Welcome

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Hello. This 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 as a magical girl(Mahō shōjo) or, in this case, a magical boy. The original author, Zuke, give me permission to publish that story, so check out his works, 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 that offends you or is illegal in your region, please don't read.

Chapter Notes

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Hello. This chapter contains two relevant pieces of information.

First, I wrote it in English from the beginning. So suggestions, advice and criticism are very welcome.

Second, finally some ... action in fact happens. And I would like to get some advice about Custard. Is it an is a good idea put him into some sexual stuff? Lots of you would see this as bestiality and is not a cool stuff.

And now the news things. This chapter was edited with a help of an editor Earth-Boy. Thanks to him, now the english is much more readable. I Expect this relationship last longer.

For now, just have a good read.

Comments can be sent to: wanjosh@protonmail.com

Good Reading.

Forceful release

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The best weeks of Vic's life were over. Like the being had predicted, From then on, it would only be suffering

Vic was starting at his new school and things were not going well. Berto had assured Vic would not receive a great welcome and already rumors were spreading. All the students knew Vic was gay and, worse, believed he was some sort of sex freak.

Vic, however, was neither surprised nor distressed. His responsibilities as an Erote boy let him know there were worse things in the world than rumors. He was also still good at escaping from bullies. And lucky, too, for He didn't cross paths with Berto; they were in different classes.

But still it was rough. Unlike his old school, he missed having someone to call a friend. The idea that the kids here merely tolerated him was strange now.

Vic also had to get used to another obstacle: the emotions he could feel all around the school. They were of all types and intensities. If he didn't have the level of self-control he possessed, it would drive him mad. Custard had warned him about that, saying places like hospitals were the worst, even for Misitos.

Speaking of Misitos, since the square incident they hadn't tried to do anything more. It was the only positive thing that week.

So young, and Vic was almost burned out. The life of magical boy is not easy.

Custard was teaching Vic how to handle so many emotions. It was tough, but he was making some progress. Custard was also worried that Vic would become obsessive with his duties. He didn't deserve that; he still needed a normal boy's life.

"Remember that mantra when you feel anxious about so many emotions," he told Vic.

"Thanks. That will help."

"Vic, can I talk to you about something? Look, you are a great erote. I don't have doubts about that. So why not take a break? Try to get a friend and do some extra activities? Maybe a hobby. For example, in my free time, I study lots of languages. And I even become fluent in some then."

"Really?" asked Vic. "Such as?"

"Bom, se me permite dizer, eu aprendi muito assistindo novelas brasileiras. Uma coisa que temos em comum com os mexicanos."

Vic smiled a little. This was something he didn't expect from Custard.

"Why Portuguese?"

"To read some books in their original language. And who doesn't like some drama? In fact, you're Brazilian, right?"

"Yeah, but that's nothing, really. My parents moved here when I was young, and I never learned Portuguese."

"Oh," Custard replied. "But if you were older than just a toddler when you moved, you probably would have learned it. But language was just an example. Do you not have anything you want to do? Watch movies, play video games, read some books?"

Vic reflected. "I never thought about that. And now isn't time for it."

Custard decided to drop the subject and give Vic some space. This would take a while, and fighting about it could, well, make things worse. He decided to try taking it one step at a time. He really wanted Vic to be more ... normal. And he could be normal, despite the circumstances.

But for now Custard could see trying to reign in Victor's enthusiasm would be futile. Vic needed to learn this on his own. Custard could see he would be starting having doubts, and then he could start the discussion again.

-//-

The next day was terrible. Nobody wanted to team with Vic, so he had to do his classwork alone. It was hard; he didn't do well and received a bad grade. If things stayed like that, his grades would be low, very much as his expectations already were.

Between classes Vic went to the washroom to pee. Although there were urinals he felt embarrassed to use one, so he went in one of the toilet stalls instead. Before he came out, however, he heard at least two other people come in. Worse, he overheard the door being locked.

A voice asked, "Why did you lock the door?"

