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This one's for [fa]jamesfoxes[/fa]! It has magic, and growth, and a NOT HAPPY ENDING. OH NO! And also no girls.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Hello again! This one's for \n\t\t\t\t\tjamesfoxes! It has magic, and growth, and a NOT HAPPY ENDING. OH NO! And also no girls.", "writing": "[center][u][b]Anything He Can Be, I Can Make Better[/b][/u]\n\nAuthored by [url=https://furaffinity.net/user/milkjunkie]MilkJunkie[/url] \n\nA [url=https://furaffinity.net/user/jamesfoxes]jamesfoxes[/url] commission[/center]\n\n\tThere exists a force in the world called mana, and it is widely considered to be the life-blood of all living things. Every tree, every stone, every grain of sand is composed of this magical essence; living creatures are likewise a wealth of mana existing within a cycle. Mana comes from the earth, breathes life into living things, and is returned to that very earth when what is living eventually passes. For centuries the mere existence of mana had been researched, and upon setting a foundation, techniques were developed to utilize it in interesting ways. The rare few who could manipulate mana directly were mages, and only one out of every two hundred people had such a gift. As such, magic users were rare to come by, and either greatly celebrated, or feared.\n\n\tMages always made their marks on history. With every passing generation, the magical capabilities of humanoids seemed to be greater than ever before. Once, there came techniques to conjure fire, water, air, or earth. Then mages discovered the ability to physically manifest mana itself into a construct. Eventually magically gifted people were creation distortions in time or space and portals to other realms. Just when the world thought they had seen the extent of what magic had to offer, new, young minds were in place to improve it and shock the masses.\n\n\tIt was only natural that magic would one day be standardized into schools and those with the gift to use it would be taught by generations past. It was a method of control, of subduing the possibility that someone could misuse magic for their own gains. It worked rather effectively, with magic becoming a scholarly pursuit where magicians were the best, brightest, and most dedicated of students. But there is a saying that genius breeds madness; and such a saying exists for good reason. For every handful of well-meaning student of the magic arts, there would be one who had more selfish desires in mind when approaching their studies.\n\n\tThese particularly deviant mages would be cast out by the academic community for their practices often in forms of magic labeled as “witchcraft” or “black magic.” Using magic they would do things such as a raise the dead or cause disease, which in their mind are perfectly reasonable uses for magic and examples of just how far magic could reach. To others, however, it was going too far. These practitioners of magic often disappeared into obscurity to perfect their art and are soon after vilified by society at large for their actions.\n\n\tAnd then there was Callahan, a male cotton-tail rabbit with the gift of magic.\n\n\tCallahan was the only one in his village who had been gifted in the ways of magic. While for most this was a blessing for Callahan it was more of a curse. People avoided him in his quaint little hamlet, making the warm atmosphere of his village seem cold. They were afraid of his magic, afraid of what he was capable of, and almost feared that one day he may do something drastic… but he never did. Being alone in his youth just helped him focus on his studies and practice, and into his adulthood he found it more useful than not to have people avoid him and stay out of his way. Though as useful as the solitude was for study, even mages couldn’t live life alone. He still yearned for companionship like any other person, and sometimes needed people to talk to… and held pay his living expenses. To that end, he made two friends during his childhood who he stuck with well into adulthood.\n\n\tThey were a strange pair as far as friends went. One was a farm-hand named Granger, a tall, lean Clydesdale with firm hands. He was simple, but dedicated to everything he did. Throughout his life he helped run his family’s farm, and was day in and day out tending to the fields of grain that provided flour and bread for the village. He was a handsome sort, Callahan couldn’t deny that, but he had always rubbed the rabbit in the wrong way. Perhaps it was the clear divide in intellect they shared – conversations with Granger often got on the rabbit’s nerves, no matter how cute the stallion’s clueless nature could be at times.\n\n\tThe second was Dawson. He was a field mouse, and as such a miniscule creature that stood perhaps less than five feet in height. Callahan liked him much more, for despite the fact the mouse out-paced Callahan in almost every physical facet, there was a sound logic and a good head on Dawson’s shoulders that Callahan could relate to. Together with Dawson, Callahan could talk about any number of things and the mouse would always be interested, and sometimes raise valid points of consideration that Callahan himself hadn’t thought of. Yes, growing up Callahan had always liked Dawson, and had even grown attracted to him over the years. He was just so small, with beautiful almond eyes and a slender stature that almost reminded the mage of a girl’s body. It was safe to say that Callahan, for much of his life, had loved Dawson truly and deeply.\n\n\tWhen Dawson and Granger ended up becoming a couple, it crushed the poor rabbit.\n\n\tCallahan has discovered them by accident one day, sneaking bold affections between one another while they were visiting Callahan’s home. Naturally the mage was shocked, and lashed out against them in his surprise to push them away, seeing their relationship as some form of unnatural tryst. Over time, he became lonely with the two of his friends gone, and returned to them after calming himself to discover that the mouse and the stallion had been trading affections for a year before Callahan’s discovery of them. They were a couple, and loved each other dearly. Being a logical rabbit, Callahan deduced that if it had been going on for that long then nothing ought to have changed. Dawson and Granger were still the same friends he always had. He accepted them, albeit somewhat begrudgingly… because at the end of it all, he couldn’t help but be jealous of Granger.\n\n\tWhat did Dawson see in that dumb horse? Callahan could barely wrap his head around it. Certainly, Granger was attractive, but beyond that he seemingly had the personality and collective intelligence of a stump! It didn’t seem fair. Callahan had more fun with Dawson, the two of them got along better… so why did Granger get what he had wanted for so long? Answers never came to the mage, only more contempt for their situation. It took him months to not hate his stallion friend for taking Dawson away from him… and months more still to at least accept that it had happened. But Callahan knew he was better for Dawson than some dumb horse… so he’d prove it with magic.\n\n\tWhat the rabbit wasn’t certain of was… how? Slinging a few fireballs doesn’t exactly do wonders for a relationship no matter how impressive it could be. No, he had to do something specifically for the mouse he wanted for himself, something that they’d both be able to enjoy together. For the longest time Callahan puzzled and pondered, looking into various forms of magic to determine what would best be considered perfect for Dawson. During these studies, he stumbled upon something he never thought possible in a dusty old tome in the next town over: magic of the body.\n\n\tDawson had always been a small fellow – that was to be expected since he was a rodent. But he’d always cursed his short stature more than anything else, be it for not being able to reach something high up or by proving physically inferior in some respect, Dawson hated the fact that he was so small. With the magic that Callahan had stumbled across, he could apparently fix that. He could change Dawson’s body and make him grow bigger. It would be what Dawson had always wanted, Callahan thought. It would be perfect.\n\n\tHe studied this form of magic in the background of his day-to-day. Upon returning home after practice and study, he would quietly lock himself away and read tomes, scrolls, and other writings on the subject of body-altering magic. From everything he could gather, and experimenting on his self, Callahan began to grasp a power that most men could only dream of. With a thought and an incantation he could change the size of nearly any part of a person, or even a person as a whole. One night he made his whole form so large his head bumped the ceiling of his study, and another time he became so small he could hide in one of his coin purses. It was a fascinating area of study; one Callahan took well to. It took him mere months to grasp a basic understanding of the art, and gather enough confidence to show it off.