Charnival 2010 - Abracadabra
Charnival 2010 - Abracadabra
Rakuen Growlithe
Disclaimer: Mr White does not belong to me but to whoever made him up. (I don't actually know because we received our entries anonymously (Actually I did learn who requested this story but I'm not telling anyway)).
AN: This is my contribution to Charn's Charnival. It was a 'secret Santa (One day your parents will tell you Santa isn't real. When they do, remember everything they told you about Jesus)' type of thing where we sent in characters to feature in stories/art and then received a random entry for which we were to provide the story/art. The theme was also amputation/castration so if you don't like that then stop reading.
After the crash of my laptop this story is now the first I'll have typed in Linux.
Finally, thank you to Charn who read this through and pointed out a number of errors (and places where I shun American conventions and a part where he missed a foreshadowing joke).
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There are many tales about Mr White and all of them involve magic, a victim and a good dose of humiliation. One of my personal favourites takes place at Charn's Charnival, a twisted version of a happy fairground which has claimed its own share of victims in its time. It was late at night and everyone had gone home, the bright colours of the fair were transformed to shades of grey only broken by the orange glow of the few lights still burning, and their feeble light was mitigated by the descending fog. In that eerie scene, a tangling of joy and nightmare, light and dark one figure moved, the night watchman.
He was a wolf in his prime, well-built and determined. He had taken the job to earn a little extra money and it didn't exactly hurt that he thought the tight-fitting black shirt went well with his rough, grey fur. He came on duty near the end of the day, giving him a perfect chance to pick up a bitch or two and hide them in a tent until everyone had left and the two of them had the entire park to themselves. Tonight though he was alone, something he wasn't happy about but a condition he would later wish had persisted.
He was making his final round for the night when he noticed that a light was on inside one of the tents. Cautiously, he peered inside, expecting to see a bunch of kids messing around. What he did see was a large white rabbit, dressed in a white suit with a purple vest. His top hat followed the colour scheme, being purple with a white band. His forepaws were covered with purple gloves and his hind-paws in white shoes. More striking than his clothes, though, was his mask; porcelain with gold and purple trimming.
"Come on in!" exclaimed the rabbit. "The more the merrier and I am need of an audience."
"You shouldn't be in here..." replied the wolf, his voice wavering a bit with uncertainty.
"Don't be silly. Sit down. It'll do you good."
That was a lie of course. What the unfortunate wolf should have done was run, but he was taken aback and the confidence emanating from the rabbit put him at ease. He sat down, his ears twitching back and forth as he tried to make sense of the situation.
"Now can I have an audience volunteer?" asked the rabbit, looking straight at the wolf.
He shifted in his seat and glanced around, half expecting and half hoping there was someone else. The room was empty though and he stood a little self-consciously and stepped up the stage.
"Now what is your name?" inquired the rabbit.
"It's Jake," replied the wolf.
"It's good to have you here Jake," the rabbit grabbed his paw and shook it warmly. "I'm Mr White. Don't worry about anything and just ignore the audience. I assure nothing will go wrong."
Jake gave a weak smile at the comments. He couldn't tell what made him feel more uneasy, the unexpected presence of a magician and helping him out or being told to ignore the non-existent crowd.
"I always get a little nervous before my act," admitted Mr White, "and sometimes I start to sweat a bit. If you don't mind would you please wipe my forehead?"
The rabbit held his arm out to the wolf, a bright yellow handkerchief protruding conspicuously from his sleeve. Jake rolled his eyes, knowing exactly what was planned, "Fine."
He reached forward and took the corner of the kerchief, pulling it free only to find it joined to another, a green one. He continued to pull, Mr White's eyes going wide in fake shock as the stream of hankies grew and collected on the floor. Yellow, green, red, white, blue, pink, purple, striped, polka-dots, grey.
Jake was beginning to despair that the trick would drag on forever before the last handkerchief finally came free, accompanied by a burst of confetti.
"Wow!" exclaimed Mr white, jumping back. "That was certainly a surprise!"
