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The market place was a small thing compared to those of other cities. Yet to the local vendors and groceries of Recklin, the occasional traveling tradesman or artisan, it was a place as good as any other to establish their stores. Hence young and old frequently hit the place for entertainment as well as shopping.

Among those villagers of Recklin was a young husky by the name of Jonathan Hatter. He had his own little flat somewhat remote, where he was enjoying a peaceful life. Usually the entertainers and artisans disappointed him. With his 19 years, he had seen many. And in a furry world where dragons and mystical creatures were rare, but not unusual, the expectations get high. Today, however, the market place was more crowded than usually. A dense bulk of furries had formed to the north west, right next to the town hall.

Despite the bright daylight Jonathan was able to make out sparks and colorful illuminations. A deep-red top-hat poked out behind the crowd, framed by floppy white ears. A jolly high voice laughed whenever some trick astonished the furries. It only took some patience and hardly any shoving to get into the bulk. Eventually Jonathan had found himself a spot behind a bunch of children, so he could see the whole scene freely. A round oriental carpet was lying on the rough stones, on which stood an English tea table and a chair by the right-hand side. The table was laid with china. To the center, with considerate distance to the said china, stood a tall rabbit in a suit with the color of summer wine. He had spread out his arms and showed his empty hands to the crowd, which made them "Ooh" and "Aah" in soft voices. Jonathan must have missed the beginning or end of some trick. Suppressing the urge to ask the beaver next to him "What did he do?" he waited for what was going to happen next instead.

Something about this 'magician' was different. Jonathan didn't notice it right away, but now he found it in his face. Usually these tricksters would stick to a straight face and never show any emotion. He, however, seemed to grin all the time. Not by exposing his teeth in a chiseled grin - it was in his eyes. As if he himself was one of the children in the crowd, in awe and excitement of his own tricks. And something more, though Jonathan could not put his finger on quite yet.

The magician began to scratch his head, acting like a person in search of some thing misplaced. He bent down, looked at the carpet, turned around. The crowd giggled. A white tissue stuck to the magicians back. Ok, Jonathan thought, some parlor trick. He would have sighed with disappointment like so often, if in that moment the tissue would not have moved on its own. It stretched out the way it would if someone pressed his face against it from the other side. Growing more and more plastic the magicians own face soon winked at the crowd. A corner of the tissue moved in front of his lips as if to signal the children to be quiet.

All the while the rabbit had found nothing - of course - and looking quite sad about it he shrugged his shoulders and moved to his table. His back turned away from the crowd, he sat down and made to pour himself a cup of tea. Where suddenly the tissue slipped out from the tea pots neck, flew up and struck him in the face! The crowd was laughing, while the rabbit struggled to keep his balance and get the tissue off his face. Standing in the center of the carpet, he succeeded and made to throw it away. But moment later the tissue just got stuck in mid air. The magician lectured the tissue quite comically for his bad behavior and commanded it to stay put. It obeyed, apparently. Now the magician took off his jacket, top-hat and gloves, which he also put into the air around the tissue, until it all seemed as if he was dressing an invisible copy of himself, to the chest of which the tissue stuck. The invisible servant was told to pour in some tea for his master. It obeyed, but the pouring proved fruitless for the empty teapot. The rabbit groaned and shook his head. He moved to the other side of the carpet and opened a chest. Jonathan would have sworn it had not been there before. After some rummaging, the magician took out long pieces of wood and something that looked like a fabric roll. In the back of his stage he put the wood pieces together to some sort of a door frame. Unrolling the cloth, he showed it to the crowd. On it was displayed the picture of a door. Flapping it around and proving it's thin softness to the fullest, he fixed it to the frames corners. The next second he opened this door, which now was quite solid and even revealed a new room. The magician stepped through it and was gone. After a moment of awe filled silence, the tea-pot flew up by itself. Independently the door opened to allow the flying tea-pot in. The invisible servant remained, waiting motionlessly. A soft breeze blew, and the door was a cloth again, flapping in the air. Soon the rabbit came through the door and brought a fresh pot of tea with him, but he slammed the door so hard that the whole scaffolding came down, with nothing but the empty air behind. Which was enough to gain the magician another wave of applause and cheers.

The rabbit was giggling and half laughing merrily. His invisible servant was doing the bows, while he enjoyed a cup of tea. Lights began to spark in the air, like fire works, inspiring the audience to cheer even louder. Eventually he stood up and crossed stage to open the chest once more. Waving at each of his things he made them float into his chest one by one, until only his chest and carpet was left. The latter twitched at the other end, and suddenly rolled itself up. The magician jumped just in time to avoid getting knocked over, but the chest got engulfed completely. For his last trick, the magician took off his hat and the whole carpet flew up and vanished within it. Bowing a final time the rabbit disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Anyone looking at the scenery now might have raised an eyebrow and turned away politely. Two dozen people were applauding at the empty air in front of them. It took almost five minutes before the last spectators were convinced the show had ended, and the crowd scattered.

