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The Canine Underworld #2 Part of The Dream That Turned Real story series

Earlier...

"Gorn, are you-"

"No, i'm just observing..."

"Okay... Uh, i'm gonna sleep for awhile. Don't do anything to me while i'm asleep, or i will shred you till you can't regenerate."

"Yes, Sir."

With that, i fell into a fitful slumber that seemed to last a long time.

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Gornak told me that some dreams turned into nightmares down here. I was expecting it as i fell asleep, and it happened. My 'nightmare' consisted of the demons i fought and killed earlier, resurrected and ready to fight. i shifted into my Feral form, and found that the claws that Gorn gave me merged with my form, so now my claws were longer. I didn't like it, so i shifted back into my normal form, so i could use the claws.

"Iron Reaver Soul Stealer!" i shouted as i took them out in a single swipe, landing on one of them, making a crater in the ground. these things were almost never-ending. I kept killing them, the same ones over and over, and they kept respawning. Seeing that phrase 'Hell is repetition' was indeed true, i decided to run, and test my on-the-move skills, as pillars of dirt shot up into the sky, about as tall as telephone poles, my senses were higher than that, as i flawlessly anticipated where the next one would come up, and sucessfully dodged it, each one better as my senses were diamond-sharp - sharper than a red-hot blade through a block of cold steel.

I took a moment to reflect on how quick i was down here, when, in that moment, i broke my concentration only for a millionths' of a second, and was sent flying by a pillar jutting from below me. I stayed on it as best i could, when i had the idea of having a set of wings, dismissed by the thought of how i would look with them. Even with them closed, they would be cumbersome, and if i were to go back to the mortal realm, those wings would be useless.

...Unfortunately, given the scenario i was in, i changed my mind, and willed myself to add wings to my current setup. Oh, man, it hurt, but i took it like Gorn took that slashing i gave him, as bone erupted out of my skin and fanned out, my skin reforming to cover the wings. In about twenty seconds, i had a fully formed, working set of wings, along with the knowledge on how to use them. I thought about flapping them a couple times, they flapped with my thoughts. Extending them out, each of them was half of my height, so, stretched out, the wingspan was almost eaqual to my height.

Going into my Feral form, however, they did change my apperance, as i looked almost like a griffon... With a wolf's head.

These demons were smarter than i had predicted, as i looked at the pillars around me, they were on adjecent pillars near mine, ready to jump on me.

In a combo, i crouched, then jumped into the air, flapping my wings somewhat uncontrollably at first, but then leveled out and stabilized. I tried flying toward another pillar, with sucess, landing perfectly in the middle of it. By now, i've known not to waste my energy here, and not to eat too many demons, lest i lose my sanity to those things.

Flying from pillar to pillar, landing on each one before going to the next, it felt normal now, i didn't even need to think about it, but i still had to concentrate on the symmetry of my wings, making them go in unison, and how to control my speed when using them.

As i started to fly longer distances, i looked down briefly, seeing all the demons i fought jumping from pillar to pillar, chasing me around for an indeterminable time.

"Jeez, these guys never stop for anything." i said to myself. I then thought about doing a bit of self-training, focusing on arial-based combat.

I spun around into a reverse cobra and stopped in the air, hovering.

"Let's see now... What should i do first?"

I've seen various moves played in my head, as well as variations of certain moves. I started feeling weak, and landed on the nearest pillar.

Retracting my wings, i changed back to my normal werewolf form, and watched the demons that were still chasing after me, idling on another pillar about a half a football field away from mine. I sat down, legs crossed indian style, and stared at one of them. I thought about Exile for a moment, rather his powers, for some reason. I thought about his laser vision, and kept staring at the same demon, as my vision grew red. In a second, i head-shotted the demon using a variant of Exile's power.

"Whoa, damn!" i said, my vision returning to normal. The other two (there were three of them) started coming after me again, so i teleported to the fallen demon and waited for the other two to double back and follow me. As soon as they reached the pillar of dirt i was on, i shot straight up into the air and hovered as i lasered them down.

