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In the perfect silence the sound of the book opening was as shattering as glass. The crinkling of it's old spine and the pages sewn on by magic could not be mistaken for anything else down here, in the hidden stone chambers, and they couldn't be more different than the warm paw that turned them. While they had aged in the brew of time, wisdom, and powerful magics; the paw that turned it's pages was young, agile, and sought not power but the ability to understand. The words on the cover were just as clear and sharp as the day that they had merged with the book countless masters ago, back near the beginning of the book. They read: "The most powerful weapon and tool is the one you make yourself, and it is all the more powerful when it is made from the willingly passed down knowledge from our ancestors."

The soft paw flipped past the first pages, things that had been read before, continuously searching for the knowledge that was desired in his heart. The quick eyes read with the speed of someone with a love a reading, for they did. The old book letting the new master with red fur learn what he could. Then the paws stopped, meaningless time had wandered in the meanwhile, at the end of the book. It's new master was ready as he was going to be before he chose his weapon, his tool, his way of magic. The book heard a whisper and obeyed, flipping back to the page desired.

The dark furred paws stretched wide over the book a way described earlier, a little more flourishing than was needed, and drew thoughts in the air to begin his connection to magic, the first time anyone tries to use magic they tend to fail and need practice, but here was something far different. The thoughts hung in the air, glowing in symbols that only the fox master could understand as they had come from his mind, clearly showing that he knew what he wanted, and that is all that magic really needs, for the user to truly understand what he wants and to tell it without any jargon in the way. The new power of the book's new master was coming from the true source of magic, the soul, and was wrapping it's warm knowing embrace happily around and throughout the fox.

The fox had stopped writing his thoughts in the air, yet they stayed and glowed bright in the darkness. His magic had been chosen, it was now his forever, and he had made his own weapon, his own tool, his own heart into reality. Such is magic.

The fox's magic then formed into the fox's current wish. Swirling thoughts made physical by magic shone the color of his eyes, fur, and imagination, they clumped not far in front of the book taking a new shape. The outline of a body faded into reality with the thoughts of magic layering on, it's head was attached to a short muzzle while thick fur grew into thicker hair around it and down into a mane, it's paws and footpaws held extended claws, it's tail was thin until the very end where another tuff of fur grew into thicker hair, and the final thoughts poured in on the body's groin where a thick rod of flesh extended from a plump sheath and heavy balls. It was completed. And yet, the eyes were empty. No life was there.

The fox shed a tear and cried to the book the question that was going to break his heart: "What did I do wrong?" The book heard and lifted the question that was too heavy for it's master's heart clear with a page the fox had read but had not yet understood.

'To create a being free will and true emotion it must have a soul, and will need yours. Your soul must grow in an expression of love to divide without shattering and killing both you and your creation.'

The fox re-read this forgotten part and first feared that he would have to lose part of himself to make someone to love, but he had hope because he considered that if a soul could grow in love, then love could heal the wound of a broken soul. Half worried about what the cost of his magic might be, half not caring because he was so lonely, the fox stepped around the pedestal holding the ancient book. He slowly touched the face of the soul-less lion before him, the fur was warm and the heart was beating, and he hugged the lion. The heartbeat was clear in his ears, the gentle breathing tickled his hair, he could fool himself into thinking that the lion already had a soul as he pulled the lion closer to himself, but without he lion's arms returning the hug it was not the same.

He tried to pull the lion down to the ground so he could get a better look at his body, and the body instinctively moved like it was made on wires instead of muscle and bone. Never moving far from the warm body beneath him, the fox explored every inch of the new body he had made. Everything was just as he had hoped it would be. The muscles were firm and decently sized, the scent was warm and bright like a field of sunflowers, and the sheath was plump with its treasure. He rubbed on the lion's sheath eagerly, and the barbed cock soon peaked out and then grew fast in the fox's grip. He blushed and took the tip into his muzzle. It tasted a little sweet and strongly like his scent, and even if the body had no soul, there was no reason not to enjoy himself with what he could make. He sunk the whole thing into his maw. His own cock was hard and dripping heavily on the lion's face. He bobbed his head and suckled, while barely gagging when the cock reached down his throat.

He felt the lion's body stir, but didn't take much heed. He wanted to taste the potent seed this lion had, and licked around the barbs on the lion's cock while his paws fondled and massaged the fat balls the lion had. He pulled off to breath but still bathed the pulsing cock with his broad tongue, his fluffy tail endlessly wagging behind him. The heartbeat of the lion was soon what the fox heard more than his panting or licking, it seemed even louder than the rough sounds of him humping the lion's chest with his hard red cock, knot inflated. He took the barbed rod back into his muzzle and slurped for more of the great flavor of that was leaking out of the tip. Soon, he was overcome with another desire.

He stood up and maneuvered himself to lay on top of his lion so he could kiss him. He licked the lips of his lion and enjoyed how soft they were, but all the while he hoped they would open on their own. His paws had to force them open, but once he got his tongue inside the lion's sandpaper tongue knew to wrestle with his. He placed the tip of his pointed cock at the virgin tailhole of his lion and pressed in gently. enjoying the warmth that the lion's hole made, he barely noticed the pained expression on the lion's face. He did notice that the lion's arms wrapped around him, the fighting tongues soon rolled over each other, and the lion started making moans into the fox's maw.

Tears of joy skied down the fox's cheeks. He pressed his dick further into the lion to keep the wonderful sounds around as long as he could. Soon his knot was resting on the tight ring of muscle, and he stopped to let the lion adjust to the size of it. They broke their kiss to breath heavily, and the lion nuzzled his muzzle underneath the fox's, tickling the fur with the quick breaths. Soon something that surprises the fox.

"Please, I need more." The lion gasped. The fox broke out in tears of happiness again, the lion's voice was as warm as his scent, low with an comforting echo from the stone walls that seemed to vibrate through to the fox's heart. He could not say no. He pumped his throbbing cock into the lion, pulled out and purposefully bumped the sensitive spot in the lion as he pushed himself back in. The moaned together as the fox's rhythm build slowly but steadily, stretching the lion's virgin hole open wide and cooling the heat of their rutting with the copious pre that his canine member poured inside the hole. He fucked his lion harder causing his moans to change into mewls of delight, and the sound of his damp balls slapping against the lion's wet butt echoed lewdly into the old chamber.

He could feel the feline cock beneath his belly twitching and realized that his lion would cum soon. He sped up and pounded his swollen knot against the ring of muscle separating both of them from climax, the mewls shifting to begging cries for the joy of being tied. They both thrusted together to get the knot inside, thumping their groins together faster and harder, ever more eager. Each time the lion's tailhole stretched more and more until it happened.

The moment the knot finally slipped by, the muscles with the lion's butt clamped down as the barbed cock shot his cum into the air. The feeling caused the canine cock to shudder with joy and release its load deep into the lion, the knot sealing the fluid in for now.

They collapsed together, breathing hard. The book simply observed and took notes on how the fox's soul had grown as big as two souls, divided in the urge to love even more, and gave the new soul to the lion that he now laid on top of. Almost like magic.