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NOTE: First off, all characters appearing in this story or mentioned in passing are property of Squaresoft. Secondly, I am well aware that in the telling of this tale, I have taken liberties with the true storyline of Chrono Cross. Other than poetic license and my own fertile imagination, I can only suggest that you view this story as taking place in an alternate reality. It's not as if Chrono Cross doesn't already play around with time and space. Who's to say this didn't happen, in yet another variant of Serge's world? That said, I still think I stayed fairly true to the original timeline. Lastly, of course, this story is not meant to be read by those who are underage.

Reunion

The dream was always the same.

A large, wicked-looking dagger clenched tightly in one fist, its blade coated with brilliant vermilion blood, each drop trickling to the floor in cadent rhythm, striking with the force of thunderclaps. Kid's prone form, so slender and deceptively fragile...unmoving, breathless, the thief's aboriginal marks adorning her cheeks like dried tears. His mouth parting in a tiny smile of satisfaction. All of it bathed in the surreal azure glow of the Dragon Tear.

That same blue radiance shone before him now, illuminating in stark relief the circular chamber that floated high above Fort Dragonia, etching out the details of ancient stonework and mystical runes, yet never reaching the walls or the highest vaults of the ceiling. It was a globe of light that only extended to the ring of draconic statues surrounding the pedestal, silent sentinels of elemental hues watching implacably, commandingly...judges of his purpose and beliefs.

But even the six monoliths, and the cloaking darkness crouching just beyond, did not fill Serge with as much fear as the figure poised before him--Lynx, his archenemy.

No. That wasn't true. Lynx was Kid's archenemy, not his own. True, the demi-human had threatened him, beguiled him, ordered his capture, hunted him across El Nido, and tempted him with veiled hints about his past. And Lynx did frighten and confuse him because of it. In the end, though, Serge could not hate him. He wanted answers to his questions, to why this place and Lynx himself haunted his dreams.

To why he felt something not only wrong and impossible, but an emotion that betrayed Kid.

Even as he thought of her, the young girl came under attack anew. Lynx swung his enormous scythe, and a wave of darkness washed over her. Crying out in frustration and fury, she crumpled to the floor as the Gravitonne spell increased her weight to incredible proportions. In moments she lay unconscious on the cold stone blocks beside Leena, and Serge was alone.

Swallowing with difficulty against a suddenly dry throat, the young man from Arni gripped the handle of his steel swallow and brought it to bear, even as he concentrated on the crystal at his belt that would blast his opponent with a photon beam. His focus faltered, however, as Lynx stepped confidently forward into the light.

The feline was almost a foot taller than he, and powerfully built, but he loomed larger and presented a more fearsome image than only his size allowed. It wasn't even that he was a demi-human--Serge had never shared his fellow villagers' prejudices toward the "monstrous beasts" that had fled the Zenan mainland years ago. In fact he rather liked them. It was something in Lynx's face, something deeper than the cruelty and contempt and animal cunning. It was the echoes of a vicious, savage panther that had attacked him as a small child...and something terrifyingly familiar about the eyes...

At last the long silence was broken by a deep, rumbling voice that echoed hollowly in the rotunda. "You won't be needing that, Serge. It was never my intention to harm you."

He mustered his courage, even as he lowered his weapon slightly. "Really? Could've fooled me..." He glanced at his fallen companions pointedly.

Lynx strode forward until he was only a foot or so away--it took all of Serge's nerve not to backpedal rapidly--and then calmly set the butt of his scythe to the floor and regarded him with a trace of amusement.

"They were expendable, boy, like all creatures in this world--all except for you. You are special...one of a kind. You'll notice I've never hurt you directly, except when you interfered in my plans. You were never my enemy. And if you must know, your dear friends are not dead, merely...incapacitated for the time being. My only purpose was to get you alone."

Serge knew better than to take that at face value--there were far too many problems with such generalizations, and even if they were true they did not exactly fill him with relief and trust. But he could not help but seek the full truth...something about this dangerous cat-man insisted he at least listen to Lynx's rationale before rejecting it. Was it just the nature of evil to be so enticing, was it his own sense of fair play...or something else? "Why?" he demanded. "What do you want from me?"

A sinister chuckle greeted him. "Oh, there are so many answers to that question. Perhaps a better one would be, what do you want from me?"

"What do you mean?"

Lynx shook his head, a mocking grin spreading across his muzzle. "Come now, Serge. Don't tell me there aren't things you wish to ask me...things you wish to do with me."

Serge froze. How could he know...?

Without giving him any time to reply or even consider the true import of his words, the feline began pacing slowly across the room, his scythe striking the stones with a regular beat in time with Serge's heart. He maintained the same distance, yet somehow seemed to grow closer, towering in the shadows. "The time for games is past, Serge. I have hinted, I have suggested, I have done everything but actually reveal my true goals. You must understand that there is a reason I have not harmed you. We are kindred spirits, you see...we are the same. For neither of us belongs in this world. And it behooves us, then, to draw closer because of this bond."

"Me? Draw close to you? You're crazy!" Yet inexplicably Serge found himself a step nearer, gazing up at Lynx's face, which no longer seemed quite so cold and callous, but imploring.

"Yes! Surely you have guessed by now how important you are--to me and to the world! There is so much we could achieve if we but worked together, Serge...and I do wish you by my side. I need your body, my boy...and for more than access to the Sea of Eden. And I know you feel the same for me."

