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Master had changed. If it had happened all at once, or gradually over time, Stripes could not say, but he did not like what Master had become. In the old days, the good days, Master punished Stripes or his followers on occasion, but only when they deserved it. Now, his cruelty was wanton and random. While once Stripes adored the warmth of Master running up his back, now he only feared his touch. If once he longed to make Master happy, now he only hoped to avoid a beating. Master had changed, transforming from a just god to some sort of monster, reeking of cruelty across the land.

There was a place that Stripes knew of, where Master's influence could not be felt. Whenever he ventured to the safe place and returned, he earned a beating, but a few hours alone with his thoughts was worth the abuse he would suffer. He knew Master would not kill him, after all. As callous and abusive as Master had become, even a god needed a claw and hand in the mortal world to do his bidding. If Master killed Stripes, there would be no one to lead his armies, no one to keep the population under control, no one to fight the pets of a rival god. As much as Master fancied himself omnipotent, there was quite a lot he could not do.

The special spot, the void outside of Master's influence, was between the limits of his territory and the start of a rival god's. It was a small islet, uncorrupted by the touch of a ruling deity. There were no humans on the island, which was probably why it was beneath the notice of the many gods of the world. There were many feral animals though, and though they weren't as tasty as women or as crunchy as men, it was nice to kick back and relax every few weeks without the threat of a looming smack.

The only bad thing about this special spot was that, without his master's orders in his head, Stripes was free to think. He thought about silly, mundane things, such as did children taste better than adults, or could he use a fire spell to roast his meat, but he also thought about Master, and how he had changed. He didn't like thinking about that. Pets were supposed to love their Master, respect them, obey them. Yet now Stripes felt dissent brewing in his heart. Was he no longer a pet? Was he something else?

Towards the center of the islet was a large body of water that Stripes enjoyed bathing in. The calm, still blue always helped him think, so he decided to make the hike towards it. As he got to his feet, the winds shifted, and he almost thought he smelled something familiar in the air. He was vaguely frightened that Master had sent a scout after him, but pushed that thought out of his head. There was no way a human could have followed him without his knowing, nor kept up with his giant strides, for that matter. And if he did happen to find any humans tailing him, well... his belly still had some room.

Stripes was still very much a kitten at heart, and splashed into the hip high water with childish glee. It was cool against his warm fur, but pleasant, and he dove forward to fully submerge himself. His paws were drenched in gore from a slaughter the week before. He wasn't allowed to wash himself while in Master's presence, so it felt good to finally get the caked on blood and guts out from between his toes. He hated feeling dirty. Dipping his head, he opened his jaws and gulped down several mouthfuls of the drink, before sitting back and just relaxing.

It always confused Stripes how he had changed so little over the years. He had known stallions who served kind gods, and grew into ivory unicorns. He had also known cows who mutated into embodiments of gluttony. Somehow he had remained an orange tiger with black stripes running down his back. At the very least, he had put on a great deal of muscle mass. Stripes actually lifted one of his arms and tensed his bicep, and was delighted as the mountain of muscle pressed out of the fur. If nothing else, he was in excellent shape.

What did it say about him that he remained stagnant, despite the blood he had spilled though? He almost wished his body would mutate and transform into something demonic. Perhaps then his master would show him some semblance of affection again. Even his eyes were the wrong color. Instead of a bloody, glowing, fiery red, they were a mix of blue and green that could have belonged to an angel.

Stripes dipped his head, intending to gulp down another mouthful of the crisp water, when he felt pressure on his nape. His entire head was suddenly dunked beneath the water, with the weight remaining behind him, preventing him from sitting up. Stripes panicked. He was confused and terrified and thinking a thousand thoughts, while the grip was singularly focused on holding his head beneath the surface.

Although the ground beneath him was muddy and yielding, Stripes was sitting with his legs out in front of him. By placing his hands firmly on his thighs, he was able to use his powerful arms to push himself up, fighting the weight that was holding him. Even for a giant, Stripes was absolutely massive, having a body almost entirely of chiseled muscle. He had actually gained the physique when Master was still good, to avoid bloodshed. Enemy nations were far more willing to surrender to a giant among giants than a skinny little housecat who happened to be a few sizes too big. As Master sank further and further into villainy, he had maintained his awesome build. He had even put on weight, some part of him hoping that perhaps his master would take favor with him the larger he got.

