The Puppet 4: Catastrophe
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Two weeks had passed since the asmodeus incident. Ba Phyi Zhum lay on the floor of his cavern, face up, arms behind his neck - they're too short and his neck's too long for them to have been behind his head - pondering what exactly happened that day. What had been going through his mind? Why, towards the end, had he craved the orgasm he was refused?
What exactly was it that made him lash out at the demon? Had it been duty? Rage at being used in such a manner? Or was it - he almost dared not think it - anger at being... denied?
The events that took place afterwards weren't too unexpected - Even Ba Phyi could become victim to extreme levels of endorphins in his system, especially having already been brought so close to orgasm. Had the demon done a number on his head to make him lust in such a manner? He was growing weary of trying to think, and doing so only made it harder, as it tended to give him an erection. Truth be told, his penis had never actually returned to a normal, completely soft state since the incident - it always had at least a bit of stiffness to it, to the point of being visible. He felt awkward even leaving the cave anymore, which was probably the only reason neither the mage nor Cimota had visited.
He lifted his head ever so slightly; sure enough, his cock was at attention, the full nine inches - well, the normal nine inches, since that was no longer his "maximum" length - with a drop of precum balanced precariously at the tip. He could feel the skin stretch, could smell the pheromones; it had been moments like this throughout the last two weeks that made him miss the mage even more.
As he watched his penis throb, a strange yet familiar feeling washed over him: he couldn't be sure, but the sensation seemed "watered down," so to speak. It was as though he had felt this before, only much stronger.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something moving. He didn't need to look very far over, or for very long, as the movement was attached to his own body - his left hand appeared to be making a move towards his pulsing member. He himself wasn't the one doing this, Ba Phyi knew for certain; he'd never enjoyed any form of physical touch, even from himself. Using his right hand, he brought the left to a halt. Perhaps "halt" is the wrong term; it was more of a struggling stalemate.
As he wrestled with his arm, Ba Phyi noticed yet another undesired move on himself - his tail swung itself up between his legs, the tip seeming to hover over his crotch for a second before it curled around in a loop and descended. He brought his right foot swiftly up to impede the limb's progress.
This was all highly confusing, as he knew for a fact that he had not heard the words spoken - had that happened, he wouldn't have any control of his limbs at all, and he'd already be stroking himself. All this lack of control, however, was highly arousing to the already aroused dragon, and his cock displayed this by growing slightly in rhythm with its throbbing as he held his limbs back. What's controlling me?, he thought.
There wasn't much time to contemplate this, however, as he noticed his left leg making its move on his cock. Without any other limbs free to stop this one, he bent over swiftly, stopping the leg with the back of his head. This, as Ba Phyi hadn't thought of before, brought the erect penis directly in front of his face. His scent was so strong, he could feel it congeal before him as he watched the member helplessly, rapidly leaking pre. He felt his face go slack, and the moment he feared was upon him.
His whiskers reached out before him and began massaging the base of his cock. He winced, making every attempt he could to stop, but it was no use. The whisker trailed its way up the raphe slowly, taking its time even more as it approached the area on the underside of the glans, where it stroked left and right, up and down, in a cirular motion. His mouth opened as he moaned, and his tongue lashed out, giving the member a strong lick. He hated both the taste and the feel of it, and resented the fact that in spite of this, the nerve stimulation did bring its own pleasure with it. His tongue then rolled itself around the stock and led it into his mouth, where his lips closed upon the base. Though he could not see what his tongue was doing anymore, he could certainly feel the results as he sucked violently and passionately on his own shaft.
What was going on? Why was his body now acting against his will? Who was pulling the strings this time? As though they knew he was now "pleasuring" himself, his other limbs stopped their attempt at getting to his stock, which gave Ba Phyi an unusual idea - could it somehow be... no, there was no way that could be the case.
Unless...
He couldn't stand it any longer. Ba Phyi was all alone up in that cave, without any comfort whatsoever - it would a wonder if he hadn't gone insane by that point! The mage felt obligated to at least look in on him. If nothing else, it might help take his mind off what had happened. He made his way to the door of the temple.
