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_Here's the first chapter of a new story, the first of several ideas that I'm working on. I've been wanting to do something like this for a while. Enjoy! _

BANG!

Morgan yelped as he was thrown against his locker, hitting his head and almost knocking his glasses off.

"Hey fag, what's up?"

He looked up at the familiar, hulking form of Jackson, his biggest bully... and as of a few months ago, his step brother. He understood why his mom liked Jackson's dad, who was a pretty cool guy, but his son was another story. The lion was pretty much the textbook definition of a dumb jock, and even if he wasn't a senior he would have been way bigger than Morgan, who was a scrawny cheetah and two years younger. Jackson seemed to do his utmost best to make his life awful. Today was no different.

"Come on, Jackson... just leave me alone," Morgan whined.

"Or what? You'll tell mom and dad again?" Jackson moved closed, looming over him. "I told you, do that again and I'll beat the shit out of you. Now hand it over."

They each got money every day for lunch, but Morgan hadn't actually gotten to use it for weeks. Jackson took it from him every morning. He bit his lip, wishing there was anything he could do, but eventually he just sighed and reached into his pocket to get it.

"Hurry up, will ya? I know how much you like touching yourself but I've got shit to do."

"Okay, okay, jeeze..." Morgan handed him the cash, looking around to make sure nobody was listening too closely. He saw his friend Alex down the hall, giving him a sympathetic look. "Will you just leave me alone now?" he asked.

"Pfft. Like I'd ever want to stick around a loser like you. Seeya after school little bitch." Jackson gave him another shove for good measure before walking away.

Later that day, Morgan sat with Alex and Parker, his only two friends. They had a spot under the bleachers where Jackson couldn't find them. They couldn't go there every day or the lion would get suspicious and go looking for him, but sometimes he just needed a break.

"You're sure you don't want to talk to your mom about it again? I don't think they'd just let him keep picking on you..." Parker said, the raccoon offering him half of his sandwich, which Morgan eagerly accepted.

"Thanks..." Morgan said, taking a bite. It was tuna today, his favorite. "I don't think so. It didn't stop him last time, and I don't want to make things worse..."

Alex sighed. The rabbit was even smaller than Morgan was. He knew what he was like to get picked on every day. "Well, it's not too much longer until he graduates, if that makes you feel better."

Morgan shrugged. "I just wish there was something I could do. It's not fair that he gets to treat us like shit just because he's bigger. If I could get back at him somehow..." He often fantasized about ways he could get some kind of revenge, but he could never think of a way to do it that wouldn't end with Jackson beating him up for it.

"No use even thinking about it, man. Alex is right. Just get through the rest of the year and then he'll be gone," Parker said.

"From school, maybe. But I'll still have to live with him... he's going to college in town."

Both his friends groaned and shook their heads. Nothing they could say could make Morgan feel any better.

The end of the school day never gave him any reprieve. If anything, it was worse. During the day, they were in different classes, so except for lunch he didn't have to see Jackson much at all. After school, they walked home together - with Jackson's friends, more dumb brutes who spent as much time as Jackson did harassing him. When he walked to the front of the school he saw them, already grouped together and looking for him.

Morgan just couldn't handle it today. He knew he'd pay for it later, but he decided to take a different route home. It was a lot longer, because it wandered through the old part of town instead of taking the shortest path, but it was still better. He backtracked to the other side of campus and left from there. A few minutes later his phone buzzed. It was Jackson, wondering where he was, no doubt. He ignored it and kept walking.

One thing he hadn't counted on was the heat. Summer lasted a long time here, and the sun was brutal this time of day. The asphalt and concrete radiated head back up from the ground. It was like walking in an oven. By the time he got to old town, he could at least duck under the awnings of the shops and buildings, but it wasn't even much better in the shade. If he had been naked, maybe it would have been fine, being a cheetah and all, but even just his shorts and t-shirt were damp with sweat and starting to stick to him.

