Les' Magic

Story by Scan on SoFurry

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Sarah knocked on the door. Two short knocks, a long pause, another two hits. She felt very awkward doing this, because she was actually admitting the existence of something she always had denied. But certain situations needed certain deeds.

"Who's with you?"

The voice made her jerk, even though she had expected a response. "I-I'm alone..."

"No. You're not. Squat."

A tiny bit confused Sarah did as demanded. She looked around, but there was really nobody around. She felt very uneasy. She heard some very low noises, and then a piece of paper with a very strange result was shoved through the gab between floor and apartment door. "Touch it." Sarah did so.

Something left. She didn't know what, or if it was a who or anything. It just left. It was away. "I'm alone now."

"Yes," the voice said. Locks were opened, many locks. Then the door opened, a bit, just enough for Sarah to slip through. "Many spells are enchanted to innocents nowadays. There had been rules, but that went all down the drain. And poor kittens like you have to suffer."

"Uh..." Sarah said. She was standing in front of a black dressed rabbit. He was not a small guy in a robe as she had expected. He was rather a white bunny in black clothes, and if he had walked out on the streets, she wouldn't have looked at him twice. He also wasn't pierced all over or had strange symbols hanging all over his body. Nothing of that. A normal rabbit. And a handsome, she had to admit.

"What brings you to me?" he said and signed her the way to his living room. There was an old stained couch, a table, and a TV, running. There was also a counter and behind it the kitchen. A small flat. "Foreseeing? A spell?"

Sarah's feline nose twitched. It smelled here, the usual smell of a bachelor's apartment. No mystical spices or or anything. "A... friend told me you'd help me with a certain problem..."

"I can't make the period painless, I already remarked that."

"What?"

"No, come again."

"It's... a boy. He's so cute..."

"But he doesn't even notice your existence. Yes, I understand. Did your friend tell you what's needed?"

"Uh, I've got some fur of him."

"Good." The lapine stood up and pulled the curtains in front of the window. Then he put the things from the table to the floor, took a sheet of paper and spread it on the wooden table. He took a compass, drew two circles and made some complicated constructions. "Here," the rabbit said and handed Sarah a pen. "Colour here, but carefully. Do not draw over the lines."

Sarah did as demanded. Together they finished the artistic symbol. "Okay..." the bunny said. "The fur goes here... and a drop of your blood here."

"What?"

"Here's a needle."

"I..."

"Oh, man..." Fast the rabbit grabbed her paw, stung the needle, waited until some blood flew over and released the paw. While the cat sucked on her forefinger, the drop his the centre of the symbol. The bunny took a deep breath, and did some more movements over the symbol. "There."

"Finished?"

"Yes. That'd be twenty quid. Thank you."

"And it works?"

"Yes," the bunny said, rolled the paper and handed it over. "The next days a small coincidence will happen, maybe he'll ask you out, whatever you teenagers do nowadays. I don't give any guarantee that the relationship will last, that's up to you. Or you pay another twenty as soon as you see him slipping."

"Oh... okay..." Sarah said and pulled out a bill from her handbag. She looked at the roll of paper. "What am I supposed to do with that?"

"Dunno. Pin it on the wall, hide it in a drawer, up to you. Just don't destroy it."

"Folding?"

"Paranoid girl... Just do not destroy it."

"O-okay..." Sarah stood up and slowly. She wanted now out of here. The rabbit led her to the door, let her out, and locked again.

Then Les leaned against the wall and sighed out loud. Then he pulled the shirt over his head, went to the TV and switched it off. Bloody teenagers. 'Oh my god, I want a yiff with as less effort as possible.' Instead of working on a relationship, they just asked for a spell to get one. Well, if they wanted, they can pay. Twenty for a nice picture. He should let them pay more. Today teenagers had more money than a family in the fifties. So why not let them bleed for a bit more for magic?

Les opened the door to the bedroom. "I wanna go out today."

The naked silver fox on the bed grunted. "That fucking crow is there again."

Les took a short glance out the window. On the tree right in front of the house was a black bird. A crow. "So what?"

"It's watching us, that perverted animal," the fox grunted into the pillow.

"So what?"

"You know who's watching with the crows."

"Of course. And I don't care. It can't enter," Les remarked and pointed at the symbol on the window.

"But it can look. I hate those bloody birds."

"Okay, okay," Les said. He closed the window and let the curtains hide the room. "Better now?"

"Yes."

"I wanna go out today."

"I got that."

Les sat down onto the mattress and drew some circles on the fox's back. "What do you say?"

"I dunno if I feel like it."

"I do. Isn't that reason enough?"

The fox grunted again.

"Gab, come on." Les drew another circle and then made some other figures with his finger.

"What are you trying there," Gab asked, feeling the symbol on his back.

"It's the 'I wanna give you a bj' sign."

"Don't know that one."

"I just invented it." Les withdrew his paw. "Tell me if it worked."

Gab rolled over, providing full view on his best side, the front. Les let his finger draw a trace over the fox's chest to the navel and up again, then revolving one nipple. "Well?"

