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Dawn of Desire

Chapter 4: What is a Sin?

Sneak Peek

Donner’s dreams were full of sex and fantasies of what being with Ceil would be like. He even thought at one point he saw the lion crying in a shower and he came to comfort him, but…it was fuzzy. He sat up on his futon, the large blanket flopping off him as he stretched and cracked his foot paws. Then he felt something odd, or rather a lack of something? His dick was always a shower before, so now when it was tucked away in a neat little sheath it was easy to deal with. Given, all his pre from his morning wood and sexy dreams pooled and oozed in that new musky bundle of fuzz.

“Just another chore I guess,” Donner smirked, cupping his sheath and murring at the sensation of that meat in his hand. He wanted to jack off, but he also didn’t want to be late for class. He showered the night before so he didn’t really need to get too clean. He simply rinsed his dick in the sink and got to brushing his teeth.

Yeah, he knew it was gross, but he cleaned their sink regularly. People had to wash their hands in there. He didn’t want his dick droplets on everyone’s hands!

Donner pulled himself from his mental spiral to spit and rinse his mouth. He then looked at himself in the mirror. He was painfully average looking for a coyote. He had a killer bod, but his features were nothing out of the ordinary. He glanced at his eyes, the brown in them a reminder of how average he was. Sure, people liked brown eyes, but…what did Ceil like?

The coyote blinked as his eyes got brighter, the brown lightning up into a glorious gold.

“Holy shit,” Donner put his hand against the mirror as if he didn’t believe what he was watching. Not that anything should really surprise the yote by now, but it was still so surreal that this reality altering power was real. The yote furrowed his brow, glancing over himself then back at his new piercing eyes. He hardly needed to do anything for his eyes to simply catch the light and glimmer like topaz set in gold.

He looked at the rest of his body and did a double bicep pose, his eyes like a duo of glowing beast eyes on the prowl. He smiled, but after a moment, the color was lost in his mottled fur. A sudden ripple went down his spine, as though he were facing the wind and he caught a smell of home. It was warm and blooming, and as it rolled over his flesh, his fur started to turn darker. His various browns and ashen grays darkened into a uniformed storm cloud darkness, his undercoat turning into a lighter gray, like the sky when it’s about to rain. His nipples darkened to black and his clear claws glinted into obsidian.

“Duuuuuude…” Donner breathed out his astonishment at his new look. “I bet this this is how bitches feel when they get a dye job.”

Donner struck a few more poses in the mirror, admiring how his muscle groups shimmered in the luster of his fur, the darkness not taking away from the definition he worked so hard on. Though, something about all that dark fur made him feel…not as unique as he could be.

Energy charged the air, crackling as icy blue markings flashed into existence around his eyes and nose. Lightning streaks formed on the corners of his eyes to make them look like electrified balls of fire, the bridge of his nose becoming the same color as the markings.

“Shit,” Donner pulled at his cheeks to make sure it wasn’t makeup, but it was for sure his fur. Icy accents shimmered into existence on his muzzle. “I wonder what kind of markings Ceil would like?”

Suddenly brush strokes formed on his chest. Donner took a step back and hit the wall of his bathroom. By the time he balanced himself the image was drawn on his chest. It didn’t look religious in nature, but he wasn’t quite sure what it was. A triangle started at the cusp of his collar bone then brushed down underneath his nips before coming together atop a cross. It wasn’t a religious cross though. It was too even. The vertical part of the cross accented the crevice between his abs, then a shorter line crossed the center of it.

“Fuck, whatever it is, it’s badass,” Donner chuckled to himself as he eyed his body over. He was excited to see if any other changes would happen, but the only other ones he noticed were the tips of his ears flashing with that icy electric blue color. “I’m a fucking cobalt coyote,” donner remarked as he finished posing, his dick pulsing out of his sheath and throbbing.

“Not now boner,” Donner chuckled. “We got some strutting to do.”

Donner slapped on some deodorant and got his outfit together. Obviously sweatpants for the cold weather, really show off his goods if he can, and then also a nice wind breaker on top of a tank top. He looked at himself in his mirror and pursed his lips into a thin line. Nothing was hanging right. The windbreaker made him look boxy, his sweatpants were maybe a bit too baggy, and his tank was too tight.

As he made the observations he watched as they corrected themselves. First, his windbreaker became more formfitting even though it wasn’t zipped up. His tank didn’t get any looser, but the neckline did drop a bit to show a peak of his cleavage and the tip of his new badass tat. His top further compressed on his stomach and became slightly see through with how much it was stretched to leave little to the imagination if anyone wanted to really stare. Then the pièce de résistance were his sweats. They pulled up to grip his ass, his sculpted buns on full display as his new stormy tail flicked back and forth above it. They continued to cling to his thighs, shallowing the definition before slipping down his legs and hovering right above his foot paws.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” He changed the angle to show off his bulge in the front, his obvious hard on making it difficult to take him seriously. It shrank down under his scrutinizing gaze. At least he wouldn’t be having any unwanted boners. “Don’t need to worry about finding good clothes anymore. I’m always going to look hot as fuck.”

Donner smiled at himself in the mirror before sticking out his tongue, the appendage slightly longer than before. He’d have to wait to see what-dat-tongue-do for now. He needed to get to class. He snatched up his back pack, the broken zippers and straps mending themselves as the bag became bigger and more stylish, black leather with yellow accents to really pop against his dark fur.

