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(Sequel to Amarok, the Wolf God. Read that one first)

** ** In the end, the wolf god had not gone and conquered the nearest town. He had not devoured the souls of whole cities and forged an army of servants. He had never really broken the life he had had for the past millennia. All that had changed was his pet. Snoring softly, little Alexander slept comfortably in his fur-skin bedding, his leg twitching a little in doggy fashion. Yesterday had been a busy day of hunting and playing, and now he was tired, and Amarok was content to let his pet sleep. The little human who had become his, and was his, and was bound to him. Amarok watched as the little human slept, as he always did. Amarok did not need to sleep, of course. Sometimes he closed his eyes, but that was just to pass the endless nights. He had not done that since Alexander had come. He spent every night watching and staring at the little ball of humanity.

It was intriguing, how the little 'human' had changed in these past few months. At first, he was nothing but a weak ball of flesh, bound to Amarok's will and whims. But months spent basking in the presence of his god, and he had started to change, physically and mentally. Physically he had grown little ears, and a bushy tail. His thumbs had begun to shrink and his feet started to resemble paws, and he had grown little bits of fur over his genitals, his chest, his legs, as if he were wearing clothes. Day by day, he was becoming more lupine. Day by day, he was growing more... he was...

Amarok growled suddenly. He lifted his paw and then lowered it, intent to smother and squish the human, as he had done several times in their early relationship. But this time, he would not allow Alexander to return to shape. He would kill Alexander. He would squish the little insignificant creature, and the soul would go somewhere else, away from Amarok. And he would be alone. He would crush him and never revive him, leave him dead until the soul of the little creature was lost. But his paw remained three full feet above the human, hovering there, not even close enough to nudge the human from his sleep. Amarok had done this almost every night. His toes wiggled and flexed. Following the routine of his night, he moved the paw to the side of the human, and lowered his huge head down. Gently, he blew forward through his snout, bathing the human in warm fog.

Alexander shuddered, before sitting up and staring up at the massive snout before him. With a smile, he greeted his lord good morning, before standing up on his bent legs.

A low growl escaped Amarok's throat, before he walked forward. The human was treated to the vast underside of the wolf god, the enormity of his chest and belly, before Amarok finished walking, the human now under his inflating stomach. The great, tree trunk sized legs began to bend and twitch, as the wolf slowly sat down. A moment later, his groin was before the human, and the human was in a furry "cave" between the wolf's rear legs. "Do your duty," he said lowly, turning his head to the side and looking down at the little pet. His body was shaking slightly, and his toes flexed and nails gouged large holes in the stone cave ground.

Knowing his duty well, Alex moved forward into the furry cave. The first time he had been told to do this... he hadn't a clue. And he had been punished, viciously, by the wolf god. But now, these months passed, he had learned every inch of his wolf god's body. He started with the inner thigh. Using both hands, and his newly developed claws, he poked little holes into the fur. He stretched his nails forward, and worked into them, carefully, slowly. He felt the flexing, tense skin and the muscle, stronger than steel, beneath the warm, alluring fur. When his master gave a stifled growl, Alexander smiled, and began to slowly move more center.

The wolf growled gently, turning his head a little more and looking down at the human. How Alexander, so willingly, pressed up into his soft flesh. How Alexander stroked the inside of his sheath, his hands moved to the side and to his scrotum, how he stroked the largeness of his erection, which was gradually poking out of his sheath. The huge sheath, the sheath that he had stuffed the human inside and forced it to wiggle until the wolf was hard and the body popped. Amarok growled lowly, and closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasure, but his mind was heavy with thoughts. He was distracted, but no less excited, as his heart began to beat, and his huge belly began to suck in and inflate out. He always enjoyed this. He enjoyed everything about his little partner's affection and touch, but his mind was throbbing. He had ignored these lingering feelings for months, but today they were rushing into him.

Alex pressed his face into the warm flesh, inhaling deeply as he rubbed his lord's hefty sac. He could never get enough of the scent; it was like a drug for him. Using all his muscle, hooking his rear claws into the ground, he pressed forward. He hugged and squeezed, squeezing into the wolf's sex. He opened his mouth wide, and closed, nibbling and noming and licking at the musky fur. His own erection, now pressing out from between his legs, he grinded into the musky sac.

