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Debaun's Big Trick

By Danath www.danath.com

Debaun and Bruha are © Taiko (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/taiko/).

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, behold, as I make the bird disappear!"

Debaun smiled broadly as he pulled back a small black cloth. The cage underneath had disappeared, along with the white dove trapped inside, leaving nothing but the smooth surface of the table.

The audience applauded and Debaun bowed, removing his black top hat as he did, while flourishing his cape theatrically. The snow leopard looked dapper as he replaced his hat and adjusted his monocle, both aspects of his stage character whenever he performed at these magic shows.

The feline appeared young, in his early 20s, though nobody knew his real age, which added to his mystique. Shocking white fur with stylized black rosettes in the shape of roses patterned across his fur, down his sides, arms, and legs. Bright golden eyes peered from under the brim of his cap and a puff of white fur pushed through his open vest. Tan shorts hugged his slim hips as he moved across the stage, ready to perform his next illusion.

An assistant pushed out a large, clear tank full of glowing blue water. Debaun scanned the crowd, looking for an appropriate volunteer. Something tickled his senses, however, and he paused, nostrils twitching. His lips curled into a feline smile of pure devilry as he realized a powerful wizard of some kind was present.

"Can we have the house lights turned up, please?" he asked, unable to see the faces of the crowd well with the bright spotlights shining down on him.

With the lighting fixed, the snow leopard descended down the stairs at the front of the stage, sweeping past rows of staring audience members, each shifting in their seats as they anticipated the leopard pulling them up on stage for another illusion. Debaun sniffed again, sensing the magical energies of another mage, and headed down a cross-aisle towards the right.

Ah. There he was.

The orc was massive. Nearly eight feet tall and apparently made of nothing but muscle, he sat in his chair, watching as the snow leopard approached. A ghost of a smile played on his thick dark green lips, which spread to reveal more of the large tusks spearing up from his lower jaw. His long brown hair was pulled back in a thick ponytail behind his head, while a matching beard hung off his jaw, reaching down nearly to his chest. The beard was braided and encircled near the end by a gold band with an embedded garnet that shone in the spotlight.

The huge orc wore only a light orange kilt with crisscrossing black lines and a warm, red and black plaid vest. The top few buttons were undone, revealing part of the deep cut of his powerful chest.

His yellow eyes blinked when Debaun stood in front of him and smiled. The feline's tail swung lazily from side to side.

"And what's your name, sir?" he asked.

The orc considered. This magician was more than a simple stage performer, obviously, and there was always a danger in revealing one's name to a mage of unknown powers. Still, he seemed young and a touch inexperienced. Plus, he was wearing a ridiculous get-up. The orc relaxed and smiled more broadly. He wanted to see where this led.

"Bruha," he said, his baritone voice echoing through the silent theater.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please give Bruha a hand as he joins me on the stage!"

The orc got out of his chair and good-naturedly followed the smaller feline back up the aisle as the audience cheered politely, buzzing with anticipation for the next trick. The cat was less than six feet, so was outclassed in both weight and height by the towering orc. The difference in their sizes was nearly comical.

"Bruha, are you a good swimmer?" Debaun asked. Had he a fake mustache to twiddle, he would have.

"I'm alright," the orc said in his lazy drawl.

"Well, hopefully swimming won't be necessary," the cat replied, motioning towards the large tank. The assistant wheeled out a set of steps leading to the top.

"As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, this tank has a strong cover." The cat climbed the stairs and stood on top of the tank, stomping his feet to demonstrate. "Bruha, will you join me?"

The orc shrugged and climbed the steps to stand on top of the tank next to the feline.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sure you realize this large male here would be quite difficult to spirit away," the feline said, to titters and laughter from the crowd. "He's quite the specimen! However, thanks to my supernatural powers, I will make him completely disappear before your very eyes!"

Debaun walked back down the stairs, leaving Bruha standing in his kilt in the shine of a spotlight.