Serge's head was in a whirl, his eyes wide and bewildered. The Sea of Eden? What had that to do with anything? But more importantly, how in the name of Fate did Lynx know his private desires and fantasies? For at the first mention of need and desire, he had felt an uncomfortable bulge in the crotch of his jeans shorts, swelling larger with every second. This, he knew, was the true reason for his fear, and for his mysterious connection with Lynx begun in General Viper's study--his secret shame. From the moment he'd seen the demi-human, he had longed for him, yearned to be in those massive arms, to run his hands through the soft grayish-tawny fur. He knew it was wrong, but he could not deny its intensity--and that scared him.

As Lynx stepped toward him again, Serge instinctively brandished his swallow. "Stay back! I'm warning you, if you try anything..." I might not fight back. He shuddered as his thoughts betrayed him.

The demi-human chuckled, then turned and carefully set his scythe down on the floor. Rising back up to his full height, he spread his arms wide. "How many times must I say it? I will not do you ill. As you can see, I am unarmed..." Then, as if to prove his point, Lynx began disrobing! First his elaborate headdress was tossed aside, revealing a roguish shock of chestnut, mane-like hair between his pointed, black-tipped ears. Then his half-cape swirled away, and pawfingers began undoing the brass buttons and buckles of his navy blue breastplate. Soon that, too, clanged to the stones, leaving him nude from the waist up.

Serge stood entranced, his swallow lowering and then thudding to the floor, his breath rasping as he beheld his adversary's physique for the first time. Even as part of him screamed not to trust, not to give in to baser instincts, he could not help but feast his eyes on the musculature revealed. Even before, Serge would never have thought Lynx to be unarmed, but now his prowess and development were clear to see. Whatever he'd been doing in the past few years with Porre and Viper Manor, at least some time must have been spent on exercise and muscle training. Every inch of his torso, from his broad shoulders down to his narrow waist, spread with generous bulges that were sharply delineated even through the fur. Massive biceps strained his arms like cannonballs, steel-hard pectorals swelled out as chiseled slabs, capped by stiff, crimson nipples, and a solid six-pack of abdominals rippled on his belly, just as defined as his armor had implied. All of it corded and sinewy, a work of masculine art.

Trying not to be conscious of his unslung jaw, or the growing stain in his shorts, Serge spoke hurriedly, stumbling over his words. "Even if what you say is true, and I did have feelings for you--and I don't!--how can I believe anything you say? How do I know you won't just stab me in the back with your claws?"

Lynx crossed his arms over his chest, a frank and certain expression on his face--one so open and honest it made Serge doubt his sanity, and almost distracted him from the knotting and swelling of those immense muscles. "Now why should I do a thing like that? You will just have to trust me, Serge...as you did long ago..." That last was delivered so softly the Arni boy didn't think he was meant to hear it.

But he wasn't really paying attention. That Lynx dared to say such things, to attempt to seduce him...! Truly he was a corrupt, amoral creature--an incarnation of evil as Fargo had claimed. Nevermind that there had to be some truth to these desires for the temptation to succeed...nevermind that ever since seeing his own face morph into Lynx's in the Dragon Tear he'd had dreams of the demi-human to make him blush, ones that always ended with him awaking soaked in sweat...and other fluids. The fact Lynx was playing into those perverse lusts was even worse. Besides, this was the man who'd burned down Kid's orphanage!

Latching onto that, Serge backed away yet again, until he came up against one of the dragon statues thrumming with its enigmatic power. "No! There's no way I'll ever trust you, let alone enough to...you killed Kid's Sis!"

To his surprise Lynx grew neither enraged nor indifferent to the charge. Instead he actually sighed, stared at his boots, and then met Serge's gaze with sadness and regret. Was he going crazy, or was Lynx becoming more human by the minute? "Is that what she told you? I dislike being the bearer of bad news, but Kid is not nearly as wise and aware of the world as she thinks she is. There is much that is hidden from her, and from you. If you only knew..."

For a moment the demi-human stared off at nothing, his eyes vague and filled with a mixture of awe and misery. Then, shaking himself, he eyed Serge meaningfully. "Suffice it to say that this 'Sis' is very much alive. She is Lucca, a genius scientist, and I had need of her skills to obtain the Frozen Flame. She was...less than cooperative, so I have secreted her far from here--and from Fate. If it means so much to you, I shall release her...upon the condition that you give yourself to me now. It is a key aspect of my plan...if that plan succeeds, Lucca shall be safe and I will have no further need of her services. If it fails...little else shall matter." The stark emptiness in the cat-man's eyes was abruptly jarring--and Serge could sense it was a genuine reaction to the prospect of some horrible fate for the worlds.

Still he resisted, however. Guilt if nothing else restrained him from believing Lynx. Just last night, after Kid told him of the fire, he had dreamed again of the feline, of their bodies intertwined in carnal passion, and the memory of it burned in him. She would never forgive him if she knew! Pressing his back into the cold stone, he shook his head vehemently. This was blackmail, pure and simple. "I...I can't! You killed those children...this is just wrong!" Tears stood in his eyes as he stared up into golden pupils so shockingly alluring, so lustful, so...beseeching.

"I...had no choice in that matter. Let us just say that...my will and actions have not been entirely my own for the last ten years of my life. And in any case, the fire was Harle's idea--to cover up evidence of the kidnapping, she said." His visage hardened, and a fierce, guttural snarl rumbled in his throat as he flexed the muscles of his chest and arms. "She is the one you must not trust, the one whose lies you must not heed, Serge, not I."

