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Rhythms boom and bodies convulse thrashing to thumping hypnotic waves, conducting every single dance move in a fog-filled club. Several sets of soft neon blue and pink light strips illuminate two bars in an otherwise black room, one on either side of the main floor, shadowy figures tending each with many more faceless attendees encircling the main stage in between. The crowd of shadows shifting in focus as the stage lights spark a blinding light giving away everyone's anonymity briefly before fading back to dark masks. Light rigging swinging its way to a center stage, purple curtain lips generously gaped by a giant gold-scaled eastern hybrid dressed in taught, crotchless body fishnet and choker, stomping his way forward with a rare swagger to cranium throbbing beats. Raising the mic, large black mane hanging off as he leaned back, off-colored eyes taking in the crowd his maw opened proudly,

"When I see you. . ." The music paused, his eager audience of faceless followers cheering almost as loudly as the club's sound system they proceeded. Looking off left and right, swinging a toothy smile before his proud following mane,

"I run out of words, to say," He moaned, echoing a slight follow-up, two shadows insignificant to the scene slipped off through an unguarded side stage door. Tight leather tube top and skirt bound cheetah leading a rather passe dressed gray wolf, wearing little more than blue jeans and greek flag shirt, red devil lock his most intriguing feature. Their walk both fuzzy and warm, his catch leading him back further and further into the unlit utility hall, rounding one corner and splaying a set of swaying double doors, her ass was up on a cold steel counter. Tall beanpole of a canine man sloppily thrusting away at her sopping feline heat, tinges of acid wings bleeding off them both,

"Hah, ah, oh god, don't cum! Don't cum!" She cried, pushing the panting wolf off, planting a deeply embroiled kiss, and holding her forehead to his.

"I want you to rail me from behind." Her thin frame matched his, nodding in a half-teased sex daze, he followed her closely, tip almost lip flush until their hips banged into a loose steel counter. Sending untouched warehouse dust loose and the accompanying abandoned tools lurching into a cheering clang. Our stud's hip flesh swelling rapidly against its repeated plunges and thrusting jabs, welcoming slick walls grabbing back, begging for his seed.

"Ah, hah-OH GOD!" Masculine gasping groans signaling the wolves climax, cheetah's calls chasing his pitch skyward, fickle pairing standing braced lazily, panting as reality laced stud and mare.

"th- Think you can go again?" Spotted heroin calling back, her suitor chuckling to himself,

"Of course, my dear." Breaking a heated breath, shit-eating grin plastered poorly on a facade.

"Good." Was all she sent back, several abrupt boot sweeps from behind and a firm barrel chest crashed into his backside, crimson-scaled python-sized arms wrapping up around his neck for a full nelson hold. Feline spinning around, pivoting off his swizzle stick to sweep a steel banded wooden buck off the shelf and plant it over her studs head. Razor wire whipping out of the side halls darkest corners to curl around his wrists, suspending him an even four inches off the gritty tile floor, immediate screams muffled by the singer's show,

"You're so predictable,

So predictable.

Said you're so predictable,

So predictable."

The singer held his notes beautifully, where his voice fell silent electric melodies and kicking bass carried, flashing stage lights lighting every inch of the club in half-second photographs.

"Thank you bunny." Our favorite crimson-scaled bastard growled in a grin, his prey caught up, kicking as he swung.

"You're welcome Daddy." The lithe cheetah swelled to a much more voluptuous purple and white-furred lop, bounding to her master's side for a lovingly sloppy jaw lock.

"Now go have fun." The dragon sent her on her way with well wishes and a swat on her fat ass, slowly turning to his quarry, who hung silent with trails of blood running down each forearm. Scales took to the seclusion, almost skipping around all immediate countertops and shelves, pulling each sheet covering off revealing a whole garage worth of abandoned rusty tools.

"What to do, what to do, since I have, eternity, with you." Following it up with a psychotic cackle, plucking an old wooden claw hammer up and tucking it in his belt just to the right of his tail.

"W-who are you." The wolf shivered, cold, half in shock and filled with adrenaline.

"I'll give you one guess." Ezekiel smiled, dancing over to his prey to drag both sets of claws down the wooden bucket, wood shavings curling under his claws. Dragging claw all the way to the buckets brim before hauling off and open palm smacking the helmet, freeing the wolf's rattled dome.