\n\n\tAll it took was getting Dawson alone. When the horse was awake helping his family on the farm, Callahan arranged a get-together on a fair spring morning. With Dawson’s boyfriend gone, Callahan was free to experiment with the mouse, though the right time had to present itself… So the cotton-tail waited, patiently, as he helped Dawson with his errands in the morning and got him back to the mouse’s house by the afternoon where they proceeded to discuss particular events of the day. It was all rather uninteresting to Callahan, who couldn’t stop staring at Dawson’s slight, brown-furred form and imagining just what he’d do to it. After enough waiting, the time finally came.\n\n\tDawson had dozed off in the warmth of a sun-beam that shined through a window and into his den. With such a warm spot, Dawson had sprawled out on his seat and was resting silently and innocently. His comfort in Callahan’s presence would prove the very opening the mage needed to exercise just what made him better the Granger – what made him better than everybody. Approaching his friend, the mage settled in next to the soft, stuffed cushion Dawson slept on, and without a sound he knelt down next to the mouse and started his work.\n\n\t“Where to start…” Callahan mumbled to himself. Would he simply make Dawson taller? It would have been rather simple to extend the mouse’s legs, stretch his torso a bit, and make him stand a few feet higher than normal… But as he pondered, Callahan’s mind wandered. Dawson was just so cute, so handsome that the mage’s thoughts just barely leaned towards naughty things… and that slight tip towards the lewd ended up a complete plunge, and soon Callahan was trying to fight off thoughts of being intimate with the mature field mouse. But as he thought of these things, an idea came to mind – a dirty idea, and something only he could do.\n\n\tThe rabbit’s eyes fell to the mouse’s crotch, and he knew what he simply had to try. He had to do it so badly; Callahan shrugged away any hesitance and reached down to gently cup the slumbering rodent’s groin. The mage blushed heavily as he felt the shapes and bulges of Dawson’s healthy nuts and dick only kept from him by flimsy linen slacks. They felt so warm, the contact alone excited Callahan to the point where he was silently chewing on his lip. But he couldn’t just leave his darling mouse like that. It was time to try making things grow.\n\n\t“Ala ure, tuiy alta,” Callahan chanted, feeling the mana in his body reacting to the energies in the air. It all channeled into his palm and the reaction cause a glowing. The magic flowed from his palm into the sleeping mouse, making Dawson shift slightly in his sleep but not wake. For as invasive and perverted as Callahan was being, the sensations that filled Dawson’s body were ones of warmth, comfort, and arousal. Before the magic even began to work, Dawson’s modest manhood was swelling and making its presence known against the mouse’s slacks.\n\n\t“Natul i’ar edan. Natul ure…” Callahan continued chanting in the old language, commanding the elements around him, the very elements that made human life, and gave them one purpose: to make Dawson grow.\n\n\tDawson rolled his hips in his sleep, murring to himself pleasantly as the pleasure of the act bled into his unconscious mind. Callahan smiled, watching as the energies being pumped into Dawson’s crotch had their effect. It was subtle at first, but in a few moments’ time the masses beneath Callahan’s palm were noticeably swelling larger and thickening. It was a wondrous feeling, the energies making it tingle against the mage’s palm as slowly the mouse’s balls began to fill it. It wasn’t long before Dawson’s slacks had very distinct shapes to it, outlining the cute mouse’s endowment near perfectly. All the while Dawson was blissfully ignorant of the goings on, seeming to churr and mumble in his sleep pleasantly. It didn’t bother him at all.\n\n\tCallahan on the other hand was excited. His breathing picked up as his eyes, locked onto his friend’s groin, took in the sights while he continued to pump more energy and size into the mouse. It started going faster, and what felt like six solid inches of lovely dick-length pushed rapidly towards seven… then eight… then nine! Dawson’s slacks got tighter and tighter, the fabric straining, creaking even in protest of the swelling girth beneath. The discomfort started to make the mouse stir in his slumber.\n\n\tIt wasn’t long before Dawson, a mouse, was toting as much as Granger probably had, since he was a horse. A horse-hung mouse just looked all the more massive in comparison, and in the midst of admiring his handiwork, Callahan was learning things about himself… like just how much he loved seeing Dawson’s endowments so big, and the very distinct shapes and bulges they made against his slacks. It was dirty, it was lewd, and it was the sort of thing that if anyone had seen him, he’d never be able to show his face around the village again. Yet for those very reasons it was thrilling, more thrilling than anything ever was. The best of all was that it was by his hand, by his magic! No one else could have done it… no one!\n\n\tCallahan was so wrapped up in the ordeal that he didn’t notice Dawson wake. The mouse groaned in discomfort and opened his beady eyes to look upon his friend. His head spun, and reality seemed slowed down, and for a moment he wondered if maybe he’d gotten into the ale and not remembered. But most of all he felt a heat and pressure in his groin unlike anything he’d ever felt before. His erect member brushed against the fabric of his linen slacks, cramped into whatever space it could find, and the tightness around him felt almost euphoric in its pleasure. He couldn’t help but let out a gentle moan, his heart racing, as he surrendered rather easily to what was happening almost in a dream-like state.\n\n\t“Cal… W… What…” Dawson could barely speak. He felt flush and wondered if perhaps he was sick… but he couldn’t account for the feelings in his loins – the intense warmth and fullness. It took him moments to realize that Callahan was touching him there, that the bunny’s hands were on him. His face burned with such a blush, but all he could do was groan and moan all too pleasantly.\n\n\tThe stitching on his slacks began to tear. Each well-sewn stitch popped, one by one, along the seam that ran the crotch of his pants and helped hold them together. They began to tear, revealing the pink member within. The slow reveal of that cock made Callahan’s lips dry. He’d never felt so powerful before. Meeting Dawson’s eyes, he simply raised a finger to his lips and shushed the mouse. Despite the confusion on his rodent friend’s face, that seemed to be enough to silence him. Dawson’s head rolled back into his seat and he allowed the lewd act to continue. Callahan had to remind himself that Dawson probably wouldn’t do that normally… he was a little out of his mind at the moment, and the idea that he could sway the mouse so easily just made him seem all the stronger.\n\n\tThe rabbit mage licked his lips, his hand caressing the growing masses in Dawson’s slacks, his ears twitching at each pop the busting stitches made, one by one. Eventually Dawson just became too much mouse to contain, and in a rather sudden tearing, his swollen, over-sized shaft burst through the crotch of his slack and into the air. Dawson moaned in relief, his hips rolling and bucking into the air and causing his elongated and thickened cock to bounce and swing. Callahan stared, his robes feeling hot and confining as he lusted for his friend… but the feeling was strangely pleasant in its debauchery, so he opted to keep his clothes on.\n\n\t“You always said you wanted to be bigger,” Callahan murmured to his friend, leaning over the mouse to try and see his face. He didn’t know it, but he was putting on the smoothest tone his boyish voice could make. Dawson only grunted in response, probably to the frustration of in no way intending for his endowments to be bigger… or didn’t he? Callahan couldn’t read minds – it just wasn’t in his magical repertoire – but surely the mouse must have thought about it at one time. Surely if he was in a relationship with a horse, the image must have flickered through his head even for just a moment. In Callahan’s mind, it was impossible not to think of it.