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Hello. Here is CupiGest.

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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.

Notes from chapter

Hello. I receive some comments from the last chapter. They are great but also, critics about the english. I sorry. English is not my native language, and i don't have a editor. Is just me. I would promise that get better, but I can not promise that. Sorry.

Any way, i to have this chapter read from some time. I expect you can enjoy.

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Good Reading.

The Strange Powers of Love

The next day came almost without Vic noticing. Was dark and rainy. A weather that Vic loved. To be able to staying in bed, enjoying the nice cold, without that horrible heat, listening to the rain fall. It was one of the little things he loved so much.

Perhaps because of this happiness, he didn't mind when he slowly opened his eyes and saw a live rabbit plush. He was looking at him with its, well, serious eyes. He was clearly trying hard to express authority, when he probably didn't want to or could.

"Good morning Custard. Is there a problem?"

"Well... since you asked."

A rumbling belly noise came from him.

"Are you hungry? How?"

"Obviously I am still a living being."

Vic got out of bed. He felt pretty good, given what had happened the night before. He checked the time and understood that his parents had already left. Normally he would be at school, but obviously he was going to take the next few weeks off to rest given the circumstances of what had happened.

He stretched and stood up. Normally he would take off his clothes to go to the bathroom, but he remembered Custard.

"Excuse me."

"What? There's nothing there that I haven't seen before."

"When did you see me naked?"

Custard almost responded until he realized it was true. He had never seen Vic naked. So much time at the academy and the sanctuary had uncalibrated his sense of shame somewhat.

"You're right. I'm sorry." He spoke closing his eyes. "Go on... no wait. Can you lift your shirt up a little? I need to see something. Better now than alone in the bathroom."

Vic did, a little suspiciously. However, just by looking at his belly, he understood. Around his belly button was a heart shape. It was pink and very showy, like a tattoo.

"Look at her there. An erote is more discreet, usually on the thighs, but since you are honorary, it needs to be more obvious."

"What do you mean, when you did... when you gave my powers? I remember, in my dream, you used to put something in my belly button."

"Yes... magic always have a personal touch."

"Why here?"

"No big deal."

He knew him was deflecting attention. He suspected Custard had a higher purpose in it. But he wasn't going to question it too much. He took off his clothes and went to the bathroom.

Bathed and changed, he felt strange... very strange.

"Some problem?"

"Suddenly I feel... stuck. These clothes seem so uncomfortable."

"With all due respect, they are. Who wears long pants at home?"

"But it's different. It's very... strange."

"Yeah, right."

Vic also suspected that he was hiding something about it. Well, had to get answers. But was better to do that after eating. Just hoped that had breakfast made. Don't have. Well, Vic would have to improvise a little.

Since his parents were not there, he simply took Custard into the kitchen. Victor's house was small and humble. Breakfast was filled cookies and chocolate milk. Custard was a little nervous.

"That's not breakfast."

"That's what I could get."

"Your parents didn't leave anything?"

"No. They work a lot. It's usually home to church, and church to home." He spoke sadly.

"I would cook, but my new format is not one of the job." Custard said, swallowing one of the cookies. "Although eating these in breakfast has its charm." He said, devouring another.

"So... can we start whatever I have to do? You know, about being a cupid and all."

"Well... basically, until we turn the table in the sanctuary, you're going to patrol for love. Overall, just the fact that you have these powers would be enough to buy me time."

"Why?"

"Don't ask too many questions. You don't need to expose yourself to so much. Now, while you have the powers, you will need to learn how to use and control them. You are going to feel things. You will feel what people need in relation to love. What they want, need, feel. You need to understand that, and use your powers to give that to them. It's a big responsibility. Do you think you can handle it?"

"Certainly not. But it's not like I have a choice."

"You do. I take consent very seriously. If you don't want to do that I'll give the powers to someone else. I just need to prepare myself for it."

Victor heard this. He certainly stopped to think. Did he have options then? Not to do whatever he had to do?

However, this made him sad. He never knew what love really is. And he wanted to find out. He needed to know what love was all about. And this would be his chance to understand. He couldn't give up now.