"If you're five years old and have never seen a magic show," muttered Jake.
The rabbit's nose twitched and his eyes narrowed as his talents were simply shrugged off.
"Let's try a card trick, shall we?"
As he posed the rhetorical question, Mr White's paws gave a flourish and in each appeared 26 cards, their faces hidden from view. Without a pause, and seemingly without looking at his paws, the rabbit started to shuffle. Jake couldn't help but stare as the cards danced as though they were alive, from paw to paw the soared, joining together and fanning out, all the time accompanied by the dry rustle of cardboard.
"Take a card, but don't let me see it," instructed Mr White.
Jake did as he was bid, seeing the seven of diamonds.
"Now put it back," continued Mr White, "making sure you remember it."
Once the wolf returned the card to the pack the trick resumed. There was more shuffling, increasing in speed until the pack began to smoke. Jake stepped back apprehensively, but it was a magic show so it didn't come as too much of a shock.
"Is... this... your... card!" exclaimed Mr White.
With his final word the pack disappeared in a flash and burst of smoke, which trailed up in the air to form the image of a seven of diamonds.
Jake nodded, "Yeah. That's pretty good."
"Pretty good?"
The purple-attired magician's ears flicked.
"How many magicians do you know that can do that?"
"Well I don't know. It's all tricks. Everyone knows that," answered Jake with a shrug.
"Mmm... perhaps something not everyone can do will tickle your fancy."
There was a coldness in the rabbit's voice, a change the bored wolf failed to note.
Mr White clapped his hands together and a black curtain at the back of the stage parted to reveal an a wooden and padded "X" which rolled forward to join the two furs.
"Please stand in front of the cross and put your arms and legs against it," commanded Mr White.
"Um... What are you going to do?" asked Jake.
It might have just been an innocent magic show, in his mind, but it was a strange thing to ask and not something he was immediately comfortable with.
"Don't worry," replied Mr White, patting the wolf on the shoulders. "It's just a little trick, remember? No one will be hurt. It's just about entertaining the audience. I wouldn't do anything to harm you."
Listening to Mr White's words of comfort Jake didn't notice himself being led to the cross and moving into position. Without a word, Mr White reached into his pocket and drew out a purple wand with golden ends. He pointed it at the long string of handkerchiefs lying on the floor and they stirred before floating up into the air. The colourful material flew gracefully through the air, curling around the wolf's wrists and ankles before suddenly pulling taunt and trapping Jake in place.
The grey wolf squirmed around, giving a surprised yelp, "H-hey! What're you doing now?"
"Quiet, this is just to make sure you don't move around. You don't want the trick to go wrong and you get hurt do you?"
"But you said I wouldn't get hurt!"
"Not if you stay still. The bindings are just to ensure your safety."
"Now this next trick is not something you'll ever have seen before. In fact it's pretty much a unique trick, one only I can do."
During his explanation Mr White pulled Jake's shirt up to his chest and pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees. This left the wolf's well-toned stomach and sizeable sheath exposed. The rabbit ran his paws down the canine's paler belly fur till they cupped the male's balls.
"Hey! You can't do that!" protested Jake. "Untie me now or I'll tell the police!"
"You can't tell the police until I untie you," retorted Mr White. "Even if you did call the cops it won't help. I've had my run-ins with them already and nothing has come of it. So the point is you're going to stay there until you're suitable amazed!"
The rabbit walked off the the side, leaving Jake alone in the centre of the stage. The wolf's mind was racing. It was obvious that he was in the company of a madman and tied as he was he couldn't see much of a chance of escape. What if the rabbit decided to kill him? Who could tell what was going through the creature's mind?
"This is where the real magic starts!" exclaimed Mr White, wheeling a movable table out and in front of Jake. "Lights, please!"
As the lapine magician clapped his hands the house lights went dark and Jake found himself squirming in the beam of a spotlight. The wolf squinted from the bright light while trying to free himself from the surprisingly strong bindings. Even with his youthful muscle there was little he could do to prevent himself from being displayed for the rabbit's amusement. Again he felt the bunny's paws run along his fur and gave a snarl.