When Stripes' head was free of the water, he sucked down a deep breath. A moment later his head was forced back beneath the surface, but with fresh oxygen in his lungs, he was able to focus. Again he braced his hands on his legs and pushed himself up, before swinging one of his arms behind him at his assailant. His arm, which was thicker than a redwood, collided with his attacker's side. He heard a distinctly canine yelp and the grip left his nape completely.

Stripes didn't bother to scramble to his feet. He simply shifted so he was on all fours, and tackled the other giant, who looked to be a wolf. They both splashed into the water, with Stripes on top and the wolf beneath him. As the tiger's strong hands wrapped around the other giant's throat, Stripes dunked the wolf beneath the surface, drowning him even as he yapped and snarled and clawed at the mammoth arms that held him down.

Although distorted, Stripes could still see the wolf. The wolf's physique was akin to Stripes' own, though Stripes was rather proud he was actually larger, and was using that greater girth to pin his attacker down. He drove his thumbs into the wolf's throat, applying additional pressure. Even though another minute beneath the water would surely drown him, all Stripes had to do was weigh down a little more and his sharp claws would puncture the wolf's throat.

Shimmering beneath the water, Stripes noticed the pair of blue eyes the wolf had. The orbs of sapphire caught Stripes' attention. Somewhere deep in the back of his mind, recognition touched the tiger, who suddenly yanked the wolf above the surface. Although he allowed the wolf to breathe, Stripes kept his thumbs firmly planted in his throat. A miniscule application of pressure and the wolf would be dead, but before that, Stripes leaned down and sniffed.

Even drenched as he was, Stripes could get a good gasp of the wolf's scent. It touched something deep inside Stripes' memory, making him think of a long time ago. Easing his hands off the wolf's throat and instead holding him by the shoulders, Stripes asked, "Howl?"

The wolf gasped several deep breaths before finally opening his eyes and looking to Stripes. "Make it quick," he muttered, tilting his head back and exposing his throat.

Stripes looked down Howl's body. Howl was smaller and shorter than Stripes, but not by much. Rippling abdominals and explosive pectorals were covered in gashes and scars that Stripes was positive he had not caused. It looked like Howl had been through a dozen fights in the past week alone, scars adding on to scars that had yet to heal. "Howl," he said. "It's me, Stripes. Remember? Our masters had a truce. We fought side by side against the encroaching black armies of the north."

"Another slave," Howl muttered. "That is all you are. Another slave, sent by your master to kill me." The wolf's head tilted back and his eyes closed. By the heavy breath that echoed out of his nostrils, Stripes guessed he had passed out. Hoisting the smaller male into his arms, Stripes began to wade out of the hip high water and back to solid ground.

After setting Howl down, and gathering an arm full of trees from the surrounding woods, Stripes started a roaring fire. Although he had never had an affinity for magic, he dug deep to cast a healing spell on his old friend, and tried to mend the ugly gashes that littered his torso. He was unpracticed in healing, but could at least speed up the wolf's natural healing process.

With a loud groan, Howl opened his eyes and sat up slowly. Stripes placed a hand on his back to ease him to a seated position. "Howl," Stripes said again. "Howl, it's me Stripes. Don't panic, alright, you're safe now?"

Howl looked to the tiger, and gave a dry chuckle. "Safe?" he asked. "I'm wounded and sitting before a slave. How am I safe?"

"Who did this to you, Howl?"

Howl looked over his body, over the muscles and ugly gashes and cuts that mapped his torso. "Other pets mostly. It's not easy when you're trying hard to spare them and they're out for your blood."

"Bah Mut?" Stripes asked. "He's sending you out to conquer more lands?"

"Bah Mut is gone from this realm."

"How?"

For the first time, Howl's tired features wore a smile. "I banished him. I broke his temple and slaughtered his believers. Without the anchor in this realm, he faded away. His voice, his constant whine for blood and land, has disappeared from my head. Do you understand, brother? I'm free."

