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Maximilian "Stormweaver" Johnstone's Diary

Or a Story That I Like To Call: The Wayward Wizard

And like all orderly diaries, I shall start with some exposition.

Ah, you think things were better back in your day, huh? Back when our ancestors were young and spry, chickens didn't just cross the street, they hopped between dimensions! Can you believe it? Worlds stuffed to the brim with quirky characters, mind-boggling inventions, and depths of magic that would make a unicorn self-destruct. We were chummy with beings who hopped in wormholes like puddles on a rainy day. Our wizards would keep the gateways open to ensure the free flow of goods, people, and most importantly, ideas.

That was the golden era, but then, the proverbial storm clouds gathered. Humanity watched as other worlds struggled and then faulted, falling into darkness. They floundered under a shadowy menace, and these so-called DEMONS turned our diplomatic dinner parties into dreadfully demonical disasters.

In what many would consider a pathetic and cowardly decision, we bailed on our friends. Humanity closed up the portals. Not our proudest moment, eh? What's the use of having a magic wand if you only use it to sweep the goblin chute?

Well, I'm not standing for it. I shall kickstart humanity's redemption arc. You don't have to call me a hero, but I would appreciate it if you remember me as one? For all I know, this diary is my post-mortem autobiography.

Huh.

Anyway!

I've got a plan! After years of rigorous training, intense studying, and a couple of accidental mishaps involving portals, I'm doing it— I'm finally doing it. I'm going in. Yes.

The bigwigs at Granby Academy gave my amazing plan a big thumbs down. Apparently it's "foolhardy" and "ridiculous". So, what's a determined dimension-hopper to do? Go rogue, of course! It's time to sneak into another world. Wish me luck, or better yet... save me a seat on the Council of Grandmasters, okay?

Adiós, losers!

***

Chapter 1: The Hare's Rest

With a sparkle in my eye and a rucksack slung over my shoulder, I set off. I packed the essentials—wizard snacks, never underestimate the power of a good jelly in a pinch; a few shiny crystal devices that I've been studying; my trusty spellbook, slightly singed from last week's incident; my sword; a cool compass; my enchanting gear; camping gear; and condoms, of course. I hear that monsterbois and monstergirls are quite open-minded so maybe I'll get to try my luck.

Granby Academy's doom-and-gloom warnings echoed in my mind. But adventure calls louder than caution, as I'm sure a wise man once said.

Hidden beneath the ancient ruins of what used to be the Grand Library, I discovered the portal. Well, It wasn't just any portal; it was the fabled Wormgate, rumoured to lead directly to our once greatest ally, the dimension of Sylv. As stories went, Sylv was a place where gnomes shit butterflies and the rivers flowed with sparkles—moonshine or starlight, depending on who you asked. A paradise for its diverse inhabitants.

Beneath the cobweb-draped arches of the ancient ruins, the long-forgotten portal loomed like a silent sentinel. Its frame, a complex lattice of silver that twisted and interlocked, shimmered faintly in the dim light. Encrusted with dust and the whispers of ages, the Wormgate has awaited its awakening in stoic silence. The air was thick with the musty scent of old times and lost magic. My heart pounded in my chest, a syncopated rhythm to the eerie quiet of the ruins. I pulled from my rucksack the ancient brass astrolabe, its surfaces etched with celestial sigils, cold and smooth under my fingers. The task at hand was simple yet daunting—I shall attempt to repair these intricate, ancient enchantments.

With each celestial body I aligned on the astrolabe, a low groan echoed through the ruins, as if the very earth were shifting, or an ogre was awaking from a nap. The orbs moved reluctantly, grinding against centuries of rust and neglect, their paths illuminated by flickering sparks of magic that escaped with each turn. A symphony of whispers seemed to rise from the ground, ancient incantations that teased the edges of my understanding. The final sphere clicked into place with a resonant clang that shattered the silence. The portal stirred, its silver threads vibrating with pent-up energy. Light cascaded down its frame, tracing the intricate patterns like liquid fire. The air crackled with power, the buildup of magical forces palpable and almost overwhelming. I could taste the tang of ozone on my tongue, smell the sharp scent of electricity as it mingled with the dust of millennia.