Most of the shops here were things like thrift stores, antiques, and little clothing boutiques. He'd passed them countless times, and had never been tempted to go inside one, even to cool off. They generally didn't take kindly to teenagers, who tended to only come to this part of town to be a nuisance. As he rounded a corner, however, one shop in particular caught his attention. Mason's Rare Book Emporium, said the gilded sign above the door. There were curtains drawn over the windows inside, so there was no telling what the interior was like. That just made it even more mysterious.

Morgan loved books. They were the only thing that felt like a real escape for him, and he was never seen without one. If he wasn't actively reading, he was probably at the library or a bookstore. This place must have been new, though, because he hadn't ever seen it before. There was no one going in or out... hell, there wasn't hardly anyone outside at all in the heat. But the hours on the window said the shop was open now, and Morgan couldn't just pass by without taking a look. He pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Cool, musty air engulfed him as he entered, making him sigh in relief. It was so dim he had to stand there a moment just to let his eyes adjust. When they did, Morgan saw crowded rows of bookshelves too tall for him to reach the top of. There was a front desk, but it was empty. The shop was completely silent save for the ticking of a big grandfather clock near the door.

"Hello?" he called out softly, taking a few more steps. There was no answer. Morgan sighed again, looking around. He started off down a row, eyes scanning the books. They were almost all very old, with aged covers and yellowed pages. Half of them he couldn't even read the titles of because they were in different languages. He couldn't believe how many there were. How could this shop even stay afloat in a town like this? Who was buying these? He wandered up and down the aisles closest to the front, not wanting to get lost. How far back did the store go? It seemed to stretch on much farther than the building looked from outside...

He came back around to the front of the shop, not knowing how much time had passed, and almost jumped when he saw someone at the front desk. It was an old man, a brown bear with grey-tinged fur looking down at a ledger through a pair of spectacles. The bear looked up at him.

"Why hello there."

"Uh, hi! Sorry, I was just looking..." Morgan said awkwardly.

"Of course. Did you find anything you like?" The bear said, closing his ledger and crossing his arms on the desk, leaning closer. "Perhaps I can help you find something?"

Morgan had never been great at talking to strangers, especially older adults, and he realized it would probably look like he just came in to get out of the heat. "Oh, well, I don't think so... at least, not unless you have any books on how to get back at a bully twice your size," he joked, realizing how lame it sounded the minute he said it. "Um... I should go..."

But the old man was already nodding. "Ah, revenge. A young person's game, to be sure. But I may have something. Yes..." He looked to Morgan and smiled, holding a finger up. "One moment, young man. I think I have something."

"Um... okay..." Morgan said. He wanted to go, but now he didn't want to be rude. The bear disappeared into the labyrinth of books, leaving him standing there. After a couple minutes of waiting he was about to leave, but then the man came around the corner of a shelf with something in hand.

"I found it. This is something special..." He went back behind the counter and put the heavy book down with a loud thunk! "Well, come look. This is sure to help, if you're sure you want revenge."

The cheetah didn't know if he wanted to keep talking to this kooky old man, but what could it hurt to humor him? He stepped up to the counter and took a look. It was a big tome, the dark brown leather cracked but still together. The pages were gilded, and the front was engraved with big gold letters and strange symbols. The title read An Introduction to the Arcane Arts.

"Arcane arts... What is it?" Morgan asked, opening the cover carefully. The table of contents was full of things like 'The Fundamentals of Hexes and Curses,' 'A Primer on Invocation,' and 'Deep Hypnosis and Mind Control.'

"A book on magic, of course," the bear said. "Practices, spells, charms, rituals... it's a rather basic text, really, but no one should be practicing anything more advanced nowadays, and there are countless ways to enact your revenge with what's in here."

He couldn't take it seriously, of course, but it was a fascinating text. It was clearly very old, and he was pretty sure it was hand-written in ink... whoever wrote it made it look very convincing, and it could have been an awesome prop for a roleplaying game or something. Imagine if it did work though... the kinds of things he could do were already going through his mind. Morgan sighed and shook his head.

"Sorry, but I can't. I don't have any money anyway," he said, figuring that would end the discussion.

