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Every month (almost) I have a poll to see which short story I should write next. "Ruff" was the winner for May, but I changed its name and story somewhat because this was more fun. To vote for next month's story, keep an eye out for August's Story of the Month journal.

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For a long time, nothing happened.

Hot winds swept across the moonlit desert, rearranging the never-ending dunes. There was no vegetation, no life, and definitely no water.

Above, amidst the bright stars, even brighter flashes lit up the sky. Dull thumps and explosions echoed across the vast wastes. Like a shooting star, a fireball screamed out of the sky.

Inside the propeller plane, Flight Officer Korey Tiran struggled with the locked controls. There was nothing he could do, however, as the damage was too extensive. The otter closed his eyes, gripped the ejection handle, and pulled.

Instead of being thrust from the plane, the otter quickly realized he was still in the burning metal deathtrap. Screaming with effort, he grabbed the controls again and pulled as hard as he could. Something snapped over the noise of the burning engine and the controls unlocked. He stabilized his descent as best he could, but the ground was coming up too fast, too fast...

The plane ground into the top of a dune, bounced upwards through a spray of sand, and landed propellers first before tumbling end over end, leaving a trail of metal and fire in its wake.

The next time Korey opened his eyes, he was flat on his back a few yards away from the smoldering wreckage of his plane, still strapped into the pilot's seat. He lay still for several moments, struggling to decide which part of his body hurt more. He decided it was definitely his leg. A glance down confirmed: broken, probably in two places.

The short otter didn't look the part of an ace fighter pilot. He was too small with too much pudge, but the war was tough and pilots were needed. Even the enlisted were getting shots at flying, which was how he ended up shot down over the Sahara.

The otter's fingers trembled as he undid the belts holding him to the chair, wincing as he accidentally shifted his broken leg. Adrenaline kept the pain at bay for now, but he knew soon enough he'd begin to feel the full effects - he had to get his leg set and move away from the plane before then. The enemy was probably already radioing his position into a base somewhere, which would send out a truck full of soldiers with guns who would love nothing more than to capture a live pilot.

The otter gingerly eased himself from the seat and tested his other leg. It was sore and bruised, but otherwise could hold his weight. Blood dripped from his right arm; a cursory inspection showed a deep gash in his bicep. Otherwise, he'd come through remarkably unharmed. His plane, however, was toast. He doubted there was anything he could salvage.

As he limped towards the burning wreckage, he reached into a pocket on his left arm and pulled out a short tube of morphine. Using his teeth, he ripped off the cap and jabbed it into his broken leg at the thigh. Immediate relief flooded his body, cooling off his nerves. He hadn't realized how strong the pain had been until it was gone and he nearly fell over as a wave of dizziness struck him. He tied up his arm with a strip of cloth from his green uniform next.

The radio was merrily burning away, but he was able to pull a few pieces of relatively straight metal to form a splint. He grit his teeth as he used more strips of fabric pulled from his uniform to tighten it around his leg. Nothing looked usable as a crutch and the emergency supplies in the back of the plane were long gone, scattered over hundreds of yards of burned and burning wreckage.

Korey sat down heavily on top of a sand dune. The otter's face was illuminated by the fire as he pondered what to do. He was probably in shock. He couldn't stop shivering despite the heat of the fire.

The otter wasn't sure how long he sat there in the sand, but eventually he realized the sun was coming up. Hauling himself to his feet, he grabbed a thin sheet of metal to use as a shield against the sun before starting to slowly limp away from the plane. He'd managed to get a radio message out before he'd gone down, but he wasn't sure it had been received - there was no time for a confirmation reply. The otter winced with every step as he left the plane behind. He must be deep in enemy territory. His navigation instruments had shorted during the flight and flying over a never-ending desert without them, especially at night, was a risky proposition.

No water. No food. No shelter. Things did not look good and Korey knew it. Still, he had to hold out some hope. He had a compass to point him northwest and another two sticks of morphine. He could cover some distance before succumbing to the punishing desert, he figured; maybe it would be far enough for his comrades to find him. Still better to die in the desert than fall into the enemy hands.

The otter walked slowly and methodically, focusing on each step. His leg dragged behind him, leaving a furrow in the ground. He forced his tail to sweep back and forth behind him, partially obscuring his tracks; hopefully the desert would cover the rest once the enemy's search parties showed up.