"With my magic, our volunteer here will descend into the water, but he will not even have to swim, as the magic will transport him away from here, safe and sound!"

The audience applauded as Debaun let his speech crescendo.

"My final trick of the evening, dear audience, is not a trick at all! In fact, I will spirit away both this fine orc here and myself, leaving you to ponder the mysteries of the cosmos!"

His voice dropped, intensifying. Bruha watched with interest, one brow lifting as he felt a tickle of magical energy cross the stage, focusing on the feline. So this cat had some ability after all...

Debaun's speech wrapped up and the lights dropped low, casting most of the stage in darkness. The cat circled the tank, making hand gestures and whispering - all for show, Bruha knew, but a good job of fooling the audience.

The assistant returned one more time and pulled away the stairs. Debaun stalked behind the tank and vanished, only to reappear a moment later on top of the tank with Bruha. The orc smiled as the audience gasped at the simple trick.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, I'll need your help," Debaun said, placing a paw on Bruha's forearm. "Please count to three... and prepare to be amazed!"

The audience counted off in unison as Debaun closed his eyes, fur standing straight out and puffing up. Bruha relaxed as he felt more magical energy surround them.

"One," came the voices of the audience.

"Two!"

Debaun's tail slipped around the back of Bruha's thigh and the orc stiffened with surprise.

"Three!"

The platform on which the orc and snow leopard stood vanished. Both males dropped into the water with a huge splash. At the same time, the front of the tank fell open and water cascaded out over the stage floor, pouring into specially inlaid drains at the front.

The audience leapt to their feet, cheering and screaming as it became apparent neither male remained on stage. After a few moments, the red curtains closed and the house lights came up. The audience continued to cheer for several more minutes.

Debaun and Bruha heard none of the applause, however, as they were currently fifteen miles away. The orc spluttered and gasped, swallowing water as he broke the surface of a body of water. Looking down, he realized he was in a bubble-like sphere of water floating above a dark gray floor. When his head broke the surface tension of the bubble, it burst apart, sending water flowing across the floor. He thumped to the floor with a bang.

Debaun, rather than fall on his rump, floated with majestic poise to the floor from a similar bubble of water, which also disappeared after a moment. The cat smiled at the orc, who was wiping water from his eyes and wringing out his beard.

"Impressive, cat," he said, shaking his head. His long ponytail whipped back and forth, sending a spray of water around the room. "And just where have you taken me?"

"Don't you recognize this place? You should, since I've never been here before."

The feline moved around the large room, looking at the various benches and shelves, occasionally picking up objects and sniffing them. A few ancient lanterns hung on thick wooden beams placed at regular intervals along the smooth clay walls. Stacks of yellow parchment rested on wooden benches, while an incongruously modern laptop hummed in between them, currently displaying a screensaver composed of images of mostly-nude males of various species, generally large and buff like Bruha. The laptop was the only modern piece of equipment in the room. The rest of the tools included cast iron clamps, metal pots, and even a simmering fireplace over which a tripod stood. There were few personal effects in the room, but Debaun paused over one - a picture hanging on the wall showing a younger-looking Bruha next to a very familiar figure, a tribrid he'd met before...

Debaun smiled when he realized the family connection between Bruha and Alek and shook his head. The world really was small for this kind of a coincidence to happen. He resumed his inspection, tail flicking behind him as he marveled at the ingenuity of the fireplace, which warmed the room without letting smoke get trapped, despite the absence of a smokestack - a neat trick on the part of the orc.

"My... my workshop!" Bruha exclaimed, understanding dawning. "You transported us here!"

The feline's tail flicked with arrogance as he opened a cupboard and purred.

"You catch on quick, Bruha," he said, voice silky smooth. "Ah... here we are..."

The orc's eyes widened further when he saw the feline pull several glowing crystals from their sockets in the cupboard. They weren't locked - nothing in his workshop was, since it was supposed to be too difficult to enter thanks to all his traps and magical locks. He hadn't counted on someone using him to teleport in, however, and he grudgingly admitted to himself the feline had pulled one over on him.