"Oh, it's not sale. I'm giving it to you," the bear said, as it was obvious.

"Wait... what?"

"I don't _sell_books, young man. I merely protect and care for them until they find owners. Books want to be read - some more than others. This one hasn't had an owner in quite some time. If you want it, the book is yours."

The cheetah blinked a few times, just staring at him, and then at the book, and then back at him. "Really? Just... for free? I... thank you!" Regardless of whether any of it worked, which was still impossible, it was an amazing book and he would enjoy looking at it.

The bear smiled wide and closed the book, handing it to him. "No need to thank me. Just take good care of it. That's all the thanks I need."

Morgan's phone started buzzing again. He took it out of his pocket and saw it was his mom this time, probably wondering why he wasn't home yet. "Crap, I've got to get home!" He carefully took the book and put it in his backpack. "Thanks again! I'll come back sometime soon!"

"Oh, I'm sure you will," the man said, waving him off.

The cheetah rushed back home, calling his mom back on the way and saying he had stayed at the library for a while after school. He got back just in time for dinner, where Jackson shot him a few threatening glares. The lion cornered him in the kitchen while they were doing dishes.

"You didn't say you were going to the library after school. I almost got in trouble for not getting your sorry ass home," the lion growled. "Don't do it again."

The smaller feline could do little more than nod and apologize. Jackson left him to finish cleaning by himself, and he sped through it so he could go upstairs and look at the book more closely. Once in his room with the door locked, he took it out carefully and started from the beginning, paying close attention to every word. It was all written so seriously, as if the author really believed that magic was real and that the spells and things would work. If only, Morgan thought to himself. Arcane symbols and strange incantations filled his head as he drifted off to sleep, the book safely stored in a locked chest under his bed.

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Morgan woke up the next day with the book already in his mind. He had half a mind to try and sneak it to school somehow, but didn't want to risk losing it. It might have been filled with fake spells, but it was a truly old book, so he kept it at home and went to school without it. It was all he could think about during the day. Even the classes he normally loved went by in a blur as he thought about the things he had read and everything he still had left. Jackson's bullying didn't faze him as much as it normally did. Just the fantasy of using magic to get his revenge made it more bearable.

The cheetah didn't tell Alex or Parker about the weird bookshop, or the book itself. Even to them, who were both big geeks, it would probably seem silly. Besides, it felt fun to have a secret that nobody else knew about. Parker noticed that he was quieter than usual and asked him what was up, but he just said he was preoccupied thinking about a test that was coming up. That was enough to satisfy his friends. After school ended, he rushed home and locked himself in his room, taking out the book again. None of his homework seemed as important as learning all he could, as impractical as it was.

The rest of the week flew by like that. He spent all his free time on it, starting to memorize the symbols and rituals. Morgan even started using some of the visualization exercises, which the book said would help his mind focus hard enough to make the magic work. Strangely, it all made sense to him. It was basically like science, which he had always been great at. He paid extra attention to the sections that went over things he wished he could use against Jackson, like how to influence his mind and make him do what Morgan wanted. That would be the best way to take him down... control his actions and make him destroy his own reputation, all while he was totally helpless. He had the incantation down fairly quick, repeating the words in his head along with the accompanying hand motion.

Imagining it was kind of cathartic. Of course, it didn't change real life. As the days dragged on his initial enthusiasm started to wane, and Jackson's harassment started getting to him again. By the time Sunday came, he was feeling more frustrated than ever. He showered and got dressed, heading down to get some breakfast. Jackson was sitting there in the living room, feet up on the table as he shoveled cereal in his face. The TV was blaring, some stupid sports stuff that Morgan couldn't care less about.

The lion saw him walk into the kitchen, and yelled after him. "Hey bitch! Mom and Dad are gone, went out to the outlets, they're gonna be gone most of the day. I'm in charge!"

Morgan rolled his eyes and poured some cereal of his own, opening the huge fridge door for milk. When he closed it, Jackson was standing there in the kitchen.

"Hear what I said, twerp? I'm in charge."

