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Sin Megami Tensei: Hayataro’s Dirty Dive

Written by: TiranMaster

Commissioned by: Irreverant

The ruins of Tokyo surrounded Hayataro as he easily leapt over a half-buried building, roots making the climb easier for the bipedal canine. His steps were nearly soundless as he alighted on top of the building, peering out into the distance, his eyes narrowing as he glanced around. The mane about his head blew slightly in a dim wind, practically unfelt in the post-apocalyptic world, but the canine warrior looked majestic standing there. “Where is it?” he asked himself, his glowing blue eyes peering into the nearby ruins, hoping he might suddenly locate the entrance.

What remained of humanity was relying on Hayataro along with several other guardian creatures, each of them hoping to find artifacts of some worth to help empower humanity to survive the onslaught of demonic and angelic forces in turn. Hayataro had volunteered to go deep into the ruins of humanity’s cities to find a relic buried in a dungeon, one that was rumored to be by some demons that Hayataro had run into. The canine’s tail twitched as he caught the whiff of a stale wind, something that might come from a dungeon, and with a powerful leap of his legs he started sprinting in the direction of the scent.

Jumping past those monsters that kept their distance, it was easy for Hayataro to destroy any demons that tried to put themselves between him and his goal. He was easily one of the strongest creatures in that part of the world, though if he were to run into the Nahabino, it would surely be a close fight. Not that Hayataro particularly wanted to put himself at odds with the demi-god, he was certain that the figure was helping humanity rather than endangering it. Pushing such thoughts aside, Hayataro soon came across the entrance, half-buried under sand and underneath a crumbling building.

Kneeling down, Hayataro’s nostrils were hit with the pungent scent of decay, but he also could sense something of great power deep inside the ruins. Just standing at the entrance, the canine’s fur bristled with the supernatural energy rushing out from the artifact from within. He could feel his hope rising, knowing that he would be able to aid humanity once more, to help them step from the precipice of oblivion. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, the canine’s face returned to a neutral impassive expression as he started down into the dungeon.

Immediately he recognized that the fiends within were stronger than those out on the surface; incubi, archangels, werewolves, and a menagerie of monsters coming to face down Hayataro. “I am here to save humanity, stand down!” he growled, baring his claws as he stared down the horde of creatures.

“Humanity is what doomed this world,” the angels argued, wielding blades and holy magic.

“What do we care about humanity? We merely wish to survive and live on,” the demons roared, baring their own dark magics and claws in turn.

“Very well,” Hayataro said, narrowing his eyes before pushing into the onslaught of enemies, all the while determined to save the people of the world who struggled to survive every day.

The dungeon was soon rife with the bodies of enemies, all of them turned away by Hayataro’s power, though it wasn’t without scars. The canine creature was pummeled by them, his muscled frame beaten by magics and weapons alike, but he managed to work his way through the battle. Soon it was just he who walked through the tunnels of the dungeon, ducking and weaving through the detritus of the fallen world above. There were more monsters within, though not so many as there were near the entrance, those other beings who’d been drawn by the promise of the relic.

The dungeon was rather featureless all things considered, save for the occasional piece of architecture or root poking through packed walls. Hayataro could sense the relic off in the distance though, practically bouncing off of the walls, its presence made him shiver. He could feel the power permeating him even from such a distance, it made him wonder how humanity would thrive with such an object of power in their hands. He paused as he caught a whiff of something else in the air, a heavy dose of musk, something powerful and beastial that was prowling within the dungeons.

Turning his head, Hayataro took a deep whiff, his hackles rising at the powerful odor from somewhere else within the tight confines. More than that, he was certain there were several, each of them boasting a potent smell, and they radiated some power of their own. “Guardians?” he mused, tilting his head as he glanced from side to side, noting the different tunnels that led off deeper into the dungeon. He knew that they would likely be powerful and dangerous in their own right, but he needed the relic, and it was clear that he would likely run into one of them before long. Bracing himself, Hayataro chose one of the tunnels that had less of a scent than the others, and then he was off once more, keeping himself low to the ground as he peered around every corner.