"You know you go at your own risk."
The voice was so sudden and unexpected, it made the mage jump. Turning around, he found the voice to belong to the guru - the one who had originally "assigned" him the task of "paying" Ba Phyi for his services. Surely he of anyone would understand why he had to go... Before he could protest, however, the guru held his hand up to silence him.
"Do not argue with me; I understand your concern for him, but after having encountered a demon such as the one Ba Phyi Zhum had, it truly is not safe to approach him. Who knows what he might do?"
"That's exactly the reason I must go!" exclaimed the mage. "I fear he may be... I don't know, in some sort of trouble."
The guru pondered this for a brief half-second. "If you must go, then go. But be warned: he is in some sort of trouble, and it will try to bring itself onto you as well. He's been touched by an asmodeus, mage; there's precious little one can do in or for a situation like that."
"Thank you for your concern, master." He turned and left.
Ba Phyi had sort of expected this when he began sucking himself off, but it still shook him when it happened. As he continued to lap at his cock, he could feel it expanding in his mouth. Without the size change, it was all he could do to keep the whole thing contained; now, it was practically pushing his face away from his groin. His tongue lapped noisily at his head, his mouth having difficulty now staying closed entirely on the shaft. Something told him this was just going to get worse.
As the cock approached two feet in length, his left hand, now no longer burdened by the right, swung in, grabbed the base of the shaft, and began to work it along with his mouth. The hand teased the underside of the base, rubbing it with a finger gingerly, moving down, then groping the region directly beneath the penis, where his testes were closest to the surface. It then moved back up to the shaft and began stroking the area below his mouth up and down - an area which was now regularly increasing in size with his heartbeat and the subsequent throbbing of the cock. The shaft was just thick enough at this point that his hand could not fit entirely around it, but this didn't stop the unwanted action.
This was now getting the dragon verily pissed. He had difficulty thinking still, from both the loss of blood and the large amount of stimulation, but he was able to attempt a mindlink with his "assailant" - perhaps, he reasoned, the one responsible will respond if I ask them directly who they are. He formulated his question as strongly as he could in his head: Who is this, that is making me do this?
Sure enough, the answer came clear as day. It was exactly the answer he didn't want to hear.
You already know what it is. You reached that conclusion fairly early in our little session.
The mage climbed as swiftly as he could up the mountain trail leading to Ba Phyi Zhum's cavern. Upon hearing the guru's words, his worry for the dragon's well-being only increased. Truth be told, he felt almost as though he were in love with the dragon, and the lack of true sexual contact seemed only to strengthen this bond. He wondered, just for a moment, if the dragon returned his feelings... no time. Must get to the cave and make sure he's alright. He continued climbing.
As he approached the mouth, several things met his senses with surprise. The first of these things was a young man approach the cave entrance from the other side, from the direction of the village. He had heard of a younger interest of Ba Phyi's by the name of Cimota, and the silhouette he saw now fit the description: a tall and lanky fox-boy, dressed in a t-shirt and modest shorts. Ba Phyi had never really explained what the young fox was to him, and seemed to want to change the subject whenever the topic came up. Was he worried about the dragon's well-being, too?
The second thing to surprise him was the sound coming from the cave. It took him a while to figure out just what was different about it - silence. Before, there had usually been the sounds of heavy snoring or at least something coming from the cave; now, there was nothing. This just added more concern for the mage; he decided to find out what was going on, regardless of this Cimota character.
Cimota had run the whole way from the village to the cavern, in worry for his... he didn't really want to call him just a friend, as their relationship seemed deeper than that. He hadn't seen the light of the other approaching the cavern for several nights now, and was at the point of madness trying to surpress his worry. Finally, he got a chance to break away from his village duties and check in on the dragon, and he wasn't about to let it just pass him up. Out of breath, he approached the mouth of the cave. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something moving swiftly towards him; he turned and faced a figure dressed in the robes of a mage of the temple. This intrigued him; why would a mage of the temple be approaching the same cavern as the dragon?
