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The Dream That Turned Real|The Canine Underworld by Triple xXx Werewolf 2013

Subchapter 01 - Playing with Fire (Immolation/TF Short)

First Person Perspective

I had another one of those dreams that Gorn had been talking about when I got here: the one where the scenario is all good and nice at first, but then everything turns to shit in a second, and there was no way out. Well, at least I had some pleasure in it.

So, here's how it went...

I was standing outside of Gorn's place, like a spawn point in a game, I always started out there in my dreams. But the kicker was, nobody was around, not even Ryan.

Only me, and the light blue dragon that belonged to Lupo Naikomak: Valdov.

"Valdov?" I asked the dragon, "Could you help me with something?"

"Anything, you name it."

"I-I've been having some... thoughts, lately."

"And?"

"And, it- It involves you setting me on.. on fire." I hesitated a bit. Valdov cocked his head to one side.

"May I ask why, Mike?"

"It's been something I was thinking about, because of what Gornak told me. About the immortality?"

"Yes, I remember. You cannot perish by normal means. Only by being consumed by Demon can you die here." Valdov replied, lowering his head a bit.

"And it's because of that, that I can try this thing out. So will you help me, Val?"

Valdov tilted his head down further and shut his eyes. "If this is your final wish, then I will."

"Uhm, why you talkin' like that?" I asked.

"Because, to me, I feel you are using me to contemplate..." he paused, "Suicide."

Really? He described my fantasy with that word?

"Valdov, I can't kill myself if Death can't touch me, right? And I'm already dead, remember? So there's no reason to act like that."

The dragon slowly opened an eye. "I pray that you are right, Mike. I do not wish to be at fault if your plans go wrong."

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After a few moments of prepping, I was ready to face the challenge I gave to myself. Valdov prepared his fire breath by blasting the ground a few times, each weaker than the last.

"Alright, Val, you ready?"

"I suppose so."

"Okay," I paused a moment, "Worst case scenario, I lose... ehh.. maybe my fappin' hand, at least. I can still do 'it' with my other one."

We got into position. At first, I was going to catch a baseball-sized fireball with my left hand. Then Valdov was going to light me up with his fire breath if I didn't lose my hand.

Valdov puffed his face-cheeks, and I stood off to the side, stretching my arm out where he was going to pitch the 'ball'.

[Puh-tui!]

He shot the fireball where I knew it was to go. My hand, engulfed in fire after I caught it. Taking a long moment to analyze what I was feeling as I held my hand up, the temperature felt about six hundred degrees Farenheit. I knew that I should be in very extreme pain, and that my hand should've been burned off... But my brain was contesting to that, telling me that it felt more like two-ten, and my pain receptors had been null from the moment it hit my hand. And, I was calm about it, the opposite of hot, of fire...

Cool. Ice.

"Hmm.. Interesting." I said out loud to Valdov as I brought my flaming hand to eye level, looking at my palm first, then the back of my hand, wiggling my fingers.

"What is it? You are hurt?" Valdov asked in curiousity.

"It's like I can not feel the fire on my hand. I know it's supposed to be hot, but it only feels slightly warmer than my own body temperature, like liquid candle wax on my skin, hot."

I then slapped my hands together, transferring the fire to my other hand before both flames sputtered out.

"Damn," I laughed, "That's awesome!"

Valdov craned his big head over to look at my hands. Not a mark had been left on either of them. Pouting his lips like you would see in an internet meme, he brought his head back to his body.

"You know, I think I'm ready for the full deal, Val, so give me your best shot!"

Valdov inhaled deeply, then blew hard, setting my body ablaze with his fire breath.

Throughout this next ordeal, I just stood there, arms out to either side, eyes open. "This is quite a bit hotter, now."

"Should I extinguish the flames?" Valdov asked, worried.

"No, no, I'm fine." I said, in a calm tone that sounded like I wasn't on fire.

And fine I was. I was expecting my eyes to melt out of thier sockets this time, and my balls to explode from the heat. Strangely enough, my nuts were still on me, and I was still looking at the dragon who had just 'flamed' me. My tailhole sure puckered up, though.

What's more, I actually started to get aroused from feeling the flames envelop me, the physical feeling of literally being burned alive, caressing my body with it's warmth, and my knot started hardening in my sheath without even getting a boner.

I reached down to gently grope my knot a few times, shuddering at the pleasure of this seemingly taboo activity that I was now partaking in. Releasing my wings, I gave myself a quick couple of flaps to put the fire out.

"How did that feel, if I may ask?" Valdov asked, a look of concern in his grayish-blue eyes.

"It felt.. pretty good." I said, bringing a look of drop-jawed shock to the dragon's face.

After regaining his normally calm compsure, he asked, "So, what's next?"

"Y'know, while I was on fire, I was thinking, 'if this is all you got, I might as well be bathing in thermite.'" I said, putting a big question mark above his head.

"And you want to 'try that out'?"