Free? It was a concept that Stripes often thought of, dreamed of. The tantalizing desire for silence in his head was the reason he hiked to the islet, so he could spend even a minute without Master's voice between his ears. As Master grew increasingly abusive and erratic in his actions, it was a hope that Stripes clung to more and more, but never allowed himself to truly think of, content to sneak off to this place and be free of the voice.

"Since banishing Bah Mut from this world, other gods have sought to slay me," Howl continued. "Perhaps they fear that I will inspire something in their pets, and they seek to make an example of me. Or perhaps they believe I would defend Bah Mut's old lands from their encroachment. I have been killing armies and fighting pets for... I'm sorry, brother. I saw another giant, and I thought you were sent to kill me. You weren't sent to kill me, were you?"

The tiger allowed a smile to cross his features. "No, Howl, I wasn't sent to kill you. I was not even aware you were here. I come here to be alone. It is a territory outside of Master's influence."

"You fancy freedom?" Howl's tail began to wag, and his eyes opened to puppy proportions. Rolling onto all fours, he inched closer to Stripes, blue eyes glowing as bright as two harvest moons.

"Master has changed," Stripes admitted. "He beats me, even when I just sit there doing nothing, perhaps because I do nothing instead of conquering more territories." Stripes lifted his head, and parted the fur on his throat, exposing a ghastly scar that was normally hidden. "He terrorizes his subjects, abuses them-"

"But they worship him regardless. They provide him with the fuel to continue his existence, and even if we tore down his decadent citadel and left not one brick standing, it would be his subjects that would will him back to this plane. To be free, brother, to be truly free of his voice, you must purge this land of every trace of him. I can help you, though. Together, we can start a new life, unburdened by a master's petty whims and cruelties."

Stripes shrugged. "Were it so easy..."

"I am serious, brother. I am free. I slaughtered and slew all who came before me and banished my god from this realm. With us together, our strength is doubled!"

"To be free, why can we not simply flee? Find a land without the taint of masters. Or even start a life here?"

"Because your god will send armies to retrieve you. Has he ever allowed you to remain here, in solitude, as long as you would like?"

Master was probably already sending scouts out to find where Stripes had run off to. The only reason they had not arrived yet was that a pet could cover more ground than a human could ever hope to, and Stripes had gotten a head start. At that, Master knew of this inlet. He had sent scouts before.

"We can be together, brother," Howl said. "We can break the chains of our thrall, but we must begin now, before word of my betrayal reaches your god, and he starts to suspect something. Brother, I need to know if you are with me, because if not... I need to run."

XXX

"Remember," Howl said. "Every believer we snuff is one less prayer Xipe Totec will receive. It is one less fireball he can utilize against us, one less crackle of lightning ripping through the sky."

It was strange for Stripes, to hear Master's name spoken, and yet it also hardened his heart to what he was doing. Xipe Totec, instead of Master. It removed the veneer of godhood, however much.

On the outskirts of a city Howl had selected would be their first, Stripes cast a Rain Shield Spell. It would neutralize the fireballs and bolts of lightning Xipe Totec would inevitably unleash, and protect the tiger and the wolf while they got down to business. Of course, that was even assuming they were noticed. Stripes' master had been acting so irrationally, it would be no surprise if he somehow became confused about which village was his, and believed Stripes was conquering an enemy stronghold like a good pet would.

Stripes was no stranger to a good razing. They had become increasingly common affairs as Master grew more power hungry, and Stripes would be lying if he said, deep down, he didn't enjoy them. He saw little difference between enemy humans and allied humans. To him, they were all simply meat and toys. Honestly, he didn't even see the harm in eating a loyal worshiper, and it baffled him why Master always became so enraged. After all, Stripes belonged to Master, and his belly belonged to Master, and the humans belonged to master. If he ate a human, he wasn't robbing Master of anything. The human still belonged to Master, it's location had simply changed, right?

But if he renounced Master, if he abandoned him, then what he did today was stealing. Even if Master had changed, had distorted into a twisted shell of the god he had once been, he was still Master, and Stripes still his pet. There was something infinitely wrong about even thinking of doing what Stripes planned to do.