"Well, nobody is here," came the reply. "So I think we can have more freedom today, right, slut?"

"Slut?" thought Vic. "Who's talking like that? And where have I heard those voices before? Wait---I remember. They're a team in my class, but it's not a good pair-up: one of them just bullies the other into doing all the work."

Vic prayed they would not notice him in the washroom. It would not be a good idea show himself to a bully. Perhaps he could quietly sneak out and escape.

But then Vic started to feel ... a warm sensation. An excitement in his loins. A forbidden wish that he fought to suppress. Lust.

"Lust? Why lust? And ... is mutual?"

Vic opened the stall door a little and watched though the gap, mesmerized. The two other boys were indeed the ones he had suspected they were.

One of them was small, even smaller than Vic, skinny, with a fragile frame and greasy blond hair. The other was the opposite, big and fat. But not like Vic; he was less pudgy, with large and firm arms and legs.

The smaller boy knelt in front of the big one's groin, who had already unbuckled his pants and pushed them down. Vic wanted to close the door and wait, but could not. He felt an urge to watch that ... bully? Yet at this point he was unable to determine which of the two was the real bully.

The little one pulled down the big one's underwear. From that angle, Vic could not see how the big one junk was, but he could almost feel it. Perhaps it was due to his new senses of feeling. He could almost smell the musky scent of the bully's penis.

"This can't be possible." Vic thought. "He is much further away but ... I'm sure I can smell it!"

And feel it too. He not only could see the little one jerking the bully, he could almost feel the warm and the soft texture in his hand. Was that normal? No, it couldn't be. Vic knew he could sense other people's emotions, but he had no idea he could feel their senses,

His thoughts were interrupted by the inevitable course of events. The little one started sucking the big one off.

Vic turned red in shame and decided close the stall door. But ... he could not. His body didn't seem to obey him; it wanted to watch the act. From where he was hiding he could not see the younger boy's face nor the bully's dick, but his mind was filling in the gaps well enough.

Vic could almost feel the heat and texture in his mouth too. The bully's penis was big. He didn't know how, but Vic know it was.

He could feel their emotions and their mutual desire for sex. But he also felt something was wrong. But what, he couldn't figure out. He was intoxicated with that ... emphatic blowjob, for lack of a better term.

"Dammit faggot, I'm going to cum! Don't miss any drops!"

The bully came into the smaller one's mouth, who swallowed it all without complaint. Vic could not sense the taste, but he felt the sensation of something hot going down his throat.

Finally, Vic moved away from the door and sat down on the toilet seat, feeling tired and sweaty. He was convinced that, somehow, he had experienced the two boys' sexual pleasure.

Hearing the bathroom's door unlock, Vic once more peeked into the washroom. Only the bully remained, washing his groin in the sink. The smaller one had obviously left already. Without really thinking, Vic left the stall, surprising and alarming the bully.

Suddenly angry, the bully grabbed Vic and shoved him against the wall. For the first time Vic got a good look at him. He was a little taller than Vic and some of his hair was streaked blond by dye. Judging by the clothes, he was not an athlete nor even popular; just a big chunk of muscle and brute force.

"You ..." he growled at Vic. "Hey, you're the new faggot, right? Were you watching me?"

"It was an accident," Vic replied, firmly. "I was here first. And who are you to call me a faggot? You just raped that boy!"

The bully leered. "Raped him? Are you crazy? He agreed to it! He's a fucking cocksucker and I just used him a little. It's not like I love him."

"Bad excuse."

"Look, fat ass! *He* came to me asking for cock. *He* said he wanted to be treated rough. A slut like him probably likes the humiliation. So I'm just giving him what he wants!"

Vic didn't believe him; he perceived something was wrong in their relationship. It seemed toxic in some way, but the strange sex had made his senses blow up. He could not feel anything beyond that.

He almost forgot the situation he had gotten himself into: up against a washroom wall, cornered by a jerk. He needed to think fast. "Look, if this is really something mutual ... I won't tell anybody. But if you raped him, you'll be in trouble. Big time!"

