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Flip a Coin!

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Teryx and Japts

Part 1

Tail

Two tentacles jumped straight at them from the purple slime flooding the chamber. With a swift and clean cut from his sword, Balgruth stop them before they reached Teryx, landing next to his paws and melting back into the slime. Despite his visible exhaustion, the lion had gathered strength from his convictions and the deep bond shared with the dragon. His black mane waved majestically with each precise swing. Most of his shiny armor had been destroyed during their journey, leaving the golden fur exposed, still beautiful even after all the wounds accumulated. His face didn't reflect the sorrow from losing his friends, and instead kept the challenging smile that encouraged Teryx to survive in a world to which he didn't belong. Balgruth looked briefly over his shoulder and nodded back at Teryx, a gesture that told him to move on.

"Hurry up!" A voice called him from the other side of the chamber.

Teryx snapped out and looked to where the voice had come from. His friend Japts was hiding behind a large pillar, already out of the flooded ground. It was now or never, and the blue dragon pushed forward, trying to walk through the sticky slime that had him covered up to his knees. Attired in silver armor that was in worse condition than Balgruth's, his fit body was heavily exposed--in any other circumstance, the dragon would've been ashamed of it. He huffed loudly, already tired from the effort put into crossing that trap. His hand could barely hold the sword trusted by Hyctus, moments before that minotaur dragged him back into his chamber. The fear that he could meet the end in that pool of slime weighed him down, and he rolled a tear out of desperation from not being strong enough. But as his party had previously discovered, after falling each one into the sick and elaborate traps the dungeon had to offer, none of them was strong enough.

A black hand took him when he reached the pillar, and Japts brought him back to reality by pulling him out of the slime, showing a strength that didn't match his slender body. Teryx fell to the ground, taking the "space" cat with him--the first one growled from the impact, while the latter made a sharp shriek after Teryx fell over his tail. Both quickly ignored the pain and looked back at the lion, still trapped in the slime and fighting against the cursed entity living within it.

"Balgruth! Drag your fluffy ass over here you idiot!" Japts yelled, pulling up his bow to try and shot down as many tentacles as he could.

"And lose my chance to be a hero? No way!" The lion roared back, but his paws were moving to where the duo was standing.

No matter how strong his convictions were, Balgruth had reached his limit. His swings were still strong as ever, but he reacted slower, and the end of his sword always fell into the slime after each hit. Despite this visible opening, the tentacles didn't attack faster, giving him time to prepare for the next attack in what felt like a mocking move from the monster.

Japts' arrows pierced the tentacles, but they lacked the strength to stop them. And no matter how many of them the lion cut, they continued coming back. The true nature of the beast was still unknown to them, but it was clear they were nowhere near defeating it.

"You're almost here!" Teryx yelled, hoping to encourage Balgruth, who looked back at him with a hopeful smile, happy to find the rain dragon so close to him.

And when the lion firmly believed he was safe to turn back and jump to the edge, one tentacle attacked from below and threw it down into the slime. Teryx reached for him, trying to grab his hand while he watched Balgruth's face turn slowly into panic as he got closer and closer to the purple substance. Their fingers grazed right when another tentacle pulled the lion down, and Teryx saw his friend disappear under the thick pool of slime.

All the other tentacles submerged, and a sepulchral silence reigned the chamber, only broken by the loud beats of their rushed hearts. The disbelief in the adventures' faces was painful to watch. Another friend succumbed right before their very eyes. And they were all alone in that forgotten lair, with no time to mourn their losses.

Teryx was too exhausted even to scream. He had witnessed so many times in one single day the panic and desperation that comes before the end. And he was the only one to blame. If he had never come to that world, none of that would've happened. His arrival, although accidental, brought nothing but troubles. Teryx put down his hand, deeply begging that was the end of it.

"We better get going," Japts said after a brief silence. He helped Teryx get back to his paws and together walked to the tunnel leading out of the chamber.

But they only advanced for a moment when a splashing sound forced them to turn back to the pool of slime, and both adventures felt their hearts drop to the ground once they started to realize the true nature behind those sick traps.

Balgruth was being held in the air by four tentacles, each one attached to each limb. His armor was gone and the lion appeared naked to his friends. He shook his head furiously, throwing blobs of slime from his mane, and he pulled against the strong bindings, desperate to get rid of them. But Teryx soon perceived that his struggle was against something invisible--or maybe something only he could see--, for his eyes had a lost and confused expression.

He tried to speak, but only slime came out of his maw. And the energy that came through his desperation quickly faded away. His friends were about to move forward and help him in any way they could, but just as they did, a new tentacle came from the slime and jumped straight into his open maw. The lion's eyes went wide open as the tentacle continued reaching down, enough to make a bulge visible in his throat.

Two more tentacles came right after. One opened its tip like the maw of a serpent and "swallowed" Balgruth's cock; its transparent look allowed them to have a faint image of his manhood getting hard as the tentacle began to suck it. The second one, thicker in appearance, invaded his ass in one firm and strong thrust. One, two, five, ten inches, and it continued going in, using the slime as a lubricant to ignore his tightness. Balgruth shrieked at the sudden attack, even with his mouth full, but he had no strength left to stop it, and his disgust didn't last for long. Japts and Teryx saw with disbelief as the horror abandoned his face to make room for the pleasure he was feeling. He stopped fighting and started squirming from being fucked and milked like that.

"Wha... what is this?" Teryx asked faintly.

Japts couldn't offer him an answer. They were both staring as the once proud Paladin was being reduced to a horny slut. The lion even started to move his hips backward, trying to get more of the tentacle inside of him. They couldn't tell what was going through his mind at that moment, but they were sure of one thing: if that was Balgruth's end, their friends went through a similar fate. It was horrifying...

"...and so exciting."

Teryx gasped and turned away, not from the pain of watching his friend but scared of the thought that had crossed his head. It might have lasted an instant, and an instant was all he needed. His mind put him in the place of the lion, being fucked ruthlessly by them in one perfect and delightful display of sin and debauchery, losing his sanity with each orgasm experienced. And was the image in his mind what had caused him a boner? Or was the degradation of a Warrior of Faith? There was no way for him to answer it, not with the shame he was feeling.

If Japts noticed his excitement or not, he couldn't tell either. "I never heard of anything like this," he then said.

Balgruth didn't look at them. With slime coming out of his maw, the lion was trapped in a fantasy of his own, cursed to remain there, at the mercy of the horny monster living under the slime. Japts and Teryx left him behind, but the loud and wet noises made by the tentacles followed them for minutes.

None said anything as they walked. They didn't even keep an eye open for any other trap. The tunnel ahead of them remained straight, with no sudden turns, strange steps, or bifurcations. Japts illuminated the path with his torch, and Teryx followed him dragging his paws. With his shame abandoning his body, the guilt overcame him again.

Still a mystery how he was teleported to that strange world, he was lucky enough to be found by Balgruth's party, who believed in his tale and decided to take care of him. Whether they believed in his words because of his strange clothes or due to him being a dragon--apparently a strange species there--Teryx never knew, but he was grateful and did everything he could to return the favor. And while he lacked the skills honed over years of adventures, his talents proved to be priceless, and for that, they were grateful.