"Yeah. See if that's any hotter. So dig a trench right over here, about three feet deep, and fill it with your thermite."

Valdov did as I had asked, and started clawing at the ground, making the trench four feet deep instead of three, and seven feet wide by ten feet long.

He then puffed out his face-cheeks again, making deep retching sounds, before letting it all out into the trench, flaming up in a few areas from coming into contact with the ground.

Valdov looked weak from puking his thermite, and lay down, still watching me.

"Alright, here goes!" I said enthusiastically as I stopped at the rim, looking at the mixture of reds, oranges and whites on the top.

I slowly slid my toeclaw in, expecting it to be vaporized. It felt twice as hot as when I was aflame, but I was numb to the sensation, and a small flame shot out when I made contact.

"I would say this is around eight hundred degrees Farenheit. Not bad." I said as my toes slipped under the surface, feeling only as hot as a hundred thirty degrees, about the hottest bath a Human could take before turning into a boiled lobster. Werewolves, on the other hand, have better temperature thresholds than that, so to me, it felt like a nice, hot bath, despite the fact that the temperature was double- no, quadruple that.

By now, I was into my knees in the hot dragon sludge. I say sludge, because it was very thick, and the smell was worse than the massive shit the dragon took some time ago. But then, as I got accustomed to the unique scent of it, the more I became aroused, and my knot was threatening to rip my sheath in half now, while I sat down in the stuff, groaning in delight at the heat surrounding my lower body, that my upper half had yet to join.

Sighing in extacy, I dipped my hand in the molten thermite, scooping up a handful of it. Staring at it for some time, I then dipped a finger-claw in it, and very dumbly, sucked it off.

_ "Glah! Uuhhuh!" _ I blurted out, spitting out the metallic tasting substance. "Okay, that's something there. Ugh, that was nasty.." I then spoke after my tastebuds recovered from that discovery, "Well, better on the outside, then in, I guess. Mmm.."

After that statement, I then poured what was in my hand on my chest, feeling it's delightful burn on my flesh, before grabbing up more of the stuff, and rubbing it all over my upper body, before shaking off the thermite on my right hand and cupping my muzzle with it, flattening my ears back and closed my eyes as I finally gave in and dove under the surface, surrounded by liquid fire stinging my whole body. The rush of the heat, the burning, the slimy thickness.. it was all too much, and I came, unloading a quite literal explosion of cum into the metallic lava pool, no sooner than it shot out, it exploded, sending shockwaves through the pool, through my body as well, creating another round of orgasm, as I shot even more cum than I normally would, explosions rocking the surface, splattering all over the wasteland, but not on the dragon.

Eventually, I had to come up for air, wiping the magma off my face to open my eyes. I only took a couple steps, before the thermite cooled off, freezing me in mid-step.

"Aw, crap! Hmm.." I said, before over-torquing my body to break free, sending shards everywhere, feeling cold for a few minutes before warming up.

"Hmm, that was weird." I said, as Valdov gave me an odd stare.

"Hey, Val, you okay after that barf?"

"Yes, but... you look different."

"Really?"

Valdov sat up, and carefully ripped out one of his large breast scales, polishing it with his tongue before standing it on the ground for me to look at myself.

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My jaw fuckin' dropped , as I saw myself in an entirely new form:

I had no fur, my skin was near pitch-black... loaded with less muscle than before I went in the thermite, yet I felt even stronger...

My eyes no longer looked like the shining marbles Ryan had adored, but now charred black and fire-colored, like the victim of the Ghost Rider...

My snout was a bit narrower than my old form, but...

Opening my mouth, I saw not my standard set of werewolf fangs, but larger, sharper, and more refined bone-rippers, with a slightly forked dark purple tongue... hmmm...

Spinning around, my tail was nothing but bone, with a pointed, sting-like tip...

My wings were all bone as well, yet they still worked as before, trying them out, I actually hovered a few inches of the ground...

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I was almost speechless when I reached down to feel myself down there... and found nothing!

"Ohh, God..."

I thought I had dreamt that nobody else was here, before I felt another presence. With my hand still on my empty crotch, I looked toward the house, and found Ryan, looking back at me.

Ryan recoiled in horror, letting out an ultrasonic scream that sounded more like a whine, backing up a few steps, as I stood there, watching his reaction.

"GORN!!" he screamed his lungs out as he sped into the house, slamming the door.

_ So... This is where the nightmare starts... _

"Damn!" I cursed out through gritted teeth, flames shooting out between them. "There's no such thing as a good day when you're in Hell, eh, Valdov?" I then lightly joked.

"If this was Tag, you'd be it, I guess." the dragon replied. "But I must confess, that I thought this was a bad idea to begin with, but I held my tongue in fear of how you would react."

Just then, I heard the door open, and the Minotaur purposefully strode out, towards us, dragging Ryan by the tail with Dan following.

He had stopped but five yards from us, snapping my mate to his feet.

"Is this the Demon you speak of, Ryan?" Gorn spoke with a low rumble.

