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Day 20 - Paws

"Twisted Wishes"

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Teryx

No one paid attention when the bell rang. Everyone was busy with their own businesses. Students finishing their papers; office workers taking a break, teenagers sharing the latest gossip; no one cared that much about the red hyena that had walked in. His attire was nothing spectacular: khaki trousers held up by black suspenders on top of a dusty white shirt. The clothes covered most of the fur, tangled after a couple of days without taking a shower; the deodorant barely covered the scent, which got some noses to wrinkle but nothing more.

It was his attitude that caught the barista off guard. Too sketchy. That's how he would describe it to his coworkers. A sketchy and stinky hyena. He recognized the gestures from the junkies he had dealt with. Trembling hands, nervously looking behind his back, hunched posture. He was ready to watch him pull a knife and ask for money. Instead, he took his espresso and went to the lonely table in the corner.

Sparx stirred his beverage, slowly disconnecting from the world around him while the gemstone in his backpack spread its influence to him. The voices from the busy cafe succumbed to the screams of his team, cursed despite not being them who took the gem from the pedestal.

The spoon clacked against the white cup hard enough to catch the attention of a couple close to him, who quickly pretended the hyena wasn't there. No one cared about the stranger sitting in the corner, unknowing of the cursed treasure hidden in his backpack.

Sparx felt the urge to pull it out. There, in the middle of that crowded cafe. He took it out of his backpack and stared at it. A completely black crystal, slightly bigger than a baseball. In his innocence, he used a red bandana to cover it up, as if that could somehow stop the evil influence he witnessed at the ruins.

His team. Sparx saw them all shriek and beg while he held the gemstone up in the air, captivated by twisted visions of fame and power. He left them to their luck, completely still like statues, while he escaped with his treasure. Why did he do that? He couldn't tell. It was the only thing he could think of. Whether they were safe or not he didn't know, for he had cut all contact with the rest of the expedition members working with him.

The scream. The agony in the faces. The fear in their eyes as their bodies froze. And then a sepulchral silence only broke by the sound of his paws leaving the temple. And he ran out with the gemstone in his hands, tempting him again with the visions of power, fortune, and fame.

The same visions tempted him at the cafe, calling him to raise the stone and summon its dark powers. Spread to curse around. Make them bow to you!

"Hello!"

The cheerful voice, so clear it sounded as if he had spoken next to his ear, snapped Sparx out of his trance. He looked at the blue dragon before him, wearing a loose tank top and sports pants. The white sweatband on his left wrist had absorbed more sweat than it was supposed to, and his leafy golden mane was all wet and stuck to his head.

"Do you mind if we share a table? All the others are taken and no one wants me to sit with them," the dragon explained himself. He looked mortified, probably over himself and the trembling legs that begged for some rest.

Sparx hid the gemstone in his hands. For some reason, the golden tone of the dragon's eyes imbued him with a bit of hope. There was a charm in his face, one that contrasted with his threatening appearance, as one might expect from a dragon of that size.

"S-s-sure, be my guest," he replied, acting against all odds.

"Oh, thank god!" He claimed, then fell over the chair so heavy it surprised Sparx it didn't break. "I wouldn't last another second. My paws are killing me."

The hyena shrugged while his companion took a sip of a colorful frappuccino, one of those that had a lot of whipped cream and sparkles on top. It left a tiny mustache on his lips.

Upon close inspection, what he believed to be scales was trimmed fur, so short it couldn't hide the muscular body, proper for someone doing exercise daily. Like a living painting, the dragon could lie down and let his fur represent the ocean and sky together, with even a brushstroke of white on the chin to act as clouds.

The horns on top of his head could very well act as a lethal weapon, which is why his relaxed and cheerful posture took Sparx by surprise. And even when he was all sweaty and tired, his bearing remained elegant. Unlike him, with his reddish fur all tangled and dirty, and his big ears stuck to the head in fear. There was not a single spark of threat on Sparx's green eyes, and instead, all that was there to find was fear.

The shame crushed the hyena, who in a desperate attempt to fix his appearance tried to comb his mane with his hand. The whitish locks of hair with brown ends usually had a finishing that made them look like feathers from a distance, but that afternoon they were messed up so badly that his fingers got stuck after the first brush.

