowly, turned the wheel as far as it would go and honed in.

Levi clenched his teeth and worked as hard as he could, pushing the old car's turning radius to the maximum, coming on nice and easy. The more he slipped into the spot, the better his alignment. As the car came to a stop, he sighed with relief and threw it into park. It was the perfect spot for the day. He'd be able to leave it there for all of his classes and have an easier time getting out when people had gone home for the day.

"See Max, everything works out in the end." Levi smiled, unfastening his seatbelt and opening his door. Max's tail bushed up and the cat hissed as two huge arms reached down and grabbed Levi, lifting him like a ragdoll out of his car. Levi sailed up into the air, his legs dangling beneath him, supported under his armpits by the massive beefy arms. The cat leapt from the car, slashing and slicing at the minotaur, but his claws were unable to make it through the thick furry brown pelt. Ollie snorted out through his nostrils, the thick nose ring dangling. His muzzle was full, his eyes dark, his horns immense.

"You did this to me..." Ollie growled.

"I-I-" Levi stuttered.

"You're sorry?" Ollie asked. Levi winced a little.

"I... needed to show you how bull headed you were being." Levi replied.

"That's not a fucking apology!" He grunted, starting to walk across the parking lot, still holding Levi. Levi's eyes widened, not sure what was happening.

"I'll turn you back if you promise to be more respectful of other people." Levi said. Ollie just chuckled at that, moving towards his truck.

"Counter proposal. You change me back and I don't use this new body on you." Apollion replied. Levi's face scrunched up at that.

"Wait, what?" he asked. Ollie gave a strange bovine grin as he tossed Levi over the tailgate, the mage landing with a loud crash in the bed of the truck. Apollion hopped up and over the tailgate, his hand moving to his jeans. It didn't take much to pop the button, the zipper tearing off its track as a huge, meaty, girthy cock sprung out, wobbling over immense, huge furry balls. Apollion started stroking his cock, standing in the bed of his truck like a king in his castle.

"You designed this curse. Why'd you focus so much on my dick?" Ollie asked, taking a step forward, then another. Levi backed up against the cab of the truck, swallowing a bit.

"I... I... I didn't think about it, I mean, not... not consciously." He muttered. Ollie grinned and crouched down, his foot and a half long cock jutting out from between his legs as he leaned in real close.

"Maybe you have a thing for real animals, for bad boys." Ollie said, "I bet you want to kiss me, don't you?" he asked. Levi blushed furiously. The minotaur grinned and reached out, sliding a hand up Levi's cloak, starting to rub his chest. Levi squirmed, although his nipples hardened and his pants started to bulge a little.

"I wanted to teach you a lesson. You have to think about other people." Levi said.

"Maybe you're right..." Ollie said, "Maybe I have to think about the pipsqueak mage who gets so worked up about hot jocks breaking the rules that he gives them huge balls and a mammoth cock... I bet you gotta work through a lot of things." he said before he leaned in for a kiss. Levi tried to resist, but as those minotaur lips hit his, he felt himself oddly... lacking in resistance. His lips slowly parted, only to receive a huge cow tongue. It plunged in and out, making wet, sloppy sounds as he was mouth fucked by it.

When the kiss broke and Levi leaned back, panting for breath, he realized his erection was almost painfully tight. Ollie sniffed the air and looked down and grinned, reaching down to grope it. Levi moaned, feeling such a huge, powerful hand rolling around on his cock. Ollie licked his muzzle a little.

"With magic like that, I bet you could do all sorts of fun stuff, couldn't you? Is that why you don't have a boyfriend yet? You're too busy playing with yourself?" Ollie asked. Levi shuddered.

"I... That's..." Levi muttered. From the air there was a harsh, sharp, oscillating shrill yowl as a ball of black furry landed on Ollie's back from a tree branch above. Max slashed and sliced and bit, trying to protect his master. Apollion turned his head in confusion, barely feeling the attack through his fur. He exhaled a bit, feeling his position of power slightly ruined.

"Listen..." Ollie murmured, "I think I can make this work for both of us. Call off your attack cat and we can talk." the minotaur said. Levi hesitated.

"Max, go... go back to the car. I'll be alright." Levi said. The cat stopped mid-bite, his mouth full of bull fur, his clawed hand pressed against the beast's cheek. Levi's face narrowed, "Max... Let go." he commanded. The cat spat out the fur and let out a meow of disdain before he hopped down onto the edge of the truck, then the cement and bounded back for the battered car. Levi looked back up at the minotaur.

