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Riley adjusted his glasses, frowning at his book as he perched on his chair and carefully considered the page, occasionally glancing from it to the half dozen unfinished charms on his drafting workbench. He was a pretty average kitsune, an 'adult' only in that he'd stopped being considered an adolescent a decade ago. To a human, his rapid approach to the second half of his 20's would qualify him as an adult, but as far as kitsune went, he was still a long time away from his second tail and being anything more than a moderately magical, bipedal fox person. He had a classical red fox fur pattern, a slight paunch from not exercising enough, and a deeply furrowed brow as he considered the problem he had set out to solve.

You see, the problem with sex magic was that there wasn't much of it. Documented, at least. He was hardly the first one to dabble with it, but it wasn't like you could trot over to ye olde spell shoppe and pick up a copy of 'Magick wot fucks for dummies' just because you happened to be in the mood.

No. Unfortunately, or perhaps, fortunately, there was no real method to follow except to repurpose parts of spells that he knew worked, and try them in different combinations until he found one that did what he was looking for.

Enlargement had been pretty easy, that was just a targeted growth spell. Inducing 'heat' was really just a chemical thing, simple enough to replicate with magic if you understood the molecular structures involved. The magical adjustment of one's gender was slightly more complex, but transformational magic for the purposes of swapping gender was a well understood and respected field of magical study, so he hadn't had to start from scratch there.

Chastity, though.

Hrrm.

The kitsune rubbed at his cheek, continuing to play with his face as he tried to fit the problem into the space inside his head. It usually helped his thought process to break a problem down into smaller parts.

Aesthetic debates about cages and belts and the like aside, a chastity spell broke down into three key points. Firstly, the charm should stop physical arousal. Second, it should prevent orgasm. Third, it should be unable to be removed by the wearer without the permission of the one who applied the charm.

Technically, when you put all of those together on the one magical charm and then squinted, the spell looked a lot like a magical seal, or maybe even... A curse.

Most kitsune, (but not all of them), agreed that curses were terrible things, evil spells practiced by malicious beings that made all magic users look bad by association. They were highly illegal, and even studying them was forbidden to all but the most trusted of magical folk who specialised in the removal of said curses.

To create one, even just for research purposes, required permits for days. Permits that Riley definitely didn't have. As such, if he started committing brush strokes to paper, and anyone in the magical community ever found out, he'd be in so much trouble. It was definitely not worth the risk, this was all very silly and he was going to stop now and do something more productive with his time.

Right after he found out if it actually worked or not.

Stopping erections was easy enough, you just needed a magical barrier that conformed to the, uh, 'appendage', and then put in an addendum to make that barrier fixed in size, so that whatever was inside of it would be unable to expand. Preventing orgasm was also technically simple, all you had to do was block the nerves in the area to prevent stimulation, but that was a rather inelegant solution. Riley had instead developed a nerve blocker that was tied to the presence of certain chemicals in the body, as well as the respiratory and circulatory systems. In short, if you were relaxed and calm, you'd be able to feel full sensation, but the more aroused you were, the less you could feel in the targeted area.

He'd spent several nights testing that one out, carefully tweaking it until a solid hour of trying frantically to paw off with a toy under his tail had resulted only in a mess of pre and aching muscles. Even all on its own, that enchantment was maddening. Thinking about his aching need for release, and the gentle tingle of his tightly clenched paw on his own shaft... It made Riley sigh and shiver, reaching down and pawing at himself absently as his cock tented his pants slightly.

As for 'not able to be removed without permission'... That was a tricky one. Permission in spells was similar to the use of real names, in that you had to be very careful how you formulated your spell or you'd end up with either a lock that could only be unlocked by a specific person in a specific place at a specific time during a specific season, or with a lock that had so many loopholes that you might as well have never locked anything at all. And, given that the thing being locked here was a spell that would prevent you from ever getting hard or cumming, it definitely needed to be secure, but not so secure that you'd end up trapped forever.

Conditions, then.

First of all, the wearer should not be able to remove the spell. That was obvious. Second of all, at any time, the one who put the charm on will be able to remove it by speaking the magical phrase written on the charm. No location or timing requirements, disengages as soon as the phrase is uttered.

Pretty easy, if you didn't think about it too hard. But Riley was the kind of magic fox who liked to think a little harder.

Say, for the sake of example, that the person who applies the spell loses the ability to speak, either via magical influence or tragic accident. Maybe they can't read the spell. So in addition to the phrase, they should be able to remove the spell just by folding it in half, causing it to harmlessly fall off!

Now it's fine, right?

Wrong.

It was important when messing with magical permission spells to always include a backdoor for worst case scenarios. Imagine if the person who placed the charm died! Not only would it be tragic, but the charm could never be taken off! No, there needed to be a way to transfer 'ownership', (the word made Riley squirm in his chair and blush a little), of the spell to a third party if needed.

Really, all that was necessary was a third clause that could allow the transfer. It would require the new owner to touch the charm either way, and given that said charm was designed to be affixed on or near one's private parts, just asking would be punishment enough for a humiliated sub trying to remove the charm.

But if there were two subs...

No, there needed to be one more barrier for entry. Smart magic users put backdoors in their spells. Smart, horny magic users put embarrassing backdoors that can only be used in certain circumstances in their spells.

In order to transfer ownership, you must first make the new owner cum. Then, touching the charm paper transfers, then the new owner can remove it at their leisure. Therefore, if two people are wearing the same charm, they can't let one another out because they can't make one another cum.

If they tried, though...

Riley realised that he was playing with himself, again. Worse, he'd undone the button on his pants at some point, and now his half chub was staining his underwear with pre. While it was deeply tempting to fantasize about two subs frantically playing with one another, trying their hardest to cum so that they could remove the charms, trying and trying and trying, teetering on the edge of release for minutes, maybe even hours...

N-no. If he jerked off now, he'd lose his nerve. Finish the spell, test it out to make sure it works, have some fun, then cum. Then maybe a nice pasta for dinner, it was starting to get late.

