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[b][u][center]Falling Angel, Rising Friend

Part 1

For AkimitsuSevecan

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

“Thaaaank you,” Lykus said, the black and white wolf shuffling his new spell-card into one of the many deck boxes that he wore around his waist. “That’ll go really nice with the control cards. So, how much do I owe you?”

“Mmmmph…”

“Oh, I can take it for free? Thank you!”

The wolf grinned wide at the sprawled-out hog in a hammock. It wasn’t the first time that his blowjob technique for harvesting spells had left the originator completely exhausted, but it was still just as funny as the first time that he’d seen it happen. Some men really just couldn’t keep going after the first time, and as talented as this big boar was with his body-control spells, he just didn’t have the stamina for a second go.

Then again, Lykus did pride himself on his oral skills. He wiped the back of his arm against his lips, smearing the last bit of seed against his cheeks, and nodded to himself.

“I’ll come back if your change your mind,” the wolf said, walking around the room and eventually finding his pants. “You know, you could keep this place just a bit cleaner. Just because you’re a pig doesn’t mean you have to live in a sty.”

“Nnngh…”

“Come on. It’s not that bad.”

“Sucked my brain…out through…my dick…”

“And people pay for that, you know.”

“Mmmph…”

“Oh, you’ll be fine. Just give it a day and you’ll be right back to humping faces again.”

Lykus chuckled as he stepped into his pants, pulling them up and tucking his own softening dick back into place. His sheath would hold most of it, though with the little gift of his other half still active, he supposed that the head would probably not quite fit into the sheath proper. Not that bad, though. He shuffled his balls back a few inches, making sure that he had room to zip up, and flicked the waistband down to let the belt hang out again.

He looked back at the boar again. The half-ruined building – a trademark of some parts of the Dead Zones of Docetri, unfortunately – meant that there was a fair bit of the sunset light pouring through. Orange and red painted the brown hog in a variety of shades, and his long, pointed dick hung flaccid over his thigh. The tip was still oozing a bit of cum, telltale marks of being with someone that had porcine blood, and it kept twitching up when the stronger blasts shot out.

It was rather tempting to get back to sucking it, but he knew better than to stick around for too much longer. The Dead Zones weren’t as bad as some of the richer, well-off people said they were, but they [i]did[/i] lack the Rainbow Guard patrols that the rest of the city had, and one never knew where the security wards were active and where they weren’t until you found one that had long-since shut down. He could protect himself, but he didn’t want to have to use all that magic to do it.

Pulling on a vest that covered most of his chest, Lykus bowed his head and flamboyantly flourished a hand as he did.

“Good day, good pig.”

“Mmmph!”

“Heh, you’ll stop cumming soon, I’m sure.”

Whistling to himself, the black and white wolf strutted down the steps of the apartment building, making his way to the street curb. No cars passed by the half-ruined, rubble-strewn streets, and he doubted that anything short of a bulldozer would be making it down that road this year. He looked up at the rooftops, ranging from three to six stories off the ground, and shrugged off the idea of going full parkour. Walking would be just fine.

As he turned his feet back toward home, he flipped open the latest deck-box and started going through the cards. Each one was made with a mix of paint and harvested seed, and some bit of magic on top of that.

[i]Pretty memories,[/i] he thought, flicking through the artwork that was only somewhat his own. [i]That guy had such a tiny dick, but the biggest balls I’d ever seen. That one? Oh, she got a nice dick once she was willing to try a little bit of transformation. Oh, and that dragoness had the [b]best[/b] head and mirror-ball spell I’ve ever seen…[/i]

Most people thought he was crazy, but to him, it was just the science of magic. Sure, it was more pleasurable than most people experienced it, but to Lykus? Magic was just part of what was inside someone, the same as their blood, their cum, and everything else. If you could get someone to cum, then you could get someone to push out their magic, too. And if you could mix that magic with paint, and other stuff, and then keep it inside of something, well, that was just basic enchantment, wasn’t it?

Or at least, that was how it worked in his mind. He was pretty sure that Draconicon said that wasn’t how magic worked in Docetri, but it worked for him, and that was all that mattered.