Amarok reached a hand for the human, then, just as before, he flexed his toes out and moved his paw down to the ground. He stood up slowly, the quick lift knocking the human onto his back, and Amarok waddled backwards. He lowered down onto his belly, and folded his paws underneath his head. His huge nostrils twitched, as he breathed. His semi-erect cock pressed up against the cold ground and his warm belly, making him feel...the ground was not as good as the human, but he couldn't enjoy it while his mind was pondering. "Human..." he growled lowly. He had taken to moving his lips when he talked, instead of just projecting his thoughts into the human's head. Why, he didn't know. But he did. "Alex," he said lowly. "What are your thoughts of me?"

"My thoughts, my lord?" he said, looking up at his god. He smiled. "I think you are my god Amarok, sir. You are my protector and master."

Amarok growled lowly. "But...why? Why do I protect you? You are nothing. You... you're nothing but a gnat, drinking some of my power, taking protection in my fur. Nothing but a bug. Nothing to me, to my eternity. Why are you still here?"

Truth be told, Alexander had grown used to his lord's... moods. He didn't mind. "I want to be here, my lord. I hope that you desire me as well. I hope that you desire my presence, and my service, for what I can-"

"Why!" Amarok roared. In an instant, he was on his feet. It was as if his massiveness could meld with the shadows, and suddenly allow him to rise to his full height. He glared down at the human, fangs shown, and eyes blazing like fire. "Why do you stay, whelp? Why? Why are you here?! Why do I keep you here? You have my power. Take it. Leave. Why do you stay?!"

Cowering slightly, not unused to his lord's rage but still terrified by his fits; he simply continued to answer his master. "Because I belong here, my lord, I want to be your pet." He said loud enough for his master to hear.

Amarok lifted a paw to smother the human. He lifted a paw to strike him down, and this time he would not allow him to revive. He would not allow the human to steal his power, drink his power, and steal his power. He would kill him... and yet the massiveness of the paw never came down. Amarok snarled loudly, and turned his back, Then laying on his belly, his tail occasionally thumping the ground (causing a stiff shudder to run through the entire cave), he folded his paws under his head in a very doggy fashion, and continued to ponder why he had allowed this human to steal his power, to use it, to live off him, for almost a year now. So long. A year. Why...

One might think that, given the eternity of time, a year would seem like nothing to an eternal being. But Amarok kept track of every passing hour and minute. Every set of the sun and rise of the moon. He paid attention to everything.

Alexander sat on the ground, catching his breath. It had been... a long time since Amarok had been that angry, enough to lift his paw like that. Amarok was... to be honest, Amarok was most often quite gentle. It had been perhaps three months since Alexander's last death, but that had been an accident. Amarok, in the depth of his passion as Alexander pleasured him, had not realized how tightly he had been squeezing the human against his cock, until jelly spread over his glans. And, to Alexander's great surprise, Amarok revived him in an instant. Amarok stopped his games, stopped his climax, and immediately brought Alexander back to this world. And then begged his forgiveness. Amarok sobbed and wept and begged his forgiveness, which of course was granted in no less than a heartbeat, but it did not stop Amarok's sobbing for some time. For the next week, the nearest towns were plagued with sobbing wails that seemed endless, and the lowest temperatures recorded in the country.

Alexander approached, taking care of the massive tail. He would reach Amarok's head, and stroke his ear and his cheek, lick him, kiss him, assure him it was alright. That always worked. He was accustomed to Amarok's moods. And he knew how to make Amarok feel better.

"Still throwing tantrums, just like when you were a pup, are you Amy?"

The cave's entrance was suddenly filled by, what was easiest described as a fiery lion. This lion was on the same scale as Amarok, if one were to hold the two gods together, one might notice the lion was slightly larger, with a fuller, thicker build. The lioness was clearly a god. Of course that was clear to any who saw her. And the gender, even without seeing the lack of presence between her legs, it was...it was somehow clear, as it was upon looking to Amarok. To see her, was to know you were in the presence of a goddess. Brimming with power, and with fire. With heat enough, that the air around her shimmered. This heat seemed at war with the coldness that radiated off of Amarok's body. There was in fact a line drawn in the cave, where ice met heat, and melted and froze in equilibrium. The lioness sauntered into the cave deeper, and then sat down. She was beautiful... Alexander found himself staring, his shameless erection still stiff between his legs and poking out of the pubic fur. Amarok has handsome, in a feral sort of way. He was brimming with strength and power. But this lioness was beautiful. Her fur was a soft, glowing, creamy sort of color that mingled perfectly with the fiery aura that surrounded her. Her build was distinctly feminine and feline, with a dainty body compared to Amarok's more hulking shape.