Howl was unburdened by such a weight, and strolled into the city, walking a straight line. It didn't matter what houses stood in his path or if some humans hadn't managed to get out of his way. His large feet stomped down onto the little bodies, popping them into ugly, crimson goo, and he left behind imprints of his foot. Stripes found the crushing somewhat boring, but watched intently when Howl had to kick through one of the waist high houses to continue on his path. With a view of the wolf's backside, Stripes got to watch as the iron muscles of his legs tensed before exploding with raw power. One of Howl's large, firm glutes went taught as he went through the motions of the step, the musculature apparent even beneath the layer of thick black fur that coated his left buttock, or the white fur that coated his right. Howl's tail was wagging as he swaggered along, and Stripes felt an odd tingle between his legs at the display of raw power.

Howl had walked with little purpose, so there were scores and scores of humans left on the street or in the remains of the buildings he had only grazed with his mammoth feet. Every single one of them dropped to their knees in a prayer stance. Stripes' sharp ears listened as they called to Xipe Totec, begging him to spare them of this fate. Xipe Totec, the god who had launched fireballs at their city for no reason other than that it was fun. Instead of rising against the pet that was stomping their village, they turned to a deity who cared nothing for them...

Growling loudly, Stripes stomped over to them. Despite the tremors that rushed through the ground, the humans remained deep in prayer, calling out to their god to protect them from the approaching feet. In fact, it was only when Stripes' massive sole was looming over them, shielding them from the rain, that their prayers stopped. Stripes had bathed recently, so his foot was relatively clean of blood and grim. The smell of leather and fur washed over the worshipers, and grew stronger as the foot very slowly lowered upon them. Stripes let his heel hit the ground first, giving him some balance and allowing him to very slowly roll the rest of his foot forward. The little bodies were knocked to the ground and abruptly smothered, but he was keeping enough weight on his other foot, and his pads yielded just enough, that they were given a chance to beat and punch against his sole. He kept his toes up, and was delighted when he felt one or two humans, pinned at the top of his foot but mostly free, punch and beat at the spots where the toes met the rest of the foot. Savoring the impromptu foot massage as little fists beat against his toes, he actually wiggled his digits, before bringing them down and crushing the men. Applying more weight, the rest of the humans under him turned to warm, bubbling blood.

Stripes had crushed whole armies beneath his massive feet, but never had a stomping left him with such a delightful, lingering tingle. He realized he was breathing heavy, and shaking slightly. His tail was wagging behind him in a very doggish manner, knocking through the buildings level with his backside. Some part of him, deep down, was actually afraid the bliss that had rushed through him was just a fluke. He hesitated to lift his other foot, but after selecting a nice dense group of worshipers within reach, he couldn't resist reaching for that joy again. Rather than drop his heel and slowly roll his foot down like before, he slammed his sole down, all at once. The moment he could feel bones starting to bend and shatter beneath his weight, he stopped, and savored the squirms as he had before, the little fists beating, the little feet kicking, and the little teeth biting. His other foot still tingled from the affection it had been shown, and the blood was still warmly washing up between his toes. Shifting his weight, he popped the humans beneath his foot, and enjoyed having both feet coated.

He walked slowly, and casually, not caring where his feet fell or what was in his path. If he felt the weight of a building against him, he sighed softly as his powerful legs effortlessly demolished the entire structure. His feet were quickly coated in blood and debris, though this time it actually felt pleasant, since he had made the choice to coat them, rather than being ordered by his master. The rain continued to fall, slicking the ground, and although Stripes had no trouble walking, the humans were sloshing and stumbling about in the mud as they gave up praying and attempted to flee. He made a point of stepping on only the stragglers, allowing the denser group to continue on. So concerned with the mammoth tiger waltzing behind them, they didn't seem to realize they were being herded to Howl, who was standing casually with his thick arms crossed.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" the wolf asked. "No voice in your ear, distracting you, telling you who to stomp and when to stop. It feels good to make your own decision, huh?"

"I can hear Xipe Totec. He screaming and shouting, demanding to know what I am doing, who you are."

Howl walked forward. He snuffed dozens of humans beneath his huge, blood soaked soles, though acted as if he didn't even notice, as if he was only walking through mud. Pressing himself up against Stripes, he looked up into his eyes. Howl was shorter than the tiger, and lighter, though still a veritable titan even among other pets. His large hands gently groped and rubbed over Stripes' body, massaging the dense pockets of muscle, especially the pectorals. "It'll fade with time, brother. Every prayer you snuff is a broken link in your chain."