Slowly Lynx relaxed, but when he looked up again, there was still a certain accusatory bitterness in his eyes. "Besides, you stand at a critical crossroads. You could choose to ignore me, and we could hack away at each other instead until we achieve our fatal denouement." He glanced askance at Kid. "But what would that accomplish? No, that is what would be wrong, Serge. Life and death...hate and love...they are two sides of the same coin, and it is always right to choose life over death, love over hate..." He extended one paw toward Serge's cheek. "No matter whom you feel it for. Ten years ago a part of me, in fact, died...I would like to resurrect it, and for that I need your help. It has been so long since I felt another's touch...I wish to feel human again..."

In spite of himself, Serge leaned into that paw, which was easily half the size of his head but covered with fur as soft as velvet. He felt the gentleness as it cradled him, yet he remained conflicted. So much was still unknown, still unexplained. On the one hand, it was easy to believe he had been misled as to who was the villain--Kid had only been a child at the time of the fire, Fargo was an untrustworthy pirate, and Harle had certainly never proven herself to be on the side of justice and good. Perhaps Lynx really did have good intentions, even if his methods left a lot to be desired. And, unless he missed his guess, the demi-human knew of the dream warning of Kid's murder and was trying to guide him away from it coming true. But how could Lynx ever have been human? What was all this ten-year business--did it have something to do with Serge's brush with drowning? And what, if anything, did this have to do with sex?!?

As Lynx came within arm's reach and took him into his embrace, Serge made one last attempt to fend off his advances. "But...two men together? That's..."

The feline chuckled, low and arousing, in his ear, and smirked. "Now, now, Serge...don't lie to me, or to yourself. You know you've always been attracted to males, and that you've never truly had a girlfriend. Anyway..." Suddenly the paw clamped down hard on Serge's shoulder, and Lynx had him pinned against the dragon statue, every inch of his sculpted torso pressed salaciously close. "I never said this had to be voluntary. I give you one last chance to comply, before I compel you to do my bidding. I have the power...and urges so strong they cannot be denied." To emphasize his point, he ground his hips to Serge's, a prominent bulge in his trousers stirring insistently.

The Arni boy was having trouble thinking, the intense musk of Lynx at such close quarters was overwhelming. Was that why he couldn't marshal the strength to break free, to reject this awful seduction? But no...he knew what the demi-human said was true. All he felt for Kid was friendship, she was a comrade-in-arms. Leena...he only told Lisa she was his girlfriend to embarrass her, and to keep her from giving him a shrewish tongue-lashing. In truth, whenever she made demands on him or when his mother reminded him how many obligations he had to keep Leena happy, he had to agree with Una--girls were far too dangerous and annoying to be worth the trouble! But men...Serge had always secretly admired and desired them, and in the last couple of years had found himself eyeing his friends and the young men of Arni with more than casual interest. On his quest he had met so many men for whom he harbored lustful thoughts...Guile, Nikki, Greco, and especially the knight Glenn. Hell, even the two Dragoon Devas, Karsh and Zoah...Lynx seemed to know all this, too. How was that possible...?

The time for thought was past. Lynx, taking his silence for acquiescence, smiled to show off his razor-sharp fangs, then cupped his head in both paws to bring his face close. Serge, caught up in the intoxicating, heady aroma of the man-beast, so similar to that of the demonic panther that had poisoned him, remained paralyzed for an instant...and then he melted into the kiss.

An explosion of lust and passion jolted through Serge's young body as he felt those warm, pliable lips mold to his and a raspy but soft tongue delve into his mouth. Moaning deeply, he inhaled Lynx's musky fragrance--twice, three times, four, unable to get enough of its rich texture, the very essence of masculinity. He wrapped his arms tightly around the demi-human, pulling off his gloves so that he could run his hands up and down the ridges and valleys of Lynx's broad back and wider shoulders...kneading, caressing, stroking the gorgeously silky fur. Sweat began to trickle down his chest and face, and his groin pressed close, pulsing and urgent with need.

Soon he could resist no longer. Breaking from the kiss, he hurriedly stripped off his vest and shirt, his kerchief flying free in the process, then ran his hands eagerly up and down the heavy chest. Seeking and finding Lynx's nipples, he began tugging and teasing them, rewarded by groaning yowls and snarls of pleasure as the sensitive demi-human squirmed. Then he slid farther down over the rigid abdomen, beneath the broad band of his sash, and finally directly into Lynx's trousers. As soon as his questing hand closed around the cat-man's maleness, he gasped, eyes widening in shock at its size and girth. He'd never seen, let alone touched, another man's penis, but now he felt he'd never have to touch another.

A thunderous, rumbling purr signaled Lynx's approval, and then in a flurry of movement he unbuckled Serge's belt and jerked his shorts to his ankles, finally releasing his painfully hard and throbbing erection from its tight confines. Normally Serge would have blushed furiously and attempted to hide himself, but now he only panted amorously and let Lynx have his way with him. Nothing filled his mind now but thoughts of the feline and how he would please him...how he would make his dreams become a reality. Trembling with his anxious longing, the boy quickly returned the favor, unhooking the demi-human's clasp (which seemed unnecessarily complex!) and sliding his trousers down to unveil bulky, virile thighs and an unusual cock that seemed to combine both human and animal features...quite long and thick, a meaty pole reaching up to his navel but crowned with a tapering, flared tip, all of it coated with copious runnels of clear, sticky pre-ejaculate that ran down in long streamers and ropes over a very large set of balls in their furry sac. And all of it gave off a scent even stronger than the rest of Lynx, if that was possible, which made long spurts of pre fly out from Serge's own shaft to splash on his belly.

