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Paranoia.

It was the only way he could explain how he felt in just one word, but it didn't' feel enough to describe what was really going on. With a ragged sigh, the werewolf continued his trek through the woods. Soothing his head seemed like the only thing he could do to make this feeling go away, and a good walk in the moonlight seemed to be just the thing. His head had been throbbing for hours. This sometimes managed to occur the entire day or span over multiple days. With another sigh, Jazz continued to walk. The grass felt nice along his paw pads, as did the random breezes that crossed the area. Okay, this was beginning to work, he thought. Maybe just a bit more soothing and he could finally get some damn sleep for once.

If the throbs of pain weren't enough, he was losing sleep over this, the one thing he didn't want to happen. Sadly, it did. Every time he tried sleeping, something began forming in his mind that immediately woke him up. He couldn't tell what it was or how it looked. All he knew was that it felt eerily familiar, but he couldn't place his finger on it.

"Damnit..." he grumbled.

Tightening his fist, the canine focused. The darkness around him began to squirm and move, small tendrils beginning to erupt out of the ground slowly, a few of them curling around his body. Shadow manipulation, or whatever the hell it was, served as a neat trick on occasion. Offense, defense, whatever he needed, it provided. For the moment, he'd been using it as some odd form of entertainment. A few minutes had passed, the forest seemingly going rather silent. The werewolf crossed his arms, the tendrils still wrapped around his massive arms as he looked around. An expansive place full of creatures suddenly going silent was never a good sign. Ears flattened, he contemplated his choices.

Maybe he should get out of dodge?

He shook his head fervently. Nah, whatever was out there, he could handle perfectly by himself.

"Is that so?"

Jazz turned around in a panic. Where the hell did that voice come from? It sounded so close, yet so far away. The wolf's eyes looked around the vast expanse of the area for some form of life. Nothing but him existed in the area. He wasn't scared, but his weakened mental state put him on the edge. The dark tendrils snaked around his feet in some attempt to cover his ground. The seconds ticked by and nothing but silence greeted him. With a sigh, he relaxed and continued his walk.

Whap!

The werewolf had soon been thrown to the side, his bulky frame hitting a tree, leaving a rather large dent in the dense wood. His head wracked in pain (the blow really didn't do anything), the werewolf looked around for his assailant. How the hell did...whatever attacked him get so close!? A flurry of black tendrils shot out in random directions in some hopes that he would hit something. He hit nothing. Jazz's vision returned to find nothing but the darkness greeting him.

If he wasn't scared, he was pissed off. A deep snarl escaped his throat as he began to search for his attacker. "Where the hell are you..." he growled into the forest.

"You wanna see me? Fine, whatever. Not sure you're gonna like it, though." The voice cackled loudly.

The shadow like tendrils surrounding the werewolf soon went limp, returning to the shadow that he'd cast due to the moonlight. They soon sprouted once more, but they were out of his control. The tendrils amassed about two feet away from him, forming some odd black blob. The blob began to take shape, forming into something humanoid as the shadows kept piling up. One thing that Jazz didn't notice was the odd prick in the back of his mind. As the shadows piled up, the prick soon turned into a throb. Not even a few minutes had passed before the werewolf kneeled to the ground, his head racked with pain.

"Gah.." The canine rolled around in pain, the blob of shadows soon gaining width. As its human form was shaped, it began packing muscle at a rapid pace, soon becoming a rather bulky figure. As the minutes ticked by, the process soon finished. As Jazz's ears rang, he gathered the force to right himself enough to sit and stare up at the figure.

Whatever it was, he didn't get a good look as a paw soon encompassed his face. The mass of shadows laughed, a strike to the neck knocking out the canine in his weakened state.

Vision flooded back into Jazz's eyes as he was dragged back into the world of consciousness, a bright light glaring right back at him. His eyelids fluttered as he soon found himself in a rather odd situation. A room light hung brightly, and the sounds of metal being dragged across the floor grated at his ears.

"Just what happened..." he muttered to himself as he tried to stand up. As he began to stand and walk, he was unceremoniously pulled back to the ground, a snarl erupting from his throat. The werewolf's muscles flexed as he tried to break whatever restrained him from moving, but to no avail. He thrashed and moved like mad, attempting to break the chains (or at least break what supported the chains in the first place) but after three minutes of rabid moving, the wolf sat back, panting lightly.

