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Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

Or at least it was if you weren't one dabbling in the arcane. An artificer who knew the limitations of his trade would often try and stretch what he had to work with using magic, if he could spare the coin. The technology would catch up after all, sooner or later. It always did. Given enough time and potential gain, the fantastic advantages a mage could wield were quickly matched by the practical gains of technology.

For Keet, this was part of the challenge of his chosen profession. He had to be alluring, delightful, eye-catching, and always, one step ahead of the curve. Once folks found out how a magic trick was performed, it would be at best, perhaps a month before some machine that could replicate the effect became commonplace.

Sleight of hand was always good, as were disappearing acts, and continued to get wows and ooohs from the crowd, even after many shows, but there was only so much one could do with them. They were great filler content, but hardly grand stage performance material.

Keet wanted to do BIG. He wanted to WOW. He wanted his shows to be the talk of the town every weekend, with lines out the door of folks, both the two-leggers and quads such as himself lining up to see his magical performances!

When he first started, hydromancy had been the craze of the day, but before long, pumps and fountains combined with lighting and projection could replicate many of the fox's best tricks, and some tricks requiring multiple parts that his magic alone simply couldn't keep up with! So, he'd moved on.

Lightning had been popular for a while, at least prior to the widespread use of electricity. Showers of sparks and cycling orbs of crackling energy had wowed and dazzled his crowds, before coils and generators had come and stolen the thunder, figuratively and literally. Even now, clever electricians could form runs of wires to arc voltage into shapes and displays that were as beautiful as they were dangerous! And all it took was an untrained fool to grab the arcing figure one night as if to prove it was just an illusion. Mercifully, that had been another performer's show.

It had only taken Keet jolting his whiskers on an errant arc exactly one time, for him to decide better than to try and match their technical prowess with his distinctly feral paws.

Lightning was a lazy element, and as metal jewellery had become more common among his crowds, it was less and less safe to show it off among them versus purely on stage. Safer, but it lacked that wow factor he was after.

Wind was easy enough. One could cover it with clever placement of fans and bellows, and to make an intricately folded bird flap from the stage and over the crowds' heads before flying back to him was as easy as child's play. Regrettably, the only people still wowed by that were the children.

But fire... Fire was a dangerous muse. The theatre owner had shouted several other performers from the stage for using it, at risk of doing a grand finale that would see the entire wooden stage in flames! But not Keet. He'd been the only performer who frequented The Grand to earn the owner's blessing to use flames in his routines after he'd been forced to divulge his tricks' secrets to her. Rather than reacting with shock, she'd simply nodded, pondered it a moment, and offered the fox better showtimes going forward.

Blending real magic with showmanship was an art in itself, and true magicians were few and far between. An age ago, they'd been called wizards, and in the time before that, shamans and witches, but one commonality between the periods were that they were either viewed with awe, suspicion, or both. Rumour had it certain nobles had also started gathering them for their own courts, hoarding them jealously like precious jewels.

They'd even started offering rewards for information on them. Keet needed to adapt, to blend in more, and so, he'd started performing with a suitable cloak of plausible deniability that his tools of the trade brought, blending his real magic with that of his performance. When they, at last, had come for him with questions, he'd simply denied it with a laugh and showed them the machines he would meticulously prepare and hide on or under the stage before his shows.

And sufficiently advanced magic, after all, could these days, be indistinguishable from what was merely some flashy machine and the flair of good showmanship. He loved the popularity his shows brought, but not that kind. It was hard enough being a magician, an actual, honest-to-goodness magic user, without that kind of attention.

And so he sat at the bar of the theatre, his bushy tail sitting just above the waistband of his velvet black trousers that covered his distinctly feral lower body while he wiggled to keep his spot on the wobbly stool beneath his rump that had seen far too many patrons' behinds over the years.

"I need something new! Something that folks haven't seen before! Something-"

"You're doing it again Keet." Teberthia, the owner, nodded pointedly at him, the older she-wolf two-legger startling him from his deep train of thought. The blueberry juice in his cup was swirling of its own accord, and the moment Keet's concentration shifted, it stopped, the current halting with a small splash as if it had run into an invisible wall.

"Sorry! Sorry!" He stammered. Gingerly, he picked it up between his forepaws and dipped his muzzle into the rim to lap at the sweet liquid.

"You will be if it was more than just you and I here." She laughed, reaching across the bar to gently scratch him between the ears. Oh, for long fingers and opposable thumbs to get all those good spots! He might have melted for just a moment before she stopped, addressing him directly.

"What about an assistant? Have you considered bringing someone else aboard to help?"

"Considered?! No, I couldn't. There's too much that could go wrong. Too many moving parts, too many things to keep hush-hush. It would be a big risk, I couldn't..." He paused mid-speech.

Couldn't he though?

Someone with perhaps the right degree of discretion and attitude could make an invaluable partner. He'd often seen other stage performers doing tricks with their own assistants or partners, from sneaky plays of sleight of hand, to elaborate escapes from ensnaring traps as they filled with water in a nail-biting show. Plus, not having to stage or remove the props himself would save a lot of time.

With suitable modification and tinkering, there was potential to create some truly show-stopping, breathtaking performances. His russet ears twitched as a rush of ideas shot through his head at lightning pace. The wolfess across the bar snapped her fingers a few times to distract him from his musings.

"I know that look. You need me to start writing ideas down for you?" Teberthia laughed. Keet looked back at her, determination in his mischievous grin.

"Not ideas. A job offering."

---

Interviews and auditions for the part of Keet's assistant were...

"No! No! No fire on the stage! NEXT!" He shouted, helping Terberthia to pat out the small flames before they caught on the curtains anymore.

They were something else, and not because of the reasons he expected. Finding good, talented help it seemed, despite the surge of interest since they had put the fliers up, was...

"I can see the markings on your cards from here. Next!"

"Ma'am, if you are going to use wildlife, please make sure they are trained first."

"While I have nothing against skunks, clearing the theatre in that manner is not magical. Next!"

... A challenge, for sure. That was putting it mildly.

He'd sat, paced, padded, and yelped his way through over two dozen applicants, and nearly pulled his own whickers out in dismay! Even the most rudimentary of talents were in very, very short supply among the common folk it seemed, and regrettably, this seemed to extend between those on both four and two legs. Competence, let alone talent, was a rare commodity.

After their latest audition had almost filled the entire theatre with smoke trying to mimic a simple disappearing act, Keet had nearly lost hope completely.

He arched his back, stretching out his paws and toes lengthways with a wide yawn, while he helped Teberthia clean the last of the fine black soot that coated the stage from end to end.

"Well, chin up, yes? At least now we know where the bottom of the barrel is!" She chuckled halfheartedly as she swept another small pile of muck into her trash pail. If they hadn't blown up her stage by the time he found someone suitable, she was ready to count that as a win.