"Hmm... what can I say, I'm completely yours." The fox smiled.

The finger traced down and the paw touched the vulpine cock which was slowly growing out of the sheath. Les leaned forward and rested his head on the fox's stomach and waited for the penis fill with blood and grow to its complete throbbing length, right in front of his nose. Les stuck out his tongue and licked gently.

Les moved forward and took the head of the vulpine penis into his lapine mouth. He rubbed tightly with his furry paw, squeezing a pleased moan out of Gab. He changed position as the fox had spread the legs, and took now the hot piece of male meat completely into his mouth. Passionately he continued his pleasing work, making the fox groan louder and move in the bed arbitrarily.

Les fastened and intensified, knowing exactly how Gab liked to get blown. After only some minuted the fox twitched and grunting, shooting his load into the rabbit's mouth. Les swallowed, wiped his snout, and crawled up, onto Gab's panting body, and gave him a tender kiss on the nose.

"Going out now...?"

Gab smiled. "Okay, okay... let me get dressed..."


They were sitting in a dark bar, a strange club. Les had just gone and dragged Gab with him. Gab hated it. He always hated to be outside. There were so many eyes, so many paws all around. He felt watched and unsafe. He was sitting at the counter, sipping his beer, and tried to ignore Les' efforts on stage. The rabbit was on the platform and tried to recite a self written poem. Maybe Les was very talented in rune magic, but his talent in writing poetry should be at least doubted.

After Les had gotten the bit of applause he deserved, he joined Gab on the bar. "Well?"

"Just wonderful," Gab commented.

"Aww, come on, you didn't even listen."

"Yes. Exactly."

"You don't need to be all gloomy all the time."

"It's modern, look at the kids. Just catching up with fashion." He was drawing with a straw in a pool of beer. After some moments of doing that, the pool moved and flowed away. Just small and completely useless games with a powerful art.

"You still didn't tell me how to draw in water."

"It's easy, just remember the picture. It's not permanent, so you need to be careful."

"Aha..." Les spilled some of his drink on the wood. Very concentrated and with care, he drew a simple symbol. "Wow!" he gasped out as a high jet of flame appeared, burnt all the alcohol in the pool and disappeared again.

"For a small flame you need to do a bigger circle and another Kethan in the centre," Gab remarked knowing.

"I know. But that is a lot of more fun."

"And it drags attention," the fox said and sipped. "I hate attention."

"You gotta live, Gab. You can't just lie in that bed all day and all night. A bed is for sleep and for certain hours. You get insane if you try to spend your life in it."

"I'm just worried. And scared sometimes."

"I can't imagine anything you should fear."

Gab looked into Les honest eyes and smiled weakly. "I wish that'd be the case, boy."


"Look, the gate is open," Les said.

"Well?"

"Hmm... I always wanted to have some sex in there..."

"It's a graveyard. Full of crows."

"You said you wanted to catching up with fashion. Kids are yiffing on the graveyard all the time!" Les took Gab's paw and dragged him tenderly. "If you're worried we can draw a banning circle."

"There are things out there no banning circle can keep away. Les, I don't like graveyards. I hate the screams of the haunted, I hate the begs of those who can't accept they've died..."

"But you like my butt, do you?"

The silver fox stared at the butt shaken in front of him and sighed finally. "Half an hour..."

"Yay!" Les cheered and dragged Gab through the gate.

The yard was abandoned. And just dark. No fog, no eerie noises, just grass and stone blocks with names and numbers on it. Oh, and crows. In the trees. But apart from that, nobody and nothing was around.

They found a nice and convenient spot, and while Gab undressed, Les looked for a stick and drew a long circle with it, enough room for two males to have some short sex. Then the rabbit pulled a tube of a certain liquid out of his pocket, quickly took off his long coat, let his black pants slip down and waited for the silver fox to mount him.

Gab quickly rubbed the lube over his now full erect cock, kneed down behind the impatiently waiting rabbit, and pushed himself into the lapine rear carefully. Les groaned out loud as the vulpine meat penetrated his tail hole, stimulating his insides. Soon afterwards the fox began his steady and gentle thrusts, sending passionately hot pleasure to the lapine. He had forgotten about the environment now, there was just him and his rabbit. And he was pleasing the rabbit.

Gab started to thrust harder and faster, moaning under the sensation sent by the lapine flesh around his cock. Les clung his paws to grass, then made his fingers dug into the moist soil. Every hard thrust made him express his emotions with a louder groan.

The pleasure grew in him, and he felt like climaxing soon. Les tired to tighten his hole for the fox, and got a louder grunt as reply. The vulpine paws dug into his fur, claws touched his skin arbitrarily, scratching, but in a very gentle way, not leaving any traces.

Then suddenly the claws dug deeper, and Les heard a loud grunt and felt the fox's creamy load fill him up. The fox had stopped his movements, but with his paw he rubbed the bunny's penis directly, giving him the last stimulations Les needed for his own orgasm. The white cream of the lapine hit the grass.

