“I want more freedom in my life.”

Duncan considered the magical creature’s words, and as he did, his eyes fell upon the open book on the desk. All at once, he knew what he wanted. The book symbolized for him everything that was unfair about his life, how his interests, wishes, and goals for his life were not even considered, and how everything was all decided for him in advance. Here he was, on his eighteenth birthday -- a day every other person in the world gets to celebrate, but all it meant for him was even less freedom. In that moment, he made up his mind.

"I want to be in charge of my own life," Duncan declared. "I don't necessarily want to give up royal privilege, but I'd like the freedom to decide things for myself. Can I wish for that?"

Felixia stroked her chin with her tail and regarded the request. "Hmmm.... Now that's an interesting request. It's going to take a powerful amount of magic, but fortunately, you're not dealing with a novice Felechon. I know just the spell to do the job, and, believe it or not, the conversation has to return to your penis."

"My penis? What on earth does that have to do with anything?"

"I understand your confusion. How could something so laughingly small make any difference in anything?"

Duncan opens his mouth to protest, but Felixia continues on with her explanation.

"When you ask for more freedom in your life, what you're actually asking for is the power to overcome your circumstances. Power has always been equated with sexuality, and with males, sexuality is connected to genital size. Of course, that begs the question of how humans became the dominant species on this planet. If there were any fairness in the world, the blue whale would reign supreme, but I digress.... Your power to influence your own life is directly related to your sexual potency. Whether you know it or not, understand it or not, your pecker guides your destiny. I can grant your wish, and you will actually get a 'two-for-the-price-of-one' deal, because it will involve you gaining a wee bit of length to your third leg."

Duncan regards the Felechon suspiciously. "Are you sure? Is there any danger? Any negative side effects?"

"Hardly any," purrs Felixia, reassuringly. "I'm very handy with magic, and hardly ever get it wrong, and the risk of your testicles spontaneously exploding goes down exponentially after 72 hours."

"Exploding? What say you?" Duncan covers his crotch with both hands and stares at the creature with horrified eyes.

"Just kidding," says Felixia with a giggle. "I couldn't resist. Don't worry about any explosions, unless you're talking about the likelihood of a few stray wet dreams from time to time. Besides, human testicles are so small, that 'explosion' is hardly the word -- it's more like a soap bubble popping -- no one is going to get hurt by that."

"I don't care how you describe it! You will do nothing that will endanger any part of my anatomy!"

Felixia doubles over, laughing. "You really seem attached to your package, aren't you? I guess they're right in saying, 'It's the little things that really matter.' But don't worry -- I'm kidding about the testicles. You won't feel a thing, other than an overwhelming sense of power and freedom."

Duncan looks doubtful, but says, "Very well. As long as there is no risk of harm.... So what do I do?"

Felixia answers. "First, you need to remove your clothing so nothing interferes with the spell.

"My clothing? You expect me to get undressed in front of you?"

"Relax. What have you got to be embarrassed about? You think you've got something I haven't seen before? Or are you afraid I'll be so overcome by lust when I see your bare, pink skin that I'll throw myself all over you? Well, I think I can restrain myself," Felixia says with an exaggerated yawn.

"Very well," replies Duncan, as he self-consciously undresses. "But let's get this over with quickly."

As the prince disrobes, Felixia looks about the room, studying it. "I think I'll have you stand over here, where the light is better," she says.

Duncan goes at the indicated place and stands awkwardly as the creature examines him, not knowing what to do with his hands.

"Now, if you'll just go ahead and undress like I asked you...."

"I am undressed, Felechon. I have not a scrap of clothing on me!"

"Really?" answers Felixia, stepping closer and squinting. "It really is hard to tell with humans. Honestly, I don't know why you bother putting on clothing at all!" She squints and moves her face closer to Duncan's crotch. "Oh, this is going to be more difficult than I thought; my eyesight must be failing me after all these years. I wish I had my reading glasses. Are you sure you removed all your clothing? Could you at least point toward your penis, so I can zero in on where it might be?"

Duncan turns red with embarrassment and anger. "How can you not see it? It is right in front of you!"

"So you say, so you say..." says Felixia, dubiously. "Maybe if you stand closer to the window, where it is brighter?"

Duncan impatiently steps to the window, hands on his hips as Felixia continues her inspection.

"I'm sorry... I'm still not seeing it," she says. Then, as if a lightbulb has gone off in her head, she says, "Of course! You probably have one that remains inside until you are aroused -- much like the Snow Gators of Mount Recluse! Fascinating things -- the cold temperatures would freeze their 'nads right off if they were left dangling in the snow all the time, so their genitals remain warm and snug inside until they get that lovin' feelin'.... Is that how it is with you?"