The bully paused to think for a few seconds, then landed a swift punch to Vic's stomach. Vic fell to his knees in pain.

"How can *you* can make *me* suffer something, faggot?" asked the bully. He let go of Vic and left the washroom.

Vic took a few minutes to recover and settle down. Taking blows like that without being transformed was hard. But he was also relieved the bully had failed to notice something. Vic had cum from the experience; his shorts were clearly messy. It would not be good if he discovered that Vic experience pleasure by watching them.

-//-

For the next few days Vic watched the pair and quickly learned their names.

The little one was Zacky. He had shaggy hair and a small frame. The big one was Davis. Rather to Vic's surprise, they were very different from the tropes he expected. Davis was quiet, and like Vic the others in the school merely tolerated him. On the other hand, Zacky was a golden boy with top grades and was well-known in extracurricular activities. Even through he was a nerd, others left him alone and didn't bully him.

It made Vic think that maybe Davis was telling the truth, that the rough treatment was a mutual fetish. But still it didn't seem right. Vic felt something was toxic in their relationship. But what?

Vic wanted to get closer to them, but it was not an option. Zacky was too popular to hang with a fat gay boy from Brazil, and Davis was always angry and aggressive towards him. Vic concluded he could not become friends with either of them, nor come to an understanding of their relationship.

He continued to maintain a low profile while spying on them. And whenever they got alone together, Vic somehow always felt what they were doing. And the sensations were almost insane.

One time, when Davis fingered Zacky, Vic almost blew his cover. And even after they stopped, he was still feeling full on the inside and his legs were numb. If that was what he felt with a fingers or two, he could just imagine a what a real cock would be like!

Too soon the desires came. Vic fought against them, feeling the need to focus. But for sure they felt good ...

No. It was not the time for this.

At home the sexual tension was making Vic clumsy and distracted. Even his parents noticed. Their first instinct was to ask if Berto was hanging around again with their son. He told them the truth: no. In fact, Berto hated him. They suggested Vic apologizes to Berto, but he replied he was willing to just let it go.

Custard, however, was not so easily fooled. He served the erotes, and he knew sexual tension when he saw it.

"Victor." he asked that evening, "how is school? Hard?"

"Yes. It's hard trying to do schoolwork when you can feel the love."

"Love?" Custard chuckled. "You know, there are many types of love. Passion, crush ... sexual."

"Come on, Custard. Sex, in the school?"

"You know, when the erotes saved me, I was enrolled in a very special school, where sex and body discovery were not forbidden. Twelve-year-old boys and girls are horny like rabbits. Maybe that's why I turned into one."

"And you are telling me this, why?"

"Vic, you aren't the only to have powers to feel emotions. I trained a lot to do this, too. I know you have lots of sexual tension and are, well, fucking horny."

At first Custard's comments made Vic angry. But he knew Custard would never shame him on purpose, and trusted him enough to talk about it.

"Well, it all started by accident. And I think I found a new target."

Vic told Custard all about the last weeks with Zacky and Davis. About their unusual relationship. About their sexual adventures in school. And how difficult it was to determine what was wrong in their relationship, because every attempt he made was thwarted by him feeling all the sex they had.

Custard listened to it all, not bothering to hide the smile on his face. Vic saw that as a bad sign.

"Well, personally," said Custard, "I never know that erotes could feel the carnal acts of other people. Just their emotions, like I do. But what you describe reminds me a little some type of tantric sex. Look, I'm not saying that it's the cause, but I think you trying to repress sex is just making you super horny. And seeing it live, well, it activates some complex pleasure senses."

"That's ... that's ridiculous."

"Really? Well, answer me this. When was the last time you relieved yourself ?"

"Well ... who cares?"

"I care. Victor ... I like you. You're a good boy. I really want you have a normal, happy life. You are putting too much pressure on yourself and your duty. Now, I'm happy you take this seriously, but it can't be at the cost of your happiness."

"Happiness is a lot more than just sex."

