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And so my quest began anew. I started in much the same way as I had last time. I was frustrated by lack of sleep because berthing is pretty noisy, and a lot of ambient light leaks in from the hatch above my bunk. I'd had even more experience in the wide world of furries by that point, so I figured I would draw on that bank of knowledge. As I lay there, staring up at the diesel exhaust duct I had hit my head on a number of times, I asked myself: What was my favorite creature out of all those I had seen? I thought first of dragons, but I just didn't see myself in that light. Dragons are vastly different from humans. And the personification of a dragon was vastly different from my own. If this image was to represent me, it would have to be something that I could identify with.

My mind drifted to a more recent fascination of mine; the epic surge in Lucario hentai brought on by his appearance in Super Smash Brothers Brawl. My interest in the subject even stemmed from playing that game. I always sucked when I played as Lucario. It wasn't because I was bad at the game, (I was, but it's unrelated in this case.) I just couldn't take my eyes off him. I got so distracted watching his lithe, supple frame make such fantastic acrobatic moves in that surreal slow motion with which he falls that I would get instantly wasted by everyone. I still remember how I would race to get a growth mushroom at any cost just so I could get a better look at him. I actually started doing good because of that. I got three stacked up at once and raped everyone with gigalucario. Mmmm... Giant Lucario rape... (Did I mention I'm distracted easily?)

You don't need an equation to figure out what happened next. (If you did, it would be: Do want + MOAR = Need pr0ns) I dove into that sudden deluge of Lucario smut and loved every minute of it. Some people say he's overdrawn. Those people are jerks. The ‘can't have too much of a good thing' argument that I usually use for Renamon applies to this situation too. The only thing that's overdrawn is my checking account. If a particular character gets drawn a lot, it's because they have the hotness.

This isn't some weird tangent by the way. I actually went through a whole fChan rant in my head while enduring this thought process. Even after all that I ended up not going with Lucario. A pokesona just isn't me either. I'd like to broaden my horizons a little further.

I got to thinking about why Lucario was so popular. (Other than SSBB, him having his own movie, and him having gratuitous amounts of the hotness.) It looked to me like Lucario was based on Anubis. They're a pretty close match if you take the blue out of Lucario. Anubis is taller though, which is cool. I like that. Anubis... now there's a character. He's one of the first furries like... ever and he's still going strong.

Lore depicts him as being less solemn than the other gods of the period; possessed of a good sense of humor even. I respect that. Plus he's pretty much the ancient Egyptian grim reaper, major badass points there. Also, a quick flip through the "Anubis: Dark Desire" comic series would convince anyone with a pulse (and a few without one now that I think about it) that Anubis is clearly Lucario's ancestral source of the hotness.

In addition, it seems as though he never wears a shirt, ever, for any reason. Not many guys can pull that off. I don't think Matthew Mcconaughey even owns a shirt. (Such is justified by his hotness of course.) Yet you'll still catch him wearing one once in a blue moon anyway. Anubis has a proud tradition of going to anything shirtless. Photo-op for the Pharaoh's tomb? No shirt. Come to collect your immortal soul? No shirt. Your cousin's Barmitzfuh? No shirt. Orgy with Sobek, Apophos, and a half-dozen citras? There had better not be any shirts there! No shirts, on anybody. I've seen him wearing a hood and still no shirt. That's a serious commitment to jackal beefcake that I cannot support enough. (Beefcake is not a lie!)

I was sold. I had spent roughly ten minutes listing off why Anubis was awesome. That is a feat I can pull off with few subjects. (They include the movie ‘Up,' the Trans-Siberian Orchestra, and oatmeal cookies.) I pulled up my ubiquitous mental background and started placing my order for an Anubis image.

"All right, give me a good full-bodied Anubis straight out of those widescreen pinups he's so popular in. Full anthro, the whole jackal head and human body thing just doesn't work for me, even though it is official canon. (Did I seriously just refer to ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs as canon?) Leave out the gold on the inside of his ears and that pin striping on his face, I need a blank canvas. No shirt of course. You know what? No pants either. Completely naked, I'll Queer-Eye him up a wardrobe later on."

A lithe, supple frame resolved out of the blackness. Anubis took a few steps toward me as his body solidified. He extended a slender arm and looked at his hand, then glanced around a bit as though attempting to figure out what force summoned him here. Already I could see that changes needed to be made to this austere template.

I figured that I would try to make a good first impression with my first change. Ribs flared outwards, smooth, toned muscle bulged on his burgeoning frame as I stacked on some of that delicious beefcake. He looked down at his arm in wonder. As he flexed it, his muscles swelled outwards from the contraction, building up into a hefty mound. They stayed as such when he straightened out his arm, merely lengthening to accommodate the movement while maintaining their increased bulk. He stretched elegantly as the changes slowed to a halt.

The powerful cords on Anubis' neck gracefully swiveled his head from side to side as he admired the new additions. His mouth seemed to double in size as a mischievous smile spread across his muzzle, exposing the points of his long canines.

"What else..." I pondered as one of Anubis' eyes flitted around admiring my handiwork, the other being hidden by his long blonde bangs.

"Lose the coif, he's a furry not a hair-ry."

A rustle swept away the hair on his head, leaving behind the close cropped fur that covered the rest of him. It made his head much sleeker, fitting with his buff physique. I knew I was heading in the right direction. He looked up from the slight crouch that the change had forced him into, idly wondering where his hair went. When he tiled his head up I noticed that he had a lot of rounded fluff on his face, more reminiscent of a fox. It definitely detracted from the look I was going for.

"Not so much puff in the cheeks, streamline it a little."

Anubis' grin vanished as more change gripped him. He ground his teeth uneasily as his jaw line squared.

"A good looking Anubis." I thought. "But to make him truly mine I have to change something drastic."