Keet flicked his tail, the metal bucket stirring and suddenly sliding across the smooth boards, before rocking to a stop before him. The floating pile of soot he'd conjured together dropped neatly in as well with an anticlimactic 'Fwoomph.'

Turning, he began magically sweeping another pile together to clean up. At least it wasn't sticky. They would be done before it was completely dark and he had to prepare for tonight's show.

"At this rate, if I find someone who can operate the curtains without causing a fire it will be a miracle!" He lamented, groaning his frustration aloud.

A quiet rap of knuckles on wood drew both of their attention to the edge of the stage.

"Oh, did I pick a bad time? I can come back?"

The small vixen at the edge of the stage was modestly dressed, a yellow knee-length sundress shifting around her slight frame as she moved. He golden eyes watched on curiously.

"Shows don't start until after sundown. If you come back then, we can-" Teberthia started. The vixen gave a surprised squeak and covered her muzzle.

"Oh, no, no, I was here for the assistant position! For the magic shows! You're the amazing Keet, right? The magician?" She gestured to the fox, who just gave a charming smile. The flattery at least brought a tired smile to the quadruped fox's muzzle.

"Ha, the one and only! What gave it away?" He said with a half-hearted laugh. Looking her over, she didn't really seem like a magician's assistant material at first glance. Just another hopeful.

"Well, the floating pile of soot for one..." She said with far too much casualness, lazily nodding at the ball of black dust conspicuously floating just beside Keet. He frowned in confusion for just a second, turning his head to follow her gaze...

Right to the glowing pile of dust he'd been in the middle of sweeping.

...that was presently floating in the air beside him.

...where it should not have reasonably been under normal means.

With a startled yipe, he remembered himself! Shit!

Losing his focus, he dumped the gathered soot back onto the stage. It landed in an unceremonious heap and gusted outwards, spreading back over the floor he'd swept it from. He sneezed as it tickled along his nostrils, coughing and shaking his head.

"Oh, no, no! That was just uh..."

"Oh, Just what? A draft?! The wind? Really Keet, I warned you about this, and it's a little late for excuses now don't you think? You'll still have to clean it up! What, were you going to blame hot air for that?" Teberthia laughed sassily, the older wolfess clearly enjoying watching him squirm.

Keet danced on his paws sheepishly for a moment, before nodding and looking up to meet both ladies' gazes.

"Well, I was thinking about it, yes, but I seem to have already used that excuse, so..."

"Perhaps a trick of the light?" The vixen suggested unhelpfully with a shrug of her own. If she was startled or surprised to see him using real magic rather than just pure showmanship, she certainly didn't give it away. She just stood there, grinning wryly like a...

Well, like a fox.

He couldn't help the awkward chuckle at his own thoughts.

"Well, I suppose I have to offer you the job now, don't I?" he added, feeling quite the fool.

"I mean, you don't have to..." She let the words linger for a long moment, leaving the obvious conundrum that would have left Keet in unsaid.

"...but for what it's worth, I've seen several of your shows, and that explains a lot. I'd love to be a part of that magic! I'm Vivy." She smiled, and kneeling down to meet him at his level, extended her paw very politely to him.

Sighing, Keet nodded, a sheepish grin on his pointed muzzle as he looked her up and down. She was pretty, like a fresh-bloomed spring flower, with eyes of gold that sparkled in simple delight. It was hard not to warm to her at once. Kindness and flattery did wonders it seemed.

He raised his forepaw and offered her a gentle handshake, smiling as best a fox could smile.

"Well, I suppose that settles it then. Welcome aboard Vivy. Your first job can be helping clean the stage. There's a show tonight, and we can't have the place a mess for it. There's another broom behind the curtain ropes over there."

Her tail wagged in delight as she scampered off to fetch it.

---

As it turned out, Vivyan was actually a very competent helper, and from the very first day made herself quite the assistant. She was prompt, arriving before he told her to, and with a seemingly boundless fascination for both Keet's fancy machinery and 'cover' props as she had for his actual magic work. She was quick to catch on, and her mind was as sharp as a needle. Her curiosity for his craft was endearing.

"Is it ever strange, being able to move things with a flick of your tail?" She asked one day, between moving his props about and preparing for the next show.

"You might have better luck asking a bird if flying is strange, or a fish if swimming feels unnatural. It took practice to master it, and persistence. Have you ever stared at a coin in your paw and willed it to disappear, over and over again until suddenly- Poof! You do just that?" He quizzed her. That had been how Keet discovered his talents. He never did get that coin back though.

"Are you sure you didn't just lose it in your pocket?" Vivy snickered quietly.

Keet laughed at that, his eyes flashing with mischief.

"You know, I might have believed it as well if I'd been wearing pants when it happened! Magic is... As you put it, a strange thing, yet wonderful. I find new uses for it all the time, but like breathing, it's not something I've ever thought of as strange."

"Even as a four-legger? It's rare enough to hear of a two-legger doing it." She quizzed further, packing his props neatly back into his magic box.

"Call it fate, or luck. I have the gift, and that's that! I don't think how I walk really factored into it. Have you ever found walking on two legs strange?" He prodded her back, sauntering past with a string of cards trailing behind him on a mystical cloud of faint purple energy. They neatly folded together into a single deck, before he dropped them into her waiting paw so she could tuck them away.

"Well, no, I mean, I've always- oh..." Vivy paused as Keet padded up beside her, wandering across on his hind legs. He reached out with one paw and pet her shoulder a few times, before carrying on with the prep work like nothing was amiss, his brushy tail swishing with his steps. It was strange to see at first, but he made it look very smooth and natural as he walked on two legs, holding his forepaws at his sides before he crossed them over his chest with a playful grin stretched across his muzzle.

"For me, this was a matter of learning, same with my magic. Just because I could do it, didn't mean I was always good at it. If you were to try prancing around on all fours, you might find it strange at first as well. Practice practice practice! It's what got me where I am today."

"And perhaps just a spark of magic?" Vivy added with a coy grin.

Keet snickered quietly, and tapped his nose with a sly, knowing glint in his golden eyes.

"Why, just so!"

---

Within the month, Vivyan had made herself nearly indispensable to Keet's show routine. Simply the presence of an assistant to help move props between phases of his performance had been invaluable and cut down on a lot of the leg work that would have otherwise been up to the magician himself! All those seconds added up in quite a large way. Now, there was hardly any time at all between the applause finishing for one trick before he immediately moved right along to the next.

The crowd ate it up! More time for magic meant he could pull out some of his more grandiose performances more often without having to worry so much about having everything staged and ready beforehand. Poor Terbethia had been sold out three nights this week to the point she'd brought in extra chairs and freed up space in the back for standing positions!