"Maybe, but it is a great start. Let me say this in another way. You can vent your horniness now, or you will have indirect sex whenever you're trying to do your job with the new targets."

Vic didn't like receiving an ultimatum from an ambiguous horny rabbit, but the sexual things he was feeling while trying to spy on his targets were a big problem. But he had doubts that a bit of self-pleasure would change things much.

"Vic, can I ask why you suppress your urges so much?"

"Well ... it happened a little before I meet Berto. I was horny, and I didn't really understand how to relieve myself. By coincidence a teacher got more ... intimate ... with me. He probably knew how to recon a dumb boy like me. He answered some of my questions and doubts. We started to become friends. He was gentle. But was also a lie. All he really wanted to do was molest me. He started to ask strange questions and ... some other things. You know, he wanted photos and that sort of stuff. I didn't give those to him but ... I was so hungry for contact that ... I agreed in sleep with him."

"Don't feel so bad. You're not the first boy to do something like that."

"Thankfully, he never touched me. At the last minute I saw how stupid now, probably thinking I'll denounce him. So that's why don't like doing dirty things so much."

Custard listened with nostalgic sentiment. It was a very common story for lots of boys from across the years enrolled in his academy. But at the same time, Vic was different from those boys. He didn't have the same sexual feelings like any of his fellow students.

Anyway, Custard could not overlook that. Vic's sexual repression was a burden that needed some resolution.

"Well ... I'm sorry about your bad experience. But it doesn't change a thing. You need to relieve yourself, or else you will have tantric sex with the targets every time."

"You talk about it as if it was easy."

"Come on. It's just like a simple five vs one fight. You know how do that, right? Hey, I can make myself scarce for a while, so you can have privacy."

"It's not that. I can't just get excited when I want to. Believe me."

"Okay. But for this mission, you should try to get some relief. I'll never force you to do something you don't want, so for now, let's just go to sleep."

Both fall asleep, Custard almost immediately. But Vic took a few minutes to think about their conversation. After what had happened with his former teacher and Berto, Vic still viewed sex as a dirty desire. And now he needed relieve himself to do his duty?

At the same time, something Custard said was true: Vic was so focused on his duty that he was not really living. He had finally gained some measure of happiness. His family sounded and acted like a real family again. He could do the things most boys do. So why wasn't he doing it?

Victor had grown up believing sex was dirty, and his experience with the teacher had merely reinforced it. Maybe he did deserve some relief. But not now. All he wanted to do now was sleep.

-//-

After a good night's sleep, Vic awoke earlier than usual and chose to laze about in bed. There was some time yet to go before starting the day.

He was still thinking about the talk he and Custard had last night, and he noticed something very different this morning.

He had a boner.

It was odd. Normally he just had wet dreams and woke up messy. Never before had he awoken with erection. Maybe it was a consequence of the sexual talk last night.

Well, Custard was still sleeping, so maybe it was worth a try. Vic grabbed his boner and start to stroke, slow and delicate. Then he closed his eyes to visualize something hot. But at the moment he was unable to think of anything. Then he had an idea, and his imagination did the rest of the job.

Custard, laying at his side, woke up to Vic's movement. The rabbit felt happy for Vic, seeing he was finally having some fun. He also saw, a bit to his surprise, that Vic was left-handed.

"Well done." he thought. "So ... what are you thinking about, you naughty boy?"

Custard, of course, receives no response to his silent question. Vic's face bore a serious expression, not one of relaxation as he focused on his task. Custard could not personally recall anyone who had showed so much focus on only his thoughts; the exception was when he or his master meditated.

Was Vic really just seeking how go about a task to accomplish a greater mission? Custard would be disappointed, but he knew Vic wanted to be happy. Vic was not a magical erote because he was a soldier; it was because he wanted to do good. He would learn to be more open and cheerful to life's fun.

He felt he should give Vic some privacy, but it was a good time to see some dick in action. Custard couldn't resist and got a little closer to watch the show.

He really wanted to pay a penny for Vic's thoughts.

