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Outside Cold, Warm Inside

by theonehowl

Megalop waited in the dark regions of Havahi, a weather worn country on the planet Acinder known for it's abundance in harsh and stormy conditions amongst a rocky formations usually too difficult to transverse on foot. With that, it also makes a great amount of minerals for the public travelers and miners through space. It was a sticky situation for Megalop, a wolf working with Justice Planetary Force, obvious by the wolf's JPF armor in gun metal gray and white suit underneath with the red JPF patch on the left arm. He held the com button high up on the cheek jut of his helmet. "Mall 98, do you read?" he asked. "Shit." He'd been trying to communicate with headquarters 98 for the past few hours and scorning the JPF budge. He really needed his own vehicle instead of car-pooling across the skies in Maria's flier.

Finally, he pressed the Recorder button to maybe send it by satellite and rout it through many ships across a few galaxies, then Earth's main station, and maybe, just maybe, they can find the time to port the message via giant sat-dish up to his headquarters.

"I have a Shourja under my protection. The local colony Dividers passed him off to me after discovering it sniffing around the edges of settlement." He turned and saw the lizard creature sitting in the snow. He was easy to see, his smooth, scaly body colored a very plain, light tan with dark diamonds running down the sides of its legs and arms, similarly found on a cobra's back. Megalop worried about this creature's fangs, and still he felt uneasy with the way its eyes, two intense yellow slits detailed with dark, tiny centers, creating a stern distraction when discerning its facial and cranial features. It was just a relief to muzzle the thing and keep it quiet. "This one has even picked up on our language. Strange for only discovering the creatures several days ago. And let it be noted, if I suspect anything from this creature and it is, after all, harmless; it's because my Notepad fell off my arm harness and froze instantly in the snow. I can't look up any more information about it, at this point. It's only been a week here, and I seem to have underestimated the weather conditions. I suggest a new, stronger model harness for the other JPF cadets.

"As for the creature. It came to me from no where. It started telling me it was hungry, and then I pulled my gun on it and tagged it with a stun dart. That was fortunate to have it at the ready. I would like the record to show I followed the recommendation in ordering the Stun Dart attachment for my rifle, and I'd gladly take that credit if I were, to say, be considered for a promotion after finding and capturing this creature."

Megalop coughed theatrically, cleared his throat. And deflated his ego.

"The creature apparently was... hungry... as he said, but it looked at me hungry, too. This makes me wonder if the initial contact with Shourja and general knowledge of their kind, that they are a cultivated society, not carnivores, causes me to question the scientist and their wisdom... Those eyes, they were glowing lightly... And in the dark, it was hard to focus on the facial features. I... never saw one before, not with eyes so golden and promising. The glow is, uhm, remarkably vivid. It, uh, really is hard to look away once you see their tangible yellow. The sun shine and warmth that you remember in daytime Spring. I... I can't begin to describe them, and when they... the yellow... it really... relaxes you, the way, the way they pull in and lose touch, f...fight, f-wh... wha... t? I..."

The wolf's mouth hung open, his eyes, difficult to see past the frosty glass, but his eyes were funneled, pulled straight into the unspeakable, unnatural void created by the Shourja's eyes. The officer made the mistake of remembering the eyes, the ones he successfully resisted before... or did he? Or did he merely catch a contagious entrapment upon the first look, the first contact with a species superior in power.

It was a long session of thirty minutes recording Megalop's long, low sleeping breath, where the precursor to his complete fall into the yellow slits was the crushing snow under caving knees. Thirty minutes passed and the wolf began speaking regularly, again.

"They had it wrong. The Shourja don't want to eat us. They are a peaceful creature. I've finally understood what this one always was trying to say." Megalop recorded himself as he succumbed to the urgings, the seductive callings for his movement. At first, it was hard getting up from the snow. His limbs responded poorly and even resisted. It reminded him when he slept over at a friend's, using the floor as a bed. He was sore up and down. Yet, the sore joints all reminded him of something great and wonderful that just happened. It was the discovery of a true sensation, an emotion and a pleasure in one potent burning fire, all provided by those guiding eyes. He was still starring deep in them, looking foolish with eyes so stupid and large. "We need to free ourselves to their thought. We think too aggressively. That's what they believe, that we fight too much. It's amazing. They are truly a pacifistic species. All they can dedicate themselves to, their lives and thoughts, to bringing us true peace."