Deeper in, monsters grew increasingly scarce, those who remained within were either very powerful, or extremely timid. Hayataro glared down any others who tried to approach him or give him as much of a side-glance, he was here for a purpose, and he had no issue with taking down anyone who tried to get in his way.The further in he got, the stronger the scent became, and the more he slowed his speed as he peered around every corner cautiously, preparing himself to see one of the creatures within. He could hear the sounds of the guardians stomping around somewhere off in the distance, no notable words or sounds he could hear from them, but he was certain they were somewhere lumbering around. Girding himself, Hayataro snuck into the shadowy tunnels, his eyes soon landing on the first of one of the creatures.

As he’d surmised, they were enormous hulking creatures, mammoth frames that filled out the entirety of the dungeon hallways. Hayataro wasn’t immediately certain of what the creature was in the shadows, but as it drew closer it almost seemed draconian in appearance. Scales rippling across its massive arms, its eyes completely white, no sign of an iris or pupil. It snorted as it drew closer, a small billow of smoke sliding out of its nostrils as it glanced around. Nestled between its massive pecs was a luminous red crystal, pulsing periodically, the creature grunting as it continued its patrol. Hayataro had to cover his nose as it drew closer, the smell rank and potent, making his head swim with its powerful odor.

Beneath the creature’s thighs was a massive swinging pair of testicles and its manhood, currently swinging back and forth. As the creature lumbered through, his massive piece of equipment dripped along the floor, leaving a trail of pre in his wake as he walked past, completely unaware of the canine in his hiding place. Hayataro briefly felt a flush of embarrassment, though it wasn’t anything he’d not seen before, especially fighting incubi just earlier that day. The sheer size of it was a bit emasculating though, and the scent pouring off of the beast was intense. It smelled of musk, sex, and sheer sweaty odor. “It’d be best not to fight one,” he murmured, watching carefully as it turned a corner and started to lumber out of sight, the clicking of its claws on the floor soon the only remaining sound.

Mere moments after it turned the corner though, another creature loomed into sight, this one a different species, but equally large. Unlike the drake, this creature was hefting a massive club, otherwise it was very similar in appearance. Bulging biceps and pecs, pure white eyes, and that ominous red crystal fused into its chest. The canine leaned back into the shadows, waiting out the patrol, biding his time as he knelt into a comfortable position. He hoped that there might be some lapse in their pattern, but one after another they appeared. In fact, there were times where a couple wandered down the same pathway. Two of them bumped into one another, barely seeming to acknowledge each other. But once they ran into one another, they started to snort and huff, pressing into one another, peering into blank eyes. Moments later they were kissing deeply, running their hands over each other hungrily.

It wasn’t long before the two mammoth beasts were pressing each other into walls, eagerly rubbing and groping each others’ massive muscles and nipples. They kissed and nuzzled into each other's bulging frames, sniffing their armpits, licking up over their bodies. The two grunted and growled lasciviously, their cocks perfectly erect, though they didn’t seem interested in fucking each other at that moment.. Hayataro had to stay in his hiding place, fully aware that the pair might end up accidentally rolling over him in their hungry body worshipping. All the while, he could feel the presence of the relic further inside of the temple, practically calling out to him. “Patience,” he said to himself, knowing that it was only a matter of time before he would reach the center.

Unlike the canine warrior, others weren’t as patient as he, and before Hayataro could stop them, an angel flew past him. Hayataro’s eyes widened as he watched the wayward angel fly into the hallway, and though the two beasts were busy lusting over each others forms, they weren’t too busy to notice the angel trying to get past them. In mere seconds, the massive forms uncoiled from one another and were on the angel, reeking of musk and sweat, cocks drooling all over the tunnel. There were shouts and screams as the angel started fighting back, and Hayataro realized it was the perfect opportunity to make his own attempt on the relic.