"No. I want to. Just tell me what I have to do."

"Well... let's go to the park."

"Wait. We're going to have to solve a problem first."

Custard didn't know what he was talking about. He found out uncomfortably.

Vic wasn't going to be stupid to walk around with a talking plushier, so he packed a backpack, so he could walk around. Basically he would carry Custard around pretending to be a stuffed animal. This made Custard pretty upset, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Victor felt a little sorry for Custard. If he had understood correctly, he used to be a human, but doing what he did to Vic came at a price, and he turned into that little bunny, as well as getting amnesia. Would love to know if he knew that was going to happen.

In the park they went to the square, the busiest place. Vic just sat down on one of the benches and put his backpack on his lap, so that he could talk to Custard discreetly.

"Pay attention now. Close your eyes and try to feel. What, you will realize on your own."

So he did. He relaxed a little and tried to open his mind. Really, he felt it. The people in the park, he felt their feelings. He understood they were angry, he felt the passion of their couples, the desire they had in general. He knew whether they were excited, or depressed about their date.

It was strange for sure. And very invasive. The next thing he knew, he didn't just feel... he knew the details. He knew who or to whom those people's feelings were directed, or who had caused them.

It didn't take long for him to feel a funny thing. It was a unique warmth that made him feel relaxed and excited... It was lust. This scared Vic quite a bit.

"Right, that was... nosy."

"Is everything okay?"

"I think so. I... I could feel it. What made them unhappy. Or that they felt for each other, what made them exited. I, how do I know all that? I, it just came to me..."

"Victor, calm down. Keep calm. That's the way it is. Believe me, for a real erote is much worse. They can make an entire building excited or happy without them wanting to."

"I can do that?" Vic spoke in astonishment.

"Not if you don't want to. You can do it magically, while an erote, well, that's the nature of it."

"But that's wrong. I'm invading other people's privacy... I can make them do things they don't want to do. I don't want to do that."

"Can we go somewhere more private? I need to stop being so discreet."

They left. Now that they were finished, Vic decided it was better to go home. On the way there were very few people, they probably weren't paying attention to Vic and Custard. They could talk more freely now.

"Vic, pay attention. Yeah, the work of an erote, can, well... disrespect other people's privacy a bit. So you need to promise me a few things. Never using your powers for personal gain is one of them."

"Got it. I can do that."

"And about influencing people to do things... ideally you use these skills to just give a little push. Or to prevent a person from doing something stupid. Mostly, you can't make someone do something they don't want to do or wouldn't do. It is a big responsibility. Every erote knows and agrees with that."

Vic knew he would have responsibilities, but he never imagined it would be something so serious and with so much influence over people. It was scary to think that he had so much power now.

"And how will I know what to decide for people?"

"It won't. Will just be you and your judgment."

That only made it better. How he could decide? Vic didn't understand what love was. The reason he continued with this madness was because he wanted to understand more about it. He wanted to understand what it was like to be loved.

The answers would not come. At least not easily. This was depressing. How could he do the job without having that knowledge? Without knowing love?

He wanted to quit.

But before he could say anything, an unpleasant feeling hit Vic hard. It was intense. He tried to concentrate and understand what it was. It was very different. It was like... it was like the person was afraid to love. A very deep fear.

He didn't understand how this was possible. To feel insecure and confused, yes, but to be afraid of love? And the situation only got worse.

The focus was on Vic's house. It was coming from his parents. They must have come back early, for some reason.

So that's how your parents felt? Were they afraid of love? What exactly? He concentrated on this for a while. It was scary.

They were afraid to love each other. They were afraid to love Victor. That was... how was that possible? Not like they hated each other, they were afraid to feel love. Was that kind of feeling possible?

Custard noticed Vic's haunted expression. He decided to ask.

"Vic, what's the matter?"

"My parents. They, they... they're afraid of love. No, they're afraid TO love. Is that, is that possible?"

"It is. I'm sorry."

Was that all he was going to say to Vic? I am sorry? It wasn't very consoling. Shouldn't he be the expert? Complaining about it wasn't going to help anyone now. To make matters worse, Vic didn't know if there was anything he could do. He couldn't interfere in something personal.