Lynx's depthless golden eyes, swirling with lust incarnate, took in Serge's own lithe, trim body, well-developed and shapely for his youth, and then both of them worked to fling away the last vestiges of clothing until they were naked. Serge had one brief glimpse of Lynx's unshod feet to see they were digitigrade like the leonine dockworker in Guldove before he lunged for the demi-human's groin, burying his face in the thick thatch of pubic fur, rubbing along the slick, veined length that swung and jerked beside his cheek. Languorously he ran his tongue over the hot, turgid shaft, lapping up the oozing, viscous fluids that coated it like the lava flows of Mount Pyre, and then he sank fully to his knees and took the head into his mouth.

Above him, Lynx let out a bestial roar as he flung his arms wide and clenched his fists. Serge smiled privately to himself...he'd never done this before, but apparently he was a natural. How could he not be, with this great specimen before him? Good grief, I sound like Luccia, he thought fleetingly, then returned to the task at hand. Up and down the scarlet shaft he licked and slurped, over the throbbing tip he lapped, until his world was nothing but feline taste and scent. And he loved it. His hands gripped Lynx's thighs, working up the cluster of sinews to his even more sculpted and lascivious ass, as he suckled avidly on that swollen head and began swallowing inch after inch of shaft.

He bobbed his head, he slathered his tongue around its thickness, he probed the tip until Lynx mewled almost like a kitten. All the while he cradled and fondled those low-hanging balls dangling before his chest, hefting their weight and gauging their potency. From time to time one hand dipped down to grasp and stroke his straining member--slowly at first then more wildly and excitedly. The hot liquid flooding his mouth was so flavorful, so delicious, it was like an elixir of life that only increased his vigor and desire.

Serge didn't know how long this went on--it felt like blissful hours--but finally Lynx, who had been clutching his head with both paws and holding him between his pylon thighs as he force-fed the Arni boy his male gift, pushed him away with a reluctant growl. "No, Serge...not yet. I...I must reach my peak inside you, nothing less will do. But first...I must repay you for your skill..." With an ease that only hinted at his great strength, the demi-human lifted Serge with one hand until he stood quivering with pre coating his chin and neck. Then he dropped to the floor instead and in a shocking move gulped Serge's entire cock in one mouthful.

The boy gasped anew, writhing in ecstasy against the dragon statue. He knew from having his hand licked by his cat that felines had sandpaper-like tongues, but nothing could have prepared him for the agonizing rapture of Lynx's fellatio. Every time the warm muscle slid over his shaft, Serge whimpered and tensed up, his pulsing rod jerking against those prominent fangs as it released another long spurt of pre. Each time the lapping organ caressed the flared rim of his glans, he screwed his eyes shut, clenched his teeth, and dug his fingernails into the statue. Yet somehow he needed the pain, looked forward to the rough scraping, waited in anticipation for the tender torture that made him curl his toes against the cold stones of the floor. It was excruciating and exquisite, overwhelming and insatiable, and he craved it more than anything. It made his balls clench tightly, churning, it sent waves of heat racing through his body until he was soaked in sweat, it made him thrust his hips involuntarily in and out of Lynx's maw, and the danger of that motion only made it more wantonly attractive.

On it went, minute after endless minute of obscene suckling, with Lynx's talented tongue eliciting constant moans and spurts of pre that he feasted upon like a cat and his cream. This was punctuated occasionally by subsonic, rumbling purrs that set his shaft to quivering in that broad muzzle until he was compelled to contradictory needs--scrambling madly away and driving himself in all the more fiercely. Serge's chest heaved faster and faster, and he was certain that at any moment he would experience a climax to shatter all of those he'd achieved in the privacy of his bedroom or on the quiet shores of Opassa Beach. Yet just before that familiar sensation bloomed in his loins, the demi-human again relented, letting the boy's burning, spasming cock fall from his ebon lips as he rose once more to his full height.

Serge panted unevenly, unable to keep from peering up at Lynx pleadingly to continue. But instead the demi-human grasped his shoulders and forced him down to his hands and knees, poised above and behind him, and the Arni boy could feel something hard, moist, and thick pressing against his buttocks. For a long, pregnant moment the world--and Serge--seemed to hold its breath while Lynx kneaded his paws on his shoulders and hovered close, stroking his warm furry muscles against Serge's back and legs while dipping his head down to nuzzle and nibble at his neck. Then without warning he surged into motion, slamming in to the hilt in one blow.

His eyes nearly started from their sockets at the sudden invasion. He had never been penetrated by any man, let alone one as thick and rigid as this, and if not for the constantly flowing pre he would have screamed in anguish and burst into tears. As it was it felt like a denadorite rod were being rammed up his anus--yet at the same time it was such a full, wonderful feeling, making him wonder feverishly how he could ever have survived the empty void he'd been living up until this shining moment of perfection. Instantly he knew he'd been spoiled for any other lover, and he didn't care. He knew now what his dreams meant...he and Lynx were destined for each other.