It was a hassle, but she certainly wasn't complaining about the extra coin it brought in, and Keet wasn't complaining about his share of it, nor was Vivy!

It was great! And yet, he wanted still to show more! To delight and to wow, to leave folks amazed and flabbergasted at just how he'd pulled his tricks off. He'd been venturing into new territory by hiring an extra set of paws, but now, it was time for something new once again. The show must go on, and new and exciting tricks would help attract new and excited customers to his performances.

He was all but hopping on his paws with excitement as Vivy finished moving the wooden pallet backstage. She fetched a crowbar to pry the lid open.

"So what goodies have you gone and got now?" She asked, grunting as she leveraged her short stature, bouncing her weight off the bar a few times. The vixen swore before the lid came loose with a loud creak as the nails popped free.

"See for yourself! I want to try something new, and there was a clipping I read a while back about an escape artist wowing crowds by slipping free from one of these..." Keet started as he padded over to the desk on his hind paws, reaching in to pull out the padded white jacket that rattled with locks and straps as it shifted.

Keet held it up for her inspection, grinning ear to ear as his tail wagged.

"Ta-da!"

"Ahhh, finally decided to commit yourself then?" Vivy had to duck as he tossed the jacket at her, before dropping back to all fours so he could poke at it, and specifically, nose around the locks.

"Ha-ha. Very funny. Now, I've never had to pick a lock before, but these should be simple enough to manipulate with magic. The real stuff, not showmanship magic. See, watch-"

He paused, focusing intently on one of the locks, his tail making a gentle back-and-forth swishing motion. The lock rattled quietly for a few moments before with a sudden Click!, it sprung open! Keet looked absolutely delighted in himself. Even Vivy gave a quiet nod of approval, the vixen giggling.

"So, hey, now that you've mastered locks, have you ever considered the bank-"

"What?! No, no, I'm not a criminal! This is all for good fun! Think about it! On stage, a pit of fire, or... A slowly submerging chamber! Being lowered into a vat of boiling acid! Something dramatic that will get the crowd to the edge of their seats and biting their nails the whole time, and then, when I make my last-second escape? Applause, cheering, a palpable sigh of relief! They will love it!"

Keet's tail was wagging at a mile a minute, his excitement visible across his face, and in other, more intimate ways as well. The second Vivy noticed, she blushed and turned her head, gesturing to the vulpine's fuzzy sheath between his legs, and the flash of bright red flesh visible against the rest of his cream underbelly.

"Keet, you're uh... You're peeking." She laughed a little bit, but still stole a glance from the corner of her eyes, even while her cheeks turned scarlet. Keet blinked, confused for just a second before his eyes widened in realization and he turned about, muttering something under his breath to hide the tip of his crimson cock from sight, camouflaged back into his fur with a swift illusion.

"I uh... Sorry about that. Sometimes we quads get a little carried away. I forget sometimes that the tall folk aren't quite used to such casual nudity. There's a reason I have pants for the stage after all, ha!" He joked it off, shifting from foot to foot as he went back to examining the straight jacket.

"So how will you cover your magic if your paws are bound?" Vivy quickly picked a new topic, not wanting to linger on the awkward exchange longer than necessary.

"Hmmmm... Maybe call it... Power of the mind? I can rig up some dummy locks on a spring timer in case anybody wants to question it. The real locks though-" He chuckled mischievously, giving his tail another swish. At once, the remaining harness straps and locks sprang upon, leaving the garment unfurled upon the floor.

"Piece of cake!"

"I would practice first. You might find your attention straying when you're distracted by flames and... other things." Vivy gave the four-legged vulpine a sly wink, scooping up the jacket in her paws. She frowned as she looked it over. She held it up for his inspection, and the source of her consternation became evident.

"What's wrong with it?"

"Well for one, this was made for a two-legger. The arms are too long, and the buckles too loose. It will flop around on you like a tarp!" She pressed the jacket against Keet's chest as he stood on his hind paws, the white a stark contrast to his russet and cream pelt. True to her word, the size was all wrong as she lifted the arms along the tod's, giggling at the way they flopped several inches past his wrists, hanging limply over the back of his paws. She could have set it on the floor for him to crawl into and use as a bed!

"That... Could be a problem, yes." Keet frowned, his disappointment evident.

"Maybe I should leave it? Just while I practice manipulating the locks first-"

Vivy bopped him with the loosely hanging length of the sleeve, making his ears twitch as he recoiled in surprise.

"Oh nonsense! Let me take it for the night. I'll size it up for you and make sure it's nice and snug! Do you have a tape reel or-"

He clapped his paws and with a puff of purple smoke, produced the thin spool in his paw, grinning ear to ear. Vivy just giggled at his antics.

"Showoff. Hold that pose for me." She said, unrolling the measuring tape and laying it across his shoulders.

"We're in showbusiness dear, and I dare say I wouldn't be very good at it if I wasn't just a bit!" Keet added with a playfully charming wink as she crossed to his front.

Her nose furrowed just a little as she knelt, getting perhaps a little closer than strictly necessary. She wrapped the tape around his midriff, slipping it over the base of his flicking tail. One of her claws gave his side a gentle scritch as she did, and Keet had to stop himself from tapping quietly as his leg instinctively went to give a kick, threatening to overbalance him entirely!

"Oh, sorry! Did I do that?"

"Y-yes, ha! Quite alright, just a ticklish spot."

The tape caught on something that wasn't visible around his waist, and a quiet huff passed the fox's lips. Vivyan blinked in confusion before she realized what the obstruction was, the standing fox's invisibility spell for that particular distraction still in place. This time, it was his turn to blush while Vivy took it much more in stride.

"Oh... oh! Did I do that as well?"

"Huff... y-yes. If you could just-"

"Move it? Only for a second though." Before he had a chance to argue, the soft fingers of the vixen's free paw had encircled his length, tilting it down and freeing her tape. Keet stood, not quite sure what to say or do beyond staying still, his brain frozen in a momentary limbo as her delicate digits held his invisible maleness like she was grabbing an invisible broom handle. Her thumb far less innocently rubbed a small circle at his tip.

She laid the tape back across his belly to finish her measurements.

"Hmmm, bigger than I thought."

Keet coughed quietly.

"Yes, well, you wouldn't be the first to say tha-"

"Oh! I meant your measurements!" She stood suddenly, and the release of her paw made his tail poof up on end as a shiver went down his body. He dropped to all fours and shook himself a moment as he cleared his head. Her touch had been unexpected, but by no means unpleasant, if his unseen twitching was anything to go by. He bit his lip, almost tempted to ask her to keep going now that she'd gotten him started, but the coy vixen stood with a twirl, swishing her tail across his muzzle as she did. A scent of silk and roses filled his nostrils.