\n\n\t“You’re bigger than the horse, aren’t you?” The mage asked. Dawson only briefly lifted his head to stare at his cock as it rested heavily against his own tummy. Why, it nearly reached his chest! It had to be quite a few hands long, and looked so thick it’d need to be steadied like a claymore – with a two-hand grip. He nodded, though his head felt heavy as he did, bobbing like a weighted lure. Callahan liked that answer… but at the same time, he didn’t. To answer so readily meant Dawson had seen Granger’s manhood before… Jealousy gripped him at the mere thought.\n\n\t“It’s all thanks to me,” Callahan said as he pushed the idea of the horse out of his mind, “All because of my magic… Doesn’t it feel good?”\n\n\tHe stroked and pet along Dawson’s heavy slab of man-meat like it was a cherished pet. Dawson didn’t answer, perhaps not wanting to answer, but his body didn’t lie. He was panting and flushed, and his cock was so obviously stiff! No matter what the mouse could have said to try and deter his rabbit friend, his body would have betrayed him. The final nail in the coffin was when he began to leak. Clear, sticky fluid began to flow from within, thickly drooling over Dawson’s own torso. Callahan smirked at the development, blushing himself at the sheer quantity his friend’s pre-seed rushed out.\n\n\t“How about some more? Let me show you how good I can make you feel…” Callahan cooed.\n\n\tDawson’s body shifted, squirming in his seat. He tried to get up, his squeaks sounding a little like whines. “N-No, this is… just stop…” Dawson breathed, “You can’t…”\n\n\t“I can,” Callahan grinned as he cuddled up next to his friend whilst still petting his cock, “Just watch me.”\n\n\t“Ala ure, tuiy alta. Natul i’ar edan. Natul ure.”\n\n\tThe chanting began anew, and with it the feeling of ethereal pleasure into Dawson’s loins. The energy surged, his endowments throbbing, bulking noticeably, before beginning to swell once more and creep ever-larger in size. It seemed nigh endless. So long as there was magic to pour into the mouse and Callahan had the energy to control it, it would never really stop. In the back of Callahan’s mind, he knew he would eventually have to stop and return his friend to normal… but he wanted to push it. He wanted to see just how large Dawson could get. So push he did…\n\n\t\n\n\tMeanwhile, Granger had been helping out on his family’s farm for the morning, but afternoon had rolled about and after making sure his less-anthro cousins were cleaned up and happy, he decided it was time for a break. He could think of nothing more he’d rather do than spend time with Dawson. The two of them were very much in love. It was funny, to Granger, that he once thought Dawson was nothing special. When that changed, he didn’t know, but now that pint-sized mouse was the cutest little bundle of love he could have ever asked for. There was little better than picking him up and holding him. To take the time walking through the village to reflect on how happy he was with Dawson brought a smile to Granger’s face.\n\n\t“I’ll try to make today’s lunch special for the little fella,” He thought.\n\n\tHe arrived at Dawson’s home and knocked on the door; then he just waited. He waited a few seconds and heard no answer, not even a rustling from within to suggest that Dawson was on his way. The thought passed that perhaps Dawson wasn’t in, but just to be sure Granger thought best to knock one more time. When he raised his hand to do so however, he heard a sound from within. His ear perked to the sound of what he thought was Dawson’s voice, though it didn’t sound like he was saying anything. It sounded more like he was… groaning? Pressing close to the door, Granger listened closely again. A crash from inside spurred him into action.\n\n\tCallahan’s long ears wilted momentarily as Dawson’s growing knocked over and shattered a vase. That was to be expected though, because the mouse was impressive. There were no standards to compare the size of Dawson’s size. His furry sac was so outrageously huge that it touched the floor and covered the mouse’s feet and legs almost completely, while the pink member above stood tall and thick, like some sort of fleshy tree. It jutted several feet over Dawson’s own head, and was discharging gracious surges of spunk that ran down the wall behind him. Dawson had moved his cock just enough for the massive thing to knock over the vase, to which Callahan simply grinned.\n\n\t“Whoops, clumsy us,” He said simply, relishing still in how disoriented Dawson looked from sheer pleasure.\n\n\tThat calm moment seemed to be the cue Granger had been waiting for, as he burst through the door that very moment. The thunderous crack of the wooden door against the wall made Callahan nearly jump out of his skin. The lean Clydesdale’s face faded into a look of horror at the scene that befell him in Dawson’s den. He couldn’t believe his eyes, and how could he? The scene was unreal. But even if Callahan had removed his hand from Dawson, it was no mystery as to how such a thing came about. Still, Granger’s mind was grasping at any possibility other than what was real – surely there was a more reasonable explanation than Callahan transforming Dawson like that.\n\n\t“What the hell is going on?!” Granger shouted. He would have rushed in right away, but he feared the mage. He knew that there were several ways Callahan could have disposed of him with little more than a flick of the wrist.\n\n\tCallahan looked terrified that he’d been caught at first, but he remembered he had the upper hand. He always had the upper hand. Granger, for his size and strength, was nothing to him. “Oh, it’s you,” The rabbit said, “I guess I should have expected that.”\n\n\t“What are you doing, Cal?!” Granger shouted. He was in a panic and Callahan’s usual inability to not provide a straight answer was more infuriating than ever.\n\n\tCallahan gave the over-all clad horse a look-over, and raised a brow with a certain look of disappointment. “I’m just showing Dawson the wonders of magic,” He said, a grin forming over his features. Turning to the horny, needy mouse, he pet along the bloated underside of the rodent’s enormous shaft.\n\n\t“I’m doing things you could never do,” He continued.\n\n\t“Are you crazy? Stop that right now!” Granger huffed. Magic or no, the horse wouldn’t stand idly by while Callahan performed such sick magic. He started towards the rabbit, but didn’t want to hurt him. He hoped that just being intimidating would be enough.\n\n\tCallahan rested his hand back upon Dawson’s shaft, and the surges of energy continued. Granger froze as Dawson let out the most guttural moan he’d ever heard the mouse make, watching in disbelief as his lover stuck an orgasm that began to paint the old, dull brick of the wall with cum. And all the while, to Callahan’s delight, Dawson grew. His cock swelled bigger not in surges or bursts, but in a non-stop inflation. In seconds it seemed as if every bit of Dawson’s manhood had grown outwards by a foot. The poor mouse was overwhelmed by his own endowments, pinned beneath his swelling cock as it reached masses perhaps heavier than Granger’s entire body.\n\n\tIt became difficult to see the little mouse past his own sack and shaft. His pink cock pressed and curled against the wall, the cum-spewing tip aiming downwards in its arch to shower the rodent in his own essence. There was no hope of him moving at that point. Dawson’s balls smothered his legs, and he was helpless to do anything more than writhe in pleasure and the joy of release as he came non-stop, coating his wall, seat, and pooling the floor all with cum.\n\n\t“Isn’t it beautiful? Dawson is more than he’s ever been!” Callahan cheered.\n\n\tGranger clenched his fists. “He don’t need to be more than he is!” He shouted back to the mage.\n\n\tRemoving his hand from Dawson, the mage finally stood to address his unwitting rival. “Listen, horse,” He said, continuing not to use his name. He refused to see Granger as an equal. “I am better than you. I always have been,” He continued as he marched towards the horse, “Why should you get to be with him? I can give him so much more.”\n\n\t“You’re some marbles short!” Granger argued, but he stepped backwards out of fear of what the magician might do to him, “This ain’t funny!”\n\n\t“Ala ure, tuiy alta. Natul i’ar edan. Natul ure.”\n\n\tThe rabbit began to chant again, and granger was torn between wanting to run to safety and desperately needing to help his lover. He pressed his back to the wall, and stared down at Callahan as the bunny got in close. His body tensed, his hands even raised in some vague attempt to defend himself from the fireballs or thunderbolts he thought were coming from his obviously crazy friend… but none of that came. Instead, a warm weight pressed against his lower stomach and crotch. Confused, Granger peered down, and he gasped.