The latest piece of art was kinky. A bunch of invisible chains wrapped around a silhouetted target like puppet strings, pulling and dragging their limbs every which way, and become it was him, they also went right to the dick, pulling on it and dragging it to point upward. It was rather cute, in a way, and would have been rather innocent without another length of chain going down to the balls and keeping them from rising up.

Total control, total bondage. Really hot.

He licked his lips at the thought of using it, and even indulged with a short fantasy of hitting the big black dragon with it when he got back when something caught his attention. Lykus’s ears flicked as he heard the faint whistle of something moving through the air, something fast.

Not on ground level, nor was it anywhere nearby, but it was near enough to hear…and it was getting louder.

Lykus whipped his head left and right, then up. He stared at the sparkling dome of magic that formed the shield dome around Docetri, narrowing his eyes as the noise kept getting louder and louder, until –

Crack.

It was a faint sound, more like the sound of someone stepping on a stick than the dramatic boom that he felt should have happened with something hitting the shield dome, but it was there nonetheless. He stumbled, feeling like something had just rippled through the air from the heavens downward, but his attention was locked on the blur that was shooting straight for the ground.

“What the – wait. That’s a person!”

A person on fire, admittedly, and one that was not doing anything to slow their fall, but a person nonetheless. They looked like they were unconscious from what little Lykus could see from a distance, and they were shooting toward the ground at a speed that he’d never seen. That was faster than anyone coming off a plane. This was someone that had been shot out of outer space or something, picking up so much speed that –

He heard the snapping sounds before he knew what it meant. Two flaring bits came off the person-shape hurtling for the ground. Without thinking, Lykus reached for a different deck-box, flicking through the cards for the one that felt right. As soon as he touched it, he yanked the card out and faced it toward the falling figure.

“Shield!”

The card burned gold-white around the border, and the spell burst free. He watched as a blue light snapped around the falling figure just before it fell below the roof-line, and the explosive landing was louder than any of the other sounds so far. It was like a bomb going off, and dust and dirt and rubble flew through the air. Some of the pebbles from the impact site flew far enough to rain over his head.

Lykus tucked the card away again. Glancing up at the shield dome, he could tell that it hadn’t broken; whatever, or whoever, had fallen from the heavens hadn’t done any damage to it. Which was probably a good thing, considering all the stuff that was waiting just outside the shield dome trying to get in and cause problems, but –

His thoughts were racing in all the wrong directions. Whoever that was should have landed okay, considering that he’d thrown up the protection spell in time. They wouldn’t have any injuries from the impact, but that fire might have done something to them. Even without knowing them, there was a near-compulsion to go and make sure that they were okay. The idea of just walking away and leaving them alone felt wrong. He needed to –

The flickering sound of fire caught his attention almost too late. Yelping at the light out of the corner of his eye, Lykus leaped back up the stairs just in time to avoid getting hit right in the head by one of the flaming things that had broken off from the falling figure. It hit the ground almost like a burning branch from a tree…

If a branch could have feathers.

His eyes went wide as he stared at the feathery wing, watching as the fire continued to burn around the edges of it. Tentatively, Lykus leaned closer, waving his hand at the fire, slowly inching nearer and nearer to it. After tapping another card to his fingers to keep the flames at bay, he reached closer and pulled.

One of the feathers came free. He lifted it to the light, turning it round and round. It was pure white, whiter than anything but the freshest fallen snow, with a purity to it that he hadn’t seen in anything on earth before. It was mostly the usual soft fibers that feathers always had, but there was something almost like down toward the base of it. He touched it, and blinked.

“Fur…”

Soft fur, white feathers, and the way that it reflected light –

“Oh, fuck…”

There was only one thing that could have feathers that didn’t burn in fire, that was that pure white, and which would come from [i]above[/i] like that. Lykus tucked the feather into his pocket and beat feet toward the direction the stranger had landed.

Docetri had many visitors of the demonic and devilish varieties. Hell, he was best friends and partners with a demon himself, and he knew better than most how real they were.