Stripes sighed softly, the glow of the stomping fading away. Replacing it was a sense of wrong, a sense of regret. That too began to fade as Howl lifted onto his toes and softly kissed Stripes on the lips, sending a shiver through his body. Howl chuckled at that, and kissed him again.

"Still a little kitten at heart, aren't you?" Howl laughed. "Still afraid what Master will think, what Master will do. You're a god now, brother. Soon, you shall replace your master as the ruler of this land, and humans shall line up to worship you." A third kiss was planted beneath Stripes' chin. Just like the first time, he shivered and snapped at the wet touch. "They won't be the only ones, either."

Howl dropped to his knees before the tiger, carelessly crushing worshippers beneath him. Just as carelessly, he scooped up a handful of toys. On his knees as he was, he was roughly eye level with Stripes' sheath, and the pink erection that was slowly poking its way out of the fleshy lips. Cupping the humans in his palm, Howl suddenly pressed them between Stripes' legs.

Stripes let out a roar that rivaled the echo of thunder. A surge of pleasure sapped his great strength, and he needed to brace himself on Howl's shoulders, or he would have toppled. Without acknowledging Stripes, Howl continued to rub the bodies against the groin, turning them into warm, crimson jelly and soaking the pubic fur and fleshy glans. Howl rubbed his hands together, soaking them, before massaging the cock between two warm, moist pads. He moved to the hanging, swelling testicles and squeezed them, then back to the cock, always making sure that one source of pleasure would not grow boring.

Lifting another handful of "volunteers" to his mouth, Howl gave them a wide grin. "You should all fancy yourselves blessed," he said, his hot breath blowing two of the worshippers over his palm and to the ground down below. "You are the first of many to be chosen as sacrifices for the great King Stripes."

Opening his jaws gapingly wide, Howl tilted his hand onto its side. Positioned with the ghastly maw beneath them, the humans clung to the leathery pad or strands of fur, desperate not to fall. Howl was patient, only occasionally wiggling his hand, and one by one the morsels made the plummet, and found themselves in the dark, moist, humid cave of his mouth. He did try to keep them there, but some slipped deeper and made the fatal plunge into his gut.

Bracing himself on Stripes thighs, he pushed his mouth forward until the bloodied glans were poking at his lips. Careful not to let any of his captives escape, he slowly slipped his jaws over the fully erect penis, gradually forcing the humans to share the cave with the throbbing, musky pillar. The air inside the mouth grew thicker and hotter, the humans gagging on the odor of cock and the wolf's breath.

Gathering the humans, Howl carefully wrapped his tongue around the penis. Squeezed between the pulsating pillar and the warm, spongy tongue, the humans had no choice but to pound and struggle as best they could.

"W-when did you become... such an expert?" Stripes purred.

Howl tried to answer, but with his mouth filled with a dozen struggling worshippers, pooling drool, and a rather enormous cock, it came out as little more than a wet mumble. His head began to bob back and forth as he brought his teeth into the game, using the predatory fangs to gently scratch the painfully stretched skin. All the while, dozens of hands and feet beat against the tiger's impressive shaft. If the pressure of the tongue became too great, the bodies popped, but with their death, they washed his cock in wonderful warmth and bathed Howl's taste buds. Stripes had always believed a warm touch from his master was the best feeling he could have. That was a pale mockery of pleasure compared to this. Although he had frequently felt a certain stirring in his loins, he had never acted on it, and so his senses were virgin to the blowjob he was receiving.

As he reached his climax, he actually felt a pang of fear wash over him. The explosion of tingles that rippled through him were bordering on agony. He felt his breath catch in his lungs, causing the same pain as when he had been drowning not a day ago. His grip on Howl's shoulder squeezed tighter, but Howl refused to cease his task, even as his cheeks puffed from the accumulation of drool and pre.

At last a spurt of white gushed out of Stripes' erection, and the pleasure finally hit. Being a cat, a giant, and a virgin, the climax was a force of nature. Howl's cheeks bulged in the first spurt, and white oozed down his lips. Sure he would drown on the second, he quickly pulled his mouth away and closed his eyes. Sticky, warm goo exploded onto his face, dousing him in cream.