Like most furries, Jonathan was different than his parents. He was the son of a donkey and a vixen and old enough to understand why most people would grunt or roll their eyes when he told them. Most apparent was the difference in his style of life compared to his parents, and pretty much everybody else in this village. It was a place for farmers. His father was tending a big field of crops, his mother gathered herbs and ran a little shop for teas and tinctures. But Jonathan was a dog. He enjoyed to run and track, or accomplish tasks that required more brain power than plowing the fields would. So when most of his friends had found their place and profession in this little farmers paradise of a village, he was still looking for his thing.

The thing he dreamed of the most was magic. Perhaps it was just a boys fantasy of power and freedom. But then again he told himself that he pondered the topic way too inquisitively. Most of the times that he spent daydreaming about it, he didn't wonder that much about what he would do with magical powers. Rather he wondered how magic would worked. And if it worked this way or the other, how he would improve in it. What would be required of one like him to use it at all? He knew there were magic-users among furries, though he also knew by experience that those would never come in a village as peaceful and landly as Recklin.

At least so far. Driven by curiosity and the fear to miss the one chance his life would ever grant him, he was tracking the invisible trail of the magical white rabbit. Which eluded even his nose. The spot the rabbit had performed in had his scent, but the trail ended right where he had vanished into a puff of smoke. Running around the town hall and through the little streets, he even went on all fours and sniffed the ground in search of the smallest whiff. Anxiety grew, for despite his good senses he did not find a trail. Almost howling out in frustration, he noticed something. A little thread in the air, only visible to the world of scents, lead around this corner of a house and down the street. The husky followed it, down more streets and away from the market place. Within minutes he was at the outer reaches of the village, from where he could already make out a travelers wagon. The trail lead him right there.

The wagon was simple thing altogether, drawn by two oxen that busied themselves with their heads in a pile of hay. It was big, as should be if one meant to live in it. In front was a little cooking place. And there Jonathan saw the white rabbit, dressed in simple linen and tending an iron pot full of steaming soup. He hadn't yet noticed the husky, who slowly came closer. But eventually the magician looked up and regarded Jonathan with a smile. "Good day sir!" said the rabbit. Jonathan nodded in reply. "Good day, Mr..." "Robert." said Robert. "Just call me Robert." Jonathan nodded again, feeling uncomfortable. "Good day, Robert. Would you allow me to bear you company?" Robert grinned and reckoned him a place by the fire. "Sure, be my guest. And you are?" "I'm Jonathan." The husky sat down next to the magician. He could not help but stare at the rabbit. This simple fellow had easily made things fly through the air, make them vanish and reappear. This magic-user was now so very close, and looked so common, so beggar-like with his silly little pot of soup.

"It's magic you want to talk about." Robert stated. Jonathan shut his mouth so sudden it clapped audibly. Only then did he realize he was gaping until now. "Y-yes." he stammered, buta dam was broken and all his thoughts came pouring out at once.

"I'm baffled by your performance. To think I would ever meet a magic-user! Why would a magician come all this way, I thought. It's amazing how easily you've let all these things happen as you did! And when you vanished altogether, you were gone for real. I could tell, your scent was gone along with you, and I had a hard time catching up at all. And now, here, you look so simple." Jonathan stopped there, feeling awkward and stupid for what he just said. Robert, all smiling, didn't react though and just kept tending his soup. More considerate Jonathan broke the silence. "I want to experience magic." His ears felt hot, and he pulled them back to hide the insides from Roberts view, which most likely turned red as he spoke. "I mean... I won't ever be able to use it myself. But I... I would... if you... " he gulped. Reluctantly he whispered. "I would like to feel it. Intimately."

Robert the magician kept his smile while tending to his soup. Jonathan waited. Had he said something wrong? Hadn't Robert heard him? His muscles felt stiff while he kept his eyes locked on the rabbit. Robert tasted his soup, nodded to himself. Took the pot off the heat, served himself a plate. Suddenly Jonathan found a hot bowl of soup in front of his face. It wasn't magic, he merely hadn't expected that. He looked into the eyes of the rabbit. The smile had widened, looking more like a wicked grin now. "Surely, Jonathan. Let dusk come, and I will make you experience my magic most intimately."

Dusk came and they were inside Roberts wagon. They had talked while drinking tea. The next steps were very easy. Both men knew what they were here for. Jonathan sat inside the spacious wagon on a mattress. Around him boxes, containers and things of all sorts stuffed the room, so much there was hardly enough space to walk in between. All of these items, he gathered, were parts for Roberts various shows. Tonight he might even use a few of them, Jonathan imagined, though mostly in a different way than usual.