I thought of how I considered dragons earlier. Perhaps throwing in a few drakine features would help. The change flashed into existence instantly, my modifications seeming to become more aggressive and automatic as I worked. Anubis clutched his chest as his fur suddenly rippled. His amber eyes snapped shut, and then burst open, revealing new slitted pupils glistening in the darkness. His new eyes flitted about rapidly as more ripples heralded the sudden shifting of his fur into a lustrous coat of red dragon scales. His hair rose and fell in one instant, and his coat of scales rose and fell the next. The speed and abruptness of the transformation even surprised me a little. A look of pure fascination crossed his face as Anubis ran the blunt claws of his fingers over the scales on his arm; the faint clinking of his new armor quite obvious in the stillness.

He returned his arms to a neutral position and looked at me expectantly. This was the first sign he gave that he was aware of me. Since he seemed up for a little interaction I thought I might as well comment as I went along.

"Hmmm... I don't think so." I projected my thoughts out to him. "Red's just not your color dear."

I cycled through a several other colors, his scales responding obediently to my every whim. A few colors stood out more than others. Purple looked very exotic, cerulean blue quite peaceful, I threw on orange just for a laugh, and even tried out the shimmering aquamarine scheme of my companion form all those years ago just for fun. Under his shifting scales, I could see the beginnings of a frustrated furrowing of his brow creeping onto his otherwise content face. Even so, I continued.

"None of those really suit you either..."

"You know what color really does suit me?"

I froze briefly. I had no idea where that question had come from. Quickly I brushed off my uncertainty about its origins. It must've just been some errant thought surfacing from the back of my mind, like so many before it. Still, it was a valid question. I had yet to try the most obvious answer, the color that Anubis is almost always depicted in. An odd choice come to think of it. It wasn't a normal fur color for a jackal...

Unbidden, the text of an old Wikipedia article surfaced from the recesses of my memory.

"Yet it is the color of mummified skin... and the silt of the Nile, symbolizing rebirth. Appropriate for one in Anubis' line of work."

That wasn't exactly objective. I briefly wondered just who was narrating this little tidbit before I realized the best way to judge a color choice would be simple artistic merit.

A streak of black shot across Anubis' frame, spreading out like a lightning bolt as it lanced from scale to scale with blinding speed. His scales were rapidly consumed by a flood of deep, shining sable. I was beholden to the final result for just a fraction of a second before my eyes snapped open and I gasped. He was magnificent.

I placed my hand on the ductwork in front of my face and counted my lucky stars that I had not collided with it. My slightly accelerated breathing had created condensation that slicked the cold, metallic surface my palm found. Clearly I was more invested in this little exercise than I knew. I laid back down and tried to calm myself.

"Well now we're talking" I thought.

The image returned to me as I shut my eyes and willed with all my heart for Anubis to return to me. The sheen on the surface of his ebon scales resolved itself out of the darkness. The new obsidian armor shifted about several times before Anubis' visage became clear. I saw the reason for the motion when it did. The truant grin had returned to his face as he flexed his new additions. And even newer additions it seemed. No longer was Anubis sporting a fine athletic trim. His bulk had progressed to that of a champion bodybuilder. Seeming to highlight the ridiculous nature of his proportions, he had to jerk his muzzle out of the way of his massive shoulders as he flexed his stout arms.

I wasn't sure when the new muscles had been added; I remembered decking him out in a considerably more conservative frame. I thought his current state a bit extreme, but as I watched Anubis revel in his exquisite physique I slowly began to realize that I was loving it as much as he was. There was something about the way his scales danced across the shifting curvature of his muscles that I found very appealing. Where had those muscles come from though?

A thought occurred to me in my idle wonderings as I watched the steadily shifting mass of scaly flesh before me. Perhaps Anubis had added them. He seemed to be most pleased with the change, and it did happen while I was distracted.

"Just like the god of the underworld to pull something like that behind my back."

As I thought that, Anubis' head was to the side, granting me a stunning profile view. The eye on the near side suddenly centered on me. I noted an odd flash coming from deep within it as I called him a god, followed by a slightly malicious curling of that placid grin of his. In that instant, something that registered as intimidation leaped up into the back of my mind. He returned to buffing out his chest and enjoying himself quickly enough to make me brush it off in favor of tweaking his look to get it just right.

My inspection shifted from his eyes to his ears. They looked quite bare now that he no longer had a hominid head of hair. They were rounded and curled inward, like those you might find on a chibi version of the canid. They clashed abominably with the sleek contours of his face. They'd look a lot better if they were tall and slender, rising up to stately points on top.

I shifted the phrasing of my appraisal to a tone that I'd use if I were addressing Anubis. It seemed only appropriate seeing as I was observing him so closely.

"You're always standing so straight and tall in all those statues of you. That imperial posture looks just wonderful on you. Let's try to draw a little bit of that out into the open shall we?"

A different emotion tugged at the edges of Anubis' mouth as I thought this, it looked like a swelling of pride.

I knew that his ears had to be fixed, but this would be a much more delicate change than the others. I put a lot more thought into reshaping them. I even went so far as to reach out and tug at them with my mind, gently coaxing them into their new form. At first Anubis twitched nervously away from the contact, but he quickly warmed up to me. He even appeared to be enjoying this one.

After I finished smoothing out the edges and slimming their profile, I pulled upward slowly from the top. The ears formed very regal looking points as I had intended, but the force I used seemed to affect his whole body. His eyelids drooped as I pulled, his face relaxing as his jaw leveled. The force fell upon his shoulders next, they pulled back, straightening his spine and evening out his stance. As one part of his body was pulled into alignment, it seemed to nudge the next to fall in line. Soon his whole body had drawn itself up into a commanding stance. My contact with him electrified as his feet squared off and his ears reached their final shape.