"Is there a convention in town or something?" The dragon asked.

The peculiar question kept Sparx from looking down at the gemstone, which he could no longer hide back in his backpack, not without getting the dragon's attention.

"What?"

"Your outfit. You look like Indiana Jones, except you're missing the hat and jacket. He had a jacket, right?"

"Ah... n-no, I'm actually a-"

He stopped a bit too late. The last thing he wanted was for the dragon to start asking questions. Unfortunately, his hesitation led exactly to that, as his companion opened his eyes widely and leaned over the table.

"Wait, are you seriously an explorer? Like Indiana Jones?!"

"Not exactly? I'm an archeologist, yes, but it's nothing like you think."

He had no other choice but to answer. Sparx was too tired to run away and too scared to stop the dragon. Between the cursed gemstone and the cheerful dragon, the hyena felt trapped in the thin line dividing the night and the sunrise.

"Don't say that. I'm pretty sure it's super fun! Name's Teryx, by the way."

Teryx offered his hand. Sparx doubted, but something in the dragon's charisma forced him to shake it; it was contagious, hell, even cursed, like the gemstone. So he kept the crystal hidden with one hand to greet his companion, who, for some reason, had decided to sit there with him.

"Sparx...," he replied. His low tone managed to reach the dragon's ears, who leaned back on his chair. "And no, it's not that funny. You spent a lot of time looking for tiny bits of history, and you gotta do it carefully so as not to break anything."

"Shit, that still sounds way funnier than my life. From home to the office. From the office to home. And then I have to deal with my boyfriend. My jogging sessions are the only moment where I feel completely free," he paused to take another sip of his coffee, licking the whipped cream from his lips in an almost seductive manner. "Working on an excavation sounds cool as fuck. At least I'll be digging for something interesting, not a fucking expenses report from 2008."

There was boredom in his voice. While it was obvious Teryx didn't know what an excavation really meant, the dragon was serious about choosing anything above his current life. His presence in the middle of an ancient temple cleaning a vase with those big hands should have been funny if the circumstances were different; at that moment, it only sent Sparx back to that failed excavation.

The screams came back, and so did the promises of power. He felt the curse coming through his fingers, tempting the hyena to surrender to his darkest fantasies. Just lift it, and dominate them all.

"Have you found something interesting?"

Again, Teryx's voice pulled him back. It was a fight of good and evil. Hope against a curse. His cheerful smile carried sincere interest in it. He felt confident to share a bit of his adventures with him, if it was right to call them that. But the dragon showed sincere interest, and that helped Sparx to relax more and more. His worries vanished before the cheerful smile continued during the entire conversation, and for a moment, the hyena stopped suffering from the horrors he witnessed.

Under the table another kind of conversation took place. While Sparx talked, Teryx replied in silence by frotting his paws against the hyena's. A subtle, accidentally-looking bump at first. Then, a gentle rub. And, finding no opposition from the hyena, Teryx tried to reach something else. The long checkered tablecloth kept it safe from prying eye, yet it did not stop Sparx from blushing, who found a bit of comfort in his touch.

And that was his mistake. Was it really a mere coincidence that Teryx sat there or the gemstone pulled the strings of destiny to its favor? Sparx never knew the answer. What he knew, and he knew it too late, was that his hand had relaxed the grip, and the cursed gem was visible.

All it took was a simple touch from Teryx who, captivated by the hyena's speech and finding in him a lover worth cheating for, went to hold his hand. The caress that would give away his intentions was received by the black gemstone. And the curse spread to him like a disease, freezing his body immediately.

Sparx noticed a little too late. He moved the gemstone away, but the damage was already done. Teryx wasn't moving, and his face showed no expression. He was like a living doll.

"Nononononono-"

He put a hand against his temple and sobbed, reliving again the nightmare that was his discovery. The pain, the screams, the horror... and then, a sickening thought.

There was room for a person under the table. And since no one cared about the stinky hyena and his stinky companion, no one realized Sparx was gone. He sneaked under the table, where he found a delightful vision: a throbbing bulge trapped under the sports pants, and his beautiful paws that moments ago were the reason for his excitement.