\n\n\tCallahan was growing! Just like Dawson, it seemed, the rabbit’s manhood was swelling up in size, rounding out a bulge against his robes that rapidly grew, bigger and bigger. It squished up against Granger’s body, and as the seconds ticked onwards, began to over-take more and more of him. It wasn’t long until the rabbit was pinning the horse against the wall with fat, cum-stuffed cannon balls and a dangerously thick log of bunny-cock to match. Callahan reveled in Granger’s expression, one of fear and confused lust.\n\n\t“You see, you dumb horse?” Callahan purred, “I am more than you could ever be. I could give Dawson more than you ever could. I’m a mage! Not only could I secure nearly any position of prominence I desire, I could grant Dawson pleasures he would never otherwise experience. Me! Look at him, isn’t he happy? He has no problems, no worries, just joy!”\n\n\tGranger wished he could see Dawson, but he just couldn’t. Looking over Callahan’s shoulder just showed him a mass of rodent genitals that took up a whole damn corner of the den. He could hear the churning, the strain of needy flesh, and Dawson’s whines, squeaks, and moans, but he could hardly see anything of his little mouse other than his hands desperately grabbing and raking at his cock. And just out of his vision was Callahan’s smug, grinning face… and the rising of the rabbit’s own shaft.\n\n\tGranger gasped in shock as Callahan’s cock had gotten so big it now sprawled up along Granger’s front, lying heavily against his belly and chest, nearly up to his chin. The fat, pink tip drooled and oozed pre-seed like crazy, making a fine mess of Granger’s work clothes and reeking the air with a pungent odor of unnatural lust. The same look reflected in Callahan’s eyes – a maddening look as his cock nudged Granger’s chin and smeared his mess over the Clydesdale’s fur.\n\n\t“Mzild...” The rabbit breathed, hands grasping at his cock and stroking it into Granger’s face, “Izznarg mzild!”\n\n\tCallahan’s manhood responded to his words in an eruption of size that spread his sack out bigger than any bale of hay Granger had ever seen, filled by two nuts that had to be almost as big as Dawson’s entire body. Callahan’s cock on the other hand exploded with size and stretched towards the ceiling like a magic beanstalk, growing impossibly large impossibly quick. It touched the ceiling, and pressed against the wooden rafters, making the roof creak under the weight that now pressed upwards against it. It got almost as thick as Granger could outstretch both his arms to either side – it was like getting smothered by a fleshy willow tree! The sudden thrust of weight crushed the horse back against the wall and made him grunt aloud.\n\n\tCallahan came right then and there, and it sounded like a dam had been ruptured. The pressure audibly rumbled and quaked against Granger’s body, and in terrible throbs the flood of rabbit seed began. It showered the ceiling and rained down in hot torrents to splatter and splash on the floor. With Dawson’s seemingly non-stop cum-flow, the entire den was getting messy. Seed spread out over the floor, leaked into the hearth, oozed from the rafters, and made a mess of the furniture. Things were disturbed, décor fell and shattered, and pieces of art were ruined and stained in male mess… It was some sort of nightmare ripped straight from Granger’s darkest, lewdest depths.\n\n\t“Mmmmngh, God!!” Callahan cried out in orgasmic bliss, his body trembling, writhing against his own enormous shaft. But even in that moment of body, seizing release, he took time to peer around his shaft to give Granger a smug look – one that was masked a little by a face screwed into one wrought by earth-shattering delight.\n\n\t“L-Look… Look what I can DO!” He moaned, toes curling in the gooey mess beneath him.\n\n\tGranger huffed, ignoring how his main was drizzled in the seed of his certainly now ex-friend. Instead he pushed against Callahan, which only seemed to pleasure the rabbit more. Granger used it however to push himself and attempt to free himself from Callahan’s pinning. It was much too difficult however, as the weight bearing down on him from the rabbit’s manhood was far too intense. Not even a healthy specimen like a hard-working horse could have listed even a bit of those rumbling nuts. He managed to move aside just a little however, able to look around Callahan to see Dawson.\n\n\tThe poor mouse was unconscious. Without Callahan to spur him on, he’d been left and forgotten, and finally fatigue seemed to take him. It was still nigh impossible to see the mouse behind the giant endowments he now bore, but Granger knew that such a thing must have taken so much out of his lover that it was probably right to worry for his health. Callahan however didn’t even seem to care. Granger eyed the rabbit as he seemed to soak in the afterglow of an orgasm that didn’t seem to have an end. He’d closed his eyes and smiled to himself, so pleased, so proud. He didn’t see the look of rage in Granger’s eyes.\n\n\tGranger then did something he never thought he’d do. With his body mostly freed to one side of the rabbit’s cock, he could move one of his arms rather easily, and in doing so raised a fist and sent it crashing into the bunny’s proud smile. Maybe Granger wasn’t a mage, maybe he was just a simple farmer, and maybe because of that he couldn’t give Dawson the same opportunities that Callahan could. But what he could do was force-feed Callahan his own teeth. The rabbit didn’t even see it coming, too absorbed in his pleasure as he was. The hit connected right on the nose, and with such a force that the studious mage was rendered unconscious in an instant.\n\n\tIt took Granger some time to struggle free, but once he squeezed out from his pinning, he hurried right to Dawson’s side. As he suspected, the mouse had passed out, but he didn’t look too labored or strained. If anything, the rest looked like a welcome release from the throes of passion he had been locked into for who knew how long. Based on the stink of arousal that was heavy in the air and the sheer amounts of seed that coated the floors, it had to be longer than Granger cared to think about. In the end, it wasn’t important – Dawson was important, and seeing to Callahan needed to be done. Unable to move either of the passed-out men, he left them to seek help.\n\n\tThe situation ended as every story of power abuse eventually did. Callahan was restrained, and upon catching wind of the situation, punished severely by the Council of Magic. He was banned from practicing any forms of magic, though that wasn’t the worst of it. Everyone in his village learned of his deeds, and as he feared, they shunned him. He was exiled, forced to leave his home while physically branded as a dark magic user. A pentagram was burned into his wrist, forever to be a mark by anyone who ever saw him that he mingled in powers not meant to be wielded. No one would accept him from that point onward. When he left the village with nothing more than a day’s worth of food, he had never been seen again.\n\n\tDawson was returned to normal as well by the most skilled mages in the lands. Though it was impossible for anyone to know exactly what size he was before Callahan worked his magic, the mouse may have escaped with one or two more inches than when he started. Still, regardless of the fact he wasn’t hurt, he swore never to get involved with magic again, and was understandably cautious around those who practiced it. Most of all, however, he stuck closer to Granger than ever before. Callahan’s plan had back-fired in the worst of ways, accomplishing the exact opposite of what he had intended. Granger had never been so resolute in staying by Dawson’s side as the mouse recovered from the incident, and would continue to protect him for as long as he may have lived.\n\n\tThough since that day it seemed mages with Callahan’s skills became more common. Young magicians would change their bodies in a variety of different ways for nights of lewd fun. With Callahan’s books and notes burned or disposed of, it was alarming how frequently the cases occurred. After a while, the mages who were once tight-lipped about how they came across such spells became more willing to share, and they all revealed one thing.\n\n\tThey were all taught by a cloaked stranger branded as a warlock, who had rabbit ears visible from the top of his hood.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Anything He Can Be, I Can Make Better