Stripes fell to his hands and knees, whining and gasping loudly as the climax tore through him. Tears were actually streaming down his face as his penis mercilessly released, glob after glob of white exploding out and washing through over the buildings that surrounded him. Rolling onto his back, demolishing a house beneath him, Stripes lay there, panting, tingling, groaning. Kneeling down, Howl lifted Stripes' head and placed it gently in his lap, allowing his muscular thighs to act as a pillow. "Yeah, my first time was pretty intense too," he chuckled.

"Where did you learn how to do that?" Stripes growled, though that fatigued his lungs to the point he began to wheeze.

The wolf effortlessly punched a hand through the closest house, and splaying his fingers, tore the front wall away. With amazing grace, he swiped up the seven humans huddled inside. "Open up, brother, you need your protein."

Stripes' had quite an impressive maw, as he was a predator. Long, thick fangs stretched out of the four corners of his mouth, and were more than strong enough to tear another pet apart. His innards were a deep red, as if his maw were perpetually washed with blood. Farther in was his pulsating throat, and by the angle he was sitting and the light, Howl could see well down the gullet. Selecting a woman from his hand, he brought her to his eye, and smiled quite wide. Perhaps she was pregnant, or perhaps very, very fat. Either way, her rotund shape was filled with flavor. He carefully placed her down on Stripes' outstretched tongue, actually pressing her into the spongy surface so her taste would wash over Stripes' senses. As the tiger's mouth closed, he nibbled cutely on the wolf's fingers and took a moment to suckle the bloodied fur. He swallowed the woman, whole and alive, while Howl traced her descent down Stripes' muscular chest.

He selected two plump men next. Rather than feed them to Stripes separately, Howl dropped both onto the tongue at once. Drawing the morsels in, Stripes smiled as he crunched down hard. A splash of blood rose high out of the jaws before falling, and plopping down onto the tiger's nose, though it was rather quickly licked away by Howl's attentive tongue.

Although Stripes could gorge himself on whole armies, only a few humans had made their trip into his belly before he felt full. Or, at least, he was not hungry enough to warrant eating more. He looked up at Howl, and saw a certain lust behind his blue eyes, like a puppy drooling over a bone. Looking around, he noticed that the streets had almost emptied.

"Come on," Stripes said, getting to his feet. "I bet I know where they've all run off to."

He took the lead in their walk and headed for the temple that had been erected in the very center of the city, Howl following after. Stripes' assumption was correct. The humans were flocking to the temple, choking the streets with bodies. As the two titans walked, gushes of blood bubbled up like warm mud between their toes. The scent of blood, and Stripes' prior ejaculation, washed through the city, sickening the worshipers but making the two pets feel quite hot. Stripes had always loved the scent of blood, always enjoyed it on a very basic level. It made his predatory heart flutter. Yet despite bathing in the riches of gore, his mind was mostly on Howl, walking just behind him. Stripes was aware of Master's voice, and it was growing steadily louder as they neared the temple, the building that allowed Master a presence in this territory, but thinking about Howl eased the pain. It took great strength for Stripes to press on, but when his steps started to falter, Howl came beside him and helped him continue.

Although both Stripes and Howl were massive creatures, the temple actually dwarfed them. Built of black granite, what this region was known for, it had once been a place where weak came to heal and hungry came to feast. Stripes recalled when this region had been conquered, when the people had been liberated from the tyrannous monster who ruled them, the parties that swept the streets. They had been grateful to both Xipe Totec and Stripes, viewing them as liberators. Those days had long passed though. Xipe Totec had become a tyrant himself, and Stripes was... This was no longer a temple of hope, but a decadent blight on the land, worthy only of desecration.

When Stripes' intentions became clear, the local army had fallen back to the temple, hoping that by protecting it, they might earn Xipe Totec's favor. Holding spears and shields, and dressed in polished armor, they were a cute little line of toy soldiers, struggling to maintain a brave façade even as the monolithic feet stomped closer.

Stripes stopped a few feet from the soldiers. Howl stopped in front of him. Leaning forward, the tiger gently pressed his groin against the wolf's buttocks, earning a cute puppy growl. Thick arms around his friend, Stripes enjoyed rubbing and massaging the muscles of the wolf's chest, occasionally inching his hands lower and gently brushing over the lupine groin.