Alex was now between the two massive beings: at his front, the thumping, crushing tail of the ornery wolf. And at his back, the massive belly of the fiery lion, who was sitting, as if exposing herself.

Whimpering a little, the servant crept away from the stranger, nearer his familiar god. "Sir...?"

Amarok did, perhaps the strangest thing he could ever do. He rose to his feet, and with deft grace turned around to face the newcomer. He sat, as he had before, exposing his underside. And then, he lowered one of his forepaws in front of the human, in effect "shielding" the human from the newcomer. A low growl escaped his lips, as he stared. The lioness paid little attention to the wolf god's growls, and lowered down slowly, eyeing the human that was peeking around the thick arm of the wolf. "Hello there little one. I'm Bastet. What's your name?"

Alexander said nothing.

Amarok growled lowly, and looked down to Alexander. He blew warm breath over the little pup. "Don't be rude, Alexander. Introduce yourself to my sister."

Alexander swallowed. As near as he could tell, that was an order... somewhat... so he crept out from behind his lord's arm and looked up at the lioness. "M-my name is Alexander, ma'am..."

"For all the years I have graced this earth with my presence...Amarok...you've actually taken a follower. And what a follower at that." The pink tongue of the feline licked over her lips. The saliva that was left on the red lips quickly dried up, forming steam then dissipating into the air. "I have to admit, I'm a little insulted that you didn't tell me this."

"You're not a little anything," Amarok growled. He looked down to Alexander, how he was standing, and slowly took a quick scoot forward. Now, Amarok's rear foot rested just beside Alexander. And he was safe a little farther back in the "cave" of Amarok's body. Alexander backed up into the warm, assuring fur of his god, practically clinging to his groin. Amarok had removed the personal organ from his crotch, so there was nothing distracting for Alexander. Only the warmth of his lord's body.

"Really though, what made you take a human. I know how much you hate them, hate everything in fact. What changed?" The lioness lowered her head slightly, and blew warm breath through her nostrils. The warm air was carried forward, and embraced Alexander as much as Amarok's scent did. In fact, it seemed to fight Amarok's scent, embracing Alexander, in the warm, pleasant smell. "Little human...come here... I won't hurt you. No, don't look to Amy. Come here. Please. I would like to see you."

Alex stared right into the goddess' eyes, just staring. Slowly, very slowly, he wandered forward gently, the scent somehow pulling him forward.

Bastet was patient. She glared at Amarok, making sure that he was not going to interfere, but Amarok stood like a statue. A large, furry, growling statue, but a statue nonetheless. The air inside the cave was actually growing rather cold as his cold fury increased, but he made no movement. And soon enough, Bastet could reach her paw forward, pinching the human by the nape. She dragged him forward gently, lowering her head, and then giving him soft sniffs and a lick over his entire body. She leaned her head back, smiling, and her eyes burning in a pleasant flame. She cocked her head once, wondering about what was before her, and then licked her lips again. "You are quite interesting, little one. I can see why Amy chose you."

Alexander smiled up at her, his wolven features slowly shifting away back to his human form. Bastet looked to Amarok quickly, eyes glaring. "How could you not tell me about him, Amy? I swear. How could you not..." She looked down again, clearly excited about this newest catch. "May I take him for a while? Just a while. You would like to come with me, wouldn't you little human? Come with me for a little while. See what we can do... Yes, you would like that, wouldn't you? Ask Amy if he'll let you leave and come with me for a while."

Alexander's little mind was being racked. He looked over at Amarok, confused upon what to do, even what was happening. For the last year, he had grown used to allowing Amarok to control most of what he did, becoming used to not really thinking for himself as much, if ever. Now... well, he was caught between a rock and a soft, warm, sweet smelling place.