The orc got to his feet and stripped off his damp vest. The cat, of course, was perfectly dry, not a hair out of place. Bruha's heavy chest stretched and flexed. Debaun noticed his pierced nipples and licked his lips. The thick rings were of a very low gauge, with a bell attached to each that clinked lightly as the orc moved.

"What's the game, Debaun?" Bruha asked. "What do you want?"

"When I realized you were even more powerful than me, I just had to know your secrets," the feline said, purring deeply as he walked back across the floor. He took his top hat off and deposited three large crystals inside before replacing it between his ears. "I also hope you don't mind the additional spell I put on that water you drank..."

Bruha stiffened as he realized what the cat said was true. He hadn't noticed before due to his surprise at being teleported straight into his secret workshop, but there was something at work in the back of his mind, heightening his senses. His nostrils flared widely above his long brown and copper beard and he licked his lips as the cat came closer.

"Such a big, strong male... how could I resist?"

Debaun reached up and stroked his fingers down Bruha's wide chest. The orc's pectorals stiffened, causing the bells attached to the nipple rings piercing his chest to clank a few times, ringing in the still air. Debaun's purrs filled Bruha's ears with a wave of sound as his skin dimpled under the cat's touch. He moaned as his heightened senses detected the faintest movement, and under his kilt, his meaty shaft stirred with the beginnings of arousal.

"I couldn't just take these trinkets from you and run," Debaun said, tapping his top hat where he'd stored the powerful crystals. "I figure I owe you something for them."

Bruha shivered and dropped to his knees as the flood of sensation continued. What was that spell doing to him? He stiffened again as the cat's claws kneaded his belly, stroking over the deep cuts of his abdominal muscles, and flicked across his sides. The cat moved around behind him, massaging his thick green skin, an altogether pleasurable sensation.

Bruha closed his eyes, trying to focus. Where was it... where was it...

His yellow eyes snapped open and a grin spread over his face. There it was.

Reaching out with his mind, the powerful orc seized the spell, changing it, controlling it, altering the magic with his own, so that it no longer caused him quite so much trouble. The overconfident feline didn't notice as he pressed his chest to Bruha's lower back and purred into the orc's ears.

"So big," the cat moaned, tracing his claws around the outlines of the muscular bulges under the orc's skin. "You'll be fun tonight..."

Bruha grunted as his cock bulged under his kilt. He smiled inwardly as he felt the cat's paws caressing his sensitized body. No reason not to enjoy himself, now that the feline no longer posed a threat to him. In fact, his cock stiffened further as he planned all the ways he would take revenge on the audacious male.

But not too much revenge. Bruha had to admire the feline for his creativity. Not too many mages could get one over on him, so even a partial success was worthy of some kind of reward. Bruha grunted louder when he felt padded paws press against his lower back and slide down under his kilt, squeezing at his hard, muscular bottom.

"I haven't been with an orc before," Debaun said casually. "I wonder if it's true what they say..."

The orange kilt fell to the floor around Bruha's knees, revealing his lower belly, thick cock, and heavy balls. The snow leopard leaned over his shoulder, cheek pressing to cheek, as he peered down.

"Oh, my! It is true!" the feline purred. His rough tongue slid out, tickling the insides of Bruha's pointed ears.

Despite himself, Bruha shuddered. This feline was good. Very good. But Bruha was better.

Still... he wanted to see how this played out, so he held his tongue and just moaned appreciatively as his swelling member rose into the air.

"Lean over, Mr. Orc," Debaun whispered, teeth catching the tip of the muscular male's ears.

Bruha did as the cat requested, getting on his hands and knees. His heavy cock swung between his thick thighs as he felt the cat's tongue slide down his lower back. The rough feline appendage swirled over his smooth skin, tracing around his rippling muscles, tickling and teasing in even measure.