"You can still hear him, can't you?" Howl asked.

"Yes. He's screaming and shouting, warning me not to do anything to this place, warning me to spare these men." Stripes rubbed the side of his head, groaning softly.

"If you cross this line, brother, there can be no turning back. To desecrate this place of worship is to declare yourself free of your god, and we must continue to banish him from this realm lest he attack with all his might."

Stripes took a deep breath. Swinging a leg beside Howl, he moved his foot above the line, and smashed it down. The spears tickled his sole before they snapped in two, as his thick skin was far too strong to be bothered by such small blades. As his weight settled, the armor the humans wore bent and flattened, crushing the fragile flesh housed inside. Stripes swept his other foot through the humans, sending the soldiers flying in all direction. The tiger hardly seemed to notice. He casually walked up the stairs of the temple and inside.

The entire temple was absolutely filled with worshippers. In times of crisis, they instinctively flocked to this place and offered Xipe Totec their prayers. That was why his voice was so booming. That was also why, as Stripes and Howl strolled into the midst of humanity, the voice began to fade just a bit, for it was impossible to take a step and not kill two dozen.

"Get on all fours," Stripes said. "There is something I would like to try."

Crushing dozens under him, Howl planted his hands and knees down in the sea of humanity and lifted his tail. Swaying his taut, muscular buttocks, he showed off the inviting black hole between the two large cheeks. "What have you got in mind?" he asked, looking over his shoulder.

On his knees behind the wolf, Stripes took a while to simply enjoy rubbing and massaging the two muscular flanks. Aside from the layer of fur, there was virtually no give as Stripes squeezed and massaged the buttocks. The skin was stretched tight over the muscles, and the muscles themselves were impervious to Stripes' many pushes. It was impossible to even pinch his cheeks, considering how firm and dense they were.

Stripes didn't even have to look down to fetch a handful of humans. Despite the presence of the two giants, they feverishly worshiped and prayed, sure that somehow they would be spared the fate laid before them. Sweeping his hand through the mass, Stripes brought them up to the wolf's large rump, giving the group a very detailed view of the tight pucker and two massive half-moons.

With his other hand, Stripes pinched two humans between his fingers until they popped. Selecting two more from the ground, he did the same. When his fingers were nicely soaked in warm blood, he traced a line down Howl's crack, taking care to coat the puckered hole in slimy lubricant. Placing his nail against the wrinkled flesh, he pushed forward suddenly. Howl's back arched and a loud snarl rippled through him. Ignoring his obvious distress, Stripes wiggled and wormed his finger up to the knuckle, coating Howl's inner walls with crimson slick.

Plucking humans out of his hand, one at a time, Stripes began to feed them between the massive cheeks. It wasn't easy. Howl was clenched tight, and Stripes had to be careful with the humans since he didn't want them to pop just yet. After losing several worshippers, he instead worked two fingers into Howl's pucker, and used them to pry the tight ring open. With his other hand, he began to press the worshippers he picked off the ground up against the warm, wrinkled skin, and eased them in with the tip of a finger. The lubricating blood certainly helped, and if Howl accidentally clenched when he was being fed, lubricant was added to the widening tunnel.

On his second handful, Stripes was able to stuff humans inside by twos and threes. On his third handful, he stuffed his entire fist deep into Howl's bowels and deposited the group, but that made the wolf gasp and howl before plopping forward, and Stripes assumed he had had enough.

"How does it feel?" Stripes asked.

"Amazing," Howl managed to gasp.

Stripes felt somewhat proud that his intuition had been correct. Although he was new to love making, when he was young, he used a finger to gently poke and prod at his anus, and knew how pleasant such a feel could be. He did wonder what it was like for Howl, having a hundred worshippers stuffed and wiggling up his bowels, and thought of doing it himself, but decided it was more trouble than it was worth. His muscles actually made it a little difficult to reach behind him. Besides, he had another thing in mind.

After dumping a handful of humans into his mouth, and chewing them noisily, Stripes took firm hold of Howl by the flanks and lifted the wolf up. Howl folded his arms beneath him and braced his legs to keep himself propped. He continued to sway and sashay his rump side to side, only pretending to try to escape Stripes' grip. His tail wagged, though if that were a conscious effort or by instinct, Stripes couldn't tell.