Leaping up from the shadows of his own hiding place, Hayataro sprinted through the shadows, keeping low to the ground as he peered around the corner. He saw the two guardians in the process of lashing out and taking shots at the angel, and already more guardians were approaching from every angle. Beasts of all kinds of descriptions, animalistic, some looking like something out of the deep ocean, and one appearing to be something that used to be human. All of them with the same crystal in between their pecs, and all of them ravenous to destroy the intruder.

Somehow managing to avoid the other guardians, Hayataro stepped into a large room, in the center of the guardians’ patrol route. The room was large, the entries into it being much smaller than the guardians themselves, seemingly preventing them access. Letting out a small sigh, Hayataro glanced around the amazing room, seeing several treasures laying strewn about. Much of it would likely land him a fortune if he were to turn it in, but that wasn’t what was truly calling to him. He could feel the power in the room to his very bones, and turning he saw the relic in the center of the room.

Floating in the center of a golden glowing circle of light was a gem, pulsing a warm blue light, about the size of a baseball. Stepping towards it, Hayataro’s chest suddenly seemed so much tighter, and the distance between himself and the gem so much smaller. He hardly blinked before he was standing before the column, peering up at the gem. It seemed to call to him, radiating pure magical energy, the promise of pure untapped magic right in his grasp. “This will save humanity,” he said, suddenly completely certain of that fact, it would take away any energy crisis and would uplift humanity to the point that they would be able to fend off any and all threats to their existence.

Staring at the gem, Hayataro’s expression lightened, his blue eyes glazing over slightly as he felt a thrill at the prospect of saving so many. He imagined himself standing as the hero of all, even the Nahabino standing in his shadow. He reached out and stroked the polished surface of the gem, gasping as his fur stood on end at the touch. It was electric with power, it looked absolutely perfect, and he knew it would be at home with him. His hands clasped the gem, thrumming at the touch, his arms tugging it out of the golden pillar and then to his breast. “Safe at last,” he sighed, holding it close to his body, so warm as it pulsated against his chest.

As he held it there, the canine barely noticed the crystal pulsing harder, slipping easily through his fur, pressing deeper into his flesh. “Hm?” he mumbled, his eyes fluttering open as his fingers opened to reveal the crystal pressing in between his abs. “What? Stop that,” he grunted, trying to slide his fingers around the crystal and tug it out, but he quickly lost purchase on the sides of the crystal. “No!” he yelped, trying harder to yank it out, but slowly it sank into his flesh, taking root in between his pecs. As the crystal took root, Hayataro was nearly knocked over as a pulse of pure light and power flooded his body, causing him to moan as his cock started to stiffen and swell.

Staggering away from the pillar of light, once more Hayataro tried in vain to pluck the crystal out in the hopes that it might release, but it stayed firmly where it was. At first it pulsed that warm and calming blue color, but already it was deepening into a purple color, shifting towards red. “Damn it! It’s a trap!” he growled, going so far as to dig his claws in around the gem, but it was to no avail, instead just managing to cut up his chest somewhat with his claws.

Trying to straighten himself up, Hayataro shook a warm haze from his head, realizing that he’d been affected more than he’d allowed himself to realize. The crystal was the relic... or perhaps just A relic, one of many, created to lure in adventurers such as himself. He’d seen the guardians, their immense power, and the crystals buried in their chests. “I need to leave,” he told himself, straightening up even as the crystal continued to pulse in his chest, filling him with power and warmth. He felt a brief thought to start rubbing his body, massaging his pecs, to grope his balls... “No, I won’t give in,” he told himself, knowing that he had more important things to do. He wasn’t certain, but he was sure that the crystal’s effects had to be tied to the dungeon itself, and more over the pillar of light that beckoned him even now.