Having puzzled out all the kinks, Riley started on the kink. He cleared a spot on his workbench and put the book aside, drafting up a sketch of the spell's various pieces. Like all spells, it was necessary to balance all the functions so that it formed a stable magical shape, although in this instance, it was easy and simple to add a loop designed to siphon off minute amounts of magical energy from whoever was wearing the charm. On a non magical being, the charm would still work, but it would be required to run on its own power and would last maybe a few hours at most. But on a magical being such as himself, the tiny trickle of power needed to sustain the spell would be easily provided by the wearer, and it would last indefinitely...

The force cage was astrally aligned, made out of an invisible, magical light. The nerve deadening and biofeedback functions were already a finished package, mostly balanced with a slight earth/body aspect. Permission magic was all umbral, but the, uh, cum based condition added a slight fire leaning. Hmm. A tweak here, some counterweight there, add the loop on the second level and the sigil base on the third...

The sketch seemed to come together in an oddly beautiful series of circles, requiring only minimal polish before it clicked into place and took on the telltale shimmer of magically active ink on paper.

Riley cursed, under his breath. It was a rare spell that was so... Easy. Some of the spells he'd made in the past required multiple revisions, half a page of junk magic to balance the spell, and they never quite came together how he wanted. But this... It was a thing of beauty, an elegant orb atop a clear thin disk above two clean, complimentary circles.

And he couldn't show it to anyone, ever, because this was definitely a curse.

He'd only seen a few of them in his life, but Riley knew that curses had a certain... Ineffable quality to them. It was the same distinction between a knife for eating and a knife for killing, an intent evident in its design. This was a spell designed to be Put Upon someone, regardless of their own will. A curse.

And it was making him rock hard.

Shit. Riley took a deep breath, pulling his paw away from his sensitive cocktip. He had to calm down, otherwise the spell wouldn't keep him soft. It would have to be applied while he was flaccid or that whole part of the spell would only function to keep him from getting any harder than he was right now, which would completely defeat the point.

A design flaw, perhaps, to be worked on in a later iteration. Although, what would he tweak without ruining the symmetry and balance of the spell? Sensing the errant thought would work well as a distraction from his situation, Riley carefully lifted up the charm- ...well, uh, the curse, and examined it, copying over the rough form onto a spare piece of paper for later study, as well as doing a rough sketch of the shape of the magic itself, so that he'd be able to replicate it more fully in his mind's eye and probe the design for places it could be improved further. Magic was a tricky, flowing, living thing, and was difficult at best to translate to a 2d sketch, but he tried his best, like all the magic users who had come before him.

The busywork helped him to relax and take his mind off of the storm brewing in his loins. Maybe it wasn't too late to put a pin in things and come back to this another day.

That's exactly the kind of thing someone thinks when they've calmed down. Riley looked down at his unzipped pants, eyeing off the newly calmed bulge in his pre-soaked underwear, and the telltale, prickly thrill of forbidden kink crawled its way up his tail and back.

Just a quick test run, to make sure it works.

He felt himself stirring at the thought, so he worked quickly, taking the curse paper in both paws and letting go, leaving it floating in the air between them. He moved his paws smoothly, causing the paper to squish and deform until it was roughly the size and shape of a business card, the magical sigil painted on it maintaining its correct aspect ratio even as the paper shifted and squished underneath it. Then, before he changed his mind, he took the curse in one paw and used the other to pull back his underwear, revealing the soft white fur of his sheath and balls, his cocktip peeking ever so slightly out of his sheath.

He shivered, taking a deep breath, and placed the paper on his crotch, pressing it down like a post-it just above the base of his cock so that it would drape over his sheath and balls like a tiny paper curtain. There was a brief sensation of coldness, or maybe wetness, or maybe tightness, and then nothing.

Riley breathed out, taking the paper in two trembling pawtips and giving it a gentle, experimental tug. The paper made a tiny noise, like a miniature cord being pulled taught, but it didn't tug on his fur at all. He applied a little more pressure and found that the paper didn't want to budge even a single millimeter, but no matter how much pressure he tugged with, it didn't yank against his skin or fur at all. It was simply fixed in place. He wiggled about on the chair, and the paper followed along as though it was glued to him, but the connection was definitely magical in nature, and no amount of force would remove it except when the conditions for removal were met.

An experimental attempt to tear the paper met with similar unnatural magical resistance, and it defeated his work scissors without so much as creasing the paper. It could flip up twist and crease without issues, but now that it was magically charged, it would resist all but the most focused of magical damage, which would not be a winning proposition unless you also didn't mind burning off your own dick and balls, along with most of the lower half of your body.

Stuck, then. Properly stuck, until Riley folded the paper or spoke the magic word.

Riley bit his lip, letting out a shuddering breath as he took his soft sheath in one paw and squeezed.

He squirmed on the spot, his hind paws splaying out and curling as he wiggled down into his chair, blushing and flicking his ears. Fuck, it felt amazing, but also it felt tight. He was now horny as hell, but looking at his sheath you'd think he was considering the implications of differential calculus in magical sigil design. The only hint that he was aroused was the bead of pre forming at the end of the tip, which was still poking through the creamy white fur at the end of his sheath. Not a smidgeon of growth since he'd stuck the curse on.

This thing was working like a dream. Maybe he'd leave the spell as it was, so that the sub would be forced to wait and calm down, knowing full well what was waiting when they inevitably went soft...

Out of habit and horniness, he found himself once again stroking his sheath, going redder and redder as the gentle caresses along his flaccid length caused his trapped cock to try harder and harder to grow outside of the confines of its invisible prison. Even better, as his breathing became heavier and the pre started to flow out of his sheath and matt the fur on his balls, he could feel the squeezes and rubs start to become feather touches. He growled, baring his teeth to the empty office as he took himself in a paw and squeezed down once again, shaking a little as the relative effort rewarded him with a disproportionately gentle tingling sensation, as though a light breeze was blowing past his nethers.

Fuck. Shitting fuck, son of a bitch. He wanted nothing more than to speak the magic phrase, rip the paper off, and cum all over himself right there in the study, but no.

That's not how a chastity-addled sub should cum.

Shaking a little, Riley pushed the chair back and stood up. One benefit of not being able to get hard was that he was able to flip the paper back down over his still soft cock and tuck the whole thing back into his underwear without any effort, as though the last few minutes of moaning and growling and whimpering as he squirmed in his chair had never happened.