I pulled back form Anubis to see that I had changed much. His face was now completely seamless, in tune with the rest of him like never before. He also stood much more confidently, no longer like a puppet held up by strings. It seemed as though I had granted him much fortitude just from my desire to see him look his best.

My attention kept returning to his face, each time noticing some exciting nuance that I forgot I had added. I decided that it was his eyes that kept me coming back for more. He did seem to have picked up an incredible set of eyes along the way. As I looked into them I perceived remarkable depth within. It was as though those sweet amber discs were examining me right back. They were striking in their vivid coloration, the light seeming to dance within them with every shift in Anubis' gaze.

I craved more of that positively magical luminosity surging through the crest of his iris. And who best to create more than the person who put it there in the first place? That was me as far as I was aware, even though I never quite remembered putting that spark in there. The disc of his iris bulged as I focused my attention on it, seeming to infuse it with my own energy by doing so. I had expected to see his brow furrowed with apprehension, but his expression remained open and intrigued as his iris expanded to meet the edges of his eyelids.

I finally got my wish. The tapestry of amber glow spread all across the surface of his eyes as I drank in their splendor. They looked so much more bestial, and powerful. It fit well with the draconic motif. Yet his eyes seemed not to command the attention that they deserved. I felt something I would later recognize as guilt when I considered the reason. What I had dismissed as opulent pin striping was a central part of Anubis' mystique.

"Well what's the god of the underworld without the eye of Horus?" I asked.

His new eyes widened as they centered on me again. They conveyed an excitement that was obvious, and a subtle hint of a hunger; a ravenous yearning that I couldn't explain. Yet seeing his reaction I could not deny him. The scales around his right eye glowed as the twining loops were inscribed by some invisible calligrapher. A conservative rendition of the symbol formed around his right eye, but I was too taken in by the eye itself to really assess the tattoo. Abandoning my artistic labors and just staring back into his inviting leer was very relaxing, almost mesmerizing.

I was settling back into another few carefree moments of contentedly observing my creation when a smug chuckle resonated through my mind.

"Cute." A powerful voice scoffed. "You still think that you created me."

"That was the voice from earlier!" I thought. "The one that asked what color best suited Anubis."

"Well I had to point you in the right direction somehow." The voice sneered. "Your ideas only kept getting more and more ridiculous."

I had allowed myself to become distracted once again. It was only now that I pulled back from his eyes to see Anubis standing with his arms crossed, his lip pulled back on one side to reveal his teeth in a now positively malevolent smirk. He was the one speaking to me!

Curiosity won out over surprise as I addressed my creation.

"Why do you doubt that I created you?" I asked. "You know something I don't?"

He laughed outright at that. His mouth opened wide and let forth an imposing, booming reverberation that shook my confidence in my control over the situation.

"Oh nothing." He teased. "I just thought it odd that philosophers throughout the ages have spent their entire lives trying to figure out if God created man or if man created God and it seems that you have the question licked in mere minutes."

This time, surprise won. I could think of nothing in response to that.

"Bravo dear boy, bravo." He clapped slowly, the dry scrubbing of his scales adding to the stark sound of his sarcastic applause. "What conundrum will you knock out next? Why not take a swing at that whole ‘purpose of existence' thing? It's an oldie but a goodie."

Then it occurred to me. By thinking of him as Anubis I had made him out to be the powerful, primeval force of nature that he was in legend. But where did all that smug sarcasm come from?

"Probably from spending too much time in your head." Anubis offered. "Anyone ever tell you that you have a very dark and abrasive sense of humor?"

He had a point; most of my jokes were opportunistic jabs at the faults of others. Wait, he can read my thoughts?

"Your thoughts are my domain, dear boy." His sophisticated tone lilting as he continued to toy with me. "I can read them like I would I good book. Of course that might not be the right metaphor to use with you."

He tilted his head coyly as he mused. "You haven't touched a book in years. Perhaps then, I could liken it to a good webcomic?"

My confidence ebbed as he demonstrated his keen knowledge of my flaws and insecurities. Was he getting bigger? No I'm just imagining things. Wait, I've been imagining things this whole time...

"So, for the purposes of your little exercise yes, I am growing... in both size and power."

His smooth baritone was beginning to resonate with more strength than ever before. It appeared that he was correct. I noticed that he was even finishing my thoughts for me, a harsh reminder that they were under his constant scrutiny. The powerful visage across from me still flashed that superior smirk as he thrived on my frustration.

"I can play this game too." I thought. "If insults give one power here I can throw some in his direction and be back on top in no time."

"By all means," Anubis drawled. "Throw your hat into the proverbial ring. Cut me down with that rapier wit of yours."

I might've been playing into his hand, but I went for it.

"It's too easy to lash out at an omniscient observer." I said. "I'm sure as a god you understand that. So I'll do you the service of coming down to your level."

And so my words became reality, so to speak. I found myself on the other side of the fourth wall, standing face-to-face with my adversary. Well actually my face was about level with his chest. He had indeed grown. At any other time I would've enjoyed the view, but I was here to take back my mindscape.

"Oh, how good of you to come!" His thick air of sarcasm not skipping a beat. "A little past fashionably late, but I can't fault your fashion sense otherwise."

I looked down at the body I recently conjured for myself. It would appear that I had neglected certain details in my haste to make an appearance. Namely that I had made myself naked as well. This was a pretty solid backfire. My nudity only made me feel more vulnerable. My attention was redirected to Anubis as he made a loud wolf-whistle.

"Now it's a party my friend!"

I looked up to see his large fangs bared on an outright gleeful smile. Well they weren't that big, or maybe it was just the distance... Wait, how far away are they? I leveled my gaze to find the chiseled mounds of Anubis' abs in front of me. Why did I have to make him so darn strong?

