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The vulpine magician opened the door to the collapsible chamber and his feline assistant stepped out, looking whole and unaltered despite having been crushed and contorted into an impossible shape. The audience started to clap, many of them standing up and providing the small fox with the ovation he craved. Magic was a lot of hard work, especially the mundane stage magic that was the main staple of his livelihood.

Keet approached the edge of the stage, smiling wide and bowing to the audience, his gaze briefly shifting across yours in the process. At the moment he was standing on his back legs, and bowing was difficult, but he managed to hold it for a few breaths, drinking in not just the audience's appreciation for his craft, but also their scents as well. Once he rose, he stepped to the side and motions for his assistant, and those that were hiding around taking care of various props, to step forward and bow as well. Despite his skill and showmanship being what brought folks to the theater, it was their help that really made the show possible. It was only right that they got the final dedicated applause for the evening.

He then joined his assistants and took another bow, the entire cast of performers drinking in the heady emotions that applause generated. The vulpine's nose twitched a bit as he inhaled the scents as of the audience. There was obviously something else tickling his nose as well. Where you were, a few rows back and in the center, it was just as obvious to you, but it was common with life in the city.

The weather in the capital city of Athia had started to cool down significantly, bringing with it cool mornings and frost on the ground. This meant that all the creatures within the audience were likely starting to get their winter coats as well. Generally, this also meant that other bodily changes were happening as well. Both two and four-legged creatures in the world never broke away from their normal yearly cycles. With all the creatures packed so closely together, it was hard not to catch the scent of pheromone laced heat.

With this being the fourth show of the day, the scents in the large theater were starting to build up, having the predicted effect on the small fox. He generally didn't wear pants, relying on thick fur, clever combing, and some real spells to hide his foxhood from view. Nights like this, it was certainly good that he did, as the red tip of shaft was starting to peek out from its fuzzy white sheath, adding his own spice the stew of scents floating in the air. You were affected by the scents just as well, but hadn't been stewing in them half the day, so the overall effect was much more subdued.

Leaving the stage, the fox magician let out a soft huff and wished his staff a good evening. The theater season here in Athia ended with the first change in weather. It would be a well-deserved break for them while the fox traveled north into the mountains and did more personal shows or attended the late fall festivals along the way. Before all of that though, he had something else more frustrating to attend to.

The crowd got up and slowly started to make its way to the front of the theater. It'd take a good ten minutes for you to get to the lobby, judging by the way the crowd was moving. The entrance to the backstage corridor was in the corner of the lobby. It wasn't uncommon for people to visit the performers after the show. But it was late and cold outside, so it was likely that the fox would have the evening to himself when you went to visit.

Making his way into his dressing room, Keet closed the door behind him and let out another huff. Dropping the spell maintaining the illusion around his waist, he could now see just how much the scents of creatures in heat had affected him. Stepping over to his desk, he turned on the small electric fan there, holding his muzzle in front of the air as it breezed across him. There were sadly no windows in his room, so circulating the air would have to do.

The fox took his tie off and tossed it over the back of the divan and then unbuttoned his vest and shirt. Running a paw down his white fur, he let his claws trail through the fluff, straightening it out. As his paw reached down his stomach, he let it slip off to the left side of his sheath, and then brought it back around to gently grasp at his sack, giving the orbs within a soft caress and letting out a moan.

"I've needed this all day," he mutters to himself, letting the paw now trail back up and grasp at his sheath. A soft tug latter and the first two inches were exposed to the air, and the scent of aroused male fox wafted up to his muzzle before being whisked across the room. A soft groan escaped his muzzle before he flopped down on the couch.

He stretched out over the soft sheet from where napped earlier in the day and put his back into the crevice between the back of the divan and the arm rest. His back paws he lifted up and set on the lower end of the furniture, letting his right leg rest on the cushion, while his left propped up at an angle. His tail having been left just enough room stretched up the back cushion and curled over the top of his knee. Squirming about slightly, he settled into the most comfortable position he could and looked down his chest at the vulpine spire in front of him.

Back outside in the front of house, you had managed to shuffle your way through the crowd to the lobby. As all the creatures filtered outside, you could feel the cold breeze wafting through the lobby, chilling you slightly despite the heat from the all the gas lamps keeping the area brightly lit. Making your way over to the backstage door, you pulled it open and started down the much less well-lit hallway.