He shuffled over to a box tucked behind some junk on one of his shelves, and carefully extracted it, carrying it revenantly back over to his workbench. He cleared the paper and pens and brushes out of the way, then took the lid off and placed it to one side, revealing his stash.

Aside from being a newly minted innovator in the realm of magical sex curses, Riley was something of an avid collector of a certain kind of ceremonial equipment. He looked over his collection, trying to decide which of the items would be appropriate.

After several seconds, he shrugged and decided on 'all of them'.

First things first, he scooped up and buckled a black leather collar around his neck, snug but not too snug. He put aside an open mouthed leather hood and a ring gag for now, and focused on applying a set of four matching, locking leather cuffs to each of his paws, pausing to divest himself of his shirt, pants, and underwear in the process. To make up for the non magical, garden variety BDSM gear, his next item was of a much more magical persuasion: a startlingly realistic foxcock, modeled after his own at full mast, twitching and pulsing as though with a heartbeat and leaking pre even more liberally than his real cock did. The magical infusions on this bad boy meant that all he had to do was flop back in his chair, raise one leg, and start to poke at his own ass with the tip. Pre from the enchanted cock stuck to his fur and pucker, drawn to it as if metal to a magnet, slipping inside of him all on its own. The fluid resembled pre, but had several magical properties and functioned as an all in one steriliser, cleaner, lubricant, and muscle relaxant, so an enterprising bottom like Riley could go from zero to knot without having to bother with all that tedious preparation and cleaning and pre-stretching. The sensation of slowly stretching himself out made Riley huff and whimper as he had at himself with the toy, glad not for the first time that he was living alone as the obvious sounds of a male submissive kitsune pleasuring himself filled the room and cottage.

He worked his way down to the start of the knot on the toy before drawing it back out of himself and placing the slick shaft gently on the bench, making a mental note to wipe up after himself later as he pulled out the last of his toys for the evening, a 'wand'. For shits and giggles, this one was patterned with moons and stars but was strictly of the mechanical vibrating kind, rather than magical. He fished under his desk with the plug attached to the wand with one paw and managed to find the outlet, plugging it in and pushing one of the buttons on the side, causing the device to spring to life and buzz like a box full of angry bees.

He'd 'cast' many-a spell of orgasm on himself with this over the years, usually while wearing one of the half dozen different kinds of chastity cage that were rattling around in the bottom of the box on the desk, but this time he didn't need any of them. And the 'spell' should fail, no matter how hard he tried...

With fumbling paws, he put down the wand, plucked off and put aside his glasses, and picked up the blackout hood. It was custom sized to his head, padded over the ear pouches to inhibit hearing, and was closed and featureless but for a hole for his nose, an opening around the mouth, and the laces up the back. He tried to keep his breathing steady as he unlaced the back and slipped it over his head, wiggling it back and forth to situate his ears and snout in the right place before huffing through the hole cut out around his nose, feeling around in the close darkness with his paws and painstakingly threading the laces back through the loops down either side of the back of the hood. It was fiddly, doubly so because he couldn't see, and not for the first time it occurred to him that all of this would be considerably easier with a second person, but he didn't let that deter him. Soon enough, the hood was on snug and tight, blocking out all light and an appreciable portion of the sound, leaving him mostly alone inside his own head, with only the amplified sound of his own breathing and swallowing to keep him company.

He felt around on the desk for a moment, finding and disregarding the wand and nearly knocking over the toy before his questing paws happened upon the coolness of metal. The kitsune grabbed the gag and held it up by one strap so that he could feel it, figuring out which way it was facing. He corrected it, grabbed it in both paws, opened his mouth wide and threaded the metal ring into his own maw, pulling it a sensible but horny depth into his mouth before meeting both straps at the back of his head and buckling it in place, right over the laces on the back of his hood.

He huffed, tossed his head, worked his jaw, and licked at the ring, but it was stuck fast. He let out a happy noise, wagging his tail slightly before sitting back down in his chair, angling his head back slightly in an attempt to stop any drool from leaking out of his mouth. It never worked completely, but it was better than the small puddle that would form if he was leaning forward or on all fours.

Lastly, he took the wand in one paw and the toy in the other, the wand sizzling back to life at the press of a button before settling down to a low, dull buzz as he pushed the 'down' button repeatedly, putting it on the lowest setting. He placed the wand next to him on the chair, and used both paws to guide the toy's tip back to his slick hole, letting out a loud, open mouthed groan as the tip slipped back inside of him, his breathing already a little ragged. He slowly started to fuck himself with the toy once more, his other paw creeping over to grip at his still soft sheath and the cock hiding within.

The pressure on his cock was immense! He really was trying to get hard now, but the blood flowing to his cock simply rushed back out as muscles strained and chemicals flowed and Riley's heart beat and his cock remained resolutely and completely soft. The pre flowing out of him was making for a fine, clear mess all over his crotch and thighs, not that he could see it, but when he fondled himself his paw came away slick and sticky, causing him to moan once more as he continued to squeeze and fondle at himself.

Great green gilgamesh, it was incredible. Had he already used the word incredible? Who cares, it was! He thrust at his paw, fucking himself with the toy at the same time, squirming about on his back as he imagined... A strong, sorta arrogant, handsome kitsune, who loved toying with him. Hung, and always teasing him about how they'd be about the same size, if Riley could ever get hard. He made Riley wear the collar all the time, with a tag that said 'property of' on it, and Riley only ever got to cum if he was good all the time, wore his maid dress while cleaning up, sucked his master's cock every day, and did whatever his master told him without hesitating or complaining.

Mnngh, nnff. Riley gargled through his gag, fumbling with a sticky paw and grabbing the buzzing vibrator wand, pressing it directly against his sheath. The tingling was so gentle, he whined and bounced on the spot as he rapidly turned up the power until the buzzing was clearly audible through the padding around his ears.

The other kitsune, his master, started thrusting harder. No, please master, the knot is too big, it'll never fit! I'll make it fit, his master growled, hiking up his leg and fucking him all the harder, the imaginary slap of furred flesh against furred flesh filling Riley's mind as his moaning and whimpering filled the room.