"Well it suits me!" He beamed. "You ever seen a scrawny god?"

My knee-jerk reaction was, as always, an insult.

"Yeah, I'm looking at one right now." Now it was my turn to laugh. I couldn't help but chuckle as he realized that I was level with his sheath at this point. And that that was the inadequacy to which I referred. That got him off his game. I remembered my purpose in showing up here. Quickly I pressed my advantage.

"It's too bad for you and your muscles that this is a contest of wit... dear boy." I sneered. "It seems you've brought a dagger to a swordfight. In more ways than one!"

Anubis gritted his teeth as my voice became just as snide and brassy as his. But he smiled as he quickly regained his composure.

"And to think I was foolish enough to expect better from you." He scoffed. "You witty retort is ‘Oh yeah, well you've got a small dick!' I suppose you expect me to launch into a tirade about the sexual antics of your mother in response."

"Hmph, you think my mom is a bitch? They had to spray yours down with a hose to get her off me."

"You're really going to go there?"

"What healthcare crisis? 1-800-PET-MEDS is still going strong, your mom will be fine."

"Oh, ha, ha, my mother was a dog, very clever. That one never gets old."

"Yo mamma is so fat and so old, her gallstones killed the dinosaurs!"

"That works on several levels, probably the most witty ‘yo mamma' joke I've ever heard."

"Gotta love the compound ones. They really make you think. I've got a great one about her being poor and stupid." I smirked as I worked a setup in there. "I told her to pay attention and she said she couldn't afford it."

"Yes, positively riveting... Of course the funniest ‘yo mamma' joke like the hottest girl in the trailer park. Victory doesn't mean much if you have no competition."

"Ahh... then I should revise my choice of adversary in this challenge. I refuse to match wits with an unarmed opponent!"

"Unarmed? So I suppose your cowering in fear moments ago was just good acting."

He was right, I was talking a good game, but I was still pretty nervous. His strong, imposing voice echoed deep into my mind. Yet now it seemed somehow out of place, even comical.

"Heh, speaking of acting... Who voiced you, Dan Green?"

He narrowed his eyes and poured a little more venom into his tone.

"First, the fact that you even know who that is makes you a bigger nerd than I ever thought possible. Second, I chose his voice because it was the voice of a lot of characters that you associate with prestige, wisdom, and power. That was the image I was making for myself, so I put some thought into my decision. Like a good artist should."

Oh man. He didn't just insult my creativity. He gave me a peek at his design notes to let me know how someone competent would've done it. I glared at him, fuming as I considered my response. As I looked my rival in the eyes, I realized that that feat was only possible because I had caught up to him in size.

"It appears that I've guarded myself well from the slings and arrows of your silver tongue."

"Pride in evading the attacks of others is more popularly known as cowardice."

"Now listen here mister-" I cut myself off just as I said it. I was about to call him Anubis, which was where this problem started. Anubis had been nudging me towards what he wanted this whole time. That's how he had gained so much influence in the first place. But he's not the god Anubis... not if I didn't want him to be. The artist within me flared up as I remembered what I wanted to do next... with my creation.

Anubis recoiled slightly as I once more thought of him as a subordinate.

"You know I think I've made enough changes to call you my own."

"Oh goodie..."

"No I'm serious. You need a name, pretty boy."

Hopefully he didn't notice that I wasn't being entirely sarcastic about that remark. I found myself getting drawn in again by those soft, gleaming eyes of his. I was reminded again of how attractive I'd made them; even when he was rolling them with annoyance.

"Do go on..."

"Well let's see. I've always thought that Xyber would make a good username."

"You just get username ideas out of the blue and save them for later? Ye gods you're such a nerd."

"Hush, I'm trying to explain this to you. Don't make me get the newspaper."

His ears drooped. Chastising him as a child and a dog in one sentence really took him down a peg. He looked on and said nothing.

"It's because people in my division call me Cyber. It came from that time when I convinced a nub that we had a cybernetics division and he wandered all over the ship looking for it. Maybe I could make a last name out of ‘cybernetics', you know, like a play on words."

"Oh yes puns, very high art form there."

His snide comments continued, but he looked as though his heart wasn't in it anymore.

"It's got ‘net' in it. Like ‘internet' and since I'm probably going to be teaching my new doggie how to do tricks online... yeah! Net-tricks! It's official. That's you, Xyber Netricks."

His expression softened as he looked up at me. Yes, up at me, I was clearly winning at this point. I could see defeat registering in his eyes.

"I... Like that name." He said, returning his gaze to the floor. For the first time he didn't sound confident.

"Then why the hesitation?"

"If I take the name you made, I'll just be your plaything again."

"Look," I lifted his jaw so that his eyes met mine. "We've spent this whole time fighting over who is going to be the superior, all powerful one. What a huge waste! There's no reason we can't be equals."

As I said this, Xyber's chin lifted off my hand and my arm slid down around his back as he began to grow. I found myself enjoying the smooth stroking of his scales against my skin as his ever expanding body glided over me. I wasn't sure when, but I found that I had wrapped my other arm around him as well. All I knew was that our embrace was growing tighter. I couldn't tell if it was because he was growing or because he was drawing me closer to him. When his arms got long enough to reach my shoulders he seized the opportunity to clutch my body the same way I was holding him. I was positively enraptured by his eyes, no longer caring to maintain my composure. Staring intently as I was, it was surprising that I didn't notice how the growth was lengthening his muzzle as he approached my height. But that extra stretch became quite apparent when it caused our lips to touch.