"Keep a happy face for our audience," whispered Mr White. "We don't want to refund their tickets."
"There is no audience!" yelled Jake, losing his temper and hoping, in vain, that he might attract someone's attention.
The chance of someone hearing him was remote though. The amount of time's he'd had his way with a female and heard her howling at the top of her lungs should have reminded him of that. Now, however, he was in a much worse predicament and his howls would certainly not be uttered in the same state of mind.
"If you were a kid I would now place a ping-pong ball under one of three cups and let you guess where it was," said Mr White. "You have, however, expressed a disdain for any sort of childish magic tricks so I've had to adjust this game to be a little more... adult in nature."
The purple-clothed magician took one of his three cups and brought it up between Jake's legs. The wolf shook as he bent his head down, trying to see what was happening. He could feel the cool side of the cup sliding along his sack and the soft pads of Mr White's paws when the rabbit covered the top with his hand. As he drew the cup away Jake felt the strangest sensation, his balls could still feel the inside of the cup but he could see the cup, now sitting upside-down on the table before him. He couldn't accept what that meant and strained to get a better look at his groin.
"Don't bother," chuckled the magician, "there's nothing there now. And it's going to stay that way if you don't choose correctly."
"Th-that's not possible!" cried out Jake in shock, his pupils widening to dominate his eyes even in the bright light.
Even as he denied it's possibility though Jake could tell it was true.
"It's possible," Mr White assured him, while running a paw over the now empty spot beneath the canine's sheath, "for me. Hehehe."
Mr White placed the two empty cups upside-down alongside the one that contained Jack's ballsack.
"Here are the rules of the game," explained Mr White. "One cup contains a part of your body while the other two are empty. I will shuffle the cups around and then give you the chance to guess which one contains your scrotum. If you get it right, I'll return it to you. If you guess wrong it will disappear for ever. I'll also give you a second chance if you make a wrong guess with your first try. Understand?"
"You can't do that! It's wrong and disgusting and unnatural and... wait! You can't start already! I wasn't watching!"
"That's not my fault," came the nonchalant reply. "It's not my balls riding on this choice, but if they were I assure you I would pay more attention. Now, under which cup lies your sack?"
Jake's heart was pounding as he looked at the table. He could feel the wood under his sack but from the outside all the cups looked identical. There was no way to tell which one was the right choice and he hadn't seen them being shuffled so he didn't have a clue where to start.
The wolf gulped, "Thmmemma."
"I didn't quite catch that."
"The... m-middle one..."
Time seemed to slow as the rabbit reached for the centre cup and suddenly lifted it to reveal nothing!
"Wrong! One more chance remaining."
Without even a pause the rabbit slammed the cup down and began to rapidly switch neighbours. After about half a minute of blurred movement he left the three cups to stand on their own once more.
"Under which cup are your balls?"
It was his last chance but once again there was little Jake could do but guess. He hadn't chosen correctly the previous time but he had to get it right now. He couldn't lose his balls! What kind of male would he be then? He'd never be a father either. His whole future seemed to rest on that one choice.
"The..." he paused, his eyes darting from one cup to the next, "The left one."
"Th-the left?" repeated Mr White, seeming surprised at the choice.
The rabbit's uncertainty made the wolf confident that he was correct and he nodded to confirm it.
"If you had said the right," grinned Mr White, "then that's what you would have been. But the left... That's not going to cut it. Wrong choice!"
The rabbit slammed his paws down on the table and the cups all vanished in a puff of smoke. At the same time Jake suddenly felt an emptiness between his legs. His balls were gone and now there was no longer even the hollow satisfaction of their disembodied sensation.
"Noooooo!"
Mr White gave Jake a moment to mourn the loss of his balls, letting the news sink in until the weight of it made the wolf's body sag.
"Everyone feels like that when they lose their sack."