He was so close! Both to the knot, and to orgasm... He gulped and swallowed, suddenly aware of a line of drool that had flowed out one corner of his mouth and was now dripping onto his shoulder and the chair, but he couldn't have given a fuck even if the room was on fire at this point. He pushed the wand down on his cock as hard as he could, chasing that faint tingling feeling frantically as the last bit of the knot slipped inside of him and hit the point of no return, the whole toy slipping inside of him to the base and causing him to whimper and yelp as his master knotted him and came inside of him, filling him with his cum! With both paws, he tried to vibrate and push and squeeze himself to orgasm, he was so close, so close, but he might as well have been trying to jerk off another toy because he just couldn't feel anything! His throbbing, aching cock was begging to be violently stimulated, but even as he squeezed at it, he felt only the lightest and most teasing of feather touches.

It took a solid three or four minutes for Riley to stop, whimpering and groaning in frustration as sweat dripped off of him and and fluids leaked fucking everywhere. Eventually, he turned off the vibrator, gasping for breath and lying in his chair, aching.

He rested for only a few moments before sitting back up, whimpering again at the knotted length shifting inside of him. He fumbled with the buckle on the back of his head with slick pawtips, pulling the gag free with one last groan as the strand of drool that stretched from it snapped and fell onto his bare fur, adding one more matted streak of fluid drenched fur to go with all the others. Cleaning all of this up would be a tremendous pain in the ass but that was a problem for future Riley because right now Riley needed to cum right now.

He fumbled with the laces as he gritted his teeth, fantasy over for now. He'd gone and made an excellent curse that did exactly what it needed to, and maybe someday he'd even trust another living person with it, and now the experiment was over and the first notes he'd write about it were several dozen jets of hot, white cum. From the churning in his balls he was probably going to have to clean it off of the ceiling later but, again, who gave a fuck.

The last of the laces relented, and Riley tossed the hood onto the table, blinking blearily. There'd still been some light out when he'd put it on, and there was only darkness out the window now. Whatever. He spoke the phrase that deactivated the curse, grabbed the paper with one paw, and yanked.

The paper went taught and twanged.

Huh. Must have misspoke. Riley spoke the command again, and tugged once more.

Nothing. Stuck fast.

Growling, Riley curled in his chair to get a better look, squinting without his glasses and wincing as the knotted toy inside of him once again lightly stirred his insides. He tried folding the paper, but that didn't deactivate it either. Had he misspelled something?

Nope, he'd written it down properly, he was saying it right. So why the fuck wasn't it coming off? An edge of panic was starting to creep into his thoughts now. He'd carefully considered everything, there shouldn't be an issue, whoever was the owner could break the curse by speaking th-

Rule one. The Wearer cannot remove the curse.

This would supersede rule two, if the two of them happened to conflict. Like say, if the wearer and the owner were the same person.

Ssssssssheeeeeeiiiitttt.

No, this was fine, all Riley had to do was find someone and transfer ownership to them and get them to break the curse.

By, uh, making them cum. In order to remove a highly illegal curse that he'd made, illegally.

Riley took a moment to center and focus himself. One deep breath, hold, exhale slowly, hold. Inhale once more. Find your inner calm.

For a moment, everything in the room was completely still. Then Riley gripped the sides of his chair.

"...fffffffffffffFU-"

***

It was next week.

The thought scanning spell that Riley was using was illegal, but, well, he was already a magical criminal who would be going to super spell jail if arrested because the indestructible evidence of his crimes was magically attached to his dick, so what the fuck, why not? This one was particularly gentle, feeding him only the vaguest whispers of whatever surface level thoughts the being he pointed the spell at was thinking unless he focused the spell more.

Once you were already at the maximum amount of crime, little crimes became startlingly easy. Once this bullshit was over, Riley was for-sure going to invest in some magic hardened locks for his cottage. The ease with which he'd broken into this empty warehouse was honestly kind of embarrassing, and spoke volumes as to how much of society was held together by an unspoken mutual agreement to follow the rules.

He was propped up in the rafters, near one of the windows facing out onto the street. It was a grey, shitty day out there, and a steady stream of humans and mythical creatures were filing into and out of the cafe on the other side of the road, all of them checking their phones or walking along with a small magical cloud around their heads, for the hold-outs who insisted on using magic instead of technology to avoid having to speak to other people in public.

And most of them seemed to be aware of the rules of magic, to some extent.

Piss and balls, had it ever turned out to be fucking impossible to find someone in this city who didn't know that curses were extremely illegal. It was a nightmare, a never ending nightmare of fitful sleep and aching flaccid cocks and constant, constant pre, all the time, every hour of the fucking day. He was having to change his underwear three times a day just to stay fresh. And always, the delicate touch of fabric against his desperate cock was enough to make him whimper and bounce on the spot, inviting strange looks every time it happened.

The desperation and fear were both physical, tangible things that he appeared to be carrying around inside his own chest, and both seemed to be made of lead by the weight of it.

He needed to find someone with little to no interest in magic, and then he needed to seduce them. What a strange week this was turning out to be.

He wasn't a virgin, but he wasn't exactly going out to clubs and hitting on people with the intention of sucking their dicks in a bathroom stall either. And now he'd stuck himself in this little trap of his own invention, and here he was, breaking and entering, scanning the thoughts of passers by to try and find someone who knew nothing about magic. So he could make them cum.

Damn it. All the cum sloshing around in his balls seemed to be leaking into his brain as well, because, because... He desperately wanted someone's dick in his ass. Or his mouth. Hell, why not both, and one for each paw as well, and 14 more werewolves standing around so they could all coat him in jet after jet after jet of- get your shit together, Riley, focus.

He shook himself and huffed, scoping down the binoculars again. He'd never find anyone with no magical interest, he'd be stuck with this curse until he broke and went to the authorities, and then they'd lock him away and throw away the key but at least in jail he'd be able to fucking cum! God, his whole life was over because of a stupid, thoughtless-

Ping.

Oh. Found one.