Bruha's eyes widened when he felt the cat's tongue tease the upper part of his rear. Claws snagged at his smooth skin as the feline pulled them apart, revealing the dark green pucker hiding inside. The orc grunted, hips rolling forward as the fuzzy muzzle pressed in. Debaun's rumbling purrs traveled up his body, sending little vibrations through his belly and thighs.

The rough tongue slid over his clenching pucker several times and Bruha let out a deep groan. Soon, the cat's jaw worked vigorously as he pressed his tongue out, busily rimming the much larger, more powerful male. Bruha's erection throbbed under his belly, completely hard within moments of the roughly administered tongue. He squirmed and shivered as the cat kept it up, kneading his rear end with his paws the whole while.

Debaun pulled his muzzle back and licked his lips, eyes opening slowly. He leaned over the orc and dropped his muzzle, spitting a large glob of saliva down the bigger male's crack. His fingers followed and Bruha moaned again when he felt the fuzzy digits penetrate his rear, working the saliva around.

This bold little kitty fully intended to fuck him, the muscular orc realized. For a moment, Bruha thought about letting it happen. He hadn't bottomed for anyone in many, many years, and this feline was certainly earning the chance.

But something else stirred inside him as his throbbing cock bounced against his hard, flat green stomach. No, he decided. It was time to let the little kitty know who was boss.

Well, not just quite yet.

Bruha shivered as Debaun's two fingers pushed in more deeply, working his hole roughly. A third digit joined in and the orc lifted his head, moaning aloud his pleasure. The feline smiled as he watched the much larger male twitch and gasp, still assuming Bruha was under his influence. The feline found the big male incredibly attractive and couldn't stop licking his lips as his cock throbbed in his shorts. He wanted this male badly, almost as much as he wanted the powers contained in those three crystals.

He stood behind the orc, who remained on all fours, hips jutting backwards. Debaun smiled as he pulled off his hat, vest, and shorts, folding them neatly. He set his cape on top and grasped his cock, which twitched in his paw. The snow leopard leaned forward, about to rub his tip between the orc's cheeks, when Bruha decided it was time to act.

Rising to his knees, then his feet, he turned and faced the confused snow leopard.

"But... wait! You've... you've changed my spell!" Debaun said, realization dawning. "How..."

"A neat trick I learned many years ago from a dragon," Bruha said, smile growing. "It's a matter of reversing the polarity of the inner charges and realigning them on your aura. Simple really."

The orc sighed wistfully. "I still have a piece of his soul, you know."

Bruha reached out and clasped his large green fingers around the smaller male's shoulder.

"But enough about how I turned your own spell against you. It was a good try, little kitty," he said, lips parting in a broad smile. "It almost worked, too, but you should never underestimate a fellow mage..."

Power flowed from Bruha into Debaun as he reversed the spell, turning it back around on the cat. The feline sank to his knees, overcome with the hypersensitive pleasure Bruha felt earlier. If anything, Bruha had strengthened his spell, making it affect him even stronger than Debaun intended it to be. His legs twitched, unable to support his body, as he found his muzzle pressing into the orc's large nuts.

"Open wide, kitty..."

Debaun groaned as he felt a thick, dark green shaft push past his lips. The hard, throbbing length was incredibly thick, thicker than his wrist, and stretched his jaw to its limit. The tough skin was able to shrug off his teeth, which inadvertently scraped down the length as the tip pushed to the back of his throat and then some. Bruha groaned with pleasure as he forced his cock deeper down the feline's muzzle, gagging him with the length, until Debaun's bulging throat was completely full of heavy, spurting orc-shaft. His black nose pressed into the orc's crotch, filling with incredibly hot, masculine musk.

Bruha pulled back slowly, until only his tip remained against the feline's tongue, before pushing back in. The helpless cat swallowed eagerly, both paws clenching at Bruha's thighs. The sounds of gagging, slurping, and, of course, the orc's two little nipple-ring bells echoed in the chamber.