His question was shortly answered. "Cimota, I presume?" the figure called out.
The young man was taken aback that this figure knew his name. "Y- Yes."
"Good; I'm not sure if Ba Phyi has told you about me, but," the figure pulled his hood off his head, revealing the visage of a highly-concerned green lizard, "I'm his other regular visitor. Why are you here?"
A light bulb went off in Cimota's head - this must be the man with the torch I see regularly! Surely he could trust Ba Phyi's other... interest. "I was on my way to check in on Ba Phyi; I hadn't seen him or your light in weeks, and I wanted to make sure he was okay."
The mage hung his head slightly; had he been that obvious, that he was visible from the village? No time to worry about that now. "Being from the village, I assume then that you heard nothing of Ba Phyi's encounter two weeks ago?"
Cimota shook his head. "No, we hear nothing of the dragon's daily affairs."
The mage regaled him with the tale of how Ba Phyi ran into the asmodeus, and what had resulted. By the end, Cimota was truly worried.
"What if... what if the saliva..." He could hardly spit out what was on his mind for his worried stutter.
"Yes? What if what?"
"What if... the saliva... did more than just allow him to grow down there? I mean, what if... it gave it..."
No, that can't be! You're not even an intelligent entity!
So? Hello: demon spit!
Ba Phyi was truly scared now. The saliva, it appeared, had not only given him the ability to increase the size of his penis at will; the residue still lingering in his skin seemed that it had a mind of its own. And the only thing on its mind, apparently, was physical pleasure. Just like an asmodeus to do something like this to his victim, he thought.
Yes, well, you'll have to thank his rotting corpse for me later.
By this point, the shaft had grown to four feet in length; Ba Phyi was still sucking furiously on the head, while his left and right foreclaws rubbed up and down the rest of the main body of the stock, coaxing it into even further growth.
"...okay in there, Ba Phyi Zhum?" The shout had come from the entrance. It sounded like the mage. Ba Phyi would have smacked his forehead in frustration, had he been able to.
He he he... and thus, the game gets interesting...
"Well shit, he's not answering." The mage kicked at the ground in frustration.
"Perhaps he's just asleep?" suggested Cimota. "I mean, that's what happened when I first met him."
The mage shook his head. "Even then, if we were to enter without his permission and nothing was the matter..."
"But I'm sure he wouldn't care if we announced our purpose to him upon arrival, if he is in fact okay," reasoned Cimota. "I'm worried about him, mage."
The mage gazed into the cave. "I know you are; I am, too. Look, you stay here, and I'll go in and check on him; he knows I'm here and would expect me, but wouldn't expect you. I'll come out and report on the situation in a little while. Besides, if something is the matter, I can always yell towards you to go get help." Cimota reluctantly agreed, and the mage gingerly entered the cavern. "Okay Ba Phyi, I hope you don't mind my intrusion then!"
As soon as Cimota could no longer see the mage, he entered after him. Like hell, I'm going to sit out here when Ba Phyi might be in trouble, he thought. Not if I can help it.
Ba Phyi was still pleasuring himself, his growth being held at bay at six feet long by what he assumed was the tiny bit of common sense the residue on his cock had. He was still having trouble believing that he was being controlled by spit, but it was asmodeus spit; everything about them was lust-driven. By this point, his left and right hand were rubbing up their respective sides of the middle region of the stock, and his tail had curled up between his legs and wrapped around the base, twisting and rubbing, while tickling the area just below his penis with his tail-flare. The head was too big at this point to fit in his mouth, so he was instead just straight licking it wildly; usually, his tongue would stroke the area just beneath the head, though it would sometimes dip into the urethra. Ba Phyi hated the taste and the feel of it, but his mind was now distracted by the thought of the mage. Why did he have to show up now? It sounded like he was worried...