If only they had never heard about that ritual, things could've gone differently. Teryx was already happy there. He wasn't even trying to find a way back home. But when a group of hunters managed to steal a sample of Teryx's blood, they discovered an old sorcerer needed it for a ritual that could destroy their world. The only option was to storm his dungeon and put an end to his plan.

Now the party had been reduced to two members too tired that were walking by sheer inertia. And Teryx thought he was the only one to blame. Even if he arrived there by accident, they risked everything because of him.

Japts stopped and let out a long sigh. As if the space cat had been reading his mind, he said: "This goes beyond you, Teryx. Don't forget that. Our lives mean nothing when compared to our world's safety."

Only then Teryx perceived the tears coming out. He hurried to wipe it from his cheeks before Japts heard him sob. "But what that thing did to Balgruth... what kind of dungeon is this?!" He shrieked.

"I wish I knew. We never heard of this sorcerer before. And we clearly weren't prepared for this...," Japts sighed heavily, "type of traps. This is an evil we haven't faced before. If it's even correct to call it evil."

Japts threw the torch to the ground, where it remained crackling and projecting distorted shadows of the adventurers. He then leaned against the wall and looked at the roof above them.

"We should take a rest," he said, sliding down until his ass reached the ground. "We're close."

Teryx didn't dare to say something else. He sat in front of Japts and watched as he began to take off the leather armor protecting his body. When the cat noticed his glance, he just chuckled. "This isn't gonna stop a fireball."

Japts kept the ragged and dirty plain clothes he wore under the armor. The shirt was missing a fraction on the lower end and the right sleeve, which Japts probably used to treat a wound. In that condition, it was hard to ignore his peculiar appearance. Most of his fur was black as the night, but starting from the chest and going upwards it faded into deep blue. Dozens of white dots decorated the fur, looking like small stars--Teryx could swear they moved as the cat walked, but they remained still whenever he looked straight at them. His 6ft of height and slender body were far from giving a threatening look--and his usually trickster and charming nature didn't help--, but the cat knew when it was time to pull out his claws for a fight. Even when he was ripping someone's gut, the two sapphires he had for eyes reflected his inner calm.

The only exception was that moment. Japts wasn't smiling as usual, but in his eyes, he saw a strong spark of hope and yearning. Was he truly waiting for a glorious death? Teryx couldn't think of anything worth saying in a moment like that. Instead, he followed his example and began to take off his armor--or what was left of it. But only after he removed the chest plate, Teryx remembered that he wasn't properly dressed under it, with only a loincloth covering his crotch.

A chuckle from Japts caught his attention. The feline brought back his mocking smile, ogling at the half-naked dragon.

"C'mon. Don't act as if we haven't seen each other naked before."

"It's not the same," Teryx giggled nervously but continued taking off the rest of his armor, slightly encouraged by Japts' smile.

"No, it's better. Imagine how cool would it be to kick an evil sorcerer's ass with your cock hanging free. I bet his wand can't beat yours."

They couldn't resist a laugh. Teryx threw his greaves away and, having only the loincloth left, grabbed and squeezed his bulge before Japts.

"My wand shoots a stronger spell."

Another laugh, more cheerful this time. The dragon stopped caring about dying, conscious of the weight that such fear was putting over his shoulders. Mourning his loss, despite the actual fate met by his friends, wouldn't give him any courage or strength. The best thing he could do was face the danger with a smile on his face, and that's when he began to understand Japts' behavior. Or maybe he had lost his mind already after witnessing what happened to Balgruth. It didn't matter.

"Too bad there aren't a lot of dragons around anymore. Always wondered how would it feel to lay with one."

Japts wasn't discreet in how he was looking at him. Teryx never felt especially proud of his body. Not that he was disgusted with it, he simply didn't care that much about beauty or appearances. He maintained a healthy exercise routine that kept him in good shape without drastically increasing his muscles. It also helped with the smooth look of his scales, a good balance of two shades of blue: one darker to paint his head, shoulders, the upper half of his tail, both hands and paws, and the sides of his abdomen; a lighter one for the rest, with his maw and neck being the exception by having a white tone. His tail also faded into a golden tone as it got closer to the tip, a color that matched the large mane growing between his horns. Japts once mentioned it made him look like a rising sun whenever he woke up.

While Teryx couldn't ignore the embarrassment of being watched that way, his mind insisted not to worry about it and just "go with the flow". Japts seemed ok acting like that, so why couldn't he? At least Teryx was sure that he had lost his marbles by then, more than enough to stop caring about everything.

"If we find a good place to lay down, I'll let you find out."

Like an arrow hitting its target, the comment left Japts speechless for a moment. It was the first time Teryx saw him react that way, enough for him to feel proud. And when he couldn't find how to reply, the cat only stood up and gave his friend a soft kick before picking up the torch.

"Let's move forward, you idiot."

Teryx giggled and hurried to reach Japts, who was walking faster. He thought that his mood wouldn't last more than a couple of minutes, that the fear of facing that mysterious sorcerer would send him back into his pit of guilt and misery. But as they moved forward, Teryx kept that little silly smile on his face, and he was even looking forward to fulfilling his promise. He kept his eyes on Japts and followed the discreet and alluring swaying of his hips. He never thought about the cat's beauty before. His not-so-erotic poses and jokes always made everyone roll their eyes and move on, keeping hidden those physical attributes that only then Teryx was starting to perceive. His hands trembled as he tried to reach for his shoulder, victim of a sudden urge to hold and carry Japts in his arms.

"We're here."

The announcement made him snap out of his trance. After a blink, Teryx realized they had made it out of the tunnel and were now in a chamber bigger than the last one. The dragon was awed by its size and the majesty of what looked like a natural formation, with large stalactites covering the roof. Roughly 50 feet tall, a skylight in the middle of it illuminated the entire chamber with the moonlight coming through. Teryx noticed it was precisely above a circular platform, 30 feet away from them. The wooden bridge connecting it looked old but stable. Teryx lost his balance for a moment after looking at the abyss below him, hidden by the crystalline water flooding the chamber--there was no way to tell how deep it was, and the dragon feared that he probably wouldn't live to discover it if he fell into it.

Japts walked over the bridge with confidence. Teryx didn't feel the same way, afraid that the wood wouldn't support his weight. Holding firmly from both ropes at the side, he followed the cat, which had stopped briefly to look back at him. After taking some steps without hearing the wood creak under him, the dragon let out a sigh of relief.

The bridge moved softly from side to side, forcing the duo to match their steps to stop it from swaying too hard. However, Teryx stopped worrying about it as they approached the platform. Three pillars made of white marble decorated it, each one with a bust carved at the very top. None resembled a deity from that world, and their features were more humanoid, with large faces and prominent foreheads--the more he looked at them, the more uncomfortable he felt. When he couldn't hold their look any longer, Teryx looked back at the platform, and only then he realized something was wrong.

"There's no one here," he said after stepping over the platform.

"He probably heard us and escaped," Japts said, walking over to a stone table in the middle. "A fly or a teleport spell, maybe."

"It can't be... not after all we went through..." Teryx muttered, already feeling the guilt coming back to him.