The magic spell the cat devised was really special, Bruha thought. It made a person totally sensitive to the slightest pleasure, enhancing their libido while suppressing their ability to resist. It really made them willing and eager, and the more they wanted it, the better it felt. It also made them more able to accommodate their partner's assets, meaning he could really pound this little kitty's mouth without worrying about breaking anything important...

Bruha watched as Debaun's eyes rolled up in the back of his head when his cock ground back in again. He groaned as he throat-fucked the hapless mammal, grinding his length deeper into the feline's tight mouth. The orc felt the tight, hot throat constricting around his length, swallowing uncontrollably, and he humped a few times in rapid succession. Every time his heavy balls slapped against Debaun's fuzzy white chin, the feline's claws extended to sink into his thighs. It caused no damage to his tough skin, but merely tickled. The little cat pushed back eagerly, even as thick pre-cum rolled out of his nostrils and down the sides of his stretched muzzle, dripping from his chin.

Bruha grunted again and pulled back before sliding back in, rougher and harder. His cock ached and he leaned over, squeezing Debaun's head between his hard belly and his broad thighs. Both of his hands went to the back of the feline's head as he pulled him down, forcing his shaft in deep, over and over, mashing it past the pink tongue and through the esophageal ring.

Bruha's chest heaved as he climaxed, both bells ringing constantly. The cat's tongue ground up against the underside of his cock as he flooded the smaller male with cum, keeping his cock in deep for several blasts before pulling out. Gagging and coughing, Debaun nonetheless kept his mouth open, letting Bruha shoot onto his outstretched tongue.

"Mmmhh... yeah, good kitty," Bruha groaned, both hands working his cock now as he came over the fuzzy muzzle before him.

His erection remained after he came, as it normally did. The orc was not one to be satisfied so easily. Bruha considered simply throat-fucking the feline all night, but the snow leopard's fuzzy white cheeks beckoned him like the landing lights guiding an airplane to the ground.

Bruha snapped his fingers and the feline lurched to his feet. Thick white cum drizzled from his muzzle as he licked his lips. His arms hung forward and his red cock raged, jutting from his hips angrily.

With a laugh, Bruha realized part of the spell he'd reversed had been to prevent the enchanted person from reaching a climax. This feline really was a devious little bastard. Bruha found himself thinking even more highly of him.

Debaun's arms hung out in front of him as he swayed, moaning and twitching, eyes glazed and unfocused, nostrils flaring. He stared hazily at Bruha.

"Wha... you... wan..."

"I want you, my sneaky little kitty," Bruha drawled, reaching out for the cat once more.

He pulled the hapless Debaun over to a large, overstuffed armchair, which he sunk into lazily, pulling the cat with him onto his lap, so that the feline's back pressed into his chest. There was no need for foreplay. Bruha simply lifted the lithe feline up and brought him down over his aching shaft, still hard as a steel beam. Debaun's legs spread over his thighs and his tail lifted, squeezing up past his shoulders, which were currently pressing tightly into Bruha's pecs, and wrapped around the orc's neck, sliding and teasing his green skin.

Debaun's muzzle opened wide as he felt the shaft spearing his rump. The thickness ground into him, dimpling his cheeks and making his belly bulge. Bruha's long, braided beard tickled the back of the feline's neck as he felt the squirming male rubbing against his chest and belly. He wrapped his hands around Debaun's narrow hips and shoved, impaling the cat further, until he felt those fleshy, furry cheeks grind against the tops of his thighs.

"Damn... so... tight!" Bruha gasped, hunching forward.

The orc's jaw opened and his teeth closed around the side of Debaun's neck, nibbling and biting through the thick neck fur. The cat yowled and moaned, twitching and twisting, rump clenching rapidly around the huge pole buried inside him. Bruha didn't even need to thrust to know he'd get off, but did anyways. His large hands easily lifted the squirming, mewling cat up before pushing him back down, again and again. His thick biceps swelled each time and he clutched the feline close, leaning back into the large chair as he lazily pounded Debaun's tight rump.