Korey wasn't sure how long he walked. The sun came up by the time the pain grew worse and he used another stick of morphine. He panted through his mouth hotly, gasping with every step. The sun grew more intense; by mid-morning he guessed the temperature was near 100 degrees. It was only going to go up.

The otter collapsed several times. The third time, the metal sheet he'd held onto rolled away down a sand dune. The otter's nose burrowed into the hot sand as he contemplated going after it. A miniature existential crisis hit him as the sun baked his backside. His leg throbbed and his arm was bleeding through the makeshift bandage.

For a while, Korey lay still. The metal would have been useful to signal a passing reconnaissance plane. But to get all the way down the sand dune... his leg felt like it would fall off at the mere thought of it. It was taking all his energy just to cross the top of this dune, let alone the next.

But the otter was determined. Struggling onto his hands and good knee, he crawled forward, dragging his other leg behind him. He made it a few yards before he stopped. There was something ahead of him. Which was strange, considering the location. Still, something was better than nothing. It offered hope.

The otter resumed his exertions. He was getting weak. The sun was merciless. The sand was hot. His webbed fingers dug into the silica and pulled him along, taking every ounce of energy he had left to reach the black square a few dozen yards away, halfway down the sand dune past the one where he'd dropped the sheet of metal.

He couldn't tell what it was until he was nearly on top of it. The angle played tricks on his eyes - what he thought at first was a square of black fabric was actually a hole in the desert. Sand blew around the edges. Korey grasped the edge and pulled himself forward. Looking down, he could see stone steps leading into a very, very dark tunnel.

Without a second thought, the otter pulled himself inside so that he was seated on the steps. The shade brought him incredible relief.

"An otter in the desert. What were you thinking, Korey," he said aloud as he enjoyed his temporary reprieve from the sun.

His sand-crusted nostrils flared as a familiar scent crept into his nose. Water? Did he smell... water?

Easing himself down the rough-hewn steps rump first, being careful to move his broken leg without jarring it too much, the otter made his way down. The possibility of an underground river excited him. Maybe this tunnel was thousands of years old. Maybe the ancient desert tribes created these steps. He didn't know or care as he inched his way down the steps. It was totally dark; little light penetrated as more than a few feet down the tunnel.

At one point he stopped and looked back up the stairs towards the entrance. It was just a square of blue, so bright that even at a distance it hurt his dilated eyes. The otter turned away and crept forward; the tunnel curved and the soon the square of light was lost from view. The otter went by feel now, touching the wall now and again on either side of him to check for other entrances. His ears pricked when he heard faint rumblings and splashes.

Water!

He kept moving. The otter grunted every time his leg shifted down the steps until there simply weren't any more. Korey realized he'd reached the bottom. How far had he gone down? The earth was cool here with no hint of heat, but it was also dry. The floor was smooth and hard, though if he scratched at it with his claws it would come away in small clumps. The rush of running water grew louder as he crawled forward along a sloped, flat wall. He couldn't see anything, not even his hand in front of his face, so he couldn't tell how large the cavern was. He'd never been in such pitch black darkness.

His paw slipped over a squared-off edge. He nearly screamed when his paw descended into something cold and wet, until he realized it was the water he'd heard. Korey grinned and pulled his paw free. He didn't even bother to smell the water to see if it was clean before scooping up several pawfuls and slurping them down greedily. It tasted heavenly. The coolness rushed down his throat, easing his sore muzzle. He closed his eyes as he drank slowly, trying not to overdo it - too much and he would vomit, he knew.

Even his leg felt better by the time he'd drank his fill. He rolled onto his backside and stared into the darkness, feeling almost good. He couldn't stay in the cave long, he knew, but he could at least wait until it was dark outside. There was no way to judge time down in the blackness of the cave, but he could guess.

The otter fell asleep and dreamed.

He woke up later, unsure how long he'd been out. He could sense light through his closed eyes, which was strange considering where he was. He cracked open his eyelids drowsily, not fully awake. What he saw sent his heart racing and he lurched into a sitting position.

The cave he thought he had discovered was more like a temple. The walls were smooth for a reason: they were covered in pure gold. The floor was compacted dirt. Light blazed from a series of torches set at regular intervals around the cavernous space, which arched almost twenty feet overhead; the ceiling spread outwards into the golden walls and was itself covered in gold as well. The pool was the focus of the space. Korey realized he was at the very edge of the cavern. Water lapped against the gold-plated edge, which prevented the water from eroding the dirt floor.