Frost had actually begun to form on Amarok's coat, giving an icy sheen to the darkness of his fur. But, glaring to Bastet, then to Alexander, then to Bastet again, he gave a soft, subtle nod. Bastet gave a happy purr, deep and warm and vibrating through the entire cave, almost combating the coldness of Amarok's mood. She lowered her head fully, and looked to the little human. "Little creature, how would you like to travel? I can assure you, you won't be cold."

He turned, looking up at her with a smile. "If my lord will permit it."

"Go Alexander," Amarok said with a cold growl. "Go...be back before next sunrise though."

"Yes my lord!" he said like a child who was allowed to go out and play, looking up at the giant lioness.

The smile on Bastet's lips was wide and hungry, and though her mind raced with all the things she would enjoy, a little voice told her, "not yet." Especially if Amarok was still glaring those ice daggers at her. Instead, she lowered a paw gently, and took hold of the little human. She did not worry about popping him, she was sure that he would be fine. And, lifting him up, she placed him onto her crown, between her ears. There was warmth all around him now, as the warmth radiated off her fur. Then, happily, she turned, showing her tail to Amarok, and padding out of the cave happily. The air around her cooled. The snow beneath her paws melted with each step. She bounced along happily, thinking of all she could do with her new little toy.

Bastet was right. Alexander wasn't cold. Not in the slightest, even though he was presently lacking both much fur and any clothing. He lay down on his chest, embracing her crown and breathing softly, carefully, closing his eyes. The feeling of his body on her fur was different than that of Amarok's. It was...gentler somehow, and very, very warm. Like hugging the sun baked sands of a beach, which Amarok's was strong and safe. He hugged into this fur, while with Amarok's, he hid, feeling cozy and safe.

Bastet wanted to get as far away from the cave as she could, and given the enormous stride in her steps, it was not really a problem. She was quick in moving, in brushing the trees aside with her girth, leaving branches broken and the singed. "Now little one," she said aloud, still walking. "Tell me...about you. I love you little humans. And it's been so long since I met someone new, someone so...someone as interesting as you. How could you possibly have changed Amy like that? How...what is it about you?"

"He wanted to know that too, ma'am... All I know is that I belong by his side, to serve and aid him in any way I can."

A long giggle escaped the giant cat. She growled when she could not find a clearing in the trees (no doubt Amarok's doing). Instead, she took a deep breath. Then, exhaling, warm breath escaped her lips. The snow, upon being touched, began to smoke and burn, quickly melting and exposing the green grass underneath. Trees that were touched, burned like tissue paper, quickly dissolving into ash when she breathed again, stirring up a warm breeze. And, without many breaths, she soon had a nice clearing of warmth. A little bubble in Amarok's forest. She lowered her head, and then wiggled side to side, shaking the human off. She moved quickly, and circled the human in true feline fashion, before lying down. She showed off the vastness of her belly to the human. She stared. "Tell me more human. Tell me everything."

The beauty of the goddess before him... Alexander once more found himself staring. Everything about her, so relaxing, so perfectly shaped. Everything from her large, inviting tummy fur to the sharp features of her face, which was perfect in symmetry. But he had been asked a question, and shrugged. "What is there to say? I was born in Texas. Life was good until momma saw me with Julio down by the schoolyard. And, when daddy found out, he began to shout, and he beat me half to death with a belt." A soft chuckle escaped his lips. Then he moved on, and began to speak about his incarceration. He spoke about his attempts to die, wandering into the frozen wasteland. And then he came to meet Amarok, and how he had served him faithfully for these months. It was amazing how easy it was to talk, about something that had so long been a burden in his mind. How he could relax, and speak about it, even to this perfect stranger.

Bastet listened with interest. Her head was close and her ears forward. She hung on his every word, and stared at his every gesture. And when he was done, she said, "And Amy? Is he still the temperamental runt he has always been?"

"...My master has great wrath, but he's very just."

"Is that what you think now?" she purred, long and deeply. "And how many masters have you had, to judge him against?"

He stayed quiet. "I just know judgment, ma'am."

Bastet reached forward, and took hold of the little human. She shifted, however much, and came to rest on her back, her other three legs reaching high into the air. She set the human down on her center chest, so he was close to her face and she could bathe him in her warm breath. "You have some of his magic, I take it... Change your form. To something...I would like. Ugly little human. Be something beautiful."