Megalop stood over the creature, the reptilian with a lithe frame and a thick, tail lazily waving back and forth behind it. He released the muzzle clips and straps. The Shourja smiled, a cute line spreading on its long, somewhat curved muzzle's lips. The head trap fell to the side, in the snow.

"If we just open ourselves to their whims and ideas of pacifism, they shall surely pass on the true secret..."

The wolf waited in the snow, for what, he had no clue. The world suddenly just made sense to him. He had to stand there feeling the brilliance shine upon him. Then he heard the word, word of God, by simply detracting his old self from the old world, bring about a new inner self, a persona for peace. Megalop placed both thumbs on either ear of his helmet and clicked the releases. A soft sigh melted out the helm as freezing air swung inside, killing the comfortable warmth maintained by the suit's heating element. It bit the wolf, and he coughed in surprise. But when the hazy glass was gone, he found the eyes, just as he was about to doubt his decision in that sudden icy rush.

No, this was right, he thought as he took in the brilliance, the ceaseless shine and warmth, a golden epiphany in the shadowy darkness of Havahi.

"The secret is mine..." he softly said, exhilarated to find things no other being found in a lifetime, things his friends and family might ever speak of in heavy discussions. Nirvana. The helmet fell away, like the armor that soon followed, then all other clothing until the wolf stood naked with his dark gray fur and fresh, cut build from months of training. The wind blew at his pelt, and the eyes had no real physical effect to protect the wolf from those deadly cold conditions. "I will. I will be yours. You are absolutely right, Shourja." He sank back to his knees in the snow where the raptor-like being rose up on the back legs and slithered closer with a mixed walk of a snake and two-legged animal. Its body was thick, tail hanging behind like a heavy short stump which was why it slithered as well as walked. It had lips, the wolf noticed when it got close, thick and fat where its sex would be waiting.

The wolf finally submitted to the eternal will of the Shourja. He knew if it meant death, jumping off a ledge; he would choose that fate, and he had, at this point.

His eyes wandered down, something about the creature's look, a hunger and a certain smell, made a logical connection. That connection wasn't there before, but the Shourja made him realize so much in that small sum of time. His body shook, and it was now he just realized he was freezing. He sensed the warmth in contrast, waiting in front of his muzzle. The new logic showed him the way to keeping warm. Megalop pressed with a soft, sincere nuzzle with his nose against the puffy lips of the reptilian creature, sniffing to find exactly what he was about to take on. It was juicy and a little sweaty, but most of all, it was hot.

He dug into the slit, finding a cylindrical sex inside. It was a male after all, he thought while his eyes closed and labored his tongue on the insides of that slit. Sweet and sugary rich juices met his taste buds, and it was over with, the wolf burying his muzzle against the succulent lips and pouring out his passion, letting his mouth and tongue do his their praise for him. His nose snorted the rich scent of a true mate. The specious was unbelievable to him, so perfect. Their reproductive organs wielded rich aphrodisiac and succulent juices pleasing to the partner. He comprehended this as the act took hold and helped him loose track of the cold.

Megalop filled the slit with half his canine muzzle but discovered the Shourja's sex getting rigid and big. Was it just getting aroused? It felt big before, but the wolf watched in amazement as the appendage jutted out, fully. It was thick as his leg and long as his own arm... But most of all, unsuitable for his rear and nirvana couldn't fix that. Yet... if it...

But those eyes came upon the wolf and flashed, wishing for something else. He heard its voice, finally.

"You are cold," it said in a male's voice, and the wolf was even more bewildered by the very civilized and intellectual sound it made. It was unreal, impossible. "Tell me, are you cold?" It didn't make sense the way it spoke, but he couldn't deny a response to such a knowledgeably, strong voice. It reminded him of captains, trainers, and father figures throughout his life, experienced and important to listen to.

"Yes, I am. I... I'm going to freeze to d-death. But I c-c-can't put on those clothes. They remind of the w-world who made wars for greed and lux-sh-sh-ury. For affluence to d-discriminate against all the living creatures. We wronged you... you know?"

"I am fine. You need warmth. I have a better price for your warmth, something that you can have that will never compromise the True Peace."

"The True Peace... yes... what is it?"