But it soon burned out.

So anyway, it took me three days to repair the portal...

But then, with a sound like the breaking of a cosmic seal, the portal erupted into life. It hummed with a melody of energies, a harmonious blend that was both a welcome and a warning. The swirling spiral of silver crisscross blazed with light, spinning into a dizzying vortex that beckoned me forward.

There I stood, at the precipice of the unknown, ready to leap into Sylv. I patted my bag, checked my spell components (twice), and muttered some reassurance to myself. You've got this Maxy!

I stopped and stared at my reflection. Long, dirty blonde hair cascades in a dramatic fashion. My glasses sit perpetually on the bridge of my nose, I enchanted them to self-balance. I'm on the nerdy side, you might say; passionate about the arcane, the mysterious, and the kind of trivia that makes for excellent conversation with ancient, semi-sentient golems. It's a look that says, 'I can discuss quantum spell mechanics and the latest fashion in wizard robes with equal fervour.' At least, that's what I'm going for.

My wardrobe leans towards the practical with a flair for the dramatic—a billowing cloak here, a sharply tailored vest there, always ready for adventure or an impromptu lecture on interdimensional ethics. (For some reason, the professors loved those.)

Taking a deep breath, I stepped through, the portal swallowing me with a slurp that would have made a swamp monster proud.

As the light of the Wormgate faded and my feet found solid ground, I realised there was no turning back. It was time to mend old bridges—or perhaps I'll get turned into monster soup. That's soup for monsters, not soup made out of monsters, got it? I'm a human, not a monster, and hopefully never a soup

Wish me luck.

***

As I stepped out from the swirling chaos of the portal, my boots sank into the soft, damp earth of Sylv. The air was crisp, tinged with a hint of frost, and above, the sky was a tapestry of endless night, spangled with stars that shimmered like the eyes of watching creatures. The forest around me was alive with whispers and rustles, as though the trees themselves were murmuring secrets long forgotten by my old world.

The path before me was shadowed and winding, barely more than a darker streak against the dark forest floor, leading towards a castle that loomed on a distant hill. It was an eerie silhouette against the starlit sky, each turret taller than the last like a stairway into the clouds.

With every step, my senses were bombarded with the surreal beauty and underlying menace of this world trapped in perpetual twilight. The air was filled with the scent of unknown flowers mixed with the earthy dampness of decay. Every rustle in the underbrush felt like a spy tracking my progress. I cast a spell of light to illuminate my path, but I was careful to persevere my mana.

As I ventured deeper, the sounds of the night grew louder—the distant howl of some nocturnal beast, the soft hooting of a nearby plant, and the occasional snap of a twig underfoot that made me jump. The creatures of Sylv were not just the mundane fauna of my world but beings misleadingly called monsters. Intelligent, complicated, dangerous. We call them "monsters" because humanity calls anything it doesn't understand a monster, and the terminology rarely catches up with the technology.

Pulling my cloak tighter around me, I focused on the castle. It was known as the Twilight Keep, a place of ancient power and the seat of the Night Court of Sylv. Legend had it that the ruler, The Night Queen, could commune with the gods and had the power to weave sanity into constellations.

The path forked, and sitting at the divide was an old creature, a gnomey little fella, with a beard so ridiculously long it trailed down the path and got tangled in a tree.

I halted, and reached into my knowledge of local customs. "Good sir," I began, dipping my head in a respectful nod, "I come seeking the wisdom of the Night Queen. I wish to mend the bridges long broken, to reconnect our worlds in peace."

The gnome stared at me. "Yo' fuckin' wot mate?" He asked, stumbling to its feet and getting ready to run. "The Night Queen was dethroned back when I was last clean shaven! The Darkness King rules over all, and he doesn't like it when folks talk about the Night Queen."

I considered the wisdom of the surprisingly helpful gnome. "Understood," I say. "Hey, is it true that you shit butterflies?"

But alas, the gnome was gone.

(I later saw him tangled in a bush. I tried to set him free but he refused and yelled at me. I suspect Stockholm Syndrome.)