"Calm down. This isn't the end," Japts interrupted him immediately. "He ran away for a reason, and losing your composure won't help us find out why."

Teryx slapped both of his cheeks to snap out. "You're right."

"There are no books or instruments around, so he chose this place in particular for his ritual," Japts continued, moving over to a stone circular table in the middle of the platform. "Destroying it should be enough to stop him, but I wanna be sure why he needed this place. Take a look at the pillars, I think I saw runes carved on them."

The dragon nodded and approached the pillar to his right. It was hard to tell for how long they had been there; the whiteness gave the illusion that they were put there recently. As he got closer to it, Teryx began to perceive the large runes carved along the surface. One after another, with no visible imperfection. A work so detailed had to be done with magic, and the dragon didn't dare to put a hand over it. Most of the runes were unknown to him, but he recognized the rest from the lessons given by a member of the party.

"This... I don't think this is an altar, Japts. It looks more like a... waypoint."

"A waypoint? To where?"

"I don't know. I believe this rune here means 'world'," Teryx knelt and got closer to a more complex one, "and this here... I think it means 'travel'. Fuck, Jasper didn't have time to teach me all."

"This here doesn't look like a ritual either. There are only oil bottles under it."

"Maybe he teleported to where the actual ritual takes place?"

"No... I don't think so. This place must have another meaning. There are some runes over here too. Can you help me?"

"Sure, but I don't know what diffe-," Teryx had to stop after standing up and turning over where Japts was.

The cat was laying over the table, with one leg pointing at the skylight above him. Bathed in the moonlight, his naked body acquired an indescribable beauty that had an instant effect on the dragon's manhood. Japts slowly put down his leg and looked at the dragon, giving him a wink.

"W-w-what are you doing?!" A concerned Teryx exclaimed, running to where Japts was.

"Enjoying the moon, what does it look like?" He replied.

His tone was playful, and he didn't make an effort to cover his cock from Teryx's eyes. The dragon tried not to pay attention to it and looked upwards. The moon was right above them, perfectly visible through the skylight. He couldn't remember a night when it looked so big and bright. Its magnificent sight relaxed him a bit. Its light penetrated the tired muscles and returned some energy to his battered body.

"It's beautiful, right?"

"It is..." Teryx replied in a sleepy voice.

Hearing Japts reminded him of why they were there. The dragon shook his head and looked back at the cat, who was now using his arms as a pillow and had both legs spread, making room for the dragon to kneel in between them. He giggled, giving a slow lick at his upper lip.

"But this isn't the right to act like this!"

"All the contrary, this is the perfect time. I don't think we'll ever see a moon like this again anytime soon."

Teryx gnashed his fangs at the carefree attitude suddenly displayed by his friend. There was no sight of the evil sorcerer and he thought it was a good time to lay down naked under the moon. How could he be so selfish after all that had happened in that dungeon? Teryx never felt an urge so strong to hit him, hoping to bring him back to his senses with it. But even with his fists already clenched, the dragon refused to act.

Japts looked beautiful like that. Taking slow and deep breaths with his eyes closed, the feline had adopted a more fragile and seductive appearance. The light absorbed by his black fur gave it a dim but visible glow, almost mystical. Teryx never felt attracted to him, and yet a voice in his head told him to put both hands over his chest and follow the shape of his muscles down to his hips. He wanted to take him in his arms and show him the strength of his manhood in a tight and loving embrace, with the moon as the only witness of their passionate act. Oh, what would his moans sound like? Will his scent change under him? And what about the taste of his seed?

The thoughts rushed into his mind so abruptly that Teryx didn't have time to react. His own rage drowned in the sea of lust that was flooding his head. He couldn't explain with words the sudden attraction felt towards his friend, and all he wanted was to express it in the most intense way possible. And at the same time, the dragon craved to feel Japts' firm but gentle hand pulling him down and to hear from his sweet voice what he should do next. He never felt that way before, not even with the paladin with whom he shared intimacy more than once behind the party's back. What Japts caused in him was different. And all the cat did to achieve that was lay down naked in front of him.

"I thought someone promised to show me what it feels to lay with a dragon."

Japts called him with a finger and Teryx leaned down, following the invisible leash in the cat's hand. The rain dragon growled deeply, holding his own lust. The closer he was to Japts, the stronger his scent became. Teryx felt it like tiny little fingers caressing his face, and it warmed his body with each deep breath that filled his lungs. He was shaking above him, already on his fours and drooling like a hungry feral dog. The loincloth could no longer cover the hard cock hanging between his legs, dripping large blobs of pre. Japts made a pause to look at it, then went back to the dragon's golden eyes.

"I always wondered why that kinky lion was so willing to submit to you. Now I see why."

Their lips got dangerously close. Teryx felt Japts' breath against him. It felt like a shot of adrenaline injected straight into his heart. Desperate whimpers came from the shaky reptile, who wanted to taste him and kiss him and show him how much he loved him.

Both switched places in a blink. Teryx was left baffled by the sudden strength displayed by Japts, who was now on top of him. The movement felt so swift and clean that he hardly believe it even happened. But his surprise died under the cat's weight, who sat on his belly to stretch his back, drawing a perfect angle that enhanced his beauty.

"I must admit, I was a little jealous. I don't like to share, but I couldn't find the words to ask you for it either. Now I'm happy that I have you all for myself."

As he spoke, his little fingers moved along Teryx's cock. His touch was soft, and it followed an invisible trace that made the dragon shudder from a pleasure that he couldn't believe was even reachable. And Japts' presence on top of him, with his head eclipsing the moon, adopted a more threatening yet alluring aspect. A red light flashed in his eyes, but it was gone after a blink. His fingers didn't stop, smearing his pre all over the pink, throbbing shaft. And the pleasure did nothing but increase. All from a simple touch.

Teryx was unable to comprehend what was going on. His mind couldn't put a single thought in order, with each one deviating back to the intense urge to serve and obey the cat on top of him. Yes, he wanted to serve him. But why? Teryx held him by the hips with both hands, not because he wanted to, but pulled by a strange call heard within his mind. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take his eyes away from Japts' face. So beautiful. So perfect. The moonlight enhanced the magnificent features of his face, and Teryx refused to stop looking at it. His eyes. His muzzle. The way his whiskers twitched. And how his fur matched perfectly with the night sky above them.

The dragon shivered after Japts poured some oil over his cock. His little fingers moved up and down, smearing the oil and squeezing his cock to keep it hard and throbbing. The touch was slow but reassuring, and it told him he belonged to Japts. He didn't mind. Teryx was ok with it. He somehow didn't care about being used and controlled by the cat on top of him, whose touch was sucking away the worries tormenting his soul. He wanted to compensate Japts, and his obedience was the least he could offer.

But those thoughts were still leaving a strange taste in the dragon's maw. Even when Japts sat down on his cock, slowly taking one inch after another, Teryx continued hearing a faint voice in the darkest corner of his mind telling him to stop him. It was his voice, desperately calling for the dragon to snap out of it and ignore the thoughts invading his head. Familiar faces flashed before his eyes. He heard jokes, laughs, battle cries, praises, dreams, and promises told by familiar voices that were slowly losing any meaning as soon as the cat began to jump on his lap, taking his manhood deep inside his warm and soft inside.