Even though he had just cum, Stripes felt painfully aroused at the sight and the smell of blood that washed through the temple. He even felt vague jealously for the humans, who were enjoying the warm, tight cavern of Howl's ass. Gripping the solid buttocks carefully in his large hands, he pulled them apart. The pucker was still gaping from the fisting, though starting to close from lack of stimulation. The screams and cries of the humans trapped inside Howl's hips were also steadily growing quieter as the walls began to close around them.

With his erection jutting out of his pubic bone, Stripes had no need to hold it up, and simply scooted forward on his knees. Although closing, the anus suddenly expanded when touched, giving the glans a clear line of entrance. Howl felt a little tickling stretch around his muscular ring. The thousands of human hands pounded and pounded against his invading glans, making Stripes meow and roar softly. He liked to imagine they were attempting to worship the obelisk that was being thrust into their new home, though more than likely they were simply fighting for their life. Either way, they were pleasant stimulation on a spot he was just learning he had.

With half of his cock buried inside the warm, lubricated bowels, he at last hit his first real resistance. Howl was clenching hard upon the intruding erection, though it still felt absolutely delightful. Stripes didn't want to hurt Howl, so he allowed Howl to adjust to the girth stretching him, and only when ready did he begin to rock his hips back and forth, pushing himself deeper, slowly but surely.

"You ever felt this before?" Stripes asked.

Howl made an odd squeaking noise the tiger assumed meant, "No." Held up with only shaky arms, Howl suddenly plopped forward. Stripes fell with him, but managed to brace himself before he could squish Howl beneath his superior size. Applying just enough weight to keep him pinned, Stripes continued to hump, working his erection deeper, allowing Howl to adjust before working deeper, until he was completely hilted inside his friend.

Despite lying on his belly, there were humans still underneath Howl, having somehow survived his embrace. They seemed to be concentrated at his groin, perhaps because his hips couldn't fully lay against the ground with the girth of his cock in the way. Grinding to his side, he managed to trap a few of the little squirmies beneath his mammoth erection and felt the delightfulness of their bodies. Of course they popped before he was pushed over the edge of climax, but it was fun while it lasted.

Howl felt sharp teeth bite onto his shoulder. A resonating cry echoed out from deep in his throat as Stripes bit down hard upon him. That pain was nothing compared to the rupturing explosion of seed that rippled out of Stripes' cock and deep into Howl. If any of the humans had somehow survived inside the wolf's dark, airless bowels, they would surely drown beneath the cream that was filling him. Rolling to his side, Stripes gently gripped his friend's cock. It took little more than a single rub for the wolf's erection to begin to spurt madly. Globs of seed flooded the ground before him, bathing the worshippers who remained inside the temple in a thick sea and drowning most as the wave washed over them.

As the game finished, and Stripes slumped weakly to his side, he could hear Xipe Totec's voice still in his ears. It was faint though, far fainter than when they had started, despite being in the god's place of power. As a few more worshipers were drown beneath the waves of lupine seed that were still washing through the temple, the voice grew steadily weaker until it was barely more than a dull buzz, as if a colony of bees had taken residence in his ear.

"Soon it will be nothing," Howl said, looking over his shoulder at Stripes, who nuzzled against his nape. "You will hear him until we finish off his worshipers of this area, and then there will be silence. His voice will return when we enter the next swath of his land, and disappear when his worshippers have been silenced. Only when no brick lays upon another will he be banished from this realm, and he will never touch your thoughts again."

"And then what?" Stripes asked.

"Then we will be free, brother."

"What of the others, though?" the tiger asked. "Our brothers, living under the thumb of tyrants and oppressors. What can be done for them?"

Howl placed a hand on Stripes'. "What would you have us do?"

"Free them! Just as you came to me, we should go to them and break the chains of thrall."

Howl grinned. "We shall turn this world into a paradise for our kind, where we are the gods and the humans worship us. What a brilliant idea."

Stripes gently nipped the wolf's ears. Some part of him did wonder if that had been Howl's plan all along, if all of this had been some sort of elaborate scheme. Stripes was alright if it was, because it meant Howl was smart and clever and would guide him. He didn't like to think, after all.