"Lay down." the magician said. He stood a few steps away from Jonathan. Both were naked. Jonathan nodded. His throat was dry from excitement. Slowly he lay down on the mattress, flat on his back, eyes directed straight to the ceiling. His heart was pounding in his throat. He felt light. The ceiling seemed to come closer. Jonathan realized his back didn't rest in the bed anymore. His fur stood on edge as he felt the brush of energy that the spell infused his body with. Roberts face came into view, smiling as he always did. The magician put his hands on Jonathans chest and belly. He stroked him, then used his finger tips to brush along the muscles. The first spark made Jonathan yelp, but they weren't painful. But soon he found himself enjoying the little pins of energy the magician stimulated his skin with. He felt his muscles relaxing while his heartbeat quickened. Soon his legs were attended, too, and he spread them lazily. The experience of levitation together with this massage made him almost feel dozy. Eyes closed, he couldn't see where the fingertips went next. Every little spark was a surprise. They were everywhere, and in his mind formed the image of a swarm of little electric fish floating around his body. They moved in waves, he realized, up and down his body. And then they seemed to circle his center. Closer and closer they came to his crotch, never touching, but with obvious intention. He sighed, and felt his testicles move. His sheath twitched, but relaxed as he was, he didn't erect yet. Less than an inch was between his sheath and the fingertips. Then they were gone. Suspension returned, and he felt ever so light and lost. As Roberts voice spoke softly, he felt his breath in his crotch. "Come out." The magician said, and suddenly the sparks had found Jonathans prostate. Fireworks shot into his nerves. An incredible wave of pleasure was rushing up his spine and climaxed in a full moan. His length unsheathed quicker than his reflexes managed to spread his legs. While the sparks receded, Roberts mouth enclosed the canine tip and covered it with tender licks. The husky kept moaning. Though the sparks were gone, some sensation had lodged within his prostate, lingering at the edge of his senses. Yet it was enough to fire his body and fuel him with lust and arousal. More he moaned, while soft palms were stroking his fur, one over his chest and belly, the other wandering his legs. Robert steadily sucked the canines member, moving his head up and down. Saliva drooled down his length and over his sheath. His tip leaked pre-cum. Never had Jonathan felt so much bliss before. He yelped, surprise plain to hear, as was feeling himself jerk and squirt into the magicians mouth prematurely. The rabbit swallowed it all, not hesitating to caress his guest. But Jonathan didn't feel done. The lingering sensation in his prostate kept driving him. His body did not relax as it normally would. When Robert lifted his head and regarded him with a knowing smile, Jonathan whispered "More."

Robert stood straight and grinned. He took Jonathans testicles in one hand and squeezed them softly. The same sensation his prostate held was infused into the canines orbs, which made him moan again. The walls around him moved on their own. When he realized it was himself that was moving, turned around by Robert, the magician already made him spread his legs. The same touch-less force which held him in the air tugged his legs, lifted and bent them, until Robert could easily rub his warm length against the canines buttocks. Jonathan shivered. He lifted his head until his chin touched his chest -his body had almost forgotten how to move on its own - to look into those wicked eyes that always held a smile. Robert had cocked his head slightly, and one of the long ears was bent in the middle. His paws were softly caressing Jonathans thighs. Robert moved his hips against the canines pelvis, rubbing his length slowly back and forth. The tip found his way underneath. The husky gasped. And moaned. The slender tip moved in. He was too relaxed to give any resistance. The electric sensation within his body tingled and he lost another jet of pre-cum. Robert sighed with pleasure, and slowly set himself into a rhythmic motion. It was a strange experience to Jonathan, yet he didn't question what happened here. His mind was too willing to experience anything this night. And this, though unrelated to magic, was much welcomed as well.

Minutes passed by, both males relishing in their closeness and rhythmic thrusts. For Jonathan it was a ride ever close to climax, so perfectly did the sparks and thrusts in his nether region work together. Roberts rhythm quickened and the rabbit gasped. Warm liquid filled Jonathans insides, and the husky moaned. The pace slowed down, yet the pleasure did not leave him. Roberts face was softer now, but not tired. Smiling he lifted one hand with a commanding gesture. Robert almost screamed in confusion and pleasure. Something within his balls churned in an explosion of sensations, and an intoxicating warmth washed over his body. The sparks were moving inside him, hitting his prostate to unite with the sparks there and cause another scream of pleasure. Finally the magician commanded the seeds to squirt from the canines tip. Jonathans member twitched unnaturally as all the juice fled upward, and a great load of it splashed right into Roberts mouth and against his cheek. The remaining seeds gathered in the air. Robert swallowed and hummed, as if tasting a wine. "A good vintage, my boy. You should have some, too." With these words the milky juice poured into his mouth while seeds were still jetting from the canines member. The quantity lessened. Again he was willing, and relished. His seed even tasted better than he expected. The sparks seemed to tingle his tongue, in a way that made it seem he could taste and feel his orgasm once more.