"Fuck you." Was all that was spat once the canine's head stopped rolling, Ezekiel leaned in with a grin.

"Aww, it's good to see you too pup, been a while." Pup rolled a ball of saliva and launched it squarely at the dragon's nose. Zeke turned his head, ear perked straight up, leaning in.

"I'm sorry, what was that." Growling as he asked, right hand slipping behind his back.

"I said, FUCK YOU!" Pup managed to finish his words right before the blunt face of a hammer brutalized its way sideways through his muzzle, sending smashed teeth and bloody root to the floor. Screams, again drowned out by a masterful performance, signaling the signs of pained teary rage, the wolf squirmed, his face throbbing hot on a skillet of freshly lit nerves.

"Hold this for me, would you?" Zeke asked, swinging the claw side into the wolf's left palm, securing the tool there. Stepping back to admire his work, he felt unsatisfied, like it wasn't enough, bloodied gray furred canvas howling, swinging freely in pain before him.

"Somethings missing." He muttered, looking to the dusty surgical tray at his left that held a book bound in human flesh, its lifeless face beckoning to pry the pages to life.

"I could use this, make your body contort within itself, make you taste your own anus while your ribs and arms swapped places. Yet, it feels like a bit much." Speaking to an open room while a sharp claw scratched his chin.

"I curse you. I curse you and your blood and everyone you've ever known." Ezekiel blinked twice, stepping inward nice and close to his pup, bloodied wolf huffing through busted snout, staring him down. Zeke stood, mere inches separating the two, raising a matching right claw set to his brow. All five razor tips dug into his five head and slowly tore down, clawing and pulling face meat, scales upending as freshly plowed land. Tips slipping with pressure and popping the eye, continuing to skin his maw and bare teeth.

"What do you know of curses boy? I'm stuck here, with the likes of you. Never able to know freedom, forever a King Nothing, Lord of the Void." Pup watched as the disfigured Derg's bare muscle and bone growled, regenerating before his words were finished. A slight bit of fear creeping into the canine's eyes, adrenaline fueling heavy breaths, each insulting his dragon's snout, eventually Zeke clasped the wolf's mouth shut by claw, recoiling where he stood.

"WHEW! Good lord boy, hard to believe after all this time you still don't understand what a toothbrush is." Frozen, gaze caught off guard and locked in place staring over Pup's shoulder toward the back of their side hall, wolves muzzle flicking in his hand at the sheer disgust of Zeke's touch.

"On second thought pup, remember how passionate we used to be? Remember how we'd be up all night going at each other? I miss that. How 'bout a kiss?" Ezekiel went in for their long-lost embrace, one strong rough set of claws grasping the wolves gray furred nape while the other held his lower back, open scaled muzzle taking in the bashed n' bloodied canine snout. Pup doing his best to bite, tear, and chew as much as he could yet as a gummy bear, he couldn't do much besides protest as the dragon renewed their passion. Growling to himself a delightful purring growl, their muzzles dancing passionately once again as strands of razor wire plunged towards the club's power box along a back wall with their ends shooting for lupine ass. Snapping, bending sounds of metallic chattered briefly before the whole club was ignited with their passion, sparks flying while their bodies writhed, smoking and surging with affection.

Eventually, the entwined pair ignited in the backroom as the rest of the club burst into power surge hell. Music cutting in and out, lights flickering erratically, sound system spraying sparks and smoke signaling the singer to book it out the front door. Our entwined couple smoking and seizing with countless amped volts surging through them, each body reaching its limit and exploding, showering the back room with their charred steamy insides while everything else burned. Everyone escaping what would be described as a freak accident except for two people who went unaccounted for anyway.

* * * * *

On week later.

The soft cozy reds of his eyelids met him first, dull ache of a body covered in worthless stitching second, and a nice deep scent of several incense completing the triage. Strong wooden slab cradling the flat reptile, head angled upward slightly, chamber wreaking of earth. They were in her den, they had to be, unable to open his eyes, this was the only place she felt safe to do something like this.

"Mm bunny?" The feeling of general anesthetic growing more noticeable the longer he was conscious.

"Yes, daddy?" She answered plucking the curved stitching needle through a double-layered set of scales on his right arm. Pulling the steel twine taught with both hands,

"Why can't I move?" His body not answering the immediate want to slap her ass. She smiled, leaning down, raising the leather-tied jade crystal around her neck.

