Date: Sat, 01 Jul 2023 03:08:09 +0000 From: wanjosh Subject: Eros Magic Boy Before Read Hello. Here is CupiGest. Fist of all, please donate to the Nifty Archive so you can continue to enjoy this stories: https:/www.donate.nifty.org/donate Second, this story as, in fact, a kind of fanfiction of two other stories: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/cupid-inc/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/saint-valentino/ Both stories inspired me to do a fic, re-imagined how a magical girl (Mahō shōjo) or, in this case, magical boy. The original author, Zuke, give me permission to publish that story, so check he work too. This story is a mere work of fiction. Any resemblance with real life is mere coincidence. This work is for adult audience only. If you are underage or are offended by this type of content, please do not read. This story will show underage characters having sexual interactions with each other. If this content is type of content offend you or is illegal in o region, please not read. Finally, this story will take time to have explicitly sex scenes. And after that, not will have explicitly sex in all chapters. I know this type of story not have much space in nifty but I think publish here will be some value. Have this in mind if you decide engage with this story. Comments can be send to: wanjosh@protonmail.com Good read. The cupid avatar. Love. What is love? Having a life with someone? Being in love? Do acts for someone else sake? Share and receive? Feel desires? All this a little? There is no clear answer. For many people, however, love is a force. A source of power that allows to bring the best of people and to provide their greatest joys and pleasures. And the lack of love brings the worst. People deserve love. Because of this, there are those who have the mission to protect and sow love. The erotes, children in the image of cupid, who watch and care love for the world and protect those who are vulnerable. Unfortunately, the poor erotes were in an unprecedented crisis. One day love found an unexpected opponent. The erotes were striving the best they could, but the enemy was turning the game. Somebody had to do something. And someone did. -//- It was a hot night. Wet and hot air made weigh in the breath. The sweat further warmed the body. And running all that time obviously wouldn't help at all. Far from the curious sights of the few people at dawn, a chase happened on the roofs. A mysterious and ethereal figure escaped from two stalkers. The escape was hard. The heat, the energy spends, the sense of defeat. He never imagined things would have come to that point. The erotes were at its limit. If `they' could catch him, that was the end. The erotes would be defeated and the power of love would disappear from the world. He couldn't allow that. And that was all he could do. He couldn't let that blessing fall into the wrong hands. Talking was easier than doing. Was almost reached. Missing them was out of the question. Fight much less. Fortunately, a chance came. A unique glow in that horrible night. A hospital with an open window, literally. He jumped there. With that their enemies stopped. "A hospital has many negative thoughts and desires. It's hard to bear. That should buy me some time. " He walked down the hallways. He had 15 minutes to half an hour until they get in. Not only that, but he felt heavy and tired, but the cold weather from the hospital thanks to the air conditioning, gave some refreshment. Felt more energy. That said, it was unbearable. Having the ability to feel the needs of men, a hospital was a horrible place if you didn't know how control. Frustration, fear, anger, doubt and much pain. Feeling that was so horrible and powerful that needed to end it. The more he thought, see there was the worst place to get in. If weren't for the circumstances, he would never have come in the hospital. Alas, he knew strategically, was trapped. The ignorance of this fact almost filled his heart with fear but had to keep calm not to despair with that environment, like a sub driver who cannot panic. Maybe because of that effort, he realized something. A special person. He was in the pediatric ICU. Patients emit a feeling well... dark. All least one. A preteen, in his 12-year-old chubby body. He didn't know what his diagnosis was, but that's not what he felt. The boy emitted a feeling he knew well. A broken heart. His heart was broken, very broken. Something like that would change a person. Decided to probe what could do the boy, and he looked... empty. His broken heart really made him insensitive. He didn't suffered or was afraid of death or angry... The boy just felt the pain of losing