"Man, i am lovin' this! Me encanta!" i shouted as i landed, shifting to my feral form to eat. As i ate the demon's meat, i thought, if i turn into one of these things, what would i do then? I dismissed the thought in the classic 'it's not gonna happen to me' attitude, as i finished my meal, if it could be called that. Wiping my tongue across my lips, i was wondering if i would wake up from this one. I jumped off the platform and, noticing my internal compass was working, flew in the direction of Gornak's house.

I landed a foot from the door, neatened up my wings, and knocked on the door. After a second the door opened, and the huge minotaur was in the doorway, looking at me.

"Mike?"

"Gorn? Tell me i'm still dreaming, and wake me up."

"Unfortunately, you're not. You actually teleported out as you dozed off, somehow." Gorn explained as i came in.

"For reals?"

"For real."

"So, i'm still awake, i'm not sleeping, and all this is real?"

"Afraid so, Mike."

"Theah you are! Where were you? Last i remember, you appeared out of thin air, right before i passed out." Dan said, coming over.

"I laid down on Gorn, and fell asleep, then i was outside somehow, killing those demons we were fighting, for the second time in a row."

"And wheah'd you get those wings from?"

"Just thought about havin'em, then they popped out and i was able to use'em right off the bat." i said, stretching them out a bit, flapping them a few times.

"Now you remind me of Rokar with those things." Dan said.

"Do i?"

We then conversed about the timeline of what just happened, about my wings, and abilities, especially my heat-beams.

"So, now i got all these new powers, i feel like i'm in a role-playing game where it's like, with each level up, my powers get stronger, and i get more of them." i said.

"Somethin' close, i reckon." Dan said. "But you know the Spider-Man motto, don't you?"

"Power comes with the responsibity of using it. I've seen that movie, but the third one's better."

"Yeah. Now you've mentioned it, i'm kinda missing the bar already. I'd be missing my sweet foxie, but he's the reason i'm down here, so..."

"Same here between Ryan and me."

"At least we got each other here."

"True."

Gornak sighed. "Should we go see the sights? Pick some more fights, knock out a demon's lights? Fall from great heights, and splatter ourselves on the ground? Or each other's butts can we finally pound, like a bunch of horny hounds?"

I was speechless for a bit, before commenting on his 'way with words'.

"Man, i don't know. I am feeling as horny as a country boy right now, but thanks to someone's comment, i'm not interested in sex, at least for the time bein'." Dan said.

"Wow. I heard from Ryan that you were all over him when i was out cold. Now you're down here, feelin' the same way, and i turned you off with that comment alone?"

"Well, when i get sex-starved, i go kind of insane, and i'll do just about anything to get my rocks off."

Gornak was sitting between us, eyes closed as if taking a light snooze, his hands behind his head, legs spread open so as to show off his package.

The tip of his sheath twitched like an invitation to see just what this monster was packing. Dan and i were curious, wondering if we should do what the big minotaur was trying to get us to do. We decided to have a contest to see who would resist the longest. I knew i would win, as i was as patient as a Retriever when i needed to be. Dan, on the other paw, told me his not-so secret, so i figured he would lose if he really was aching for release.

I laid back on the sofa, copying Gornak's pose, but my legs weren't spread as wide. Dan draped his arms across the back and armrest on the sofa, eyeing the minotaur's junk for the longest time...

I found that my wings were gone, they dissolved back into my body, as a permanent tattoo on my back that wouldn't be seen under my fur, so when i needed them, they reformed and off i went.

The musk coming from Gorn's crotch was assaulting both our senses, trying to lure us toward him. I knew about the power of thier musk: One whiff, and in less than a second, you'd be all over him, becoming a slave to the smell, wanting nothing but the minotaur inviting you to his loins, dying for a taste, just one lick of his sweet, salty testicles...