Authored by MilkJunkie

A jamesfoxes  commission


\tThere exists a force in the world called mana, and it is widely considered to be the life-blood of all living things. Every tree, every stone, every grain of sand is composed of this magical essence; living creatures are likewise a wealth of mana existing within a cycle. Mana comes from the earth, breathes life into living things, and is returned to that very earth when what is living eventually passes. For centuries the mere existence of mana had been researched, and upon setting a foundation, techniques were developed to utilize it in interesting ways. The rare few who could manipulate mana directly were mages, and only one out of every two hundred people had such a gift. As such, magic users were rare to come by, and either greatly celebrated, or feared.

\tMages always made their marks on history.  With every passing generation, the magical capabilities of humanoids seemed to be greater than ever before. Once, there came techniques to conjure fire, water, air, or earth. Then mages discovered the ability to physically manifest mana itself into a construct. Eventually magically gifted people were creation distortions in time or space and portals to other realms. Just when the world thought they had seen the extent of what magic had to offer, new, young minds were in place to improve it and shock the masses.

\tIt was only natural that magic would one day be standardized into schools and those with the gift to use it would be taught by generations past. It was a method of control, of subduing the possibility that someone could misuse magic for their own gains. It worked rather effectively, with magic becoming a scholarly pursuit where magicians were the best, brightest, and most dedicated of students. But there is a saying that genius breeds madness; and such a saying exists for good reason. For every handful of well-meaning student of the magic arts, there would be one who had more selfish desires in mind when approaching their studies.

\tThese particularly deviant mages would be cast out by the academic community for their practices often in forms of magic labeled as “witchcraft” or “black magic.” Using magic they would do things such as a raise the dead or cause disease, which in their mind are perfectly reasonable uses for magic and examples of just how far magic could reach. To others, however, it was going too far. These practitioners of magic often disappeared into obscurity to perfect their art and are soon after vilified by society at large for their actions.

\tAnd then there was Callahan, a male cotton-tail rabbit with the gift of magic.

\tCallahan was the only one in his village who had been gifted in the ways of magic. While for most this was a blessing for Callahan it was more of a curse. People avoided him in his quaint little hamlet, making the warm atmosphere of his village seem cold. They were afraid of his magic, afraid of what he was capable of, and almost feared that one day he may do something drastic… but he never did. Being alone in his youth just helped him focus on his studies and practice, and into his adulthood he found it more useful than not to have people avoid him and stay out of his way. Though as useful as the solitude was for study, even mages couldn’t live life alone. He still yearned for companionship like any other person, and sometimes needed people to talk to… and held pay his living expenses. To that end, he made two friends during his childhood who he stuck with well into adulthood.

\tThey were a strange pair as far as friends went. One was a farm-hand named Granger, a tall, lean Clydesdale with firm hands. He was simple, but dedicated to everything he did. Throughout his life he helped run his family’s farm, and was day in and day out tending to the fields of grain that provided flour and bread for the village. He was a handsome sort, Callahan couldn’t deny that, but he had always rubbed the rabbit in the wrong way. Perhaps it was the clear divide in intellect they shared – conversations with Granger often got on the rabbit’s nerves, no matter how cute the stallion’s clueless nature could be at times.

\tThe second was Dawson. He was a field mouse, and as such a miniscule creature that stood perhaps less than five feet in height. Callahan liked him much more, for despite the fact the mouse out-paced Callahan in almost every physical facet, there was a sound logic and a good head on Dawson’s shoulders that Callahan could relate to. Together with Dawson, Callahan could talk about any number of things and the mouse would always be interested, and sometimes raise valid points of consideration that Callahan himself hadn’t thought of. Yes, growing up Callahan had always liked Dawson, and had even grown attracted to him over the years. He was just so small, with beautiful almond eyes and a slender stature that almost reminded the mage of a girl’s body. It was safe to say that Callahan, for much of his life, had loved Dawson truly and deeply.

\tWhen Dawson and Granger ended up becoming a couple, it crushed the poor rabbit.

\tCallahan has discovered them by accident one day, sneaking bold affections between one another while they were visiting Callahan’s home. Naturally the mage was shocked, and lashed out against them in his surprise to push them away, seeing their relationship as some form of unnatural tryst. Over time, he became lonely with the two of his friends gone, and returned to them after calming himself to discover that the mouse and the stallion had been trading affections for a year before Callahan’s discovery of them. They were a couple, and loved each other dearly. Being a logical rabbit, Callahan deduced that if it had been going on for that long then nothing ought to have changed. Dawson and Granger were still the same friends he always had. He accepted them, albeit somewhat begrudgingly… because at the end of it all, he couldn’t help but be jealous of Granger.

\tWhat did Dawson see in that dumb horse? Callahan could barely wrap his head around it. Certainly, Granger was attractive, but beyond that he seemingly had the personality and collective intelligence of a stump! It didn’t seem fair. Callahan had more fun with Dawson, the two of them got along better… so why did Granger get what he had wanted for so long? Answers never came to the mage, only more contempt for their situation. It took him months to not hate his stallion friend for taking Dawson away from him… and months more still to at least accept that it had happened. But Callahan knew he was better for Dawson than some dumb horse… so he’d prove it with magic.

\tWhat the rabbit wasn’t certain of was… how? Slinging a few fireballs doesn’t exactly do wonders for a relationship no matter how impressive it could be. No, he had to do something specifically for the mouse he wanted for himself, something that they’d both be able to enjoy together. For the longest time Callahan puzzled and pondered, looking into various forms of magic to determine what would best be considered perfect for Dawson. During these studies, he stumbled upon something he never thought possible in a dusty old tome in the next town over: magic of the body.

\tDawson had always been a small fellow – that was to be expected since he was a rodent. But he’d always cursed his short stature more than anything else, be it for not being able to reach something high up or by proving physically inferior in some respect, Dawson hated the fact that he was so small. With the magic that Callahan had stumbled across, he could apparently fix that. He could change Dawson’s body and make him grow bigger. It would be what Dawson had always wanted, Callahan thought. It would be perfect.

\tHe studied this form of magic in the background of his day-to-day. Upon returning home after practice and study, he would quietly lock himself away and read tomes, scrolls, and other writings on the subject of body-altering magic. From everything he could gather, and experimenting on his self, Callahan began to grasp a power that most men could only dream of. With a thought and an incantation he could change the size of nearly any part of a person, or even a person as a whole. One night he made his whole form so large his head bumped the ceiling of his study, and another time he became so small he could hide in one of his coin purses. It was a fascinating area of study; one Callahan took well to. It took him mere months to grasp a basic understanding of the art, and gather enough confidence to show it off.