"Uhm... I... I don't... It just happens ma'am. I can't... I can't control it..."

"Of course you can, little one. Just focus on what you want. You've spent so much time around Amy; you probably just took the form instinctually. Focus on me. Think about me, and how you would like to look like me. Think about how you would like to be with me, forever. How you would like to worship me, forever."

Alexander looked down, and nodded weakly. And, so, he closed his eyes, took a soft breath, and then tried to relax, and... well, imagine what he would look like as a cat-boy. A loud, rumbling purr escaped Bastet's enormous chest, as she watched him. She breathed on him again, and once more licked her lips. "My, you must be something special, for Amy the hoarder to give you...anything more than a quick death. This magic you have...what has he granted you? What can you do? I never gave any of my servants anything. They never complained though. But to give a human, even a sliver of our power. To grant...I can smell it. The eternity is inside you. To grant such a lowly morsel that... What is it about you...?" She reached a paw forward, and stroked gently down the human's back, as a master would a house cat. When she touched him, Alexander's eyes opened, and he looked down to his hands. He shivered slightly as the claw once more stroked him, and looked himself over, rather proud of his now orange fur, his thin tail. He reached up, and squeezed his now more rounded ears. He bent his back, meowing adorably as she stroked, his tail wrapping gently around her finger just a moment before it left him.

"What else can you do?" Bastet asked.

"I... uhm... I'm not sure ma'am. I didn't even know I could do this. I assume that it was my master's will for me to take a shape he would like. I... I'm not sure. I guess... I knew, I just... no one ever told me. And... Uhm... I haven't died yet. I assume it is my master's will, to revive me."

"Yes, he has shared a bit of his life force with you. If I were to kill you now, just this moment, he would feel a little tug at his heart. But don't worry. I would never hurt you, child. I would always keep you safe."

"Thank you ma'am, but my master keeps me quite safe."

Bastet smiled, and resumed stroking him. Her warm breath blew over him. Alexander was not sure how to feel. He did not like such intimacy from a creature other than his master, and yet, the warmth and scent was oddly alluring "Yes, I'm sure he has. I'm sure that Amy has crushed you, bitten you, devoured you, has he not? All those."

"M-my master has... his moods... ma'am."

"Yes. And yet he brings you back. Have you ever wondered about that child? Have you ever wondered how you, a pathetic gnat, can return to life?"

"... I simply figured he willed my soul back into this world, ma'am... He is a god. I assume that heaven does not control his desires."

"Ha...foolish child. No...He did not will your soul from anywhere." A grin spread across the lioness' features. "He ate it."

Alexander's expression bore a sickened grimace. "H-he... ate it?"

"Yes...all in one bite, I'm sure. He devoured your flesh, and blood, and bone. But then he took another step. He devoured your soul." She frowned, however slightly. "He took what made you...special, and gobbled it down like the glutton he is. He ate it, and now...you are his. You're his pet. You're his...you're the flea that lives in his fur, and fears his paw should ever descend. What a sickening display. I have never devoured the soul of my servants."

The little cat whimpered a little, looking disheartened. "I'm his servant..."

"Yes. And you can never seek anything more. You can never...ascend to whatever heaven the souls of you mice ascend to. You can never reach...whatever it is you go to. You're his. For all eternity. A part of him. Like his bones, like his fur. Like his teeth. You are nothing." The goddess paused a moment, pondering, then breathed an assuring breath over the little human's body. "He treats you poorly does he not?"

"He treats me as I deserve."

Once more, laughter emerged from the lioness' throat. "No, I have seen how you look to him. How you cringe at him. How he blocks you with his body. Even with your soul safe in his gut, he cannot bear the thought of another looking at you, stealing you with their eyes. No... He is a horrible master." She leaned down, and gave him a soft nuzzle with his nose. "Just say it...admit it... Tell me, what he does. How much he does. The horror he does."

He changed from a feline to a wolf. It was not a conscious choice. It simply happened. And though he did not notice, she growled softly. "No. He's not a bad master, ma'am. Forgive me for being so bold, but he treats me well."