Teryx moaned, a victim of pleasure so intense that it felt like a lightning hitting his body. Japts bounced on top of him, squeezing his cock during each thrust. Even in a position that should've made him look weak and vulnerable, the cat kept a long and sharp smile that reminded Teryx who was truly in control. His sharp claws pinched over the soft scales of the dragon's chest, a pain that he found thrilling and exciting. He didn't dare to move. He didn't dare to act. The dragon looked straight into Japts' eyes and sighed, more and more convinced that his obedience was a price worthy of the pleasure he was giving him.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be honest with you, my host," Japts suddenly said, holding a cheeky smile and a calm tone despite the visible effort put by his body on each bounce. "I'm a traveler, just like you. But this universe has a barrier that prevents me from leaving. My only choice is to leave inside somebody else that didn't belong here either."

Japts increased the speed of his bounces. Teryx's cock reached a sensitive spot that got a moan out of him. Despite that brief loss of control, the space cat continued his unholy and kinky ritual, watching as the runes carved in the pillars began to acquire a white glow.

"Summoning you was easy when compared to gaining the trust of those used back there to power up this altar. Magic powered by lust and pleasure is a concept that I couldn't believe at first," the pleasure forced him to stop. Another loud moan came out, and his entire fur bristled in what looked like a dry orgasm. But the cat continued moving, bouncing up and down at an increasing speed. When he looked down again at his little horny vessel, he did it with a more aggressive expression, showing off his fangs through which saliva was leaking out. "Now... we can finally leave this place."

His words only made sense to what was left of his terrified spirit, who realized the monster the space cat really was. Teryx saw how each wave of pleasure gave Japts more and more control over him, subduing him like a tamed beast. Magic shackles and a collar appeared on the dragon's body, only visible under the moonlight, with the leash tied to a cock ring created on Japts' bouncing cock. It put more weight under his already weakened will, and his moans silenced the screams that he uttered in a desperate attempt to wake up his body and mind from the trance.

But it was a pointless battle. The pleasure turned into joy, and it washed away not only the pain and guilt that once tormented him, but his treasured memories too, leaving only an increasing desire to serve and obey Japts. He was nothing but a service top for him, a toy made for his enjoyment. Teryx embraced the idea of being a vessel for the space cat, one that had been growing with each wave of pleasure.

"No need to keep resisting. Submit and be rewarded with true pleasure."

The moon above them started to glow so intensely that it turned its rays into a pillar of light that swallowed the couple. The ground trembled. The pillars began to crumble. And the water flooding the chamber acquired a white tone. The unlucky adventures that fell on their crusade reached one after another their climaxes, powering the waypoint.

The stars on Japts' fur moved quicker as he got closer to his climax. Teryx shed a tear when what was left of his will got crushed by the intense orgasm that he had finally reached. His seed flooded Japts' insides and sealed the link between them. Their combined moans became the chant that activated the waypoint, and concentrated beams of light were shot from the pillars into the ceremonial altar, giving Japts the power to finish the ritual. His body started to melt and fuse with Teryx, slowly disappearing under his scales. The dragon cried when his climax got prolonged by the merging spell, victim of an unbearable pleasure that was pushing him to the edge of madness. More and more of Japts' body went inside of him until his cock became visible again, still shooting strings of thick and hot draconian seed.

Another being grew inside him. Blinded by the light, Teryx held to the table edges while Japts spread throughout his body. His scales got darker. His muscles got swollen. The golden mane got black as the night, with moving stars decorating it. His left eye became blue like a sapphire. And a tattoo of a crescent moon appeared on his forehead. Teryx crushed the stone table from the increased strength gained as Japts merged with him. It was painful. It was exhilarating. It pushed the dragon into absolute submission. Teryx looked straight into the beam of light as it sucked him out of that universe and into the Dark River that flowed in between worlds.

The pillars crumbled down and the altar broke into pieces when the beam of light disappeared, leaving no trace of the adventures that entered those unholy grounds.

Part 2

Head

The big hand pouring wine into a cup trembled softly. Summer has just started so it wasn't the weather that made him shiver. It wasn't either nerves over the deal he was about to close with a foreign company, as he had signed bigger contracts in the past. Neither was the effect of an illegal substance, which he has evaded ever since he became a successful CEO. What the naked dragon standing on his balcony experienced was an unnatural and inexplicable fear.

Teryx looked down at the cup resting over the small table he had out. It was his third one since he woke up. After the red wine settled down, the dragon had a clear view of the full moon reflected on it. His mouth watered the closer the cup got to his mouth, prey of a thirst that he never felt before. Teryx never considered himself an alcoholic, and he wondered if that's how the addiction felt during the first days after it started. He couldn't comprehend the sudden urge that pushed him to raise his arm and chug it down as if it was mere beer, but it calmed that fear--at least momentarily.

It was impossible not to be ashamed of the lack of manners displayed by him, with drips of wine slowly drooling down his chest. These past few days he had been acting like a brute.

A gentle hand landed over his left shoulder. Teryx put the cup down and held it, recognizing his lover's touch. The polar bear proved himself as an excellent assistant, not only at work but in bed too. Leaving aside the moral dilemma of sleeping with a co-worker, Teryx felt grateful that Anderson accepted his advances so easily. Not only the bulky bear knew his place, but he was also completely ok with it, aware that the sexual nature of their relationship wouldn't go beyond that. That made things easier for Teryx, who had been more... "aggressive" over the last two weeks.

"Another nightmare?" Anderson asked.

"Yes," Teryx replied coldly.

"You've been under a lot of pressure recently, boss. Maybe you need a vacation."

Teryx looked at the bear, who was now standing next to him. His white fur was an absolute mess from all the sweat. He stood firmly with both hands behind his back, acting as if the dragon hadn't fuck the cum out of him. He probably went a little over the board this time, but Anderson never used his safe word, a sign that he also enjoyed the extra roughness Teryx applied to him. Even with no clothes, that pose gave the bear a peculiar professionalism that he wouldn't expect in a moment like that.

The dragon sighed, although he didn't expect smoke to come out of his nostrils. "That sounds like a good idea."

"If you don't mind me asking, what was this nightmare about?"

Anderson almost did an excellent job by hiding his concern under a layer of curiosity, but Teryx knew his assistant very well. He poured more wine into his cup to evade the bear's sight. "Just a bunch of nonsense that still manages to scare me."

It wasn't precisely a lie. Teryx couldn't make sense of the nightmares that had tormented his mind more frequently every night. All he saw are visions of himself walking around the city, looking for something or someone while evading people as much as he could. The images by themselves are not what scares him, but the strange sensation that someone else is with him. A voice. An entity. Teryx felt a strange energy moving him forward, like the strings of a puppet. And he loved it. He couldn't explain why, but he loved being under its control.

"I don't think it's worth talking about it," the dragon added.

When he took the glass again, his hand stopped before it reached his maw. Yes, he was still thirsty, but the sight of the red liquid made him feel like a coward trying to drown his fear in alcohol. What good would it come from that? He was no coward. He climbed to the top despite having the odds against him. The view from his penthouse was so much better knowing he got it without daddy's help. And a stupid nightmare was pushing him to hide behind a glass of wine?

