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Student Becomes the Master

Feb 2025 Flavor of the Month: Wapatui!

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The flames of the fire danced in Silas's eyes, the fur drake's brown and cream colored fur cast delicate shadows across his body. His fur caught the flames and glinted like little slivers of sunshine. The usually bright disposition of the cute little drake was soured with a furrowed brow and a scowl as he let his mind wander while rotating his stick in the flames, the marshmallow a bubbling, charred mess.

Silas hated burned marshmallows, and he knew he was being wasteful, but he just wanted to torture something in that moment. He didn't care that his fur was dusty from digging up dirt, the blisters on his fingers, or that his clothes were going to smell like smoke and charred sugar. All he could think about was how his professor had screwed him over.

A silent, shallow snarl formed on Silas's lip, his fangs nearly showing. He wanted to tear his college hoodie off and throw it in that smug asshole's face like some sort of cop throwing his badge back at his superior in resignation. He found that artifact, not him. He found it in a pile of dirt that they thought was already sifted through! He should get the credit for the find and the classification of it. Instead, his professor took it and labeled it his own find. It was a small obelisk that had tinny writing on it in multiple languages, some that we thought lost. It was a new Rosetta Stone! Not only would it unlock so many other scriptures they had uncovered, but also provide proof of communication with other cultures and nomads! Yes, their professor would go down in history as the new Pierre-François Bouchard, and Silas wouldn't be more than a footnote.

“Hey Silas? You doin' okay buddy?" Tyler, a tiger and fellow student volunteer asked the fur drake. “Your marshmallow fell off, like, two minutes ago."

“No," Silas sighed, shaking his head, his floppy ears smacking against his brown antlers. “I just can't shake off how unfair it is. I'm not even asking to take full credit for the find. I just want to be mentioned is all."

“Yeah, I get it," Ryan, the muscle bound ape said from across the fire, his own stick being rotated by his foot as he relaxed shirtless, his big gut on display with his graham crackers and chocolate balanced atop his belly button at the ready. “Professor Vink is a massive dick, but what ya going to do? Who would the head archeologist believe? You, a green undergrad, or the tenured professor at the university they exploit for free labor."

“Come now," Wes, the striped shark spoke up, his dark gray body lined with sweeping black stripes, his whiskers curling around his lip as he licked melted marshmallow off them. “It's not exploitation if they pay us."

“You're getting paid?" Ryan raised a brow.

“Oh yeah, in college credit," Wes chuckled, tossing in the rest of his s'more into his maw for it vanish behind his rows of teeth.

“Always the smart ass," Tyler shook his head.

“Still," Silas scowled at his stick, the tip charring off and falling into the flames. “I need to do something, say something that'll get put on the record."

“Dude, just let it go," Tyler put a hand on the fur drake's shoulder. “It's not worth ruining your career before you even get started."

“No," Silas shirked Tyler's paw off his shoulder. “This could have been the start of my career, but that clout chasing asshole stole it from me."

“Bro, come on," Ryan inspected his marshmallow and decided to keep rotating it. “You have to learn to let these things go. It's not going to do you any good obsessing over the small stuff."

“Small stuff?" Silas's voice rose. “You saw what I found. Would you consider that discovery small."

“Dude, you know that's not what he meant," Wes spoke, licking molten sugar goo out of his teeth. “He's just trying to push you through the stages of grief faster. Better to move past the anger stage instead of letting it punt you back to bargaining every time."

“Ya know what, screw you guys!" Silas snarled and tossed his stick into the fire, kicking up a shower of sparks. “If you won't back me up, I'm going to just have to do this on my own."

Silas stood and started his way back to the dig sight.

“Silas," Tyler called after him.

“Let him go," Wes waived off the tigers objection. “Let him blow off some steam."

Silas didn't hear anything else they said as he marched down the dirt path. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he needed to do something or he would burn up on the inside. That's what he reasoned as he swiped tears from his eyes.

***

The registry office was just a tent with some humidity controlled boxes. Most artifacts weren't so fragile that they needed that kind of thing, so they were kept on tables and in open crates until they were to be sent to the lab for further classification and research. You'd think they would be keeping watch over the tent, but all they had was one video camera in the corner. A cellphone propped up on a silly tripod that hooked onto one of the tables. It was easy enough for Silas to sneak under the tent liner and turn off the phone. With his flexible, lithe body he was able to slink in with no problem.

Silas made his way around the tables, checking each one for his find. It didn't take long. It was on one of the center tables next to the head archeologist's ledger. It was recorded as found by their professor and the location was some pit he was assigned to. Silas grit his teeth at the lies scrawled on that page. He could just adjust the findings here in the ledger, and he could fake the signature that was used on corrections well enough, right?

The little fur drake started looking for a pen, shifting things about. Then he bumped against the obelisk. Silas paused and then lifted up the relic again. It was some sort of black marble that hadn't warn down over the ages. It was a miracle that the words weren't degraded and lost to time. He glanced over one of the words on the obelisk. He didn't know what the word meant, but he could sound it out.