"Yeah, whatever. Got it." he grumbled, pouring the milk and doing his best to ignore the stupid jock.

"Hey, you listening? I got laundry some laundry that needs doing, you're gonna do it. Got that?" Jackson said, jabbing him in the chest.

"What? Fuck no!" Morgan said, flinching. "I'm not gonna do chores for you!"

"Oh yeah?" The lion jerked the bowl out of his grip with one hand, the other closing around his shirt and pulling him closer. Jackson started right at him and grinned as he held the bowl up and dumped it on him, pouring the cereal and milk all over the smaller feline.

Morgan could only squirm in his grasp uselessly as his breakfast was upended over him. He felt his face burn with anger and shame. "What the fuck, Jackson!! You fucking bastard!"

Jackson let him go, laughing right in his face. He put the bowl down and gave him a hard shove. "Clean up that mess, faggot. And get to work. If you aren't done before I finish my workout, I'll fuck you up." Then he left, leaving Morgan standing there, dripping.

The cheetah squeezed his fists at his sides, eyes starting to water with tears. He stood there for a few minutes just trying to calm down before he cleaned up the mess and went to go change his clothes. Inside he was fuming, but there was nothing he could do. Jackson was predictably honest about this kind of shit. He always delivered on his threats. Morgan went up to his step-brother's room to get his laundry. There were two big baskets of it, stinking of sweat. His room was littered with sports drink bottles, snack wrappers, and fitness equipment. Half of his laundry was just dirty gym clothes. He wrinkled his nose in disgust and hauled the first one down.

When he went down to get started, Jackson was already gone, no doubt outside in the garage working out. The lion had taken over most of the space in there with his stuff. It took him hours to get through all the laundry, which he did while gritting his teeth and cursing Jackson in his mind the whole time. Finally, he lugged the last of it back up to his brother's room. Jackson still wasn't done, apparently. He sighed and walked back down the hall to his own room.

Morgan pushed the door open and froze. Jackson was sitting in his chair, manhandling the book.

The lion was clumsily flipping through pages as he held it with one hand, letting it hang open.

"Put... Put that down!" Morgan yelled, horrified.

Jackson looked up, that stupid grin on his face again. "What, does the pathetic nerd not want me touching his book? What is this, some dungeons and dorks thing?" He took hold of a page and started tearing it.

"NO! Stop! That book is super old, it's not a game!" The cheetah desperately tried to take it from him, but Jackson stood up and held it out of reach.

"Oh no, poor little Morgan's stupid book is getting all messed up!" Jackson taunted him, tearing the page clean out and letting it fall to the ground.

"Shit!" Morgan dashed to grab it, his glasses almost falling off his face. He grabbed it and jumped back up, trying to reach the book. "Give it back! Come on, I'll do anything! Just don't wreck it!"'

"Hmm... anything I want?" The lion seemed to pause for minute to think, which seemed impossible. "Nahh! Fuck it!" he said, ripping another aged, hand-written page out and tossing it aside.

Morgan was beyond upset. He was livid. The boy was practically seeing red, and the fact that he couldn't do anything to the bigger boy was driving him crazy. His mind was racing faster than he could keep up with, and before he knew what he was doing, the words were coming out of his mouth.

"Mentis incarceres!"

He wasn't sure why he said it, let alone why he did hand motion that was supposed to go with it, tracing the symbol in the air. But that confusion paled in comparison to what happened when he did it. The words seemed to hang in the air, as if stretched out or echoing. He felt his vision flash with purple light, and then saw Jackson's eyes flash back with the same color, only it lingered as a continuous soft glow. Immediately, the lion stopped moving or talking. He stopped doing anything at all, just staring forward blankly. His arms fell to his sides, the book dropping to the floor.

Morgan snatched it up off the ground at the first opportunity. He pulled it close and backed away from Jackson as fast as he could. The older boy didn't move or acknowledge him at all.

"Jackson?" He said, looking at the dazed lion. Jackson looked at him. "Um... Are you okay? Can you hear me?"

"I'm fine, Morgan... I can hear you," he said, his voice sounding strange and emotionless. "What do you want me to do?"