"Oh, just something I whipped up. Do you like it?" Smirking, she went about bouncing as she finished reattaching Zeke's right hand.

"That was a gift, to signify a bond between Master and pupil." Knotting off the steel twine and admiring her craftsmanship, a fully reassembled dragon's body.

"I know, and I couldn't have done this without it." Hopping around to grab another hook and line from the altar behind her, she placed a paw on his snout playfully tugging the septum ring.

"Any last words before I shut that mouth of yours?" Zeke smirked under the rank digits toying with his snout lead.

"I never washed my nose ring after eating you out, Cunt." Bunny slowly cocked her head and jaw, paw moving to clamp Ezekiel's muzzle shut.

"Charming." Replying in tone by jamming the needle dead center under his lower lip, hook tip puncturing scale and muscle, pressing forward to scrape the gums. Stainless razor tip scratching across both lower and upper fang sets to eventually re-emerge just inside his septum. Bunny pulled it through and repeated the same motion twelve times on each side, the immediate 5 stitches going each way from center looped back through the nose hoop.

"Just relax, breathe deep, and go to sleep." She spoke, wafting a bowl of smoldering ash over his nose.

"This is what you want right? Just go to sleep daddy." Extreme relaxation and a familiar numbness crept in. Zeke felt aloft within himself, floating weightless but gently sinking, watching his body ascend away from him in a tree's den. It felt nice, and peaceful, a welcoming endless white expanse with nothing to do except rest. Shadows began passing by, one proceeding the next in a manner similar to a funeral. Some laughed, others cried, an odd special few tucking in trinkets, several more even coming by to lean in and curse him, maddened by the loss of their adversary. Then one came by, he recognized the oversized hybrid as the golden eastern from the show, he smiled chuckling under his breath,

"Well Well, I guess my problem took care of itself." In that instance Ezekiel's lofty paradise set itself ablaze, rage-fueled adrenaline banging every vein at once. His arm shot up of its own accord, claws clasping the golden eastern's throat clamping down harder than any choke fetishist would love. Eyes flicking open to catch bunny frantically gasping for air, dropping the cell phone she held, frantically clawing her way into Zeke's scales, scraping off bits of forearm until bone showed. Forearm clenched with a pillar of flame blasting from his maw setting the tree on fire, initial rage burning out as Bunny snapped into thin air, his body going slack again. Laying back and appreciating the crackling pop of burning oak, familiar scent of a campfire bringing back a lifetime's worth of wonderful memories, friends, family, and countless vacations spent around a pile of burning wood. Flickering flames lit the smoke running its way out of the den, admiring a mix of fire and swirling smokey patterns,

"Maybe this is the way to go? Consumed as the result of a lifetime of passion unceremoniously unreciprocated." He let the thought float off on a kite's string briefly before bringing it back.

"At least I lived a life worth living, even if I ended as the very thing I swore to never be." Smiling at the realization, letting all fucks go, happy and free. Smiling he laid back beginning to meditate, sweet soft crackling of moisture cooking itself free as his only company. Silence and tranquility eventually finding him amongst deeply drawn in breaths but a sound crept in. Quiet at first but growing to be the center of his attention, soft coughs of something small, hidden maybe, behind a thin wall. Coughing lead to crying, at an oddly high pitch, an infant of all things, continuing to cough eventually drawing his attention in further with a reality-splitting scream. Calling him not only from induced slumber but he recognized the screech, sitting up if not a bit drowsy he raised his left hand sending his wires to saw the wall just behind Bunny's altar. The circulating wires bore a hole that broke into a completely sealed-off chamber, stumbling inside he saw a lone hide-wrapped bundle resting in a raised wooden vine cradle emblazoned with glowing purple runes.

"Now what are you doing here?" Familiar scent hitting his noes, recognizing his own seed by the screech alone. Stumbling forward, he crashed into a relatively weak barrier that singed the first two layers of scale and muscle, breaking as it focused sparking around his torso before shattering.

"As I said, from Master to pupil." He smiled looking down at the hide-wrapped bundle of joy, a mini monstrosity, a hybrid amalgamation between satyr, dragon, and demon, the definitive existence of sultry chaos realized in ambitious dreams. Ritualistic sex creating the ultimate bondage of man, currently only fourteen pounds and suckling its own thumb, yet in the future he'd grow to be the destroyer of heaven and earth.