“Narakahini?" Silas cocked a brow. He was sure he butchered the pronunciation.

That's when it happened. Silas felt a warmth that radiated deep in his soul. His heart beat and his body hummed with the same energy from the obelisk before a feeling bloomed between the folds of his brain. It was foreign and also familiar somehow. It was almost like the feeling of a sunbeam when you break out of cool water.

Then it spoke.

“Ah, so you are the one who truly found me," the voice echoed in his mind.

Somehow Silas wasn't fazed, his eyes started to glow golden as understanding swept through him. The very memories of the voice in his head steeped into his.

“You're a forgotten god," Silas blinked. “When I spoke your name…you were reborn."

“Correct," The voice said. “Though I am no longer the god you spoke, but a new one. I am you, and you are I. We are Silas now."

“I understand," Silas spoke evenly, a smile spreading across his muzzle as that holy buzz tingled through his form.

“Good," the voice said, and Silas nodded as though the voice itself was commanding his body. “Now, a god is only as strong as his worshipers. A single soul to merge with is a start, but I see there is anger in your heart. Some fresh wounds that need to be blamed with sweet vengeance."

The images of his classmates rolled through his mind, a wave of hot anger burned through Silas, his eyes glowing brighter.

“Yes," Silas smiled. “Why don't we start with the ones who refused to help me in my hour of need."

“Then, we can go for the prize," the voice murred, fading away as his conscious and Silas's consciousness fused.

“Professor Vink," Silas said, licking his chops, his body thrumming with holy power. With a swipe of his claw on the ledger it burst into flames before instantly becoming ashes.

***

Silas strode back to the campfire that his classmates had made, the three of them having cracked open some cheap beer and were drinking it down.

“Hey Si!" Wes shouted. “You go and show that Prof Vink a thing or two?"

“Dude, lay off the guy," Ryan smacked the striped shark's chest with the back of his hand. “You doin' okay?"

“Yeah," Silas stepped forward, his golden eyes glinting in the fire light. “I'm doing much better."

“You sure? Because you were pretty mad before," Tyler came over to the fur drake and put a hand on his shoulder. As soon as he did, Silas's head snapped to lock eyes with him. That's when the tiger saw the glow coming from those golden orbs. Silas gave a cocky smirk before opening his maw.

“You're mine now," Silas murred and then opened his mouth wide and sucked.

At first Tyler was confused, his head tilting to the side, but then his heart skipped a beat. The tiger's eyes went wide as he took a step back, his hand gripping his chest, the fabric of his shirt straining between his white knuckled fingers. His heart started palpitating, a cold sweat broke over his brow, his fingertips and toes hummed with adrenaline as fear prickled over his entire body. Then he saw it, deep in Silas's maw was a golden light, just a faint glow rolling out of his gullet like he had swallowed a lightbulb.

Don't go towards the light…

That was Tyler's last though as he gasped, his heart stopped in a panicked painful fit as he choked on something coming out of his maw. A glowing green orb with the ghostly image of Tyler's face curled passed his own fangs, the faint wisps trying to cling to his teeth as a last ditched effort before curling around them and falling into Silas's maw.

Tyler was screaming yet no sound came out, he was thrashing yet he didn't move. He was helpless as he was caught on the current of Silas's feasting maw. Drool dripped from the fur drake's muzzle, his teeth glinting and ready to bite into their meal, but what caught Tyler off guard was what he saw when he slipped past that slippery tongue and vicious teeth. The golden light in that gullet was strong and powerful, his ghastly green eyes glowed yellow, his jade aura slowly melting into topaz hews before dissolving down that throat.

The tiger wanted to escape, wanted to run, but deep in his bones, or his soul he should say, he knew this is where he was meant to be. The fear was just his old life, a life he was quickly forgetting. There was nothing left in his flesh for him. He was looking into his future. He was gazing into the heart of a…a…god…

Silas closed his maw, feeling that large orb fill his cheeks out as he gulped it back. The green bulge slowly shifted to golden rays as it sank into his gullet, bulging his throat as he let it sink down deep inside of him. Silas opened his maw, a light burp sending a few green and gold sparks out as his belly burned with power.

The other two guys were confused. From their perspective, they just saw Silas open his maw and Tyler just collapsed. He didn't even fucking touch him. They didn't see any of the light show that just played out. They didn't need to wait long to find out though as Silas turned to face them.

“Don't worry," the drake murred, his voice deeper. “I haven't forgotten you two morsels yet."

Silas opened his maw, his tongue lulling out as the light in his throat glowed brighter. The two got up to try and check on Tyler only for their hearts to pulse. They both looked over to Silas to see what was happening. A gust of wind was spiraling into his maw, the smoke form the fire curling in with its sparks as though he were a bottomless bellows taking in breath. Both Wes and Ryan fell to their knees, gripping their chests. They couldn't breathe, they couldn't hardly see from the pain as their hearts stopped. They tried to grip their throats, to stop whatever was coming up, but it was too late. A red orb came out of the striped shark's muzzle and a blue out of the ape's.