But if there was a place that demons called home, then that meant that there was a place that angels called home, as well. And if an angel had been booted out of there so hard that they lost their wings, he didn’t even want to think about how much they needed help right now.

#

Sijashi groaned as he rolled from his back to his side, his head spinning and everything feeling overheated. The wind pushing down from above, the chill air that spun around him, and the soft touch of…something, he wasn’t sure what, did nothing to mitigate it. It felt as if he were on fire.

Fire.

Burning.

Falling.

The memory flickered for a moment, holding and seizing him, but then it faded before he could see any details. A second or two later, he forgot about what he had been thinking about. He groaned again, forcing himself to open his eyes.

The breeze died around him, leaving the air still and hot. He slowly sat up, looking around the crater of cloth, red curtains, and pools of wax that had melted around him. Slowly, he fumbled for something to hold onto, and he managed to grab hold of a warped bedframe and used it as support to lift himself to his feet.

Stiff.

Sore.

Pain.

Not pain from hitting something, though. Pain…pain from something else, something that he couldn’t remember. Something…something hot, too hot for someone to take, and…and…

He couldn’t remember. And that irritated him. He felt…

[i]I’m not someone that forgets. I never forget. Why can’t I remember?[/i]

Just thinking [i]that[/i] was irritating and almost infuriating. He knew, on some level, that he wasn’t someone that just forgot things. He knew that, he knew that down to the depths of his soul. But if he could remember that, and his name, then why couldn’t he remember what had been done to him?

[i]Trauma?[/i]

Another little bit of details. A rush of information followed, from the way that the mind blanked things out that it couldn’t deal with to the idea of impact-based amnesia, temporary or permanent, and –

Sijashi rubbed his head, trying to keep it from overwhelming him and not sure if he was managing that. All he knew was that he was already dealing with enough, and he didn’t even know where the rush of information came from. It was like a book opening in his mind, flooding everything else with its contents, and he could barely hold against it and keep an idea of who he was, and…

And…

[i]What I am…[/i]

Sijashi took a stumbling step over the melted pools of wax, leaning against the wall as he looked around the room. There was a massive hole in the ceiling, and another, smaller hole in the wall opposite him, though that one was covered by another curtain. That purple one was still attached, though smoldering at the bottom. The rest of the room was…well, if it hadn’t been for the burning smell, he would have said that it was filthy. The smell covered up the worst of the debauched behavior that he could just barely feel around him, but only just.

Sijashi took another deep breath. He was avoiding things. Avoiding his lack of knowledge. Himself. Who was he?

He looked down. White fur all the way down, running from his face to his feet. No clothes, probably burned off in the same heat that had warped the candles and everything else around him, as far as he could tell. He didn’t know if that was on purpose or not, but that seemed to be the case.

Sheath? Yes, he had a sheath. He had a big one, too, bigger than he…

No, he couldn’t say that he remembered being smaller. He couldn’t say that he remembered anything. But it looked big, bigger than he really needed…but there was an odd sense of pride to having it. Maybe there was a book in his brain that would tell him why he was happy about that.

Reaching up to his face, he prodded at his cheeks, feeling along his jaws and his neck. A mane around his neck, which meant that he was probably a fluffy sort of dog or feline. Maybe a lion, if –

Yes, the ears bore that out, and the cheekbones the same. He was definitely a feline, and the mane meant that he was a lion. A thick-furred, slender sort of lion, admittedly, one with a lot of fluff along his body and down to a pointed, tufted tail, but a lion nonetheless.

He touched his wrist, and then his ankle where two metal bands rested. They both felt different to the way that he ‘remembered’ metal feeling, but why? Why did they feel so…right and yet so foreign to him?

Sijashi shook his head, fighting the feeling of frustration that kept building and building in him. Why did so little of this make sense? Why did he have to fight this so hard?