"My boy." Ezekiel smiled proudly, sitting down next to the cradle offering a thumb claw for the young to suckle with an enthused "aaaahhhh". Plucking the hide wrap from its cradle, he held it with a sense of pride watching as it tugged an ear and teethed his claw tip.

"You know it's almost a damn shame I'm not cut out to be a father, but being able to contain one of the void's gifts with relative ease gives a solid nod towards insanity." Crackling pop interrupting the moment,

"Well at the very least I can't lay down here, not knowing you're here, Can I? Let's go see mom shall we?" The mini Dragoat giving a happy "ahhh" in approval, Zeke raising his wrist letting a single strand of razor wire stem from the wrist snapping it downward, splitting reality with a gaping void he casually stepped in, letting the surrounding tree burn to ash as he and the child disappeared.

* * * * *

Somewhere in Nevada

Tucked several dozen stories underground, a large chamber with deep mossy green and black marbled floor spanned the necessary area for one to feel like greek royalty existed. Dark maroon curtains hanging the full border of the room acting as a cape to the smooth white pillars standing as sentinel witnesses. One curvy female with built soft thighs dressed in Greek-inspired female liberty armor and a black ankle-length loin cloth, sat stroking a skinny 5'11 beanpole of a fox. The Inert smile of her mask added a lovely note to her hand in a coveted barb wire-wrapped glove, currently gripping his throbbing fox hood making the red coat shiver. Our pair braced against a long armchair-style couch, its hardwood a lovely marble white, and its leather a black buttoned crimson pinned taught to the frame. Fox splitting an eye taking in Miss Liberty's supple curves, wanting to reach out and grope her armor-plated breasts, to lick her black knee-high leather heels, and to experience what he felt would be nirvana.

"Hm." She hummed from behind her helm, catching the glistening white gaze through his shoulder-length villainous grease black comb-over. Liberty twisted her grip so one barb was dead center at the base of his cock and clasped it shut, the barb driven inward to pierce his urethra and pulled forward. The fox howled, groans interlaced with pained happy gasps, their pace matching Miss Liberty's hand as she slowly pulled her grip upward, splaying his member in twain. Writhing in place while pleasure and pain mixed, hitting a delightful pitch as an arrow set free, broad head hitting the bullseye when our Valkery's hand reached his swollen head. Pulling the bloodied barb free and capping his leaking piss slit by jamming the barb down under her thumb, brutally sounding him. That sharp-cutting prick was the spark needed to set him off, nape standing on end as he humped into her tight barbed love glove. Slinging rope after rope, watching it bubble up in a mix of cherry white around his plugged dick hole, occasional arcs catching pressure and going sideways on their couch, a few hitting Miss liberty's mask and armor.

"That's my boy." She chuckled, her hand falling to the base of his cock, slowly encircling her barbed grip closing the full length in her mitten snuggly. Their attention broken by the old sun-bleached tube tv off right screeching to life with a face and sound of static, an image of a burned-out club being tended by firemen slowly coming into view.

"Hmmm." She hummed, arm flicking skyward, gloved wrist following tearing cock meat, flinging a mix of loose shredded member and bloody semen with it. Liberty turned back smiling under her mask watching her fox locked in the throws of paradise, mutilated manhood twitching rock hard before slowly beginning to heal.

"It seems your brother's back from the void. Church dearest, would you be a good boy for mommy and go fetch him for me?" Church lay panting, cock fully healing as a grimace conquered his muzzle, resting briefly before getting up and walking off.

"Yes Mother." Was all he said, dressing in clad black priest's suit he seemingly plucked from the wall before walking into the robe boundary itself and disappearing.

* * * * *

On the East coast...

Deep in the heart of what once was Prince William park, long since abandoned as the forest itself seemed to suffer a slow death, petrifying from within. Trees were left bare, leaves covering the ground left to rot although upon this night, they seemed to move and shuffle, glinting bits of silver caught alive in the full moon's light.