Initially it surprised us both, neither of us meant for that to happen. Yet there was an undeniable intrigue beneath it all that blossomed from our lips, to caress us from within. We both hesitated, but I felt his arms tense against my back, his scales digging into my skin. I knew he wanted it, and for the first time I agreed. I threw myself at him just as I had wanted to this whole time. His neck curved backwards with the force I heaved onto him. His eyes widened with surprise at my forcefulness, and then his eyelids drooped as he was lulled into a pleasured delirium. I succumbed to it myself as I closed my eyes and continued to kiss him passionately. Such a mix of sensations assaulted me, his hot breath streaming from his cold wet nose, the earthy musk rising from his skin propelled by the ever increasing heat between us; it filled my every breath as I gasped for air. His smooth scales ground across my skin, mingling with my own heat and sweat... and arousal.

I had just gotten comfortable with the two of us being naked and had almost forgotten about it. It became painfully obvious when it started to feel like he was growing again. I opened my eyes to see that he had indeed stopped growing at about my height, making us equals just as I wanted. But I still felt his body sliding up my chest, wait... It wasn't the bumpy dragging of scales I felt. It was the smooth and slick advance of his member as it stretched upward from his sheath. And I hadn't felt his hard-on with my stomach. I felt it because it was rubbing up against my own.

I moaned into the kiss as my body heaved, Xyber's jowls flapping against my cheeks as the air escaped through them. I squeezed him hard, suddenly feeling as if I had strength to match the great canine. His head snapped back as there was suddenly no room for his muzzle between us. Writhing in ecstasy at finally having the chance to do so, he groaned and panted heavily up into the air. The heaving of his chest massaged my body as I sought to draw him ever tighter and closer to me. Every breath raked the sweet caress of his scales across my skin, sparking electric thrills that danced throughout my body. The tiniest shift magnified the ecstasy to unimaginable levels.

"More..." I panted as I clutched my lover.

He looked as though he was in no condition to respond, if he heard me at all. His face had quickly changed from peaceful satisfaction to hot, powerful lust as his sinuous muscles heaved beneath his skin. They seemed to turn against him, to rebel at the injustice of such power being confined to such a small space. A small trickle of precum, I could never say who's, snaked its way down between our cocks as they held a little competition of their own. My earlier jibes were proven dead wrong as Xyber's deep purple member reached its full length. His knot jiggled my sac almost playfully as it crested his sheath. Even measured with my balls resting on top of his knot, my relatively average package was out-classed by a solid inch or so.

He clenched his jaw and dug his claws into my back as he involuntarily bucked his hips against me. The impact rocked my body long after the short thrust was over. My limbs jerked wildly as the sudden force crushed my resistance. Soon my muscles staged a coup of their own; my legs suddenly shoving me forward. Xyber's head snapped back down from shock and outright whiplash and he managed to stagger out a bewildered "Whaa?" as the two of us toppled to the floor.

We landed hard, pressing my now raging manhood onto his. He groaned, this time from soreness as much as pleasure. Sympathy for him welled up inside me. The soft touch of linen tickled the bottom of my foot. I looked down to see that a king size bed had materialized beneath us. I became aware of the fatigue from the constant tensing of my muscles and slumped off of my lover to lie beside him. I looked into his magnificent eyes again, and of course we understood each other.

"Are you ready for this?" He asked.

"If I wasn't ready I wouldn't have let you get me into bed."

"I thought you got me into bed."

"Oh let's not start all that again." I groaned. "I thought we were in this as a team."

My eyes traced down the mountain of flesh that lay next to me as I stroked his side affectionately. Even though I was laying on my side, the crest of his colossal pecs was just above my shoulder. It made me almost dread the climb, but his arm flexed mightily beneath me as he lovingly rubbed my back, filling me with a new vitality.

"Teamwork? How delightful! How about we work together at getting you back into the game?"

He teased, as his burly arm swept me over to him. It's embarrassing to say, but I think I swooned there for a second, just like in the movies. I reached my free arm across his chest and tucked my head under his muzzle, delighting in his embrace once more.

"Huff... If it's all the same to you, I think I'll make base camp here and try for the summit tomorrow."

"Oh come now, I was serious you know." He seductively whispered into my ear. "This is wonderful, but I know that neither of us came here to cuddle."

"If you say so, teammate."

I had recovered my strength, and my arm had attained just enough purchase to hoist myself up. I clambered back on top of my huge hunk of a boyfriend, making sure to incidentally rub up against his cock as much as possible. I felt his manhood tense underneath me as I finally settled myself onto him.

"Mmmmooooooh... Go team! Mmmf!"

I cut him off with another hard kiss, but thought better of it. He and his little side comments were growing on me.

"Go team indeed." I breathed, my arousal quickly gripping me again. To my astonishment, this time it was he who decided that no more words needed to be said. One of his burly arms raised from my back to gently stroke my head. I don't know why, but the moment he did that I was his. My neck gave out and I fell right back into another luscious kiss.

I wasn't sure how long the two of us lay there together, undulating, groping, and exploring each other's bodies with reckless abandon. What I did notice was that our conflicting dialogue continued, but it internalized more. He read my thoughts, but also opened his up to me. Soon our link was a vast river of information passing between us. Rather than resolving itself into coherent thoughts or messages, it took the form of raw emotions, sensations, and passion. He was aware of my reservations, even though I had not let on about them. I wasn't gay, so I was unsure of how far I wanted to go. Even in a fantasy.

The counterpoints I considered while deciding whether or not to go all the way were embodied by Xyber. The caring embrace of his consciousness pulling me in, urging me onward. In the end though, he respected my boundaries. Yet a compromise formed between the two of us. One based on what might be an unwritten rule of the fetish bible. ‘If there's no penetration, it's not gay.'

The way we were rutting it was unlikely any would be necessary, so I went along with it, delving into my precious mound of scales with renewed vigor. His buff frame left plenty of ridges for me to get a grip on as I sprawled over him, trying to make the most out of every inch of his luscious body. I had never pegged the great hulk as the submissive type, but he seemed to be content with whatever I wanted to do with him.