"Bring yourself and seal yourself inside me. Take me as your cover and vessel. Combine your essence with mine. I can handle the cold. If you combine with me, so can you"

"Yes... I will. T-tell me how..."

"I will provide the opening. The door. If you see the door, you must walk through it, wolf. Understand?"

"Yes I will walk through your door to combine my essence with yours. The True Peace."

The Shourja reared back several steps and fell on to his front feet. The arms locked as it stood tall on all fours and began opening its mouth. The jaw popped and then hung loose, half a foot out of place, and leaving a tubular tongue whipping in the air. It was a horrible sight for a door.

The wolf slid a knee back in fear.

The Shourja didn't miss it, though. Its eyes flashed and blinded the wolf's resistance.

"Yes..." Megalop said mechanically, falling back in line. "The door. I apologize, Divine Essence."

The Shourja spoke more, the words perfect but its jaw dangling and unfit for the words, as they were unaffected and clear as ever.

"Combine. Come. Come through the door, little one."

"Thank you, Divine Essence. For choosing-"

"Enter, little one." The wolf shook all over, from cold and more, as his whole body was aflame by it's breath. Megalop crawled on all fours to that hanging, wet enclosure, nothing inside but a dark entrance for a pitch black throat, where who knows what waited for him. Yet, he made it to the front maw. The tongue, lithe but strong, swept the wolf up beneath the arms and helped him climb in. His paws reached and felt the wet, warm interior, finding peace of mind now upon discovering the heat and salvation the creature promised. He would not freeze in here... His arms reached in and tried to pull himself in, but he soon discovered it was not necessary. A great suction closed down on his wrists and threw him forward, the tongue moving and lifting up his calves and get gravity's help. In no time, he was facing the darkness, the pink slush passing by his vision like a instantaneous dream. He smelled the smoggy musk in the dark, greasy cavern. It was an acidic odor. His nose felt it waft in, right up into his brain, and consume the last of his senses. It was just a dream-roller coaster ride from there, on.

The Shourja's tongue had his ankles, now, wrapped in a strong vice. The creature, mouth fat and inflamed from the pair of wolf legs, rolled its eyes as it gorged itself and suck the taste like a sweet, candy pop. The wolf inside felt the suction and pressure. Megalop was moaning and melting in the chemical high of the odor and the gelatin-soft, jacuzzi-warm throat walls. His hard shaft was pulled in what could be known as the biggest blow job of any male's existence. It was the true, physical Nirvana.

And then Megalop dropped away, sliding free fall for half a second and then plopping face first into a small lake, a little reservoir that swallowed him up. He shivered in its cold temperature. Why was this so cold? The wolf struggled in the pitch black, sobered and desperate to find a loose opening. He was relieved to find one. It allowed him to have his head completely out and get air, surprising to find oxygen inside this creature, but his shoulders couldn't push past the exit. The wolf panicked some but breathed a little longer and lost himself again in the putrid pheromone miasma. His body relaxd in the chilly liquid, which began to have a warmth of its own, not quite like the outside comfortable heat, but the chill faltered off to a numb coolness and the tingle caused his whole body to be sensitive.

"Oh!" Megalop squeaked. Something squirmed from under his tail. Instinctively, the wolf's tail pulled and hid between his legs, but the alien root, what felt like a fleshy vein, moved to a different target. "Oh, wow." The wolf paused, and suddenly quivered. No cold ever made him shiver like that. "Oh, yess...!" He echoed from within the Shourja, showing a new enthusiasm for the pleasurable root covering his hard shaft.

Outside, in the cold, the Shourja lied on its back with a content pleasure. It's head and muzzle, locking back in place, returned to normal. The eyes looked off in the distance. Then, the creature took a deep breath. The next thing that came out was a long, wild whine into the rocky, shadow winter wonderland. The call flew out into the distance, searching for a female's ears, declaring that he was prepared and suitable for mating.

Between those raptor-like legs with the diamond patterns and a tail fat enough to hold a wolf, out jutted the true limits to what a Shourja's sex organ could grow. A long, thinly-pointed tip extended much like a tail but thick and holstering a bulbous knot at the base, deep enough to spread the slit's lips. The length almost matched the Shourja's midsection in size, but lesser than girth of its tail, just big enough to slide someone through. And when it told the wolf about the door, it never really lied. The door was warm inside, and it led to the true Nirvana it had once advertised with the sparkling brilliance of his slitted eyes.