"Yes, Gorn, B-but I think that's Mikey in there, I can just feel it somehow!"

I just about opened my mouth to speak, when Val walked in front of me. "It is Mike, Gornak and Ryan, but he... Transformed, in a way."

"Your words smell like the shit you took earlier, Val. What do you know about this, make sure you aren't bullshitting us?" Dan said, before Gorn looked at the dingo. "Oops, sorry, Gorn."

"Mike-- He wished to be immolated. I hesitated at first, before complying to his request to bathe in my fire."

I then stepped around Valdov and looked at Ryan. "Ryan, I may look different on the outside, but I'm still me on the inside."

"You can't judge a book by it's cover, and that's what I'm feeling off of you. Because I look different, you think I'm some random Demon now. Speaking of which, remember when you caught me screwing a Demon up the ass? Or when you found me under that boulder? I wouldn't be telling you this if I was a Demon, Ryan... You can trust me on that."

"He's right," Dan said, "so why don't you take a closer look, shake hands, maybe. You did say it was still him, after all. Plus, another little tidbit: WEREWOLVES FEAR NOTHING!"

"Alright, here goes." Ryan said to himself.

"That's what he said." Val joked.

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Ryan stood a yard from me, scanning every part of my body, before locking eyes with me.

"Your eyes... They're so scary-looking. And your-"

"Said little Red to the big Wolf, why are your yadda-bla-blah. C'mere, hug me!" I interrupted him, pulling him into a bear-hug. He then started screaming in pain, "_ WAAH, LET ME GO, IT BURNS!! _"

I instantly pulled away to see the HUGE marks I made on him just through contact. Where our bodies pressed together, his fur was burned off, his skin the same. I cupped my mouth in shock. "Oh, no, oh, no, uhhhh... Fuck, Ryan, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! Oh, man, this is way worse than when I punched you, Oh, shit!"

Ryan rubbed the back of his neck, still reeling in pain from our hug, looking at his chest as his skin grew back, his fur came in, but devoid of color, now white.

I looked on in shock, of how I was still as hot as the thermite I had bathed in, and of how Ryan's fur turned white where I pressed his body up against my own.

"Aah, dammit!" Ryan cursed. I lowered my ears and tail, thinking that this was the last thread in our relationship.

And I think it just broke.

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I had thought the scenario, my brain's simulation of the moment, over, and it went like this:

"I won't judge you based on looks, Ryan, you know that." I said.

"Well, I will, and I think that mating mark got burned off when you went for that little 'dip', Mike. We're mated no longer, for what you've done!"

Mixed feelings washed over me. Shock, anguish, lament, fear, and anger, but only one was plain to see.

"Fine. You want it that way, means I won't care if I hurt you, now." I angrily snarled as I stepped towards him, slowly shifting into my new Hellhound form, its' form and features derived from my Demon form as the others backed off.

"And that means... " I then whispered in his ear, "I'm gonna kick your ass, boy!"

In one swing, I knocked him to the ground, pinning him on his back by the arms, sizzling under my footpads as he screamed in pain to be released.

"Your words fall on deaf ears, Officer DuBon, not even your friends can save you." I said, Ryan still struggling under me as I threw out a sinister laugh for kicks.

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'Damn it, why did I hafta go and do that for? I lost my only mate yet again!' Ryan's thought echoed throughout his mind, bring him back to earlier, when he took a swing at Dan and I. 'Urgh, I gotta try at least something to get him offa me!'

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He then opened his jaws, and let out his own Sonic Blast, like the one he used on Dan in the showers. It was of no use.

"Wow, what did you eat, I wonder? Let's find out, shall we?"

Placing my claw over his shoulder, I jammed it through his nerves, cutting off all communication to that limb to prevent him from trying to hit back, before moving that claw over his chest, ever so lightly, tracing down the area to cut.

"Oh, please, don't do it, please, no, don't!" he screamed weakly. "I'll be your slave, your servant, anything you want, but don't cut me open!"

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Just as my claw broke through his chest to plunge into his heart, both Ryan and I woke up, Ryan pinned under me, in the same spot we were in my dream. We both screamed, blasting each other with our Sonic Roars, Ryan's actually being strong enough to throw me off of him.

After a few moments of revovering, I finally asked, "Aah, what happened there, Ryan? I almost killed you in my dream." Looking at him, his fur had not changed a bit, every strand the same charcoal grey.

"I know, I was having that same one you were having. Gah, either my arm's still asleep or you really did some massive damage on me. C'mon, arm, wake up!" Ryan replied. "And I gotta say, your new demon form? Oh, my gawd, it makes you look so much hotter now, despite how scary you look."

"Really?" I asked, looking around before finding one of Valdovs' breast scales on the ground. Picking it up, I was surprised at how light it was for it's size.

Looking at my somewhat distorted reflection, I was shocked to find that my form had changed into that which i had seen in my dream, and automatically fainted, crashing foward onto the dragon scale.