Yet the demi-human had just begun to plumb the depths of pleasure and teach him the true power of lust. For at that moment he hauled back until only his succulent glans throbbed in Serge's tingling ass, and then Lynx began thrusting rapidly and violently in and out, taking the boy with all the pent-up urges in his loins.

The next hour or so went by in a blur for Serge. His body a knot of stiff muscles slickened by sweat and pre, he gazed off at some invisible point, his eyes glazed over with the overload of ecstasy radiating out from his haunches. Above, the statues of the Dragonians seemed to watch with approval as Lynx plowed into him again and again, a grunting, growling automaton with arms and chest like iron bands enfolding him close. All around them the air was full of the demi-human's scent, somehow even more intense than before and growing more virile and arousing until Serge found himself swimming in a euphoric brew that ensnared his will. He could only crouch for Lynx and hope his virginal tightness and eager reactions would please him. That seemed to be the case, as the cat-man's pre jetted in ever-more voluminous spurts, coating his bowels liberally with slippery warmth. Lynx only pounded all the harder, rutting endlessly so that his pendulous orbs bounced and jostled against Serge's thighs. In and out, pistoning and jackhammering...it never seemed to end, and it was glorious.

At last Lynx grew even more tense, like a coiled spring, and clutched Serge until his enormous biceps strained the fur and his nipples ground into the boy's shoulder blades, while a low, thrumming growl began building in the pit of his stomach, rising in loudness and majesty. A hurried glance up revealed the demi-human's eyes squeezed tightly shut, fangs exposed and whiskers twitching--and then abruptly he threw back his head and let out a mixture of yowl and roar, his chest thrusting out in a position of supreme passion to match the driving of his maleness in to the hilt.

Wave after wave of pure sexual energy washed over Serge in time with Lynx's blasts of semen, which soon began overflowing his ass in globs and rivers of pearly-white fervency, and the boy let out an endless stream of moans and groans...wordless, primal, yet undeniably begging for more. And Lynx gave it! For not only did the heavy fountains of cum continue unabated, but something wondrous and miraculous then occurred to Serge himself. The pleasure skyrocketed inside him until a brilliant white light suffused his vision, coupled with fiery crackles of energy that instantly catapulted him into orgasm. It was like an Ultra Nova spell going off inside his head that was geared entirely toward inciting passion and utter fulfillment. And as his cock, too, began jerking and delivering its loads to splatter two feet forward onto his chest and arms, Serge suddenly was blinded by the globe of light from the Dragon Tear blazing up, refracting into a complex array of azure hues, and then...

Then he was Lynx.

There was no other way to describe it. One moment he was on his hands and knees below the demi-human, the next he was in his mind, experiencing Lynx's own mind-blowing orgasm with yowls and roars of feral delight. He knew that many times lovers felt they had become one, that they did not know in the midst of lovemaking where one ended and the other began, that they had joined in some intimate expression of undying devotion. That must be what this was, he thought desperately. Or perhaps a touch of magic was enabling him to see things through Lynx's eyes.

This theory seemed borne out by other changes, for in a twinkling their clasped bodies had reversed roles. Serge, gazing up from the floor where he lay on his back, stared inexplicably up into his own face...yet somehow it seemed right and proper to be mounted by himself. For that was what was happening. He was now the muscled feline, being pinned by the young Arni boy, and it was a cock with which he was quite familiar, having known it for seventeen years, that was taking him.

The flushed face framed by thick, blue hair grinned lustfully down at him, and he felt his own seven-and-a-half-inch shaft slide mercilessly inward between furry buttocks that were now his own. Serge--Lynx?--leaned forward and whispered huskily in his ear. "Go on...climax for me, paw yourself as much as you want. I know this is what you desired...you didn't just want me, you wanted to be me, as I did you..."

Lynx gazed down wonderingly at himself, his golden cat eyes drinking in every detail of his magnificent body, moving from the rounded plates of his pectorals, down to his undulating abs, and finally ending with that libidinous stalk between his thighs. Yes, this was what he'd always dreamed of, always sought although he hadn't known it. And it was his now, all his...

Forgetting entirely the impossibility of all this, Serge reached down with Lynx's massive paw and grasped Lynx's visibly throbbing, drooling shaft--and nearly wept when he discovered it was real and a part of him! Slowly at first, luxuriantly and lewdly, then faster and more eagerly, he pawed the long, crimson cock, reveled in the feel of his rough pads and velvety fur stroking its veins and ridges. He soon stumbled upon something he hadn't noticed before, a series of sharp barbs on the underside...and when he touched them such an erotic flood of ecstasy washed over him that he almost came on the spot. But no, now that he had this once-in-a-lifetime chance, he would savor the moment...

And so he did. He didn't know how long he lay there beneath his own body, stroking himself all along his full, hard length until glistening pre ran in constant rivers down his rampant maleness. All he knew was that he intended to milk this for all it was worth. Although it caused him an obscure pain to do so, he consistently whipped his paws away from his organ before the moment of clarity was reached. He let the aching erection subside, only to caress it to rock-hard urgency, rubbing its proud flaring helm with the pad of his thumb. He explored every inch of it slowly, teasingly, as well as his soft-furred balls below, humping his hips into his now-expert hand, his restlessly shifting thighs closing about Serge's waist. Again and again he allowed his new member to sag, working himself up to a fever pitch until its entire length as well as his paw and belly were soaked with the sticky sweet lubrication of his pre that dripped steadily from his throbbing tip.