"Here," he offered Anderson the glass. "Have some of it."

"I appreciate it, boss."

"I told you there's no need to act so serious when we're not at work."

If the remark took him by surprise, Teryx couldn't tell. The bear drank from the glass quietly and put it back on the table without changing his expression, but as soon as he went back to his position, he sighed heavily.

"I'm still not that comfortable acting differently with you, sir."

"Well, at least you're not bringing that attitude to bed. That would be weird."

The comment did manage to get a giggle out of the bear. But Teryx was secretly happy with Anderson keeping that attitude; it worked to maintain visible the line that he wasn't meant to cross. As much as he appreciated him, seeing him as something else than a co-worker and a fuck buddy would probably ruin the balance in his life. A romantic relationship was not a priority at that moment.

"Have we ever done something here in the open?" Teryx asked abruptly, but he didn't get the reaction he expected from the bear, who only scratched his chin.

"Not yet, sir. I think we both agreed the bed was more comfortable."

"There's a first thing for everything. And I believe I have something better than wine for you to taste."

Anderson displayed a small smirk before going down to his knees to put his mouth to work. It was only in those moments that his attitude changed to a more submissive one, showing actual eagerness to please and serve the dragon. The grip from his lips was already good enough to get a loud huff from Teryx, but it was his tongue what put the dragon to moan. His hand kept the bear from moving his head away, forcing him to choke on the cock quickly growing inside his maw.

What a fantastic sensation that was. Teryx looked at the city below him, still alive even after midnight. He saw the vehicles driving through the main avenue, and the lights still on the building surrounding his. He thought of the people partying, drinking, and going back to their houses. He wondered if any of them would ever have the privilege to stand where he was and fuck the mouth of a hungry little slut like he was doing at that moment. His brain quickly told him they wouldn't. That was HIS privilege. He worked hard to get to that point. He had all the right to fuck his hungry little slut right above everyone else. And that thought acted like a shot of adrenaline injected straight into his heart, and it crushed the fear that tormented him minutes ago.

The next day Anderson spent it at a spa paid for by Teryx. It was the least he could do after how rough he fucked him for the rest of the night.

The day had come, and Teryx was taking a last look at the contract brought by the representatives of TredCom, a tech company that had been in everyone's mouths after the success of their prototype jet engine that shortened flight travels considerably. What they were working with was straight out of a science fiction novel, and many specialists called them pioneers. But even with that success, accepting being an investor in their new project made him feel like a funambulist walking on a rope for the first time, only the rope was suspended between two skyscrapers.

Teleportation. Not a hyper-fast jet or vehicle. What they wanted to research was a portal connecting two points in space to move freely between them. Actual teleportation. The possibilities for that type of technology were endless and could bring society to a new era. Or could cause him to go bankrupt. It wasn't an easy choice to make, considering how impossible it sound on paper. No other investor would believe all that scientific mumbo jumbo Teryx had to listen to in a previous meeting. However, on the other hand, no other investor would take that risk. It could be all for himself.

Teryx was alone on his side of the round wooden table decorating the center of the meeting room. His legal advisors left by request, not without repeating how risky that deal was. The black suit worn for the occasion gave the dragon not only a serious and professional look but a threatening one. It remarked that he had TredCom's destiny on his hands, that something as simple as the swift move of his pen would seal it.

On the other side were TredCom's representatives. One was a Rottweiler wearing a gray suit a size too small for him. Past his forties, the suit gave a good idea of his muscles and how dedicated he was to them. That forced his movements to be slow, almost mechanical as if he was scared of tearing off the suit--an idea that Teryx didn't consider precisely bad.

The other one was a chubby rat. Considerably shorter than his colleague but with a better eye for clothing, his suit was completely black and it matched perfectly with his white short fur. His expression gave away his naiveness, soft and cheerful, like a graduate going into a job interview for the first time.

"Is everything in order?" The Rottweiler asked.

Teryx looked at him for a moment before focusing his attention back on the document. "Yes... just want to give a final read."

But that was a lie. Teryx had a bad night again. And he couldn't focus on the text. His eyes were only following the lines, but the words lacked any meaning to him. No matter how hard he tried to read it, he found his attention wandering back to an odd feeling pressuring his chest. Something was coming. Something he couldn't escape from. It reminded him of when his father or a teacher were approaching to scold him. The dragon recognized it as the fear that had tormented him for days.

"We can give you more time if you need it. We know this can be a difficult choice," the rat said in a slightly squeaky voice.

"It's ok. I believe I had more than enough time to think about it."

Teryx tried to remain calm. He didn't allow a single part of his body to betray him. His tail didn't wag. His ears didn't flinch. Even his voice kept a neutral tone. It was a natural thing for him to do during a meeting, but at that moment in particular, it was demanding more effort from him.

That pressure was getting stronger. But what he feared the most was not the presence, but the heat that had started to build up in his chest. A heat so strong it expanded down his crotch. Teryx had been more sexually active the last few days, but he managed to keep it at bay--at least until he had some time to spend with Anderson. At that meeting, however, it turned into an urge eating him from the inside. The two representatives looked so handsome and sexy in those suits, and the dragon wondered how hot would it be to fuck the cum out of them right there.

"But tell me... you actually believe this is possible?"

Both representatives looked at each other with a certain fear in their eyes, as if they couldn't find the words to reply. The canine swallowed and took the reins of the situation, putting both hands over the table.

"It might take some time, but we are positive about it. And we are studying all the possible applications this will have. We don't want to turn it into a luxury item, but something that anyone could use."

"We'll talk about the accessibility after you make it possible. Right now I want to know if it's possible," Teryx repeated, making emphasis on each word.

The rat had to look away, unable to hold the dragon's eyes. The Rottweiler didn't allow to be intimidated, even when his legs were trembling under the table.

"It is. I can assure you that."

Teryx sighed again. He thought talking would keep him distracted from those fantasies, but the images continued flooding his head. It reached a level where he couldn't stop his body from reacting to it, with quick lashes from his tail and his fangs gnashed. A spasm sent his pen flying away, landing next to the obscured glass panel to his right. The rat tried to go and pick it up for him, moved by the bootlickery that had put it on that job, but Teryx stopped him with a gesture.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen. Had a rough night," the dragon apologized, making an effort to conceal his bulge.

"We understand. This is a hard choice, after all."

Teryx nodded and knelt to pick up the pen. But as he did, a cold sweat ran down his spine when he perceived a shadow walking over the other side of the panel. Tall and big, it moved slowly towards the entrance, dragging its paws and a large and thick tail behind him. Teryx couldn't understand why, but a strong feeling of familiarity invaded him as if that silhouette meant something to him. It didn't last long enough for him to wonder about it, quickly replaced by that same pressure and fear that had been following him for days.

Teryx stood up. His claws came out by sheer instinct. A growl made his throat tremble. And thick, black smoke came from his nostrils. Despite the many business adversaries he had over the years, not a single one of them made him feel threatened like the shadow that was about to walk through the door.