In his dressing room, Keet had a lot of options at his disposal. He could lean his head down and go to town licking and sucking on his cock. He could reach under the sofa and take a toy from the box beneath and play with either his front or backside, maybe even both. The final option, the one that seemed to be the quickest end to his trouble this evening, was to simply use his paws. It took him a moment to weigh his options, the fan wafting his scent around the modestly sized dressing room. For a brief instant, he considered fetching his toys, but he needed some lubrication for that. That was in the restroom, and he wasn't inclined to get up again.

Instead, he reached his left forepaw down and pressed the pads from his two front digits against the tip of his shaft. There was a small bead of pre already leaking from the tip. He smeared it across his toes and then wiped it down his shaft, giving it a soft sheen as he descended. There wasn't enough liquid to coat all the fox's tool, but just enough to lubricate the few inches protruding from his sheath.

Curling his digits around his cock, he gave it a gentle squeeze, a soft yip followed by a moan escaping his muzzle, hips giving an involuntary rock forward. The smooth flesh rubbed against the leathery texture of his pads, his body giving a shiver at the sensation. Another few globs of pre pooled at the tip of his shaft, which he collected and spread over his pads, helping to slicken things up.

The fox's other paw reached up and tilted his hat back slightly, looking down his body. He licked his muzzle, finding the sight of his own naked form almost as arousing as staring at someone else's. The continued immersion of heat scent throughout the room, the cool breeze from the fan, and now his warm paws teasing his flesh already had his knot starting to form in his sheath.

Keet could already imagine cupping his paw behind his knot, shaft between his toes, and tugging upwards on it. "Winter is such a mixed blessing," he muttered to himself as his body shivered. He had to get there first. He had been waiting all day and another ten minutes of teasing would go a long way to making his paw the best thing that happened to him.

"Winter... mixed blessing?" You mutter quietly to yourself, standing just outside the fox's dressing room door. "Whatever could he mean by that?" Looking closely at the door, you realize it's slightly ajar. An open invitation to enter and say hello if ever there was one.

Just as he was about to grab his shaft again, you open the door to the dressing room and stare in awe at what you see before you. Facing the door was the magician from the show. Sprawled out on his side, cock sticking up along his stomach, heavy orbs pulled up to the base of his sheath, and the beginnings of a vulpine knot tucked inside, it was clear what was going on in here.

It only takes a moment, but the thick, heavy scent of vulpine arousal wafts over you, instantly stirring feelings deep withing your gut. Creatures in this world had a hard time resisting the mating calls their body forced upon them, and you were no exception.

"Umm, hello," you say, blushing and trying not to stammer. "I was, hoping for an autograph." Holding up the notebook and pen you brought with you, it took a moment before you could pull your gaze away from the fox's form.

"I can, come back later," you offer.

There's a long moment of silence in the room, the blades of the fan still washing the pheromones and heady aroma of male fox over in your direction. It was unusual for Keet not to have words. His whiskers twitched and ears angled back as he looked over your own form. Even as the fan circulated his cent towards you, your own obvious arousal was starting to tickle his nose.

Another set of options presented themselves to the fox. He could shrug it off and simply give you the autograph you desire, hoping you didn't see fit to mention this to your friends. There was also the opportunity to continue what he was doing, giving you an extra show for free. Something you would remember for some time, no doubt. Or, since it was the last show of the year, at least here in the capital, he could offer up an opportunity for audience participation. After all, the after show was a few weeks ago.

"Close the door," the magician said to you, motioning to the still ajar wooden portal. It took you a moment to realize he wasn't telling you to get out, but to hopefully bring some privacy to the situation.

"And let's make sure that's locked," he adds, flicking the digits on his clean paw towards the lock. There's a soft click as the bolt slides into the jamb, trapping you in here with the randy four-legged fox.

You turn back to look at the vulpine as he runs his tongue over his muzzle. It's now you realize just how potent those pheromones are. With the door closed nothing is escaping, and suddenly you realize just how warm you're feeling. Your clothes feel tight and confining, and you're not sure if it's the magician's hungry stare or your own natural reaction to the situation that makes you want to strip all the cloth from your body.

"I'll sign your book, if you can show me a magic trick of your own." The fox grins that classic vulpine smile of a creature that's been plotting something for a while and is now just watching it unfold. Motioning his sticky left forepaw towards his shaft, the fox's grin gets just a little wider.

"I want you to make that, and everything inside the sheath, disappear." You realize that he's letting you have a small amount of say in how you participate. You have options, but it's obvious that vulpine spire is going to disappear into some part of your body. It's too late to back out now, at least if you want that autograph. Now you just need to make a decision...