I tensed up again and gripped him with all I was worth as spasm after spasm wracked my body. It was during one such episode that I figured out what he was really doing. He wasn't playing submissive. He was playing with me! Every time I got close and was about to lose it, he would just go limp and wait for me to burn myself out. And burn I did. The heat was unbearable. I felt like my breath was going to sear a hole right through my chest and burst out of me. My wild movements were shaking my bangs down in front of my eyes. I could see the sweat dripping off of them as they shook from the force of my movements. I half expected the little droplets to sizzle as they splashed against his chest, but each time they merely landed gracefully, skittering playfully from scale to scale as they intermingled with their fellows.

He grinned openly as my frustration started to show through in my features. I don't know how he picked up on it. The muscles in my face were contorting as much of the rest of my body. He saw it though, and delighted in tormenting me. Every time he held me, every time he stroked my body I fell for it. I kissed back at the slightest sweep of his nose. I thrust wildly back at the most subtle shift of this posture. And when it became clear that I was no longer in control of myself, his groping hands relaxed, his surging hips stilled, and his enraptured gaze drifted to the ceiling as his head leaned beck into the pillow; leaving me to stew in my agonizing slurry of pleasure and frustration.

"This isn't right!" I thought as I crashed down on top of my tormentor again, practically begging him to continue. "Why am I the one being tortured by animal lust?"

"Indeed." The now-familiar touch of Xyber's thoughts entered my mind. "You would think that, of all people. I would know a thing or two about animal lust."

"What are you talking- No!" I reached out to him desperately as he withdrew from my mind. This was just another feint to build me up before leaving me high and dry. I dreaded the thought of falling for the next carrot he was to dangle tantalizingly in front of my nose.

And somehow that feeling evaporated as he made his next advance. One of the hands on my back pulled some kind of sensual black magic and was suddenly under my stomach, inching towards my aching member. As I inhaled heavily in anticipation, I thought of resisting. Making him suffer by not playing his little game. As my conscience tussled with the issue, I was overcome by the image of a miniature version of myself in angel regalia on my left shoulder, and the red-scaled Xyber brandishing a pitchfork menacingly on my right. I don't know what happened between those two, but I'm thinking that the little devil dude pulled a cobra-strike on the little angel dude, because my whole decision-making process lasted about a third of a second. Needless to say, I went for the carrot.

I thrust up eagerly into the embrace of his slowly advancing fingers. He gently wrapped the animalistic digits around my manhood, and, of course, paused to taunt me.

"Quite excited aren't we?" He quipped. "Oh you must really want this..."

He illustrated his point my slowly stroking my tense flesh, just once. I may as well have been his puppet at this point. It felt as if I lived or died by that grip he had on me.

My jaw was cemented tightly from my building stifled passion, so I could only nod sheepishly in response.

"Good, good..." He cooed. "We'll teach you some manners yet my boy. Oh, dear. I seem to have slipped from all this slimy wetness!"

I found my voice but could only use it to cry out in anguish. His hand had indeed carelessly slid free from his ministrations, and he was making no concerted effort to retrieve it.

"Oh my, we are in a pickle here now." His false concern saturating his sophisticated mocking tone. "Let me help you with that."

My face lit up as he promised that he would relent. I had to admit. He had me right where he wanted me. I tried resisting his taunts, but his allure was inescapable. Those ubiquitous eyes of his were plain as day whenever my gaze drifted near his face. And how could I look at anything else with his nose an inch away from me, just waiting to draw me into another fleeting kiss should I relent and become entranced in those luscious eyes...

I clamped my eyelids down and tried to shut him out, but that only drew my attention to everything else that had me in Xyber's sexual death-grip. I was still burning up inside, our sweat slicking up both of our bodies, making every contact a blissful caress. My heaving breaths still drew in his intoxicating aroma in great gulps, pushing any rational thought out of my head and begging me to take him. My quivering arms could only clutch him to me, praying for the moment my master would offer me release. It sickened me, my will, my mind, my entire being was on its knees, begging for just one more sweet embrace from the saint of all things pleasurable.

My eyes popped open and narrowed in rage at my captor. Though that expression may have never fully formed, seeing as I melted like butter when his eyes met mine.

"Ple- eease..." I squeaked.

I sealed my eyes and dredged up my rage again to strengthen my resolve.

"Asking nicely" He jibed. "There's one I never thought I'd see you try. You must really want this."

"Grah!" I mentally screamed as my mouth had locked up again. "You know I really want it! I need it."

My eyes shot open as his hand rose up and gripped my balls. It was everything I wanted, yet somehow imperfect. I focused on the sensation, letting my vision blur to keep him from pulling me in with his eyes. His touch was bliss incarnate, but I took stock of my strained, pleasure-racked body. The pressure in my abdomen had only tightened, the searing heat intensifying. He acted as though he was humoring me, finally caving to my demands, but he had given me nothing. My gaze hardened. This time his eyes widened in shock. I jerked my pelvis forward, sliding up his body and leaving him with a handful of air.

"Ooh, you're so ambiguously camp." I taunted.

Xyber's silent, bemused smirk yielded nothing in the way of a response.

"Fine. If you won't give it to me, I'll just have to take it." I

growled my ultimatum as I gripped his head and shoved his mouth to mine.

Xyber's mental link seemed to return through the contact as we shared an aggressive, open-mouthed kiss.

"My my... Seem to have gone down to the corner store and picked us up a big-boy spine have we? You literally took your balls back from me. Quite the bad boy you're turning out to be now, and you know what I do to bad boys..."

He thrust deeper into the kiss, clenching his jaw and locking his fangs into the gaps between my teeth.