He realized people might not recognize him. He looked completely different for sure. His quick solution was to pull out his phone and shoot a selfie about his new look. Donner snagged his phone and opened his camera, but before he could take a picture he noticed something. He opened up his album and his eyes went wide. His fur was his current color and design in every one. Regardless of the time or how far back he went, it was as though reality itself had bent to show that he had always had this look.

“Today is going to be a great day,” Donner smiled and practically skipped out of his apartment.

***

“Today is going to be a horrible day,” Ceil groaned as he brushed his teeth in the showers, his eyes sunken from lack of sleep, his hair a frizzy mess from having slept with it wet. His green eyes were bloodshot and his usual smile was gone, replaced with depressed and drooping cheeks. He didn’t even really keep his mouth open, he just let his jaw hang there as he went through the motions.

The lion finished his morning rituals and splashed his face with cool water, his heart broken into pieces and shattered. He had broken his promise to god. Though, he couldn’t dwell on that right now. He didn’t need to cry again. He needed to get to class and maintain everything was okay. He might be able to go to confession that afternoon if the church was open, but…he would have to admit to doing it. He had always been a pillar of fortitude. He could fix this on his own. right?

Ceil twisted the nobs of the sink off a bit more forcefully than he probably should, but they didn’t break. The lion grit his teeth as he white knuckled those knobs. It wasn’t fair. He wasn’t ready for that kind of test. He had never been tempted like that before. God was supposed to provide battles that he knew his soldiers could persevere. This was…was uncontrollable. This was the burning of hellfire in his loins, a need greater than the lion had ever felt. It was a desire he couldn’t control, and he didn’t know what else to do besides just punish himself, kicking his own mental ass for being too weak to stand up to temptation.

Ceil took a deep breath and slapped his hands together, focusing on his orb of light, only for the events of last night to come crashing down on his psyche. He grunted and shook his head, droplets flying around as he banished the thought. He would have to deal with this later, but for now, he needed to be strong.

The crestfallen lion dragged his feet back to his room, slapped on some clothes, gabbed his book bag, and made his way to the science hall for his chemistry class. It was odd that his minor in religious studies required chemistry, but it was more about how alchemy and the pursuit of eternal life shaped several civilizations and dynasties through religion. He understood why, but he wasn’t much for balancing chemical equations or trying to understand why specific elements reacted verses others.

“Hey Ceil!”

Ceil’s heart skipped a beat, his chest grew tight, his stomach did summersaults, and his fur stood on end. The lion knew that voice. It was the voice of his temptation, the call of sin, a siren’s song of destruction.

“Ceil wait up!”

Ceil wanted to walk faster, to run away, to remove himself from temptation, but no matter how hard he tried to run, his legs slowed down. It was like he was in some god awful nightmare where he was trying to get away, but his legs wouldn’t work. He slowed to a stop as he heard the foot pads of someone approaching.

“Hey there big guy! My lecture got moved to the science building so I figured we could walk together.” Donner clasped his hand on the lion’s shoulder. Ceil instantly tensed up, his body going rigid as he felt those fingers like a blazing flame on his shoulder that scorched him to his very soul.

Ceil turned, his eyes wide, sunken, and his mouth twisted into a scowl as his brows were knitted and raised at the same time.

Then his green eyes fell on the golden eyes of his desires. Donner, that storm cloud of a demon wrapped up in the skin of a man. There was a bright warm smile on the coyote’s face, but as soon as their eye’s met Donner let go of Ceil’s shoulder, the gleeful gleam in those golden orbs dropping as he took a step back.

“Sorry, did…did I do something wrong,” Donner asked. Ceil suddenly became very aware of his facial expression. His claws were bared in one hand while his lips had curled back as though he were a rabid animal ready to claw his way out of a corner. The lion even felt a snarl forming in his throat.

But what Donner said was like a shock to his chest. Suddenly his heart started up again, his snarl fell from his face as he turned to face the storm cloud coyote.

“No,” Ceil watched the worry spread across Donner’s face, the light that peeked through those eyes like the sun through the clouds faded and left the lion feeling cold. “No, no, no,” Ceil put his hand up to the coyote’s cheek and then immediately jumped back, retracting his hand as though it were burned.

“Ceil, are you okay? You look terrible.”

“No, stop, no,” Ceil felt his heart beating out of his chest. Had he just touched him? Did he seriously just touch Donner’s face? Did his thumb grace his cheek? A myriad of fantasy’s peeled across Ceil’s eyes as though he were on that perfect date, leaning in to kiss Donner, cupping his muzzle as they danced at a wedding, soothing his tears as he swiped them away after a hard day, and then again in their marital bed—

“Stop,” Ceil gripped his skull, but they won’t stop coming. His heart beat out of his chest, embarrassment, fear, shame, horror, want, desire, love, sinful blasphemous love came crashing down on him in waves.

“Ceil what’s wrong, I can’t understand you?”

Ceil caught the eyes of the coyote again and he took a sharp intake of breath before turning and running. He didn’t care where he went, he didn’t care who saw, he just needed to get away and he needed to get away now!

Skipping class? That’s a sin?

“I don’t care,” Ceil huffed, his eyes stinging.

Impure thoughts? You’re damning yourself here?

“I don’t care!” Ceil shouted as he ran, his legs burning, heart pounding, mind racing. It didn’t matter as long as he got away, as long as he wasn’t around that temptation. As long as he wasn’t around Donner!

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