-//-

Victor was always good at visualizing things. More than just his imagination, he was good at seeing things that were not there, an ability that would make mages and magicians envious. Equipped with this talent, he visualized his fantasy.

He was in a bedroom, but not his own. It was Berto's rom, as he imagined it would look. He knew about Berto's double life, so his room of it was clear and pristine, even it was more serene than it actually was.

Looking down at the floor, he saw something peeking out from under the bed. Berto's clothes. These were more like the ones Berto usually wore. Vic realized Berto was keeping them hidden out of sight under the bed. Predictable, but clever. His parents never went into his room.

Vic was lying in Berto's bed. Unlike the tidy room, the bed was messy. Berto was probably up, having left home without bothering to make the bed. Made sense; Vic had doubts as to how clean and organized Berto actually was.

Vic made himself more comfortable on the sheets. There were still warm. Even in his imagination and not a dream, he felt sleepy in the sheets. And safe. Were Berto actually his friend, he could feel safe here, finally.

The warm sensation was great, and Vic felt the butterflies in his stomach again. He could even smell Berto's scent in the sheets. That damned smell.

Vic was in the bed, naked, now with a fully erect penis.

"You got hard just from my scent? How much pervert of are you?"

Surprised, Vic looked up and saw Berto, who was nude as well. Not that Vic had to work hard to imagine it; he had seen Berto naked before. He had a petite frame, but certainly was not skin and bones. His body was smooth and in good shape for a boy his age.

Vic, on the other hand, was fat. Not fully obese, but he was very chubby---belly, arms, thighs, cheeks, and chest were all over-sized. His chest seemed to have more fat than other parts of his body, which gave the impression he had breasts. For the longest time Vic had been ashamed of his body. But Berto had helped him to like himself, which was why they were now both naked together.

"I'm just taking care of some problems."

"And why are you thinking about me?"

"Why not? I loved you. I love you."

"You know I'm just in your mind, right? You're just agreeing with yourself."

"A little. Just ... can we do this quickly? It'll be easier to pretend this never happened."

"So this is how your see me?"

"Well, in my imagination. Uh, can we have this discussion another time?"

"Fair enough."

Berto climbed into the bed and went for Vic's crotch. He stared at his dick for a few seconds. It wasn't much not much longer usual, just about eight centimeters, but Vic was proud that it seemed thicker than average. Berto seemed to like it too, for he wasted no time licking the glans. Then he put it into his mouth and started sucking greedily.

Victor moaned. This was good, for sure. He'd never done this before, so all he had to rely on was Berto's descriptions. But visualizing it now, stroking really brought out the pleasure. Berto was good. At least that was how Vic was imagining him. The moisture and texture of his mouth were almost insane.

Back in reality, Custard was becoming more excited with every passing second. Vic was moaning with great pleasure. "He probably is just a virgin if he can get that level of pleasure simply by masturbating." Custard thought. "Wow! This is hot!"

In his mind, Vic moaned and squirmed on the bed. Berto was a strong lover and an astounding cocksuckcer.

"So, you're liking this?"

"Y---yes!"

"Just imagine the real thing."

"I, I have some idea, from the boys I've been watching."

"But you believe the real thing is much better, right?"

"If that you are saying, yes!"

"Well, let me try something. I mean, I'm sure it's something you want to try."

Berto pulled off from Vic's short but thick cock, then put his fingers into his own mouth, lubing them with split. Vic swallowed. He knew what was coming.

When well lubed up, Berto started poking at Vic's hole. Vic began to shiver in anticipation. Berto pressed harder, pushing past the resistance of Vic's skin. He slipped in.

"A, AHH!"

"Relax. Just remember what you feel when you see the boys doing the same thing."

"It's ... a little intense."

"This is just the beginning."

While he probed Vic's rear, Berto resumed working on his cock. Vic was moaning loudly, unaware this cries could well wake up his parents. Custard was thinking of warning him, but he would lose the show.

His stokes were now faster. In Vic's mind, Berto was now on the verge of milking out his sweet cum. He would never could imagine anything naughtier; his own mind seemed to betray him.