A few seconds later, he could make out the sound of footsteps coming towards the main chamber. The mage had entered without permission. At this point, he was fine with that, as he had announced his presence, but at the same time, he feared for the mage. Get out of here...
Hmm... he's getting closer. I'd better hurry this up.
With that, Ba Phyi could feel his climax coming on him swiftly. He tried supressing it, holding it back, in spite of knowing he wasn't in control. It worked, or at least seemed to; while the orgasm hadn't occurred, he was definitely teetering on the edge, and in extreme pain for it.
What, you think I'd let you blow your load alone? No, your little friend is going to experience it in all its glory. I just wanted to make sure you were at the ready.
Ba Phyi Zhum grimaced internally.
The mage rounded the final corner, and what met his gaze was something he had never expected. "Ba Phyi... what's going on?"
It seemed as though Cimota's thought proved correct; something in the saliva allowed it to control the dragon. This wasn't good.
As this thought crossed the mage's mind, Ba Phyi lifted his mouth from the tip of his penis and let loose.
Cimota could hear the eruption from where he was, it was that forceful.
The mage ran for the other side of the room, avoiding the torrent as much as he could. There had to be some way to take the control away... Wait, could that work?
Don't do it, don't do it...
The mage turned around, faced Ba Phyi head-on, and recited the words from memory. "Nogard, rednerrus ruoy ydob ot em. Emoc rednu ym lortnoc."
Heh heh heh.
The mage attempted a simple lift of Ba Phyi's left foreclaw, just to see if it had worked. Nothing.
His own right hand suddenly lifted up, with no movement on the mage's part. "What the --" His mouth shut. What the hell's going on?
Hello, my dear mage, replied the assailant, and welcome under my control.
Cimota had heard the mage recite the words, yet nothing seemed to be happening as a result. He decided to peer around the corner and see if he could tell what was going on.
What he saw was the mage reaching up and stroking Ba Phyi's immense shaft. He knew the mage would never willingly do this, nor would Ba Phyi let him; they both must be under the control of the asmodeus' residuals, he reasoned. The words had backfired. Cimota had to think of a way to solve this, and fast.
As he continued to watch the scene unfolding before him, he watched as the mage unrobed himself, revealing his own rather well-endowed self, fully erect and leaking pre faster than Cimota had ever thought possible. The dragon then lay down on his back, his erection standing straight up and throbbing noticably. The mage walked over, straddled the dragon's body below the giant penis, and wrapped his arms around it. He then began squatting and standing straight back up, repeating in a regular manner, stroking the dragon cock and still rubbing himself off on it. While he admitted, what he was witnessing was horrifying, it was still making Cimota pretty hard. This gave him an idea, and since it was the only idea he had had so far, he decided to act on it.
Cimota pulled down his pants, exposing his erection to the now warm air of the cave. It quivered and twitched slightly in front of him. The fox reached down with his right paw and began stroking off swiftly.
I really hope this works...
The mage was in agony. He had no idea the words could be used against him. Now, here he was, literally being mindfucked by the last remaining aura of a demon. The guru was right; it was not safe to approach this situation. And now, his one hope lay in Cimota, to whom it was now impossible to shout for help.
He was still rubbing himself up and down the massive cock before him, which not only allowed him to rub his own extremities against it, but gave him the sensation that his own penis was being rubbed in the same manner. He could feel exactly how Ba Phyi had always felt during their regular sessions. Still, this was rape.
Suddenly, without warning, the mage stepped away from the shaft. His own cock was now twitching rather strongly now, begging him to continue, or to at least reach down and begin stroking it, but he was not the one in control of that now. Instead, he wandered over to the dragon's face and knelt down, leaving the dripping member directly in front of the dragon's mouth.