My eyes snapped open, with an extremely creeped out look on my face as i ran that thought over, sweating hard enough to mat my fur down, showing off my muscles, the sweat making my fur glisten in the dim lighting. My tailhole was slickened by my oily sweat, as well as my own sheath, but still i resisted. I was thinking about going out for some air, when Dan told me that if i left the couch, it was an automatic forfeit.

And so i sat there, watching Dan stare at the bull-man's crotch, when a super-small bead of pre made it's way out into the open for both of us to see, the scent coming from it... arousing and intoxicating at the same time. As a werewolf, i was resistant to pretty much anything. But Gornak seemed to beat that to a pulp, as the bead grew in size, eventually breaking the surface tension, as it flowed down his sheath.

'Oh, man...' i thought, wanting a taste already, but i kept resisting, as was Dan.

We were silent, resisting for at least a half an hour, when the big minotaur opened his eye and looked at us. He softly chuckled.

"Curious?"

"Er...." we both said.

"You know you want some..." Gorn said, rolling a ball around with his fingers. "Mike."

"Uh- Er- Dan and i are trying to see who could resist you the longest?" i said.

Gorn smiled. "I've been down here for quite awhile, living all by myself, all alone. I'm quite pent up, so, if you want it, there's way more than enough for the three of us."

I looked at Dan. "Dare we?"

We looked at each other, subconciously leaning toward the minotaur's musky crotch, as his cock came out of hiding to greet us, as he positioned it in between me and the dingo, as it rubbed against our chins, pushing upwards, until the tip was at eye level.

We both eyed the piece of bullmeat in our faces, as Gorn watched us.

"How much longer can we hold out, do you think?" i said, never touching the cock we were both lusting after.

"I say it's a tie. You both are pretty amazing, especially Dan, in that you haven't attacked me yet. The contest has ended. You may resist no longer."

We still stared at each other, even with Gorn's dick in the way.

"Taste it." he said.

Dan and i licked the hard shaft at the same time, using only the tips of our tongues, finding the taste even better than the scent. Gornak groaned a little at the feel of our facial fur rubbing his cock, as the pre started flowing, almost by the gallon like Ryan, running down his length and all over the tips of our muzzles, getting in our open, drooling mouths, making us want even more, as we licked all over it, savoring his pre like it was the only thing that mattered to us.

"Now that i've gotten you guys loosened up, ungh-" Gorn said as we both suckled on one of his balls, tasting salty, juicy and musky.

"You were sayin'?" Dan asked.

"You'll have to cease your pleasuring me, both of you, so that i can rest my juices until i figure out the best place to do this in."

We both pulled away and licked each other clean. "You wouldn't happen to have some sort of trough in the back, would you?" i asked.

"Uh- Actually, as a matter of fact, i do. Come, but, you know what i mean. Out back."

We followed him through the hallway and out the door that led to the backyard, which was actually a closed environment, like an addition to the house, as big as a large barn that ranchers keep cattle in.

"Well, this is the backyard area." he said. With our backs to the house, to our right was a shed that he kept various sex toys in, next to it was

another shed, larger and a different color, that housed his BDSM equipment. The rest of the place was his play area, with various large equipment scattered around the place.

"O...kay. Er, unfortunately, Gorn, you turned us off, so we won't be ready for awhile." Dan said.

"Aw, crap. That's okay, i've lost the mood as well, so..."

"...So, now what?" i asked.

Dan then snapped his fingers. "I know, how about you demonstrate your new capabilities to us?"

I yawned. Not exactly a good sign. "I could, but the foreplay kinda... Y'know, with the licking and all..."

"And what is that supposed to mean? C'mon, you Werewolves are supposed to have boundless energy, unmatched strength, enhanced senses. Unless you're the runt of the litter! The weak one!" Dan said, insulting me into a rage.