Slumping against the wall, he forced himself to take one deep breath after another. As soon as he felt less shaky, he needed to find out more. Who he was, what Sijashi meant, where he was, and what he was doing here. There had to be someone, somewhere that knew something, and if he didn’t belong in this building –

[i]Belong here. That’s absurd.[/i]

There was a sense of dignity in him, he realized. Not prudish, perhaps, but certainly dignified. It wasn’t that the debauchery felt ‘wrong,’ per se, but more that it didn’t feel like it was part of him. That dignified part had a certain standard that things had to be kept to, and that was speaking up now.

And it was saying that there was no way that he would have lived in a place that reeked like this.

Sijashi took one more deep breath, then pushed himself away from the wall. He could walk without stumbling now, and that meant that he needed to move before his doubts pinned him to the wall again. One step after another, each one taking him closer to the purple curtain, until –

Flick.

It opened, and a hyena male in a leather jacket and tight leather pants looked up at him. The smaller male blinked, staring at the bed, then back at him.

“The fuck you do?!”

“I…I didn’t do anything.”

“The hell you fucking didn’t!”

The hell. Flicker. Flicker.

Before it could settle, the hyena grabbed him by the mane, yanking him down with surprising strength. Sijashi yelped, blinking as the hyena held him close, snarling.

“You better have a damn good reason for doing that. Because if you don’t, I’m holding you personally fucking responsible for it.”

“I – I am terribly sorry, but I can’t –”

“Can’t? Oh, you better come up with a better word than that.”

“I’m not – I did not do anything. I don’t remember how I got here.”

“Don’t remember, eh?”

“No. I don’t.”

“Then maybe I’ll fucking tell you.”

The hyena shoved him. Sijashi stumbled backward, surprised at the sheer strength, and the hyena blinked, too. Clearly the other man thought that he’d fall right over, hitting the floor or something.

He hadn’t.

He was stronger than the hyena thought he was.

Bits of clues. Bits of information.

But before he could do anything about it, the hyena stepped forward and pushed him again, and again, each time shoving him closer and closer to the shattered bed until the frame tripped the lion from behind. Sijashi yelped as he tumbled over backwards, falling flat on his ass in half-solid wax. The hyena stood over him, leaning forward with a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips.

“Tell you what. I’ll let you go, after you pay me back for all the damages, you asshole.”

“I told you, I am sorry, but I don’t have the money.”

“Then you better fucking earn it.”

“I am – I am new here. I can’t just –”

“You are so fucking dense, aren’t you?”

The hyena shook his head. Out of the corner of his eyes, Sijashi saw the curtain lift again, other hyenas in similar garb poking their heads in and looking around. He gulped, trying to push himself back to his feet –

“Nngh!”

And then the first hyena stepped on his chest, pushing him back down with a boot on his pecs. The lion looked up, staring at the smaller male…

Only to feel something pressing back against him. He groaned under his breath, feeling almost like there was a distance between him and the little male. Not just physical distance, but some sort of…some sort of social thing…

Height…

Position…

Prestige.

The hyena all but glowed as he looked up at the other male, the gang leader chuckling as he ground his boot back and forth against the lion’s bare chest. The treads along the bottom stung a bit, but not as much as he thought they should.

“You come crashing into my house, and you think you can just walk off without an apology?”

“You…an apology…”

He had given one…hadn’t he?

Yes, yes, he had, but – but there was something about it that didn’t feel good enough. Not for this glowing hyena, not for this man that stood over him and just…looked so powerful, and so right, and so good. He shivered as he stared up at the leather-garbed hyena, feeling both unworthy and embarrassed to have so much of his attention.

“I’m sorry,” he managed to say.

“You ain’t saying sorry with your words. You’re gonna use your mouth, though.”

“What – oh.”

Sijashi stared as the hyena undid his pants, pulling his cock out and wagging it from side to side. Even his cock seemed to glow, shimmering with a strange sense of power, of rightness and goodness, something that was worth admiring…

And worshiping…

And…

So hard to think…

The other hyenas moved in, their scary grins turning into benevolent smiles the closer they came to the first hyena. As they clustered around the small one, the booted one, they glowed with the same sort of prestige and power that their leader did. It was…it was some kind of…some kind of…

“Suck it, lion,” the first hyena said. “You want us to believe you’re sorry, start sucking us off and prove that you mean it.”