No one put a hand on the knob when the door opened slowly. All sounds coming from outside disappeared, and the air got cold right after a large, blue paw stood inside the meeting room.

"I've been having... inappropriate dreams these last few days," announced a deep voice too familiar for Teryx's taste. "I wouldn't call them nightmares, for I enjoyed each one of them. But of course, those weren't mere dreams, am I right?"

A large reptile walked into the room. His body and face were hidden under a large, dusty, and worn-out black robe. Teryx saw what looked like brown leather clothes under it, protecting the chest and legs. His tail closed the door behind him; its tip had black and golden fur. But aside from that, no other physical detail was visible. And Teryx still had a bad feeling about the stranger that had just walked in.

"No, those things I dreamt about happened. I didn't expect an effect like that one--not that I complain, of course. It gave me a good insight about you. About the place you occupy in this Universe. And it pushed me to crave an even more twisted fantasy."

"Who are you? This is a private meeting! Get out before we call on security!" The Rottweiler growled, walking straight to the stranger.

He, in response, waved his right hand before the canine and said: "Stop."

The dog froze in place. And it did in a position that should've sent him to the ground: standing in his left paw, with the right one floating midway through his next step. The only parts he could move were his eyes, both looking frenetically in all directions, baffled and terrified by an act that shouldn't be possible. The rat squeaked loudly and hugged his legs, almost taking the shape of a ball over the chair.

"I'm still amazed by how vulnerable your people are against magic. Is this the consequence of prioritizing science over the occult? I wouldn't dare to call it a waste, but it does put you at disadvantage."

Magic? Occult? What was that stranger talking about? It could've been easy to disregard him and kick him out if it wasn't for the dog frozen in space. That wasn't a trick of the light or the work of an illusionist, but... actual magic. All he did was a gesture to petrify the dog. It made no sense! He felt stupid for thinking that the stranger did magic, despite being the only solution that could explain it.

The stranger approached the Rottweiler. His maw was visible for a second: white with a touch of deep blue on top. It got closer to the dog's neck, from which it took a long and deep whiff.

"You smell so clean, but I sense the perversions burning in your heart. Speak out, Pet. Share with us those dark fantasies that push you forward day after day."

The dog regained control over his body, but he struggled to move from where he was standing. His legs trembled, and he gnashed his fangs to stop the words from coming out. With both fists clenched, it seemed he was about to punch the stranger, but something stopped him from doing so. Instead, he saw the newcomer run one sharp claw across his neck, leaving a small groove on his short fur.

"Speak out."

"I p-p-p-pay ho-ho-hookers to sle-e-sleep with me...!" The dog finally replied. His black eyes stared with fear and disbelief at the face before him.

"Good! Wasn't that so hard?" The stranger applauded. Then, in a quick move, he took his left hand to inspect it closely. "But it might not be quite honest from you if my assumption about this golden ring is correct. Of course, I have no right to judge you. But that doesn't mean I can punish you either," after dropping the dog's hand, he put his eyes on the rat. "And what about you, my chubby friend?"

The rat squeaked loudly and moved away from the stranger without leaving his chair. The stranger leaned down and pressed both noses together. Immediately, the rat's body relaxed completely, but the robe prevented Teryx from seeing what he did to him.

"I smell weakness. Cowardice. You don't mind others walking over you--you're actually thankful for being their rug. I bet you wouldn't mind a little push in the right direction."

The stranger suddenly closed his hand around the Rottweiler's neck. Teryx took two steps forward but stopped when he saw a glow coming from his hand. Around the dog's neck had appeared a black collar with white dots on it resembling stars in a night sky. He gave the rat the leash connected to it and pressed one claw against his forehead.

"Take good care of this pet for me. I might come to pick it up later. In the meanwhile, leave us alone and have fun."

The sound of his voice tranquilized both representatives, who left quietly and without making questions. Teryx didn't move his eyes away from the stranger, who once again stood silently feet away from him. He wanted to see who was under the cowl, a wish that scared him at the same time. His mere presence put a lot of pressure on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. Teryx feared that any sudden move could be answered with an attack. But what type of attack, he asked, still trying to make sense of what he just witnessed. Was this planned? Did he see actual magic? He didn't want to admit it, afraid that his sanity could crumble under that assumption. So his mouth uttered the only question that he thought was logical:

"What are you?"

The stranger giggled. His hands moved upwards to pull back the cowl. When Teryx saw his own face reflected in the stranger, he didn't flinch. Deep inside his soul, he knew that the presence that had been appearing in his dreams was him. The pressure vanished, and the dragon took a deep breath to relax.

"That is a complicated question. It depends on who're you talking to."

"My name is Japts."

The voice, softer in tone, came from his left. Teryx looked at the window and saw a dim reflection of a black naked cat where the other Teryx was supposed to be. When the other Teryx moved forward, the cat moved too, following his pace and movements.

"And my name is TERYX," the other dragon replied.

"I am a cosmic being, older than the Universe itself."

"And I am his vessel."

"I know this might be hard for you to understand, so I'm gonna save you the details. The only thing you need to know is that we do not belong to this world."

"From the moment of our arrival, I've been aware of your presence. You noticed me too, but the lack of magic knowledge made me look like a dream in your head."

"I must admit this was a miscalculation. And the effects we had on you weren't expected either. It seems all dragons, regardless of directions, carry ancient blood in their veins."

"And what do you want from me?" Teryx asked, walking around the round table to put distance between them.

"I want nothing but to serve and obey my Master," TERYX replied.

"And for the first time, I can't find an answer to that question."

Despite knowing no one was behind him, Teryx felt a small hand landing on his shoulder. He turned around but found no one, and TERYX took that opportunity to hold him from behind. He struggled to get free from his grasp, but his other self proved to be bigger and stronger than him, a detail hidden under the black robe he was wearing.

"I thought traveling across the Multiverse would suffice. But now that I see you exist, I wonder how many versions of you are out there."

"You feel it too, right? A flame burning inside you. Growing bigger with each day. And no matter how hard you try, nothing can't put it off."

No matter how hard he tried, none of his hits seemed to affect the dragon behind him. TERYX put both hands over his pecs to squeeze them, pressing his sharp claws against the skin. Teryx squirmed a little, finding a strange pleasure in the soft pain caused by his claws.

"You are me. It's only natural that you feel the same way my Master makes me feel."

"I have no Master..." Teryx growled.

"You might indeed have a stronger resistance, but anyone can be subdued. It's a matter of time."

When Japts talked, it was his voice the one he heard next to his ears, and his fingers the ones he felt on his chest. But the strength was the same. His grip on the dragon reflected his dominance over him.

"It's a little selfish to say it, but I want to control each and every Teryx living across the Multiverse. Is it possible? I don't know, but I wanna find out so badly... starting with you."

Teryx noticed too late the intoxicating musk coming from TERYX was affecting him in a different way. His hits became weaker, and his lust got bigger along with the bulge between his legs. Breathing heavily, he shook his head to try to get rid of the effect, to no avail. All he could do was clench his fangs to prevent his moans from coming out.

