The Magician 4

Story by wolfbane on SoFurry

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#4 of Magician's

Part 4 of Dalton's series


The Magician

Part 4: The First Show

Mitchell took a bow, he had just managed to successfully pull off his first magic trick in front of an audience. It involved Dalton, the master magician, levitating a young female mouse while he manipulated her body to sense phantom hands caressing every inch of it. He had only learned about magic being real recently when he visited a magic show and had been forced to become part of the act.

He had learned that magic is harnessed through the penis, his "magic wand." One thing he hadn't known though was that every trick performed seemingly resulted in him growing horny. Given that the few simple tricks he was performing tonight were already driving him into a frenzy, he couldn't imagine what doing an entire show was doing to Dalton.

"Thank you Mitchell, and now a trick involving my very handsome fox assistant." Dalton addressed the audience as Callum wheeled a contraption out onto the stage. The tiger stage hand didn't even look up at the magician or his apprentice as he made his way off to the side and out of view of the audience. Mitchell kept a smile on his face, he had been ready and memorized the script for the show, but this wasn't part of it. He had seen the contraption at that very first show he attended. It had been used to separate two audience members and then fuse them back together again with swapped genitalia.

"I'll hold on to your wand for this trick." Dalton said loudly, more for the audiences benefit than his own. Mitchell handed over his cock, not wanting to disrupt the show or give any indication that he didn't know what was about to happen. Dalton led him up and helped him inside the box, closing the door and shutting off his view. Everything was pitch black and the air around him grew warm without ventilation. He felt Dalton place his cock down on some sort of surface and heard the audience gasp. He could only imagine what they were reacting to.

Flat metallic blades came sliding in through various slots of the box, magically cutting through various sections of his body. There was no pain and no blood, only magic. Various parts began to feel as though they were shifting, Dalton must have been rearranging the multiple boxes around the stage. The box containing his head was opened, light flooding in. Mitchell blinked, but had no means of shielding his eyes.

The audience cheered. Mitchell looked around the stage and took stock of the situation. His head had been placed on a table with his cock close by. On the opposite side the rest of the boxes appeared to be stacked up properly. They hadn't been rearranged, but they were tiny, standing no more than a foot from the surface.

Dalton removed the blades from the mini box set and Mitchell felt his body fusing back together. The magician opened the boxes for the big reveal, a miniature fox body sans head. His miniature fox body.

"Why don't you step forward and take a bow?" Dalton boomed, audience laughing the entire time. Mitchell wiggled his fingers to make certain that it was actually his body. The small hand moved as proof. He carefully reached forward and put both hands on the sides of the box for support, he'd have to take a step forward almost blindly. Using his perspective for support, he attempted to step out of the box and managed to do so without stumbling. It wasn't until he took the bow that things became really disorienting, his body leaned forward but without his head, it became too difficult for the fox to maintain his balance. His body fell to the surface, reaching out to break the fall.

"It seems he's not quite used to it yet." Dalton grinned and reached down. With two fingers he casually picked Mitchell's body off of the table and held it up for all to see. He felt the magician's fingers resting just below his armpits. At first he was bemused by the situation, until he realized that the magician was holding him out away from the table, a fall from that height would be like falling off a cliff.

With his other hand, Dalton reached down and plucked Mitchell's hardened dick from the table. He held it up for comparison, showing that the foxes small body was now only about double the size. He brought the two parts together and squeezed. Mitchell whimpered in pleasure as he felt the cock up against his fur. He reached out and placed a hand on the tip, knowing the audience would get a kick out of it.

"Callum, can you please come collect my assistant?" The tiger came back out on stage with a small cart. Mitchell couldn't help but notice his grin. His head was pulled out of the box and placed on the cart along with his body and cock, all three pieces were then wheeled off the stage. Mitchell reveled in the applause that came as he was taken away, Dalton was probably going to wait until after the show to return him back to normal.

"Callum, can you take me to my room, I'll wait there for the show to finish." Mitchell ordered.

"I don't think so." Callum replied and began to wheel the cart off in a different direction.

"What? Do you want me to freeze you again?" Mitchell threatened.

"It looks like you're in no position to use magic. Now I'm going to teach you a lesson." Callum made his way back to his own room. When they arrived he picked up Mitchell's head and held it under one arm while gripping his body and penis in the other. Mitchell's mind was racing, he could have sworn Callum had enjoyed their playing.

"Speaking of how you look, to me you look more like a finger puppet." Callum sat Mitchell's head down on a stand and held up his body for the fox to see. For a moment Mitchell considered kicking and lashing out, but what good would that do?

"You wouldn't." Mitchell said uncertainly. Callum spread his legs easily and placed his pinky against the foxes miniaturized tail hole. Mitchell shuddered, at normal size getting fingered might have been fun, but at this size it was going to be far too large for him. The tiger didn't even attempt to take it easy on him, pushing down on his stubbed neck, the finger penetrated, forcing it's way inside. Mitchell cried out as both pain and pleasure racked his tiny body, the tiger filling him up completely. He couldn't take anymore, his body coming to a rest firmly attached to Callum's finger.

"I would. I may be a stage hand and I do whatever Dalton asks of me, but that does not mean that I allow anyone to use me the way you did. If you ever do it again, Dalton will hear about it and I'm certain that he won't be happy. The tiger raised his finger up towards his mouth and Mitchell understood just how vulnerable he really was in this position. If Callum wanted to, he could probably swallow his body in one bite. Instead, the tiger licked his chest, covering him in saliva. The tongue dislodged him from the tiger's finger and he felt himself slipping off, but Callum casually caught him in his other hand.

"One more thing, you've been making fun of how small I am ever since you first saw me. Let's see how small you think I am now."

Callum situated Mitchell's body over his engorged, yet tiny cat cock. Mitchell watched as he was forced roughly down onto the member. Callum wrapped his hand around the fox's body and pumped up and down as though he were pawing. The cat's cock felt larger than the pinky, hitting spots no toy had ever managed to reach. When he thought it could go no further, Callum stopped pumping and roughly pushed him down even more, cock throbbing against his insides. All at once he felt himself getting filled up, gut bulging as kitty seed leaked out from the sides.

Callum lifted his body off of the tiny dick and he suddenly felt very empty. The tiger licked him clean and placed it down onto the bed.

"You have a nice tight tail hole." Callum laughed as he casually tossed Mitchell's body into the air, catching it on its way back down.

"Please be careful." Mitchell whined, too afraid to say anything else that might give the stage assistant any ideas.

"Promise me you'll never take advantage of me like that again." Callum continued tossing his body into the air, pretending every so often to almost miss catching it.

"I promise." It was all he could say.