Shocked, you ask? Well...they had an inkling of what to expect, but...
Adam sauntered into the aisle, his small body wrapped in a twin-tailed jacket. It neatly split just above his waist, and its ends swished as he walked — his brown tail amongst them. Beneath it an emerald-gold glimmer seduced nearby watchers, a thin G-string swept up between his fluffy ass cheeks, reflecting the stage-light. As he walked, he paused to twirl. To Mike and Dan his front was briefly visible, but no less risque. Buttons on his jacket were undone, leaving the purple-hued cloth to separate across his chest and torso. His chest was bare, clothed only by the gold trim of his jacket as it was thrown about wildly. A small piercing in his belly shone also, its tail-like trickle of beads shivering at the slightest motion of its owner's body. Matching his rear, the front portion of his thong was no less skimpy. Nestling a soft bulge, it drew many eager eyes away from his face for what fleeting seconds they were privy to it. Not that there was anything wrong with his face, as the two jocks would discover once they could seal their mouths shut after having them hang agape for far too long...
His pointed ears held in place a tiny feathered array one might call a hat — or perhaps a headdress. It was similarly sequined and seductively fashioned, at least to those who had an interest in soft, delicate males. But what really caught the eye was the mask. Two deep, sweeping halves covered the upper cheek, nose, and brow, terminating in a split/frayed end on both sides. It seemed to be held in place by...well...magic, as no straps or strings or adhesive spots were sighted. Mike and Dan looked away, having seen enough by now. Undeterred, Adam surveyed the crowd; studying who, what, and where.
By this point in time the other two performers had revealed themselves, springing from amongst the audience and surprising many, who swore they saw ordinary attendees sitting there moments ago. They too moved towards the stage, joining Adam. Two female rabbits, white as snow. Their masks were simpler, lesser...but that didn't harm their looks. Bodies bound in bead-lined bikinis. Soft fur and long ears. Big, buck-toothed smiles.
Now this is something to stare at,
thought the rowdy males.
Mike licked his lips. He couldn't help it, and wasn't sure if it was the dryness of the air or the babes on display that forced him to concede to his tongue's wants. Dan scratched his leg, nudging forward on his seat as a tightness formed in his pants.
Fuck dude,
he wanted to tell his friend,
maybe we'll enjoy this, huh?
The very camp and scantily-clad Magician took each girl underarm, leading them up a handful of rungs onto the stage. Each of them took a step in tandem, making each motion of their hips as sensual as possible. Two cotton-white pom-poms bobbed side-to-side, sandwiching a coiling brown tail. Tight clothing pinched cheeks and squeezed curves. In the targeted light every smooth, flowing motion was amplified, the audience drinking in every sweet second.
"I can't believe he's actually doing this shit," whispered Dan.
"I know, right?" Mike strained as the rabbit girls turned to face the onlooking crowd, his dick tickled by their forms and features. "I can't believe he's got girls this hot to help him!"
"Yeah...weird, isn't it? Does he do the whole 'gay best friend' bit as well?"
"Who knows bruh. Shut up and let's see what he starts doin'."
Both big cats made an effort to keep their mouths shut and watch, safe in the knowledge that only they knew about dear old Adam's professional escapades. It would be worth it just to see him realise just who they were...
* * *
The performance progressed at a steady pace, starting with simple tricks and illusions you might find in an ordinary magic show. Card tricks, disappearing objects, a hidden dove — that sort of thing. The only 'adult' quality to events thus far was the performer's attire and their movements, designed to be sensual — lithe bodies twisting and sliding against one another. The women were still the focus of Mike and Dan's lust, the pair ignoring the details of most of the act. Adam was slowly falling by the wayside, despite the whole purpose of their attendance being to score something embarrassing about an old classmate.
"Thank you ladies," Adam purred as his two assistants took a bow, "I'll need both of you to prepare for our next illusion." With that, he dismissed the two bunnies. They scooted offstage, leaving him standing alone on an empty stage. The only furnishing a small table to one side, which was quickly spirited away by a stagehand dressed in solid black.