Apollion slowly sat back on his furry ass, his tail flicking in the truck bed, his huge cock rising up all the way to his nipples. He gave it a few good strokes, the air filling with a spicy musk. Levi couldn't help but find his mouth watering, but he pushed that to the side as he sat up a bit straighter, looking at the jock that he had cursed.

"Okay, so like... I was the star of the show. Running, swimming, stuff like that. But just imagine if I used this to explore other sports. Football, wrestling, I could become a pro." Apollion said. Levi's jaw dropped.

"You want to stay a minotaur? What about your parents?" Levi asked. Ollie scoffed.

"Fuck them. I used my modeling career to pay for college AND my truck, they didn't want to help. But this? This feels damn fine." he grinned, "And it's all thanks to you."

"I... I mean it was just a temporary spell, it would have worn off when it rained next." Levi admitted. Ollie looked a little surprised at that.

"Awww, sweet kid just teaching me a lesson without ruining my life." Ollie grinned, "But it could be more than that, for both of us." he grinned, reaching to grope Levi. Levi murmured at that, panting softly.

"You just want my magic to make your life better." Levi said. Ollie considered and then nodded.

"Yeah, but it doesn't just have to be about me. There aren't enough parking spots here, we could carpool. You and me, spending time. I could teach you how to be cooler, sexier, and in the meantime you could be my boyfriend... fucked by the most popular guy on campus." Ollie said.

"Your ego has remained the same." Levi snorted.

"Yeah, but now I have the goods to match." he said, draping his huge cock across Levi's lap, poking his stomach with it. Levi blushed more. Ollie leaned in and over, giving Levi's chin a lick, "C'mon babe, imagine what we could do together. Maybe you could teach me to be more civil or whatever. Even if you don't, the sex is gonna be hot."

"I don't even know where you live, how are we gonna-" Levi was interrupted by a finger on his lips.

"Oh we're not going anywhere, we're doing it right here." Ollie said.

"What-the-fuck." Levi muttered, "In the parking lot?"

"Oh yeah..." he grinned, "I'm going to fuck you from one end to the other, and anyone that might see is going to be jealous." Ollie said, reaching to unzip Levi's pants. Levi squirmed more but moaned as the minotaur's hand dipped in, tugged down his boxers and fished out his cock. In moments he was working Levi's meat up and down, feeling how hard and hot it was. Levi moaned, kicking his legs a bit in the truck. That change in position was just what Ollie needed to grab onto his pants and tug.

Levi yelped, rolling onto his back. Ollie pulled off the mage's pants and tossed them over the back of the truck, snapping at his underwear next. Levi sat there, bare assed on the cold metal bed, his cloak rumpled around him. Ollie grinned and grabbed onto the mage, lifting him up. Levi's eyes went wide as he felt himself being pulled closer to that minotaur's chest, realizing what was about to happen.

"Wait, just a second!" he grunted, tracing a sigil in the fur on Apollion's chest, whispering words. A glimmering red sigil appeared along Levi's pucker, sinking down into his flesh, protecting his organs from what was coming. Ollie's face twisted into a wicked grin before he thrust up. The fat, thick head pushed Levi's hole wide, the mage gasping and panting, but then inch after inch started sliding up into him.

Levi moaned, head tipped back, his body feeling like it was electric. He wanted to feel offended, put out, or even a little bit bad... but his years of longing for a boyfriend were, oddly and inexplicably, over. The hottest guy on campus, even if he was a jerk, was fucking him... and he was bigger, longer, and sexier than he had been hours before. Levi sunk down on the huge cock, moaning happily.

Ollie grinned, grinding against the mage's ass before he gave him a strong thrust, bouncing him up and letting gravity bring him back down. He did it again, then again, starting to build up a rhythm. The truck began bouncing with the impacts, but Apollion didn't care. He moaned, stretching the mage around his beastly shaft. Levi's spell was holding, keeping him from injury as he took in eleven inches, thirteen, then more. His stomach bulged out from the size of the minotaur.

Apollion felt like the king of the world, filling that mage with his mighty club. The human was riding his shaft, in his truck, drooling like an idiot... and yet... Ollie could feel a bit of affection. Levi had been so hot headed in their parking encounters, and now he had wooed him to his side. More than that, he could see some potential in the mage, assuming he could get him away from his crappy car and into a more stylish ride.