"Um... What?" Morgan couldn't believe it. It was like the spell had worked. Wait, what if it HAD worked?? It couldn't be! And yet, this was clearly not normal. He had to test this, and see if it could possibly be true... "Um, raise your hand?"

"Which one?" His voice was still as distant and slow.

"Uh, you're left hand I guess," Morgan said. Jackson did it. "Now put it down." he did that too. "Hop on one leg. Your right leg." Jackson started hopping just like he told him, otherwise not changing his expression or anything at all.

"Holy shit!" Morgan said, putting the book down and pacing a few times. Was he dreaming? He pinched himself, and it still hurt. It didn't make any sense, but he was staring at proof. Magic was apparently real. This couldn't just be an elaborate prank or something, right? How could he tell if Jackson was actually mind-controlled or not?

"Tell me an embarrassing secret nobody knows about you," he said. "Oh, and stop hopping."

Jackson stopped and stood still again. "I used to wet the bed until I was almost twelve. I had to wear diapers at night." He was actually blushing a bit now.

Morgan stated at him a few seconds before he laughed. "Twelve? Seriously??" There was no way Jackson would say something like that, even if it was a lie. "Tell me another one."

Just like the first time, Jackson didn't hesitate. "I make fun of you for being gay because I secretly like guys, and I don't want anyone to know."

He didn't even laugh that time. Morgan just stared at him, mouth hanging open. Jackson was blushing harder, but was still totally zoned out. Morgan couldn't believe it. He had been taking shit from Jackson for years now, and the lion might be just as gay as he was?? It almost made him madder, just because of the hypocrisy.

"Son of a bitch... Okay, well, that's pretty good proof, but you could still be lying..." Words were one thing, but if the lion was somehow acting - which Morgan didn't think he could even do - he needed to make the lion do something where the stakes were too high for him to keep the act going. He took out his phone. "Take off your shirt. I'm going to take pictures of you."

"Okay." Jackson lifted his tank top up and stripped it off, letting it fall to the ground.

Morgan stared at his bare chest. He had a bit of a gut, but he knew the big guy was strong too. The cheetah snapped a few pictures, making sure the sound was on so Jackson could hear it.

"Now take your shorts off too," he said. The cheetah watched with a small blush on his cheeks as his step brother pulled down his gym shorts and stepped out of them. "Oh damn..." he muttered, staring at his almost naked body. Jackson only had a black and red jockstrap on now, which did next to nothing to hide his malehood. Morgan could see the outline of the lion's big cock and huge balls through the fabric.

He gulped and took more pictures. "I'm gonna put these online later on some gay hookup sites. I think I'll put your phone number up with it. I bet you'll have guys calling you up in no time," he said, looking for any response from the lion, and seeing none. He didn't know if he'd actually do that or not, but making the threat and not being pummeled by the jock made him feel more secure that the lion was neither aware nor in control of himself. "Make some sexy poses for me. Try to look like you're enjoying it."

It worked better than he expected. Jackson moved to give some good poses, his face changing to look more natural instead of stiff and empty, though his eyes still looked weird. Jackson smiled and panted as he reached down to touch himself, groping his thick member through the jockstrap. Before long he was starting to get hard right in front of Morgan, who stopped taking pictures and just enjoyed the show.

"T-Turn around," Morgan ordered, putting his phone down. He was rock hard in his jeans. "Bend over and lean on the bed... raise your tail up."

Jackson did as he commanded, showing Morgan his big ass, cheeks framed perfectly by the straps. Morgan moved forward carefully. He stepped closer and closer until he was right behind him. The cheetah worked up the courage to touch him, putting a paw on each ass cheek and groping them. He panted and spread them, revealing Jackson's tailhole. It was so tempting to touch it, or even lick it, but he held back for now.

"Turn around and stand up again." Jackson showed his front again, and Morgan felt over his chest this time. He could smell the sweat and musk of the big lion, who hadn't showered yet after his workout. "Take this off too," he said, pointing to Jackson's underwear.