The lioness growled, eyes twitching, and nose wrinkling, as she gazed down upon the brutish little wolf. But a soft sigh escaped her lips, and she resumed stroking. "Little one," she said softly. "He stole you...He took your soul, your essence, what gods and mortals share. And he ate it. And now he regurgitates you...so you can pleasure him. And now, you are so tormented by him...that you do not know up from down." She reached a paw forward, softly stroking him. "But...there is a way... a way you can be freed. A way I can free you."

Head held low, he slowly walked to the edge of her chest, and leapt off. He did not want to stand on her chest, but immediately turned back to face her, so not to seem rude. She rolled onto her side, curling slightly, and then facing, folding her paws under her head.

"Ma'am... I'm happy with my master. I know he is angry at times, but I do not care. He makes me happy. He lights fires by my side so I stay warm, he lets me sleep against his fur, he protects me, and he gives me purpose. I see no reason to be free of that."

Bastet sighed, and shook her head, and then blew a heavy breath over the little creature. "Little one... You are bound to him. Bound to his will, but I am sure that deep inside, there is a hint of self awareness." She stood up slowly, to her full enormous height, and then came forward to sit, so her crotch, and the flesh lips of her area, was just before the little creature. "I can help you...I can free you. Amarok, he is not a keen master. He has never had servants before. He does not know how to treat them. But I...I have had thousands of servants, and I cared for each as if they were my own child. You can be the newest. You can be something special. Your soul...your soul can no longer exist without an anchor, but I can be your anchor. I can be your god. Your savior. Your protector."

He stared at her body, his mind blurry as he continued to inhale her scent...

A paw slowly descended from the sky, and was placed against the little human's back. She smiled slightly, scooping him, and holding him. "Little one, take the form that I so prefer. Be something beautiful for me."

Unable to hear anything but commandments, his body changed, becoming a lion as he had been. "L-like this, ma'am..?"

A warm smile spread across lips of the great creature, and she nodded gently. Her hand shook a little, as she set him back down upon the earth. "Little one...perhaps you would...perhaps I should show you just what a goddess I can be. What you can do to me, to pleasure me, and how much better it will feel than with my brother. Yes, you would enjoy that, wouldn't you... to be with me, intimately. Wouldn't you?" She smiled wider. "You need only say yes.

Breathing faster, his eyes looking into hers, he just nodded gently, but immediately regretted it. He did not want to betray his lord. He did not... her scent was so strong now. It seemed to be growing stronger. He couldn't focus. He could barely breathe.

Bastet licked her lips. She stroked the little creature gently, and then slowly lowered to her side. On her side now, she lifted her outside legs, exposing the vastness of her genital area. Her pubic fur was thick and musky, and warm, even from the distance Alexander found himself at. But that was not for now. So she spread her legs a little more, and curled her tail around the little man. With remarkable dexterity, the tail wrapped around the human, and she rolled onto her back. She set him down carefully, closer to the base of her tail, before letting him go, so he plopped just before her cheeks. She lifted her legs higher, and stretched out her tail, and even in the darkness of night, the eager vent between her rump cheeks was clear as day to his vision.

He wandered closer. Here, the scent was overwhelming, alluring. He walked forward on her tail, which seemed like a sidewalk in width, before coming to one of her cheeks. He opened his arms, softly hugging her buttock. She was so warm... and the scent was so strong... A low giggle escaped the goddess, but it seemed like thunder. And when her body shook with mirth, he almost fell, but only clinging tight did he manage to keep his footing. "Go ahead...for me... Please. Enjoy yourself... and let me enjoy it."

Alexander squirmed happily, purring loudly as he moved towards her eager pucker. First he took care of her cheeks; licking and kissing, even gently pressing his whole body against them. They were surprisingly yielding, but not fat. He came closer to her pucker slowly, approaching it with reverence. She was loose, and it was so easy to stretch his arms in. He could just about crawl inside her, without any trouble...

Her body shook, however slightly, as she felt him exploring a little. She purred softly, lowering her legs, and tightening her cheeks around the little handful, before lifting them higher and freeing him up. She moved about, and then reached a paw between her legs and behind him. She gave him a few pushes, as she relaxed her body, opening it up to the little one. "H-have fun...please... I want you to enjoy this..."