The audience held their breath.
"I take it you've all enjoyed our performance so far?" he asked, hearing a hushed chorus of agreement. Adam smiled. His mask flashed as the lights skipped across to stage right. An anonymous, black-clad helper brought out a normal-sized top hat. Nothing untoward about it at all. Adam took it, showed it to the audience, verifying that it was as normal as could be.
"Let's change things up a bit," he said, "I know what kinda show this is, and what you lovely, lovely audience members want." A random person hooted. "I've been teasing you thus far, I'm afraid to admit. Giving you something mundane. Ordinary." He turned, back facing the crowd. His left leg rested, and Adam placed all his weight on his right, increasing the tautness of his rear. After a flick of his tail, he slapped a hand onto his ass, running it down his thigh. "You all want something...much more entertaining..."
He swivelled back around, standing straight while holding the hat in both hands. As the audience watched, he slowly, seductively, glided his fingers across the brim. Over and under, plunging his arm into the hat — far beyond what was possible. He grimaced, and pretended to struggle. He appeared to be stuck. Trying to pull something out of the hat.
Mike and Dan, meanwhile, were mostly tuned out. They were feeling time drag on, terminally bored by the sheer length of the show, and the tonne of adulation by the surrounding audience only encouraged the show to keep on going. They cursed the lack of pretty women onstage.
It would all be worth it,
they consoled themselves,
just to make Adam squirm.
Once they had a copy of tonight's show, they were golden. Show it to some friends, some like-minded dudebros, and let the bullying begin all over again!
The Magician was busy carrying out his trick — feigning difficulty removing whatever it was out of the top hat. Suddenly, he roared...and a puffy white blur exploded from the rim of the hat, rapidly expanding into a person.
The two felines shot bolt upright, their attention restored.
One of the white rabbit assistants, buck naked, landed on her large feet to the sheer surprise of everyone watching. She clutched her breasts and placed a hand over her groin, acting shocked and distraught. Adam gestured to his lovely assistant as the crowed 'ooh-ed' and 'aah-ed', basking in the glory of their cries.
Only a gay guy could do that without popping a boner in front of everyone,
Dan thought.
But...how the fuck did he do it!?
"Dan," Mike said, his eyes darting between the stage and his friend, "he's really good. Like...really fuckin' good!"
"Shut up — I know! Just watch 'til the end and buy a recording."
Dan fumed. He thought Mike might be having the same thoughts. Not good thoughts — awkward ones. The show was too well-put-together, too competent...and too god-damned sexy to really make it humiliating. What would someone say when they showed them it? 'Wow, that's hot'?
What good was making all of this known if nobody was going to focus on Adam?
The nude rabbit smirked as her faux-surprise turned to knowing glee. Adam handed her the top hat, still miraculously in one piece after unleashing a full-sized person from its narrow confines. She took it gladly, using it to shield her privates from view. The audience groaned, but this had been anticipated. She winked and turned to the side, the outline of her curves presented to everyone. The thickness of her thighs, supporting a round ass and puffy tail, the arced contour of her back as one's gaze traversed upwards. Her pretty smile, and generous cleavage barely-constrained by her free arm. The music changed, and she began a short burlesque routine.
Cheers rang through the hall. Yet Dan couldn't hear them. He sat, rigid. Fighting the sensations surging through his junk. Mike wasn't as bad as his fellow feline. The puma watched with interest as the bunny gyrated around Adam. Her fluffy form flowed around him. He responded gracefully, guiding his own body to accommodate her movement. Occasionally, he acted unwilling — a subtle joke to the audience about his own preferences — and she strove to excite him. Their heads touched, mouths apart, and broke away. She coiled around his body, the true extent of her nudity kept at bay by the deft placement of Adam's own figure.
Mouths watered among the audience members, and as the erotic display came to an end there were many demands uttered by the silent, sultry stares of the crowd.