"Haven't I told you how sexy we are?" TERYX whispered in his ear. Despite the control he had over the situation, Teryx perceived a certain tone of submission and need in his voice. "I see myself and I can't fight this urge to feel me. To taste me," as a remark, TERYX ran his tongue across his neck, an action that caused an involuntary shiver. "To fuck me. Don't you dare to tell me you haven't wished the same."

His claws began to tear through the suit like it was made of toilet paper. In a matter of seconds, Teryx had his pecs exposed and still at the mercy of his horny twin. His twin, or rather, him. The dragon tried to grasp the impossibility of that scenario. Magic, cosmic beings, another Teryx. It all came straight out of a dream, a series of inexplicable events that should have crushed anyone's sanity at that point. Teryx, however, wasn't trying to find an explanation anymore. Feeling TERYX's touch was all he needed to realize he wasn't dreaming. What the rain dragon was trying to grasp was the familiarity with which his other self was talking, as if he was...

"...reading your mind."

It was Japts who spoke. The cat was no longer holding him in the reflection, but rather standing in front of him. And when his little and delicate hands moved over the dragon's chest, Teryx felt them. A ghost removed the belt and undid his pants, leaving gravity to pull them down. The Japts in the mirror admired the bulge trapped under Teryx's tight boxers, already stained with his pre.

"As I said to that dirty dog, I can see the depravations deeply rooted in your heart."

"Pride is the fuel that keeps your flame burning. You admire no one else but yourself."

"And the male that you desire the most is no one else but yourself."

TERYX closed his fangs around his neck, and Japts began to pull down his boxers. Slow. Slower. The contact from the cloth with his cock felt like torture. Teryx growled, trying to bear with the pleasure that both beings provoked on him, but in the end, he couldn't stop a moan from coming out. His body shivered, and he felt his heart burning and beating hard against his chest. Their touch was almost as addictive and intoxicating as TERYX's, and at the same time, it made him feel weak and vulnerable. No one had ever touched him like that. He didn't like that sensation of submission slowly creeping upon him. He didn't want to be controlled by the dragon standing before him. No one else can control him, no one...

"No one else but you.."

Teryx turned abruptly and planted a kiss on the dragon's mouth. He found a weak taste of blood on his lips, a flavor that did nothing but ignite the already burning flames of lust consuming him from the inside. One claw held TERYX by the back while the other kept his head in place, forcing him to keep kissing him. Taken by surprise, TERYX couldn't react in time as the roles got reserved. A struggle between both tongues began as Teryx's touch became more and more possessive.

No one else but him--and Japts. Teryx underestimated what the space cat was capable of, and it was too late when he made his move. Teryx's eyes went wide open after he felt a thick liquid invade his mouth and move down his throat. He tried to push TERYX away, disgusted by it, but his arms refused to push the dragon away. Blobs of black slime came out through the corner of his lips as he choke on the cosmic cat invading his body. Both males shivered, unaware of the aggressive and twisted way Jatps chose to transfer to his new host. His powerful presence began to spread all over Teryx's body, forcing physical changes similar to those in TERYX. His suit tore off under the pressure put by his bigger muscles, and so did his boxer after the already hard cock gained some extra inches.

Teryx managed to push the other dragon away only after Japts finished. Still going through the physical changes, he fell on his fours with some slime hanging from his fangs. The dragon crawled over to the window, coughing, twitching, and grunting. The painful transformation he was going through affected not only his body but his mind. A sensation of something growing inside him, trying to push him away from his own body. His pitiful attempts to cry for help were met with silence, as no sound came through his mouth. And despite how painful it was to feel his bones and muscles growing bigger, that sudden burst of strength and energy also made him feel so much better. The twisted contrast began to crush his brain, making room for the presence that was now in control.

"Despite being the same, you are not like him. I can't take over you the same way I did with him. You need something else."

Teryx felt something around his neck, but when he reached for it, he found nothing. A similar sensation appeared around his maw as if something hard was keeping it close. Teryx looked at the window and found a clear reflection of him wearing a muzzle and a thick and heavy metal collar.

"His obedience is natural. You bend to no one. No one else but you. And you belong to me."

Japts appeared in the reflection. Naked and hard, the space cat put one paw over the dragon's head. He felt his way, and the unnatural strength forced him to move his head down. In Japts' hands appeared a chain that acted as a leash. Its thickness managed to surprise the feline, who took a moment to inspect it before pulling it to force Teryx to get up.

"These binds are a reflection of your strong, untamed nature. I must say they suit you perfectly."

As he spoke, Teryx saw a leather harness appearing under the rags that were his suit. A metal ring in the middle connected the X-shaped straps crossing his chest, with a third one pointing down and tied to a black cock ring holding his cock and balls. As soon as he saw it, Teryx felt constant waves of pleasure coming from the ring.

When Japts pulled the chain, his body moved against his will. His resistance was met with a stronger and unbearable dose of pleasure, leaving him no choice but to obey the commands the cat whispered straight into his mind. A living puppet, made for the sole purpose of pleasing an ancient, cosmic being. Teryx couldn't ignore his presence inside his head: a constant sensation of having someone behind him, like a boss inspecting his work and waiting for him to make a mistake. He felt that so many times in the past. He didn't expect to go through it again.

However, the aspect TERYX has adopted pushed those thoughts aside. He didn't notice the wandered dragon fell to his knees after he pushed him away, and he was still there laying motionless. It looked like a doll, with both arms flat on his sides and his maw pointing down.

For an instant, the pose scared him, but a moment later the body moved on its own. It stood up and faced its counterpart, but Teryx saw no light in his pupils, just two large black dots staring right at him. And while his movements remained "natural", Teryx couldn't ignore the feeling he was empty inside. And yet, after he began to take off those dirty clothes by Japts' silent order, he couldn't ignore either the beauty he had only seen reflected in a mirror.

As his fingers ran across the naked abs and pecs, a small chest in Teryx's mind got opened, freeing thoughts and fantasies spoken in secret by his ego. A self-admiration that became an attraction. A twisted desire to possess the only body that was out of his reach. It was shameful to even think about it, so the dragon kept that side locked and tried to satiate that lust by dominating those males that were similar to him--both physically and successfully. And now the chance to fulfill that embarrassing desire was right in front of him: a mindless drone of himself to use freely.

He never considered Japts was behind those thoughts. Of course the cat living inside him wouldn't whisper those ideas to him. It never occurred to Teryx Japts had ill intentions. The fantasy to fuck himself belonged to him and him alone, and Teryx moved forward to fulfill it without someone controlling him.

Jatps always found fascinating how quickly anyone's mind resistance crumbled after bringing up their biggest desire. Teryx's mind and soul were protected by a thick and imposing wall built after years of hard work and dedication, and it meant nothing now that he had full control over him. The dragon's actions were guided by the invisible hand of a feline that has lived for millions of years and still had the decency of giving his host an illusion of control. The first Teryx was submissive by nature; the second one was dominant. But in the end, both dragons were pets, meant to be controlled by him.

Teryx laid the mindless drone face up over the sturdy table, where he took a moment to admire again the uncanny beauty in those strong muscles and how it contrasted with his unquestionable submission. Even with his cock flaccid, the size of it was admirable and it made him drool. And now that the clothes were out of the way, Teryx had a direct dose of his delicious and strong musk, a perfect balance between the sweat and the pheromones calling for mating. The intoxicating scent acted like a rush of energy after he took a deep breath to fill his lungs with it.