\tAll it took was getting Dawson alone. When the horse was awake helping his family on the farm, Callahan arranged a get-together on a fair spring morning. With Dawson’s boyfriend gone, Callahan was free to experiment with the mouse, though the right time had to present itself… So the cotton-tail waited, patiently, as he helped Dawson with his errands in the morning and got him back to the mouse’s house by the afternoon where they proceeded to discuss particular events of the day. It was all rather uninteresting to Callahan, who couldn’t stop staring at Dawson’s slight, brown-furred form and imagining just what he’d do to it. After enough waiting, the time finally came.

\tDawson had dozed off in the warmth of a sun-beam that shined through a window and into his den. With such a warm spot, Dawson had sprawled out on his seat and was resting silently and innocently. His comfort in Callahan’s presence would prove the very opening the mage needed to exercise just what made him better the Granger – what made him better than everybody. Approaching his friend, the mage settled in next to the soft, stuffed cushion Dawson slept on, and without a sound he knelt down next to the mouse and started his work.

\t“Where to start…” Callahan mumbled to himself. Would he simply make Dawson taller? It would have been rather simple to extend the mouse’s legs, stretch his torso a bit, and make him stand a few feet higher than normal… But as he pondered, Callahan’s mind wandered. Dawson was just so cute, so handsome that the mage’s thoughts just barely leaned towards naughty things… and that slight tip towards the lewd ended up a complete plunge, and soon Callahan was trying to fight off thoughts of being intimate with the mature field mouse. But as he thought of these things, an idea came to mind – a dirty idea, and something only he could do.

\tThe rabbit’s eyes fell to the mouse’s crotch, and he knew what he simply had to try. He had to do it so badly; Callahan shrugged away any hesitance and reached down to gently cup the slumbering rodent’s groin. The mage blushed heavily as he felt the shapes and bulges of Dawson’s healthy nuts and dick only kept from him by flimsy linen slacks. They felt so warm, the contact alone excited Callahan to the point where he was silently chewing on his lip. But he couldn’t just leave his darling mouse like that. It was time to try making things grow.

\t“Ala ure, tuiy alta,” Callahan chanted, feeling the mana in his body reacting to the energies in the air. It all channeled into his palm and the reaction cause a glowing. The magic flowed from his palm into the sleeping mouse, making Dawson shift slightly in his sleep but not wake. For as invasive and perverted as Callahan was being, the sensations that filled Dawson’s body were ones of warmth, comfort, and arousal. Before the magic even began to work, Dawson’s modest manhood was swelling and making its presence known against the mouse’s slacks.

\t“Natul i’ar edan. Natul ure…” Callahan continued chanting in the old language, commanding the elements around him, the very elements that made human life, and gave them one purpose: to make Dawson grow.

\tDawson rolled his hips in his sleep, murring to himself pleasantly as the pleasure of the act bled into his unconscious mind. Callahan smiled, watching as the energies being pumped into Dawson’s crotch had their effect. It was subtle at first, but in a few moments’ time the masses beneath Callahan’s palm were noticeably swelling larger and thickening. It was a wondrous feeling, the energies making it tingle against the mage’s palm as slowly the mouse’s balls began to fill it. It wasn’t long before Dawson’s slacks had very distinct shapes to it, outlining the cute mouse’s endowment near perfectly. All the while Dawson was blissfully ignorant of the goings on, seeming to churr and mumble in his sleep pleasantly. It didn’t bother him at all.

\tCallahan on the other hand was excited. His breathing picked up as his eyes, locked onto his friend’s groin, took in the sights while he continued to pump more energy and size into the mouse. It started going faster, and what felt like six solid inches of lovely dick-length pushed rapidly towards seven… then eight… then nine! Dawson’s slacks got tighter and tighter, the fabric straining, creaking even in protest of the swelling girth beneath. The discomfort started to make the mouse stir in his slumber.

\tIt wasn’t long before Dawson, a mouse, was toting as much as Granger probably had, since he was a horse. A horse-hung mouse just looked all the more massive in comparison, and in the midst of admiring his handiwork, Callahan was learning things about himself… like just how much he loved seeing Dawson’s endowments so big, and the very distinct shapes and bulges they made against his slacks. It was dirty, it was lewd, and it was the sort of thing that if anyone had seen him, he’d never be able to show his face around the village again. Yet for those very reasons it was thrilling, more thrilling than anything ever was. The best of all was that it was by his hand, by his magic! No one else could have done it… no one!

\tCallahan was so wrapped up in the ordeal that he didn’t notice Dawson wake. The mouse groaned in discomfort and opened his beady eyes to look upon his friend. His head spun, and reality seemed slowed down, and for a moment he wondered if maybe he’d gotten into the ale and not remembered. But most of all he felt a heat and pressure in his groin unlike anything he’d ever felt before. His erect member brushed against the fabric of his linen slacks, cramped into whatever space it could find, and the tightness around him felt almost euphoric in its pleasure. He couldn’t help but let out a gentle moan, his heart racing, as he surrendered rather easily to what was happening almost in a dream-like state.

\t“Cal… W… What…” Dawson could barely speak. He felt flush and wondered if perhaps he was sick… but he couldn’t account for the feelings in his loins – the intense warmth and fullness. It took him moments to realize that Callahan was touching him there, that the bunny’s hands were on him. His face burned with such a blush, but all he could do was groan and moan all too pleasantly.

\tThe stitching on his slacks began to tear. Each well-sewn stitch popped, one by one, along the seam that ran the crotch of his pants and helped hold them together. They began to tear, revealing the pink member within. The slow reveal of that cock made Callahan’s lips dry. He’d never felt so powerful before. Meeting Dawson’s eyes, he simply raised a finger to his lips and shushed the mouse. Despite the confusion on his rodent friend’s face, that seemed to be enough to silence him. Dawson’s head rolled back into his seat and he allowed the lewd act to continue. Callahan had to remind himself that Dawson probably wouldn’t do that normally… he was a little out of his mind at the moment, and the idea that he could sway the mouse so easily just made him seem all the stronger.

\tThe rabbit mage licked his lips, his hand caressing the growing masses in Dawson’s slacks, his ears twitching at each pop the busting stitches made, one by one. Eventually Dawson just became too much mouse to contain, and in a rather sudden tearing, his swollen, over-sized shaft burst through the crotch of his slack and into the air. Dawson moaned in relief, his hips rolling and bucking into the air and causing his elongated and thickened cock to bounce and swing. Callahan stared, his robes feeling hot and confining as he lusted for his friend… but the feeling was strangely pleasant in its debauchery, so he opted to keep his clothes on.

\t“You always said you wanted to be bigger,” Callahan murmured to his friend, leaning over the mouse to try and see his face. He didn’t know it, but he was putting on the smoothest tone his boyish voice could make. Dawson only grunted in response, probably to the frustration of in no way intending for his endowments to be bigger… or didn’t he? Callahan couldn’t read minds – it just wasn’t in his magical repertoire – but surely the mouse must have thought about it at one time. Surely if he was in a relationship with a horse, the image must have flickered through his head even for just a moment. In Callahan’s mind, it was impossible not to think of it.

\t“You’re bigger than the horse, aren’t you?” The mage asked. Dawson only briefly lifted his head to stare at his cock as it rested heavily against his own tummy. Why, it nearly reached his chest! It had to be quite a few hands long, and looked so thick it’d need to be steadied like a claymore – with a two-hand grip. He nodded, though his head felt heavy as he did, bobbing like a weighted lure. Callahan liked that answer… but at the same time, he didn’t. To answer so readily meant Dawson had seen Granger’s manhood before… Jealousy gripped him at the mere thought.