I snapped at him, swiftly flashing into my feral form, and tackling the lolly-minded dingo, pinning him under me. Even in his buffed out form, he could not get me off of him, as i growled and snarled in his face, scaring him right the fuck out.

"Gorn, aren't you gonna do anything?" Dan weakly cried out.

"Hey, not my problem, you're the one who insulted him. In other words.. You started it."

"Fuggin' traiter!" Dan shouted. Just then i felt all those demons i ate come back up. My cheeks puffed out as i closed my mouth. I tried to flash the dingo an evil grin, managing only a half-smile.

"Oh, shit, don't you do it, Mike. Mike?"

I gagged and hacked, until all that demon chow came surging up and out, as i projectile-vomited all over the helpless dingo's head, splattering all over us real good until it stopped. Feeling weak again, i laid on the dingo, squishing the sticky hot mush between us, mashing it in our fur, and closed my eyes. This time, i didn't fall asleep, just rested a bit, relishing the feel of my puke on my fur, the bitter aftertaste of it lingering in my mouth.

Dan sputtered and spat out what remains he got in his mouth. "Egh, Moike, get off me, mate. You're crushing me 'ere!"

I simply paid no attention to it, rather putting one of my paws on his muzzle, shutting him up.

'Man, i'm gonna turn into a friggin' flapjack if he stays on me any longer!' Dan thought, unable to Buff-out again because of my massive weight, at twelve hundred pounds of solidly built werewolf.

I decided that i was on him long enough, and rolled off of him, standing back up, shaking off the crap on me, flinging it everywhere, aiming mostly for Dan, as my fur poodled out like Ryan's did. Luckily my wings took care of it, just a couple of flaps straightened my fur out, and i was back to normal again.

"Man, i really want to sleep, but it's like a stickshift that keeps slipping out of gear. And that was the first time i tried sleeping down here."

"Mm-hmm, you teleported out after you fell asleep. You were outside doing who-knows-what."

"I told you what i was doing out there, didn't i?"

"Yes, you did. Uhm, you two should clean up before going through the house. I believe you know what you have to do."

"Does that mean-"

"We gotta R. Kelly each other?" Dan finished.

How in the did he know about R. Kelly, and what he did to that white chick?

"Since there is no water here..." Gorn said as i looked up, seeing a hole in the roof big enough for Dan and i to fit through.

"You know what, i think i'd rather roll around in demon blood than do that." i said.

"Oh.. kay." Dan said.

"Think i can lift you up and out of that hole in the roof, Dan?"

"Kinda scareda heights, mate, but i'll try it."

He held on tight as i shifted to feral, unfolding my wings, and with a gust of wind blasting down like a helicopter, we were... up, and away, as that cheesy over-used pun goes.

Dan freaked out a bit as the ground left him. We flew above the roof, i landed on it, letting the frightened dingo catch his breath and calm down.

"Oh.. huhh.. Ya gotta work on your technique, mate..."

"Wanna ride on my back?"

"Just don't do anything stupid, like fly upside down while i'm on ya. Had a bad experience with Rokar one time. I fell off and ate it pretty bad, all because he wanted to 'show me a few tricks'."

"Okay, i'll be careful. Seriously, i will, i'll fly low to the ground until you get your confidence back."

"Thanks, Mike. You're not too shabby, mate."

"De nada."

I shifted to Feral and let Dan climb up on me.

"Ready?"

"As i'll ever be."

With a couple flaps, we were airbourne, staying true to my word, i glided until i was close to the ground, then maintained my altitude, adjusting when i felt it was necessary to.

"Woah, feels like i'm ridin' my bike! Think you can go faster?"

"I'll try. Might even try a few things." i joked.

Dan popped me on the head. "Don't even think about it."

"Have you no sense of humor? Can you not tell when someone is joking?"

"Sorry. Uh, forget i said anything, then."

As we continued our flight, i gained a bit of altitude until Dan noticed we weren't near the ground.