"Eugh?" I grunted as I tried to pull away, but he had seized my jaw with surprising force. "Eey, lere gogh!"

His crass jeering at returned in a heartbeat. "Well if you want it back so bad, why don't you just take it?"

My jaw remained held fast, so I thought my retort to him.

"On second thought, you keep it."

I sealed my lips around his again. Our tongues twined as Xyber's surprise prevented him from resisting. His jaws relaxed as he began to reciprocate without thinking about it. I saw my chance to pull away, but I figured I would indulge him for the time being. That proved to be the right course of action, his mouth loosened enough for his fangs to slide out all on their own. The salty, metallic taste of blood washed over my tongue as my gums bled slightly at the points where they had been pierced by Xyber's fangs. It didn't really bother me; I knew that he would never really hurt me.

My faith in that assertion was tested as a low growl shook my skull. The comforting caress of Xyber's tongue ceased as he thrust it deep into my mouth as though he were searching for something. He finally broke the kiss. His now intimidating glare struck me as odd, as did the return of his aggressive growl. I recoiled as he bared his savage fangs. I tried to push away from him, but I found out the hard way that his hand was gripping both of our cocks tightly. He had me trapped, in no small way.

"Well he's certainly being more forward." I thought as I mulled over the irony of the ‘be careful what you wish for' lesson. The taste of my blood had awakened something primal within my lover. My fear abated slightly as I realized that we had switched roles, still jockeying for dominance even when we were having sex. Now it was he that had been driven mad by feral lust. Perhaps I could take a leaf from Xyber's book and deny him his prize. I simply smirked as I watched the iridescence drain from his narrowed eyes while the beast took over. I realized that I should probably be more afraid as his rising growl rattled my ribs, but I was the one in control now, right? I have to be, I'm not top!

I got my answer as his free arm wrapped around my back and forcibly ground my hips against his. Looks like brute force still wins in a grapple like this one. I couldn't say I wasn't enjoying it. The adrenaline heightened my senses. A tingling sensation spread from my loins as my hips slowly indented into Xyber's taut flesh. An affectionate lick washed over my face as Xyber's rumblings continued to resonate in my chest. I guess he was still looking for love even in his current state. Against my better judgment, I maintained my resistance.

"Not particularly romantic." I chided.

I had expected him to become a bit agitated, but I didn't expect him to manifest it so aggressively. I phrased that quite delicately, but it actually took the form of him gnashing his teeth at my face. Now I could definitely say I wasn't enjoying it. A feral roar accompanied another bite directed at my neck. I jerked away from him hard, by back cracking as I was reminded of my predicament. I was losing count of how many times I regretted making him so strong.

"Ahhh Xyber!" I cried, gripped by genuine fear once more. I looked into his eyes for the billionth time, hoping that my gaze could sway him for once. His hot breath still streamed across my face as he froze. I had finally gotten through to him. I should've been more concerned, but I couldn't resist being romantic. I leaned in and touched my nose to his.

"All right, I admit it." I whispered. "That lick was very sweet."

Lucidity crested his brow as his lips sheathed his vicious fangs once more. I was nearly sorry to see them go, but I swallowed hard as I remembered where they had almost ended up. Another soft lick swiped across my face.

"I hope it works as an apology too." He said. "I can't believe I almost-"

"Shhh..." I did my best to comfort him, at something of a loss for words seeing as he just tried to kill me. "It's in your nature. I bet it's been a long time since you got to reap a soul."

He smiled gently at the reference to his origins, but remained silent, looking troubled.

"And besides, I should be sorry. I spent all that time building you up to be this hulking Adonis. Not only is that a completely different set of mythology, I gave no consideration at all to how that would affect your mind."

"And now I'm this ferocious beast-"

"That I couldn't be more happy with."

"Happy? But you... I-I almost-"

"Gave me the ride of my life?" There was that smirk finding its way onto my face again. I could see why he liked it so much.

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh don't give me that amnesia crap." I scoffed. "You knew darn well what you were doing, you just couldn't stop yourself. I'd tell you to get a grip, but it looks like you've already got one."

He looked startled as he discovered the position of his hands.

"Well, uh yes. I suppose that I got a little intense there."

I saw the slightest twinge of color in between the edges of his scales. Was he blushing?

"Oh don't get all bashful on me just because you finally manned up and threw your hat into the ring."

I slowly drew myself up the length of his chest, sliding his hand up his member. It was just enough to put the smile back on his face. I slid back down, doing my best to light up all his little sensitive spots on the way. He relaxed and got back into the mood remarkably quickly. I couldn't resist toying with him a little now that doing so no longer posed a mortal threat to me.

I laid across his chest and gave him my best seductive look as a started drawing little circles on one of his pecs with my finger, working my way down to his nipple. That placid, bemused look of his continued until I got there. Fortunately it did elicit the reaction I was looking for in the long run.

"Oh you're... mmmh..." He moaned. "I, ugh, I taught yoooo... I taught you welllahhh!"

His death grip on our packages finally relented as he gave in. Apparently it had been some time. Fresh blood rushed back into the previously isolated organs, filling us with new vitality. Now that I could look back on it I realized that while he was ‘tormenting' me, he had been doing all the work. All that time he had spent thinking up innovative ways to bring me pleasure. Admittedly he used his powers for evil, but it still made me feel very selfish. It was time to give back.

I dragged myself across him and explored his chest with my hand as thoroughly as possible, finding all the right spots in the creases of his muscles. I did whatever brought him the most pleasure. Though he was obviously enjoying himself, he started to look troubled later on. I knew what it was, he was starting to feel the same guilt that I had felt moments ago, but I would hear none of it. This was his time. It wasn't like he was hogging all the pleasure anyway. I had been on the edge of climax for what felt like hours. He had kept me there. And now his every movement brought me to an even higher form of pleasure that I thought was impossible. I counted myself lucky that he wasn't moving much, this would've been over very quickly if he had tried anything.