Levi still hated to admit it, but the thrill of sex in a public space, of having someone fuck him, let alone someone so big... He felt amazing. He reached up to grab onto Ollie's horns like handlebars, pulling himself up and letting himself drop down, moaning at how full he was. Apollion reached up and grabbed onto Levi's cock, jacking him off as he was fucked, giving him the real ride of his life. Levi moaned more and more until finally he tipped his head back and let out a howl, cumming all over Apollion's furry stomach.

The minotaur let out a snort, feeling the human's ass massage his cock, milking it, quivering with orgasm... and soon he did the same. His immense shaft let out a squirt of human cum, then something thicker, then something thicker and more fluid, and then it came out like a fountain. Squirt after squirt, it pumped into Levi, filling him up even as the minotaur continued to fuck the mage, churning that seed deep inside his ass. The two moaned and groaned, clinging to one another until Levi collapsed against Apollion's chest, feeling his stomach slowly start pushing outward with the sheer volume of cum he was taking in.

Apollion smiled and reached to pet Levi's hair affectionately. He was such a cute human, and he knew he could make him cuter. With just a bit of a makeover, they'd be the hottest couple ever to grace the campus with their presence. Just thinking about it made the minotaur shiver with delight, hugging the human closer. Levi closed his eyes, basking in the warmth of the afterglow, and of his lover's furry chest.

**** Even the quietest campus came alive on Friday, and today was no exception. Music spilled out of the dormitory windows, the fae were dancing on the quad, and Satyrs were rolling kegs in for the weekend. The atmosphere was festive and the sunset was beautiful, rich orange light spilling over the trees like liquid gold. It seemed like everyone was happy, although Levi might have just been projecting.

He walked along the footbridge with Ollie on his side and Max on a leash. The cat trotted along with contentment after a week of being spoiled rotten by the entire football team with treats, not to mention a much more luxurious ride to and from home. Max glanced back, looking at his master, still getting used to the changes in the mage's appearance.

At Ollie's insistence, Levi had gone in for a makeover. His messy red hair had been worked into a high fade with a brushed up quiff, highlighting just how voluminous it was. His old rough mage cloak had been swapped out for something from Dolce and Gabbana with an asian collar, roomy sleeves and a tapered base. His shirt beneath was black and purple, sheer and glistening in the evening light. He'd even been given new black jeans, though with the knees artfully blown out.

Apollion grinned, coming to a stop at the end of the bridge. He reached out, catching Levi's new nose ring with a finger, turning the mage's head toward him and up before he leaned down for a kiss. The minotaur's tongue filled Levi's mouth entirely, but the human suckled on it with contentment, feeling his heart flutter before the kiss broke.

"What was that for?" Levi asked. Ollie chuckled and kept walking.

"Just cause." he said with a smirk, walking around to the far side of his truck. As he passed the grill, he admired the metal bull horns that had been added to the front, a symbol of his virility. He opened up the door for Levi and helped the mage up into his seat. Max jumped up onto the step, then into the cabin, pouncing between the seats to land in the plush velvet cat bed behind the chairs, curling up and settling down.

Apollion closed the door for his boyfriend and moved back to the driver's side, hesitating. Taking up only one parking spot, it was a lot harder to get in to his truck - especially with his enhanced size. Still, he narrowly opened the door and squeezed up in, huffing as he dropped down into his seat. He shut the door and reached for his seatbelt, but Levi's hand pulled his head to the side. Levi leaned up and kissed Apollion's big cow nose.

"I'm proud of you and what you've accomplished, and the football team seems to love you." Levi said. Ollie chuckled again, grabbing his seatbelt.

"How could they not? I'm fucking huge... And they think you're their lucky charm, you and Max." Ollie said, turning the truck on, looking over his shoulder as he backed up.

"There's spellguard all over the field, I couldn't influence anything." Levi said, blushing. Apollion laughed softly.

"Not magic, luck... Like how lucky I am." Apollion said. Levi grinned and reached over, rubbing his boyfriend's leg.

"How lucky we both are." he amended. Apollion nodded at that and pulled up to the main street, checking traffic before he pulled out. The rich light of sunset faded from orange to salmon to violet as they took a ramp that rose up away from the city, arching over roads and houses before setting them back down on the outskirts, aimed for the countryside. The suburbs fell away until there was nothing but farmlands on either side of the road. The white truck's headlights snapped on as it zoomed past a field full of unicorns bedding down for the night.