A nondescript male human walked out of the cafe, holding a drink and looking around like he was lost. A tourist, new to the ways of magic, thinking about where to go for some lunch. Totally oblivious to the kitsune over the street in the warehouse rafters, rapidly dialing up the potency of his illegal mind reading spell, searching for any history in magic and finding none.

A thought stole into the human's mind, unbidden. 'Maybe there's something nice to eat in the park, specifically near the back where there weren't many people around and there's a bunch of empty apartments.'

He blinked, bemused for a moment, then shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee and wandering down the street. What park? Must have spotted it out of the corner of my eye before and didn't notice. Definitely this way, though.

Across the road, Riley dangled from the rafters and fell onto all fours, scrambling and skittering his way over to the back door, unpropping it and tossing aside the brick he'd used to keep it open. He pushed the door gently closed, smoothed himself over, picked a cobweb off of one ear, and then hiked his backpack over one shoulder and casually strolled down the alleyway and out into the street, heading after the human. He considered whistling casually, but thought better of it.

***

"Soooo... New in town? No, no. Uh, hi, you look lost, do you need a guide? Nah. Hi, I need your help to solve a problem! Probably not. Fuck, what should I say!?"

Riley muttered to himself as he walked, trying to stay far enough back to stay out of sight but not so far back that he lost sight of his target. He stalked him all the way to the middle of the park, where a group of overpriced tourist traps sold small amounts of adequate food for high quality restaurant prices. He salivated a little at the smell of fatty comfort foods, but remained steadfast, casually checking his phone and leaning up against a light pole near the picnic tables. Nothing to see here, just a normal kitsune out for a stroll in the park.

The human ate by himself, tossed his trash and returned the platter, which was nice, and then wandered off in the direction Riley had magically suggested, away from other people.

It was almost frighteningly easy to manipulate the magically oblivious, Riley thought to himself as he slipped through the picnic area and slunk off down the shaded trail after the human.

The trees were pretty large and thick around this part of the park, with the path being basically the only open space, as opposed to the wide open stretches of grass near the carpark and the sports field. The human walked around a corner and disappeared from sight, and Riley nearly skipped as he accelerated to catch up. He slid to a stop in a tiny spray of leaves and twigs and poked his snout around the tree, only to sight the human sitting on a park bench, checking his phone again.

This was it. Now was the time. When he made his approach, Riley would have to be forward but not too forward, firm but not harsh, assertive but not aggressive. He'd make it so that the human would want to help him, as though it was all his idea, as though this was just a happy accident, and oh while you're there could you also just do this one thing for me real quick?

Riley took one last steadying breath and stepped out from behind the tree.

Evan was idly scrolling through the feed on his phone when a shadow loomed over him. He glanced up, and a six foot and change person, one of those animal people who lived in this city, loomed over him. A cat? No, a red fox, wearing glasses no less.

"I- A- Yo-..."

"Can I... Help you?"

The fox thing frose for a second, and then burst into sobbing tears.

"Phuhuhleeeaaasssse help meeheheheee..."

***

Evan cupped his glass of water in both hands, looking around the conspicuously clean apartment. The fox person, who'd introduced themselves as Riley, had led him here and let them both in, and had mostly composed himself. He returned from the kitchen with the hint of wetness along the fur around his mouth. Whatever he'd done to drink water with such a long snout, it had been noisy and messy with no other cups around.

"Uh... Nice place?"

"Oh," The fox sniffed and wiped his nose on his sleeve. "It's not mine. These are all holiday rentals, they're empty all year until summer."

"Oh. Are you like... The property manager?"

"No."

The fox sat down on the recliner, looking at Evan, who was beginning to feel like he was in the presence of a dangerous person.

"So, you said you needed my help? I mean, I don't carry cash on me..."

"Wha- No. No! Goodness no, I have a place to live." The fox shook his head, laughing at some untold joke. "I don't need any money. Hell, I could pay you, if it makes this any easier."

"Pay me...?"

"I'll be completely honest with you. ...Mostly honest with you." The fox clapped his hands? Paws? His hand-paws in front of his mouth, clearly searching for the right words. "...What do you know about magic?"

"Uh... I know it's possible, that technology can do most of what magic can do, that it's super expensive to have done unless you live in a city like this where everyone can do it, and that it tends to backfire explosively, a lot."

He didn't know what part of that was supposed to be funny, but the fox broke out in a hoarse chuckle. Evan began carefully and calmly examining his exit routes.

"Yeah, yeah, you could say that, for sure, for sure. Well, I have a... Magical problem, and I need the help of someone who knows absolutely nothing about magic in order to fix it."

"Well, that's lucky for you, that I happen to know next to nothing about magic," Evan said, beginning to suspect that it wasn't luck. "So what do you need, like... Blood? I'll have you know I'm no virgin."

"No no no, nothing like that. You see, I happen to be, uh, a little cursed right now."

Evan looked Riley up and down, brow furrowed. "So like... Were you human? ...Is it contagious?"

"What? Oh, no no, that's not the curse. I'm a born and bred kitsune, my curse is of an altogether different and, unfortunately, self inflicted nature."

"I see." He didn't see.

"You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"

"Nope."

"Well, here's the really, really oversimplified version." The fox took a deep breath. "I put a... Spell... On myself, and accidentally made it so that only someone else could dispel it. Now I need you, to remove the spell, by becoming the owner of the spell, and then dispelling it. Do you follow me?"

"Uhhhh, kinda? I said, I can't do magic though..."

"Oh that's totally fine, you don't need to do any in order to become the owner of the spell, and dispelling it is as easy as ripping up a piece of paper. And I will be, so, so grateful if you could help me out with this."

"Huh." Evan scanned the unusual vulpine shape of Riley's face, watery eyes, wagging tail, and quivering whiskers and all. There didn't seem to be any malice there. "I mean, if it's as easy as you say, I see no reason not to help out."

"Fantastic! There's just one thing."

Evan facepalmed. He was too fucking trusting, that was his problem. "Ugh. Alright, how mu-"

"I need you to take off your pants."

"...Come again?"

"I sincerely hope to."

Evan blinked several times.

"Okay, so first you stalk me, then you're trying to guilt me, now you're propositioning me?!"

