Magwyr's Magic
I wrote this as a request for someone on FA
As Magwyr the Magnificent procured a golden pear from thin air, the crowd cheered and applauded. Laughing, the magician tossed the fruit to the crowd. Midair it multiplied into a dozen similar fruits. Those who were lucky enough to catch one and take a bite found it the most delicious pear they had ever eaten. Magwyr twirled his cape and bowed as the crowd clamored for more.
"You are wonderful audience," he said with a wink and smile. "Most excitable and the show has just begun!"
With the wave of his arms, a multicolored set of explosions erupted behind the magician, illuminating the night sky. While most of the crowd got to its feet, a man in the back folded his arms. He looked upon the magician with distaste.
"Fireworks," he sneered. "Cheap tricks. Pears hidden under his sleeves. Where's the real magic? Ha! He has none."
No one listened to this dissident's words, too enthralled with Magwyr's continuing displays. While the man continued to grumble, one of Magwyr's assistants, a bipedal fish-headed, amphibious creature wheeled a dark-skinned woman encased in a metal box, her arms, head, and feet sticking out, onto the wooden stage.
"Thank you, Zzirq," Magwyr said, nodding to the creature.
The fish-thing nodded its head before retreating offstage. Magwyr turned to his audience, a wide smile on his teeth showing all of his perfectly white teeth.
"Ladies and gentlemen! I present to you a most spectacular stunt! I will cut this box and the woman inside in twain, yet she will emerge from her experience unscathed! Are you ready, Mazatl?"
The woman gave the magician a thumbs-up. Without further ado, Magwyr approached the box. With a flourish of his hand he produced a flaming longsword that he raised high above his head.
"Sword of Fire!" he shouted. "Do this woman no harm!"
The crowd fell silent. For a moment longer Magwyr continued to hold the sword aloft; then, he brought the flaming weapon down upon the box. Some of the audience gasped as the longsword sliced through the box as though the container was insubstantial air. Perfectly split in half, the sloped downwards, no longer kept in balance by the woman's bodyweight. The silence continued as Mazatl's separate torso and legs crawled from out of their containers. The crowd watched in disbelief as the halves of her body moved closer and closer together until they were nearly touching. Then with a flash of light the woman's body was whole once more. While the onlookers cheered, Mazatl got to her feet and walked over to Magwyr. They exchanged a quick kiss before Magwyr turned back to the crowd.
"Very well done, my dear," he said. "Don't you think so?"
This was met by thunderous applause. The dissident in the back grimaced and shook his head.
"Stunt!" he shouted, though his voice was not heard above the crowd. "That's all that was! Why can't the rest of you see this? This man's a fraud, a fake! Magic? Ha! Smoke and mirrors! Parlor tricks!"
On stage, Magwyr's sunny demeanor was suddenly darkened. His visage was only grim for a moment, though, as he laughed and gave Mazatl another kiss. He handed her the flame-ridden longsword and snapped his fingers. With a burst of flame, both the woman and the box disappeared.
"Now," the magician said. "What kind of show would this be without something...exotic? You have already seen my assistant, Zzirq the Frog from the Tortured Lands BUT I have someone else for all of you, more beautiful and striking than he! Sir," Magwyr pointed to someone in the crowd. "Would you come up?"
Those in the audience turned their heads to look at whom he pointed at. It took some time before someone next to the dissident poked him and whispered: "I think he's talking to you!"
Confused, the dissident looked up and saw that the poker was right. For a moment, he sat unsure what to do. Then he stood. He didn't know what Magwyr was up to, but he wasn't going to let a chance to observe and prove the magician a fraud go so easily. Watched by over a hundred pair of eyes, the dissident walked toward the magician and onto the stage.
"Thank you, sir," Magwyr said, extending his hand. The dissident shook it reluctantly. "Thank you for your consideration most kindly. What is your name?"
"Pius," the dissident answered. On the stage, Pius in his merchant clothes looked quite plain compared to the opulent magician.
"Pius," the magician echoed. "From Ervire?"
Pius nodded.
"Welcome, Pius of Ervire!" Magwyr announced, holding up the man's arm. The crowd began to cheer, but a stern glance from the magician silenced them. He turned to Pius. "However, I must apologize, for this man is a liar!"
"What are you playing at?" Pius snarled, staring into the magician's eyes.
Magwyr chuckled. His green eyes suddenly flared with harsh red light, momentarily dazing the dissident. Pius staggered backwards and then came to a halt. The stage and its surroundings had become completely silent and there was no motion among the crowd. It was as if time had stopped.
"I heard your words, Pius of Ervire," Magwyr said. "You call me a fraud, what I do tricks. Compared to what I am capable of, yes, these are but tricks. You traveled here on safe roads, did you not? Do you think they were always safe? Who do you think destroyed and tamed the creatures that haunted these lands long ago? Who do you think maintains the peace?"
"You are just a stage magician!" Pius said.
Magwyr smirked. "In my off time, yes. When I can use my powers for entertainment, not violence. Why can't you be like the others? Why can't you be satisfied with what you see?"