Tugging himself away from the pillar of light, Hayataro shuddered as he felt more warmth in his body, pulsing towards his arms, his core, and even to his nether regions. He groaned as his balls sagged slightly, his cock trying to harden and swell between his thighs, a bead of pre forming at its tip.. “Focus!” he snapped at himself, slapping himself briefly to concentrate on the plan at hand. He needed to leave first of all, get past the guardians, and slip out of the dungeon. If he could do that, then perhaps the spell would be broken, and he could provide the relic to humanity. “[b]Why do that? We are to preserve the relics, and to protect the dungeon.[/b]” The words thrummed through his head, nearly bringing him to his knees. It was more than one voice, it was many, layered upon themselves, deep and bassy. He was certain it belonged to the guardians, each of them speaking right into his head, all of them with the same thoughts.

Closing off his mind with a will, Hayataro started forward, staggering somewhat at first as he struggled with the power coursing through his body. Every step was harder than the last, just due to his body being amped up, it was as if his next step might launch him forward. He was overheating, his tongue lolling out slightly as he had to pant to release a bit of the heat. “Left,” he said to himself, trying to remind himself of the way he’d come already, “right here.”

He was keenly aware that he was within the guardians’ patrol route, all of them marching about once more, the angel’s body fully destroyed after they’d all had a chance. Slipping into the shadows as a guardian stomped past, Hayataro moaned as their crystals resonated, his chest starting to swell as the crystal glowed brighter, the power echoing through him. “[b]We protect the relics, we are their guardians. We devote our bodies and lives to them.[/b]” Once more, it was unspoken, resounding through the crystal directly into his head, making his entire body spasm as his loins burned.

Slapping a hand over his muzzle, Hayataro shuddered as he came, splattering his juices over the floor, overcome by the sudden and powerful arousal. He looked down to see his cock, somehow larger and more defined, his balls larger too. Though he’d just cum, it didn’t feel like he’d really released all that much, his juices staining the floor beneath him. A sheen of sweat was starting to form on his body as he felt hotter, his balls seeming to swelter, he swore he should be steaming with how hot he felt at that moment. Shaking his head faintly, Hayataro stood up once more and started forward as the guardian passed him by, ignoring the fact that he was still rigid and his cock was swaying between his growing thighs.

The crystal’s warmth and power didn’t stop flowing, even as he drew further away from the pillar of light, though he swore he could point towards the central point of the temple even after several turns. What bothered him was that Hayataro was finding it difficult to properly remember what direction he’d come in from, even though he’d been trying hard to mentally map his route. He growled as he slipped into a shadow, nearly being tread upon by one of the massive guardians. His blue eyes tracing over the massive dripping cock, his tongue sliding over his lips. “[b]Our bodies are gifts from the relics, we are the protectors, and we are perfect.[/b]”

Stroking off, Hayataro moaned in a low tone as he orgasmed again, barely realizing what he was doing until he shot off several arcing spurts of his juices. The crystal was growing warmer, and the dog was growing larger, though he barely processed that. His thighs and biceps were growing by the minute, his feet swelling outwards, his pecs and abs rippling with new growth. All the while the crystal continued its consistent red pulse, resonating with the messages of the other guardians, all of them speaking through their crystal, a constant and obedient message to the temple itself. “[b]We are the temple guardians.[/b]” Moaning, Hayataro rubbed his head, standing up once more, this time several feet taller, his pecs bobbing with the motion, the gem still managing to stand out amongst his growing body. “I need to leave,” he growled, his voice much deeper, his thoughts feeling muddled. He couldn’t quite remember why he’d come to the temple in the first place, he thought he remembered... small people... furless people... so very weak. “[b]Intruders want to take the relic.[/b]” The gem informed him, and he was gripped by a sudden rage. Who were they to try and take the relic?!

For a second Hayataro’s eyes started to white out as the gem grew brighter, and for a moment he teetered on the edge of sanity. He stepped back, grunting as his back bumped up against another form, and he froze. Turning around, he found himself facing a guardian, and they were almost at the same eye level, one of them with blue eyes, and the other pure white. He felt a bolt of fear, thinking that the guardian would attack him... but instead it sniffed him, peering down at the gem in his chest. It reached up and stroked his massive pec, grabbing it dominantly and twisting his nipple. The dog moaned, his knees buckling as he felt pleasure course through him. “[b]A new guardian.[/b]” The message pinged inside of his gem, into his head, and he heard a chorus from the others. “[b]New guardian.[/b]”

“No...” he moaned, feeling so weak in the moment, his cock dripping as heavily as the other guardian’s. For a moment he considered just giving in, it would be so much easier... but Hayataro had a reason to leave... though he couldn’t remember why. Instead he pushed away from the guardian, clenching his jaw as he stomped away, the sound causing the walls to echo with his every footstep. The other guardian didn’t stop him, instead just watching him leave before resuming its own echoing patrol.