"...Yes. That is the sequence of events."

"What in the fuck kind of magical problem do you have that involves getting into my pants? Haven't you ever heard of dating apps!?"

"I have but I can't-!" The fox caught himself and forced his cracking voice to lower and become even. "It's complicated, okay? This curse I put on myself isn't strictly speaking, legal."

Familiarity dawned in Evan's brain.

"Ohhh."

"Oh what?"

"This is like, an embarrassing kink thing, isn't it."

That one hit the mark. The fox started to blush bright red, an impressive feat considering how thick his fur was. He stammered and spluttered. "W- I- Well! I mean, it's not just that-"

"Right. I see. You've done some kind of forbidden sex magic on yourself and now you need me to pull the sword from the stone."

"Uh, in a manner of speaking...!? I really do mean it, all I need to do is make you cum once and then you rip up a little piece of paper and then you can be on your way, I can pay you for your, uh, time, and then I will never bother you again, I promise!"

"So, you want to suck my dick in a house you obviously broke into so you can break a curse you put on yourself with no way to remove it by accident?"

"Yep, that's a pretty accurate summary."

"Have you never been on a fuckin' date before? At least buy me dinner first!" Evan sat back in his chair indignantly, but the fox didn't seem to know how to respond, so he continued. "I had some shitty fast food earlier and it was like throwing a hot dog down a hallway. Have you seen what they charge back there? I should have had enough food to feed three people!"

"I... S-so, just so we're clear: you want to go on a... Date?"

"Why not? I'm new in town, and I'd like to get to know you at least a little better before I let you near my dick."

Riley seemed stunned by this turn of events, as though all of his careful planning had been scattered to the four winds.

"I... Suppose...?"

"Great! Where are we eating? Your treat, by the way."

***

Free steak was the best kind of steak. Evan had devoured most of his, while chatting with and getting to know this strange, nervous fox. Evan had insisted on a bottle of rather expensive wine as well, which had gotten his date to relax, even if a little. He still seemed strangely jumpy and nervous, like a junkie waiting for their next score, but appeared to be a well put together and functioning member of society. He worked for himself, making magical 'charms' for clients and selling them online, had his own home that he owned outright, didn't seem to get out much, and had strong opinions on various sorts of calligraphy inks. He was chatty, and occasionally hints of a sharp wit poked through the cloud of anxiety and distraction that was clearly bothering him.

Evan began to wonder what it was. Some kind of magic butt plug, perhaps? As an active, practicing bisexual, Evan was well availed of some of the stranger things a person's body could be compelled to do, or stretch to accommodate, but that side of life had never held any real attraction for him. And clearly, this is what it got you, begging strangers for sex in an apartment you broke into.

When the fox laughed, it cut through the veil, clear and high. Plus, he was a fuckin' fox, they're cute by default. Whatever, so maybe he's kinda cute, maybe Evan was going to get lucky tonight, whatever happens happens. New city, new opportunities.

Evan began to wonder what the patterns in Riley's fur looked like under that shirt, just as he flagged the waiter down to order dessert.

***

Keys turned in the lock, and Riley flicked the light on as he opened the door.

"So this is your actual house, huh?"

"Yes, I promise. Look, I said I was sorry, alright?"

"Hey, don't beat yourself up. You're not an awful date, once you get started."

"Oh... T-thanks...?"

"Ah, don't worry about it. If you're gonna suck my dick, the least I can do is be nice about it, right?"

"Ahahah, yeahhhh..."

"So. Bedroom, orrr...?"

"Right! Yes! Bedroom. I uh... I only have a single bed."

Evan raised an eyebrow.

"Tell you what. Why don't we go to my study? It's got a nice, very clean chair where you can sit back and relax."

"Just the one chair?"

Riley shrugged and motioned for Evan to follow.

Evan wandered through the cosy little cottage, which was filled with strange bits of paper hanging from every surface, presumably the charms Riley made for a living. Mixed in with strange writing and pictograms were pretty good drawings of birds and trees, the occasional family photo, and absolutely no trace of another person living here. This fox, or rather, kitsune, was clearly not expecting to have to share his cottage with anyone else, not even for one night. It was sad, in a wistful, lonely sort of way.

Oblivious to it, Riley bustled his way into the study and turned on another light, scooping up some empty plates and mugs and doing a last microsecond tidy. There was a lot of paper on the work desk, with a huge comfy chair parked in front of it, one of those high end recliners that could lean so far back you could lie down on it if you wanted to. It was probably nicer and saw more sleeping use than his actual bed.

This room was an entire person manifested as a physical space, filled with writing and books and drawings and magical sigils, with a tiny window looking out onto some trees and flowers.

It was surprising to Evan that with a fox's sense of smell, Riley was actively tuning out the incredible scent of male sex. It was awe inspiring, like someone had spent literal days doing nothing but jerking off, and recently too!

Evan coughed, slightly. Riley did one last look around the room, conspicuously glanced at an unmarked box, and causally pushed it out of sight with one of his feet. Paws. Feet paws.

"So, this is where the magic happens, then?"

"More or less."

"Well!" Evan stepped forward and sat down in the chair, reclining back and spinning it around to face Riley, who looked a little like someone had just come into his house and proceeded to sit in his very favourite chair. "Shall we begin?"

"I... S-sure, I guess. Did you wanna, uh..." Riley started to stammer and blush again, his ears drooping back as all of the confidence and friendliness went right out of him. He started to shuffle forward, as if to reach out and whip Evan's pants off right there and then!

"No no no, hold up. If I'm going to be breaking a curse for you, I wanna know what I'm working with."

"Oh. W-well I mean, it's not exactly-"

"Legal, I know, you've been over this. I've decided that I'm not going to snitch on you, and you've made it extremely clear that you need my help, so be a good fox and just, explain the situation to me. Please?"

"I..." The fox was clearly deeply, deeply conflicted about this.

"I promise I won't tell anyone. You can trust me, okay?"

"Can I? We did only just meet."

"What do I gain by ratting you out? And... Well, it was a nice date, too."

That got a small wag out of the fox. He seemed to reach a decision, took one last deep breath, and started to explain everything.