Overwhelmed by the magic, Sijashi fell to his hands and knees and gratefully opened his mouth. The first cock was offered to him, and he let it pass into his muzzle. He sucked on it, not out of hunger, but out of gratitude for a way to apologize.

At least, that was how it started…

#

The sun was falling faster than it had any right to, and Lykus was half-tempted to see if there was a spell to berate a celestial body for moving through the sky faster than he liked. There probably was; he’d have to ask Draconicon about that when he wasn’t in the middle of the bad part of town.

The black and white wolf moved a little faster, picking up the pace. He was already jogging, but he wasn’t quite running. Not yet. He didn’t want to use up more oxygen than he had to.

[i]Mmmph. Never felt worried out here before, but now…[/i]

Lykus shook his head. If it came down to it, he could handle himself against most gang members. He knew for a fact that he could deal with up to five or so at a time, more if he was able to get a bit of a surprise attack off, but anything more –

He half-debated calling Azorious down, but he shut that idea down as soon as it popped into his head. There was no point in calling the demon, and particularly not if he was right about who had just fallen from the heavens.

[i]Angels and demons, demons and angels…aaaaagh![/i]

Lykus sped up a bit more, hustling around a corner. The sun was most of the way over the horizon now, only a sliver still poking over the shield wall that surrounded the city by land. Maybe a half hour until the wall covered it, maybe an hour after that until it was full dark. And when that happened…

Well, he really didn’t want to be in the Dead Zone when it was completely dark. Powerful or not, it was always safer when things were well-lit than when they were not.

He rounded another corner and finally saw a sign of impact. One apartment building had gotten its side shaved off by something falling down, and it was just the right sort of cut-shape for it to be the shield spell. He’d designed it to look like a d20 at the time, and that was about the right size and shape for it.

Lykus followed the fall-line to a half-destroyed old café – well, converted café, looked more like a brothel now, with all the advertisements outside and the cliché curtains and everything – and the hole in the roof all but confirmed that was where the angel had fallen. The wolf rubbed the back of his neck, fighting off a small chuckle at the idea of an angel getting his first experience of the mortal world in a gang brothel. That was almost funny.

Almost.

As he jogged across the street, however, he could hear the sounds of moans from inside. Not the usual half-hearted, faked moans that he heard from most of the brothels in Docetri, but the deep, eager moans of someone that was more into it than they should have been. They were worse than his own, louder and more enthusiastic, and he was usually pretty enthusiastic.

Hesitating at the curtain that blocked off the inside, Lykus reached into his deck-boxes again and pulled out another card. He tapped it to the side of his head –

“True-Sight.”

The card glowed, and the air glimmered with magic. It was a minor adjustment, something meant to keep him more aware of the spells being worked around him. It wasn’t the most powerful spell, and those that knew what they were doing could hide magic from him, but most people weren’t that sneaky. They would cast and forget, and he’d be able to pick up the energy auras of most spells with this.

Keeping his hands over the deck-boxes the way that a gunslinger would keep their hands near their weapons, he walked through. The smell of sex and sweat hit him almost right away, forcing their way up his nose and going right down to his dick. He could smell the aphrodisiacs in the old candles, one of the newer tricks some places were using to keep their clients horny and their workers eager. It hit him just hard enough to keep his cock throbbing in his sheath, and if he hadn’t had some fun just a few minutes ago, he might have been rather eager to join in the oral orgy going on in the middle of the room.

As it was, he was still tempted, but the view of the situation changed things a bit.

[i]Hmmm. Hyena using some Presence-magic, making himself look like a god to everyone around him. Not very good at it, but if you were already out of your mind, you’d fall for it. Making everything he says sound like the word of…fuck…[/i]

That [i]would[/i] affect an angel, he realized. Someone that had fallen from the heavens – or Caelum, that was what it was called here – would be particularly susceptible to a hierarchy where someone else is basically god, and that god could tell you what you needed to do. He rubbed his forehead, pinching the bridge of his muzzle –

“Hey! Brothel’s closed,” one of the hyenas in the cluster said. “We’re having a private party here.”