He looked back at the stairs where he'd come down. They were at the center of the temple. The room opened up from there, expanding to its full size. The pool took up most of the floor space, extending far into the back of the cavern. A raised walkway led from the center of the room and across the water. There was something at the end of the walkway, but the otter couldn't make out what it was.

Something else was bothering Korey. His leg felt uncomfortable and his arm itched. Using his left paw, he pulled at the makeshift bandage and stared at what he found beneath: unbroken, clean brown fur. No scar, no torn skin, just a bit of dried blood.

He reached for his leg next. The splint fell away and he stroked a finger up his shin. His leg felt fine. Better than fine, in fact. He pressed a finger into the place where he used to have a small pink scar that prevented fur from growing in, a relic from the old days when a feline schoolmate declared otters couldn't climb trees. Korey had proven him right and picked up the scar in the process, but it was gone now.

The otter got to his feet and walked towards the center of the room. His ears swiveled forward and his eyes focused on the end of the walkway. As though in a dream, the brown-furred male stepped onto the path and moved towards the opposite side, where he could see a small, circular dais raised up out of the water. The sound of water lapping against the sides of the pool echoed in the chamber and the light danced beautifully across the golden walls, reflecting and refracting in millions of ways at once.

His breathing slowed as he approached the end of the walkway. The dais was built on top of a jagged chunk of rock that had been smoothed out on top. Korey could see the sides of the cliff going down into the water before pulling back into the wall. The water was perfectly clear, but the pool was so deep he couldn't see the bottom.

On top of the dais rested a large, solid gold chair. Less a chair, he thought, and more of a throne. Who had built it? Why was it here? And why did he feel compelled to reach out, to stroke the armrests, to turn around and drop into it?

He did just so. Something confused his brain and muddled his thoughts. He smiled as he leaned back, both arms resting on the chair, legs slightly spread, tail poking through a large hole in the back. The throne was beautiful, ornately wrought with layers upon layer of fine golden detail. The back was smooth from his shoulders up and reached several feet above his head. The armrests were also widely spaced, as though built for someone very large. His feet didn't touch the floor. But oh, it was comfortable. Korey leaned back against it, feeling grandiose, exuberant, even... adored.

This was the throne. The first divine royalty sat here, he knew. How he knew, he couldn't say, but he could feel the power of the throne running into his body. He stroked the armrests with his fingers and smiled again, almost churring as he felt the vibrations of the golden temple.

The refracting light on the temple walls disappeared. He glanced at the water and noticed it had gone perfectly, utterly, absolutely still. Even the flickering torches arrayed along the walls burned more steadily, as though shaping up in the presence of... him.

This place had power. History. And it needed something. Something only he could provide - him, the first person to enter the temple in thousands of years. He could feel its power, feel the forgotten knowledge, the hidden secrets. This water... the water of life. This temple guarded it. Protected its secret. The birthplace of the world.

Korey's fingers flexed, curled against his palms, and flexed again. The otter leaned back, head resting against the back of the throne. Yes. This temple kept the waters safe. It needed... a guardian. That's why he was here. Once he'd entered, drank the water, healed himself... he'd become a part of the temple himself.

He could feel it. In his bones, in his body, changing him. The otter smiled again. The throne hummed with energy now and the otter curled his toes. They touched the ground and he closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, bright white light shone out, glowing like two small suns. The otter's chest arced and his muzzle opened. His arms went back, paws spread, as the power of the temple filled him. He was to be the new guardian... the keeper... and there were certain perks to the position.

Korey's chest swelled. His belly hardened. The short otter's ears twitched once as his head rose higher into the air. The white light shone even brighter and he let out a moan. His thighs flexed and hamstrings bulged against his dark brown pelt. Korey inhaled deeply through his nose, luxuriating in the changes. Every hair on his body stood on end as his chest grew thicker, more powerful; soon, his pecs showed more definition than ever before, even when he'd been at his most fit. His stomach showed similar growth as powerful abdominal muscles developed deep ridges in his fur. His fingers clutched at the armrests as the scraps of his uniform stretched across his shoulders. The otter's nostrils flared as he snorted and flexed his arms, lifting them away from the throne. He turned his glowing gaze on his changing body, admiring the results. Thick balls of muscle bulged as he curled his wrists inwards and flexed again. Each bicep was bigger than his head used to be.

The otter groaned again as his powerful legs thickened up further. His unblemished fur, healed of every cut, stretched taut across meaty calves. He already looked like he could compete with the best bodybuilders in the world, but Korey knew he wasn't done yet. Not done by half.