***

As twilight continued continuing, casting long shadows over the twisted path, I ventured onwards. The castle of Twilight Keep, a beacon in the distance, was tainted with the sinister aura of the so-called Darkness King. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment; I had hoped to find allies in the Night Court, but fate, it seemed, had other plans. My trek was interrupted by the warm glow of light spilling onto the path ahead. Nestled beside the road was a quaint little inn, its sign swinging gently in the breeze. It depicted a pair of frolicking bunnies, and below in elegant script, "The Hare's Rest." The windows were covered with haphazardly nailed together wood, but there was light coming from within.

Inside, the inn seemed cosy. By that I mean, it wasn't quite built on a human scale, but it was the perfect place for smaller woodland monsters.

There was an eclectic mix of patrons: a cloaked figure in the corner nursing a dark drink, a rowdy pair of miniature trolls playing a card game, and a few others who defied easy summarisation. The air was thick with the smell of roasting meat and the sorta ale that makes you need a piss. Behind the bar stood two creatures, unmistakably the bunnies from the sign, though far more humanoid than their animal counterparts. They were even cuter in person. One was a short, lean male with soft grey fur and sharp, intelligent eyes. His sister, slightly taller, boasted a coat of creamy white fur and an air of no-nonsense efficiency as she manoeuvred around the bar.

“Welcome to The Hare's Rest," the male bunny greeted with a polite nod, his voice smooth and inviting. I could imagine him hosting a Magic Death Battle. "I'm Humper, and this is my sister, Flopsy. What can we get you, traveller?" My size compared to him and his establishment didn't seem to concern him. He just ratched his head up to make eye contact.

“A pint of your finest ale and any news about the Darkness King," I replied, settling onto a bar stool. Flopsy slid a frothy mug towards me which I took a greedy gulp of.

“You're not from around here, are you?" she asked, her tone friendly but cautious. “you got the coin to pay for that?"

I blushed. Whoops. My LARP is kicking in and I've forgotten basic manners and common sense. "No... I'm a human. I just arrived. I'm really sorry! My name's Max, it's nice to meet you." I bowed to the bunnies whose bar came to my knees.

Humper smiled, and with a glance at his sister, seemed to come to a decision. “Finish your drink, traveller. Tonight, tell us about your world and your people. It has been a long time since a human has wandered in here. We'll give you bread and board, on the house."

I thanked them gratefully and did my best to summarise the last hundred or so years of humanity. I did my best to not be too boring or get caught up in too many tangents. They seemed interested enough, although Flopsy couldn't believe that we still mostly eat meat.

"... So then I studied magic, learned to take care of myself, and researched the Wormgate— all so I could come here!" I concluded.

Flopsy tilted her head, her ears twitching in a way that seemed both amused and intrigued. "That's quite the tale, Max. But you left out the most important part—how are you with a dartboard? Because here at The Hare's Rest, we judge a person's character by their aim."

Humper chuckled, his whiskers twitching. "That's right. Our great-grandbunny always said, 'You can tell a lot about a person by how they throw a dart: their finesse, their focus, and whether they'll buy a round after they lose.'"

I raised an eyebrow, taking another sip of my ale. "Is that so? While it's true I have no coin, I might be able to help out with my enchantments?"

Humper left to prepare the game, leaving Flopsy who leaned in conspiratorially. "Just between us, if you make his darts sprout little wings and fly off, I'll get you another round."

Grinning, I replied, "And if I make the darts sing little songs as they ascend?"

Flopsy snickered, always looking for ways to toy with her brother.

"Alright, Max," Flopsy said, clapping me on the shoulder, which she could barely reach. "You're alright. Any friend of chaos and good fun is a friend of The Hare's Rest."

We spent the rest of the evening throwing darts—some winged, some singing. I have a real knack for enchanting things on the fly. I was glad to be cheating because, man, my aim sucks.

***

Restless with excitement and curiosity, I couldn't quite settle into the snugly smothering little bed provided at The Hare's Rest. Instead, I found myself drawn to a peculiar sound emanating from a door at the back of the inn. Perhaps it was just the building settling, or the echo of some creature's call, but my curiosity wouldn't let me just lie there. I crept out of my room and down the creaky stairs, my ears straining to locate the source of the sound. I am glad to be a human and not a cat, as I suspect curiosity would've killed me by now.