\t“It’s all thanks to me,” Callahan said as he pushed the idea of the horse out of his mind, “All because of my magic… Doesn’t it feel good?”

\tHe stroked and pet along Dawson’s heavy slab of man-meat like it was a cherished pet. Dawson didn’t answer, perhaps not wanting to answer, but his body didn’t lie. He was panting and flushed, and his cock was so obviously stiff! No matter what the mouse could have said to try and deter his rabbit friend, his body would have betrayed him. The final nail in the coffin was when he began to leak. Clear, sticky fluid began to flow from within, thickly drooling over Dawson’s own torso. Callahan smirked at the development, blushing himself at the sheer quantity his friend’s pre-seed rushed out.

\t“How about some more? Let me show you how good I can make you feel…” Callahan cooed.

\tDawson’s body shifted, squirming in his seat. He tried to get up, his squeaks sounding a little like whines. “N-No, this is… just stop…” Dawson breathed, “You can’t…”

\t“I can,” Callahan grinned as he cuddled up next to his friend whilst still petting his cock, “Just watch me.”

\t“Ala ure, tuiy alta. Natul i’ar edan. Natul ure.”

\tThe chanting began anew, and with it the feeling of ethereal pleasure into Dawson’s loins. The energy surged, his endowments throbbing, bulking noticeably, before beginning to swell once more and creep ever-larger in size. It seemed nigh endless. So long as there was magic to pour into the mouse and Callahan had the energy to control it, it would never really stop. In the back of Callahan’s mind, he knew he would eventually have to stop and return his friend to normal… but he wanted to push it. He wanted to see just how large Dawson could get. So push he did…

\t

\tMeanwhile, Granger had been helping out on his family’s farm for the morning, but afternoon had rolled about and after making sure his less-anthro cousins were cleaned up and happy, he decided it was time for a break. He could think of nothing more he’d rather do than spend time with Dawson. The two of them were very much in love. It was funny, to Granger, that he once thought Dawson was nothing special. When that changed, he didn’t know, but now that pint-sized mouse was the cutest little bundle of love he could have ever asked for. There was little better than picking him up and holding him. To take the time walking through the village to reflect on how happy he was with Dawson brought a smile to Granger’s face.

\t“I’ll try to make today’s lunch special for the little fella,” He thought.

\tHe arrived at Dawson’s home and knocked on the door; then he just waited. He waited a few seconds and heard no answer, not even a rustling from within to suggest that Dawson was on his way. The thought passed that perhaps Dawson wasn’t in, but just to be sure Granger thought best to knock one more time. When he raised his hand to do so however, he heard a sound from within. His ear perked to the sound of what he thought was Dawson’s voice, though it didn’t sound like he was saying anything. It sounded more like he was… groaning? Pressing close to the door, Granger listened closely again. A crash from inside spurred him into action.

\tCallahan’s long ears wilted momentarily as Dawson’s growing knocked over and shattered a vase. That was to be expected though, because the mouse was impressive. There were no standards to compare the size of Dawson’s size. His furry sac was so outrageously huge that it touched the floor and covered the mouse’s feet and legs almost completely, while the pink member above stood tall and thick, like some sort of fleshy tree. It jutted several feet over Dawson’s own head, and was discharging gracious surges of spunk that ran down the wall behind him. Dawson had moved his cock just enough for the massive thing to knock over the vase, to which Callahan simply grinned.

\t“Whoops, clumsy us,” He said simply, relishing still in how disoriented Dawson looked from sheer pleasure.

\tThat calm moment seemed to be the cue Granger had been waiting for, as he burst through the door that very moment. The thunderous crack of the wooden door against the wall made Callahan nearly jump out of his skin. The lean Clydesdale’s face faded into a look of horror at the scene that befell him in Dawson’s den. He couldn’t believe his eyes, and how could he? The scene was unreal. But even if Callahan had removed his hand from Dawson, it was no mystery as to how such a thing came about. Still, Granger’s mind was grasping at any possibility other than what was real – surely there was a more reasonable explanation than Callahan transforming Dawson like that.

\t“What the hell is going on?!” Granger shouted. He would have rushed in right away, but he feared the mage. He knew that there were several ways Callahan could have disposed of him with little more than a flick of the wrist.

\tCallahan looked terrified that he’d been caught at first, but he remembered he had the upper hand. He always had the upper hand. Granger, for his size and strength, was nothing to him. “Oh, it’s you,” The rabbit said, “I guess I should have expected that.”

\t“What are you doing, Cal?!” Granger shouted. He was in a panic and Callahan’s usual inability to not provide a straight answer was more infuriating than ever.

\tCallahan gave the over-all clad horse a look-over, and raised a brow with a certain look of disappointment. “I’m just showing Dawson the wonders of magic,” He said, a grin forming over his features. Turning to the horny, needy mouse, he pet along the bloated underside of the rodent’s enormous shaft.

\t“I’m doing things you could never do,” He continued.

\t“Are you crazy? Stop that right now!” Granger huffed. Magic or no, the horse wouldn’t stand idly by while Callahan performed such sick magic. He started towards the rabbit, but didn’t want to hurt him. He hoped that just being intimidating would be enough.

\tCallahan rested his hand back upon Dawson’s shaft, and the surges of energy continued. Granger froze as Dawson let out the most guttural moan he’d ever heard the mouse make, watching in disbelief as his lover stuck an orgasm that began to paint the old, dull brick of the wall with cum. And all the while, to Callahan’s delight, Dawson grew. His cock swelled bigger not in surges or bursts, but in a non-stop inflation. In seconds it seemed as if every bit of Dawson’s manhood had grown outwards by a foot. The poor mouse was overwhelmed by his own endowments, pinned beneath his swelling cock as it reached masses perhaps heavier than Granger’s entire body.

\tIt became difficult to see the little mouse past his own sack and shaft. His pink cock pressed and curled against the wall, the cum-spewing tip aiming downwards in its arch to shower the rodent in his own essence. There was no hope of him moving at that point. Dawson’s balls smothered his legs, and he was helpless to do anything more than writhe in pleasure and the joy of release as he came non-stop, coating his wall, seat, and pooling the floor all with cum.

\t“Isn’t it beautiful? Dawson is more than he’s ever been!” Callahan cheered.

\tGranger clenched his fists. “He don’t need to be more than he is!” He shouted back to the mage.

\tRemoving his hand from Dawson, the mage finally stood to address his unwitting rival. “Listen, horse,” He said, continuing not to use his name. He refused to see Granger as an equal. “I am better than you. I always have been,” He continued as he marched towards the horse, “Why should you get to be with him? I can give him so much more.”

\t“You’re some marbles short!” Granger argued, but he stepped backwards out of fear of what the magician might do to him, “This ain’t funny!”

\t“Ala ure, tuiy alta. Natul i’ar edan. Natul ure.”

\tThe rabbit began to chant again, and granger was torn between wanting to run to safety and desperately needing to help his lover. He pressed his back to the wall, and stared down at Callahan as the bunny got in close. His body tensed, his hands even raised in some vague attempt to defend himself from the fireballs or thunderbolts he thought were coming from his obviously crazy friend… but none of that came. Instead, a warm weight pressed against his lower stomach and crotch. Confused, Granger peered down, and he gasped.