Before he can criticize, he saw something curious.

There was someone nearby, someone who was certainly not from there. He was wearing some kind of armor that simulated defined chest muscles. Underneath, something resembling a leather skirt. Vic had seen this look in the passion of Christ movies, he was a Roman soldier.

He was not muscular, he seemed to be a boy in his early 20s. His hair stood out. It was bright red, as if was dyed red. It was very eye-catching. He had a smile on his face, as if he was watching a great show.

"Excuse me. Can I help you?"

"No, you don't have to... wait a minute, can you see me?"

"It's kind of hard to miss."

"But... no, not you. That's..."

He saw the backpack that Custard was hitching a ride in.

"The priest. He... he turned into a bunny." He started to laugh. "Into a fluffy bunny." He laughed even harder. He began to squirm on the floor. Did they know each other?

"Not that one." Custard spoke up. "It's one of them."

"Them what?"

"The people who attacked the sanctuary. I remember that one. He's evil."

The Roman looked more closely at Victor, who felt himself being undressed with his eyes. The stranger's smile changed from happiness to mere mockery.

"Did you give the Eros champion's blessing to this kid? It doesn't seem like much. But still, of all people. Well, do what."

"Why are you here?"

"We've found that it's easier to weaken the erotes source of power than to stay in a war of attrition with them. Kind of like the couple who live in that house."

Victor wanted to say something, but almost automatically crossed his mind that if he spoke this way, he didn't know Victor's parents or that Victor lived there. He decided to keep this to himself.

"The two are extremist Christian fanatics, typical of Americans. So bigoted that they don't want to admit that they love each other and feel desire for each other. And they still have something about a child that I don't know what it is..."

"Why does it matter to you? It's not your problem."

"Maybe. But it's a kind of situation that can be very useful. Uhm... you know, using the suffering of these two is kind of a boring improvisation, but it will do."

"Improvisation?"

"Ideally, the blessing of Eros's avatar would be better, but now it belongs to you. And it cannot be removed without absolute consent. Torturing, coercing, forcing or threatening you and the people you care about will only lock the power even more inside you. The same goes for death. So we need other forms of power. Watch."

He didn't know what exactly. Then he realized. His home, his parents... they had lost all love. He didn't understand how he knew that, but he did, and that was what mattered now. Worse than that, a pink light came out of the house towards that Roman. This light was covered with a dark light.

He had suspicions as to why. And his body was even more emphatic in understanding that he had to run. It ran into the park.

Hiding behind a tree, he took Custard out of his backpack and began to question him.

"Who is this guy?"

"It's complicated."

"What is he doing with my parents?"

"I don't know. Really, I don't know."

"Custard. You're not good at lying, okay? You think I didn't realize that you knew things earlier? And you didn't want to tell me?"

"It's because..."

"Listen. I'm only going to speak once. I never had any friends. My parents were always cold and deprived me of almost all fun." Vic was no longer scared, he was sad. "I never dressed the way I wanted to, and I never got to enjoy the good things about being a Christian. I could never tell anyone I liked boys. Every time I cum, it was because of a wet dream." He was crying a little. "I only had one friend who made me feel good about myself and I could be honest with, a friend who I feel in love with, and now he hates me. That friend who is dating a probable rapist and I don't even have the courage to fight for his love... because he doesn't want me and is happy."

Custard didn't know how to react. He didn't know because of the amnesia, so for him, it was the first time anyone had ever let off steam like that.

"I agreed to continue with these powers...because I wanted to understand what love is, what it is to be loved. You don't have to hide things from me. Please."

"Victor... I'm sorry. I..."

He had no time to apologize. The warrior caught up with him. And he was different. He had changed physically. He was bigger and more muscular, monstrous. That empty feeling was still there. It was like poison. He could feel it, the little love his parents had, inside that monster.

"Damn... the damned energy is magnificent... but it's still too much for me."

He tried to hit Vic, who managed to dodge it, something wise since that thing took down the whole tree at once.

"That power is... too much..."

"Custard, now what?"

"I don't know. That's a soldier's or a knight's responsibility."