***

Evan stroked his chin thoughtfully as he regarded the unusual sight of a person-shaped kitsune's fox-shaped dick and balls. There really was a sheath. It would probably take a little getting used to, but he could work with this, he supposed. The curse paper was fascinating too, particularly the way the ink seemed to wiggle and shift when you weren't looking directly at it.

"Hmm."

"Yep. So, can I pull my pants back up yet?"

"Nah, leave em off."

Evan got back up from his squat, turning away from Riley, who looked about ready to die of embarrassment as he kicked his pants off and sent them across the room. The paper thing stuck on his dick was stuck good and proper, and true to Riley's word, the paper seemed to be indestructible and his unusual, sheathed cock didn't grow an inch no matter what happened.

What a curious use for magic. It had never even occurred to him. He quietly and privately wondered what other things magic could be useful for, that technology could never match.

"An entire week, huh?" Evan strolled up to the workbench, eyeing off the dozens of failed counterspells that Riley presumably spent at least some of the past few days making.

"Yeah. It hasn't been fun, honestly. I mean, sure, c- ...Chastity can be fun, but I've been like, really afraid, that I'll end up in jail and lose my whole life over a stupid fetish! It's been a lot, I haven't been sleeping well."

"You know, with this BDSM stuff, I've heard you're supposed to do it with someone else in order to be safe."

"Thanks, captain hindsight. I promise I will never put another curse on myself, thank you for this startling insight I could never have come to on my own, my life has changed."

Maybe it already had.

"So, what's your plan?"

"Well, I mean... Honestly, I didn't think this far ahead. The trick was finding someone to help me, who wouldn't immediately turn me over to the authorities."

"So, what, you suck my dick, I break the curse, you jerk off and then I go find a hotel?"

There was a pregnant pause.

"Wwwwweeelllllllll..."

Evan rolled his eyes.

"Not happening, sorry. It's dark out, I'm staying the night."

"O-oh. Well, that's fine, I'll uh, I'll sleep on the couch."

"We'll see. But like, your plan couldn't have been to just wear the curse and then take it off and jerk off! You went through all this, can't you at least enjoy the part that's supposed to be fun?"

"Well that sorta kinda was my plan, just with, you know... More toys."

"What sorta toys?"

Riley's face went carefully blank. Evan was impressed. If he were human, Riley would be dangerous in a poker match. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, Riley was a kitsune, which meant that the flattened ears and tail between the legs was a dead giveaway.

"Oh, you know. Toys."

Evan thought for a second.

"What's in the box over... There?"

"N-nothing." Riley was blushing like a child with their hand caught in the cookie jar.

"Really? Nothing at all?"

"Yyyyyep."

"I could just leave, you know."

"Alright!" Riley shook a little, trying to take the shrill edge out of his voice. "Alright, I'll show you, just please, you gotta break this curse."

It was a little rough. It was probably a bit mean to be playing with his emotions like this, after the week he'd had.

"Okay, okay, I promise. I'll trade you, one for one. Just, you know, you did all this work presumably to have a good time, why not savour it properly?"

Riley obliged, still looking rather like he was in trouble with the teacher as he pulled the box he'd hidden out from behind a pile of loose papers and put it on the workbench. He lifted the lid and Evan's eyebrow raised as well. It was full of bondage gear, a startlingly realistic animal cock, probably that of a fox come to think of it, and like five or six chastity cages. Evan took one out and examined the shiny metal object curiously.

"Those are, uh, the technology based method."

"I'm aware. Never really played with these myself, never saw the appeal. So you've done this before, then?"

"Oh, yeah, bunch of times. Longest I ever went was like 3 weeks."

"But you said you'd only been cursed for a week, and you're twitching and whimpering every time you sit or stand!"

"Well yeah! I had the key then, I could unlock any time I wanted! Being, uh, t- ...Trapped, it's different. Not as fun."

"Well maybe you can salvage something out of this experience, at least. This is yours, I presume?"

Evan held up a black leather collar. Riley looked down and away, nodding mutely, turning an even brighter shade of red, but it was hard to miss the slight wag of his tail.

Useful things, ears and tails on kitsunes. Made reading social cues a lot easier than it was with humans.

Evan smiled, a little. "Hold still." It wasn't a request, and Riley did indeed hold still as Evan buckled the collar around his neck.

The kitsune gulped, avoiding Evan's gase, shuffling on the spot for a moment before he reached up to the collar.

"Too far?"

"N-no, it's just..." Riley fiddled with the buckle and made the collar a tiny bit looser, then lowered his paws, leaving it on. "It's fitted, it just needs to be snug."

"Custom made?"

"Yeah."

"Just for you?"

Riley nodded mutely. It was incredible, the collar seemed to have flicked a switch in him somewhere and now he was nearly monosyllabic.

"A collar with no tag, and all these locks but you've got the keys to all of them."

Riley looked up, eyes wide.

"W-well I-"

"I didn't ask you to speak."

The fox's mouth snapped shut. Both of them remained perfectly still for a moment, then Riley opened his mouth again. "Now listen here-"

Evan gently placed his hand on the fox's snout and held it shut. Riley tensed up but didn't resist.

"I'm still speaking, Riley. From what you've explained to me, it would appear that you ever getting to cum again depends entirely on me deciding to let you cum."

Wide, sad fox eyes stared at him, and Evan rolled his eyes. "Which I will, but all I'm saying is, that makes me your, uh, 'keyholder' for the moment, right? Just nod for yes."

The blushing, wide eyed fox hesitated for a few moments, then nodded, ever so slightly.

"And as your keyholder, you should do everything you can to make me satisfied, so I break your curse, right?"

Nod nod.

"It's obvious that all this stuff here is how you would prefer to cum, if you had the choice. Yes?"

Nod nod.

"Now you're going to help me put all of it on you. Okay?"

Pause. Fidgeting. Another pause. Nod nod.

"Good boy."

The elicited a small whimper from Riley, but that tail was wagging again.

***

"Like this?"

"Y-yeah. You alternate the laces, just like shoelaces."

"Dunno what the hell kind of boots you have, but I think I get it. This tight enough?"

"'S fine, t-thanks."