\tCallahan was growing! Just like Dawson, it seemed, the rabbit’s manhood was swelling up in size, rounding out a bulge against his robes that rapidly grew, bigger and bigger. It squished up against Granger’s body, and as the seconds ticked onwards, began to over-take more and more of him. It wasn’t long until the rabbit was pinning the horse against the wall with fat, cum-stuffed cannon balls and a dangerously thick log of bunny-cock to match. Callahan reveled in Granger’s expression, one of fear and confused lust.

\t“You see, you dumb horse?” Callahan purred, “I am more than you could ever be. I could give Dawson more than you ever could. I’m a mage! Not only could I secure nearly any position of prominence I desire, I could grant Dawson pleasures he would never otherwise experience. Me! Look at him, isn’t he happy? He has no problems, no worries, just joy!”

\tGranger wished he could see Dawson, but he just couldn’t. Looking over Callahan’s shoulder just showed him a mass of rodent genitals that took up a whole damn corner of the den. He could hear the churning, the strain of needy flesh, and Dawson’s whines, squeaks, and moans, but he could hardly see anything of his little mouse other than his hands desperately grabbing and raking at his cock. And just out of his vision was Callahan’s smug, grinning face… and the rising of the rabbit’s own shaft.

\tGranger gasped in shock as Callahan’s cock had gotten so big it now sprawled up along Granger’s front, lying heavily against his belly and chest, nearly up to his chin. The fat, pink tip drooled and oozed pre-seed like crazy, making a fine mess of Granger’s work clothes and reeking the air with a pungent odor of unnatural lust. The same look reflected in Callahan’s eyes – a maddening look as his cock nudged Granger’s chin and smeared his mess over the Clydesdale’s fur.

\t“Mzild...” The rabbit breathed, hands grasping at his cock and stroking it into Granger’s face, “Izznarg mzild!”

\tCallahan’s manhood responded to his words in an eruption of size that spread his sack out bigger than any bale of hay Granger had ever seen, filled by two nuts that had to be almost as big as Dawson’s entire body. Callahan’s cock on the other hand exploded with size and stretched towards the ceiling like a magic beanstalk, growing impossibly large impossibly quick. It touched the ceiling, and pressed against the wooden rafters, making the roof creak under the weight that now pressed upwards against it. It got almost as thick as Granger could outstretch both his arms to either side – it was like getting smothered by a fleshy willow tree! The sudden thrust of weight crushed the horse back against the wall and made him grunt aloud.

\tCallahan came right then and there, and it sounded like a dam had been ruptured. The pressure audibly rumbled and quaked against Granger’s body, and in terrible throbs the flood of rabbit seed began. It showered the ceiling and rained down in hot torrents to splatter and splash on the floor. With Dawson’s seemingly non-stop cum-flow, the entire den was getting messy. Seed spread out over the floor, leaked into the hearth, oozed from the rafters, and made a mess of the furniture. Things were disturbed, décor fell and shattered, and pieces of art were ruined and stained in male mess… It was some sort of nightmare ripped straight from Granger’s darkest, lewdest depths.

\t“Mmmmngh, God!!” Callahan cried out in orgasmic bliss, his body trembling, writhing against his own enormous shaft. But even in that moment of body, seizing release, he took time to peer around his shaft to give Granger a smug look – one that was masked a little by a face screwed into one wrought by earth-shattering delight.

\t“L-Look… Look what I can DO!” He moaned, toes curling in the gooey mess beneath him.

\tGranger huffed, ignoring how his main was drizzled in the seed of his certainly now ex-friend. Instead he pushed against Callahan, which only seemed to pleasure the rabbit more. Granger used it however to push himself and attempt to free himself from Callahan’s pinning. It was much too difficult however, as the weight bearing down on him from the rabbit’s manhood was far too intense. Not even a healthy specimen like a hard-working horse could have listed even a bit of those rumbling nuts. He managed to move aside just a little however, able to look around Callahan to see Dawson.

\tThe poor mouse was unconscious. Without Callahan to spur him on, he’d been left and forgotten, and finally fatigue seemed to take him. It was still nigh impossible to see the mouse behind the giant endowments he now bore, but Granger knew that such a thing must have taken so much out of his lover that it was probably right to worry for his health. Callahan however didn’t even seem to care. Granger eyed the rabbit as he seemed to soak in the afterglow of an orgasm that didn’t seem to have an end. He’d closed his eyes and smiled to himself, so pleased, so proud. He didn’t see the look of rage in Granger’s eyes.

\tGranger then did something he never thought he’d do. With his body mostly freed to one side of the rabbit’s cock, he could move one of his arms rather easily, and in doing so raised a fist and sent it crashing into the bunny’s proud smile. Maybe Granger wasn’t a mage, maybe he was just a simple farmer, and maybe because of that he couldn’t give Dawson the same opportunities that Callahan could. But what he could do was force-feed Callahan his own teeth. The rabbit didn’t even see it coming, too absorbed in his pleasure as he was. The hit connected right on the nose, and with such a force that the studious mage was rendered unconscious in an instant.

\tIt took Granger some time to struggle free, but once he squeezed out from his pinning, he hurried right to Dawson’s side. As he suspected, the mouse had passed out, but he didn’t look too labored or strained. If anything, the rest looked like a welcome release from the throes of passion he had been locked into for who knew how long. Based on the stink of arousal that was heavy in the air and the sheer amounts of seed that coated the floors, it had to be longer than Granger cared to think about. In the end, it wasn’t important – Dawson was important, and seeing to Callahan needed to be done. Unable to move either of the passed-out men, he left them to seek help.

\tThe situation ended as every story of power abuse eventually did. Callahan was restrained, and upon catching wind of the situation, punished severely by the Council of Magic. He was banned from practicing any forms of magic, though that wasn’t the worst of it. Everyone in his village learned of his deeds, and as he feared, they shunned him. He was exiled, forced to leave his home while physically branded as a dark magic user. A pentagram was burned into his wrist, forever to be a mark by anyone who ever saw him that he mingled in powers not meant to be wielded. No one would accept him from that point onward. When he left the village with nothing more than a day’s worth of food, he had never been seen again.

\tDawson was returned to normal as well by the most skilled mages in the lands. Though it was impossible for anyone to know exactly what size he was before Callahan worked his magic, the mouse may have escaped with one or two more inches than when he started. Still, regardless of the fact he wasn’t hurt, he swore never to get involved with magic again, and was understandably cautious around those who practiced it. Most of all, however, he stuck closer to Granger than ever before. Callahan’s plan had back-fired in the worst of ways, accomplishing the exact opposite of what he had intended. Granger had never been so resolute in staying by Dawson’s side as the mouse recovered from the incident, and would continue to protect him for as long as he may have lived.

\tThough since that day it seemed mages with Callahan’s skills became more common. Young magicians would change their bodies in a variety of different ways for nights of lewd fun. With Callahan’s books and notes burned or disposed of, it was alarming how frequently the cases occurred. After a while, the mages who were once tight-lipped about how they came across such spells became more willing to share, and they all revealed one thing.

\tThey were all taught by a cloaked stranger branded as a warlock, who had rabbit ears visible from the top of his hood.

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