Finally, when his need became far too intense to ignore, Serge did something unexpected--as he maintained the same breakneck rhythm of thrusting and pounding, he reached down and began tugging and caressing Lynx's pointed ears...and Serge, in the demi-human's body, discovered how erogenous they were...

Instantly his glans swelled mightily, and the slick flow of pre suddenly erupted into massive gouts of hot, viscous semen that splattered and gushed all over his torso from his bobbing maleness. Some of it even struck his muzzle, and as he licked his lips he learned how musky and spicy his cum was. At the same time Serge climaxed again, coating his insides with more warm slippery seed that soon ran out of his tight anus to soak the boy's balls and thighs and his own tawny fur.

The orgasm seemed to last an eternity, and the surges of seed continued unabated at the same volume while Serge smiled down at him encouragingly. But eventually the intensity faded, the white flow diminished, and Lynx fell back, exhausted, his straining erection still throbbing long after he had run dry. Serge, too, finished his delivery and soon enfolded him in his arms, pressing his face to his sweaty, furry chest and sighing contentedly.

Gradually, as he came down off his phenomenal high, Serge expected his awareness to return to normal. But as time passed, he remained in Lynx's body, and his confusion and wonder soon turned to alarm. This couldn't be happening! No one could switch bodies, not even during the throes of passion when souls were, poetically, unchained. Yet he could not deny the truth. These bulging muscles were his...so was the sensitive shaft that was only reluctantly softening, and the tender balls resting heavily on the stones. He could feel the warmth of his own fur like a blanket covering him, and the matted patches that extended from navel to collarbone. Working his jaw and then reaching up to feel his face, he discovered a muzzle adorned with ticklish whiskers, and the hand he used to investigate was a paw. That rumbling purr in his chest was his, too, and the boy he held was certainly Serge.

He was Lynx...

"Thank you...Lynx," Serge murmured in his large, black-tufted ear, making it twitch. "You exceeded my expectations quite wonderfully."

Growling questioningly, Lynx frowned darkly. "What? You're saying this was your plan? You intended for this to happen?!?" He shook himself at hearing the words he spoke coming out in Lynx's voice, but it was only further confirmation of the truth.

Chuckling, his violet eyes a trifle smug, the Arni boy nodded.

Slowly the demi-human let his shoulders slump and his chest deflate. "I should've known better than to trust you. All I want to know, then, is why."

Serge rose up and stared frankly down at him, his expression strongly disapproving. "Always too quick to judge, you are. Are you saying you didn't enjoy what we just did?" He smirked at the scarlet flush burning in the cat-man's tawny cheeks and nodded in vindication. "I didn't think so. But anyway, I did not betray you. Only in your form can I succeed in saving our world from the goddess Fate, for you are the Arbiter." At Lynx's puzzled look, he explained, even as he curled up once more on the broad, furry chest. "On a night fourteen years ago, you were poisoned by a demon in the shape of a panther. You were taken by ship to Marbule to be healed, but a freak storm blew you into the Dead Sea by mistake. There you were brought into contact with the Frozen Flame...which healed you, but also bound itself inextricably to your genetic makeup. That is why I needed Lucca's help...to see if she could break the seal and allow others besides you to use the Flame. She could not, and would not, so I needed your body to gain access...to bring the Flame to Fate."

Instinctively Lynx tensed up, flexing his immense muscles, even as he was still painfully conscious of their nudity and his still pulsating cock against the boy's belly. "Why would you want to do that?" he asked warily.

"Because," Serge replied simply, "I am the human incarnation of Fate."

Clenching his massive fists, Lynx had to draw upon all of his resolve to keep from sending the human crashing into the wall. But before he could even snarl a nasty accusation, the blue-haired boy noticed all the warning signs and held up his still sticky hands. "Wait...before you jump to conclusions, you must know I only serve her against my will. I...made a grave error long ago, and allowed her to trap my very soul...but ever since then I have been a prisoner in that feline body, which she modeled after the panther demon so as to frighten you into complying with her demands. And I have hated every moment of it." At Lynx's raised eyebrow, he averted his gaze and stumbled shyly over his words. "Oh, very well, if you must know, I spent most of my first day in that body pleasuring myself. About twelve times, I think it was." A fleeting grin crossed his young face, then vanished. "But once the initial wonder passed, I was infuriated...and filled with despair. For in her name, by her will, I was compelled to commit countless atrocities. I was unable to help myself, no matter how I screamed out against it. Not until you came along was I able to resist her siren's call."

Tears streaked Serge's face as he clung to Lynx like a drowning man would cling to a bit of flotsam in a tempestuous sea. Discomfited, the demi-human patted the boy gently on his back and held him in his powerful, musky arms, nuzzling into the curve of his neck and caressing his head over and over. He didn't know what else to do--all the anger and resentment had bled out of him. Lynx was being entirely honest and candid for the first time, and it was both touching and heart-breaking. He could not imagine what it was like to lose yourself, to become a sad puppet to someone else's sinister schemes. At present he might no longer be in his own body, but at least he was in control of his thoughts and choices...