Oh. Of course, she meant that- Keet blinked, his cheeks as red as a harlot's skirts.

"I'll have this back to you first thing tomorrow Keet!" She exclaimed, scooping up the jacket in her paws with a grin that was either mischievous, sultry, teasing, or a combination of all three.

She'd slipped out of the back door to the theatre before he'd managed to pull his thoughts together enough to think of anything worth saying, leaving the vulpine high and dry, still trying to work out exactly what just happened.

Keet found himself back at the little bar in the front of the building, sipping something strong and fruity before his mind had completely caught up. The glass was empty.

Teberthia raised an eyebrow as she fetched him a refill.

"What's the matter, cat got your tongue today?"

"No... A vixen. And it wasn't my tongue!" The fox huffed.

"Careful with that one." The old wolfess chuckled as she slid the vulpine a fresh glass over. "She'll run circles around you if you're not keeping pace with her."

---

As it was, Vivy returned in the morning with a beaming smile, carrying her proudly bundled project in her paws. She kicked the door shut behind her, garbed in a simple purple sundress, the vixen smelling sweetly of whatever perfume she had on. She rolled it out on the floor backstage for Keet's inspection.

"Ta-Da! Finished! And it should fit you like a glove if I did everything correctly."

Keet nosed at the arms and the collar where she had removed the extra fabric, tightening the figure of the jacket up until it closely resembled his natural figure, slender and lithe, with an extra loop that would secure around the base of his tail.

"So I see! Well, what do you say we try this on and make sure it all works as it should?" Keet wriggled with excitement, shifting and practically dancing upon his paws. He stood upright, raising his forelegs up so that Vivy could slip the jacket down and over them. His head wriggled through the thick, padded jacket like he was burrowing in a hole, before it sprung forth back into the light, ears flicking.

With his forepaws secured across his chest, Vivy began fastening the buckles and locks into place, tightening the straight jacket around his midriff. He shook and tugged, even lowering his chin to bite at the collar of the jacket. He even laid down and rolled in it, the metal locks clanking as they were dragged over the hardwood floor.

Satisfied, he came to rest upon his back, using what limited mobility he could get just through his hind paws to rock himself over until he was staring up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he imagined it, a grin splitting his vulpine features. Vivy watched, amused and fascinated both.

"Excited to show off much?" She gave a nod towards his waist, and Keet rolled his eyes, not even bothering to try and hide his peeking maleness this time.

"After your teasing yesterday, you're hardly innocent in that. Hush you! Let me focus!" He rolled his eyes, shooting her a stern, but playful look. Vivy just raised her open palms in mock surrender.

"By all means, carry on. The crowd doesn't get half the fun of the show that goes on backstage... or after hours." She said with a wink.

He huffed once, motioning for her to hush with a flick of his chin and a laugh. He'd seen her peeking on his more... private shows.

"Imagine it... Suspended in the air, flames crackling beneath. Slowly, the ropes begin to lower. The crowd gasps as the magician descends slowly towards the scorching abyss below-" He gasped in mock shock, his tail giving a swish, curling up between his legs as he squirmed in mock distress. His antics got a giggle from his assistant as she watched on.

"Alas, he has a way, a secret, a trick up his metaphorical sleeve... With skill and focus, he turns, rocking back and forth, until..." The tip of his tail took on a faint, ethereal purple glow, swishing to and fro, before suddenly-

...

... BEFORE SUDDENLY...

...Be... Before SUD-EN-LEY...

Keet growled, opening his eyes again as he frowned in frustration, wriggling and twisting for a moment. He could feel his magic, feel the lock, and yet... A soft snort of amusement beside him made Keet open his eyes.

"Having trouble getting your magic up there?" Vivy teased, paws folded over her chest with a playful snicker passing her lips.

Keet shook his head, biting at the collar of the jacket in frustration. He tried to manipulate the lock again. It rattled once before falling back against the jacket.

"No, it's nothing like that. These-"

"It's okay. I've heard most magicians get performance anxiety the first time." Vivy giggled from where she was leaning against the wall, grinning ear to ear.

Keet growled, shuffling his hips back and forth as he tried opening the lock with his magic some more, his brow furrowing in concentration.

"It's not that! It's the locks, they're-" Keet started.

"You know it's not uncommon to not be able to get off-"

She wasn't helping.

Keet frowned, his ears angling backwards. "It's the locks! Would you stop giggling, Vivy, and-"

"You know, it's okay! If you'd like, we can try again later when you-"

"Vivy, would you quit with your jokes and help-"

"I can look away if you'd like, Keet? Would that help you do it?"

"Can you just let me focus and-"

"I mean, I'd certainly be all flustered if I was half hard and locked up on stage like that as well." Vivy shrugged, and Keet narrowed his eyes at the grinning vixen. Her tail was swishing back and forth, betraying her barely kept in check laughter. His frown was decidedly less amused.

"So are you going to help me now?" Keet asked with a flat tone.

"Nope! But I thought before using fire, or acid, or a pool, that it would do you good to practice with some distraction! You know, make sure you can get the locks open amidst anything else going on with the show, so I had them switched to something a little... Tricker to open." Her grin was full of devious and mischievous intent as the vixen prowled forward, her tail swishing side to side in all its fluffy luxury.

Just what was she playing here? Keet thought to himself. The scent of her perfume hit him as she leaned in close, reaching down to run a single paw down the side of the straight jacket to the locks.

"I paid good money for these, you know? They're supposed to be unpickable, but I figured for a magician such as yourself you'd have no trouble at all! Call it a challenge! And just in case that wasn't enough, well..." Vivy blushed for a moment, with a sly, knowing gaze as she ran her eyes down the bound vulpine's body and across his cream underbelly. Keet felt a flush of warmth at the intensity of her look. The vixen licked her lips.

"You know, I've never been with a fox before, certainly not a four legger... So how about a little wager, Keet?"

Now that she was close, he could hear the devious, naughty tone of her voice, and he recognized the scent coming from her. It wasn't perfume at all. Good heavens... This wasn't at all how he'd seen his day going, but now that he was here... It would really be a shame to not take advantage of such a challenge as the voluptuous vixen was proposing.

"I'd say you have my attention! I'm a rather captive audience! But you could have just asked if you wanted that sort of show though. What did you have in mind?" He chuckled back at her, but his ears were perked and attentive, his chin tucked down against the jacket as he followed her intently with his eyes.

"I could have, but I think you'll agree this is more fun for both of us. How about this? If you can get these off-" She paused, rattling each of the locks upon the jacket in turn, five in all holding him immobile.

"...before I get you off... I'll take this pretty little dress off and let you do whatever you please with your prize."

Keet blinked once and inhaled sharply. The sweet, spicy tang of arousal was much headier now, and it wasn't all her.

"And if I should fail?"