He took his time, adjusting his pace so that it lasted quite a while. Debaun couldn't remember when it started, where he was, or even who was fucking him by this point; the cat was a mess of pleasure, and his thick red cock banged back against his belly, occasionally squeezing out a bit of pre-cum now and then. It throbbed angrily, unable to cum, like someone put a cock ring on him.

Bruha shuddered again as he felt his second climax approach. He was almost jealous that the cat was the one to experience the hypersensitivity spell; he could only imagine how good it felt from the feline's side of things, considering how amazing it was from his own perspective. The cat's rump was even better than his muzzle. He rested his chin and beard on top of Debaun's head and gasped, clenching his flat teeth, lips pursing between his tusks.

Debaun's eyes flashed open when he felt the surging shaft explode inside him, dumping thick loads of boiling orc seed deep into his body. His mouth opened and strands of cum flew from the fur around his jaw as he wriggled rapidly, hips shaking and bouncing, twisting and curling. Bruha had to grab him and hold him tight, both hands wrapped around his hips, to keep him down.

"Damn, kitty!"

Bruha slumped back into the chair as his climax ebbed. He panted hard, moaning as the cat lay back against him, still twitching and twisting. He humped a few times, enjoying the afterglow, the way the cat's tight body clutched at his arousal. Debaun, for his part, felt like his balls were about to explode. He had to cum, and no other thought made its way through his mind.

"P... ple... please!" he gasped, both paws reaching up and back to grasp around Bruha's neck, curling his claws into the long brown hair.

"Oh, all right... I suppose you've earned it," Bruha said. "Though I'm tempted to keep you from cumming all night, you know."

The cat just gurgled at the suggestion and Bruha smiled. "Now, how do I... ah, there it is..."

Using his energy, he snapped the spell's hold, though he made sure the feline would be feeling the hypersensitivity for quite a while yet. As the snow leopard's hips squeezed even more tightly around his pole, Bruha reached around and grasped the feline's erection. He needn't of bothered; the cat was so pent up he could have cum without any additional stimulation at all. Still, Bruha squeezed, massaging the shaft roughly, and watched as streams of feline cream sprayed across the floor of his workshop. The yowling feline sunk back into his chest, hardly able to move after such an intense experience.

But the night was still young, and Bruha's stamina was legendary. The big orc flexed, grinding his muscled chest into Debaun's back as his hips surged upwards, planting every last inch of his magnificent pole deep into the snow leopard's abused rump.

"Don't fall asleep on me yet, kitty... we've got a long night ahead of us."

* * *

Debaun didn't remember much of that long night. When he woke up the next morning in his trailer outside the theater, he was alone and absolutely soaked in orcish seed. His cock was so tired it nearly hurt just to move as it flopped over his belly. His rump ached, sore as he could ever remember it being. It tingled at the memories of being so savagely spread by the big orc's meaty shaft. Even his plump nuts ached and he reached down to tenderly pat them. He squirmed and felt something moving inside him; for a moment, he was afraid it was Bruha, exacting yet more revenge.

He was relieved to see the orc wasn't there. He'd been a fool to think he could pull a quick one on such an obviously powerful mage. But as he reached between his legs, under his tail, he pulled on something and squirmed, moaning, as his cock jerked despite itself.

His paw came away with one of the crystals he'd attempted to steal. His rear end clenched around nothing now, and he shivered as he recalled the thickness of the orc's shaft stretching him so easily. As he held the semi-transparent rock, he saw the refracting light illuminate a note stuck to the wall of his trailer.

He read it and smiled, then winced as his aching tail hole clenched at the resurfacing memories of Bruha bending him over a workbench and grinding his massive, powerful body forward... Debaun shuddered and gasped, grabbing for the note.

It was a phone number, nothing more, but the feline clutched it tightly, cock throbbing, but too well used to get hard.

"This isn't over, Bruha," he whispered, golden eyes blazing. "We'll meet again... and then we'll see who gets the better of ooohhhhhhhh!"

The cat's words cut off into a luxurious moan as the second long, smooth crystal made itself known.

The End