"Creature, I don't know what's wrong with your vision, but my penis is right out here in the open. Look at it!" Duncan grabs ahold of his cock with one hand and holds it out for Felixia's inspection. She moves in closely, narrowing her eyes and sniffing tentatively. Without word, she directs Duncan even closer to the window, until he finds himself sitting on the windowsill, sideways, with his back against one edge of the open window, straddling the sill, with one leg hanging out and the other inside.

"Hmm.... I think you're right," says Felixia. "The light does help. I think I see it now that you have ahold of it. You're sure that's not just a hangnail?"

Duncan struggles to keep his temper under control. "Quite sure. Now will you please just get on with it?"

"Of course. Um.... Don't take this the wrong way, but are you... um.... aroused?"

"Aroused?"

Felixia sighs. "I mean, are you erect? I don't mean to offend your sense of manhood or anything, but I really can't tell if this is all you've got."

"Of course I am not," Duncan says, color rising in his cheeks.

"Well, that's a relief," says the Felechon. "If that was as good as it gets, I wasn't sure even I would be able to do much for you. Well, first thing's first... You need to get hard."

"What?"

"You need to get erect. If I do this spell while you are limp, it won't work at all. This is a spell to increase your potency. How can you be at all potent if you are ... well... impotent? So... what do you need? A magazine? Some lube? Want me to assume a pleasing shape like a Marbeast with engorged tentacles?"

"I can't believe I am doing this," says Duncan, irritably, as he begins to stroke his penis. "I am a prince of the realm -- I haven't had to resort to this in years -- and never with an audience!"

Felixia watches with half interest. "Let me know when you are hard... and please don't be all day about it. Would it help if I sing you a song?"

"It would help if you stop distracting me," says Duncan, who has broken out in a sweat as he tries to focus his thoughts in tune with his furious stroking.

Felixia paces patiently, occasionally breaking out in a distracted whistle. After several minutes Duncan announces, "There... it is done. Tell me now that you can't see my manhood!" Proudly he displays his fully erect cock to Felixia, beaming as if he is showing off a fine thoroughbred.

Felixia purrs contentedly. "Oh yes, I do see it. That's fine. I see it perfectly. And so do the people in the courtyard, it would appear."

Duncan follows Felixia's gaze out the widow and sees several of the castle's servant girls, standing in the courtyard below, looking up at him, pointing and laughing.

Mortified, Duncan tumbles out of the window, back into the library and finds Felixia rolling around on the floor, laughing uncontrollably, holding her sides.

"Oh, superb! That was SO well done! That was just...." She bursts out in a new fit of laughter, unable to finish her sentence.

"Laugh all you want, creature! Just do your spell quickly," demands the prince.

Felixia finishes her laughing fit and says, "Spell? Oh yeah.... Um....Well, I hate to tell you this, but there's no spell for what you want done."

"What?! Then why did you have me undress and beat off in the window?"

"Because it was funny as hell! Oh, I haven't laughed that hard in a century!"

Furious, Duncan reaches out to strangle Felixia, who disappears in a yellowish swirl before reappearing atop a nearby bookshelf.

"I'm sorry, young Spareling, but I couldn't help it. Human males will believe anything if it is connected to their penises. Honestly... 'Your power is tied to the length of your schlong?' Who thinks that could be true? But you lot think the whole world revolves around your sausage. Tell a human male that the fate of all mankind rests upon what he has between his legs, and he’ll never question it. ‘Of course, why wouldn’t everyone be as fascinated with my tool as I am?’”

Angrily, the prince retrieves his clothes and puts them on. "So everything you said about helping me was a lie," he said, sulkily.

"Not at all. Well, the part about giving you a wish was a lie. What do I look like -- a genie in a lamp? Please! But I am going to help you -- more than you know. You want control over your life? Well, guess what? Your wish is granted!"

Duncan glowers at the creature. "More jokes at my expense?"

"Not at all! So you want to do what you want in your life? What's holding you back? No one is chaining you to this castle. No one is forcing you to live a life of luxury. You're the one who is keeping yourself here. Either all this stuff matters to you more than your freedom or it doesn't -- it's up to you. So if you don't want to spend your birthday here in the library, go ahead and leave. The door isn't locked, you know."

Duncan considers her words as he tucks in his shirt. "There is some wisdom to your words," he admits.

"So stop living your life according to what others think you should do. Be your own man! And guess what? As an added bonus, I'll stick around and give you some helpful advice. I've kind of taking a shining to you; you're way more entertaining that MacTavish ever was."

"You'll help me? Like the way you helped me make a fool of myself in front of the servants?"

"Oh, get over it... It was harmless. Besides, I am a pretty shrewd judge of humans, and I saw more than one of those young ladies who was looking at you with more than a passing interest."

Duncan looks unconvinced. "But what if I don't want you hanging around me? You are a notorious trickster, after all."

"True," admits Felixia, "but I sense you have a bit of the trickster in you, too. Maybe that's why I see so much potential in you. But, if you don't want me around to help you with my sage counsel, just say the word, and you will be free of me."