“Yeah? With who?” Lykus called back.

“Nobody you got business with, wolf. Get the fuck out.”

“I really don’t think that’s gonna happen, guys. Now, come on. Can we do this the easy way? Please? I just want to get this guy and go.”

“The hell you think you can order us around?”

Two of the hyenas peeled off from the orgy, already cracking their knuckles and growing muscles up and down their arms. Their Body-magic probably made them want to get up close to negate anything that Lykus could do for himself, and the others would join in if they felt like they had to.

Which meant that he needed to take control right off the bat, and make sure that he kept that control.

[i]Well, at least I get to use the cool new card…[/i]

#

In the end, it took four cards to deal with the gang. One to restrain them all, one to gag them, a third to put them to sleep, and a fourth to deal with a straggler that was coming back from the bathroom. All in all, not bad for handling eight hyenas at once.

Their captive, however…

He looked down at the white-furred lion in the middle of the wrecked bed. He had smears of cum across his face, and lines of drool and seed oozed out from his jaws, clearly an amateur at sucking dick and swallowing cum. From the looks of it, the hyenas had been throat-fucking him the whole time, ramming their dicks into him and forcing the feline to deepthroat them. It was the same sort of mucous that always came up when someone was used a little too roughly orally than they were entirely used to.

And the magic…

Lykus rubbed the back of his neck as he realized the sheer extent of Presence-magic that had whammied the lion. That particular power had two main branches: presence, as in positioning, and presence, as in charisma. From the look of things, the hyena had hit the damn angel with a lot of the latter, forcing him to think of himself as nothing but a cocksucker, someone that had to keep going for more and more dick to –

“I’m sorry…lemme suck…suck your dick…”

The wolf put a hand on the lion’s head, but was almost immediately pushed back. Yelping in shock, he twisted to the side, dodging the lion’s hellbent charge for his crotch.

“Okay, you’re strong. Really strong. Didn’t expect that.”

“Sorry…lemme suck…”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Sorry…sorry…”

“Oh, boy…”

Lykus looked back at the hyena gang. If he had more time, he would have been more than a little tempted to go off on them. There was the fun sort of hypnosis, and then…then there was this.

Oh, this was all kinds of wrong. Pulling out the mind and replacing all that pleasure with guilt? Oh, fuck that. Fuck that hard. There was no joy there, nothing that would have made someone feel good about what they were doing. All that they got was a temporary relief of the emotional pain that came with being of service. That was nowhere near the same thing as pleasure.

Fighting the temptation to leave the various gang members with their own humiliating compulsions, Lykus leaned down. He pulled out a few cards, tapping them against the lion’s side.

“Sleep. Float. Sleep.”

Double-sedatives, just to be sure. He didn’t want the lion waking up while they were on the move, and he needed him floating, not walking. He didn’t need to be pulling someone around by the hand only for them to turn down a different street when he wasn’t looking. Particularly when they were that impossibly strong for that size.

He was about to drag the floating lion out of the brothel when something caught his eye. He looked down at the ground, spotting something glimmering at the edge of the bedframe, and knelt down to pick it up.

As soon as he touched it, the heat of it burned at his fingers…but not in a painful way. It was like a hot mug of tea, comforting in its own strange way, even as it felt like it was about to scald him if he held it too long. As he turned the page around, he saw that it was ripped, damaged down one side, but more than that, it was written in a script that he couldn’t read. Not demonic, but…

[i]Oh, this is going to make Draconicon’s day…[/i]

Considering he was going to have to ask that dragon a number of favors, having some angelic script to read might be just the bribe he needed to get the big guy to work with him. And if that failed…

Well, anyone else would just succumb to sexual bribery, but that dragon was a hard nut to crack. Hopefully the page would be enough.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Lykus is just having a simple trip to the Dead Zones when something comes falling from the sky. Being a good wolf, Lykus goes chasing after it to see what it is.

Tags: M/M, Hyena, Lion, Wolf, Boar, Oral, Lots of Oral, Blowjob, Mind Control, Magic, Docetri, Cum, Orgasm, Brothel, Series,