He pressed his face to her star, licking softly. And stretching her open wide, he reached in. The vent sealed quickly, clamping gently around his middle. His legs, outside of her, kicked rather comically as he tried to get a footing. His arms stretched and pushed. His tongue licked at the inner walls, and he tried pushing and struggling to get a little deeper, but found he completely lacked leverage. Soon enough though, there was a dexterous claw under his tail that pushed him forward, gently.

The little toy felt rather good, but...not as good as he could have felt. Mostly because she was holding back. If she popped the toy, then Amarok would sense it, and she would have to explain what she was doing, and he wouldn't be very happy to know she was using his slave like this. Even though she was the older and stronger than he was, she was in his forest, his source of power, so a battle might not end how she hoped. Still...it felt good enough, his little kicking. His squirming, stroking her from within. Until a long purr vibrated out of her throat. She smiled, looking down, and pinched one of his ankles, just before he was sucked completely inside her eager warmth. Carefully pulling him away and out of her, she dangled her newest toy over her muzzle, smiling Cheshire. "Now, a proper woman is much better than that old mutt, isn't it? You want to be with me, forever. Don't you? Leave the mutt behind, and be with me, be mine. Forever."

Alexander blinked. He just stared at her, his mind high in the clouds and lost in her scent.

A slightly annoyed hiss escaped her throat, and she shook Alexander slightly. "Human... you need to say it. You need to denounce Amarok as your god, and take me. Now say you want to be mine...forever."

He blinked a few times, coming down from his high. "...Huh..?"

A low growl escaped the lioness, but she took a breath, and then exhaled heavily over the human. "Little one," she said gently, and placed him down into the thick fur on her belly. "Listen to me. Amarok is not a good master. He's a monster, in fact. A tyrant. But I...I can save you from him." She placed a paw on his back, and slowly brushed him over her belly fur. "I can save you, but you must denounce him. You must denounce Amarok, and proclaim me your goddess."

"...Why? I... I like my Amy."

A hiss escaped her again. "B-because...he has devoured your soul. As I told you. He devoured your essence. And the only way your soul can become mine, is if you proclaim me your god." She pinched him by the nape, and sat up, sitting carefully. It was not the easiest thing in the world, considering her quadruped body, but she managed to sit in a very doggy manner, and then placed Alexander down before her wide, fleshy lips. "You... you must come willingly. You... must come inside. I can't force you. You must... you must give me your soul. Now... say you will. You can trust me, little one." She placed a paw on his back, and gathered him up. She brought him to her lips, and flicked out her tongue, running it over the entirety of his body, in one clean motion. She took special attention at his groin, this time, using the warm brush of her tongue. "I am a kind goddess. I have raised thousands of children from dust. You need only proclaim me yours, and break Amarok's tyrannical hold."

"... But I love my Amy... I don't want to leave him."

Another heavy lick, this time coating Alexander in the warm saliva, that clung to him. "But does he love you? He abuses you. He is cruel to you. I...I can give you the love he doesn't. I can nurse you, and cuddle you, my little slave."

"No.... I... I want to be with him." He gritted his teeth, looking up to the goddess' looming muzzle. "I... want... Amarok. Not... you."

She lowered him carefully, until he was mere inches from the warm, hungry lips of her vagina. They pulsed slightly, eager for what was to come. "N-no...little human... You don't. You want to be with me. You need only proclaim me as your god, and you will be reborn...just say it...please little one. Please your goddess."

Alexander clenched his eyes closed, and as best he could, screamed, "N-nooo! I... want... Amarok..."

An icy chill ran across the clearing. Bastet turned to the source, and hissed under her breath. She looked to Alexander, who was still too close to her to notice the change. She turned, and without warning sat down on the poor little creature, careful that he should fall between her cheeks, so he wouldn't be crushed and alert Amarok of his death. "Hello brother," she said softly, now facing the wolf. "Out of your cave at last?"

"Where is Alexander?" the wolf snarled. "Where is Alexander...?" Amarok growled again, glaring at the feline, who shifted and finally stood. She took a few steps back, revealing the human, between the two huge indents that came from her buttocks. Amarok walked forward, and breathed softly over the little human, trying to perk him up. "What...what was happening here..." He glared down at Alexander. The scent of sex, of saliva, of his sister, was very strong. He growled loudly. "What?!" he roared, staring down at the human, and when the lioness came a step forward, he glared at her enough she backed away, whimpering softly. "Alexander, answer me...or so help me..."