I don't make a habit of sneaking into the bedrooms of strangers, but in my defence, it didn't look much like a bedroom. I opened the door and was met with an unavoidable sight: Humper on his hands and knees while his sister fucking him silly.

They both froze and turned and stared at me like bunnies in the headlamp.

"WHOOPS," I said, "FUCK, I'M SORRY."

I began closing the door but a voice inside stopped me. "It's ok," Flopsy said. "Actually, can I ask a favour?"

So I found myself standing at the foot of the bed, towering over the pair of recently-copulating siblings. Flopsy's strapon dangled absurdly between her legs, deep black contrasting against her creamy white fur. Humper, in an even more compromising position, made to cover his pretty pink ass with a blanket.

"This is just what we do, ok? We don't have much left save for each other, and Humpy has gotten us into pegging," she explained.

"I'm not judging," I said, with a casual shrug. "You two make a cute couple." I have seen weirder than this, although this was making me feel weird in some very specific ways.

Flopsy blushed. "Thanks, we don't really get to flaunt it much."

"You flaunt it every night," Humper mumbled. The pair laughed. I couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of it all.

We chatted a little. They may be siblings, but they've been fucking like rabbits for years. They already did everything else together. Humper had discovered that he very much prefers it up the ass, and Flopsy has always loved toying with him, so this was a perfect arrangement.

"So what's the favour?" I asked, as curious as I was turned on.

"I've always wished I could actually feel what it's like to fuck a boy like a boy!" Flopsy announced, her ears drooping in time-delayed embarrassment. "Is that something you and your enchantments can help with?" She asked, quieter.

Ah, a quest! And enchanted sex toys have certainly been an interest of mine. I question the scientific curiosity of any enchanter who hasn't put their dick through a portal so they could suck it.

So that's how I ended up working for a couple hours, hunched over a tiny desk, carving runes into a large phallus, while a pair of bunnies engaged in happy oral on a bed next to me. Occasionally Flopsy would come up for air and tell me another shocking fact about their sex life. I would come to learn that monster society does not have the stigmas about sex that I'm used to back in human-town.

(Except for incest which they consider even more gross and taboo as humans do. Huh.)

***

Flopsy admired her new and improved cock, which softly glowed and hummed with mana. The runic configuration had been a little tricky to work out, but I had successfully created a bridge of sensation between the object and its wielder.

Flopsy jacked herself off, feeling a new sensation for the very first time. "It's working!" She cried, excited, rubbing a finger along her tip. "It's so sensitive... Like a pawpad right to my clit."

"Too sensitive?" I asked.

"Only one way to find out! Brother— get in position."

"Yes ma'am," Humper replied, pulling his eyes off the glowing cock so that he could instead present his asshole. He had came twice in his sister's mouth already but was still ready to go.

I leaned over to show Flopsy the controls. There were three highlighted ruins at the base of the shaft which acted like buttons. I explain to her that the yellow rune toggles the sensation bridge, which was already switched on. The blue rune activates the resonators and the red rune turns the heat up. Flopsy was hopping with excitement. I was just glad to get to pay the pair back for the kindness they have shown me. She tapped the red rune and the artefact began to heat up. I made a joke about it maybe bursting into flames, but I don't think it landed well. Actually, I'm not sure if it was a joke. Anyway, it worked perfectly!

Without further ado, Flopsy penetrated her brother, moaning and groaning even more than he was. I watched the look of bliss reappear on Humper's face as his sister found a rhythm.

"How close do you reckon this feels to the real deal?" Flopsy mumbled, between breaths.

"Pretty close. It turns out that so much of sex is an emotional experience, even fairly brutish physical simulation is enough. How is it?" That was a lesson I learned through prior experimentation, the more decedent the simulation bridge, the lower the simulation. Although further research is still

"I can feel his tightness. The way he is desperately massaging my dick. The pleasure shooting up the thing and straight into my core. It's wonderful, it's glorious! Your ass is the best!"

Humper blushed. He threw his hips back to meet her thrusts, loving the feeling of fullness. He could feel the warmth in his loins and a thrilling burning as his prostate was hit. I wonder if he was nervous about my prior "bursting into flames" joke. I suspect he wasn't thinking much of anything.