As he offered his faux condolences Mr White patted Jake's shoulder. The wolf's face was now a mess, fur matted and darkened in two streaks where his tears had run.
"On the positive side I'm here to help," explained the rabbit. "Without a sack your cock is really just functionless weight. I'm willing to take it off your hands for you and put it to good use in my act.
"Don't touch my dick!" snarled Jake, his ivory-coloured teeth shining in the spotlight. "You're sick! Haven't you done enough? Just leave me alone!"
"You didn't appreciate my magic yet," Mr White sighed. "But don't worry. You're cock will be a big help, if your balls were anything to go by."
Despite his protests Jake was unable to stop Mr White as the magician pressed up against him and cupped the wolf's sheath in his paws. The rabbit's fingers gripped and squeezed all around the fuzzy tube, slowly moving up and down as he encouraged the hidden member to emerge. He grinned under his mask as Jake started to pant, unable to resist the lapine's magic fingers and in just a few minutes of that treatment he had a firm and dripping wolf cock standing up from between Jake's spread legs.
"Very nice," commented Mr White. "I think I can use this with very little changes."
"What are you talking about?" panted Jake, his ears folding flat as the other male molested him.
"Your shaft. It needs to be a bit longer and thinner. None of that is too difficult."
Jake's eyes widened in astonishment as the rabbit gripped his dick and began to pull. Instead of hurting his cock gradually began to lengthen, the excess girth disappearing to give additional length.
Although Jake was still trying to come to terms with his new, longer, cock Mr White wasn't wasting time and quickly closed the dripping organ in a box and drew out his wand.
"Now here's a variation on a trick you should know, sawing the wolf in half."
As he spoke a glow formed along the length of his wand and he brought it to the base of Jake's cock.
"Please don't! You already took my balls, just leave me with my cock!" cried the frightened wolf.
"This will be different. I won't deny you ever feeling pleasure again, but you won't get to decide when that will be either."
Leaving the wolf to puzzle over his cryptic comment, Mr White started to saw with his wand. The blue glow around it let it painlessly cut through flesh without spilling even a drop of blood. Behind the wand the flesh instantly healed, showing no sign of being cut and, even more astonishingly, Jake continued to feel his cock as though it were in place. Once the wand had cut completely through, Mr White hid the box inside a pocket and started to pack away his magical paraphernalia.
"Where are you going?" demanded Jake. "You can't leave me here like this!"
Mr White looked back and nodded, "I wouldn't wand to forget you."
The bunny hopped over and in a smooth, impossible motion pulled the grey wolf's boxers off him, holding them up. They were one of Jake's favourite pairs, dark blue with silver, chibi wolves dotted all over the silky material. The rabbit's tail twitched happily as he ran the wolf's underwear through its paws. The material shone well in the light and seemed to sparkle despite a few patches where they were starting to wear thin. One of the wolf chibi's, begging with a bone in its mouth, was coloured in to look like Jake, obviously the work of a previous girlfriend of his.
"Very cute," chuckled Mr White. "They will do well in my collection."
"No! Come back here and let me down! Please! Don't just leave me..."
Jake gave up and hung his head once the rabbit had left the tent. He could feel his cock bumping back and forth in its box and wished it was still attached to his body. How would he ever be able to explain this to a bitch? How would he even start explaining it to his boss when he was found, smooth-crotched, naked and tied to a cross in the tent?
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Jake was never able to forget that encounter at the carnival because although he never again saw Mr White, the rabbit often would handle the wolf's disembodied cock. In the box it grew dark and never softened until it was easy to mistake for a wand, a task for which Mr White would recruit it when he wished. All it took was a few good rubs and a burst of white confetti would shoot from the tip. It was always good when he wanted to convince someone that they had a bit of magic talent and he often wondered how much he would be able to sell it for. For Jake he learned not to hold anything dangerous when he felt a hand on his dick because shortly after that he would spasm and feel a pang of longing as he remembered how good it had felt to be a man.
The End