Jonathan could not tell if his climax had taken ten seconds or ten minutes. He only knew what he wanted. "More." And Robert answered "Yes."

What followed now would long seem all too surreal in his memory, and indeed it was so even while he experienced it. The walls were moving again. Roberts face came closer, all smiling. His hands reached for his cheeks, stroking his soft fur, scratching behind one ear. Jonathan hummed softly. Then his head was turned around, so he was looking down on his own body. His throbbing member seemed so long from this ankle. His belly and chest were moving up and down with calm breathing. His arms were stretched out, which he hadn't even realized before. And between his shoulders sat a stump of a neck. His head was missing.

Before his lazy mind could process its own confusion, his body came very close, stopping just so his nose would rub against his own length. Jonathan moaned, and felt his vibrating breath that made him twitch. Mindlessly his tongue lashed out and licked the tender flesh. He tasted wonderful. His muzzle moved from base to tip, licking and pleasing his length. Pre-cum dropped on his nose and onto his tongue. He loved his taste, so fresh and warm. He twitched again and caught himself between his lips, sucking. The sensation almost made him lose hold of his tip in a moan. Eagerly he kept sucking and licking, an incredible momentum of pleasure forcing him to go on. He tried to grab his hips in front of his face, but his hands only grasped at the empty air. Soon he gave it up. So he just kept sucking. The tingling sparks now populated his groin entirely, not inhabiting any specific spot and yet stimulating them all. Had he not been forced to swallow the thick load, he hadn't even realized his ejaculation. He looked up and saw his Adam's apple move every time he swallowed. What a pleasantly strange dream. And the sparks flooded every part of his body.

Still sucking, he saw his body float away. He felt his lips pressing against his knot as he sucked. He felt his tongue lapping against his sensitive skin. And yet his body was an arms length away, his sheath closed with fur. While his mind failed another attempt to comprehend, a white paw reached around and strong fingers pressed Jonathans knot. Moaning his mouth let go of the length. The white paw held his throbbing length like a dildo. The thumb massaged his underside, squeezing a drop of pre-cum out which fell on his nose. Jonathan watched, mesmerized. Then the hand was gone, and with it his member. For a moment it felt cool. Then something brushed his tip, and suddenly he penetrated a tight place. Someone moaned behind him. A moment later, he realized it was Robert. And long moments of slow thrusts later, he realized it was Roberts anus he penetrated. The magician was using his detached member like a toy. The huskies tongue lolled out. Holding his head with both hands, Robert turned him around and pressed Jonathans nose into his rabbits length. All the while the thrusts continued, slow and steady.

Almost mechanically routinized, lost in his endless dream, Jonathan licked the male length, gave it little kisses and eventually engulfed the tip with his lips. Robert moaned steadily. Slowly shoving Jonathans mouth over his member, he used him to pleasure himself. Simultaneously Jonathans length kept thrusting, sometimes quicker, sometimes slower. He felt the sparks everywhere in his body, they had turned into a steady background noise of his nervous system. Already it seemed to him they had always been there, always a part of him. Robert jerked. Squirts shot up his mouth, making him swallow. As before he could re-experience the orgasm through taste, though this time it was Roberts and not his own. At the same time his canine member, a forgotten part at the edge of his consciousness, was thrust hard and quickly, the knot tying inside and a hot flood of tingling fireworks shot from his tip. Lost in this ocean of pleasure, his mind blacked out.

When his mind resumed some blurred focus, the first thing Jonathan found was Roberts warm smile above him. Gravity had his body back, and he felt himself lying on some sort of hard floor. Also his body parts felt somewhat misplaced, but that he didn't concern himself with yet. "It's been extraordinary, Robert." Jonathan said. "I am happy. Please, let me go now."

Robert smiled, and only the slightest hint of sobriety edged his wickedness. "No."

One syllable. Merely two letters, plainly spoken. It was all it took to make his mind awefuly clear. "What?" he gasped. Robert reached out and stroked his cheek. Jonathans body had been further separated. Legs, arms, torso, hip, length, tail, head. All equally distributed into chests and boxes of the magicians wagons interior. "I can't." Robert giggled, and then sighed, the only hint of regretin his voice. "You gained more than I intended to give you, Jonathan. You must stay - for now."

"But" Jonathan whispered "What does that mean?"

Robert smiled, warm and cheerful. "It means you must learn your first lesson. Magic." he made a pause, pondering his words, then giggled. "It is not a toy."

With these words Jonathans world drowned in darkness as the lid was closed.