Vic was scared. That thing had turned into an out-of-control monster. And it was using his parents' suffering as a source of energy. That was horrible. So those who were against love used suffering and doubt to get stronger? It didn't take much effort to see, they were evil villains.

Vic had to do something about it.

"You" The creature spoke up. "You have delayed our plans. It doesn't stay that way. Since it makes no difference now that the power is yours... at least I can stop you from using it."

Vic started to run. At least that thing was slow. What good was it to be the avatar of the god of love if it couldn't defeat a love opponent? Was that useless? Maybe it was the consequence of someone who doesn't know what love is being its guardian.

No. Thinking like that wasn't going to save him from danger... He needed to be smarter. He was trapped. It was hard to keep running. A boy like Victor was not exactly the apex of athleticism. He had to do something.

"What a waste. We wanted that power so badly. But as long as we could do the job from right here in this world, we can let it go. Now, if you don't mind, you need die."

Vic was scared, but he didn't want to run away. He had to do something. Anything. He tried to concentrate. Likewise, he wanted to feel things around him. That was all he had learned to do that day. Perhaps that was where what he needed to do would come from.

He felt something. It was coming from inside him. It was like a voice. In fact, It was a voice. Taught him what he had to do.

The warrior was about to punch him. Vic didn't try to escape. He just thought fast.

The blow hit Vic back, as if it had hit a solid wall. Even Custard was overcome. Vic was surrounded by a pink aura.

When they took a closer look, Vic had something in his hands. It was his pocket watch. Custard didn't really understand what was going on either.

"Don't know your name, Roman."

"Roman? A, yes. Praetor."

"Right Praetor. I will not let you strengthen yourself with the suffering of others. I am the champion of the erotes." He prayed to his pocket watch. "Gods of love... give me strength. CHANGE MY HEART!!!"

Whatever Vic had in mind, worked. He glowed with a strong, pink light. Similar to how it was in the ICU, that light gave off a warm feeling of well-being and warmth in the heart, when it passed, they saw that Vic had changed.

Her hair was pinker. And his clothes had changed. He was wearing a Greek tunic, typical of an erotes, with the difference that didn't reach the waist, leaving part of his belly, the navel specifically, exposed, showing the heart crest. Covering the intimate region, a small and tight shorts. The forearms and legs, up to the knees, were covered by a bronze armor.

Custard was impressed. He had not expected that the honorary erote could transform. At that moment, he knew that Vic was no longer a boy with powers, but a full erote.

Vic also became overwhelmed. And then, he was happy. He had forgotten that until recently, he was about to be killed by that monster. That was not even on his mind. He was feeling so good that he didn't even care.

"That's, that's being a cupid? It's... it's amazing."

"V... I mean, how did you do that?" Custard questioned.

"A voice taught me... and taught me more."

The monster tried to attack Vic in its rage. It was useless. Even though he kept his chubby stature, Vic felt lighter, more agile and stronger than ever. He didn't even realize that this was a fight, he felt so free that he felt like he was in a game.

He dodged the blows like child's play. In all his life, he never imagined that he would humiliate a big bully like that. Praetor was totally enraged and was suffering. Eventually he couldn't take it anymore.

"D, damn it. They warned me it wasn't ready."

"What wasn't ready?"

"Like I'm going to talk."

"Do as you wish. Praetor, give up now, or I will make you suffer more."

"You, you damn... I, I'm going to... damn you."

Praetor was not controlling his own power. His muscles were growing larger and larger. Vic was going to put an end to this at once.

"Evil is forbidden. Feel the power of the guardian of love and rebuke all your hatred. Healing love punch."

Vic's fists glowed brightly, and he threw a punch so fast that it went right through Praetor, as if his whole body had turned to light. Praetor exploded a pink light, expelling all the energy and suffering he had absorbed. He didn't return to normal, however. He was extremely thin, with loose armor. Armor that now had a large hole in the front and back, where the punch had hit.

"You...it doesn't stay like that."

He disappeared.

"He Apparate" Custard spoke up. "Vic, that was... amazing. I knew turning into an erote was possible, but I didn't expect to have come to that. And you did it with commendation."