"Because all I see are lies! You are just like the priests and their absent gods, spreading falsehoods--"
"Enough!" The magician ordered and Pius found he could say no more. "If you are not satisfied with what is, perhaps you will be satisfied with what you will be. Believe me, Pius of Ervire, there is such a thing as magic."
Magwyr winked and then the crowd was in the motion once more.
"Yes, a liar!" Magwyr shouted. "This man is mere illusion! Beneath this paltry form is the beautify body of Marcellete from Aviarn. Soon, the truth will be revealed to all! Just look into my eyes, Pius of Ervire!"
Pius did so, not because he was compelled but because he wanted to prove to the crowd that the magician had no power over him, that Magwyr could do nothing. The dissident found that the magician's cold eyes were counter to his warm smile.
"Aviarn," Magwyr continued speaking to the crowd. "You all may have heard of this place. Its people are much different than ours. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, just think about...birds."
At this, Pius's whole body began to itch and tingle. Eyes still focused on the magician, he brought one arm up so he could just glance on his peripheral vision. What he saw surprised his--his arm was slowly being covered in blue feathers and the fingers were twisting into black talons. Pius blinked. It was a trick of light, nothing more.
"The people of Aviarn don't really mind being compared to birds--better than monkeys they always told me. Like us, they all look so different. Some of them have long beaks. The others like Marcellete's here are shorter."
A dull throb in his cranium nearly ruined Pius's concentration. Still he remained resolute even as his head changed in ways the dissident could not see, at least initially. At first, his mouth felt a little odd, and then he could not feel his teeth at all. He blinked and when he opened his eyes he could see a black protrusion just under his vision. He wanted to touch it, to feel at what the magician was doing, but he maintained his focus.
"They can fly as well as their smaller relations. You wouldn't think by their size, but their body is entirely adapted for it."
Pius felt his arms grow heavier and then the same sensations from early happened again, this time internally. Though Magwyr had mentioned size, the dissident could swear he was shrinking and growing lighter. The magician who had been the shorter of the two before now stood four inches higher than Pius. Perhaps a stool, Pius thought, or some strings to keep the magician aloft.
"Because of this and their tropical environment, those of Aviarn aren't as keen on clothes as we are. They're not too necessary when it's hot and flight is an option."
Pius felt weight leave his frame. This time he had to look and look he did. He stepped back in surprise on taloned feet as he saw that he rightly so resembled a humanoid bird and, worse yet, his clothes were shrinking! His woolen pants was little more than a blue loin cloth that soon changed into something else entirely--woman's panties, which did little to hide Pius's tight bulge. More confusing yet was that his shirt had shrunken into a bra that held no breasts, at least not yet. Now that more of his body was exposed, Pius could see that the feathers around his stomach and upper chest were white while the rest on his arms and legs were blue. Curious, he touched to his mouth and feet a beak and a fine-feathered head. He wondered how it could seem so real.
"Marcellete here is a good example of how we aren't really so different. After all, the women do have some similar traits."
A tug in Pius's crotch alerted him to more alterations. He could down at the blue panties and watched as the bulge diminished and grew smaller and smaller and smaller until there was nothing there. His groin churned pleasurably and then he could feel something new pressing against the tight panties--a pair of wet feminine lips. Though he did not fully comprehend it, he was now a she. The feeling of new weight on her chest brought her eyes there just in time to see the flesh under her nipples gather into feathered breasts that the bra could barely contain. Simultaneously she felt her hips crack and widen, her waist pinch inwards, and her rear grow plump and gropeable. Pius turned around and looked at her shapely ass, while at the same time bringing a hand to one of her new breasts. Touching the sensitive flesh felt so good and real...
"Marcellete," Magwyr called, drawing the former man's attention. "Has more to her than her looks, however. Like many other of Aviarn, she can sing, can't you, dear? Let the crowd hear your beautiful voice?"
"I--" Pius began, ceasing speaking at the sound of her own voice. It sounded so high pitched, so different, it could not be her speaking...this couldn't be real...none of this! "I--I--"
"Don't be shy," the magician chuckled. "They'd love to hear it. That's one of the reason you came, right?"
Pius blinked. Her mind felt clouded, confused. Is that why she was here? No, it couldn't be right. She was here because...because...
"Marcellete..."
She chirped. Because what? To share her beautiful voice, of course! The anthro blue jay took a deep breath and then sung a proper melody, a tune so beautiful that the audience could only wait in awed silence until she finished. Then the crowd got to its feet and applauded her and her talent. At first she was overwhelmed by the response, but then she could only feel happy. She took a bow.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" Magwyr announced. "I present to you Marcellete of Aviarn!"
The crowd burst into an even louder applause as Marcellete strutted around stage, showing off her pert breasts, wide hips, and sensual rear.
"She'll be available after the show to work a little more magic." Magwyr winked. "If you know what I mean. Isn't that right, dear?"
Marcellete nodded enthusiastically. She had already picked out a few handsome men and women both in the crowd that she hoped would visit her.
"Good work, my dear," the magician said. "They really appreciated it. Farewell."
Magwyr snapped and Marcellete vanished from sight, leaving only a few blue feathers behind.
"Who's ready for more?"
The crowd roared.