"Oh, my- we're doin' it! I'm doin' it! Whee!" Dan exclaimed.

"Glad you're 'Lycan' it! Get it, liking, Lycan?"

"You gotta work on that."

"Yeah, i know."

As we flew higher, i saw the pillars under me where i was fighting off the demons. Dan seemed to take notice of where i was looking and had me land on one of them. As soon as i put my full weight on it, the rock started to crumble, and the pillar went crashing down. My reaction time as a werewolf was a lot faster, as soon as i felt the piller give out, i instinctively got my wings going fast enough to hover there.

"So, you were over here the entire time i was out?"

"Yeah, right before i got my heat vision."

"Care to show me?"

"Sure."

I landed on another pillar that felt stronger, closing my wings as Dan hopped off. He almost fell off the edge as that part gave out, but i caught him by the wrist in a crushing grip, pulling him close.

"Aw, you do care." Dan murred. "Now, about my wrist?"

I released him, and wrapped my arm around him as he rubbed his wrist.

"I must've gotten stronger, sorry."

"Well, you're lucky to have that kinda strength. Startin' to remind me of your mate, who's name i won't say..."

"At least he enjoyed hanging with me while i was alive." i said as we sat on the pillar, Dan leaning back, supporting himself with his arms.

"Yeah, he was real protective of you when i showed up. I can still remember the little 'misunderstanding' we had." he said.

"Mm-hmm, i'm not a big fan of arguements. Makes me go insane if it gets real loud. My fight-or-flight doesn't know what to do sometimes."

"Just out of curiousity, how did you and Ryan meet up? You don't hafta tell me if you don't want to." Dan replied after a few long seconds.

"Well, i was walking through the forest, pretty far from my house, when i heard music coming from somewhere. I followed it until i saw a clearing in the woods. In that clearing was your bar, and i saw a couple of rabbits exiting the front door, commenting on the music. I was thinking about checking it out, when i heard something coming up from behind. Ducking in the bushes, i peeked out to see what it was. And it was the werewolf of my dreams, as he entered the bar. I tried following him in, but a camel blocked me. We exchanged a few choice comments, then he pinned me to the wall.

The werewolf came out and told the camel to release me, that i was with him. He got me in, and he showed off his voice on the stage. His name was...

Ryan DuBon. After his performance, we headed to his place, he entertained me with his dancing skills. then we went into the backyard to, in your terms, do the nasty. After we sealed the deal, the camel and your mate showed up unexpectedly. Ryan chatted with the fox, the camel apologised to me for his misconduct, then you showed up blasting Men at Work."

"That was beautiful, Mike. Best story i was ever told." Dan said, his head in my lap, his eyes tearing up before he yawned. I yawned with him, as 'Yawning is contagious'.

"I think it's time for your nap. You look sleepy." i said.

"Aw, i don't wanna take a nap, daddie!"

We shared a laugh about it, then took Dan back to Gorn's place. I flew low enough that my tail was touching the ground, as i made motorcycle noises for Dan.

We arrived in a reletively short time, and went in the house.

"Gorn? We're home, buddy!" Dan called out. No response.

"Where'd he run off to?" he asked.

"Keeping himself busy, i guess?" i suggested.

"Ah, well. Never mind. He's been here longer than us, he can take care of himself. I'm gonna kick back, grab a few Z's." Dan replied, laying on the sofa with his hat on his face, reminding me of Crocodile Dundee.

Sighing, i decided to check out the rest of the place. finding nothing interesting, other than a bed made out of a pile of bones, covered by a blanket made out of the demons' fur.

'Ew, nasty... But, i guess, use what you got.'

Finding nothing else, i went back by the sofa, curling up on the rug in front of it, being made of the same materials, and promptly went to actual sleep this time. No teleporting tricks this time.

I snored happily as i slept, dreaming of my ex-lover, sprouting a boner as i thought of him.

_"I will always love you, no matter what comes between us. I promise you." _