"Well, we can discuss your release tomorrow if it comes to that." Vivy flashed a toothy grin that was filled with all kinds of wicked promises as her paw upon the jacket shifted lower, tickling his creamy-furred belly before her fingers curled around the length of his foxhood that had already slipped free. Despite himself, he huffed, hips rolling instinctively to thrust into her grip.

"You'd better get to work on those locks. I've got a head start." The vixen purred sweetly.

Oh, and she did as well. Already peeking with arousal as he was, Keet was vulnerable to her paws as she began to gently stroke the magician's 'magic wand'.

"I... I can see that!" He added with a mix of a growl and a huff, his hips bucking up into her touch entirely without his input. She put her free paw on his belly and pushed him back into the floor with a wry grin.

"Easy now... Save that for if you get those locks off."

Oh, she was a tease! Keet huffed in pleasure even as her thumb caught the thin jets of watery vulpine preseed and smeared it back across his exposed red flesh.

He tried to focus, though closing his eyes didn't help at all. Behind his eyelids, all he could picture was the sweet vixen's smile as she stroked across his cock. He could feel his heart beating faster with each pass of her paw, every twitch and throb only adding more lubricant to make her task easier. All that blood was quickly diverted downwards in his anatomy, filling his quickly expanding vulpine cock as it slipped from his sheath and right into her paw where Vivy wanted him.

No, no! Don't get distracted. Focus! Keet willed himself to action, his tail swishing back and forth rapidly. Oh, but her paws were so warm and soft, gripping him like a silk glove, a featherlight hold that made his cock jump as her fingers danced along his sensitive flesh.

He could feel the lock, the strange mechanisms within its outer case not at all like most that he'd toyed with in past. The tumblers and pins were a unique, twisting pattern, and the springs were much firmer than most locks, making them trickier to keep in the perfect position. He felt them give slightly as he probed at them with his magic, trying his best to keep his focus on the lock closest to his muzzle.

And then Vivy's paws pinched the top of his sheath closed gently, pinning his still swelling knot inside its furred home before it had a chance to be freed into the open air. His foxhood throbbed urgently as her free fingers curled their way around the now-trapped lobes, giving them a careful squeeze. A low whine escaped the trapped magician's throat.

"Oh, that-Haahh~ Huff.... Not fair at all!" His lower half squirmed and twisted in a mess of utter, oversensitive bliss as she toyed with him, her paw the sweetest torment imaginable as she rubbed his throbbing and swelling knot between her fingers.

No! Focus! The lock! Focus on the knot- LOCK! Sure as sure the sweet little vixen's delightfully warm paw pads didn't make it easy for him though!

Manipulating his magic, he managed to get three of the eight pins in place before her fingers curled around the underside of his knot, and tightened around the root of his shaft. He saw stars behind his eyelids, and a desperate, pleading whine weaseled its way from between his lips.

Whatever control he had was lost for just a moment, his hips giving a sharp, involuntary buck into her grip. She peeled his creamy-colored sheath back, stretching it over the lobes of his knot. The fat bulb of flesh popped free with a rush of pleasure down his spine and a glorious sense of being freed from its almost uncomfortable confinement, only for her to grab and squeeze the bump tightly. Her fingers didn't stretch all the way around his girth.

"Oooh... Now that IS bigger than I thought. You use your magic to hide this away?"

"Ahhh, only during the public shows. Careful, it's-" He was interrupted before he could protest further.

Her fingers encircled his knot like a serpent around its prey, constricting the unyielding bulge of fox cock within the warm, leathery grasp of her paw pads in a snug and tight grip. He almost lost it right there, yapping loudly while his hips rocked on autopilot, thrusting into her welcoming palm with a futile effort of instinctive breeding. The feral urge to hump was too much for even his conscious distress at the sudden spike of sensation to overrule.

The fox's length throbbed, his fuzzy ball sack tightening against the base of his sheath. His eyes threatened to roll backwards. He was dangerously close to cumming all over himself and the newest stage prop, and he hadn't even got a single lock open yet! His shaft ached as his knot inflated rapidly, precum jetting all over the vixen's paw and along his belly in streaking arcs.

Vivy giggled, her voice lowering to a sultry purr. She leaned in dangerously close to his foxhood, close enough that his eyes shot open as he felt her breath caress his naturally glistening shaft. She blew a soft, controlled wind across the underside of his throbbing prick, and Keet whined! The sudden chill only lasted a brief moment, but it was enough to entirely arrest what had for a moment felt like an impending peak rising up within his loins.

"Oh! N-not fair!" Keet panted desperately, his eyes meeting the talented vixen's own. They glimmered with all sorts of naughty intent and knowledge.

"Now now, you wouldn't want our fun to be over that quick, would you?" She smirked, mercifully loosening her grip to merely keep his fully engorged cock pointed skywards. Precum trickled down his shaft like a leaky faucet. She leaned inwards, the cool tip of her nose pressing against his furry sack where she inhaled his scent with a loud huff that made the fur on his neck stand on end, shivering with feral excitement. His tail beat a quick march on the floor by his side. Her own tail did likewise, her body reacting with a shiver to the natural male musk.

Her tongue slipped from her muzzle, and in a single swipe, sampled the quadruped vulpine's shaft from where flesh disappeared into fur, all the way up to his twitching, leaking tip. She kept her eyes on him the entire while, and like an enraptured audience, Keet couldn't bring himself to peel his gaze from the erotic sight.

"Save the best tricks for last Keet. You'd better get back to those locks." Vivy huffed, but it was clear the naughty fun was having an effect on the vixen too. He could smell her excitement, and how eager her body was. Hell, it was ALL that he could smell then and there, and it made it damn hard to even think about the locks!

But he HAD to! Especially if she was alluding to exactly what he thought she was as his prize.

One couldn't blame a full-time magician fox for having a dry spell!

Keet's brow furrowed as he tried to focus. Tried to push aside the delightful warmth of Vivy's muzzle as she nursed upon his tip and teased his shaft with the wet heat of her tongue. He tried to push aside the softness of her lips as she lay a line of kisses along his shaft and sack from his prick's head to his perineum and back. Tried to push aside the barrel of the lock desperately before he was too far gone to keep his focus on it!

Click!

The magician's relief was palpable as he let out a sigh, his head flopping back against the floor with a whine. Vivy's tongue was making laps of the pointed head of his foxhood, deliberately dragging across his tip to catch every spray of his watery precum, and oh was there a lot of it. When she pulled her face back, a line of it streaked from her nose to her eyebrows, leaving her russet fur matted and wet. Her tongue shot out and cleaned up what she could.