Ba Phyi could tell what was going to happen next; it didn't take a genius to figure it out. He was forced to bring his face up to the mage's crotch and stare directly at it for several seconds, letting the smell of the rapidly-leaking pre waft through his nostrils. As had happened with his own penis, his whiskers were sent out first; the left stroked and fondled the mages scrotal area, while the right stroked gingerly up the stock, tickling the area beneath the glans. As usual, Ba Phyi could feel every sensation he was now giving the mage's cock within his own, now amplified by his much-increased size. He didn't mind the sensations in his crotch; he did mind, however, that the whiskers were now leading the mage's cock into his now open and waiting mouth. His tongue shot out before the shaft was in too far and began licking it swiftly as it came closer, until his mouth finally clamped shut over it and began sucking furiously. His own penis was now leaking pre fairly steadily at the sensations, and twitching violently.
Ba Phyi wanted to cry. Instead, he continued to give the mage head.
Cimota was getting ever closer to climax. He knew he didn't have the time to pay attention to details in how he handled his cock, so he was just stroking it as fast as he could, hoping the friction and what he was viewing would take him over the edge. So far, it was working; he was already beginning to buck slightly at the pleasure he was giving himself.
Sure enough, within a minute of watching the mage recieve head from Ba Phyi, Cimota could feel his own climax begin to overtake him. Not wanting to waste any time, he didn't hold back; he just let loose, allowing his seed to flow out of him unimpeded onto the floor in front of him. Slightly tired from the orgasm, he bent down and swiftly got to work, using his finger to mold the puddle as best he could into a chakra, reciting a mantra quietly as he worked. Almost there...
The mage struggled against himself, trying as hard as he could to remove himself from the dragon's mouth. He admitted, it was bringing him closer to climax, but this was not at all what he had wanted. He knew, also, that the dragon must have been in terrible agony. He swore he could see tears forming in his eyes.
Suddenly, the mage felt a rumbling coming from inside the dragon. He didn't think Ba Phyi could purr... was this even the aura's doing? As if to answer his question, a thick, white substance came shooting forth from the dragon's mouth. Now, I know I didn't come yet, thought the mage. What the hell...?
The substance rebounded off the mage's body, lingering around his penis and the dragon's mouth for only a brief second; the mage couldn't tell for sure what it was doing. As it was in the air, it was joined by another torrent of the substance coming from the entrance to the main chamber. The full stream congealed around the behemoth cock and began glowing. The mage still wasn't sure what was going on, but it was sending vibratory sensations through his own crotch as well, bringing him closer to climax. The substance began pulling away from the shaft, and suddenly, the mage was able to move. He pulled himself out of the dragon's mouth and retreated towards the entrance of the chamber to watch.
As he approached, he saw Cimota sitting on the ground before a blue-glowing chakra, in a trance reciting a mantra. The mage recognized the circle within seconds - it was a cleansing chakra. He was finally able to put two and two together.
Like the asmodeus, Cimota was the only other being who had left a residue of some sort on Ba Phyi's body; he was always inside the dragon when he came, so the semen had to have been left on the stomach walls. Realizing this, Cimota had done some quick thinking and masturbated onto the floor, giving himself the proper medium with which to inscribe the necessary chakra. It seemed at least someone from the village had taken what they had learned at the temple home with them. The mage was both surprised by this and proud of Cimota for such ingenuity.
There was no time for praises, though; the vibrating cleansing spell had just about taken the mage to orgasm. Wanting to help Ba Phyi in his own way, he began stroking off, bringing himself and the dragon to climax within seconds.
After spouting like a fountain, Ba Phyi lay unconscious for some time, exhausted by both the two consecutive orgasms and the cleansing spell, during which time both the mage and Cimota kept a careful watch. As soon as he came to, the mage explained Cimota's actions.
"Well, that was certainly a good plan on your part, Cimota," replied Ba Phyi. "For that, I just might owe you my life."
Cimota shook his head. "I was just coming to the aid of someone I loved, pun not intended. You owe me nothing."
"Then at least allow me to show you just how grateful I am. Please?"
Cimota exchanged glances with Ba Phyi and the mage. "As long as you include him, whatever is fine with me."
Ba Phyi looked at the mage, a soft feeling portrayed in his eyes. "Not a problem."