Magical After Show
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The after show isn't normally all that exciting to Keet. That's not to say he doesn't attend and watch from the audience on occasion. He is a fox, after all. But participating? That's a rarity for the vulpine. It seems that perhaps there was a little pent up energy, and he's volunteered to show off some of his own skills and assets for theater's patrons. Or perhaps one specific patron in the back. Hopefully they appreciate all of his hard work.
I did this mostly to fill a few hours of time I had available. Shadi was nice enough to accept my commission, and I wanted to write a little something to match up with it. An idea popped into my head and I quickly wrote it down. It's short but might be enjoyable enough to get you to want a little more.
Keet took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. He wasn't still quite calm, so he repeated the process. His nerves finally under as much control as they were going to be, he pushed aside the curtains and stepped out on the stage. This part he was used to as a stage magician, but the performance tonight wasn't like any other he had been part of.
The theater was particularly quiet as they wanted for the fox to start his act, a sea of various colored and shaped eyes staring back at him from the gloom just off the stage. He could smell the heady and musky scents of his patrons. They all knew what the after show was about and they were certainly eager to see it get underway.
The fox tipped his hat politely the audience, starting the performance the same way he did his regular shows. Instead of letting it drop back down to his head, he gave it a large sweep across his body, a trail of purple sparkles and light trailing slowly behind it, leaving a ribbon that failed away a moment later. As he did this a violin started up from somewhere to the side of the stage, setting a soft sort of swaying tempo. It was soon joined by some other instruments and percussion. It seemed to fit the lithe mage as he started to sway and move around the stage.
As he moved, trails of pink and purple magic faded behind him, almost as if he were moving a bit too fast for the exposure on many quick successive pictures. His tail swished back and forth, working to the smooth rhythm that the instruments were speeding up. Not that he needed to, but Keet briefly debated using a glamor spell or something to help his performance out. If he bothered to look, all the eyes staring back at him had a hungry longing sort of look.
The music slowly picked up in tempo and Keet reached into his hat, pulling out the magic wand he used in many of his shows. Flipping the hat back onto his head, he slowly began to work an additional spell. This one not so much for the audience but for himself. The wand begin to glow purple as he moved about, pausing every so often to sway his hips back and forth to the viewers. Even when he turned around, he had his tail hiked up a little more than usual, showing off his rump and the space between his cheeks.
As his spell finalized and took hold, he turned around, grinning a cunning vulpine smile back at the audience. Keeping his feet in one place, he slowly let the wand trail down along his white furred chest, and then off to the side of his hip. A gentle flick to the side and he let the black wooden rod press up underneath his balls, the motion making them a lot more apparent than his cleverly groomed for made them.
Pulling the wand up slowly he let the testicles drop one at a time off the end, and pressed the tip along the side of his sheath, slowly stroking it upwards. Now that he was pointing it out, everyone could clearly see what no one really thought about when it came to a quadruped. The size of his sheath didn't indicate that he was overly endowed, but likely somewhat average for a fox his build. But, the show hadn't finished yet, and the guesswork would soon end.
As the glowing wand reached the top of his sheath, he briefly circled behind it, angling it downwards slightly so that his audience could see. Poking just out of the end of the white furry pouch was the pointed tip of his shaft, just starting to reveal itself.
The fox then began to sway his hips again, slowly working them in a circle, or just left and right. The music was guiding his body to do what it felt was natural. Trying to practice this sort of thing never worked and going with the flow seemed to be the best approach. As he pulled the wand away from his sheath and the tip of his shaft a soft purple glow stayed behind, just at the end of his sheath. The wand's glow increased in intensity as it was pulled away, but the cloud of magical sparkles left behind told everyone there was magic at work.
Now that the spell had a focus, he used the wand almost like a control bar for a marionette. Each movement of the stick allowed him to manipulate the shaft still hiding within his sheath. He experimented with the effect, pulling the wand off to the left, which was reflected as his sheath moved to the left as well.
As he resumed his dancing about the stage, he'd be sure to stop every so often and stroke the wand with another paw, even going so far as to place the wand down near his pelvis so they could watch the effect it had on his shaft. It only took a few runs of this teasing to make the shaft fill out his sheath and completely and spill out into the warm musky air. The audience, totally caught up in the performance made a collective series of noises. Some grunts, some gasping, some even moaning. Odds were good that many of the patrons had their hands down their pants (if they were wearing any) at this point.
As his sheath retracted down his shaft, leaving just the slightly engorged knot inside, he pulled the wand back up to his muzzle and gave it a slow lick. His smooth tongue swirled around the lacquered stick from just above the paw holding it to the white cane tip.
The addition of his tongue into the mix wasn't something he was planning, but it seemed like the thing to do. It had a major effect on the vulpine's shaft. It wasn't just a simple manipulation spell he had cast, but a sort of mirror spell. Whatever he did to the wand transmitted to his cock as well. The shiver that ran along his length as he effectively licked himself had him hard as a rock now, and his sheath was beginning to feel quite tight around the knot.
He wanted to reach a paw down and help fix the problem, but that wasn't part of the display. His performance was trying to show how a dedicated mage could make you feel all sorts of amazing sensations without really ever having touched you. And that pulled in a certain audience that appreciated that sort of thing. The fox wasn't comfortable doing that to others, but it was a talent he possessed if he needed to call upon it.
As he held the wand off to the side of his muzzle, he grinned at the audience, listening to their huffs and some heavy breathing. Just off to the side in the back, he could make out the tall bipedal vixen that ran the after show. He could see the flash of her white teeth as she licked her muzzle, obviously teasing him. She was the one that had convinced him to participate tonight, despite his objections.
The fox magician gave a small tilt of his head to the side, as if asking if he should continue. The vixen raised a paw and flicked her fingers in his direction, as if giving him permission to continue with the performance. The show wouldn't stop until the patrons had their fill of entertainment. And being a true performer, Keet would tease himself for the rest of it.
It wasn't common for the performers to get relief of their own, but the patrons certainly would. That was all part of the allure. Those that didn't left the stage or the audience quite pent up, willingly holding themselves from their release. It did mean that the hostel and inns within a block of the theater were often booked up. Rooms rented out for the night to vent that frustration, likely with a partner from the show.
Keet was hoping to spend some time with the vixen at the back of the theater. But all of that depended on how well his performance had gone. And the trick was working. He wanted to please the audience so that he could please the vixen. If anything, she knew how to manipulate shy little foxes.