Wiping away the tears, Serge sighed and sat upright. "No use dwelling on the past. Suffice it to say that I wish revenge upon Fate for all she has done to me, and I mean to use any method to achieve it!" For a brief instant something dark, sadistic, and wicked entered the boy's face, and Lynx blanched as a dusky, snarling mask of demonic fury twisted it into a caricature of his youthful self. It reminded him of the fear Lynx had initially instilled in him--and of the darkness inherent in any soul, even his own.

Then the moment passed, and Serge's purple eyes rested on his with a certain wistful affection. "And it is you who will make that possible. By helping me reconnect with my lost humanity emotionally as well as willingly giving your body to me, you have enabled a great good to come to pass. Fate will now never suspect a thing. I will draw close to her, seemingly ready to grant her supremacy over all the world...but instead I shall topple her from her throne! And it is all because you have galvanized my courage...with your vibrant and passionate life, and your stubborn tenacity to fight on against overwhelming odds." He smiled fondly. "Rather reminds me of someone I used to know."

Rising to his feet, the Arni boy padded softly to the pedestal in the center of the chamber, his lithe, sweat-sheened form so alluring and attractive in the fractured light. Lynx watched, dumbfounded and distressed--Serge's remarks made clear that everything he had believed or been told was a lie or a mistake, that while an antihero Lynx still intended to save the world and had the same goals as he, if differing motives. At the same time he could not help panting hard in spite of himself. He had never been a narcissist--far from it!--but he could not deny how exciting he now found his own body. Perhaps it was the fact that Lynx, with his vast repertoire of carnal knowledge, resided in it now, or perhaps it was simply the demi-human's lusts, which still raged unquenched in his aching loins...

Serge turned back before Lynx could find any sort of desperate compromise between his diametrically opposed emotions, and resting in his hand was a crystal shard of the Dragon Tear, which had shattered in the wake of the transference of souls. He held it out to Lynx. "Here. This is the Tear of Hate, a symbol of what we have this day renounced. Your vision of Kid's demise was thwarted because you trusted in your heart instead of the opinions of others. We will both have need of this assurance in the days ahead...and I will have need of your aid against Fate. I will send you into the Dimensional Vortex between our worlds, and if you speak to the old lady there, she will assist you in returning to Home World. Take the Tear to the Shrine Maidens in Guldove, and they will present you with that world's unbroken Tear. Take it in turn to that world's Fort Dragonia, and you can be restored to yourself, as well as given another shard, this one of my love for you. Finally, come to the Dead Sea and you will find a gate to the Sea of Eden here...where we shall be reunited." He smiled fiercely. "And celebrate..."

Lynx blinked rapidly, stumbling to his feet. Stunned anew by the change--his greater height and breadth suddenly made the room feel much smaller--he tried to focus on the matter at hand. Too much information, too many names! He was still trying to accept the fact that Kid's nemesis was not evil after all, let alone that they had shared in the deepest, most rampantly sexual desire he had ever experienced. Things were changing so quickly, he couldn't keep up. "B-but...what about Kid, Glenn, the others?"

Serge waved the matter aside as he pressed the shard of jewel into his paw. "They will be fully recovered by the time you arrive, and I will have explained everything so that we may present a united front." Stepping back a full pace, he held his hands high and then gestured, levitating Lynx until he hung helpless--and still heavily aroused!--in mid-air. Chuckling, the Arni boy stepped forward and gave him one final suckle of his thick, barbed tip and a fondle of his swollen balls that made Lynx groan and whimper longingly. "Come to the Sea of Eden, Serge, if you wish your dream of ten years ago to remain a reality...farewell..."

In a twinkling a flash of intense, blinding light washed over him. He had a brief glimpse of the six dragon statues exploding into unrecognizable fragments before he was suddenly whirling, rotating, hurtling through time and space in a dizzying network of color that almost burned out his retinas to look at them. A wrenching sensation--was that of loss?--and then he found himself crouching on hands and knees in a very strange place...twisting, confusing paths that wound and turned at impossible angles, a pastel sky and unusual foliage, all of it lit by a strange, lurid radiance. He was, he saw to his chagrin, still nude, although Serge had thoughtfully sent along his robes, which lay on the ground nearby.

For a long time Lynx remained still, breathing hard and barely able to believe that any of this was happening. His entire world had inverted in an eyeblink, and now he knew he had no choice but to follow the instructions he had been given if he ever intended to escape from this mysterious, mixed-up environment, let alone see his friends again or return to his own body. Yet he knew he would do it, because he believed and trusted Serge, and that he would also seek him out to find all the answers...and see if there could be any furtherance of their destined encounter once they were back in their true forms. He could not resist...that manly feline scent still called to him, binding him with cables of desire.

Except that scent was his now, swirling around him in a renewed mixture of lust incarnate, and as he sat back against the gnarled trunk of a tree and gazed down at the sagittal shaft spearing up along his sweaty torso, Lynx grinned slowly. There was nothing to say that he could not take as much enjoyment from this body as possible while he still had it...and he wanted to, oh how he wanted to. His groin was fairly frantic with need now, and before his astonished eyes his member jerked and spasmed, the glans throbbing and pulsating, sending arcs of long, silvery pre to splash all over his ears, muzzle, and neck without him even touching it.

So touch it he did. For a wondrous half hour he stroked, pumped, and caressed his hardness with one paw and tugged and clenched his balls with the other, gasping and shivering at the savagery of the sensations boiling through every inch of his body. And this time, although he never paused to let himself go flaccid, his cock somehow managed to outlast its previous record, and instead of orgasming right away, the masculine urges only grew more intense and churned all the more erotically inside his belly and thighs.