"Yes, Morgan," Jackson said. He hooked his thumbs on the waistband and pulled it down, casting the last of his clothes aside.

Now Morgan could see all of him. His eyes went wide at the sight of Jackson's cock, which was almost fully hard. It was so big and thick, it must have been 8 or 9 inches of throbbing malehood. "I... I'm going to touch you now. Just stay still and enjoy it," he said. The boy wrapped a paw around the thick shaft, pumping it to full hardness. His other paw went down to feel Jackson's full, heavy balls.

The lion nodded and started panting as Morgan touched him. He even let out a moan as the smaller male worked his cock. Morgan's command to enjoy it made him more expressive too. Morgan went down on his knees in front of his ensorcelled step brother, getting an up close look of that huge dick that made his mouth water. The cheetah would be lying if he said he didn't think Jackson was hot. That fact had been entirely irrelevant up until now, since it didn't make up for the awful way Jackson treated him. But now... now Morgan was in control. Jackson was like a puppet he controlled. All the things he had never gotten to try before now were possible. And the first thing he wanted was to get a taste of hard cock.

Morgan squeezed Jackson's shaft, milking precum that leaked down the hard length. With his heart beating hard in anticipation, Morgan leaned in to touch his tongue to Jackson's cock. He followed the trail of salty precum up to the head of the big cock and then swirled his tongue around it. The cheetah moaned in delight, loving the feeling of another male's arousal against his tongue. He took it into his mouth, sucking on it with inexperienced enthusiasm. Jackson let out a few more small moans, but stayed still like he had been told.

He slowly worked his way down Jackson's cock, taking more into his muzzle until he couldn't go any further. Morgan had maybe half of it in his muzzle, and that was more than enough to fill it. Maybe with practice he'd be able to take more of it... The boy groped himself through his jeans as he moaned and started bobbing up and down Jackson's length. It tasted a little salty from sweat, but he liked the older boy's scent.

Morgan kept this up for a while, exploring the big cock with his muzzle and tongue. One benefit of the situation was that he could go at his own pace. Occasionally he pulled off to lick it, working over every inch. Jackson was so hard, and leaked a lot of pre for him to lick up. The boy gripped it tighter in a paw, close to the base, and stroked the slick shaft as he sucked on the first few inches. Jackson was breathing harder and moaning louder. He bet that the lion was getting close.

"You like it, don't you?" Morgan asked, which got an emphatic nod from him. "That's what I thought, big guy. I can't believe this is happening... You won't be bullying me anymore. We're going to have lots of fun instead. Now come on and cum for me..."

He took Jackson's cock into his mouth again, sucking it harder. The lion moaned louder, unable to do anything except follow Morgan's orders. Morgan felt the thick member throb in his muzzle, and suddenly his mouth was filled with hot spurts of cum. Jackson's cum was stronger tasting than his own, which he had tasted plenty of times, but still enjoyable. He let it coat his tongue and savored it for a moment, but quickly had to swallow as more flooded his mouth. Morgan slurped up as much as he could, but even after two big gulps it leaked out and dripped down his chin.

The cheetah pulled back with a gasp, panting for breath. He milked Jackson's cock with his paw, squeezing the last drops onto his tongue. "Holy fuck... That was so hot..." He looked up at the lion. Jackson was also panting, and looked like he had enjoyed it despite his mostly vacant expression.

Morgan was still hard as a rock in his pants. The thought occurred to him to order Jackson to do something about that, but he decided he didn't want to. Not like this. He wanted the lion to be more aware of what was happening for that, so that he could see his humiliation and shame. Luckily, all his fantasizing about what he could do with magic to get his revenge had left him with plenty of ideas. Jackson was in such a suggestible state now that he could 'program' him with other commands that would last even after he released the spell.

"Okay Jackson, I want you to listen carefully," He said, a wicked grin on his face. "Things are going to be different from now on. First, you're going to go get a few things for me..."

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Thanks for reading! If you liked this story please rate, fave, watch, and/or comment. Chapter 2 is in the works, and will be from Jackson's point of view!

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