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Skie's Growing Compromise.

Inside a backstage dressing room, stood Skie, deep in thought as she looked her body over through the reflection of a wall sized mirror. Her eyes traced her creamy white fur rolling down her lower muzzle, over her natural C cup breasts, between her pelvic crease, down mid way between her thighs, around her private pink tipped mound to her upper rear, and finally ending to a sharp point just above her Astraii tail. With the strike of a gleeful peace gestured pose, she looked over the fur of her white socked arms and legs, with the white fur ending midway up her forearms and just above her digitigrade ankles. She then spun on one digitigrade paw pad and inspected her signature paired red rings equally placed at the edge of each sock, her upper arms, her mid thighs, and at the tips of her four ears, save for the creamy white fur coating the inner folds of those ears. With a wink, she closed her left pink tinted eye, revealing a pair of red stripes, of which were also present at the bridge of her upper muzzle, the middle of her neck, midway over each shoulder, and around both sides of her waist, while the stripes were not present on her right purple tinted eye. And finally, with the soft twist of her torso, she gazed down to her extravagant Astraii tail. Its core outwardly patterned with a stylish tribal like jagged pattern above, and an elegant jeweled petal like design below. As with most tails of the Astraii, hers too was disconnected, yet stayed firm in an arrangement similar to that of a solid tail. As she watched her tail and those two thin and widely round golden bands sway in accordance of her intentions, she inspected the tail's inner deep purple hue, that slowly faded to pink further away from the core, then with a quick gradient change to white at its fringes. The stylistic colour of her tail, is also present in her hair, her forearm tufts, and the tufts on the heels at her digitigrade feet. With the rake of her rose red claws, she brushed her recently undone hair to the side, and peered down to her breasts, each capped with deep pink fleshed nipples and areolae. With a glance lower, she lifted one foot paw and inspected its deep purple and shiny pad, and with a wiggle of her rose red toe claws, she lightly stamped her foot to the ground.

“Show time in three Skie," a voice said from her dressing room door, catching her attention.

“Alright, I just need to get dressed first," Skie said with a light smile, eager to see her fans for the next few hours.

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“Ticket for one…" a low voice said.

“Ahh, you're in for a real treat tonight, as lady Skylar Bloodrose is on a hot streak, with each show nearly selling out each night," the ticket booth operator said in a chipper tone. With the clatter of a keyboard, then the whirring of a ticket printer, the man handed over the item. “too bad all we have right now is top row seats, but in all honesty, the sound of her voice is quite powerful, so you shouldn't have any—"

The hooded man snatched the ticket from the issuer's hand, then walked away with it held up to his golden glowing eyes. Their dark centers reflecting the gold etched letters and numbers of his seat, of which apparently positioned him in a secluded area.

“Perfect…" he said in a low grave tone.

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A little later, the certain hooded figure had finally found his seat, and sat very still, waiting for the perfect time to act.

Meanwhile, down onstage.

Set three, two minutes in, Skie was having the time of her life, dancing, singing, and just doing what she loved best. Her life, up to this moment, has been the quite literal dream. From starlet, to the big stage, yet still staying humble. Even to this day, she couldn't help but be at awe with how much her crowd loved her. Every time she stepped on stage, and right till she walked off with waving arms, the crowd cheered, loved, and soaked up every sight and sound of the Astraii fennec. But, as her shows progressed, and as she became older, her outfits began to become a little more revealing, but would only let the sight of cleavage, or the light slit at her rear. Although she's used to being seen by many, she was still as modest as the starlet she once was. These clothes, are not of her design, but with the growing surge in the erotic industry, the once brilliant and flamboyant outfits she wore, had become nothing more that tight fitting latex stockings, slim and cut corsets, and sometimes even a latex micro jeans, showing her mound, and a large amount of her rear.

Today was no different, as her outfit was nothing more than two pieces, separated by her creamy white furred midriff and navel. Her top, was made of black leather, coated with a shiny and pearlescent wax, cut mid way down the front side, with three overly taut strings defending her modesty, while the rest of the piece cut just above her midriff, and fore arms. Her bottom, however, is a perfect example of how much the growing erotica industry has influenced hers, with its denim legs torn off at the upper quarter of her thighs, while its beltline fit loosely on the lower of her waist, only held up by a slim and hidden soft metal clip and a snug zipper. To have her outfit work for the better, it was agreed that she should go commando on stage tonight, so her usual satin white panties and bra were stripped.

