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Reaching into the big, cardboard box, I pulled out a tightly sealed plastic bag, adjusting my glasses and turning it toward the light to read the tiny printing on the label. More lavender. I had already filled one canister with dried lavender, so the bag went on the back shelf, with the other surplus stock. Next out of the box was a bag of dried mint leaves. Now, these I was almost out of. Hopping down from my stool, I crossed the storeroom and stepped out into the cozy little tea shop, finding the nearly empty mint canister on its shelf and carefully dumping the contents of the bag into it.

I was on my way back to the storeroom when the bells above the shop door jingled and a dapper Gray Squirrel poked his head in, his brown eyes wide as his gaze darted around the shop. He was older, well groomed, and wearing a charcoal gray suit and dark burgundy tie. Not exactly one of my typical customers, but I'd gotten all kinds since I took over the shop.

"Hello," I said, stepping up on the eight inch wooden platform behind the counter that almost put me at eye level with most folks. "Can I help you find something?"

The Squirrel hurried over to the counter, giving me one of those cursory glances that I hate.

"Is your father here?" he asked.

I was barely five foot tall, small even for a Rabbit, and my genetic dwarfism made me look younger than I was, but anyone who took a moment to really_look_ at me could tell that I wasn't a child.

"I'm twenty-six years old and this is my shop," I said shortly. "Do you want to see my driver's license?"

The Squirrel took a step back and finally_looked_ at me.

"I'm sorry; no, I-I don't, I'm just a bit...nervous. I've never been in here before, but my cousin said this was the only place to find certain...items."

"Who's your cousin?" I asked. I had a right to be suspicious. Many of the_items_ I sold would land me in prison for the rest of my life, if the wrong people found out about them. No, not drugs or guns or kiddie porn. Magic. Which was not immoral or dangerous, just ignorantly illegal. And sometimes, the only chance a person had.

"Hector," the Squirrel said. "He was in here last week, a Weasel with an eye patch?"

"Yeah, I remember him," I said. I doubted I'd ever forget that one-eyed Weasel. "What do you need?"

"Well...I've been experiencing...That is to say, I've noticed--" His face turned red beneath his fur, giving him a pinkish hue.

"Trouble in the bedroom?" I guessed.

The Squirrel nodded. "It's only happened a couple of times, but I'm not getting any younger."

"No problem," I said with my buck-toothed grin. "I have just what you need."

After showing him a four ounce package of our proprietary herbal tea blend--enough to get him by for a month or two--I decided to offer him a more permanent solution.

"Now, if you drink a cup of this half an hour before sex, it will improve the hardness and duration of your erection, frequently up to twice as long as you are currently experiencing."

"That sounds like the stuff I'm looking for," the Squirrel said, pulling out his wallet. "How much?"

"Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves," I said. "There is another option, one that will have you fucking harder and longer than you managed in your twenties."

"So why didn't you start with that?"

"Because_this_--" I placed my paw on the package of tea. "Won't get you thrown in jail if someone catches you with it." I paused, letting that sink in. "Want to hear more, or would you like the tea?"

The Squirrel hesitated, his thick, luxurious tail flicking anxiously.

"Tell me more, please."

"It's a magic charm," I said. "It's simple to use, but can be tricky the first time. I would have to help you. After that, once every six months or so is enough to have you rock hard and ready to go at a moment's notice. Some guys have even come back to tell me it made their dick bigger." And as with most males, that last bit of info was enough to seal the deal.

"How much?"

"For this, I don't accept money," I said, hopping down from my step and walking over to the shop door. I put up the_Back in an Hour_ sign and turned the lock. "Follow me."

I led him into the storeroom, gathered up the few supplies I would need, and took him upstairs to my apartment over the shop.

"Excuse the mess," I said, using one large hindpaw to push a box of rough wooden disks aside. I was in the process of sanding them smooth and sorting them by size and tree type. I went into the bedroom and turned on the bedside lamp. He lingered in the doorway, looking more uncomfortable than when he'd first entered the shop.

"I'm sorry, what am I doing up here?" he asked.

"I'm going to show you how to use this charm, and then you're going to pay for it," I said. I pointed to a chair in the corner. "You can put your clothes over there."

"I have to be naked?"

"Well, I suppose it would work if you just took your pants and underwear off, but it can get a bit_messy_. I wouldn't want to get anything on your nice suit."

"I beg your pardon?" He sounded scandalized.

I finished placing the supplies on the bedside table and pulled an old towel out of the drawer.

"Look, if you want the charm, this is how it has to be," I said. "Or I can ring up the tea and we can forget about this."

The Squirrel walked away, his ears flat and fur bristling, but was back a moment later, pulling off his tie and removing his suit jacket.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," he muttered, toeing off his fancy leather shoes. I shed my own clothes, stripping off my T-shirt and jeans, but leaving my boxers on. Finally naked, the gentleman Squirrel crossed his arms over his chest. "Now what?"

He was a good-looking fellow, for all that he was probably twice my age, the fur on his balls maybe a bit more silver than gray. I motioned toward the bed.