your love. "It will serve for now. I can't take that any longer. " That boy would do it. The being just focused. The room got hot. And for a moment, the dreams of the patients of that wing have become many happy dreams. Very happy. In fact, when it ended, the feeling of hospital had exchanged for relief. Those kids would definitely have new strength. But one of them, which was now around a pink aura, will absolutely have the biggest changes. That little boy could have his life changed. If the being was quick, he could remove his power before than the kid realized. But that chance could not happen. For when the being saw, his ethereal figure could no longer sustain form. He enemies never entered the hospital. They knew that power was transferred and could not be removed, even through strength. It was useless to go on there. Better regroup. The next day would be... unique -//- The night was weird. He admitted to the ICU for poisoning. He had an odd dream where a rabbit put something at the height of the navel. And he woke up cured. Not just him, actually. Some other children in the ICU seemingly felt `so loved' that this regressed some diseases. In common, they all woke up dirty in the intimate region. That however was not a truth to Vic. Victor `Vic' Paixão was a fat boy with pale skin, marked by little sun. The circumstances that led him to the hospital were not the best. Vic's family was very religious, fervent Christians. That's how they came from Brazil. Vic didn't have a very good life. He could hardly watch TV shows or have cool toys. His parents thought they were demonic creations. Once they burned a cheap action figure what had won from a holiday gift. Not everything was lost in the meantime. He was still studying in a normal school, could soon live with normal children. Kind of. Vic didn't have many friends. Actually, he didn't have any friends, but people who tolerated him. No one wanted to be a friend of a fat boy from Brazil. Luckily, no one bully him. He knew how to avoid that kind of thing. Unfortunately, there was something he couldn't help. Your attraction for boys. Victor always knew he liked boys. He knew that thanks to his penis that made full size every time he saw another boy, even adult, in underwear. He almost let himself be molested by a teacher, until he realized it would be a terrible idea. Furthermore, he had seen news on the TV of a Scottish boy who was supposedly caught fucking with one. These feelings were confusing and had no one to share with. His parents were out of the question, had no friends and his teachers were probably bad idea, because they could think he was a pervert and denounce him to his parents. He was alone in that. Or almost alone. A little while ago a young boy arrived at school. He was effeminate and flamboyant, gay for sure, and had realized that Vic was also. He named him Vic. It was nice having someone to talk. And it was pleasant to have someone to break loose. As a Christian, Vic look was composed of button shirts and jeans that covered the whole leg, with short cut hair. Was good to get some freedom a little, use shorts for example. Having someone to say a boy is handsome. Didn't take long to Vic's heart get warm near him and feel butterflies in stomach. But everything changed when he found out his friend will be transferred. The parents of other children put pressure on it. He couldn't let the opportunity pass. Declared for him. He was rejected. In the worst possible way. The "parents" who demanded that he be expelled are in fact only of Vic. The colleague was furious. Vic can't even defend himself. All Vic listen was that he hated him and made a scandal when he walked away, saying about Vic's preference and lied about both losing the virginity. After that everything turned into a gigantic snowball. The rumors, the bullying, the pressure of the parents. Until he couldn't resist. When he was alone at home, he swallowed a bottle of pills at once. He felt terrible, now he was alive, for trying this. But the pain of seeing his love rejecting him and not wanting to listen him, the feeling that they could never be together again. Was like feeling all around you be destroyed. Vic usually cry but him already cried too much. At least your parents give up sending him to a conversion camp. But how much more he walked, more he felt empty around him. He missed the only friend he really had. He missed the butterflies in the belly. Suddenly all this seemed so far, even though it only happened a few weeks ago. He locked himself in his room. Just wanted to be alone in his sadness. That day, however, things would change. He was forced to get out of the house to buy food. He lived near