The lack of undergarments irked Skie at fist, but her passion for her fans and career has brought her on stage with such revealing attire, as she would never go out like this in the public, and would only feel comfortable waring this in the eyes of those she trusts. But she has to admit though, the money such outfits brought in, really made a difference on what venues she could preform in. Today's venue, is one such difference, as the multi tiered seating area before her roared its appreciation, showing their love, as she sung it back. Unfortunately, her passion to her fans, tends to make her put on as best of a show she can, at the cost of an exorbitant amount of concentration into her act, and noticing little to anything else, even herself.

The two golden eyes in a little seated area of the uppermost platforms knew of her fixation, as it began to coldly look down to a glowing book seated between its lap. Now free of its hood, its sharply pointed ears are twitching at every dazzled roar of Skie's crowd, forcing a scowl on its muzzle every time. Yet, even with each agitated expression, it still calmly flicked through blank page after blank page, looking for the selected page of a spell he's been working on for this occasion away from his usually cold damp and peacefully quiet dungeon. As he flipped the book's pages, his golden irises shone as he squinted at the occasional passing light, while the light illuminated a golden crest below his right eye, and several sliver stars on top of his left hand. With one final flick, he found his spell, one that still has signs of an armature of their art, yet sufficient enough to be invoked by a beginner such as himself. This is one such spell that he used at one time, a time that he remembered well, as it took Skie on a public relations rollercoaster for a good week before the dust finally settled.

For Kayleth Stargrazer, the dust had settled far too quickly, for that his boyfriend's heart she advertably stole is still madly in love with her charm. But, perhaps, his actions had furthered the divided, as his ex-boyfriend, now friend, masturbates to the plethora of leaked images of Skie growing out of her clothes. Not being blind, Kayleth immediately saw the error in his ways, and knows his love is gone. So he put his passion for it on the side, and instead further focused on his magical teachings until he's found a new love to endear his life to. As for where and what he's going to practice on, there's this fennec dancing her fourth act on stage below, and thanks to their first encounter and his own hubris, he knew well that she's easily susceptible to his magics, however novice they may be.

With a light smile, he scrawled a few last minute notes onto the page with his quill, which was gifted to him by an unknown benefactor right after the last time he struck. Such a cryptic letter, with its contents being, 'keep things exciting, and I'll keep things coming,' and this strange exotic quill furled in some mundane tattered cloth. Although Kayleth felt uneasy at the shade light quill, he couldn't help but admire its ethereal like form, and wonder what kind of beast this thing was plucked from. With a light tap, he finished his runic description, and gazed upon his page. On one side, was the gibberish of magic infused markings, and on the other, facing the crease line, were two images atop each other, one of a simplistic figure of a body standing tall, and the other was the same body, yet considerably larger. This spell, is the exact same one he used on that fennec during their first encounter, just that the changes he made just now, allows him to cast it over a distance, and better control how fast or slow those changes take place. The first spell to be written by his gifted quill, and the first to be written in his soon to be growing book of spells.

Now ready, Kayleth struck his left palm against the runic letters, causing them to glow a brilliant array of colours, then, with an encircling motion, the letters glow syphoned toward his hand, while also causing his stars to glow the same multi-coloured hue. With a quick pull of his hand, a small glittering ball of sparks clung to the middle of his palm. With the lift of his arm, he aimed his clutched palm down and willed a small spark, only visible to him, toward the dancing and singing fennec below. With a sigh of exhaustion, he fell back onto his seat, but luckily, he only needs to orchestrate the action below with the manipulations of his mind.

Dancing, singing, working up a sweat, and just plain old having fun, Skie did her thing on stage, while making it through her routine flawlessly. With her mind racing, and her senses solely focused on what she's going to do next, she hadn't noticed that her leather top was beginning to constrain against her body much more than just mere moments earlier. As she struck a pose, a few keen eyes could've sworn that they saw the fur around her high cut sleeves beginning to indent as if being squeezed by an elastic band. To those at the front of the stage however, they began to notice something else, as in, her paws making much more of a loud thump as she landed each hop and skip. Yet to Skie, things had progressed slowly enough for her to not notice that she had just grown about three inches above her usual six foot two inch tall stature.

With one final note, she had finished her song, and took a moment to breathe, and notice how unusually sore she's feeling after what should've been a trivial performance. Between her breaths, she couldn't help but hear a light groaning sound very close by, but before she could further investigate, her next song had begun, drowning out the soft squeal of leather. And so, her straining leather top continued its path to destruction unhindered. As for her bottom, the already weakened and stylistically torn legs were lightly ripping upward in several sharp tears as they slowly crept up the short way to that now taut crease between her legs. At her waist, the band slowly became taught, as her body grew into, then soon, out of it. That poor little soft metal clip could do nothing, as it slowly pulled out of that equally soft metal clasp, like a string being pulled out of a wet noodle hoop. At this point, most of the front row watchers were now taking notice to Skie's larger stature, and the sight of her leather top beginning to fail at the seams, showing more of that fur between. But then, with a light click, followed by a few murmurs upfront, the waist line of her pants jerked open slightly, and began a chain reaction on that once firm zipper below. The crowd in front fell silent, but the rest of the venue still cheered, as they had not noticed the finer details of her growth and failing stage wear.