Just a fluffy tail showed up from under the tablecloth, not visible from that angle. No one saw its excited wag. He knew how sick it was, to take advantage of the poor dragon while he was under the curse. But he couldn't stop himself. The gem he had carried with him had affected his mind in ways he couldn't explain, and Sparx succumbed to the twisted desires caused by the dragon's paws.

He gave Teryx's cock his well-deserved release, but it was not the focus of his attention. Instead, Sparx pressed both paws against his face and took a deep breath. Oh, the delicious smell: sweaty from running, but not too cheesy. It wasn't disgusting at all. It was perfect. Just the smell alone was enough to send shivers down his spine and make the blood pump down his cock. His own bulge grew in size under the khaki trousers and left a stain on the cloth in a matter of seconds while the hyena kept enjoying the balance of sweet and salty Teryx's paws had on them. What a lovely fragrance.

The dragon remained still, drooling over the table. While he couldn't move, his body did react to the stimulation. That's what Sparx noticed in the coat of pre already giving his cock a glimmering effect from the light sneaking through the tablecloth. He felt tempted to jump at it, to lick and suck his cock until he made him cum. But he was trapped by the scent of his paws, and the softness of those beans.

Sparx couldn't stop rubbing his face against them. How could a dragon that seemingly ran every day have beans so warm and soft? His weren't like that! He had rough beans in comparison. That kind of smoothness was almost orgasmic, a forbidden desire that would make even those who disliked paws beg the dragon for a taste of those beans!

And a taste is what he got. A single lick pushed him to the verge of climax. The taste. God, the taste. Sparx lay down and put both paws over his face. The gemstone he was still holding conferred him with control over the dragon, a mere puppet moved by the hyena's desires. And with a single thought, he forced him to rub them all over his face.

With his tongue out, Sparx tasted and smelled Teryx's paws and beans. He licked between the toes and sucked each one of them when he had a chance. He left the beans slobbery in seconds and made a mess on his face. And in the middle of his ecstasy, the gemstone messed with his weakened mind.

The fantasies and twisted desires flashed before his eyes. A sickening thought of control and abuse took over him, empowered by the pleasure licking Teryx's paws caused him. The hyena put no resistance to the dark influence messing with his mind. The same ideas he had been fighting since he found the gem, now became a part of him without any objection. He was too tired to resist, and the ecstasy of tasting those beautiful paws was all he needed to succumb and become the carrier of a devious curse.

The chattering from all the other clients, the music, the sounds of the street whenever someone came in or out of the cafe. Knowing that he was doing that in public made it so much better. It made Sparx feel more powerful and capable of doing anything he wanted. He clenched the gemstone to spread its influence beyond that table and kept everyone looking away from them, unknowingly spreading the curse to him even more.

The swirls appeared in his eyes, a mix of black and white that sucked away his morals and values. The gemstone wanted to corrupt Sparx the same way he had corrupted many others in the past, leaving the hyena a horny beast moved by his lowest instincts. And it was the taste of those beautiful paws that pushed the dragon down into that hole. Teryx might have been the one afflicted by the curse, but it was Sparx who succumbed to it and fell into a deep trance...

From which he escaped thanks to his own climax. Gnashing his fangs, the hyena came without warning. His trousers absorbed as much as the cloth could, but it wasn't enough to stop the cum from piercing through and making a mess over him. He fought the urge to moan while his body shook violently. Tears rolled down his cheeks from the shame of the most intense orgasm he had experienced: by licking the paws of a dragon under the table of a crowded cafe.

And that shame, along with the pleasure, is what made him drop the gemstone and escape from the trance.

Sparx lay there, exhausted and embarrassed. But also, he felt... good. He felt strangely good. He might have escaped from the trance, but the influence was still there. He held to the lingering pleasure and delighted himself with the concentrated smell of Teryx's paws mixed with his musk, all trapped under the table thanks to the tablecloth.

The people outside continued with their lives. Nothing had happened that required their attention, and Sparx liked it that way. He stared at Teryx's cock, still hard and throbbing, with a string of pre hanging from the tip. It was all he needed to know the dragon felt everything.

And that's when another twisted idea crossed his perverted little mind...