a park he used to cut his way. Often it was full of cats, of all types, from wounded and ugly cats to cute kittens. Vic loved everyone equally. He did not realize that there was another animal lurking. When Vic arrived in the restaurant, he had an unpleasant surprise. He was there. Using a coat and a very tight jean and the blue painted nails, as well as some lock of hair in the same color, hair whose part was shaved. For a boy, he had a lot of personality. When he saw Victor, he made a look of contempt. Vic felt the emptiness of his heart rising even more, making him feel like he was exploding. It was obvious he still had feelings. "Victor" You've spoken to since "Berto." You spoke unwise. Vic knew he had to apologize. Berto probably didn't know he tried to commit suicide. And shouldn't even know. He didn't do that just for Berto felt sorry for him. Before he could talk, an older boy came close to Berto, who threw himself in his arms without any resistance. That left Vic feeling something very strange. "W, who is it?" "Victor, this is my boyfriend. " "Bo, boyfriend? " "Yes, someone who different from you really supports me." Spoken tone to goon. Vic not liked that. That man was too old for a boy. And he didn't seem very respectful. If Vic remembered well, in fact, Berto spoke that people of his age were very children and having a relationship with them wasn't in his interest. More than that, Vic admitted if it were him, he would also like to see how an older man is naked. His father never took his clothes in front of him. But for some reason, that seemed wrong. That man... he doesn't care for Berto. Vic wanted to say that. He needed it. Vic see how the adult rubbed Berto's ass. He had to warn Berto wouldn't have respect from that man. He saw Berto little smile, showing happy to see Victor suffer. "Berto I... I know I should have done something. I didn't know my parents had forced you out of school. You didn't let me defend myself. So..." Vic did something he hasn't done since they fought. He smiled. "Be happy, okay? Our friendship didn't last long, but you made me very happy." He approached the older companion. "And you... make him happy, all right? " The two preferred to stifle the situation. Vic, still smiling, took the dinner and left the restaurant, going home. On the way, however, he couldn't take it. He kneeled and began to cry. See Berto after everything that happened, made your heart explode and hurt. He didn't understand it anymore. He was still in love. For him. Seeing him with an older boy who sure didn't want him good was too much for his heart to hold on. But one person, or rather, thing saw the depressing scene with a big smile. "I don't believe it. Great Erote blessed me. That boy... no one would let a chance like that pass. He... he puts the others in front of himself. He's a compatible candidate. I... I need to warn him. He, no, bad idea... but if it works... I don't have time to lose. I have to." He approached but realized the shock that Vic felt. He decided to leave him alone. -//- Dinner was cold. Vic's parents were cold. They usually spoke as little as possible, but even in respect of what happened to their son, remained still quieter. Vic liked it. Your parents obviously were happy with the ICU exit and don't make questions about what happened. But Vic knew they knew why he did that. And it wouldn't take long to shove that on his face. They rather at least Vic recover. He had not processed that until the beginning of that day, He had left the hospital after almost die. Maybe something good would happen in the dreams. Or not, since he couldn't sleep. Vic felt different. It is obvious, yes, after all he went through a unique experience. He had so much in my head to think. Things in school will be tough. The humiliation that will be at school. He always managed to avoid bullies, but that would be impossible now. But that was the least. He lost Berto. His only escape from that world without fun from his parents. He couldn't stand them right. The chest emptiness was very intense. Victor just wanted to be loved, intensely loved. Perhaps that feeling has raised the invader who entered his room. He heard his window beating. Vic would've been afraid. But their feelings were not very calibrated. Besides, his bedroom had little furniture, it was impossible for someone to hide there. Didn't see anyone inside. Maybe it was a cat. No, a cat wouldn't know how to open and close a window with subtlety. What could have been? He got up to go to the window when he almost bumped into something. It didn't happen because hr felt that deviating and rubbing his feet. It was a bit difficult but avoided stepping on the thing. The