"That's one... You think you can get the others before you empty these?" Vivy teased him as she rolled his jewels in her palm. Her lips parted and she sank her muzzle down on his length before he could think of a clever reply. Whatever he had been about to say died in his throat and was replaced by a soft moan. His hips rolled quickly upwards, thrusting into her mouth, her tongue cushioning the underside of his shaft and curling as she licked him like a sweet candy.

The locks, Keet! The locks!

He growled and bit his lip, the sudden little pain sharpening his focus enough to swish his tail and draw his magic on the second lock. Now that he knew how they worked, opening them was much quicker, and the second lock sprung open before she'd even managed to reach his knot with her lips.

Hearing that though, she redoubled her efforts, rumbling in amusement around his twitching maleness. He gave her a deliberate thrust in return, pushing the swollen lobes of his knot against her soft, rosy lips. Vivy just moaned sweetly and dragged her tongue slowly across each sensitive bump, doing her best to be as blissful a distraction as possible for the bound vulpine quad under her paws.

The third and fourth locks came undone quickly after that! Now that he had the method down, he went for the fifth one and was just a moment away from opening it when the vixen played a dirty trick.

Her fingers slipped around the back of his knot, tightening around the sensitive root of his foxhood. She gave him a few rapid strokes, and Keet barked at the wave of ecstasy that hit him like a lightning bolt, utterly helpless to stop his hips thrusting as his hind paws sought to grip her head and hold her muzzle down.

His lustful thrusts grew desperate as her lips parted, sucking the top of his knot like a jawbreaker. Messy slurps filled the backstage area as she bobbed her head in time with his hip's motions. Pleasure bubbled up rapidly, rising to a critical point. Her lips parted around his knot with a soft, feminine moan.

No no no! He panicked, and in a fit, shoved the last lock with a shunt of magic that blew the fragile mechanism to pieces! Sure enough though, it worked, and the lock sprang free, at last freeing his arms from their immobility.

Without missing a beat, they pushed against the back of the vixen's head as he shoved himself forward urgently, his hips pumping of their own accord. Vivy gave a surprised squeak and a moan as his knot forced its way past her stretched lips, bulging the vixen's cheeks outwards as it quickly ballooned to its full girth.

A hot ribbon of fox cum painted her tongue with his salty, male taste, and was quickly joined by another, and another. Keet groaned in bliss, huffing loudly while he kept his sheath pressed flush with her mouth, several weeks of pent-up vulpine filling her maw while his hips gave weak, twitching thrusts to keep his cocktip buried at the back of her throat. His entire load went right into her eagerly suckling gullet, the vixen gulping loudly as her throat contracted and milked the tod of his seed.

Vivy grabbed his forepaws as she pulled back with a gasp, sputtering while the quadruped male messily spent the last of his load upon her pretty face. Streaks of musky vulpine cub batter streaked her snout in a lewd mosaic of lust. She giggled, recovering quickly to seal her lips around his tip, not wanting to waste her own reward. Her fingers left the root of his cock, and without the pressure against his knot, the throbbing pulses of his cock soon ceased as well, his knot shrinking and slipping at least partly back into his sheath now that his biology was no longer convinced he was tied to someone in need of breeding.

Vivy rolled her head upon her shoulders, tossing her hair back and out of her eyes. She wiped her muzzle across the fur of her forearm and licked her lips to clean up the last of his load that still connected them. She gave a satisfied smack of her lips.

"Well... I'd suppose that makes it a draw. You did get the locks off, but I'm pretty sure you would have burst right then even if you hadn't." She eyed him mischievously, pupils narrowed as she grinned.

"Well, I mean, you didn't give me much choice... Once you grab that spot, foxes tend to cum until they're done." Keet huffed, still catching his breath. Had the room always been spinning like this?

"Well, you still won in a sense. I was expecting that to take you far longer, but..." She bit her lower lip cutely, her tongue sticking out in just the tiniest blep, as if indecisive. Whatever hesitation she might have had vanished a moment later as she turned about, and quietly, without a word, slipped the purple sundress up and over her head, leaving it in a pool by her knees.

If Keet's body had been retreating a moment before, at the sight of her gorgeously curved figure, his hormones sounded the charge. His eyes drank her naked figure in, the supple flow of her breasts, the way the fur around her chubby pubic mound had been neatly groomed back, leaving the flesh of her vulva exposed entirely, a slit of pink in a sea of soft, creamy fuzz. She hadn't worn anything beneath the dress at all.

She giggled at his body's natural reaction to the sight of a naked vixen all but presenting herself to him. He'd gone from half hidden to fully erect again in the time it took him to run his tongue across his lips.

"I presume that means you approve of your prize?" She said coyly, and bent over at the waist away from him, flagging her tail up and out of the way.

She put herself on full display, and a single word came to mind as his eyes were drawn beneath her enticingly raised tail. He took a shaky breath, unconsciously rocking back and forth on his four feet like an excited pup.

Honeypot.

He'd heard the phrase before, but never quite seen the comparison, at least before the vixen bent over and assumed the position, looking back at him across her shoulder with that coy little grin. Her hips gave a tiny little wriggle, making the curvy cheeks of her ass shake towards his muzzle.

Her sexlips were puffy, swollen with season and need, and with a flick of her tail, she wafted the rich, pheromone-laden scent back at the stunned-looking tod. His nose twitched as he took it in, the feral part of his brain flooding his system with a kick of excitement and warmth. It made his fur shiver from his ears to the tip of his bushy tail. Instinct had him out of the jacket and back on his feet before he realized, following his nose to the source like a bee to a rose.

"Easy... please? I've never been with a four-legger... Or my own kind for that matter." Her cheeks went an adorable shade of pink as she took a quiet breath before she rolled her shoulders and lowered herself onto her elbows, resting her head upon her forearms.

"Well, fortunately, I know a magic trick to make that uncertainty disappear." Keet chuckled.

His nose brushed across her moist folds sensually, curiously at first, gently nudging and mapping a new partner. This close to her though, the right aroma of her arousal lured the tod in closer, until with just a flick of his tongue, he got his first taste of the sweet vixen.

Vivy gasped, biting her lip as her body went tense at that first touch, a huff and a moan escaping her before she could stop them. Her tail folded downwards between his ears for a second, before she blushed and raised it again slowly.

"P-please... Easy. Never had a male do this either... My last partner was all business."

"Mrhm... he was clearly missing out then..."

Keet decided he liked the sounds she made, and nudged her sex with his tongue again, lapping at her petals like he was drinking from a bowl. The sweet flavour of vixen coated his tongue, and feeling bolder, he pressed on, nudging the base of her slit with his nose while his tongue pressed onwards, parting her silken passage around his oral muscle to taste from the source.