"Please lie on your back and relax. This won't hurt a bit." Funny, that did not seem to reassure him. He lay down, his manicured claws fiddling with the fur on his chest and his eyes following my every move. I picked up a slender, polished piece of curved bone and showed it to him. "Do you know what a baculum is?" Not having a penis bone myself, the first time I saw one, I had to ask.

"I better, since I have one," the Squirrel said with a nervous chuckle. "Why? What is that?"

"It's the baculum of a raccoon," I said. "The animal, not a person. This particular one has a powerful charm placed on it. When inserted into your urethra and bathed with your semen, it activates the magic and you get six months of the best orgasms of your life."

"Wait, wait--You want to put that_where_?"

"Don't worry, I've done this many times," I assured him, placing my paw on his sheath. "Just relax. Most guys find it an unusually pleasant experience. Unless you'd rather have the tea, of course."

He sighed.

"No, I suppose I've some this far, might as well see it through."

"That's the spirit," I said and began stroking his sheath. Even at his age, his cock hardened quickly, the pink tip emerging from his silver-gray sheath, his balls growing more pronounced as they filled with seminal fluid. As his shaft emerged, the pink flesh darkening as it filled with blood, his musky scent filled the air, making my own cock harden within my sheath.

Once he was fully erect, I grabbed a small bottle of lubricant off the bedside table and carefully applied a large drop to the tip of his cock. I slathered it on the baculum, and then gentle fed the slender end of the bone into the opening of his penis.

"Oh! Oh, my," the Squirrel gasped, his tail flicking as I eased the three inch bone down into his urethra, the polished length sliding against the sensitive walls inside his cock. The crook at the end of the baculum fit smoothly against the tip of his cock and prevented the bone from slipping too deep.

"All right, then," I said, stepping back and wiping my paws on the towel. "No we just need to make you cum, and of course, the small matter of payment."

"What do you want?" the Squirrel asked, his voice strained, needy.

"Your ass," I replied, slipping off my boxers and letting my hard cock emerge.

The Squirrel raised his silver eyebrows.

"Your just full of surprises, aren't you?" he said. "Who would have thought such a little Rabbit would have such a big cock?"

"It's an illusion of proportion," I said, though secretly I was just like every other guy and loved to hear nice things about my package. "It just looks big because the rest of me is so small. You won't have any trouble taking me."

"Yeah, all right. Fine. Why not?" the Squirrel said. He drew one leg up as I climbed on the bed, and I drizzled lubricant onto his tailhole and my cock. He groaned as I slid inside, surprisingly hot and tight for an older fellow. I sank deep, the rim of my sheath pressed against his puckered opening, and fought against my instinct to pound into him. Being a Rabbit, I wouldn't last long once I got going, and this was not completely about my pleasure.

Slowly, I withdrew, then plunged into him again, making him moan low in his throat. I wondered when he'd last had a hard cock in his ass, and if mine was better, but that was too personal. This was business. Wrapping my paw around his slick shaft, I stroked his cock in time with my thrusts, the hot organ twitching each time I sank my length into his body. With the pad of my thumb, I rubbed the tip of his cock, smearing precum and lubricant over the end of the baculum and making it move inside of him. His moans rose in pitch and gained a hint of desperation, his back arching. He was close.

Letting go of my restraint, my hips jerked with a fervor not seen in many other species, and he cried out in release, his cock throbbing in my grasp as the orgasm thundered through him, strings of cum spraying from his cock as the fluid was forced out past the baculum. The magic charm activated, glowing for a moment with a bright, spring green light, and then winked out, its work complete.

I gritted my teeth, ears quivering as I pounded into his slick tailhole, the pleasure sparking, flaring, burning, roaring, exploding within me in the span of a few heartbeats. I came hard, thrusting deep and spilling myself inside of him, my hips continuing to twitch even as I softened and pulled out. Breathing hard, I climbed off the bed and grabbed the towel, wiping the traces of lubricant off the rim of my sheath before tossing it to him.

"Clean yourself up," I told him, pulling on my jeans and T-shirt. I carefully removed the baculum from his softening cock. "I'll package this up for you and be waiting downstairs." I left him lying on my bed, still splattered with his own semen, and made my way down to the storeroom. I washed the baculum and placed it inside a little bag of cheap chamomile tea. I also got a small box out of a cupboard, the kind that jewelry or trinkets might be sold in, and I lined it with tissue paper, added a sprinkle of lavender, and placed within it a polished black stone with a rune carved into it.

It wasn't magic, but it looked like it could be. If the Squirrel was stopped and searched, he would be found to possess an ultimately harmless--and quite legal--decorative rock and a bag of tea. If the authorities found what they thought they were looking for in the box, my hope was that they wouldn't search the tea. Was I being paranoid? Merlayne certainly went through far more elaborate schemes to bring me the charms and potions and magic whatnot, so I doubted it. Mer would probably rip me a new one if he ever found out I sold a charm to a stranger without doing a thorough background check first, so it was possible I wasn't paranoid enough.

A few minutes later, the Squirrel came down the stairs, his tie crooked and his suit jacket draped over one arm. I explained the box and the tea, and sent him on his way. And if someone does find the baculum charm, I'd really like to see them prove that it's magic.

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