The tag of the zipper jerked up, then lightly fell down as the mechanism itself clicked down the first tooth of many. Behind that zipper, was an already prominent labial mound, but with the next click, it was further exposed. All the while, those rips on her legs are now just shy between her thighs, putting her well kept legs on full display to the crowd, while her pants further strained and degraded against her growing body. But, with a twang like snap, one of those supposedly stretchy strings on her top broke, making her squished C cup breasts jut forward slightly, much to her relief, yet still unaware of her current situation. To her, those extra cheers up front were a normal reaction to a good performance, so she continued none the wiser, while they looked on, with hidden hard-ons, and perked tops.

With another click, that tag lowered and revealed the shift of normal white fur, to the pink skinned edge of her labial folds, while the next string at her top threatened to give up with a nearly inaudible squeal. With another twang at her top, her body involuntarily spasmed at the surprising relief of what is thought to be performance stress, which caused a light over flex of her legs, and ripped her pants further while her zipper click down three rungs. Now, more of the crowd noticed her predicament, due to such a sudden shift amongst her apparel, and as her pink and wet clitoris sparkled for all to see, while her breasts splayed out of their confines further, making that leather stretch even further to the point where the very edge of her deep purple areola are now visible.

Skie, now high on the crowds sudden cheer, had just finished her second to last song. Although she was starting to find it hard to breath, she still refrained from checking herself over, as when her shows near their end, the last sets of songs tend to fire off right after the other, this one being no different. So, she chalked it up to exhaustion with the show being near its end, and the sweat she had worked up during. With a sudden burst of adrenaline, the next song had begun, but so had the final legs of her clothes, and speaking of.

Her top, had patches of fur bulging out between those widening seams, while those breasts had slowly pushed out to the point where her once modest top looked like more like a bikini, as it pushed against her breasts, and as they bulged out at the top, with even more of those areole visible to the raging crowd. Yet, for now, the real spectacle was further clicking on below, with the sight of her folds, unfolding before everyone's eyes. As the zipper further parted, her folds further opened, giving a spectacular sight of her shiny nethers for those up front, some of which had already been fervently playing with themselves as their idol became more and more exposed on stage before them. But, some were waiting for a sight that would really make that climax all the better, and those few were intently staring at the stubborn little string, keeping them, and Skie's last remnant of modesty, in check. As for that zipper, it had finally reached that very bottom of its track, but unfortunately, those tears on her legs had finally reached that area, and caused the fabric around the track give way, and let the track pull away from her already exposed privates, and dangle over it like some metallic and poorly designed loincloth. The action had been so soft, and quiet, that Skie was still oblivious as she began the final part of her routine. But, as with her destroyed pants, her growing body still has one more garment to discard, and it will go noticed by all, including Skie.

And as foretold, that string binding her top together began to fray right in the middle, causing her breasts to slowly part, finally revealing the very tip of her nipples. With her final note, and one final one pawed spin, she stopped and stood still with her legs slightly parted, and her chest heaving with exhaustion. With one final gasp to sigh in relief, her top exploded. The crowd fell silent, save for the soft moans at the front. With wide eyes, Skie looked down, just as her denim shorts too exploded at the waist, sending the tattered pieces into a fluttered freefall to the stage floor. Skie shrieked and blushed as she quickly covered her private parts with her hands, then spun on a paw to sprint back stage. As she reached the back of the stage, some of her crew were already waiting, while they stood at about two thirds of her current size.

Kayleth cracked a grin, and looked down at the orb still glowing brightly in his palm. His smile faded as he realized that the magic wasn't even close to being exhausted. With the closure of his eyes, he imagined the ultimate size this quill infused spell could grow Skie to. With a sharp gasp, he opened his eyes, and snapped his book shut, severing the magical ties to Skie, and it. With a shaky hand, he watched as the orb evaporated into a cloud of multi-coloured sparks, then nothing. With wide eyes, he looked at that quill in his hand. His mind filled with fear, of something most terrifying, yet, so obedient, to the point where it could only be described as, perfect.

Who, and where, did this quill come from, and with this act done, what else is this so called benefactor going to send him.

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