The back of his head slid up the throne until it reached past the top. The otter's formerly lithe neck was now squat and bulky, bulging with visible muscle tone. His chest grew rounder while his waist drew in, before expanding down incredible thighs. Between them, his maleness bulged softly. He'd never been the biggest; in fact, he'd been on the small side. No longer.

The otter's smile returned even larger as he felt his sheath twitch. An erection developed soon after. He was wider across than he used to be long, at least seven inches broad, and long enough that the tip soon ended up bobbing between his bulging pectorals. The otter grunted when he felt his testicles roll over the edge of the throne to hang down between his thighs, each orb as big as his own head.

And still he grew. The male shuddered as his cock fattened, the epitome of maleness, musky and firm, smooth to the touch. It trembled as he slid a paw down the length, testing its sensitivity. He inhaled sharply and leaned back, backside flexing and shifting as his shoulders expanded further, stacked with powerful new muscle. The otter sighed and shifted in the throne, returning his paws to the armrests. Korey remained still even as his body grew, doing nothing as he enjoyed the changes.

Knowledge of the ancient temple filled his mind's eye. A powerful being worshipped as a god lived here, serviced by his countless servants. He'd known the secrets to life itself. And he'd been ragingly, fiercely, actively gay. All those servants were male; all had been bred on a regular basis.

Korey did not have a problem with that. Neither did his erection, which twitched against his chest. His pecs were so deep his cock nearly disappeared between the rock hard slabs. His belly expanded and contracted with his breathing, showing off the incredibly developed ten-pack of pure muscle. His brown pelt shone with fresh light as the last few scraps of clothing ripped from his body. His legs were huge now, easily able to reach the floor; overall, he stood close to ten feet tall. Korey smiled as the glow faded from his eyes, revealing one final change. Instead of his normal brown eyes, the otter's eyes now blazed a fierce golden color.

He was the Avatar. The living embodiment of the forgotten god. The otter stood and raised his arms over his head. His huge, dark pink erection curved in front of his chest, throbbing regularly; every throb brought additional girth, length, power, until the incredible stalk was nearly eighteen inches wide and close to four feet tall, enough that the tip reached to his shoulder. The huge otter's webbed toes splayed across the golden floor as he turned to the side of the walkway.

With a graceful leap, the gigantic male dove into the crystal clear water. He emerged after swimming gracefully under the water for several dozen feet. Water cascaded from his fur as he thrust himself out of the water, muzzle full of the life-giving magic imbued within. His tail, several feet thick at the base, swung behind him, helping stabilize him as he treaded water. He dove below, churring when he rose up again, and relaxed on his backside, allowing the water to cushion and support him.

He was the Avatar. He was to be worshipped. He was to be loved. He was to be serviced.

Only... where were the throngs of males?

The new being - no longer quite Korey, but still retaining his memories and influenced by his personality - cocked an ear.

Ah... here came the first of his soon-to-be-worshippers now.

Voices echoed down the tunnel as Korey easily pulled his enormous figure from the water. With a wave of his paw, he caused the torches to go out - all but one, near the entrance. Silently, the massive, muscular male padded back to his throne, cock swinging in front of him all the while. He took a seat and waited patiently. He'd been waiting thousands and thousands of years. Another few minutes wouldn't hurt.

"Commander! Down here!"

The words were not English, but Korey had no trouble understanding them. A black-furred wolf in a grey uniform stepped into the main chamber. Korey had no trouble watching the male, even from this distance. Behind the wolf, a skinny leopard with higher-ranked insignia stepped in, followed by five or six more infantry - all males of varying species.

"Look at this! It's all pure gold!"

The black wolf reached out to touch the wall. Korey decided now was the time to reveal to them their future. Another wave of his paw reignited the torches throughout the chamber, momentarily dazzling the collected group of the Avatar's new servants. Another flick of the wrist and a hidden door closed behind the stunned group.

"What's that!"

All ten males stared ahead at the massive figure relaxing on the throne at the end of the walkway. The otter smiled and his cock twitched.

There were perks to being a god. The transfixed males stared, both terrified and, as they quickly discovered, aroused. Korey shivered with anticipation. His testicles reached nearly to the floor now, each as big as a large pumpkin. The otter's perfect belly was nearly hidden by the width of his immense maleness. His huge shoulders flexed, showing off incredible tone under the tight brown pelt. Sharp white teeth glinted as his golden eyes blazed.