"Well, that was a hell of a show. Didn't think you, or rather we, could go on for that long." The eerily familiar voice chuckled, giving a slow clap.

As the figure came into light, Jazz blinked rapidly to make sure he wasn't seeing things. It was himself, or rather, used to be.

The werewolf stood a much bigger angle (or maybe because he was sitting), and had a completely different color of fur, the copy here having a rather navy blue coat. The other difference seemed to be the looming set of orbs that hung under the massive sheath, the makings of a cockflesh poking right out.

At some point in the past, this -was- him, but...certain events involving his powers caused a bit of a transformation. He didn't feel like remembering at the moment so he bit the inside of his cheek, forcing the memories back down. The previous incarnation of the wolf sneered, kneeling down and cupping the bound canine's chin for a few moments before he snapped back and attempted to tear off the hand.

"Now now, let's not get so testy here. You're not getting out of there so soon. I need to explain a few things first."

"And what could you possibly have to explain?" Jazz growled, his eye twitching. Being tied up and chained was seriously beginning to grate his mind, along with everything else, so patience was lost to him. The navy blue canine sighed, clearing his breath.

"Well, for starters. Me being here instead of locked up in your little head. Yeah, not happening anymore. Because of our little incident that resulted in your change, I'm locked up in there. Consider me being everything you've felt and done up until that point, but with some added crazy. You can only stand being chained up for so long, as you should know."

Jazz merely stayed silent. He wasn't going to give him the benefit of being right, though he could probably smell that fact by now.

"Reason being for this is because having two conscious things in one head just doesn't work for long, so I need to stretch my legs. I'll either forcibly get myself out, or you can do it, whichever works." Jazz waved a paw around, chuckling a bit. Forcing him to get himself out seemed fun the first time, though a bit challenging at first. He could probably do it again if he wanted to, but that depended if he was going to listen or not. Not like they had a choice in the matter, it was going to happen regardless.

"And thirdly, I don't think I can stray that far or I'll just go back. Either that or it'll cause unimaginable amounts of pain to you. Dunno which will happen, but nothing bad happens to the little guy in your head so I guess it's a win-win situation. "

The chained, black furred wolf sat there, absorbing the information. He mostly understood it (his throbbing head didn't help matters), but the fact that this in itself was happening was surreal. He stuttered a bit, trying to find the words caught in his throat.

The older Jazz just smiled, leaning close to the chained wolf's ear. "And since I've been locked up in there for so long, I've been kinda...pent up." He stepped back, a look of anger appearing on the canine's face as he attempted to break free, the pillar and chains not budging in the slightest. Watching him squirm around was a bit of a turn on within itself. The navy furred wolf let a growl escape from his throat. Just to help the cause faster, he moved a furred paw down to his orbs, juggling them for a bit. Being locked up there for some time and being unable to do anything other than watch yourself live another life and being unable to even do things to yourself proved rather infuriating.

It was nice to tend to your urges every once in a while. This was most likely the only chance he was going to get, so why not? As he kept moving the furred sac in his paw, the older Jazz let out a rather prolonged moan.

The chained up Jazz just watched in anger and some distaste. Was he really going to go to this end? He had to admit, he couldn't help but become rather turned on himself. The scene of watching a rather massive wolf tend to himself was rather enticing to see on some deep narcissistic level. He could feel his rather massive shaft throb slowly as the older version continue, even going as far to twist one of the piercings on his nipple before rubbing that same paw over his navel area teasingly. It was a rather odd vice for the two, but it did its job as the black furred wolf bit the bottom of his mouth. He couldn't deny that he liked it; the rather big and still swelling cock between his legs disproved that lie. The teasing continued for a few minutes and Jazz could see the flesh barely concealed in the sheath rising to full attention, the cock reaching right around his chest.

Jazz gulped and attempted to keep resisting, but it was futile. The fact that it was futile didn't mean he was going to stop. Even if it was himself, he wasn't going to let this demented thing enjoy any moment of this. At twelve feet tall and a cock that reached right up to his chest, the blue furred canine looked rather intimidating.

Did that stop any resolve in his mind? Not a bit.

In a surprising fit of speed, the wolf slammed his arms on the pillar holding his copy, the knotted dick and the owner hanging ominously. "Remember this knot?"