"You like being my bitch, huh?" Flopsy said, smacking ass. "Your little sister's cockwarmer?"

"Yesss," he moaned in response. He was melting into the bedsheets. I couldn't help but feel jealous.

"Have you thanked the nice man for all of his hard work?" Flopsy teased.

"Thank you, Max."

"You wanna just thank him with words, or thank him with your mouth?"

***

It took me a moment to realise I had an eager partner and an offered blowjob. After confirming that it was really ok, I made quick work of my clothes.

My cock had been hard since walking into the room. And seeing them enjoy my enchantment made me even hornier. Nothing turns me on quite like helping others. I'm a hero through and through, I promise.

"I don't think you're as big as me," Flopsy boasted, proudly. She showed off her cock to compare before sheathing it back where it belongs- deep in Humper's fluffy butt.

Meanwhile, Humper licked me from the bottom of my balls to the tip. He kissed the head, then took it in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Soon he was bouncing halfway down my shaft.

"He's so eager," I observed.

"Oh my brother might seem sweet, but he's a total slut. I bet Humpy's been dreaming about sucking you off since the moment you walked in. He has a thing for larger men."

There was a choke of agreement from below.

I chucked, and attempted to relax while I let the slut work. He seemed thrilled to be filled from both ends. In fact, I noticed that his cock was soft and sticky. Has he already came again and is still going? I felt my own cock twitch. The only sex that I've had with boys has been slow and quiet as we've tried to get each other off in the dorm without anyone noticing. But now, I moaned right alongside him, and the girl fucking his ass. We can be as loud and horny as we want! Sylv rules!

I understand that I was essentially having a threesome with two oversized stuffed animals, but it is the happiest and most care free I've felt in a long time.

"Pull his ears," Flopsy ordered. "He likes that a lot."

So I took his long, fluffy ears in my hands and steered him, helping him take the entire thing. Soon, we were both fucking him roughly as we approached our orgasms. "Good boy," I praised. I stroke him in the way that I've seen his sister do and it makes him chirp and chatter. Behind the arcane strapon, Flopsy's pussy looked about as wet as Humper's mouth. Every sensation was going right to her clit. The pleasure was imprecise yet unbelievable.

We concluded the affair with a joint orgasm. I pulled the bunny boi's head tight and made him swallow every drop. His eyes bugged out as his prostate was hammered in just the right way. I've never seen such bliss. Flopsy rode through her first orgasm and smashed into another. I wondered if we were waking other patrons.

In the aftermath, I was starkly naked in a bed too small for me with a bunny cuddled up in both arms. It was sticky and musty, but we were much too exhausted to clean up. The only light came from the glowing phallus, which stood proudly on the bedside table, but that light dimmed as the last of its mana was spent.

Humper, in a sleepy and cum-sodden haze, mumbled some happy noises as he borrowed into my side. Even now, Flopsy looked smug, perhaps she was dreaming of doing this again tomorrow and seeing what pressing the blue rune brings.

***

By noon, I had discovered that both bunnies had equally talented mouths, as their tongues competed to please me. I had not been prepared for this level of hospitality but it was very much welcome. Then, Flopsy thanked me for the 'meal' by preparing lunch.

I felt pretty on top of the world. This world, at least. My own world was already far from my mind, but I was still dimly aware that I was on a quest. I felt lucky that I've established a save place to return should I need to recover or cum. The journey will continue! But Humper convinced me it could wait until tomorrow. I will venture out to the Twilight Castle and I shall slay the King of Darkness, as that is my destiny. Tomorrow. We're about to find out if the blue rune was worth the time and resources I spent carving it.

---

Musings

My ass hurts.

'Two bunnies, one ass' turned out to be more literal than I expected.

Turns out the blue rune actually did make it burst into flames. Whoops. A remind for everyone- don't put mana storage too close to a resonator.

I shall have to spend a bonus day here while I make the repair, and recover from trying to keep up with them pair. They're still at, even now, in the wee hours of early twilight._ _

Is this that I hear, echoing through the halls of twilight, the sound of true love?

I hope they don't both go to bunny hell for nailing their sibling.