It was time to celebrate his rebirth. And what better way than to claim his former enemies as his new playthings?

Korey didn't bother to stand. He merely raised a finger and crooked it, beckoning the black wolf forward. This one... he would do for now. The other males dropped to their knees, transfixed, each unable to believe the size of the male across the chamber. The black wolf stepped forward, muzzle open, tongue out, a glassy look in his eyes. As he stepped forward, his paws moved to his clothing. He pulled the jacket off, dropped his helmet on the ground, stepped free of his pants, and kicked away his boots, leaving his nude body on full display.

The Avatar's eyes glowed more fiercely and his titanic maleness slapped against his chest, echoing throughout the dead silent chamber as the wolf approached more closely.

"Ma... Mas... Master..."

The wolf's lips trembled as he spoke. His eyes were wide and filled with lust. The Avatar smiled. So easy, these mortals. They really couldn't help themselves. The black wolf fell forward between his new god's legs and reached out, one paw going to either of the massive male's knees. Shuddering, moaning with pleasure, the black wolf's face pressed forward and planted a single kiss on the underside of the Avatar's erection, just below the tip. The enraptured males watching from the other side of the walkway let out groans and moans as they pulled away their clothing.

Korey smiled, watching the assorted males paw at each other, grope and fondle their neighbors, pleasure each other uncontrollably. He enjoyed watching his servants. It was good for them to enjoy this as much as he did. Soon, though, he returned his attention to the black wolf kneeling between his legs. A single, massive webbed paw reached down, still slightly damp from the water. The wolf's lips pursed and he kissed the paw, licking the fur, tasting the water. As the males on the other side rutted each other uncontrollably, the otter wrapped his paw around the wolf's side and pulled him forward, against his massive length. A stream of musky, thick pre-cum bubbled up from the tip; the wolf mouth opened and his red tongue pressed out, stroking up the otter's incredible maleness, cleaning the sticky seed as quickly as he could.

The Avatar smiled again and leaned back. The wolf's paws felt so nice pressing into his massive balls; he liked the attention, the way the male kissed at his tip, slathered his length, trying to coat as much of it as possible.

The other worshippers continued their orgy as the otter took his time with the wolf. The black-furred male practically begged, pleading with his master for more.

Korey's balls churned as he smiled benevolently down at his acolyte. He pulled the wolf up onto his lap, easily picking up the six-foot-male. The Avatar's arms bulged with power as he brought the wolf down over his tip. The piercing howl echoed throughout the chamber as the otter's thickness split the male wide open. His belly distended and his paws clutched at the otter's paws. His cock shot immediately, orgasming constantly as the power of his god flooded his body. His belly hardened and his chest grew outwards; the wolf's lips pulled back, snarling with lust as he was changed by his deity into a more pleasing form. He wouldn't be as large as Korey, of course, but muscular, powerful, perpetually horny. A proper head priest of his new cult.

The otter smiled as he watched his plaything squirm over his cock, body stretching impossibly, wrapped like a fleshy condom around a near two-foot-wide shaft at its peak width. The Avatar moaned as his churning balls pumped loads of warm pre-cum into the groaning wolf's body; several of the other acolytes paused their mindless rutting to watch as the wolf was properly initiated.

Korey smiled and beckoned several more males forward. They knew what he wanted before he said it; their paws and muzzles worshiped his feet, his muscular chest, his incredible sac and his thick arms. The eager males pulled on the wolf, forcing him down over the stupendous length. The Avatar moaned with lust as his servants pleasured him. The wolf grew larger, thicker around, more and more powerful, becoming huge and muscular, able to squeeze even more tightly around his god's erection.

Breaking in all these males would take some time, Korey knew. He waved his paw and the wall behind his throne descended, revealing a network of rooms and tunnels, of a temple complex far larger and grandiose than this simple, plain-by-comparison room. Soon he would send his acolytes out into the world to recruit more members to his cult. He would spread his power once more across the desert, then beyond its borders. The world would remember the old ways. He would resurrect the old gods like him and they would show the mortals what true power meant.

The wolf squirmed around the fantastic maleness as the Avatar leaned back, allowing his servants to pump the male over his shaft, working the twitching canine more deeply every time, until the wolf's neck bulged with the size of the huge tip thrusting inside.

Yes, the old ways were better and the new Korey would show the world just how much better it could be...