moonlight illuminated the room. Vic was nervous seeing that it wasn't a normal animal. That said... he didn't feel scared by him. He was able to go to the switch to turn on the light. The surprise was instant. The thing was a... rabbit. But not a rabbit, well, rabbit. It looked like a plush. In fact, it was a plush. He had big ears that folded down, with hairy tips. They had the body size. He had light yellow fur, except for the white belly. He was making a nervous face. Vic breathed a little to understand what that was. Seeing he wasn't moving, though he was breathing, gave him a strong feeling that it wasn't dangerous. What would be that? Decided to talk something. "Okay... what are you? " "A, meow?" "You're not a cat, you're a rabbit... or at least remember one." The rabbit meant something, but Vic was quicker to hold his cheek. It was soft and cute. That made him nervous. He had a strange feeling of dejavú. Until remember. "It's you. The rabbit in my dream. " "So you had a dream when I did. Impressive. " "Then you talk. Wow. What are you? What's your name?" "I... I have no name... lost lots of memories in the process. That doesn't matter much. So you are Victor, Victor Paixão if I understood right." "It's me. Would you?" "Well... It's complicated." "You're a cupid, aren't you? I thought cupids had the image of angels." The rabbit was suppressed. It was obvious that powers were manifesting themselves in Victor unconsciously. He couldn't do too many rodeos. "Yes, that's it. I'm actually a human priest. I serve the Erotes, the gods of love. In the process I learned one thing or two of magic. Things in the sanctuary were kind of serious, and I was forced to act." Victor heard that unbeliever. Gods of love? So the pagan gods existed? It will be God exist. He normally was very scared but for some reason he felt... strangely familiar. The rabbit has resumed the word. "Returning, the sanctuary was attacked. The erotes are overloaded to defend they self. The soldiers and the harem of Eros fight right now. Things are bad. We're going to be fine, but with that the erotes have no way of protecting love here on earth. I couldn't allow that. So I... broke the rules." "What rules?" "From time to time, a human can be chosen champion of the god Eros and become an honorary erote... well... it is you." "Is that serious?" "Don't you understand? Why don't you scare? It's because you unconsciously know I am. And you know about your powers. Victor... you're an honorary erote now, a human full of magic. The cupid avatar. A Magical boy." Victor didn't believe that. He, an honorary cupid? No, that's impossible. He never believed those things. And he certainly wasn't a loving person, not that he didn't feel love. But he didn't emit that. That sounded like a bad joke. "Then... cupids... erotes, exist and serve to spread and care for love in the world. Then why didn't they take care of me? And now they put me in it. " "We are flawed. Love is something complex and dangerous. Without care, we can cause a lot of damage. About you being the chosen one is not a chosen one. Almost anyone can be the avatar. I found you in the hospital for pure luck. I was being chased and they wanted the blessing. Putting it on you was an emergency. I meant to get it back, but... I think you're going to be a good erote." "So that's it. I deserve it. I... a cupid..." "Listen, I was spying on you. I know why you are angry. But could you at least give me a chance? Just a chance. I promise you'll understand. Please... just to ours warriors defeat the opponent. Here, I forgot something." He moved the ears near each other, which began to shine. From their tip, the brightness turned a sphere that went to Vic. The glow went through, something came out of it. A pendant, big even. He was a pink hexagon crystal. Inside he seemed to have an internal symbol. The hexagon turned into a pocket watch. "This is the heart of the erote, an enchantment that keeps your powers over control. Without it, you would turn into erote altogether. Keep near you. I'm just a priest, but I studied a lot about honorary humans, so I can teach you." "And how do you intend to do that, being a plush rabbit?" "I... I don't know." He spoke realizing his stupidity. "Listen... Custard... can we talk tomorrow?" "Custard?" "Yes, You know, cream filling. Your color reminds me that." "Oh. All right. Go to sleep, tomorrow I'll talk about what you need to do." That was pretty absurd. Vic, a boy controlled by religious extremist parents, an erote avatar? An honorary cupid? A magical boy? That's... very absurd. But... he felt there was an answer, a path to his afflictions there and not a cruel irony. Vic felt happy.