Soon Lynx's paw began straying...sliding along over every sharply cut and tightly packed muscle standing out so proudly on his frame. Up along his abdomen he stroked, his claws tracing out each of the six granite swells there...then into the deep, silken cleft between his shelf-like pectorals...then finally to one of his sensitively throbbing nipples.

Yowls and snarls of wild delight greeted the touch of claws upon that twitching nub, and his eyes alternately flew open and squeezed shut with the tidal wave of glorious rapture rising inside of him. Then, in a move of which he never would have thought himself capable, he began fantasizing...imagining his own lean, seventeen-year-old body locked in a vigorous embrace with him yet again. He pictured it in astonishing detail, having known himself so well...he could feel the warmth and supple grace of those young biceps wrapping around him...he could actually sense Serge's fingers teasing and circling, believed it was they inciting such exquisite ecstasy from his broad, pulsing nipples. He could envision his own mushroom head, covered with layers of pre, driving adamantly into his furry ass, ramming right into his prostate...in time with Lynx's own thick finger that even now probed his tender anus. And the more he imagined, the hotter and harder he became.

On and on it went, each plateau of sexual tension leading only to another, higher, more beautiful plane, and soon he was gyrating mindlessly, humping up and down like the parts of a well-oiled machine...one created solely for achieving as many fantastic peaks in a row as physically possible. Grunting and mewling in his flagrant need, the demi-human thrust and rocked, the corded bulk of his thighs standing out visibly under his fur, matching perfectly the sinews of his arms and shoulders as he pumped his shaft in an astonishing display of stamina, never ceasing, never even feeling a hint of exhaustion, as if he could go on like this for days.

In the end, he was not even aware of what he did next until after the miracle had occurred. Bending his agile feline spine, he curled into a ball and ducked his head down until with an amorous groan he managed to engulf his spurting glans and several inches of shaft in his questing muzzle. Something seemed to detonate inside him--a Magma Bomb, perhaps, for that certainly seemed to match the temperature of the cum that literally exploded in his maw. He almost choked on the amount, there seemed to be gallons of seed pumping out of those overfilled testicles, so much that it flooded his mouth with every spurt and poured out in miniature waterfalls over his lips and chin. A new geyser would rush out each time he lapped and licked around his head, probed the gaping slit, or especially when he teased his barbs. And it was so creamy, so rich, so exotic and infused with life and texture, that he couldn't get enough of it. But eventually the sensations became too much, and he threw back his head and roared until the entire Vortex echoed with his triumph.

Gasping with the relief of release, Lynx lay back at last against the tree again, noticing with bemusement the heavy layers of leaves and berries covering the ground, brought down by his shoulders pounding against the trunk. But he wasn't prepared when a door slammed somewhere above and an elderly woman's voice creaked irritably from very close by.

"Wot's all dis noise, eh?" The pattering of feet sounded on the path.

Disheveled and filled with dread, the demi-human looked down at himself...at the semen that drenched his entire upper body and even lay in pools and puddles all around him, as well as still dripping and oozing messily from his unflagging erection, which still burned with need for further pleasuring.

Serge, still a somewhat innocent and shy boy inside Lynx's body, turned beet red. How was he going to explain this...?!?

Adrift on the warm, tropical currents of the Sea of Eden in the makeshift boat he himself had constructed, Lynx, in Serge's body, looked up and smiled slowly, approvingly. Even across countless miles and another dimension, he could feel Serge's incredible lusts reaching satiation anew...for a few minutes at any rate. The bond was that strong, and it pleased him to no end. With all the suffering Fate--and he!--had put Serge and his friends through, the boy deserved this reward.

Even more than he knew...for Lynx still had not told him all. For not only had their time together given him the strength to resist Fate's commands, but it would provide the key to Fate's own undoing. He had not told Serge the goddess was no divinity at all, only a super-computer designed to look out for the welfare of all humanity...driven insane by the loss of the Frozen Flame and by her own enforced distance from those she was supposed to protect. Nor had he mentioned that much of what he saw and experienced was translated directly to her.

He hoped beyond any chance of success that experiencing love and lust through him might change Fate...that she would see the inherent worth of humans and their need for free will, and thus she would relinquish governance of them without a fight--and would continue to shield the unsuspecting humans from the wrath of the Dragon Gods. But if that failed...if Terra Tower were freed from its long confinement, then he and Serge would have to join forces to destroy it, as well as the Devourer of Time whose presence and evil...and desperate need for freedom...he had sensed for some time. In that case, their time together would be of even greater import...

Lynx looked up, gazing across the achingly beautiful blue of the waves toward the island of Chronopolis, looming with fell promise ahead of him...home, perhaps, to his destiny after all. Grasping the lashed saplings framing his sail, he turned the cloth to the wind and forced a hopeful smile to his face. For he also knew what else he had not told Serge...the reason for their strong bond, for the intense love and pride he felt at seeing the brave and handsome man Serge had become, for why he, Lynx, did not belong in this world...and why ever after they could not share the lusts of the flesh again. If the Tears of Love and Hate could be forged into the legendary Chrono Cross, they would have not only a weapon to save the world, but the key to restoring him to himself...and they could have a true reunion at last, when he could once more name himself Wazuki.

"Thank you, Serge," he whispered. "May we meet again soon, and share in the true nature of our love...my son..."