After some time, Berto goes off from Vic's cock to lick his ass.

"No ... no ... it's dirty!"

"You?" the imaginary Berto asked. "Vic, you're the cleanest boy I ever met. It's more like I'm making you dirty by licking there."

Vic understood this was his mind coping with his desires. It would be better not go against it.

Vic felt his climax coming, the desired end of his first jerk-off. The power of his imagination, the sexual feelings of his targets, his own lust for Berto, and his new erote essence burning in his soul ... all pushed Vic's pleasure to levels he'd never felt before.

"Berto ... I'm ... eu, eu vou ... algo quer sair!"

He felt the final crescendo when Berto, at least in Vic's mind, hit his boy button in the depth of his ass.

"Eu ... VOU GOZAR!!!"

The climax came. Vic's mind went blank. Berto's room, Berto, they all disappeared.

Vic could feel his penis spurting thick ropes of cum. A great volume, at least three, maybe four or more shots. Vic felt his body, already hot, get hotter as his cum rained down upon it. His torso and even his face were hit by his boy's milk.

His left hand too. It was soaked in his cum. Hot, gooey, and smelling like bleach. To his genuine and disgusting surprise, the smell excited him even more.

Vic finally started to open his eyes, slowly. The first thing he saw was his hand. He had really needed to cum by himself. His milk was yellowish.

"Caralho ... wait, what am I saying? This ... another language? Do I know another language? Fuck, Custard, I can't believe you're right. That ... that was ... way more intense than I thought! And good, too! But don't get obsessed with it, Victor. It's just so you can seek targets without getting aroused. Today you will see ... MAS QUE MERDA É ESSA?"

Now fully awake, Vic witnessed the most bizarre thing he had yet seen in his young life. Custard had probably watched him and was now covered in his cum. This should have been normal and acceptable; after all they slept in the same bed.

But Custard was licking himself, as if he was covered in honey or chocolate. He was tasting Vic's milk with gusto. And judging by the look his face, the rabbit was not the last one to cum.

Actually, Vic wondered, does Custard have a penis? He had never seen him in the bathroom. Did he also have an anus? But when Custard started to lick the cum that was dripping from Vic's belly, those thoughts suddenly vanished.

"CUSTARD! WHAT THE HELL?"

Custard stopped what he was doing and looked at Vic with big guilty eyes.

"Vic ... this ... I can explain."

"Okay, go ahead."

"I realize I probably broke an unspoken rule of personal space here, and this is probably hideous ..."

"And a crime in a hundred and fifty countries."

"It's just I couldn't resist. Oh, this is so embarrassing. Cum is my, you know, kink. I just wanted to see you cumming, but when both of us got smeared by your seed ... the smell activated my points and ..."

"Just, just stop talking, you horny bastard. You're lucky I'm in a good mood now. But if I see you doing it again, I really don't know what I might do. But I'll do it."

"Again? So do you like masturbation?"

"Maybe, maybe not. It all just seems so bizarre right now. Now, if you'll let me, I need to clean the bedsheets; they are ..."

The sheets aren't dirty.

Vic got a little suspicious and faced Custard, who tried to hide his true expression with a small smile. He had eaten the cum fast enough that the sheets were not dirty. It made Vic shiver.

"Well, if I don't need to clean the sheets, at least I have to clean myself!" He and Custard went to the bathroom clean off the results of Vic's first deliberate cum. And he admitted, it was good. Maybe Custard was right, and he was his duty too seriously.

But for now he had targets to look after: Zacky and Davis and their strange relationship. But he would no longer be distressed by the feelings they have.

-//-

Far away from Vic's house, Praetor was feeling pain. The punishment for his last failure had ended. His arm hurt badly and was dripping blood. Or was it blood? The drops were black, and they evaporated when they hit the floor. Praetor's blood was more like a gas than a fluid.

Right now, merely looking for a new target to steal their love not would be enough, The Magic Boy must go down. And he had the perfect source for a specter that could do the job.