Her hips pushed back against his snout encouragingly, shoving her sexlips back against his mouth and tongue. Every lick he took drew another moan from her. Keet closed his eyes, panting between the tastes of her sweet intimates, savoring the vixen like a fine wine. Like a fox devouring a fallen piece of fruit, his tongue worked along the edges of her passage with a feral enthusiasm, trying to reach every inch of her heavenly passage he could. Vivy's body squeezed around him, her breath hitching whenever the fox found a sensitive spot he could exploit within her.

His slender muzzle, more slender than his two-legger compatriot, gave him an edge in this situation, and certainly this position. He nosed forwards more, pushing his mouth right against the vixen's sex, parting his muzzle wide to seal his jaws over her mound with a soft, lustful growl. Certainly, the vulpine's talent with his tongue could be described as magical!

"H-Ha! Keet! Mmph~" Vivyan muffled her moans in the fur of her forearm, biting down as she gave a desperate, high-pitched squeak of pleasure when his tongue dragged over the budding nub of her clitoris. Her entire body jumped from the sharp, sudden spike of bliss like she'd been shocked! He paused, waiting just a moment to make sure she was okay.

"Nooo- Don't stop! Do it again!" She quickly hissed in pleasure, pushing herself back against him with a desperation borne of her need. Keet was happy to oblige, bracing his paws against her calves as he shoved his muzzle forward, lapping at her presented womanhood like his life depended on it! Her rich, feminine lust coated his taste buds, and hungrily, he ate it up, ravenously going back for more and more! She got to torment him after all! Turnabout was only fair.

Vivy gasped and almost collapsed forwards, moaning loudly as she gyrated her hips back onto his face, softly squeaking and yapping with each blissful swipe of his talented tongue. Her face was buried in her forearm's fur, with her opposite paw clamped over her muzzle, desperately trying to silence her pleasured noises as she tensed up.

One more lap of his tongue did it, a slow, methodical drag of his textured vulpine licker across her saliva and arousal-streaked sex lips. Feeling just a touch cheeky, Keet reached out with his magic, and applied gentle pressure to the insides of her thighs, like invisible paws gripping and pulling her legs further apart. Vivy didn't resist his magical touch at all, already too far gone in her bliss. Her vocalizations were little more than a string of desperate, hasty moans and pants, muffled into the fur of her arm.

When his tongue grazed over and began circling her clit, she lost any remaining will to hold herself back. With a shuddering cry, her passage seized around Keet's tongue, the quadruped fox growling enthusiastically while he pushed forward. He feasted on her orgasm like he'd been starved of her body, slipping his tongue across her trembling insides and her puffy folds while his snout and whiskers were drenched in the vixen's climax. His senses were overwhelmed with the scent of a vixen in heat, fogging his brain like he'd been drugged with aphrodisiacs.

"Fu-Fuh- Fuck! Too much! Keet!" She yelped as he grazed her clit again as he drew back, stepping off of the backs of her calves with his forepaws. Her breathing was deep and drawn out, trying to recover from the moments of seeing stars his tongue had pushed her to. Even now, he watched as her body tried to clench around nothing, clinging to the last moments of an orgasm that left her well and truly ready for the next part...

After a few moments, she let out a long, bliss-filled moan, stretching like a feline with her back arched, her head turning to regard him over her shoulder. She gave the smugly grinning tod a sultry wink.

"If you can top that performance... Don't keep me in suspense, Keet. Show me some real magic." Her hips wriggled once, tail flagging up and over her back in an invitation for him to take his prize.

Keet didn't need to be told twice!

With a flick of his tail, he seized her thighs in a magical grip, holding her steady while he reared up onto his hindpaws. She huffed as he landed heavily on her back, wriggling her rump in anticipation. Keet was already as hard as steel, his hips rolling rapidly as he pulled himself flush to her rump. Soft fur tickled along the length of his cock, sending a constant trickle of pleasure as he thrust a few times, trying to align himself with her sex.

"Need a paw there?" Vivy giggled, reaching beneath herself. She didn't wait for him to answer, the vixen just as eager as the magician to make that intimate connection. Her fingers wrapped around the head of his pointed vulpine shaft. The slick, crimson flesh slipped between her leathery pads, and with the slightest nudge upwards, warmth enveloped the sensitive tip. He shoved forward, driven by instinct to take her.

"There... Easy at Fir-ST AHH!" Vivy let out a yap of surprise as Keet's hips shot forwards, plunging himself into her eagerly primed body with a wet, arousal soaked squelch. He'd driven himself fully halfway into her before the vixen's passage clenched around his lengthy cock, arresting his momentum for just a moment. The heat of her velveteen passage made him want to growl in bliss, but he restrained himself, stilling with an apologetic, but eager whine.

"Ahh! Gentle! I know you're excited, but it's been a while for me... This is a first, like... This." She managed a soft laugh, her body still squeezing his length.

"Just... Here. Let me start." Vivy huffed, his length twitching inside of her as she shuffled her hips back a little, getting herself more comfortable while she adjusted to the size of the feral on her back. He felt even bigger than he looked! We're all quads packing like that?!

It took the vixen a few moments, but when she started rocking her hips back against him, her moans started up anew, sweet and whining in pleasure as her primed body reacted to being filled with a proper fox of her kind. She reached back with the paw she wasn't bracing herself on to grip Keet's thigh, giving him an encouraging squeeze, her fingertips tangled in his soft, russet fuzz.

"Alright... I think I'm okay. Just warn me before you try and tie me, okay? I want to feel it, just... gently." Her breath trembled with excitement and nervousness. She petted his thigh again before lowering her hands in front of herself, shoving her muzzle back into the fur of her forearm in anticipation.

Keet rumbled happily, lowering his torso along her spine to pin her tail down, his tongue whipping out in a gentle lap across the back of her ear.

"So I take that as you're wanting the whole experience then?" He gave a soft huff, almost chuckling. His hips pistoned into her of their own accord, driving his inches of vulpine shaft into the eager vixen until the top of his swelling knot hit her outer lips with a wet smack.

"Oh! Yes!"

She yelped, before remembering where she was and clenching a hand down around her muzzle. A soft, sweet whimper of bliss squeaked from her lips every time he thrust in, and he could feel the base of her tail frantically trying to wag against his belly.

He picked up his pace, curling his forepaws around her chest to secure his hold, and then really let her have exactly what she had asked for. vulpine vigor took over, and despite having climaxed so recently from her muzzle work, his length was throbbing, coating her coaxing insides with watery jets of virile precum.

"Mrmph~ I might have... Aaahhh, right there!" She hissed in pleasure as his knot rammed her again, his shaft brushing right against her G-spot deep inside the vixen's snatch. Keet braced his hind paws against her calves and took her like an animal, growling as he focused his motions to hit that spot over and over. His hips were almost flush with hers, knot threatening to breach the clenching lips of her paradise every time he bottomed out inside. Keet was in heaven, every motion sending a rush of pleasure coursing along his nerves.