Jazz simply snarled, along with a few obscenities.

"Well, you're gonna get reacquainted with it again real soon."

The older Jazz leaned forward, pressing his rather massive sheath on the well muscled torso of his chained up copy, the tipped cockhead near his vehemently closed maw. Jazz simply grinded the meat against his body, the member filling up the crevice between his pecs. The grey furred wolf bit the inside of his cheek, the warmth and the musky smell emanating from the length filled his nose, wearing on his mind.

Soon enough, Jazz grinded forward on the cock, tensing his pecs between the meat, moving in any direction he could while his hands were restrained. The familiar shaft rubbed up and down his abdominal area, a rather obvious sweet spot for both canines. Jazz's mouth had been clamped shut, any manner of whines or moans bubbling in the depths of his throat. He wouldn't let him win, no matter how much he'd been aroused. His dark shaft throbbed shamelessly, leaking copious amounts of pre-seed between the two and on the ground.

"Heh, looks like you're making a mess already, and we haven't even started, big guy." the older copy sneered. Grabbing the wolf's legs and hoisting them on his shoulders, Jazz growled in protest as he was lifted up effortlessly. With a grunt, the almost 20" knotted shaft was shoved into the grey furred canine mercilessly.

Jazz snarled and grunted in pain as the massive length had been unceremoniously shoved in there, the ring stretching to accommodate the massive shaft for the first few seconds. Jazz snarled happily, pushing in further, the head making a rather loud slurp as his captor welcomed that prick of his. He knew he was big, and taking something like this was going to hurt in more ways than one. The two knew that they wouldn't allow each other to be on the receiving end unless certain conditions warranted it, and this didn't. Physical and emotional pain was something he was going to enjoy dealing.

As the shaft was welcomed in, Jazz could feel it throb madly as everything but the knot was inside him. "You...fucker..." he managed to breath out, his body racked with pleasure and pain. His older self merely smiled, moving back and thrusting the length back inside forcefully, garnering another painful moan from him. Jazz's own neglected length drooled pre-seed over his chest, each thrust pushing some of it near his mouth. His own shaft stared back at him, inching closer and closer with each thrust, soon poking his mouth, smearing his muzzle.

"Come on, you know you want to..." Jazz grunted as he entered and exited the restrained wolf slowly and heavily, sapping the most enjoyment he could get out of this moment before he had to go back. It was nice to finally tend to himself after so long. His mind ached for more, the navy canine's hands leaning over and tweaking those rather large pierced nipples of his for a few moments before continuing.

"F-fuck..." Jazz groaned. The massive prick slid in and out of him, the shaft beginning to leak pre inside of him, the warm feeling encompassing his body. He couldn't' deny that he loved being treated like this, having that massive thing inside him. Pound after pound, Jazz's mouth opened ever so slowly, accepting his own massive cockhead into his maw, his tongue sliding over it at any chance he could as it slid in and out of his maw after each thrust.

His older copy smirked, beginning to thrust faster and faster as his cock throbbed achingly inside the wolf, the head forming a rather large bulge under the aching cock being sucked off by its owner. He quickened his pace, forgoing strength for speed as he ached to get himself off. He could feel the seconds ticking away before his feeble captor's powers would soon let up. Each thrust forced Jazz's cock deeper into his maw, the two snarling deeply.

With one final plunge, the thick knot soon inserted itself inside Jazz, eliciting a painful roar as the shaft erupted, releasing a load of seed inside the wolf's body, the hot, sticky jizz sticking inside, his abdominals bloating slowly as he was filled. Even with this, Jazz continued pounding him like no tomorrow, eager to get every bit of satisfaction he could get out of this. As the selfish pounding continued, Jazz proceeded to keep sucking himself off greedily, soon erupting into his own mess of seed, splattering over his face and body.

With a slurp, the receding cock left Jazz's battered cheeks and insides, the navy furred canine becoming a bit darker, his figure becoming distorted. "Tch...didn't think it'd be that fast. Oh well. Remember what I said and I think this...relationship will work juuuust fine..." Jazz smirked as his body broke into multiple shadows, some of them retreating to wherever they'd come from, Jazz's shadow returning to him. The beaten, seed covered canine lay beaten, his mind and body tired from the treatment. All he could do was sleep. The chains would be broken whenever he woke up.