"Now..." Evan fished around in the box and found a double ended clip, similar to the clip you'd find on the end of a leash. He'd spotted them among the trash at the bottom of the box. He turned back to the blind, hooded fox and tapped him on the shoulder. "Turn around, Riley."

The fox turned around. Evan gently took one of his trembling paws and held it for a moment, before clipping the ring on the cuff around his wrist to the piece of metal in his hands. Riley cocked his head, unsure what had happened, but Evan pressed on and pulled his paw across his back, connecting the other side of the clip to his other cuff, trapping both of his paws behind his back.

"Huh? O-oh!" The fox stammered, as he tugged at his cuffs and realised what had happened. The padding in the ears on the hood he had was apparently pretty thick, and it had deadened the fox's otherwise razor sharp hearing. "S-so, did you want me to uh, k-kneel? I've uh, I've practiced on the toy while wearing the gag but it can get kinda messy and slobbery, so if you'd prefer we can-"

"I still didn't tell you to talk, Riley."

"S-sorry."

Evan sized up the kitsune. He was mostly naked, blind, tied up, with some kind of homemade magic curse gone wrong attached to his crotch. He'd more or less stalked Evan, propositioned him for sex, taken him on an admittedly nice date, and then required only minimal convincing to let Evan tie him up. He was talkative, bright, interested in how things worked, eager to please, and achingly, desperately lonely in a way that he was so used to that he didn't even perceive it as a thing that could be changed or fixed. He was also cute and had a nice butt, and was clearly sorely lacking a dominant figure in his life to tell him what to do, both sexually and also, would it kill him to clean up some of these used plates in the study? Evan had never seen the appeal in playing pretend about 'owning' someone before, but something about this desperate, needy, vulnerable male...

Evan made up his mind.

"I want to know where the rest of the curses and charms are, Riley."

"Y-you what?!"

Evan advanced, grabbing Riley by the collar and pulling him close, the other hand closing squarely on Riley's sheath and giving it a firm squeeze, which caused the kitsune to apparently totally short circuit. The noise he made, the whimpering squirming yelp, it was so filled with need and lust...

"You aren't the sort to make a spell once and then forget about it. You made a bunch of copies of this curse in an attempt to break it, and then you stashed them somewhere. Where are the rest of them, Riley?"

"Nnnnh!!! Y-you can't, you promised-!"

"I promised one for one. You've had such a bad week, you've been so scared and upset, so you deserve a break, but after that I wanna see how much you squirm when you make it to three weeks."

Riley whimpered and squirmed, leather creaking as he struggled, pre leaking all over Evan's hand. So much of it, the poor thing must be about ready to die of arousal.

"I mean, you could always make this a one night thing. That's fine, I'd understand. But after seeing all this, I think what you really want isn't to sit in your cottage making sex curses, I think what you want is... A master."

Riley's breath caught in his throat.

"Would you like to try that, with me? It doesn't have to be forever, it can just-"

"Bottom drawer on the right."

Evan stopped and glanced down at the work desk, then back up at Riley. The kitsune was standing there, with Evan's hand grasping his sheath and balls, tail wagging, no longer struggling.

"There's a whole stack of them in there, actually. You're right, I tried everything I could think of."

Evan knelt down, keeping a hold of Riley's privates as he opened the drawer. There were indeed a dozen or so sheets of paper with identical drawings on them, an exact match to the one that was currently magically attached to the kitsune's crotch. Evan nodded to himself, shut the drawer, and then stood back up, the movement making Riley squeak and jump a tiny bit as his grip shifted once more on the kitsune's aching, sensitive cock.

Evan let go, grinning to himself as he wiped the kitsune's pre off on his leg.

"So, pet. What does your master do to you next, in your little fantasy."

"My m- ...My Master t-turns me around, bends me over, t-then... Fucks me silly, then makes me cum while he's still inside of me. A-although, I tended to imagine my master having a knot, which you obviously don't, but if you give me 20 minutes and untie my paws I should be able to whip up a charm that-"

Evan interrupted the babble by tapping Riley's nose with the metal of the ring gag.

"O-oh. Another time, then?" Riley let the question hang as he obediently opened his mouth, his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth gently.

"Another time." Evan pressed the gag into the fox's mouth, buckling it snug but not too snug around the back of his head. He ran his fingers over the leather strap, which pushed the kitsune's cheekfur totally flat, and was surprised to find that the helpless, horny kitsune nuzzled at his hand and purred, very quietly.

Very gently, Evan scratched his way down the kitsune's cheek and neck, then explored the fur around his chest, before taking Riley by the shoulders and gently guiding him to lean forward and rest his weight on the workbench where Riley had made the very curse he was still wearing a week later.

"Now, you said this toy of yours makes like, magic lube, right?"

"A-ahh hahh..."

"Awesome. I could get used to this magic shit." Evan retrieved the toy from the sex box, stroking it once experimentally. If Riley was really this big when hard, Evan might just have to try power-bottoming at some point, maybe a few months down the line. "Tail up, pet."

The tail went up.

It was a good sign of things to cum.

***

In retrospect, Riley felt like he should have pushed harder for sex on the recliner. The table was a cute thematic tie in, but he'd spent half the time he was being fucked worrying that it was going to slide away and have them both on their faces mid-coitus. Still, part of being properly helpless and at the whims of your master turned out to be letting go and not worrying about the small details.

It was nice, to not worry.

It was also nice to experience one of the most intense, cathartic orgasms of his entire life. He'd had to clean the ceiling the next day, and he was sure there were still droplets of fossilised cum lurking somewhere on top of one of the bookshelves, but the smell had gone away eventually.

When Evan had put the new curse on him, he'd expected to be afraid or anxious, but instead he'd just felt blissfully at peace. It was all out of his paws now, and he'd just have to trust in his master.

The trust was nice, too.

That, and the queen sized bed. Turns out, being able to sprawl was fucking awesome, all the more if someone was willing to hug you and scratch behind your ears.

And in a box which now lived under the bed, there was a black collar resting on a stack of small sheets of paper with curious ink designs on them. And hanging from the black collar, there was a little tag. On it, in delicate brush strokes, there were two things.

Riley. <3

Property of Evan.