"Mrrgh... You don't- ohh... have to d-do-ooohhh..."

The vibrations of his chest enticed me as he exercised his faltering ability to form coherent words. His strangulated attempt to dismiss my advances only urged me onward.

My right hand had remained behind his head since I had used it as leverage to kiss him earlier. I thought about moving it, but it made the transition to and from snuggling, a must if we were to continue to stave off our exponentially building climaxes, much easier. I found myself absently flexing my fingers, stroking the back of his head as we held each other. The lightly twitching points of his ears swished across the pillow as he continued to alternate between gazing at me lovingly and sealing his eyes shut tight in a moment of passion. I hadn't paid too much attention to his ears up to this point, but the movement caught my eye. I adopted Xyber's evil grin as I thought that he might have the same sweet spot as me.

"Don't even thin- Ahhhhh! Rurrrrrgh..."

His words rapidly dissolved into a pleasured murr as I stroked his long, velvet ears. A silky touch met my hand where I had expected more hard scale. The pleasant surprise made me smile while I continued to watch the reaction of my enraptured lover. His tongue lolled out to the side, a few drops of spittle gently seeping through his teeth as he panted more and more frantically and needfully. I had to chuckle a little. I had never seen anything cuter in all my life. He was just like a pet dog. All the happiness in the world just from scratching that one perfect spot. I thought better of kissing him with the state his muzzle was in, but I still drew close enough to him to notice a key oddity that had eluded me before.

"You kept the fur here!" I exclaimed. Finally matching up the silky smooth sensation I felt on his ears with what I saw.

"Hmmmrrrrgh... thought you... oohh... might like it."

I was touched by what he managed to gurgle through his pleasured rumblings. I blushed hard as my love for him raged out of control. Here I was, making him jump through hoops of fire trying to make him all perfect and sexy, and what does he do when given the chance to make a few changes for himself? He adds a tiny, simple touch, just for me. A single tear streaked down my nose, a droplet born of the pure joy and ecstasy I felt. I pulled myself up closer to his face, the movement tossing the droplet onto his left ear. A sudden twitch instinctively flicking it off. My body surged in response to my passion.

"I..." I stammered. "My god..."

Xyber regained just enough lucidity to cynically drone out a pompous "Yeeees?"

"I..."

I abandoned cumbersome words and simply opened the flood of passion I was feeling into his mind. I felt a rush of heat from him as his own great adoration filled him. He had done everything that I had ever hoped for. I had to pay him back. Beating me to the punch once again, his gratitude for all that I had done surged across our mental link. It's still a competition, even when we agree... Of course that means I have to step it up a notch.

I cast aside my reservations about his drool. I tightened my grip around the back of his head and thrust his dripping muzzle up to meet my lips as I lunged for his luscious maw. When our lips locked for the final time, his eyes shook back and forth as if they had been jarred by the impact, then slowly rolled back into his head as his lust overcame him. His sudden thrust drove me even deeper into the kiss. His member heaved mightily, enough even to lift me off of him. Wet heat streaked across my chest as he came, his jaw clenching on our intermingled tongues. A strangled gasp was all I could get out as his final ram sent me over the edge. We spasmed wildly, no longer caring where our flailing limbs flew. I felt like I was flying as my lover's arching back lifted me into the air. The white-hot bliss of our shared climaxes rebounded across our mental link. The energy released temporarily whited out our surroundings. All that existed was the two of us, suffused into one by the power of our love. I grunted harshly as he tightened both arms around my back, squeezing my breath, and every last drop of cum out of me.

We hung there, suspended by the massive tightening of all Xyber's fantastic bulk for an indescribably beautiful moment before he finally released. Crashing back down on top of my love was like riding on the roof of a collapsing building, only to find a crash-mat of taut sinew at the bottom. Our chests came together with a wet smack, the impact shaking loose our lips. Our spent members still tickled tantalizingly as our heavy panting rubbed them together. My head slumped over his shoulder as he caressed me lovingly once again. My face was buried in the pillows as he comforted me. His ear swished through my bangs and I could feel his jaw stroking my cheek as he spoke.

"You know I will always love you." He whispered. "But as they say, all good things must come to an end."

The sensation of his movements faded, and I found myself powerless to reach out to him as he receded from me until he was just a voice in the back of my mind.

"We've had quite enough fun I think..." The voice mused. "Time to get back to work."

And with that the absence of feeling vanished, the void filled by much more familiar sensations. The soft down and Jackal fur that caressed my face before were replaced by the suffocating pressure of my cheap, standard-issue pillow. Other sensations resolved themselves over the next few moments to complete the picture. The scratchy sheets of my tiny bunk, the chill, uncaring blast issuing from the rattling ventilation. And most notably the cold, wet feeling on my midsection that let me know that my imagination had taken my body along for the ride. Finally coming to terms with the inevitability of having to face the world again, I rolled onto my back. I noted, dimly, that I was now coated in cum not only on my front, but all over my ass as well.

"Could've thought that one out better..." I lamented as the chill began to soak into me. I began to weigh the consequences of being late to work against the course of action that every fiber of my being told me to pursue, wallowing in self pity and trying desperately to return to my fantasy where no such concerns could be found.

Seeming to come from far off in the distance, a familiar voice chided me.

"Keep on rolling. I think you missed a spot on your left thigh."

I couldn't help but crack a smile. That simple jab brightened my outlook just enough for me to remember that I had hung a towel up at the foot of my bed to dry after I had showered last night. It seemed the fates were smiling on me for once. As discreetly as possible I disposed of the evidence and went off to start my day, all the while aware of the occasional nudge from someplace deep inside me. A place I hope to journey to again someday...