Inhuman screams pierced the night, calls worried and urgent as an animal calling to its lost young, every inch of reality for one and a half square miles quelled by sheer ear-splitting sound. Intermittent calm filled with the crunching of leaves underfoot, Ezekiel made his way to the sounds source, trudging through dead gray logs and brush until the forest opened. Sight befalling the forest's blight, a hybrid horror composed of goat, human, and dragon bits possessed with the ghoulish intent of witchcraft. Eyes as white and round as could be, hooves muddied, crimson scale stitching the goat and human bits together, a long lizard-like tail replacing the stubby goat's tuft. Crowned with two sets of horns, one satyr and the other a shiny ebony, filling its chest to scream again,

"I always liked you better in the moonlight, don't mo-" Before he could speak the beast had disappeared, Zeke's lifeless body falling away freely from its head hosing everything in the immediate vicinity a lovely shade of red. Beast holding the severed dragon's head in his hands, slowly turning it to peer into the still twitching face with a scowl screeching once more but from rage-filled lungs. Hardly satisfied, gaze returning to glare at the head watching every last bit of life fade until the blood flow and nerves stopped. Snarling in a dismissive huff, maw opened to feed on its catch, tearing one solid chunk of neck flesh free and taking a pause to chew.

"I said, Don't move." The head's face hadn't moved, nor its eyes yet he'd clearly spoken. Silence fell upon the forest, watching his prey to see if anything else was to happen yet nothing came of it. Moving to take another bite, it was interrupted by the slow rolling sound of metallic wire bending erratically, quiet at first but growing louder and louder, approaching from all directions. Crescendoing in a thunderous snap, turning the forest instantly into a web of razor wire that would make a funnel web blush. Thousands of miles of bladed wire cracked up from the underbrush, sending dry dead leaves and dust skyward, clouding the woods while its trees were bound endlessly.

Hundreds more strands approached, surrounding our creature, standing knee high perched as pretty cobras but they were of no concern, its eyes back on the dragon's face. Shit eating smirk welcoming a sneer with a wink, the detached body pushing itself back up and holding out a hand for its head. Begrudgingly, the beast handed back its prize, glare unchanged as Zeke reseated his neck column, locking twist sealed by a pop.

"Now, what are you cawing on about?" The creature shivered in place, bellowing a rage-filled screech, watching the beast unleash a mighty scream while his own ears bled freely. Slowly it settled, dirty human-esque hands dripping red as its fingernails pushed toward full claws, strong chest heaving its breathless body showing great restraint.

"Theyy . . took . . him . ." Jaw shivering with rage, cocked in its joints ready to fight, ready to shred the would-be meal.

"Theyy . . took . . my spawn." Voice crackling in a held growl, frameshifting slightly.

"Oh, you mean our spawn?" The beast's left arm snapped in a blur, rending half of Ezekiel's face clean off leaving bits of shredded face meat and deeply gouged bone, eye socket collapsed, jaw left hanging, and slapping him sideways snapping his neck.

"I deserved that." He muttered correcting his twisted noggin, putting his jawbone back in place while the rest began to regrow, staring back into the familiar glare with a smile.

"And do you mean this bundle of joy?" Motioning with a paired middle and index claw, he rolled the digits over and pointed them up. Dozens of wires exploded from the ground between them creating a bowling ball-sized hole, a cradle-shaped altar of razor wire emerged concealing a nestled bundle of animal hide. The miniature behemoth outstretched its infant hands, reaching with an open smiling mouth at the site of its mother. Threat stance falling as the beast picked up its young, Ezekiel watched, pulling a half-inch wrench from a pocket and dragging a claw to etch in six runes. Slowly he stepped forward toward mother and child, their young cradled in its arms ready to cleave the dragon into paste. Watching tentatively as the wrench was tucked in, Dragoat devil baby happily placing the socket end in his mouth. Smiling as jade fire enveloped the infant, free from heat as it spread to the beast holding him, glowing brightly and fading.

"That will keep you both hidden from everyone who's looking, including me." Ezekiel gave a nod and turned to walk away, every strand of steel retreating as he did,

"He . . will . . come . . for his power." Each hissed word caught the dragon's ear and raised one more making him turn back over his shoulder.

"And on that day, he will be able to take it." Raising one hand overhead and whipping it down to his side, wire strand extending from his palm splitting a gaping black void in reality with the echo of flexing steel.

"You look better as a monster." He offered coldly stepping into the void, rupture sealing crackle sucking in air as his tail tip vanished.

Fin?