Vivy's words were lost as she bit down on her arm, though it did barely anything to muffle her cry of release, the vixen letting out an ecstasy-filled bark as she came! Like floodgates opening, sweet, slick arousal coated Keet's shaft within her as the vixen's body went into quivering spasms of orgasm. Her passage milked him, pleasure-filled contractions squeezing him tighter even than she'd done with her fingers.

His leg threatened to start kicking as jolts of bliss ran the length of Keet's back. He was damn close already, but it was quickly going to reach the point of no return. If he was going to tie her and give her the full vulpine experience, it would need to be now!

"Rrrf~ Going to... knot you now!" He warned, barely restraining himself. Sharp, vulpine fangs found purchase upon the scruff of her collar, giving him extra leverage as he shoved forwards with all of his strength, battering her swollen nether lips with the fat lobes of his knot. Her body resisted his advance for the barest of moments while he rocked himself from side to side, bit by bit forcing his knot to wedge the vixen's splayed sex open. His furred sack was drawn up, tight against his sheath, and he could feel the rapidly building pressure as his lust threatened to spill into her belly.

Vivy whined loudly, desperate and high pitched, trembling as she was split around the first knot of her life! Whatever discomfort she felt was overridden by a savage, primal and ancient instinct buried in her DNA that demanded she let the male tie her! Her vision was quickly shrinking to tiny points, and her body stood on the edge of what she knew was going to be one hell of a peak.

"Ah! Do it! Show me a magic trick and make that knot disappear~" Vivy groaned. Her eyes clenched shut as his grip on her tightened, Keet's tail swishing behind him as the magical grip upon her thighs suddenly pulled her back just as he drove his hips forward.

Oh, he was going to give her a performance she wouldn't soon forget!

A pair of vulpine yelps echoed backstage, Keet's as he suddenly lunged forward, and Vivy's as her body was spread around the widest point of Keet's knot. He growled, teeth nipping at her neck as he pushed his sheath flush against her spasming cunt. Vivy's moans were cut quiet as she bit her arm to muffle a pleasured scream.

With a wet pop, Vivy's sexlips collapsed back around the underside of Keet's knot, dragging his cock into her as another raking orgasm overtook the hapless vixen. She spasmed around him as she saw stars, moaning in an incoherent puddle of well fucked vulpine.

For Keet, it was a world of pleasure, tight, ripping warmth engulfing the quadruped fox's knot entirely as her body clenched shut, squeezing on the hypersensitive root of his cock. That sensation alone was like a biologically driven cum switch, and the fox fucked her like a feral the second he felt it. His hips, now firmly stuck against the vixen's, humped her with a ravenous need, jabbing his tip against her cervix like a lock to its key before the pleasure became all too much to contain. His tip snuggled up against the last barrier to her ripe womb, and he came like fireworks going off.

With a yip that quickly turned to a bestial snarl of lust, he held his cock deep, feeling the powerful throbs as orgasm shook his body from ears to tail. His breath hitched, held upon that precipitous instant as the pressure built in his pointed tip nestled as deep as a tod could be within a vixen. A heartbeat passed, then two, before at last, the dam broke. Blessed relief and a flood of pleasure overwhelmed Keet, who flopped upon the vixen's back while his cock jerked and throbbed, drenching her passage and cervix beneath him. The Fox's knot was engorged, firm as a rock plugging a stream, ensuring that not a drop would spill from exactly where she'd asked it to be.

All was quiet for a long few moments after that, the pair of firmly tied foxes panting all that broke the silence backstage. Vivy let out a shaky sigh, slowly lowering her shoulders to the floor as her arms, at last, gave out. Her body was still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure like a struck harp string. Keet meanwhile felt like he was swimming in the air, his tongue hanging from his muzzle as he fought to catch his breath.

Moving carefully so as he to not tug on their tie and make both of them hurt, he slowly twisted himself sideways, lifting his legs over her back and turning until they were rump to rump, just the barest bit of bright red of his cock connecting the pair of them, the prominent vein on its underside twitching rhythmically with each new burst of seed he pumped into the vixen. They would be stuck like that a while.

"So... How was that for a magic trick?" He chuckled quietly, looking back at Vivy. The vixen looked fit to pass out where she lay, head resting on her forearms with a giddy smile smitten across her lips. She cracked one eye hazily, and her look in that moment spoke of every level of satisfaction.

"Mrrhm... Different... incredible... magical, heh. Any chance of an Encore performance?" Vivy huffed with a sweet, well fucked exhaustion to her otherwise sing-song voice. Her tail gave an enthusiastic flicker of motion, wagging back and forth against Keet's.

Keet couldn't help the pleased wag in his tail at that.

"I'm... certain that could be arranged." The vulpine chuckled, his prick giving another excited throb deep within her tight vixen snatch.

"Well, you may want to arrange that in your room next time Keet... Though that was quite a show. Huff~"

Both of their heads snapped around in a sudden panic, Keet's eyes going wide as he looked over to the edge of the curtains. The heavy fabric sheets parted, and Teberthia stepped out from her hiding spot quietly, subtly pulling her paw from her waistband. The older Wolfess's fingers were matted from what she'd obviously been doing but a few moments before. Clearly, she'd enjoyed herself.

"Oh! Uh... You uh, you saw that, hmmm?" Keet' stammered, trapped like a deer in headlights.

"Mmmhmmm. More than saw."

"Ahhh." Keet nodded, biting his lip. The unspoken 'Fuck' was implied rather clearly.

Teberthia just chuckled, her tail giving an errant swish as she looked over the tied pair for a moment longer, resting her fingers upon her chin in a thoughtful scratch.

"But... I suppose I can overlook your desire to hold a private show in public this one time. I shouldn't need to remind you that you have a show tonight, and I can't have this place smelling of fox rut. As soon as you're... Unstuck, I expect both of you are going to clean up and light a few scented candles, yes?"

Both of them nodded, not even bothering to argue. Their tails might have gone between their legs if it hadn't been for the still-hard fox cock joining them. Vivy's cheeks were utterly crimson, and she found reason to find the texture of the floor incredibly fascinating for a few long moments, diverting her gaze to anywhere but the grinning wolfess.

"I'll let you two be. I'm going to fetch more ale from the cellar for tonight's crowd. I expect this place tidy by the time I'm done. Clear?"

"Of course Teb."

"Yes ma'am..."

With a wink, the Wolfess turned and slipped away into the front of the building, leaving the awkwardly stuck pair stifling a quiet giggle to break the anxious tension of being caught.

"Well, it's not the worst she could have done, but... My room after the show for the Encore? Perhaps you can help work on some other tricks I've been considering..."

Oh, for certain, hiring an assistant had absolutely been the right choice. Keet grinned at the thoughts already starting to race in his head.