In a tender embrace both males lay in the moist grass and kissed each other, not thinking of the location any more. Just kissing and recovering.

"Aww, how cute, two snuggle-bugs," a voice said.

Les and Gab turned their heads. There was a bat sitting on a tombstone, looking down at bunny and fox. His eyes were gleaming red, he was naked, except for a little black collar, very prominent in his light brown fur. "Ya like dat, di'n't ya? Ta mount dat li'l bunny... oi, rabbit, go fer dis." Les frowned as the bat spread his legs and revealed a huge piece of male meat, in soft state. "Now dat's a tool, ain't it?"

"Piss off," Gab snarled. The fur on his neck was erected and his ears laid on tightly. "Go back where you came from, demon!"

"Oh, why so aggressive? Afraid ah could try ta steal yer bunny toy?" The bat jumped from the tombstone. "No worries about dat, foxy." He stepped closer to the circle, until he was just a bit away from the banned area. "You'd be a much better toy..."

Gab stood up and posed self-confidently. "So? Then try to get me."

The demon squatted down. "Hmm... banning circle, eh?" Very carefully the bat moved his paw forwards, but didn't meet any resistance as he touched the other side of the circle. "The first rule all rune magics learn is allus ta take care of th' drawn symbol. And a circle ain't the most difficult, really..." The bat stood up. "Looks like yer little toy was a bit too easy here, don't it?"

Gab reached out for the stick. Okay, now there was a problem. The bat was a lot more stronger than both males, and without the circle there wasn't anything to stop him any more.

"S-Sorry..." Les whispered to his master.

Gab tried to keep cool. Just a demon. He had defeated demons before. He didn't need to draw a symbol, he just had to wave the stick. He lifted the piece of wood threatening at the bat. "I warn you. Your spirit may be immortal, but as long as you walk on earth your body is not."

"Pretty cocky for a earth born..." The bat let his wings spread to show his complete size and strength.

"Les, I want you to run..."

"But... Gab...?"

"Oh, no!" The bat made a quick movement with his wings, and remarkably skilfully he turned around in air, stood suddenly behind the men, and grabbed out for Les. Les with just a split second faster and ran, but not further than behind some tomb.

"Gabriel," the bat snarled. "I'm here to get you back to Hell! Your time is over!"

"Come and get me!"

Les shivered and tried to look over the tomb without revealing himself. The two opponents didn't seem to move, but Les knew Gab was only checking out the magical streams in this place. What the demon was waiting for, Les couldn't tell.

How coward of him just to run away. He could understand that Gab wanted him out of the way, but he was able to help. He just needed... well, the prepared cards. In his pockets. And his coat was in the circle, between Gab and bat. The bunny slowly sneaked out of his hiding place.

Carefully Gab started to draw a small sign with the stick into the air. What was that demon waiting for? With just standing on one spot he couldn't defeat a rune magician. "Watch it, demon!" he shouted and trust the stick forward.

"Hah!" The bat made a quick movement.

Les felt himself lifted up and moved in the air. The next what he could remember was getting hit by something strong and hot, followed by unconsciousness.

Les? I must tell you something about me.

Oh, what?

There's more in this world as a normal furre's mind can see.

What do you mean?

There's a world behind this. My world.

Can you show it to me?

Sure...


There was one place Dag could be all alone. A place other people don't dare to enter, especially in the darkness, or early in the morning, just like now. Here he could lie in the grass and watch the sky, thinking about the world. Sooner or later, a poem or a song would pop into his mind, he would write it down continue staring at the clouds. Until the grave digger would tell him to leave.

Dag sneaked into the graveyard. Even though it was still dark, his feline eyes provided him a very good view of the environment. And he saw something he hadn't expected.

There was a circle in the grass, a perfect circle. Within the circle, the grass was burnt away and the soil was black. There was also a body of a male rabbit, naked, and some clothes with holes. Either someone had tried some ritual again, or that bunny had tried to commit suicide. In a pretty creative way.

Dag stepped closer and noticed the rabbit's fur was only burnt on some spots. And that he was still breathing. Dag quickly squatted down and rolled the body onto the back. "Hey, wake up." the rabbit didn't respond. "Hey, come on." Dag shook the body and got a small movement back.

Les opened one eyes. "Shit..."

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Gab?"

"Uh... no..."

Les moaned in pain as he tried to look around. "Where's Gab?"

"I don't know... not here..."

"Fuck..." Les looked at the cat. "Who're you?"

"Ermm... Dag. Hi."

"Where's my coat...?"

"Here... I think..."

"Left upper pocket... a small card... has the words 'teleport' on it..."

Dag frowned for a second, but looked for the card. "Here..."

"Put on the circle... and take the pen... connect it..."

Dag looked and found a half melted black pen. It still worked, so just did as demanded and drew a line from the unfinished end of the car to the line of the burnt circle. Then he connected the other side. "And what..."

It all disappeared. Only the burnt grass was left. The card suddenly caught fire from nowhere and burnt down into nothingness.