Hayataro searched for an escape, walking down hallway after hallway, trying to remember where he’d entered in through. His body finished its growth, his tail slowly swaying from side to side in time with his massive cock. “Need to find a way out,” he told himself, his voice deep and grumbling. He traced his hands along the outer wall, intending to use that trick to find his way out. He knew where the inner room was, he was always aware, the crystal wouldn’t let him forget. “[b]Protect the relic.[/b]

Sometimes the dog would come close, finding a hallway, preparing to walk down it. Then he got distracted, his balls grew heavy, his shaft so thick, and the crystal so very loud. “[b]Resume your patrol.[/b]” The giant canine would stroke off, distracted by the need, cumming and laying his juices all over the floor... and then he would continue to walk. Forgetting about the hallway, instead focusing on finding the next one.

He continued his treading through the labyrinth as the other guardians did, his own words fading in exchange for the same gutural grunts as the others. They didn’t need words, his footsteps as loud as the rest as he walked through hall after hall. He vaguely recalled what he was doing, coming here for the artifact, but he... [b]he had come to join the other guardians.[/b] He nodded to himself, smiling dumbly as another guardian came around the corner, a massive bird. They pressed into a deep kiss as they ran their hands over one another, pinching, stroking, hefting their massive pecs. He found himself nuzzling his muzzle into the other guardian’s armpit, taking deep whiffs, moaning as his cock dripped. Such became a normal part of his walk, and then they continued on, barely remembering each other as they returned to their patrol through the dungeon.

One day, Hayataro’s eyes turned white like the rest, and he forgot his own name, not that it mattered. “[b]No intruders.[/b]” His crystal spoke to the others, and he heard a resonance of agreement. They continued to walk in their patrol routes, not that the newest guardian even really registered that anymore. He was looking for the weak intruders, to fight them, to make sure they couldn’t find the relic.

At some point since the transformation, he once came upon an intruder, a tiny being who attempted to fight him. It was so extremely easy for him to defeat the small creature though, he was rippling with powerful muscles as well as the magic coursing into him from the relic. He was certain that a guardian had never fallen, and they never would. He, along with two other guardians, defeated the adventurer. Perhaps another joined their ranks at some point, he couldn’t remember, he couldn’t care. He had a job to do, the relic made sure he always patrolled, always dripping, always ready for the next fight.

He grunted as he felt another presence behind him, and a massive hand wrapped around his cock. “[b]Sexy guardian.[/b]” It was another guardian, its words flowing into the canine’s head.

“[b]Pent up.[/b]” Was all he responded to, his cock still dripping heavily, his balls so massive and swollen. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cum, it hadn’t been important until now. He moaned as he felt the other guardian start to stroke him off heavily, hands wrapping around his waist and holding him tight, clenching his balls with his other hand. His white eyes rolled back, his massive muzzle opening wide as he started to hump forward, his balls swinging like two wrecking balls. There was a ringing howl as he orgasmed for the first time in... days... months... years? It didn’t matter, he shot off powerful streams of his seed, staining the walls with the potent musky liquid.

Staggering away, the guardian felt hazy for a moment, uncertain of what to do next. “[b]Search for intruders.[/b]” The call pulsed from the relics, and so he fell in line once more, looking for the next intruder to squash. In the central room where Hayataro himself had claimed his own relic, a new one had formed, the magic forming into a new gem. One ripe for the taking for the next adventurer strong or wily enough to reach it, unaware that they would become the next new guardian, just as obedient and horny as the last.