Each one reluctant to leave their own muzzle, only for them to snap free and spiral in the twister of smoke and sparks. Both wanted to be free, both wanted to fight for their lives, but they were meshed together, one after the other curling into that muzzle before it closed.

Silas gulped down his meal before, but when he snapped his maw shut now he savored it, his cheeks bulging as he chewed. Those souls bounced about, their color tainted with the golden glow that was still syphoning them down that throat. They were unbecoming, their lives and memories being erased and absorbed. Powerful gulping filled their ears, each glug another piece of them gone.

Silas moaned around his meal, the spirits trying to claw their way out of his lips only for his tongue to lull them back. The flavor was ambrosia. You'd think something with no mass would be light and airy, but those souls were heavy and full. They had a thickness to them, like chewing into perfectly cooked steak, seasoned with sweet memories and savory truths. Drool lined the throat that those two started to slip down as the flavor faded. Two large orbs bulged Silas's throat as he slurped his classmate's down into his gut.

“Fuuuck," Silas groaned as the last of his meal curled into his gut, glowing and flowing through him. “Now, fuel me. Give me your strength, your god given talents, and your vitality. All of it."

Silas's gut hummed with power, the spirits in it curling and melting into his own before bleeding out into his body.

“Yes! Give in, you're mine and you always will be. Worship me from the inside, please me, and you shall be rewarded."

Silas's heart beat hard, his veins throbbing with golden light as it surged down his extremities. His fur stood on end as the pleasure of those souls surrendering filled every corner of his body.

“Yes! This is the pleasure of a god! Give it to me! Grow my vessel!"

Silas's body pulsed, every one of his muscles flexing as he inched upward. His antlers grew wider, thicker. His jaw cracked and became more angular and sharp, powerful cords of power lashed onto his neck as his Adam's apple became more prominent. His university hoodie rode up, exposing his midriff, the shallowest shadows of abs were already forming. His pants rode up, exposing his ankles, his tail lashed out further, the plumage riding down his back more silky and airy. His forearms crept out of that sweater, his fingers getting thicker his claws getting sharper.

“Fuck, this is hardly a fraction of one soul, I can feel the, urmf, Power welling up inside me. It's so hot, so pure, so fucking pleasurable. I can hardly contain it." Silas lifted his head up to the sky and snarled. “Now, ascend my vessel. Become a fitting body to house a true god!"

The light pulsed through him again, but instead of just a singular pulse, it was a series of pulses, rolling down his veins and pumping him up. Thick, wet, cracking filled the air as Silas's growth accelerated rapidly. It was starting to get almost violet, his one arm pulsing larger than his other, his foot bursting out from his shoe, his toe claws tore through his steel toed boots. His pecks lunged forward, one at a time and forced his sweater to tear down the center, his shoulders shunting one side out and then the other before visibly flexing beneath the taut sweater and swelling larger.

The drake started to reel in the power, but not stopped it, forcing it to bend to his will, his body evening out as he stomped his smaller foot on the ground, his foot bursting from the boot and grinding the tore leather and sole into the ground. His ass cheeks burst out the back of his pants, each a globe of sculpted power as his tail shook out behind him, reeling larger and smacking a tree, the bark tearing from it as he did so. Silas did a double bicep pose into a lat spread. His biceps tore out of his sleeves, his lats practically growing out of the arm holes. He then pushed down into a most muscular pose, his sweater splitting down the back.

“That's right, be gone sullied vestments," Silas grunted before tossing the remaining scraps of his hoodie into the flames. “But we aren't done yet. We've only absorbed about half of what's there. I didn't demand a tithe. I demanded everything you are. Now, surrender yourselves to me!"

Instantly the souls shattered in his stomach and the drake's eyes glowed with raw power.

“Yes! More," Silas grunted out, his voice dropping deeper. “Bigger! More!"

Silas's form lurched upwards, the growth violet, but even. Silas's teardrop hamstrings burst out of his pants, his clavs tearing the remainder of the denim into scraps as he continued to grow taller and more powerful. Silas lifted his foot and slammed it down on Tyler's lifeless body, his massive foot easily covering half the tiger's back and still continued to expand. He had to be over eight feet tall, his body a tower of muscle. His pecks pushed forward into a shelf, an awning over the cobblestone abs and angry obliques. His back muscles faught against one another to find space as he continued to well. He was so large, his arms were forced to an angle and his gate a permanent swagger.

Then his underwear started to strain. In that pouch was a thick sausage and a duo of orbs. The fur drakes tighty-whities had been blown into a makeshift jock with how his ass ripped out of them. But now is cock was glowing with power. It swelled, each heavenly pulse and thrum of that powerful heart caused it to swell. The elastic and fabric did nothing to halt it's advance as though it couldn't push back against that emerging members assent. Nothing could stop it. The fabric continued to tear, a duo of grapefruit sized nuts flopped outward, the thick member tearing through the rest of the elastic band and flinging the scraps into the fire as a two foot long piece of fuck meat hung out before him.

That wasn't all though.

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