He wasted no time. Teryx was leaking enough to use his own pre as a lubricant, and while he was dying to feel and taste each inch of that perfect body, his craving to fuck and fill his insides with his own seed was too strong to postpone it any longer. Holding the drone's legs against his chest, Teryx aligned his cock with the warm and hungry hole hidden under the large tail. The dragon allowed other males to fuck him in the past, males who later praised him for the best sex of their lives. He was about to discover why they enjoyed it so much. How could he resist such an offer?

Japts' delicate hands pushed Teryx's hips forward. His cock found no resistance as it invaded the drone's insides one inch at a time. With just the head in, Teryx felt on the verge of his climax and was invaded by a sudden wish to shove it all in. But his body refused to act, and instead kept pushing at a tortuous pace that prolonged an already maddening pleasure. When he tried to moan, the magic muzzle around his maw tightened more to keep him quiet. The harness did the same, and the cock ring began to vibrate. The stimulation became too intense for the dragon, who refused to believe such pleasure was even possible.

But it was. A gift from the cat that had possessed and played with many other hosts in the past and knew better than anyone how to provoke pleasure. He would bend the dragon's mind to his will and make another puppet out of him, one more to his never-ending collection. And the best way to do it was to take over his most secret fantasy.

When Teryx was balls deep inside "himself", Japts gave him back some control. The dragon immediately began to fuck the motionless body over the table, putting all his energy into each thrust. He didn't mind the people hearing what was happening in there. All he wanted was to fuck and breed and fuck himself again. Unable to moan, his throat vibrated by the deep growls he made, and black smoke came through his nostrils. His pupils took a red color to match the flames burning inside. Each muscle from his body tensed, and the sweat from the effort began to cover his soft scales. Possessed by an uncontrollable lust, the dragon ravaged the drone before him, his sight fixated on its empty expression.

He quickly lost all control over himself. Guided by a maddening lust, Teryx held the drone firmly to keep him in place after each brutal thrust. His body went through a second set of changes, growing a little more as he continued fucking his clone. However, the pain that he felt only enticed him to keep going. It was exhilarating, much better than the soreness that came after a long and intense session. It pushed Teryx into an almost feral state, erasing any principle and value from his mind.

"Yes... yes... give yourself to it. Embrace this joy I'm giving you."

Why was he fucking a clone of himself? What was he doing in that large room? And why everything felt so familiar yet unrecognizable? Things began to lose sense inside a mind fueled and guided by lust. His knowledge, memories, wishes, fantasies; everything was being absorbed by the cat possessing him. Each thrust pushed Teryx's consciousness into his own chest, where he would lie down and rest while Japts take control over everything else. Even his movements became slower the closer he was to becoming a drone. But if he could reach that sweet, sweet orgasm, it would all be worth it.

Little he knew the cock ring was meant to keep him edging. No matter how hard or for how long he fucked the drone, Teryx wouldn't reach his climax. The pleasure turned into desperation as he gathered all his energies to thrust harder and faster, sweating over the motionless drone that came hands-free without Teryx noticing it. No moans. No squirms. It simply came over his belly while he was trying his hardest to do the same.

"Bend the knee, my Pet. And you can experience the same joy."

Bend the knee. Something within him told him he wasn't the type of male that did that. Teryx clenched firmly to his pride and ego, and continued fighting a lost battle, unaware that his pitiful efforts were the nails sealing his own coffin. His thrusts became erratic once his body couldn't handle the pressure any longer. And the growls turned into whimpers as he tried to cross that bridge that separated him from his climax.

"No need to fight anymore. I will take control of everything for you. And in return, I will give you everything."

No more fighting. No more struggles. He could finally rest and enjoy the success that he gained. Teryx began to relax and embrace Jatps' presence, and he felt how the cat put on his body as if it was a suit made to measure. Immediately, the dragon's eyes went from red to blue, and his energies got renewed. The muzzle and the cock ring disappeared after Japts took control over him, and TERYX regained consciousness with a gentle boop on his nose.

Initially confused, the pleasure quickly overcame him and his moans stopped him from speaking. Japts looked straight at him, growling and drooling over his belly.

"Look at what you did, my adorable vessel," he spoke with a deep voice. "You bring me straight to him, as you promised. You are special after all. Well done."

The praise put a weak smile on TERYX's face, who tried to reach for his Master's face. But his finger stopped midway after Japts gave his final thrust and began to fill the dragon's insides with a massive load. The intense climax tensed Japts' new body and forced a roar that couldn't be heard outside the room, but felt by everyone on that floor. The cum quickly leaked out of TERYX's hole, rolling down Japts' legs and making a puddle around his paws. And Teryx felt all of it, already sealed in his own corner, wearing the collar and cock ring Japts made exclusively for him.

Anderson couldn't give credit to his eyes. His boss went back into his office completely naked and reeking of sex. With him came a stranger of similar complexion, his face and body covered by a black robe. For the first time since he began to work for him, the bear showed actual emotions. He stood baffled behind his desk, trying to picture not what his boss did, but how he dared to walk like that from the meeting room. It was clear more that one worked saw him, and the scandal from it would be impossible to evade.

When he snapped out of it, Anderson walked into the office and found Teryx looking at some documents over his desk. He was about to express his indignation for what he did, but as soon as he opened his maw, the words in his mind vanished and he was invaded by a strange calmness.

Teryx had his hand raised, and he lowered it once he looked up at the bear. "Anderson. I'm gonna need your help with a new suit. Any size should suffice for now, so don't worry about it."

"Yes, Master."

Master? Why did he call him like that? And why was he so relaxed after what the Master did? Anderson knew it was wrong, but he couldn't reply the way he wanted. He simply couldn't dare to confront the dragon before him.

"Good. And get something sexy for you too. I wanna fuck you right here after you return."

The bear swallowed. That comment alone was enough to make his cock get hard. He imagined himself laying on top of that desk, being fucked by that massive dragon that he called Master. The shame from that thought kept him from saying more, and all he did was nod in response.

But before the bear could walk out, Teryx stopped him with one final request. "Anderson... Tails or Head?"

The bear leaned his head in confusion, but he caught a glimpse of the coin his Master had on his hand.

"Uhm... Head."

Teryx threw the coin at him with a strong flip from his finger. Anderson tried to catch him, but it disappeared from his sight when the light it reflected hit him in the eye. He held both hands in the air, hoping that it land in any of them, only to see another hand catching it before it reached his face. It was the stranger than came with Teryx, another reptile reeking of sex. Only he saw the result, and when he spoke to Anderson, his uncanny similarity with Teryx's voice sent a shiver down his spine.

"Tell TredCom's representatives I wanna be part of their project. I know exactly what they to achieve it."

Anderson nodded and walked out of the office. When he turned to close the double set of doors, he saw the stranger without the cowl for a moment as he stood next to his Master. Something inside of him broke over the sudden thought of being in the middle of two Teryxes, making room in his mind for the sprout Japts put inside of it. Just like he did with everyone in the office