"I..." he paused, mind spinning. "I..."

Amarok dropped one of his paws, smothering Alexander's legs, and with a moment's pressure, the leg was crushed to oblivion. Not cracked, or shattered. The enormous weight...a moment later, there was simply no leg. "What...happened," he growled lowly.

"Your slave does not like you," Bastet said, coming forward, growling. "He has denounced you, and proclaimed me his goddess."

That proclamation (not to mention the incredible pain going through his lower body) sparked something inside Alex's brain. It broke the trance of her scent, and he quickly returned to his wolven features. "Bullshit!"

The lioness snarled, and lifted a paw to crush the entirety of the little thing, but a heavy howl emerged from the wolf, and the lioness was thrown back from the force. Ice clung to her fur, which took several moments and deep breaths to burn and melt off. Amarok glared at her, and then leaned down. He breathed soft breath over the human, and the leg reformed. "Alexander...what happened."

The human ran to Amarok, embracing the giant leg eagerly. "She... wanted me... She wanted me to... denounce you and she... I don't understand but... I didn't. I swear, I didn't. I'm yours. I'm always yours. I promise. I swear.... I will never leave you. I promise. I'm so sorry. But I never gave up...And..."

The wolf god glared to the lioness, who was only now stumbling to her feet. She held her head low shamed, and said not a word. "Leave," he said lowly. "Leave, now."

Bastet sighed, and glared. "Fine..." she snapped.

"Fine!" Amarok snorted as she turned. "See you at mom's for Christmas!"

He watched as the lioness' hindquarters filled his vision, marking her leave. His forest would tell him when she was gone and out of his domain, but when he could no longer see her, he looked down to Alexander. A soft paw came behind his back, and he lifted him up, giving him a soft lick.

Alexander was still sobbing, as the tongue moved over him, and opened his arms to hug him softly. "She... she said... you ate my soul. Is that true?"

"Alexander..." He growled and hissed lowly. His muscles flexed. "I didn't eat your soul."

He looked up at his giant master. "Why did she say you did...?"

"Because she is a manipulative psycho bitch," he said softly. "She's childish. Because I have a new minion, and even though she has thousands of her own, she wants you. "A low growl escaped him."I did not eat your soul though. It's still very much yours."

"Then... how... What happened?"

Amarok sighed. He looked down to the little human. "To...to give you what you have. To make you survive...I gave you a sliver of my strength. Of my godly essence. Probably why Bastet wanted to convert you, so she wouldn't have to give up any of her own." He sighed gently. "You...you've been given...a part of me. A sliver of my strength. But your soul... it's still yours. It is only your body that has been changed." Amarok sighed softly, and nuzzled Alexander easily. "I don't know why," he admitted. "I don't know why I should...why I would..." He huffed softly, and lifted the human, placing him between his ears. Wordless, he headed back for his cave.

Alex lay on top of his head, occasionally rubbing his whole body against the fur in an attempt to get Bastet's scent off of himself. Inside the cave (which by now was much warmer than it had been) Amarok rolled his head and let the little human fall to the ground. Amarok lay on his side, and reached for the human, placing him on the thickness of his belly. At some point, Alexander's form had shifted further, and he now resembled a real wolf. Pressed into the thick belly fur, little whimpers and growls and moans escaped him. He... he felt like he deserved a punishment, but was not given one. Perhaps why he was a four legged beast now, an animal, instead of a man. But Amarok lifted his head, looking down at the little wolf. He reached forward, gathering him, and brought him under his chin, placing him there where he would feel safe. "It's alright," he said gently. "You resisted. You stayed true. And for that...I must say, you are a wonderful servant."

The little wolf panted, barking. Knowing Alex's thoughts, communication wasn't difficult. "It's an honor, my lord..!"

The wolf god yawned, and then closed his eyes. He reached forward, and brought the wolf closer, and gave him a very lupine sign of affection: a long lick up the entirety of the little wolf. "Sleep now, little one. Tomorrow...sleep now. Safe, with me. And we will see about tomorrow."

His tail wagging, the wolf scooted closer, their bodies pressed together affectionately..